#How Golf Tournaments Work

[hotchner-edu]

Morning Pick-Me-Up (Drabble) | Aaron Hotchner

Synopsis: Aaron makes it a habit to get his morning fix of you to start his day off. Based off of this (thank you, @thishauntedhouse)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings: fluff, aaron being too perfect (read at your own risk)

You were accustomed to waking up a few hours after Aaron's left the house, his side of the bed cold with only the lingering scent of his cologne to keep you company.

Aaron's job often required him to be out of the house by ungodly hours, and you realize just how much he must be suffering when you look through his alarms.

Your feet are currently on his lap as he enjoys a rare day off, watching a golf tournament as he waits for the coffee to brew.

"Geez, honey. You don't have any fun games on your phone at all." You sigh in amusement, scrolling through the whopping two pages on his homescreen, littered with the default apps and Candy Crush.

"I have Candy Crush." He defends with a grin and squeezes your foot lovingly.

Shaking your head, you mindlessly scroll through his phone and end up on the clock app.

"How do you have only like three alarms?" You mumble with a frown. "I would need like seventy if I had to wake up as early as you."

Aaron chuckles and begins to fidget by massaging your feet as commercials begin running again. "That's because your sleep schedule is so sporadic, honey."

Grumbling in defeated acknowledgement, you look at the time for his alarms. "Why do you have an alarm at 5:20 and another at 5:25?" You ask, knowing he usually was very good about not falling back asleep after waking up.

Aaron gives a small shrug as he looks down with a smile, looking as though it was an inside joke that amused him. "It's just something that helps me."

"You're so weird." Your voice is incredibly fond as you tease him, only interrupted by a gasp as he starts tickling your feet in retaliation. "Mercy! Wait! Have mercy!"

The very next morning, Aaron has to return to work and your mind rouses back to consciousness before he's even awake. You huff softly as you blink awake, eyes bleary as the morning twilight filters through the curtains and paints the bedroom in hues of blues and grays.

This was possibly the first time you'd ever woken up before Aaron, and you would be inclined to celebrate if it didn't feel like your eyelids were being dragged down by an invisible force.

As your eyelids droop back down and you prepare to snooze again, Aaron's phone vibrates on the nightstand and his alarm chimes incessantly. The grating noise only continues for another thirty seconds before you feel Aaron shifting his arm off of your waist with a groan, reaching to turn the alarm off.

Instead of getting up to stretch or play Candy Crush in the five minute intermission between his alarms, he places his phone back down with a gentle thud and curls closer to your body. His warm chest is pressed against your back as he carefully wraps both of his arms around your body, kissing your head sweetly.

One of his hands gently rubs your warm stomach as he seems to bask in your presence. He whispers a small 'I love you' into your hair as his arms give a small squeeze.

Your heart flutters as you realize just why he gives himself a little grace period every morning.

The five minutes are over too soon as his second alarm rings and he huffs softly. He reaches to turn it off as to not disturb your "slumber," and he gives your body one final hug before he's slowly pulling away and forcing himself off the bed to get ready.

Warmth cocoons you again as he tucks the blanket securely around you, and as you hear the bathroom door shutting, you make a silent vow to start waking up earlier to make the most of this habit of his.

But for now, sleep was calling your name.

[caitified]

professional

caitlin clark x golf caddy reader ⛳️

warnings: i’m happy to make a part two showing more of their relationship, but people might hate this so lmk!! i have started part 2 so let me know if that’s something you’d like me to finish. not proof read

when the owner of the golf club you worked at told you that caitlin would be playing there in preparation for her golf tournament, you were shocked to say the least. he told you that it would be your job to caddy for her over the summer which you excitedly excepted, but in all honesty you were slightly intimidated by her stardom and attitude on the court.

the sun was just starting to rise and you were ready for your first shift. you stood by the cart, waiting for your newest client, still in disbelief at the name on your booking sheet. caitlin clark.

it’s not like you were a diehard basketball fan or anything, but it was impossible to not follow caitlin in some way. living in indiana, you couldn’t have escaped her if you tried, and if you were honest with yourself, you had grown a small crush on the guard.

you had no idea what to expect. you had seen videos of caitlin getting into it with other people and showing off her competitive spirit but you didn’t know how this would translate to golf.

as you glanced towards the club house, you spotted her walking up. tall, confident and even hotter in real life (but we won’t talk about that..🥲)

“hey! you must be my caddy. i’m caitlin,” she greeted you with a wide grin and extended her hand. she was dressed in a casual polo and golf skirt, looking every bit the part.

you shook her hand. “yeah, i’m [Y/N]. ready to hit the green?”

caitlin grabbed a club from her bag, eyeing the course ahead of you.

when she started playing, you had a bit of difficultly staying professional. every time you tried to start a conversation with caitlin, your eyes and mind started wander. she had always looked good, but in person in front of you was a whole different story.

what you didn’t know is that caitlin was having similar feelings. from the moment she saw you she felt attracted to you, but she was here to practice for her tournament and couldn’t get distracted. that didn’t mean you didn’t make her nervous though.

as a result, the first couple of holes were a mix of impressive shots and misses. caitlin, ever the competitor, got a little frustrated after her third shot went wide, landing in the rough. she turned to you with a playful groan.

laughing, you handed her an iron. “if you focus on your swing like you focus on your free throws, you’ll get it in no time”

she raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your commentary. “big basketball fan?”

“a little,” you admitted. “hard not to when you’re on ESPN every other night.”

caitlin laughed, a laugh that felt warm and genuine. “okay, fair enough. but today, it’s all about golf.” she reset her stance, adjusting slightly based on the critiques you gave her earlier ( which she would never admit ). with a smooth swing, she sent the ball soaring through the air, landing it just off the green.

by the time you reached the ninth hole, you could tell caitlin was getting more comfortable, not just with the course, but with you. she leaned against the cart as you handed her a drink from the cooler. “you’re not so bad to hang out with,” she said, her grin widening.

“not until today,” you replied, taking a sip of your own drink. “but you’re not too bad either”

caitlin chuckled softly. “you’re pretty good company, i have to say. plus, i could go pro with the coaching i got from you”

“i think it’s your natural talent shining through,” you teased.

bthe time you finished the round, caitlin had managed to shave a few strokes off her usual score, thanks in part to your company . as you both headed back to the clubhouse, she threw an arm around your shoulders in a friendly side-hug. “so what do you say we make this a regular thing?”

you nodded, trying to keep your cool despite the touch of her arm. “only if you promise to keep improving. i have a reputation to uphold, you know.”

“deal,” caitlin said with a wink.

as you walk away from caitlin, you tried to push down the feelings you had for her and told yourself that it was just a crush. she wasn’t worth risking your job for..right?

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

the days after that first round with caitlin passed like a blur. every morning, you’d find yourself back at the golf course, waiting for her. and every day, without fail, she’d show up with her perfect smile, ready to take on the course, but more than that—ready to spend time with you.

what had started as a professional relationship quickly shifted. there was something easy about being around caitlin. she was open, real, and every round of golf felt less about the game and more about the moments in between. the laughter. the subtle glances that lingered a little too long. and as much as you tried to keep things strictly professional, it became impossible to ignore the growing connection between you.

today, though, felt different.

the late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting a hue over the course as caitlin stood beside you on the tee. she twirled her club absentmindedly, eyes focused on the green, but you could sense something more behind her usual relaxed demeanor.

“long day?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

she turned to you with a soft smile. “just thinking.”

“about?” you prompted, trying to sound casual but feeling a subtle tension in the air.

caitlin lowered her club and leaned on it, her eyes now fully on you. “this offseason… i thought it would be about relaxing, taking a break from everything. but i didn’t expect it to be spending all my time thinking about you.”

your breath hitched slightly. there it was—the thing that had been simmering under the surface these past few weeks. the teasing glances, the touches that lasted a beat too long, the way her gaze would drift toward you in those quiet moments on the course.

“caitlin,” you started, but she stepped closer, her expression more serious than you’d ever seen.

“you’ve become the best part of my day,” she said softly. “it’s not just the golf, it’s…everything. you make me feel like I don’t always have to be ‘Caitlin Clark’ when I’m with you, i’m just caitlin. and i don’t know… i don’t want this to end when the season starts again.”

the vulnerability in her voice made your heart race. you’d felt the same way, but hearing her say it—left you momentarily speechless. she looked at you with those eyes, her usual confidence softened by the this moment.

you took a step toward her, closing the small distance between you. “it doesn’t have to end,” you said quietly, your voice carrying the weight of everything between you. “i’ve felt it too, caitlin. this… whatever this is between us. i thought it was just me.”

her lips curved into a small smile, the relief evident in her expression. “you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

caitlin’s hand found yours, her fingers warm and strong, just like you’d imagined. the connection between you felt electric, and in that moment, everything else faded into the background.

“i guess i should ask,” she murmured, a teasing glint back in her eyes, “what kind of caddy crosses the line with their client?”

you grinned, stepping even closer, feeling her presence like a magnet pulling you in. “the kind that’s maybe a little too good at their job?”

she laughed softly, the sound warm and familiar. then, without another word, caitlin leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was soft, tentative at first. but as soon as you kissed her back, it deepened, filled with everything you’d both been holding back.

“i’m glad I booked you as my caddy,” caitlin whispered, her voice laced with affection. “but I think i’d like to keep you around for more than just golf.”

you smiled, your heart pounding in your chest. “i think i’d like that too.”

thanks for reading. i kind of hate this but let me know what you think, and if you’d like a part 2! i could also do 18+ headcannons for this.. do you guys like the reader POV or would you prefer something else? love you!

@connormccafferyhater @equalhealerr

[roosterforme]

Playing From the Rough | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley agrees to play in a charitable golf tournament as long as you tag along. When he tells off a professional golfer for being rude and then beats him at his own game, Bradley braces himself for the consequences. But it's you the professional decides to take it out on. Guess he didn't get the memo: don't mess with the Bradshaws.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, mentions of smut, mentions of blood, non consensual touching

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Beautiful banner by @mak-32

"Come on, Rooster. We need a fourth golfer," Bob coaxed, handing Bradley another beer at the Hard Deck. "It's a foursome, not a threesome. And it's for charity."

Bradley sipped the drink and thought about how he'd have to spend a whole weekend day away from you, and he really just wasn't feeling it. The two of you were enjoying that newlywed bubble you'd been living in. Recently, Saturdays had been reserved for sleeping in late, walking the dog, and fucking. 

"Wow, I guess Bradshaw just hates charitable events for children's hospitals," Jake drawled, sipping on his glass of bourbon. "Come on. Be a sport. Payback and Fanboy are deployed. We need one more to make a team."

Bradley sighed. "Let me check with my wife."

"Bring her," Coyote said, lining up a shot at the pool table. "We get two extra tickets. She can drive a golf cart and drink beers all day if she wants."

Bradley cocked his head to the side before he turned to look at you and Nat taking shots up at the bar. "Who else would come?" he asked the guys. "With the other extra ticket?"

But Coyote had followed his gaze. "Give it to Nat. They'd have fun."

"They can be our cheerleaders," Jake said with a smirk.

Bradley snorted. "Don't hold your breath. I think drinking, heckling, and hitting us with the golf carts would be more their speed."

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"Roo."

Bradley woke up to you pushing your fingers back through his hair, and he groaned. It was just before six in the morning, and you were rubbing yourself against his leg and kissing his neck. He realized he had an erection before he could even remember what day it was, and then he groaned louder.

You and he had to be at the gold course for the charitable fundraiser in about an hour. Bradley wrapped his hands around your waist. "We need to get up, Baby Girl."

"No," you whispered. "You need to fuck me. I'm so horny."

"Shit," he sighed, glancing at the time on his phone. "We can't. We'll be late."

"Roo!" you whined, thoroughly unaccustomed to being told no when it came to anything, but especially when it was something you wanted in bed. Bradley was weak for you in that way.

"I'll make it up to you later, after I'm all sweaty and you've had even more time to get wound up," he promised, squeezing your ass. 

You moaned softly next to his ear. "You better. I want it twice."

"Three times," he replied with a smirk as he got out of bed. He watched you get dressed in a little tropical print pleated skirt and a sleeveless white golf shirt. And nothing else. "Are you planning on wearing any underwear?" he asked, following you into the bathroom.

"No," you told him casually, bending over at the sink to wash your face. He could see your bare pussy. You were doing this intentionally to mess with him. This is what he got for telling you no sex. "Fuck."

When he came up behind you, clearly having a change of heart, you stepped away from him and said, "We don't want to be late." He watched you walk back into the bedroom with your chin in the air. Oh, he'd get you good later.

Once you were holding two travel mugs of coffee and Bradley had his golf bag, he followed you out to the Bronco. He tossed his clubs in the back and then buckled your seatbelt. He let his palm rest on your thigh as he leaned in to kiss you. 

"You're going to look so pretty sitting in the golf cart and cheering for me," he said, trying not to laugh. 

"If anything, you're my trophy husband," you replied with a laugh as you kissed his scarred cheek. 

"I love you," he promised before closing the passenger door and heading out. 

The weather was perfect, the sky was blue, and when you and Bradley arrived at the golf course, the others were already there. The four of them were wearing matching golf shirts emblazoned with Top Gun on the back along with white pants. Bradley wasn't the best golfer by any stretch of the imagination. He usually just tagged along because it was fun, and today was no different. They were raising money for a local children's hospital, and some of the kids were present. 

Bradley smiled at the children who were waving to them after they got checked in. "They'd probably love some pictures with you guys," you whispered, running your hand up Bradley's bicep. 

"Nah," Bradley replied. "There are some TV stars and musicians here. I don't think they care about us."

But you pushed him and Jake toward the kids, and their little faces lit up. Soon Bob was handing out some pins with wings that said Top Gun, and you took pictures while the kids asked questions about aviation.

Bradley ended up sitting with a little girl named Abigail who asked him a million questions about his Super Hornet, but he didn't mind. He loved kids. But it was almost time to get started, so he stood and gave her a high five. And he posed for one more photo that you took before he headed to one of the golf carts. 

"That was sweet of you to pose for pictures with the kids," you told him as you slipped into the driver's seat. 

"It was sweet of you to take all the photos," he replied, sitting next to you and kissing your cheek. 

"Ready?" Coyote asked, taking a seat in the back. Bradley watched Nat tear off in the other cart with Bob and Jake barely hanging on. You followed them to the first tee at a much slower pace, and Bradley was happy to see that there were more kids among the spectators. 

He played the first few holes pretty well. Surprisingly, he was keeping up with Javy and Jake. You and Nat were half watching and half laughing with some drinks in your hands, but Bradley just wanted you to have a good time. 

And you were definitely making sure he was having a good time. Whenever he met your gaze, you ran your fingers up your bare thigh or licked your lips. He was probably playing so well because he knew what was in store for him later. Probably a blowjob to start, but you'd definitely let him finish in your pussy. When he checked the time on his phone, he saw a text from you.

Baby Girl Bradshaw: I'm really horny.

He groaned. You were hot for him and texting him from twenty feet away. He texted you back before tucking his phone away so he could tee off.

Behave, or I'll spank you.

Bradley thought he could hear you moan from the golf cart. But that sweet sound was soon drowned out by someone else.

"Jesus Christ. I told him to fuck off! He doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about. And his golf swing looks like a piece of shit, too." 

It was a guy about his age, swearing up a storm in front of all the kids. Bradley clenched and unclenched his fist in his glove. Sure, he could appreciate the subtle art of the f-word, but not in front of families with kids representing the charity! There was a time and a place. Like bullshitting at the bar or whispering dirty stuff in your wife's ear.

"Rooster, you're up," Javy called, and Bradley rolled his shoulders and walked away.

But this prick was still running his mouth at the next hole. Bradley didn't know how he got unlucky enough to have to play next to this idiot, but he couldn't take much more. And when he looked up and saw Abigail and her parents, he decided that was enough. 

"Hey man, do you mind?" Bradley asked him, and then he was met with cold, gray eyes. 

"I'm sorry, but who the fuck are you?" the prick responded, sizing Bradley up.

"Someone who's sick of listening to your mouth," Bradley replied without hesitation. This guy was handsome and smug, and Bradley couldn't stand him. "This is an event for children. There are kids everywhere. Cut it out with the foul language."

Bradley turned and walked back toward the golf cart where you were laughing with Nat when Jake jogged up next to him. "Dude, what did you just say to Hunter King?"

"Who?"

"You were just talking to Hunter King. He's a super famous pro golfer!"

Bradley turned back to see that he was still being glared at. "I told him to shut his mouth and stop swearing in front of all the kids," he told Jake.

"But that's Hunter King," Jake insisted with wide eyes. 

Bradley shrugged and said, "I don't care who he is. He's being rude." Then he took a quick sip of the beer you were holding before handing it back to you with a kiss to your forehead. 

"Ready to go to the next hole?" you asked, brushing the hem of your skirt a little higher. 

"I'm ready to take you home," Bradley replied, squeezing your perfect thigh. 

"Gross," Nat complained, climbing out of the cart and heading to the other one. You and she drove the four of them to the next hole, and Bradley saw that Hunter King was right there as well. 

"Go get a hole in one, Roo," you told him, rubbing high up on his thigh and brushing his cock. 

"Baby Girl, I'm gonna teach you a lesson later."

"Ohh," you crooned. "Will you teach me how to hold your club?"

"If you're good," he replied, climbing out of the cart with a shake of his head. Bradley watched Hunter King play par on the hole, and then it was his turn. Bradley drove the ball with a nearly perfect swing, and the ball landed on the green.

You and Nat were both cheering for him, and the kids in the area all looked delighted as well. Nat drove Bradley over to the green to putt while you waited with Bob and Jake. And to Bradley's surprise, he came in at one stroke under par for the hole. He just did better than a professional golfer. And now Hunter King looked even more pissed off.

"Good," Bradley muttered to himself, bending to get his ball out of the hole. "That's what you get."

And then Bradley beat him on the next hole. And the one after that. 

"Wow, Rooster," Nat said, rubbing his shoulder. "I had no idea you'd be this good. Jake tells everyone how terrible you are."

Bradley rolled his eyes as you walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist. "You're doing better than Javy, Bob and Jake," you informed him, clearly impressed. 

"It doesn't matter," he replied. "It's just for charity." But he was still shocked when he finished in third place overall. Hunter King finished in fourth. 

Bradley went over to congratulate the first and second place finishers, but he was cut off by Hunter. "Good game," Bradley managed through clenched teeth, holding out his hand. But the other man didn't shake it. Instead he smiled in such a way that made Bradley feel very uneasy. 

"Are you married?" Hunter asked him.

Bradley's brow scrunched up. "Yeah," he replied.

"Which one's your wife?" Hunter was nodding to where you and Nat were standing in the sunlight. You looked beautiful, the golden glow illuminating your skin as you shifted weight from one foot to the other. With one hand planted on your hip you tossed your head back and laughed. You were his wife. His perfect wife. 

"You know what?" Hunter replied. "It doesn't matter. I'll take real good care of both of them."

"What?" Bradley asked, but as soon as Hunter headed your way, someone was trying to pull him aside for a photo with the other winners. When he turned back, all he saw was you and Nat being led away with Hunter's hand on your lower back.

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"Ladies."

You looked up into a pair of soft, gray eyes and were met with a brilliant smile. "My name's Hunter, and I'd love to take you on a tour of the VIP tent."

"Sounds swanky," Nat replied, smiling at him.

"Oh. It is. I promise," he said with another charming smile. "Let's go."

You looked back to see that Bradley was absorbed with a photography crew and some of the kids associated with the charity. You tried to wave to get his attention, but you supposed it didn't really matter. You wouldn't be gone long enough to even need to grab you phone from the golf cart. 

Then Hunter's hand came to rest just above the swell of your butt, and you thought your eyes were going to bug out. As he nodded at the security guard watching the entrance to the VIP tent, you slipped out of his grasp. 

"Welcome, Mr. King," the guard said with a smirk. "Two guests with you?"

"That's right," he replied with a laugh. He was annoying, but the inside of the tent was incredible. It looked more like a small arena inside. There were people checking out golf simulators and waiters walking around with drinks. You watched Hunter grab two bottles of champagne from a large ice bucket. 

"This way, ladies," he said, and you took Nat by the hand before she could wander over to the simulators. Hunter looked at your joined hands as you both followed him, and he muttered, "That works for me, too."

You pulled Nat a little closer as the three of you ended up in a secluded area. After he popped the first bottle of champagne, he handed it to Nat. "A whole bottle?" she asked. "Thanks, Hunter."

Then he popped the second one and gave it to you. "Drink up."

His fingers lingered on yours as you said, "I love pink champagne. My husband buys it for me all the time."

Hunter's eyes appraised you, lingering on your lips and chest. You were suddenly very aware of your lack of underwear and peaked nipples. "Oh, you're married?" he asked casually. "Was he the one who finished in the top three?"

"Yes! He placed third," you told him before taking a sip of the expensive champagne. It was delicious, and Nat had already finished half of her bottle. You kind of wanted to share your bottle with Bradley, but you also kind of wanted to ditch it and leave. 

"You like to play golf?" Hunter asked, completely focused on you now. 

You shrugged. "I haven't played much. I usually just hang out in the golf cart when I go."

"Your husband won't let you play?"

You rolled your eyes. "I can assure you that I do whatever I want."

"I love to hear that," he laughed with a smile. "And I think you want to try out one of the simulators." 

You noticed that Nat had already wandered away to one of the booths. "Just for a minute," you agreed.

Then you listened to him explain how the simulator worked. It was a small booth, and you would wear a virtual reality mask. It looked just like you were really on a golf course. 

"Let me close the door for you," Hunter murmured next to your ear. "So you can get started."

He closed the booth, and it took you a few seconds to realize he was still in there with you. Because when you bent a little at the waist, you bumped into him with your butt. 

"You need a little help with your posture?" he asked, wrapping his hands around your hips from behind. In an instant, you knew you were rubbing against the zipper of his pants, and his left hand was skimming over your skirt right where your little rooster tattoo was covered by the thin fabric. 

You gasped when his hands slid a little lower. You had no underwear on, because your main goal of the day had been to tease Bradley. But now Hunter was the one almost touching your bare skin. 

"What the hell?" you shouted in the small space, whipping off the mask covering your eyes and spinning around. "What the hell is your problem?" You watched his face as you pulled your right hand back. He looked alarmed, eyes wide and hands held up in surrender as your palm made contact with his face.

"Ow! Fuck!" he screamed. Somehow you managed to slap his cheek and also hit his nose with the heel of your hand at the same time. It started gushing blood onto his pale blue shirt, and he tried to pinch the bridge of his nose to get it to slow down. 

"I'm married, and you're creepy!" you informed him loudly, shoving past him to get out of the simulation booth. "Come on, Nat," you called, taking her hand again.

"Why are we leaving? I didn't finish my champagne!" she complained. So when you walked back past the ice bucket, you gabbed a new bottle for her and a second one for yourself.

"Hunter is a creep," you informed her as you made your way to the tent exit. But Hunter was hot on your heels and reaching out for you.

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Bradley saw you go inside the VIP area, but he got pulled aside for some group photos. He knew the kids, including Abigail, were waiting for more photos as well, but he quickly excused himself to head after you.

"That son of a bitch," he muttered to himself as he approached the security guard. Hunter King was mad that he told him to shut his mouth, and beating a professional at his own game really hadn't helped Bradley's cause. And he just knew Hunter was going to try to take it out on you and Nat. 

He started sweating. You were all horny and wound up, and you had skipped underwear to mess with him. And now the guy who was pissed off at Bradley was probably inside pawing at you. And you weren't answering your phone. 

"Whoa, hang on," the guard said, sliding into place in front of the entrance just as Bradley got there. "This area is off limits for you."

Bradley grunted. "My wife is in there."

"Good for her," he replied with a shrug of his enormous shoulders. 

"You don't understand. She's with Hunter King."

The guard had the audacity to smirk at him. "One of those two attractive women? I'm sure she's having a great time with Mr. King."

What was that supposed to mean? Bradley had to close his eyes and silently count to ten. "I just need to pop in there, and then I'll be right back out."

"Absolutely not."

Bradley ground his molars together before he managed a very insincere sounding, "Please?"

Then the security guard laughed at him, and Bradley contemplated trying to shove this guy out of his way. He had about a hundred pounds and four inches on Bradley, but it would be worth the pounding to make sure you and Nat were okay. Just as he was working himself up to do it, he caught sight of you heading his way, dragging Nat along. You emerged from the tent looking unscathed.

"Hi, Roo," you said sweetly, gripping a bottle of pink champagne for some reason. You wrapped your arms around him, the cold condensation from the bottle pressing to the back of his neck. 

"What's going on, Baby Girl?" he asked, still completely bewildered as you kissed him. "Where's Hunter King?" He was pulling you a little closer, waiting for some sort of explanation. 

But Nat started laughing. "You don't need to worry about your wife. Cheers," she said, holding up a second bottle of champagne before popping the cork.

You whispered, "I love you," against Bradley's lips just as he saw Hunter come storming to the tent entrance with blood all over his shirt.

Bradley took your face in his hands. "What happened? Why is he covered in blood? Did he try to hurt you? Or Nat? This is all my fault for telling him to stop swearing and then beating his score." Bradley could feel his pulse quicken, feel his brow crease in concern, but you were smiling.

"He's a creep. I told him I was married, and he still tried to touch me, but I'm pretty sure I broke his nose."

Bradley shoved you gently away from him, ready to beat the ever living shit out of both the security guard and Hunter King. He watched Hunter's eye grow wide as he clenched both hands into fists, but then you were in front of him again. 

"Roo! It's okay!" you promised, pressing the champagne bottle to his chest and pushing him back. 

"It is not okay," he growled, letting you push him a little further away from the tent. "I'll rip him in half."

"Roo! Right before I saw you, he tried to grab me again. I told him I'd call the cops if he didn't match the donation that was being made to the children's hospital." 

"Match the donation? That's like four hundred thousand dollars," he replied, looking at you with surprise. "You just got Hunter King to make a personal donation of four hundred thousand dollars?"

"Yep!" you replied, pressing yourself to the front of him. "I sure did. And I got him to say it in front of one of the charity's coordinators. I also insinuated to that coordinator that perhaps Mr. King shouldn't be allowed to spend any time alone with women in the VIP tents in the future. And that maybe he should be removed from the circuit. Now let's go home, pop this delicious bottle of pink champagne, and celebrate your third place victory!"

Bradley was still gaping at you before he scooped you up into his arms. He was careful to keep your butt covered with one big hand as you kissed his face while he glared past you at Hunter King until the other man slinked back into the shadows where he belonged. 

"You're such a badass," he told you suddenly. "I'm so impressed by you all the time, Sweetheart. You don't even need me."

"No, I don't," you agreed with him, kissing his cheek and trailing your lips back to his ear. "But I really, really want you."

"Let's go home," he grunted, carrying you to one of the golf carts. "I just want my bed, my wife, and the expensive champagne she stole from the VIP tent."

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[billthedrake]

LINEAGE (PART FOUR)

Braden always teased me for how much Junior took after me, but it wasn't when my son was pregnant with our second child that I fully realized the bond that was developing between me and Junior.

A lot of it was the stretch in which Brade was too tired for the usual games of catch or even his normal parenting stuff. Seven months and starting to really show, my son had to take breaks and lie down in the bedroom. I brought Bill Jr into the chores like it was a game. "Daddy does so much work around the house... why don't we help him out for a change, buddy?"

Junior's face beamed in happiness. He didn't like doing chores, but he liked time with his dads. "Sure thing Dad. Daddy's OK, isn't he?"

I ruffled his hair. "He's OK. Just tired."

"I get tired, too," Junior said in all earnestness. Damn, to have that innocence of a 5 year old.

We told Junior he'd be having a little brother, soon. That the newborn might get extra attention at first, but we loved him in a special way and that wouldn't change.

***

It was one Sunday, and as I watched golf on TV, I felt wistful, because it was normally Brade's day. But he was taking a nap. Selfishly, I missed the hot pregnancy sex Brade and I had before Bill Jr. was born, but now my son-husband usually wasn't in the mood. I'd stroked off in the shower so I'd taken care of my physical needs, but I missed the emotional connection of sex.

"Hey Dad." God, it was Junior. I thought he'd been playing a computer game, but now he seemed eager for my company. I'd learned to read the kid's moods pretty well by now, in a more intuitive way than I'd ever felt when raising Braden.

"Hey kiddo," I smiled, moving my feet off the couch and sitting up in a more proper way. "Wanna go out and play catch?" I asked. "I'm not as good as your Daddy, but you can make me run for the long ones."

Junior shook his head and laughed. "No, sir.... I was wondering if I could watch golf with you."

Talk about surprise. "You sure that's not boring for you?"

Junior sat on the couch, eager to show off his enthusiasm. "I enjoy it, Dad. You seem to get into it." I almost laughed to think of the contrast with Brade, who teased me for the years watching golf alone in the living room.

"Well, sure... have a seat, kiddo..." I patted the couch next to me.

He seemed happy to be joining, like he was privy to some adult thing he wasn't allowed to do. I honestly thought he'd start squirming or sighing in boredom after a while, but he watched the tournament with attention.

"Who are you rooting for, Dad?" he asked at one point.

The kid was pretty curious, I'll give him that. I tried to think of a way to explain that was honest and clear but didn't dumb it down. "It's not like other sports, at least not for me. I kind of root for the guy who's playing the best, the one who's having a great day on the course."

"Oh," Junior said, not getting it but trying to.

I patted his shoulder. "Golf's about finding your best game within you." I could imagine Brade's eyeballs rolling.

We watched for a while longer. It was getting late in the afternoon. I worried about Brade and would need to check on him soon, but he just needed his rest, I knew. And I was enjoying this bonding moment with Junior. As a dad you crave times like this.

Braden and I had a division of labor. He was the stay at home dad and did more of the playtime bonding and day-to-day stuff with our son. I was the disciplinarian. Braden and I decided it would be better to have clear authority so our kids wouldn't play one of us off the other.

My other responsibility was to have the harder father-son talks. It was too early for the birds and the bees talk with Junior, but I knew I had to have a series of discussions about his parents. And I wanted to take advantage of the closeness Junior and I were feeling now.

"Buddy..." I stared, muting the TV. "Can I talk to you about something?"

Junior looked at me. Trusting. Open. "Sure, Dad."

I sighed but tried to keep like I was bringing up anything difficult. "You know how we've talked about privacy before."

He nodded, like he proud he'd learned his lesson from school. "Oh yeah, I know if your and Daddy's door is shut, I gotta knock." That had been a previous talk.

"Um, yes, buddy, like that," I said. "But you're getting to be a big boy now and you probably know that your Daddy and I are not a conventional couple."

"Is it because I have two daddies? Because Bobby has two daddies too."

"Does he?" I asked in mock surprise. "I guess that is more common." I continued. "But your Daddy and I are different than a lot of those families. See... your daddy is my son. Just like you are."

"I know, Dad," Junior said. "He calls you Dad sometimes."

We'd never fully hidden it, but now that Junior was entering kindergarten he needed to be aware. Careful.

"A lot of people don't understand that, kiddo."

"Why not?" Junior asked. I was glad he didn't seem to respond to any sense of impropriety.

I shrugged. "It's just how it is. Your daddy and I have a very special bond, a special love. And we love you very much. That's all that matters."

Junior seemed OK with that answer. But he seemed to be thinking over this talk. "Is that why you say you're my grandad when you pick me up sometimes?"

I nodded. "I am your granddad, too, Junior. And your father. It's complicated."

He smiled. "I don't mind, Dad. It's kind of cool. Like I'm special."

"You are special," I smiled, ruffling his hair. "You just can't talk about it with anyone. Not your friends or your teachers or anyone who's not family, hear?" I was combining my loving-dad and disciplinarian.

"Yes, sir," Junior responded.

I gave an encouraging smile. "So, buddy... what do you say you help me whip up some dinner? I think Daddy needs his nap today."

****

The next day might as well have been a different month. The alarm went off early, real early, and I felt Braden's warm body snuggle against mine. He was completely naked, and just the feel of his pregnant build against my arm and hip and leg was enough to wake me up, fast.

"Um, what time is it?" I asked in a morning voice. It was pitch black out.

Braden was still not fully awake, even as he was initiating sex. "I thought maybe you could come home early today, Dad... it's been a while."

I grunted an assent and turned to kiss Brade. Sure we'd given each other a good night or good morning peck of a kiss, as husbands, but I missed kissing him deeper. I could tell he's missed his too. His free hand was all over my body, my chest, my abs, my briefs-covered cock as we made out.

Over the last year, we'd gotten into a good rhythm of married sex. I'd worked out a flex schedule, where I'd go into the office real early a few days a week so I could get home while Junior was still at preschool. This gave us time for longer sessions in addition to the quickies we could sneak in.

That rhythm had been disrupted by the tough pregnancy Brade was enduring this time around, but I was more than happy to pick things back up.

Particularly now that my hunky son-husband was turning away from me and turning on the bed lamp. I could see his strong ex-footballer, ex-Marine build. Brade's a few inches shorter than me, which makes his brawn stand out even more. Even with pregnancy, he kept up at the gym, and I could see the strong lats and broad back and that muscle ass. Best of all that eight-month preg gut made visible love handle-like swells along his waist.

I knew how to read my son's body language and the silent way he could communicate his needs in the bedroom. I slipped down my underwear and then reached over to fumble for the lube in the nightstand. It had been nearly two months.

"Think Junior's asleep?" I heard Brade ask.

I slicked up my boner. "Like a rock," I said. It was about 5 AM, and if Bill Jr. took after me in a lot of ways, he was gonna be like his Daddy when it came to not being a morning person.

"I want us to talk, Dad," Brade said. "If that's OK."

My dick was rock hard and I turned toward Braden's strong body and scooted up toward him. "You want an incest fuck, son?" I said. We often had to put the kibosh on verbal sex when our son was in the house. Even with a closed door, you never know.

"Mmm hmmm," came the reply. Brade pushed back against me, savoring the feel of my big father cock in his ass cleft. My son was in heat, pregnancy hormones kicking in.

My own hormones were doing their work, and I felt my heart beat fast. I placed my hand on his belly. Big and round, I loved the way Brade's pregnancy gut was hard and soft at the same time.

"How's my grandson doing in there?" I growled.

"He's gonna be a strong, healthy one, Dad."

"It's because he's an incest kid, Brade. Made by a father and son."

"I love my father's cock," Braden hissed, lust in his voice. "Love that you knocked me up, sir."

I pushed into his ring. Slowly, because it had been months.

"I can feel that breeder cock, Dad."

"Your father's cock."

"Yessir... took my cherry. The night before Basic." Brade's insides were opening up for me now. It was like riding a bike for him I suppose. Or maybe he was reliving that deflowering in his head.

"Sent you off with your own father's cum inside you."

"Hell yes.... I wish I hadn't been on the pill then."

My dick surged inside Braden. I kissed along his neck and rubbed his stomach. "You wanted to get pregged on your first fuck, Sport?"

"You could have done it, too. Potent dad cock working me open."

I was now pushing all the way inside. My son's insides were hot and tight and alive. I missed this but the best part was that Braden had clearly missed this, too. He bucked back against me.

"Unprotected dad cock," I hissed.

"You lectured me so much, Dad," Braden hissed. "But I wish you'd just taken me raw and put your kid in me. At eighteen"

"Damnit, Brade," I said in a tone that was only annoyed by how much that turned me on. "I never told you, Son," I said. "But I made you the night I lost my virginity."

That gave Braden a pause. "For real?" He couldn't tell if this was just sex talk.

I fucked faster, holding onto this big bulk. Fucking a very pregnant Brade was one of the hottest things, almost as hot as knocking him up on the first place. "For real, Son. I fucked your mother the first time out, and all of a sudden I was a teen dad."

"God, Dad," he hissed. I could tell he was trying not to get too loud. I love Braden, but my son can be a screamer in bed. "That's so fucking hot."

I don't tend to be loud in sex, but I was getting worked up myself. "I'm thinking of that moment now... when I made you...." I slowed my thrust to be deep and purposive. "When I made Junior...."

"Fuck!" Braden hissed. His hand left his cock to grip the top of my own hand that was on his big belly, coaxing me to rub it all over.

"When I made Evan," I growled, kissing Braden's neck. For me it was all coming together, the sexual power of fatherhood, of breeding.

I could sense Braden's back muscles tense. Now that I'd slowed my thrusts, going for power rather than speed, he was bucking back against my dong again. Hungry for it. "Just like you're gonna make our next son... and the one after that."

"Oh god..." I hissed. I'd tried to make this mating last, but I was getting closer to orgasm.

"After Evan..." my son muttered, trying to keep his bedroom voice down. "I don't wanna wait for the next..."

"Yeah?" We'd talk about this seriously, later, but my sex addled brain was entertaining the idea.

"Yessir... I want you to bring my home from the hospital and bend me over and rough fuck me right then..."

It was wild and a total Brade thing to say.

I was cumming inside my eldest boy, hard.

I felt my pregnant husband squirm on my spurting dick, and only after a few seconds did I realize Braden was orgasming hands free.

We came down and caught our breath and I held my hunky son's big body from behind.

"I love you, Dad," Braden finally said.

"God, Braden, I don't think I could love you any more."

He nodded in a way that said he loved hearing that. "Dad... I'm proud of how you've stepped up with Junior."

I rubbed his furry preg belly and just savored the warmth and heat of his back against my chest. I was still firm and buried inside him though slowly softening. "You do the work, buddy." It was easy to take for granted what Brade did as a stay at home dad, but I knew he was incredible and hard working at it.

"I mean, emotionally... it takes a real man to grow... it feels weird saying that."

I chuckled. "Weird.. why?"

"Cause you're my dad," my husband said. "Like, I can't imagine any other sons talking to their fathers like this."

"We're husbands, too, Brade. Partners, equals."

"Parents."

"Fuck yes," I hissed, kissing his neck softly.

Finally my dick plopped free and Braden turned around to kiss me. He was still hard and I could feel the tip of his prick against my leg.

"Can I let you in on a secret, Dad?"

"Of course." I figured Braden and I had few if any secrets between each other at this point.

"The equal idea... what you just said... I love that, sir..." he started. "But I also love that you're always gonna be older and wiser and the man I looked up to from my childhood."

"Brade," I said, emotional and getting hard at the same time.

"It's true dad," he said, snuggling up to me, and reaching down to feel my prick. "Just the idea that you've knocked me up twice and are going to do it again..." He didn't finish his thought. We were too busy making out once more.

"We doing round two, Sport?" I asked, running my hands along his side.

Braden shook his head. "Save it for later, OK?"

I forced myself to pull myself from his embrace and slip out of the bed. "In that case, I better get ready." I stood by the bed and got one more good look at Braden's amazing physicality as his eyes stared at my rigid dad cock sticking straight out.

***

Maybe it was getting laid, maybe it was just seeing Braden get his energy back, but I was in a great mood all day. I did miss the time driving Junior to kindergarten, which I'd been doing lately, but I'd make sure to catch up with my son and play with him in the evening, after dinner.

I had a busy work day but threw my head into it and focused and banged out a lot efficiently. By 1:30 I was texting Brade to let him know I was leaving the office.

"Hot damn... we get a nice long session then," came the reply.

When I got home, I had a good idea where I'd find my son, back in the master bedroom, half naked or fully nude.

But as I pushed open the door I was thrilled with the obscenely hot sight. My ex-Marine son was naked on the bed, an extra sheet on top of the mattess. He was watching some intergenerational porn but not really jacking off, more just letting his hard dick ride up against his pregnancy swell. Best part was his normally hairy torso was shaved smooth and looked shiny.

"Jesus, son," I'd hiss as I unknotted my tie and kicked off my dress shoes. "Looks like Evan is ready to pop out any minute." I was exaggerating, since the due date was still a few weeks away. But Brade and I knew how to go into the fantasy and push each other's buttons.

My son just smiled and lay back into the pillows, spreading his legs. "You gonna induce labor with that big dad dick of yours?"

I felt my throat go tight. "I never know how far is too far to go with you, son."

Braden smiled. "Physically or verbally?"

"Verbally," I said, stripping off my suit jacket and undoing my belt. I was rock hard, just like I hadn't gotten off that morning. I'm sure Brade could see my erection riding up the crotch of my trousers. "I know not to go rough when you're this far along, Sport."

"I know, sir," my son said softly. "I just like working you up."

I took a look at the TV screen. I had wider porn tastes than my son and in any case preferred to watch only when I had to stroke a quick load out without Braden. But my son was very focused on daddy-son pairings and roleplay stuff, and he liked when we watched it together. "One of your favorites," I said. I'd seen this video several times with Brade.

"Yes, sir," my son said. "I just wished there was mpreg porn... or real dad-son teams."

A thought came to me. "You ever feel like taking the Connors up on their offer?" Jeff Connors and his father Frank had become part of the incest social circle Braden and I had, along with the Fiedlers. It had taken a few months for Frank to get comfortable with it, but now he was the one dropping hints and finally an outright suggestion that it would be hot to have a dad-son foursome. For all their flirtiness, Todd and Adam Fiedler hadn't gone that far.

Braden's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yeah? I didn't think you'd go for that, Dad."

I unbuttoned my shirt. Normally, I'd be pouncing on Brade's naked, knocked up body, but I knew we had a solid hour and a half for sex that day, before I had to go pick up Junior.

"And you would?" I asked. I wasn't sure if this was going too far. Brade and I had talked about the possibility of playing with others but only in an idle way.

"Oh yeah"," he said. "I'd love for them to watch you fuck me."

"I think the polite term is 'making love,' Sport," I winked.

"Trust me, Dad, when it comes to incest... you make love and then there gets a certain point where you just fuck."

I now pulled down my trousers and briefs, showing Brade my paternal hardon. This ritual would never, ever get old. "Is that right, Son?"

Brade nodded, his brown eyes hungry. "You can be a total beast, Dad. I fuckin' love it."

I gently folded my trousers and peeled off my button down shirt. "I think Frank wants to make a play for you," I cautioned him.

Braden grinned. "Dad... you've been wanting to nail Jeff Connors since you met him."

I blushed. "Come on, Brade..."

He laughed. "I know your an incest man, Dad. But you're also a man. Men look. And fantasize. It's OK."

A had a bit of jealous streak but also a real curiosity about spicing up our sex life with a threesome or foursome. And as a dad-son couple it would have to be someone we trusted. I stepped up to the bed and ran my hand along Braden's leg, feeling the hairs and knotted calf muscle, then tracing my fingers higher.

I watched his cock jerk and his dimples form on his face. "Nice, sir.." He put his hands under his big eight month belly to frame it for my gaze. "We don't gotta, Dad... but I figure it would amplify the incest, being with another dad and son." My son nodded toward the night stand where a new bottle stood. "I got some massage oil. Why don't you put some more on me?"

I felt that crazy horniness as I did just that, smearing the oil all over that freshly shaved muscle, feeling up the full muscle tits and those strong arms. I oiled his legs, massaging the quads before I finally go to the big prize, that big round stomach. I added extra oil and admired the vision and feel of that large belly.

"Oh fuck, he's kicking," I growled. I could feel it.

"Our son, Dad," Braden said, excited. "Our second son."

I leaned forward and deep kissed Brade, feeling his own sexual excitement and emotion coming back to me. We made out for a good ten minutes, each of out touching each other as we got into it.

"Evan Braden Drake," I finally muttered into my son's lips.

"I love giving you that gift, Dad. A second grandson."

"Baby boy," I hissed. I now felt his fingers curl around my prick, which was dripping.

"Make love to me, Dad. Nice and slow... like that the night you took my cherry."

"Damn, buddy."

I did my best, but it was hard given Braden's size. But as he scooted to the bed's edge and I placed his calves on my shoulders, I entered him slowly, very slowly, lubed up from all that massage oil. It was a new thing. Not being the Beast, not going hard into him. Just seeing how gentle I could be with my son. That slow pump lasted ten minutes until like a tantric cum, Braden and I came at the same second.

I had to pull out to kiss him again. Lazily I rubbed his belly more, smearing sperm into the oil as we kissed.

"You better go pick up Junior," my son finally said. "I'll clean up." It was funny to see my son be the responsibly minded and practical one. Life throws surprised your way for sure.

"Yeah," I hissed before claiming one last kiss. I hopped in the shower and got dressed again.

Braden moved slower at 8 months, but he'd gotten up and was stripping the sheet. Still nude, he was a beautiful sight.

"OK if I reach out to Jeff?" I asked. I needed to check if the idea was as appealing post-nut.

Braden smiled. "Oh yeah. We can get a baby sitter for Junior. If you're cool with the idea, Dad."

"I think we should," I said. "I want to show us off... in the right circumstances." I looked at my watch. "Gotta go... " I stepped up for a last peck of a kiss.

I made good time getting to Junior's school and had a few minutes to wait. I texted Brade. "Love you so much, Sport." Then I pulled up Jeff Connors contact. He was the one who usually contacted me or Todd Fiedler, not his Dad. Plus, I had my own flirty dad-substitute vibe with him. "Hey man, Braden and I are open to your Dad's idea... if you guys are still game."

Junior was all smiles when he came out. He'd gotten a gold star on a drawing he'd done that day. I told him it was going on the fridge. "Feel like stopping for ice cream, kiddo?" I asked.

"Won't it spoil my dinner, Dad?" the kid asked.

"Probably," I admitted. "Don't tell your Daddy," I winked. I was in the mood to spoil my younger son a little.

***

It wasn't until Junior and I got home that I noticed a reply text from Jeff Connors. "Oh yeah! We'd love that."

"This weekend?" I asked. "Saturday? We can get a babysitter and come to your place."

A few seconds later. "Dad says ok. God, I can't fuckin' wait."

I smiled and slid my phone back in my pocket. I'd tell Braden later. For now, he was back in parent mode, asking Junior about his day. Time for me to enter parent mode, too.

[mortalfaerie]

continued: how i think the gravity falls kids grew up since they're 25 now

Mabel Pines

after weirdmageddan, stayed in touch with candy and grenda and called or facetimed them whenever possible

had an art teacher in freshman year of high school that totally changed her life trajectory by 1) making her realize she's bisexual and 2) making her realize she wants to be an art teacher

she and dipper spend summers in gravity falls throughout high school, and she befriends pacifica at 15-16 after paz finds her waiting for the bus in the rain and picks her up in her car, saying she's 'repaying the favor' from their min golf tournament 4 years ago. they end up sitting in her car outside the shack for a while just talking, and mabel likes the person pacifica's become.

has always been dipper's biggest supporter in his transition, but does find it fascinating since they're identical twins (in my head shh)

she and candy had an intense homoerotic friendship summer of mutual pining, but ultimately made the (surprisingly mature) decision to just remain friends and not risk it

she does also meet mermando again when he returns to profess his undying love when she's 17 - she turns him down, but not before making out with him just to be able to say she did.

she decides to go to art school, and gets into otis college, which works out well since it's not far from UCLA & dipper

she and paz both had awful relationship experiences their first year of college and have like, pack-bonded even more because they support each other through it (while dipper paced and wanted to punch some people)

was the first person to clock that dipper and pacifica liked each other before either of them realized it, and was actively trying to manufacture situations for them to work it out

graduated with her bfa in art and design education, and does her practicum at a montessori elementary school, where she ends up getting hired after graduating

on the side, she has an etsy where she designs clothing patterns and sells them, and hopes to have an actual clothing line one day

still has waddles (domestic pigs live 10-15 years!) and has contemplated getting him ESA certified in order to bring him to work, but dipper lectured her it was "abusing the system," (it is) so she didn't.

extra: she loves chappell roan. secretly, so does dipper.

[rowdydevs]

Putt Slut? - Rafe Cameron Daydreams ☁️

+18 Minor DNI

Rafe x GolferGirlfriend!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

🪄 language and mentions of smut

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You two haven’t seen each other long, but when you show up to the course with a bag of Callaway REVAs, he can’t help but get a little rattled, especially when he’s used to his girls play caddie, if that. He watches you smooth out your Vouri dress, slipping on your glove and Callaway hat before pulling your pony through the back. His eyes double, as you lean down to tie your shoes, catching a glimpse of your dress’s built-in shorts where he would typically see lace, mesh, or pussy.

“I didn’t know you were a golfer, princess,” his voice wavers.

To which you smile and nod. “You didn’t? Yeah. Since I was six.” He swallows hard as the stakes are quickly raised.

Suddenly, Rafe Cameron is nervous.

How would he impress you now? What if you won?

You came out of the front nine in the lead with Rafe at his wits end. He had no patience; his short game was a mess, too focused on what you would do next, which always seemed to be the right move. Not to mention you looked so good doing it, your focus locked on the game. Rafe found himself in a strange position where he was now fighting for your eye.

Halfway through the back nine, he found himself at a crossroads. There was no way he would win: play fair and lose to his girl or play dirty and knock you down a little… It started simply by disturbing your backswing or during a putt, a cough, or a sneeze. Normal enough. When that didn’t work, he switched to praise. The type of praise that would make you feel nervous about the next shot. But you didn’t falter.

There was only one tactic that remained. The one that could always throw him off his game. Rafe unbuttoned the top button of his crisp white polo, fingers curling around the leather steering wheel to let his biceps flex. Every movement was a little closer than before: your position on the golf cart, where he stood on the green, how long he’d linger for a kiss. He was talking sweeter too, his low tone deep and raspy as he leaned into your ear, holding your hips from behind as you took a few practice strokes.

“You look so pretty, baby.”

“Fuck, my girl’s so good at this.”

“Wanna take a break. Hmm? I know a spot, honey. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Need you so bad.”

“Don’t make me wait.”

PLOP.

Your ProV1 golf ball plunges into the depths of the murky pond as a sinister smile spread on Rafe’s lips. Your eyes narrow on his baby blues, catching him in the act, clocking his excitement as you put two and two together. The rest of the round plays out like the PGA tournament because, unlucky for Rafe, you didn’t like to lose either.

“Wanna just call it, baby doll?” Rafe asks knowing his game was unrecoverable, but if it wasn’t in writing, did it actually count? You shake your head ‘no’, tapping your little pencil at the card.

“One left, baby boy.” Rafe smirks and shakes his head. “A bet?”

“You’re already gonna win, baby,” he groans.

“Just this hole, Rafe. Winner gets whatever they want in the clubhouse.”

“Alright. Alright. Deal,” he agrees.

To no surprise, you close out the hole with a win. To which Rafe genuinely accepts defeat. The two of you walk up to the clubhouse hand-in-hand, Rafe still waiting for you to call him out on his bullshit from before but you don’t. He leads you toward the pro shop as he fishes for his Black Card but you pull him away fast, disappearing into the locker room with him instead, kissing your way into a bathroom stall. He lets out a devilish laugh as you undo his belt with a smile.

“Well shit, baby. What are we doin’ in here?” He whispers against your lips.

“Getting what I want.”

[samott]

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My missing husband came home, but I just know it isn't him

My husband went missing six months ago. Just... went out to work one day and never came home. It was a horrible shock to the whole neighbourhood, because things like that just didn't happen in our little slice of white-picket-fence suburbia. The police launched an investigation, and the neighbourhood watch sent out search parties, but no one ever found any evidence to indicate what had happened to him. Our families were devastated. Recently, the missing posters have been taken down or papered over. The updates from the police became less frequent and dwindled away. I accepted that, hard as it was to admit, my Rick wasn't coming back.

Until he did.

A week ago, I was in the back garden watering my petunias when I heard the garden gate creak open. I jerked my head in that direction and- there he was. Exactly the same as he was the day he disappeared. Same windswept blond hair and bright blue eyes, same curl to his pink lips. I was in shock. Our families had mourned for him, and yet there he was, standing in our garden like he had just popped out for milk or something. When I asked where he had been, he said he didn't know. He couldn’t remember anything about the last six months.

All our family and friends are beside themselves with joy. They almost can't believe it. But that's just the thing: I don't believe it.

Look, I understand how crazy this all sounds, I do. Our families would never believe me, and I can’t go to the police unless I want to end up in a straightjacket. But I just know that the man sleeping next to me isn't my husband. I don't know what to do. I know I should be happy, but I'm not. I'm terrified. I don’t know much about anything supernatural or paranormal, I don't even like watching horror movies. But something about this whole situation makes my skin crawl.

Just let me explain why I'm so sure. Once I've done that, hopefully one of you will believe me, and you'll be able to tell me what to do.

The morning after "Rick" came home, I made him a cup of tea. When I handed it to him, he gave me the brightest smile. Then he took a sugar cube from the dish on the table and dropped it into the cup. Our house was in chaos with his return, and I was still in shock, so I didn't think much of it at the time, but its been replaying in my mind ever since. I know it doesn't sound very significant, but my husband never put sugar in his tea. He was always adamant that it ruined the taste, and he'd get so frustrated if I ever put sugar in his cup by accident. And yet, this man had sugar.

Then it was the golf. A few days ago, when he was out visiting his mom, I recorded a golf tournament that was showing on the TV. It was one of Rick's favourite golfers that was competing, and he never missed it. Once, he even skipped out on an anniversary dinner just to watch a championship. Only, when he came home from his parents' and I told him what I'd done, he just seemed... unbothered? Like, he said thanks and everything, and then he asked if I wanted to get dinner. He didn't even watch it, and that’s just so out of character for him.

Then one night I woke up around 2 a.m. to see Rick's face inches from mine just... looking at me with these blank eyes. I kinda gave this nervous laugh and asked "Baby, what are you doing?" And he didn't answer. For like a solid thirty seconds. He just stared, almost like he was looking right through me. Then he suddenly smiled and said, "Sorry, honey. Sometimes I just can’t believe this is real". Then he just rolled over and went to sleep. I didn’t get much sleep after that, myself.

Yesterday, about a week after he came home, the neighbourhood threw a street party to celebrate his return. Everyone from our street and the streets on either side turned up to see him and tell him how happy they are that he's alright. When he wasn't standing with his arm around my waist, he was milling around chatting amicably to each and every one of our neighbours, even the little kids. Jackson, our next-door neighbour Sally's toddler, wanted to play peek-a-boo, and Rick happily played along with a smile on his face. Now, my husband never did that. Rick always said he didn't like kids - that's why we never had any - and so he never wanted to play with any of the neighbourhood children. Especially not Jackson: Rick all but avoided him. Before he disappeared, I had started to suspect it was so I wouldn't see them together and notice the subtle but unmistakable similarities.

The final nail in the coffin, proverbially speaking, was Sally. Just this morning, she came knocking on our door. Her excuse was the tray of brownies she carried, but I think she just wanted to push her way into our morning so that she could see for herself what the situation was. After she left, I called her a nosy busybody. Rick laughed, kissed my head, and agreed with me. That was when I knew for sure that it couldn't really be him. Rick always used to get so mad whenever I insulted Sally, like I didn't have any right to hate her even though she'd been fucking my husband for years. But today there was none of that. He didn’t even try to defend her.

I know what you must be thinking. If he was in an accident or something, he might’ve had some kind of traumatic brain injury that caused him to forget some things about his life, maybe even change his personality. And that's a valid, reasonable explanation. I have no doubt it's what the police would tell me if I reported all this.

But you know why I'm dead certain that man isn't my husband? He doesn't have a scar. If he was really Rick, he'd have a scar on the side of his forehead shaped like the golf club I hit him with. But there's nothing. Not a mark. Honestly, I'm this close to going out tonight and digging up my petunias just to make sure he's still under there.

I don't know what I'm sharing a bed with, but I know it's not my husband. So what the hell am I going to do?

innet

[whirlpool-blogs]

Five Questions with Jack Hughes

May 29, 2019 | Timestamp: Jack Hughes (5:03)

Do you feel ready to play in the NHL next season? "My speed and skill will translate well, and I believe in my heart I'm the best player in this draft and the best player on the board. I'm a confident kid so I think I had a great year. I know in my head and in my heart that I'm an NHL player and I think that after my experience at the World Championship, it solidified in my mind that I'm ready to go for it next year. I want to be an impact player and come out of the gates fast."

What was the most memorable moment for you as the youngest player for the United States at the 2019 IIHF World Championship in Slovakia? "Just to be in the locker room with the NHL players, go out to dinner with them, hang out with them. I feel like it was an invaluable experience and kind of like going to Harvard law school, I guess, because that's the best education you could get being around guys like that. You've got guys there like Ryan Suter, a 14-year veteran in the League, who was once in the same position as me. Patrick Kane and James van Riemsdyk took great care of me, taking me out to dinner, talking with me, and teaching me things. Those are guys I kind of created relationships with that will help me for the next couple of years."

Did you meet your goals and expectations at the NTDP this season? "You want to be realistic for the year, but I think of myself pretty high, and I had some goals in mind like breaking the record for most career points at the program and did that. I kind of shattered it and hopefully no one will touch it for a couple of years. I wanted to get the single season record but I missed a few games with an injury and finished with 112 points; the record was 117. Along the way, you don't really think of it that much but keep pushing the pace and pushing your play. I had a pretty good sequence of games at the World Under-18 Championship but our main goal was to win gold there, and we didn't. I'd trade all 20 of my points there for a gold medal, but I feel like I had a pretty good tournament."

How did two seasons at the NTDP make you a better player? "First of all, it makes you a better person. You're growing up with 23 kids your own age on the same team and dealing with the same things. It's kind of a brotherhood you create there, and you can't really say that about other places. The NTDP is a great spot to grow as a human. If you want to dedicate your life to becoming a hockey player, your game will absolutely go through the roof. There's a shooting room there and you're on the ice two hours a day, there are two games over the weekend, you skate 5-to-7 times a week, lift three times a week. If you want to be a hockey player and you're an American boy, the NTDP is the place you need to go."

What are your plans between the end of the Combine and the NHL Draft? "Just having some fun and relaxing. I don't think I'm going to work out or skate. I was in Europe for almost two months (at the World Under-18 Championship in Sweden and World Championship), just playing hockey, being dialed in and focused. Now that the hockey season is over, I think I'll just watch the Stanley Cup Final, golf and hang out with friends ... be a kid for the last month. Then I'll head to Vancouver. I think my life will change a lot once that weekend goes by."

[tkachuktkaching]

A few of the highlights

After he threw the pitch in the Marlins game in Miami which he was still recovering from a shoulder injury (right after he got traded) he went into his back yard and and practiced and threw 5 pitches to prepare but he's much healthier than two years ago.

Some talk on Jayson Tatum and how he makes 6 times as much as him and he always knew he was destined for the big time in the NBA and he was always a stud.

They always talked as kids about making the nba and nhl respectively.

The video was technology class in 7th grade before high school.

His dad wanted to go with him to the baseball pitch and his mum was out of town.

He loved hanging out with jayson and catching up for a few hours.

He talked about Sherwood in 2020 he tried a few brands, he helped with the design process and was their first hockey player since their rebrand.

He talked going to Raising Cains, he was partying and going to eleven and without sleep and he had agreed to do things prior to the final. He talked about all the opportunities to do extra signings and things.

He decided to a interview with sports net and decide to give a shout out, he loves the people in Calgary and hates the people in Edmonton and he got family in Winapeg including his Grandpa.

He was excited to play in the charity golf tournament, he loves Charles Barkely and playing with TJ Oshie and the Kelcie brothers were cool.

And how he ended up singing We Are The Champions with Charles Barkley.

He was excited to meet the different people from the different sports.

He got engaged on the Thursday before game 1 in the playoffs and flew in his parents and fiancé's parents had a big celebration then went no booze for the whole playoffs and plans to do that again.

His special memories of the playoffs were the off ice stuff playing poker the comradeship with the guys.

He's sad the teammates that left but excited they got the offersheet and got paid and set for life and is excited to see them for dinner when they see them.

He was pissed after game 5 because he didn't want to go to Edmonton but he was so confident ahead of game 7 he wanted to do it for his family that got him there, he talked how his dad and Brady walked him to his car and wanted to do it especially for them.

He drives to the arena on his own he goes early getting there 4 hours early. Sam Bennet got a mention for liking to sleep and goes much later.

How incredible the emotions of his family and being the first tkachuk to win the cup,

Bringing his dad into the lockeroom was what it meant to him and his whole family.

Singing Brady praises for being so supportive and believes Brady will win it, he's too good not to, he's built for the play offs, and wants to be there when he does.

Literally everybody from Calgary reached out to him after the cup win even Darrell (Sutter).

Praising his old youth team London Knights and what they did for him and other players.

He heard from players he heard from or know and Robbie Thomas and people that won before Vllady got a special mentions he was a great veteran presence and okie too.

He talked the Paternark fight, and how it happened and Monty's involvement. He says there's no rules just beat the shit out of each other.

He'll never forget this year for the rest of his life.

He confirmed Brady did not touch the cup though there were a few close calls due to being drunk.

He says he's so much better health than this time last year, he's excited about this year.

He his fiancee and Brady are going to visit Taryn this Friday he says she won't listen to his interview so it won't ruin the surprise and talks how good she is a field hockey. Her preseason has started.

He loves to watch Barky in practice and is learning to do things and a special mention of Kucherov of Tampa one of his favorite players.

He wants to improve scoring from further out like Brady.

He's getting more recognised now but it's good and he's enjoying it.

He's being working on jumps, working on his skating, sprints and being strong weights but jumps.

He got in trouble for putting the cup in the ocean but the cup caretakers only told him afterwards but they understood but he got great memories.

The whole family sacrifices so much for hockey players and the Tkachuk name is on the cup forever it's forever.

[formula1fanfiction]

Alexander Albon/George Russell

Title: No heartbeat, only this pain i'm in

Pairing: Alex Albon/ George Russell (Minor George Russell/Oscar Piastri)

Characters: George Russell, Alex Albon, Oscar Piastri, Carlos Saniz

Prompt: Alex Albon is having a sexuality crisis, accepting a blow job from your best mate isn't gay, right?

Ao3 Link

Australia

It’s the end of the Australian Grand Prix, a solid weekend for Alex, this race alone scoring him more points than the entire of last season, only one race in. Alex is about to settle down for the night when he hears a knocking on his door. He considers not opening it, his body aches after the race and he just wants to go to sleep, but curiosity gets the better of him, so he peels himself out of the bed sheets and opens the door.

“Hello, hello Alex Albono.” It’s George, an embarrassed smile on his face, he’s covered in sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead, in fact he looks like he’s just climbed out of his car after a Grand prix in Singapore. “Russell, what do you want?”

“Uh, I’m sort of embarrassed to ask, but can I spend the night with you? The electric has failed in my room, I can’t shower, and the air conditioning doesn’t work. I’m boiling out of my skin in there, Lex.” Alex sighs, he can’t really be bothered to deal with George right now, he loves the man to bits but he’s also hard work. “Can’t maintenance come and sort it out?” George pouts in that endearing sort of way, Alex’s heart does a little flip. “They can’t fix it until tomorrow, and we’ll be on our way to China by then.” Alex steps to one side. “Come on then.”

“Thanks mate.” George invites himself into the room, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow at the state of it, he forgets how much of a neat freak George is. “Mind if I take a shower.” Alex gestures towards the bathroom door, he waits until he hears the soft click, before running around the room like a mad man, shoving everything into his empty suitcase, to make It at last appear tidy.

Once finished, Alex sprawls himself out the middle of the bed and switches on the golf game, George appears a few seconds later with only a towel wrapped around his waist. George bends down to collect his washbag from the floor, giving Alex a perfect view of his ass and his soft cock.

“Have some shame, Russell.” A look of confusion flashes on George’s face, he’s clutching a bottle of moisturizer in his hand. “Huh?” His big blue eyes meet Alex’s, he suddenly understands. “Don’t act like you haven’t seen my cock before Alex.” He dismisses Alex’s thoughts and sits at the vanity table, presumably doing his skin care routine.

George is the rudest guest he’s ever known, George helps himself to one of Alex’s t-shirts and a pair of boxer shorts and even has the audacity to undress in front Alex, giving him full view of George’s naked body. “George, can you not?” George smirks. “If my body offends you, no one is forcing you to look.” George laughs as he falls forward and face plants the bed.

George rolls onto his side and starts scrolling on his phone, he’s acting like it’s freezing with the covers pulled up to his chin. Alex ignores him and goes back to watching the golf. When the tournament is finally over George is asleep. He looks cute when he’s like this, he’s laid on his back, his lips slightly parted, all quiet and not annoying. Alex forces himself to look away and turns off the light.

When he wakes up the next morning he’s got a very embarrassing problem, it wouldn’t have been as bad, if George’s ass wasn’t pressed up again his cock. Alex takes a deep breath and tells himself it’s ok, it doesn’t matter that you’re in bed with a guy, your sleeping cock didn’t know any better.

“Morning, what’s tha-” George reaches around and brushes his fingers against Alex’s cock. “Oh, I’m sorry.” George shuffles forward, then rolls onto his back, staring into Alex’s soul. “I can help you with that if you want?” Isn’t that gay? Alex isn’t gay. “Wouldn’t that be a bit, you know-” Alex gestures with his hands, George looks baffled. “Gay.” Alex says eventually, voice in a whisper.

“Nah.” Alex nods and lays himself back into the pillows, allowing George to take his cock out of his pants. Alex can only watch his mouth agape, as George wraps his long fingers around his length and starts to stroke him, he slowly moves his hand up, then on the way back down, Alex can’t help the moan that falls from his lips. He can’t look at George anymore, it’s too gay, instead he stares at the ugly floral pattern on the wallpaper.

George doesn’t stop, he keeps stroking Alex getting faster and faster with every move. Alex digs his fingers into the sheets, trying to stop any sounds escaping from his mouth. “Can I?” Alex shudders as George flicks his thumb over the sensitive slit. “Can I suck you off? Please, I want to taste you.” Alex says yes, but he tells himself he only said yes because he’s so close to orgasm, he needs something warm and wet wrapped around him. He’s not gay or anything, of course.   

George smiles at him, licking his lips before leaning forward and sucking the tip of Alex’s cock into his mouth. He’s gentle suckling on the tip and leaving little kitten licks on his head. Alex moans once George finally takes the whole of him inside, the tip of his cock pressed against the back of George’s throat, gag reflex? Apparently not, he must have done this before.

George keeps his head pressed down, Alex really wants to push his fingers into George’s hair, and buck up into his throat, but he’s not sure it’s allowed and besides it feels a little too gay. George bobs his head up and down, in rapid succession, hitting the back of his throat with every thrust, there’s no way he can hold on, it feels too good, too warm, too wet and- “George, George, shit-“ It all happens too soon, he’s cumming down George’s throat, who wasn’t expecting it all and coughs, he soon recovers and swallows the rest that hasn’t escaped his mouth.

“Sorry George, that seem to come out of nowhere.” He dares to look at George for the first time, his eyes are big and wet, he’s got a dribble of cum running down his chin, a feral part of Alex wants to scoop it up it and shove it back into George’s mouth. The thought alone makes him hate himself. It makes the anger rise inside of him like active volcano.

“There’s no fucking way that you haven’t done that before are you a little cock sucker Georgie?” George looks shocked, or at least he does at first then he just looks sad. “I’ve done it before, with Lando.” Alex narrows his eyes, jealousy sets in the pit of his stomach, but he can figure out what he’s jealous of. “And you don’t find it at least the smallest bit gay to suck Lando of?” A deep blush sets in George’s cheek bones, it runs all way down his neck. “Alex, I am-”

“You’re what George?” George doesn’t say anything, just jumps off the bed and grabs his sweaty clothes from the floor. “I’m not here to be insulted Alex, I’m here for you when you’re ready to talk.” And just like that, he walks out of the room, leaving Alex feeling more confused than ever. Talk about what?

China

Alex is sitting in the Williams hospitality with Carlos, both feeling somewhat elated, the disqualifications working to their advantage, but it’s hard to feel totally happy when it comes at the misery of your coworkers

“George wants to talk about homophobia at the next FIA meeting.” Carlos informs him, somewhat disinterested biting the nail on his Pinky finger. It makes the hairs on Alex’s body stand up. “Yeah? What did he say exactly.” Carlos looks up at him. “That drivers shouldn’t be afraid to come out, to be themselves, they shouldn’t have to be ashamed for who they fall in love with and honestly I agree with him, because, well I’m in love with Lando.” Alex’s head starts to spin, he should say something to Carlos, but he feels sick, that bitter resentment about George returns, this is his fault. “I need to leave.” Carlos looks shocked but he does say anything.

Alex makes the mistake of getting drunk before going to find George, emptying the hospitality of everything with an alcohol content, his last encounter with George, still makes him feel nervous, and he needs the courage of good old-fashioned alcohol to get him through this. He storms over to George’s driver room, he doesn’t bother to knock on the door, and what he finds shocks him to the core.

George is bent over the arm of the sofa, while none other than Oscar Piastri is balls deep inside of him, fucking him hard. His feet feel like they are glued to the floor, he can’t move, he can only stare as Oscar bites down on George’s shoulder and cums inside of him.

“Thanks mate, that’s one way to celebrate my win.” Oscar chuckles, lightly slapping George’s arse as he pulls out of him. “Jesus Alex, where did you come from?” Fuck, he’s been caught. George snaps his head around, eyes meeting Alex’s. He’s got his own cum splattered up his stomach and abs, that horrible jealous feeling comes back to him. He hates himself.

“It’s true then? You are a cock sucker.” George stays silent, he looks horribly embarrassed at being caught. “Hey, no need for that mate, he’s a very good cock sucker.” Oscar walks over and wraps his arms around George’s neck. “It’s disgusting.” Alex says and George lets out the saddest noise Alex has ever heard in his life. It makes something deep inside of Alex scream, go hug that boy, but another part of him wants to punch George for making him feel that way. Oscar sighs, still holding George tightly. “Read the room Alex, half of the grid are cock suckers as you so ungraciously put it, don’t bring your homophobia around here, if you don’t like it, it’s your problem not ours.” Alex doesn’t have to hear that, he turns around and slams the door on his way out. He pretends he can’t hear George crying through the door while Oscar comforts him.

Fuck this, fuck George, fuck Oscar.

Japan

Alex’s good run of form continues in Japan, another good drive and another points finish. As he heads back to his hotel room alone, he can’t help but feel like there is something missing. Deep down he knows it, he’s missing George. Thet haven’t spoken since the driver’s room incident in China. When he exits the elevator, he finds George standing outside of his room, eyes sunken looking dejected. “Hey.” He says, Alex isn’t sure when George last seemed that small, vulnerable even. “Can we talk?” Alex nods, he uses his key card to open the door and lets George inside. Its messy like it was before, but George doesn’t comment on it, he silently sits down on the edge of the bed and plays with a lose thread on his sweater.

“I always thought I could be myself around you Alex, and you wouldn’t judge me for who I am. I’m hurt, you’ve really hurt my feelings and-” George cuts off furiously wiping away the tears rolling down his face. Alex cuts in, not letting George finish. “I feel like you took advantage of me, you should have told me you were gay, and I never would have let you-“ George stands up angry. “What, you wouldn’t let me suck your dick? I don’t see how it makes a difference.”

“Oh George, come here.” He sniffs, but he does come over and lets Alex pull him into a hug. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m acting like this, I just feel angry all the time. “Of course, I accept you for who you are, I bloody love you.” Alex kisses his cheek. “Is Oscar your boyfriend then?” George shakes his head. “No, I guess we are fuck buddies, we can’t have who really want.”

“So, you’re a bottom, you like it up the ass?” George’s eyes go wide, as he finds himself pushed back onto the bed. “Alex, what is this?” He doesn’t know, why he does it, but he sits down on George’s hips. “I want to know what it feels like, to do it with a man, I want to know if I like it”

“I don’t know Alex, I’m not a toy.” George doesn’t stop him, as he undoes the buckle on George’s belt and slides the jeans down his hips. “It’s not gay, is it? If I’m fucking you, it’s not gay, I can just pretend you’re a girl.” George pushes him so hard; he falls backwards onto the floor.

“What the fuck Alex? You can’t use me like that, just pretend I’m a girl. I didn’t ask you to fuck me, you started all of this. I don’t know what fucked up bull shit is going on your head, but don’t talk to me again until you fix it.” George pulls up his jeans and storms out of the room. Alex can only watch him from the floor, his cock throbbing inside his pants.

Alex has the most shameful wank of his life, he thinks about Oscar taking George hard, he imagines what it’s like, what George feels like, all warm and tight wrapped around him. He cums all over is hand, hating himself more than ever. He should just be honest with George; he loves George, and he’s probably just fucked that up because he’s too ashamed to put a label on his sexuality. He doesn’t even need to label himself as gay, he loves George and that’s all that matters. He’s going to make it up to him.

Bahrain

Bahrain is a shit show for Williams, Carlos finishes the race early with a huge hole in his side pod and Alex finds himself out of the points, but George drove a wonderful race, he deserves that P2. Alex is really going to make it up to him tonight, he decides to find Oscar straight after their media duties.

“Oscar, so George likes it hard then.” Alex pants, Oscar raises an eyebrow, putting his hands on his hips. “Start again, Alex.” Alex feels his cheeks heating up. “I want to make it up to George, does he like it hard?” Oscar coughs and uses his hand to cover up the forming smirk on his face.

“Not really no, we have an agreement, when I win, I usually take him hard because I’m really into the dom/sub scene, when George wins he likes to be taken gently, he likes to be cared for, you can really get him going if you call him a good boy.” Alex takes note of all this. “So, you make love to him, then?”

“Sort of, yeah, I hope you’re going to be nice to him, I heard about what you tried in Japan, just why did you think that was a good idea? You know him better than anyone Alex, you know how self-critical and sensitive he is.” Alex knows all this, he hates himself for it. “All the advice I can give is, don’t go in all guns blazing and expecting sex, talk to him, make him feel special you really hurt his feelings, Alex.”  Oscar really has a wise head on his shoulders for such a young person. “Thank you.”

“Georgie” Alex finds him walking out of the paddock. “I’m really sorry for last week, please let me make it up to you.” George’s eyes meet his own for a second, before they look down at his feet. “Ok Alex, of course. You’re my best mate.”

Alex takes George back to his hotel room; Alex had sent Patrick up earlier to sort everything out. “This is my way of saying sorry.” Alex pushes open the door, Patrick has done an amazing job, a small table in the middle of the room decorated with a white tablecloth and candles. Two plates with steak and veggies because he knows how much George hates fries. “Surprise George, the food is room service, so I apologise if it’s shit.” George giggles taking the seat Alex had pulled out for him.

“You did all this for me?” George asks, his face is bright and glowing he genuinely looks happy. “I just wanted to make it up to you.” Alex can’t help but stare back at George, he’s so distracted he spills wine on the white tablecloth. George giggles again. “Ouch, that’s going to be one expensive laundry bill.

“George.” Alex takes George’s hand into his own, they’ve just finished their meal, Alex is not drunk but, the wine is giving him all the confidence he needs. He strokes his thumb over George knuckles. “I think I’m in love with you.” George gasps, his head shoots up. “But you were horrible to me, you called me a cock sucker.”

“I don’t think I’m gay.” Alex starts, George’s breath hitches in anger, he goes to stand up. “Please listen to me.” There must be some kind of desperation in Alex’s voice because George nods and sits down again. “I don’t think I’m gay, but I know I’m in love with you, I think about you all the time, I want you to be mine George, I want you so fucking badly.”

George stands up and makes his way around the table, he sits down on Alex’s knees, his legs wrapped around his waist and presses their lips together. Alex responds instantly, matching George’s pace, it’s not a hard or rough kiss, it’s soft and passionate, Alex can almost feel the love radiating off George. It feels like nothing else matters in the world, while he has his lips pressed against George’s softer ones. Alex moves his hand and cups George’s jaw, using his thumb to stroke the smoothness of his cheeks.

“You’re perfect George, I want you so bad.” Alex pants, breaking the kiss. George just gapes at him, his lips are swollen and he’s looking up at Alex, like he hung the moon. “What do you want?” George asks eventually. “I want to fuck you George, I want to make love to you, I want to know what your cute little ass feels like wrapped around me.” George honest to God moans and rubs his ass against the growing boner in Alex’s pants.

“Shall we move this to the bed?” Alex lets his hands fall to George’s hip and lifts him from the ground, carrying him over to the bed and laying down in the

middle of it. “Clothes off, Russell.” George doesn’t make a show of it, he takes them off as quickly as he can, in fact Alex does the same.

“Do you have lube?” George asks spreading himself out like a goddess. “Fuck no.” Alex wants to kick himself. “There’s some in my bag.” Alex wants to ask why, but then he remembers that Oscar won today, and he doesn’t want to think about that, so instead he grabs George’s bag and takes the lube from the inside pocket.

“If it doesn’t feel good, or I hurt you please just say. I’ve been with girls before obviously, but this is new to me.” George nods. “I’m sure you’ll do a great job Alexander.” Alex pours a generous amount onto his fingers; the last thing he wants to do is hurt George in any way.

“Are you ready for me baby?” Alex soothes his hand over the pale skin of George’s thigh, bending his leg to gain him access to his cute little hole. “Please Alex.” Alex circles George’s entrance, and slowly slides a finger inside of him, pulling the cutest little gasp from George. “How does that feel, love?” Alex gives the finger and experimental little twist, George moans and it might be the cutest thing Alex has ever heard, he can’t quite resist leaning forward and pressing a kiss onto George’s soft lips. “You’re doing good, Lex.”

Alex takes things slow, as soon as George opens up around the first finger, he slowly pushes in a second one to join the first one. George doesn’t seem to be in any discomfort, but Alex kisses him away. “Such a good boy taking my fingers.” George keens, and shudders it almost makes Alex come on the spot. Alex scissors his fingers and starts to thrust with him, opening him up even more ready for his cock. Alex works eventually has four fingers thrusting inside of George, and deep enough to rub over his prostate. Alex can’t help but enjoy the little choked moans falling from Georges lips.

“Alex, I’m ready please.” Alex slowly lets his fingers slide out of George, he takes the tube of lube and pours some over his cock, he can’t hold back the moan, finally giving himself a little bit of attention. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see what you feel like inside.”

“I have condoms in my bag, if you want them.” George’s face is unreadable. “Do you mind if we do it without, I’m clean. I promise and can I take you on your back? I want to see what you look like blissed out in pleasure.” George smirks. “You kinky fucker.”

Alex takes George’s legs and wraps them around his waist. Fuck he already can’t wait to be inside of him. “Are you ready my love?” George digs his heals into Alex’ back and nods. “Please, Lex.” Alex leans forward and presses his lips against George’s as he sinks inside of him, swallowing George’s gasps as he gives him an inch at a time. Alex is quite big, and he doesn’t want this to hurt George in anyway, so he keeps kissing him until he’s balls deep inside.

“Fuck.” George throws his head back into the mountain of white pillows. Alex stalls to give George all the time he needs to adjust, he can’t quite help but stare at how obscene, how perfect George looks around him, tight as a vice. “You’re so perfect Georgie, taking me like this, you’re such a good boy.” George shudders again and for a second Alex thinks he’s going to cum on the spot.

“Please Lex, move please.” George blushes, probably from how desperate he sounds. Alex doesn’t waste another second; he takes George’s hips into his hands and starts to move. Their bodies move together perfectly, Alex fills him with long, deep thrusts, wanting to give George the maximum amount of pleasure.

“I just can’t get enough of you, George.” Alex presses his lips against George’s ear, whispering sweet nothings, giving him all the praise he deserves.

"You are so good at this Georgie your body is all mine, I’m only sorry I didn’t do this sooner. I want to look after you, I want to own you, I want to make you mine, I want to make love to you, forever.” Alex has never felt so good, he’s not even sure his first win could ever make him feel as good as he does now, George is incredibly responsive to him, he has his head thrown back, his hips arching up over the bed, crying out Alex’s name over and over again. “Fuck you’re beautiful George, so fucking beautiful,”

Alex finally finds the bundle of nerves deep inside of George, who moans in delight, his eyes roll into the back of his head in pure pleasure. “Fuck Alex, I only want you, please.” Alex presses is forehead against Geoge’s and stares into his wide blue eyes. “Yours forever, Georgie.” Alex takes George’s cock into his hand and strokes him to the same pace as his thrusts.

Alex speeds up a little bit filling up George with deep loving thrusts, making sure to hit George’s prostate with everyone. George is losing it now, his eyes are in the back of his head, he’s babbling incoherently, his shaking all over. His orgasm soon overtakes him, he cries out Alex’s name as he spills himself all over Alex’s hand and his own stomach. Alex keeps fucking George through the waves of his orgasm, as he chases his own high. George seems too out of it to care, but Alex keeps whispering into his ear calling him a good boy over and over again, until his hips stutter and come to stop, as he spills inside of George’s filling him up with his cum, with a gentle sigh.  

Alex gently pulls out of and pulls George into a spooning position. “George, is it bad of me to say I only want to fuck you? I don’t want you to fuck me.” George hums shuffling back closer to Alex. “No? Oscar only likes top too, and I prefer bottoming so that works for me, Oscar calls me a pillow princess.” Alex bites down on George’s shoulder, causing him to yelp. “Hey. You’re mine not Oscars.”

“And George?” Alex asks again. “Yeah?” George sounds like he’s half asleep. “I think I’m in love with you.” George reaches over Alex’s hand and presses a kiss against his knuckles. “That’s ok, because I’m in love with you too, Alexander.”

[twinkboimler]

June Fic Recs

It's been a while since I put one of these together! Under the cut are a selection of great spirk, mckirk, spones, and mcspirk fics I've read in the past few months with a brief description of what I liked about them. Enjoy!

SPIRK

Tomorrow’s Circus by Borealisblue. TOS. Explicit, 56,084 words (as of 6/20/24). Work in progress. Circus au, 1930s, everyone’s human. The friends-to-lovers and pining in this is SO GOOD and I really think that everyone needs to be reading this fic. I haven’t been this invested in a fic in a long time; getting that subscription email letting me know this fic has updated can literally fix me when I’m having a bad day. Cannot rec this fic enough if you’re in the mood for a slowburn, plus the art in it is phenomenal.

A Perfect Fit by ThereBeWhalesHere. TOS. Teen and Up Audiences, 7,097 words. Role swap: Captain Spock and First Officer Kirk. Spock’s POV, admittance of feelings, first kiss. This fic is so lovely, I love a fic where I get to just watch these two get to know each other and fall in love.

Time After Time by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin). SNW and Disco. Explicit, 138,921 words. I loved this fic. The pining and sexual tension is so good, and this fic has a good balance of humorous fluffy scenes and angst and incredibly hot smut. It’s a spirk fic, yes, but it really dives into sibling dynamics as it explores the Kirk brothers’ relationship as Spock continues to process the Michael-shaped hole in his life. I love this take on this era’s Spock, there’s so much he doesn’t know about himself yet. I also really adore how this fic writes all the characters—you really get a sense of everyone’s personalities in this fic, the entire crew feels so ALIVE. Just fantastic characterizations of everyone!

Big Me (But It's You I Fell Into) by waketosleep. AOS. Mature, 38,728 words. This is the fic that got me to care about golf. I wish I was kidding—now I join my in-laws when they’re watching it on the TV. This fic has a scene between McCoy and Kirk during Kirk’s first tournament with him that had me laughing my ass off. Never not thinking about this fic; the dangerous part about reading a sports au is suddenly you care about that sport. Don’t think it can happen to you? Give this fic a try. 

Consume by the_moonmoth. AOS. Explicit, 1,139 words. Must be logged in to read. Very hot smut. Dirty talk, mind melds, Bottom!Kirk and Top!Spock. This fic just hits.

You Could Call It Love by lurikko. TOS. Mature, 45,791 words. Fake marriage, slowburn, getting together. This fic is SO good, just a whole bunch of tropes that I adore.

SPONES

That Which Lingers by stanzas. TOS Movies. Teen and Up Audiences, 1,008 words. Takes place after The Search for Spock. Established relationship with some very sweet moments as they deal with the lingering side effects of the fal-tor-pan. This fic is just everything to me, it absolutely melted my heart.

So Hold Me Close and Say Three Words by Rusoe. TOS. Mature, 1,103 words. Omegaverse. Nesting, Omega!McCoy and Alpha!Spock. I absolutely wasn’t expecting this fic to dive into insecurities about aging when I clicked on it. Loved this!

Stop Making Sense by therev. TOS. General Audiences, 13,775 words. Spock is severely injured as a result of a decision McCoy had to make in order to save the lives of others. McCoy carries a lot of guilt over his actions, even as Spock recovers from his injuries. Very good.

it’s all downhill from here by strangenewwords. AOS. Teen and Up Audiences, 2,082 words. McCoy takes Joanna sledding. Joanna gets overtired, and McCoy gets overwhelmed and panicky. Love this fic’s take on Dad!McCoy, and the spones in this is so damn sweet.

MCKIRK

and i can lend you broken parts that might fit (like this) by jeyhawk. AOS. Explicit, 17,461 words. Academy era, first they hookup, then get to know each other, and then their relationship grows from there. I’m a sucker for fics with this setup. 

Resistless is your charm by fangirlandiknowit. AOS. Explicit, 6,031 words. After hearing about Uhura’s awful first date with Kirk, McCoy decides to text him. Includes some mini-golfing and a very good car hookup scene. Loved this.

MCSPIRK

Tex-Mex Eggrolls and Spinach Dip by Ncc1701ohno. TOS. Explicit, 3,746 words. Smut, light bondage. The setup for this fic is that Spock, McCoy, and Kirk find themselves stuck in the 21st century and work at the Cheesecake Factory in order to make ends meet. I desperately want this fic to become a multi-part series, because the concept is endlessly amusing to me (which is pretty obvious since I partially inspired the idea). A very funny and very hot fic.

Everything That Disappears by sagesiren. AOS. Mature, 19,748 words. Academy era, kid fic, Trans!McCoy, fluff and emotional hurt/comfort. Absolutely loved this, McCoy being a single dad is everything to me. A very entertaining get-together fic for the three of them while exploring parenthood and being trans.

Approximation by liadan14. AOS. Explicit, 15,167 words. Mutual pining, hot smut, and a really interesting plot told non-chronologically. I especially enjoyed Spock’s characterization in this fic, but I love how all three of them are written!

[liaromancewriter]

Chasing Cars

Premise: It’s the first day of a new intern year, and Ethan’s patience is at an all-time low.

Book: Open Heart Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Sienna Trinh, F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: General. Fluff. Words: 975

A/N: This fic is set during Book 1, Ch 2 when Sienna tells Ethan Dr. Toussaint is looking for him. I got inspired by my new re-read and @dr-colossal-pita saying "Do it!" lol

Ethan Ramsey had just stepped off the elevator when he heard the familiar sounds of a Code Blue being called. He didn’t have a patient on this floor with severe enough complications to warrant the Code team. So, he didn’t pay any attention to it.

Mentally reviewing his to-do list, he strode towards the nurses’ station to check in on the patient he’d assigned to Valentine and Emery. He’d already had two run-ins with the former but had yet to meet Harper’s niece.

When they had worked on the emergency thoracotomy this morning, Ethan hadn’t connected the fresh-faced intern in scrubs with the Valentine whose residency application had caught his eye. It was early days, but he had high hopes for her.

If only she didn’t make him so damned nervous.

Both times they met today, something unspoken passed between them. It was unnerving for a man—an accomplished doctor—in his mid-thirties to feel this antsy about a woman, and an intern at that.

He shook his head at the unruly thoughts crowding his head. Shake it off, Ramsey.

Ethan was about to pull up the patient chart when panicked voices echoed from his patient’s room. He immediately recognized one of them and, recalling the Code Blue, rushed down the hall to ensure the interns hadn’t killed anyone.

“What the hell is going on in here, Rookie?” Ethan barked, glaring at the two interns.

“She was allergic to the antibiotics I prescribed,” Valentine explained, breathless from performing chest compressions.

Ethan, who’d been expecting a dozen feeble excuses and was ready to blast through all of them, paused at the thoughtful response.

“Well… at least you're taking responsibility. Sometimes, patients don't know about their own allergies. That’s why you always have to be cautious.”

He was surprised at how calm he sounded. Unfortunately for Valentine, it didn’t last long.

Despite the successful save, Ethan waited until Varma was gone before turning his ire back to the person who had let him down mere hours after promising they wouldn’t.

“And you…” he folded his arms across his chest and glared at Valentine, “you need to have a long, hard think about whether or not you're ready to be here. It doesn't matter that it’s your first day, or that you're still learning. Whether this girl lives or dies is on you.”

“…I know, Dr. Ramsey.”

Ethan could tell she was remorseful, but medicine was a life-or-death business. There was little room for error. The training wheels were off. He needed to make sure she understood that.

“You still have no idea what's wrong with her, and your first effort nearly killed her. This is the real world. No room for mista—”

“Hi! Dr. Ramsey? Sorry to interrupt.”

“For the love of god, what now?”

He turned at the sound of a perky voice and nearly cursed at the sight of the petite intern. She lingered awkwardly in the doorway, staring at him as if he’d sprouted horns and a pitchfork tail. Great. Now he was the ogre.

“One of the nurses told me… that one of the other interns told them… that one of the doctors said…”

“Skip to the point,” he said, impatience coloring his tone. He really hated the first day of intern year.

“Dr. Toussaint needs to see you urgently!”

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose and mumbled under his breath, “Lord save me from interns.”

He threw Valentine a warning look. “Remember what I said, Rookie. Next time I see you, you'd better have solved this case.”

The other intern jumped out of his as he swept out of the room and stomped toward the elevator bank.

What the hell did Toussaint want? If this was about the annual charity golf tournament again, Ethan had a few choice words about where the other doctor could shove his invitation.

The elevator was crowded, and Ethan muscled his way off when it stopped at Toussaint’s floor. He marched down the quiet hallway where a few senior doctors had offices. At this time of day, most were in the clinic or department meetings.

That was fortuitous because he was not in the mood to make small talk. He was running behind, first because of the Code Blue and now this unplanned detour.

Why couldn’t the man have just emailed him or sent a page instead of dispatching an intern?

“Ramsey?” Toussaint looked up in surprise at his perfunctory rap on the half-open door. “What can I do for you? Let me guess. You changed your mind about the golf tournament?”

“No,” said Ethan, leaning against the doorjamb. “I heard you wanted to see me.”

“Not me,” said the other doctor, stepping out from behind his desk. “I’m on my way out, in fact. Are you sure they said it was me?”

Ethan thought back to the interaction on the fifth floor and the chance interruption that had cut short his blistering putdown. His eyes narrowed to blue steel. Maybe it hadn’t been a coincidence after all, but a carefully planned tactic to protect a fellow intern.

“It was an intern, so who even knows if they got it right,” Ethan muttered, raking a hand through his hair.

“Or you’ve just been hazed,” Toussaint laughed, clearly enjoying his predicament.

Rather than argue, Ethan nodded and waved goodbye.

As he waited for the elevator, the shrill beep of his pager pierced the quiet. Ethan cursed under his breath, suddenly remembering he was supposed to be at a diagnostics team meeting.

On top of everything else, Naveen was acting strange—secretive, even. What was that about?

One thing at a time, Ethan told himself. Right now, his focus had to be on his patients and ensuring the interns made it through the first day in one piece. Naveen could wait a little longer.

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[bradshawssugarbaby]

What's Your Country Song? (TGM Mixtape Series)

When you're rolling down a two-lane highway and you turn your radio on, tell me which one hits you, baby, yeah, what's your country song?

-> a collection of works I've made based off of different country songs for the TGM universe.

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Neon Moon -> You're drowning your sorrows after calling off your engagement on Valentine's Day in a Mexican restaurant in San Diego. Alongside you, Bradley Bradshaw sits at the bar, going through a similar situation.

Remind Me ✿ -> Bradley Bradshaw is one hell of an aviator. He's one of the best at what he does. You only wish the same could be said of his performance as your husband.

All-American Girl -> Bradley's every part the doting dad to your daughter Tatum, but after talking to some of the other wives on base in your mom's group, you're worried he may be hiding his true feelings about fatherhood.

Hurricane --> Bradley's regretted breaking off his relationship with you for months, but when he sees you walking into the country club after his round of golf, he knows he has to fix things.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Cowboy Casanova ✿ -> Jake always refers to himself as a cowboy. Today, you've decided to test just how far that goes.

Heads Carolina, Tails California -> When you and your friends hear Jake Seresin's beach football mixtape, you can't help but join in the game.

God, Your Mama and Me -> Coronado's picturesque beaches have been a special, integral part of your relationship with Jake, and they're about to become a whole lot more important.

Beer Never Broke My Heart -> Jake's never been lucky in love, and as a result of past failures and heartbreaks, he's resolved to not fall in love anymore. That is, until he meets one of Bob's friends.

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Forever and Ever, Amen -> Deployments are hard for you. They're even harder for Bob. He reassures you he's never going to stop loving you though.

High On Lovin' You ✿ -> Bob's been taking on the doting dad role since the birth of your daughter, but lately, you've been finding yourself more and more attracted to how he cares for her. All The Pretty Girls -> Home for a long overdue visit, Bob is dreading seeing his family again. He doesn't fit in and he'd rather just be at home. Just as he's planning his escape, he sees you.

Beau "Cyclone" Simpson

Do I? -> Beau knows he's not the most attentive husband, but when he forgets his son Dylan's baseball tournament, he makes it his mission to make it up to you both. ✿ - denotes smut/18+ content.

credit to @mamachasesmayhem for the banner + @firefly-graphics for the divider 🤍

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Mike Luckovich

* * * *

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

April 4, 2025

Heather Cox Richardson

Apr 05, 2025

The stock market rout continued today. As expected, China announced retaliatory tariffs in response to those President Donald Trump announced on Wednesday. Chinese leaders say they will impose a 34% tariff on all U.S. goods imported into China next Thursday. Apparently, Trump did not think China would respond to his tariffs, and tried to sound as if he was still in control of the situation.

Trump is spending a long weekend in Florida, where he is attending the LIV golf tournament at his Doral club. But at 8:25 this morning, he reposted on his social media channel a video in which the narrator claimed that Trump is crashing the markets on purpose. The video claimed that legendary investor Warren Buffet “just said Trump is making the best economic moves he’s seen in over fifty years.” It went on to explain how “the secret game he’s playing” “could make you rich.” Buffett’s conglomerate Berkshire Hathaway quickly denied Buffett had said any such thing as the video claimed. “All such reports are false,” it said. In March, Buffett called tariffs “an act of war, to some degree.”

Then, about an hour before the U.S. markets opened, Trump posted on his social media channel: “CHINA PLAYED IT WRONG, THEY PANICKED—THE ONE THING THEY CANNOT AFFORD TO DO!” About twenty minutes later, he posted: “TO THE MANY INVESTORS COMING INTO THE UNITED STATES AND INVESTING MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF MONEY, MY POLICIES WILL NEVER CHANGE. THIS IS A GREAT TIME TO GET RICH, RICHER THAN EVER BEFORE!!!”

When the markets opened, they plummeted again. During trading today, the Dow Jones Industrial Average fell 2,231 points, or 5.5%, on top of the 1,679 points it fell yesterday. The S&P 500 fell 5.97% following the 4.84% it lost yesterday. The Nasdaq Composite dropped a further 5.8% after yesterday’s drop of nearly 6%. Oil prices also fell sharply despite the fact that Trump had exempted the U.S. energy industry from tariffs, as traders anticipate lower economic growth and thus less demand for gasoline, diesel, and jet fuel.

Twenty-five minutes before the market closed, Trump posted: “ONLY THE WEAK WILL FAIL!”

After-market trading continued downward.

Federal Reserve Chair Jerome Powell said today that Trump’s tariffs are “highly likely” to increase inflation and risk throwing people out of work. Economists at JPMorgan now place the odds of global recession at 60% unless the tariffs are ended.

Natalie Allison, Jeff Stein, Cat Zakrzewski, and Michael Birnbaum of the Washington Post reported how Trump came to impose the tariffs. After aides from a number of different government agencies came up with options for Trump to review, he decided instead on a different option, one that has drawn ridicule because it is crude and has nothing to do with tariffs at all. He reached the amounts of tariff levies by dividing the trade deficit of each nation (not including services) by the value of its imports and then dividing the final number by 2.

The reporters note that Trump didn’t land on a plan until less than three hours before he announced it, and made his choice with little input from business or foreign leaders. Neither Republican lawmakers nor the president’s team knew what Trump would do. “He’s at the peak of just not giving a f*ck anymore,” a White House official told the reporters. “Bad news stories? Doesn’t give a f*ck. He’s going to do what he’s going to do. He’s going to do what he promised to do on the campaign trail.”

While right-wing media and Republican lawmakers have worked hard to spin the economic crisis sparked by Trump’s tariffs, Financial Times chief data reporter John Burn-Murdoch used charts on social media to show that Americans are not happy. Consumers give Trump’s economic plan the worst ratings of any administration’s economic policy since records began. He has had the same impact on economic uncertainty as the global coronavirus pandemic did. Almost 60% of Americans expect the economy to deteriorate over the next year, and they are very worried about job losses.

Burn-Murdoch noted that despite the attempt of right-wing media to hide the crisis, more than half of Americans have heard unfavorable business news coverage of the government’s policies. While MAGA continues to approve of Trump, he’s rapidly losing support among the rest of the coalition that put him into office.

The administration apparently doesn’t care much more about the law than it does about the reactions to the tariffs that are crashing the economy. Today, U.S. District Court judge Paula Xinis ordered the government to bring back to the United States no later than 11:59 p.m. on April 7 a legal resident it mistakenly sent to a notorious prison for terrorists in El Salvador. On Monday, administration lawyers told the court that the government had swept up Kilmar Abrego Garcia because of an “administrative error” but that it could not bring him back because he was outside the reach of American laws.

Priscilla Alvarez and Emily R. Condon of CNN note that in a hearing about the case, Xinis said that Abrego Garcia, who was in the U.S. legally and was not charged with any crimes, was arrested last month “without legal basis” and was deported “without justification of legal basis.” “This was an illegal act,” Xinis said. “Congress said you can’t do it, and you did it anyway.”

Trump’s deputy chief of staff, Stephen Miller, responded to the judge’s order by calling Xinis a “Marxist judge” who “thinks she’s president of El Salvador.” The White House responded to the judge’s order by saying, “We suggest the Judge contact President Bukele [of El Salvador] because we are unaware of the judge having jurisdiction or authority over the country of El Salvador.”

Legal analyst Steve Vladeck responded that while a U.S. federal court cannot order the Salvadoran government to release Abrego Garcia, the U.S. government should be able to secure his release. If it can—and in this case it should be able to—the court can order it to do so.

If that were not the case, the administration could simply get rid of anyone it wanted to by sending them to a prison outside the jurisdiction of the United States and then claiming it had no way to get them back.

Tonight, as the economy is in turmoil, Trump is speaking at a $1 million-per-person candlelight fundraising dinner at the Trump Organization's Mar-a-Lago property for the super PAC, MAGA Inc., that supports Trump. By law, MAGA Inc. can’t coordinate with Trump’s campaign organization, so the invitations for the dinner say that Trump is simply a guest speaker and is not asking for donations.

The terrible storms in the middle of the country continue. Authorities have issued flash flood emergencies in parts of Missouri, Texas, and Arkansas, and heavy rains are also expected in Kentucky.

Finally, four soldiers who died when their military vehicle sank in a deep swamp in Lithuania during a training exercise came home to Dover Air Force Base, in Dover, Delaware, today. Their recovery took about 200 U.S., Polish, Estonian, and Lithuanian personnel a week and required drones, search dogs, Navy divers, and ground-penetrating radar, as well as 70 tons of sand and gravel.

“We consider US soldiers in Lithuania as our own,” the Lithuanian Defense Ministry said after thousands of people joined Lithuanian president Gitanas Nausėda and other dignitaries in a dignified departure ceremony of the soldiers from Lithuania. “The farewell ceremony once again demonstrated our society's solidarity, respect, and gratitude to the Americans.”

—

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

[justice4billy]

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas

Warnings; morning after the night before

Chapter Fifteen

Hannah groaned as she fluttered her eyes open, sunlight filtered through the blinds causing her head to throb.

She slowly sat up, blinking before taking the two tablets laid out on the side. She gulped them with the water leftover from last night, cringing at the warm taste.

She felt a whoosh of cool air whip her body, shivering slightly she looked down at herself. She was naked which meant she had slept with Billy. Oh my god, what the hell was she thinking. Wasn't their relationship already complicated enough?

She noted his side of the bed was empty. Typical she thought rolling her eyes, blinking when she saw a post it note stuck to his pillow.

Gone for breakfast, didn't want to wake you. Feel free to join when your awake.

Billy.

Okay, now she felt bad for judging him she thought. May aswell face the music she concluded throwing off the sheet and getting out of bed. First she needed a shower.

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Billy had woken early. 6am to be precise and with splitting headache to match.

He had looked at Hannah sleeping soundly beside him. He wished he could forget last night, but he hated to admit he remembered all of it and how incredible it had been. She had been.

He decided to go for a walk, getting silently ready so not to wake her. He had gotten to the door and paused, looking over his shoulder and noting how the sunlight was hitting her just right. The sheet molding to her perfect body. No, it was his style to get up and leave before they woke up.

But something held him back, his feet simply wouldn't move.

"Dammit" he swore to himself reaching out for a pen and paper and writing her a note.

God, he was turning into a pussy he thought to himself putting the note down, before he could crumple it up and change his mind.

He needed a cigarette he concluded. That's how he ended up outside the reception area, smoking a cigarette and cringing as his phone went off.

"Hello" he mumbled through the cigarette.

"Bill, where the hell are ya man? Harry is throwing a huge ass party" Tommy shouted way to happily.

"Told ya I'm at Hannahs works thing" he mumbled taking a drag.

"Jesus, you're still there?" Tommy gauffed.

Billy huffed. "It's 8 in the morning of course I am" he grumbled.

"Damn man, feel like we haven't hung out in a while" he stated.

"I saw you two days ago" Billy sighed.

"At work" Tommy stated. "You aren't going a soft now?" Tommy asked.

Billy paused. "No" he replied quickly.

"You hesitated" Tommy stated. "Shit, did you two have sex?" Tommy asked.

Billy paused. "Um, no" he responded dumbly.

"You totally did! What the hell man? What about the money?" He asked sounding exasperated.

"I gotta go man" Billy stated.

"Okay, we will talk when you get home" Tommy replied.. "You're still coming to watch the football Saturday?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah, Hannah will be at yoga or whatever" Billy blurted.

"You're whipped man" Tommy stated. "Bye" he hung up before Billy could berate him. He was not whipped.

"Ahh, nice to see you again" a voice stated.

Bully turned around, his eyes narrowing as he saw Jason. "The hell are you doing here?" He asked.

"Here on a golf tournament" he replied smug. "Guessing your here with Hannah?" He probed.

Billy huffed. "Look man, I was wrong about her wanting you back" Billy stated.

Jason rose a brow. "Is it because your with her?" He asked smirking as he clocked Billy's confused expression. "Heard the end of your conversation" he nodded.

Billy narrowed his eyes. "You should stay away" he warned stubbing out his cigarette and walking away.

"Tell Hannah i'll see her Saturday" Jason called out.

Billy stopped in his tracks, his fists clenched. He turned around watching as Jason went back to his work pals.

He would have chased after him ordinarily and beat him to a pulp, but he didn't want to embarrass Hannah. His mind was totally fucked.

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"Hey" Hannah waved as she spotted Billy coming into view.

Billy smiled. "Hey, you eaten yet?" He asked.

Hannah shook her head. "No, normally I don't eat when I've been drinking but today I feel like I need a greasy breakfast" she waffled nervously.

"I know a place" Billy stated. "I'll go check out" he added.

Hannah handed him her key card. "I packed the rest of your stuff too, hope you don't mind" she replied.

Billy shook his head. "Shoulda called I'd have helped you with the bags" he offered taking her card.

Hannah's stomach fluttered at the suggestion. He was willing to help her, gosh she needed to get a grip. "It's okay" she smiled.

Billy nodded walking over to the counter, before coming back a few minutes later. "You good to go?" He asked.

Hannah nodded. "Sure" she replied following him to his car.

The pair got in, music playing quietly into tge background as they drifted off into a comfortable silence. Hannah felt her eyes fluttering shut before the car came to a stop.

"Were here" Billy stated.

Hannah looked up at the place. It was a roadside diner, something she had never tried before and not because she didn't want too. Jason always insisted they eat at the best establishments.

"It's not much but they do the best eggs" Billy stated.

"No, its good" Hannah shot him a little grin as she unbuckled her belt.

The pair entered the diner. An elderly waitresses assigned them to a secluded booth before taking their orders.

Hannah took a sip of her coffee. "So about  last night" she started twiddling her thumbs nervously.

"You don't have to worry about it" Billy replied. "If you want it to be casual or a one time thing that's good with me" he replied.

Hannah frowned, of course it was.

"Yeah, one time thing is fine" she replied as they fell into silence again.

If that was the case, why didn't she believe herself?

[ofeliaxoxo]

https://www.tumblr.com/ofeliaxoxo/779934849898364928/i-love-that-charles-golf-trick-shot-video-going?source=share

!!!! i think the video works well for both of your primary charlos components because carlos is soooo golf-obsessed (even yesterday in the post fp interviews it was so funny to me when someone asked him about the masters and he was like Its The Best Tournament In The World I Would Be Watching It For 10 Hours Straight If I Didnt Have The Stupid Bahrain Grand Prix For My Job.) that to ME in my rpf brain theres no way even if it was against his will that at least a part of carlos didnt find charles making the trick shot incredibly hot. like he was so delighted by it yes but i kind of think its practically impossible for charlos to have a Being Competent At Sports moment without an undercurrent of like sexual tension/energy even when its not visible on the surface its still There in some form. feel free to disagree though ofc hahaha

no ABSOLUTELY. what if you made a silly golf trickshot and in reaction I simply had to touch your skin. What if I needed to show you with our bodies how much I like what yours can do. To show you how much I liked your golf trickshot I had to make sure I was standing up close to you so I could grab your hand and throw your arm about and you smiled and offered no resistance and let me. Because we are both so amused by the golf trickshot