Successful private detective, proud business owner, consultant with the NYPD. Cecilia has everything she ever wanted in life & more. Balancing multiple cases & employees, taking down criminals, finding loved ones, & exposing adulterers, she finds just enough time to enjoy the little things in life... sometimes. Roleplay blog for Cecilia Scavo, an original character from no specific fandom but mainly crime-based. independent // selective // multi-verse // multi-ship // oc friendly Sammi // she/her // 30+ // -6 Central // tracking truthuncovered //
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I’ll be honest, I think I will be at the above blog more than here. Its been really freeing admitting how much I like to write n.sfw stuff and not letting people or assuming people judge me for it. I will always be open to not spicy and dark stuff, but its just what I enjoy writing. If you ever want to add me on d.iscord and chat or write, just ask me for it :)
I’ll be honest, I think I will be at the above blog more than here. Its been really freeing admitting how much I like to write n.sfw stuff and not letting people or assuming people judge me for it. I will always be open to not spicy and dark stuff, but its just what I enjoy writing. If you ever want to add me on d.iscord and chat or write, just ask me for it :)
Oh - realization dawns on his face when his mouth opens, and Miecz chases it away with a thick swallow. So he’s the asshole: all of that, and he got swept away running toward the next thing. It takes effort to touch base with someone after shit happens. Effort that the special agent did not take.
Miecz spreads his palms, giving a small wave. ❛ I’m aliiive! ❜
“You know, sometimes I worry about you for different reasons.” Trying to hold back the laugh proves impossible as she lets out a chuckle a moment later, shaking her head at Miecz. “You busy or can we go grab some pizza or something just as horribly delicious?”
—— 🕷 Peter was quick on his feet, the hero was renowned for his reflexes. Those reflexes were what kept him alive more often than not. However, when she closed what gap existed between the two of them he was slow to react. Fingers had found the seam where his mask met the neck of his suit and he managed to catch her wrist before the mask got too far up. Getting it off wasn’t her aim.
When their lips met he was practically at her mercy. Caught up in his surprise at the brazen act, then there was the softness and warmth of her lips that kept him from immediately jerking away. By the time she pulled away he’d found himself kissing back and that was… not how he usually acted.
“Just thought I’d thank you for saving me.” Cecilia doesn’t blame him for trying to stop her from moving his mask, its not like she asked first. The kiss was soft and sweet, his lips seemed to be perfect for the action if she were honest. She felt him kissing her back before she broke away, prompting her to smile some as she leans back in to keep kissing the masked hero.
“And that was the last piece of information I needed, the piece to the puzzle I was missing. After that everything fell into place to almost completely take down the Dockyard Dogs. They’re still around, but they’re still licking their wounds months later. I almost had the top Dog, but I had to settle for dismantling his distribution instead.” Somehow, looking at Bruce and seeing how invested he is in her tale and their conversation as a whole, she feels at ease. Most could care less about her accomplishments or that she even exists, but he’s paying attention to her and apparently no one else.
“Are you kidding me? He did not say that to you.” Cecilia is in disbelief as the two of them drive back from a crime scene, hearing Alana say such a thing. She checks the traffic around them as she looks over, bemused. “And you didn’t smack him in the dick with your cane? I’m impressed by your self-control.” Turning her attention back to the road, sometimes she can’t get over how stupid men can be.
SNOWFLAKE OBSIDIAN - you are all grit and closed fists. you refuse to let anything in through the cracks of your armor. you would burn the world to protect those you love. the heart of a warrior burns in your chest. and it also weighs your shoulders down. what is the price for being so strong? what have you sacrificed to make yourself feel safe? when was the last time you let someone see your soul? when was the last time you let someone see you and not just the masks you hide behind? not everything must be a fight.
tagged by : @silkbitten thanks for the feels.
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❛ You must be an angel 'cause dis diable blanc wants t' show you de sweet side a' sin. ❜ - gambit.
“Is that so?” Steel-grey eyes slowly scan the man before her, amused and intrigued by not only his looks and accent, but by the multitude of possibilities his words could promise. “Could you give me an example so I know what you’re referring to exactly?”