#IC || everett

[cinematic-phosphenes]

Otto Hightower and his wife, Alyrie Florent ASOIAF as historical paintings (26/∞)

Peace Concluded, 1856 John Everett Millais

[ronearoundblindly]

Ro! I’ve been on a mint chocolate chip ice cream kick lately, and it makes me wish I could share a pint with a babe (that’s also probably very much the pre period hormones, but anywayyy) which ice cream flavor do you think you would associate with each of the babes? Their favorite flavor and/or personality trait-wise.

Mint chip is my favorite, too! \o/ I don't get to eat ice cream much, but this was interesting to think about. I will try not to project onto the babes, though, only their pure likes maybe...

Oh snap! I can use the banner again!!! (All characters I've ever written for below.)

James Mace - Neapolitan

When this guy indulges (very rarely), he can't decide on just one flavor, so the easiest thing to do is get multiples. If he can go to a shop where you order by the scoop, he'll ask whoever is behind the counter what the popular or new or their faves are and try three of those. Mace, I believe, can pack away some ice cream.

Curtis Everett - Birthday Cake or Cotton Candy

The sickliest sweet things are a delight to Curtis. He's never gotten over how bland and boring and miserable the food of his childhood was. He goes nuts for sugar overload, but in intensity of taste, not in volume.

Jimmy Dobyne - Peach

Fruity, refreshing, creamy, and just screaming to add a dirty joke onto the end of it, Jimmy will use any excuse to sneak a double-entendre into polite conversation with a pretty lady. "Your peaches taste the sweetest..." Yeah, dessert is more about flirting than it is about eating. Ice cream is nice in the heat, however, so it's a great date option.

Johnny Storm - Cookies & Cream

With extra cookie crumbles and caramel sauce on top, he'll demand. Sprinkles, too, if you have it. Maybe some gummy worms or cereal. At least, like, five cherries. Oh! Also preferred that it be hard frozen when he starts eating so that it's not soup halfway through his rapid eating of it. The sensation of eating ice cream gets lost when he can barely tell it's cold.

Jake Jensen - Black Raspberry Chocolate Chip

This flavor has everything (and yeah, ok, I am projecting a bit on this one, whatever). Jake likes a whole lot of flavors and textures; he's actually not picky at all. He does enjoy ~the hunt~ for this rarer find in all his travels because raspberry is a popular flavor--it's often a sorbet though--but it's not the most popular of the berry options. He also will try all of the crazy niche flavors at hole-in-the-wall places. Conversely, it is easier to work while not holding a bowl or cone, so Jake loves a good milkshake or malt. Those he can sucked down like air.

Lloyd Hansen - Mint Chocolate Chip

My theory is this man is obsessed with fresh: fresh food, fresh sheets, fresh intel, fresh meat. Bet you his lip balm is always, only mint, too. Very classic. Very pristine. Fresh. Sweetness with a purpose.

Ari Levinson - Butter Pecan

Fine, I'm projecting again, idec, but you can't tell me Ari isn't this kind of old soul who loves not-overly-sugary treats! You cannot change my mind. That guy loves the crunch of candied pecans in there, he freaking lives for that rounded slightly-savory sweet cream flavor, and he loves that it's widely available but never sold out anywhere. Easy!

Ransom Drysdale - Coffee

And it's weirdly been that way since he was too young of a kid to drink coffee? Turns out, this was the flavor his father got but told Ransom he wasn't old enough for, he wouldn't like it. Of course, Ran immediately ordered two scoops of it in a chocolate dipped sprinkle cone, and while he may not have been totally keen on it in that exact moment, coffee-flavor grew on him. He loves it as much as he loves all of the other behaviors that say "f*** you" to his parents.

Steve Rogers - Rocky Road

Created during the Great Depression, this ice cream was shared between Steve and his Ma quite a few nights when he was too sickly to go out but needed a pick-me-up. Bucky enjoyed it with him, too, but it's not his favorite. Steve tends to really enjoy eating only when there's nostalgia attached to the food.

Bucky Barnes - Chocolate Chip Peanut Butter

Rich, velvety, and made slightly different by each company. Sometimes Bucky wants ribbons of fudge and the tiny pb cups mixed in; sometimes he wants full-blown chocolate ice cream with peanut butter swirled in. Can't go wrong. Only good, heavy, decadent happiness vibes.

I am...stunned at how confident I feel in these choices HA!

Thank you for asking!

[bourbonificould]

I was at my lecture today and the professor was yapping about this guy called Lee, and everytime he said his name my mind would flash with this scene

[andthemouseroared]

12. [SAFEGUARD]

Sgh.Everett Safe Guards Ashley!

https://www.tumblr.com/andthemouseroared/751113914317717504/classsymemes-a-comprehensive-list-of-scenarios?source=share

It's a scene of hellish chaos as the B.O.W. army fires round after round of incendiary ammo and lobs grenade after grenade at the ramshackle wooden structure Ashley and Ethan have taken cover in. Fire rages and the ground is rocked by explosions as timbers burn and buckle around them. Ashley begins to cry out:

"Ethan! Look out! The building is about to..."

Before she can finish her thought or even process what's happening, Ashley feels the wind knocked out of her by a bodily tackle shoving her clear of the collapsing inferno.

Dazed, she looks up at her savior and finds Ethan on top of her.

After a moment to regain her bearings, Ashley nervously breaks the silence.

"Ummm...Hi. Thank you for saving me," she mutters awkwardly.

[mystalwartheart]

58 - Sgh.Everett defending Jill!

From this prompt; https://www.tumblr.com/classsymemes/687170508243042304/a-comprehensive-list-of-scenarios-feel-free-to?source=share

Jill takes aim at the B.O.W.s bearing down on her, ready to fire another round when suddenly, Ethan leaps in front of her, pushes her back and unloads into them.

After the monsters fall, Jill stares at her teammate stunned.

"Ethan...You didn't have to do that! I was fine! Thanks for the help though: That was really brave."

[lightcreators]

@tiimecrash

  He  was  a  king.  He  was  the  Master  ruling  the  realm  of  the  Ocean  ----  that  sweetness  emotion  to  touch  his  rightful  place  without  possible  obstacles  on  his  way,  that  pleasant  emotion  to  be  wrapped  inside  a  kingdom  of  power  when  he  would  always  gain  the  upper-hand  …  Oh.  There  was  fragmented  part  within  his  mind  that  still  aspired  of  the  comfort  of  his  people,  nevertheless,  inside  happiness  of  his  current  position,  he  simply  admired  to  having  the  throne  for  himself.  Deciding  whatever  he  wanted  without  someone  or  something  bother  him.  Remaining  condescending  over  the  primitive  people  coming  from  the  surface,  who  never  get  the  strength  to  learn  their  lessons  as  they  should  be,  as  they  remaining  as  stupid  as  they  always  had  been  even  since  he  came  to  accessing  some  knowledge  about  them.  If  only.  If  only  he  had  showing  up  to  the  humans  inside  the  ground  how  really  he  was  threatening  ---  If  only  he  could  find  an  pleasant  excuse  to  making  entire  world  of  the  surface  fully  his,  imposing  his  laws  as  he  desired,  taking  over  each  country  by  ocean’s  threats,  as  an  simple  gift.  It  was  something  he  will  have  time  to  figuring  it  out.  It  will  be  something  he  will  have  pleasure  to  think  about  ---  and  removing  every  potential  problem  standing  on  his  way.  Nevertheless,  thinking  as  the  people  of  the  surface,  there  was  amusement  concerning  how  he  could  easily  imposing  judgement  from  the  sea  every  time  he  wanted  ---  and  would  appreciating  all  these  nice  destruction  imposed  by  the  power  of  water  within  his  fingers at any moment.

  Not  enough  people  flattered  his  name,  and  it  was  quite  disappointing  …  Nevertheless,  when  it  was  about  power,  he  always  had  been  the  hungry  type  ---  having  one  fragment  of  it  was  never  enough  and  he  always  wanted  more,  he  always  dreamed  of  an  worldwide  domination  than  the  position  of  king  just  seemed  the  beginning  of  an  long-term  conquest.  It  has  been  quite  a  wish  he  had  been  aspiring  since  day  one,  when  he  wanted  no  concurrent  within  his  race.  In  all  cases,  if  his  people  were  happy  to  his  reign,  he  will  have  his  desired  margin  for  requesting  more.  Immediate  smirk  flattered  his  features,  wrapped  within  happiness  on  the  compliment.  Though,  mocking  expression  resonating  within  his  eyes,  as  it  was  reminder  of  something  totally  who  have  to  be  expected.  ❝  I  don’t  think  the  earth  people  even  perceived  how  much  I  could  be  dangerous.  ❞  He  mused  amusingly,  as  the  thought  remained  tempting  every  day.  His  gaze  had  been  watching  the  water  that  could  be  perceived  inside  the  oceanic  room,  in  which  he  appreciated  the  show  at  each  moment  …  when  even  considering  how  much  he  was  working  on  his  powers;  he  desired  level  up  his  abilities.  Someday,  if  he  grows  bored,  maybe  for  fun,  he  would  create  one  tsunami  or  two  as  warning  coming  from  the  sea.  Someday,  if  boredom  finalized  to  taking  him  whole,  he  would  attempting  some  other  amusements  into  his  selves.  ❝  Dangerous  is  just  a  usual  compliment  for  me,  you  know,  Sola.  I’m  a  king.  As  a  king,  it’s  my  duty  to  rule,  it’s  my  duty  to  show  no  one  should  mess  up  with  me.  No  one  should  even  attempt  something  against  me.  I’m  their  Master,  and  humans  need  a  reminder  of  that  for  cherish  my  name, always cherishing my name.  ❞

[glacierfront]

you've been listening to me talk for an hour now. - from everettttttttt

"Yeah, but the important question is." Julie leans across the table, glittering in a way that implies she is about to insult him.

A very familiar look, for her, for him.

It's been nice to catch up. There was one terrifying moment -- okay, well, a lot of moments -- that when she'd told Everett she was quitting, back when she looked more sleep-deprived racoon than person, he would never speak to her again. They'd just... go their separate ways, and she'd have learned that their relationship was one of con(fucking)venience instead of something genuine.

Granted, it could still be convenient now — she did offer to pay for this meal, which is fucking rare — and he could drop her like a hot cake later — but now it feels. Not very convenient at all.

Nice is the word, she thinks. It feels nice.

Especially because she gets to smile at him, and ask, very sweetly: "Have I retained anything."

@budgetburials

[krupnick]

“oh, my god, did you just say “whack”?” from Lee Everett <3

bullet  train  (  2022  )  sentence  starters || accepting!

"Indeed I did. Observe:"

"Whack."

"Whack."

"Whack."

A few loud, meaty CRACKS and a flash of sterling silver, and suddenly the duo had a pile of split-domed zombies laying at their feet with stars in their blank eyes and undead tweety birds zipping around their knotted noggins. Jessica pooled her lips and blew the frothing steam off her trusty pan, giving a content hum before peeling back her neckline to deposit it back into its beloved hammerspace.

"I'm always able to draw in the mindless, drooling crowds, Lee, but you have a special talent for attracting the ones who are downright carnivorous. How can you possibly stand all the attention?"

[nia1sworld]

What is the ink chronicles favorite Ice cream?

Wyatt-Lemon Ice cream

Barbara- Cookies n' cream

Careen- Vanilla

Indiana- Chocolate

Marina- Strawberry

Rie- Blueberry

[poem-today]

A poem by Everette Maddox

Green Girl, Green Ice Cream

To the Memory of Wallace Stevens

The girl behind the drugstore counter may  Or may not know her ice cream is as green,  And the same shade of green, as her dress. To play  Colors off thus is human business: seen At the drug store now, at the Chukker later, where  The catsup bottle is as red, and the same  Red as the girl's loud shirt, and Hog Doo's hair  Is as yellow as his beer. We have no name  For such occurrences. You never asked  Their names. But you could have twirled  These colors like batons: for so you basked  In the accidental harmony of the world.

Everette Maddox (1944-1989)

[stormcried]

“   I didn’t expect to see you here. ” / from everett !

"Huh...? Wha'...? Uncle nevah told y'I come in here now?" Drake commented as he's looking over the screen of routes that his 'adversaries' had traveled recently. Sure, a random twelve-year-old inside of the base MIGHT'VE been a bit far fetched. But to say that he knew Donald is another. They didn't even look alike! Still, Drake had the access codes to the lair's entrance, so, it might've made sense to how he got in. Or he could've just snuck in for all Everett knew. He turns his attention onto the other. "I'm in here all th'toime now. Really surprised Unc Don nevah told me tha' other people of his lackeys were aroun'." Might've not been the BEST usage of the word, but he'll take it.

[buckets-and-trees]

Naughty thought, buuut : tattoo artists Ari and Curtis loving to create on your body, but not all permanent tattoos. Instead they write on your body. Sweet things like "beautiful" or "ours". But also... Nasty things. 😈 "Cum here" or "Owned toy" or a count of how many times they filled you.

Worship In The Bedroom Characters/Pairings: Ari Levinson x curvy female!Reader x Curtis Everett Word Count: 3.3k

Content/Warnings: explicit smut (mfm threesome, kissing, vaginal fingering, anal play, nipple play, vaginal intercourse, anal, double penetration, unprotected sex, overstimulation, cum play, cum eating), praise kink, dirty talk, light degradation, pet names (beautiful, sugar), body art

Author Notes: For the sixth week of Chris-mas... If you only care about the smut, go ahead and read - it can reasonably stand alone. If you want context and full resonance for the relationship, read the first two parts in the series.

↠ Main Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

As the first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, you stir awake, your body pleasantly sore and your mind stirring with memories of the night before. The warmth of two bodies pressed against you brings a smile to your face before you even open your eyes.

You blink slowly, adjusting to the soft morning light. Curtis is on your left, his muscular arm draped over your waist, his face peaceful in sleep. Ari is on your right, propped up on one elbow, already awake and watching you with a tender smile.

"Good morning, beautiful," Ari murmurs, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“G’morning,” you murmur, smiling back. This is the third weekend you’ve spent with the men, but the first night you’ve stayed over.

You stretch languidly, careful not to disturb Curtis. As you do, you notice an odd sensation on your skin - a gentle tickle, almost like a feather being drawn across your flesh. You look down and gasp softly in wonder. Delicate lines of ink dance across your skin, intricate patterns and swirling designs covering your arms, chest, and stomach. The artwork is mesmerizing - a temporary masterpiece etched onto your body.

The soft tickle you felt was Ari, adding to the artwork with a fine-tipped marker. Ari chuckles at your reaction. "We got a bit carried away last night," he explains, his voice low and warm. "When you fell asleep, we just couldn't resist."

You trace a finger along one of the designs - a delicate spray of flowers blooming across your hip. As you follow the lines, you notice how they flow seamlessly from one design to the next, creating a cohesive tapestry across your body.

"It's beautiful," you whisper, awe evident in your voice.

Curtis stirs beside you, his ice-blue eyes blinking open slowly. He takes in the sight of you covered in intricate designs and a slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face.

"Morning, sugar," he rumbles, his voice husky with sleep. His hand traces one of the designs on your stomach, sending a shiver through you. "Like what we’ve done with you?"

You nod, still mesmerized by the artwork adorning your skin. "It's incredible," you breathe. "I can't believe you did all this while I was asleep."

Ari chuckles, continuing to add to the design on your arm. "You sleep deep. This isn’t the only thing we did to you."

You gasp and Curtis squeezes your hip and hums in satisfaction.

Then Curtis props himself up on one elbow, mirroring Ari's position. His eyes roam over your body, taking in every line and curve of the temporary tattoos. His fingers trace a particularly intricate design on your ribcage, intertwining with your nearly healed new tattoo.

"These aren't just any markers," Curtis explains, his voice low and gravelly from sleep. "We used special body art pens designed for long-lasting temporary tattoos. They're made with a unique, skin-safe ink that bonds with the top layer of your skin."

Ari picks up from there with, "The designs will stay vibrant for 10 to 12 days, gradually fading as your skin naturally exfoliates. It's like having a whole new set of tattoos, but without the commitment or healing time."

Your eyes widen in surprise and delight. The idea of carrying their artwork on your skin for nearly two weeks sends a thrill through you. You imagine going about your daily life with these intricate designs hidden beneath your clothes, a secret reminder of another incredible night. And them.

Curtis's hand slides up your torso, between your breasts, following the lines of ink. "We wanted to mark you," he murmurs, his voice low and possessive. "To leave our mark in a way that would last a little longer."

Ari nods in agreement, adding a few final touches to a design on your shoulder. "Plus," he adds with a mischievous grin, "we couldn't resist the opportunity to turn your entire body into our personal canvas."

You raise up on your elbows to gt a better look at the artwork on your stomach, over your hips, and down your legs. The designs are intricate and beautiful, a blend of both men's artistic styles covering vast expanses of your exposed skin. You gasp when you register the filthy words they’ve written in the prettiest script. Slut and Pretty Holes and Cockworshipper and Property of Curtis & Ari with the most elaborate ampersand you’ve ever seen.

Your cheeks flush at the implications and the memories of the night before, accompanied by a renewed awareness of the pleasant soreness between your thighs. Flashes of the night before fly through your mind - hands exploring, mouths devouring, bodies intertwining in ways you never thought possible. The intensity of it all makes you shiver with renewed desire.

Curtis notices your reaction and smirks, his ice-blue eyes darkening with hunger. "Remembering last night, sugar?" he murmurs, his hand sliding down your stomach to rest on your hip.

You nod, biting your lip as heat pools in your core. "It was unreal," you breathe.

Ari chuckles, setting aside the marker and running his hand along your thigh. "And we're not done with you yet," he purrs, his voice low and full of promise.

Your breath hitches at Ari's words, excitement and anticipation coursing through you. Despite the soreness, you find yourself craving more.

Curtis leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "What do you say, sugar? Ready for round... what are we on now? Five? Six?" His voice is low and gravelly, sending shivers down your spine.

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "I... yes," you manage to whisper, your voice trembling slightly with desire.

Ari grins, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "That's our girl," he purrs, his hand sliding up your inner thigh. "Always so eager for more."

Curtis captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, swallowing your gasp as Ari slips two fingers in your cunt.

You moan into Curtis's kiss as Ari's fingers expertly work your sensitive flesh. The dual sensations of Curtis's demanding lips and Ari's skilled touch quickly reignite the fire in your core. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction against Ari's hand.

Curtis breaks the kiss, his ice-blue eyes dark with desire. "So responsive," he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. His hand cups your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple, causing it to harden into a tight peak.

Ari's fingers curl inside you, finding that spot that makes you see stars. "Still so wet for us," he purrs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I bet you could take us both right now."

Your breath catches at Ari's words, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through you.

Curtis's eyes darken with hunger as he watches your reaction. His hand slides down your body, joining Ari's between your thighs. "Think you can handle it, sugar?" he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly.

You moan as Curtis's fingers circle your clit, working in tandem with Ari's thrusting fingers. The dual stimulation has your hips bucking, seeking more friction.

"Yes, always want you," you manage to gasp out between pants of pleasure.

Ari grins, then nips at the inner flesh of your thigh, making you yelp. Curtis then smacks your clit, and you yelp again.

The sting of Curtis's slap on your sensitive clit sends a jolt of pleasure-pain through you, making you gasp and arch your back. Curtis takes advantage of your movement, his mouth latching onto your breast, tongue swirling around your nipple before sucking hard.

"Fuck," you moan, your hands tangling in their hair, not sure whether to pull them closer or push them away as the sensations overwhelm you.

Ari’s fingers continue to move in and out of your cunt, stretching you further as he adds a third digit.

"That's it, beautiful," Ari growls, his ice-blue eyes intense as he watches your face contort with pleasure. "Let us hear you."

Curtis releases your nipple with a wet pop. His blue eyes are dark with lust as he looms close to your face again and then licks a messy stripe up your neck and over your face. Then his lips brushing against your ear. "We're going to wreck you," he growls, his voice low and gravelly. "Fill you up completely."

Your body trembles with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation as Curtis and Ari continue their sensual assault. Their hands work in tandem, fingers probing and teasing the most sensitive areas of your body with practiced skill.

Ari's fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. "You ready for us?" he purrs.

You whimper, your hips bucking against their hands. The thought of being so thoroughly filled by both of them sends a jolt of heat straight to your core. "Please," you gasp, your voice breathy with need.

Curtis and Ari exchange a heated look over your body, a silent communication passing between them. With practiced ease, they begin to maneuver you, their strong hands guiding your pliant form.

"On your side, sugar," Curtis murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

They position you carefully, Curtis spooning behind you while Ari faces you. The warmth of their bodies envelops you, skin against skin. Ari’s hand traces the curve of your hip, following the delicate skull pattern inked there.

Curtis's hand slides down your thigh, lifting your leg and draping it over Ari's hip. This new position leaves you completely exposed, vulnerable, and aching with need. You can feel the heat of their erections pressing against you - Curtis's thick length nestled against your ass, while Ari's presses insistently against your lower belly.

Ari cups your face, drawing you into a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explores your mouth as his hand slides up and down your side, fingers ghosting over skin, making your shiver. He pauses to murmur, "Eager cockslut," against your lips.

You moan into Ari's mouth at his words, a shot of arousal running through you. You feel Curtis shift behind you, his hand sliding between your legs from behind. His thick fingers probe your entrance, spreading your wetness.

"So fucking wet," Curtis growls in your ear. "Always so ready for us."

You gasp as you feel the blunt head of Curtis's cock pressing against your tightest entrance. He enters you slowly, stretching you deliciously. Your head falls back against his shoulder as he fills you.

"That's it, sugar," Curtis murmurs, his voice strained. "Take all of me."

The stretch is intense, bordering on too much after the night's activities, but the fullness feels incredible.

Ari watches your face intently as Curtis sinks into you inch by inch. When Curtis is fully seated, Ari captures your lips in another searing kiss, and his hand snakes between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit again. He rubs slow circles as Curtis begins to move inside you with shallow thrusts. The dual sensations have you panting, pleasure building rapidly.

"Good girl," he murmurs against your mouth. "Now it's my turn."

Your eyes widen as you feel the blunt head of Ari's cock drag over your clit and then he guides the tip into your pussy. You groan as Ari begins to push inside you, stretching and stuffing you. The sensation of both men filling you completely is overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that has you trembling between them.

"Breathe, beautiful," Ari murmurs, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly sinks deeper. "That's it, take us both."

Curtis's arm wraps around your waist, holding you steady as Ari pushes in to the hilt. You feel so impossibly full, stretched to your limits in the most exquisite way. For a moment, nobody moves, allowing you to adjust to the intense sensation.

"Fuck, fuuuuck," Curtis curses in your ear, his voice strained.

Ari nods in agreement, his forehead resting against yours as he struggles to maintain control. "Perfect," he breathes. "You were fucking made to be used by us.” He squeezes your plush thigh, relishing the purchase his large hands have on your ample flesh.

Curtis nips at your earlobe, his breath hot against your neck. "So tight," he growls, his hips making small, shallow thrusts. "You feel incredible, sugar."

You whimper at the overwhelming sensations, feeling utterly filled and possessed by both men. The slight movement of Curtis's hips sends shockwaves of pleasure through you, making you gasp and clutch at Ari's shoulders.

"Please," you moan, not even sure what you're begging for. "Please, I need..."

Ari captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your pleas. "We know what you need, beautiful," he murmurs against your mouth. "We're going to give it to you."

With that, both men begin to move. They start slow, alternating their thrusts so that as one pulls back, the other pushes in. The drag of their cocks inside you, filling you so completely, has you seeing stars.

Curtis's hand slides up your body, cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers. "Such a good and nasty girl," he growls in your ear. "So greedy. Taking both our fat cocks.”

"Oh god," you moan. "So full."

Ari picks up the pace of his thrusts and Curtis matches his rhythm, driving into you with increasing force.

"That's it, sugar," Curtis growls in your ear, his hand sliding down to grip your hip.

Their cocks stretching and filling you, their hands roaming your body, has pleasure building rapidly within you. You feel utterly possessed, caught between them as they use your body and assault your mind with their dirty talk.

"Look at you," Ari purrs, his blue eyes intense as they lock onto yours. "Our perfect little slut, stuffed full of cock and loving every second of it."

The praise sends a thrill through you, making you clench around both of them. Curtis groans in response, his hips snapping forward more forcefully. "That's it, sugar," he growls, his breath hot against your neck. "Squeeze us tight with your greedy holes."

You moan loudly, overwhelmed by the onslaught. Your body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. The relentless stimulation of both men moving inside you has you teetering desperately on the edge of your orgasm.

"Oh god," you whimper, your hands clutching desperately at Ari's shoulders. "I'm so close."

Ari grins wickedly, his hips snapping forward with increased force, thumb still circling your puffy clit. "That's it," he growls. "Come for us. Show us how much you love being stuffed full of cock."

Curtis's hand slides between your bodies, his fingers finding one of your nipples. He pinches and twists the peaked nub as he continues to thrust into you from behind. "Come on, sugar," he murmurs in your ear, his voice low and gravelly. "Let go!”

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body tensing and shaking between them as waves of pleasure course through you. You cry out, your voice hoarse and desperate as you clench tightly around both men.

"That's it, beautiful," Ari growls, his hips snapping forward with increased intensity. "Milk our cocks with those pretty holes."

Curtis groans in your ear, his arm tightening around your waist as he drives into you harder. "Fuck, sugar," he pants. "You feel so good when you come on our cocks."

Your body feels like a live wire, trembling uncontrollably as Curtis and Ari continue to thrust into you, prolonging your intense orgasm. The overstimulation borders on painful, yet you crave more, your body greedily clenching around their thick cocks.

As your orgasm begins to ebb, Curtis and Ari's thrusts become more erratic, their breathing ragged. You can feel them both swelling inside you, on the brink of their own release.

"Fuck, I'm close," Ari growls, his grip on your thigh tightening.

Curtis grunts in agreement, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Me too," he pants against your neck.

You moan, overwhelmed by the sensation of both men using your body so thoroughly. "Please," you whimper.

"Where do you want it, beautiful?" Ari asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Tell us."

"Inside," you gasp out, your body clenching around them at the thought. "Fill me up. Please!"

Your words seem to push them over the edge, and they come one after the other, Curtis first, and Ari close behind.

Curtis and Ari slowly withdraw from your body, their cocks slipping free with lewd, wet sounds that makes you shudder. You feel utterly wrecked, but also deliciously used and satisfied as their combined release begins to trickle out of you.

Ari captures your lips in a deep, languid kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hand caresses your face. The tenderness of the kiss contrasts beautifully with the intensity of what you've just experienced, grounding you in the aftermath of your shared passion.

Behind you, Curtis's large hands slide between your legs, his fingers probing gently at your thoroughly used holes. He spreads your wetness around, mixing his own release with Ari's and your abundant arousal. The slick, sticky mess coats his fingers as he rubs slow circles around your sensitive pussy, teases your ass. The sensation is both soothing and arousing, your body still hyper-sensitive from the intense experience.

A moment after Curtis takes his hand away from your messy holes, he tugs your chin away from Ari’s kiss and slips his fingers into your open mouth. Your tongue laps instinctively to taste the complex flavor coating his fingers. The taste is an intoxicating blend - the saltiness of Curtis's release, the slightly bitter tang of Ari's, and the sweet muskiness of your own arousal. It's a potent cocktail that floods your senses, making you moan softly around Curtis's fingers as you suckle them clean.

Curtis watches you intently, his ice-blue eyes dark with renewed hunger as you lap at his fingers. He slowly withdraws them from your mouth, dragging them along your bottom lip, leaving a glistening trail in their wake.

Before you can catch your breath, Curtis captures your mouth with his own hungry lips.

Curtis kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, tasting the mingled flavors of your combined releases. His hand cups the back of your head, holding you in place as he devours you. When he finally breaks the kiss, you're breathless and dazed.

Ari chuckles, his fingers tracing lazy patterns over the artwork on your skin. "Insatiable," he murmurs, but his voice is fond.

Curtis breaks the kiss, leaving you breathless. His ice-blue eyes roam over your body, taking in the sight of you thoroughly debauched and marked by their artwork.

"You okay, sugar?" he asks.

You nod, unable to form words just yet. You feel utterly boneless, caught between their warm bodies, pleasantly sore and thoroughly satisfied. You melt under their intense gazes, feeling both exposed and cherished, but this pattern is nothing new with this pair of men who ply you with both the dirty and the delicate in a dizzying combination.

Ari shifts to his back, and you curl into him, resting over his chest. Curtis moves in behind you, nuzzles into you neck, and places a few kisses along your shoulder as the three of you succumb to Sunday morning snoozing.

The room is quiet save for the sound of your collective breathing slowly returning to normal. And as you drift back into sleep, you think of the new ink they’ve put on you. They may be temporary tattoos covering your skin, but they’ll be a tangible reminder of your connection to these two men, a secret mark of ownership that only the three of you know, with a balance of simplicity and complexity that you still need to sort out, but that’s novel and beautiful and only for the three of you to explore.

This is distraction smut. It was on the docket for my Countdown to Chris-mas, but not for this week, but I couldn't pull the headspace that I needed to work on the other story I had intended to debut. Hopefully this can just be a welcome indulgence for anyone who needs it.

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Gratefully,  not  his  entire  job  was  focused  over  that  endless  bottomless  pit  of  reports  —  as  if  reports  could  change  the  world  !  Nevertheless,  every  day,  there  was  more  reports  associated  to  the  list,  countless  new  confidential  informations  who  showed  up,  endless  treatments  to  do,  countless  files  to  speak  on  internationally  …  when  an  pleasant  reunion  inside  some  room  communicating  with  others  countries  or  nice  reading  during  the  night  were  easy  part  of  his  work.  At  some  point,  he  would  have  to  leaving  his  country  for  settle  down  others  business.  Doing  what  he  could  for  ‘fix’  behind  these  superheroes  and  keep  aware  of  what  kinds  of  miseries  they  left  behind.  It  was  one  of  his  favorite  nighttime  habit  —  not  sleeping  actually,  for  offering  himself  some  naps  when  it  was  truly  an  off  day,  but  focusing  over  these  reports  as  a  gentle  distractions  for  oncomping  stress.  Besides,  even  since  he  became  roomate  with  Jamie,  and  learning  about  each  other,  getting  attached,  feelings  blooshomed  inside  of  him.  Naturally,  meantime  they  shared  time  together,  romantic  emotions  germed  inside  his  mind,  remaining  always  quieted,  unsaid.  He  supported  his  favorite  archaeologist  at  every  occassion,  and  helped  her  if  he  could  if  some  circumstances  allowed  it,  publicly  revealed  how  talented  she  was,  and  tried  to  help  in  the  background  without  betraying  himself  in  his  confidential  informations.  As,  in  same  way,  he  protected  her  at  the  heart  of  the  government,  tried  to  trace  who  might  have  a  file  on  her,  managed  in  private  conversations  to  keep  an  impregnable  law  of  omerta  …  which  was  sometimes  ironic  when  he  had  an  relationship  with  another  direct  omerta  inside  the  MIB  who  assured  everything  was  keep  secret.

He  had  been  appreciated  that  nighttime  conversation  inside  the  dinner  like  any  other  day.  On  his  own  way,  he  was  searching  to  bright  their  common  flat  a  little  —  since  he  had  the  money  to  contribute  to  their  life  together,  without  having  the  feeling  of  settling  down  definitively,  of  crossing  barriers  that  they  shouldn’t  …  As  tempting  as  it  was  to  simply  listen  to  his  feelings,  they  might  lose  their  friendship  over  complications  over  something  more.  It  was  part  of  the  package  of  an  CIA  agent  :  he  could  trust  people  in  an  certain  extent,  he  risked  a  lot  in  his  daily  life,  he  wasn’t  standed  inside  one  place,  and  was  an  governor  pawn  which  should  show  no  possible  weakness  which  could  jeopardize  them.  Her  world  of  freedom  and  discoveries,  associated  to  an  mutual  confidentiality  when  it  concerned  offworld  artefacts,  were  daily  wonders  that  illuminated  his  daily  life  of  silence  and  secrets.  She  belonged  to  the  light  as  he  belonged  somewhere  to  darkness,  as  much  he  played  around  that  point  inside  his  personality,  where  that  obscurity  was  left  dormant.  Since  it  was  an  indirect  mean  to  expressing  his  love,  he  often  watched  over  her  reactions,  searching  to  understand  how  she  might  feel  an  situation  for  sometimes  help  over  it.  She  was  an  grown  woman  who  can  able  herself  and  didn’t  need  no  protection  unless  not  be  found  out,  nevertheless,  without  caring  too  much  about  her  alien  nature,  wanted  to  make  their  dynamic  as  natural  as  possible,  remind  her  that  a  watchman  was  silently  there.  Hence,  he  noticed  temptation  inside  her  gaze  that  night,  and  anticipate  inside  his  mind  the  impossible.  He  sensed  it,  as  much  he  dismissed  improbability  of  such  circumstances.  As  much  it  was  something  he  desired,  as  much  he  was  pleased  with  knoweldge  of  obsersation,  he  didn’t  wanted  giving  himself  too  much  hope.  He  will  not  coming  back  once  it  would  happens.  Though,  his  mind  had  to  give  up  to  that  illusion  when  space  between  them  closed  itself.  When  she  offered  him  an  sweet  kiss  he  firstly  let  her  expose  …  before  slowly  betraying  himself  inside  an  gentle  answering  meanwhile  giving  her  ascending  on  the  kiss.  How  confessing  himself  without  saying  an  single  world  of  confirmation  over  his  feelings.  Their  roomate  world  was  nevertheless  over  for  good  after  that,  they  will  no  return  back  concerning  their  psuedo-friendship  relationship  they  had  with  each  other,  it  was  more.  Since  it  had  been  months  he  had  managed  to  holding  back  over  his  desires,  and  program  his  head  to  overcome  common  frustrations  and  thoughts  who  sometimes  showed  up,  he  holded  back  his  own  excitation  inside  that  first  move.  Deepening  the  kiss,  a  particular  care  was  brought  to  turn  that  moment  magical,  as  ephemeral  it  was  for  their  first  time,  slowly  stroking  her  back  and  her  hair  and  bringing  her  closer  to  him  to  lower  their  distance.  He  ignored  how  time  passed  since  it  started.  He  commented  only  with  amusement  as  a  break  of  the  kiss  had  to  be  done,  just  to  catch  his  breath.    ❝  Wonderful  confession  of  love.    ❞  His  eyes  remained  on  her,  as  he  was  tempted  to  offer  her  a  good  time  or  resuming  it,  having  an  idea  about  where  it  could  end,  but  wanted  to  know  if  they  were  on  same  wavelength.  He  had  refused  to  expose  such  feelings  before  with  good  reason,  he  was  not  going  to  put  everything  aside  so  easily,  neither  to  impose  his  desire  on  her.  ❝  Do  you  want  more  ?  ❞  His  work  talk  would  be  for  later,  confessing  himself  to  the  end  indirectly  of  his  love    !

[lightcreators]

We  both  are  victims  of  the  Time  War.

The  remembrance  hit  his  hearts  more  than  he  could  imagine.  From  his  perspective,  as  an  Time  Lord,  he  always  has  been  dead  long  before  the  Time  War  ever  happened,  and  considering  how  he  was  wrapped  inside  Featherine's  threads,  everything  he  supposed  to  have  experience  could  change  coming  for  various  outlook  of  his  perspective  …  Nevertheless,  there  was  an  dramatic  realization  made  by  that  smaller  confession  by  Sola.  She  didn't  escaped  it  from  her  perspective.  As  Bilbo,  he  failed  to  protect  her  of  it  ---  There  was  an  moment  when  he  searched  to  put  his  thoughts  in  order  for  avoid  himself  to  lose  it.  As  Bilbo,  no  clues  has  been  given  about  what  going  to  happens  someday  in  Gallifrey.  As  Bilbo,  where  was  Featherine  upon  his  timeline  ?  Searched  back  within  these  remembrances  of  another  life  was  mentally  horrible,  as  he  had  to  fight  over  an  deep  fragmentation,  and  regardless  how  much  he  could  dig,  he  would  be  limited  to  knoweldge  of  one  iteration  of  himself  …  Featherine,  as  Bilbo,  was  between  moment  when  he  was  both  an  witch  and  a  Time  Lord.  Frodo  has  been  witness  WHERE  Featherine  became  oficially  the  Witch  of  Theatergoing  …  which  mean,  from  Theta  view  he  was  his  future  ?  Another  time,  he  took  a  deep  breath.  That  uncontrollable  rage  was  unable  to  calm  down,  nevertheless,  he  needed  to  breath  away  for  understand  mess  of  a  timeline  they  were  trapped  !

If  he  was  confirming  she  was,  did  it  will  happens  again  ?  If  he  was  expressing  something  about  the  Time  War,  did  it  will  cement  it  ?  ❝  We  are,  we  are  has  been,  from  what  we  remember,  from  what  happened.  ❞  He  refused  to  be  categorical  on  this.  Theta  blow  up  his  entire  species  will  be  an  discussion  they  would  need  to  have,  regardless,  HE  DIDN'T  WANTED  HAVING  THAT  TIME  WAR  HAPPENING  AGAIN.  Point  was,  he  had  no  idea  about  which  timelines  he  did  remembered  himself  as  Bilbo,  and  how  many  actually  existed.  Into  one,  circumstances  bring  that  radical  ending  when  the  Time  War  has  been  present.  There  was  another  timeline  in  which  he  wanted  find  an  solution  to  such  thing,  and  met  her  future.  Ah,  it  was  a  good  news  he  was  a  Time  Lord.  Really,  what  a  news,  home  might  not  be  present  within  that  universe,  the  job  had  tracked  him  down  all  across  the  galaxies  !  He  wished  his  pain  stopped  just  towards  that  fact.  He  really  wished  his  suffering  stopped  just  to  that  knoweldge  that  Gallifrey  was  gone.  But  no,  he  has  been  ATTACHED  from  the  Matrix  to  another  universe.  HE  DIDN'T  FUCKING  EXISTED  INSIDE  HIS  ORIGINAL  UNIVERSE  AS  RUNCIBLE  BECAUSE  THE  MATRIX  SHATTERED  HIM  APART  !  Featherine  has  been  enough  good  for  hide  that  feat  to  the  Time  Lords  RIGHT  IN  FRONT  OF  THEIR  NOSE.  How  ?  How  he  was  supposed  to  recover  of  that  ?  Even  awakened  as  an  Time  Lord,  he  would  never  be  able  to  having  an  remnant  of  what  he  knew,  because  it  has  been  removed  of  him  ?  It  was  that,  the  price  of  his  survival  ?  It  was  that,  the  price  to  giving  him  an  second  chance  ? 

Another  time,  he  didn't  know  which  between  Koschei  or  Theta  he  loathed  the  most,  but  they  really  better  be  prepared  to  met  his  rage.  Thoughts  he  had  on  the  instant  created  that  recollection  of  the  particular  happiness  of  Philip  Butler  when  he  had  touched  his  ambitious  point.  That  human  managed  to  corrupt  his  soul  as  an  Time  Lord.  Broken  smile  born  instead,  searching  once  more  to  calm  down  the  fire  inside  his  being.  He  would  have  to  say  the  Doctor  name.  ❝  I  doubt  the  Doctor  would  have  left  you  defenseless.  ❞  He  didn't  wanted  to  know  about  the  Master.  He  didn't  wanted  to  ask  about  the  Master.  ❝  There  is  someone,  with  whom  I  am  extremely  annoyed,  who  has  a  tendency  to  want  to  protect  people  in  their  own  way.  I  doubt  that  person  would  have  knowingly  left  you  in  that  war.  I  never  expressed  a  single  word  of  what  happened  in  the  memory  I  have,  knowing  that  in  the  timeline  where  it  happened,  I  couldn't  know.  ❞  Featherine. Featherine  controlled  part  of  that  timeline.  She  was  actually  here,  watching  from  her  spot  between  dimensions.  Exactly  like  Bilbo,  he  was  trapped  on  how  much  he  could  tell  about  what  she  didn't  know  ! ❝  Our  home  might  still  existing  somewhere,  even  if  I  don't  sense  it.  ❞  He  tried  to  reassure  himself  by  hugging  Sola,  to  overcoming  that  rage  who  was  main  emotion  at  the  moment.  He  better  looking  over  circumstances  from  another  perspective  anyways.  What  he  remembered  of  himself  as  Bilbo  would  anchoring  himself  to  following  the  same  legacy  inside  another  universe,  in  which  the  witches  were  already  here,  and  in  which  he  would  have  to  act  as  some  Doctor  when  there  was  none.  Coulson  was  used  for  be  exactly  what  he  was  supposed  to  be  inside  another  life,  though  at  least,  wasn't  interested  by  conquest.  ❝  This  best  seller  which  is  missing  so  many  pages~  I'm  lucky  to  have  read  one  of  my  other  lives  in  its  entirety,  which  gives  me  the  right  to  write  an  unofficial  version.  ❞  He  knew  Frodo's  life  had  taken  a  strange  turn,  but  knowing  what  his  life  was  like,  even  in  the  universe  he  was  in,  eventually  a  paradox  could  make  him  understand  extent  of  Featherine's  influence.  ❝  Our  moments  aren't  written.  ❞  Neither  how  he  was  passed  splendid  moment  to  argue  with  Featherine  !

Sola took a breath again when the realization of everything finally hit her. They were the last of their kind. The war destroyed them. Locked their species away in an endless loop of destruction. Where was the Doctor? The Master? They weren't in this universe. It was just Sola and Runcible, together and very much alone. A hiss came from her lips, feeling the sadness and anger settling in within her hearts. She wasn't an angry being by any means but this ... this was getting to her. She gripped her friend's hand tightly as he spoke. A hiss escaped here lips, they where the last of the Time Lords and they couldn't do anything about it. It hurt her hearts and she knew Runcible was mad and hurt too over it. "We both are victims of the Time War, Runcible." she began, taking a breath as her mind raced and she felt things going on in the universes. Many things she saw, heard, and felt ... but none hurt more than this.

Gallifrey was their home, now it was gone. Forever it seemed. Yes, she was a human throughout most of the war and oblivious to it until after it had already ended but she felt it. Her eyes looked around the scenery of the park this late at night. The stars in this universe swirling above their heads. Her hand was still firmly gripped with Runcible's. She had lost him before ( on a few occasions ) due to various reasons but now she had him by her side. She wasn't going to let him go, she wasn't going to be alone. Neither of them were. Not anymore anyways. "I know I was stuck as a human for the war, but I know it hurts. I feel it. There's nothing. It's like our home is locked away."

Then there was the snap of this universe. Another fixed point neither could do a thing about. Not directly anyways. It was going to happen regardless and they had to feel and witness both universes in their own way bringing destruction and death. She spent so much time as a human that she understood it in a way. It was something she would not have changed either. Experiencing things she normal would not have. Yet she felt Runcible's anger an annoyance. Sola felt it deeply. When he mentioned the Hobbit she couldn't help but to smile some. Ah, Bilbo her dear friend. Who was here still ( in a way ). "The Hobbit as you know, will be a grand best seller, Runcible." It was a light joke to keep the mood from being all of despair and destruction. Sola's Hans squeezed Runcible's as the pair looked out into the horizon. They would face this together.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You sit at your desk, shaken as the sound of the mug shattering repeats in your head. You can smell the dark roast as you stare fuzzily at your monitor. You hadn’t even taken the coffee you brewed. You can see it in your mind, forgotten on the counter, lonely, going cold. 

You have no thirst for the maple shortbread roast. You rub your fingers together, the feeling of the shards, the incessant jitter that won’t leave you. You tried to play it cool but now you’re really scared. 

You open your Teams and type out a message to your manager. You’re spending half a sick day and going home. Her curt response betrays her agitation. She’s not impressed but you don’t care. Work isn’t as important as taking care of yourself. 

You shut down and pack up your bag. You slide your chair under your desk and keep your head down as you head for the stairs. You avoid the elevators to evade any notice. It feels like admitting defeat but you’re not sure there’s any victory to be had with that man. 

As you exit the building, the weight lifts from your chest and the slouch eases in your shoulders. Maybe you can ask to change desks. That would be a start. You can get a bigger thermos and bring lots of coffee so you never need to venture into the breakroom. This could work. 

Oh boy. You think you’re going to have to quit. You really don’t want to, you feel like you’ve barely begun. And he isn’t the only person there, it isn’t his company, so why should you have to run away? 

Dana can be… decent and there’s that woman with the vintage blouse you met in the breakroom. Somehow, you never managed to spill her coveted hot chocolates in your carelessness. It’s as if the universe put you on the path of this angry man, but why? 

Screw the universe. It can’t tell you how to live. You’ve never really worried about fitting into its machinations and you won’t start now. 

You don’t want to go home right away. You veer around and head down to the cafe a few blocks down. It’s a bit of a trek but you’ve heard good things. You go inside and wait your turn, ordering an iced fruity tea and a lemon scone. 

As you turn to go, you see that woman through the window. The one from the office in her thrifted clothes. You love her style. A braid red belt with brown tweed pants and a bell sleeved button up. She doesn’t see you wave as she turns away and carries on, earbuds tucked into her ears. 

You claim a table by the window and as you unwrap your scone, a man marches by, raising your hackles as you see the determination in his step. He heads in the same direction as that woman, intent and unbothered by his surroundings. You’ve seen him too, he works in one of the fancy offices. 

You pick at the scone and nibble on the corner before sliding it away again. You’re still addled by your breakroom run-in. You thought this would be a distraction. Or hoped it would. 

You leave, unsatisfied. Home it is. Alone, but safe. 

You take the bus halfway then walk a few blocks to your apartment. As you get inside, you’re restless. You do your best to settle in.  

Gaming doesn’t calm you down, even as you go around to say hello to your villagers. You shut that off and grab your half-done crochet project but the hippo is too much of a challenge to ease your nerves. So you get up and run yourself a hot bath. 

You undress with the door open. You bask in your newfound solace. It took you a while to get out of your parents’ place but now you’re on your own, you don’t have to worry. 

You slip into the water with a sigh. A playlist drones from your phone on the counter and you mix in scented epsom salts. You start to feel a bit bed as you recline and close your eyes. You stay like that until the water is lukewarm. 

You get out and pull on your fluff rope with the pink cheetah print. You feel renewed and ready to relax. Just don’t think about the inevitable. Tomorrow you’ll have to be back in office. 

You shuffle around you apartment lazily and turn on the television. You curl up in the corner of the couch as Sailor Moon transforms in the intro sequence. The music fills your small space. You’re comforted by the childhood favourite. 

You ease into the cushions and feel yourself starting to doze. You’d still be at work if you didn’t take the half-day. You shouldn’t be falling asleep already but you can’t resist the nap. 

You close your eyes and something scratches down ear canal. Some sort of friction. You don’t pay it much mind. There’s always noise from the hallway or the street. But it happens again and again, then you feel something. 

You sit up in fright and turn to the figure sat next to you. You’re so stunned, you can’t find your voice to scream. You take a deep breath and Curtis raises his index fingers. 

“If you scream, I’m going to have be bad,” he warns. “So let’s not do that.” 

“How’d you get in here?” 

He tilts his head as he watches the television. You peek over. You like this episode too—but that’s not the point! 

“Curtis--” 

He hushes you and sits back. “You don’t make it hard to follow you. You’re so oblivious, you have no clue what’s going on right in front of your face.” 

“I...” 

He shushes you again and looks at you. “You’re going to get real hurt one of these days.” He crosses his arms and puts his head straight again. “It’s up to you. Is today that day?” 

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Julie calms down. (For now?) Takes a few seconds to do so, exhaling air in a noisy gust of wind and sagging on the bench like this whole exchange has taken the life from her.

But there's still an opportunity to kill Everett. Her head rolls toward him. She smiles, bright. She says, "What even is there?"

The smile grows.

He rolls his eyes, muttering something to the effect of, "Fuckin' give ya something to cry about." She's lucky she's cute! And that her availability meets the needs of his coffee shop! Not everyone gets to mouth off to Everett Graves and then run a victory lap.

"Why can't we go back to you sayin' I'm hot, huh? Say one nice thing to me."