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[wanderrlust0]

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[uncouth-the-fifth]

i'd like to report a crime - Leon Kennedy/Reader

read it on Ao3.

Pairing: Agent!Leon/Detective!Wife!Reader Tags: anxious work stress + leon comfort!!, leon being a fucking goober Notes: when i'm at work I'm always picturing him swooping in to save me...... leon kennedy if you can hear me please protect me from 9-5 hell... and like I said before, I would LOVE requests or prompts for this fic, I have so many ideas but I can't commit to any of them lol.

Standing in the bullpen at work today, you had a thought. Maybe they called it “medieval torture” because that was a whole lot catchier than “a shitty day at the busiest police precinct in Washington DC.”

It certainly felt like medieval torture to you. Before you’d even stepped into your big girl pants this morning, you knew that today was going to suck. Plain and simple. Suck. Yet another presidential event was bringing the Secret Service’s jurisdiction into your already hectic station, meaning that big square dudes in suits were going to be breathing down your neck until quitting time. You had three huge active cases that needed your attention. One of those cases came pre-packaged with a deeply annoying lawyer, who, in your professional opinion, has his head shoved a foot up his ass. He will absolutely be showing up to bother you today.

And worst of all: in your haste to get to work (Leon had put some serious effort into making you late), you’d accidentally worn a pair of super uncomfortable shoes! So now every waking moment of your existence was bonafide torture.

Clamping your jaw, you glance up from the paperwork in front of you and check your watch. Three o’clock. Right, okay, you can work with that.

You slap your hands down on your desk as you push out of your seat, and it gets a satisfying yelp out of the man sitting cross-legged beside it. He bristles up like a porcupine and nasally complains, “Where are you going, Detective Kennedy? You said we could—”

“Coffee, Douglas,” you bite back to said lawyer.

The last thing you want right now is some of the lousy, watered-down coffee from the station’s breakroom, but taking mini-breaks at your desk is just not an option anymore. Douglas has been camped out there from the moment you clocked in, and since you both refuse to budge, he’s going to stay there. Breakroom it is. You wince the whole way there, cursing your shoes from hell.

Someone forgot to start another pot of joe, so you have the absolute pleasure of doing it yourself. A small blessing in disguise, really. You give the glass pot your best thousand-yard-stare the whole time it heats the water, and just when the outline of it is starting to burn behind your eyelids, you’re jolted out of your glazed reverie by a cheerful, “Detective Kennedy!”

The officer appears at your side like she was there the entire time, and you wouldn’t put it past her—Giana is the latest in a long line of rookies who have imprinted on you over the years. Good kid, but a little on the overeager side.

She gives you a sympathetic frown and launches into way too much bubbly talking for your aching head to handle. “Heyo! Man, it’s crazy today, huh? You look beat, detective. Hey, think of it this way—just a few more hours and we’ll be home free! Any fun plans tonight?”

The question triggers a movie-style flashback sequence in your mind, complete with black-and-white visuals and some tasteful dream fog. Leon, your husband, boredly poking around the aisles of a new Target by your place. Leon discovering the boys' toy section. Leon, your beautiful, amazing husband, going starry-eyed at the massive NERF Elite Titan CS-50 Toy Blaster, which you’re pretty sure you need a license to operate.

He’d tapped the Nerf box like a boy on Christmas morning. “150 foam bullets, baby.”

But it would take a lot of energy to relay all of that to Giana. So instead of explaining that you’re having an epic Nerf duel with Leon when you get home (no headshots, loser makes dinner), you cooly answer: “...Spending time with my husband.”

Giana hums. “It’s so weird to me that you’re married…” (Thanks.) “I can’t even picture you not grinding away at some case.”

The coffee machine burbles out its last sad spit of coffee. You pour a good amount into your mug, smiling, “Oh, Leon’s just as bad. We’re both married to our work. He’s just my favorite mistress, s’all.”

Giana opens her mouth to launch into another cheery tirade you can’t catch up with. You like the girl, but on top of being way too eager, she’s also painfully see-through. For example, you don’t even have to turn around to know that a gloriously hot guy has just walked into the bullpen behind you. It’s written all over Giana’s owlish look over your shoulder. Hell, you can even clock that he’s heading straight this way—not only does Giana cross herself to bid away impure thoughts of the stranger, but she evaporates into smoke out of pure shyness.

“Look out!” She stage-whispers.

Aw. Poor girl, you think as she waddles away. Considering who’s going to be unloading a clip of foam bullets into you later this evening, (what a strange double entendre), you’re basically immune to hot guys. You can handle this.

“Excuse me, detective, I’d like to report a crime?”

All sense of professionalism poofs off your face at that familiar voice. You whirl to face your husband, and in one swift slash, the ten ton weight of your stress is slapped clean off your back.

Leon’s resting stare has slowly been absorbed by his Serious Agent Face. But today, he’s smoldering less in the business way and more in the off-duty model way. In a white tee, jeans, and racing-striped leather jacket, he certainly looks the part, clean-shaven and dewy-skinned. Fuck him and his unblemished skin. What Umbrella moisturizer was he using back in the day, dammit?

You’re capable of joking again and fall flawlessly into the bit. “Of course. What kind of crime, beautiful?”

He isn’t really able to look flustered, but you think you get close to the impossible with the way his head tilts at that line. You notice that he’s hiding something behind his back.

“A theft,” he answers. The tiniest smirk twitches on his mouth. “My heart’s been stolen.”

…What a fucking cornball. The tragic part is that you find the joke pretty funny, and not completely in the ironic way. He waits for you to giggle and twirl your hair or what-the-fuck-ever, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction, ducking into his quick hug to grin into his shoulder.

You groan at his awful joke. “Jesus. You need a fork for all that corn, Leon?”

“I take mine off the cob,” he drawls in your ear. With that voice, he could make anything sound suggestive.

You’re about to pout at him for failing to return your hug, when you draw back and see that his hands are full. It’s then that Leon presents his bounty to you, bowing his head and holding his trophies aloft like a knight giving respect to his princess: in one hand, one of the stupid expensive coffees you like, and in the other… your comfiest work flats.

“How?” is the first thing your fish brain manages to say. Because, truly, how does he always know? The coffee, the shoes— “Did you put a tracker in me? One that tells you everything I’ve been complaining about all day?”

You go slumping down into the nearest seat, mystified by him. Leon sets the still-steaming coffee down in front of you and kneels, stooping to help you out of your shoes-from-hell. The strap around your ankle has rubbed the bone raw even through your tights. He gets the clasp loose on the first shoe with little fussing, then soothes the skin with tender brushes of his thumb.

“Mhm,” he hums. All you can see of him from this angle is the layers of color in his hair, deep browns and ash blondes blending into one another. The smug pride in his voice is obvious—he loves knowing he’s read you well. “Tells me when you’re hungry, too. Have lunch with me?”

Please god, your body begs. Just picturing it loosens some of the tension in your neck. Like last time, the two of you would play-fight over where to eat, and your cute little delivery boy would go pick up the winner. That way, you wouldn’t have to waste a single moment of your allotted thirty-minute lunch. Leon would pull up a seat at your desk (maybe scare Douglas off with a flash of his badge), and you’d get a blissful, uninterrupted dose of him. Enough to get you through the rest of your shift.

He’d be too deep in Professional Agent Mode to babble like he does at home, but Leon’s raspy chuckles and his hand on your knee would tide you over til’ five.

…But no, the universe is never that kind to you. You wince at Leon’s offer and drop an apologetic hand to his shoulder, still knelt at your feet and working on your other shoe. He’s too good to you. “M’ sorry, baby, but I think I’m gonna have to work through lunch if I wanna get home on time. Rain check?”

He doesn’t mind. He throws a squinty warning stare your way, not happy that you’re getting dangerously close to overworking yourself, but he understands.

A sly smile creeps onto Leon’s face as he helps you slip on a flat. “I could talk to your Captain. What if you were pulled away for a ‘federal emergency?’”

“Then I think me and my Captain would implode from stress,” you laugh. “He’d think I’d been drawn into some national crisis or something.”

Leon scoffs. “That’s only happened, like, once.”

The other flat welcomes your poor, aching foot like a jacuzzi hot tub, and you take a deep magical sip of the overpriced coffee he got special for you. It trumps the watery breakroom joe any day.

For a minute you’re so stupidly happy that you could easily punch a boulder clean off a cliff. Hell, you might even twirl your hair.

“One too many times!” You groan. Since he’s being all cute and kneeling at your feet, you can’t resist poking him a couple of times to be silly. In the chest. In the cheek. In the heart. Stage-whispering, you accuse, “I think you just like having excuses to work with me.”

Leon finishes helping you into your shoes, but he’s in no hurry to leave his spot. One of his rough hands finds yours in your lap and toys with your wedding band, twisting it, testing the groove where it’s been sitting for a few years now. Those big blue eyes fix on your face. You’re married to the guy, but something about being the subject of all his naked attention makes you feel like shrieking into a damn pillow. He’s the best. Judging by that mean little smile on his face, he knows it’s true.

He gives your hand a little squeeze and points out, “I was your partner before anyone else. We never got our buddy cop beat—so yes, I will shove myself into your world since I can’t pull you into mine.”

You’re grateful he still thinks that way. Getting him to talk about Raccoon is harder than pulling teeth, but this—your partnership, whether that be as cops in an imaginary second life, or as husband and wife—never fails to pry him right open.

You’d been asked before if it was frustrating, how your paths had split after the city had blown. The two of you had come from the same spot and endured the same things, but where Leon had soared up, you’d kept to what you knew. No part of you envied him for it. In his mind, the two of you were still the same unit you’d been then, endlessly loyal to one another. You watched Leon’s back and—clearly, he watched yours.

“You’re my favorite,” you tell him, sweetly petting his chin. “I’m gonna fucking destroy you at our Nerf duel when I get home.”

All the buttery tenderness wipes from his face, and in an instant he’s on his feet, clapping a scarred hand down onto your shoulder and bending to whisper fiercely in your ear. “I’d like to see you try.”

He smushes a kiss to your cheek, waves a friendly, “See ya,” and melts back into the current of the rowdy bullpen. You hate to see him leave, but by god, you love to watch him go.

A few seconds after Leon says his goodbye, Giana, your rookie, peers around the open door of the break room. Her patchy blush goes all the way down to her uniform collar. “...Nevermind. I can definitely picture you married, Detective Kennedy…”

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Silly Idea:

Clandestine fight club! reader x Knight! Miguel.

WARNINGS: READER HAS A POTTY MOUTH. DIRTY FIGHTS, MILD ANGST, MIGUEL BEING MIGUEL.

Ever since you had a use of reason, life was turned into an unceasing fight. A fight for a spot in a bed. A fight for a leaking bowl of food, a fight for a bath. A fight to get the least tattered of clothings. A fight to be alive, to be free.

Free of the many injustices life threw at you, free of the many prejudices of the upper class that always gave a sneering look your way, whenever you were scouting an area.

Your fifteens were your turning age. Many friends had been lost, some ended up hanged by the royals, others ended up killed either by the guards or by the walloping diseases that constantly stalked the poorer districts of the kingdom.

The more you grew, the more you fought. The older you got, the more your knuckled bled. Freedom seemed a dream you had secretly chased, since the king came up with the brilliant idea to press gang those who had no choice, in order to reduce the 'poverty'.

"We've got to go! " Hobie's voice a whisper underneath his mask.

"Wait!"

"They'll spot us if we remain here!"

"Go on then! Meet me at the Wailing Banshee"

"If'ya get caught, I'm not helping ye out tis'time"

"Go!"

You whispered aggressively, as your ear kept glued to the wooden wall.

"One of my insiders have informed me about clandestine activity around the taverns."

"Clandestine activities? Like?"

"Fight clubs."

"Fighting clubs? In the poorest district of the kingdom?"

"Seems there is more than it meets the eye"

"Maybe we can recruit some of them."

"No. They'd lack discipline. Too much of a hassle."

The conversation died as you ran after a guard had spotted you.

---

The man's fist collided against your stomach, knocking all the air out of you.

"That's cheatin!!!" Hobie yelled at the referee that seemed unbothered by his and other threats.

"You fuckin' maggot!" You roared and stumbled, trying to gather your bearings for a moment. Somehow you delivered a kick on his groin, the man doubled in pain. It was your chance.

Taking enough space to hurl yourself towards him, legs wrapped around his waist in a vice like grip as your fist connected nonstop against his face. Cheeks, cheekbones, nose, lips and eyes.

Every of your blows angrier than the previous one. The man couldn't shake you off, so he went for your hair. A cruel smirk went to your lips as his hand grabbed nothing but thin air.

The pixie haircut had proven effective for fighting. None could really grab your hair, unless they'd have claws.

The man's fist collided to your sides, weakening your grip on his waist. He had managed with a couple of more blows to get yourself off him and with a steely grip on your throat he body slammed you against the makeshift ring's wall.

Yelping, you couldn't help but hold your left side as you spat blood on the floor. Nose bleeding, tainting plump and angry lips with crimson. Eyes widened in rage.

The man cackled as he roared with the crowd, hitting his chest with pride like an animal. Your opponent was tall, burly yet slow. Of course part of your questionable strategy was to have a good beat down before figuring out his cracks.

A little limp on his left foot, slower uppercuts with his right hand, and of course he protected little to nothing his head. His size would be his demise.

You were too enraptured in the fight to notice that little by little the whole place was getting full by elite guards that had disguised themselves as much as they could. A pair of red eyes settled on you as you panted, and snarled, like an angry and caged beast.

"SNAP HIS NECK!"

"BREAK HER IN HALF!"

To some guards the lurid show had surpassed any of the expectations they had came with. The rumors were a measly thing when it came to witness the events for themselves.

Clandestine fights that ended up in someone severely injured or killed. But little did the rules matter when the prize was something so simple as two weeks worth of food.

Of course. In one of the poorest districts that had barely any victuals to supply everyone's need, two weeks of food seemed like the fucking lotery. You were from "The Hellhole" a creative name the guards had put to the east district, a poor one full of bandits, self made warriors like yourself, and pickpocketers, but not as poorer as "The Sewers".

The Sewers were the place people came to die, The King, Tyler Stone had truly forsaken it. The king only saw for his benefits and those that actually could be useful for him and his court.

Closing your eyes, you exhaled. Eyes roamed the brute before you. It was all or nothing.

"Get him, Pixie!"

Hobie's voice was lost in the crowd as you ran towards your rival. Using your size at your advantage you went for the left, his limping more evident as he tried to catch you, but you were already on his back, crawled ontop oh him, thighs around his waist from the back. securing your body; like a spider, and slapped your palms against his ears as hard as you could.

The man remained still for a moment before screaming in pain, careening to the sides aimlessly. The man with the red eyes chuckled as the shorter man next to him watched, befuddled.

Your bandaged knuckles and palms stained in blood, to then embrace the brute's head. Your opponent was out of himself, everyone chanted but he could no longer hear. Despair rose in his chest as the pain intensified but gasped when you wrapped his head on your arms.

Eyes locked with red ones, the way that man looked at you, said one thing. Don't.

But your rage was stronger. And your rival's neck weak.

Ruby eyes drooped in boredom before signaling his men to scatter around.

The man fell with a thud, and you rose through wobbles and angry tears.

"THE MAD PIXIE HAS WON!"

There was a collective rounds of equal boos and cheers. The disguised Knight saw as a tall, lanky and black man held you and helped your way out of the ring. There was a smidge of something he knew much of in your smile. Hope.

A hope that soon would be crushed.

----

Knight Captain Miguel O'Hara and a bunch of his most trusty fellow, had followed you. After several turns and sudden hidings, Miguel had finally came to what it seemed a ransacked home.

A home that never saw its final built. The perfect ruse for unsuspected and fatheaded guards.

Sneaking in a place was a second nature to him and his agents. A man's voice and yours echoed the more he ventured in.

"You absolute beast" You giggled through breathless grunts and whimpers as Hobie patched you down.

"I told ya I could do it."

"Excuse my little faith, Pix, but... Did you see him, right?"

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall."

Miguel narrowed his eyes at your words. The place was as ransacked in the inside as it's outside, but the only difference was that you and the unknown man had made it your own little home.

Separate hay beds covered by a worn out duvet you had probably stole, a little makeshift fireplace enough to keep you both warm.  And of course, a wooden box full of things that seemed valuable.

"Just glad you're in a piece." Hobie mumbled and you sighed.

Miguel scattered his men around you. Your chest was bound with cushioned bandages, enough to protect your breasts from any serious damage. Short hair slicked with sweat. Lean and worked over the years muscles etched to your body.

Miguel's eyes roamed your form, assessing the damage you had taken. Big purple, yellow and green bruises were already forming at your sides, some black ones loitered your flesh, one nearby your lower back's dimples. You were hunched nearby the fireplace. Your back's ripples contorting as you breathed

A mean scratch settled in your upper right shoulder, probably earned it when the brute had body slammed you on the ring. Your hands however, had taken the most damage. Knuckles scrubbed raw as some bits of flesh were torn. They bled, but you seemed proud.

They had earned you a much needed prize for you and your little gang, if you wanted to leave Alchemis Kingdom. There wasn't much left for you in it anyways.

Sudden thoughts were interrupted as soon as Hobie was thrown over the table.

"Hobie!"

You tried to punch the tall and black lady that had arrested Hobie but were quickly apprehended by another man.

"We don't wanna hurt you-"

"Well, I fucking do! " Snarling you pulled the man's arm down and headbutted him in his nose. Earning your momentary freedom from his grasp

"Fuck!"

"Peter!"

A large hand took you by the neck and squeezed enough to keep you still as you yelped and thrashed your hands on an arm that was unbothered by your weak attempts to get yourself free, until you collided, a little less rough, against the wall.

The man glared at you, and you spat at his feet.

"You fucking royal lapdog! Let me go!"

He squeezed a bit rougher, and he smirked

"The Mad Pixie, huh?"

"The fuck you want?!"

"Language"

"You" You seethed the words as you grunted, trying to speak through gritted teeth, "You think I owe you and your fucking king respect?!"

"Pix" Hobie, that had put little to no resistance spoke as he was shackled by the woman, that looked at you with an amused smile.

"Reminds me of someone."

Miguel's nostrils flared angrily at Jessica's words.

"The only mad in your name is your  haircut!" Peter spoke through a bleeding nose as he pointed angrily at you.

"Suficiente." (Enough)

His eyes returned to you, and his head tilted with a bored expression.

"For all I know, I could fucking arrest you for murder."

"Oh yeah? Then, when are you lot gonna pay for your crimes?!"

His eyelid twitched softly in anger

"You say it's putting some order, but all you do is to abuse your power and kill innocent people!"

The air was restricted once more and you glared holes at him. Nostrils glared but softened upon a jeering comment came your mind

"Didn't know the King allowed kinky men into his lines"

Miguel's eyebrows deepened in frown and you sneered

"You kinky lapdog"

"Cállate" (Shut up)

"Ooh, did I piss you off, ser?"

Your voice dropped in this sweet and alluring facade, but his face remained stoic. With a rough movement he threw you on the floor and sighed.

"You both have two choices."

He spoke as he threw your bloodied shirt in your direction, not really caring where it landed. You again spat on his feet as you pulled the garment on, to then wipe the caked blood off your nose.

"Or you join us, and pay for your crimes by serving your kingdom."

"Kill me already" You grumbled, and he glared once more for interrupting.

"Or you join us."

"You think I'm scared of you and your men?"

"All I hear is nonsense mewling from you. Yes or no?"

"Fuck you."

His eyebrow quirked, unamused.

"You wished, hadita." (Pixie)

You tried to kick him, but his hand grabbed and squeezed your shinbone. You hissed in pain.

"Given your fighting nature, you do realize this bone right here is one of the hardest to break, don't you?"

"All I hear is your stupid barking" Bloodied knuckles tried to pry his hand away but he squeezed tighter and you whimpered through a pained glare

"Wanna find out?"

Angry and pained tears glossed over your eyes and he let you go with a satisfied yet small smile.

"You will, if you try to escape the camp. Take them to the barracks."

He watched as you and Hobie were dragged away, a last glance to the place before he followed to then lead his men back to the castle.

You'd certainly try to anger the top dog.

[duskrosecreatesstuff]

The Hedge Maze Thing ...

... is finally ready, and just in time to slip in to #HalsinTavWeek in a perfect spot between Day #4 (Magical Mishap) and Day #5 (Bondage). As before, inspiration for this came from this beautiful image, and a wild conversation with @pedros-immaculate-vibes

Garden Party

Halsin and his "little fox" are attending a prestigious masquerade event. As the evening starts to slow down, she suggests they slip away for some "alternative" entertainment.

Pairing: Halsin / Tav

Content warnings: Explicit smut, Outdoor sex, (Very) Light Bondage, Soft Dom Halsin, Orgasm delay, PiV sex.

Word count: 3.5k

Read on AO3

Taglist: @thoughts-of-bear @clairetheflower @sensitivesoil1008

Halsin moved through the crowd with ease, using his size to his advantage, parting the clusters of masked party goers still lingering between the flowerbeds.  He moved with purpose, but not too quickly; he still took the time to return a nod here, a word there, cautious to stay blended in with the attendees of this masquerade party.  The last thing either of them needed was to draw attention; after all, they weren’t here as true guests, they were here as representatives of the local wildlife agency, ostensibly to help ensure the event went smoothly, in reality to sneak a careful word here and there in the right ears, and secure their funding for the next year.

How had she snuck through so quickly?  Her choice of a fox mask for this charity event seemed quite appropriate, Although he had chosen a bear, so he didn’t get to judge. His nostrils flared as he neared the roped off entrance to the hedge maze, and caught her scent; her perfume mingled with the bouquet of the sparkling wine she had been sneaking the occasional glass of.  A perk of the evening, she had decided.  As the event had drawn on, he had noticed the sparkle of the wine touch her eyes, perhaps she had helped herself to one too many?  Or perhaps she simply had a devilish idea.

The latter, as it turned out.  She had noticed him standing off to one side, surveying the elite of the local councils and such from behind his bear mask.  He hadn’t missed her sidling up to him, her movements and the smile on her face suited to her delicate fox mask.  

“There you are.  I wanted to see if you might be up for a little fun.”

“Such as?” he murmured quietly, for her ears only.

“I thought you might like to try the hedge maze with me.” She tilted her head to look up at him, her smile and the hint of a raised eyebrow behind her mask suggesting she had more on her mind than a gentle walk through the raised bushes.

“We’ve both been through there before.”

“Yes.  But-” she brought her lips close to his ear, as much to brush them against it, as to ensure her next words were for him alone. “-what if we made it a little game.  I’ll go in, you give me … shall we say …  five minutes head start? And then you follow.  If you catch me before I get to the centre, you win.”

“And what would be my prize, little fox?”

She nipped gently at his ear, as she pressed her body in close to his. “I imagine my bear would love to devour his prey, wouldn’t he?” she whispered.

He gave a low moan, and glanced down at her, a wicked gleam in his eyes.  “Two.”

“Two?”

“You get two minutes.  Not five.  Now go.”

*****

Her eyes had gone wide at the time reduction, and he had given her ass a quick swat to encourage her to run.  She had yelped at the sting of it, then giggled as she turned to leave.  Halsin took a deep breath as he watched her go, that giggle echoing in his ears, the skirts of her dress bouncing as she stepped quickly through the throng of people.  It was going to be a long two minutes.

*****

He paused at the entrance to the maze, taking a cautious look around before slipping past the velvet rope barrier. It cost him precious seconds, but he knew once he was out of sight, he had the advantage.  Not only had he done this maze in the past, he had her scent to follow.  He passed between the stone columns of the entrance, and vanished into the shadows.

Straight on, make a right, then a left turn here, left again there.  Right again at that crossing.  He navigated the soft paths with ease and a speed that most would find surprising given his size.  He paused only briefly to scent the air, certain he would find her in time.  Until the flutter of silk and ribbons caught his attention, and he paused to grab the pretty fabric from the branch it was hanging from.  He’d seen this before.  A few hours earlier.

*****

They had laid out their chosen outfits for the evening on the bed. A deep green shirt and simple black dress trousers for him.  An off-the-shoulder dress of pale green velvet with silver leaves embroidered on it for her.  And their masks; his, a bear painted on soft leather, hers, a beaded filigree mask in the shape of a fox, with green crystals accenting the eye holes.

She had come out from the bathroom dressed in the matching set of pink undergarments, everything designed to draw his eye, and yet conceal everything from him.  A lightweight corset, with ribbons lacing the front to snugly mould against her body.  A pretty little garter belt, with delicate straps holding up lace topped stockings.  And the final piece, a whisper of silken fabric between her thighs, held in place with ribbons tied into neat bows over her hips.

He stared unabashedly as she covered the vision with her dress.  He couldn’t help but think about how much he wanted to grab those ribbons in his teeth and pull.  One thing was sure, he was going to have fun with those later, he had promised himself.

And now, she was missing that key piece.  And not only that, she’d denied him the pleasure of removing it himself.  He growled to himself at her audacity.  And again, louder, as he realised he had fallen for the distraction.  Clever little vixen.  He took a deep breath, and felt a rush of arousal as he noticed the extra note to her scent now.  He stuffed the underwear into his pocket and resumed the chase, all the more determined to win now.

He neared the last turn before the central area, and noticed her scent went down the wrong path.  Had she forgotten the way?  Or had that wine gone to her head a little?  No matter.  He had her.  He grinned wickedly as he took the correct path, and made it to the small clearing, the bronze statue of a young owlbear that marked the centre shining in the moonlight.  Its beak was brighter than the rest, where countless hands had touched it, marking their success in achieving the centre of the maze.  He settled himself on the stone bench in front of the statue, and pulled off his mask, resting it against the owlbear’s paw.

He didn’t have to wait long.  She ran through the leafy arch, skidding to a stop when she saw him reclining on the bench. 

“Fuck!” She swore, panting.

“Oh, I intend to, my pretty little thing.”  His voice was low but carried perfectly well to her ears. “Lose your way?”

“No!” she said indignantly.  She huffed. “I tripped as I cast Misty Step, it sent me off course.” she admitted, sheepishly.  He laughed, a deep, low rumble.

“So you did lose your way.  And … I think you lost more than that.”  He pulled his hand out of his pocket, revealing the prize he had tucked in there, the pretty item he had plucked from the branch.

She smiled at him coyly. “But the deal was you had to catch me before I got to the centre.  So I win.”

“But you’re not at the centre.” he countered, reaching his hand up to touch the beak of the owlbear statue.  “You know as well as I do, this is the centre.  You’re not there yet.”  He stood up, clearly meaning to block her from it, and fixed her with a predatory smile.  “But you’re welcome to try.”

Her eyes darted around, quickly assessing her options.  The space was not large, but offered just enough space for her to dodge around him.  If she was fast enough.  Misty Step was exhausted until she rested. So cunning it would have to be.  She feinted to her left, watching for him to follow her movement, then leaped to the right, reaching to touch the statue as she jumped.

He was expecting her trick.  And she leaped right into his arms.

They wrapped around her, trapping her, unexpectedly graceful in the way he spun her away from the statue, putting it out of her reach.  He brought them to a stop facing the statue, his hands on her hips, and he pulled her roughly back against him.

“Did you really think that would work?” he laughed,  his lips brushing against her neck.  “No matter.  I win.”

She shivered, breathless for a whole other reason now.  She could feel the growing bulge behind her, as his hands drifted up over her body, brushing over the curve of her breasts, up to her bare shoulders, and then slowly down her arms.  As he reached her wrists, he gripped them both, tugging them behind her, pinning them together with one hand, as the other reached to his pocket.  She felt ribbons being wrapped around her wrists, binding them together.

“I had planned to enjoy taking these off you later.  And you’ve denied me that.  So I’m going to use them to enjoy you another way”

The ends of the ribbons brushed against her palms, and she grabbed at them reflexively. He noticed, and leaned in to nip at her ear.

“Behave.” His voice was a soft growl. “If you pull on those, if you try to free yourself, I'll stop. I’ll stop everything I’m doing to you, and I will leave you wanting.”

She shivered at his commanding tone, but obediently opened her hands to let the ribbons drop.

“Good girl.”  He gently nudged her towards the bench in front of the statue.

“Now,” he stepped in close behind her again, and tugged at the laces that held her mask.  “I don’t want to ruin this.” He took the delicate mask in both hands, and lifted it carefully off her head, reaching forward to place it with his on the statue. “But I do plan on ruining you.”

He spun her to face him, his hands on her shoulders again, and he moved in to kiss her greedily, his tongue demanding entrance that she willingly gave.  His hands trailed back down her body, pausing to cup and squeeze at her breasts, pinching at the hardening nipples, which he could feel poking through, despite the layers of fabric, and she moaned in response.

He moved his hands farther down, to her waist, and he pressed down on her hips, guiding her to sit on the stone bench, keeping close enough to her body to force her knees apart to accommodate him.  He lowered himself to kneel in front of her, and his hands continued their path down, across her thighs, down her calves, to the hem of her skirts.  She gasped, tilting her head down to look at him, as he worked his hands beneath the fabric.  He looked and caught her eye, holding her gaze as he trailed fingertips back up over her stockinged legs, pausing when he reached the lace tops, stopping himself from touching the bare skin at the tops of her thighs.  He caught her leaning back a little, pressing her hips forward for him.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you tonight?”

“Please.” she whispered, feeling the start of an ache in her core, and ache that his touch would relieve.

“Please, what?”

She groaned. “Please touch me.”

She whined as he pulled his hands away completely, but only to gather up her skirts and lift them up to rest around her waist, careful not to touch her bare skin.  He put a hand on each knee, and pressed gently, spreading her open. With her legs this wide apart, he admired the way the moonlight glistened on the moisture already seeping from between her folds.

“Already dripping for me, my love?  I might think you wanted to lose.”

“I wanted to win.” she protested, her breath coming in soft pants.

“Really.” his disbelief clear.  “And instead, you’re all mine.” He brushed his thumbs over the exposed skin of her thighs, and watched the muscles jump at his touch. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He ran his fingers across her thighs, around to her hips, further back to the plush curves of her ass, digging his fingers into the soft flesh, as he dipped his head to kiss the top of one stocking, then the other.  Then a kiss to one bare thigh, then the other.  She whimpered, arching her hips up to him again.  She could feel his lips curl into a smile.

“So desperate already, my heart?  And I haven’t even reached your favourite spot.  Yet.”

Another kiss, higher still, his nose nudging at the apex of her thighs, breathing in that scent he’d been tracing through the maze. She moaned, writhing her hips in invitation, wordlessly begging for him to give her more.  He pulled his head away for a moment, watching her desperate movements.  But only for a moment, as he admitted to himself how much he wanted to taste her, to take that dripping nectar on his tongue.  He bent his head back down, licking slowly up her slit, spreading her folds apart with his skilled tongue, dipping between them as his nose brushed against her clit.

She let her head fall back as she whined, arching her back to press her hips up to him, a desperate invitation to give her more.  He moved his hands to lightly hold her hips, keeping her still as he pressed his tongue inside her, the taste of her filling his mouth.  He listened to her gasp as he moved his tongue, lapping deeply.

“Halsin … please,” she whispered, and he knew what she wanted.  He slid one hand from her hip, his thumb moving to press circles over her slick, swollen clit.  He could feel the quiver in her thighs, could hear her breath growing ragged, knew he had brought her right to the edge, and knew she wanted nothing more than for him to tip her over it.  Usually, he’d also love nothing more.  But tonight …

He pulled back, and looked up, licking his lips as he listened to her keening moan when she realised he was going to deny her.

“Please!” she gasped, her voice a high pitched whisper.

“Need something?” he asked, his tone feigning curiosity.

“Please,” she begged between gasps, “I need … I want … let me …”

He smiled wickedly at her inability to string a sentence together.  Of course he knew exactly what she wanted, but he wasn’t going to let her have it, not just yet.  Instead he stood up, and she could see the clear, hard outline of his cock right in front of her.  She leaned forward to grab the fastening of his trousers with her teeth, working to release the fabric.  He paused, grinning down at her - he’d indulge her for a moment or two.  She was going to struggle to achieve her goal, and the friction of the fabric as she tugged it back and forth felt good to his swollen self.

She succeeded in opening the button, and worked to open his trousers further, a small growl of frustration vibrating against him, and he gave a low moan of his own, which only served to increase her determination.  Hells, she wished her hands were free, she wanted to push the fabric out her way so badly, but she knew he’d keep his threat, so kept them obediently behind her.

“Let me help you, my little love.”  he offered, releasing himself from the confines of his clothing and she wasted no time in moving her head in close, breathing in that scent of herbs and musk that was so uniquely him.  She reached her tongue out to lick his exposed length, her own aching frustration momentarily forgotten, pressing her tongue flat to taste as much of him as she could, brushing her lips over the smooth skin, swirling her tongue over him, tasting the salt of his pre-cum as it beaded from the tip.

He threaded the fingers of one hand into her hair, and pulled her head back, forcing her to release him from her mouth.  She looked up at him with a whimper.  With his other hand, he scooped up her thigh, and pushed, pivoting her on her ass so she was sideways on the bench.  He knelt between her thighs, reaching behind her to tug the ribbons loose, releasing her wrists.  He placed his hands on her upper arms, guiding her to lay back on the bench, as he loomed up over her, the stone cool and rough against her bare shoulders.  He slid his hands down to her wrists, lifting them up above her head, and looped the ribbons over the armrest and back around her wrists.

She looked up into his lovely hazel eyes, unsure if the spark she saw was a reflection of the light, or that flash of gold he sometimes got when his control was on its edge.  She didn’t have time to figure it out, as he tied the knots again, and leaned in to kiss her, hungrily, greedily pressing his tongue to her lips, which she parted willingly, desperate for any contact with him. He moved a hand quickly down her body, fingers quickly finding her soaked entrance, and sliding a single one inside her, feeling her sigh against his mouth.  He added a second finger, his movements slow as he slid them in and out of her, letting her adjust to the stretch of him, preparing her, feeling her soft moans against his tongue.

He pulled his hand away, using his wet fingers to stroke his cock, spreading her juices over himself, mixing with more of his pre-cum.  He guided himself to line up with her entrance, and pressed slowly inside her, pausing once the head of his cock was nestled within her soft walls.

She wanted so badly to reach for his hips, and pull him deeply into her, but she didn’t dare risk being denied her reward, not when she was so close.  So she settled for arching her back, trying desperately to buck her hips up and force him deeper.

He lifted himself away from kissing her, pausing for a moment to admire her laying there in the moonlight, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving as her breath came in small pants.  He reached around her hips to lift her slightly. He smiled down at her, lovingly.

“More?”

“Please” she whispered breathlessly.

He lifted her a little further into his lap, sliding deeper into her, as she cried out in pleasure.  His fingers dug into her soft curves to hold her steady as he started a slow rhythm, barely giving her time to adjust to the stretch of him filling her, listening to her soft moans at each roll of his hips.  He knew that since he brought her so close to the edge already, that it wasn’t going to take much to have her seeing stars beneath him.

“My pretty little thing, you feel so good.” Her hips bucked up at the praise, her hands tugging at her ties, grasping at air, but still obedient, not pulling herself free.  He rewarded her by increasing his pace, driving harder into her, his cock pulsing as her moans changed to frantic whimpering, her body responding to the pounding, her climax within her reach once more.  He moved a hand to brush a thumb over her clit, watched her jaw clench as she hissed through her teeth.

“Let go, my little fox.  Scream for me.”

She gave a high pitched growl as she came, her body tensing beneath him, her back arching up and her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, as if she wanted nothing else than to merge her body with his completely.  He felt her walls clench around him, a steady pulse as he continued to move deep inside her, his movements rougher as he chased his own climax.  A few more thrusts and he let loose a deep growl, as his throbbing cock pumped his seed deep inside her.  He leaned down to kiss her, her tongue eager to taste him as her body quivered in the cool night air. He reached up to pull the ribbons loose, tucking the scrap of fabric back into his pocket.  She immediately reached to wrap her arms around him, and pulled him in close against her, as their breathing slowed.

Their moment of afterglow was disturbed by a couple of loud bangs, and glittering sparks lit up the night sky.  She smiled at the sight.

“I think I already saw my own fireworks.”

Halsin grinned at her.  “We should get back though, the party is almost at an end.”

She laughed.  “Perhaps a slower walk back.  Not sure my legs could take another race.”

“Good.”

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!How about a croissant!

Scenario:- a fellow agent pushes your boundaries and loki makes sure they never will again

Pairing:- loki x fem!reader

Genre:-fluff

Type:-oneshot

A/N:-wrote this for a friend a while back,thought i might as well post it~

Slow music floated throught the air as the annual avengers gala took place.An event where the Earths mightiest heroes got to meet some of the most elite socialites in tony starks circle

But the whole gathering,this entire event;it made you uncomfortable.

You preferred curling up with a book by the window as opposed to a hoity toity gala,but as an avenger,you had expectations to meet and responsibilities to fulfill.

And this was one such responsibility.

So you sucked it up and put on a brave face.

One night couldnt hurt could it?

The music stopped as the focus of the entire room was suddenly directed towards the man of the night;Anthony Edward Stark.

Tony thrived in situations like this.it was one of his quaities that you admired the most.

But as you backed away towards the food table,seekimg refuge among the croissants and macaroons,you felt a strong and unfamiliar arm wrap itself around your waist.

You froze.

Who was this?Why were they up in Your space??HOW COULD YOU GET OUT OF THIS????

Just as your internal panic was about to reach an all time high,the person spoke.And to your complete and utter disgust,you knew who it was.

“Where’re you goin Agent l/n?Stark’s just startin”

“Agent cisco,I was just..going over to the snack table....gatherings really arent my thing...”

You said through gritted teeth,praying to and god that’d listen to get you out of this weird and creepy interaction.

“Come on sweetheart,dont be like that...you gotta be social!live a little!”as the words left his lips,he tried to tighten his grip and hold you close.And just as he tried manuveuring you into a hug,a greenish-brown vine slithered towards you both.

Cisco stared at it curiously and only after it had begun to slither up his leg did he realise,

IT WAS A SNAKE!

He yelped out and threw you to the side so as to save himself,but as soon as he’d turned his back,the snake turned into a charming young man with sleek black hair that had been tied into a bun at the nape of his neck.

The man caught you before you hit the floor and admired you with his emarald green eyes,a smirk perfectly playing on his face.

“Well,i knew you’d fallen for me but i never thought id have to actually catch you darling~” came his voice.silky sweet and smooth as honey.

You rolled your eyes at his comment.

“Loki,its about time you showed up...where were you??”You fire back.

“Oh you know my love,godly things and all.I made it though didnt I?” He said before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

It was supposed to be a quick peck,but the moment your lips met his,he decided to deepen the kiss,your arms went to wrap themselves around his neck while his hands circled your waist,pulling you impossibly close~

You came up for air a minute later to see cisco staring at the two of you in horror!

HAD HE JUST-TRIED TO-HIT ON LOKI’S GIRLFRIEND?!

Loki let go of you but still held onto your hand as he looked down his nose at the petrified man before him,and in a tone dripping with the venom of malicious intent,said, “Can i help you?”

“N-NO-SIR NOT AT ALL! SORRY SIR- I-I DIDNT-“

Loki placed his hands on cisco’s shoulders before whispering into his ear,

“If you ever try anything like that with my y/n , you’ll have my dagger to deal with and i hate soiling my blades with filth.Have I made myself clear?”

“Y-YES SIR! SORRY SIR-IT WONT HAPPEN AGAIN SIR!”

And with that he took off running towards the exit.

Loki turned back to you,a proud yet playful smirk playing on his lips, “Now then love,how about a croissant?”

You smiled at him.

“I’d like nothing more.”

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Bestie: "A true work of art" (Lee!Larry, Lers!Brassius, Hassel)

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Through no fault of his own, Larry found himself in a rather peculiar situation.

“Come now- there’s no point in fighting it.” Despite his words, Brassius’ tone lacked any real impatience, his smile soft as he continued clawing at the businessman’s ribs from behind. “You know you’re going to laugh, Ray. It’s a given.”

“Now Brassy, you know how our dear Ray Ray is.” Hassel cooed from his spot at Larry’s feet, keeping one foot in an armlock as the other scratched against his sole. “You have to give him a certain type of motivation.”

“Mmmph! N-Noohohoho, stahhahap it!” Larry yelped, covering his mouth with one hand as he stubbornly refrained. They wouldn’t get the better of him- he was an elite four member! Not that…really meant anything in this particular moment, but he had some pride!

“Ah, how could I forget?” Brassius tsked in mock disappointment, leaning in so he was right by the other man’s ear. “Come now, Ray Ray. We just want to hear that adorable laughter of yours~ It would make you all the more precious if you did.”

“Brassy is right! Our precious Ray Ray would be all the more adorable if he let himself laugh!” Hassel reached up, going for the awful spot beneath Larry’s toes. “Ah? There it is!”

“Gehhahahahhhaha! Nohohohohohohoo!” The trapped man broke, bursting into lively giggles as his partners attacked his tickle spots with fresh vigor. “Brhahahahahhahahss! Hahahhahahhahss! Stahhahahahap ihihiihihihihit!”

“There it is! Like music to my ears! Ah, what a beautiful sound, isn’t it Brassy?” Hassel lit up, looking back at Brassius with warm eyes. The beginning of tears were there, but that was to be expected for the man.

“A true work of art, indeed.” The green haired man smiled, leaning down to press a kiss against Larry’s temple as he continued worming his hands along his ribs. “Just like our Ray Ray.”

Candy Heart Prompts Are Officially CLOSED!

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"Unlocking the Secrets: How to Choose the Best Japanese Luxury Restaurants in Dubai"

As Dubai is known for luxury and tapering appetites, the city boasts an eclectic collection of affluent restaurants. In these scenic spots, dubai restaurant downtown provides a unique blend of flavours native to the place, modern culinary methods, and opulence in the eating environment. With so many great Japanese luxurious restaurants in Dubai listed, choosing the best one can be a stunning decision. The next few paragraphs aim to assist you in adventurous discovery for Japanese restaurants where you will learn to choose exclusively the best for the most exquisite experience. This article is dedicated to the Nazcaa, for it is the embodiment of culinary art par excellence.

Understanding Japanese Luxury Dining

The first thing you should grasp is that the Japanese luxury restaurant is not what makes it (the luxury restaurant) special, but rather its combination of exquisite culinary expertise and attention to detail. Luxury dining is characterized by the following elements: 

Exquisite Cuisine: The food should be of the best quality and have a taste of something exclusive and superb with unusual and top-quality ingredients inculcated. The chefs are in most cases tops on their game, with unprecedented training in finer details of Japanese culinary traditions.

Ambience and Decor: The atmosphere is supposed to be elegant and sophisticated with the classy interior which in turn is a quiet and impartial line that reflects Japanese culture.

Exceptional Service: The staff should be highly trained, attentive and capable of providing great services to each customer.

Exclusive Experience: Exclusive dining establishments regularly offer you personal dining rooms, personally selected menus, and popular events as a means to differentiate themselves.

Tips for Choosing the Best Japanese Luxury Restaurant

1. Research and Reviews: Start with browsing the list of prime Japanese high-end restaurants in Dubai online. Search for reviews on TripAdvisor, Google, and Yelp, but beware of biased comments. Include their pros and cons. Whether it is about the location and cleanliness or the service quality, nowadays you can find the information to determine where you will go on your vacation. Check reviews which talk about the quality of food, service, atmosphere and overall experience in detail. Pay attention to such kinds of reviews. Criticism from food authorities and websites about food can likewise prove to be a big help.

2. Chef’s Reputation: The chef's reputation opens too many doors in luxury dining. A look at both the quality of the menu and the education of the chef(s) at the restaurants you are considering. Good cooks usually have their very own as well as special spices and artistic touches on all the dishes they prepare. Most sophisticated Japanese restaurants in Dubai have been taken over by chefs who boast of excellent experience from Michelin-starred restaurants or training in Japan.

3. Menu and Specialties: Examine the restaurant’s menu. A luxury Japanese restaurant must also present a wide variety of dishes, which will incorporate sushi, sashimi, tempura and kaiseki (formal Japanese meal). Take a close look at flagship attributes, distinct attributes, and signature dishes that puts the restaurant in a class of its own. The menus depend on the season and sometimes elite, rare ingredients may be used to show a first-class restaurant.

4. Authenticity: Authenticity is the backbone of Japanese cookery. Make sure the restaurant's chef follows the authentic Japanese cooking techniques and uses the authentic ingredients. For example, some luxury restaurants ship seafood directly from Japan to preserve authenticity. Such practices not only cost more but also have a huge environmental impact. In addition, the fact that there are Japanese chefs or the Japanese cooking staff employed could also give an impression of the restaurant's authenticity.

5. Ambiance and Decor: An environment which represents modesty, as well as the beauty of the utmost elegance and simplicity in Japanese design, should be recreated by the layout and decorations. Select a venue that offers an exquisite and cultured ambience and is graced with adding such elements as art, architecture, and dim lighting. There would be a modern dining design with the potential of private tables for our diners.

6. Location and View: From the point of view which this is not the central factor the location of a restaurant and a view, can go along with dining. The restaurants located in popular areas of the city with a view to distinctive landmarks such as the Burj Khalifa and the Dubai Marina will create an ambience which may be considered part of the city's brand image.

7. Price and Value: It does not bear a high price tag, of course, but it should, nevertheless, offer good value for money. Such as food quality, service, and everything related to the experience. Some restaurants have tasting menus or set courses leading to a better experience determined by a fixed price, that price could be the way to ascribe value.

8. Recommendation is the Most Powerful: Opinions of trusted individuals like friends and acquaintances are highly valued. People who have sojourned in wealthy restaurants in Dubai can give out insider information and restaurants that they unlikely heard of but can give a good experience.

Nazcaa: The Ultimate Ancillary of The Exigent Jap Luxury Dining in Dubai

One restaurant that marks the way in the dining world among so many Japanese restaurants in Dubai is Nazcaa. At the very centre of Dubai, Nazcaa dishes out a Japanese cuisine like you have never tasted before because this is a new and unique fusion between the traditional food of Japanese people and the exciting methods applied in the cooking of the modern world.

Chef and Cuisine: The restaurant remains industry-leading due to a staff of chefs with deep knowledge of exclusive Japanese food and many years of experience in the segment. The main chef, who is differentiated by his creative vision, is equally dedicated to the conventional methods and becomes involved in the preparations of every menu. Nazcaa offers a variety of beautiful menu items and every dish is masterfully prepared; starting from its sushi and sashimi up to artful kaiseki. The cuisine of the restaurant emphasises the use of the freshest ingredients with many of these ingredients being sourced right from Japan.

Ambience and Decor: The ambience of Nazcaa puts together a mix of contemporary style and comfort with traditional Japanese beauty. The decor of the restaurant is minimalist but combines subtle Oriental elements to make it a comfortable and exquisite surroundings for all the visitors. Offering tactile and social intimacy in the fine-dining area of important goals, with private dining rooms available for special occasions and business meetings.

Unique Experiences: The things that distinguish Nazcaa are the dining options, including the unique ones. The omakase part is the highlight, here, where the guests just leave it all in the hands of the chef, who then can lavish the best ingredients and the most refined cooking techniques. The restaurant also includes a teppanyaki grill, where the staff cooks in front of the customer's table.

Conclusion

Select the Japanese restraunt downtown by bearing in mind the famous chef, type of menu, authenticity, environment creation and best service quality, as well as unique experiences. Log onto Nazcaa`s website, the top Japanese restaurant in the heart of Dubai, where the service of our chefs is uncompromised, leaving visitors with fascinating memories of our dishes. Whether you are celebrating a special event(s), a business dinner that honours the cheese of Japanese cuisine or simply pampering yourself in luxury dining, Nazcaa offers you the gustatory travel of a lifetime; which is the high peak of Japanese culinary arts.

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Tamko Roofing Installation Benefits

Roofing in NJ TAMKO roofing products offer an excellent combination of cut, color, and coverage, providing only the best options to their customers. Over the past few decades, the roofing industry has seen significant advancements, with manufacturers continually improving their products. Choosing the right shingles is crucial for ensuring an effective roof. Picking the right roof material for your house can feel like a lot, with options like asphalt, cedar, metal, wood shingles, rubber, copper, slate, and tile. But most roofs use asphalt shingles, with TAMKO being a favorite choice. Here are the top five reasons why installing asphalt roofing, especially TAMKO, is so popular.   SHINGLES FOR EVERY BUDGET AND PREFERENCE Everyone has their own preferences when it comes to choosing roofing materials, and budget plays a big part too. Fortunately, TAMKO provides a variety of roofing shingle options to suit any budget and style preference. Whether you prefer a classic or modern look, TAMKO likely has the perfect roofing shingle for you among their wide range of offerings. From basic 3-tab asphalt shingles to more advanced and durable architectural and laminated shingles, TAMKO has something for everyone. Some of their popular offerings include StormFighter IR, Heritage, Heritage Vintage, and Elite Glass-Seal. BETTER WARRANTIES When you’re planning a roofing project, the warranty is a crucial factor to think about. TAMKO shines in this aspect, offering some of the best warranty coverage in the industry. For their architectural and laminated shingle range, TAMKO provides a limited lifetime warranty. If you opt for Elite Glass 3 shingles, you’ll receive a limited warranty of 25 years. Moreover, you have the flexibility to transfer the warranty to a new homeowner if you choose to sell your property. SHINGLES THAT ARE BUILT TO LAST Asphalt shingles are famous for being tough, and TAMKO’s durability is backed by thorough testing and certifications. They’re sturdy enough that you won’t need to do a lot of upkeep like you might with other roofing materials. Most types can handle extreme temperatures, strong winds, fire, and ice without a problem. HIGH WIND RESISTANCE Weather conditions vary across the country, with some places being warm and sunny while others are colder. TAMKO shingles are made to handle strong winds, which makes them a great pick for homeowners and contractors in areas where hurricanes, tornadoes, and other high-wind events are common. Their top-tier shingle, the Titan XT, even has the highest wind warranty compared to other shingles. WIDE COLOR RANGE AVAILABLE A major reason to pick TAMKO shingles for your next roofing job is their great look. TAMKO gives you lots of choices in shingle styles and colors, so you can find the perfect one to match your home’s style and make it look even better. The Titan XT architectural shingle comes in 22 different colors, including popular ones from their America’s Natural Colors series like Weatherwood, Rustic Cedar, and Autumn Brown. Besides color, TAMKO offers different shingle styles to match what you like. Their MetalWorks line has shingles that look like slate and shake, giving you even more options to suit your taste.   If you are looking for contractors for your upcoming home renovation projects at New America Construction we provide roofing estimates for all NJ homeowner. Call us for more information 973-804-9400  Find us in: Facebook, Instagram, Google and Yelp. 

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2023 Year in Review

Made Yelp Elite

Hit 4 plates on leg press (that’s 410 lbs babyyy)

Got coolsculpting

Honduras mission trip!

Passed the CBSE on the first try

First skating competition! Just an in-house but went pretty well :)

10 yr anniversary of mom’s death🕊️

Won gold at Skate Nashville!

Patellofemoral syndrome……

Half alive concert

Alicia’s graduation👩🏾‍🎓

Internal Medicine Clerkship✅B+

RENAISSANCE tour (literal bucket list item completed)

Grey’s Anatomy style Seattle sightseeing

Surgery Clerkship✅got an A!

Tah-dah🍒

Did one (1) pull up

AWS National Conference

Cardiac stress test (The Bruce protocol is a bitch🥲)

Peds Clerkship✅B+

Got the 2024 LTTF scholarship!!

First time going to Scott Hamilton & Friends. Such a great event!

Started taking beginner hip-hop

Car broken into🥲

Skating holiday show

Clean flip jump! New fave?👀

Saw Kyndall in court

2nd annual orphan Christmas

Cooked Christmas dinner

[lydia-zarefoss]

WWR Internship Week 4

Hello! It is hard to believe that I am already four weeks into my internship with Women Who Rock. We discussed various details about the upcoming show, including the number of volunteers (particularly from Point Park University) and the involvement of several major sponsors, like Gibson Guitars. We did a lot of digging on Amazon to find information about items that we could use for our pink pumpkin patch. We then posted any links to the materials we identified on a shared page. For a news story on WWR and the benefit concert, I had the opportunity to write a testimonial about my internship. I really enjoyed being able to reflect on how much I have learned with this only being my fourth week. Following our on-campus meeting, we headed to the Yelp Elite Event at pop-up shop. There were several female-owned vendors set up and live music performed by a female artist, making this event a lot of fun to attend. We had some free time to roam around and socialize, but after a while we picked up a microphone and went around to interview some of the attendees and sellers for a TikTok. We asked them things like, "What do you love about being a part of the Yelp Elite Squad?" and "What do you love about being a female-owned business?"

We began Friday's work by organizing the inventory according to size, then counting each item to enter into a spreadsheet. Since team work makes the dream work, we completed that task in record time. Then, in preparation for the benefit concert, we began gathering lanyards and attaching all of the clear cardholders to them. It took a while because there were so many lanyards, but we still had a good time! Last but not least, we had the opportunity to view several t-shirt designs and select our favorites. We also discussed a few possible changes for the text on the front.

That's all for week 4!

[natashacynn]

Yelp Elite Event: 2nd Annual Dine & Play at ICON Park

“What’s it like being a food influencer?” “Why do you Yelp and write reviews?”

It’s a question I get asked after I mention I go to Yelp Elite events or do influencer stories for restaurants and food brands. To answer simply— it’s fun & rewarding! :) It started as a hobby and a way for me to meet new people. I enjoy writing and trying new things. I get to be a part of the foodie community. When I had severe depression during Covid, I turned to Yelping as a hobby. I also made friends through the foodie & Yelp community when I moved to San Jose & Florida. Besides Yelping, I also write reviews on Google Maps as a Local Guide. Again, it’s mainly just for fun and bragging rights… but that’s for another post. I started writing on Google Maps a few months ago and I’m at level 6 with over 500k views on my reviews.

Let’s Get Back to Talking About Yelp’s 2nd Annual Dine & Play @ ICON Park ^.^

You can find my original Yelp review here. Below is a copy of it:

”Free valet or garage parking. A total of 13 businesses participated in this Yelp elite event. Check-in was smooth! I'm looking forward to seeing our group photo! -- 1) Brother Jimmy's (Check-In): The Mac and cheese was the favorite thing I tasted from them. The buffalo cauliflower was tart. The pulled pork & chicken sandwich was bomb. 2) Gordon Ramsay Fish & Chips: The Fish, Shrimp, & Chips were yummy. It came with 2 sauces. Signature Milkshake. 3) Tin Roof: Great live music (I think it's all day) & tacos. 4) Sloppy Joe's: Sloppy Joe hot dogs, nachos, mojitos, & margaritas. Free t-shirt! 5) The Lawn Bar: Tequila Sunrise was complimentary. 6) Brick & Fire Pizza: Slice of exotic pizza... first time I had fried banana pepper. 7) I-Cafe De Paris: Yummy strawberry & chocolate crepe; one of my event favorites. 8) The Wheelhouse Bar: Received a souvenir cup with my drink! 9) Max Action Arena: Received a Play Card. :) 10) In the Game: Received a Play Card. :) 11) Sky Bar: Complimentary drink... thank you for the High Noon. 12) Wheel of Icon Park: The Ferris wheel ride with my Yelp Elite squad was a memorable experience! 13) The Museum of Illusions: It was closed at 8 PM before the event ended. :(“

My fav food during the event was between Brother Jimmy’s & Gordon Ramsay’s. Overall, ICON Park is a cool tourist spot. I’m hoping to eventually see Madame Tussard’s Wax Museum. The Museum of Illusions changes their theme and had Halloween decor up. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to see it. I have been once during normal season. I’’m from the Bay Area, and I’ve never seen the Wax Museum there but I liked the SF’s Museum of Illusions better. If you’ve think you’ve seen everything, each city is different. SF’s Museum of Illusions uses more backdrops. Orlando’s has a consistent theme and few backdrops. They are entirely different museums.

Enjoy the photos I captured from the event!

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I was able to attend a Yelp Elite event Monday @saltcreekgrille and was blown away by the food. If you’re in the Princeton area stop by this place. I had the fresh burrata, spicy Calabrian shrimp, salt creek house salad, and the French Pear Martini— FIRST ever martini!

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[gracethomas04]

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