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dr3c0mix · 1 year

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All You Need

Yandere! Bodyguard x Gn Reader

CW: obsessive behavior, minor stalking

i changed his name, his old name was doo doo, it was but a trick of the light

IM CHANGING HIS NAME AGAI-

♠️ Never before would you have ever considered hiring a bodyguard, you could defend yourself on your own just fine, but with all your rival manufacturers trying to get you out of the competition with assassinations and attempted kidnappings, you had no choice.

♠️ Feelings were a very rare thing for Baron, and he was fine with it, after all, emotions weren't a very helpful thing to have when your job is to kill people. There was no room for soft, sappy things like that when you lived in his side of the city.

♠️ But his cold and empty demeanor was somehow broken through the moment he saw you.

♠️ The smile you had on your face pierced his heart like cupid's arrow, it was like love at first sight for him.

♠️ He was just getting some rest after a particularly stressful job at a nearby bar when he heard the sweetest laughter from across the room.

♠️ There you were, the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes upon. You were sitting with some other people, talking and drinking together like all the other patrons, but you stood out to him like a precious gem amongst stone.

♠️ It seemed as if the world slowed down when your eyes briefly met his.

♠️ He would now frequent that bar, learning what you like to order, when you get there and who you'd be with.

♠️ He's never talked to you, or even interacted with you in any way, but the feelings he had for you couldn't be denied. You're just too adorable!!

♠️ Through his connections, he found out you were a big name in weapons design. Unique and beautifully deadly instruments of death were created by your hands. Is it weird he finds that hot?

♠️ He'd start off making anonymous orders for weapons to you, it was normal to get one that was unnamed, so you thought nothing of it.

♠️ When he got his order, an intricately designed dagger, he couldn't bring himself to use it on anyone. This is a gift from his kind and talented darling! He couldn't just stab it into someone's chest like any other knife!

♠️ Yes, he has a little shrine of you.

♠️ When he heard you were hiring for a bodyguard, he was ecstatic! Finally, he can be with you for real! He had to stop himself from giggling like a little girl in front of his colleagues.

♠️ He applied for the job and immediately was given instructions to your address, he read it over and over again until it was engraved into his mind.

♠️ "Tomorrow, 5pm. 93 Lebberside Ave. Door with the hummingbird symbol on it in the alley. Do not be late."

♠️ When he arrived at the location, his heart was pounding under his cold expression. He knocked on the door and heard a muffled crash from inside with a small "Shit!" before the sound of multiple clicks of locks followed.

♠️ You pulled the door open and looked up at the man with dark eyes.

♠️ "Are you the applicant?"

♠️ "Y-yes.." God he stuttered, he hoped you couldn't see his flushed face.

♠️ "Good, come in." You pulled him in and swiftly locked the door again.

♠️ He looks around and it looked like a normal home, albeit a little cluttered. Boxes of files and paper were almost everywhere with takeout boxes and noodle cups on every surface of the house. Looks like you've been piled with work for a long time, poor thing, you really need him to take care of you don't you?

♠️ He sits down on the couch across from the little bean bag you were sitting on while reading a file you grabbed from the coffee table, god you're adorable..

♠️ "So you're..?"

♠️ "Baron..Baron Valencia.."

♠️ "Baron..."

♠️ Oh god say his name again please plea-

♠️ "Hm..your file's pretty good..and you don't have any recent dealings with my competitors? Interesting, looks like you have a good eye for quality weaponry huh?" You smile at his file before looking at him with fox eyes. The things he'd let you do to him...

♠️ "I just took a liking to your model's, they're more convenient and useful than others.." He says with a straight face.

♠️ You chuckle and ask him a few more questions before eventually moving on to small talk, he relished in the time you two spent together laughing at past experiences and jokes, it was like he's known you forever, it took every muscle in his body just to stop himself from smiling too much.

♠️ Eventually, you got up and patted his lap, putting down the file. "Well, Mr. Valencia, you're hired!" You say with a smile, the same smile that melted his heart the first time he saw you.

♠️ "Really?! I-I mean- thank you..Boss.."

♠️ He regains his calm composure after letting his voice go a little too high for his liking, any embarrassment he would've had in that situation was replaced with a warm, tingly feeling as you placed a hand on his shoulder, giggling.

♠️ After that, he'd watch you like a hawk, always being by your side ready to protect you, even if you’re just at home. You never know when someone will try to hurt you!

♠️ He'd be looming over you, giving any poor soul trying to talk to you a death stare until you introduced them as friends of yours, he's a giant guard dog basically.

♠️ His stoic expression would persist even when you make small talk with him all the time so casually. It was like he wasn't even your bodyguard sometimes, just a friend you were hanging out with.

♠️ He wasn't all intimidating and cold, he was also very concerned for your health...all the time, and can you blame him? You've been living off of takeout and instant noodles for months!

♠️ "Boss, I think you should eat a proper dinner and not fastfood again, I'll cook for you."

♠️ "Your work can wait, Boss. I'm sure your client can wait another day, please, you look tired."

♠️ It's all part of being your bodyguard! He has to keep you safe and healthy! He'd be happy to move in so he can protect you 24/7 if you'd let him.

♠️ He'd offer to help you clean your living space a little too, since you're so busy and all with work, he might as well make life easier for you. You said yes to get him to stop pestering you about it and when you came back to the living room, all the clutter and empty food containers were gone..as well as a few of your clothes..I guess he put them away as well, how nice of him.

♠️ If you confront him about this, he'd deny it all flushed in between stutters.

♠️ "Well Baron, it sounds to me like you want to be my househusband more than a bodyguard with all your offers for looking after me and such."

♠️ "Wh- Me? N-no! I'd never! I-I mean unless you'd want that..Not that I'm saying I want to! But well uhm- I-if you uh..uhm..I'll leave you alone to work..."

♠️ On days off a.k.a. days you forced him to take a break from taking care of you to get a bit of breathing space for yourself, he'd stalk your social medias or flat out stalk you. A true bodyguard never stops protecting their boss! He just wants to watch over you!

♠️ On the rare occasions that you're too deep in work and not getting a blink of sleep, he'd use his strong arms to pull you into bed and force you to rest. It wasn't long before he heard you softly snoring in his arms, you were exhausted from long days of working and delivering orders and evading taxes and such, no wonder you went out like a light.

♠️ He looked down at you as he sighed lovingly, placing a kiss on your head, whispering a soft "Goodnight, cariño.." Before drifting off to sleep himself.

♠️ "..Goodnight Baron.."

♠️ "B-Boss! Y-you heard that?!"

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altsvu · 5 months

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Congrats on 200 bunny!!!! You deserve it 🌸

Can I ask for a Hotch request pls? You can literally write anything you want, any prompt, but pls do the classic ‘we’re barely friends and oops there’s only one bed in this hotel room’ bc it’s my fave trope ever!!

“there’s a first for everything”, they say

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!black!fem!reader

prompts used: 40) “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” 58) “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” 93) “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.” from the 100 smut prompts!

summary: hotch invites you and the rest of the BAU on a vacation to the Bahamas, but his demeanor changes when he sees you and interacts with you outside of the professional setting for the first time.

wc: 1855

tw: pining (mentions of it), teasing, dirty talk, oral sex, p in v sex, mentions of sex, smut in general

a/n: i literally could not find a good gif for this so this will do! also this is a combination of another fic idea that i had so i kinda put a bit of a twist on this, i still hope you enjoy marley!! ❤️ @angelhotchner

criminal minds masterlist! ✯ taglist!

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The BAU had finally gotten vacation time, and all you wanted was to go home and sleep for 24 hours. But when Hotch invited you and the rest of the BAU to the Bahamas, it was hard for you to say no.

You wondered how it would go since you never really interacted with Hotch outside of cases, but maybe he might actually talk to you on a different level.

Then again, you were barely friends with him, acquaintance at most.

When the time finally came to pack for the trip, it was much harder than expected. After about 3 hours, you finally had your suitcases and your carry-on packed and ready to go.

Finally, you and the rest of the team were on the plane. To your luck, you and Hotch were sitting next to each other, with you at the window seat.

“Hey.” he smiled after settling down. You turned and smiled back at him and said hey back.

You couldn’t help but notice how good he looked. Like really good. His polo was doing him justice showing off his buff arms and chest, and his hair was fluffed to perfection. God, even his hands caught your eyes. His hands were big and veiny and you had recurring thoughts of him putting those hands to work.

On you.

Stop it, you told yourself.

You and Hotch were quiet the beginning of the flight, but you soon engaged in intriguing conversation with him. From expressing feelings about taking a break from all the gore that was part of working at the BAU, to sharing favorite scenes of movies that the both of you watched, that was the first non-work related conversation you’ve had with him.

And it felt amazingly natural, despite the bits of awkwardness in between.

The flight had a 55 minute layover in Miami, which you didn’t know about until you heard on the intercom, which woke you up from your rather comfortable nap.

That was when you noticed you had been napping with your head resting against Hotch’s arm. You quickly sat up and made sure he didn’t notice.

So much for barely friends.

During the layover, you curled up in a chair doing some digital art pieces on your iPad while eating lunch. You made it clear that you didn’t want to be bothered by anyone by putting in your headphones.

Hotch included.

You felt too embarrassed to talk to him after finding out you slept on him.

And didn’t even do anything about it.

He probably felt some type of way.

Or not.

You didn’t even bother figuring out his feelings, instead you spent the rest of the flight making mental notes of what you would do when you finally arrived.

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Bikinis were Hotch’s weakness. Well bikinis on you.

How did you know that?

You noticed that he couldn’t help but stare at you from the moment you took off your coverup, and when you walked past him at the beach, when you were resting on your beach chair talking with Penelope and Spencer, or alone reading a book, when you were playing beach volleyball with him, Morgan and JJ, and even when you were sipping on martinis with Rossi and Emily. Other people were checking you out too, but it seemed like Hotch was checking you out the most, admiring how beautiful the baby pink bikini looked against your golden chocolate skin.

So much for barely friends right?

The beach outing with the whole team was fun and you enjoyed your time there but you left the beach earlier than expected, spending some time alone shopping in nearby areas around the hotel. There was no reason in particular, you just liked spending time with yourself any chance you could.

You got back to the hotel room you were sharing with Hotch due to availability reasons, and quickly rid yourself of your clothes besides your bra and underwear and prepared to shower.

Until you realized that you forgot to bring your robe. bonnet and shower cap with you in the bathroom.

Hotch just so happened to walk in just as you were looking for it.

“Y/N, are you sleeping in that?”

“Oh shit!” you yelped, scrambling to cover your body. He came over to you after dropping his stuff on the ground. “Sorry,” you said sheepishly.

“Hey.” he whispered. “It’s just me.”

You felt yourself calm down instantly, but it just increased the level of awkwardness between you and him. After your shower, you got dressed for the night, which consisted of an oversized shirt and a pair of boy shorts, and relaxed in bed reading a book.

Hotch laid down next to you about 30 minutes later and you fell asleep moments after.

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Waking up in the middle of the night, you felt a warm body lean against you. You turned and gasped in fear until you realized it was Hotch.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Hotch asked, turning around and placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah sorry, I forgot I was sharing a bed with you for a moment." you breathed.

"I'm sorry I scared you out of your sleep."

You shook your head and turned back around. "It's not your fault."

It was silent between the two of you for a bit, and then Hotch reached over to massage your shoulders. It felt nice, you haven't had a massage in a while, if not ever. It was as if Hotch knew what you needed, what you were thinking about. A slight moan escaped your lips from how good it felt.

"Is that turning you on Y/N?" Hotch chuckled.

"No, it just feels really good."

Liar. It’s turning you on.

"I can make you feel good in other places, if you want."

“Oh, so that’s what we’re doing now?” you said, turning to face him with a smile on your face.

Hotch didn’t reply, instead he pulled you a bit closer to him and caressed your cheek.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

“I do, but please remind me.”

He went into specifics about how he’d been admiring you from a distance and how he was scared to become close friends with you and screw it up.

“Y/N, you truly faze me.” he said at the end.

You felt your cheeks burning up at Hotch practically confessing his love to you. Without notice, he pressed a kiss on your lips. You went back in for more, and next thing you knew, you were on your back with Hotch’s hand lifting up your shirt. You helped him take it off, and there you were, almost naked again in front of him.

“Suddenly you don’t seem so shy to be naked in front of me.” he smiled.

“That’s because before, I was pretending that I didn’t like you.”

“Oh, so you like me.” Hotch murmured in between kisses to your clavicle.

You wanted to respond, but Hotch’s fingers were inching to your boy shorts and you felt yourself clenching up by his touch, so a smile was the best you could have done in the moment.

And next thing you know, they’re off.

You helped Hotch out of his clothes and the two of you were both naked.

In a hotel bedroom.

In the middle of the night.

You never thought you’d ended up this far with Hotch, let alone just being friends, or almost friends, with him. This was going through your mind as he was on top of you, kissing all over your body.

His hand was slowly trailing up your leg, then to your folds. He reached your clit and rubbed soft circles on it, all while pushing his pointer and middle fingers inside you.

With your past experience being intimate with other men, none of them ever made you feel this good with just their fingers. In fact, it was much different than you’ve ever experienced before.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you,” Hotch whispered, looking up at you.

You shuddered in pleasure when he said that, it felt reassuring.

He continued doing this through your first three orgasms. It got even more intense when he pulled his fingers out, devoured your juices and smashed his tongue on your opening. At this point you wanted to just grab fistfuls of his hair and moan at the top of your lungs.

Hotch being the profiler he is, knew exactly what you were yearning for.

“It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.” he said, looking up at you again with a quirky grin on his face.

Your hands were now full of his soft black hair, reaching the climax of your fourth orgasm.

Before you could reach another one, Hotch stopped what he was doing, laid down on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. You shuddered at the feeling of his hands on your waist.

“I want to feel you,” he whispered. “Can I do that?”

“Yes, please.” you pleaded.

He adjusted himself to your opening, and to say you were in shock would be an understatement. The initial thrust almost had you crying out for mercy the way it felt so good. A throaty groan escaped Hotch’s lips.

“You must be enjoying this,” you said.

“I am. You’re so good to me.”

That made you blush as you loved words of affirmation.

It was like Hotch knew everything about you. He knew all the right things to say, and all the right places to touch you. In a way, his job as a profiler never ended.

He switched positions so that he was on top of you, passionately looking into your eyes while doing so. He was the one with the mastery in eye contact.

At this point, you already knew the bonnet was off and the knotless braids you had in would get a bit frizzy at the top. But you didn’t care. Hotch was making you feel better than ever, filling that certain void in your life.

He had your legs up and thrusted into you with everything in him, and it made you moan in a way you never imagined you could do.

Another climax was approaching and you could feel it. You came faster than expected with Hotch in your ear whispering for you to do it for him. Short moments later, he was right there with you with his high.

“So much for not even being friends.” You laughed softly.

Hotch pulled you into his arms and kissed you. “So much, huh?”

“What do you think the others are gonna say when they find out? I know one of them heard us.”

“I’m glad they heard. Maybe they’ll talk about how loud you got for me.”

That made you giggle.

“Anyways, my special agent, we have to sleep soon. Or there might be more rounds.”

And surely enough, the two of you slept in each other’s arms after cleaning up, and you slept way better than you did before being woken up.

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taglist: @averyhotchner @storiesofsvu @ssaic-jareau @blackbeautifulqueen @mstrinnyb @will-on-the-internet @mrshadeelharingtonmadden

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viviennevermillion · 1 year

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Teasing them

notes: guess who's back to writing about twisted wonderland? i always run back to this fandom eventually snfhsjfjd also y'all can bet I'm replacing leona's header with the new card as soon as we have it because god I've been thinking about this man since I saw it and he's taken over all of my braincells. sorry leona's is shorter, i wrote riddle first and then ran out of brain juice

contains: character x gn!reader, established relationship, reader is a menace

characters included: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar

warnings: none

dark content creators and consumers dni

Riddle hates being teased. Or rather, he hates the fact that he's absolutely kinda into it if you have a mischievous side. In his heart he still feels the pressure to follow every rule to utmost perfection but you're like a siren with horrible ideas slowly luring him into chaos.

You'll walk up to him sitting at the table in the Heartslabyul kitchen, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind and resting your head on his. "What are you doing there, Riddle~", you start and he lets out a sigh, already anticipating nothing productive from you right now. "I'm writing down every odd number up to 487 because it's a Tuesday and the rules of the Queen of Hearts say that at 6pm the dorm leader- y/n what are you doing?", he pouts and blushes when you sit down on his lap, hugging him close.

"Affection", you explain and press a kiss to his cheek. "I can see that, but I have to write down the numbers", he sighs again but gives in when you press your lips to his, kissing him gently but passionately. He eventually pushes you away gently. "I really need to finish this, y/n", he says and you get up, walking towards the doorframe.

"Aw, what a shame", you sigh dramatically, "and here I thought we could cuddle and I could spoil you a bit with some kisses....oh well, another time then."

With that you exit the kitchen and lay down on the bed in Riddle's room, picking up a book in the meantime. You glance at the clock. I'll give him 20 minutes at maximum, you think to yourself and chuckle.

And within those 20 minutes he's back in the room, making his way towards you. "Not. a. word", he just gives you an empty warning and lays down next to you, snuggling up to you and resting his head on your shoulder. You don't look up from your book but wrap an arm around him and start playing with his hair. He rolls his eyes at the shit-eating grin on your face.

"Did you finish writing your numbers, love? ~ ☆"

"Yes", he mumbles quietly and buries his face in your neck. You let out a laugh. "You've always been a horrible liar."

You put your book aside and lift his chin up to press a kiss to his lips. And then another. And Riddle melts into your embrace in frustration, indulging your whims and kissing you back lovingly. "You're gonna be the death of me", he whispers quietly, still blushing. His lips brush against yours while he speaks because of how close he is. "I love you too", you wink at him and kiss him again.

When you go to the kitchen later to pick up some food, Cater sits there with Riddles sheet of paper and the numbers. "Hey! I don't know about you, but the last time I checked 487 was not the number that came after 93!", he comments with his usual laid-back demeanor. Riddle pulls the paper out of Cater's hands and blushes furiously. He turns around only to be met with a smirk from you as you raise an eyebrow. "You only made it to 93?" "Shut up."

On Thursdays according to the rules of the Queen of Hearts, the Heartslabyul students aren't allowed to eat dark foods. What a perfect day for you to make a chocolate cake for Riddle. Trey and Cater absolutely have a blast with the fact that you can play your boyfriend like a fiddle and Trey gladly helps you with the cake. He's pretty happy that you've been the reason Riddle has becoming more and more lax with the rules.

"Y/n, have you forgotten again? We don't eat dark foods on Thursdays", Riddle looks at you with a disappointed expression. "Aw but I made this specifically for you and it turned out great honestly", you look to the floor with an obviously false sad expression, "guess I'll have to eat all of it alone."

And then you sit down directly across him and eat that chocolate cake. "Okay fine, give me a slice", Riddle sighs and you can tell he really loves that cake once he started eating it, which brings out a smile from you.

"You're the personified antithesis to everything Heartslabyul stands for", Riddle crosses his arms on the table and buries his head in them. "Personally I think I'm an enrichment for this dorm." "You've brought dishonor to our hedgehogs."

Leona is a tease himself but he absolutely wasn't expecting for you to turn the tables on him on a regular basis.

"Y/n, stop that", he growled at you. "I don't know what you mean~", you smiled at him brightly and poked his ear again with the blade of grass, causing it to flick uncontrollably. You thought it looked adorable.

Leona had decided to take another nap in the Botanical Garden and you felt like keeping him some company. Somehow, "company" had escalated into annoying your boyfriend for your own personal amusement. He had already slept for 11 hours before this, he could stay awake now.

Leona turned around and grabbed your wrist, pulling the grass out of your hand and throwing it as far as he could from that position.

Then he rested his head on your lap, ready to resume his attempts at sleeping. "Oh, would you rather I do this instead?", you smirk and start gently rubbing his ear. You knew how much he loved this. But Leona didn't want to admit that. "I'd rather you just let me sleep, herbivore", he just growled and closed his eyes again.

"Okay", you responded and shrugged, stopping your motions and instead deciding to look through Magicam for a bit. As you had expected, Leona was starting to grow quite agitated. He had his eyes open again, staring at nothing in particular and his tail was flicking back and forth.

"Is something the matter, Leona?", you ask sweetly but he sees right through you. Now one of his ears flicks even without you making it do that. A desperate but subtle sign that Leona wanted you to continue your affections. He simply let out a "tsk" sound in response and glared at a nearby tree in frustration. Why can't this man ever say what he wants?, you sighed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. "You know, you can't expect me to indulge you if you never tell me what you want", you said with a genuine tone. Leona sighed. He knew you were right. "Can you resume with the ear thing?", he mumbled and grabbed your hand to hold in his. After a bit of hesitation he added an even quieter "please", which made your hand wander back to his ear and gently caress the soft fur.

You could feel Leona relaxing and his breathing became very calm. He closed his eyes again and his tail curled around your leg as he left featherlight kisses on the wrist of your other hand. You looked down at him with a smile.

It was still pretty early in your relationship and you knew Leona had trouble opening up to you about his feelings and wanting your affection. He felt a little like that would make him look even more pathetic if you one day just chose to leave him for someone better. He became so used to only being second-best, that his sense of pride; originally used to protect him; has gotten in the way of him making the most of your time together. But as time went on, he'd become more comfortable addressing his wishes and feelings with you and for now you were ready to give him the patience he needed.

#twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #riddle x reader #leona x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts headcanons #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar headcanons

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budbuddnbuddy · 3 months

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Little obey me headcanons (pt 5)

A/n: God it’s been a while since I put out one of these things. Apologies yall, finals are terrifying but thankfully I passed all my classes, so yay! Anyways same thing as usual, though this one is mostly world building, so enjoy!

MC has an entire kitchen in their room. Bit weird to think of yes, but I just saw the dinning table in their room and the stuff behind it and it was the first thing that came to mind, the whole room is basically like an apartment but it’s no where near as big as the other brothers rooms. Also did you know that they had an entire kettle in their room???

Okay maybes it’s not a kettle more like a tea pot but you get the point, MC kitchen in room canon./hj

Mammon is infact not above stealing your stuff, has he sold any of it? No. Will you ever be getting it back? Also no. It’s been 4 years Mammon, MC wants their hoodie back.

RAD is basically the Harvard of the Devildom, of course there are other Ivy League schools throughout the realm, all ranked high in various categories and filled with various species, but if you really want to be a high ranking deadly demon then going to RAD is practically an requirement.

If you ever watched Steven Universe, you’d know that Garnet can give kisses that let you see into the future for a brief period of time. Barbatos can basically do the same thing, and can choose the amount of time that it lasts for, ranging from 3 hours to 4 days.

However it’s been MILLIONS upon MILLIONS of years since he’s done this and he’s never told anyone about it besides Diavolo, well until you of course. Just keep it a secret between the 3 of you all, will you?

Demon possession is in fact real, it’s sort of like a fucked up version of fusion, all the abilities and talents that you have can be accessed by your possessor, the strength that the two of you have is combined since like 93% of humans have no magic and it’s deadly wether you’re a human or a demon them punches are going to hit hard. Sloth demons are mainly the ones who have this ability.

If you ever get so lucky to the point where you get to me any of the Royals you MUST kiss their hand, it’s considered extremely rude and informal not to do so, doesn’t matter if it’s a woman, man, or a being with no hands at all and just a bunch of tentacles. You better find a way to kiss that damn hand. MC finds out about this by pure accident.

“Ah- Lord Diavolo, I’m sorry I didn’t even realize you were there.”

“Haha, no worries! It’s not common for most to not recognize me when I’m in the room!”

“Here, allow me to make it up to you…” *Smooch*

“…”

Typically Diavolo is very neutral when it comes to formal greetings since he technically gets them like every week but there was something about it being you giving him kisses on his hand that make him feel “butterflies in his stomach” as humans say.

Ever since then he’s demanded that you give him hand kisses every time you swag by the the Demon King’s castle, with a blush on his face of course.

There’s a three headed version of almost everything in the Devildom, it’s not just Cerberus, there’s three headed butterflies, cats, raccoons, rats (much to Barbatos dismay), and of course demons. No one knows exactly why, but most speculate it probably has something to do with the air.

No one is letting you die, there’s too many things that they want from you, too many things they want to give you, yet so little time to do so. You can scream at them, hate them forever, never talk to them again, but please for the love of god. Just don’t die.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me!#obey me diavolo #mammon #obey me barbatos #obey me barbie #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me mc #obey me x mc #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me belphagor #I’ll fix mammons name later lol

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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 7 months

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Hello :) if your requests are still open:

This is my first time requesting something so please ignore this if I‘m doing something wrong.

I saw the 150 Random Writing Prompts and was thinking of a jealous Hunter smut. (Or Echo, if you find it more fitting)

With

143.: “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

And if it’s ok ( I could not decide, sorry)

97.: if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

93.: say you want me, and i’m yours.”

Thanks 🙏🏻 You are an awesome writer!✨

Thank you so much for the request, anon! You did nothing wrong at all! I was able to work in all three, but I’m incapable of writing anything short, so this is kinda long - oops. Hope you like it! <3

Bonus point if you spot the Taylor Swift lyric I managed to weave in!

Green Doesn’t Suit You

With the whole squad safely back on Pabu, you settle into a comfortable civilian life. But the yearly Celestialis festival, said to bring good fortune for the next year to those who attend, brings with it something you never thought you’d have.

Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Word count: 6.5k

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: jealousy, friends to lovers, pet names, old lady shoving her oar in, Omega is a fantastic wing-woman, confessions of love, first kiss together, squint for possessiveness, being (lovingly) manhandled, first time together, oral (f!receiving), unprotected PiV, dirty talk, soft aftercare, all the fluffy feels.

The air was stifling, not only from the heat outside but the warmth emanating from both ovens in the kitchen of your new home on Pabu.

The house had been a gift – the fanciest gift you’d ever received – from Shep and the other island residents. A thank you for all the hard work you, the boys, and Omega had put into rebuilding their island after the freak tsunami.

All seven of you, living together in a space infinitely bigger than the Marauder or your old barracks. It was heaven.

“We still need to get those tanks moved.” Omega grumbled, grabbing a clean tray and loading it with the latest batch of cooled cookies you’d made. In the sitting room, just visible through the kitchen doorway, were two bacta tanks. Where Phee had managed to procure them from was still a mystery, but they’d saved Crosshair and Tech’s lives after you, Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker had stormed Mount Tantiss to rescue Omega and the twins. The brothers had been worse for wear – it was still a miracle Tech had survived his fall.

“I’ll speak to Phee in the morning.” You added it to your mental list, skirting around an open cabinet door.

Today was the Celestialis festival, where Pabu’s residents came together to wish for good fortune for the year ahead. Once Shep and the island’s organising committee had caught wind of how good your baking skills were, they’d pulled you into the fray. For weeks, you’d been planning and purchasing ingredients and trying different recipes. And for the last few days, you’d been baking all hours of day and night – with varying levels of assistance from Omega and her brothers.

Four years ago, when the war had broken out, you’d signed up as a civilian handler. Fresh out of college and with nothing lined up, it had seemed like a good idea. While other handlers stayed on Kamino and supported their squads from a distance, the moment you’d read the files for Clone Force 99, you’d known that you’d need to be at their side constantly. They had a habit of veering off track, and handling that from afar would only give you a permanent migraine. So, after signing a hefty waiver with the Kaminoans, you’d been handed some armour, a blaster, and directions to the hangar.

Three years, you’d fought alongside them, learning the best ways to manage them and their unique skill set, building bonds and friendships far deeper and more meaningful than anything you’d ever had before. This last year, since Order 66, had brought its own challenges, too, but it has also brought you Omega.

Grabbing another tray from a cupboard, you pass it over to the young girl, watching as she loads it up with more cookies. Sweat beads on the nape of your neck, and you sigh, lifting your hair to try and get some air to it.

Omega, forever perceptive, abandons the cookies to help tie your hair back. From a small pot on the counter, she goes to grab a hairband, but at the last minute, you redirect her to the strip of fabric that sits nearby, the two of you sharing a look.

It’s another hour before you’re ready to leave for the festival. The boys had headed out mid-afternoon to help set up, taking their dressier clothes with them to spare themselves the walk back to the house and to not get in your way as you finished up. As infuriating and stubborn as they could all be at times, their thoughtfulness was unparalleled.

Dragging wagons laden with treats up to the central plaza, you and Omega work quickly to lay out all the goodies on the tables Shep had set aside for you. You hoped there would be enough for everyone, especially as other food was on offer, too. Stepping back from the tables, you take a deep breath.

“Finally left the kitchen, eh?” Echo teases as he approaches, the rest of the boys in tow. He’d tried to help as best as he could over the last few days, but baking with one hand had been less than ideal. Ultimately, he’d sat at the kitchen table and kept you going with conversation and caff breaks. And he’d chased Hunter off a few times when that keen nose of his had brought him sniffing around for treats to ‘sample.’

You watch as Omega passes a star-shaped cookie over to Wrecker, and the delight on the big man’s face as he devours it fills you with pride. “If I step foot in that kitchen again at any point in the next two weeks, please shoot me.” You joke, the corners of your lips curling into a smile.

“Deal.” Crosshair teases, toothpick sliding to the other side of his mouth as he reaches for a Roonan lemon cookie. His appetite hadn’t returned much since his rescue from Mount Tantiss and time in the bacta tank, but he was trying to eat a little more each day so you wouldn’t worry about him.

“Hey!” You protest playfully, the boys chuckling as Crosshair takes a small bite, throwing you a wink. Light conversation flows between you all, broken up by the occasional island resident swinging by for some treats. The music starts, and more residents arrive, joining the festival’s spirit, dancing together and laughing.

Hunter can’t keep his eyes off you. For the last four years, he’s seen you in blacks and armour, with the recent addition of sweatpants around the house, and yet now you’re in a dress. A light and airy thing with delicate straps that cross over your shoulders, the fabric cinched in at your waist to accentuate the soft curves of your body. He’s sure it’s the same shade of aqua that paints his pauldrons, too. The thought has a strange sensation sweeping through his gut.

The sound of someone calling your name snatches his attention and drags his thoughts back to the present. As you turn towards the person calling for you, he can’t help but steal the opportunity to admire you. Eyes raking up your bare legs, across your hips and ass that he’s imagined grasping many times, over the smooth plane of your back to the curve of your neck and then…

The entire galaxy might as well cease to exist as his mind goes blank.

Wide brown eyes lock onto the scrap of red fabric keeping your hair up, and that strange sensation in his gut slams into him again. There, holding your hair up, is one of his spare bandanas.

His heart races, thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. A torrent of emotions surges within him. He wants to reach out to you, to pull you close and finally tell you how much you mean to him, but he holds himself back. He can't bear the thought of you not returning the sentiment. Maybe it had just been an accident. Maybe his bandana had been the closest thing available.

In the silence of his thoughts, he missed you excusing yourself to talk with one of the island’s elderly residents, who’d been calling you over.

“Smooth.” Crosshair deadpans, gaze flicking to Hunter as they watch you go, the rest of their siblings distracted by the food and music.

The slink of his brother’s voice pulls Hunter from his thoughts, and he frowns in Crosshair’s direction. “What?” He asks. They’d worked hard to reconcile ever since Crosshair had been deemed stable enough to leave the bacta tank – they’d broached difficult topics and mended a few bridges as they worked towards getting back to what they’d had before the Order had been given. It was slow and, at times, painful, but neither of them was willing to give up on each other again.

“You were staring at her like she’s pure aurodium. Not that I blame you…” Hawkish eyes slide towards Hunter, a smirk tugging at Crosshair’s lips as he watches his brother’s jaw clench and his head tilt, a hardness settling across his features.

Crosshair lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the slight rise he’d secured. “Green doesn’t suit you, vod.” He tosses the comment before snatching up a few more of your baked treats, striding away in search of a quiet place to perch. Crowds still bothered him, but he didn’t want to avoid the gathering altogether and feel like even more of an outcast.

Across the plaza, you’d reached Mrs. Magiere. The elderly lady had lived on the island for years and had slowly convinced her family to move across the galaxy and join her. She wandered the island around lunchtime, and you’d often crossed paths, sharing polite conversation.

Beside her stood an unfamiliar man. “There you are, dear. I want to introduce you to my grandson, Dax.” Mrs. Magiere reached for your hand, drawing you closer.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Dax.” You offered the man a smile. He was a little taller than you, with a slender build, perfectly coifed brown hair and piercing green eyes.

Dax tries to keep his gaze on your face, but his eyes betray him for a moment as he takes all of you in. You’re quite lovely, he must admit. “And you. My grandmother speaks very fondly of you.” He replies.

Mrs. Magiere looks between you both with glee. “Why don’t you two go and dance? My old bones can’t keep up anymore.” One of her hands finds your lower back, and she gives you a gentle nudge towards Dax.

Warmth sweeps across your cheeks caught off guard and a little uncomfortable, but Dax offers you a reassuring smile and his hand. Not wanting to cause a scene or upset anyone, you take it, letting him lead you towards the plaza’s centre where couples and families are dancing. He stops en route, snagging a delicate pink flower from one of the blossoming vines nearby. With careful hands, he slides it into your hair, leaning back to admire you.

“And here I thought you couldn’t be any more beautiful.” The compliment comes naturally to Dax as he retakes your hand, leading you to a small available spot amongst the dancing island residents.

The warmth in your cheeks grows, and all you can offer Dax is a small smile as he twirls you into his arms once you are amongst the crowd. Laughing softly, you let him lead, the few dance classes you’d taken at college helping you keep up with him.

“You did a wonderful job with the baked goods.” Dax lays another compliment on you, enjoying your bashful smile.

It felt good to be appreciated for all your hard work preparing for this evening, especially by those outside of your little family. “Thank you. What did you like the most?”

Turmoil rolls through Dax. Truth told, he hadn’t sampled any of the treats you’d so lovingly prepared, but he knew it was essential to compliment you. “The oat ones were delicious.” He takes a stab in the dark.

Your smile falters briefly before you fix it back into place. “I’m glad.” You lie in return, not pointing out that you hadn’t made oat cookies.

Standing off at the side of the plaza, it took no time for Hunter to find you amongst the crowd. Over the years, he’d memorised the sound of your heartbeat and the delicate whisper of your voice as the light breeze carried it to him. His eyes found you, and his brows furrowed as he watched you gracefully twirl in the arms of another man, a torrent of emotions churning within him. Jealousy, like a venomous snake, coiled around his heart, injecting poison into his every thought.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The woman he loved, whose smile could light up his darkest days, was now smiling at someone else. Insecurity gnawed at him, an unpleasant feeling he thought he’d long buried during his cadet days.

He longed to be the one guiding you across the dance floor, holding you as though you were the most precious thing in the galaxy. The realisation that someone else was experiencing that privilege grated on him.

“I don’t like him.” Omega’s voice snapped Hunter from his spiralling thoughts, and he glanced down to see her standing at his side, her own eyes watching you and the unfamiliar man dance.

“Hm, neither do I.” Hunter comments, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you twirl again.

It was no secret to Omega how much you and Hunter loved one another, and she was getting tired of neither of you doing anything about it. “Then, why don’t you go dance with her?” She asked, injecting as much innocence into her voice as she could muster, wide eyes turning up to look at her brother.

Hunter sighed. Omega had a point – he could quickly end this torture.

“Mind if I cut in?” The smoky rasp of Hunter’s voice interrupted your dance, and you turned towards him, offering him a bright smile.

The smile Dax had been wearing dissipated, a faint clench to his jaw as he shook his head while the music changed to something softer. “Not at all.” He lied, taking his hands from you. His grandmother had told him about the man who’d interrupted, with half of his face shrouded in darkness, and had warned him that you were close. Not willing to go easily, Dax lifted one of your hands to his lips, holding your gaze as he pressed a kiss to the back of it before stepping away a small distance. He’d wait nearby for another turn.

Your bright smile turned a little uneasy as Dax pressed a kiss to your hand, but relief had your shoulders sagging as Hunter stepped forward, sliding one arm around your waist to pull you close, your hand resting on his shoulder. He took your other hand with his free one, fingers interlacing. “Thank you for the save.” You murmured gratefully, knowing that with his hearing, you didn’t need to raise your voice to be heard above the music.

“Always.” Hunter’s answer leaves no room for doubt as he gently leads, moving you both in a slow sway. He can’t help but revel in your closeness. Every touch, every brush of your hand against his, feels electrifying, making his heart race with desire. Your warm body is pressed to his, his senses overwhelmed with you.

Warmth and security flood your body with the press of Hunter’s hand on your lower back, igniting a desire to be even closer. The rest of the galaxy can’t reach you here, tucked safely in his arms, and for a moment, you allow yourself to forget about everything that’s happened over the last four years – all the pain and bloodshed, all the horrors and tears. Through it all, Hunter has been a steady presence.

As you sift through the good memories, certain moments stand out. There was that day at the lake on Kintan, where the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The two of you had sat side by side, another successful mission under your belt, your laughter dancing in the air. You remember stealing glances at him, the way the sunlight had caught in his eyes, adding more warmth than you thought possible to those endless pools of brown.

Then there were the late-night conversations while you were deep in hyperspace, where you’d lose track of time, sharing dreams, fears, and secrets. Hunter’s voice, soft yet determined, painted a vivid picture of what he wanted from life after the war.

You could only hope those wants had changed.

Hunter drew his senses in, letting the crowd in the plaza fade into the background as he focused on you, the steadiness of your heartbeat, the feel of your hand in his and your bodies pressed together, and the subtle change to your scent. “You smell different.” He comments, curious eyes finding yours.

“If anyone else said that to me, I’d stomp on their foot.” You laugh, a little caught off guard by the statement. “I…” You trail off, the warmth that had faded from your cheeks now returning. “I stopped wearing perfume while knee-deep in the war, but now we’re out the other side of it. I thought I might try it again.” You admit, head dipping bashfully, before worry laces through you. “Is it too much? I aimed for something I hoped wouldn’t bother you and your senses.”

Lips parting at your answer, Hunter blinks with disbelief. Here you were in a sweet little dress, one of his bandanas keeping your hair up, and now you’d dropped on him that you were wearing a perfume picked out with his heightened senses in mind. He groans, desire churning through his veins. “Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really just that oblivious?”

Freezing, you think for a moment that you’ve misheard him. “What?” You question softly.

Hunter realises his mistake, but it’s too damn late to take the words back.

In the following pause, neither of you moving, simply staring at one another, Dax spots his opportunity and steps forward. “Can I cut back in?”

Hunter has to actively stop himself from grunting in frustration at the interruption. “We’re not done.” He tells him politely, making sure to keep his eyes on you. He knows he has to say something to you. “Cyar’ika, I…”

Dax huffs, finding it unfair that this man had swooped in and stolen you mid-dance and refused to let him back in. “Look, bud-“

Something snaps in Hunter, and his head whips to the side, eyes narrowing at the man you’d been dancing with. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help the Maker…” He growls out the threat, no longer caring that he’s being rude. This was too important. You were too important.

Your jaw drops, and you watch in disbelief as Hunter threatens Dax. Your heart races, and for a moment, the tension in the air is palpable. Dax, a bit taken aback by Hunter’s sudden intensity, raises his hands in a placating gesture.

“Whoa, whoa, man.” Dax stammers, realising he’s pushed Hunter’s patience to the limit. He steps back, allowing some space between him and the seething clone.

Hunter takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, regaining his composure. He turns back to you, his eyes softening as he tries to find the right words. "Cyar'ika, I'm sorry. It’s just... I need to talk to you.”

Your heart still races, but now it’s not just from the tension between the two men. You look into Hunter’s eyes searchingly. “What is it?” you ask, your voice filled with concern.

Keeping hold of your hand, Hunter leads you away from the crowd, finding a quiet corner of the plaza where you can talk in peace. The silence lingers for a few minutes as he struggles to find the right words, scrubbing his free hand over his face, having never anticipated this moment would come.

Unable to bear seeing him so stressed, you step closer, resting a hand against his chest. His heart thuds heavy under your palm. “H…” You breathe the little nickname you’d given him shortly after joining them all those years ago, which breaks him out of his funk.

“You’re a kaleidoscope of everything beautiful in this galaxy.” He blurts out, catching you off guard. “Your kindness, the way you listen, how you look after everyone around you — you’ve had me captivated since the day you waltzed onto the Marauder like you owned the damn thing and introduced yourself. And now, it’s terrifying to think of my life without you in it.” Once the words start, he can’t stop them.

“And I know we’ve been friends for years, and I value that more than anything in the galaxy. But seeing him dance with you and thinking of him doing it again…” Hunter huffs, trying desperately not to get worked up. “I mean, cyar’ika, the colour…” He gestures to your dress with his free hand. “And you’re using my bandana to keep your hair up, and you picked out a perfume with me in mind...” He trails off, knowing he’s shared so much that he can’t return from it, but Maker does it feel good to get the weight off his shoulders.

A small smile weaves onto your lips, even though you know you shouldn’t be happy, given the man you love is clearly stressed. “What if I told you none of it was accidental?” You murmur, your hand on his chest smoothing across the firm plane of muscle. “That you didn’t misplace your right pauldron the other week – I borrowed it to colour match. And I purposefully asked Omega to use your bandana earlier when she was tying up my hair.” You confess, eyes darting up to watch as surprise paints itself on his handsome features.

“You know, I’ve spent countless nights replaying moments in my head, wondering if you ever picked up on how my heart races when you’re near or how I can’t keep my eyes off you when we’re together. I didn’t want to make things awkward or ask for something neither of us could give in the middle of a war. But we’ve made it out the other side, so…” It’s your turn to trail off.

Your words hung in the air, and Hunter’s heart began to race, his body swirling with so many emotions it was difficult to grasp onto any of them. A rush of warmth surged through him, from the tips of his fingers to the depths of his soul. Gazing into your eyes, all he finds is pure, unwavering honesty. Your sincerity was a balm to his fears.

Hunter’s silence unnerves you, but you’re not backing out now. Not when the promise of something so much sweeter is tantalisingly close. “Say you want me, and I’m yours.” You whisper.

Hunter’s gaze never wavers from yours, and a flicker of relief crosses his eyes as he realises that this isn’t a cruel joke or an illusion. It’s real. The tension between you seems to crackle with anticipation as he takes a deep breath, finally finding the words he’s been searching for. “I’ve wanted you since the day you walked onto the Marauder.” He admits softly, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. “I’ve tried to be strong, to protect you and the rest of the squad, to not let my feelings get the better of me. But I can’t deny it any longer. I want you with every beat of my heart, every breath I take.”

His confession sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the intensity of his desire in the way he holds you and the way he looks at you. There’s no turning back now.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Hunter leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The world around you fades into obscurity, and it’s just the two of you finally giving in to the magnetic pull that has existed between you for so long. The kiss is a promise, a declaration of all the unspoken feelings and desires built up over the years.

As your lips parted, Hunter rested his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged with emotion. “I want you, and I’m yours.” He whispers, his voice filled with love and longing.

A radiant smile spreads across your face, and you reply, “I’m yours too, Hunter. Always.”

His smile matches your own as he pulls back a little, though his fingers remain on your face, now stroking across your jawline. “Want to get out of here?”

Teeth sinking into your lower lip, you nod. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Hunter’s eyes twinkle with excitement and relief as he takes your hand and leads you away from the plaza, slipping down side streets towards your home. As you walk hand in hand, you can feel the electric connection between you two, a spark that has finally ignited into a full-blown flame.

Halfway there, Hunter pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your waist as he tucks you against the side of a building, his lips finding yours. His kisses are hungry, filled with longing and desire, as if he’s been waiting forever for this moment. And in truth, he feels like he has.

As the kiss breaks, your laughter echoes in the stillness of the night, smile as bright as the stars above as he disentangles from you, drawing you out of the shadows and back towards the house. As you reach the front door, he stops, his free hand moving to your hair, plucking the flower from Dax free. Carelessly, he drops it to the floor.

“Hunter!” You exclaim, watching the delicate bloom hit the pebbled path beneath your feet.

Something dark shines in his eyes, sending a thrill through you. “The only things in your hair should be my bandana,” his hand reaches for your ponytail, giving it a gentle tug as he leans in, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Or my hands.”

Breath catching, Hunter’s lips meet yours for a passionate kiss. The front door is pushed open, and you’re guided inside, steady hands grasping at your hips as he kicks the door shut behind you both.

Heart thudding as both of Hunter’s hands cup your face; you sink into his touch as his tongue slides between your lips, tasting you. He leads you up the stairs, refusing to break the kiss for even a moment as you reach his room. One hand leaves your face to push the bedroom door shut, and a moment later, you’re pressed up against it, Hunter’s body pining you in place, an arm resting on the door above your head, caging you in. That earlier sense of safety creeps back through you.

Tearing his lips from yours, Hunter’s chest heaves with each breath, a fire licking its way through his veins as you both open your eyes, gazing at one another for a split second. His head dips, mouth leaving a trail of delicate kisses along your throat, groaning as you tilt to give him better access, the prettiest moan sliding from your lips as he laves a kiss to the juncture where your shoulder and neck meet, following it with a quick, gentle nip.

Knees shaking, your fingers find the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one until you can push the fabric off his body. The rough pads of his fingers drag across your bare thighs, breath stuttering as the hem of your dress meets his grasp. He breaks contact just long enough to lean back and lift the garment over your head, letting it fall to the floor.

“Fuck…” Hunter curses quietly, eyes roving over your exposed body, the curves and dips of your frame, the swell of your bare breasts. A needy groan escapes him as he realises your panties match the dress, too.

Before self-consciousness can creep in, he’s dragging you to the bed with a hungry kiss, pushing you back onto it, kiss breaking as your back meets the soft mattress. For a moment, you both pause, drinking the other in. There’s a wildness in Hunter’s eyes you’ve never seen before, a warmth in your cheeks at how his eyes devour you. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times – while sparring or coming out of the fresher, changing, or patching up wounds, but now you can look.

His broad shoulders taper to his narrow waist, and his tanned, toned skin begs to be touched. Half of him is shrouded in black ink, and a burning desire to drag your nails over the ridges of his abs has you licking your lips.

Hunter’s not faring much better, either. The sight of you sprawled on his bed in nothing but a scrap of aqua fabric, lips kiss-swollen, his bandana still in your hair, and your gorgeous tits exposed has him itching to fuck you on every surface, to fill the room with the scent of your arousal and make you scream his name over and over again. “Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.” Hunter breaks the momentary silence, reaching down to palm himself through his pants.

The action draws your gaze downwards, and you watch delightfully as the man you love gives himself a stroke through the fabric.

Hunter’s nostrils flare, picking up on how the simple action drew more of your heady scent from between your thighs. At the foot of the bed, he slowly sinks down onto his knees, eyes never once leaving you. If you smell that delicious, he can only imagine how you’ll taste.

Propped up on your forearms, you watch as Hunter sinks down between your thighs, those warm brown eyes focused solely on you. Fingers skim up your calves, feather-light, gently pressing your legs wider as they reach your knees. His head turns inwards, gazes breaking as he presses soft kisses to your thighs, tongue leaving small, slow licks in their wake. He takes his time savouring you, savouring the moment.

Lips brush across the juncture between your thigh and hip, sucking small marks against your skin before Hunter buries his face against your clothed pussy, eyes shut as he presses his nose against your clit, inhaling deeply. Your scent pulls a low growl from him, the vibrations making you gasp. “So wet already. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” Hunter vows, tongue pressing forward to lick across the damp fabric of your panties, making your breath stutter at the contact as your head thunks back down onto the mattress, eyes screwing shut.

Fingers prying the material down your legs, Hunter dives back between your thighs, dragging the flat of his tongue through your soaked folds, delighting in the way your hips buck and you cry out. He was right; you taste even more delicious than you smell, and he groans at your tang on his tongue.

Drawing your legs over his shoulders, he settles in, licking long, broad strokes across your pussy, familiarising himself with you. His senses home in on you, mind cataloguing every slight noise you make, every jerk of your hips, the way your breath quickens when his tongue skirts oh so close to your entrance and then circles around your clit.

Needy little whines escape you, every nerve in your body alight as Hunter teases you, lips and tongue exploring you, his nose bumping against your clit to send sparks of desire surging through you. Warmth pools in your belly, and it only grows as the wet warmth of his tongue presses against your entrance, dipping in. “Hunter…” You moan out his name, fingers burrowing into his hair as you cant your hips, grinding against his face.

Pride blooms in Hunter’s chest at your response, and he keeps going a little longer before he flicks his tongue up and across your clit, the sounds of your cries of delight like music to his ears. Hands grasping at your thighs, he presses your legs up, almost folding you in half as his tongue sweeps side to side, teasing his way back down your pussy as he has greater access.

The change in angle makes you moan, free hand clawing at the sheets while your hips rock, chasing the delight of his mouth. A light suck on your clit makes you gasp, the warmth in your belly building with every swipe of his talented tongue. Dragging his tongue around the edge of your folds, he draws an arch, skirting around the top of your clit again. “Hunter, please.” You crack, desperate for him.

You feel him smile against you, releasing one of your thighs, fingers roaming up your body until his tattooed hand gently squeezes one of your breasts. His mouth is relentless, tongue finding your clit, firmly moving side to side over the sensitive bud as those talented fingers of his tweak your pebbled nipple.

The warmth crescendos, spilling over, and you cry out his name as your release slams into you, making your body shudder, gasping for breath at its intensity.

Hunter works you through the high, and as you whine at the overstimulation, his mouth leaves you, fingers letting go of your nipple to smooth over the soft skin of your breast. “Beautiful.” He whispers reverently, tongue darting out to lick his lips and drink up the taste of you as he watches you come down from the high, your heavy-lidded eyes opening to meet his gaze.

With your hand in his hair, you guide him up your body, small hums of delight leaving you as he peppers kisses across your stomach and chest, laving little licks across your breasts as he drags you further up the bed. He breaks away for a second, using one hand to remove his belt and shuck off his pants.

You watch as he strips completely, acres of tanned skin finally revealed. As he ditches his boxers, his hard cock springs free, and your tongue darts out to wet your lips, thighs parting a little wider. You relish the low groan the action pulls from him before he takes himself in hand, fist sliding along his shaft for a few pumps. He’s average in length but thicker than you expected - anticipation coils through you.

He prowls up the bed, settling above you, letting a little of his weight rest against you. Dark eyes meet yours, and you can’t hold back your smile, fingers reaching up to trace along his face. Drawing his head down, you steal a kiss, letting the moment build as your eyes flutter shut, tongues brushing together. Hunter shifts above you, resting his weight on one hand while the other dips between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his cock as he teases the velvety head through your soaked folds. Achingly slowly, he presses forward, your lips parting as you let out a soft moan at the stretch as he eases into you inch by inch.

“That’s it, cyar’ika. Maker, you’re so pretty, taking all of me like a good girl.” He whispers against your lips, enjoying how your breathing changes and your heart races at his words. You feel like heaven as he bottoms out, hips flush against you, chests pressed together as his hand moves back to the side of your head, redistributing his weight.

The stretch as Hunter fills you is exquisite, and your eyes open to gaze up at him in awe that this is happening – that this incredible man is yours. The first slow roll of his hips has your head tilting backwards, a breathy sigh filling the room.

The pace builds, your hands reaching for him, dragging up his back and down his flanks, nails scraping along flushed skin, making him grunt at the combination of pleasure and pain. Desire coils through you, building with every thrust of his hips, every drag of his cock as he pulls out to the tip and pushes back in. He leans down to kiss you, demanding tongue sliding between your lips to taste you.

“You’re so good for me, so fucking good around me. Made for me.” Hunter growls and the sound of your bodies meeting creates a background of white noise. “Won’t last long, baby. You feel too good. Fucking dreamed of this.” He adds, supporting his weight with one hand again, thrusts never faltering as he reaches down to grasp one of your legs, hauling it up. He presses a kiss to your ankle before he pushes your leg towards your chest, the change in angle enabling him to thrust into you even deeper.

Eyes falling shut once again as he drives you closer to the edge, you whine and whimper as his cock repeatedly rubs against your g-spot. The hand he’d used to pry your leg up moves to your breast, fingers tweaking your pebbled nipple again before he gently squeezes. Your name falls from his lips, raspy alongside his command. “Come for me.”

Between his hands, cock, and voice, you’re powerless to resist. Fingers scrambling at his body for purchase, your back arches as you cry out his name, desire bubbling over into a rush of euphoria that sweeps through your body and momentarily renders you speechless. Tremors wrack through you, toes curling as you desperately pant for breath, hazy eyes opening to look up at him.

Feeling you come apart, watching you fall into pleasure beneath him, was more than Hunter could’ve ever asked for. You were beautiful every day, but lost in the throes of an orgasm he’d given you? You were divine. He could feel the pressure building, feel himself teetering on that edge.

“Where?” The roughness of Hunter’s voice caresses you, warm puffs of his breath tickling your ear from where he’s bent down to bring you both even closer, caging you under him as his thrusts grow sloppy, muscles taut under your hands.

“In me, please.” You whisper back, and the deep moan he lets out will forever be seared into your mind.

Hunter gives a few final thrusts before he presses in as deep as he can, a guttural sound leaving him as his eyes screwed shut, thighs shaking as he hits his own peak, the pressure evaporating into molten bliss as he gives you everything. Slowly, the pleasure pulls back, like the tide, and he swallows thickly as his eyes open, breath catching at the sight of you.

You’re gazing up at him like he hung all the stars in the galaxy, indescribable love woven through your features. Carefully, he lowers your raised leg, fingers rubbing to return some of the feeling as his lips meet yours with a tenderness that could only come from years of shared moments, mouths moving in perfect harmony, a slow, sensuous exploration of one another.

Hand sliding to your waist, Hunter holds you still as he gently eases himself out of you, shifting to lay on his side, drawing you against his chest.

You nestle into his embrace. Your fingers trace the contours of his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. The years of laughter and tears, the countless shared experiences, and the trust built over time have all culminated in this moment.

Hunter presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, and you can feel the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. He draws lazy circles on your back, a comforting motion that brings you a sense of security and belonging.

With your bodies pressed together, you both revel in the aftermath of your lovemaking. The room is filled with a peaceful stillness, and you listen to the soft melody of your combined breaths, knowing that this love is the anchor that holds you both steady in a still-turbulent galaxy.

#Soarings Ask Box #the bad batch x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #hunter x reader #hunter x you #the bad batch hunter x you #sergeant hunter #hunter bad batch #hunter the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #tbb hunter x reader #star wars clone wars

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deadpresidents · 4 months

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How accurate is this?

I think they have most of the Presidents in the right spot, but there are a couple of massive mistakes. Gerald Ford and Franklin Pierce should actually be in "Life of the Party".

Franklin Pierce was one of the most popular people in Congress because he liked to drink and party so much. He basically had to quit politics because his wife hated how much fun he was having -- and when she found out that he had been nominated for President after he secretly allowed his supporters to float him as a candidate in 1852, she fainted. He didn't become emo Franklin Pierce until after all his kids died (which, to be fair, can be a downer) and his wife started believing that God took them so that he wouldn't be distracted from his work. That was a marital argument that he had a hard time winning once he got elected President behind-her-back and their last surviving son was killed in a gruesome train accident right before his inauguration. But back in his Congressional days, he was a blast.

Gerald Ford was always the most popular guy in the room whether it was in school, in a football locker room, on a ship in the Pacific Ocean in World War II, in a law office, in the House of Representatives, or in the White House. Nobody had anything bad to say about Gerald Ford when he died, and that was a pretty amazing accomplishment for a lifelong politician who lived until he was 93. And if you don't think Gerald Ford knew how to party, don't forget that the world's most famous substance abuse rehabilitation facility was established by and named after his wife, Betty.

Ronald Reagan was great on television and he was devoted to his wife, Nancy, but he was not the life of the party. His first wife, actress Jane Wyman, divorced him partly because of that. While he was genial and good-natured and good company, there are many, many stories of "friends" who had known him for decades being shocked when he would come up and introduce himself as if it was the first time. There was always a distance and intense privacy to him according to his biographers.

I love John Adams, but he himself would be offended if you said he was "somewhat fun." He was a grumpy and serious genius.

Benjamin Harrison's nickname was "the human iceberg," and that should probably be its own category. James K. Polk belongs in that category with him because as writer Charles G. Sellers wrote, "Politics had become his whole life aside from which he had no aspirations, intellectual interests, recreation, or even friendships."

Andrew Jackson did have a giant block of cheese at his Inaugural reception, but he also ditched the party.

#Presidents #History #Presidential History #Politics

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Moving

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

25 Days of Christmas Day 7

Request: And They Were Roommates: #19 "Pack your things. We’re moving out. there’s a spider in the kitchen." Prompts: #37 "I think I may be slightly more drunk than I thought." #70 "I didn’t tell you that I love you because I wanted to hear it back. I told you because I needed you to know." #81 "Is this the moment that we kiss?" Wild Card: Accidentally blurting out "I love you" during a conversation // "Whatever you do, don’t make a sound."

Word Count: 1.1k Genre: crack, fluff

A/N: for @ohtokki — Laura, I really meant this to be fluffier and everything but I got a little carried away and it made me giggle a lot to write it so I hope that you like it <33 Bonus prompt: #93 "Don’t argue. Just do it."

“Get on the table, Kiyoo!” That was the first thing that Kiyoomi heard when he stepped into his shared apartment. That, immediately followed by a tug on his shirt as you tugged at him to join you on the higher surface.

“What?” He cinched his eyebrows together as he looked at you thoroughly confused. “Why would I-”

"Don’t argue. Just do it." You cut him off and tugged more. He groaned and tilted his head back before clambering up to crouch on the table with you.

“Can you tell-” He glared as you cut him off with a soft ‘shh’ and a finger to your lips. His soft eye roll didn’t stop him from complying, however; lowering his voice to a whisper. “Y/n,” you hummed softly in acknowledgement, “why are we on the coffee table right now.”

“Listen carefully Kiyoomi.” You whispered, giving him a deadly serious look. "Whatever you do, don’t make a sound." Kiyoomi stared at you, lips parting in confusion and eyes widening, a look that clearly conveyed he thought you’d hit your head. “It can hear you Kiyoomi. They sense your fear!”

He sighed but decided to play along with what he was sure was your game of the night. “What can sense your fear? What are you scared of?”

“Okay, here’s the plan.” You muttered, ignoring him and waving your hands. Kiyoomi was sure that you had lost it while he was gone for the day. He’d have to have you committed and find a new roommate. But he couldn’t help the small smile on his lips as you whispered adamantly, ready to spell out a whole escape plan. “So, I think we’re safe here right now, but if it senses us it’ll follow us out here.”

“What is going to follow us?”

“Hush, Kiyoo, lemme finish!” You whined lightly as you eyed the entrance to the kitchen across the room. “Okay so, once we get down, we run.” You nodded and Kiyoomi caught himself watching the way your head bobbed gently, eyes determined with a small sparkle. He chuckled lightly as he watched you. “You gotta pack your things.” His attention snapped back to your words and he tilted his head in confusion. “But only the essentials! No time!” You exclaimed quietly, turning your gaze back to him for confirmation that he heard you.

“Slow down.” Kiyoomi requested, shaking his head lightly as he tried to keep up. “What are we doing?”

“We’re moving out.” You looked at him seriously. He shook his head as if that would help him hear better, blinking at you slowly. “Kiyoomi, there’s a spider in the kitchen, we’re leaving."

You looked so serious about it but Kiyoomi couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the absurdness of it all. “Kiyoo!” You drew out his name in disbelief.

“I’m sorry.” He laughed again, and tucked his head low, trying to stifle his laughter. “I thought there was something really wrong.”

“Kiyoo, it was huge! We can’t live here anymore!” You exclaimed as Kiyoomi’s laugh echoed and got a little louder.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He chuckled as he looked back up at you, his eyes sparkling as he bit his lip, laugh bubbling out of him again. You whined his name again and he laughed. “God, I’m sorry I love you.” He froze as soon as the words left his mouth, his eyes widening as he realized what he’d just said. “Fuck.” He breathed out.

“I’m sorry, what?” You stared at him in shock, blinking at him in disbelief.

“Oh wow.” Kiyoomi, sat down on top of the table, shaking his head lightly. "I think I may be slightly more drunk than I thought." It was then that you remembered that the reason he’d come home late was because the team had convinced him to go out. Then, that you noticed his cheeks were a little pinker that usual, curls a little messier as he sat there, breathing a little uneven.

“Kiyoomi, did you-” You swallowed as you sat, suddenly forgetting about the spider predicament in the other room. You cleared your throat as you looked at him and he looked back up at you, smile softly on his lips.

“Well, cat’s out of the bag I suppose.” He chuckled lightly as he stared at you. He took a deep breath and twitched his nose a bit. “I love you.” He let out a soft snort right then too. “I’m glad I’m drunk.”

“Kiyoo-”

"Listen,” he mumbled, shaking his head again, “I didn’t tell you that I love you because I wanted to hear it back.” He quirked a smile as he watched your face contort, trying to process the information being thrown at you. “I don’t need to hear it back. I told you because I needed you to know."

“Kiyoo-”

“I know that-”

“Kiyoo, shut up!” You exclaimed, tired of being cut off by the man. He looked softer like this, when his guard wasn’t up and he wasn’t glaring at something. Vulnerable, baring his feelings to you, in a way that was totally him. Blunt and to the point, not at all dancing around the truth. You decided to pay him the same courtesy. “Kiyoomi, I love you too, you dumbass.”

“You do?” It was his turn to look at you shocked now, eyes wide. It was like he was frozen in place, brain trying to catch up to the words his ears heard. He chuckled as he leaned forward slightly, small smile on his lips as he finally processed the words. “You do.”

You nodded lightly, trying to bite back the laughter that bubbled in your chest. “So.” You drew out the word with a puff of air out your nose. "Is this the moment that we kiss?"

“Yeah.” Kiyoomi smiled as he leaned towards you. His arm quickly wrapped around your waist as he drew you closer to him. You easily fell on top og him with a laugh that was quickly silence by his lips on yours.

“Hey Kiyoo,” you mumbled as you pulled away from him slightly. He hummed in acknowledgement, lips trying to chase yours down again. “We still have to move because of the spider.”

Kiyoomi let out a loud laugh as shook his head at you, bright smile on his lips. “Oh my god, shut up.” He chuckled as he pressed his lips against yours again.

#𓇻 fics

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ufonaut · 5 months

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What are your favorite JSA designs ?

that's a very broad question given that you didn't specify which incarnation of the jsa but i'll go with a random assortment of some of my favorite members from all over :)

alan scott

there's just no beating paul reinman as far as i'm concerned! a couple designs have come close (paul smith in the golden age 1993 and eduardo barreto in all-american comics 1999 as well as mikel janin's current work on justice society of america 2022 all come to mind) but mr reinman had it all figured out all the way back in comic cavalcade 1942. the ideal alan is old hollywood handsome and just about the biggest guy in the room at all times but with rounded edges too, the kinda physique born out of physical work during his years on the railroad and later maintained by the starheart. james robinson certainly isn't wrong when he says "no one else's that tall" in tga '93 #2!

jay garrick

in contrast to alan, jay's gotta be all thin and lanky (and relatively short although he doesn't quite look it) and john byrne's the man for the job through his jsa arc in wonder woman 1987 #130-133. diego olortegui's work on jay garrick: the flash 2023 is also entirely ideal to me -- that's the jay i know and love!

jonathan law

the fantastic tarantula costume from all-star squadron is already a redesign of his original 1940s costume (which was a bit too kirby-era sandman for everybody's taste) but the gunfighter-esque look paul smith gave him in the golden age 1993 is beyond anything. so good it's unreal.

rex tyler

peter snejbjerg's hourman. perfection. something wildly deeply charming to me about the clean lines and the manic energy of his three-issue appearance in starman 1994 #77-79, perfectly in character for my ol' pal rexy. there's plenty of great hourmen out there, this one's mine :)

ted knight

it's not even worth pretending anyone has ever topped emil gershwin's work on starman or ever will. my god, it's extraordinary. it's something else entirely. emil's brief run on adventure comics 1938 was utter perfection, and that's saying something considering he followed jack burnley whose work on ted was already gorgeous!

johnny quick

mort meskin's sense of motion, his lithe lean playful impossibly dynamic johnny quick... that's the stuff of legends. it doesn't get better than meskin on more fun comics 1936, and the classics are classics for a reason.

jim corrigan

i mean, jim aparo's hard boiled detective throughout wrath of the spectre 1988. what else is there to say!

#asks #anon #alan scott #jay garrick #jonathan law #rex tyler #johnny chambers #jim corrigan #green lantern #the flash #the tarantula #hourman #johnny quick #the spectre #jsa

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Hi love.

Can I ask for no.93 , no.91 and no.28 with Aegon and Aemond x reader.

She's Rhaenyra daughter , and she have secret affair with both her uncles because they are just obsessed with her.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

93) “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”

91) “Aww, is my little princess/prince getting shy?”

28) “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

The passionate touches coming your way was enough to have your mind dizzy as Aemond pulled you into the room. It wasn’t long before he had found you after you and your family arrived back into the capitol. “Aemond..” You whimpered out as his lips once again found your own.

He only hummed and quickly reached for your lips again and again as he gently backed you towards his bed. His hands reached for your arse and began to palm you. “It’s been too long.” The Prince whispered. His touches became softer now as he rested his head against you. “I’ve missed you.” You hummed, brushing your noses together.

He only hummed once more as you looped your arms around his neck before gently falling back on his bed. Giggles escaped you as Aemond instantly crawled over you. His hands moving to your dress. “Can you not wait?” You whispered as your head gently fell back onto the pillows behind you.

“No..” Aemond answered shortly before finding your soft lips. His hands eagerly move your dress from you. His hands moving to gently palm at your breasts and soft whimpers easily fell from you. “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.” Aemond purred.

You blushed and whined before hiding into the pillows as the Prince moved to settle between your legs. His larger hand slowly moving up your inner thigh now before he gently cupped your soaked pussy. His thumb moved over your clit as you arched from the bed. Even after so long together; it all still felt so new.

“Starting without me?” The familiar voice of Aegon entered the room as he slowly stepped closer. “Aegon..” You whispered out as your head fell to the side. Your eyes followed him as your blush only deepened. All the while your other Prince teased you; two of his slender fingers slipped inside you.

“Oh gods..” You whimpered and your soaked walls were already tightening around him as he curled them. The smirks on both faces of the Princes had you blushing and whimpering for what was to come. Those hungry eyes of Aegon’s moved over your body and had you trying to hide some more.

“Aww, is my little Princess getting shy?” The Prince taunted as he moved to not so gently cup your face. “Shut up..” You whined and tugged Aemond closer as if he would protect you. Your hips are sweetly rocking to him. Aemond only chuckled into your ear before hotly mouthing at your neck.

Your eyes rolled as his hand moved to palm at your breast. Your stomach tightening as he deliciously added a third finger inside you. Aemond leaned in and began to hotly kiss down your inner thigh. Aegon cupped your face and had you looking at him before he lent and passionately captured your soft lips.

You whimpered and your eyes flashed open at the feel of Aemond’s hot mouth engulfing your soaked, sensitive pussy. “Oh gods..” You whimpered against your prince’s lips as he deepened it. Your tongues met and danced as Aemond’s own one began to tease you, circling your clit quickly.

You hadn’t even realised as your hands moved to tug on his hair. Aegon’s hands grabbing your breasts with passion. He pinched your nipples roughly as you arched and whined his name so prettily. “You’ve been gone too long.” Aegon whispered into your ear before hotly kissing down your neck; marking you.

Your fingers found his hair too as you rocked against Aemond. He only moaned; sending vibrations onto you. Your legs shook as you grabbed at his hair. The chuckles sounding out had you blushing madly. You softly moaned when Aegon gently guided his hard cock into your hot mouth.

You clutched at Aemond’s hair once more as his fingers moved to play. Your moans moved against your Prince’s cock. “Fuck, so good.” Aegon purred as he looked down at you before slowly pushing you down to take more of him. “It’s okay, you can pull my hair as hard as you want when I’m between your legs.” Aemond purred.

You realised then that you were rocking against his face. Your fingers tugging on his hair without care. Aegon chuckled as he watched you blush but you couldn’t focus for long as Aemond slipped three of his fingers inside you. Your eyes widened whilst Aegon only smirked. Your tongue slowly moved up and down his length as you bobbed your head.

You gagged and it soon became sloppy as he kept you against his stomach. His whole cock inside your hot mouth. Your eyes rolled back as your stomach tightened in such pleasure. Aemond’s palm hitting your sensitive clit with each movement. Aegon’s hand moved into your hair and guided you.

You couldn’t stop yourself from squirting around his fingers as you leaned from Aegon’s cock. You softly gasped for air but the Prince soon pushed you back down. You whined and wiggled but Aemond’s hold kept you down. Your scream of pleasure was muted as the Prince pushed his aching, hard cock into your still spasming pussy.

Your eyes rolled as you moaned and sucked on Aegon’s head. Your tongue swirling as your soft spot was punished. “Good girl. Our good girl.” Aemond purred as he fucked you harder. The sounds of bodies slapping together echoed around the room as they groaned in pleasure. Aegon’s hold only tightening.

He began to thrust into your mouth and all you could do was take it. Your wetness continued to fall down your inner thighs as Aemond easily fucked you. His slender fingers moved over your twitching pussy before he pinched your clit. They enjoyed to torture you and you enjoyed more than you should.

“Hmm, so good.” Aegon whispered his praises as he slowly moved to his climax. Your hot mouth was heaven as you sucked and bobbed your head quickly. His head fell back as the pleasure ripped through him and he released inside your hot mouth. You took all he gave you like you always did.

Aegon leaned in and passionately captured your soft lips, taking your breath away once more. You grabbed onto him as your breasts brushed against his bare chest as Aemond took his pleasure. You could only fall back and reach for anything to steady yourself as your climax soon began to return.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #kink meme #request

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friendly-books · 4 days

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Dresden files Skin Game live blog

Dresden files Skin Game

“Hadn’t shown up or spoken to me for more than a year.” pg. 9 It’s been more than a year!?

“Parkour” pg. 10 Ha

“This guy just sounded…British” pg. 13 Interesting

“Did you hear me, Warden? Piss. Off.” pg. 13 Ha

“Someone who needs to be here. Go away boy.” pg. 13 Even more interesting Is this the original Merlin? No this guy is speaking modern British English. Do we know for certain that current Merlin isn’t body snatched?

“I HAVE SUPPRESSED THE PARASITE FOR NOW.” pg. 14 Bonnie! Can Mab and Deamonreach stop calling Bonnie a parasite

“ALFRED,” the spirit said soberly. “IS THIS TO BE MY NEW NAME.” pg. 15 Aw Deamonreach has a new name :) Like Alfred Pennyworth?

“Look it’s a mortal thing. Just do the left one, okay?” pg. 24 Why the left ear?

“That voice had once been smooth and flowing, but now there was a hint of rasp to it, a roughness that wasn’t there before, like silk gliding over old gravel. pg. 30 Bi Harry moment 35

“Brother Jordan, approach.” pg. 32 Oh the monk has a name. He’ll be important

What a way to reintroduce the nickle heads. Scary and creepy

“It is done father”

Nicodemus kissed her on the mouth. And, my God, him doing it with tongue now was even more unsettling than it had been the first time I’d seen it.” pg. 34 Yuck and the way I jerked back in disgust

“Anduriel once loaned me the services of his…associate. I now repay that debt by loaning you the services of mine.” pg. 35 What

Oh this is a heist book! They’re going to rob Hades this is going to fun

“Have you been playing attention, past couple last years? Do you have any doubt that I would rather die than be part of something like that?” pg. 41 Yep

“Mab slapped me.” pg. 43 Ouch

Ah Mab is expecting Harry to double cross Nicky

Mister!

“I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed the little fireball until he’d come running up and thrown his shoulders against my shins.” pg. 49 Aw :)

“The Blue Beetle was not a clown car,” I said severely “It was a machine of justice.” pg. 49 Ha and I miss the Blue Beetle

“You’re a creature of habit, Harry. And they took away all the familiar places and things in your life. They hurt you.” pg. 49 Yep

Yes take Murphy with you to burgle Hades

Surly Nicky wants some holy relic? Holy grail? Turn this book into an Indiana Jones movie :)

“A warlock” pg. 60 Oh interesting

“Hot,” Karrin said, her tone neutral, observation” pg. 62 Is…is Murphy bi as well? I’ll put that down as a maybe Bi Murphy 1

“Ernest Armand Timwhistle” I said

“Name that goofy, don’t blame him for wanting to use an alias.” pg. 61 Ha

“Goats. Huh. pg. 71 What

“Hi, Jorden” pg. 72 So Jorden is going to be redeemed or pull a heel face turn (switch sides) cause the monks don’t usually get names and this much screen time

“And since when had I become the guy that things happened to ten years ago?” pg. 80 Death Mask happened ten years ago?

“I raised my hand” pg. 80 Ha

“Miss Murphy could serve as your driver. She has the shoes for it.”

I couldn’t actually hear Karrin grind her teeth, but I knew she had.” pg. 81 Ha and I love how Harry uses Murphy’s first name

“Goodman Gray.” pg. 81 Who?

“Anna Valmont” pg. 81 Anna!

“She gave me a slow and blatant once-over, that small smirk still on her mouth.

I’m pretty sure the temperature of the room didn’t literally go up, but I couldn’t have sworn to it” pg. 83 Ha

“Like you’re expecting ninja’s to leap out of the trash can. This is a party.” pg. 91 Given that it’s Harry the party isn’t going to end well

“And for God’s sake, smile

I smiled

“Maybe without clenching your jaw” pg. 92 Ha

“In me, the hotel’s thugs recognized another of their kind-and one who was taller and had better scars than they did.” pg. 93 Cool

“Or you walk” pg. 100 Walk away Anna!

“I wanted to tear my hair out.” pg. 101 Same Harry same

“Hell’s bells” I swore “I told her so. Nothings ever simple.” pg. 102 Yep

“Octokongs,” I pronounced grimly “Why did it have to be Octokongs.” pg. 103 Ha

“Lucky for me.

I’m not really a subtle guy.” pg. 105 Ha

“So, basically: Harry Dresden one, peaceful gathering: zero” pg. 106 Ha and has Harry ever been to a party that hasn’t ended in disaster?

“I mean I’m good with fire.

But Hannah was good with fire.” pg. 115 Someone who’s better at fire magic than Harry?!

“I hear other things. Wild things. That you help people. That you’ll fight anyone.” pg. 122 Yes Harry helps people

What’s with all these questions from Hannah? Is she trying to learn more about Harry? Judging him? Wanting to know his character? Why?

Butters!

“Harry,” he said when I came in, offering me his hand. “We have got to stop meeting like this.” pg. 132 Ha

“Open your eyes, you fool. She’s right in front of…” pg. 135 Oh interesting is this Harry’s subconscious ID? Is he talking about Bonnie?

“I’m sure he’ll be very pleased” pg. 137 Yes Bob will be pleased

Oh no Butters doesn’t trust Harry :(

“I’ll take the couch,” I said

“You don’t fit on it, you bonehead.” pg. 144 Ha

“Is that a bazooka?”

“No,” she said “That is an AT4 rocket launcher. Way better than a bazooka.” pg. 145 Ha

Molly!

“It was a good kiss” pg. 154 Ahhh!!! :) Yes Harry/Murphy kiss

“He’ll hath no fury like a women scorned” she purred

And then she pulled the trigger.” pg. 159 What. Eh? What just happened?! Was all this just a dream? What. WHAT JUST HAPPENED Jim JIM why? WHY? Why would you do this?

“Oh come on,” I panted. “Not even in the dream. That’s ri-goddamned-diculous!” pg. 159 Same Harry same

“But they were doughnuts of darkness. Evil, damned doughnuts, tainted by the spawn of darkness…

…which could obviously be redeemed only by passing through the fiery, cleansing inferno of a wizardly digestive tract.” pg. 165 Ha

“His features were clean-cut, pleasant, without being handsome.” pg. 166 Bi Harry 36

I’m counting it

“She was also Nicodemus’s estranged wife, a sorceress, and all around piece of bad news.” pg. 182 What’s Tessa doing here? Why are her and Nicky still together? Just get a divorce. So this book is going to be a heist book and getting into Nicky’s family problems

I forgot how young Tessa looks like.

Oh no ghouls

Go Gary!

“Harvey Morrison’s corpse lay on the other side.” pg. 210 Oh no :(

“The dead don’t need justice. That’s for those of us who are left looking down at the remains.” pg. 213 Yep

Michael!

“I think I need help,” I heard myself whispered, voice little more than a rasp. “I think I’m lost.” pg. 218 Aw :(

“I don’t know if I’m one of the good guys anymore.” pg. 223 Poor Harry :(

“…so arrogant” Michael breathed.

I blinked” pg. 227 Ha

“Because I know you, Harry Dresden.” Michael said. “You are pathetically incapable of knowing when to quit. You don’t surrender. And I don’t believe for a second that you actually intend to help Nicodemus do whatever it is he’s doing.” pg. 230 Yep

“I’m not sure if you noticed this. But things did not go well for the last monster who raised his hand against your child. Or any of his friends. Or associates. Or anyone who worked for him. Or for most of the people he knew.” pg. 234 Yep

I miss Lash :(

“Chow down, buddy. They’re hot, so don’t let the cheese burn your ton- Oh, right. Sorry.” pg. 240 Ha

“Women,” Binder said scornfully.

Karrin and Ascher both eyed him.

He folded his arms. “I’m certainly older than any you sprats.” pg. 244 Ernest Armand Timwhistle! >:( Can Murphy punch him? Can I punch him? Look someone needs to punch him by the end of this book I swear

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” I said “Does this master plan have half coverage?”

“Dresden,” Nicodemus said

“Because that kind of thing is getting to be more and more important. I mean, I know the government probably means well and all, but those people honestly.”

Nicodemus eyed me

“Life insurance seems like something that would be worthwhile, too?” I looked up at Ascher and winked. “Maybe we should strike until we get a whole life policy.”

Ascher flashed me a quick grin and said, “I’ve always thought that insurance was more or less betting against myself,”

“Nah,” Binder said. “In my experience, you’re just playing the odds.”

“Children” Nicodemus said with a sigh, “shall we focus on the matter on hand?”

“But I haven’t even had the chance to dip Deirdre pigtails in my inkwell,” pg. 252 Ha

“Nicodemus’s left eye began to twitch.” pg. 254 Ha

“I dealt with the White Council my whole life, so I’m used to being treated like a mushroom-“Eh?” Ascher asked

“Kept in the dark and fed bullshit.” Binder reported calmly.

“Ah” pg. 257 Ha

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” Karrin said quietly

Nicodemus made a face in her direction “Miss Murphy please” pg. 259 Ha

“The bloody Holy Grail? Is he bloody kidding?” pg. 259 I’ll say it again I was joking about it being the Holy Grail I wasn’t supposed to be right

“I’d rarely seen the kind of power that River Shoulders, the Forest Person I’d met several times before, had displayed, physically and otherwise,” pg. 264 Who’s River Shoulders? And don’t mess with Forest Person

Harry’s Id! It’s been awhile

“Then how come you haven’t banged Murphy yet?”

“Because,” I said, growing frustrated, “we aren’t…We haven’t gotten to…There’s been a lot of…Look, fuck off” pg. 272 Ha

“Get thee to a therapist” pg. 275 Finally someone says it to Harry

“You’re saying…I’m pregnant” pg. 276 Yes! Bonnie

I love that Bonnie looks like a combination of all the women in Harry’s life

“Protect the offspring”

Primal drives indeed” pg. 280 Yep

“Then she’d tortured me for a while, assuring me that it would give me strength” pg. 285 Lea did what now?

“Damn Mab. I could have been back here months and months ago.” pg. 290 Yep

“I can’t believe you met a Bigfoot and you never told me.” pg. 293 I still can’t believe Bigfoot is real

“She sat on the floor, rocking back and forth helplessly with laughter.” pg. 295 Ha

“She looked…disturbed” pg. 300 Well that’s not good

“He’s an awesome cat” pg. 305 Yes Mister is awesome

“Well not at bath time…” pg. 305 Ha

“And it belongs to Gentlemen John Marcone, Accorded Baron of Chicago” pg. 309 YES LET’S GO!!! Marcone mentioned :)

“Marcone is dangerous” pg. 310 Yep

“Gentleman” Johnnie Marcone” pg. 310 Again with that spelling

“I’m sure the White Council will be stunned and disappointed should you not confirm to their policy.” pg. 312 Ha

“He would have made a fine monarch only a few centuries ago.” pg. 312 Yep I think Marcone would make a good king

“I still remembered Marcone as a helpless prisoner. The image had kind of stuck in my memory.” pg. 313 Yep and I wonder why the memory stuck with Harry

“Marcone doesn’t suffer slight intrusions on his territory. Period.” pg. 312 Yep

“Look if he’s a man of business, why don’t we just make him a proposition and cut him in for a piece of the action?” pg. 313 Well Harry could say please and I’m sure Marcone would agree to open the vault :)

“Marcone is not a dummy” pg. 317 Yep

“It’s Butters. They’re going to kill him.” pg. 323 Oh no Butters

The stake board butters made is cool

“Damn. Bob was kind of awesome.” pg. 334 Yep Bob is amazing

“It had been a good long while since I’d had a freaking lion coming at me, and at the time it had been one of the genuine flesh and blood variety, from the zoo” pg. 336 What

“I hated this cards-close-to-the-chest thing” pg. 343 Yep

“Because it is obvious to me that you love him” pg. 350 Yep Murphy loves Harry

Fidelacchius!

“So,” he hissed “the burnout thinks she has found her new calling” pg. 353 Nick that’s rude

“I’m giving you ample chance to call off your dog before I put her down.” pg. 354 I’ll say it again Nick that’s rude

“Nicodemus smiled, still, his eyes and hands steady hands. He reached up and undid the Noose tied about his throat, and let it fall to the ground beside the Coin” pg. 357 No wait what’s Nick planning?

“The Sword of Faith was no more.” pg. 360 Oh no

Oh no Murphy

Micheal!

Uriel!

“A sudden, sunny smile lit Michael’s face. “My friend…”

Uriel blinked, rocked slightly, as if the words had struck him with physical force.

“…thank you,” Michael continued “But I’m not the Carpenter that set the standard.” pg. 367 Aw my heart :)

“Correct,” Uriel said “but I can help him do so” pg. 371 Yes

Micheal has Amoracchius! Let’s go!

“Some cosmic limitation that keeps you from picking up your corner of the coat?” pg. 375 Ha

“I have loaned you my Grace” pg. 381 Oh interesting

“I would Fall” pg. 383 Oh dear

“I would, however, appreciate it if you…did not push any buttons or pull any the levers in my great passenger jet” pg. 383 Ha

“Holy. Crap. He’s mortal?”

“And he can die” pg. 383 Oh no

“Can you tell me what is at stake, that I should risk this?

“Uriel frowned considering the question for a moment then he said “A soul”

Michael raised his eyebrows “Oh,” he said. “You should have said that from the beginning” pg. 385 Yep

“At the top of the stairs stood two figures-an enormous dog and a little girl.” pg. 391 Mouse and Maggie! Ahhh I’m not ready ahhh

“Are you mad at me?” pg. 393 ow my heart :(

“Do you want to be my dad?” pg. 393 my heart

“but you don’t know what Marcone is like.” pg. 402 Harry, Marcone wouldn’t hurt Michael. You should know better

“Because apparently they go out and use the Coins to get snacks out of the vending machine, the things go in circulation so fast” pg. 403 Ha

“Binder and Ascher both tilted their heads to one side, like dogs that have just heard a new noise.” pg. 408 Ha

“I am the king of load and distracting” pg. 423 Ha and yep

“Yeah, well. Sometimes, when I get bored, I stop and think.” pg. 423 Ha

“Because my brother’s girlfriend had seen Marcone defending one of his strongholds with her own eyes a few years before, against an angry Former sorcerer.” pg. 437 I’ve got to read Even hand

“The Black Hole?” Gary asked incredulously. “Nobody quotes The Black Hole” pg. 448 Ha

Harry’s destroying everything in this place. Marcone better have insurance.

“I have not invested fifteen centuries to see it thrown away.” pg. 456 What investment?

Too many bugs

“Michael still thought I was a good man.” pg. 460 Aw :)

“Nicodemus had probably an idle afternoon, every few decades, throwing a sword around for fun.” pg. 471 Nick needs a different hobby

“and certainly not to the degree I’d been prepared back in my old lab at my apartment.” pg. 474 I miss Harry’s lab

“My imagination needs therapy.” pg. 486 Harry you need therapy

“Harry,” Michael said “I’m almost certain one doesn’t shout ‘Parkour’ I believe one is supposed to simply do Parkour.”

“Do I criticize your Latin battle cries? No, never once”

“That’s true” pg. 490 Ha

“Because we have come to the Gate of Blood, children.”

“The time has come for one of you to die.” pg. 491 Blood for the blood God. Who’s Nick going to kill? And why is there still 100 pages left?

“Right. We’ll fight you. Not each other. In case that wasn’t clear.” pg. 493

“It was angled thrust, up beneath the sternum and directly into the heart” pg. 498 AAAHHH!!! WHAT? WHAT JUST HAPPENED? NICK JUST KILLED HIS OWN DAUGHTER!? WHY?

Hades!

Cerberus!

“People ask him questions” pg. 518 Ha poor Sacrates

“Her mother failed to cope. Empty-nest syndrome.” pg. 520 Ha

“Mab. This is Mab’s play, isn’t it?” pg. 521 Yep Mab’s scheming

“You’re a Genuine Greek god. You’re the Lord of the Underworld. And…you named your dog Spot?” pg. 523 Aw that’s adorable :)

“The people she hurt. And she gets stake justice?” pg. 525 I have mixed emotions about Deirdre.

“Hey, is that the Shroud?” pg. 529 What Was the other a fake? Is that why it didn’t work? Would the real one help Amanda? Does Marcone know that Hade’s has the real one?

“Pffffft” I said “What? No. That’s absurd. Maybe a little. Some people might think so. She’s got, uh, one of those faces” pg. 532 Ha and I thought Harry got better at lying

“It’s not an Indiana Jones movie, man.” pg. 534 Ha

“This I thought is just about your best plan ever Harry” pg. 536 Ha

“Hells bells I was hurting him” pg. 537 Good

“Do you remember?” I asked in a very quiet voice. “The first time you saw her? The first time she looked at you? Do you remember that change? That shift, when the whole universe suddenly tilted? Do you remember looking at her and knowing that you would never, ever be quite the same person? Do you think the cup will do that for you?” pg. 537

“I don’t know how you said it back in your day but I’ll bet you anything that her first word was dada” pg. 538 Yes Harry let Nicky have it. Make sure he knows what he did and the consequences of it. Make Nicky regret it. This is such a good speech.

“Lucifer must have looked exactly like that, right before things went to Hell.” pg. 547 Yep and this does make me worry about Marcone

“Lasciel” pg. 549 Oh no and I can’t believe Hannah is the partner of Lasciel. When I said I missed Lash this wasn’t what I had in mind

“Hello lover” pg. 549 Ha

“You and I definitely need to have a talk with the Church about the word ‘safekeeping’ means” pg. 549 Ha

“When you destroyed the Red Court, you killed most of the Fellowship with it. All the half vampires more than a few decades old just withered away in front of our eyes.” pg. 551 Ouch

“We wouldn’t have worked out, babe,” pg. 552 Ha

Lasciel better not get Bonnie

“Game over, man. Game over” Yoooo

“I scowled and futzed with it a little more, just to show her that I could” pg. 557 Ha

Vadderung!

“Mac’s beer is excellent argument that there was a God and that furthermore, He wants us to be happy” pg. 561 Ha

“Nicodemus knows nearly as much as I do” pg. 563 Scary

“Prove it” I said “Say ‘ho ho ho”

“Ho ho ho” he replied genially.” pg. 565 Ha

“I’d carved the same spell in my new wizard staff

Seventy-seven times.” pg. 570 Cool and why seventy-seven?

“Either you’ve done your homework or you haven’t, and despite the advantage of having Lasciel in her corner, Ascher wasn’t ready for something like this.” pg. 571 I wonder if this applies to Marcone surely he ‘did his homework’

“I had never seen Michael going all out.” pg. 572 Go Michael!

“Are you willing to accept such a loss?”

“Yep” pg. 574 Ha

“Only a flesh wound”

“Yeah” I said. “Tis but a scratch. Come on ya pansy.”

He blinked and looked at me “Pansy?”

“Oh” I said “You weren’t quoting the movie. Sorry.”

“Movie?”

“Holy Grail”

“Nicodemus still has it.”

I sighed “Never mind” pg. 576 Ha

“Ventas cyclis” pg. 580 Oh we haven’t seen this spell in awhile

“It was actually damned beautiful” pg. 580 I’m glad Harry can still see magic as beautiful even when being attacked

“And, that right there, she showed me the fundamental difference between us.

I loved magic for its own sake. She didn’t.

The Art can be a lot of work, and it can sometimes be tedious, and sometimes painful, but at the end of the day, I love it. I love the focus of it, the discipline, the balance. I love working with the energy and exploring what can be done with it. I love the gathering tension of a spell, and the almost painful clarity of focus required to concentrate that tension into an effect. I love the practice of it as well the theory, the research, experimenting with new spells, teaching others about magic. I love laying down spells on my various pieces of my magical gear, and most of all, I love it when I can use my talents to make a difference in the world, even when it’s only a small one.

Ascher…enjoyed blowing stuff up and burning things down. She’s good at it. But she didn’t love her talent for the miracle it was.

She merely loved what she could do with it.” pg. 583 I love this quote! I love the differences between Harry and Hannah.

“Elemental destruction in a large but ultimately enclosed area” pg. 584 Oh no

Poor Hannah :( I was hoping she could be redeemed

“Parkour” I panted “Bitch” pg. 600 Ha and I love that Harry used parkour to defeat Genoskwa and Ursiel

“From one father to another” he called “Well played” pg. 604 Oh no Nick knows that Harry’s a dad

“He’s going to your house” I breathed “He’s going after our families” pg. 606 Oh no

“I hadn’t ridden a horse since my days on Ebenezar’s farm down in the Ozarks, but I’d done it every day down there, and the muscle memory was still in place” pg. 620 Harry the horse girl. And it’s cool that Gary can turn into a horse

“In the doorway to the kitchen stood Uriel. He was wearing an apron. There was what appeared to be pancake flour staining his shirt.” pg. 626 Ha

“Nice try” Butters said “Mister where I come from there is no try” pg. 644 LET’S GO!!! The sword turned into a lightsaber!

“Of course, the first thing you want to know is if someone else is alright” pg. 649 Yep

“Oh,” said the little spirit “Hi. Good” pg. 650 I LOVE BONNIE!

“I know Marcone.” I said “He knows me. I’ll use it to keep him off of all us.” pg. 657 Yes Harry you know Marcone :)

“You didn’t choose to be the son of Margret LeFay. You didn’t choose the legacy she left you with her blood. And she was a piece of work, kid. I knew her.” pg. 660 Gray knew Harry’s mom?!

“Can you loan me a dollar” pg. 661 Ha

Redemption for Jordan!

“I took the extra diamonds and went to see Marcone.” pg. 663 Yes time to see Marcone! :)

“Wearing a charcoal-gray suit” pg. 665 Looking at Marcone’s suit :)

“There might have been slightly more silver at his temples than last time I’d seen him, but it only made him look more distinguished. Otherwise, he looked exactly as he did: calm, alert, impeccably groomed, and as merciful as a lawn mower’s blade.” pg. 665 Bi Harry 37

“A ghost of a smile haunted Marcone’s lips.” pg. 666 Oh why you looking at Marcone’s lips Harry?

“Marcone’s eyes, the exact green shade of old dollar bills, focused pleasantly on me.” pg. 666 Bi Harry moment 38 Focusing on Marcone’s pretty eyes and ‘pleasantly’ too :)

“Marcone’s expression rarely showed much-but his eyes widened, if only for an instant, as he saw the stones.

I stared at Marcone without blinking or looking away.

Marcone looked up from the diamonds and returned my stare for a long time.” pg. 669 I wonder what Marcone is thinking?

“A Jewish Knight of the Cross?” pg. 675 Ha

“I stood, leaned over the bed, and kissed her on the mouth.” pg. 675 Yay!

Final thoughts

This is now my favorite book out of the series! I loved the fights and the jokes. I liked that it was a heist book. I adore that Butters is now a knight of the cross. I liked Bob in this book. I liked Gray and his payment. I love Bonnie and Maggie. Marcone was in it that’s always good. I’m still shocked that Nicky killed his own daughter. Their family and relationship is definitely getting its own comment. We got three Bi Harry moments in this book bringing our total up to 38! And two thirds are of Marcone. Wish we got more banter between those two. Marcone was weirdly silent. I loved the dad Harry moments. I’m glad Jordan got redeemed and I’m sad Hannah died. I’ve got so many mixed feelings about Desire and Nicky. I liked the monologues and speeches in this book. I feel like I need to reread the book now that I know that Gray is a mole.

Onto Brief Cases and Monster

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through the hourglass 97. brb x oc

a/n: ah, i just love them you know. Also next chapter is smutty fluff so be prepared <3

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, rooster being the protective husband, mentions of bullying

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Beatrice washes her hands for a few seconds, humming happily to herself because she couldn’t hope for anything better. Rooster is a wonderful partner,husband,father, lover, he’s everything she’s ever wanted and more, her smile only widening when she looks at her reflection in the mirror.

She also takes another look at herself, turning her body left and right with her lower lip between her teeth, “Oh,I look good.” she looks at her ass, pulling the dress a bit just so it’d cover her butt a bit more but she’s loving herself so much. Beatrice sighs happily, closing her eyes briefly to smile more.

God she loved him so much.

It was almost painful, but a good pain, a pain that reminds you are alive every time.

Her husband not only was a wonderful man, he was smart and he was funny and he was the most handsome guy she had ever met…and he had those arms and legs…and butt. She giggles like the sixteen years old Bea would with a crush, bouncing a bit on the spot before shaking herself, “Okay,okay,I need to calm down.” but she’s still gleefully laughing to herself, “Okay, easy Bea. Easy.”

Beatrice took in deep breaths before shaking herself one more time, turning towards the door. As soon as she opened it though, she blinked when she saw Lydia standing there,with her hand up as if to knock, “Oh! Oh,I’m so sorry Lydia, were you waiting long?” the other woman shook her head, “Oh,okay,I’m on my way now so you ca-”

“Bea, can I talk to you?”

The brunette slowly closed the door behind her, blinking at the request but smiling, “Sure!What’s up?”

Lydia licked her lips, looking down the hallway that led to the living room where people were still talking, “Can you walk with me?”

Beatrice furrows her brows briefly but nods, “Okay,sure.”

Lydia waits for a few seconds before turning on her heel towards the left, Beatrice noticed that the hallway led to a small study, really far from everyone else and easy to muffle any noises from the inside. She smiles when Lydia tells her to enter first, looking back when the other woman gently shuts the door but keeps her hands on the wood, “...is…everything okay?”

“...yes.” Lydia replies, shoulders lifting as she inhales, “I just…I never thought I’d see you again.” she laughs softly, turning around to face Beatrice, “Sit down?”

Beatrice looks down at the very comfortable plush chair, tucking the ends of her dress under her body as she sits down, watching the other woman do the same. Lydia looked…like she was ready to cry, her smile small but present, like she couldn’t believe they were talking. “...Lydia?”

“I’m sorry…I…I’m trying to control my emotions.” she sniffles, interlacing her hands on top of her thighs, “And trying to figure out how to start.”

Beatrice,while confused, didn’t judge her reactions, “It’s okay…take your time.” she whispered, placing her own hands on top of her thighs after pulling out her phone in case Rooster called or messaged her.

Lydia rubbed her hands over her face, then met Beatrice’s eyes, “....I…I don’t know how to begin.” she says, “But I think I’ll start with what I can recall…do you remember the Big Game at school?.”

Beatrice blinked, wracking her brain for a little bit as she tries to remember what she was talking about. Pieces of memories joined together as if to complete a puzzle, it was game night, them - the Boars - versus their rival school - the Timber Wolves - and there were a lot of people there.

More than normal, Beatrice remembers. She also remembers…that she went to the bathroom and then she walked out, but not what happened while she was in there. “Yes…why?”

Lydia laughs softly, “...you,uh,we met in that bathroom.” it was like the other woman could read her mind, “We-you, well…you saw me and some girls.” she begins, “And…and they were pushing me into the toilet.”

Beatrice blinked, furrowing her brows as her mind tried to recall it perfectly.

She could…see more of it now. She walked into the bathroom only to stop by the door when she saw Jasmine,Tessa and Caroline shoving a girl - shorter than she was with huge glasses on her face- into one of the stalls and she froze. She didn’t know what to do, if she did anything they’d add her to their scheme.

But she couldn’t leave the other girl either.

Beatrice remembers that they met eyes, briefly, the girl trying to ask for help only to have her face turned to the toilet. The loud cackling, the laughter, everything made Beatrice’s body shiver…what could she do? She looked around a bit, then remembered that this specific bathroom always had issues with the light - the piece of tape glued to the wall with the writings ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ above the switch was enough to be a telltale sign - and she wondered if she could…do it.

When she heard the obvious sound of the toilet seat lifting, she knew she had to think fast. So she just slapped her hand on the light switch, and that made the lights above explode and in turn made the group of bullies scream in fear. Beatrice tucked herself to the corner when she heard their footsteps rushing away from the bathroom, the door slamming when they left…

Leaving her and the girl alone.

She could hear her soft sniffling, so she slowly approached the stall where she was and helped her up. She told the girl her name, but she was…almost out of it, like it wasn’t real, if she wasn’t quick they’d both be in trouble by the staff and the bullies.

But that was about it, they never talked after that so maybe that was why Beatrice just…forgot. Also her trauma did that, for safety, maybe so she wouldn’t remember and accidentally let it slip that she was the one responsible.

“You saved my life.” Lydia whispers, frowning, “But I didn’t do the same to you.”

“Huh?”

“...I saw what you went through. But…I didn’t interfere when I should’ve.” Lydia frowned, rubbing her hands together, “I should’ve done something,I saw how much you suffered but-”

“You feared the heat would go to you.” Beatrice completed, “...it’s okay,I understand. I…I honestly felt the same a lot of times,I know I’ve defended people and never expected to be defended back. It’s the bullying logic.”

“I still feel ashamed.”

Beatrice smiles gently, leaning forward to touch the other woman’s hand, “Don’t be.” she whispered, ‘Please don’t be, you aren’t…at fault for what happened to me. You really aren’t.” she couldn’t have expected this and honestly, now that she remembered everything, she almost thought it’d trigger an anxiety attack or a panic attack…but nothing happened.

She felt…so good and so happy to know that she could,somehow, amidst her own personal hell, help someone else. Beatrice's high school self really needed this and she could feel her teenager self smiling from the inside “Are you sure?”

“Yes,yes,Lydia I’m so sure.” she says,cupping her hand with both of hers, ‘Please do not put that weight on yourself. It’s not your fault,you were a kid, a teenager. So was I,what did we know?”

“...I guess so.”

“I’m happy you are better though.” she whispered, smiling at her, “I really am, because you have a wonderful life now.” Lydia’s lips quirked upwards just a bit, just enough to show her appreciation, “But I mean it…please don’t blame yourself. It’s not worth it.”

Lydia’s little smile widened a bit, “...you know,I…it’s weird, but I feel like the people who did this to us never really changed.”

“Well,some did.” Beatrice whispered, “Hannah Dreyfus is now a good friend of mine. We talk sometimes.”

“Yeah, but not the other three.”

Beatrice huffed softly,”No,not the other three.” she sighed, “But, some people are just…too set in their ways, you know? It’s not worth it getting mad or upset over. I admit that…sometimes I get scared, and nervous, but therapy helps a lot.”

Lydia just smiles at Beatrice, “Yeah, I know what you mean.” and she squeezes the brunette’s hand again, “Thank you. So much for what you did.”

Beatrice just smiled back, whispering that it was no problem. Mentally she was a mix of happy and surprised and…and just relaxed. Like it finally happened, she finally managed to close a chapter of her life and maybe she could enjoy this place with Rooster if they could.

Yeah,she was okay.

He licks his thumb and forefinger as he waits for Beatrice, sitting on one of the chairs inside the house after snacking on some of the freshly cut steak, turning his head to the hallway in hopes he could see his wife anywhere. Rooster, truly, stood out amongst the group of former classmates and he wasn’t complaining.

As long as they respected Beatrice he wouldn’t have any problems.

Bradley sits with the still warm plate on his thigh, holding his head up towards the hallway and clearly not paying attention to the surroundings. Because he doesn’t see some people looking over, in fact he only notices when Hannah taps him on the shoulder, “Look smart.” she muttered, ‘You got three vultures on you.” the redhead is casually standing behind him so he has to play as if he’s not looking in the direction she pointed at.

And he tries to not do a double take because he doesn’t know what to make of the three women looking at him, “Oh God.”

“I know.” Hannah muttered, bringing the glass of lemonade to her lips, “Where’s Bea?”

“Bathroom.”

“Do you want me to check on her?”

“Please.” and Hannah immediately walks off, the music makes it hard for him to hear her calling Beatrice’s name through the door but he can see the redhead pressing her cheek against the surface to hear the inside.

Rooster has his brows low and immediately closes his eyes when he hears feet approaching and a sudden presence appear on the chair next to his, “Hi.” he had to calm himself down, be polite but be firm, that’s what his mother always said.

“Hi.” he tosses a small smile, hating how this just…reminded him of the night at the club, with that other girl whose name he no longer cared about…or Beatrice’s cousins.

“We couldn’t help but see you,” one of them said, which one? He didn’t care “And wonder…were we classmates?”

“No.”

“Oh?” another one asks, “And what are you doing here?”

Bradley held back the sarcasm, he did, only to rub his eye with his left hand, exposing the large and thick wedding band on his finger, “I’m here with my wife.” he says, dropping his hand after rubbing his eye and he had to hold back the pleased grin when they- he blinked however when he connected the dots, “...wait a minute, you three- I know you three.”

And that only made them forget the sudden disappointment, “Really?” one of them asked, the shortest one, “You do?”

“Yeah…you three bullied my wife in high school.” silence. Absolute silence is what he gets, everyone else around them still talks, music is still going but those three women just stare at him in shock. His pose changes, he’s taller now, no longer relaxed and his eyes were narrowed, “She told me about you.” he looked ready to murder them with words, if they thought they’d get anything out of him they were clearly wrong.

But Beatrice’s voice, alongside Hannah’s and another woman, made him look back to the hallway and his angry façade melted into a grin when he saw her. She turned to face him, her smile widening, “Hi,Roos!” she grins, speeding her step to meet him, cupping his face in her hands to kiss him in front of her former bullies.

Did he mind?

No.

He just enjoyed that delicious watermelon lip gloss and the way her hands felt on his skin, “Sorry,I was talking to Lydia.” she explains once she breaks the kiss, looking back to where Lydia was, standing next to Hannah.

“That’s fine,” he looks down at the still steaming plate in his hand, “I got you something.”

“Ohh, shrimp! Thank you.” she giggles, finally looking up to see those vultures still hovering by, faces red and angry because of her presence? Good if that was the case, “...well, do you want to stay here or should we go outside?”

“I don’t mind.” he smirks, “Whatever you want,gorgeous.”

Beatrice smiles back, looking down at his legs before turning around and sitting on his lap. Without warning but again, who was he to complain when his wife was so lovingly sweet whenever she wanted to be? “I like it here.” she says, bringing a shrimp skewer to her lips, yanking one of them into her mouth.

Bradley chuckles, pressing his chin to her shoulder and giving the three women a nasty look, almost daring them to say anything about this. Try it, he thinks, try and see what happens. It’s their confused “Beatrice is your wife?” that makes both of them look over at the three women.

Rooster’s large hand settles on the expanse of her thigh, the not so subtle squeeze on the flesh as he smirks, “She is.” he coos, kissing the underside of her jawline, “She’s my gorgeous wife.” and it’s like they’ve been slapped. Because back in the first ‘reunion’ as Beatrice told him, they were surprised but didn’t seem to get that it wasn’t high school anymore and there was no way they’d make her feel like shit.

And while she was nervous when she arrived, it was the complete opposite now. Now it was like someone turned the light switch and Beatrice was glowing. Her legs swung back and forth as she remained seated on his lap, chewing on the grilled shrimp with a pleased smile, “I am his wife.” she wiggles her ring finger, “Isn’t it amazing?”

It was amazing to see those women, who obviously hadn’t grown from high school age, just look even more deflated. Much like Beatrice’s former friends were, they couldn’t understand that the girl who was humiliated so much back then turned into…someone with confidence, someone who was loved by an amazing man and someone who had a very successful life in her very own way.

Rooster had his lips on her shoulder when the three women shuffled out of the house, scoffing, annoyed and angry because they couldn’t act like they were sixteen anymore. His laughter was a bit muffled but it made Beatrice look towards him, “Oh they were mad.”

“They were.” she giggles,kissing his forehead after wiping her lips with a napkin, “Let them.”

“Hmhm.” he kisses her cheek in return, looking back to where he saw Lydia talking to Thomas, the other officer hugging his wife close, “What did you two talk about?”

Beatrice slows her chewing, her smile widening before she explains everything to him. She couldn’t help the sting in her eyes when she told Rooster why Lydia wanted to talk, why she couldn’t remember and why it was so important that she showed up. Her husband just watched with interest, his hand coming up to quickly wipe a single tear that dared to dribble down her eye towards her cheek but her proud smile never left.

And honestly, he was very proud of her as well. There was nothing else inside of him but pride for his wife, for his sweet and kind wife who just needed to remember how important she was from time to time. And the way her eyes glowed when she spoke, the way her laugh was quiet and almost disbelieved only made him smile more, “Oh,gorgeous…you are so fucking special,baby.” he whispers, “You know that by now,right?”

“Yeah.” she smiles shyly, “I do.”

“How’s sixteen year old Beatrice doing?” he asks, “Is she okay?”

And the brunette takes a while to reply, but when she does her grin widens, “She’s very happy. She’s very,very happy Roos.”

“Good, that’s all that matters. You feeling like staying longer?” he opens his mouth when she hovers a shrimp to his lips and he couldn’t really deny such a sweet gesture, “I kinda like you feeding me,” he says while chewing, “Kinda hot.”

Beatrice smiles, “Maybe next time I’ll feed you grapes.” she whispers, “Wearing nothing but an apron.” she whispers the last part and his pupils dilate immediately, “But answering your question…yeah,I want to stay a bit longer. I think I’m feeling…a lot better.” she bites the inside of her cheek, “Yeah,I really am.”

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tolerateit · 2 years

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#meg talks #Halsey

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roslamm · 1 year

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"Counting the stars on your body, I don't say words of love"

(This is my first attempt to write fan fiction. so there won't be something brilliant haha)

Blake liked to sleep.

She could lie in bed and doze. Take a long nap. Although life on the run and eternal danger has left an indelible mark on her.

But after all these years. But right now. Today. Tomorrow. Maybe for the rest of her life, Blake will remember that sleeping in bed always beckons her.

Sleep beckons in bed with her.

Their morning was just breaking through the windows of their room. The sun's rays played, touching the chest of drawers, several bookshelves, a recently purchased painting on the wall, floor boards and various small junk on it.

The day only comes on the heels of the night, replacing it.

Blake was already awake. She is lying on the white sheets of her bed. Their beds. Her chin is on her left hand, the other girl is also lying on her back, her head is turned the other way, her hands are behind her head, and her back is slowly rising and falling. Blake gently tracks down the freckles on someone else's back.

She's counting.

91...

92...

93...

The golden eyes of the faun cling to a path of scars, scratches and small burns on the shoulder blades, sides and neck. God. Her hand runs her palm over the warm skin, over the chiseled muscles of her back. She likes it so much. But she lost count. We'll have to count again. What a pity…

Blake giggled, squinting her eyes. This is the absolute laugh of a schoolgirl in love.

Her fingers trace the lines over her freckles again. This time she reaches the neck and the number one hundred and forty-one, when her brain sees a golden shock of hair. When Yang sleeps, she rakes her hair into a bun. No matter what she pulled.

Blake touches, kneads, strokes and combs this hair with the most gentle movements she is capable of. They always smell delicious. Grass and fresh apples. Blake can taste it on his tongue.

Suddenly, the back moves. Hands and head move behind the back. Blake only has time to make an embarrassing squeak when a strong hand pulls her under him.

-Yang?

Blake is pressed, feeling the warmth and heaviness of the blonde's naked body. It's hard for her to breathe, but it's not that bad.

Yang mumbles something, sending a vibration down the neck and the heat in them of Belladonna's stomach. The faun's ears twitch. The face turns red.

Blake stretches out his hands and puts them on Yang's shoulder blades, now she practically can't see where the freckles are, but surprisingly, it seems she already knows the exact location of each one. As well as the place of any scar or burn.

-Blake - the voice is hoarse, sleepy. On exhalation

-Mm? - Blake doesn't want to lose count again. But she is already being heard by Yang's voice.

-How many freckles do I have on my back and shoulders? - this time the voice is hurried, strong, as if giving a command.

-One hundred and seventy-five. Ninety-three on the back. Fifty-eight on one hand, twenty-four on the other.

Blake feels Yang's lips stretch in a smile on his neck. She moves again, this time rising above the girl. Yang's look is sly and cunning. The smile is ready to split the face in two, and the cheeks are flushed with happiness.

-Blake, do you like counting freckles so much?

For some reason, Blake blushes. Golden eyes look anywhere but at the girl's face.

-They're beautiful…

-It's just freckles. Pigment on the surface of the skin, if you want.

Blake still looks at Yang and can't help himself. It's always been that way. It's impossible to lie to Yang Xiao Long when she looks straight into her eyes.

-Because they look like constellations!

The faun seriously blurts out these words, frowning, and immediately shuts up when the blonde's eyebrows fly up. Blake picks through the Blonde's fallen strands and looks as if trying to burn a hole in them.

-What?..

-It's true, you have the constellation of the dragon on your left hand, the Ursa Minor on your right, and the Ursa Major on your back. I can't tear myself away from your freckles…

The more Blake talks, the quieter it gets, but her confidence doesn't leave her.

And Yang is watching.

Just looking.

Yang has no words because that's the sweetest thing Blake could say to her. The blonde looks thoughtfully, her face is no longer a silly grin, but a soft expression. If it were possible, hearts would appear in her eyes.

-This is the most snotty and sweet speech I've heard from you in my entire life... I love you, Blake Belladonna. - Yang interrupts the girl's tirade. The faun looks at her seriously again.

-Yang Xiao Long, counting the stars on your body, I'm not saying words of love. Because that's not enough to convey how I feel.

And when Yang falls on Blake again, choking with laughter and hugging her tightly, Blake realizes, kissing her face, that yes.

She likes to sleep in bed with her.

Not sleeping in bed with her.

She likes just being with her.

And just for the rest of my life, count Yang's freckles.

(I'm not sure that Yang and Blake will behave that way. But most likely, bees will say the cutest, sweetest things about love with a serious face. because it's them)

#yang xiao long #yang x blake #rwby blake #rwby #blake bellodona #girls love #fanfic #hadcanon #love #sleep #blake x yang #rwby9 #I can't I love them so much #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #bumbleby

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tickleraptorss · 5 months

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Too Early

merry Christmas @ticklish-v-93 !! i'm your squealing santa this year :)!!! so happy i got to write these boys again. promptis is always an absolute BLAST to write

thank you to @hypahticklish for hosting @squealing-santa as always!

The first signs of morning trickled between the curtains of Noctis and Prompto’s shared bedroom. The sun had begun to rise, peaking over the horizon as a certain excitable blond opened his eyes. He hadn’t slept much that night, because how could he? It’s Christmas, and he was going to be spending it with his boyfriend for the first time!

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Prompto sang loudly as he rocked his slumbering prince back and forth.

“Ugh… what-” barely processing his surroundings, Noctis groggily lifted his head. His eyes shifted over to the digital alarm clock. “Prom, it’s 6 in the morning.”

“It’s 6 on Christmas morning!” Prompto corrected.

“‘s too early…” the prince grumbled, his head falling back onto his pillow. “Can’t you wait an hour?”

“An hour?!” The gunslinger gasped, offended at such a suggestion. No, he absolutely could not wait an hour! “Noooooct, come on, I wanna give you your present!”

“Letting me sleep in would be a great present,” his dark-haired boyfriend said, already settling back under the covers. Oooh no, Prompto was not having that! Not today! He can take a nap later! He flopped on top of his boyfriend, embracing him in a loose hug. Noctis only groaned.

“Pleeeeease?” The blond whined. Noctis opened his eyes to meet Prompto’s stare, eyes wide like a sad puppy. The prince scoffed, then smiled, ruffled Prompto’s hair, and simply buried himself back under the blanket. Clearly, he wasn't going to get up on his own.

Prompto had to switch tactics.

He removed himself from his sleepy boyfriend, glancing around the room, looking for something he could use to wake his prince up. His eyes settled on his feet, sticking out of the end of the covers, and Prompto couldn't suppress a grin when a wonderfully evil idea popped into his head.

Slowly, the gunslinger crawled to the opposite end of the bed. Noctis seemed to be none the wiser to his boyfriend’s scheme, still thoroughly cocooned in the covers.

That was, until, his ankles were suddenly trapped in a headlock.

Lifting his head from his pillow, Noctis shot Prompto a glare, though it did nothing to deter the blond.

“Prompto Argentum,” Noctis groaned. “I swear to every God on this planet-”

“Did you just full name me?!” Prompto giggled. He left no room for a reply, because moments later, his nails were scribbling over the soles of his boyfriend's feet. The resulting squeal was nothing short of adorable, only encouraging Prompto’s evil little scheme to continue.

“Noho, I-! NohOHO, PROHOM-!!” Noctis yelped. He hid his face in the blanket, hiding his blushing face and muffling his laughter. He tried to pull his feet out of Prompto’s hold, but no luck–the gunslinger had him trapped.

“Havin’ a fun dream there, Noct?~” Prompto teased. He moved his fingers to his boyfriend’s arches, alternating between the right foot and left foot. Attempting to jerk his legs back, and failing, Noctis could do little but laugh as the blond happily tickled him to pieces.

Whatever the prince tried to say in rebuttal was interrupted with a loud squeal as Prompto’s fingers targeted underneath his toes. The gunslinger giggled as Noctis’ efforts to break free strengthened, yet he still couldn't break his grip. And because he was lying on his stomach, Noctis couldn't reach to grab Prompto and fight back–he was as ticklish as he was helpless–and Prompto loved it. Honestly, if just having his adorable, ticklish prince to himself was his Christmas gift, he would be more than happy with that.

“PlehEHEASE! STOHOHOPPP–!” Noctis screeched. “I’ll gEHET UP, I’LL GET UP!”

Feeling quite proud, Prompto released his boyfriend's ankles, looking back at the pouting prince with a grin.

“Aww, don't be mad!” The blond said. “You can have a nap later!” Noctis promptly ignored him, this time sneaking fully under the covers. Prompto could see him moving underneath the blanket–at least he was moving–and suddenly Noctis’ head popped out of the covers next to him.

“Hey,” said the prince, voice raspy and low. Prompto was about to respond when he was suddenly tackled and pinned to the bed. Fingers found his ribs in a matter of seconds.

“NoHOHOCT! NO-!” Prompto yelped as Noctis squeezed around his ribs.

“That’s what you get for waking me up so early!”

The prince cackled maniacally as his fingers moved from ribs to tummy to sides, all while Prompto squealed and begged. It didn't take long for him to surrender.

“OKAY, OKAHAY!” He grabbed Noctis’ wrists, and the prince stopped, leaning in to give his boyfriend a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“This gift better be worth it,” said Noctis.

“Oh, it is! You’re gonna love it!”

“I’m sure. Y’know what’d be a great gift right now?”

“Cuddles?”

“Cuddles.”

Noctis laid his head on Prompto’s chest, snuggling into him with a content sigh. The blond affectionately rolled his eyes, and simply indulged his prince. If Noctis fell asleep again, that’d be just fine with him.

After all, it’d just give him another excuse to tickle him.

#tickling #tickle community #raptor writes #tickle fic #squealing santa 2k23 #boys' night out

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a-b-riddle · 2 months

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Pen Pals Chapter Four: First Day

C suggested that I go and get some clothes for my first week of work so the Saturday after my Friday interview. The dressing rooms were still closed which was a pain, but I kept the receipts in case I didn't like it or it didn't fit. I gave him a video call and was met with a black screen, as usual, as I tried on the outfits for him.

"Wear the first pair of black pants you showed me and the pink top." He was referring to the black straight leg slacks and the baby pink silk blouse with a chiffon tie. "Go get those boxes I sent you." He ordered. When I returned home from shopping I had two packages waiting for me on my doorstep.

They were both in standard brown shipping boxes, but after opening them I was met with utter shock.

"Oh my god." My mouth hung open as I opened it. "C. You shouldn't have." I didn't even open it all the way, but seeing the orange Louis Vuitton made me realize what he had done. When I finally did open it I found a beautiful beige purse.

"Every girl needs a new statement piece on their first day of work." He said. "It's the Lockme Ever MM. If you don't like it you can exchange it."

"I love it. And I can wear the pearls you gave me for graduation." I beamed still looking at the purse.

"Open the other one." He said almost as excited as I was. When I did I found a similar bag, but in black. "That one, I believe, is the Lockme Ever BB." I looked down at my gifts and didn't even know I had started crying. "What's wrong?" He asked, concern in his voice. "Do you not like them."

"There so nice." I pouted and wiped my eyes. "I love them." I cradled the purses to my chest as if a child who had gotten the exact toy they wanted on Christmas Day. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

"Good. You're welcome, baby." He said. "I got to get some things done before the end of the day, but I look forward to our video chat tonight."

"Me too."

"I'll see you in a bit, Love." I blew him a kiss and the call disconnected.

Holy-fucking-shit. These purses had to at least be at least $3,000 a piece. He spent what he gives me in an allowance on two bags. Holy shit. I had always bought my purses at Target, but this was... This was probably the most expensive thing I've ever owned beside my degrees that hung on the wall, but I couldn't carry those into work.

It's so funny to think a couple of months ago I sat in an empty apartment with nothing but a bed, crying about my life and now things had did a complete 180. My life had drastically changed in the best way possible. And it was because of C.

Monday couldn't get here soon enough. I was so excited to start my first day. I stopped and got a cup of coffee for myself, Mr. Stark as well as Mr. Rogers. When I got there security on the first floor got my badge and security access taken care of. I was essentially allowed to most of the 93 floors in Stark Tower.

I was then instructed to go to the same floor where I met Pepper. I was expecting to find her, but only found an empty desk and a folder with a sticky note on top of it.

Sorry I couldn't be there on your first day, something came up. Here is a basic outline of everything you need to know. Tony won't be down until later. If you need any help here is my cell. -Pepper.

I looked through the folder which would have been better put into a binder considering the amount of paper she put into it. I had barely started reviewing the documents when Steve walked up to my desk.

"Good morning, Mr. Rogers." I greeted. "I had time this morning so I did a coffee run." I handed him a medium black coffee from the coffee shop near my apartment.

"Good morning," he replied taking the coffee from my hands. "And please, just call me Steve." He insisted.

"I'll try." I assured him. "I grew up in Georgia so not referring to someone as Mr., Mrs., Sir. or Ma'am is kind of habit I'll have to break."

"You have manners?" He raised an eyebrow. "A shame. Tony tries to keep this place with a sense of impoliteness in the air. Thank you for the coffee."

"No problem. I hope plain black is okay."

"Do I seem like a plain black kind of guy?" He questioned tilting his head.

"I can go get some creamer." I went to stand when he broke into a smile.

"No, I take it black. I still like to keep some things simple." His attention broke away from me at someone coming through the lobby front doors. "Bucky," He greeted. A brunette with eyes just as blue and beautiful as Steve's walked over to my desk. "This is Bucky Barnes, we go way back."

"Stark's new assistant?" He asked and I smiled and nodded in response. "How you liking it so far?"

"First day: can't complain." I said. "Everyone is so nice."

"Plus Stark isn't up yet so he hasn't had the chance to ruin her day." Steve rolled his eyes. "Well, we will let you get to work and we'll see you around. Since it's your first day, I think Tony wanted to take you to lunch. Bucky will come around noon if he hasn't come yet and maybe we can steal you away instead."

"Oh," I said surprised. "Perfect. I'll see y'all later." I smiled at them as they left.

A few hours passed and I made myself busy with the list of things Pepper left me to do. Mr. Stark left his workshop and finally came down around 12.

"I hope you haven't had lunch yet." He said. "And sorry I haven't been down yet, I'm tinkering with a few things upstairs."

"Oh, no problem." I reassured. "Pepper left a very detailed list of instructions. So far nothing exciting except a few packages."

"So instead of apartment numbers, the floor is where it will need to be dropped off. Sometimes Steve and Bucky will get things in the mail too."

"Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes?" I asked.

"They live in the tower too." He said. "Makes things easier when we are all close together. How does Shawarma sound for lunch?"

"I was actually thinking Italian." Steve's voice came out of nowhere. When did he get back on this floor? I needed to find the stairs here at some point.

With his back still turned, he rolled his eyes. "Always has to be in charge." He whispered. "Italian it is."

Lunch was pleasant to say the least, even with the minimal banter between Steve and Tony. It was more like a sibling rivalry than a old married couple. Bucky had come along as well, mostly remaining quiet.

I asked if they always acted like this. He responded that it was when they were both quiet that it was more uncomfortable. He asked if I wanted to really wanted to start and argument was to ask who was in charge of the Avengers.

I shook my head and Bucky smiled. "So are you new to the city?" He asked.

"Sort of." I shrugged as Tony and Steve carried on their separate conversation. "I came here a couple of months ago before Covid hit and haven't really gotten out of my apartment."

"That blows." He said. "No friends in the city?"

I made a grimaced face and shook my head. "Not really." I said glumly. "I was supposed to start teaching when I moved, but covid made everything complicated."

"What were you wanting to teach?"

"History, but I specialized in World War II." I said before taking a bite of my Caprese salad with pesto sauce. C said I looked thinner and should be making sure to eat enough healthy carbs.

What he didn't know wouldn't hurt me. Or him.

However the saying went.

"Funny how the world works." He smiled before motioning his head toward Steve. "You're having lunch with two WW2 relics." I covered my mouth making sure none of my food showed as I smiled.

Steve and Tony eventually ceased their bantering long enough to join back into the conversation. They had asked me why I had gotten into studying history so extensively and very little personal information. Tony discussed a new prototype he was working on.

"Similar to how whales use echo location, the same will be done with this tracking device. Planes, vehicles, military equipment, but also testing out the device on animals to see if we can eventually use it on people."

The notion made my stomach drop. Mr. Stark quickly reassured the apparent qualm I had. "For willing parties only, I assure you. There was a missing persons report that came up when Pepper and I were watching TV. Young girl, about your age, man was convicted of rape and murder, but her remains were never found. And Pepper and I are trying to a family and I just thought 'that family will never know what happened to their daughter'."

The sentiment moved me. "So I thought, why not make it another tool for police to use? Cell phones and things like that can be destroyed, but even if it couldn't save them, it could at least give their family some closure."

"And even with tracking endangered species. Maybe even aquatic animals."

The idea didn't seem all that revolutionary in my opinion. Surely tracking devices like that have been proposed before...

When I got back there was a bouquet of daises and sunflowers sitting on my desk. "Was Pepper expecting a floral delivery?" I asked Tony setting my purse down on my desk.

"Not that I know of." He said stepping into the elevator with Bucky and Steve. "Unless she has a secret admirer I don't know about." The door closed and I was left alone with the floral arrangement.

I plucked the card from the top reading. 'Have a great first day - C.'

Only problem was, I never told him where I worked. Only that I would be working as a secretary for a tech company and that was the extent of it. He had watched me.

I'm glad Tony and the others had went up to their floors and did not see how ghostly pale my face had turned.

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