#house of ashes prompts

[stardustprompts]

house of ashes  -  the dark pictures anthology  sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying     tw ;  language ,  war ,  death ,  drug mention ,  religion mention 

‘I don’t know where i’d be without you.’ 

‘don’t you think it’s about time you came clean?’ 

‘all’s fair in love and war.’ 

‘I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.’ 

‘with all due respect, I think that’s the wrong call.’ 

‘quit being a bitch!’

‘I’ve got a real bad feeling about this.’

‘I wish you’d reconsider.’ 

‘it’s been a long time since we last saw each other.’ 

‘not a day went by when you weren’t on my mind.’ 

‘I’ve missed you so much, (name).’

‘how we left it ... things weren’t so great between us.’

‘we’ve been through worse. a lot worse.’ 

‘I wish I shared your optimism.’ 

‘you wanna ask me something. I can tell by the look on your face.’

‘you’re fucking with me.’

‘you got any other surprises you wanna drop on me?’

‘that’s gotta be about the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.’

‘I don’t know about you guys but something doesn’t feel right about this place.’

‘so is that this women’s intuition I keep hearing about?’

‘I don’t believe in curses, the tooth fairy, or santa clause.’

‘fuck. we’re so fucked.’ 

‘I won’t do it. this is not right.’

‘stay the hell away from me.’

‘you better not miss.’

‘you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.’ 

‘I fucking knew it. I knew you weren’t ready for this.’ 

‘you didn’t see shit!’ 

‘I flunked history at school.’ 

‘tell me you don’t feel something...’

‘I don’t feel shit.’

‘we need to get out of here right now!’

‘you want the good version or the bad version?’

‘what the hell are you? what do you want from me?’

‘are you okay? are you hurt?’

‘I’m pretty good at looking after myself.’

‘I guess we could classify this as ‘quality time’.’

‘doesn’t this remind you of old times, (name)?’

‘maybe you don’t know me as well as you think.’ 

‘after you left, I learned to deal with pressure.’ 

‘do you not watch horror movies?’

‘you didn’t hear that?’

‘I didn’t hear anything.’ 

‘you can’t blame yourself.’

‘we’ve both made mistakes.’

‘I didn’t make it easy on you, (name). I know that.’ 

‘I don’t think either of us expected to be out of each other’s lives for so long.’

‘I’ve missed you, like you wouldn’t believe.’   

‘maybe there’s hope for us after all.’ 

‘there you go, reading my mind again.’ 

‘you always were a good guy. maybe too good for me.’ 

‘I want you back, (name).’ 

‘we were pretty damn good together.’ 

‘I know you better than you think, (name).’

‘admit it, there’s someone else, isn’t there?’

‘give ‘em hell, buddy.’

‘you gotta stop struggling!’

‘do you believe in god?’

‘you wouldn’t believe me even if I tried. hell, I don’t believe and I was there.’ 

‘come on, you’re jumping at shadows!’ 

‘whatever you think you’ve seen, it’s bullshit.’ 

‘take a mental picture and snap the fuck out of it!’

‘you got us into this mess, you better get us out.’

‘you wanna repeat that? that’s what I thought.’ 

‘I’m not sure of anything anymore.’

‘in battle, these things are often difficult to judge.’ 

‘are you on fucking drugs?!’

‘we’ve lost enough today.’ 

‘we can get through this, but only together.’

‘I’ve seen their weakness. they burn in sunlight.’ 

‘like any living being, they can be killed. a stake through the heart.’ 

‘we do this together, okay?’

‘what the fuck are we up against?’

‘never before have I ever seen anything so vicious.’

‘do you believe in demons?’ 

‘if you had asked me that before, I’d have laughed in your face.’

‘like you, I also never believed. but look around you.’ 

‘I don’t want to hurt you!’

‘there’s no point in fighting. not anymore.’ 

‘after all we’ve been through? thanks a lot!’

‘we fought it together and we won.’ 

‘I hope you’re a believer. when those things come back, you’re going to need a higher power to pray to.’ 

‘if I gotta fight these things, there’s no one else I would want by my side.’ 

‘cut the bullshit, (name). I know you and I know you care.’ 

‘trust me, you wanna get that shit out in the open.’

‘why is it that no one ever tells it straight? everyone just makes up bullshit to get by.’ 

‘if we die down here? maybe that’s what we deserve.’ 

‘‘fuck’ doesn’t even start to cover it.’

‘there’s no such thing as luck.’

‘do you mind?’

‘I’m glad you’re here.’

‘how did I know you were going to say that?’ 

‘gee, thanks, (name). you ever think about going into motivational speaking?’ 

‘that’s gotta be about the dumbest question I have ever been asked.’ 

‘I guess I just wanted to let go. you know, be someone new.’

‘you think it bothers me what they call me? i wear that shit like a fucking badge of honor.’ 

‘you and I... we’re not so different.’ 

‘please. please don’t leave me down here alone.’ 

‘don’t quit on me now!’ 

‘truth is so overrated.’ 

‘if you turn, it won’t be you I’m killing.’ 

‘I know you can do it, (name). you just have to have hope!’

‘you’re screwed enough as it is! if you stay with me, there’s no hope for you at all.’

‘(name) could lose his own ass if it wasn’t pinned on him.’

‘embrace the suck.’ 

‘you follow me, or you stay here and rot.’ 

‘it’s good to see you, (name). I thought we lost you.’ 

‘that’s not (name) anymore.’ 

‘you worthless pile of shit!’

‘the enemy of the enemy is our friend!’ 

‘well this looks like the worst place in the goddamn world.’ 

‘I don’t mean you any harm. I swear.’ 

‘honestly? I’m just glad to see a human face.’

‘my father once told me that if something looks like shit, and it smells like shit, you don’t have to taste it to know that it’s shit!’ 

‘I think you need to give your mouth a rest.’ 

‘every time you say something smart, you follow it with something dumb.’ 

‘hope is all we got left.’

‘funny how you can know someone for years and never really know them.’ 

‘a time will come when you will deeply regret this manner.’

‘I don’t carry regrets.’ 

‘it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen.’ 

‘not exactly honeymoon material, is it?’

‘my sole objective, (name), is to make you happy. doesn’t matter where we are or what we’re going through, I’ll always put a smile on your face.’

‘I thought I lost you!’

‘thanks for looking out for me.’ 

‘I can’t pretend like this didn’t happen.’ 

‘I still love you, (name).’

‘I knew you would always be there for me.’ 

‘I wanna try us again.’

‘I can’t turn my back on my past.’ 

‘if I didn’t give you a chance, I’d always regret it.’

‘you fucking deserve each other.’

‘I can’t end up like this.’ 

‘we are being judged. god is punishing us all for the mistakes we’ve made.’

‘we all have our reasons, they don’t have to be profound.’ 

‘I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing here.’ 

‘I can hear you thinking.’ 

‘start believing, (name). we’re gonna get out of here and see the sun again.’ 

‘we’ll stand together. it’s the only way.’ 

‘in this place, everything’s possible.’

‘I thought you were dead.’

‘keep your head clear of everything but the task ahead. it’s the only way we’ll live.’ 

‘secrets keep you sick.’ 

‘if you need me, I’m here for you.’ 

‘I’ll always love you.’ 

‘you’ve come to join the fun.’

‘we’re not out of the woods yet. but what I see in front of me, you’re the best. fuck that, the best of the best.’

‘there’s too many of them!’

‘it’s been interesting knowing you.’

‘you’re late and you look like shit.’

‘I’m going to make sure those things stay buried in that hellhole where they belong!’

‘I’ll have to live with that.’ 

‘I learned not to rely on anyone but myself. I was stronger than all of them.’ 

‘I’ll never get used to this job.’ 

[indigowallbreaker]

caspar/ashe with 66 from the kiss prompts?

Took this opportunity to inflict my "giving an ungrateful cat his medicine" woes on someone else lol. Reading this back, you can interpret it as pre or post time skip, so I'll leave that up to you dear reader!

[prompt rules]

[more Beagles stories]

66: Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In

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It was only by a miracle of the Goddess, Ashe assumed, that Caspar was finally able to hold the cat long enough for Ashe to give it the medicine. It hissed and spit at them before eventually curling into a ball in Ashe's lap to rest from the evasion tactics it had been pulling off all afternoon.

"You're lucky you're cute," Caspar grumbled. He was sitting shoulder to shoulder with Ashe, glaring at the cat and holding a cloth over his bleeding forearm.

Ashe chuckled. "It's only for a week. Maybe it'll get used to it before we're done."

Caspar shifted his glare to Ashe. "Easy for you to say. You didn't have it throwing all 20 claws at your torso." To underline his point, he removed the cloth from his arm to show off a long line of oozing marks interspersed with tiny bites.

"Do you want me to hold it tomorrow?" Ashe offered.

"No way, I'm not making you go through this."

Ashe laughed. Always the hero. Careful to not disturb the cat, Ashe capped the medicine Marianne had given him. Hopefully it would kick in soon-- the poor cat had been suffering from an infected wound on its paw. One week didn't sound like long enough to cure it but Ashe trusted Marianne. And anyway, everything seemed possible with Caspar by his side.

"You'll be just fine soon, little buddy," Ashe said, petting the big orange cat. It purred, content, and Ashe happily lost himself to the sensation of running his finger through that long fur.

Shifting beside him caused Ashe to look up. Caspar was staring intently at him, specifically his lips. Ashe felt his smile fall. They had known each other long enough at this point that Ashe could tell Caspar was thinking hard about something. Trying to come to a decision. Scared to act one way or the other...

When Caspar didn't move, Ashe took the chance and moved first.

He caught Caspar's lips with his own, pressing into him, one hand still resting on the unbothered cat. Caspar jerked his head back. Ashe had to snort at his bewildered expression. "A-Am I wrong?" Ashe manage through a knot of nerves. "You really-- You looked ready to kiss me so--"

"I'm always ready to kiss you!" Caspar blurted out, causing the cat to dig its claws into Ashe's leg. "I've wanted to kiss you for a long time! I just, I don't know, seeing you looking so happy just now... I thought I could actually do it this time."

Ashe gently tugged Caspar to him again. A belly rub soothed the cat, and another kiss seemed to soothe Caspar. "You can do it whenever you want," Ashe assured him.

Grinning, cheeks as red as Ashe's own, Caspar did just that.

[onedivinemisfit]

Swordtember 3 - Rogue

FE3H (c) Nintendo

Art: Me

[daisybeewrites]

Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) Writing prompts

hey guess what!! SNTV is out and it’s time for me to get back into writing with a lil challenge… y’all send me the song/lyrics and character or character pairing you want and i’ll write a short fic to go with it!!

(character/request rules linked in my pinned post)

tracks

1. "Mine (Taylor's Version)" 3:51

2. "Sparks Fly (Taylor's Version)" 4:20

3. "Back to December (Taylor's Version)" 4:53

4. "Speak Now (Taylor's Version)" 4:00

5. "Dear John (Taylor's Version)" 6:43

6. "Mean (Taylor's Version)" 3:57

7. "The Story of Us (Taylor's Version)" 4:25

8. "Never Grow Up (Taylor's Version)" 4:50

9. "Enchanted (Taylor's Version)" 5:52

10. "Better Than Revenge (Taylor's Version)" 3:40

11. "Innocent (Taylor's Version)" 5:01

12. "Haunted (Taylor's Version)" 4:04

13. "Last Kiss (Taylor's Version)" 6:09

14. "Long Live (Taylor's Version)" 5:17

15. "Ours (Taylor's Version)" 3:55

16. "Superman (Taylor's Version)" 4:34

17. "Electric Touch (Feat. Fall Out Boy) (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)" 4:26

18. "When Emma Falls in Love (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)" 4:12

19. "I Can See You (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)" 4:33

20. "Castles Crumbling (feat. Hayley Williams) (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)" 5:06

21. "Foolish One (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)" 5:11

22. "Timeless (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)" 5:21

i’ll link each post as i write them, and will also be posting these on Ao3 <3

[sunwarmed-ash]

Omgggg the writers block is back... and i just finished IWTV and have not recovered

SEND ME PROMPTS PLEASE

[estelior]

@myscprin V2 for you <3

Anyone wants something else from here? I’ll gladly draw stucky, jalim, fenhawke, cullrian or geraskier

[envihellbender]

Blue Lion gym leaders :o

Pokémon: Three Houses

Dimitri

Dimitri is the prince of the region Faerghus, which is a mountain range in the north of Fódlan. As a result, like every leader before him he is the leader of the electric type gym. He is usually seen wearing a black button up shirt with yellow buttons, a yellow collar, and a yellow chest pocket. This matches his trainers which are yellow with black soles and black velcro straps. He wears light blue jeans, a pair of yellow headphones around his neck, and a navy parka. A few years ago, his father was killed, Dimitri suspects Team Bandit were involved but he couldn’t prove it. On the night his father died as he was trying to escape Duscur, he found an injured and terrified Shinx. He carried her home in his coat, he comforted her until he could get her some medicine. Now she is a proud luxray, she has a stern face and often licks Dimitri’s hands affectionately. She also growls and gives him small shocks to remind him to eat and drink.

When you first meet him upon your entering Faerghus he is welcoming and polite. However, he’s also vividly exhausted with bags under his eyes and hunched shoulders. He greets you alongside Dedue, the ground gym leader and close friend, who is fussing over Dimitri telling him he needs some rest. Dimitri tells you about Team Bandit, and bemoans that they need someone who can deal with them. Dimitri mentions that he cannot wait to have his gym battle with you, it is recommended you leave him until last. When you return to battle Dimitri, he requests that you complete his challenge of defeating five Team Bandit dens. At the end of your first encounter, he asks you to check in on his friend Felix. There are rumours that his village is under attack by Team Bandit.

Dedue

Dedue is the ground type gym leader. He has a great affinity for plants, and he loves watching how the plants on his companion Pokémon the torterra grow and change. He is usually seen wearing a light tan button up shirt, khaki cargo trousers, and outside of his gym a large chocolate brown parka. He has many different homemade and homegrown Pokémon treats inside of his pockets and he wears a silver necklace with a jagged piece of amber as a pendant.

Traditionally, the leading family of Faerghus chooses the head of the ground type gym. Dimitri caused a great stir in the kingdom when he chose Dedue, a man from Duscur the neighbouring country, to become the leader. At first people were suspicious, but it didn’t take long for they started to notice how the Pokémon, ground and otherwise, flocked to him. He gently picked them up and stroked them, scratching behind their ears, and talking to them softly. The villagers begin to trust him, especially as he makes the gym cleaner and more welcoming then it has been in years. The gym itself is a giant glass dome, Dedue tries to mimic his Pokémon’s home environments by using sand, stone, water, and plants. He allows them to roam around the gym when they are not needed. In the centre there is paving stones for people to walk through and watch the different types of Pokémon, which includes a lot of ground types but Dedue has a habit of taking in every stray Pokémon he finds.

Felix

Felix is the Steel Type Gym leader. He keeps his hair tied back in a ponytail, he wears a long black flowing cardigan over a grey button up shirt, wide legged navy trousers, and grey lace up boots. The previous leader was his brother Glenn who was killed by Team Bandit. Felix then inherited his companion Pokémon - Bisharp. They clashed a lot at first but in the ended they bonded over their mourning of Glenn, and began to love and respect each other. This helped it evolve into Kingambit.

When you approach the village where Felix’s gym lies, you are met by a distressed Dewott beckoning you to follow him. He takes you to the gym which is being covered at the entrance by Felix and his Pokémon as an army of grunts from Team Bandit are attacking. It turns out Dewott is close with Felix and was taken into the gym as an injured Oshawott and raised there. He may be water type but his determination and fighting style matches the theme and environment the gym creates. Despite how capable Felix is, Team Bandit have an advantage in terms of numbers. You rush to assist Felix’s, to his dismay. He grumpily agrees that you can help. He is grateful and admires your skill as a Pokémon trainer after the attack. He seems quite excited when you challenge him to a battle, he grins and even blushing slightly.

Sylvain

Sylvain is the Fire Type Gym Leader, he inherited the position from his father. He wears an orange tank top, fashionably torn grey jeans, and high top trainers which are orange, red, and white. He has a sleeping ginger tabby cat tattoo on his right bicep, and wears a cyndaquil watch on his left wrist. His gym has a strong feline theme, his Pokémon being a pride of litleos, and pyroars. There is also a torracat who hangs around the gym and seems to have been accepted by them. His companion is a female pyroar he has had since he was a child and she was a litleo, she disproves of Sylvain’a flirting. She has been known to gently nip Sylvain and get grumpy and withdrawn when he does this. Sylvain jokes it’s because she thinks she’s the only woman for him.

When you reach the Fire Gym Sylvain looks harried and overwhelmed. There is a large group of Team Bandit members outside of the entrance to the town and causing many issues for the citizens. Everyone is looking to Sylvain for help, however he is reluctant to face Team Bandit alone. You agree to go with him, the entire time Sylvain is on edge and desperate to get this over and done with. The Bandits are all acting strangely around Sylvain, and when you reach the end it becomes clear as to why. The head of this group is his elder brother Miklan, and his hatred for Sylvain is immediately clear. It seems the Gautier family choose their heir based on how well they connect with their companion Pokémon as a small child. Miklan had a houndour who was wild and out of control. Instead of training him Miklan found it extremely amusing. On several occasions he would have his houndour attack his brother Sylvain among others. It became clear Miklan was not suited to working with Pokémon. When you face him he still has the same companion who has evolved into a houndoom. Sylvain however connected with his sweet, cuddly Litleo from the very beginning. They were thick as thieves, and she would play with and defend Sylvain as much as she could. As a result, he inherited the gym. Something which Miklan deemed unfair, believing himself the true Gym leader. You and Sylvain defeat Miklan, causing him to flee. When you return to the fire gym Sylvain rewards you by giving you a Gautier pendant. It gives the holder more powerful fire moves and higher resistance to water. He also allows you to skip the challenge and go straight to the battle.

Ingrid

Ingrid is the leader of the Flying Gym gym. Her family have always passed down the leadership to the oldest girl, and this was the first generation to only have one daughter - Ingrid herself. She wears practical clothing, a grey turtleneck, dark grey hiking trousers, hiking boots, and a big blue parka. She wears her hair in a long braid with a rookidee clip at the end. The town the Galatea family lay claim to is at the top of a mountain with the gym at the peak. In the dips and valleys there are lots of farms, meaning in order to collect the crops the Galatea family must organise delivery across the mountains through corviknights. When you first climb the mountain, you meet one such Pokémon who is injured and resting with a young man. He had been tasked with delivering medicine to the town when he and his Pokémon were attacked by Team Bandit. You help them both reach the top of the mountain. When you reach the peak, you are met with a crowd of relieved citizens. It turns out that the young man is Ingrid’s brother and the town had been desperately searching for him. As a thank you, Ingrid gives you a reward - a golden winged hair accessory that can be given to a Pokémon which makes flying moves more powerful. She also allows you to bypass the standard challenge and go straight to the gym leader battle.

Ingrid often rides a Mount Pokémon, a Fódlan species variation of a Rapidash. This variant has is mostly white in its body, has two wings, a silver horn, it’s mane is made of icicles instead of flames. This variant is ice type and flying type. Whilst Ingrid is attached to her Rapidash and rides her everywhere, her companion Pokémon is actually her Braviary who flies along side them. Ingrid’s family have raised this specific Rapidash for centuries, meaning the ones she rides and takes in have always been shared. The Braviary however found her, their growth and relationship was more organic. He was a small, sickly Pokémon who hatched at her village’s nursery. They were convinced he wouldn’t live, but Ingrid took him anyway and proved them wrong as he became the gigantic, proud beast he became today.

Mercedes

Mercedes is the leader of the Fairy type Gym which she inherited from her mother. Originally, her brother Emil was supposed to inherit it before he disappeared. She wears pink dungarees, a white t-shirt, bracelets of varying colours on both wrists, a necklace with an amethyst pendant, and a cross body satchel. It’s a deep purple with silver buckles. Her hair is long and blonde, kept out of her eyes by a Sylveon hairband. She enjoys cooking and making her own medicines, her companion Pokémon Dachsbun helps with both tasks and she is always at Mercedes’ feet or in her arms.

When you arrive at Mercedes’ gym you are immediately presented with some complimentary bread which has healing properties. The challenge all trainers are given is capturing five feline Pokémon of any type and bring them to the Pokémon sanctuary in the village. When asking around the town you discover that Mercedes’ brother Emil had a great affinity for feline Pokémon, they were his favourite and his companion Pokémon was a Espurr. After you’ve earned Mercedes’ badge she asks you if when collecting the feline Pokémon you found a strange looking boy. She says he would be twenty years old, and looks similar to her. At this point you haven’t, which seems to disappoint her. It is possible to reunite her with her brother. You have to go to the Empire and find Edelgard, you ask her if she knew of anyone named Emil, with an affinity feline Pokémon, and give her a description. She says she doesn’t know anyone with that name but it sounds similar to a trainer named Jeritza who works for her father. He specialises in dark, psychic, and fairy Pokémon’s You find him, but are first confronted with a very protective Meowstic who seems determined not to let you near her trainer.

Annette

Annette is the Gym Leader of the Psychic type gym. keeps her hair in two plaits, wears a purple Espeon beanie, a pink hoodie, baggy blue jeans, and purple and white trainers. She has a backpack which doesn’t quite close and is filled with books, sweets, and various treats, medicines, and other equipment for her Pokémon. She sort of stumbled into being the leader of the psychic gym, her father was the leader of the fighting gym which her mother took over. When going on her own journey to study and catch Pokémon she found herself at the psychic gym run at the time by her cousin Simon. He desperately wished to be rid of it and was impressed so much by Annette’s abilities he decided to bestow it upon her.

Her companion Pokémon is her hatenna who often travels around in her hood. She wasn’t the first Pokémon Annette captured but when she did on her journey that resulted in her joining the psychic gym she fell in love. Hatenna immediately found herself drawn to Annette because she had such a calm, joyful disposition which resulted in Hatenna being able to mimic these emotions. She enjoys Annette’s songs that she makes up and Hatenna often sings along. When you reach the psychic gym, Annette is there speaking to Mercedes, they’re talking about Annette’s dad and how she still hasn’t heard any news of him. Annette is close to giving up, and Mercedes is sympathetic but encourages her not to. Annette then gives you the challenge for her gym, in order to battle her you have to make her some cherry donuts. The ingredients can be found from around the town. After you’ve obtained her badge, you can ask her for a description of her dad. You can then go see Dimitri, and ask him if the man sounds familiar. He points you in the direction of Gilbert, or “Gustave”. When you find him he is standoffish and stoic. He doesn’t wish to speak of his daughter and refuses to entertain the idea of seeing her. However, if you return to the psychic gym post-game you can see Annette and Gilbert together.

Ashe

Ashe is the Dark Type gym leader. He wears a black hoodie, black archery gloves, and grey jeans with sewn on patterned patches. There are three all together, one has an Umbreon pattern, another has a Houndour, and the final one has a Purrloin on it. This gym is at the base of Faerghus’s main mountain range. It is on the coast of a river that flows from the stream that starts close to the peak. There is a significant amount of fog there, making visibility extremely difficult if you aren’t prepared.

Ashe feels a lot of shame about being so closely connected with the Dark Pokémon type. As grateful as he is to his foster father for looking after him, and for the fact he chose Ashe to lead the gym, he doesn’t enjoy the stereotypes and implications that come along with the Dark Pokémon type. It doesn’t help that Ashe has a history with things such as lock-picking and stealing, in fact he almost fell in line with Team Bandit before his foster father took him in. That being said, his past and talents have had some influence on him being such a talented gym leader. It also led to him finding and becoming close to his companion Pokémon nickit. He does have an extremely strong bond to nickit, and he does with a lot of his Pokémon. He tries not to think too much about their typing, but it’s hard not to when nickit’s thieving tendency shines through. He encourages and trains his nickit not to steal unless it’s in battle with extremely mixed results.

[treemotan]

Anyways if you're playing something from Supermassive and at least one of your runs ISN'T a "Say Nothing" run (ALWAYS select "Say Nothing", no matter what), you aren't playing them right and are missing out on an incredibly comedic experience.

[ashlynya2-0]

Day 5: Space

[polyamships]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Dark Pictures: House of Ashes (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eric King/Jason Kolchek/Salim Othman, Eric King & Rachel King, Jason Kolchek/Salim Othman Characters: Eric King, Salim Othman Additional Tags: Angst, Rare Pairings, Post-Canon, Character Study, Self-Doubt, Pre-Relationship Summary:

Rachel avait fait son choix. Eric avait espérait ue son départ ne voulait pas dire que tout été fini. Il était l'idiot qui avait toujours son alliance autours du cou comme-ci cela pourrait rendre réelle de nouveau tous ses projets d'avenir. Un homme pathétique pensait il , avait de sursauter quand un bras se glisser autours de ses épaules.

[lightseoul]

hi! please could you do number 7 with the mc having a ghost-related quirk??

decided to quickly write this one just in time for halloween! i hope y'all enjoy this little piece amidst the boop war we all find ourselves in right now lol. thank you for playing n have a nice day <3

(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)

7. "THE GHOSTS WOULD DISAGREE WITH YOU." (1.3k)

“you’re a fucking weirdo, you know that?”

you don’t even look up from the churro you’re munching on, opting to ignore the ash-blonde sitting right next to your left.

“what,” he continues, and if you didn’t know any better, he’s starting to sound a little annoyed. “you’re not even gonna defend yourself?”

what you’re not about to do is tell him you’ve heard that taunt over and over again growing up, lest you end up seeming pitiful, which you aren’t.

so you merely shrug. “i don’t see the point. i know it’s not true.”

at that, you finally glance at the man, who’s looking nothing short of speechless under the dim light of the lounge that’s decked out with ‘spooky’ embellishments.

cute is the first thing that comes to mind.

he just fucking insulted you is the next.

still, you can’t help the smile that takes over your features. “you’re the weird one, anyway. why would you say that to your date?”

bakugou promptly breaks eye contact, choosing to stare at the human skeleton that’s conveniently parked at the corner of the room. you follow his line of vision, and you have to stop yourself from snorting at the sight.

the people manning this haunted house-themed attraction sure took budget decorating to the next level.

beside you, the pro-hero huffs. “i’m only saying that because this is your idea of a good first date,” he gestures vaguely to your surroundings, an incredulous expression on his face as he tosses you a pointed look. “a horror escape room? really?”

“what?” you say, trying to sound the slightest bit defensive for the sake of it. “it gives us plenty of excuses to get closer.”

whatever bakugou expected you to say in response, it surely wasn’t that.

the man only splutters, quickly diverting his gaze and plopping back against his seat with his muscled arms folded across his broad chest like a petulant child.

he then mutters something that you wouldn’t have caught for the life of you if it weren’t for the thing.

you grin.

“you wanted me to latch onto you for safety? you could’ve just said so.”

almost instantaneously, bakugou whips to stare at you, an absolutely horrified expression etched all over his face.

“what the fuck?”

you flash him the most innocent look you can muster. “what?”

he’s now glaring at you, but there’s no missing the redness that has crept up the high planes of his cheeks. he opens his mouth as if to say something but hesitates. he tries again, gaze fixated on you for a couple more seconds until he shakes his head in disbelief.

“…there’s no fucking way.”

you shrug again, but bakugou only stares at you, eyes squinting in suspicion. “unless…”

and, in a blink of an eye you almost could’ve missed it if you weren’t staring at him yourself, you see profound realization dawn on his features.

you gulp despite yourself.

“you have a fucking quirk?”

the truth must have been written all over your exterior, because the man leans back in slow motion like the way one would when faced with a relatively shocking revelation.

you rub at the back of your neck, suddenly feeling too self-conscious. this was the part that always made you feel uncomfortable, no matter what the context.

but especially during a first date.

“i never said i was quirkless…”

“yeah, no shit,” he retorts, not missing a single bit. “what is it, superior hearing or something?”

you shake your head slowly, “no, but it does make me privy to things that i don’t perceive with my own senses.”

bakugou’s eyebrows furrow in what you think is confusion. “what else?”

“uh—” you pause, eyes drifting down to your fiddling fingers, “—i can also levitate, be invisible, and permeate through things.”

when he doesn’t say anything for a moment, you finally chance a glance at the man, and he’s looking honest-to-god gagged.

pro-hero dynamight is fucking gagged and it’s because of you.

before he can get a word in, though, you quickly follow it up with: “but they make me so nauseous that i can barely pull them off. they’re useless, really.”

when you’re met with nothing but silence, you continue.

“i know,” you chuckle, although it comes out awkward and stilted. “it’s weird. you’re right, after all. i was just messing with you.”

more silence.

not knowing what else to do or say, you take a huge bite of your pastry, although you’re far from hungry, stomach now churning in embarrassment.

you’re in the middle of chewing the remnants of your last bite when bakugou finally speaks up.

now, you’ve heard about how the #9 pro-hero, despite his aggression and temper and generally unpleasant personality, is exceptionally intelligent, perceptive, and intuitive, but you never really thought much about it.

not even when you found out a few hours earlier that the blind date your friends set you up with was your distant superior dynamight himself.

and while you always had a thing for capable men, you didn’t want to fall early and hard lest you hurt yourself in the process. so you merely pushed back against the prejudices and expectations you had of him, and decided to just observe the person who was actually in front of you for the rest of your date.

but when he says the next thing, everything you’ve heard about him suddenly makes sense.

“…so it’s a ghost quirk.”

you don’t even get the opportunity to choke on your churro or gape at him because bakugou shakes his head so fervently, before: “that’s such a fucking waste.”

“e-excuse me?”

at your query, he locks eyes with you. “you have a strong-ass quirk, yet you’re working in admin for us. you could be doing more.”

a thousand questions fight to escape your lips, but what manages to emerge victorious is: “how’d you know i’m working admin for ground riot?”

bakugou scowls at you, but again, there’s that scarlet on his cheeks. he doesn’t answer your question, though, instead going for: “that’s your fucking takeaway?”

you shrug, not knowing what else to say. “i know my quirk is strong. but i was always made to feel like i was weird and creepy for it growing up—and until now, actually, which is why i don’t really talk about it—so i just learned not to use it.”

“well, most of it,” you add, and bakugou cocks his head to the side in question.

you take a shaky inhale.

“…ghosts still choose to talk to me.”

“that how you pick up on things beyond your five senses?”

you try not to gawk at him and at how fast he put two and two together. “…yeah.”

neither of you says anything for a few moments before bakugou finally shifts in his seat, rolling his shoulders back.

as he does so, he pipes up with: “well, i guess they’re not always accurate, though.”

you frown. although you rarely use your quirk, you still pride yourself in your capacity. “what do you mean?”

at that, bakugou turns to regard you, an unidentifiable expression on his face. “i did not want you to latch onto me.”

this time, you really can’t help it. you snort, and that grants you a glower from the pro-hero. you take it in stride, though, waving him off.

“sure, big guy.”

“don’t—” he sits up, “fucking—i’m serious—”

“yeah, but the ghosts—” he throws you a punch, which you dodge, “would disagree—” you dodge another, “ with you—” he barely misses you, “—though,” you finally finish.

and really, you don’t even need your trusty ghosts to know that—the blush that’s taken over the entirety of his face is all the proof you need.

[daycourtofficial]

Gingerfucker - Eris x Rhys’s Sister!reader Masterlist

Banner by @milswrites | Note: these are in chronological order by content, not by posting date. This is an ongoing series and will be updated.

Summary: no one is more surprised than Eris Vanserra to find that he is capable of much more than just political ambition

Some art of the babies: (Nyx and Atlas) (All the gingersnaps) (Atlas and Leif) (Atlas) (the family)

Moodboard

It’s just to satiate the bond - an agreement to have sex just to satiate a mating bond neither party wants is a great idea. Surely no one will get hurt, right?

One single thread of gold tied me to you* - Eris accepts the mating bond and is incredibly touched by the effort you put into cooking him the meal from scratch

All’s well that ends well to end up with you - fears and doubts cause you and Eris to do your first irrational act together: a secret mating bond ceremony

I am ash from your fire - Surprising Eris one evening, you’ve turned up in the dead of night to let him know that your brother had figured out your secret relationship, offering you an ultimatum.

Cold was the steel of my axe to grind - centuries of plotting and scheming come to a head when his mate unexpectedly arrives in Autumn and Eris is desperate to set his plans in motion, least she become a piece for Beron to use against him

Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons - Eris leaves his mate alone in the Forest House, telling her to trust no one but his mother. The two women are ill-equipped to provide frontline fighting, but surely they can help Eris in their own way. *companion piece to ‘Cold was the steel of my axe to grind’

Hell was the journey but it brought me Heaven - in the immediate aftermath of Beron’s death and the thrum of power in his veins, Eris’s mate forces him to, at the bare minimum, bathe

Secret exchanges - a few weeks after the aftermath of Rhys’s banishment, your mate, the new High Lord of the Autumn Court, has a secret meeting with someone from your family.

Blood moon in Autumn - fae cycles are no joke, but your mate is always there to provide you comfort in the best way possible: by being your personal heating pad

Have I found you, flightless bird? - a reflection of a life of secrets and expectations and how, despite it all, a flightless bird found home in an unlikely place

Ferocious beasts with soft bellies - Eris’s hounds know you’re pregnant before either of you do, driving the two of you wild with their newfound devotion to you.

Starfall in Autumn - based on the prompt for Starfall week “characters a and b realize they won’t make it to Starfall. They make the most of what they have to celebrate”

Laborious anxieties - Eris is riddled with anxiety leading up to your labor, but what happens when some of his worst fears come to fruition?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed - your relationship with Rhysand had been icy at best, but your attempts to reconcile are quick to be shot down. A rash decision leads you to endangering your life - can Eris find you in time? Can he save your infant son?

Amber eyes, looking into mine - Eris finds something in his study that triggers him into a frozen state of panic. Who better suited to pulling Eris from his past than his future?

We started alone, in the end we’re okay - on a rare night alone, Eris reflects on his long life and the lonely nights that haunted his youth. And how he’s a long way from the person he was and the person he had to be.

Fireling - every father’s dream is to be there the day his son first uses his powers. Luckily for Eris, he gets just that.

How the kingdom lights shine just for me and you - Eris tells his sons a story, letting them know how a strong knight defeated an evil dragon and saved the kingdom.

Loving parents, harmless fun - Modern!Gingerfucker - slice of life where Eris takes his family on a roadtrip and is only slightly annoyed at his son’s choice of car game

* = smut

[beelmons]

Luxury Poker Nights pt. 2

Pairing: Hotch, Reid, Morgan x fem!reader Rating: Explicit, smut (18+, minors do not interact with this story) Word count: 5,806 cw: unprotected sex (do not recommend), sex-servant kink, voyeurism, multiple partners, non-vegan food options, slight degradation, free use kink Summary: It's Aaron's turn to host the poker night, and he figured it would be a great move to invite the entertainment they all fervently enjoyed last time: you. A/N: This was so highly requested I hope it lives up to expectations. Prompted by an original blurb found here Tag list: @illumi3 @ash-recs @canyonmooncreations @howabouticallyou @unlikelyqueenninja @kay-moranguinho and my always honorary mentions: @ihavemanyhusbands @cassiemartzz

Meeting Aaron Hotchner was nothing short of an absolute pleasure. Gentle, kind, considerate, funny when he finally got rid of the stoic boss facade, everything you would love in a partner whether casual or serious. All these reasons played a role in deciding to partake on a very specific contract: to serve as his servant, sexually speaking. 

"Hey," Aaron greeted you before leaning in to press a friendly kiss to your cheek. 

"Hey, Mr. Hotchner." you replied. 

His head tilted and eyebrows raised with playful offense "I've told you, if you don't want to call me Aaron, at least go with Hotch." 

Every so often he would call you in, mostly to a very beautiful house owned by a man you knew as Rossi, and you'd come for the sole purpose to act out your role. To serve and please them. 

This time, however, he was hosting in his own apartment. It was the classic bachelor pad, the adult version, barely decorated but tidy and resourceful. You had been in there only once, but you had memorized the area pretty well. He also looked especially handsome, navy blue polo shirt and denim black pants with casual sneakers, you could notice his toned biceps in that outfit. 

"What are my instructions for today?" you asked as you got in, taking a look around to remember the layout. 

"The usual. Although, I might ask you to take charge of the kitchen for a little bit. Bring snacks, beverages, nothing too complicated. Oh, and…” he began to say, reaching for a bag that was laying by the entrance “this.” 

From it, he pulled out what seemed like a traditional maid apron. You could tell he had it tailored for your body, and that the lace around it seemed to be fine, not the cheap ones costume stores had. You reached for it and pulled it from the strings you were supposed to tie, you hovered it over your body to catch a preview of what it would look like, the man had a good eye, it sure made you feel hot. 

“Of course, if it makes you uncomfortable, we can ditch it.” he tried to reassure you, seeing how you kept admiring the piece. 

“It’s alright, Mr. Hotchner. But a maid outfit? I thought you preferred me in the bare.” you teased. 

“Don’t worry, we still get plenty of access to the parts of you we love the most, being that the apron is the only garment of the costume you will actually wear.” his hands slipped in his pockets, his face lighting up with a smug smile “You can change in the bathroom, the guys should be here soon.” 

You made your way to the mentioned room to obey your first order of the night. Aaron waited patiently in the kitchen, putting together a couple more things so that the serving part of your job would be easier. Nonetheless, a knock on the door distracted him from his duty. He hurried to open, immediately being greeted by Morgan and Reid. 

“Hey, where’s Dave?” he asked, noticing a missing member. 

“He said he’s got something to do but he’ll catch us—” Morgan’s eyes fixed on something behind Hotch, and his train of thought completely disappeared “—later.” 

The boss turned around when he noticed Spencer’s perplexed eyes, similar to Morgan’s, and he smiled to himself as he turned around to watch you already in your ‘uniform’, to call it some way. The apron was comfortably secured around your waist, the length of it barely covering your front to the middle of your thighs, your back absolutely exposed, being that the fabric of the apron was only on the forepart, your upper body out in the open, with your nipples already perked from the cold air conditioning hitting them. And to them, you were the most beautiful of monuments. 

“What’s your safe word?” Aaron asked, his eyes immediately scanning your body.

“Cacao.” you said confidently, your head nodding in reassurance. 

Aaron looked back at Spencer and Morgan, making sure they caught what you had said. They both shook their heads in agreement, and so he locked the door behind them “Let’s begin poker night, then.” he ordered. 

“I’ll get some drinks for you guys.” you said, and you were about to move to the kitchen when Hotch’s voice stopped you. 

“I believe I haven’t given you permission to speak.” he emitted in a commanding voice. 

You understood his words for what they were: a warning. He had been clear enough, when you were there to work, you had to be diligent. Always keep yourself busy, available, and quiet, those were the rules you had signed up for. Your hands folded on your lap and you bowed your head slightly in response. 

Once they were out of your sight, you headed to the kitchen. You gathered a couple of snacks that Mr. Hotchner had prepared; some peanuts, pretzels, and cut up fruit, added with three open beers. He had let a tray out for you as well, possibly with the intention of making everything easier. By the time you got to the table and began to spread the food and beverages around they had already dealt the cards. 

You settled the empty tray on the side on a random surface, and Mr. Hotchner spread one arm in your direction indicating you that he wanted you to join his side; you did as he desired and his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you to sit on his leg. As if ritualistic, the hand that was closer to his body was grabbed and brought to his lips, a gentle kiss landed on the back of it, and then he guided it to his member, that at some point he had already exposed. It was an instinct, you already knew what to do. Your hand began to slowly massage the barely hard shaft, and you could hear him exhale particularly hard at the sensation. 

“Rules will change for tonight. You can’t bet ‘All in’ unless you have at least fifteen chips, and you can’t bet two rounds in a row.” Aaron began to say. 

“Isn’t 15 a bit expensive?” Spencer’s eyes narrowed with doubt. 

“Not at all, given that an ‘all in’ winner also gets 10 minutes to command our servant as they please.” his hand dragged upwards, purposely taking his time to brush your skin with his fingertips, nipple included, until they landed on your chin, tilting your face to have you look in the direction of the other two men “And you could agree, she’s worth the risk.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat at the way they hungrily stared at you, but they didn’t say anything further, both Morgan and Reid simply went back to looking at their cards. 

The game began and you hadn’t been given permission to move, you had to remain on Mr. Hotchner’s leg, caressing his member. He seemed unbothered by your steady movement, but you could feel him throb every so often, and it would fill you with cocky pride. That was another rule: you weren’t allowed to go rogue, they came when they wanted to, not when you caused them to. If you acted too smart and tried to make them climax before they wanted to, you were sidelined, given the silent treatment. That was more punishment than doing anything else to you, because chances were you were going to enjoy whatever else. 

You would steal a glance at random times to notice his tip swollen and reddened, even when he tried to keep composure, and continued to play his hands normally, you had learned the little twitches his dick made whenever he was getting close. His head turned to place a chaste kiss to your shoulder blade, giving you permission to keep going. Your hand trailed down to give his balls a gentle squeeze, which caused a loud groan to come out of his throat, and after a couple more fast strokes he began to spill his seed. 

Mr. Hotchner had been clear that he did not like messes; his entire member was coated in his semen, and some had spilled over his pants as well. You reached for one of the pockets the apron had sown on to find a handkerchief that you recognized as his, in seconds, you were on your knees, you wiped clean the fabric of his pants, his shaft, on the other hand, didn’t require the cloth, you grabbed at the base and licked a strip up, repeating the same movement until he was clean, and hard yet again. 

“All in.” Morgan’s voice snapped everyone’s attention, and since you hadn’t been given indication to do otherwise, your mouth kept working Aaron’s dick.

“Already? You’ve only won one round.” Spencer asked, his math not quite adding up. 

“I’ve got enough.” he clarified. 

“You got exactly 15, though, if you lose this, you don’t get any more.” Hotch looked in his direction.

Morgan’s head tilted slightly to the side, catching sight of your still bobbing head. He smiled as a response to his boss’s explanation, pushing the chips forward to the center of the table. 

“She’s worth the risk.” he said, a wink sent to Spencer. You couldn’t help but blush at his words, even if you weren’t able to stop your current activity unless indicated. 

The other two men exchanged looks, if they didn’t raise, they would still lose, perhaps that was part of Morgan’s scheme, but they weren’t about to just give you up by default. They pushed the corresponding chips to the pool in the center, and Reid was the first one to open his cards. Full house, nines over jacks. Hotch was in a slump, two pairs, queens and kings. 

“Full house.” Morgan said before he opened his cards, and Spencer’s attention was specially perked “Aces over sevens.” he finally said. 

Spencer let out a soft curse under his breath as Morgan laughed in pride, he was certainly rejoicing on having made that play. You received a light tap on your shoulder that indicated you it was time to move masters, and so you stood up and directed to stand next to Derek. 

“Actually, sweetheart, I will need you in the kitchen for a bit.” he said, his hand nonetheless landing on the skin of your rear, gently squeezing it “Peanuts and pretzels are a bit hard on my stomach, do you think you could make me a quick sandwich?” he asked ever so chivalrously.  

“Anything in particular you would like?” you asked, taking his question as permission to speak. 

“Some ham and bacon would be excellent, thank you.” with a soft slap of your ass he sent you your merry way. 

Kitchen duty was on the original arrangement, although you didn’t quite picture yourself making sandwiches, Derek’s smile was so charming you would learn gourmet cuisine just to please him. 

You gathered the required stuff, bread, some mayonnaise, and the ham and bacon. Being that you were topless, using a pan was out of the question, so you used the tray on the small electric oven that was next to the stove to cook the pork strips. You were too entranced by the silly way in which the meat shrunk to notice that Derek had walked into the kitchen, only becoming aware of his presence when he leaned next to you against the counter. 

“You make a great maid.” he pointed out, and you bolted up a little from the surprise. His hand instinctively reached for your waist, trying to keep you from falling back “Easy, you might hurt yourself.” 

Even when he made sure your feet were steady, he didn’t remove his hand from where it was, in fact, he simply took a couple of steps closer. 

“I enjoy servicing.” you said, eyes traveling south. You could see his cock already hanging out from his zipper, and you tried to reach for it in an attempt to caress it. His free hand, however, stopped you. 

“I can see that. You also take initiative, that’s impressive.” he began, his hand bringing yours up to press a kiss to it in a similar way Hotch used to do, but instead of allowing it to stroke his member, he directed it to the kitchen utensils you had laid out “But I believe for things to be done right they have to be done with the utmost concentration, so why don’t we focus on that sandwich, huh?” 

You pouted a little and he let out a light chuckle at your disappointment. You went back to the task at hand, getting a dull butter knife to begin spreading the mayonnaise around the slice. You felt the warmth of his touch leave your waist, and you were about to complain yet again until you felt one of his fingers sneak between your legs and trail up your slit. 

You shuddered and your legs instinctively closed. He tsk’ed his tongue in disapproval, and you understood to return them to their original position. Derek wasted no time, the two fingers in the middle of his hand slipping into your cunt. He was fixated on your face, absorbing every expression as you melted due to his digits, your hands gripping on the surface, leaving the sandwich unattended. 

“I haven’t told you to stop working, have I?” he whispered commandingly. 

His fingers began to curl upwards inside of you as they continued to move inside and out, getting coated with your juices. You tried your best to keep yourself still, your hand shakily reaching for the rest of the ingredients. He didn’t stop his movements even when you dropped the knife on the counter from the way he hit the back of your cunt.

“Careful.” he warned at the clinking sound, you peeked over your shoulder while you grabbed the utensil and out of the corner of your eye you could notice his hand moving over his now hardened cock “Come on, beautiful, keep going.” 

You shook your head a little in an attempt to clear it, even when his relentless fingers weren’t giving you the opportunity. You finally managed to pay attention and began to assemble the deli meats. You barely noticed when he moved behind you until you felt his tip rub against your entrance. 

His hands ran over your front as he pushed inside of you, slowly, and they landed on your breasts. A pleasure mewl slipped past your mouth, but you cut it short. 

“Come on, now, I’m not Hotch.” he complained while he gave you the chance to adjust to his member “You don’t gotta have my permission to talk, let that voice out.” 

His hips snapped rather roughly against yours, a loud slapping sound echoing around the kitchen; it caused a loud moan from you, one that you were sure could be heard from the other room. “That’s a good girl.” he praised. 

His initial rhythm wasn’t slow, after all he was in a hurry. It made assembling the sandwich all much more difficult, you struggled to open the door of the electric oven, almost getting burned thanks to the way his cock so deeply pushed inside you, all while your throat was unable to keep quiet, intermittent noises unsteady from his thrusts. 

One of his hands slipped down and in between your legs, the tip of his middle finger rubbed at your clit with a gentle speed, almost unmatching to his hips. You sensed him look over your shoulder to check up on the status of his food, and your hand trembled as you set the bacon down to finish it up. He laughed with pleasure, and his fingers dipped on the skin around your hips. 

“Can you take it, baby?” you could feel his thick member erratically twitching inside of you as he asked, and you nodded your head fervently “Of course you can.” he reassured. 

He snapped a couple more times, rough enough to make you lose your balance and press up against the counter, before you heard him grunt and felt your cunt being filled with his spill. The sensation of his cock pushing your walls sent you over the edge, and you began to drip with your release, a loud moan accompanying the blissful sensation. He pulled out with ease, not waiting for you to come out of your high, and stepped away to grab the meal you had prepared. 

“Thank you, beautiful, looks delicious.” he winked at you with his signature charming smile before he began walking out of the kitchen “Oh, and pretty boy said he wanted some iced tea, be a doll and bring it after you’re done cleaning up, thanks.” 

Without further word, he vanished from your sight. You had to take a second to catch your breath, desperate for a bit more friction. You considered touching yourself, but if Mr. Hotchner were to catch you, you wouldn’t be able to come again all night, he would make sure of it. 

You could feel Derek’s cum beginning to drip, but the cleanliness of the kitchen was a priority. You abided by the task that you had been handed, after a couple of minutes of cleaning up, since you hadn’t made a big mess, you prepared the beverage for Dr. Reid and headed back to the area. You settled the glass of iced tea next to the man that had requested it. 

“All in.” as soon as you stood next to him, you heard the youngest of the group exclaim, he then muttered a casual ‘thank you’ at the gesture of having his drink brought over. 

Hotch and Morgan exchanged playful glances. They knew he was rushing, his decision possibly prompted by the fact that your breasts were so close to his face; they noticed the bobbing of his adam’s apple, and Aaron had paid attention to how he palmed his bulge while he heard you get taken in the kitchen. Logic just flew out of the window when you were around, and his coworkers adored seeing that side of him. 

“You got me.” Morgan said as he folded his cards, and Reid cockily took a sip off his drink.  

“I’ll play.” Hotch mentioned before adding his chips to the pool. 

“Two pairs. Kings and Queens.” Spencer opened his hand. 

On his part, Hotch could simply scoff while he threw his cards on the table. “Jacks and Queens.” he said with pretend defeat. 

The blond man boasted with his expression in pure pride. He didn’t use to be the kind to order you around, unlike the other two who had gotten very comfortable, and preferred you took the initiative during game sessions. 

This time, nonetheless, he looked quite eager to take control. Once he noticed you looking at him expectantly, waiting patiently for your command. He narrowed his eyes, ever inexperienced, trying to come up with something, or rather trying to find the right way to ask. 

“Could you…” he stopped to try and analyze his next words “Could you bend over?” he motioned towards the table. 

It took your entire strength to not laugh, you weren’t making fun of him, he was just ridiculously adorable, and it made hard contrast with the whole situation in the first place and his actual sexual interests. You obeyed, not wanting to make him self-conscious, moving Derek’s plate out of the way elegantly before resting your entire body face-down against the piece of furniture. 

You let out a quiet whimper from the contrast in temperature; your ass was left up and exposed in his direction. He finally stood up, and you looked back to peek at what he was up to, his hips had lined up with yours, his member was still clothed, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing at your asscheeks and pressing his bulge against your dripping cunt. 

“Why don’t we change the game?” his eyes were glued on your skin wrinkling up with every push, but he kept talking to his coworkers “How about blackjack? Hotch can play house” he proposed. 

“Reid, it’s literally illegal for you to play blackjack in two states.” Hotch pointed out. 

“That’s true. You have an unfair advantage.” Morgan added. 

“Card counting can only be done with extreme concentration and observation of the cards being dealt.” his eyes didn’t leave your body, his palm gently massaging your skin as he kept rubbing himself on you “And I happen to be too busy to pay enough attention.” 

“Alright, but blackjack is a fast game. The player needs to win at least three rounds to claim their prize. Draws don’t count towards the winning number.” Aaron clarified.

The rest of the players nodded in agreement. Mr. Hotchner was the dealer, since he was playing the role of ‘the house’, and he began assigning the first round of cards. Before he got to Reid, though, he noticed there was no space on the table, your body occupying most of it, and so he resolved he would just put it over your naked back. 

You gulped in surprise and your body seemed to get hotter, you surely weren’t expected to be used this way; your nipples brushed against the surface of the table, and Reid noticed how you pushed back against him slightly. 

The doctor pulled away, satisfied for the time being with the friction that he had gotten, and realized there were a couple of white-ish stains. 

“Come on, Morgan!” he exclaimed once he noticed it was semen “Can’t you clean up after yourself?” 

Derek could only break into a laugh, and you noticed a small smirk on Aaron’s face as well. 

“Sorry, kid.” he simply said, waiting for Hotch to open his second card. 

Reid made an unamused expression and crouched down to observe the situation. You still had some drip down your thigh, and your slit still had some traces of Morgan’s release. 

“I’ll help you out, but I need you to do something for me.” he said, palming at your ass to let you know he was talking to you; you hummed, replying that you were listening intently “I won’t be able to use my mouth, so if I suck, it means hit, if I insert, it means stay” 

You furrowed your brows with confusion, but he didn’t give you much time to understand. You felt his tongue trail up your inner thigh, taking the liquid that had spilled over it with it, and shortly the muscle pressed against your slit, taking a lap at your entire sex.

Your hands gripped at the side edges of the square table, on your right side Derek Morgan was looking intently at his cards, on your left Aaron Hotchner was paying close attention to the youngest’s movements. He snapped back to the game once your pleased noises started flowing, his hand darting out to land on top of yours and rub at the back of it slightly. Aaron dealt the second round of cards and Reid’s landed on your back once again. 

“14.” the older man said. 

A little distracted by the way his tongue teased your labia, you didn’t pay attention to the words the dealer had said until you felt Spencer’s lips wrap around your clit and intensely suck the air in. The sensation, which was foreign, made your legs go weak; the man pressed his face against your rear to keep you up, and it only made the interaction so much hotter. 

“Hit me!” you exclaimed in between moans. 

“8. Adds to 22.” Hotch said calmly. 

Reid grumbled against your cunt, his tongue going back to your entrance instead, superficially licking, taking his time to taste everything around it. 

Morgan was busted as well, which meant the house took the round. Spencer kept a steady and slow pace; you felt the cards being removed from your back and, almost immediately, a new one was added. 

“20.” Hotch said again. 

The youngster’s hands had been placed against the outer sides of your thighs in the meantime, however once he heard the number they traveled up. He pulled away and you slightly whined at the lack of contact, his thumbs spread the outer part of your pussy open and his tongue immediately slipped inside your entrance. 

“Stay.” you struggled to let out, only coming out as a shaky breath. 

Hotch opened a couple more cards, Derek was busted again, so there was a chance for Reid’s win. 

“21 for the house, house wins.” Aaron exclaimed. 

Your head defeatedly laid against the wooden table, the man buried in your rear could feel your walls clenching and your hips slightly moving to grind against yours. Your shaky breaths didn’t only alert him that your second orgasm of the night was coming, the other two men could also tell. 

“Reid, your time with her is almost up.” Aaron pointed out after taking a look at his watch. 

Spencer pulled away once again, to your discomfort, and narrowed his eyes pretending to think.

“I’ll tell you what, win this round and I’ll let you orgasm.” Reid proposed to you. 

You trembled a little with anticipation, feeling your orgasm edging on. Instead of allowing his tongue back on you, he simply pressed open-mouthed kisses to your labia, making sure he wouldn’t touch any sensitive areas. 

Aaron dealt another round of cards over your back, not even paying attention to your begging face. 

“16.” he notified you since your eyes were tightly shut with irritation from being so close yet unable to release. 

“Hit me.” you commanded, still feeling Reid’s wet lips kissing your sides. 

“3. Adds to 19.” He clarified as he threw another card against your back. 

“Hit me.” you said once again.

Aaron and Spencer exchanged looks, it was a very risky move, statistically heavily improbable.

Hotch opened the new card against your back, and he let out a pleased chuckle. “2. Adds to twenty one.” 

Reid laughed with incredulity, but he was a man of his word. His lips clasped your sensitive nub once again, and he sucked the air in as his tongue moved rapidly from side to side. A high-pitched moan at his movements, and you couldn’t help but to release your juices over his face. You could hear an erotic slurping sound from the back, he was abiding by his promise of keeping you clean. 

“Well played!” he beamed at you and cleared the cards from your back “That was a very unlikely pull, I’m surprised you made it.” 

“Certainly.” Hotch reassured as he dealt the next round of cards.

Reid had sat back down on his chair, and as the pieces of carton landed on you, you decided to stay put on the table. Spencer’s eyes would travel from his cards to your ass from time to time, almost as if he was pondering his next move after he won. 

However, he wouldn’t be as lucky, and neither would Derek, since the next round was won by the house, which meant Hotch was back in control. You were about to stand back up and his hand laid on your bare back, stopping your movement,

“Actually, honey, why don’t you remain there for a little bit more?” he commanded and you obediently remained “Reid, move.” he said standing up.

The younger furrowed his brows with unintentional defiance “But this is my seat…” he quietly complained. 

“You can have your seat back once I’m done with her.” Hotch said, his tone was as imposing, but you could tell he was a little more gentle. You didn’t know the exact nature of their relationship, but you had figured Spencer was a soft spot for him. 

He finally obeyed and stood up and away from the chair, leaving enough space for Hotch to stand behind you. You could immediately feel the tip of his member prodding at your entrance, after what Reid had done to you, you certainly didn’t need any more preparation. You were overstimulated as it was, but his cock was always welcome, and he could tell by the way you were clenching around nothing simply by having him so close. 

He smirked to himself at the feeling and immediately allowed himself inside of you. You grunted with pleasure as you felt him enter, your fingers, tired from gripping on the sides of the table, beginning to curl around in the air. 

“Here, you can grab onto this.” the ever so chivalrous Derek Morgan reached out to intertwine his fingers with yours, giving you a soft area for you to squeeze trying to not lose control. 

Mr. Hotchner wasn’t going to pretend being gentle, his thrusts picking up speed as soon as you had gotten used to his size. He moved his shirt slightly aside, enjoying every second of watching himself disappear between your contracting walls. He let out a soft groan in pleasure, and you could tell he was beginning to lose himself in you. His hand gripped at your buttock, squeezing roughly to help him move your hips back and forth. 

The other two participants didn’t seem to move a finger, they could only stare, with pleased expressions on their face, at the way tears began to prickle on the corner of your eyes. Reid reached to land a hand on top of your head soothingly, and his kindness was always appreciated. 

Your obnoxious sounds were a delight to the three of them, therefore they dreaded the tune of a ringing phone interrupting the melody they adored. Hotch reached for the gadget within his pocket, furrowing his brows at the caller ID. 

“Yeah, JJ?” he said and made a ‘shushing’ sign to Spencer and Derek. 

Reid gently moved his hand from your head to your mouth, initially he was simply going to cover it with his palm, but an impulsive thought beat him to it: his index and middle finger slipped inside your mouth and pressed against your tongue. 

“Suck.” he ordered in a whisper “It will help you keep quiet.” 

You obeyed the doctor’s order, however, focusing on coating his digits in your saliva; your sounds were kept muffled in your throat, but they escaped your lips from time to time, since Aaron was not giving you a second of rest. 

“Can’t it wait? I see. It’s fine, Reid and Morgan are with me, call Dave, we’ll meet you there in 15.” Hotch continued instructing. He was doing his best to appear unbothered, and he was purposely hitting deeper each time, almost making it a challenge for you to keep your sounds down. 

“A case?” Morgan inquired as soon as his superior got off the phone. 

“And urgent.” he put the device away once again and leaned slightly over you. His fingers glued themselves to your clit, circling it slowly, he was trying to, most likely, rush your orgasm. The pleasure it brought to you was a little painful, being that it had been the part of your body that had received the most attention during the night. You whined at the sensation, and Reid had to slide his fingers further back to keep you from screaming. 

“You know, Hotch, there’s a question that I’ve been meaning to ask for a while.” Spencer suddenly emitted, and Aaron looked curiously in his direction, prompting him to inquire “Are you really paying her?” 

The question caused Hotch to chuckle slightly “No, it’s more like an arrangement.” he confessed, still focused on pounding your cunt. 

“Then what does she get out of it?” his eyes narrowed as he observed you, fucked out of your mind, swallow your cheeks around his fingers. 

“She gets to come,” he clarified “as many times as she can take.” 

As he spoke, his hand raised to land a loud, yet not utterly strong, slap on your ass; he did that sometimes when he allowed you to release. His hips snapped one final time, pressing all the way in to spill his cum inside of you. Your third orgasm of the night was divine, your teeth slightly gritting against Reid’s skin. 

You laid there, absolutely exhausted, for a couple of minutes as they gathered their things and fixed up their clothes. Once you had recovered your energy enough to stand up, you felt your knees betraying you almost immediately. Morgan bolted from his nearby spot to offer his body as support, his arm surrounding your middle. 

“You alright?” he asked with concern and you nodded. 

“Here.” Spencer came closer with a wet wipe that he handed to you. 

“I’m sorry we can’t see you off, but this is urgent.” Hotch came out of a random room with a briefcase on his hand and his pristine suit already on “Rest as much as you want and help yourself to anything in the kitchen, just make sure to lock the door when you leave.” 

Without saying any further he leaned closer to you and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. He muttered a ‘let’s go’ directed to his subordinates and almost dashed outside the apartment. Morgan simply took a quick peck at the side of your head and told you to ‘take care’. Spencer stood there awkwardly for a second; you could see in his eyes that he was trying to do something, anything, but he couldn’t find the right gesture. Unable to take it much longer, you curled your hand into a fist and offered it in his direction. He bumped it with a fist of his own, and both of you laughed with a bit of embarrassment.

“Listen,” you said before he could move away, slightly entranced by his hazel eyes “the arrangement I have with Mr. Hotchner…” you diverted your gaze, suddenly slightly embarrassed “...it’s not exclusive.” you finally said. 

Spencer’s eyes opened and eyebrows raised in surprise, were you insinuating what he thought you were? His mouth opened and closed in search for an answer, but he struggled to make sense of anything, too scared to diffuse the interest you had shown in him. 

“You don’t have to agree right now,” you reached behind you, to the side table that had the landline phone on it, to grab a pad and a pen and immediately wrote down your number “if you want to explore a contract of your own, give me a call.” you said with a smile handing the paper over to him. 

“I will!” he said with almost too much excitement. 

“Reid!” Morgan yelled from the corridor. 

Spencer let out a quick curse and wrinkled his face with frustration “I’ll call you.” he said before he left in a rush. 

You giggled a little with teenage-like excitement, a feeling that you hadn’t experienced since you first started your dynamic with Mr. Hotchner. New guy, new conditions, new games. Perhaps poker is not the only way to have fun. 

[batboyblog]

Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week #15

April 19-26 2024

President Biden appeared along side Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Senators Ed Markey and Bernie Sanders to announce major climate action. Biden announced a program, Solar For All, 7 billion dollars aimed at supporting low income house holds install solar power in their homes. The program will support 900,000 households across the country getting solar. Lower the average energy bill for a family by $400 a month and avoid more than 30 million metric tons of carbon pollution over the next 25 years. The boost in solar installation will help create 200,000 new jobs across the country. The President also announced the launch of the Climate Conservation Crops. modeled on FDR's Civilian Civilian Conservation Corps and JFK's Peace Corps, Biden's Climate Conservation Crops will be a program where young people can connect with climate projects across the country and be paid to help protect the planet. The Corps will be 20,000 strong, with 2,000 openings listed right now on their webpage across 36 states DC and Puerto Rico.

The Department of Labor finalized a new rule on overtime. Currently employers are only required to pay overtime to workers making under $35,568. Under the new ruling that will be raised to workers making $43,888, and in January 2025 raised again to workers making $58,656 and under. This will bring overtime pay to 4 million more workers and transfer $1.5 billion from the pockets of companies to workers. It also fixes to raise the level with inflation every 3 years starting in 2027.

The EPA announced a $1 billion dollar program to help replace heavily duty vehicles with clean energy versions. There are currently 3 million class 6 and 7 vehicles, school buses, box trucks dump trucks, street sweepers, delivery trucks, bucket trucks, and utility trucks, in use. 70% of the funds will go to replacing School Buses with Clean energy buses and the remaining 30% will go to replacing Vocational Vehicles like dump trucks and street sweepers. Heavy Duty vehicles on top of green house cases release harmful nitrogen oxide and fine particulate matter and replacing them will not only combat climate change but improve public health.

The Department of Interior took actions to protect 13 million acres of Alaska wild land is protected and to secure the livelihood of Alaska Native peoples who rely on this land. The Administration refused oil and mining rights on the vast areas of Alaska land as well as a 210 miles road through the northern wildernesses. This area represents valuable habitat for caribou and endangered polar bears, as well as millions of migrating birds.

The Department of Transportation announced finalized rules requiring airlines to give automatic cash refunds for canceled flights and other inconvenience. The refunds will be automatic meaning passengers will not have apply for them, prompt the airlines are required to refund a credit card purchase in 7 days, and require repayment in full and in kind, airlines can not substitute travel vouchers for cash. The DOT also announced new rules to protect airline travelers from junk fees, airlines and ticket agents must now clearly tell travelers upfront about all fees so no one is surprised by a hidden fee.

The EPA announced finalized rules on emissions standards for fuel burning power plants. The new rules include a tightening of Mercury and Air Toxics Standards, requiring a 70% reduction in mercury. It also had rules protecting ground water, new rules will require coal powered plants to remove 660 million pounds per year of pollutants discharged through wastewater, and for the first time federally regulates the dumping of coal ash, requiring safe dump sites that will not leak into ground water. Finalized rules require coal fired and new natural gas-fired power plants to capture up to 90% of their carbon pollution

Security of Transportation Pete Buttigieg attended the ground breaking of a new high speed rail project to connect Los Angeles and Las Vegas. The Biden Administration announced 3 billion to support the project 5 months ago. At 218 of all electric green rail the project promises to be the fastest way to get from LA to Las Vegas. Planned to open in 2028 just in time for the LA Olympics it is the first of many planned high speed rail projects. The Biden Administration has promised $66 billion for high speed rail and the largest single investment in Amtrak ever.

The FCC announced a new rule restoring Net Neutrality. Net Neutrality requires internet service pervaders to treat all websites equally and not slow certain ones now or speed others. In 2015 under Obama the FCC passed a rule requiring Net Neutrality. However in 2017, the FCC spread headed by Trump appointed Chair Ajit Pai repealed the rules. A patchwork of Democratic controlled states, lead by California passed state level laws requiring Net Neutrality forcing ISPs to de facto keep it in place. Late last year President Biden got the opportunity to replace Pai on the FCC, giving the FCC a 3 to 2 Democratic majority which voted this week to return to the Obama era rules and protect Net Neutrality nationwide.

The FTC passed finalized regulations to ban noncompete agreements in nearly all cases. These agreements, which cover 18% of American workers, about 30 million people, prohibit workers from joining or creating competing companies for a certain period of time. The FTC estimates that workers will earn an average of $524 dollars a year more and up to 8,500 new businesses will be created each year. The new rule will still allow noncompete for senior executives who make up less than 1% of the work force. Like with the FCC, two out of the 3 FTC commissioners who voted for the new rules are Biden appointees.

The Departments of Health and Human Services and Interior have announced a joint, $1 billion project to connect tribal communities to safe drinking water. Roughly half of Tribal households lack access to clean drinking water or adequate sanitation.

At the White House The Biden Administration announced plans to protect, restore and reconnect 8 million acres of wetlands and 100,000 miles of rivers and streams. This effort will include state, local and tribal government as well as private efforts along with the federal government to protect and restore the nations freshwater environments.

The Department of Health and Human Services announced a new rule boosting privacy protection for abortions. Republicans in states like Alabama, Texas, Oklahoma and Idaho have tried to make it a crime to leave the state to seek an abortion in a state where it is legal. The new federal rule would make it illegal for health information to be shared in these cases

Vice-President Harris announced a new rule requiring staffing standards at Nursing Homes across the country. The new rules will require registered nurses on duty 24 hours, seven days a week. This represents the first time the Centers for Medicare & Medicaid Services have required specific numbers of nurses and aides in Nursing Homes that get Medicare and Medicaid funding.

The Biden Administration Announced a $6 billion deal with tech giant Micron to bring high tech manufacturing to New York. The deal is expected to see Micron invest $100 billion in Syracuse New York area as well as build a factory in Boise, Idaho. The deal will create 70,000 new jobs. It is part of the Biden Administration's effort to bring high tech chip manufacturing to America.

The Department of Education finalized the most comprehensive federal protections for Trans and other Queer students in the nation's history. The rules also overturn Trump era rules on how colleges should handle sexual assault and harassment.

[ervotica]

Ik this isn’t part of the prompt but can u plz do a eclipse Jasper x human reader whenever she can feel her anxiety worsen or even a panic attack about to start Jasper uses his ability to calm her down (since he can manipulate emotions/moods) and he usually does it by talking to her and kissing her gently🥹😭

summary; jasper eases your anxiety and kisses away all your worries.

warnings; fem!reader, reader w anxiety, soft, soft!jasper, jasper uses his gift on reader but it’s sweet, pure fluff! no use of y/n

Jasper's rasping Southern lilt pulls you out of your haze; he can feel the rushing thrum of your pulse beneath your skin, the way you tense and burrow further into the comfort of the blanket that’s loosely draped over your shoulders. You're vacant, eyes glassy and unfocused despite the lively chatter of the Cullen house, the raucous booming of Emmett’s voice and Rosalie’s quiet scolding that follows as the rest of the family talk animatedly. This upcoming fight has everyone on edge and it’s evident in your stance, the way you curl up small on the couch and wring your fingers until they flush ruby.

"Hey, sugar," Jasper murmurs, a finger hooking over your cheek to draw your gaze to his own. It's a miracle he can stand to be so close to you now, almost desensitised to your scent, the warmth of your touch, the ravenous hunger that claws at his throat when you're close. Your eyes crinkle at the corners, carving lines into the soft skin when your eyes meet his.

"Hey, Jas."

His icy lips are on your cheek and you soak up his touch, resisting the urge to lean into it as you really want to, still cautious of overwhelming him. The sense of calm that washes over you feels artificial, the only indicator that the feeling isn’t quite your own, but rather the emotion that Jasper is weaving into your frazzled nerves as the anxiety untangles like yarn and dissipates. The crushing thunderstorm is reduced to small, sweeping waves that lap at the corners of your mind but no longer engulf it.

You accept the feeling regardless of its origin, your muscles uncoiling as Jasper strokes slow lines over your cheekbone. Your eyes track the swish of his blond tresses when his head dips further, the bridge of his nose pressed to your cheek, and one golden eye that watches you right back.

His mouth ventures to the corner of your lips and you feel the imprint of his smile as you giggle and your features scrunch with unbridled adoration. It’s a rare display of such emboldened affection from him and you’ll be damned if you don’t wring him for every ounce whilst he’s willing to offer it.

All background noise melts away when he catches your lips between his own. You gasp a sweet little noise into his mouth and he swallows it greedily; the feel of his cold fingers on your cheek brands you, leaving a lasting tingle that reminds you that you’re his and his only. He nips at your bottom lip, the ghost of a laugh echoing against your mouth when you whine and cant your body towards his, wanting, needing, to be close. His forehead stays anchored to your own when he draws himself away.

"You’re beautiful," he murmurs. "My beautiful girl."

The cadence of his voice alone is enough to have you going soft and pliant in his grasp, tired eyes watching his every move as he nudges your chin upwards and presses another gentle peck to your mouth.

"Everything’s gonna be jus’ fine, okay?" he coos, gathering you up and into his arms in a way that has you biting your lip to suppress a whimper. "And then we’ll have forever, my darlin’."

"You promise?" He almost laughs at your question, but he hears the warble in your voice, feels the tightening of your fingers against the sleeve of his shirt, and he knows you need the reassurance. Something white-hot lights in his chest, fondness and something deep and primal all mixed into one— the urge to protect you always, no matter the cost, even if the world burns to ashes. He’ll protect you always.

"I promise." He sits back until you’re tucked beneath his arm, pushing stray curls out of your face as you nestle into the crook of his armpit. "Why don’t you sleep for a little while? You need it."

Suddenly the ruckus of the Cullen house dulls in your ears, your only focus on the blond you’re tucked against, his fingers curling around the blanket to pull it flush to your frame. The last thing you register is his arms tightening around you as you doze, and an arm hiking you into his lap when you go limp against him.

[sunwarmed-ash]

@sweeteatercat 😽

2. Brothers/one shot WIP-Hankconvin, Detroit Become Human

Connor looks over his new component in the mirror for the 12th time since swapping it out. He shouldn't feel this anxious over a bicomponent, especially since he knows Hank and Gavin think he’s hot no matter what, and have both expressed an interest in said piece since bringing it home. But he still can’t shake the sudden spike of nerves and vulnerability the new piece makes him feel.  - When Connor exits the bedroom, Hank and Gavin are on the couch, watching some game, completely entranced. It gives Connor the opportunity to work up the nerve to walk across the living room naked.  He almost makes it to the couch before either of them notice his presence, and when they do, all he gets is a half hearted,  “Hey Con,” and no eye movement in his direction.  Connor’s eyebrow twitches in irritation. He had half a mind to hijack the tv and lock it on Lifetime. Instead he continues his strut across the living room, passing in front of the tv to give each man plenty of time to look before pulling out the chair in the corner desk in the living room.  “Hey whoa,” Gavin says, followed by a whistle and a, “Where ya going beautiful?” from Hank.  Connor smiles in pride, but they can’t see it.  “I was going to watch porn on your laptop Hank, since you are both otherwise occupied,” Connor teases, because he knows he's got their attention now. He’s had it the second his bare ass came in contact with their peripheral vision. Hank and Gavin’s heart rates spiked considerably and it wasn't more than 3 seconds before the TV is being shut off and the game forgotten.  Before Con can say anything else, Hank is grabbing him under the arms and tossing him over his shoulder, insistent on bringing him to the bedroom. Gavin swats his bare ass and Connor giggles happily. 

@themoonandtheprincess 💜

8. Plenty to go around- Upcoming Chameron chapter, House MD

Chase relaxes his wrists in the leather cuffs attached to Allison's bed while she ‘gets ready.’ She’s been in the bathroom for a while now, but in all actuality, he doesn’t mind waiting, he likes it over here. Everything’s always clean in her apartment, smells good, and is tied with more good memories than bad ones. In a lot of ways, he’s glad they decided not to get married. This arrangement works out better for everyone in the end.   When Cameron finally comes out of the bathroom she’s done her make up, and is  dressed in an oversized, fluffy pink bathrobe.  “Well,” Chase says, trying not to laugh because objectively she looks like a big marshmallow peep.  “That’s not the surprise,” she smirks, undoing the tie in the front. “A little birdy told me you like this.” She drops the robe and now exposes the full body, black leather bodysuit underneath. Her breasts are barely concealed in the half open zipper and around her hips is a bright purple strap-on. Chase has to swallow twice before he can make the words form.  “A little birdy huh? Does it limp?” “No. But she swings both ways,” Cameron smirks, “Problem?” Chase blinks rapidly, his eyes trying to keep up with everything he’s seeing. “Not at all.”

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Ill randomly assign my current wips a number and the one that matches ill post a blurb :3