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3 Best Smelling Hugo Boss Cologne

In this article, we dive deep into the best-smelling Hugo Boss perfumes. Here we experience the allure of masculine fragrances as we delve into the captivating world of HUGO BOSS Cologne. In this article, we discover three extraordinary fragrances: Hugo Boss Hugo Extreme Cologne, Hugo Red Cologne, and Boss In Motion Black Cologne. Each fragrance represents a unique aspect of masculinity, ranging from intense and bold to refined and charismatic. Let's ready to embark on a scent journey. We compile below there to celebrate male confidence and charm through these above perfumes.

Hugo Boss Hugo Extreme Cologne for Men

Hugo Boss Hugo Extreme Cologne is an aromatic fragrance. This fragrance is launched in the market in 2016. This fragrance is inspired to give modern touch through its intensity and allure. Hugo Extreme cologne opens with invigorating top notes of green apple and grapefruit. These top notes are creating a refreshing and energizing aura. Heart notes of lavender and sage add an herbal and aromatic twist. The base notes of cedarwood and cedar resin make it a woody and masculine base. Hugo Boss Hugo Extreme Cologne is designed for the modern man who dares to push boundaries and leave a lasting impression. 

Hugo Red Cologne by Hugo Boss for Men

Hugo Red Cologne exudes confidence and charisma whenever you wear it. This captivating fragrance opens with vibrant top notes of grapefruit, rhubarb, and basil, creating an energizing and refreshing introduction. Heart notes of cedarwood and pineapple provide a warm and spicy character, while base notes of amber and musk provide depth and sensuality. Hugo Red Cologne is designed for the modern man who embodies his unique style and leaves a lasting impression. It is a fragrance that captures the essence of passion and allure, making it a perfect choice for any occasion where you want to stand out from the crowd.

Boss In Motion Black Cologne by Hugo Boss for Men

Boss In Motion Black Cologne embodies sophistication and magnetism. This delectable cologne opens with dynamic top notes of black pepper and cardamom. These all top notes create a spicy and invigorating aura. Heart notes of rose and cinnamon add an elegant and aromatic twist. The base notes of patchouli and vetiver provide a warm and sensual base. Boss In Motion Black Cologne is designed for the modern man who exudes charisma and confidence. It is a fragrance that grabs attention and leaves a lasting impression with its sophisticated and captivating composition.

Conclusion

HUGO BOSS has created a collection of captivating colognes that celebrate the essence of masculinity. Whether it is the intense allure of Hugo Boss Hugo Extreme Cologne, the charismatic presence of Hugo Red Cologne, or the refined magnetism of Boss In Motion Black Cologne, these fragrances offer a symphony of scents to suit every occasion and personality. Embrace the essence of masculinity and choose a scent that matches your style and leaves a lasting impression.

[sanchit165]

Boss In Motion Black Cologne was launched in 2006 as a Woody Aromatic Fragrance. It has Notes of Kumquat, Grapefruit, Bergamot, Myrrh, Sandalwood, and Ginger. It has a fresh citrus feel which makes it the best option to wear in summer. The Ginger note is the only thing that is giving it spiciness and that is making it a Masculine Fragrance. It has a Bold, Elegant, and Sophisticated feel which makes it even better and made a well known fragrance.

[pascalispretty]

All Wound Up

Nick Amaro x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2063

Warnings: Friends with benefits, drunk sex, whiskey dick, spanking, rimming, Nick being a tease

Summary: When his body won't cooperate with what he wants to do, Nick finds a new way to tease you. Can be read as part of the Mutually Beneficial universe.

A/N: Happy Kinktober everybody! This is my entry for Day Three: Rimming. Prompts from @absurdthirst's list, and my thanks as always to @misscharlielulu. (ao3).

You and Nick return to your apartment much earlier than you had expected. The two of you had met in a bar not far from your place and would have been content to stay for longer had some idiot not spilled a pint of beer all down your back. Your dress clung wetly to you, and beer dripped from your hair as the two of you walked home.

“I need to shower,” you say, wrinkling your nose in disgust as you catch a whiff of your hair. It takes you a minute to locate your keys, your fingers rendered clumsy with tipsiness as you rifle through your bag.

“You want company in there?” Nick asks, raising his eyebrow suggestively at you. Giggling, you catch his hand as you make your way into the elevator and hit the button for your floor.

“Nice try. I need to actually try and get clean.”

“What’s the point? You’ll just get dirty again after.” Nick teases as you both exit the elevator and open the door of your apartment. He wastes no time in pulling you towards him once you’re inside.

“The point is that I don’t want my sheets reeking of beer,” you tell him, kissing him quickly. “Go get comfy, I’ll be right back.” With a deep sigh, Nick begrudgingly lets you go. You can’t help but smile at his back as he heads towards your bedroom, a familiarity with your apartment that belies his supposed status as your friend-with-benefits of only a few months.

You shower as quickly as you can, washing your hair twice to make sure the smell is well and truly gone. Your dress, you wring out as best as you can before throwing it in the laundry basket, along with the rest of your clothes.

Clad in just a towel, you make your way back to your bedroom. You’re pleased to see that Nick has indeed made himself comfortable; he’s reclining back on your bed, wearing only his black boxer-briefs. You can’t help taking a moment simply to admire him; he’s only lying on your bed, but he looks like he’s a model advertising the Hugo Boss underwear he has on.

“God, you’re just…ridiculously hot,” you tell him, letting the towel fall to the floor as you clamber onto his lap. Nick smirks at you, his hands sliding from your thighs round to your ass and palming at the curve of your backside.

“You’re one to talk, Kid. You know how I feel about you wearing those tight skirts and dresses around the courthouse.” You gasp as his fingertips dig into your flesh, a smile playing on your lips. You’ll never admit you’ve started wearing those pencil skirts and dresses more ever since he mentioned it to you.

“I know how much you like them,” you murmur, dragging your nails lightly over his abs. “You’ve told me enough times how much you like staring at my ass in them.” He chuckles, a low laugh that has no right to be quite so sexy, before flipping the two of you in one smooth motion.

Pinned underneath him, you switch your attentions to his back, making him shiver when you scratch in just the right place. He leans down to kiss you, his tongue licking into your mouth as he presses closer. Before you can get comfortable, he moves you again, leaning back and turning you onto your front.

“Indecisive?” You tease, but he just kisses the nape of you neck in response. The first kiss is followed by more, his lips tracing their way down your spine and back up again. It’s slower and more torturous than you expected, especially after how eager Nick had been to get you into bed; perhaps it’s punishment for your insistence on showering first.

Nick rests more of his weight on you, draping himself over your back. You make a soft contented noise at the sensation, your eyelashes fluttering shut as he presses yet more kisses down your neck and across your shoulder.

You’re not quite expecting the growl of frustration, or the bite to your neck that accompanies it. Nick hides his face in the crook of your neck, pinning you so thoroughly to the bed that you can only just manage to turn your head in his direction.

“Nick?” You arch your back; in your drunken state, it’s taken you too long to realise what’s happening. He’s not at all hard. “Nick, if you’re not in the mood-”

“I am,” he groans into your neck, cutting you off. “I am, Kid, just- God, I’ve not had to deal with whiskey dick in years.” His breath is hot against your skin, making you shiver underneath him even as you try to figure out what to do.

“It’s okay,” you tell him, trying not to squirm as he shifts atop you, his leg slipping between yours. “It happens.”

“Shouldn’t,” he huffs, nipping at your neck again. “’s my own fault, drinking on an empty stomach.” You want to try to figure out how to help him, but the press of his thigh between your legs feels so good. You can’t help rocking back slightly against him, trying to angle yourself in just the right position to grind on his thigh.

“What do you want to do?” You ask breathily, and he chuckles against your neck.

“You can stop rubbing yourself on my thigh like a cat in heat.” He ignores your whine, his weight leaving you as he sits up. “If I can’t come, you’re not allowed to either.”

“You sound grumpy,” you say with a giggle. “The alcohol hasn’t personally insulted your manhood, you know.” His palm lands on your ass; it’s barely a swat, but a soft moan escapes you anyway.

“I have a beautiful girl in bed with me who spent the past week trying to convince me to put it in her ass, and my body won’t cooperate. I’m allowed to be annoyed.” Another exasperated sigh escapes him.

You want to help, but before you can figure out what to say, Nick’s hands slide to your hips, encouraging you to move up onto your knees. Your chest stays on the bed, your face still pressed against the mattress as Nick runs his hands down between your thighs.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, his thumbs swiping over your folds, spreading you open to expose your cunt. “It’s not fair.” You can barely breathe as he moves closer to you, another sigh escaping him.

“You have such a pretty pussy, baby,” he says, knowing that it’ll make you squirm. Without warning, he licks a broad stripe through your folds, groaning against your skin at the taste of you.

“Nick,” you manage breathlessly. “Nick, you don’t have to-”

“I want to,” he tells you, one of his thumbs shifting to brush against your clit. “Just let me play with you. See if it gets the blood moving where it’s meant to.” His tongue finds your entrance, dipping inside for a brief moment before he pulls away again. “You still can’t come though.”

Any thoughts you might have about complaining at the injustice go out of your head when his mouth returns to your cunt. You wail as he eats you out with abandon, devouring you with a desperation that has you nearly sobbing in pleasure. That familiar heat builds all too quickly inside you, and just as you’re wondering whether you can get away with coming, Nick pulls away from you.

“Nick,” you nearly sob into the sheets, your thighs shaking. “Nick you can’t, it’s not fair.” He lands another swat on your ass in response, a sharp cry pulled out of you. You’re so wound up that you flinch when he licks his way through your folds again, so sensitive after your ruined orgasm. His hands palm at your ass, squeezing at your flesh as he traces your fluttering entrance with his tongue.

Another sharp little noise escapes you when he pulls away again. He gives you another spank, the tip of his thumb lingering incredibly close to your other hole. His hands grip at your backside, pulling your cheeks apart, and you squirm at how exposed you feel.

“Is this okay?” Nick asks softly, and you nearly choke on your own breath.

“God, yes please.” Satisfied, Nick presses a little more firmly at the tight ring of muscle, the pressure making you squirm. There’s something so deliciously filthy about it, and it makes something deep in your insides twist in anticipation and desire. You’re about to offer to steal lube out of your roommate’s stash, only to jump in surprise when you feel the first brush of his tongue against the puckered skin.

“Fuck, Nick-” you gasp out, heat unfurling down your spine as he uses the tip of his tongue to trace your hole. It’s not something you ever would have imagined Nick being into, but you’re in no mood to stop him.

“Is this okay?” He asks after a moment. You nod quickly, only for him to spank you again. “I need you to use your words, Kid.”

“Yes, it’s okay,” you manage, wailing into the pillows as he responds by dragging the flat of his tongue over you. He laps at your hole, slicking the skin with spit as you squirm at how filthy and debauched it is. Your hair is still damp, the coolness completely at odds with how hot the rest of your body feels.

“I like you like this,” he says, pulling his mouth away just enough to allow the tip of his index finger to press against your asshole. “Ass in the air, all squirmy.” He’s right; you can’t keep still as he lets just the very tip of his finger push past your muscles, holding you open as he laps at you.

You’re not sure how long he keeps you there like that; it’s all you can do to grab fistfuls of the sheets to anchor yourself and moan into the pillows. When you try to push back against him, another hard slap lands across the back of your thigh. You can’t come from this, despite how delicious it feels, but you’re keenly aware of that sticky wetness coating your inner thighs.

Nick pulls another sharp sound from you when he takes his finger away, both hands returning to hold your cheeks open. Something tugs at the back of your brain – he seems to know what he’s doing, but before you can wonder if he’s done this before, you feel the tip of his tongue take the place of his finger, just barely breaching your muscles.

“Oh my God, Nick-” you choke out, barely able to get the breath to form the words with how tightly you’re pressing your face into the pillow. You melt against the sheets as he forces his tongue just a little deeper, heat licking through your veins to pool in your centre.

One of his hands leaves you, and you distantly become aware of the sound of skin sliding against skin. The thought of him touching himself while he’s doing this to you, enjoying you in such a vulnerable position, makes you shiver.

“God, baby,” he murmurs eventually, lifting his mouth away from you just enough to speak. “I love the little noises you make. So responsive…” He shifts a little, and you jump when he bites at the meat of your ass, sucking a hickey into the skin.

“Harder,” you plead, trembling when you feel the scrape of his skin against your flesh. It’s a mark that’ll linger for days, and part of you thrills at the idea. You expect him to lower his mouth back to you, but he gives a low grunt instead, pulling away even further.

“Finally,” he mutters, and you hear him shifting on the bed behind you. One of his hands finds your hips, rolling you over unceremoniously onto your back. From here, you can see he’s finally, gloriously, hard, his cock straining against the soft fabric of his underwear.

“Oh thank God,” you sigh, sitting up to help him get them off. “I think I might have died if you’d kept insisting I couldn’t come because you couldn’t.” Nick bats your hands away, pushing his underwear down himself and pulling your legs open wider.

“When did I say that I’d let you come?”

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@avengersfan25 @misscharlielulu @irishavengersassemble @ben-c-group-therapy

[smuttyandabsurd]

Rocket Man (America x Russia)

Title: Rocket Man Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, Russia; America/Russia Rating: Mature Warnings: Accents. Blow Jobs. Dubious Consent. Bribery. Corruption. Power Imbalance. Xenophobia. Summary: Ivan is stopped by a young blond (and not entirely unattractive) traffic cop, and foolishly attempts to bribe his way out of a ticket. Cop!AU.

I spent way too long writing this orz

Read it on AO3.

Ivan was not having a good start to his day. 

Traffic was sparse, but he was running late, and the last thing he needed was a cop stopping him. Shit! he thought at the wail of the siren, pulling over with a jerk of the wheel. “Shit!” he hissed out loud as his tumbler toppled over and spilled hot coffee down the side of his leg. As his car crunched to a halt, he pulled up the handbrake and reached over to right his tumbler, cursing softly now in Russian. 

A knock on the window, two sharp raps on the glass, startled him upright. 

An officer stood outside and motioned with his hand for him to wind down the window, which he dutifully did. The officer leaned over, one hand holding onto the roof of his car whilst the other rested nonchalantly close to his holstered pistol. He smacked his gum loudly as he peered down at Ivan through his aviator shades. 

“Do you know why I stopped you, sir?” he asked. He spoke with a long southern drawl, his voice low but betraying a surprising youth. Ivan hazarded that he could only be in his mid-20s at most. 

“No, officer,” he replied truthfully. “What seems to be the problem?” 

Despite himself, Ivan’s heart was skipping. He attempted to fix his face into one of mild bewilderment, but the sting of the hot coffee sticking to his pant leg twisted it into a grimace. The officer stared at him, his eyes hidden behind Ivan’s uncomfortable reflection.

“Licence and registration,” he drawled. 

Ivan patted down his chest only to realise he wasn’t wearing his suit jacket. It lay slung over his briefcase in the front passenger seat. “Um,” he said, suddenly conscious of his hands which he placed purposefully on the wheel. “My wallet is in my jacket. Do I have permission to retrieve it, sir?” 

There was a short pause as the officer stared at him, head slightly cocked to one side, as if considering whether Ivan was fucking with him or not. “I’ll grab it for ya,” he finally said, and without waiting for Ivan’s acquiescence he reached in. 

Ivan leaned back in his seat, the leather groaning under his weight as the officer stuck in his blond head and all but clambered through the window, stretching towards the passenger seat. His heart was racing at the sudden invasion of his personal space. This close to him, he could smell the officer’s aftershave and the mint of his gum. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant. His eyes darted towards the name tag on the officer’s chest which read “Alfred F. Jones” – and, against his better judgement, he found himself transfixed to Alfred’s lightly tanned skin which peeked out from underneath his unfastened shirt collar. 

“Spilled your coffee?” Alfred said with a pointed look at the puddled mess all over Ivan’s console, breaking the latter man out of his guilty reverie. There was a tinkling lightness to the officer’s tone even as he leered, his lips curling into a gummy snarl, revealing rows of even and startlingly white teeth. 

Ivan let out a nervous laugh. “Yes sir,” he said, swallowing hard and hoping he hadn’t just been caught gawping.

The officer grabbed his jacket and backed out of the window. Ivan watched as the six-hundred-dollar Hugo Boss article was dropped onto the hood and dragged across the dust of the Nevadan desert as the officer rifled through his pockets. Gripping tight to the wheel, he wondered where he would have to go from here to get it dry cleaned.

Finally, the officer extracted his wallet. He unfolded it and flipped through its contents, leafing through multiple credit cards, a golf membership club card, an old outdated library card from a previous address… He stopped when he came across one of Ivan’s business cards. 

“Ivan Braginski, aerospace consultant,” he mumbled. He looked towards Ivan. “You some kind of a rocket scientist, mister?” 

Ivan nodded, smiling faintly. 

“No shit!” Alfred exclaimed with undisguised delight, sounding even more youthful in his excitement. “Man, I always wanted to be an astronaut myself! Like, as a kid, y’know? Course, ya gotta be super smart in school to go to space and all.” 

Ivan felt the tension was starting to melt between them, and he allowed himself to relax. “I merely consult in logistics and parts acquisition,” he said humbly. 

“Huh? Well, shame to have to pull you over for your blinkers then,” the officer said. All trace of friendliness disappeared along with his toothy smile. He had found Ivan’s driving licence, and he unpocketed his ticket book and pen from his breast pocket. “You’d think a smart science guy like you would know how to, uh, acquire some working parts for his fancy car and all.” 

Ivan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Officer,” he began without knowing what to say. 

As he watched Alfred scribble into his book, Ivan felt a wave of irritation wash over him. He was due to take his car into the garage, he had booked an appointment weeks beforehand and was due to go, just as soon as his business was finished. What rotten luck to be caught out on a freeway in the middle of nowhere by some hick traffic cop with something to prove! 

“Officer,” he started again, and Alfred looked up from his book this time. “I apologise for the broken taillight. I have an appointment to have it fixed, I can show you the receipt. I’m just in town for one night from out of state – and I would rather not have a ticket if you please.” 

Alfred stared at him, his eyes still shielded behind his shades, but he had stopped writing. 

“Do you think we could, uh, just settle it here, just between us?” Ivan expanded vaguely. 

Alfred kept staring, his pen still poised over the ticket. The silence stretched taut between them, and just as Ivan was beginning to regret his words, Alfred said slowly, “So you’re offering to bribe me, am I understanding you correctly?” 

Throwing all caution to the wind, Ivan let out the breath he had been holding and indicated towards his wallet which lay abandoned among its strewn contents on the hood of his car. 

“There’s cash in there, about $300. Please, it’s yours, sir, for your trouble.” 

With a snap, Alfred shut his ticket book. He bent down so his eyes were level with Ivan’s as he hissed, “Get out of the car.”

Ivan’s heart dropped. He knew he had been gambling on the potential that the situation would go south but he had not expected this reaction. Reluctantly, he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door. Alfred stepped back from the car, allowing Ivan to step out onto the road. 

“Right, on your knees.”

“Officer Jones, there’s really no need for all thi-” 

“I said, on your knees!” 

Slowly, Ivan crouched down, his hands raised palms up in a show of compliance. Once close to the ground, he folded his legs and knelt, suppressing a wince as the asphalt bit into his knees. He glanced warily up at Alfred. 

“You think you can bribe an officer of the law here, do ya? You goddamn Russki.” 

Alfred spat out his gum which landed horribly close to Ivan, making him flinch. 

“Well,” Alfred said as he pulled out a fresh stick of Wrigley’s Doublemint, “I don’t need your money, Russki, but as it turns out there is something you can do for me.” 

With a crunch of gravel underfoot, Alfred advanced on Ivan, tossing the small gum wrapper onto the ground. As he loomed over Ivan, he pushed his thumbs into the waistband of his trousers. The rest of his fingers pointed almost comically emphatically down towards his crotch. Ivan stared. 

Comprehension slowly dawned on him as Alfred started unbuckling his belt. Eyes widening, Ivan looked up for confirmation, but all he could see was his own apprehensive face staring straight back at him from those maddeningly mirrored shades. He looked back down as Alfred unfastened the fly of his pants and pulled his cock free. 

“Let’s just settle it here, just between us,” Alfred said, echoing Ivan’s words with an ironic smirk. 

With a stab of regret, all the cumulative events of the day that led to him coming to eye level with a cop’s dick hovering less than a foot from his face flashed across Ivan's mind’s eye. 

Swallowing his reluctance, Ivan opened his mouth, and he took in as much of Alfred as he could, letting his tongue slide wetly along the underside of the soft appendage. To his surprise, he heard a pleasured sigh escape the officer’s lips. Closing his lips around the shaft, he gave a hesitant bob of his head, and was rewarded with the sensation of Alfred’s cock hardening. 

“Oh fuck,” Alfred whispered hoarsely. 

Encouraged by Alfred’s reaction and eager to be done with the whole sordid affair, Ivan continued the bobbing motion. The officer’s cock slid wetly in and out of his lips, creating a host of sucking, slurping noises that seemed to crowd all other sounds out from his ears. He maintained a steady rhythm, his eyes closed as he breathed through his nose. Without realising it, he had brought his hands up to hold Alfred by his waist so as to steady himself as he serviced him. 

What felt like a small eternity of sucking off the rogue cop was abruptly broken as Alfred grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him in. Ivan’s yelp, both of surprise and pain, was swallowed by the involuntary gag he made as Alfred’s cock slammed into the back of his throat. To his horror, something hot flooded his mouth, coating his throat and tongue with an acrid bitter taste; spluttering, he attempted to pull back, but Alfred held tightly to him as he finished inside of him. 

“Fuck yeah!” Alfred moaned as Ivan choked on his dick, his nose pressed into Alfred’s groin as a mixture of drool and cum dribbled from his mouth and soaked into Alfred's pubic hair. 

When Alfred finally released his grip, Ivan doubled over and retched. A small puddle of saliva and semen formed on the black asphalt as his eyes watered and his stomach heaved. 

“Well, that’s fucking disgusting,” Alfred said airily, loudly snapping his gum as he zipped up his pants. 

Ivan spat at the ground and fished out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth with it, feeling utterly humiliated. Slowly, he staggered back up to his feet, his head bowed. He forced himself to make eye contact with his tormentor who looked completely unruffled. 

“Am I free to go?” he rasped. 

Alfred’s lips split into a mirthless grin, revealing rows of gleaming white teeth. 

“Sure, mister, you have yourself a nice day!” he said brightly, with all the muster of the south’s famed hospitality, but there was a mocking disingenuity to his tone.

Keeping a wary eye on Alfred, Ivan grabbed his jacket and wallet from the hood and slid back into his car, tossing his belongings haphazardly into the passenger seat as he closed the door behind him. He reached for his seatbelt, which was when he noticed that Alfred had his hand resting on the frame of his wound-down window. 

Suppressing a sigh, Ivan asked, “Is there something else, officer?” 

The scent of mint filled his nostrils as Alfred leaned in and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to him. His own mouth fell open in shock, and he felt Alfred’s tongue snake in and plunder him with a searing passion, pushing him back with a surprising display of strength. 

Then, just as suddenly, Alfred pulled back and straightened up. With a small wave, he turned towards his own car and sidled off, whistling cheerfully. 

Ivan closed his mouth and tasted the half-chewed gum Alfred had left behind as a souvenir.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

A Jamie-centric pre-OT3 Christmas story told in 25 short chapters.

Masterpost / AO3

25.

Epilogue

Roy called her in the evening, as Keeley was carefully removing her make-up in front of the bathroom mirror. It had been a long day, a stifled Christmas lunch with her mother followed by Richmond’s home game against Norwich in the afternoon. At least Richmond had won, managing a by the skin of their teeth 1-0 after a late and defiant goal by Jamie.

She thought she’d seen him looking up at the VIP box as the team celebrated around him, and she’d blown him a little kiss, even if she knew the distance was too far for him to catch it.

Next to her, Rebecca had raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow in a perfect expression of slightly sceptical interest. “And here I thought you were here to support me.”

“I am here to support you,” Keeley had said firmly. “Because I’m an amazing friend and I’d show up to support you with chants and balloons of cute animals and stuff at your murder trial, especially if Rupar’s the victim. But I told you, he’s been having a rough time of it.”

Not telling Rebecca about what had gone down with Jamie and Roy the other day had never been an option. Rebecca had listened with a frown, and asked if she needed to do anything about James Tartt. Keeley had said no, for the moment: Jamie needed to be the one to make the call on that.

“Hey you,” Roy said now, looking properly fit in the black suit he usually put on for his pundit appearances (and which, to the untrained eye, looked identical to all his other black suits, but Keeley knew him and fashion better than most, and thought the Hugo Boss was a particularly nice look on him).

“Hi, babe.” Keeley propped the phone against a moisturiser bottle, so she could continue her routine while they talked. “You back from work then?”

“Yeah. Took fucking ages, because Cartrick wouldn’t fucking shut up. You’d think he’d run out of things to be wrong about after six hours, but no, if the filming crew hadn’t started making noises about needing to go home to their families, we’d still be there.”

Keeley hummed in agreement, even though she suspected Roy was maybe exaggerating things a little. Sometimes it was best to just let him vent belligerently for a bit, get it out of his system. Besides, it was lovely to have him care about things enough to be pissed about them again. Roy was a passionate man, and Keeley loved him for it; having seen him go through the motions with nary a flicker of true feeling throughout the autumn had been awful.

Speaking of caring… “You catch any of the Richmond game?” she asked.

He grunted. “We didn’t really cover any of the Championship games, but yeah, saw some of the highlights.”

“Jamie played well, didn’t he? Seemed a little more aggressive than he’s been lately.”

Roy grunted again, but kept his mouth stubbornly shut. Not ready to talk about the advice he’d given Jamie last night, then. Fair enough; it’d keep.  

Roy kept on saying nothing, though, when normally he would have tried to move on by changing the subject or asking her about her day. When Keeley glanced over at the screen she saw that he was looking unhappy, dark eyebrows furrowed.

Keeley cocked her head to the side. “You all right, babe? Something on your mind?”

“No, it’s… “ He paused, and she waited, until finally he let out a frustrated huff. “It’s just Jamie’s fucking dad, right?” His lips curled. “I can’t stop thinking— Jamie was in a right fucking mess when I walked in on them. Not physically, it was just scrapes, but he was so fucking quiet. It wasn’t natural, not having the little muppet run his mouth like he was getting paid for it.”

“He seemed all right after,” Keeley said hesitantly, because Jamie had, when he left them on the morning of Christmas Eve and when they talked to him yesterday. Happier than normally, even. But Roy was right, it seemed a little strange in retrospect, that he had shaken it off so completely, given the state of him when she first arrived at Roy’s three nights ago. “You think he’s used to it,” she realised aloud. “That’s why he bounced back so quickly.”

“I know arseholes like that, okay? My sister fucking married one. So yeah, I don’t think it’s the first time it happened, and it probably won’t be the last either, and I keep on fucking wondering if his dad’s the reason he walked out on City, and City’s playing Chelsea in a couple of week s and I—“ He paused again. “I know it’s fucking stupid, it’s none of my business. I don’t even like the prick.”

Keeley had a sneaking suspicion that that wasn’t quite as true as it once had been, but she didn’t mention that. Let Roy reach that conclusion when he was ready to. “I think it’s sweet,” she said instead. “The way you stepped in when he needed you to, and took care of him. I mean it,” she added off his predictable eye-roll. “I’m really proud of you, babe. And,” she pressed on, because it was true and because she knew he tended to get a little uncomfortable when things got too earnest, “it was kind of sexy, too.”

Roy’s eyebrows rose at that. “You thought me taking care of Jamie was sexy? What happened to your thing being me crying pathetically?”

“Girls have deep and complex tastes, Royo. So yeah, you being vulnerable and passionate is really hot, but as it turns out, you being all caring and protective and fetching tea really gets me going as well.” She smiled at him and he scoffed, but smiled back. “Seriously, though,” she continued, “I was thinking we should ask Jamie over some day. Just hang out a little, make sure he’s all right.”

Roy’s eyes narrowed. “You better not be suggesting we invite him to Sexy Christmas.”

“No,” Keeley said with a small a laugh, even as the thought of it sent a pleasant shiver through her. Sex with Roy was fantastic. Sex with Jamie had always been amazing. Both of them, and with the way she suspected their tastes would run exceedingly compatible, with her and with each other… Well. A girl could dream (and maybe have a wank once she got of the phone with Roy). “But dinner sometime soon, yeah?

“Fine,” Roy said, sounding like he was only reluctantly agreeing to do her a favour, but she knew him well enough to see the relief in his dark eyes.

Fuck, but she loved him. The way he cared so deeply, even when he didn’t want to, and even when he would sneer at the assertion.

“You’re so fucking hot,” she told him. “I can’t wait for the 28:th.”

He smiled for real then, that wide grin he reserved for just her and sometimes Phoebe and his sister. “Me neither,” he agreed. “I’ll see you then.”

“Yeah, see you then. Love you.”

“Love you.”

They hung up, and Keeley yawned. It was getting late, and she had to be up early tomorrow, for an entire day of what was supposedly just a bit of informal mingling for publicists, a little holiday get together on Jace Asthon’s country house, but which was in actuality the networking opportunity of the year for people in her line of business. She needed to be well-rested and looking ready to slay for this one, and had a bunch of people and business to read up on, potential sponsors and partners for Richmond.

She still took the time to send a couple of texts before turning out the lights.

hey jamie

got any plans for new year’s eve?

She hardly had time to set the phone down before it pinged with his reply.

Doesn’t really give a shit if I’m not playing for City.

Something slid into place then. “Is that why you did Lust Conquers All?” Roy asked. “To get away from you dad?”

Jamie didn’t answer, but that just said it all, didn’t it?

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Carnivalla by Red Jordan Arobateau

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A play. Is Red Jordan Arobateau s Opus Magnus! A beautiful young transsexual woman and her best pal Red, a young butch dike flee the stifling, murderous town of Mismo by running away with a carnival SANDS TRAVELING CIRCUS--passing thru town on it s tour across the American Continent. They meet Klara Von Darling the Beautiful trapeze artist with whom a love triangle ensues; Boris the strong man, Lobos the wild man, two clowns Rembrandt & Hugo, Big Boss Sands Owner of the Circus, & his wife Judy Sands. This Majestic story is full of love, pain, fight scenes, poetic angst. The metamorphosis of Miss Carnavella is a magnificent portrayal of humor, pathos, tragedy, and beauty. This 3-act play by Master Playwright Red Jordan Arobateau is a perfect read thru for private entertainment---or see their adventures come alive onstage in your local theatre group. It makes an unforgettable motion picture. See the dilemmas, fun, and adventures shared by the queer duo in this Epic Work!

Mod opinion: I haven't heared of this play before, but it sounds interesting.

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The Strange Secret of Bruce Wayne

 After a prominent judge is injured during a struggle with some thugs demanding money from her in exchange for a strange tape, Bruce Wayne decides to take a trip to Yucca Springs, a resort where the judge had vacationed, and consult Dr. Hugo Strange, a psychiatrist. Bruce soon learns that Strange has invented a machine that extracts people's darkest secrets from their minds and transfers them to videotape — and now Strange has proof of Bruce's secret identity as Batman, and plans to auction it to three of Gotham's prominent crime bosses.

 Heart of Steel Part 1

 Several robberies take place at major companies, including Wayne Enterprises, and Bruce Wayne, as Batman, discovers the thief to be a mechanical briefcase. Bruce meets with his old friend, Karl Rossum, an expert in robotics who lost his daughter to a vehicle accident years ago. He also meets Rossum's assistant, Randa Duane, and Rossum's ultimate creation: a prototype A.I. known as Holographic Analytical Reciprocating Digital Computer (H.A.R.D.A.C.) Bruce invites Duane to dinner, and around the same time, certain civilians start acting strangely. Most surprising is when Duane unexpectedly leaves Wayne Manor while Bruce is on the phone, and the entire Batcave turns on Batman.

 Heart of Steel Part 2

 Batman manages to free himself from the Batcave's clutches, and brings it back under his control, although he fails to track Duane down. Barbara Gordon approaches Batman to inform him of her father's sudden change in behavior. A brutal fight between Batman and Detective Bullock ensues, during which Batman pushes Bullock onto the Bat Signal, and reveals him to actually be an android, meaning that the real Bullock and James Gordon have gone missing, and Batman knows who the culprit is: H.A.R.D.A.C. Batman must stop the evil supercomputer before it is too late.

  If You’re So Smart, Why Aren’t You Rich

 Edward Nygma creates the video game The Riddle of the Minotaur for the company Competitron, but is fired by his superior Daniel Mockridge, who wants the profits for himself. Nygma vows revenge, and takes up the mantle of the Riddler two years later. While Batman sympathizes with Nygma, he and Robin find themselves forced to stop him before he kills Mockridge in a life-sized version of the Minotaur maze. Despite successfully rescuing Mockridge, who complete a deal to move his company to Gotham, the incident leaves him in a permanent PTSD - type all-consuming fear of Nygma's return for revenge.

 Opening Credits; Introduction (1.28); Episode One: The Strange Case of Bruce Wayne (32.30); Episode Two and Three:  Heart of Steel Part 1 &2 (47.10); Episode Four:  If You Are So Smart; Why Aren’t You Rich (1:14.48); Favourite Episode (1:58.53); Favourite Character (2:03.03);Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel (2:03.06); Closing Credits (2:03.46)

 Opening Credits– Batman Animated Theme by Danny Elfman.  Copyright 1992 Warner Music 

 Closing Credits:  Question Me An Answer by Bobby Van.  Taken from the album The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack Lost Horizon.  Copyright 1997 Razor & Tie Records.

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The Boss in Motion scent by Hugo Boss is a creation of Domitille Michalon, that is an oriental fragrance with a burst of freshness to it. Packaged in a fancy, semi-circular grey container, this cologne consists of top notes of Orange, Bergamont and Basil that gives it a citrusy scent. The heart notes have a more intense fragrance of nutmeg and cinnamon, which then finishes off with the masculine scents of musk, sandalwood and woodsy note.

Top Note: Orange, Basil, Bergamot

Heart Note: Nutmeg, Cinnamon

Base Note: Musk, Sandalwood, Woodsy Note

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Mistaken identity

Daniel Riccardo x reader in honour of Monza it was only right to post Danny Ric

Daniel Ricciardo as mistaken identity

F1 romance tropes masterlist

“You can do this Y/n its no big deal, just a promotion on the line nothing huge.” Giving yourself a pep talk fixing your hair in your cars mirror. You were a journalist well an intern but this article could be your big break. You almost couldn’t believe it when your boss gave you the chance to write it. But when the original journalist caught the flu his loss was your gain.

An exclusive interview with St Hugos, Chief winemaker Peter Munro, it was a huge deal, you left immediately from the office to the vineyard, a decision you were now regretting as your heels sunk into the dirt. Stumbling through the vines you let out a sigh of relief finally finding him bent down inspecting some vines.

“Hello!” You shouted with a yelp as you tripped in your haste. With surprisingly fast reflexes he caught you just before you could fall. You met his eyes with a wide smile collecting yourself.

“Sorry, your assistant told me youd be out here it’s nice to meet you sir,” you rushed out, Holding your notebook tightly to your chest. Daniel laughed at your obvious excitement, not to brag but he was used to that reaction. By assistant he figures you meant Michael, he’d definitely make fun of him for that later.

“Pleasure is all mine beautiful.” He couldnt help but pull the hand you held out for a shake to his lips. Loving the pink hue that dusted your cheeks. You coughed straightening up. “Shall we get started?” You asked motioning to the two chairs in the open spot between the rows of grapes. Dan just nodded following your lead. Who was he to say no to a beautiful woman.

He thought you were an employee of the winery but seeing your outfit he was starting to question his assumption. You clicked your pin and opened your book, crossing one leg over the other unintentionally showing off more of your leg.

“So, what made you decide to pursue wine?” You asked a soft smile on your face as Daniels scrunched up in confusion. This had to be a joke, Michael was definitely behind this. So being the jokester he was he played along.

“Well one night during dinner at this beautiful restaurant i just thought to myself wow this taste like shit i could make a better wine, and my mate dared me to and here we are.” He waved his hands to motion to the vineyard while you pursed your lips nodding. “Um okay.” To say you were surprised would be an understatement this was not what you were expecting out of a highly renowned winemaker.

“Let me ask you a question?“ Daniel or Peter as you thought, leaned in resting his head on his arm propped up on the arm rest of the chair. “Sure.” Setting the pen down you gave him your attention which he liked more than he cared to admit.

“What do you think of the wine?” He asked watching you closely as you dropped your eyes to the ground. “I can’t say I’ve ever tried it.” At your words his eyes widdened and he jumped out of his seat. “Well we have to fix that, stay here.”

He ran to his bag left by the vines and pulled out a bottle and a big decanter.

He popped the cork and poured it. You grabbed the bottle to look at the label when he was done. “What’s the three mean?” His smile widdened when you asked.

“It’s only the sexiest funniest most handsome Formula one driver, Daniel Riccardo, did i mention good looking?” You laughed and nodded. “Once or twice yes.”

“Are you ready for the best wine you’ve ever had?” He asked cockily, holding out the decanter. You ignored him and asked a question of your own. “Is that supposed to be a shoe?” He nodded excitedly. “Yep like a shoey its kind of my signature thing.”

You raised your eyebrow, this is definitely not how you imagined your first interview would go.

“You drink wine out of a shoe?” He shrugged, “normally champagne but same difference. Plus i dont have glasses so.” You watched as he took a sip like he’s done it hundreds of times before. “See”

Hesitantly taking the glass shoe you tipped it up. As he watched expectantly.

You nodded you head handing it back “It’s pretty good.” He whooped throwing his hands up making some of the wine spill out that he clumsily tried to jump out of the way. Looking over at you with a sheepishly expression as you having seen that.

“If we could, can we get back to the interview now.” You asked, as he settled back down.

“Counter offer, we play twenty questions I’ll go first.” He spoke not giving you a chance to disagree. “What’s your favorite color?” Shrugging your shoulders you thought for a second. “Orange probably.”

“You’re just perfect aren’t you?” His words made you blush again, but he meant it the longer you all spoke going back and forth learning little things about each other he couldnt help but want to learn everything about you. You were obviously excited when you met him but you didnt ask him one question about racing and he loved being able to have a conversation about the other things he was passionate about.

He smiled to himself as you tried to take another sip out of the decanter, it being passed back and forth throughout the interview. The sun was just setting casting a golden hue over all it touched, making your hair almost glow. He momentarily panicked watching you close your note book.

“Let me take you out?” He blurted out, making him cringe at his outburst. “I’m not sure that’s a -“ “what’s a better way to learn about me then spending more time with together” he interrupted, sensing your objection. He wasn’t wrong if you wanted to blow your boss away going more in depth would be the way to do it. So you nodded your head, pulling your phone out for him to put his number in.

“Dan?” You asked confused seeing the name he put under his contact. “It’s what my friends call me.” He explained. How people got Dan from Peter you have no idea but maybe it wan an inside joke you didn’t get. He like the gentleman he is walked you to your car before going to find Michael.

“We’ve been wondering where you were what took so long?” His trainer asked seeing Daniel finally stroll back in widest smile he had ever seen on the mans face. He and Peter have been waiting for him to bring back a grouping of grapes for the video they were supposed to shoot when he didnt come back.

“I was talking to the girl you sent looking for me and must i say I’m now a believer in love at first sight.” He trailed off wistfully. “What girl?” Michael asked confused he didn’t send anyone anywhere. Daniel laughed nodding along. “The one who thought you were my assistant, which now hearing it I think we need to change your title.”

Peter who was silently listening to the two men cut in. “Was her name Y/n?” Dan’s eyes shot over to him the second her name reached his ears. “Yes that’s her!”

Peter looked over to his assistant Alexander. “Was that interview today?” He nodded, “yes i sent you the email reminder this morning and set her to the vineyard.”

“I sent Daniel to the vineyard.” As his bosses words the mans face paled.

“So what happened exactly.” Michael who had been looking between the men like a ping pong match asked. “She’s writing an article about St, Hugo. And was supposed to interview me for it today.” At Peters words the dots in Daniels head started to connect. “That’s why she kept asking about wine”

“Please call Miss Y/n’s office and informe them of our mixup, so we can get it straightened out.” Peter told Alex who quickly reached for his phone only for it to be snatched out of his hand by Dan. “You can’t do that.” He rushed out panicked.

‘Why not?” Dan rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “i might have asked her on a date.” He mumbled. “You what!”

“Look if she finds out from him I’ll look like a jerk who played her just let me go on this date and i’ll explain it myself in person.” He offered, hoping they’d go along with his plan, he could always just keep the assistants phone and run away so he couldn’t make the call. He sighed with relief when they agreed.

One date turned to seven and in a few months you were an official couple, while Daniel couldn’t be happier he still found himself stuck in that lie. “You want us to what!” Max shouted all the drivers were huddled outside of Daniels flat, shushing the Dutchman. “She may or may not think my name is Peter and I’m a winemaker so i need you lot to go along.” He explained, taking a quick peak back to the door to make sure you hadn’t opened it.

Collectively, Max, Lando, Charles and Carlos all looked disappointed while Pierre was enjoying the humor of it all. “You have to tell her what are you going to legally change your name just so she never finds out?” Charles asked making Daniels eyes widden. “That’s not a bad idea.”

“Its a horrible idea!” They yelled getting shushed again. Daniel sighed looking more somber than the drivers have ever seen the happy go lucky Australian look.

“I love her,” was all he needed to say for them to understand. Carlos raised a hand to pat him on the arm pushing passed him to the door way. “You’re lucky i know all about the vineyards in Spain.”

Dinner went perfectly, no talks of formula one to give him away and true to his word Carlos talked your ear off about the winery’s he’s been to. “I wish we had this dinner a day earlier I would’ve loved to get a future on the article about peter.” You spoke. Making Daniels heart skip a beat, not in the normal way that happens when you’re around. “What do you mean a day earlier?” He dreaded your answer already having a feeling what you meant.

“I finished the piece, yesterday and sent it to my boss. She’s going to love it i have a feeling a promotion is right around the corner!” The drivers could hear your excitement which only broke their hearts, Daniels right there with them. He’s obviously heard about your hopes of being hired to the company and every second he didnt tell you the truth he was pushing you farther from you dreams.

Max loudly dropped his fork and starred daggers through Daniel, who sighed knowing what he had to do, he just hopes he doesn’t lose you in the process.

“You need to take article back right now!” He shouted, his nerves getting the best of him. “What, I can’t?” You tilted your head confused at his request and the sudden tension in the room. “I’m not Peter.” Daniels voice dropped to where you couldn’t even hear him. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not Peter, my name is Daniel.” You laughed thinking he was joking but taking a look at the other men in the room, your stomach dropped. “I’m so sorry Y/N i tried to tell you i didnt know you were done writing it-“ his eyes got blurry the longer he watched you process the information, cutting him off.

“What are you talking about!” Realizing now wasn’t the time for apologizes and that you wanted and needed the facts. Taking a deep breath to prepare himself.

“Remember the wine we had when we met, i said it was a partnership with an F1 driver?” He started, pausing for you to recall the conversation. “The funny sexy one?” You mumbled out, he couldn’t help but smile a bit at your words, while Lando scoffed in the background.

“That’s me, the real Peter, was supposed to meet you that day but his assistant got mixed up and you ran into me.” Your breathing had gotten deeper as you starred at you plate, well through it. He wasn’t ready when your eyes met his sending daggers straight to his heart. “And you just went along because my job isn’t important, right just a little intern to play a joke on. This is my life Peter, or whoever you are!” You yelled abandoning your chair to pace back and forth. You’ll be a laughing stock interviewing the wrong guy was one thing but sending it to your boss, youll be lucky if you ever get hired anywhere.

“Y/n you know me.” He begged moving to reach for you but you smacked his hands away. “Apparently i don’t! Are they even winemakers?” Waving your hand to his friends who all had sheepish looks on their face but one who was still glaring at what’s his face. Daniel dropped his head, giving you your answer.

“Of course they aren’t, just you lying to me wasn’t enough was it.” You humorlessly laughed collecting your things from the kitchen, making Daniel chase after you.

“Y/N dont leave please let me explain.” He cried out trying to stop you the closer you got to te door the more his heart broke. “I love you!” He choked out, making you pause. Turning back to look at him with tears in your eyes. Shaking your head.

“If this is how you treat someone you love, i dont want it.” The boys watched as you closed the door behind you, Daniel not moving from his spot staring where you last stood. “She left.” He repeated over and over as they went to comfort their friend. “You’ll get her back.”

“How!” Dan sobbed out, needed every once of hope that maybe just maybe this wasn’t the end. Honestly they had no idea how they could help him fix this.

For days you tried to find every way of getting the article back, without luck you counted the days every time you walked into the office past your bosses desk keeping your head down, you got to day six when she called you in. Shutting the door behind you, immedily going into apology mode. “I am so sor-“ she silenced you were a raise of her hand.

“I dont know how you did it, interview Peter Munro not that difficult.” She started staring right at you as you tried to make yourself as small as possible. In your panic you couldn’t help but think of the times Dan as you now know comforted you, making tea and your favorite meal after you told him you had a bad day, of course it was slightly Burned everytime but the thought was there. You nodded along to her words she was right it wasn’t that hard.

“Ma’am if i could just explain.” She interrupted you once again. “It seemed like an easy task for your first article, I’m honestly impressed.” She laughed and you just knew you were kissing your job goodbye. “But to get an exclusive with Daniel Riccardo, wow.” If you had water you would’ve choked on it for sure. Scrunching your eyebrows you asked her, “What?”

“I really don’t know how you did it but great job, the details you got make me feel like i knew him personally when i read it.” She praised, while you shook slack jawed. And slowly nodded. “I look forward to reading more of your work, you have a bright future here.” She stood to shake your hand. You couldn’t believe it. How did this happen. As you walked out of her office her assistant was waiting for you outside.

“You’re welcome.” She winked, leaning you there alone. Still confused as to what exactly happened you walked to you desk seeing a vase of orange roses. It didnt take a genius to know who sent them, it also didnt help they were beautiful. Reading the note you sighed. ‘I’m downstairs please meet me.’

You mind shot back and forth to meet him or not, you decided that if for no other reason then to have something to write about you walked to the elevator, tapping your foot on the way down. Seeing him leaning against a blue McLaren, you only knew that’s what it was from when you googled him. Between his fingers was a single rose. He shuffled on his feet as you got closer.

“Hi.”

“Hi Daniel.” His eyes lit up hearing you say his name for the first time, you both gazed at each other in silence. “So how’d you fix it.” You knew it was him, you couldn’t even get it back let alone make changes.

“Figured i messed it up the least i could do is fix it because you deserve that job more than any journalist I’ve met.” He shrugged. “Plus your bosses assistant is a big fan.” You huffed out a laugh at his words, making him smile at the ice being broken.

“Baby i am so sorry-“ he started, you shook your head eliminating the space between you both, “Shut up Dan.” Using your hand wrapped around the back of his neck you pulled his lips down to yours.

Snapping out of his shock he wrapped his arms around you forgetting about the rose until you yelped and pulled back being pricked by a thorn.

“Oh god I’m sorry.” He rushed to set the rose on his hood still keeping you close with one arm, not wanting you to walk away from him again.

“Are we going to be okay?” He wasn’t dumb he knew a kiss didn’t mean you forgot everything but he hoped it meant he had a chance. Giving him another peck you nodded.

“We’ll be good, I’ve always loved the mistaken identity trope anyways.” You joked making him relax against you.

“You can still call me Peter sometimes if you want.” He wiggled his brows making you laugh. And shake your head at his antics, you could forgive him eventually already knowing you couldn’t live without him or the chance of not seeing his smile everyday.

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