#hoping caddy helps me get over this :^)

[aldercaps]

sipping some tea in the Xorhaus

[atleastpleasetelephone]

Smut where reader is sitting on Elvis lap and he fingers her while whispering how pretty she is in her ear 😏

A/N: Thanks for this request, anon! Very much up my street, I love a lap. I think this maybe ended up a bit more emotional than you might've intended but we'll see. I have incorporated this into kinktober.

Kinktober Day 12 - Role Reversal

Pairing: BDE x Reader

Word count: 1.7K

TWs: Crying, negative self-image stuff, self-destructive behaviour, fingering.

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“Hey baby, Jerry got those photos we had done back from the photographer, if you want to see them?”

You groan. Photos of yourself are the last thing you want to see, but Elvis had been insistent about getting them done. It was a horrible day of bright lights and melting make-up, and worst of all someone telling you to smile all the time. You can’t smile for the camera. You just end up looking fake and ugly. 

“Not really,” you call back, from the other room. 

“Not really?” Elvis stomps into the room with a fist full of photographs. “These cost me a lot of money, you know.”

“It’s hardly anything in comparison to those caddies you bought the guys,” you snap back, leaning back in your armchair with a thud and pulling the book you’re reading up to your nose. 

Elvis frowns, put out by your mood. You’re usually so cheerful. 

“Look,” he demands, throwing the photos onto the open pages of your book. 

You slam the book shut without doing anything of the sort, dumping it on the table beside you and standing up. 

“I don’t want to look at photos of my stupid ugly face!” You declare, storming out of the room and into your little dressing room, slamming the door behind you. 

Elvis stands there, completely stunned. Ugly? He thinks you’re beautiful. He wanted you to see how nice the photos of you were. He thinks he looks kind of chubby, but you do such a good job of building him up and loving on his body that he doesn’t really mind. He’d actually thought about framing one or two of the photos, and wanted you to help him choose. Your reaction has completely blindsided him, and he suddenly realises that maybe you don’t like the way you look, and he’s never noticed before because you spend so much time on him instead. He walks through the room and over to your dressing room.

“Baby?” He calls, softly, through the door. 

You sit on the floor on the other side of the door, sniffing. You’d just had a good cry and you were hoping you could rearrange your face before he came looking for you. 

“I’ll be out in a minute!”

“I don’t… I…” he starts, unsure.

“Leave me alone!” You don’t mean to yell. It just comes out like that. 

Sometimes you wonder what Elvis is doing with you at all. It’s probably his lack of confidence that came with the weight gain. Eventually you’ll build him up enough and he’ll realise and leave. 

Elvis walks away, a little shaken. He’s never heard you raise your voice like that and he doesn’t like it. He makes his way down to the TV room and tries to watch three channels at once, succeeding in watching none of them. Instead he just sits there and thinks about you and realises he can’t remember the last time he told you how pretty you are. You spend so much time showering him with affection he’s forgotten that you need it too. 

It must be an hour or so later when you finally pad down the stairs in your slippers and a long summer dress. You follow the sound of the TVs and find him sitting there, staring into space. 

“Hey.”

He turns his head and smiles. “Hey yourself. C’mere.”

You sit down next to him on the sofa. He shakes his head. “No, c’mere.” Grabbing you and plonking you on his lap. 

You look down. “Sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have snapped.”

One of his big hands cups your cheek. “That’s okay honey. I probably deserved it.”

You shake your head. “No, no. You didn’t.” Looking up, you stroke his cheek now. “Should’ve wanted to look at photos of my gorgeous man,” you coo. “You can show me now if you want? You’re so handsome.”

Elvis beams, about to agree, and then he realises it’s happening again. You’re distracting from yourself by talking about him. 

“We can look at them later. Right now I want my baby to feel good.”

“I feel fine now, Elvis.” Pretending again.

His hand moves from your face to your calf, and he runs it up your leg, dragging your skirt with it, uncovering pale smooth skin. 

You grumble a little, but his practised fingers know exactly where they’re going, and it’s not long before they’re rubbing you through your panties and you’re sighing softly. He pulls you closer to him as he moves your underwear so that he can carefully slide a finger inside you. You moan. He’s so good at this. Kissing your temple, he starts to slowly work his finger in and out of you. 

“Mmmm. My pretty little girl,” he murmurs into your ear. 

You shut your eyes tightly. Why is he saying this? You’re not pretty. Opening your eyes again, you do your best to distract him.

“My sexy handsome man,” you begin, which usually makes him blush. This time though, he puts a finger against your lips. 

“Shhh. This is your time, baby.”

You frown, uncomprehending. He turns his attentions back to your pussy, slowly sliding another finger in alongside the first as he kisses your cheek, then nibbles on your earlobe. When he feels you relax again he hums sensually into your ear. 

“So pretty, baby. You’re so beautiful. My beautiful baby.”

The words make you so uncomfortable he feels you tense up again, and you make a little noise in your throat like you’re struggling not to start talking. His fingers keep pumping, and he slowly starts to rub your clit.

“My pretty girl.”

“Elvis…”

“Shhh. Prettiest girl coming undone right here on my lap. Relax, baby.”

It’s like there’s a war going on inside you. You don’t usually think about yourself, even when he’s touching you you’re usually thinking about him and what he likes. Whatever position he wants, whatever time of day, however will make him feel the best about himself. And you shower him with praise all the time. This turning of the tables has you uncomfortable and confused. You want it to stop, but at the same time you don’t. This big part of you really wants him to take care of you too. But it’s dangerous. It’s so much safer to sacrifice yourself at his altar rather than let him really see you. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? What if he leaves?

Elvis stops the love-talk in your ear to kiss you properly now. He knows you’re somewhere else, in your head, far away from him, and he wants you back. The kiss overwhelms you, he overwhelms you, his fingers pumping in and out as his thumb works your clit. You start to whine softly into his mouth and he pulls back to look at you. Your eyes screw shut and you bury your head in his chest as a thousand emotions come rising up to the surface, pleasure, fear, guilt, self-hatred, love… 

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” Elvis coos, somehow pushing you over the edge into orgasm. 

Tears spill down your face as ecstasy wracks your body. Your pussy grips his fingers and you start to sob into his shirt, helplessly. 

“Baby, baby, baby. What’s wrong?” He starts to pepper your hair with kisses. 

You can’t answer. You can’t stop crying. 

He manages to rescue his fingers, wiping them off quickly on his pants before pulling you somehow even closer to him, wrapping his reassuring arms around you and cuddling you. He keeps going with the kisses until he feels you start to calm down. He’s feeling kind of worried. Sure, women had shed the odd tear in bed with him before, but none of them had ever sobbed like this. He starts to wonder if he’s forgotten how to give you an orgasm and somehow done a secret opposite thing. 

Eventually you move your head and look at him, face red and tear-stained. You rub your face with your hands and groan.

“Now I’m really ugly. Ugh.”

Elvis sighs and shakes his head, his hand rubbing up and down your back. “I don’t know where this is coming from, honey. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“Now, honey. Why would I have picked you out in the first place if I didn’t think you were pretty? Why would you be living here with me in Graceland? Hm?”

“I don’t know. Probably you have other girls.”

“Only one I want by my side all the time. Only one I want living with me, in my bed. You know the other girls are just company for me whilst I’m on tour.”

You sigh. The other girls don’t actually bother you. What really bothers you is that he’s somehow getting around the special barrier you put up. He’s somehow noticed that you usually do all the looking after. 

“I know.”

“Okay. Well then can you let me love on you, sometimes? Can you let me tell you how beautiful I think you are, just like you have to me for the past three years?”

You grumble and shuffle about awkwardly. He really has figured out what’s been going on. 

“I want to, El. But it’s hard.”

“What’s hard about it, baby?” His hand gently pushes your hair out of your face.

You try hard to breathe normally and keep your voice steady, but it still wobbles.

“W-what if I let my guard d-down and you trample all…all over me?”

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “I promise I won’t.” 

When he sees that doesn’t seem to be holding any water with you, he holds his little finger up solemnly. “Pinkie swear.”

You can’t help smiling, despite your fears. He’s so silly. Holding your little finger up too, you let him join them together. 

“There. You can hold me to that.”

You put your head back down on his chest and he kisses the top of it, lovingly. “Okay. I’ll try,” you whisper into his chest and he smiles. 

“That’s all I can ask for.”

***

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet; 

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. 

***

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[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Double the thirst traps and pass them onto the next person - Fernando Alonso x reader

Requested by @ferfan14. Hope you like it :)

Summer break was over and done with. Fans had dubbed it the year where Fernando just posted a thirst trap and never acknowledged it. Little did they know, you were to blame. You, who dubbed every picture of Fernando, a thirst trap. Let's start from there.

Nando was a man who hated wasting time. One of the things he often said to you was that he'd wish you met sooner. So you make sure to try and spend all the quality time you can squeeze in. It was no surprise that you would rearrange your schedule to surprise him. You didn't hesitate before letting yourself into your shared apartment. Fernando swears that giving you a key was the most stressful day of his life despite having fought for a couple of WDCs. Your wonderful boyfriend was sweet. Caring. Handsome. Intelligent. But also a horrible slob. You'd chastise him for letting his clothes just sit on the floor. Right after picking them up and placing them on the bed. Who knows how much these things cost, knowing him, it could be anything.

You obviously hear the shower running. But when you listen more closely, there's also a moan. Your curiosity immediately sparks up. The worst possibility crosses your mind, and before you know it, you're creeping towards the bathroom. Nando's clothes are back on the floor, and you are on a stealth mission. You swiftly, but quietly open the door. He's alone, thank God. But then you hear a woman's moans, and you are more confused than ever. In almost slow motion, you take it all in. Your boyfriend's phone is in a waterproof case (probably a TikTok shop purchase). Your "thirst trap videos" are playing on full volume. Fernando's fingers wrapped around his cock. You're almost tempted to just stand there and watch him. But you're even more tempted at the prospect of kneeling in front of him.

All your subtlety was gone immediately, and you just cleared your throat. And that's how you almost killed him. Fernando's years of training helped him right his balance after stumbling.

"Jesus, my love, you scared me half to death."

"I'm sorry, let me help, then." Amidst it all, he was still hard. His cock slapped against his stomach, throbbing and needy.

Not caring about any makeup you have on, or that your clothes might get wet on the bathroom floor, you undress. There you are on your knees, your boyfriend wrapping your hair securely around his fist. You still tease him, placing soft kisses on his shaft before taking it in your mouth. Maintaining eye contact, you see that Fernando loves your mouth. He looks almost sinful, eyes closed, even the muscles of his neck strained in tension. Knowing him, he'd been taking his time in here, edging and teasing just like does to you. To him, sex was usually a marathon. But now it was a sprint. Even with the shower running, you can hear his telling you to take it, that you better prep for him to go harder. He's close. His "tell" is the little hip trusts, the way his free hand grips at the shower caddy for support. Feeling his phone, he gets an idea.

"Be good and let me have some pictures, okay. Tap my thigh once for yes, and twice for no." As you express your willingness, he opens the camera, and you can hear the shutter snap sounds.

He doesn't stop, intent on capturing every moment. You swear that his phone has more snaps of you in compromising positions than Aston Martin content. Despite being slightly embarrassed by being photographed, you fully commit to sucking your boyfriend off. A switch flips in your mind, and you start performing for him. Moaning, playing with your tits, anything to push Fernando over the edge. It fucking works, because he's calling you a princessa and saying the all familiar Spanish curse words. You stick out your tongue, showing your handy work to the camera for a few seconds, before swallowing.

You stand up, accepting a forehead kiss and a towel from Nando. He also dries off and joins you in bed. You cuddle up to him, enjoying the peace and quiet. His aftercare was often just playing with your hair, occasionally saying how beautiful you were. But this time he did what you thought you wouldn't have to experience again. He opened his gallery and started showing you the pictures he had just taken. Despite your protests of "you'll get yourself up rilled up for nothing, old man" and "you were there, you know how it looked," he didn't relent. He even managed to sneak in a Bereal in there, which showed off his tensed neck muscles and you, the cause of them.

"You look so good in this one. Wish it was normal, so I could go feral over it in public." You noted. Fernando was a literal man, so the next day, he posted a photo of himself training his neck on his story. And go feral you did. Let's say he was glad that he took multiple snapshots because as soon as you saw him, his neck was covered in hickeys and bites.

That wasn't the only summer break picture story that you had. Everything with Fernando came in threes.

You always joked to him that as your wealthy older boyfriend, he ought to have you on his yacht. You never really meant it, but before you know it, you're somehow on the Monaco harbor at the break of dawn. Nando even lets you wear the captain hat he got for secret Santa. You feel like you don't belong first. Then, as you realize that it's just you and him for miles, you relax. As he pours you a cocktail, you think you could get used to this.

Of course, your boyfriend wants to commemorate the moment. And you're happy because you will finally have something more interesting to post. Nando, being Nando, asks you to take some more risqué pics and your bikini top lays on the very pretty wood floor. He somehow manages to balance his phone upright and keep the camera on a timer. Before you can ask him what he's planning, he is taking off your bottoms with his teeth. There's a perfect shot of you facepalming at his eagerness.

"What? You think I just wanna stare at you on the sea. Oh no, cariño, you're getting the whole experience." Fernando says before burying his face in between your thighs.

Within seconds his nose is against your clit and his beautiful chocolate brown eyes are looking up to you. And in that moment you realize you've truly made it.

"Feels so good, pretty boy," you say as you tangle your fingers in his hair, slightly setting the pace. As much as you wanna prolong this moment and stay in the beginning of your pleasure, Fernando has other plans. He's sloppy and fast, tongue feeling like it's making out with your pussy. He spreads it open obscenely, and thrusts two fingers inside you. Pulling away and focusing on kissing your neck, he whispers the filthiest things in your ear.

"Look at how well you're doing for me. Though your cunt is so needy, you're dripping all over the nice yacht. Bet no one's ever fucked you in such a nice place. And no one else will, except me."

The combination of his dirty talk and the way he speeds takes you over the edge. Nando slows it down but keeps his fingers inside you.

"Wanna take my cock, hermosa? Is that okay with you?”

Despite already coming, you needed Fernando desperately.

"Yes, please," you say, and prepare for the slow stretch of him being inside you.

He must have been waiting for this because he doesn't hesitate. His cock is thrusting fast and hard, and making your legs shake against him.

"Oh, princessa. Look at how easily you get worked up from me. As if I didn't have you come just now. But look how greedy your cunt is, taking me so easily. Tell me what you want, what you need," he says, methodically, punctuating his sentences with particularly deep hip thrusts that leave you reeling.

"I have to come again, please. Need to, with you like this, want us to together," you plead.

"And who's the only one that makes you do this, huh? Who's the sole person that can fuck you like this. On whose cock will you be coming?" He teases.

"You, you, Fernando, only you," you say, playing into his more possessive traits. He liked the feeling of being the best, the number one, even in this. So you gave it to him. And in exchange he gave you what you wanted.

A passionate kiss, a rough squeeze to your chest, and a few more thrusts, and you had it. Your pussy, coming, squeezing against his cock. The fullness as he still tried to fuck his cum in you, get it as deep as possible. If that wasn't enough indication that he was yours and you were his, you didn't know what would be.

Apparently, it wasn't. Because when a couple of weeks passed, you posted the photos from Fernando's yacht (the safe for work ones at least). Yeah, they were a little risky, with your swimsuit leaving little to the imagination. But you didn't care much. It's not like you were posting them for anyone except for yourself and your boyfriend.

Who soon enough messaged you a screenshot. It was from his finsta, your photo, and 3 simple words. Take it down. That's all he said. To your question of why, he simply replied that he'd already seen it. But you didn't relent. If the whole world got to thirst over him, you could have 1 bikini photo. Apparently, that wasn't the case because when you said no, he simply left you with a "I hope you can wait for your reminder of who owns you, cariño. I know that as soon as I'm with you again, you'll be wishing you had removed it.”

[theres-a-body-here]

If you’re taking requests, then may I please request a sequel to your Gang Orca x Male Reader? One where they just got back from a heated missions and when they get back to their shared place. Reader is quick to take a shower, but Kugo? Well let’s just say the, muscular, orca is finally ready to to pick up where they left off with reader. Shower sex.

I changed the setting. Hope you don't mind.

Gang Orca x Male!reader

sequel to this Scumtober post

After a long day of patrol alongside Kugo, you both retreated to his agency's locker room. Exhaustion tugged at your limbs as you collapsed onto one of the nearby benches, chest heaving from the exhilaration of the chase earlier that day.

Meanwhile, Kugo strolled casually toward his own locker, opening it with practiced ease.

"How are you not tired?" you asked, wiping sweat off your brow before reaching down to retrieve a water bottle from your nearby duffle bag.

"Probably because I'm used to it by now," Kugo admitted as he rummaged through his locker.

You rose to your feet and ambled over to your locker, effortlessly spinning its dial to unlock it. Grabbing a towel, you then proceeded to strip down, preparing yourself for a shower. Occasionally, you cast glances at Kugo from the corner of your eye.

Your gaze lingered on Kugo as he mirrored your actions, peeling away layers of clothing until he stood there in only his boxers. Memories of last month flooded back—the two of you at the community pool center—and you couldn't help but shiver at the thought.

Once he started to remove his boxers, you tore your gaze away from him and you forced yourself to refocus on the task at hand; stripping down to nothing before finally gathering the courage to glance back at Kugo.

You didn't realize he had already approached silently behind you, resting a heavy hand on your shoulder.

His eyes trailed from your figure over to the showers, a clear invitation written across his features.

"Oh, uh…" you mumbled before locating your shower toiletries within your duffle bag. When you glanced back up, Kugo had already begun walking towards one of the empty stalls, prompting you to trail after him. Entering the same stall, you closed the curtain behind you.

As you busied yourself organizing your toiletries within the shower caddy, Kugo wasted no time turning on the faucet, causing warm water to splatter against your bare feet.

Suddenly, you felt his presence pressing firmly against your back, nuzzling his face affectionately into your neck. Startled, you barely managed to maintain grip on your body wash, nearly dropping it altogether in surprise.

"Boss…" you squeaked out shyly, unable to hide your embarrassment from the knowledgeable towering figure looming behind you.

He chose to ignore your initial protest, whispering huskily in your ear, "Have you been using the gift I gave you?"

A sudden flush of crimson crept across your cheeks as your mind flashes back to a particular event last week.

~~~

Your hands trembled as you held the unwrapped box close, peeking inside. Your face was flushed and you looked around to make sure no one else was watching you. You wondered if this was some sort of joke, searching your mind to think of anyone at the agency who had it out to embarrass you.

Inside the velvet-lined box lay a dildo of considerate girth, made of sleek black silicone, carefully crafted with intricate detail meant to mimic the real thing - complete with veins running along its length. On the bottom of the box was a paper card which has scribbled a simple note , 'From Kugo'.

~~~

Unable to speak, you just nod.

Kugo hummed in response before spinning you around forcefully to face him directly. With deliberate slowness, he allowed his hands to trace upwards from your hips along your torso until they rested just below your armpits.

"Have you been thinking of me while you use it?" He questioned softly, tracing a clawed finger over the faded scar on your side. It seemed almost as though he wanted to commit the memory of every line and curve of your body to memory forever.

You smiled up at him, growing gradually more comfortable as your initial shyness fades. "Who else would I think of?" You teased playfully, tilting your chin upwards defiantly.

Chuckling at your remark, Kugo leaned down to rest his chin on your head before replying in kind in his usual gruff tone, "Well, knowing you, probably some animated guy from whatever anime series you're currently obsessed with."

You pouted, looking adorably annoyed as you raised a hand to deliver a light smack against his broad chest. In response, Kugo chuckled lightly again before wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you both underneath the steady flow of hot water pouring down from the showerhead above.

As you reached for the shampoo bottle, he intervened, stopping your hand midair. You stared up at him questioningly.

"If you do that now," he explained matter-of-factly, "you're just going to have to do it again later."

Confusion clouded your expression further until his free hand drifted lower, settling firmly on your ass, giving it a playful squeeze as if to emphasize his point further.

"What if someone catches us, boss?" You questioned nervously, expecting to hear the sounds of someone entering the locker room at any second.

The Orca man merely shrugged nonchalantly, giving your bottom another squeeze for good measure. "Then we'll just have to make sure no one catches us, won't we?" He grumbled, looking down at you before leaning in closer, his mouth brushing against your cheek as he spoke huskily, "But personally, I hope they do."

"Boss! Stop!" You half-heartedly scolded, unable to hide the amusement lacing your tone. Still, despite your protests, you made no attempts to escape his grasp. If anything, your body seemed to relax further into his hold instead.

He shifted his position slightly so that his face hovered in front of your face, pressing his mouth firmly against yours. He parted his mouth open just enough to expose his tongue, inviting you to "kiss" him. Having been with Kugo for a while, you two have found ways to work around his Orca biolology.

His tongue snaked its way past your teeth as you obliged him, wrapping your lips tightly around the tip and sucking gently at first. You then took more of it, hungrily sucking on his long, tapering tongue, moaning around it as you enjoyed the taste of his saliva mixed with your own

The sound coming from deep within his throat resembled more of a growl than actual speech as he responded by pulling you impossibly closer still, pressing his throbbing length against yours. You continue to busy yourself with bobbing on his tongue.

His hands trailed slowly from your waistline upwards until they gripped your hips firmly, holding onto them tightly as he lifted you effortlessly off the ground. The position forced your hardened cock to press flush against his muscular abdomen while the underside of his shaft slid between your smooth ass cheeks.

With your legs wrapped securely around his waist, your hands pressed flat against his upper arms for balance, you couldn't help but whimper as he began moving you back and forth against his rock-hard shaft, breaking the kiss to look at him. Each slide forward caused the head of his cock to drag across your balls.

Your soft cries were muffled by the spray of water droplets cascading down from overhead as he manhandled your body with ease. One of his hands remained clamped firmly on each of your ass cheeks, kneading them roughly as his fingers dug painfully into your supple flesh.

Kugo used one hand to spread your ass apart just enough to expose your tight entrance. Without waiting for your consent—not that you would have denied him anyway—he pressed the tapered tip of his orca cock against it, applying pressure steadily until it slid passed the tight ring of muscle.

The feeling was unlike anything you had ever experienced before; the girth alone was nearly unbearable. But somehow, despite the burning sensation radiating throughout your pelvis, you found yourself wanting more.

A low groan escaped your lips as you involuntarily pushed downwards, taking more of him into yourself.

Before long, you found yourself completely impaled on his enormous length, gasping audibly as he stretched you wide open around him.

"Goddamn, you're still so fucking tight," Kugo growled, flexing his hips in short thrusts, pushing himself deeper inside of you with each motion. Your inner walls clung desperately to him, attempting to adjust to the massive intrusion.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, whimpering softly as he began thrusting upwards into you, forcing himself deeper inside of you with each stroke. "Fuck…boss…" you moaned helplessly, digging your nails into his shoulders

The warm water cascaded down both of your bodies as he mercilessly pounded his hips upward into yours, causing you to bounce lightly in response. Moans and whimpers slip out from your lips, escaping despite your best efforts to suppress them.

After a few moments, Kugo finally stopped moving altogether. Withdrawing himself slowly from your depths, he carefully set you back down on your feet before turning you around to face away from him.

Pinning you against the cool tiles lining the interior of the shower stall, he aligned his hips with yours and slid himself back inside of you. Water poured over both of your bodies as he resumed fucking you relentlessly, pinning you firmly against the tiled surface.

"Fuck…oh god…faster…" You pleaded breathlessly, spreading your legs wider in order to accommodate him better.

He complied eagerly, sliding a hand down overtop of yours and urging them higher above your head against the wall. Pressing his chest flush against your back, he adjusted his angle slightly and drove himself deeper inside of you than before.

His pace quickened significantly as he listened to you beg for more, using your body as his personal fucktoy. "

Yeah? Like this?" He asked gruffly, grinding his hips in slow circles while fully sheathed inside of you.

"Or maybe this?" He questioned again, pulling almost all the way out before slamming himself back inside, eliciting a loud cry from your lips.

Incoherent whimpers and moans spilled from your lips as he reduced you to little more than a babbling mess incapable of forming coherent thoughts anymore.

"Did I break you?" He murmured teasingly in your ear, continuing to hammer away at your prostate mercilessly.

A few more powerful thrusts sent him tumbling over the edge.

Groaning loudly, he slammed into you one final time before emptying himself deep inside of you, filling you up with his cum. Warmth flooded your insides as he finished depositing every last drop of semen into your depths.

Carefully withdrawing from your used entrance, Kugo steadied you beneath the pouring water as he wrapped his arms securely around your waist.

"Mhm, good boy," He praised softly, rubbing small circles onto your stomach as he held you there against him. "You did so well for me."

The two of you stood quietly beneath the still running showerhead, enjoying the sensation of the warm water cascading down your intertwined bodies. Contentment washed over you as you leaned further back into Kugo's solid chest, reveling in the tight, comforting hold he had on you

[wroteclassicaly]

Steve painting your toenails when you’re pregnant. You’ve never seen that man more focussed. Except that one time when he was putting your daughter’s crib together and went overboard, because he panicked it would somehow fall apart, and she’d get hurt.

“You think she’ll let me do this for her when she gets a little older?” He doesn’t look up, swiping the pastel blue across your pinky toe (the hardest one).

“She’s gotta get here first, baby.” You tease.

You pick up your cool drink, swiping a finger across the condensation, the drink he’d catered you with before getting out your nail polish caddy and supplies. Steve always makes sure to keep you pampered, knowing what you’re doing to grow his tiny human. It’s annoying sometimes, especially with your fluctuating hormones, but he takes it in stride. He’d read all the baby books before you, attended every check-up, made sure you favorite foods were available, prepared the nursery, helped you nest, even started picking up the task of assisting in shaving your legs. And when he couldn’t be there to satiate your food cravings, he always had someone on stand by who could pick it up for you.

As for the other things? You weren’t sure who was more sexually addicted to one another. Your hormones were going wild for Steve’s scent, those hands, those freckles, that mouth, his body, that thick fucking cock, his fucking hair — everything. It didn’t matter what he did, it could be something simple that would set you off. And his fascination with your newly round belly, the little kicks that appeared underneath his massive palm, how tender you seemed to be between your legs or your breasts.

Your tits… fuck. The way they’ve swollen with milk in preparing to feed your daughter, all the visuals that Steve has, the way he holds the heavy globes, caressing, indulging, fascinated in your body changing and giving you what you need for a new person to enter the world. You and Steve had made that decision immediately. To feed her from your breast, if you could, hoping she wouldn’t have trouble taking. The way his heart swelled thinking about you caring for something, someone, that you both made. Two people who were once strangers, at different ends of the social hierarchy spectrum.

All that you’ve been through, all that you’re going through, and all that you will go through in the years to come.

“I know it’s usually a mother daughter thing, but I don’t know —“

“Steve,” you say softly, hand laying over top his. His watch catches beneath the lamplight, his thumb-pad swiping to caress your knuckles. “It’s an activity she can do with both of us, if that’s what she wants to do. I know how involved you wanna be with her life, and it’s okay, baby. You will be, even if she decides she wants to play with makeup, you can be the test dummy. And if she wants to play hair salon, your hair —“

“Woah, woah,” Steve lifts the small polish lid, color almost dripping. You snort and shake your head. He begins to focus back on your toes. “We can bring Uncle Eddie over for that one.”

You’re just sipping on your soda, knowing that even his precious hair isn’t off limits in regards to his little girl. Already having him wrapped around her finger, he’s pretty much guaranteed to be the beauty shop test dummy. And he knows that as well, and he would not have it any other way.

[drunk-on-dk]

[Teaser] Over the Country Club | Yoon Jeonghan (M)

pairing: best friend!Jeonghan x afab!reader genre/tags: fluff, angst, smut (minors do not interact), friends to lovers, a bit of unrequited love, a slice of life au, college au, post-grad au rating: 18+ (minors do NOT interact) w/c: ~3k TEASER (estimated ~15-20k for full fic, currently this may be my longest fic yet and it feels so good to really be writing again) warnings: mentions of alcohol (underage is not condoned), future smut

Summary: Jeonghan and you have known each other for as long as you can both remember. From the years spent working at the country club, to your university days, there has always been this aching feeling that neither of you can quite understand. Someone falls first, but the other falls harder.

A/N: Please let me know your thoughts on this teaser! I've been working hard to get back into writing in the new year and wanted to get comfortable with diving more into the plot. Things may change when the full fic is posted, but not much of what's in the teaser! I hope you enjoy it, and of course please message me if you'd like to be on the tag list for this fic!

I. 4th of July, the Summer Before the First Year of University

Just like every other high school student in your town, Jeonghan and you found part-time jobs at the oh-so-prestigious country club located in the next town over. One could argue it was practically a full-time job since most part-timers worked upwards of 40 hours a week due to how busy the club got during the summers. 

Not that you would complain about the hours; to be fair, you had to save up a substantial amount of money for the upcoming transition to college. The realization hit soon after graduating high school, you only had enough pocket change to fund some expenses,  which was not nearly enough to get you comfortably through the upcoming semesters. You had worked at the club most summers, but this year you took all the hours they offered. 

Plus, you’d be crazy to admit that summers working at the Lakewood Country Club weren’t some sort of fun. Plenty of your peers worked there, including Jeonghan, your longest lasting friendship due to the proximity of living next door to one another and growing up attached at the hip. 

Jeonghan worked as a caddie on the golf course. He’s gentlemanly in appearance, has just enough knowledge about what type of club to use at each hole, and has a never-ending spunk that entertains whatever group of golfers he’s assisting for the day. Jeonghan made decent tips working as a caddie, earning a couple of hundred dollars from some of his return golfers who specifically requested his assistance for an 18-hole outing. One could assume that most members of the country club were very well-off, or at least living comfortably. 

Luckily, you were stationed at the halfway house most days this summer. It’s located in the heart of the golf course, and the club consistently blasted cool air conditioning in the exposed, open bar area that was meant for golfers to stop by. Jeonghan, as scheming as ever, would ensure that his golfers stopped by for a quick refreshment at some point, knowing that he’d get to spend some time with you and help you earn some extra cash in tips from his already rowdy crew. 

You’d mix up some Manhattans or Old-Fashioned’s for the golfers, knowing the usual orders for each club member as if they had been engrained on the back of your hand (in hindsight, a freshly graduated high schooler should not have been pouring alcoholic beverages, but the country club didn’t care - your labor was cheaper than hiring a professional tender and you learned just the basics just fine). Nonetheless, your cocktails were a treat for the golfers who had been drinking beers for most of the course, most of them lukewarm or gone by the time they made it to the halfway house. 

Today is the Fourth of July, marking the mid-way point of your last summer before college. You had made your fair share of tips this summer working at the halfway house, especially due to Jeonghan’s consistent sourcing of clientele at your bar. It was a particularly hot day, one of the hottest of the summer and plenty of customers had stopped by, leaving hefty tips, feeling generous either from the heat or the holiday. 

Jeonghan approached the bar area with a heavy sigh, parking his cart hastily, but still had his typical mischievous smile etched onto his features as a crowd of familiar golfers followed behind him. Your nose scrunched in feigned disgust, a teasing smile mirroring his upon noticing just how tired and sweaty the group was from the relentless summer heat. 

Part of you thought he looked angelic from the way his sun-kissed skin gleamed, but you’d never admit that, nor would you dare to speak those thoughts out loud, not even to your closest friends who weren’t Jeonghan. However, the other part of you remembered he was just your silly best friend who smelled slightly like fresh-cut grass, sunscreen, and a hint of whatever remained of his tropical cologne. 

“The usuals?” You beamed, flashing your best customer service smile at the group, already reaching for the bottle of top-shelf whiskey displayed behind you. You received hoots and hollers along the lines of “Yes, please” from the group. Jeonghan slips behind the bar as you expertly begin to prepare drinks for the parched golfers. Normally, this was frowned upon, but Jeonghan had most of the country club supervisors wrapped around his finger. 

Jeonghan’s quick to sort through the fridge right off to your side, squatting and contemplating his options, but you have to smack his hand away from the cooler once you notice his deft fingers are reaching for a plastic shooter of whiskey.

“Y/N,” Jeonghan practically cries out, whining similar to a little boy being scolded, but he’s just your immature best friend who has a knack for trouble and stealing. You can’t always let him get away with everything. 

“You kleptomaniac, don’t you dare,” you joke, routinely preparing the drinks, laughing at the puppy dog eyes that are flashed in your direction and then back to the cold fridge. You bend down next to him, whispering quietly so that no one but Jeonghan can hear. “Wait until later, today’s manager has been keeping inventory of the alcohol as if they personally own it all. I can sneak some after my shift when I cash out.” 

Jeonghan’s pout morphs into a smirk, a devious glint in his eyes as he holds out his pinky finger. You comply, wrapping your pinky with his to silently promise that you’ll follow through later. 

“Meet at hole 12? Right at the hill behind the trees? It’s still the best spot for fireworks.” Jeonghan speaks as if it’s a secret mission - as if it’s not the same spot you’ve met to watch fireworks for the last few years working at the country club. 

“Oh, I thought we’d check out the views at hole 17 this year,” you roll your eyes mockingly, Jeonghan knows you’re messing with him, but it’s your smile that betrays your teasing, “Duh, Jeonghan. I’ll catch you there later.” 

“You know hole 17 is where Mingyu and Arin lost their virginity to each other last year,” Jeonghan pokes, settling on bottled water from the fridge and standing back up, towering over your own figure. You feel your cheeks flush, a bit flustered he’d drop that information so casually, and sure as hell hoping he didn’t think that you were suggesting anything. 

You didn’t see Jeonghan in that way, he didn’t see you in that way. Plain and simple. You two were only best friends and that’s how it would always be. 

“That’s gross, Jeonghan,” you scowl, willing away the blush that is still burning your face as you finish garnishing the drinks. “Don’t air out people’s secrets like that. That’s personal. Plus, why would I know that?” 

Jeonghan chuckles, shrugging as he helps you carry the drinks over to the golfers who have made themselves comfortable among the shaded seating outside the bar area, an outdoor fan helping cool them down. They all clamor in delight as Jeonghan and you emerge from behind the bar with the chilled drinks, quick to "cheers" each other before savoring the first sip of their beverages. 

There are smacks and sighs of delight from the group, your pride growing as they approve of the drinks, and gather up some cash for a tip. Jeonghan nudges you, urging you to accept the bills from Mr. Choi, a polite older man who continues to take care of Jeonghan and you each summer. He’s never been creepy, and he tips very well. You still feel slightly guilty each time you accept cash from him. 

“Thank you, Mr. Choi,” you speak graciously, accepting the tip, quickly shoving it into your pocket without checking the amount, and earning an approving thumbs up from the man as he takes another sip of his cocktail. 

“Save it wisely, Y/N,” Mr. Choi chimes, humming in thought, and eyes flickering between where you and Jeonghan stand. “Jeonghan tells me you’re both attending the same university in a few months. Heard you’ve both received a pretty good scholarship, even one from the club?” 

“That is correct, sir,” you nod excitedly. Not only had you both received an academic scholarship from your university, but all your years working at the club have paid off in a way you wouldn’t have imagined, earning a scholarship from the Lakewood Country Club members' foundation. “I am grateful to have received such an award. Don’t worry, I’ll make good use of it. I know Jeonghan will too. You’d never guess, but he’s a straight A student,” you tease, hiding your mouth only for Mr. Choi to see as if Jeonghan can’t hear you, and elbowing your friend in the rib cage, earning a pained groan from him. 

Mr. Choi nods in approval, a smile creeping onto his face as he chuckles at the dynamic between you two. “Glad to know my money is going towards two bright futures.” Jeonghan is pushing your bony elbow away, annoyed at your enthusiasm and teasing, further amusing Mr. Choi. “Jeonghan, make sure you don’t lose sight of Y/N during University, all sorts of partners will be chasing her. She’s intelligent and beautiful. Don’t want her forgetting about you now, do you?”

Jeonghan would groan if it wasn’t for the fact that it was Mr. Choi speaking to him. He has to restrain himself from shoving you away as well, knowing that Mr. Choi has inflated your ego a bit too much with his praise. Nonetheless, Jeonghan plays into it. “Nope, she’s stuck with me, so don’t even worry about it.”

You almost laugh out loud, reminding yourself to remain professional on the course as you fire back. “As if, Jeonghan couldn’t get rid of me even if he wanted to.” 

“Valid point,” Jeonghan grumbles, teasingly pushing you back towards the bar as if reminding you of your duties, sick of hearing the constant praise that only you’re receiving, even though there have been no additional visitors since Jeonghan’s entourage of golfers arrived. He’s quick to enthusiastically round up the crew, realizing daylight will quickly dwindle by the last hole if they don’t start back up soon. “Welp, we better let Y/N continue to work. Ready for hole 10?” 

The men are quick to gather, knocking back the remainder of their drinks, and returning to their carts as Jeonghan helps you clean up the finished glasses, your shoulders bumping into each other as you two push your way back into the bar. Mr. Choi sends a knowing look Jeonghan’s way, neither of you catching it as he wishes you a nice Fourth of July. 

“Thank you, Mr. Choi!” You wave to the man, bidding the rest of the golfing crew a nice holiday as well before turning to Jeonghan who’s finished carrying over the rest of the empty glasses. “Catch you later, Hannie?”

“Of course,” Jeonghan’s eyes lit up yet again upon hearing his childhood nickname, and is reminded of the nearing shenanigans later this afternoon. Maybe he’ll steal some snacks from the members gifting table for tonight. “I’ll see you then stay cool, Y/N!”

“You as well! Make sure to reapply your sunscreen,” you shout back, watching as Jeonghan hops in the cart with Mr. Choi and rolls his eyes at your nagging. Mr. Choi gets one final laugh before Jeonghan drives off, the entourage of golfers following closely behind. 

You’re finishing cleaning up the bar, pulling the cash from your pocket earlier and gasping upon realizing just how much Mr. Choi had tipped you. A five-hundred dollar tip. It was surely the most you’ve ever made in one round of drinks, absolutely unwarranted, and it made you feel a bit teary-eyed. You knew you couldn’t dare to return it, as Mr. Choi would definitely be offended, but you felt extremely lucky to have such nice members visit you at the halfway house, you’d have to thank him eventually. 

The rest of the day went quickly, and, much to your delight, you had made enough tips to support a chunk of your tuition and expenses for the year. Also, your manager had swapped shifts with another supervisor mid-day, who was not as hawklike. 

Leading up to the completion of your shift, you had snuck a pair of alcoholic shooters into your uniform skirt. Even in your attempt to be rebellious, you couldn’t just steal the shooters, using some of your tip money to cover the cost of the alcohol and you felt less criminal. You knew Jeonghan would tease you relentlessly about this if he was here, each shooter was no more than $3 each, but you had a knack for doing the “right thing,” or else you feared karma would get you in the long run. 

Upon reaching the end of your shift, you stopped back at the employee locker room to safely store your tips in your purse. The day had been hot, but it was cooling down now that night was approaching. 

Ultimately, you opt to throw on a sweatshirt, one that Jeonghan had purchased when you two had toured your university, which was the same one that he’d worn so many times that it’s the most comfortable piece of clothing you own. One that he couldn’t deny you of when you begged to keep it, secretly thinking that you looked cute in it even though you were practically swimming in the fabric. Disgusted that he’d even thought that, he dismissed you quickly and said you could keep it. 

The sun was setting minute by minute, meaning that Jeonghan’s shift would be finishing very soon, and you packed away the remainder of your items in your employee locker, double-checking that your skirt still had the tiny plastic alcohol bottles hidden away. 

After confirming you had said shots, you headed out to hole 12 with a spring in your step. It was a meeting spot you and Jeonghan had found your summer after freshman year of high school. There was a hill behind a bunch of trees that overlooked the valley where the main portion of the country club was located. No one was allowed on the course during after-hours, but this spot was so dark and secluded that you two hadn’t been caught yet. It was also the prime viewing spot for the club’s fireworks show, and it was your little secret. 

You were first to make it to the spot, plopping down on the hill and huffing in relief. Your legs ached a little from standing all day. The grass beneath you was dewy from the cool nighttime air, the humid heat from the day settling on the greenery, and it was almost enough to make you feel itchy. However, you don’t mind it, not when you have the fireworks show to look forward to. You would never mind the damp grass, especially not when you had a favorite summer tradition to share with your favorite person, your best friend. 

Jeonghan’s shift ended a bit later than yours, but he didn’t arrive at the spot much later than you. He meant to grab a bag of popcorn or something, but he didn’t want to leave you hanging for too long. 

Jeonghan tried to sneak up on you, but you’re too smart, too knowing of his antics. So when you turn around knowingly, with two opened Whiskey shooters in hand, he chuckles almost maniacally at your annoyed expression that doesn’t fully translate into your impish eyes. You two were one and the same. 

“What are you waiting for, Hannie? These shots aren’t getting any colder. Not when they’ve been in my skirt for the past hour.”

“Eugh, now you’re the one oversharing,” Jeonghan groans in disapproval, sitting down next to you on the grass, and gratefully accepting the shot regardless of your TMI comment. Your knees knock each other as you turn to face him, but a friendly touch isn’t foreign to either of you. “You’re the gross one, Y/N.” 

“Oh, shut up,” you giggle, holding the shot out in front of him and teasingly shaking the plastic bottle. You sing song, “The night’s not getting any younger either.”  

Nodding in acknowledgment, Jeonghan smirks and shares a few words, “Cheers to our last summer before we’re miserable college students. Cheers to fewer hours spent in the heat at this country club. Cheers to our everlasting friendship.” 

With his final words, you’re both knocking back your shots, groaning in unison as the spicy drink burns and settles in your stomach, instantly warming your body at the sensation. Your face scrunches up at the taste and Jeonghan can’t help but laugh uncontrollably.

“Stop it,” you whine, your voice a bit hoarse from the alcohol but smiling nonetheless. “You aren’t any better than me. Anyways, that's enough for me tonight.”

“True,” Jeonghan contemplates, but he’s quick to poke you. “But I didn’t struggle as bad as you did.” 

“Touché,” you hum, nudging Jeonghan’s shoulder excitedly as a warning firework darts into the sky, indicating the show will be beginning shortly. “It’s starting!” 

“Alright, alright,” Jeonghan is groaning at your bony elbow yet again digging into him, but he’s delighted by your excitement regardless, shoving you back as you begin to readjust for the show. “Calm down, it’s nothing crazy.” 

“No, Jeonghan,” you grin, turning your head to fully make eye contact with his wide eyes, joy flickering in your own as you peer at your best friend. “It’s nothing crazy, but it’s absolutely so special because once again we get to enjoy it here together.” 

Your emphasis on the word together almost makes him shiver, a foreign feeling rushing through him as you continue to gaze at him with those wild eyes of yours, gulping as he hesitantly nods, even though he wholeheartedly agrees it is special, but he’s not exactly sure why. “Very true,” and as if on cue, the fireworks show begins, relief flooding through him as you redirect your gaze and squeal in excitement. 

Jeonghan doesn’t understand why, but his heart pounds in his chest throughout the entire show. He thinks maybe it’s the alcohol (you and he rarely have dared to sneak alcohol before), maybe it’s the overstimulation of the fireworks, maybe it’s the thrill of knowing the golf course guards could spot you any year and escort you away, or maybe it’s the way your knee keeps brushing his thigh reminding him of just how close you two are. How much you are together here alone, just like every other summer. 

It’s a feeling he decides to ignore for the rest of the fireworks, letting himself lay back on the damp grass with you and listening as you enthusiastically point out your favorite fireworks, bickering with you when he thinks a different type of firework is prettier. 

It’s a feeling he continues to ignore as the finale comes and goes, chest fluttering at the way your eyes sparkle with golden reflections of the fireworks in the sky, and once again quickly redirecting his gaze to anything but you. 

It’s a feeling he tries his damnedest to ignore as you both continue to lay in the grass post-fireworks. Neither one of you making the first move to go home. Maybe you thought this would be the final moment of normalcy between you and Jeonghan before starting university, knowing that all friendships are bound to change with such a new chapter. Maybe he thought he’d figure out whatever it was he was feeling if he just stayed here with you a moment longer. 

It’s a feeling he struggles to ignore as you both fall into deep conversation. The one shot of alcohol makes you both loose-lipped as you reminisce on embarrassing high school stories. Reminiscing on your shitty boyfriend who broke up with you before the summer. Reminiscing on your years of friendship. 

It’s a feeling he no longer can ignore when you roll over, lips pouting and eyes teary as you start to feel emotional about your recent breakup. Something in him feels like it shatters when you ask, “Have you ever been in love before, Hannie?” 

[darlingsfandom]

Hiii pookieeee,how has life been treating you lately?🫶🏻

I'm the anonymous who asked for the first tit fic with Cillian🤭I love that there are so many of us who are obsessed with boobs, they are actually great🙂‍↕️🤍

Also today i'm a birthday girl🥳so if you have time and want could you write something about sugar daddy! Cillian spoiling his baby on his birthday,pls🙏🏻🤭🤍

As always, I send you all my love and I hope you have the sweetest days ahead!!!🫂💌

Hi lovely! Happy birthday 💕 I hope it’s a good one and that you get to see some boobs! We love boobs around here! All of them!

Tw: public fingering, ddlg vibes! Not proofread

“Good mornin baby.” His voice was almost in a whisper as his lips pressed into your shoulder blade. You were sound asleep until that moment. A small “hmm” left your lips as you stretched out your limbs.

“Mornin.” You whispered back slowly coming to life. Cillian pulled you closer until your back was against his bare chest.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Not too bad.”

The two of you laid silently for a little before he rubbed your sides making you turn to face him. He kissed the top of your head sweetly before pulling off the covers and standing up. You laid down in his spot and snuggled into the warmth.

“Oh no baby girl, can’t sleep yer birthday away.” He grabbed your hand and tried to pull you up but you were being stubborn about it. Cillian arched his eyebrow before he walked away for a moment only to come back with something behind his back.

“What are you hiding?” You asked as he stood there with a smirk on his face.

“Gotta get outta bed if ya wanna see!” He watched as you turned on the bed. You enjoyed the warmth of the bed but you wanted to see what he was hiding. With a soft sigh you dragged yourself over to him and stood in front of him. Cillian pulled a small box from behind his back and handed it to you. After carefully taking it in your hands you opened it slowly only to let out a small gasp when you seen it.

“Cillian! It’s beautiful.” You pulled the silver necklace out of the box and held it up to see the little “C” charm dangling off of it. You could feel a tear wanting to spill down your cheek but you couldn’t cry yet. He brushed your hair out of the way so he could help you put on the necklace and once it was around your neck the two of you smiled before sharing a soft yet passionate kiss.

“And that’s just one gift.” Cillian whispered against your lips as your hands ran over his bare chest.

“You got me more than one? Daddy! You shouldn’t have.” Part of you felt a little guilty for him spending his money on you but you knew he’d tell you not to worry and that’s it’s okay!

“It’s yer birthday , of course I gotta spoil you.” Cillian wrapped his arms around you before walking with you to the bathroom. In order for him to continue with the spoiling the two of you had to get ready for the day which meant sharing a nice warm shower. He loved showering with you, it was an intimate way to be close without having sex, well sometimes there was sex!

Cillian had also got you some new things for the bathroom such as new body wash, a new shower caddy and once you stepped out of the shower you seen the new bathrobe on the back of the door! The fun part was that it was a matching set so you two now had matching bathrobes! It wasn’t even noon yet and he had already spoiled you since you weren’t use to someone going all out for you.

“So pretty girl…” he pulled his shirt on over his head as you hooked your bra on and adjusted it just right. “Where am I takin ya shoppin hmm?” Cillian watched as you put on that red sweater of yours that was low cut and showed your cleavage off .

“Youre taking me shopping? I thought we were just going on a walk around the neighborhood.” You pulled up your pants and buttoned them before you felt his hands on your shoulders.

“We can do dat when we get home after shoppin.” He kissed your cheek. A soft warm fuzzy feeling ran through your nervous system making you blush. The two of you finished getting ready and made your way out into the world. He took you to the street full of little shops that contained a lot mom and pop shops, antiques , a few candy stores and surprisingly an adult store.

“Let’s go in here!” You squeezed his hand that was full of bags containing one full of candles, another had some vintage decor, two bags of different types of candy a lot of which was considered exotic since it was shipped from a different country. You got a lot of stuff that reminded you of home and it warmed Cillians heart to see how excited you were about it.

“You wanna go in the adult store? I’m surprised we didn’t go here first.” He chuckled as you walked into the store. It was small but it had everything you could think of! Lingerie, costumes, dildos, condoms of all sorts from flavored to glow in the dark, vibrators, paddles, collars and even old porn from the eighties ! It made you giggle which made Cillian stay close behind you especially when he seen how another man was looking at you.

“Daddy!” You gasped as the white lingerie covered in pink and red hearts that was a full set that came with white fish nets! “I want it!” You pouted your bottom lip.

“Of course baby girl, grab it. Ya can model it fer me later.” He winked as you grinned ear to ear!

“And this!” You held up a pretty red collar that had a rhinestone heart in the middle. Cillian nodded along before the two of you made your way to the counter. After the two of you made your way out and back onto the streets you found yourself looking at Cillian in a new light. He really did care about you and your happiness.

“Do ya still wanna go shopping or is there anything else ya’d like ta do?”.

“I want to go home and cuddle.” You kissed his cheek as he readjusted all the bags on his arms before he nodded. The two of you got situated to the car and as he loaded up the car you stood there biting your lip running your hands over your body which he watched from the corner of his eye.

“Are ya sure ya just wanna cuddle baby?” He closed the door and pinned you against the side of the car. You pulled him in close by his shirt before crashing your lips into his making him groan as you pushed your hips against his. His hands moved down your body until he found the button on your pants and quickly undid them before shoving his hand down into your panties.

“Daddy!” You whined but his free hand quickly covered your mouth.

“Shh baby! I know you like the attention but we can’t get caught. I’ll finger ya right here right now! But ya gotta be a good girl and be quiet. It is a public parking garage after all.” Cillian whispered into your ear with a rasp in his voice that made you clench around his fingers. His fingers pumped in and out of your folds slowly while you spread your legs just enough to make it more pleasurable. Cillian watched how your eyes went from innocent to lustful in seconds as he worked his fingers in and out of you. The sounds of your wetness echoed throughout the garage which made it that more exciting. You whined against his hand as he kissed along the side of your neck making sure to nip and bite so everyone knew who you belonged too.

“Yer gonna cum aren’t ya baby girl? Yeah? Gonna be a big girl and cum for me hmm? Do it, soak daddy’s fingers , go on be a good girl …”

You whined loudly into his hand as you bucked your hips faster into his hand that was deep inside of your pussy.

“Oh that’s a good girl yeah! The way you’re clenching my fingers! My good girl!” He coaxed you through your orgasm that had your eyes rolling back and hips shaking. You gripped tightly onto his arms as your knees went weak until your orgasm has finished. Cillian waited a moment before pulling his fingers out carefully. The two of you smiled at each other while he licked his fingers cleaned before getting you back together.

Once the two of you made it home neither of you wasted a moment of getting the bags, running inside and making your way to the bedroom. For once you finally had what you wanted on your birthday: someone who actually loved you for you.

[solarpunkani]

Solar Powered Community Fridges - Concept Art

So one of my grad school classes is a 8 week long group project to essentially come up with an artistic solution to a problem. Of course, my pitch was solarpunk in nature, and my group actually really liked it! Basically, the concept is to design a series of solar panel-powered community fridges, to help address food insecurity and build community in different areas without having to rely on a specific host building to provide power. What better time to show my concept art than Solarpunk Aesthetic Week?

Originally, I was just drawing up ideas with what usually comes to mind when I imagine fridges--upright fridges. Here's my concept art!

In these sketches, my main concern was imagining how these fridges would fit into the community alongside their power sources--I didn't want them to be too bulky, but I also wanted them to be available for easy access. I also figured they'd need shelter for the fridge's longevity, as well as to protect any users from the element. It'd also be nice to have them alongside other mutual aid sources like little free pantries, little free libraries, the like. One of my favorite designs is the sheltered community space on page 2, with the fridge, the seat, the pantry, and the library all in one protected structure with solar panels on the top. Having a table near the community fridge would also be nice to give people a place to rest as well.

However, around this time, I started trying to find out just how big of a solar panel would be needed to power a fridge like this, and the results were... a bit discouraging. Until! I was informed that chest freezers use way less energy to keep cool--cool air sinks, so opening an upright fridge releases most of the cold air that's been building up and makes the machine work harder to keep cool, whereas a chest fridge doesn't lose nearly as much cold air. In addition, some people have converted chest freezers into chest refrigerators for as little as ~$30 USD. Due to the insulation in a chest freezer, converted chest fridges use way less energy than their upright counterparts to keep cool, making it way more feasible to power them with solar.

So of course, I had to get to drawing again!

Since I'd already concepted a variety of structures for upright fridges, for the chest fridges I mostly focused on their design and possible convenience/accessibility concerns I had been worried about, one of the main being having to reach inside vertically instead of horizontally--several of my family members have difficulty bending, so I was worried having a chest fridge would make things more difficult for others like them. There are likely other ways to address this concern that I haven't thought of, but for now I've concepted putting a grabber tool inside of every fridge so people with trouble bending can still get things. How well it'd work in reality, I'm not sure...

Buuut these are my concepts so far! I hope you like them, I hope they're cool? Let me know what you think! I think these would be cool to have in a solarpunk future--whether they're entirely possible today or will have to wait until a somewhat-distant, 'solar panels can generate more energy with less size and fridges are also way more energy efficient' future I can't say, but it's cool to think about!

[Image 1: Pencil sketches of refrigerators connected to solar power. The annotations on them are as follows. An arrow points to a magnet caddy on the freezer door with markers and stickers, saying "Markers + labels for dating donations". An arrow points to a battery-structure at the base of a solar panel system saying "Doubles as charging station for phones & stuff". An arrow points to a slanted roof structure over a fridge saying "Bus stop-esque structure." An arrow points at a glass door grocery store-style fridge saying "any kind of fridge, any size."

Image 2: Pencil sketches of refrigerators connected to solar power. The annotations on them are as follows. An arrow points to a fridge under a slanted roof structure, saying "Paintings on the fridge itself." Over a portion of a brick wall is written "Murals can be on accompanying walls or on the shelter structure for the fridge." An arrow points to a wheel-mounted solar panel saying "solar panel". A community space is named at the top "The Free Community Space: Open 24/7" An arrow points to the outside wall of a community space structure saying "mural on outer walls". Items inside are labeled 'Freedge, Little free Library, Seeds, Pantry'. An arrow points to a couch, saying "Maybe a bench instead?" Written on the inner wall is "mural inside." An arrow pointing at the space says "Community built space w/ lights, solar panels, little free library, freedge, seed library, little free pantry, couch (???). Solar battery stored behind or on top. Plastic magnet door to protect from elements? Like those magnet curtains?"

Image 3: Pencil sketches of refrigerators connected to solar power. The annotations on them are as follows. An arrow points to a slanted structure over a mini fridge, saying "Solar panel on roof?" Another arrow points to the side saying "Chalkboard paint--anyone can art here." Underneath says "variety of sizes/energy needs mean wider availability". At the top of a curved shelter on a pole is written "solar panel", along the sloping sides is "curved solar panels" and "Or solar voltaic glass?" On the underside of the structure is a label saying "Could be in a park or smth (something)". An arrow points to a box at the base of the structure, saying "charging station" and another arrow labels a table and chairs.

Image 4: Pencil sketches of refrigerators connected to solar power. The annotations on them are as follows. Along the top of a slightly-curved roof structure is an arrow saying "curved solar panel roof. renogy curved 4ft x 2ft for example". To the side of the roof is written "4 panels each side, 0.45 kWh x 8 = 3.6 kWh/h". A chest fridge is labeled "converted chest fridge", and a glass-front box is labeled "Old cabinet/case now Little Free Library". A box sitting between them is labeled "I hear car batteries are good solar storage for cheaper?" A standalone chest fridge has the following labels: "Could paint on fridge exterior" "solar panel on top of fridge?" "most chest freezers are 22-28 in wide &24-38 or 54-68 in long. The longest wattage panel needed would be ~50 in long & ~26 in wide"

Image 5: Pencil sketches of refrigerators connected to solar power. The annotations on them are as follows. The inside of an open lid has an arrow pointing to a grabber object saying "Grabber for accessibility for those w/ trouble bending". A label points at a strap fastened to the inside of the lid saying "straps to help shorter people pull the lid closed." A variety of arrows point to a drawing of an open, decorated chest fridge saying the following: "Counter-balanced lid" "Baskets/crates for storage -> can slide or be removed to access underneath" "Murals on front & sides (not back)" ]

[chappellwrites]

Sharing A Hat

This is the first fic I'm gonna post here :) it's about Chad and Ryan from High School Musical, set specifically in the second movie. It's not really there, but if you read it as a ship, that's fine. I ship it, although this is more so them first talking and sort of the beginning of a possible friendship. It's really bland and there's not much plot, but I tried my best, so I hope yall enjoy it :)

The hot New Mexico sun beat down on Lava Springs, radiating in waves. Everyone was in a miserable mood due to the heat. All of the teens just wanted to go home and sit in front of their fans, but if they wanted to keep their jobs, they would have to deal with it.

Chad seemed to be the most miserable out of the bunch. He had tied his curls back into a tiny ponytail, which helped a bit. It would be nice if he had a hat, but Fulton didn't allow it since it wouldn't seem 'professional'. Sweat dripped down his skin under his Lava Springs uniform, causing him to be horribly uncomfortable, especially since he was out caddying.

He and Troy had been picked to caddy for Sharpay and Ryan, along with their parents. Normally, being with Troy would've made being in the heat a bit bearable, but Sharpay had snatched him away, leaving him with Ryan, Darby, and Vance. Great. He followed behind the trio of blondes, feeling horribly out of place, especially since they seemed to ignore him.

He opted to just zone out until he was needed, trailing behind them with the bag of clubs on his back. Chad didn't know if one of the three was staring at him or if he was just paranoid, but he didn't dare to look. It just so happened that he wasn't paranoid since when he glanced over, Ryan was eyeing him. "Are you enjoying working here?" Ryan spoke to Chad while his mother took a turn swinging, a smile on his lips. Chad had never spoken to Ryan before. The boy always hung out with Sharpay, following behind her like a shadow. Chad always thought the two were fairly similar, just Ryan being the quieter of the two, so he always steered clear. Because of this, he found it weird for Ryan to be talking to him. Then again, if he was gonna be caddying for the guy all summer, he might as well try to get along with him.

"It's nice," Chad mumbled. "This heat is killing me, though." Chad sighed heavily, adjusting the heavy bag that hung off his shoulder. Ryan chuckled. "Yeah, I can tell. You look miserable." Chad huffed, rolling his eyes. "You can say that again." Darby and Vance began walking, so the two boys followed behind.

Ryan tugged off his hat, which was an orange newsboy cap, and stuck it on Chad's head. "There ya go." Chad didn't know what to say. He was shocked. Sharpay would never help someone like that. "Uh...thanks, but Fulton'll get on me for wearing a hat." Chad mumbled, his hand reaching to take it off, but Ryan stopped him, lightly moving his hand away and fixing the hat to sit so it covered his eyes. "If Fulton has a problem, I'll tell him I gave it to you. Trust me, he won't care after that."

Chad could feel himself become warm, and he prayed that it didn't show on his face. Ryan was...oddly nice. Sharpay would have never done that for someone...huh. Well, then again, Sharpay could be nice when she wanted. "...Thanks." Chad mumbled. Ryan glanced at him before smiling. "No problem."

[fmle-drven]

ghost, köing, soap x f!reader

this is my first post :) please be nice......... let me know if yall wants a part 2:)

It had been the most grueling day you've ever had in the military. It was your first day on 141. You were sent here to help train the recruits for their upcoming mission. You were one of the best. However, everyone on the task force acted as if they have never seen a woman in uniform before, let alone a woman in general. The entire day, no one took you seriously. Either they were looking at you with sappy eyes, making comments about how " a woman as beautiful as you should be home, darling", or just straight up ignoring orders. You spent the entire day yelling, screaming and even getting physical with a few recruits. You so called partners Ghost, Soap, and Köing were of no help. They just watched and enjoyed the show. How were you going to last this next month?

It's now midnight, everyone on base was asleep. You decide to get up and pack your shower caddy. you needed to relax. You throw your towel over your shoulder, grab your shower supplies and creak your barrack door open. Quietly, you shimmy through the cracked door and close it gently. Hoping you wouldn't wake anyone up. You start to make your way towards the other side of the base, where the community showers were. Just in your luck, you had to share a community restroom on a base of all men and you, being the only woman. Thats why showering in the middle of the night was your only option.

You finally make it to the showers. You look into each stall, trying to find one that wasn't completely destroyed. You stumble upon one at the very end of the row. You step in, hang up your towel and start to undress. You turn the water all the way on hot. You wanted the water to boil you. It was one of those days. As the water heats up, you completely step into the stall, closing the half see through shower curtain behind you. You decided to bring your speaker with you. Everyone was asleep so who cared? you wanted to lose yourself in the music and get your head on straight before worrying about what tomorrow brought. You decided to put on your favorite band, Sleep Token. You turn the volume all the way up and start to ease your way into the scolding hot water.

Little did you know, Ghost, Soap, and Köing were gathered behind the shower's building. They liked to meet late at night over a cigarette to discuss the recruits and training. Coming up with new tactics to get their students to improve. They liked the late night meetings because professionalism was out the door. They could speak their mind how ever they please. Plus ghost and Köing could take a break from their masks.

They hear a faint drum and bass beat coming from the other side of the wall. They knew it was music, but they did not expect anyone to be up at this hour. They throw their cigarettes to the ground and angrily walk towards the building's doors. They thought some recruits were trying to have a late night party, disobeying curfew hours.

They rip open the building doors, Ghost and Köing first. They rip their masks back over their face. Soap follows close behind. They are confused when they see no recruits, no party, but a shower hall full of steam. They walk towards the only shower curtain that is closed. The closer they got, the louder the music was. Not only the music, but they can hear your voice singing just as loud as the speaker. They stop infront of the curtain, staring at you through the translucent curtain. Too stunned at the sight to move.

You had lost yourself completely in the moment. The offering by sleep token is now on. You are belting every word, bobbing your head to the beat of the song. You had already soaked your body in the water and are now trying the squeeze out the last bit of body wash you have onto your travel loofa. You shake the bottle up and down, causing your breasts to jiggle to the beat of shake. You have no idea that your three colleagues are just outside the curtain. Watching you shake your body, water sliding down your curves.

The boys stare in silence. All of them zoned in on how undeniably gorgeous you look. They haven't seen a woman in months since being assigned this mission. They were frozen watching you.

Once you got the soap onto the loofa, all three men felt their pants tighten. You close your eyes and you proceed to wash your body.You soap up your body, running your loofa over all of your curves. Your back is now turned away from the men. You bend over to wash your legs, giving them blurry view of your perfect rear and core. All three of their breaths hitch. Between the steam of the shower, the slightly erotic melody of the music, and the way you are taking care of your body, they can hardly breathe.

You lift your arms up to wet your hair more. The stretch causes your breasts to perk up. They can see your hardened nipples through the curtain. They are all thinking the same thing:

" I wouldn't be able to control myself with that."

This shower has relaxed you enough. You are defeated and are ready for bed. Your eyes are glued to the ground as you turn the water off, and turn off the speaker. The shower had steamed the space so much that you rip the curtain open to let some of it out. Maybe it'll help you gather the rest of your belongings.

You are completely frozen when you open the curtain, steam billowing out. You are now met with a clear view of all three men. Your eyes widen in complete shock and horror. The three men are staring back at you. Köing's eyes meet yours, and are just as wide as a deer in the head lights. Ghost is scanning your body slowly. Looking at your slightly reddened skin. His tongue running across his lower lip.He didn't peg you as the type of woman who was completely hairless from the eyes down. Soap's bottom lip is twisted between his teeth as he stares are you supple breasts. You haven't had a breath since the discovery.

Almost a full minute passes as you all just stare at each other. You feel a shiver creep up your back as the heat of the shower disappears. Köing slowly reaches over to grab your towel off the hook, handing it to you gently. You put it on, still unable to break eye contact with all three of them.

You can't believe this is happening. And on the first day?! You will never have their respect now.

"Well Y/N....... I can't say 'm not surprised." Soap finally speaks. A nervous chuckle leaving his lips.

"Y/N, you must return to the barracks now." Köing speaks up, almost nervously. His eyes still wide and his body stiffens up.

" Actually, you'll be returning with me. Köing, soap. Grab her things she can get 'em later." Ghost says, keeping eye contact with you through his mask. His eyes go dark, as if he's looking at you like you are his prey.

" Now!" Ghost almost shouts. Soap and Köing scramble to gather your things, quickly leaving the building and making their way towards the barracks.

Once they left, Ghost had you pinned on the shower wall. His fingers laced your neck. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms clinging onto his muscular shoulder.

" 'm going to have too much fun with ya sweetheart." He says, almost breathless as he lifts his mask up to the bridge of his nose. He lands a hungry and needy kiss onto you. His hands move from your throat to your hair. Slightly pulling. His lips skim the skin of your jaw. he growls into your ear:

" s'much fun beautiful".

[ahedderick]

Monday morning

At seven this morning, trying to beat the heat, I went out with a backpack sprayer to treat one of the areas where I cut invasive species out. Removing the brush is only the first step, unfortunately; it will grow right back unless it gets treated with herbicide. We try to minimize our use of that as much as possible, but this area really needed to be sprayed before the whole trail disappeared back into thorn bushes.

It's a chore I hate, but I set off as bravely as I could, hoping to get done before getting heat stroke. The dogs were appalled that I left them in the house; they didn't understand why they couldn't come along. I was halfway up the ridge, battling thorns, when Baxter ran past me with a cheerful "Mew!". He had seen me heading out - and decided to follow! Oh, argh.

At that point, there was really nothing to do but finish the chore I'd started. The backpack starts out at a bit over 25 pound in weight, so it's not terribly heavy, but certainly enough that I feel it when walking uphill. As you spray it gets lighter.

When I'd emptied it, I gathered up Baxter and carried him home. He was content enough to be carried at first, but started struggling as I got closer to the house. Getting the backpack off without losing hold of him was tough. Once I got him into the bathroom, however, things really went to shit in a hurry.

Other than when we first adopted him as a small, muddy kitten, he had never been given a bath. Just never needed one. He's well socialized, but this was way more than he could cope with, and he started struggling like crazy. As I leaned over to start the bathwater, he dug his claws into my shoulder and pulled himself up to 'safety.' It took me quite a while to disengage him gently enough that it didn't hurt his legs, while he yowled and clung with a deathgrip. Next he leaped for the edge of the tub, and took down the shower caddy with all the various shampoo, soap, and conditioner bottles. Tweezers. Razors. Pumice stone. As I fished Stuff out of the water, he managed to get a grip on my overalls again, and went back to my shoulder.

When I finally got him soaped, I thought I was home free. Unfortunately, getting the suds rinsed off triggered another frantic scramble for freedom, in which my hat was knocked askew. My hat was holding my hair - my very long hair - up. Wet hair draggled over my shoulder, overalls and shirt damp with bathwater and blood, glasses fogged up, wet cat fur stuck to everything, I was truly a sight to behold when K opened the bathroom door.

"Help!" I pleaded. Outside the bathroom, the oldest cat was yowling in sympathy for his little buddy. Baxter was yowling in self pity. I was. so damned. calm and cool about. all of this.

We got him toweled off and released to go settle himself down. I had a large, sustaining bowl of apple/cinnamon/raisin oatmeal. Valium might have been in appropriate, but oatmeal had to suffice.

[rising-volteccers]

I have a prompt for Friede. He gets sick but he's the last one to notice. Like everyone is taking care of him in their own way.

Thank you very much for sending this prompt! I'm currently sick myself and wrote this all in one go while medicated and sporting a 102F fever. I suppose I just wanted to make him suffer alongside me hhh...

Anyways! Hope it's still an enjoyable read! I think this is the longest piece I've written thus far so I'm pretty proud of it still haha!

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Friede, Cap, Murdock, Mollie, Orla, Liko, Roy, Ludlow

--

Waking up that morning, Friede found himself struggling to sit up. His body felt heavier than usual, though he supposed that was expected when he took night shift for the past couple of days. Manouvering the ship through a storm, battling strong winds and dipping temperatures took a lot out of someone. At the very least his crew didn’t lose too much sleep over it, especially the children.

Cracking a huge yawn that he barely covered, Friede went through his usual routine at a more sluggish pace. He briefly forgot where he kept his goggles and he almost exited the room without tying up his hair. Cap gave him odd looks throughout it all but aside from a questioning noise, he scampered up his shoulder as he headed to the dining area.

By the time he entered, everyone was in the midst of digging into the wonderful breakfast spread Murdock put out. He barely stifled another yawn when Orla greeted him with, “Morning sleepyhead. Thought you were gonna skip breakfast there.”

“Mm? Nah, I would’t miss it without someone getting on my case about it,” he replied with a cheeky little grin at Mollie, who merely raised an eyebrow at him. Friede ignored her sudden interest as he took a seat at the end of the table.

Friede wasted no time in pouring himself a mug of coffee. With how tired he felt, he needed a bit more caffeine in his system. The first sip made him pause, and he pulled the mug away to scrutinize the dark liquid.

“Hey Murdock, did you use a different coffee blend?”

Murdock looked up from his own plate. “Hm? Nah, it’s always been the same. Why, it tastes weird to you or something?”

Huh, if nothing changed, he supposed it was his taste buds being weird for some reason. Oh well, nothing that he couldn’t drink. Friede gave an airy wave that made Murdock stare at him for awhile longer before he passed the bread basket to Roy.

With a half mug of coffee in him, Friede found himself lacking a bit of appetite which he chalked up to his tired state. His stomach felt a little weird after a piece of toast and a few berries so he decided to stop before any accident could occur.

“That’s all you’re eating?” Orla commented as he drained the rest of his mug.

“Yeah. Guess I’m not as hungry as I thought,” he replied, once again stifling a jaw cracking yawn. As he rubbed his eye with a finger, he missed the way his crew exchanged glances with one another. 

“You feeling alright?” Murdock asked, sounding oddly cautious.

“Yeah, probably just all those late nights catching up. Nothing that going to sleep earlier tonight couldn’t fix.”

Suddenly feeling a little stifled from the attention he garnered, Friede stood up from his chair–placing a hand on the back of it to steady himself through a brief wave of lightheadness. 

“Hey–”

“I’ll catch you guys later then,” he spoke quickly, flashing them all his usual smile before turning on his heel to exit the dining area. Cap quickly finished his own food, cheeks stuffed and then dashed after him.

That was a little weird, admittedly. His crew stared at him like he had two heads at the end. Couldn’t figure out why but oh well, maybe that was a one time thing. Friede paused to allow Cap a chance to settle on his shoulders again. It was his turn to do some chores today so he might as well get to it now if he wanted to nap later.

–

After he cleared the table and washed the dishes with Roy’s help, Murdock went to the cabinet to pull out a tea caddy. He opened the lid to check what blends he still had left. Only he, Liko and Mollie really enjoyed tea while the rest were coffee drinkers (or in Roy’s case, a Tapu Cocoa fiend). He rarely made tea for those outside their little group but he figured it was necessary today.

Murdock knew that Friede wasn’t feeling well. If his sluggish nature wasn’t a tell, then his lack of appetite spoke of an uneasy stomach. While Friede couldn’t match Roy’s huge appetite (typical for a growing boy and one where Murdock encouraged), the good captain usually ate his fill before going about his day. 

The chef took out the honey jar as well as a half cut lemon from the fridge. While he waited for the water to boil, he took out a red thermos from a different cabinet. Rarely used seeing that he was more than happy to make the crew something from scratch but one that should fit his purpose right now.

Within twenty minutes, he exited the kitchen with the thermos in hand, filled with a blend specifically made for uneasy stomachs. Murdock found Friede and Cap quickly enough; it was his turn to mop the deck, which he found him to do with slow, sluggish swipes.

Swallowing down the flare of concern, Murdock called out, “Hey Friede!”

Friede nearly dropped the mop in surprise but he straightened up with a tighter grip, then turned around to regard him with a semblance of a pout.

“What’s with the attempted heart attack so early in the morning?” he grumbled. Another check towards his unwell state was him being a little testier than usual.

“Sorry. I just wanted to give you something. Here you go.” Murdock handed Friede the red thermos. At the questioning look, he gave a disarming smile, keeping his voice light. “It’s honey lemon tea. I’m slowly using up what we have left before we restock in a few days.”

“Okay? Thanks I guess.” Murdock knew him well enough to not take the somewhat dismissive response to heart. Likely confused when his brain wasn’t running on all cylinders, not to mention the choice of beverage given. Coffee or Tapu Cocoa were the go-to more than a whole thermos of tea. 

“No problem. I’d appreciate if you could give it a try later and give me some feedback on it. Wanted to see if the ratio I put works or not,” he added. By framing it this way, Friede would find himself obligated to do so, which Murdock hoped involved him taking a break whilst drinking it.

“Yeah sure.”

“Right, I’ll leave you to it. I’ll see you around lunch then.” Murdock didn’t stick around after that. Had he tried to push more, Friede might get defensive, stubbornly loveable fool that he was. The chef decided to make a hearty soup for lunch to see if his captain could stomach it later. 

–

“What’s on your mind Liko?” Roy’s question startled the girl out of her thoughts. She jumped a little in her seat, spooking Sprigatito who fell off her lap in turn. She spent a few minutes apologizing to her starter before answering Roy, who looked a bit guilty after that.

“I’m sorry for startling you. I didn’t think you were so out of it,” he apologized, hugging Fuecoco tighter to his chest.

“N-No it’s fine! I was… mm, I was thinking about earlier.” Liko replied, shifting to the side so Roy could take a seat seeing that she piqued his interest.

“What about earlier?”

“You know… how tired Friede looks.” Having been a part of the Rising Volt Tacklers for awhile now, Liko had time to observe the crew’s habits and behavior, storing everything into her little mental file cabinet. She knew that Friede’s sluggishness was unusual for the seemingly upbeat guy. At least, he’d try to hide if he felt off on account to avoid worrying others.

“I guess you’re right. I don’t think I’ve seen him yawn so much during breakfast! That’s usually my thing!”

Liko giggled at his words, though her expression drooped into a more thoughtful one. “Yes, which is why I think he’s not feeling 100% right now. And he’s either not admitting it or he doesn’t think much on why he’s feeling so tired. A-At least that’s what I think.”

Roy tilted his head, so much so that Liko could practically see the gears turning. “I think you’re right. I remember Orla mentioning once that he’s a stubborn, lovable oaf of a man that thinks he needs to shoulder everything himself!”

She blinked in surprise at that. She hummed, fiddling with a lock of her hair. “I-I see. I think you should avoid mentioning that to either of them…”

“Hm? Yeah, alright.” Roy hugged his Fuecoco once more. “So… do you think we should help him?”

Liko nodded, swinging her legs. “Yeah! I think we should! Maybe he’d feel better if he gets some more rest. It’s his turn to do most of the chores today I believe.”

“We can help him out with that so he can go take a nap or something.” Roy had a huge grin on his lips, hopping up from his seat. “What are we waiting for?”

Liko quickly got up to join him, leaving Sprigatito to curl up and nap on the couch for the time being. The two kids hunted down their mentor until they spotted him carrying a basket of laundry, heading towards the back of the ship where they hung them out to air dry.

“Hey Friede!” Roy called out. Liko saw the way Friede startled, almost dropping the basket before his grip tightened at the last second. She quickly joined Roy to stand at his side.

“Liko, Roy,” he began slowly, eyes narrowing slightly. “Did you need something?”

The kids exchanged a quick glance before Liko stepped up to answer. “W-We were hoping if we could… um, swap chores today!”

“Yeah!” Roy was quick to follow up, steamrolling through whatever response Friede might have said. “We have plans to do some training tomorrow so we were hoping if we could do our chores today to have some free time tomorrow!”

“Training?” Friede sported a questioning look but Liko took note of the fact that it wasn’t an immediate dismissal. 

“Y-Yeah! We… wanted to get more practice on battling so we can help defend our home if stuff happens.”

Liko resisted the urge to squirm from Friede’s assessing gaze. Roy wasn’t as nearly affected but she had a feeling the boy too waited with bated breath for a verdict. At last something in Friede’s eyes softened, and he sighed.

“Well, I guess I can take over your chores tomorrow. Make sure to inform Mollie about the change, alright? Don’t need her coming after my neck for foisting off work onto you two…”

Liko had a feeling that they weren’t supposed to hear that last bit. She chose not to say anything aside from carefully grabbing the laundry basket from him. Friede sighed once more, regarding the pair with a half smile. 

“If you want to practice with Cap too, let me know. I’m sure he’d be up for it.”

“Y-Yes, thank you!” she responded, injecting as much enthusiasm into her voice. Liko supposed training was on tomorrow’s agenda. Hopefully Sprigatito would be up for it.

“Yes! Me and Fuecoco are ready for the challenge!”

“Alright, alright.” Friede covered his mouth from an abrupt yawn that sneaked out. He ran his fingers through his hair, then stood up straighter. “If you two need me, I’ll be at the captain’s deck.”

“Okay!” She clamped down the urge to add I hope you’ll feel better soon!

The two kids watched Friede walk away and up the small steps until he disappeared into the room. 

“You think he’s going to nap?” Roy asked.

“Mm… I hope so.” Liko eyed the laundry in hand. “Come on, we better go hang this up while the sun’s up.”

“Okay!”

Liko hoped that Friede would feel a little better with some rest, knowing that Roy too shared her sentiment.

–

Ludlow slowly pushed the door to the captain’s deck open. Peeking his head inside, he found Cap staring inquisitively at him before recognition flashed in his eyes once his gaze landed onto the folded blanket in his arms. The Pikachu raised a paw at him, forming a little thumbs up.

“Don’t mind me,” he uttered softly. Ludlow shuffled his way inside, steps light in comparison to the soft snores escaping the young captain’s lips. Once he reached the large chair, he took a moment to observe Friede.

Being a fisherman by trade and at heart, he knew to be patient whilst keeping his senses open for even the slightest of changes. Be as still as a calm lake, hand ready to reel in the moment his lure caught something. Ludlow of course applied this in his everyday life, too.

Thus without it being explicitly stated, he knew that the rest of the youngsters were looking after their ill captain. He knew why they’ve yet to outright state it to his face; Friede could be infuriatingly stubborn, insisting that he was fine despite feeling otherwise. Ludlow supposed it matched his ambition at least. One couldn’t have thought of converting his fishing boat into an airship without being strong-willed and just a little eccentric.  

Still, he personally believed that there was a time and place for everything. Friede truly was lucky to have such caring people in his life. Ludlow didn’t exactly place himself in that circle, preferring to continue his observation of these youngsters from his spot day in and day out. 

Carefully, he unfolded the blanket before draping it over the slumbering captain’s form. Ludlow could do nothing about the rather uncomfortable position he slept in without the risk of waking him up but he did his best to tuck the blanket in. Cap too assisted him, using his paws to tug the blanket higher up.

Friede remained fast asleep throughout it all. Ludlow eventually took a step back, shared a knowing nod with Cap before shuffling his way out of the room.

–

Orla toiled the morning away within the engine room but her mind drifted every so often towards a certain someone on this ship. She didn’t let any of those thoughts affected her work as she didn’t want to worry the Pokemon that assisted her. By the time she emerged from the hot room around lunch time, she was free to ruminate about that stubborn, loveable oaf they had for a captain.

She knew that Mollie and Murdock shared similar thoughts during Friede’s time at breakfast earlier. All of them knew him well enough to know that he either refused to acknowledge his ill state or he didn’t connect the dots. 

Friede was a brilliant man, that Orla won’t deny. His plan to fashion an old fishing boat into an airship was successful mostly due to her work but the layout he presented helped with the foundation. Orla built around his vision until they had a home in the sky, soaring high and free.

As intelligent as he was, the guy could be fairly dense in keeping track of changes to his body. Sometimes he actively hid that fact, believing that he could handle it by himself until one of them had to drag him by the ear to Mollie. Other times, it just didn’t click that maybe, just maybe his body wasn’t feeling all that well. 

Orla had a feeling that it leaned more towards the latter this time. He wasn’t as defensive, though his exhaustion may have tempered it down. Regardless, his infuriating stubbornness likely remained, as it won’t even if his brain actively cooked itself. Thus Orla would give him a bit more time to come clean before dragging him to the infirmary.

In the meantime, she went to freshen herself up for lunch. Worrying about that knucklehead made her hungry, so she wasted little time in carving herself a spot at the dining table. Murdock informed them that soup and sandwiches were today’s menu. Orla lacked any doubt that it was in consideration for Friede. 

Who, as lunch progressed remained absent. Liko and Roy exchanged glances, while Murdock looked like he wanted nothing more than to get up from his seat. Ludlow and Mollie ate on as usual but she took notice on the way Mollie tapped a finger on the surface, signalling her rising ire and worry.

Orla bit back a sigh. She quickly finished up her meal, then declared to the table that, “I’ll go check up on Friede.”

It felt like the table collective exhaled a relieved breath. Murdock flashed her a grateful smile while the kids exchanged soft smiles with one another. Mollie looked up, quiet but her eyes sent a clearly defined message. 

Let me know what happens. 

The engineer dipped her head once, then stood up from her chair.

“He was napping in the captain’s deck last time I checked,” Ludlow spoke up, surprising them that he knew in the first place.

“Oh, so he did get some more rest…” She barely picked up on Liko’s muttered words prior to her exit from the dining room. Her steps were collected as she made her way up the steps to the deck.

Orla opted to enter without knocking. Her entrance drew Cap’s attention, who looked a little relieved. Her heart rate sped up slightly as she closed the distance between the door and the captain’s chair.

Taking one look at Friede, she knew why Cap reacted that way. Putting aside the uncomfortable position he fell asleep in, she spotted the dusting of red high on his cheekbones. Sweat dotted his forehead, easily revealing a fever once she pressed the back of her hand against it. 

She hated being right in this situation. Orla pulled out her Rotom Phone and sent a quick text to Mollie to prepare the infirmary since she was bringing a fever stricken idiot there within the next ten minutes. After that, she gently placed a hand on Friede’s shoulder and gave it a little shake.

Friede groaned, looking like he was trying to free his arms from the blanket in order to swat her hand away. Orla gave a harder shake, this time punctuating it with, “Hey Friede, come on wake up.”

Eventually hazy yellow eyes opened, and he blinked in confusion for a few seconds before they settled onto her face. 

“Orla…?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Come on, I’m taking you to the infirmary. You’re sick,” she stated promptly. Before his ill timed stubbornness kicked in, she needed to make decisions so that he only had time to react and not think.

It took a bit of effort for Orla to pull Friede to his feet. She had to shoulder the sudden weight pressed against her, his deep heavy breaths spoke of a sudden wave of lightheadness that he tried to get in control of. She gave him time to stand a little steadier on his feet, then with an arm around his waist for support, she started to guide her sick captain towards the infirmary.

–

Mollie had things prepared by the time Orla and Friede came stumbling in. She wasted little time in helping Orla get him on the bed, where he struggled somewhat from the hands that wanted to take his flight jacket off.

“I don’t want you in too many layers,” Mollie spoke, gently gripping Friede’s shoulder as to ground him. She waited until he settled down before starting her check-up.

After Orla left the infirmary, her hands swiftly went from one test to another; checking his temperature, pulse, the inside of his throat when he mumbled about a scratchy throat during her questioning session. Eventually, she came to the conclusion that Friede was in for a few days minimum of bed rest until the worst of the symptoms eased up.

Mollie raised an eyebrow at the mullish tilt to his eyebrows once she gave him the verdict. “I don’t want you to pass out nor increase the chance of spreading this to everyone. I’ll be having my hands full looking after one stubborn idiot.”

“Harsh,” he mumbled, cowering when her eyes hardened. Mollie could be a little cold when someone had the misfortune of igniting her ire. She preferred a cool sense of professionalism rather than allow fear to settle in. Friede genuinely worried her but as the nurse on this ship, she had to keep rational if she wanted him to recover as quickly as possible.

“Am I wrong?” she challenged.

Perhaps something finally clicked into that feverish brain of his as Friede hunched in slightly, eyes darting to the side.

“No,” he admitted. “Sorry for worrying you.”

As much as she wanted to keep a hold of the slight thrum of anger beneath her skin, Mollie simply heaved out a deep sigh, briefly pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I wish that you’d stop hiding when you’re not feeling well, Friede.” Her eyes settled onto his contrite expression. “Do you realize that you’ve got everyone worried today?”

“I, uh, I actually didn’t.” His voice sounded like a child being reprimanded, which she supposed wasn’t far from the truth. “Honest, I just thought I was feeling more tired than usual. But I guess that’s why Murdock gave me that tea, and the kids offering to switch chores with me…”

It took a lot of willpower to not roll her eyes. Honestly, this brilliant man could be so dense at times. 

“I don’t know whether it’s better that you’re ignorant or stubborn. Regardless, you’re on bedrest for coming days. I’ll give you some medication to take after you have something in your stomach. Murdock made soup so that should be easy on it.”

“He did?”

“Yes Friede. Everyone noticed you weren’t feeling well–except for you, unsurprisingly.” Her blunt tone didn’t quite match the way she slowly draped a blanket over his form. “Now you’re going to briefly rest here while I have Murdock bring some soup for you to eat. I expect you to eat as much as you’re able to, then take the medicine. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” he mumbled, sighing blissfully once Mollie placed a folded damp rag over his forehead. 

Mollie smoothened the blanket once more, her own expression softening somewhat. “Try and get some sleep, alright?”

“Mm…” She supposed that after the fight drained from his body, he couldn’t resist succumbing to some much needed rest. Mollie observed him for awhile longer, then checked her cabinet for the appropriate medicine to give Friede later.

With everyone pitching in to take care of their stubborn, loveable captain, it was her hope that he’d return back to full health before the week was up. Until then, she was in for a whole lot of whining in her immediate future… 

Not that she fully minded, she supposed.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Miss you like crazy

AN: Hello and welcome to my very first FirstPrince story which I wrote because my brain 1) is still obsessed with these two and 2) it didn’t want to work on my outstanding Shrinkyclinks Bang work or my Stucky Halloween fic. Stupid brain.

Anyway, I hope that I’ve been able to do these two justice - precious babies. Likes are loved, reblogs are golden.

Un-beta’d so apologies for any mistakes.

Cover by me. Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Summary: Henry comes to visit Alex. Alex has missed him like crazy.

Relationship: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

Word count: 1.9k

CW: Sexual content (blow jobs/hand jobs/anal sex), kissing, mild angst, affectionate banter, sweet boys in love, Post-canon.

“Alex. Oh, sweetheart…”

Henry’s low voice filled Alex’s ears the same way Henry’s cock filled his mouth.

It had been too long since they’d last seen each other, although to Alex’s mind minutes felt like aeons when he wasn’t with Henry. Which is why Alex had latched onto his personal Prince Charming as soon as Henry had made it through the door, flight-bag falling to the floor while his personal security made themselves scarce, and at home, with Cash.

“Get off me, you leech,” Henry had jokingly spluttered through Alex’s impassioned kisses. “I’m all disgusting from the flight. I need a shower.” 

Alex had drawn back and raised a brow, nimble fingers working on the buttons of Henry’s shirt. “A shower you say? Sounds like a very good idea, your Majesty.”

Which is why he found himself where he was now, knees on the hard tile, Henry’s fingers tangled in his soaked brown curls and inhaling Henry’s scent through his nose. Henry filled his mouth in the best way, letting out the most un-princely noises, and Alex didn’t care that his own cock was hanging heavy between his own thighs, because all that mattered was Henry. Henry, Henry, Henry.

Henry’s thighs tensed under Alex’s palms and his mouth let out that tell-tale grunt microseconds before Alex’s mouth was flooded, the salty, bitter taste like the sweetest ambrosia on his tongue. And despite the fact that they were in the shower, water raining down on them both, Alex reverently cleaned Henry off with his tongue, eager to prolong their intimate contact for as long as possible. Then Henry was tugging him to his feet, kissing him hard, uncaring of, or maybe because of, the taste of his own cum that lingered on Alex’s lips - his Prince was quite freaky after all.

Alex found himself whimpering as Henry’s hand, always impossibly soft and smooth, wrapped around his aching shaft. 

“Baby!”

Henry shushed him. “I know, sweetheart. I know. Missed you too. So much. Let it all out.”

Alex clung to him, fingers hanging onto the muscles of Henry’s shoulders and neck, hips flexing up into Henry’s hand and lips trailing over every inch of shower soaked skin they could reach. He came with a cry, jets of white covering Henry’s hand which were immediately washed away by the warm stream of water.

He moved his hands from Henry’s shoulders to his face, cupping it and dropping kisses over his plump lips, his cheeks and brow, muttering “I missed you, I missed you” over and over.

“I know, love. But I do need to get clean, so help me, yes? And then we can cuddle and catch up.” Henry’s gentle cajoling was laced with soft, loving amusement and Alex shook himself out of his overly needy state enough to find Henry’s shampoo in the shower caddy and massage it lazily into his scalp. They didn’t speak much as they finished up, just exchanged a few kisses and caresses as they took turns washing each other. They didn’t need words - their actions said all that they needed to. 

Twenty minutes after Henry had first arrived Alex was launching himself down onto the bed. Henry, sitting up against the headboard, white fluffy towel around his waist and frankly showing off more delectable damp flesh than Alex thought decent, just smiled, indulgently.

“Must you be such a child?” 

Alex clambered up onto his knees, readjusting his own towel and hoping that Henry found his bared flesh just as tantasling. He bounced slightly, just enough to jiggle both the mattress and his boyfriend. “It’s not my fault that the earth moves when I’m around.” He bounced again. “It seems I can rock your world in more than one way.”

Henry rolled his eyes. “That was terrible.”

Alex grinned back and waggled his eyebrows. “Terribly sexy, you mean.”

A small chuckle burst from Henry’s throat and he reached out his hand to snag Alex’s wrist. “Come here, you adorable idiot.” He gave a small tug and Alex lost his balance and fell forward, ending up sprawled across Henry’s lap and chest, nose to chin.

“Hi.” His voice was breathy and he could feel his heart trying to explode out of his chest as Henry lifted his hand and pushed back a lock of unruly, damp curls. “Hello, yourself. Tell me - how do you get even more pretty with each passing day?”

“The love of a good man?” Alex quipped.

“Hhmm. You’ll have to introduce me some time.” 

Well…” Alex said with a heavy drawl, “I dunno. He can be a stuck-up prick some of the time. A silver spoon shoved right up his ass.”

Henry’s lips twitched. “He and I should get along fine, then.” He lowered his head and pressed his mouth to Alex’s, coaxing him to open up, like the sun convinces the flowers. They made out lazily, enjoying being close and the fuzziness of arousal still tempered by their earlier shower-based antics, until Henry broke the kiss and pressed Alex’s head down to rest on his chest.

“How have you been, love?” Alex could feel Henry’s chest rumble under his ear as he spoke. It was a bit of a redundant question, given that they spoke every evening, but somehow all those times on the phone didn’t seem to count now they were actually together again. 

“Alright, I suppose. School is… well, school, but I think I’ve got a good handle on this semester’s topics. Mom is still riding high on post-election elation and June is June - equally my best friend and my worst enemy at the same time. Dad says hi, and can’t wait to host you for the next Claremont-Diaz cookout.” He walked his fingers up Henry’s body, pausing to draw invisible swirls on his abs. “And you? How was your flight?” He tipped his head back and looked up at Henry, getting a view of his chin and nostrils. It was perfect.

“The flight was good. No turbulence this time, so no paper bags required. Phillip’s still being an insufferable arse, so no change there at all. Oh! Did I tell you about David’s new trick? Well it’s less of a trick and more like a response. Every time he sees Martha, which luckily isn’t all that often, he whines and then…” Henry’s chest started to shake with laughter and Alex sat up, mainly so he could fully see the creases around Henry’s eyes as amusement overtook him. “...and then he urinates…” For a moment Henry was wheezing so hard he couldn't get his words out. Alex has never loved him more. “...on her shoes! He’s ruined three pairs and both Bea and I have to keep straight faces. I thought keeping us a secret was hard but…” 

Henry dissolved into another fit of laughter, sliding down the bed until he was lying flat. Alex watched him. Watched Henry’s eyes - when they were open - sparkle with unaffected joy. It’s something that was once rare, and while not yet usual, is becoming more so. Alex was so in love his chest hurt. 

“I can’t express how much I’ve missed you. Every morning when I wake and you aren’t here it feels as though there is a part of me missing. I miss seeing your silk eye mask askew and that little bubble of drool in the corner of your mouth.” Alex reached out and brushed his fingers over said spot. Henry stopped laughing and watched him back, another emotion now on display in deep blue eyes. 

Alex continued. “I miss this freckle right here.” He dropped his head quickly and placed a brief kiss on the light brown mark on Henry’s collarbone. “I miss this little bit of hair, just here.” Alex’s fingers toyed with the small patch which happened to lie just to the left of Henry’s right nipple, making him arch up and suck in a ragged breath. Alex didn’t tease there for too long, his hand continuing a downward path, dislodging Henry’s towel. “I miss this scar from your riding accident…” his thumb pressed into the stripe of silvery flesh on Henry’s hip bone, “... which proves to me that you’re a real human and not a lizard-person from outer space. I miss you.”

Henry’s eyes were dark and a pink flush was making its way up his neck. “Alex. Sweetheart. Please.” His legs slowly parted and Alex trailed his hand down lower, past Henry’s now straining cock to caress the soft, peach-fuzz hair on his inner thighs. Henry pulled his lower lip in between his teeth, not quite stifling his low moan.

Alex was entranced. He always was when he and Henry were together like this. He still couldn’t believe that he even got to have this. Got to have Henry in a way that was totally private and only belonged to them. The world may have seen their messages, the written evidence of their love, but no-one else would ever be privy to this.

Henry’s head turned back and forth on the silk pillowcase, his chest heaving as Alex opened him up, fingers scissoring and brushing lightly over his prostate every few strokes. And when Henry was desperate, uncharacteristic curses slipping from his lips, Alex slicked himself up and pressed carefully into him. They both sighed as he bottomed out, this ultimate, close connection being what they had both been waiting for from the moment Henry had arrived.

Alex tangled the fingers of his right hand with Henry’s left, as he rolled his hips, slow and deep. Since he’d met Henry he’d had to start thinking of himself as a blasphemer, because this - THIS - was the most religious experience he’d ever had. Carving a space for himself inside of Henry. Being the cause of the pleasure suffusing Henry’s whole being. Getting to see all of Henry’s thoughts and emotions flicker across his face as he whimpered and whined.

“Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself feel good. Make us feel good.”

Henry snaked his right hand down between them, his knuckles rubbing against Alex’s happy trail as he stroked himself in time with Alex’s thrusts. And when Henry stuttered out “Kiss me, Alex. Please.” Alex did, taking Henry’s cries and swallowing them down selfishly so no-one else could have them. Henry tightened almost impossibly around him and Alex was definitely a sinner because there was no way he deserved something so pure and good and right.

They lay together, on top of the messed-up counterpane and the crumpled, damp towels. Their positions were reversed from earlier, Henry laying his head upon Alex’s chest. Alex dropped a kiss to Henry’s sweat damp brow and thought that both of them could probably do with another shower, although maybe separate this time.

“When do you have to go back?” Alex didn’t want to ask, but he had to know - had to prepare and steel his heart for the pain of separation.

Henry sighed. “Thirty-six hours. Probably more like thirty-four by now.”

Glad that Henry couldn’t see his face from his position, Alex winced and tried to work out how to get the best out of their time together, but it wasn’t going to be enough. It would never be enough until they could find a way to be more together than apart. “I miss you already,” he said, his heart an already leaden weight in his chest.

Henry stroked his hand up and down Alex’s arm. “I know, sweetheart. I miss you already, too.”

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New trailer! Which means new details for me to obsess over lol, so get ready

First, there's a shot at the airplane hangar with a bunch of masked dudes in vans shooting the place up-- so looks like Thony's plan to bring meds from The Philippines (and to bring Fi back) will run into a big roadblock there. Probably a rival cartel (likely Sin Cara?) trying to prevent her bringing drugs onto their turf. But ugh also it looks like Arman's caddy is there????? Thony is there in her girlboss outfit when the shooting happens, so I'm guessing she was the one who drove the caddy there to keep up her appearance as the badass crime lady from 2x12 (which means she would have had to go to Arman and Nadia's house to ask Nadia for it probably?). But oh god I don't think I could take it if the caddy got destroyed... please writers, show some mercy!

In one clip we see Thony sitting on the floor in Luca's room crying with a bottle of alcohol beside her, and she's looking at her phone- the trailer makes it look like she's talking to Fi about the price on her head, and she probably is, but what if it's a sneaky cut of a different phone conversation, and in that scene she's actually talking to someone about Arman??? ughhhh help me

Thony goes to someone to get in touch with the cartel, and then we see her basically offering her services to Jorge's sister Ramona (which makes sense; she has a skillset that she already knows is valuable to criminal organisations and which has saved her life before. Why wouldn't she try offering it again?), and then Ramona says that they will protect her family. So either Jorge and Ramona are part of a rival cartel from Sin Cara and are protecting her from them in exchange for her special cleaning lady skills, or they are Sin Cara (whether Thony knows it or not) and choose to use her rather than kill her, because doing so both eliminates the threat that her drug smuggling posed to their business, and also allows them to repeatedly punish her for it until they eventually do decide to kill her.

The glimpses of Jorge picking her up to go clean up a body in some kind of warehouse are clearly meant as parallels with those kind of moments she had with Arman, but I'm really hoping that the writers will flip the expectations there, and instead of having the same kind of partnership that formed between her and Arman happen again with Jorge, they write it to be much more antagonistic and captor/captive. After all, Arman had to put her in those tough situations because it was the only way he could prove her worth to Hayak and keep her safe; whereas Jorge very much seems to be the man in charge, which means he is putting her through all of that just because he can.

Anyways this 'new chapter' they keep pushing better be Thony's mob queen era and not her new romance arc that's all I'm saying lol

( @igetthebag @prhiswife @psharlovee you guys got any thoughts lol?)

[blxckdragonfly]

Lucky Ones (Darkness Finds You Universe Drabble #4)

(Song: "Lucky Ones" by Lana Del Rey.

Pairing: Chris Motionless x Lycia Winters "Pronunciation of her name-- Lai-shuh" (played by Ana De Armas)

Word Count: 4,577

Warnings: Mention of insecurity, slight smut on the page and Chris being fluffy af.

Synopsis: Lycia and Chris are back home in Scranton after being on The Dark Horizon tour and how they're enjoying their time at home.

And we're back with the drabbles! I hope you're enjoying them as I do. They've been really fun and I love coming back to these two so much. Co-written with @blackrose-92! x Tiger)

Chris and Lycia’s Home– Scranton, Pennsylvania: August 21st, 2023. 

It was a week after Motionless had headlined The Dark Horizon Tour with In This Moment, Fit For A King and From Ashes To New. Chris and I are back home in Scranton, Pennsylvania with our two pugs, Fang and Luna. 

I wake up in our bed to the sound of light rain hitting the windows and I sigh, taking in the relaxing feeling and not having to worry about being in a tour bus with his bandmates. I glance over at Chris, who’s still asleep behind me and I run my fingers along his tattooed arm, which was wrapped around my waist all night. 

As I lay there, I can’t help but be grateful for our time together with the constant touring. It's rare that we get to spend quality time in the comfort of our own home. I snuggle more into his embrace, feeling the warmth spread through my body. Chris stirs behind me, slowly opening his brown eyes. 

“Good morning, honey,” He whispers, voice still husky from sleep. I turn to face him, my yellow-green hazel eyes meeting his. 

“Morning, babe. Did you sleep well?” I ask with a smile gracing my lips. 

“Better than ever,” He admits, nuzzling into my neck. “I’ve missed sleeping in our bed.” 

I giggle softly as I run my fingers through his short hair and down his tattooed jawline. “Me too, It’s nice not to be in a cramped tour bus for once.” 

The rain outside picks up, pattering against the window harder as Chris smirks softly and leans in to kiss me. I melt into the kiss, my body responding to Chris’s touch. Chris’s hands roam down my body, tracing the curve of my hips and the slope of my waist. I moan softly into his mouth, my hands moving through his short hair. 

As the rain intensified, so did our passion. Chris pulls away from the kiss, his breathing ragged. 

“Mmm. Let’s take a shower,” He says, his voice thick with desire. 

I grin, nodding eagerly as Chris leads me into our bathroom, shedding our clothes as we go, the steam from the shower envelopes us as we step inside, the hot water beating down on our skin. Chris kisses me again, his hands roaming over my body as the water cascades. His hands move my thighs apart slightly. 

I shudder as I feel Chris’s arousal against my thigh and moan softly, my hands touching his back and moving up to tug on his short hair. Chris grunts into the kiss before pulling back, allowing the water to wash over us. 

I let out a playful whine as I try to pull Chris’s head back to me, my hands searching for the bar of soap on the shower caddy. I lather it up, rubbing over Chris’s tattooed chest, stomach and back until he’s covered in bubbles. Chris smirks, taking the soap from me– the smell of pumpkin spice and cinnamon filling the room. 

He begins lathering up my body as he runs the soap along my tattoos– from the phoenix on my hip to the fox and deer antlers on my sides, making me squeal and giggle in delight. Once we’re both covered in soap bubbles, we kiss once more as our hands explore each other’s bodies. 

Chris lifts my leg, holding it up as he slips inside of me, neither one of us breaking the kiss. I gasp into the kiss, my hands holding onto Chris’s shoulders as he moves within me. When Chris pulls away, both of us are panting. 

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper softly as my hands move down Chris’s back, my nails digging into his flesh. “You feel so good inside of me.” 

“You like that, honey? You like feeling me inside of you?” Chris whispers into my ear, his voice low and husky. 

“Yes,” I moan, nodding my head as Chris continues to thrust slowly while meeting my lips in a deep kiss. 

“Hmm. I guess I’m not the only one who’s feeling good,” Chris says with a chuckle into the kiss. 

“Shut up!” I say, slapping him playfully on his shoulder. 

“Hey, babe. You’re the one moaning, not me,” Chris says, smirking at me. 

“Well, I can’t help it. This feels good,” I say, my eyes focus on Chris’s face. 

“Good,” Chris whispers into my lips as he smiles at me and pulls me close to kiss me again. His thrusts become faster, a deep but feral growl escaping from his lips. He pulls away from the kiss to look into my eyes. 

“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?” He growls out, his hands on my hips as the sound of his voice turns me on further by the second– it’s so hot. 

“Fuck, yes,” I whimper as I lower my head down to bite on Chris’s shoulder. 

“Good. Because I’m almost there, babe. You’re so fucking beautiful,” He groans out. I dig my nails into his back, shuddering as I came. Chris lets out a deep guttural moan as he thrusts into me over and over again before he reaches his climax. 

“Oh my God, baby. Fuck,” He breathed out, a satisfied smile on his face. I, on the other hand, am not feeling so great. 

“Mm,” I nod as my head starts to spin a bit as I lean back against the shower wall, trying to balance myself and my vision has an aura. I feel like I’m going to pass out because I know I have a migraine coming. I don’t get them very often but when I do, the pain is excruciating and they make me sick to my stomach too. 

“Lycia? Are you okay?” Chris asks, his voice becoming concerned. 

“Yeah, I’m good. I think I just need to lay down for a moment,” I say. I’m about to fall over, my vision is so blurry and everything’s spinning. 

“Oh, shit. Are you having a migraine?” Chris asks as he helps me out of the shower and wraps a towel around me. 

“I think so,” I reply, my voice muffled by the towel I’d been clutching. 

“Alright. I’ll help you get dressed and settled on the couch. I’ll grab you some Excedrin from the kitchen,” Chris says, leading me into the bedroom to help me get dressed into an oversized charcoal gray Nightmare Before Christmas tee from Fashion Nova that had Jack Skellington and Sally on it and a pair of comfy black shorts before bringing me into the living room, keeping the blinds closed down and the room as dark as he can to help soothe me. 

As I lay there on the couch, I feel the throbbing pain in my head increase with each passing moment. My stomach churns and I feel like I’m going to be sick. Chris brings me Excedrin and some water but the pills didn’t seem to be working their magic as I need them too. Chris sits beside me, his hands rubbing gentle circles on my back. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks softly, with a worry look on his face. I open my eyes and look up at his brown eyes. 

“Not great,” I admit, my voice barely a whisper. “It feels like my head is about to explode.” 

Chris looks at me with sympathy and kisses my forehead softly. 

“I’m sorry, honey. Is there anything I can do to help?” Chris murmurs. I think for a moment and I nod as I look at him. 

“There is one thing you can do, actually,” I say. 

“What is it?” Chris asks, eager to do anything to ease my pain. 

“Could you massage my temples, please?” I request. Chris nods, moving his hand from my back to my temples, he uses his fingers to apply pressure in a circular motion, trying to relieve some of the tension in my head. 

I close my eyes and breathe deeply, feeling myself start to relax a little. Chris’s touch is gentle but also firm and it felt wonderful against my skin. After a few minutes, my head begins to feel a little better. 

I open my eyes and look up at Chris, who’s still massaging my temples. I can’t help but feel grateful for his loving touch and his willingness to help me in any way possible. 

“Thank you, Chris.” I murmur, leaning my head back against the couch cushions. “You always know how to take care of me.” 

Chris smiles down at me. “Of course, baby. Anything for my girl.” 

I reach up to stroke his cheek, my black and red nails stroking his tattooed jawline and down his neck. Chris leans into my touch, enjoying the sensation of my nails against his skin before his hand takes mine and he places a soft kiss against my knuckles. I pull away with a sigh, feeling slightly better now that the pain has begun to dull down from his massage. 

“Do you want something to eat?” Chris asks as he stands up from the couch. I shake my head no but then realize that I’m actually quite hungry. 

“Actually, I could eat something,” I say with a small smile. Chris smiles back and nods, heading into the kitchen to make me something light but filling. While he’s gone, I close my eyes once more and let out a deep breath of relief. I feel much better than I have before Chris’s massage and suddenly the thought of food didn’t seem so bad at all. 

Let's get out of this town, baby, we're on fire

Everyone around here seems to be going down, down, down

If you stick with me, I can take you higher and higher

It feels like all of our friends are lost

Nobody's found, found, found

When Chris comes back into the living room, he’s carrying a tray with vegan grilled cheese sandwiches and two bowls of tomato soup. He sets the tray down on the coffee table and hands me one of the black plates. I thank him before beginning to eat, savoring every bite while we both watch horror movies together. 

As we’re re-watching Hereditary together, my heart races faster with every jump scare. Sure, horror movies don’t phase me that often but this one does. Chris seems to pick up on my fear and pulls me closer, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling my head against his chest. 

“Feeling scared, honey?” Chris asks, his voice gentle and soothing. 

“A little bit,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. Chris nuzzles his face into the side of my neck, I feel his warm breath on my skin. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you,” Chris says, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. I feel a shiver run down my spine at the sound of his voice, I know Chris is just trying to comfort me but I couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement at his words. I turn to face him, my heart beating faster as I look up into his deep brown eyes. 

“Promise?” I mumble, my voice small and barely audible. Chris chuckles as he leans down and brushes his lips against my ear, sending more shivers down my spine. 

“You know I always keep my promises, my Lycia,” He whispers, his warm breath causing me to shudder as I lean in closer, pressing my body to his as I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. 

I got so scared, I thought no one could save me

You came along, scooped me up like a baby

As the movie finally draws to a close, I sigh as I rest in Chris’s tattooed arms, my migraine long forgotten as I lean up and press a few soft kisses against his throat, eliciting a soft hum from his lips as he pulls me even closer, his fingers running along the red inked snake tattoo on my left outer forearm. 

Chris could feel my body tense up as a wave of insecurity passes through me as he leans in to place a kiss on my lips. He can sense that there’s something bothering me and wants to know what it is. 

“Hey. You okay, babe?” He asks, breaking off the kiss. 

I hesitate for a moment before clearing my throat and finally begin to speak. “I… I’m not sure, Chris. I just feel… Sad. And it’s not because of Marcus this time.” 

Chris looks at me with concern etching on his face. “What’s going on, Lycia? You know you can tell me anything.” 

“Sometimes I just feel like I’m not enough, you know? That I should live up to this expectation all because the public sees me as the girlfriend of Chris Motionless, not that that bothers me or anything. I… I want to be the best girlfriend that I can be for you but sometimes I feel like that’s not enough.” I sigh as unshed tears glisten in my eyes as I pull away from him.

Chris reaches out and pulls me close, feeling my body tremble against him. He runs his hand through my caramel brown hair, brushing it away from my face. 

“Hey,” He says softly as he cups my chin and lifts it so I can look into his eyes. “You are more than enough for me. You’re my partner in life- nothing less than that.” 

He kisses me on the cheek lightly before continuing. 

“The public’s opinion doesn’t matter to me, Lycia, all that matters is what we have between us.” He wipes away a tear from my face with his thumb before adding quietly, “And that’s something that nobody can take away from us.” 

I lean into him and I hug him tightly, his warmth and support is exactly what I need in this moment and I’m grateful for it. I know that no matter what happens in life, Chris would always be here for me and stand by my side when I need him most. 

“Thank you,” I whisper into his chest as we embrace each other tightly in our own little world, one where we could forget about reality and just focus on each other for a while longer. 

Chris pulls away from me, looking deeply into my eyes. A small smile lit up his face as he spoke. 

“Of course, babe,” He said softly, his hands still cupping my face tenderly. “You don’t ever, ever have to worry about not being enough for me. You’re more than enough; you’re everything.” 

Every now and then, the stars align

Boy and girl meet by the great design

Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?

He paused for a moment before continuing. “In this world I think we all feel like we don’t measure up sometimes- like we’re not good enough even when we know deep down that that’s not true, but I need you to remember that even in those moments of doubt, I’m here with you.” 

He leans forward to place a kiss on my forehead before adding softly, “No matter what, Lycia, I’ll always be here.” 

I feel tears prick at the corner of my eyes as the emotion of the moment overwhelms me– I have never felt so loved or supported before. I hug Chris tightly again before pulling back to look into his eyes once more with a soft smile on my lips; this man is truly amazing and I feel so lucky to have him in my life. 

“I feel so lucky to have you,” I say softly, brushing away my tears with the back of my hand. “I feel like I can trust you with anything and that’s such a precious gift.” 

Chris smiles at me as he gently tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. 

“You can always trust me,” He whispers, his voice full of sincerity. He leans forward and kisses my forehead tenderly before continuing. “And I promise I will always be here, no matter what. Okay?” 

I nod, feeling a warmth spreading through my chest as I look at Chris with love in my eyes. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have someone like him by my side– someone who not only accepts all of who I am, but also believes in and supports every single one of the dreams I hold close to my heart. 

“Besides,” Chris places a soft kiss onto my temple. “Jeremy Saffer wouldn’t have taken you under his wing if he didn’t see how talented you are as a photographer, Lycia. Your photos are unique and captivating, honey. You have a passion for the craft that is unrivaled and I believe in you. That’s why I’m so proud of everything you’ve accomplished. You have the potential to be one of the best photographers in the rock and metal industry.” 

I feel my heart swell with emotion as Chris speaks, his kind words and unwavering support means more to me than I can ever put into words. I look into his eyes with a grateful smile, feeling overwhelmed by the love I see radiating from them. 

Everybody told me love was blind

Then I saw your face and you blew my mind

Finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time

“Thank you,” I whisper, reaching up to cup his face gently between my hands. “You have no idea how much your encouragement and faith in me means to me. You’re the only one that I know, outside of my brothers who truly believes in my dream of becoming a great photographer.” 

Chris smiles at me tenderly, his thumb wiping away a tear that escapes down my cheek. 

“Of course I believe in you,” He says softly, leaning forward to place another soft kiss on my temple. “I will always believe in you, Lycia.” 

I close my eyes and sigh in content when I feel Chris’s lips press against my skin. I’ve never received such unconditional love and support from anyone like I have with Chris; It means more to me than I could ever explain. 

I open my eyes to look at him once more, see the love in his brown eyes before speaking quietly, “I love you so much, Christopher Cerulli. You always know how to make me feel better.” 

Chris grins at me and places a hand on my cheek. “I know and I love you too, Lycia. And I will always make sure to take care of you, no matter what.” 

Boy, get into my car, got a bad desire

You know that we'll never leave if we don't get out now, now, now

My eyes begin to glimmer with tears once more as I touch his hand, his fingers responding to my touch and intertwining our fingers together as I shake my head at him. 

“I never thought that love can be this real,” I whisper, my voice shaking with emotion. “I thought it was just a concept, something people talk about but never truly experience. But with you, Chris, I feel like I’m living a dream. A beautiful, never ending dream.” 

“You deserve all the love in the world,” Chris murmurs gruffly before leaning in to kiss my lips softly. “You are the most amazing woman I have ever met, and I will always cherish you.” 

I gasp softly at the intensity of his words before leaning in to kiss him deeply, letting all of our feelings for one another be expressed in this single kiss. When we finally pull away from each other, I can feel tears pricking at the corner of my eyes as happiness bubbles up in my chest. 

It’s then that I realize just how deep Chris’s love ran for me. It makes my heart swell with joy knowing that I have someone who fully believes in my dream of being an extraordinary photographer and who would always be there to support and encourage me, no matter what happens. 

Chris places a gentle finger under my chin as he brushes away a stray tear from my eye with his thumb. 

"I will always be here for you," He says tenderly when he pulls away from our embrace. "No matter what happens, I will always be there for you and I will never let go." 

I feel another wave of emotion overcome me as tears begin to stream down my cheeks and I wrap my arms around Chris’s neck, hugging him tightly as I feel all of the love we share wash over us in that moment. 

For the longest time, I have been searching for someone who would not only unconditionally fill the unexpected void that Marcus left when he died, but could believe in my dreams and stand by my side no matter what– and now that I have found that person in Chris Motionless. I finally know what it feels like to find true happiness and Chris is that happiness. 

Every now and then, the stars align

Boy and girl meet by the great design

Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?

We both laugh as we break apart from each other, our eyes meeting in a moment of shared joy. As the moments pass, the laughter between us fades away and is replaced with a deep contentment that neither of us have felt before. 

It’s then that I notice that our two black pugs, Fang and Luna, had begun to whine from where they’d been laying on the foot of the couch, asleep. We both share a smile as Chris reaches down to ruffle the fur behind their ears before standing up and holding his hand out for me to take. 

“Come on,” He says softly. “Let’s go take our furry friends out for some fresh air.” 

I smile as I allow myself to be pulled to my feet by Chris’s strong grip. Hand in hand, we walk down the hallway toward the backyard, the pugs following happily behind us. Once outside, Fang and Luna run around exploring all the smells. 

We follow our fur babies out into the backyard, stopping to admire the lush greenery around us. The sun had started to set on the horizon, casting a soft glow over the entire area. We both feel a sense of peace wash over us as we explore the tranquil atmosphere. 

We let Fang and Luna explore for a few minutes before we convince them to go back inside. As we walk back to the house, I can’t help but smile as Chris pets Fang affectionately on the head. 

“I can tell that you two have already become best friends,” I say with a laugh as I look at him fondly. 

Chris smiles at my comment before pulling me close for another kiss. 

“You wanna know who else I’m becoming great friends with? Because when I look at her, I think to myself– what a wonder-fur world.” He says, teasingly. My eyes widen in surprise as I laugh uncontrollably at his cheesy dad joke. 

“You’re so silly,” I say between laughs as I try to push him away playfully, only for Chris to pull me closer and capture my lips with his own once again in a passionate kiss that leaves me breathless by the time it ends.

 Finally, when we break away from each other again, Chris takes my hand and leads me back inside where Fang and Luna are already waiting impatiently at the door for us. 

Together, we all go into the living room and curl up on the couch with Fang and Luna snuggle up against our sides while Chris and I cuddle close together under a cozy blanket as we finish our horror movie marathon into the night until finally drifting off into a peaceful sleep together alongside our canine companions in our bed. 

Then I saw your face and you blew my mind

Finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time

The night is still young as I stir, feeling Chris’s strong arm wrap around my waist. I turn to face him, taking in the sight of his sleeping form in the dim light of the TV. I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having him in my life. 

As I lay there, lost in thought, Chris’s hands begin to wander my body and it elicits a soft moan from my lips. He pulls me close, his lips seeking mine in a heated kiss. 

I respond eagerly, my hands roaming over Chris’s body as we give in to our desires, Fang and Luna stirring at the foot of the bed, sensing the shift in our energy but quickly settle back down as Chris and I get ourselves lost in each other. 

We lay tangled in the sheets, our bodies slick with sweat and our breathing heavy as we came down from our high. Chris pulls me close, my head coming to rest on his tattooed chest, my cheek laying against the haunted house he has tattooed there. 

“I love you,” I whisper into the night and Chris can’t help but smile as he brushes his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. 

“I love you too, honey,” He murmurs softly as he continues to run his fingers through my hair as we bask in the afterglow of our passionate night. 

Feels like, feels like, you know it feels like

Falling in love for the first time

Feels like, you know it feels like

Falling in love

I close my eyes and snuggle closer to him, allowing myself to relax into his embrace. Fang and Luna move in closer too, curling up against the end of the bed with content sighs. 

The evening, despite my migraine, has been perfect and for a moment it feels as if time has stopped spinning; this little home we’ve made between these walls is all that matters right now. 

Chris smiles down at me before he presses another kiss to my forehead before we settle down for a peaceful night of sleep together, embraced in each other’s arms with hearts breathing and breathing in perfect tempo. 

Every now and then, the stars align

Boy and girl meet by the great design

Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?

Everybody told me love was blind

Then I saw your face and you blew my mind

Finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time…

[golfguru-sarahsicard]

Teeing Up for the Future

There is history and a story wrapped up in any place you may visit, but especially the Bass Rocks Golf Club, a prestigious golf course hosting 700-800 members a season. The original six-hole course opened in 1896 but was soon transformed into a nine-hole course in 1904. But as popularity for the game of golf grew the course expanded to 18-holes in 1913. Since then Bass Rocks has had irrigation systems installed, practice greens created, and maintained to offer a great experience of golf. A part of the company today is Head Golf Professional Todd Scarafoni, working in his 7th season at Bass Rocks. Scarafoni has always had love for the game of golf, knowing that that is what he wanted to make of his future. First learning to play at The Country Club of Pittsfield in Massachusetts, then playing golf as a high schooler out in Western Massachusetts, and soon being recruited to play in college at Franklin & Marshall College in Pennsylvania his future was being laid out in front of him. Fast forward and Scarafoni has been working in the industry for 25 years, gaining experience from other courses like The Golf Club at Turner Hill, where he worked before Bass Rocks. Within the interview conducted with Scarafoni he emphasizes what it takes to be willing to work hard, to really show that you want to be there. His integrity, he mentions, is what he hopes people will remember him by. He takes pride in being able to watch his students develop skills through the course of the lessons he provides them, pleased with being able to help others around the game of golf. Scarafoni serves the members on and off the course, working around the clock from around mid April to mid November to ensure that their experience is one to remember. Overall the Head Golf Pro is very proud of the career he has made for himself and hopes that everyone can enjoy their job as much as he does. 

Q: How did you get started in the golf industry?

A: I grew up playing in junior golf programs, got good at it and ended up playing in highschool and then got recruited to play in college. I worked at a golf course starting out caddying then worked in the bag room then worked in the golf shop. Golf was a big part of my life as a teen growing up. When I went to school and played in college I kinda set a trajectory and I really enjoy doing it.

Q: What is the best part about finally working in the golf industry after being surrounded by it your whole life?

A: There is a tremendous amount of personal satisfaction. For me the goal was always to work through the process in the industry with the prospect of being the Head Professional and running an operation at a facility. Not everybody achieves that goal, it’s hard to become head pro. Being a good instructor is very satisfying and fulfilling and watching your students get better is very rewarding. 

Q: What are some of the most important things you have learned over the years working in the industry?

A: There is no getting around working hard. You can’t accomplish anything unless you’re willing to work hard. With any position, integrity is important and all you really have at the end of the day is your word and integrity. I’ve… built myself around those two things. I like to think I’m a person of integrity who’s not afraid of hard work.

Q: What does a typical day for you look like?

A: I usually put in 10-12 hours a day at least six days per week. I could be here as early as 6am and stay as late as 8pm, depending upon the day. There really is no typical day; taking time to engage with members is very important… I spend a lot of time administering, whether it's my staff, payroll, scheduling, tournament preparation and committee meetings, etc. Essentially making sure that everything is getting done in the manner that it is supposed to!

Q: How do you feel you are able to connect with the members as well as anybody else that comes into the club?

A: At the end of the day people are looking for a good experience and there are a lot of ways to make that happen. Really we are in the service business. I am here to facilitate golf but I’m really here to do whatever needs doing. So if somebody is enjoying the product that we are putting forth it is very difficult to not have a good relationship with that person.

Q: What are some of the daily challenges you face in the industry?

A: Being as busy as we are can be a challenge, there is very rarely down time. Not unlike any other business but the sheer volume of programming we do here in a short season makes for a very busy season. Unlike a lot of corporate structures, working for a membership, about 700-800 members, I essentially have that number of bosses all thinking they can tell me what to do. That can be difficult having to work with so many people that believe they are your boss.

Q: What goes into setting up tournaments and making sure it is successful?

A: A lot of organization. Getting ahead of what needs to happen is a big part of it. One of the biggest hurdles… is meeting the deadlines that need to be met but still being helpful to the members by extending deadlines and moving things around. There is a lot of moving laterally, being able to be fluid and adaptable. If you go into the running of an event rigidly it is going to upset a lot of people and make more work for yourself. If we can know that we are going to ebb and flow it makes it a whole lot easier to keep people happy. 

Q: When is your favorite time to golf?

A: I love autumn, it is beautiful. I like playing when it is hot out. Summer time, 36 holes, 95 degrees, I’m all about that too. I guess there’s not a time I don’t enjoy playing. But given my choice if it’s not nice out… I don’t really feel like going out to do that. If I can’t play in short sleeves, I’m not inclined to do it.

Q: During the "off-season" for the course what do you typically do/work on?

A: Enjoy some down time with family and go to Florida to play in professional events.

Q: What are you looking to achieve in years to come?

A: Not much, I certainly want to continue to do my job to the best of my ability. I can’t say at this point in my career that I can say I know when I am going to retire but I am very happy where I am. That doesn’t mean I don’t strive to be better at what I do but I am not necessarily looking to climb any higher.