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v3nusxsky · 6 months ago

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Can you please do write dom! Emily finds out that sub!reader gets turned on when Emily gets bossy and Emily's uses it to her advantage to fuck reader senseless in Emily's office.

So bossy…. I like it 18+

*Authors note~ another break from sinful souls to bring you Emily prentiss. I’m not sure how I feel about this one :( I’m going to take this opportunity to wish my lovely girlfriend @just-your-casual-nerd a very happy one year anniversary ♥️criminal minds (and our love for incredibly talented beautiful attractive women such as prentiss JJ and Larissa Weems ) brought us together and I’ve never been more grateful for anything in my life. I love you*

Trigger warnings~ sub r mommy dom! Emily strap warming, praise kink overstimulation for reader, oral on strap em loves Rs boobs more than life office sex, bossy Emily sort of free use reader oral fixation mentions

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Your wife becoming the chief of the BAU was certainly an achievement, one you are incredibly proud of her for, but litre did you know, the change in job would do more than add to her pay packet. Being an assistant of Penelope Garcia is how you met your wife, at first you thought Emily Prentiss hated you, but after some time with JJ and Garcia convincing you to join them on girls night, you soon found out that was not the case. She wanted you, too much, and that scared the raven haired profiler. Now her wife, you can look back and laugh at how awkward you both were dancing around the attraction.

The power that woman holds not only as your wife, your dominant but now your boss too, turns out it’s a massive turn on for you. Seeing the way she commands the room had you soaking your panties embarrassingly quickly. It happened so much these days you just always packed a few pairs spare for the work day. It wasn’t your fault, she’s incredibly sexy. But you were growing tired of finding excuses to tell Garcia about why you are always running to the ladies room. But your wife, she had caught on to your extra items in your work bag, the way your pupils would dilate at team meetings and even the slight heat that would cover your cheeks and the tops of your breasts every time she was more stern. Dominance clearly did it for you no matter the context, something she could use to her advantage.

To say you and Em experiment in the bedroom would be putting it lightly, you are both kinky people with needs after all. One of your wife’s kinks happened to be free use, something you turned out to love, this kink being relatively new for you, it hadn’t came into play outside the house. Until today. Being called to her office was a usual occurrence, sometimes genuinely needing your skills, others a lunch date and even on occasions comfort after a rough meeting or case.

“Honey?” You murmured quietly as you entered her office, closing the door behind you. “Lock it” came the first demand, her stern tone sending a wave of arousal straight to your stomach, causing you to jump into action and obey. “Good girl, here now” she demanded in her authoritative tone, loving how you instantly seemed to slip into your submissive state. “Mommy?” You mumbled shyly, avoiding eye contact with her and awaited the next command.

A verbal command never came, she knew you’d safe word If you felt the need to, her strong hand came to push down on your shoulders causing you to kneel in front of the woman. “Under the desk bunny, mommy needs to use that pretty mouth of yours” the raven haired chief murmured to you, a smirk plastering itself on her lips at your enthusiastic gasp. Of course it took some effort to get in the right position, Emily utilising your distracted state to lose her trousers and free a girthy looking six inch dildo that was now strapped to her hips. Where had she hidden that this morning?

“Em” you started only be cut off by your wife, “poor girl, being all turned on at work, good job mommy noticed and can now finally put your skills to use hmm?” It sounded like a question, but you knew it wasn’t, being good for Emily meant waiting for permission to speak. Something you haven’t been given. “Now bunny, you will be my good girl and let mommy fuck your pretty mouth and then maybe I’ll take pitty on you and sort out your messy cunt” the raven haired woman commanded as she settled back in her chair allowing you access to her shaft while remaining hidden from any potential praying eyes.

Aches radiated their way through your cramped body, limbs fallen asleep as you remained pliant for your mommy. God knows how long she’d been lazily fucking your throat but it was starting to become raw with every deep thrust of her hips. Only when Emily decided she was satisfied with how far down into your submissive haze you were did she pull back smirking at your glazed over eyes and a string of spit that attached to the head of her cock and your now swollen mouth. “Oh good girl” she murmured appreciatively as she lent down to rip open your shirt, “god your beautiful baby girl, so good for me. So pretty.”

Her words seemed to muffle as you allowed her to pull you up from the desk shredding your poor excuse for tights and lace underwear exposing your cunt. The heat radiating from your core had your wife moaning happily and you gasping as the cold air hit your sensitive slit. “Mommy” you whined as you subconsciously tried to find the friction your body craved. “Shush sweet girl, I know, mommy knows. Precious bunny, you’re soaked. Warming mommys cock should be no problem right?” Her murmurs seeming to not register as she manipulated your body to the exact position she desired.

Straddling Emily Prentiss’s lap, her faux dick nestled tightly between your sopping walls, head nuzzled into her neck and breasts on full display was definitely not how you expected when you walked in here. Not that you were complaining. No. You were far too down in your subby haze to even care where you are. The only thought on your mind being to please mommy. It doesn’t matter if you cum you just want mommy satisfied. It’s one of the many things Emily adores about you.

Quite truthfully, it was a slow paperwork day in the bureau which allowed for her plan to unfold. Having you on her lap, soaking your thighs as well as hers, desperate to keep your moans quiet and not expose your situation was definitely a way to make the day more pleasant. “Pretty bunny and such a good cock warmer too. Sit up bun, mommy wants to look at these perfect tits” the way her words seem to reek of dominance caused you to whimper as you sat up. “Oh, mommy’s favourite white lace bra today hmm? Gods bunny you’re so perfect for me. Prettiest thing for mommy to use.”

Less than thirty minutes in, you were rocking your hips into hers, lips lazily sucking on the junction between her neck and shoulder. Needy. You’d definitely marked your mommy, not that she minded at all, but getting you off was not the main purpose of this. A slap the tops of your breasts seemed to halt any movement, “behave bunny, mommys working now.” If you were more coherent you wouldn’t protested, but your body is beginning to lose the fight against exhaustion and need. “Please mommy, so sticky! Please help me mommy. I need you to.” You whimpered pathetically causing the other woman to grab your hair into a make shift ponytail before yanking you off the faux cock and throwing you over her desk.

“Just couldn’t behave and wait could you? Never seem to follow mommys orders so I guess you need a lesson. I don’t want to hear a peep out of you unless it’s checking in or safewords. Do you understand little girl” she practically snarled at you while teasing your messy cunt with the soaked strap. A hard smack to the globes of your arse remind you that you hadn’t replied. “I understand” you mumbled guilt soaking the words, you’d failed to make mommy happy, “I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t help the squeak of protest as you felt her enter your red puffy pussy, with how oversensitive your poor abused hole was feeling you knew staying quiet would be extremely difficult. “Shut up and take what mommy gives you. My own personal bunny to fuck whenever I want. However I want.” She grunted in between harsh thrusts of her hips, causing your body to slam into her desk repeatedly. You’d definitely have bruises.

As predicted with her spewing words in between her thrusts you were struggling to keep quiet, frantically searching through bleary eyes for something to put in your mouth. Obviously the profiler part of your wife noticed and ever so kindly lent over your body to shove her fingers into your awaiting mouth. “Pretty girl just needs to suckle on mommys fingers hmm? God I love your pretty pussy baby. Mommy loves you so much baby girl” she groaned as she came again causing you to also come with her. You’d be lying if you said you kept track of how many orgasms she’d given you over the table as well as warming her strap before she finally gentled pulled out and started aftercare.

The strap now hidden in her draw she yanked the blanket off the back of her chair, gently settled you In the chair before unlocking the door and setting you on her lap. Instantly your body turned to snuggle into the older woman, blanket wrapped around you causing you to sigh contentedly. “So good for me sweet girl, rest my love, I’m right here then we will go clean up and head home to have a nice bath hmm?” She whispered before trailing off to hum the same tune she did when your nightmares plagued your sleep. You drifted off to your slumber in the arms of the woman you love, safe and content and throughly satisfied.

Word count~ 1970

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daddyslilchickenfingers2 · 8 months ago

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KINKTOBER (Reuploaded)

Ass Eating (Chris)

Request: Hi! Can you please do one where the reader is dating Chris and she wants to eat his ass and she’s nervous and brings it up to him and she does and he’s like all whiny!!

Warnings: Sub Chris, ass eating, anal fingering, major mommy kink, use of the name ‘baby’ a lot, soft dom reader, whiny Chris

a/n: so many of you guys are in my dms asking for this fic back so here it is. (comment if you want pegging matt to go back up next)

a/n2: i really don’t like how i wrote this one back then so please don’t leave any hate on it because i know a lot of people are going to hate this one

Y/n’s pov

I’ve been wanting to try something new with Chris but I’m really nervous to ask him. Not only because I’ve never done it before but also because it’s definitely something that’ll be out of his comfort zone and I don’t want him to get upset with me. We were both chilling on the couch when I unintentionally let out a frustrated sigh, “What’s wrong angel?” Chris asked sweetly. “I wanna try something new and different.” I replied vaguely, leading Chris to ask, “Like in bed?” he gave me a confused look. I felt my cheeks warm up and I was suddenly feeling nervous and embarrassed about what I wanted to try so I gave him a shy nod.

“Okay, so what is it babe?” he asked me, “You can’t make it weird if you don’t want to do it, okay? Just say no and I’ll never bring it up again, please promise me.” I pleaded with him. “Fine I promise.” he said with a laugh, taking a deep breath, I proceeded to ask him about this new thing. “Can I um- Can I please try to e-eat your ass?” I asked as my face flushed a deep red while his breath hitched. “O-Okay, um wow. You’re right th-that is something different, but I’m not necessarily opposed to it. Never had that done to me before.” Chris nervously gulped, scratching the back of his head.

Looking up at him, I too admitted, “I’ve uh- I’ve never done it before either. I just really wanna try it, it sounds really hot. We don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable though.” “It d-doesn’t make me uncomfortable, just n-nervous because it’s new.” he replied back. We were both quiet for a minute until Chris looked at me saying, “O-Okay let’s try it, but you gotta promise you’ll stop if I ask you to.” he chuckled nervously. “I promise, just tell me to stop and I will.” I smiled back at him, “Wanna do it right now? I’m kinda horny.” he asked with a shy grin and blushed.

I agreed considering Chris had taken a shower a few hours ago “Yeah, sure. Um- yes.” I said nervously. “Why are you nervous? I should be the nervous one.” Chris laughed as he grabbed my hand, helping me off the couch. “I don’t know, I just didn’t think you’d say yes.” I laughed back as we went down to his room. “Are you um like going to stick your fingers in me?” he asked nervously, “Do you want me to?” I asked back. “Kinda…” he blushed heavily, “Then yeah, I can do that if you get me lube. I don’t want it to hurt.” I told him. Chris grabbed the lube, tossing it at me, “Mkay, boss me around pretty lady, tonight you’re in charge.” he said with a wink.

“In that case, strip to your boxers for me and sit against the headboard.” I instructed him, Chris came over and gave me a sweet kiss, with a smile. “You’re kinda cute when you try to be bossy.” he giggled, taking off everything but his boxers and sitting against the headboard like I asked. I left my clothes on, which was spandex shorts and a crop top, “Why are you gonna be dressed?” he asked confused, “Because you’re the only one getting off tonight baby.” I replied.

“At least take off your shorts please.” I knew Chris was nervous and this was different for him, so I agreed and took them off. “Okay so we’re gonna start out like normal and makeout, then get to the fun part.” I joked as I sat on his lap. We made out for a bit before I started trailing my kisses down his neck, “Lay down on your back baby.” I told him. Obviously, Chris being Chris, he had to make another joke “Yes ma’am.” he said while saluting me like a soldier, resulting in an unamused look from me. “Not funny Chris.” “Sorry, it’s just cute. You know, you trying to sound dominant and shit.” he said with a cheesy smile.

Eventually complying, Chris laid back and I kissed all the way down to the waistband of his boxers. “Can I take these off babe?” I asked, trying to be nice but Chris just rolled his eyes. “Of course you can.” he said in a smart ass tone but quickly dropped his cocky attitude once he was fully naked. “You’re still okay with me doing this right?” I wanted to make sure because he looked really anxious. “Yes please.” Chris admitted, squirming when my hands ran up his thighs, “Are you ready baby?” I asked, just to be sure. “Y/n, just touch me please, I need it!” he begged me, which was really hot.

I started off by teasing him a little, kissing his thighs and licking his balls a bit, “This position might not be the most comfortable by the way. So if you don’t like it, let me know and we can try a different one.” I said while pushing his legs up. Chris seemed to already know what to do since he immediately grabbed onto the back of his thighs to hold his legs up and apart. With a bright pink blush across his face, he asked, “I-Is this good? Am I uh doing it right?” “Yes baby, you’re doing so good for me already.” I praised him.

I spread his ass cheeks apart and slowly starting licking around his rim a bit before gently placing my tongue on the center of his hole. I wasn’t really applying too much pressure yet, I was just slowly letting him get used to the feeling. Chris let out a small whine that he tried to cover up by clearing his throat when I poked my tongue into him slightly. I smirked to myself as I flattened my tongue and continued with my gentle licking all around his rim, even up towards his balls.

With my tongue still flattened, I started applying more pressure as I licked, especially on his taint. This action caused a loud whimper to fall past Chris’ lips before I went back down to circle his rim again. I was now using my thumb to massage his taint while slowly flicking just the tip of my tongue in and out of his hole. “Mmmm shit!” he whined when my movements sped up, Chris was loving this, writhing from the new pleasure he was feeling. I wasn’t really expecting what happened next, but honestly it just made my panties fucking soaked.

One of Chris’ hands came down to push my face deeper into his ass, pulling my hair in the process. “Fuck mommy! More, please! Need more!” he whimpered causing me to loudly moan against his ass. I pulled away after that and Chris look petrified of what I was going to say, thinking I was upset with him. “You want more babe? How about you be a good boy for mommy and try a new position?” I seductively asked while looking at him, “Please kiss me first” he asked shyly.

I don’t know why, but when I moved to hover over him for a kiss, I roughly grabbed his throat like he usually does to me. Choking him slightly, I smashed my lips down on Chris’ and I loved the needy moan he loudly let out into the kiss. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you baby?” I rhetorically asked, not expecting an answer. “Yours mommy! Your slut and good boy!” he whined needily, making me even wetter than I was before. “Mhm, can you get on your hands and knees for me baby?” I asked gently, still not entirely sure with what Chris was comfortable with.

He quickly flipped over into position, dick twitching when I spoke. “Look at you, such a good boy for me! Maybe next time you can sit on my face like a true slut.” I said while leaning over so my chest was against his back for a minute. “Please mommy, touch me!” Chris whined, which is my new favorite sound, “You’re so needy.” I teased as I moved back to be behind him. I pulled apart his ass cheeks and immediately went back to circling his puckered hole. I loved all the new noises coming from my, now submissive, boyfriend, they were so needy and hot.

Sticking my whole tongue in Chris was something new but neither of us were disappointed with the outcome. “Mommy! Mommy feels so good!” he cried, pushing himself back against my tongue more, making me moan against his ass. I could tell Chris was getting close to cumming soon, especially after I grabbed his pulsing cock and felt a significant amount precum leak out. “WAIT! WAIT I CAN’T CUM YET!” Chris yelled, pulling my wrist away from his cock and panting heavily.

“What, why?” I asked confused, pulling away. He flipped himself over onto his back again, “Want your fingers inside me remember?” he asked needily. “God, Chris! You’re so unbelievably sexy, did you know that?” I asked while rubbing up his sides, making him whimper. “I-I love when you talk to, and touch me like that, makes me feel good about myself.” he said quietly, pulling at my shirt. I took off my shirt off and started kissing all over his neck and chest, rubbing my hands across his body again, slowly moving towards his leaking cock.

I grabbed the lube as I sucked hickies into his skin, “Yes mommy, mark me so everyone knows I’m yours.” he whined. I squeezed some lube onto my fingers and slowly spread it around his hole, “Are you sure you want to do this baby? It might hurt a little.” I asked sincerely. “Please just fuck me with your fingers Y/n/n, I can’t wait any longer.” he begged in a whiny voice, “Okay, sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were good.” I replied back. I slowly slipped one of my fingers halfway in, watching his face for any signs of discomfort before pushing in all the way in.

This caused Chris to let out a groan, “A second finger! I can take it, please mommy!” he whined, looking down at me. I added a bit more lube onto my two fingers before very slowly pushing them in together. “Is it okay to move my fingers yet baby?” I asked while rubbing my left hand across his body, “Mph, sl-slowly.” he replied, biting his lip out of discomfort. Soon enough, Chris was a whimpering mess, “Faster!” he whined at one point, causing me to move my fingers faster.

I slowly curled my fingers, causing Chris to scream when I hit his prostate. “YES— HOLY FUCK MOMMY! RIGHT THERE, DO THAT AGAIN!” he begged loudly, “Right here? Is that where it feels good baby?” I teasingly replied. “YES, YES PLEASE!” he cried out so I did it again, perfectly hitting his prostate, loving Chris’ whimpers and cries. My left hand was still roaming around his body, stopping at his cock, I ran my thumb over his slit to collect the huge amounts of precum that kept oozing out of it.

Honestly, I don’t know how but I just realized that I was extremely, and embarrassingly, close to cumming and I haven’t even been touched. This was all just so hot to me and I started to moan while kissing up his thighs. “M-Mommy? Wh-Why are you moaning?” Chris asked in a whine as a blush spread across his face. I looked at at him with hooded eyes, “Because your sexy moans and begging are about to make me cum untouched” I smirked.

I removed my hand from his cock, replacing it with my mouth and deep throating him. “That’s so fucking hot, I-I want you to cum so bad mommy! Fuck!” Chris whined, causing me to moan around his cock. Both of his hands came down to pull my hair, “I-I I’m gonna— FUCK YES MOMMY RIGHT THERE MMPH!” Chris whimpered as he came down my throat. I slowly pulled my fingers out and pulled off his cock with a pop before I was flipped onto my back.

“What are you doing?” I asked him softly, “You didn’t cum yet mommy, I wanna be a good boy and make you cum.” he replied while taking my panties off. The fact the Chris just got finger fucked for the first time and had an intense orgasm, but is still thinking about my pleasure, is so hot. He wasted no time before diving into eating me out, “Hold my head in place, push me deep into your pussy mommy.” is all he said before his face was between my legs.

I moaned loudly as Chris went straight to sucking on my swollen clit, flicking the bundle of nerves with his tongue. I felt him slowly push a finger into me at a teasingly slow pace, “Baby, be a good boy and go faster for me, please.” I moaned while pulling his hair. I was so close already and when he not only went faster, but also added a second finger, I almost lost it. When I looked down, I not only saw Chris’ crystal blue eyes looking up at me, I saw a very erotic sight.

He was humping/grinding on the bed while eating me out, whining and moaning against my pussy. “Fuck, is my sweet boy getting himself off again, hmm? So sexy, you’re such a good boy for mommy, aren’t you?” I rhetorically asked, already knowing the answer. Chris just moaned in response, adding a third finger and sending me over the edge.

The vibrations from his moaning only intensified my pleasure, causing me to roughly grip his hair. “Oh fuck Chris! So good, letting me cum all over your face!” I cried out as he licked up all my cum. Once he was sure he got it all, Chris hovered over me and caught my lips in a sloppy make out, aggressively humping my thigh before cumming all over it.

“Was that good mommy?” he asked me, out of breath, licking his own cum off my body. “So good Chris, always such a good boy.” I praised as I pulled him to lay down with me. Chris adjusted his head so it was laying on my boobs and cuddled up around me, he was the little spoon tonight. “We- We can totally do that again, right?” he tiredly mumbled into my neck.

I laughed as I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair, “I thought that was obvious! Of course we can do this again, Chris…” I said sweetly. “As long as I get to hear you whine and beg like that, I don’t care what we have to do!” I added after, loving the way Chris squirmed around me. “Y/n/n, stop it.” he whined, I just went back to laughing and pulled him closer.

It was quiet for a few minutes until Chris kissed my neck. “Goodnight baby, I love you.” he said afterward, pulling the blankets up over us. “Goodnight handsome, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself tonight.” I replied back, kissing his sweaty forehead. With that being said, we both quickly drifted off to sleep.

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diaper-your-brat · 4 months ago

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08 - From bossy businesswoman to diapered brat.

Some people like the idea of completely regressing their partner, 24/7 and taking away their adulthood. To each their own, but I much prefer the principle of "High-performing businesswoman in the office, diapered brat at home". If she wants to be a big girl in the workplace, go ahead and let her. Let her be in charge of her little meetings, yell at her subordinates and whatever else she wants to do. As long as she remembers one thing: once she enters home, her big-girl privileges are revoked. Instantly.

Kayla, for example, has to follow strict rules: as soon as she is home she has five minutes. Either, she has to completely undress and present herself to her daddy, so that he can inspect & diaper her. Or, if she comes home first, she has to immediately take off her business clothes and put on a diaper & a childish top by herself. Once that is done, she has a list of chores to do. Nothing mentally demanding, of course ("Your little mind is already overwhelmed from running from one silly meeting to another all day long", as her daddy likes to say). Instead, these tasks may include things like:

Clean the kitchen

Prepare dinner for daddy

Maintain her diaper stash & baby supplies

Suck her daddy's cock

Kayla isn't always happy about this. Sometimes she pouts and complains about being treated this way at home, despite being a highly-respected executive. But after a spanking or some corner time, she'll usually see reason.

And then her daddy will patiently listen to her frustrations of her busy workday. Of course, while she's diapered at home, no work phone & laptop is allowed. "Little girls shouldn't play with adult devices", her daddy often chuckles. And then he says things like:

"If only your employees could see what a little stinker their boss lady is..."

"Look at you, you kept your big girl underwear dry all day at the office today. Did you go to the bathroom all by yourself?"

"I'm gonna send you to work with a properly spanked bottom tomorrow, to make sure you don't act up at work tomorrow."

Kayla might react by whimpering and whining. But after a busy day at work, this is exactly the relief she needs, and they both know it.

(Picture generated with Stable Diffusion, text written by me. Everyone depicted is 18+ and consenting, and no real people are depicted on any of my posts.)

(The goal with this picture was to get a smooth before-after of the same character in the same setting. As we can see, the results remain imperfect, as of now. Both the character & the kitchen setting do still change a lot. Will continue experimenting with this in the future...)

#diaper discipline #diaperyourbrat #forcedregression

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zolawffy · 2 years ago

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What you call them Vs what they call you.

Zoro

⚔️Zoro calls you: Y/N, Woman, mama, sexy, boss (when you’re being bossy) and thats it really.

🌸You call Zoro: Zoro. zozo, zo, moss head, swordsman, grumpy, papa bear, Marimo

Law

🗡️Law calls you: pretty girl, Mamas, my girl, baby, babe, darlin’,

🌸You call Law: big hat, knuckles, room boy, law, traf, Mr Law, Big head, papa bear.

Luffy

🏴‍☠️Luffy calls you: babe, cutie, strawhat princess

🌸You call Luffy, idiot, strawhat, luf luf, lu, rubber man, condom (jk), balloon, stretchy,

Sanji

👩🏼‍🍳Sanji calls you: Darlin’, my lady, my love,

Y/N-Swan, Little dove, princess, lovely, dear, cutie, sweetheart, precious, Chefs kiss.

🌸You call Sanji: Sanji, ji, Chef, Cook, Babe, vinsmoke,

Crocodile

🐊Crocodile calls you: sweet girl, princess, dear, lovely, beautiful,

🌸You call crocodile : papa, papa bear, croc, sir,

Doflamingo

🦩Doflamingo calls you: sweetheart, darling, love, precious, little girl,

🌸You call Doflamingo: doffy, pink rag, pinkie, sir, daddy, don,

#doflamingo x y/n #op doflamingo #trafalgardwaterlaw #monkey d. luffy #vinsmoke sanji #one piece x reader #sir crocodile #black reader #marimo #ronoroa zoro #roronoa zoro #one piece headcanons #headcannons

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abilouwrites · 1 year ago

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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

Mat Barzal x fem!oc

Series Masterlist

ONE

I only like the bookstore during the night, when it’s slow and nobody’s around. The lights are flickering and the town suddenly goes quiet in contrast with the bustle of the busy mornings and heavy traffic of the day.

I only work here on the weekends for the closing shifts or the opening ones. Something to make a little more money to fall back on besides my adult corporate job. My parents are proud, more my father than my mother that I’ve begun my climb up the corporate ladder.

I don’t hate my job, far from it. Simply the long hours and bossy bosses that make me pull at my fingers and tug at my hair. Especially with my youth and admitted naivety, those at my job can be wary about me either in the break room or being hesitant to invite me out for drinks.

I’ve been told by my therapist that I rushed my childhood, skipping grades and taking collage classes while also taking highschool classes at the same time. I want to fight her on it, claim that I did have a childhood and had dreams but I know that I’m defending something I never had.

Two parents who were always fighting; hated eachother but swore to stay together because of their vows, “Hey Bella” I smile at the older lady standing at the counter as I tuck behind into the back room and set my purse onto the table and wrapping my apron around my body, “slow day?” I ask as I switch from heels to converse.

“Yeah, it’s the middle of the school season so all the kidlets are probably studying” she sighs out rubbing her tired eyes, “ok, I’m off. Be safe. Please” she reminds me as she pats my shoulder, “I’ll need you to come in a bit earlier tomorrow for the opening shift, we’re getting a new shipment of books for the month”

“Uhh, yeah yeah I can do that, so 5:30 instead of six?” I clarify, as I clock myself in on the timetable next to the register.

“Yes, thank you Emma. You’re a doll” She smiles and blows me a kiss exiting the building as the cold wind brushes against her; gently pulling at the greying blonde hair that’s always been tucked into a a little bun.

I turn on some music to keep my mind from straying as I walk around the store. Gently brushing my fingers against the creased spines and occasional leather covered book. Those nice collectors editions are always Romeo and Juliet, or Hamlet.

Personally I’ve thought Romeo and Juliet a bit childish and immature, but I’ve always been told I’m looking at it from a modern perspective. I believe that Romeo and Juliet is the way to not fall in love.

But then again, that’s coming from the girl who watched her parents try and fix an already broken marriage by having an abundance of kids and forcing themselves to stay together even though, everyone’s known they’d be better apart. Even their own kids.

I tidy up the reading corner, setting the old book. Princess and the pea back onto the shelf and searching for the one tomorrow.

My my fingers pull and push against the covers of the kids books, looking for something different. I don’t pay attention when the bell jingles and jangles while I hear a heavy step quickly become softer. I hear them physically relax as they walk the isles.

I eventually decide on a book with a unicorn and a blonde girl. Something I fondly remember of my own childhood.

I stretch up a little and let my hair down from its clip, it falls unevenly against my shoulders but I don’t mind or even care that much. This bookstore is my happy place; where I am safe and content within my own body. Here I will never care what I look like.

I view the man searching in the fiction section, something specific I can tell by his body language. If he needs help I’ll allow him to ask; yet I’m wary of going up to a man and guiding him to the book.

When he finally notices me watching him he turns around and asks, “do you know where I can find ‘The road’ it’s uh. Geez by I think by Cormac McCarthy?” He stumbles out; slowly dragging a hand across his face and brushing his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes.

His face is soft but sharp; his eyes evoke a warm bubbly feeling inside me. Eyes that make me feel comfortable being alone with him, “yes, I believe we only have a few left” I tell him, walking off to a different section of the store, “I know, our shop is set up weird” I explain.

“And why’s that?” He inquires, his pace isnt rushed or faster than mine. But relaxed and nonchalant. As if he has all the time in the world.

“The original owners, she has a special section called ‘Meine Leibe’ which I think translates to ‘My loves’ or ‘my life’ once she passed her daughter kept it the same so this little section would always be here for her. I find it endearing” I know I ramble on a bit but I’ve suddenly grown afraid of having a silence against the two of us

“It is, it’s just a little place with all her favorite books?” He keeps asking, as I turn into the cozy little corner. I thumb through the alphabetical order.

“Yeah, her favorite chair, pillows. Shannon was such a kind lady” I reminisce, “here is The Road, is there anything else I can help you with? Or will that be all for today?”

“Uhh, ha unless you have ‘The deal’ by Elle Kennedy then I’ll take that too” I think he’s being sarcastic but I can’t really tell.

“I think we do, are you a hockey fan?” I ask walking to the romance section.

“I guess you could say that, do you watch?” He asks, “do you need a hand?”

“I watch a bit, just the New Jersey Devils with my dad. Yeah it’s just above there” I point, even on my tip toes the store has ceiling high bookshelves. And because it’s night the ladders been locked up. I move to the side as he grabs the book.

“Are you from Jersey?”

“Yeah, I lived there before I came to New York for a work deal”

“I’m going to assume it’s not this job.. right?” As he makes his way to the register and I slink behind the counter

“Yeah, my uh big girl job as my mom likes to address it as” I hear the roll in my eyes as I scan the bar codes and ring him up, “will that be with cash or card?”

“Card” He pulls his wallet out of the front pocket of his jacket, “thank you”, he checks for my name eyes staring just above but also at my chest.

I poke my eyebrows up at him praying to god this man isn’t looking at my tits directly; not even with the slightest bit of discretion.

“I’m uh looking for your name to thank you— I swear I’m not looking at your uh. You know boobs” he almost whispers out the last bit before continuing, “not that they aren’t nice or anything but uh” the tips of his ears turn pink and his cheeks suddenly become flushed, “I will just pay now” he groans out softly; handing me his card and rubbing his eyes with his hands.

I ring him up and he puts his pin in, “thank you again, you never told me your name” he questions for that piece of information

“Emma”

“Thank you Emma, have a good evening” he purses his lips and grabs his books. Hands shaking as he smiles and starts to leave.

“You too, wait” I lean over the bar slightly, “you never told me your name?”

“Mat”

“Alright then, have a good evening Mat. Come back soon”

The door jingles as he leaves and I watch him through the window, I see him sigh and smack his books against his head. Though I don’t exactly hear what he says; noises muffled through the glass and the music.

“Huh. What a strange guy”

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slaymitchabernathy · 7 months ago

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It’s Nice To Have A Friend

| this story was inspired by the song ‘It’s Nice To Have A Friend’ by Taylor Swift |

“ school bell rings, walk me home, sidewalk chalk covered in snow, lost my gloves you give me one, wanna hang out? yeah, sounds like fun ”

Coriolanus Snow is a very important person. Well, at least that’s what his mother says. She reminds him of that every day before he goes to school, while she helps him with the buttons of his coat because sometimes those can be difficult for a six-year-old to manage.

He likes going to school, the Academy. His mother and father went there, that’s how they met. Husband and wife, President and First Lady. Coriolanus thinks the two terms seem to go hand in hand with one another.

When he was younger—five years old—he’d one day wondered if he would ever meet someone, some girl. There were lots of girls in his class but he didn’t particularly think of them as First Lady material. Clemensia was nice, pretty even, but she was his friend. Arachne could be very bossy and Coriolanus doesn’t like being bossed around. And don’t get him started on Livia who’s practically his sworn enemy.

No, perhaps he shall die alone.

Until mother pointed out a little girl one day when she was dropping him off. The little girl was dressed in a soft light pink coat, with a white hat and white gloves, holding onto her father’s hand. “That’s the girl you’re going to marry one day darling,” his mother had said to him.

Coriolanus couldn’t believe it! He was already promised to someone? He thought for a moment that it might be left to him to decide on his future wife but the grownups were once again, one step ahead of him. That preposterous idea of already knowing who you were going to marry filled his head with questions that he brought to his mother, mostly because father was very busy.

She chuckled and ran a loving hand through his blonde curls before assuring him that no one expected them to fall in love until they were much older and more mature.

Well, that was a relief.

But that didn’t stop Coriolanus from getting to know this girl. His future wife. She was very pretty, she also had blonde hair but her eyes weren’t blue like his, no, they were more…grayish blue. Coriolanus knew enough about colors to decide that Soarynn, his future wife, had the best-colored eyes in the world.

She was so much fun! They played together all the time at recess. Soarynn was great at playing games and always made sure their classmates were included. She would always move the worms off the sidewalk after it rained and when it wasn’t raining she’d help him use chalk to draw pictures.

Sometimes Coriolanus wished he could see her outside of school. Maybe have a playdate. But none of these adults seemed to be in a rush like he was to get this show on the road.

Until one fateful day.

It had snowed while they were in school and while Eudora Trinket—the family planner—had come to collect Coriolanus after school as she did every day, Soarynn’s father had not. Apparently, the roads were closed or something like that, Coriolanus could only pick up so much as a six-year-old. But there was a silver lining! He and Eudora got to walk Soarynn home! He was giddy with excitement but didn’t let it show. He had to be collected. Play it cool.

As they walked Soarynn home their shoes left footprints in the snow, giving them a glimpse of the sidewalk chalk drawings they’d made a couple days ago. Soarynn giggled, “It snowed and your last name is Snow! Isn’t that funny Coryo?”

He smiled at the nickname she’d given him when they first became friends. It sounded much better than Coriolanus, an apparent family name, whatever that means. “Yeah, it is funny. What’s your last name?”

Soarynn proudly beamed up at the sky, “Nightingale.” Coriolanus nodded, it was quite an impressive last name compared to others like ‘Cardew’ or ‘Creed’ in his opinion.

The wind blew against them and Eudora muttered something about needing a raise when Coriolanus noticed that Soarynn only had one glove.

“Where’d your other glove go Soarynn?”

Soarynn looked down at her right hand and her eyes widened, “Oh! I must’ve lost it somewhere. It’s okay though, I can just put my hands in my pockets,” she said, shoving her hands into the pockets of her light pink coat. She even offered him a smile to show all was well but Coriolanus wasn’t convinced.

Soarynn was his future wife. He should take care of her, shouldn’t he? Father always took care of mother.

He pulled off his red glove without hesitation and offered it to her, “Here, you can wear one of mine.”

Soarynn furrowed her eyebrows, “But what if you get cold Coryo?” He waved her off, “A Snow doesn’t get cold.”

Once they arrived at her townhouse Soarynn was let in by the maid who welcomed her in with a smile. Coriolanus took this as an opportunity to lean into the doorway, his feet still lingering on the threshold of the Nightingale’s home while he worked up the courage to ask a daunting question.

“Wanna hang out?”

Soarynn broke into a wide grin and nodded.

“Yeah! Sounds like fun.”

It’s nice to have a friend.

꧁ ꧂

“ video games, you pass me a note, sleeping in tents. it’s nice to have a friend, it’s nice to have a friend ”

“I keep losing!” Soarynn whined, throwing herself onto the pillows they’d brought onto the floor.

Coriolanus knew Eudora would probably scold them for letting the precious pillows touch the floor but he felt the floor was clean enough. Besides, they’d put them back once they were done playing.

“You have to make the right moves,” he told her, tearing his eyes away from the screen to see Soarynn glaring up at the ceiling. He was attempting to teach her how to use the new gaming set he’d gotten for his birthday. All his friends thought it was the coolest thing. He did too, especially since he was the first child in all of Panem to have one.

Being the President’s son certainly has its perks.

Soarynn however, did not share the same sentiments about his video games. Probably because she wasn’t the best at them but Coriolanus felt compelled to make her feel better. He didn’t like seeing his friends sad, especially Soarynn who he considered his best friend.

At the bright age of ten, Coriolanus was often teased for having a “girl-friend” since none of the other boys wanted anything to do with girls right now. They were more focused on tussling, spitting, and eating weird combinations of food during lunch.

And he was too!

But Soarynn was different than other girls. Coriolanus liked spending time with her, laughing with her, playing with her. And she was much prettier than his friends so that helped.

She’d tossed the remote to the side and for a moment Coriolanus felt his hand inching towards hers but he stopped himself.

They were just friends.

꧁ ꧂

“My mother says we can put the tents up in the backyard tonight if your father is okay with it.”

Coriolanus was quick to jot down a simple note before folding it and passing it down to Soarynn who sat two seats behind him.

He looked over his shoulder to see her unfolding it and grinned when she looked up and eagerly nodded. The two of them had discovered some old tents in the storage room of the President’s Mansion and ever since they’d been begging to sleep outside in one of them.

Eudora argued that they could get sick or that it could rain but they didn’t care. It sounded like fun.

And it was fun as they set up the tents, even when it collapsed on them because twelve-year-olds aren’t very qualified at putting up tents. They both just laughed in the dark, laughed so hard that they couldn’t breathe.

“We’re not very good at this,” Soarynn said, wiping away a tear.

Coriolanus chuckled, “No, no we’re not but we can fix it.”

Once they’d fixed the tent it was much easier to sleep in. Their sleeping bags provided enough warmth and Coriolanus couldn’t help but watch as Soarynn slept, how pretty she looked even at night. But they were just friends and their friendship was something Coriolanus valued deeply.

It’s nice to have a friend.

꧁ ꧂

“ light-pink sky, up on the roof, sun sinks down, no curfew. 20 questions, we tell the truth, you’ve been stressed out lately, yeah, me too. ”

They probably shouldn’t be up on the roof.

Soarynn had come to Coriolanus one morning with excitement in her eyes as she told him about her new discovery. That if you were careful, you could climb up onto the roof of her townhouse.

He of course had to try it and found you could see a good bit of the Capitol from up here.

The sky was light pink, just like Soarynn’s coat all those years ago when he first saw her. It was strange sometimes to look at the girl sitting across from him and think to himself, “She’s my future wife.” He knew that, she knew that. Everyone knew that.

They were eighteen, about to graduate, become adults and Coriolanus knew what happened when you were an adult. You got married.

They wouldn’t get married right away, no. The agreement was that they’d get married once they finished up at the University. At least they had a few more years of just being friends. But Coriolanus didn’t know if he wanted to be just friends. Not anymore. Not when she was his best friend and he simply wished to be by her side all day and all night.

“Twenty questions,” Soarynn said, jolting him from his precarious thoughts about marriage and dating girls. Why did everything have to be so complicated?

Still, he couldn’t stop the small grin from forming on his lips at her statement. They still loved to play games but now that they were older, the games were too. Twenty questions were a good way for them to gauge one another’s feelings, their mental and emotional state.

Coriolanus nodded, “You go first.” Soarynn sat up a little straighter, smoothing out her skirt while she bit her lip, trying to think of a question.

“Are you excited to graduate?”

Boring. But he still had to answer it. Coriolanus hummed, “I am. Mostly because I won’t have to see Dean Highbottom every day.” They both laughed when thinking of the Dean who seemed to despise children which made his job a bit ironic.

“I believe he feels the same way,” Soarynn told him, giggling when he gave her a playful shove. Coriolanus shook his head, a grin still on his lips, “Alright, my turn. Did you or did you not kiss Titus Fenton at the dance last month?”

Soarynn’s groan and the roll of her eyes were more than enough to answer his question. She ran her fingers through her hair, “No I did not kiss Titus although he did give me a hug that was long enough to feel a bit awkward.”

Coriolanus snorted and wiped his hands on his pants. For some reason, they were a bit sweaty and he refused to believe it was due to his nerves about the possibility of Soarynn actually kissing Titus.

Arachne had told everyone that she saw them kiss but Coriolanus has learned to take Arachne’s word with a grain of salt. But still, he had to ask.

“Okay, no more romantic questions. How are you actually feeling about going to University? And don’t give me that bullshit answer that you give every adult who asks the same question.” Soarynn said, giving him a knowing look.

Coriolanus sighed, there was quite a bit happening right now with graduation right around the corner. So much that he didn’t even want to think about University.

“I’ve been stressed out,” he whispered, thinking about how many talks his father had given him the past few months about how he had to be perfect, be a Snow. Even though he was growing up he still felt like a kid.

Soarynn scooted in closer until they were shoulder to shoulder, “Yeah, me too.”

They both sat there in silence, watching the sun set over the Capitol, thoughts of the future lingering around them.

Coriolanus was glad to have Soarynn in his life, to share this burden. He couldn’t imagine going into the future alone.

It’s nice to have a friend.

꧁ ꧂

“ something gave you the nerve to touch my hand, it’s nice to have a friend, it’s nice to have a friend ”

It’s hard to study with Soarynn sitting right next to him.

They’re supposed to be studying for their upcoming biology test but Coriolanus keeps finding himself studying her, rather than the books laid out in front of them.

And hasn’t everything been laid out in front of them?

There’s only three weeks left until winter break and Coriolanus is counting down the days until he and Soarynn can have each other's undivided attention for those two blissful weeks.

If only he could garner the strength and courage to ask her out.

He knows he doesn’t have to. It’s all been arranged but he knows how much it’ll mean to Soarynn. And frankly, how much it means to him as well.

“Oh, I give up,” Soarynn said with an exasperated sigh, pushing her pencil away. Coriolanus chuckled as she leaned back in the wooden chair, letting out a yawn. They’d been in the University’s library for a good four hours now so he felt they could call it quits for the day.

“Want me to walk you home?” He asked, already knowing she’d say yes. Soarynn hummed and gave him one of those looks that recently made his heart beat a little faster, “Mhm. Oh, and you can stay for dinner if you want, my father should be home soon.”

Coriolanus swallowed at the thought of having dinner with Mr. Nightingale. Not that he was scared, because he wasn’t. But it came with a certain set of expectations and he feared he wasn’t living up to any of them.

Still, he didn’t let that get in his way as they walked into Soarynn’s home, his ears hearing the sound of Petunia before he laid eyes on the feline.

“Did you miss us?” Soarynn asked her cat as she scooped her up and spun them around. Petunia let out a meow and pawed the air as she looked over at Coriolanus, almost as if waving him over. Coriolanus of course obliged because only an asshole would ignore a cat like Petunia.

Petunia purred when he gave her a good scratch right behind the ears, "I'm surprised you haven't brought her with you to class yet," he teased, knowing how inseparable Soarynn and the cat could be. Petunia had been a birthday gift to Soarynn when she turned fifteen and she'd been ecstatic. Coriolanus of course felt left out and begged his parents for a dog only to be turned down.

Dogs had fleas and all sorts of diseases, and his mother wasn't shy to remind him of the time dogs had carried rabies. Needless to say, Petunia was the closest thing he'd get to a pet. But once they got married, technically she'd also be his cat.

Coriolanus held onto that hopeful thought as they went upstairs to Soarynn's room where she flung herself onto the large bed, "Maybe we should watch something to pass the time," she suggested, rolling onto her stomach to look up at him. Coriolanus nodded, "As long as it isn't scary because I don't want any more late-night phone calls because you're convinced something's inside your closet."

Soarynn scoffed and threw the nearest pillow at him which he caught, "That was one time," she defended, "and we should watch something romantic, like the one about the girl who gets amnesia." Coriolanus all but rolled his eyes at Soarynn's request since he despised that film and how unrealistic it was.

Who forgets everything only to remember everything after one magical kiss?

Still, he obliged since he knew how much Soarynn loved the film and he put it on, watching Soarynn mouth all the words to her favorite parts. She looked so pretty with her hair pulled back, a few pieces still in her face. Coriolanus had opted to sit on the edge of the bed while Soarynn lay next to him on her stomach, her feet kicking back and forth in the air. She always did that, ever since she was little she kicked her feet.

The film was getting closer to what was arguably "the best part" and Coriolanus couldn't help but look at Soarynn's hand. All these years had passed and not once had he held it. He was beginning to feel a bit like a failure.

He didn't know why or where it came from, maybe it was the movie but suddenly he had the courage to make a move.

Something gave him the nerve to touch her hand.

Soarynn looked down at his hand on top of hers for a moment before she smiled up at him and laced her fingers through his.

They fit perfectly together.

It's nice to have a friend.

꧁ ꧂

" church bells ring, carry me home, rice on the ground looks like snow "

Soarynn's arms wrapped around his neck as she squealed. Coriolanus laughed as they finally emerged from the building they had just gotten married in, bells were ringing, friends were cheering, cameras flashing.

They were married.

Coriolanus couldn't believe it. He didn't believe it when mother gave him her blessing along with her ring to propose to Soarynn with. He didn't believe it when Soarynn said "yes" and started jumping up and down, nearly tackling him in a hug. And he certainly didn't believe it when she was walking down the aisle an hour ago, dressed in a beautiful wedding dress on her father's arm.

But here he was, married to his best friend, carrying her down the steps to the car that was waiting to take them home.

Confetti and streamers were in the air as they passed by family and friends, all congratulating them. It was, after all, the wedding of the Capitol.

Soarynn rested her head on his shoulder, giving their parents a wave. His mother was a mess, crying while waving whereas his father had a more stoic expression. Soarynn's father on the other hand gave him a wave along with a bright smile.

There was rice on the ground, crunching under his shoes as he descended the steps. Apparently, it was tradition to throw rice in the air and Coriolanus wasn't one to break tradition. "There's quite a bit of rice on the ground," he noted when they finally made it to their car. Coriolanus carefully set Soarynn back down on her feet but she made no moves to let go of his neck, in fact, she pulled him down for another kiss, earning a loud cheer from everyone.

Coriolanus smiled into the kiss, he could never get tired of this, tired of her. He loved this girl so much that his heart hurt.

Soarynn whispered against his lips, "Looks like snow."

꧁ ꧂

" call my bluff, call you "babe", have my back, yeah, every day, feels like home, stay in bed, the whole weekend, it's nice to have a friend, it's nice to have a friend, it's nice to have a friend "

"You wouldn't dare," Soarynn said a playful glint in her eyes.

Coriolanus raised his eyebrows as he precariously dangled a pitcher of ice-cold water over Soarynn's head. "You sure about that?" He asked, smirking when she attempted to glare at him. What was supposed to be a romantic picnic in the gardens had turned into a bit of a battle.

It started when Soarynn stole the last strawberry, and then Coriolanus took an all too big bite out of her sandwich which led Soarynn to retaliate by throwing his cookies in the air to be swooped up by birds.

He was so close to evening out the score by giving her an unsolicited bath. Soarynn tilted her head, giving him that smile that caused his knees to go weak, "You'd never get the love of your life wet, especially when she just got her hair done."

Coriolanus smiled and slowly lowered the pitcher to where Soarynn wasn't in danger of being waterboarded, "You always seem to call my bluffs hmm?" He asked as he sat back down on the blanket, his shoulder brushing against hers.

Soarynn smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "It's because I'm the love of your life." He laughed and nodded his head, "Yes, yes you are."

Coriolanus had never been happier. Soarynn had been a wonderful girlfriend and she was an even better wife if that was possible. He liked to just stare at her through all times of the day to remind himself that she was real and not some figment of his imagination.

"Although you could always strip down a few layers if you're getting too hot," he playfully suggested, earning him a swat on the arm. "You're quite keen on getting me undressed Coryo," Soarynn said with some flirtatiousness in her tone, "is there a reason why?"

Coriolanus grinned like a schoolboy and shrugged, "No reason at all. You're just a babe when you're lying around in your underwear is all." Soarynn rolled her eyes and grabbed a grape, popping it into her mouth before answering, "Suppose someone saw me? You'd be quite upset." Well, she had a point.

Their romantic picnic was then interrupted by Eudora who was standing out on the veranda, looking down at them, "Coriolanus! Your father wants to talk to you again dear!" Coriolanus sighed but nodded, he knew better than to keep his father waiting. He gave Soarynn a strained smile, "Sorry, I...I better go see what he wants."

Soarynn took his large hand in her small one and gave it a squeeze, "I understand Coryo. It's a busy month isn't it?"

It sure was. Coriolanus was about to become President of Panem, and as expected, that took some planning and teaching. Father had been adamant about having more and more talks with him although Coriolanus felt they were more like lectures than conversations. He'd vented to Soarynn about it many times, telling how pressured he felt to be perfect in the eyes of his father.

"It is," he agreed, "but once it's over we can have all the picnics you want." Soarynn smiled and he felt his heartbeat a little faster, "You know I've got your back right?" Soarynn had been his rock since they got married and she moved into the Mansion with him. There used to be times when his father could practically corner him at dinner, leaving him defenseless. But Soarynn always had his back and defended him.

Coriolanus leaned in and pressed a soft, loving kiss to her lips, savoring the sweet, tender moment.

"Every day."

꧁ ꧂

There were moments in his stressful life when Coriolanus felt like he was floating on a cloud. Waking up next to Soarynn was one of those moments. When she moved in he had worried she might feel homesick, miss her father or her room but she cozied up to his room rather quickly.

He'd once joked how easy it was to make her feel comfortable in a strange place as long as a soft pillow was provided and Soarynn just smiled, "Feels like home," she had said to him.

She felt like home.

He couldn't help but watch as she slept, admiring how delicate all her soft features were like her lips and the way they were slightly parted. Or her soft blonde hair and how it was tussled after a long night's sleep. And the way her nightgown's thing straps had fallen off her shoulders. She was perfect, no doubt about it.

Coriolanus watched her until she finally began to wake up, speckles of sunlight peeking through the curtains made her face glow, showing off her freckles. "Good morning," she yawned, cuddling even closer to him than before. Coriolanus chuckled and kissed the top of her head, "Good morning my darling. How did you sleep?"

Soarynn sighed, slowly opening her eyes, "I slept wonderfully. What about you Coryo?" He found it rather hard to have a bad night's sleep when she was next to him but he answered her question with a soft kiss on her forehead, "I also slept wonderfully. I've been looking forward to a more relaxed day for a while," he admitted.

Today was Saturday and for the first time in a long time since becoming President, his schedule was clear.

Soarynn nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, a lazy smile on her lips, "Then perhaps we should just stay here, make the most of our weekend."

Coriolanus raised his eyebrows, at the idea of simply "relaxing" for the next two days. He thought Soarynn might want to go to the zoo or something along those lines but having her to himself sounded wonderful.

"Stay in bed?" He mused, smelling the sweet scent of vanilla that seemed to follow Soarynn everywhere she went.

Soarynn hummed, "The whole weekend."

It's nice to have a friend.

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Made to Be Extra III

You can read Made to Be here.

A fluffy little thing of 2.5k words

I hope you enjoy <3

“Do you think I look less pretty than normal?” She wondered.

March/April

Harry found the love of his life sitting in the car under the shade of a tree. It was a warm March day especially in the sun. The poor thing was practically ready to pop and utterly uncomfortable all the time now. It was hard to believe she still had almost another month. He opened the driver’s door and smiled at her, leaned over and pressed a kiss on her temple. “Hi angel,” he hummed. He pressed his hand on her extremely round stomach. “Hi Andy,” he cooed. They didn’t know if it was a boy or girl yet. All they knew was they were going to have little Andoni or Andrielle and they were going to be nicknamed Andy. “Did y’have fun in history class today with Mummy?” He smiled gently at the tired lady beside him.

He thought it was a girl because he read a few articles indicating some old wives’ tales that being exhausted (which the poor thing was) meant a girl at the end of the nine months.

“Andy does not care about the US in the 1990s,” she murmured. “Kicked my bladder the whole time,” she sighed. “Gonna be a little soccer player. Or really into martial arts,”

Harry had yet to feel a kick which he was utterly bummed about. He hoped Andy would let him feel it just once, but his poor punching bag of a wife insisted that Harry’s voice was so soothing that Andy fell right to sleep the minute he started talking. “M’sorry, love,” he kissed the side of her head again. “Do y’want anything before we head home?” He asked while starting the car.

“I will die if we stop anywhere,” she told him, closing her eyes and resting her forehead on the window. Andy had been lovely throughout the last eight months, honestly. She didn’t have crazy mood swings—no more than normal, as she liked to point out to Harry—no horrible nausea other than a week or two in the first trimester, and she was extremely happy that she didn’t want anything gross like pickles and peanut butter. But the exhaustion was setting it. It was hard for her to walk or even fold laundry without getting winded. Naturally, Harry took care of everything he possibly could. Waiting on her hand and foot, making sure she didn’t have to lift a finger, and always assuring her that he didn’t mind nor cared about anything she said or did. “I’m sorry, Harry,” she said after a second.

He chuckled. “What for, kitten?” He asked as he pulled into traffic.

“For not wanting to stop.”

“Don’t be silly, angel,” he rolled his eyes.

Because of the exhaustion, she was able to fall asleep in seconds, always at awkward angles. Always at Harry’s worry of her hurting her neck, like now. Cheek nearly sliding down the length of the window. He smirked glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t want to wake her as he drove back home.

She had fitful sleeps since Andy kept her up all night. “Making me practice,” she told Harry as she paced from their bedroom to the kitchen most nights.

Harry and her family were able to move them finally into a house that would become the home of three just shy of her fifth month. Harry was insistent she couldn’t lift anything that was heavier than a book (but couldn’t be one of her classroom textbooks). He pitted her whole family against her.

“Just boss us around like you always do,” her younger sister said. She rolled her eyes and pressed a hand on her stomach.

“You hear that, Andy? Auntie says I’m bossy!”

“Extremely, sweetie,” her mum said passing by with a box. She frowned and Harry winked at her as he and her dad lifted the heavier furniture in between all the girls relaying the boxes into the house. “It’s okay, honey. You’re good at it. We would all be lost without you,” he told her.

She rolled her eyes. “Anne and Gemma never make fun of me,” she reminded them.

“That’s because they still think you’re sweet,” her middle sister said.

“Yeah, Harry. Why is that? You know the real her. You shouldn’t lie to your mom and sister like that,” the younger one said.

Harry thought their banter was one of his favorite things about this family. Even her divorced parents seemed amicable enough to help their eldest daughter and still kindly poke fun at her. Harry came to her side once the sofa was in position where she wanted it. “How are we doing m’loves?” he asked rubbing his hand over her tummy just barely starting to show.

“I swear Andy only kicks when you’re not in earshot,” she murmured. “I really want to help,” she said knowingly. “I think I could easily carry a box or two. Women have been having babies for thousands of years and I bet they still had to help carry stuff back to their caves.”

“You are growing m’baby,” he reminded her, quietly. So as not to draw a lot of attention from her family. They didn’t mind the couple at all, but he knew she was shy at being overly affectionate in front of them. “You’re helping plenty, kitten,” he promised, pressing his hands to either side of her face and kissed her forehead. Letting his lips linger for a moment. “And we don’t live in a cave,” he reminded her as he and her dad started on the bed frame.

When he arrived at home, he grabbed their work bags and hurried to put them inside the door before returning for her. Carefully he opened her door, holding her up as she slumped toward the space where the door no longer was. Unless the baby woke her up, she was the heaviest sleeper in these little naps she took. “Hey, kitten, Andy,” he hummed. “We’re home m’loves,” he crouched toward the floor and unbuckled her. She slumped forward more. “Angel,” he cooed shaking her gently as he held her up.

“Mmm...” she moaned. “M’sleepy.”

“Let’s jus’ get y’inside, love,” he said quietly. As if she were made of glass, he carefully helped her to standing, pressing gently on her lower back. They didn’t speak as he guided her inside.

“I miss coffee,” she whined as he settled her onto the sofa. He chuckled and frowned.

“I know, angel,” he lifted her legs, setting them on a small stack of throw pillows he had there specifically for his love to recline comfortably. He pulled her shoes off and tossed them toward the front door near the mat she had laid out just for frequent shoes. “Soon,” he promised kissing her forehead. “Cold or hot?”

She frowned.

“Both?” He asked.

She nodded. “You’re so nice to me,” she sounded wispy—like she may cry. It had been almost a month since she had a mood swing resulting in rivers of tears.

“Don’t cry, kitten,” he said and draped her softest, warmest blanket over her and flicked the little desk fan on, so it pointed at her. “Jus’ want m’love t’be comfortable.”

“Don’t you want to kick for Daddy?” She asked rubbing her tummy. “She is so active when I talk. It’s got to be you,” she mumbled. Forgetting about the tears that were about to explode out of her.

“She hmm?”

Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. She had been avoiding pronouns—opting for Andy instead. She didn’t care if they were having a boy or a girl. As long as the baby was happy and healthy it truly didn’t matter. But she couldn’t help but think how much fun it would be to pamper a little girl lately. “I’m sorry,” she said. She didn’t want Harry to think she had some feeling—she didn’t. If Andy was a boy she would love him no less than if he were a girl.

“I think a little girl would be lovely,” Harry promised, easing her worried mind.

“There are so many girls in my family,” she reminded him.

“Then a little boy would be perfect, too,” he smirked and kissed her forehead. He moved toward the middle of her body, pressing his hands on her tummy and bringing his mouth close to her shirt. “Whoever you are, m’gonna love you with m’whole heart,” he whispered, kissing where he spoke.

She stretched a bit. Her back was aching. The little one was low in her tummy making her think it would be a boy if she were to believe the old wives’ tales. “Do you think I look less pretty than normal?” She wondered.

“Kitten, number one, I think you are the prettiest pregnant lady ‘ve ever seen in m’life. M’sad it’ll be over soon. May have t’get y’pregnant as soon as possible jus’ t’keep y’so pretty like this,” he remarked running his hands down the length of her legs and he sat beside her feet where he began massaging gently into the soles of her feet. He meant every word. It was like she was made to be pregnant. Not in an oppressive way. She just wore it so well and looked so utterly beautiful. “Secondly, I’d be an idiot t’answer that question at any time.”

She frowned. “I think I look the same,” she admitted. “Means it’s a boy.”

He smirked and she dropped her head back against the sofa as he rubbed her feet. “I love you so much,” she moaned.

He chuckled. “I love you, too, kitten.”

“I wish you could be pregnant just so you could experience how amazing this foot rub is.”

Harry smiled. “So... some of the kids want t’throw you a baby shower,” he told her. “I know y’hate surprises so m’telling y’now. So y’can act surprised.”

“They’re not supposed to give me gifts,” she frowned.

“I explained that; even if I think it’s a bit unfair they want t’spoil you as y’deserve,” Harry nodded in agreement. “They said, and I quote, ‘I will totally fight administration if they don’t let me give her a baby outfit.’ So. I think its out of our hands.”

“That’s really sweet,” she frowned again—but not like before when Harry thought she would cry. She solely thought it was sweet.

“You are their favorite teacher,” he reminded her. She felt her cheeks warm. Now it had been almost five years at this school. Standing across the hall from Harry between classes he was front row to watching people adore his wife—not even close to the amount he admired her, but it was still adorable to watch. Students smiled at her or made jokes with her as they passed her room. She had stragglers refuse to go to their next class for just a few more minutes of her maternal love—an hour-long class wasn’t enough. Students wanted to stay during lunch just to be in her presence and hear her make jokes.

“Maybe history teacher. Pretty sure it’s no competition against the culinary teacher. You can’t compete with food.”

“You have snacks,” he reminded her.

She shrugged. Then her head snapped up. “Get me my bag,” she said hurriedly. Harry looked at her confused. Nervous and worried but did as she requested. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner,” she whispered to herself.

“Think of—”

“Shh,” she hushed and reached in her bag for the thick history text. She reached out for his hand holding it in her gently. She opened the book to what seemed to be a random page and started reading. “By the early 1960s, many women were increasingly resentful of a world where newspaper ads separated jobs by gender, banks denied women credit, and female employees were paid less for the same work. Nearly—” Her voice caught but she continued reading as if it hadn’t. Harry was clueless. Nervous she was having some weird episode. “half of American women worked by the mid-1960s, but three-fourths of these women worked in lower—” as she continued reading, Harry was watching her face intently, still quite worried about her mental well-being as it was by far the oddest thing she had done to date reading about the women’s movement from her classroom textbook.

But soon Harry realized why. While he was gazing at her beautiful face, she moved her hand to her tummy allowing him to feel the little future soccer star inside her. He swallowed the breath afraid to make any movements. He didn’t hear the words his lovely wife was saying. All he could focus on was the feel of the little bumps along her stomach. It wasn’t plausible but Harry never wanted her to stop reading. He wanted to feel the little one for as long as possible. He had waited so long and now that she was approaching the final month, he thought he might not feel it.

As she read, she guided Harry’s hand along her stomach so he could feel all the little kicks to her abdomen. He knelt to the floor for an easier reach, just staring at baby Andy through her tummy. He couldn’t wait to meet the little one. He hoped that the baby looked just like his gorgeous wife. Or maybe a good mix of the two of them—but mostly her. If Harry wasn’t so focused on the feel of his little baby kicking the woman he loved so much, he would have been staring right at his beautiful wife until his eyes fell out of his head.

After a long read through the women’s movement in the US of the 1960s, she finally stopped reading, reaching the end of the chapter, and closed the book. Harry gazed at her with so much admiration her stomach flipped.

“I love you, so much,” he whispered.

As soon as his mouth opened the kicking stopped. She giggled. “Daddy’s voice makes me all safe and warm too,” she whispered rubbing her stomach. “I love you, too,” she answered.

Harry scooted on the floor toward her head, cupping the sides of her face in his hands. “You are my hero,” he told her seriously. “Thank you for taking care of little Andy here,” he whispered and leaned in to kiss her.

“Thanks for taking care of us,” she murmured around his flurry of kisses. “You’re going to be the best daddy in the whole world.”

Harry grinned against her lips feeling unbelievably lucky he had the whole world in his hands figuratively and literally with her and Andy.

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sollattes · 11 months ago

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what call sign/petnames from my country (Philippines) would I give to the hnl boys

Hanaoka Fujio - Ga/Pangga

Ga or Pangga is not really tagalog but from the dialects ilonggo (ilocos) and batangenyo (batangas). It is used as a term of endearment to your significant other, like babe, darling, or love.

And since fujio came from like the countryside or like a provisional place, I gave him Ga/Pangga because both Ilocos and Batangas are considered as provinces here in the Philippines and it only fitted I gave him this petname

I think Fujio would like to keep to call you something dear to his heart or something that reminds him of home since you are his home as a person, so I think he would choose this pet name to call you

Takajo Tsukasa - YAM

YAM is an acronym for "you are mine," not really tagalog but a popular endearment here in the Philippines

Now, tsukasa came from like a village or subdivision or wtv, so I don't really see him using a very native pet name. Instead, he would use a very trendy or modern pet name

Tsukasa really likes to play his feelings lowkey, and it goes the same to his possessiveness, so he would choose to call you this while still being bit possessive but not obvious

Todoroki Yosuke - Ssob

Once again, not really really tagalog since it is just 'Boss' but backwards, it is really popular here in the Philippines whether you call this someone to a friend or a significant other

I don't really see todoroki using a petname, so instead, I can really see his significant other call him this since he is pretty bossy and grumpy and this nickname or petname is usually given to someone who is exactly like todoroki

Tsuji and Shibaman - Lods

Lods is another term that is backwards and not tagalog, lods is idol backwards, but they removed the "I" and added the "s"

now since both tsu and Shiba came from kinda like the city instead of like a province, so I can really see them calling you a more trendy or modern pet name

"Lods" is usually used when someone is admired or looked up, hence the name, and it is more used as a friendly or teasing way, but it can be used as a pet name, and now both tsu and Shiba want to treat their significant other as both their best friend and lover, so I gave them this call sign/petname

Ueda Sachio - Asawa ko

"Asawa ko" translates to "my spouse" in English. It is a tagalog phrase

Many times, I have established that Sachio is sucker for domestic things or married couple shenanigans since he seems so family oriented or husband coded, so this is just perfect for sachio

I originally planned "misis ko" (or "my wife" in eng) because of this one famous actor here in the Philippines, Daniel Padilla, he called his leading lady this pet name in the movie "Can't help falling in love" (would recommend it but you gotta watch it with subtitles since it is 70% tagalog) and my mind just immediately thought of sachio

Odajima Yuken - Tangi

Tangi is a tagalog word that means 'special', 'only', 'exceptional', and many more

I can really see Yuken use this even though he probably grew up in a "very modern" or "Well off" environment

Yuken would call you this since like the the meaning of the word "Tangi", you are his special person, his one and only, the person that he would drop everything for just say it, so the call sign fits Yuken

Sawamura Shoji - Sinta/Aking sinisinta

Sinta is an old-fashioned word for love, and Aking Sinisinta basically means 'my love'

I have established multiple times in my blog that sawamura likes corny and cheesy yet meaningful stuff, so this is perfect for him, and like sachio, he is just so husband coded and mostly this pet name is used by spouses or long time partners already

Sameoka Shoji - Ligaya

The tagalog word 'ligaya' translates to happiness in English

Now we don't have Shoji's full background story yet, but from the way he acts, he has definitely been through something, like not everyone can be so stoic, but like every stoic character in hnl ypu just gotta break down his walls bit by bit to get to his well protected emotions

Like I said, shoji has been through something that we just don't know yet, and that something made him cold and guard his emotions, but him calling you ligaya, a word that literally translates to happiness, can only mean that he found his, once lost or hidden away happiness, he found or felt it around with you, "his ligaya"

Himuro Reiji - Akin

Akin is a tagalog word that translates to 'mine'

Now, like shoji, we don't really know reiji's backstory yet, so every hnl character, this man has issues, but unlike shoji and his stoic issues, this man has some sort of inferior issues, judging from his actions, bringing weapons to a fight (that counts as cheating), and his words, "winning is what counts that's all", he probably tried to play fair but still somehow he coudnt win and that gave him a harsh reality check, and that's where inferior complex comes from, on the surface he may just look like an arrogant piece of work but on the inside he's just threatened, he's scared because he knows that even if he tries to win, fair and square, something or someone will always come and take it away from him

This is where the pet name "Akin" comes in since he is threatened or scared. Those emotions lead to possessiveness and jealousy. You are HIS person, so he goes above and beyond to protect you, even as far as "cheating," though he doesn't just want to call you this because he's insecure he also calls you this because his proud and he want to show off that he can call a person like you his

Ryo Suzaki - Mahal/Hal

Mahal is a tagalog word that translates to love, and Hal is just a shortened version of it

Oh, Ryo, my baby, my precious boy, he would call you this because you are HIS definition of love, ever since he was a kid, he always thought that the meaning of love means devoting yourself to someone to the the point that you forget yourself in the process, but it was alright as long as he pleases the person he loves, right?

WRONG !!! And you have shown him that loving means that you don't have to devote yourself so much that you forget yourself just to prove that you love them. Loving means not forgetting yourself. Instead, it brings out the best version of yourself. Loving means that you can also love yourself in the process, and you have shown him that, and that's why you are his "Mahal," his definition of love

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bimobuddy · 2 years ago

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Flames and Feathers

Howl's Moving Castle

SFW Tickle Fic

Lee! Howl, Ler! Sophie, Ler! Calcifer

Summary: Howl is being a dramatic little diva and Sophie and Calcifer are tired of putting up with him.

Sophie muttered to herself as she swept up the shed feathers that Howl carelessly left on the floor. It was months after their adventure had taken place and since the war ended. Sophie was young again and she was no longer the cleaning lady, but she still liked to keep things tidy around the castle since she new Markl and Howl wouldn't. Especially Howl, this was his mess. Markl at least had half a mind to at least help Sophie sometimes.

"What is he even doing to shed so many feathers? I thought he didn't like turning into his monster form, isn't it exhausting?" Sophie asked aloud. Calcifer, being the only other one in the room spoke up. "It's exhausting when you have to shift quickly and then immediately go deal with a war without allowing yourself to rest. Howl's been practicing more recently to make shifting faster and easier."

"Well he's making a mess! He can at least sweep up his own feathers. He's been nothing but careless recently." Sophie huffed. She bent down and picked up one of the feathers. It really was beautiful, shining almost a purple hue in just the right light. They were incredibly soft too. She smiled to herself, putting it in her pocket. It couldn't hurt to keep at least one.

"Careless and bossy," Calcifer snapped, " 'Calcifer heat up water for my bath,' 'Calcifer move the castle east, west, north, south, up, down, land, fly,' why not just ask me to move the castle through dimensions too? And I never even get a thank you." He complained.

Sophie hummed in thought, looking at her friend. She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard boots coming down the stairs. "Calcifer, move the castle west." Howl said. He was back in his human form, but he looked tired. He must have just shifted back, Sophie thought.

She leaned her broom against the table. "Howl, your feathers are all over the floor." She pointed out. Howl glanced up at her. "Huh? Oh, and you did a wonderful job sweeping them up, Sophie." She huffed, a little irritated. "I wouldn't have to if you'd clean up your OWN mess that YOU made." She placed her hands on her hips.

Howl's eyes widened. That wasn't a good sign. Hands on the hips meant Sophie was upset. However Howl only dug his grave deeper. "Well yes, but I'm so tired when I come home and uh- you.. you're so good at what you do, it's why I kept you as my cleaning la- uh.. oh no that's not right-" "Buddy, you're really hammering the nail in your coffin huh," Calcifer said, "Calling your girlfriend your cleaning lady, when you and I both know she single handedly saved your life and broke three curses. Slay, Soph."

Howl went pale. "That's not- I didn't mean it like that! Sophie-" He turned to look at his partner, who still had her hands on her hips. Only she didn't look angry, she looked like she was thinking. "You've been carelessly leaving your feathers for me to clean up, and bossing poor Calcifer around without any please or thank you.. Hmm. What to do with you?" She walked around behind him.

Howl tried to stay calm. "Honestly, I think I've learned my lesson, Sophie, thank you for having this talk with m-mEE-" He covered his mouth to muffle the squeal that had torn itself from his throat. He whipped his head back to look at Sophie, who was laughing at his offended expression. In her hand was the feather she used to oh-so-viciously attack his ear with.

Howl would have been fine with Sophie knowing he was ticklish but he froze when he heard Calcifer cackling from the fireplace. "You're ticklish?! Howl, the great and widely feared wizard-" "Oh shut it, Calcifer-" He began to snap but Sophie had slipped the feather down the back of his neck, right into the collar of his shirt.

Howl let out a childish squeal, giggling as he slumped down in his seat, trying to escape the tickling. He ended up falling out of his chair and onto the floor, causing both his friend and his girlfriend to laugh at him. Howl got back up, attempting to run out of the room, but Sophie was too quick, grabbing at his waist. Her hands squeezing his hips, his knees immediately buckled, making it difficult to stand. "S-Sohohophihie! Nohoho, stahahap!" Sophie giggled, "Oh I'm sorry, it sounds like you're trying to make demands again."

Howl threw his head back once Sophie's fingers found his tummy. "Nohoho! Sohophie plehehease!" ''Oh so you do have manners! You just choose not to use them." Sophie teased.

"Sophie, bring him over here!" Calcifer called. Sophie, trusting him, gently guided Howl (not that hard when his legs are weak from being tickled), over to the fireplace, sitting him down on the stone edge. Howl was still giggling and gently trying to pry Sophie's hands away without accidentally hurting her. Once he managed to push her hands away, he felt.. warm. But it wasn't the normal warmth of family he felt. It was the heat of betrayal.

Calcifer had spread his flames over to Howl, though with Howl being magic and naturally keeping protection charms on him, the fire didn't burn him. It tickled. It tickled bad.

Howl threw his head back in laughter again, curling up into a ball. He kicked his legs out at nothing. This was so much worse than Sophie. At least with her, he could grab her hands and escape. You can't grab fire. You can't push it away. "Cahahahaha! Cahahahahal stahahahap ihihit!" "Maybe I'll stop of you consider saying thanks every once in a while. Moving your castle isn't easy y'know." He said, focusing on his tummy, no matter how much Howl curled in or tried to protect it.

"AH! Okahahahay okahahay! Cahahahal I'm sohohorry!" The tickling slowed to a stop, and Howl felt himself cooling down, letting him know that Calcifer had backed off. He laid there, still curled up on the ledge of the fireplace, panting and giggly, unable to stop smiling after all that. "So that's it? You just wahanted an attitude change? You couldn't have just sahaid that?" He asked, sitting up.

Sophie sat next to him. "Nope." She smiled.

"I could've, but who else gets to tickle Howl Pendragon to stitches?" Calcifer chuckled.

Howl just smiled. He felt warm again but he knew it was from fondness this time.

"Right then. I'll start cleaning up after myself, Sophie. And Calcifer, thank you for moving the castle. I'll keep in mind to acknowledge you more."

#tickle community #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickling #howls/moving/castle #lee!howl #ler!sophie #ler!calcifer

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beecreeper · 4 months ago

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22, 91, 93! for all three >:3

Oooh this was a long one. I already answered 91 in a previous ask, but here's the other two under the cut.

22.) What is your Tav's first impression of the other companions (Astarion, Gale, Karlach, Wyll ...)

Briar's reactions:

Shadowheart -- "I'm so glad that she's sensible and isn't taking the whole "leaving her to die on the nautiloid" thing personally. She also doesn't do annoying things like "talk to me" or "ask about my past". Respectable."

Astarion -- thinks his charming schtick is a bit annoying and that he's a bit too much of a dandy, but DOES get a kick out of him threatening her with a knife straight out the gate. REALLY gets a kick out him trying to bite her, ESPECIALLY when he goes all puppy dog eyes "please" about it. She's like "oh he's kinda pathetic. I kinda wanna treat him like a pet."

Gale -- Haaaaaaates Gale immediately. Thinks he is the most annoying, pretentious, obnoxious man on the planet and the only reason he isn't dead is because other people were around and she didn't want to lose allies yet.

Lae'zel -- glad to have someone competent and ruthless around. Thinks that her bossing around Zorru is REALLY funny. But also finds her constantly preaching about the githyanki really grating.

Wyll -- tbh Briar feels kinda nothing about Wyll at first. She doesn't actively *dislike* how gallant and do-goody he is quite yet because it's like "fine do what you want as long as you don't get in *my* way", which he hasn't yet. Is a bit exacerbated when Mizora shows up because at that point it's like "we have to deal with ANOTHER devil are you serious. This is a pain".

Karlach -- her immediate reaction to Karlach was "oh this will be useful". Vibes with the part of Karlach that is boisterous and impulsive.

Molli's reactions:

Shadowheart -- WHY is she being so rude all the time.

Astarion -- is very caught off guard by him and falls for all his manipulation stuff really easily. Unfortunately for her she IS down bad right away and starts making excuses for him. Him being smug and arrogant and morally dubious but also doing things like flirting with her makes her head kinda spin.

Gale -- autism to autism connectivity. Doesn't vibe with him as strongly as some of the other companions but they definitely understand each other.

Lae'zel -- bossy competent scary lady I will not argue with her on anything yes ma'am anything you say ma'am

Wyll -- likes Wyll immediately. Loves his charm and his fairy tale hero demeanor and his stories and his wit and how he's also just a bit of a dork. When it comes to Mizora and the Karlach thing she can see that he's clearly been tricked and trapped and she feels kinda protective of him because of that. Like, you know that feeling like "I know that I struggle with this same problem and don't address it when it's happening to me, but as soon as it's happening to a friend I suddenly have the determination of a thousand suns"? It's that.

Karlach -- had a crush on Karlach pretty much immediately. LOVES how enthusiastic she is for everything. Look how much she loves life! Look at her smile and laugh and dance!!

Ferox's reactions:

Shadowheart -- "Hm. I don't like how cagey you're being about that artifact but I'm not gonna push it. Not my business but I AM watching you."

Astarion -- oh does not like Astarion pretty much at all. Thinks he's shifty and untrustworthy and disingenuous and also just annoying. Can you stop complaining for TWO seconds, Astarion.

Gale -- "you keep saying a lot of words that I don't know but you seem to know what you're doing with magic so I trust you." Low-key likes when Gale talks at him even though a lot of it goes over his head. I also imagine, out of all the companions, Gale is the one most likely to ask for help in camp and lean into the teamwork part of things, so Gale is good for giving Ferox tasks to do, like asking for help setting up his tent or cutting things for dinner, and Ferox is grateful for something to do. He likes to feel productive and useful and Gale facilitates that.

Lae'zel -- he immediately defers to Lae'zel as being in charge because she acts like it and also seems to know the most about mindflayers. He sees her as efficient and capable, if maybe a touch too abrasive but who is he to judge if it's getting the job done.

Wyll -- admires Wyll a lot and is very jealous of how he can just *be* like that. Like wow that guy is actually a noble hero

Karlach -- feels a lot of sympathy for Karlach's situation and is low-key jealous of just how upbeat she is in spite of it.

93. What do you think happens to the party, afterwards? Do they go for drinks? Do they go their separate ways?

Obviously it all depends on which ending they get so I'll try to summarize without getting too convoluted lol

Briar is easy because in both of her endings she doesn't talk to any of these people ever again. Either she uses them at thralls in her takeover or she just makes an active effort to never be found. She would have one last conversation with Sunflower before leaving for the wilderness forever. In that version, I'm sure Sunflower would be making deliberate efforts to keep the party in touch with each other, but Briar absolutely opts out.

In Molli's good ending, she, Karlach, and Wyll (because you KNOW Wyll is coming with us) all have to leave for Avernus really abruptly which interrupts any celebratory drinks they absolutely would have had if given the chance. They definitely all reconnect after they get back, though it takes a bit of doing to track everyone down. Everyone gets their good ending in this timeline though, so it all works out in the end.

In Molli's bad ending, I'm a little less solid about where all the companions will wind up, which will definitely change the post-brain vibe. In general, I think a lot of the companions will get the endings that take them all their separate ways. Molli would really want to try to kinda stay in touch, but Astarion would try to discourage it and keep her isolated.

In Ferox's good ending he's probably going with Lae'zel to fight Vlaakith BUT I would want to insist that they don't fly off on a dragon immediately like happens in game. They need a fucking breather, you know? And he wants to check in with all their other allies after the battle as well, check on the city and help with any immediate relief efforts. Then they can go to the astral plane and would probably lose touch with the rest of the party. I'd imagine communication between planes would be difficult and they'd only manage it pretty rarely, but he'd always be glad whenever he does hear from them.

In Ferox's bad ending everyone else goes out for drinks but he has to excuse himself and get the FUCK out of town because he feels Bhaal taking over his body (because he gets THAT ending. The "accept Bhaal + destroy the brain" ending)

#tav molli #durge ferox #durge briar #text posts

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fanaticsnail · 4 months ago

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Rosa it's not the moody type, but if she heard Law (or basically anyone) being all " bossy rude/cold" towards Tobiou, she would imediately unleash her blades and say something like, "Now repeat that more politely. You're not talking to a dog." And Rex completely 🤐, unless things would get out of hand, then she intervenes

Tobiuo is absolutely amazed at how quickly Rosa comes to her defence, especially over a simple crew spat. While she can handle herself physically quite well, she is not as accustomed to receiving the type of care she provides to her crew -> especially from someone who is foreign to her. She can tell the fiery woman is going to be fast friends with her.

She understands Rex's hesitancy, and the lady is under no obligation to spring to the aid of an underling for a Nakama. Tobiuo has great respect for her, akin to how she feels about Luffy.

Either way, having two individuals back her up warns her icy heart. She'd gladly fight for them if asked to take up arms, and would likely attempt to persuade Law into having the crew tag along also.

I think I did Rosa's hair the wrong way around 😭. My daughter wanted to do some drawing today, so I thought I'd join her for about 20 minutes or so. Rosa's nickname is "Sweetheart" and Rex's nickname is "Boss." Platonic physical affection is how Tobiuo expresses herself. Loves giving piggy backs, and kissing foreheads.

Auslan References:

#ask snail #snail answers #op oc #oc x oc #oc x oc platonic #one piece original characters #one piece #my art #quick sketch

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theworldsforgottenboy · 3 months ago

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Tav banter/dialogue ask: 7, 11, 12, 29, 37

(thanks for your ask btw :3)

Hope info - prompts

7. Attacked by a party member

“Correllon on a cracker, Watch where you aim that thing!”

“Don’t know how much more of these idiots I can take”

“Hells, I said I was sorry!”

11. Sending them to talk to their romanced partner

“Best part of my day”

“Got nothing else to do. Might as well talk to pretty boy”

“It’s been a long night. I just wanna hear that voice”

12. Encountering a locked chest/door

“Fuckin hells. A, would ya get over here and crack this for me?”

“He makes it look so easy with his tiny fuckin fingers…..gods below, I should just smash this thing open”

29. Party banter with Lae'zel

(I haven’t spent enough time with lae’zel to really get her voice down or how Hope would answer, but I think they have a kind of Spock and Bones relationship if Spock was meaner. Lae’zel is bossy, Hope hates being bossed around, so that results in a lot of sniping at each other. There’s a grudging respect after a while though)

“TChk, we have been going on the wrong direction for half the day. You waste our energy and time with this foolish shortcut”

“Damnit Lae’zel, I’m a healer, not a navigator. If you think you can do better, I welcome you to try”

(Lae’zel gets them there in a half hour)

“Don’t look so smug, lizard lady”

“The nights are getting colder, and that bondage gear you call off duty clothes can’t be very warm. Here, I made you a sweater”

“Githyanki do not get cold. I have no need of your soft garments”

“It’s got a dragon on it”

“Hm. This is….Adequate.”

(She proceeds to wear it everywhere)

“I don’t know much too much about shadowheart, but there is one thing Ive discovered.”

“And what is that?”

“I like her. Better than I like you”

37. How would they respond to a player character prompting them with, "Tell me about yourself"?

(To an npc who asks)

“Just passing through”

(Right after the nautiloid)

“That ain’t important right now. Just need to get this damn thing outta my head, and then I’ll be outta your hair. No need to get touchy feely”

(two days later, when she’s getting all touchy feely)

“A wanderer, i ‘spose. I’ve been on the road for fifty odd years now, and I’ve seen places, done things, been so many people I can’t even keep them straight myself. All I know is that I can’t stop for nothin. There’s something just beyond the horizon, and I have to chase it down no matter what”

#the gods were named so she can take them in vain #bg3 #this took me a while cause I had to watch a few episodes of Star Trek tos and an old western to get the voice down but I’m glad i did #the last laezel quote was a straight up incorrect quote ripped from trouble with tribbles #baldurs gate 3 #tav #hope ironwood #astarion x tav #lae’zel #asks

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It’s odd, but I’ve noticed a bit of change in behavior from the survivors of the mink attack. It seems that, since the most dominant and the most extroverted bird in the flock - Stella and Pru, respectively - passed away, the shier birds have gotten bolder. Before, Luna would never jump up on me, but now she won’t get off my lap. Same thing with Rocky. I guess they might have been intimidated it when Pru would hog my lap and climb all over me. Luna squats for me, too, and has become much chattier. Before, she was always just kinda hanging on the outskirts of the flock. I miss Pru and Stella so damn much, but I’m glad I’m getting to see this bolder side of sweet little Luna. Chicken behavior and flock politics are so fascinating, it’s like a soap opera but cuter!

Also, I’ve finally moved Jack and the Wyandottes into the garage with Athena’s flock (aka the mink survivors). Last night they all piled into the little coop in there, and they seem to be doing alright together. Naturally there’s squabbling and everyone’s a bit unsettled, but I’m sure they’ll get their pecking order settled soon enough. Muffin the Wyandotte is letting everyone know she’s the boss hen, as expected. There’s plenty of room for any bird to get away if they’re being harassed too much. In fact, when I was sitting in there with them, and Muffin was being too bossy, the youngsters and Athena ran to me and jumped on me to get away from her! The Wyandottes want treats but won’t jump on my lap for them so the friendlier youngsters can cuddle with me all they want without being pushed around too much. I’m sure Jack is thrilled to meet so many beautiful recently-widowed ladies who are looking for a handsome gentleman to comfort them 😂

#chicken talk #flock talk

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mermaidsirennikita · 1 year ago

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What are your favorite boss/employee romance novels?

Oooh, good question.

The Duchess Hunt by Lorraine Heath is a great one. The hero is a very bossy, intimidating duke who has a secretary he totally depends on and sees in a Totally Professional setting. He needs her for everything, and he's decided to look for a potential wife and puts her on the case. Of course, she acts very put together but is totally in love with him, so she's like, trying to steadfastly help him while also inwardly freaking out, and it's clear that she wants to quit... to which he is QUITE ALARMED. Famously has a moment where she masturbates in a carriage thinking of him, then tells him about it, to which he's like ".... excuse?"

Joss and The Countess by S.M. LaViolette. God, I loved this one. The heroine is a twice-widowed countess who's nearing 40, and she hires Joss (who's 28--have to mention that as it's rare and you hardly ever see it in HRs) to be her bodyguard/manservant to discreetly escort her about town as she visits her lovers (her husbands never got her off so she's trying to have fun) and bops about town. What she doesn't know is that before he worked for her, Joss was a sex worker. It's got a lot of that boss/employee angst and it's SUCH a good "fine lady/bit o' rough" book. Like. Joss. FUCKS. He. FUCKS. IT. UP. TW for abuse both physical and sexual--none of it is on the page, but the villain in this one is horrible.

The Nobleman's Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel by KJ Charles. Recent m/m release, one hero becomes the secretary of the other. Tbh there's not a lot of work, but the boss feels very guilty initially about it all, which I love, personally. Once boundaries are established he'll also randomly be like "suck me off" which I think is fun (and so does his lover).

Salt Kiss by Sierra Simone. I mEAN. It IS boss/employee. Another one "by way of bodyguard" but Tristan is VERY aware that Mark is his boss, and it's all very sexy as the tension builds. And of course, this is an MMF book, so you have the added bonus of being like "I can't get with my boss's fiancee!!" (he can). It's super hot and angsty perfection.

Managed by Kristen Callihan. I think this counts, as the hero is the manager for a famous rock band and he hires the heroine as their photographer/social media manager. But yeah, he is SUPER uptight and stern, and she's kinda wild; he has insomnia and they start platonically sleeping in the same bed because it's the only way he can get to sleep. The platonic thing is ruined by one of my favorite romance scenes, where he jerks off while smelling her dirty underwear in the bathroom. He's very ashamed. TW--a focal part of the plot is one of the hero's best friends attempting suicide in the past.

Preferential Treatment by Heather Guerre. The heroine works at a major corporation, and catches the attention of her billionaire boss. He's like "will you be my domme" and she's like "what" and he's like "I feel like you'd be good at it and I'll give you this much per month" and she goes "okay". Very hot soft femdom, he is quite a fun brat.

The Nanny by Lana Ferguson. Surprisingly hot contemporary; the heroine is taken on as the nanny for this single father chef. The issue is--she used to do OnlyFans while wearing a mask, and he was a favorite client... which she realizes before he does.

Lead by Kylie Scott. SUCH a good rockstar romance, the hero is the frontman for a world famous rock band. He was a major mess, addicted to drugs, and he OD'd--which compelling the band to hire a PA/sober living companion for him. This is the heroine, who is incredibly bossy and no-nonsense and in charge... but as the book begins, she realizes that she's in love with him and quits. Obviously, he takes this rather poorly because he cannot live without her, a boss/employee staple. Has one of my favorite "get it out of our systems" scenes EVER.

Praise by Sara Cate. BUT OF COURSE. The heroine is broken up with by her douchey boyfriend, shows up to collect his half of the rental deposit or something from his dad... and his dad gets confused and thinks she was the person auditioning to be his new submissive. She REALLY likes being praised by him, but he's like "no way" once he realizes she's his son's ex... however, he takes pity on her and hires her as his assistant. I imagine you can tell where this is going.

The Billionaire's Wake-Up-Call Girl by Annika Martin. The hero is a billionaire, as you can tell. The heroine works for his company but has never met him; her bitchy boss assigns her to schedule his wake up calls with this service, but when she fucks up one day she freaks out and does it herself... and he likes that she talks back to him, so she keeps on doing it, lol. This soon devolves into some very mouthy phone sex, and it's great. I'm currently reading The Billionaire's Fake Fiancee by Annika, in which the grumpy hero enlists his super bright, soap opera-loving, Hello Kitty bag-wearing stylist ton pretend to be his fiancee on a yacht, so I think this counts as well.

Married by Morning by Lisa Kleypas. The hero is a former disreputable rake who's cleaning up his act but remains QUITE slutty. The heroine is his sisters' governess, who he's been bickering with for several books. Basically, he wakes up in this one and is like "I must have you", but she has a dark past and tries to resist. Famously the one where he makes her ask him to touch her pussy. TW for past abuse.

Duke of Sin by Elizabeth Hoyt. The heroine is the hero's housekeeper, with the twist that she's actually spying on him on behalf of someone he's blackmailing. He's a loony tunes villainous kidnapper/blackmailer, she's no-nonsense and takes zero shit. Check the TWs, this one is dark.

The Raven Prince by Elizabeth Hoyt. Widowed 30-something heroine is taken on as an early's secretary. He's scarred after smallpox and has a hard time finding a woman who will marry him, very gruff, and they bond.... which is why she's upset when she finds out he's been burning off their sexual tension by visiting an exclusive brothel. Naturally, she puts on a mask and goes to the brothel to pose as a sex worker, and naturally he fucks her. GREAT.

Act Your Age, Eve Brown by Talia Hibbert. Heroine is the baby of the family, seen as very immature, and is on the spectrum. She tries to get a new sense of maturity by working at this B&B... But she hits her new boss with her car by accident, which puts them on the wrong foot, naturally. Notable for the bickering, the fact that both leads are on the spectrum, and the time he gives in and fucks her with a sparkly dildo.

#romance novel blogging #book recs

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