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  1. Grace and Frankie's Kinky Bits by , ,

    Fandom: Grace and Frankie (TV), Orange is the New Black

    07 Mar 2023

    Summary

    In most of them Grace and Frankie are in an established relationship, but the fics are in no chronological order.
    The common thing: in each of them there's a kink or a festish explored, even lightly, by our gay gals.

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    night steals by Anonymous

    Fandoms: Succession (TV 2018)  

    16 Jun 2024

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    Roman can't sleep. Gerri helps in spite of herself

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    17 Dec 2024

    Bookmarker's Notes

    “Roman.” Her voice slices through the night and nearly makes her wince.
    He’s halfway around the block, but he hears her, freezes, stays with his back to her. He’s close to the wall. He puts a hand out as if to steady himself, but it slips through empty air. He drags it through his hair instead.
    --

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    blitz by

    Fandoms: Succession (TV 2018)  

    30 Sep 2024

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    Gerri and Roman attend a charity fundraiser at a museum and find inspiration in art.

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    15 Dec 2024

    Bookmarker's Notes

    “What, not an art lover anymore?” Gerri sneered. She was staring daggers at him, and he was about to protest when he caught the sparkle in her eye. She already knows what it is. She looks around to ensure no one is nearby, and when she speaks again, it’s a familiar growl. “Get back down there and tell me what it says.”
    Oh fuck.
    Roman swept his eyes across the aisle behind her and fiddled with a button on his shirt before dropping back down onto the kneeler and clearing his throat.
    --
    He pulled a hand out of his pocket to run his fingers through his hair, and just as he was about to replace it, he was struck with the realization. Fuck it. Instead of shoving his hand back into his pocket, he stepped next to Gerri and put his arm behind her back, wrapping it around her and resting his hand on her waist. He flexed the top joins of his fingers so that they would dig into her. He wanted to feel how soft her body was through the layers of fabric that were supposed to firm it. He wanted to be able to look at the picture tomorrow and remember how it felt to feel her tense under his fingertips and how warm she was against his wrist. He leaned toward her, pulling her side against him, and she looked at him. To an outside party, this was professional, familiar, sure, but professional. To them, her face would look natural and neutral. To him, this was explicit, even dangerous. To him, her face was still, but her eyes were sparkling in the light of his daring.
    --
    “Tell me the rules,” she said as she lifted one foot. He quickly dropped a hand from the armrest to the top of his thigh and she replaced it with her foot. She let the other continue to hang as she ran her fingertips up her thigh, pushing the skirt of her dress up.
    Roman blinked hard before he recited them. “No touching. Keep my eyes open. Give you what you need.”
    --
    “Fuck,” she whispers as her fingers make their way back, slipping and sliding through the slime he left there. She plunges the two fingers back inside herself, coated entirely in him, and she makes quick work of her clit with the other hand. She was rubbing harder than he had ever seen. His mind was hazy, and when she came her legs spasmed so hard that he thought she might fall off the desk. This was his favorite part.
    --
    “I can’t fucking wait to pump my come into you myself.”
    She gasped. Her body shook and convulsed. A sound came up out of her belly that he had never heard before. For the very first time, Gerri came first. He palmed himself through his slacks for no more than three seconds before he couldn’t hold on any longer.
    --
    Her panties ended up hooked on her ankle, and when she put her foot against the cushion next to Roman’s head, the satin fabric was lying against the front of his shoulder. He could smell them, and it took every ounce of strength he had not to rub his face into them or put them into his mouth like a gag.
    Gerri pushed to the edge of the table and looked down. She dropped her left foot between Roman’s thighs and nudged them further apart. His cock jumped and he leaned forward because he didn’t expect her to touch him.
    --
    “Fuck, I want to taste you. Gerri, I know you taste so good.”
    She tried too hard to restrain the moans, but it was a losing battle. She opened her eyes and looked down at him and his big, pleading eyes. She had never let him. He had practically begged, but never had she pulled her fingers out and extended them to him again. Until now.
    --
    “Fuck. Rome— I need—”
    She saw the lights behind his eyes flicker back on as he was pulled back to reality by hearing his name on her lips in that tone. Pulled back to how badly she wants him. How badly she needs him right now.
    “Here, I’ll—” In one motion he dropped his hand from her panties and reached for her wrist, separating her from her swollen clit. He looked up at her before leaning in and running his tongue hard over her nub while a whimper shook through his throat.
    She froze and started to gasp, taken by surprise, but when he closed his lips over her and sucked… that gasp turned into a groan. She felt her muscles clamping down on the fingers that had stilled inside her. He sucked and tongued at her in an unpracticed manner, but she didn’t need refinement right now. She just needed him, and he was giving her what she needed. She rewarded him with a hand in his hair, pushing him as close as he could get without actually being inside her. And imaging just that, how it would feel to have him slip inside, she came. She came hard, squeezing his head with her thighs, squeezing her fingers with her cunt, gripping his hair like her life depended on it.

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    'Cause it's All the Same to Me by

    Fandoms: Succession (TV 2018)  

    07 Oct 2020

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    He’s never lived in a place that shares a floor with neighbors, always had a fucking penthouse, but this place shares a small hallway with two other units and the idea of that is so nauseating and claustrophobic that he has to smother it all under five hours of drinking before he can bring himself to sign the papers...

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    11 May 2023

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    “Don’t be lame,” he says as he picks up his scotch, gesturing with the glasses. “I named him after the fucking piercing.”
    She laughs at that, mouth still full of ice cream, has to cover her lips with her hand to keep it from coming out, and Roman beams, feeling victorious, fucking triumphant.
    --
    “You turned yourself into a really fine human, family be damned,” she says, arms around him, and he sags into her here. Didn’t know that he needed to hear that until she was telling him, her cheek smooshed against his.
    --
    “You deserve only the best.” He floats it like a joke but he means it, really means it, and he’s struck here by how much better she deserves than him.
    “Of course I do,” she says, mirroring his tone. “Apparently I’m perfect.”
    --
    She kisses him when he leans in to ask her what’s up - kisses him right there, out on the street, traffic whizzing by on one side and the morning sun on his neck.
    It’s quick and she tries to sit back afterward, but he grabs her face gently, pulling her back. Kisses her again, her glasses digging ever so slightly into his face.
    --
    “You couldn’t even bother to text me for three days,” she hisses, his tongue circling her clit. “Not even a single phone call with you panting away in my ear. So fucking selfish, Roman.”
    --
    “We can’t do this in the car,” she says, but she isn’t pushing him off, one hand on his ass and the other palming him through his pants.
    “No,” he shakes his head. Stopping her when he feels her unzipping him a minute later, his body swaying as they maneuver through traffic. “Don’t. I’ll come all over you.” She makes a desperate little noise at that,
    --
    He can see the moment she really wakes up because her eyes focus in on him, watching him as he stares down at her, a dopey expression probably on his face. She turns her head, kissing one of his fingers, and he freezes, feels something familiar spark up in his belly.
    --
    “You turned down a threesome with two models -“
    “Downmarket models!”
    “But you don’t trust yourself to sleep in the same bed with me.”
    “Well you’re you,” he fails,
    --
    (...)but one of them is a woman lying mostly naked on a chaise, a blush spreading across her face, and Roman remembers that first night with Gerri, her sitting naked on his bed and talking to him while her face was still flushed from sex.
    --
    “We have to be more responsible than this,” she says, but the words are breathy and she’s holding his head in place while he mouths at the part of her chest that he can access over her top.
    --
    “Is Gerri short for Geraldine?” Tom asks
    “It is,” Gerri replies, absolutely no expression on her face. “And interestingly enough, all three of the people who referred to me by that name are already dead.” She nods at the server setting her plate down. “Maybe that isn’t causation or even correlation, but I wouldn’t court the risk if I were you.”
    Roman chokes on his wine at that.
    --
    “Keep it,” he says. “Your job is not to drop it.” She makes a disgruntled noise at that but holds onto the drink while he nuzzles her with his mouth, his lips already kissing the skin he can touch.
    --
    “Do you want us to start with the skinny dipping stories, or...“ Gerri closes her eyes when Elizabeth says that, Roman whipping around to smirk at her.
    --
    “You owe me hours of this,” he says, rubbing at her clit as he slides into her, his other hand on her breast. “I waited too many days to be satisfied with a bathroom quickie when what I want is my head between your legs. Fuck you until my tongue goes numb.”
    --
    He can fuck her with both his tongue and his fingers from this angle, and for a minute she just hovers above him, gasping and stuttering, her motionless hand wrapped about his dick.
    --
    “You have to be quiet, all those people a room away. Wouldn’t want them to hear the stone cold killer bitch having a quickie in her executive bathroom.”
    She moans softly at that, her head falling back against his chest while he cups her over her panties.
    --
    Those same tiny, circular motions she made with Shiv, duplicated as Kendall lies there, obviously crying behind his sunglasses, and when Gerri looks up, meets Roman’s gaze, she gives him a small, sad smile. Like she thinks she’s supposed to offer him something more here even though she’s already given him so much,
    --
    “Well your son did a number on the last hip,” Gerri announces, Roman freezing in his chair. “We’ll see if this new one holds up to the abuse.”
    He sees Connor go slack jawed and Tom spit his soup out - spits it right back into his bowl like some kind of fucking Charlie Chaplin reject

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    Night Off by for Dr_Amuly

    Fandoms: Succession (TV 2018)  

    13 Dec 2021

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    “Let’s set some ground rules,” she says. Roman’s pupils go wide. “Some very serious ground rules,” she repeats, slipping into the tone that makes him pant. Before she can say anything else, he slinks onto his knees on the carpet, goading her along. She has to hold back a smile.

    A missing scene from each episode of the third season.

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    08 Dec 2024

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    “If you’re a good boy I might let you rub my feet while I do my work, but so help me, if you get too curious, I will step on your balls with my heels and grind them till you sing.”
    Roman’s whole body shudders as he lets out a pathetic whimper.
    “God, please,” he begs, looking ready to slink onto the floor and grasp at her feet.
    --
    Gerri diplomatically struts over while coyly undoing the button of her blazer. Roman is sitting with his hands on his thighs and his knees spread comfortably.
    “You know you’re too dirty for me to touch you, right?” she says, staring down at his crotch with an expression of distaste.
    Roman whines. “Please, I’ll take anything.”
    --
    “Do I miss being twenty-five and putting cock cages on Yale law professors? Yeah, of course I miss it.”
    Roman laughs. “Christ, ease off, I can’t come again so quick.
    --
    She stands against the railing and lights a cigarette, her silhouette so beautiful against the skyline.
    “Has your dad asked you to spy on me?” she asks after blowing out a stream of smoke.
    Roman leans an elbow on the rail. “I mean, it’s hard not to spy when the walls are literally made of glass. But yeah, he told me to keep an eye on you. But you’re not exactly the gossip-bait he was hoping for. You just act competent all day long.”
    --
    Gerri gives a half-smile, then steps away to extinguish her cigarette in the ashtray bolted to the wall. Roman lets his fingers hover in the air, hoping he’ll get another hit if he’s patient enough.
    Gerri walks back over, and to his surprise, raises a hand to brush along his cheek. Roman’s first thought is she must be flicking away an eyelash or something, but then she does it again, and he can’t help but close his eyes in sheer bliss.
    --
    Under the cigarette smoke, he can smell her perfume, even though it’s all but worn off this late at night. He closes his eyes and leans forward, but is too cowardly to close the gap. She wouldn’t be heartless enough to turn away, right?
    She doesn’t. In the darkness, Roman feels her lips on his. His jaw slackens in a state of awe. He doesn’t need more than this. If she moves her hand to the back of his head it might just send him over the ledge.
    --
    “So checking out my ass every time I walk out the door isn’t filling the void?” he asks, shooting her a snarky glance.
    “Oh yeah, by the way, you either need to stop wearing briefs or stop getting your pants tailored so tight because I can see your panty lines.”
    Roman laughs, but it doesn’t hide the red that shoots to his cheeks, and the twinge of humiliation that makes his dick twitch. “So you’re saying I should go commando?”
    --
    “Listen,” he starts, “I know I’m not the pensioned widower you’re looking for, but God, the things I want you to do to me.” He looks over at her, and catches her eyes coyly darting at his lap. He plays it up, shifts closer, and finds himself enraptured by the bit of thigh visible where her skirt is hiked up against the seat.
    “I want you to ruin me,” he whispers. “Everywhere, all the time.”
    They stop at his intersection. The light is red, but turns green only a few seconds later, and after a beat of hesitation, Gerri turns left instead of right.
    Roman smiles. “My apartment is the other way,” he says, playing dumb.
    “I’m aware,” she replies.
    --
    Gerri doesn’t say anything. But after a few seconds, she reaches out and tenderly takes it in her hand. Roman flinches a bit at the cold metal of her ring.
    “Come here,” she says softly, then tugs on Roman’s arm a bit and encourages him to rest his chin on her shoulder. He scoots a bit closer and breathes in the perfume on her pulse point. She brings her free hand up to the back of his head and begins stroking his hair.
    --
    “I think you can come,” Gerri whispers while lightly running her nails down his scalp.
    “No, I really can’t.” Roman presses his face deeper into her shoulder.
    “Yes, you can.” The motherly warmth in her tone admittedly makes his skin tingle. “I don’t think you know how to properly touch yourself,” she whispers, and Roman gasps at how sensitive her fingers suddenly feel on the head of his cock. “I’m going to teach you,” she continues, her hand tightening at the base and loosening near the tip. “Kinky shit is fine. But sometimes it’s a Sunday afternoon and you’re alone and you just need to get off without making a spectacle.”
    Roman sighs against her shoulder and presses a hand on her thigh.
    “Yes, teach me,” he begs.
    --
    “Why are you settling for me?” she asks in return.
    “What?” he laughs. “You hear yourself? Gerri, I wasn’t kidding. I’ll fucking marry you.”
    Gerri shuts her eyes and rubs at the back of her neck. She has no one to blame for this but herself.
    “I’m sorry for giving you so much hope,” she says, too cowardly to even look Roman in the eye.

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    I'm Not In Love by

    Fandoms: Succession (TV 2018)  

    16 Nov 2024

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    Roman and Gerri see each other at Shiv's daughter's birthday party. Gerri's almost retired, Roman's out of Waystar, producing movies. Gerri has a young, French boyfriend.
    Roman and Gerri are convinced that they hate each other. However, that's not the whole truth.

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    14 Dec 2024