Just Robby (and Jack) spending their shared day off together out and about, running errands, visiting coffee shops, popping into a used book shop here and there...
(Side note: if you guys have any Rabbot prompts for illustrations, feel free to drop an ask. No guarantees - but I'm always open to ideas :) )
Premise: Shawnstown is an AU universe, where different Shawn Hatosy characters have found a home over the years for different reasons within their journeys. This is not in line with any of the current ongoing storylines for these characters.
Learn More Here
Summary: Things get hot and heavy between Charlie and Scotty in the office at the distillery.
Companion piece to:
Chapter One: Dead Man Walking - Every Thursday night at 9pm Charlie receives a phone all from the man who tried to kill him.
Chapter Two: The Prohibition Era - Charlie didn’t get the memo about prohibition night…
Charlie hasn’t worn a bowtie since the night he found out about Clayton. He’d been attending a charity event, raising funds for the Arts when Victoria had strode into the venue on the arm of her husband, the one Charlie had never known even existed. He’d stood there like an idiot, shaking the hand of a man who had no idea that Charlie had spent the best part of the last year fucking his wife.
It’s the soft rap on the door that draws his attention away from his thoughts and back to Scotty’s office. It used to be all dark wood and navy blue walls when her father was running the place. Now the moody, masculine aesthetic has been transformed into a seventies bohemian haven.
The solid oak furniture was been torn out and sold off to cover a portion of the debt he’d saddled the family with after he disappeared. It’s been replaced by a sleek white desk with an ash wood top finish created by Pope from his offcuts.
The well cushioned, low back office chair has been reupholstered by Scotty in burnt orange adding a pop of colour to the room. The now white walls are decorated with a mixture of rattan circles and cream geometric macrame that Ani, her niece had spent hours making in craft class.
Soft pampas grass and dried autumnal flowers plume from a white bust of a girl with gold cat ears blowing bubble gum. It resides on the shelf above the dusky pink, cord beanbag where Ani likes to sit and read her Heartstopper books while Scotty works.
A sheepskin rug has been thrown over the pale laminate because Scotty prefers to take her shoes off when she’s not in the bar and hates the feel of the cold floor through her vibrant coloured socks.
The door opens and Charlie straightens his spine, catching a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the gold chapel mirror that hangs alongside it. He looks like an extra from the set of Peaky Blinders, the suspenders flexing across his muscular chest, irritating the scar over his heart.
Scotty enters the room, her heels clicking on the laminate as she closes the door behind her, leaning against it. The way she looks at him with those honied eyes of hers… it’s like she wants to tear his clothes off and fuck him right there on the sheepskin rug.
“I gotta admit, this is doing a little something for me.” She says gesturing to the outfit before she pushes off the door. She strides towards him the dress sashaying with every step. “I can’t tell if it’s because I haven’t fucked in a while or if you’ve unlocked some new kink.”
She pauses in front of him, her fingertips trailing along the bowtie that hangs loose around his throat before she crosses one end over the other. The heat from her skin sears through his nerve endings, making it feel like there’s electric under his skin.
“How long has it been?” He finds himself asking, his voice rough as his gaze fixates on that sexy red pout. His dick stirs to life in the confines of his trousers as he imagines her on her knees, that naughty little mouth of hers leaving crimson stains along his cock.
“Over a year.” She tells him, her brow creasing in concentration as she threads the long part through the noose pulling it taut against his throat. “There’s not a lot options in this town and I barely have any time to myself between running the distillery and chasing after Annika.”
“You miss having a partner.” Charlie says knowingly as she makes the short piece into a bowtie shape at the base of his throat, before picking up the long side, bringing it over the middle and tucking it through the loop.
“A partner would be nice but honestly I miss being able to blow off steam, do something a little crazy like swimming naked in the lake or fucking in the back of a patrol car."
Charlie swallows back a choke, his Adam’s apple bobbing against the collar of his shirt as Scotty uses her fingers to push the fabric of the bowtie through the barely there gap in the centre. His dick is leaking now, he can feel the pre-cum smearing across the tip within his underwear.
“Does that surprise you that I’m into shit like that?” She asks him as she grasps both sides of the bow straightening it. She studies it intently before her gaze flickers up, ensnaring his own. “That I might like cuffs and crops?”
“No.” He says, his palms grasping her hips, drawing her closer. Her dress rustles against his clothing and he can feel her right there, his dick pressing against her core. “I see that wildness in you Scotty. I’ve always wondered what it would take to bring it out.”
“The right man I suppose.” She responds, her fingers hooking underneath the suspenders stroking along his chest, his ribs, his abdomen as she teases along the length of them. “One that knows exactly what he’s doing with a woman.”
“Emery...” Charlie whispers, his nose chasing along hers until he finds her mouth, so tempting, so perilously in reach. “The things I’ve fantasied about doing to you they’re enough to make the devil blush.”
“Forget the devil.” She murmurs, her lips barely caressing his as she speaks. He can taste her lipstick, the light waxy tang on his tongue as she shifts against him, making his breath hitch. “Why don’t you whisper them to me… Or better yet why don’t you show me?”
His mouth captures hers and that fire erupts inside of him, burning him alive from the inside out. His hands plunge into her hair, gripping the relentless curls in his fists and she arches up against him, nipping at his lower lip. The sudden burst of pain awakens something in him, something wild, something fierce. He shoves the paperwork off her desk, turning her towards it so her ass comes to rest on the edge. Her thighs part, giving him just the tiniest glimpse of heaven before the buzzer chimes signalling the arrival of their guests.
“Leave it.” He mutters, his palms squeezing her thighs as he ruts against her, his clothed cock thrusting against the damp lace of her underwear.
“Fuck, I wish I could.” She whispers, her fingers curling in his tarnished silver hair, grasping it tightly in her fist. He hisses at the sensation, grinding hard against her and she bites her lower lip to stifle the moan that threatens to tear from her throat. “I don’t have Ani tonight, she’s at a sleep over. We could-”
The buzzer goes again and Charlie steals another kiss.
“Tonight.” He promises, his forehead resting against hers. “You can have all of me tonight.”
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Premise: Shawnstown is an AU universe, where different Shawn Hatosy characters have found a home over the years for different reasons within their journeys. This is not in line with any of the current ongoing storylines for these characters.
Learn More Here
Summary: Things get hot and heavy between Charlie and Scotty in the office at the distillery.
Companion piece to:
Chapter One: Dead Man Walking - Every Thursday night at 9pm Charlie receives a phone all from the man who tried to kill him.
Chapter Two: The Prohibition Era - Charlie didn’t get the memo about prohibition night…
Charlie hasn’t worn a bowtie since the night he found out about Clayton. He’d been attending a charity event, raising funds for the Arts when Victoria had strode into the venue on the arm of her husband, the one Charlie had never known even existed. He’d stood there like an idiot, shaking the hand of a man who had no idea that Charlie had spent the best part of the last year fucking his wife.
It’s the soft rap on the door that draws his attention away from his thoughts and back to Scotty’s office. It used to be all dark wood and navy blue walls when her father was running the place. Now the moody, masculine aesthetic has been transformed into a seventies bohemian haven.
The solid oak furniture was been torn out and sold off to cover a portion of the debt he’d saddled the family with after he disappeared. It’s been replaced by a sleek white desk with an ash wood top finish created by Pope from his offcuts.
The well cushioned, low back office chair has been reupholstered by Scotty in burnt orange adding a pop of colour to the room. The now white walls are decorated with a mixture of rattan circles and cream geometric macrame that Ani, her niece had spent hours making in craft class.
Soft pampas grass and dried autumnal flowers plume from a white bust of a girl with gold cat ears blowing bubble gum. It resides on the shelf above the dusky pink, cord beanbag where Ani likes to sit and read her Heartstopper books while Scotty works.
A sheepskin rug has been thrown over the pale laminate because Scotty prefers to take her shoes off when she’s not in the bar and hates the feel of the cold floor through her vibrant coloured socks.
The door opens and Charlie straightens his spine, catching a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the gold chapel mirror that hangs alongside it. He looks like an extra from the set of Peaky Blinders, the suspenders flexing across his muscular chest, irritating the scar over his heart.
Scotty enters the room, her heels clicking on the laminate as she closes the door behind her, leaning against it. The way she looks at him with those honied eyes of hers… it’s like she wants to tear his clothes off and fuck him right there on the sheepskin rug.
“I gotta admit, this is doing a little something for me.” She says gesturing to the outfit before she pushes off the door. She strides towards him the dress sashaying with every step. “I can’t tell if it’s because I haven’t fucked in a while or if you’ve unlocked some new kink.”
She pauses in front of him, her fingertips trailing along the bowtie that hangs loose around his throat before she crosses one end over the other. The heat from her skin sears through his nerve endings, making it feel like there’s electric under his skin.
“How long has it been?” He finds himself asking, his voice rough as his gaze fixates on that sexy red pout. His dick stirs to life in the confines of his trousers as he imagines her on her knees, that naughty little mouth of hers leaving crimson stains along his cock.
“Over a year.” She tells him, her brow creasing in concentration as she threads the long part through the noose pulling it taut against his throat. “There’s not a lot options in this town and I barely have any time to myself between running the distillery and chasing after Annika.”
“You miss having a partner.” Charlie says knowingly as she makes the short piece into a bowtie shape at the base of his throat, before picking up the long side, bringing it over the middle and tucking it through the loop.
“A partner would be nice but honestly I miss being able to blow off steam, do something a little crazy like swimming naked in the lake or fucking in the back of a patrol car."
Charlie swallows back a choke, his Adam’s apple bobbing against the collar of his shirt as Scotty uses her fingers to push the fabric of the bowtie through the barely there gap in the centre. His dick is leaking now, he can feel the pre-cum smearing across the tip within his underwear.
“Does that surprise you that I’m into shit like that?” She asks him as she grasps both sides of the bow straightening it. She studies it intently before her gaze flickers up, ensnaring his own. “That I might like cuffs and crops?”
“No.” He says, his palms grasping her hips, drawing her closer. Her dress rustles against his clothing and he can feel her right there, his dick pressing against her core. “I see that wildness in you Scotty. I’ve always wondered what it would take to bring it out.”
“The right man I suppose.” She responds, her fingers hooking underneath the suspenders stroking along his chest, his ribs, his abdomen as she teases along the length of them. “One that knows exactly what he’s doing with a woman.”
“Emery...” Charlie whispers, his nose chasing along hers until he finds her mouth, so tempting, so perilously in reach. “The things I’ve fantasied about doing to you they’re enough to make the devil blush.”
“Forget the devil.” She murmurs, her lips barely caressing his as she speaks. He can taste her lipstick, the light waxy tang on his tongue as she shifts against him, making his breath hitch. “Why don’t you whisper them to me… Or better yet why don’t you show me?”
His mouth captures hers and that fire erupts inside of him, burning him alive from the inside out. His hands plunge into her hair, gripping the relentless curls in his fists and she arches up against him, nipping at his lower lip. The sudden burst of pain awakens something in him, something wild, something fierce. He shoves the paperwork off her desk, turning her towards it so her ass comes to rest on the edge. Her thighs part, giving him just the tiniest glimpse of heaven before the buzzer chimes signalling the arrival of their guests.
“Leave it.” He mutters, his palms squeezing her thighs as he ruts against her, his clothed cock thrusting against the damp lace of her underwear.
“Fuck, I wish I could.” She whispers, her fingers curling in his tarnished silver hair, grasping it tightly in her fist. He hisses at the sensation, grinding hard against her and she bites her lower lip to stifle the moan that threatens to tear from her throat. “I don’t have Ani tonight, she’s at a sleep over. We could-”
The buzzer goes again and Charlie steals another kiss.
“Tonight.” He promises, his forehead resting against hers. “You can have all of me tonight.”
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Before you join the taglist make sure to read the rules here as you otherwise you won’t be added.
Premise: Shawnstown is an AU universe, where different Shawn Hatosy characters have found a home over the years for different reasons within their journeys. This is not in line with any of the current ongoing storylines for these characters.
Learn More Here
Summary: Things get hot and heavy between Charlie and Scotty in the office at the distillery.
Companion piece to:
Chapter One: Dead Man Walking - Every Thursday night at 9pm Charlie receives a phone all from the man who tried to kill him.
Chapter Two: The Prohibition Era - Charlie didn’t get the memo about prohibition night…
Charlie hasn’t worn a bowtie since the night he found out about Clayton. He’d been attending a charity event, raising funds for the Arts when Victoria had strode into the venue on the arm of her husband, the one Charlie had never known even existed. He’d stood there like an idiot, shaking the hand of a man who had no idea that Charlie had spent the best part of the last year fucking his wife.
It’s the soft rap on the door that draws his attention away from his thoughts and back to Scotty’s office. It used to be all dark wood and navy blue walls when her father was running the place. Now the moody, masculine aesthetic has been transformed into a seventies bohemian haven.
The solid oak furniture was been torn out and sold off to cover a portion of the debt he’d saddled the family with after he disappeared. It’s been replaced by a sleek white desk with an ash wood top finish created by Pope from his offcuts.
The well cushioned, low back office chair has been reupholstered by Scotty in burnt orange adding a pop of colour to the room. The now white walls are decorated with a mixture of rattan circles and cream geometric macrame that Ani, her niece had spent hours making in craft class.
Soft pampas grass and dried autumnal flowers plume from a white bust of a girl with gold cat ears blowing bubble gum. It resides on the shelf above the dusky pink, cord beanbag where Ani likes to sit and read her Heartstopper books while Scotty works.
A sheepskin rug has been thrown over the pale laminate because Scotty prefers to take her shoes off when she’s not in the bar and hates the feel of the cold floor through her vibrant coloured socks.
The door opens and Charlie straightens his spine, catching a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the gold chapel mirror that hangs alongside it. He looks like an extra from the set of Peaky Blinders, the suspenders flexing across his muscular chest, irritating the scar over his heart.
Scotty enters the room, her heels clicking on the laminate as she closes the door behind her, leaning against it. The way she looks at him with those honied eyes of hers… it’s like she wants to tear his clothes off and fuck him right there on the sheepskin rug.
“I gotta admit, this is doing a little something for me.” She says gesturing to the outfit before she pushes off the door. She strides towards him the dress sashaying with every step. “I can’t tell if it’s because I haven’t fucked in a while or if you’ve unlocked some new kink.”
She pauses in front of him, her fingertips trailing along the bowtie that hangs loose around his throat before she crosses one end over the other. The heat from her skin sears through his nerve endings, making it feel like there’s electric under his skin.
“How long has it been?” He finds himself asking, his voice rough as his gaze fixates on that sexy red pout. His dick stirs to life in the confines of his trousers as he imagines her on her knees, that naughty little mouth of hers leaving crimson stains along his cock.
“Over a year.” She tells him, her brow creasing in concentration as she threads the long part through the noose pulling it taut against his throat. “There’s not a lot options in this town and I barely have any time to myself between running the distillery and chasing after Annika.”
“You miss having a partner.” Charlie says knowingly as she makes the short piece into a bowtie shape at the base of his throat, before picking up the long side, bringing it over the middle and tucking it through the loop.
“A partner would be nice but honestly I miss being able to blow off steam, do something a little crazy like swimming naked in the lake or fucking in the back of a patrol car."
Charlie swallows back a choke, his Adam’s apple bobbing against the collar of his shirt as Scotty uses her fingers to push the fabric of the bowtie through the barely there gap in the centre. His dick is leaking now, he can feel the pre-cum smearing across the tip within his underwear.
“Does that surprise you that I’m into shit like that?” She asks him as she grasps both sides of the bow straightening it. She studies it intently before her gaze flickers up, ensnaring his own. “That I might like cuffs and crops?”
“No.” He says, his palms grasping her hips, drawing her closer. Her dress rustles against his clothing and he can feel her right there, his dick pressing against her core. “I see that wildness in you Scotty. I’ve always wondered what it would take to bring it out.”
“The right man I suppose.” She responds, her fingers hooking underneath the suspenders stroking along his chest, his ribs, his abdomen as she teases along the length of them. “One that knows exactly what he’s doing with a woman.”
“Emery...” Charlie whispers, his nose chasing along hers until he finds her mouth, so tempting, so perilously in reach. “The things I’ve fantasied about doing to you they’re enough to make the devil blush.”
“Forget the devil.” She murmurs, her lips barely caressing his as she speaks. He can taste her lipstick, the light waxy tang on his tongue as she shifts against him, making his breath hitch. “Why don’t you whisper them to me… Or better yet why don’t you show me?”
His mouth captures hers and that fire erupts inside of him, burning him alive from the inside out. His hands plunge into her hair, gripping the relentless curls in his fists and she arches up against him, nipping at his lower lip. The sudden burst of pain awakens something in him, something wild, something fierce. He shoves the paperwork off her desk, turning her towards it so her ass comes to rest on the edge. Her thighs part, giving him just the tiniest glimpse of heaven before the buzzer chimes signalling the arrival of their guests.
“Leave it.” He mutters, his palms squeezing her thighs as he ruts against her, his clothed cock thrusting against the damp lace of her underwear.
“Fuck, I wish I could.” She whispers, her fingers curling in his tarnished silver hair, grasping it tightly in her fist. He hisses at the sensation, grinding hard against her and she bites her lower lip to stifle the moan that threatens to tear from her throat. “I don’t have Ani tonight, she’s at a sleep over. We could-”
The buzzer goes again and Charlie steals another kiss.
“Tonight.” He promises, his forehead resting against hers. “You can have all of me tonight.”
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I've been thinking of giving this author thing a go.
Seriously though, I've wanted to be a writer since I was in high school. I studied and took every writing class I could in college. Storytelling has been like air to me and I'm wanting to try to branch out and write something that could be published one day.
Fan fiction is an amazing hobby and it gives me a wonderful playground to test run ideas and see where plot and characters will take me. So the story I've chosen to take down and turn into an original is "The Dog (Mike Duarte x Reader)." So on Monday, July 1st, I will be taking down what I have posted for The Dog and I will be working on my first novel.
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