#like those bottles of layered sand

[emptymilk-bottle]

Will you ever be refilled with more milk?

damn the true question had been asked

the milk bottle is slowly filling, but maybe it also has a hole

maybe it was full the whole time or perhaps it will stay empty

#every ask i get someone can pour milk back into the bottle #but it layers like those colourful jars of sand #thank you for asking the question is very important #do you think the milk bottle is actually empty? #emptymilk thinks

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Bumping Beach Bikini - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw / Wife!Reader

Word Count: 0.8k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Pregnancy; References to Sex/Suggestive Jokes; Flirting; Use of Second Person POV “You,” No Physical Description of Reader (Minus Pregnancy), No Y/N

Summary: Rooster admires the view of his pregnant wife on the beach.

Master List

Bradley had a mental list of the best outfits that he had ever seen you in. There wasn’t a set ranking, just general levels of appreciation.

There was a step above your normal beauty and allure, which mostly included random casual outfits that for whatever reason just got him going. Like the yellow sundress that you wore when it was exceptionally hot out that was super easy to slide his hands under. Or those jean shorts that he loved to slip his hand into the back pocket and give your ass an appreciative squeeze. Or anything of his that you chose to wear.

And the step above those were your slightly dressier outfits that got him even more excited. The backless black dress that you wore out in Vegas when the two of you went out with the Dagger Squad. Or the blue floor length dress that you wore to Maverick and Penny’s wedding that looked like it was literally sculpted for you and your figure. Though he did rip the zipper on that one.

Then there were the more special outfits. Your wedding dress mostly, since he literally burst out into tears the second that he saw you step out in it. The photo of you that he kept in his cockpit was from your wedding day with your veil spread out around you, giving you a completely angelic appearance. And, well, Rooster was also very fond of the matching white lingerie set that you wore underneath it that night too. He did rip that one too though.

And at the very top of the pyramid of his favorite outfits was, of course, your birthday suit. Nothing would ever top that one.

But seeing you in a maternity bikini with one of his Hawaiian shirts wrapped around your shoulders and your baby bump sticking out from between the folds of his shirt—now that was a sight that he ingrained into his mind for the rest of his life. That one really challenged your birthday suit in his mind.

“What?” you laughed, shooting your husband a look as you applied more sunscreen. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re glowing,” Bradley praised, still taking in your beauty.

“With sweat,” you giggled, rubbing in another layer of sunscreen. “It’s only spring and I swear I’m melting already.” You set down the tube of sunscreen and shot your husband a playful look. “You just had to make sure that I was heavily pregnant during the hottest months of the year in Southern California, didn’t you, Bradshaw?”

“Maybe you should have done the math before you begged me to get you pregnant,” Bradley replied, a bit smugly.

“I don’t beg,” you scoffed, shooting him a look. “And besides you offered about fifty times before I let you. If anyone was begging, it was you, Bradley.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Rooster mused, smiling over at you.

There was one rule to surviving with a heavily pregnant wife—it was to let you win. On just about everything. Anything health or safety wise, he would argue back, but Rooster took a rain check on all of the little things. And frankly he got more satisfaction out of seeing you happy than being right.

“Do you have enough water?” Rooster asked, sitting up some more.

You reached over and lifted your giant water bottle into the air. Taking a long sip from it just to prove your point to your husband, you set your water bottle back down on the sand.

“I’m fine. Just need some time to relax,” you replied, leaning back in your seat. “Before it all really sets in.”

Reaching down to pick up your ankle, Rooster started to massage your foot, earning a sigh of relief from your lips. Practically melting into your chair, you turned to your husband with a small, thankful smile as you curled your toes a bit.

“I could get used to this.”

“I’m sure you could,” Rooster chuckled, rubbing the back of your calf.

“There’s only one thing that would make this better.”

“What?”

“Take your shirt off.”

“Mrs. Bradshaw,” Rooster jokingly admonished, causing you to smile wider. “Be careful suggesting that. I knocked up the last woman who asked me to take my shirt off in that tone.”

“I’ll take the risk,” you replied with a smile, rubbing your bump slowly.

“So long as you understand the risk,” Rooster returned with a wink.

“Jesus Christ, the rest of us are trying to eat here,” Phoenix cut in, sounding annoyed.

You and Rooster turned to the other Daggers, Maverick, and Penny, who was hiding an amused smile behind her hand. Maverick turned to Penny with a similar expression, shaking his head. But most of the other Daggers, those who were single anyways, shot both you and Rooster somewhat disgusted looks.

“Sorry,” you called sheepishly, waving to them.

“I’m not,” Rooster replied, reaching up to take his shirt off.

#top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick #top gun #tgm fanfiction #tgm #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster fanfic #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x wife!reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #rooster x reader #rooster imagine #top gun rooster #rooster x you #rooster top gun #rooster bradshaw fic #rooster bradshaw #rooster fluff #rooster #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x female reader

[notiddygxthgf]

❛ Talk to me, baby. I'm goin' blind from this sweet, sweet craving, whoa-oh. Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy. I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean. ❜

★ pairings: choso kamo x f!reader

★ synopsis: you and choso find a way to beat the heat.

★ c.w.: sexual tension, PWP, porn without plot, happy ending! au?, idk everyone's happy lol, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, cowgirl in the backseat, creampie, blowjobs, choso has mommy issues lowkey, and the reader caters to them lowkey. dom/sub undertones, choso doesnt know how to deal with his horniness lol, old fashioned, nasty ass sex, just read it you'll love it.

★ a/n: hi baby girls!! I have been holding onto this one for a MINUTE bc I wanted to make sure it's perfect. im doin a lil bit of a kinktober, so send those requests in! I hope u all love it as much as I do. bitchz w mommy issues wya???🗣️🗣️

★ w.c.; 8.6k

masterlist

CHOSO LOVED THE BEACH. Not for the reason one might normally proclaim such affection for an otherwise family-friendly pastime, but it was a valid reason nevertheless. He used to hate it, actually, especially when Getou and Mahito would drag him out there on the hottest day of the summer for their stupid villain conventions. He was quite comfortable at home in all of his layers. But there was something about the beach these days, something that had him reconsidering his bias. 

Call him classless, call him perverted. Whatever it was, there was this strange pull towards the beach that had him in a chokehold. He just couldn’t quite place it.

“You’re staring,” Megumi remarked.

Choso’s brow quirked. Letting his head loll to the side, teetering just off the edge of his beach chair, he offered the following words to his brother’s friend. “No, I wasn’t.”

He totally was. The way his sun glasses slid down the bridge of his nose as you walked past the two was a dead giveaway. But, shit, you looked too good to be true. You were this pretty little thing, strutting around in a pretty pink bikini, soaking in the rays of sunlight, and you were bringing a drink to your friend, Maki. Looked like a lemonade. Also looked like booze. It could have been anything, in all honesty, he wasn’t looking there. 

If there was a god out there, he hoped they would forgive him for his ravenous gaze. He had always had a little thing for you, if you will, but the moment you had walked onto the beach today he found himself completely enamored by you.

As you bent down to set the drink in the sand, the bottom of your small pink bikini slipped inward, revealing the smooth, sand-dusted skin of your plump little butt. Then you plopped down on the beach towel next to your friend and popped open the bottle of sunscreen.

Choso watched – rather shamelessly – as you sprayed some of it onto you arm, rubbing it in. You held the canister towards your chest at arms length and released some more of the sheer spray onto the skin there. It trickled down, catching the light of the sun, dripping down between your breasts–

A pair of hairy, pale legs obstructed the view. 

“Found a sand dollar,” Spoke none other than the world’s quirkiest little brother, Yuuji Itadori. In a rather fitting slow-pan up to his face, Choso took note of the dorky goggles that he had popped over his eyes. He was shirtless. You would think that the man would have learned that you don’t need to go deep sea diving at the beach by now. “You guys coming?”

Megumi took the words right out of Choso’s mouth. Or, actually, ‘word’ might be more fitting. 

“No.”

“I’ll pass,” Choso sighed, repositioning his sunglasses over his eyes. Silently, of course, he cursed his brother for putting on such a show in front of – what was he talking about? Choso Kamo… letting his desires cloud his love for his brother? He usually wasn’t this bad. “I thought I threw those out on you?”

“I bought new ones,” Yuuji muttered. He practically tore the goggles from his face, sending locks of pink hair standing up in the air. Tossing them to the side, he plopped between Megumi and Choso on the picnic blanket.

“Of course you did,” Megumi, who had, for a brief – but beautiful – moment been alluded into believing his friend had decided to keep his remarkable lack of social awareness to himself, reached into the cooler they had filled earlier that day and produced a much needed refreshment. 

“Hi!”

Choso, Yuuji and Megumi all turned their heads toward the sound.

It was you. His ‘crush’, as Yuuji had embarrassingly called it. And, shit, you looked even prettier up close. Your hair looked so soft. So did your–

He shook the thoughts away. 

“Sorry to bother ‘ya,” You lowered your head apologetically. You extended your arm out towards the three men. Clutched in your small hand was the bottle of sunscreen you had been using before Yuuji had caught Choso’s attention. “My friend is out cold. Could you just get my back for me?”

Choso felt his face grow red at the mere prospect of being so close to you. He had never had the courage to actually reach out and touch you. He felt as if, for some odd reason he didn’t quite understand, his touch would have killed you. You had always been so sweet to him, offering him small talk, refreshments, and friendly jokes when it was just the two of you away from the group.

“Not a problem, Sensei,” Yuuji replied rather quickly. 

He reached for the bottle. Before he could grab it, Megumi jabbed his elbow harshly into the back of Yuuji’s neck.

“Bitch, ow,” He hissed.

The glare Megumi shot him could have been heard from ten miles away. Choso sighed, refraining from shaking his head.

“I think he’s sick. I’ll bring him to the infirmary,” Megumi added quietly, standing up rather abruptly and taking Yuuji with him. 

Yuuji babbled mindlessly the whole way back.

Highschoolers.

Choso looked back to you. Just you. Alone. He felt his hands get all clammy again. He blamed it on the sun. You were holding the bottle expectantly. 

“Uh… I can… I can help, if you’re okay with that,” He looked away, internally kicking himself for fumbling so hard. 

You only tilted your head at him. Your eyes were so pretty, wide open as they lingered over his body, his eyes, his nose. Your gaze was a wildfire spreading over the expanse of his face.

It was then that he realized he was very, very shirtless.

“‘Kay, thanks,” you smiled softly.

As you laid down on the beach blanket, Choso felt his heart race even faster. He could hardly believe this was all happening – hell, part of him wondered if he had overstepped by offering his services to you. The sun beat down on your skin, his head, the sand – he blamed the warmth flooding his face on the weather. 

You were laid on your stomach only a few inches away, completely oblivious to his moral dilemma. 

He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself while he reached for the bottle of sunscreen you had set onto the blanket beside you. With hands that trembled ever-so-slightly, he uncapped the bottle and squeezed a small amount onto his palm. The sunscreen was cool to the touch – so, not wanting to cause you even the slightest bit of discomfort, he warmed it up between his hands.

He then hesitantly placed his hands on the smooth valley of your upper back. 

You gasped, twitching beneath his palms. 

“Did I hurt you?” He asked quickly, withdrawing his hands.

“No, sorry,” You sighed, shifting on the blanket and then relaxing once more. “Your hands are cold ‘s all.”

Choso felt the blush coming on all over again. He hoped you wouldn’t turn your head back around and see him like this. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, averting his gaze. 

“You’re all good, hot stuff,” You offered. “You can keep going.”

His face burned like hell at your compliment. He knew you were that way with everyone, dropping little ‘babe’s and ‘honey’s to your friends and fellow sorcerers. He wasn’t anything special, anyway. Surely, you weren’t talking to him.

He replaced his hands on your back, touch delicate like your skin would crack if he pressed too hard. He started with broad strokes, making sure to spread the sunscreen across your skin evenly. His fingers splayed out over your warm, soft skin, moving in circles. He massaged the sunscreen into your back with a tenderness that surprised even himself.

He wasn’t sure what this stuff actually did. He had seen some of Yuuji’s Jujutsu friends slather some on earlier. Judging by the name, he assumed it protected them from the sun. From what, though? Could the sun hurt some humans? He didn’t really understand.

“You’re wondering something,” You asked, seemingly sensing his pensiveness by the way his hands slowed. “Ask away.”

Choso bit the skin on the inside of his lip, “This lotion…” he asked, “What does it do?”

“Sunscreen?” You hummed. “It forms a layer over your skin so you don’t get sunburnt.”

“Sunburnt…” He reiterated. 

“Yeah, that shit hurts,” You added. “I’m guessing Itadori never gave you the run-up on beach necessities…?”

“I guess not,” He remarked quietly.

“I can show you how to apply yours if you want,” You said.

Choso’s heart felt like it would burst. “Okay,” he said, pausing slightly. “I’d like that, thanks.”

Then he was back to his job. His hands smoothed over your back, dipping down a little lower until his thumb brushed against the strap of your bikini. He felt suddenly aware of how soft and warm you felt beneath his touch. 

He was dangerously close to the knot in the string that held your whole getup together. He worried for a moment that the dainty bow would come undone – by some strange, supernatural turn of events – despite him making a great effort to move around it. 

Choso’s breath hitched when his finger caught on the string, making the knot snap against your skin. He froze up, heart pounding in his chest, perfectly still over your body. The string felt like a fragile barrier between your warm skin and his cold touch, between your body and the thoughts that raced through his mind.

He wondered if you found him weird and off-putting. His gaze flickered up to your face, leaning over slightly, searching your face for any sign of discomfort. 

But when he looked into your eyes, he found you were looking at him with the same curiosity. You smiled at him, pretty lips forming a reassuring expression, wordlessly encouraging him to keep going. 

Slowly, unsurely, Choso continued his ministrations. He trailed two digits down your spine, stopping at the string. He felt a knot beneath the skin there. He knew sorcerers put themselves through rigorous training. He didn’t doubt that you were feeling sore from the mission you had just come back from a few days ago.

“You’re tense here,” He said quietly.

You turned your head to look at him, “Yeah?” 

“Right here,” He pinpointed the exact area with his knuckles, pressing deep into the tissue. 

In response, you moaned quietly, back shifting beneath his touch. His shorts seemed to get just a little bit tighter. 

Calm down.

“You got magic hands, Choso,” You quipped, though your voice was strained as he passed over the knot a second time. “You could be a masseuse.”

He felt his nerves subside only slightly, though he felt flustered by your words.

You got magic hands.

You could be a masseuse.

Unbeknownst to him, the sensation of his touch created a pleasant tingling beneath your skin. You closed your eyes, letting him take the reins.

Choso continued to work his fingers over your back, feeling the tension slowly melt away beneath his touch. He had used up the last of the sunscreen to cover your lower back, the skin just above your bottom, and he realized his job was done.

“I think that should do it,” He said softly, voice tinged with reluctance as he removed his hands from your back.

You sat up, stretching, turning towards him, eyes sparkling, “Thanks, Cho, you’re a lifesaver.”

You’re a lifesaver.

A shy smile tugged at his lips, “Of course.”

Then, to his surprise, you asked. “You’re sweet. Mind if I sit with you?”

Choso felt his heart skip more than one beat. His eyes widened. He looked at the sand, the shoreline, anything but you. “Sure,” he said.

Smooth, dumbass.

You grinned and pushed yourself up, saying, “I’ll be right back.”

Choso took a moment to collect his thoughts as you left. He was getting ahead of himself. Way ahead of himself. Stll, you had chosen to spend more time with him. You wanted to sit with him. 

Conveniently, only a brief moment after you had stepped away, Megumi returned with Yuuji in tow. Choso quirked a brow at the speed of their return.

“That was quick,” he remarked.

Megumi shrugged, “Took him to get ice cream on the boardwalk instead.”

“You get her number?” Yuuji asked.

“I was doing her a favor,” Choso’s calm facade broke. With wide eyes, he hissed, “Pervert.”

“Dumbass,” Yuuji sucked his teeth.. “Look, tonight’s the night to make a move. When else would you find yourself alone with her like this?”

And before Choso could respond, you came back, holding a speaker in one hand. “I brought snacks!” You smiled.

Some time around sundown, sometime after Getou had summoned up one of his low-grade curses to start a fire, the beach day transformed itself into a fireside chat. It was a picturesque scene. The sky was a canvas of blue, with hues of pink and orange painted over the horizon. It was mostly empty there, now. The waves lapped calmly at the shore, a quiet noise that seemed to accompany the quiet chatter of friends gathered around a fire.

There was laughter, groups of people indulged in conversations. Everyone seemed so calm, so happy, it almost seemed to good to be true.

Megumi and Itadori were caught in a cock-off with Maki. Nobara stargazing on her and Maki’s beach blanket. Gojo and Getou were talking in his direction, but not necessarily at him.

“I just think you have an unfair drinking advantage because you’re a man,” You were saying just off to Choso’s side.

The mood was light. Everyone seemed to be content. 

Choso, however, couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from you. The warm, fading sunlight seemed to caress your features from the side, highlighting your pretty smile and making your eyes shimmer. He found himself completely and utterly enamored by you.

You and Getou had cracked open a bottle of Tequila about an hour ago. Getou’s boyfriend long-term-long-distance-low-commitment-casual-boyfriend, Satoru Gojo was red in the face, slouched against the bare chest revealed by Getou’s unbuttoned floral shirt. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Gojo chuckled, letting Getou top off his fourth shot of the night.

Getou denied any relationship with Gojo. Their eyes betrayed them, though. The connection was evident in the loving glances they exchanged. 

You had a faint flush of your own, though you had only taken two shots so far.

He tried two of his own, only because you didn’t want to do them alone. He had never been big on drinking. He just didn’t want to seem like a pussy.

“Why don’t you pour me one so we can test that theory?” Nobara nudged you in the side.

Choso watched the scene unfold with mild interest.

“Because you’re a minor,” You said.

Nobara pouted, leaning back onto her blanket. “Not like I’ve never drank before.”

Maki chimed in over her shoulder, “Got vomit stains on my carpet to prove it.”

“Shut up,” She bit back. 

You handled the situation effortlessly. “I don’t condone teen drinking,” You began, your voice softening as you continued, “But. I know the four you will probably go hit up one of those beachside bars tonight with your fake IDs anyway.”

“Fake IDs?” Gojo looked at Megumi out of the corner of his eye. Megumi did not look back.

You clapped. Choso’s ears perked up at the sound.

“That being said!” You raised your voice a bit. “I would rather you drink something less potent. Under adult supervision.”

You turned to Getou and Gojo, who exchanged knowing glances before nodding their approval. Choso couldn’t help but be impressed.

“So who wants a Malibu rum spritzer?” You clasped your hands together.

Excitement rippled through the group, and all of the kids, yes all of the kids, Including Yuuji, eagerly raised their hands. 

Choso shot his brother a disapproving glare, one that dissipated the moment you leaned in, laying your head on his shoulder. Your voice, soft and smooth like your skin, enticed him as you sing-songed, “Let the kid live a little.”

It was rather remarkable, actually, how quickly his defenses melted at your gentle persuasion. He sighed in resignation. “Alright.”

You grinned up at him, effortlessly stealing his breath away. 

“Great,” you said, getting up from your spot without another word. “I’ll go get them from my car. Don’t wait up for me, I walk real slow.”

Turning your attention back to Choso, you looked at him with a warmth behind your gaze he couldn’t quite place. “Choso, sweetie, could you help me carry the cooler?”

His heart soared at your request – at the prospect of you wanting his assistance. He got to his feet quickly, eager to help. 

The sand felt cool beneath his feet as he followed your lead. 

The moon hung low in the sky as you and Choso strolled through the parking lot, searching for your jeep. The temperature had dropped quite a few notches from earlier, cold breeze rustling through Choso’s hair. 

When you spotted your ride, you said, “There it is!”

Choso followed wordlessly behind you. He was still quite nervous that – for the second time today – it was just you and him… alone. Yuuji’s words echoed through his mind.

“When else would you find yourself alone with her like this?”

You popped the door to the backseat open, sitting on the floor – your truck was raised a bit off the ground, so it didn’t put you too far below him. 

“My legs are so fucking sore,” You sighed. You dusted your leg off with the backside of your bare foot. When you peered up at him through those long, dense lashes of yours, he felt himself fall for you a second time. 

You asked him, “Mind if we take a little break?”

Choso nodded along like the dumb little dog he was for you.

You pushed yourself up and away from the truck, gesturing for him to get inside. It didn’t take much at all for him to step into it and take a seat. You settled in right next to him – perhaps a little closer to Choso than was strictly necessary. He couldn’nt help the pleasant shiver that went down his spine at the feeling of you sitting next to him; so warm, so soft, so perfect.

You let out a contented sigh and leaned your head on his shoulder once more. “I got tired of bein’ social,” You confessed.

He tried hard not to quirk a brow at the admission. Am I an exception?

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” He asked sincerely. He tried even harder to ignore the warm weight of your small head on his shoulder.

So close.

“No,” You hummed quietly. The interior light faded away, gently submerging the two of you in darkness. He could still see your face, your eyes – the way they seemed to sparkle as they looked up at him. “You’re different.”

Choso’s heart took the liberty of skipping one, two, three beats. 

You continued without allowing him time to come up with an adequate response. “Can I be honest with you, Choso?”

His cheeks flushed. Still, curiosity piqued, he muttered, “Of course.”

Your voice was soft and vulnerable when you replied, “I think you’re really hot.”

If his face wasn’t hot, it sure was now. He turned away even though he knew you couldn’t see him blushing. 

She thinks I’m hot?

Does that mean she likes me?

You had nothing but sincerity in your eyes while you gazed up at him. “You feel the same way, don’t you?”

He bit his tongue, answering honestly, “I do.”

He hated how calm and collected he sounded. On the outside, he was the image of composure. On the inside, he was dying a hundred times over. 

You grinned at his admission. “Can I ask you something else, then?”

His lips suddenly felt very dry. He tried his best to focus on the street outside, counting landmarks and objects like his life depended on it – two seagulls, five wooden posts, two dim street lights.

“Sure,” he said.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

And, dammit, when you asked him like that – he could practically feel the last of his resolve crumble beneath your gaze, beneath the weight of your head on his shoulder, beneath your gentle touch on his knee that he hadn’t noticed until now.

You were so close. So close that if he turned his head, angled it down just slightly, your noses would touch. He felt your breath, warm and steady against his neck – a calming symphony that contrasted the trembling mess he had become,

Yuuji’s words played on repeat again. Tonight’s the night to make a move.

He was such a fool for you. Still, he considered himself to be a man of restraint.

His voice was small and scarce, hardly above a whisper when he breathed out, “Yeah.”

Time seemed to slow down as your request hung out in the air. He could feel the anticipation building, buzzing. His heart pounded against his ribcage like a mallet to a gong. He had spent months wondering what would happen if you – by some odd, small chance – returned his affections, and now, with your vulnerability laid bare, he couldn’t resist any longer.

He considered himself to be a man of restraint, that was, until he peered into your wide, longingful eyes. 

With a barely noticeable nod, Choso turned his head just slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. Just as he had anticipated, your noses brushed together – he could feel the warmth of your breath on his lips. 

You were magnetic.

And in that final, heart-pounding moment, your lips met in the middle – in a gentle, tender union. Choso’s hand seemed to find its own way to your cheek, touch soft as he cupped your cheek. He felt for some odd reason that you might vanish altogether if he let you go.

He wasn’t entirely sure if it had been you or him who deepened the kiss. Either way, he felt himself melt into the seat. The world outside seemed to fade away, ceasing to exist in your presence. None of it mattered – not the empty, public street, not the group of friends waiting on the beach for his return.

Yuuji. 

Choso pulled away with a shuddering gasp, pressing his forehead against yours. He licked his lips, panting, “The drinks… We– we should probably– uh… get those.”

He feared that if his heart beat any faster he would explode.

You made no effort to put any distance between you and him. In fact, you put your hands on his shoulders, moving yourself so that you were situated comfortably in his lap. 

“There’s no rush,” You hummed. “Getou and Gojo are probably off sucking face somewhere, and those kids have been keeping themselves entertained just fine. Who would notice?”

His eyes were everywhere but your face. For a half-curse, he found himself to be no better than a man, hungry eyes wandering over your body – your eyes, your lips, the subtle curve of your waist, the fabric of your bikini that seemed like it was hugging you just right.

You seemed to have caught him in the act. 

“Do you wanna touch me, Choso?” You asked, and it sounded like an invitation.

Still, he worried he was reading too deeply into things. Doing his best to refrain from making you feel any sort of discomfort, he swallowed, “I…”

He was about to fucking explode – both metaphorically and physically, judging by the way his shorts began to tighten again at your words.

“You think I didn’t see you staring today?” You continued, letting your fingers slip into his hair. 

He wanted to freeze up, wanted to feel some form of remorse, but when you were massaging his scalp so gently, so lovingly…

“I’m  sorry,” he lied.

“Don’t be,” You giggled, and he felt his stomach do a fucking flip at the sound of it. You leaned in close to him, close to his ear, and whispered into it, “I was staring, too.”

He felt like such a virgin, thighs tensing up at your admission. He thought of you on the beach again – sneaking sideways glances at him, at his body, at him…

He felt his resolve break when you pressed a soft kiss to the shell of his ear. 

“Kiss– Kiss me again,” he breathed, feeling slightly lightheaded from all of the attention you were giving him. You placed another kiss to the corner of his jaw. “Please… kiss me again.”

You pulled away, pressing your nose right up against his again. Your breaths were shallow and ragged now – strange. “You want me, baby boy?”

Baby boy. Baby boy, fuck.

He licked his lips, “Please.”

And then your lips were on his without so much as another word. You ate him up like a starved woman, teeth nipping at his lower lip for entry.

The last of his restraint flew out the window.

The kiss was electrifying, sent sparks shooting through his veins, fingertips tingling as they found their way to your hips. It was a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. He could taste you – the sweetness of your lipgloss as it smeared messily over the lower half of his face, the beat of your heart thrumming beneath his touch, the scent of sunscreen that lingered on your skin.

He found himself getting lost in the moment.

He deepened the kiss further, gripping your hips, your lower back with a bit more confidence. For a moment, he could forget about his responsibilities, his past. It didn’t matter; not now, not when he could feel your body pressed up against him, hot and soft and compliant.

His face burned when he felt that familiar tingling feeling – he knew he was getting hard beneath you, he could feel the way your hips lifted when you adjusted yourself over the tent in his shorts. 

However, to his surprise, you didn’t pull away. Instead, you pressed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing yourself even closer. He felt dizzy, sliding his tongue across your wet lips, exploring your mouth. You tangled your fingers in his touseled black locks, rolling your hips against his slowly, hesitantly, like you were testing the waters. 

The jolt of electricity he felt from that small movement had him pulling away. Even in the midst of the fervor, Choso was acutely aware of his own impulses. He feared he was getting too far ahead of himself; if you kept rubbing yourself against him like that, he was gonna cream his fucking pants like a middle schooler.

“Wait, wait– ah–” He grunted, leaning back against the seat.

“Hmm?” You hummed – still, you only slowed down a little bit.

His mouth hung open. It felt so good, the friction, the feeling of your warmth rolling up and down the thin layer of fabric separating the two of you. Fuck — why did he tell you to stop, again?

He fought hard to regain his composure. “I– I’ve never done this before,” he stammered.

“Really?” You asked, teasingly, almost, like you knew the effect you had on him. You rutted up against him again, a little harder. “You’re a natural.”

He could feel you – the thin cloth covering your nether regions left little to the imagination. You felt so warm, so welcoming. He ached to pull the thin fabric to the side and sink into you.

Fuck. Stop. He turned his head away, at war with his impulses.

Again, for a half-curse, he felt like nothing more than a man. A weak man, and it was all your fault.

The whine that left his mouth felt anything but natural. “Won’t– What if someone sees us?”

You said nothing. When he looked back at you, you were undoing the knot behind your head – the one holding your bikini together.

His eyes went wide. If his attraction to you were any more obvious, his jaw would have been on the floor. 

“Let them watch,” You grinned. Then you let your top fall over, breasts spilling out like something out of a porno. 

He was in awe. You were perfect. There were little bits of sand stuck to the skin where your bikini lay only seconds prior, faint tanlines already forming over your skin. He felt his mouth water.

“You can touch them, if you want,” You answered his unasked question.

And he wasted no time, gently cupping one of your tits with his large, warm palm. He gave it an experimental squeeze. Then another. Then his thumb wandered down to your nipple, giving the bud a gentle flick.

You whind, hand sliding up the back of his head. 

She likes that, he noted.

So, deciding to take his experiment a step further – and for the sake of conserving time, he began peppering kisses to your hot skin, to the valley between your soft, plush mounds. He held both in his hands, rolling his thumb over the hardened buds to compensate for the lack of attention.

He wanted nothing more than to take his sweet, precious time with you – committing every curve and valley of your body to memory. But, alas, he knew you were on a time crunch. Any minute now, someone could find the two of you here, like this.

He kissed his way back over to his hands. Then, finally, he wrapped his lips around that place he knew made you feel good. 

Sure enough, you arched into him, pink, swollen lips parting to release a pant of his name, “Choso, baby.”

He flattened his tongue over the tip of your nipple, rolling over it in slow circles – then quicker ones, until he felt the spit gathering between his lips and your skin. You responded in kind by rutting against him a little faster. He had never felt a burn quite so delightful in his life.

He can’t quite help himself from letting out a little whine when you tug on his hair. The flavor of sunscreen and salt lingered on your skin. He felt hot– you were hot, oh so hot.

Before he could return the favor on the other nipple, you pushed him away. You looked disheveled, pupils blown wide, hair frizzed up.

“Y’feel so big,” You gasped, still humping his hard cock like a dog in heat. You stopped, but only to sink into the space between his legs and the back of the driver’s seat. Splaying your fingers over his thighs, his shorts, you panted, “Wanna taste. Can I?”

He could only blink up at you. This isn’t real.

“Of course, baby,” He replied, throwing the nickname from earlier back at you, already reaching for the strings of his swim trunks when you batted his hands away. Your enthusiasm made his head spin.

He let you take the reigns – watching with hungry, lustful eyes as you undid the bow yourself. You reached for the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down and letting his dick spring free. 

It nearly hit you in the face, how big the thing was. He had never actually thought about it that way, at least, not until now, when you were gazing up at it with wide eyes and wet, parted lips. 

Your eyes were on his tip, glistening with a bead of precum, then wandering down the shaft as the two of you watched it drip.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked.

You didn’t bother pulling his pants the rest of the way down, or even acknowledging his comment. No, the moment the waistband was out of the way, you were swallowing him whole.

Choso exhaled sharply, nearly doubling over at the sensation of your warm mouth closing in around him. He felt the muscles in his abdomen tense with the strain of it – he thought he could cum like this, with your lips stretched around him, and he didn’t really think he would mind testing that theory.

His skin was hot. He burned for you.

You pulled up. Sucking him back into your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks. Then you throated him again, right up until your nose brushed his navel. He felt himself throb in your mouth.

“Fuck, ‘s good,” He heard himself whimper weakly, tangling a trembling hand in your hair while you picked up the pace.

And you went at it like you were made for it. Up and down, up and down, fitting him all the way in until the head of his cock bumped the back of your throat. Over and over again, until his vision blurred a bit at the edges, mind a little hazy with lust.

You were sucking and slurping on him so lewdly – fuck, he could die like this. 

You didn’t show any signs of stopping, either.

He moaned – much to his embarrassment – actually moaned. You were working him rather quickly up to what he knew would be an earth shattering (albeit poorly timed) orgasm. 

You made a noise in response, though it was broken up by the nasty, dirty sound you made every time you gagged on his dick. You peered up at him through half-lidded eyes, through long, wispy lashes, leaving a trail of saliva running down his thighs that he didn’t even mind.

Choso caressed the side of your face, biting his lip. “Mmh,” he panted, “You do it so well.”

In response, you put a hand over his. You directed his gentle touch to the top of your head, instructing him to push down. Hesitantly, gently, he began to guide your head, bobbing you back and forth on his length while you sat back and let him use you. 

He noticed that you were struggling to fit the whole thing in your mouth. He saw that there were tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but he knew you were determined. He used his thumb to wipe your tears away, tucking your hair behind your ears to keep it out of your face.

With a shudder and a whine, he pushed your head down a little further. You gagged on it again, swallowing him down, tightening your throat around him like you were made to suck dick.

If this was to be his last night alive, he would die a happy man.

His legs felt weak, as did his arms. You took over, gently assisting him in fucking your mouth. 

“Ah– nnh, you’re–” He licked his lips, guiding your head while allowing you to continue setting your own pace. You were making him feel so good, so hot.

You pulled back for a moment to slurp unceremoniously on his tip, letting spit drip down his shaft. You wrapped your hands around him, working what you couldn’t fit into your mouth while your tongue did tricks on his tip – circles, shapes, letters, he didn’t even know anymore.

He felt like he was going dumb.

Just as he leaned his head back into the seat, you pulled off, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“Got carried away,” You giggled breathlessly. “Sorry.”

Then you were climbing right back into his lap, bracing your hands on his shoulders, kissing him with a ravenous hunger. 

“I’m not gonna blue ball you, don’t worry,” You licked your lips. Reaching down, you slipped the fabric of your bikini thong to the side. “I want you.”

“H–...” He trailed off, fighting to catch his breath – better yet, to regain his surroundings. “How do you want me?”

In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to feel you sink down onto him, to feel your warmth envelop him entirely. He wanted you to ride him past the point of hypersensitivity. He wanted you to use him until you were satisfied – like some sort of fuck toy.

He didn’t care anymore. He had left his inhibitions at the door. 

“Wanna fuck you right here, like this,” You muttered against his lips, licking a stripe from his chin all the way to his cupid’s bow. You guided the head of his dick between your folds, smearing your slick all over him in a way that made him arch up. “Wanna drain that pretty cock of yours, wanna cum all over it– can you do that for me?”

You were so nasty… so dirty that he found himself a red, blushing mess at your words. But, still…

For you?

Anything.

“Yes,” he groaned. He felt like he was going to melt if he waited another moment longer. “Fuck, please, use me until you’re satisfied.”

He hadn’t even thought about saying it. It had slipped out.

You paused, blinking down at him with wide, lustful eyes. Finally, you said, “you’re such a good puppy, you know that?”

He would be whatever the hell you wanted him to be.

“G’nna let me ride you, pretty boy?” You cooed, sliding your hands up his torso, up his bare chest, up his shoulders while you hovered over him. 

This was moving quickly. Not like he had any objections to that, of course. Clearly, you didn’t either. As you positioned the tip in line with your dripping cunt, sinking down onto him, he felt his eyes roll back into his head.

He gasped, letting his eyelids fall shut. He didn’t even care that he was losing his virginity in the backseat of his coworker’s truck like some cheap whore. He would let you take it, take more, take everything you wanted from him.

You lifted your hips and then sank down on him again, eliciting a strangled grunt of your name from him. The filthy squelching sound your cunt made as it squeezed him in threw him for a loop.

He leaned forward, shivering, burning his head in your neck. “S’too tight,” he panted, though he let you continue working on him with a remarkable amount of ease – sliding back and forth in a way that had the both of you panting for more. “Fucking– shit, ah–”

“Chosooo– ‘S so big,” You moaned his name like it was made of honey, fucking yourself down onto his dick, letting all of the sinful noises flow from your lips. “Fuck, feel it in my guts.”

He would have thought you were lying to him if it weren’t for your spectacle earlier.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he breathed. When he looked up at you again, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. You were the image of pornographic beauty – sinful, beautiful, sultry. Your brows were scrunched together with concentration, legs trembling around him as you slowed down to savor the way he worked you open.

“Pretty baby,” He mused, running his hands over your stomach, your hips. “You keep goin’ like that ‘n– fuck– I won’t– Last long.”

“Mmh,” you giggled.

Then you picked up the speed a bit, like you hadn’t even heard what he had just said. You were rising and sinking on his dick with newfound purpose, chasing after the promise of paradise like a wild animal.

“Look at me,” he begged, eyes half-lidded and desperate, tongue running across his lower lip. “Fu-uck– please, ‘M...”

You obeyed, meeting his gaze with such a fiery passion that he almost wished he hadn’t asked you – feeling that coil in his gut grow a little tighter when your hazy eyes were on him. You bounced obediently on his cock, up and down, up and down until you were a grunting, groaning mess. 

“Mm… fuckkk,” You sighed, hips faltering a bit. “Feels good, Choso.”

Choso felt his hips twitch beneath you, hands tensing on your backside. Then, slowly, he began to meet your thrusts midway. His ass lifted off of the seat, legs spreading a bit further apart while he used his strength to continue fucking you senseless.

He was mesmerized by you, by the way you clenched and squeezed him, by the way your mouth lolled open to make way for broken cries of his name, by the way your tits bounced in his face whenever he thrusted up into you.

He worried for a moment that he was being too harsh with you. 

“Harder– please!” You gasped, clawing at his shoulders, at his chest.

Still, he obeyed. He fucked you dumb, hips snapping up against your ass with such strength that the whole car lurched forward. Your head came dangerously close to the ceiling.

But he didn’t have the guts to stop. Not when you were screaming for him, repeating his name like some sort of mantra. He was as weak for you as he had always been.

“Choso– Choso–”

The feeling of your warm, wet walls massaging the head of his cock had him whimpering into the crook of your neck. It was a hot, gummy abyss he wouldn’t mind getting sucked into for the remainder of his life. 

“You like that?” He asked you, spare hand sliding up from your hips, past your breasts, to your neck. 

He knew now that you liked it rough. He could provide that. 

So, with no further warning, he gripped your hip roughly, sliding into you at full force. You cried out his name again, fingernails digging into his skin. 

The car bounced every time he pounded up into you. Faster, faster. 

It felt like you were squeezing him for dear life. 

Choso cried out, a broken whine as he slowed his thrusts for a minute to a much slower pace. Feeling your perfect pussy clenching around him, he nearly doubled over from the sudden pleasure. “Please,” he gasped, laying his head back. “Fuck, that’s good.”

You bit your lip, sliding up until it was just the tip left inside of you, and then slamming back down onto him at full force. You repeated this action a few more times, lips parted to make way for the sinful… sultry moans that passed from between them. Clearly, you were relishing in the way he squirmed and gasped beneath you.

He couldn’t blame you. He knew that he, too was doing everything he could to commit this scene to memory, wild eyes raking over your body, over the junction where you met him. The way you were riding him… shit, he didn’t know he would be able to make the walk back. 

You looked so obscene like this, all fucked out, dumb on his dick.

Throwing your head back, you groaned.

He was gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. Fuck, he knew that– cursed strength and all. But he couldn’t bring himself to slow down.

“So f-fucking good,” he stammered. He sought out your lips again, snapping his hips up against your ass mercilessly. For someone who had been so concerned about being discovered a little while ago, his quiet grunts and gasps turned into moans and whimpers against your sore lips. Louder and louder.

Admittedly, though, he was more focused on the noises coming out of your own mouth. You were practically screaming for him.

He had no idea that sex could even feel so mind-numbingly good. For him, especially, but for you…?

You froze up rather suddenly, hips spasming wildly, toes curling up on either side of his thighs while you gasped brokenly. 

“FUCK!”

There it was.

He felt his face burn. You cried his name again, bouncing up and down on it, wildly chasing after that high. “Choso– m’close–”

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” He hummed, once again throwing your nickname back at you. He grinned, knowing full and well that he had cracked the code. So he kept that same speed, same pace, same everything while his fingers dropped from your neck to the mess you had made between the two of you.

He knew what to do now – surprisingly enough. He had done some… internet research after his brother had broken the meaning of his feelings down to him (along with what Choso was to do when his crush came to fruition). 

What? Curses didn’t make love. Sex was transactional.

He was curious about how sex was on the human side of things.

He ran his tongue over his thumb, reaching between the steamy, sweaty union of your bodies to find your clit. He pressed down, rolling over the nub in quick, expert circles. 

One look up at you, and he knew you were close to your breaking point. You looked like you were about to pass out, letting yourself be thrown around on his wild hips like a ragdoll. You were too weak to move, so you sat there and took his dick like a good girl, eyes glazed over with pleasure while he fucked you dumb.

You looked like you were in love.

Choso sped his ministrations over your clit up a little faster, feeling the knot in his own stomach begin to grow faster than he wanted. He was in another world, out of this plane, hypnotized. 

All he could see in that moment was your angelic face above him, face scrunched up in pleasure – and partially in pain, as he bullied his cock into your cervix – sweat rolling down your neck, your breasts, your voluptuous body.

“Mine–” You gasped out, clawing at his shoulder blades while your back arched. “Oh– fuck! Th’s dick ‘s mine, mmh?”

It was.

He nodded. But, clearly, that wasn’t good enough. Your hand shot out to grip him by the neck, painted fingernails digging into his throat. 

“‘S yours,” He gasped back into your mouth. “All yours, I swear– ah–”

You were so hot. It made him feel things– feel like he was dying over and over again in the best way possible.

That along with the way your hand gripped his throat – using your small thumb to cut off his blood supply for a few seconds too long before loosening your grip, letting him gasp for air as the blood came rushing back – he felt lightheaded.

The way your pussy was spasming around him certainly didn’t do anything to help. He knew you were close, shit, but could you hold on a minute?

You were gonna make him cum too fast.

“You’re mine, yeah?” You asked again, keeping your grip strong on his neck. “All mine?”

“M’yours,” The cursed womb grunted against your neck. His brows were furrowed in concentration. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin, careful not to leave marks. “All yours.”

He meant it. Even though he would have said anything you asked him to at this point, he really meant it. He hoped you knew that.

Judging by the way you came a moment later with a stutter of your hips and a strangled cry of, “Cho–”, he assumed you understood. 

Your cunt was a warm, wet, death trap, walls milking his cock for all it was worth. 

Shit, he thought. You really weren’t lying about that.

His dark eyes were burning into yours, burning with a desire so intense he felt he might burst at the seams if he kept looking a moment longer. 

“Want you to cum inside of me,” You commanded him, holding his head in your trembling hands. “Fill me up, please, I need it.”

His eyes widened, blinking down at the white ring you had made around the base of his dick. His eyes flitted back up to you, pleading with you to let him go. Pleading for you to give the soul that you stole from him back,

“I can’t–” he released a trembling breath.  

He thought of himself as a father raising a child. Right now, it didn’t seem so bad.

“Please, ‘m on the pill,” you begged him, gazing into his eyes like you knew he wasn’t strong enough to refuse. “Wanna feel it dripping out of me. Think about it– what– ah– what would they think? … If they knew–”

You gasped when he delivered a harsh smack to your ass, slowing his strokes so that he could savor the way you sucked him in. “If they knew we snuck off to fuck? That– that I had your cum dripping out of me while they ask what took us so long?”

“Fuckk,” Choso groaned, hips trembling beneath you. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, cheeks burning. His breaths – and yours – had fogged the windows up.

You squeezed around him one more time, placing a tender kiss to his lips. You muttered into his mouth, “Do it f’me… please, Choso.”

“Mmh–!” And that was all it took. Choso rolled his hips up into you one more time, twitching, whining, feeling your warmth spasm around him as he spilled into you. He drove as deep up into you as he could – holding onto you for dear life while the coil snap, and he came so hard that his legs gave out. Lots of it. 

So much that he felt it drip out.

You sought another kiss from him, sealing your lips together. When you pulled away, you giggled, “Good boy. Good puppy.”

“God,” he shuddered, falling back against the headrest once his orgasm subsided. You fell against his chest, snuggling up to him.

And Choso, not knowing what else to do, pressed a kiss to the top of your head. To his surprise, you didn’t immediately leave him in the dust. Instead, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, basking in the warmth of your post-coital bliss. 

You broke the silence after a minute or two. 

“So…” You began, trailing a finger up his bare chest. “Help me carry that cooler back to the beach?”

And Choso, breathless, felt himself begin to laugh.

The two of you came back onto the beach. Choso was carting the cooler behind while you walked ahead, waving your friends down. 

As you approached, Itadori remarked with crossed arms, “The hell have you guys been?” His hair was done up into two, pink, little pigtails. It was clear as day that Nobara had a hand in his current hairstyle.

“Oh!” You had grinned rather awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. “We– Well, we realized we didn’t have as many spritzers as I thought. Had to make a run to the liquor store.”

Itadori raised a brow. Still, if he noticed something, he didn’t say anything about it. “Uh huh.”

Choso bent down to set the cooler onto the ground, back turned to the group.

Getou peeped up from his paperback novel, lips twitching at the sight of Choso’s back. He nudged his counterpart, Gojo.

Who nearly spat out his drink.

You sat on the beach blanket nearest to Gojo and Getou. The moment your butt hit the sand, you practically collapsed into the ground. 

You could feel eyes on you. So, begrudgingly, you rolled over, throwing Satoru a weak glare. “What?”

He only nodded towards Choso.

You turned around, following his gaze. It settled over his back. He bent down, picking a few spritzers out of the ice. It was then that you noticed the harsh red claw marks on his shoulderblades. 

Subconsciously, your gaze drifted down to your hips, to the skin where purple imprints of Choso’s fingertips stood out as clear as day.

You gasped, then, clamping a hand over your mouth.

“So,” Gojo began casually, handing you a shot. He leaned in, ocean blue eyes twinkling as he teased you, “Was he gentle? He seems like he would give it rough.”

You turned to his not-boyfriend, brows furrowed. “Suguruuu…”

It was with no great amount of satisfaction that Getou looked up from his novel. “Satoru,” he sighed languidly. “Not in front of ths kids.”

Gojo ignored his not-boyfriend’s remark. “Was it big?”

You sank back into the blanket, feeling the heat of your embarrassment burn your cheeks as your words from earlier came back to bite you in the ass.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been dreaming of the Undersea Advisor.

In life, there are many variables to account for. Ah, but variables can be manipulated.

He remakes the world in his image.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

There are several little glass containers, lined up in a neat row, on his work bench. He is the master, and this is his craft: pocket dimensions, each with a different biome bottled.

Here is a lush garden with enchanted roses and caterpillars that blow smoke, and a savanna where miniature beasts race about. A desert with its own oasis--a massive scarab running amok, a regal castle he had painstakingly constructed with a pair of tweezers for a peacock no bigger than his thumb... He had even somehow managed to create a sleek building blinking blue lights and a crumbling chateau overrun with moss and bite-size bats.

His current project is a bowl of salt water, a layer of sand decorated with seaweed and coral at the bottom. He had taken the liberty of tucking fake jewels, a plastic treasure box, and a model of a sunken ship in.

For flair, he chuckles to himself. All that's left is to find proper aquatic specimens to house in it.

From the doorway, Jade adjusts the straps on his backpack, making sure that they're secure, that his supplies are in order. His boots laced, his jacket buttoned, he marches out the door and into the wilderness.

The forest is quiet and without trees but is not devoid of life.

Instead of trunks, there are stems--plump, pillowy, in various shades of white and cream. They are wider at the base and narrower at the head, which gives way to fluted undersides. Gills, Jade knows, a very different kind than those of a merman.

The air is clean and refreshing, lightly washed with spores. Not visible to the naked eye, but at the right refractions of sunlight, Jade can see them dancing into shapes upon the wind.

Circular shadows are cast across the ground, belonging to the caps that tower far above him. Mushrooms--macro-sized--have taken over the feet of the mountain, making it a suitable hideout for his hobbies. Sunlight spills through the cracks between the clustered caps, forming golden pools along the forest floor.

Jade makes a game of hopping upon them, one by one.

It isn't long before he comes upon the stream that cuts through the heart of the wood. A thin and humble little thing, able to be crossed in a single stride of his long legs.

Jade drops his backpack and drops to one knee. He inspects the fresh water up close with a careful eye. It's clear and still at the edges, white and foamy in the center, where it flows the fastest.

His heart leaps when he sees it--a streak of silver darting by.

He kicks off his footwear and rolls his pants up, silently stepping into the stream. Jade is cautious about not splashing, to avoid making noises or movements as that would disturb the wildlife.

He stands there, watching. Waiting, waiting, for that next fish to pass.

He thinks he sees it, a glimmer laid deep in the water. He reaches for it, fingers grazing wetness, but does not complete the grab.

“You like that, don’t you? The feeling of being in control, a life dancing in your palm,” a musical voice rings out. “It grants you security, assuredness.”

His eyes flicker down. His reflection shifts in the churning water, but he can see its mouth moving when his doesn’t.

An obstacle—amusing.

Jade purses his lips into a patient smile. “Oya, does a pixie presume to know those who visit their forest?”

“I am no pixie. In this pool of tears, all is laid bare,” his reflection says, “and given truth.”

“You claim to speak the truth. If that is the case, then you take no issue with divulging sensitive state secrets?” Jade’s smile grows, turning sharp. “To demonstrate your veracity, of course. I do not intend to misuse the information.”

“I know that you lie as easily as you breathe,” the pool replies, “for I have knowledge of only the souls that gaze into me.”

“A shame. I was quite curious about your awe-inspiring powers. Alas, there are limits put on greatness. It appears as though a puddle can never match the ocean in size nor in bounty.”

His reflection is not irked by his needling. “If you wish to take, then you must offer up a piece of yourself of equal value.”

“You have said that I lie as easily as I breathe. Is the word of a liar worth its salt?”

“You must speak truthfully.”

“But if I am a liar, and you have assumed my appearance, does that not, by proxy, make you a liar as well? That means what was uttered earlier is a lie, and I must tell an untruth—which I have already provided.”

The reflection pauses, considering the logic. Slow horror dawns on its expression—stolen from him—and it glowers.

"Liar," the reflection bitterly spits. It vanishes into the frothing waters.

There's a sigh, then the shudder of a release that fills the forest of mushrooms. Something, somewhere, has shattered.

Silver fills the clear stream, coloring it one shiny, metallic shade. Fins and scales bat against his skin. Healthy, plentiful.

Jade plunges an arm elbow-deep, and--

He gasps.

Something latches onto his arm and violently tugs. He's brought face-to-face with his own shocked expression, droplets hissing at him.

The stream, Jade realizes, should not be this deep.

He resists, trying to throw his body weight back, but the force holds tight. The slimy grip tightening like a fist.

He does not to fully relish in the surprise, so rare a feeling for him, before there is another strong pull. Jade falls forward, eyes wide as the water hits him in full.

Slowly, slowly... he finds himself sinking into an abyss.

It's the sea, deep and dark, shrouded by black mist. A ship-shaped shadow looms, at the inky depths--and through holes punched in the hull, undiscovered treasures wink up at him. Chests of forgotten gold and gems, like stars blinking in and out of view.

He dangles, suspended, like a puppet left upon the stage that has closed for the night. The scene, the stands, empty, save for the vague shapes of coral and twisting tendrils of seaweed.

Something shifts among the plants, and Jade tenses, preparing for a fight.

A long shape darts by, and his gaze tracks. The markings on it glow teal, peering through the murk--he recognizes it at once, relaxing.

"Floyd."

The name bubbles up and breaks upon the surface of the stream.

His twin circles him, his weaving tail sending Jade's jacket billowing. One is in the body of a human and the other, in their true form.

Floyd wordlessly grins, showing teeth like knives.

Behind him, the shadows swirl--a mess of writhing, squishy limbs and agonized moans. Tentacles, tentacles, painting a canvas with darkness.

A voice calls from somewhere in the void.

Floaty, far away.

"... de....... ade..."

"Jade!!"

He snaps awake, drawing in a deep gulp of air. As if he had just arisen from a dive.

Jade is seated at his workbench, blanked on either side. "Floyd, Azul..."

"We came as you had instructed, but it appears that now is not a good time," his dorm leader remarks. "You were sleeping like a log when we arrived."

"So I smashed a window with a rock and we let ourselves in!" Floyd declares proudly. Azul casts him a wary look.

"Just so you are aware, I am not to be held accountable for any damages incurred," he says hastily. "It was entirely Floyd's idea--I warned him against it and had him sign a liability form to assume any and all fees, should he ignore my advice and proceed with his ill-advised plot."

"Pfft." Jade chuckles. "My apologies. I must have become so enraptured in my project that I neglected to maintain a proper sleep schedule. The fault is mine, so I will not press charges."

Azul sighs, relieved. "Now, back to the matter at hand. For what reason have you summoned us here today?"

"Ah, that." Jade holds up his fishbowl, beaming. "I wished to share this with you both."

"Mmm, what is it?" Floyd asks, peering into the container. His face comes out the other end of it stretched wide and distorted, like the result of a funhouse mirror. "Looks like just some water to me."

"Another terrarium, I suspect." Azul pushes up his glasses as he surveys the other containers on the work bench "I see, so you've made one each in the image of the dormitories at Night Raven College. This one must be Octavinelle."

He suddenly frowns.

"Wait a minute, what is this?!" Azul thrusts a finger at a round little octopus suctioned to the inside of the bowl. The area around it is clouded with wisps of black.

"Hehehe, looks like Jade was right on the money with this one. That's so you, Azul."

"I-It is NOT!!"

"Really?" Jade's brows lift. "As I recall, you were exactly like this, tears and all, when..."

"AAAAAAAAH, stop, stooooop!! D-Don't say it, I can't bear that!!"

Jade laughs--soft and musical--granting his wailing dorm leader that single mercy. His chest is warm and full, a feeling his lies don't come close to.

I believe I’ve found myself company that is much more entertaining than any world right at my fingertips.

It’s his truth, the only one he has told this entire time.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Jade Leech #Floyd Leech #Octavinelle #Tweels #Azul Ashengrotto #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst anniversary #twst anni #twisted wonderland anni #twisted wonderland anniversary #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst countdown #twisted wonderland countdown #I've been dreaming...

[the-daily-slasher]

The Butcher's Daughter [pt.1]

This is a multi-part slow burn with Thomas Hewitt cause I needed something to write on my off day. There will be spice at some point, and of course: general trigger warnings. Don’t like 18+ scenes/horror/blood/ etc.? That’s ok, just don’t read this one, friend. It will be rather upsetting to you.

Time-Line and Continuity: Sticks mainly to the reboot duology: Texas Chainsaw (2003) and Texas Chainsaw: The Beginning (2006). This story takes place pre-1969. The story will have elements of Texas Chainsaw: The Beginning (2006) and Texas Chainsaw (2003 Remake). The story takes place in the abandoned town seen in those movies, but is an hour drive outside of Harlow, Texas (as seen in Texas Chainsaw 3D) for purposes of plot.

Summary: After your mother's death, your father, driven down a bottle with grief, loses his butcher shop to creditors. Wanting to escape his debts, he chooses to move back to his hometown. Not wanting to lose your last family member and being hopeful of a new start, you go with him. It's a ghost town, but he appreciates the solitude and it allows for enough space to start a small cattle farm. He's happy his old drinking buddy Charlie Hewitt is still in town. His mother, Luda Mae is very happy to have 'neighbors' down the road and feels motherly towards the girl, hoping to take her under her wing. She also can't help but think of the potential for her boy to finally have the chance at a friend.

Note: Reader age is unspecified but reader is of age. I keep hair/skin/body descriptions vague [without sacrificing quality of writing] so everyone can see themselves in the story.

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"This place is really out there." You say. Your father is taking his turn driving the old pick-up out to his hometown.

"Use to be farmers out here. Lots of space, no one in your business that you don't want there. You'll like it." He says, hoping you weren't regretting joining him. Though you had lost your job when the family business went under, you didn't have to come with him. "Besides, after a couple weeks I should be able to get a farm hand or two. You could move to Harlow or go finish that degree you were working on."

You smile. "A farm hand out here?" You look out over the dry fields of what used to be sunflowers.

"Sure." You dad says, a playful grin on his face, "I'm sure there's an armadillo or two that could use a steady job." The two of you laugh a little to ignore the weighted reality -- your father needed your help to make this work and there was no way you would be able to avoid the creditors if you moved anywhere else. You told him many times this was your choice, that you wanted to help, but you knew you really had no other option. At least not at the moment.

Your father was not a good man and was not often plagued by guilt for his actions, but he cared for you. The two of you spend the rest of the ride talking about the old house your father had inherited from his parents when they passed away. It's a classic farmhouse layout, a full upstairs you'll get all to yourself. A wraparound porch would be the perfect place to sit outside and watch the sunset. You knew he was painting a picture that was too good to be true, but he seemed happy.

It's mid-afternoon by the time you're pulling into the dusty drive of the house. It's far from the road and the yard surrounding is green and overgrown. The fence around the house has fallen down in several places and remnants of a vegetable and herb garden have grown unchecked and un-weeded in the back of the house.

You help your dad take boxes into the house, taking your things upstairs and your father's things into the bedroom on the ground floor. The house was big but needed cleaning. Everything was covered in a thin layer of sand-like dust and it was obvious no one had been in the house for years.

In the process of getting everything out of the truck, you notice the garden in the back had several, late-season vegetables. Once the boxes are all inside, you go about picking what you can while your dad works on the house's generator. It'd be nice to have something other than bologna sandwiches for dinner.

You found some old baskets in the kitchen pantry, you've already been able to fill two baskets with mustard greens and sweet potatoes and small green pumpkins by the time the sun starts to go down. As you pick up the last basket you watch the lights of the house flicker on and an excited shout from your father as you hear a generator come to life. A smile plays on your features. Perhaps this would be alright.

You go inside the house, setting the basket on the counter next to three others. You start washing the dirt off your hands in the old sink when you hear a car pull into the driveway. A door opens and you hear a gruff voice call your dad's name. "Charlie! You old son of a bitch- you're still here?" You hear your father reply to the man and you peek outside the front room window. An older man with deep features gets out of a beat-up pickup and your dad walks towards him.

"Who the fuck you callin' old, you old cocksucker?" The old man laughs heartily and your father embraces "Charlie".

The two men talk for a few minutes. Your father comes back in, the old man "Charlie" getting back in his truck and leaving.

"Hey, you feel like going out for dinner?" He asks.

"Out?" You ask, confused. You're getting dirt off a basket of sweet potatoes when he comes in.

"That was an old friend of mine, Charlie Hewitt. He and his folks still live around here. Their house is a half mile down the road and his mama is doing a roast tonight." He goes to the sink to wash his hands, dark oil staining the fresh bar of soap by the sink.

You hesitate, but smile, "Sure, dad. Sounds great."

Your old man splashes water on his face and runs his hands through his hair before drying his hands. "Go clean up and we'll head over on that way. Gonna change m'self."

"Like Sunday dinner kind of clean up or just 'no dirt on my hands' clean up?" You set the basket aside and dust your hands off on your jeans.

"Nothin' fancy. His mama's just old fashion- likes dinner to be a little more proper. 'Specially if it's guests." He starts to walk away. "Let's leave in a few, alright?"

You wash your hands, fix your hair, and find an old, corn-yellow dress. It's modest, the hem going down to your shins and the collar buttoning up to the base of your neck. Linen and tailored at the waist, it ruffles in the light breeze as you stand on the porch of the Hewitt household in dusty, white canvas shoes. The air has cooled but you still feel heat coming off the wood of the porch when Luda Mae answers the door.

"Bill! It's good to see you, hun." Luda Mae smiles and opens the door wide and her eyes go to you. "My god she looks just like Beth." You're surprised to hear your mother's name out of the mouth of a stranger but smile politely. Luda Mae smiles, "Luda Mae Hewitt, sweetheart. You must be y/n. I knew both of your parents long before you were born. It's nice to meet you." She welcomes you into the house with a hug. "Come on in Bill. Charlie's having a beer on the back porch with Monty, why don't you join them? I need a little time to finish getting supper ready." She looks at you, "Would you mind? I need a little help getting the table set." She smiles kindly as she leads the two further into the house. It's modest, a little dirty, but everything around this town seemed to be a little grimy.

Your father nods and follows her, making sure you were trailing behind. "The house looks great, Luda. Your boy still helping you around the house?"

"Tommy mostly works at the slaughterhouse nowadays but he still does the heavy lifting around the house and the store when I need him to." She lets him out onto the back porch where he's greeted with friendly, though swear-filled jeers from Charlie and Monty.

"Um how-how can I help?" You ask.

"There're some blue and white plates up on the top shelf of that cabinet. Get them down and set the table for six, dear."

"Yes, ma'am." Luda Mae smiles at your manners. You do as she asks as she gets a roast out of the stove. You carry plates to the dining room and set them out. You hear the side door open and heavy footsteps in the kitchen when you walk back in.

"Excuse me, Miss Luda Mae? I set the plates out. Where do you keep the silverware?" You look up to see a very tall man in a leather, half-mask and slaughterhouse apron. He's splattered with blood and his hair is matted. You shrink back a little when he turns his head and see you. His eyes were intense.

"Y/n this is Thomas. Tommy, this is Y/n, Bill and Beth's daughter. Y/n and Bill moved in down the road. They're staying for dinner so go get cleaned up." She tells her son.

"Nice to meet you." You smile politely and he stiffens slightly before nodding to you and heading up the stairs quickly.

"Don't mind him, dear. Terribly shy." She laughs a little bit and hands Y/n silverware and napkins.

You get the table set and Luda Mae brings in the roast, mashed potatoes, rolls, and a few other things. You help with the last few preparations and Luda Mae calls the men into the dining room. Monty, Charlie, and your father were all different levels of drunk but Luda Mae scares them into acting pretty sober. Thomas comes down in clean clothes and his hair brushed and sits at the table. Luda Mae makes sure he sits next to you. He doesn't say anything the during dinner but Luda Mae is charming and talks to Y/n.

Your father, Charlie, and Monty ignore you for the most part, happy to jeer at each other, cuss, and make off-color jokes just tame enough not to get hit with Luda Mae’s wooden spoon. That’s not to say the two friends of your father don’t recognize your existence. Both men’s eyes wander every part of you, lingering for a little too long. But that’s as far as they go. Bill was a son of a bitch, that’s why they liked him, but he cared fiercely for you. Charlie and Monty knew a single stray comment towards you was a guaranteed ass beating.

“You work at the slaughterhouse?” You ask Thomas, not really expecting an answer. You were alright with a one-sided conversation, but you needed something to tune out the drunk laughter on the other end of the table. “That must be interesting. I’ve never been in a slaughterhouse. Dad and I used to do something similar, though it was just a small butcher’s shop we ran.” You smile charmingly, doing your best to be the kind guest. “Working in a slaughterhouse sounds more interesting, honestly. ‘Specially since you wouldn’t have to deal with some of the customers dad and I would have regularly.”

Thomas tilts his head towards you to listen better as you talk. He offers a confirming “huff” when asked if he works at the slaughterhouse. His eyes stay on you. You were small compared to him, and utterly adorable. You really were interested in his work? More than that, you’d worked in a butcher’s shop? You weren’t a weak build, you had some muscle on you from the work you did. But still, he couldn’t imagine the girl in front of him enjoying what he enjoyed.

Everyone finishes dinner and Luda Mae asks you to help clear the table so you do. All the windows in the bottom floor of the house were open to let the cool, evening breeze through. Your dress ruffles when a stronger breeze blows through and Thomas catches a whiff of your light perfume. He watches as you help his mother, not realizing he was staring until his Uncle Monty points it out, laughing drunkenly.

“Well shit, Bill. Better keep track of your daughter.” He laughs.

“ ‘Fuck you talking about?” Your dad laughs a bit, finishing another beer.

“Ol’ Tommy here can’t keep his damn eyes off her. Got a crush there big boy?” He slurs out and is met with raucous laughter from Charlie.

Bill takes a second and looks Thomas up and down. “Good luck.” He says, “She’d kick your ass.” He says through building laughter.

Luda Mae comes back in the dining room with a cake and you trail behind her with plates. You see the three men laughing and Thomas sitting silently. Charlie and Monty make a couple more cutting remarks towards Thomas and you realize they’re all laughing at his expense. You see your dad open his mouth to join in the jeering.

“Dad.” You say, voice low but firm. It catches his attention immediately and he looks at you. “Don’t.” Thomas looks at you again. Having anyone besides his mother be on his side… it was unusual, but it was nice.

“Sorry kiddo. We ‘ere just havin’ a bit of fun.” He slurs a bit, but he does looks genuinely sorry. Charlie and Monty start to jab at your father when Luda Mae puts them in their place.

Everyone enjoys dessert and you help Luda Mae and Thomas clean up the dishes.

“Dinner was great, Luda Mae.” You say, putting away the last of the dishes. “Thank you so much.”

“Anytime, dear. It was nice to have company over. I enjoyed myself.” She sets the dish towel down that was in her hand. “Do you need help getting Bill back home?”

“I can just drive him home, it’s not a big deal.” It’s then you realize that during the course of doing the dishes, the dining room had gone quiet. You peek back in and see all three men slumped at the table, passed out.

Luda Mae chuckles. “Maybe so but you might want some help loadin’ him up in the truck and dragging him into the house.” She looks at Thomas. “Tommy, get Charlie and Monty upstairs then help Y/n get Bill home.”

Thomas nods and goes and picks up Charlie and his uncle, one under each arm and hauls them upstairs. A few minutes later he’s putting your father in the back seat of the truck and sitting in the passenger side as you drive down the road towards your new home. You can feel his eyes on you, even in the dark of the cabin.

“…I’m sorry if my dad said anything awful.” You say finally to break the silence. “He’s not always like that.”

Thomas huffs quietly in acknowledgement.

“And thank you for helping me get him back to the house. It’d’ve been quite a sight if I’d tried to drag him into the truck myself.” You laugh a little bit at the thought, trying to make light of it all. Thomas feels the smallest twinge of a smile on his face when seeing you laugh.

Once at the house he carries your dad over his shoulder and into his bedroom setting him on the bed. He walks back out into the foyer where you stand, “Here, I’ll give you a ride back home.”

This surprises Thomas a bit but he nods. You really were one of the kindest people he’d met. He walks out to the truck with you but gets to the driver side first. He reaches and opens the door and waits, watching you. After a moment you realize what he’s doing.

“Ah. Thank you, Thomas.” You smile and get into the truck and he closes the door behind you before getting into the truck himself. Your smile causes his heart to tighten. Every smile he could get, he wanted.

You drive him back to his home, making a little more pleasant small talk, and Thomas listened contently. He liked your voice.

Once back, he waits for you to put the truck in park and gets out.

“Goodnight, Thomas.” You give a small wave and drive away. He watches you drive away, raising his hand in a small wave, a barely audible grumble coming from his throat.

“…y/…..n….”

#slashers #slasher x reader #thomas hewitt #slasher imagines #thomas hewitt x reader #slasher community #slow burn #texas chainsaw massacre

[thatgirl4815]

Music Room

This scene was my most anticipated of the episode, maybe even the entire series, and there are so many competing emotions at play that make it so much more interesting on a rewatch. The first time through, it's clear the encounter is emotionally charged, both with anger, frustration, hurt, and love. But all of those layers build upof so quickly that one moment Sand looks so done with Ray and the next, he's tearing up. Just how FK execute those changes so seamlessly in such a short period of time is beyond me.

The encounter starts with Sand understandably withdrawn, wanting no interaction with Ray after what went down at the party. Ray says he's sorry and that he can't excuse his actions, but Sand isn't having it this time. That's the first thing that caught my eye about this scene--we see how cyclical this is for Sand; he's learned Ray's patterns. Ray makes a mistake, apologizes, and it all repeats, leaving Sand in the difficult position of either giving Ray a second chance or leaving him altogether (the latter of which, as we know, is a special challenge for Sand, for reasons he probably can't explain).

The apology doesn't work right away, and I think Ray suspected that, so he moves on to the real meat of why he's here: he thinks that coming to terms with his feelings and admitting those feelings will appease Sand. In my mind, what makes Sand so resistant to this admission by Ray is the way it seems like just another "out" for him. Regardless if Ray truly means it, the fact that he is saying it now, when Sand is so clearly angry at him, seems like an obvious attempt to soften Sand up and lure him back in. As we know, Sand is well-acquainted with this pattern, so he doesn't fall for it.

What Sand says here is such a pointed reference to Ray's own digs at Sand's feelings for him. In both of their arguments, at the Halloween party and at Mew's birthday, Ray has gone after Sand for his feelings--likely because they are one of the only things he knows will hurt Sand. Sand echoes a question that Ray seems to ask in every one of those arguments.

Something that I've been milling over since I first saw this scene: Why does Ray keep egging Sand on? He says it's so Sand can vent his anger, but I think it reaches deeper than that. I'd posit two potential reasons:

1) If Sand lashes out, it would "even the playing field" so to speak; after all the times Ray has lashed out at Sand, this is Sand's opportunity to return the favor. I think Ray has always enjoyed the fact that unlike Mew, Sand doesn't portray a superiority complex. Sand doesn't look down on Ray for drinking, even though he encourages him to stop for his own good. In the case of this argument, I think Ray wants Sand to hurt him so that Sand doesn't have anything (or at least, he doesn't have as much) to hold over him. Ray knows he made a mistake, but if Sand continues to bottle his anger up inside, there will be a level of imbalance between them. This leads right into the second reason...

2) Ray thinks he deserves it. This would come as no surprise given Ray's self-loathing and forgiveness issues. If Sand hits Ray, that would be giving him only a fraction of the suffering he thinks he deserves. I'm not sure how often Ray considers his own feelings of self-loathing, as those kinds of emotions often tend to manifest in self-destructive behaviors that operate at a subconscious level. But the point still remains that Ray's opinion of himself suggests he is eager to accept punishment.

Side note, but I think it's interesting how Ray's lines here parallel his lines in Ep4 at the record store:

In this scene, Ray's tone is much more light-hearted, illustrating how SandRay's problems have built upon one another and grown more serious since Ep4. There can be no more joking around now.

After some shoving and grappling from both sides, we see Sand's anger melt away as Ray says the trailer line: "Now that you've walked into my life, I won't let you walk away." This line is so special too because I can imagine Sand saying something similar to himself ("Now that I've let him become my 25th hour, how can I walk away?") and it frustrates him. Sand can tell Nick a hundred times that they both deserve better than their toxic partners. But the bitter truth is that Sand's words conflict with his actions, because he hasn't yet succeeded in leaving Ray behind (mostly because Ray won't let him leave him behind, but I'd like to believe he would be unable to cut of Ray so abruptly even without Ray's pestering).

Now that you've walked into my life, I won't let you walk away.

Sand's resolve is broken here, and at last, all of the pain he's kept buried under his anger rises to the surface. As some others have pointed out, in the trailer, Ray's tone comes off possessive, but in the context of the scene, it's desperate. Not so much "You don't get to walk away from me" but more "I care too much to watch you go now." I'd argue that Sand catches that distinction in Ray's tone too, because he doesn't shove him away anymore.

This all leads to a kiss. It's a reasonable outlet for all of the emotions building on top of one another. For Sand, it's just evidence of all those layers to his conflict; anger, frustration, desperation, pain, and affection all wrapped up in one. One thing I adore about First as an actor just generally is how he can blend emotions together. It's impossible to discern where one emotion ends and another begins, because they're all competing in Sand's heart, and he doesn't know which one to listen to.

~ X ~

Anyways, that turned sappy fast. I will not be forgetting about this scene anytime soon because it's such a necessary bridge between the party fight and the scenes in the woods. Here, we see for certain that both Sand and Ray's feelings are real *cough* all those people saying that Ray never really cared about Sand *cough*.

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #raysand #sandray #sanray #raysan #firstkhaotung #sand x ray #ray x sand #only friends meta #only friends episode 9 #san x ray #ray x san #only friends analysis

[youdontjustgiveup]

August: Chapter 1

( ao3 | ff )

Summary: As the days stretched on and the summer heat intensified, the bonds between four friends were tested like never before. Secrets, desires, and insecurities simmered beneath the surface, and the Hamptons – a place of luxury and escape – became the crucible in which their true selves would be revealed.

Pairing: Chuck x Blair

Word Count: 3k

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Notes: My history with Gossip Girl goes back fifteen years. It was my first tv show, my first ship, my first introduction to fanfiction. The memories are endless, both the good and the bad, and I wanted to create something that I would have loved as a teenager, obsessed with these characters that I still deeply adore. They were my entire world, and while it wasn't always smooth sailing, the good moments were truly exceptional. This story is a gift to my younger self; she deserved more happiness and less judgment from others. Special thanks to @last-wish for all his help beta-reading and sharing his infinite wisdom with me.

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August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine

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The sun-drenched sands of the Hamptons welcomed the arrival of summer with open arms, as if eager to embrace the privileged few who sought refuge from the bustling streets of Manhattan. Among the elite, a group of four friends had gathered in this luxurious haven, their laughter and carefree spirits carrying on with the gentle breeze.

Blair Waldorf stepped out of the pristine beach house, her dark curls catching the sunlight. The turquoise waters glistened in the distance, and the scent of salt mingled with the delicate fragrance of blooming flowers. But for all its beauty, the Hamptons couldn’t hide the fissures that had begun to form within their tight-knit group.

Blair’s gaze drifted to Nate Archibald, her boyfriend, and the source of her growing unease. They had embarked on this summer retreat with high hopes of rekindling their flame, yet the spark seemed to flicker with each passing day. Nate’s attention was undeniably divided, and the reason was clear to anyone who cared to look—Serena van der Woodsen.

Nate and Serena laughed under the summer sun, and a pang of jealousy and frustration gnawed at Blair’s insides. She forced a smile, playing the role of the oblivious girlfriend, but her heartache was palpable beneath the façade. 

Chuck Bass lounged on a nearby chaise, his signature smirk gracing his lips as he surveyed the scene with a detached amusement. His feelings for Blair had always been a labyrinth of complexity, a tangle of desire and self-imposed restraint, but he had learned to bury those emotions deep beneath layers of charm and arrogance. 

From the moment he met the brunette all those years ago, Chuck had found himself drawn to Blair’s side, offering witty banter, a scheming partner and a sympathetic ear. He recognized the turmoil she was battling, for he too had his own demons to contend with. 

But Blair’s struggles extended beyond the complexities of her relationships. The weight of her failing romance with Nate and the suffocating standards imposed by her dear mother had ignited a dangerous spark within her–her old friend had returned. In the quiet moments when the others were asleep or lost in their own worlds, Blair found herself ensnared in a cycle of secrecy and self-destruction.

Amid this complex web of emotions, Serena van der Woodsen floated through the summer like a carefree dreamer, seemingly oblivious to the storm brewing around her. Her laughter echoed through the beach house, her smile as bright as the sun, yet her presence only served to deepen the fractures that threatened to tear the group apart.

“Enjoying the view, Waldorf?” Chuck drawled, breaking into Blair’s thoughts. “Seems like summer sun is not the only thing heating up the Hamptons.”

“Look at them. All polished, all smiles, not a single hair out of place.” Chuck continued, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips. “Utter perfection.” 

“Save it for someone who gives a damn, Bass.” 

“Oh, I most definitely think you do.”

“I most definitely do not,” Blair shot back, attempting to ignore the tug at her heartstrings. 

“Waldorf, you’re losing your touch.”

His observation stung, hitting too close to the mark. Lately, the delicate house of cards of Blair’s meticulously crafted life seemed to be crumbling at an alarming pace. Her stomach churned. She needed to compose herself, and fast. The scene unfolding before her meant nothing. Nate was her boyfriend. Serena was her best friend. And Chuck was… well, Chuck. The lines were clear. The bond shared among the four of them had been unwavering since childhood—a bond she couldn’t let weaken now. If she repeated that mantra enough, perhaps she could convince herself of its truth. 

A few minutes passed before Chuck disrupted the silence. “They don’t understand.” 

“Understand what?”

“What it means to be like us. How it truly feels.”

“I am nothing like you,” She retorted sharply. She couldn’t be.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Serena and Nate were still engrossed in their absorbing conversation, causing Blair’s lips to curve again into a forced smile. Chuck rose from his chaise and leaned in beside her, his voice a low murmur that barely grazed her ear.

“It really looks like the perfect summer romance, doesn’t it?” he insisted, pushing her buttons for the second time that day. 

There was that word again. Perfect.

“Too perfect, if you ask me.” 

“And when have things been perfect in our world, Blair?”

“Touché, Chuck.” Her mask of composure gradually gave away, though not fully fading. 

Blair had striven her entire life for perfection—the very embodiment of poise in her mother’s eyes, the ideal size, impeccable grades, never a blemish on her pristine tongue, the flawless girlfriend for Nate, never uttering a complaint, eagerly awaiting the Vanderbilt ring to grace her finger. Her life seemed to follow the perfect path, step by step. Always content to play the role of the impeccable friend, she found herself relegated to second place, perpetually in the shadow of the effortlessly radiant Serena. However, perfection continued to elude her grasp, no matter how far she went or how fast she ran; Blair could never quite catch it.

The only place in her world where perfection wasn’t required, or even expected, was with the boy standing right beside her. 

Yet, she was nowhere ready to accept defeat. Giving up wasn’t in her vocabulary; after all, she was Blair Waldorf. A Waldorf was never allowed to falter. She had to be perfect, even if it meant losing herself along the way.

“Blair, look,” Chuck interjected, sensing her unmistakable inner struggle. He wanted nothing more than to see her smile return to her lips. 

“Shut up, Bass.” A faint hint of her usual wit tugged at the corners of her mouth, a familiar occurrence whenever she used her favorite nickname for him. But she didn’t follow through.

The brunette strode towards their best friends, and as Chuck’s gaze lingered a moment too long on the curves of her body, she turned to face him. The mask was firmly in place, the façade up. 

“Come on. We can’t let the blonds have all the fun.”  

With synchronized steps, Blair and Chuck approached the shoreline, where Nate and Serena lounged on separate beach towels, their laughter and voices carried by the soft breeze. Serena was basking in the sun, while Nate seemed to be indulging whatever inane thing Serena was chattering about. Typical. 

“Nathaniel. Serena,” Chuck greeted his friends. “We couldn’t resist the allure of your picturesque beach side rendezvous.”

Nate’s smile widened. “Hey, guys!” 

Serena’s eyes lit up as she welcomed them with open arms. “Come join us! The water’s perfect, the sun is glorious, and we’ve got space to spare.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Chuck quipped, taking a daring leap onto Serena’s towel. His left arm found its way to rest on one of her long legs. Serena kicked it off right away. “Don’t be so feisty, Serena.”  

Blair rolled her eyes, but quickly recovered, a well-practiced smile plastered on her face. She settled beside Nate, linking arms.

“What were you guys talking about?” Blair’s voice chimed, a touch higher in pitch. Her fingers gave Nate’s arm an intentional squeeze, a bit too firm. She couldn’t suppress the urge to intrude upon the little bubble their friends had created moments ago. The knot in her stomach refused to untangle. Chuck barely managed to stifle a laugh, keenly aware that Blair could put on quite a show for everyone except him.

“Remember when we used to build sandcastles here?” Serena replied, a soft smile playing on her lips, a dreamy look in her eyes. “That one time when we’d spent hours crafting the whole thing, only for Chuck to fall and destroy it in seconds?” she chuckled at the memory. “He just couldn’t bear to part with his drink, and, well, it ended up all over his shirt,” she added, sharing a knowing glance with Blair.

Blair’s lips twitched with amusement. “What was it?” she asked, playing along.

Serena’s laughter bubbled forth as she incorporated herself into the towel, sitting. "Remember the look on his face?” she mimicked Chuck’s stunned expression, her eyes wide and her mouth agape.

Nate’s grin mirrored Serena’s as he chimed in, “He was so pissed.” 

Chuck rolled his eyes dramatically. “Ah, yes, by all means, keep mocking me,” he remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And that shirt never recovered, by the way.”

“Don’t pin the sandcastle collapse on me, sis,” Chuck added, looking at Serena. Then, with a playful smirk, he continued, “It was the princess’s fault,” pointing at Blair.

“How many times do I have to remind you that—” Serena smacked Chuck’s arm. “I’m not your sister.” 

Blair scanned the sand for an appropriate object to emphasize her point, seized one of Nate’s sandals, and hurled it teasingly at Chuck. “It was not my fault, you bastard.”

Chuck raised his arms in a mock surrender.

“Calm down, you two,” Nate interjected, though it was not necessary. He unclasped his arm from Blair’s and casually draped it over her shoulders, smiling from ear to ear. Then, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her head.

“If I recall correctly, I merely suggested the princess lend a hand, given her conspicuous lack of activity all morning.” A sly grin was playing on Chuck’s lips as he quipped. Blair had chosen to sunbathe rather than help, lounging on her towel with her sunglasses on, soaking up the sun while the rest, mainly Nate, did the heavy lifting.

“Pot calling the kettle black, aren’t we?” Blair scoffed.

“...and she managed to kick me.” Chuck finished, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Don’t underestimate your strength, Waldorf.”

While the four of them continued to share anecdotes and laughter, Blair couldn’t help but acknowledge that there was no place she’d rather be than right here, surrounded by her three closest friends.

Nate’s smile momentarily lingered on Blair before shifting to Serena. There was something different in his expression when he looked at the blonde, a change Blair chose to ignore. After all, she clung to the hopeful thought that everything would eventually fall into place. Yet, little did she know that the place she sought might not align with her desires. 

“So, are we all set for tonight?” Blair inquired, activating her micromanaging mode. Her words carried a sharp edge of scrutiny, a testament to her meticulous attention to detail and her insistence on ensuring that every element of the upcoming event was in its precise place.

“Eric said that Lily’s already on her way to Dubai to meet Bart,” Serena stated. “The house is all ours.”

At the mention of Bart, Chuck’s demeanor subtly shifted. He masterfully masked it by closing his eyes, as if savoring the touch of the summer breeze. The contrast between his calm exterior and the emotions stirred by his father’s name was a skillful display that only a few could detect. Yet, behind this façade, the painful truth stood resolute: Bart Bass preferred the distance of miles and the presence of others over spending even a fleeting moment in his son’s company. Chuck had painfully learned that separation was a shield against inevitable disappointment and pain—a harsh reality he confronted each time he attempted to bridge the gap, all to no avail.

Blair, eager to keep the conversation going, interjected, “Everything’s falling into place. Dorota’s almost done, decorations are up, and the playlist is ready. The only thing missing is—” 

Chuck’s eyes flickered open. “Relax, no need to worry. I’ll bring the booze.”

“It’s not as if Lily hasn’t stocked every cabinet with alcohol, Chuck,” Serena added.

“I won’t be nursing martinis all night. I’m not your mother.” 

“Will Dan be joining us?” Blair redirected the conversation. 

Her friend’s relationship with the Brooklynite had been tumultuous at best. After a sweet start, filled with shy smiles and glances, a lack of communication and a lot of victim-blaming rocked her friend’s world, leaving behind a messy aftermath. One that Blair often found herself cleaning up. She opposed the relationship more than anyone else, not wanting her friend to experience that kind of heartbreak ever again. However, Serena remained determined to mend things with him, much to the dismay of those around her. 

Nonetheless, Dan’s presence always had an unexpected benefit—it kept Nate away from Serena, directing all the attention to Blair herself. As it should, in Blair’s view. After all, every cloud does indeed have its silver lining. 

“Why the interest? I thought you hated that guy,” Nate said, his irritation evident.

Great. Just great.  

“Believe me, Nate, I do.”

“I don’t know. He hasn’t replied to any of my texts since last night. He’s probably busy,” Serena finally said. 

“I’m sure he is,” Chuck raised an eyebrow, his trademark smirk returning. “The question is, with whom.”

“If he does come… Behave. Both of you. I’m not saying it twice,” Serena’s tone turned unexpectedly stern. Blair and Chuck exchanged a knowing look.

Serena abruptly stood up, mentioning that she needed to see Eric to ensure everything was in order. As if she could check every detail without a single butterfly catching her attention. Then, everyone would complain about the subpar decorations, dim lighting and questionable music choices. 

Blair fought against the urge to follow.

“Take it easy,” Nate’s voice held a soothing tone. “She won't mess things up.”

“Oh, of course not. Serena’s known for her impeccable event planning skills.”

Nate’s brow furrowed in response. 

Blair rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh. “Nate, you’ve seen her in action. Planning and attention to detail aren’t exactly her strong suits.”

“Well, she’s good at this. Same as you.”

Chuck discreetly looked away from his two closest friends as Nate attempted to ease the tension, a reassuring smile on his lips.

At Blair’s silence, Nate shifted uncomfortably. “Blair, can we just enjoy the day? Let’s not overanalyze everything,” he tried. 

“Ever the Serena defender,” Blair murmured under her breath. 

“What’s gotten into you?” He looked down at Blair, his arm slipping away from her shoulder.

“Would it kill you if, for once, you stood by my side?”

“This isn’t about picking sides.” 

“Isn’t that how it always turns out?” 

Nate’s jaw tightened, his gaze holding steady. “Blair, you’re not being fair.”

Blair’s eyes blazed with frustration, her voice cutting. “Fair? After everything, that’s what you have to say?”

“You know I’m here for you.”

“Clearly.”

Nate turned to Chuck, shrugging his shoulders, as if silently urging him to intervene and fix things.  

Meanwhile, Blair attempted to stand up and follow the path Serena had taken moments before, but Nate’s grip on her arm stopped her. 

“I’m sorry,” Nate’s apology was automatic, a rehearsed response to Blair's frustrations. He had mastered the art of placating her. “You’re right.” 

Blair sighed, her shoulders drooping as she settled back onto the beach towel.

Chuck’s patience was wearing thin. The incessant back-and-forth among his friends had become an incredibly wearisome ordeal. Annoyance coursed through him as he witnessed once again how Nate’s words and actions seemed to chip away at Blair’s spirit. Her light and fire dimming as she played the role of the perfect girlfriend. 

As the tension began to ease, Nate cleared his throat, his voice gentler now as he attempted to shift the mood. “I’ve got a surprise for you, something special.” 

“A surprise? Really? What is it?”

Nate nodded, a small grin forming on his lips. “You’ll have to wait until tonight.”

Blair’s eyebrows raised in intrigue. 

“You’re being quite mysterious, Archibald,” Chuck said, his tone tinged with amusement. 

Nate chuckled at Chuck’s comment. “Don’t worry, Chuck. You’ll find out eventually.”

Blair rolled her eyes in playful exasperation. “No need to be jealous. I’m not going to steal your boyfriend.”

“Relax, Waldorf. I’m fully aware of my role.”

“And you play it so well,” Blair scoffed, a smirk dancing on her lips. 

With that, Blair leaned in and pecked Nate’s lips, her smile radiant. “I need to get ready,” she said, her excitement palpable.

Nate grinned back at her, his eyes sparkling. “I’ll be looking forward to that.”

As Blair walked away, Chuck leaned in closer to Nate, his tone skeptical. “So, tell me about this grand surprise.”

Nate shrugged with a sheepish grin, leaning closer to Chuck. “Well, you see... In fact, I may need your help.”

“My help? For what?”

“I might have exaggerated. I’m hoping you can help me in making the surprise happen. The whole thing.”

“You’re dragging me into your mess, aren’t you?”

Nate chuckled nervously, sensing Chuck’s reluctance. “Yeah, well, you’re the only one who can pull it off.”

“Nathaniel, you owe me big time.”

Blair made her way back to the elegant Hamptons beach house, her thoughts swirling with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. What could Nate have planned? As she stepped into the luxurious interior, the memories of countless summers flooded her mind. No matter her anxieties, things always worked out in the end and it was clear that she had acted foolishly and overreacted at the sight of Nate and Serena. 

Climbing the grand staircase, Blair headed to the spacious bedroom she had chosen for the summer and closed the door behind her, enveloping herself in the surroundings. The soft, pastel colors and tasteful decor offered her comfort.

Her wardrobe held an exquisite collection of designer outfits, each carefully chosen. Tonight was definitely special, and she wanted to look her best. Her fingers danced over the array of dresses hanging in her closet until a tulle, black dress caught her eye – elegant yet subtle, it seemed perfect for the occasion.

As she envisioned herself wearing it, a wave of warmth spread through her. The knot in her stomach, that familiar feeling of unease, appeared to loosen its grip. The thought of spending a magical evening with Nate, surrounded by the ocean breeze and starlit sky, filled her with anticipation.

With absolute determination, or perhaps a desperate hopefulness, she steeled herself. Blair was determined not to let her insecurities win this time. Nate was planning a surprise for her, not her best friend. 

Tonight was going to be perfect.

#gossip girl #gossip girl fanfiction #chuck x blair #chuck bass #blair waldorf #chair #chair fanfiction #chuck x blair fanfiction #fics #* #it's the first one i post so i'm a bit (very) nervous about it #i would love to read your thoughts about it #it's set in the first seasons with a bit of creative license to do my own thing #also i started writing it this summer hence the theme

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Reapply

A/N: GN reader, hehe yes you are very much on your knees. That being said- beach episode ft: Spetsnaz boys™ and SASR (because I love those two)

Day 21: Body worship

Word count: 2167    

Warnings: NSFT, smut, semi-public

AO3 Kinktober Masterlist

Hot. It was insanely hot. The sun beat down in the cloudless sky, a beautiful blue ocean for a view and it was hot. Yet you were prepared, a beach umbrella quite literally screwed into the ground, a thick layer of sunscreen, a big floppy hat and a thin layer that covered your swimwear. The benefits of being in Aussie, they said, go to the beach and enjoy the sun, they said. Get eaten alive by the mosquitos, get sand literally everywhere, sweat like a waterfall, is what they negated to say.

But it was all worth it, because as you sat there on the beach, book in hand Shurat to keep you company, Alexsandr was a little further down on the beach. Shirtless. He wore rather short swimming trunks that grip his body with its drying fabric, a light layer of water covering his body which shone in the summer sun. A carefree smile on his face with the plastic cricket bat in his hands. Tori crouched behind him, her eye on the ball. A ball that swiftly left Max’s fingertips and flew through the air only to be deflected by Alexsandr which had him sprinting past them, his spot swapping with Timur. San was kicked up into the air as they moved and you were glad your sunglasses covered your eye line as your mind wandered back to when you had helped him apply the sunscreen.

His body had been so firm and he had a knowing smile on his face while you had rubbed the liquid into his skin. It had glistened on his skin and he had let out a light hum as you massaged it into his chest, not leaving a single spot untouched. Well after you had rubbed it in you had continued to touch him, only stopping when Max had come to ask who was playing. “Water?” You were snapped out of your thoughts by a hand in front of you. Shuhrat who had been content to sit on the bank with you, held out a large bottle in front of you.

“Huh?”

“Do you want some water?” He asked, face completely neutral. He was in a similar situation to you, mostly covered and safe from the sun.

“Yeah sure, thanks.” You took the bottle from him and squeezed it, the water shooting into your mouth, your eyes focused on Alexsandr, leaning on the cricket bat while Timur waited for Max to bowl. The familiar sound of the ball hitting plastic came but unfortunately, you were too focused on Alexsandr to notice the ball being sent flying towards you. Only seconds before impact the movement drew your attention and you squeezed your eyes shut waiting for the impact which never came. Slowly your eyes open to see the ball in Shuhrats hand directly in front of you.

“Oh fuck, thanks, Shuhrat.”

“You're welcome.” He threw the ball back towards Max who promptly caught it, Alex was on his way towards you. Any shock from your ball was soon cut off as Alexsandr practically ran in slow motion towards you, his pecks bouncing as he jogged.

“You alright?” His voice snapped you out of your starting and you could feel the flush on your face as you cleared your throat.

“Yeah, Shuhrat has good reflexes. I didn’t even see it coming.”

“One must always keep their eye on the target.” Yeah, I certainly was. The thought ran through your head, an unvoiced reply.

“I guess I had just zoned out, must be the heat making me sleepy.” You shrugged off. Alexsandr paused as he thought about your response.

“Perhaps you should come out and play with us, maybe find Maxim in the water.”

“Yeah a dip sounds good but I need to reapply, it's been a couple of hours.”

“If your gonna reapply there are some showers just down there that you can rinse yourself off in, know the sand can be a real bitch.” Max jogged up and he paused. “Real sorry ‘bout the bowl, should have pitched it the other way.”

“It’s alright really, just gave me a bit of a fright. A tennis ball isn’t going to stop me.”

“Ah that's the attitude, right I guess it’s Timurs turn to bowl then.” He started to turn, making sure his voice projected so Timur could hear. “God I hope his aim doesn’t carry over to bowling.” Max muttered under his breath.

“Shuhrat, we might be a while did you want to take my place? I’m sure they would be happy to keep the teams even.” Shuhrat looked down at Alex’s words. “Go on! The sun will be good for your skin, it’s not very often we are in such a sunny country no?”

“Alright.” A grin broke out on Alexsandr's face and he held an arm out for Shuhrat to grab before he promptly pulled the man up. He slapped the man on the back as Shuhrat headed out from the large umbrella into the sun.

“Timur!” Glaz paused his bowl at the sound of Alexsandrs booming voice. “Shuhrats watching your back. Put him to good use.” Timur replied with a nod and Alex’s focus was on you once again.  

“I could have use for a reapply myself. Shall we?”

The pair of you strolled your way to the deserted wharf. Due to being the middle of the week with school holidays yet to start, there were few people at the beach. The lifeguards were set up at the other end of the beach at the main area leaving you and Alexsandr rather alone. The sound of birds and crickets filled the air as you found your way to the public showers. The pair of you walked into the area. The bathrooms were next door, unconnected. The shower area was split into small stalls while there was a large area with seating. Sand covered the floor while light streamed in through the sides. “Oh.” Alexsandr whispered as he came into the shaded area. “Guess I’ve been out there a while huh? Hope I’m not going red.”

“Your not.” You immediately responded far too quickly for someone who had briefly seen the man.

“An expert are we?”

“I mean I would have noticed by now, you're hard to miss.”

“Mmm.” He hummed as he dragged you under one of the shower heads, pressing his hand on the knob which started it. Cold water immediately shot out and you practically screamed as you jumped into his arms, the ice water giving you a shock. Alexsandr laughed as he started to push away the sand on your shoulders, the rest coming with it. With your hands pressed against your chest, you slowly adapted to the water and turned your face to the man. The water hit his shoulder and you couldn’t help but watch as it travelled down his chest, dipping into his belly button before soaking his trunks. He knew as well, he knew the effect he had on you. Yet he didn’t say anything, his chest tensed up and down for a moment which cause your eyes to flicker up to his.

Alexsandr had that smile on his face, a challenge, he was daring you to do something. Anything. With his hand still on the tap, continuing the water, you leaned towards him. Your hands pressed against his chest your lips found his for a sloppy, messy kiss which you soon parted from. Your lips continued your open-mouth kisses down his neck until you found his chest. He tensed his chest and your fingers glided over the skin, massaging the hard muscles. A trail of kisses was left until your mouth and you grabs his tits. His pecks soften as he tensed allowing you to feel them up easier, now soft until your fingers as you kiss down to just above his belly button.

Your eyes flickered up to meet his before you placed the flat of your tongue against his skin. There was a light taste of sunscreen and salt that covered him but you could still taste his taste that was so uniquely him. From your slightly squatted position, you started to rise up, your tongue against his torso until you reached to just below his nipple line. Your hands dropped down and steaded yourself against him, small pecks of kisses placed on his ribs. There was a small sound as Alexsandr stopped leaning on the shower knob, the shower now ticking down, as he started to pet your head, very much enjoying the attention. The tent in his pants which pressed against you also showed his approval.

Slowly you started to squat back down before eventually turning into a kneel, the water on the floor cleared any sand making the ground not too uncomfortable. Your fingers found the top of trunks and slowly pulled them down where they fell and pooled around his ankles, his impossibly large cock sprang free. Being so close to it always made it feel so intimidating and you had to mentally remind yourself that you very much had taken the entirety in the past. On your knees, you silently prayed to the man, flushed you didn’t move but simply watched the man in all his glory. The shower flicked off leaving droplets of water to slowly roll down his chest then over his belly past his dick.

“Your drooling.” He teased and you were snapped out of your trance to wipe your face only to find nothing there. Alexsandr's grin grew as your hand finally made contact with his cock. Your thumb traced over the rather pronounced vein that ran alongside it and your other hand gript onto his strong thigh. Your thumb moved to the side and you held him firmly at the base as the tip of your tongue traced the same vein again.

With a deep exhale you moved back just an inch before you opened your mouth fully, wide and relaxed you allowed his cocked to slip past your lips and down your throat. A groan vibrated throughout Alexsandr and both your hands found the base of his cock. Even though he was down your throat there was still enough for you to wrap both hands around the very base of his dick. This time drool had started to develop around your lips and you fully pulled him out with a gasp. Your spit covered his cock and you allowed some to fall from your lips onto the tip of his head, lubricating it better. This time when you took him into your mouth there was far less resistance and it slid in with ease. He knew to let you make the case, he was big, far larger than most and he knew it. He knew the complications that could come with it. Alexsandr leaned against the shower stall, the door still slightly ajar as you started to suck on him. Your tongue padded underneath him as your hands moved, twisting in time to your pace.

The liquid sounds of your ever-messy mouth echoed carelessly off the walls and Alexsandr did everything not to fuck into your needy mouth. Saliva ran down your chin and his eyes fell closed. His grip was on the top of the stall while his groans turned into moans. His voice grew rough as he started to swear out in his native tongue. He held nothing back as you could feel his cock pulse in your mouth, twitching right before… Alexsandr let out a long moan of your name as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat where his seed pumped out and directly down your throat. Alexsandr’s head slumped against the stall and you slowly pulled him from your mouth and wiped away the saliva from your mouth with the back of your hand. A pleased look as you looked up at his panting chest.

Meanwhile, Timur bowled to Tori who smashed the ball towards the shore, far from where Shuhrat had been standing. Before he had time to go after it, a familiar shape rose from the waters and stalked out. Completely soaked, Maxim came from the ocean. He wore a long sleeve rash shirt and trunks and due to the shallow tide, slowly made his way to the group. The ball was closest to him and he picked it up before throwing it with ease to Timur. Maxim’s eyes scanned the small set-up when he neared, now in speaking range. “Where is Alexsandr and-”

“They went up the road to rise before reapplying sunscreen, hear ‘em talking about hating the feel of sand and sunscreen mixing together earlier.” Max started to explain but a deadpan Shuhrat spoke up.

“Fucking most likely.” Tori stifled a laugh as Max paused and nodded at Shuhrat's comment. He picked up the bottle of sunscreen that had laid next to you, right next to your sunglasses, and waved it in the air for them all to see. You had forgotten it.

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #tachanka #alexsandr senaviev #I'm so not looking forward to the summer #but at least the thought of a shirtless hot Alexsandr can live rent free in my head

[skapediem]

2, 4, 7, 9 (this can include you know what 😏), 12, 15 B))

TY JEROME!! <3

2. favourite episode(s)? HI BOB!!! one of my favourite episodes of any show ever its such a comfort watch < absolutely SHOULD NOT be a comfort watch but it is im just such a sucker for bottle episodes.... also sands of ares for that same reason!! + bring it down for danny those are probably my top 3 but id also say prime crew and leningrad :)

4. favourite use of the alternate history timeline? kind of a basic answer cause its like. the conceit of the whole show but i really just love how far the fam universe has gone with space exploration and cold war tension like im suuuuch a massive nerd about that period of time as it is but its just so sick seeing how much progress can be fuelled by such petty competition like theres something just so human about it if that makes any sense at all. its just cool getting to draw the connections between things that happen in the show to what happened in reality just finding those parallels or places where things diverged its just a fun little layer of worldbuilding.

7. favourite earth moment? THERES SOOO MANY oh no how do i choose... god i feel like i should pick something to do with the space program but margo and aleidas one interaction in the grey.... everyone has worked so hard you cant say its over like its nothing who is this why is she speaking to me she apologises no i dont yes you do i like this one.... scene i obviously feel super normal and regular about. also molly chewing out ed and gordo like theyre kids whove been sent to the principal that was super fun :)

9. favourite non-canon ship? Oh You Know.... but an answer for the viewers at home who dont know Yet iii also quite like margomolly with wayne being fully aware and supportive i just think its a fun little dynamic. + i dont think they should be together EVER theyre so so so terrible for eachother but gorded does have a sneaky little nook in my brain just to contemplate

12. best bit of tech in the alternate timeline? THE SOLAR SAIL!!! i mean i know its a real thing but on the scale that they had on sojourner i just love it sooo much i love you operation jolly roger... also d-mailing i know its not like. a Bit of tech its just terminology but its funny to meee i laugh every time

15. wild mass guessing for season five? jimmy gets out of prison and starts an investigation into danny's neglect by helios command < very wishful thinking ummmmm genuine answer tensions with canada and their space program i feel like they haven't been mentioned much since the news reel.... australia comes into the mix somehow even though we still dont have much of a program in this universe by the looks of things (there is AN australian working for helios we can hear her accent when theyre all yelling at eachother but still. can we actually do something pretty please) and maybe javi and graciana get to do. idk. somthing. i feel like they need to establish the legacy/family characters more if theres gonna be 3 more seasons

#THIS GOT SO LONG AND RAMBLEY IM SORRY!!!! #tysm though jerome these were so so so fun to answer #ask #zoniq

[anamoli]

Experimenting with Dyeing Leather and Rubber

Since this is my first cosplay, like ever, I don't know what I'm doing. Therefore, I fucked around and found out a lot of the do's and don'ts of working with leather, dyeing leather, and dyeing rubber. I also started taking leathercrafting classes at Tandy Leather (shoutout for their free 3-session, 3-hour long classes) and gained some great knowledge on how to care for leather and your tools. I'll share some of the essential processes and techniques I've learned from them after I finish those classes.

Otherwise, here are the results of my first attempts at dyeing leather and rubber! All of these experiments (with the exception of A6) were done using Rit's All-Purpose Dye in Aquamarine. A bottle is about $5 at Joann's.

I wanted to nail down the turquoise portion of Talanah's outfit early because 1) it's a large portion, at least visually, of the cosplay, and 2) I figure it's going to take the longest to dye due to it's vibrancy. The burgundy can be slapped on and it'll look great.

Overall, the results are pretty sad, but this was a very insightful exercise.

Below is a detailed breakdown of what I did for each piece and an explanation of what worked and what didn't.

A: Leather Dyeing Experiments

Early on, I found that the color of the veg tanned leather was too dark in order to support a vibrant turquoise dye. Any attempts at dyeing the leather as-is created a dark teal color instead. As such, all of the experiments discussed in this post were performed on a sanded piece of leather. Here you can see the difference in color between an unsanded and sanded piece of leather.

I wasn't too attentive with the sanding and also learned that leaving any bits of brown showed up prominently in the final dye.

Hot Soak

A1 and A2 was created by boiling 1.5L of water with 3 teaspoons of Rit Dye. A1 was dipped and left in the pot of boiling water for approximately 30 seconds, which promptly crisped the heck out of the leather strips. Hot water bad for leather! I suppose your own skin wouldn't react too being dunked in hot water. A2 was dipped in the boiling water 3 times for 10 second increments.

Results: very dried out pieces of leather that are hard to the touch with poor color.

Direct Application of Dye Solution

A3 and A4 was created by allowing the hot soak to cool down and using a sponge to apply/rub in the solution into the leather. The leather strips were heavily saturated with the solution, laid out to dry for a couple hours, and then the process was repeated two more times. A3 had a thin application of Tan Kote, which was allowed to dry, and then was buffed with a microfiber cloth.

Results: A3 was about the same shade as A4, but adding the layer of Tan Kote seemed to have removed some color. This could also indicate that the dye solution did not penetrate the leather deeply enough. A4 is an okay color, but it is not nearly as vibrant or consistent as I need it to be. There is some streaking that can be seen from passes of the sponge.

Direct Application of Slightly Diluted Dye

Seeing that applying the dye solution as instructed by the manufacturer resulted in a color that was far too light, I opted for a cold solution of one part water to one part dye. This was applied to A5, allowed to dry, and then repeated one more time. Why I chose a one-to-one part solution is because a 100% dye application resulted in a deep blue color nowhere near turquoise.

Results: A5 is getting close. It's not as light as the previous process and definitely not as dark as the straight dye. However, it's still not where I want it to be.

Acrylic Paint

Frustrated by the lack of at least one color match, I decided to mess around with acrylic just for the sake of my motivation for this cosplay. Because of the 1000 hobbies I have, I used some tubes of acrylic I had lying around and mixed 4 parts white, two parts blue, and one part green with a splash of yellow for that extra bit of brightness. I painted a thin layer of it on a piece that is now A6 and was so happy with it that I painted two more with it (and to use all of the paint).

Do you like my very professional drying fixture? Just goes to show that you don't need fancy shit to make good stuff. Anyway...

Results: the acrylic matched so well! But I won't be using it for the cosplay because acrylic flakes like crazy. Bending the samples cracked the acrylic immediately and I know it'll get destroyed just from being within 5 feet of a rock.

However, getting A6 to match so well made A5 look like it matched just as well. At least compared to A3 (before Tan Kote finish) and A4.

Therefore, this made me research about other ways to lighten leather before applying the dye. The slight tint in A5 should theoretically go away if I can find a way to make the leather nearly white. Sanding is only going to take me so far. I'm in the middle of those experiments now and I hope it works out.

B: Rubber Dyeing Experiments

Rubber is an unforgiving material to dye. I knew going into this that it was going to be a difficult and long process to get the dye to penetrate the rubber. I also was struggling with the leather at the same time, so there are some aggressive experiments I did just to get some semblance of dye on the rubber.

Hot Soak

B1 was created at the same time as A1 and A2, but I left it in the solution for nearly two hours because I started browsing through Reddit and forgot about it.

Results: splotchy and uneven dye. Not pretty whatsoever.

Cold Soak

B2 was created by dropping a sample into the solution while it was still hot and allowed it to soak as it cooled. The sample was left in the solution for about 12 hours.

B3, B4, and B5 were dropped in after the solution cooled. B3 was removed after 12 hours, B4 was removed after 24 hours, and B5 was removed after 48 hours.

Results: trash. Basically nothing happened to B3 and B2, B4, and B5 had progressively better color, but it was still practically white. Of course, I could leave the pieces in there for more time, but after 2 days of waiting it gets kind of ridiculous! Especially for such poor results.

Direct Application of Dye

At this point, I was like, "Fuck it" and poured the dye straight out of the bottle onto a sample which is B6. I let that soak cold for about a day, rinsed it in water which washed a lot of the color away, got mad, used a sponge to really scrub dye into the rubber and the little pockets, and let that sit for another day.

When the dye isn't diluted, apparently it evaporates until there are these little blue crystals leftover. I proceeded to scrub those crystals into the rubber as well and wow, would you look at that, the color is pretty close to A6! The picture isn't a great representation of the true color, but it's actually on par with A6.

Results: Looks great! I'll need to work on not angrily scrubbing the dye in so that the results are a bit more even, but the color is acceptable.

Conclusion

Overall, I'm pretty sure I've found the method for dyeing the rubber. I'll need to replicate the process a few times to hone it down and make sure I can get consistent results, but it's a straightforward process thankfully. As for the leather, I'm in the middle of trying one last method for whitening the leather, and then I'll test out the cold soak and direct application of diluted dye on them.

#cosplay #horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #talanah khane padish #leather #dyeing #this has been testing my patience #why do i have to be a perfectionist #proj-2023-00 #proj-process

[soyeahduh]

How to Build a Sandcastle Like a Pro

Have you ever wanted to build a sandcastle like the ones you see in the movies? Well, here’s your chance! Building sandcastles is easier than you think and can be fun for all ages. With some tools, patience, and practice, you can build an incredible sandcastle that will wow your family and friends. Let’s dive into the art of building a beautiful sandcastle!

Gather Your Tools The first step to building a successful sandcastle is gathering your materials. You will need a few gardening tools such as shovels, buckets, and trowels. You can also use cookie cutters or molds for shapes if you are feeling adventurous. Additionally, collecting items from nature like shells or seaweed can give your castle an extra special touch.

Creating the Structure Now that you have all of your supplies it’s time to start building! You will want to begin by digging out around two feet into the ground and filling up buckets with wet sand so that they are heavy enough to stay in place when creating walls. Then, slowly add layer upon layer of damp sand until it takes on the shape of walls and towers. Be sure to pack down each layer before adding more on top – until you reach your desired height.

Add Details Once the base structure is complete it’s time to get creative with details! Decorate your castle with various decorations or designs such as flags at the top or seashells embedded in the walls. Use items from nature like flowers or grasses for added texture. Get creative with color by using food coloring in water spray bottles for a unique look – just be sure not to overdo it! Finally, don’t forget to sign your masterpiece with a personalized message inscribed on one of its walls – every artist needs proper credit after all!

Building a sandcastle may sound intimidating but with these easy steps anyone can do it! All it takes is some imagination, creativity, and patience – plus some supplies from nature and maybe even some cookie cutters —and voila! In no time at all you will have built your own beautiful masterpiece suitable for any beach vacation photo album! So grab those tools and let’s get building! The sky is truly the limit when building something so special out of nothing more than pure imagination and sandy shores. Have fun creating timeless memories that everyone can enjoy together this summer season!

#beaches #beachlife #beachday

[handbagfashionexpert]

Beach Bag Essentials: Packing Tips for a Day in the Sun

Heading to the beach for a day of sun, sand, and waves. Planning is key, and having the right essentials in your sky bag by Dino can make or break your seaside experience. Let's explore a comprehensive guide on packing tips for a day in the sun without delving into brand names.

1. Sun Protection:

Shielding yourself from the sun's rays is paramount. Pack a broad-spectrum sunscreen with at least SPF 30, lip balm with SPF, and a wide-brimmed hat. Ensure your sunscreen is reef-safe to promote eco-friendly beach practices.

2. Hydration Essentials:

Staying hydrated under the sun is crucial. Bring a reusable water bottle to quench your thirst throughout the day. Opt for an insulated bottle to keep your beverages cool under the warm sun.

3. Comfortable Seating:

Enhance your beach experience by including a lightweight, portable beach blanket or mat. This provides a comfortable and clean space to sit, relax, or enjoy a beachside picnic.

4. Towels and Cover-Ups:

Pack a couple of absorbent towels for drying off after a swim. Consider bringing a lightweight and breathable cover-up to throw on when you're taking a break from the sun or heading to beachside eateries.

5. Snack Attack:

Avoid beach hunger pangs by packing a variety of snacks. Choose items that resist melting or spoiling in the heat, such as trail mix, fresh fruits, or granola bars. This ensures you have energy for all your beach activities.

6. Entertainment and Relaxation:

Bring along a good beach read, a portable speaker for some tunes, or even a frisbee for beach games. These items add a touch of entertainment and relaxation to your beach day, beyond just soaking up the sun.

7. Wet Bags for Wet Gear:

Carry reusable wet bags to stash your wet swimsuit or sandy beachwear. This prevents your dry items in the bag from getting damp and maintains a tidy and organized beach tote.

8. First Aid Basics:

A basic first aid kit is a must. Include adhesive bandages, antiseptic wipes, pain relievers, and any personal medications you may need. Be prepared for minor mishaps without relying on beachside facilities.

9. Beach-Friendly Electronics:

If you plan to bring electronics, ensure they are beach-friendly. A waterproof phone pouch or case can protect your devices from sand and water, allowing you to capture those picturesque beach moments.

10. Eco-Friendly Choices:

Consider the environmental impact of your beach day. Bring reusable items like bamboo utensils, a reusable straw, and a beach bag made from sustainable materials. Reduce single-use plastic to minimize your ecological footprint.

11. Sand-Free Zone:

Include a small brush or baby powder in your beach bag essentials. A quick dusting with baby powder or a gentle brushing can help remove sand from your skin before you pack up.

12. Extra Clothing Layers:

Even on the warmest days, beaches can get breezy or cooler in the evening. Pack a light sweater or cover-up to keep you warm if the temperature drops or for a casual beachside stroll.

Conclusion:

A well-packed beach bag ensures a stress-free and enjoyable day in the sun. From sun protection to entertainment and eco-friendly choices, these essentials cover all aspects of your beach day needs. Remember to tailor your packing list to your preferences and the specific activities you plan to indulge in. With a thoughtfully packed beach bag, you're ready to soak up the sun and make the most of your beach escapade without relying on specific brand names.

#beach bag #bags #fashion #trends #beach #bag

[milky-aeons]

𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

౨ৎ  . . . even though you may not always be by his side, there are multiple ways you and ARMIN ARLERT express your love for each other.

warnings: sexual content, memories of war, ptsd, marriage, pregnancy, mdni, w.c 845

♪ . . . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ tenerife sea — ed sheeran ꒱ ˎˊ-

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who was, at first, not very forthcoming about his feelings towards you. Who allowed them to balloon into something monstrous, something that wouldn't let his eyes leave you no matter where you came or when you went.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who mustered up the courage to ask you on a date after weeks of deliberation. That mind of his really was a double-edged sword, having the ability to lead squadrons to victory but crumbled when he looked into your eyes and became so adorably tongue-tied.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who, on the day of your wedding, wore a crown of flowers in her hair and jewellery made from emerald sea-glass. Who kept the jewellery on that night you spent together, the smooth stone sliding over your bouncing breasts as you rode him into ecstasy.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who held him tight on those nights he couldn't sleep. When the haunting echoes of war visited him instead of dreams. Who cradled him against your chest and carded through his golden hair, humming to him a song from your childhood, until his tense shoulder muscles smoothened down and he took more even, slumbering breaths.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who was always phenomenal when it came to choosing gifts. Whether they be for special occasions like your one year anniversary — when he surprised you with that delicate little music box specially crafted to play that tune, the one you always sung to him — or little delicates he brought home after a long day's work. Chocolates, flowers, books from the Capital where he conducted the duties of Commander.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who would know immediately when your husband has had a taxing day. When he'd come through the door of the little town house you shared — his eyes shadowed, his hair mused from where he ruffled at it. You would go to him and place longer, sweeter kisses against his lips. You would instruct him to sit in the kitchen so you could brew him some tea, so you could take your fingers to his temples and draw soothing little circles.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who brought you to the beach on late summer's nights. Who would be mysterious and playful with his little secret, ushering you out of the house when you least expected it. Of course, he had the charade planned right down to the finer details; the standing wax candles in the sand, the blanket, the bottle of fine Mitras wine and two polished glasses waiting to be drunk.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who was reserved with his desires, and yet eager to please you at the same time. Who would murmur hot and heady into your ear; where do you need it, love? Does it feel good when I do this? Tell me what you need, let me please you. Who had years of power in his honed abdomen muscles and thighs as he would use them to thrust into you without conviction. Who would relish in the way you called out his name as your walls clenched around him, undoing him by the very seams.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who gave him a small clothed package unannounced one day. Watchful as he undid the layers with those gorgeous blue eyes wide and curious. Who did not take long to understand what the gift meant — a little wooden horse and a hat that would be much too small for him. He had stood, unbelieving, his eyes shining with tears, and picked you up in a hug that stole the air from your lungs and spun you round, round, round.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who lay beside your curved belly swollen with life and read to them. About fields of fire, endless seas of ice, vast rivers of colour in the night sky. Who would place kisses to your unborn child, who would place kisses on the back of your hand and tell you how much he loved you.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who cooked with you on the days he had been spared from his military duties. Who would lift your beautiful child up into the air and make them giggle as you stirred the pot. Who would come up behind you and encircle you in his strong arms, placing a quick, chaste kiss on your temple.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who was cunning with him, adoring the blush that still coloured your husbands cheeks when you did something daring. You would seek him out on late nights in the study as he poured over reports by lamplight. Quietly, you would slip your nightdress down from your shoulders and let it fall to a pool at your feet. It always made your pulse flutter, the way he looked at you, like a man strangled. Like a man so madly and irrevocably in love.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who, before he left every morning and before he closed his eyes at night, would mutter the same exact words;

"I love you, my moon and stars."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who would murmur right back;

"And I love you too, my entire night sky."

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[seasidewoes]

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗢𝗻𝗲:

— 𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴

The sea brushes the shoreline and pulls away, brushes, pulls away - as faltering as I once was. I watch in awe; my eternal reminder of what it is capable of.

She was as beautiful as she was tragic, that estranged woman of mine. I never could quite reach her, although I tried. But I never abandoned the hope that I held on to with a white-knuckled grip, much like the empty whiskey glass which I swirl in hand - the fifth one now, I'm almost sure. Squinting against the captivating, swirling colors of an Ireland sunset, I pour another. My gaze slowly travels across the vast expanse of deep, glassy blue, mind racing as it often does during these moments.

I loved her like it was the last thing I would ever do, and it was. And that plagued my thoughts relentlessly, asleep or awake. I could feel myself slipping away again, as if I'd soon disappear into the same glacial clutches that took her from me. The only comfort I could find for the two years since, happened to be the culprit - I was beginning to resent its beauty, more and more each day.

Another glass of whiskey and I struggle to my feet. I make no attempt to steady the tremble in my step as I coax myself onward, straight for the obsidian waves ahead of me. I close my eyes, the smell and taste of saltwater spray transporting me to another time, but the same place.

• • •

She was still in her nightgown from the evening prior, her hair a usual mess of gorgeous, almond curls all bunched on top of her head, arms fanned as she danced in the mist, her warm smile no warning of what was to come that very same night. I wanted so badly to resent her, too. And resent her I did, for a while. That first year nearly destroyed what was left of me, of my sanity.

I began to see her in everything; the threshold of an open door, her footprints in the sand, and on occasion, I would be blessed with a faint wisp of her expensive perfume. I could seldom feel the weight of her body lying next to me on especially stormy nights in the bed we once shared - one I could no longer stand to sleep in. Our bedroom door, a forgotten entryway, closed indefinitely.

I hated myself for being angry at her, and the suffocation that accompanied each breath was nothing short of agonizing. I was on edge while also teetering over it, I held a rage inside my bones that terrified even me.

But that darkness soon took another form, its arms enveloping me in a peaceful stupor, containing me in a liberating oblivion where I could feel those emotions, but the intensity wasn't so debilitating. And what a damn relief that turned out to be. I could breathe again at last - my soul was no longer in ruins.

• • •

My eyes slowly open to a blanket of grim clouds, the sea continuing its melancholy dance, just for me. The waves pool at my ankles before gliding back into the murky abyss. Then, as though I'm being controlled by another's will, I turn away. Instead of finally succumbing to the idea of being reunited with my beloved, that warm embrace forbids me, leading me across the cool sand and back to my home where I open that bedroom door, a resounding groan of protest welcoming me, and I step into the bitter chill residing behind it. I scan every inch with a wary gaze.

Frozen in time, the sheets still a mess, opened books on her side of the bed, empty bottles on mine - it's as if she never actually left, all over again. But this time, I'm eager for her presence - no longer a shell of the man I used to be, no longer fearful of seeing her face and being burdened with only the bad memories; my drunken outbursts and her withdrawing so deeply that I could dare say that I lost her long before she ever left. My fingers give way to a nervous tic, twisting into the fabric of my shirt at my abdomen.

As I draw closer to the bed, boot soles disturbing a thick layer of dust that covers the entire floor, I allow myself to relax with a deep inhale. Lowering onto the bed, I press my palms into the mattress, remembering the first time I touched her, how delicately sweet she tasted, the sounds I teased from her, that intoxicating scent of hers - and then, I 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 her. A dainty hand perched upon my shoulder, easing my sorrow, soothing my soul. Although I won't feel it, I place my hand over where hers should be, and just as I'd suspected, nothing. But she was still here; my eternal reminder of what it is not capable of.

[atozearth]

Exploring Abstract Painting: From Simple to Modern Art Ideas

Unraveling the World of Abstract Painting: From Simple to Modern Ideas Abstract painting, with its bold strokes, vibrant colors, and formless patterns, is often perceived as an intricate world, reserved for the deeply artistic minds. However, the beauty of abstract art lies in its accessibility for everyone. From the seasoned artist to the enthusiastic beginner, there are myriad abstract painting ideas to explore and experiment with. Whether you're seeking abstract art ideas for a large canvas that dominates your living room, or a small doodle in the corner of your diary, we've got you covered. Dive into Abstract Painting Ideas The first step to creating a masterpiece is inspiration. Here are some easy abstract painting ideas that you can play around with: Nature’s Influence on abstract art: Start by looking around you. The shades of sunset, the patterns of waves on the seashore, or even the intricate designs of leaves can act as the perfect muse. 1. Artistic Abstract Summer Theme Background 2. Abstract minimalist Scandinavian art boho aesthetic 3. watercolor minimal landscape abstract art Emotion in Color: Choose colors that represent your feelings for the day. Swirls of blue for calm, bold reds for passion, or even a mix of many for those 'mixed-feeling' kind of days. 4. Circles Swirl Around Cropped Bold Shapes 5. Acrylic pour color liquid marble abstract surfaces design Texture Play: Mix different materials, like sand or salt, into your paint and create textures on the canvas. This idea is especially popular in abstract acrylic painting. 6. Photo oil paint brush abstract background colorful 7. photo acrylic paint textured background in pink abstract style creative art Simple and Cute Abstract Ideas For those who lean towards the 'less is more' philosophy, simple abstract drawing ideas can be just as captivating. Here are some abstract simple cute easy paintings ideas: Geometric Love: Play with straight lines, circles, triangles, and more. Arrange them in random or symmetrical patterns. You’d be surprised at how such simple elements can create intricate designs. 8. Abstract painting of a circle Color Blocking: Use tape to create sections on your canvas and paint each one a different color. Once dried, remove the tape to reveal a stunning piece. 9.A colorful abstract art with a circle and a person in the middle. Monochrome Magic: Choose a single color and play with its different shades. This can be particularly eye-catching with abstract watercolor painting ideas, as watercolors blend seamlessly. 10. Modern abstract dynamic shapes black and white background with grainy paper texture Digital art Modern and Chic Abstract Art If you're aiming to add a touch of modern elegance to your living space, consider these modern abstract painting ideas: Metallic Hues: Incorporate gold, silver, or bronze into your artwork. Whether it's bold strokes or fine specks, metallic hues can give your art a chic finish. 11.Exquisite photograph, painting, layers of matte gold, silhouettes, Layers on beige dusty, abstract, High resolution Splatter and Drip Technique: This might get a little messy but can result in some of the most astounding pieces. Dip your brush in paint and splatter it on a canvas, or let the paint drip from the brush or a squeeze bottle. 12.Bright ink or watercolor splash splatter stain brush strokes art Collage Creation: Mix in pieces of newspapers, magazines, or any paper material with different paints. It's not just a painting but a story in itself. 13. A colorful painting abstract art Easy Abstract Painting Ideas for Beginners For novices, diving into the world of abstract can seem daunting, but remember, there's no right or wrong here. Some easy abstract painting ideas for beginners include: Finger Painting: Forget brushes; use your fingers to create patterns and designs. It's not just fun but brings out unexpected patterns. Blown Art: Drop watercolor or ink on paper and use a straw to blow the paint in different directions. Stamped Patterns: Use everyday objects like bottle caps, sponges, or even leaves as stamps, dip them in paint, and press on your canvas. Different Abstract Art Designs hand painted watercolor abstract art cover collection vector flat boho covers collection Midcentury artwork simple abstract background  Burst of abstract textures and colors on a textured background creating a tactile Whether you're a fan of abstract watercolor painting ideas, abstract acrylic painting ideas, or any other medium, remember that abstract art is an expression of your soul. So, let go of inhibitions, pick up that brush, and let your canvas echo your heart's tales. Happy painting! Read the full article

[lymechallenged]

Back To The "Inactive" Ingredients...

When I finally felt up to it, I did a little more research on the inactive ingredients in the generic Xanax (alprazolam) that I got when I refilled my prescription. The reason I was curious was because they were a different shape than the ones I had been getting and after a month of taking them, realized that I had slept almost the entire month of December. When I was awake, I felt like an alien had taken over my body. Thankfully I still had November's empty bottle and found the two different drug companies and was able to compare "inactive" ingredients. I really don't know why they call them "inactive" ingredients because they are in fact very "active" for some people.

The inactive ingredients in the round one, which are manufactured by Actavis Elizabeth LLC and distributed by Actavis Pharma, Inc., are listed as: colloidal silicon dioxide, corn starch, docusate sodium, lactose monohydrate, magnesium stearate, microcrystalline cellulose, and sodium benzoate. The 1 mg tablet also contains FD&C blue #2 aluminum lake.

Lets go over each of these.

Colloidal silicon dioxide: is sand or quartz which is consumed as part of the natural human diet. It is a commonly used filler product. Also known as colloidal silica, it is found in many food and medicine products. It is also used as a thickener in things such as paint, shampoo, cosmetics, the list goes on. But in medications it is often used as an anti-caking agent, absorbent, or glidant. Top medications with colloidal silicon dioxide are: hydrocodone, cyclobenzaprine, oxycodone, Percocet, trazadone, and alprazolam (xanax). Silicone Dioxide is known to cause bone spurs.

Corn starch: cornstarch is a common ingredient made from the starchy portion of corn kernels known as the endosperm. It is used as a thickening agent in many foods and medications.

Docusate Sodium: it is the sodium salt of docusate, a dioctyl salt and an emollient laxative with stool-softening activity. Docusate decreases surface tension and emulsification of fecal matter and allows water to penetrate and mix with stool. As a result, it softens the stool. I have yet to find out why they put this in alprazolam.

Lactose monohydrate: is a crystallized form of milk sugar. It is commonly used as a filler or binder for medications and added to packaged foods, baked goods, and infant formulas as a sweetener or stabilizer. This additive is widely considered safe and may not cause symptoms in those who are otherwise lactose intolerant. Lactose is commonly used as a diluent/binder in order to produce tablets of sufficient hardness.

Magnesium stearate: is a flow agent (a lubricant) that forms films on tablets leading to a decrease in hardness.

Hold up....now we have a product to create sufficient hardness and a product to decrease hardness. WHAT???

Back to magnesium stearate...Biofilms are immobile communities of bacteria that form when bacteria stick to a surface and cause slimy layers on surfaces. Therefore it can cause formation of harmful biofilms in the intestine. This is sounding better all the time...

Microcrystalline cellulose: is a refined wood pulp. Yes, you read that correctly. It is used as a texturizer, an anti-caking agent, a fat substitute, an emulsifier, an extender, and a bulking agent in food production. The most common form is used in vitamin supplements or tablets. It is used in cosmetics as an abrasive, absorbent, anti-caking agent, aqueous viscosity increasing agent, binder, bulking agent, emulsion stabilizer, slip modifier, and texturizer, which can be found in various hair and skin care products as well as makeup. It it provides dietary bulk and may lead to a laxative effect.

Maybe I could save money on medications if I just eat my makeup and drink my shampoo... and I certainly will not need any laxatives in the near future.

Sodium benzoate: is a man made compound used as a preservative to soft drinks, packaged foods, personal care products, and.....medications. It is a combination of benzoic acid and sodium hydroxide (I am not even going to go into breaking those two down right now.) Sodium benzoate prevents the growth of potentially harmful bacteria, mold, and other microbes in foods, soft drinks, medications, etc. (I guess this is added to keep those slimy biofilms in check!) It is also used as a preservative in cosmetics, hair products, baby wipes, toothpaste, mouthwash, etc. What shocked me, and at this point in my research I am not sure why anything shocks me, is that it is used as a stabilizer in photo processing, it is used to improve the strength of some plastics, and one of the biggest applications of sodium benzoate...it is used to deter corrosion in car engines. So not only can it keep my car engine from going balls up, I can wipe my baby's ass with it, AND put it in my body because I have anxiety!! Oh boy!! Let's continue with sodium benzoate, shall we? It has the ability to convert to benzene which is a carcinogen. Benzene is a chemical that is a colorless or light yellow liquid at room temperature. It has a sweet odor and is highly flammable. Benzene is widely used in the United States. It ranks in the top 20 chemicals for production volume. Some industries use benzene to make other chemicals that are used to make plastics, resins, and nylon and synthetic fibers. Benzene is also used to make some types of lubricants, rubbers, dyes, detergents, drugs, and pesticides. Benzene works by causing cells not to work correctly. For example, it can cause bone marrow not to produce enough red blood cells, which can lead to anemia. Also, it can damage the immune system by changing blood levels of antibodies and causing the loss of white blood cells. It can cause ADHD, it creates free radicals that damage your cells and increase chronic disease risk, it causes obesity and allergies, it depletes your body of the amino acid, carnitine, which plays a critical role in energy production, and it causes other health concerns that include inflammation promoting cancer development. I think that is more than enough on that one! Moving on...

The last inactive ingredient listed depends on what strength you take. The 0.5 mg tablet contains FD&C yellow #6 aluminum lake (sunset yellow lake). The 1 mg tablet contains FD&C blue #2 aluminum lake. The 2 mg tablet contains FD&C yellow #10 aluminum lake. I take the 1 mg tablets so I researched FD&C blue #2 aluminum lake. Here are the findings: According to the FDA, lakes are formed by reacting straight colors (such as FD&C Blue No. 2 Aluminum) with precipitants and salts. Lakes may be used as color additives for tablet coatings due to their stability. The FDA states that D&C Blue No. 2 Aluminum Lake may be safely used as a color additive when their specifications are followed. So what is the difference between a dye and a lake? Dye colors are water soluble and can be man-made or natural. These colors produce very vibrant hues and stay clear in clear bases. Lake colors are man-made and an oil dispersible combination of dyes and a substrate material such as aluminum or barium. They tend to slightly cloud clear bases. Here again, I am not going to break down aluminum or barium. Though at this point in the research of inactive ingredients in alprazolam/Xanax, I am sure both have negative effects on a persons body. Blue 2 Lake is water soluble, organic salt derived from indigo by sulfonation. Commercially, it is produced synthetically from coal tar. It is deep blue dye that imparts a violet to blue shade in applications. It is approved to be used as a blue food colorant in the U.S and E.U. It is also used as a pH indicator. It may cause skin sensitivity, a rash similar to nettle rash, high blood pressure, itching and breathing problems. The U.S. Food and Drug Administration says that FD&C blue no. 2 is safe for use in food and supplements, according to the Code of Federal Regulations. The Center for Science in the Public Interest (CSPI) asserts that Blue No. 2 is not safe for human consumption. Since it adds nothing to the nutritive value of food and evidence for its safety is questionable, CSPI recommends it not be used in foods or medications.

So now the question is...what do I do with all of this information? How can they be "inactive" ingredients when they clearly have adverse effects on humans? If I don't take my alprazolam, how will I control my anxiety? And that is just one of my medications. And I haven't even compared the inactive ingredients of alprazolam in the two different manufactures that I have received the medication from. I am sure they are pretty much the same but SOMETHING has to be different for my body to react to them differently.

Yes...it has taken me 10 days from when I started this post to actually finish it and post it. Do not judge.

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