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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝟏 M.s
Warning: Smut, unprotected sex (dont do that be smarts pookies), weed, cigarettes.
Note: This story was literally sitting in my notes for over a year. I only found it again recently and decided to pick it back up. I’m almost done writing it I’ll post the rest soon if you guys like it. Also, sorry for the long disappearance. I still don’t know if I’m back on Tumblr for good, I just felt like giving you this. (Lemme know if I should do a taglist)
Fucking shitty Saturday night.
It was one of those nights where nothing was really going right. I sat on my porch to smoke a cigarette, only to realize I was out.
Yeah, maybe if I’d spent the day doing something other than moping around, I would have noticed sooner.
Anyway, it was 8:50 PM, and I had 10 minutes before the closest tobacco shop closed. No way in hell was I spending the night without something to smoke.
I threw on the first sweater I found and some random shoes before leaving my apartment.
Bad luck, when I got to the tobacco shop, it was already closed. I should’ve known they never stick to their hours anyway. Fuck it.
So that's how I ended up walking to the gas station three fucking kilometers away. I must have thought about quitting nicotine thirty times on the way there.
"That’ll be $16.94" I quickly pulled out my phone to pay and then left.
The first thing I did was pull out a cigarette, then fumble through my pockets for a lighter.
What was bound to happen happened, I was too annoyed and focused on finding that damn lighter that, without meaning to, I walked right into someone.
"Shit!" I muttered under my breath.
The tall guy with dark hair stepped back, his phone had fallen to the ground.
"Sorry" he quickly apologized.
I sighed, annoyed. He hadn’t done anything wrong, I just wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.
"It’s my fault, I wasn’t looking" I said, taking the cigarette out of my mouth as he bent down to pick up his phone. "I didn’t break it, did I?" I added.
He examined his phone. "It seems fine…" He also looked like he was having a shitty night. I almost wanted to say, ‘Welcome to the club.’
We stood there for a moment before we both started speaking at the same time.
"Sorry, go ahead" I said.
"No, I was just asking if you needed a lighter. You still haven’t lit your cigarette" he said, clearing his throat, a little embarrassed.
"Oh… yeah, if you have one, I wouldn’t say no" I replied, also feeling a bit awkward.
"I should have one in my car" he said, starting to walk towards the small parking lot right across from us.
I stood there, a bit confused, and he turned around. "Well, do you want that lighter or not?"
"Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about the ten obvious reasons why it’s not safe to follow a stranger into a dark little parking lot in the middle of nowhere" I retorted, crossing my arms.
"If I intended to harm you, I wouldn’t have asked you to follow me. You don’t exactly look like you know how to defend yourself. I could’ve just carried you to my car" he replied, almost as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
I started walking towards him. After all, what else did I have to lose? "That’s insulting and very inappropriate" I said once I caught up to him.
"And that’s exactly what I thought when you made me drop my phone" he replied, pulling out his keys as I rolled my eyes.
Once we reached his car, he opened the driver’s side door and rummaged around for a moment before standing up and handing me a lighter, which I grabbed without hesitation.
I lit my cigarette and offered him the pack so he could take one. "No, thanks" he replied.
"What, now you’re the one worried I’ll drug you?" I asked with a smirk.
"No, I just don’t smoke" he shrugged, and I hummed in response, taking a drag of smoke into my lungs.
"Well, thanks for the lighter. It’ll be the only good thing about my night" I said, handing him back the lighter and turning to leave.
"The only good thing about your night?" he asked, leaning against his car with his arms crossed, making me turn back around.
"Shitty night" I declared.
"Oh, I can relate to that" he said.
"Yeah? What happened to you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow before blowing out the smoke.
"My brothers treat me like a taxi service, petty arguments, and some idiot bumped into me earlier and made me drop my phone. That didn’t help my mood either" he said with a smug smile. Jerk.
"Lovely" I said, rolling my eyes.
"What about you?" he asked.
"I had a fight with a really good friend, which made me start questioning everything, and for some reason, I’ve been having the worst luck since yesterday" I replied.
"Hm, your life sounds super fun" he said sarcastically.
"Thanks, I know" I said with a fake smile.
Silence returned, but I couldn’t help opening my mouth again… I kind of wanted to stick around a bit.
"Why do you have a lighter if you don’t smoke?" That was the first thing that came to mind.
"I don’t smoke cigarettes, but i smoke something else…" he clarified.
"I should’ve guessed" I said, finishing my cigarette. "Is it to go with the whole 'different and edgy guy' vibe?" I teased him.
"Yeah, it’s my dark side, you know? I smoke to forget" he said with amusement. I didn’t expect him to match my humor.
"Oh, please spare me!" I said, unable to suppress a chuckle.
He chuckled too, then spoke up again. "Got any plans for tonight?"
"Choking on this pack of cigarettes and clogging my arteries with as many snacks as possible" I said sarcastically, though it wasn’t far from the truth.
"Sounds fun. I would’ve invited you to smoke a joint with me, but your plans seem way more interesting, so..." he said, raising his hands in mock surrender.
"What makes you think I smoke weed?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"The sweater says a lot, unless you’re one of those people who wear meaningful clothes just for the style" he said, frowning slightly as he pointed to my sweater a gift from my best friend, featuring Bob Marley and a cannabis leaf in the background.
"We’re not all as edgy as you" I said with a smirk. "But honestly, I’m down for the joint."
He smiled back at me. "Alright, hop in" he said, gesturing to the passenger side of his car.
Yeah, it wasn’t the most responsible thing to get into a car with a stranger to smoke a joint, but I couldn’t care less at that precise moment. If everything ended tonight, it wouldn’t be the worst thing...
"I know a spot" he said, starting the car.
"I hope there aren’t too many people around. I tend to scream loudly when I feel in danger" I joked.
"Don’t worry, there’s even a nice forest where I could bury your body out of sight" he joked back.
"Wow, and here I thought I was dealing with an amateur" I said with a sly grin.
"Looks like you were wrong about everything" he replied, keeping his eyes on the road.
A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of a large house with a beautiful gate at the entrance. The house didn’t look new, but the garden was freshly maintained.
I got out of the car, following him. "Is this your house?" I asked, a bit surprised.
"Nope" he replied, putting his phone in his pocket as he crouched down to give me a boost.
"What are you doing?" I asked, confused.
"Climb up, hurry, we don’t have all night" he said, rolling his eyes.
I opened my mouth to say something but then stopped myself. Honestly, I didn’t want to know. It was funny, maybe a little wrong, but still funny.
I placed my foot in his hands, grabbing the top of the gate, unable to suppress a small grin. Then I swung my legs over the gate and jumped down to the other side.
He climbed the gate effortlessly, it was clear this wasn’t his first time doing this.
"Come on" he said, heading towards the garage of the large house.
"How do you know about this spot?" I asked, instinctively whispering as I examined the surroundings.
"Relax, no need to whisper, no one’s here but you and me" he chuckled, mocking me a bit as he picked the lock on the garage door.
"Fuck you" I scoffed, watching him open the door.
"Not really a way to talk to the guy letting you smoke his joint" he pretended to be offended, placing a hand on his chest as I stepped past him into the garage.
The space was large and set up for everything except parking a car. There were two couches, a large rug, arcade machines, and shelves cluttered with all sorts of knick-knacks.
He walked in after me, turning on the LEDs in the room, along with various lamps scattered around, creating an exceptional light display. The lights were mainly green and purple, highlighting the small drawings that adorned the walls.
"Wow..." I exclaimed, taking in the room before turning to see him open a large cabinet filled with weed plants under purple grow lights.
"Are you stealing weed from this person?" I asked, a bit worried. Okay, I was craving a bit of danger, but not to the point of getting involved in a theft, especially not drug theft.
"I'm not stealing anything these are my plants" he replied, closing the cabinet.
"Your plants in someone else's garage?" I said, crossing my arms and furrowing my brows.
He chuckled. "Uh oh, someone’s scared?"
I stared at him, not saying a word, and he sat down on the couch in front of me.
"It’s my old nanny’s house" he started, pulling a bag of weed from his pocket. "She’s completely lost it, but she’s still super nice. She lets me grow here, and in return, she gets to smoke for free" he explained while expertly rolling a joint.
"Oh..." I felt a bit silly for stressing out like a kid.
"She was admitted to a facility two weeks ago" he added, placing the joint between his lips. "I crash here when the outside world gets too heavy."
"This must be a great spot to get high with your friends" I said, watching him light the joint.
"I wouldn’t know you’re the first person I’ve brought here" he said with a smirk that made me roll my eyes.
"Must be, Mr. Bad Boy" I said sarcastically, leaning in to take the joint from his lips and take a drag.
"Don’t act tough just a minute ago, you were shaking like a little girl" he said, unable to wipe that smirk off his face.
"Aren’t you scared?" I asked, squinting at him before passing the joint back.
"Of what?" he asked, puzzled, taking another hit.
"You don’t know me. I could walk out of here and tell the police about your little stash and your weed business" I said, shrugging, trying to sound threatening.
"First of all, you don’t know anything about my weed business. For all you know, I could be growing it for personal use" he began, handing the joint back to me. "Second, you’re here with me, which means you broke in to smoke the same weed with me" he continued with a proud look. "You don’t seem dumb enough to turn yourself in to the police, am I right?"
I looked at him, almost frustrated. He was so sure of himself, it was annoying.
"And I trust you" he added, watching me take another hit from the joint.
"Why?" I asked, confused, as I passed what was left of the joint back to him.
"Because you’re real" he replied simply.
The answer felt insufficient, but somehow, I understood what he meant, even if I couldn’t explain how.
"You don’t even know my name" I said, feeling my eyelids grow heavy from the weed.
"So, give it to me" he said, finishing the joint and stubbing it out in the ashtray.
"Hazel," I said, almost shyly.
"Matt, nice to meet you" he said, extending his hand.
"This is stupid" I chuckled.
"Don’t be rude" he insisted, and I shook his hand, shaking my head.
This boy had nothing normal about him. The more we talked, the more enigmatic he became. Strangely, I had no trouble understanding how he functioned, considering I was the same way, but that’s precisely what unsettled me… he was like me.
The conversation quickly became deep, and I ended up telling him things I had never shared with anyone before. Maybe it was because we didn’t know each other that I found it so easy to open up to him.
Regardless, talking to him was easy. He was always relevant and never missed the opportunity to add a sarcastic remark at the perfect moment, which made me roll my eyes in the moment but secretly, I liked it.
"And what’s your opinion on human relationships?" I asked him playfully. It was the fifteenth annoying question I had asked. He was sprawled out in his corner of the couch, red-eyed with yet another joint in his hand.
"I find them pointless" he replied simply.
"Pointless?" I repeated, curious.
"Pointless and hypocritical" he nodded.
"Please, be more specific" I requested with a big smile.
He sat up to talk, passing me the joint before clearing his throat. "We all want something from each other" he began, and I sat up as well to listen better.
"For whatever reasons, good or bad, we’re all here for one reason or another. There’s no such thing as a truly selfless relationship" he continued.
"And that’s a bad thing?" I asked, frowning.
"Not for everyone. You don’t consume life the way I do. In my eyes, relationships, whatever their nature, are mostly pointless, if not useless" he said, crossing his arms.
"So, you don’t think others can teach you anything?" I asked.
"Teach me what , Hazel?" he chuckled. "Nowadays, you learn everything on your own."
"Not feelings" I replied, finishing the joint and placing it in the ashtray.
He looked at me, perplexed. I had caught him in his reasoning, and it seemed to surprise him. "You’re right" he admitted.
"But that too is something pointless" he added, relaxing back into the couch.
"Why?" I asked immediately.
"Because it’s a hindrance to evolution" he said, clasping his hands together.
"I don’t agree with you" I said, crossing my arms.
"Oh yeah? That argument with your friend that had you down all day and ruined your mood was that worth it?" he retorted.
"It led me to meet you" I replied, raising my eyebrows.
"And you think that’s a good thing?" he said with a smirk.
"If you think human relationships are useless and pointless, why did you bring me here with you?" I dodged his question.
"Because my instinct told me to" he replied immediately.
"So, your instinct contradicts your logic? Don’t you find that paradoxical?" I said with a sly smile.
"I don’t know, but I find you really annoying" he chuckled.
"And you love every second of it" I said, smiling.
A brief silence settled before he spoke again.
"I find human relationships complex. I try to distance myself from them as much as possible. I stick to my needs and desires everything else gets discarded" he finally answered my question concretely.
"Yeah, so basically, you like hanging out with the same few friends you’ve had since middle school or some shit, and you occasionally hook up with girls without too much importance or attachment when you feel like it" I said, looking him up and down, laughing.
"Yeah, that’s a pretty good summary" he laughed too.
"And you ? What do you think?" he asked after our laughter subsided.
"About human relationships?" I asked to be sure.
"Mhm" he nodded.
"I think they’re important they help you grow but, more importantly, help you understand your environment," I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"So, you like living in a utopian world?" he scoffed.
"No, I’m aware they can also be destructive and demeaning, but I don’t dwell solely on the bad experiences" I shrugged.
"It’s too easy to be a big pessimist like you, you just don’t want to see the beauty in things" I added, rolling my eyes.
"That’s not true. It’s just that I don’t close my eyes to the bad things like you do" he retorted sharply.
"You’re dumb" I said, feeling a bit hurt.
"And you’re naive" he replied.
"I guess we all have our flaws?" I sighed upset.
He started laughing, and I had no idea why. "What's so funny, you dickhead?" I smacked his shoulder.
"You just can't accept defeat, huh?" he kept chuckling, and I stared at him in disbelief.
"This isn't funny!" I said, hitting his shoulder again, but he grabbed my wrists.
"Oh yeah? And what about this, does this make you laugh?" he whispered, tickling my sides, forcing me to laugh and squirm all over the place.
"No, stop it! Matt!" I cried out, doubled over in laughter, before he pinned my wrists above my head, pushing me down with him hovering over me.
"Admit defeat" he demanded with a sadistic grin, not stopping the tickling.
"Fuck you!" I said, tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard.
"Say it!" he teased.
"Okay, okay, I admit defeat!" I shouted, no longer able to endure the torture on my ribs.
"Wasn't that bad, was it?" he said, acting cocky.
Time seemed to freeze as I realized how close we were at that moment his hand around my wrists pressed against the couch, his knee between my thighs, and his other hand resting on my waist.
The air had grown warm and heavy. I didn’t know if it was the weed, the exhaustion, or something else, but he felt it too. Several seconds passed without either of us saying a word, and his expression had changed.
As if magnetized by his lips, I pressed mine to his, and he didn't hesitate to kiss me back, his hand on my waist tightening around my skin.
He slid his tongue into my mouth, not forcing the entrance it was natural and synchronized, as if our mouths had been made for each other.
All I could think about at that moment was his scent, embedding itself into my skin like a damn addiction.
Our kiss deepened and intensified, his hand on my waist gripping even tighter, making me moan into our kiss.
But then, as if suddenly snapped back to reality, he pulled his lips away from mine, catching his breath as he released my wrists and sat up in the couch.
"What are you doing?" I asked, confused, propping myself up on my elbows to look at him.
"I can't do this with you" he said seriously, avoiding my gaze, which made me chuckle on the spot.
"And why not?" I asked, amused.
"Because it’s indulgence" he turned his gaze back to me.
"I don’t understand, Matt" I said, frowning.
"I sleep with girls who only fulfill a physical need, girls who I desire only sexually" he explained.
"And I don’t turn you on sexually?" I asked, sitting up, almost offended.
"Of course you do" he replied simply, looking me in the eye, which made me smile stupidly.
"So why don’t you want to sleep with me right now?" I asked, straddling his lap and placing my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. "Why would it be indulgence?"
He let out a soft groan, glancing at where our bodies were pressed together. I could see his cheeks redden and his breathing become uneven.
"Because it’s not the only thing that attracts me to you" he replied through clenched teeth.
"And doesn’t that make things better?" I asked, gripping his chin between my fingers to force him to look me in the eyes.
"I can’t offer you what you’re looking for, Hazel" he tried to convince me.
"And what do you know about what I’m looking for, Matt?" I whispered, rolling my hips over his lap, causing him to grip my waist and stop my movements with almost brutal force, his fingers digging into my skin.
"Hazel." he warned with another groan.
"I get it, you want to fuck around, and I don’t care" I said, rolling my eyes. "I’m not going to trap you in a relationship that would prevent you from evolving, Matt" I said seriously. "I can give you what you want and still let you keep your freedom. Don’t you want to try that?" I asked, kissing his neck.
"Hazel…" he warned me again, this time letting me move my hips against his erection.
"Give in…" I whispered, and it was the last straw for him.
"You’re driving me fucking crazy" he said, grabbing my throat fiercely and kissing me.
This kiss was more urgent, more demanding, and far less gentle one that set my soul on fire.
My hip movements quickened, and it seemed to drive him completely wild. His hands roamed my back, gripping my hips and slipping under my sweater to hold my waist.
"I’m too hot…" I moaned against his lips, and he quickly pulled my sweater over my head, tossing it aside.
"Keep going…" I urged him, and he removed my tank top, leaving me half-naked under his gaze.
He pulled away for a moment to take in the view, biting his lip, before removing his own shirt and grabbing my waist to turn us around.
I was once again beneath him, lying on my back, as his lips traveled from my neck to my chest and then my stomach, leaving me shivering and craving more.
He looked up at me, holding the waistband of my joggers to make sure this was really what I wanted. I nodded, and that was all he needed to pull them down along with my panties.
He began planting open-mouthed kisses on the top of my pelvis and the inner edges of my thighs, teasing me more than necessary.
"Matt, don’t tease…" I asked with a slightly desperate undertone.
"Shut up" he replied, his smirk evident against my skin, and my frustrated moans only seemed to encourage him further.
"Matt!" I gasped again, and this time he chuckled.
"Don’t be a brat" he whispered against my skin, planting small pecks where I needed him, making me shiver and quiver.
"Fuck you" I moaned in frustration.
"Yeah, planning on it" he replied with a smirk before diving between my thighs without warning, making me jolt at the sensation.
His tongue was magical he definitely knew how to use it, and it was excruciatingly delicious. I couldn’t help but lift my hips toward him, which only made him push them back against the couch with a chuckle.
"Fuck- Matt…" I moaned, arching my back as I felt my orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast.
My thighs tightened around his face, and my hand tried to push him away. I wanted to last longer I didn’t want him to think he was having too much of an effect on me, even though it was likely the case.
"What, can’t handle just a little tongue?" he teased, looking up at me from between my legs.
"Shut up and come here!" I ordered, pulling him closer by his hair to kiss me again.
I could taste myself on his tongue, and it was addictive.
"Give me more…" I begged, my hand reaching between our bodies to undo his belt.
He grabbed my wrist, holding it between us. "What more do you want?" he asked between kisses.
"You know what…" I said, frustrated. He then removed his pants and boxers himself.
"Too shy to say it, huh?" he said with a smug tone, before grabbing my thigh by the back of my knee and pulling it closer to him for better access between my legs.
He teased me with the tip for a few moments before fully entering me, a muffled moan escaping my throat. "Oh fuck…" he groaned into my ear, not moving from where he was as if he had to adjust to the sensation, even though it was me who was being stretched like never before.
After a few seconds, he started to move, initially slowly, making sure to go deep and causing me to arch my back in pleasure and moan, forcing me to press my hand against my mouth.
"Fuck that, let me hear you!" he commanded, roughly pulling my hand away from my mouth, making me moan again.
"You’re not talking as much anymore. What’s happening, did you lose your words?" he said, amused, as he continued to thrust into me faster and faster.
I would have liked to say something at that moment, but what was happening between my legs was too overwhelming for that.
He placed one of my legs over his shoulder, licking his lips, not taking his eyes off me. I almost felt intimidated by his gaze.
"Don’t look at me like that…" I moaned, looking at him with a pleasure-filled expression.
"Like what, Hazel?" he asked, amused, focusing on thrusting harder and deeper, preventing me from giving a concrete answer.
"Answer me, baby" he said, leaning closer, folding my leg against my chest, allowing him to penetrate me even deeper.
"Matt-" I moaned, almost choking. His eyes, his smirk, his hands, the movement of his hips, and his arrogance I could have died right there.
"Oh my god-" he surprised himself with a moan. "Don’t clench around me like that."
I seized the opportunity to bite back immediately. "What is it? Can’t handle it?"
My comment made him chuckle. "Oh, you’re fucked..." he whispered into my ear, amused, before pulling out and making me gasp at the loss of him inside me.
Before I could ask what he was doing, he flipped me onto my stomach, grabbing my hips and positioning them at his waist behind me.
He pressed down on my upper back to make me arch as much as possible, and before entering me again, he seized my wrists in his hands, pinning them to my back and preventing me from moving.
"Hmmph, Matt..." I moaned as he set a punishing pace, the sound of skin slapping filled the room.
"Who can't handle it now?" he said proudly, continuing his assault on my cunt, making sure to keep my wrists tightly in his grip.
He leaned forward and wrapped his free arm around my throat to hold me in place. "Answer me, baby" he whispered into my ear.
"I can handle it," I tried to deny, despite being extremely close to my orgasm.
"Yeah? So you won't cum if I go harder?" he asked, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
I couldn’t respond with anything more than a moan and a nod indicating "no."
"Just what I thought" he said, straightening up and slipping his hand between my legs to play with my clit while speeding up his rhythm.
"Matt—" I moaned before he cut me off.
"I know… give it to me…" he commanded. It didn’t take much for me to climax around his cock the sensation was overwhelming, like a tidal wave. It was the first time a man had made me come.
He continued thrusting, letting me ride out my orgasm, but he was dangerously close himself. I could feel him twitching inside me. "Fuck, where do you want it? Hurry up, I can’t hold on much longer…" he said weakly.
I turned around and pushed him back against the couch, which seemed to surprise him. I positioned myself between his legs and took him directly into my mouth, making him flinch and throw his head back. "O-oh, fuck... " he moaned before placing his hand on my head to guide my movements.
"Hazel- god..." he moaned as I took him fully into my mouth. It only took a few more strokes before he came.
I sat up in front of him, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and swallowed.
"I think you're going to become my favorite headache..." he said, stroking my lower lip with his thumb.
https://www.tumblr.com/kiarastromboli/801296498751111168/guys-what-if-i-just-come-back-just-like-nothing
That wouldn’t be crazy at all, we missed you
I missed y’all too 💔
Guys what if I just come back just like nothing happen a year later… wouldn’t that be crazy…
Hi guys,
I'm really sorry to announce this, but I don't think I can continue my journey on Tumblr.
Don't get me wrong, I've loved writing, discussing, and sharing with you, and I still want to do all those things. But I can't go on I feel like over time, it's become more of a mental burden than anything else for me (and it's not your fault, I'm putting all this pressure on myself). I can never finish my stories or give you what you want, which frustrates me immensely, and I'm truly sorry about that.
I've talked a few times about my depression here, and despite all my efforts, I simply can't get better, and it's ruining everything around me. Everything I do and write is dull, sad, and bad. I just don't have the motivation to continue, neither here nor elsewhere.
Thank you for everything you've done for me and for all your support. I love each of you individually so much, and I will continue to carry you in my heart until I leave.
I hope one day I'll have the strength and courage to come back and finish all these unfinished stories. I love you all. Take care of yourselves.
-Kiara <3
Puddin'
~ Dom!Chris X sub!fem!reader ~
Synopsis: Your friends slip up who's your favorite character, but also your fantasy kink.
warning: SMUT!! rough unprotected sex, petnames, degradation kink, daddy kink, cursing, and a lot of stuff that i can't even remeber anymore lol
A/N: this is kinda MY fantasy kink so.. 😀 btw if there's any spelling mistakes, im sorry, i didnt have time to check it :)
I have always been, in some way, a big fan of Harley Quinn (if not obsessed). I discovered her when i was around 12 years old, when Suicide Squad came out. Everything about her inspired me. Whether it was her behavior, intelligence, madness, or eccentricity, deep down, I dreamed of being like her, of being as sexy and alluring.
As I grew older, my passion for her became something I no longer showcased, simply out of fear of being judged by others. I was now 20 years old, and it seemed weird, even boring, to others to see me in the same costume at every dress-up party.
When I met Chris, I never really talked to him about this little obsession I had, mainly out of fear that he would find it strange.
Up until now, everything had been going well between us, and I didn't find it important. He didn't need to know more about this subject.
I was at home with Chris and my two best friends. We had planned to spend the afternoon together so they could meet, especially since our relationship had just become official.
Everything was going well until Julia started talking about what I was trying to keep secret:
"Oh, by the way, are you still coming tomorrow night?" Julia asked me, completely changing the subject while munching on her chips.
"Tomorrow night?" I asked, confused.
"Yeah, to Noah's costume party, like every year, Y/N!" she said in a "duh" tone, rolling her eyes.
"Um... I forgot. Honestly, I don't think so. Chris and I had planned to spend the evening together, so it's going to be difficult for me," I said, trying to find a plausible excuse to avoid further questions.
"What??!" she exclaimed, looking disappointed.
"You can come with him, and that way, you can get to know us a bit more, Chris!" added my other friend Stella, turning to my boyfriend with a big smile, and the others nodded in agreement.
"That would be nice," Chris replied with a shrug.
"See? Come on, you're coming. I don't really plan to give you a choice. We go every year, there's no way you're skipping it this time!" Julia added.
"I don't have a costume anyway, and I'm exhausted right now. It's going to be a no from me, guys, sorry," I said, trying to sound genuinely disappointed.
"You're such a liar. Are you going to make me believe you don't have a costume when you spend all your time dressing up as Harley Quinn at every opportunity?" she said, laughing.
My eye widen and i start blushing a bit. Chris turned to me, and i look at Julia with a face that says "Please, just shut your mouth."
"Oh, because, yes, I suppose you already know, but your girlfriend is completely obsessed with Harley Quinn. It's like she's totally in love with her!" Julia said to Chris, giggling.
"Julia! oh my god!" I said, embarrassed, now trying to hide my face in my hands.
"She's not wrong," Stella added. What a bunch of traitors.
"You never told me about this?" Chris said, confused, while I stood there, dying of embarrassment at the thought that the girls might make things worse.
"What, you mean she never bored you with her Harley Quinn obsession? I'm sure her biggest kink would be sleeping with you dressed as her!" Julia said without any restraint, and this time it was too much for me.
"Julia!! What the fuck is wrong with you!" I said, getting angry.
"Wow, calm down, I was just joking," she said, frowning.
Stella's mouth was wide open, and Chris looked like he didn't know where to put himself.
"You guys should go home. 'm tired, I need to rest," I said to escape the situation.
"What, seriously? You're going to be mad at me for this? Y/N!" I heard Julia shout as I left the room.
I went up to my room and shut the door behind me. My reaction was probably over the top, but I didn't want Chris to know about this. She had no right to humiliate me like that in front of him. I bury my face in my pillow and try to think about something else.
After a few minutes, I heard some knocks on my door.
"Julia, go away! I don't want to talk to you!" I shouted from my bed.
I heard the door open anyway, so I turned around to tell her to leave, but to my surprise, it was Chris.
"I'm not Julia, sorry to break it to you," he said, trying to make me laugh.
"It's not funny," I said, rolling my eyes before sitting up on my bed.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
"You're already inside anyway..." I speak, shrugging
"Are you mad at me or Julia? I don't understand anymore," he said, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms.
"Sorry," I replied, biting my lip, and he came to sit next to me.
"The girls left and asked me to tell you they really want you to be there tomorrow night," he said, placing his hand on the small of my back, and I sighed.
"Listen, I'd be very happy to go with you. I don't mind. We can always come back together and spend time alone after the party, but I don't want you to fight with your friends because of me," he said, and I turned my head towards him.
"That's not why I fought with them, Chris," I said, looking back at the floor.
"Then what was it about?" he asked.
"It's something stupid. I don't really want to talk about it!" I said, feeling the embarrassment return.
"Come on, tell me. I'm not going to judge you," he said, shaking his head.
"No!" I said, avoiding his gaze.
"Is it because of what she said about your obsession with Harley Quinn?" he asked.
"I'm not obsessed with her!" I said, getting angry.
“And that’s not what I implied. I was just repeating her words!” he responded immediately.
I sighed, realizing it was becoming ridiculous to keep this hidden from him any longer.
“Yes…” I said softly.
“Why did it upset you so much?” he asked.
“Because I was afraid she’d say more, and you’d find it weird!” I sighed.
“Why would I find it weird?” he said, gently rubbing my back.
“I don’t know…” I said, shrugging.
“I don’t find you weird, Y/N. You have every right to be a fan of any fictional character if it makes you happy. I really like Harley Quinn, too. You could have told me; I would have been happy to talk about it with you, baby,” he said, smiling.
My eyes sparkle as i hear him say that and i immediately look at him again. “Really?” I said, looking at him with admiration. I truly have a wonderful boyfriend.
“You know what, why don’t you dress up as Harley Quinn, and I’ll be your Joker? That way, you won’t miss the party, and I get to spend time with you and your friends,” he suggested, standing up.
I smiled at him, leaned to hug him tightly, and nodded.
“And when we get back from the party, I’d be happy to fuck you in your costume to fulfill your kink,” he whispered in my ear, playfully smacking my ass.
“Chris, she made that part up!!” I said, blushing deeply.
“Too bad, I was really down for that part,” he said, laughing.
i laugh too, still embarrassed, and i stand up, going to the bathroom.
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it's now the next day, almost 8pm, and I'm with my boyfriend arriving at my place. We just left the mall, where we went to buy a Joker costume to him.
i open my front door and we both run towards my room, since we're kinda late.
"dress up in there while i do it in the bathroom, okay?? i want it to be a surprise for you!" i say sweetly, quickly pecking Chris' lips before heading to the bathroom.
after an hour or so, i knock on the bathroom door so i can have Chris' attention and i shout from inside "Are you done??"
"Uh... I've been done for 20 minutes, Y/N." he says from my bedroom.
I burst out laughing for a bit and then i open the door, making a little pose for Chris, showing my costume.
Chris' jaw drops as soon as i open the door. He stands up and stay froze, staring at me.
i giggle softly and go over him, resting my hands in his chest "What'chu think?" i speak, in a slightly higher-pinched voice, trying to recreate Harley's voice.
Chris' jaw just drops more after hear me, he stays froze for a few more moments until he finally speaks. "wow... you look... wow!"
I giggle "you liked it?"
"Liked it? I just fell in love with you ever again!" he says, now hugging me tightly and lifting me from the ground.
I laugh cute and hug him back, tightly. "I'm so happy you liked it!"
Chris buries is face on the crook of my neck, sucking it softly. "There was no way for me to not like it. you look so hot." he whisper before kissing my neck.
I moan softly and move my hand to caress his hair. "thank you, baby..." i speak before pulling away and look at him. "You talking about me when you look like THAT is crazy!"
He grins at me "thank you, sweetheart! Lets go to that party, then?"
"Yeaaah!!" i yell happily, jumping.
He chuckles at my jump and grabs his stuff. We walk out of my house, going to the party.
After a while, we arrive at Noah's house. A lot of people outside of it, all dress up as various characters and monsters. I lead Chris into the party and after a few seconds, Julia and Stella run up to us.
"HEY, GIIIRL!!" Stella yells, happy to see me, as she hugs me from the side.
"Hey, guys!!" Julia shouts at us both, still a bit scared of me being mad at her.
"Hii!" Chris says at them, waving with a smile.
"Hi, girls! Love your costume!" I speak at Stella. She nods with a smile "Thank you! You look amazing yourself, but I'm used to see it already,"
I laugh softly, not really happy about her comment but i brush it off. "You look good too, Ju!" I speak at Julia.
She smiles at me "Thank you! You too, as always... Can i ask you something?" Julia says, with a soft expression. "Yeah, sure!" i say back.
"Uh... i just wanted to know if you're still mad at me for yesterday... I've been thinking about it all night and, I'm sorry..." She speaks softly.
I smile reassuringly "It's okay... I'm sorry too! I shouldn't have become so mad at you..."
She smiles softy and nods "It's okay, i guess we both screwed up!"
"Yeah, but its alright!" i lean to hug her as she does the same.
Suddenly, Stella speaks, loudly. "So, let's party?!?" We all yell "yess!" and that way, the party begins!
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After hours, me and Chris are going back to my place, tired from dancing and jumping all night.
I open my front door and Chris holds the door for me to enter, smacking my ass playfully as i pass through him.
"Let's to the room. Now." He speaks in a soft but demanding way, which makes me a bit confused but i obey.
Once we get into my room, Chris closes the door behind him and quickly presses me in it, causing me to gasp softly.
"Remember what i told you yesterday??" Chris speaks, his hands caressing my sides.
"U-uh... y-yeah..?" i speak, slightly nervous, since Chris looks so hot and in a rough mood right now.
He smirks and attacks my lips in a hungry kiss. We both make out for a while. As we're still kissing, he puts his hands under my ass and picks me up from the floor, taking me to bed, where he throws me on.
He crawls on top of me and says, looking down at me "You look so damn hot right now. You have no idea how much i had to control myself to not drag you to a bathroom and fuck you right there." He leans and starts kissing my neck, intensively.
I moan in response and i wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to mine.
"Tell me, what do you want me to do with you, Puddin'" Chris whispers, making me freeze for a second. Him calling Joker's nickname to Harley made me see stars... and made me wet.
"i-i want you to fuck me..." i say softly.
"huh? i didn't hear you, baby." he says, now lifting his head to look at me.
"i-i want you to fuck me, Chris. Please!" i whine, already desperate.
Chris smirks at me "Good girl" he says before leaning to kiss me again.
While we kiss, he takes off my Harley Quinn Jacket and toss it to the side. He gives wet kisses down my face to my collarbone, where he stays as he takes off my boots.
"mmh, you're so hot, babygirl~" he mumbles as he kisses me.
i moan softly in response, my hands now trying to take his jacket off, which he helps me with.
After a while kissing, he's now in just his jeans as i still have almost the full costume on.
He grabs my jaw tightly and speaks, firmly "you gonna do justice to your costume and act like a little slut f'me?"
I look up at him with puppy eyes and nod. He smirks and whispers "Good girl~" He moves two of his fingers that was on my jaw and slide it into my mouth, pressing it on my tongue.
"Fuck, you look so good like this... oh, imma fuck you so so good today~" He speaks, in a sensual tone.
I moan against his fingers, swirling my tongue around it.
He then takes his fingers off my mouth qith a bop and attacks my lips again, then going down to my neck as his hadns go under my shirt, caressing my chest over my bra. He lifts my shirt and move his hands to my back, unbuckling my bra and taking it off, without taking off my Harley Quinn shirt.
He then leans and suck my nipples, which makes me moan "mmh Chris...please, i need you..."
Chris lets out a soft chuckle and grabs my jaw again, harshly, making me look at him "I'm the one in control, got it?" he says in a demanding tone. i just nod, looking up at him.
He nods back and start kissing and sucking my breasts again, now going down my stomach, until he reaches my red and blue tight shorts.
"i gotta take this off, it drove me crazy all night." he speaks, now pulling it down, letting me in my fishnet tights, my thongs and my Harley shirt. He looks down at me and bite his lip. Chris caress my thighs and spreads them, softly passing his hand in my clothed pussy, making me whimper. "Chris, Please..."
"Did you not hear me when i said i was in control??" he speaks in a serious tone "I'll do whatever i want with you, understand?"
I sigh softly and nod. "Good." he speaks before slapping my inner thigh hardly, earning a loud moan from me.
"God, you're so good to spank!" he says, slapping my other inner thigh hardly, i moan loud again.
"Turn around f'me, ma" he speaks to me and i immediately do it. He smirk down, looking at my ass, half covered with my square tights and he spanks my ass, strongly. i cry loud, burying my face in my pillow.
He grabs a fist of my hair and pull my head back, for me to look at him. "Don't wanna mess that make up yet, do ya?" i shake my head, whining from the pain in my scalp. He throws my head on the pillow again, now with my head to the side. He slaps my ass again, and again, and again, making me whine in pain, but also in pleasure.
The last time he slaps my ass, he spanks between my ass cheeks, making me moan loud. he lets out a soft chuckle from my reaction and say "Looks like someone likes to be spanked, isn't that truth?" i whine in response and he slaps the same place again, now gripping my hair again. "answer me. with words." he speaks firmly and demanding. "y-yeah, i do... i-... i l-like it..." i speak, whiny. He lets go of my hair and whispers in my ear "you're so pathetic, aren't you? Look at you, looking like a real whore f'me"
He slaps my ass again and turns me around one more time. He digs his fingers in my square tights, right between my legs, and he stretch it out, ripping it over my pussy. He looks at my sexy thong and he looks at me with a smirk. "is this for me?" I nod softly. He slaps my clothed pussy, making me whine loud, with a smirk. "Be ready, i think you'll need to~" he says to me, before ripping my thong and tossing it to the side.
Seeing him ripping my clothes always make me more turn on, seeing his arms muscles flex gives me butterflies.
He slides his finger through my wet slit and he says "so wet for me. such a little slut for liking me treating you like this." He pushes one finger in my hole, making me moan a bit. He keeps with it in, not moving, and he looks at me. "Look at you... I'd take a photo of you just to show everyone how much of a slut you are... looking so good just for me."
Suddenly, Chris pulls his finger out and slam three fingers into me, making me moan. He starts fingering me roughly, hardly and fast.
"O-oh Chris! fuck!" i moan, leaning my head back from the intense pleasure.
He, then, stops again, making me moan frustrated. "All fours. Now." he speaks demanding and i do it, my ass now almost at his face.
Chris slaps my ass and caress my wet cunt. "so beautiful like this, puddin'... so perfect~"
I whine softly in response and he stands up, unbelting his pants. He grabs his belt and hit the bed hardly with it. "If you do something i didn't tell you to, you'll pay for it. Got it?" i nod frantically.
He pulls down his pants and take them off, tossing it to the pile of clothes on the floor. he grips my hips and pull me to the egde of the bed, so he can fuck me while standing up. He grabs both my ponytails and pull my head back. "You gonne be a good girl and not cum for me while i say it, alright? Don't leave this position and don't scream too loud until i let you, alright?" He speaks in a firm and demanding tone.
"Yeah..." i speak softly. "Yeah, what?" Chris says, pulling even more my hair. "Y-yes, daddy..." i whine. Chris slaps my ass and throw my head forward "Good girl~".
Chris rubs his clother hard dick against my wet pussy, making me moan softly. "You're so wet you're making my boxers soaked. slut!" He pulls his boxers down and slams into me, making me scream loud. He lean over my back and slaps his hand on my mouth, pulling it back harshly. "What didn't you understand about not. screaming.?" I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut, and speak against his mouth "i'm sorry..."
Chris lets out a breathy mockingly laugh and takes his hand off my mouth, my head falling down harshly. "fucking pathetic." Chris mutters, now pulling slowly out of me. i whine at the sensation and then moan loud, trying hard not to scream, when he slams into me again.
Chris moves one hand to under my shirt, squeezing my breast, and the other to my hip, now starting to thrust in and out of my cunt.
I moan as he fucks me, slowly. "Chris, please..."
Chris stops middle-way and says demanding "First off, I'm not giving you eant you want. second, you're not calling me that."
I whine softly "S-sorry, daddy..." Chris slaps my ass again and start thrusting into me again, still slowly.
After a while, i give up on moaning and i stay quiet. My head down with my eyes squeezed shut. Chris notices that and start going faster, hitting my g-point every time he pushes into me. i moan and i lean down to rest on my elbows, my back arched and my ass higher.
Chris slaps my ass again and groans lowly. "mmh, baby~ why are you so hot and perfect? looking like a real slut like this, while your pussy clenches around me. fuck!" He starts punding harder, slapping my ass a few more time.
I moan deep, trying to not be loud though. Chris keeps pounding into me until my cunt starts clenching too much around his cock. He stops and speaks "You ain't cummin' now, bitch. You know what happens if you do." and starts fucking me hard again. i start moaning louder, trying my hardest to not cum. I whine "p-puddin'... p-please... i-i can't..."
Chris slaps my ass the hardest he can and says, roughly "No. You're not cummin, Y/N. Or should i call you..." he leans over me, putting his mouth right behing my ear "Harley?".
I can feel the knot in my stomach almost exploding ad he whispers that to me. I can't believe I'm finally realizing this fantasy.
He feels my pussy clenchong more around him as he says that and he laughs, smacking my ass again. "oh, you liked it, dont you? you want me to call you Harley? Is that it?"
i nod frantically, barely able to speak at the point. "Words." Chris says roughly, pouding into me roughly.
"o-oh.. y-yeah, d-daddy! p-please, c-call me t-that! o-oh, fuck, its so g-good! p-please!" i whine slightly loud, tears forming in my eyes already.
Chris smirks and start fucking me harder and faster. "fuck, ma! s-such a fucking slut! such a whore f'me!" he says, groaning. I'm so glad i told Chris i liked being degrated! I'm wetter than i was supposed to.
i keep moaning loudly "d-daddy, please! i-i need to cum! p-please lemme cum!" i whine.
Suddenly, Chris pulls out and turn me around, so we're now in missionary.
Chris slams into me again and puts his hand around my neck, hard enough to hurt but not for me to be breathless. "If you gonna cum, I'll see you cum. Gotta see that pretty face with that prettu make up all messed up." He puts his hand on my face and slides it down, messing even more my Harley Quinn makeup.
He, then, slides two fingers into my mouth the deepest he can, fucking my mouth as he fuck my cunt. He starts pounding roughly again, making me scream against him fingers, also gagging a bit.
My eyes starts rolling back with tears, just as my back arching and hips jerking up, feeling myself really close to the edge.
"Look at you. All fucked up like a whore. You really became Harley Quinn, didn't you? That hot bitch. I bet you wanna fuck every guy of the city, don'chu? fuck, puddin'. you're so fucking beautiful." Chris speaks between groans as he pounds into me. i start moaning even louder as i feel myself not being able to hold my orgas anymore. My cunt clenching around Chris' cock just makes him groan and moan more.
"Cum. Cum f'me, Harley. C'mon, babygirl, cum for daddy~" Chris whispers in my ear. That gives me thw final push and i finally cum in his cock. Not a simple orgasm, though. All of ths roleplay and dirty talk made me cum hard and squirt all over Chris, which makes him cum inside of me and collapse on top of me.
We both panting hard and shaking. We stay there for a while and then Chris pulls out, laying next to me.
"You did so good f'me, Harl..." He speaks softly, caressing my cheek
"y-you too, puddin'..." i say softly, still panting.
Chris leans and kissed my lips, a long peck. When he pulls away, he looks down at me, admiring me. "Why didn't you tell me this before? This was the best sex I've done in my life..."
i smile softly at him and speak softly, now turning to face him, "I'm sorry for that... if i get another kink, I'll promise to tell ya!"
i hope you liked it! pls comment what you think, I'd appreciate it! :) xoxo
THIS.
https://www.tumblr.com/kiarastromboli/751990497125498880/did-greek-god-built-you-themselves-because-girlll
Come over then🤭🤭
Drop the adress 🫡
Did greek god built you themselves because girlll. Like If I wasn’t straight I would definitely go for you omg
I can be a man just for you 😏
mommy 🧎
I like that dont stop
https://www.tumblr.com/kiarastromboli/751807882007330816/idk-if-it-was-just-me-but-the-anon-ask-that-gave?source=share
im sorryyy i didnt mean to make it seem backhanded, i have autism im not very good with social queues :((
kiara is so so gorgeous i literally love her, I never intended to be mean <33
It’s okay dont worry I love you more 🫶🏻💖
how to look like kiarastromboli no glue no borax (in other words this js means ur so pretty)
I just wanna kiss you on the mouth rn
https://www.tumblr.com/kiarastromboli/751856799296159744/thats-why-youre-an-immigrant-and-youre
They deleted their account😭😭😭
Fucking pussy lmaooo
I hope they're okay tho :/
Why are yall trying to steal my wife rn 😭
It's not what it looks like pookie 😔
you are GORGEOUS like WHAT
all those people who are calling you ugly can literally fall off of a ferris wheel, especially since they're too pussy to not do it anonymously. You are literally the prettiest girl i've ever seen in my life <3
Thank you sweetheart love you 🫶🏻
awee thank youuuu!! but i’m so unbelievably serious, every time i see you on here i melt. also i thank you bc you’re the reason i got tumblr in the first place(i was reading your stories on ao3 and saw you had an account on here and i wanted to check it out) but anyways… i really do think you’re beautiful and i can tell you have a kind soul. i’m also sorry abt the fuck ass anons on here they suck. 🫶🫶
I'm really happy to hear that I introduced you to Tumblr!! Thank you so much for your compliments I'm really bad at responding to them 😭 but it's really super nice of you 💖 I do believe that you have a kind soul too.🫶🏻🫶🏻
i genuinely think you’re the prettiest person i’ve ever seen in my life and i’m not joking like i’ve got heart eyes rn
Don’t say that!! 😭 There are so many beautiful people on Earth (and I’m 100% sure you’re one of them) I really don’t think I’m the prittiest but thank you so much🫶🏻 That’s way too kind of you you’re going to melt my heart 🥹💖
i just nutted to your face reverela you're so pretty
Oh! 😀 It's always a pleasure to help… I suppose! But ty 🫶🏻🫶🏻
