#but like how can you not flirt with Reyes

[odiesdayoff]

JAIME REYES NSFW ALPHABET?? PLEASE ANYTJING NSFW JAIME 🧎🏽‍♀️

IM GONNA BE SO REAL I HAVEN'T EVEN WATCHED BB YET BUT I YEARN FOR HIM. SO BADLY. this may change when I see it like...tomorrow.

NSFW under the cut <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s a cuddler. He’ll plant kisses all over you and hold you against him. He’ll keep telling you how much he loves you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his arms. Specifically how strong he is and how it allows him to pick you up and spin you around all romantic-like.

He loves your eyes. The color, the way you look at him, the way you squint when you laugh or smile. He can stare into them for days. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s a bit more traditional and likes to cum inside. He’ll always wear a condom, though. He likes the closeness. Also includes your mouth!

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s into cockwarming. Or falling asleep like that. He doesn’t know how to approach doing that. The thought of having to do some work and just you sitting with him inside? Makes him swoon. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He went through law school. In GOTHAM. Briefly a city boy. He’s had a few dates before you and he knows how to make you lose your mind. It took a bit of a learning curve to adjust to you specifically, but he’s GOOD. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When you’re, like, laying down together and spooning while fucking? Idk what that’s called. But that. He loves that. It’s just so intimate. He can hold you close.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He loves to laugh. He enjoys spending time with you and doesn’t let it get too serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trimmed. Dark and curly. That's all I'm at liberty to disclose.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s so romantic. Definitely would be the type of person that lights candles and throws flower petals all over the bed. He’s such a sweetie. Will constantly tell you how attractive you are and how good you make him feel.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’ll never admit it, but he totally jerked off using a pair of your underwear that you had left at his place once. He’d rather not masturbate when he has you, but he has needs!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Heavy on a praise kink. Whether it’s giving or receiving. He’s also into you being in charge!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s a little basic. In the bed. He thinks it's incredibly romantic. That, or in the kitchen and dining room.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When he wakes up in the morning before you and you’re sleeping, he thinks you’re so hot he will actually melt. He would fight for his life not to wake you up and ask to fuck. You getting along with his family gets him going fr. Just seeing the people he cherishes the most getting along with you fills his heart.

Also…neck kissing!!! He looves it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’ll absolutely NEVER do any of the step-family or things related to family, even as a pretend thing or scene. That’s just way too weird. He’s far too close to his family to think about any of them sexually in any way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a sucker for making you come and oral is one of his favorite things to do. Bro will literally get under the table and give you head while you’re eating dinner if you even mention being a little horny or maybe someone that flirted with you. He’s gotta show you that nobody can make you feel as good as him. He’s a bit jealous.

He loves to receive, but is far too shy to ask for it. If you put it on the table, he’s giddy. He’ll somehow think that he’s degrading you by asking you to suck his dick.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He takes it slow. Sometimes painfully slow, making you feel every vein in his dick each time he’s inside of you. If you asked him to be a little rougher with you, he ain’t gonna say no! When you’re on top or in charge, he lowkey loves when you kind of use him as a sex toy and go as fast as you need to reach your orgasm. He likes to prolong the moment as long as he can when you’re under him. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers not to have a quickie. He wants to spend time with you as much as he can and take his time making you feel good. He definitely would not say no if you asked him right before either of you left for work and after you woke up. He just prefers a night full of lovemaking.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

It would definitely take a lot of convincing to get him to do more outlandish kinks, but he likes to try some things at least once. He’s not a “it’s hotter if we might get caught” person. Very much a behind locked doors kind of guy when it comes to sex.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go a few rounds. Again, the scarab would increase that stamina by a little bit. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Let’s be so real. Yeah. I don’t think he would have toys for his personal use, but getting things for your pleasure is his favorite thing to do. He loves watching you squirm as he presses a vibrator against you. He would literally ask you to watch a movie, then use the vibrator on you while you sit on his lap the entire time.

Also…that suit? It can literally be whatever he wants it to be…IF YA KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He looves to tease you. At the grocery store, while you’re having dinner with your/his family, washing the dishes. He wants you to be completely dripping/rock hard by the time the two of you get to fuckin’.

On the other hand, he likes when you tease him. He’s a firm believer that whatever he does to you, you can do to him. A hand on your thigh under the table at the family dinner? He won’t be surprised when you “accidentally” drop your fork and lean over him to grab it from the floor. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Some guys are afraid to moan, Jaime’s in his partner's ear losing his mind. Initially, he’d be hesitant to be noisy and all, but once he gets comfortable (or you get a place alone) he’ll make sure that you know how good you’re making him feel. He’s a whimperer. Hardcore. You can play with his hair and his breathing gets shaky.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I have a feeling that he would want to try to fuck while dressed as a priest. Maybe he watched Fleabag in college. Or had some religion in his childhood. Either that or have you dress in religious clothing and act that out. He’s not sure yet, but he wants to try it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s about average size, maybe six inches hard? Uncut. Slight curve upward.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He would be a few times a week guy normally, but after the scarab fiasco, his drive increases. You could bend over picking something up and he needs to have you right now.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I feel like he would absolutely pass out after a heated night. Like, I'm talking honk shoo mimimi with one leg off the bed and only half the blanket over his body.

[antiqua-lugar]

sorry that fandom poll got to me and aside from being eternally sad that me:a will not get a sequel, i will never be over how great the reyes vidal romance is.

like he and ryder met once for a mission but that one conversation where they talk Kadara politics and flirt hard apparently was enough to go Yes, I Met The One, everyone around them is going "oh gods no" and it fucking works. they go through all the most dramatic movie plot twists - the evil ex! the date that actually was a heist! kiss as a distraction! local smuggler with a heart of gold is actually the secret leader of a whole planet - and then they settle in the most chill, comfy long distance relationship because the pathfinder and the charlatan are the only people who understand each other as being people and leaders and completely unhinged people. reyes is like "from now on I want to be honest with you" and ryder is like "when you gotta lie you gotta lie" and then they just carry on like that. reyes has known ryder for like a few months at best but love is real so he immediately writes ryder down as the charlatan's consort and everyone on kadara just has to live with it.

like it's not even a "I can fix him" kind of romance, all companions are like "Are you sure?" and Ryder is like "Yeah? He's fine". and he is

[ravennaortiz]

Ravenna!!! Can we get a HC about our Daddies being Daddy doms??

Alright, this got long, I could not help myself! I went with a mix of the guys who I thought would be most likely to dabble with daddy kink. As always my stuff is 18+! NSFW below the cut

Juice- Under that goofy grin and sweet smile is a man who would love you to call him Daddy while your stroking his praise kink. "Your so good Daddy", You're the best Daddy, You're so good at that" will guarantee you have the time of your life. Whispering these in his ear during a crowded club party will guarantee you being quickly escorted to a darkened corner for a lesson. He loves making you cock warm him too and he gets off on finally having some one to give orders to. "Bed", "Knees", "Open wide", "warm me up".

Chibs- The silver fox himself has to be eased into the idea. He was already worried about the age gap as it was and now you are calling him Daddy in public? The mischievous look in your eye and the way your breath hitches as he grabs you jaw telling you to hush in the crowded store though has his jeans getting uncomfortably tight. You were only teasing when you told him maybe you deserved a spanking. Five minutes later he had you over his lap in the dressing room your ass red and already starting to bruise as you apologized. "Sorry daddy for being naughty".

Happy- The Tacoma Killer is not one to play with. He is not amused with your teasing or being a brat. The skills he uses to get info and make people disappear for the club? Yeah he has no problem turning those around on you. He prefers to hear "Yes Sir" over "Yes Daddy". He also has you trained with that damn ever present toothpick. Is it on the left side or right side? Is he chewing it or just letting it sit still? All these have different meanings and tell you how far you have left to push his buttons. Happy pushes the limit and has you craving the danger so much that you just can't help but flirt a little with the prospects when your not getting his attention.

Angel- Pretty Boy Reyes is the king of over stimulation and making you beg for "daddy to stop". He loved the control. So much so that any toys you have go with him or under lock and key when he has to be gone for long times. Because he will be dammed if you cum on anything besides daddy's cock, mouth or fingers, or when he isn't present. You though aren't exactly the best at taking orders or listening so more often than not you end up restrained and with a vibrator on your clit for hours begging and crying for him to stop as he sits in another room watching tv and casually changing the pace on the vibrator. He will just tell you to that you have to learn your lesson.

Coco- He loves hearing you call him daddy. At first he was worried and wierded out by it when you guys were out and about. But the feeling of pride and confidence it built in him had him quickly forgetting how he first felt. The way you guys operate its less punishments and more equal than some of the other guys. When he's buried between your thighs which is his favorite place he loves how easily daddy falls from your lips. Your hands gripping his hair. He's not above bending you over his knee though if you let your mouth get a bit ahead of you though....which you sometimes do just to get him to take you to bed a bit faster.

Gilly- The giant teddy bear of the mayans has a Jekyll and Hyde personality with his daddy side. In public he is gentle with his demands/orders. In private? His military side comes out and it sends a thrill through you. "Present to me, present her, daddy's inspection time" are some of his favorite phrases. Your are more than happy to follow his orders because you know he will leave you with a "present" every time.

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[genji-centric]

Hii! I really like your work:) Hope you’re doing well! I’ve never requested anything from anyone on tumblr lol

Could you write reader(f) and Genji(Blackwatch or Post-blackwatch!) hanging with friends somewhere like at a party/gathering/bar and someone is clearly flirting with the reader but they’re clueless and Genji gets jealous and possessive? You can add if he interjects slightly or not, just want the ending to be nsfw 👀💦!

Ahh, I feel embarrassed 💀

Omg tsym!! And don't be!! You're asking this blog, yk.. the one created by pure lust for a fictional character so shhh. Never be ashamed of requests, I have the anon option for a reason ^^ I've chosen Blackwatch Genji because he is so much fun to write and absolutely strikes me as the type to be jealous. And sorry this took so long!! Enjoy ^^

Genji was always doing his job, whatever Reyes told him to do it was done. Overwatch was the reason he was alive, so it was his only motive in his new robotic life. His days were cold, devoid of the relaxed afternoons out in the sun. Instead of laying down in the gardens of the Shimada estate Genji would now be in medical office, or a back alley taking out a target. He never had that warmth again, even most of his body could never truly feel warm.

And yet somehow, Genji found someone. It felt like decades since he last felt the embrace of a woman, being looked at with such love regardless of how monstrous he saw himself. Which is why once he got a taste, he would never, never in a million years, let someone look at you the same way he got to.

You were everything. He finally felt alive, not just a being who was supposed to return the favor for living. You understood him. You were like a drug, a feeling of pure euphoria he never felt. Everything before Overwatch felt distant, blurry, and plagued by hatred of the one person he saw to be a friend let alone brother. Nobody could take that feeling or normalcy away from him, no man was deserving of you. You chose him, he was the only person to see you in such a way.

Genji grew to be both needy and lovesick for you, not that he didn't know it was wrong.. but after so long without love a man can change.

He was far different from the man he once was, Genji Shimada was popular with women. His spare time having a group of girls wanting a piece of the rich bad boy persona he had. Genji never really understood that feeling of jealousy the women around him had towards eachother. He'd always laugh at them, lighthearted of course but he didn't understand why. Not like he was fighting for attention, girls were easy. At least back then.

Which is why he glared daggers at the man who was sitting in his seat at the bar. Reyes had given him the night off, a rare luxury and you two decided to go on a little out of hour work function at some higher end bar. Overwatch didn't make them official but many people and their close loved ones were.

And Genji was well aware of the bastard cowboy in his spot. Cole Cassidy was the face he had to see countless times, never taking missions seriously and a real lack of care that just ticked him off in every conceivable way. Maybe that's how people thought of him before, but Cole just ticked him off more then he usually did.

Your smile was the only thing to keep that blood in the countless tubes of his body flowing. And that wasn't directed at him, no. The way you looked at Cole.. Genji hated it. He felt his arm shift, but he didn't retrieve the built in shurikens like he oh so wanted, as much as he wanted to pounce at the cowboy he knew better.

Genji knew one dumb action was enough to get him in hot waters, either with Reyes or the doctor responsible for his very life at the other table. Instead he just stepped over to you both, he was seething with anger. Cole had his back to the cyborg but you could see the slight bit of Genji's face he made visible. And you knew when he was angry.

"Cole. Move."

Was all the man said, cold and robotic. When he was pissed, the vocal box he had installed never failed to put people around him tense when he wanted them to be. Yet Cole just turned his head slightly, giving a casual shake of his head.

"What? Can't a man just have a little chat with a fine young lady?"

"Not with, Y/N. Now move."

In all honesty, you didn't see him in that way. Genji was all you needed, yet here you were not even aware of Cassidy trying to replace that. You were angry too, hell, Genji definitely made you two official and yet here was some rugged gunslinger not even making his flirting obvious. You definitely didn't mean to encourage it, just being polite and here Genji was seeing the worst.

Cole seemed peeved, but suprisningly got up with out a fight. Perhaps working with Genji gave him more insight to know when he should pick his battles, this moment definitely not being one of them. As you expected Genji to sit down he didn't, still standing behind the now empty chair. Odd, as you opened your mouth to speak he cut you off.

"We're going back home."

You thought about arguing, but that was clearly not the right thing to do. The ride home was quiet, and Genji still seemed ready to pounce at anyone who looked at you. If it wasn't Cole flirting you know anyone else would have to go to a hospital, not a single doubt there.

Stepping back into your shared apartment Genji still was quiet, a silent rage that spoke his feelings loud. The air felt tense, like everything around you both was waiting for what Genji was about to do. Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you saw him look back to you. His eyes narrowed.

"Why did you let him?"

You felt cold, he still had an edge to his voice.

"I.. I just thought he was being nice.. I know he was your coworker and just wanted to be friendly.."

"Friendly? Cassidy doesn't do shit unless he gains something."

Genji leaned over you, your breath hitched when you looked up to him. His brows were furrowed, and his nose scrunched from a presumed frown. He gave you a look over, focusing more downwards past your face.

He let out an angered sigh, hands shifting behind his head to remove the metal visor he had. Genji tossed the peice of metal onto a nearby chair, he turned back. You could see the displeased expression, a mix of annoyance and something else.

"Damned Cole.."

Was all he said before practically pouncing on you, pulling you close and kissing you. He nipped at your lips slightly, the kiss was clumsy. He was desperate for you, he wanted to claim you. He pulled away, letting you catch your breath.

"You're mine.. nobody else's."

You nodded.

"I'm yours."

"Good girl."

He kissed you once more, but ended it faster. He started to walk over to the bedroom, you followed him.

He opened the door for you, as you stepped in you heard the door shut and a click of the lock. You knew Genji always kept his door locked. He always was like that so the sound didn't startle you, but you always knew he locked the door when you two would fool around.

Your thoughts stopped when you felt him grab your arm harshly, not enough to hurt you but just enough to pull you to the bed. Genji pushed you down, your back hit the soft blankets of your comforter.

The man above you wasted no time in joining you on the bed, both your guy's legs dangled off the edge. That didn't matter, Genji was quick to tackle you to the mattress. He captured your lips into another heated make out, his hands roamed around your body. Grabbing at your flesh through your clothes, you could feel the hardening shaft in his pants against your leg. He wasn't getting any friction, he groaned into the kiss, clearly wanting more. He pulled away, panting like a dog in heat.

"Hah.. you're mine.. Y/N. Nobody else's."

His lids were half lidded, but held a passion that he always would have during his time with you. Genji was always head over heels for you, and being so close made him almost drunk at the feeling. And to think someone like Cole would try to steal it from him.

In the mix of lust and love for you, his hazy mind still had leftover resentment from the bar. He knew it wasn't you, and yet.. you still talked to him.

Genji always rode the fine line of right and wrong. Before he still tried to be a good person, the things he would do in the bedroom remained pretty vanilla. But now, he saw it as something he could never have again, yet he does. That passion always makes him indulge roughly, grabbing and skin and biting until blood spills.

Just like now, how he ruts at a hard and fast pace. As he kissed you he nipped at your lips, groaning at the slight taste of iron on his tongue. Genji's grip was firm, too firm. The hand he had left of his broken body dug it's nails into the side of your torso. The other harshly gripping into the meat of your arm, like he still couldn't quite grasp his grip strength.

And yet, it still wasn't enough.

Genji pulled away, pulling his hands away too. The lack of contact made you wine, he smirked.

"Hah.. still want more? You want me?"

You nodded, he was all you ever wanted.

"Me? And not.. not some drunk cowboy?"

No. Cole could never compare, he wouldn't treat you with such high regard as Genji does. Each act of love cementing in place how truly honored he is to have you. Nobody is special like Genji, those deep red eyes, that soft black hair.

"No.. only you, Genji.."

You shyly smiled, blush creeping onto your cheeks. Genji smiled, a warm and soft smile spreading across his face. Everytime you said something like that he could never get enough, no drug in the world could compare.

Genji began to continue running his hands along your sides, letting out content grunts and groans as he did. He was always vocal about how you made him feel, this time no different from the rest. Aside from how much more he enveloped your senses, like everything you had was his and his alone. No man could love you like he could, no man could fuck you like he could.

He shifted so he could start to tug and the hem of your pants, the fabric blocking him from his goal. You were quick to let him remove the garmets, leaving you in your underwear. With a content sigh he reached down, running his fingers along the front of your panties right agasint your clit.

"Tsk.. already so wet for me.. and only me."

His fingers slipped past the thin fabric, he ran circles into your bud of nerves. Slow. Deliberate. Teasing.

"Genji.. please.."

"Shhh.. I'm with you.. let me have my fun, Y/N.."

He placed soft, delicate kisses along ypur neck, chuckling at the noises you made from his touch.

"So needy.. so perfect.."

Genji continued to swirl his finger along your clit, always so precise in where to touch you. He had expierence, and now everything he learned he used on you, his actions always had a goal. And that goal was always the same, make you feel good.

He wanted to be the only source of pleasure you got, his body was broken, but he wanted him to be the only way you could cum. The pride he felt when feeling you throb to his touch, the whimpers of pleasure from what he did.. Genji wanted more.

His breaths were hot and heavy against your ear, air would be sucked in through his teeth. Even giving you pleasure was enough to make him grunt in your ear, it felt amazing and overwhelming all at once. With his free hand he reached down and tugged at the drawstring of his sweatpants.

"I need you.. now."

He placed a needy kiss to your neck, his lips were warm. The constant friction to your clit made your head feel dizzy, Genji always knew how to touch you. Your senses heightened, the feeling of pleasure started to build up.

"Genji.. mm close.."

He let out a little chuckle.

"Yes.. I know Y/N.. cum for me."

The feeling in your stomach tightened, he kept his fingers moving at the same pace. It all felt so good.. it was Genji.. he was there and all for you. It all became too much, the tension snapping as you went over the edge. His fingers kept the pace, riding you through your orgasm.

"That's it.. fuck.. Y/N you do so much to me.. you don't even know.."

He pulled his hand away, he held his hand in front of your face. A content smirk across his features. He splayed them apart, making a show of your fluids connecting in a string along his fingers. While maintaining eye contact he ran his tongue along them. Seemingly savoring the taste.

"Taste so good too.. and all mine to enjoy.."

Nothing could compare to the love he had for you.. how much he enjoyed having you all to himself. Genji needed more, he pulled away, ripping down his sweatpants and boxers to free his throbbing cock. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, no longer having to deal with the constraints of his clothing.

He kicked the clothes no longer needed to the ground, he would pick up later. Genji gave you a playful smile before he pushed your legs up, giving him easy access.

"I've wanted this since the bar.. you looked so good in the lighting.."

He pressed the tip against you, him grunting at the feeling. Even the smallest things got him vocal, Genji lived and breathed for you. The clutches you had on him could never compare, he was all yours. Genji wanted you all to himself. With the slick from your previous orgasm he was able to slide in with ease, the warmth had him gasping.

"Y/N.. hah.. I love you.."

You couldn't help but whimper, for each moment like this every word he said couldn't help but add more blush to your cheeks. He continued to ease into you, the stretch was just to much but not enough. He was big, but not the the point it hurt.

Genji was halfway inside now, he ran his lone still flesh hand along your hip. His hand was warm, compared to the usual cold he was.

He pushed in more, his cock stretching you out perfectly. As he was fully in, he let out a shaky sigh. Holding your hips with both hands, his thumbs rubbing circles into your flesh.

"You.. Y/N.. Only you.."

Everything he did was for you now, nothing and nobody could compare. He slid out before pressing himself back in, the motion earning more noises from you. He smirked, repeating it again, and again. The pace was slow, but as he continued the desperation to fully burry himself in you grew. Soon he was thrusting in fast, the drip on your hips was rough as he slammed his cock deeper into you.

Genji whined at the feeling, you just felt so good. He couldn't care the idea of someone having you beneath them like he had.

The feeling of his cock repeatedly pressing against the sweet spot inside, it made your toes curl. Genji shuddered, groaning and gasping at how tight you felt. You both felt close to your approaching orgasms. His hand reached down between you, rubbing circles into your clit.

The added stimulation soon became too much, the tightening in your stomach snapped as you came. The feeling of you pulsing made Genji grunt out some curses before he fucked into you faster. Harder. His mind clouded with his own orgasm soon approaching.

His rubbing on your clit stopped before he was holding onto your hips to the point that it hurt, Genji moaned as he came deep inside you. His hips faltered and ropes of cum spurted inside. Genji closed his eyes in bliss, times like this made him feel whole again. Being buried deep inside the lone person he valued, he felt like him. Regardless of the metal his body was mostly made of, he felt you around him. He heard you moan his name. You were his, and he was yours.

Genji nuzzled into your neck, placing a kiss to your collarbone. You both could worry about cleaning up afterwards, all that mattered to him was laying in the bliss of your highs and eachother. Genji had a content smile on his face, before he spent his nights alone. He was cold, alone.. angry. In your arms he felt seen, comforted. It was like those peaceful days on the Shimada estate, but now he had someone he could see a future with, his future with. Nobody else could ever dream of it, nobody.

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

hey! I had an idea how the HL characters would react if they saw that F!MC had abs.

F!MC would be all teasing and flirting at the same time.

Ominis would have felt it the most because he would have to feel it to see it.

Professor Fig would definitely think about his younger years. ( proud father )

HLC REACT TO MUSCULAR F!MC

Due to the modest dress code of the time period, MC did not have many opportunities to display her muscles publicly. However, when it was just her and her companion in the middle of the woods and she needed to retrieve something from the bottom of a small lake, she sure as hell wasn't diving in wearing three layers of clothes.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He arches an eyebrow as MC suddenly disrobes. "Merlin's beard, woman. If you wanted it that bad, all you had to do was say so." He laughs at MC's glare of indignation. The tone of MC's muscles is quite unexpected, but not entirely surprising. He's been traveling around the valley with them for a while and he's seen them toss enemies around without magic. He's a tiny bit jealous, honestly.

OMINIS GAUNT: "What are you doing?" All he can detect Is that MC is shuffling around in place. He doesn't put two and two together until they jump into the water. They were naked, or nearly so. Oh dear. Thoughts of their body invade his mind and he blushes furiously, trying to shoo them away. They've given him many a strong hug and he can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel their body after they come out of the water.

ANNE SALLOW: "Merlin's beard!" She quickly covers her eyes. "Kindly give me some warning, would you?" Her words may come out a bit sharper than she intends, but it's not out of disgust. No, it's the opposite. MC's body is very lovely and tempting but she doesn't want to be rude with staring. She peeks just before MC dives in.

IMELDA REYES: "Showing off, are you?" She snidely comments as her eyes elevator across MC. When MC confidently smiles and winks back at her, she flushes red and looks away. "My abs are better..." She mutters to herself.

NATSAI ONAI: "Oh, wow." She's transfixed. She always knew MC was strong in the figurative sense, but she had no idea how well it translated literally. MC looked like she could pull a carriage single-handed. If MC teases, she gets all giggly and too hot to wear her own robe.

GARRETH WEASLEY: Once he gets over the shock that MC is half naked in front of him, uppies. Doesn't matter how tall MC is. He wants uppies. MC looks like they could throw him in that lake if they wanted to. He is a happy man in the arms of a strong woman. Take care of him and he is the most loyal of golden retriever boyfriends.

LEANDER PREWETT: Nearly screams when MC starts stripping. He turns away and refuses to turn around. What would his mother say if she knew he saw a girl so undressed? It's indecent! It's scandalous! It's.... it's tempting. He can still see their reflection in the water. His face is as red as his hair. MC was going to be the death of him.

AMIT THAKKAR: His hand flies up to the side of his head to block MC from sight. "What are you-!?" His breathing hitched as more and more clothing piled on the shore. How was MC so calm about this? His heart was going mad. When they resurface, he helps them back to shore, but tries to keep his eyes shut. When they kiss his cheek in thanks for being such a gentleman, his eyes fly open in shock and he takes them in. They're the very depiction of beauty.

EVERETT CLOPTON: Surprisingly chill about the whole thing. He catches every article of clothing thrown at him so MC's robes don't sit in the dirt, and waits patiently for them to resurface with whatever they were trying to retrieve from the bottom of the lake. See, he's being smart. The less of a deal he makes about it, he figures the more comfortable MC will be about doing this in the future. Therefore, he will see more of that lovely body of theirs. Big brain.

POPPY SWEETING: She is staring unabashedly. Muscle Mommy may not be a term in the 1890s, but she's about to invent it. She has heart eyes. She might be drooling. Tease her and she might just faint.

[bunnyreaper]

i still get jealous

pairing - gabriel reyes x f!reader, minor niran prukamanee x f!reader wc -  1414 warnings - flirting, jealousy, mild sexual content notes - niran crush is developing but... i can’t cheat on my baby gabe so here is the product of that... ill add a follow up chapter... eventually? also on ao3

"Hello there."

A smooth, eloquent voice cuts through your thoughts, diverting your attention from spectating the bartender to the man that's appeared at your side. When you turn, the last person you expect is the VIP, the man of the hour himself.

"Oh, hi!" You offer him a bright smile, somewhat taken aback by how radiant he is close up, and how he somehow manages to appear delicate and imposing at the same time. "Niran, right?"

His handsome face splits into a grin, his eyes lighting up with joy. "The very same. I assume you've heard of me?" He purrs, as if the entire party isn't dedicated to his arrival.

"You're all anyone will talk about around the base." You reply, taking a quick sip of your drink.

New arrivals are always welcomed with open arms, especially when they seem to be gaining adoring fans at an alarming rate. 

When Kiriko was brought to the base, everyone was happy, but with news of Niran's arrival, most of the women and plenty of others were going absolutely nuts. 

As he takes a seat next to you, his scent catches up to you—uniquely floral, a good balance of delicate notes and unforgettable aroma.

"Good to know that I've made quite the impression." He sends a wink your way, which you hate to admit makes you blush. 

You sip desperately at your drink, hoping the alcohol will chase away the fact that, from a purely objective standpoint, he's incredibly attractive. 

He looks good in pictures, but you never quite got the appeal until now, as he sits before you and steals your attention. "I'm sure you're more than used to that." You comment teasingly, as you know there's no way he's clueless about the effect he has on people. 

"Perhaps." He chuckles, an angelic sound leaving his lips. "You never told me your name." 

"Y/N." You offer, giving him your hand to shake, more as a formality and act of politeness. 

"A beautiful name for such a beautiful flower." He coos, a certain look in his eye as he takes your hand. Peaking through fluttery lashes, he presses a kiss to your skin. "It's a pleasure to meet you." 

"You too, Niran." As you begin to laugh. 

Indulging him with some seemingly harmless flirting was one thing, but he was clearly a man on a mission. 

This would make a great story later. 

"How are you enjoying the party?" Niran asks, cutting through your thoughts once more. 

"It's nice, I'm a little dead on my feet from extra training today, but, commander's orders..." You sigh, giving him a shrug and a smile. 

He leans in, coming even closer into your personal space, in a way you find both amusing and suffocating. 

"Your commander likes to work you hard?" He asks, a genuine spark of interest in his eyes. 

"Oh, you have no idea." You giggle, taking more sips of your drink.

In fact, you could say the Commander has it out for you personally. 

"I can help with that." His voice is flirtatious once more, and the offer takes you by surprise. 

"Oh?" 

Niran leans back, a beaming smile on his face as he conjures a sparkling, ethereal pink rose, before he offers it to you like he would a lover. 

"It's so pretty." You gasp, fascinated and transfixed by the display. 

The flower sits gently upon his fingers, magically persisting despite having appeared from nowhere—you've obviously not seen his use of Biolight in person before.

"Take it. You'll find you feel quite rejuvenated." 

You hesitate, wondering about the implications of accepting the rose, and yet fascinated by the chance to experience its healing effects for yourself.

You reach out and take the stem, and as you cradle it between your fingers, the pain in your muscles seeps out of you. "Wow." You gasp. 

"Am I interrupting something?" 

You don't need to turn to know Gabriel has chosen the perfect time to make his appearance at your side. 

"No." You supply quickly.

"Yes." Niran speaks at the same time, and you can't help but laugh. 

"Niran, this is Commander Reyes." You fight to keep the smile off your face, finding some amusement in both the realization Niran is about to have, and the jealous waves rolling off of Gabe. 

"Oh, the martinet you mentioned earlier." He retorts, without skipping a beat, and yet the smile he directs at Gabriel is perfectly polite. 

You thread your arm around Gabriel's waist, pulling him closer to your side. You welcome the feeling of him so close. "And... my boyfriend." 

"Oh!" Niran gasps, and you expect his expression to fall, yet his smile seems to beam wider. "Well, I suppose it makes perfect sense that such a beauty would be spoken for, and by such a fine specimen, too." Niran's sultry gaze turns back to Gabriel, unperturbed by the frown on the older man's face. 

"He is fine, isn't he?" You giggle, your hand slipping down to squeeze his ass teasingly. 

"Doesn't sound like that's what you were saying earlier." Gabriel mumbles as his gaze breaks with Niran's and he faces you, a quietly annoyed look in his eyes. 

"Well, you are a hardass too." You laugh once more, and keep your hand on the aforementioned hard ass. 

"You make quite the couple." Niran comments, seemingly leaning in to both of you. "Are you open to another?" 

A choking sound leaves you in an instant, as Gabriel's eyes go completely wide—shock is not something you're used to seeing on him.

"Uh, we'll get back to you on that." You reply, struggling to hold back your laughter. You rise from the barstool, and thread your arm in Gabriel's as you intend on tugging him away. "It was nice meeting you, Niran." 

Your tone is polite despite your clear intention to leave.

"You too." Niran grins, still unperturbed, his eyes flicker to Gabriel once more as he offers the man one final sultry look. "Both of you." 

You and Gabe weave through the throngs of people until you make it to a more secluded area of the room. 

Gabriel still looks a little taken aback. "Did he start flirting with me too?" 

"I... think so, yeah." You respond before finally letting free your laughter. 

"Huh." He comments absentmindedly, before he turns and tugs you closer to him. He peers down at you, a questioning look on his face. "I didn't know you were into prettyboys." 

The way he says prettyboys is quite clearly derisive. 

"What gives you that impression?" You giggle, really taking pleasure in Gabriel's possessive display. It's not the worst he's been, or the most dramatic, but it still riles you up nonetheless. 

"The doe eyed look you were giving him, your little giggles." His jaw tightens as he talks. 

You know he trusts you fully, yet you also know there are just some emotions that overwhelm him easily. 

"Somebody's jealous." You coo, as you rest your hands on his chest and cast him a cheeky look. 

His arms wrap around you, holding you tight and close. "Not jealous, territorial." 

"Don't worry, my real type is still tall, dark, handsome, and called Gabriel." You beam up at him, as you truly wouldn't even consider actually entertaining anyone else's affections.

In the arms of your love, you feel completely at home. Looking up at him now only reminds you that you're right where you belong. 

"Good to know." He replies, then begins to haul you away by your arm. "But just in case, I think you need a reminder." 

"We're ditching?" You ask, as you struggle to keep pace as he heads back through the crowd.

He comes closer as the two of you move, his head dipping down beside your ear. "Oh, you'd rather stay at the welcoming party of your new friend?" 

"No Gabe." You still him for a moment, as you return his whispers. 

"Good." He grunts, resuming your journey once more.

When you're out of everyone's earshot and on your way to your quarters, Gabriel slams you into the wall of the hallway. 

His hands come to your waist, pressing you in as he traps you against the hard surface. His eyes are dark and stormy.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you forget his name." He growls. "And your own." 

He presses his growing erection against you, as he comes to whisper to you once more. 

"My name will be the only one you remember." 

[angelyuji]

jaime reyes bf headcanons (+yandere)

jaime reyes x gn!reader yandere headcanons under the cut warnings (under the cut): kidnapping, stealing, manipulation (from scarab), stalking when i talk abt scarab, i'm talking young justice scarab btw

jaime reyes is the type to spray all of your clothes with his cologne, so you (and everyone else) can smell him 24/7

he’s the type to carry your books or your bags if you mention in passing that you were kinda tired

if you’re out on a date with jaime and he sees your eyes linger on something, he immediately goes back to buy whatever you looked at

he knows what color matches your skin, so if he’s getting you guys matching jewelry (and he mostly def would) he would get the right color for your skin

and also going off of this, he knows if you were bracelets, necklaces, earrings, etc like he knows your preferences and tastes so well bro im GONNA BE VIOLENTLY ILL

jaime would always offer to study with you, but would most def get distracted and try to make out with you

LIKE he starts off by making it so with every right answer, he gives you kiss and then things get heated ykkkkkkk ;)

his family absolutely adores you too like his mom constantly cooks for you and teaches you recipes, his grandma teaches you how to sew, his uncle and his dad are chill with you, and you’re best friends with his sister like ong you’re one of them.

scarab would most def by suspicious of you at first cuz why tf are you the only thing that jaime thinks about (it’s insufferable)

but once it realizes that you’re not a threat, he’s chill with you

if you know that jaime is blue beetle, you def mess around with scarab, but you guys team up to make fun of jaime (obviously jaime is telling you what scarab is saying until you guys team up then he refuses to talk)

jaime is such a cutie, he’s a total flirt when you guys meet, but once u guys start dating, he’s totally shy and like asks for permission to hold your hands and to kiss you until he gets more comfortable then hes literally all over you OIABGIEUWop

yall know that tiktok trend with that scene from ?100 days of summer? where one person goes “i love the smiths” and the other goes, “what?” “i love the smiths.” and then the other person like pulls you into a kiss and ot4ro;twf’gb’o its so you and jaime OPNF:OEJP if anyone wants a ref video lmk ill post it <3

yandere :)

jaime reyes was kinda totally normal abt u before the scarab

like yes, he knows ur entire schedule, where you live, and takes candid blurry pictures of you from across the hall or smth (very girl of him) (i knew a girl who did this exact thing for a guy she liked like honestly it was so insane i was really concerned abt her)

but he would never like act on it, he was very self-aware abt it like he knew he was lowkey acting insane

untillll scarab showed up, obviously he had forgotten abt his crush on you while he was in college (GOTHAM UNIVERSITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) but now that you’re both graduated and back home. jaime gets to see you again every time he passes your workplace on his way to work. now that he gets to see you, his obsession with you is back and THREE THOUSAND times worse becuz of monsieur scarab

scarab feeds into jaime’s delusions that you’re both meant to be with each other, his sister tries to make him understand that his feelings are like super concerningly weird asf, but scarab knows that if jaime is obsessed with you to an extreme, it could make jaime easier to manipulate, so it tells jaime that his sister doesn’t understand, but you know who does? the alien attached to his back

jaime would break into your room/apartment (whether you’re staying with ur parents or nah) he would smell your clothes, your soaps and lotions, your bed cover

total underwear stealer imo like he saw the opportunity and is going for it honestly i respect it

he’d try to work up the courage to ask you out, and he’s so smooth with it and (obviously) you say yes

first things are calm yk, but as your relationship progresses (very fast), you see a lot of the red flags and try to exit stage left

but jaime’s not down for that like you’re the love of his life, however he lets you go cuz he’s got a plan

he preps the old blue beetle base and straight up kidnaps you

he’d have you tied up cuz you were putting up a fight and you’d watch as jaime fucking panics and paces back and forth yk

jaime’s not the type to hurt you, so he’s very sweet with you. even when you toss your food at his head, slap him, kick him, yell at him, it doesn’t matter. he’ll take it cuz he can’t bear the thought of hurting you

he still won’t let you go tho

scarab reassures him, now that you’re here, you can’t leave him. you won’t ever get hurt.

[froggibus]

I LOVED you hate sex Cassidy!! I was sad to see you didn’t have anymore for him :( any chance you could write another one for our cowboy ? Maybe x shy reader or smt! <3

The Sacred Art of Teasing - Cole Cassidy

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x shy! reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 700

Summary: cass can’t help but think you’re adorable when you’re flustered, and he knows just how to get you there

CW: reader is shy + gets flustered easily, cass is a big tease, also he’s a bit of a bat rastard rat bastard, general fluff, kissing? bit of chasing lol

yes!! I have more cass in my drafts for when I’m feeling lazy but for now here is a cute one! also i work all weekend but ill try my best to post! enjoy <3

————

If Cole Cassidy is anything, he’s a tease. 

Unfortunately for you, the sexy cowboy always knew exactly how to tease you. A light touch here, gentle flirting there. It barely took anything for your heart rate to pick up and your whole face to be burning. 

Even more unfortunate, he loves how you look when you get embarrassed from just his words. 

After months of his relentless teasing, there was only one solution: avoid him at all costs. 

Like this morning, when your alarm goes off at 4am, several hours before anyone will even be up for training. It’s the only thing you could thing of to keep from spontaneously combusting in his presence. 

Unfortunately for you, when you make it into the kitchen to start cooking, the cowboy is leaned against the counter drinking a glass of water. He’s shirtless, proudly showing off his muscular chest. 

You look anywhere but him but it’s too late, your whole body feels like it’s catching fire. You go to scurry back to your room but it’s too late. He’s already noticed your presence. 

“Hey pumpkin,” his voice is raspy from sleep, but there’s a hint of mocking beneath it. 

“H-hi Cole,” you focus your eyes on your socks. 

“You’re up early, couldn’t sleep?”

“N-no, just thought I’d get an ea—early start.”

He chuckles, “sure you’re not just avoiding me?”

Your eyes shoot wide open. Of course he figured you out, you realize. He’s an Overwatch agent, same as you. He’s not an idiot even if he acts like it sometimes. 

“I-I—“

He cuts you off, “don’t worry ‘bout it, okay?”

You brave a look at him, only to see a smirk playing at his lips. Your eyes flick down to his bare chest once more, ghosting over the spot where his metal arm meets his shoulder. 

“Like what ya see?”

If you weren’t flustered enough already, Cole just kicked it up to 100. You feel light headed at his words, heart beating so fast it makes you dizzy. 

You shake your head, turn on your heel and head back to bed. It’s too early for this. 

“Hey, hey—where’re you goin’?”

You pick up the pace, practically sprinting to your room. You turn a corner, and that’s when you hear it. Incredibly faint but distinct—footsteps. To the untrained ear, no one would have noticed but you know exactly what it means: Cole is following you. 

“Y/n, come back,” he practically whines, trying to keep his voice low so no one else hears. “‘m just teasin’ you!”

“N-no!” You try to speed up, but trip over your own feet and start tumbling towards the floor. 

You’re not sure how he does it—the man has always been incredibly stealthy (the reason Reyes suggested he wears spurs). But his speed was practically inhuman. 

He’s at your side in an instant, arms locking around your waist and catching you before you face plant onto the floor. 

You gasp at the sudden contact, but you’re too grateful for the save to be flustered by it. “You caught me,” you breathe. “Thank you.”

“I got you, pumpkin.”

He helps you get your footing but his hands never leave your sides. Butterflies bloom in your stomach and once again, your whole body heats up. 

“Cole—“

“I know I can be harsh on you,” he admits, “but I just think it’s so damn cute when you get all embarrassed.”

“Oh,” you say, his words not quite registering. “Oh.”

He nods. 

“You—you think I’m cute?”

He chuckles, “darlin’ if you knew the things you do to me…”

You can’t seem to speak, the words fill your head but can’t seem to tumble off your tongue. Just as you’re able to form words, his lips are on yours. 

He tightens his grip on you and deepens the kiss. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and hold him closely to you. 

He pulls away smiling. Not smirking like he usually does—genuinely smiling at you. 

“Cole?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we finish this when it’s not 4am in the middle of a hallway?”

He laughs and takes your hand, leading you back to his bedroom.

[joanofexys]

gimme the Jude lore

okay okay Jude Reyes lore incoming

little breakdown first:

26 years old

he/him, pansexual, cis

played for the Trojans for 5 years

graduated with a degree in sports journalism

has adhd and depression (in the rambling bit tw right now for mentions of self harm and suicidal thoughts tying into this)

only child and still upset about it

does the most out of all my ocs to work with college players, spends a lot of his free time flying out to different colleges to work with coaches and teams cause he likes and he enjoys it (gets a lot of teasing about becoming a coach in the future)

knows english and spanish

and oh yeah he's a dealer who will play as an extra backliner if needed

blonde, 6'3, big brown eyes

got his ears pierced cause Mara said he'd chicken out

So yeah Jude graduated from USC at the age of 23 and he was recruited for olympic court when he was 25. He considers the Trojan's his family and still keeps in touch with all the upper classmen who he used to play with. He's very much taken the Trojan attitude into his professional career. He's known as a team player on the court and also a huge activist off the court. He's now involved in presenting the Day Spirit Award every year and he's incredibly proud to have been apart of the team consistently winning it. While Ilya falls into the Just Some Guy category, Jude really takes it up like 10 levels into Golden Child territory. He's the favored one for press duty and is most involved with his teams social media. He's usually the one to sit down for the little games or the ask me anything's or the interviews everyone else deems pointless.

tw for self harm and suicide mentions, you can skip to the next bolded line if you need to

Jude was diagnosed with depression when he was 19 after he came to Rhemann confessing that he had been self harming for a few months after the workload with his class got more difficult for him to manage and he started thinking about committing suicide. He was diagnosed with adhd a few years later when he was 22 and now he now manages both with a mixture of therapy and medication. He's not perfect and obviously that didn't get rid of his depression but he has always had a safe space to talk about it and to get the help he needs. He advocates a lot for mental health in general but especially where athletes where it tends to get ignored with all the pressure put on them and he brings that into all of his relationships with his teammates trying to create a safe space for them. He is a huge factor in actually getting Em, Mara, and Florian to see therapists and he's who Florian calls after his 5th attempt and takes him to the hospital.

okay heavy bit over

I need y'all to know that Jude popped into my head literally today. He was named like 3 hours ago. So this is all just kind of developing as I yap about him. He's big on team inclusion. Doesn't want anyone to feel left out. At first Ilya really butted heads with Mara and Florian cause they were Raven's and Jude was basically the one to get sick of that and tell them they needed to shut the fuck up and put on their get along t-shirt

He's generally pretty outgoing and he loves a good party. And by party he means hosting his team and having some food and drinks and visiting with every one. Though he does go a little crazy after a win and he will probably not get home till like 6 in the morning and then will sleep for a full 24 hours

He comes off as very loud and flirtatious to most people, most people will think he is flirting even when he isn't and he has accidentally agreed to multiple dates before realizing they were dates and having to awkwardly let people down. He doesn't really date much, not seriously, largely because of how involved he is with the media portion of his job. If he does end up dating (and I don't have anyone set up for him yet) it'd most likely be another exy player who is also super involved with the media and interacting with the press

and yeah that's a little bit about Jude

[spikershoyo]

I Don't Know You | Robbie Reyes x f!reader | smut | minors DNI!

Warnings and notes: Smut, one-night stand with Robbie, oral sex (fem), Robbie having bi panic, mentions of sex and drinking, Gabe's sleep being disturbed, wrote this on my phone and with very little editing so tell me if I missed anything to tag, this was inspired by the song 'I Don't Know You' by The Marias it's so good, listen to rn,

The sun peeking through the curtains of Robbie’s windows shine over his eyes. They flutter closed again when he’s hit with the light. He moves around a bit and slowly sits up, a hand making its way to hold his head, the steady thump of a headache starting to bloom.

He groans as he takes in his surroundings. He’s home. Safe and sound. He can hear Gabe’s soft snores from the other side of the wall. He looks over at his nightstand, the clock reading 10:14. That’s waking up late to Robbie’s standard on a weekday.

Robbie becomes aware that he’s not wearing anything under his sheets, he takes in the sore feeling of his neck, his back, and his legs. The fan from the ceiling of his room is on the highest setting, spinning around and creating a fresh temperature in his otherwise hot room.

A soft groan comes from him as he stretches out his back, his mind bringing him back to the party from last night. The annoying voice of one of the assholes from his senior year of high school telling him to ‘let loose’ is etched into his mind.

He really did let loose last night.

He didn’t do anything too crazy last night, he hopes, just a lot of drinks and a lot of eye fucking from both him and the people at the party. He remembered the string tequila they had brought out and the Don Q vodka. The most he drank was beer and the occasional shot of something.

What he does remember though is the people he talked to. The redhead who was drunk on mojitos blabbered to him all night, making a not-so-subtle comment on how hot he was.

A few guys he had known prior but didn’t really get a long with. This chick at the bar that was all over him and couldn’t stop reaching for his belt. Yeah, he didn’t let her get too far.

A man who was maybe a few years older than him said he liked Robbie’s jacket, he seemed cool. He was definitely cooler than most people at the party. What he didn’t expect was that the same man was going to have him blushing as he whispered soft words of praise into Robbie’s ear.

In no time, Robbie was stuttering out excuses and apologies, telling the man ‘N-nah, I don’t swing that way. Sorry.’ When it was clear that he had been thinking it over for the last few months after that stupid dare he had done between him and his friends. He won’t admit it’s still buried in the back of his head.

After one too many drinks and flirting here and there, he didn’t even remember if he went home with someone or not. But he found out soon enough when he felt a shuffle from beside him. He was so immersed in his memories of last night that he didn’t even take into account that there was a beautiful someone in his bed.

He lies back down when he sees the back of a girl, her shoulders have hickeys and bite marks over them. Robbie covers his mouth as he smirks a bit. Her hair a slight mess as it lays under her head. He puts his arms out and pulls her to his chest, a soft groan emitting from her.

You could feed strong and rough hands pulling you to a warm source. Not wanting to wake up yet, you just stayed still, lying in the comfy bed. Robbie’s hands snake around your waist, squeezing and feeling your sore body.

Once you do finally open your eyes, there’s a slight dizzying feeling in your head. Must be all the alcohol you drank last night. A soft stream of kisses starts being planted over your shoulders, the coarse feeling of facial hair on your soft skin makes you tingle.

When you turn around you’re both met with unfamiliar faces. Jesus, how much did you drink last night?

Robbie’s eyes widen at how pretty you are. He smiles gently and leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, which makes a smile of your own bloom across your face. He pulls you in for a hug and his hands wander down your naked body, feeling your curves and your skin.

You accept the warm and gentle hug, fitting into him like a puzzle piece. Your own hands came up and scratched his scalp, a low moan escaping him. You chuckle at the sound.

After a while of touching and re-exploring, you find the courage to use your voice.

“I don’t know you.” You laugh lowly, hiding your laughter in his neck. Robbie chuckles as well, his hands never stop touching you, now tracing shapes and words into your skin.

“It’s fine. I don’t know you either.” He pulls back and kisses your cheek. “But I like this.” “Oh, definitely.” You both end up laughing, relishing in the glow of the morning. “I’m Robbie.” You nod, telling him your name. “Y’know, one would think you’d remember my name after the amount of times you screamed it last night.”

Your eyes widen as a gasp leaves you, a laugh following after. “You! I had- well, we had a lot to drink.” Robbie agrees at your words. He pulls back from the hug and bites his lip softly. “God, you’re beautiful.” He slides down the bed a bit so he can be level with your chest. He presses kiss after kiss to your body, sometimes leaving wet spots as he licks over bites that he left last night.

“I should make your breakfast.” He sighs into your body, his fingers pressing themselves into your plush thighs, kneading any part of you that he found sore.

“I think I wanna stay here a bit longer. Maybe go for another round…” you whisper cheekily. Robbie laughs and shakes his head. “I wouldn’t mind at all.” He pulls you down to face him now, getting to see his pretty brown eyes. Your hand comes up and you trace the freckles on his face, connecting them like constellations.

He can feel his cheeks dusting over with pink, quickly becoming fond of your gentle and calm nature. He sits up and has you sit up as well, your back against the headboard.

He leans down and puts your legs on his shoulders, his face leaning down to your core. Robbie presses a kiss to your clit and you can’t help but shudder. He doesn’t waste time diving in and eating you out.

A whine escapes you as your hands bury themselves into his cropped hair. “Robbie-“ “Mhm, love the way you say my name, baby.” He talks into your core, some of it muffled as he licks up your wet cunt.

One loud moan from you is all it takes for a light knocking on the wall from Gabe. “Robbie, shut up!” His little brother groans as he shuffles in his bed. This makes you and Robbie end up laughing and having Robbie put a hand over your mouth as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from you.

[sickoherd]

RAVEN REYES — dating her includes...

fluff

author note: sorry if any of this is inaccurate, i seriously need to rewatch the 100. anyway i have nothing but love for my space walker<3

this is kinda all over the place okay !!

raven is such a sweet person to date but has some serious jealousy issues

shes also protective

at the start, she has such major trust issues because of finn

but you're patient

shes quite insecure about her leg, and her scars

but you're always happy to tell her how badass she is and how cool they are and how beautiful she is

raven absolutely melts if you kiss her scars

or just kiss her anyway to be honest

shes such a softie for you

you always do her ponytails for her

you absolutely despise finn for breaking your girl's heart, but after his death you have some sympathy

at first you don't get along with clarke too well either

but once you see that raven has forgiven her, you start to warm up to her

don't even get started on murphy !

most arguments that the two of you have is because she is overworking herself

because she has been let down so much in her past, she is reluctant to trust you and allow herself to love.

she is also nervous that you will leave her, or even as unlikely as it is to happen, you cheat on her like finn did.

therefore, if she sees you talking to someone and they're flirting with you, she starts to get that pit in her stomach

she can't even bare to watch

she goes and sulks until you find her

even then she has a cute pout, until you kiss it away.

you're constantly amazed by how smart she is

always showing your girl off

god knows she deserves it

she is reluctant to let you leave camp, especially on dangerous missions that she can't go on

she is just so so scared that something will happen to you and you won't come home to her

of course tho, you promise to be careful and to always return to her.

you teach her some self defense and knife skills

because you're also worried for her

if she gets in a situation where its fight or flight, nd she can't run, you need her to know how to defend herself

however, raven feels sure that you would never allow something like that to happen

you feel the same, but just in case you were separated

she loves flirting with you

even if you have been in a relationship for years, she loves it

however, as much as she can dish it out, she can't take it to save her life

one tiny compliment from you and she is a blushing mess

you absolutely revel in it

raven adores it when you randomly visit her during the day

when you bring her food or just visit because you miss her

especially when she can tell you all about what she is working on, and you're just so in awe of your genius girlfriend

her favourite love languages to receive are physical touch and words of affirmation

her love language is mainly acts of service <3

altogether, the two of you are such a power couple

[fictionfordays]

Roses

Ran Haitani x GN!Reader

CW: cliff hangerrrrrrrrr :P Ran is romantic I hate him, first date but it's not awkward yk, lil flirty flirt, lil banter

WC: ~500

A/N: ehhhh... the only thing I have to say is that I hate this man with my whole heart (affectionate???)

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Ran is a romantic at heart. Charming, thrilling, adventurous.

Your first date is spent on a cool evening wandering the streets of Roppongi as you make your way to the local bar. You sit in a booth across from each other, eyes lingering on each other's every movement as you chat. You discuss the art museum, how cool the evening air feels against your skin, how you were a little nervous for your date with him. Somehow the topic morphs into that of your favourite things. Amongst those, his lavender eyes make the list. Your gaze lingers on his face, exploring his features. The soft curve of his nose, how pretty and smooth his skin looks - especially with the soft blush dusting his cheeks. You notice his lips, how pink they are, the shape of them, they look so... soft... so... kissable...

"Something catch your eye?" He winks at you, smirking playfully.

A deep blush covers your face for a moment. "J-just something pretty," you wink back at him, bringing your glass to your lips for a sip of whatever it contained for you had long forgotten.

He smiles, impressed you managed to return his flirty tone. He quickly pays for your drinks, holding your hand in his larger one as you leave the bar. His pace is slow, yet eager. Wanting to get to the next location but also not wanting to rush the date along.

You swear you've never laughed so much before. He's so... sweet, so funny, so...

"We're here," he smiles at you, leading you to a hidden gate. It creaks as he opens it, letting you enter first. It's mysterious, yet you find yourself so enamored when you start to look around. It's so quiet and tranquil compared to the bustling city surrounding. A gazebo stands in the centre, covered in ivy vines and surrounded by rosebushes. Trees, flowers, and shrubs line the perimeter of the little garden. There's a cobblestone path that leads to the gazebo from the entrance where you stand, him close behind you with his hands on your shoulders.

"Pretty, isn't it?" His voice is a mere whisper by your ear as he tucks your hair behind it. You can hear the smirk in his tone as his breath tickles your skin. "I love coming here. It's so enchanting and peaceful." He slowly moves to stand next to you, his warm fingers lingering on your shoulder. "It's like a secret little escape..." his voice trails off, the corners of his lips turning up in a content smile.

He takes your hand in his, leading you along the path to the gazebo. He carefully picks a rose as you walk up the steps to take a seat on the covered bench. He sits next to you, rose in hand, and grabs your chin with his thumb and forefinger. His lavender hues flit between your gaze and your plush lips, leaning so close you can feel his breath fan over your face.

"A beautiful rose for a beautiful person~"

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My take on Robbie Reyes' personality and facial expressions OR why do I draw his facial expressions Like That:

So, I previously stated that but the way I draw and write Robbie Reyes is what happened after I took most of his comics and videogames portrayal and put it in a blender. The way his personality is portrayed in the official marvel comics varies hugely depending on who is writing him. Anger issues and trauma? Never knew them after the avengers run. But he gets a sarcastic, dark sense of humor that I love.

One thing that I liked a lot in the original Felipe Smith run is how expressive and emotional he is. Or at least that's the way I see him. Like, he does absolutely have a resting murder face and tries very hard to mantain an stoic, tough appearence because that's what he's learnt will help him survive but behind that? He's super expressive. Whenever he's angry, sad or happy (this happens mostly while interacting with Gabe and Lisa) it shows A LOT. He gets flustered when Lisa flirts with him in the car. He cries after he gets beaten up by Guero and his goons and Gabe's chair is stolen. When he gets mad at Ramón Cordova, people make comments on his murder face, and I doubt that's intentional since he is in his workplace.

The way I see him, he fights very hard to repress his feelings and mantain a tough guy facade for survival but behind that he's a very emotionally driven person. Anger and love are feelings after all. To me he seems like a person who feels everything very deeply, but has learnt to repress most of his emotions or turn them into Anger, which is not only a socially accepted emotion for dudes but also, a very useful tool. Getting scared or intimidated if someone tries to bully you or your brother will make you get paralized, but getting angry? Anger helps you fight back. Anger helps you keep going. And also, being angry at the awful things that have happened to you can be less hurtful than being sad. Anger give you fuel.

He has a lot of reasons to be angry, after all. He's also an empathetic person who tries to do the right thing and sometimes that also ends up adding fuel to his anger issues.

So, his emotions show, even if he tries to repress them. And if he's in a place that is safe (like the Abbey OR his home OR when he's in the Avengers base in the Avengers run) they show MORE.

So yeah, I draw him as a very expressive person and I have a lot of fun drawing his facial expressions, even if they are a bitch to draw sometimes.

[mishlady]

Kinktober Day 6

I'm still working from @dreamlandcreations's list. Day 6 prompts: roleplay - reunion sex - discipline

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Unspoken Longing

Back in the day in Deadlock, Cole would have bragged easily and often about any partners he had. Even in the early days with Blackwatch, he would join in on the sly looks and conversations about sex and partners. That had changed about four years into his tenure at Blackwatch, and when he had been officially made Reyes' second in command. At that point, Cole had worked specifically and almost exclusively with Reyes, maybe even Amari, in terms of the officers of Overwatch and Blackwatch. It wasn't very often that he interacted with anyone from Overwatch, let alone Commander Morrison.

Once Cole made 2IC, he was given more responsibilities. Responsibilities which included going to meetings with Reyes that included Morrison, Amari, and others. The first time he was in the same meeting room as Morrison, he was almost instantly taken back to the interrogation room with him in his Deadlock threads and Morrison in his working blues. It was over in a flash though, and Cole was able to be cordial. Somehow, he ended up between Reyes (who had slowly become like a father figure) and Morrison. Cole noted that Morrison looked - well, tired wasn't the only thing he looked. Haggard, maybe? Yet as the meeting went on, Cole began to understand how Morrison made it all work.

Time went on, and Cole would get assigned as part of Morrison's security detail. That became more and more of a regular thing, as Reyes wanted Cole to understand things from the Overwatch side of things.

"Mijo, as much as I know what your first impressions of him were, Morrison has a lot to teach you," Reyes had told him when Cole questioned it. "At the very least you can learn how he views the world and works through things."

The first time Morrison cracked a joke, Cole was floored. Mr High and Mighty Strike Commander had a sense of humor?? He subtly flipped off Reyes when Reyes looked at him with an "I told you so" look. As time had gone on, Cole had garnered new appreciation and respect for Morrison and everything that he did. More and more, Cole went with Morrison as the head of his security team. The two of them got closer, sharing stories over late night dinners and drinks. Cole found that Morrison's laugh and smile could light up the room.

Cole still remembered the first time things came to a head. For a few months, Morrison had been returning the flirty banter that Cole dished out, as well as winks and squeezes to the bicep. At first, Cole was taken aback; after some time, though, he had continued with the flirting. Their relationship had deepened after several incidents, including a riot and two assassination attempts. It was after one of the assassination attempts that their relationship changed even more.

Jack - for after that, Cole had been given permission to call him Jack - had been pacing around his assigned hotel room when Cole had entered after debriefing with Reyes over vid-comm. The look on his face when Cole closed the door was a mix of relief, fear, and worry. Cole had just taken off his dark Blackwatch cowboy hat to set it down when Jack had walked over to him, taken his face in his hands, and kissed him with an air of desperation. Cole had dropped his hat to the floor in surprise, then returned the kiss. That kiss led to more, that led to them naked in bed, panting through orgasms.

Now, having a relationship with the strike commander in a professional manner or even as a friend was no problem. But a romantic relationship? With a subordinate? Not something that anyone outside (or even at other watch points) would understand. So in that way, Cole never said a word to anyone. Not even Reyes, though Cole was sure he knew something was going on.

Cole stayed out of the way in later years from getting in between the shouting matches between Reyes and Jack. Most everyone did at that point. The final time he had seen Jack, they had made frantic yet passionate love, tears occasionally appearing. Somehow, they both knew that would be the last moment of intimacy they would be able to get. As they laid there, wrapped in each other, Cole had felt Jack's fingers tapping out a message on his arm in Morse Code.

Get out of here, Cole, his fingers tapped out. There are going to be some serious accusations flying around. While I believe Reyes, not everyone does. I don't want you to be caught in the crossfire.

It was with a mixture of grief and horror that Cole had watched the coverage of the Swiss base explosion from a dusty bar in Mexico. When the news reported that they were considering anyone in the building, which had burned to the ground, who was missing but not found was dead including the Strike Commander and Commander, Cole took three bottles of high octane liquor and got blackout drunk while sobbing. His father and his lover, gone in a bang.

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Present Day.

Cole sat at a safehouse he had acquired over the years, located by the Blackfeet Indian Reservation in northern Montana. It was in the foothills of the mountains by Glacier National Park and the Saint Mary Lake. It was where he went to be near his native family and to get some peace and quiet while he got enough information together for the new Overwatch. Over the years, he had gotten confirmation that Reyes, Morrison, and Amari had survived over the past decade or so.

He had been glad that he had to split firewood when he had found out. There was so much anger that he had to get it out, and not on himself in a destructive way. He had sent off a message to two of the three; Cole knew well enough to not reach out to Reyes, especially when he was in deep with Talon. Ana had visited him the week before, each of them so glad to see the other.

"I'll try to send Jack your way, habibi," she had said with a knowing look. "You know how stubborn he was then; he has gotten worse now with that." Cole thanked her, and a few days after that she had left.

Three days after Ana left, Cole had been working in his yard with things like fixing the hen house, feeding the chickens, watering his garden and flowers. Small things that tended to build up but were relatively easy to discharge, even if it took all afternoon. As the sun started going down, Cole finally finished and looked towards the long drive as he heard a hover bike come into hearing range. He took off his shirt and wiped his face as he heard the bike come close enough and then stop. Cole wasn't worried about not seeing who it was at first; if they were there for nefarious reasons then they wouldn't have been so blatantly loud.

Cole took off his hat long enough to run the shirt through his hair. As he put the hat back on, he heard a voice that he never thought he would hear again.

"Still wearing the cowboy hats, I see," Jack said, his voice deeper and half broken. Cole's shirt dropped to the ground, forgotten, as he took in Jack's look. Dark blue jeans, boots, a brown leather jacket over what looked like a green Henley; Jack looked like the typical Midwestern dad on a solo bike trip. He even had the sunglasses and the Indiana Pacers ball cap to top it all off. Cole pressed a hand to his mouth, his eyes filling up with tears.

"Jack, you absolute ass," he said, his voice tearful. "Why? Why did you wait so long to reach out?" Jack walked up, pausing about two feet away from Cole, his own jaw quivering with held back emotion.

"I....I was too hurt, and then too vengeful and angry to reach out," Jack replied. "I wanted to tie up loose ends first, and get a handle on my anger. To my dismay, it took this long to get back to you. There isn't enough 'I'm sorry's' to make up for allowing you to think I was dead." He took off his hat and glasses, allowing his face to be lit up by the golden afternoon light. Cole felt his heart squeeze at the sight of that beloved face, now bisected by two large scars and covered by quite the beard. Cole huffed, then picked up his shirt.

"Well, you can start by cooking dinner. I've got enough food to sate our appetites for now. Come on in," Cole said. Jack picked up his duffel and followed him in. Jack looked around as Cole got started on a roast and potato dish. It was simple, yet with a Southwestern flair that was subtle. Cacti littered everywhere; geometric, colorful blankets over the recliner and sofa; warm, earthen tones reflected from the paint to the rugs to the dishware and dish towels. Once the roast was in and cooking "low and slow," Cole turned to Jack.

"I've got a spare room, but the bed isn't big enough for either of us," he said. "Would - would it be okay if we shared?" Cole's voice was smaller than Jack had heard it in years; it was the smaller voice of the almost man he had interrogated all those years ago, covered in desert dust. Jack stepped forward, the wrinkles around his eyes crinkling in a smile. He had heard the unspoken forgiveness in those words. While it would take time to repair what they had, it was possible to start on that road.

"I do not mind sharing with you, Cole," Jack said, his eyes darting back and forth to re-memorize the man's features. The fuller beard, now with gray hairs sprinkled among the reddish brown; the way he had filled out with both muscle and fat; all of the new scars on his bare torso. He saw Cole's eyes doing the same, and saw the reflected longing in Cole's eyes that he knew was pouring from his.

Cole noted the same differences as before, and noticed more scarring on Jack's hands. Both of them, at the same time, lifted a hand and caressed the other's cheek. It caused both of them to smile before walking down the hallway hand in hand. The bedroom was decorated like the rest of the house, and a king sized bed took up a good portion of the space. Jack smiled at Cole, chuckling while Cole just flapped a hand at him.

"A man could hope that one day you would show up," Cole said. The slight hurt in his voice was muted yet present. Jack set down his duffel in a corner, then took Cole in his arms.

"Allow me to make it up to you?" he asked, running his nose along Cole's. Cole nodded, running his hands down Jack's torso and pushing his hands under the shirt to explore Jack's skin. Jack's laugh brought a smile to Cole's face; that had not changed over the years. Neither was the fact that he was ticklish. Jack took off his shirt and they embraced in a hug, just allowing themselves to breathe and feel each other again. After a bit, they took off their pants and climbed onto the bed, not ready just at that moment to be fully naked.

Their hands caressed each other as they kissed slowly, knowing they had hard work and conversations ahead yet wishing for the sweetness of the sugar to help the medicine go down later. Their fingers found each new scar, each new wrinkle; Jack made sure to take a moment to press a kiss to where metal met flesh.

"You only need to tell me what happened if you are comfortable doing so," he said. "I am so sorry that you had to go through that alone." A tear streaked down Cole's face to be kissed away by Jack. They continued their soft exploration, finally getting fully naked. Both were partially erect, yet did nothing but entwine their legs to continue with the slow pace.

"Fuck Jack did I miss you," Cole said after a deep kiss. "I mourned your loss, and it nearly broke me. To find that you are still here, and I can touch you again...." his voice trailed off as Jack slowly rolled them so he was on top and pressing Cole into the mattress like a weighted blanket.

"I am here, and I am real," Jack said as he peppered kisses all over Cole's face. "I do not plan on leaving you ever again."

"Even with me going back to Gibraltar?" At Cole's question, Jack pulled back and leveled him with a straight face, filled with love.

"Even with you going back to Gibraltar. I...feel like I can give back more than being alone," Jack said. "Plus, well...I need to be in place." Cole gave him a sharp look then nodded before wrapping his arms around Jack and pulling his head into a passionate kiss.

"I'm done talkin', mi amor," Cole said in between kisses. Jack moaned in agreement, seeing as Cole was sucking a love bite into his neck at that moment. Their movements got faster as they remembered what each liked. Jack reached up and grabbed the lube bottle he knew would be under the pillow. Cole blushed at that, and Jack just smiled down at him. Jack kissed around Cole's collarbones and pecs as he lubed up a few fingers, then circled the furl of his ass as he pressed a thumb to his taint.

Cole let out a loud moan, squirming under Jack's heavy weight. He let out almost a continuous series of moans as Jack slowly and reverently opened him up.

"Ah-ah-fuuuck Jack, please, please, please," Cole panted, his hips bucking as Jack thrust three fingers into his ass. "Please, I need you taking me, love!" Jack paused to press a kiss to Cole's lips.

"Anything for you, my dearest," Jack murmured, removing his fingers and slicking up his cock. He slowly pressed his cock in, gasping at the hot heat of Cole's ass as Cole's head dropped back on the pillow, back arching and mouth open in an almost silent moan. When he was all the way in, hips pressed to hips, Jack shivered and dropped his head to Cole's chest. They both took the time to get acclimated to feeling each other like this again before Jack's hips bucked by instinct.

Cole moaned a "yes, Jack, please" and Jack started thrusting. Slowly pulling out halfway before pushing back in, as though he couldn't bear the thought of pulling out farther than that. He needed to feel all of his lover; after twelve years apart, he knew Cole felt the same. Cole wrapped his legs around Jack's waist to keep him close while Jack put a hand behind Cole's head to cradle it as they kissed.

The sex that followed was a slow, devoted act of love. Their bodies quickly fell back into the familiar rhythm from years before, thrusting and kissing and stroking like no time had passed at all. In between moans were murmured words of love and affirmation, ensuring that the world outside of the room and the bed itself faded into the background. They climaxed together, gasping through it. As they caught their breaths, the world seemed to be more righted on its axis.

"Love you so much, sunshine," Cole murmured.

"I love you too, sweetheart," Jack replied.

[girl-named-matty]

Imelda Reyes relationship HC's

I don't know what made me write this but I guess I was just in an Imelda mood recently. ..

Sooo uhhh some Imelda x reader relationship headcanons! Please remember that these are my HC's and you don't have to agree with them. This is just for fun 💚

Getting into the relationship in the first place would be the hardest thing in the entire relationship itself. 

She assumes you like her then she knows you like her. But she’s going to wait for you to tell her that. Her intuition is a bit too good. 

She’ll throw hints at you that she knows you like her or throw flirty remarks your way. Of course, it leaves you blushing and wondering why she hasn’t said anything yet if she keeps flirting with you. 

Then it finally dawns on you that she knows you like her and she likes you too. 

Then when you finally confess, she’d probably ask you what took you so long, furthering your embarrassment but truly you both are just happy. 

Imelda is very competitive in a relationship, it’s how she has fun. She loves competing against you with basically anything. 

Who can get to the Quidditch pitch faster? Want to race her to the Great Hall? She’ll probably win. 

But it’s all in good fun and she’d never let her competitiveness get in the way of anything. 

She shows her love in playful ways. She’s not a super touchy person but she’ll definitely show her love no matter what. 

She’s flirty though. Constantly. (Marry me, honestly.) 

You come to all her games and even when Slytherin isn’t playing, she drags you to games anyway. 

Since she’s Quidditch captain of the Slytherin team, she has access to the Prefects bathroom and whereas she’s not really a gossiper, you’re the exception and she tells you everything she overhears there. 

PRANK WARS 100% 

She goes all in too. Good luck trying to top her pranks. She’s very clever and knows how to pull off a good prank. 

Defends you from anyone for anything. She’ll stand up for you if she hears the slightest negative thing about you from someone else’s mouth. Call her overprotective but nobody is going to talk crap about her partner. 

“Shut up, only I’m allowed to say stuff like that about them.” type of girl (pls marry me, Imelda).

In conclusion, we all need a girl like Imelda in our lives.

[heartstringsduet]

Sharing some more fic love on Valentine's. Here's my last Tarlos fic rec list with even more wonderful fic 🥰

If you want to show some love too, please comment on fics you read even if they're 'older'. I promise they make authors' days.💌 And my heart bleeds seeing how some fics get so little love. So here's my new love letter to counter that.

I Swear I Love You (Te Juro Que Te Amo) by @never-blooms S: Noche Buena takes a turn when two exes are forced to reunite. The writing is so lyrical I feel like I'm put on waves at times, gently rocking me. Characters that jump off the screen and TK and Carlos as exes having to pretend to be together still is a trope I never ever grow tired of.

balancing act by @reyesstrand S: A study of TK and Carlos sharing meals and falling in love.  My love for food is only paralleled by my love for words and this fic made me so emotional over both. Seriously can't put into words how beautiful and intricate this story is.

The Gift of You by @sprigsofviolets

S: TK Strand and Carlos Reyes have been happily married for five years. They are their own content, happy family. They weren’t looking to have kids, but when TK delivers a baby on a hard call, their family grows when they least expect it. I can't put into short words how very kind and thoughtful and in-character and heart-warming this fic is.

the square root of sixty nine by @liminalmemories21 S: Five times TK asked for consent, and one time Carlos did. So much depth in these intimate moments and also she proves consent is absolutely hot.

The Space in Between by @decafdino S: TK and Carlos are kidnapped, but they're together. A relationship study of Tarlos. It's embarrassing how much comfort I find in the constant re-read of this pretty angsty fic. But it delivers what it promises. It's a great study of their unwavering love intermixed with snippets of their pasts. The Sting by @goodways

S: Carlos is asked to help the FBI in a sting operation where he has to flirt with another man. His husband has something to say about it. Just one of her absolutely hilarious and sexy stories. Can never get over how much her dialogues sing.

Man to Man by @carlos-in-glasses S: In the aftermath of the house fire, Carlos recalls the night he came out to his parents. What can I say but that I'm obsessed with anything cig writes so I gotta praise the first fic I read of hers? Her entire expansive canon universe is outstanding.

A Helping Hand to Hold You Down by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut S: Things are not as they seem in the loft, and TK's evening will not unfold as he had planned... It's smutty and it's filled with love and it's a great great great portrayal of dom/sub exploration without it running smoothly.

Sustenance by @cinnaluminum S: TK has a rough shift and comes home to Carlos in the kitchen. Absolute mastery of tension and a lingering fight and trying to work it out. I can't stress how much I admire her writing.

come what may, I'll still stay by @strandnreyes

S: Nearly one year into their marriage and TK finds that life looks a little different these days with Carlos working as a detective. A really beautiful study of circumstances changing and growing and love persisting despite pain and grief.

(Un)professional Services by @rmd-writes and @welcometololaland S: The Tarlos Professional Services AU. Two absolutely great writers bringing us work-place fun and sexiness? Uhm, yes please! I love the dialogue, I love how the humor.