#like he can really pull thay dress off

[lablass-2882]

The set up.

In were decisions were definitely made.

But anyway, here is the payoff.

[toxicanonymity]

twin peaks.

4k, Joel x afab!reader x Tommy, ONE SHOT A/N: This is my @pedrostories secret santa gift. @endlessthxxghts, you're on my nice list. Happy holidays! ♥️ Ty for the flexibility and for engaging with fics you like, which gave more ideas 🖤. Please excuse the extra men, don't need to remember names. Ty @jksprincess10 for your afab insights! WARNINGS: I8+, Motorcycle Club AU, but Joel is no longer riding. You're a chef. Language. Bar fight. Blood. Gunfire. My first attempt at mild grumpy/sunshine. Passing reference to a bar server's prior SA incident. An OC gets in your personal space and touches your side. Hurt/Comfort. Minor love triangle, I guess, but everyone’s cool. Unsafe P in V, creampies. MFM but only joel inside. The men can lift you. You’re shorter than them. Competency kink, mild size kink, sharing. Starts in Joel POV. There are a few characters from The Bikeriders. BIKER JOEL RECS: both sides of the moon by @lunitawrites and (and ty for this list luna lol)  a minute from home by @agentmarcuspike, little mouse by @katiexpunk & @josephquinnswhore., the road to love by @jobean12-blog

dividers from @cafekitsune for POV change and time jump

“Changed the recipe,” Joel grumbles. 

Tommy shakes his head with a smile. “Ya know, brother. . . you might be the only one who comes here for the wings.” 

“Cause they’re the best. Or they *were*. Taste this.” Joel pushes the basket over to Tommy and takes a swig of beer, then adds, “If I wanna see some skin, I’ll go to a proper titty bar.”

The uniforms are cute at Twin Peaks, but Joel is there for two reasons: the wings and the company. He sold his Harley and quit the club after a minor accident. It left him only a little scraped up but scared his daughters to death. Now these biker bars are the only place he sees his old crew.

“Shit, they did change it,” Tommy concedes. “Maybe ya should send’em back,” he teases.

“Not a bad idea,” Joel mutters. 

“Really?” Tommy asks. 

“‘S’cuse me. Miss?” The scantily clad server turns around. “They musta changed the recipe, I can’t eat these.” 

“Oh no,” the server frowns. “Sorry ‘bout that, lemme see what I can do.” The server takes the wings back to the kitchen. 

-

A minute later, you emerge from the kitchen in your chef’s whites and Joel does a double take. You smile at him as you approach. 

“Oh, shit,” Tommy elbows him, but Joel hardly notices. He’s captivated by you, but he keeps a straight face. 

“Heard the wings weren’t to your liking,” you cringe empathetically. 

“Why’d ya go and change the Hot Honey recipe.”

“I’m sorry, hun. Hot Honey’s off the menu, that’s the closest we’ve got.”

“It’s *what* now? Why’d ya take it off?”

You sigh with an apologetic smile. “Wasn’t my call.” Then you perk up. “But I think you might really like the new Thai Spice recipe,” you smile.

“Don’t think so,” Joel grumbles. 

“He don’t like change,” Tommy explains. 

“How ‘bout a basket on the house?” You offer with a tilt of your head and raise of your eyebrows. 

Joel is flustered by your charm. “Uh, sure,” he mutters, trying not to check you out. Not much to see anyway with that chef’s apron.

“If ya like’em, buy me a drink sometime,” you add with a wink that makes Joel lose all his thoughts for a moment. 

“Yes, chef,” Joel nods, which makes both you and Tommy giggle. Then you turn and head back to the kitchen. 

“I dunno what they see in ya, man,” Tommy teases Joel and watches as you walk away. “Mm. Hottest thing here and dressed like a paper towel roll.” Joel fails to suppress a chuckle. “You gonna share?”

“We’ll see.”

-

The front door to the restaurant opens, and a hush falls over the dining room. 

Joel looks over his shoulder for only a second, then turns back toward the bar and mutters, “Fuckin’ Benny.”

“And the Jets,” Tommy adds as Johnny and at least half the rival crew follow Benny into the restaurant. Great, there’s Cal, Carter’s rotten brother. Real bad guy. Their motorcycle club is dangerous.

Joel gets his wallet out of his pocket and pulls out a few twenties, then downs the rest of his beer. “Didn’t come to babysit.”

“Think it’ll get ugly?” Tommy asks. “What about your new friend?”

“My new friend?” 

“‘member what happened with Carter’s girl?” Of course Joel remembers. Cal got handsy with her, Carter put him in a chokehold, and a nasty fight broke out. Carter got stabbed.

“Well, I ain’t in charge and don’t got a sweetheart, so I reckon chef hottie’s okay. Where’s Carter?” 

“Home. Can’t ride, already busted his stitches open once.” 

“Good. His girl ain’t workin’ either.” Joel’s face tenses and his nostrils flare as his gaze falls on Cal. “Cal shouldn’t be here.” Joel has to look away before his rage gets the best of him. Joel glances at a table of his own guys (now Carter's), and he isn’t surprised to see one of his buddies putting on brass knuckles. Ya don’t stab the leader and get away with it, but Joel sure wishes this would go down somewhere else. Joel does a double take when he sees another man at the same table reach for his hip. “Damnit, Harold,” Joel whispers to himself. 

“Better hit the boys room ‘fore all hell breaks loose,” Tommy mutters and gets up from his chair. 

—---you—--

Tonight’s the first time you’ve spoken with Joel, but you’ve noticed him before. His quiet, dark gaze is hypnotizing. The girls are all over him, and he doesn’t show any interest. He sits there scowling with his drink. 

When the chatter of the restaurant abruptly dies down, a pit forms in your stomach. Heavy boots click on the floor, and it sounds like they’re slowly circling the room like sharks.  “Hey sweetheart,” Benny croons out of view in that deep, smooth voice. He looks like a young, brunette Elvis. “You new?”

“Started this week,” the new bartender answers bashfully. 

“Bet they didn’t teach ya the whole job. Benny'll show ya the ropes,” says a deep voice that makes you bristle. It’s smooth. Southern. Sinister. It's Cal. You can visualize his infectious wink. 

One of your cooks puts Joel’s new wing basket on expo.  You compose yourself and grab it with a smile. “I’ll take this one.” You put on your blinders and don’t make eye contact with any of the men, but you notice Tommy walk by, headed toward the back. 

Before you make it behind the bar, Cal intercepts you. “Whoa, what’s cookin’, baby? You believe this, Benny? Keepin’ top talent locked up in the back.” 

Benny’s too wrapped up with the server to respond. 

“Thanks for the snack,” Cal tells you with his eyes roving your apron as he reaches for the basket. You pull it back. “Hey, what’s under this, anyway?” He skims your apron from the side and crowds you against the wall. He braces his arm against the wall, over you. “Got one of them sexy uniforms under this?”

“Excuse me,” you say and try to duck under and around him. 

“I wouldn’t move, darlin’,” Cal taunts.

“What the hell are you doin’ back here,” a man asks behind Cal. 

Cal laughs and looks over his shoulder, and you manage to free yourself. 

“Ain’t worth it, Harold,” Joel warns as he approaches, then Joel turns his attention to you. “You okay?”

-. . .-

Joel gets between you and the brawling men. You hear a blow land on someone, and they spit. Then there’s a click, and before you know it, you’re on the floor, tackled by Joel as a gunshot makes your ears ring. The wind is knocked out of you. 

Joel is on top of you, and time seems to slow down. Cal is slumped against the wall behind Joel, bleeding from the mouth and chest with a menacing smile. 

“Look at me,” Joel says and his massive hand turns your head to face him, bracing his other arm near your head on the tiled floor. “Look at me and only me.” His body is heavy on top of yours. 

You nod as chaos unfolds in the dining room. 

“You okay?” Joel searches your face. 

You nod again, and try to ground yourself with everything you’re physically feeling. The coldness of the tile under your hand. The weight of his body on top of you. The warmth of. . .the massive bulge pressing into your thigh. Joel doesn’t seem to be aware of it, but you sure are now. A wave of desire overwhelms you. Your thigh lifts against his hardening package and it twitches but he still doesn’t seem to notice with everything else going on. He glances behind himself.  

“Gonna get ya outta here,” he promises. “Ready?”

Behind you, someone opens the door to the men’s room, belt jingling. “Shit.” You recognize Tommy’s voice. 

“Bathroom,” Joel commands as he helps you up, then gently pushes you into Tommy’s arms. He nods toward the family restroom, which has a lock. “Gonna take this outside,” Joel pants as he heads into the fray.

“Joel, don’t–you’re outnumbered, don’t get yourself killed,” Tommy pleads.  There’s another gunshot. “Shit, I’ll be right there!” he shouts at Joel

“NO,” Joel barks. 

-

Tommy forces you into the family restroom and locks the door behind the two of you. “You okay?” he asks. You don’t answer.  You wouldn’t be able to without crying. He rubs your back, then searches your face. “Breathe for me, darlin’.”

You tug at the high collar of your chef’s apron, trying to unbutton it for relief.  Tommy quickly rips it open, exposing your tank top. His eyes linger for a moment, then he cradles your head and takes a deep breath, guiding you in your own breathing. He exhales, then murmurs, “You’re okay, honey.” 

You nod and take the apron off entirely, with him supporting you. “Yeah,” you laugh not to cry, but with tears in your eyes. “I’m good.” 

“Good, good. C’mere, darlin’.” His strong arms wrap you in a gentle, protective hug, cradling your head into his barrel chest. You take a deep breath, and the scent of his shampoo intoxicates you. “You’re okay,” he repeats. 

You pull your head back to look up at him, and the corner of his mouth twitches. Then something else twitches, against your middle.  That’s when you feel the denim slide under your hand and realize you’ve grabbed Tommy’s ass. What the fuck. You yank your hand out of his back pocket and stammer “Sorry–” feeling like your face is on fire. Why did you do that? You try to pull away but he gently holds you close. 

“‘S’okay,” he chuckles. “Adrenaline. It’s normal.” He dips his head and it’s close to yours. It gets a little closer, then there’s more gunfire and he releases his gentle hold on you. He bolts toward the door. “Lock it behind me” is the only thing he says as he leaves. 

You lock the door, then slump down against the wall. Is this real life? What’s gotten into you? Feeling up Tommy Miller in the bathroom less than an hour after you asked his brother out. Yeah, it must be adrenaline. The noise of the fight fades into the background while your thoughts drift back to Joel saving you. He’s so big and strong. So protective. You’ve heard how dangerous he is, but to see him in action? While he’s saving you, no less? 

-

Finally the noises have died down. You wonder if it’s safe to leave. You worry about whether Joel and Tommy and your line cooks are okay. You wait a little longer, then unlock the door and peek your head out. Cal staggers toward you, dripping blood. “It’s okay, I’m alright,” he drawls. Then you swiftly close and lock the door, heart pounding. A few seconds later, boots thud across the dining room and a punch is thrown. You hear Cal groan. “C’mon, man.” Another blow lands and Cal goes silent. There’s a knock at the bathroom door. 

“It’s me.” Joel’s voice. You’re still near the door. You unlock it for him. He comes inside and you must look terrified. He holds your cheeks, and his face and shirt are splattered with blood - surely not his own. He hugs you into him. “It’s me, baby. You’re okay.” His voice is deep and soft. He holds you for a minute. When he pulls back again to look at you, his eyes fall to your tank top and he wets his lips. He looks in your eyes again, then at your mouth. 

You close the distance with a soft kiss. Joel’s mouth spreads your lips open, and his tongue finds yours. As the kiss heats up, he pulls you tighter, moaning “Mm,” and you feel it again, you feel him. His hands slide down to grab your ass, pulling your hips into his, and he’s firmer. Lord, is he hung. He lets out a low growl from his chest, and he walks forward against you until the backs of his hands nudge the sink counter – thankfully clean. 

He bends down and his mouth latches onto your neck. He slips his fingertips into the front waistband of your pants, grabbing the button, then pulls away from your neck to pleadingly meet your eyes, and you nod urgently. He takes your pants and underwear down in a flash, then his hand engulfs your bare pussy and he groans at how wet you are. He kisses your neck again for a moment before hooking his massive hands, one of them wet, around the backs of your thighs. He lifts you onto the sink with a grunt as your legs wrap around him and you feel a rush of desire.

Joel sloppily kisses around your mouth with one hand between your legs and the other cradling your head. His scruff scratches you pleasantly. You grope him through his jeans, which are slick with your arousal, as you unbutton and unzip him. Then his own hand dives into his boxers and frees his thick cock, holding it at the right angle to slide right into you, pants and boxers resting below his balls.

“C’mere, baby.” He runs his stiff cock through your folds and you slowly grind against it with a moan. He spits on his shaft and his swollen, leaking tip prods at your entrance for only a moment before plunging into your wet hole and spreading your insides with his girth. There’s a brief burn, then your body catches up. On his second go, he bottoms out with a groan, and you gasp.

 “Yeah,” he sighs and begins to fuck you, slowly at first. “How’s that?” 

You can only nod, feeling so full of him you can hardly listen or form thoughts.  “Ohh,” you whimper as he stuffs you with his massive cock. Your skin feels hot. He speeds up to a moderate pace and you both moan and grunt as you fuck. He kisses and sucks your neck, moaning into your skin, then he breathes against it. He fucks you harder, deeper

“How’s it feel, baby–ohhh” He slams his pelvis into yours each time. 

“Ohhh, God, it’s, yeah, nngh–ohh”

Footsteps come down the hall, and stop outside the door. 

“Wait,” you whisper.”

“Want me to wait?” he whispers teasingly, slowing down to an excruciating pace, dragging slow and heavy inside you. 

You shake your head no. 

“Good,” he whispers. 

Tommy’s knowing voice outside the door: “Catch y’all later.” Then the footsteps recede. 

“Now please, please” you beg, wanting it harder again. You pull him close and grind your pelvis into his in just the right spot. “Ohh, Joel.” The pleasure overwhelms you and you whimper as you begin to clench and pulse. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, “Where do you want it?” 

“Right here,” you nod, pulling him closer, keeping him inside with your legs around him. 

Joel erupts with a groan, filling your hot, wet cunt with warm bursts, slowly thrusting into you as he empties his balls. 

“God damn, you’re somethin’ else.” 

---a few weeks later—

"Ain't wearin' a stupid holiday sweater," Joel grumbles. You and Joel have been seeing each other, and now you're going to Tommy’s holiday party with him.

"C'mon, just for the party. It'll be fun," you smile hopefully.

"Gimme a break, baby. Nothin' fun about sweaters."

"Don't be a Grinch," you pout.

"Thought I was a Scrooge," he retorts. 

"What if I let you fuck me in Tommy's bed?"

He squints at you. "God damnit, my heart just grew three sizes."

You look down at his jeans and smile saucily. You don't have to make the joke out loud. "Can't wait," you purr and hand him the sweater.  

"Tommy'd lose his mind," Joel shakes his head, then raises his eyebrows. "And not in the bad way." 

"Oh yeah?"

Joel gives a low whistle. "You should see him droolin' when ya walk away." Joel chuckles, and your face heats up. 

"Well. Maybe we shouldn't, then. . ."

"Don't see why not," Joel shrugs. 

You look away shyly.

"What's got you all flustered?" 

"Nothing," you shake your head, but you can't push away the thought of Tommy walking in and losing his 'mind.' 

Joel smirks. "Don't look like nothin'."

"Just excited to see you in a sweater," you run your hand through his curls. 

"I ain't the jealous type if ya wanna give Tommy some sugar, too."

You gasp and can't hide your embarrassed smile. Your face is burning. "He told you.” 

Joel plays stupid. “Told me what?” 

Your hand drifts up to cover your mouth. 

“Just sayin’, if ya wanna grab him in a nicer setting. . .”

“Joel!" You gently smack his chest. 

“Musta been the highlight of his life,” Joel laughs. “Post-divorce, at least.” 

"Naughty list for you." You press his sweater into his chest and go to the closet to change into your own. 

----

When you’re standing at the door of Tommy’s ranch, your heart is racing. 

“Relax, baby.” He rubs your back. 

“You were serious?” you ask. 

“Yeah, but ya don’t gotta. Just sayin’ it’s fair game.” 

Your eyes meet and he cups your cheek. You whisper, “thanks for wearing the sweater.” 

Joel gives you a kiss right as the door opens, and Tommy teases, “You two need a room already?” Tommy’s wearing a festive cardigan open over a wifebeater and his huge belt buckle. He stands aside to let you in, and you don’t miss the way his gaze lingers on your mouth. 

Sarah brings her husband, and you spend much of the night talking to them, hearing old stories about Joel. It’s a small party, adults only, and most of the parents have to get home to their babysitters, but Ellie is staying at Bill and Frank’s for the week to help with their Christmas tree farm. It’s a real treat for her and also her first “job.” 

—

You don’t steal Joel away during the party, and he doesn’t try either. But when everyone else is gone, you and Joel stay for a drink with Tommy. He offers that you’re welcome to stay over since the kids are with Maria. 

“Where ya want us?” Joel asks. 

“Well, my bed’s the most comfy,” Tommy looks at you and adds a wink that gives you butterflies. 

Joel nods with an intrigued frown. “Whatcha think, honey?”

“Okay,” you nod. You’re afraid to act too eager, but can hardly believe your luck. 

-

In Tommy’s room, Tommy reclines on the bed, while Joel holds you in a hug. Joel turns your chin to meet his eyes and asks “Comfortable?”

You nod and smile. 

“Ready to be even more comfortable?” 

Joel kisses you gently, sensually. Then his lips become hungrier, and you lose yourself in his rising desperation. He moans into your mouth and pulls you closer against him. He walks against you until you’re at the bed, and when you glance back to make sure you don’t fall, you see Tommy reclining with his ankles crossed, palming himself over his jeans. He holds your gaze and begins to undo that big belt buckle, and you get a rush of arousal. 

With you seated on the bed and Joel looms over you. The curves of his hulking muscles stretch his sweater. Your eyes fall to his jeans, and you can see the outline of his massive erection. You reach for the button and he murmurs, “yeah, there ya go,” and affectionately cradles your head while you unbutton and unzip him. Then he takes his sweater off over his head and his under-tee rides up exposing his happy trail. “Let’s get that sweater off, Tommy.” 

You turn around and see Tommy is on all fours with his cardigan already off. He’s prowling across the bed, to the foot of it where you sit. Tommy sits up on his knees behind you, and wraps his arms around. He lifts at the bottom hem of your sweater and brings his mouth to your ear to murmur, “Yeah, let’s get comfortable.” You raise your arms and he takes off the sweater for you then cups your breasts. You pull off your bra from under your tank top while Joel takes off his jeans. 

“Shit, let’s take it all off,” Tommys says with his voice briefly muffled by his wifebeater as he pulls it over his head. “Nothin’ like three bare bodies all twisted up.” His giant belt clinks as he unbuckles it behind you. Joel steps out of his jeans, leaving the tent in his boxers on full display, making you gush. He bends down to help take your tank top off, then he kisses you as he unfastens your pants. Joel kisses down your body as he removes your pants and underwear. 

“Come on up here,” Tommy mutters and wraps an arm around you. He pulls you up toward the pillows, then stacks them behind himself and pulls you between his legs where you can feel he is fully nude and hard. His skin is hot and smooth. You're both facing Joel. 

You sit between Tommy’s moderately hairy legs, and his broad palms cup your naked breasts. “How ya doin’, darlin’?” he whispers into your ear. His cock twitches against your lower back. “Ready for my brother?”

You nod, “Yeah.” 

“He’s ready too.”

Joel is kneeling onto the bed with his commanding cock in hand. He pauses to squeeze himself, eyes roving over you like you’ve never looked hotter. “Look like an angel, baby. Can’t wait to be in ya.” Tommy lightly grinds himself against your lower back, then his hands come to your thighs, and you spread them open for Joel. 

“Always so good,” Joel mumbles, then kisses you deeply and you feel his cock run through your dripping seam.  You’re wet, so wet for him. He’s still kissing you, letting your lips separate every second or so.  His face pulls back and Tommy slightly adjusts you between his legs. Tommy’s cock is stiff against your back. Joel’s tip nudges your entrance, then he pushes himself into you. Tommy’s hands are still on your breasts. Joel leans over you, bracing his hands on the bed to either side of Tommy’s thighs. It still makes you swoon how his big cock stuffs you full. As Joel thrusts into you, Tommy ruts against you, moaning softly. The force of Joel’s thrusts makes you rub against Tommy’s stiff manhood and he groans.

“Feel so good, baby,” Joel breathes. 

“Take’ him so well,” Tommy  whispers. 

Your breath hitches and you moan into Joel’s mouth with his cock dragging thickly deep inside you. Tommy massages your breasts and grinds into you while Joel kisses you and fucks you good. It feels better and better every minute. Joel dips his hips and grinds against your front as he stuffs  you with his cock. You feel the tension building in your belly, and your clit twitches. 

You tear your mouth away from Joel’s and whine, “Joel.”

“Oh, baby, gonna cum already?”

You whimper and nod. 

“It’s okay, baby. Go ‘head,” Tommy whispers. 

“Yeah, let it happen, baby,” Joel agrees. 

Then Joel, with his cock still seated inside you, rolls his hips to put more pressure on your front, and  Tommy grinds against your lower back, and you clench down on Joel’s cock with a moan. 

“Oh, Fuck,” Joel whispers and he begins to pulse at the exact same time you feel Tommy erupt against you. The three of you come in a cacophony of grunts and moans and Tommy’s sliding wetly against your crack as his cum trickles down. 

Joel stays inside as he catches his breath, then slides out of you, and some of his cum drips down between Tommy’s legs. 

“Think ya might be the one I been lookin' for,” Joel mumbles. He gives you a slow kiss.

You get cleaned up, then you sleep like three spoons stacked together with Joel in front. 

===

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[jungle-angel]

A King's Home Is His Castle (Admiral!Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob have worked so hard to build lives for yourselves and for your family and despite what others say, home will always be a special place for you, Bob and your little ones.

Warnings: Misogynistic remarks from a Naval officer, language, Admiral Bob popping off and pulling rank etc.

Tagging: @bradleybeachbabe @sebsxphia @floralfloyd and any other mutuals who have kept me going since day one. Guys, this is for you

Bob couldn't really stand having to go to half of these Navy functions, especially now since the weather was shitty and everyone was coming down with seasonal illnesses. Already he could feel the onset of it, the scratchiness in his throat, the body aches and pains, the swollen nodes in his neck and the achy wetness that had settled in his chest.

The last place Bob had wanted to be was at the Seaport Hotel, his clammy skin pricking with goosebumps under his Navy dress blacks as the snow had begun to fall. In he went, heading to the ballroom where all the other Navymen and women had gathered to celebrate Cyclone's birthday. Good God he felt terrible, just plain sick and terrible.

"Admiral Floyd!" boomed a gravely, deep voice. "Good to see you."

"Admiral Hauser," Bob greeted, shaking his hand. "Likewise."

"How's the family?"

"Never better," Bob said with a smile. "(Y/N) and I are excited, we've got a new little one due in a month."

"Good on ya kid," Admiral Hauser replied. "I'll see if I can bring back a case of cigars from Southeast Asia when my carrier crew ships out for duty."

"Oh that's right," Bob said, suddenly remembering. "You're training with the Royal Thai Navy SEALS aren't you?"

"None other," Admiral Hauser chuckled. "Admiral Nataya said he wants his units in shape for duty and that's what we're gonna do."

Bob and Admiral Hauser shared a few good laughs, but it couldn't do much to suppress the annoying tickle in his throat.

"Jeez Bob, you look like hell," Jake remarked.

"I feel like it," Bob answered, taking a deep breath and letting it out. "I think Auggie caught something at school and brought it home."

"Uh oh, speaking of diseases," Jake muttered under his breath. "Here comes one right now."

"Oh God no," Bob whispered.

Sure enough it was, Admiral Terrance Hamilton, the bane of the unit's existence. Bob couldn't stand the prick for the life of him let alone work with him. The shithead had already gone completely grey, the results of self-induced stress and problems that had been of his own creation. A bore to the enth degree, Admiral Hamilton talked excessively of finance, a hobby of his that seemed to overtake his mind, a man unable to understand the outside interests of others. He had profusely made fun of Bob for enjoying books that weren't about hard, cut and dry facts and couldn't stand the fact that Bob and the other Daggers had chosen to send their children to a school where creativity and imagination were the prime focus of the curriculum. Hell, Hamilton had even gone so far as to make lewd and rather unseemly jokes about (Y/N) Floyd, Bob's beloved wife and the mother of his children. Bob could practically smell the arrogance radiating off the man as he approached, the self-righteous gleam in his eyes and the stiffness of his perfectly pressed Navy dress blacks.

"Admiral Floyd," Hamilton greeted, shaking Bob's hand.

"Admiral Hamilton," Bob said with a rather curt politeness. "How are you?"

Hamilton replied with only a scoffing chuckle. "How do you think I'm doing?" he questioned. "I've been dealing with a passive aggressive woman who can't seem to wrap her head around what's going on lately."

Bob only nodded and gave him a polite smile. He could feel the cold negativity creeping in under his skin. "Sorry to hear that," was all Bob said.

"Ah, there's nothing that can be done," Hamilton answered with a wave of his hand. "How about the wife?"

"We're uh.....we're getting ready for a new baby in the family," Bob told him. "This is our fourth."

"Hah!" Hamilton laughed. "Must be doing something right if you can keep her full of you."

Bob and Jake cast a glance at each other, scrunching their eyebrows together. "I beg your pardon sir?" Bob asked.

"Can't keep her off you huh?" Hamilton said with a chuckle. "Sweet and demure on the outside but a fiend in the bedroom?"

"Sir I'm sorry but I don't....."

"It's a joke," Hamilton cut in.

"Doesn't seem like a joke to me," Jake said rather coldly.

"Oh c'mon Seresin," Hamilton chuckled. "Laugh a little bit. That's not the worst you've heard I'm sure."

Bob could feel the heat filling his face and something coiling in his chest. The audacity of this man.....the pure, sheer audacity to make those remarks and in public of all places!

"So I hear the boy's in school huh?" Hamilton enquired.

"Yes," Bob answered, swirling the amber whiskey and half melted ice cubes in his glass. "Just started the kindergarten program at the Waldorf school near where we live. The rest of the squad's kids are in his class as well."

"One of those hippie schools I presume," Hamilton said, scoffing a little. "If I had kids I wouldn't pay to have them waste their education on art and music."

Oh now he was getting mad. Bob knew that there was nothing worse in the world than feeling sick and angry all at once. He couldn't tell if it was heat from his sore throat or from the anger that boiled in his blood, but something was about to boil over.

"You said your on what? Your fourth kid too?"

"Yes."

"Jeez," Hamilton sniffed. "I'd have no patience for that, a bunch of kids running around the house screaming, talking back and being undisciplined. And let me guess, your little wifey wants a whole baseball team?"

That was it......that was officially the straw that had broken the camel's back. Jake saw a flash in Bob's eyes as Bob calmly took a sip of his whiskey, never once breaking eye contact with the slimy little twerp.

"Let me tell you something Admiral Hamilton.....Sir," Bob said, sharply emphasizing the last word. "Do you have any idea what family actually means or are you just that blind and ignorant?"

"Sorry?"

"You have no idea what (y/n) and I have been through in our eight years of marriage so far," Bob said icily. "You don't have a clue what we've both given up to be together and to build the lives we have now. In fact I think you might be a little bit jealous."

"Jealous?" Hamilton questioned.

"Yes, jealous," Bob answered sharply. "Because you walked all over the people who have tried to help you, the very same people you deemed to be out to get you because you always thought you were in the right about everything."

"Admiral Floyd, I....I never...." Hamilton chuckled nervously.

"And another thing too," Bob interrupted. "You've always been jealous of what everybody else has. I've heard you, day after day complain about people that are married, have kids or have this or that. Don't think I haven't heard you complain about Lieutenant Avery and her wife celebrating fifteen years together or Lieutenant Parker and his husband finally adopting a kid they've been fighting for, for the last year and a half or even Admiral Seresin and his wife, Rachel, celebrating their own wedding anniversary."

Admiral Hamilton simply froze, a dead look in his eyes and unable to speak.

"One more thing," Bob said, the heated hardness in his tone becoming obvious. "If I ever and I mean ever.......catch you making unseemly remarks about my wife or any of the other Navy wives every again, I'll make sure that your Navy career is ruined and that your reputation has a huge yellow stain. Hell, that might even be a good nickname for you, now that I think about it. How do you like that Admiral Seresin?

"I'm starting to think that's not such a bad idea," Jake said with a huge, shit-eating grin crawling across his face. "Old Yellow-Stain....it's got a nice ring to it."

He could see that Hamilton was fuming, Bob having hit him right where it hurt the most.

"You think you're better than everybody else don't you?" Hamilton fumed. "If it's one think I can't stand it's privleged little pricks who think they're better than everybody else."

"So you?" Bob questioned, raising his eyebrows.

Hamilton's face began to turn bright red.

"Sorry Admiral," Bob said, his cheeky, lopsided grin forming on his face. "But the only person you're hurting is yourself."

Oh could he feel the anger beginning to radiate from the insulted Admiral, his eyes were like ice, his eyebrows turned down in a scowl that would have a brand new seaman running scared.

"So might I propose a toast," Bob said. "To Admiral Hamilton, the greatest insult to the Navy since Admiral Richmond K. Turner."

It was a split second before Bob flung the remaining whiskey in his glass into Hamilton's face, the slimy gimp's jaw hanging open in shock as the amber liquid ran down his face and dripped onto his dress uniform. Admiral Hamilton huffed and stormed off, leaving the ballroom and the two other higher ranking Admirals in his wake.

"Well that went over like a fart during Christmas Mass," Jake laughed.

Bob laughed but it was interrupted by a bone cracking wet cough.

"Alright," Jake said. "What do you say we stay for the cutting of the cake and then go home?"

Bob grimaced and nodded, trying to take in a breath. They stayed just a little while longer before at last, they were able to jump in Jake's truck and head for home.

The snow was coming down a little bit harder, the plows just having gone by and the heat blasting as music played from Jake's phone in the cupholder.

"Nice pop-off by the way," Jake chuckled.

"That actually felt really good," Bob laughed.

"You got nasty though! I'm proud!" Jake exclaimed.

They laughed the whole way home until Jake pulled in the driveway, the two huge Victorian homes side by side in what was known as "Admiral's Village". Bob gathered his cap and walked along the sidewalk, up the path and onto the front porch where he lived with you and your children. Much to his surprise, the lights were still on inside which meant that the babies would still be awake, more so if school was called off the next day.

He opened the door and headed inside, the house warm and cozy and the smell of a fresh dinner wafting from the kitchen. The scritching of nails on the hardwood floor signaled the arrival of the family dogs, Tank, Bandit and the two newest additions to your family, a little black Scottish terrier that Auggie had named Jock, and a little Pekingese puppy you and Bob had named Dolly after she had been found outside the Dolly Madison house in DC. She was still so tiny, only half the size of Jock and dwarfed in comparison to the others.

Bob gave them all the scritches they could possibly ask for, scooping Dolly up off her stubby little legs and into the curve of his elbow before he made his way into the kitchen.

There you were, just having seated Auggie, Patrick and Diedre at the table, the smell of a warm, freshly roasted chicken out of the oven and resting in the pan on the stove while the smell of your homemade cinnamon spice cake cooling on the counter.

"DADDY!!!!!!" The babies chirped as they practically jumped off their seats at the table.

"Come give me hugs babies!" Bob laughed as Dolly sprang to the floor, leaving him to throw his arms around your children and litter their cheeks with kisses.

"Baba! Baba I want kissy!" Diedre demanded as she tried to push past her brothers.

"C'mere princess," Bob chuckled, scooping her up off her feet and pressing a big, wet kiss to her cheek which made her giggle.

Bob looked over at you in your burgundy colored shawl sweater, He could almost feel the hot flush himself, though it might have been due to the burning clump of mucous in his throat more than anything else.

"There's my handsome king of the castle," you teased as you took each other in your arms.

Bob pressed a sweet kiss to your lips before nuzzling your cheeks. "Sorry sweet cheeks," he said. "I think I'm getting sick."

"I'll say," you remarked, holding the back of your hand to his forehead. "You're warmer than usual. Auggie must've brought something home from school."

"Sorry if I get you sick sweetheart," he apologized.

"Oh Bob c'mon," you assured him. "I teach at that same school and my first graders this year still don't know how to cover their mouths."

Bob laughed a little before the coughing caught him again. You called the babies back into the kitchen to come and get their plates, plating everyone's dinners before you, Bob and the little ones were all seated in the dining room. Once grace was said, the five of you dug right in and went back and forth about how the day and evening's events had gone.

"How was the birthday celebration for Cyclone?" you asked him.

"Well," Bob said before finishing the last bite of asparagus. "Funny you should ask that."

He explained every little bit about what had happened, even the parts that he knew might upset you. Yet despite the awful remarks made by one of the naval commanders, you remained level headed and calm.

"You watch," you chuckled. "He'll say the wrong thing at the wrong time and Hamilton's Navy career will be over."

Once dinner was eaten, you loaded the dishes into the dishwasher, cleaning up and putting away the leftovers for the next day while Bob lit a fire in the living room fireplace. He went away upstairs to switch into something more comfortable, the flannel pjs you had gotten him for Christmas the year before.

You made him a hot green tea, slipping in one of your herb packets for seasonal illnesses and let it steep before handing it off to him. "Mommy! Mommy!" Auggie chirped, bouncing with excitement as he tried to hand you one of the books off the shelf. "Can we read a story?"

"Go right by the fireplace and we'll read a story before bed ok?" you told him. "I've gotta get Daddy settled first."

Auggie giggled and ran off to get nice and warm by the fireplace, all three of the kids having just slipped into their pjs and dragging a blanket and their favorite stuffie down from their bedrooms.

“Chivalry!---why, maiden, she is the nurse of pure and high affection---the stay of the oppressed, the redresser of grievances, the curb of the power of the tyrant ---Nobility were but an empty name without her, and liberty finds the best protection in her lance and her sword.” You read.

You, Bob and the babies were completely engrossed in Ivanhoe, the strange and wonderful tale of a Saxon knight and his adventures during the reign of Richard The Lionheart. He loved the way you read, your voice comforting and soft, like the cozy wool throw blanket he had wrapped himself in. Bob didn't care what anyone said. He loved nights like this, when you and him would gather around the fire with the babies to read to them before bed, losing yourselves in the adventures, fantasy and fun of it all.

It wasn't long before the babies had all fallen asleep with Bob carrying them upstairs, one at a time and not wanting you to hurt yourself since his sister had insisted on no heavy lifting at all. Once they were all asleep, it was just you and him, the two of you on the comfy old sofa in the living room, warming yourselves by the fire and his big, gentle hand rubbing soft circles on your obvious bump.

"Jeez (y/n) he's going nuts," Bob chuckled, feeling the tiny little feet kicking against his palm.

"He knows it's you," you hummed happily, a lazy smile worn on your face as you leaned against Bob and relaxed into his touch.

Bob bent a little lower and pressed a loving kiss to your bump. "I love you my precious boy," he whispered. "You, your momma and your brothers and sister mean everything to me."

You both snuggled close together, letting the troubles of the day run off like rain on a roof. The snow kept falling hard outside, but the warmth and coziness of your home enveloping the two of you fully as you and your husband fell asleep with the fire crackling away through the night. When you woke up the next morning, greeted by the look of pure love on Bob's face, you were both grateful beyond words for each other and the life you had built.

[hearts4golbach]

Get the Angles Right!

chapter 9.

pairing:

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

sorry I didn't get anything out yesterday, I had a birthday party to go to.

proofread

warnings:

Bryan Stars mention...

word count:

2.0k

the loud ringing of your phone startled you awake. you were having one of those cold sweat naps. you quickly checked the time, the clock read 4:30. Johnnies contact showed on the screen. you quickly answered the phone. "Hello?" you answered, your voice raspy. you rubbed the sleepiness from your eyes.

you didn't get much sleep the night before. Thoughts of Johnnie plagued your mind after the shoot, so you stayed up all night editing the photos. not the smartest idea on your part, but at least they were done and looked very good.

"Hey, y/n." Your name rolled off his tongue. He always thought it tasted so sweet. "i was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner before the party? we could just Uber there after dinner." he explained his thoughts further.

you cleared your throat, dragging yourself out of the pool of sweat you were laying in. "Uh, yeah. of course, let me get ready. where do you want me to meet you? and we're going to the restaurant in what we're wearing to the party, right?"

"That's what i was going to do, yeah." You heard shuffling in the background. "and I was hoping you could pick the place. i wanna try more actually good places before i leave."

your small smile dropped at that reminder. that fact was beginning to eat you alive. you sighed, "yeah! there's this really good Thai place a couple blocks away from my place. there's also an Italian restaurant across the street from there that has the best vodka pasta i've ever had."

"then let's go to that Italian place." you could hear the excitement in his voice. "how soon can you be there?"

"what? excited to see me?" you giggled. you pulled yourself off the bed and grabbed the dress that you had made out of your closet. it was a layered wine red silk dress. some of the fabric was frayed, it had a slit where at the leg and made your tits look great.

"maybe." on the other side of the phone, his face was beet red.

"i can probably get there around 5:15. does that work?" you sat in front of the vanity and put the phone on speaker.

he hummed, "yeah, that works."

"what? on the phone with your girlfriend?" a familiar voice came form the background. Jake giggled to himself.

"dude, shut the fuck up." Johnnie sighed. you rolled your eyes and laughed. "i'll see you there?"

"mhm. see you in a bit, Johnnie. bye."

"bye." he replied before scolding jake. he hung up the phone before you could hear what else he was saying.

you rushed your makeup but still tried to make it look decent. you know it'd be fully gone by the end of the party anyway. you slipped the dress on and adjusted what was needed. just like that, you were ready. you tried to ignore the ache in your heart.

you had called an uber after Johnnie hung up, so it arrived shortly after you were ready. you stared out the window, watching as raindrops raced down. your feelings for Johnnie made the thought of him leaving dreadful. you knew you'd never see him again. you weren't even sure if you two would truly stay in contact. why would he want to? you figured he saw you as so,e hookup rather than someone he could actually love.

your uber driver grabbed your attention when he said you had arrived. you thanked him and climbed out of the car, Johnnie stood in front of the restaurant smoking a cigarette. his face lit up when he saw you. he was wearing the zebra print and leather jacket, which shocked you so much your jaw dropped.

"you're actually wearing it?!" you approached him.

his eyes grazed over your body. he had never seen you in something like that before. "yeah, this jacket is so fucking sick. i'm gonna be wearing it all the time now."

you nearly cried from happiness. someone actually enjoyed your art. "i'm actually so glad you love it just as much as i do."

"i might like it more than you do." he took another drag before passing the cig to you.

"impossible," you laughed, taking the last hit before handing it back to him. he out the cigarette out and walked inside. he held the door for you and you followed in behind him.

he spoke to the waiter and got a table for the two of you. the kind lady led you to your table. you sat across from Johnnie. "can i get you two started with something to drink?"

"i'll take a dr pepper." Johnnie said before looking towards you. the waiter was beautiful, but he never gave her a second glance.

"i'll just take a coke, please." you opened the small menu on the table. she wrote your two orders down and walked away. "i think i want to try their chicken alfredo, but i don't know. that vodka pasta was actually mind blowing."

"you get the alfredo, i'll get the vodka pasta and we'll split. do you wanna do that?" he asked, his eyes down on the menu. he looked up at you, his icy blue eyes gazing into yours. he seemed to be trying to read your facial expression. "i don't know, whatever you wanna do."

"yeah, we can do that. that's a really good idea, actually." the eye contact made your stomach flip, you looked down at your lap.

the waiter came back with your drinks and a small basket of warm bread sticks with a pepper sauce and a garlic sauce. "i'll be back over soon to take your orders." she looked at Johnnie, who was looking at you. she looked back at you and flashed an embarrassed smile.

"thank you," you smiled back before she walked away. "these breadsticks are really good too, especially when you mix the pepper and the garlic dip." you explained, ripping a piece of the bread off and dipping it before popping it into your mouth.

he followed your lead,trying the combination. "i don't know how i feel about that." he laughed.

"fair," you giggled, "it is a weird combo. i've been doing it since i was little, so." you trailed off.

he took another piece and dipped it into the garlic sauce. "you look really pretty tonight, y/n." he complimented, a small blush growing on his face.

there was so much you wanted to say to him, but you didn't know where to start. your mind blanked as you stared at him with a small smile on your face. "thank you, i- i don't know what to say." you laughed, looking down at the table.

a small smile grew on his face. he loved seeing you flustered, he thought you looked adorable. "that's fine," he took your hand from across the table. the bold move shocked you, but you were far from complaining. when you accepted the gesture, his smile grew. "you excited for the party? you get to meet Tara, carrington, and Jake. like, actually meet them."

"yeah, i'm excited. are you sure they'll like me?" you asked cautiously.

his thumb rubbed the back of your hand, "they already like you from what i've told them."

"you tell them about me?" you asked. he talks about you more than he'd like to admit. "i guess that takes a lot of the anxiety away."

a soft smile formed on his face. "good."

Johnnie told you more about his life back in LA. did he have to rub it in your face even more? he finally told you what his job was. he told you he was a youtuber. needless to say, you were shocked. he also explained Tara, Carrington, and Jake were also youtubers. he didn't state why they were in New York, but you had a general idea now. he told you he lives with Carrington and Jake and they record together frequently. he told you more about his family, his brother and sister, and more about his dad. he spoke very highly of all of them. he held your hand the whole time. he had a sparkle in his eye whenever he spoke about his career. but, he also told you about his burnout with making content at some points in time. you were invested the whole time, and that only made him fall harder for you.

you were engaged in the conversation and were coming up with a response before food arrived. the waitress stared at your hands. Johnnie didn't let go until your food was put in front of you and his was put in front of him. the two of you thanked the waitress, who was visibly annoyed but kept up the sweetheart act. before she left, Johnnie asked her to bring two extra plates.

"your life is so interesting, i could listen to you talk about it all day. i love your voice, Johnnie." you complemented him confidently, this time. you were starting to learn that Johnnie did like you the way you wanted him to. your compliment made him blush.

the waiter came back and placed two extra plated on the table. you thanked her before she walked off without saying a word. Johnnie split up the food and handed you your plate. whenever he tried the vodka pasta, he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. "what the fuck, y/n?"

your heart dropped, "what? what's wrong?"

"how is this so fucking good and why do you know all the good places?" he took another bite, as if he was double checking his taste buds.

"what can i say?" you smiled before beginning to dig into your own food.

he tried to hide the smile on his face as he kept talking to you about his life. he told you about his complications with Bryan Stars and My Digital Escape. That person and group were things you had heard about, but never fully looked into. all of the drama he told you shocked you. Johnnie felt comfortable with telling you anything. he made sure to inform you about his ex girlfriend and everything that happened with her. he phrased it in a way that didn't make you worry, thankfully.

the rest of the dinner you listened to him talk. you enjoyed hearing all about him, and it was a relief you didn't need to talk very much. you weren't sure what dangerous words would spill out of your mouth. the dinner was so intimate, you didn't want it to end. at that point, you'd rather spend the rest of the night alone with Johnnie instead of going to a party. but, you were still excited for the party. you were even more excited to meet his friends.

the waitress came back with the check. you began to take out your wallet but Johnnie pushed your hand down. "it's on me." he said before placing his card inside of the check.

"you don't have to pay for everything, Johnnie. you know i have big girl money, too." you giggled.

"i want to." he put simply.

a couple minutes later she took the check and went to enter it. you and Johnnie made small talk about bands while you waited. she came back soon after. "thank you guys for coming in." her monotone voice rang.

"thank you," Johnnie stayed kind. "ready to go? i'll call the uber."

"yeah," a smile formed on your face. Johnnie couldn't help but smile back, a love stricken look shined in his eyes. "thank you for taking me out. it means a lot."

"it was my pleasure, y/n. i love going out with you, you make everything so fucking fun." he laughed, taking your hand once more. "wanna go wait outside?"

"yeah, let's get out of here." you intertwined your fingers with his and walked out of the restaurant. you two stood out front, hands interlocked as you waited for the uber.

[blorbocedes]

wow, the alex video you posted IS so deranged and yet valid. i for one would love to hear any further thoughts about galex cannibalism you may have??

this is so deranged...... anyways what if galex were stuck on an island 🤪😳🏝 (based off this video)

Turns out being stranded on a deserted island is really anticlimactic. Incredibly boring, and more of a waiting game, once the adrenaline, relief, and panic at being alive wears off.

"We're the most tracked people on Earth. Once the teams figure out what happened, they'll send those large helis. We'll be out of here in no time. Probably in time to catch the next race too." George paces around, as if delegating his own rescue operation. Saying it out loud affirms it, it's going to happen, and therefore all George needs is to be cool and collected. His phone hadn't survived the waves, but he's sure it had sent his last known location somewhere near the waters. That's why they allow themselves to be tracked by technoautocrats all time, right? George isn't even worrying.

Alex is sitting down on the sand, with his small collection of rocks he's gathered and halfheartedly rubbing them together. You need a fireplace for that, George think irritated. Or like, a collection of sticks in a circle. He doesn't know, he's an F1 driver for fuck's sake.

Alex snorts, "Reckon they'll save the biggest helis for Lewis? Realise he's safe and sound in LA and bring out the backup single seater ones for George Russell?"

"Piss off. I suppose they'd find us faster if I was stuck with Max but you don't see me saying that." George snipes back. Admittedly, they're not on their best behaviour. Something about waking up concussed and realizing you're on a deserted island with the sun blazing down on you, and no fresh water or belongings nearby has a way of doing that to people.

"Ouch." Alex sounded mock-offended. He made a smiley face with his rocks.

"Shouldn't be long now." George bluffs with absolutely no way of knowing, only he needs to believe it. The waves dip into the beach, treacherously soothing. All that water, and nothing to drink. George imagines heroically catching a fish. He's not quite sure how to go about that, but Alex would for sure be impressed.

"We've got to think more long term, George."

"What do you mean?"

Alex levels him with a look. "Look around us. We're the only living things around for god knows how long. You've got to start thinking survival of the fittest."

George heroically catching fish. Alex in those lionskin dress the wives wore in the flinstones, cooking it over a fire. They Blue Lagoon it for years. Having to hold each other for warmth by the fire as they sleep to crackling hum.

"Yeah?" George asks, mouth going dry and not from the lack of water.

"There's only so much of each other we can take. You've gotta do what it takes to survive. That's what they don't tell you about deserted islands, the rules don't apply here. We can do anything here, and get away with it. And from what I can see, we're the only food source around. Anyone ever tell you you've got the neck of a gazelle?"

"You wanna eat me, Albon?" Dies down in George's throat, can't make it sound casual enough, like a joke. Not with the way Alex is staring at him, dark eyes, like he's something particularly delicious. We can do anything here, and get away with. The rules don't apply here. The giant helicopters with their flashlights could find them fucking them on the beach, and it wouldn't matter. Except they'd probably have cameras, to film the whole rescue operation and then yes, it does matter. Everything they do here matters.

"I'm not eating you. You're all bones and stuff, no thanks." George huffs, the dehydration truly settling in as his face gets redder.

"You don't want a little Thai food out here?" Alex laughs, reaching from where he's sitting and pulling at George's ankle who trips and falls on his ass on the hard sand.

Alex is flirting with me. Or he wants to eat me. George is not sure which is worse.

"Say a hyena gets me, you've gonna let a stupid bird have at me? Not even honour my body?" Alex still has his hand on George's ankle, the grip of it unrelenting. George's heart thuds in his chest.

"There's no hyenas around." He argues with reasonable confidence, despite not knowing.

"I wouldn't let a bird do that to you. I'd think, my friend George would've wanted me to survive." Alex moves closer, until he's halfway on top of George. His hand moves to the soft flesh of George's thigh sticking out from his shorts, and circles it. It's a little on the nose to feel like a prey trapped under a predator, imagining Alex kissing the soft of thigh before biting down on it, blood around the jut of that handsome mouth. One way or another, they'd both leave this island together. Within one another. It would be so, so easy to press Alex's head down here. Between his legs. Crush him with his thighs. "Whatever it takes."

"Fuck, fine. If a fucking hyena gets you, l'll shoo it away and eat you. Happy?" George pushes Alex off him, getting up, who grins up lazily from where he's fallen on the sand.

Heart still beating in his chest like a wild rabbit, George runs into the clearing of a few trees -- not wanting to venture further from where Alex won't be able to hear him if he calls for help. Their first mode of action had been making a SOS that could be seen from above, from the search helicopters, with the biggest rocks they could find. Turns out their strength at driving race cars had absolutely no use in lugging large rocks and they'd given up after the first C of the S. Finding large rocks makes George feel like he's doing something productive, actually aiding their rescue.

But Alex's words swim into his head. Survival of the fittest. Almost paranoid that Alex is watching, even though he's still lying on the beach, George stares into the clearing of trees ahead. There could be signs of life inside and he really doesn't want to find out, or be unarmed if there is. He just has to wait it to out. The rescue planes are coming. Entire jets. The whole country is on red alert. They're going to shake hands with the King.

Delirious in the heat, and the amount of blood that's rushed south, the shine of his wrist catches the sun. His sponsor gold Tag Heuer watch. A few hundred thousand quid. He takes it off, checking it's weight, and then places it on the ground. Takes the rock he'd found, and smashes it, collecting the now broken watch, and shards of glass in his pocket.

He makes his way back to Alex.

"What happened to your nice watch, Georgie?" Alex asks casually, frizzy air dried blond hair sticking up. Still looks great, like this. Tanned skin, blonde hair, pants rolled up as shorts. They could be on a beach vacation. George thumbs the watch in his closed fist, along the sharp ridges of where it broke.

"You got something in your pants or are you just happy to see me, Alexander?" George asks, staring at the rock sized bulge in Alex's left pocket.

"Always happy to see you." Alex smiles, and George mentally maps where his jugular should be as he takes a step towards him.

[myinternetaddictworld]

The Dress {P.P}

Synopsis: You bought a new dress and Peter wants to have his way with you

MINORS DNI 18+ CONTENT AHEAD CW: jealous (soft) dom peter! x bratty afab reader, oral (m and f receiving), name-calling, praise kink and degradation kink at the same time (?), use of toys, squirting, and probably some other stuff just read at your own discretion !!

a/n: this may be the smuttiest thing i’ve ever written :^]

also sorry for hiatus, finals were a bitch but i’m back!! Happy early holidays <3 ～●～●～●～●～●～●～● ～

"Babe, we have to go if we want to make this reservation on time..." Peter yelled from downstairs.

He had finished getting ready nearly an hour ago. It was your anniversary and Peter had gone all out in planning the day for you. He had already surprised you with flowers and breakfast in bed earlier. Now the two of you were preparing for dinner at one of the newest Thai places in the city.

"Comingggg," you said, finishing up your makeup. You were lying. You weren't even dressed yet but at least you had finished your hair and makeup.

You quickly rushed to the hanger with your dress on it. It was a beautiful sage green slip dress that you had been saving for a special occasion. You slipped the piece of fabric on and fanned out your hair.

"Y/N, I'm serious we have to leave no--" Peter stopped himself as he walked into your shared bedroom.

"I know I just need to slide my shoes on and we can leave." you said, fiddling with the strap on your heels.

"When did you get this dress?" Peter said curiously.

"A month ago, it was a surprise." you snickered, standing up.

"Wow...this dress is now my new favorite thing," Peter said lowly. He pulled your hips toward his and placed his head in the crock of your neck.

"Were you not just complaining about how we're going to be late?" you question.

"Mhm...but now that I've seen you in this dress, dinner seems way less important." He says peppering kisses down your neck and collarbone.

"I'm going to the car," you laugh, playfully pushing him away.

"This place better have the fastest service imaginable or I just might have to take you in the bathroom," He whined, following you.

You laugh, grabbing your coat.

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"Let me see the pictures you took of me--gotta make sure you didn't make me look bad," you joke reaching for Peter's phone.

"You never look bad in pictures, baby," Peter says pulling into the driveway.

"Whatever you say," you retort, scrolling through the pictures.

"I like this one," you say, showing him a candid photo Peter managed to get of you with a glass of wine.

"Yeah, that one's my favorite too," he says smiling.

"Now let's get into the house before we get frostbite," he says turning the car off. The two of you quickly make it inside.

"I'm going to take a bath if you would like to join me...." you say suggestively while kicking your heels off.

Your eyes catch Peter's but he's looking away.

"Before you do that..." he starts.

"Let's talk about dinner."

"What about it?" you smirk, knowing where this is going.

"You know what I'm about to say," he said, his eyes finally meeting yours.

"Do I though? I mean the food was delicious and the staff were so nice...they even gave us a free dessert." you smile.

"No. The waiter gave you a free dessert because he clearly wanted to fuck you." Peter says.

"Fuck me? That's a little too far Peter. It was a 20-something college student who insisted on giving us free food. If he flirted a little, who am I to stop him." you said, the corners of your lips rising.

Peter rolls his eyes.

“His eyes were practically glued to your chest the entire time!” Peter says dryly.

You laugh at his comment.

“Point is, I think you liked it a little too much,” he says, not breaking eye contact.

“I disagree,” you said accepting the challenge.

He cocks his eye brow and darts his tongue across his lips.

“You really wanna play that game tonight? on our anniversary?” he asked softly.

“…what if I did?” you say, cocking your head to the side.

“Then tonight’s gonna be a fun night for me, I guess.” he said tossing his suit coat off. He quickly sweeps his arms under you, forcing you into a bridal carry. Once he reached your shared bedroom, he tosses you on mattress.

You let out a small huff as your body hits the squishy surface. He pushed your legs open, allowing just enough space for his body. He leaned down slowly to kiss you. The kiss was very deliberate. Peter slightly bit your lip, a move that drove you crazy. After pulling away from the kiss, his lips remained glued to your body as he kissed down your neck.

“Mhm, just like that Pete~” you moaned, running your hands through his hair. This motion all in the hopes he would move his efforts else where, preferably the growing discomfort in your underwear.

He smiled at the comment.

“You’re old tricks aren’t gonna work tonight,” he said briefly pulling his lips from your neck.

“What tricks?” you gasp out.

“Oh Peter, so good!’ and pulling my hair when you want me to go down on you.” he retorted. His face was now hovering above you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about…” you smile. Your nails scratch his scalp and Peter practically melts in your arms.

“Hey, I told you to stop that!” he squeaks out before grabbing your arms and pinning them to the bed. You were a little off put by the speed of the action but you were dating a superhero after all.

“Am I gonna have to fill that pretty mouth of yours up for you to understand I’m not playing around tonight?” he said, now leaning into your ear. His warm breath tickled your ear and a shade of pink dusted your cheeks. You stared at him, doe eyed.

“Lemme hear you speak, princess,” he said, his lips right below your ear. Peter knew you loved it when he called you princess. He did it sparingly because the few times he had the two of you were up all night dealing with the repercussions.

“Yes,” you said shyly.

“Yeah, I should punish that little mouth of yours?” he said, cocking his head.

“Mhm,” you mumble out

“I knew you wanted it.” he huffed, pushing himself off of you. He stood at the end of the bed, waiting for you to join him. He looked down at his belt and back up at you—a clear signal of what he wanted you to do next. You quickly undid his belt and slid his pants down. You smile, eyeing the growing boner in Peter’s briefs. You tease him by palming the clothed erection before finally pulling them down completely.

You look up at him for approval before taking him partially into your mouth. You used your hands on the parts your mouth couldn’t reach. Peter never bragged about his size, but the man knew he was big. He loved seeing you struggle to take all of him.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, thrusting into your mouth slightly.

“Y-you gonna let me throat fuck you, baby?” he asks.

You moan a light ‘yes’ in reply. He takes this as a sign of approval. You take him into your hands, licking your lips. You part your lips around the tip before taking him entirely into your mouth. His hands grasp the back of your head as his hips begin pumping forward. His speed increases little by little but he tries not to push your limits.

“Look at you taking it like I knew you could,” he moans lustfully looking at you. Tears begin to fall from your eyes as he pushes as far as your throat will allow. You gag slightly.

“Shh shh, I know princess—just a little longer” he said holding his position for a few seconds longer before allowing you up for air.

Your makeup was now streaked and your eyes have glossed over with lust.

“Be a good girl for me and take it one more time, yeah?” he ask, tilting your chin toward him. He runs his thumb across your lips getting rid of your smudged lip gloss and excess salvia. You nod.

You take him into your mouth again, slowly bobbing. Peter throws his head back in pleasure. You moan seeing him enjoy himself so much.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, looking down at you.

“C’mer baby, c’mere” he sighed pulling you to your feet.

He pulled you to his lips as he forces you on the bed again. His hands roam your body as his lips move down your neck.

“Been wanting to get you out of this dress all night, love.” You let out a small laugh.

“I mean seriously! If the waiter wasn’t staring at your chest all night, I sure was,” he gushes as he gazes down at you.

“Peter, you perv!” you say, playfully placing your hand over his eyes.

“Fine i’ll be a perv, as long as I get to do this.” he says dipping his head down, placing light kisses on your exposed cleavage.

“…and don’t get me started on these curves,” he said, his hands clasping your waist.

“I’m gonna touch you now, baby, okay?” he says, tryin to read your face.

“Okay,” you nod, eagerly. He pushes the silk fabric of your dress up your legs. His hands fiddle with the lace of your panties before he ultimately pries the white laced fabric from your wet core.

“Didn’t realize how excited you were,” he growls as he runs the pads of his fingers down your wet slit. You take in a sharp breath. It’s crazy what his touch was already doing for you.

“I like that you’re extra sensitive tonight,” he laughs. He pushes himself down and places a light kiss on your stomach. Peter then pushes himself completely off of the mattress, making his way toward your closet. He returns almost as quickly as he left, holding what looked like a shoe box.

The blush on your face darkens as you realize what Peter grabbed. It was your “special box” which contained your favorite dildos, vibrators, and other sex toys you had accumulated over time. Your collection wasn’t the largest but you were quite happy with the toys you owned. When the two of you moved in, you were hesitant to show Peter your toys as other boyfriends have judged you in the past. Peter, however, was the most sex positive partner you had ever had. On top of that, the man was horny—like unhealthily horny at times. He practically came at the thought of using them on you as soon as you introduced them to him. Needless to say, he loved occasionally using toys on you. Especially when he felt you needed “punishment”

“Couldn’t resist using a friend when you’re this sensitive,” he said giving you a toothy smile.

He pulls out your tried and true vibrator and quickly clicks it on. He placed the pink silicon toy to your clit. His eyes stayed on your face. You gasp and the new sensation, bucking your hips toward him.

“You like that baby?” he smirks watching you tremble beneath him. Your so distracted by the new sensation that you can barely form whole sentences. Peter is loving every moment of it.

He clicks the vibrator off and places it next to you before pushing himself in between your legs again. He takes your legs and rests them on his shoulders. Your stomach fills with butterflies as you know what Peter is about to do. His mouth soon meets your wet core, focusing especially on the tiny bundle of nerves at the top. His hands are digging into your thighs as Peter works wonders. You soon find the coil in your stomach building up.

Your legs begin to clench around him as you get closer and closer to your peak.

“You gonna cum, Princess?” he says against you. You let out a soft “mhm” in reply as your hands grip the sheets of your shared bed.

“Good,” he said, granting you one last lick before he pulled away completely. A breeze graced your naked bottom half as your boyfriend licked his lips. You groan at the loss of contact.

“Can’t let you finish that easily,” he laughs in response.

“…that would take the fun out of it,” he finishes.

“Please~” you almost whine out. You know what he wants you to say but you like the game he’s playing.

“Please what?” he mocks.

“Baby~” you say softly, again trying to provoke the man.

“You can whine all you want but i’m not starting again until you say it.” he says, his voice more stern this time.

“Please Daddy,” you say, finally giving into his commands.

He smiles and lets out a nod of relief.

“Thank you, now i can get back to my favorite past time.” he huffs

His mouth, again, meets your core while preforming the same actions from earlier. This earns a loud moan from you.

“Mhm, that’s it—let me hear you,” Peter moans against you.

Your too immersed in the things your boyfriend’s mouth is doing that you fail to notice him grab the vibrator resting next to you. He again presses the power button, allowing the machine to come on in its lowest intensity level.

His mouth pulls away from your core to be replaced by his thumb going in small, quick circles. He lines the vibrator up with your slick entrance and slowly slides it in.

You gasp at the feeling, throwing your head back.

“Is this good baby?” he says looking up at you. He is now slowly pushing the toy in and out of you, gauging your reaction to each and every motion.

You nod vigorously, unable to form words. A prideful smirk finds its way to Peter’s face but it is quickly wiped as he places his mouth back on to your clit.

The feeling of the vibrator pushing in and out of you combined with the feeling of Peter’s skilled tongue is enough to send you over the edge, earning your first orgasm of the night.

Your breath hitches as you feel yourself come undone. Your incoherent moans and mentions of Peter’s name are also enough to send him over the edge.

He picks up his pace, his tongue and the toy both moving at ungodly speeds.

“Peter~” you moan out, hands reaching for his hair. The man is unforgiving. The sex with Peter has always been amazing but tonight was a first. You had never seen him so riled up before.

Your fingers eventually meet his brown curls, tugging lightly on them, a move you know drives him crazy. He moans into your core, sending you over the edge.

Before you have time to process anything, your body convulses with pleasure. Another strong orgasm washes over you. Your legs clasp around the man in between your legs, your hands scrambling to pull him away as you’re overstimulated.

Peter moans into you one last time before pulling away. Your chest quickly rises and falls as you begin to catch your breath.

“W-wow” you laugh, your head falling on the pillows behind you.

“Babe,” Peter says excitedly standing up and showing his face. To your surprise, Peter’s face is drenched in liquid meaning you just…yeah.

“Oh my god—Babe, i’m sorry!” you say quickly grabbing tissues from the nightstand to help him clean himself.

“Are you kidding me?! That was amazing!” he exclaims.

“Really?” you say, your face still burning with embarrassment.

“I’ve never made a woman squirt until now and I can 100% confirm that it is hands down one of the sexist things a man can witness,” he says smiling. He accepts the tissues you offered up, cleaning his face off. You laugh at his statements.

“I actually kinda…finished myself…” he mumbles. You cock your head in confusion. You eyes make their way down to Peter’s member, seeing his stomach covered in his own fluid.

“Did you seriously cum from eating me out?” you laugh.

“I am not ashamed of enjoying the fact that you’re enjoying yourself…” he says, a shade of pink gracing his cheeks. You let out a laugh.

“Happy Anniversary, baby.” he says leaning down to kiss you.

“Happy Anniversary, Spider boy” you say as he pulls away. He smiles, placing a small kiss on your forehead before grabbing more tissue and beginning to clean you up.

The clean up wouldn’t matter because Peter would shortly end up on top of you again. From that night on, you secretly wished more waiters would flirt with you. Peter wished you’d only put that green dress on for his eyes and his eyes only.

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“You’re late.” You said as soon as you opened your door and saw Yelena. She frowned at you as you hurried her inside. She was slightly surprised when she followed you through your apartment and found that one of the entire walls had opened up.

It was filled with computers, cooling fans and an assortment of tech. “You know I said that your apartment was smaller on the inside and you said I was crazy.” Yelena grumbled as she gestured to the wall.

“You are. This is a room in a different part of town. I just used a portal to open up and go-between.” You muttered. She nodded and gestured as if that made sense though her face said the opposite. 

“Hey! We could really use some help.” Someone said over a speaker. 

“Yeah. I’m working on it.” You snapped back.

“You need to take that thing and go help them. I can get you an earpiece.” you said quickly without looking at Yelena.

“Why? Also, who are the? I didn’t see what you pointed at. There’s like fifty weapons back here.” Yelena listed off.

“There’s a giant flesh monster down town. We need to contain it so it can be sent back to its lab. You’re the only other person that can help. We sent our best guy down there.” You said rather frantically as you plugged things into your computer and drones started flying out of a hatch in the wall in front of you.

“Well, what happened to your best guy?” Yelena asked.

“He got slurped into the flesh monster.”

“Urgh! Really. Slurped. Is that the word you’re going to use in your official files?” Yelena asked as she pulled a face.

“Are you going to help me or not?” You asked her as you glanced away from the computer and looked at her.

"I’ll be honest. I did not plan on dealing with an angry man-eating flesh monster today. If I knew that would be happening I would have dressed better." Yelena answered as she flailed around.

“There’s a suit under the floorboards where you left it. I put an earpiece in and fixed the gun.” You muttered as you turned back to your computer and leaned forward in your chair.

“Oh… Urm. You knew…” Yelena said.

“I’m top of my field. I'm going to notice that you scuffed up my floor.” You pointed out. Yelena nodded and left to go to your room. You heard her pulling the floorboard up and changing. She came out ready a few minutes later.

“So if I don’t get slurped are we? urm going to talk…” Yelena started awkwardly.

“You all have the same walk.” You answered and cut her off. When she made a confused noise you pointed at her. “Black Widows. You all have the same walk. I think it’s because you were all trained the same. Also, you run down walls the same way. It’s pretty efficient.” As you spoke you went to get a weapon off the shelf behind you and fill it with glowing darts. You found the correct holster for it and gave it to Yelena.

“Oh. So you just always… Does that mean you can tell when people are Black Widows?” She asked.

“Yes. I also figured out who Spider-man is but you can’t tell them that I know because it’ll freak them out.” You said quickly. Yelena nodded slowly and fixed the holster over her white suit. “They’ll be there by the way. It started to try to break through to another universe a few minutes ago.”

“Ok then. I urm… I’ll see you later then?” She asked. She wondered if she should be a little worried about how well you handled the whole Black Widow thing. She hadn’t even had the courage to break it to you. It was a bit of a relief that you knew all along.

“Yes. It’s Thai Tuesday. We always have Thai on Tuesday.” You reminded her. Yelena smiled and opened your window. She could now see the commotion a few blocks down.

“I’ll be back soon.” She called out as she climbed out of the window and vanished from sight. She showed up on your cameras a few minutes later. 

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[stray-kaz]

On Blind Faith : a Matt Murdock x reader FF : SIX

It was so late by the time Matt arrived home, Luca was already fast asleep, and you were free to fall into strong arms as soon as the door closed behind him. He dropped the takeout bag of Thai food as soon as he heard you move and was ready when you impacted with his chest, your hands coming up to rest tentatively on his shoulders. Smiling, Matt took them gently in his own and tugged them into his hair, where he knew you really wanted them to be.

“There you go” he murmured, touching his lips to your temple. “Your pulse just jumped.”

You sighed and buried your head in the crook between neck and shoulder, standing on your tiptoes. Now that the ice had been broken that morning, you could give in to the desire to burrow as close to him as you could get, and he chuckled as he heard and felt you inhaling the scent of his skin.

“Are you in need of food?”

You nodded and let go, stepping back so he could bend to pick up the Thai and carry it through into the kitchen, dimly lit by one overhead bulb.

“Is Luca asleep?”

“Yes.”

He hummed quietly as he dished for the two of you, his movements smooth and precise. You eyed his hands, marveling slightly. Matt cocked his head to one side and smiled in puzzlement.

“What?” he asked.

“I think you’re tidier than I am, and I can see.”

He laughed and handed you a bowl filled with chicken pad Thai.

“Foggy said this is your favourite” he said. “Did I get it right?”

“Oh, yes. Thank you.”

“You are most welcome.”

You perched atop one of the kitchen stools and started in on your meal, humming contentedly as you ate.

“Did Foggy give you a hard time today?” you asked after a while.

Matt winced slightly, so you knew that he had.

“A bit, yeah” he admitted reluctantly. “Mostly told me that you’re family to him and if I break your heart, he’s going to kick my ass, yada yada yada.”

You couldn’t help grinning.

“Yeah, sounds like Foggy” you mused. “He used to tell people he was my big brother so they’d leave me alone if I was being bullied. I never corrected him. That’s what he is, or the closest to it I’ll ever have.”

“But Karen, she is another story.”

You raised your eyebrows, waiting.

“What did Karen say?” you asked curiously.

Matt turned up the devilish in his smile and you felt your insides melt away to goo.

“She told me to show you a good time.”

“Oh” you said, your voice small. “And?”

“I plan on doing that, but only when you give me the green light.”

You nodded slowly, tapping the fork tines against your teeth.

“Do you still want me to describe my tattoos?”

Matt’s dark eyebrows shot up and his gaze honed in on where he heard your voice coming from.

“Yes, please” he answered, a little breathily.

You slid from the stool and placed both empty bowls and cutlery in the sink, running water over them, before taking Matt’s hand and leading him into the bathroom, where you brushed your teeth side by side and then retreated to the bedroom. Matt stood listening with bated breath at the sound of your dress slipping off your arms and pooling in a soft rustle of fabric around your feet.

Then you were reaching out to touch him, your hands silently asking for permission. Matt nodded and you gently loosened his tie, pulling it free from underneath his shirt collar before nudging each shirt button out. Your hands shook a little as you pushed the shirt backwards off his shoulders and slid it off his arms, dropping it to the floor. The tremble increased as your fingers lowered to his belt, skidding over the buckle a few times before you could undo it properly, his hands skimming over yours to steady them.

And at last, his work slacks fell to join the rest of the clothes, leaving you to soak him in from head to toe, his underwear the only piece still in the way. That could wait.

You sat on the end of the bed, guiding Matt to follow you, until you were both lying down, propped up on elbows. You took his free hand and placed it at the base of your collarbone, where the first rune tattoo began. You kept up a murmured commentary as you guided his hand down, following the shape until it met with a new one at the top of your left breast. His breath hitched as his fingers gently followed the cotton coated swell to the top of your rib cage.

“Then, back up here” you said softly, and took his hand back to your shoulder.

The tattoos writhed and twisted down both your arms, the tops and sides of your breasts and stopped at the top of your stomach, and Matt’s fingers traced and delineated every one. And then he moved to hover over you, following after his fingers with his lips. You hissed in a breath as his tongue and teeth emerged, nipping and soothing as he went, his memory impeccable as he remembered every single marking.

Then his mouth bumped over a different texture on your skin and he raised his head to you and curiously swept his fingertips over it.

“What’s this?” he asked, moving around on the bed to settle between your legs, his chin resting on the waistband of your underwear.

You lifted your head off the pillow to see the silvery white line that ran across several inches of your stomach just above your pubic bone.

“Caesarean scar” you said quietly. “It’s pretty faded now, but it’s never gone away completely.”

“So Luca was cut out of you.”

“Mmhmm.”

Matt pulled himself up on his knees and crooked his fingers at you. You slowly rose to meet him, your legs trembling a little. He gestured to himself and your gaze traced over the litany of scars painted on his skin.

“We match” he murmured. “We both have victory scars.”

You hesitated with your hand outstretched, centimetres from his chest. He reached up and took your hand, moving it forward until your fingers made contact, holding your palm flat against his heart. You felt it thrumming, hard and fast.

You found each and every visible scar with the tips of your fingers, every dip and divot where he had been stabbed, shot or slashed, unbeknownst to you.

“How did you get these?” you asked him softly.

He shrugged.

“I can handle myself, but sometimes people want to mess with the blind guy. You should see how they ended up.”

You put your hands on his shoulders and shuffled forwards onto his lap; he lifted you up and stretched his legs out in front of him, settling you down again. You crossed your ankles behind his back and your stomach brushed his. His fingers sank into the curves of your waist, soothing up and down. His thumbs touched the edges of tattoos, and he could feel the subtle change in the way your skin felt, inked and then without.

“How long has it been since someone told you you’re beautiful?”

You shuddered involuntarily and buried your face in the side of his neck.

“Too long” you mumbled, pushing your hands up into his hair.

“A crime” Matt murmured back, nudging at you until you lifted your head enough to touch his lips with your own. “You are beautiful, sweetheart.”

He slowly pushed you back down onto the mattress, silk billowing up around you. You curled into a question mark and he wrapped his body around yours, an unspoken answer.

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[bf-skz]

24 to 25 days of SKZMAS | December 11th - Changbin

pairing: Seo Changbin x Reader

genre: second chance

synopsis: By an odd chance Changbin runs into his ex in a shopping mall while doing Christmas shopping. Unfortunately, he is accompanied by his current toxic girlfriend. However, no one can deny the clear sparks between them.

warnings: -

words: 817

11th day of SKZMAS

December 11th

Changbin hates to do this. He really, really does but he cannot shake the weird feeling in his stomach. He is almost sure he is wrong, though… time to find out.

“Babe?” he asks where he is packing out the takeaway boxes from their bag. He is not a fan of pad thai, but she always convinces him to get dinner from the weirdest (and most expensive) places.

“Yeah, baby?” she asks back, lighting a candle on the table. 

“I have been doing a little calculating…” he says slowly, taking a glance at her. She isn't looking at him, and he takes it as a good sign. “And I've realized we have a little less left for the holidays than I originally thought.”

“Oh, how come?” she turns around, tilting her head. 

“I don't know… I was completely sure we had some on my spare card, the prepaid one?” he says, and she looks clueless as ever. “I think I should cancel that card. Someone must have stolen the details and now they’re using it.”

“Now, don’t make rushed decisions like that, boo.” she chuckles nervously, stepping to him and placing her hands around his arm. “I’m sure that no one stole the card. You must have used it and forgot it in the haze of the holidays.” she waves him off. “Besides, you would be able to ask for money from your parents, wouldn’t you?”

“Well, I would, but I don't need it.” he says with a frown. “We are not completely broke, we will just have to watch how much we spend now. Good thing we have ordered the food for the holidays in advance.” he smiles at her as he carries the food to the table. His girlfriend still has a sour expression on her face, so he goes on.

“Hey, don't worry, okay? We don't need money to be happy together, do we?”

“Well, I guess not.” she huffs. “But how will I have an outfit for Christmas and the New Years this way? I need at least 3 for the holidays and if we visit your parents then 4.” she explains with an exasperated sigh. “I need accessories for it, too.” 

“Thought we already got all of it last week.” Changbin says, caressing her arm. “When we spent a smaller fortune in that designer shop… remember that blue dress? It looked amazing on you.” 

“Yes, that was one dress.” she counters. “I was planning to surprise you with some more.” she pouts, poking his cheek. 

“You don't need to.” Changbin says, pulling her in to kiss her cheek. “I like it most when you don't wear anything anyway.” he whispers to her with a chuckle. “How about I get the card blocked and then we take this to the bedroom?”

“No!” she breaks down, pushing him away. “That is my card!” she screams at him hysterically.

“It's- what?” Changbin asks and his eyes grow in shock. What did just happen…?

“I was using that card.” she sighs dramatically. “I figured since it’s prepaid, you wouldn’t mind and it was my spending card… clearly you wanted me to have it, otherwise why would you keep it?”

“Jesus, and you didn't think of telling me? I've been trying to figure out who is taking all the money for a week now!” Changbin exclaims. “Why didn't you tell me? And what did you buy anyway? I thought we got everything together this month? From my actual credit card?”

“I needed some shoes and gifts so that they will look better under the tree.” she exclaims. “It was a necessity and an emergency!” 

“You should’ve asked me!” Changbin tells her and then, it hits him. “You- I think you should give my card back.”

“What? Why?” she gasps, clutching her purse defensively. “I have to pay for your gift tomorrow…” she lies and Changbin knows she didn't have anything planned for him. She always said she isn't good with gifts.

“Okay, then I will go with you and pay for it.” Changbin says, not backing down. He is losing his patience now and that’s really not like him.

“But, baby…” she smiles, touching his arm to distract him with her looks.

“No.” Changbin says, taking a step back. “I need to go.” he turns on his heels and grabs his coat from the hanger.

“Where are you going, honey?” she rushes after him, batting her lashes. “Come back! I will put on my cutest lingerie for you.” 

“Don't wait up for me.” he says, and closes the door right before she could follow him.

In a few minutes, he is sitting in his car, driving on the streets of the city without an destination in mind. He has always found comfort in driving around, it clears his head better than any walk he could take.

He doesn't want to think about all the red flags; all the times his friends told him to beware of gold diggers, all the returned birthday presents that just “weren't the right color”, all the vacations overseas… he should've known better. Not because he has dealt with countless people who wanted to use him for money, but because of the ones who didn't.

He thinks about you. You, who were happy to receive a hand-drawn card for you birthday from him. You, who cooked for him when the fridge in the dorms was empty. You, sweet, selfless you whom his mother always adored.

Before he knows it, he is parked in a small, dark parking lot, and he doesn't take a second to realize where he is. He knows the place so well he could find his way here without trying.

It was your place, the two of you. You showed him this hidden little underground bar in the outskirts of the city, looking cold and untrustworthy on the outside but once you enter, it is warm and cozy. The exact opposite of his current relationship, he thinks bitterly as he walks in.

There is some quiet music in the background of friendly chatter and hearty laughs from the few desks in there, and it comforts Changbin instantly. He walks up to the counter to order some juice – he still needs to drive home – and he is ready to find a seat when-

There you are. Sitting at your usual table, holding something that looks like a mug of sweet mulled wine, watching him.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You call out with a sweet, comforting smile that makes his heart flutter. You pat the seat next to you and he walks over with the brightest smile that you adore so much.

to be continued...

[writingsofwesteros]

Robyn is surprised that Stannis doesn’t immediately ask her for sex. They enjoy some great Thai food and have a real conversation. He wants to know why she’s doing this. He knows her family is well-off. Robyn is honest, and Stannis is only more intrigued now.

Stannis pays for their meal and Robyn is sure that this is the part where he fucks her. He made her wear her good lingerie, for fuck’s sake! No. He’s just helping her out her coat on and offering to go for a walk in the park. Great. She assumes he’s changed his mind now that he knows she’s Ned Stark’s kid.

They walk for a while. All is very… “date-like”. And then, as they go back to their cars to go home Stannis stops her.

“Oh, Wolf?”

“Mm?”

“Are you wearing the lingerie like I asked?”

She gulps “Yeah, I am.”

“Good,” he fishes out a switchblade. “Lift your skirt for me.”

She’s nervous, but she does so. Casting nervous glances around the empty street. Stannis walks to her, and cuts off her panties. She gasps “Hey! That was a present from——“

“An ex, yeah, I assumed so. Lift your top. The bra had to go too. Posing in panties another man gave you, begging for money and daddy’s cock… Shameless,” he pulls off her shredded bra. Smiling at her bare breasts, the chill hardening her nipples.

“It’s my only set, how else was I supposed to draw anybody in?” Robyn snaps as she fixes her clothes. She’s starting to feel wetness on her inner thighs. Did the knife turn her on, or his insults?

“He never got you anything else, good. Come just like this next time we meet. No bra, no panties. Wear a dress. Not a little skirt, like this one. The breeze is flashing your ass by the way”, he spanked her once for good measure “and just so we are clear, no more of this fucking back talk. You aren’t Ned Stark’s brat anymore, you’re mine. Be good, and maybe I’ll buy you something to replace this lacey crap Joffrey got you.”

“F-fine… God, Stannis. You’re really—“ Robyn yelps as he spins her around and pins her front to her car. He spanks her twice, hard. Her skirt caught over her reddening bottom. She can see headlights in the distance.

“Stag. You call me Stag when I’m buying you things. Daddy when I’m fucking you,” his fingers slide against her folds “Not Stannis, got it Wolf?”

“T-T-There’s a car coming… ah!” a finger slips inside her. She’s so wet.

“What’s my name?”

“Stag. You’re Stag. I’m Wolf,” she swallows hard.

He chuckles “So you’re not ready for a fuck? That’s okay. Stag can be nice if you are.”

Robyn blinks, realizing she just picked the ‘Let’s end it like a first date’ option. Stannis fixes her skirt and backs away with a smile. The car goes by.

“I’ll text you for the next meet up. Remember my names. Remember your expectations. Go home and go to bed, you have class tomorrow.”

Robyn slips into her car, and wonders what exactly she’s just agreed to. The leather feels cold on her sore bottom. It’s like a reward.

ALL OF THIS !

You so know Joffrey is her ex !

So damn hot ! She's regretting not calling him daddy that's for sure

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hello lovely! I was wondering if I could maybe get a Kingsman, Batman, and x-files romantic matchup? I’m 20 and use she/her pronouns. I’m bi so any gender is fine. For personality I’m creative, introverted, and individualistic. Though I’m introverted, around my friends/when I’m comfortable I can be quite talkative and humorous. However, I definitely treasure my alone time the most. Im a very big homebody and can be very hermit introvert sometimes. As for bad traits, I am sometimes the worst pessimist when it comes to myself. I’ll be fine motivating others but then when it comes to me I live by the “be ready for the worst and you wont be disappointed” As for hobbies escaping to new worlds while reading books/comics, watching movies, and playing rpg video games. My favorite genres are fantasy and sci-fi, though I do love a good classic from time to time. Apart from that, I love working out. My interests on the other hand are art focused. I’m currently in art school working with mostly digital mediums, though I sometimes work with traditional. I love my practice and everything including, game, web and interaction design, video art and visual effects, 3D modeling and character design, and digital illustration. Sometimes I whip out graphite and ink.

A list of random likes: coffee, chai tea, dark chocolate, rock/blues/jazz/80s pop/soundtrack music, statement jewelry and accessories, cafe art shows, arcades, comic book stores, purple, thai/Indian/Chinese food, roller blading to classic rock, quality alone time.

A random list of dislikes: people i am unfamiliar (I have trust issues oops) with and have to make small talk with, the biting cold, rain, non fiction, staying too close to reality and not being allowed to daydream/imagine/roam freely in my thoughts, physical touch, overly crowded areas. I think that’s it thank you!

Heyy! Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope you enjoy your matchups!!!

Batman:

Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale);

🦇 You first met Bruce when you were at an Indiana restaurant with a close friend, almost bumping into him as you were both heading to the restroom; you were embarrassed and for Bruce... It was love at first sight (and let's just put it out there that your friend was pretty hyped that you encountered the playboy billionaire)

🦇 You didn't 'run into' Bruce until a couple of weeks later, your friend invited you as their plus one to one of the said Billionaire's parties, you didn't really want to go, but your friend insisted that you'd have a good time ("No hiding, time to have fun!")

🦇 You, dressed up to the nines, hated how crowded the place was, yet it was less intense than Free Comic Book day, but that didn't stop you from staying by your friend's side; wishing you brought a book or something, you couldn't even have a drink of champagne and you doubted the bar served chai tea, which you were craving

🦇 But, against your better instincts, you decided to try and see anyway, going up to the bar and asking for anything non-alcoholic, only to get a shrug from the bartender and a new presence beside you

🦇 Turning, you were instantly greeted by Bruce Wayne himself as he turned to the bartender and asked for water for you, surprising you completely

🦇 With a soft 'thank you' to the man before you as you grabbed your water, Bruce gave you his charming smile, "I'd like to apologize, my staff are usually better at their job." Only for you to rapidly shake your head, "Oh, no it's fine!"

🦇 Bruce only shook his head back before speaking, "Still, I feel terrible. Let me treat you to breakfast tomorrow, here's my card. I'll have Alfred pick you up. Now, you two enjoy the party." And with that, he left

🦇 You, shocked and with your jaw slightly dropped, you turned to your friend with Bruce's card in your hands, your friend was basically jumping for joy as they exclaimed, "I think you just got a date with the Bruce Wayne!"

🦇 The next morning, at nine sharp, a nice polished car pulled up along your apartment, and off you went to your date with Bruce; which surprisingly enough... Was at a cafe

🦇 Bruce, standing when noticing you, was a complete gentleman, pulling out your chair, and offering a smile; the breakfast though a bit nerve-racking, was actually a lot of fun, and the both of you wanted to go out together again... You even got your chai tea

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Kingsman:

Roxanne "Roxy" Morton;

🐩 You met Roxy when being recruited for Kingsman, alongside her and Eggsy; though it took some time, you and she bonded quite well

🐩 You started off as friends at first, motivating each other up during training and reading together during free time; drinking tea in the peace and quiet

🐩 You were also usually teamed up together for missions, which worked out perfectly each and every time, Eggsy was always jealous of how smoothly your missions went

🐩 When you weren't working, besides reading and drinking tea, you and Roxy would watch movies together such as fantasy movies and even some sci-fi; on occasion the both of you would watch a classic movie, dating back to the 40s or 50s

🐩 Having the best tech in the UK, you often used your work tablet for your art, digitally drawing and sketching things you enjoyed like coffee, your favorite fictional characters, and even Roxy, (but you won't ever tell her that)

🐩 In your free time, you had also found out that Roxy didn't know how to roller skate, so you decided to teach her; using the Kingsman Mansion ballroom as a practice rink, you helped Roxy skate, fall the right way, and even a few tricks; by the end of the week, she's a natural and the two of you skate to your favorite pop and 80s music

🐩 You also love your alone time, and Roxy respects that, she also loves her alone time; so you always make sure to make time for your own personal alone time

🐩 Roxy would also plan the cutest dates for the two of you, and every time she "picked you up" from your dorm bedroom in the Mansion, she always had a small bouquet of purple Verbenas ready for you

🐩 Roxy would also go to comic book stores with you, even though she didn't really care for comics that much, she knew they made you happy and that's all she could ever ask for; though if you go to a regular book store, be sure to be prepared for all the books she is going to purchase

🐩 On anniversaries, the two of you go to a Chinese restaurant, but most of the time you just get Chinese takeout and enjoy each other's company while watching movies together, falling deep into the fantasy or sci-fi world that played on the screen before you

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X-Files:

Fox Mulder;

👽 You met Mulder when you were hired as a secretary for the extraterrestrial believer, and he quickly asked if you believed, you were too shocked by the abrupt question to answer properly

👽 Though you and Mulder had that awkward and rocky interaction, Mulder was quite nice when asking you to do anything for him, always saying please and thank you, while even sometimes letting you go home early some days

👽 As time went on, you noticed how awkward (and adorable) Mulder was acting, sometimes fumbling over his words or even walking into a closed door once after talking to you

👽 You grew closer to the man, to the point you knew exactly how he liked his coffee and you even got to the point where you could call him Fox, but only when no one was around

👽 Fox even surprised you one time, after having a rough day at work, he showed up at your desk with some chai tea, which made your heart warm and stomach flutter happily; it even started to become a habit for him to get you coffee or tea in the afternoon

👽 At this point, Fox knew you enjoyed fantasy and sci-fi movies, and he'd occasionally invite you to his place for an alien movie night; which also turned into a weekly event the two of you would do together, even Scully would join sometimes

👽 When you had nothing to do, no errands to run, or papers to file, you'd sketch in your notebook, sometimes unintentionally (intentionally), sketching Fox... And some aliens; that had become a habit for you at this point

👽 One time, when Scully had been out sick, Skinner had asked you to be a temporary agent/partner with Fox on a small X-File, nothing too big, he thought it was a hoax... But Fox knew there was something... Fishy going on ("Something fishy is going on." He's say)

👽 Turns out there was something fishy going on, someone or... Something had been mutating the local fish in Springfield Oregon; making the fish have three eyes, now you had never seen anything like that before, and it was an X-File mission success to put it simply in the end

👽 And, after a long work day, you and Fox would spend the time together watching movies or even just discussing the great unknown of space and aliens in general; you always loved those times, seeing how excited and interested Fox was about the subject, and Fox felt the same as you would sketch aliens beside him as he spoke

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(Thank you again so much for requesting this matchup! It was fun to create <3 :) I hope you enjoy it!!!!)

[clatterbane]

With the topic of immigrant food and "authenticity" coming up, I had to get a tad amused at the relatively low spoons and incidentally fairly international spread we ended up with for tonight's supper.

I got an urge for my own take on a family version of the good old Southern US macaroni and tomatoes. Take a can of tomatoes, stew them up for maybe 15-20 minutes in a small pot with plenty of chopped onion and optional garlic (preferably first sauteed some in the fat of your choice), throwing in whatever seasonings you want. Tonight I went super basic with just the onion in some sunflower oil, and plenty of salt and mixed pepper. Meanwhile, cook about half a pound of macaroni (or other short pasta). When that's done, just mix it all together and let it sit a few minutes.

I also pulled out some grated Gouda, since he always likes to cheese his up.

Anyway, to go with that? Rummaging around, I found some of these frozen grilled chicken legs seasoned with a very Swedish take on a barbecue dry rub. Perfect! Let's thaw that shit out in the microwave, then finish them off in the oven for a few minutes while the macaroni cooks.

To go with the chicken? Some commercial ajvar! It's extremely popular, with the amount of assorted Balkan immigrant food here in Sweden. Goes great with pretty much any grilled meat! Amusingly, even though Mr. C is really not a fan of either roasted peppers or eggplant? He loves the stuff, and introduced me to it after hunting some down in London.

Now, for more vegetable matter. It looks like he already ate half of the leftover takeout pizzasallad from last night that I was thinking of having. (Itself possibly influenced by a Balkan cabbage salad. Since pretty much all of the pizza places here are still run by a variety of non-Italian immigrants.)

What else have we got on hand? OK, I can throw together some quick cucumber and onion salad, dressed with this leftover garlic yogurt kebab sauce! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

From the same pizza place, which as per local standard also serves a bunch of kebab and shawarma options. Alongside Balkan grilled delights sometimes, but not from that particular place. This one did have an Indonesian menu section, which was the first instance I had noticed. Occasionally you do see Thai food from a pizza/kebab place.

At any rate, it did all work together remarkably well in the end. Nobody went away hungry.

And I'm sure that either one of my grandmothers would have gladly eaten the hell out of that meal. My Nana probably would have also been plotting how to produce her own version of the ajvar, once her peppers and eggplants started coming in. Because that's how these things do tend to work.

[toxicanonymity]

Hot Topic \ NSFW 18+

2k \ mall kiosk!Corey x alt/goth!Reader

Pre-michael, post-accident. Same Corey as the one where you dominate him in the abandoned Sears (personally I prefer that one lmao) but different reader. Yeah this isn't Shape Corey but I wanted to use my nifty Shaperil banner. Also, I gave up editing this bc it had already been in my drafts for so long so I hope it's readable. 🖤

-

You work at Hot Topic in the declining mall where Corey works at a kiosk. You start dropping by to say hi, then you start hanging out around the mall. He's really shy at first, and skeptical of your attention. But then, the more you share about yourself, and the more he gets to see how little you care what other people think, it's like he imprints on you.

You eat lunch together in the food court, and take your breaks at the same time so you can go on walks together. In some ways, you’re an unlikely pair. Corey just wants to blend in, and his understated, layered apparel is quite the contrast to your edgy, gothic style. But you also have things in common. You both love Thai food and hate when it’s too bright outside. You both like horror. You’re both open minded. You're both social outsiders, although for you, it’s more of a choice. He really admires your ability to not care about judgmental strangers. That’s not something you have in common when you first meet.

-

You're sitting in the food court together one day and a band kid comes up and calls him a psycho. Corey doesn’t react, but it obviously gets to him. He squirms and turns red.

"Ok, loser," you say to the bully.

“Are you a psycho too, or just a freak?” the band kid responds.

“Probably both, by your standards.”

The band kid just stands there like he doesn't know what to say next since you aren’t affected by his words.

You shrug at the guy and ask, “Are you done?”

“Have fun fucking that psycho, you slut.”

“Oh, I will.”

Corey blushes and shrunk into his jacket. You smile saucily at him.

"Thanks," Corey says. He marvels at how you handled it. It sounds like normally he's harassed for a lot longer. You explain that the less you seem to care, the less people bother you.

"I know it's easier said than done," you say. "But, fake it til you make it, and you might be surprised."

This seems to make an impact on Corey, and his confidence increases in the following months. As his confidence grows, the dynamic between you starts to shift. It starts to feel less platonic and more like a flirtationship. He compliments your clothes a lot, tells you how good you look in certain dresses.

-

One day, you get some bad news that Hot Topic is finally closing down. You’re especially disappointed because you’re going to miss seeing Corey at work. You tell him about the store closing, and he seems a lot sadder than you expect. When you hug him after lunch that day, it’s like his strong arms don’t want to let you go. You invite him to come over to your place after work and he perks up.

When Corey comes over, you make dinner together and talk for a long time, chat with your roommate for a few minutes, then decide to watch something. Your bedroom has a projector so you lie on your bed and watch the new Chucky series on Hulu. It’s nice being close to him away from work and being able to relax. His arm feels like it should always be around you. He keeps looking around your room. He’s mesmerized by all your gothic and punk decor.

“You’re so cool,” he gushes.

“You’re cool too, Corey,” you say.

“I feel like I want to BE you,” he laughs. “Maybe I just like you that much,” he adds.

You look up at him and say “I like you that much, too.”

He smiles shyly and says, “Nah, if you knew how much I liked you. . .”

You cut him off with a kiss. It’s the first time your lips meet, but they behave like long-lost lovers. His large hands pull you on top of him then caress your thighs. He marvels at you as you straddle him in your black leggings and the chains on your skirt jingle. He looks utterly captivated. He runs his hands over the lace on your shirt and you take it off. Then he sees your tattoos for the first time.

“You’re just. . . oh my god,” he says as he strokes a tattoo. Then, his eyes glue to your belly button piercing.

His hips lift into you and your mouth falls open at how big and hard he is. You grind into him as you make out. You want so much more, but he has to leave to get home. It’s nearly impossible to pry yourselves apart, but at least you know you’ll see him tomorrow at the mall.

“You think I’m kidding,” he says as he puts on his jacket. “I wanna be you. I’m gonna get your same tattoos and everything,” he smiles. You laugh, then you have a long kiss goodbye.

-

Back in Hot Topic, your manager brings out a few boxes of clothes and jewelry that won’t be put out for sale before the store closes to see if anyone wants them. Luckily for your roommate, there’s a lot of Small and Medium stuff. You’re the only one who expresses interest in the clothes, so you get a whole box. Corey helps carry it to your car on your break. When you close the hatchback, he pins you up against it and you share a steamy kiss. His hands rove your sheer, black dress, sending a rush of blood to your loins. You manage to peel yourselves apart to go back to work, but make plans for him to come over after his shift.

“It’s too bad Claire’s closed,” he says as you walk back into the mall. “Did they do belly button piercings?”

It’s fun when you have running jokes. Back in the store, you grab a studded bracelet for him that matches yours.

-

You get home and your roommate helps you unload the boxes from work. There are some duplicate clothes, so you take those to your room to sell or give away later. You organize them in stacks on your bed to see what you have and don’t have and what the different sizes are. Not much of it is new to you. You get to preview the clothes and jewelry early, so you already have most of the items you would want, including the dress you’re wearing.

Corey comes over, and you give him the bracelet and he loves it. He laughs but also seems to like it non-ironically once he immediately puts it on. It barely fits his thick wrist and makes his veins look extra sexy.

“I love being you,” he says as he pulls you in for a kiss. “Do you feel this sexy all the time?”

“Pretty much,” you shrug.

When you go to your bedroom, you drape the extra clothes on the back of a chair to get them off your bed and out of the way.

“Wait. Is that the dress you’re wearing?”

It is, and it’s in your roommate’s size.

He raises his eyebrows. “Cool,” he says. You turn on the show, but it isn’t long before you start making out. His eyes drift to the dress.

“You wanna try it on?” you ask, mostly teasing. But the way his cock swells when you ask that . . .

His eyes go dark and he gets on top of you. He kisses you ferociously, with his massive hands all over your dress, tracing every line of it between groping you.

Now you can’t get the image out of him in that dress out of your head. Muscles bulging.

You take off his shirt and you’re blown away by what’s hiding underneath. You knew he was strong from all the times you’ve hugged, but to see the way his pecs and shoulders move as he looms over you on the bed, and his thick biceps engulfing you as he brings his mouth to your neck.

You close your eyes and your primal need for him blossoms as he sucks your neck. When you open your eyes, your’re looking over his shoulder, watching his back muscles move sensually. You moan softly.

Now you’re the one whose eyes keep drifting to the dress. He comes face-to-face with you again and follows your gaze, then the swell in his khakis grows even harder against you. He takes off his glasses and puts them on your nightstand then scoots down the bed.

“I bet you’d look hot,” you tell him, looking at the dress.

He begins to slide your dress up.

“SO hot," you add.

"Really?" He asks, bringing a massive hand between your legs.

His knuckles make contact through your leggings and you shudder in pleasure as he feels how moist they are. "That hot, huh?" He teases you.

"I can check tomorrow for your size," you offer, breathing heavily.

He buries his head between your legs, caressing the fabric of your dress on your torso as he gnaws at your pussy through your leggings and his nose digs into your clit. His fingers curl into the waistband and he begins to peel them down. He sits back on his haunches as you lift your knees and help take them off.

Your eyes drift to the clothes again.

“What size is it?” he asks. You sit up and reach for his khakis, then take them off frantically.

“Women’s medium,” you say.

He slides his massive hands under your dress again and spreads it out to see how stretchy he is. He shrugs and does a double take when he looks up at you. You must look absolutely feral.

“Maybe it'll fit as a shirt?" he asks. You know it'll be too small, but you don't stop him. He reaches over and grabs the dress.

Your bottom lip creeps under your top teeth as he begins to put it on. Luckily it's a very stretchy material. First he puts on the arms. His biceps look like they might burst out. The mesh is stretched so tight it looks more his skin color than black. The geometric pattern of straight overlapping lines curves in all the right places over his muscles. Then he pulls it over his head. His curly hair springs out at the top, then his nose, his strong jaw, and thick neck with the hottest, bulging vein.

He starts to unfold it down over his pecs and its stretch. Your whole body feels weak with desire. It glides a little easier over his waist and abs, and then it reaches his briefs. . . God help you. The bulge. The meaty thighs. He sits up on his knees and manages to pull it barely over his briefs.

“Holy shit,” you say. “It looks better on you than me.”

“Not possible,” he says. You nod toward the full-length mirror and watch him walk over to it. My god, the ass on this man.

He rotates and looks at himself then takes a deep breath as his gaze returns to you and he palms himself through the layers.

"Hot as fuck," you say.

"You know what's hotter though?" He prowls toward you on the bed.

"Nothing?" you ask

"Being you. Feeling what you feel,” he says.

You reach under his obscenely short dress and pull down his briefs. His stiff cock springs out and rests outside the dress sending a stab of need through your gut.

"What about being me, inside me?" You grab his cock, yearning to be filled by it.

Almost as soon as you make contact, he shudders and his balls tighten. His cock pulses in your hand, his silky cum splattering all over the bottom of the dress, then gurgling into your fist.

Your face burns for him, but he’s totally at ease. That’s hot.

-

(a/n). Corey coming instantly or even in his pants has been a real hot topic as of late, so, ya know... Lol. Thank you for reading 🖤

@ethanhoewke @wolvesandvampires @rebel-blue

[apinchofm]

Chrysanthemums

Marina has to speak to George - set in between chapters 23 and 24!

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"I'm really excited about the Vanda Falacta coming. I think I may have to store it in the greenhouse...George?" Philip stopped, noticing the faraway look in his eyes.

The two brothers were sat in a crowded bistro, meeting for a rare lunch. Whilst they were close, spending time on a weekday was rare for them.

"Sorry, Philip, just deep in thought." George said, "Invite me round, I want to see how your greenhouse is coming along." He admired his brother's botany, even if he didn't fully understand it.

"I have some plants for Marina. Succulents, I know she gets nervous with high-maintenance plants. How she grew up on a farm..." He shook his head, amused at the spats he and Marina could get into over gardening.

"She can grow tomatoes and herbs, but flowers scare her." George chuckled then his face fell slightly.

Philip smiled sadly, "George, what's wrong? Is Marina okay?"

"Yes. She is. But I'm worried. She hasn't been feeling well for the past few weeks, and whenever I ask her what's wrong, she rushes to the Academy or to the store. She changed doctors on the plan."

"Perhaps she doesn't want to worry you, George. You do a lot, and it's probably a bug or..." Philip trailed off, his eyes widened.

"What?" George pressed, watching his little brother mentally finish his thought - a first for him.

"I think you should buy Marina some Chrysanthemums."

...

George arrived home, flowers in hand

"Soph, hey!" He smiled widely and hugged his friend, "Staying for dinner?"

"No, Ben's already cooking, but thank you. I am just telling you now, you will adore Marina's dress!"

"Jeez, Soph, why not sketch it for him?" Marina chastised.

"Anyway, I will leave you too to talk," Sophie said purposefully, "Bye!"

Marina glared at the door as she left. She could curse Sophie and her future offspring.

"She is right. We should talk." George said. Clearly Sophie knew what was going on with his fiancée.

"About the housekeeper idea? I think it would be okay for like, holidays and stuff. Dust in homes after two weeks can be awful," Marina said quickly, making her way to the kitchen, "I'm hungry, what about you? Shall we order in? Maybe from that Thai place-"

"Marina!" He stopped her, grabbing her shoulders gently, "Tell me, sweetheart. What's wrong?"

"You'll hate me."

"I doubt that."

She shook her head, and her eyes widened as she began to choke up. Marina was not a crier.

"I'm pregnant." George froze and pulled her from his chest to look at her. She sniffled and backed away, "See? You hate me!"

"No, I'm in shock. Are you sure?" They sometimes used protection; she was on the pill.

Marina nodded, "I missed two periods, and there are seven pregnancy tests in my bathroom drawer. I lied about the bloody tampons."

"I figured," He chuckled, knowing she was a germaphobe "Oh, M. What do you want to do?

"You are happy?" Marina said quietly.

"Of course I am!" George told her, pulling her in for another hug and kissing the side of her head, "God, I'm overjoyed and relieved that it wasn't anything too serious. Not that a baby isn't serious, of course. I should start preparing. "

"But we're not married yet," She pouted slightly.

He grinned, "Miss Marina Thompson, are you becoming a traditionalist? What would your mother say?" She playfully pushed him, and he laughed, gently smoothing back her curls, "Darling, I want your babies. Our babies. Married or not. Okay? You are going to be such

"And you'll be the best dad!" Marina smiled, pressing her forehead against his, "But you'll have to marry me first."

[hearts4golbach]

Get the Angles Right!

chapter 7.

pairing:

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

sorry for the slow updates on this, I'm trying to get requests out too!

not proofread

warnings:

none

word count:

1.2k

making it early to Johnnies shoot was a nearly impossible task with the New York traffic, but you made it. Johnnie served as your morning motivation that day since it was a stormy, stay in bed kind of day. your excitement for the shoot contradicted that feeling.

you hung all 4 outfits up and carefully inspected them one last time. everything was perfect, which you were thankful for because embarrassing yourself was the last thing you wanted to do. you silently prayed everything would go to plan. the venue you had booked was small, but the perfect setting for your vision.

you sighed as you sat on the tiny love seat. your leg bounced anxiously as you scrolled aimlessly through your phone. you had a fear of Johnnie absolutely hating the outfits. you don't know what you would do if he didn't.

the front doors slid open and reveal Johnnie, who was carrying two cups. "hey, i brought coffee." he wasn't wearing any makeup, per your request, since you were going to be putting it on him yourself. "well, i decided to get this tea to try, i don't know." he smiled nervously.

you admired the features of his face you hadn't noticed before whenever he was wearing makeup. you quickly snapped yourself out of your trance. "what tea did you get?" you questioned as he handed you your coffee. you noticed he remembered your order exactly. you weren't sure how, though. you didn't question it.

"thai tea with milk in it, i think." he took a sip, his eyes lighting up at the taste. "it's actually really good. try it," he handed it to you.

you took a sip, "they do make a good thai tea, thai tea is one of my favorites. i'm glad you like it."

he nodded, "can i finally see what you made?"

excitement coursed through your veins as you led him over to the clothes rack. you took the first outfit off of the rack and showed it to him. it was a casual black shirt sleeve button up along with the maroon embroidered vest you had made. the pants were similar to dress pants, but hugged his legs more and had similar embroidery with carefully placed rips. "do you like it?l

his jaw fell slack in shock before a smile formed on his face. "you made this?"

"uh, yeah. it's a little ryan ross inspired outfit." you explained your vision. "but, yeah, i made it."

he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in to a side hug as he admired your work.. "this looks so fucking cool, holy shit."

you blushed deeply. "thank you, i'm excited to see it on you!"

the next one you pulled off the rack. with the zebra print jacket you had thrifted, you used it as add ons to a leather jacket. it was also a snug fit jacket. under the jacket, there was a white mesh shirt to tie in the white from the zebra print. on the bottom was a normal pair of black skinny jeans.

Johnnie was just as in shock. he profusely complimented your creativity as he couldn't take his eyes off of the outfit. all of his praise made your heart feel as if it was about to beat out of your chest. you moved on to the next outfit.

the next outfit was less layered than the others. it was an oversized, long sleeve button up. it was a light brown with splotches of dark brown scattered. you paired it with black leather pants and snuck in some homemade jewelry as well. (the home made jewelry, along with some of Johnnies was used for every outfit.)

the last outfit had the most pieces to it. you had a black t shirt with small, black rhinestones scattered miscellaneously around it. the dark red skinny jeans went with it. you stacked two chains on one side of his hip, and a black rhinestone belt hanging from the other.

needless to say, he loved every single outfit you had made for him. he was in awe of what you had created and couldn't wait to try it on.

"let's go do your makeup for the first one, yeah?" you asked, trying to hide how flustered you were. "i'm not going to mess with your hair, since i love how you do it.

johnnies face turned a light shade of pink. "okay,"

"here, sit in this chair." you pulled out the chair that was tucked into the vanity. you brought out the all of the new makeup you had gone out to buy last night. "i got you all new makeup, so you don't have to worry about germs."

h laughed, "i wasn't really worried in the first place."

for your 'ryan ross outfit as you called it, you stuck with some black eyeliner in his waterline. you smudged maroon eyeshadow under his eye and on his eyelid then added some mascara and you were finished.

"that was fast," he mentioned, "do i get to go change now?" he asked, giddy.

you laughed. "yeah, take the first one and let me know if you need help. the dressing room is right over there." you pointed in the direction of the small dressing room in the corner. "i'll be right out here setting up my camera, it won't take long."

he nodded and got straight to changing, you quickly set up the camera. your camera was small and cheap, but it served you well and was good quality. you set it on a tripod. you set up the backdrop, which was a beautiful shade of gold.

you whipped around whenever you heard the dressing room door open. Johnnie walked out and how the outfit looked on him almost made you drool. the vest hugged his waist, giving you the exact silhouette you wanted. the collared shirt looked quite dashing, you could say. the pants looked better than you imagined.

"holy shit," you muttered under your breath.

johnnie raised his eyebrow. "what did you say?"

"nothing, you look fucking great." you blurted. "you look hot."

he giggled as blush spread across his face. "where do you want me?"

"come stand in the middle for me." he did as told, and you started instructing him on how to pose. "you can kinda do whatever you want, maybe throw in the usual hands in front pockets pose, you know?"

he nodded and began. you snapped a bunch of photos, encouraging him further. he was a natural. the pictures came out perfect. you couldn't stop thinking about how good he looked. "oh my god, Johnnie. come look at these." you beckoned him over.

you showed him all of the best photos, and even he was in shock. "what the fuck? those are so good. you're actually the most incredible woman i've ever met."

you choked on your spit at the compliment. you cleared your throat, "there's a robe in the changing room. go change into that and we'll get started on your next makeup look." you smiled softly.

his eyes lingered on your lips before meeting your gaze again. "yes ma'am."

[yesterdayiwrote]

I see what you're saying about the outfits. They're a bit all over the place.

In my opinion the biggest offence is George pairing that white/beige jacket with a blue shirt and a black tie. The jacket itself looks good when he's sitting but when he stands up you can tell it doesn't fit him perfectly. It's too big in the waist and too long at the hips. I don't understand why he keeps wearing double-breasted suits, because they don't look that good on him. They make him look stuffy and don't suit his body type. The imperfect fit combined with the two rows of light brown buttons literally looks like his tailor tried to make him look like a fridge. Also his pocket square only matches Carmen's coat, but nothing in his own outfit so it doesn't make any sense when he's standing alone. I actually like his trousers, though I couldn't find a picture where we could see all the way down to his ankles, the most critical part, because he has really long legs and most of the times his trousers are too short for him. I'm just going to assume they were long enough this time, for my own peace.

Now moving onto Carmen. When I first saw those pictures, my first thought was what was she thinking with that striped shirt... The focus point of the outfit is the coral coloured jacket, and since she already had that, she didn't need to wear a nother statement piece, like the striped shirt, because now it just looks messy. Not to mention that coral colour and black and white stripes will always give me 2014 vibes, but that's just me. I also don't like that the white stripes are a clear white, and not the off-white colour that George's suit or her trousers are. The belt seems unnecessary to me and the brown is clashing with the black stripes once again. I like that her trousers match George's fit, but they're a bit too baggy for my liking. Also, I wish she wore a necklace, because her hair covered the smal gold hoop earrings she had on and she had no bracelets, so I think a bit more jewelry could've looked good. A simple gold one would have added something to the look.

The positives are that even though they're all over the place, at least they're somewhat matching in this chaos. Also, their hair is great, Carmen's especially.

I really don't want to seem rude pointing all of this out, I just like analysing outfits. And giving credit where credit is due, they looked way better thay they did last year. You can tell that they're improving, there is just still some things that I would change.

Oh hello fashion anon! Thank you for this deep dive analysis, I’m not being sarcastic when I say I actually do love chatting fashion (even if I don’t do it that often on main)

I think Men’s fashion (especially smart dress) is relatively easy to pull off and actually it’s easier for men to ‘get away with it’ but I agree, I think double breasted jackets are aging and also make him look wider so don’t flatter him particularly. It looked in one picture like he was wearing beige loafers which just… it goes but it does give a bit of a ‘cruising around the med’ vibe rather than royal box at Wimbledon? I don’t hate the shirt and tie combo with the white suit but I’m not a fan of the tan buttons on the white and it’s a bit too…busy?

Her outfit I’m not really sure where to start… I will preface by saying I’m actually not a fan of her style in general, but this is just far far far too much going on. The blazer is just an awful fit that doesn’t compliment her because she’s petite. The belt is trying to give her some shape back but it doesn’t really go and it just ends up looking boxy. There’s too many colours and again too much going on. As numerous comments on IG have pointed out, it also ages her too.

I think it all just ultimately feels like they’ve over thought it. I don’t think they have to match. In fact I think they absolutely shouldn’t coordinate if they want a smart casual vibe (which totally works for the royal box you just need a tie and jacket if you’re a man as Lewis found out a few years back!).

I actually think what George wore back in 2019 when he went with Claire’s husband would have been perfect. It was a great fit on him. I think ultimately they’re 25 years old and they do both look like they’re fit for a SAGA cruise. Should have just kept it simple? They looked better last year because they weren’t trying as hard.