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starb3rrys · 1 year

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Hey there 😍 i just saw that your requests are open and i love your 'BSD men top, bottom or switch' 💕💕💕 If you're doing a part 2, could you write the same for Tetchou and Jouno?? 😊

Really love how you wrote for the other bsd characters 💕💕 nice work!!

Have a good day 💕

Hi hi! Agh! Sorry for the late response, I appreciate the kind words and I hope you enjoy this story, Hope it was worth the wait!~

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BSD men- Top, Bottom, or Switch? *+Part 2+*

Ft. Tetchou, Jouno, Ango, Oda, Kunikida, Sigma

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Tetchou

Top/Dominant Bottom

Lets start off with our lovely hunting dog, Tetchou is a very interesting character, he tends to be quiet around other most of the time but in a respectful manner. So it was odd when he started to talk to you more. He started to talk to you about interests, hobbies, he even showed you some of his weird food combinations and even made you try some (No cause lowkey what if its good?). He wouldnt even recognize his own feelings until Jouno called him out on how his heart beats faster when you’re around and how his body temperature rises when you smile at him. Once he acknowledges his feelings he decides to go for it (jouno fr hypes him up by saying something like “their heart beats faster when you’re around so that means they have feelings for you…..or some type of heart disease”). When he finally confesses to you he cant help but smile and blush when you confess back, finally..he can call you his~

Sex with Tetchou starts off with him promising to be gentle…and then you ends with you not being able to walk for a solid day (hes sorry guys i swear). He likes to be in control even when you’re on top, its just something about being able to control your reactions as well as your pleasure, he just loves how you’re completely helpless and vulnerable under him. He slowly pushes his cock into you, the warm feeling causing him to grunt as he holds your hips tighter. Once he’s fully inside he waits for you to adjust to him, once you give him the go ahead he thrusts slowly into you, wanting to go slow as to not hurt you, but god is it so difficult to, the faces you make and the noises you let out only feed into his neediness and desire but he holds back as much as he can. Once you begin to ask for him to go faster- thats where he loses it (lord have mercy on your soul). He starts to thrust in faster, the warm feeling of you around his cock putting him in a daze, his mind is clouded at the feeling as he lets out loud moans and grunts, he kisses you all over as he praises your beauty. As you cum around him you expect him to stop- you were wrong. He is just too lost in a daze, he cant seem to stop his movements, only being able to thrust faster as he overstimulates you, he just cant help wanting to leave you as a moaning lost mess!~

“God you feel so good! The warm feeling around m-Ah!~ my cock is so intense, im sorry- i don’t mean to be rough but i just cant help-Mm!~ it.. you’re just so beautiful… so wonderful…Ah!~ god i need you..you’re mine and only-Ah!~ mine!~”

Jouno

Top

Next is our favorite blind man, Jouno is very dedicated and finds his work to be top priority, (bringing justice to the innocent and what not). So nobody would have guessed he would end up being head over heels for you. He makes sure to hide it of course but you cant ignore how he randomly has free time in your free time, or how he “coincidentally” finds you out and about in your daily routines. He has long talks with you and admires your sense of justice and your willingness to help others, and how your heart beat faster when he was around. The more you hang out, the more you both fall harder for each other. When you two were alone, you decided to confess. He could hear how fast your heart was beating and how your voice slightly trembled. He knew you weren’t lying and he couldn’t help but confess too. Publicly, he is not as openly affectionate as you are but in private, he makes sure to show you just how much he adores you~

Sex with Jouno usually consists of rough fucking and a lot of teasing. He plays with you and touches all over your body, he makes sure to comment and tease you for every sound you make, how your heart beats faster and faster as his hands trace from your chest down to your thighs, how your tremble and squirm as he roughly thrusts into you. Degrading words fall from his mouth as he grunts at the feeling of your warm walls. He bites into your shoulder as you moan and beg for him to keep going, he feels how close you are and slows down his pace. He can feel your disappointment and neediness and teases you about how desperate you must be for wanting him to keep going at such a relentless pace. He makes you beg for him to continue as he slowly grinds against you, once he is satisfied he thrusts into you like a needy dog. As you finally cum, he smirks while still thrusting into you, not stopping until you cum a second time, once you do he allows himself to finally fill you up with his cum. He truly does adore you, but he just can’t help wanting to tease the life out of you~

“Listen to yourself moan like a needy whore under me, ah~ your body is becoming oddly sensitive, are you close darling?~ aww~ to bad i wont allow you to cum until you beg like the desperate bitch you are for me to continue~…see wasnt that easy? I hope you don’t think im stopping now!~”

Ango

Switch

Now our lovely four eyes, Ango is a very busy man, having to handle business as well as keeping secrets and information from others can be very exhausting. Knowing this, love wasnt a big priority for him. He usually saw it as just extra work and too time consuming, but then he met you. For some strange reason, you captivated him, he wanted to spend time with you, sometimes even rescheduling work or meetings just to see you. Ango is a smart man, he knew exactly what he was feeling but coming to terms with it was a bit harder. But once the time was right, he told you how he felt. The flustered/surprised look on his face when you confessed too was definitely one to remember and definitely not the last time you’d see it~

Because of his busy schedule, you and Ango don’t usually have much “alone time”. The more time you two spend apart, the more the desire for each other grows. So when you two finally get the chance to be alone together, you make sure to make up for lost time. Ango tries to take it slow and hold back, but all the pent up stress and desire gets the best of him. He moans and grunts at the warm feeling around his cock which he had long yearned for. Hes intoxicated by your smell and just cant get enough as he roughly fucks you as he kisses your neck, he makes sure to show you how much he missed you. Switching positions is very common, he loves it when you take control and leave him a moaning and whining mess. He holds on to your hips as he thrusts upwards into you as you bounce down on him. He truly did miss you, your voice, your scent, your body, and your sweet desperation~

“Oh god how I’ve missed yo- Ah!~ You still feel as good as i-Mm!~ remember… your face is still as beautiful too, how your eyes roll back and how your-Mm!~ cheeks flush deep red at my words, my beautiful darling~”

Oda

Top

My favorite orphan collector, Oda is not opposed to the idea of love but he doesn’t go out of his way searching for it. He just goes on with his work and daily routine, he doesn’t see a point or reason in changing it, until he met you. He took it very slow with you, making sure not to rush into anything and take it a step at a time. His schedule began to change because of this, he would find himself going out to eat with you rather than eating alone, taking you to visit the children every weekend and accompanying him on shopping runs for toys and snacks for the kids (The kids definitely told him to shoot his shot, they fr hyped him up). He loved how caring and kind you were to the kids, he loved your hobbies and your interests, all of these things about you just made him fall harder until the day finally came where he confessed. He brought flowers and asked you in the most romantic way if you would be his. When you said yes, he gave you a loving smile and made you a promise, he promised to always cherish and love you~

Oda made sure to keep that promise even in your most intimate moments. He is a true gentleman so he tends to prioritize your pleasure over his own, he starts off by kissing you, starting from your face, to your chest, to your stomach and to your thighs. He praises you as you hold on to his shoulders for dear life as you struggle to form coherent words, his sweet words contradicting his pace. He pays close attention to your sweet reactions and makes sure to do exactly what makes you feel good, he loves to hear those sinful moans and whines you let out at his movements. The way you beg and plead for more drives him crazy as he grips onto your hips, thrusting even deeper than before causing you to arch your back. He believes eye contact is very intimate, it reminds him that this moment is one that can only be shared between you two. So you know he’s close when he closes his eyes, clenching his teeth as he lets out low groans, softly cursing under his breath at the feeling of you. His mind gets clouded as he keeps thrusting into you with a needy pace, he kisses and bites your neck as he feels himself coming close. He just cant help it, you’re so amazing, so kind, and so beautiful, you’re someone he will love and cherish forever~

“Mm!~ Darling~ you look so beautiful, ..do you want me t-Ah!~ go faster? Mhm~ just keep your eyes on me, no no no don’t- Ah~ look away…, look at me with those pretty eyes, please..~”

Kunikida

Switch, preferred top

Now my lovely ideal man, Kunikida values his ideals in both workplace and personal love life. So, when he saw you, his ideal woman, he was head over heels. He made sure to take things slow with you, he patiently waited for the right moment to ask you to be his. It had to be perfect, the setting, the time, the weather, it must all be ideally perfect for you. Once the time was right he asked you to be his, and oh lord the blush and huge grin on his face when you accepted, he swears he saw stars. He was so happy to finally be with you, you’re so perfect, everything he’s ever wanted, he treasures you and cant help but want to shower you with nothing but affection~

Kunikida is a very traditional man, he wants to take the roll as the dominant man in the relationship and in the bedroom. He prioritizes your pleasure and enjoyment over his, so it’s no surprise that your under him moaning as he thrusts deeper into you. His eyes only focused on your face, your reactions and the sinful noises you let out as he touches that one spot that pushes you over the edge, his cheeks are flushed, his hair is tangled, he’s a complete utter mess but he doesn’t care, all he cares about is getting to hear more of those sweet moans from you. Now, he would never reject having you top once in a while but getting him to fully submit is surely a task. He does try to put up a fight, he tries his hardest to hold back moans, only letting out low grunts as you clench around him, he still wants to have some control but god the way you move, the way you dirty talk into his ear as you kiss his neck, its all so much he cant help but let out low whines as he curses under his breath, its not fair how perfect you are~

“Ah!~ you feel so good darling, those noises you’re making gosh i cant help but- Mmm!~ want to hear them more, Fuck!- im close, i am so lucky to be with you, Mm! F-fuck!- you truly are…my ideal woman~”

Sigma

Switch

My beloved casino man Sigma, he has been through a lot in his 3 years of existence. He had people left and right use him then throw him aside when he was no longer needed, his trust and faith in others had almost disappeared, but you….you were different. From the moment you two met he felt safe and secure around you, a foreign warm feeling in his heart grew the more you two grew closer. Once the two of you got together it was like his whole world had changed. Love filled his heart and he couldn’t help but wonder, what did he do to deserve such a sweet angel like you? Sigma is very greatful for you, he wants to show you how precious you are to him, even in your most intimate moments…~

Sex with Sigma is very intimate and love filled. He kisses all over your body as sweet words fall from his lips. He makes sure to watch your every reaction, taking note of every noise you make, how you squirm and melt at his touch, and especially that pretty flushed face of yours. When he tops he usually goes at a relatively soft and gentle pace, each thrust filled with nothing but love and desire as moans and praises fill the room, but there are days where he isn’t as gentle. He swears he is trying to be as gentle as possible but god you look so cute and precious under him and the pent up stress from the day is getting the best of him. Praise and love filled affirmations contradict his current harsh and needy pace, (poor baby). He loves it when you top him, he feels safe and trusts you enough to be this vulnerable with you. He can’t do anything but blush and whine at your movements, how you reassure and praise him through it all, how you kiss him all over and make him feel loved and wanted. You’re just so perfect, like an angel sent from above~

“Gosh~ You’re so beautiful…What did I do t- Ah~ deserve you? You’re so perfect, so caring and kind, Mm!~ ..the way you clench around me… does this mean I’m doing a good job? I want to please you, make you feel as g-Ah!~ good as you make me feel, my love, my darling, my angel~”

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Hello everyone! Agh! Im so sorry for not posting- finals have been beating my ass recently, im happy to say im done with them and i hope you enjoy this post…more on the way!

As always feel free to comment your own head cannons! Love ya!~

Tag list: @wintersoldier-barnes @aizawa-s-wife

#bsd tetchou #tetchou x reader #bsd jouno #jouno x reader #bsd ango #ango x reader #bsd odasaku #odasaku x reader #bsd kunikida #kunikida x reader #bsd sigma #sigma x reader #bsd #anime #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd smut

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penciled-palominos · 7 months

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Hello Horseblr!! It's your resident horse girl once again! Today I come with a gift!

MY OWN HORSE-TOBER PROMPT LIST!!! I've never seen one of these done before but I thought hey! Why not make my own!! Sorry, it's so close to october when I'm posting this for the first time, I meant to make this like a week ago but I forgor

I actually made 3 different versions, just for fun, all technically have the same words but they're split differently, we have all 31 days of October in the first list, then only the odd days, and only the even days, just for people who may choose to only do it bi-daily :))

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO TAG ME IN ANYTHING YOU MAKE WITH THIS LIST IF YOU SO CHOOSE TO USE IT!!

Feel free to also do any days you feel like and don't feel pressured to do all of em or even do to em on the day they're meant for! Just have fun!!

[Image ID: Above is pictured 3 peices of paper reading at the top in bigger lettering "Horse-Tober 2023" [a mix of the word horse and october] Below that is each day of October numbered out 1-31 followed by a prompt placed to the right of the number, they read as follows:

1. Desert

2. Food

3. Pinto

4. With other animals

5. Mythical

6. Fandom

7. Draft Horse

8. Party

9. Donkey

10. Pottery

11. Spirit

12. Ocean

13. Meadow

14. Games

15. Relaxation

16. Old West

17. Plushie

18. Skeleton

19. Painting

20. Foal

21. Flowers

22. Vintage

23. Buttons

24. Wild

25. Fear

26. Technology

27. Racing

28. Fairy

29. Costume

30. Pumpkin

31. Kelpie

The other two photos read off the exact same header of the page "Horse-Tober 2023" but each only has either the even or odd numbers of the 31 day list End ID ]

This is my first time attempting to add like an ID to a post, so I really hope I did it well?? If there's something to fix, please let me know

#Horse-Tober 2023 #< oh also use this tag maybe #thatd be pretty cool if you wanna #but i hope yall have fun if you choose to do any of these and please tag me i will be going feral if i see even a single drawing #id #horseblr

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death-paint · 4 months

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The Summoning (Spellbound pt.2)

Leon Kennedy x Fem! Witch! Reader

Word Count: 3427

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, thigh riding, clothed sex (kinda?? reader is in lingerie I'm not sure if that counts)

Summary: Leon gets busy during the holidays, having to leave for a mission just before Christmas. You do some holiday decorating while he's gone, and he gets to open his present a little early. ;) If it's a bit confusing, reader celebrates both Yule and Christmas.

I worked on this for about a week and finished it just last night, so I really hope it's still a decent piece of writing lol. I also don't write a bunch of smut so I hope that part is at least okay

Tysm @ghostkennedy for beta reading!! If you're into dark fics, Han's your gal. Go check out their writing!!

I suggest reading part 1 first! But it's not necessary <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ CONTENT

Edit: I made a playlist for this and part 1! Feel free to listen to it while you're reading!

dividers by @cafekitsune

A few months have passed since your first attempt to teach Leon the ways of your practice. Ever since then, he’s been asking you to make him protection spell jars whenever he has to leave for work, “just in case,” he says. It didn’t take a psychic to know that he was starting to believe it, even if it was just a tiny bit. Tarot card pullings are a part of both your daily routines now, and Leon was well on his way to learning their meanings.

Now, it was late December, and you were once again dancing around the house with incense, the scent of which still made Leon turn up his nose. But that didn’t matter right now. He was out “running errands,” no doubt gift shopping for your and Leon’s mutual friends. Or maybe he was out to pay a bill or two and get groceries, but either way, he was out of the house. Music blaring throughout your home once more, you spun and stomped and shimmied as you put up the Yule decorations. Small holly branches were in a vase on the dining table, a pentacle hidden in a wreath outside the front door, and a large fir tree in the corner of the living room. A few pine branches and pinecones sat atop the bookshelf and your altar in the living room, giving it a fresh scent. Candles were scattered about, almost no corner was without one. A gold one here, a red one over there, the odd green or white ones sprinkled around.

Leon was never much of a decorator, never saw the point of keeping material possessions, especially if he was basically on call for the government 24/7. It made it a little harder to tell what kinds of gifts Leon would appreciate. You only got him cologne and a new pair of gloves for his last birthday, figuring he’d appreciate a more useful present. He seemed happy with it, you caught a whiff of the cologne every time he kissed you; made your head spin. But once you came along and moved in with him, he found himself looking for little trinkets to bring back, most of which ended up displayed on your altar.

So, that’s why holiday decorations are usually up to you. Not that you minded, it was nice to have free reign over how the house looked, even if sometimes you were up at odd hours of the night nearly breaking your back to rearrange things. Literally. Leon had woken up once or twice to that, finding you on the kitchen counter or catching you from when you fell off of the bookshelf.

“You can do all that in the morning, baby,” he yawned, his groggy voice filled with concern as he rubbed his eyes. “And you can ask me to help, you know. Don’t need you breaking bones just to make the living room all pretty, doll.”

You spent hours getting everything to look perfect, saving the tree for when Leon got home. Gotta make it feel like he participated at least a little, right? Mistletoe hung just above the entrance to your home, a nice surprise for when your partner returned home. You sat in the kitchen, decorating a log at the dining table for a while before getting up and taking a break to make some cookies for you and your boyfriend to enjoy. Fun holiday cookies, with a bit of a witchy twist.

You washed your hands and gathered up the ingredients for the average person’s sugar cookies. But you were no average person. From the kitchen cupboard, you pulled a jar filled with dried lavender and a paper bag of rose petals. You stared at them a moment before deciding against the rose petals, putting them back. Do you make a syrup first, or just drop the lavender buds into the dough? Or do you simply wait and press the lavender in just before it goes into the oven? Thinking it over, you decided the best way to get what you wanted out of the cookies was to mix the flower buds into the dough, as it would better hide the texture while still being delightfully floral. So you do just that, sprinkling a little bit of lavender into the bowl and putting the jar back from where it came. You decide on fun little decorations, carefully arranging purple and green colored sugar into the shape of lavender on a few of the cookies before tossing them into the oven along with a few orange slices to dry out.

And then comes the sound of the door shutting.

“Looks like someone was busy today!” Leon calls from the doorway. You sprint over as fast as you can, quickly giving him a series of pecks all over his face. When he playfully raises an eyebrow at you in affectionate confusion, you point up at the ceiling above the door. He chuckles, amused as he sets a few bags on the floor. He then wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a much slower, more passionate kiss, swaying along to the music coming from your phone hooked up to a speaker in the living room.

“How’d the errand running go?” You ask, curiously trying to peek inside of the bags that lay by Leon’s feet.

“It went just fine,” he replied, moving to block the bags from your sight. “No peeking. We’ll wrap the gifts together in a bit.” He took the bags and put them in a nearby cabinet. He took off his jacket, put it on the coat rack, and kicked his shoes off before making his way to the kitchen to wash his hands.

“Hey, what’s up with the wood on the table?”

“Oh!” You walk into the kitchen after him. “I was in the middle of decorating a Yule log!”

“Looks festive.” He moved the log to sit on top of the cabinet he put the gift bags in. “You really take the whole holiday decorating thing seriously, don’t you?”

“What can I say? I like making the place look pretty!” You smile.

“Every room is a thousand times prettier the second you walk into it,” Leon kisses your forehead.

“Oh, shut up,” you scoff.

“What? It’s true!”

“You’re so fuckin’ cheesy.”

“Shut up, you love it.”

“Yeah, I do.” You sigh, hugging him.

The smell of lavender and citrus permeates the kitchen, and you release yourself from Leon to take the baking tray out of the oven. It lands on the top of the stove with a bit of a clatter, filling the room with its wonderful aroma a bit more strongly now.

“What’s that? Cookies?” Leon asks, sneaking up behind you, reaching out to grab a cookie and wiggling his fingers. You smack his hand away.

“You’re gonna burn yourself.” You warn him, shooting over a glare.

“If it’s something you made, it’s worth it.” Leon reaches around you, grabs a cookie, and immediately recoils, hissing in pain as he shakes his hand, dropping the cookie back onto the tray.

“Told you.” You smirk.

“That you did.” He walks to the sink to run his hand under cold water for a moment. Once he feels the pain has dulled enough, he makes his way back to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you on the forehead. “Well…since you’ve done a lot today, how about we order takeout? As a treat.”

“Okay. How’s pizza sound? Or…actually, maybe I want Chinese food…” You go back and forth between the two, thinking of the different reasons for each. Leon chuckles at your indecisiveness.

“We can do both. You’ve earned it, doll.” Even after you’ve lost count of how many times he’s used the pet name, it still makes your face turn beet red.

“You spoil me.”

“That’s my job.”

And so the two of you sat in the newly redecorated living room, sifting through all the different ornaments to decorate the tree as you waited for your food to arrive. Leon of course was in charge of the star, him being the taller one in the house. Dried citrus slices, cinnamon, and other natural decorations hung from the branches, along with several sparkling garlands, glass pixies, and snowflakes. By the time you got to wrapping the colorful lights around the fake evergreen, the doorbell rang, signaling it was about time for a break.

Neither of you bothered to grab plates, agreeing that neither of you wanted to do dishes tonight. Instead, you opted to just use the plastic forks that came with the bag of takeout containers, and ate the pizza straight from the box as you stared up at the television screen, watching whatever Christmas movie happened to be on. At some point, you hopped back off the couch, finishing up the tree and glancing up at the TV every so often.

Now it was Christmas Eve, and some grinch of a bioterrorist had Leon off to work again. Can’t they take the day off too? Take a break from trying to destroy the world and all that when you’re trying to spend time with your boyfriend? Fucking rude. But the fact of the matter was that they don’t give a fuck, and you had to sit at home, waiting, unsure of his safety, as he couldn’t text you while he was out. In your boredom, you had the idea to come up with yet another surprise for him. You grin devilishly, deciding to go shopping for Leon’s present.

After breakfast, you headed out for the nearest department store, browsing the aisles for hours before settling on a cute floral set that was a bit heavier on the greens. You tossed an elf hat into the basket as well as a few other things you thought Leon might like. A few bows tossed in at the last second, and you were on your way back home. As soon as you got inside, you wrapped all your gifts (aside from the lingerie) and placed them underneath the tree. The rest of your day was rather uneventful. You took a nap around two o’clock in the afternoon, had leftovers for dinner, nothing special.

And then came the text.

Of course, you hadn’t been expecting one, especially not from your boyfriend. Not so soon. Guess it either wasn’t that big of a threat, or he had help. Or maybe he was just that good. Or all of the above. Whatever the cause of his early return was didn’t really matter, it just meant you’d be able to see the look on his face sooner than you’d anticipated. Giggling and giddy with excitement, you slipped on the lingerie set, hat, and some festive stockings you had hidden in a drawer somewhere. You stuck one of the ribbons on your chest above your heart, turned on the lights of the tree, and assumed your place underneath it, waiting patiently for Leon’s return.

Quite some time after you first sat, you were halfway to falling asleep when you heard the lock click open, signaling your partner's return. At first, Leon didn't seem to notice, assuming that the lack of light (aside from the tree) meant you were in bed. It was your hair getting caught on a branch that made him look over.

“Oh? Look what we have here…” Leon knelt down to your level after taking off his jacket and shoes, reaching out to touch your face. “A naughty little elf, wrapped up nice and pretty for me.” He moved his hand to rest underneath your chin, his thumb just underneath your bottom lip as he gently tilted your face up to look at him. You felt yourself slip into that hazy headspace the second the words left his mouth, your teeth gently tugging at your lip as your eyes met his. He chuckled upon seeing your expression, untangled your hair from the tree, and threw you over his shoulder to carry you to bed, your hat lying forgotten somewhere on the living room floor. Once he reached your shared bedroom, Leon gently dropped you on top of the mattress, watching as you looked up at him, glassy-eyed and cheeks flushed.

“Aw…pretty baby. Been waiting for me all night, haven’t you?” You nodded, a small whine leaving your lips. “Come on doll, use your words.”

“Yes, Daddy…missed you so much,” you pout, pretty doe eyes meeting his baby blues.

“That’s my girl.” Leon sits on the bed, one knee between your thighs, and one hand under your chin as he leans down to kiss you, the other supporting his weight. Slowly, the hand on your face moves to snake around your back, gently coaxing you to sit up on his leg. You clung to him, breasts pressing into his chest as your lips moved over one another’s hungrily. Leon’s hand wandered lower, giving your ass a squeeze. He quietly laughed as you jumped at the sudden sensation.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful. I don’t even wanna take this off…” Leon slid his thumb underneath the strap of your lacy bralette, letting it slip off and hit your skin with a snap.

“Then don’t,” you breathed. Leon thought it over for a beat, a smile overtaking his features.

“My pretty little angel…you’ve always been such a smart girl.” Shivers run down your spine as Leon pulls you in for another heated kiss.

As you tangled your fingers in his hair, he slid one of his own hands underneath the fabric of your bralette, kneading your soft flesh. Slick pooled in your new lacy panties, and you slowly started to drag your clothed cunt back and forth against the rough texture of Leon’s jeans.

“Aw…gonna make a mess all over my pants, baby?” He coos, both of his hands on your hips now.

“Mhm!” You nod, continuing to roll your hips, your voice high-pitched and whiny.

“Such a needy little girl.” Leon teased. “Go ahead, baby. Show Daddy how bad you need him.”

You found it hard to keep your head on straight as your hips started to move faster, Leon’s hands helping you get enough pressure on your bundle of nerves. Your arms hung around his neck, a dazed look on your face as you tried desperately to get yourself off. Leon always thought you looked adorable like this–made him that much more eager to bury his cock inside your soaking wet pussy. Seeing your expression, he felt his cock twitch in his pants. You looked so pretty, so desperate. He almost didn’t want to wait anymore–had to remind himself to be patient. Needed to be sure you’d be ready for him.

Your face did little to hide the pleasure you felt, the delicious friction of your clit moving back and forth on the denim nearly too much to bear. You clung to Leon a little tighter, the fire in your lower body dangerously close to spilling over.

“Le- fuck…Leon!” you cried out, voice quivering.

“Go ahead, doll. Be a good girl and cum on my lap, baby.” One of Leon’s hands comes back to your face to wipe away a tear that slipped its way down your cheek, moving to guide your face to kiss him once more. Your hips rolled harder and faster a few more times as you whimpered and moaned into his mouth, your orgasm burning through your body and leaving you shaking as Leon guided your hips to ride it out.

“My sweet angel…you did so well, sweetheart.” He caressed your body after it was over, hands lingering near your ass and soft breasts. “Guess I should give my pretty baby what she’s been waiting for, yeah?” You nodded in response, prompting an expecting look from Leon.

“Yes, please, Daddy! Been waiting so long!” Your face falls into that adorable pout again. God, it made Leon want to fuck you endlessly, so hard you wouldn’t recover for weeks. He pushed you to lie on your back, standing up to undress. Leon did his best to make a show of it, but undressed rather quickly, eager to feel your hot, wet pussy around his cock.

Your breathing picked up again as you watched him, eyes trailing over his hands as they unbuckled his belt with a few satisfying clinks. The sound had you rubbing your thighs together with anticipation. Fuck, you needed him so, so bad.

Leon, sensing your impatience, hurried to kick off the rest of his clothing, rushing back to the bed to kiss you, his body hanging over your own. The heat of his body against yours felt so nice as he reached down between the two of you to feel how wet you were. You were absolutely drenched, and he'd hardly even touched you! He smirked as his fingers delved into your slick, embarrassing wet sounds filling the bedroom.

“Leon…please…” you whined, holding back from fucking yourself on his fingers. “No more teasing…”

“So my little doll can ask for what she wants!” He pulled his hand away from your core, wrapping it around the base of his thick, hard cock. His other hand pushed your panties to the side, and he stared for a moment at your glistening folds before guiding the head of his dick to sit at your entrance. “God, it gets even more beautiful every time I look at it, baby. Love seeing how wet I can make you.” He murmured, burying his length inside of you. The two of you sat in silence for a few seconds, giving you time to adjust to the feeling of him stretching out your tight hole. You rolled your hips up into his, signaling you were ready for him to move.

He set as steady a pace as he could, finding it hard not to just pound into you as soon as he slipped in. He'd missed you while he was out. Wanted–no, needed to feel your skin on his for days. The way you pushed yourself back to him wasn't exactly helping, either. Gradually, he picked up the pace, the head of his length hitting your sweet spot and making your pussy squeeze around him, sucking his cock in deeper.

“Shit…keep squeezing me like that and I won't be able to last much longer, angel.”

“Can't help it, Daddy…feels so good…”

Leon leaned in closer, pushing your legs to your chest in a mating press, his thrusts pushing his cock so deep you damn near felt him in your throat, leaving you breathlessly moaning as he rolled his hips. Your eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out pathetically as Leon’s thumb circled your clit, making you see stars.

“Fuck- daddy! Daddy please!” Your cunt pulsing around his cock was driving him insane, he was so close to the edge, just needed to bring you there with him.

“I know, baby girl, I know,” he purred. “Need you to wait for me, okay? Gotta be a good girl and wait until I say.” You only whimpered and nodded, unsure if you could speak any further.

Leon's thumb kept stroking your throbbing clit, your pussy clenching around his shaft was fucking heaven. His thrusts stuttered, cock twitching inside your walls.

“Cum for me, angel,” he pounded into you harder and faster now, his cock hitting your g-spot nearly perfectly every time it plunged back into your cunt.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” was all you could say as your body twitched and writhed, the wet slapping of your bodies together sending you over the edge.

“Fuck, that's it. Yeah, that's my good girl,” Leon grunted, groaning loudly as your pussy milked his cock, making him spurt his hot, thick load deep inside. “So good for me. Love you so much, baby.” He kissed your forehead as he slipped his cock out from your hole, using his fingers to stuff his cum back inside. He steps out of the room for a minute, hurrying back with a couple of water bottles. He helps you sit up, handing you a bottle.

“Thank you, Leon.” You open the water bottle and take a sip.

“Anything for my pretty girl.” Leon smiles, climbing into bed beside you. “You okay?”

“Mhm. Just…” your sentence is interrupted by a big yawn. “Sleepy.”

“I think some cuddles are in order then, yeah?”

“That sounds perfect.” You yawn again, snuggling up to him, and laying your head on his chest. “I love you, Leon.”

“Love you too, baby.” he wraps his arms around you as you both happily drift off to sleep.

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 2 months

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02/19/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew; Rhys Darby; Con O'Neil; Kristian Nairn; Samba Schutte; Wee John Wondays; LubeAsACrew; Stats/Trends; Fan Spotlight; Engagement Prompts; LoveNotes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

Hey All, today's been an off day for me, so please let me know if I've missed something. Hope you all had fun!

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

== Rhys Darby ==

Well, our goofball of a captain is back with more Red Dead Redemption II, check out Part 2 below:

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Rhys also did comedy at Bourbon Room Hollywood last week, and = tmiddendorfphoto on IG captured quite a lot of photos of his set. Feel free to visit them:

== Con O ' Neill ==

Whoops! I had this prepped for yesterday then completely forgot, sorry Con! Con was out seeing BettyRules in NYC!

== Wee John Wonday ==

Kristian had Samba on WJW Today! Lots of cool stuff they chatted above! If you're unable to watch right now, there's a small breakdown of various high points below:

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Highlights/Things We Learned:

Samba baby's name is Ocean

Samba was kind enough to stand in for WJW when someone else had to drop off for work.

Samba loves giving Kristian middle names: Kristian Victoria Nairn / Kristian Alexander Nairn / Kristian Valaria Nairn, Kristian Venereal Disease Nairn / Kristian Damien Nairn / Kristian Nicholas Nairn / Kristian Tabitha Nairn

There were live doves that would shit on you on set, and they shat on Samson

Kristian was a professional Chef

Samba wants to do Cryptic Factor w/Rhys

Samba is big into ufo's and cryptids

Kristian is also into paranormal stuff

Kristian - In New Zealand saw weird things on the lawn of his rental place (weird creatures focused on the balcony of his room)

David Fane - ate all the cheese in Calypso's Birthday

They really appreciate all the fans trying to save OFMD and would LOVE to get a season 3, even if only for 2 hours.

Samba would like ot do a bts/blooper combo but has to get permission first

For the wrap party, the cast members got each other gifts:

Samson got everyone crocs

EDIT: David Fane gave them Samoan necklaces (ty @denizbevan)!

Kristian said his "Gifts got stolen"

Samba gave them pictures / BTS videos

Q: Who was most elusive in regards to BTS?

Joel - also Ewan

Q: Favorite Soup?

Sambas favorite Soup - Chicken Noodle (chicken soup)

Kristian's favorite Soup - Cream of Tomato

Q: Did anything change with Roach in S2?

Yes, he became softer / trusting

Q: Lots of great energy and hanging out between crew members and family, (not something often seen) what do you think led to that?

Casting director Alison Jones - awesome at casting

Energy on set was positive and acceptance from the get go that helped

Sailing training, stunt training, sword fighting together helped bonding

Everyone on the cast was odd, and people moved out together so lots of small found family situations

Long hours together

Note: Stede's story time everyone is actually asleep, cause they've been up for like 18 hrs

Q: What's your favourite dessert, that you could live off forever?

Roach - Chocolate Mousse, really fluffy and airy

Kristian - Black Forest Cake

Q: What was best part of working in New Zealand?

8 hr days instead of 18 hrs days

Nature was gorgeous

Maori Elders did a land blessing

Q: Roach played a lot of roles, what do you think was his main role?

Cook, Doctor, therapist in that order.

Q: Would Aamba release a cookbook?

If enough interest, Yes - OFMD Cast Favorite Cookbook

And Mac and cheese recipe

Cakes and desserts

Q: What's it like being a new dad?

Amazing , no time to catch breath, feeling a lot of protectiveness and excitement and energy to step up and take care of the kiddo So fulfilling, Sambas a great dad.

Original Script / Deleted Scene Stuff:

In original script: Roach was going to end up with the crew of revenge, but then changed the script cause Samba would look like a kid who stole his dads jacket, so Frenchie was cap

Originally Zheng called the crew "beta" instead of "tender" but they changed it.

Innkeeper deleted scenes:

Everyone's eating soup on deck, roach was supposed to be serving people soup, and Fang says "Ah, Leroy, I'm so glad you're alive?" and Lucius goes "I'm sorry do you think my name is Leroy?"

Oluwande was crying, Jim asks if he was, he says no he gets that thing when he's around grass, and Jim says "A yeah lots of grass around here"

Other deleted scene:

Kristian saying "its sizest" doing big guy stuff

And roach says he's stuck doing tall skinnhy guy stuff

Pete asks if he's stuck doing bald guy stuff

More Deleted scenes:

Ewan zip lines over first and yells: "I was born to fly"

Roach zip line screams quietly cause they tell him to be quiet, and then he lands and says, "why its so sticky I wanna go back", and he tries to get back on the rope but Frenchie flys in and knocks him over.

Another Delete scene:

Wee John was going to dress up as cupid, would have encouraged Stede and Ed, who would have danced to "At Last" and then when and boned.

== Samba BTS ==

In honor of Wee John Wonday's, Samba added some more BTS starring Kristian, and shared the video he talked about in WJW regarding Kristian's birthday.

== Lube As A Crew ==

Astroglide sent @Seven_Sugars a carepackage for a lovely review!

== Stats Stats Stats / Trends ==

Thank you @meowzawowza_ as usual for the awesome insight!

Trends! Thank you @merryfinches and @debphotog for catching these!

== Fan Spotlight ==

For those of you not on twitter, you may not have seen @wndrngnomad's collage's she's been doing each day for the cast members! They go back quite a while so I'll add them all to the repo, but they kind enough to give me permission to share them with the everyone outside of twitter!

== Engagement Prompts ==

Over on Instagram @saveofmdcrewmates have some engagement prompts for tomorrow: #CrossoverCruesday. Time to switch it up! What is your fantasy crossover beween another show and OFMD? Crossover AU anyone?

== Articles ==

Special thanks to @heide79728 on Twitter for sharing all these international headlines!

HBO MAX "praised the loyal audience that engaged with the series and contributed to building an interactive community around it." - Article in Arabic

"14 Recommended Series-fans are already deeply engaged in a massive campaign to encourage another network to buy the rights and produce another season to give the story the ending it deserves" - Article in Hebrew

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies.

Have you had any water lately? Did you get to go outside and take a walk? Please remember that you need breaks sometimes, even if they're only a few minutes here or there.

You deserve rest-- and when things get rough, your brain needs a couple minutes to reset. Remember to take care of yourself and practice some self-care.

Self care means fun too!

Do something you enjoy that makes you smile. I'm not a fan of sticker/sticky things-- but I know a lot of people who love googly-eyes so I figured this was appropriate.

Anyway, gnight/gday crew, have a lovely one.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

I think I've done this Darby one on these recaps before, but I needed to have a theme tonight, and the them is well, I think you know. Yes that is Taika in the stash, from "Boy".

#Instagram #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #our flag means death #adopt our crew #save ofmd #ofmd #taika waititi #samba schutte #con o'neill #david fane #joel fry #ewen bremner #rhys darby #ofmd bts

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drenix004 · 6 months

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𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝

𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚣𝚊 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

Part 2 here

Note: I plan to do headcanons of Valeria as chapters of Valeria's fanfic are published! besides, I also want to do the same with 141, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Valeria,Horangi and koning in different situations and contexts, especially if they are shapeshifters or hybrids feel free to ask for a headcanon, one shot or drable, I'll be happy to do it! And they'll be all soft, comforting and light angsty themes! Life is already too cruel and hard to make them suffer here too :)

Sadly there will be no smut or nsfw, I'm really bad at writing that kind of content, sorry. But, there will be slight superficial mentions of that as a reward.

Pairing: Valeria Garza x fem!Reader

Summary: You work at the bar of a night bar in Las Almas, you knew the menu backwards and forwards so you had a certain fame. One day you draw the attention of a certain narco when you kicked an idiot out of the establishment just as the armored van was passing by, not only did you draw attention because of the commotion, but also because not a sound came out of your mouth, not a whimper, curse or insult, nothing. Just a death stare at the man.

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Valeria was looking boredly through the tinted window of her armored van as she was returning to one of the many safe houses she had after closing a successful deal.

A commotion catches her attention so she slaps the driver's seat to stop. Entre closes his eyes when he sees you kicking a drunk man out of the bar, he finds it odd that you don't utter a word even if it's to curse him, you just give him a death glare before re-entering the bar named "stellar".

You have caught the attention of the biggest drug dealer in Mexico.

She comes back the next night at the same time she saw you, sits at the bar and orders the most expensive tequila there is from another woman who worked with you. He sits for several hours just watching you work as a bartender before leaving, this becomes a daily routine every Sunday from then on.

You feel her penetrating gaze every Sunday, you know she watches you carefully, analyzing you, but you say nothing, you don't even look at her. The heavily armed men make it clear that she is someone with power and you didn't want to get involved with someone like that.

Luck is not on your side.

After three months of attending the bar, Valeria demands that you be the one to attend to her specifically, she has looked at you enough and has inquired about you. She knows you don't speak of your own free will and that's what's most interesting.

You feel uncomfortable to see the guards looking at you, but you still attend her without saying or making any gesture. She asks you for the Paloma cocktail and you prepare it under her watchful eye before handing it to her.

"Do the guards make you uncomfortable, bonita?" nothing escapes Valeria, she noticed your discomfort from the first instant, so she sent her bodyguards to guard the exit with the others. She tasted the cocktail you prepared for her and smiled "not bad".

From there it all started.

Every time she came, you were hers alone. You didn't attend to anyone else when she came through that door, all your attention was directed to Valeria and so you did.

She was a mysterious woman when she spoke, she was careful what she said. Sometimes she would complain to you about the idiots she herself had brought into her ranks.

Valeria looked forward every Sunday to talking to you, even if you didn't answer, your silence or answers with nods or shrugs were enough, it was a comforting thing to relax with someone she knew didn't want to kill her. Something in her stomach churned every time she saw you and talked to you.

Your interactions were weird, but she liked that, too much to admit it out loud.

You always smiled at her without showing your teeth every time she complained or talked about something that got on her nerves. You had gotten used to each other's presence in a matter of months.

Sometimes she would ask you questions, especially about your curly hair, she was curious how you managed to keep it so beautiful considering the infernal heat in Las Almas. You just shrugged your shoulders

One day you smiled openly at her without realizing it, because of something she had said about an idiot, leaving her stunned.

Valeria knew right then and there that she had fallen when she saw your smile and expression, cupid's bastard had done his thing.

Valeria Garza, El Sin Nombre, had fallen deeply in love with the curly-haired woman who made him several cocktails in one night.

As she came to terms with her feelings, a growing anxiety began to take hold of her when she didn't have you in her sights. The days of waiting for Sunday to arrive became exasperating, her temper tripled and patience waned.

She would only calm down and relax when Sunday came, just to see you.

When Sunday came and he walked into the bar he couldn't find you, so he asked for you.

Turns out you hadn't been to work all week, you weren't even answering messages.

The bloody and merciless beast inside Valeria emerged from the darkest part of her being.

She would burn Las Almas to the ground if she didn't know your whereabouts in the next 72 hours.

You had that time to show up, otherwise, the beast disguised as a narco would seek you out leaving dead in its wake.

First Headcanon I've written, I hope it's decent. :)

This has two other parts, if this one goes well I'll post the other two. reblogs and likes are much appreciated.

#valeria x f! reader #valeria garza x fem!reader #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza x you #valeria cod #valeria mw2 #valeria garza #el sin nombre #valeria headcanons

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roosterforme · 1 year

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Two to Tango Part 3 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley wants to put some distance between you and his growing feelings, unless there's a chance you feel the same way.

Warnings: Adult banter, swearing, smut, angst, fluff

Length: 3000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Part 2

Bradley lay in bed for a long time, unable to relax. He thought sleeping with you would be good for his confidence. He had been devastatingly wrong. Now he knew what the problem was; he liked you, but you had made it abundantly clear that you did not return those feelings.

It's just sex. Damn it. He barely knew anything about you, but he was still interested. Now a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance was taking up residence in his stomach. That was not just sex to him. That had been a continuation of the little cat and mouse flirtation that the two of you had been playing at. It was him showing you how much he liked you and wanted to make you feel good.

He had imagined sleeping over with you, or at least snuggling for a while if you didn't want to risk anyone seeing him in the morning. And while you hadn't exactly booted him out, you never asked him to stay. You only wanted to make plans for another booty call.

He should have just knocked on Killer's door and gotten his ass kicked. It would hurt less than this.

When he finally managed to fall asleep, it felt like his alarm was immediately jolting him awake again.

Wednesday morning. Only three days left before he could head back to San Diego on Saturday morning. He would just focus on his daily tasks like he was supposed to instead of chasing after a younger woman who didn't actually give a shit about him as long as she got laid well.

Nat had been telling him to stop selling himself short, but this just seemed to reiterate that he probably wasn't made for much more than this.

He got to breakfast so early, that he thankfully didn't have to sit or talk with anyone else. And then he took a walk outside until just before the lecture started, only breezing into the room as the teacher was walking to the podium. Bradley dropped into the seat next to you without glancing in your direction. If you thought this was odd, you didn't show any outward signs of it for the entire three hours you sat next to him.

On the way to the tarmac for the competition portion of the day, you strolled up alongside Bradley, your helmet gripped in your hands.

"You going to stop by again tonight, sweetheart?" you asked him, voice steady as you stared straight ahead.

Bradley let himself feel like shit for a beat, but then he shook his head. "Nah," he told you without looking at you. "I'm not interested in doing the walk of shame again, Tango. But thanks anyway." As much as he wanted to see your reaction, he kept his eyes facing forward and kept his gait casual as he neared his aircraft. It felt good to stand up for himself like this.

"I guess can always see if Coyote is free. He's never called me incompetent before, and he's hot too."

Bradley came to an immediate stop and rounded on you, but your face was calm, placid.

"Seriously?" he growled. His nostrils were flaring and his body was tense, and he couldn't even figure out why this mattered so much.

You just raised and eyebrow and shrugged in response.

"Tango, are you trying to make me jealous, or do you just really not give a fuck about me at all?"

Bradley watched your lips part soundlessly as you shrunk away from him a little bit. The look on your face was something akin to silent panic, but Bradley wasn't going to tolerate getting no verbal answer from you.

"If you want Coyote, then by all means, feel free. But if you just think it's funny to fuck with my feelings, then don't talk to me."

When you still didn't answer, he muttered, "Unbelievable," and started up his ladder.

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Bradley ended up flying like his tail was on fire. He was so irritated, he posted the best time of the day by several seconds, which should have been unheard of.

"Damn, Bradshaw," Jake drawled, "that was impressive. Didn't know you had it in you."

When Bradley just grunted in return on the way to the locker rooms, Phoenix said, "He must be in a bad mood. Always flies like that when he's pissed off."

Phoenix rubbed Bradley's shoulder as he actively avoided looking at you. He was leading you in points now, but he didn't really care too much. He just shoved through the locker room door, already unzipping his flight suit and undressing before he was at the showers.

He needed to calm down. He couldn't let you determine his behavior for him. But as the hot water washed over him, his mind drifted to last night, before you had ruined his mood.

You were too close to what he was looking for. Smart, beautiful, confident and interested in him. Or so he had thought.

He took some deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, and he finished getting dressed.

As he made his way to the cafeteria for dinner, he saw you walking ahead of him. Laughing. With Coyote. He was half tempted to sneak off and order a pizza again, but you had already spotted him. So he strolled into the cafeteria, collected an enormous amount of food for himself, and sat down across from Phoenix and Hangman.

When Coyote greeted them and sat down next to Bradley, he just grunted in response.

"Thought you'd be in a good mood. You smoked the rest of us," Javy said as he started eating. "And you have the most points. And Tango is super into you."

Bradley just continued to forcefully mix up his mashed potatoes and gravy before he paused and raised his eyes to look at Javy. "Is she?"

"That's what she told me," Javy said with a soft laugh. "She told me she likes your ridiculous mustache."

"Huh," Bradley grunted, getting a forkful of potato halfway to his mouth before his hand drifted to a halt. Now he was even more confused. "She really said that?"

Javy nodded and ducked his head. "Yeah. She also told me to tell you that you could have stayed in her room longer if you wanted to last night."

Bradley watched Jake and Nat both choke on their food before turning around in his seat to look at you. His eyes immediately met yours across the room, and you simply raised one hand and wiggled your fingers in his direction. Of course then Killer turned around in his seat to glare at Bradley, which made you start laughing. It was a pretty sound that Bradley could hear across the cafeteria.

"Shit," Bradley muttered. Okay, so maybe he hadn't been fair to you earlier. Maybe you just needed time to warm up to him. And perhaps he shouldn't have jumped in bed with you at the first opportunity.

But as he made his way back to his tiny room, removing his tee shirt when he got there, he decided he wasn't going to your room tonight. If you had used Javy to pass along your message to make Bradley feel more confident, that was one thing. But he wasn't so pathetic as to show up at your room like a lost puppy. No, he wanted you to tell him yourself that you were interested in his ridiculous mustache.

So he kicked off his shoes and dropped down onto his bed, just as there was a knock at the door. He stood up and unlocked the door in just his jeans, and there you were.

"Nice flying today, old man."

He searched your face for answers but came up short. "Thanks. I take it Coyote wasn't free tonight?" he asked cautiously.

"You and I both know I was never going to ask him."

Bradley's heart started pounding. "So will you be the one doing the walk of shame tonight?"

"If you kick me out, then yes." You stepped into his personal space and let your palms rest softly on his abs. Bradley slowly backed up into his room and you followed as the door closed.

"I heard you like my mustache."

You smiled up at him. "I really do, sweetheart. And I must be crazy. You've called me incompetent and inept, and you yelled at me on the tarmac today. But I'm still here."

Bradley nodded his head in apology. "And it's not just sex?"

You shook your head slowly. "Listen, I don't usually do the getting attached thing. It never ends well. But I shouldn't have told you that it was just sex, because it clearly was not."

Bradley's lips crashed against yours and you were scrambling into his arms.

"Listen," he murmured against your lips between kisses. You moved your mouth to his neck and he said, "I'm kind of at the point where I'd like to get attached enough that you'll at least talk to me."

"Mmm, okay," you told him as you kissed your way down to his collarbone where you licked and sucked on him.

"So how about if I can make you cum so good again, you stay and tell me how old you are, and where you're from, and why you joined the air force, and why you're in my room right now?"

When your lips released his skin and you looked up at him with wide eyes, you said, "Okay, old man. And you can tell me how fucking old you are, too."

Bradley scooped you up and sat on the edge of his bed, pulling you down on top of him when he leaned back against the pillows. "I'm thirty-six," he told you, and you straddled his waist, pressing your chest to his.

You let your hand drift down between his body and your baggy shirt, gently stroking him and turning him on. You kissed his ear and whispered, "You're ten years older than me. I cannot believe I am this attracted to an old man who is rude to me. I really think it's the mustache."

Bradley groaned as you nibbled on his earlobe, still working your hand down until you were squeezing him through his jeans. "You wanna feel my mustache on your pussy again?"

The moan that escaped your lips directly next to his ear was enough to make him dizzy. He yanked your shirt off and quickly removed your bra as well. As he stroked his fingers along your breasts, he whispered, "Come on, Tango. Sit on my face."

Your hesitant smile melted into a lip biting grin, and you were instantly squirming out of your shorts and tiny underwear and shimmying up his body. "Make me cum," you commanded, and Bradley hoisted you into position with his hands gripping your thighs and your wet core riding his mouth.

You kept eye contact with him while he ate you out, your fingers alternating between roughly gripping his hair by the roots and softly caressing his forehead.

"Oh, feels so good," you whined as he sucked on you, and soon you were riding his face. You were moving against him in a steady rhythm, the buildup to your orgasm making you whine louder.

Bradley could feel your thighs shaking as you started to squeeze them against his face. He pulled your clit between his lips and used his tongue to make you scream, and you rode his face until you were almost in hysterics.

When you collapsed against him, wrung out and boneless, Bradley gently eased you down next to him.

"Holy shit," you gasped, curling up against his side. "You look so pretty with your face all wet, old man." Bradley thought he was going to cum in his jeans when you started licking and kissing all of the wetness from your pussy off of his face and mustache.

"You liked that?" he asked once you were softly kissing his lips.

"Mmm, yes," you told him, reaching for his dick again, but he stopped you by lacing his fingers with yours.

"Guess you better answer my questions then," he told you in his sternest voice that had you biting your lip again.

"You don't want to fuck me first?"

Bradley groaned and kissed along your breasts, pulling you all the way on top of him so you were laying on his chest again. "I think you need a few more minutes to recover. You're twenty six?"

"Yeah, almost twenty seven," you whispered, laying on his pec and playing with his little bit of chest hair. "My birthday is next week."

"Where are you from?"

"California. Born and raised. I live on Edwards Air Force Base."

Now Bradley finally felt like he was getting somewhere, you were still melting against him as he rubbed your back. And Edwards was not too far from San Diego.

"You're a hell of a pilot, baby. Why did you join the Air Force? You could have been in the Navy."

You rubbed your cheek against him as you told him all about how your dad and brothers had all been in the Air Force as well, but you were the only one who could hack it as a pilot. "I also knew it was the only way I could pay for college, you know? I'm smart too, old man. I was pre med."

Bradley ran his fingers along the back of your neck, and you shivered against him. "Why are you in my room?"

You sighed softly as he teased your skin. "I like boys who are as sassy as I am. And you're fucking hot, you know, for someone who is so old."

Bradley took you by the chin and tipped your pretty face up so you were looking at him. "I'm not a boy. I'm a man."

You gasped and licked your lips, your bright eyes roaming over his face.

"Yeah....I noticed."

After Bradley kissed you and stroked your skin until you were begging for him, he fucked you slow and steady, your body spread out beneath him on his bed.

He worked you over until he felt better, until your rejection from last night was a distant memory. He fucked you until you were whispering his name on the heels of your orgasm.

You let him cum inside you, which was more intimate than perhaps even the sex had been. Bradley kept himself in you, enjoying the feel of your body as he kissed your lips softly. Your eyelids were slowly drifting open and then closed again between kisses, but you were smiling every time his lips met yours.

"You sleeping in here with me tonight, Tango?" he asked, placing a soft kiss to the side of your chin.

You moaned softly, running your fingers through his hair. "I'm too tired to leave, unless you want me to."

"I want you to stay."

A few minutes later, before you started drifting to sleep, you asked Bradley why he had joined the Navy. And when he told you he was stationed at Top Gun, you told him, "Hey, old man, that's not far from Edwards."

"You thinking about keeping me around?"

There were a few beats of silence before Bradley heard you murmur, "I'm taking it into consideration."

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Bradley woke up at six with your body wrapped around his. You were snoring softly with your head resting on his chest, and you looked so cute, he really didn't want to wake you up. But sunlight had begun to trickle through the window blinds, and Bradley knew it would be another long day of lectures and flying.

"Tango. Time to get up."

You roused from sleep and arched your back in the most appealing way as you stretched, before curling up tighter against him. "Come on, old man. I'm still tired."

"Did I wear you out?" he asked softly.

You moaned and said, "Maybe a little bit. And now that I know what your voice sounds like first thing in the morning, I am devastated I didn't ask you to sleep over the other night."

Bradley just chuckled and ran his fingers along your cheek for a few minutes. He watched you turn your head to look up at him as you said, "Stop staring. It's rude."

"I can't help it when the scenery is so pretty."

Bradley watched you press your lips together and bury your face against him in embarrassment. When you tried to pull the blanket over your head, he pulled it further off of you.

"Really? You're embarrassed that I think you're pretty? You about bit my head off on Sunday, but this is what's going to get to you?"

"Shh," you whispered before easing your body higher against his tall frame and kissing his lips. "Stop." But you were smiling as you kissed him.

"I'm going go tell you all day long how fucking gorgeous you are. It's your kryptonite. It's how I'm going to win," he informed you with a smirk.

You covered his mouth with your palm in response and shook your head. "Don't you dare. Killer would never let me live it down."

Bradley laughed, and you removed your hand as you started to get out of bed. "I guess I'd better start my walk of shame," you said as you began to gather up your clothing.

Bradley sat on the edge of the bed, as naked as you were. He watched you get dressed, and he saw your eyes dipping down to his semi-hard cock a few times. "Any chance you'll let me be the one to do the walk of shame tomorrow morning?" he asked.

You leaned down and kissed him once after you put your clothes and shoes on. "Yes."

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Thankfully Tango has come to her senses! One more part to go!

PART 4

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svtrightherekids · 8 months

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harry potter au but make it seventeen!

best. ask. ever.

to build a home by @lemoncherrypop

deatheater!seungcheol x gryffindorprincess!reader

The war has finally come and your entire world falls into ruin. After a surprise attack from the Death Eaters, you barely escape with your life and find refuge in a faraway safe house. Everything would have been fine, all things considered, except for the fact that you had fallen right into the snake’s pit.

2. gryffindor captain by @http-mianhae

gryffindor captain!choi seungcheol x fem!reader

Being head-over-heels for the Gryffindor captain is harder than it seems, especially when everyone knows about your little crush on Seungcheol and he takes it lightly. Until when you’re partnered up and forced to be in each other’s lives on a daily basis, that’s when things take a bit of a turn,

3. deskmates to lover by @http-mianhae

deskmates ravenclaw!reader x slytherin!jeonghan

He was the worst of worse, how could anyone love him? Such a cold-hearted kid yet you were forced to sit next to him and as a Ravenclaw, it didn’t do you justice that all Jeonghan did was throw insults and act like a total jerk.

4. Take responsibility, choi! by @ch3ol

choi seungcheol × f!reader

you and your crush for 5 years, choi seungcheol, were newly appointed Quidditch captains. when the two of you met face to face at a match, your teammate was injured by the opponent. however, seungcheol chose to believe what his teammate said than you and caused you to rethink your feelings for him.

5. smell you later by @aclowntiny

Gryffindor Quidditch Captain!S.Coups x Slytherin Quidditch Captain!Reader

What are the odds one Potions class could shake things up between two house Quidditch captains?

Thats all i know for now, but if y'all know more please feel free to use the comment section!

#fic recommendation #seventeen fanfic #svt #scoups #jeonghan #choi seungcheol #seungcheol x reader #jeonghan x reader #hogwarts #seventeen x hogwarts

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bountydroid · 8 months

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Midnight Comforts

Captain John Price x Reader

Description: When your nightmares became too much to bear on your own, you found your way to your captain's room for help.

TW: Nightmares?

Notes: feedback is very much appreciated as I am a relatively new writer. Reader is dramatic af.

Pt 2 SMUT

After joining the 141, you became fast friends with the boys. Soap often talked to you about his family back home, Gaz told you all about his favorite books and hobbies, and Ghost… well, Ghost allowed your presence which was good enough. You loved your squad like they were your family. Soon, the base became your home. Early on, you decided to make it a habit to get up early every morning for coffee and training. The quiet allowed you to focus better on your workout. At least, that's how it started. You often found your captain in the mess hall with a cup of tea and mountains of paperwork. For a while, you exchanged pleasantries and went on your separate ways, but slowly your morning conversations turned into more. You looked forward to your time alone with your captain, learning all about his life, likes, and hobbies. You learned what he loves, what he hates, and what he dreams of. The intimacy level grew daily as your conversations grew deeper and deeper. Next thing you knew, you used up all your free time with the captain instead of working out, and he was falling behind on his paperwork. Neither of you minded, though.

One day you told him about your nightmares and how they caused you to get very little sleep at night. You confessed that when you were a kid, the only thing that would help you sleep would be to crawl into bed with your older sister. Having someone within reach soothed you.

"I don't sleep well either, love." His baritone voice echoed through the empty mess hall. "You are always welcome to knock on my door." His offer took you by surprise. You never imagined that he would invite you to join him at night. "What about curfew?" You stuttered out.

He smiled at your shocked face. "I won't tell if you won't." He left it at that and changed the conversation, leaving you to stew in your thoughts.

Was it appropriate? Most definitely not. Did you want to take him up on his offer? You weren't sure, to be honest. Crossing that boundary was scary. On top of that, you weren't sure if he was offering it as a friend or expressing interest in something more.

It was another week before you knocked at his door at 2 am. You chewed on your lower lip as you heard shuffling on the other side of the door.

"Y/n." Price slurred, his sleepiness evident on his face.

"I am sorry if I woke you, sir." You mumbled out an apology, refusing to look him in the eye.

He laughed. "You don't have to call me that, love, not when we are alone." He moved from the doorway, gesturing you to enter. You slowly entered before finally making eye contact with him. "I couldn't sleep, so I thought…" You trailed off.

He watched you closely as you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "I understand." His voice rumbled.

That night you fell asleep in his armchair in the corner of his room, sleeping soundly despite the odd position. After that, it became a common occurrence. You found yourself in his room at least a few times a week, looking for his comforting presence.

After a couple of weeks, Price decided it was time for a change. "You can't keep doing this, love. You are going to hurt yourself sleeping in that thing." He said as he watched you get comfy on his chair. "Take the bed."

Your eyes snapped up to meet his. "I couldn't possibly." You gasped. "I am offering love. Don't make me order you." He smiled cheekily. You couldn't help the blush that spread across your face as he smiled at you. Could you really sleep in his bed?

"Only this once." You countered as you slowly lowered yourself onto his mattress. His scent enveloped you, and you couldn't help but smile. Everything about him has become so comforting to you. He was safe and warm and… perfect. Your eyes snapped open at the thought. It was at that moment you realized you were falling for him. You watched as he made his way to the chair, unsure what to make of this revelation. Did he like you too? Or was he just a nice person? Would he offer his bed to any of his soldiers?

"Stop thinking, love, and go to bed." He mumbled before closing his eyes and pulling the blanket over his body.

You quickly turned away, embarrassed that he could read you so well. Despite your embarrassment, you fell asleep quickly that night, lulled to sleep by the smell of cigars and his cedarwood cologne.

You woke up that morning to the sound of groaning and cracking joints. You turned over in bed to find Price stretching on the floor, clearly uncomfortable from his night in the chair.

"Price." You said quietly. "Are you okay?"

"Sorry for waking you love." He smiled up at you. "I am just too old to be sleeping like that."

You hummed in response as you looked around the room before responding sadly. "Maybe I should come over less?"

He paused as his smile dropped, staring intensely into your eyes, trying to gauge if that was truly what you wanted.

The silence was deafening while you stared at each other. It was becoming harder and harder for you to hold eye contact.

"Only if that is what you want." His disapproval was evident in his voice.

He got up from the floor, grunting again as he cracked his back before quietly grabbing his things to head to the bathroom.

"I can stay if you want." You panicked, not wanting to leave the conversation as it was.

He paused with his hand on the doorknob as he took in the desperation in your voice. He looked back at you to see your pleading eyes and shaking body, clearly on edge from the conversation.

"We… we could share the bed." He whispered so quietly that you swore you were hearing things.

You stared at him like a deer in headlights. "What did you say?" You asked.

He took a deep breath before facing you, "I said we could share the bed, love."

You scanned his face, looking for any sign it was a joke. "Price -"

"John." He corrected you before you could continue. "Just think about it, love," he said before leaving the room.

You couldn't move. You couldn't breathe. Share the bed with him? Your heart swelled with hope. Surely this meant he liked you as well? You laid back down, staring at the ceiling in shock. You didn't realize how much time had passed till he re-entered the room.

"I am in love with you." You whispered. You weren't sure where the confidence was coming from, but you couldn't hold it in any longer, not after his suggestion.

You closed your eyes as tears ran down your face. You couldn't bear to face him. You knew he was going to reject you, and your relationship would be ruined.

"Love." You heard him say from the other side of the room, but you didn't respond.

You heard footsteps as he approached the bed. You squeezed your eyes impossibly tighter as the tears started to run down your cheeks even faster.

"Love." He repeated as he wiped your tears away. You couldn't help the sob that was pulled from your chest. "Oh love, look at me, please."

You shook your head no. You knew you were acting like a child, but you couldn't help it. You wanted to bust out of his room and run away, but you knew you couldn't make it out the door without him stopping you.

"Sweet girl. You don't want an old man like me." He said as he caressed your cheek.

You grasped wildly at his shirt, finally looking up at him. "I love you." You repeated desperately before crashing your lips into his.

He returned your kiss immediately, pressing his body into yours. "You are going to be the death of me, love." He mumbles into your lips before kissing you again. You honestly couldn't tell where you ended and he began anymore.

He pulled away as you whined from the lack of his lips on yours. You opened your eyes to see him smiling down at you before touching his forehead to yours. "I love you too, baby girl." He whispered.

#captain john price #john price x reader #modern warfare ii #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #modern warfare 2

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I’m a 34 year old, straight, paralegal for a criminal defense attorney. Although I have my life together, and have for the better part of the last decade, I haven’t always made the best decisions in life. Also, I come from a great family, my parents are still married, and I’ve always had a big heart, as well as an inclination to do the right thing. However, my choices and geographical circumstances have led me to make some very questionable decisions in life, as well as associate with some of the shadiest of characters (all behind me now).

As a kid I was verbally and physically abused my alcoholic father. It’s important to note that he has changed his ways, rarely drinks now, and has ditched his abusive ways. We have an amazing father-son relationship now. I grew up watching him beat my mother, my siblings, and of course, myself being on the receiving end of the brunt of the physical abuse. I credit playing his biggest punching bag due to being the oldest male. That all changed when I grew in stature and started rolling with gang members at 14. The abuse to my mom stopped as well. He learned I wouldn’t stand to see my mom beat anymore, and I always challenged him from that point on.

I always wanted to become a police officer and move up to detective. Since a child it was my dream! I always fantasized about living a high class life, like Batman. Balls, tuxedo dinners, waltzes, daily suits, the works. I wanted that lifestyle, I had to have it.

I joined the Air Force as a Military Police, or Security Forces. My traumas followed me and I got into lots of trouble since a kid. Those troubles exacerbated when I got my freedom and a paycheck, living independently in the military at 17. I was free from Him (my father). But the abuse only trickled down to the next sibling in line, and my mother. I felt the guilt of leaving them vulnerable. They didn’t have big brother to stand up to Him. I carried the guilt and drank to wash my sorrows away. At least I thought I did, but they learned how to swim.

I received a positive discharge from the Air Force, even after getting in a lot of trouble. Lots of underage drinking incidents and fights. I was a scrappy little Mexican. The positive discharge came from being an exemplary cop while on duty. I was a leader, naturally. I like to say, I was born to work with law. Others have told me the same.

I’m a year away from finishing my undergrad degree, then it’s straight into law school.

After looking at 14 years max for an ugly fight with my father in law and others, I fired 3 lawyers then represented myself at my own Preliminary Hearing. I had some charges dropped and highlighted many weaknesses in the states case. Then, right when I was sick of fighting against the odds and many lies against me, my now current boss came along and refused to let me take 2 years in prison without first taking a crack at my case. I’m so glad he pissed me off at the time by not letting me take that “deal”. I was home a few weeks after he worked my case. The first lawyer that worked my case. The other 3, well in the famous words of a retired judge, we won’t comment on them. A judge, DA, and others praised my litigation for myself. They even suggested I went to law school and become a lawyer. My 4th and final attorney throughout that horrendous nightmare, took a chance on me and is now my employer/attorney. We work very well together. Very professional as well. The two of us.

It is very important to also note, I in no way deflect blame for my actions. I wasn’t a saint the night of that incident. But I also wasn’t on an even playing field with all the fabricated accusations and lies against me. I was jumped by 3 people while I was unarmed. One had a high powered revolver aimed at my head, one had two knives, while the third beat my head to a wooden post. My biggest mistake was being hooked on steroids and displaying my rage. That is all behind me now and has shaped my future for the better.

Life has been great, but it’s also thrown many curveballs at me. I’ve never given up on life, and now I’m on a great trajectory to living the life I always wanted. The life I was destined to live. I will become an attorney.

A wise DA recently told me “it’s never too late to be whom you could’ve been” and she changed my life forever with those kind words of wisdom.

Follow me on a journey through a past of adventure, emotion, tragedy, and so much more. Also, I will take you into my current life and into my future.

#resilience

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A study in media fabrication: the Metro interview

I was on a late, self-prescribed ☕ break at the office and lo and behold, mindlessly scrolling @bat-cat-reader's page, what do I see? S's last 'interview' to Metro UK. Rarely have I seen such a poorly cobbled fabrication, so I thought I might share a couple of quick thoughts about it.

A word about the newspaper, first. This is not, as you might think, a part of the Swedish-owned and worldwide present Metro conglomerate of free commuter tabloids, that usually end up littering the carriage, by the end of the day. Nope, and I had no idea. Metro UK is owned by DMG Media (The Daily Fail people, in other words) since 1999 and uses a different logo, to avoid being sued on what is, in my opinion a blatant trademark infringement (remember, S was the culprit the EUIPO punished for way less than that!). More interestingly, though, the print and web editions have totally different content, which means that you'd look in vain for the James Bondesque pic while commuting from Wimbledon to London, for example. The relevance of this interview is nearing 0, in my humble opinion: if anything, it just served to check a box of the PR's current media plan and justify the retainers a couple of people cashed in, as a result.

Quotes and references like the one below abound:

Now, if you imagine S talked face to face to Ms. Josie Copson for the sake of this article, you couldn't be more wrong. In fact, I doubt he knows her name or (when questioned) even if he ever gave an interview to Metro.co.uk. In plain English, he didn't "tell" Josie anything: PR probably sent her some formulaic 'answers' by email and let her add some fill-in material, then revised and greenlit the whole for release.

How do I know it? Easy: no photos. No specifics (random example: 'seated at the counter of Soho's BAFTA Bar, in London, SRH' this and that). And the almost scrupulous rehashing of the talking points we have already seen (and it did break my heart to see so many upset people for literally nothing, in here). Give or take some last minute inserts, some of which are quite dubious, to he honest.

This one, for example:

How odd. A Zoom call apparently happened, of which - again- we have no evidence at all. It's not impossible, but it is improbable. What is interesting, though, is the 'related' discreet surfing suggestion at the end of the article, which sheds new light on that Gen Z. joke - which yes, now sorta makes sense:

Why? For more (monetized) clicks and traffic. Remember the tiny detail that Metro's business model is based on a free offer. So, they have to make it viable somehow: in print, it's the ads. Online, it's all about the ads and the clicks.

The only interesting thing I could take out of this would be a very peculiar choice of words:

Being spied on... By all means, please clarify and thank you. I can think of one or two people in this fandom, regularly and almost obsessively dueling for the position of best informed in town. Using very different methods, to be sure, but still qualifying for this spying position, in my book. Both of them completely lack perspective and offer very little context, but that is of no particular import, when it's all about feeding your captive audience with nonsense.

If these two people wanted to come clean, they'd only need to write two very simple phrases:

This is a gossip blog exclusively focused on SRH.

and

This is a social media monitoring blog exclusively focused on SRH.

Not gonna happen anytime soon. Cue in the mystique of 'sources' and repeatedly absurd 'lucky strikes'. It certainly makes things way sexier than they really are. Because when you know things, you don't brag about it. Easy as 1, 2, 3.

Oh, and mark me: it's always been about SRH. No wonder the boundaries feel 'blurred'.

#fandom #shitshow

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444princesa · 4 months

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things i have done this month to prep for january

i decided to act on my new years goals in december instead of january to get a kick start so come january, my goals are already becoming habits.

now lets go to what i have done:

started working out or moving my body everyday for at least 45 minutes. i aim for 2 hrs of walking which equals to 10k steps and stretching for 10-25 minutes. i find that this has boosted my energy levels and i really feel good but i also do other workouts like taebo if walking isnt doing it for me.

eating cleaner and making my own meals. im not a super unhealthy person but i did indulge alot which i knew wasnt good and i regretted it right after. eating unhealthy foods made me feel so groggy, heavy, bloated and just BAD. i started to cook my meals and eating more whole foods. i still indulge but in moderation. drinking a ton of water throughout the day and eating veggies or fruits before and after a meal really changed my body for the better.

doing my skincare. i was lazy about my skincare like i didnt put on sunscreen everyday and i didt take good care of it. now my skin isnt bad and i never struggled with it but i knew skincare would benefit me in the long run, plus its a nice way to incorporate self care daily. i started to do my AM and PM skincare everyday and it has been such a luxury to do.

decluttering and organizing. i have been decluttering like a MANIAC this month. it has been so freeing to get rid of anything that i do not need. i have decluttered my whole space so i am ready for the new year.

living more slowly. now this wont last but i am currently on break so i honestly have alot more time. i don't wake up super early as i did and i dont make my day so jam packed that i never have time to do simple things for myself. i sleep in (which is waking up at 8am lol, im more of a morning person) and it feels nice not having structure to my day at the moment. its odd honestly because i am a person that plans her month, week, and day no matter what but this semester really drained me so i needed to give myself time to be lazy. BUT i do want to go back on a schedule come january because i cannot live this freely for a long time, that is just not me haha.

not much preparation but it has helped me to start fresh come the new year. i mainly have been enjoying life, workout, cook, clean and organize. i know when january comes my life will get busy because of school and life. i wanted to get a few things into habits like skincare, workout, eating better, taking time to relax, which i feel i have gotten that down. these were things i struggled with on a daily and practicing that everyday for nearly a month has made me feel better but also it has been part of my routine now. i do have more goals i know i can do daily which i will share later on.

#girlblogging #girly things #self improvement

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AITA for having almost killed a girl for my own benefit?

Please give me a chance to defend myself before you vote.

So recently I (15M) found myself playing a game in a nightmare world where I have to fight for my life for seven days. Long story short, if my designated ‘game partner’ (15F) and I don’t complete certain missions on time, we’ll be erased from existence. I find my partner (let’s call her ‘S’) very annoying and overly cheerful and I wish she’d just leave me alone but apparently I need her? Whatever.

Anyway, we had just completed our daily mission when one of the people running the game came up to us and offered me a bonus mission. This ‘reaper’ (apparently 17F? I could’ve sworn she was at least 25) said that if I erased my partner, I’d be let out of the game instantly. No more shenanigans, no more beating up sentient tattoo art, just instant freedom. And all I had to do was get rid of S. Miss Reaper Chick was being really intensely pressuring about it and it kinda seemed like if I didn’t agree to do this, she would attack both of us. I was scared, okay?

So I thought it over for a bit because as annoying as S is, murder is a bit much for me. That’s a pretty intense and horrific thing to do. I mean, this is a human being here…Then five seconds later I changed my mind.

In my defense, I was thinking that the odds of us having survived the week anyway were pretty low! Wouldn’t S be happy to know that at least one of us could survive? I mean, this is life or death here. Is it that ridiculous to want to take a free ride ticket out of here? And, like, at least I felt bad about it while trying to do it.

A moment later some other guy showed up and intervened, stopping me from killing S. He called out Miss Reaper Chick on having lied about letting me off the hook and told me I’m an idiot for having trusted her or having been willing to even take that deal in the first place. Too good to be true, I guess.

So then I had to apologize to S and it was really awkward and we just agreed to put it behind us because we needed to cooperate in order to survive the rest of the week. Let it be known she said it was fine and that she understood I had been backed into a corner. And all’s well that ends well, right?

So, Reddit, AITA for even having tried that? I really didn’t see any other way out.

EDIT 1: Ok you can stop commenting.

EDIT 2: I’m actually her trophy boyfriend now (long story)

#haters cope and seethe!#the world ends with you #twewy #neku sakuraba #shiki misaki #neshiki #nekushiki #<- i guess #you guys have no idea how fun these are #subaseka tag #mine: twewy

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vasiktomis · 8 months

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TripAdvisor's Top 10 Things To Do In Volterra, Tuscany (18+)

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Pairing: Aro/F!Reader(No use of y/n). Rating: Explicit (Minors do NOT interact). Word Count: ~6000. Warnings: Implied stalking, blood and gore, gaslighting, criminally annoying protagonists. Aro probably using his index finger to type on his phone. Read it on Ao3 Here!

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Mid-Late-Summer.

You never would have said yes to this job if Aro had told you upfront that you would be working underground.

Like, you are, in an off-the-books, tell-everyone-who-asks-that-you’re-a-receptionist kind of underground, but you’d have been fine if it ended with that. No — instead, your workplace is one of the tallest buildings in the entirety of Volterra, shadowed only by an old cathedral up the street (an enviable margin of 14 centimetres), and your office just had to be the one with no windows.

Actually, that’s not quite the truth. There is a window. Just one that faces into a long stretch of corridor that connects your little space to the rest of the building, like a damp little catacomb.

Bars and all.

If that bastard had told you beforehand that you’d be clocking into what felt like a medieval prison five mornings a week on your own solitary basement floor, you’d have never taken that free dinner in the first place.

Having said that, you never would have been able to buy so much new shit if you hadn’t said yes to spending the majority of your days in this gloomy old building.

The way everybody in the company dresses makes a little more sense in this setting; everyone seems to have a particular century of dress they favour, and its not hard to see how they’re all so damn pale. A small handful of receptionists and admin workers scattered throughout have a more human hue to their complexion, but it seems to you that everyone who claims to have worked here, quote: ’for years and years’ all seem to suffer from albinism. The vibes are creepy; it smells like old stone and candlewax and the occasional whiff of raw meat, but you’re getting your bag, and your flow hasn’t been this good since you began college.

Your immediate boss — Heidi — is gorgeous and wants absolutely nothing to do with you beyond ensuring her contact details are alluded to in each of your pieces, and you’d like to work for her forever. The money’s great, too; nothing’s ever done a better job at getting that muse juice flowing. You get paid daily in bank-fresh cash and the commute’s barely ten minutes.

You don’t question it. You just take.

It’s been a relatively nice handful of weeks, honestly, but one thought has been beginning to surface lately in your quiet moments.

You don’t see the man who hired you whatsoever.

It’s odd, given the near-daily barrage of text messages. He’s your boss, and yet he gives you no instruction. He has no professional presence. Your days typically awaken to a slept-through invitation for a walk, an apology on your part, an experimental smiley face on his, and then you proceed to go about it all as per usual: typing what ever Heidi asks you to type, alone on your own presumably sea-level floor of the castle. You’d think that for a man so keen to find you, he could easily seek you out on his own property during working hours.

It’s partly for this reason that you never take him up on his incessant invitations. It’d feel like a little win, watching the man drag himself down here to seek your time rather than feel entitled to it at any hour he wishes.

Prying gossip from pale workers on the upper levels, amidst either scoffs of indignation or extremely forward comments about your scent, proves only mildly fruitful. The man is difficult to find unless he intends to be found, so on and so forth. He and his partners practically liveup in the highest tower when they’re in-country, surrounded by ‘the guard’. You assume this is Itanglese for security, even if almost no one in the building actually speaks with an Italian accent.

‘Don’t be nosy.’ Heidi has warned you for enquiring. ‘Clock in, clock out, and don’t do anything more until you’re invited.’

She’s so cagey and bristly about the whole situation that you can’t help but foster the curiosity. With each ignored question and snap to quit it, it only becomes more stark that Aro may have left out a few factors when he pitched this job to you.

By the time Summer hits its peak, you still haven’t see him, and it’s on one particularly humid evening that your path just so happens to cross with Heidi’s at home-time.

The woman’s making a half-hearted effort to fluff up her absolute mane of hair when you shut down your desktop and pack away your things. The lack of air circulation in such a damp little space is hell for you, and you can’t fathom how she’s able to keep from sweating through all those heavy runway fabrics.

”Got a thing on?” You ask, and in the mirror she looks at you, already irritated.

It takes her a moment to respond. “A tour.”

”A tour where?”

You hold her piercing gaze until she breaks. She may be terrifying, but you hold a greater power: you’re annoying.

Heidi returns to her scrunching. The longer she draws out the moment, the more obvious she makes it. The answer she’s withholding is the one you’ve been trying to catch her on for weeks, and it finally escapes her in a sigh. “Up to the towers.”

”Ooh, haven’t been-“

”No.”

”Oh, come on-“

“No.”

”Heidi, how am I supposed to write good articles about what you do if you won’t even let me see?” You whine, commencing pursuit as she breaks away from the mirror with a scoff and makes for the door.

“I’ve told you already. Until you’re called on, you stay out of everyone’s way.” She stalks the cobblestone corridor, speeding up into the fastest power-walk you’ve ever witnessed on a sober person in stilettos. There’s a check over her shoulder at you, still giving chase, and she borders on a snarl this time. “Your day ended a minute ago. Stop following me and go home.”

There’s no shaking you. “Perfect! Wow, what do you know. Looks like we’re going the same way.”

”You never take these stairs. You take those stairs.”

”You’re crazy.”

Heidi rounds on you the moment you touch down on the next landing. A new wing of the castle. Busier than the path you normally take. There are actually desks up here. People working at them. Pairs and trios in conversation rather than the rare run-in. The moment your boss opens her mouth, a young man appears over her shoulder, grinning down at you.

“Is this for me?” He asks, giddy.

She takes none of it. Heidi gives such a hard shove to his solar plexus that he staggers a step back with a profoundly upset look. “No, she’s not.” She answers sharply, not a hair out of place. The man doesn’t even question her; he just huffs in indignation and accepts defeat, stalking away under Heidi’s scornful eye to lick his wounds and god, your boss is so cool.

It’s a shame you’ve elected to be a thorn in her side.

In the blink of an eye, Heidi’s shifting her attention back to you. She cranes over you, trying to shepherd you back down the stairs. When you refuse to give in, she grits her teeth like she’s never been more frustrated. “You have no idea how much trouble I’ll be in if someone up here gets you.” She hisses. “Aro will literally kill me.”

You pull a face at that.

Bit dramatic. You're a solo female tourist in Europe. If someone hasn't snatched you by now, it's never gonna happen.

"Go. Home."

“Know what? Fine.” You relent with a wave of your hand. “I’ll go take the other exit. It's a better exit anyway.”

”Thank you.” Heidi grumbles. “Do me a favour and show up tomorrow.”

“Sure.”

A long moment stretches between the two of you. You begin to tap a little rhythm into the iron bannister.

“Well?”

“I'm going! I'm going."

With that, you skulk back down the stairs, pretending not to keep the woman in your periphery until she's satisfied that you've reached the floor-level landing, and stalks out of sight. There, you scan overhead, just in case she might try and hit you with a surprise return.

One...two...three...

Once you reach thirty, you ascend the stairs once more.

__________________________________

Jesus, how fast can one woman be?

You only gave her a thirty second head start. What had she done to evade you so well? Broken into a full sprint the moment she’d left you where she thought she’d left you? In those shoes? There’s no way she’d make it this far without eating shit on the fancy flooring.

No matter — it takes all of ten minutes for the lies to start streaming through your head while you head through hallway after hallway, climbing stair after stair. You’re technically her responsibility. If you wind up somewhere you weren’t meant to be, you can always allude to negligence. Perhaps you were supposed to be with her for the tour. Perhaps you got separated.

Perhaps the most logical means of eventually regrouping meant heading in the same direction she would end up in once the tour was concluded: upstairs, where your own interest just so happened to reside.

The winding corridors go on. People gradually become far apart. Few between.

You’re about to admit defeat and accept that you probably took a wrong turn somewhere a few storeys down when you finally hear the murmur of speech rather than just your own footsteps.

“Heidi?” You call.

Nothing responds to you. The source carries on as if you weren’t heard — so you resolve to hear it instead.

Voices. A conversation. Sharp and hushed versus cool. No. An argument. It concludes with a muttered hiss of a statement you fail to make out, and an encroaching shadow from around the bend.

A man you haven’t yet seen strides around the corner, sporting a goatee and a sour expression. Despite the obvious fact that you’re in his path, he seems to make a conscious effort to ignore you. Like just about half the rude pricks in this damn building.

It only makes it more tantalising to be a bother.

You step into the centre of the corridor, and there it is. A curl of his lip.

There’s no stopping his trajectory, though. He only slows for you.

“You dare look at me?” He hisses through his teeth. “Your nose ought to be to the floor, little dog.”

His clothes are from another continent entirely, but that contrast doesn’t set him apart from the others nearly so much as his smell. He’s perfumed; woody, like resin. Agar. Pleasant. Heavy enough to make you feel light-headed.

He looks through you. There is no person standing before this man, and he has no qualms letting it be known.

Maybe you’d take more offence if you haven’t been getting so much practice with similar sentiments these past few weeks.

“I’m looking for Aro.” You say, giving him nothing. Your gaze drops to his chin, but sinks no lower.

It doesn’t make a cherub out of him, but the wind is taken out of his sails a little. Red eyes flicker toward the direction he came.

“Do you take drugs?”

”Um. I’m partial to a drink.”

”That’s a shame. He deserves you to taste fouler than that.”

Then, he leaves you. Disappearing silently and completely, and you’re left momentarily dazed. Aro, you reason. The sooner you find Aro, the sooner you can be shielded from any more people in this building saying weird shit to you. Probably. He’s not a large man from memory.

You push on, rounding the corner, and thank god, you’ve made it.

Your attention naturally latches onto your target first; standing amongst much of the same group you saw him with on your first meeting. The blonde man, Caius, stands across from him, while between them stand two tween children and that one particularly tall one with the sad eyes. From the amusement on all their faces, you can assume this group are likely the reason for your previous run-in’s hostility.

Whatever conversation they were having, it was at his expense. Not one of them regards you.

Then, the conversation dies as a collective. All heads turn in your direction.

Hm.

Don’t like that.

”Goodness. Amun’s perfume really is strong.” The young boy comments.

Aro, meanwhile, goes bug-eyed at the sight of you. His chest expands. A beam spreads across his face to cover a split-second of panic. Nice of him to opt for the former, you think. You’ve been hanging out for weeks to see those teeth again, and the reunion does not disappoint. Still perfect.

“My friend!” He exclaims, and the tall man looming over his shoulder winces. Even at less of a proximity, you’d agree, he’s quite shrill. “What luck!”

On broader inspection, it seems like most of his company aren’t fond of his enthusiasm. Even the expressionless young girl pointedly averts her gaze. Does he embarrass them? Is it always like this? Or are his grating theatrics only reserved for you?

Nevertheless, you’ll admit it’s a friendly feeling, seeing him again.

“Aro. Hey.” You say as if this run-in is a complete accident, approaching when the man steps away from the tight circle.

Aro reaches for you, but before you can even think to react, he’s pulling back with an ‘ah’, reaching into his jacket pocket. It’s with a particularly playful flourish that he withdraws a pair of fine, casual, leather gloves. “Don’t think I haven’t forgotten our little experiment.”

He says it like the act of slipping into them is a sort of taboo, and the excitement on his face once he demonstrates with twinkling fingers has you turning your head so as not to cringe. Several pointed looks are directed at the accessories, but Aro dismisses any impending questions with an incline of his head, fluidly stepping way too close for comfort. You can feel the neatly chopped ends of his hair brushing your shoulder. A jolt rushes up your spine at the brush of two fingertips against your back. “Our new hire and I have the most fascinating wager. A sort of in-joke, isn’t it?”

The tall, sad looking one regards you from the man’s opposite side. Then, he looks at Aro. Then back at you. Then, he looks at the ground with a barely audible: “Oh, Lord.”

”I heard it’s rare to see you downstairs.” You comment. “Were you leaving?”

”Didn’t think it’d be your business.” The young girl clips, emotionless.

The look Aro affords her is something a little too warm to be scornful. ”We were just seeing our old friend Amun out.” He explains.

”With the goatee?” You ask. “Ran into him in the corridor back there.”

There’s a tick in Aro’s brow. “Alec.” He coos, not breaking eye-contact with you. “See to it that he doesn’t continue to stray into the wrong rooms.”

The boy departs without a word.

Leather-clad hands reach for your own, squeezing them at breast height. Like a joint prayer; reverent. Or maybe like a couple of schoolgirls. “Already a raven in the trees.” Aro says. He casts a look to his grim company, then. “Her Italian is tragically irredeemable,” That line draws a few humourless chuckles which die the moment he returns his attention to you, “but we can’t hold it against her. Are you settling? How are they treating you downstairs?”

“Assignment’s squared away.” You reply. “Just in time for dinner.”

“You don’t say.” The girl muses.

“Unfathomable, running on so little time. You must join us, for a moment at least — to meet everyone — then you can run along.” Aro’s words tighten at the end of his sentence, and you realise Heidi might have been telling the truth. This is evidently not the best time to have come looking for him. Maybe one person’s end-of-day is another person’s peak hour. Not to mention the vibes are a little fucking off.

Perhaps you can aid the both of you by getting out of here sooner. Accepting that this was a dumb idea and that perhaps you should have just accepted an invitation to see him rather than forcing an accident.

“Oh, um —“

“No need.” The tall, forlorn one inclines his head to you in greeting. “I’ve been immobile long enough. I may take the long way upstairs if you don’t mind, Aro.”

“Surely you might need company on this fine evening.” Caius offers, already lurching to take his leave.

“Surely, I don’t.”

Aro appears delighted at the denial. All the same, he’s prepared a denial of his own. Before you’ve even registered it, he’s pinching Marcus’s sleeve between his thumb and pointer. Barely any tension in the fabric, and Marcus drifts to a halt like a docked boat. Weightless.

The mood isn’t lost on you. You’re absolutely the reason they all seem so eager to leave, but you can’t recall having said or done anything that would be considered an affront to the group. On an individual level, absolutely, but the collective? You’re practically a lamb. Aro in particular, as the ringleader, looks to expect the others to fall in line with his doting, so you can’t have done something too upsetting.

“This is Jane.” Aro moves to fill the silence, catching you staring at the girl. “And Caius. Marcus. I’ve told them all about your charming little articles. Tour bookings have increased — what was it — forty percent? We have many thanks to offer.”

He's told them about you?

That wasn't in the narrative he was having you and Heidi pitch to everyone downstairs. The pitch was supposed to be that you answered phones — and that was only in the event that you were even seen. What is he playing at?

The young man — Caius — rolls his jaw in irritation. That’s when you remember. That’s where you know him from. This is the one with the grudge potential. This is the one who very nearly suffered a public tantrum when you stole his seat. “It’s Summer, Aro. Bookings always increase in the Summer.”

Aro shoots him a look. Still smiling, but tense. A warning. “And we’ll always welcome potential for outside help. It’s not often we have casual volunteers who don’t right-away throw themselves at our feet, begging to serve.”

“Interns.” You nod grimly, and Aro lets out a squawk of laughter.

“Isn’t she a marvel?” He demands his remaining company, either failing to notice or care for their lack of shared enthusiasm.

“I'm surprised Heidi's allowed you to assist her. Must be an interesting story. Tell me, how are you liking being her pet?” Caius inquires, gaze flickering on you before he once again decides you’re unworthy of his time.

You frown. “Aro was the one who hired me.”

That makes Caius stop short. His mouth shuts quickly, pressing into a thin line. Now you’ve got his lasting attention; he’s gone from pretending you don’t exist to unbroken, unblinking eye contact. Between you, Aro lets out a breath of laughter. Compensatory.

You shouldn’t have said that.

”Aro hired you.”

”And what seems to be her talent, Aro?” Marcus asks, tired eyes drifting to the man, who has now stumbled into a series of sheepish giggles.

Aro regards you while he answers. ”That was supposed to be a surprise.” It's a subdued, strained little noise. It screams 'stop talking effective immediately'.

What, is he embarrassed to have hired you? Your frown deepens. “I’m a writer. Pretty sure I was hired for my writing talent.”

”Oh, no—“ Marcus tuts.

”Hey?”

”Your gift.” Caius snaps. “Daft girl, what would Aro desire you for?”

Daft girl? This motherfucker. What is he implying?

“My turn of phrase.” You grit.

Caius blinks once. Twice. Searching your face for something he does not find. “Aro, you can’t be serious. Tell me this isn’t serious.”

You won’t lie. Everyone’s starting to stand a little too close for comfort. Your gaze flits to Aro, who breaks eye-contact the moment you establish it. It’s too late now. His partners have well and truly caught on to something not being quite right, and they’re not going to let this go.

“The important thing is that the figures are up, and that’s thanks to our newest addition. The rest is background noise.” Aro explains.

“Have you witnessed one of our tours?” Caius goes on, thoughtfully, ignoring the smokescreen. Brow still furrowed, but retreating from his own hostility nonetheless. “Has Aro never invited you?”

You give the man in question room to answer, casting him an expectant look. He doesn’t give you anything in return. He refuses to look at you. He’s far too busy boring a hole into Caius and Marcus’s heads with the fakest smile yet.

”Actually, I was separated from Heidi just before.” You butt in. The lie instantly wipes that smile off his face.

“You should enquire with him about paying us a visit.” Marcus’s voice drifts in from above, and you look to find him standing over you as if he’s been there for ages. That dreadful, sunken expression gives way to brief warmth. “If one of our family has found a friend in you, perhaps you would do well to know who it is you’re a friend to.”

There’s that little laugh again. Aro is ill-at-ease, and the feeling is really beginning to brush off on you now. It’s a curious situation, but the tension in his smile gives you the indication that you should not press on. This is business beyond your realm. Executive level business.

You should not be here, but your pride only spurs you onward.

“For better or for worse, you’re in the network now, dear.” Marcus’s breath curls against your ear. Aro’s face falls into something vaguely uncanny, lips pursing minutely when Marcus gives your shoulder a squeeze. "Any friend of Aro is a friend of ours."

Caius, meanwhile, watches you without any trace of emotion. Male-speak for blood-rage. His lips part. His head angles back, like he’s just thought of something. “Why not bring her for lunch? She claims she was headed there after all.”

Aro’s gaze snaps to the blonde, outrage flashing on his face. “She’s not ready.” He says immediately, voice half an octave lower than usual.

“Now there’s an idea.” Marcus chimes in, fingers still clasping your shoulder.

“Surely you’d like to see upstairs.”

Jane regards you. Unblinking. “It’s certainly a room.”

“We should discuss this later.” Aro insists. Caius is already leading the group, however, cheerily looking back over his shoulder as you follow the pressure to move with them. Swiftly, silently, the brunette falls into step by his side. He mutters something sharp that goes ignored. Then, something you can make out on his lips when he turns his head to hiss at the other man: "She doesn't know. Stop this and I promise you, we can talk.”

“We don’t keep secrets, Aro. Not from each other.” Caius bites back. “You’d hold us to the same standard of transparency.”

Each of the group ascend several flights of stairs without a single audible breath as you’re led up to the tower and down a long stretch of empty hallway. No doors. It feels akin to a funnel, tightening eventually to a large pair of doors.

You catch up just enough to lean to Jane just a little. “This isn’t hazing, is it?”

She doesn’t respond. She doesn’t even acknowledge you. Then, when Aro pushes the door open and everyone else spills into the room, her attention flits to you for just a second. “Your heart is noisy. Like the rest of you.”

…

Hmm.

Really don’t like that.

You don’t get to reflect on the statement for long, though. The girl departs from you. As do Marcus and Caius, crossing the large, circular chamber within to where three rather gaudy chairs lie in mimicry of thrones. As the two men each claim an end — leaving the centre command presumably for Aro — Jane stands to the side. Still presiding over everyone from the raised stage on which the chairs are placed, but there is a clear pecking order here.

Several men and women stand around the perimeter of the room, curious eyes on you, but otherwise silent. Still. In the very centre, segmented moonlight from the glazed, domed ceiling carries onto the floor underfoot.

“What’s going on?” You murmur to Aro, who has remained tentatively by your side despite a particular look from both the man’s partners that suggests he must be seated with them right now.

”You know the theatre of it doesn’t strike when we’re not all in position, Aro.” Marcus drones from his spot.

It’s too late for response or action.

Doors to your right are pushed open, announced with the shriek of scraping wrought iron and a familiar voice beckoning, “—and this is the atrium.”

Heidi stalks into the room, a dozen tourists dressed for the warm weather following in her wake. Some chatting amongst themselves. One or two respectfully quiet. The woman glances at you as she passes, already poised to deliver whatever rehearsed speech she has for the tour group.

Then, she does a double-take.

Her mouth falls open. Then closes. Gloved fingers curl around your upper arm, guiding you across the atrium to stand by her at the foot of the stage. To the other guests in the room, they must see you as one of them — your colleagues look so alien in comparison that in spite of all typical other differences appearance-wise, there are now only two distinct groups in the room: the people you work for, and the people you look like. The only thing separating you from them is Aro having physically shepherded you into his own group.

“Stay with Heidi.” Aro’s consonants lick cold against your ear. “Do not leave her side.”

The moment he turns on his heel to finally join his partners, Heidi leans toward you. “What the hell are you doing up here?”

”I was looking for a bathroom.” You lie nervously, and the woman’s shoulders seem to sag.

”Great. There goes my vacation.”

“So, Aro hasn’t told you what happens here.” Caius regards you, waiting for Aro to catch up before he seats himself to the man’s left. “I take it you’re interested in finding out?”

You nod. Another lie. Truth be told, you couldn't give a rat's ass as to what happens up here.

"Then let's skip the dramatics."

You follow Caius's gaze to Aro. Fingers curled delicately on the rests of his chair, looking terribly important and utterly lost in thought.

Then he looks at you, and for just a second, you see how apprehensive he is.

"Begin."

Something to your left splatters on the floor. An object moves in your periphery too quick to know what it was. Then it happens again, and a third time.

Out of nowhere, you’re doused with something hot. Your entire right side feeling the impact of a ludicrous amount of blood exiting someone’s body. Your vision splatters black and grainy, and before you can even think to scrub at your eyes, the room fills with the screams of the remaining tourists. One by one, they’re choked into quiet, diminishing in gargles and gurgles, and from what little you can make out, Aro’s staff have gathered around them in pods. Pulling at their bodies. Teeth sinking into flesh in graceful silence.

Your fingers finally dig enough of the blood out of your eyes for you to make sense of things. The thick coating layered over you is chilling quickly, coagulating. Scabbing onto a body it doesn’t belong to.

Heidi seems to have caught a few drops from the spray that you've been drenched with, and she looks beyond fed-up. "Felix! Eat with your mouth closed!"

Aro, Marcus, and Caius haven’t moved a muscle. They remain in their seats. Observing. Marcus absently accepts a neatly filled glassful of — blood — he’s drinking blood like its cask fucking wine — watching the chaos on the sunken floor like a re-run of the game. Aro is offered the same, but declines with a wave. He’s too busy watching Caius, who hasn’t broken his gaze from you since the frenzy began.

Heidi has inched in front of you. Anyone who looks in your direction swiftly meets her eye and just as swiftly shifts their attention elsewhere. You creep further into her shadow. Not quite able to make sense of the scene, but all too happy to let her shield you from it all the same—

“Heidi.”

Caius beckons both your attentions.

”Stand aside.”

The woman shifts an uncertain gaze across to Aro, like a child looking to a spare parent for intervention. Caius tracks their exchange before he rises to a stand.

”Stand aside.” He repeats smoothly, and this time Heidi bows her head, breaking away to place herself on the far side of the stage, out of the young man’s way.

Heads lift from their prey. Eyes on the blonde with fascination as he comes to join their meal.

All that lies between you and the pit of squirming, feasted-upon bodies is Caius, and it’s clear that he does not see you as his own.

He’s in front of you before you can even register it. You take a step back, and he takes two forward.

Panic doesn’t quite stir in you the way you want it do. It doesn’t manifest in a scream, or in any attempt to run. There’s no terror. There’s outrage for certain, but you take less offence to dying by this man’s hand than you do over your brand new, now ruined, clothes.

Dying.

Fuck. Fuck, you’re going to die.

In another instant, Aro is at your side. His palm presses hard against Caius’s sternum, stilling him from approaching further.

The room goes silent. The feast is aborted.

“All of you. Out.” Aro speaks, and in the blink of an eye, the room has emptied. Just you, the three leaders, Heidi, and Jane remain.

“I knew it!” Caius barks at Aro. “You thought you could hide the fact that you were grooming a human from us?”

Aro, to his credit, is unshaken by the display of anger. If anything, he looks a little tired of it. “For us, brother — I was grooming a human for us.”

”By hiding it away in the basement? Heidi hired her. That’s what you told us.”

”Pedantry.” Aro scoffs. "Really, you ought to have more trust in me after all these years."

Caius’s head whips around. The ire now aimed at poor Heidi, still as a statue. Eyes wide and cast to the floor. “Speak. Were we supposed to know of this arrangement?”

Aro nods smoothly, fingers tented beneath his chin in mock-contemplation as he turns to regard the woman.

“Master, I—“ Heidi starts with an incredulous frown. When Aro’s head cocks the tiniest bit, her words die in her throat. She shoots you a glance, before bowing her head. “I’m sorry. It slipped my mind. I should have introduced you sooner.”

You can see what’s going on. She’s covering for him.

All three men stare between the two of you until Aro finally dismisses your immediate boss with a wave of his hand.

“Perhaps you should reflect on your thoughtlessness. Go.”

The door’s opened and closed before you can register that she’s gone, leaving you alone to fend for yourself.

There’s a painfully long stretch of silence, then. The corners of Caius’s mouth curl down. He looks nauseated.

“You haven’t taken it as a mistress, have you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Caius.” Aro gasps. There’s something vaguely scandalised that registers in him, but he otherwise gives the man nothing, keeping his gaze fixed squarely on you. Gauging your reaction despite doing the talking for you.

”We don’t keep these things from each other. You might be able to see us all, but you need to tell us what on earth it is you’re thinking.”

This must be something of a delicate matter. Maybe if you had more of a dramatic flair, you might be able to keep up, but without that, you just stand there. Lamely. Rinsed half an adult human’s worth of blood and the awkward flattery of being called out as the boss’s favourite. You could say you’re not a believer, still. That the vague allusions of their conversation don’t mean anything to you and that you’d prefer to maintain a working relationship built on ignorance and maybe a dash of corporate greed.

You’d like to.

But you did just watch your superiors suck the blood out of a dozen tourists like they were Capri-suns, so that really throws a spanner in the works.

“Speak, damn you.” Caius demands of you now, eyes blazing. “Not minutes ago you were prattling on like you owned the building.”

That’s it. Your fear evaporates the moment your patience snaps.

”Is this all because I took your view? There’ll be another one next year.” You huff.

”I don’t want to wait until next year!”

“We made a deal.” Is all you can muster without cussing him out. “I work here. That’s all.”

You don’t mention the part of the deal that pertains to no touching. Caius seems to take this mind-reading thing seriously enough that a pang of worry echoes through your head that it may be real.

It might be real. It’s probably real. Shit, it’s real, isn’t it.

“Naturally, you have expectations to be turned?” Marcus finally stirs, still pooled in his chair as if he’s been rotting there for months.

You share a glance with Aro.

“It hasn’t been discussed.” He answers.

“Discussed?” Marcus echoes.

“You haven’t even read her?” Caius hisses, outrage colouring his face. “Your personal pied piper, and you haven’t even looked into her head? How do you know she won’t expose us?”

“Don’t be silly, Caius.” Aro chirps merrily. “You’re catastrophising. There’s nothing to be concerned over.” There’s a tiny glance in your direction at that.

Your brow furrows. You don’t go for avoidance the way Aro does. Your accuser is clearly smarter than you, and your one ally beyond the man defending you (though it seems like he’s more interested in making sure his own ass is covered) is pure, honest, anger. “It’d be a whole lot easier if you don’t waste half my pay-check by ruining my clothes.”

There’s a moment of silence.

A huff escapes Marcus across the room. He trades the amusement with Aro, who stifles his own smile. “Less humanity than half of us. No wonder she gravitated into a nest of monsters, Caius.”

”Do you expect to be turned?” Caius echoes, low and dangerous.

Why do they keep asking that? Turned into what? What stupid fucking jargon could possibly allude to—

Your gaze drifts down to the drained corpses on the marble flooring. It hits you.

Oh.

“Oh.” You mutter. Vampires. It’s vampires. You made a whole fucking group of vampires miss a sunset. No wonder this guy wants to kill you so badly.

Jesus fucking christ. Okay.

You’re good. You’re fine.

You’ve been doing good work here. Aro said it himself. You’re of value. Even without what ever personal investment he has in you — you’ve been contributing to their meals, and they have no reason to dispose of you for offering such a service.

If anything, you’re a hero to this pack of freaks.

“I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“It remains to be seen.” Aro interjects as fluidly as possible. You feel his hand guiding you forward by the small of your waist, promoting you to the other two men and marking his territory all the same. “There’s a degree of suggestion about this one that takes my interest. Meanwhile, she does fine work of keeping Heidi’s lines busy. I see no reason to make dinner of her yet.”

Caius stalks his way back to his seat. “You will get bored of this, Aro.” He promises. Slumping down like a scorned child.

“Are we to consider this a protege, then?” Marcus asks.

”Try pet.”

“Assistant.” Aro corrects softly, punctuating with a nod. “She will be kept close to me while I determine her worth to us, and rest assured, she will not act of line again.”

That’s bullshit. But the other two eat it up.

“Of course, that is, unless you’d prefer to leave us.” He adds, peering down at you. Palm still pressed to your back. You realise how awfully cold his touch is.

It’s an empty offer. You’ve seen what this pack does to people who carry their secret. But it’s not the implication that steers you away from aborting.

You clear your throat. Making a quick attempt to tidy up. Fingers struggle to comb through hair caked with drying gore.

“Would — uh,” You begin, smiling wide enough that someone else’s blood cracks on your lips, “Would it be untoward to ask what we do with their belongings?”

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