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[kill-alice]

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[carolmaximoffs]

in a crowd of strangers and lovers

summary: of course your ex is working the night you get stood up.

pairing: bartender! ex! bucky x reader

warnings: drinking, cursing, smut, a teeny bit of degradation, bartender! bucky, this is entirely self indulgent, use of a condom for the first time in my writing in i think ever oops

a/n: this has been 3/4 of the way done for so long...finally sat down and cranked out the rest of it. short and sweet and maybe not my best but heres nothin.

You swung your legs idly as you glanced once more at your phone. Only the time glared back at you - no missed calls, no explanation texts, not even a Snapchat or a DM. It was 20 minutes past the time you were supposed to meet the man you’d been talking to for the last couple of months, and you sighed. Obviously, he wasn’t coming. You waved a hand to grab a bartender’s attention before closing your eyes and rubbing at your temples in annoyance. An all too familiar voice disrupted your self-pitying thoughts.

“You look like a tequila girl.” The first words Bucky Barnes had ever said to you. Your eyes snapped open, mouth gaping. Of course...how could you have forgotten? This was the very bar, possibly the very stool you’d met Bucky at. Before you could stammer out a reply, he was making himself comfortable against the bar-top and leaning in conspiratorially. “Hot date?”

“Very,” You sniffed, meeting his gaze in spite of your churning gut. In the glow of a neon sign overhead, his blue eyes burned almost violet. Your heart ached when he beamed, those beautiful stupid eyes crinkling at the corners like they always had.

“Well, sweetheart, you’ve been here for a while now. Show up early?” Bucky propped his chin up with his metal hand; his flesh fingers drummed idly as he waited for your reply. He’d always been able to see right through you; you weren’t backing down so easily this time. You’d actually been late, but Bucky didn’t need to know that. It was bad enough he’d clearly spotted you as soon as you walked in...you weren’t really sure what to do with that information. You lifted your chin, shrugging and looking around as if your evasive date might suddenly show himself.

“I’ll take that tequila now, please,” You replied simply. Bucky’s eyes twinkled with mirth before he turned his back to you.

“Margarita or a straight up shot?” He threw over his shoulder. Your answer was a moment too late - you wouldn’t admit it, but you’d gotten a little absorbed in the way his white tee shirt stretched over the broad expanse of his back. “Y/N.”

“Huh? Oh...surprise me.” You fought the urge to bury your face in your hands again as he smiled and turned back around. You chanced looking at your phone as inconspicuously as possible. Still nothing. Moments later, thick fingers slid a tall glass towards you, rim salted, accompanied with two neat slices of lime.

“M’lady,” Bucky drawled, dipping his head dramatically. He looked up at you beneath his lashes, cheeks straining to contain his grin. Your own face burned and your heart pounded as you mumbled your thanks. You took more of a long gulp than a sip. Just your luck, it caught in the back of your throat, and you spluttered a bit. Bucky looked like he’d won the lottery.

“Careful, sugar,” He crooned, passing you a napkin. Idly, you wondered if, next, you'd fall off the stool. “You know I love to see you choke, but only-” 

“Barnes!” 

Natasha was standing near the door to the back, arms crossed and brow arched dangerously. Your old friend offered you a tight smile before returning to glaring at her employee. Bucky winked before he sidled off, Nat’s eyes narrowing. You wished the floor would swallow you up right then.

It didn’t, and you were swirling the dregs of your margarita by the time Bucky got back. For whatever reason, you couldn’t compel yourself to leave. Not just yet. You were rewarded, however, when he realized you’d hung around; Barnes’ eyes lit up. He bit back another smile, resuming his nonchalant stance against the bar. 

“What was that all about?” You blurted, before Bucky could say anything about the near-empty glass in front of you. His smirk didn’t waver.

“Just Nat lookin’ out for you, s’all. She got off a few minutes ago, wanted to make sure I didn’t give you too much trouble.” His simper stretched into a blinding flash of teeth. “I’m not givin’ you trouble, am I, babydoll?”

You shake your head dutifully, and you think Bucky’s face might split if he grins any wider. His smile drops into something a little more seductive as he tilts impossibly closer. “Looks like your boy toy’s a no show...Sam can cover if you need a little cheering up.” 

Body and brain exploded into disagreement; lust bubbled like lava in the pit of your stomach at his request, but you knew better. You had to know better by now - you were the one who’d gotten too involved in the first place. You floundered, managing to blubber a painful combination of "we shouldn’t” or “I don't think that's the best idea”. Bucky’s face fell, only just, but he was quick to hide it as he untied a thick, worn flannel from his waist. 

“Wilson - headed for a smoke!” He shouted across the bar to where Sam was seemingly tangled up trying to serve a very amorous bachelorette party. His eyes were steely as he looked at you as if trying to pick you apart. “Think on it, yeah? No big deal, sugar. Back in five.” 

You nodded, tracing your finger through the circle of condensation from your drink. You snuck a glance at his retreating form, however, and already wanted to kick yourself. His ass in those jeans...he’d bulked up, clearly, even in the short time since you’d stop seeing each other. And there was no way in hell he thought you wouldn’t notice. The angel on your shoulder was practically throwing a tantrum as you quickly shot a text to your closest confidante.

call me in the am. about to do a bad thing

Wanda texted back almost instantly, but Bucky reentered the bar simultaneously. You clicked off your incessantly active cell phone and put on an expression you hoped wasn’t as much of a grimace as you thought. Bucky raised a single, knowing brow.

“What’s that face for?” He murmured innocuously. You lift a single shoulder in response, working extra to keep your face neutral.

“Changed your mind?” You shrugged again, and when he was sure nobody was looking, he jerked his head towards the back of the bar. “C’mon then, pretty baby.” 

“This is stupid,” You mumbled under your breath. You don’t realize how close he is behind you, jumping a little as the door swings shut behind you. 

“What’s stupid is waiting an hour for some douche when you’ve got me standing right in front of you,” Bucky whispered hotly, already spinning the two of you so your back hit the wall by the doorframe. A case of the imported vodka Nat loved dug into your calves. 

“We split up, Bucky,” You moaned as he licked at the shell of your ear. Honestly, you were half expecting something like “i didn’t know we were together”. Instead, he pulled back for a second to give you sad eyes and a slight twist of the corner of his mouth. Regret? 

Before you could truly ponder it, he was ducking back towards you, lips pressing into yours with a fire fueled by all things left unsaid. He kissed his way down your neck, and you heard his voice from months ago: ‘it’s just sex, sweetheart. just enjoy it’. You were drawn back to the present as he tugged at your lip with sharp teeth, and you recalled his gruff morning voice - ‘I better get going’. Memory pierced your hazy brain even as he slid a hand down to cup your sex. You arched into him, and he looked positively feral even in his delight. You pushed the past away as hard as you could and let yourself melt into his touch. 

As your head lilted backward to likely smack the wall, Bucky tangled a hand into your hair. He tipped your face back up to kiss it incessantly - several to your cheeks, a peck on your nose, a handful of smooches dotted to your forehead. When he finally reached your mouth again you were laughing, breathy and floaty, and he laughed too. He chuckled softly with you even as he slips his hands into your jeans, past the waistband of your cute-but-not-presumptuous panties. He was still chuckling a little, but it was more smug than amused when his fingers parted your folds and you inhaled sharply.

“Yeah,” He murmured, so low you almost missed it. “There you go, that’s my girl.”

You pretended the burst of heat through your gut is from his palm bumping against your clit. You were halfway through a moan when he withdrew his hand, instead placing both dark metal and pale skin on steadfastly on your hips. Swiftly, he placed you on top of those nagging crates you’d been pressed against - despite the marks on your thighs you’d nearly forgotten about them.

“Bucky, what-” You tried, but he cut you off with a swift press of lips to yours, tongue sliding into your mouth with practiced ease. If you sighed into the kiss, well, you’d call it heat of the moment. The familiar crinkling of foil set your anticipation and adrenaline spiking impossibly higher. Bucky pulled away to line himself up as you caught your breath, which suddenly seemed impossible. He rubbed a comforting thumb over your hip, leaning in again to nip playfully at your jaw.

“You ready, angel?” He murmured; all it took was your assenting nod before he slid home, your body greedily accepting him as if the two of you had never stopped. “Fuuuck...missed you. Missed this.”

Normally, such a suggestion would’ve irritated you - but you couldn’t deny the feelings you had had for him once upon a time, despite the casual nature of your relationship. You knew it was mutual; you knew exactly what he missed. It wasn’t just about the sex - even in the dingy storeroom of the bar, Bucky thrusting as deep as possible with one hand stabilizing the crates and the other on the small of your back, panting into each other’s mouths, it was about the connection. Being this close with another person, especially someone you dared to say you’d been good friends with, had much in common with - the interconnection of body and soul was something else. Or maybe that was your orgasm talking.

It snuck up on you. Your toes curled in your shoes, lip drew between your teeth. “Please.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” Bucky rasped, face buried in your shoulder. The hand on your back snaked between the two of you to rub furiously at your clit - you threw your arms around his neck for balance as your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. “Go ahead, let go. Come for me, let me make you feel good, angel.”

That did it. Your hands found purchase in his hair as your back arched; in your desperation to be quiet, you bit your lip so hard the taste of iron crept into your mouth. Bucky never slowed, chasing his own high as well as basking with you in yours. He kissed you, a little sudden, groaning deeply into your mouth as he came.

For a moment, the pair of you were silent, the only sound your heavy breaths and the rustling of clothing. Composing yourself, you made for the door - a hand on your wrist stopped you.

“This was a fluke, I know-” You started. The desperate look in Bucky’s eyes cut you off.

“I don’t...let me try again.” He mumbled, words jumbling together with nerves. He cleared his throat - you’d never seen Bucky Barnes nervous, of all things, and humility wasn’t a bad look for him. “You deserved - deserve better, sweetheart. I want to try again. I want to...I want to do it right.”

“Buck...” Your face softened, but he tensed, fearing rejection. You brought a hand up to cup his cheek softly. “I’d love to try again.”

That nagging voice in the back of your mind was on a roll - you’ll just get hurt again, it warned. He’s not good for you.

But when Bucky’s entire face lit up and he kissed you enthusiastically, making you laugh in equal parts shock and joy, that little voice was silent.

[ramen-rambles]

Quid Pro Quo

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

Warnings: 18+, mutual masturbation, suggestive texts 

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: From being a total stranger you met on a dead Discord server, to literally becoming one of your best friends — Kirishima was one of the most amazing things to ever happen in your life. But what happens when you accidentally screenshot his nudes?!

A/N: My first BNHarem server collab! I was really close to naming this fic Penis Pals, if I’m being honest LOL It’s a lot shorter than I wanted but I hope I did my baby justice. Thank you to my fellow Bakugou Fanclub members for hyping me up and helping me edit this piece. I literally couldn’t have done it without you guys, ILYSM! Read all the other amazing fics in this collab, here.

Taglist: @lady-bakuhoe @bratwritings @redbeanteax

♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。.

Ever since you were in high school, you had always looked up to Crimson Riot — a pro hero who’s strong, manly, and fearless. I mean, who wouldn’t like him? Now that you were in college, there have been many other heroes worthy of being called the best, but Crimson Riot was still going to be Number 1 in your eyes. So, to pay homage to your all time favorite hero, you decided to join a Crimson Riot Discord server. 

You had started looking for any server invites through all platforms of social media. Google, Twitter, Tumblr, but nothing came up. You had started to lose hope, until you stumbled upon a very old server link on an equally old Reddit thread. You looked at the date it was posted and it seemed to have been made all the way back when you were in high school. You clicked on the link hesitantly, definitely not expecting it to work. However, much to your surprise, the link brought you straight to the server! 

“Finally! Something that actually fucking worked!” You thought to yourself, after hours of scrolling though numerous pages of the internet. 

You were a bit hesitant at first, not really knowing what to expect. Were people going to think you were weird for being such a nerd? What if people thought you were annoying? Or worse, what if no one liked you? 

But that didn’t seem to be much of a problem… Considering that the server was rather dead. 

You clicked through the channels — #general, #merch, #photos, #announcements; the last time anyone really said anything was nearly six months ago. “God dammit.” You should have known. All you wanted was a place to fangirl over Crimson Riot, was that too much to ask for?! You got all your hopes up, just for it to all come crashing down. Feeling a bit dejected, it seemed like you had no choice but to leave the server. Not like there was much of a point in staying anyways. 

But then you saw a notification pop up on your screen.

RED RIOT [Today at 7:56 PM] 

@Y/N Hey! How are you doing? I’m the admin for this Crimson Riot Discord. The name’s Kirishima. It’s nice to see a fresh face here :^) 

Y/N [Today at 7:56 PM] 

Oh hi! I’m doing good! I found your discord link on a really old Reddit thread so forgive me for asking but… Is this server still active? I was scrolling through the channels and everything seemed kind of dead tbh LOL

RED RIOT [Today at 7:57 PM]

Well, if I’m being honest, it’s fucking dead LMAO 

Y/N [Today at 7:57 PM]

F

RED RIOT [Today at 7:58 PM]

It used to be pretty active before but people just kind of... stopped. I made this server back when I was in high school because I just LOVED Crimson Riot so much, ya know? He was the one person I really looked up to. Anyways, how did you even find this link? You must have looked real hard LOL

Y/N [Today at 7:58 PM]

HAHA I did, actually! Took me for-fucking-ever to find a server link that actually worked :( I’ve looked up to him since I was a kid too and so I really just wanted a place to express my gratitude for the role he played in my life. Sorry LOL I’m getting cheesy 

RED RIOT [Today at 7:59 PM]

Well Y/N, I’m glad you found this server! You sound like a really great person and I’d love nothing more than to talk to you about our shared love for Crimson Riot, but this server is whack as fuck. Are you down to move to DMs instead?

Y/N [Today at 8:01 PM]

Fuck it. Why not? 

You and Kirishima had been talking for a while now. Ever since you came across his Crimson Riot server, you two would talk almost every single day. You learned that he actually lived near you too. Call it fate. Exchanging phone numbers, following each other on social media, starting Snapchat streaks, meeting up with each other — the chemistry between you two made it seem like you’ve known each other your entire lives. The both of you had practically become best friends. 

To you, maybe it felt a little bit more than just friends. 

Currently, you were mindlessly scrolling through your Twitter feed when you saw that you had received a Snapchat notification, from, you guessed it. Kirishima. You were expecting it to just be a bland streak of his room or something but you saw something that made your fucking jaw drop.

A picture of Kirishima in a tight fitting tank top and a very noticeable bulge that was covered by a pair of dark grey sweatpants. 

You felt your cheeks heat up, a red blush painting across your entire face. In a state of panic, you fumbled the phone in your hands and in the process you had heard a very audible click. You fucking screenshotted his snap.

Fuck. 

You quickly went into your messages and texted him to try and explain yourself. 

[Y/N]

WAIT SHIT. KIRISHIMA. I DIDN’T MEAN TO SCREENSHOT THAT. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. I SWEAR 

Replying almost immediately, you anxiously waited for what Kirishima had to say about your little mishap. You were seriously hoping that he was just going to let it go and you could both just act like nothing happened.

[Kirishima] 

Wow, I didn’t think you’d be the type to screenshot people’s snaps like that, Y/N :( 

[Y/N]

YOU DIPSHIT. I SAID IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. AND WHY ARE YOU SENDING ME SHIT LIKE THAT HUH?!

[Kirishima]

You telling me you didn’t like what you saw? 

[Y/N]

Okay, fine, you looked good, SUE ME. Is that what you wanted to hear?

[Kirishima] 

It’s only fair you send me one back, don’t you think?

You stared at your phone. What the actual fuck. Was Kirishima asking you to send him a fucking nude? You knew it shouldn’t have, but the thought of Kirishima wanting to see your body turned you on. A small shiver running down your spine at the possibility that he liked you in return. 

[Y/N]

Excuse me, sir. I am NOT sending you a nude. 

[Kirishima]

I didn’t ask for a nude, all I said was that you return the favor. Quid pro quo, ya know? 

[Y/N]

Using big words like ‘quid pro quo’, smh. Since when did you become such a politician? 

[Kirishima]

But, if you want to send a nude, who am I to say no? ;)

[Y/N]

Fucking fine. If I show you one, will you shut up?

[Kirishima]

Depends.

[Y/N]

On what, exactly?

[Kirishima] 

On how good it is

Your eyes narrowed at his response. What does he even mean by that, ‘how good it is’? He should be grateful that you even considered sending him one! Based on your replies, it seemed like you were pissed, but in reality, your heart beat faster with every passing minute. You were never the type of girl to send nudes to anyone, but for Kirishima, you were willing to make a small exception. 

You got up from your bed and rummaged through your closet, looking for something that was a bit more provocative. You picked out a red lace bodysuit that hugged your curves and cupped your perky breasts. Sitting in front of your mirror, you touched up your makeup and fixed your hair, checking yourself out one last time before you started taking pictures. You opened up Snapchat and tried multiple poses, making sure the camera captured your sultriness and how good your tits looked. To mock his teasing from earlier you captioned the photo, “Quid pro quo, my ass.” before hitting the ‘send’ button. 

[Y/N] 

Was that good enough for you? 

You heard no response from him for a good five minutes. You started worrying. “Shit. Was that too much? Did I push it too far?” You chewed on the inside of your lip, anxiously waiting for any sort of reaction. 

And then, your screen lit up again. Another Snapchat notification from Kirishima. But this time, it was way more revealing. He had sent you a picture of him palming his erection, and all it said was, “You’re not even here, and look what you did to me :(“ 

Feeling cocky and with a sudden burst of confidence, you cheekily replied, “Why don’t you come here then?” 

In all honesty, Kirishima didn’t live that far from you. You two were only 15 minutes away from each other, meaning that he frequented your apartment whenever he felt like it. He came over a million times in the past, but this time was different. Very different, in fact. Anticipation was building at the pit of your stomach, but so was a familiar heat that began pooling in the middle of your underwear. 

You tried denying your feelings for Kirishima but you couldn’t help it! Everything about him was perfect. His personality, his humor, his voice, his face, his body… You could go on and on about all the things you loved about Kirishima. 

You would have been lying to yourself if you said that you’ve never thought about him with your hands in between your thighs. Thinking about his massive cock fucking your tight pussy, his fingers rubbing your clit in all the right places, or the way his tongue would feel sucking on your hardened nipples. 

You’d always wonder if he ever felt the same way but he didn’t really seem like he was. 

That was, until tonight. 

You stared at the clock on your wall and saw that 10 minutes had passed, a loud knock on your door making you wake up from the dream like trance you seemed to be trapped in. You quickly turned the doorknob, letting Kirishima inside of your apartment. 

Without saying a word, he pushed your back against the wall and began to roughly grab the side of your face. He captured your lips with his, meeting his kiss with the same aggressiveness, making your head spin at how good it felt to finally get a taste of him.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for us to do this?” He panted, moving down to place sloppy kisses against the crook of your neck, leaving sharp bite marks and dark bruises littered all over your pretty skin.  

“Haaaa, that should be my line” you moaned, “You know how many times I’ve touched myself to the thought of you?” You whispered teasingly, biting the soft flesh of his earlobes. “How many times I wished it was your fingers inside of me instead?” You trailed your fingers down to his, intertwining them with one another before you dragged him into your bedroom. 

You pushed him down onto the mattress, gently getting on top of him and straddling his waist. Grabbing his hands, you placed them on top of your tits, giving them a rough squeeze before you began grinding your wet heat against his clothed cock. 

”Fuck, Y/N, are you sure?” He groaned, “As much as I want this, I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with —“ 

“Eiji, shut up. If I didn’t want this, would I be this wet for you?” You slipped your panties off to the side, two of your fingers dipping into your cunt, showing off the slick that stringed in between your digits. “Here, see for yourself.” You brought your coated fingers up to his mouth, making him suck it until not a drop was left. 

“Shit, you taste so fucking good,” He smirked, “Why don’t you show me how you touch yourself, princess?” 

You slowly made your way off of him, leaning back to position your body against the plush sheets. Slowly spreading your legs, you made sure he got a good view, your pussy practically dripping from how aroused you had become. You snaked your hands down back against your thighs, fingers finding its way onto your throbbing clit. Kirishima was sitting in front of you, all of his clothes still on.

That didn’t seem very fair, now did it? 

“Stroke your cock for me, Eijirou. Quid pro quo, right?” You said wickedly. You stood up quickly to remove the rest of your lingerie, Eijirou’s eyes glued to your body, watching your every move as you moved your hands back to their previous position. 

Kirishima let out a small laugh before he finally stripped himself of his clothing, pulling down his boxers to reveal his impressive length that was already oozing precum. “Is this what you wanted to see?” You nodded desperately. 

“You wanted to see me jerk off while I watch you touch that pretty pussy of yours?” Kirishima began moving his hand against his girth, gathering spit in his mouth before letting it drip onto the head. Lubricating his cock with a mix of precum and spit, he slowly started moving up and down his length. Matching your rhythm, as he watched intensely at the fingers that were still stuffed inside of your cunt. 

Soft moans started escaping your plush lips, the collective sound of small whines, and frantic gasps beginning to fill the room. “Fuck, Eiji. You look so hot stroking your cock like that. Do you imagine that it was my pussy, instead?” You say, panting intensely. 

“Fuuuuck. I’m gonna pound your tight little cunt so hard that you’re not going to be able to walk for days.” He sped up his pace, you quickly following suit. Your fingers pumping vigorously, you continued to rub tight circles over your sensitive clit. 

You were getting closer and closer to the orgasm you craved so much, and the look that Kirishima had on his face indicated that he was too. Your cunt clenched tightly around your digits while Kirishima’s fist held a vice grip on his cock. You had been waiting for this moment for so long, the intensity of your orgasm was surely going to rip through you like a plundering tidal wave.

 “A-ah, Eijirou! I’m so fucking close for you.” Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt yourself cum all over your fingers, your arousal gushing onto the bed sheets and covering the inside of your thighs. 

Kirishima quickened his strokes, the sight of your pleasure the catalyst for his own release as he continued to jack hammer his cock at an animalistic pace. “Please, baby, cum for me, I wanna see you cum all over yourself.” You whined, watching closely as you patiently waited for him to reach his end. Your filthy words were the last push he needed. 

“F-fuck Y/N! I love you so fucking much” he groaned loudly. A few more pumps, and ropes of his cum started painting his chest white, covering his sweaty body, as the remnants of both your orgasms stained the bed. 

You both looked at each other with half lidded eyes, still trying to come down from your intense highs. Breathing heavily, you looked at him greedily and whispered, “You know, I’ve always wondered how good it would feel to fuck myself on your cock.” 

“Well, I did say that I’d pound your cunt so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk for days...” Kirishima cooed as he ran his fingers along your exposed thigh,

“I’d be more than happy to show you, Princess.” 

♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。.

[mudhorn-djarin19]

Camping Trip Chp 5 (Frankie “Catfish” Morales x f!reader)

Summary: The boys take a couple retreat weekend and Frankie doesn’t want to be the only one going alone. So he invites you his best friend since high school to come along. Will the trip finally push you two who have had crushes on each other for years together? Warnings: mutual pining, language, piv sex (unprotected), fingering Rating: Explicit/Mature

This is a bit of a shorter chapter but I hope you enjoy! Also a few have been asking to be on my tag list so I will start to be adding those. If you’d like to be added to mine just reply for DM me <3 AO3 Link Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 6 Masterlist Join my taglist via here!

Frankie shifts to sit up and lean his back against the toolbox he has taking up the width of the truck bed’s back. You follow suit and lean your head against his shoulder watching as the gang all drives away back to the cabin. Your hand entangles with his, his thumb rubbing circles on the back. He stays watching the gang leave and as soon as they're out of sight he’s wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you towards him. You move yourself over and sit on his lap, straddling him, arms wrapping around his neck. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you in his grip. Shifting on his lap a little bit you feel his bulge already straining against his pants. You pull his hat off of his head and place it on your own, running fingers through his messy curls, admiring how soft it feels under your fingertips. He chuckles at the sight of you in his hat and peppers kiss on your face, moving down your neck to your collarbone. You feel his warm and calloused hands slide up the back of your shirt a bit, rubbing the soft skin of your back. “May I?” He asks, not wanting to push anything.

“Please.” You whisper into his mouth as he kisses you. 

He pulls his hat off your head tossing to the side, his jacket you borrowed next and then slowly pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side as well. He groans at the sight of your breasts before him, running a finger over the edge of lace on your bra cupping them. You smirk at his dumbfoundedness and slide a hand up under his shirt. Stroking his soft belly and pecs, slowly pulling the shirt off as you go. You chuck his shirt to the side with yours and smile sliding your hand back down his chest again, nails leaving light marks as you go.

“Sorry… I’m not as in shape as I used to be or as much as the other guys…” Frankie sighs.

“Shh. I like you just how you are.” You smile, continuing to slide your hands over his torso, kissing his collarbones.

You wiggle your hips a bit and grind down on him some more, forcing a groan out of him. He grips your hips and grinds back up against you. His fingers find their way back up your back and undo your bra, pulling your breasts free.

“Fuck hermosa…” He sighs, taking in the sight of your naked breasts before him. He cups them with his hands and rubs his thumb across your nipple which releases a whine from you. He smirks taking note that you like that. He leans you back in his arms and brings his mouth down to your breasts, kissing around them and between them before flicking his tongue over a nipple. You whine again and grip his biceps.

“Frankie…” You whine, digging your nails into his biceps as he continues to lick and suck, switching between both breasts. You wiggle in his lap, grinding down on him more. “Frankie please…” He pulls away from your breasts and looks up at you with dark lust filled eyes. “Please what?” He smirks.

“Frankie you know what... “ You groan. “I know but I want to hear you saying. Been dying 20 some years to hear you say it.” He chuckles.

“Please… fuck me Frankie.” You whine as you pull yourself up and lean into his neck, kissing his sweet spot. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” He slides a hand under your ass, one around your waist leaning you backwards before laying you down. Him pinning you from above. 

Your hands find his belt and start to work at undoing it, sliding it off through the belt loops. You start to work at undoing his jeans next but struggle to get them past his hips. He chuckles at your struggle and sits up to finish removing them himself. You can’t help but stare at the tent in his boxers. He leans back down and slides his hands up your thighs before hooking fingers in the waistband of your leggings. He looks up at you again making sure you’re still game. He sees you nod and slides them down your legs, eyeing the damp spot already forming in your underwear. He moves a hand down and runs a finger gently over the spot. “Wet already hermosa?” He smirks, hooking his fingers onto the waistband of your panties and tugging them down off your legs. He sucks a sharp breathe in at the sight of you naked before him. Finally after all these years. “Shit… you’re beautiful. I mean I already knew you were but....” He says, leaning forward to press a kiss to your mouth, working his way down your neck, torso to your core. He grabs your thigh with one hand, easing you open and uses the other hand to stick a finger into your folds, swabbing gently at the wet already collecting. He eases a finger in, getting a whine out of you.  “You like that?” He asks and you nod and say yes just barely above a whisper. He eases another finger in, slowly pumping them in and out of you. His thumb finds your clit and starts to rub circles with it before adding a third finger in. He works at pumping his fingers in and out of you and rubbing your clit for a while, at the same time breathing hot kisses into your mouth. He feels you start to shake a bit under him, your release coming forth. “I-I’m gonna…” You start to choke out before it’s already washing over you once he picked up the pace a bit. Once you come down from your release he pulls his fingers from you and sucks them into his mouth, licking them clean. 

“Always knew you’d taste sweet hermosa.” He chuckles.

You blush and tug on his boxers he is still wearing, cupping his length through them. “Frankie…please. Stop teasing me already. Hasn’t 20 years been enough?” You chuckle.

He chuckles back and lets you pull them down off his hips, his cock springing forth once released. You stick your tongue out and wet your lips at the sight of it. Fuck he’s even better looking than you imagined. He shuffles his boxers down the rest of the way and kicks them to the back of the truck, kneeling in front of you then. “How do you want me?” He asks, eyeing you. “However you want. I just want you.” You reply. He sits down against the toolbox again, legs spread a bit and pats his lap. “C’mere.” You start to crawl up his lap sitting on his thighs, your folds rubbing his cock ever so slightly. He groans at the feeling before he realizes… “Shit!” He cusses. “I… I don’t have a condom on me. Didn’t think I’d be getting lucky this weekend.” He chuckles then groans. 

“Frankie it’s fine. I’m on the pill and clean.” You smile, cupping his cheek. He nods. “O-okay yea. I’m clean too. I just… fuck.” He sighs. You look at him questioning but he shakes his head and pulls you closer to him, your hips lifting ever so slightly so he can line himself up at your entrance. 

“Ready cariño?” He asks, staring you in the eyes.

You nod and slowly sink down on him, moans emerging from you both until he bottoms out inside of you.

“F-fuck… you’re tight baby.” He groans, gripping your hips and waiting to move until you give him the go ahead.

“Frankie…god I can’t believe it took us this long to get here.” You chuckle and slowly start to swivel your hips and rise back up on his cock, before sliding back down again.

You ride him for a bit, lifting your hips up and down, while he lifts his to keep with yours. He leans you back in his arms a bit, and presses kisses down your jaw and neck, stopping at your collarbone where he leaves a mark. You feel your second release slowly coming forth as you continue to ride him. Feeling your walls start to contract around him he slides a hand down to where you are joined and rubs at your clit. After a few caresses your release washes over you, soaking Frankie’s cock. You moan in response and bury your face into the crook of his neck. Frankie continues to fuck you through it, his release following soon after. Ropes of him release filling you. Coming to a slow you pull back from the crook at his neck smiling up at him and breathing heavily. He smiles back at you and crashes his lips against your own, not pulling out of you just yet. 

“Fuck that was amazing baby.” He mumbles into your mouth. 

“Agreed.” You chuckle. 

You both sit there for a few minutes wrapped in each other’s arms, calming down from the moment. Once both calmed down you slowly crawl off of him, both of your releases dripping out of you.Frankie chuckles and grabs his shirt, wiping away the excess to help you clean up, then wiping himself off. He chucks it into his toolbox then not caring and will deal with it later. You continue to smile up at him until you shiver. The heat of the moment leaving you and realizing you are stark naked in the back of a truck, in the cool of the night. The air brushes over you again and you are quick to grab your clothes pulling them back on. Frankie chuckles and follows suit, throwing on his spare jacket he keeps in the truck since he used his shirt as a clean up rag. “Let’s head back to the cabin and warm up. You’re cold and I don’t want you getting sick. We can keep each other warm in bed.” He says with a wink.

You chuckle and nod. “Yes please. I forgot we were outside for a bit. The cold is hitting me again and brrr.” 

You both roll the blankets up, stashing them in the toolbox and hop of the truck into the cab to head back to the cabin. You slide over to the middle seat on the drive back, head resting on Frankie’s shoulder while he rests a hand on your thigh. The whole drive Frankie is praying everyone is asleep cause he knows the gang knows what you were up to after Pope interrupted you and he doesn’t feel like being tormented. Even though he knows he will be eventually.

Translations: Hermosa - beautiful Cariño - sweetie

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Kurogiri x F!Reader-NSFW

pic credit: Chrilm4esz -DeviantArt

Summary: Kurogiri is jealous of the fact that you had a past with Dabi.

warnings:uhm…y-you bang…That’s it.

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"Ya come here often?" You would chirp, grabbing a seat at the tall bar stools.

"Don't you think that one is getting a bit old?" He would sigh, placing a cleaned glass into its slot.

"Are you on the menu?" You smirk, sipping your drink while batting your eyelashes at him.

"Perhaps, for a price everything can get onto the menu" The tall man would then slowly refill your drink, pouring the liquid until it almost spilled over at the brim.

"Tryna get me drunk?" you tease, pulling the hem of his sleeve, placing the bottle he was holding between your lips.

You would slowly gulp down the sweet drink, tilting his arm up.

His other hand found your chin, gently sliding it down to your neck so he could feel the waves of what you just swallowed.

"Maybe, if you were actually paying for this, that is"

He grabs a tissue from his suit, wiping the drop that was about to slide down your lips.

For the past month, you would sit here and drink with him, keeping him company in the late hours.

"Well mister, you were the one that refused my....payment methods....so what's your excuse for still pouring my drinks?" You delicately rub the rim of the glass in front of you, collecting the salt from it, sticking your tongue out and licking up the crystal substance.

"Sadly, I don't accept overused bills."

You grit your teeth at his remark, digging your nails into the wooden table.

"Just because I had gotten laid a few times in my life doesn't make m-me overused, you, on the other hand, should work on that". The way your voice cracked made him stare down at you, chuckling mockingly.

The league knew you had a few flings with Dabi over the years until for some reason the two of you stopped the whole "casual sex" deal.

The reason being, you taking a serious liking into the bartender that obviously thought fairly low of you.

You grab your phone, putting it into your purse, standing up sharply.

You calmly head out of the bar, biting the insides of your cheek.

"Did I make you mad doll?" he questions, taking a seat behind the bar, waiting for you to come back just to yell a 'fuck off' into his face.

You would just sigh to yourself deciding to ignore his remark.

As you slammed the door behind you, Kurogiri feels a pang of guilt in his chest.

Yet he wasn't about to come running after you, he said what he said and he wouldn't try to fix it.

The jealousy he felt was overpowering every other emotion he would have normally felt.

"You have no idea what you've just done, don't you?" a voice snapped his attention to the other end of the room.

"I just stated the facts. Now mind your own business."

Blue flames lit up the room for a split second before dying down when the black haired man slammed his fist into the wall.

Apart from being your "fuck buddy" Dabi was also your closest friend for years. The only reason none of you caught feelings was because of an already established friendship.

"Can't believe I'm not getting my dick wet because of your ignorant ass" Dabi was about to leave and go after you, but a purple mist engulfed him and he was back in his place.

"What do you mean because of me" The man would demand, clenching the glass into his fist.

"Are you blind? You have to be....She's fucking whipped for you, she has been flirting with you for months! The fuck is your problem, leading the poor girl on...you are just desperate for attention because nobody wants your ghost ass"

Kurogiri would retreat his portal, letting the man pass through, placing the glass gently on the countertop.

The man knew he fucked up, big time.

He downs a full shot before rushing off to find the girl.

You suddenly stop dead in your tracks, the feeling of being stalked sending a chill through your bones.

Suddenly a purple portal would form in-front of you, your eyes narrowing down on the familiar figure.

"Can you lea-"

"I came here to apologize."

Your eyes meet his, an apologetic look gracing his features.

"No need, you just expressed your opinion." you try to go past him, but his hands would gently pull you against him.

"I did not mean what I said, to be honest, my views on you are the complete opposite of what I have said" Kurogiri's hand then lifts your chin up, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

"What, you were jealous of Dabi?" you smirk, leaning into the palm of his hand.

"Yes. I was." His lips then meet yours, the purple mist engulfing both of you, teleporting you to a small bedroom.

The pace of his kiss wouldn't even give you a chance of thoroughly observing the room, the only thing that caught your eye being a large painting of a purple sunrise.

Your purse was dropped to the floor as the man slid your blouse over your shoulders, latching his mouth onto the soft skin of your neck.

As you gripped at his arms needly, pulling him closer to your small frame.

He would then push you back towards his bed, the back of your knees hitting the soft cushions as he towered over you.

Just the sight of you sprawled under him makes him remember why he fell for you, your eyelids half closed as he drew patterns over your skin.

With you, everything was so perfect, so easy.

The talks you would have with him, although full of flirting and mutual bickering would always leave him with a newfound adoration for you.

You were usually able to feel his emotions and intentions just from the way he moved, making it easier for him to get his space when he needed some , but also annoying him each time he tried to keep stuff to himself.

Honestly, self doubt was the only thing making him believe that you would never fall for him too.

I mean, his body was completely covered by mist and the only way you could know he had one was if you were to touch him.

He then pushed your skirt up, his fingers sliding the panties off of your body.

One of his hands kept the material of your skirt firm against your stomach, making it easier for him to snuggle his tongue between your folds.

"I'm still mad at you, ya know!?" you protest ,reaching to grab at his hair.

He hummed satisfied, as you pushed his tongue deeper into you, coating his chin with your own juices.

His free hand finds it's way over your thighs, the coldness of the mist making you shiver as his hot mouth lapped at your cunt.

He took his sweet time at working you open, the sight of your perfect pussy fully ready to take him in any minute.

He pushed two of his fingers into your hole, his thumb finding place at your clit, the friction making you push your hips up into his hand.

The soppy noises of your drenched cunt filled the room as he pumped the fingers faster into you.

Just as you were about to cum, his movements abruptly slowed down, the pace not being enough to push you over the edge.

He then pulled away from you, wiping his fingers off on your skirt.

Your protests were silenced as he again found your lips.

You could hear a belt being undone, making you eager to feel how big he was.

The tip of his cock then glides over your cunt, lubing himself up as he spread your thighs further apart.

"Do you want me to?"

You would eagerly nod, closing your eyes as he pushed into you at an agonizingly slow pace, making you feel the continuous stretch of your walls around him.

The thrusts began slow and deep, enjoying the way your pussy tightened around him each time he hit a certain spot.

He stares directly into your eyes as they struggled to stay open. Gradually, his high was coming closer , making him slam into you at a sharper pace, the thrusts still as deep.

Your legs wrapped around his torso, making it hard for him to fully pull out of you.

His poundings were now sloppy and rushed, feeling your walls clench around him as you finally came all over his cock.

The way your body shook as he continued slamming into you had him seeing white moments later, gripping your hips until his fingertips ached, hot cum painting your inner walls.

He barely gathered his breath before pulling out, watching his cum leak out of you, feeling as if he marked you inside and out, as his.

Soon enough he would have you secure in his arms, a blanket wrapped over the both of you, leaving small pecks all over your face as you playfully tried to push him away. You would fall asleep first, the comfiness making it almost impossible to resist.

He stays awake just for a few additional moments, observing your body as it completely relaxed into his hold, a dumb smile plastered across his face.

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Afterhours

Cam x Kurapika

Another writing commission!✨ It’s Campika supremacy on this blog at all times! I LOVE YOU CAM! If you are interested in commissioning me, send me a DM!

Warnings: 18+, NSFW

Word Count: 1.6k

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It was common for Kurapika to do overtime in his line of work, but recently it seemed like these late nights were endless, one after another after yet another, which left you craving him even more than you already always did. You’d give up just about anything to have him there next to you with his arms wrapped around you exploring your body as you fell asleep. Instead, you were spread out in the sheets of your bed feeling yourself up enjoying a fantasy where the hands on your body were his instead of your own.

Those fantasies weren’t enough to satisfy your current desires. You couldn’t touch yourself the way Kurapika touched you. He knew every inch of your body, crafting his movements in ways he knew would instantly make you fall apart. Even if you tried your hardest to mimic his motions, they felt foreign. They lacked the love, the intensity his actions carried. How could you fall asleep by yourself tonight without the taste of his lips? You didn’t want to, so you weren’t going to.

You knew where to find him. You knew what you wanted: him.

Practically jumping out of bed, you threw on your sexiest dress shirt and slacks, quickly brushing your hair and getting somewhat presentable before hopping in your car to go surprise him.

Excitement coursed through your veins as you snuck into his work building, strolling quietly down the hallways toward his office. The dim light radiating from the crack of his door was enough to confirm his presence inside. Grabbing the knob with one hand, you twist it slightly before lightly knocking on the wooden door.

“C-come in?” Kurapika mumbled in a tone full of uncertainty, surely he wasn’t expecting company at this late hour. But as you entered through the door, his confusion faded and was instantly replaced with a warm, welcoming smile. “Cam, my love, what are you doing here?” Although he was curious about the reasoning, he was more so happy that you came to see him unexpectedly.

“Isn’t it obvious, Pika?” You teased, walking over to where he sat and taking a seat in his lap, straddling his thighs. “I wanted to surprise you.” As you sat face to face, you couldn’t help but kiss him, passionately pressing your lips against his before he could respond to your teasing.  As you shared kisses, enthusiastically matching each other’s tongue movements, you loosened his tie and started to work the buttons on his shirt before taking it off his body and tossing it to the side.

“Let me take your mind off work for the night, baby.” You breathed between kisses while running your hands up and down his muscular stomach. You could practically feel the smirk growing on Kurapika’s face, despite being in the midst of making out. Rather than respond to your request, he wrapped his slender fingers around your throat lightly squeezing to restrict your oxygen intake.

“There you go again always wanting to please me.” He purred, gracefully lifting you from his lap and directing you into the office chair where he once sat. With ease and determination, Kurapika unbuttoned your pants, sliding them along with your boxers down to your shoes in one smooth motion, where you then kicked them to the side so as to not let them impede on what was soon to come.

“What are you going to do about it?” you choked out with an unwavering smirk. The energy in the room was fueling you both, the mix of lust and lust taking over your inhibitions. Kurapika’s eyes began shining a beautiful shade of scarlet, a dead giveaway of his reaction to your taunting. Those scarlet eyes were your favorite sight; he looked so sexy when he was beyond riled up, so clearly determined to get his way.

In a matter of seconds Kurapika had formulated a plan for pleasing you, eagerly settling between your opened legs which were now slung over his shoulders. He softly peppered kisses up your thighs, stopping just short of your pussy. Your stomach burned with anticipation, desperation growing as he continued to tease you and kiss rougher to the point leaving purple marks all over your thighs. The way he was so focused had you just as hooked, addicted to the sensation of his lips against your skin. You softened into his touch, becoming more aware of how sensitive you were to it. Sensing your arousal, he halted the kisses and grins deviously at you.

“You’re always so needy for me, Cam.” He cooed, “My oh-so-sexy and desperate boyfriend. I fucking love it.” You couldn’t help but sheepishly grin at his words. He was right and you both knew it. Unable to form a sentence from being so worked up, all you managed to do was intertwine your fingers in his hair and guide him towards your already aroused entrance. Taking your hint, he ran his tongue up and down your pussy making sure to use extra pressure on your clit. His motions were calculated and precise, every movement of his tongue making you squirm and moan.

After a couple minutes of getting you slick and loosened up, he inserted two of his fingers into you, curling them as he pumped them in and out of your core. The mixture of his tongue work and fingering had you breathlessly crying out his name, only getting wetter and yearning for another part of him inside of you instead. Your body was like a puzzle to Kurapika, one which he had completed a million times before but still enjoyed doing, treating every time like it was the first. You were so mesmerizing, he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Need m-more” you begged cravingly, ready to be filled with cock rather than his fingers. The feeling was mutual as the sight of you falling apart beneath him already had Kurapika extremely aroused, which you could see from his erection growing in his pants. As he removed himself from between your legs and stood up, he unbuttoned his pants and let them slide to the ground. Taking your hand, he helped you stand up before hastily lifting you onto his desk, where you sat legs open, restlessly anticipating his next move.

“I love seeing you so worked up over me babe” he cooed as he spit on his fingers, gliding his wet digits over your entrance with swiftness. He leaned in toward you, kissing you gently at first before becoming more passionate and tongue-filled. As you kissed, he lined his dick up with your entrance, pressing against it lightly to tease you yet not fully penetrate you yet. Consumed by your lust and impatience, you wrapped your legs around Kurapika and pulled him into you, both moaning in unison as your pussy stretched slightly to adjust to his length.

Not wasting even a second, Kurapika began to thrust in and out of you, reveling in the feeling of your warm, dripping wet pussy wrapped around his cock. Your kisses were sloppy, occasionally stopping as either you or he moaned before starting up once again. He was just as desperate for you as you were for him, despite his cool outward composure, which was quickly falling apart as he fucked into you. Each stroke was sending you both toward your inevitable climax. He fit inside of you so perfectly in the same way your tightness was so pleasuring for him. You were the perfect match for each other, bodies working in harmony to achieve a shared goal.

“F-faster,” you whined between kisses. You were unexpectedly thirsting for an even rougher pace than he usually went and Kurapika didn’t intend to disappoint you. He gave you exactly what you wanted, but at the price of his fingers wrapping around your neck, restricting your oxygen intake once more as he deviously grinned at you.

“Are you really in the position to be making demands?” He taunted with a hint of playfulness before picking up his pace and intensity. His words alone were enough to rile you up even more, an orgasm bound to ripple through your body at any moment.

“G-gonna cum,” was all you could manage to mutter as bliss took control of your boy and your pussy pulsed and tightened around Kurapika’s dick. Despite your obvious orgasm, he continued to fuck you, removing his hand from your throat and placing them on your hips to strengthen his thrusts, a sensation so surreal you couldn’t help but moan out his name. You could sense that Kurapika was also bound to cum at any moment. His once rhythmic pace was slowly fading, becoming more choppy and inconsistent in the speed.

“Fuck,” Kurapika hissed; at the same time you felt his dick twitch inside of you, a clear indicator of his sweet release. As you remained seated on his desk, you wrapped your arms around Kurapika, he stayed standing but rested his head on your shoulder. You were both at a loss for words from the extreme pleasure, trying to collect your breath and composure; you enjoyed a moment of silence, just happy to be there in that moment with one another.

After a couple more moments, Kurapika lightly kissed you before reaching to the ground for your bottoms to help you get redressed. Once you were situated, he pulled you into his arms, looking down into your chocolatey brown eyes. His loving gaze was something you could never get enough of. You both smiled at each other, feeling so at home in one another’s arms.

“I love you, Kurapika.” you smiled softly, squeezing him tighter.

“I love you so much too, Cam.” Kurapika hummed, running his hands through your hair and planting a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’m glad you came to surprise me tonight, babe. I needed this.”

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[+18]

Mutual masturbation

[Rumi Usagiyama x Fem!Reader]

[Warnings: dirty talk, mutual masturbation, phone sex, you taking Rumi's strap bro I dont make the rules.]

[I don't own any of the characters or art work, all credit goes to the original creators. The story is mine tho]

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"Ah baby carrot you're doing so well for me~ Keep rubbing that pretty little pussy for me yeah?~" Rumi's voice was low, husky almost and with earphones on you could hear it so damn well. Right now you had your laptop open in front of you, legs spread and your fingers rubbing on your sweet spot as your free hand gripped the bedsheets beneath you. You were on a video call with your girlfriend Rumi, more well known as the number five hero Miruko. She told you that even though she was at work she was able to sneak off to get some time to tease you or at least watch you masturbate for her, the reason being she hasn't been at home.

Hero duties have become increasingly harsh lately and well you missed your rabbit girlfriend. "Ah, baby carrot ya gotta rub that clit a little more before you can slide your fingers in that pretty little hole..." once again her voice was low and it sent shivers throughout your body. "Ah... I know, but please... please Rumi... I want it in so badly." You whined, your eyes were basically glazed over with pure and utter lust for her. "What do you want baby carrot?" Your fingers caressed your clit making your hips buck. A sharp inhale coming from the rabbit soon after seeing your face twist in pleasure.

"I-I want to cum please~ please please I want it so badly~" you begged the rabbit hero. "Ya wanna feel yer' fingers pumping in and out of that slutty little pussy? Edging ya on till ya cum nice 'n hard all over those pretty fingers of yours?" Her words made you shiver and nod furiously, gods you wanted it. You wanted to feel something filling your pussy. "Then go for it~ c'mon show me how slutty you can be~" her words edged you on at this point your middle finger and index finger slid inside you, pumping in and out of your soaked hole. "Ah fuck look at that, the way yer' juices glisten on those cute fingers of yours, I can't wait to get home and eat that pussy out~ fuck I might even fuck ya." There was a pause as you mewled the rabbits name, hips lifting slightly and pressing more into your hand causing some friction between your palm and clit which edged you on more.

"That's what ya want right? Do ya want me to fuck ya? Fuck ya nice and good with my big fat cock?" Her words were driving your body insane, you wanted it, you wanted to be fucked by Rumi over and over until you couldn't think straight as usual. So all you could do was nod vigorously. "Ah fuck baby, if ya don't say it I won't do it~" she hummed happily licking her lips. "Please. Fuck please, I want it... i want to be fucked by your big fat cock until I can't think straight please?~" the way you pleaded had the rabbit feel far more excited than expected. "Fuck you make it hard to say no baby~" she hummed. "By the way, ya still haven't noticed that I'm in the apartment baby." As she said that the door flew open almost making you jump but there she was.

The rabbit hero dressed up in her hero uniform, but what was this? She had on your favorite black strap that imitated a normal cock, it was about ten inches long and rather girthy. Rumi loved this one too because she loved watching your expression as she slowly slid it inside you and not to mention that it pleased her too so you both had some good sexual experiences. "Yer such a good girl for me ya know that?~" Rumi teased as she pulled off her gloves and moved the laptop aside before settling between your legs, giving you a deep kiss.

"Why...? Why didn't you tell me you were home...?" You whimpered quietly against your lovers lips making her chuckle. "I wanted to give ya a nice surprise baby~ did ya like it?" Her fingers threaded through your hair as she placed soft kisses on your forehead. You nodded slowly. "Next time tell me, I wanna dress up..." you said with somewhat of a pout making her chuckle, her lips giving yours a soft kiss before pulling back. "Of course baby carrot~" she said, pulling you to lay on your back, putting your legs over her shoulders. The tip of the fake cock rubbing against your pussy lips making you whimper quietly. "But as an apology, I'll fuck ya till ya can't think straight~ just like I promised~" Rumi hummed before slowly sliding herself in by inch into your sweet pussy making you moan, hands gripping tight onto the bedding. "Ya know what I like 'bout this cock? I can feel ya pussy squeezing on it like crazy~ did'ya miss it that much baby carrot?" She asked giving your leg a soft kiss.

"Y-yes..." you answered in a breathy moan, the cock was about half way now your legs already trembling a little from how filling it was and gods Rumi was happy, the way your face contorted into pleasure and those desperate whimpers falling from your lips had Rumi riled up. The rabbit leaned down slowly and captured your lips in a deep kiss, her tongue running along your bottom lip making you instantly part your lips allowing her to slither her tongue inside. At that moment too she gave one last thrust shoving in the last five inches of the cock making you yelp out against her mouth.

"Ah fuck baby... that expression always turns me on..." Rumi mumbled against your lips. "I couldn't help myself at all." At this point your legs were trembling even more and you felt like you were about to cum and Rumi felt it. "Ya gonna come just from me shoving my cock inside ya?" She teased and you managed to shake your head letting out somewhat of a breathy moan. "Don't lie baby carrot~ I know ya wanted to cum nice 'n hard around my big fat cock~" she teased nudging your head to the side so she could kiss your cheek. "I-I did... please lemme cum.." you breathed out heavily. "I can never say no to you bunny~" she hummed giving you one last kiss before her hips started moving.

The pace started off slow and sensual, slowly picking up pace. Slowly the sound of skin smacking against skin filled the room. "S-shit..~" even you couldn't hold back with how harsh the rabbits thrusting was becoming it was driving you crazy, especially with how it hit all your sweet spots. "Shit baby... look at ya, yer so pretty taking my cock like that~" Rumi huffed out. The pace was becoming rough but pleasurable, your moans along with the skin slapping against skin was also becoming louder. "G-goood~ fuck... you're gonna make m-me ah~ cum~" you couldn't really talk with out letting out breathy moans. "Ya gonna cum? Ya gonna cum... shit... nice 'n hard for me?" She was edging you on  getting you to reach your orgasm.

You nodded vigorously, whimpers and moans escaping your lips. "Careful bunny, the neighbors might complain if yer' too loud again~" Rumi teased a little, but with little restraint she moved her hips faster, still continously hitting your sweet spot. You definitely couldn't hold back that whiney moan. "I-i can't... help-... fuck... it, you're fuckin' me so good.. ah!" Just as you finished the sentence you let out a loud mewl from that thrust Rumi gave, your pussy walls tightening around the cock that was relentlessly moving in and out of you. "Horny baby carrot~ cum all over my cock...~" her voice faltered a bit, but she didn't stop not until you started cumming.

Your back arching as your love juices squirted put all over her cock, legs trembling and breathy moans escaping your lips as your eyes screwed shut. Rumi took in every inch of you, from that expression to how your knuckles had gone white from gripping on to the bed sheets. "Ah fuck look at ya~ so pretty even when ya cum~" she hummed letting ride your high, she even moved her hips in a slow sensual pace for you. "I ain't done with ya bunny, I'm gonna fuck ya after dinner cause I'm starving, so don't think this is all yer getting tonight~" she said.

You nodded slowly as she pulled out pressing soft kisses to your temple. She definitely wasn't lying when she said that she wasn't done with you. By morning when you had woken up you were sore and covered in a plethora of bite marks and your hips were very much sore. Not that you really complained it was always good when Rumi went wild like this.

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Bir öpücük [One kiss] | Berke Özer and Zeki Çelik

Word Count: 2,931

Warnings: Cheating, Oral Sex (male and female giving/receiving), Age Gap (4-5 Years), Third Person POV

Summary: When She and Berke get in a fight, Zeki is there to comfort Her...

A/N: I asked and nobody answered so you're getting it anyway xx This is my entry for @footballffbarbiex's latest writing challenge for the Forbidden Love category and I wrote this last night because I got inspired. Biiig thank you to @meteora-fc and @sammisze for the proofreading and extra suggestions. Enjoy y'all <3

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“Where have you been?” She sounds like a petulant child - or worse, a concerned parent - and regrets the words the moment they leave her mouth.

Berke shoots her a look, rolling his eyes as he starts to undress. “Out. What business is it of yours?”

“I’m your girlfriend.” Her voice is shrill to her ears and she hates it. “You didn’t think to invite me out?”

“Just wanted a guys night. Is that so wrong?”

“Not at all! I just wish you’d communicate better sometimes.”

“I’m twenty-one - what do you expect?” He mocks, throwing what she usually uses as a teasing excuse when he fucks up in her face.

They haven’t been together long - a little under three months - but things were serious enough for him to bring her with him to Turkey from Belgium with his latest call-up to the U-19 side of the national team. They’d met through mutual friends, and the attraction was immediate. She had been hesitant, though, with their age gap, but Berke had assured her that four years wasn’t that big of an age gap, and their relationship had started from there.

She soon learned that dating a younger man - especially one of Berke’s status - wasn’t all she’d thought it would be. Berke’s rising fame as a skilled keeper, the media likening him to now-manager Şenol Güneş back in his career when he was one of the “Trabzonpor Efsanesi”, quickly took a toll on their relationship. A simple Google search had told her just how prestigious of a title that was, and part of her was surprised that he wanted to date her when he could be out playing the field.

Then, there were the red flags. He preferred to DM her on Instagram or just send her a simple wordless Snapchat; if she wanted to call him or FaceTime, they’d have to plan it so far in advance that Berke would ultimately forget about it. Whenever he was with her, he always seemed to be glued to his phone. She wasn’t completely immune to distractions either, and she’d played on her phone a few times too, but something about when he did it unnerved her.

She mostly brushed it all off, hoping it would all die down once the season was over and the two of them could go on holiday together and get to know each other on a different level. In a way, she’d been looking at this trip to Turkey as a practice holiday, but now she fears they’re about to be over before they even really had a chance to begin.

“I don’t expect much, Berke,” she says, searching for her words. “Hell, I don’t even care where you went tonight - I just would have preferred to know if you were gonna be out late so I could’ve gone to bed hours ago.”

“So I forgot to text you? So what?! I wasn’t aware I was dating my mother.” The way he says the word has her reeling. They haven’t shared too many intimate, deep stories, but she knows that Berke is well-aware of the fact that she hates being compared to anyone’s mother and that she’s insecure enough about their age gap as it is.

“Well, I wasn’t aware I was dating a child, so I guess we’re even,” she sneers, barely concealing her tears as she exits the hotel room she and Berke are sharing and makes a beeline for the hotel bar.

She takes a seat at the bar, relaxing a bit when her quick scan of the patrons tells her that nobody else she’d know is there. Her Turkish isn’t great - Berke had promised to translate - but ‘shots’ and ‘another’ seem to be universal, and after downing a few shots, she switches to a double Scotch on the rocks. As she drinks, she replays the last few hours in her mind. She knows she let her insecurities get the better of her and she regrets it; she also wants to apologize but it’s late and she figures Berke either left the room or is asleep and she doesn’t really feel like going back up to the room and finding out which one it is.

“You okay?” Zeki Çelik’s voice brings her out of her thoughts.

“Huh?” She turns to face him, confused.

“You let out a sigh… I assume something is wrong?”

“Oh.” She laughs awkwardly, running a hand through her hair. “I didn’t realize I’d done that.” She gives him a small smile, gesturing to the empty barstool beside her. “You can sit if you want.”

Zeki returns her smile, taking the seat she offers. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She drains her Scotch, signaling to the bartender who appears. Zeki puts in for two club sodas, and even though she throws him a glare, she doesn’t correct him as she starts, “Not really. Berke and I had a fight.”

“Oh.” Zeki nods sagely and she can tell he wants to ask more but he doesn’t.

The two of them sit in silence for a few long moments before she finally caves. “It was a long time coming, I think. We didn’t break up, obviously, but we definitely said things that were both on our minds.”

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Zeki says, taking a sip of his club soda when it arrives.

“It’s okay,” you reply, waving off the sentiment with your hand. You’re tipsy now and you want to talk about it. “He compared me to his mother and I called him a child.” You let out a derisive laugh, shaking your head. “It was ridiculous.”

“Why?”

“This is exactly what I worried was going to happen when the two of us started dating but Berke swore our age difference wasn’t a big deal to him…”

She trails off and Zeki finds himself studying her intently. “You’re older?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, nodding. “Almost five years, actually. I’m 25.”

“Wow - I just assumed you were younger.”

She giggles, shaking her head. “No. I think I just need to learn from this. I just need a smaller age gap - or just stick to older guys.”

“You just need to find a younger guy who appreciates you,” Zeki says softly, making her pause. The way he’s looking at her isn’t like anything she’s ever seen on Berke’s face, and against her better judgment, her heart starts to beat a little faster. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear and her breath hitches.

“Zeki-”

“I know,” he replies, looking away. “We can’t. You’re with Berke.” He runs a hand over his face and down his beard - an action she doesn’t miss - sighing. “I would never do that to a teammate and a friend - no matter how into their girlfriend I was.”

“Wh-what?” She’s stunned, blinking rapidly as she tries to process his words.

“It wasn’t intentional, don’t worry,” Zeki backtracks, chuckling nervously. “I just thought you were beautiful when I first saw you. I didn’t know then that you were Berke’s girl, but in that moment, I fell for you.” He pauses, draining his club soda. “Anyway, I’ll leave you alone now, but I sincerely hope you and Berke work it out.”

He gets up to leave and she puts a hand on his forearm, looking up at him. “Stay. Please? You can tell me I’m beautiful some more if you’d like,” she jokes, relieved when he laughs and sits back down.

Something tells her they’ve both crossed a line, but it feels good to just sit and talk with an attractive man who thinks she’s beautiful, not giving Berke a second thought as she laughs with Zeki.

When she yawns and Zeki follows seconds later, they both know it’s time to turn in; they’ve drunk their fill of club sodas and her mini-hangover from the shots and Scotch is getting the better of her. Zeki wraps an arm around her shoulder, steadying her as she stands, and she can’t help leaning into his touch, sighing contentedly. He’s not as tall as Berke, but she doesn’t miss how good it feels to have him rest his chin on top of her head as they wait for the lift back to their respective floors.

Their ride is quiet yet comfortable, but she gets confused when the lift stops on his floor first but Zeki makes no move to get off. “I’ll walk you to your door,” he says nonchalantly, and she hates the way her heartbeat picks up at the basic chivalry he’s just displayed.

“Thank you,” she whispers, looking up at him. She’s still tucked into his side and the knowledge that she’s going to be leaving his warmth in a matter of minutes has her feeling a sense of loss she didn’t know she was capable of feeling.

The lift door opens on her floor, and suddenly she doesn’t want to get off. Zeki waits patiently, watching her attentively as the doors close and she moves to press the number for his floor again. “The problem is,” she starts as the lift begins to descend again, “is that I don’t want to go to my room right now.”

Zeki swallows hard at the innuendo, his grip around her waist tightening almost imperceptibly. “Balım, if I let you come to my room, we won’t be sleeping.” Honey.

The doors open again and she walks out with Zeki, weighing her options. She knows that she shouldn’t, but Zeki feels so good and she doesn’t want to go back to her room with an angry Berke. “One kiss,” she says when they stop in front of Zeki’s hotel room. She’s almost certain this kiss will erase her attraction to him and she can go back to the bar and drown her sorrows before she actually goes to bed.

“One kiss,” Zeki murmurs, stepping closer so she’s pinned between him and the wall. His eyes are dark with lust and she swallows hard as she looks up at him, her tongue peeking out to wet her bottom lip, making Zeki moan.

Slowly, as if in a dream, she places a hand on his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat underneath her palm. Her other hand winds around the back of his neck, her fingers threading in his hair. Zeki’s hands are on her waist, his touch burning through her clothes and searing her skin.

The moment his lips touch hers, she’s gone. Zeki kisses her like he’s kissed her a thousand times, with just the right amount of pressure and neediness that leaves her wanting more. When he breaks the kiss, they’re both breathing heavily, but she needs more. Her eyes search his and without another word, she stands on her tiptoes and drags him back down for another kiss.

She doesn’t know how he kisses her while fumbling for his key card, but Zeki never breaks the kiss even as he opens the door and leads her inside his hotel room. He turns on a light and she uses the opportunity to take off her shirt, giving him a wicked grin when he does a double take at her in her bra. “Fuck!” He curses in Turkish, taking her back in his arms as his hands slide up her back to unclasp the bra. “Çok güzelsin,” he murmurs before kissing her again. You’re so beautiful.

Her bra falls to the floor and Zeki is quick to palm her breasts, pressing kisses to the tops of each of them before taking each of her nipples in his mouth. She cries out, arching her back as her fingers find his hair. His scruff scrapes across her sensitive skin and she knows she’s probably going to have beard burn in the morning but she doesn’t care.

Zeki leads her over to the bed, watching as she falls backward and reaches for him, pulling him down on top of her with ease. It’s her turn to undress him, her moans of approval sounding as she runs her hands down his muscled torso. He can’t think straight when she reaches for the button on his jeans and he’s quickly pulling them off his body so he can do the same to her.

“Zeki!” She whimpers when he hooks his fingers in the waistband of her panties and tugs them down, the cool air hitting her pussy as he spreads her legs and kneels between them.

“Be good for me, Balım, and I’ll make sure you get to cum,” he murmurs, kissing his way up her inner thighs. The sensation of his beard brushing over the skin of her inner thighs goes straight to her clit and she knows she’s already dripping wet for him.

She loses it when he finally puts his mouth on her pussy. He looks up at her from between her legs as he sucks her clit and she almost cums from that alone. Zeki continues to speak Turkish to her as he eats her out, loving the way she comes undone from his words alone. He can feel his cock throbbing and he knows he won’t last long inside her, but he focuses on giving her a mindblowing first orgasm.

When Zeki commands her to cum for him, her body’s response is immediate. Her inner walls clench around the two fingers he inserted inside her, her fingers fisting the bedsheets as she writhes under his touch. He kisses her hard, drawing out her orgasm by curling his fingers inside her, and she can taste herself on his lips.

“My turn,” she says wickedly, dropping to her knees to play with his cock. He’s already leaking precum and she wraps a hand around his shaft, giving him a few pumps before she puts her mouth on him.

Zeki lets loose a string of Turkish when she takes him as far down her throat as she can, gagging on his length. His fingers find her hair and he tugs, pulling her mouth off his dick before he can cum. “I’ll cum down your throat later,” he growls, his heavily-accented English sending a thrill down her spine. “Right now, I need to be inside you.”

She doesn’t protest when he bends her over the bed, taking her from behind. He fucks her roughly, pulling her hair to make her arch her back so he can hit her pussy from an angle that makes her eyes roll back. “Zeki, please!” She begs, her face pressed into the mattress.

His deft fingers find her clit and it isn’t long after that she’s cumming around his cock, milking his orgasm. She can feel his cum coat the inside of her pussy and she knows he’ll be dripping out of her when he pulls out, a thought that turns her on.

The moment Zeki pulls out of her, he goes to get cleaned up. He brings her a warm washcloth and proceeds to carefully clean her up, making sure to run the rough fabric over her clit a few times so he can watch her pussy spasm around nothing. “Such a good girl for me,” he praises, trailing kisses down her back.

“It wasn’t hard,” she counters, giving him a cheesy grin as he settles in bed and motions for her to join him. She falls asleep in his arms, sated and content.

It isn’t until the morning when she wakes up and fully realizes the ramifications of what she’s done.

***

Waking up in Zeki’s arms feels like a dream, and she’s almost sure she’s dreaming until he shifts and stretches, giving her a small smile. “Günaydın,” he says, his voice rough with sleep. Good morning. “How did you sleep?”

She doesn’t answer him, instead moving to throw back the covers and find her clothes. “Shit!” She curses, running a hand through her hair. “I’m a mess; I should shower before I get back, right? God, fuck, Berke’s gonna know something’s up.”

“Look at me, Balım,” Zeki says soothingly, getting up from the bed and coming to rest his hands on her shoulders.”It’s gonna be okay - we’ll figure this out.”

“I can’t believe I cheated on him,” she whispers, covering her mouth with her hand as she tries to keep tears at bay. “I...I was mad at him - I never thought I’d do something this awful.”

“I know, I know you didn’t mean it,” he says, pulling her into his arms against his better judgment. The regret in her voice makes him feel hollow, but he doesn’t dare put his own feelings on her in this moment. After all, it isn’t fair for him to have slept with his teammate’s girlfriend, regardless of how he’s felt about her this last week. “Don’t worry. This was just a one-time thing and I promise I won’t tell him unless you decide to.”

“You won’t?” The relief on her face as she looks up at him makes him want to die, but Zeki nods.

“I won’t. Now, let’s figure out what to do. Why don’t you shower here and then we’ll figure out what to do next, okay?”

***

Zeki watches, heartbroken, as she goes back to Berke like nothing happened. Logically, he knew that the two of them wouldn’t have lasted even if she’d dumped Berke for him, but it still hurts. He knows this is for the best, that lying to Berke was the only way to keep the team together (or, at least, that’s what he’s telling himself), but he can’t help wishing he was the one on her arm instead.

[eeyore101247]

Study Date

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request from @flower-child2021: Hey I saw that your request were open and that you would do smut.. so I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is kinda like Tony's child but she's adopted (she is 16 like Peter) and they were supposed to be studying but they wind up dry-humping and F.R.I.D.A.Y tells on them which leads to Tony almost cathcing them.. (I'm sorry for making this so long.)

Warnings: Smut and fluff

1,481 words

Masterlist

You laid sprawled out on your bed, pen between your teeth as you read over the same words for the thousandth time. You were studying for your college finals, which were coming up fast, and your boyfriend, Peter, had offered to help. You had thought being a Stark would have made it easy, but it didn’t. You knew you were going to pass your Chemistry and Calculus finals with flying colors, but your English 101 and American History classes not so much.

“Y/N, what year was the Pendleton Act signed and what was its purpose?” Peter asked from his place beside you. You groaned in response, wracking your brain for the answer. You were horrible at remembering dates.

“Uh, 1885 and something about government jobs being awarded based on merit and competitive exams.” You answered, looking over your shoulder at him. Peter gave you a sad smile as his eyes met yours.

“You were close. It was signed in 1883 and made government jobs be awarded based on merit, government officials were selected based on competitive exams, and made it unlawful to fire or demote an employee based on political reasons.” Peter said as he looked back at your notes. He gently squeezed your thigh as his eyes met yours once more. “You’re getting better.”

You huffed in response, turning your attention back to the English notes you were reading over. “At this rate, the best I’ll get is a C.”

“A C is still a passing grade, love.” Peter said softly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your thigh. You pinched the bridge of your nose, struggling to keep your frustration at bay. Peter didn’t understand the expectations that came with being a Stark. The strive for perfection and straight A’s to please your father.

“But it’s not the grade of a Stark.” You huffed in frustration, dropping your face in your English notes. You knew your dad would kill you if you got anything less than an A, blaming Peter for always distracting you. It wasn’t his fault that you could recite the entire periodic table forwards and backwards, but couldn’t remember the important dates in America’s history. You could barely remember everyone’s birthdays, having resorted to keeping a calendar on your wall with their birthdays written inside.

“C’mere.” You heard Peter say softly. You turned your head, seeing him pat his lap with a gentle smile gracing his lips. You let out a sigh as you sat up, crawling onto his lap and burying your face in his neck. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, fingers sliding under the fabric of your shirt to rub circles into the bare skin beneath. 

“My father’s gonna kill me.” You muttered into the warm skin of his neck, closing your eyes as you let his touch calm and relax you. You felt at home in his arms, and you drank it in as you sat there. If you didn’t manage to pass history with at least a high B, you would be forced to spend hours with Steve in the training room as he drilled America’s history in your brain while you did push ups. 

“No he won’t cause I won’t let him.” Peter said softly into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple as you pulled away to look at him. Your eyes met his, his love for you swirling around in his honey speckled chocolate gaze. You admired him as you sat there, gently reaching up and trying to smooth out his unruly brow with your thumb. 

He gently grabbed your wrist, placing kisses along your palm as his gaze bore into yours. You felt your cheeks grow warm, your heart swelling with the love you felt for the man in front of you. You let out a giggle as his lips traveled up your arm, slowly pulling you close to him once more. His soft curls tickled your skin as he buried his face in your neck, a groan leaving your lips as he left his mark on the sensitive skin.

Your fingers tangled into his curls, other hand gripping at his shoulder as his tongue swirled around the reddened skin. You knew it was going to leave a bright purple mark that you’ll have to cover up, but you didn’t care as he left open mouthed kisses up your neck and along your jaw. His fingers slid underneath your shirt, hot against your skin as his eyes met yours once more, dark and smoldering. 

“Pete, you know we can’t.” You muttered, your stomach twisting pleasantly under his gaze. Your noses brushed against each other as he leaned in, his lips ghosting against yours. “Dad has cameras all over the tower.”

“He won’t know if we don’t take our clothes off.” He whispered, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It was sloppy and needy, but still perfect as his tongue danced with yours. You weren’t sure if Peter’s plan was going to work, but it would help you relax and get rid of some built up frustration if it did. 

You rolled your hips against his, your shorts a barrier between him and your growing wetness. You knew this was a terrible idea, but with your growing stress and the fact it had been weeks since you could last be intimate with your boyfriend, you gave in with ease.

His grip on your waist tightened as he groaned into the kiss, feeling his cock hardening through his jeans as you continued grinding your hips against him. He bit down on your bottom lip, drawing a moan from you as you pressed against him.

“Fuck, it’s been too long.” He muttered against your lips, breaths mingling as your lungs burned for air. You nodded against him, hands traveling down the front of his shirt. You slid your fingers underneath, exploring the toned muscles beneath. His shirt rode up with your hands as your fingers explored his chest, tracing along every dip and definition they came across. 

His lips pressed against yours once more, swallowing each others moans as his hips bucked up against yours. You wanted nothing more than to tear your clothes off and feel his skin against yours as he fucked you into the mattress, but you knew if FRIDAY caught you, she would tell Tony and you’d be in for a world of hurt. So you settled with grabbing one of Peter’s hands and guiding it to your core. 

“Peter.” You moaned against his lips as his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts. He groaned as his finger slid between your folds, swirling your arousal around his finger as you continued rolling your hips against his.

“You’re so wet, Y/N. Shit.” Peter mumbled, his lips trailing across your jaw as his finger circled around you clit. You gasped, hips stuttering against his as the knot in your core grew impossibly tight. His other hand gripped your waist tighter, most definitely leaving bruises as he guided your hips against his. 

“Fuck, s-shit, Peter.” You moaned, your fingers finding their way to his hair, tugging on the brunette curls as he moaned against your skin. You could feel yourself quickly approaching the edge as Peter’s fingers worked their magic against your core. “I-I’m getting close.”

“Come for me baby girl.” He moaned in your ear, his hips bucking up against yours. His words sent you over the edge as you cried out his name. You soaked his fingers in your juices as you bucked your hips against his, his lips moaning your name against your skin as he hit his high not long after you. 

Your bedroom door swung open minutes later, Peter quickly pulling his hand out of your shorts and hiding it between you. Your dad stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the two of you.

“FRIDAY told me you two were up to some funny business.” Tony said as he crossed his arms over his chest. Your heart hammered in your chest as you wracked your brain for an excuse. You felt Peter fumble around beneath you before producing your history notes.

“I-I was just helping her study Mr.Stark.” He stuttered out, eyes wide as he stared at Tony. Your father just sighed and shook his head.

“You’re a horrible liar Parker. You hurt her, I’ll hunt you down.” Tony said before walking off, closing the door behind him. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you looked at your boyfriend, his eyes still wide as they met yours.

“That was close.” You muttered softly, unable to contain the giggle that slipped past. “If he had come in minutes earlier, he would have most definitely caught us in the act.” 

Peter nodded as he chuckled, placing a sweet kiss against your lips. “Come on. Let’s finish studying.”

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[petitrenard]

Juliette

It had been three months since Paris and Juliette couldn’t get Ethan out of her mind. The 48 hours that they spent together in her suite at the George V were so intense; Ethan laying across her lap and sucking on her nipples while her hand slowly stroked his cock, Juliette riding him reverse cowgirl teasing his orgasm for hours, carnal experiences that brought her to orgasm again and again and that played on a near constant loop in her mind.

The morning that she was headed back to Chicago she left Ethan asleep in her room. They hadn’t spoken about what would happen once they left each other, but they both understood that the world created in Room 507 couldn’t exist anywhere else. She simply sent him a DM: ‘à bientôt j'espère’.

Now here she was in her apartment and a week past her deadline daydreaming, again. Damn it Ethan. Juliette grabbed her phone and opened up Instagram. She started a DM to him but didn’t know what she would say, so instead she just stared at their old conversation. Nothing in 3 months Jules.

The front door burst open, cans rolled onto the floor and the noise startled her back to reality. “Jules! Can you come help? I got more than I planned.” Juliette’s fiancé Miles had moved in shortly before the mandatory quarantine went into effect for the city. The past few months had been a lot for everyone, but for a recluse like her they had been especially trying.

She walked to the kitchen she scolded herself for feeling impatient with him. No one likes quarantine. Everyone’s having a hard time. Be grateful for your life. Miles had gathered most everything by the time she got into the kitchen. “You look nice! I got most of it if you want to start wiping everything down with me.”

“Thank you. I was just on my way to light a candle over at Holy Name.”

“Is there a holiday or something?”

Juliette hadn’t really thought about how she was dressed, but with quarantine every event outside of the house felt like a holiday. She was wearing a simple black silk dress with cap sleeves, her favorite Chanel sandals, her grandmother’s diamond earrings and her grandfather’s crucifix. It was so hot and muggy she had pulled her hair up into a bun.

“Nothing like that my love. Guess some of the old traditions stuck.”

Juliette had attended parochial school through high school and had been a devout Catholic until her sophomore year at Notre Dame. There was no dramatic event, she simply experienced what most college kids experience - a deepened interest in other cultures and perspectives. She still said a prayer to St. Anthony when she couldn’t find something and no matter what she still gave up candy for lent.

“Ok well, I’m about to jump on a marathon Zoom call with L.A., so I’ll see you when you’re back. Thai for dinner tonight?”

“Absolutely.”

She washed her hands, grabbed her purse and mask and headed out the door. It was only a few blocks to Holy Name Cathedral and even through a mask, Juliette loved the air of a Chicago summer afternoon. Even during quarantine there was an energy that felt electric. It also felt sticky and she was glad for the air conditioning of the church.

No matter how far she was from the faith, Juliette could always find calm sitting in a church and today was no different. She crossed herself with holy water before entering and headed to the private chapel behind the altar. She was there to light a candle, but it was selfish. She hadn’t prayed in years, but it was worth a shot to get Ethan out of her head.

Although it had been a while since she’d been to church, Juliette’s steps were purposeful and she hardly needed to look up to find herself at the private door of the chapel. It was a small, dark door located at the end of a long hallway tucked behind the altar. The architecture was intended to make you feel as though you’re in a sacred and private place. It always made Juliette feel that way.

She opened the door to the chapel, stepped inside and took off her mask. It was dim inside, the illuminated crucifix on the wall and  the prayer candles providing the only light in the small room. As she walked towards the first pew she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and let out a gasp. She quickly put her mask back on.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“Jules?”

Juliette froze.

“Ethan?” With that Ethan stood up from his pew and walked over to Juliette. She could hardly believe it and when he got to her she gave him an awkward hug.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came back home to visit my folks right before the E.U. closed it’s borders.”

“Oh no...”

“Yeah...so now I’m living on the second floor of my parents place over in Lake Point Tower.”

“Wow...that’s...”

“A little challenging, yeah.”

“So what, you’re here lighting a candle asking Jesus to give you the strength to endure?”

Ethan laughed and looked down at his shoes. “Something like that.”

“No, but seriously, is everything ok?”

“Yeah, my Mom is meeting with the Monsignor about a donation that our family’s making - she asked me to tag along and now they’re off looking at cloisters or something and I needed a break.”

Juliette’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She had come here to forget Ethan and here he was. Being this close to him made her body ache for his touch. She remembered it intimately, and for a moment was lost in the memory of Paris.

“Jules, you ok? Your cheeks are bright red.”

She came back to this moment, pulled down her mask and was angry that her blushing cheeks betrayed her.

“I am, sorry. It’s just hot. I should sit down.”

Ethan stepped aside and Juliette walked past him to the last pew. She kneeled and crossed herself before she slid down the bench. Ethan scooted in next to her. She pulled a small bottle of water out of her purse and took a sip. Some of the water spilled on her chest and as she looked for something to clean it off with Ethan handed her his silk handkerchief. She cleaned herself off and handed it back to him. He took a moment, then buried his face into it.

“Smells like vanilla.”

Juliette closed her eyes and held her breath. Her pussy was throbbing. Her nipples ached for him to suck. Without thought, she crossed her legs and arched her back, causing her to let out a very quiet moan. When she opened her eyes, she cocked her head to the side and looked down at the floor. Control yourself.  

She was taking deep breaths and that caused her tits to slowly rise and fall with emphasis. Juliette reached her hand up to the crucifix that was dangling between them and placed it between her lips. Control yourself. When she did this, she saw a shimmer of light shine off her engagement ring. She looked out from under her eyelashes towards Ethan.

His eyes were glued to her tits and he was noticeably hard - summer linen really didn’t hide much.

“Jules, I didn’t write because you’re engaged and I’m trying to be a good guy.”

Juliette nodded her head. “I understand. I’m trying to be good too.”

She took another sip of water and as she did, she lost her grip on the bottle. It slipped out of her hands, soaking the front of her dress and tumbling to the ground. She’d been so happy to be in the air conditioning, but the combination of the cold water and the cold air betrayed her modesty. She hadn’t worn a bra that day, so every bump of her hard nipples were visible as the silk clung to her body.

They both froze for a moment. Then Juliette turned to Ethan and grabbed the silk handkerchief again. She slipped the straps off her dress and pushed them down to her elbows to reveal her soaking wet tits. She was a 36F, but her tits were still firm with pale pink nipples that tipped up slightly. Juliette grabbed herself and began to gently dab her tits dry. She looked over at Ethan, took a deep breath and continued touching herself.

Ethan let out a low groan as he watched her. He was doing everything he could to be good, but when Juliette gently grabbed his head and pulled him towards her lap and arm, he didn’t resist. Juliette held Ethans head in her right arm and placed her nipple on his eager lips. “That’s good Ethan. Take it.” He grabbed her with his hands and began sucking and gently biting her nipple.

It was Juliette’s turn to groan. When they were in Paris, they had discovered a mutual passion for role play when he first began sucking her tits. It was something that she hadn’t explored with anyone else and the exhilaration she felt in that discovery was like nothing she had ever experienced. She bent over and kissed his forehead as he continued sucking on her.

“Does that feel good?”

Ethan looked up at her and nodded his head yes.

“Good. Do you want to feel even better?”

Again Ethan nodded yes.

She smiled at him as she reached her hand towards his pants. She grabbed his cock and started to slowly jerk him off. Her palm gently slid over the head of his cock and she used the precum to lube her hand. The only sounds that could be heard were the sucking of her tits and the rhythmic light slapping of her hand around his cock.

Juliette looked up to the altar and quickly begged for forgiveness, but Ethan’s insistent sucking pulled her back to him instantly. She had been stroking him and knew by the way he was sucking on her that he was close to cumming, so she gently pulled her tits away from his mouth and stopped stroking his cock.

“That’s enough for right now. I came here to light a candle and say a prayer.”

Ethan groaned and grabbed for her tits again. Juliette pulled back again and scolded him. He reluctantly sat up and started playing with his cock. Juliette grabbed his wrist and held it.

“If you can’t wait until I’m done, I’m going to have to make sure you wait until I finish.” She took his hands and made him sit on them. “Keep your hands under your legs until I come back from lighting my candle and saying a prayer.”

His hard cock was sticking out of his pants and the precum was dripping down the shaft. Juliette got on her knees and put her mouth near the tip. His cock was so close and she stuck her tongue out and got so close to it that he could feel her warm breath on him.

It took everything he had not to shove himself inside her mouth and he moved slightly in a desperate attempt to brush himself up against her, but she moved her head. “If you don’t touch yourself while I’m up there, I’m going to give you everything you want when I get back here. But you can’t touch yourself or put yourself away.” Then she took the handkerchief and covered his stiff cock.

Then Juliette left her tits hanging out of her dress, walked past him and went up to the front of the chapel to light a candle. As she passed the door, she locked it. As she lit her candle, she said a prayer out loud. “Lord, please make sure that Ethan is good and doesn’t touch his cock.” She walked up to the front of the chapel and stood at the altar.

“Ethan baby, are you still sitting on your hands?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to touch your cock?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to touch your cock?

“Oh fuck yes.”

“With my titties?”

“Please.”

“You said the magic word. Come up here to me.”

Ethan got up from his pew and walked to the altar where she was standing. Juliette leaned up against him, turned him around and he laid back on the alter. She grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip and all of it’s precum on her tit. He moaned as she gently twisted her necklace around the tip of his cock and flicked it lightly with her finger.

“Juliette. Please...”

“What Ethan? Please, what?”

“Please let me cum. I’ve been very good and I need to cum.”

Juliette smiled and unwrapped her necklace from his cock. She stood up pulled her panties down and then pulled the tip of his cock to her wet, bald pussy. Ethan pushed eagerly. Juliette kept him at bay.

“Ethan. You haven’t talked to me for 3 months. That’s not very nice. I don’t think that I should let you cum.”

“Please let me cum and I won’t do it again.”

“I’ll let you cum, but first I want to know that you’ll never not talk to me for 3 months again.”

“Never.”

“And I want to know that you’ll always suck on my titties when they ache for you to suck on them.”

“Always.”

Juliette loved to watch his cock twitch. She had gotten herself to the edge of cumming playing with him and wanted to have him explode all over her. Ethan stood against the altar as Juliette backed away, and she pulled her panties down a little off of her pussy and began rubbing her clit.

“Ethan, jerk yourself off into my panties baby. I want to walk home with your cum splashing against my pussy. It would make me so happy.”

Ethan began furiously jerking himself off. He pulled her top down and began sucking on one of her tits. She grabbed his other hand and stuck two fingers into her pussy. Ethan had been edging for so long that he started cumming as soon as he started fingering her pussy. He stifled a yell as he shot his hot load all over the front of her pussy and in her panties.

Juliette spread her pussy lips to make sure that she was covered in his cum. She took two of her fingers and began rubbing her pussy with his cum. She stuck them inside of her pussy, pulled them out and then pushed them into Ethan’s mouth. She then kissed him deeply to share.

When his cock finally stopped, she smiled at him as she pulled her cum filled panties up to her pussy. His cum spilled out and started to slowly roll down her upper thigh. Ethan put his cock away as Juliette fixed herself. She walked back to the pew, picked up her purse and mask and then went and unlocked the door.

She turned to him and said, “If you have your own floor at the tower, I’m assuming you have your own entrance?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then I’ll be by tomorrow at 11 so you can suck my tits. If you’re a dirty boy when I get there, we’re going to have to take a bath so I know you’re clean.”

Ethan smiled...“I’ll see you then.”

Juliette walked out of the chapel and closed the door. She stood in the hallway for a moment to catch her breath, her head spinning. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. When she looked down the hallway, she saw Ethan’s mother, Teggy Stevens, and the Monsignor walking towards the little chapel. FUCK. Juliette attempted to make herself blend into the wall, but to no avail.

“Juliette? Juliette is that you?”

She composed herself and drew a deep breath. “Mrs. Stevens, hello! How lovely to run into you.”

The two of them quickened their pace as they headed towards Juliette. “What’s with this Mrs. Stevens nonsense? It’s Teggy! How is your family doing?”

Juliette chatted with Teggy and the Monsignor for a few moments, talking about all the latest news around Chicago. Who’s at which club, how the ladies of a certain set are handling the quarantine and how long and hot the summer felt already.

“Oh Juliette, it’s so lovely to see you. The Foundation is making a donation to the diocese, you know, during these horrible times we really must dig deep, anyway the Monsignor and I started talking and Ethan wandered off somewhere. Probably on the phone with work. The poor thing hasn’t stopped working since he got marooned here with his old Mum & Dad.”

At that moment, the chapel door opened and Ethan stepped out.

“Oh Ethan, there you are dove, mummy was looking absolutely everywhere for you. Look who I ran into! Juliette!”

Ethan turned to Juliette and nodded his head. “Hello Juliette, how nice to see you again.” Even with his mask on, Juliette could feel Ethan smiling.

“Ethan. Nice to see you as well. Your mother was just telling me how you wandered off from her earlier. She was worried you were working too hard. Shame on you for making your Mummy worry.” Juliette arched her eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, “Plus, I couldn’t imagine anyone working hard in such a beautiful church.”

It was Ethan’s turn to blush, and the Monsignor unknowingly came to his rescue.

“Speaking of working hard, I must apologize, I need to go prepare for this afternoon’s confession. Teggy, I’ll send over the rest of the paperwork to the foundation today.”

With that Teggy grabbed Juliette on one arm and Ethan on the other and talked a mile a minute as they headed out to the courtyard. Juliette looked at Ethan and couldn’t believe that she was walking arm in arm with his mother while her panties were filled with his cum. She was so lost in her thoughts that when she came back to the moment Teggy was looking at her smiling.

“Well dear?”

“Oh, I’m sorry Teggy, I...”

“Nevermind, I won’t take no for an answer, we’ll see you both tonight at 9:00. Luddy has a lovely summer menu planned, we’ll tell her to add two plates.”

Suddenly it dawned on Juliette that she was being asked to have dinner at their place and bring Miles. She couldn’t think of a worse idea.

“Oh, Teggy, I can’t. I mean, Miles is headed back to California tonight for the next 10 weeks.” Juliette purposely didn’t look at Ethan, “The studio is making the entire cast and crew quarantine together while they film.”

“Then you’ll be alone and need the company. We’ll see you at 9. We can have driver pick you up. I won’t take no for an answer.” and with that Teggy and Ethan were off down Michigan avenue.

Juliette stood on the sidewalk in front of the church. She had forgotten what it was like to be on the receiving end of midwestern hospitality. She took a moment to compose herself and headed home.

She was a block from her place when the skies opened up on her. Any other day she would have been annoyed, but today she was grateful. It gave her the perfect excuse to come home and jump right into the shower.

Miles was in their bedroom still on his call and packing up his suitcase. Juliette gave him a quick kiss, said hello to “the coast” and slipped into the shower. Her heart was pounding as she stood under the water and watched Ethan’s cum drip down her leg. Juliette, you are the worst. She began to wash her hair and as she was soaping up Miles came through the door.

“Jules! The car is here, I’ve gotta go. I’m coming in to kiss you.”

He popped his head into the shower and smiled. Juliette walked to the edge of the glass naked and soapy. Miles groaned, “Oh man...are you sure you don’t want to come with me? 10 weeks away is going to be torture.”

Juliette smiled. Juliette, you’re the worst, Miles is the best and fuck all the way off ma’am. “I would love nothing more than to spend 10 weeks in Palm Springs with all of you, but I need to finish my next book. I won’t be able to do that on set.”

Miles shook his head, “I know...it was worth a shot. There’s Thai in the fridge, sorry I couldn’t wait!” He grabbed her close and kissed her hard. “I’m going to miss you. I’ll see you in 10 weeks.” They kissed a little longer and he let her go.

“I’ll see you in 10 weeks. Text me when you’re there.”

His phone rang and it was his producer. “Yeah, I’ll be right there!” He gave her a quick kiss again and headed out the door.

Juliette felt a pang of guilt at how relieved she was to be alone in her apartment for the next 10 weeks. She took a long time in the shower and when she got out, she walked naked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of whiskey.

Juliette opened the windows of her apartment to listen to the sound of the cars driving through puddles down her street. “Hey Siri, please play Fiona Apple’s Tidal album.” She grabbed her laptop, set her alarm for 2 hours and sat down to begin writing.

It was dark out when her alarm rang and it was still raining. 7:30. She had made decent progress on her next chapter. All right. You’re going to get ready to go over to have dinner with the Stevens family. You’re going to be polite. You’re going to be pleasant and then you are going to leave.

Juliette checked the weather app and it was supposed to rain all night. Thunder cracked outside - as if emphasizing the point - and she parted her wet hair down the middle, slathered coconut oil through it and slicked her hair into a low ponytail. With the humidity she didn’t want to risk her hair turning into a frizz festival. Then she moisturized her body with cocoa butter, put on some red lipstick and mascara and walked to her closet.

When she opened the top drawer of her dresser she stared for a moment. Then she dug to the back of the drawer and pulled out a bra and panty set from Agent Provocateur. She had ordered the set the moment she returned from Paris. A simple black thong and cupless bra.

Just because you’re polite doesn’t mean you can’t feel like a badass underneath your dress. She slipped into them and looked at herself in the full length mirror at the end of her closet. Her tits looked amazing. They hung through the “cups” and were cradled underneath by the smallest bits of french silk, presenting her nipples up for the taking. She put on her large gold hoop earrings and matching gold bangles.

She had given herself a pedicure, so she chose her favorite open toed wedges which paired with her simple summer sun dress. 8:30. Perfect timing. Her phone rang.

“Miss Duquesne. This is Brad, your driver. I’m out front when you’re ready.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Juliette gave herself one final look and ran down to the waiting Range Rover. Chicago has an amber glow at night. Juliette loved that about the city. No other city in the world had an amber glow, and she was lost in thought about Chicago when the SUV pulled into the underground garage at the Steven’s place. Juliette loved the tower. It’s sensual curves a nod to Schipporeit’s love of Brancusi sculptures. Her parents lived in a traditional colonial up in Highland Park. It was lovely, but it wasn’t a sensual tower.

Brad got out of the car, called the elevator and opened the door for Juliette. She put adjusted her mask and got into the waiting elevator. Brad inserted his key into the panel and the doors closed, whisking her to the 60th floor.

Juliette hated elevators with a passion, but was grateful when she arrived at the 60th floor and the doors opened immediately. There were only two condos on the city side of the tower and for a moment, she stood in the lobby of the elevator bank unsure of which door to knock on. Thankfully, Luddy opened the door to the Steven’s place.

“Miss Juliette! How lovely to see you!”

She smiled with relief, “Luddy. You look wonderful, it’s been too long.” It had been years since Juliette had been here - not since Doug & Ethan’s graduation party. The place hadn’t changed. As Juliette took off her mask and put down her purse in the foyer, Mr. Stevens came bounding in from the kitchen.

“Little Juliette! How are you doing?” He was as gregarious as a retriever and hugged as hard as a linebacker. He had a booming laugh and when he said hello, he said hello!

Juliette smiled and leaned into his hug. “Hey Lars. It’s so nice to see you. I’m doing well.”

Lars gave her a good hug, pulled back and gave her a wink. “That’s a girl. I’m glad to have you over.” When he let go of her, he pulled a small wedge of cheese and salami out of his pocket. “Don’t tell the girls, I was nosing around in the kitchen.” Just as he popped them into his mouth, Teggy came in from the kitchen.

“Lars! I told you to stop sneaking snacks! We have guests.”

Lars smiled, grabbed Teggy and gave her a big kiss before she shooed him off to the living room.

“Guests, Teggy? I hope you didn’t go through any trouble on my account.”

“Oh no one really dear. Just our neighbors. We’ve been absolutely tied at the hip quarantining together. I just love to make a fuss and give Lars trouble.” Teggy winked at Juliette, put her arm around her and led her into the living room. When she walked in, she had to stifle a laugh. Ethan was standing near the far windows talking to his mother’s elderly neighbor Eleanor - who was holding on to his arm for dear life.

“Oh Ethan, you’re such a good boy. I have one lime rickey and I’m dancing on the ceiling.”

Teggy saw the situation and hurried over to help, “Eleanor, dear! Let’s get you some food!” Teggy was from Louisiana and had married Lars when he was in law school at Tulane. Despite being in the north for 40 plus years, she was a true southern belle at heart. She graciously grabbed Eleanor and led her into the kitchen.

Ethan looked at Juliette’s body for longer than he should have and finally broke his gaze, met her eyes and smiled at her. His gaze sent electricity through her body. Keep it together. Here for dinner and then home. She reached out to say hello and Ethan stood up straight and gave her a perfunctory greeting.

Juliette was confused, but Ethan looked at her begging forgiveness and then walked towards a tall leggy blonde. “Darling.” Ethan and her embraced as he led her to Juliette. “Please allow me to introduce you to Juliette Duquesne. She’s a family friend. Juliette, my fiancee, Emily.”

Emily stretched her hand out to Juliette and smiled warmly. “Oh Juliette, it’s so lovely to meet you.” Juliette was stunned. She had no right to be jealous or hurt, but she was blindsided and having a hard time hiding it from Emily. There was an awkward moment and she composed herself enough to reply.

“Emily. So nice to meet you. Congratulations.” Juliette engaged in small talk and then excused herself to the restroom. She almost sprinted to the powder room and locked herself in. What the fuck are you doing here Jules? You’re engaged, he’s engaged...you’ve got to act like an adult! It didn’t matter what she thought, she started to cry a little bit...like an idiot. She turned the water on to splash her face. Fuck all if she wasn’t turning bright red.

There was a soft knock at the door.

“Jules?”

It was Ethan and she wanted to him to go away.

“Ethan. Go the fuck away.”

“Jules, let me explain.”

“There’s no need. We belong to other people and I was stupid to think that we could...” Her voice began to crack and she stopped. “To think that we could. End statement.”

Ethan leaned his head against the door.

“Does it make a difference if I say I’m sorry and I wish it was different?”

Juliette turned the water off and opened the door quickly. “No. It fucking doesn’t.” She stormed pass Ethan and joined the dinner party.

Over the course of the evening, she learned that Emily was heading to the airport to catch the red eye back to New York. She was an associate in Ethan’s office and had been instrumental in the Paris office launch. Emily was funny, well bred and absolutely a nice person and Juliette still fucking hated her.

Brad came to the door at 10:45 to take Emily to O’Hare. She left with fanfare and Juliette was glad to see her go.

The rest of the party sat around having desert and drinks for another 45 minutes. Eleanor stood up and announced that she wanted to go up on the roof to sit and gaze at the stars. She was; however, incredibly hammered and was not to be trusted to her own devices.

Ethan, being the gentleman he was, offered to escort Eleanor up to the roof for a few moments and then get her back to her apartment. Eleanor jumped at the offer. “All right good looking. Take me to the moon!”...and off they went.

Juliette finished up her drinks and began to help with the dishes, despite Teggy’s protests. When they finished the dishes, Teggy called for Brad to take Juliette home. He was stuck in traffic near O’Hare and wouldn’t be home for another 30 minutes.

“Teggy, it’s fine. Really. I’ll just call an Uber.”

She was at the door when Ethan came walking through the door.

“Oh Ethan! Brad’s still at O’Hare, would you be able to take Juliette home? I don’t want her taking the Uber’s home. They won’t make sure that she makes it to her door.”

Juliette started to protest, but Teggy cut her off before she even started.

“Juliette. I would never forgive myself if we didn’t make sure you got home safely. What would I tell your mother? I insist. Ethan will take you home.”

Juliette looked down and grabbed her things. “All right. Thank you Teggy. Please thank Lars for me.”

Teggy giggled, “Oh Lars. He can’t hold his whiskey for anything. He loved seeing you. Please don’t be a stranger dear, we absolutely adore you.” And with that she stumbled off towards the master bedroom as Luddy finished putting the dishes away.

Ethan and Juliette were left standing near the doorway. Juliette looked at the floor and mumbled, “I can seriously call an Uber.” Ethan wasn’t sure exactly how to react and stood silent for a minute.

“Jules. Let me take you home.”

“No.”

Ethan didn’t know what to say and Juliette was just as confused. He wasn’t hers, she wasn’t his, but she was mad about Emily. It was stupid and she hated it!

They stood there for another minute and Ethan reached out to touch her arm. “If you won’t let me take you home, come upstairs with me and look at the moon.”

Juliette was feeling particularly bratty and looked at him, “It’s raining you can’t see the moon.”

Ethan had lost his patience and grabbed her arm, “Then come upstairs with me and look at my bedroom.”

She hated to admit it, but she wanted to go up to his bedroom. She didn’t want to go back home. She wanted to fuck him. She relaxed a little bit and looked into his eyes. Ethan’s grip tightened around her arm and he pulled her close. He didn’t say a word, but he took a deep breath and held it. Luddy yelled from the kitchen, “Good night Mr. Ethan.”

“Good night Luddy, thank you.”

The lights of the kitchen clicked off and the two of them were left in the darkness of the hallway.

Juliette moved closer to Ethan and quietly reached for his cock. It was hard and pressing agains the zipper of his paints. The household was quiet and she was emboldened by darkness. She leaned to his ear and whispered, “Take me upstairs.”

Silently, Ethan led her through the house to the service entrance. They slipped through the door and up the stairs to Ethan’s floor. As they walked up the stairs, they could barely keep their hands off of each other. When Ethan opened the door to his floor he no longer tried to keep his hands off of Juliette.

He pawed at the buttons down the front of Juliette’s sun dress and greedily kissed the side of her neck. Juliette’s jealousy quickly faded and turned into lust. She leaned her head back as Ethan’s mouth worked it’s way towards her tits.

Ethan began to unbutton her dress and eagerly reached in to grab her, but Juliette stopped his groping hands. “No, no. You don’t get them until I know you cleaned your room.”

Ethan stood up and groaned. He reached down to hold his cock and Juliette grabbed his hand - “Ethan. You can’t play yet. Take me to your room”

He led her down the hallway to his room. It was gorgeous. Overlooking the city skyline. The bed faced the windows and the amber glow of Chicago made the need for lights unnecessary. Juliette looked around at the entire room as Ethan stood tentatively in the doorway.

She walked to the windows and looked out at the city, then turned back to Ethan. “Make me a drink.” She sat in the Eames recliner near the windows as she watched Ethan walk over to the bar in his room. As he made her a drink, she unbuttoned the front of her dress to reveal her tits.

Ethan turned around and nearly dropped the drink when he saw her there. She sat on the Eames with her tits framed by her ‘bra’ - her nipples exposed and begging for him to suck on them. He got so hard that it was almost painful. He stopped for a moment and then walked over to her with drink in hand. He handed it to her and stood awkwardly for a moment.

Juliette took the drink, had a sip and looked up and him and smiled. “Thank you, this is a wonderful drink. You can sit down on the floor next to me if you’d like.”

Dutifully, Ethan sat down next to her. His head on her lap, staring at her tits with longing. Juliette loved this, but pretended not to notice. She began stroking Ethan’s hair and sipping her drink.

Ethan hesitantly reached his hand up to her tit. She moved herself away from him ever so slightly and then bent down to whisper in his ear. “Tell me what you want me to do baby. Tell me.” Ethan closed his eyes at the thought of what he wanted to do to her and didn’t say anything.

Juliette saw his cock twitch in his pants. “I know you want me to do “something”, your cock is telling me what you want.”

Ethan exhaled hard. “I want to suck your tits.”

She smiled. “You want to suck my tits, what?”

Ethan took a moment. “I want to suck your tits...please.”

Juliette smiled, positioned herself over him and leaned down to Ethan. She pressed her nipples against him and rubbed them down his face as she brought her face to his. She gently kissed and bit his lips. Her pussy was planted firmly in his lap and she began to dry hump him.

“You’ve been very good and very polite. And because you’ve been very good, I’m going to give you my titties to suck on.”

Juliette stood up and moved over to his bed. She sat near the headboard with her dress unbuttoned to display her big tits and her legs spread wide. She nestled a pillow against her leg and motioned for Ethan to come over.

“Come over here Ethan. Take your pants off and come suck on my tits.”

Ethan took his pants off and his glorious cock stood straight up against his stomach. He walked to the bed and crawled up to Juliette’s tits. He laid back against the pillow and Juliette laid her tit down to his lips.

He hungrily gobbled at her with his mouth and hand. With his other hand, he grabbed her nipple and began pinching it. Juliette groaned with pleasure. Ethan’s sucking and licking made her pussy throb with anticipation. The more he sucked, the more she was turned on.

Juliette began pushing Ethan’s face into her tits as he tried to get her hands to touch his cock. It had so much precum at the tip that he reached down and smeared it all over his hands and his shaft. Juliette watched him as he began to stroke himself.

“Does that feel good?”

Ethan shook his head, momentarily stopped his sucking and said, “It feels good, but you can make me feel better.”

“How can I make you feel better?”

“Let me rub my precum on your tits.”

Juliette nodded her head yes and Ethan shifted himself so that the tip of his cock was touching her nipple. He stroked himself and watching her fat tit bounce up and down at the end of his cock got him even more excited. He stood up a little bit more and brought his cock to her lips. With a tip full of precum he smeared her red lipstick as he pushed himself into her mouth.

Ethan looked down at her red lips wrapped around his cock and began fucking Juliette’s mouth - slowly. “I want your pussy now.”

Juliette looked up at him and relaxed her throat to take all of his cock. She was at the base of his cock and when she pulled back she left two red lip marks on his belly. A long string of spit strung from the tip of his cock to her lips.

“What do you want from my pussy?”

Now Ethan returned the favor and ran the tip of his cock from her lips all the way down her tits until he was between her legs. “I want all the cum you have in your pussy.”

Juliette smiled, “Well baby, some of it is yours.”

He wasted no time lifting up her skirt and taking off her panties. His cock found her wet, hot slit and thrust himself all the way in her. She felt so good that he stayed there for a moment and laid his body on top of her and simply started grinding.

The weight of his body felt amazing and the way that he was grinding he was rubbing her clit. Fuck. Juliette couldn’t think of anything else except her rising orgasm. She wrapped her legs around Ethan and whispered in his ear, “Fuck me baby. Fuck me.”

Ethan began pounding her and pulled himself off of her to watch her tits jiggle when he did. The harder he fucked her, the more desperate he was to suck her tits. He laid his body close to her, laid his head against her chest and began sucking on her tit while he was fucking her. It was absolute heaven for the both of them.

As Ethan got closer to cumming, his sucking got more intense and deeper. The rhythm of his tongue combined with his cock in her pussy brought Juliette to orgasm. As she came, she wrapped her legs tighter around him and he began to cum inside of her pussy. It felt amazing and Juliette had another orgasm from the feeling of his hot cum coating her inside.

When he was done, Ethan simply laid himself up against the side of her body and kept her tit in his mouth. Juliette let him stay attached to her. They sat like that for a long time. Ethan gently sucking on her tit and his cum slowly leaking out of her pussy. Her legs still wide and her dress still on.

Eventually, Ethan let go of her tit and she took the opportunity to get up to grab her drink. She found her purse and grabbed a cigarette so she could sit in the Eames and watch the storm while having a drink and smoking. Maybe she could figure out what this thing was that was happening between the two of them.

Ethan was laying in bed and he said, “Please stay with me tonight.” Juliette was sitting on the Eames staring out the window. She didn’t say anything. She just took a sip of her drink and lit her cigarette.

He got up out of bed and stood behind her. “Stay with me tonight. I need you.” Juliette turned back towards him and placed her forehead on his stomach. “Fuck Ethan. I need you too.”

Ethan reached his hand under her chin and gently lifted her face. He put his thumb on her lips and she opened her mouth to gently suck and nibble on it. She took a deep breath, rolled her tongue around his thumb and fed it back to her lips. With his thumb resting on her wet lips she looked up, “I really fucking need you.”

He groaned and the warmth of her breath on his stomach made him ache for her mouth wrapped around his cock. Juliette stuck her tongue out and began to break a trail from his belly down to the base of his cock. Ethan was still sticky from her cum and she ran her tongue across the top of his cock, making sure she left him clean as she traveled to the tip.

Just as she was about to take him back into her mouth they heard the front door open. They both froze, and then realized it was Brad loading in some luggage.

“Bro! I’m here.”

Ethan looked down at Juliette and let his head slump against his chest. “Fuck. It’s Ian. I forgot he was coming in tonight.”

Juliette lightly kissed the tip of his cock.

“I guess I’ll take that as a sign from the universe and ask Brad for a ride home.”

As they gathered their clothes, Ethan tried to persuade her that she should spend the night.

“Jules, don’t go. Stay. Ian’s got his own room on the other side of the place.”

The commotion from the hallway grew closer to Ethan’s room and before she could object Ian burst through the door.

“What, no welcome or hello? Rude.”

As soon as Ian entered, he noticed that Juliette was sitting on the Eames.

“Oh fuck. Jules. Hello! Did I interrupt something?”

Juliette grabbed her bag, walked over and hugged Ian.

“No Ian. It’s nice to see you again. I was just leaving.”

She walked out to the hallway and called after Brad, who was happy to oblige her with a ride back to her apartment. As they entered the elevator, Ethan came to the door.

“Let’s talk later?”

Juliette had her mask on her face, so he couldn’t decipher anything other than the slight head nod. She was grateful for the ambiguity that it provided. The entire ride home she kept playing the night over on a loop in her head. What the fuck is going on Juliette. You’ve got to get your shit together.

Brad pulled up outside of her place, and as Juliette was getting out of the car Brad looked at her through the rearview.

“I won’t be making any picks up from the airport for the rest of the summer.”

Juliette paused and nodded her head as she exited. Brad waited until she was inside the door of her townhouse and once she was inside her phone buzzed. It was Ethan. Breakfast? She double tapped a heart and headed up to bed.

The next morning Juliette woke up stretched across the entirety of her king sized bed. It was still raining out and there was nothing more that she loved than being lazy in her bed on a rainy day. She grabbed her phone and there was a message from Miles. Made it in late, didn’t want to wake you. Hot as balls. XO.

Juliette laughed to herself. Miles may have been a screenwriter but his brevity was second to none. As she rolled back over to snuggle into her pillow her front doorbell rang.

She laid back in the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Fuck. She waited a moment, unsure of what she was waiting for until the doorbell rang again and then she got out of bed.

Juliette opened the door. Ethan was standing there soaked to the bone and holding a box of Dunkin’ Donuts. She couldn’t help but laugh at him - he looked like a human rain drop.

“Ethan! Get in here before you turn into a puddle.”

“I brought donuts, but they were no match for the rain, sorry.” The box of donuts sagged sadly in his hand.

Juliette was trying very hard to not find him adorable, but it was difficult. She grabbed the donuts and headed back up the stairs to grab a towel.

“Stay right there and take off your clothes! I’ll be right back with a towel and we can put everything into the dryer.”

When she came back with the towel he was still in his clothes in her foyer. She stood at the top of the stairs, looked down at him and smiled.

“I thought I told you to take your clothes off so I could throw them in the dryer.”

“I wasn’t sure I heard you correctly.”

Juliette slowly descended the stairs.

“I think you heard me correctly. I think that you just wanted me to tell you again.”

She moved slowly towards him and pressed her body against his. He was so wet that he soaked her t-shirt. When he looked down at her, he could see her nipples were hard and pressing through her wet shirt. She smiled at him again.

“Take off your clothes Ethan.”

He undressed and left his clothes in a wet puddle at his feet. He was still wearing his boxer briefs. Juliette gazed at them and then back up at him.

“They’re not wet?”

Ethan shook his head no and Juliette reached down to touch them. Her hand grazed the front of him and then came up to his waistband. She stuck her hand under it lightly and began to lightly touch him as she made her way to his cock. She grabbed it gently and cupped his balls.

“Hm. I guess they’re not wet. Grab your clothes and follow me into the laundry room.”

Obediently he grabbed his clothes and followed behind her. Once they got into the laundry room she stood in front of him. She cocked her head to the side and said, “Put your clothes in the dryer, but don’t turn it on yet.”

Ethan did as she asked and then stood awkwardly for a few moments. Juliette began to take off her t-shirt.

“You got my t-shirt wet.”

She was completely naked. She handed her t-shirt to him.

“Please put my t-shirt in too, thank you.”

He did as she asked.

Juliette smiled and pressed herself against the front of him and again put her hands down his waistband and grabbed his cock. This time, her fingers found his tip and the reservoir of precum. She lightly rubbed it around, then pulled her hand out and placed her fingers in her mouth and began sucking.

“Mmm...seems wet.”

Ethan shook his head yes, took off his boxer briefs and placed them in the dryer. Juliette closed the door and turned it on. She looked around for a moment, put her hands on her hips and looked at Ethan.

“What should we do while we wait for the dryer to finish?”

Ethan stood silent for a moment.

“Is there something that you want to do with me Ethan? I’m sure you didn’t come over here just to do laundry.”

“No, I didn’t.” He put his hands on her hips and slid them down to her pussy. Spreading her lips. “I want to kiss you.”

Juliette smiled, “You can kiss me.”

Ethan got on his knees. Her pussy lips were open and a thick string of precum was stretched across them. He started by gently kissing her clit and running his fingers along her lips. She was so slippery that his fingers slipped inside of her pussy easily.

Juliette pulled him up by his shoulders and led him to her bedroom. He laid down on the bed and Juliette climbed on top of his face. Ethan continued to eat her pussy and reached up to grab her nipples.

Before she started cumming she lifted herself off his face and crawled down to his cock. She began kissing it lightly and it twitched with anticipation.

“Please don’t tease me Juliette.”

She smiled at him again. “I would never tease you if I wasn’t going to give you everything you wanted. Stand up and fuck my mouth.”

Juliette climbed off the bed, got on her knees and readied herself to take Ethan’s cock. He rubbed the tip over her lips as she stuck her tongue out begging for him. He grabbed the back of her head and slowly thrust his cock to the back of her throat. Juliette gagged a little bit and her eyes watered, but Ethan pushed a tiny bit more.

When he pulled out, he took the his spit and precum covered cock and smeared it over Juliettes face. He pushed it back into her mouth again and began fucking her. Slowly at first and then with more intensity. He brought himself all the way out and motioned for Juliette to lay on the bed.

He got on top of her and began rubbing the tip of his cock on her nipples. Juliette reached onto her bedside table for coconut oil and slathered her tits. She pushed them together and Ethan plunged his cock between them.

It was an incredible feeling and with each thrust, Juliette was able to stick her tongue out and lick the tip of his cock. Ethan began fucking her tits harder and Juliette knew he wanted to cum, so she stopped him.

Ethan groaned.

“Not yet baby. I want to sit on you.”

“I’m not sure how long I’ll last if you grind on top of me.”

Juliette wiggled out from underneath him and as he sat back on the bed she sat down on top of his cock and pressed her slippery tits against his chest.

“You’ll last long enough for me to cum.”

Ethan shook his head yes and Juliette began to slowly grind back and forth on his cock. Her clit was rubbing against him and she could feel his cock pulsing in her. Every once in a while she would stop mid grind until she felt him stop. She started to grind again, but this time, she pulled herself up off his cock until only the tip was in her. Ethan tried to push his hips up but Juliette stopped him by turning around to sit on him reverse cowgirl.

Ethan put his hands on her ass and spread her open as she lifted up and showed him her pussy. It looked amazing with his cock stuffed inside. He watched as she moved up and down until he couldn’t help himself. He grabbed on to her and began pumping faster.

Juliette turned her head and looked back at him. “Ask me nicely.”

“May I cum?”

“Where?”

“In your pussy?”

Juliette slowed him down momentarily.

“May I please cum in your pussy?”

Juliette stopped moving altogether. She enjoyed feeling him squirm under her hips. She took a moment and said, “Ethan. You can cum now.”

Ethan began pumping furiously into her pussy. Slamming her ass on him over and over until he came ropes of cum into her pussy. Juliette lifted herself up high enough on his cock that the last few pumps of his cum squirted all over her.

She lowered herself all the way down on him again and loved the way she felt when she was filled with his cock and cum. She turned back to face him. Well fuck, this is going to be something.

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Fonder 5.1

A/N: I AM SOOO SORRY FOR THE HIATUS! I missed you guys. The secret’s finally out! The mystery of Mr. Gatsby’s identity is being revealed! There may be smut included in this chapter also. Thanks @babygirlofwakanda for helping me out with that! Lastly, the italics (besides the sounds) are Yaa’s inner thoughts. 😬😬😬😬😬 Reblog and like!

Word Count: Get your popcorn ready (~3.5k)

Warning(s): SMUT, slow burn, plot progression, introduction of a new character, few errors/typos

NEW YEAR’S EVE 10:34 p.m.

“I-I-...I don’t understand. It was you all along...but you’d just hopped in my DM’s right before I got here!”, Yaa attempted to collect the thoughts that had scattered on the floor.

Gatsby chuckled, “ Yeah, I know. It’s ok to be confused. I’m the last person you’d expect it to be, I’m sure.”

“So why me? All these fine Hollywood jawns and wannabe socialites rippin their own panties off just to get to you...and you choose the one non-celebrity on the other side of the country?”

Gatsby sipped some champagne as he listened to Yaa, nodding his head as he began mentally creating his response to her outlandish claim. He finally sat his fluted glass down on the desk.

“Not to sound like a creep, but ever since Tanisha told me about her bomb ass lawyer friend, I’ve had my eyes on you. Don’t worry; I haven’t been that close. I learned enough about you to still have many questions left over to ask you. You’re a complex and multi-faceted woman that deserves to be exalted. Plus, from what I’ve also heard, you’ve been eyeing me too. Why’d you think the riddles and passwords were how they were?”

He was right: she’d had her eyes, heart, and womanhood set on him for years. It began way back in the summer of 2002. Her almost 12-year-old self had no business watching anything graphic and raw, yet alone watching The Wire. Her parents encouraged to watch it surprisingly. Then it happened—he came on the TV. Though she hated cornrows, even in the early 2000s, she found herself head over heels for the peanut head with the cornrows—Wallace. She hated the fact that he was a teenage drug dealer but hell, that was life in the Pit. The season finale left her distraught, crying for days as though he’d broken up with her or something. She followed his work and had proclaimed her love for him for 12 years and now here he was—Michael B. Jordan—standing before her explaining how he wanted her. Funny how life works.

She burst into a fit of nervous laughter; he joined.

“What’s so funny, Yaa?”, Michael asked.

She subdued her laughter as much as she could. “I’m laughing because I know this has to be a drawn-out prank or some shit. The man I’ve been mentally dating half of my life isn’t in front of me right now, and he damn sure ain’t telling me he finna risk it all for me. Not against his own will at least.”, she stammered.

He raised an eyebrow at her disbelief. His shoulders bounced as his cocky grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “So, you think this is a game? Hmm?” He kneeled down and lifted her chin for her honey brown eyes to meet his calming dark brown eyes. “Talk to me.”

She nodded her head yes. “Show me this isn’t a game.”, she challenged.

“Say less.”

He lifted her chin some more. He went in for the kiss—an offer easily accepted. Jackpot. There was a jolt of electricity between their lips. As their kiss deepened, his hands held gently her neck, lightly brushing against her coarse honey blonde locs. Her arms linked tightly around his neck. His hands scooped under her large ass, picking her up and causing her to break the kiss. Her eyes flew open as she began looking down at the floor. The second time she’d been picked up and the skinny nigga was the one on the cusp of changing her life. Her embrace around Michael’s neck tightened significantly as she braced for an abrupt drop.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”, Michael teased.

“Last time I was picked up, I couldn’t dance for a month. You’re scaring the shit outta me.”, she sputtered.

There went that cocky,raspy laugh. Michael dropped her down and quickly caught her before she could get anywhere near the ground. “Oh, so you scared the skinny nigga can’t hang? C’mon now. You should know I’ve been waiting on you for a minute. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, baby girl. Best believe that.”, he reassured. With that being said, he walked confidently across the room to the couch with his scared thick lawyer in tow, carrying her 200+ pound frame like she was a bag of nothing. That Creed training made him a monster.

He stared into her eyes once again in awe. In such a simple expression, there was enough fire and passion in her eyes to light up the fireplace across the room. He slowly gave her lips more kisses, savoring them like the last of a 5-star meal.

“You got all of these sweet kisses, girl.”, he groaned, “Must’ve been saving them for a special reason or someone.” Not by choice, baby boy.

“I’ve waited for a long time for this”, she chuckled into his lips. Knock knock knock.

Michael’s head dropped and Yaa looked up into the dimmed lights palming her face, both clearly frustrated with the mood-killing visitor at the door.

“Who is it?”, Michael yelled as he re-adjusted his black double-breasted tux and bow tie. He walked towards the door, still awaiting a response.

“Me, nigga!”, the nearly hoarse voice replied defensively.

Michael smacked his teeth and opened the door. “The fuck you want, Steelo?”

“Mannnnn, it’s almost 2015! Folks lookin’ for you an- oh, heyyyyy how you doin’? I’m Steelo.”, he slurred. His attention was suddenly brought to the clearly annoyed Yaa.

“I know who you are. Nice to finally meet you.”, Yaa said.

He redirected his intoxicated “focus” back to his best friend. He’d recognized Yaa. “Hold up, that’s her?”

“Yeah, that’s Khalida, the lawyer. We’ll be out in a sec—”

“—YOOOOOO! She bad as fuck,bruh. Thick too? Niggggggaaaaaaa...I heard them fat jawns be changin’ liv—”

Without saying a word, Michael pushed his drunk best friend out the door like a dolly and locked the door. “Look, he’s drunk as fuck and I’m sorry that h—”, Michael apologized.

Khalida placed two fingers over his lips. “Fat isn’t a bad word. No need to apologize. Now, come on— we have a new year to celebrate.”, she replied.

Michael’s deep dimples and smile stretched across his face as he watched Khalida walk out of the door. “You comin’ or not, Gatsby?”, she teased.

11:09 p.m.

By the time Yaa returned to the action, there were more faces—famous faces—in the crowd. All in attendance were dressed to the nines with their CRISP finger waves, feathers, furs, pearls, and enough cigarette holders for an old Hollywood film. Yaa walked to her VIP section to find her best friend Tanisha lit off of her spirit of choice—Bombay Sapphire gin. Steelo and some of Michael’s other friends had joined her in the booth. Tanisha sashayed to her friend to greet her.

“BIIIIIIITCCCCCCCCHHH! Where the FUCK have you been?”, an impaired Neesh questioned.

“I was talking to Gatsby. You literally saw me leave. Second, I’m finna beat yo ass.”, Khalida yelled over the music.

Tanisha stepped back and put her hands up. “What for?”

“You know why. Gatsby ends up being my childhood crush?! Howwwww in the hell were you able to pull that off?”

“Sis...just know that I got the connect. Now shut up and drink--we gotta New Year to ring in.”

Without further protest, Yaa opened the new bottle of D��usse and poured it into her glass. A few glasses and three tequila shots later, she was feeling nice. Not drunk, but nice, tipsy at most. She’d stepped out of her shell of skepticism and began socializing a lot more.

During the course of the night, Michael and Yaa had been getting cozy with each other. They never left each other’s side. They exchanged flirty looks and “you goods?” When they weren’t refilling cups in the VIP section, they were deep in conversation, topics varied as their sobriety faded away. Then, it happened: his curious hand trailed northbound on her leg. Usually, Yaa would smack the taste out of any man’s mouth for feeling up on her, sober or drunk. But let’s face it: she was feeling him and it was obvious the feeling was mutual. She bit her lip and winked at him in response.

“So we just gon’ pretend like yo whole hand ain’t up my dress?”, Yaa playfully questioned.

“Yup.”, Michael replied with a grin. He was so proud of himself. “Finally able to get my hands on you.”

Yaa rolled her eyes. “Don’t getcha skinny ass hurt fuckin around.”

She got up, leaving him awestruck at her model-like walk.

“10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Gold and silver confetti and balloons fell from the sky. Cheers from every corner of the room paired with the popping of champagne corks. Yaa hugged Tanisha and kissed cheeks in celebration of the New Year. Yaa felt two taps to the right shoulder. Ready to curse, Yaa whipped her body around to see that the tapper was none other than Michael. He rubbed the back of his neck and flashed his smile, revealing his pair of ridiculously adorable deep dimples.

“I-uh...know we kinda just met like an hour and a half ago...but I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind having the honor of sharing this New Year’s ki—”. Yaa grabbed him up by his lapel and kissed him passionately, yet drunkenly. She laughed.

“Happy New Year to you too, Kari. Sorry, but I’ve always wanted to call you that.”, she laughed.

1:47 a.m.

Thud. For all it’s worth, Yaa’s back as going to be sore for the next couple of days from the impact of hitting her back against her chest of drawers. She also couldn’t have given half a fuck about her neck or her back. Hell, sis was finally getting dick. The more violent her and Michael’s tongues were becoming in each other’s mouths, the more familiar their hands were becoming with each other’s clothes and bodies. Still focused on his Dom Perignon-flavored kisses, her hands anxiously searched for his belt. But before she could unbuckle his pants, the D’usse demon jumped out. She smirked seductively as she boldly grabbed his print and freed herself from his arms.

“Oh shit.”, he mumbled, “So, you nasty nasty.”

The devilish smirk she gave was all the response he needed. She slowly got on her knees and freed his dick from the constraints of his pants, licking its length on both sides. Her head bobbed to the beat of the music playing in her head. Watching her bob on his dick, he began undoing the bottom of her chignon so that the rest of her hair wouldn’t get in the way of his undoing.

Thud. His head went against the wall as his undoing was becoming apparent. He cursed under his breath and kept his bottom row of teeth tucked underneath his bottom lip to keep from moaning aloud. Yaa would have cared less for his current state. She continued to slurp and coat his rock-hard member with spit. Keeping eye contact, Yaa continued licking him like a melting popsicle. He growled to keep from moaning, along with a chorus of “Shit” being recited under his breath.

Forever came to an end as Yaa slowly got off of her knees. He helped her up, only to be blindsided by her sloppy kisses. She began walking backwards with him towards the king-sized bed but stopped at the edge of the bed.

He placed her on the edge of the bed. Michael kissed her lips gently and slowly began to make his way to her promised land. His kisses became wet as he made his way down to her neck—her spot. He kissed her collarbone tattoo, licked his way down to her large breasts, and paused at her nipples. With his hands now caressing her breast, he wrapped his tongue around her nipple and began sucking with enough pressure to make her moan. While he sucked on her nipple like a pacifier, Michael dropped his hand from hoisting up her other breast and began to timidly creep his fingers down her baby-soft skin and the scrunched fabric of her dress. Feeling his hand touch over her thigh, he began to aggressively pull up the bottom of her dress. There was a slight discoloration created on her skin from the irritation from the material being forced against it, but Michael didn’t stop until the bottom of her dress pooled around her stomach. Once he realized where the material had settled, he pulled his lips from around Yaa’s areola, fixating his eyes on her lower half. Quickly noticing that she was panty-less, he felt a smirk tug at his lips--better--he peered up at his flushed lover. “So that’s how you rollin’, huh?”, he questioned as he slowly rolled his bottom lip underneath his teeth before winking up at Yaa and sinking to his knees. Staring at the awe-striking sight of her glistening folds, Michael admired the intimate view as he could replay the numerous times he tried to capture this very image many a late night.

He pushed her legs further apart until her kneecaps were damn near touching the mattress before trailing his way up her inner thighs. Placing soft, gentle kisses and occasional nibbles against her hot skin, he increased his pressure, making her feel the individual pricks of his coarse facial hair making Yaa a squirmy, wet mess. Timidly reaching her glory, Michael brought his hands up and steadily separated her lower lips with both of his thumbs before pressing his mouth forward. “Looks like someone’s been waiting on me.”, he said with a cocky confidence.

Chest rapidly rising and falling, Yaa couldn’t form a coherent word, phrase, or sentence. She gulped heavily before rolling her head back as Michael’s lips connected to her folds. She gripped the sheets up as his tongue controlled her every move. He finally licked her wet opening with a flat tongue going from the bottom to the top. His tongue was a weapon— it was both long and thick. He licked his name on her bud—slowly torturing her it with every dip, twist, turn, curve, and dot of each letter in his name. He then inserted two of his thick fingers into her opening as he licked the letter "C" and began pumping his fingers at a moderate pace. Desperately panting from his actions, Yaa began to shriek once she felt Gatsby toy with her clit. This raggedy ass nigga finna suck you dry and ain’t shit you can do about it at this point.

His fingers picked up the pace the moment he noticed her unraveling, his tongue explored deeper into her womanhood. She struggled to feel for the nearest pillow, but when she found it, she quasi-covered her mouth to subdue her moans of pleasure.

The sounds of Yaa’s hitched breathing and impending sexual eruption ricocheted throughout the master bedroom. Her back was arched completely off of the bed and she held a firm grasp of his head. If it wasn’t a moan or gasp, Yaa let out a “fuck”, “shit”, or an “Oh Lorddddddd.” Hearing Yaa unravel brought Michael much pleasure—the match to his sexual fire. He occasionally laughed at her undoing; he finally had the object of his affection under his mercy, quivering at his touch. Right as he could feel the pressure change for her release, he pulled his fingers and tongue away from her now swollen bud. She quickly leaned up on her elbows to see why he was stupid enough to pull out right as she was about to release. He smiled maliciously as his soaked fingers neared his mouth. “Nuh-uh. I gotta taste this first, it makes the kisses taste sweeter.”, Michael explained as he slapped her hand away from his. Bitch, no the fuck he didn’t! The two locked eyes as he sucked his two drenched fingers like he’d just ate the last extra wet lemon pepper wing.

He motioned for her to sit up. Before he could even ask, Yaa leaned in to taste her sweet essence on his tongue. A shiver shot down his spine as her candy apple colored nail gently traveled down his back. Their kiss led to Yaa laying on her back once again. Michael bit his lip as he hovered over her. He snatched her by her ankle to the edge of the bed, sliding himself between her legs. “Missionary’s a bold first choice, don’t you think?”, Yaa asked as she handed him a condom. He chuckled, “Nah. I’m just tryna see sumn, that’s all.”

His thumb rubbed against her wet clit as his girthy member slowly entered her tight, slippery entrance. Yaa inhaled sharply as she felt her body tremble and his thick length push against her tight bounds. “Fuck!” She cursed, as she felt him move slow trying to feel each and every ridge of her plush opening. Their fingers intertwined within each other as he went further into her. The lustful gaze into her honey eyes only intensified the overwhelming sensation of euphoria emanating from her core. With her back now arched completely off the bed, her new position gave him more room to dig deeper into her guts. Her mouth was agape as she tried to breathe through her stimulation. His rhythm steadily increased with every stroke.

Watching Yaa’s scrunched facial expression, Michael moved his hands to grip her waist as he quickened his pace. Taking his off of her face for a second to peek at their connection as he smirked at the sticky surface of his and hers wet organs. With the erotic scene unfolding before him, Michael slowly rolled his bottom lip underneath his teeth once the sounds of their moist skin slapping against each other reached his ears. She was helpless—her eyes burned from the tears of pleasure and she struggled to grip onto the gold link chain that dangled from his neck. Her moans and whimpers continued to fuel his drive. Chuckling darkly at her body’s responsiveness he said, “Yea, this is that shit I was talking bout. Just listen to that shit speaking out to me, fuck.” before fluttering his eyes closed and pounding into her.

3:34 a.m.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound of the headboard repeatedly being knocked against the wall served as a light sound buffer to Michael and Yaa’s moaning. Michael’s thick hand applied the perfect amount of pressure around her neck as he continued to deliver those dangerous strokes. Just as they were able to sync their rhythms, he pulled out. This nigga done lost his Black ass mind. She opened her mouth to complain, only to be interrupted by the sudden shift from her back to her tummy. “On your knees. Now.”, he commanded as he smacked her ass. She as she was told—only to be rewarded with the reunion of his lips to her lower lips. No, he didn’t, bitch! The byke?! He eatin’ it from the muhfuckin’ byke?! This is Daddy!! Fuck a Winston,chile. His alternating kissing and sucking on her swollen bud caused her to fall flat on her stomach from the overstimulation. His hand went underneath her to lift her back up. He centered himself before sliding his member back into her. He slowly increased his tempo as he twisted her locs into his fist.

Yaa’s voice was hoarse. Had been hoarse half an hour ago. She had been depleted of any common sense she’d thought she had and was running on adrenaline. Michael, though appearing to be the victor of the night’s bout, was still at odds with his challenger. She was tired but still fighting like hell. He sweated profusely—like a champ battling it out in the 11th round. She wasn’t going down with a fight. He flipped her around one last time. This time, he pinned her legs past her ears—a position that both were surprised by.

“You ain’t tappin’ out?”, he asked between pumps

“Why and you about to tap out yourself? Let’s tap out at the same time since you so damn excited.”, the raspy-voiced Yaa boldly replied.

“Aight, say less.”

He went into overdrive. He quickly moved her legs from near her ears to around his waist. Not even two minutes later, the pair released within seconds of each other,his body collapsing onto hers.

“Don’t move.”, Michael whispered in Yaa’s ear as he tried to get himself together.

She shook her head. “Bitch, I don’t wanna move.” She paused, “Actually, I need to finish wash my face. Move.”

The moment both feet landed on the ground, gravity betrayed her. Her knee gave out, causing to limp and almost fall. Thankfully, Michael’s body was turned away from her. After returning from the bathroom, she limped to the bed. Oh, heating pads are the move all day today. This was the beginning of something different, and what a way to begin a new beginning than on New Year’s Day?

A/N: Yeah, sorry for the trash ending. I got too impatient.

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Some questions? Tagged by @yeahimlauren

Asked someone to marry you? - Haha yeah that didnt go the way I planned

Kissed one of your friends? - Truth or dare is a weird and eye opening game.

Danced on a table in a bar / tavern? - My Shrek giant ass would break it.

Ever told a lie? - I mean I try not to.

Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have? - This describes everyone I've liked or had a crush on, yes.

Ever kissed someone of the same sex? - Did more for me than them.

Kissed a picture? - Haha I used to be so cheesy like that.

Slept until 5pm? - Well I mean I work nights and try to sleep days so half of the time I sleep past 5.

Fallen asleep at work / school? - School? So long ago. Dont remember. Work? Yeah.

Held a snake? - Ahhh yeah I was nervous.

Been suspended from school? - Multiple, multiple times in middle school and high school for fighting people that made fun of my mom

Worked at a fast food chain / restaurant? - Second job was a McDonalds. The crew were awesome but for real... fuck fast food.

Stolen something? - I stole from Walgreens all the time, poverty and being in debt makes you desperate. Got caught tho. Loss prevention is a BITCH.

Been fired from a job? - Half of them.

Done something you regret? - I regret everything I have ever done ever

Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose? - Baha cant think of a time

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? - :,) yeah

Kissed in the rain? - I did live out my Nicholas Sparks fantasies once or twice

Sat on a roof top? - Last time I recall was to watch a meteor shower

Kissed someone you shouldn’t? - Haaaaa. >.< 

Sang in the shower? - Every time.

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? - Tf kinda 80s teen movie shit

Shaved your head? - My dad used to make me get buzz cuts. >.<

Slept naked? - Haha boy when it gets hot in the summer I tend to. I pity the person that walks in sees that.

Made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry? - ...not intentionally that shit hurts my heart.

Shot a gun? - My father was teaching me to shoot with a 9 mil and a 12 gauge by the time I was 8

Still love someone you shouldn’t? - Ye.

Have / had a tattoo? - Just the one, shitty jailhouse style one done on my wrist in pen ink. Was super painful. I want more, like actual professional tattoos but ya know, poverty.

Liked someone, but will never tell who? - I tend to let people know very embarrassingly

Been too honest? - I'm always honest

Ruined a surprise? - I guess not?

Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? - Nobody thinks I'm beautiful, I've gotten so fucking chubby and gross looking.

Still have communication w/ your ex? - Depends which one. Jackie has me blocked. Me and Kris have a running DM thread whenever she needs to talk but her boyfriend is being an ass. It varies ya know.

Cheated on someone? - I would never, never fucking do that

Got so angry that you cried? - >.< yep

Tried to stay away from someone for their own good? - Mhm all the time

Thoughts about suicide? - I've tried to kill myself like 4 serious times and a handful of halfhearted and been in a hospital for it. I mean. Woops

Gotten totally drunk during a holiday? - 😅People experience holidays not drinking??

Had a girlfriend / boyfriend? - Sigh. Once upon a time.

Thoughts about murder? - In my secret darkest of hearts maybe

How about mass murder? - This uh, this question thread got a little dark didnt it

Stalked someone? - only on social media maybe just a little

Tag Mutuals? Ummm idk @whatevski @apocalypticdream @beautifullyoverwhelming anyone who wanted to

[i-live-through-stories]

Familiarity part 2 ( Alice x Fp Jones)

 Alice stepped back further into the living room until her back hit the couch. She turned her body and started moving back towards the kitchen area. She wasnt going to give in that easily. She loved to be chased. One foot after another , she walked backwards into the kitchen and behind the counter that separated the living room area and the small kitchen before resting her hands on either side of the counter and facing Fp who stood the same way on the opposite side. She leaned to the left and then to the right, Fp mirroring her movements on the opposite side.  

“ You always loved the chase, didnt you Alice?” Fp laughed as he continued to mirror her every move. You can take the girl out of the serpent but you can never take the serpent out of the girl. “ You haven't changed one bit blondie. Still such a tease.” She narrowed her eyes a bit and bit her bottom lip before setting into a smirk. 

“ Well the last time i checked, the Fp Jones i knew lived for a challenge. I think your losing your game, Mr Jones. Was it all that sexual frustration from prison thats got you down ?” Alice said, bringing up the past memory of the small taunt she threw at him after picking him up when he was let go from the jail , months ago for the Jason Blossom cover up. Alice could never deny that Riverdale was a place like no other. And she didn't mean that in a good way.  But Alice didnt want to think about all that shit right now. She was here for a reason...to forget all the fucked up ways of this town__and her life just for a little bit, and have some fun. She used to LIVE for fun. For this type of thrill she felt right now as she teased this hot man from her past from across the counter.  It brought back memories ; good ones.  Getting a little bit impatient , Fp snuck around the counter as Alice seemed deep in thought and caught her off guard by snaking his hand around her waist and using his other hand to gently push on her lower stomach, backing her against the counter in one slick movement.  “ Trip down memory lane, huh blondie?” Fp leaned down and kissed the spot right above her collarbone and bit down softly. She moaned and Fp had to hold back from moaning out too because just the sound of her like that,  made him absolutely wild. He started trailing small bites from her collarbone, down her right breast before settling on a spot he knew was her favorite, a few inches above her nipple. He pushed down her bra and continued to softly nibble as she let out small moans and extended her neck back all the way. Fp smiled against her neck and Alice felt it clearly; he remembered her soft spots. All the places that made her tick. Before he could even question to himself if she remembered his, in a sudden movement, Alice leaped up on the counter and threw her legs around Fp. She held onto his neck for support and she grinded forward and deliberately pressed her body down slowly into his crotch. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered “ You`re` not the only one with the good memory lover boy . This one always used to get you.” She went in for a kiss and bit at his lower lip while grinding her body into him, harder this time. He let out a small growl and lifted her up from counter. Alice tightened her legs around him as they hungrily kissed.  He turned on his feet and carried her to the bedroom before placing her down near the wall in front of his bed. She slowly slid down his body, making Fp let out another growl at the close contact. He put his arm above her against the wall and leaned against it as he moved in for a small kiss, connecting his lips with hers. He pressed his tongue against her lower lip for more entry and she waited a second to make him beg. He saw this as an opportunity to slip his hand down her underwear. Tracing his fingers in a circular motion in the right area, she opened her mouth , letting out a loud gasp , allowing him access.  He broke away and picked her up , throwing her on the bed and climbing on top of her as she undid his belt.  

“ Wait, Didn't I give you this belt for a birthday present or something ?” 

Fp nodded. “ Yeah. Valentines day of 87′ actually.”  Leaving Alice genuinely shocked, an influx of memories flooded in from that night. He gave her the red lipstick she had on right now. The lipstick had their initials engraved at the bottom of the tube . As cheesy as it sounds, she only wears it when she knows she’s gonna see Fp or if she is having a bad day and needs a boost of confidence. She always wondered if he noticed. But then again, guys don`t usually notice things like that and plus, Alice lived for red lipstick ever since she was a teen. He probably thought she has thousands of red lipstick tubes laying around.  Fp saw Alice thinking, she looked almost gloomy. He tilted his head in towards her, their lips inches apart. “ You ok, Blondie ?”  Alice shook her head quickly, trying to cover up any emotion she was feeling at the moment. And trust me , there was many. “ Yeah, why wouldn't I be. Just kiss me Jones.” She smirked and Fp gave in and laughed , maneuvering his body so it matched with hers under him , kissing her. Alice`s hands moved to Fp`s waistline and pulled his jeans down with one yank. As he kicked off his pants, Alice reached for his boxer line and trailed his happy trail with one finger in a ‘s’ motion.  She wanted to say something witty, just to tease a little bit more , but the anticipation left her speechless. Fp unclipped her bra with one hand and she wiggled under him to help him take it off before throwing it against the adjacent wall to the right of them. She tugged at his boxers as their kiss became more aggressive and their breathless pants and moans increasingly grew more in sync. Alice bit her cheek as he began to kiss down her body. He kissed directly above her right hipbone and she gripped the sheets on both sides of her; she let out a small moan. As Fp kissed lower and lower, he looked up at her and smiled , his perfect smile making her melt like always.

    “ Good thing I threw away that piece of gum , Huh ?”  She rolled her eyes at him and he laughed as he moved his face closer to her body and she could feel the rumbles on his chuckles against her skin. He approached the crease between her inner thigh and pelvic bone and she shuttered, feeling his facial hair rub against her skin . She gripped the sheets harder while extending her back into a curve off the sheets. 

      After composing herself , Alice let out a breathless laugh , causing Fp to look up at her curiously, waiting her an answer to her odd outburst.  

“ We should live in the past more often.” They smiled at one another and Fp nodded in agreement. They should. 

( Ok here is my part 2 to the Familiarity fan fiction. I cannot wait to start working on part three ! It may or may not involve some bughead haha.  I know you guys are gonna love it. I hope this wasnt too smutty for anyone. Ive read worse on here so i think i should be ok lol. I tried to be not too graphic but graphic enough, ya know? Feel free to message me in my dms with feedback or if you just simply want to fangirl XD or send a request in (:  Here are some tags for some riverdale mutuals @cheryldeservedbetter @blossomtopazendgame @angieangel723 @faliceplease @court1218 @sprouseshannon @so-many-freaking-ships @padfootinsidethetardis @pinkbunny-imagines  Happy Passover and Happy Easter to everyone who celebrates  !! ) <3

[klowee]

Filled in this questionnaire for a Tumblr friend (if you do the same, reply or dm so I can read yours)

1.Kissed a girl?

excuse you, think this gaysian has been living under a rock?

2.Kissed a boy?

sure have. sadly, a shameful amount. I was sexually confused as a teen, okay.

3.Had sex in public?

sure have! bathrooms, change rooms, high tops at restaurants, parks, cabs, on the island in Toronto — whoa, my twenties were fun, eh?

4.What’s your religion?

I am without one. I believe in myself?

5.What does your URL mean?

it’s my name spelled out phonetically.

6.Reason you joined tumblr?

cousin signed me up because she thought I’d love it back in 2010 — and love it, I did.

7.Do you have any nicknames?

gaysian, klow, crowy, clover, chole, the chole, DJ chole, etc.

8.Do you like bubble bath?

not especially. it makes my eczema flare up (insert sad face here)

9.Kissed in the rain?

pfffft who hasn’t tried to reenact that notebook scene.

10.Dyed your hair?

a few times when i was an angsty teenager.

11.Soup or salad?

sandwich?

12.Vegetable or meat?

I am an omnivore but like to have a lil meat with most meals.

13.Go out drinking?

not nearly as much as I used to.

14.Smoke cigarettes?

so I traded in my one semi-serious heterosexual relationship in at 24 for cigarettes and haven’t been able to kick the habit since.

15.Smoke weed?

almost er’ry day

16.Do any hard drugs?

not regularly

17.Have you had sex today?

like, it’s wednesday at 2:47pm and all I’ve done today is walk my dog, fuel myself with cups and cups of coffee and like work at my desk.

18.Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?

like, accidentally. and whenever I’ve woken up from these sleep situations my neck always hurts. always. my arms fall asleep. my back gets awkwardly tight. like, no gracias señor. sleep on your own side.

19.The relationship between you and the person you last texted?

serena and i were talking about grammar errors — and fraggle love. we’ve best best buds for going on 12 years.

20.Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?

it’s a line and I’ve for sure heard it. 

21.Skipped doing homework to play a video game?

back in university, I didn’t study for my exams and played guitar hero instead. on expert. and destroyed anyone who challenged me. so, like, worth it? (also, still got my degree and work in my field now — so — winning.)

22.Tried to commit suicide?

there were some dark times. have you ever spent 72 hours in a crisis stabilization unit? it was a bad time in my life. who wants coffee?

23.The last time you felt broken?

more like this year has felt very uncertain and my heart feels numb and my brain feels fried but i’m not one to feel too broken. just gently destroyed.

24.Had to lie to EVERYONE about how you felt?

every day I come to work with a good attitude and pretend I’m loving life. do you know anyone who loves their life every day? but I’ll do anything to keep morale up.

25.Do you have a Boyfriend/Girlfriend?

Do you have a flawless, perfect beagle with a golden ratio face?

26.Do you have Long hair OR short hair?

sooooo I kind of just haven’t cut it and the longest bits touch my bum...

27.First thing you notice to a guy/girl?

e n e r g y

28.Do you sing in the shower?

I kind of just sing everywhere? not necessarily well. in fact, probably terribly. I sing terribly everywhere.

29.Do you dance in the car?

regularly.

30.Where were you yesterday?

the office #DigitalEditorLife and book club (love my clever friends)

31.Ever used a bow and arrow?

sure have. just call me choleness everdeen.

32.Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

did headshots in the spring.

33.Do you think musicals are cheesy?

excuse you, I live for andrew lloyd webber. also, I can shamefully admit I was a big fan of glee.

34. Is Christmas stressful?

...but it’s significantly less magical as a grown up with no babies?

35.Favorite type of fruit pie?

coconut cream or apple?

36.Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

I wanted to be a writer. I also wanted to be an actress, I considered being a lawyer (ally mcbeal), thought about being a therapist (I thought it’d be a fun way to get people to tell me their secrets) — then I realized people accidentally do that when you’re a journalist so...here I am

37. Do you believe in ghosts?

obviously. and aliens. they believe in ghosts so hard in china that they build ghost doors in temples and art galleries and shit. for real. google it.

38.Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

often. hey! I was just saying how these are my favourite cause it makes me feel like I’m on track with things (like I was supposed to be here)

39.Take a vitamin daily?

no, but I’m into taking my vitamin ds whenever I remember. welcome to canada — the SAD is real here.

40.Wear slippers?

sometimes. and I shuffle like my late nin-nin in them too.

41.Wear a bath robe?

sometimes. like, I have a couple. and sometimes I wear them. but it’s not like a thing.

42.What do you wear to bed?

fresh pair of panties and i’m like, niiiiiiight.

43.Do you want to get married?

I sure do want my big fat chinese lesbian wedding. heck yeah, I do.

44.Can you curl your tongue?

I am an excellent lesbian.

Relationship preference:

45.How many relationships have you had?

let’s count some of those boyfriends beards when I was younger

a few affairs

many girlfriends

many lovers

a few serious partners

a painful number of mistakes (lol)

I have lots of friends and family and they make up for the terrible romantic relationships I struggle with maintaining 

46.How can I win your heart?

it’s there or it isn’t. if we feel it, we’ll feel it. i don't believe in forcing anything.

47.what makes a great relationship?

loyalty, respect, trust, solid communication, honesty (reasonably so), mutual goals and like, same dietary goals (read: a love for cheeseburgers) 

48.Shy OR open?

I gravitate towards introverts as I am super open.

50.Religious OR non-religious?

like, I want to say I don’t care — but I guess I have no intention on raising my offspring with a religion (so, if they want to like splash my child with some water — maybe — but if they want to enrol them in sunday school...like, hard to say...)

51.Caring OR non-restricting of you?

like, care. but don’t be a controlling dick — trust me. then, i’ll be like same. and we’d be cool.

52.Straight edge OR non-straight edge?

like, I don’t want to go out of my way and find a heroine addict (we’ve all seen how GIA ends) and anyone too pure would find me filthy so I’m really hoping for a middle-of-the-road unicorn.

53.Piercings OR no piercings?

I don’t care? but maybe like less facial piercings? a single nose ring — nbd — but like bringing home someone with many holes in their face may make family dinners a tad awkward. my family is pretty conservative

54.Tattoos OR no tattoos?

into tattoos. all the tattoos. love tattoos.

55.Quiet stay-at-home type OR party type?

order in a healthy balance? heavier on the netflix and chill side?

[les-bi-katamari]

SESSION 18 (5/13/18)

We begin with Ghorza cooking a nice big harvest dinner – with assistance, thankfully. Apphia and Brianne are helping, Cadence is trying. [“It’s hard to be underfoot when you’re seven feet tall, but Cadence somehow manages it. It’s endearing, though.”]

Megs absolutely isn’t. She’s sneaking back to the castle to steal the rest of the chess set for Juna. She stops at Silenne’s room to eavesdrop on a conversation she hears through the door.

“I will not simply leave you to deal with the monster you’ve invited into our home!” “Silenne, please, you are all I have left. I’ve lost so, so many. I can’t lose you too. And that’s why you’re leaving.” “I have been by your side for so much, I cannot abandon you!” “Please… you’re like a sister to me. I need you to do this, to keep yourself safe. I will not be here alone. Please. Do not go far, but go. Please.” “Alright.”

[“I assume you’ve learned from last time and are making sure her horns don’t scrape on the door” “Megs gets an eavesdropping hat that covers her horns so they don’t scrape on doors anymore”]

She returns to the Forge just before dinner, everyone hard at work. She steals a roll, and greets the rest of the group with her mouth bulging out comically. Ghorza offers her a baked potato, and Megs puts it on one of her horns to save it for later. Apphia asks her to help set the table – [“Is the cutlery silver, or-“ “No!” “It’s standard cutlery, please don’t steal it-“ “Megido is disappointed that they’re not worth stealing, but helps anyway.”]

Odilia arrives, and Ghorza greets her eagerly. She’s dressed up a little bit, and drops off the holy water and oils. She’s extremely nervous, and once seated, is immediately grateful for the wine Apphia provides.

O: “[The turkey] is magnificent! Did you cook it yourself?” G: “Yes, with help from Apphia and Brianne-“ A: “She’s just being modest! She wanted to make something impressive for you.” They both blush hugely. Apphia, determined winggay, also ensures the two of them sit next to each other.

Megs, meanwhile, had forgotten about the potato. Brianne has to warn her as it’s starting to fall, and Meg’s attempts to secure it in place cause it to break in half, spilling plenty of potato bits across her hair. She sadly eats it now. Odilia giggles at her antics.

Nemeth also arrives – Apphia is quick to greet her in. She’s actually also dressed pretty nicely, in new-looking clothes. She starts to dig in quickly. Ghorza offers a toast to new friends – “and not dying,” Megs adds. Nemeth is giving lots of long stares to Ghorza.

At this point we realize we haven’t brought up the Anchasra stuff to either of them. Apphia brings up to Nemeth that she needs to talk more to her about ‘our mutual friend’ after dinner, to Nemeth's great displeasure.

Odilia talks some more about the library – it turns out Ivandra has been funding the restoration and helping out immensely, and they’ve talked a lot. She’s a big supporter of Selune, apparently, and holds a great deal of respect for her. She stops herself, saying she should stop talking, but Ghorza puts a hand on her shoulder, saying she likes listening to her talk. Nemeth is looking back and forth, watching with growing interest and amusement.

Prompted by Apphia, Odilia talks a lot more about the restoration work, and her motivations. It’s all super heartwarming, and Ghorza beams at her adoringly. Apphia mentions that Ghorza is quite big on tales, to Odilia’s great interest, and everyone manages to persuade her to start telling a story.

During this, there’s a third knock at the door. Ghorza doesn’t notice, but Apphia excuses herself to get the door. It’s Ivandra. The two talk quietly a bit, and they come in as Ghorza’s finishing up her grand story. Nemeth is trying very hard not to laugh at the nerdy gays. Ivandra eats a little bit to be polite. Odilia is a bit overwhelmed and privately thinks Ivandra is here as some sort of cosmic punishment for gossiping about her.

As dinner winds down, Apphia pulls Nemeth aside to tell her the bad news. She’s surprised at the cipher, and angry at herself for missing it, but settles into a grim acceptance as she reads it. “Honestly, I’m not terribly surprised. He always favored –“ she gestures to herself “- our kind. Said he felt a kinship to the wayward children of Hell. I didn’t think it was so very literal. But he’s mortal. He can be killed. We know what he is now. I can take comfort in that, if nothing else.”

“I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for being brusque, earlier.”

“I understand. You see a wreck, disgust comes naturally.”

“No! It wasn’t that – nothing to do with you. And you’re not a wreck.”

Apphia also shows her the letter they sent to Anchasra before dinner. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1eSvOHBK3e5fmAUOw9zRWCzvtCQwnM4u3eRzcAZd7CjI

She does chuckle at that, comments about it. Then she says, “Also- thank you. It’s a comfort to have you at my side.” Then she walks away swiftly, making an unpleasant noise in her throat at being vulnerable a SECOND time in one day, gross, what, no? She announces she’s leaving, everyone says goodbye, she gives ‘finger crossbows’ and leaves.

As Ghorza and Odilia give a tooth-rottingly fluffy, adorable goodbye to each other, talking about how wonderful tonight was, that they want to do it again – Apphia pipes up that Ghorza should walk her home. Ghorza looks at her questioningly and offers her an arm and they head out.

She leads Ghorza further away from the library, towards her home, in a different part of the city. They make light conversation – Odilia is still a little wobbly on her feet. As they get back to her place, they look expectantly at each other, and Ghorza offers her a kiss. Odilia gets way up on her tiptoes and kisses her – it’s long, and sweet, and eventually they pull apart.

O: “I don’t know what awaits you tomorrow, but… you need to get through it and come back so we can do that again.” G: “Yesyesabsolutely!” She heads home beaming, on cloud nine.

Back at the forge, after cleaning up, Ivandra asks Apphia to talk, or take a walk with her. They step outside. Ivandra withdraws a small wooden box from her satchel and gives it to her. It’s a lovely ornate box. “I have wanted to give this to you for some time. I may not have another chance.” She drops her glamour – her scars are visible, and she’s flushed, nervous – a look that Apphia has never seen on her face before. She opens it – a pendant on a silver chain, a swirl of cyan glass, shimmering softly, caged in silver filigree. There is a note tucked in with it, which she opens. Ivandra watches her expectantly. It reads, “A drop of heaven's light for when you're feeling homesick, my angel.”

“…thank you. It’s a lovely sentiment.” She’s visibly trying to contain the gay. “It’s not just a sentiment. May I?” “Yes.” Ivandra tenderly reaches up to place it around her neck, blushing deeply. Then she reaches forward, over the pendant, and quietly whispers, “Ashla.”

The pendant begins to glow softly, every speck and whirl – it’s like looking up at a beautiful night sky. “It’s beautiful.” “Only fitting for you. It’s the word for ‘light’ in the celestial tongue – ashla.” “I didn’t know you knew that one.” “Bits and pieces. I’m only starting to pick it up.” She smiles. “I’m so glad you like it.” “Tomorrow – promise me you’ll find a way to end this.” “I promise.”

[We hear a roll and a “NOPE.” Me: “…did you just roll to see if Ivandra would offer her a kiss?” Lin: “And I got a fucking natural 1. Actually wait, no, I’m the DM, I can decide, everyone gets a kiss tonight, she’s gonna-”]

Apphia leans in to give Ivandra a kiss on the cheek before heading back inside. Ivandra goes home to kick in a door because she could’ve Kissed her and didn’t.

Brianne also pulls Apphia aside after coming back inside. “I wanted to apologize to you. I think I made a lot of really wrong and unfair assumptions about you when we first met, and… I wanted to apologize.” [“Apphia is stunned, no one has ever apologized to her for that before.”] “There’s nothing to forgive, but… thank you.” “I’ve always been suspicious of nobility, but this past week you’ve been nothing but gracious and kind and… I think I’m better for knowing you. Thank you.” Apphia just kind of looks at her feet, blushing furiously. She’s had so many gay feels tonight already and now there are MORE?! And she wasn't prepared for these at all?!? “Sorry if that was too much, or too intense, but circumstances being what they are, I figured I should say it while I can.” Apphia is smiling. “Thank you. I’m grateful to have made your acquaintance. I hope this thing tomorrow won’t go bottoms-up.” “Me too. It’s frightening, but I’m glad we’re not going through it alone.” “So am I.” Before Apphia goes upstairs, she quietly adds “I think I’m better for knowing you too.” And she books it.

[M: “Welcome to the slow-burn fic you never asked for!” L: “Well, I DID ask for it.”]

[And Ghorza has to do her daily corruption roll overnight – and rolls a natural fucking one. Mercifully, her corruption only goes up by one, not over the threshold. “So, the night after her very first kiss, Ghorza is tormented by horrible gory dreams from Galaias.”]

The next morning, we all make our way up to the castle, super paranoid about anyone and everyone. Nemeth shows up on the way – Megs rolls a natural 1 on insight to see if that’s really Nemeth, and starts grabbing her horns to see if they’re fake. We pull her off and apologize.

G: “Here, Megs, if it makes you feel better – Nemeth, what’d I say last night, what’d I do?” N: “You told that story about the local legend – and hit it off with that librarian, eh?” G, in a tiny voice, blushing and ducking her head: “Yeah…” Nemeth gives her a high-five. Nemeth rolled insight to see if they’d fucked but successfully determined that they had not.

We get to the palace, meet Ivandra, make more checks, and determine it really is Ivandra. And the wait begins.

Brianne asks about going up to a parapet to watch – Ivandra agrees, and Ghorza goes with her, to ensure that no one is alone. We’re reminded, if we do see him, to just head back to the group.

Back downstairs, Apphia says, “You know, Ivandra, since we have time to spend – it’s been a long time, why don’t we play a game of chess?” Megs splutters and chokes. Ivandra declines.

Brianne keeps using her primeval awareness, feeling for fiends. She feels the cold pulse of the two we’d already seen. We watch, and wait, as the rain keeps coming down. It’s maddening. Ivandra says she’s interested in a game of chess after all, since “this is getting ridiculous.” Megs tries very hard to keep it cool, but Apphia rolls a nat 20 on her insight. She pries into what’s wrong, and Megs tries to act like it’s just about the cambion. She’s lying through her teeth.

As the watch continues, Brianne feels something new approaching – like an emptiness, a wound in the world. It’s coming towards the castle, but she can’t see it yet. She tells Ghorza, who implores her to come downstairs. Brianne wants to stay, but eventually gives in and comes down to warn the others.

Apphia and Ivandra have just arrived at the solarium, finding the empty chess set. Ivandra is furious. “THEY NEVER LEAVE THIS ROOM! The servants would never – who would – WHO WOULD TAKE THE PIECES AND NOT THE BOARD?!?” Apphia can make the DC 0 common sense check, and says she’s pretty sure it was Megido. She tries to call

[Gwen: “Megs stealing the pieces and not the board” Megan: “…I ACTUALLY KNOW BOTH THE PEOPLE IN THAT!”]

They get back to the foyer, and Megs is pointedly avoiding their gaze. It’s at this point that Ghorza and Brianne burst back in, seeing Ivandra looking extremely frustrated. “HE’S COMING!”

He was still making his way through the city, at a normal walking speed, when we left the parapet.

[“He was just at a normal walking speed, not flying or-“ “Reaver wasn’t on wheelies? Or roller skates?” “Actually, he’s on a roller derby team… the Speed Demons!” “YOU’RE DISOWNED”]

We start taking our positions. Brianne and Megs posts up on the stairs, to have a bit of a height advantage. Cadence walks up to a slightly higher stair, because she wants to be on the tallest thing? Eventually she comes back down to be nearer to pouncing range. Nemeth and Ghorza are up front. Apphia stays near the front, ready to bestow something on the front-liners. Ivandra stays a bit back.

There are resounding knocks on the door, and it pushes open.

In walks a short, portly, doughy-looking man with grey eyes. He’s wearing rich black and gold accoutrements – and a broad smile.

“Well, friends, I’m sorry to keep you waiting. Thank you SO much for your gracious invitation.”

He’s twirling a burlap bag with something round in it. After much taunting, he reveals Albrecht’s head.

“And that’s not all I picked up in Aldessein.”

He gestures, and behind him appears Juna, bound, hands broken, crying – and a cultist with a knife to her throat.

There’s a lot more bargaining, barbs, pleading from Megs, threats – and Cadence casts Dispel Magic.

Anchasra sees her, tries to react, too slowly – and the image of Juna melts away, revealing another assassin.

FUCKING CALLED IT!

Apphia casts a twinned Protection from Good and Evil on Ghorza and Nemeth.

Brianne hears the voice of Anchasra in her head, scraping in, telling her “How does it feel to be so… SUPERFLUOUS? So out of your depth? She’ll never love you!” – but she shakes it off.

Ghorza applies the holy oil to her weapon and charges in – she takes a swing at him and in a flash he sidesteps out of the way – but she catches him on the backswing! There’s a flash of light as it slices into him, burning and hissing, as blue-black ichor comes from the wound. He snarls horribly, “YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT!”

He casts another spell on Megs, which, miraculously, does not take effect.

Brianne takes several shots at him, but misses them all, with his mockery in her head, and him blurring out of the way.

Megs shouts “WHERE IS SHE, YOU BASTARD!” and catches him with a powerful shot right in his chest. As expected, it does less damage than normal.

Cadence hits him – with a MOONBEAM!

Sadly, he makes his save on his turn, but it clearly burns and tears his flesh!

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DEALING WITH – BUT IT’S TIME YOU FOUND OUT!”

He erupts outward into a massive, warped midnight-blue form, burning yellow-orange eyes, with massive dark wings and a fanged maw. He is still clad in his finery, stretching to fit his true form. Huge, dull ivory horns arc back from his brow; large hooked talons; a long chitinous tail ending with a large stinger. And he takes off into the air – but Ghorza manages to make another slash at him as he does. He flies out of the Moonbeam, his form crackling and sizzling as he goes.

One of the Malefactors casts a spell on Anchasra, clutching a holy symbol of Cyric, and then turns to Ghorza, a corona of purple light surrounding her head. The other says “You will pay, betrayer!” and does the same to Nemeth, then charging her with her rapier.

Ivandra shoots out a whip of magic towards one of the Malefactors, which loops around its head, and it locks up in place.

Nemeth tries to use that same ‘crown of despair’ spell on the paralyzed Malefactor in front of her, but it fizzles. “A NICE TRICK, NEMETH, BUT YOU FORGET – I CREATED YOU!” She looks afraid, but steels herself, and stabs through the rigid cultist repeatedly, look of horror frozen on their face.

Apphia shoots a Guiding Bolt at Anchasra [and crits her 3rd-level version for FORTY-ONE RADIANT DAMAGE!] “All of the grief and rage and frustration in her life has coalesced into this menacing horror flapping above you, and you draw power into your hand – and you feel another hand behind yours, and a calm voice that says ‘Let go.’ You do, and a massive lance of silver light shoots forth, spearing through Anchasra as he tries in vain to dodge out of the way. His body sears and crackles more, bone now exposed in many places, a tear through one of his wings. He lets out a massive psychic scream.”

["Apphia “Steel Balls” “Big Nasty” Rhedyn, everyone."]

Anchasra tries another spell on Apphia and fucking fails.

Ghorza, unfortunately, cannot reach the flying bastard. She instead charges in to attack the non-paralyzed Malefactor, and lands two solid hits.

Anchasra manages to finally land a spell on Megs, [a Vicious Mockery for 5 damage].

Brianne takes a couple more shots at Anchasra – the first misses thanks to his words in her mind again. The second hits him with an Ensnaring Strike, restraining him with magical vines – or not[, because of his Legendary Resistance]. He tears through them, ripping them to shreds.

Megs manages to take another shot, and despite the Vicious Mockery, manages to land another good hit on Anchasra.

Cadence heals Megs back up to full with a healing word, and her moonbeam blinks out and opens up right on top of him again.

Anchasra screams, burning with radiant moonlight. No longer able to sustain his flight, he floats unsteadily back to the ground. He is horribly wounded, favoring his one badly mangled wing. He looks at Nemeth, and shouts “I UNDERESTIMATED YOU ONCE – I WILL NOT AGAIN! THIS IS FAR FROM OVER! I WILL FIND MORE, YOUR MOTHERS” - looking at Ghorza – “YOUR BROTHER” – looking at Apphia.

He reaches out with a talon, slicing open a hole in reality – beyond is a red plain of the Abyss, with a black castle visible in the distance. He leaps through, and the gate is gone. Nemeth is dismayed ary his escape.

The malefactor by Ghorza tries to attack her – and manages to pierce a gap in her plate with one of his strikes, impaling her, as the purple halo around her head sears her with necrotic damage. Thankfully, Juna loves her, and her ring of necrotic resistance shields her from the worst of it.

[After the cambion was gone, the remaining minions, terrified by the defeat of their god's champion, were mopped up quickly - one extremely dead, and one knocked unconscious. Albrecht's head, unfortunately, is real and not another illusion.]

[Fun fact for those watching at home - we might have made it look easy, but mostly we just got OBSCENELY lucky. Multiple crits, extremely high attack rolls in general, making nearly every save he threw at us, poor saves by our enemies, and managing to burn him down and send him running so quickly, before he could really unleash on us - all of that was a huge factor. Plus the fact that we'd prepared, and he had underestimated us.]