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ultraflavour · 9 months

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7 Fantasy RPGs to fill the D&D-shaped Hole in your Life

So. It finally happened. Either Hasbro, or Wizards of the Coast, or someone else associated with Dungeons & Dragons finally did something so fucked-up that you've decided to swear it off entirely.

The problem is that for decades, there has been one obvious answer to the question of "What game with Dwarves, Longswords and Wizards in it should we play" and that was D&D, every time. Even their strongest rival in the past couple of decades was just an older version of D&D with a spit shine.

Now you find yourself adrift in a sea of possibility, with no signposts. There are names you've heard, but you have no idea which ones you'd actually be interested in, because you had always just assumed you'd be playing D&D until the heat death of the universe.

So let's take a look at a few games that want to fill that D&D-shaped hole in your gaming life, and examine what they're offering.

Disclaimer: I'm not covering the entire breadth and depth of the TTRPG industry here. I'm specifically going to be covering Fantasy RPGs that should appeal to D&D fans here. So if I didn't cover your favourite indie RPG, sorry. But there has to be a "First step" outside of the D&D bubble, and each of these games should fulfill that need.

The Other "Kitchen Sink" Game: Pathfinder

If you can't bring yourself to keep playing the corporate game, but you still want something that offers as close to that gameplay experience as you can possibly get, your best bet at the time of this writing is probably Pathfinder 2nd Edition.

I say this as someone who very much did not vibe with the original Pathfinder, or its "D&D in space" sister product Starfinder. But at this point, I'd absolutely tell a newcomer to jump into Pathfinder 2E before I recommended they buy any WotC product.

To their credit, the 2nd Edition of Pathfinder does much more to, uh, find its own path by diverging from 3.5 edition and implementing new systems that take it into uncharted territory. The "Two Actions Per Turn" paradigm is often cited by its proponents as being a meaningful improvement over the 5E way of doing things.

The "TTJRPG": Fabula Ultima

One of the biggest success stories of the early 20's was Fabula Ultima from NEED Games in Italy. It came seemingly out of nowhere to win the ENnie Gold Award for Best Game of 2023. Since then it's become notoriously difficult to find in print, though it's still freely available as a PDF.

Fabula Ultima is a "TTJRPG," modelled after Japanese fantasy video games like Final Fantasy, Dragon Quest, Phantasy Star, Breath of Fire, etc. While it's firmly planted in the Fantasy genre, its gameplay will also very recognizable to fans of those types of games.

The major benefit of this conceit is that you can probably already picture how combat in FabUlt works in your mind: Two rows of characters take turns jumping and slashing at each other, or casting magical spells to harm, heal, or apply status conditions. There's no concept of "Spacing," but the game still manages to be mechanically intricate with lots of varied class abilities and status effects to apply.

D&D refugees looking for a game where you simply pick a class and fight some monsters, but aren't too particular about how they do that, will find a lot to love here. FabUlt leans much more heavily on storytelling mechanics than D&D does, so players who've been looking for something a bit more "Theater of the Mind" should be well taken care of here.

Final Fantasy Lancer: ICON

Like Fabula Ultima, ICON is a TTRPG that takes heavy inspiration from JRPGs, specifically tactical games like Final Fantasy Tactics and Tactics Ogre. It's from Massif Press, who also authored the surprise indie Mech combat hit Lancer.

And like Lancer, ICON is a game with two very distinct rulesets: Outside of combat, a "Fiction-first" narrative system inspired heavily by Blades in the Dark; In combat, a grid-based tactical skirmish game reminiscent of D&D 4th Edition. All backed by the gorgeous art of its author Tom Parkinson-Morgan, who also writes and illustrates the comic Kill Six Billion Demons.

ICON separates its "narrative" class system from its combat class system, giving each character two distinct character sheets that come into play at different times. Because those two systems don't have to cross over very much, each can be as intricate or as rules-light as it needs to be to promote the type of gameplay most appropriate for the situation.

The Old-School Gateway Drug: Shadowdark

If you ever took a few steps outside of the walled garden that is D&D in the past few years, you will likely have read or heard of the OSR, or "Old-School Revival/Renaissance." Proponents of the OSR are players who yearn for an older style of Dungeon Crawling Survival Horror game that hearkens back to the early days of D&D, before the players became akin to superheroes.

Shadowdark aims to be a game that bridges the gap to that style of gameplay, without being totally unfamiliar to players who only ever learned 5th Edition mechanics. It's "Old-School gaming, modernized."

Aside from simply being a modern take on a D20 fantasy game, it freshens up gameplay using a mechanic called the "Torch Timer." It turns light into a resource that dwindles in real time. This serves to elevate the tension of the game as every minute that passes is one less minute of light on your torch. And when the torches run out, well... You can probably guess what happens next.

5th Edition with the Serial Numbers Filed Off: Tales of the Valiant

Tell me if you've heard this one before: Wizards of the Coast introduces sweeping changes to its "Open" license model, leading existing 3rd-party content creators to create their own version of an older ruleset to protect the viability of their backlog. It happened in the past, but what are the chances that happens a second time? Ha!

Well... It did happen again. This time, playing the role of the "Paizo" in this scenario is Kobold Press, who loudly declared that they were "Raising the Black Flag" in response. In order to ensure that there would always be a "Core Fantasy" ruleset that would remain compatible with their content, they announced Tales of the Valiant, which would essentially duplicate the 5th Edition ruleset with a bit of a spit shine, in much the same way that Pathfinder did for 3.5 Edition.

Tales of the Valiant will be the game for the D&D player who just wanted a rules refresh of 5th Edition, but also doesn't want to keep throwing money at the corporate hegemony. It should end up being "The 5E you can feel good about supporting," and that matters right now.

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Matt Colville's Big Bet: The MCDM RPG

Kobold Press was not the only publisher of third-party D&D content to have a strong reaction to the OGL fiasco. Unlike Tales of the Valiant however, Matt Colville's response was to announce a fully new Fantasy RPG system, with no expectation of backwards compatibility with any edition of D&D.

MCDM's sights are firmly set on the "Post-Kitchen-Sink" future, and to that end their game is explicitly not trying to be the one game for every possible playstyle. It's Tactical, meaning you'll need a grid to play it on, and it's Heroic, meaning characters should feel powerful, and not like they're constantly one critical hit or failed trap-sensing check away from being decapitated.

This approach might seem like a massive risk considering how insanely powerful 5th Edition became at its peak. But a record-breaking crowdfunding campaign backed by over 30,000 people shows that there is at least an appetite for something new, and that there is a like-minded community of players ready and waiting to join you.

The Critical Role Game: Daggerheart

If the Kobold Press announcement was a shot across the bow, and the MCDM crowdfunder was a bomb dropped, then Daggerheart is a full-blown asteroid, streaking straight towards Wizards of the Coast HQ.

Daggerheart is an original Fantasy RPG from Darrington Press, the publishing arm of the Critical Role media company. That by itself should mean something considering how important CR is to the D&D brand, but there's more to talk about here. Though it superficially resembles D&D in a lot of ways, it has some extremely important differences. Namely, its use of "Powered by the Apocalypse" mechanics such as "Fail Forward" dice rolling and "No Initiative" combat.

While "PbtA" has become somewhat of a loaded term in the D&D community, Critical Role has an opportunity to overcome that stigma with the sheer force of their platform. I've made this case already in the past, but if they were to use their power to do for themselves what they did for 5th Edition, it would be the most significant threat to the Hasbro Hegemony to emerge since Pathfinder. Let alone taking just a slice, Daggerheart has the long-term potential to take the whole damn pie.

And more!

The games I've listed here are all theoretically capable of replacing the Corpo game as your "go-to" long-term game. Not all of them are fully playable as of this writing, but they all represent one possible future for the "Sword and Sorcery" RPG genre.

There are of course a whole plethora of other games out there beyond the limited scope of "Medieval Fantasy" that are just as valid and just as viable, if you're feeling a bit more adventurous.

If you're looking for something explicitly tactical like a miniature skirmish game, but still in the RPG genre, and you're willing to expand your choice of genre beyond Euro-centric Medieval Fantasy even further beyond ICON, you might be interested in Gubat Banwa or the aforementioned Lancer.

If you want a game that promotes a slightly more streamlined, less mechanically-intricate approach to combat while still giving you tons of monsters to kick the shit out of, you might want to check out the "Illuminated by LUMEN" family of games inspired by the games LIGHT and NOVA from Gila RPGs. It might even inspire you to write your own RPG!

If you're more interested in the Old-School Renaissance, you might want to check out Forbidden Lands, Dungeon Crawl Classics, Old-School Essentials, or MÖRK BORG.

If you like the idea of "Old-School Roleplaying" but are also willing to step outside of the fantasy genre into Sci-fi territory, you might be interested in Stars Without Number, its Cyberpunk sister product Cities Without Number, or Mothership.

Finally, if you just want a game that focuses on telling the best story rather than mindlessly killing monsters and acquiring loot, you might want to check out Blades in the Dark, Thirsty Sword Lesbians, Girl by Moonlight, Coyote and Crow, and many more Fiction-First games in the Powered by the Apocalypse and Forged in the Dark genres.

But most importantly: Just play more games! Don't just buy them, play them! The point of this whole exercise is to replace the monopoly with a plurality, for the sake of the health of the tabletop gaming industry.

Because the next time Hasbro lays off a bunch of WotC employees, there should be a much stronger, more diverse industry for them to land in feet-first. We should all want for the people who build the games we love to feel safe in their career choice. Not just for the sake of the ones who are already there, but for future prospective designers and artists who want to make their mark.

It should be viable to be a tabletop game designer outside of just making more D&D stuff forever, because as we've seen, it's not safe to assume that we can all just keep doing the same thing we've been doing and not get bit on the ass by it.

If we want that future, we have to take it into our own hands and build it ourselves. But if there's one group of people that knows about building something very big from very little, it's TTRPG players.

#ttrpg #icon rpg #icon ttrpg #mcdm #pathfinder #fabula ultima #kobold press #tales of the valiant #daggerheart

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spyridonya · 10 months

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I have no idea if this will be a two part post or a series of things, but I wanted to write a little about Forgotten Realms for new BG3 fans. I decided the best start was here:

Baldur's Gate Primer: Fantasy Kitchen Sink and CRPGs

The Forgotten Realms began as an official campaign setting for Advanced Dungeons and Dragons ("1e") in 1987 and published by TSR Inc, the gaming company that originally published D&D.

Since its introduction, the Forgotten Realms' world of Toril has been wildly popular, jumping over the then more established Greyhawk, Dragonlance, and several other settings whose influences were based High Middle Ages Northern and Central Europe (and the unfortunate implications of Central Asian Nomads with monsters such as orcs and goblins). Ed Greenwood is the loving (if slightly horny) creator of the Realms, though many authors have written stories within the setting for several good reasons.

The Realms is an excellent Fantasy Kitchen Sink.

While Toril has several European influences, it has little to do with High Middle Ages in world building and more to do with 19th century based on nation states with the aesthetics of the Late Renaissance in terms of art, culture, and technology.

Toril also took inspiration from other cultures with their nations and continents:

The first of Toril's continents written about was Kara-Tur, which was introduced before the 'official campaign book' and heavily focused based on East Asian.

Another continent based on Central Indigenous nations (Mayan and Aztec) called Maztica, who are giving the Faerun colonists hell due to their magic and their immune systems, and consider themselves the 'True World'.

There’s the nation of Zakhara that’s based between Faerun and Kara-Tur, making it a touch on the nose since it's based on Arabian Nights.

The nation Chult is based after the Congo Basin rainforest, though it really seems like whoever made this development slept through Heart of Darkness. (It went away for a little while, but it's back now.)

Meanwhile Calimshan and Mulhorand are based after Morocco and Egypt.

Bear in mind, despite good intentions that Ed Greenwood and TSR had, a lot of the old lore comes off as Orientalist, and WotC hasn't done much to update it save slapping a disclaimer on PDF files and not much else with these settings save a bare description.

However, if some dork-ass tells you that Wyll and BIPOC are going against the lore accuracy, tell them to fuck off. The Forgotten Realm was introduced with a BIPOC setting despite it’s flaws.

Due to the diversity of the 'Realms', the setting has attracted writers, artists, and campaign designers who developed some of D&D's most iconic characters and thus influenced a lot of how D&D's multiverse structure. Players loved the lore of the Realms and the feeling their characters could be from anywhere and do anything. This is in contrast to Greyhawk never really growing past it's War Game boundaries as a world and Dragonlance's creators being highly protective of it's inflexible plot with the lack of multiple settings.

So it made sense when TSR approached the game developer SISI with their Gold Box Engine with the Forgotten Realms in mind. SISI's first D&D based game is called Pool of Radiance, and the game took place in Faerun’s Moonsea region in the ruins of Phlan, where adventurers fought off undead and fiends to help give a new city a fighting chance in rebuilding. While SISI would dabble in Dragonlance and Dark Sun (a post apocalyptic setting that is so fucking grim dark, Githyanki ran away from Dark Sun's world of Athas screaming), most of their games were based in Forgotten Realms.

For those curious about the Gold Box Game series: when BG1 was my 13 year-old-heart's special interest, I played them. It's really, really weird because so much of the story is in the manual and clunky as fuck. But I was itching to play anything DnD at the time.

In 1997, TSR was purchased in 1997 by Wizards of the Coast (WotC), though it allowed the continued development of yet another CRPG set in the Realms by a then unknown company called Bioware. In 1998, Bioware released Baldur's Gate and using the Infinity Engine Bioware, Black Isle, and WotC would continue to make several games including BG2, BG:TOB, and Neverwinter Nights before parting ways in 2006 with Bioware. Bioware would then focus on its own wildly successful CRPG IPs.

By then, WotC was owned by Habsro (since 1999) and after two decades of excellent turn based CRPGs, they stopped focus on the genre when Neverwinter Nights 2 didn’t do as well as its predecessor and focused on different genres such as Hack’n’Slash, Action Adventure, and Boardgames - though they were all set in the Forgotten Realms.

However one of these games would reach the popularity of the Gold Box, Infinity, or Aurora engine based games (BG, Icewind Dale, and Planescape Torment) . The only turned based CRPGs that were released from 2007 to 2020 were remakes of the Infinity Engine games by Beamdog Studios who attempted to get the rights to make BG3.

WotC declined Beamdog, deciding to approach Larian studios instead for Baldur’s Gate 3 in 2016, likely wanting to approach a style closer to Neverwinter Nights rather than isometric. Due to D&D new popularity, both companies expected that BG3 would do well, but neither company had any idea how big Baldur’s Gate 3 would be.

I'm likely going to do a post on the important historical events in the Realms mentioned in BG3 - and some that are not.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate #d&d

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homo-rashi · 1 year

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Roommates (Original Work) Ch 1.

The Start of Something (contains Omorashi)

Read it on my Ao3 here: Link

Augustine truly did not think this through. When the idea came to him a few nights after his parents sat him down and broke the news, He thought he was an geneious! It would solve everything. Having to see his mom and dad go though the whole process of selling the house and moving out. Not to mention, alternating weekends with his mom…Right now and for the foreseeable future, he would do anything to avoid that. August could only imagine it being unpleasant at the least and mildly suicide inducing at the worst, if he is feeling dramatic.

Which he was, feeling dramatic that is. Something about the cold, silent air of August’s bedroom at three in the morning, The feeling of time being liminal, like nothing else exists outside of the four poster-ridden walls, always makes his brain think he can do anything, like suddenly out of nowhere deciding to become a five-star Chef by binge watching every single episode of bon-appetit test kitchen. Or randomly gaining the motivation to transform his physic two weeks before break ends by following a single Chloe Ting workout video, but skipping all of the jumping because well, it's three in the morning and his parents are asleep downstairs.

This time however, his three in the morning delusion led him to his current reality. He will admit, going to his mom with the cheesy powerpoint presentation he made about why boarding school would be the best thing for him after he refused to talk to her for a week, was probably teetering on the edge of being manipulative. But at the time, he found little shame in his well-devised plan.You can pretty much justify any morally-unjust action when your Mom recently admitted to her sixteen year-old son and her husband of 25 years that she had been unfaithful in their marriage with her boss of all people.

It all went a lot faster than he had envisioned. They broke the news during summer, that way the move wouldn't have interfered with August’s school work and thanks to his somewhat good grades and rather impeccable attendance record (Just because his dad didn't know about the cheating didn't mean being at home was all that great…His mom didn't cheat for no reason, and school was always a great way to escape hell for a few hours) He was able to apply for a scholarship and get accepted to attend the one boarding school he found online that was still accepting new students this last into summer. St.Milton’s Academy for Boys.

Getting to St.Miltons was already too much for August.. The stress of getting on a plane without his Mom or Dad made him restless. Having never left the west coast before, Jumping on a plane with nothing but himself and his duffle bag from summer camp, trading coasts to live in Maine sounded fake. But here he was, duffle bag in tow, his childhood stuffed shark plush hanging out of the mesh outer pocket for everyone to see, boarding a charter bus to take him to his new life. Actually, being just stressed in an understatement, August is terrified.

“Augustine Harrington?” The scary women with the crooked nose called his name seconds after him and twelve other boys, who were definitely younger than him, offloaded their things from the bus and lined up outside the large, intimidating brick building adorned with gold cross embellishments knockers on both of the large black front doors.

“Yes?” August sheepishly puts up his hand, of course all eyes gravitate to him,

“A simple ‘present’ would suffice.” The woman says with a slight twinge of annoyance in her voice that immediately steals August's ability to speak. He simply nods in response. The woman finishes taking the roll. Everyone else gives her a firm ‘present’ in response to their names being called following August’s blunder. He has never wished someone named Aaron Anderson would have been by his side more then in this moment…

“My name is Priscilla Constentine, But to all of you, I'm Mrs.Constentine or simply enough, Headmaster Constance.I make the rules here at St.Milton and enforce them, so see to it you follow them…” The headmaster looks down the row of students, Her beady black eyes stopping on August. “The lot of you, besides you, are all freshmen. The head of your floor and the person who you will come to with any questions you may have about your living situation is waiting for you just past those doors on the first floor, you are dismissed.”

Augusts watches as every single one of the other boys bealines for the two large black wooden doors, disappearing behind them without even looking back. The Headmasters eyes still laying rest on him.

“Follow me. Since you're our only new sophomore, I'll just show you to your room myself, no use bothering your RA for one student.” August once again just nods and follows the women through the same black doors, but instead of going straight, She abruptly takes a left, leading to a large wooden staircase. “The sophomore dorms are on the fourth floor, don't ask me why, I make the rules not the floorplans, and yes, before you ask, there is no elevator, this building was constructed before such frivolous things were put to use.”

The trek to the fourth floor is less than pleasant. Still carrying his duffle bag on one shoulder, combined with the lingering heat of summer and the humidity everyone back in California warmed him about, makes for his entire person to be coated in a thin layer of sweat by the time they reach a door marked 301.

“What the fuck! Come on-no your left!---Your other fuckin left you cock-suckin piece of-” The headmaster opens the door with out announcing her presence, the loud screaming from beyond it stops abruptly. “I gotta go.” August follows in her footsteps, taking his first glance into the room, seeing a boy with start black hair taking off a gaming headset that's glowing red.

“Mr.Wright. I do hope you atleast completed some of your summer reading and chores before you started playing…whatever that is?” She motions to the computer monitor tucked away on a dark oak corner desk.

“Counterstrike.” The boy replied casually, rolling his desk chair away from his desk and towards one of the two lofted beds taking up most of the room. “This him?” He motions to August, before bending down and opening something under his bed, and pulling out a large green and black energy drink.

“Augustine, meet Maxwell, Your roommate and the constant pain in my side. Be nice, and get along. He is in most of your classes besides swimming, so i'm sure you will be more than happy to help him out when classes start?” Maxwell offers a tilt of his drink to the Headmaster, who just shakes her head at the gesture before making her exist, leaving August awkwardly standing in the middle of the room.

“You can call me-Aumax” The two boys words intersect into one jumble of words,

“August,”

“Max,” They both say, this time being able to understand each other. “Okay look, This is my side, obviously. There should be uniforms and shit in your wardrobe, I had to clean my shit out with very little notice thanks to you so If it's a little sticky, it's just from spilled booze, confiscated now, of course. Didn't get the chance to clean it, not like I would have anyways… but yeah, If i'm not back before lights out, cover for me yeah?” August can barely move out of the way before Max is walking past him, quickly grabbing a gray and blue suit jacket off of the back of the door and throwing it over his shoulder.

“Hold on! What time is light’s out?” August asks quickly, his voice feeling tense in his throat,

“Whenever our lame ass RA decides he is done studying!” Max shouts, halfway down the hallway. The door slowly creaks shut, closing out any of the cold air that the breeze from the hallways opened windows was letting in.

August lets out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. The air that left his lungs was probably what was left inside of him of california. The reality of where he is and what he is doing seems to settle into the quiet loneliness of the dorm room.

“Maxwell Wright…Sounds like a rich-kid name but…” August says to himself, looking around the furnished side of the dorm. The computer is clearly the main focus of his roommate's side. The desk has multiple empty cans of energy drink placed randomly, not a care in the world for the faded circles the cars have clearly left all over the dark stained wood desktop. Nothing about him screams 'vaguely religious private school kid’ besides his name.

Random posters line the walls above Max’s bed. The largest one being a spiderman:homecoming poster, with Tom Holland front and center. August takes a second to appreciate his roommate's taste in movies…or more his taste in men. At Least that's why August has seen any of the Spiderman movies from 2016-present.

August looks closely between both of their beds, noticing they share the same bedding. Clearly, it's been provided by the school. This brings his attention to his side of the room, and he decides its best to take advantage of having his room to himself for the afternoon. He wastes no time throwing his duffle down and stripping the bed.

At first he thought he could get away with it. The color difference between his special white sheet and the default white that bed was made with aren't that different, but the texture is far too obvious. If he wasn't to make his bed completely one morning, someone would be able to tell the sheet he was sleeping on is more coated, rubbery and thicker.

He begrudgingly puts the thin cotton sheet on top of his waterproof sheet, being only slightly annoyed that that means when the invendible happens, he will have more laundry to do then he would have liked. But he quickly accepts that hiding his nighttime problem is more important than reducing his trips to the laundry room.

He finished unpacking, giving his very sticky wardrobe a wipe down before placing his runners and shower shoes in the bottom of it. The only decoration he technically brought is his stuffed ikea shark. He decides it's not as embarrassing as a teddy bear and throws it up by his pillows, making a mental note to look for a magazine or two at the store (do they even get to go off campus to the store?) to get some posters to hang up. Feeling content with his side of the room for now, and feeling like his skin is going to ment off from the lack of air-conditioning, he decides he should have a look around and find out where a few other important rooms are.

His floor seems to be all bedrooms. He looks around every corner of the large square building but finds nothing but wooden doors with gold number plates, the occasionally one having a funny/mildy crude doormat placed in front of it. There is a small common area at the top of the stairs with a microwave oven and fridge, but other than that, nothing.

He ventures down the next three floors and finds the same thing. The only difference he spots between the two is that floor three has different flooring then the rest, possibly due to a renovation that was done at some time, not what he was looking to find.

When he gets to the first floor he spots his first sign of life. A guy with blonde hair similar to his is sprawled out across one of the large green sectionals in the common room. Immediately when stepping into said room he sees the sign for laundry. Not ideal, but better than it being in a whole different building. He would have to be sneaky, so as to not get caught running through four flights of stairs with soiled bedding, but it wasn't the end of the world.

“Hey! I thought everyone arrived earlier? Did you need help finding your room?” August is started by the high pitched voice seemingly addressing him. He turns around and sure enough, the lounging boy is now sitting up with a bright smile on his face.

“Oh- No! I got here earlier, I'm on the fourth floor…” He awkwardly motions upwards, as if it's not obvious that's where the fourth floor would be.

“My bad! I thought you were one of my freshmen, but still, Can I help you with anything or are you just exploring?” The boy laughs gently, standing up from the sofa and walking over with his hand outreached, “I’m Rowan.” August reaches out and introduces himself, the one question he has lingering in his throat.

“Floor four you said? Were in the same year then! Sophomores are always freshman R.A’s, Juniors are Sophomore R.A’s, Seniors…well they are their own R.A’s but between you and me, they don't really do much besides routine candle checks.”

“Candle checks?” August asks, not the questions he wanted to ask, but it's what slipped out in his curiosity.

“Banned item. You know like Hair straighteners,” Check, August thinks to the red and blue mini flat-iron he uses for his bangs every morning sitting on his desk in his dorm currently., “Candle and incense,” He brought the lavender incense his aunt gave him as a parting gift to ‘help him sleep in the dorms’ when she found out he was coming here…”and like hotplates and other cooking things that heat up, Basically if it can make a fire, you aren't allowed to have it.”

“Oh okay, yeah don't have anything like that.” August smiles awkwardly, Rowan doesn't skip a beat in keeping the conversation going.

“Hey, if you do it's none of my business, remember, Freshman RA, not my floor…not my problem.” Rowan winks, August immediately feels less awkward and afraid, He seems normal unlike his seemingly rouge roommate.

“Um speaking of floors, Where is the bathroom on our floor because I couldn't find it.” August finally asks, the words no longer stuck in this throat.

“Oh! yeah…Apparently like ten years ago there was a bad flood on floor three that caused like thousands of dollars worth of damage to the building's old ass structure, so the only restroom is on this floor, down the hallway opposite the stairwell.” August looks back to make sure he heard that right and sure enough, he sees a small arrow pointing that direction with a small stick figure of a man on it.

“One bathroom for…how many of us?” August asks, in disbelief.

“It's really big! Don't worry! You only run into issues in the mornings for the first like two weeks and then everyone falls into a routine. You barely even notice you sharing a shower with seventy-five guys after a while.”

“Seventy-five guys…okay I'm gonna go check it out.” August say turning around rather abruptly,

“I'll come with you, don't want you getting lost!” August freezes in place. Red flags going off in his head.

“No that's okay, I was just gonna take a shower, You dont wanna have to wait for me.” August lies, again. He figured he would be doing a lot of that considering his issues, but two times within the first hour is crazy.

“Dude… You’re sharing with seventy-five teenage boys. Trust me, you don’t want to do that without shower shoes and the school doesn't provide toiletries so you have to bring your own shampoo and shit.” August sighs, he knows that, hence why he has all of that and a shower catty he bought at Target shoved in his wardrobe. He would have brought them if he was actually planning to shower… But he isn't. He was planning on finding the laundry room and then having a quick piss, a quick piss he can only take if he is alone.

“Yeah, okay I'll be back then.” August says as friendly as possible, trying to distract from his obvious annoyance. He turns the other way, up the stairs deciding he will just wait. He isn't desperate, no. He knows better than to let himself get desperate in an unfamiliar setting, but he still just got off a long bus ride from the airport and indulged in a few in-air ginger ales to calm his nervous stomach.

“Dinner is at six, Just follow everyone and you should be good!” The callout is faint from the bottom of the stairs, but echoes up the tall empty space. August doesnt say anything back, but instantly devises a plan. When he sees everyone leaving the dorms for dinner, He will get to pee in peace, without fear of locking up because everyone will be busy eating in presumably, a whole different building.

The problem with that plan is, it's currently three. That means roughly three hours, give or take however long it takes for everyone to get out of here and go to lunch. August isn't desperate right now, but in three hours…The problem is that he doesn't have a problem. It's not like he is sick or has some sort of condition, well not one that would normally cause issues of his kind. It's just anxiety. From his pee-shyness to the bedwetting. It's all brought on by stress and anxiety. No matter what meds doctors have given him throughout the years, starting when he was 10 and was still consistently wetting the bed, none of them really worked.

Sure, they took away the surface level feeling of anxiousness that he lived with constantly. That was nice, but he was still worrying, constantly, deep down. The bed wetting and various other bathroom issues never got better, if anything, the meds not fixing him like the doctors swore they would, only made him stress out more, in turn making everything worse. So he was stuck like this.

It’s manageable. He has found ways around the bed wetting. At home he would often wake up just as it would start and could manage to get to the bathroom with only having to change his boxers. He wouldn't even consider that an accident at this point in his life.

His pee-shyness is a little more tricky, but he has found solutions…ones that aren't so practical when you have a roommate. If his dad was cleaning outside the bathroom at his house and he needed to go he would simply go to his room a whole floor away and find the nearest empty fast-food cup or coffee mug he had ‘conveniently forgotten’ to take out of his room and make use of that. Nobody would ever think he was peeing in his bedroom so he could always, without a doubt, pee in there. It's only in bathrooms he has trouble actually going.

He instinctively looks around his dorm once he closes the door. The steps having jostled his bladder far more than he would have liked, making him realize he would like to not feel like this for longer then he has to. There aren't any cups he would pee in, mostly because they aren't his, He isn't really picky. There are plenty of energy drinks cans he figures if worst comes to worst he could use, it's not easy but he has done it before.

Knowing his roommate, Max, isn't going to be back until what he insinuated was going to be well into the night, August decides he will try to wait it out. If he starts to feel desperate at all, then he will use the can and throw it out on his way to dinner, disposing of any and all evidence. The perfect plan.

* * *

The perfect plan that depended on one thing. His damn roommate. The roommate who made such a big deal about not being back till ‘lights out’ who just so happened to walk through the door the second August decided he was past the point of desperateness.

He admittedly waited too long. The want to wait till six was in the back of his mind, along with the anxieties about someone coming into his room, Mac, or an RA for a ‘candle check’ or whatever it was Rowan mentioned. Both sort of froze him with anxiety, instead of working through it, August chose to sit on his bed and scroll on tiktok for the last two hours, becoming increasingly aware of his legs becoming crossed, and then his hand slowly slipping between his legs. The moment he felt the first bit of wet tricking into his boxers, he jumped up and grabbed the energy drink can.

“Hey- Did you get into my stash!?” Max, because of course he would, barged through the door, immediately making eye contact with August who had the empty can in his grasps, getting ready to figure out the best place in the room to pee in it would be.

“What? N-no! I was just cleaning up!” August quickly looked around the room, spotting a small metal trash bin under Max’s desk. He bends down and chucks the empty can inside it, trying not to squirm around as he does so.

“Okay…In case you didn't get the memo, My side” He points to where August is currently standing, “ And your side. We don't ‘clean’ each other's sides, got it?” His tone was less than savory. August just nods in response, quickly going to his side of the room and sitting down in his desk chair at his empty desk. He watched Max bend down and plug his cell phone into a charge by the side of his bed, before plopping down at his own desk.

“I-I thought you were gonna be out all night?” August asks, seeing Max grab to slide his headphone on and power up his gaming computer.

“Phone died, would be bored as shit without it, plus, it's almost dinner and I slept through breakfast. Now if you don't mind.” Max slipped head headphones on, tuning his back from August, who immediately shoved both his hands between his legs.

‘Okay this is bad, very bad! Can you make it down the stairs?’ August thought, Even if lunch wasn't for another forty-five minutes, He could just go outside. Find a nice secluded tree and water it. He decided to stand up- ‘no! Nope! Bad, Bad, Bad!’ immediately his brain and body decided that was the wrong idea because not a little, but a lot of warmth coats the palm of his hand upon standing.

Panicked, He jumps forward less than gracefully, practically throwing himself onto the lofted bed and under the covers.

“What the fuck was that?” August rolls over to look at Max who now has one headphone off and is staring at him with an annotated look. “Your fuckin weird, Are you taking a nap? You know you have to go get dinner when they say right? You can't just go to the cafeteria whenever you want.”

“jetlag…I'm not hungry, just gonna have extra breakfast tomorrow.” August feels very, very proud of that lie. His best one of the day. He is just glad he got under the covers before Max was turned around because his hands are the only thing keeping him from squirming around like an idiot.

“Where are you even from anyways?” Max asks, August does not want to talk right now, He wants to pee, He needs to pee.

“San Diego, it's a town in Califor-”

“I know where San Diego fuckin is-Wait, doesnt that make it like what, 2:00pm there? Shouldn't you be the opposite of Jetlagged?” August curses under his breath, That is true, He searches for an answer and finds it staring right at him, behind Max,

“I stayed up late gaming the last few weeks with my friends, my sleep schedule is all messed up.” August does not in fact play any videos games, if anything they make him anxious and a little nauseous.

“Oh, well, Fix it because I'm not gonna wait for you if you sleep in next week when classes start.” Max turns his attention back to his game, slipping his headphones back on.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is bad. He isn't gonna leave until dinner? What should I do? I can't hold it that long and I can't walk all the way downstairs to the bathroom like this!’ August panicked, Internally freaking out while laying completely still under his covers in his bed…

‘Piss in the bed.’ His brain leapt at the idea, causing his body to force a long spurt out of him, this time no doubt showing on his clothes. Now he really can’t get up…But he couldn't just wet the bed while awake…He doesn't do that. Sure while he is asleep it happens, more than he would like to admit but doing it on purpose, that is a whole nother level of terrible.

He rolls over so his back is facing away from Max after making sure he looked like he was really into whatever game he was playing.

‘If I pee I have to do it slowly and make sure it doesn't get on the comforter, only the sheets.” August reasons with himself, because realistically, it's his only option. He spends another few minutes deciding if he should actually take himself out of his jeans and piss directly into the sheets, but decides he already has to wash his pants so he might as well use them to soak up some of the accident.

With nothing but the sound of his roommates tapping away at his keyboard, August slowly removes his hands from between his legs. At first, when nothing happens he thinks either he misjudges how desperate he actually is or his pee-shyness that only exists inside the restroom extends to peeing while in a bed with someone in the room, something he has obviously never tried to do before. Both theories are thrown out the window when a thin stream starts to leave his slit.

August bites down on his lip, trying to get control over the speed of his release. He can feel his pee soaking into his pants and then his leg and then the thin cotton sheet. Usually when he wets the bed like this, he is asleep and only wakes up to the smell of ammonia and the uncomfortable cold wet feeling that comes after, he has never felt himself actually fully wet the bed.

It's painful. It's actually painful to release his abused bladder as slowly as he is, but the waterproof sheet does not absorb much, that's kinda the whole point. So he has to wait for his accident to spread out and be absorbed by the sheets to avoid it pooling and getting on the comforter or worse, spilling off the side of the bed.

After a few minor lapses in control causing him to release far more than he meant to, he finally started to feel relief. It feels amazing. It shouldn't because of the circumstance, but he really left it far too long this time. He is usually better about this, or well, back home it was easier to go if he let it get this bad…here he is realizing that it's not considering he is actively purposefully using his bed as a makeshift toilet, something he doesn't ever want to do again.

He finally feels his stream beginning to taper off. When he is finally done, he feels the familiar feeling of cold, itchiness up his legs. He can almost pinpoint the exact moment he usually wakes up from the discomfort. It's slightly disheartening how soon after his accidents he must be waking up. He always thought it must have been hours ago he had wet the bed and only noticed when his body started to wake up. Its annoying to know he was waking up less than a minute after pissing himself, meaning it could be avoidable if his dumb brain would just wake him up.

“You awake?” August stifles a jump at the quiet of the room suddenly becoming not so quiet. He doesn't respond, immediately slamming his eyes shut. He hears a few sounds followed by a faint dial tone. “G, I’m on my way— No, it still needs to be charged. I’ll have to get it after dinner.---- No! fuckin lame ass you dont have to save me a seat, what are you a fuckin fag? wanna hold my hand too?---- yeah, no.----Shut the fuck up, i'll be down in a sec.” A few seconds later and August hears the door slam shut.

‘Shit. He is homophobic??? He has the spiderman poster because he genuinely likes Marvel movies not because Tom Holland has a great ass… He didn't think he would have to deal with Homophobia as much here, considering it's an all boys school…He mentally notes that his sexuality is now on the long list of things he has to lie to people about at this school.

His bout of self pitying is pushed aside when he realises just how gross he feels and he starts to actually smell the fact that he is covered in his own pee. His mind switches its train of thought instantly, when he looks over and see’s Max’s phone sitting on his desk on the charger but he remains Frozen in place wondering just how the hell he is gonna do all of this laundry and remake his bed before Max gets back from dinner…

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It’s Mardi Gras. Welcome to The King Cake Drive-Thru.

A tire shop parking lot has become a popular destination for those craving the beloved treat. The only problem: Which variety to choose?

By Rick Rojas

Reporting from Metairie, La., and the kitchen of Joyce’s Sweets in Ponchatoula, where he sampled a praline-filled cake fresh from the oven.

Of course Mardi Gras is about boundless revelry: the weeks of balls and the parades that shower the streets of New Orleans with beads. But beneath all that, it is also a period of metamorphosis.

A midwinter Tuesday transforms from the most mundane of days into a festival of frivolity and vice. People shed the cocoons of their regular lives and emerge plumed in feathers and sequins.

And this year, just outside New Orleans, a tire shop that for as long as anyone can remember sold only car parts has become a bustling marketplace offering king cakes, the delicacy of the Carnival season, in just about any conceivable flavor.

All you have to do is drive up.

“Any idea of what you want?” Tiffany Langlinais asked a customer who pulled up on a Friday afternoon.

It is a daunting question at the King Cake Drive-Thru. Flaky or fluffy? Filled with cream cheese? What about strawberries, ice cream, even crawfish — or nothing more than the traditional plastic baby? Cakes from more than a dozen bakeries are on offer.

Others have had the idea to sell king cakes culled from various local bakeries, at one location, like King Cake Hub in the Mid-City neighborhood of New Orleans. But the innovation of the King Cake Drive-Thru, which Ms. Langlinais opened in January with her fiancé, Mike Graves, is the added convenience of accessing that bounty of options without even needing to get out of the car.

The drive-through has drawn nurses headed to morning hospital shifts, parents with cars full of children, tourists on road trips and people with limited mobility or weakened immune systems keeping them from easily browsing bakeries. Even the food writer for the city’s main newspaper, The Times-Picayune, passed through.

“I’m surprised nobody thought of it before you, Mike,” David Scripter told Mr. Graves as he dropped off an order of dozens of cakes from Bittersweet Confections, a bakery started by his wife.

“Sometimes,” Mr. Graves said, “the best ideas are right in front of you.”

The drive-through, which takes over the parking lot of Duckworth Tires in the suburb of Metairie three days a week, often has a line of cars waiting when it opens at 7 a.m., and has sold out its inventory well before 7 p.m., its listed closing time.

King cakes have always been a staple of the Carnival season along the Gulf Coast, a crown of pastry served during a burst of gluttony and good times before the austerity and fish fries of Lent. (King cake season begins on Jan. 6 — known as Twelfth Night, Epiphany or Three Kings Day — and ends with Fat Tuesday, or Feb. 13 this year.)

A king cake, in what many consider its purest form, is a ring of brioche-like dough with a dash of vanilla, a crunchy coating of purple, green and gold sugar and a small trinket known as a fève — usually a plastic baby — baked inside.

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“It’s almost blasphemous to get cream cheese in it,” Pam Carr said the other day as she placed an order a staunch traditionalist never would: a pair of cream cheese and chocolate cakes to share with her co-workers at a warehouse store. “Those are the ones I like!”

King cakes are another front in a familiar New Orleans divide. There are those who believe that adhering to tradition means refusing to budge from how things have always been done, and those who maintain that experimentation and interpretation are not an insult to the past, but a tribute.

“Anyone can put anything in a king cake now,” Bridgett Saylor Meinke said as she surveyed the drive-through’s selection.

She grew up on old-school king cake but has been cautiously open to trying some newfangled varieties, like the bananas foster from Brennan’s (“Absolutely delicious,” was her take) and the strawberry cream cheese from Joe’s Cafe.

“That’s the one I’m on the hunt for today,” she said.

The drive-through’s menu varies some week to week, written on a white board by Ms. Langlinais. The couple buys the cakes from bakeries at a wholesale rate and sells them at a markup, with prices ranging from $17 to about $50 per cake. (They come in a range of sizes, too.)

On a recent weekend, there were plenty of traditional options, as well as the Bavarian cream from Caluda’s, an almond cake from District Donuts, boudin or crawfish varieties from Clesi’s Seafood, and lemon curd and vanilla bean cakes from Paw Paw’s Donuts.

The one with Vietnamese coffee filling from Dough Nguyener’s Bakery sold out quickly, as did the cinnamon cream cheese option from Tartine.

Ms. Langlinais wanted to lure customers with their favorite offerings from well-known spots but also nudge them toward cakes they may not know. Those from Joyce’s Sweets, a bakery in Ponchatoula, almost an hour away, are a prime example.

Joyce Galmon is known for her pralines, but she has made king cakes for 25 years, stuffing them with a filling made from broken pralines she could not sell.

“Miss Joyce has no social media,” Ms. Langlinais said. “You can only call her. She has no website.”

In past years, Ms. Galmon would sell as many as 90 cakes in a season. With the King Cake Drive-Thru, she has sold more than that in a single weekend.

Hers is a labor-intensive process, teasing out the dough, lathering on the praline filling, and then letting the cakes rest and rise for several hours. The result: a gooey, crunchy eruption of cinnamon and sugar.

“It’s got me on my toes,” Ms. Galmon said after delivering a fresh batch to the tire lot. “It was a hobby for me, but they’ve made it bigger.”

For all the excitement the drive-through has caused, it is a simple operation. From the street, it almost looks like a Covid testing site.

“No frills, as you can see,” Ms. Langlinais said, “with our tent and tables and Mike’s van.” She was referring to a raggedy but reliable 2007 Kia Sedona missing its middle seat.

Jimmy Duckworth, the owner of Duckworth Tires, gave them a pretty good deal on rent: a king cake a week. Last week, he got his favorite, the cinnamon cream cheese kind from Tartine.

“I’ve been very lucky in life,” he said. “Give them a break — why not?”

He nodded at Mr. Graves, who was busy helping customers.

“Look at him,” Mr. Duckworth said. “He’s all happy.”

A few years ago, Mr. Graves, 35, had been a lawyer in Manhattan, working in finance. Then he moved to New Orleans and started a novelty ice cream business called Bof Bars. He had no ties to New Orleans — he grew up in Chicago — but now he cannot imagine leaving. He and Ms. Langlinais are planning to get married in March.

Ms. Langlinais, who also owns a marketing business, grew up in a shrimping family in Biloxi, Miss., immersed in the elaborate world of Mardi Gras.

She became something of a king cake connoisseur. She has tried more than 100 varieties. She keeps a spreadsheet with detailed notes. (“Enjoyed the light filling but would want x3 for me to be truly happy,” she wrote of one encounter.)

“I know that it’s not a super refined operation,” Ms. Langlinais, 33, said, “but we want it to feel like us.”

There have been setbacks. One day last month, Mr. Graves woke up at 3 a.m. to find someone had busted a window on the minivan and stolen 100 cakes.

The whole endeavor has been exhausting: The excruciatingly early mornings hustling to collect the cakes at bakeries or rendezvous points in random parking lots. The 12-hour days on their feet at the drive-through. And there have been the urgent after-hours calls and texts.

“My kid didn’t tell me she got the baby!” said one friend desperate for a last-minute cake. (According to tradition, the one who finds the baby is responsible for supplying the next cake.)

The drive-through is usually open on Fridays through Sundays, but customers have asked if the couple would be selling cakes on Fat Tuesday.

Not a chance.

Duckworth Tires will be a tire shop again.

“I’ll be partying,” Mr. Graves said.

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 7/41

Chapter 7: Pretty Shades of Pink

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, spanking, light restraint, fingering, unprotected PIV

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.

Chapter 7: Pretty Shades of Pink

You wake up in the morning alone, but with a hot cup of coffee on the bedside table. You sip it as you go to the bathroom. Magically, your toiletries are already there. You mentally thank Austin, he must have woken up early again.

After a shower, and teeth brushing, you spot your little sun dress hanging on the back of the door. But there are no panties or bra, just the dress. You consider just walking out naked, but then you hear Austin singing “Island of Love” from Blue Hawaii in the living room. Realizing what scene he is setting, you quickly put on the dress and your best pouty face. Crossing your arms, you walk out.

“Good morning Elanor,” he is wearing workout shorts and a Hawaiian shirt and definitely is in character.

“What’s good about it?” you sneer.

“Well the sun is shining and I got good sleep, even if I woke up early,” he says in a cheerful Elvis tone.

“What a bore,” you sit down on the couch next to him in a huff. He even smells like coconut sun lotion. Damn he is good.

“Well I'm planning on having a good day,” he says matter-of-factly.

You dramatically open your arms, splay them across the back of the couch. Slapping a smile on your face, you press your chest out and cross your legs in 60’s screen seduction style.

“Why, do you have some action planned?” you throw your arms around him and steal a peck of a kiss, “or we could stay in,” your giggle is old Hollywood fake.

He grabs your hands and places them firmly in your lap. “I think you are getting too big for your britches,” he says quickly.

“I’m don’t wear britches,” you smile, remembering the line from the movie.

“That’s enough outta you,” he admonishes.

“You hate me, everyone hates me,” you put on the pout again and cross your arms.

“You know what you need, a good old fashioned spanking!” He declares.

“You wouldn't dare!” you say in a shocked voice, trying so hard not to smile.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you over to him. "Wouldn’t I dare, wouldn't I?” he says looking lustfully into your eyes, then pushing you over his lap.

First a trial tap with a cupped hand, then a bit harder, the sound muffled by your dress. It doesn't really hurt at all, but you squeal in character without actually resisting.

“This is gonna make us both feel a lot better," he says. Not everyone catches that line from the movie.

He slaps a couple more times, the hem of your dress coming up about half way up your ass.

“Oh, lord have mercy, no panties,” he says, raising your dress to reveal the roundness of your cheeks. He slaps, it stings. He peppers one cheek with little stinging slaps. It starts to feel warm.

“What a lovely shade of pink here,” he drawls, “let's make the other one match darlin’."

You are loving that he is staying in character. It’s like Elvis himself is spanking you. Dreamy.

As his attention turns to the other side, you can feel a twitching coming from his lap. Your squeals have turned into little intakes of breath.

He leans down toward your head and says, “There now, those match nicely. Now you are warmed up for it little girl, here’s the real thrashin'.”

He hits you harder, the slap loud. The second one sends electricity to your core.

“Oh” you exclaim involuntarily.

He begins smacking, then rubbing your ass to sooth it. He makes sure to change spots every time. You can feel your cunt getting wet, your hips start to squirm in his lap, feeling his hardness under you.

“Now we can’t have any of that, this is for your own good." He pulls your arms out from underneath you, grabs your hands and holds them behind your back in one hand, pressing you down as he smacks you hard with the other hand.

You squeal, for real now. Being restrained makes this even hotter.

Your head is down on the couch, hips pushed up, pussy lips just peaking out. He moves his attention lower down to the crease of your ass and thigh. Peppering there with lighter taps, rubbing back to your cheeks and slapping harder.

He lets go of your hands and is massaging the skin with both hands, pulling apart your cheeks a little, then spanking again. Sensations pulsing to your asshole and pussy. Your legs can’t help but open to him.

”What have we here, darlin’, ” he pulls your lower cheeks apart, exposing your wet entrance, “Oh my, another pretty shade of pink." He dips his finger in just barely and rubbing the wetness around. It makes you moan in delight and rock your pelvis. He pulls his hand away and slaps again, You whimper, partly from the spank but mostly from the removal of his finger.

“You are being a good girl now, showing me all this pretty pink, you know it’s my favorite color.” He slips two fingers barely in and you push back at him just a bit.

“Oh, you like ‘at naw'? “ his drawl going deeper, "you wan’ more?”

You nod, moaning into the couch.

His hard cock is pushing into your stomach. He rubs and smacks your ass with his other hand as he slides his fingers in a little further than before and wiggles them a bit. You can't help by try to fuck yourself on his fingers. You love the dominance he is asserting.

“Oh at’s good, baby.” he pulls out a little and turns his hand over so his thumb is right on your clit.

Oh fuck, this is gonna make you cum, bent over here on Austin/Elvis’ lap with your red hot ass in the air. He starts moving in and out, gliding over your clit.

“Now, you gotta tell me ‘afore you cum, got it,” it's Elvis finger-fucking you, you would swear by all that's holy.

You nod. He continues at a good rhythm, with an occasional slap of your ass with the other hand. After a few minutes, you feel the lightning start to course up your spine.

“Oh fuck, Elvis I’m gonna cum,” you moan out, giving into the illusion.

He quickens his pace and as you start to scream, into the couch, he begins spanking you in earnest again raising your orgasm to new heights with the sensations. You are screaming into the fabric of the couch.

"Oh fuck yeah," his hips can’t help but push his hard cock up into your belly rhythmically as you writhe on his lap.

“Oh sweet lord, I gotta have that pink," he says.

One arm scoops under your chest and lifts you while the other pushes your legs off his lap and to the floor. Still riding the peak of your orgasm and a bit clumsy, you are now on your knees bent over the couch cushions. He slides, cat-like behind you, pressing your legs apart with his knee.

“Come 'ere babeh.” He pulls your hips back toward him, gripping your red ass with thumbs, displaying your finger-fucked pussy.

“Mmm. Now 'at is the most gorgeous sight I’ve seen in a loong time, babeh.” He reaches into his shorts and pulls out his cock. You rock your hips back, mewling just a bit, your body is begging for more.

“Damn Darlin', 'at is so hot the way you wiggle 'at ass. You are all drench'd and wantin', waitin' fer me to fill ya. Do ya wan' me inside yeh? "

You furiously nod your head, hips shaking.

He leans over your body and places a hand on the back of your neck. "I want to hear you say it, tell me you want me to fuck you," he demands.

"Oh god yes, Elvis, please, please fuck me," you hear yourself say.

You feel the head of his cock push into you. It feels so fucking good, like it was make to fuck you. He slides in deep and groans as he savors the sensation of your warm, wetness. He begins to draw himself in and out, faster and faster, gripping your hips. You snake a hand down to your pussy, rubbing and clasping your mons. Your red hot ass is slapping against him as fucks you hard from behind.

"Yes, Elvis, fuck me, fuckme fuckme!" you cry out over and over again lost in the fantasy, lost in another apex of pleasure.

It doesn't take long before he is groaning and drains into you, grabbing your sensitive ass, thrusting once, twice more just for good measure.

After a minute, he pulls out, Sits down and guides you onto his lap, holding you tenderly as you both catch your breath.

“You ok babeh?” He hasn’t shaken his Elvis voice or mannerisms.

“Yeah, I’m ok. That was intense,” you say, as he kisses your nose.

“Good intense or bad intense,” he asks with some concern in his eyes.

“Oh good, good for sure,” you grab his face and kiss him.

“Was I spanking you too hard? Too much?”

“No it was perfect how you warmed me up, and doing it when I was cumming… damn” you shudder, “and the Elvis dominance, it’s like he was spanking me. Fantasy fulfilled babe.”

“Oh good, I hoped it wasn’t too much to be in character like that. but when you started calling me Elvis.... It was a little surreal. ” He brushes a stray hair away from your face.

“If that is the Elvis energy you are bringing to the screen, everyone is going to want you. The world isn’t going to know what hits it, darlin."

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Neapolitan: A Continuance Part 5

Neapolitan: A Continuance

Part Five

A/N: Hi. I’m glad you’re back. Last part was hard. Next part will be harder. This part - this part - however will be fluffy, smutty and soothing. It was for me. I will not be posting this next week, but will be back in the new year! Can’t fucking believe it’s rolling into 2023. Here’s a link for the original Neapolitan if you’ve not read it yet, as well as a Master List for Neapolitan: A Continuance.

Content warning: Sex, alcohol (of course), language, adult situations. Violet delivers some chocolate. Toys, anal play, binding, oral (m/f rec), fingering, pegging, messy, messy, messy - a very merry, merry Christmas and Happy New Year! (one more nugget - if you listen to this live ‘Age of Machine’ guitar solos at the beginning and then end of the song, you may just see it.)

Word Count: approx. 9K words, it's rough, and I apologize. I just finished this and is only lightly edited by myself.

Christmas Eve was chaotic and full of wonder and love in the Kiszka household. Karen and Kelly’s home was filled with family and friends of all ages. Violet was tugged around first by Jake, then by Sam, then by Josh as they circuited the room ensuring she had met everyone and had interacted with all beings great and small that they knew and loved. She was rescued by Papa K and dragged off into the kitchen to hide from the boys, as he put it. She was lulled into a quiet conversation with a few family friends that were visiting from somewhere on the east coast. She was only outed when Sam discovered her in the ‘old people’ room and dragged her back out into the deep end of the house.

The ride home was soothing. Jake drove the near four hours due west. They reached her home just in time to nap before heading over to Charlie and Madelynn’s, who held a repeat of their prior night, just with her family. Ava had been able to bring her Logan with her for the visit. Jake had found a kindred spirit as Logan had yet to meet the family on such a scale, so the two gravitated together while Violet and Ava helped their mother host the party. Though a bit more reserved compared to the Kiszka’s, that changed once Tony and Cara arrived. Violet tried to be mortified over the drunk dancing that her mother and best friend were flaunting, but threw caution to the wind and joined them instead.

Her house was quiet and void of anything Christmas. Violet looked around, half sad, half happy that she would not have to deal with anything like having to pack decorations.

“Coffee?” she asked. “I’m going to need it.”

He nodded before he pointed upstairs. She started to move around the kitchen, collecting cups and grabbing her cream from the refrigerator. As the coffee started to flow, she glanced up the stairs, listening to Jake as he moved around, obviously getting ready for bed. Going to the hutch in the dining room, she popped open the cabinet and drew out a small box wrapped in gold, red and green paper with a fancy bow. Charlie had promised that he would get the gift safely into the house before their arrival to ensure Jake had no idea.

Coffee made and properly prepped, she carried everything upstairs, tucking the present behind her back before she reached the bedroom. Stepping inside, Violet was welcomed by candlelight. He had placed the pillar candles on both sides of the bed, leaving no other light in the room. The bed was turned down and he was nowhere to be seen. “Jake?” she called out as she set the coffees on the nightstand.

“I’m here,” he said from behind her.

“Where were you?”

“I may have had a delivery and an elf that placed it in the front room for me.”

“Mom.”

He nodded and held up a small, rectangle box. “Merry Christmas.”

She laughed as she held up her small, rectangle shaped box.

“Charlie?”

“Yeah, I had Dad bring it over so you wouldn’t see it.”

“I think they like us.”

They laughed together as he pulled her over to the bed. She shook her box with a coy smile.

“A new Jakey Jr.?” she teased. “Maybe a bit small for that… Not to mention a bit weird to have my mother deliver it here for you. I don’t want to unpack that. Don’t ask… I want you to open yours first though.”

He shook his head, but relented as she waved at him to proceed. Popping the heavy paper, he made quick work of the box, taking the lid off and revealing a bracelet of twisted silver work that had opals woven into it that looked like dewdrops.

“There’s a gentleman that makes these that I would sit and watch on my down days sometimes. Each one is unique,” she explained as she helped him to secure it. “He would sing while he worked, too. He was just lovely. I told him that I wanted to give you one, and he required me to tell him all about you before he did anything. This is how he saw you through me.”

“It’s perfect.” He nudged her to open hers. “Mine doesn’t have quite the same story.”

Inside her box was a necklace. The silver and leather chain was sturdy so she would be able to wear it while she worked. The pendant was layered with a silver plate that was engraved with a bare tree with a diamond pressed into its sky for the moon, but then there were little sparkles through the veins of an oak leaf, and on an acorn, each piece of the pendant was elements of home - her home.

“I found it while we were in England and thought that it was you,” he whispered. “Look at the back of the panel.”

She turned it carefully, squinting in the dim light. A single word was engraved - strong. She pressed her lips together unsure if a cry or a smile was going to come out. Her finger traced the lettering that she recognized as his own handwriting.

“They had me write out the word and they took it from there,” he said. “Of course, I hope that means that someone can’t forge-”

She rolled her eyes and pushed him back on the bed, landing a solid kiss to his chin in the mix. They laughed as he dragged her up to have better access. He curled his finger beneath her chin before kissing her gently.

“I need some chocolate,” he whispered in her ear, before biting into the lobe.

Violet felt her eyes close as his hands brushed against her sides. A low hum rumbled in her chest as he pressed his mouth into her throat, giving a little nibble and tug. “Tomorrow night?”

“Planning already, gorgeous?” he asked as he rolled them until she was pressed on top of him. “Going to tear me up?”

She straddled him, yanking off her sweater to reveal no bra and no undershirt. His smirk appeared as he instantly placed his hands on her. Sitting up, he suckled on one while pinching the other nipple. She felt him grow hard beneath her.

“I want to make you beg,” she whispered into his hair.

The hot rush of breath against her skin made her laugh. “Get your damn pants off,” he grunted, pushing her off of him suddenly.

The soft laugh that she let out seemed to spurn him on. She dropped her leggings and panties just in time for him to shed everything and bounce down on the bed with her in tow. He turned her in his lap, reverse cowgirl. Violet pumped his shaft a few times, bobbing the head against her clit before sinking down onto him. Once their bodies met, he reached up and pulled her down so that her back was against his chest. His hands played her like his Gibson while he fucked into her slow and sure.

She slid her arms up and threaded her fingers into his hair. She tipped her hips so he could grind up into her better. His hard breath against her ear made her quiver around him.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he sighed as he slowed to a stop. “I need more.”

She brought her hands down to hold onto his, feeling the muscles of his abdomen tighten. He gripped her hips as he rolled them over so that he could rise above her, dragging her hips up against him. He plied wet kisses down her spine, his fingers grinding in her just the way she liked it. She moaned as he planted a kiss against the small of her back.

“Violet,” he whispered against her skin.

Lost in his touch, she could not answer. To his credit, he did not stop. Instead, he flicked his tongue out and lapped at her rear entrance to elicit her orgasm. Her jaw dropped as he bit into her ass cheek as she came hard around his fingers. He released a hum as he slowed.

“Roll on your back, baby,” he whispered. “I need to see your face.”

She complied quickly, pulling him down into an embrace she welcomed fully. He kissed her deeply as he slid into her slow and deep. Violet watched as he rose above her, his dark eyes darting all over her face.

“Hey,” she whispered, reaching up to touch his face. “Jake? What’s going on?”

He pushed as deep as he could within her, making both of them gasp at the feel. “Love you. I just…”

He repeated the movement, pausing like he would stay in that spot. Violet felt her body coil as he moved against her. His eyes, though. His eyes were filled with emotion that she could not fully understand.

“Jake,” she whispered, her hands landing on his hips to stop him. “Look at me. Hey. What’s going on, baby.”

Tears touched the corners of his eyes, dropping down on her cheek. Fully concerned, she held his face close to hers as she forced them both to sit up. Their knees kissed each other while she pulled their torsos close. He held her close, his breath heavy against her skin.

“Jake, you’re scaring me,” she said firmly, pulling back far enough to see his face once more, even though he kept his chin tucked. She pressed her palms to his cheeks to bring his eyes up to hers. “Please, talk to me.”

“It’s stupid,” he whispered. “Holy fuck, it’s so damn stupid.”

He flashed a shy smile as he sniffled. “Okay, so if it’s stupid, you have to share so I know how to make fun of you, lover.”

He laughed softly as she let him nuzzle against her neck for a moment to collect himself. “Overwhelmed I think. I’ve never had this. Didn’t think I ever wanted this. You’re just… Fuck I can’t even put it to words. You give yourself so damn freely… Even after everything. And it scares me. I am scared to death that I’m going to fuck it up.”

She couldn’t help the awww that passed her lips. His eyes turned sharp on her. “Jake, no. Don’t do that.”

He made like he was going to jump off that bed like it was dangerous. She grabbed him by the shoulders and made him stay. Carefully, she leaned in and kissed his mouth.

“I’m not much better. This is all new to me, too.” She pressed another kiss to his mouth. “This is the first time ever to have this on this level that I never imagined possible and it’s with you. It’ll always be with you, Jake, because I choose you.”

“Not stupid?”

“Not stupid,” she said as he brushed his hand down her cheek. “But maybe I need to look to see if you spouted a pussy, cuz you know…”

“Fuck,” he growled as he pulled her up onto his lap, pulling her legs to wrap around him.

He pulled her down so that their foreheads rested against each other while he moved up into her. He rocked her slowly, pressing deep each time to ensure that gasp of hers that he loved to hear. Violet could only hold on as he moved them. He had her hips locked in his palms and her tits rubbed his just right as they leaned forward and back. She whimpered against him as he ground into her hard. He bent just enough to suck a nipple between his teeth. Her head lulled back as she came undone atop him. Jake pulled her hard up, speeding up to catch her, cumming into her hard as she kissed him.

Morning had arrived all together too quickly. Violet had promised Jake that they would spend most of the day right where they lay. After days of Kiszka chaos, it was time to just be still. Jake snored softly as she stole out of the room and padded down the stairs. Within thirty minutes, she had breakfast baking in the oven, coffee on and was sitting at the island looking at her laptop, avoiding at all costs anything dealing with the outside world. She had glanced at the excited texts from Max and Ollie about New Years Eve. Ollie finally admitted that to be with them on the holiday would be pretty amazing as compared to the second shift at the clinic without hope of a New Year’s kiss. Violet had checked work and was thankful that all was quiet. Dr. Wold had sent out a wonderful letter to the entire team regarding how appreciative he was that everyone would drop what they were doing to join him when their skills were so desperately needed.

Will had sent an update full of pictures of the kids, along with a surprise - a ribbon tied around his wife’s abdomen in baby colors. She giggled out loud at the prospect of being an Auntie once more. She could hear Jake moving around just as the scent of scones began to waft through the air. She pulled the marmalade from the fridge before collecting the cooling rack, and finally pulled the pastry from the oven.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he murmured as he strolled into the kitchen. She leaned into him for a kiss as she offered him a cup of coffee. “Looks amazing. I didn’t know you could make these.”

She grinned. “I don’t often, but I had a taste for them.”

They settled into the quietness of the day. Violet found herself knotted up on the couch, toe to toe with Jake as he practiced on his acoustic and she was reading the notes from the monthly training issues for work. She caught up on email and busywork that was required. The entire time, she tried not to be distracted by his ruminations and jotting notes down in his notebook as he worked. The afternoon brought Ava and Logan for an early supper as they were leaving on the red eye from Grand Rapids. Jake had a stew on the stove that he was babying along while talking over football with his new bestie and beers. Ava coyly smiled at her boyfriend the whole time, something that was not lost on her big sister.

“Alright, what the fuck girlie?” Violet asked, finally tired of trying to hold her sister’s attention.

Ava giggled as Logan stopped mid-sentence to look across the room. She reached into her pocket and slid on her new ring to show off. Violet’s jaw dropped as she lurched forward to grab her baby sister in a crushing hug. They squealed while the guys just shook their heads.

“You, of course, have to be my maid of honor,” Ava said with a shrug. “We don’t have a date yet, but I know you have to be with me, Vi.”

“Of course,” she said with a nod.

Dinner over, they waved at Ava and Logan off as they headed right for the airport. Violet bundled up with Jake to share a smoke on the snowy deck. She closed her eyes for a long moment as she felt herself shifting towards the moment at hand.

“You all right?” he asked quietly before handing her the smoke.

Nodding, Violet grinned. “Ready for dessert. I’m going to go get us together.”

She took her drag and headed inside, up the stairs and into the bedroom. She paused, a stray thought hitting her that she did not think of this room as her own any more. It was the bedroom, not her bedroom. She could not think of her space without Jake being a part of it. The thought drew a smile to her that felt like things were finally moving in a direction that she knew was right.

She started with Jake’s piece - setting out a pair of soft pink pj bottoms. Smiling, she twirled into the bathroom to retrieve her baby doll sheer robe that was in a matching pink, but hemmed in soft fuzzy feathers. She found the satin ties and to complete the evening, a toy just for him. She freshened herself up, touching up her makeup, fluffing out her hair before covering the outfit under her silk robe. She prepped her nightstand with everything she would need before sliding into the matching fuzzy kitten heels and moving out into the hallway. One more look and she felt like she was ready.

“Jacob?” she called, her heart fluttering at how quickly he responded. “Up here, now.”

She moved to the window of the bedroom, keeping her back to him as he walked in. “Dress in those. Clean up in the bathroom. You have five minutes.”

He said nothing but followed directions, no questions. She grinned as she removed her silk and draped it across her rocking chair. She took a moment to fluff her hair and check her lipstick. Moving to the bed, she sat down, legs crossed, making sure she looked right for the moment. When Jake emerged from the bathroom, she could not hide the smile. Pink against his skin was lovely. He stopped as she narrowed her eyes.

“Kneel down,” she said firmly.

He had a fraction of a moment where he looked down at himself like he was unsure if he had done something wrong. He sunk down before her. His gaze dragged across her, taking in what she was wearing before bringing his eyes up level to her.

Violet stepped around him, hands in his hair. He at first tried to duck, but she held firm, twisting and pulling until it was in a lovely french braid that landed just below the shoulder blades. She hummed with satisfaction.

“Better. Now, take that chair out from the wall,” she directed. “Slide it over here.”

He raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told. She loved the sight of his ass shifting just beneath the soft, brushed cotton of the pjs. She made sure she thrust out her hip to catch his eye. It was obvious that he liked what he saw, the soft bulge that was already happening in the front of the pjs confirmed it. She made a low rumble in her chest as she pressed a finger into the soft skin of his belly, tracing a line to the waist of his bottoms. Tugging, he let her move him into where she needed him. She plopped down into the chair, crossing her ankles and thrusting out her chest.

“All right Jacob,” she said with a firmness that gave him goosebumps across his arms. “Tonight is something new for you. I appreciate the restraint that you have shown so far. I will be rewarding you for that patience. First, however, is for me. Kneel down.”

He slowly crouched, bringing himself below her, a faint smile on his luscious lips.

“Tonight, we’ll start with this chair. If you’ve ever noticed, it has the perfect arms,” she remarked, leaning her shoulders back against the cushions. Splaying her legs, she hiked first one, then other up on the arms to expose herself. “Get to it, boy.”

Jake licked at his lips as a smirk was revealed. He hummed as he leaned forward, nuzzling against her thigh. She caught him by the chin, a smirk of her own forming that made him pause.

“No using the magic fingers tonight, guitar player,” she whispered. “Now make me cum to get your reward.”

Violet laughed when she heard him whisper a nervous fuck. She loved watching him, but this was going to be different. Taking away what she loved the most was going to be a challenge for him to rise to. Too often, he would rely on those fingers and sure as shit, he was right. His mouth was lovely. No doubt about it. He readjusted his plan. He started to leave tiny kisses along the inside of her knee working his way towards her core, only to skip and follow the path on the other leg. A bit of deviousness twinkled in his dark eyes as he nibbled into the meat of her thigh, blowing against the skin.

“Not impressed, Jacob.”

His eyes narrowed at her with a quip that died on his lips. Her eyebrows perked in challenge and he seemed to regroup. He leaned back towards her knee, this time he lay one long swipe with his tongue, following up the length of her thigh. He pressed a kiss to her pussy before following a down swipe of the other thigh. Her eyes began to softly close as he followed the path a few times, each kiss to her core a bit longer, a bit wetter until finally, he pressed in one, long, tongue deep, kiss to her center. Her jaw dropped as he bobbed her clit with the tip of his nose. He blew across the sensitive skin before diving into a frenzy that left her gasping, but not cumming. He hummed against her. She breathed out a laugh as he seemed to debate. He shifted above her, placing a tender kiss to her pubic bone before settling back down. With confidence, he pressed the tip of his tongue to her, flicking the nub once, twice before a barrage that quickened her heart and stilted her breath. He seemed to read her body, knowing she needed more but how…

He reached up, taking her hand in his own. Violet was about to scold him until he bent her fingers back with the exception of her middle and ring fingers. He placed them on either side of the clit, against the swollen lips of the labia. He grinned at her before he pressed his tongue back to her, lapping between ass and cunt, all the while, nudging her fingers against the clit with his nose.

“Fucker,” she breathed as worked her.

The praise moved him forward, pounding, swirling and relishing her with just his tongue. Violet could feel the coil in her belly. She could feel it drifting over her core, spreading through her muscles across her entire frame as he finally grabbed her clit between his lips and drew her hard just the way she liked it. She let her head lull back as he rode her out, passing across her in long, hot laps that sent her shivering into orbit. He planted a few more kisses to her thigh, resting his chin on the muscle as she collected herself.

“Was that good?” he asked as she traced the line of his jaw.

“So good,” she answered. She leaned forward, kissing him hard before pushing him back gently. “Get up on the bed, arrange yourself on your back on the pillows so that you’re comfortable. Time for your treat.”

He let out a soft ooo before rising and moving to the bed. She collected herself, straightening the sheer robe that barely fell below her ass, just the way she knew he liked it. Violet waited as he propped his back against a few pillows, legs straight out and crossed as the ankles. She made a dramatic show of moving towards the covered items on her night table. His eyes strayed to her hands, catching sight of her ‘treat’.

“Comfortable?” she asked, taking the ties into her hands. When he nodded, she moved to slide her hand down his right arm. “Last chance…”

He grinned as she started to pin his wrist to the bedpost with only a little give. She followed suit on the other side, ensuring that he was watching her ass the entire walk around. She secured his left arm, again leaving just a bit of give so as not to make him too uncomfortable. She moved to the foot of the bed to assess her work.

“You look so lovely, Jacob,” she said, rubbing the fuzz of fringe that kissed at her cleavage. “Your treat does not involve fucking me. Just be aware of that fact.”

She climbed up onto the bed, crossing his body to plant a searing kiss to his mouth. He gasped as she pulled away. She kissed her way back down his torso, sucking at each nipple, biting at the belly button before hooking her fingers into the waist of the pjs. Slowly, she dragged the fabric down, making a show of how her tits bounced along in her effort. He grinned at her as she landed on the floor once more, leaving him totally naked.

“I found this and thought of you, Jacob. You look so good pink, and thought you would like one of your own to go with my Jakey, Jr.,” she said, lifting a soft pink dildo.

His dick twitched with the prospect. She took the lube in one hand and the toy in the other, moving back in between his legs. Violet set the things to the side before looking back at him as he watched her. He truly was beautiful. The anticipation gleamed in his eyes. HIs body was fully relaxed. The show of absolute trust moved her. She crawled up his torso once more, having to connect them in a way she saw fit - sucking his cherry colored bottom lip in hard, biting the flesh tenderly as he moaned into her mouth. With deft fingers, she sought out the fuzzy hair tie, slipping it from his braid and leaning back in a show of tits and grins.

Jake watched as she folded her hair into a half up bun, preparing for the show ahead. There was a spot on his hip, the hard flat plane, just under the hip bone, that drove him nuts when she kissed the thin expanse of skin. He drew in a scathing hiss as she twirled her tongue across this spot, first on the right, followed by the left hip, leaving little strawberry marks on his tanned skin. It was the only area she could mark him and she took every opportunity to do so. He was rigid by the time she reached for his cock. A satisfied purr escaped her as she pumped him a few times.

“I’m going to fuck you, Jacob.” She brushed her thumb over the tip, collecting the precum and swiping it across her mouth. “You will not cum until I want you to. Do you understand? You will beg me. But you will not whine for it. You won’t cry for it. Don’t be a fucking infant. You will beg like a goddamn man. Do you understand?”

He swallowed hard. “Yes, Violet,” he whispered.

“Then sit back and enjoy the show, bitch.”

She rose up on her knees, bouncing her breasts between her hands, lightening the mood for a moment. She bent over him, pumping him with her hand before plunging her month down, all the way to the base and swallowing him down. He ground out a curse as she sucked him all the way to the tip only to repeat. He was already leaking in his excitement. She laughed deep in her chest as she released him. She moved his knee up to allow her access to his entrance, bending swiftly to tongue the new area. His breathing grew ragged as she pressed a bit into the meat of his thigh before sucking in his balls one at a time, before lazily moving back down.

“Goddamn,” he breathed out, tugging at the ties on his hands.

She grinned but did not stop. Lick, press, bite into the flesh. Lick, press, suck the flesh. His body was quivering and tightening under her care. One more long pass and she was reaching for the lube. Bending the other knee up, she liberally applied the cool gel before drizzling it across the dildo. She held it up for him to see her swipe her fist up and down. His tongue was swiping at his mouth in anticipation. She teased him before slowly pressing it into him, allowing him time to adjust to the size and sensation.

“You all right, Jacob?” she asked with a tender whisper.

He had thrown his head back against the pillows, mouth open, but no sound, no breath coming out. After a long moment, she heard the deep breath he sucked into his body before he looked down at her, eyes blackened with lust, bottom lip quivering.

“Fuck me,” he answered, his voice full of gravel and want.

The flood of passion that he exuded engulfed her, egging her on to test his boundaries. She began to slowly pump the fake dick into his ass at a deliberate pace, making sure she did not rush ahead or cause harm in the process. His head was thrown back, his eyes rolling closed as he lost himself in her ministrations.

“Eyes on me,” she demanded.

He whispered a curse, but obeyed just in time to see her lower her mouth once more on his dick. She swallowed him down, never missing a beat with the dildo. He had done this for her a few times, and she figured it was time to return the favor. Her heart thundered in her chest as he drew his gaze back to her. He was struggling as he watched. In fairness, she was not making it easy, ensuring that he could see her clearly, see what her mouth was doing, how her tits bounced just for him while she sucked on him and fucked his ass.

“I’m not going to last,” he warned, his voice thin.

Digging down into herself, she let his dick pop out of her mouth. “You will last this, Jacob. Now take it.”

She punctuated her words with a hard press of the dildo. He brought his legs up higher on the bed. She twirled her tongue to his inner thigh once more and he latched onto her gaze once more in challenge.

“Beautiful,” she whispered, knowing she had his full attention.

She moved back over him, giving little kitten licks to the tip and sensitive underside before taking him down. She lazily bobbed up and down, dancing her tongue across his shaft like she was not in any hurry. He let out soft moans and whines as she started to add a bit of speed to her rhythm. A few hard, all the way down the throat swallows brought him close, and she backpedaled, blowing and placing little nibbles across the tip. His lips were quaking as he watched, eyes pleading.

She pumped her tongue across her upper lip a few times as if she was thinking. “Not quite, baby. You’re not fucked out enough.”

A whine escaped him as he pressed his head into the pillows behind him. He squirmed only to resettle into her, silently telling her he was ready for more. She grinned darkly.

“Good boy.”

A string of fucks and damns flowed across her skin as she picked up her pace a little more. This time she took his dick in her mouth with a rougher touch. His thighs began to shake as he struggled to keep his knees bent, only to drag them both up, presenting his ass to her fully. Her insides tripped as he wobbled against the ties to adjust his body for her. She swallowed him hard, her saliva pooling on his tummy as she went to work on him hard. He began to buck, forcing her to hold his hip down with a firm hand and hard look.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice whiny out of sheer want.

“Not yet, and certainly not to that weak shit. Take it, Jacob,” she said around the tip before shoving her face back down only to slightly gag around him.

“Fuck!” he called out as his belly muscles started to pulse.

She looked up, seeing that even his arms were quaking. His body was ripe for the picking. It was going to come down to a battle of wills. He was sputtering out words, but not making sense as he tilted his face up to the ceiling like he was trying to regulate himself. She silently supported him all the while turning up her presence and speed.

“Violet,” he said, with a little more urgency in his voice. “I gotta cum.”

She pulsed her tongue all the way up the shaft. “Nope. Just take it, cunt.”

He babbled as she continued, speeding her hand below and her mouth above. A sheen of sweat started to appear across his chest and upper lip. His cheeks were puffed as he breathed in and out through his mouth. The concentration creased between his brows and deepened the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. His body was begging her even though his mind was clearly not ready. She pumped into his ass faster as she dragged her teeth against him gently, tugging at the stimulated flesh.

“Oh my fucking goddess,” he blurted out, both ties creaking against the bedposts. “Fuck it. Just fuck it.”

She did it again, this time gently shaking her head from side to side, sawing her teeth against him.

“I can’t… Fuck. Let me cum,” he panted. “I’ve got to. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Please…”

She shook her head as she spiraled back down, giving more power to the dildo inside him. His words were still whiny. It was not what she was looking for. He would have to figure it out. He whimpered as she continued. He could find the voice he needed, but obviously it was not available… yet.

She swallowed down hard once more, allowing the obscene wetness of her mouth to fill the air with rude squishes. He let out a huff at the sound. The urgency was speaking to her through his skin but she moved on through it. She would incinerate him the way he had done for her so many times.

Violet had to admit, her mouth and hand were tiring. Jake’s entire frame was straining, accepting everything she gave him and radiated it back to her in heat and love and pleasure. She could hardly believe the stunning sight of her man unraveling beneath her.

“Violet,” he whispered, voice shaking with effort. “Please…”

There was no heat in his voice. There was no whine. It was pure need. It was strong and full and confident.

“Please, let me cum for you,” he said, full of rasp, full of power, despite how his body trembled around him.

Her heart swelled. She nodded as she picked up the pace, bringing her free hand to the base of his cock as she sucked hard. She pressed the dildo hard into him a few more times, feeling his dick thicken all the more. Quickly, she slid it out, and sat up pumping with her hand furiously as his voice grew hard with breath and groans. He shot his load with relieved moans and whines and coos and hisses. She slowed her hand until he collapsed against the bed, legs splayed, body completely wrecked. A soft laugh escaped his lungs as she slid off the bed.

“If you don’t kiss me soon, I’m going to think I am just a whore for you,” he sighed.

“You did so good, baby,” she praised, bending over him and turning his face towards hers.

Their kiss was slow and full of care. She was bringing him back to being equal and he took the offer willingly. The kiss warmed as they parted only to crash together again. She heard his hands strain against the tethers once more and she grinned as she stepped back from him. Carefully she untied the ties, making sure to rub at each wrist.

“I like this,” he whispered, flipping the hem of the robe.

“Damn, Jake,” she sighed as he captured her.

One thing she could count on was his rapid shift between scene and actual moment. He was ready to move on without her time to return to himself. He tossed her down on the bed, sucking in one nipple while twisting the other.

“You did not cum enough for me, Vi,” he breathed out between kisses on her torso. He slammed two fingers into her pussy as he pressed his mouth to hers once more in a soul robbing kiss. Parting, he pumped her with a wicked smile. “You’re such a giver, now take me all messy, okay?”

She looked and sure as shit, he was hard again. She knew it was not going to last and brought her own messy hand around to land on her clit to make sure she came down hard on him. He moved into her roughly, deeply as she started tight circles on herself.

“You fuck me so good,” he whispered against her ear. “You are the only one that has ever fucked me like that.”

Her heart stilled. She had given something new. His hips slapped against her ass, filling the room with obscene skin sloshing sound as she dripped around his cock in a drenched welcome. Violet knew it was nearly over as he hit that spot that only he could repeatedly. Her voice trembled as it jumped out of her. Her teeth scraped his shoulders as he growled into her neck as he came again. She followed, nearly squeezing him so hard he couldn’t move.

They came down in a wave of hot breathing and gentle touches. He planted tender kisses along her jawline. Finally, both their bodies stilled. Violet loved the feel of his weight, the heat of him. Taking in one more breath, she stretched her legs out feeling the mess they had created.

“Ew,” she whispered with a laugh. “Damn that was messy.”

“But so much fun,” he said as he slid his palms down her sides before pushing himself up.

He rolled off the edge of the bed, then held out his hand in offering. They both went right for the shower, caring for each other, washing each other with all the love they could convey to the other in the moment.

They had arrived in Nashville on the 29th with Max in tow. She had met them in Grand Rapids at the airport and had been talking with them nonstop since. She hugged and loved on both of them, even though Violet was sure that Jake was being too polite to tell her to back off as she twirled around him as they were waiting for baggage. She smoothed things over with a half hidden butt squeeze and a whisper of smutty thoughts.

Jake had made arrangements for Max to be taken to the hotel while they headed home. He did not frame it as his home. It was just home. The wording was not lost on Violet as she held his hand in the car, rubbing his thumb slowly across her knuckles. As he pushed the door open for her to enter the house, they quickly took the bags back to the bedroom and flopped down in the middle of the bed, eyes closed and nestled into each other. The coming days were going to be busy with friends.

Dinner. Jake had sent her out on a booze run, to which Violet humbly agreed, but Josh had arrived early. Instead of leaving the brothers alone, she dragged Josh along, making him navigate the roads of Nashville. Sitting at the first red light, she noticed that he was quiet. Crazy quiet. She had known that Josh could be that way at times, typically thinking things through, but this was weird quiet.

“Are you nervous?” Violet asked as the idea struck her.

“Nervous?” he asked, his voice deeper than normal. “What the hell is there to be nervous about?”

She hummed as he started to drive again. Traffic was a proverbial bitch. He seemed to not mind, but Violet had a hand across her brow, blocking out the horrors that loomed around the car. How anyone in their right minds could drive in the shitty assed traffic was beyond her.

“Hell, love, you lived in Madison. It’s not that bad,” he remarked at the next light. “Mumbai - now there’s traffic.”

“Perspective. I get it. But I live in a town of less than a thousand and I work in a village of less than 500,” she griped. “Traffic for me is three cars being at a four way stop.”

They laughed. Josh made a turn that didn’t seem right. She glanced at him as they cut down a side street.

“This isn’t the way to the hotel,” she said.

“Sure it is,” he said with a smirk.

“Are you stalling?” she asked, watching as he turned the car down another side street.

“No,” he said, dragging out the ‘o’ like when he’s stalling or explaining something but didn’t have all his words figured out. “I go this way so she doesn’t have to cross the street to get to the car. Gentleman like.”

“Ooo, impressive,” she teased.

“I’ve not seen you to ask, but are you doing okay? How’s Ali?” he asked.

She licked at her lips. Jake had asked her if it was all right if he talked with Josh. His own source to vent as it were. She shrugged. “I’m not sure. I’ve given her a lot of space and she’s not reached out since we saw her. Perhaps Max knows, but she just needs time before she can see me again.”

They stopped at another light. The turn signal seemed to be keeping time of their words that could be happening, but instead, seemed to count the beats of silence. Violet glanced out the window, her eyes catching sight of a boutique that she had been to with Jessie before the wedding. It was where she had found her dress. She smiled at the thought of that day of shopping and wine and friendship. Josh made a sound in his chest before moving once more for the green light.

True to his word, he pulled up in front of the hotel, to a waiting Max who hopped into the backseat without hesitation after Violet’s wave and smile. Her energy filled the car and brought a wider smile to everyone. She leaned forward and looped around Violet with a kiss to the cheek. Josh, she whispered a ‘hey’ before sitting back and getting buckled in. Violet felt an awkward grin over the fast cooling of her friend.

The liquor store they had to go to was ten minutes from the house - on a good day. They crept across the roads and through intersections. All the while, Josh seemed like a cat staring at a laser light that refused to move from its spot on the floor. Max was quiet. Violet felt like she was going to vomit from the tension. She picked at the hem of her sweater in the hopes she wouldn’t unravel the thing before being in public again.

The store was obnoxiously busy. Violet parted out the list of needs and they all took a cart to divide and conquer. Josh kept running into fans or people he knew while Violet and Max ran around collecting the goods. Violet gave up and grabbed the items that she had assigned for him as he seemed to be chest deep in some conversation. She marched past again, capturing his eyes and pointing to the register. He waved, much to her chagrin. They married up their carts, ready to wrap up business and looking for Josh. He was still talking.

Max was one of those targeted people whose eyes never stopped roaming while standing in line. First it was some kind of mixer she had to hold up with a pretty, pretty smile.

“I make it from scratch better,” Violet said with a heavy sigh, glancing back at Josh.

By the time she looked back at her friend, the damn fairy was scooted in close to the folks in line ahead of them, reaching for … was that a natural neon orange color?

“No,” she scolded. “What are you twenty one and looking for a week long hangover?”

Max’s eyes gleamed with a manic glow. She had already latched onto something else. Violet tried to figure out what she was looking at with a sickening feeling that whatever it was going to be, it was going to be bad. Instead, she shifted. New tactics were needed to give her friend pause.

“Max - what the hell is going on here?” she asked, tone in that sharp professional manner she reserved for shit shows and emergencies.

She stopped. Her small frame still. It seemed to be enough to jolt her back to the moment. She took a dramatic huff before moving in close to Violet once more. “You can’t have two people playing hard to get. It just doesn’t work. This is what happens.”

Violet’s brow wrinkled as her mouth twisted with thought. Puffing out her cheeks she shook her head. “What? I. Max. That’s like childish. Really? Hard to get after you two…”

She rolled her eyes. Apparently Violet was too dense for whatever was going on. Finally through the line from hell, and Max’s continuance of looking for neon colored booze, they stood at the door, eye beaming Josh to will his ass to see them.

“Enough,” Max huffed.

Violet watched her friend’s lithe frame scootch around people and through groups, Josh in her sight line. The man looked stunned when she grabbed him by the shirt and started to drag him with a wave to whomever it was he was speaking to.

“Sorry - I need this one!” Violet heard her call out as barely had a chance to catch his feet. His laugh warmed the air between them.

In the car however. Ice. Violet internally rolled her eyes. Middle school was not her favorite era and she certainly did not want to return to it in any shape or form. They were going to have to figure it out on their own.

They made Josh carry most of the bags since he was zero help in the store. Pushing into the house, they were instantly overwhelmed with the smell of dinner and Jake booming his Oliver Fucking Reed from the kitchen. Jess and Sam relieved them of their packages while Violet leaned into her man.

“What a fucking nightmare,” she whispered as he kissed on her. “Oh the drama.”

He laughed as he returned to his task. She took one of the beers that Sam was doling out before turning her attention to Jessie. The woman looked like she was three shades of green with a cup of tea in front of her. Violet paused, bottle mid way up to her mouth.

“You’re shitting me,” she whispered as Jess’ eyes froze. “Holy hell!”

“What?” Josh’s voice called, but Jess shook her head and Violet instantly stopped.

“I think she has that flu, you guys, maybe give her some room. You know, very catchy and all,” she recouped as she moved forward to feel the woman’s forehead.

Instantly Jake and Josh backed off like it was the plague. Sam leaned in with a grateful gleam in his eyes. Obviously they did not want to make mention of the news just yet. Violet’s heart thrummed for them. Damn that was going to be one gorgeous baby.

“Sweetie, why don’t you go and lay down for a bit. Maybe that will help, yeah?” Violet took her hand and led her back to the first bedroom.

“Thanks, Vi,” she said quietly.

“Just find out?” Violet asked, taking down a soft quilt.

“A few weeks back,” Jess answered, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I knew you’d be the first to notice. We just want to keep it close for a while longer.”

“I got it. Congratulations,” Violet whispered, giving her a little hug.

Violet closed the door behind her. She was excited for Sam and Jess. They were going to be amazing parents. When she returned to the kitchen, Sam and Max were sitting at the table while Josh was nowhere to be seen. Jake was babying his creation, a huge smile on his face. She watched as he was reaching up in a cabinet, rolling up on his tiptoes to grab it.

Dinner was amazing. The time together was even better. A quiet over the house when everyone was gone made her nearness to Jake feel like one of those stupid romance movies on that one network. But Violet appreciated it. With her cheek to his chest and fingertips grazing over the soft flesh of his belly , she felt content.

Ollie arrived just in time for breakfast on the 31st. He insisted that he find his own way to Jake’s, while Violet went to pick up Max and go in search of breakfast. She arrived back at the house just in time to meet Ollie at the door. Josh rambled in after one in the afternoon with Danny at his side. Violet had to tease the freshly single man that he needed a nice long slut era in order to cleanse the palette.

The afternoon found them lounging and making their plans for downtown. Violet noticed that Ollie kept getting distracted by his phone, but let it go. Her friend seemed invested in the night and just cutting loose. A rare sight indeed for Mr. Ollie Hendriksen. Typically, the man worked more than 340 days out of the year, typically second and third shift. So for him to be there, in person, was something.

The plan wound up being simple. They would meet up at Sam and Jessie’s place as they were the closest to downtown. They would start with the bars at ten, landing at Rudy’s before midnight. At eleven twenty two, Violet found herself pleasantly tipsy and dancing with Max as they strolled towards the last destination of the night. She had watched with awe how her fairy goddess twirled around Josh and he seemed to be the one, nose in the air, pretending not to notice. They were like a pair of tropical birds dancing their wares in the most ridiculous manner and yet, acting totally disinterested.

Eleven forty one. Violet was fetching a ginger ale for Jessie when she overheard a pair of fans gushing over Jake and Josh. The conjecture over who the hell the little bitch was sitting with Jessie and which one of the guys she was with was thick. Of course the rumor of Jake being with someone edged into the conversation. She nearly dropped Jessie’s drink when one sighed at the lucky, lucky lady to have that man on her tit every night.

Violet decided to flag down the bartender and ordered the two cuties a round on her. She glanced at them with a smile before she went back to the table. Jessie was looking a particular shade of green that everyone, even Jake, had noticed. Sitting down, she slid her hand across his thigh before giving him a little squeeze and picking up conversation with Max, Danny and Ollie.

“Vi, what did you do?” Jake whispered in her ear.

“Nothing. Why?” she asked, turning her cheek towards her shoulder to hear him better. The two ladies at the bar were openly staring at her, one even raised her glass up to her. “Oh. I bought them a round. They were having the most interesting conversation about you and Josh and who gave the best oral stimulation.”

His eyebrows flew upwards. “Oh my.”

“I mean… shit. Sorry. I didn’t think that one through, did I?” she grimaced as he bumped her with his shoulder.

He dropped a hand and rubbed at her hip reassuringly. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Midnight loomed. Jake glanced at his phone just as everyone seemed to be frantically moving around. Max and Ollie had disappeared to the dance floor. Josh watched her like a pining teenager.

“Josh,” Violet called across the table as the DJ started a long assed countdown. “Just go and kiss her. I can’t watch this shit anymore!”

Jake laughed as he stood, taking her hand in his own. “The strange and mystical dating rituals of Joshua. Next up on this this week’s episode-”

“Fuck off,” his twin grumbled, stumbling away from the table.

As Jake wrapped his hands around her hips, Violet couldn’t help but watch as Josh hurried his way to Max as the countdown reached the thirty second mark. They both laughed as he nearly knocked Ollie into a group of women in his quest for the fairy goddess. Max lit like a firefly as he reached for her.

The last seconds were counted down as Jake brough his hand up to her face, cutting her attention off from her friend and dragging it back to himself. He pecked at her mouth first in a series of soft and gentle kisses.

“Happy New Year, Violet,” he whispered. “Love you, baby.”

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Part Of Your World🫀

Welcome to Hollywood

CHAPTER 1

Pairing: Chris Evans x Elyse Harper

Word Count: 3k

📍April 2015

Elyse Pov

"DAMN!! Perfect, that's the one, Elyse," I hear Haley say.

I am too zoned out to even care what's going on.

"What is?" I say as she comes out of the other room walking towards me.

"Elyse the dress...It's the one, the perfect dress! I'll go tell Laura," Haley excitedly says, rushing off to go tell Laura, my stylist.

I'm standing in the fitting room, trying on dress after dress for the Oscars.

I had taken a red-eye flight from Miami to LA this morning. I have spent the past 48 hours in glam running the walkway for a Versace show, and now my body is starting to pick up on the exhaustion.

Once I wrapped the show...I headed to the airport to take part in this torture.

Two weeks ago, Haley informed me, that I would be co-presenting an Oscar, and I needed to get some fittings done. Not only are the Oscars two days away.

I also didn't listen to her earlier... I didn't want to do this, I've only been to the Oscars once and didn't enjoy myself... but without a choice, I have to do it again...

I sigh and stare at myself in the mirror. My hair is in a ponytail. My eyes are bloodshot red. All I want right now is my bed and some sleep. I've been working non-stop this month and I'm craving a good night's rest in my own bed, not some shabby hotel room.

I'm wearing a gorgeous YSL gown. It's gold, with long sleeves and a V-neck.

I for the first time feel beautiful in a dress. I smile as Laura walks in and notes down some alterations that were needed.

I thank her, and she tells me she'll see me later, the day of the Oscars.

Soon enough after Haley helps me out of the dress she offers to drive me to the house.

As Haley is driving, I look out the window as we pass through traffic...

"Who am I presenting the award with?"

Haley's eyes pop out and she gives me this look as if I hit my head on a wall, or as if aliens appeared on the 101.

"Seriously Elyse, Chris Evans... You're Presenting with Chris Evans," she says all excited.

"Chris Evans as in Captain America?" I question as I roll my eyes.

"Yes! Elyse, Captain America, you'll be presenting the best picture movie this year," she says as she takes the exit towards my place.

"UGHHHH!!! Another hotshot," I groan loudly.

"Don't worry, it will be a quick in and out.. I promise you," Haley says, smiling.

"Yeah, right, once you spot Leo or someone, you'll forget all about me," I mumble under my breath, smiling back at her.

I am not looking forward to this weekend at all and I decided to text my best friend, Dakota Johnson.

I met Dakota through our dads... My dad was her dad's dentist and we would always have playdates, so we go far back.

I haven't seen Dakota in a while with her packed schedule.

She's flying back today from wrapping up a film.

I texted her to come over tomorrow and hang out, maybe catch up. It's been a while, and she can convenience me it won't be as bad.

I hope she is also attending and can help me with this misery.

...

Haley drops me off and tells me to rest.

"Yeah, yeah, Haley, I got it. Thanks," I say, rolling my eyes as I get out. Don't get me wrong but I like Haley but she can get on my nerves at times.

She smiles and waves as she pulls out of the driveway.

I grab my duffel bag and look at the house. I call my dungeon...

I hope it's not a full house and I can head to bed right away.

I open the front door and head inside and look around and it is too quiet after placing my bags on the steps of the stairs I walk around and look for Maria.

She's probably in the kitchen.

I sigh as I see a piece of paper on the entryway table. This can only mean one thing. I squeal on the inside.

Gothel and Scar are not home.

I pick up the note.

"Elyse, Tony, and I have gone on a little trip to the coast. Make sure you put your cheque in the box in our room. And we expect to see you on TV at the Oscars. DON'T MESS THIS UP!!! Don't expect us back so soon, also don't fuck this up, or you know what will happen".

I just stare at the note, expressionless at this point, but I'm glad Emily and Tony aren't here right now.

I'm used to them spending my coin, to go on trips and buy ridiculous things. I just need to get out of the stupid contract and end this.

After my parents passed, I really didn't have another choice as the word spread quickly through the news of my parents.

Elizabeth was my manager at the time and was quickly manipulated by my aunt and turned against me and the rest is history.

Emily and Tony started using me for my fame trapping me in deals and campaigns and would abuse or hurt me... I was just the puppet, and they had control of the strings.

They would place me in ads, movies, shows, or campaigns without consenting with me first, and call all the shots.

Emily and Tony seem to be really good at acting their love for me out of the house, for the most part. We seemed like a happy family on the outside but in reality, it was far from that.

I mean, the only people who work for me are Haley, my publicist and assistant, Laura, my stylist, and my manager, Elizabeth.

Elizabeth mostly stays in contact with Emily now. I rarely see her around the house or on a red carpet.

She's in charge of what job or modeling assignment... negotiating numbers more of behind-the-scenes stuff.

My team never beats an eye at Emily. In fact, they all call her Medusa. I mean, I see it. Hell if I try to avoid Emily as much as I can through my days.

This year things have been a little different and they are not at the house as often or I am away from work.

When I do see them, it is either to scold me or ask for the next pay cheque.

The only family figure I had was probably Maria.

Maria was our housekeeper. She looked after me. Maria is a sweet lady in her late 50s.

I can't even remember how old I was when Maria came to work for us. She slowly became aware of the abuse she tried to help me.

Eventually, she stopped and would do anything to help me or avoid something bad coming.

As I walk further into the living room Maria spots me.

"Elyse, come sit I made your favorite soup, mija," Maria says pulling me deep out of thought.

I smile and nod "Thank you, Maria," I say as I walk towards her and sit at the table.

As I finish my dinner. I let Maria know maybe Dakota will visit tomorrow morning.

...

I moan as I scrub some shampoo into my hair and give myself a little head massage.

I continue to clean my body.

The shower is probably one of the safest places where I feel.

It's like a warm hug to me, it reminds me of my mom's hug and how I used to feel safe.

I hum as I finish showering. I put my robe on and head to brush my teeth and hair out.

As I'm running my hands up and down my body rubbing lotion.

I graze under my left rib cage area. I have a long scar from when I was 13.

Tony whipped me with his belt since I didn't want to do this one bikini shoot. I was the only thirteen-year-old on set with older men and I was not comfortable.

It resulted in me needing to get some stitches... But leave it to Uncle Tony to pay off the doctor and stop the investigations. Money can truly buy everything.

I travel a little down to my right hip, where I touch the cigarette burn.

I have one on my right hip from Aunt Emily. I was told I was a toddler at the time when our families were close and I was playing around our play structure in the backyard.

Long story short Emily was not paying attention with her hands and burned my hip as she carried me inside, which was one of the reasons for why the family split.

I cringe at the thought that these scars are the only marks of "love" I have from my so-called family.

Nobody knows about these marks. I often think about how disgusting they are and maybe they define me.

I shake my head, trying to get these negative thoughts out.

I finish up and head to bed. As I'm lying in bed, I get a message. It's from Sebastian.

Sebby: Hey Ely :) How are you? I just got back from filming! I heard from Dakota you're attending the Oscars I'm excited to see you!!!

I smile as I read his message.

I met Sebastian way back when he was modeling.

We were both shooting a perfume campaign at the time, and he walked in on a break out between me and Tony about something stupid, about my scars, not covering up correcting for the shoot.

For only Seb to walk in with my eyes bloodshot and Tony yelling at me with broken glass every wear from the broken vase that was on the floor now.

When Sebastian saw the scars, I asked him to stay out of it and to promise me he wouldn't tell a single soul. Like- take it to his grave. He promised me but told me he's worried about me... He even helped cover my scars on the screen with his hand placements. And we've been good friends since then.

He keeps in touch, checking in from time to time.

Honestly, I wish it was Sebastian presenting with me and not Chris. I've never met the man, but he is always been in the media ever since becoming Cap.

Elyse: I'm doing better. The trolls are out of town so can't complain. I'm not looking forward to presenting, but you've lifted my mood now that I will see you in attendance!

Sebby: I'm glad to hear that! Don't worry Elyse, Chris is amazing at his job, Don't listen to the Hollywood gossip. He's much better than that. Try not to stress too much!! I'll see you on the red carpet. Goodnight.

Elyse: See you soon. Goodnight Seb!

I put my phone down and stare at the ceiling daydreaming about how I crave a different life than this. I've always been a reserved person. I don't like a lot of physical contact scared it will only hurt me more. I'm scared of getting hurt. I've built a wall around me.

I often think about if this is my forever life. I'm happy when I'm not here in LA and filming, or away on a shoot. Where I can play a different character and turn this all off. Get away from this hellhole called my "home".

I wonder if I'll ever be capable of loving someone who loves me back

From a young age, I was never allowed to date or be spotted with anyone in the media...Anytime a reporter would ask a question about my love life my team would shut it down immediately so I get it... I must be a freak or people threw themselves at me for my looks. I wonder if there is someone out there to love and accept me for who I am, and not just for my looks or money. I turn the fan on and turn over and close my eyes as exhaustion starts to set in.

Chris Pov

I check the time on my watch. I should make it to Ma's home just in time for dinner. I've just landed back in Massachusetts after filming for Avengers: Age of Ultron. I'm super tired and annoyed and the only thing I'm craving more than anything right now is Ma's made homemade food.

I'm fed up with eating only takeout and salads. I need some food made with love and Ma's French food has been calling my name ever since I landed.

I sit back and refresh my phone to find it exploding with messages and articles now just realizing about my current breakup.

I roll my eyes and open Twitter after Megan texts me, notifying the outcome of everything. It's been over five weeks since the breakup and it's coming out just now.

I see my name trending in so many hashtags and questions. If I'm off the market now? If it was my fault? Or if Willow, my ex, cheated?

Before going to Atlanta to film the last few scenes of the movie ... I drove to my girlfriend Willow's house to ask her if she wanted to come with me. Only to walk in on her cheating on me, I found her in bed with some hotshot guy from her friend group under her. I cringe at the memory.

I told her it was over, and to take her shit out of my house in LA... Rumors started to spread fast as she was seen by pap's leaving the house with a suitcase.

I sigh and sit back and wait for this car ride to be over. I searched my name on Google and to my surprise, it's trending.. "Captain America newly single." "Why did he dump his girlfriend?" Click our link in the bio to find out"... I groan.

I really hope Ma is home alone tonight...

As the driver pulls into the driveway. I see the lights are on and Carly's car is outside, which means the kids are here, which leads to the whole family.

"Great.. Full house" I mumble as the driver comes to a full stop.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my family, but knowing I'm going to see them after a while, and also mentioning I broke up with my girlfriend, I'm going to get a lot of crap from them.

...

I walk in, leaving my luggage in the mud room.

" Hey Ma," I shout. As I walk through the living room into the kitchen, it is indeed a full house everyone is already sitting at the dining table.

"Chris," Ma says, shocked.

" Uncle Chris, Uncle Chris! " Ethan shouts, and soon enough, all three of my nephews and niece attack me.

" Oh, Uncle Chwis, I missed you so much," Miles says. " I've missed you too buddy," I say as I give them each a big hug.

They lead me to the dining room, where everyone is getting ready for dinner.

Ma makes her way to me. " Oh honey, I thought you were going straight home, well this is a sweet surprise". She says this as she hugs me tight.

" I know Ma, but I was craving your food". I said, a little ashamed. She laughs.

" Lucky for you I made lasagna your favorite". I smile and slowly make my way around, greeting everyone.

We all sit down and start to enjoy dinner. They ask about how filming went. Ryan tries to get some info about the movie but, my lips are sealed... I explained how I wouldn't be staying long as I had to go to LA for the Oscars...

Everyone is quiet and starts to look around wondering who is going to be the lucky date this year.

" AHEM," Scott says, looking my way trying to get my attention. We all stare at him.

" Who are you taking since you broke up with Willow? " He says looking my way trying to get an answer out of me.

I sighed while rolling my eyes and looked down at my plate.

"Ow," he says as Shanna kicks his leg from under the table.

"No one... I'll be going alone. In fact, I am a presenter this year so it'll be a quick in and out," I say, taking another bite of some lasagna.

" Awww, that's too bad, Uncle Chris, Mommy, and Uncle Scott bet on who you're taking this year," Ethan says, smiling.

Everyone bursts out laughing as my family always ends up taking bets on my relationships as If it's some kind of game.

"Well, that reminds me Ma, you owe me some money," Carly says while laughing. I just look unfazed and roll my eyes and go back to eating.

...

Soon enough, everyone finishes dinner, and I say goodnight to the kids. Soon Carly leaves, and Shanna and Ma go to sleep as they have a big day at work tomorrow.

So I'm left in the living room with Scott.

" So who's the lucky presenter you're presenting with," Scott says as he brings me a beer,

"Well," I sigh taking the beer from Scott and taking a sip.

"I think it's Elyse Harper," I say as Scott starts choking on his beer.

"Are you okay?" I ask Scott and his eyes pop out.

"WHAT!" He says shocked.

"The supermodel Elyse Harper?"

"I think so," I shrug taking a sip of my IPA.

"Chris, how could you not tell me? I could have met Elyse.. Chris," Scott whines taking another sip of his drink.

I look at him, giving him a funny confused look.

" REALLY!... You don't know who she is do you?" He exclaims.

" No, I don't Scott," I say now annoyed.

"You are missing out bro... Chris, she's a supermodel, an actress, and only what like 4 years younger than you. How do you not know about her... She's in Fast and Furious, and Transformers?" He says.

I look at him and grab my phone, and do the only thing one would do.

I decided to Google her.

As the page loads, Scott grabs my phone out of my hands.

"Hey give that back," I say now even more annoyed than before.

" Chris, look at her," He says looking through the pictures.

I grab my phone out of his hand...and holy shit, I swear, I felt my dick twitch.

"She's beautiful," I say a little too loud for my liking.

" I told you, you were missing out... I may be gay but like wow...where have you been.. Get your head out from under the rock man". Scott now states proudly.

I'm staring into her green eyes on the screen, I slowly look at other features: she's tall, has a great ass, her hair is a light brown color, she has a light skin color, and her eyes her bright green eyes. I could get lost in them.

I hear Scott clear his throat. "Chris, you're drooling," he says.

I hit his arm. I wonder if she's single, and actually, a genuine person or if she just all looks.

Scott interrupts me, as I am deep in my thoughts.

" Chris, I know that look... All the best and you better not fuck this up,"

I sighed and put my phone away. I looked at the time and saw it was getting late.

After a few more beers Scott offers to take me home since he hasn't been drinking so much as me.

After Scott dropped me off...I head inside and to my room. I decided to take a shower before sleeping. I get in the shower and can't get Elyse out of my head. I don't even know the woman yet she has this effect on me.

I get out of the shower, brush my teeth, and look over at the empty sink to my right, and empty drawers in the cabinets. I can't help but feel sad.

I walk into the closet grab a pair of shorts and go lie in bed. I turn the lights off and get under the covers.

I'm staring at the ceiling thinking about how I need to get my life together and how lonely I feel. I can feel the anxiety creeping on me slowly.

I mean, I'm only 34, but I want all the things that life has to offer. I want to come to a house that feels like a home, and not barge in on Ma every time.

I want someone who loves me and waits for me. I want the bathroom sink to linger with her products and the closet to get out of control, someone hogging the whole bed... stealing the comforter from me at night, wanting to cuddle.

This is getting really getting old coming home to an empty house. This house doesn't feel like a home. It is missing something... maybe I should get a dog for now. I'm pulled out of my thoughts as my phone pings.

It's Megan, my publicist.

Megan: Chris, hope you had a safe flight home. I hate to break it to you, but we need to be in LA tomorrow afternoon for some fittings. I'm sorry... I'll call you in the morning. Have a good night.

I groan as I read the message, Great. I look at the time as it's 1:00 in the morning now. I roll over, trying to get some sleep.

I just end up tossing and turning. I can't sleep. She's still on my mind. I open up Google again and look her up again. I see she has a few interviews on YouTube, so I decided to watch a few. She's funny and has a natural charm, doesn't try to stand out too much, but her smile doesn't always reach her eyes in most photos, or press junkets.

I sigh, as she doesn't seem to be an attention seeker. Damn, she's too pretty. She's got to have a boyfriend right?

...

I groan as I shut my alarm. I don't remember what time I went to sleep last night. I check the clock on the wall and it reads 6:35...I get out of bed, brush my teeth, and head to the basement to work out.

Soon after I had a quick shower and breakfast. I'm getting ready to head out the door when my phone starts ringing, and it's Megan.

"Morning Chris, how are you doing? She asks.

"I'm good, a little tired," I laugh

"Yeah, Well I'm sorry to hear that. I've booked the ticket for LAX. You leave in an hour. I'm sorry Chris but I tried to get a later flight...,"

"It is okay thank you Megan I'll see you real soon, Take care," I say as I hang up the phone.

I head back inside and pack a little carry-on bag for a few days. I only bring the necessities, since I have most things there.

...

I walk into Ma's home. I smile, as it smells like home.

I enter the kitchen and I see Shanna and Ma finishing their breakfast.

"Hey Shanna, Morning Ma," I say as I grab myself water.

I explain to Ma what's happening as she and Shanna are both running a little late to the theater.

They both wish me a safe flight, to enjoy myself and not overthink and that they'll see me on TV. I smile and hug them both.

I call an Uber and head to the airport. The driver parks on the airstrip, and as I head inside, I'm greeted by the pilot and the flight attendant.

They tell me the flight is on time, and I should get ready for take off.

I lie back in my seat and try to read a book, but I just think about her. I can't wait to meet her in person, and soon the plane takes off.

...

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Thrill-Seeking Down Under: An Overview to Adventure Tourist in Australia

Australia is understood for its spectacular natural landscapes, diverse wildlife, and also unique outdoor adventures, making it a prominent destination for experience tourist. From surfing on some of the world's finest beaches to discovering the rugged wilderness and also diving in the Great Barrier Reef, Australia supplies a vast array of thrilling tasks for experience applicants.

Along with its all-natural beauty, Australia additionally boasts a solid tourism market with different solutions to make traveling much easier and more delightful. From airport taxi solutions to glass repair service and commercial kitchen area devices rentals, tourists can easily access the sources they require for a smooth as well as comfy trip.

However, with journey tourism likewise comes potential health threats. Travelers ought to recognize the need for preventative measures, such as flu injections, as well as the significance of correct sunlight protection as well as cosmetic products for outside tasks.

This guide will supply an overview of the very best outdoor journeys in Australia and the travel and tourism solutions offered to make the most of your journey. We will certainly likewise review important health and also health considerations as well as modern technology services for vacationers. By the end of this guide, you'll have all the details you need to plan an amazing and risk-free journey tourism trip to Australia.

Sports and also Outdoor Gear

Sports as well as outside equipment enthusiasts will certainly take pleasure in a lot of interesting tasks in Australia. From surfing on the magnificent beaches of the Gold Shore to kayaking in the serene waters of Tasmania, there's something for every person. In this article, we'll check out a few of Australia's a lot of exhilarating sporting activities and outside activities.

Surfing

Surfing is just one of Australia's most preferred water sports, thanks to the country's world-famous waves and long stretches of coastline. Whether a newbie or a skilled web surfer, you'll locate lots of possibilities to capture a wave in Australia. Several of the most effective areas to surf include the Gold Shore, Byron Bay, and Margaret River in Western Australia. If you're wanting to acquire or lease surfing gear, stores such as Mobility scooter Hut Brisbane offer a series of options for citizens and tourists.

Kayaking and Canoeing

For an extra tranquil water-based experience, kayaking and canoeing are wonderful alternatives. The rivers and lakes of Australia provide a few of the most stunning settings for paddling enthusiasts. The Noosa River on the Sunlight Shore, Lake Burley Lion in Canberra, as well as the Fitzroy River in Rockhampton are just a few terrific places for kayaking and also canoeing in Australia. You can lease kayaks as well as canoes at many locations, consisting of some exterior merchants such as Mobility scooter Hut Brisbane.

Scuba Diving and Snorkeling

Australia's Great Barrier Coral reef is among the world's most prominent scuba diving and also snorkeling locations. The reef's stunning coral reefs developments as well as diverse marine life make it a remarkable experience for everyone. Other popular diving destinations in Australia include Ningaloo Coral reef in Western Australia, Lord Howe Island in New South Wales, and the accident of the SS Yongala off the coast of Queensland. Site visitors can rent out scuba diving as well as snorkeling equipment from retailers, including Mobility scooter Hut Brisbane.

White-Water Rafting

White-water rafting is a thrilling option if you're looking for a much more adrenaline-fueled outside experience. The Tully River in Queensland and the Franklin River in Tasmania are two of Australia's best-known locations for white-water rafting. These rapids offer a series of problem levels for both novices as well as seasoned rafters. Many companies offer directed tours and devices services for those brand-new to the sport.

Mobility Scooter Rentals as well as Electric Mobility Scooter Tours in Brisbane

For those that prefer to remain on land, mobility scooter services as well as electrical scooter excursions are an excellent way to explore Brisbane and also its environments. As mentioned previously, Mobility scooter Hut Brisbane is among the location's best-known merchants of mobility scooters and also mobility scooter accessories. They use a range of scooters for acquisition and also service, including lightweight and also foldable designs that are easy to transport and also shop. Electric scooter scenic tours are an enjoyable as well as environmentally friendly means to see Brisbane's leading sights, such as the Story Bridge, South Bank Parklands, as well as the Botanic Gardens.

In conclusion, Australia is a paradise for sporting activities as well as outdoor gear lovers. Whether you prefer surfing, kayaking, scuba diving, white-water rafting, or checking out on an electrical mobility scooter, there's something for everyone. So, load your bags, grab your gear, and also head Down Under for the experience of a life time!

Traveling and Tourist Solutions

Australia's island of Tasmania is renowned for its all-natural beauty as well as diverse landscapes, making it a prominent location for tourists as well as travelers. For those wanting to discover this stunning region, a motorhome service can supply a comfortable and also adaptable means of transport. Nonetheless, to guarantee a successful and delightful journey, it is very important to think about a series of traveling and also tourist solutions that can assist make your experience unforgettable.

Most importantly, airport terminal taxi services are essential to any type of trip to Tasmania. With a number of flight terminals in the state, scheduling a reliable and also safe taxi service to carry you and also your household from the flight terminal to your motorhome rental tasmania location is crucial. Several reputable companies supply this solution, as well as reservation beforehand is constantly best to stay clear of any kind of delays or complication.

An additional vital service to consider is glass repair work as well as substitute. While motorhomes are designed to withstand the rigors of the road, the windscreen as well as home windows are prone to damage from rocks, particles, and other hazards. If you discover any chips, fractures, or damage to your car's glass, it is essential to have it repaired or replaced asap to guarantee the security of all guests. Many glass repair solutions in Tasmania, including mobile solutions, can come straight to your area.

Commercial kitchen area tools rentals might be necessary for those preparing to cook their meals while when driving. This solution enables you to rent out important home appliances such as stovetops, ovens, refrigerators, and more, ensuring you have all the necessary tools to prepare healthy as well as scrumptious dishes during your trips. Numerous companies in Tasmania use this service, and scheduling well beforehand is essential to guarantee availability.

In addition to these sensible travel services, it's additionally important to take into consideration brand name marketing for tourist business. If you're a firm providing motorhome services in Tasmania, it is necessary to establish an advertising and marketing technique to assist your brand stand out. By partnering with a marketing agency that concentrates on tourism, you can establish a distinct as well as compelling brand message that resonates with your target market.

This can include creating a solid on the internet existence, developing appealing social media sites web content, as well as using rewards as well as discounts to new consumers.

Finally, for those seeking to add exhilaration to their motorhome adventure, mobility scooter rentals and electric mobility scooter excursions in Brisbane are terrific alternatives. With a wide variety of rental options, you can discover the city and also its surroundings on your own terms without needing a car or various other automobile. Numerous scooter rental business provide directed scenic tours and also various other special plans, making checking out the city's top destinations as well as hidden treasures very easy.

To conclude, a motorhome leasing is an outstanding way to check out the all-natural beauty and also varied landscapes of Tasmania. To make certain a successful and delightful trip, it is very important to consider various traveling and tourism solutions, including airport terminal taxi solutions, glass repair work as well as replacement, business cooking area devices services, and also brand marketing for tourist companies. With these solutions in mind and also the included enjoyment of scooter leasings as well as electric scooter excursions in Brisbane, your motorhome journey will certainly be remarkable.

Health and also Health

Keeping health as well as wellness is important to taking pleasure in life fully, especially when taking a trip. Whether you're a seasoned vacationer or intending your first trip, it is necessary to protect your health and stay healthy and balanced while on the move. In this short article, we'll check out some necessary health and also wellness tips to keep in mind when traveling.

Flu Vaccine Recommendations for Travelers

Flu, typically known as the flu, is a contagious breathing ailment that can cause mild to severe signs. When taking a trip, you might be revealed to various pressures of the influenza infection that your body may not be unsusceptible to. The best means to secure on your own from the flu is by obtaining vaccinated before you take a trip. The influenza injection is suggested for all vacationers aged six months as well as older. The flu vaccine is readily available in Australia from numerous healthcare providers, consisting of general practitioners, drug stores, and traveling centers. Getting the influenza vaccine at the very least two weeks prior to your journey is important to enable your body time to construct resistance.

Sunlight Protection as well as Cosmetic Products for Outdoor Activities

Australia's cozy and warm environment makes it an optimal destination for outdoor tasks such as walking, swimming, and the coastline. However, direct exposure to the sun's unsafe ultraviolet (UV) rays can create skin damages as well as sunburn and increase your danger of establishing skin cancer cells. To secure your skin, it is very important to utilize a high-SPF sunscreen to safeguard your skin, put on safety clothing, and also seek shade throughout peak sun hrs. Some aesthetic items, such as tinted moisturizers and structures, also contain SPF to offer extra sunlight security. Load these items, together with a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses, for your outdoor adventures in Australia.

Mental Health and also Wellness

Traveling can be amazing and invigorating, however it can additionally be stressful as well as overwhelming. Caring for your mental health and wellness as well as health while traveling is essential. Some methods to advertise psychological wellness while on the move consist of practicing mindfulness, obtaining enough rest, remaining energetic, and seeking support from enjoyed ones. It can likewise be helpful to prepare some downtime during your journeys to rest as well as recharge.

Healthy Eating and Hydration

Keeping a healthy and balanced diet plan and staying moisturized are important for general wellness and health when traveling. In Australia, numerous scrumptious and healthy food choices are offered, such as fresh fish and shellfish, salads, and also fruits. Consuming lots of water is also crucial, especially in outside tasks or hot weather. See to it to carry a refillable canteen as well as fill it up routinely throughout your journeys.

To conclude, handling your wellness and health is essential for a pleasurable and also successful traveling experience. Whether you're obtaining a flu vaccines australia prior to your trip, exercising sunlight safety and security, prioritizing mental health, or remaining moisturized and nourished, these pointers can help ensure you remain healthy and well during your trips. So, pack your bags and prepare yourself for a healthy as well as pleased journey in Australia!

Computer as well as Technology Solutions

As we depend an increasing number of on innovation, it's important to have access to dependable computer and modern technology services. This is specifically real for travelers that rely on their tools for interaction, navigation, as well as enjoyment. In this post, we'll discover several of Australia's computer system and also technology solutions, including malware elimination, computer system repair service, as well as disk drive information healing.

Malware Removal

Malware, or destructive software, can create a great deal of damages to your computer system, consisting of stealing individual information, corrupting documents, and also slowing down your system. It's important to have an expert eliminate any kind of malware from your device asap to stop additional damages. Several computer system repair shops in Australia use malware removal solutions, including ones that provide especially to vacationers. If you're traveling to Brisbane, you can locate trusted solutions like hard disk drive data recuperation Brisbane and also malware elimination solutions at locations like Compensation Now and Computer Troubleshooters.

Computer Repair

Unfortunately, even the most trustworthy tools can break down or malfunction. Whether it's a broken display, a dead battery, or a hardware issue, it is essential to have accessibility to quality computer system repair solutions when you get on the roadway. Numerous computer system service center in Australia use same-day or next-day fixing solutions, so you can go back to utilizing your tool asap. If you're in Sydney, places like Sydney CBD Repair Work Centre and also Gadget Expert use quality computer system fixing solutions, including Apple items.

Hard Drive Data Recovery

Losing essential information from your hard disk drive can be a headache, specifically if you don't have a backup. Luckily, services are available that can recover information from damaged or damaged hard disk drives. This is specifically important for travelers with crucial documents or pictures reduced their gadgets. In Brisbane, services like Ontrack and Payam Data Healing provide hard drive data recovery brisbane services for people and companies.

In addition to these certain solutions, many computer and technology stores in Australia provide numerous other solutions, consisting of computer and also accessory sales, IT consulting, and also networking services. If you're traveling for company or require to remain connected while when driving, investigating the various options offered in your location city deserves researching.

When choosing a computer system and also modern technology provider, it's important to research as well as choose a reliable, reputable carrier with good evaluations and a performance history of quality service. You may likewise want to take into consideration elements such as rates, area, as well as hrs of procedure, particularly if you get on a tight routine.

In conclusion, computer and modern technology solutions are essential for travelers that depend on their tools for work, interaction, as well as home entertainment. Whether you require malware removal, computer repair work, or hard disk drive information healing, trusted companies in Australia can meet your requirements. So, before you hit the trail, understand where to turn if you require aid with your tool.

Verdict:

To conclude, Australia offers lots of one-of-a-kind opportunities for adventure as well as travel, from browsing as well as kayaking to diving and also snorkeling, white-water rafting, and also mobility scooter services and electric mobility scooter scenic tours in Brisbane. It's necessary to have accessibility to reliable computer system and modern technology solutions while traveling, consisting of malware elimination, computer system repair service, as well as hard disk drive data recuperation.

If you're preparing a trip to Australia, research the various journey tourism options available and strategy accordingly. Whether you're looking for adrenaline-pumping activities or simply intend to explore the natural elegance of this vast as well as varied nation, Australia has something for everyone.

Pertaining to computer system as well as technology solutions, it's essential to choose a reputable, reputable provider with great evaluations as well as a performance history of quality service. Think about elements such as pricing, place, and hours of procedure, particularly if you get on a tight routine.

On the whole, traveling to Australia offers a special opportunity to experience some of the globe's most breathtaking landscapes as well as exhilarating journeys. With the right planning and also prep work, you can take advantage of your trip and also create memories that will last a life time.

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5 Innovative Trends in Modern Custom Kitchens

In today's fast-paced world, staying up-to-date with kitchen design trends is essential to creating a functional and stylish space that meets your needs. We are thrilled to share with you five innovative trends that are revolutionizing the way we design and experience custom kitchens.

From smart appliances to sustainable materials, these trends are sure to inspire and excite you as you embark on your kitchen remodelling journey.

Smart Appliances

The integration of smart technology into our daily lives has extended to our kitchens. Smart appliances have become increasingly popular in modern Gold Coast custom kitchens, offering convenience, efficiency, and connectivity like never before.

Imagine a refrigerator that can create shopping lists, control temperature settings, and even suggest recipes based on the ingredients it contains. Or an oven that can be preheated remotely, ensuring your meal is ready when you walk through the door. Smart dishwashers make cleaning up a breeze, allowing you to monitor the progress of your dishes from your smartphone.

With voice control capabilities, energy efficiency features, and seamless connectivity, smart appliances are revolutionizing the way we cook and interact with our kitchens.

Sleek Minimalist Designs

In today's fast-paced world, simplicity is key. Minimalist designs have become a major trend in modern custom kitchens, offering a clean and uncluttered aesthetic that promotes functionality and tranquillity.

Clean lines, simple colour palettes, and clutter-free spaces are the hallmarks of this design approach. By embracing a minimalist design, you can create a kitchen that feels open, airy, and inviting. The focus is on essential elements that enhance the functionality of the space rather than unnecessary ornamentation.

A sleek minimalist kitchen not only looks stunning but also provides a serene environment for cooking and entertaining.

Multifunctional Kitchen Islands

Gone are the days when kitchen islands were merely an extra countertop space. Today, kitchen islands have evolved into versatile workstations that serve multiple purposes. They are no longer limited to food preparation; they have become the heart of the kitchen, where family and friends gather to cook, eat, and socialize.

Modern custom kitchens Gold Coast are incorporating features such as built-in sinks, additional storage options, and seating areas into their kitchen islands. This allows for seamless transitions between cooking, serving, and entertaining, making the island a central hub for all kitchen activities.

Whether you're chopping vegetables, washing dishes, or enjoying a cup of coffee, a multifunctional kitchen island enhances both your cooking and entertaining experiences.

High-Tech Lighting Solutions

Lighting plays a crucial role in creating the right ambiance in any space, and modern custom kitchens are no exception. Advanced lighting solutions have transformed the way we illuminate our kitchens, providing better visibility, enhanced functionality, and energy efficiency.

LED lighting strips are a popular choice for under-cabinet lighting, allowing you to showcase your countertops and create a warm, inviting glow. Motion sensor fixtures are another innovative lighting solution that automatically detects your presence, ensuring that your kitchen is well-lit whenever you step into it.

These high-tech lighting solutions not only improve visibility but also add a touch of elegance and sophistication to your custom kitchen.

Sustainable Materials

As the world becomes more environmentally conscious, the demand for eco-friendly materials in kitchen design has skyrocketed. Sustainable materials are not only better for the environment but also for our health.

Bamboo flooring, for example, is a renewable resource that adds warmth and beauty to any kitchen while reducing carbon footprint. Recycled glass countertops are another sustainable option that offers durability, elegance, and a unique aesthetic appeal.

By incorporating sustainable materials into your custom kitchen, you can create a space that is not only visually stunning but also contributes to a healthier and more sustainable planet.

Conclusion

The five innovative custom kitchens Gold Coast trends discussed in this blog post are transforming the way we design and experience modern kitchens. From smart appliances that make cooking a breeze to sleek minimalist designs that promote functionality and tranquillity, these trends offer endless possibilities for creating a kitchen that is both functional and aesthetically pleasing.

The incorporation of multifunctional kitchen islands and high-tech lighting solutions further enhances the cooking and entertaining experiences. And let's not forget the importance of sustainability, as the demand for eco-friendly materials continues to rise.

With the ever-advancing world of custom kitchen innovation, we are excited to see what the future holds for this dynamic space.

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Foggy Sunday early evenings call for a good cigar and some whiskey. In this case, we have the Prideful Goat 6 year cask strength rye and a Rocky Patel 10th Anniversary box press cigar. There are really nice notes of butterscotch, jam, some dark chocolate, and rye spice. .... So I know there is some kind of annual Hollywood award show tonight, but I'm putting some smoke in the air and raising a glass to a different set of awardees. On Friday, the 47th Joint Culinary Training Exercise at Ft Lee was completed. This multi-service culinary competition challenges teams and individuals from the various services to cook their best against each other in hopes of winning it all to go on to compete against civilian chefs later this year. For the 3rd year in a row Team Coast Guard sliced, diced, and served up a win against all the other competitors bringing home 7 gold, 10 silver, and 5 bronze medals as well as Installation, Chef, and Pastery Chef of the Year, Best in Show for Mobile Kitchen (on Army gear) and Contemporary Food, as well as runner-up Student Team and Cold Food Buffet. Additionally, CS1 Danielle Hughes, CS1 John Toman, and CS1 Jeff Plotz were chosen to join the Army Cullinary Arts Team for the Cullinary Arts Olympics in Germany. Way to go Team Coast Guard! Congratulations! .... "The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential... these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence." ~ Confucius ... #uscg #uscoastguard #coastguardculinaryprogram #cigar #CigarLover #CigarAfficionado #cigarphoto #cigarsnob #cigarlife #cigarsmoke #pssita #sailorandsticks #rockypatel #TapThatAsh #whiskey #ryewhiskey #pridefulgoat #whiskeylife #WhiskeyLover #whiskeyphoto #WhiskeyNeat #WhiskeyAfficionado #whiskeygram #quote #quotestagram #raiseatoast (at Coastal San Pedro) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cptk53RL0TN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Custom Kitchens Gold Coast | Capri QLD

Capri QLD always makes their customers’ satisfaction their top priority and tries their best to keep them hassle-free. Capri QLD has more than 38 years of experience in manufacturing custom kitchens Gold Coast. And it always provides its customers with the best services.

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At ChòpnBlọk in Houston, customers line up for dishes like the Golden bowl, which includes jollof rice with a Creole twist, plantains, roasted cauliflower and brussels sprouts served with a vegan curry.Credit...Michael Starghill Jr. for The New York Times

West African Chefs Take a Page From the Fast-Casual Playbook

For these second-generation business owners, the familiar format offers a gateway to a wider audience.

Oct. 3, 2022

HOUSTON — At POST Houston, a popular food hall, the lines stretch long for ChòpnBlọk, where the Nigerian American owner Ope Amosu offers a familiar customizable template — rice, vegetables, protein — that are deeply influenced by his West African pride, and his London-born, Houston-raised identity.

Take the Golden, a nod to the Gold Coast of West Africa — and to Mr. Amosu’s stint as a prep cook at Chipotle while still working as a corporate sales executive. The hearty meal includes smoky jollof rice with a Creole twist, plantains, roasted cauliflower and brussels sprouts, and comes with a vegan honey bean coconut curry that’s at once sweet and alluringly tangy. To top it all, customers can choose from various proteins marinated in Cameroon pepper.

The traditional West African restaurants that dot southwest Houston are cozy, dimly lit spaces and often family-owned. But at restaurants like ChòpnBlọk, which regularly appears on the city’s dining lists and is lauded on social media by celebrities like the “Insecure” star Yvonne Orji and the rappers Jidenna and Wale, the West African flavors and staples are quicker, more casual and — their owners argue — more accessible to non-African diners.

“We’re not trying to convince people our food is good or worthy — we already know that it is,” Mr. Amosu said. “I am, however, trying to tell our story and welcome people in who may be nervous about going to a place that feels a bit unfamiliar.”

In food halls, strip malls and shopping centers across the United States, fast-casual West African restaurants are proliferating, and the second-generation owners behind them are at once showcasing the range of these cuisines and debunking reductive myths about them.

At the Senegalese chef Pierre Thiam’s restaurant Teranga in New York City, deeply flavored customizable grain bowls help to counter racist Western perceptions that can diminish the value of the region’s cuisine.

“I hope that it helps dispel the lies that make you think of Africa as a continent of scarcity,” Mr. Thiam said. “There’s so much abundance, and there’s so much creativity that’s coming from the continent, and we get to show them that story through our food.”

The fast-casual model allows West African chefs to preserve the region’s classic flavors as well as incorporate elements of their American upbringings in a format that is recognizable to diners less familiar with the cuisine.

“We’re creating a gateway to West African food,” said Olumide Shokunbi, the owner of Spice Kitchen in Brentwood, Md.

Like Mr. Amosu, Mr. Shokunbi attended the school of Chipotle — one of the nation’s best examples of fast-casual success. During college, he began working at a Chipotle franchise on the side as he explored opening his own business.

His Spice Kitchen adopts some central components of the fast-casual model: biodegradable serving bowls, customizable meals and a varied interpretation of storied cuisines. Since it opened last fall, the restaurant has offered salmon and shrimp alongside suya — Nigerian seasoned, skewered and grilled meats — and sides like spinach efo riro, jollof rice and grilled corn.

At Suya Suya West African Grill in Philadelphia, the owner Dera Nd-Ezuma, who developed a love for tacos after immigrating from Abuja, Nigeria, to New Jersey in 2007, takes a similar approach. To amplify traditional dishes like steak marinated in Nigerian yaji, Mr. Nd-Ezuma leans into his love of tacos and offers them filled with chicken and steak suya in the requisite brown to-go container.

“There’s a reason why our restaurants are finding success,” he added. “People want to experience this cuisine, and they want to do it in a way that feels comfortable.”

Having gone to many of the city’s more conventional Nigerian restaurants, Mr. Nd-Ezuma said he sometimes found the atmosphere intimidating.

“When I get to go to African restaurants and I try to order, the menu can be a little bit overwhelming, so I can only imagine what it’s like for non-Africans,” Mr. Nd-Ezuma said.

Citing a psychology construct called “openness to experience,” which is a high predictor of whether someone would try different cuisines, Germine Awad, a professor of psychology at the University of Michigan, said that it’s not how something is served that draws patrons in, but rather their natural curiosity levels.

The growing interest in West African food within the restaurant industry aligns with immigration trends. “The more folks that come, the higher the demand for food that’s authentic and a true reflection of that community,” Ms. Awad said.

In 1980, there were about 40,000 West African immigrants living in the United States, according to data from the Pew Research Center. By 2019, that number had grown exponentially, to 890,000. Nigerian immigrants are the largest group from the region, with the most sizable communities living in cities like Atlanta, Dallas, Houston, New York City and Washington, D.C.

The inevitable expansion of fast-casual West African restaurants will continue bringing these foodways to the forefront of American dining — an overdue change, Ms. Awad believes, in the culinary world.

“It’s not just enough to have these restaurants available to people, this cuisine has to be recognized for how complex and amazing it is,” she said. “That’s the true next step for expanding the idea of the average culinary experience in the United States.”

At Teranga in San Francisco (no relation to Mr. Thiam’s restaurant), the Senegalese chef Nafy Flatley-Ba creates dishes like chicken drumsticks marinated in baobab, tamarind and Dijon, a family specialty. Highlighting Senegalese flavors is a top priority for Ms. Flatley-Ba, but equally important is showing that women can and should play a leading role in contemporary West African dining.

“It hasn’t been easy to introduce fast-casual, yet super nutritious and healthy West African food,” Ms. Flatley-Ba said. “But I have been doing it.”

Some conventional West African diners might complain that the foods at these fast-casual restaurants isn’t traditional. But that’s not Mr. Amosu’s primary concern at ChòpnBlọk. The restaurant is a chance to revel in his heritage, by creating dishes that expand on the narratives of the region’s cuisines.

“Our stuff bangs, too, and everybody should know about it,” Mr. Amosu said. “There’s no reason why we should be so insular with the pride that we have for our culture.”

Authenticity and fast-casual service aren’t mutually exclusive, and Hema Agwu and Folusho Adeyemo, the Nigerian American owners of Brooklyn Suya in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, have no interest in compromising West African flavors to please Western appetites.

“It’s all about finding the balance of being both authentic and contemporary, you know, and open for a new audience,” Mr. Agwu said.

The menu reflects multiple cultures, integrating American ingredients like kale and avocado into their suya bowls, which can come with shrimp, chicken, eggplant or tofu marinated in suya spice. But the real common ground, Mr. Agwu said, comes on the side.

“Americans love sauce,” Mr. Agwu said. “We have to give the people what they want.”

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch.25/41

Chapter 25: Be Brave

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, voyeurism, unprotected PIV (Play safe ya'll!), fingering, cunnilingus, tub play

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Chapter 25: Be Brave

It’s been a week since Elvis fucked you senseless. The countertop guys came and installed the granite countertops today. The flirty guy showed up, ‘to make sure everything went smoothly’. He asked you out on a date. You told him you were seeing someone. He backed down, but told you to look him up if it all went tits up.

You finished installing the sink today. Damn you are almost done with this kitchen! Appliances should be delivered this week too! You need a day off though, you’ve been working non-stop. You are hoping you can catch Austin soon. He has still been haunting you in the middle of the night, in the best possible way. You text him.

Me: Hey, when is your next day off? I have an idea!

You go to put your phone away, not expecting to hear from him anytime soon. Then your phone dings.

Austin: Day after tomorrow. What’s up?

Me: Do you want to go develop your film? You send a link to the Maud Street Photo gallery and Dark Room in Brisbane.

Austin: Yes please.

Me: I’ll book the darkroom.

Austin: You are a goddess.

Me: That is correct.

You book the space, and text him details. You get a thumbs up from him. Then nothing.

The next day at about 1PM, you are on your knees, installing the final trim around the living room when you hear the door open.

“Oh good! You are home!” Austin exclaims.

You stand up, brushing the dirt off your work pants and hug him tightly.

“Hi love! Oh no, you caught me in my actual work clothes,” you jest.

“Yeah but those knee pads though,” he kisses his fingertips and gestures towards the sky.

“They could come in handy,” you wag your eyebrows suggestively and laugh. “To what do I owe the honor of your presence so early in the afternoon?”

“Well,” he puts his arms around your waist, swaying side to side, ”I am off for the next two days, so go pack a bag, I’m taking you on a weekend getaway.”

“You are?!” you say excitedly, “Sweet! Where are we going?”

“Brisbane, I already set it all up, bring a nice dress. Wait, nevermind, I owe you one anyway. Can you be ready in like a ½ hour? You are driving by the way!” Austin is clearly stoked, thoughts tumbling out of his mouth as he backs towards the door, “I gotta go pack too, I’ll be back in 30 min!”

He shuts the door and you are standing there, then it hits you. He’s never taken you out on a date, let alone for a weekend. In public. Natural Bridge doesn’t count, you didn't’ encounter enough people for it to count.

“Ok,” you say to yourself, unstrapping the pads from your knees, “I guess we are doing this.”

It takes you 10 minutes to pack a bag, 10 in the shower and 5 to put on your long dress, Chacos and throw some mascara on. You are hastily tidying up your scraps from the day when Austin pops in the door.

“Ready?” he grabs your bag.

“I am, but…” you hesitate, unsure what exactly to ask, “what am I supposed to do in public? Do we need to walk separately, or something? I just don’t know what to expect and I’m all of a sudden nervous.” You hadn’t realized it until this moment just how green you are to all of this.

“Oh hunny,” he sets down the bags and enfold you in his arms, ”you don’t have to do anything differently. Just be yourself. I doubt anyone will even recognize me. If they do, well, most people are really nice. I love you and I honestly don’t care if the world sees us, as long as you are OK with that.”

“I want to say I’m OK with it, but I’m also not sure that I have any idea what that would mean,” you say honestly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I didn’t think about this, I was just excited to get away with you. We don't have to go if you don’t want to,” he says, trying not to sound disappointed.

“Hold up, I didn’t say I didn't want to go. I just need you to remember that I’m just a civilian here in your celebrity world. I really don’t give a fuck about what people might say about me or what they see. I just don’t want to mess with your reputation or image or whatever. Cuz I love you too.”

“Awww, Kitten, thank you.” he hugs you close, ”It will all be just fine. I haven’t seen any paparazzi around here lately anyway. The way I see it, it’s none of their business. If something happens, just follow my lead. They don’t get to control us.”

You take a big breath, “Alright, fuck it, let’s go have a great weekend.”

You manage to sneak Austin out like last time, although no one was there to see anyway, which goes a long way to soothe your fears. You just don’t want to end up not being able to go to the grocery store. You remind yourself that you aren’t dating a member of the royal family, so chill out.

The one and a half hour drive is easy in the afternoon. You spontaneously stop at a little hole in the wall place called Yatala Pie Shop. Mostly because, mmmm pie. They make homemade delicious gourmet pot pies and pastries. You share a chicken mushroom pie, a sausage roll and a caramel tart. You are feeling much more relaxed. You are just two normal, admittedly pretty, people out driving.

Austin has a roll of film to finish, so he periodically snaps a photo of you. Driving, eating, laughing.

You pull up to the swanky Emporium Hotel.

“Shit Austin, I don’t know if I’m this fancy… I’m not sure I’m gonna fit in,” you look at him slightly concerned.

“I get it, but Kitten, the key is to simply act like you do,” He winks as he gets out of the car. You nod to yourself as the valet opens your door and you hand your keys to her.

A bellhop grabs the bags. Austin is right there beside you, hand on your waist, sweeping you confidently into the lobby. A fantastic white sweeping staircase dominates the three story atrium in front of a wall of glass. A huge red sculptural wall abuts the lush living wall that provides the backdrop for the front desk.

Austin leads you up with a little of that Elvis swagger in his gait. It’s sexy as hell. He checks in under a pseudonym. Everyone immediately is treating you both with that deference you thought reserved for rich people. Maybe they know who he is?

Taking Austin’s advice, you just act like someone with money. ‘These old things? Yes, these are exclusive Chacos only for sexy people. This dress, yes it IS vintage, sustainability is so posh,’ you think to yourself, trying to act bored, as though you have seen all this before, even though you are ‘wowing’ on the inside.

“Ah, yes sir, and your tickets will be waiting at will-call tomorrow,” says the concierge with a smile.

Austin also asks for information on where the best shopping is. The concierge recommends a couple places and offers to call ahead for an appointment and an uber whenever you are ready.

The bellhop has your bags on a cart and takes you to your room. You get in the elevator and go up, up, up. He makes small talk, asking if you’d ever been here before and where you were planning on dinner. He recommends the hotel restaurant as well as a couple others near. The bell dings at the top floor and the elevator opens to a beautiful foyer.

“Welcome to the Exquisite Suite Sir,” the bellhop says as he makes a show of opening an elaborate set of double doors, flanked by Carrera Marble columns. You quickly realize why they were treating you and Austin that way. It’s not that they know who he is. It’s that he booked the best suite in the hotel

It is gorgeous. Floor to ceiling windows, balcony, a huge bed, well placed mirror walls, marble bathroom, a huge tub overlooking the city, a walk-in closet and a full on bar with chilled champagne in a bucket and chocolate dipped strawberries. The bellhop opens the champagne and pours two glasses.

Austin tips the bellhop and closes the door as you pull open the balcony doors and go stand at the clear railing, looking out at the amazing city view.

“Holy crap babe, this is splashy,” you tell him as he brings over the glasses and the strawberries, offering you one. You guys clink, drink and take a bite out of the strawberries. The chocolate, berry and champagne flavors mix in your mouth. It's decadent!

“I figure we have both been working hard and we deserve it.” He wraps his arm around you, kissing your neck.

“Well, what all do you have planned to do?” you ask.

“Apart from you?” he drains his glass and sets it down on the little table and pulls your shoulder strap down, kissing your skin.

“I hoped I would be on the list, yes” you smile, leaning your head to the side so he can kiss up your neck.

“Well,” *kiss* “ I want to take you to get a new dress for tomorrow night,” *kiss* “We have the darkroom tomorrow at one,” *kiss* “And theater tickets at 7,” *kiss* “Anything else is gravy.”*kiss* “We can do that wheel thing," he points out the window to what looks like a Ferris wheel, “ we can walk the gardens, do a museum, find a club, … whatever you want hun.” *kiss*

“Damn, I don’t know what I want to do first,” you say, “ strike that, yes I do.” You set down your champagne, turn around and hands to Austin’s face, press your lips to his. “Thank you Austin,” you whisper against his gorgeous, full lips.

He looks deep into your eyes and says with a straight face, “my pleasure.”

You fucking crack up. He does too.

“Ahhh,” he says on the tail end of his laughter, “no really, I’m so grateful you were willing to come with me.” He leans in and kisses you slowly, deeply.

Your hands are on his neck, playing in his hair. God you love kissing him. The breeze kicks up and your dress billows. Austin's hands land on your naked cheeks.

“Wait a minute, have you been bare under this all afternoon?” he asks, gliding his hands to see if you have on a thong or something.

“Yes,“ you shrug, ”I wanted to be ready, y’know, if we had a chance for a little quickie in the wild.” Your hand migrates to his covered crotch. You feel a growing bulge.

“Did you now,” he says, “Well I can’t decide if that’s naughty or nice.”

“Why not both?” You unzip his fly and pull out his half hard cock. You step back, turn around leaning forward on the railing and step your legs apart. You look over your shoulder at him, then lift up the back of your dress, revealing your naked bum.

“Oh hoh hoh, Kitten,” his hands are on you, one on your ass and one cupping your breast, his mouth kissing, sucking biting your neck. His growing cock rubbing on your bare cheek. His shorts and undies fall to the ground.

His hand slips down your front, between your legs, feeling your soft lips. He presses on either side, making your moist inner lips push out. He milks your lips, going wide and pressing deep, then pushing them together while he pulls away. It makes you suck in breath and breathe out shakily.

“How ready for me are you?” he asks, easily sliding a finger between your lips. ”Oh my, quite.”

He pulls away his finger glistening with moisture and brings it to his mouth. You watch him suck your juices off his finger from the corner of your eye. Twisting, you reach up and pull him down to your mouth. Your tongue flicking on his lip, tasting the slightly salty remnants of you there.

Both of his hands reach down to pull your cheeks apart. His now hard cock slides between your legs, along the line of wetness he created when he pinched your lips. His velvety soft tip feels exquisite along your smooth labia. Luckily you had just got waxed a couple days ago.

You seep more. He slides more. You moan softly. He quietly groans in the back of his throat. He slides his arms under yours, fingers playing with your stiffening nipples.

“Do you want me fuck you Kitten?” he growls in your ear, “out here in broad daylight, with your dress still on?”

“Oh gods yes,” you moan quietly.

You tip your hips just enough to slide him into you on the next thrust. From behind he feels even bigger than usual and the angle hits you just right inside.

Buried deep in you, he laughs low and grips tight to your shoulders from the front. His hips rock back, pulling his cock almost out of you, then thrusts forward, sheathing himself in you again. He hits that spot in you again, making you moan.

Suddenly you hear voices. You both freeze, trying to figure out where it’s coming from. It sounds like from below. You peek over and see a couple on the slightly larger balcony below you. You motion for Austin to look.

You both peer over, him still inside you. The couple start kissing, after a minute, she drops to her knees as he undoes his fly. Her head bobs forward and backward as she starts sucking his cock. It’s fucking hot. You are mesmerized.

“Do you want to go inside?” Austin whispers quietly in your ear.

You shake your head, no.

“Can you be quiet?” he whispers in your ear, you can hear the smile in his voice.

You just nod.

Slowly, he starts moving in you. Both of you are watching over the balcony.

The man has taken off his shirt, his pants puddled around his ankles. He is moderately muscular. She has added her hand to the stroking of him. He is moaning audibly, hands laced on the back of his neck. You hear “That’s it mama, take it deep, daddy likes your mouth on his cock.” She keeps sucking him, making choking sounds.

You swallow a moan, pressing your lips together.

He stands her up, spit has soaked the front of her blouse. He pulls it off and kneads her big natural breasts. She undoes the bra and he leans down to take her nipples in his mouth. She is beautifully curvy, with long brown hair that falls down her back as he leans her head back, eyes closed, moaning.

Austin’s thrusts become faster.

He is wiggling off her pants. She sits in the balcony chair, her legs over the arms.

“Yeah, you get down there and fuckin’ eat that muff,” she says.

He kneels in front of her and dives into her pussy. She is moaning loudly. “Yeah, get it daddy, tongue-fuck that fuck hole. YES!”

It is so hot watching them fuck with Austin inside you. He starts breathing a little harder in your ear.

You can hear her yelling, “I’m ‘bout to cum daddy, yes, finger me, yes, yes YES!”

You look back down and she has a hold of his hair, grinding her pussy into his face.

“Look at her cumming on his face,” Austin whispers to you, fucking you harder now. Your fingers are rubbing around your clit, you hadn't even realized you were touching yourself.

The man is rising up from his knees, stroking his cock. “Daddy’s gonna fuck that sweet cunt now. You ready for me?”

You feel heat rising from your core

“Oh daddy, give me that big cock.” He does have a big cock, you notice. She is bouncing, slapping her pussy with light smacks as he leans over her. “You are so fucking hot baby,” he guides himself into her and starts fucking her hard, planking on the chair.

You are getting close. Your free hand is clutched in Austin’s hair behind you.

“Watch how he makes her tits bounce,” his low voice quiet in your ear. Austin starts fucking you in earnest, as you flicker across your clit with your fingertips.

“Fucking take it mama, take my cock like a champ. Oh fuck, I’m gonna paint your pussy like a Pollak,” you hear him say.

You hear squelching noises, you aren’t sure if they are yours or hers.

Your chin tilted up to the sky, eyes fluttering, you are so close.

“No baby, “ he gently tilts your head down, “watch them cum,” he whispers.

You open your mouth in a silent O just as you hear her screaming “OOOOOHHHHH FUUUUUUCK YEAHHH!!” He pulls out of her and jizzes all over her tits and belly.

Your orgasm mushrooms from your clit and g-spot and ruptures into your chest. Screaming silently, your whole body shakes. Austin is gripping you tightly, trying to hold you up as he slams into you, then leans back and thrusts deep, shaking as he silently pumps his cum into you.

“Fuck mama,” the man says, “ that was good, my little exhibitionist.”

“Yeah, I would love it if someone was actually watching us.” She says as they go inside.

“Should we tell them?” you ask Austin as he is pulling out of you, cum dripping down your leg.

“UM no,” he says firmly, “remember, shy.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, I forget that about you.” You kiss him.

“Let’s clean up and go get you a dress. Although you may want to wear some underthings.” He smiles at you and playfully slaps your ass. ….

You guys uber to a fancy French boutique suggested by the concierge, who made an appointment for you. It’s one of those places that they give you drinks and bring clothes for you to try on.

Austin sits down on the viewing couch with his bourbon. The lady running the shop is painfully thin, even for a French lady. She brings a handful of evening dresses. You tried on a couple, but none of them fit right and they made Austin frown and shake his head.

The lady is unzipping the dress for you in the dressing room. She makes a rude comment under her breath in French about how your muscles were too big for her evening wear, but smiles at you in the mirror.

You turn around, mouth open “Excusez-moi?” you say quietly, “oui, je parle francais,“ then louder and in English, “ My body is kick ass and strong. I’m not gonna let you or anyone else body shame me, especially in a language they don’t think I know. Plus that fucking HOT man out there loves this body.”

You grab your sundress off the satin hanger and shoes from the floor. Confidently you walk out of the dressing room in your bra and panties.

“Et peut-être manger quelque chose, dame grincheuse,” you say to her. She just stands there, mouth open in shock.

You stand in front of Austin, and step into your dress. He is frowning, not at your lack of dress, but at what he heard you say in the dressing room.

“Will you please zip me up babe.” You say calmly, although you are fuming inside.

“Of course Kitten,” he throws his drink back, and stands up and zips up your back. “We will go spend our money somewhere else," he says calmly.

You walk out the door, completely ignoring the shop lady as she stutters out half hearted apologies in French.

Down the street, he stops you and hugs you tight. “I’m sorry love, are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m ok, I just didn’t expect that, especially in this day and age," you blow out a big breath.

“What did she say?” he asks.

“That I was too big and muscle-y for her dresses but in French with a smile on her face, assuming I wouldn’t know what she was saying.” You say exasperated.

“What did you say to her before we left?”

“I told her to eat something, then called her a cranky lady,” he stares at you, you stare at him. You let out a puff of laughter and you both start laughing.

“You are right though,” he gathers you to him, “I do love your body.”

You try another shop, the man running it was amazing. He knew exactly what you needed and within a ½ hour you had a dress that made Austin’s eyes light up. It was deep sparkly blue, off the shoulder and curve hugging with a thigh slit that showed off your sexy leg. It fit you like a glove.

You told Austin he really didn’t have to pay for it.

“Oh no, I insist.” then in a lower voice, “so if I ruin it later, I won’t feel bad about it.”

He hands his credit card to the man, who pretends not to hear, but winks at you as he runs the card. Austin has the dress sent to the hotel. You decided not to look at the price tag, you didn’t want to know. You thanked him profusely.

“Oh you will thank me just fine later,” he says with a wink.

As you walk down the street you see a big sign that says CLUB X. You are intrigued. You walk right in and find a sex toy store. You are giddy! You love these places!

“I’ve never been brave enough to go to a place like this,” he whispers in your ear.

“Oh babe, these places are fun! People aren’t embarrassed about sex and you can ask all the questions.” You are like a kid in a candy store.

You two wander around together at first, then you separate and end up at the other side of the store.

“Can I help you find anything?” you hear the clerk ask him.

“Yes,” says Austin, ”um, I am wondering about these,” he indicates the display in front of him.

The clerk talks to him as you check out rainbow butt plugs and new clit suction toys. You decide to buy a fully submersible vibe, thinking of the huge tub in the hotel room. The clerk talks you into some water play lube and some toy cleaner, which you needed anyway.

“Just don’t use the silicone waterplay lube directly on the silicone toy, do you need some regular lube for it?” they ask, putting your purchases into a black paper bag.

“I definitely do not,” you look over your shoulder at Austin, who is walking towards you. “He keeps me wet enough pretty much all the time. Now if you have an electrolyte drink for sex….”

You both crack up as Austin comes up behind you and puts his arm around your waist. “Oh, wow, yes I can see why, lucky girl.” the clerk says to you quietly.

“You ready to go? I’m hungry,” he says.

“You two enjoy your purchases!” they say, knowingly, as you walk out hand in hand.

“Did you get something babe” you ask.

Austin just winks at you and walks on in search of food. You shake your head and hurry after him. Boys.

You come across an Argentinian grill called La Bocca Bar and decide to have dinner there. You head to the bathroom as you are waiting for a table.

As you step out the bathroom door, you notice a man do a double take and ask Austin if he is, well, himself. He shyly affirms. You keep back and let him do his thing. You are amazed at how kind he is, taking a picture with the guy and chatting. Shaking his hand as he departs.

Once you are seated and have a drink order in, he says, “See, that wasn’t so bad, He was a really nice guy, recognized me from Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. He’s a Quinten Tarantino fan too.”

You sneakily pay for dinner, you couldn't let Austin pay for EVERYTHING. He gives you a squinty-eyed, pursed-lip look and shakes his head. You just smile big and cute.

Walking hand in hand, you wander through the city’s botanical gardens as the sun sets. The gardens are gorgeous. He is gorgeous. You are fucking gorgeous too! As it gets darker, he pulls you into a dark little alcove behind a tree and plants a long deep kiss on you. His hand slipping down between your legs.

“Oh Kitten, if I were braver I would lift this dress right here and slip inside you,” he whispers into your ear.

“Fuck, be brave baby,” you whisper back, bunching up the fabric in your fist. His fingers, expecting to find the soft material of your panties, finds only your bare skin.

“Oh hohoh,” he breathes out with a curled lip, “you are so dirty, I love it.” He pushes his fingers inside you, “how are you always so damn wet.”

“You.” Your hands are wrapped around his neck, pressing your body close to his to hide this devious act from any wayward eyes.

He captures your mouth with his. Your hips rocking back and forth on his fingers, the knuckle of his thumb sparking against your clit..

“Fuck that feels good baby” you whisper in his ear. “Don’t stop.”

“You gotta be quiet again.” He lets you continue to fuck yourself on his fingers, kissing your mouth.

You can feel the sparks start to catch fire. Your breath comes short and sharp through your nose. His kiss fanning the flames. He pulls his fingers out and just starts flicking your clit with his fingers. It’s just enough to set you off, flames dancing across your nub and into your core. You quietly moan, muted by his mouth. Your hands grip his arms tight, fingers digging into his flesh. Your stomach tightens and shivers run up and down your spine.

He pulls away, both hand and mouth. Your dress drops, hiding your wet thighs. You lean your head on his chest. Recovering your breath.

You hear the crunching of feet on the pathway. You both freeze until the crunching fades. He lets out the breath he was holding.

“Fuck, that was close’ he says.

“Yeah, but thanks for being brave baby.” You lean up and lightly kiss his lips.

“Lets go back to the hotel,” he suggests.

“Yes please, I need a bath,” you declare, remembering your new toy.

“Yes you do, dirty girl” he says low, “and I need more of you.”

You decide to walk back to the hotel across the Good Will Bridge and along the river front walk. He buys ice cream from a street vendor. It is a perfect night.

Back in the room, Austin draws a hot bath. You put your hair up and sink into the freestanding, oversized oval tub. He turns off the lights and slides in behind you, the water rising to cover your tits. You watch the city lights creating contrasting highlights and shadows across your bodies. You cuddle in the hot water as he runs his fingers over your skin.

Once again, it strikes you how blissful this moment is: the feel of him behind you, the lines he is tracing on your arm and shoulder, the eddies of his breath on your neck; the warm water cocooning you both.

Fucking paradise.

You take in an enormous breath, burrow into him, and exhale the most rapturous sigh.

He hugs you tight to him, kissing your temple.

Bliss.

After a few minutes his deep voice rumbles in your ear, “Would you be willing to play a little game with me tomorrow?”

“What are you thinking?” you nuzzle your ear against his lips.

“Well, I am wondering if you’ll let me edge you all day,” he is cupping your breasts in the water.

Immediately you are intrigued, “Oh?”

“Y'know, play with you, get you all hot and bothered but not let you cum. At least not until I say so. I’m curious how you will respond to that,” his hand migrates to your labia, stroking you lightly under the water.

“Well, my demon may eat you alive… but I am game to try.”

“Your demon?” he asks.

“Oh, you have met her,” you smile, “remember that morning when you made me cum and cum and cum?”

Austin nods his head, “Mmm hmm, that was fun .”

“Well, right after I was squatting on your cock and came on your face,“ Austin growls appreciatively behind you pressing his palm into your vulva, “when you told me I needed to be tamed and knocked me down on the bed and I still demanded that you fuck me?”

“Oh yes,” he remembers, “ you had this wild look like I was prey or something.”

“Yeah,” you say a little self-consciously, “ you were. Prey. That was my sex demon. She can get out of hand sometimes. I usually keep her on a short leash, although you tend to bring her out.”

“I seemed to be able to handle her then, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he seems confident, ”and if it comes to that, I will just tie her down on my own short leash.“ He rubs his hand back and forth.

“Oh my, “ the idea and pressure start another warm fire behind your clit. “Ok, on one condition.”

“What’s that Kitten,” he rubs a thumb across your nipple.

“That we don’t start until tomorrow morning,” you sit up, reach behind the tub and grab your new vibrator, “cuz I gotta play in this tub!”

“Alright,” he says, pulling you around for a kiss to seal the deal.

His lips are unfathomably soft, the tip of his tongue tickling your bottom lip. You melt into his chest, momentarily forgetting about the vibrator in your hand. Your lips open, pressing together, creating a seal to one another, tongues rolling across one another before pulling back with slight suction forming into two mouths once again with the tiniest of ingressive clicks.

“God I love kissing you,” you say looking into his eyes, “please don’t ever stop kissing me.”

“As long as it’s within my power Kitten,” he agrees, “That’s one of the first things I loved about you, that first night when you kissed me back. I knew that any woman who could kiss like that…” he shakes his head in memory, “well I knew we would fit well together.”

You acknowledge with a soft “yeah” and nod, kissing him again, longer this time. While kissing you, he takes the vibrator from your hand, and starts rubbing it against your pussy lips under the water. It’s off, but the soft silicone covering and the friction feels good.

Your kiss becomes more passionate, leveraging against the side of the tub with your foot to twist and reach up farther to him.

You can feel his hardening cock trapped in an awkward position between your bodies. You lift away from him a little, allowing space for him to rise behind you. You nestle back down against him, reaching for the vibrator with him. You turn it on to the lowest setting and help him press it to your pubis.

The fingers on his other hand drift down to your opening. There is something about the warm water and the vibrations that just hits different, while his fingers swirling in little circle motions just inside you make it all the more.

Guiding the vibe side to side, you snuggle the end down between your labia up against your clit. A moan slips from your lips as your head falls back against Austin’s shoulder as a spike of pleasure arcs up from the vibe.

Your thumb clicks the vibe up a level. Your hips shimmy against the vibrator and his fingers.

“Oh yeah.” he breathes into your ear, pushing his cock against your shaking body. His fingers start moving faster.

Another spike of pleasure shoots through you, then another. Your pussy clenches and you jolt forward, curling around your core.

“Ohhohohoh” you moan, not exactly an orgasm, but close.

Austin extracts his hand from your crotch and lifts your hips. You grab the edge of the tub, dropping the vibe to stand up. You reach for the water play lube and decide to make a show of it, stand up in the tub and bend over really far, Austin’s hands automatically go to your cheeks, spreading them apart so he can see.

“You have the most beautiful pussy, Kitten,” he says.

Before you can put lube on it, Austin’s tongue is slurping at the water dripping from your labia, reaching forward, teasing your clit.

“God I love licking you,” he says, lips against your labia and mimicking you from earlier, “please don’t ever stop letting me eat your pussy.”

“As long as it is in my power, Mon Roi.” You mimic back.

He pulls your hips towards him and delves into you, licking and sucking. He. Is. So. Talented. You mentally thank any and all previous lovers who taught him and/or provided opportunity for practice. Your ass shakes on his tongue.

He pulls away, rubbing your saliva soaked lips and utters the best five words of the day: “I want to fuck you.”

You spread some of the waterplay lube onto just your opening, in case you want to play with the toy more on your clit.

“Can you get your cock out of the water?” He pushes his hips up and since the water is lower for you not being in it, you can slather his cock in the silicone based lube. You put your feet on the outside of his legs and flip your legs underneath you, pushing your ass back towards him on your knees.

“Oh yeah Kitten, slide down on me, “ he holds his cock as he guides you down, “oh my god that feels good.”

On your knees, facing away from him, you are impaled on his cock. His hands are pushing and pulling on your hips as much as you are bobbing back and forth on him. The lube is a game changer and doesn’t wash away. Water begins to splash back and forth in the tub.

After a few minutes, you decide you feel too detached from him. You rise off him and turn around in the tub.

Lowering down onto his cock again, you take his face in your hands and hungrily kiss him. Squatting on your feet this time, you glide up and down the length of him, taking him deep.

Fuck, it feels phenomenal be kissing him and to have him so deep inside you, to be so joined, connected together as one being in the watery chrysalis that is this tub. The beast with two backs, moving together in the ancient rhythm. Water sloshes up and over the thick side of the cauldron. Whatever magic you are making, it is intense.

He pulls away from your mouth, breathing heavily, forehead to yours, hands on your face. Your hips stop moving on him.

“My god Kitten, I feel so good when I’m with you,” he says, “not just fucking, but anytime I am with you. ”

“I’m so damn lucky to get to be with you baby, you are….. beyond words, “ you say, leaning in to kiss him hard. His ass flexes and thrusts into you. Your hips start up again.

Suddenly the water is rippling as Austin turns on the wand and pushes it towards your clit. You break away from kissing him and lean back to give him space. One hand around your waist, the other holding the vibe hard to your pussy, he kicks it up one, two levels.

“Oh fuck yes,” you moan out, head back.

“Keep going Kitten,” he commands. ”I want to watch you go to pieces on my cock.”

His words fan your flames. You are riding him like a galloping stallion, hard and fast, holding to the side of the tub. His hand keeps the vibe tight against you. Water is splashing everywhere.

Deep below and behind your belly the quickening rises. Your eyes roll back in your head, your mouth is open, the tip of your tongue flipping back and forth. Suddenly Austin’s wet finger is in your mouth. You suck it, rubbing your tongue vigorously along its length. Your strokes become short and sharp but he is still deep inside you.

“Do it baby, do it,” he says through clenched teeth. He clicks the vibrator up one more level.

The rising erupts over you like lava from your belly. Steam escapes in a full on scream around this finger as you cum. Your back is alternately arching and rounding on his cock. Water swirls, turbulent, around you both.

You are breathing heavily through your nose, humped over him, still sucking his finger.

“I need you out of this tub,” his voice is low and weighty.

You rise off him and he slips out from under you. You collapse into the tub. Getting out, he almost slips on the wet floor. He throws the towel down and turns to help you out. His cock dripping with water and lube in front of you. You look up, it’s gorgeous. Maybe it's the demon in you, but god you love his cock.

He hauls you up onto your feet and helps you get out, reaching down to grab the vibe. He walks you slowly, carefully backwards off the hard, wet floor, wrapping your wet hair around his loose fist.

“Oh Kitten, you got me so fired up,” he is looking you dead in the eye, lust painted all over his face, “making me finger you in public, sloshing up and down on my cock in the tub, the taste of your pussy on my lips.”

Once you hit the carpet, his hand tightens, pulling your head back. Your pussy drenches again.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” his lips against your exposed neck, “and when you cum again, cuz you will, I’m not gonna stop, no matter how much you beg me to.”

You shudder in delight at the thought, your demon glinting in your eye. Fuck, you want him. Now.

He pushes you down on the foot of the bed, Your wet hair splays out behind you. The cool night air from the open balcony door turns your skin into gooseflesh.

“Come get me baby, make me beg,” your demon coaxes him on.

Then he is on you with a growl, hands again in your hair. His delicious mouth is on yours, his tongue flicking and playing with yours as he finds his way inside you again.

Your swollen pussy and clit are so sensitive already that you almost cum when he thrusts inside you. You know you are in for it now.

He’s nothing if not honorable and true to his word, starts slamming into you, but with a slow rhythm.

Gripping your hair tight, he stops after each thrust, savoring your moan and your body arching, before slamming in again.

Thrust- Arch- Moan- Pull.

Each stroke is deep and hard.

Each one just a little faster than the last.

Soon he is driving in and out of you with no pause, holding you down by your hair.

You are on the brink of cumming again when he sits back onto his heels and pulls your hips on to his lap. He thrusts the vibe into your hand. You click the button several times and shove it onto your clit. He pushes himself into you and holding on to your hips he continues, dauntless in his quest of ravishing your pussy.

You can feel the heat in your face, rising red. The pulsations on your pussy expand deep into you then explode into particles of pleasure that liquefy in your veins, every cell alight.

Austin keeps fucking you.

You are thrashing on his cock now, handfuls of sheets bunched in your fists.

And he keeps going.

Wordless screams roll from you in time to his thrusts.

He keeps going.

Tears stream out your eyes as your screams turn to sobs of “I can't, no, no, no”.

“Yes yes yes!” he snarls, and he keeps going.

It’s too much, you are flooding him, flooding yourself.

He keeps going.

You are swept away, lost in the erotic pain and pleasure that is the torrent of his pounding dick.

Suddenly, he falls forward on top of you, roaring into your shoulder, thrusting hard, harder, harder into you. You rattle your own teeth with the strength of your shaking under him, clenching down so hard onto his cock.

He lets out a string of profanity, as your pussy milks the cum out of him as you clench and unclench. He is laying on you exhausted, shivering and moaning.

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