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galamalion · 9 months

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˚ ୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ first date (ii)

⤷ ⋆ * ˖ ౨ৎ ⋆ summary﹕what do you do on your first date?

⋆ * ˖ ⋆ notes﹕hello!! hoping to crank another one out for the marines in a few days. until then enjoy your classy warlords! [link to first]

⤷ ⋆ * ˖ ౨ৎ ⋆ pairing﹕seven warlords x gn!reader

⤷ ⋆ * ˖ ౨ৎ ⋆ mihawk﹕

mihawk prefers the finer things in life, but he also values solitude, so he’d settle for having a home-cooked meal with you

he’s fine with doing most of the cooking but doesn’t mind if you want to help

each dish is prepared with love (and home-grown fresh ingredients picked directly from his monkey-run garden…)

the dinner itself is fantastic, he brings out the nice plates and even opens a bottle of his favorite vintage champagne (did that tag say ฿5,000,000?)

he makes pleasant conversation with you, asking about your hobbies, interests, anything to know you better

after the dinner, mihawk offers you to walk around his vast estate, watching the sunset on the island with him

he’ll propose that you stay on the island for tonight, showing you to an extravagant room, but he is happy to escort you back to your own home if you choose

⤷ ⋆ * ˖ ౨ৎ ⋆ crocodile﹕

crocodile takes you to a lavish restaurant in arabasta (one that he owns, he’s had this planned for about a week)

the service is exquisite, if you want something all you have to do is tell crocodile and he’ll snap his fingers and ta-da! Instant assistance!

sometimes you think you see crocodile subtly threatening the workers, but he plays it off as friendly banter between boss and subordinate

he asks about your interests, taking note of your likes and dislikes in order to buy you the perfect overpriced gifts

every so often he’ll sneak in a flirtatious remark, flashing you a smirk (and was that a wink?)

once you finish your meals he’ll escort you out in perfect gentlemanly fashion, taking your arm and guiding you down the steps

afterwards he’ll offer to show you around arabasta, showing you the hottest tourist locations (skipping every line because he is the crocodile) if you choose to accompany him

⤷ ⋆ * ˖ ౨ৎ ⋆ boa hancock﹕

hancock proposes a relaxing gondola ride, except instead of a person rowing the boat it’s salome tugging it

she packs every dish and meal imaginable: breakfast, lunch, dinner, even dessert

for a while she’ll try to hand feed you, insisting that you don’t lift a finger on this peaceful boat ride

the ride is mostly quiet, except for the occasional sea king who interrupts the ride (and boa immediately turns to stone)

she’ll slowly snake her hand behind your shoulders, her face getting redder the further she gets

sometimes she’ll sneak a kiss in, never daring to go past your forehead (her heart might explode)

when you return to the island she’ll ask if you just want to cuddle, wanting to spend the rest of the day alone with you

⤷ ⋆ * ˖ ౨ৎ ⋆ doflamingo﹕

doflamingo obviously takes you to the classiest venue money could buy: a casino

chances are he probably owns the place, which explains why he’s dropping so much money on the slots (which he keeps winning somehow)

he calls you his ‘good luck charm,’ having you sit on his lap as he plays cards at the high-stakes table

if you ask nicely, he’ll probably let you wear his pink coat which you find out is incredibly soft and probably made with real flamingo feathers

he pulls you closer when the game becomes more intense, whispering flirty comments into your ear while he intimidates the competition

doffy gives you all of his winnings (he’s rich, why would he need all this spare change?)

he’ll take you shopping after with your recently earned money, letting you sit on his towering shoulders as you stroll through the streets of dressrosa

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evan4ever · 1 year

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Vegas, baby

Evan Peters

Warnings: unprotected sex, handjob, fingering, pregnancy, one night stand, mention of divorce. I think that’s it?

Summary: your one night stand in Vegas turns into something more and you’re left with the hard truth when you realize there’s no other way to go about it.

Your back instantly slammed against the wall as you both entered the hotel room, him closing the door behind him only to turn and grab your hips and pull you from the wall back to him, reconnecting your guys lips. He was quick to pushing you back against the wall and holding you there with his own body against yours, his hands roaming your body before grabbing the bottom of your short black dress and pulling it up and over your head leaving you in your perfectly chosen lingerie. You were planning on hooking up with someone tonight but you had no idea it would be the man whose hands were all over your body in your hotel room at this very moment.

You had just finalized a divorce, and to celebrate leaving the 8 year relationship, you were partying in Vegas with a few friends. You wore the shortest, most revealing outfit you could find and had been gambling with said friends at one of the large, people filled casinos. You had gotten a few glances and a couple men to approach you, but none of whom you were all that attracted to and not to mention any you felt safe sleeping with.

Did you feel like a whore? Yup. Did you care? Not in the slightest. You figured you had paid your dues trying to make the failing relationship last and deserved a little fun now. You felt sexy, you wanted to have a good time, but with who? Definitely didn’t think it would be thee Evan Peters. But somehow the world just worked out in your favor. You were a fan, but when he came up to you at the Black Jack table with literally your favorite drink even though you had never talked to the man, something screamed this is it. This is who you wanted to hook up with. And no, it wasn’t because he was famous. It wasn’t because he had money and has all the girls swooning over him. No. It was because he was kind to you, interested in you while ignoring everyone else. Made the effort to impress you and make you laugh. Maybe he just wanted a one night stand too, and if that’s all you were to him — even better. No strings attached. You didn’t care. He was attractive, he was funny, and you could give a shit less that he was a celebrity. It didn’t even come up. You guys slowly got more and more drunk together, more intertwined together, eventually ending up on one of the dance floors where he allowed you to dance and grind on him while your friends did the same with the men they had found. Evan was in pure ecstasy with you, watching the way you moved on him and around him. So effortlessly. He just wanted you.

And so here you guys were. 4 in the morning back in your hotel room at The Flamingo doing exactly what you both wanted the whole night. You quickly grabbed his shirt and he helped you pull it over his head while you let your hands reach for his belt buckle, undoing it swiftly and pulling his pants down. He stepped out of them and immediately grabbed your thighs, squeezing them almost harshly and lifting you up with ease. Your arms hooked around his neck, wrapping your legs around his torso and holding him to you tightly while your hands roamed through his dark, long hair. His lips trailed kisses down from your ear to your collar bone where he would bite the sensitive skin hard, quickly letting his tongue skin over the now darkening sensitive spot. Your eyes fluttered shut as he worked his way to the other collar bone to leave more marks. You weren’t his and he wasn’t yours but tonight you both were surely going to act like it.

Finally after leaving more than enough marks on your olive colored skin, he pulls you from the wall and with ease, carries you over and lays you down on the large king sized bed, hovering over you. You waste no time in pulling his face back down to your in another heavy make out, you biting down on his lips earning you a desperate, deep moan from him. He took it as a challenge, allowing his hands to trace down your skin where he’d begin rubbing perfect circles over your clothed clit, your back arching at the sudden new sensation. It was right where he wanted you but fuck, you wanted more. You bucked your hips into his hand which only made him grab your entire heat hard, you letting out a gasp and clinging to him.

“You’re sure this is okay? Are you sure you want this?” The simple fact that he was not only doubling checking but triple checking that you wanted this, showing you just how respectful he was, made you want him even more. You nodded quickly, your hands taking ahold of either side of his face so you could look at each other perfectly.

“I want this. I want you.” You confirmed, never breaking eye contact with him. He only nodded, dipping his head back down to yours and placing a much more gentle kiss to your lips. It lasted only a moment before his hands began working on you again. You reached down and hooked your fingers inside your lace panties, attempting to pull them off and he was quick to help you remove them, tossing them off to the side. You took the chance to grab ahold of his obvious erection, letting your hands work on him now while watching his face, wanting to see exactly what you do to him. He let our low moans and multiple profanities at just the sight of your beautiful hand wrapped around his still clothed dick, finally removing his own boxers. You quickly wrapped your hand back around him and slid it up and down a few times, your thumb playing with the precum that was already dripping from his tip. He was so sensitive, his body jolting a few times before he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed your hand from his dick and used the advantage he had to pull you up more and allowing him to place himself between your legs. He grabbed his dick and placed it against your pussy and groaned at the feeling.

“You’re already so fucking wet for me,” he’d groan out as he moved his dick between your folds with ease. Your own beautiful moans would fill his ears, nearly unable to control himself from slamming into you right then and there. But he wanted to give you the time you needed, to make sure you were completely ready. He pulled his dick away and once again dropped his hand down and slowly entered a finger into you causing you both to moan in unison. “God you’re so fucking hot.” He stated, then entering another finger and allowing them to pump in and out of you, earning him more desperate moans from you.

After some time, he pulled his fingers out which only caused you to whine out but his lips attaching to yours in a deep, tongue filled kiss quickly shut you up. He positioned himself at your entrance and with his mouth still on yours, he slid his cock inside of you. You both moaned into the others mouth and you gripped his shoulders tightly while feeling him grip your hips in his large hands, squeezing and kneading them while he began fucking you. It started out slow and gentle but as soon as he knew you were okay and could tell you wanted more, he sped up and got rougher with each thrust.

He would pull away from your lips finally and place his head in the crook of your neck, the feeling of your nails scratching down his bare back only making him want to fuck you harder. You were a moaning mess, you didn’t even try to control how loud you were. It was Vegas. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

“Fuck, Evan,” you whined, bucking your hips into him again trying to feel as much of him as you could. This sex was already like no sex you’ve had before. You wanted to see his full potential. You wanted him to use you in every way he wanted. And as if he read your mind, he grabbed you and in one quick and swift motion he flipped you around so you were now in doggy style. He pushed your back down so your head was against the pillows and your ass in the air giving him the perfect view. Another deep groan left his throat at the sight, his hands grabbing your ass and squeezing hard before he began thrusting into you again at the same pace he was before, only now it allowed him even deeper in you. You practically screamed out in the pleasure the new position gave you, your hands gripping ahold of the sheets tightly while you pushed yourself back into him. He groaned at your movement, holding your waist into him before grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your body up crisp against his. He took the chance to remove your bra and wasted no time and grabbing your tits, his lips connecting to your neck again. Being able to hold you in place, he once again started fucking you and you both knew this was it. This was the position you both needed and yearned for to get that perfect ecstasy high when you’d both finally orgasm. It didn’t take long. Only a few more thrusts and you both reached your peak, his cum spilling inside of you while he held you against him and you cumming at his release. One of his hands reached down to run your clit again to help you ride yours out, his name leaving your mouth in squeaks while you squirmed against him, though he had no trouble holding you in place.

Finally, as you both came down from your shared highs, his hands loosened their hold on you and gently helped you lower yourself onto the bed where he’d collapse next to you. Your breaths were heavy and the room was now silent. You let your head fall to the side so you could see him and to your surprise, his eyes were already on yours. You shared a smile, then a laugh. The rest of the night was filled with your voices talking amongst each other, talking about your lives and what led you to where you both were. It was perfect, honestly, but you knew it wasn’t going to last. It was a one night stand for a reason and it was far too soon for you to get involved and he had too much on his plate to try to balance a new relationship. Sadly, it was going to come to and end.

And it did.

Until now.

You sat on the edge of your bathtub staring down at the test in your hand. It was positive.

All you could think was what the fuck were you supposed to do now? It has been 2 months since you slept with Evan. And it’s been 2 months since you last spoke to him that morning after. You guys had agreed to not share numbers or any form of contact considering you both only wanted some fun. That’s all it was supposed to be. And now here you were, pregnant with his child and with absolutely no way to contact him.

What we’re you supposed to do? If you didn’t tell him, it wasn’t fair. But he was a famous, popular celebrity who didn’t have Instagram and even if he did, what would make you any different than the rest of the hundreds of thousands of people who’d be messaging him. You didn’t even tell him your last name. He’d have no way of knowing that you weren’t messaging him as a fan, but as the woman he had a one night stand with in Vegas that was now carrying his child. You were quite literally at a complete loss. Do you just raise the child without him? Never letting anyone know who the child belongs to, including him? What we’re the odds you’d ever see each other again and even get the chance to tell him? Low, you figured. So that’s it, you thought. You had to raise this child alone, only you knowing the secret behind it.

You were going to have Evan Peters baby and as fucked as it was, he’d never even know. I guess that’s life.

So you thought.

a/n: okay this isn’t proofread so ignore any mistakes. but i’ve has this fic in my head for so long i had to write it. soooo let me know if i should continue and make it into a series or something? 🫶🏻

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infestedguest · 10 months

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A favorite Benny Gecko headcanon of mine is that before House “civilized” the Chairmen/Boot Riders his name was literally just Gecko.

The name Benny is a double reference to both the most powerful trump card in the card game Euchre, and to Benjamin “Bugsy” Siegel, the real life mobster who owned the Flamingo Hotel and Casino and who drove a lot of the development of the Las Vegas Strip in the 1940s. Benny’s entire brand is pretty clearly influenced by Bugsy Siegel, both out of universe by the devs as well as in universe by House and possibly Benny himself, especially considering the buffalo plaid suit. (Bugsy Siegel almost definitely also existed in the Fallout universe and played a similar role as he did irl because the Fallout timeline branches off from ours in 1945, only two years before he was assassinated).

It’d be one hell of a coincidence if that was the name he had as a tribal, and since we know that House’s reinvention of the strip families was specifically in the image of the old world, it only makes sense that that would include names. Swank probably wasn’t called Swank before the Boot Riders became the Chairmen either (I mean, his name is literally Swank).

Gecko doesn’t seem like a particularly unusual name for a tribal to have. It’s the name of a fairly common hostile creature in the Mojave Wasteland that the Boot Riders probably encountered regularly. Geckos were likely at least associated with combat or ferocity in their culture, which given Benny’s description of them when you talk to him at the fort were probably traits that the Boot Riders valued. Thus it isn’t that hard to believe that a Boot Rider would name their kid Gecko. Alternatively he may have earned the name after some kind of encounter involving one or more Geckos, if earning names was a thing in their culture a la the Khans.

We can assume that the usage of Gecko as a sort of surname for Benny could’ve been started by other members of the Chairmen while they were still getting used to the name transition. Like, imagine every single person you know suddenly has a completely different name. Informally tagging a person’s Boot Rider name onto the end of their Chairman name could’ve been a way to prevent confusion in the early days of them being Chairmen. (The implication of this subheadcanon being that every Chairman has a “surname” like this, which I personally think is really cool). People outside of the Chairmen probably just assumed those were their full names, so now they basically are, at least in the public consciousness of the city.

Another possible contributing factor to it’s usage as a surname is the general usage of surnames by other groups the Chairmen interact or associate with, especially the NCR. If House didn’t give the Chairmen last names, or if last names just weren’t a thing for the Boot Riders, it doesn’t seem unreasonable for them to just put their Boot Rider name as their last name when signing paperwork or whatever, or whenever else other people expect them to have one, especially if my subheadcanon from the last paragraph is true and they were already kind of using them that way anyway. Also I like to think there were at least a few Chairmen who, when asked what their last name was, assumed the asker meant the last name that they had.

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