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creativedifferencespodcast · 8 months

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Did y’all know the protagonists in Def Jam Vendetta actually have backstories? Can’t blame you if you didn’t, since the games makes no mention of them aside from the fact that your character used to date that universe’s version of Christina Milian.

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graphicpolicy · 2 years

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Sun-Spider, Spinstress and more heroes swing into action in Edge of Spider-Verse #4

Sun-Spider, Spinstress and more heroes swing into action in Edge of Spider-Verse #4 #comics #comicbooks #spiderverse #spiderman

Fans can’t get enough of Edge of Spider-Verse! In just two issues, readers have met breakout new Spider-Heroes like Spider-Rex, the new Spider-UK, and Night-Spider as well as seen what the future holds for fan-favorite heroes like for Araña, Spider-Man Noir, and more. Throughout this saga, fans have also witnessed the rise of a dark new threat to the Spider-Verse, one that will lead directly into…

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#comic books #Comics #dan slott #david hein #edge of spider-verse #jethro morales #jordan blum #josemaria casanovas #luciano vecchio #marvel #michael shelfer #tee franklin #ty templeton

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wosowrites · 11 months

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Little Does He Know (Gio Queiroz x Reader)

warnings: homophobia, abusive behaviour. implied smut and light smut

a/n: based off this request here also I know Gio is dating or dated some blonde guy and for the story hes abusive okayyy. also... FAV FIC omg

prompt: in which gio is too scared to come out so she hooks up with the reader behind her boyfriends back and has been doing this for months.

Four months ago you had woken up in your own bed, like every morning. The only difference was that the sheets had fallen off the bed, and there was a naked girl next to you. She was lying other front, the corner of the sheet over her lower body, exposing her back and sides to you. But it wasn't just a girl. It was Gio. Gio who called herself straight, Gio who had a crush on Michael B. Jordan. Gio who had a boyfriend... and Gio who had just had the best sex of her life with you.

That morning, four months ago, you had woken her up by tracing your fingers over the curve in her back, and then down her sides to the exposed part of her breast. She was perfect. Her hair was fanned out over the pillow and her head was turned away from you. You never wanted to leave her, you just wanted to watch her sleep, and rejoice in the fact that she was yours. But she wasn't. She was also her boyfriends, and that just made you mad.

When she woke up, she flipped over onto her back, leaving her body visible for you. You remember inhaling sharply at that sight and then laying your head on her chest.

The rest was history.

Almost every single night after training, Gio was at your apartment. You hooked up, yes, but you also cooked for her, watched shows with her, and teased her by undressing yourself as she was on the phone with her boyfriend, reassuring him that she was just finishing up helping you move things around in your apartment, or some other excuse for not being home with him. Because that wasn't her home anymore. Your apartment was. You were home.

But she had to leave most nights, and the mornings where you woke up without her in your bed were the mornings where you wanted to find David, Gio's boyfriend, and tell him about all the nights with Gio. Tell him about all the things she said to you, all the looks she gave you and all the sounds she made for you. But instead, you put on your kit and went to training, looking forward to brining her back home. To her real home.

Now, four months later, the same scenario had just happened. Gio had lied to David, telling him that she would be spending the night with all of the Arsenal girls for a team bonding activity. But David didn't care. He would be drunk anyways.

Two months into your hookup, you had told Gio to leave Jacob. And she had told you how badly she wanted too but although she wouldn't admit it, he was borderline abusive. Never violent, but emotionally horrific. So you got even more protective. Driving her to and from practices, picking her up from her apartment with David whenever you could and then brining her back on the nights she didn't stay in bed with you till the sunrise. She didn't leave him but she might as well had.

You always woke up before Gio, but today was different. You basked in the May sunshine coming through your window, and when you turned over to put your body on top of the Brazilian, she wasn't there. You stood up quickly, fear of not having her by your side consuming you although you weren't sure why. You slipped on a pink tee shirt of hers over your naked body, not bothering for underwear before rushing out of the bedroom.

You opened the door swiftly, sending it flying against the wall before rushing through the small hallway leading to the main area. "Giovana!" You exhaled, relieved at the sight of her in your kitchen making coffee. "Hola bébé, qué pasa?" she asked, abandoning the coffee she was making and rushing over to you. She placed her hands on your waist and looked into your eyes as though she would find the answer to your panic in your orbs. "You weren't next to me when I woke up. I don't like that," you said, resting your head on her shoulder.

Gio's hands ran up and down your back, keeping you close to her before travelling to your cheeks so she could move your head to let her look at you. "You scared David came and took me in the middle of the night?" she teased, making you blush and smirk. "Would I be pathetic if I said yes," you said to her, pushing a loose wave away from her eye and tucking it behind her ear. You ran the pad of your thumb over her cheekbone as she answered you. "No, you would be adorable, and beautiful, and I would love you even more," she said. "Then leave him, please, I'll protect you I promise," you begged.

Gio rolled her eyes and pulled away from you, walking back into the kitchen and adding cream to your coffee and milk to hers. "Gio hear me out-" you tried to say. "No. I have heard you out. And I want to leave him but... I'm not scared of him okay I'm just-"

"Scared to admit you're gay? Or bi at least?" You cut her off. Gio looked down, clearly feeling guilty. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

You fiddled with your hands as Gio brought you your coffee. "Its okay. I dont care as long as this... as long as you clotheless in my bed never stops." you told the Brazilian. "Good to me," she said, kissing your forehead. "If you wont leave him, at least come back to bed with me for a couple minutes before leaving for training?" you proposed.

Gio bit her teeth together giving you an apologetic look. "Im sorry pretty girl but my training gear is at David's and..." she started explaining but you kissed her to shut her up.

Her lips tasted like coffee, broken rules and the night before. Everything you loved most. "See you at London Colney?" you said. "Yeah, love you," she answered, kissing your lips again quickly. "Love you," you retorted, watching her leave the apartment with her cup of coffee still in hand.

You changed into your training kit, tied your hair into a slicked back low braid and then headed out after making avocado toast. You had texted Gio asking her if she needed a ride but she answered that she didn't. That meant David was brining her, which meant you would be seeing him today.

David knew you didnt like him, he was unaware of why though. Every time he dropped Gio off, or you picked her up, you stared at him roughly until the Brazilian told you to stop by discreetly placing her hand on your lower back or giving you a stern look.

You stepped out of your car and London Coloney before Gio got there, but she didnt take long to show up. As you were about to walk inside, you saw Davids car pull up. He parked in the spot a couple down from yours and then stepped out.

His stupid bleach blonde curly hair.

His stupid tanned skin.

His stupid brain that really thought Gio still was in love with him.

You watched, eyes ice cold as he walked away from the car towards Gio. He didnt even open the door for her. But she kissed him goodbye anyways. And then David saw you. He tauntingly smiled at lifted his hand up in a greeting. You just narrowed your eyes and scowled at him further. He then whispered something to your girl, the girl that had been in your bed mere minutes before and got back in his car.

You watched him drive off as Gio walked towards you. "Leave him be baby," she whispered once he was out of sight. She placed her hands on your waist but your eyes stared fixed at a point past her shoulder. "Look at me, y/n. I want you. No one else," she said once your eyes connected with hers. "I hate it when you kiss him," you told her. "Then wipe his kiss away with yours," she suggested.

So you did, you kissed her right there in the entrance of London Colney.

That night, Gio did not come over. David was brining her out to dinner. So, you sat in your apartment absolutely fuming. You wanted him as far away from Gio as possible. Not because you wanted her to yourself but mostly because you had no trust in him. You wondered if they still slept together as you watched the show on your TV.

But despite the anger, the jealousy... the emotion you found yourself feeling the most vividly was one of fear. If David was bringing her out tonight, was he trying to make amends? And if he did make those amends... would Gio leave. Would she choose him over you?

Thats how you ended up sitting on your couch crying, the simple thought of loosing Gio driving you insane and bringing you to feel the worst things about yourself.

You felt panic wash over you, your heart and breathing heavy, your head cloudy and your emotions running untamed. You tried to calm yourself down but your eyes were already red and puffy. You opened your phone to see a message from Gio.

Gio: dinners done. told David I was going grocery shopping, I'm coming over.

"Fuck," you groaned. It had been sent five minutes ago which meant she was almost here. You rushed to the washroom and splashed water on your face, trying your best to make it seem as though you hadn't spent the last hour bawling your eyes out. What the hell would you tell her if she asked? "Oh yeah I've just been sobbing over the hypothetical scenario ive created in which David gets his act together and you leave me for him."

Yeah, that wouldn't freak her out at all.

But when the doorbell rang, the swelling in your eyes hadn't gone down and your nose was plugged. She would know.

You gathered yourself as best you could and pulled the hood of Gio's black hoodie up, hoping to cover your face somewhat. However the second the door was open, she knew. "Baby... what is it beautiful?" she asked, coming into the apartment and closing the door behind herself. You lost it completely.

Your whole body shook with the tears you were letting out, finally releasing the weight of keeping your relationship a secret out. You hadn't even known the extent of the pain you were carrying.

Your arms were draped around Gios waist and she held you as close as humanly possible. Your body sunk to the floor, and Gio guided you to the floor, going down with you so that you were cuddled up between her legs on the floor. Once your sobbing calmed down, she pulled your hood down and brushed your hair with her fingers. "Please tell me what's wrong, I hate seeing you like this, you're scaring me." Gio said.

You looked at her with wide eyes, your bottom lip trembling. "You're gonna leave me. The second David brings you flowers... or cooks you a meal you're gonna feel guilty and leave me. Because... because hes easier to be with. He's not a good man but no one asks questions when a girl is with a man. And clearly you dont know what your sexuality is which is okay but you are too nice to keep cheating on him. He brought you to dinner tonight and tomorrow he'll buy you a box of chocolates and then I'm gonna be some... some distant mistake or experiment even though I'm the one who's been putting a smile on your face for months.

Gio looked completely taken aback. Although your hookups had been fun, comforting, familiar and all good, she hadn't realized the mental toll it had to be taking on you. She had never felt so guilty.

"I think you're the love of my life y/n. And I'm gonna breakup with David. Because I never want you to feel this way again. Especially not because of me. I never want to be without you baby, and I mean that. But that means were gonna have a dog because I'm not leaving my baby boy behind," Gio said to you, holding your face close to hers, wanting desperately for you to hear her words.

"Really?" You said, looking up at her with hopeful eyes. "Yes. A million times yes."

If only it had been that simple.

Gio spent the night, make up sex had 100 perfect been on the table. She went to the length of telling David your mother has passed and you needed her. He answered with 'whatever'.

She had brought her training gear so you left together for London Colney that morning. On the way back from training you dropped her off at David's apartment. You couldn't even call it hers anymore, she basically lived with you. You didnt kiss her, instead squeezing her upper thigh as a goodbye, teasingly brushing your fingers over her core before removing your hand. "You're funny," she said as she opened the door. You watched her walk into the apartment complex.

You were lucky you had a sixth sense that made you stay parked in front of the building because after five minutes sat in your car, Gio texted you.

Gio: come back please.

You had never moved so quickly. You didnt even lock your car, choosing instead to jump out of it and run towards the building. You opened the door and thanked the man who had been walking out over and over. You took the elevator up to the sixth floor and then rushed to the 609 apartment.

You banged on the door loudly and when you only heard yelling and barking from the apartment you opened the door yourself. Gio was standing in the living room of a much less nice apartment than yours, facing David who was yelling obscenities. Gios dog was barking at David, standing protectively in front of his mother. "No! You’re fucking some fag and you think i’m just gonna let you leave. She’s fucking brainwashed you and- oh there she is. There’s the pretty little dyke," David said.

He was drunk.

Gios head snapped to look at you, her eyes teary and wide. She grabbed a random bag you assume she packed and her dog and started walking towards you.

You saw David lunge for her but you were quick to stand between them. He grabbed your arm instead of her shit and suddenly Gio was at the door and you were where Gio had been. You started speaking to him, changing your lingo for it to be understood by a man. "Listen dude. She doesn’t want beef she just wants to end it," you started saying. "Nah fuck that. She came in here like nothing was wrong. I saw you two sluts kissing at the training center and then my friend saw you guys again in front of your apparement," he said, talking directly to you and getting closer. But you didn’t back away, you just stared at him. "What do you want me to say buddy? Sorry I can please your girlfriend- mhm… sorry ex-girlfriend more than you can I think that’s more of a you problem than a me problem."

Maybe you shouldn’t have said that because you felt his fist collide with your face.

You spat blood on his floor before giving him the finger. "Leave right fucking now," he growled. "Or I swear you’ll be crying on the floor," he threatened.

You raised your hands in mock submission before turning your back to him and ushering Gio out the door. Your heart was pounding and clearly Gio looked terrified. "He’s never done that before I swear. I’m so sorry baby are you okay?" she asked you once you got the the elevator. She put the dog on the floor and put her finger on your lip, wiping away some blood. "I’m fine pretty girl. Are you?" you asked her as you walked into the lift. "I feel free. And it’s all thanks to you," she said, kissing your cheek and then putting her head on your shoulder. Her right arm was wrapped around your waist and the left was holding the lead. "What’s in the bag?" you asked her, lifting her bag you had taken for her to show it to your girl. "Essentials. Let’s just say i’ve thought about running away from him and leaving to you a couple times before," she said.

That night, you let Gio get settled in for good. She put on a big shirt and small shorts along with her hair in a bun. Although there were hookups every week, it was the first time she had gotten settled at your apparement. But you had every intention of taking off the clothes she had just put on.

"Okay so I ordered sushi and I thought we could watch a movie or something?" Gio suggested once you walked into the room. "Mhm... yeah we could do that," you said, smirking at her. You made your way behind her and wrapped your arms around her waist, rocking back and forth and enjoying the feeling of her body pressed up against yours. "You horny little shit," she laughed as you started gently grinding your hips onto her.

But she wasn't complaining. She flipped herself around so that she could kiss you. You fought for dominance, ending up the winner as your tongue roamed her mouth. Her hands slipped under your shirt and then pulled it off. You had done most of the work for her, having taken off your bra earlier in the evening. Gio gently got down on her knees and pulled down your sweatpants and then your underwear, leaving you completely exposed while she was still clothed.

"Hey unfair, take your clothes off," you pouted. "I like seeing you like this, it makes me feel... in control," she said, looking up at you through the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched at her words and before you knew it she had you sat on the counter, her face between your legs and her hands pushing down on your thighs.

That kind of happiness, pleasure and safety was just something a guy could never offer Gio. But you could, and she was all yours now.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #arsenal fcw #gio queiroz

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starcrossedxwriter · 11 months

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Date Night (MBJ x Famous Black OC)

Warnings: it's just our favs being horny as hell lol NSFW

A/N: Fluff was requested because of what I put y'all through in Part 9 lmaoooo so here you go! Enjoyyyyyyy!

“What do you think?” Charlotte spun around in her third outfit of the night. She did a couple fake model poses as if she were in front of a photographer.

Michael glanced up from his cell phone, a whistle escaping his lips. He was already dressed, a graphic tee, black jeans, jacket and boots. He had been ready for the last 30 minutes. His girlfriend, however, had brought half her closet to his house and between those clothes and the ones she kept there, she still could not decide on an outfit.

“Sexy as fuck… just like the last two outfits. We gotta go soon if we actually want to make the game.”

She turned in the mirror, ignoring his urges to hurry. “None of these are good. I dunno. I think this makes me look a little pudgy. These jeans barely fit anymore. Look at my legs… short and stubby… And my waist is huge.” She gestured down at her body, which had gotten a bit thicker since Michael first met her. But unlike Charlotte, he loved it. Relationship weight, happy weight, looked damn good on her.

“I like it, your body looks great. Just gives me something good to grip when I’m fuckin’ you from the back.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled at him, “You are so vulgar for no reason,” she laughed. “Ugh.” She stepped out of her jeans and threw the sweater onto the bed.

“And you won’t be saying that when I get fat… then you won’t be attracted to me anymore and you’ll be dragging me to the gym with you,” she mumbled as she walked into his massive closet and went to her side. Michael had cleared out a nice section for her to keep clothes there, making it far easier for her to stay as many nights as she wanted without having to pack a new bag. “It’s just our first date at a public event since the premiere. I wanna look nice.”

“That’ll literally never happen. You’re sexy at any size and every outfit you’ve put on since you started getting dressed an hour ago. But if you need help choosing,” he jumped off the bed and jogged to her side, pulling out a black mini dress she had in the closet. “This dress with those thigh high boots, andddd,” he jumped off the bed and jogged to his side of the closet before pulling out a dusty rose colored bomber jacket that matched one of the many colors in his t-shirt. “This. I bought it during filming so it’ll be oversized.”

She raised her eyebrow before stepping into the fourth outfit. Even she could not deny that she looked damn good. The dress accentuated her shape and curves, the boots made her legs look longer, and the jacket pulled the whole look together. It was clearly a men’s jacket, which she knew would turn a head or two, but its oversized nature made her look chic and cozy. And their coordination was just subtle enough that it wouldn’t look like they tried too hard.

“What do you think?”

“You look better in that jacket than I did,” he remarked as she stood in front of the mirror. “Sexy and sleek. Comfy and will look good in photos court side.”

“Look at you. A secret stylist too?? I might have to keep you around, Mr. Jordan,” she mused, her hands working to put on her earrings. with a playful smile as he grabbed her hips and watched her.

“That’s the plan, beautiful. You know what would look good with that dress?”

“Hmm? More of your clothes?”

Michael produced a thin Tiffany blue box, a perfectly tied white ribbon and bow surrounding it.

“What’s this?” Charlotte moaned pitifully, her heart soaring at his thoughtfulness. “It’s not my birthday o-or Christmas or anything.”

He shrugged. “I don’t need a special day to give you a gift. I just saw it and thought you’d like it.”

You couldn’t have wiped the smile off of her face as she opened the delicate box to reveal a rose gold necklace. The diamond pendant set at the center was large and beautiful but the whole piece still had a certain understated quality about it. It was not gaudy and loud but it still drew your eye like moths to flames. She was surprised at how well he knew her style. She was not even a big jewelry wearer on an everyday basis but it fit the simplistic vibe of the jewelry she did own and was subtle enough that she did not need a special occasion to put it on.

“Bakari,” she took a sharp breath. “I-It’s beautiful. Bu-”

He immediately shook his head. He was still trying to get Charlotte to accept him spoiling her without questions. “No buts. You like it?”

“I l-love it. It’s amazing and so timeless. It’s perfect.”

“That’s all I need to hear. Turn around for me.” She turned to face the mirror again, her eyes trained on his hands as he placed it around her neck and fastened it for her.

Her hand immediately went to caress the pendant, studying the most expensive piece of jewelry she had ever had in her possession.

“It’s…” she was at a loss for words as she looked at herself.

Michael pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck before he let her curls fall back into place. “Perfect.”

She turned back to face him, his hand adjusting the piece on her chest.

“Thank you, it’s beautiful.”

His fingers lingered on her skin for a moment, her breath hiking slightly. She leaned in and kissed him, the pair’s lips and hands exploring each other as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bed.

“W-what about the g-game?” She asked in a teasing tone as he tossed her down. “Weren’t you j-just rushing me about being late?”

He smirked at her as he hooked his hands on the fabric on her thong and pulled it to her knees.

“You want me to stop?”

Cocky mother fucker, she thought to herself. He knew exactly what she wanted him to do. Feast on her, love on her, send her to other dimensions. However, she merely gave him a noncommittal shrug that she knew would rile him up, pretending she did not care if their quickie continued or ended.

“Oh really? Aight, ma,” he muttered as he dove between her legs.

Charlotte’s thighs clamped around his head as he slid two fingers into her pussy, which was already dripping with need.

“F-fuck!” She cried out as he curled his fingers into her g-spot, his tongue spelling out his name against her clit. He pulled out every trick he knew, every action he knew turned her into a blubbering weeping mess. And it was not his usual slow build, he hit the gas pedal hard, going 0 to 100 in seconds. “J-just like that… fuck. I l-love it.”

However, Michael was, too, in a teasing sort of mood. The moment he noticed her telltale signs of cumming, he slowed down, stealing her orgasm from her. The first time, she merely groaned, realizing his game fairly quickly. An expletive or two might’ve slipped, her words calling him a few colorful names. But she refused to back down. She knew what he wanted and she was convinced she would not cave.

However, what she did not account for was how much stronger the sensations would feel every time he restarted. Each flick of his tongue and stroke of his finger felt amplified by 10. She bit down on her lip to keep the pleas from falling from the tip of her tongue.

She knew when he finally let her cum, it would be heavenly but the build up was nothing short of torture. Glorious torture… the type she would gladly sign up for again and again but torture nonetheless. However, when he stole her orgasm from her the third time, all that ego and pride flew out the window.

“B-Baby, p-please,” she begged as he brought her to the edge and slowed for the third time. Tears started to spring to her eyes as he detached his lips from her clit.

“You want me to stop?” He asked again as his hands continued fucking her, slow and deliberate, this time knowing exactly what the answer would be. She rocked her hips to meet every thrust, her mind wishing she would will him to speed up, add another finger, or fuck her harder. However, it wasn’t enough. She knew she would have to give in. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“N-No. D-don’t stop… P-please don’t stop,” she begged, a loud sigh of relief escaping her as he devoured her clit once again. And this time, he did not stop.

Her hands gripped the comforter on his bed, the fabric bunching up in her hands as he finally took her all the way to her peak. He was a God carrying her to Mt. Olympus and she wished she could stay in that moment forever.

A gentle tap to her thigh brought her back to Earth and reminded her to release him from the confines of her thighs.

“S-sorry,” she whispered.

He shook his head as he leaned over her lucid body and kissed her. “That’d be my preferred way to die, if you were wondering.”

“Noted.” His hands grabbed her arms and helped pull her up so she could stand.

“You ready?”

Her eyes grew wide and her jaw fell. She assumed the game was a thing of the past. “You still expect me to go to the game after that??” She gestured toward the bed.

“Yes, and there’s more of that when we get back.”

She wiggled her eyebrows. She did not much care about this basketball game but she most certainly liked the sound of that.

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Charlotte stayed close to Michael as he weaved them through the crowded stadium. She had never been to a basketball game in person but she had certainly never expected to go to one like this. Security escorted them through back doors and hallways directly to their seats, they did not even get to see the stadium. She had to keep reminding herself that while the perks of fame were new to her, they wasn’t to her boyfriend.

She appreciated that Michael could tell she was a bit overwhelmed. Their hands stayed interlocked, his body close to hers as security directed them. She did not think his sexiness could increase in her eyes but in this light, it did. He was a true Hollywood star. It radiated off him, seas parted as he walked, she watched as he drew the eye of almost every woman they passed by. And it was effortless for him.

By the time they reached their seats, Charlotte was so taken and turned on by his energy that she did not really care to watch the game at all. She wanted to drag him back to his place and finish what they started before they left.

She tried to resist it, resist the way lust always curled in her belly at his smirks and playful glances her way and his touch. Fuck… his hands. Even the most mundane, chaste of touches sent jolts of pleasure and longing through her body that made her want to rip his clothes off. She was just overwhelmed at times by her lust for him. It seemed to never end and was never satiated. But thankfully, she knew it was not one-sided. He seemed just as smitten and taken by her, just as turned on by the simplest of tasks, looks, and touches.

However, one downside of fame was that she had to, at least, appear as though she was not fucking him with her eyes every five seconds. She knew they’d be on camera throughout the night, which meant a level of decorum was required of them both. However, in this honeymoon stage of their relationship where lust and longing were at their peak, decorum was a feat in and of itself.

“This your first Lakers game, right?”

“My first NBA game at all, any team. Another first for you to collect. I’m excited. Don’t really understand it though…”

“Well good thing you got an expert with you.”

She nodded and pecked him on the lips. “Good thing I do.”

Charlotte’s body leaned into his as they settled into the game, one of his arms on the back of her seat while the other rested across her thighs. His hand gripped the meat of her outer thigh and rubbed the soft exposed skin throughout the game. Every so often, he’d lean over and whisper facts or explain things in her ear, his basketball and Lakers knowledge appeared limitless.

She settled back and watched the game and watched Michael and Kevin Hart who sat next to her. They were both thoroughly invested in the game in a way Charlotte was not but found more entertaining to watch than the game itself. They were hilarious and animated, acting as if they were coaches on the sideline instead of spectators. But she imagined it felt that way to them watching from their seats, up close and personal.

Michael’s tutorials throughout the game did not stick, Charlotte too taken by his voice and the discreet but sensual touches on her thigh to retain any of the information coming out of his mouth. By the time halftime started, she realized she had little to no idea what was even happening in front of her as her mind had floated away thinking about the bliss that awaited her when she and Michael finally got home.

They both started chatting and joking around with Kevin Hart and his date as halftime progressed, their conversation cut short by cheering throughout the crowd. The two couples glanced up to find the Kiss Cam on the Jumbotron. It caught a few unsuspecting couples, each one playing along and offering a very cute but conservative kiss for the cameras.

“Awwww… they’re really cute,” Charlotte whispered to Michael, pointing at one elderly couple.

However, she was shocked to look up again and find the camera suddenly on them, the Jumbotron already having their names across the bottom of the screen.

Michael leaned in and whispered, “What do you say we give ‘em a show?”

She pretended to contemplate as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to kiss him, which made him scrunch his face up in faux offense. She laughed and gave him a quick peck before the announcer called out their chaste kiss.

“You two can do better than that!”

Michael’s finger went to her chin, lifting her gaze to his, before he grinned and pressed his lips against hers. It was sensual and slow but still tamed as he knew the entire stadium watched. However, she savored the few seconds it lasted. His lips lingered against hers for a moment, such a featherlike touch that let her know he was exercising extreme control and restraint.

Her legs tightened together as they pulled away, offering a polite wave to the crowd before the camera moved on to spotlight another couple.

“What’d you say we get outta here before the fourth quarter?” He whispered in her ear, his intentions clear with every word.

“I’d say even that’s too long but I’ll manage.”

“Y’all two are nasty,” Kevin remarked, teasing the couple, which caused both of them to turn their heads in embarrassment. “Been a couple in public for 10 minutes and don’t know how to act. Get some couth about you, damn.”

What came next were the longest 12 minutes of Charlotte’s life. Followed by the longest car ride of her life and the longest walk into Michael’s house. By the time they entered, they did not even make it to his bedroom. They just stumbled into his kitchen, their limbs moving on pure muscle memory through his dark house and into the kitchen. As soon as his hand met the counter, he hoisted her up and got on his knees between her legs.

However, before he could hook one leg over his shoulder to continue worshiping her, she sat up.

“No,” she shook her head, pulling his face to hers. “I don’t want that. I want to taste you.”

He stood up, allowing her to fall to her knees below him, licking her lips as she unbuckled his jeans. She had been dreaming about this for the last hour. It had taken her a few days to get over her own hangups about giving head. She was good at it but it was a chore to her. Now she laughed at how nervous she had been the first time, surprised that Michael laid back and gave her complete control. Control over his pleasure and the pace. Since then, she found the act made her feel powerful and sexy. She had control, his pleasure at her mercy, and she loved every second of it. And she could tell he did too. It was far from a chore to her now, it was something she looked forward to and craved almost as much as Michael did.

She started off slow, the tip of her tongue lightly licking the underside of his dick. She basked in every moment of it as if he was the best lollipop she had ever tasted in her life. She gathered all the moisture in her mouth and spit on his dick, her spit sliding down his shaft. She slid her lips over the head, just taking the tip of him and sucking lightly as her hand massaged him, spreading her spit along his length. She could feel him twitch beneath her, a groan escaping his lips.

“Don’t tease me, baby.”

“Not enjoying a taste of your own medicine?” She asked, reminding him of his little game earlier that almost had her weeping for release.

He chuckled, nodding. “Aight. But when you don’t get a break later, I don’t wanna hear shit.”

“I think you’re underestimating how much I like a challenge, baby.”

She grinned before enveloping his length into her warm, wet mouth. Though she wished she could tease him, the reality was… she lacked his patience. She wanted to feel him cum and not even proving a point would stop her. She kept her eyes trained on him, loving his facial expressions as she sucked him. His eyes were the most expressive, windows into his soul. And when she was on her knees beneath him, she saw it all: desire, bliss, pleasure, pride, and love.

Her eyes watered as she worked to accommodate him, light and lewd gagging noises filled his kitchen. She was thankful for weekends like this when his parents went back to New Jersey because they could utilize the many surfaces and rooms throughout his house with no fears of interruptions. Lazy sex on the couch while watching a movie? Say less. A quickie bent over the counter while they cooked dinner? More of that, please.

“You take me so well,” he moaned, his hand twisted in her curls. As much as he wanted to take the reigns and fuck her throat, he restrained himself, allowing her to maintain the pace and control she wanted. “You like sucking this dick?”

He could tell she lit up at his praise, a moan vibrating around him as she nodded.

“You look so fuckin’ sexy… that’s right, Els. Take all this dick, baby.”

He panted lightly as Charlotte increased her efforts. Her gagging and slurping sounded filthy as it grew louder and louder as she sucked him, sneaking gasps of air every chance she got.

“I’m g-gonna cum,” he warned her, Charlotte increasing the intensity for a few moments until she felt him bust down her throat. He held her head against him for a moment as she swallowed before releasing her, both of them panting for a moment. However, he did not give her much time for a break.

He did not even give her a chance to strip down before he helped her to her feet and pushed her, face down, onto the counter. She hissed as her bare arms came in contact with the cold granite, thankful she still had her dress on though it was now bunched around her waist. He did not even take her thong off this time, he just pushed it to the side.

She moaned as he filled her, his nails digging into the skin of her hips. There was nothing slow and sensual about it. This was pure fucking. Fast. Rough. Uninhibited. Their bodies were the other’s drug and they were in an outright chase to get their fix of each other.

She used her forearms as leverage to throw her ass back to meet every thrust, not allowing him to do all of the work and proving she still had some stamina to play with. However, Michael would never be outdone so he lifted one of her legs and pressed it against the counter.

Charlotte let out a gasp at the position, the stretch of her hips and how deep she could feel every stroke. All she could do was pant and beg for more as he fucked her fast and deep, her one leg almost giving out beneath her as she came around him. But his grip and strength kept her standing as always.

“I’m cl-close, baby. You want me to cum in this pussy??”

Lost in the clouds of lust and desire, Charlotte did not quite calculate the long term implications of that statement. She could only think minutes ahead and she wanted to feel him fill her.

“Y-Yes,” she moaned.

She let out a content sigh as she felt him fill her, warmth spreading inside her. Her arms collapsed beneath her for a moment as Michael leaned against the counter opposite of her, his eyes never leaving her ass, which was still perched high in the air for him.

As the haze left them both, realization seemed to hit them both like a train.

“You took your birth control today, right?” He asked, scratching his head as Charlotte immediately busted out laughing.

“You know, I feel like it would’ve been smarter to ask that before you came inside me?” She joked, pushing her dress back down her thighs and adjusting her underwear. “But yes, I took it. We,” her voice dragged out the word as she contemplated before deciding it was better to be safe than sorry. “Should still probably pick up some Plan B though… unless you want an oops baby?”

He let out a belly laugh. “If I’m gonna have an oops baby, I’d want it to be with you.” He kissed her on the cheek.

“Awwww,” her lips twisted into a little pout. “That might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.” She kissed him. “But we are definitely going to get the Plan B,” she whispered against his lips. “Can’t have your mom and the rest of the world thinking I’m a whore trying to trap you. Put on your shoes.”

He groaned, his body exhausted, “We gotta go right now?? Isn’t it a ‘morning after’ pill? Like it’s still gonna be effective in the morning right?”

She nodded, teetering on her heels. “Yes,” she admitted. “But… I’m starvinggggg. So on the way back from the drug store, we’d already be out and we could stop by… In & Out Burger?”

“I can’t eat that stuff… my diet remember, babe?”

“Come onnnnnn… one cheat meal for me?? We just put in serious work just now, Bakari. We earned a few extra calories.”

He laughed, knowing his trainer would not accept such flawed logic. “Fine but when Calliet gets on my ass tomorrow, you’ll owe me.”

“Deal.” She pulled him in flush to her body. She nippled lightly on his ear, teasing his favorite spot for a moment before whispering. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a massage.”

“I dunno if that’s gonna be enough.”

She offered him a sly smirk. “Well, I’m sure I can get creative about how to make these calories worth it.”

He nodded and grabbed his car keys. “Come on. I already got some ideas I can tell you in the car.”

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A/N: I hope this helps ease the pain! And I'll go ahead and write some fluff to accompany part 10 cause y'all are just gonna hate me again lmaooooo

Drop a comment and let me know what you thought!

#black writers #michael b jordan x oc #michael b jordan #mbjordanedit #michael b jordan x reader #creed 3 #black panther #michael b jordan fanfic #adonis creed #creed iii #michael b jordan smut

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thehonoredonesrpg · 1 month

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¡Os traemos una pequeña novedad!

Como ya no queda mucho para completar la información relativa a la ambientación del foro, queremos avisar a todos los que nos siguen que la apertura de las reservas está muy próxima. Antes de ir a la fecha, queremos hacer un adelanto de lo que se subirá entre hoy y mañana:

Pactos, vínculos y técnicas malditas

Pliegues y sellos

Glosario

Posteriormente, como nos han pedido, también subiremos ejemplos de técnicas malditas que se han empleado en el manga de Jujutsu Kaisen y buscaremos también algún ejemplo de los demonios que aparecen en Chainsaw Man, por si os sirve de guía e inspiración.

FECHA DE RESERVAS

Las reservas podrán hacerse mañana día 16 de abril hasta el día de la apertura, aún por anunciar. Dejaremos hasta las últimas dos horas, en caso de que alguien necesite realizar algún cambio o por si hay algún rezagado. El horario de apertura será el siguiente:

20:00 en España (hora peninsular)

13:00 en México, Perú y Colombia

15:00 en Chile, Argentina y Venezuela

NORMATIVA DE RESERVAS

Antes de reservar, pedimos que por favor tengáis en cuenta la siguiente normativa, porque si algo se sale de ella la reserva no tendrá validez.

Pondremos un anuncio previo a la apertura de reservas. Hasta que ese anuncio no esté colgado, no podrán mandarse ningún tipo de reserva.

Se atenderán por orden de llegada. No sabemos si vamos a estar saturados o si el flujo de gente será más llevadero, pero intentaremos dar notificación del listado lo más pronto posible.

Únicamente puede reservarse PB, porque no hay cupos de ningún tipo para oficios, técnicas y derivados.

Pueden reservarse hasta 2 PBs para uso propio. No se permiten reservas para búsquedas.

El PB deberá de ser real y el personaje no podrá contar con más o menos de 5 años de los que el PB tenga en la realidad.

Las reservas se mantendrán durante 7 días desde la apertura del foro, tiempo que creemos suficiente para haber creado los personajes. En caso de que alguien necesite algo de tiempo extra, se puede poner en contacto con nosotros.

Tendréis que poner el nombre del PB, un nick de registro y una contraseña para que, el día de la apertura, nadie intente colarse. Quedaría de la siguiente forma:

PB — Nick — Contraseña

NPCS & RESERVAS

Aaron Taylor-Johnson — Crow

Alina Olesheva — Dragon

Álvaro Morte [NPC]

Alycia Debnam-Carey — Day

Ana de Armas — Xandro

Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey — Bonny

Aubrey Plaza — whats

Bethany Joy Lenz [NPC]

Brian Tee [NPC]

Casey Deidrick — bukowski

Charleen Weiss — G.

Choi Soo Bin— Panic

Choi Yeon Jun — Badblood

Deborah Ann Woll [NPC]

D.J. Cotrona [NPC]

Ed Skrein [NPC]

Eiza González — Poppy

Ella Purnel — Mercy

Eva Mendes [NPC]

Havana Rose Liu — Snoopy

Hero Fiennes Tiffin — Serra

Hiroyuki Sanada [NPC]

Jeffrey Wright [NPC]

Jensen Ackles — Hombre Lavadora

Jeon Won Woo — Melinoe

John David Washington — bulldog

Kang Seul Gi — akugetsu

Ken Watanabe [NPC]

Kim Min Gyu — yoshida

Lily James — JED

Lizeth Selene — Boo

Maggie Q [NPC]

Mahershala Ali [NPC]

Manny Jacinto — Snoopy

Matthew Noszka — muricano

Michael B. Jordan — Air

Minatozaki Sana — shintani

Ming na Wen [NPC]

Nana Komatsu — Fool

Natasha Liu Bordizzo — Grimmjow

Oscar Isaac — Atom

Rebecca Ferguson — whats

Rosemund Pike [NPC]

Ryan Porter — bukowski

Sarah Rafferty — Dory

Shen Quan Rui (Ricky) — Ian

Steve Milatos — Crow

Suki Waterhouse — Mercy

Theo James — Drama

Tony Thornburg — Grimmjow

Vachirawit Chiva-aree (Bright) — Astro

Will Higginson — Leucocito

Yulef Bopp — Ploff

Zoey Deutch — Xandro

#anuncio #reservas

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bitethebullets · 1 month

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wore an old cutup sports tee out (apparently from michael jordans big win) and then got questioned if i was a native of chicago or just a big fan (did not even know which sport i was repping)

#lied to him i was bc he seemed really happy to spot a fan

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wheredidthepeepeego-mp3 · 1 year

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when yall people headcanon adult/teen dipper as like this softboy youre all literally so wrong. adult/teen dipper would not be cute or sweet he would be a nightmare and a menace. he would be a regular on r/askreddit. he would eat 1 (one) edible when he's 16 and then put "stoner" in his social media bios until he's 30 and actually smokes weed and hates it. the only thing stopping him from using 4chan in this day and age is the alt-right pipeline and he regularly converses with incels on reddit "just to understand their viewpoint." he listens exclusively to abba until he's thirteen and discovers radiohead and suddenly he goes down a pipeline and listens to my bloody valentine and the smashing pumpkins and the mountain goats and maybe a little bit of nine inch nails but only year zero and the popular songs because he pretends to be pretentious but in reality he plays the five nights at freddy's song on repeat. adult/teen dipper wears flannel but not in a cute way because he's the kind of person who believes jackets only need to be washed biannually and also horrible graphic tees. you know the ones. mabel got him into homestuck and he only reads it to post horrible theories on reddit like ARE MOM AND BRO THE SAME PERSON???? HERE'S PROOF!!! he watches matpat and thinks it equates to leftist theory. He is not a funko pop collecter i will give him that but he does own like three. he completely unironically plays magic the gathering and yugioh. he shows up to conventions with mabel and she's dressed in incredibly elaborate cosplay. but he is wearing literally nothing but jeans, a hoodie that smells like gender dysphoria incarnate, and a shirt he stole from ford that says "MATHLETES CHAMP '77" because there was literally nothing even remotely clean in his own collection of horrible graphic tees. and they're all posters for horrible sci-fi movies he likes unironically, shirts that say things like "SARCASM IS MY THIRD LANGUAGE (KLINGON IS MY SECOND)" and he legitimately thinks they make him cool and even mabel has no appriciation for them. you people also have the wrong headcanon of adult/teen MABEL. she has seventeen piercings, and horrible tacky tattoos. every time she gets a new boyfriend she gets it tattooed on her arm and never stops doing this so by the time she's 40 her arm looks like RYAN JORDAN MICHAEL JEROME KYLE KARKAT (she dated a homestuck fan she met at a convention and regrets it) and she thinks to herself maybe that was a bad idea. while dipper is pretentious despite having NOTHING to be pretentious about, mabel listens to artists with 3 followers on soundcloud that are just cartoon sound fx remixes and she is in no way pretentious about it because she's also a diehard kesha fan. she probably dresses like a mix between a fairy-kei girl and nicki minaj, but will settle for less when the need for practicality arises. she is an unironic juggalo. she got dipper into homestuck and was an og rosemary shipper despite being straight. she is the camp hetero. she probably pokes holes in literally everything to attach earring backs to them. she does art commisions online of chibi boys because she's desperate for money. she wouldn't make fun of anyone for being into stuff she thinks is mildly lame. but only because she's saving all that rudeness for dipper because they both know he deserves it. but she would punch a neonazi. no hesitation. give the girl some credit. anyway those are my horrible horrible headcanons. and post.

#gravity falls #i hate dipper affectionately

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kicksaddictny · 3 months

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Trophy Room Unveils Air Jordan 1 Low OG "Rookie Card - Away" Release

Marcus Jordan's Trophy Room is back with yet another exciting project, this time setting its sights on the iconic Air Jordan 1 Low OG. After much anticipation and teasers in recent months, Trophy Room has officially unveiled the "Rookie Card – Away" colorway, drawing inspiration from Michael Jordan's legendary rookie season and sports-themed trading cards.

The special edition sneakers come packaged in thematic packaging, paying homage to the nostalgia of collecting trading cards. Featuring Jordan's signature at the heel, meticulously embroidered Swooshes, and a metallic gold Wings logo adorning the heel, every detail is a testament to the brand's commitment to quality and storytelling.

Accompanying the footwear release is a thoughtfully curated apparel range, including a short-sleeved button-up shirt and matching tear-away pants adorned with co-branded elements. Additionally, a mock neck tee is available in both black and white color options, completing the ensemble.

Excitement is building for the release of the Air Jordan 1 Low OG "Rookie Card – Away," scheduled to drop via Trophy Room on March 14. Winners of the raffle, running from March 11 to March 13, will have the opportunity to purchase the kicks at a retail price of $140 USD. The accompanying apparel collection will also be available on the same day, with prices ranging from $60 USD for the tees to $150 USD for the pants.

For those who miss out on the initial release, fear not – Nike SNKRS will launch the collaboration in North America on March 21. Additionally, fans can look forward to a "Rookie Card – Home" iteration dropping as a Trophy Room exclusive later this year.

Stay tuned for updates and mark your calendars for a chance to own a piece of basketball history with Trophy Room's latest Air Jordan 1 Low OG release.

#airjordan1 #trophyroom #kicksaddict #trophy room

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wastrelwoods · 2 years

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If you ever have the time a list of the mountain goats songs that are about becoming someone’s problem would be appreciated. I would really like to listen to them (& then become someone’s problem)

SO SO TRUE this IS the idea of all time and I thank you for prompting me about it!! I would try to make a spotify playlist tee em but also the first two I can think of are both unreleased so! sort of a mashup youtube to mp3 converter build your own playlist experience here

HEEL TURN 1 - unreleased so we must resort to videos of live performances where JD has to break briefly to google his own lyrics that he forgot, which personally is Part of It for me but you can skip to the actual song around 2:20

and in that same vein HEEL TURN 2 - which IS actually on the album beat the champ. i love the desperate unhingedness of the first but they share a spirit

HIGH DOSES #2 - cut from the sunset tree BUT on come, come to the sunset tree EP BUT still not on spotify, alas. this is the song i was postin about actually

OX BAKER TRIUMPHANT - babylon springs EP my beloved...a lot of this genre of songs also double as Songs About Wrestling Heels but sometimes you are gonna crawl back out of the dust and put the hurt on some people because that is your passion

UP THE WOLVES - yeah i mean. classic sunset tree track and triumphant jam

HERETIC PRIDE - of course!! the title track off the album. and I think MICHAEL MYERS RESPLENDENT altho maybe it's more about achieving your dreams. its just that your dream is to commit atrocities and other people might have a problem with it

FOREIGN OBJECT - beat the champ again. in this case the problem you are about to become is incredibly specific and situational. you're gonna maim. i’m linking the jordan lake live session version because it’s got a je ne sais quoi that i love

IN LEAGUE WITH DRAGONS - another album title track but its simply true. when i have my dragon pal,, then you will see. it will be over for you hoes

anyway all of this is relatively subjective and there are probably others i am leaving out i SIMPLY wanted to do what i could here

#the mountain goats #tunes #tmg #pigeon post #i only listen to the mountain goats

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