#Golf Sunglasses F

[solarisstyles]

AT THE COUNTRY CLUB

Pairing: Golfer!Harry Styles x BarCart!F!Reader Word Count: 3.6k+ Warnings: fluff, teasing, public sex, protected sex(wrap it before you tap it!), smut, mentions of drinking and alcohol, 18+ MINORS DNI Summary: Harry likes to golf and you. A/N: none!

Out of all the jobs you’ve had, working as a bar cart girl at a high class country club was probably your favorite. All you did was drive around the course all day and sell old men alcohol. The tips were amazing despite the occasional creep you’d run into. Smoothing out your golf skirt and shirt in the locker room, you made your way out to the cart house to get the golf cart you’d use for the day. Checking over everything to make sure you were well stocked up, you began your rounds on the course.

“Good morning Mr.Anderson!” you called out to one of your weekly regulars. “You’re my first stop today. Can I get you anything?” you asked. 

Looking up from his golf clubs, he beamed at you, “Ah, good morning dear! I’ll take some water for now. Catch me in a few holes and I might be ready for some liquor.”. 

“Coming right up.” you said, stepping out of your seat and going to your cooler to grab a bottle of water. “Would you like it in a cup with ice or just a bottle?”

“A cup with ice please.” he politely said, approaching you and handing you some cash “There’s a tip in there as well.”. He was always looking out for you on the course so you genuinely appreciated his kindness, 

“You know you don’t have to tip me for water.” you playfully scolded him, taking the money and tucking it away in the fanny pack you wore around your waist. 

“I know. But you’re my favorite cart girl so I’m gonna take care of you.”, taking the cup from your hand, he held it up to you and smiled, “See you in a little while kid.”. Shaking your head with a smile of your own you got back in the cart and continued your way around the course. It was early so you didn’t get a lot of hits the first time around. The second time you made your rounds however, it was after lunch time and a lot busier.

Pulling up to some carts, you recognized the club bag as another regular of yours. You noticed he had a guest with him today which was always a nice surprise. “Hey Carter!” you called to him as he was picking out his club, giving him a flirty wave. 

Looking up to see who called him, his eyes found you and smirked, “Hey yourself.” he replied, walking over to you. 

“Can I get you and your friend anything?” you asked. 

“I’ll have my usual.”, “Hey Harry! Do you want anything from the bar cart?” he called to his friend who’d just teed off. 

You couldn’t help but admire him as he walked over to the two of you. You were thankful for your sunglasses or it would be painfully obvious that you were undressing him with your eyes. His tall, lean, but muscular build was exactly your type.

Harry was drinking in the sight of you just the same. Thankful for his own pair of sunglasses, he just hoped his attraction was obvious….elsewhere. “What does the lady suggest?” he asked you, a soft smirk on his face. 

“Our vodka sodas are the most popular drink I sell.” you informed him, standing from your seat to start making Carter’s drink for him while Harry decides on his own. 

Harry nodded thoughtfully at the suggestion, “What flavors do you have?” he asked. 

“Pineapple, Grapefruit, Black Cherry, and Watermelon.”

“Which one is your favorite?” he then asked, catching you off guard. 

You didn’t typically have men so invested in their drink orders. “Pineapple or Watermelon.” you replied, handing Carter his drink. 

“I’ll try the Watermelon then.” he decided. 

Reaching for the drink in your cooler, you popped open the can for him and handed it to him. “Anything else gentlemen?” you asked, looking between the two of them. Carter and Harry looked at each other, having a silent conversation. 

“I think we’re good for now.” Carter said, pulling out his wallet and handing you his card, “Start a tab for me and put Harry’s drink on it.”. Taking his card and swiping it though your mobile card reader, you set up his tab, adding on the two drinks by his request. 

“All set up.” you said, handing his card back to him with a smile. “Enjoy your time out here. Maybe I’ll catch you guys again later.”. 

“I sure hope so.” Harry said, smirking at your now flushed cheeks. 

You couldn’t help but giggle, “It was lovely meeting you Harry. Have Carter bring you around more.” you teased, getting back into your cart. 

“Only if you let me try the Pineapple flavor next time.” he teased you. 

“I’ll make sure to have some just for you.” you teased back, blowing him a kiss as you drove away.

You sadly didn’t get to see Carter and Harry again that day. But as you walked through the bar room of the club house, the house bartender called out to you, “This was left here for you.” he said with a smirk on his face. Taking the wad of twenties from him, you opened it to see a small piece of paper with a phone number on it, and Harry’s name scribbled beneath it. Rolling your eyes, you thanked the bartender and went to clock out for the evening. You thought about the phone number the whole way home, wondering if you should actually text him. You’ve never reciprocated anyone’s advancements towards you at the club house. But damn, was he fine. Collecting yourself you decided to play the long haul and not think with your imaginary dick. If he comes back again, you’ll consider giving it a try. You had to make him work for it somehow.

A week later, you were working inside at the actual bar instead of running the cart like normal. When you saw Carter walk in, you were excited, hoping to see Harry in tow. Your disappointment must have been evident on your face though when you realized he was there on his own. 

“Damn don’t look too excited.” he said, sitting in front of you on a bar stool, crossing his arms. 

You looked down bashfully, “Sorry Carter. I am excited to see you, I promise.” you apologized, looking up at him and batting your lashes. 

He laughed, “You’re full of shit.” he called out, making you laugh with him, a soft blush dusting your cheeks. 

“Your usual?” you assumed, already moving to make his drink. 

“You know it.” he said, leaning against the bar. He watched as you made his drink, your body working on autopilot as you mixed the liquors together with the mixer and set it in front of him, 

“Running a tab today?” you asked. 

“No, I actually stopped by to play matchmaker.” he said, sliding some cash over to you and taking a sip of his drink. 

Taking the cash over to the drawer, you looked back at him and raised an eyebrow in his direction. “With who?” you asked curiously, as you brought back his change. 

“Keep it.” he waved your hand away. “And to answer your question, it’s you and Harry.” he smugly said, making you stop in your tracks and stare him down. 

“What?” you asked, trying to play dumb. 

He rolled his eyes, “Oh come on! A blind man could see the chemistry between the two of you last week.” he exclaimed, gesturing his hands outward in an ‘it’s so obvious’ motion. 

“Yeah? Then where is he today?” you countered, putting your hand on your hip. 

“With his bandmates in the studio.” he informed you, raising an eyebrow at you as if daring you to challenge him. 

“Oh…” you mumbled, unsure what to say next. 

“Listen, I know you get plenty of offers from men here but Harry is a genuinely good guy. Give him a chance.” he pleaded. 

“Did he put you up to this?” you questioned, feeling suspicious. 

“Not at all. He doesn’t even know I came to talk to you.” Carter assured you. 

“He did leave me his number at the bar last week. I guess if you’re so sure about this I’ll text him.” you caved, feeling weak under the peer pressure of what you were fighting so hard to avoid. 

“Really?” he asked, his eyes wide and hopeful looking. 

“Yes, and ONLY because I’ve known you for years now and I trust your judgment.” you clarified.

Staying true to your word, you sent Harry a text later that night after your shift. You were glad he took it so well that you waited a week to text him. Texts quickly turned into facetime calls and daily good morning texts. It truly floored you how easy Harry was to talk to. It was truly effortless on both sides. The more you both talked and the more comfortable you got with one another, the more you both would start to flirt with each other. 

“So, when am I going to see you again?” you asked one night as you facetimed each other. 

“You miss me or something?” he playfully asked, smirking at you through the phone screen. 

You bit your lip, admiring his exposed biceps, the tank top he wore leaving little to the imagination and it drove you wild. “Maybe.” you answered, making him smirk. 

“I was planning on coming with Carter this weekend to the club house. Are you working then?” he asked. 

You felt your excitement peak some at the prospect of seeing him again, “Yes, I am actually. I’ll be running the cart like normal.” you said with a bright smile. 

He smiled back at you, flicking off the light to his bedroom and flopping down onto this bed, “Good, I expect the best of the best service then.” he playfully said. 

You giggled softly, “I’ll drive right past you don’t tempt me.” The challenging but teasing undertone of your voice had him laughing too. 

“I’ll leave a Yelp review,” he decided to challenge you back. 

You gasped, holding your hand over your chest dramatically, “Not the yelp review! What do I have to do to make it up to you?”

“A kiss would make up for it.” he boldly suggested. 

You raised an eyebrow at him, “I think I could manage that.” you both smile bashfully at each other. So far the conversation has been kept innocent between the two of you. Now it was turned up to another level and it made your heart race with anticipation.

The following days leading up to you seeing Harry again, the sexual tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife. Your replies to his innocent good morning texts were now photos of you posed suggestively in front of your mirror in your work outfit. The day he was meant to come to the course, you wore his favorite outfit, it was blue and the top was a little extra tight on you. It was guaranteed to drive him crazy and the thought of teasing him excited you. 

Harry had texted you and let you know that he wouldn’t be there till later in the afternoon, so the morning felt like it was dragging. 

You were on your fourth round around the course when you finally saw Harry and Carter. “About time y’all showed up!” you called out to them.

Harry beamed a bright smile at you, jogging up to you to pick you up and spin you around, making you squeal out a laugh. 

Once he steadied you on your feet you smiled up at him, “What can I get you to drink?” you asked. 

“Are you on the menu?” Harry flirted, his hands rubbing your sides softly. Your outfit choice was clearly having the desired effect on him, making you mentally high five yourself. 

“Not while I’m on the clock.” you winked, swatting at his chest playfully. 

He smirked, “I’ll try that Pineapple Vodka Soda then.” letting you go to get his drink. 

Carter stood back and watched the two of you fondly, “I’m right here you know.” he said. 

“I’m aware.” you teased, handing Harry his opened drink. “Would you like anything dear?” you teased, batting your lashes playfully. 

Carter rolled his eyes, handing you some cash, “Get me my usual you twat.”. 

You laughed, taking the money and putting it in your pouch before making his drink. “You guys gonna hang out for a while? I get off at five and I can join you at the bar.”

“I won’t, but Mr.Styles here will.” Carter teased, punching Harry in the arm. 

Harry rolled his eyes, “Yeah I’ll hang out.” he smiled at you. 

“Cool, see you then.” you said, giving them a small wave before continuing your drive around the course.

There were more golfers than normal out on the course this afternoon, and any other day you would be thankful since you were getting great tips. The burning desire to be back with Harry was making you antsy though. When you finally made it back to the clubhouse, you parked your cart and sighed, resting your head on the steering wheel for a moment. You loved your job but it could really be draining sometimes. 

Taking a deep breath, you got up and started to break down the cart, taking the extra drinks and liquor into the walk-in fridge behind the bar. Looking up at the clock in the back area, you were thrilled to see you only had five minutes left before you clocked out for the day. 

Making your way over to the locker rooms, you gathered your stuff and clocked out on the computer. Heading over to the bar where you would find Harry. He was exactly where you thought he would be, in one of the lounge chairs by the giant fireplace. Biting back the giddy smile you wanted to show, you admired how handsome he looked sitting there with a glass of whiskey in his left hand. Making your way over to him, your eyes admired the sharp outline of his jaw, the shape of his nose, his long lashes fanning against his cheeks as he blinked. He looked like a Greek God. “This seat taken?” you teasingly asked him, in reference to his lap. 

He chuckled, uncrossing his legs as a silent invite, “I reserved it just for you.” he said back, matching your flirty energy. 

A soft blush dusted your cheeks, sitting gently on his lap, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. 

“So, did you like the drink earlier?” you asked him. 

He nodded, taking another sip of his whiskey, “I thought it was delicious. It’s perfect for being out on the course.” His praise made your heart flutter. Knowing he was pleased with your suggestion made you want to please him even more. 

His fingers slowly dragged up and down your side, “Did you wear this just for me today? I remember telling you it was one of my favorites.” His eyes raked up and down your body, admiring the way your skirt rose up to reveal more of your thighs when you sat down, your tits pressed together more in your sitting position causing more of your cleavage to show thanks to the low cut of the top. 

“Maybe.” you suggested, winking at him. 

“You’re a tease. You know that?” he called you out, looking back up into your eyes. 

You couldn’t help but giggle, leaning closer to him, “I don’t think you mind though.” you whispered, wiggling your hips down into his crotch, which was slowly stiffening beneath you. “In fact I think you like it.” you in turn called him out. Looking back into his eyes, you watched in satisfaction as his eyes flickered from your lips back to your eyes. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” you teased, his silence loudly telling you the effect you had on him.

Setting down his drink on a side table, his hand found its place on your thigh, rubbing it softly. He smirked at your remark, shaking his head a little. “Just thinking about how the bar tender over there would love to have me bend your over this chair and fuck you in front of him.” he softly spoke, making your breathing stop for a second. 

You could suddenly feel the burning stare of another set of eyes, so caught up in Harry that you didn’t even notice. 

“Lucky for you, I don’t like to share. So, why don’t we go somewhere more private.” he suggested. 

You were all too eager to oblige, giving him a small nod and standing from his lap, offering your hand out to him. Taking your hand in his own, he stood up and let you lead him out of the bar, much to the disappointment of your co-worker.

You walked to the far side of the clubhouse you knew people were less likely to be at this time of the day, pushing open the door to one of the family restrooms, you pulled Harry inside with you, closing and locking the door quickly. 

Just as fast, Harry spun you around and pressed you back against the door, holding your waist tightly. He pressed his forehead to yours, bumping his nose against your own. You could feel the warm breath from his lips against your own, driving you crazy. 

“Kiss me.” you said with a desperate feel behind the request, almost whining into his mouth. 

It was the green light he needed to go forward. Pressing his lips softly to your own at first, the kisses that followed growing more heated and desperate. His hands slid down your waist, around to your ass, groping you through your skirt. Your jaw went slack, moaning softly. Taking that as his opportunity to lick into your mouth, coaxing your tongue to lick into his own. You were enjoying this silent battle for dominance but you could slowly feel yourself losing. Your body becoming putty in his strong hands. 

He bent down slightly, grasping your thighs and lifting you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist on instinct, he carried you over to the sink, sitting you down on the counter. Pulling away from your lips briefly, he had to ask, “How far do you want this to go?” praying you were both on the same page. 

Smirking, you reached within your shirt and pulled out a square foil packet. He couldn’t contain his laughter, pressing his lips to yours once more and taking the condom from you. 

Clothes were quickly discarded, both of you far too worked up to bother with any more foreplay. Both of you knew this would have to be quicker than you’d really like it to be out of fear of somebody catching you. The thought of being caught made it much more exciting though.

Tearing open the condom with his teeth, Harry was a man on a mission, rolling the rubber onto his hard cock. Pulling your hips to the edge of the counter, he positioned himself, gliding the tip of his cock between your wet folds. “Who got you this wet baby girl?” he teased, admiring the way his cock was lubricated even more with your arousal. 

“Fuck, you Harry.” you whimpered, your eyes fluttering at the sensation. 

Satisfied with your reply, he gently thrusted into you, making you gasp out and groan softly. His face fell into the crook of your neck, setting a gentle pace thrusting in and out of you, “Fuck you feel so good wrapped around my cock.” he breathed out, kissing your neck, up to your jaw till he eventually found your lips against his own again. 

Moaning softly into the kiss, along with softly whimpering for him, his pace quickened. Reaching between your bodies, your fingers rubbed quickly against your clit, pushing you closer to your peak. “Don’t stop Harry please!” you begged in a hushed whisper against his lips. 

“Mmm I won’t baby. Gonna make that pretty pussy cum for me if it’s the last. Thing. I. Do.” he thrusted deep into you to enunciate the last four words he spoke. 

You gasped, throwing your head back and biting your lip to desperately try and stay quiet. 

His lips once again kissed at your neck, trailing wet kisses down to your chest and sucking on your tits. Taking your nipple into his warm wet mouth, his tongue dancing in circles around your hardened nub.

Your chest was heaving, dangerously close to cumming. He could feel it with the way your pussy contracted round him, squeezing his cock tightly each time he thrusted deep into you. His hips slapping against your own each time he bottomed out inside of you. He grunted against your hot skin, “I’m so close baby.” he panted, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. “Cum on my cock. Please baby girl.” he begged, wanting so bad to watch you come undone under his touch. 

“Oh, fuck Harry!” you gasped, a particularly sharp thrust into your g-spot sent you spiraling. You fought hard to control the volume of your moans as he fucked you through your orgasm. Finding it hard to not scream out his name. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” he grunted, the pulsing of your pussy as you orgasmed coaxed him to his own. Spilling into the condom, letting you milk him dry as you contracted around him.

Your hand rested on the back of his head as he laid it against your neck. The both of you had love sick smiles on your faces as you battled to catch your breaths, coming down from the high you both were feeling. “Round two at my place?” you offered, making him laugh,

“I like the sound of that.”

[pattypanini]

Danny Wagner x Reader

Hard Strokes

Summary: The bar cart girl at Danny's routine golf course grabs his attention during a frustrating game, but could a date by the pool relax him?

Word Count: 3k

Taglist for Oneshots

A/N: Hi everyone! Here is @mar-rein12 and I's first one shot. This was a fun one to write after writing the series for so long. We will continue to write LAYLOM and one shots. If you have any ideas let us know. Please enjoy our first one shot, Hard Strokes.

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, penetrative sex, oral (f receiving), DANNYS NOSE 🤤

Danny’s POV

Fuck. You were playing like shit today. You throw your golf club into the luscious green, yet again in anger. As if it couldn't get any worse, the hot bar cart girl drives past for the 5th time today. She’s probably judging you for your shitty playing. You were only on hole 8 and were almost into the 50s.

It was a hot one today, considering it was mid-July. Your sunglasses slipping off your face, everytime you look down to line up the ball with your club. You could feel the sunburn on your tanned cheeks and sweat penetrating through your white golf shirt. You feel impossibly gross mixed with the anger of your horrible performance. Only 10 more holes to go. 

You sigh and swing at the ball again, of course missing. You double over, hands on your knees and take a deep breath. You are about to call it quits until she pulls up to you. 

“Hey!” She says enthusiastically, with the brightest smile on her freckled face. You whip around to face her, to see her sitting there in the golf cart staring, patiently waiting for a response. 

“Hey.” You say, a little pissy. You take the opportunity to take her in. She was dressed in a little white, pleated tennis skirt with a pink polo tank top. Her hair was put up into a slicked back ponytail, sticking out of her Titleist visor. Despite the heat, she still managed to look so perfect and put together. 

“How about a drink? It’s scorching out today, you look like you need a refresher,” she winks at you, grabbing a beer out of the cooler and shaking it in your direction. 

“Nah, I don’t deserve it,” you chuckle a little, in self-pity. 

“Oh come on, treat yourself! I’ll drink one with you, if that will make you feel better.” She smiles sweetly, and you can’t help but give in. 

“Ugh, okay. You’ve convinced me.” You tease her reaching for your wallet. “I’ll have two beers. What kind you got?” 

“PBR and corona.”

“I’ll take the two PBR.”She reaches into the cooler and grabs them. Her ass sticking out of her skimpy skirt, as she reaches over to the passenger side of the cart. 

“That’ll be $9.” She hands them over to you, as you hand her a twenty dollar bill with your empty hand. 

“Thank you, here you take this one.” You hand her the one beer, she reluctantly takes it back. Her fingertips grazing the back of your hand. 

“A-are you sure?” She says as she takes it out of your grip.

“1000%, also, just keep the change.”  She stares back at you in silence. You crack open your can, taking a large sip. You turn to walk back to your golf cart when you hear her voice again.

“Wait… I didn’t catch your name!” Oh her sweet, innocent voice. You turn back around to face her. 

“Uh, I’m Danny. What's your name?” 

“I’m Y/n.” She shoots you a big smile, showing off her perfectly straight white teeth. 

You smirk at her, “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” When you finish that sentence, you notice her cheeks flush. You find it quite amusing how easily you’re affecting her. 

“Oh, thank you. You have a nice name too. I’ve definitely seen you around before, you come a lot?” She cracks her own beer open, taking a sip of it. 

“Yeah, I’m here every weekend.” You stop talking and there's a moment of silence, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of golf balls being hit in the distance. 

“Um… my shift is actually almost over,” she looks done at the apple watch adorning her wrist and then looking back up at you. “ Do you want to meet me at the clubhouse at 3? Grab a little something for lunch?”

You give her a warm smile, “Yeah, yes. I’d, um, I’d love to! It's probably about time I wrap it up anyway, I’m playing like shit today.” She giggles a little and you feel warmth spread throughout your chest, and noticeably feel your heart rate quicken. What a beautiful noise.

“Ok sounds good! I’ll see you then!” She hits you with a wink, and drives off toward a small group of older men. 

You stand there in shock at the previous interaction, shaking your head trying to rid the thoughts plaguing your mind. She was gorgeous. 

You turn back around to your cart and drive over to the next hole. 

—

The next 30 minutes go exactly how you expect, horrible. You end up not finishing the game because you were just so fed up with yourself. It’s been a while since you’ve played this bad. It was almost three o’clock anyway, so you would soon be meeting up with Y/n. You hop onto the golf cart and whip over to the clubhouse. You know she is there already because a golf cart with a light pink steering wheel cover is sitting outside. 

You smile to yourself just thinking about her. You jump off the cart and slip into the main entrance of the clubhouse, walking down the hall to the restaurant area. You turn the corner and see her sitting at a two top, talking to some elderly men at another table. You halt your steps, taking a moment to admire the radiant smile on her face. You’re sure you’ve never seen anyone more beautiful. And she invited you to lunch? 

She hears footsteps behind her, whipping her head around, her silky, shiny ponytail flowing along. “Danny! I’m so happy you came! How did the rest of your game go?” She smiles brightly at you, almost in awe.

You cringe a little thinking back to how you were playing earlier. “Eh, I didn't really finish. It’s hot as fuck out there.” You hope she doesn’t catch your white lie. “Besides, I needed to get lunch with you.” Now, that you were being truthful about.

You watch her eyes light up, a nervous giggle escaping from her plump lips. “Yeah, haha. Wanna order some food?”

“Yes, I’m starving.”

—

After you both order your food, you getting a burger and her getting a salad, you realize you’re getting lost in conversation with her. Y/n is very easy to talk to, and she is really funny. Throughout the next hour, there's multiple times you almost spit out your beer or choke on your burger. When you both finish up your meals, you are saddened by the fact you inevitably have to part ways.

“Y/n, I really enjoy talking to you.” You admit to her, a blush forming across both of your cheeks. 

“I like talking to you too Danny,” She says back to you, her lips curling into a beautiful grin. You watch her hesitate for a second before she opens her mouth again, “Did you want to come back to my house? My house is right over there by the tree line.” She points over her shoulder. 

You contemplate for a second, no doubt knowing how this night was going to end if you did go over there. “Are you sure? I-I don’t want to intrude.” Of course, you wanted to go over there. You just didn’t want to seem too eager. 

“No, no you wouldn’t be intruding at all. I want you to come over.” She gives you the cutest little wink and you can’t help but cave.

“Ok, then! Let's go.” You reach your hand out for her to grasp and she accepts. “Let me just pay the bill, Y/n.” 

“Oh no need. Aaron’s got me.” She looks over to the kitchen area. Aaron, the head chef, sticks his head out the door to wave. She smiles and waves back. You quickly run ahead of her pulling the door open for her. You both hop on the golf cart and she drives you back the trail to the houses that are located on the golf course. 

The feeling of the air breezing through your hair was refreshing from the hot day you just had. She pulls into her driveway, putting the cart in park. It was a very secluded area despite being in the same area as other houses. The house was lined with trees and gates, giving her lots of privacy.

“This is a really nice place y/n. Is it a lot to live on a golf course?” You hop out of the passenger seat, being able to get a better view of her beautiful house and the landscaping. 

“I have no idea, I don’t pay for it. Some random man does. In exchange, I go to his Christmas Eve parties as his ‘girlfriend.’” She says laughing. 

“Oh, really?” You say trying to not sound judgemental, but you can’t stop your face from contorting into a surprised expression. 

“No, my dad owns the place so it's daddy’s money you could say.” She says grabbing her keys to unlock the door. She opens the door and you are met with a stunning interior. She drops her bag and turns to you.

“Do you wanna go for a swim? I have a pool out back. Come on, follow me.” She starts walking to the sliding door. She opens it, stepping outside. The backyard landscaping is just as incredible as the front. Large rocks are placed as stairs leading down to a garden with flowers and vegetables. A huge underground kidney-shaped pool is placed right in the middle of the yard. Why does one girl need such a big pool? 

As you follow her down the stairs you realize you're missing something. “Um, I actually don’t have swim shorts…”. You hate to kill the mood. Hell, you’d do anything to see the girl in a bikini. 

“And…” She stares at you with a blank face. “Who said we were gonna wear them anyway?” She takes a few steps toward you. “I mean, unless you would rather me be in a bathing suit.” She says pulling on the collar of your shirt. You can’t help but shake your head anxiously. You feel your cheeks start to blush and you’re hoping she doesn’t notice.

“No, no, no bathing suits are fine with me.” A smile appears across her face again. Her hands go down to the bottom of your shirt and begin to pull it up. You help her finish her action and pull it all the way off. “Wow Danny, if I knew you were hiding that under there this whole time I would have invited you sooner.”

Your eyes widen at her words. Usually, you were the one to make the first move, but her dominance was making you shy. You wanted to impress her, to make her want you. You gulp from the nerves. 

“Don’t be shy Danny, can you help me undress now?” You obey her immediately. You kneel down in front of her, moving her foot to place it on your knee. Feeling a little bold you lean down and kiss her leg softly before untying her shoe and slipping them off her feet. You pull her skirt down and bring her shirt over her head. You take a step back to look at her in her white bra and panties. She’s so gorgeous. 

“That's no fair Danny, I can’t be the only one in my undies.” You begin to kick off your shoes and socks and before you can get to your pants she kneels in front of you. She slowly pulls them down, leaving you in only your boxers. As she goes for your boxers, she leans forward and places a soft kiss onto your noticeable bulge, making you twitch beneath her. She notices and continues to pull your boxers all the way down. 

“Now your turn, y/n.” You say looking down to her. Before she can let you, she runs and jumps into the pool. She emerges from under the water, her head bobbing just above the clear water. 

“The water is so refreshing,” she says, pulling herself up to sit on the pool ledge. “I’m waiting for you Danny, you better come join me.” You look over her body and see her wet see-through undergarments, revealing everything you wanted to see so badly. You wanted everything off so badly. 

You smirk and drop yourself into the pool and swim over to her. You brush your hair out of your face and slot yourself between her legs in the shallow end. You feel desperate but your hands immediately slide into her thighs and around her waist towards her bra. You feel around and quickly unclasp it. You hear a gasp come from her.

“Daniel, when did you learn to do that? Are you a dirty boy?” She smirks, pulling the bra off her chest.

“I will if you want me to be.” Your hands attach to her thong, that's now clinging to her wet skin, and pull them to the side. Your thumb begins to make small light circles on her clit.

“Take them off, Danny. Please.” She sounds so sweet when she begs. You grab the small piece of fabric and pull them off her.You place your hands on her tanned thighs and peel them apart. You look her up and down, fully admiring every part of her. You take your finger and glide it up her glistening folds. 

“So wet, baby. Fuck.” You bite your lip, as you admire her wetness. 

“Maybe it was from the pool.” She says in a sarcastic tone.

“I can tell the difference, baby.” You lower your face to be level with her cunt. You feel her hands wrap into your wet hair, pulling your face to bury it in her pussy. You feel her pussy grind onto your face, but not just your mouth.

“Put that nose of yours to use Danny, big noses are good for many things.” You were taken aback, but weren’t going to withhold that from her. 

You tilt your head down, pressing your nose up and down into her clit and dart your tongue into her pussy. She was a mess above you. Her hands are clenched hard around your curls, moans and curses flying from her lips. 

You break away for a moment, “All this from just my nose, are you going to be able to handle my cock baby?”

“I need it now, please Danny.” She practically whimpers out. You turn her around so her stomach is flat against the warm concrete, her ass up in the air. Her round ass being directly in your face, is the perfect opportunity to give her a nice smack upon it. She yelps after the blow, followed by the most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard. The sound alone makes you want to cum. You take a step up onto the embedded ledge underneath the water, to get a better angle. 

You lean down to whisper in her ear. “Are you ready for me, darling?” She presses her ass up against your hips, giving you the answer to your question. You line yourself up with her entrance and push slowly into her, filling up all of her small pussy. You reach forward grabbing a chunk of her hair. 

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I love the way it feels around my cock. Go ahead baby, squeeze around it won’t ya?” You feel her clench her muscles, and it fuels you to start fucking into her. You start off slow, not wanting to hurt her or surpass her limits. 

“Danny, don’t hold back. I know you want to let loose on me, I promise I can take it.” That's all the encouragement you need to go harder. As you pick up the pace, the water beneath you begins to splash  all up on your stomach and her back. 

“It’s almost like you knew I like it wet.” You tease her as you continue your assault on her pussy. 

“I can make it wetter if you can fuck me right.” She says as she looks back at you.

Your eyebrows raise and you release her hair. You take your right leg up onto the side of the pool to get a better angle, fucking her harder and deeper than before. She begins to claw at the concrete beneath, trying to hold onto whatever she could. 

“Harder.” She yells out. You don’t hold back and slam yourself into her. You can hear the skin to skin echo into the air. The water sloshing around you even more now, threatening to escape the pool. 

“Danny… oh, fuck. You feel so good. You fill me up so much. I wish I could take another one of you at the same time.” 

God, you're so close. She’s pushing you close to the edge. “I’m gonna cum baby, you want me to pull out?”

“No, fill me up. I want it leaking out of me into the pool. I’m so close” With that you cum hard inside of her. You watch as it starts to seep out of her, so you fuck it back in with a few more thrusts. “Oh god Danny I’m cumming keep going daddy.” You ride out your climax and fuck her hard now pushing her over her edge. You feel her clench around you hard, followed by many moans. 

You pull out, sitting down on the ledge in the pool you just fucked her on. Breathing heavy you both take a moment to catch your breath. Y/n turns her body around to sit up and brings you into a kiss. “You should come over more often Danny.” She says with a giggle.

“Danny? If I recall you just called me something else.” A huge smile spreads across your face. 

“Oh shut up, Daddy is close enough to Danny.”

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TAGLIST FOR ONESHOTS

[niallsgoldhoop]

Chapter Twelve

Wren

“You’re telling me that was fake?!”

Macy looks at me from across the table, breakfast food spread out between us.

Instead of looking her in the eye, I pick up the overstuffed burrito on my plate and reach for a small cup of salsa— anything to keep myself busy. “Yeah, I told you it was.”

“Right, right.” Rolling her eyes, she takes a bite of her omelet. “If you say so.”

“It is.” Heat travels up my neck as the words tumble out, my hand coming up to the base of my neck to trace the diamond pendant. “”You’re just seeing things.”

“So me watching that man put his hands all over you must have just been a mistake on my part? My contacts must have fallen out for a second.” Macy says with a deadpan tone.

“Must have been the alcohol.” Shrugging my shoulders and taking a bite almost too big for my mouth, I sent up a tiny prayer that she would change the subject.

Because I needed to change the subject.

Badly.

Last night needed to be as far away from me as possible.

When I threw on my favorite jeans and grabbed an old hockey shirt out of my drawer, not once did it cross my mind who I would see inside of that venue.

If it had, the last person I would have picked would have been Niall.

The two of us gravitated to each other like opposite ends of the strongest magnet, not a single damn thing we could do to keep ourselves from meeting in the middle of that crowd.

Feeling his hands on my skin, his lips ghosting over my neck, the words from those same lips whispered in my ear— God.

It was all I could do to keep myself from begging him to take me anywhere where we could be alone.

Just the two of us.

I was attracted to Niall and the more time that I spent with him the more I had to tell myself over and fucking over that we had made an agreement.

A plan.

This relationship between us wasn’t real and nothing would ever come from it.

Nothing could come from it.

He was Niall Horan, retired professional golfer and owner of one of the most prestigious golf courses in the world.

Me? I was just Wren Jacobs.

The girl who’s family catered to her little sister and the girl who worked in marketing.

There wasn’t anything about me that would make him choose me in a regular scenario, in a real dating atmosphere— it was fake.

Fake.

Fake

Fucking fake.

Yet there was a small part of me that let myself imagine if it wasn’t. Like right now as Macy tells me about work and I do my best to concentrate and listen.

“Saturday night is the event at the Lakes, right?” Signing the check she refused to let the waitress split, she smiles at me before grabbing her purse.

I nod, reaching for my wallet. “Yeah. It starts at seven but I have to be there around five thirty.”

“I’ll be there at six in case you need anything. Besides, maybe I’ll be able to properly meet the man who had his hands all over my best friend.” Shooting me a wink, we push out into the sunshine of the morning.

Sliding my sunglasses up the bridge of my nose, a sound between a horan and a scoff falls from my lips. “Oh my god, you are the worst.”

Her laughter makes me want to shove her over and hug her right all at the same time. Opening my car door, I watch her walk up to her car next to mine. “Make sure you text me when you get home.”

“I will.” Mirroring my movement, she slides into the driver's seat. “Oh, Wren?”

“Yeah?”

Meeting my gaze, a smirk dances across her face. “You didn’t have any alcohol last night.”

With that, she puts the keys in the ignition and shuts the door before during off, leaving me standing there like a fucking idiot in the middle of the parking lot.

I know it and she knows it— We both know I’m fucked.

I couldn’t blame my actions on anything other than myself. Although I don’t think the loss of inhibitions that comes with alcohol could even touch the way it felt to be around Niall.

He was his own kind of addiction.

One I might not be able to deny.

_______

I’m a coward.

I’m a coward— and I know that I am.

Considering it’s been a week since I felt the brush of Niall’s fingertips over my warm skin and I’ve managed to keep away from him… On purpose?!

Yeah, exactly.

Coward.

Something about being face to face with him after than and after the realization that I might be in over my head has sent me down into a spiral that seems like it may never end.

Thankfully I got out of our weekly dates because Piper demanded my presence for a cake testing and a dress fitting. Not that it mattered what my opinion was because everyone knows she just needed someone to boss around.

But I knew that eventually my luck would run out when it came to avoiding Niall, that eventually I would have to look into those ocean blue eyes with their devastating hint of the sunrise.

As I make a sharp turn into my office with a deli sandwich clutched to my chest hoping that I made it, the black and white ball of fluff that happily barks outside of my door before jumping over the threshold tells me that today is the day.

“Callaway!”

Niall’s accent is thick as he rounds the corner before skidding to a stop, his eyes going from the puppy chasing his tail to me, sandwich still clutched in my grip.

“Hi.” Lifting my hand awkwardly, a squeak comes out of my mouth replacing the confident tone I usually carry.

Those lips that felt like fire across my skin pull up into a grin at the same time he crosses his arms across his chest, the fabric stretching in ungodly ways. “Hello, Birdie.”

My fingers dig into the deli paper, the slight sound making Callaway’s ears perk up before he bounces over to me and sits, tail swishing back and forth as his pink tongue hangs out of his mouth.

I can ignore Niall, but a cute puppy?

Absolutely not.

“Did someone already teach you how to sit?” Crouching down and shifting everything into one arm, I reach out and scratch behind his ears. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?”

“Actually, yeah— Thanks for asking.” Niall grins. “But if you hadn’t been avoiding the two of us I guess you would have already known that.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you.” I lie.

The laugh that falls from his lips draws the attention away from the four legged beast in front of me, making him rush over and jump up to the source of the sound. “Bullshit, Wren. I’ve literally seen you ducking around corners this last week and I’ve been at the receiving end of your one-worded text messages.”

“I’ve been busy.” Another lie. “I had some wedding stuff to do and—“

“Are you okay?” His voice is devoid of the teasing tone as he takes a step towards me. “Did your sister do anything?”

Shaking my head, I stay in the crouched position, watching as Niall flexes his hands at his sides as if he doesn’t know what to do with them. “No, no. It was nothing.”

“Would you tell me? If someone said something they shouldn’t have?” Those damn eyes lock with mine.

Standing up, I try my best to smile even as he takes one more step closer to me. “Niall, you don’t have to do that. You don’t have to act like my protector all the time, this is—“

“Fake. Yeah, I know it’s fake.” Annoyance flashes over his features. “But I don’t give a fuck if it’s fake or not, nobody talks to you like you aren’t important. Do you understand me?”

I nod, clutching my stuff to my chest. “Yeah, yes… I'm sorry for avoiding you this last week.”

“No, I should be apologizing to you.” Blowing out a breath and running his hands through his fake hair, a half smile ghosts across his face. “What happened— What I said… The way I touched you… I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

God, just like that and I’m right back to where we were in the middle of that crowd.

Silence settles between us but the tension grows thicker and thicker as we stand so close.

“It’s okay.” Barely above a whisper, my voice doesn’t sound like my own. “I promise.”

“Birdie—“ This time it’s Niall who shakes his head, closing that gap between us and stepping close enough that I can feel the best from his body and the scent of the bergamot from his cologne. “Please don’t avoid me again, I hate it when—“ Between us, the ball of fluff let’s put a low whine just before he darts out of my office, making Niall let out a curse under his breath. “This conversation isn’t over.”

He doesn’t wait for me to respond before rushing out of the room, leaving me to finally drop my stuff at my desk and sit down, resting my head on my desk in an attempt to gain my bearings.

I needed to set myself straight sooner rather than later and I knew it.

The only problem?

It might already be too late.

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“Don’t be nervous.”

Macy looks over at me as we stand to the side, watching as people file into the ballroom and take their seats.

“I can’t help it.” My fingers reach for my necklace, running the pendant back and forth along the chain. “This event— I’ve worked hard to make sure everything goes well.”

“I know you have and it shows.” Taking a drink from her glass of water, she nudges my shoulder. “Besides, your boyfriend looks happy.”

“He’s not my—God, nevermind.” Arguing with her is pointless. “Besides, Niall owns this whole course. Of course he’s going to look happy— That’s his job.”

“Right, but is it his job to look at you like that?” She shrugs.

Looking up, it’s easy to find him in the crowd with his navy suit perfectly tailored to his body and the white shirt underneath fits in every way that it counts. That mop of dark hair so effortlessly perfect, like always.

As soon as our gazes meet from across the room, the smile on his face spreads a little wider and even under the dim lighting it’s easy to tell that his eyes get a little brighter. Niall turns to the man he’s talking to and shakes his hand, pointing towards me and patting him in the back.

“He’s not looking at me in any kind of way.” Clutching my drink in my hand, I ignore the goosebumps that blaze across my skin when he starts to make his way across the room.

“One day you’ll quit lying to yourself and when you do, I’m never going to let you forget it.” Patting me on the back, Macy gives me a mischievous smile. “I’ll remember to mention it in my maid of honor speech.”

“You’re so—“

There’s no time to finish my sentence when Niall finally reaches us, sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me into his side. “Hi, Birdie.”

“Hi.” My pulse skyrockets under his gaze, the soft smile enough to undo me.

“Everything looks great, you did good.” The feeling of his thumb moving back and forth like a weight against the fabric of my dress. Macy clears her throat next to us, drawing away Niall’s attention. “I’m sorry— You must be Macy.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” Macy shakes his hand, her watchful eye not missing the way his fingers grip my hip even tighter. “I’ve heard a lot about you from your girlfriend here.”

“All good things, I hope.” Tilting his face down to mine, there’s no escaping the blush blooming across my cheeks.

Macy takes a long drink from her glass. “Oh, yes. All good things.”

“Wren knows how to organize an event, doesn’t she?” Niall looks out over the ballroom. “She’s worked so hard on this.”

“I’ve always known her to be a hard worker. In my opinion, she’s the best one in her entire family.” She shrugs. “But that’s just my opinion.”

“Don’t worry, you aren’t the only one who thinks that.” Niall’s voice is lower, more rough. “Are they coming tonight?”

Shaking my head, I look down towards my feet and try not to let my disappointment show on my face. “Um, no. Piper wanted them to go to dinner. It’s not a big deal—”

Macy scoffs and rolls her eyes.

Niall takes in a deep breath before letting it out. “Don’t say that. What you do, the work you put into something… It matters.”

“Amen.” Macy mutters under breath from beside me.

Before I can even come up with a reply, the sound of my name draws my attention away from both of them, a genuine smile covering my face as Harper and her husband wave from across the room.

Once they join our little group, it feels like any and all the negative emotions that I was carrying dissipate as I laugh and smile with a group of people who not only have welcomed me but my closest friend as well.

Each time Niall looks at me or smiles in my direction, I can feel that hard exterior around my heart dissolve, the same hard exterior that helped me write the list of rules that I want to put through a paper shredder.

As the evening goes on, I finally find a moment to step outside, letting the cool air of the early October cool my skin.

Taking in a deep breath only to let it right back out.

I was so stressed out about this event and to see it go off without a hitch makes me feel so proud of myself.

Something I haven’t felt in a long time.

When you work hard and feel like the people who are supposed to be there and celebrate the good, and even the bad, aren’t there it just eventually wears you down.

Even when you put on a face as if it doesn’t bother you, there always seems to be this tiny hole in your heart that just can’t quite be filled.

Golden shadows stretch across the immaculately tamed lawn as the muted sounds of the people inside carry out as far away as they possibly can. A breeze picks up and sends a chill through my bones, making me cup my arms and rub my palms over my skin to give me even a little hint of warmth.

“Here.”

I know it’s Niall before I even turn around, the smell of his cologne mixed with the fresh scent that is just him surrounds me at the same time a jacket is placed over my shoulders.

“Thanks.” Gripping the edges along the front, I clutch it closer to me.

Stepping up behind me, I don’t even try and pretend like I don't want to be around him when he wraps his arms under the oversized fit of his suit jacket, those strong arms pulling me into him at the same time his chin rests on top of my shoulder.

“You smell good.” His words are warm against my skin from how close his lips are to me.

Tilting my head back, the smile on my lips is evident as Niall draws me even closer. “I’m wearing the same perfume I always do, weirdo.”

“I know.” He laughs. “I guess this is me telling you that you always smell good.”

My hands fall on top of his arms, the tips of my fingers tracing over the tops of the veins that run under his smooth skin.

Like this it’s easy to imagine a life of doing exactly this very thing.

Just him.

Just me.

“I’m glad that I didn’t ruin anything tonight.” My voice is soft, faint.

Niall shakes his head, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “You could never ruin anything, Birdie.”

“It feels like it, you know?” I lean into him, letting him support me. “Makes me tired.”

“You can be tired with me all you want, Wren, I promise you can. But let me tell you right now— You couldn’t ruin anything and every day you make me so fucking proud of you. Do you hear me?”

His lips press into my skin and linger there with his words.

“You’re just saying that because you have to say that, Niall. There’s nobody out here to hear what you’re saying.” It’s the truth, even though I don’t want it to be.

“Fucking hell.” Grumbling under his breath, Niall drops one of his arms from around my waist and reaches up, resting his forearm across my collar bone. “When I say that I’m proud of you, there’s nothing fake about that. Not a single fucking thing.”

Trying to keep my emotions in check, I bite the inside of my lower lip, my worst habit. “I’m just not used to hearing that from very many people.”

“Get used to it, Birdie.” When I feel his lips press against the skin of my neck, I close my eyes, letting myself feel all of the small kisses Niall trails along my skin up to my ear. “I could tell you all day long.”

Turning in his arms, I look up into his eyes, the soft glow from behind him casting a halo of light around his silhouette.

Honestly, I’m still not sure that I’ve ever seen someone as beautiful as Niall.

I don’t really want to see anyone but Niall.

Cupping my jaw, his thumb suns back and forth along my cheek before he drops down, his lips pressing to the corner of my jaw before he pulls away.

All I want to do is pull him back to me.

To feel his lips against mine, for real.

“Come on, let’s get back in there before people come looking for us.” I smile, trying to pretend like every look and every touch doesn’t drive me wild in one way or the other.

His lips tilt up in a half smile, hands dropping and leaving me feeling even colder than before. “Hey, Wren?”

“Niall?” Looking up at him, I force my hands to my sides, ignoring the urge to reach out for him.

We make our way up the stone steps and when he opens the door for me, I raise my brow in question, waiting for him to answer me.

As soon as we step inside, his hand slides over my hip and dangerously close to my ass before he leans in, his lips brushing against my ear right before he lays the truth out for me only to walk away right after.

Even hours later when I’m laying in bed I hear it.

The same low tone.

The same rasp.

His words play on repeat and when I finally doze off— it’s still the only thing that I hear.

I don’t even know how much I’m pretending with you.

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-alex 🍀

[indigostreaking]

Wicked Woman

Oliver Reed!Danny x fem!reader

A/N: This is mostly for me, as a certified slut for Oliver Reed who lives in Danny’s lane, but I really hope you enjoy it, too! 🤭

Minors, please please please do not interact. 18+

Warnings: oral(f&m receiving), fingering, alcohol, degradation(if you squint), praise, fake accents, daddy kink, pussy spanking, cockwarming for a second, choking, unprotected sex, teensy bit of spit, and probably more 🤷🏼‍♀️

Word count: ~3k

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"Wanna see something cool we've been working on?" Danny asked excitedly as you climbed in the passenger seat of his car. You expected new music or a photo shoot, but when he passed you his phone, you were greeted with a video of Danny decked out in his golf gear sporting a cocky smirk.

"Chip Bunker? What is this?" You giggled as you asked, glancing back at him momentarily to see him raising his eyebrows expectantly.

"Just watch it," he laughed with you and looked back to the road before adding, "scroll to the right for the other three.." You tapped the screen so the clip began to play.

"Golf is the essence.." Chip began, and you fought the urge to poke fun, because Danny—Chip looked really really good in his colorful striped polo and Michigan visor. You always loved when he pulled his hair up, too. You watched intently as the short video ended before scrolling to the next one. You laughed at Dr JMK and rolled your eyes at Cal A Bungah, but you couldn't help but smile as you watched Oliver Reed. With the sex and swagger practically dripping off of him as he spoke in a terrible British accent, you were entranced. He had on tight green pants, brown loafers that matched his vest, and a light blue button up shirt, but the icing on the Oliver cake was the long fake beard and expensive looking sunglasses and necklace. You gasped near the end when he ripped open his shirt, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks.

"What's got you all smiley?" Danny asked as he pulled in to the parking spot of the movie theater for date night. You had been so lost in the videos that you hadn't even realized you'd arrived.

"Nothing," you lied, trying to recover some dignity. You had never thought of Jake like that, but that was certainly not Jake..

"Oliver's got you all hot and bothered, huh?" He teased with a smirk. Your cheeks flushed again and you hated yourself for it. He gasped and placed his hand over his heart feigning offense. "No love for Chip?"

"Chip was perfect, babe! And I love him and you so much," you leaned in and kissed his pouty lips. "Let's head in so we have time for concessions." He nodded, but you could tell he was deep in thought..

***

After getting dressed in a cute, white sundress, you texted Danny to let him know you were on your way per his request. He had been very cryptic when he asked you to come over, but that wasn't totally out of the ordinary for him. He was always full of fun little surprises, but for some reason you just couldn't quite fight the sense of anxious excitement you felt when you knocked on the front door of his house.

"Just a second, love," a familiar voice called out in an unfamiliar accent. You cocked your head sideways, trying to make sense of it. Danny opened the door wearing a pair of tight green pants, a light blue button up shirt, a pair of brown loafers and a matching brown vest. Your heart skipped a beat at the realization. "Come on, darling, can't have you standing out 'ere making the neighbors jealous," he held the door open wide and flashed you a lazy smirk. You followed him inside and watched as he shut the door. That's when you noticed the fake beard and bubbled with laughter.

"Danny, what are you—" you began as you shook your head in disbelief.

"Danny's not here. Name's Reed...Oliver Reed," he winked and arched a brow.

You bit back a smile, but it eventually erupted out of you in a cackle that you tried your best to stifle. "Oliver, I—are you—" you tried to ask, but you couldn't stop giggling. He somehow managed to keep a straight face, and you felt so bad for laughing when he's clearly trying so hard.

He stepped towards you, closing the distance as he took your face in his large hand, squeezing your cheeks together and making your lips push out in a pout. "Be a good girl for me and go grab the bottle of whiskey? None of that cheap shit that Danny drinks, either..." he looked down at you as he spoke then released your face. You swallowed hard. Your sweet Daniel never really took on this role of being so rough and almost condescending. He was usually so gentle, empathetic, and careful with you, but this-this was different. Ever so obediently, you walked into the kitchen, only to return to an empty living room.

"Danny?" You called out cautiously as you wandered down the hallway towards his bedroom.

"Uh uh, your beloved Daniel is away for the moment...otherwise occupied, if you will," Oliver crooned from his spot perched on the edge of the bed. "Fuck this shit," he mumbled to himself as he pulled the beard off his face after fussing with the hairs sticking to his lips. "Keep up, won't you, love?" He eyed the floor in front of him, silently motioning for you to take your spot. Your heart was racing at his newfound swagger, and you could already feel your panties getting wetter and wetter by the second. You handed him the bottle of whiskey and knelt before him. "Look at you, such a pretty girl, aren't you?" He purred, tilting your chin up with his forefinger as he looked down his perfect nose at you. Without letting you go, he turned up the bottle with his other hand, taking a big swig. His pronounced adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed with an exaggerated sigh. "Need a drink before you suck my cock?" He asked plainly, as if he was doing you a favor.

In that moment, you decided to make a show of it. If he was committed to this bit, you would play your role as well. You widened your eyes and fluttered your lashes. "Yes, please, daddy," you said breathily, holding eye contact with him as you bit your lower lip. You had never called him that before, and you weren't sure how he'd react..but judging by the way his breath hitched and the corner of his mouth curled up in amusement, it was safe to assume he liked it.

"Open," he commanded calmly. Your mouth fell open instantly and you held eye contact with him as he tilted the bottle, pouring the honey colored liquor into your mouth. It overflowed, dribbling down your chin and onto your chest, and he smirked as it soaked through your dress exposing your stiffening nipples. You tried not to choke as you gulped down what you could, still keeping your eyes on his. The lust and hunger in his eyes darkened the usual chocolatey brown to an almost ravenous black. He sat the bottle on the night stand and took your chin in his hand, craning your head to the side as he licked a stripe from your collarbone up to your jaw. A quiet moan escaped your throat, quickly followed by a content, low hum of approval from him. He leaned back, unbuttoning his pants with one hand and letting his cock spring free. You licked your lips and impatiently reached for it before he dodged your touch. "Aren't you going to ask daddy nicely? Liked hearing you say please so pretty before.." His voice dropped an octave at his new title and you held your breath. Fuck.

"Please," you whined, making sure to flutter your lashes up at him.

"Please what, love? Use your words," the terrible accent still made everything more sultry somehow. You licked your lips before trying again.

"Please let me suck your cock...daddy," you were proud of yourself for remembering to address him properly, and a smile played at the corner of your lips because of it.

"Ah, there she is. There's my naughty girl," he looked just as pleased as he slowly stroked his cock and eyed you hungrily. He tilted the tip towards your mouth, and you lapped at it eagerly. Another hum of approval rumbled through his chest. He tangled a hand in your hair, loosely gripping it every time you took him deeper. His hips bucked up into you as you worked him. Your nose nuzzled against his happy trail as you fought your gag reflex, letting tears pool in the corner of your eyes. "Fuck," he moaned, as you pulled away only to repeat the same motion. He gently tugged on your hair, making you look up at him as your head bobbed. "Gonna fuck your pretty mouth now, and you're gonna take it..aren't you, darling?" He asked and for the briefest of moments, you saw a flicker of Danny finding a way to check in with you. You swallowed and he groaned in pleasure. You did your best to give your permission, but a muffled yes would have to suffice.

As he stood, you rocked back to accommodate the shift. He gripped the hair at the base of your neck and held your head in place as he thrusted forward, grazing the back of your throat. You held your composure through his slow, steady movements. He picked up his pace, pulling you into him as you gagged around him. He moaned as he watched the drool dribble down your chin and you held your eyes on his. "Are you this sweet to your Daniel? Do you choke on his cock like this, too?" His voice dangerously low and raspy as he pulled from your mouth, waiting for your response.

"I think he's too scared he'll hurt me, but I'm tougher than I look," you smirked up at him as you wiped the drool from your chin against your forearm.

"Oh really?" his eyes widened as you nodded, and he abruptly yanked you up, pulling you to your feet as his hand trailed down to the swell of your left ass cheek. You giggled as he lifted the bottom of your dress, caressing the bare skin he found beneath. "You want Daniel to use a firmer hand? Perhaps rough you up a little? Like this.." he whispered, swatting at your ass, leaving a sting of pain and a red hand-shaped mark.

You hissed before replying, "Mmm..yes, thank you, daddy," and fluttering your lashes, which elicited a low rumble of a moan from him.

"You are evil," he grinned before motioning towards the headboard with his chin, instructing you silently. You obliged, making a show of wiggling your ass as you climbed up the length of the bed. "Positively wicked," he purred as he watched you, taking note of the thin fabric of your thong when the ruffled hem of your dress allowed brief peeks. You plopped down on the heap of pillows, rolling to lie on your back instead. The sight of him nearly knocked the wind from your lungs. He had taken the opportunity to undress entirely, leaving a medallion dangling from a silver chain at his neck as he crawled up towards you with his cock bobbing with his movement.

He kissed a line up your inner knee to your thigh, reaching up flipping the skirt of your dress up and out of the way. "Take this off for me, yeah?" He murmured against the soft skin of your thigh, glancing up to watch you lift your dress over your head. Your moved to take off your panties, but he caught your wrists with a sharp hiss. "Uh uh," he scolded gently. You watched as he caught the waistband of your thong between his teeth, slowly working it down until it reached your thighs. His hot breath had you arching your back as the sensation traveled down your legs until you were freed from the lace.

You sucked your lower lip between your teeth as he kissed and nipped his way up your thigh towards your core. When his tongue found your throbbing clit, you nearly jumped. He chuckled to himself at your behavior, then continued by sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it as he worked. You gripped the sheets to the point that your knuckles turned white and you held your breath. “Let me hear you lovely moans, sweet girl,” he crooned from between your thighs as he swiped his index and middle finger through the wetness accumulating. He teased your entrance, pushing his fingers in only to pull them away over and over until you couldn’t take it.

“Please fuck me, Danny,” you let out a frustrated whine, tangling your fingers in his hair and trying to use it to pull him up to kiss you instead. He lifted his face, shoved his fingers in deep, curling them up to caress the perfect spot inside you, and delivered a swift pop of his other hand to your clit. You gasped and bucked your hips, but were unable to get away. His devious smile lit up while he watched you squirm, still curling and uncurling his fingers as he used them to fuck you. He delved back in, lapping at your core and causing the fire in your tummy to build. “Oliver, please,” you corrected yourself breathlessly, knowing where you had gone wrong and desperately needing more. His face lifted again so he could watch you wince as he delivered another slap to your clit. This time you whimpered and cried out, “daddy!” He growled in approval and resumed devouring you. His rhythm never faltered as he drug you over the edge. Your moans filled the room as you came undone, and he growled in approval, rutting himself against the bed as he worked you through it.

Your hips bucked involuntarily as he started overstimulating you, and he landed another swat to your clit causing you to whimper, “What was that for?”

He smirked up at you, and replied, “Just like feeling how tight your pretty pink pussy clenches around my fingers.” You panted beneath him as he crawled up your body. He spit on your core before lining himself up and thrusting in painfully slowly. He let his head fall forward, smiling as he felt you stretch around him. “Fuck,” he mumbled, just a quick glimpse at your Danny before he regained his Oliver persona. He captured your nipple with his mouth, circling it with his tongue as he sucked before repeating the same to the other. You tilted your hips back and forth trying to create some movement, causing his tip to rub against your favorite spot. He let go of your nipple with a pop and smiled down at you. “Afraid Oliver won’t give you what you need, hmm?” He asked in an almost condescending tone, but you didn’t care. You needed more.

“I just want you to come, too,” you whined, trying to flatter him into fucking you how you wanted.

He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. “No,” he sounded stern now as he took your face in his hand, tilting your head to the side so he could whisper, “You just have a greedy little cunt,” directly into your ear. You swallowed hard, and his hand slid down to grip your throat. He hesitated, searching your eyes for any sign of unease. Daniel once again checking in ever so subtly. You nodded, giving him the permission he was seeking. He squeezed gently at first as he began fucking you, picking up speed and squeezing a bit harder to match. Your eyes rolled back as he pushed you towards the edge again. He’d loosen his grip to let you catch your breath, but his thrusts never slowed. You opened your eyes to see him looking down at where your bodies met, watching as he slid in and out of your core with his tongue out in concentration and his brows furrowed. You let the building pleasure wash over you, coming undone once more as he watched. His pace stuttered and he thrusted forward as deep as he could, filling you as a stream of obscenities flowed from his perfect pink lips. He held his position, panting as he came back down, finally looking at you with flushed cheeks, a sheen of sweat across his forehead, and a fucked out smile that made your whole body warm.

“Hey,” you whispered, acknowledging the return of Danny. His smile widened as he unsheathed and laid down beside you, nuzzling closer with his face in the crook of your neck.

“Hey..was that okay?” he asked nervously, dropping the accent, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“It was perfect,” you replied as you turned to kiss his forehead and tuck his sweaty curls behind his ear. “Thank you,” you murmured into the gentle kiss, knowing he had done this for you. “Wanna shower together?” You asked hopefully.

He popped up to his feet more enthusiastically than you expected, which made you laugh. “You know I love that idea,” he flashed you a crooked grin and crinkled his nose. It’s true, though. He jumped on the opportunity to shower with you any chance he got, and you loved it. “Maybe you and Oliver can hang out more often,” he smirked as he pulled you to your feet.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, walking past him towards the bathroom. “Maybe Oliver should remember his cane next time..” you replied casually. Danny charged towards you, scooping you up in his arms with a rumble of laughter.

“Wicked woman,” he purred into your ear in his Oliver accent as he kicked the bathroom door shut behind you.

[papasbaseball]

Raphael x Tav (Clubs and Spades: Chapter 1)

Pairing: Raphael x F!Tav

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Alcohol

Summary: Tav finds herself on the bad side of the President of the Fae Run Country Club. She agreed to work there as a favor, but he's determined to make her life a living hell. Will they both make it out of the summer without catching feelings?

Word Count: 2,187

Notes: I changed some of the names to help blend in the characters better with the AU setting. Here is a translation if you would like to know:

Tav - '' "Tav" Baldur

Karlach - Karlie Ackerman

Raphael - Raphael Hope

Mizora - Ms. Zora

Wyll - Will

AO3 Link

If all the stories were true, the president of the Fae Run Country Club was the Devil himself. I’d had the fortune of not running into him all summer, enjoying the close proximity to what otherwise might be considered ‘good people’, as I served drinks, folded towels, and did whatever else my manager had sent me to do. That particular day, I limped after my coworker Karlie — the cooler filled with ice and Evian between us making us as useful as a horse with a lame leg — as we brought the beverages out to the 8th hole of the golf course. The community carts had been forbidden from use, much to the dismay of my shoulder.

A quarrelsome two stood beside the green, too rich to stop their argument for us. The one’s shoulders were cast back, face tilted up as if God was also privy to the conversation he was having with the pink-faced man. I’d seen a dozen of his type infesting the green lawns of Fae Run. What set him apart was how quickly he cut down the man with words I’ll never know, courtesy of the lawnmowers. Weak arms were quickly uncrossed and the WASP wannabe buzzed back to the safety of the clubhouse hive.

“Ha!” Karlie scoffed, setting her end of the cooler down with a hard rustle of ice. “Bob had that one coming for a while.”

There were a half dozen members named Bob, but she came to know every one of them over the 8 years that she’d been working there. I’d barely met any of them and I’d been there for 2 months.

“Is Bob a problem?” I asked, setting my end of the cooler down. The ache of carrying it almost a mile thrummed in my arm, thrilled to have been released.

“I certainly wouldn’t want to be his server at dinner,” Karlie said. Her face fell and quickly she was tucking her polo back into her khaki pants, slicking back the wild fly-aways the walk had earned her.

“Ladies.” The remaining man approached us, his shirt unbuttoned past regulation to show off the tan earned from hours spent by the poolside. “Less chatting more working, yes? I would hate to have to speak to your manager about disciplinary action. I want this golf course as immaculate as possible.”

“Yes, sir,” Karlie replied.

“You’re breaking the dress code,” I offered, nodding to the undone button and soft curls of chest hair it guarded. If he wanted everything to be perfect he could start with himself.

He whipped off his sunglasses, mouth disgusted as he gave me a once over. “What is your name, girl?”

“Tav,” I said.

“I doubt that.” He hooked the glasses into his illegal shirt and turned to Karlie. “Ms. Ackerman, does Tav have somewhere to be?”

She stumbled over her words, unable to make eye contact with him.

“I know you are short-staffed,” he cut in, “but I could make much better use of her as my personal caddy for the day.”

“That’s not the job that I applied for,” I said. I had no interest in following some dumbass who only got to his position in life because his daddy foot all his bills and covered up all his mistakes. It was bad enough that I was working here — I owed my friend Will a favor — but I refused to sequester myself to such agonizing mediocrity.

“All employees of the Fae Run Country Club are required to know how to perform any duty they may be called upon at the drop of a hat,” he said. “Clearly you’ve missed training in more than one area.”

I opened my mouth to shoot back a retort when I heard Karlie’s voice tremble.

“Mr. Hope, please.”

She could have poured the chest full of ice over me and it would have been less bone-chilling than those three words. My eyes dart over him, trying to place those features to the portraits of board members that hung in the hallway leading to the main office. Maybe the sunglasses and casual attire had fooled me, but the disappointed frown was unmistakable: I was standing before the Devil.

“Tell your boss to make the necessary shifts,” he said. “I will take care of our darling Tav, here.”

Karlie tucked tail and turned back to the clubhouse. The sun baked a degree hotter with each step of hers, pushing me further into the custody of the Devil of Fae Run. The urge to run after her pressed itself, but I held it back. I couldn’t get myself fired: I still owed Will for lying for me, getting the charges dropped, and scrubbing my record. I just needed to get through this summer free and clean.

“Don’t worry, I will take good care of you,” he said. The words reeked of lies, but I tailed after him anyway. His cologne whipped back with the breeze as I followed him to the golf cart. The sweetness and warmth sent a shiver through me. It must have come from abroad, the undernotes speaking of warm sands and late-night dinners, and probably costing twice my seasonal salary.

I hesitated as I slid into the fine leather seat next to him, not any further than I had to, and watched as he turned the key.

“You really think I am going to bite you?” he said. He pressed the pedal and the cart jerked forward.

I slid further into the seat as I saw the sharp grass zipping by the floorboard more quickly than I would like it to. His chuckle at this was quiet under the whine of the cart. It was going to take more than the threat of turfburn for me to take his treatment lying down. I couldn’t refuse his orders, but I didn’t have to like it.

“You were threatening to fire me and Karlie a few minutes ago.”

“Was I?” he asked. “You’re not very good at listening, Tav.” The corners of his lips pulled back in disgust. “What is your real name? Tav sounds like something you’d call a dog. Although, you would make a pretty picture fetching my golf clubs.” He paused at the thought.

“My friends call me Tav,” I said. Mr. Hope steered the golf cart back onto the path and I almost gripped his leg to steady myself as the cart wobbled back onto its steady charge forward. I tucked my hand quickly under my black golf skort, taking comfort in the weight of my thigh.

“I’m not your friend: I’m your employer.”

“If you want to know it so bad, why don’t you just look it up when we get back to the clubhouse?” I should have bit my tongue, but Mr. Hope was not going to be calling me by my government name if I had anything to say about it.

The cart coasted to a stop, the clubhouse within sight. “If you want me to call you like a dog then you can get out and run after the cart like one.” He nodded for me to step out. “Go on, Tav.”

My legs were still twitching from the hike out to the 8th hole and I was maybe enjoying the custom fans on the cart a little too much. But between that or telling him my full name, I stepped out, cringing as the sun baked my skin once more. It didn’t take long until he was pressing the cart forward. He drove it just fast enough that I was always on his heels, no matter how hard I ran.

As my sneakers thumped the white pavement I imagined they were stomping that stupid handsome face of his. It looked all-natural – there was a small scar on his forehead and plenty of wrinkles that cut from his amber eyes – but the soft curl to his hair and all-linen outfit told the world that he could afford plastic surgery if he wanted to. He could probably afford to buy the plastic surgeon too if the rumors were true.

Mr. Hope parked the golf cart with the herd of others after what felt like a day of running. I heaved heavy breaths in and out, hands on my knees as I considered a nap on the blinding concrete.

“I’m surprised that you made it, Tav. Such a good girl.” Mockery highlighted his voice, but the words caught me off guard. I turned them over in my mind, wondering what other sweet praises the Devil liked to stab with.

“It was a piece of cake,” I lied.

He turned and headed towards the clubhouse, tossing a come-here whistle over his shoulder. I scrunched my face up, swallowing the nasty names I was already starting to come up with for him. I’d share those later with Karlie and Will.

The clubhouse wrapped its welcoming chill around us. I didn’t even mind the goosebumps on my arms, rubbing them only once as I followed him back to the foyer. He pulled out his phone and shot off a quick text before stopping a server carrying a saran-wrapped tray full of chicken salad croissants to the meeting room.

“Have you seen Ms. Zora?” he asked.

“I’m right here.”

Ms. Zora’s white polo and black skort could have gotten her mistaken for club staff if it wasn’t for the glowing pearls that encircled her swan-like neck. She was the secretary for the board and seemed to have a habit, I noticed, of showing up when you least wanted her to.

Raphael waved off the server, not even watching as she scurried away, head down muttering a prayer of thankfulness. He gestured to the walls and ceilings of the foyer.

“Where are all the banners that we ordered?” he asked.

Ms. Zora rolled her eyes, huffing a sigh of exasperation. “Supply chain issues. Don’t worry: I got us a full refund and have contacted that little print shop down the road.” She laughed, “You should have seen how grateful they were that I wanted everything ASAP and at a discount too.”

“I do not care about a discount. I want this foyer decorated now,” he said.

“I’ll give them a call,” Ms. Zora smiled. Her cunning gaze soon fell on me, her smile dropping with it. “Is there a reason why you are here Ms. Baldur?”

“Oh, so she does have a name?” Raphael laughed. “Ms. Baldur is my caddy for the day. I do have to say, I have grown quite accustomed to calling her Tav, though. It has a certain peasant charm to it.”

My clean-cut nails bit into my palms as I balled my fists up. Just get through the day, that’s it. If he used my name any more times I might have to start going by my full name just to get the stink of him off of it.

“I need to go make that call,” Ms. Zora excused herself. He didn’t watch her leave, instead smirking and staring hungrily down at me as if I were the chicken salad sandwiches.

“What are you looking at?” I asked.

“Ms. Baldur,” he said, rolling the r with a flourish. “Such a nice ring to it. Maybe I’ll call you that if you do a good enough job today. Please me and I’ll please you.”

“I-“ He knew he had turned my nickname into an annoyance. I expected him to sprout horns any minute now. “What makes you think that I want you to please me? Can’t I just do my job?”

He turned, heading back out to the golf course. A group of men had managed to gather in the few minutes we’d been inside, chattering and guzzling Bud Lights as if they were college frat boys born again in the heat of the summer.

“Raph!” one of them exclaimed. “What took you so long?”

“I was just making sure everything was ready and attending to a few stray animals.” He looked at me with that remark, before continuing, “Nothing exciting.” He popped his sunglasses back on as the cloud cover retreated. My eyes were drawn once more to the unbuttoned violation. I stared a bit too long as I found his eyes peeking out the peripheral of the shades, waiting for mine to see them. He gave a smile and I went off to his golf cart to sulk in my rosy cheeks.

They chatted and chatted until one of them finally clapped his hands together in anticipation. Beer can after empty beer can clunked into the trash can, and one by one the carts started.

“Out,” he said.

“What?” I said.

“Do you have cotton in your ears? Out. You want to be named like a dog, you’ll run like a dog.”

I got out, folding my arms as I watched him get in. “I thought we were done with all this.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are, but I’m not done with your lesson, Tav. If you keep up, I’ll drive you back after the 18th hole.” And with that, he backed the cart out and zipped off after the pack.

[thewolfwarriors]

Florida!HTTYD Book AU

(specifically Florida Panhandle! AU) 

Like Hiccup, I too grew up around an archipelago of islands full of venomous and dangerous reptiles! (Had a couple of close calls too!) I went kayaking, boating, hiking, fishing, you name it! Unfortunately, growing up in Florida meant I had to deal with Floridians. So, again, like Hiccup, I ran into lots of...characters.

This idea started off from me making a joke to my brother about how Madguts would be a Trump supporter and drive a Ford ages ago. Then it all went downhill from there. (Honestly, I could write a whole post on Florida!Madguts alone.) Someone in the reblogs of one of my posts also wished for it. This one goes to y’all.

Incoming cursed-as-hell long-ish post:

Main Characters:

Hiccup - from a military family, can't go in the military because he can't pass any of the boot camps, works with his friend Fishlegs, obsessed with Marine Biology, scored 6s on the FCAT every year,

Fishlegs - Works at Publix, Wafflehouse, Coram's, Whataburger, etc., almost dies regularly from horse and yellow fly bites,

Stoick - giant, fat beach dad vibes, retired vet, always wears a big polo or Ron Jon Surf Shack Shirts with polarized sunglasses on, boomer Facebook profile, Corona beers, Margaritaville, drives a pontoon called the Fat Penguin, sold his old sail boat the Peregrine Falcon to Humungous Hotshot,

Baggybum - Marines, never takes off his raybans, goes hunting constantly, camo jackets, guns guns guns, Bass Pro Shop

(Basically, Stoick loves saltwater and Baggy loves freshwater)

Snotlout - Military brat, sports scholarships, ROTC, loves the beach, riding four-wheelers and going mudding, 

Bertha - school bus driver, ROLL TIDE, "You might be a redneck if...", Basically just Nanny-Maw, “plaid shirts with the sleeves ripped off” lesbian vibes, Blue Ribbon or Busch beer I can’t decide

Camicazi - loves the mud, always doing dangerous stunts on whatever motorized equipment she can get her hands on, constantly catching frogs/possums/snakes and brings them inside

Others:

Madguts - definitely wears a MAGA hat, drives a Full-Size Heavy-Duty 2022 Super Duty F-450 King Ranch® Pickup (tailgates EVERYONE), spits tobacco, hot boxes his trailer on a regular basis, runs a crime ring in the boondocks(drugs, dog fights, or simply selling stolen goods), divorced 4 times, Rob Zombie, meth, breeds Pitbulls,

Gumboil - also spits tobacco, Malboros, always rides shotgun with Madguts in his Full-Size Heavy-Duty 2022 Super Duty F-450 King Ranch® Pickup, Alabama Crimson Tide merch, has like 14 trucks he swears he's gonna sell and turn around in his yard, always speaks in inappropriate countryisms

Needless to say, but they're both huge gun enthusiasts and drink Bud.

Thuggory - listens to Butt Rock and Pop Country, Y'all Means All, camo and plaid long sleeves, well fitted Levi's, does everything with his Dad

Humungous Hotshot - Lives on the Peregrine Falcon, “#saltlife”, hooked on fishing, Hooters, sandles with socks underneath, Hawaiian shirts, GOLF, Panama Jack,

Tantrum - not even from Florida, prefers to be in the Keys, comes up to the Panhandle with Humungous so he can see his friends, "#beachbabe", This Video, Ed Hardy

Gobber the Belch - Thunderbeach, drives Harley’s, drives to Alabama to buy illegal fireworks, scary Wafflehouse chef, also Snotlout and Hiccup’s football coach/history teacher

[alexhornefan]

There's a bit more in the link about John playing golf with the group in the article but you can read it in the link below. This is probably the first half of the interview and besides from a picture of Alex sat at a table with a lot of beer, there's little else about Alex there either.

John Robins Interview about golf

My reintroduction to golf some five years ago was all because of a foreign trip. My friend Alex Horne, a comedian and Taskmaster’s assistant of some renown, called me out of the blue and asked if I fancied a trip to Spain to play golf with twenty other men I’d never met.

I’ll be honest, I had my reservations. Firstly, foreign golf trips can be expensive, and this is before I knew the truly stratospheric inflationary pressures on cold bottles of water in mainland European golf resorts! Anyone who’s played golf abroad will know that ice cold bottled water is about four times as expensive as petrol whenever you’re within two miles of a club shop.

Secondly, I’m not entirely comfortable in large groups of people I don’t know, especially not twenty of them, all men, in a foreign country.

Thirdly, and perhaps most pressing, was the sight of my golf clubs. Which, at the time, I treated very much like a lot of people treat a guitar gathering dust in a corner.

I paused on the phone. I had played golf. But it’s a very different thing to say you play golf.

For a day I wrestled with various anxiety demons. What if they were all amazing at golf and I held everyone up like a big idiot? Would they just leave me on the course? I’d need to buy some actual golf shoes! What if my clubs are really bad? What if you need a handicap? And a proper handicap, not just the fact that you haven’t played since the coalition government.

Luckily the better angels of my nature were also at work. “John you drive a 2004 Skoda Fabia and you haven’t spent any money on anything nice since the pair of sunglasses you got in 1999. And you left them in a phone box. Alex is nice, his friends will be nice. Just do it!”

And so I did, and it’s one of the best decisions I ever made.

It turned out that not only was this group of twenty golfers some of the nicest people I’ve ever met, they were also all of a similar standard as me. Mostly ranging from 15-36 handicaps with one scratch golfing mascot who answers the barrage of questions about technique with patience and grace, the most common one being “HOW THE F*CK DID YOU DO THAT?!”

We play a Ryder Cup format in two teams over three days to compete for The Murray Cup, a trophy that has been competed for by the same two teams for the last seven years. It is the highlight of all our calendars, and I’m sure you have similar events in yours.

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What a Girl Wants

ENCORE - AT - MAIN LIBRARY

MIAMI - FLORIDA - FL - 27TH

STATE - WAS - LATE - DID YES

RAIN - 10A EDT - LIKE - 84%

8A - EARLIER - THOUGH 82%

ESTIMATES - DROPS OF RAIN

AGAIN - 2P - 3P - 4P - 5P - 6P

AT - 82% - 84% - THUS - OUR

GOD - SAID - 4 - BLIND - HE

BIBLE - WILL - LEAD US BY

THE - WAY - WE - SHOULD

GO - REV'D - LOVING - BLK

SUNGLASSES - SO SWEET

ROSS - DRESS - 4 - LESS

MEMORY - $9.99 OR YES

CHEAPER - 7% - TAX - ON

TUESDAYS - 55 & OLDER 2

10% - OFF - PHOTO - ID - 2

PASSPORT - IDENTIFICATION

CARD - FL - ESPECIALLY - TO

PROVE - AGE - HISPANICS - &

SO - FAR - MIAMI AVE - W YES

FLAGLER ST - DIDN'T - SEE XO

ANY - BLK - 2 - HUMILIATE - US

OUT - LOUD - ID - NEEDED - AS

WAS - LONG - TIME - 2 - DO - IT

FELONY - PUBLIC HUMILIATION

MONETORY - FINE

GOOGLE - SEARCH

CALIFORNIA - CA - IS - LIKE

DESERT - LAS VEGAS - NV

NEVADA - BOTH - ARE YES

COMMUNITY - PROPERTY

STATES - MORE - LAWS - 2

PROTECT - FAMILY - KIDS &

TEENS - ESPECIALLY - SOLE

HOUSEHOLDS - 18 AND NOT

THAT - OLD - BUT - FLORIDA

NOT COMMUNITY PROPERTY

STATE - JUST FEDERAL - TAX

LIKE - TEXAS - 28TH - STATE

AN - ADVANTAGE - IN - FL - 2

THE - BEST - OF - U MARRIED

LEGALLY - IN - FLORIDA - LIKE

FORMER - PRESIDENT - FIRST

BILLIONAIRE - PRESIDENT IN

HUMAN - HISTORY - TRUMP

WHO - GAVE - US - AT LEAST

FIRST - $1,200 - AND - $695

PARTING - AS - THE - POOR

AND - SSI - SOCIAL SECURITY

RECIPIENTS - DISABLED AND

SURVIVORS - AND VETERANS

SSI - RECIPIENTS - OF - $$$$$

US - TREASURY - TAX FREE FL

MONEY - FLORIDA NOT BEING

PROPERTY - STATE - ANY - YES

OWNED BY - PURCHASE OR FL

INSTALLMENTS - 2 - OWN YES

IF - ANY - PROPERTY - IS HELD

ALONE - BY - EITHER - SPOUSE

18 AND OLDER - ITS - DEEMED

AS - SEPARATE - PROPERTY SO

IN - FLORIDA - IT - IS - NOT - YES

REVISED - AVAILABLE - 4 - THE

COLLECTION - BY - A - USA OR

FOREIGN - HISPANIC - CALLED

CREDITOR - OF - NON-OWNER

SPOUSE - MEANING - HUBBY

THOUGHT - WHILE U R ASLEEP

HE - CAN - TRADE - YOUR - YES

PICASSO - PAINTING - 2 - PAY 4

HIS - DEBTS - SEPARATE - YES

PROPERTY - IS - JUST A TERM

4 - THOSE - THINGS - THAT - R

OWNED - BY - ONE - SPOUSE

AS - 18 AND OLDER - B 4 THE

MARRIAGE - MODERN - ENG

ENGLISH - LAW - VALID TOO

14TH - AMENDMENT OBEYED

NO - US - STATE - CAN - DENY

DEPRIVE - ANY - PERSON - 18

AND - OLDER - OF - PROPERTY

WHAT - U - PURCHASED - AND

OF - VALUE - AT WALMART OR

TARGET - ROSS - DRESS 4 LESS

WEDNESDAY - PUBLIX - $5 - YES

SUSHI - DAY - GOING - SOON FOR

LUNCH - 11A - 2P - WEEKDAYS - &

WEEKENDS - MY - BACKPACK

OVER - 70 LBS - WAS FALLING

SO - EVENT - OF - RAIN - JUST

1 LARGE - BAG - USED - CLEAR

PONCHO - 4 - RAIN - LIKE - YES

CLEAR - RAINCOAT - FREE FOR

HOMELESS - I - GET - MANY XO

FREE - GETTING - NEW - ONE AS

I - USED MANY - AMAZON PRIME

4 - LIKE - FITTED - BEDSHEETS 2

PUT - OVER - 4 - RAIN - USED MY

PUBLIX - HAIR - CLAMPS THREE

2 - KEEP - PLASTIC - IN - PLACE

SO - AT - RIGHT - SPOT - WHERE

PEDESTRIANS - WALKED BRIEF

PLACED - OVER - 70 LBS - YES

PUMA - BACKPACK - ON - WET

STREET - 62 INCH - GOLF - YES

MAUVE - LARGE - UMBRELLA

OR - WANT - 2 - CRY - BUT DID

NOT - HAVE - BOTH - WITH ME

SMALL - FULL - AUTO - BLK

MALE - JEWEL - NOW - ( 3 )

BLK - MALES - UNDER THE

BRIDGE - HE - GOT - USED 2

HUGE - AND - SEE - THRU FL

CHEST - SO - WHEN - BLKS

FRATERNAL - SISTERS LEFT

FLORIDA - HE - WANTED TO

PUT - HIS - BLK - MOBY - IN

MY - MOUTH - PINAYS TALK

2 - MUCH - 6TH - FLOOR - AS

ME - 24 HRS - ACCESS - HE

WHAT - STALKERS - REMEMBER

HE - DECREASES - VOLUME - OF

IKE TURNER - DECEASED - TALK

2 - SUCK - MOUTH - OF - THE 1ST

FEMALE - PRESIDENTS OF ASIA

HOUSEWIVES - THEN - WHERE

ARE - THEIR - BREASTS - 2 YES

GENTLY - TOUCH - OR PINCH

STANDING - AFTER - HOURS

AS - HE - LIVE - FLOURESCENT

LIGHT - SHOVE - HIS - MOBY

UP - THAT - WHAT - HAPPENS

WHEN - FIANCE - YOUNGER &

OVERSEAS - AMERICAN FROM

ANOTHER - NON-COMMIUNITY

PROPERTY - STATE - ALL - THE

'WEIRDO - VIRGINS - OF - ASIA'

KNOCK - THEM - UP - FREE FL

MIAMI - ABORTION - CLINICS

'F' - UP - DERANGELY - GOT A

GREAT - SHOVING - FR - BUTT

HOLES - LIVE - SHOVING FOR

MARTIN LUTHER KING JR

BOTH - ARE - SOUTHERN

BAPTIST - LIKE - WHO YES

STARTED - CHICK-FI LA YES

CHICKEN - SANDWICHES - U

WILL - WORSHIP - GOD - ON

SUNDAYS - FRANCHISE - IS

CLOSED - ILLEGALLY - EACH

SUNDAY - 2 - WORSHIP - GOD

JEWEL - FR - ANOTHER - USA

STATE - STANDING - SHOVE

SHOVE - HIS - MOBY - 2 ME

ON - WALLS - 6TH - FLOOR

24 HRS - ACCESS - WHAT A

WEIRDO - KEEP - A SECRET

BUT - NOT - IN - TOKYO FOR

VAGINAL - AREA - PROBE

SHOWS - THE - POSITIONS

69 - USED - BY - BLK - AND

HISPANICS - THE - SIZE - OF

ERECTION - THOROUGHLY 2

PROVE - MARRYING - NOT A

VIRGIN - JESUS - IS - LORD

SAW - JEWEL - TWICE - AT

MAIN - LIBRARY - ELEVATOR

HE - KNOWS - I'M - PARTIALLY

BLIND - TOUCHED - MY BACK

UNDER - BRA - AREA - ITS YES

ILLEGAL - 2 - TOUCH - CASUAL

55 AND OLDER - GOING - 2 DIE

LAST - WILL - AND TESTAMENT

HE - KNOWS - MY - NO - US $$$

OVER - $199 BILLION - FREE

INTEREST - BEARING - USE

CEMENT - FLOOR - 2 MAKE

TRAUMA - BLIND - MORE THAN

1 YEAR - F - F - F - AFTER - HRS

BOX VAULT - SELF - STORAGE

HE's - IN - CHARGE - OF - HER

NOW - OVER - $155 BILLION

AUTO - TAX - PAID - TOLD HIM

NO - BLKS - IN - PHILIPPINES

HE - WILL - CHANGE - THAT

BUT - THEY - KNOW - MICHAEL

JACKSON - BEYONCE - MORE

2ND - TIME - TODAY - WAS YES

GOING - 2 - TOUCH - ME - BUT

ANOTHER - MALE - THERE

AGAIN - 'ARE - U - OKAY?'

HISPANIC - BLK - LOOKING

MALE - HUSBAND - OF LISA

WHITE - PRUNE - BAG - SAME

'ARE - U - OIKAY - EVERYDAY'

THEY - ASK - WOMEN SOLE

HOUSEHOLD - TOLD - HIM

'ALL 0F - U - ARE THE SAME'

(BLKS - HISPANICS)

(HOMELESS - OR - NOT)

EVERYDAY - ASKS

'ARE - U - OK'

WHY - SHOULDN'T - I - BE

ACTUALLY - TORTURE - ABUSE

HARRASSMENT - (FELONIES)

'WHY - SHOULDN'T - I B - OK?"

LEFT - ANGRILY - THE - YES

ELEVATOR - JEWEL - ALWAYS

NOW - STALKING - ME KNOWS

I - WAS - BORN - VERY - BLIND

CARROT - DEFICIENCY - TRUE

OBEYED - DOCTORS - NOW I'M

PARTIALLY - BLIND - NOW - HE

IS - WAITING - 4 - ME - 2 - YES

ENTER - LIBRARY - 2 - TOUCH

ME - THEY - HISPANICS - AND

BLK - LOVE - 2 - TOUCH - YES

BARBIE - BLONDES - THAT

WAY - 'FIST - 2 - FIST' - SO I

WILL - GIVE - WHAT - I YES

GAVE - A - FIREMAN - DO U

REMEMBER - DIDN'T - WANT

2 - TALK - 2 - ME - NEAR YES

HOTEL - INDIGO - AXES AXES

DEMOCRATIC - PARTY - WILL

REMOVE - THEIR - AX - FOR

UNDER - POSSESSION - OF

DEADLY - WEAPON - S CA

CALIFORNIA - BICYCLE YES

RIDER - CHINESE - GIRL AS

BORN - IN - CALIFORNIA &

PUBLIC - SCHOOL - SHE TOOK

COLDS - MED - AS - BIRTH YES

CONTROL - PILLS - USER AND

A - VIRGIN - PAPS SMEAR NOT

4 - VIRGINS - SO - SHE WHILE

DRIVING - FAINTED - SO - AS

CAR - HT - TREE - SLEEPING

FIREMEN - SAW - 'STUPID'

SMALL - EYES - CHINESE

GIRL - AND - COULD NOT

REMOVE - FR - CAR - AND

WITHOUT - ROOF - 4 - CAN

B - RESCUED - SOONER SO

THEY - GOT - THEIR - AXES

CHOPPED - HER - THIGHS

BROUGHT - 2 - U CLA - AT

LEAST - GREEN - PAINT

EMERGENCY - AREA AS

THEY - TOOK - STATE - CA

MANDATORY - 30 MIN XO

LUNCH - SO - WHEN SHE

WOKE - UP - HOSPITAL 2

FELT - STRANGE - BELOW

SAW - SHOCKING - THAT

NO - MORE - FULL LEGS

JESUS - IS - LORD - FOR

HOT - STILL - TV SHOWS

'BIONIC - MAN' - LEE MAJORS

'BIONIC - WOMAN' - LINDSAY

WAGNER - BOTH - IN - TRUE

HALLMARK - MOVIES - YES

ROMANCE - ABOUT - DOGS

VETERINARIAN ( s ) - THUS

FUTURE - REPLACING HER

WITH - BIONIC - LEGS AND

GIVING - HIPNOSIS - 4 - IN

NEW YORK - ASTORIA THERE

WAS - A - FIRE - 3 BUILDINGS

AWAY - ELEVATOR - OPENED

FIREMEN - RUSHED - IN AND

MY - SUADE - DESIGNER BLK

COAT - HEAVY - OVER $2,000

MY - PHILIPPINE - ADOPTED

MOM - GAVE - ME - THEY

WENT - BEHIND - ME AND

SHOVED - MY - BACK - FR

ELEVATOR - 2 - OUTSIDE

THEY - ALL - SAID - ITS THE

LAW - THEY'RE - FIREMEN

SO SMILED - PAW PAW - MY

PAW - BRUCE LEE - AGE 32

GOT - GENTLY - ONE - AX &

SLICED - THEN - CUT - ALL

2 - PIECES - KILLED - ALL IN

ELEVATOR - TOOK - STAIRS

AFTER - 4 - CONCIERGE YES

ALLOWED - THEM - IN - THE

SAME - WHO - TOLD - ME NY

5:30P - CAN'T - BRING - MY

THINGS - WEIRDO - ISRAEL

MOVERS - 3 HRS - LATE - 2

BAD - NEWS - IN - NEW YORK

NOT - ALLOWED - BACK - IN

ROOSEVELT - ISLAND - NYC

NOW - PENTHOUSE - AND I

NOT - ALLOWED - IN - INNS

WAS - REMOVED - FR - THERE

BECAUSE - HER - HUSBAND

PINOY - ADOPTED - FATHER

HIS - ERECTION - STRONG - SO

THEIR - ALL - THE - WAY - WAS

SUPERB - BUT - SHE - CHANGED

MIND - THEN - WHEN - THEY YES

WENT - 2 - EUROPE - HE STAYED

2 - KNOCK - ME - UP - NYC - NY

BEFRIENDED - CONCIERGE

MALE - CHARLIE - HE SAID

WON'T - HAPPEN - ADOPTED

INCEST - SAN FRANCISCO YES

AGAIN - THEY - GET - THEIR

KIDS - PREGNANT - PILIPINAS

OR - OVERSEAS - 2 - SELL THE

BABIES - HUSBAND - WIFE AS

THEY - RAPE - THEIR - FIRST

1ST BORN - DAUGHTERS AS

NOW - I - KNOW - CHRISTIANS

UNIVERSITY - OF - PILIPINAS

THEY - WERE - RAPING - MY

PERSONAL - MAID - MAIDS

SHE - LESBIAN - WAS - YES

RAPING - MY - MAIDS BUT

THEY - STAYED - BECAUSE

OF - ME - SO - SHE - DIED

FIRST - MAJOR - HEART

ATTACK - HE - NOW - IN

CALAPAN - ORIENTAL - OR

MINDORO - WITH - FRENCH

SABER - SWORD - I - WILL PH

TAKE - CARE - OF - HIS BODY

PIECES - AFTER - AND - WITH

MICKEY MOUSE - WATCH

AIR - CREMATE - BODY AS

SECRET - NEW - OWNER OF

MAKATI - AND - MINDORO

ISLAND - SO - I'M - NOW 2

HUNGRY - SUSHI - $5 - AT

PUBLIX - EXIT - 10 ST - AT

PROMENADE - ALSO - AT

FREE - METROMOVER TRAIN

911 - 9 ST - PUBLIX - SELF YES

SERVICE - 2 - GET - FOOD XO

GOT - LOTS - 2 - POST - YES

TODAY - ABOUT - BLK - AND

HISPANIC - STALKERS - NOW

BLK - MALE - JEWEL - AS HE

THINKS - HE - CAN - KISS MY

I'M REALLY - AGE 59 MOUTH

WAS - ONLY - RAPED - BY

OVER - 25 WHITE AMERICAN

UGLY - MALES - B 4 - AGE 21

TALL - BRUNETTE - MALES &

SINGLE - MIAMI - POLICE YES

SECRETLY - LOVE - HOMELESS

THEY - KNOW - OUTSIDE - HAI

ADDRESS - AS - WE - RELEASE

OUR - ROBOTS - 2 - END THEIR

USA - TORTURE - AND ABUSE

FOREIGNERS - DO - U - KNOW

THEIR - HARRASSING - US - 4

WE - ENJOYED - OUR

DOMESTIC - TRANQUILITY

POLICE - SHERIFFS - ILLEGAL

TAX - PAID

MILITARY - FORCE - ADD - ON

FINEST - MILITARY - WEAPONS

SMALLEST - BULLETS - INDEED

ONLY - ALLOWED - TAX - PAID 2

WHAT's - IT - LIKE - 2 - HAVE

24 HRS

LESS THAN - TIC TAC - SIZE

WALT DISNEY - SIGNATURE

LIMITED EDITION - BULLETS

TAX - QUALIFIED

ILLEGAL - CIVILIAN - SIZE

AMMUNITION - BY - THE

SERVANTS - OF - STATE

14TH - NO - US - STATE CAN

DEPRIVE - ANY - PERSON OF

LIFE - REVISED - UNLESS

'REQUIRED - BY - JUDICIAL'

FORGOT WORDS SO ABLE2 - EXECUTE - REPOSSESS AND EVICT - ILLEGAL - PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS - WILL - CONTINUE

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1000 Words

Merry Christmas, tumblrs!

This story was inspired by an ask from @peonierose regarding sending wrong pictures to the wrong number. This answer is definitely not what anyone asked for and probably doesn’t want, except maybe three mutuals. I honestly couldn’t make up my mind which Liam x Riley to use, so chose three where this situation would be a very real possibility.

Tis the season and all that, so set the drabbles at Christmastime. This fic is not beta’d and barely edited/proofed; forgive me all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Word Editor rates me 98% error-free for this tale.

Thank you to all who will read this! Your likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated far more than you know.

Rating this M for Mature (adult themes)

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song inspos will appear next to pairings/universes.

Word Count: 4,396

Riam (song inspo: hospital beach, Cottonwood Firing Squad)

Queen Riley of Cordonia impatiently pulled her Santa hat forward as she admired the wrapping on her last Christmas gift to her husband when Mara, her personal guard, stuck her head through the doorway of the Valtorian Great House’s formal dining room.

Mara’s eyes grew wide at the pile of cheerfully wrapped boxes adorned with ribbons and bows.

“I thought you said you didn’t know what to get His Majesty?” the guard demanded, irritation and astonishment in her tone.

“I DIDN’T!” Riley retorted. “If I did, there wouldn’t be these many gifts!”

Every year of their marriage, the Queen lamented each Christmas over what to get the man who literally had everything. Liam was a KING, for crying out loud.

This year, she purchased socks and neckties from Saville Row on behalf of their unborn sons. Frac was giving his father a dozen, brightly colored plaid socks with the Savile Row insignia embroidered on them; Fric’s present was an assortment of silk ties: paisley, plaid, novelty, and three in somber, solid colors.

Yes, Liam was a father, but he was still royal.

Riley was giving her husband three new custom-made suits, the newest iPhone, a Jaguar F-Pace SUV in black with gray interior, and with Lord Neville’s assistance, had converted one of the empty suites in their living quarters into an indoor golf course.

Riley was convinced Neville had overcharged her.  The golf clubs alone had set her back a little over $16,000. 00 in USD.

But still, she felt something was missing. She wanted to give her husband a gift that was personal, intimate … just for him.

“Is he headed this way? Is that why you’re here?” Riley asked as she dug in her snack hamper for something to eat.

Mara shook her head. “No, Ana De Luca has arrived.”

“LET HER IN!” Riley shouted excitedly as she unwrapped a turkey sandwich.

The Queen neither liked nor trusted the photographer, but Ana was the best photographer in all of Europe and Riley had reached out to her to discuss her idea for a personal gift for the King.

Last month inspiration hit Riley to chronicle she and Liam’s pregnancy via photos; she had sent Ana a collection of personal and professional pictures taken over the course of the past eight months and then requested a boudoir-style photo session. After the photojournalist had signed an NDA, of course.

Mara exited the room, returning shortly with the world-renowned paparazzo who wore her signature sunglasses and carried a stylish camera bag.

“Lemme see, Ana!” Riley demanded as she took a healthy bite out of her sandwich.

Ana De Luca smiled warmly at her monarch as she dipped into a curtsy. “Your Majesty, you’re positively glowing! And I think you’ll be pleased with what I was able to do with the photos.”

Riley cut her eyes; she was swollen everywhere, there were bags under her eyes, and she had a mouth full of food. Ana was such a kiss-ass.

Ana De Luca took a seat next to Riley at the expansive dining table that had been cleared of place settings, glassware, and centerpieces, but was now littered with wrapping paper and tape.

Mara prepared to take her leave, but Riley stopped her. “Where are you going? I need your opinion on these!”

The guard rolled her eyes as she took a seat on the other side of Ana. The photographer carefully removed her camera from its bag, ignoring the Queen’s impatient sighs. After powering the device on and pushing a few buttons, the screen was filled with brilliant, colorful photos:

Riley in Texas, wearing a cowboy hat, her chest hidden behind tall-stalked sunflowers; the midday sun cast a golden glow over the sky and her skin.

Riley wearing a blue cotton dress and soft smile, propped up in bed with a shirtless Liam settled between her legs as he cradled her stomach.

Liam, in full royal regalia, beaming to a crowd from their bedroom balcony as he announced their pregnancy.

Riley grinning as she pointed her index fingers towards her baby bump.

Liam holding Riley close, his nose buried in her hair as she laid her cheek in the crook of his shoulder.

A sleepy Riley in bed with a sleeping Liam, his face laid against a swollen breast; his cheek covered one nipple. The bed sheet covered her other one.

The royal couple in the doctor’s office while Riley received a sonogram.

A close-up photo of the royal couple’s clasped hands.

A photo of them from behind as they walked one of the immense hallways of the Palace, his hand placed against her lower back.

Liam and Riley sharing a deep kiss, his palms covering her belly.

Riley alone in the middle of a bed with mussed sheets, a length of hair covering one eye and her lips painted cherry red. She wore a lowcut black negligee, showing lots of cleavage while her hands were spread over her very pregnant belly.

A silhouette of a naked Riley, her head bowed and her palms cupping the bottom of her impossibly stretched stomach.

Dozens more photos flickered across the small screen; Mara raised an eyebrow in admiration while Riley’s eyes widened with each passing image. Ana was a magician with a camera, no doubt about it.

“All of these have been sent to your personal email address via secured link,” Ana informed Riley.

Riley nodded slowly as her gaze lingered over an extremely risqué boudoir photo. Mara leaned closer into Ana De Luca to get a better look at the image her employer was so obviously taken with. Riley noticed, and abruptly slapped her palm over the screen.

“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?” she snapped in a raised voice.

“You TOLD me to stay and give you my opinion!” Mara countered.

“On SAFE FOR WORK pictures!”

Mara rolled her eyes. “You seem to forget that I have seen you AND the King in all manners of undress and nudity!”

Ana’s head swiveled as she looked from monarch to guard, interest and curiosity evident in her expression. She hadn’t signed an NDA for this.

“That was THEN, Mara! We are PARENTS now! We NO LONGER indulge in NAKEDNESS!”

“What do you call what I saw two nights ago?” Mara demanded.

A pause while Riley thirstily sipped unsweetened tea. “You know what? I’m ending this,” the Queen decided. “Ana, please print all photos as 8 x 10, and separate into family friendly and personal albums. I’d like them by Christmas Eve, no later than noon. Also, share this image directly to my personal cell please.” Her fingertip tapped the camera screen.

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Ana replied as she pushed buttons before powering the camera down. Her mind raced as she thought of sources she could contact about the cryptic, yet very telling conversation she had been privy to.

“Mara, escort Ms. De Luca out AFTER taking her to the security office to sign another NDA” Riley glared at her guard as she shoved the last of her sandwich in her mouth.

Mara glared back as she led a crestfallen Ana De Luca out of the room.

Once alone, Riley checked her texts for the image. She frowned at the photo; at the time, it seemed like a good idea …  a sexy idea. Now, she wasn’t so sure … it just looked  cringey and fetishy.

Which meant Liam would love it.

Or would he?

The Queen needed a second opinion, and she knew just who to get it from: Miss Annabelle Parsons. Not only was she impartial, but she was also open-minded and discreet. Riley could only imagine the fallout of sending the photo to Hana or Maxwell.

She scrolled through her contacts, sharing the image with her dear friend. She didn’t bother to add a caption or note. True friendship was sharing questionable content with no explanation necessary.

Riley stood slowly, sticking her tongue out at the active kicks against her stomach; apparently her sons enjoyed the snack. She pulled a rolling cart alongside the table and began to place wrapped boxes and colorful gift bags upon it.

Her phone rang; she reached out to answer it, not bothering to look at the caller ID. She knew it was Annabelle.

“Hey, that was quick!” she greeted.

“You are sexy as hell, and I want you now,” her husband growled in her ear.

He wasn’t Annabelle Parsons.

Riley grimaced at a twinge of lower back pain. “Liam, what has gotten into you?”

“The picture you sent.”

Riley’s eyes widened as her face dropped. SHITSHITSHITSHIT!!

She pulled the phone from her ear, frantically scrolling through her text messages. Her last chat with Annabelle Parsons was three days ago. Liam’s chat, however, had the questionable photo sat on read. Riley’s fingers scrambled across the screen as she unsent the message.

“What picture? I didn’t send you any picture!” she squeaked in what she hoped was an annoyed tone.

“Don’t play coy, love. I can’t stop looking at it,” Liam chided before falling silent. “Riley, did you just unsend the photo?”

“It wasn’t for you!” Riley replied defensively.

“What do you mean, IT WASN’T FOR ME?” Liam demanded angrily.

“It was for Miss Parsons!” Riley continued to stack presents, although her hands were shaking slightly. It appeared her plan of deflecting Liam’s questions by starting an argument was not working.

“RILEY!” Liam thundered. “WHO was the intended recipient of the photograph? And tell me THE TRUTH!”

“I TOLD YOU! It was for Annabelle Parsons. And I’m not speaking to you anymore!”

Riley ended the call and stared at her phone briefly before blocking Liam’s number.

There! Problem solved.

To be on the safe side, Riley made her way to the dining room doors, locking them from the inside.

Just in case.

She had just made it back to her seat when there was a heavy pounding on the doors, followed by the rattling of doorknobs and Liam shouting for her to OPEN THE DOOR!

Riley looked like a naughty child caught in the act. She pressed her index finger to her lips and looked down at her stomach, which was rolling with her sons’ turns and kicks.

“Shhhh! If we’re very quiet he won’t know we’re in here,” she whispered to her sons.

Commoner’s Wife (song inspo: No One’s Here to Sleep, Naughty Boy/Bastille)

The Palace halls were bustling with staff and nobility alike as final preparations for the Cordonian Citizens’ Christmas Ball were underway. It was an annual event where families, selected via lottery, came to dine and dance, and meet their duchy’s leaders.

Children from various orphanages across the country would also be in attendance to meet Santa and tell him what they wanted for Christmas. The King would review the lists, and personally purchase gifts to be handed out to every child on Christmas Day.

Maintenance engineers hung twinkling lights along crown molding, while maids dusted portraits and statuary. Butlers inspected decorated trees, and straightened wreaths. Christmas carols played from hidden speakers, adding to the chatter and noise throughout the immense hallways.  

Drake Walker, the Duke of Valtoria, maneuvered his way through the throng; his eyes darted everywhere as he searched for his Duchess. Instead, he found the Countess of Fydelia furiously scribbling in a notebook as she hurried down the hall.

“Hey, Madeleine!” Drake blocked the Countess’ path.

The Royal Communications Director scowled up at him. “Drake, what do you want? I have a minor emergency in the Grand Ballroom, and a major one in the kitchens!”  

Drake blew out an impatient huff. “Have you seen Riley? She basically disappeared once we arrived here this morning.”

“Are you SERIOUS right now?” Madeleine yelled in a shrilly tone to be heard over the noise.  “Do you have ANY idea he amount of work that goes into these balls and galas?” Madeleine waved a hand dismissively. “Of course you don’t. You’re used to showing up, drinking liquor, eating food, and going home. She’s probably assisting with seating charts, or maybe ensuring that Santas will be here for the orphans. Or one of a thousand other things!”

Her phone rang. As soon as she answered, a frown twisted her ruby-colored lips. “Do NOT tell me THAT!” she warned her caller as she began moving down the hall again. She paused to look over her shoulder at Drake. “Text her! Or Liam. We’ve got 100 things to do and not nearly enough hands to help, so she could be anywhere.”

Drake raked his fingers through his hair as he wondered again why he told Brooks to accept the duchy. At the time, he didn’t want her to leave Cordonia. To leave him. But between her responsibilities and duties, he felt he may be seeing more of her if she had returned to Brooklyn.

He was neither a lazy husband nor Duke. He knew what marriage to a Duchess would entail, and he was willing to put in the work regarding both his marriage and gaining and keeping the trust of his … their … citizenry. What he hadn’t anticipated was how closely the Duchess would be working with the King. Drake knew his wife’s feelings towards Liam were ambivalent at best.

She was tense and nervous upon her returns from the Palace, which were growing increasingly later, heading straight into the shower to help calm her. On the rare occasions she returned within what Drake deemed to be a reasonable time, she was agitated and uncommunicative.

He didn’t want Brooks upset or hurt over Liam ever again. Yet, whenever he suggested he take over some of the palatial duties, she always refused; instead, she encouraged him to pursue Royal Guard training, an idea he had been entertaining long before their marriage.  

Liam was her problem, not his.

The Duke of Valtoria really didn’t need his wife for anything; he merely wanted to be with her. Whatever needed to be done to ensure the ball went off without a hitch, he wanted them to do it together.

Drake decided to head towards the King’s private quarters hoping to find Liam, or his assistant. One of the two would know where his wife was. But when he arrived at the suite, the guard outside the doors said the King was on an international conference call and could not be disturbed.

The Duke asked if the guard had seen the Valtorian Duchess.

The answer was negative.

Drake pulled out his phone, dialing his wife’s number. For the fifth time, his call went unanswered. Shaking his head, he turned around and didn’t see the guard pull out his own phone and begin texting. The Duke was halfway down the hallway when a Palace staffer caught his attention.

“Your Grace, your assistance is needed in setting up the Santa Station in the ballroom. Lord Neville was supposed to help, but …” the worker shrugged.

“Say no more, and lead the way,” Drake replied. “Curious, have you seen the Duchess of Valtoria around?”

“She and His Majesty were in the garden maze helping with decorations, but that was over an hour ago. Folks are being pulled in so many different directions today.”

Drake nodded understandingly. “I’m surprised at how many nobles are pitching in.”

“Oh, it’s always all-hands on deck when it comes to the general public and the children.”

Drake nodded again. “That’s the kind of man the King is.”

Three hours later, Drake was back in the rooms assigned to him and Riley; his shoulders were tight, pine needles littered his hair, and his stomach was growling. He was pleasantly surprised to see a food trolley filled with lunchmeat sandwiches, assorted snacks and fruits, and cold beverages.

He was excited to see Riley pushing her heels of her feet. “Hey, babe!  You didn’t answer any of my calls. Where’ve you been all day?” he asked before claiming her lips in a searing kiss.

“Dear God, everywhere, performing Cordonian duty!” she answered when they broke the kiss. “Looks like you’ve been putting up Christmas trees,” she observed.

“Yeah, the Santa Stop is officially in place. Only took an entire crew plus me.”  

Drake exhaled a long breath. “What time does this thing start? I could use food and a nap. Or quality alone time with my wife,” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Riley giggled as she tossed her phone onto the bed. “You grab a sandwich; I’ll grab a shower. Meet you back here in 10?”

“Only if there’s a massage in it for me. Manual labor reminds me I’ve let my gym routine slip a bit.”

Riley’s cream-colored sweater dress fell to the carpet. “Whatever you desire, Your Grace,” she purred in a sultry tone.

Drake grinned as he swatted her ass. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

He watched as she quickly stripped out of hosiery and undergarments, and then disappeared into the bathroom. Drake fished his phone out of his pocket, tossing it on the bed next to Riley’s. They had matching phones, cases, and passcodes.

They both wanted transparency in their marriage. Besides, they had the same friends and nothing to hide.

He grabbed a sandwich, holding it one hand; with the other, he struggled out of shirt. He frowned at the pine needles that fell from his hair and clothing. He took another huge bite of bread, meat, and cheese, deciding to join his wife; he had just unfastened his jeans when one of the phones vibrated.

Ten minutes later, Riley re-entered the bedroom; her hair was damp, the curls still dripping water. A fluffy white towel was wrapped around her body. “Ready or not, here I come!” she sang out.

Drake was sitting on the side of the bed, staring at his phone. His jaw was clenched, his eyes mere slits as he looked at the screen.

“Honey, you okay?” Riley asked, a thread of worry in her voice.

Drake stood slowly, anger clearly visible on his face. He held the phone up so Riley could see the screen.

She paled instantly.

“I don’t know how I am, Brooks,” he ground out the words through gritted teeth. “Care to tell me why the KING OF CORDONIA texted you a DICK PIC and says he misses you already?"

SGL x Riley B. (song inspo: Got to Be Real, Cheryl Lynn)

Liam grinned at Penelope as the couple did the electric slide across the banquet hall. It was the law firm’s annual holiday party, and the pair had joined in with about 50 other people on the parquet dance floor to groove to 70s disco and funk.

Penelope grinned back as she shimmied her shoulders and her hips swung side to side, in sync with the group. She had many failings as a girlfriend, but the woman could dance. Liam appreciated a good dancer.

Their bellies were full of catered steak and seafood, and both were pleasantly tipsy courtesy of the open bar. The song changed to something from the 80s with a slower beat, and he drew Penelope into an embrace; their bodies moved together as one. Liam softly sang along with the tune, his teeth occasionally nipping his girlfriend’s earlobe.

She laid her head against his chest. “This is so great, Li,” she murmured.

“Oh, it’ll get better once we’re back in our room,” he promised.

Liam had taken advantage of the discounted room rate for guests who didn’t want to travel back to DC from Reston, Virginia after a night of revelry.

Penelope giggled. “Merry Christmas.”

Meanwhile, in DC, Riley Renee Brooks was pretty wasted. It was three days before Christmas, and she was alone.

Drake had boarded a plane that morning, bound for Christmas in Texas while Riley went to work. While Riley ate a pizza lunch with Maxwell, Drake was picking up his rental car from the Austin airport. When Riley met some former co-workers for a comedy show after work, Drake was cooking dinner for his mom. After the show, Riley and her friends went out for drinks. Drake was asleep.

Riley was not a drinker, but she had to try something called Kinky Pink. That led to Kinky Green. And she couldn’t leave out Kinky Blue.

Kinky, while colorful and fruity, was pretty potent. Four drinks in, Riley was on her ass.

Her friends drove her home, helped her into her apartment, and made sure she was settled with aspirin and water before taking their leave.

Now she was naked, starfished on her bed thinking of how much she missed her boyfriend when she got the bright idea to take naked selfies to send him. If she could just find her phone …

Back in Reston, Liam was at the bar requesting a bottle of water. Two of them. The party was still going strong, but Liam intended to go strong later that night, so it was time to limit the intake. He glanced around, catching sight of Penelope at the blackjack table. By the look on her face, she was losing. Badly.

Perfect timing.

He would play a few hands, then take her upstairs. If he lost, she wouldn’t feel it was just her. If he won, she knew Liam would replace her loss. And she eaten and drank plenty on someone else’s dime, which would make her … appreciative.

Win-win.

Liam wished, not for the first time, that this relationship wasn’t so much work.

He was crossing the room when he felt his phone move in his jacket pocket. He stopped at a nearby table, dropping into an empty seat. He set the waters down, fished his phone out of his pocket, and unlocked the home screen. His eyes scanned through text messages; nothing new. Email had no notifications. WhatsApp … ahhhh, there it was. A message from Riley B.

His eyebrow raised slightly. Riley B. knew it was the night of the holiday party; she didn’t intrude when she knew Liam would be busy, whether it was work or pleasure. He wondered if it was an emergency. He quickly tapped on the chat; his eyes bugged as he fell into a coughing fit. The table’s occupants looked at him in concern, asking if he was okay.

A red-faced Liam nodded quickly. “Water went down the wrong pipe,” he offered in explanation.

No one mentioned that the bottles of water were unopened.

Liam looked at the phone again, his eyes growing wider and rounder in disbelief and lust. Staring back at him were two large breasts, almost golden in color with large areolas and long, milk chocolate nipples.

He was staring at Riley B.’s tits!

His cock immediately sprang to attention.

There was a second picture; with a trembling finger, Liam opened it and audibly gulped.

Riley B. was naked on her bed, resting on her haunches, with a dildo in her mouth.

The ENTIRE dildo.

Sweet Jesus come please us!

Liam was about to blow a load right there in the Hyatt Regency’s Ballroom A.

He looked around furtively; Penelope was still at the blackjack table, pouting. Liam knew he couldn’t just vanish on her. She was his date. His girlfriend. No, he couldn’t just disappear, but he could slip away for a few.

Riley B. was always a priority, but a naked Riley B.? Top priority.

He took several deep breaths, scooped the waters and hurried over to the casino area.

“Babe, I gotta go to the room real quick. Here, take this water and let me give you some cash so you can continue playing, okay?” His words spilled from his lips so quickly, he barely understood what he was saying.

Penelope looked up at him with watery blue eyes. “I’m losing, Li!”

“I know you are. Why don’t you go try the roulette wheel?” He handed her three 100-dollar bills.

Penelope smiled brightly. “Okay!” she chirped.

Liam nodded briefly at her before making a beeline for the doors. At the elevators, he repeatedly pressed the elevator button, muttering “c’mon, c’mon” until the doors opened. Once at his floor, he sprinted to his room while praying the front desk had taken care of the key issue he and Penelope had earlier at check-in.

Once inside, he pulled the curtains shut, closed the bathroom door, and fell back on the bed; his phone was in his hand, and Riley’s B.’s breasts once again filled his vision. He stared for a full minute, unzipping his pants in an effort to relieve the growing pressure in his crotch.

Liam dialed Riley’s number slowly, hoping against hope. For what, he didn’t know.

“CHELLO!” Riley slurred when she picked up.

“Riley B.! Are you okay?” Liam demanded.

“Why you callin’ me Liam’s name? You always say Brooks!”

Liam exhaled a small breath. Riley B. was drunk. As a skunk. He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed. The pictures weren’t meant for him. They were for Drake. Her boyfriend. And she was too inebriated to realize her mistake.

What he did know was his erection was gone; he quickly zipped his pants back up.

“It’s not Drake. It’s me, Liam.”

“Did you like the pictures, big boy?” She was attempting sexy, but her voice was whiny and screechy.

“You sent them to me, Riley B., not Drake.”

“You want me to send them to Liam?” Riley sounded confused. “Why? He would laugh at them. He doesn’t see me like that.”

The hell I would and the hell I don’t!

“You didn’t like the pictures, Drake?” Her voice was quavering as if she were on the verge of tears.

“I love them! That’s why I called as soon as I saw them.”

Liam gave up talking sense to his best friend. She was tore up from the floor up.

“I wanna do things with you when you get back!”

“We will.”

“Drake, I’m drunk. I drank Kinky shit tonight.” Riley’s voice was getting sleepy.

“You know you can’t drink like that, Riley B.,” he replied in a reproving tone.

“I miss you, is all. Everyone else is together for Christmas and I wish we were too.”

Liam closed his eyes, fighting the urge to leave Penelope at the hotel and rush over to Brookland.

“I’ll be home soon. Hey, you know what? Liam doesn’t have any plans for Christmas Eve; call him and see if he wants to hang out.”

“Did you really like the pictures?” Riley whined as her cadence slowed and her voice deepened.

“I loved them. And I love you. Now get some sleep.”

“Night night.”

Liam heard her fumble with the phone before she hung up; he ended the call and stared at the photos one last time before deleting them.

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Little Star (Glamrock Freddy x Reader)💛

| Glamrock Freddy x gn!reader | Warnings: none! Just some wholesome fluff | Freddy finds you upset and alone on your birthday and helps turn things around. |

Well. Wasn't this spectacular?

It was your birthday today, and it seemed you would be spending it alone. When you mentioned to your "friends" that you wanted to celebrate at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, they laughed.

Who cared how old you were, the pizzaplex was awesome! There had never been a cooler place to celebrate your birthday. Bonnie Bowl, Monty Golf, Fazerblast, Roxy Raceway (out of order but still cool), Mazercise, and much more. Even though your friends had teased you about the idea, they'd still show up...right?

Your party was scheduled to start at 1:30pm and it was now past 3:00pm.

You sat in the party room at a table in the far corner, watching the show on stage. The glamrocks were passionately performing a song, and there were tons of kids dancing along in front of the stage. You envied them. Your pizza had gone cold but you didn't care. You weren't in the mood to eat. How could your friends be so mean? You took another sip of your soda and sighed. Maybe you should just go home? At least there you could cry in the privacy of your own bedroom.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, that you hadn't noticed the show was over and the animatronics were walking around. It wasn't until you were tapped on the shoulder that you finally snapped back into reality.

"Hello there!" a cheerful voice said.

It was none other than Freddy Fazbear. The giant animatronic smiled and waved at you.

You looked up and gave him your best fake smile. "Hi."

Freddy's expression grew concerned. "Are you alright? You seem, sad."

Tears suddenly blurred your vision, and you started softly crying. You hugged yourself tight and tried to compose yourself, but all of the pent-up emotions were too strong.

Freddy sat down at your table and gently rubbed your back. "There, there, superstar. Tell me what's the matter?"

You sniffed and wiped your eyes. "M-my friends didn't show up f-for my birthday party." you stuttered. "Today's my birthday."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. That is truly awful." Freddy said sympathetically.

"They said the pizzaplex was for kids." you continued. "But I love it here! There's so many fun things to do and games to play." you turned towards the animatronic bear. "And there's you. Your band. You guys are my favorite part of this place. I know all your songs," you blushed at your admission. "I even have posters in my room of you guys. But you're my favorite Freddy, you always have been."

Freddy pat your head cheerfully. "That is most wonderful to hear, I am glad my friends and I can bring you such joy. Tell me, superstar, what is your name?"

You smiled. "My name's Y/n." you held out your hand. "Nice to finally meet you, Freddy."

Freddy gently shook your hand. "Y/n, a wonderful name for a wonderful person. It is a pleasure to meet you as well."

"I feel a little better now, thank you." you nodded. "I'm sure you've got other guests to talk to, I don't want to take up any more of your time."

"Nonsense Y/n, it is your birthday today! And since you did not have a good start to it, I will stay with you and help make it special." Freddy stood up and offered his hand. "Come with me, let's celebrate your birthday properly."

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You and Freddy spent the entire day together, having a blast. Freddy knew how to beat each of the games, so you ended up winning tons of tickets and getting some really cool prizes. He even won you a Glamrock Freddy plushie.

"For you, my special little star." Freddy handed the toy over and hugged you tight. "Happy birthday."

You had asked Freddy if he wanted to play fazerblast with you, but he seemed apprehensive.

"I would love to play with you, but the laser from the blasters temporarily blinds us. It is most uncomfortable. I secretly envy Monty and his sunglasses."

"Oh!" you set your backpack down and pulled out a pair of heart-shaped glasses. "You can wear these!" you said with a smile on your face.

Freddy took them and put them on.

"How do you like them?" you asked.

"They are strange," Freddy looked around. "But I think they will do the trick!"

You played 3 rounds of fazerblast to determine the winner. Freddy had a bit of a hard time adjusting to seeing out of the glasses at first, which was a little funny to watch. He kept stumbling around and accidentally bumping into the S.T.A.F. bots or the walls. You tried your best not to laugh, but it was quite the sight to see. You ended up winning since you were smaller and much quicker than Freddy. And you did run a little bit, against Freddy's warnings. He would gently scold you and remind you of the rules.

After fazerblast, you moved on to Bonnie Bowl. Freddy seemed a little saddened by being there, and you could only guess that it was due to Bonnie no longer being a part of the pizzaplex. Whenever he would stare sadly at the pictures of the purple rabbit or make a comment about how he missed his friend, you would offer him a hug or some comforting words. This seemed to cheer Freddy up a lot, and he thanked you many times for your kindness. Of course, since Freddy was a giant animatronic bear, he was much stronger than you and kept getting strikes. He sheepishly apologized every time and gave you tons of encouragement whenever it was your turn.

"You've got this Y/n!" Freddy cheered.

"Nice one! You're doing great!"

"Way to go superstar! I knew you could do it!"

You couldn't help but smile whenever Freddy would encourage you. No one had ever been so overwhelmingly supportive of you before. You appreciated his high fives and hugs, in fact, they made your cheeks flush. You could feel your smile grow whenever Freddy would turn his bright blue eyes towards you. There was nothing but laughter and smiles with him, and you enjoyed every moment.

Once you'd had your fill of winning games, you and Freddy got a ton of pizzas, soda, candy, and other treats and ate in his dressing room. You hadn't realized how hungry you were, and Freddy was concerned about the growling noises coming from you. He had thought you were malfunctioning or hurt until you explained what hunger was. He helped you order whatever you wanted, and made sure you didn't have to pay. By the time you were finished eating, you felt like going into hibernation. All that delicious food had made you sleepy. A yawn escaped your mouth as you stretched your arms.

"Are you alright?" Freddy questioned. "That noise you made, what was it?"

You laughed. It was cute the way Freddy inquired about your bodily functions. "It's just a yawn Freddy. It means I'm sleepy."

"Ah, I see. Well in that case," he stood up from his chair and knelt down to your spot on the floor. "You can stay here and recharge, I-I mean rest." Freddy lifted you into his arms and moved over to the couch as you laughed. He sat down and leaned back on the cushions, cradling you.

"I'm not a robot Freddy, I don't need to recharge."

"Apologies, I am not used to human terminology for things."

"It's okay, you're just funny is all." you smiled.

Even if your friends had shown up, you never would've had this much fun. In fact, you were glad they hadn't come. Real friends would never abandon each other like that. Today had been the best day of your life, no doubt. In fact, in your induced food coma, you were beginning to question if any of this was actually happening.

"Is this real?" you wondered out loud.

"Is what real, Y/n?" Freddy asked, tilting his head to the side.

"It feels like a dream. This whole day. It's been so perfect." you mused, your eyes becoming heavy. "I've never had such a fun time in my entire life."

Freddy chuckled and patted your head. "I can assure you Y/n, it is real. I am glad to hear you are having a better time than before. Everyone deserves to have a good birthday, especially you, superstar. You deserve it most of all."

"Thank you, Freddy. For being a good friend. A real friend." With one more yawn, you settled into Freddy's arms and shut your eyes. You were out cold within minutes.

Freddy pulled a small blanket over your sleeping frame and smiled. "Sweet dreams, my little star. And happy birthday."

[just-here-for-the-moment]

Tell me about Reader who’s only dated assholes (arrogant tech bros, flaky politicians, unfaithful artists, ghosting athletes, etc…) from different walks of life until she meets Frankie 👀 maybe pure FILTH ensues after a while, maybe… 👀 like. Pure fucking nasty filth. Also, beaches. 😊 maybe not at the same time tho sounds painful tbh

Ok this may have ended up softer than "filthy" but not by much!! Hope you enjoy Frankie and his magic hands, dude. Those Hands

Word count: 1200+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Frankie Morales x “You” (cis/het female reader, “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: coffee shop meet-cute; beach vacation; oral sex/F receiving; vaginal fingering; P/V sex; shower scene; mentions of food and alcohol

It was the hands you noticed first. Work-worn and calloused, but somehow also soft-looking. Big hands, nice hands, they held the door of the coffee shop open for you to enter as he left, and you almost tripped over the threshold with how distracted you were. You didn’t know you could be attracted to hands until you saw his, but somehow they were different from the soft, manicured hands of all the men you had dated before. Guys who only worked at keyboards in nice offices, who played golf or maybe drew sketches for upscale galleries, guys who didn’t mow their own lawns. Guys who got bored and left you after five days or seven weeks or four months. You hoped you would see him again.

And a week later you did, and then a few days after that, and then again the next day. And then one day you timed it just right, or he did, and you actually ended up in line together. And when you both picked up your orders, you ended up sort of fighting to give the other person the last open seats, a little two-top table, until you both just laughed and decided to sit with a stranger. Well, a nice stranger anyway. And there’s no way to sit at a tiny 2-person table like that without talking, and so it was very nice to find out that the pair of nice hands belonged to a nice man who finally gave you his name, and by the end of the conversation, his number. And so that’s how you ended up with ‘Frankie Morales’ listed in your phone and a date for the following Saturday.

And oh, wow, what those hands could do. Over the next few weeks you found out how warm they felt holding your hand, how well they fit around the side of your hip as you walked, how good they felt cupping your jaw for a kiss, and how thick they were when he slid them inside of you while he worked magic with his talented tongue.

Weeks turned into months turned into a year, and then suddenly there was an anniversary weekend to plan and a beach vacation to arrange, and you found yourself laying on a white sand beach holding one of those big hands in yours as you napped under an umbrella. You were just drifting off when Frankie’s big hand gave yours a squeeze. You cracked your eyes to watch him walk away, because you never got tired of that particular view, the broad shoulders and the golden skin and the easy confidence he carried himself with. Your Frankie.

And then he came back and offered you a cold drink and you sat up and brushed his fingers with yours as you took the cup and smiled at him over your sunglasses. And when he smiled back little stars burst behind your navel, better than butterflies because the starbursts were backed up by 365 days of knowing what those hands and lips and body could do, to you and with you and for you.

And the afternoon passed in lazy naps on the beach blanket interspersed with squealing moments in the water, Frankie splashing you or carrying you piggyback into the waves. And one big wave knocking your sunglasses loose into the water, lost forever until Frankie gives you his to wear, and tells you how cute you look with his big aviators on. And then the sun sets and it’s time to go wash up, have a romantic dinner, take a bottle of wine back to your beach view room. And when it’s dark you turn off all the lights and let the moon stream in through your open balcony door.

Frankie takes his time with you that first night, working you open with his lovely soft lips and tongue, licking and swirling you up into knots of desire until his fingers push you over the edge and you burst into pieces, moaning wordless sounds into the salt-scented night air that’s rolling through the room. And then he does it again, one more time just to feel you squeeze his fingers hard before he strokes himself and slides into you with hardly any friction at all. You cling to him with your arms and legs wrapped as tight as you can until he chases his own high and pins it down inside of you, thrusting into you and releasing his own deep groans, then making you sigh with contentment as he tucks you under his big arm to sleep.

The second day passes in a blur of laughter and a boat trip, sightseeing and catching a few precious glimpses of dolphins, and then more beach time and dinner. And another long night of lovemaking in your room, but this time with Frankie taking you on your hands and knees, feeling him pound deep inside of you, hitting that ticklish spot over and over as you gaze out the balcony door over the moonlit ocean. And then again at 1:00 a.m. when you wake up and feel Frankie’s cock hard against you as you snuggle, and you shift your hips back into him, and bump him playfully until he wakes up. And then you straddle him and he cups your breasts with those big hands as you grind against him and make him moan in the near dark.

And you wake up the next morning and he’s absent from the bed, but you hear him in the shower and you sneak in to join him. And Frankie puts those hands to good use one more time, scrubbing your back and rubbing suds all over you, tip to toe, and then rinsing you off before he makes you come on his fingers. He wraps you tight with your back to his broad chest, one big hand under your ribs and the other rubbing tight circles into your clit and dipping up inside of you by turns until you collapse and shatter for him and then come back to yourself. And then you kiss him and tell him you love him and he says it back, and you know he means it.

And you wonder how you did this before, without Frankie. How you put up with the arrogance and the dullness of the disinterested men that you dated. How you ever believed that they were worth your time. Because now you see it, the way that Frankie uses his hands and his whole heart to love you. How he listens to you and sees you, how you won’t ever be alone as long as he’s there.

And you dress and go down to breakfast and intertwine your fingers with his beside your orange juice, and you lift his hand to yours and kiss his magic fingers one by one. And he just looks at you, glowing at you like you’re the sweetest thing he’ll ever see. And then he tells you how soft your lips are, and how much he’s looking forward to tonight. And you tuck into your breakfast and you swear nothing has ever tasted this good in your life, because you’re finally with the right person, and that makes all the difference in the world.

--- Frankie "Catfish" Morales character masterlist Just-here-for-the-moment’s main masterlist

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[hispipsqueak]

Forever

Hanta Sero x F!Reader NSFW

Summary: After years of being together, you and Sero decide to reminisce in the best way possible.

WC: 2.2K

A/N: Hi friends! Sero is one of those characters that I truly see as good husband material and I wanted to express some of those feelings in this piece. I know for a lot of us, especially in my age range, growing up and leaving that age of “dumb teenager/early 20′s mess” to “adult with responsibilities” is a big change and I hope that is reflected a bit in this. Also, there’s car sex. So that’s fun :D As always, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! Thanks for reading <3 P.S: CAN WE TALK ABOUT SERO IN THE NEW EP??? ahhhh

TW: car sex, adulting/getting older, domestic relationship, daddy kink, breeding kink, mentions of drug use

Sero's eyes stared at the glowing screen, trying to comprehend the information yet again.

His gaze darted toward the corner, 3:36 A.M., and he yawned, before blinking and trying to re-read the document again. 

"Hey pretty boy." 

The smell of jasmine perfume and honey wafted in and he smiled sleepily as you ran your fingers through his shaggy black hair.

"Mm...I know, I know." He muttered, nuzzling into your touch. You were his rock, always making sure he ate well and slept enough, making sure he wouldn't overwork himself. Sero thought back to your UA days of sneaking out at 3 AM to some fast food joint and getting stoned while eating greasy fries in the back of his car. Time sure flew, huh?

You rested your head on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his neck.

"Come to bed. Paperwork will still be there in the morning, I promise.", you muttered into his soft skin. He relented and pulled himself out of the chair, twirling you around so he had you pressed against the wall.

His eyes roamed your face. You were still gorgeous as the day he first laid eyes on you in high school.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Hanta?" you whispered. He grinned, that toothy smirk that you fell in love with unchanged after all these years, and kissed you. 

"Just reminiscing. Thinking about how far we've come. Remember when we were annoying teenagers, sneaking out of the dorms?" 

"I'm pretty sure we are the reason for Aizawa's grey hairs now. Remember when your van broke down and we had to beg Bakugo to pick us up at 4 A.M.?" you giggled back, thinking of the blonde's angry scolding the entire ride home.

The two of you chuckled quietly, thinking about the years past. You glanced down at your hand, the sparkling diamond that adorned it shining in the dim room. 

"I remember the day you proposed too. I'm pretty sure I thought you were going to dump me." you teased.

Even in the dark, you could see his face flush and his eyes narrow.

"I was NERVOUS. I was trying to ask the love of my life to spend the rest of our lives together and you just sat there being beautiful and Denki spent the day before trying to convince me to do a flash mob and it was a LOT of pressure!"

"You literally started off with, 'We've had some bad times, and some good times, and this was fun'." You laughed, picturing his face that day. He was sweating bullets and your heart was sinking, thinking he was ending it. He had been so secretive and weird the weeks prior, as opposed to his normally chilled out demeanor. 

Sero kissed your forehead.

"I still have no idea why you said yes, but you're stuck with me, babe." He clinked his matching band against yours, a gesture the two of you did to remind yourselves of your unbreakable bond. 

His long arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him and you buried yourself into his chest, smelling his citrus-scented soap. He rested his chin on your hair. 

"When did we get so old, Y/N?" He whispered, his eyes looking at the walls behind you. Pictures of the two of you decorated the house. The pair of you in matching sunglasses at the beach, a group photo of you two and the squad at dinner after the aforementioned proposal, a candid on your wedding day, and then the two of you holding your twin boys.

"I'm pretty sure after we became parents." you mumbled into his chest, your sleepiness apparent in your voice. "I think once I had to say Daddy in a non-sexual way, was when I realized we were old." 

Sero chuckled quietly, his hands squeezing your waist. 

"But, we're still cool right? We aren't our parents." 

You looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

"Hanta, are you worried about getting older?"

He closed his eyes. 

"Not worried as much as...I just...I don't wanna be an old guy who drives a minivan and talks about retirement and golf."

Your eyes widened and you burst into laughter.

"Baby, I'm pretty sure you would never take up golf."

Sero pouted and you grinned before continuing.

"But in all seriousness, we aren't the kids we were in high school. Maybe we can't pull all nighters and still function the next day, and maybe we have to be parents who eat more vegetables and less french fries. But it's also nice to have a car that doesn't require a running start to move, and have a house instead of sneaking in and out of each other's dorm rooms. And you know, the kids are KIND OF cool."

He nodded.

"They are pretty cool kids."

You cupped his face, tilting him towards you.

"If I have to grow old with someone, I'm glad it's with you."

His face flushed and he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. You gently tugged at the longer hair behind his ears as you kissed him back. He let out a low groan and his hands kneaded at your curves, squeezing your ass and hips.

Finally, the two of you broke apart, breathless and grinning. He pressed his forehead to yours.

"How about…we reminisce a little more? Maybe...in the car, for old time's sake?"

You nodded and the two of you headed to the garage, trying to stay as quiet as possible to not wake up the kids. Sero opened the car door and the two of you slid in the backseat, giggling like teenagers. 

You straddled him and could feel his cock through his joggers. He groaned as you grinded against it, teasing him with hungry hot kisses to his neck. 

“You’re such a tease, princess.” He whispered before tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. Your body shivered at his touch. Even after all this time, he made you feel like a lovestruck schoolgirl. You ran your hands down his toned chest, his body lean from hero work, and slid your fingers underneath his shirt.

Sero took this as an invitation to pull off his black tank top and you did the same to your sleeping shirt, an old band tee that you snagged from him. His hands cupped your breasts, slowly kneading the soft flesh as he placed soft kisses on your collarbone and shoulder.

“Mmm...you’re so fucking beautiful. How the hell did I get so damn lucky, babe?” He said between kisses. Sero had a way of making you feel like the sexiest woman in the world and you couldn’t help but smile as he worshipped your breasts, kissing and licking his way down till he latched his mouth over your nipple. 

Using his other hand to tweak and tug at the hardened bud, he alternated between the two, sucking and leaving soft bites. Your back arched involuntarily, pushing your chest deeper into his mouth as you moaned.

“Fuck…need you Hanta.”

His long fingers worked their way down your belly, tracing circular patterns as he reached your sex. He ran a finger across your slit, barely parting your folds.

“What do you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”

“Please...please touch me. Please daddy.” you begged, grinding yourself against him for the smallest amount of friction. You could feel yourself leaving a mess on his sweatpants, but you needed his touch.

He let out a deep chuckle.

“So desperate, huh baby? Let daddy take care of you.” You bit your lip as he plunged two fingers into your cunt. The length, combined with the hooking motion had you gasping. He continued to plunge in and out of your sopping heat as you rocked against him. Your thighs tensed, threatening to close on his arm. He maneuvered the two of you so you were laying on your back across the seat, his hand gripping your soft thighs, holding you in place as he finger-fucked you.

“Take it like a good girl baby. Let daddy make you feel good. You look so beautiful for me baby.” He praised you as he pushed deeper into you. You could feel him hit spots in you that made you see stars. All you could do was lay back and cry from the overwhelming pleasure that clouded your brain.

“Fuck...daddy, gonna cum soon!” you wailed, eyes rolling back. Hanta then chose this moment to pull his fingers from you, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing. You let out a frustrated whimper, tears leaking from your eyes.

“I’m so sorry baby, but I promise I’m gonna make it all better. You trust me baby?” He asked, his eyes dark with desire and something primal.

You nodded, sniffling at the shock of your orgasm being ripped from you. He tapped your lips with his fingers,still dripping of your arousal. Obediently, you opened and sucked on the two fingers, tasting yourself. 

“Look how good you taste baby. You’re such a good girl for me. I want you to lick up every last drop from my fingers. Can you do that for daddy?” He asked, grinning.

Nodding dumbly, you slurped down every bit of yourself from his hand. He pressed against your tongue, making you gag around him. You looked up at him, drool falling from the corners of your mouth. 

Hanta felt his cock twitch. Fuck you looked so sexy, so fucked and in love. He could see the devotion in your eyes as you looked at him awaiting his next instructions.

He pulled his hand back, strings of saliva hanging off of his calloused fingers. He propped himself above you so he was looking right down at your gorgeously fucked out face.

“You ready baby? You ready to take all of Daddy’s cock?” He asked, tugging your shorts down and lining himself up with your entrance. Your fingers found their way to his neck, tugging him close to you. The two of you shared a deep kiss, exchanging unspoken promises and memories before breaking apart. You nodded, looking deep into his eyes.

“Always."

Hanta felt his face flush, before slowly pressing into your tight heat. You bit your lip. No matter how many times the two of you had done this, you still had to prepare for his length. He wasn’t the thickest but his cock was long and lean just like him, with a curve that pressed itself right against your most sensitive spots.

“Fuck...you feel so good for me. You’re squeezing me so well baby.” He murmured, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your body. His hands ran up and down your sides as he looked down at you and he gave you a small grin as he pinched your hip. You dug your fingertips into his shoulder blades, pulling him flush against you.

“Oh fuck you feel so good.” You rocked your hips against him, rolling yourself onto his cock. He took this as a cue to go faster and started to piston deeper inside of you, his balls slapping against your ass. His tip slammed against your walls, burying him deeper inside you. Moans and sighs filled the backseat and you gripped him tightly.

“That’s it babe, that’s it. Taking daddy so fucking deep. Fuck you’re sucking me in so well. I might have to knock you up again if you keep it up. You want that princess? Want daddy to put another baby inside you?” Hanta panted, hungrily kissing your neck and shoulder as he fucked into you faster. His teeth nipped at the thin skin and you cried out, from a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Answer me baby girl.”

“Y-yes daddy! Please fill me up with your cum. Need you so bad. Wan’a have your baby.” You moaned, delirious from him. The windows to the car were foggy and sweat ran down your bodies as you repeatedly crashed into each other, and yet all you could feel was him, all you wanted was to stay with him and please him as much as you could.

He could feel his release rapidly approaching. His hand snaked down to your clit and he pressed tight circles to the sensitive bud. Your back arched from the seat as you moaned out a mixture of curses and begs. Your mindless babbling spurred him on more. He wanted to keep fucking you, make it so you couldn’t remember your own name, drive you insane with desire and want.

“Tell me who’s fucking you so good baby. Who’s making you feel so fucking good? Who’s cum do you want to fill that tight little pussy of yours?” He breathed out, slamming into you impossibly faster.

“Daddy daddy daddy - DADDY!” you chanted, your mind fuzzy as you tightened around him, creaming on his cock. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rode out your high on his cock as your eyes fluttered and your mouth dropped open.

“That’s it, that’s it, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned out as he released into you, filling you with his seed. His cock twitched, spurting his load into you and his fingers gripped your hips, holding you tightly as he filled you up.

The two of you panted, breathing hard as you came down from your highs, slowly moving into a position where he could hold you. He moved some strands of hair, plastered to your face with sweat, and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“I love you.” 

You grinned, sleepiness overtaking your body as you leaned into him, your lips pressing against his skin.

“Forever.”

[sylvies-chen]

From one bisexual disaster to another, going to try to make you smile with this ask:

Rank the characters of PD and/or the main characters of Fire (your choice of who!) from most attractive to attractive (cause let’s be honest, they’re all 🔥)

AHHH, what happened to bi disaster solidarity? This is going to be torture!! You’ve definitely made me smile though, I love an excuse to look at pictures of the hottest casts out there 👀🥵 This list will not be objective at all, but rather about my personal taste. Anyway, this is my destiny as a bisexual lol. Enjoy :)

Chicago PD list:

Kevin Atwater: LISTEN. This man is Fine with a capital F! He’s everything to me, from the arms to the colourful shirts to the eyes, he’s just 10/10. My tag for Kevin is #that’s my mannnn‼️ which is telling enough.

Hailey Upton: as a bisexual, it is my civic duty to love Tracy Spiridakos. That’s just a fact! I know Hailey’s straight but her tomboy style and abundance of flannel is just amazing. She’s the kind of hot that’s almost intimidating, like a hey mamas lesbian or a male model

Kim Burgess: ah my best girl Kim!! Marina is as cute as she is hot and that perfect balance just hits different. Also I’m pretty sure reading @kim-ruzek’s Kim centric WLW fics made me like 20% gayer and that is absolutely because of Kim

Adam Ruzek: I have one word for this one and that is FLANNEL. This man keeps his beard well-maintained, rocks sunglasses, wears constant flannel, and that combo makes me quake in my boots. Oh, and if he called me Darlin? I would absolutely MELT OH FUCK

Jay Halstead: Jay’s attractiveness lies in Jesse’s piercing eyes. Also, THIGH HOLSTER JAY. That is what made me fall in love with him in the first place. Also, and I can’t explain this, but Jesse loves golf and looks EXACTLY like the kind of person who would??? In a hot way?? Anyway, sniper Jay and thigh holster Jay FTW!! (@sylviebrettsey)

Hank Voight: Self-explanatory?? I know some people find him hot but like… not my type lol

Anyway, that’s my ranking for PD which, I’ll be honest with you, was EXTREMELY PAINFUL but fun! I hope no one kills me for this ranking though so before you folks come in my comments lemme just say I think they’re all extremely attractive! Also, I’m saving the Fire characters because I was planning on doing this ridiculously stupid but fun post where I describe what extremely specific type of attractive each character is 😂

[wjbsart]

A complete, very long list of all GBoard-combinable emojis because I can't find one anywhere.

Ok so for those who haven't seen my stuff (or have only seen my Bionicle posts), I sometimes emoji mashup redraws, with the recent fourth one using GBoard-based fusions. Frustratingly, there's no actual list of fusion-compatible emojis, so I'll attempt to compile them, in a list below the "Read More" thing:

Green/▢ = compatible with fusion Blue/△ = only works with certain emojis Red/◯ = not compatible with fusion

Also, since other people's terms for specific emojis might not match up with mine, I recommend using CTRL+F and then doing this to find the specific emoji you're looking for. This list is in the order presented in GBoard's Emoji menu. Some of them will be generic unicode symbols, I don't know how to change that, sorry for the inconvenience. Also, I won't aknowledge multi-category Emoji.

Smileys and Emoticons

😀Open-mouthed smile▢

😃Wide-eyed smile▢

😄Closed-eyed smile▢

😁Closed-eyed grin▢

😆Laughing▢

😅Sweating smile▢

😂Cry-laughing▢

🤣Cry-ROFLing▢

😭Crying▢

😗Kissing▢

😙Kissing, closed eyes▢

😚Kissing, blushing▢

😘Kissing, winking w/ heart▢

🥰Surrounded by hearts▢

😍Heart-eyes▢

🤩Star-eyes▢

🥳Noisemaker and party-hat▢

🤗Hugging▢

🙃Upside-down▢

🙂Smile▢

☺Blushing, smiling▢

😊Blushing▢

😏Looking off to the side▢

😌Relieved▢

😉Winking▢

🤭Hand over mouth▢

😶Nightmare fuel Mouthless▢

😐Neutral▢

😑-_-▢

😔Pensive▢

😋Licking lips▢

😛Tongue out▢

😝Tongue out, eyes closed▢

😜Tongue out, winking▢

🤪Tongue out, wide-eyed▢

🤔Hmmm▢

🤨Suspicious▢

🧐Monocle▢

🙄Rolling eyes▢

😒Unamused▢

😤Snorting▢

😠Angry▢

😡Angry, red▢

🤬Swearing▢

���Frown▢

🙁Frown but less▢

😕Confused▢

😟Distraught▢

🥺Pleading▢

😳AWOOGA Flushed▢

😬Yikes▢

🤐Zip▢

🤫Shushing▢

😰Distraught, sweating▢

😧Distraught, shocked▢

😦Distraught, neutral▢

😮Open mouth▢

😯Open mouth, surprised▢

😲Shocked▢

😱Horrified▢

🤯Your head asplode Mind blown▢

😢Crying, single tear▢

😥Crying, less sad▢

😓Sweating▢

😞Dissapointed▢

😖Pained▢

😣Persevering▢

😩Weary▢

😫Tired▢

🤤Drooling▢

😴Sleeping▢

😪Sleeping but different?▢

🌛Left-facing moon▢

🌜Right-facing moon▢

🌚New moon face◯

🌝Full moon face◯

🌞The sun▢

🤢Queasy▢

🤮Vomiting▢

🤧Sneezing▢

🤒Unwell▢

🤕Bandaged▢

🥴Drunk▢

😵Dizzy▢

🥵Hot▢

🥶Cold▢

😷Masked up▢

😇Angel▢

🤠yee haw▢

🤑Money-tongue▢

😎Cool▢

🤓Nerd▢

🤥Lying▢

🤡Clown▢

👻Ghost▢

💩Poop▢

👽Ayy lmao Alien▢

🤖Robot▢

🎃Jack-o-Lantern▢

😈Demon 1▢

👿Demon 2▢

👹Oni◯

👺Tengu◯

☠Skull and crossbones▢

🔥Fire▢

💫Star with trail▢

⭐Star▢

🌟Star with bits▢

✨Stars▢

⚡Lightning◯

💥Explosion◯

💯100△

💢Anime anger symbol◯

💨Steam▢

💦Sweat Droplets▢

💤Zzz▢

🕳Hole▢

🎉Party popper▢

🎊Confetti ball▢

😺😸😹😻😼😽🙀😿😾Literally all the "cat in different emotions" emojis▢

❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤Literally all the coloured hearts△

♥Heart suit▢

💘Heart with arrow▢

💝Heart with ribbon▢

💖Shiny heart▢

💗Growing heart▢

💓Beating heart▢

💞Swirling hearts▢

💕Two hearts▢

💌Love letter▢

💟Heart in square▢

❣Heart exclamation mark▢

💔Broken heart▢

💋Kiss▢

👥Two silhouettes◯

👤Silhouette◯

🗣Talking silhouette◯

👣Footprints◯

🧠Brain◯

🦠Microbe▢

🦷Tooth◯

🦴Bone◯

💀Skull▢

👀Eyes◯

👁Eye▢

👄Lips◯

👅Tongue◯

👃👂🦶🦵💪👍👎👏🙌👐Every other body part and hand gesture, seriously this isn't even all of them◯

People

Seriously, I don't know why none of the people-category emojis are Fusion-compatible. Let's just move on.◯

Animals and Nature

💐Bunch of flowers▢

🌹Rose▢

🥀Wilted rose◯

🌷Tulip▢

🌺Hibiscus flower◯

🌸Cherry blossom▢

🏵Rosette◯

🌻Sunflower◯

🌼Daisy▢

💮White flower◯

🍂Falling leaves◯

🍁Maple leaf◯

🌾Rice plants◯

🌱Seedling◯

🌿Herb◯

🍃Falling leaves again◯

☘3-leaf clover◯

🍀4-leaf clover◯

🌵Cactus▢

🌴Palm tree◯

🌳Deciduous tree◯

🌲Coniferous tree▢

🏞National park◯

⛰Mountain◯

🌊Wave◯

🌬Wind◯

🌀Tornado symbol◯

🌁Foggy scene◯

🌫Fog▢

🌪Tornado▢

☃Snowman (with snow)▢

⛄Snowman (without snow)▢

❄Snowflake

🏔Mountain with snow◯

🌡Thermometer◯

🌋Volcano◯

🏜Desert◯

🏝Desert island◯

🏖Beach◯

🌅Sunrise/set (water)◯

🌄Sunrise/set (mountains)◯

☀Sun▢

🌤Sun with cloud◯

⛅Sun and cloud◯

🌥Cloud with sun◯

🌦Sun and cloud with rain◯

☁Cloud▢

🌨Snowcloud◯

⛈Stormcloud◯

🌩Thundercloud◯

🌧Raincloud◯

💧Drop◯

☔Umbrella with rain◯

🌈Rainbow▢

✨Sparkles▢

🌙Crescent Moon◯

☄Comet◯

🌠Shooting star▢

🌌Milky Way◯

🌉Bridge◯

🌆City in the evening▢

🌃City at night▢

🌍🌏🌎Earth▢

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘The moon◯

🙈🙉🙊🐵Monkeys, wise or not▢

🦁Lion face▢

🐯Tiger face◯

🐱Cat face▢

🐶Dog face◯

🐺Wolf face◯

🐻Bear face▢

🐨Koala face▢

🐼Panda face▢

🐹Hamster face◯

🐭Mouse face◯

🐰Rabbit face▢

🦊Fox face◯

🦝Raccoon face◯

🐮Cow face◯

🐷Pig face▢

🐽Pig nose▢

🐗Boar head◯

🦓Zebra head◯

🦄Unicorn head▢

🐴Horse head◯

🐸Frog face◯

🐲Dragon head◯

🦎Lizard◯

🐉Dragon◯

🦖T-Rex◯

🦕Diplodocus◯

🐢Turtle▢

🐊Crocodile◯

🐍Snake◯

🐁Mouse▢

🐀Rat◯

🐇Rabbit▢

🐈Cat▢

🐩Poodle◯

🐕Dog◯

🐅Tiger◯

🐆Leopard◯

🐎Horse◯

🐖Pig▢

🐄Cow◯

🐂Bull◯

🐃Water buffalo◯

🐏Ram◯

🐑Sheep◯

🐐Goat▢

🦌Deer▢

🦙Llama▢

🦘Kangaroo◯

🐘Elephant◯

🦏Rhinoceros◯

🦛Hippopotamus◯

🦒Giraffe◯

🐒Monkey▢

🦍Gorilla◯

🐪🐫Camels◯

🐿Squirrel (why does the squirrel of all things have a Unicode symbol?)◯

🦡Badger◯

🦔Hedgehog▢

🦇Bat▢

🐓Cockerel/rooster◯

🐔Chicken◯

🐣🐥🐤Chicks◯

🐦Bird▢

🦉Owl▢

🦅Eagle◯

🦜Parrot◯

🕊Dove◯

🦢Swan◯

🦚Peacock◯

🦃Turkey◯

🦆Duck◯

🐧Penguin◯

🦈Shark◯

🐬Dolphin◯

🐋🐳Whales◯

🐟Fish▢

🐠Tropical fish◯

🐡Pufferfish◯

🦐Prawn◯

🦞Lobster◯

🦀Crab◯

🦑Squid◯

🐙Octopus▢

🦂Scorpion▢

🕷Spider▢

🕸Spiderweb◯

🐚Shell◯

🐌Snail▢

🐜Ant◯

🦗Grasshopper◯

🦟Mosquito◯

🐝Bee▢

🐞Ladybird◯

🦋Butterfly◯

🐛"Bug" yeah sure ok◯

🐾Pawprints◯

Food and Drink

🍓Strawberry▢

🍒Cherry◯

🍎Red apple◯

🍉Watermelon◯

🍑Peach◯

🍊Orange◯

🥭Mango◯

🍍Pineapple▢

🍌Banana◯

🍋Lemon▢

🍈Melon◯

🍏Green apple◯

🍐Pear◯

🥝Kiwi◯

🍇Grapes◯

🥥Coconut◯

🍅Tomato◯

🌶Chili▢

🍄Mushroom◯

🥕Carrot◯

🍠Sweet potato◯

🌽Corn◯

🥦Broccoli◯

🥒Cucumber◯

🥬Lettuce◯

🥑Avocado▢

🍆Aubergine◯

🥔Potato◯

🌰Nut◯

🥜Peanuts◯

🍞Bread▢

🥐Croissant◯

🥖Baguette▢

🥯Bagel◯

🥞Pancakes◯

🍳Frying pan◯

🥚Egg (somehow)◯

🧀Cheese▢

🥓Bacon◯

🥩Meat◯

🍗Chicken leg◯

🍖Anime meat◯

🍔Burger◯

🌭Hotdog▢

🥪Sandwich◯

🥨Pretzel◯

🍟Chips◯

🍕Pizza◯

🌮Taco◯

🌯Wrap◯

🥙Stuffed flatbread◯

🥘Paella◯

🍝Spaghetti◯

🥫Can◯

🥣Bowl◯

🥗Salad◯

🍲Pot of food◯

🍛Curry◯

🍜Noodles◯

🍣Sushi◯

🍤Fried prawn◯

🥡Takeaway container◯

🍚Cooked rice◯

🍱Bento◯

🥟Dumpling◯

🍢Oden◯

🍙Jelly Donut Rice ball◯

🍘Rice cracker◯

🍥Fishcake◯

🍡Dango◯

🥠Fortune cookie◯

🥮Moon cake◯

���Shave ice◯

🍨Ice cream◯

🍦See above◯

🥧Pie◯

🍰Cake slice◯

🍮Custard mate what kinda custard have you been eating, this is clearly a créme caramel◯

🎂Birthday cake▢

🧁Cupcake▢

🍭Lollipop◯

🍬Boiled sweet◯

🍫Chocolate◯

🍩Donut◯

🍪Cookie◯

🍯Honey◯

🧂Salt◯

🍿Popcorn◯

🥤Soft drink◯

🥛Milk◯

🍼Baby bottle◯

🍵Green tea◯

☕Coffee▢

🍺Beer◯

🍻Beers, plural◯

🥂Champagne glasses◯

🍾Champagne◯

🍷Red red wine◯

🥃Whiskey◯

🍸Martini◯

🍹Cocktail◯

🍶Sake◯

🥢Chopsticks◯

🍴Knife and fork▢

🥄Spoon◯

🔪Kitchen knife◯

🍽Plate▢

Travel and Places

🛑🎡Everything from the stop sign to Ferris wheel◯

🎠Merry-go-round horse▢

🎪🏕Everything from circus tent to campsite◯

🌇City at sunset yes I'm surprised as you are▢

🛤Train tracks◯

🛣Road◯

🗺Map◯

🗾Japan is an island by the sea filled with volcanoes and it's beautifuul!◯

🌐Globe with meridian lines▢

💺Plane seat◯

🧳Luggage◯

Activities and Events

🎈Balloon▢

🎀Bow◯

🎁Present◯

🎇Sparkler◯

🎆Fireworks◯

🧨Dynamite Firecracker◯

🧧Red envelope◯

🎐Wind chime◯

🎏Fish streamers◯

🎎Japanese dolls (that's what the emoji's called, don't @ me with the actual name for them)◯

🎑Moon viewing ceremony◯

🎍Pine decoration◯

🎋Tanabata◯

🎄Christmas tree▢

🎗Ribbon△

🥇🥈🥉🏅🎖Medals◯

🏆Trophy◯

📣Megaphone◯

🥅Goal◯

⚽⚾🥎🏀🏐🏈🏉🎾🏸🥍🏏🏑🏒SPORTS◯

🥌Curling stone◯

🛷Rosebud Sled◯

🎿Ski◯

⛸Skate◯

⛳Golf-hole◯

🎯Target◯

🏹Bow◯

🥏Frisbee◯

🎣Fishing rod▢

🎽Running shirt◯

🥋Martial arts uniform◯

🥊Boxing glove◯

🎱8-ball◯

🏓Ping-pong◯

🎳Bowling◯

♟Chess◯

🧩Puzzle piece◯

🎮Controller◯

🕹Joystick◯

👾Videogame alien◯

🔫Gun◯

🎲Dice◯

🎰Slot machine◯

🎴Flower playing card◯

🀄Mahjong tile◯

🃏Joker◯

🎩Top hat◯

📷📸Camera◯

🖼Painting◯

🖌Paintbrush◯

🖍Crayon◯

🧵String◯

🧶Wool◯

🎼🎵🎶Music▢

🎷🎺🎸🎻🥁Instruments◯

🎤Mic◯

🎧Headphones▢

🎚🎛🎙📻Assorted audio stuff◯

📺TV◯

📼VHS◯

📹Camcorder◯

📽Projector◯

🎥Film camera◯

🎞Film◯

🎬Clapperboard◯

🎭Comedy and tragedy masks◯

🎫🎟Tickets◯

Objects

📱🧻Everything from smartphone to toilet roll◯

🧸Teddy bear▢

🧷🧢Everything from safety pin to baseball cap◯

👑Crown▢

🎒💍Everything from backpack to ring◯

💎Diamond▢

💄👓Everything from lipstick to glasses◯

🕶Sunglasses▢

🥽📁Everything from goggles to folder◯

🕶Newspaper▢

🗞🔎Everything from rolled-up newspaper to right-pointing magnifying glass◯

🔮Crystal ball▢

🧿🔓Everything from Nazar amulet to open lock◯

Symbols

There are no compatible non-repeated Emoji here.◯

Flags

Aaaaand none here either.◯

Feel free to let me know if I got anything wrong.