#my hip popped too cuz of the muscle tension

[merkerlerspeaks]

how do I determine if something is being caused by a chronic illness or if it's just something that everyone experiences and is just a sucky part of life

[prey-4-me]

Strange Preferences - Part IV

Prey Predator x fem!reader, smut now included

The two of you prepare to leave Earth after a confusing night

Amishta - name, meaning fearless, limitless

Tenahpu - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ  word for man

Thx so much for the continued ♥️… & a*****l, still not tagging directly cuz idk about tumblr etiquette but heehee glad u like my name and yes it was a bit evil of me to cut the chapter where I did… 😇 but no thx to the person that called me a shit head lol, like why 🤔

TW - this chapter is (!)NSFW(!). If you prefer to skip it, there will be a summary of this chapter included with Part V.

***

You realized your heartbeat was elevated. And your hand was still on his lower abdomen. Mouth dry and trembling slightly, you looked up into his face. He clicked at you softly, eyes searching yours. His hand was still firm on your hip.

You thought about the young men you had been with. Lithe and strong, they were nothing in comparison to Tenahpu. Monstrous power was packed behind every muscle, more than a human man could ever hope to achieve. You realized it was quiet. There were no clicks. He was watching you intently.

Curiously, you timidly ran your hand slowly over and past his belt, and down even lower. The bulge under his clothing twitched against your hand. Reaching under his clothing, you grabbed him lightly. Tenahpu made an almost human noise, groaning softly. The hand on your hip slid to your ass, cupping it. His mandibles clicked together.

Impetuously, you gripped his hard shaft and pumped him several times. Tension filled Tenahpu’s body as you continued, emboldened by his clicks and groans.

***

He was equally parts aroused and shocked as Amishta stroked his cock. Being both fairly young and not an alpha, he rarely had the opportunity to breed. He felt pent up now that she was stimulating him. He grabbed her ass, remembering to be gentle. She acted tough, but was simply a weaker species.

Beginning to thrust into her hand, he groaned softly. His mandibles started to go slack. He snapped them together, unsure what to do.

Amishta seemed unconcerned. She spoke to him softly in her language; it sounded like a question. His eyes flicked back to hers. She was watching him, eyes hooded, mouth slightly open. He huffed at her softly, clicking questioningly once.

She seemed to take this as some type of assent. Amishta leaned into him, using her shoulder to push. She seemed to be trying to push him onto his back. Her weak attempts amused him, but her ministrations made him susceptible to the idea. He rolled onto his back and waited for her next move. She popped up into a seated position quickly and scrambled on top of him. Straddling his hips, she undid his clothing. It fell away.

Placing both hands on his abdomen, she rutted against his shaft. She was soft, wet, hot. He gulped, snapping his mandibles together again. He found his hands were on the tops of her thighs, his fingers digging into her delicate flesh. Loosening his hold slightly, he worried about hurting her. But she had picked up the pace, and was moaning to herself. It boiled his blood and made his balls ache. He wanted to fuck her, make her moan louder.

Amishta asked him something else, voice quiet. Overtaken by lust, he made mating clicks in response. He resisted flipping her over onto her hands and knees. He wanted her. Wanted her hot cunt. She was pressing down onto him harder and harder as she moved, leaving a trail of slick on his cock as she did. He grunted, frustrated. She seemed too small. Could they…? He huffed, concerned but clouded by lust.

***

You rutted on him, grinding against his huge cock. You wondered if it would fit inside of you, pussy clutching at the idea. You had never seen anything like his size. You slide down his hips slightly, finding the head of his shaft with your needy entrance. His hips bucked sharply, and he gasped raggedly.

Somewhat afraid to continue, you stalled by sliding your hands up his body to his lower chest. He watched you with burning eyes, chest heaving. “Will you be gentle?” You asked softly, grinding down onto him. He grunted, hips jerking again. “You wanna… you want…?” You were scared to vocalize your desire. Tenahpu whined at you, clicking urgently. His fingers dug back into your thighs. You thought about him behind you, fucking you on your knees. Would he be gentle? Hard? You moaned slightly. He returned the noise. You bit your lip, feeling him nestled between your legs.

You leaned back, grinding with abandon. Tenahpu grunted loudly. His hands slid up to your hips. Holding you in place, he ground up into you, the tip of his cock entering you momentarily. He grunted and bucked his hips while you groaned at the intrusion. It had felt so good.

He gripped you hard and jerked up into you quickly several times. Each time, the tip of his shaft entered you, stretching you out. You tried to fuck down onto him, but his grip was uncompromising. “Let go,” you commanded, your hands going to his gently. You looked into his eyes. He blinked twice, then released you. His hands fell away to his sides.

Pleased, you reached between your legs and grabbed him firmly. Positioning him against your entrance, you slowly sank down onto him. His size was shocking. Your wetness helped immensely, but he still burned as he went in. He grunted, clicking and growling something to you. Starting to bounce on him, you wondered how much more you could take. He was only about halfway in.

Tenahpu made a strained noise. It made your lower stomach tighten and your pussy clutch. A little crazed, you pushed more of him inside yourself. Wanting to fuck but scared to take all of him, you returned your hands to his torso. You slid them up to his chest, then laid your chest flat against his. You lifted your ass in the air, sliding him all the way out. Then you jerked down onto him. Your positioning kept you from taking too much of him. He grunted, once, then wrapped his powerful arms around you. You started to bounce your ass up and down, fucking him hard. The stretch and burn of his shaft felt incredible inside of you. You moaned his name loudly, feeling close to release.

You looked up at him. His mandibles were slack and he was watching your ass as you fucked. Glassy eyed, you tried to bounce even harder. Suddenly Tenahpu squeezed you slightly harder. His mandibles snapped together as he grunted loudly. His cock twitched inside of you, and hot liquid spurted out of your pussy as his cock pulsed, putting a huge amount of his seed in you. The sensation of him cumming in you drove you over the edge. You slammed down as far as you dared on his shaft, rocking your hips and grunting as you came hard. Your core burned with the heat of his cum, making you momentarily want to keep going. You realized you were quite sore. You pulled off him and relaxed your body on top of him. Laying your head against his chest, you heard his heart beating rapidly.

His chest rumbled softly. He kept the noise up, a gentle soundscape. You closed your eyes sleepily.

***

He felt her go completely limp, and knew she was asleep. Staying totally still, he exhaled gently. His little human had become something else in his eyes. He wondered if this had been buried in his mind all along. But she was such an unlikely mate. His thoughts turned to later in the day. His returning companions would no doubt be overly interested in a live capture. But he didn’t care. He would deal with it. His mandibles clicked nervously.

***

You opened your eyes, finding yourself alone on the bearskin you two slept on. Tenahpu was nowhere in sight. Startled, you sat up, casting your gaze around. Still, he was nowhere. You called for him softly, nervously. 

Some clicks sounded from nearby, soothing you instantly. He appeared out of some shrubbery. He had something in his arms. Approaching rapidly, he held it up.

“Sarii!!” You screamed, terrified.

Sarii’s head whipped around. Barking, her tail wagged wildly. She wriggled out of Tenahpu’s grasp. He let her go. Running up to you, Sarii licked the tears from you face as you lamented and cried. Happily, Sarii bowled you over, and laid down on top of you, tail thumping the ground. You wrapped your arms around her protectively, sobbing.

Tenahpu reached the two of you and sat down casually across from you. He reached for your face. Wiping your eyes, he growled softly. Sarii nuzzled you, nose wet. “Please… please don’t kill her,” you pleaded softly before you broke down again. “We can take her back home. She can live with my mother.” You sobbed violently.

Tenahpu’s eyes went from yours to the dog. He clicked, reaching for Sarii’s head. Lightly stroking it, he huffed softly. Dropping his hand away, he nodded at you meaningfully. Your face scrunched up in confusion.

***

He waited for Amishta to understand. He was taking her from her home planet, but he would give her a piece of it to take along. The dog cocked its head at him; he clicked in a friendly tone at it. Its head tilted further. Amishta sat up, arms still around her animal. She had stopped crying and was watching him warily.

He shrugged lightly at her to show indifference to the dog’s presence. If it made her happy, it was welcome. She eyed him darkly. He clicked softly, encouragingly. She asked something, soft. He offered some more light clicks in response. Finally, she seemed to relax. She extended a shaky arm, pointing at him. “Tenahpu,” her voice was soft. He clicked in understanding. Then she pointed at the dog. “Sarii.”

He looked at the dog, then cleared his throat. Carefully, he enunciated, “Sah… ree.” The corners of her mouth turned up. He liked that.

***

You relaxed. Tenahpu had brought Sarii as some sort of gift. Was it because of last night? Your eyes widened. Last night. You took stock of yourself. You ached slightly. It wasn’t enough to sour the memory. You swallowed hard. Not at all. You looked at Tenahpu shyly. He was busied making breakfast. Was he thinking about it at all?

He huffed softly, taking the food from the fire. Passing it to you carefully, he sat down next to you. Sarii whined, looking from the food to you. Smiling, you tore off some meat for Sarii.

Tenahpu had occupied himself with some sort of cleaning project after breakfast. By noon he had cleared out the small area you now called home. His trophies were laid out in the soft grass. The bone shone bright white in the sun. You started to count the skulls, then stopped, sick. You turned away.

***

It was time. Everything was packed securely, and his ride had just pinged him. They’d be here within the hour. He sighed, pushing down nerves. Looking over at Amishta and Sarii, he clicked his mandibles apprehensively. He couldn’t wait to be back home with his clan.

***

A boom sounded in the sky high above you. You recognized the sound. Another thunder bird? You looked up, searching. Last time, it had foretold Tenahpu’s coming. Were more of his kind arriving? Finally you saw it, red and orange clouds parted to show a strange dark object. It became larger and larger until you realized its true size; it was about the size of the meadow your band was camped in. Your eyes widened in fear. There were more coming. More death was coming. You flicked your eyes to Tenahpu; he was looking down poking at his wrist brace. It beeped several times. He looked up at you. Grabbing the pack he’d made, he gestured for you to come. You didn’t know why, but you picked up Sarii protectively. Something was about to happen.

[vixenpen]

Oooooooh I got a steamy request queen! How about we have Shoto (Hawks, Baku, or Kiri; whoever YOU think should do it) as a well-known maaseur that immediately took interest in us black!readers when we come in his shop and we get a body massage from him. However, his hands are GODLY and he hits all the tender spots and we have to keep ourselves from moaning cuz it feels so good and we don’t want him to be weirded out but he lowkey is getting just as turned on and even touches up our nether bits (like our ass) which escalates to us fucking in the room???? 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Love ya lots queen and keep up writing, your work is amazing!!! 🤎🤎

Working out the kinks (Bakugo x Black! Reader)

(I haven’t finished this yet. So please ignore it 😂 I meant to save it to my drafts and accidentally posted it so I’m working on it bit by bit)

“Just get undressed to the point you’re comfortable with and I’ll be back in a few.”

“Sure. You nodded.”

And with that Katsuki left you in the dim, candlelit room to undress.

Once Katsuki had stepped out of the room, he allowed his mind to run wild. Damn you were fine. All melanated curves, smooth skin, and bright eyes.

While you did your thing in the back, the man headed for the bathroom to stroke himself off to the thought of those beautiful brown curves under his touch.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did she have to come in today? No fuckin’ way I’m gonna be able to concentrate.

He thought as he spilled his seed into a tissue and threw it away. Hopefully busting that nut would be enough to keep him from popping another hard on in the room.

Minutes later it Seemed like you had gotten completely naked from the way the white sheet was hugging your beautiful brown body.

Shit, she’s sexy as fuck. I gotta calm down and stay professional.

He thought as he rolled the sheet lower on your hips. He was grateful you were facedown with your eyes closed so you couldn’t see him eye humping that fat ass of yours.

“Let me know if the pressure is too deep, yeah?” He mentioned, warming the scented oil between his large palms.

Little did he know his gruff, deep voice and those words had your pussy clenching.

“Ok.” You hummed too relaxed to speak above a whisper.

Then you felt those big, capable hands pressing out all the tension and strain you’d been feeling for the past few weeks, and had to actively fight back a moan.

Instead a deep sigh rolled out of you as the masseuse kneaded sore and locked muscles.

“You’re really tight here, Ms. Y/n. Carry a lot of tension in this area?”

“Yeah~” you moaned.

The sweet sound of it made Katsuki’s dick jump.

“Would you be ok if I went a little deeper with it?” He asked in what was almost a purr. “If not that’s ok.”

“No you can go deeper,” you replied, “I like deep pressure.”

I bet you fuckin’ Do.

The man thought as he slid his hands and his gaze lower, imagining that he was massaging your round ass. He put his all into his hand work. Finally, you couldn’t hold back anymore, a long groan escaped your lips.

The man’s hands paused. He felt his dick stand to attention. At the same time, you tensed completely on the table.

“I-I am so sorry.��� You stammered.

A rough laugh met your ears and made you shift. It was such a warm, manly sound.

“Don’t be,” your masseuse replied, “those are the kinds of sounds I like to hear.”

Your breath caught as his big, warm palms moved down to your hips and butt.

“I try to draw those sounds out as much as possible.” He purred. “Moaning and putting you to sleep is the goal.”

Fuck...

You thought. Katsuki laughed.

“I wish.”

“Wh-wait, what? Did I say that out loud.”

The man laughed again. “Sure did.”

“I-I really didn’t mean to. It just...feels so good.”

“Bet it does.” He replied.

“Did you say, I wish?” You replied.

“Hey, you started it.” You heard the smirk in his voice.

“You tilted to look at the massage therapist.” In his plain scrubs you could see his broad chest flexing beneath the thin material. Your eyes ran down his bulging biceps and to the big hands on your hips.

You bit your lip before glancing up at Katsuki.

He licked his own lips back at you.

“You know you’ve got another thirty minutes.”

Your pussy warmed again with want.

“What are you suggesting?” You asked.

He slid the sheet down your hips and grabbed the mounds of your ass in his hands, giving it a massage.

“Let me work on some other kinks, yeah?”

[hizashis-lil-bunbun]

BNHA Valentine’s Day Headcanons!

Happy first day of February! Some of my Discord friends and I were brainstorming how different My Hero characters would celebrate Valentine’s Day. So let’s give ‘em a whirl! All characters are adults or aged up to be 18+ in these scenarios.

Big thanks to @varnienne, @emmappelle, @sweet-darling91, @donica95​, and @katsontherun for letting me bounce ideas off of them. 💖

⚠️MOSTLY FLUFF BUT THERE IS SOME NSFW AHEAD!⚠️

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

SFW

Gotta start with my blonde bby. And the best way I can describe his ideal Valentine’s is BIG and LOUD!

He’s never been one shy away from telling you how he feels, but he’s especially talkative on V-Day. Going on and on about how lucky he is, how much he loves you, etc.

It’s love songs all day, baby! From blasting modern pop songs while he makes breakfast to sweet, old-fashioned tunes that he makes you slow dance with him to in the living room. He’s a true romantic (and a surprisingly good dancer to boot).

And he might even (re: definitely will) serenade you. The man is a musician after all! In fact, don’t be surprised if Hizashi wrote a song just for you.

As far as gifts go, Hizashi goes all out. He’s a hero and a celebrity, with the salaries to match. So you can expect a few big ticket items. Plus, he’s a good listener. If you ever mentioned something you needed/wanted/expressed interest in, chances are it will arrive wrapped up in red and pink paper on the day.

“Hey little listener! Remember how ya said you might wanna try painting? No? Well I turned the spare room into a studio for ya anyways! Maybe you can make me something to hang up at the station, yeah?”

But just because his gifts are expensive and flashy, that doesn’t mean he devalues your own. Hizashi will blubber and gush over anything you give him, from lavish luxuries to a something as simple as a homemade card. Loudly I might add. Make sure to have earplugs handy.

Unfortunately, one of the drawbacks of having a radio star as your partner is that he’ll most likely have to work on Valentine’s Day. It’s even worse if he had teach that day as well. So don’t count on any fancy dinners until after the 14th.

But if you tune into his station on the day (and you will), there will be at least three or four songs dedicated to “his favorite little listener.”

NSFW

Even if he can’t be with you on the actual night, he’s definitely going to make up for lost time. Mood music, candlelight, the whole nine yards. He wants to romance you. To make you feel as good as you make him feel everyday.

Oral and overstimulation are the name of the game, and Hizashi is a giver through and through. He’s happy as a clam once he’s got his face buried between your legs, making you cum for the umpteenth time that night. Seriously, does he ever come up for air?

Praise is also a big thing for him. It flows from his mouth like the sweetest wine. And with his quirk, every whispered word and groan against your body feels just as intoxicating. Good vibrations indeed.

He also loves it when you’re vocal. No love song can compete with the way you cry and moan under his touch. He’ll make you sing for him all night long and into the morning hours.

“Damn, baby. I love you so damn much. Love the way you look cumming on my tongue. Think you can do it again?”

Eijiro Kirishima

SFW

Okay. This boy adores Valentine’s Day! Like it’s his favorite holiday.

And how can he not? Everything in the stores is red! He can stock up on red merchandise for the rest of the year in the span of a week. And believe me, he does.

This means his partner should expect a lot of the cliché gifts on the big day: teddy bears, heart-shaped boxes, and red roses to name a few. Oh, and he’s definitely got a stockpile of cheesy, punny Valentine cards centered around his and his friend’s hero personas.

His favorite is the one that says “I think you’re a Red Riot! Be my Valentine?” But maybe that’s partially because it came from you.

Kirishima doesn’t just shower you with crimson trinkets; he buys treats for everyone! Especially his closest friends. To him, Valentine’s is all about showing the people he loves most just how much he cares. And it’s honestly adorable to see him practically bouncing off the walls in excitement when he finds a little red treasure for this year’s celebration.

“Babe! Look at that red shark plushie. It looks just like me! So manly!”

*proceeds to buy seven of them: one for him, one for you, and one for everyone in the Bakusquad + Tetsutetsu*

But at the end of the day, once all the chocolates and stuffed animals have been given away, he’ll make sure you know there’s no one he loves more than you. He spends the final hours alone with you, eating a home cooked meal and cuddling on the couch. Times like these are his favorite, just being to hold you close and appreciate your presence in his life.

Fair warning though. You’ll probably end up watching some some cheesy romcom, cuz he loves those too.

NSFW

Of course, the red theme continues in the bedroom: red rose petals, red sheets, even a set of red lingerie he bought just for the occasion. Which he proceeds to rip apart minutes after you’ve gotten them on. Hope they weren’t too expensive.

Kirishima tries to be gentle with you, he really does. Savoring your pleasure and letting your orgasms crest and fall naturally. He wants to see you cooing and boneless by the end of the night.

But sometimes he underestimates his own strength and gets a little rougher than expected. Maybe he gives too sharp of a love bite, or squeezes your hips a little too hard. But it’s all done out of passionate love, so you don’t mind too much.

You might actually prefer it if he gets a little rougher.

However, if you wanna get kinky, there is one thing Kiri’s always down for: pulling you over his knee for a good, old-fashioned spanking. His quirk is perfect for it, hardening the palm of his hand just before it smacks down on the soft flesh. It’s like he has a set of built-in paddles. Trust me, if you let him get into a good rhythm, by the end of the night your ass will match the Valentine’s decor perfectly.

“Not pushing you too hard am I, beautiful? I know I can be unbreakable sometimes, but I never want to break you. I love you too much to do that.”

Mirio Togata

SFW

TBH, before he met you, Mirio was a bit of a player (which is kinda canon). Like “has a different date every year” player.

And can you blame him? He’s a total heartbreaker with that (le)million dollar smile and those baby blue eyes. He got so much Valentine’s chocolate from girls in high school, it was sickening! But with you, things are different.

For starters, he’s not so big on material gifts. Giving or receiving.

“How could I want anything more when I’ve got my sunshine right here?”

No, this sweet himbo is all about making memories with his partner! Sharing experiences and spending as much quality time together as possible.

So he plans everything days, sometimes weeks, in advance. Budgeting his time and money to squeeze as much love into a single day as humanly possible.

The moment you wake up on February 14th, he hits the ground running. Quite literally! He’s practically doing laps around your bedroom in his excitement to get the day started.

Valentine’s Day with Mirio turns out to be a marathon of couple activities. Bike riding to a local café for breakfast. Sight-seeing in Tokyo followed by ice cream in the afternoon. He even manages to sniff out a carnival for you to go to in the evening, letting you run amok on the rides and games. And yes, he definitely spends too much money trying to win you one of those giant stuffed animals.

By the end of the day, you’re thoroughly spent and just want to snuggle up next to him. And maybe have a late night snack of chocolate. Mirio is more than happy to indulge you, even offering to carry you home. Anything to be close to his precious sunshine.

NSFW

Despite your sleepiness and aching feet, Mirio insists he has one last surprise to give you. So he asks you to lay face-down on the bed and wait for him. Naked of course.

Once he finds what he’s looking for, he straddles your tailbone with his thighs and squirts something slippery onto your back. You yelp at the cold sensation and that earns a laugh from Mirio. He tells you it’s massage oil. One specifically designed to relieve muscle tension.

It’s like he knew you’d be sore after his day of non-stop adventuring. Almost like he planned it... What a smooth criminal.

It makes sense though. Maybe it’s because his quirk requires him to pass through things, but physical touch is his primary love language. Nothing grounds him quite like having you in his arms, worshiping every inch of your body.

He works you over, kneading at the muscles in your back, hips, and legs with steady pressure and prescision. He even rubs your feet, making the earlier pains melt away into bliss.

You’re almost too sleepy and relaxed to realize one of his hands is creeping up your body until it’s too late. Next thing you know, he’s curling his fingers into you, amplifying the pleasure of the massage in a new way. Like I said, Mirio’s a smooth criminal when he wants to be.

“Feeling good, sunshine? Yeah, I’ll bet you are. You always look so cute like this... just makes me want to kiss you all over. Maybe I will! But I think you’re still a little tense right... here.”

[amerrierworld]

Took What You Gave

Carol (2015) one shot 

For anon :)

Summary: Therese doesn’t have to sleep over there.

or: my take on that lovely ‘choking’ scene we get after Waterloo. To the one who requested this; I’m not sure if you intended for me to interpret it this way, but I had fun with it so I hope you enjoy.

Characters: Carol x Therese

Word Count: 1,156

Warnings: It’s just smuuuuttttt. Choking kink; top!therese

Carol’s embrace was warm, caring, and heavenly, as always. Therese could feel the tension leave her body as the blonde hugged her close, a hand stroking her hair and her soft mouth pressing light kisses to her face. 

Persuaded by the flash of desire that shot through Therese, she pressed her body against Carol’s, wanting to feel every inch of her. Kissing her mouth eagerly, something in Therese jolted as a finely manicured hand came to rest gently on her neck and cup her jawline.

Something must’ve happened for Carol too; if the way her breath hitched was anything to go by. Therese pulled away and looked into those blown up grey eyes. The red nails dug slightly into her fair skin, and then let go as Carol pressed a kiss against the apple of Therese’s cheek.

Carol reached down to undo the buckle of her belt, and Therese watched as her fair hands trembled while she attempted to undress. Fear still lingered in the back of their minds from the discovery of that morning, and Therese could see that Carol was no longer the bold, brash lover she had the night before. There was hesitation in her touches, like she was unsure if Therese truly wanted her. 

Therese then grasped Carol’s face and gently lifted her up to look at her. Grey eyes swam with tears in the soft lights of their room and Therese felt as if she were struck by lightning by the sudden need to wrap the older blonde up in her arms and never let her go.

She pushed Carol down to switch positions and lay on her back, and then proceeded in finishing the job of undressing her, pulling off the skirt and undergarments. Then the salmon coloured top she wore came off agonizingly slow, as Therese found it hard to pop all the buttons while her lips sucked and kissed along Carol’s elegant neck.

Soft whimpers and moans escaped the blonde, her hands raking through Therese’s hair. Her body adjusted to her arousal much quicker than Therese usually did and soon she was squirming her hips against the bed for the need of more friction. 

Clumsy fingers found short curls between Carol’s legs and stroked, lightly. Muscles tensed in Carol’s neck and shoulders at the feeling, her knees widening automatically. The night before Therese had been at the mercy of Carol’s skilled expertise over and over again. Now she was determined to return the favour.

“Therese, angel,” Carol breathed out. She grasped Therese by the back of the neck and pulled her mouth against her, feverishly, as if she’d disappear in a puff of smoke if she didn’t.

And when Therese slipped an exploring finger inside, Carol’s back arched, and a slim hand came to rest on her throat. 

Carol looked up at Therese, eyes wide with lust. They hung, suspended for just a second in the moment between the two of them. Therese worked her thumb to press against Carol’s clit, and tightened her grip a little more. 

Carol trembled.

Therese went to pull away, afraid she’d overstepped a line, but Carol’s hand flew up to keep her hand where it was, making direct eye contact.

“It’s okay,” she breathed. “Please, angel don’t stop. Don’t ever.”

Therese nodded silently at the response, watching the blonde intently and learning how to react to Carol’s body. Her thumb stroked over Carol’s throat lovingly before resuming the slight pressure she had earlier. 

Carol could feel her body succumbing to the feeling of her darling Therese holding her so closely, while another finger joined inside her and her thumb  worked soft circles around her clit. 

She gripped the wrist of the hand that choked her gently but didn’t move it further or away; she needed something to hold onto.

Her hips kept rocking consistently; her angel was edging her closer and closer with every curl of those fingers.

When she felt herself teetering on the edge, she made a point by grasping her lover’s wrist more firmly and pulling her closer. Therese took the hint and as Carol came, she gripped the blonde’s throat even harder, leaving Carol breathless and entirely at her mercy. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she lost herself in the haze as she came, the incessant grip on her throat making her convulse in pleasure.

When Carol’s orgasm faded, the hand released her swiftly, and the other pulled out of her so that Therese could hold Carol’s face with both and kiss her open mouth. Carol took a deep breath; breathing in Therese and all of her lovely scent, wrapping herself in the feeling of her younger lover. 

It was at this moment that Carol realized Therese was still entirely clothed in her polka dot pyjamas, and she tugged at the collar, pouting slightly at the brunette to indicate her distaste for the fact that she was still wearing anything.

Therese giggled that familiar, addictive sound and hurriedly got undressed. Carol was still breathing heavily, feeling dazed as the woman’s body became exposed to her again, and she pulled Therese up to straddle her middle, admiring the freckles and dips in her body as Therese looked down at her.

“Was that okay?” she asked softly, her fingertips trailing along Carol’s throat again. Carol, who had barely ever felt so relaxed after an orgasm, smiled up at her. 

“Of course, darling,” she said in response, pulling the hand up to kiss and nibble at the fingers, tasting a hint of herself on the digits. “Thank you.”

Therese blushed, seeing now how much Carol truly needed that release; a fully submissive, helpless release with all of her being offered up to Therese. The thought made her head spin. 

Two hands edged ever closer to the inside of Therese’s thighs and Carol smiled mischievously at her. 

“Let me return the favour,” she breathed, and Therese forgot to speak for a moment. “Tell me what you want, angel.”

A pointer finger brushed through Therese’s darker curls and collected some of her slick arousal collected there. The feeling made Therese dizzy and she could barely breathe out the words,

“Love me.”

Carol stilled for a moment, grey eyes met green, and there was an ache in the blonde’s gaze, making Therese believe she had again overstepped. She was always unsure if what she did or said around Carol would be okay, if she was okay.

But then Carol flipped her onto her back and settled in between her legs, familiar and breathtaking. Therese pulled gently at the blonde’s hair as Carol worked her up and over the brink of orgasm again and again, egged on by Therese’s newfound pleads and begs.

Always, Carol thought as Therese slumped by her side, exhausted and quickly falling asleep. Her arm wrapped around Therese’s middle and her heart ached for the morning to come as she tried to sleep. 

Always, my angel. 

A/N: cuz y’know; carol up and leaves the next morning, breaking all our hearts in the process. but! that doesn’t matter here. nothing but love and affection for our vintage girlfriends. Thanks for reading :3 

[goodnightallwhites]

Dark Times: Cuz Sonia by Zenalite

Chapter 1 - Sonia Life could be strange. Growing up, people taught me that it was better to appear strong than weak, and that strength was the only way to get what you wanted. There were so many cringy scenes in middle-school where this failed to bring results. One time a classmate had asked me if she could copy the answers from my homework; I told her sure, so long as she let me kiss her. She rolled her eyes and walked her sweet young ass away while my male buddies laughed and congratulated me. When the weakest guy in our class gave her his homework, we called him out and mocked him, but our cutie responded by giving him a quick peck on the cheek when it was over. I remember burning with rage at the thought that some spineless little shit felt her lips while I, who was daring as I was told I should be, was left a kissless virgin. It never occurred to me to use the same strategy. That I later met Lara in high school and watched her slowly succumb to wanting to black cock addiction to the point that I held her as a party as they stole her virginity before my eyes was pure chance. These things were accepted because I loved Laura and was afraid to lose her, not because of some grand plan. When Yennefer approached me and told me she wanted Lara to share me so I could be her boyfriend too, the entire thing blew my mind. Somehow, I, the loyal cuck that put up with everything, was the last boyfriend standing while the others got kicked to the curb. Through my selfless devotion to Lara, I not only solidified her love for me, but won the affection of the most popular ice queen in school. Even though none of them fucked me or would fuck me, there were butterflies of good feeling flying all around me. Scratch that, it felt amazing. Any fucking loser could go out and buy pussy with a few bucks, and there were plenty of dumb guys born with big cocks that could get a girl wet and willing for half an hour while they fucked only to face her cool disdain afterwards. I was loved. I was wanted. Of course, it did feel bad to think that I might not fuck any of them, but it was an okay sacrifice. It certainly helped that they wanted to fuck black guys and only black guys. On one hand, I wasn’t and could never be black, so there was no need to feel like I failed in any way. On the other hand, these girls were objectifying these poor black studs to such an extent that they spoke of them more like toys than people. It was all a little racist, but… There’s no way I’m going to call Lara or Yenn racists to their face. As I said before, Yennefer told me that she wanted me, and that Lara needed to accept that a great cuck like me needed to be shared, at least with the top bitch if not the entire school. It would’ve been nice if Yenn went and delivered this message herself; instead, she was sending me out there to get devoured if things went wrong. Lara opened the door for me dressed only in a pair of ripped denim shorts and a crop top. The frayed bits from the jeans brushed tantalizingly against her smooth and tan legs as she moved idly and the perfect outline of her breasts showing through the thin fabric of the top. A sexy smile played over her lips as the brown eyes settled on me. “Mr. Boyfriend, I presume? Where are my flowers?” “In my pants.” Lara burst with laughter, not expecting the wild card response. “That’s rich.” Then, her features softened and lost all tension. With a low whisper, she grabbed my hand with welcome gentleness and said, “Come inside, baby, I missed you.” She went barefoot over the polished floor of her living room, the muscles working along her long and tone legs as she dragged me along, those perky and soft breasts swaying enticingly under the crop top. Unlike Yennefer’s strong scent of lilac and gooseberries, Lara’s was understated, fresh and a little metallic. We headed into her room and she locked the door. “My parents might be home soon.” Some soft rap music played from her laptop resting in bed. I took note of the printer at the lying in the middle of the floor and the new images that were going up on her wall. All of them were pics of black guys or white girls, at times together, most of them captioned in the most overt way possible. One showed a blonde girl wearing a Swedish flag tee and surrounded by bare-chested dark-skinned guys: EUROPE IS IS GETTING BLACKED. Another was just a close-up of a girl’s sweaty abs: WORK HARD FOR BBC. Lara drank in my reaction. Her blood rushed just from looking at them, and her hands went absentmindedly over her nipples as they started nudging through. “Well? Do you like them?” “I do…” I made myself say, though it was strange. The political ones were especially strong. “Though maybe they’re a little” - her eyebrows began to rise suspiciously as the words left my mouth - “direct?” Lara watched me closely, then leaned in and let her hot breath fill my ear. “I am very direct. Mostly.” A giggle came out of her, then she grabbed the laptop and flashed a picture on screen, showing a white girl holding hands with a skinny white guy as she kissed a really buff black bull that must have been in his forties. Under it, Lara had written: BREEDING READY. “How about this one? Good enough?” She found it hard to take her eyes off of the image. “Uh. It’s nice.” “Oh, fuck off! Be honest with me! I’ll tell you what…” Her finger came up to her lower lip and moved across it. “If you give me a better one, I’ll give you a reward.” A reward? Well… “How about HER HAPPINESS COMES FIRST?” Lara thought about it then bobbed her head happily and giggled. “That’s great. I love that.” Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she made the edit, then our creation slithered out of the printer and across the floor like eldritch baby. My beautiful girlfriend grabbed it and pinned it to the wall next to the others. “There we go! Now, about your reward…” Lara turned around and came towards me slowly, swaying her hips in a sensual way while her fingers circled caresses around her toned tummy. Close enough that her breasts almost pushed into me, though she made a point not to engage in any physical contact. “Do you think I’m breeding ready?” As my eyes went over her wide hips and jiggling breasts: “Definitely.” “I could get pregnant even today. Can you imagine? I’d make a baby for us. A strong black baby, of course, the only type that’s worth having. Would you like that? Would you like to know your girl is carrying a superior man’s child?” She took my hand and placed it over the hot flesh of her stomach, letting me feel the silky skin and the hard abs flexing under it. “Can you imagine cuddling me to sleep as a black baby is growing inside of me, sweetheart?” She brought her braid around and stroked it suggestively as I melted under her unbearably hot gaze. Suddenly, Lara stepped back and grinned, as I was left trembling with arousal from her words. “Got you.” It was funny to her, but scary to me. In a matter of seconds she managed to take me to an entirely different place. Surely I wouldn’t have wanted another guy to really make her pregnant. But all it took to make me feel like that's what I wanted most in the world were a couple of well-placed words. “I--” Her phone rang before I could speak. Lara spoke to her mother quickly and politely, then hang up and cursed. “Fuck. Honey, you need to go. My mom’s coming. We’ll talk later.” And just like that, with questions in my head and an unbearable erection, she threw me out of her apartment, even before I could deliver Yenn’s message. She can’t say I didn’t try.   It’s time to unwind, I thought. But as soon as I got home, Mom came and told me in a hush-hush manner that my cousin came over and that she was resting in my room. “Be nice to her, she’s having a rough patch.” My cousin Sonia and I weren’t very close. We had been once upon a time, eons ago, but then she moved away with the rest of her family. I still remembered the clumsy way we parted ways when she left home, with her refusing to come out of the car to say goodbye. I only saw the back of her ginger head through the window. Of course, we talked since then, but it always felt like talking to a stranger… So, why did she come here today? The door to my room opened soundlessly, and Sonia was just there… sleeping on the bed. The way her hip rose in the air was as a mountain, the light jeans stretched to their utmost as she bent towards my view. Despite the larger-than-life rounded fat ass in front of me, her waist was small, and her lower half bent almost entirely out of view so that it was all one could see from the door. I gulped. “Sonia?” She exhaled softly. “Cuz? Is that you?” “It is.” Her head came around, just enough that one of her bright aqua eyes connected with me and realized her huge butt was lewdly directed right at my face. Blushing, she sat up and awkwardly played it off by toying with her fingers. “Sorry about that…” But now I could see her chest and the extreme way the ribs of her green sweater stretched across it. God, how big had she gotten since I last saw her? Even with as thicc as she was, those cowtits were massive... “Sorry to pop in like this.” “No worries, I’m happy to see you.” Sonia seemed weirded out by that. “You are? But we barely talk… Listen, I wanted to ask you something: Do you think I’m a good person?” “S-Sure,” I quickly voiced. “Why wouldn’t you be?” “You know I’ve been dating this guy for a while now… and I think I screwed it all up. He had this friend he said was platonic, his best friend, but I made him break off all contact with her. Then it turned out he was talking with her after all, and so I followed them.” “You followed them?” “To prove that he was lying! But I didn’t get the reaction I wanted… He was just… He cried, Cuz. He said I made him break the heart of his best friend. And she called me a bitch. And so…” And so she came to me to make her feel better about her shitty behavior. Six years we didn’t speak, and now this?... I did my part. I weaved her a version about how he should have been honest from the start or explained his position better, and how I always knew she was good and honest. It was enough to make tears well in her eyes and get her to smile. “Oh, Cuz, you’re so nice to me… You always knew how to make me feel better. I missed that. A lot.” As she spoke, I couldn’t help but wonder how big those jugs on her chest were. They were at least three times bigger than Lara’s - simply gigantic. And none of it was there when I saw her just a few summers ago. The words BREEDING READY from before came to mind, and all I could imagine was a black baby suckling from each one of those milkers. “Hey… You aren’t staring at my boobs, are you? Hehe!~ Don’t worry, everyone does it. Even old grannies.” Her hands came around them as if they were her babies. “You need strong hands just to lift them up.” “Black hands.” My reply wasn’t even conscious. I just spoke. “Huh? Come again?” I couldn’t believe what came out of my mouth. “Nothing, nothing! I was muttering to myself.” But seriously, it was undeniable that she would have looked perfect getting blacked. All those soft white folds enveloping a big black cock, that ginger hair getting pulled on by strong dark hands… “Was your boyfriend white?” Sonia thought about that. “I mean, yeah. Why do you ask?” I shrugged. “A lot of girls in my school date black guys.” “Really? Oh, wow. I could never do that!” The way she said it sounded so amazed and confident that there wasn’t a doubt in my mind she meant it: the idea of dating a black guy hadn’t even occurred to her. “I don’t really think I’d feel comfortable, you know?” “Dating someone that isn’t a pale ginger?” Sonia smirked. “No, you idiot! Dating a person that’s, you know… God, don’t make me say it. I feel bad saying it. But black guys aren’t exactly my type, let’s put it that way.” The almost completely unveiled racism combined with my antipathy towards her coming all this way just to use me made me want to see her punished and blacked. Hard. “Why don’t we go out?” “Hmmm? Go out? Where to?” “Let’s find you a boyfriend.” “Hahaha! You aren’t serious, are you? You’re crazy, Cuz. I don’t even have good clothes.” “You look fucking amazing already. Come on.” Sonia lowered her head shyly, so far down it was almost in her boobs. “You keep complimenting me, I’m gonna die. But okay. Let’s do it!” Before that, I needed to make a call. I left her in the room and headed to the bathroom, then scrolled with shaky fingers for Yennefer’s name. It rang a couple of times, then it said busy. Busy? Seriously… As I stared at the screen at the denied call, I suddenly saw my face reflected back. She was video calling me. Oh god… Her pale and dark-haired form materialized on my screen. She wore a shiny robe and was brushing her hair. “Why, hello darling. You’re a fast little worker bee, aren’t you? I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Has dear sweet Lara seen come to terms with the new way things will work from now on?” “Uhhh… I’m working on it,” I said optimistically. Yenn stared right into the camera so I could feel her icy stare and sighed. “Disappointing, yet predictable. What would you like from me? I hope you aren’t begging for a show, I’m quite dressed and ready for my beauty sleep.” “Uh, no, no, no…” Her eyes narrowed threateningly. “I mean, I would LOVE that, but no… I wanted your help. You see my cousin’s over and I thought I would, uh…” “Initiate her in the Dark Arts?” “Something like that, yeah.” “And she’s come to our church begging for our teachings, or are you seeking the BBC version of a koan to force enlightenment upon her?” “Whatever the second is, probably.” Yenner smiled affably. “You are endearingly stupid, do you know that?” “Yes.” “Now, now.” She raised a finger in warning. “Vanity does not suit a man. Anyway, I suppose I can arrange this for you. I am very generous. Get your delightful cousin, I’ll send you an address soon enough.” “Thank you, Yennefer.” A smirk. She reached so far back with her brush that the robe began to open, showing a glimpse of-- Call ended. Sonia and I snuck out before my mom became aware. I only called her once we were at the bus station, pretending that Sonia insisted I go and that I had no choice. Meanwhile, Yenn sent me an address that appeared to be closeby. Standing there at the bus station by herself, my ginger cousin looked oddly vulnerable. She seemed very conscious of her bovine ass and breasts and the way everyone stared at her over them. A few girls that were trying to show cleavage by squeezing together some breasts that were baby-sized gave her genuinely hateful looks. “I hope that place we’re going to is more friendly…” I was worried Yenn would send us to some seedy club, but it turned out to be some teenage meeting spot, a book store turned cafe after 5 p.m. where people could take books out and read them while drinking. Sonia loved it, and we sat there for a whole two hours while I wondered if I had gotten the place wrong. “This is great, you know!~” She smiled happily as she flipped through another book she found. “Going out was a great idea. Not many boyfriends here though, except maybe the ones in these pages.” There was nothing to do but pay and make our way back home. Yennefer, what the hell? It was as we were chatting and walking up towards the bus stop that three guys got in our way. They looked like proper thugs, with face tats and golden teeth that flashed while they spoke. I said black guys, not fucking criminals, Yenn. “The fuck do we have here?” one of them said, circling around Sonia. “Ginger meat.” Another rubbed his palms together eagerly, then pulled on his crotch. “Looks tasty.” Sonia’s gaping eyes glanced at me as the three walled her in and started groping her, tugging at her tight sweater, palming her huge ass cheek, and running their dark fingers through her ginger hair. The few white guys that passed us by pretended not to see it and kept going like proper cucks. “Leave me alone…” said Sonia breathlessly. “I’ll call the police. Cuz!” I raised the phone to give the impression, at least, until one of them yelled at me to put it down or get my ass beaten down. I was beginning to question whether or not these people had anything to do with Yennefer at all. Could they have just been random guys? A bit suspicious… “Seriously…” Sonia tried again, her voice breaking down. One of the guys reached up and got a feel of her breasts, sinking his fingers into the warm folds of the plump flesh. “Goddamn,” he drawled. “These are some monster tits on you, aren’t they? We should inspect these. Make sure you don’t have breast cancer.” “I don’t!...” It was too late for her to fight back, as they were already pulling her after them. Whatever fight there was in Sonia evaporated pretty quickly when facing three black guys with arms about as thick as her waist. What kind of girl could have fought just one of them, let alone three? “Cuz! Do something!” she yelled. “What’s he gonna do?” one of the guys asked, laughing. That was true, I wasn’t about to do much of anything, except follow along and see where this led. They took her down an alley and then up a set of stairs that led to an apartment. They got her in the living room and locked the door, then threw her on the sofa as they took off their tops. Even my cousin, as strongly as she must have felt against the idea of being taken like this for the first time, took a moment to stare at the rippling musculature of their glistening and tattooed chests. Already, their dicks were so hard that they were outlined down the side of their pants, twitching ready. To my surprise, they didn’t rip her clothes off. In fact, despite all their big talk about how they were going to inspect her and so on, patting her down and feeling her up through her clothes was the most of what they seemed to be doing. Sonia looked away as they explored every curvy of her body, moaning each time they squeezed too hard on her. One of them came and dropped down on the sofa and pulled her in his lap, while the other two flanked Sonia. “Such a pretty ginger slut,” the one to her left said, coiling some of her ginger hair around his dark finger. “Uhm…” Though she appeared distressed, it was clear that the all the touching and attention affected her body on a deep primordial level. Not only were her cheeks a deep red, but her eyes were fluttering and her chest heaved with her heated, breathless inhalations. “Cuz?”...” said a lone whisper, but she wasn’t even looking at me. Only at the strong black bulls surrounding her that were ready to put her in her place. The guys took her pale hands and brought them down to their dicks as they throbbed through their pants, snaking so far down their thighs that even I found myself hypnotized. I watched dumbfounded as Sonia’s expression went from one of excitement, to pure shock as her fingertips explored the length and shape of their powerful shafts. “You like that?” they asked her. “You feel that thing under you?”  The guy she was sitting on started moving his hips and grinding her ass back and forth over his dick, slowly moving her back and forth while she jumped each time his dick hit her crotch. I could only wonder what her parents or boyfriend might have seen if they saw her being slutted up like this. Her mind was being warped in real time, and I could see the enchanted smile that started curling her as she took in the true size and might of those big black cocks. Her palms started moving by themselves over the shafts; at the same time, her own hips started rocking and helping the bull under her. Turned on by her new show of interest, the studs plunged their hands into her doughy breasts, each one kneading a different part, their strong fingers abusing the soft teenage tits of this breeding snowfunny as her white cousin watched helplessly. At some point one must have accidentally pinched one of her nipples, because Sonia threw her head back in pure pleasure and cooed submissively. The guy under her grinned, flashing his golden teeth. “You like that, bitch?” The aqua eyes looked to me for a brief second, as if seeking my approval. “I love it,” she confessed, still blushing wildly with shame, but completely unable to help herself. From the exhilarated way she sought to touch their cocks, it was crystal clear that the drugging effect of BBC lured her in. Her eyes went from one dick to another, gaping and unable to look away. “They’re getting bigger!” Sonia was awestruck. “No shit.” My cousin bit her tongue, then the wet mouth opened instinctively. “Can I see?...” she whispered, as if hoping no one could hear that. “What was that?” asked the guy under her. “N-Nothing,” stammered Sonia. The thugs brofisted each other and laughed it up. “You hear that, bro? She wants to see your dick.” The more I watched these guys, the more I realized there was something off about them. They were just so… stereotypically thuggish. There was an unreality about their behavior that went at odds with the mild manner in which they conducted themselves. The black guy under her yanked her head back by the hair and looked her in the eyes. “Well? Did he hear it right? You want us to get our dicks out and fuck you?” Sonia hesitated for a second. But it was only a second. A clear gulp went down her throat. “Yes.” The thug shook her. “Say it, you dumb white bitch. I want to hear it.” The obscene cowtits trembled on her chest. “I want to see your dick.” “My black dick.” Sonia’s eyes closed and she took a deep breath. “I want to see your black dick. Please,” she added. “Please? Well, ain’t you fuckin’ thoughtful. On your knees.” “Huh?” Before she could follow any order, the thug threw her to the ground and stood up before her, ordering her to kneel. “On your fucking knees, bitch! Now! Don’t you fucking hear me?” Sonia did as told and got down in a position of total submission, presenting herself as her hands were folded in her lap. “Please, sir…” He grabbed her by the ginger locks and came close enough that the outline of his big black cock twitching in his pants was right in her face. “Why don’t you kiss my dick? Show me how much you like it.” This time, there was no lag between his order and her actions. As if she were planning to do it all along, the full lips puckered up and landed right on the shaft, not just once, but many times over, delivering kisses so gentle they could have been meant for a lifelong lover. Even her tongue came out to lick it up and down, not caring it was trapped behind a layer of fabric. The thug laughed grimly, then pressed her face against his dick gleefully. I watched my racist cousin smile happily as she got her nose and mouth rubbed against his black cock. Yenn, you delivered… “Please, sir, just let me see it… Please…” she begged, as obedient as any worshiper now. How she went from a kidnapped victim to a cockcrazed slut in less than fifteen minutes was pure magic. He snorted and pushed her away. “Fuck no. Dumb white bitch. You think I’d waste my energy with you? We’re done here. Come on, get the fuck out of here.” Before Sonia could wipe the shock off her ashen face, he started kicking at her to get out, finally grabbing her by the hair and to shove her out the door like unwelcome trash. I was left behind, and once the door closed, the thug came over to me and spoke casually: “Okay, I think we’re done here,” he said, in a totally different voice. “Are we good?” “Uhm. I’m not sure?...” “Yenn said she needed a bit of a push... so, we got her there, right?” The other two started removing the gold off their teeth and wiping off the face tats. Wow. It had all been a sham? The guy watched me impatiently. “Well?” “Yes, you did great…” “That’s wonderful.” He put his hands together and bowed ever so slightly. “Thanks. So how would you rate my performance, on a scale of one to ten?” “Oh my god,” the other two said, dropping their thuggish voices as well. “Leave the kid alone, man, he’s not here to rate your acting. Performance, he says.” They snorted. “You haven’t gotten a role in two months.” “If this wasn’t a role, then I guess I won’t share the pay, huh? Anyway, you should go now. Tell our friend things went well, I could use the boost.” I came out of the apartment amazed at their and Yenn’s professionalism, and found a dismayed Sonia waiting for me. “Jesus!” She ran over and hugged me, and I could feel the warm breasts pressing into me. “I thought they were going to hurt you.” “Thankfully not.” She took a step aside and pushed her hair back, avoiding eye contact. “What happened in there… You know that was just acting, right? I was just trying to avoid getting raped or worse.” There was no way that was the truth of it. Even if she played it up, she definitely got excited by them… she still was, as could be seen from the glazed eyes and the shivers that kept passing through her. Yenn, you should’ve told them to go the whole way... As we went back home, I could tell her mind was elsewhere. “You said… those girls at your school only date black guys?” she asked me once we were back on the bus, going home. “Most of them.” “Huh.” She pursed her lips thoughtfully. “None of them got hurt?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Hurt? Why would they get hurt? How racist are you, Cuz?” “Not racist! I’m just wary of new things, that’s all. But that’s… that’s good to hear.” For someone that had just been kidnapped and molested by black thugs, at least as far as she was aware, this was a very sudden change of heart in the opposite direction. “Maybe one day I’ll give it a shot.” I felt like toying with her further. “You just have to be careful.” “Careful?” Sonia blinked anxiously. “Of what?” “You know…” I kept my voice low as other passengers crowded around us. “That.” “I don’t know,” whispered Sonia harshly. “Tell me!” “I mean, you saw it even tonight. Black guys have cocks so big that they’re incomparable to tiny white pencil dicks. Most girls can’t take that. Some of them like serving as cocksleeves, sure, but it will still tear you apart and ruin you. These bulls will fuck you so hard that you scream and lose your voice. You won’t even be able to walk or talk after they’re done with you. You’ll just be a shivering hot mess. And the best ones get so many girls that they have no long term interests. All they’ll do is break you, put a black baby inside of you, and then throw you away like a used rag.” I could almost see the whole scene playing out in her head through the small movements of her face. At the end she just looked inwards, licking and biting her lip. I felt proud, pulling the same trick on her that Lara did on me, though I was getting aroused as well.. “Sounds awful,” she whispered, not even there with me anymore. Sonia was in her mind now, getting destroyed by black cock. In the span of a single evening, my “cuz” was turned into yet another BBC slut. I did this, I realized. Pride swelled in my heart.

[storiesnobodyreads]

I’m the Boyfriend

Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader

Ask: would you write one where reader and his new guy friend are becoming suepr close and have inside jokes and stuff and Bucky gets alarmed bc HE is the boyfriend HE should be the one making her happy like that 😘 (fluffy ad pouting puppy Bucky pls) YOUR URL IS SO NOT TRUE BTW CUZ I READ YOUR STUFF AND LOVE IT 

A/N: anon, first things first, thank you so much, you’re amazing, and second, I loved this idea very much so here it is! Hope you like it!

“Hi love!” Max pressed a firm kiss on your cheek as he strolled through the door. “You look great.” 

“Thank you very much,” you beamed, leading him to the kitchen. “So, what do you want this time? Orange juice or orange juice?” Max had always made a point to drink nothing but orange juice before 4 pm, after which he usually switched to beer, or stuck with orange juice.

Max leaned with his elbows on the kitchen island. “I think I’ll go with orange juice.”

You were loyally pouring a cup for Max and for yourself, when Bucky came home. You heard the door open and fall shut, after which the keys were thrown on the desk in the hallway. Bucky strolled into the kitchen, blindly walking toward you to kiss you, but as soon as his eyes fell on Max, did his carefree demeanour falter. “Oh, hi,” he grumbled darkly.  

Max smiled at your boyfriend. “Hey, Bucky.”

Since Bucky had given up on coming over to give a kiss, you settled with offering him something to drink. “Orange juice or orange juice?” you asked, causing Max to snicker.

Bucky didn’t understand the inside joke and glared at you. “Water, please.” He studied you as you jokingly rolled your eyes and got him a glass of water. You looked extremely cute with your hair bundled up in a messy knot bundled up above your head, short black top and comfortable flower-print shorts. Hadn’t Max been here, he would have done something else than drink a stupid glass of water.

“Remember that time,” Max was already laughing, taking a sip of his orange juice and almost choking in it. “When you drank so much water just to make a statement that water was better for you than orange juice, and then when you moved your belly you could just hear the water splash.”

You were laughing so hard that you had difficulty holding the glass of water straight. “That was so weird!” you giggled.

Bucky took the glass from you before you spilled any of it. His gaze was sharp as it flickered from you to Max and back. “Hmm,” he did, carefully taking a sip. “So, Max, why are you here?” 

“I just came by to borrow your lawn mower,” Max explained. “Y/N told me about the automatic machine that you have, from Anthony Stark, and she asked me if I wanted to try and use it. Since it’s from Anthony Stark, it’ll probably work perfectly, but I’m curious to see how it works.”

You were laughing again, though Bucky found it quite a normal, non-funny reply. “Stop calling him Anthony, Max,” you brought out in between your laughs. 

“What, Anthony is a cute name!” Max exclaimed. 

Bucky frowned. “Why are you laughing?”

You waved it off, bending over from laughter. “Just... something that happened,” you excused yourself between high-pitched breaths in the fit of laughter, as Max bend over forward and clapped the table. 

“Right.” Bucky sounded pissed off. “Where is this lawn mower? I’ll grab it for you.” 

You could barely talk, that’s how hard you were laughing. “In the shed in the garden, Buck,” you informed him slowly. “Left side, up.” 

Bucky growled something inaudibly and rapidly fetched the keys off the counter, marching out of the house to get the lawn mower. Max let a deep sigh escape once the Winter Soldier was out of hearing distance. “Every time I see him, I have just forgotten how handsome he is.” 

You shot Max a look. “Calm down there, cowboy, he’s mine.” 

Max rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate it.” 

“Fair enough,” you shrugged, leading Max to the living room, where you sat side by side on the grey sofa. You folded your legs underneath you and then propped your head on your fists, planting your elbows on your knees. “Now tell me everything about your date tonight.”

Max firmly shook his head. “No way. It’s a Grindr thing. I’m not telling you about how cute he is because I don’t want to get my own hopes up. I’ll app you my location, and I do expect you to come rescue me with your Soldier if something goes wrong.”

You nodded slowly. “Alright, Bucky and I will come save you when you use the safe word. What’s the safe word?” 

Max thought about it for a second. “Raspberry bubbles.” 

You almost choked in your sip of orange juice. “Raspberry bubbles?” you asked confused. “What the hell is that? I was thinking more, you know, code red.”

“Isn’t code red for when you’ve lost your virginity or something?” Max pointed out with a laugh. 

“True,” you giggled. “Well, maybe you’ll be using that, too.” 

Max gently punched you against your shoulder. “I’ve lost my virginity!”

“Yeah, to a girl,” you mocked him jokingly. When he shot you a murderous gaze, you raised your hands up in the air to signal your innocence. “Okay, okay, we’ll stick to raspberry bubbles. Send it to me when you feel uncomfortable, or just, you know, whenever you want to be saved.” 

Max cocked up one eyebrow. “Oh, I want to be saved by Bucky any time of the day.” 

Both of you exploded in laughter again, just when Bucky returned from the shed, carrying the heavy lawn mower in his arms, grunting as he stepped through the doorway. The nerves in his arms popped out with tension, showing off his ripped muscles. He growled when you were laughing with Max, again. “Want me to put in your car?” he asked Max curtly. 

Max was gawking at Bucky’s tense body, which was something only you noticed, not Bucky. “Jesus,” you cursed, nudging Max in the ribs with your elbow. “Raspberry bubbles!” 

Max coughed loudly to mask the fact he had basically been drooling over your boyfriend. “Yes, thank you,” he said to Bucky. 

Bucky was once again caught off guard when the two of you started giggling unstoppably, after having used the ridiculous safe word for the first time. He could feel his heart sinking when he saw you so happy with someone else. “Be right back,” he informed you, though he doubted that you were even listening to him. 

“Well, raspberry bubbles has already proven to be successful,” Max joked with a shrug, receiving your deadly stare and smiling through it. “I am serious about this, though. I do want you and Bucky to come rescue me. Like, I refuse to get murdered when I have connections with the Winter Soldier. That’d just be stupid.” 

“Right,” you snorted. “We’ll be there, I promise.” 

Bucky returned, shoulders tense as he studied the vibe between Max and you. “You really shouldn’t leave your car unlocked,” Bucky grunted at Max.

Max aimed his fingerguns at Bucky. “Thank you for the tip. It was just a short visit, so I’ll get going now. Thanks for the land mower.” He finished his orange juice, kissed you on the cheek, waved goodbye to Bucky. You walked him out, wishing him good luck on his date and promising to remember raspberry bubbles. 

As soon as Max was out the door, Bucky grumbled a number of inaudible curses from the forties that made you raise your eyebrows. “Okay, Buck,” you grinned, crossing your arms over your chest. “What’s on your mind?”

Bucky stood still, pointing at the door. “You’re spending too much time with that guy,” he said decisively. “All those... All those inside jokes. I understand like one percent of what you’re talking about. And I don’t mind you having guy-friends but, but this is getting out of hand! I want--” He inhaled sharply, his face making a pouty turtle face. 

“Yes,” you were still smiling, amazed by how awkward Bucky looked, “What do you want?” 

Bucky shrugged uncomfortably. “I... I want to be the one to make you happy like that.” 

“First of all, you do make me happy,” you intoned, reaching out to him, smiling when he grabbed your hand with a stifled sigh. “Are you jealous?” you asked, your brows shooting up. Not once during your entire relationship had you thought Bucky could ever even remotely suspect that you’d be interested in someone else--Bucky was so far out of your league that you could do nothing but admire him and thank all the gods for him. 

Bucky’s face flushed bright red. “I... I’m not... Why would you--No, I’m not...” he stopped and forced himself to take a deep breath. He needed a second, and then bore his blue eyes straight into yours. “Okay, yes, I might be a little jealous.” 

You squeezed his hand. “You do know that Max is gay, right?”

Bucky frowned. “So?” 

“Well,” you returned his frown, “It’s not as if he’s, you know, hitting on me. He’s not interested in me in that way, so you don’t have to worry that something like that’s going to happen. Not that I’d ever do that anyway, but you get it. He’s more interested in you, that way, anyway.” 

“I don’t care that he’s gay, that’s not the point,” Bucky busted out. “But you’re spending so much time with him and it seems like you two are just the best of friends, but...”

“But you want to be my best friend?” 

Bucky’s chest stopped moving as he appeared to be holding his breath, studying your face intensely. He stared at you for so long that you had to look away, feeling goosebumps rise on your arms. Bucky then nodded firmly. “Yes. I want to be your best friend.” 

You smiled cheekily. “You want me to friend-zone you?” Moving closer to him, you could feel his body stir. “Friends don’t kiss friends, you know. Friends don’t do a lot of things that we do.” 

Bucky pouted, placing his hands on your hips to draw you closer to him. “You know very well that I want to do all that, too.” 

“Now I’m really confused as to what you want, Buck,” you said teasingly. 

“Please stop mocking me,” Bucky murmured. His hands were roaming your flowered shorts, remembering how he’d intended to compliment the way you looked before he’d spotted Max. “This outfit looks good on you,” he said, using it as an excuse to grab your ass and lift you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling him underneath you. “But, you also look good without the outfit.” He kissed you hard, tongues fighting for dominance, sending chills down your spine. Bucky made you feel unlike any other man had ever done. 

His sloppy kisses went down your neck, making you tilt your head to give him more access. “Is that something you’d say to your best friend?” you brought out. 

“No,” Bucky growled between kisses, leaving marks on your skin. “I say that to the love of my life. I love you so fucking much, doll.”

His words made you feel warm, electricity spreading through every cell in your body. “I love you too, Bucky.”

And that afternoon, oh boy, he showed you just how much he loved you. 

[bapyess1r]

Head Over Heels

03. Changes

Samira’s POV

1 year ago...

“Samira-”

“Fuck off, Javi!” I barked, slamming the door in his face. I was fuming, struggling to get the leash off of my dog’s collar. Imagine this: you’re going to get coffee before work and take your dog for a walk…. just to find your boyfriend tonguing down another girl in the park.

“Hey, hey now...what’s goin’ on here?!” My roommate Brazil asked loudly, her arms crossed defensively. Her girlfriend (also my best friend), Kelly, appeared behind her with a bat.

“Jesus, babe!” Brazil exclaimed as she scurried between us and looked into the peep hole.

“Javi?!” She shouted.

“Kellz? Tell Samira to come here, right now!” Javi ordered.

“Nigga what?!” Brazil snapped, twisting her face in disgust. “He just… Did he really just fucking say that?!”

“Wait- what happened?!” Kelly voiced.

“I was walking Masego and then I checked my phone, and when I look up from my fucking phone, he’s goddamn kissing some fucking rando at fucking Greenleaf!” I sobbed, hot tears running down my face.

“Shit…” Brazil mouthed.

“Go away, Javi!” I yelled.

“Samira, please! Lemme explain-”

“Explain what, bro?!-” I snapped. I was beyond pissed. I was shaking. Brazil came to my side, rubbing small circles into my back as tears continued to fall.

“OK! Maybe you should go, man. Just for a little bit.” She said, cautioning him.

“I’m calling Honey.” Kelly whispered to her beloved as she put the phone to her ear. She patted my shoulder as she moved into the kitchen off to the side so she could hear better.

“Mira! Why won’t you talk to me?!” I could hear him holler.

“Do you seriously have to ask me that shit?!”

“Baby she was NOTHING!”

“And that’s some bullshit if I ever heard it-” Just then, Kelly appeared, linking her arm in mine.

“He’s on the way with Wonho and Shownu.” She told us quickly.

“Alright, Javi, bounce bro! Jooheon is on the way with the boiiz and I definitely don’t want you to catch that kinda ass whooping cuz we cool man-” Brazil warned.

“You think I give a fuck about two chink ass muh’fuckers-” he snapped, banging on the door. Startled, Kelly raised her bat.

“Bro you’re deadass being DUMB- get the FUCK outta there! They on they way-”

“BRUH ION GIVE A FUCK!” Javi interrupted her. I looked into the peephole and he was turning red in the face; muscles straining and veins popping from his everywhere. His brows sewn to the middle as he paced in front of the door.

“That muh’fucker better give a fuck.” Kelly mumbled.

“Hell yeah. I’m not tryna be on the receiving end of Wonho’s any fucking thing…..except-” I began with a raised eyebrow.

“Girl that’s all of us. Even me. And I like vaginas!” Brazil joked, breaking the tension. We shared a brief laugh before I shook my head slowly into tears.

“I just don’t understand….. What did I do?” I bawled. I was truly at a loss for words. I was speechless. I gave Javi….everything. He was my first love, he took my virginity, he gave me a promise ring and swore in front of a room of people that he’d replace it with an engagement ring. I let myself be unequivocally me with him…. and he played me… for who? After a few moments of me crying my heart out in front of the girls, there was a jumble of voices outside the door.

“Ayo what’s good H-”

“Shut up.” I heard Jooheon’s voice interrupt and a light thump from the sound of a fist colliding with a jaw. There was a knock at the door and when Kelly opened up, standing there alone was Jooheon, cradling his injured fist. I ran to the doorway to look down the hall and see Javi being carried away by both Shownu and Wonho’s massive builds. “Are you ok?” He asked me softly, reaching out for me. Without a word, I ran into his arms and just stayed there for a while, crying. He hushed my tears and stroked my hair, kissing the top of my head.

Two Months Later….

There was a knock on my bedroom door but I didn’t answer. “Mira?” I heard Jooheon’s voice say from the other side. My heart jerked but I was too sad to move. “A bunch of us are going to the noraebang in Korea Town…. Wonho and Shownu are going and Maura’s just come from the airport….and your sister, Lydia is in town… she wants to see you, too…” he said trying his best to make me feel better. I huffed.

“Do I have to?” I groaned.

“Absolutely not, peanut, but we’d love it if you did…. I want you there too.” Jooheon said. I laid there and pondered it. It’s been a while now….. I couldn’t be this way forever. Javi made his choice and I needed to move on… I stood up and opened the door just enough to peek through.

“Will I get to sing La-Di-Da-Di?” I asked quite hopefully. Because who doesn’t like singing Mindless Self Indulgence?

“I’ll even make sure you have backup vocals. And I could beatbox if you'd like.” His eyes softened and he gave me the sweetest smile.

“I suppose I could make myself presentable….” I sighed. And with that I turned around to go grab a jacket and a pair of duck boots.

We parked on the street and he fed the meter before taking off down the street. After walking a block, we stopped at a building with a colorfully lit doorway. “Ladies first.” Jooheon smirked, giving a dramatized bow. I popped him on the back of the head playfully and walked down the illuminated staircase. We greeted the owner and Jooheon led me to the room they rented. When we arrived, I could hear them already singing Livin’ On A Prayer at the top of their lungs.The door opened and there was Wonho and Kelly singing loudly and terribly. Just two stepping and playing the tambourine, everyone around the room clapping and cheering them on. Brazil noticed me enter and the biggest smile appeared on her face as she came to hug me.

“I’m so glad you came….” she told me as she gently squeezed me. Shownu’s gentle but stoic face displayed for once a smile. He opened his long arms to me from the red leather couch.

“Come here, booger.” He said sweetly and I ran to jump into his lap, curled up in his embrace as he rocked me to the rhythm of the music. When I looked over, sitting next to him with her arms crossed and a nervous expression was my sister, Lydia.

“Hey, sis.” She said with a small smile.

“Dia. Hi.” I said in surprise.

“I’m sorry to hear about you and Javi…” she said looking down. “Really I am.”

“I’m not…. he didn’t want me anymore and he wasn’t man enough to say so.” I said in a stale tone as I slid off on Shownu’s lap to sit between them.

“I’m glad to hear you’re ok.” He said patting my head.

“Oh no, I’m on the verge of killing myself but I don’t wanna die yet. I refuse to let him be the reason that I leave this earth. I….refuse…” Tears began to spill past the barrier as my friends’ song came to an end and the others came rushing to me. Kelly sat in my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck tightly, sobbing as I sobbed. But then I began to laugh. “Hey now!” I said looking around at the red and blubbering mugs around me. “Y’all look like shit! And red and….wet faced and…” My eyes ghosted over them all and landed on Jooheon. His eyes were red and swollen and he wiped his tears away with a sleeve. “Like someone kicked your puppy! I’m gonna be fine. I promise.” I reassured everyone except myself. Would I be fine? I didn’t know what to do with myself now. Everywhere I went reminded me of him…

“How about a song to cheer you up?” Wonho asked in his gentle but deep voice. Paired with that sweet smile of his, I couldn’t say no. And with that, we commenced karaoke night.

An hour or so passed and I was beginning to lose my voice from screaming and singing and laughing so much. I was having a great time for the first time in a while. I looked around at my friends faces and they were all drunk and happy. All except my Lydia. It wasn’t like her to not participate in karaoke. At any event. She seemed stuck in a way. Like she was nervous to make a decision. And she stayed buried in her phone, texting. I chewed my bottom lip and walked over to sit by her side. “Hiya sis!” I exclaimed with a flop on the couch. She looked startled and suddenly became flustered.

“Samira! Hi! I was looking for you…” she mumbled. I side eyed her a bit.

“I was...standing right in front of you basically… The room’s not that big.” I stated, awkwardly.

“Oh! So you were…” she trailed off and began fidgeting with her fingers. Something was wrong…

“Are you ok?” I asked her as the fear of something bad sat in my chest.

“Is there any way we can talk outside?” She asked me. I stared at her with empty eyes as I nodded and we both left for the hall without notice. But I’m sure they saw.

When I closed the door, the loud music thumped a muted bass line on the other side. Lydia pushed her long, wavy brown hair behind her ear and cleared her throat, taking a deep breath afterwards. She pulled the sleeves of her long orange cardigan over her hands and crossed her arms, staring at the ground. “What did you wanna talk about?” I asked. She sat back in her hips and held her head high as she looked at me to speak.

“Well… Samira. There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just come out with it…..” she began in a shaky voice. I frowned, knitting my brows together tightly and flaring my nostrils. My heart was beating faced and my fists clenched up as I prepared to hear the news. “I…. I….” Her lips began to tremble and she seemed to cease breathing. “It was me.”

“Huh?” I asked confused.

“It…. it was me… Javi was kissing me at the park. It was me, Samira….” she said hanging her head, tears dripping onto the floor. I wasn’t sad as much as I was angry. I had so much rage boiling inside me that I was shaking; I couldn’t speak properly. I was just a stuttering mess.

“Y-You….” I lifted a shaky finger to point at her, stammering.

“Mira, I’m sorry…. I’m so so sorry-” And like a switch, I almost became someone else. My hand grabbed a fistful of her sewn in hair and threw her to the floor, screaming. I don’t know what happened in the next two minutes. But when I came to, Wonho was holding me by the waist, suspending above the ground; kicking and screaming and yelling. My hands hurt and my eyes burned. My sister was on the floor, disheveled and shaky, crying. Her lip was bleeding and she had a few marks on her face that Shownu was looking at and tending to. Kelly was in front of me trying to grab my attention as Wonho dragged me away, Jooheon standing between us all looking at us in shock.

“Calm down, booger-” Wonho said in a hushed tone, restraining me like a wild animal with rabies.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!!!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“OOOOKAY!!!! Honey! Close out the tab, karaoke is done. Now!” Kelly barked, following Wonho as he carried me out. “And meet me at the crib.”

Author’s Note:

I hope you guys aren’t disappointed yet. There is a part two of this chapter coming soon. Pls keep reading 🥰

[whiskeyworen]

Miriya’s Pad

(Art commissioned from CheruSake) Author’s Note: This was my first attempt at a Guild Wars 2 fic, just as an experiment. I was very satisfied with the outcome, but chronologically it predates ALL the other GW2 stories I’ve put out here. In fact, if you read any of my Danae sister fics, there’s references to THIS one. If it sounds kind of clunky in terms of dialogue and descriptions, I apologize; I was still getting my feet back under me in terms of writing. It’s a bit cliche, and pretty corny, but I felt it was a cute fic. I’m actually really nervous about sharing it here, cuz I don’t know if people will like it at all. In terms of in-game chronology, this would be Pre-Scarlet by only a few months. Lion’s Arch was still the ramshackle version we all miss. That said, please enjoy. ***** "...And our final stop on our tour of Rata Sum is my personal quarters!" Miriya announced brightly, as the magitek cubes that formed the doorway slid in the cardinal directions. The internal barrier field dropped immediately once the cubes had slid into the ceiling, walls and floor. She stepped proudly inside, hands on her hips and smiled. "It's...Wow! Surprisingly spacious!" Kaleb blinked as he stepped inside. The barrier popped back up behind him and the door-cubes shifted shut once more, cutting out the natural noise of the Maguuma Jungle outside. He looked around in amazement at the personal dwelling of his teammate. "From outside it looks so...small." Miriya smirked and crossed her arms. "That's because I had it carved into the side of the mountain and disguised that way." She scuffed her sharp nails on her coat, smugly admiring them. "That and a little bit of fifth dimensional pocket-space manipulation make it nice and big." The home was open-concept in the Asuran style, a cube turned on its corner and hollowed out, easily thirty meters on a side, which gave it an amazingly high ceiling and a strangely deep and terraced floor. Looking up, Kaleb could see a Mystic Stone the size of his entire body hovering just below the top corner of the ceiling, providing a soft, diffuse blue light.  There were hard-light paths starting around the perimeter of the room, leading up to solid stone platforms held in place by mechanisms Kaleb could barely wrap his mind around. Each one had some kind of device or piece of furniture on it, though the purpose of some of them eluded him. To be honest, it looked less like a home and more like yet another Asuran laboratory. Turning his gaze from the ceiling to the floor,  he counted fourteen terrace steps down to what appeared to be a pool of water in the centre of the room, occupying the 'bottom-most' corner of the building's turned cube design.  Around the circumference of the room ran continuous Asura-design windows; high density force fields with a distortion added so those looking in or out can not see precisely what is there.

"It's um... very nice." He finally replied a bit hesitantly, stepping carefully in the room; each terrace was Asura-step scale, not human standard. If he tripped he'd no doubt fall all the way down into that pool of water in the bottom of the room. "So-o... this is where you keep your stuff? Kinda looks like another lab." "Well it IS a lab, silly." Miriya chuckled, crossing the room to a particular section of wall. A portion of the panels making up the wall and floor rotated at her approach, recombining to form a table and sink. Beside that, a cupboard slid into place from where the gaps were left by the panels, as well as a larger cube-shaped artifact half again as large as the diminutive Asura. "But it's also my home. I paid top-gold to get the constructor golem krewes to come out this far from Rata Sum and build it for me. All to my very demanding specifications." Kaleb nodded, exploring the room. He stepped up to one of the hardlight paths and experimentally tested it with an armoured toe. When it didn't give under his weight or the weight of his armour, he shook his head. Fancy Asuran gizmos. This was one of the reasons he was a soldier and not an engineer or inventor. "I see. So, why are we here now?" Miriya washed her hands in the sink, drying them in a device that clicked out of the side of the sink unit, and turned to face him. "We're here to relax and have a drink, and to be refreshed. Naturally." "Uh-huh?..." He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at her, a disbelieving look on his unshaven face. "If that's so then why's the rest of the group not here? Doesn't seem rightly fair to enjoy..luxury...without our friends." She made an exasperated sound, running her fingers back through her slicked back, molten lava-colored dreadlocks. With a flick of a wrist she sent the sink back into the wall, as well as the cupboard, but the larger artifact remained present in the room. Counting off on her little fingers, she explained. "One: Dhangalor is more interested in learning how to make his turrets and flame-thrower more efficient and effective. I wouldn't be surprised if we found him in three days, down in one of the weapons labs.  Hopefully he won't learn how to make mass-conversion generation devices; The idea that he could make a device that spawns grenades for him or unlimited turrets scares me more than your god Grenth." Tick: "Second. The moment we walked into the city, Slane disappearred. I wouldn't know where him or his...ugh.... partner... are even if I put a tracker on him. Which I don't have, incidentally." She stepped over to the large artifact, touching a blue power gem on it. The panels on the artifact slid open to either side, revealling a chilly, frosty interior, from which she drew a large, dark green bottle. "Third. Corvus is Priory. He's all about knowledge and technology. If he's not aiding Dhangalor, he's buried up to his nose -- a feat at that! -- in computer files and parchments and datapads." The little Asuran necromancer spun on her heel, presenting her treasure to the still suspicious human. The bottle looked old, and had a label that bore a very particular seal on it. The label was torn slightly near the base, and very, VERY worn... but there was enough to recognize the maker. ---SCALO- V-NERY. est. ---- "...and finally Fourth: I've been saving this bottle to drink with a human some day, and I feel it's the right time now. I trust you enough to enjoy this bottle and not squander it, nor to act inappropriately with it. I know how rare it is, and I think you know how rare it is." His jaw dropped, as did his arms. "Ascalon Vinery?! Did that come from the ruins of Ascalon??" He laughed nervously, facepalming. "Second most rare wine in all of Tyria, and it's just sitting in her...her...whatever. That cold thing..." "It's called a ReFridgerator. Prototype design." She looked at the device with a bit of concern. "Most of the time it keeps things chilled. Though there was one time I left a panel open and....well.. I had to defrost the place. Like, 'Claw of Jormag' kinda defrost." Still shaking his head, Kaleb smiled, and ran a hand through his close-cropped red-black hair. "Alright. You got my attention. Ascalonian wine, and a relaxing evening with a friend. I can do that, easily." Miriya grinned, and put the bottle on the top of the fridge before walking across the room to a green square on one of the terraces. "Do you mind if I get comfortable? This armor is nice, but compared to my own clothes, I always find it confining and itchy." She stepped on the square and a series of panels slid up around her, covering her to the neckline. She continued talking as she changed, the sound of shifting cloth coming from behind the barriers. "It's such a relief to get off the road too. Sometimes I just want to come home, relax for a while, before my next project." "I understand the sentiment completely." Kaleb nodded, turning his back to her changing; even though she was completely hidden, he was still a gentleman. Even to Asura. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the muscles and bones creak a bit with tension. "Been a while since I've been home too. Or out of this gear." He stretched and shrugged. "Ah well. What can ya do?" The panels around her sliding down, Miriya stepped out of the 'booth' and straightened her tunic. "Well, what I CAN do is offer you the use of one of my guest booths to change. I'm sure I can cobble some basic clothing together from the info-net if you give me a few minutes." "You can do that?" He blinked, raising an eyebrow. Kaleb had no idea what an info-net was, but if he could just take his armour off for a few hours... "What do I need to do?" She pointed at the green square, tapping a nearby toe-button with her toe. The green square turned blue, and resumed flashing. "Just step on the square. I just turned the dimensions to 'human', so it'll cover more of you than it would have a moment ago." Kaleb stepped onto the square and waited for a second. The panels slid up again, this time up to HIS neck. There was just enough space inside for him to flex a bit. "Hey, this is neat, but... uh... can't exactly take my gear off in a space this small." "Don't worry about that. The booth does the dressing and undressing." She replied, a hard-light display open in front of her on the front of the booth. She flicked through diagrams and designs until she found a suitable one. "Ah here we go. Aaaannnndd..... ordered. Seven seconds delivery? What is this, the stone age??" "What?" "Oh, nothing. System seems slow, that's all." She shrugged and moved a new screen up in front of her. "Just one last thing; full body scan for fit accuracy. Otherwise when it goes to remove your gear, it might...uh...remove body parts instead. Not exactly a smart system." "WHAT?!" Kaleb started to fidget, staring around at the panels in horror. "Take it easy! I only have one scar from a mis-scan! I don't want you to lose anything important!" That was enough to get him to freeze solid, staring straight ahead. His adam's apple bobbed in fear as he swallowed heavily. Inside the booth, a panel flipped open on all four walls, revealling a golem-eye. Flat green light played out from these eyes, scanning Kaleb up to his neck, and down to the soles of his boots. There was a quiet 'ding' and the eyes flipped shut. Next, a set of waldo arms rose out of the floor, sliding along a series of control crystals built into the seams of the chamber, and unfolding when they reached certain predefined points. Magitechnical fingers and drivers unfolded from these waldoes, and set about removing his armour, piece by piece, carefully drawing each piece back into the floor. "Miriya.... This is weird..." Kaleb muttered uneasily as his armour appeared to be disintegrating around him. "Am I going to get my stuff back in one piece? This...thing won't like, mash it into a scrap cube or something will it?" "Oh don't be a big baby." She replied, watching the readouts. Everything was going as planned. The monitors indicated a rapidly increasing percentage of armour removal, leaving a rather bare looking Kaleb underneath. A smile quirked her mouth, and without saying a word, she flicked a toggle switch visibly with her right hand, while her left hand hooked under the display and pressed a small red button. For....posterity. Yeah, that's it. For study. She told herself, as a flash blinded Kaleb in the booth from all sides. "What was that?!" He asked worriedly, down to his boxer shorts within the booth. "Hmm? Oh nothing. Sensor glitch." She replied almost distractedly, as she copied the scan file into another section of her database, under heaviest quantum encoding that she could get, and then proceeded to delete the original. "Nothing to worry about. It should be done now. If you reach out in front of you, you'll find some clothes on a little shelf. They were just transported from Rata Sum via micro-gate, so...uh...they might feel a little fuzzy. Residual dimensional static and all that." Kaleb indeed did find the clothing, folded neatly on a small shelf. As he picked it up, the walls of the booth slid back on all sides, extending planes as they did so to keep his privacy intact. Clearly the machine somehow intuited his need for movement space. A moment later and he had slid on the Asuran-designed human-size clothing. "Hmm...very nice material. This isn't wool, is it? I've not felt anything this soft before." "It's Jungle silk. We harvest it from the spiders and wurms. They might be dangerous monsters, but they can be quite useful for natural materials." She smiled, as the walls of the booth finally slid back into the floor. Seeing him fully dressed again, she tipped her head to the side, crossing her arms, and considered him. "Hmmm....Well, they don't look too bad on you. Perhaps I should have gotten the shorts too, so you could replace those human ones you have on." "Huh?" Kaleb was checking out his new duds in a reflection, when he realized what she'd just said. "You didn't see me in my shorts, did you?" "What? Oh no...no no!" Miriya flushed, shaking her head rapidly and holding up her hands in denial. "No no... That's not what I meant! I just meant I should have completed the set! That's all! Really!" His raised eyebrow made her flush even pinker, and she quickly turned away, running up one of the hard-light paths to her cupboard for glasses. Once she was certain he couldn't see her, she let herself exhale heavily. All that work, and she nearly flubbed it up! Returning with the glasses, she called up a table and hovering chairs out of another wall, placing the glasses on the table and pouring them a glass of wine each. "Now that you are... comfortable...Hehe, about that wine I mentioned?" **** "...And that's when I told him, I told him 'How could I have possibly have punched out your son, when he was already unconscious from the booze?'” Kaleb pointed out, and mimed an unconscious man, slumping on his chair and lolling his tongue out of his mouth. Miriya was doubled over laughing, slapping the table top in mock surrender and nearly knocking her wineglass off it. “Oh, by the Alchemy! How in Tyria did you ever get out of that situation?” She asked when she gained enough composure back, tears of laughter still streaming from her large green eyes. She continued to laugh and snicker as she tried to control it. The last two hours after they started to drink had been a blur. The lovely Ascalonian Wine had gone from a full bottle... to the dregs, which were swiftly being drained by a half-toasted Kaleb. He slammed the bottle onto the tabletop, and grinned. “Well you see, this big ol’ Norn, he thinks he’s defending his son’s honor or something, so he’s all puffed up and about to go Bear on me or somethin’... and then he looks over at his son, sees him facedown in his own drool, a shiner on his face that I claim came from the table as he fell... and he just deflates like a balloon. He shakes that big top-knotted head of his and hauls his son up by his backstraps, and just says ‘Yeah. Yeah, I can definitely see that. Boy hasn’t learned to hold his lager yet. Sorry if he bothered you.’ “ “No... No WAY.” Miriya’s jaw dropped. “You got to be kidding me.” Kaleb shook his head, sitting back and looking smug. “Nope. That’s what he said. He actually apologized for his son’s behaviour. Didn’t realize I had slugged that freakin’ twerp for his talk about how wussy--” He slurred it wuzzy “--humans are, and laid that kid out. I’m just glad it turns out he was drinkin’ age. Couldn’t use that bluff if he wasn’t.” “Cog’s gears, Kaleb, you definitely got guts. Standing up to a Norn in his hometown bar like that.” Miriya shook her head, and rubbed her eyes a bit. “I’d have had to call in my minions if that’d happened to me.” “And you woulda been squished for it.” Kaleb replied somberly, staring at her. “The moment they see your eyes and hands do that glow-thing, they would have flattened you with a damned boot. Not many like Necros these days.” “True, true...” Miriya nodded, levity completely gone. She traced the rim of her glass with a dark green-painted nail. “What about you? Do you like Necros?” He pondered for a moment. “Well, I don’t mind them... I don’t mind most anyone. But if they’re undead, I kinda mind them. Orrian and all that crap. But I don’t mind Necros that use Grenth’s gift for good.” She nodded, still circling the glass, an odd expression on her face. “That’s good, that’s good. Um,” She paused, flicking her eyes up to him for a moment to read his face before looking aside. “So....what about me? Do you like me? I mean, uh, I’m a Necromancer, after all.” He nodded, and thought about it for a second. “Well, duh, of course I like you. We’re teammates! I might not know how the Whispers operate, but if the Pact teamed us together, they must see something there, in our dossiers! And we work really well in combat together, as well as in info-gathering. Yeah, I like you. Of course I do, Miriya!” Miriya forced a smile at him, laughing along with him for a moment, before whispering off to the side, almost to herself. “That’s not what I meant...” "I hate to ask, but, do you have anything more like this wine?" Kaleb asked, tipping the dregs into his glass. He made a face, somewhere between concerned and goofy. "I mean, if we're going to keep drinking that is. I'm finally buzzed enough that I feel comfortable without my armour!" She laughed in spite of herself, in spite of the disappointment of his previous answer, but she steeled herself, hopping off her floating seat and heading for the refrigerator unit again. Looking inside she hemmed and hawed, listing things off. "Let's see, we've got that vile concoction that Colacokaia, that Hylek potionmaster forced upon me, we have indigo formula, and Sunny D....AH, here we go." With a triumphant, if a little unbalanced swing, she held the bottle up for his view. "It's... uh... says something about champagne. I forget where I got this from." He took the bottle from her, raising an eyebrow appreciatively as he considered it. "Not bad, but we can't just go chugging a bottle of champagne. That's more of a sipping kind of thing, in a relaxed situation. It's why nobles drink it at their 'parties' or whatever." He made a little, foppish, flippant gesture with his fingers and stuck out his tongue that made her grin. "You mean we should relax more? I thought we were pretty relaxed already!" Miriya laughed, hands on her short hips. "Any more relaxed and I'd probably be asleep!" Kaleb laughed and shook his head, putting the bottle on the table. "Nah, nah. I mean it wouldn't be good for sitting here at this table, trading dirty stories and reliving old fights. It's more...civilized a drink, I guess." The diminutive Asura pondered for a moment, before an idea struck her. "I got it! Come over here." She led him down the terraced interior of her home to the square shaped pool of water occupying the 'bottom' corner of the cube, and with a flourish indicated the gently lapping blue water. "Ta-da!" "What?... it's a pool of water." He replied, nonplussed. He crossed his arms and looked at her, confused. "Is there supposed to be something in it?" "Yes!" Miriya grinned, tugging at his pantleg. "Us!" She caught herself, and released his pantleg, coughing a bit. "I mean, it's not just a pool of water. I configured this corner to be either a hot spring or a cool bath, depending on what I felt like." "Really? You can do that?" He blinked, and considered the square of water. It was roughly his height on all sides, and he couldn't tell how deep it was based on the terracing and false-depth illusion of the shifting waters. "So....what, we should sit in it while we drink the champagne?" "Well, yeah?" Miriya shrugged and smiled, before running around the square to a panel on the edge of one of the stairs. After fiddling around with the controls, she pushed a red blinking square, and, much to her delight, the pool suddenly erupted into gentle bubbles. "Ah ha! There we go. Jaccuzzi." "Ja-whatzee?" "Nothing." She tested the water with a toe, smiling at the temperature, before turning and hopping up a few steps on the terrace. "Just one problem though; Our clothes. Shouldn't get them wet. Those'd get very itchy and kinda ruin my pool to boot." "So...what?" Kaleb knelt down and dipped his fingers into the water. "We'll strip down to our skivvies? This is as warm as that Norn hot spring...you know the one, in Lornar's Pass?" "You mean Wayfarer Foothills. Zelechor Hot Springs." Miriya frowned, shaking her head. "You are always so bad with locations. I'm surprised you get anywhere." "Hey, my hammer takes me wherever I need to go." He smiled, standing up. "Now, is there another booth, or where should I put this stuff?" "Oh! Anywhere!" She grinned, waving a hand at the terraces around them. "Just leave it high enough to not get wet." He nodded, and started shedding clothes, tossing them onto a higher step. Miriya stared for a moment, feeling the blood rush to her face, before she realized she WAS staring, and quickly looked aside. "Uh, I suppose I better...um...get ready too!" It took her almost no time to get rid of her simple tunic top and light pants, leaving her bathing suit-like bodysuit as the only remaining piece of clothing. It was hot pink and white; not her usual colors, and for a moment, she was horrified and embarrassed by the dichotomy between her normal dress and her bodysuit. Please don't let him say anything about the bodysuit. Please don't let him say anything about... "Nice bodysuit you got there. Didn't figure you for the color pink." He smirked, settling into the warmed water. SCRAP! Miriya swore internally, flushing almost as pink as her suit. She immediately leapt into the pool, covering herself to her neck in water while keeping her arms wrapped around herself. "I-I..er... I forgot about the color...You wear a body suit most of your life as an Asura, and you kinda forget about it!" He shrugged, taking the champagne bottle and looking around. "Uh, do you have any wine glasses or champagne glasses down here? The others we left up on your table up there." "Oh! Yeah... Um... Hang on, I'll go get them." She hopped out of the water, moving as fast as her little legs could carry her; the faster she moved, the less he'd see the pink suit. A few moments later, she slid into the water beside him, and placed the glasses on the exposed step behind them. "Here." "Thank you muchly." Kaleb smiled, and poured them each a generous portion of champagne. That done, he handed one of the champagne flutes to her, and saluted her with it. "To good friends, good drinks, and faking it like high society fops!" Miriya giggled, and tipped her glass so it dinged against his lightly, the pure crystal note a pleasant sound. "To one of the best teammates I've ever had, and possibly my best friend in all of Tyria." They both sipped. "Aw, that was sweet, Miriya." Kaleb smiled, scratching the back of his head after he finished his sip. "I knew we were friends, but I didn't know you thought of me as a best friend." "Well, I do, you big lug." She smirked and gave his arm a playful punch. She put her glass behind her, one step up on the shelf, and rubbed an ear in thought. "You never judge me based on my size, even when we first were introduced, never thought of me as weak or cowardly for being a magic user...never turned away when you learned what kind of magic I used, or what it sometimes does to me..." She shivered a bit, wrapping her arms around herself. "Using the Death Shroud is so intoxicating but... There are times I worry that I'll lose myself to it. And that I might end up no better than an Orrian." Miriya rubbed a tear away from her eye with a finger. Damn the alchohol... it was making her resolve fall away. Already she could feel the depression sinking in again. Soon she'd have to retreat to her room and spend the rest of the night getting herself under contro-- Her thoughts were interrupted by Kaleb wrapping an arm around her and drawing her up into his lap into a hug. It wasn't a comradely hug, like he might have done outside in the cities, or a brotherly hug as he'd done to her before in celebration of things. It was just a hug, but it was much more than just a hug, in a way she couldn't define. It took her a moment of stunned shock to respond, but she finally relaxed, wrapping her smaller arms as best she could around him and hiding her face in his chest. After a few moments, Kaleb spoke. "Miriya, don't ever doubt yourself. Don't ever doubt your skills; I know I don't. You mastered a fantastically powerful magic few dare to. I read the story about how you came to the attention of the Whispers: You made those Inquest pay for what they did. I think you might be one of the most powerful people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing." Miriya listened, and smiled sadly, closing her eyes as she realized he was only seeing her skills and abilities, and not her. So close...so very close... she lamented, still fighting the urge to cry. He just doesn't see... "I've never been scared of you or your skills, Miriya. Not even when you used the Death Shroud. Because I know you'd never harm anyone you cared about." He gently stroked her braids and ears with one hand, not letting her draw away with the other. "You're an amazing person, Miriya, and I think that no matter what, you'll accomplish anything you set your mind to." Miriya's eyes snapped open at that compliment. She quickly mulled it over in her head, and slowly withdrew her arms from the embrace. "Miriya?...are you okay?" Kaleb asked, concerned at her silence and her retreat from the hug. She had her head turned down, so he couldn't see the expression on her face at all. "....I can accomplish anything eh?" She whispered, half to him, half to herself, staring at her hands where they braced against his bare chest. To Kaleb's ear, he could hear the quiet wavering in those few words. "There's just one thing I can't seem...to do..." "What would that be?" He asked softly, wondering about his friend. He could see her shaking quietly, as if she were cold, though the water was quite warm. Her small digits reflexively twitched where she had them on his chest. "Is it something I can help with?" She half-laughed, half-sobbed, shoulders rocking with the effort to resist. Would she take the chance? Would it do anything, mean anything? What do I even have to lose? "Yeah....it's...something you could help me with." She whispered in a shaky voice. "What is it? You can tell me." NOW. "This." She replied, and quickly tilted her head up to catch him in a kiss. Her arms flew around his neck, half to support herself, half to keep him from snapping his head back in surprise as her lips found his. Miriya kept her eyes tightly shut to avoid looking him in the face, seeing the shocked, perhaps betrayed expression on his face as she broke through the friend-barrier to get what she wanted. At contact, she felt that electric charge that she always felt directed at him. In other situations, it had been when he'd touched her shoulder, or playfully flicked her ear with a finger. Or when he hauled her up to sit on his shoulder while they travelled. Little moments of contact, each with an electric pulse, at least to her. They were all friendly gestures, so she put off how they felt, guilty for feeling more. This moment though...the electric shock was so many magnitudes greater...but so was the accompanying guilt. I just tricked my best friend...she cried inside as she kissed him. I just tricked him, got him drunk, and now I'm stealing a kiss that wasn't mine to have...he's going to stay so far away now... her thoughts then fell apart into unrequited sorrow. Slowly, Miriya broke the kiss, letting her hands slip from his neck, and settling down into the warm water of the pool. She never looked him in the eyes; she just turned to the side and curled up on herself, arms around her knees, looking away. Looking ashamed. "I-I'm sorry." She whispered, sniffling. "I-I'm sorry I did that...I just... I wanted t-to..." "Hey. Hey Miriya." Kaleb's soft voice made her ear twitch. With her eyes clenched closed, she almost jumped when she felt his finger under her chin, turning her face up to look at him. Her green, almond-shaped eyes opened in terrified surprise, and she stared at him, pleadingly, but so badly scared of what the question might be. "...For how long, Miriya?" He asked. Her eyes searched his for any sign of anger or betrayal...or disgust. It wasn't long ago historically that humans thought they were the center of all things and that all were below them. Nothing like that was in his eyes. Only warmth and concern. "For how long have you been holding yourself back like that?" There was a moment of silence as she processed his question. Her face alternately lit up with happiness, but seemed so ready to break into full on tears at the very same moment. Her mouth almost stretched into a smile, though it was a shaky one, and a tear escaped her eye, sliding down her smooth cheek. She let out a half-chuckle, half-cry, before shaking her head. "....since...almost since the first time we met." "You entered the room, smiled, and introduced yourself...you and that big dumb iron hammer of yours. " She laughed a little, staring up at him. "I didn't know what to think. I was told there'd be a human on the team, but I expected some dour soldier...instead, you walked in and made me laugh." Miriya reached up and gently touched his hand where it cupped her cheek. "You didn't bat an eye at my Necromancy...you joked with me and made me feel welcome when we camped out on missions...I'm not sure, but I think you even snapped me out of the Death Shroud that one time, by...just being there." She turned her head in towards the palm of his hand and gave it a soft kiss. "I never thought I'd be attracted to a non-Asura. Never even entered my mind...till you. Once I realized that, I had to get your attention some how. Even if for a moment." A sigh escaped her. "When I learned we had business in Rata Sum, I contrived a way for us to be alone. I introduced Dhangalor to a weaponsmith friend, and I lent Corvus my card to the datablocks in the archives." "And Slane?" Kaleb asked. "Didn't have to do a thing. He just disappeared." She chuckled ruefully. "For all I know he's in this room and cloaked, watching my humiliation." The Asura turned her head to look him in the face. "I tricked you, to get you to come here. To get you alone... to get you drunk..." Another tear fell. "I-I'll understand if you want to leave, or if you never want to talk to me again...I just, I just..." Miriya was interrupted once again by Kaleb. This time however, he cut her off by giving her mouth something else to do. Eyes wide in surprise, it took her a moment to realize he was kissing her this time, and when that registered, she all but melted into his arms. "My poor Miriya..." Kaleb sighed after the kiss was broken. He stroked her cheek, rubbing a tear away. "I didn't see the signs...didn't know how you felt. I honestly thought you thought I was a... what's the term?" "...Bookah?" She chuckled feebly. He smiled. "A Bookah. That's it. I know, and I knew, that I could never match you mentally in damned near anything. But I didn't see all the times, all the little things you said and did...till now." "....and now?" "I'm not going to send you away, or ignore you, for starters." He smirked, raising an eyebrow. "And I'm not going to stop being your best friend either. So you don't need to worry your pretty little head about that." Miriya couldn't repress the giggle, which earned a broad grin from Kaleb. "That being said, I gotta admire your little plan. You did catch me off guard with that kiss...but...honestly it wasn't that bad." Her jaw dropped, and she stared at him as he winked. "It was actually pretty good. I had no idea you were that good a kisser." "I...I-ya...wha..." "You know, I think in the back of my head, I always wondered what it'd be like to kiss you. You had those lovely lips, and that black lipstick..." He grinned. "I never would have thought you'd have had a crush on a simple human." That earned him a smack to the shoulder. "You! I... I ARGH!..." She reached up and grabbed his cheeks so that he was looking her straight in the eyes. "Simple human?! Says the guy who goes and rips the scrappin' ARM off a Destroyer troll and beats it to death with it?! And then has the club at the end of that arm turned into a new hammer head?" She glared at him, teeth grinding, a low growl in her throat, before kissing him again. "You're just damned lucky I think you're cute, big Bookah." She purred, stroking his cheek, feeling the stubble under her nail. "Oh, now we're name-calling?" Kaleb chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Or is that supposed to be my pet name now?" "Mm, no...not a pet name." She frowned a bit, before smirking. "How about a code name for in public? Others might think I'm insulting your intelligence, but you'd know I'm not?" "Works for me...Bookah never really insulted me anyway." He shrugged. "Always made me think 'Book-reader' or something. So coming from an Asura, it doesn't actually sound like an insult." "Good...Then that's what I'll nickname you in public; Big Bookah. MY Big Bookah." She licked her lips playfully, her emerald eyes examining him so close up. "Mm... That does sound good."

[eerythingisshaka]

#Fictober Day 14

“Some people call this wisdom.”

(Erik Stevens x Black!OC)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Ya girl, Smuttina

Yvonne and Erik sat down for an evening of Netflix as the weather grew cold outside.  Yvonne felt particularly more like a homebody during cooler months, so she kept herself snuggled up to her man at any chance she could get.

They watched a movie that had been in Yvonne’s cue for more than a minute.  It was a chick flick movie essentially, which made Erik roll his eyes and sigh every other minute of dialogue.  Yvonne however loved it, tearing up when the characters decided to put their love on the back burner, cursing anybody that stood in their way and sighing romantically as the characters made love for the first time, so sweetly and passionately.

When the credits rolled, Yvonne sat up, crossing her arms in a huff.  Erik barely noticed, thanking God for the conclusion as he picked up the remote to choose something else.  “What’s up with you?  I watched your movie, like you asked.”

“That’s not it, Erik.  Did you see what happened?”  Yvonne asked, irritated.

Erik leaned back, looking at the ceiling.  “The two white folks wanted to open a cake shop but the business went under and they broke up but realized love was more than business and got together for richer or poorer.  Am I close?”

Yvonne blinked a couple times.  “That was actually a pretty good synopsis, but that’s not what I am asking for!  They looked so damn happy right?”

Erik nodded.  “Their acting left a lot to be desired, but there was chemistry, yeah.”

“But….did you see how he spoke to her?  So nice and kind and gentle?”

Erik looked around expectantly.  “Uh huh…”

Yvonne throws her hands up.  “Why aren’t you ever that sweet with me!  You are always so damn nasty, and ignorant with me.  What about softness, romance and shit.  What don’t you treat me like a lady for once!”

Yvonne gets up, picking up discarded snack wrappers heading to the trash.  Erik groans, following her.

“That shit ain’t real on the movies, you know?  They show people in a bubble, with controlled situations to make the plot go smooth.  That ain’t real life, baby!”

Yvonne looks back at him with contempt.  “Oh, sure.  Think being good to your woman is make believe.  Well I’m telling you what I want, so you can either oblige, or step, Erik.  I’m sick of it!”

Yvonne goes to the dishes to start rinsing them off and loading them up.  “And it couldn’t kill you to do some damn chores around here, instead of me picking up after you all the fucking time!”

Erik stands beside her.  “The hell is this all comin from?  Didn’t we just watch some lovey dovey bullshit, and you come off of it like your ass itch or somethin?  Makin demands and shit?  The fuck is wrong with you?”

Yvonne tosses a dish roughly into the dishwasher, closing it up to start.  “Oh well shit, I guess nothing, Erik.  Forget all I fucking said in the meantime.  Aight?”

Yvonne rinses her hands off as Erik encroaches behind her.  “You want me to talk sweet and nice to you?”

Yvonne, unphased, “I’m not repeating myself.”

Erik brings his hand around to her belly, holding her close.  “You want me to tell you that you’re my everything?  That you’re the reason I wake up and hustle to get shit done.  You wanna hear that?”

Yvonne freezes, hearing all that she wants to.  “Yeah...that sounds nice…”

Erik turns her around.  “You wanna know how just seeing you get up and get ready everyday, lookin all cute and shit, makes me wanna take you down on sight?  Cuz you’re so damn sexy, I can’t help but get hard at the mention of your name?”

Yvonne presses her thighs together as she leans back on the sink.  “You’re getting a little dirty again, but it’s still not bad…”

Erik sneers as his hand reaches her waistband.  “Nah, cuz you tellin me one thing, when your body is doing something else.  You don’t like it when I make your pussy throb like it is now?”

Yvonne shakes her head.  “I don’t know what you talkin about.”

Erik takes his hand between her legs, forcing her thighs apart with his knee.  “You know what I’m sayin.  You talkin all this cash shit, but you’re quiet now.  You got that heat on you, I feel it.”

Yvonne grabs his shirt.  “You a damn bastard.  I asked you to treat me-”

Erik, grips her legs up, sitting her on the edge of the sink.  “You a lady now?  You wanna be a lady?  Why your legs open so easily for me then?  I ain’t even gotta try!”

Yvonne was tired of his games.  He switched the subject on her too quick and she couldn’t take it anymore as she reached for his fly.

Erik looked down.  “Is that what a good girl does?  Reach for niggas dick instead of asking first?  You need some training, obviously.”

Yvonne was taking her own shorts down as she tried to keep from falling in the sink.  “Erik, I ain’t worried about that no more.  I want you to fuck me.”

Erik stepped back, scratching his chin.  “Wooow.  Look at little sweet Bo Peep, just giving in to the wolf.  I told you already, I want you to ask me.  I can’t get no sweet talk too?”

Yvonne sat on the sink spread for Erik, touching herself to relieve some of her tension built up.  “Please, I just want you inside of me.  I’ll be good.”  She whined.

Erik undid his pants.  “You remember this next time you ask me for some Disney Princess bullshit.  You ain’t a lady, but you MY lady.  And my lady takes dick like a dirty, fucking champ.  My lady creams for me before I even stick her with it.   My lady begs me for air while that pussy chokes the life out my dick for more.”

Yvonne’s nods as she pulls Erik to her, stroking him to his peak hardness before lining him up to her entrance.  "I understand, baby. Forgive me, but I need this so bad...." She gasps as his tips enters her, putting her hand to his belly.

“Nah, baby girl, chill with that.  Move ya hand, put that pipe in your lap, you don't know how to act.”  Erik scolds her as he presses his hips forward to penetrate her deeper.  Yvonne buckled under the pressure, gripping the back of his neck as he took down her authority stroke by stroke.

“This is the pussy I like to see.  You tryna white my dick out as I speak, but that shit ain’t goin nowhere.  It’s stayin in this pussy.”  Erik growls as he throttles Yvonne’s box in retaliation.

Yvonne tries to speak.  “Ohhh, Erik!  You ain’t gotta do me like this.  Come on, eat me out.  I need a break!”

Erik smacks the side of her ass, ignoring her request.  “Lick you for what?  You better shut up and take this nut.  I’m tired of you tellin me off.  Fucking cum already.”

Yvonne whines, tearing at his hair for stability.  “I….am….cumming...I...can’t...stop….”

Erik grips her legs up on his shoulders to go in deeper.  “You need to quit interrupting your pussy talkin to me, I’m tryna listen.  Play with that shit so I can finish your motor mouth ass up.”

Erik grips her hair at the root as he fucks her more deliberately, giving her the long stroke that she so desperately needed, that romantic shit that could get her pregnant if she wasn’t careful.

Yvonne’s face stretched like a Salvador Dali painting when she seized up in climax as every muscle in her body was exerted by the force.  Erik felt the shock waves on his through her walls, just like he liked it. He pops his dick out of her as her legs fall down, and cums right on her stomach in streams, tapping the last drops off on her belly button.

Erik pulls his pants off to head upstairs and clean up, leaving her splayed and coated in his seed like a blasphemous sacrificial lamb.

“You swear you fucking know what I want Erik.  You ain’t shit for that.”  Yvonne says in between exhales.

“Just look at you.  I know from experience.  Some people call this wisdom.”