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solarwonux · 4 years ago

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84. “I can tell you’re stressed, let me fix that.”

roomate!junkook x f!reader

genre: smut

w.c: 3.2k

warnings: smut, fwb, Jungkook and his tattoos, tattooartist!jungkook, dom!jungkook if you squint, spiting, cum eating, oral sex (m receiving), a brief mention of voyeurism, briefly edited, also Jungkook is kind off fluffy, this couple is weird af y’all.

note: hello, Idk what I did but I’ve done it lol. This is also a drabble that will eventually be part of a bigger story that I have half outlines lol, so I hope you enjoy this preview. I hope you like it please let me know your thoughts. Enjoy.xx

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS

Fourth time’s the charm.

Jungkook thought as he made his way to the front door of the tattoo shop. He pulled on the handle rather harshly making sure it was closed. Last week he had forgotten to lock the door, resulting in a drunk stranger walking in demanding a tattoo. Thankfully, the stranger’s intrusion triggered the security alarm, waking Jungkook in a fright. He ran down the steps of his apartment - the one located above the shop, half naked, carrying the bat you and him kept by the front door, his heart pounding against his chest.

To say the least he was terrified. Scared that something would happen to the expensive tattooing equipment. Scared that Yoongi would fire him and therefore kick him out of the apartment, scared of something happening to you. His nerves subsided when he found the drunk stranger, passed out on the couch in the waiting room.

The equipment, his job and you were all safe.

Ever since then he had made it his mission, even writing it down on a highlighter yellow sticky note as a reminder; to check not once but four times if the front door was locked.

Jungkook sighed, giving the door one last pull, making it rattle against the locks, before deeming it locked. A fifth time wouldn’t hurt.

He turns around, walking past the waiting room and the reception desk. He does one last look over, mumbling underneath his breath, checking to see if he had done everything he needed to do on his to-do list before turning off the lights. Quickly, he pushed aside the colorful paint splattered curtain that hid the front door to his apartment to the general public. He pressed in the code, waiting for the lock to click, going over the appointments or lack there off he had the following day.

As of late, Jungkook, Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok hadn’t had many clients come into the shop or request an appointment via instagram. He blames the rival shop that opened a few blocks away, and their stupid flash event, where they tattooed people for free. Of course they weren’t intricate pieces, small basic ones that you would pick out from the generic tattoo binder. But it still caused a dent in their clientele.

That night you came home after work to find the four tattooists, on the couch, shooting glares at the shop door, with a large bottle of whisky in between them, and their man-size ego down in the slumps. The solution was simple, at least it was in your head.

“Hold an event like theirs, maybe shirtless. I’ve only seen Jungkook’s abs because he loves walking around the apartment half naked but I’m sure you guys have a promising pair.” You suggested with a shrug, earning groans and complaints from the four artists on the couch.

Yoongi stood up first, holding a hand out as an attempt to regain his balance from the sudden movement. “I’m not degrading myself or my art for clients. I’m also not giving away my talent for free.” He slurred, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction, “and my abs are better than Kooks.”

“Alright, it was just a suggestion.” You held your hands up in defeat, taking a step back. “I’m going to bed, enjoy your pity party.” You smiled at them before making your way to the front door and disappearing.

In hindsight, maybe you were right. Except for the half naked part, that’s dangerous and goes against all tattoo etiquette. But maybe holding a flash event and offering tattoo’s half off was not a bad idea. It would surely bring back their clients and make way for new ones. He would have to bring it up to his coworkers tonight when they came over.

Jungkook sighed, stopping at the top of the stairs facing the final door that led to his living room. He could hear the loud poppy music you were playing behind the door. Living with you wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be when Yoongi first offered you the vacant room. You were clean, organized and relatively respectful of personal space, but he hated your music. It was generic and just way too bouncy and happy, it was a good thing you gave a great head, if not he would’ve begged Yoongi to kick you out long ago. Before he got attached.

He wasn’t a dick he just thought with his dick ninety nine percent of the time and right now it was very much needing a stress release. Jungkook punched in the final code and opened his front door, revealing you in nothing but a tight pair of leggings and a sports bra, sweat droplets running down your body as you followed along with the exercise video on youtube. You looked very much like you would look after the two of you finished fucking and it made his cock stir in his jeans.

“Did you lock the door?” You said in between breaths, squatting down, finishing your last rep of squats. Jungkook bit his bottom lip, nodding in response. His hands were down by his sides, itching to squeeze your ass, to pull you against him and take you on the couch. It wouldn’t be out of pocket either. He knew you would give in the second he gave you that lust filled look of his. The one that was desperate and needy and practically begging for your touch.

You stopped pausing the video and turned to look at him, hands on your hips, chest heaving in a poor attempt to catch your breath. Jungkook knew he was fucked. “Are you sure you locked the door?”

“Yes I checked five times tonight, have you had dinner?” He blinked rapidly, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his jeans hiding his hardening cock as best as he could.

“An hour ago.” You reassured, unpausing the workout video and positioning yourself in downward dog.

Jungkook looked up at the ceiling, taking deep breaths following your haggard ones and counted to ten. He couldn’t take it anymore; he needed you. Needed your mouth around him until he was painting the back of your throat white. Counting to ten once wasn’t enough to calm him down. It wasn’t until he was halfway through his third recount that he felt your arms circle around his waist, a faint kiss left underneath his earlobe, that he knew he was done for.

“I can tell you’re stressed, let me fix that.” You whisper leaving opening mouthed kisses down his neck tonguing the spot between his clavicle and neck. Jungkook’s eyes opened wide, his lips parting in an inaudible sigh.

“Fuck baby please.” He caved, taking your head in his hands and pushing you away before leaning down and capturing your lips with his, in a wet, messy and needy kiss. He didn’t care that your lips were salty due to the sweat, they felt like heaven against his.

You moaned into the kiss feeling the wet muscle of his tongue swiping against your bottom lip asking for access, in which you so rightfully gave him. His hand left your cheek and traveled down your neck until it was groping your boob through your thin sports bra. You pulled away to catch your breath for a few seconds, whimpering as his palm worked against your hardened nipple diligently before kissing him again, teeth clattering against one another.

He pulled away pushing your sports bra up releasing your boobs, his index fingers and thumbs pinching your nipples and pulling on them gently. “Jungkook, w-what do you want?” You moan, closing your eyes as he rolled your nipples between his sweaty palms. Not only did Jungkook love touching your ass, he also loved playing with your boobs, claiming they were the best pair of boobs he had ever seen in his entire twenty six years of life.

“Get on your knees baby girl, want to see your lips wrapped around me.” He mumbles against the crown of your head while he continues to knead at your boobs.

You nod kissing the outline of the tattoo that was peeking against the neck of his white t-shirt. You send him a wink. A deep hum leaves his lips as you slowly kissed your way down his clothed chest, until you were face to face with his jean cladded bulge. You looked beautiful, your eyes glossy with need and your mouth watering as you couldn’t wait for the weight of his cock against your tongue.

He puts his hand on the back of your head and pushes your face against his jeans, he was so hard he could feel himself pulsing with need. It didn’t help that your fingers were walking up his thighs at an agonizing pace, while your mouth was now kissing him through the fabric, satisfied hums leaving your lips. “You’re so fucking hard Kook.” You pull away finally unbuttoning his jeans, your fingers brushing against him while you unzip his pants slowly.

“You’re such a tease baby girl, almost makes me think that you want to get punished tonight.” He tilts his head, pushing his hips into your hands as you palmed him over his boxers, while your other hand pushes his jeans down, leaving him in only his t-shirt and black boxers.

You look up at him smirking, leaning in to kiss the tattoo decorating his thigh. You had gotten off on it many times before, it was your favorite pastime when you were needy and bored. “Maybe I do, take your shirt off.” You demanded, biting down on his skin making him jump.

He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks making you face him, “Be careful I’m not feeling very nice today.” The sinister look behind his eyes makes you shudder, “open your mouth,” You smile, parting your lips sticking your tongue out before Jungkook leans over, a glob of spit hitting your tongue making you moan in delight. “What do you say?” His grip on your cheeks is hard.

“Thank you sir.” You mewl, hooking your thumbs underneath the waistband of his boxers, wasting no time in freeing him. His cock was pretty, you had once told him that and it made him double over in laughter. No one had ever called his cock beautiful. Maybe big but never beautiful but you were a character and he should’ve expected a comment like that from you.

“Good girl, now go on, this is all you’re getting tonight so you better enjoy it.” He wraps his hand around himself, spitting down onto his length using it to lube himself up before guiding it to your slightly parted lips. He knew you loved to watch him touch himself, sometimes if you weren’t home and he was needy he would sit on the couch fucking his hand knowing you would walk at any minute and help him finish the job. Or sit in front of him on the coffee table, legs spread wide touching yourself, moaning his name like his fingers were inside of you instead of yours. If Yoongi knew the dirty escapades that happened behind the walls of the apartment above his tattoo shop he would never step foot inside again. Thankfully he didn’t know, yet.

You stick your tongue out and lick his head, rolling your nipples against the palm of your hands. The sight was award winning and Jungkook wanted to so badly get his camera out and capture the moment. To add to your shared collection. “So fucking sexy baby girl, always so good for me.” He tapped the head of his cock against your tongue before you close your lips around him, running your tongue underneath the head of his cock.

Jungkook’s hand came behind your head, guiding you further down his cock sending a thrum of arousal up his spine. You hollow out your cheeks looking up at him with watering eyes. He moans, gripping your ponytail, giving you an experimental thrust making you gag around him. It sounded like the beginning of a beautiful melody, not the ones that belonged to your shitty pop music but the one that would keep you up at night lost in thought.

“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven.” He thrusts again, while you tug on the hem of his shirt. “Want to see me, look at my tattoos while I fuck your mouth?” He grunts, quickly discarding his shirt once he hears the needy moan that escapes your cock filled mouth. He knew his tattoos were your ultimate turn on. The reason you had gotten on your knees before him the first time after living together for a full year. He couldn’t say no, not when the only thought running through his mind was the stain your red lipstick would leave behind on his cock.

Calm him a douchebag or compare him to a hormonal filled teenager, he didn’t care. He was a man after all. One that hadn’t had sex in two years after his last girlfriend cheated on him with his brother.

Frankly, he needed an ego boost and you were there to give it to him, so he caved.

You pull off of him breathing heavily, a thread of saliva connects your lips to the head of your cock as you try to catch your breath. The sight was anything but underwhelming and enough to make him cum, but Jungkook hated his cum going to waste. He was healthy and young and it should go to good use.

“I-I want you to use my mouth, please.” You croak before dragging your tongue up and down his shaft. “Want you to cum in my mouth sir.” Mumbling, you tease his head with the tip of your tongue making him groan.

“Such a dirty mouth, it's a good thing I’m making good use out of it.” He says, a cocky smirk evident on his face. You nod happily, humming with please as you take him into your mouth again, sinking further, hollowing your cheeks moaning around him as you watch his face scrunch up in pleasure. His abs contract as he tries to control himself, at least until you give him the go ahead. And you do with a slight tap of your fingers against his thighs.

He growls, thrusting his hips into your mouth, guiding your head up and down, gagging around him. His cock feels hot and heavy against your tongue, making both of you moan simultaneously. “Always letting me use you, what would our friends say if they walked in. You know I invited them over for drinks, right?”

You whimper around him, closing your eyes at the thought of getting caught with him, balls deep down your throat. You hated that he had caught onto your slight voyeurism kink as it was only a matter of time where he threw all tattoo etiquette he knew and lived by out on the window and fucked you in his workshop, with only a thin curtain separating you and the rest of the shop.

His thrusts get more desperate. His orgasm was approaching quickly as he twitched inside of your mouth. You dig your nails into his thighs, creating crescent moons as you feel your lungs start to give out. He mutters a low fuck followed by a quick apology before he pulls away. You gasp resting your hand against your chest, your eyes are filled with tears, bubbles of saliva painting your chin. Jungkook swears he’s never seen a sight as beautiful as this one and once again he’s cursing himself for not giving himself enough time to grab his camera.

“Can you go more or do you need a break?” He whispers, eyes filled with concern while he caresses your cheek with his thumb.

You shake your head, “Just give me time to regain my breath.” With a soft smile you leave a chaste kiss against the tattoo decorating his hip. It was part of a bigger piece, one that adorned the entire right side of his body, but nevertheless for some odd reason it was your favorite one.

Jungkook nods, wrapping his hand around himself, muffled curses escaping his beautiful lips. “I’m so close, baby girl, just let me cum on your face.” He all but begs, gripping his cock tightly and thrusting his hips into his hand.

You pout, a sound of protest leaves your swollen lips making Jungkook roll his eyes. “You can blow me again later, open your mouth baby.” He tucks his lips in between his lips, hips casting into his hand desperately. The pool between your legs grows, overflowing as you watch the mesmerizing sight in front of you. God, he was so fucking sexy.

You open your mouth sticking your tongue. Jungkook throws his head back moaning your name in a sweet incantation, ropes of cum hitting your tongue and cheeks, while you moan along with him.

Jungkook opens his eyes, riding out his orgasm, painting your chin watching as you drag your tongue into your mouth swallowing his salty substance, humming in satisfaction. “J-Jungkook.” The needy way you say his name makes his cock twitch and he has to keep himself from getting hard again.

“You look so pretty baby girl, so fucked out and pretty, only for me.” He whispers, collecting the cum that was dripping down your chin with his thumb before bringing it up your lips, coating them. “So filthy too, thank you baby.” He leans down, running his tongue against your cheek collecting his cum before kissing you slowly and sensually, pushing his tongue inside of your mouth, coating the inside with his cum.

Jungkook hates his cum going to waste. You whimper, snaking your arms around his neck pulling him closer, sucking on his tongue. He grins against your lips and moves away, chuckling as you continue to chase his lips with yours. “I need you Kookie.” You sigh, a pout forming on your swollen lips. “Please just fuck me, use me. I don’t care anymore.” You let out a sob, your pussy throbbing begging to be touched.

He helps you up, circling his arms around your waist, nosing your hair as he sighs. He wants to give him, lead you to the couch, but the guys were going to be here at any minute and he couldn’t have time to please you the way he wanted to.

“Let’s go shower, I promise the second the guys leave I’ll eat you out like a starved man.” He suggests, leaving a light kiss against your forehead. He didn’t feel as stressed as he was earlier, but that’s all thanks to you and how easy it was for him to get lost in your world.

“Is that a promise?” You tilt your head curiously, toying with the hair resting against the back of his neck.

“I always keep promises, baby girl.”

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jessiwiththeheadphones · 3 years ago

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StEx Ghost AU!

Note:

The ghosts’ appearances show how they did

(Like in BBC Ghosts,again idk how to explain things-)

⚠️TW: Death⚠️

The Coaches

Pearl

Pearl is one of the most recently deceased ghosts,so is referred to as a “New Ghost”.

Her cause of death was falling of f the balcony of an observation car that she was a passenger on,She was pretty high up and died on impact,It happened during the night,so as a ghost,She’s nocturnal and has dirt and gravel marks all over her body and the pink nightgown she wears as a ghosts and also has a gash on her forehead from the impact when she fell,But one downside is that she’s afraid of heights.

Dinah

Dinah is actually the least recent ghost,She’s been dead for a while,but not too long.

Her cause of death was poisoning.She worked as a barista on a lounge car and one of the other workers slipped some poison into a cup of coffee and offered her it,being the innocent pure bby she is,she drank it and died that night in her sleep.As a ghost,She’s got vain lines running down her neck and around her mouth and up her right cheek.she’s a bit skiddish of people giving her food or drink incase something is in it.

Buffy

Buffy worked on the same lounge car as Dinah,so she’s pretty close to her,she worked as a waitress and died around 7 months after Dinah did.

Her cause of death was a deathly allergic reaction,She was allergic to peanuts and one day,She was making something that had peanut butter in it and she decided to try a bit of it,thinking nothing would happen.And Died about an hour later.As a ghost,Her voice is quite raspy and her face,neck and lips are quite swollen and will Not go anywhere near anything that has something to do with peanuts,even if the others try to get her to.

Ashley

Ashley worked on the same lounge car as Buffy And Dinah,She died last out of the three(and was also buffy’s girlfriend while alive,and still is.)and yes,That one lounge car is pretty much known for workers dying in accidents but-

Ashley died from smoke inhalation(obviously) while being trapped in a fire,it was in the train yard and one of the Doors got jammed and she burned to death.She has Terrible Burns marks all over her body,mainly her face and hands and is covered head to toe with charcoal,and her voice is more raspy like buffy’s but it’s much deeper,but even though she died due to smoke inhalation,she smokes.She smoked while human,and still does as a ghost,even though buffy still tries to convince her not to,even though she’s dead.

Carrie

Carrie was the ghost that came right before pearl (a good 1 months difference) and is also sometimes referred to as a “new ghost” as well.

Her cause of death was breaking her neck.She fell down a mail Shute while working,she accidentally dropped something in and tried to get it,she fell in head first and broke her neck,other workers did find her,and she lived for a good 3 days in hospital before dying of her injuries.As a ghost,her neck is lopsided,and she wears a hospital gown,she did have one of those neck brace’s,but one of the ghost’s thought is was funny and broke it as a joke.

Belle(the bar car)

Belle didint actually work at all with trains or at railways,she worked as a barista at a pub near the yard.

Her cause of death was getting ran over,One night she got hella drunk and ended up at the railroad and..well yeah..she got ran over and didn’t notice the trail coming.As a ghost,she is drunk(sometimes),it happens just out of nowhere,she’ll just be doing ghost shit and then boom.Drunk af,Carrie and Pearl find it pretty funny too when it does happen.She has railroad track marks all up and down her body and her chest has a massive dent in it,she doesn’t seem to mind it though.

Duvay

Duvay actually worked on the same observation car that pearl fell off of.But died weeks before pearl.She is extremely close to pearl and kinda acts as a big sister to her.

Her cause of death is actually a mystery,she just died in her sleep one night,she was completely healthy at the time,but still,no one knows how she died for real.As a ghost she gets tired all the time,And also had a nightgown on but this time it’s purple(I just wanted to give Duvay purple),she is deathly pale and her fingertips and lips are blue,so that could suggest how she died.

#stex ghost! au #starlight express #stex fandom #stex au #stex coaches #stex buffy #stex pearl #stex dinah #stex belle #stex ashley #stex carrie #stex duvay

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sistervee · 3 years ago

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ALEXANDER

KING PHILIP (val kilmer) canon;king of macedonia. drunk. asshole. father of a bastard.

ALLELUJAH! THE DEVIL’S CARNIVAL

THE AGENT (ALT FC JENSEN ACKLES); canon divergent. he did not stay in heaven, but was sentenced to a life in hell with the porcelain doll. he sings about fidelity and lust.

ALL TOO WELL BY TAYLOR SWIFT

BRANDON MURPHY (dylan o'brien) canon/oc hybrid; based on taylor swift’s short film ‘all too well’

A MOST VIOLENT YEAR

ABEL MORALES; (oscar isaac) canon; oil tycoon and the guy who always takes the morally high road no matter what because he has something to prove tm.

BATMAN FOREVER

BATMAN / BRUCE WAYNE (val kilmer) canon;

TWO-FACE / HARVEY DENT (tommy lee jones) canon;

BLUES BROTHERS

ELWOOD BLUES (dan aykroyd) canon;

CADDYSHACK

TY WEBB (chevy chase) canon; lackadaisical golfer with too much money

COLUMBUS DAY

JOHNNY COLOGNE (val kilmer) canon; thief extraordinare

CONSPIRACY

WILLIAM ‘SPOOKY’ MCPHERSON (val kilmer) canon; marine with horrific ptsd that he tries to chase away with drugs and alcohol to no avail. shell of who he used to be.

DEJA VU

PAUL PRYZWARRA (val kilmer) canon; tired TM fbi agent. divorced. works WAY too much.

DEXTER

HANNAH McKAY; (yvonne strahovski) canon; dexter’s serial killer girlfriend and step mom to harrison morgan

DEBRA MORGAN; (jennifer carpenter) canon; cop, dexter’s sister, mouth of a sailor.

DEXTER MORGAN; (michael c. hall) canon; serial killer, former or present blood splatter analyst depending on verse. current on dexter: new blood.

HARRISON MORGAN; (jack alcott) canon; dexter’s son w/rita, step son to hannah mckay

BRIAN MOSER; (fc tbd) canon; dexter’s older brother, also a serial killer, posing most recently as a prosthetic doctor

DOCTOR DETROIT

CLIFF SKRIDLOW / DOCTOR DETROIT (DAN AYKROYD) CANON;

DOCTOR HORRIBLE’S SING-ALONG BLOG

CAPTAIN HAMMER (nathan fillion) canon; superhero with super strength, super good looks, and super… uh… hammer.

THE DOORS

JIM MORRISON (jim morrison / val kilmer used interchangeably because they are twin souls fight me)

DOUBLE IDENTITY

DR. NICHOLAS PINTER (val kilmer) canon; doctor without borders physician, framed, blackmailed, untrusting.

DRAGNET (1987)

SGT. JOE FRIDAY (dan aykroyd) canon;

DUNE

DUKE LETO ATRIEDES (oscar isaac); canon; duke of the house of atriedes from the planet of caladan. father of paul. loves his family and his people and cares for them in a way most dukes do not.

ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK

EDEN (angelina jolie) oc; former black ops, was sentenced to life on the island for murdering a man who tried to sexually assault her.

EVIL DEAD / FRIDAY THE 13TH FRANCHISES

ASH WILLIAMS (BRUCE CAMPBELL)

CLAY MILLER (JARED PADALECKI)

EVERETT ANDERSON (VAL KILMER) OC

JASON VORHEES (ADAM BALDWIN)

LINDA (SMITH) (AMY GUMENICK) evil dead canon;

EVIL EYES (2009)

JEFF STEN (ADAM BALDWIN)

EX MACHINA

NATHAN HAMLET BATEMAN (oscar isaac); creator of bluebook (think google), nathan spends his time at his reclusive estate in alaska working on creating the perfect AI.

FARENHEIT 451

LUKE MCKENNA (val kilmer) oc; after beatty burns montag alive bc he mad af, beatty gets removed from his post and mckenna comes in to replace him as captain. (i utilize val kilmer in spartan as the fc).

FELON

JOHN SMITH (val kilmer) canon; after his wife and daughter were rxped and murdered, he found their bodies and a reckoning happened. approx. 17 people were murdered which included the two men that did it and their entire families. he has no regrets about it.

FERRIS BUELLER’S DAY OFF

FERRIS BUELLER (matthew broderick) canon;

FIREFLY

MAL REYNOLDS (nathan fillion); captain of the ship called serenity, smuggler, sarcastic little shit

JAYNE COBB (adam baldwin); “public relations” on serenity, mercenary

INARA SERRA (morena baccarin); companion, considers serenity her home

SIMON TAM (sean maher); doctor who broke his sister out of an alliance facility that was performing brain experiments on her

RIVER TAM (summer glau); simon’s sister, genius, psychic, trained in ballet and martial arts, will kick your ass if the right code phrase is uttered.

FULL METAL JACKET

ASHLEY JAMES BUCKLEY AKA ANIMAL MOTHER (adam baldwin) canon

JAMES T. DAVIS AKA JOKER (alt fc val kilmer) canon; recast of joker to kilmer bc i do what i want

GHOSTBUSTERS

ESTELLE ADAMS (MILLIE BOBBY BROWN) oc; simple girl, average childhood, loves to work on cars with her dad.

DANA BARRETT (VENKMAN) (SIGNOURNEY WEAVER) canon

ALEXANDER ‘ALEX’ RAYMOND HATHAWAY (DARREN CRISS) oc; Alice’s (@quiietpatience) son from her second marriage. video game designer. lives in california. visits NY frequently to see his mama. Hates his father (see below).

ADELMO GEOVANNI BARRIOS HERNANDEZ (OSCAR ISAAC) oc; second ex husband of Alice (@quiietpatience). he’s a real asshole, manipulative, controlling, etc. etc.

GARY GROOBERSON (PAUL RUDD) canon;

SERESA KRAUSE (MEG RYAN) oc; (originally based in stranger things); waitress, and verse dependent, aspiring broadway star

MISSY MILLER (YVONNE STRAHOVSKI) oc; went to columbia with the boys tm. broke peter (doctorvenko)’s heart in public in front of everyone and went on about her pumpkin spice latte

TRISTAN ‘MASS’ OWENS (ZACHARY LEVI) oc; navy seal who was stationed in the Right Place at the Right Time and married a pretty woman (@quiietpatience) because it was ‘normal’. They divorced when he finally came out that he was gay.

JANOSZ POHA (PETER MacNICOL) canon

CALLIE SPENGLER (CARRIE COON) canon

EGON SPENGLER (HOWARD RAMIS / JOHN KRASINSKI) canon

PHOEBE SPENGLER (MCKENNA GRACE) canon

TREVOR SPENGLER (FINN WOLFHARD) canon

RAY STANTZ (KJ APA) REAL GHOSTBUSTERS CANON; FOR MOVIE CANON RAY (DAN AYKROYD) PLEASE VISIT DOCTORSTANTZY!

PETER VENKMAN (CHEVY CHASE / MATT BOMER FOR THE RGB VERSE) canon;

OSCAR (aka OZZIE) BARRETT VENKMAN (paul wesley) canon/oc hybrid;

having grown up as a “ghostbuster legacy” oscar, or as he likes to call himself, ozzie found himself intrigued by the occult. he spends a lot of time in ray’s store and he’s a leader of the new york ghost corps which are ghostbuster fans that are keeping the ghostbusters alive by attending conventions and parties and of course, he leads a paranormal investigation group as well. he is a local expert on all things occult and he loves it. leather jacket, motorcycle, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth are his aesthetic.

WILLIAM LINDEN; (VAL KILMER) OC

in the script for ghostbusters III, the ghostbusters created a machine that would transport them to an alternate version of new york so they could save it. my oc is based on this premise.

ghostbusters became so popular, they formed the ghostbusters corporation. one of the new members, william linden, worked with egon spengler to create this machine to save an alternate version of new york they had been alerted to.

in other canon, william is transported to [ insert your fandom here ] when the machine malfunctions. it zaps about 24 hours of his memory and he can’t figure out exactly how to replicate the conditions to return home.

JAMES VERNE (TIMOTHEE CHALAMET) oc; james was raised in summerville by his grandmother as his parents were in and out of drug rehab and jail. he started driving his grandma to doctor’s appointments at 14 and the cops look the other way because they know his circumstances and he obeys all the laws aside from the age. His grandmother is very well known and liked in the town. She is now bed ridden and taking a turn for the worst and he’s in constant fear of what happens to his 16 year old self when she passes? He doesn’t show it, though, on the outside he’s very happy and optimistic and well liked by the kids in town and their parents alike.

THE GREAT OUTDOORS

ROMAN CRAIG (dan aykroyd) canon; smooth talking investor (formerly)

HALLOWEENTOWN/HALLOWEENTOWN HIGH

DYLAN PIPER CROMWELL (GREGG SULKIN)

HARD CASH

MARK CORNELL (val kilmer) canon; corrupt fbi agent working to launder money with the local mob.

HARRY POTTER

DRACO MALFOY (TOM FELTON/NEELS VISSER) CANON;

SEVERUS SNAPE (ADAM DRIVER) CANON;

SIRIUS BLACK (KIT HARINGTON) CANON;

HEAT

CHRIS SHIHERLIS (val kilmer) canon; caught up in the mob life. now on the run.

HOUSE OF WAX (2005)

BO SINCLAIR (BRIAN VAN HOLT)

THE HUNGER GAMES

GALE HAWTHORNE; (liam hemsworth) canon; i have been writing gale since 2012 and no longer know where book, film, and my headcanons end and the other begins *shrug*

SENECA CRANE; (wes bently) canon; gamemaker just trying to survive under snow’s thumb by being as brutal as possible. tortured soul.

INSIDE LLEWYN DAVIS

LLEWYN DAVIS; (oscar isaac; darren criss - younger) canon; struggling folk musician in the 60s just trying to make it big.

THE ISLAND OF DR. MOREAU (1996)

MONTGOMERY KNIGHT (val kilmer) canon; former neurosurgeon, has become more of a vet these days on the island of dr. moreau where there are genetic experiments on animals. twin brother of chris knight (real genius)

KILL THE IRISHMAN

JOE MANDITSKI (val kilmer) canon; cleveland pd detective who is Tired™ and desperate to bring the mob down in his city

KRAMPUS (2015) & GERMANIC LORE

KRAMPUS (adam baldwin for human form); canon/lore hybrid

THE LAST GREAT AMERICAN DYNASTY BY TAYLOR SWIFT

BILL JOHANSSON (val kilmer, 1996); canon/oc hybrid; bill is the heir to the standard oil name and money. he’s 37 and unmarried, driving his parents crazy. the problem is all the women in his parent’s circle are too stuffy and status-obsessed. his life changes when rebekah harkness shows up and turns the town upside down. heavily affiliated with brokenegoed.

THE LAST SHIP

MIKE SLATTERY (adam baldwin) canon; commander (XO or captain) of the ddg-151 uss nathan james. trying to save the world from a pandemic.

TOM CHANDLER (eric dane); canon; captain of the ddg-151 uss nathan james. trying to save the world from a pandemic and also his family.

KARA FOSTER; (marissa neitling) canon; lieutenant aboard the uss nathan james ddg-151 destroyer, tactical action officer, expert marksman, has a thing for a charming smile

HANNAH SLATTERY (millie bobby brown) canon/oc hybrid; oldest daughter of high ranking naval commander mike slattery. girly girl, mama’s girl, loves fashion and social media. heterosexual. (age range 16-21)

AJ SLATTERY (madison mclaughlin) canon/oc hybrid; middle daughter of high ranking naval commander mike slattery. tomboy, loves sports, daddy’s girl, lesbian. (age range 15-21)

LUCAS SLATTERY (colin ford) canon divergent; youngest child of high ranking naval commander mike slattery. loves dinosaurs, alligators, and science! prefers not to be labled as anything, he just digs cool people. (age range: ~9-21)

THE LITTLE MERMAID

PRINCE ERIC (zac efron) canon;

LOST BOYS (VERSE)

TATE LEE (COHEN & TATE; ADAM BALDWIN)

MINDHUNTERS

JAKE HARRIS (VAL KILMER) canon; fbi instructor at quantico. thinks outside the box. loves cake.

MONSTER MAKERS

SHERIFF JAY FOREST (ADAM BALDWIN)

MY BLOODY VALENTINE (2009)

SARAH MERCER PALMER (JAIME KING)

TOM HANNIGER/HARRY WARDEN (JENSEN ACKLES)

MY STEPMOTHER IS AN ALIEN

DR. STEVEN MILLS (DAN AYKROYD) CANON;

NATIONAL LAMPOON’S (VARIOUS) VACATION(S)

CLARK GRISWOLD (CHEVY CHASE) canon;

PREDATOR 2

ADAM GARBER (ADAM BALDWIN)

THE PRINCE OF EGYPT / THE TEN COMMANDMENTS MUSICAL (2009)

MOSES (val kilmer) canon; yes, the actual moses. i do not rp with animated fcs or use one and i will be using val kilmer as the fc and not accepting discourse on this matter. he did an amazing portrayal. my decision is final. ope

REAL GENIUS

CHRIS KNIGHT (val kilmer) canon; actual genius, party god, avid slipper collector. college senior or college professor (verse dependent), twin brother of montgomery knight (the island of dr. moreau 1996)

RED PLANET

ROBBY GALLAGHER (val kilmer) canon; with three ex-wives and an elvis obsession, robby was chosen to be the first group of astronauts to colonize mars after the introduction of algae to mars in 2025.

REPRISAL (HULU)

JOHNSON (david dastmalchian) ETHAN HART (mena massoud) JOEL KELLY (rodrigo santoro)

REVENGE FOR JOLLY!

CECIL (oscar isaac); canon. constantly drunk and/or high, cecil is the cousin of harry, embarks on a journey to find and destroy the man who killed jolly, harry’s beloved dog.

THE SAINT

SIMON TEMPLAR (val kilmer) canon; orphan, thief for hire, master of disguises, he has no idea who he really is

THE SALTON SEA

TOM VAN ALLEN / DANNY PARKER / JIMMY FINN (val kilmer) canon; after tom’s wife was murdered, he became danny and seemed to be spiraling into drugs and alcohol, but it was all a well-thought-out ruse to bring down the two corrupt law enforcement officers who were responsible for his wife’s death. after he got his revenge ten-fold, he became jimmy and moved away from the salton sea. you can find him anywhere but california.

SCREAM QUEENS

DR. CASSIDY CASCADE (TAYLOR LAUTNER) canon;

SPARTAN

MASTER GUNNERY SGT BOBBY SCOTT (val kilmer) canon; he is a no nonsense, unquestioning his orders marine to his very own death. once he has a mission, literally nothing will stop him from completing it. he suffers from PTSD and is covered in scars from head to toe. he has night terrors from the PTSD and as such, does not allow himself to sleep often. he runs on caffeine and spite.

SPIES LIKE US

AUSTIN MILLBARGE (DAN AYKROYD)

EMMET FITZ-HUME (CHEVY CHASE)

STAR WARS

KYLO REN / BEN SOLO, or as i like to call him KYLO BEN (adam driver) canon;

POE DAMERON (oscar isaac); canon

WAYFINDER (john krasinski) oc; personified wayfinder because ~magic~ and i do what i want.

STEPHEN KING’S IT

EDDIE KASPBRAK (JACK DYLAN GRAZER / JAMES RANSONE) canon;

TOM ROGAN (ERIC DANE) TRIGGERING CONTENT canon;

STRANGER THINGS

NICK ABANO (OC; MANAGER OF FAMILY VIDEO; ALEX LAGINA)

BILLY HARGROVE (DACRE MONTGOMERY)

STEVE HARRINGTON (JOE KEERY)

DUSTIN HENDERSON (GATEN MATAZZARRO)

JIM HOPPER (DAVID HARBOUR)

TOMMY RADER (OC; ADAM BALDWIN)

SUPERNATURAL

CASTIEL (val kilmer) canon; emphasis on endverse, selectively will write other versions of cas

WAR (val kilmer) canon; one of four horsemen of the apocalypse. he’s on a red motorcycle… he’s comin for you!!!

DEAN WINCHESTER (jensen ackles) canon;

MARY WINCHESTER (amy gumenick) canon divergent;

SAM WINCHESTER (jared padalecki/tbd) canon; SUPER SELECTIVE

TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE

CHARLIE HEWITT SHERIFF HOYT (R LEE ERMY/YOUNGER: JENSEN ACKLES)

ERIC HILL (MATT BOMER)

JED “BUBBA” & “LEATHERFACE” SAWYER (ADAM BALDWIN; MIXED CANON WITH A LEATHERFACE 2017 BASE)

SALLY HARDESTY (AMY GUMENICK)

THE THIRST

LENNY (ADAM BALDWIN)

TRADING PLACES

LOUIS WINTHORPE III (DAN AYKROYD) canon;

TRIPLE FRONTIER

SANTIAGO ‘POPE’ GARCIA (oscar isaac) canon; former delta force special ops, santi currently owns a security firm that has a contract in colombia working closely with law enforcement.

THUNDERHEART

RAY LEVOI (val kilmer) canon; former fbi agent, part cherokee who is just trying to discover his ancestor’s roots and spirit

TOMBSTONE

JOHN HENRY ‘DOC’ HOLLIDAY (val kilmer) canon; former dentist, has tuberculosis, currently a gambling man who moves from town to town making money and sometimes, when the need arises, murderer, *shrugs*

JOHNNY RINGO (michael biehn); canon; cowboy. gunslinger. multilingual. general asshole. rowdy drunk.

WYATT EARP (kurt russell); canon; THE wyatt earp. guilty former law dog. looking for the rest of his life, having trouble finding it.

TOM CLANCY’S JACK RYAN (AMAZON)

JACK RYAN (john krasinski) canon;

TOMMY BOY

RAY ZALINKSY (dan aykroyd) canon; the auto parts king, based in chicago, owns a wildly successful chain of auto parts stores.

TOP GUN

RON ‘SLIDER’ KERNER (RICK ROSSOVICH) canon;

TOM ‘ICEMAN’ KAZANSKY (VAL KILMER) canon; perfectionist navy pilot, winner of top gun 1986, will write him from teen to present day as admiral and chief naval officer of the entire us navy

TOP SECRET!

NICK RIVERS (val kilmer) canon; international heartthrob / edgy rock ‘n’ roller. think elvis but spoofed.

TWILIGHT

JACOB BLACK (taylor lautner)

ARO SELINOFOTO VOLTURI (adam driver)

VAULT OF THE MACABRE II

VINCENT (CANON/OC HYBRID) (ADAM BALDWIN)

WHITE COLLAR

NEAL CAFFREY (MATT BOMER) CANON; criminal informant. trying his Best. or not.

WILDEST DREAMS BY TAYLOR SWIFT

LIAM ANDERSON (val kilmer in the ghost and the darkness era) canon/oc hybrid; hot headed actor in his prime filming a movie in africa and ready for an intensely passionate affair with his co-star oOP

WILLOW

CASSANDRA: (natalie dormer) oc; con artist.

MADMARTIGAN (val kilmer) canon; expert swordsman who lost a random, very important baby to a hawk. it’s a long story.

WONDERLAND

JOHN HOLMES, AKA JOHNNY WADD, PORNSTAR; (val kilmer) canon; addicted to drugs and an adult film legend w/a 14 inch… you know…

WONDER WOMAN

DIANA PRINCE / WONDER WOMAN (gal gadot); canon; i ship wonderbat and superwonder so much wow

THE X-FILES

KNOWLE ROHRER (adam baldwin) canon; alien hybrid, long time friend of john dogget.

FANDOMLESS OCs

MARCO ARCELIO; (oscar isaac) oc; fandomless; very popular actor just wanting a sense of normalcy

BEKAH ROSSELLINI; (gracie gillam) oc; fandomless; medic, photographer, lover of fun

CHRISTIAN DANTE FLORES MEDINA (darren criss) oc; based on taylor swift’s ‘august’. aspiring broadway performer!

BEN AINSLEY; his family is from old, old money and he uses that to book up time on hunter reserves in africa so actual hunters can’t hunt. he hates hunting and has never killed an animal. instead, on his trips, he explores the reserves.

LUCAS MATSSON; lucas is a history professor at a large university. his favorite things are egyptian and nordic lore. he has originals and replicas of armor, royal garbs, and weaponry for every period of world history. SINGLE SHIP WITH THXWXLF.

#muses

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sideblogformindtrash · 4 years ago

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CW: Deshumanization; alcohol/intoxication; implied past abuse; vomiting from anxiety; knife; mentioned gore; pet/slave whump; conditioning;

This one is part of a longer draft but I thought would be better to split it. This one is more setting-world building; the other will likely be whumpy af.

“Pet… Young Master might need you”

The old servant woman called. She was usually the one who spoke to him... albeit only for this sort of information. No one talked to him if it wasn’t strictly needed. They used to, but they stopped. He was too disgusting now.

With some difficulty, he got up from the rug beside master’s bed, still drowsy and with a headache. He had his own tiny-cubicle bedroom, like all of the servants did, but he could count on his fingers the days he was allowed to sleep there.

“W-ha- what” His throat was hurting a bit, and words were becoming harder to say lately. Young Master hated when he spoke, Grand Master was never around and no one else cared… So it didn’t matter so much, did it? “W-wha...what are the…t-he or-orders?”

The old servant looked uncomfortable, staring at the pale boy in front of her.

“…He didn’t call. But he is… Hm… We think you could help him calm down.”

“O-oh…” he looked at his own feet.

So there was no real reason, other than Younger Master was angry and they needed someone to be there for him to take the anger out on. He was the pet. The official punch bag to keep Young Master calm and contempt. Everyone else had important tasks they had to perform and where a crucial part of keeping the mansion working.

He helped with the kitchens a bit in the morning and was eye candy. He had it easier than everyone else there... So it was fair, right?

But he wished he was like the working slaves or the servants. That he would get to sleep on the tiny bedrooms, eat away from the Masters and be largely just… Ignored. Invisible to Master’s wrath unless a mistake was committed, but welcomed as a friend by others like him.

But he had it easier than everyone and his job was to be hurt to keep Young Master calm. To be constantly under his severe gaze… And always alone otherwise.

He cleaned that single tear crossing his face. It hadn’t even happened yet, he needed to wait to cry or it would be worse.

“-W-wher” He managed.

“Entrance” She answer, looking away “I’ll see if I can give you some extra food later”

He nodded and managed a very tiny, weak smile. Those were the little kindnesses they still considered him worthy off. A little extra bit of food, taking up his chores when he was too wounded to do them, meticulously cleaning his clothes so the bloodstains were gone, avoiding the showers when he was there so he wouldn’t have to worry about hiding his disgusting, scarred shape from anyone. He wouldn’t have to feel ashamed for sitting on the floor and crying, or for giving up bathing all together if the pain was too much. No one would have to look at him and give those uncomfortable gazes.

He fixed his hair a little bit and adjusted the position of his collar, taping his clothes a bit to remove dents. It was very pointless to try and look pretty – Young Master always thought he was repulsive – but it was something he was taught to always do, always try and look his best, so he did it.

He walked through the rich hallways, all full of small little secrets. It was amusing to explore that house at first, when he was still… Still new. When there was something good left of him. He pushed away those thoughts. Be good for Master. Master wants me like this, so this is good and what I should be. I’m a pet. Just a pet.

…He dry swallowed. He could hear Young Master screaming, berating some poor servant, before even reaching the entrance hall.

He had to stop for a moment and lean against the wall to breathe. He felt dizzy, his chest so tight, stomach curling.

Breathe. Breathe.

Maybe he will be kind. It’s not… not me he is angry with. He closed his eyes tight, pulling his hands close to his chest, pressing them hard. It helped. Somehow, it helped. Smile. Breathe. Be good.

Hands down. Each step closer to Master makes his legs weaker, the air heavier, the chest tighter. Eventually he can’t hold himself up anymore but it’s fine because kneeling is good. He lets his body fall close to Master’s feet, taking his attention from the servant woman he has been screaming with. A lot of the others are watching, but from a distance, so they don’t turn into the next targets.

…Young Master smells like alcohol. The door is wide open. The car poorly parked outside.

“…W-w-wel” he whimpers, the words are too much. Breathe. Don’t give up. “We-welc-come h-home mas-st”

“Hello there pet. Happy to see me?” A vicious smile, as he savors the pet’s sheer panic just by having to be near him.

He nods. Young Master doesn’t want to hear him so it should be enough. Now that his attention is on him, the servant girl he was berating has escaped. Young Master grabs his hair. It’s not so much that it hurts, but enough that is not comforting. It’s a threat.

Careful what you do now, pet. Or there will be pain. That’s the message, right?

But there is always pain. He manages a broken smile, and gets a vicious one in return. It makes him want to flee, to hide deep within himself, like a snail on its shell.

“You look so pale today pet” Master… gets a pocket knife. He tenses up immediately. A pretty silver knife, adorned in golden arabesques. He pulls the blade up, and idly plays with it on his hands. A threat. “I think you need some red on those cheeks.”

He lets the knife close… And he is… Too drunk. The hands aren’t steady. It’s close enough to draw blood. He laughs.

“Oh mutt, look how reckless you are, leaning into my knife like that” stinky breath blown on his face, as Master leans in dangerously close… “You dirtied my knife”

He can’t breathe he can’t breathe he can’t breathe.

His chest is tight.

It hurts.

“Maybe I should cut you open tonight, if you are so eager” he says, lifting his shirt a little bit so he can put the knife against his stomach, only enough to draw a little drop of crimson “Pull your fillings out. I’m curious if you are just as ugly on the inside… Maybe we could use it as wall decor, what do you think?”

Master starts to laugh, and leans away…

The laughter fades as his pet throws up all over his shoes.

His face twists with shock… And then absolute fury.

The pet’s eyes widen. The pretty knife shines menacingly.

Before it could hit him, he scrambles away and runs.

The door is wide open, he runs without looking where he is going and without ever looking back.

tag: @cupcakes-and-pain @whump-me-all-night-long @whumpzone

#I need to sleep my cat is using like 70% of my bed #orfeu and haru #whump writing #oc whump #Farlan B)

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lovemesomerafael · 5 years ago

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Under The Influence

Peter Stone one-shot (NSFW)

This is a writing exercise I did to try to write in present tense, because @mforpaul does that and I really like it. It’s also Smutty McSmutface, which @mforpaul also does really well, but I am responsible for my own smut. (I’m so ashamed.) It’s long AF, sorry about that, but did I mention smut?

Shout out to @peter-stone and @thomas1340 because Peter Stone.

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Peter Stone can’t believe his Monday morning is going to start with a garden-variety drunk driving arrest. He thought he’d graduated from these ten years ago. But when the suspect owns a major international oil conglomerate, D.A. Jack McCoy doesn’t want the news showing pictures of a junior-level A.D.A. handling the case. So Peter finds himself trying to drink his tall, double-shot, caramel macchiato with extra foam and run at the same time, because he’s late.

Alyson Sanders’ heels were not made for walking the long, tiled halls of a police station. Truth be told, they weren’t made for walking at all. And Alyson has no business being in a police station. Her last exposure to criminal law was as a first-year law student, and it was the last time she’d wanted to think about it. But Chester Palerisian had called her at an ungodly hour this morning, drunk as a skunk and demanding that she get him out of jail. So here she is. She should have had an associate handle this, and she would have, except that it’s Palerisian himself, and she just knows what she’ll have to listen to if he isn’t represented by someone whose name is on the door of the firm. Of course, having her name on the door of a firm that doesn’t do criminal law should mean that she doesn’t have to deal with the drunken fuckery of an overbred clown like Chester Palerisian. But his ownership of CTP Oil, and its status as one of her firm’s most lucrative clients, means that she does.

Alyson walks up to the Desk Sergeant she’s been directed to, and asks to meet with her client. Then she waits, taking the opportunity to look around at the diverse and fascinating group of people waiting with her. She listens to the conversations she can overhear, trying to identify languages and intrigued by the dramas going on around her. She is almost sorry when the Desk Sergeant calls her and escorts her to an interview room.

The room has the standard one-way mirror, which shows that today’s wet fog has done Alyson’s hair no favors. She congratulates herself on going wavy and messy with her long blonde bob today, because that was how it was going to end up, anyway. There is also the standard long, metal table with scratches, dents, and metal loops for handcuffing suspects who threaten to get out of control. The room reeks of alcohol. To be precise, her client, sitting on one of the mismatched and battered chairs haphazardly surrounding the table in a suit that had cost several thousand dollars and was probably now beyond repair, reeks of alcohol. The minute he opens his mouth, it is clear he is still very, very drunk.

“Aly! Thank God. Get me the fuck out of here,” he says, standing as though she is just going to lead him out this minute.

“That’s why I’m here, Chet. Are you all right?”

“Does this look all right to you? I’m in fucking handcuffs, for fuck’s sake! What am I, a criminal?”

Alyson is just annoyed enough to consider answering that question, but she hasn’t gotten to where she is by giving in to impulses. “All right, I just wanted to check on you before we talk to the cops. If you’re ready, I’ll let them in. And you are not going to say one word, all right? Let me do all the talking.”

“Fine, fine. I’m not stupid.”

On that wildly debatable note, Alyson suddenly realizes she has no idea how to summon whoever they need to meet with, presumably the cops and maybe an ADA. She puts her briefcase and purse down on the table to stall for time. Fortunately, very quickly thereafter, the door opens and tall, pretty man walks in, his very well-cut suit outlining what appears to be an insane body underneath.

Peter will later thank God for muscle memory, because the minute he comes through the door and sees the defendant’s attorney, time stops. “I’m ADA Peter Stone,” he says automatically, holding out a hand, because that’s what he always does when he walks into this room. If Peter had to think his way through this moment, the beautiful blonde would be standing there holding his hand while he had feverish sexual fantasies about her for a very long time. His vision is actually fuzzy, which tells him that, in addition to the things happening lower down in his body, his eyes are already dilating with lust. He has never seen a better-looking woman in real life.

Her hair looks as though it is doing exactly what she intended, although what it’s doing is making him picture himself doing things to her to get it gorgeously tousled like that. Her beautiful suit is tailored by a master, and her hand feels warm and soft and feminine and holy shit the dirty thoughts going through Peter’s head right this minute. She is wearing very small gold earrings, and he wants to nibble on them, for some reason.

Peter is fortunate enough that the woman’s moronic client begins to speak at that moment, stirring the alcohol reek in the room and reminding him why he is here.

“Well, this is my lawyer, Alyson Sanders. Of Ogilvie, Sanders and… somebody else.”

Alyson’s contemplation of the way the ADA is looking at her is interrupted, and she’s not happy about it. The man looks like he’s about to take a bite out of her, and she’s down with that plan.

“Fishbach,” Alyson says, still holding Peter Stone’s hand and looking into his eyes. The voice that comes out is not her usual “meeting opposing counsel” voice.

“Hmmm?” Peter asks, not letting go of her hand, either.

“Fishbach. My other partner’s name. Jared Fishbach.” The blush of shame at such a stupid statement begins very low on Alyson’s chest and blooms, rapidly and hotly, up her body.

“Right,” Peter says, realizing with a minute shake of his head that he needs to release her hand. “And your name is…”

“Aly. Alyson Sanders.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Sanders,” Peter says, and shakes her hand again. Both notice at the same time that this is a bit redundant, but they still shake. They just laugh nervously as they do it, and drop their hands quickly. “Ogilvie, Sanders… I wasn’t aware your firm does criminal defense.”

“We don’t,” Alyson responds, grateful she knows this one. Her neurons are not working correctly. She notes, however, that her autonomic nervous system is humming along nicely, increasing her heart and respiratory rate and hardening her nipples, as well as dilating capillaries and stimulating lubrication. Because damn. The way this Peter Stone has just the very slightest lisp when he says her name should be at least a Class C Felony. Don’t think about punishment, Aly. Don’t think about punishment. Client. Opposing counsel. Not spanking. Work mode.

“I guess I should explain,” she tries to fake coherence. “My firm represents Mr. Palerisian’s business interests. When he was arrested, he called me. I’ll be representing him for the time being, but I’m likely to be replaced at some point.”

“I see,” Peter answers, moving to sit down at the table in hopes she won’t notice that his legs are actually shaking. Also in hopes she won’t notice other things in the neighborhood of his legs that he is helpless to control now that he’s had a whiff of her perfume. He can’t remember the last time he had an involuntary hard on. “Well, I just need to ask your client some questions.”

“Right. I thought you might want to do that, but I’m afraid we’re not going to be answering any questions this morning. He’s been arrested, correct?”

“He has.”

“What are you charging him with?”

“Second offense aggravated DUI, felony assault, resisting arrest, disorderly conduct, and misdemeanor possession of marijuana.”

“What do we need to do to get him released?”

“He’s charged with 2 felonies and 3 misdemeanors. He can’t be released until he’s been arraigned, and even then he’ll only be released pending trial if the judge allows it.”

“That is bullshit!” Palerisian shouts, standing abruptly and basically falling onto the table, which fortunately is bolted to the floor.

“Chet, I got this,” Alyson says, giving him a steadying hand to sit back down.

“Fuck that! I’m not staying here one more minute. I demand to see this guy’s supervisor!”

“Chet, ‘this guy’s supervisor’ is the District Attorney. He’s got better things to do. And you’re not in a position to demand anything. Let me do my job.”

“I want out of here!”

Alyson wants out of here, too, but she doesn’t yell it and kick her feet into the table leg like a three-year-old. Instead, she asks whether it would be possible for her and Mr. Stone to meet privately. She immediately regrets her choice of words, because it sounds very much like she’s asking for the other thing she really wants right this minute.

“Of course,” Peter responds, standing up. He ignores Palerisian, who is making toddler noises and asking what’s happening, opens the door for Alyson and waves her into the hallway.

He escorts her across the hall to a small meeting room. As she passes him, she purposely moves too close. She has to see if he smells as good as she thinks he will. Oh, holy fuck. He smells better. Without her consent, Alyson’s hypothalamus sends a signal to divert additional blood and energy to her autonomic nervous system. She really doesn’t need to be this turned on right now. She is a bit lightheaded – there’s only so much blood to go around, after all – so she sets her briefcase and purse on a chair and sits down at the battered little wooden table that dominates the tiny room.

“My client is…” She begins, faltering almost immediately.

Peter raises an eyebrow.

She smiles then, tilting her head with a twisted, wry grin. “A petulant, entitled asshat.”

“So stipulated,” he grins despite himself.

“Unfortunately, that’s not illegal. Prisons are overcrowded enough already. So let’s talk about his actual crime. Bail?”

“I can live with releasing him to you, but he surrenders his drivers’ license.”

Her face clouds over, just a little. Just enough that he knows she is letting him see it. “Yeah…”

“That’s a gift, Ms. Sanders.”

“Oh, I fully recognize that. You’re clearly a man willing to make deals. But I think that, in this case, maybe not as much of a gift as you’d think.”

“I won’t go ROR.”

“No. And I wouldn’t ask you to. I’m thinking more in the neighborhood of a reasonable bail.”

Peter looks at her with surprise. “Ms. Sanders, I was offering to release him to your recognizance. No bail.”

“Mr. Stone… Peter. May I call you Peter?”

“Of course.” Call me Daddy. Call me anything the fuck you want.

“I understand your offer. I just don’t accept it.”

“You understand that, if he has to bond out, it’ll cost him money. That’s not as good as the deal I’m offering.”

“Mr. Palerisian wouldn’t need a bail bond. He has the cash.” Her face holds an expectancy that tells him she is sending a message she’s not willing to put into words. Peter gets the message anyway.

“And you don’t want to be responsible for him. Maybe you also think he should have to go to the hassle of putting up his own money.”

“This is DUI number two, and he’s been well above .18 both times. Besides which, he’s an asshat whether he’s drunk or not. Frankly, if it didn’t mean having to deal with my partners’ whining, I’d fire him. Maybe if I can’t get him ROR’ed, I’ll get lucky and he’ll fire us, instead.” Then, as if a switch has been flipped, Alyson sits a bit straighter and says mechanically, in a tone almost – but not quite – imitating robotic quoting of a statement that is not her own, “But I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re suggesting I’m not advocating for the best deal for my client. That would be unethical.”

With a wide smile, Peter says, “Ms. Sanders – Alyson – you’re a tough negotiator. I don’t feel good about half a million dollars’ bail-“

“Don’t push it, Peter,” she tilts her head with a playful scowl.

“As I said, I don’t feel good about two hundred fifty thousand dollars bail…” He waits for her smile of agreement, then proceeds. “But you’ve twisted my arm.”

He reaches out his hand. She stands and shakes it firmly for the third time in under ten minutes.

“I’m sorry I had to be so rough on you.”

“Let me call, see if I can still get us on the arraignment calendar this morning.”

Alyson looks up at Peter from under her long eyelashes, muttering, “Don’t push too hard. A night in jail might do him good.”

He stops with his phone in his hand, just about to touch the screen. “It’s usually fairly difficult to get a last-minute addition to the arraignment calendar.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“I’m sorry,” he says with an obviously faux chagrin, and puts his phone back into his inside jacket pocket. “I did everything I could.”

“I appreciate the professional courtesy.” They stand there, grinning conspiratorially at one another. “Once he sobers up, I’ll talk to my client and see if he’s open to a plea deal.”

“Who says I’m offering one?”

“Well, I’ve heard you are sort of a hardass. You might not. I’ll make sure he knows that. But, just in case, I’ll see what he’d be willing to accept.”

“I’ll see you at the arraignment tomorrow morning.”

“Looking forward to it.”

Peter can’t concentrate on the scumbags today. He needs to, and he needs to ride herd on all the Junior ADAs he’s responsible for, but for the life of him he can’t clear his mind of the picture of Alyson Sanders walking away from him down the hallway at the police station. He wants to find the person who tailored that skirt to fit her bum like that and shake their hand. Or perhaps punch them in the throat, because that picture is not helping him get shit done today. He wonders what she’ll wear to the arraignment tomorrow morning, and hopes like hell she won’t be replaced by then. Peter had no desire to see Randolph Dworkin in a tight, ass-hugging skirt.

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The gods smile on Peter Stone and he sees Alyson Sanders sashay into the courthouse wearing another beautiful suit. He gets one look at the skirt and knows this will be the second day in a row shot to hell. She has an eager young man walking beside her, legs twice as long as hers but still running to keep up with her in her heels, and she is listening attentively to what he has to say. Peter recognizes him now; he worked for Peter until about six months ago, when he quit to go where the money is. Alyson’s eyes light up when she sees Peter and the smile she gives him wakes his cock up for the day.

After another handshake that goes on a beat too long, Alyson asks Peter whether he remembers whatever the kid’s name is. Peter remembers him, and instantly forgets his name again. The kid is there to give Alyson a crash course in arraignments, which aren’t rocket science, and she and Peter already have a deal. Still, Peter admires her preparation. He imagines she doesn’t like being out of her depth any more than Peter himself does.

“I’m going to need to get in there in a moment, and I don’t know when they’ll call Palerisian’s case. So I may not have a chance to talk to you again this morning,” Peter explains to Alyson. “I also have a crowded day, but we need to talk about what we’re going to do with your client. Are you, by any chance, available to have dinner with me tonight?” He hopes he got the inflection and expression just right, like he couldn’t give a shit, even though if she says no and he doesn’t get to peel off that skirt, he might just cry through the entire arraignment docket.

“I can probably do drinks, but dinner would be tough.”

“I see. You have another engagement.”

“No, I…” What Aly means is that she can probably keep her hands off of Peter Stone for the time it would take to have a drink, but knows herself to be entirely unequal to the task of behaving appropriately through a whole dinner. But that’s probably too much information at this point, especially in front of her young associate. “I meant that I had to reschedule some things to be here today, which means I have some catching up to do.”

Alyson actually has a dinner engagement with a potential new client, which she would be insane to miss. They’re a major retail chain just beginning to move into the online marketplace about five years after they should have. There is serious money to be made here, and quickly. But the dinner is small, the only guests being the owner, the Chairman of the Board, and the CEO, which means she has options. The weather has been unseasonably warm for fall, and the firm has a lovely boat for exactly this purpose. She’ll spend several thousand extra dollars this way, but Peter Stone would be worth it if she had to add an extra zero to that. Maybe two. She’d decide when she got his shirt off. In the meantime, she tells herself the first call she makes after the arraignment needs to be to her assistant, to get the dinner moved to later in the week, with the excuse that she thought her guests might like to take advantage of the lovely weather with a dinner cruise around Manhattan on the boat. Self-important business types eat that shit up. It’ll be fine. And she doesn’t give fuck one even if it isn’t.

“I’ll tell you what, Peter.” She likes the taste of his name on her tongue, and he can see that. “Let’s plan on drinks, and I’ll see if I can make dinner work. Let me know when and where.”

Peter nods as though she’s just agreed to do nothing more interesting than rotate the tires on his car. “I’ll see you in there,” he says, turning and entering the courtroom.

Stone doesn’t want to be meeting Alyson Sanders for drinks tonight. Oh, he does, heaven knows he does, but he also doesn’t. He’s done with women. After the hideous demise of his long-term relationship with Angelica, he has stuck to men. Women are just too … Well, they’re too everything. Absolutely not worth the trouble. He prefers women, if he had to choose, but lucky for him, no one is asking him to. Men are so much easier – the most they ask is that he buy them dinner first, and even that doesn’t happen much. Mostly they just want what he wants – a few laughs over drinks, a good fuck, and that’s it.

Which is why it’s kind of a step backward to have drinks with Alyson Sanders. Maybe she’ll turn out to be the rare woman who will just have sex with him and then leave him alone – which is very much all he wants from her. He’s going to run for the nearest hot guy if things start to go any differently with her. True, he wants her more than he’s wanted anyone in a very long time, but she is still a woman, after all, and therefore almost certain to annoy and frustrate him in the end. But he’s stuck now, he made the date himself, and his dick has been looking forward to it ever since. Peter does his dick’s bidding much more often than he wishes he did.

The arraignment is a snooze, as expected, except for the part where Alyson stands a few feet away from him. Judge Smithson, a woman of a certain age, insists on keeping her courtroom at a balmy sixty degrees in all seasons, and apparently Alyson finds that a bit chilly. Or at least her nipples do. Peter finds himself in the unenviable position of standing in front of a full courtroom trying to ignore the turmoil happening in his boxers. He’s had dreams like this. They were not good dreams.

He texts Alyson Sanders sometime in the early afternoon. Actually, he texts Alyson Sanders at precisely one in the afternoon on the dot, because that is the time he has decided will be early enough, but not so early that it looks like he’s eager.

Peter meets Alyson at Geraldo’s, where meets all his first dates. It’s small enough so they can hear each other talk, the bartenders know him and will send him an emergency text to get him out of a bad situation if he signals them, and it’s just around the corner from a fairly cheap parking garage for quick getaways. He’s early so that he can choose where they will sit. He chooses a small booth with room for only two people, one on each side of the table. It’s a good strategic first-date choice, for many reasons, not least of which is that he can sit forward and get close to his date, especially if it’s a guy with long legs, or he can sit back and put distance between them.

When Alyson breezes in, he notes that she waves to one of the bartenders. He is annoyed at her knowing the bartenders like he does, because he likes to be one up on everyone in all situations. His annoyance only lasts long enough for Alyson to slide into the booth across from him and announce that he’s chosen the bar well. Her firm has an account here, and since she and Peter are working on Palerisian’s criminal case together, drinks are on Palerisian tonight. He can’t help liking that Alyson Sanders has a bit of an edge to her. And he is struck anew by how beautiful she is. It’s not a conventional, fashion-model sort of beauty, exactly, although she certainly has that. What gets to Peter is a certain swagger and sass she has that are evident even when she is standing still, and a look in her eye as though she’s up for anything. Sassy women who are up for anything are Peter’s kryptonite, and he knows it.

“I’m a little surprised you’re so willing to piss off an important client,” he notes.

“I’ve been really fortunate,” she says sincerely. “I had some success early on, which allowed me to start my own firm fairly young, and we’ve worked really hard. These days, we’re blessed with a number of important clients and it lets me worry less about losing one. Not my partners, however, who act like we’re all going to be homeless anytime we lose a motion. It’s a good balance, actually. They keep my baser instincts in line, and I keep them from getting trampled by bully clients.”

“Sounds like a good partnership,” he says. She’s being modest. He’s done his research. Her firm bills eight figures annually, and it’s primarily because Alyson Sanders is a giant-killer. She’s won a number of huge cases, including several against the feds. She personally does less litigation now that she heads a team of over forty corporate and tax lawyers. She bills four figures an hour and still her firm has clients begging her to take them on. She’s also been very wise in her choice of partners, both of whom are as gifted as she is.

“It’s a very good partnership, as much as we bitch about each other.”

The waitress comes over with a cocktail for Alyson and asks whether Peter is ready for another. He says no. Drinking less than the other person is another way he likes to keep the upper hand.

“Your appetizers will be out very shortly,” the waitress says, deferential to Peter, but even more so to Alyson.

Alyson gives Peter a smile that he is unable to avoid returning. “Calamari, oysters on the half-shell, fried zucchini, and some more stuff I can’t remember. The appetizers here are great, and I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

Now Peter’s even more conflicted. On top of being seriously attractive, this woman is also an eater. Peter likes a woman with an appetite. Shit. This new development is good from his dick’s point of view (also his stomach’s – he’s hungry), but from a “not dating women anymore” perspective, it’s kind of a problem. He pushes the thought aside. It’s very, very early. She’ll say or do something to cool the attraction anytime now.

Alyson wonders whether they oysters were a bit much. They come with the platter she ordered, and it’s the one she always orders, but he doesn’t know that. And damn it, she wants to make a good impression. Not nearly as much as she wants to tear his clothes off and see if the raunchy fantasies that have plagued her all day match the reality, but still, she was very impressed by him in court and she’s done a little research. Peter Stone is one hell of a prosecutor. Well on his way to becoming District Attorney someday. Not that she’s particularly impressed by titles, but she is very impressed by talent. And he has it.

He can see that she is thinking about him, and if the glow under her skin is any indication, her thoughts are good ones. In no time, Peter is back to the level of arousal he was at this morning, only now there’s alcohol and opportunities. He leans forward to clink glasses with her. “To new acquaintances.”

Alyson toasts with him and takes a drink. When she’s done, she sits forward and takes off her suit jacket. It’s a fitted, tweedy suit with leather accents that is lovely, but she’s suddenly feeling warm. She seems to recall feeling a bit of a hot flash this morning when she saw Peter Stone, too, before entering the arctic chill of the courtroom. He smiles, mutters something about removing jackets being a good idea, then removes his, as well. There’s a hook for their jackets on the outside of their booth and Peter graciously hangs Alyson’s jacket up for her, along with his own. This gives her the opportunity to check out his body under the shirt, and suddenly she realizes removing their jackets is not going to be anywhere near enough. Her libido ratchets up several notches and she begins to think she doesn’t have the patience to be social. She wonders what he would do if she just straight-up propositioned him. She empties her glass at the same time he does.

A few minutes and a bit of superficial conversation later, the appetizers arrive and they order their second drinks. Peter’s leg makes contact with Alyson’s. He doesn’t move it. She grins and he doesn’t know whether it’s because of what he’s just said, or because their legs are touching. The way she eats oysters borders on obscene. He’s mesmerized. He thinks about trying to do it, but is certain he’ll end up with a red face and a dry-cleaning bill. She’s interested in him. She leans in and asks questions about what he’s telling her. She also laughs at his jokes, which always seems to inspire him. Even he thinks he’s being fairly witty. This is good. He’s definitely going to invite her back to his place and do all the things he’s been imagining, and he has no doubt she will accept, especially since there is some fairly intimate leg-pressing going on now. He’s hard, and he’s not alone; her blouse is giving him his second glimpse of her nipples today and holy crap he wants to rip that thin fabric off and just get to it. By the time the appetizers are worked over and their drinks about gone, Peter is feeling a very nice glow that is part bourbon, part lust. It’s a good combination, and it affects the risk/benefit calculations going on in his head about how to approach making a pass.

Alyson has imbibed two cocktails, and she drank them a little more quickly than she normally would, because Peter’s hazel green eyes and that little lisp are really getting to her. Since she met him about thirty-six hours ago, she’s been horny for him - sometimes more, sometimes less, but never not – and at this moment, she hits the limit of her ability to resist him. She makes a motion to the waitress across the bar and holds her glass out to Peter. There is one swallow left in the bottom. His is about the same.

“What are we drinking to?” He asks, very successfully trying to smolder.

“Elevators.”

“Really. Why elevators?”

“Because my apartment is at the top of this building, which means all that’s standing between us and my bed is an elevator.” Her grin is almost as lascivious as the way she eats oysters.

Peter clinks her glass and turns up the smolder. “To elevators, then. Sláinte.”

Shit. He likes women who make the first move, too. Especially when they’re that straightforward about it. He wonders how obvious it will be when he carries his jacket in front of his crotch. Maybe she will be lousy in bed. Not that he wants her to be lousy in bed, he just needs her to give him something to work with so that he can keep his usual distance. So far, she’s not been cooperating. The waitress brings a bill, Alyson signs it, and they scoot out from the booth. Peter would love to hold Alyson’s jacket for her to put it on, but he fears that, if he does, he’s going to make the 6 O’clock news. Or at least YouTube. Alyson notices what he’s hiding and she slides a hand down his chest, winking.

“Me, too,” she whispers. She is shaking. Shaking, she’s so hot for him.

Peter thinks he might have to pull the emergency button on the elevator. He knows he could come from a stray breeze right now, so he’s sure he can get off and think of a good story before the fire department arrives to rescue them. Besides, any male firefighters are going to take one look at Alyson and be completely on his side.

No such luck. Peter hadn’t thought about it, all he cared about was the bar, but this is a primarily residential building. So he and Alyson are sharing the elevator with an elderly Chinese woman with approximately seventeen shopping bags, along with two teenagers who are theoretically speaking English, although Peter has no earthly idea what they’re saying. There is also a young woman pushing a basset hound in a stroller. The basset hound needs a bath. It helps Peter regain a touch of his composure as they ride up.

Alyson’s apartment is one of three on the top floor. Peter’s a little humbled by the elegance and size of the space. The view is impressive, even for a life-long New Yorker like Peter. Peter has a great job, but working for the County of New York, he’s never going to make this kind of money no matter how high he rises. She gives him a few moments to look around, apparently used to this. When he turns from the wall of windows, she’s just sitting on the arm of a couch, waiting. She smiles at him.

“I know you get this all the time, but you are fucking gorgeous,” she says. While he’s been admiring her view, she’s been admiring his.

It’s the first F-bomb she’s dropped, and he’s delighted. “So here’s my dilemma,” he says, walking toward her in what he hopes is a measured way rather than running to her like the basset hound on the elevator, which is what he’s doing in his mind. “If I tell you how beautiful I think you are, it’s going to sound like I’m just returning the compliment.”

Her smile brightens as she gives just the hint of a giggle. “Well, you’ve had a bit of luck there,” she says, palming his crotch as he reaches her and she stands to meet him. “I believe this is what we in the law call ‘evidence’.”

Their first kiss is like most first kisses: awkward, not quite right, with imperfect aim and a little bit of nose mashing. But they’re experienced and they get better fast. Alyson is quickly all hands. Peter’s trying to kiss with some finesse, and she seems to really like what he’s doing judging by her breathing, but she’s touching and stroking and squeezing him everywhere at once. Something about that makes Peter feel very good. Well, sure, it feels good, but it also feeds his ego and lets him know he hasn’t been imagining the appraising looks she’s been giving him.

He tastes like bourbon, with a slight hint of the appetizers they’d shared. He’s delicious, but that’s no surprise. The surprise is just how thoroughly he’s kissing her. Firm, in control, the exact right amount of wetness, so far just the slightest tease of tongue… Oh, this guy can kiss.

He slides her jacket off her shoulders, trying to be careful but also trying to slow himself down. It’s not easy. He’s had a raging hard on for the last half hour, and she’s starting to make noises. Peter is aroused by the sounds his lovers make, letting him know they’re enjoying what he’s doing. Alyson pulls her arms quickly out of the jacket and starts on his tie. She loosens the knot only enough to slide it over his head, then tosses it onto the couch behind her. Their kisses get messy as she divides her attention between his mouth and his buttons, and when she thinks she has enough buttons undone, she just pushes his shirt up his chest.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, getting her first look at his bare torso. The beauty she expected is nothing to the reality. This man is a work of art. She’s not looking for love at this point, but damn, if she was, this chest would be a good place to start. She regrets skipping Pilates on Tuesday. Not that one class with Gunther would make her look like this; pretty much anyone is going to look soft and flabby next to this man. She cannot wait to see his ass.

She gives a frustrated grunt as she realizes she has forgotten the buttons on his sleeves, but together they fumble through that and he is finally, blessedly, shirtless. Kissing is forgotten for the moment. The look in her eyes has Peter pulling at her blouse now, but she’s not helping. She’s not resisting by any stretch, but she’s very busy feasting her eyes on the dirty dream of a man undressing her in her living room, and she’s preoccupied.

He gets her blouse off somehow, a little concerned that a couple of buttons may have been lost in the process, but she doesn’t seem to care so he certainly doesn’t. Besides, she’s begun to work on his belt and he doesn’t want to distract her. He strokes her shoulders and arms and closes his eyes while she starts running her face all over his chest. It couldn’t really be called kissing, because although there’s a lot of kissing involved, there’s also a lot of tasting and smelling and nuzzling. And appreciative noises.

Belt undone, Alyson takes a little longer to undo Peter’s slacks, but only because she’s distracted by his abs. She is going to run her tongue along them, but that will have to wait until after she gets him inside her because she is on fire and she could come just from looking at him. She hopes he doesn’t mind the artlessness with which she yanks his pants, socks, and shoes off.

Holy flying balls of shit his cock is gorgeous. Cocks are not, as a rule, particularly aesthetically pleasing appendages, but Alyson has just discovered that Peter Stone’s penis is as beautiful as the rest of his body. It’s perfect. It fits him; large and strong and hard and stunningly attractive. She’s mesmerized. Just as a few moments ago, she was distracted by his beautiful chest, and then his abs, now it’s his penis. She runs her hands along its length, awed, trying to find words to describe how well-shaped it is, with the exact right amount of veining, and a hot rosy pink color rather than the angry red some guys are, that she tries to ignore when she sees it. Can you compliment a man on his lovely penis?

She doesn’t get the chance, because suddenly he’s all over her skirt and it’s off before she really has time to drag her mind back from his cock. He makes the most wonderful noise – a gasp with a moan behind it – when he sees the lingerie and thigh-high stockings she purposely chose this morning in hopes he’d see them tonight. He doesn’t so much lay her down on the couch as throw her there. Fine by her. She would’ve jumped if he’d asked her to. She keeps her heels on.

He kneels next to the couch and suddenly, it’s him who is all hands and mouth, gliding his hands up her thighs and mouthing her breasts through the soft, satiny and barely functional bra designed for pretty much exactly that. She’s lost the ability to monitor or control the sounds she’s making. His huge hands have her entire attention, or at least the part that isn’t laser focused on his soft biting at her nipples through the slippery cups of her bra.

Peter kisses his way to the top of Alyson’s breasts so that he can flick his tongue under the cups. He wants to hear the noise she’ll make, and he isn’t disappointed. He hopes the hot drops rubbing from his cock onto her couch won’t be a problem – the couch is white. But he has much more important concerns at the moment, like whether to slide his fingers underneath the satin of her barely pink panties, or tease her through them first. He decides that the latter is the way to go, and at last touches her where he’s wanted to since the second he saw her the previous morning. The panties are soaked. Drenched. He can feel moistness on the inside of her thighs, even. Oh, this is good. Very, very good.

As soon as he touches her through the thin, wet fabric, she moans and begins to lift into his touch. She moves against his fingers, one hand splayed in his hair as he licks her nipples under her bra, and the other firmly grasping his ass. She knows she’s being selfish, but she’s beyond caring about anything but the way he is making her feel. It’s starting to drive her crazy that he won’t take her lingerie off. She wants him to touch her everywhere. Of course, he knows that and he’s doing this on purpose, the bastard. She tries to make a mental note to do it back to him, but her entire blood supply is shunted far away from her brain.

“Tell me when you’re close,” he says, looking into her eyes, pupils huge and lids heavy. “I’ll decide when to make you come.” He’s smiling evilly, and it is an absolutely outstanding look on him.

She can only moan and nod vaguely. He rewards her by slipping a finger under her panties and beginning to stroke the wet folds there.

“Oh, Peter, that feels so good, you’re so…” She slides her hand around from his buttock to grasp his pretty cock. “I want you…”

“Tell me.”

“I want you to tear my panties off and fuck me. Now.”

He smiles and mercifully slides a finger inside her. She arches her back and cries out, immediately beginning to rock into it. He leans over and begins to kiss her again, slowly and deeply, with a great deal of tongue, while he slides his finger in and out of her, enjoying her wanton, increasingly desperate response.

“More,” she begs.

She’s surprised – in a very good way – when he grants her request and slides another finger inside her and softly touches her clit with his thumb, coating her with her own moisture and rubbing lightly. She still has his cock in her hand, but her stroking is haphazard because she has too many sensations to focus on.

“Peter!” She cries. “Oh, fuck!”

“Don’t come,” he murmurs.

“I don’t– I can’t-“

He continues to use his fingers, allowing her to fuck herself on them and increasing his thrust slightly, but stops rubbing her clit with his thumb. Soon, his fingers slow.

“No…”_

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asks with just the hint of a smirk.

“Yes! Oh, yes, I want you.” Her breathlessness makes it hard to speak.

“Then sit up.”

She does. He somehow manages to be aggressive and gentle at the same time as he unclasps and pulls her pretty bra from her. He sits next to her on the couch, then pulls her up so that she is standing before him. She’s fairly dizzy with lust, and he keeps an eye on her as he pulls her panties quickly down and off, leaving her thigh-high stockings where they are. He reaches behind her to the floor where his pants are, and fumbles his wallet out of a pocket.

She stands naked but for her heels and the stockings while he pulls a condom from his wallet. She takes it from him and knees down between his knees, tearing the packet with her teeth. There is a lot of eye contact. There is a lot of smiling. She leans in and takes him in her mouth for a moment, holding the condom between her fingers. She nearly loses her concentration when she begins to taste and feel that beautiful penis between her lips, but she is too desperate for release, and so is he.

“Put it on,” he groans between gritted teeth. She does, stroking him and kissing the insides of his thighs.

He immediately pulls her up, guiding her onto his lap until she is straddling him, on her knees. With his hands on her hips, both of them watching what she is doing, she takes his cock into her hand and guides him to her entrance, then pushes roughly down on him. Both of them cry out with pleasure, Peter’s cry a series of curse words Alyson hasn’t heard in that particular order before.

Her arms naturally encircle his neck and shoulders, and she begins to kiss him as though she’s missed him. His lips, the way he moves his mouth on hers, could easily become… Well, this is about sex. She refocuses, which isn’t hard because she is very, very close.

“Peter, you’re going to make me come…”

“Now, Aly. Come now.” He puts a hand on her backside and rolls his hips into her. On her knees, she can move her pelvis against him, and his pretty cock is about as much as she can take, so within the next several thrusts, she begins to feel the inevitable wave of pleasure start to roll through her, from somewhere deep inside, gaining momentum as it makes its way toward the surface. She pulls away from his lips and throws her head back, her groans almost grunts as she explodes, grinding against him and rolling her hips.

He watches her face, her flushed chest, her breasts bouncing lightly with her movements. This is a woman who knows how to ride an orgasm. And she looks like a fucking goddess doing it. So good, in fact, that he is already coming before he really realizes it. Soon he is lost to himself, jutting his hips into her and shouting.

It takes a very long time to come down for both of them. They’re gasping for breath. She needs to get off of him so he can remove the condom, but damn she doesn’t want to. Eventually, however, she resigns herself and lifts herself off of his lap. She stretches and arches her back while he goes into the powder room.

Alyson looks around. There are clothes in a wide semicircle around the couch. It’s kind of fabulous, actually, like a modern art piece. Peter catches his face in the mirror of the powder room. He looks fucked out. He is fucked out.

But Alyson is not done with Peter Stone. Oh, hell, no. When he saunters back into the room – he usually struts, and he does it very, very well, but apparently post-coitally, he saunters – she takes his hand and leads him into her bedroom. He makes no comment or protest as she yanks the covers down and climbs in, holding her arms out to him.

Post-sex cuddling with Peter Stone could cure cancer, bring about world peace and end famine. Alyson is sure of it. Nothing could possibly be wrong in life when this gloriously handsome male sprawled naked in your bed and put his powerful, sturdy arms around you. Actually, she realizes, this is not post-sex cuddling, but intra-sex cuddling, because Alyson plans to have Peter at least twice more before she lets him out of her apartment. It’s time to do that ab licking she’d planned earlier, so Alyson begins lazily stroking Peter’s chest.

Peter is fairly hormone-muddled at the moment, but he realizes that this is an extraordinarily comfortable bed. He also realizes that Alyson has not turned out to be lousy in bed – or on the couch, as the case may be – so he is going to have to find something else to dislike about her. But right now, she is worshiping his body, which he kind of can’t dislike, so he’ll have to think about that tomorrow. Or the next day.

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This Life Chapter 5

Title: This Life Chapter 5

Summary: Dean Winchester is the Vice President of the motorcycle club The Hunters. After almost 7 years in prison, he's free. But things have changed and Dean has to figure out how to put things back together.

Warnings: Language mainly

AN: You wanna know who the best beta is? @callme-kaz2y5-baby! And the song for this chapter is Midnight Rider by The Allman Brothers.

“I can’t believe they shot my fucking bike!” Dean called out the next morning. Caleb laughed and helped him examine the damage. “I mean, does no one have any morals anymore?”

“Says the guy who got busted running coke.” Caleb pointed out. “Plus, would you have rather they shot you?”

“Yes.” Dean said. “My bike and my baby are off limits. Pieces of shit.” He started working on banging out the dents and fixing the holes. Caleb shook his head and headed into the garage. Benny was walking in then.

“Where’ve you been?” Caleb asked.

“I had to go home and shower and drop some good shit off for the prospect.” Benny explained. Caleb nodded.

“Where did you get it?” He asked. Benny laughed some.

“Well, I know a nurse that doesn’t require much to put her in a giving mood. Hence the shower.” Benny laughed. Caleb shuddered.

“Remind me not to ask you questions ever again.” Caleb flopped into a chair that was in the corner and put his feet up on one of the tables. Cas looked up at him.

“Why aren’t you helping on this damn Ford?” He asked. Caleb closed his eyes and leaned back.

“I’m supervising.” He said. Benny rolled his eyes and made his way out to where Dean was working on his bike. The damage wasn’t too bad, mainly cosmetic, but Dean was determined to make sure every part was working. And he wanted to get on the road to California as soon as he could.

“Want a hand?” Benny asked.

“Hand me that wrench.” Dean told him. Benny handed Dean the wrench and watch as he got to work.

“So, when are you heading to California?” Benny asked. Dean froze and looked up at him. “I know you Dean. You threatened a group of fifteen year olds for looking at Sam the wrong way. If he’s missing, you’re not going to sit by and wait for him to show up.”

“I want to get on the road by the end of the week.” Dean said. “I was hoping to leave sooner, but that fucking driveby…”

“Well, I’m going with you.” Benny said. Dean was about to protest, but Benny shook his head. “There’s a chance that Sam was taken by another club. If they’re trying to send us a message, going alone is suicide.”

“But he’s my brother. I should handle this.” Dean said.

“I watched that kid grow up too.” Benny retorted. “You seem to forget that I was over at your house quite a bit. We both took Sam fishing for the first time, and to an amusement park, and…”

“Ok, ok. I get it.” Dean said. “We gotta clear this with the club.”

“You were just gonna leave in the middle of the night with a note on your pillow.” Benny pointed out. Dean opened his mouth but closed it. Benny was right. That’s exactly what he was going to do. Dean just turned his attention back to his bike. “I don’t think it’s good to go to Palo Alto though.”

“I need to find Sam.” Dean growled, clenching his teeth.

“That’s not what I meant.” Benny said, raising his hands. “I meant, Jim and Caleb tore that place apart and didn’t find him. And there’s that new club showing up in the L.A. region according to what Bobby said. Maybe we should head for the south and do our snooping. If we don’t find anything, we’ll ride up the coast if you want and see if we find anything then.”

“When did you become so mindful of things?” Dean joked. Benny just offered a small smile.

“I had a life changing experience while you were gone.” Benny lifted up his work shirt to show a patchwork of scars.

“Holy shit. What the fuck happened?” Dean asked. Benny let his shirt drop.

“Got hit by a drunk.” He explained. “I had just dropped my bike off here and was in the truck, since I had something I needed to pick up. If I would’ve waited five more minutes to drop my bike off, I might not even be here right now.”

“Damn.” Dean said. “I miss all the good stuff while I’m in prison, huh?” He smirked at Benny, who rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, you do.” He laughed. Garth came out there.

“Bobby wants to see us.” Dean tossed the wrench back onto the toolbox and wiped his hands on his jeans, grease smearing. The three made their way to the meeting room, where Jim, Caleb, and Cas were already waiting with Bobby.

“What’s up?” Dean asked, settling into his seat to the right of Bobby.

“Ash was able to get us a little more information, but not much.” Bobby explained. “Thought I should share it with you guys.” He picked up the piece of paper he had used to write everything down as Ash told him stuff. “So, it looks like they are based more outside of Bakersfield than LA, but they run that territory between the two. Their leader goes by Bert Aframian, Edgar Casey, Michael Constance…” Bobby sighed. “Guy doesn’t give a straight name to anyone.”

“You said Bakersfield?” Dean asked. Bobby nodded. “Benny and I want to head out that way.”

“And why the hell would you do that?” Bobby asked. “Haven’t you been listening to anything?”

“Sammy is out there somewhere. And if this new club sent one of their guys to scare off ours, I bet they damn well know where he is. And I’m not just going to sit here with my thumb up my ass while I wait for Sam’s body to be found wrapped in a tarp in the Hollywood Hills.” Dean said. Bobby sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You Winchester’s are so mule headed it’s not even funny.” He groaned. “Fine. You two go. But stay in contact as much as you can. You’re going to have to pass through Horsemen territory.”

“And we can’t just dip down into Mexico to go around Arizona. We each are sporting a criminal record. I don’t think the border guards would go for that.” Benny added. “And it would be too out of the way to go around Arizona.”

“We’ll be ready.” Dean said. “I might be a felon, but no one is stopping me from packing.”

“Just don’t get pulled over with a gun on you.” Cas said. “Either of you.”

“I think we know how to handle this.” Dean said. Cas shrugged.

“I mean, you did just spend seven years in prison because you got pulled over by a cop.” Cas told him. Dean sighed.

“In Dean’s defense, it wasn’t a familiar territory and that cop I’m pretty sure was on someone else’s payroll.” Garth said. “From what I heard, they knew exactly where to look for the coke.” Garth was the type of guy who had connections almost anywhere. His dad was a Texas Ranger long ago, and Garth inherited his contacts when his dad died.

“You two just be careful.” Bobby said. “And maybe while you’re out there, see if you can drum up a little business?”

“Just no more rival clubs.” Cas added. “We’ve got enough dealing with the fucking Horsemen.”

“And when you find Sam, if he’s perfectly okay, kick his ass for making me worry.” Jim said, laughing. “I can’t afford anymore grey hair.”

“Oh trust me, if that kid isn’t bound and bleeding to death, he is getting his ass beat.” Dean assured them. “Gotta fix up the bike and get my bags ready.”

“Why not just take the Impala?” Cas asked. Caleb laughed.

“Baby is fast, but when dealing with the Horsemen, you gotta be faster than she can go.” Caleb told them, getting a nod from Dean. “Need some help kiddo? I love working on the bikes.”

“Yeah sure.” Dean said. “The faster I can get her fixed, the faster I can get out there.”

“Are we dismissed?” Caleb asked, looking over to Bobby with a shit eating grin. Bobby rolled his eyes and hit the gavel on the table.

“Meeting over.” He said. The boys all jumped up and headed out to the garage. There were a couple cars that still needed fixed, but Dean and Caleb focused their attention on Dean’s bike. Bobby went into the office and took a seat by Ellen.

“He’s going to try to find Sam, isn’t he?” She asked.

“Yep.” Bobby said.

“And what if Sam’s dead?” She asked. Bobby closed his eyes. He didn’t want to think about that sweet little boy dead in some club’s basement.

“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it.” Bobby said. “I don’t think Dean will be this sane if he loses his brother too. Mary and John, he could handle. But losing Sam…” He looked out at Dean, who was talking to Caleb about who knew what. “Sam is Dean’s world.”

“Believe me, I know.” Bobby said. “How many times did Dean get detention for defending Sam?”

“More than I can count.” Ellen laughed. “I just hope that he finds him safe and sound. Because lord help the world if he is not.”

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shabbydoll · 6 years ago

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Year in Review

a picture of you taken this year

Yep, seems to be me.

talk about movies this year

Despite a lot of great horror films coming out this year, I think my favorite film was First Reformed. As a film about climate change, I wish it would’ve gotten more attention, but it managed to make quite a dent critically, I suppose. Loved Mid90s as well. And, although I found Hereditary overrated, in terms of film making I think it was absolutely outstanding.

talk about television this year

The Handmaid’s Tale was my favorite show, despite it being incredibly difficult to watch (I don’t think I’ve ever shielded my eyes from a TV show more). Like First Reformed, even if you don’t dig it, it’s probably in the upper echelon of important *entertainment* (if either could be called that). Better Call Saul was great as always. And A Very English Scandal was the best (but how could something that had a significant amount of Ben Whishaw playing with dogs not be?!).

talk about books this year

By far, my favorite book that I read was Things We Lost in the Fire by Mariana Enriquez (please check it out, especially if you’re a Manics or horror fan!). Still can’t believe someone wrote something that combined 96% of my interests in such a mesmerizing way. The David Lynch / Kristine McKenna book Room to Dream was wildly entertaining and inspiring, and contained some of the best ever out of context Lynchisms.

talk about food this year

James is still a vegan. I guess I’m edging closer to it but it’s so expensive to be one when you work on the Upper East Side.

talk about music this year

See my post here.

talk about art this year

I’ve been meaning to see the Hilma af Klint exhibit at the Guggenheim but haven’t had the chance to check it out yet. There is currently an exhibit on jewelry where I work, and I’ve been to that twice and counting so far.

something that made you proud this year

Getting my Bowie + art history article published to my job’s blog was pretty special. I had to make some compromises in terms of images used, but in the end it still managed to be one of the most read posts in the history of the blog. Playing three 90-min. sets for three nights in October was pretty cool, too.

something that made you laugh this year

This is sort of hard to explain, but we had just played a gig at a bar and one of our friends who came was very drunk. We were hanging out after and he noticed a box of pizza on a table. He crept over, opened the box, saw there was pizza remaining, and looked at me with the most ridiculous “wow!” expression ever. Then he made sure nobody was looking and stole a slice. It was pretty ridiculous but I was laughing about it for days after for some reason.

something that made you sad this year

Among other things, how badly the city handled transportation in the wake of a semi-surprise storm a few months back (special needs kids being stuck in a stalled bus overnight is particularly upsetting to think about). From a personal standpoint, I was really depressed for months because of having depression / band stuff / being called out at work for being depressed (!) and that sucked.

something that made you happy this year

Getting to go to London with James -it was his first time and being there with him was so surreal. Meeting Brett Anderson was very exciting and made me very, um, giddy, although overall I think that went pretty badly. Got a great pic with him, though.

your favorite photo this year

Uhhh, speaking of:

This one of James and me in my favorite place (the Last Tuesday Society) is pretty nice as well and very special:

what you learned this year

Playing gigs while depressed is not very fun at all.

travel you did this year

Went to LA for a second time and it was just as magical as the first. London with James which, again, was extremely special and surreal.

Something which caught your interest this year

I did a lot of tracking of blogs / research on writers because I do a lot of PR for the band. So, I guess, being more conscious of and taking a greater interest in the *good* writers and blogs out there.

talk about politics or current events this year

Still disgusting. I’m happy for Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, though.

3 goals for next year

To play some gigs in other states. To be more ambitious in getting things sorted for the band in general. To keep in touch with / be more tolerant of my family.

talk about things you are excited for next year.

Going away a lot. Finally seeing that Hilma af Klint exhibit referred to previously.

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xhwabyulx · 2 years ago

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I don’t cheer for the Avs but watching them celebrate their win is hilarious because the cup was dropped when they were sober at least once but now they’re drunk af and it has a completely dented bottom and the keeper of the cup is so done with them

#saying things into the void

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bloojayoolie · 7 years ago

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