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Detective Greer, 20s, genderfluid, proudly Black & Mexican American.
Neurodivergent, awkward, and ADHD brained.
I write because it is therapy. You may see darker, personal themes on this blog. I use my own life as inspiration in some regards.
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Hi darling, I saw that you summoned me. I’ve been offline the past few days due to work. I also think I’ve met my husband since we last chatted (I worked 10 hours straight on Sunday, and he made birria and offered to drive almost an hour to my work to bring me some).
I read for most of the Geese, but Ryland and Court hold soft spots in my heart. It’s the level of selflessness with a touch of wet cat that does it for me. But Holland, Driver, and Colt are all in the mix as well. Now if only I could get my future husband to grow a beard, I’d have a spitting image
-🐝
Hold up, bee... let me sit down right here and process this TEA! The man's offered you some good ass birria? Now I've made birria several times in my life and that is no joke.
You need several ingredients (which depending on ur area can be a bit iffy to find), good pot, patience, gotta get it just right, and it can be a pretty penny. You want that tender meat and that utterly delicious fragrant consommé.
Not to mention, you've still gotta make the tacos after with the cheese and all the fixins'. He sounds like a keeper... keep me apprised of your adventures with the aptly named, Birria Man!
Oh I love wet cat man. I love soft puppy dog men too. We are of the same mind and spirit. The only man I don't know yet is Colt, but I eye him time to time as others go on about him.
Hoping your adventures go well and the work week is gentle with you. 10 hours straight shift ain't no joke and I'm glad you got some good ol' homemade cooking.
Thanks for the update! Was fun responding to this. 🤗
P.S. should reader make court birria next time? AHHHH
I've had an iconic idea for a pride drabble based off one of my all time favorite shows.. schitts creek. Who shall hear me excitedly ramble as I figure it out sksksks?
to my lovely client 🐝, apologies for the late response as I had a bit going on. But, I am so thrilled to hear you enjoyed the writing and let's all hope the neighbors do not know your name. its such a joy to see you in my inbox and your polite encouragement truly makes me smile. thank you for taking the time to leave me such sweet feedback and through responses!
I've got some other writings that hold priority for me right now, but I shall keep all your thoughts on a sequel in my files. im sure inspiration will strike again.. it is the beautiful court after all. ill keep your ask in my inbox as a good reminder.
OH and of course, I had to bring in feelings, I mean don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with good ol' no feelings involved affairs ;), but bringing in the emotions has a way of turning it up a level.. I think.
honestly, my thoughts are that in most social situations you will have adults behaving like actual children. I used to work in administration and let's see the daily drama was.. piping hot tea. lol as humorous as it can be, it is indeed stressful. so please indulge in taking care of yourself fas much as you can! and if nobody has told you recently, thank you for the time you spend voluterring and helping others.
also I am curious what other writings of mine or in general you are into?
hello! first off hope youre having a lovely day !! your holland march writing is wonderful and deeply appreciated
i was wondering if you have any thoughts about holland march with a musically inclined reader? they play piano and, with the 70s, you got soul and r&b, maybe they love bill withers and marvin gaye. drabble or headcanons, whatever you have the time for! thank you so much!!!
Wow, thank you so much! I so appreciate this ask, I have been having the absolute best time writing for him and I cannot wait to do it again.
I plan to do an entire series for Cinderella & The Investigator!
Okay, now let's see... Holland March and a musically inclined reader.. I ended up absolutely falling into love with this and getting a bit excited.
⋄ tags: Holland March & Female!Pianist Reader, Slight Angst, Implied Naugthyness perhaps, Drinking, Bars, Alcoholism, Grief, Depression, References to Holland's Wife, It's Holland Y'all know lmao, Smoking Mention, Holly Mentions, Holland Go Home To Your Daughter, Reader who does not smoke or drink, Reader Wears A Dress, Please Read @ Your Own Discretion. Also, sorry, I don't know what it is about writing Holland that makes me curse like a sailor. Fair warning, I apologize for many adhd brained mistakes and if there are any tagging concerns, please message me.
⋄ w/c: 2.4k
⋄ a/n: thank you so much to my lovely requester @decafncedar. was a joy to get this ask! much appreciation to @ken-dom for encouraging me about this. our constant holland discussions have been such a delight and uk everything else! 🖤 and thank you to @littlerobinette for looking it over, you are such a sweetie! also the love for my holland recently has been a treasure. thank you to everyone who has been so kind.
⋄ musical inspiration: Bill Withers, Marvin Gaye
⊹ summary: in which holland finds your song more interesting than what's in his glass.
Holland March would call himself a bar connoisseur. After all, he had been in and out of them enough since his wife died. Been kicked out tons of them too. It turned out they liked his money and his charm at first, but didn't care for the way he turned into an absolute disaster as the night went on. After a while, Holland learned to hide his drunkenness better. It took longer for him to get wasted and despite still being an utter fucking mess, he had some more grip on himself.
Which is why Holland started trying out bars that had musicians. Specifically, he learned to like the ones in which employed pianists. There were several musically themed bars in the city, but live bands were too much, singers could get him too emotional in the wrong way, and the jukebox didn't do the trick either. But a live pianist?
Oh, yeah that let him mellow out just right.
Holland found that as he sat at the bar night after night and let the liquid gold soothe his aching heart and devastating guilt, it was nice to have them playing in the background. Something about sipping on a nice whiskey and letting the soft melodious keys take him away...
Suddenly, the March man did not feel so lonely; as if the music itself was lovingly caressing his very soul.
Eventually, Holland found his favorite bar, which was called Whiskey's Grotto. It was a chill place, with low lighting, and a pretty consistent crowd of regulars. The pianist changed sometimes, but for the most part you were the regular musician.
Holland noticed you pretty quickly.
You played the best out of anyone he had ever heard and only your sweet gentle fingers on those keys could calm his wary heart and soul the way he needed. Sometimes Holland would get so mesmerized watching you. He would even forget to drink. As if only you could lure him away from the sweet nectar, like a siren slowly calling him to sea.
It wasn't just your playing either; you were gorgeous, stunning, and the first woman to truly capture his attention since Holland became a widower. That had to matter, right?
Holland couldn’t help but notice the way you always appeared a bit shy as you approached the piano. You always made sure to thank the bar crowd for coming and held a black leather bound songbook your to chest.
You never said your real name, only that you went by "Blue."
You were always adorned in a beautiful dress, like you were preparing for the finest concert this side of town. And as you finally sat down on the piano bench; you always took a deep breath. You would place a hand down on the gorgeous grand piano and just feel the smooth polished ebony beneath your fingertips.
Like it was an act of reverence you must do before bringing your slender fingers to the white and black of the keys. Once you did, the entire room would be blown away as you came to live and gave them a transformative experience of beauty.
Holland could watch you play for hours and that made him nervous. Not only because it was a pleasure to witness you play, but because it gave him other thoughts too. You caused a familiar knot of butterflies in his stomach that he worried would never happen again.
There was something about your face when you caressed those keys too. You would close your eyes and get too visually lost in the music. It was like you were worshipping at the altar of Bill Withers & Marvin Gaye (your favorite's, Holland noticed.)
Holland also noticed the way your eyes squeezed shut and how sometimes you would just barely mouth the words; like you were just as addicted to music as he was to the bottle. Like you needed to pray to a higher power. And hope the melodies you produced would take you away too.
Judging from how bashfully happy you sounded every night as you introduced yourself to the crowd, it seemed to be the better choice.
He was sure you could never notice him. Holland was just another face in the crowd. Yet another lonely man in awe of your majesty night after night because oh baby, you could draw a crowd. He was sure you must have tons of potential suitors interested.
Holland hadn't even slept with anyone since his wife passed or been on one date. Not that he would admit it. Only Healy knew that. And Healy did not even want to know that.
The first time Holland finally introduced himself to you he was so fucking nervous he dropped his cigarette.
The private investigator had been attempting to work up the courage for weeks and after knocking two, decided he just had to talk to you.
Unfortunately, that meant he would need a cigarette to quell his anxiety and distract him from the way he wanted to high-tail it out of the bar. Holland wasn’t used to approaching women anymore; especially one who seemed so passionate and full of life.
Like they still had hope of a happy existence. Holland used to have that. Should have that. He had a daughter at home who he needed to find that for.
Maybe tonight was a step towards that direction, Holland mused as he stood in front of your shorter form.
'H-Hii there, fancy seeing you here tonight,' Holland drawled after you had thanked another happy bar patron. Your set had just finished and you were about to leave.
Holland plastered his best charming grin on his face and hoped he looked decent enough to approach the stage. That was your sacred place and typically he only lingered at the bar.
He had actually made an effort to wear one of his newer suits, a well-fitting dark brown ensemble that he noticed people tended to look him up and down in. His brown hair is brushed back and while he does stink of alcohol, under it is the unmistakable whiff musky scent of expensive cologne.
Holland’s wife used to say it didn’t matter how low she was feeling. A smile from Holland could stop her heart and make her wanna say grace three times. Maybe you would feel the same. She was always right, after all.
‘Oh–hello there.’ You said softly, your eyes flickering to Holland.
For the briefest moment, you appeared slightly caught off guard and your lips formed into the shyest little smile. You swallowed hard and clutched the song book to your chest before slipping it into the bag swung over your shoulder.
Holland was pretty good at reading people and he interpreted your reaction to be outwardly encouraging. That gave him a bit more confidence and he took a step closer to you in turn.
However, before you could respond the bit of smoke wafting off the cigarette between his long fingers and a frown graced your elegant face.
'I’m here most nights actually. I believe you are too. And do you mind? I don’t really care for the smoke.' You mumbled.
Those words took Holland by surprise and he instantly allowed the cigarette drop to the ground still lit. He let out a string of curses under his breath. Of course, this fucking bar had carpet instead of wood flooring. He quickly stomped on the flickering drag like it had insulted his mother.
Holland liked smoking, loved smoking, but not enough to let it come between the smoldering potential of the two of you. Besides, his wife hated it too.
‘Uhhh right… ‘M sorry, I forget some people don't smoke.’ Holland admitted sheepishly.
You pursed your lips together then and nodded once. ‘Yeah, smoke free person right here. I actually don't even drink.’
‘Oh really? Well.. clearly we have a lot in common.’
You both chuckled at that and the tension in the air dissipated a bit.
Holland rubbed the back of his head and glanced away for a second. That was a rough start, but he seemed to have fixed the little no smoking allowed situation.
‘So, did you want something, Sir? I don't want to be rude, but I actually have to be off…’ You said, a genuine twinge of regret in your voice.
Dang, was just hoping we would be able to spend a bit more time together tonight. Oh well.
‘Oh. Right. Yes. I-I just wanted to say that…’ Holland gulped. It was now or never… ‘Uhh, you play like a legend and I’m surprised someone of your skill level isn't at some fancy pants ass place.’
Guess we’re going with never. Brilliant, Holland.
You flashed an embarrassed smile at him, your hands wringing together in joy at his praise.
‘Well, thank you. I find that rather sweet. This place can't be so bad though, I mean they hired me, right?’ You asked teasingly.
‘Yeah.. A stroke of genius on their part. I mean I sure am mighty happy to come back night after night.’ Holland admitted shamelessly. It also occurs to Holland he could stand here and chit chat with you all night. He’s down bad.
‘Ah, I should let you go though… wouldn't wanna keep you after hours.”
‘O-O okay, right..’
You adjusted the bag at your side and took a small step back.
Despite both of your words neither of you move to leave. Holland knows it can’t be true, but he wonders if perhaps you’re enjoying talking to him just as much.
‘I hope to play again for you sometime?’ You offered hopefully, after a beat of silence.
‘I'd love that. You take care now.” He beamed, offering a little wave.
You returned it warmly.
Holland gave you another breathtaking smile before spinning around and walking off. He hoped that to you that looks cool because inside he's screaming.
Shit. Shit. You did not ask them out, you fool! Can the March man not follow through? Get your ass back over there and get those digits before Healy breaks your arm again.
Holland only walked a few feet away before he was turning around and searching for you intently. You were already about to disappear through the private employee only entrance.
‘Wait!’ He shouted, attracting the attention of a few others at the bar. But, he doesn’t care–he is not going to miss this chance.
You froze and whirled back around to face him. Your head tilted to the side curiously. ‘Oh–is something wrong Mr….? Ahhh.. you actually never told me your name. I apologize.’
Holland headed back over to you, his hands opening and closing anxiously. He has to work up the nerve and just spit it out.
‘No no, don't say sorry.. I should have started with that. You just have this way about you that makes a man nervous.’ Holland said as his foot tapped against the ground like a jack rabbit.
‘Anyways, before I lose my damn liquid courage again, I gotta speak my mind… I would love to take you on a date. Any day, any time of the week, I find you pretty interesting and lovely and sweet. Oh god, is that creepy? I swear I'm not a creep.’
You nodded along as he spoke, but your lip twitched. You were clearly trying–maybe failing–to follow along his anxious rambling.
Holland floundered and started waving his hands anxiously. ‘I-I have a daughter and I could prove that. I'm a decent man, I'm a private investigator actually, do you umm maybe need something looked into? Shit let me get my wallet out—’
He reached into his pockets and swore. Where the heck is my fault, must’ve left it at the bar.
Before Holland could launch a full on manhunt for the leather object, you finally got a word in edge wise.
‘Honestly, I'd love to go out with you, but I'm quite busy during the day and I work here most nights.. as you know.. So…’ you trailed off wistfully.
‘Oh–Oh. I get it…’ Holland replied, eyebrows furrowing. Were you trying to politely tell him to sod off? He couldn't tell.
‘Errr, I can get pretty busy too, but maybe I could take you out on your break then? There's a lovely all night breakfast place down the street.’
At this point Holland would do anything to make it work. He had come so far.
You raised a delicate eyebrow. ‘Is that place not attached to a stripper club? Not that I mind those establishments, a friend works there, but not as an actual first date.. location.’
Holland opened his mouth to reply and quickly shut it.
‘Fuck, I’m pretty sure I know a decent taco spot that's close by too.’
A peal of laughter left you at that before you seemed to pause and consider his words carefully.
‘You know, I normally don't date, especially men who I see here with me so often, but why not? You seem sweet enough and perhaps we could hit it off. I'll be here Friday night and my break will be around 1 am. That sound good?’
‘Yes, absolutely, yes. I will be right here waiting. Early. I'll bring flowers or maybe chocolate? What do you prefer? My wife she’s allergic, I mean she was, she’s gone now, but I—’
Holland stopped himself and panic flared in his eyes. The two of you haven't even been on a first date and he just revealed he was a widower to you.
Your expression softened his accidental admission.
'I'm sorry to hear that. I love chocolate and flowers, but how about you just bring yourself.’ You said with a kind smile. You didn't mention his wife, but you did add on. ‘Still do not know your name..’
‘Holland March, my friends call me… Holland.’ he rushed out, still taken aback by your positive response. This is going so fucking well. He can't mess this up now.
In return, you gave your name and a lovely smile.
'Ah, so.. I'll go with Holland too.''
Then, you reached out and offered him your hand like you were giving him a life line. Holland blinked in surprise, but quickly clasped his larger hand in yours. He stiffened immediately at the feeling of electricity that coursed through his veins.
Your skin was soft and he couldn’t resist squeezing gently as if to remind himself he was really touching you. The physical contact ended as soon as it began. Holland felt the loss of your touch like a pang to his heart, maybe he was being dramatic, but it was reminiscent of the first time he touched his wife.
You met Holland's gaze shyly once more before you were turning and finally–disappearing into the backrooms.
All Holland could do was stand there stunned for a good minute.
After regaining himself, Holland swiveled and marched his way out of the bar after grabbing his wallet.. The bartender appeared confused and called out to him, but he didn't answer.
Normally, Holland would be here for a few more hours, but tonight the appeal was a bit lost on him. Instead, he thought it would be a good idea to surprise Holly by picking her up from Janet's. Maybe ask her if she liked piano music.
I did delete a few posts, yeah. If you notice one you liked has been removed, please feel free to message me and I'll provide a PDF. Do not fret, nothing has been erased entirely; just is back in my gd.
Brooo I'm on book 5 of the Gray Man series, so Id consider myself a Court Gentry expert. The recent Court fic has me absolutely FOAMING AT THE MOUTH 🫶
I'm screaming. The Robin stamp of approval is highly valued!
We have so much to discuss. I haven't read the books yet, but I don't mind spoilers so spill the tea in our dm my friend. And I'll have to clue you in on my delicious wips! 🫶🏽
Dearest, I keep circling back to Know Your Name. Court (and the other rygos guys) have really been an escape from all the wild bs (HOA included, considering another board member just threatened all of us with a lawsuit if we investigate a claim that she violated the CC&R).
So, I pose the following as I prep for one next week: does Court attend? Does he come back home with you to debrief/talk shit about other owners after? Does that devolve into him helping with some stress relief? (If I get one more HOA related email this week, I’m probably gonna scream, and not in the good sex way)
Sending my love,
-🐝
BEE! I have managed to finish and post the case file: To Know You.
I shall consider this matter handled for now, but I have made a series masterlist titled: The President & The Resident. So feel free to send me more notes if inspiration strikes again.
Thank you for trusting me with this and I hope I did Court justice in your eyes. It's always hard to know, but I sincerely wish you the best with your HOA! I was giggling with my friends as I searched what the heck CC&R meant. The things you do for fanfic and your lovely readers!
Your asks have been such a delight and I've enjoyed each one. I'm not used to my readers talking to me a lot so yeah, you're great. Thank you for the encouragement.
This is the master list for my series The President & The Resident.
Last Updated June 3rd 2026
⋄ tags: Court Gentry & Reader, Smut, Developing Relationship, Dom/Sub, Fuck Buddies, HOA AU, More Smut Tags On Each Fic! Read At Your Own Discretion.
⋄ total w/c: 6.4k
;; summary:
in which a torrid love affair takes place between you and the ever mysterious, Courtland Gentry.
This series is non-linear and while it follows the same couple may jump around however I please. Feel free to request for them. I would prefer to keep this series light, jovial, and fucking hot.
⋄ tags: neighbor Court Gentry, Sierra Six / gender neutral pronouns for reader, condo board president reader!, AFAB, Breast/Pussy, Fuck buddies, "Secret" Relationship Just For Funnies, Established dom/sub dynamics, Soft dom Court, Impact Play, Pussy Slaping, Breast Slapping, Oral, Penetration, Brat Tammer Mayhaps, Pet Names Tuhhh, Insecruity, Reader is In Their Head, Unsaid Feels, Humiliation Kink, Praise Kink, Love Confessions I suppose, Reader Wears Undies
⋄ w/c: 4.8k
⋄ a/n: this is for my lovely client 🐝 who has shown such enthusiasm for my court. i truly hope things go well in your real hoa. hopefully this gives some momentary delight. This is not edited like that so please excuse mistakes. thank you to my dear friends, em (@doctor-ryland-grace), ash (@siilentdisco), and the pebbles for the encouragement! You can make hoa stuff sexy, istg. Oh and of course, shoutout to my own irl insp for this ;) we should all write what we know, of course.
⋄ song inspo: Kiss It Better by Riri, Safety Net by Ariana, Worst Behavior by Ariana, Come Around Me by Justin Bieber, Grinding by Luh Kel, I Want You by Luh Kel
✧ summary: in which court heavily enjoys the usual drama, but most of all wants to show you he cares.
↳ Part 6 of my Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You series.
⊹MASTERLIST for The President & The Resident Series⊹
⤷ Tardiness Is Not Polite, Dear President。
‘I swear on the beautiful rose hedges that adorn my lawn, I will sue all of your asses off. Do you hear me?’ Tabitha threatens–once again–in her shrill voice.
She looks at the board members daring them to respond until her eyes fix on you, sitting in the middle at the president's chair. Tabitha has been going on since the start of the meeting and her tirade seems never ending.
Court watches in amusement as her statement echoes through the room. He is quite entertained. Court sits in the front row of the homeowners association meeting as he does every time. The former military man has perfect posture as he lounges, one leg crossed over the other, his large hands folded in his lap.
He is wearing a white button today under a gray suit jacket with matching slacks and his favorite brown shoes. The trained eye may notice the faint red stain of lipstick just barely on his collar.
However, you can spot the way his blue eyes dance with delight and the occasional twitch of his lips. Court keeps a neutral expression on his handsome face, a leftover habit of his former life.
Inside, the man is having a jolly good ol’ time.
Afterall, Court has the best seat in the house to watch this ludicrous affair unfold and most importantly to keep a very close eye on–you.
Several board members are squirming uncomfortably and glance towards the head of the table, where you sit. To most everyone in the room, you look bored, you appear unphased as if Tabitha is making commentary about the weather.
When in reality Tabitha is ready to bring full legal reckoning–she claims anyway.
Yet, somehow despite the endless barrage of threats Tabitha has leveled… You stay steadfast since the meeting began nearly twenty minutes late. Of course, nobody knows it began late because of Court.
‘Cause he was busy fucking you hard into the plush carpet of your office despite knowing very well you had somewhere to be. Not that you had complained at the time.
‘Yes, as you’ve said in a multitude of ways, quite frankly we do not need a reminder, Miss Saxon.’ You reply bluntly after a moment. Two fingers press into your temple as you speak.
‘Maybe you do, courtesy of my lawyer.’ Tabitha bites back with a smirk. She stands behind the long mahogany table that is used for meetings. She is smug and enjoying every minute of this..
Meanwhile, only one person in this room knows you're in a private hell. You find this entire situation utterly ridiculous and humorous, yet stressful because the board is looking to you for guidance.
‘If you feel so inclined, sure. Perhaps your lawyer can explain we are fully within our rights to investigate the recent claims that you have violated the Covenants, Conditions, and Restrictions of this HOA. It does not matter that you are on the board, you can still be investigated by the board.’
Your words cause a commotion and Tabitha lets out a string of curses. The woman seems to practically seethe as she glares at you now.
'Everyone that has reported me for violations is nothing but a jealous sod! They're envious because I bring the best food at potlucks, have the best lawn, and an amazing pool!’
Couch watches as you purse your lips, clearly resisting the urge to laugh at this. Your shoulders tremble slightly and he figures it's time to throw you a life line. He stands smoothly, one hand brushing over his pants as he does. He lazily walks over to the mic stand in front of the table that is for residents to speak their piece.
‘I apologize, but if I may interject?’ Court asks politely, the picture of utterly graceful innocence.
'No, you may not.' You answer swiftly, eyes narrowing at Court.
Court has the audacity to look perfectly chastised and tilts his head in what appears to be confusion. "Oh, have I broken a rule somehow or..? Please do correct me properly... President.'
You blink owlishly at his words and glance around at the slightly confused expressions on the other board members' faces. Right, they believe Court is genuinely about to pose a serious question.
‘I-I just mean we have not opened the meeting to the floor yet, Mr. Gentry.’ You clarify, trying to explain away your particular behavior.
Only Court properly understands the hidden meaning behind your words. The man had already teased you incessantly during your little office quickie about this entire predicament. As he held you down and fucked you just right, earning each delightful squeal and moan, these words were whispered to you:
'Gonna go out there and be nice and professional for me? With my cum still drippin' from your pussy as you sit in public? Everyone's already out there waiting for you, but you're back here taking my cock, isn’t that right?'
'Actually, I know the meeting started late due to the tardiness of your arrival, but the floor was supposed to open for members nearly ten minutes ago. If you consult the schedule, I'm sure you'll see... Dearest President.' Court says with mirth dancing in his cobalt gaze.
The glare you give Court as he finishes is enough to stop most men cold in their tracks. Unfortunately, for you, it only nudges the slightest smirk out of Court.
'Right.. Thank you for that reminder.. I suppose,' you say with a lip twitch, 'but unfortunately this meeting has been entirely derailed by its agenda. I fail to see how we can properly attend to the needs of the community whilst such aggressive in-fighting occurs between the board. Thus, I call this meeting to an end.'
You say the statement matter-of-factly and nobody else on the board disagrees. In fact, everyone in the room looks relieved to be let free of the tension.
Well, except one person in particular. Tabitha voices her protests right away.
‘Excuse me? Absolutely not! What kind of President are you to simply try to run away? In fact, I can’t even believe I’m under threat of investigation while we have an incompetent icicle president that could care less and has all the warmth of winter!’
At her words you actually pause and a genuine frown graces your lovely face at her insult. It is gone in an instant and you shoot back. ‘Resorting to personal insults is quite bottom of the barrel, no? Perhaps, next meeting you should consider staying home whilst the adults discuss.’
With that you stand abruptly, grab the black portfolio you always bring, and march away in retreat.
Tabitha looks stunned and nobody rushes to her defense. Instead, people hurry out as if they are concerned they left the oven on.
Court adjusts his suit jacket as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. Oh, you had handled Tabitha wonderfully, but there’s a knot in his stomach. Were you actually upset? You tended to adore the little game the two of you played during these meetings and easily brush off any annoyances from petty people.
Yet, as he watches your form disappear into the back offices of the HOA office.. Court is concerned.
⤷ Don't Forget What It Is, Sweetheart
Later that night you are stressed, upset, and utterly overwhelmed as you sit on the edge of your bed. All of this nonsense is not why you volunteered to be the president. And how dare Tabitha personally insult you in front of everyone..
Saying you are some type of cold fish person.. Pfft.. So, you are reserved and prefer to keep calm–at least in front of most people. Is that not the proper behavior of someone in a position of power? You didn’t even want to be president to begin with.
Hell, you only even started attending the meetings because they are catered and you love free food!
On the nightstand table, your phone buzzes on and off intermittently. You do not even have to look to know you must be getting emails from Tabitha and the other board members. Too bad, you are off the clock and NOT answering!
You reach over and turn on Do not Disturb mode quickly. A sigh leaves your lips and your shoulders sign in frustration. You are just thankful to be here at home, wearing your cozy pajamas, and spending some time with your favorite resident.
Court is currently lounging on your bed behind you, watching you with that same unreadable expression he always has. Clarie is staying the night with a trusted friend and so he is once again, all yours tonight.
The man looks simply dashing sitting against your mahogany bed frame. The picture of sin as he has pulled off his button down in favor of just some gray sweats. The bulging scarred muscles and utterly masculine frame of his body are causing your thoughts to jumble, anytime you glance back at Court.
All of the stress lately has made you so insecure and anxious. Usually, you're so certain about all things in the bedroom with Court. Tonight you flounder. The weight of everything is playing tricks on your mind.
Maybe you couldn't be a good president or a good lover to him either. After all, you and Court are not dating.. Simply fucking reguarly and playing teasing little games constantly for your own mutual amusement.
The man rails you night after night and then takes pleasure in reporting you for noise infractions. Court will purposefully schedule private meetings with you right before the scheduled larger ones. Just to pleasure you mercilessly until you show up a flushed mess.
As much as you adore all that and did want more than this, you were sure Court did not. So, you keep those feelings locked tight, yet tonight...Your hands grip the satin sheets under you and your bottom lip wobbles. Your head is hung down and your eyes are downcast.
'You know, maybe we should skip this.. If you have other places you could be tonight or.. don't wanna, we don't have to…' You trail off as the smooth fabric between your digits anchors you. You don’t say what you really want to say–that you need reassurance. That you wonder if he has any other lovers like you.
Before you can open your mouth to say another word, Court moves–fast. The dirty-blonde haired man pulls you against his body in an instant with his strong arms. You gasp as he brings his hand up and grips your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him in those steamy eyes.
‘You have the nerve to question my desire for you? Even as I sit here patiently waiting for you to allow me to make love to you?” Court rasps.
Heat flares beneath your cheeks and you are momentarily rendered speechless by his actions. Court doesn't plan to let you slide though.
‘Speak. Now.’ He commands.
‘I-I just wanted… to give you an out…” You whisper, unable to look away from the intensity of his gaze.
‘An out…?’ Court lets out a sharp chuckle, shaking his head once. 'Sweetheart, you look so fucking ravishing. The only desire I have tonight is to be with you and only you. Unless you tell me–I’m staying right here.’
Your eyes squeeze shut and you nod slowly. It’s a bit hard to respond. The warmth of his body and words fill you with the familiar feeling of his alluring affection. You inhale the musky fragrance of his cologne.
It takes a moment, but you find your center. This is Court after all and through the haze of stress, you know he only speaks the truth.
‘I just want you too.. I need you.’ You say, meeting his gaze once again.
Court lightly strokes your cheek with his thumb and hums lowly in satisfaction.
You never realize how beautiful, sexy, and enthralling you are to him. He needs to show you once more. And then however many times you might allow him the singular delight of you.
'I know, baby. You need my touch ardently, don’t you?’
‘Yes. Please.” Desire coats every word you speak.
In response, Court presses kisses to your temple, nose, and cheeks, before finally drawing you in for a proper kiss. His lips move against yours devoutly. As if saying all the words he suspects you may need to hear, but he can’t quite voice just yet.
Court does not waste any time. He knows you need to get out of your head and oh, he can give you that escape all night long. He unwraps his arms and pushes you down onto the bed with a firm hand.
An excited shiver runs through your body as Court now hovers you with his massive form. Unfortunately, an annoying layer of clothes still separates you from him. Not acceptable.
Your pajama bottom and top are made quick work of and Court is happy to see you only left in a single pair of black undies.
The man positions himself next to you, his lips finding yours needily again as he runs a hand down your form. He finds your chest and squeezes greedily. Your nipples are lavished with attention, being pinched and pulled beneath his rough fingers.
Court releases your mouth only after biting down on your lower lip and earning a soft whimper. Ah, the first sweet sound of many tonight. He’ll make sure of that.
Your perky nipples catch his gaze then and Court shifts to take your right bud into his hot wet mouth. Court sucks hard. Adoring the wanton moans that follow like clockwork as he switches between your twin peaks.
‘Perfect, so supple.’ Court mutters as he pauses to give both a firm massage with his hands. 'You're so lovely, you realize?’
You watch his every movement as he lavishes you with attention.
'You're being so sweet tonight.’
Court looks up at you at your comment and smirks.
'I'm always sweet.. sometimes it's just mixed with the rough, but you love that, right?’
To emphasize his point, Court brings a hand up and slaps your left breast just hard enough. You let out a small yelp at the sudden action and another when he does the same to your right.
‘Court!’ You whine, bashful about how much you actually liked that.
Your adorable reaction causes Court’s already hardening cock to twitch. And before he can help himself, his arm reaches out and slaps your pussy through the thin garment. That sends you over the edge and you feel a wetness pool even more between your folds. Oh god, you need his fingers or his tongue.
Your lover is well aware as you meet his gaze and he offers you a smug grin. The feeling is mutual as Court has been longing for the taste of you all day.
He leans down and places two tender kisses to your hardened peaks as his hand tenderly rubs your clothes core. He'll be giving you much needed attention there soon.
Court begins to slowly trail kisses and licks down your body until he gets to your hips. He rises and positions himself so he's in front of your lovely, but very closed legs.
‘Open for me, sweetheart. Need to see you now.’ He commands, placing his hands on them and caressing gently.
You pout and stubbornly do not. ‘I-Im feeling a bit embarrassed.’
Court raises a delicate dirty-blonde eyebrow.
‘Embarrassed by what, my angel? I've seen your pussy so many times I dream of your silk folds.’
The wet dream admission stuns you and your guards let's down just enough that your legs part slightly. Court takes the chance and pulls your limbs apart with his strong hands.
Your already soaked core is exposed to him in all your majesty and Court unconsciously licks his lips at the sight.
The sight of him so transparently mesmerized causes you to tremble. Yet, you still open your mouth to softly protest just to be a brat, but it is too late.
‘Christ, I'll never tire of this, you are fucking all mine. Nobody else can see you like this.’ Court growls.
With that said, Court dives down into your pussy like he hasn’t tasted your nectar several times this week. He is not patient tonight either. He sensually runs his tongue up and down your core.
You're already so wet.
Legs automatically wrap loosely around Court’s thick neck as his hands move to grip your thighs in place. Cry after cry is already leaving you. Simmering blissing racing through your body, so overpowering, so fucking addicting.
He's so pleased he latches on and sucks on your sensitive nub with a trained precision.
Court eats you out like a priceless delicacy as his tongue slides through every inch of your pussy. Your hands find purchase in his locks, pulling and tugging without care.
You know he likes that, relishes in every little sign that he's pleasing you. Fuck. Court is a man of layers after all and your praise is high on his list of priorities.
That tongue of his should be illegal because all too soon that familiar urgency flares through your body. You rock against his face in response, wanting to draw out your high, but so in need of the friction.
It's all so overstimulating, but Court finds just the right balance for you. Always so attentive.
‘Court… fuck.. ohhhh god, please, please.’ You beg, legs now around his shoulders like a vice.
Your moans are heavy now and you imagine that if Court wasn’t busy coaxing an orgasm out of you, he would mock your volume.
The thought is fleeting though as your climax crashes through you and a long sigh of ecstasy escapes you. You're in utter heaven.
Immediately, Court fingers dig into your hips and hold you down as he flicks your pulsating nub. Court wants you to feel as amazing as possible, needs you to see how dedicated he is to you.
The two of you have never defined this arrangement, but there is only you. Nobody else could catch his attention. Nobody else gets this intimacy or his affectionate teasing. And nothing compares to this feeling between the two of you; he finds it utterly intoxicating.
As your high wanes like a fading flame, Court slowly pulls back and releases you. The man shifts off the bed as he watches you with satisfaction. Your juices cling to his beard, your unique scent marked on him, but he does not mind. In fact, he looks incredibly proud.
Meanwhile, you lay there, eyes squeezed shut, so wrecked. The feeling of finishing so spectacularly is still radiating through your body.
Court’s eyes over you and taking in your beauty and feeling so pleased with himself for being the one to have you in this position. He is a lucky man indeed. But, now he must have you in the most primal and intimate way. Your pussy is practically calling his big cock and he needs to fill you to the brim.
The pants and boxes he still wears are yanked off and the bed dips as he practically throws himself back on it.
‘Hands in mine, darling.’ Court demands impatience in his tone.
Your eyes open at that and you peer up to see the desperate expression on the face of your lover. You know better than to tease him with your bratty ass right now.
Raising your hands, Court takes them and moves you like a ragdoll. He has you sprawled out under him, sideways on the bed. He loves to manhandle you and put you into whatever position entices him that day.
Those legs of yours spread automatically for him. You're still so overstimulated and in a haze from your climax. Court hovers above you. His strong muscled back is straight as he grips his thick cock that is already leaking with precum. The head is bulging and red.
You let out a low whimper as his dick slides through your folds, a mixture of his saliva and your juices to lubricate himself.Court takes a breath, his ocean eyes clouded with lust and desperation. Your hands now grip the satin sheets under you in preparation.
And then Court is painstakingly guiding himself inside you inch by inch until he bottoms out. He gives you both a moment to adjust, your sweet sounds filling the air.
‘Fuck, y-you always s-streach me out so goddam good..’ You manage to get out, your eyebrows furrowed, pleasure written across your face.
‘Of course baby, this pussy was made for me,’ Court murmurs back as he slowly begins gliding in and out of your pussy.
The lewd sounds fill the air and excite you both. As always you’re so fucking tight and wet. Just right for him. Court can’t help but to lose control from the way you grip his thick cock. And just on cue, begins fucking into you with rough abandon.
Court’s hips slap into yours roughly while with both strong hands he holds your legs up. It gives him just the right angle to slide in and out of your needy core. It also allows him the full naughty breathtaking view of you.
Your full body exposed to him, chest trembling, face pinched in please, and so so perfect as his cock moves in and out of you.
‘You love this, don’t you? Can't enough of the way I fuck you, huh? Tell me you'll never take another. Say you're fucking mine!’ Court demands roughly.
‘I-Im yours, baby, all yours,’ you call out through the passion of his frenzied actions.
‘That's right. All of the dirty things I do to you feel so fucking good. Just look how you take me so well. We were made to fuck each other, sweetheart.’
‘Oh Court…’
The dirtiness of his words as you make love is just too much. All of him is so much and yet not enough.
'You were so disobiedent earlier, cutting me off before I could finish teasing you at the meeting. Next time, you'll listen to my every word, just like you take every inch of me, alright?’
‘N-No..’ you protest weakly, crying out.
Court shifts then, letting your legs drop and leaning over you. The change in angle makes your eyes widen and you immediately reach to wrap your arms around his neck. He is so overpowering. Your legs encircle his waist, hugging him to you as he thrusts punishingly.
Every stroke, every sensation overwhelms your body.
‘No? Shall I stop fucking you, flip you over right now and spank that ass until it aches? Or would you rather I did that in front of everyone else..’ He taunts.
‘N-no, I have a r-reeputaation to uphold and that would be most u-unneighboorly.’ You squeak out, walls clenching at the thought of everyone knowing how rough Court takes you.
You’re surprised you have it in you to tease him again. But as one hand moves to his back, your nails dig in slightly. Court’s resounding groans of pleasure encourage you.
His eyes are closed in deep concentration as his cock hits the spot that makes you gasp in too much pleasure. Every fiber of his body is focused on pleasing you and chasing his own high. Why do you always have to make him come undone so fast?
Court can barely even look at your face currently. The sounds you’re making combined with the erotic bliss that crosses your beautiful features as he fucks you is too much. He is already struggling to hold off his own climax.
You already feel like heaven, must you look like an angel too?
The words come out before Court can really process what he is even saying. 'Fuck that, everyone should know you belong to me.’
Court’s words cause you to gasp and before you can question him his thrusts speed up vigorously. His climax approaches and like a symphony reaching its momentous conclusion, the urge to cum fills him.
As always, Court pulls out and lets his heavy load paint your stomach. A string of muttered curses follow as he grips his softening cock and sighs in relief.
‘Fuck, that was intense.’ He pants, as one hand comes up to run through his tussles locks.
‘Y-Yeah, but you made me feel so so good..’ You murmur, sleepiness already tugging at you. Nothing puts your ass to sleep faster than good sex.
Court offers a rare soft smile as he appraises your thoroughly fucked out form. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead and before climbing off the bed.
Your body is limp, exhausted and fatigued from the physical and cognitive weight of being throughly fucked. You lay there across a bed, the only visible movement of your chest slowly rising up and down as you caught your breath.
Court leaves for a moment, but when he returns he has a damp cloth as always. He is gentle as he slowly parts your stunning legs once more and lays eyes on your now aching core. Slowly, he cleans his release off you until your clean.
‘There we go, you’re okay.’ Court coos. Just for you.
He moves once again to throw the used towel in the hamper before you have all his attention again. Court helps your tired body reposition on the bed, so your head falls against the plush pillow and he pulls the warm green comforter across your naked form.
You let out a yawn and close your eyes before turning on your side. Court slips into bed next to you and pulls you into his warm broad chest.
‘Tell me how you feel.’ He says after a moment of simply snuggling with each other.
‘I feel good.. How about you?’
‘Amazing, baby.’
“Mm .. did you like that?’ The question is one you always ask during aftercare. Just something you need reassurance on.
Court is more than happy to provide that.
‘I loved every second of it. You did so well for me, pleased me so much, and I already want more.’
“Really?’
‘I swear it.’ He answers solemnly.
A sleepy smile graces your face, but the long day and night are now catching up with you. ‘Mmm.. I’m tired, Court.’
In response he places a kiss on your shoulder and holds you tighter.
“I know, sweetheart. Let’s get you some rest now.’
“Mkay, goodnight.’
“Sleep well in my arms, angel.’
And you slowly drift off, feeling safe, sound, and secure in the arms of your Court.
⤷ Allow Me to Clear That Up, Angel
The morning after you are still laying in bed. Court is already up and moving around to room, gathering his things. He’s already showered and has to be off soon. You do not mind, you quite like watching him get undressed. Or naked. Either is hot when it comes to a beautiful man like him.
‘You okay?’ Court asks, looking up at you as stuffs something in his overnight bag.
You think it over for a second before shrugging.
‘Yeah, I’m good.’
He nods, but doesn’t seem convinced.
‘You were genuinely upset yesterday about Tabitha’s antics.’
The thought of Tabitha made you sigh.
‘Yeah, it is a lot deal with. But it’ll be okay.’
‘Hmm. You know you could always resign.. You do not have to deal with this. It shouldn't be such a heavy burden.'
‘It’s fine, I wouldn’t want to abandon the others either. They are good people.’ You say genuinely. ‘Besides the meetings can be fun when they aren't litigious.. just light and occasionally flirty.’
You giggle thinking of all the little secret ways Court has teased you at them. Yeah, they weren’t half bad. Maybe once Tabitha sued your ass off, you might disagree though.
Court lets out a chuckle too.
‘I find it all rather amusing. The complex issues I’ve seen in my past.. Yet people are here bickering about potlocks and pools. It’s surreal.’
Surprise crosses you. ‘You never really talk about your past.’
‘I guess not.’ He answers, his jaw tightening slightly.
The tone in Court’s voice says not too push that subject, so you pivot to something else on your mind.
‘Don’t worry about last night, by the way.’
‘Worry about what?’
‘All that ermm.. Dirty talk.. What you said last night about me being all yours. I know you didn’t mean it.’ You assure sheepishly.
Court looks at you blankly for a second. His blue eyes squint and he looks deep in thought as he tugs on his wrinkled suit jacket.
‘Perhaps, I have not been direct enough and for that I do apologize.’ Court starts as he finishes fixing himself and walks over to you.
‘Hmm?’ You ask, but before you can question him further, he leans down and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. His hand comes up to caress your face lightly as he does so.
The intimacy of the action causes your face to heat up and you kiss him back slowly. You grip his suit jacket in return and bask in this moment.
When Court finally pulls away he simply says, ‘We play and have our fun, but I meant every word of last night. I know you and you know me in ways nobody else does. You are mine, is that understood?’
Part of you wants to ask Does that mean…
Yet, the intensity of Court’s gaze and the way he’s still lightly stroking your cheek seem to be the answer.
You give a simple nod and release him as he stands back up.
Court strides away confidently and glances back when his hand is on your bedroom door handle.
‘I’m glad we’re on the same page. I’ve got a busy week, but I’ll make sure to see you before the next meeting. Goodbye, sweetheart.’
With that he is gone, leaving you utterly shocked and on cloud nine. When your phone beeps once again to signal another new email, not even that can wipe the smile off your face.
The fact that HOA!Court is already at 3.4K words… I gnawing at the bars of my enclosure
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Oh lovely bee!! youuu give me the drive to finish!! Im coming for you soon, I promise!
Since you are being the most attentive client I've ever had, I shall give you this little snippy. 🤭 tw: dirty talking, humiliation kink, smutish content below, the cut 18+
‘I apologize, but if I may interject?’ Court asks politely, the picture of utterly graceful innocence.
'No, you may not.' You answer swiftly, eyes narrowing at Court.
Court has the audacity to look perfectly chastised and tilts his head in what appears to be confusion. "Oh, have I broken a rule somehow or..? Please do correct me properly... President.'
You blink owlishly at his words and glance around at the slightly confused expressions on the other board members' faces. Right, they believe Court is genuinely about to pose a serious question.
‘I-I just mean we have not opened the meeting to the floor yet, Mr. Gentry.’ You clarify, trying to explain away your particular behavior.
Only Court properly understands the hidden meaning behind your words. The man had already teased you incessantly during your little office quickie about this entire predicament. As he held you down and fucked you just right, earning each delightful squeal and moan, these words were whispered to you:
'Gonna go out there and be nice and professional for me? With my cum still drippin' from your pussy as you sit in public? Everyone's already out there waiting for you, but you're back here taking my cock, isn’t that right?'
'Actually, I know the meeting started late due to the tardiness of your arrival, but the floor was supposed to open for members nearly ten minutes ago. If you consult the schedule, I'm sure you'll see... Dearest President.' Court says with mirth dancing in his cobalt gaze.
Im here to announce that I'm now attracted to Ken. I did not see the appeal before, but my friends have widened my mind.
and I may write him eventually we'll see if I can nail him in my mind. Im tossing ideas at Rebecca this morning and they're cute. But also I'm 3.4k+ into this HOA!Court smut and god willing... we post soon. Im having my usual 'oh no can I actually finish a fic and is this really decent' anxiety.
But, I'm so close and I need to edit it first. I may send it to a friend first because my ADHD ass is surely apparent all over it. Either way so happy to be done and after this I have my Holland x Pianist headcanon request and then we're back to my OG, Ryland concussion request.
Ahh and I need to do the GG Fairy tale stuff as well... quite quickly!
Much to ponder indeed.
Hope everyone is having a lovely morning and if you bothered to read all that ily 💗🌈
