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moonchild1 · 9 months ago

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park jimin fic rec list (Ⅲ)

woah it really has been a long time since i posted but i am so glad to be back and to get back into reading i saw so many of my favourite authors have updated and i am beyond excited to start this journey again but in the mean time here's jimin rec list as promised it was so exciting finishing this list cause i got so nostalgic making it and reading all the old fics i had on my reading list ughhh i just loved it so much and it got me back into the swing of things and i cant wait to make more lists, i do have another jjk list ready and i will post it the day after tomorrow so i hope you enjoy this one and don't forget to show all the love and support in the world to these amazing authors they work so hard to create these fics for us and they deserve endless praise and love for the commitment and generosity they have so please do leave them a comment, heart or reblog a small comment can go a long way here and can make someone smile even bigger so dont don't shy away from making someone happy... as usual you guys know this fics i recommend contain smut so minors don't interact you will be blocked... i really do love hearing from you guys so if you do have a little fic you are super into right now and you just want to rant about how amazing it is feel free to send me an ask 😊🖤

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plot twist by @xpeachesncream f s a

↳ jimin isn’t interested in fake dating, but he’s definitely interested in getting to know someone the right way. after all, he feels like he’s ready to put himself out there and give it all he’s got. so, he takes a risk in trying something completely out of his comfort zone and hops on the new, popular dating app - only to come across and get to know someone he didn’t expect to meet.

a remedy for mondays by @dovechim s

↳ all you wanted was just one day off work. but for that to happen, you need to invent a plausible reason. and then somehow, somewhere along the way, things get out of hand, and now people think you’re having a baby with your co-worker Park Jimin after a one-night stand. confused? join the club.

it’s okay, that’s love by @/dovechim f s a deals with deep subjects

↳ People are constantly making some kind of connection with each other- be it friendship or romance. But human bonds always lead to messy complications; commitment, sharing, driving people to the airport, letting them get up close and personal with the darkest parts of ourselves. And sure- it’s scary as hell to watch them cross those boundaries you’ve so meticulously drawn, but it’s okay, because that’s love.

so it goes by @/dovechim f s

↳ Park Jimin knows a lot about humans. of course he does, he studies them for a living. he knows that they say hello by holding hands, and when they say goodbye, they put their arms around each other. but this particular human, he notes, is unlike the rest- stuck in a slump, going about your day praying for the Universe to stage an intervention in the form of an alien abduction. when he decides to finally fulfil your wishes, he finds that you have a little something to teach him about what it means to live life on Earth the way you do: ugly crying, underwear and all. in return, he shows you the possibilities that abound if you simply adopted their mantra: everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.

love again by @taestefully-in-luv f s a

↳ A friend of yours is eager to introduce you to her new man but what happens when Park Jimin, the man who broke your heart 5 years ago walks in through the door?

the other woman: the seduction and the illusion by @namjooningelsewhere f s a

↳ No one told you being the other woman would never be easy, No one told you that his love would be two sides to a same coin. No one told you he came to you because you were his escape to his demons. No one told you he would always call you his, but he would never be yours. And most importantly no one told you, He never loved you because you dont destroy the people you love.

FUTURE HEARTS by @jungblue f s a ft. jjk

↳ It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.

after the applause by @foxymoxynoona

↳ Jimin doesn't know how he would have made it this far after the shattering of his world without the support of his thoughtful, generous, helpful neighbor. Hanbyul has lived next to hottie Jimin and his adorable daughter for years now, long enough to remember the wife he was so devoted to and lost far too young. With each safely ensconced on their side of the brick wall of the Parks' grief, it will take an enterprising little scientist to set the stage for a second chance at love.

saved by @to-star-lake s a

rockstar au deep subjects read warnings

midnight memories by @hobipaint f s a

↳ there's drunk habits, and then there's drunk mistakes. What do you call meeting your friend - no, ‘former friend’ - at a bar, getting drunk with him and sleeping- 'accidentally' - with him? especially when everyone already knows that you stay away from him as much as the day does from night?

Easy. You forget about it.

heartbreak chronicles by @sugaxjpg s

↳ Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.

drifting by@hongcherry f a

↳ After being assigned different partners for your midterm routine, your and Jimin’s relationship starts to deteriorate when you both begin spending more time away from each other and with your assigned partners instead.

growing pains by @taleasnewastime f s a

↳ Growing up the daughter of the boss of a gang is never easy, but normally the problems are around being given too many responsibilities, or the risk of being connected to a gang leader, or wanting to escape but not being able to. But you’ve got a different problem, you want more responsibility, want to be like your brother who’s been named heir, want a role in the family gang. Your whole life you’ve been denied what you want, being born a female seemingly your main issue; perceived as weak, naïve, trying to step above your station. But as unsupportive and dismissive as your family is, there is always the bright light that is Jimin; the boy you love but can never have.

tuqburni by @solastia f s a ft.myg

↳ You’ve spent two years building a life with Yoongi who you loved more than anything in the world. Now, his ex-boyfriend Jimin is back in the picture, and Yoongi begs you not to make him choose between the two of you, offering the choice of a polyamorous relationship. Though your heart is shattered, you agree.

stardust by @venusjeon f a

↳ struck by your beauty, Jimin begs to paint you naked behind the world's back so as not to stain your influential family—his patrons—with scandal.

drift by @snackhobi f s

↳ You used to think that there was nothing better than the sensation of coming first place. However, your rival- the talented, gorgeous, dangerous Park Jimin- is more than happy to prove you wrong.

the deli diaries by @jimlingss f

↳ Working at a grocery store deli is absolutely unbearable (and you’re also perfectly aware of how dramatic you are). But it seems like something, or rather, someone might make the job a bit more manageable.

best of me by @xotoosweet f a

↳ when he tells the story of how he met you in a few years, he'll claim that it was meant to be. you'll laugh and call it a coincidence. it was a coincidence that on the first day of summer semester, he decided to go on a run (though he claimed he always ran in the mornings). it was a coincidence that he chose a less traveled path in the university arboretum that morning. and it was definitely a coincidence that you were there, sitting on the rail of the river bridge.

the ten days of ex-mas by @kpopfanfictrash f s a

↳ Three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling.

strip by @yoonia f s a

↳ Summary | Everything you have done has always been about surviving life and raising your child on your own. Having someone else caring about you was the last thing you had expected. Especially when that someone is the same man you have watched performing every night on stage and secretly admired. But will he run the moment he finds out about your little secret waiting at home?

falling by @/yoonia s a

↳ For Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever need—his assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?

wrapped around by @jjkfire ft. kth f s a

↳ Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

baby, baby by @hobiwonder f s a

↳ When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

love at first touch by bagelswrites (ao3)

↳ The first time you meet your soulmate, it leaves a bruise on both of you at the point of contact. From then on, your body begins rejecting any sustenance other than the touch of your soulmate. The trick is, the bruises take a few hours to appear, so you have to figure out who you've touched and find them before you starve to death. But once you do, all you ever need is them. So what happens if you're an idol and you meet your soulmate at a fan event?

our little family by @nightbts f a

↳ you were living a simple life filled with simple dreams; combining your two most loved things in life, children and teaching, you were starting out your career as a teacher at the local pre-school. but little did you know, how one child and her very special father, would change your simple life into something extraordinary

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brand new eyes by @missgeniality s

↳ Jimin’s eyes had potential to ruin you, and tonight you test the damage.

waves by @shina913 s

↳ It's Valentine's Day and your boyfriend decides to spice things up with a little surprise for you.

failure to communicate by @gukslut s

↳ Enemies to Lovers/ College AU

physical by @ppersonna f s

↳ you cant seem to escape the sexy fitness instructor that seemingly is everywhere you turn. it’s enough to make you irrational.

good for you by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids s

↳ Jimin can’t help the way he drowns himself in you. Why should he anyway?

ho-ho-home by @jjungkookislife s a

↳ Golden neighbor extraordinaire, Park Jimin, is (unintentionally) stealing your spotlight this holiday season. Despite your one sided rivalry with him, all Jimin wants is for you to remember him, to remember your past and hopefully create a future with you.

100km/hour by @chateautae s

↳ what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he’s dressed as an angel, and you’re in the sluttiest devil costume ever?

what it's like by @jimilter s

↳ You’ve always heard great tales about how good the infamous fuckboy on campus, Park Jimin, is in bed, and wondered if there could be any truth behind these claims when the guy looks like an angel with his cheruby cheeks and precious smiles. So when a new gossip starts to circulate about how ‘hard he hits’, you have had enough of the suspense and decide to finally sample him yourself.

feel your touch by @/jimilter f s a

↳ You have always known yourself to be a sexual switch in bed, flipping between exercising and submitting control according to different situations and partners. And this camboy you are addicted to, one that seems to kinda reciprocate your interest, submits so beautifully that you just want to command him. But when things progress to levels you never anticipated, you end up discovering pleasant surprises that might just change your life.

the prince’s cinderella syndrome by @/jimilter f s a ft jjk

↳ He shows up at Halloween, every year, dressed the same, and leaves at midnight like some Cinderella. You would think he was a prankster if his eyes didn't look like they contained all the sadness in the world. You don't know him - no one on campus does. You don't know why he appears only once a year. You don't know why he never smiles. But you can't help falling in love with him. Even if he breaks your heart when he abandons you at midnight, again.

scream your panties by @opaljm s a

↳ As your midterms have ended and Halloween has arrived, you are looking forward to a pleasant time relaxing and enjoying the festivities at your sorority and Jimin’s frat houses. Luck is not in your favor, though, because things keep going wrong like a trail of dominoes falling – the only upside to your slowly deteriorating day being that you get to end it with your boyfriend’s delicious self between your legs.

first snow, last kiss by @taeshobipop f s a

↳ He broke your heart four years ago; the old loving memories of your time together now tainted by pure betrayal. Yet in the haze of new snow, after returning home for the first time, the moments you had once convinced yourself were nothing but a lie, reveal themselves to be otherwise.

antifreeze by @winetae s

↳ Jimin participates in the school’s adaption of The Nutcracker for extra credit but doesn’t expect his new dance partner to a) be this bad at dancing and b) be this fucking cute

what she likes by @untaemedqueen f s

idol au husband au marriage au

only you by @personasintro f s a

↳ you’ve been always there for your best friend, even when he became a single dad

sucker by @/personasintro s a

↳ You wish you'd pay more attention to Jimin. Like, how his eyes kept changing color. How cold his skin was, too unrealistically to be natural. Or one second, he flashed you with his sharp canines and the next one he didn't have any. How much he craved for you, but not the way you thought he was.

please, lie to me by @ressjeon s a

↳ "centuries of loyalty vs. only months of fucking, how could you miscalculate?"

summer synchrony by @seokkgenie f s a

↳ childhood friends to lovers

neon seoul @readyplayerhobi f s a

↳ It the city of New Seoul, another homicide isn’t newsworthy but instead just a statistic. But when the son of the mayor is murdered in an alley in a shady part of the city? Then it’s important. You and your partner, Detective Park Jimin, are given the honour of investigating the crime. Will you find out who killed him? Or will you fail?

serendipity by @btsracket s a ao3

↳ It's serendipitous. Jimin braces for darkness but finds his light instead.

the boyfriend concept by @/kpopfanfictrash s

↳ Win a Date with a Porn Star! You saw the sign when you walked in, of course, but you had no idea your friend dropped your name into the raffle. Fast-forward to later that day, when you actually win. You are horrified, of course, with no intention of accepting and setting yourself up for embarrassment. But then you meet Jimin, and decide this might be worth a shot.

Lovely Demons by @/kpopfanfictrash s a

↳ As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.

blue blood by @joonbird s a

↳ “Prince Jimin was born with blue blood. His coronation is rapidly approaching, but there are two requirements he must fulfil before becoming a king. He must have the skills to fight in battle, and he must have a Queen with blood as blue as his. You, a member of the royal guard, are assigned to teach Jimin the ins and outs of combat. You are not scared of death, of blood, or of battle. What you are scared of however, is falling in love with Jimin, the one man your blood decrees you can never have.”

i want to be with you by @oddinary4bts f s a

↳ moving to Seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is Park Jimin, and he's not the sweet angel you've always imagined him to be. Will the reality of Park Jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?

locked in love by @parkmuse f s a

↳ Getting locked in the mall on Christmas eve isn’t ideal, but getting locked in the mall with your brothers best friend that you haven’t seen in a while? Well, it might have been alright if you didn’t have feelings for him.

peaches and cream by @snackhobi s

↳ you wouldn’t mind your cute neighbour being such a shameless fuckboy if a) the walls weren’t so thin and b) he didn’t seem intent on adding you as another notch in his bedpost.

reset by @/dovechim s

↳ We are made of the pieces of what we remember, and we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there are memories to call our own, there can be no true loss. But Park Jimin has no such privilege.

the dark side of the moon by @/dovechim s

↳ falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but you’re only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, that’s when everything changes.

Unconditionally by @kstopping s a

↳ Jimin constantly torments you. But you love it.

Instinct by @evangelene f a

↳ A lost child appears into your life only to bring you closer Jimin–a man that you’d thought you’d hated once upon a time. Now all you want is to be there for the child, and maybe his father–but only if his mother gets the hell out of the way.

eternal sunlight by @kidguk f s a

↳ “college and soulmate au where the first words your soulmate will say to you are tattooed on your wrist. jimin thinks he met his soulmate exactly four months after he met and fell in love with you. you can’t explain your attraction or your feelings toward him, even though technically you’re meant to be with other people. taehyung and jungkook helpfully suggest that the universe might be glitching.”

foul play by @kimvtae f s a

↳ Everyone loves a good rivalry, and the students at your university are no exception. Unluckily for you, the rivalry of the decade is between yourself and a furiously irritating Park Jimin. A top gymnast and a basketball star shouldn’t cross paths, but Jimin makes his way into your heart before you can put a stop to it.

lost and found by @/kimvtae s a

↳ The only thing bigger than Park Jimin’s ass is his ego. After one too many scandals, after one too many mornings stumbling back to the dorms drunk or ruining the reputations of other idols, Jimin is given an ultimatum: complete a rehabilitation program in America or leave Bangtan.

if we were a movie by @/kimvtae f s a

↳ Friends with benefits never worked in the movies, but you and Jimin had been friends for so long, it was bound to work for you. Until, of course, Jimin gets a girlfriend, and you fear you may lose your friendship with him for good.

the pull of the tides by @goldenscript f s

↳ The expanse of the deep blue sea has always drawn you in. Each ebb and flow of the tides never ceasing to take your breath away. And now, a boy with hair as light as the morning sun and a smile just as bright does too.

hard to say by @floralseokjin f s a

↳you've had feelings for your best friend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t...?

↬looking for pjm library or the other members check out my library

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mewtwoandme · 4 months ago

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I was hoping this would all blow over, but since it's continuing to happen, now with people attacking other artists of the commewnity. I'm putting out my two fucking cents! Cause this whole art/character theft and pointing fingers, who stole what from who bullshit it driving me up the fucking wall!!

Long story short, it started with me and one other blog whose name I won't mention publicly. Despite the horrible light they tried to paint me in, I don't want anyone going to this person and ganging up on them. This person had some serious bitterness towards more "popular" artists and claimed that I've made characters similar to theirs and once used a pose they apparently used before (which was a very common pose, considering it was a reference from the game version of mega Y). Since then, they had desperately tried to conjure up evidence, narrowing down to the most miniscule detail how I've been stealing from them when I hadn't even known their blog existed until I was forcefully thrown into that unnecessary drama with the unhinged call-out posts they've made. With this being said, I'd like to point out that they never came to me or addressed this concern with me in the first place. They had every opportunity to privately DM me if they had suspected I was "stealing," but no, simply because they already made up their mind that I was a thief, that was a good enough reason to lack common fucking sense and decency, making what should have been a private issue public, going on to villainize and dehumanize me. And apparently, it hasn't stopped with me either, cause recently I've been seeing other artists in the community having to deal with this where people are being white knights on high horses, pointing fingers on how one artist's mewtwo looks "the same" if not "totally identical" as another artist's mewtwo. I refuse to believe it's a coincidence. But what makes me disgusted is that since TC's post, apparently it's had the opposite effect on some people and they're hopping on this blame bandwagon like it's some damn media trend!!!

This is NOT okay! Nothing about this kind of behavior is funny! It's upsetting to all of us. We dont need you causing problems where there isn't any, thinking you're doing us a favor! The majority of us are adults for gods sake! We are old enough where we don't need other people coming to us being tattle tails saying this person did this and that. That's what little children do! If you suspect any form of theft, I think I speak for ALL creators in this commewnity that we'd prefer you DM us privately saying something like "Hey, I think this person is copying you, might wanna look into it." And if possible, provide a link to the art in question, for which we would kindly thank you for making us aware and we'll handle it ourselves from there. Just a brief, yet SIMPLE interaction...that's all we ask!!! Don't even come at me with "Well, it's scary attempting to talk to an artist that's well known." Or dare I say ~pOpUlAr~ If you claim that taking the first step to send me a quick DM makes you nervous, yet you have no problem making public call outs in posts or asks, belittling and degrading what could actually be innocent artists doing nothing wrong, literally leaving yourself open to all kinds of comments and opinions from all kinds of people....I'm sorry but your anxiety isn't as bad as you say it is then, if being rude and ignorant in a public post/ask is easier for you. If you come to us, shaming someone else who 9/10 probably isn't doing anything wrong, thinking you'll be in our good graces for doing so, sorry, you're not going to be told, "Good job!" with a pat on the back and given a lollipop! You're just being an asshole.

Quick reality check for everyone who's made it this far before I end this train wreck of a rant:

People can have similar ideas that coincide with one another! There's only so much you can do when a whole community is focused around drawing the same character! We mainly draw mewtwos and mews, you're bound to find a plethora of similar colors, patterns, and designs because of it! Creativity only goes so far when trying to stay true to a character and not stray too far. It's not a crime to take inspiration from other artists' characters, we actually encourage this! It makes us feel good that you liked something we've done and you want to incorporate it into your own designs! It makes us happy that we inspired you! The line is crossed when someone does a literal copy/paste of a character down to the exact detail, and they call it their own original creation. That my friends is what stealing actually is!

#im just so done...#i feel bad for the person who creates a mewtwo and gives them a scarf #cause god forbid people will think they're copying TC or some bullshit like that #with that kind of logic nobody is allowed to make mewtwos with vitiligo!#Blu had it first therefore I own the concept of vitiligo! nobody else can use it or else I'll accuse you of stealing!#sorry i don't make the rules #will i regret making this rant later?#...probably #😮‍💨

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giuseppe-yuki · 4 months ago

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feathers

alex albon x cockatiel shapeshifter! reader

w.c.: 1.2k

warnings: one suggestive comment

part of my shapeshifting!reader series

summary: you annoy alex; ft. james vowles

picture credits from pinterest :)

the parc ferme was packed with people as you fluttered around alex’s head, feathers swaying in the wind. he wasn’t hard to follow, considering his tall 6’1 figure and unmistakable forest green aa23 hoodie. the crowds parted like moses and the red sea as he crossed, recognizing him as 1 of the 20 drivers on the grid. from your birds-eye view, you were pretty sure you saw zak efron five meters away from you next to the red bull garage and scotty james hovering around daniel’s blue vcarb next door.

nobody batted an eye at your presence- they all assumed you were just one of the many albon pets.

chittering, you land on alex’s shoulder and give him a few hard pecks with your beak, ripping out a few strands of his bleached hair. you giggle internally- he was so easy to annoy when you were in cockatiel form.

“hey!” he protests, stopping in his tracks front of the aston martin garage. he raises his hand, about to forcefully push you off his shoulder for being mean. before alex is able to, he spots two young fans, sporting fernando alonso caps, looking at him. not wanting to be labeled as “alex albon the bird assaulter,” he slowly lowers his hand, and instead converts it to an awkward wave. to avoid another awkward situation, he takes off running towards his original destination, the williams garage, but not before shooting a glare at you.

when you arrive at the williams garage, you find logan standing in front as well. alex waves his hand in greeting and you chirp in a greeting.

“took you long enough,” logan quips, smiling. “james called for you a while ago!”

“well, i would have gotten here quicker if this cockatiel would stop being irritating!” alex says, gesturing towards you. turning his head towards you, he places a kiss on top of your feathery little head. “you’re kinda lucky that i love you, or else i would probably have donated you to the zoo!” he jokes.

for the second time that evening, you give peck his head, hard.

logan laughs at the interaction in front of him. “if you’d like, i know a hawk that can act as ‘animal control’ for you! she’s back at home in miami right now, though.”

the gall of this man! you know logan is joking, but still, you hop off of alex’s shoulder and purposely fly at logan’s face, flapping your feathers in the direction of his eyes.

“okay, okay, okay,” logan laughs, trying to cover his face, “tell your girlfriend to stop attacking me or else i’m sending my girlfriend after her when you guys come to the states!”

ten minutes later, when you enter the air-conditioned williams motorhome, you are dressed in a flowy white pants and a williams blue silk halter top. you loop your arm through alex’s as he asks his race strategist the whereabouts of his team principal.

when he finishes with his conversation, he leads you towards his driver’s room

“i thought you came here to meet james,” you question, looking up at alex.

“yeah, i did,” he responds, “but apparently he had to have a quick meeting with the engineers and will find me later, so i guess we have a little time to rest in my driver’s room before the race.” a flashes a devilish smile and little wink at you.

a flash of shock runs across your face, and you shoot him a dirty glare. “we are NOT doing that in your drivers room.”

“what do you mean?” he replies innocently, “ when i said rest, i meant that we could maybe chill on the couch and watch a little bit of high school musical- i saw you looking at zac efron in parc ferme earlier.”

you groan exasperatedly, but follow him into the small room.

when you first started dating alex, he was always ever the gentleman, complimenting you and whispering sweet things into your ear when you were with him. you trusted him with all your heart, and instead of freaking out when you told him that you could shapeshift into a cockatiel, he immediately started researching info about cockatiels and began carrying sunflower seeds around for you. as time passed, your relationship evolved into a loop of you bullying alex in bird form and him teasing you nonstop in public. (he obviously still knew your limit though, and was always the sweetest behind closed doors)

you hop on the couch as alex navigates to disney+ on the tv and starts the movie. he places his arm around your shoulder and leans his head against yours. you curl up into him, breathing in the smell of him. to your disappointment, within in the first twenty minutes, alex is dead asleep on the couch. you frown, lifting his arm off of you. you were about the shake him awake when you came up with a brilliant idea.

turning back into your cockatiel form, you shake off your loose feathers onto the couch. you smile to yourself. alex hated when you left your feathers everywhere. you pick up a feather or two with your beak, and place it strategically on the floor. one on the couch hand rest, three on alex’s head, two behind the couch (when you placed those, you found a giant glossy picture of george russell behind the couch?? you’ll have to talk to him about that later). after arranging the finishing touches, you nudge alex’s cheek with your feathery head to wake him up. as soon as he opens his sleepy eyes, he immediately sees the absolute mess you made everywhere. but before he could say a word, a knock sounds from the door.

“alex, it’s james,” says the voice outside the door.

alex’s eyes widen, and (screw his ultra-quick reflexes) proceeds to quickly snatch you off of his lap and unceremoniously shoves you inside a nearby drawer. he slides it shut, except for a little crack so you could breathe.

oh you were gonna kill him.

you hear the door open, and footsteps into the room.

“hey, says james, “so i was gonna come here to talk to you about a chassis problem, but i think that it would be better if we could talk about it as a team in a meeting after the race. i was going to send you an email about it, but since i was passing by your drivers room, i just wanted to pop in in-person to let you know.”

you hop towards the crack and raise an eye to see through. alex is standing awkwardly, half in front of the coach with his hands next to his sides, pointedly trying to block the mess of feathers on the couch.

“err.. yeah! of course!” your boyfriend says.

as if just noticing the feathers all over the couch, james raises an eyebrow. “did you kill a bird in here or are you making an art project?” he asks, looking at alex with an incredulous look.

“art project,” alex responds, almost immediately.

“okay.” james says, in a tone that suggested he didn’t really believe alex. he turns to leave, hand on the handle. but before he does, he turns around. “wait a second, i could have sworn logan said that you were in here with your girlfriend?”

a/n: second installment of the series! ( i wrote this at 3am) if you didn't get the george russell picture reference, here's a link to a video that i watched: link

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daisynik7 · 1 year ago

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“Earned it” by The Weeknd for Levi Ackerman- Smut + Fluff

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Earned It

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~7.0k

cw: yakuza au, modern setting au, adult themes, gang-related violence, mentions of blood, explicit language, fluff, smut – fingering, cunnilingus, PIV sex (doggy style), cream pie, unprotected sex

Summary: Levi is the current leader of a Yakuza organization called the Ackerman Clan. Fearless, ruthless, cold-blooded. Your deadbeat father owes a debt to his Uncle Kenny after borrowing a sum of money to gamble on horse races many years ago, a debt that hasn’t been forgotten. He has since abandoned you and one day, the Ackerman Clan tracks you down, claiming that you are now the owner of this debt. Without the means to pay for it out of pocket, Levi employs you to be his personal housekeeper until you’ve earned the money to pay it off.

Author’s Note: Wow okay my first Levi fic EVER and I totally got carried away! I had so much fun writing this one, so I hope the rest of you enjoy it! Thanks for the request for the y2k karaoke party! This gave me the perfect excuse to finally write for Levi. MDNI divider credit to @/cafekitsune. Thank you for reading! Tagging @crazychaoticizzy!

It's an average Wednesday when you receive a call from your mother in the middle of your workday. She usually doesn’t call unless it’s important, so you answer, already nervous for what she’s about to tell you. “Mom? Are you okay?”

Her tone is somber. “Honey, please come home. Now.” You can hear other people speaking in the background, alarm bells immediately ringing in your head. It’s been you and your mother alone for the past decade now, abandoned by your father before your high school graduation. You have no idea who would be in your home at this time. Freaking out, you ask, “What’s going on? What’s happening?!”

Before she can respond, there’s shuffling, then a man you don’t recognize on the other line. “You should listen to your mother.” His voice is cold, terse, sinister. It sends a chill down your spine.

Immediately, you excuse yourself from work, briefly describing a family emergency to your boss. You hop on the closest train, jittering in your seat, sweating bullets, stomach tight with anxiety. All you need to know is that your mom is safe. As soon as you’re out of the station, you remove the heels off your feet to run home. When you arrive, you notice a black car with tinted windows parked in the driveway and the front door already swung open. Winded and out of breath, you double over with the impulse to vomit, already expecting the worse. You swallow down the urge, collecting yourself, and walk inside.

You’re met by three strangers: two men and a woman. She looks young, gaze cold on yours, studying you carefully. The taller of the men is significantly older, hunched over, lanky, with a cigarette between his crooked smile. The other is short, but his domineering presence seems to overwhelm the rest of them. The cold gaze, the stagnant frown, the tightness in his brows. There’s an aura to him that shows he’s not one to be messed with. Before you can even confirm, you know that this man is the one who spoke to you earlier on the phone. Their leader.

Your mom is seated on the couch, cowering in fear when she calls out to you. “Honey!”

You step towards them, wanting to approach her, but you’re stopped by the woman, staring daggers at you, her hand concealed inside her jacket, ready to attack if necessary. It’s a warning: Don’t come any closer or else. “Mikasa, relax. She ain’t even armed,” the older man says. He points to her, winking at you. “Sorry about my niece; she’s got some anger issues. Runs in the family, actually.”

Without removing her gaze from you, she mutters, “Shut up, Kenny.”

He laughs, puffs of smoke escaping his mouth. He removes the cigarette, tapping the ashes onto the hardwood floor of your living room before stepping closer towards you. “I should be the one upset here.” His eyes scan your figure up and down, smirking. “Right, Levi?”

You shiver from his wicked expression, glancing at your mother who stares wide-eyed at you in a panic. “What’s the meaning of this?” you ask shakily.

The shorter man, apparently named Levi, comes forward, glaring at you. “You owe the Ackerman Clan money. Two million yen with all the interest that’s been accruing for the past ten years.”

“We never borrowed money from you!” you argue.

“You didn’t. But your father did,” Kenny interjects. “The dumbass didn’t know how to gamble on the right horse. Lost each race and came crawling back to me for more and more money. I gave him two years to pay me back without interest, but I suppose he ran off on you and your poor mother before he could pay it. Now, it’s way past due. I need my money back.”

That no-good, deadbeat father of yours. Of course he’s the one behind this. He’s always had a gambling addiction, ever since you were little. Borrowed money left and right from distant relatives, friends, coworkers, and apparently strangers. You thought he’d at least have the decency to pay them off on the occasions he actually scored big, but who are you kidding? All he spent his winnings on was more booze to drown out the fact that he never cared or provided for his family. You shake your head, tears welling in your eyes. “You should be asking him for the money, not us.”

Levi’s eyes narrow. “You don’t think we already tried looking for him? We can’t find him. He’s gone. Someone else has to be responsible for it now. And that means his wife and his kid. You.”

“We don’t have that kind of money just laying around,” you say, hoping that somehow, this Yakuza gang is nice enough to forgive the debt.

Kenny barks a laugh. “Well, you’re shit out of luck then, huh? Just like your lousy father.”

You wince at his harsh words, simultaneously agreeing with him. Levi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “If you can’t pay off this debt within the next three months, we’ll be forced to take more severe action.”

“What do you mean?” you stutter. A variety of cruel punishments flash through your head, causing your knees to wobble in fear, though you manage to stay upright.

“You don’t want to find out,” he threatens with a dark look.

You swallow loudly, unable to hide your dread any longer. Crying, you fall to your knees in a begging position, peering up at Levi with weepy eyes. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt my mom. Leave her out of this.”

Your mother sobs into her hands, your name muffled against her palms. Even through your blurred vision, you notice Levi’s expression waver just the slightest.

“Maybe she can work for you,” Mikasa suggests. Her tone has changed to one of sympathy, unexpectedly considering her intimidating demeanor moments ago.

Levi scoffs. “And what would she do for me? I doubt she can fight.”

There’s a pause as you watch them contemplate your fate. Kenny is the first one to offer an answer. “Housekeeper. She can be your housekeeper!”

Levi grimaces at the suggestion. “Excuse me?”

Kenny walks towards him, ruffling his nephew’s hair, much to his dismay. Levi swats him away, scowling as his uncle explains, “You spend so much goddamn time cleaning your own house, it’s about time you hire someone to do it for you. You’re the leader of the Ackerman Clan now. Time is money. You can’t be wasting it dusting when you can just make someone else do it for you.” He squats, legs spread wide, meeting you face-to-face. “Can you clean?”

You wipe away the tears streaming down your face, nodding.

“Can you cook?”

You nod again, more confidently this time.

He slaps his knee. “Well, there you go! Looks like we found the solution. You’re hired. Levi will pay you at the end of each day. Your wages after three months should be enough to cover the debt you owe me. If you work overtime, you’ll earn extra cash. Sound good?” He sticks his hand out, waiting for you to shake on it.

Three months of housekeeping and cooking for the leader of a Yakuza gang, who already looks like he despises you? It’s either that or whatever punishment he originally has in mind, which sounds much more painful and ominous.

Before you agree, you ask, “What about my regular job?”

He strokes his chin, thinking. “Damn, forgot about that. Well, Little Levi here can compensate you for that as well. You’ll have to quit it in the meantime, but this gig is much better, don’t cha think?”

Levi raises his voice, angry now. “Don’t I get a say in this?! Who said I have the money to pay her?!”

Kenny waves him off, smirking. “You don’t drink, you don’t gamble, and you don’t fuck. So what else are you doing with all that money?”

At this, Levi gapes at his uncle, blushing. “I’m the fucking captain here, aren’t I? I won’t allow this.”

Kenny rolls his eyes, standing up to stretch his back. “Fine. Got a better idea? We don’t have all fucking day to argue about this, you know.”

After a few more disgruntled huffs from Levi without any other real suggestions, you are officially hired as Levi Ackerman’s housekeeper.

~~~

Levi doesn’t need a fucking housekeeper. He’s the cleanest goddamn person in this entire godforsaken planet. Sure, he spends at least two hours at the start of his morning doing household chores to ensure that everything in his home is spick and span. But what’s so wrong about that? It’s the only solace he finds in this cruel world. The only aspect of his life that he can control.

So, when his new hire arrives to his house seven o’clock sharp the very next day, Levi’s already in a bad mood. And when she smiles brightly at him, greeting him, “Good morning!” in an all-too-cheery voice that drips with enthusiasm and spirit despite the shitty situation she’s in, he can’t help but become even more irritated. She can’t possibly be excited about this. It’s all a façade, an act. Fake. He’s seen it before, from so-called friends, family members, strangers on the street. People only connect with him if there’s something to gain from it. And in this case, the money to pay her father’s debt is her end-goal, and nothing else. He reminds himself that she’s not here for him. No one ever is.

He doesn’t respond to her, turning on his heel to lead her inside. Without saying so, she removes her shoes, tucking them into an empty slot on the shoe rack, following him. Unfortunately, Kenny’s been here since half an hour ago, taking his usual breakfast: a cup of black coffee and a frozen waffle, toasted until lukewarm. And of course, there’s already crumbs on the table, but Levi ignores it, knowing that she’s responsible for this mess now, not him.

“Morning,” Kenny drawls, raising his mug to her. She waves, still nervous around them, naturally, but her smile stays on.

Levi hands her a sheet of paper, typed out with proper instructions. “Everything you need to know is on here. Unless you’re illiterate and can’t read, I won’t need to explain anything to you, right?”

She scans the document quickly, shaking her head at the end. “Seems simple enough.”

“My nephew here likes things spotless,” Kenny adds, spit flying out of his mouth as he chews the rest of his breakfast. “Total clean freak and perfectionist. He’ll be on your ass about a simple speck of dust.”

“It’s not clean if there’s still dust,” he emphasizes.

Her attention goes to the fridge. “What about meals? What do you like to eat?”

“I’m not picky. I usually don’t eat breakfast and lunch is brought to me at the office. So dinner is the only meal you have to cook. Like I said, I’m not picky. But it better not be instant ramen or something. I’m not paying you to feed me that processed shit.” Truthfully, he already eats that junk for lunch, often opting for fast food because it’s quick and easy while he’s out on a job. But what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. He shoots a glare at his uncle when he notices him snickering to himself, clearly aware of his less-than-ideal diet.

After a brief tour of the house, not including his bedroom, which will remain off limits, him and Kenny leave to start the day. Levi is reluctant at first, unsure if she can live up to his high standards of tidiness, but even he can admit that it’s more productive when he arrives to their headquarters on time.

The day goes by smoothly; the extra two hours that Levi gains by entrusting another person to his usual morning ritual proves to be beneficial for both him and his gang. They are able to add an extra stop to their daily rounds, collecting owed money from sleezy businesses and seedy underground organizations. They only resort to violence once, with Levi squeezing a man’s head between his shoe and the pavement until he coughs up the dough. In his eyes, today was a good day.

Kenny drops him off back home around eight when it’s already dark out. The lights are on, glowing through the shaded windows. He digs into his pocket for the keys, retrieving them to unlock the door, his nostrils immediately hit with a sensational aroma wafting from the kitchen. Sliding out of his shoes, he steps further inside, following the scent.

She’s leaning over the stove, steam puffing from whatever pan she’s cooking in. He drops his keys on the counter, clearing his throat to make his presence known.

“Hello, Mr. Ackerman,” she says, turning to face him. “Perfect timing. Dinner is just about ready. I’ll serve it to you now.”

He slides a chair out from the dining table, taking a seat, watching as she moves around the kitchen. She scoops white rice into a bowl, then the food onto a plate, setting it front of him. It looks delicious; glazed meat scattered with a variety of fresh vegetables. “It’s chicken stir fry,” she explains. “It isn’t gourmet or anything, but it’s hearty and filling. I hope you like it.”

He remains silent, holding a piece of broccoli at the end of his chopstick, blowing on it before putting it in his mouth. The sauce is savory, pairing well with the typically bland vegetable. He digs into the chicken, enjoying how juicy and flavorful it is. It’s nothing he hasn’t had before, but still; it’s tasty.

She stands beside him, watching him eat with a small grin on her face. “What would you like to drink?”

He swallows, replying, “I like tea. Hot tea. Decaf.”

“On it,” she says, heading back into the kitchen, filling a kettle with water to heat on the stove. Within ten minutes, she returns with a cup in one hand, the kettle in the other, pouring him freshly brewed tea.

It’s quiet, Levi eating peacefully while she continues to observe him. He’s not quite sure what to say; do they make small talk? Does he compliment her cooking? How do people engage with others during a time like this?

Her stomach growls loudly, which he immediately notices. He raises a brow at her, pointing his chopsticks towards the kitchen. “You should eat too. If you’re hungry.”

“Is that alright?”

He nods, looking down at his plate. “It’s better than watching me eat while you’re starving, right?”

She laughs, going back into the kitchen once again. “Yes, of course.” She comes back, sitting across from him to start eating. Not knowing what else to discuss over dinner, Levi asks her about the chores she should have accomplished today, to which she reports back in detail. It sounds as if she went through eat item on the list, though the true test will be when he inspects it himself. Their conversation flows well; he usually hates conversing with people when it isn’t necessary. He can’t remember the last time he shared a homecooked meal with someone else. He’s always at home after work, alone. Mikasa is too busy with her own family, and Levi can hardly stand his uncle’s presence to begin with, so he always preferred being alone.

This, however, this he doesn’t mind. Surprisingly.

Before he gets too comfortable with the idea, he reminds himself once more that this is simply the deal they agreed to. There’s no room for sentimentality. She’s here because she was forced into this role, not because she wants to be here. This is business. This is temporary.

And with that in mind, Levi strengthens the integrity of the walls he barricades around him, determined not to let anyone but himself in.

~~~

Your first month of employment go by as smoothly as you hope it would be, given your circumstances. Every day, you arrive at Levi’s house seven in the morning on the dot, greeting him with a smile. You figured it wouldn’t do you any good to show your fear of the Yakuza in front of the leader himself. And, in all honestly, you weren’t actually that scared of him. While he’s cold and blunt most of the time, he hasn’t done anything to frighten you yet, aside from your initial meeting. It helps that you only see him for a few minutes in the morning when he lets you in, and at most an hour at the end of the day, when you share dinner together. Before you leave, he hands you an envelope with your day’s wages, and that’s that. Based on the lack of criticism, you assume that you’re doing a good enough job.

On the second month, you begin to make lunches for him in addition to your usual routine. Uncle Kenny had mentioned several times in secret that Levi eats fast food because of the convenience. Sometimes, he skips a meal all together when they’re especially busy.

When you arrive to his home, you greet him with your usual smile, while he gives you a curt nod, avoiding your gaze. He shouts behind him, “Kenny, let’s go!”

Before he walks out the door, you stop him, saying, “Oh, Mr. Ackerman! Before you leave, I prepared lunch for you.”

He whips around to face you, eyes narrowed as if you just insulted him. “What?”

Nervous now, you stammer, “I made you lunch. I heard that sometimes you skip meals, so I thought – ”

He steps towards you, glaring, not letting you finish. “This isn’t part of the list. I don’t need it. I don’t want it.” He turns on his heel, leaving you stunned as he heads for the car, slamming the door shut.

You scurry into the kitchen, face hot, reeling over his unpleasant reaction to your simple gesture. Kenny leans back in his chair, feet up on the table, chugging the rest of his coffee. “Morning.”

“Hi Kenny.” You wash your hands at the sink, processing what just happened, growing increasingly upset.

Kenny gets up, sliding his used mug beside you. “Thanks, darling.” Not wanting to waste your efforts, you call out to him, opening the fridge to retrieve the bento you prepared, handing it to him.

“What’s this?” he asks, smirking.

“I made it for Mr. Ackerman, but he doesn’t want it. I don’t want it to go to waste,” you explain.

He smiles, genuinely grateful, the expression you were mistakenly expecting from Levi. “Thank you. Take care.”

When he’s gone, you take a minute in the kitchen to relax, reminding yourself to stick to the list and not do anything extra just because you think he’d appreciate it. You’ve leaned your lesson based on today: Mr. Ackerman doesn’t appreciate anything or anyone. And you won’t be an exception.

~~~

Levi sulks silently in the car with his arms crossed over his chest, staring out the window while Kenny drives them to HQ. He’s replaying the interaction from earlier, recalling the hurt look in her eyes as he spat those harsh words to her. He’s an idiot. All he could have said was no thank you. He shouldn’t have berated her for doing something nice for him. At the same time, he didn’t want to appear vulnerable, like he needed her to do it for him. He doesn’t need her pity. He doesn’t need anyone to take care of him.

He catches Kenny shooting glances at him, but doesn’t say anything, knowing better than to rile his nephew up when he’s in one of these moods. They make it to headquarters as normal, and Levi goes about the day, almost forgetting about the incident. Almost.

Around noon, Kenny drives Levi and two of his henchmen across town to collect money from a client who’s been skipping out on payments recently. Levi doesn’t expect to resort to violence, so he stays inside the car while the two muscles go out and fulfill their orders. Kenny reclines, reaching his long arm towards the backseat, retrieving a small bento box. “Grub time.”

Levi scowls. “What are you doing?”

“Eating lunch, what do you think?” He uncovers it, licking his lips as his picks up a tamago sando from inside. It looks delicious, from the soft bread to the golden yellow filling. Levi’s stomach growls as he stares at his uncle bite into it. “Damn, that’s good!”

“Where did you get that?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

He shrugs, engulfing the rest of the sandwich into his mouth. “Your housekeeper. Said you didn’t want it, so she gave it to me instead. Shit, that’s good!”

Levi huffs through his teeth, annoyed, but also very hungry. He snatches it from his uncle’s lap, inspecting it himself. Kenny doesn’t protest, only chuckles, licking his fingers. It’s truly an enticing sight, much better than the typical burger and fries he’s used to. He picks it up delicately, relishing how pillowy the bread is between his fingers. It’s devoured quickly, and Levi regrets watching his uncle eat part it, hoping he had it all for himself. In the bottom layer of the bento box are baby carrots and sliced cucumbers, which Levi munches on until his crew comes back, knuckles a bit bloodied and a stack of cash in their hands.

At night, Levi enters the door, a pang of guilt in his chest. He doesn’t plan to mention it; he’d rather forget and move on, pretend it never even happened. Tonight’s dinner is yakisoba, a meal she has since perfected since starting a month ago. She serves it to him, pouring hot tea into his mug, then takes her usual spot, her expression neutral. She reports on each task she completed today, starting with the kitchen, where she cleans up whatever disgusting mess Kenny leaves at the table. She scrubs the counters until they’re sparkling, mops the floors, reorganizes the refrigerator, unloads the dishwasher from the night before. Next is the living room, where she vacuums the carpets, dusts all the drawers, wipes each and every appliance with a specialized solution to prevent streaks. Then It’s laundry, and she never mentions the splatters of blood that are sometimes on his dress shirts depending on what kind of day it is. She uses the exact method he uses to wash them until they look good as new, as if he isn’t part of the gang life.

She finishes her list, looking at Levi, waiting for his nod of approval, which he gives. She’s done a decent job so far; in fact, his home looks just as tidy as it did when he spent two hours each morning doing it himself. He stares down at his plate, eating the rest of his noodles in silence.

“Mr. Ackerman?”

His jaw clenches at the sound of his name, anticipating whatever she’s about to say. Without looking up, he mutters, “What?”

She clears his throat nervously. “Earlier today, about lunch. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep my boundaries. I hope you can forgive me.”

He senses her gaze on him, but he’s too embarrassed to meet it, slurping the rest of his food without responding. She doesn’t say anything else, leaving it at that. When he’s done, she gathers the dirty dishes and loads them into the dishwasher, starting the cycle. Levi goes into his room, stuffing her payment for today in an envelope, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Just say it. Don’t be an asshole. She doesn’t deserve it.

She waits for him at the doorway, coat and shoes on, ready to leave. He hands her the money, keeping his grip on it when she accepts it. “You don’t have to apologize. I ate it, and it was delicious. So…thank you.” He looks at her this time, wanting to convey to her that he truly means it.

Her eyes widen, clearly surprised by his sudden change in demeanor. He’s surprised himself; he just couldn’t let her leave thinking she didn’t anything wrong. “I’m sorry,” he adds. “For the way I reacted. I’m not used to people doing things like that for me.” He knows she doesn’t need an explanation from him, but he tells her anyways.

She smiles. “It’s okay. I’m happy to do it. I prepared another one for tomorrow.”

Nodding, he lets go, watching her slide the envelope into her bag. “Goodnight, Mr. Ackerman.”

He opens the door for her. “Levi. You can call me Levi. It makes me feel old when you call me that. We’re around the same age, right?”

She giggles, making his chest swell. “Right. Well then, goodnight Levi.”

He waits until she disappears into the distance, heading to the nearby train station. With the door shut, he leans against it, sighing heavily, his heart beating rapidly.

This is bad.

~~~

On the third month of working as a housekeeper and cook for Levi Ackerman, something extraordinary happens.

You’ve gotten more cordial with each other in the past few weeks, ever since you began making lunches for him on a regular basis. You know he isn’t picky when it comes to food, but you’ve noticed subtle differences when he thanks you for the meal, which he always does now. If it ends in a simple thanks, you know that it was ordinary. If he adds in a compliment, you know that he really likes it. So, you cook more of the foods that he particularly enjoys.

You’re still getting used to calling him by his first name. It still sounds foreign out of your mouth, almost like a treasured word you’re only supposed to say on special occasions. You still mostly call him Mr. Ackerman, though he doesn’t seem to mind.

Other than what you see of him in the mornings and nights, you have no idea what Levi gets up to the rest of his day. It’s an unwritten part of the deal; you keep your private life to yourselves. And, knowing he’s in the Yakuza, maybe it’s better you don’t know.

Tonight, you finish cooking dinner before Levi comes home. You cover the pan, keeping the oyakodon you prepared warm until he arrives, all the plates set up on the counter, ready for him. You sit in your usual chair, checking the clock: 8:30 PM, thirty minutes past his usual time. By nine, you start to worry. And by ten, your finger hovers over his contact information on your phone, tempted to call him, to make sure he’s okay. You debate with yourself for several minutes if you should go through with it. You were given this number only to use for emergencies. Would this be considered one? Surely, he has an entire team of people who look after him, being the leader and all. Why would he need you, his lowly housekeeper, looking out for him?

Deep down, it’s because you care. You care about him. You want him to be happy. And it’s not because he pays you at the end of the day. It’s because you truly, genuinely believe he deserves it. Even in the short time that you’ve known him, it’s plain to see how miserable he is in this life of crime. Dead eyes, permanent frown on his face, tense muscles from having no moment throughout his day to relax. No one, not even a Yakuza leader himself, deserves to be under this much stress.

You’re about ready to dial his number when you hear the distinct jingle of keys from the front door. Levi walks in, hunched over with his jacket tossed over his shoulder, big splotches of blood painted on his shirt. You can see it clearly even from the end of the hallway. He doesn’t greet you, doesn’t look at you, as he drags his feet into the living to plop himself onto the couch, sighing.

“Mr. Ackerman?” you call out, trembling. You’ve never seen him like this before. Is he injured? Or is he the one who did the injuring? Does it matter to you what the answer is? All you know is that you’re concerned about him and you want to be by his side.

~~~

Levi hears her but doesn’t respond. He sinks deeper into the couch, eyes shut, hoping she ignores him, not wanting her to see him in this sorry state. He listens to the sound of her footsteps approaching closer, then feels her sit beside him. With one eye open, he peeks at her, surprised to see her staring at him with genuine concern, a steaming mug of tea in her hands. “Mr. Ackerman,” she repeats.

“What do you want?” he asks tersely. He doesn’t mean for it to come out rudely. Or maybe he does to push her away. He doesn’t want her to witness this vulnerability, this weakness.

“I brought you some tea,” she answers quietly.

Before he can spit out an argument about how the caffeine will prevent him from sleeping, she adds, “It’s decaf, of course.”

He’s speechless for a moment, unable to come up with a smart response. His heart beats against his chest and he’s not sure what’s happening to him. Is he going into cardiac arrest? Or is this something different? Something good? Too exhausted to maintain the same frigid persona he puts up for her, he relaxes, reaching for her hands to grab the handle of the mug. He grazes her fingers wrapped around the ceramic, lingering for a second longer, then brings it to his lips, blowing air across the surface before taking a sip. It’s hot down his throat, filling his tired body with warmth and comfort.

He peeks at her once more, focusing on the gentle smile on her lips. “What are you so happy about?” he asks, taking another sip.

She looks down at her lap, shy now that she’s been called out. “I’m just happy you’re back in one piece.”

He scoffs, displaying his bruised and stained knuckles. “You call this one piece?”

She stares at his hands with terror or fascination, maybe even both. Levi can’t tell. All he knows is that she isn’t flinching away from him like he’s some monster; she leans closer, inspecting it carefully. “Hold on,” she says, standing up to retreat back into the kitchen.

Levi rests his head against the couch, stomach grumbling with hunger. He hasn’t eaten since lunch, and beating the shit out of people takes a toll on him. But the job is done and now he’s home. And for the first time, he realizes how grateful he is not to be alone.

Minutes later, she returns with a tray, carrying a steaming bowl of oyakodon and two warm towels beside it. She sets it next to him on the couch, kneeling on the floor in front of him, beside his knees. He gulps, suddenly aware at how compromising this position may seem. Though, he doesn’t mind it. He slowly reaches over to grab hold on the chopsticks, digging into the bowl of food to take a bite. It’s warm and soothing in his mouth, exactly what he needed.

“May I?” She peers up at him, pointing to his other hand, holding the damp towel.

He’s hesitant at first, aware that she’ll be touching him. This is definitely crossing a line, right? However, the thought of being pampered in this moment when he’s so fucking tired is too enticing to refuse. He stretches his arms out, offering his fist to her. She surrounds him in the soft fabric, rubbing gently between his knuckles, wiping away all the grime from tonight’s violence. His skin is on fire from her indirect touch and he can’t help but wonder what effect she could have on his body if she were actually touching him.

Skin in pristine condition, despite the temporary bruises, she switches to the other hand once he’s finished with his meal. He watches her in silence, holding back a moan, embarrassed at how much he’s enjoying this. She finishes him off with the second towel, the clean one, giving both hands a little massage. “Is that better?”

He nods, muttering a tired, “Thank you.”

She smiles, gaze flickering to the stains on his shirt. “I can wash this for you tomorrow. Just leave it in the laundry room.”

He nods again, unsure what else to say. She gets up, carrying the empty bowl and soiled towels back into the kitchen to clean up. It’s almost eleven now when Levi flips his wrist to check the time on his watch. Trains stop running by midnight, so he shouldn’t keep her here any longer. “You should head home now. It’s late,” he says, loud enough for her to hear. He stands up, slightly limping towards his bedroom to give her the payment. He slides an extra couple of bills to compensate for working overtime. Noticing how horrid he looks with blood all over him, he strips out of his shirt, thankful none of it seeped directly onto his skin. Without thinking, he rushes towards the front door, where she waits for him in her coat and shoes.

He hands her the money. “I’m giving you a small bonus today, just in case you’re wondering why there’s more in there.”

She glances at his chiseled abs before looking down at her feet. Heat rushes into his cheeks, finally aware that he’s shirtless in front of his housekeeper. This is definitely crossing a line.

“It’s okay, I don’t want the extra money,” she says.

“Take it. You’ve earned it,” he insists.

“I didn’t do it for that. I did it because I care about you. I want to - ” She gazes at him, swallowing hard, afraid to finish her thought.

There’s a flutter in his stomach as he steps closer to her, eager to hear it. “What?”

“I want to take care of you, Mr. Ackerman.”

It happens so fast that as soon as he realizes it, his lips are already on hers, kissing her passionately. His immediate reaction is to stop because he’s sure this isn’t what she intended. But when she places her hands on his chest, clinging to his bare skin to deepen the kiss, he can’t resist.

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Clothes are discarded on the way to his bedroom. By the time you’re lying flat on his mattress, you’re both completely naked, him on top of you, caging you between his muscular arms. He kisses your figure, from your neck trailing down to your chest, his lips puckered at your nipple, sucking on it until it’s taut in his mouth. One hand travels along the curve of your hips, then the plush of your inner thigh, until he’s pressed to your throbbing clit. “Can I touch you here?” he asks, his voice low and trembling.

“Yes,” you breathe out, completely enraptured by him.

He flicks your bud with his middle finger, tapping on it until it’s puffy against him. He glides down to your wet slit, collecting your arousal to smear onto your clit, rubbing it faster. Pleasure courses through you as you whine into his mouth, kissing him sloppily. Soon, he slips inside you, pumping two of his fingers in and out of your pussy. You squirm for him, so close to your climax.

“You like my fingers inside this fucking cunt, huh?” he growls into your ear. He pulls out, stroking your clit with his wet digits. “How about here? You like them on your little clit too, right pretty girl?”

Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, eyes glazed over in a daze. “Yes, Mr. Ackerman. Fuck.”

“Levi,” he grunts, circling your bud. “I told you to call me Levi.” He slips back in, pummeling your pussy while his thumb taps on your swollen core.

You grab the bedsheets beneath you, clenching it between your fists, bucking your hips towards him, approaching your orgasm. “Coming,” you manage to whimper, unraveling. He slows his pace, riding it out with you until you relax in his hold, spent and blissed out.

There’s a wild look in his eyes, animalistic almost. He removes himself from you, bringing his wet fingers to your mouth, inching them past your lips. “Taste yourself for me.”

You obey, opening wide for him to swipe your own cum across your tongue. He sticks it further down your throat while you surround him, sucking your slick off. His erection is hard against you, begging for attention. You slide your hand between his thighs, palming at his stiff cock, twitching at your touch.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath. You start stroking him, his cock hot and pulsating in your fist. He bucks into your grasp, moaning as you rub your thumb over his glossy tip, making him shudder. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, fuck. Get on top of me. Please. Need to taste you.”

You obey, readjusting yourself to straddle his face, lowering yourself carefully until your pressed to his open mouth. “Just enjoy it, sweetheart. You’ve earned it,” he says before lapping you up greedily. You ride his face, dragging your pussy lips across his flattened tongue, moaning when he puckers around you, suckling on your swelling bud. He’s sloppy and noisy, exactly how you like it. You find yourself unraveling quickly above him, convinced you can come just like this, without him entering you at all. He senses this, grabbing firmly to your ass cheeks, guiding you to rock against him faster. “That’s it, princess. Come for me,” he muffles against your skin, slurping at your leaking cunt. No longer able to resist, you moan loudly, reaching your climax, gushing all over his face. He smacks your ass, licking off every drop of your arousal before removing himself from you. “I need to be inside you. Need to fuck this pretty pussy right fucking now.”

All control lost, you whine, “Fuck me, Levi. Fuck me, please.”

He positions himself behind you, dragging your bottom towards him, rubbing his erection between your ass cheeks. “Think you’ve earned this cock? Think you deserve it?”

You nod frantically. “Yes. I’ve been so good.”

He chuckles, guiding himself inside you, stretching you out slowly as he inches his way deeper. “You’re right. You’ve been very good. You are good. So fucking good to me.” He pounds into you, fucking your sweet spot, chasing that high you’re both so desperate to reach. After a few more thrusts, your pussy squeezes around him, coming once more. He follows with his own orgasm, shooting his load inside you, filling you up with his cum.

He pulls out, rolling beside you, breathing heavily. You turn to your side, facing him, your senses gradually returning. He glances at you and breaks into a smile, the first you’ve ever seen from him. “Don’t look at me like that.”

You grin, scooting closer to nuzzle your nose with his. “Like what?”

His eyes gaze into yours, flickering down your lips. “Like you want to kiss me.”

You inch closer. “Why is that so bad?”

“Because I won’t be able to stop,” he whispers, closing the gap, kissing you.

~~~

On her last day, Levi leaves her final payment on the top of his dresser. It’s next to a thicker envelope that she’s collected the entirety of her father’s debt in, ready to hand over to Kenny first thing in the morning. She could have paid it off sooner, a week sooner, to be exact. But she decides to finish the remainder of the month employed as Levi’s housekeeper. She doesn’t explain why, and he doesn’t ask.

They snuggle together in his bed, ready to sleep after fucking each other stupid just minutes earlier. This is another added part of their routine. Sometimes, she leaves to check in on her mother back home. Other times, she stays the night, which Levi prefers, though he won’t admit it out loud. It’s the best sleep he’s gotten in years.

He can tell she’s on the verge of sleep by the way her eyes flutter closed and how her head falls into his chest, relaxed. His mind is racing with thoughts, so he’s wide awake, wondering what tomorrow will hold. Will she say goodbye to him forever? Is this really over? What will he do when she’s gone?

He realizes his true feelings for her almost immediately after they begin sleeping together. He’s never relinquished control to anyone else before. But for him, giving it to her was easy. Maybe because he knew he could trust her. Though, now with her employment coming to an end, he’s not so sure what to think.

“Levi?” Her soft voice surprises him.

“Hey,” he whispers. “Go back to sleep.”

She tips her chin up, peering at him. “Not yet. I want to say something to you.”

He stares at her, confused and anxious, listening. “I care about you, Levi. I don’t want this to stop just because whatever arrangement we had before is over.”

He swallows hard, trying to maintain a neutral expression as his heart races with joy. “So, what then? Do you want to keep being my housekeeper? I already feel weird paying you because of what we do.”

She giggles, shaking her head. “I don’t want to be your housekeeper. I want to be your girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Yes, Levi. Your girlfriend,” she reiterates, smiling.

He lets out a small laugh. “That sounds so normal.”

She cups his face, squeezing his cheeks. “Well, maybe Mr. Ackerman deserves a little something normal for once.”

He chuckles, nuzzling into her touch. “So, how is this going to work, then? You being my girlfriend.”

“Well, I’ll get my old job back. And in the meantime, I can move in here so I can still do all the cooking and cleaning.”

“No,” he interjects. “Together. We’ll cook and clean together. Like a normal couple.”

She beams at him. “Alright. Together it is, then.”

He allows himself to smile completely now, pressing his forehead to hers. “Can it really be this simple?”

“I think it can,” she replies. “It’s worth a shot, right?”

For most of his life, Levi has never had it easy. Thirty years later, he finally has a chance at something normal, something good. Does he deserve it? With her by his side, holding his hand so lovingly in hers, he actually believes it. “Yeah. You’re absolutely right.”

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi aot #levi x you #levi smut #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x female reader #aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot x reader #aot fluff #attack on titan x reader #y2k karaoke party #milestone event

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theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter · 2 months ago

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Close Despite the Distance ✈️🌍

Mapi León x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

summary :

You and Mapi only know each other through online interactions. Despite the miles and the screens, your connection grows stronger every day.

It started as a casual follow on social media. You were a huge fan of football and followed some of your favorite players, Mapi León being one of them. You always admired her from afar, watching her dominate the pitch for Barcelona and Spain. One day, after commenting on one of her posts, you were shocked to receive a reply. It was small—just a quick response thanking you for your support—but it made your heart race.

From there, it became something more. What started as light interactions through comments turned into direct messages. At first, you were hesitant, not expecting much from it. But as the days turned into weeks, the messages became longer, more personal.

Before you knew it, you were talking to Mapi almost every day. What surprised you most was how down-to-earth and genuine she was. It didn’t take long for the connection between you two to deepen beyond football.

"Hey, how was your day?" you type, knowing it's evening in Spain and she’s probably just finished training.

Seconds later, a notification pops up. "Exhausting, but good. Training's been intense lately. How about you? How's work?"

Your job isn't as glamorous as hers, but Mapi always listens intently, asking questions and remembering the small details of your life. You feel seen, understood—something rare, even in the people you see face-to-face every day.

As the conversations flow, you can't help but wonder what it would be like to meet her in person. It's a thought that sneaks up on you more often than you'd like to admit, especially on nights like this, when you're alone, and her messages are the only thing keeping you company.

"I wish I could just hop on a plane and come see you," you type one evening after a particularly long conversation.

"Me too," she responds almost immediately. "But you know how it is. My schedule is insane, and you're all the way across the world. It's not fair."

"I know. But it feels like we've been talking for so long… sometimes it doesn’t even feel real that we've never met."

Mapi sends a voice message instead of typing, her voice warm and comforting, despite the sadness in her tone. "I feel the same way. It’s crazy, right? We've never been in the same room, but sometimes I feel closer to you than anyone else."

You close your eyes, letting her voice wash over you. The feeling is mutual. Despite the miles between you, the connection is undeniable. It's strange how someone you've never met can become such an integral part of your life.

There are days when the distance feels like too much, when the only thing you want is to be able to look her in the eyes without the barrier of a screen. But then there are moments like this—moments when her words are enough to remind you why you keep doing this.

"One day," you say, your fingers hesitating over the keys. "One day we'll meet."

Mapi's response is immediate. "Definitely. It’s not a question of if, just when."

That simple message gives you hope, a flicker of light in a situation that often feels impossible. You don’t know when you'll meet her in person, but you hold onto the idea that it will happen eventually.

For now, you'll continue to make do with the late-night texts, the voice messages, and the video calls. It’s not perfect, but it’s real. And sometimes, real is enough.

pt.2 ; pt.3

#woso x reader #barca x reader #barca femini x reader #barca femeni #fc barcelona #fc barca #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon #mapi león #maria leon x reader #maria leon

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cassi-pokeblogging-hub · 2 months ago

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Saying No

Okay so a conversation in a discord server inspired me to make this.

You guys can say no to things. You do not always have to "Yes And" everything that comes to you.

Like. Usually when we talk about rping, we talk about saying yes and. continuing on the scene, not shutting interaction down. We're pretty lucky with how this rp stuff works where in character denying and saying no CAN work a lot better than in standard improv without fully stopping the scene and kinda shutting it down, but that's not what I'm talking about.

I've seen a lot of people who kinda. Accidentally start god modding or kinda burst their way into plotlines without asking and like. This is public rp! Anyone can join! But there is a certain degree where you gotta stop first and ask or just not say it.

But sometimes people do not think first and just do. Maybe sending a magic anon that solves all of your oc's problems. Maybe they have dimension hopping powers and are like "Don't worry! I've come to your reality and I can help you get away from your problems instantly!", maybe your character really wants a mega stone and you have plans to have a whole thing about them working to get this mega stone and learning to mega evolving their partner and then someone mystery gifts or pelipper mails the item to you immediatly.

You don't have to "Yes, and" that. You can just say "No, you didn't do that". You are allowed to say no when someone crosses your boundaries and is affecting your plot.

Is someone trying to involve you in their plot without asking? "That is not happening in my character's universe" Is someone trying to say they're just there at a crucial event with your character when they never asked? "Your character is not able to be there. Please delete that post".

Yes And only goes so far. There is a time and a place where you will need to say No, and that is just as important to RP as going with the flow! If someone's fucking with your plot, its your job to tell them to stop. People can get involved, sure, but sometimes people try and get way more involved than what you're comfortable and its okay to tell them to back off.

I've also seen people feel that stuff like Muse Mixup Madness or Pelipper Mail are mandatory things they HAVE to do? You don't! You don't need to do anything even if others are! So I guess this is your reminder that you can ignore pelipper mail and magic anons and just asks in general that you dont like! you can turn pelipper mail and magic anons off completely! you can ignore peoples replies to your posts if they fuck with what you have going on. you can tell people they did not do things that would fuck with your characters and story. you can just not do muse mixup madness when it rolls around. you can just not do follower special events. you don't have to participate in anything you dont want, and you dont have to allow people to do whatever even if it makes you uncomfortable.

Other people can do what they want, but you have a right to say no when they try to involve you.

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotumblr #ooc post #<- normally dont use that since i dont rp but since im main tagging this i might as well

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woso-dreamzzz · 11 months ago

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Read

England Lionesses x Child!Reader

Mary Earps x Child!Reader

Summary: Your sister can't read

"Oh, shit."

The suitcase clatters to the ground.

"Mummy says that's a bad word," You tell your sister.

Your sister runs a hand over her face as you stare at her, unblinking. "Yes, well, Mum isn't here right now."

"Mummy's on holiday," You agree, bobbing your head up and down.

"She is," Mary says as she hurriedly tries to pick up all the bags," Which is why you're with me."

You look around the area as Mary takes your hand, holding it firm in her own as she brings you along to the entrance.

"Morning, Mary," A man behind a phone camera says," Who's this?"

"Morning," She greets, nudging you," This is my little sister, y/n. y/n, say hello."

"Hi!" You chirp before losing interest and looking around again. "Mary, I'm hungry."

"I'm not too sure when lunch will be. Sorry," Mary says as she grabs her room key.

"But I'm hungry now."

Mary flounders a bit, patting her pockets. All she ends up with is a half eaten protein bar. She's not sure if little kids are allowed to have protein bars. She gives it to you anyway.

"Here, rugrat," She says," Don't tell mum."

You cram it into your mouth. "Why?"

"Well...I don't know if I'm meant to give that to you."

"Why?"

"Because I don't."

"Is it because you can't read?"

Mary freezes in the middle of the hallway, trying to ignore the snickers of the teammates who have poked their heads out of their rooms to watch the interaction.

"Who told you I can't read?"

You shrug. "Mikey from school says footballers can't read because all their brain power has to go to their legs. If you can't read Mary you have to tell me 'cause then I need to find someone else for my bedtime story."

"I can read, rugrat!" Mary says a bit indignantly as she tries to wave away the other girls.

You give her a look. "Are you sure? You shouldn't lie, Mary, it's mean and I'll tell on you."

"I can read!"

"Don't worry, y/n!" Ella jeers from her doorway," I can read! I can do your bedtime story."

You smile. "Thank you, Ella!"

You like Ella. She plays with Mary at Manchester United and she's a little silly sometimes and you're sure that she can do all the different voices for the characters.

You turn back to Mary. "It's okay if you can't read," You say," I'm sure Ella can teach you."

"I can read!" She insists.

You pat her on the leg in comfort. "It's okay. You still have time to learn."

You leave Mary with Ella (who promises to help her learn to read) at lunch and scamper off to join Lessi. She used to play with Mary and she used to be your most favourite at United but now she's your most favourite at Arsenal.

She sits you up nice and high at a table with some of the other Arsenal girls like Lotte and Beth.

"My sister can't read," You say in greeting," Mikey from school says it's because United players are knuckleheads, except for Ella because she can read. Are Arsenal girls knuckleheads?"

Beth laughs under her breath and tries to disguise it as a cough but you know better.

"Are you asking if we can read?" Lotte asks.

You nod.

"We can read."

"That's good." You poke at your food. "It must be sad that Mary can't read."

Beth stifles another laugh, clearing her throat. "Yeah, very sad."

You glance around the room. "Can anyone else not read?"

Alessia shrugs. "I don't know. What do you think?"

"Mikey from school says Manchester City players are smart so that must mean they can read. Can Chelsea girls read?"

"Do you want to go and ask?"

You nod and hop off your chair. You pick out the Chelsea girls easily and tug on Jess Carter's hand.

"Hey," She says," Is everything okay?" She looks around. "Where's Mary?"

"Learning to read." You peek up over the table on your tiptoes so you can see everyone. "Mikey from school says Manchester United players are knuckleheads. Are any of you knuckleheads?"

Niamh snickers before sending a teasing smile to Lauren. "LJ's a bit of a knucklehead sometimes."

LJ rolls her eyes and flicks a pea at her teammate. "You're one to talk."

You gasp and wiggle away to take Lauren's hand, pulling her up out of her seat before you grab at Niamh too. You cart them away without explanation, mentally counting Fran and Jess out of team knucklehead.

You pass by Maya and Millie Turner and call out for them urgently.

"What's going on, rugrat?" Maya chuckles as you lead the group of four on. "Are you building an army?"

You shake your head as you wander through the hallways up to the bedrooms. You count three doors down from the elevator and drop Niamh's hand to knock.

Ella opens the door with a smile before it's dropped for a look of confusion when she's greeted by the equally confused group of four behind you.

"You building an army or something, rugrat?" She laughs.

"That's what I said!" Maya says and you shake your head, forcing everyone inside.

Mary's sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone. She looks up and groans. "What have you done this time?"

"Haven't done anything!" You insist, sticking your tongue out at her before turning to Ella. You point at the girls. "They can't read!" You tell her," 'Cause Niamh and LJ are knuckleheads and Maya and Millie play for United."

"I play for United," Ella says.

"But you can read. You're special," You tell her," You have to teach them."

You sound so serious and Mary can't help but burst into laughter.

That annoys you a little bit but you know just how to shut her up.

"You can't leave until you've learnt to read!"

#woso x reader #engwnt x reader #engwnt #lionesses x reader #england lionesses #mary earps x reader #mary earps #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

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leclerced · 1 year ago

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daydreaming | ln4 mv1

summary: intro into the blindfold universe! inspired by this ask i received and this one i sent bff j <3

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact. pure smut

author’s note: thank u guys sm for 500 followers <3 i hope u guys like this! its kind of rushed i wrote it yesterday bc i just wanted to write something in this universe <3 send me ur thoughts on what we should call her bc she needs a nameee

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She doesn’t realized she’s fallen into a daydream watching Max until Lando’s in front of her snapping in her face. She blinks stupidly at him, “Huh? Did you say something?”

Lando rolls his eyes and laughs. “Thinking about last night?” He teases her as he wiggles his eyebrows and she shakes her head. Her mind is flooded with memories of him between her legs the night before and her cheeks flush at the reminder.

“No, just uh, tired. Trying not to fall asleep.” She presses herself further into the couch cushion for emphasis and he sits next to her, draping an arm across her shoulders.

His breath is warm against her as he leans in and brushes his lips against the shell of her ear, “You’ve got that look in your eye, what are thinking about?” He leans back into the couch, now that he’s sitting next to her, he can follow her gaze and see she’s watching Max in his garage across from them. Despite her objecting again, her eyes betray her as they stay locked on him and she crosses her legs. Lando smirks to himself, ideas bubbling in his mind as he rests a hand on her thigh and she finally looks over at him.

“What are you doing?” She squeaks as he pushes his hand up her thigh, fingers dipping under the hem of her skirt.

He gives her a little smile, “Wanna go back to my driver’s room?” She quickly nods and hops up, grabbing his wandering hand to pull him up with her. Lando almost laughs at how quickly she pulls him up and out the back of the garage.

She pushes him down onto the loveseat in his driver’s room and climbs on top of him, instantly pressing her lips to his as she rocks her hips against his. Lando’s hands find her hips and begin guiding her to grind on him as he breaks the kiss, “Said you weren’t thinking about anything, but you’re acting like a slut.” She gasps and he continues, “Wanna tell me what you were thinking about now?”

“Told you, I wasn’t-“ She begins denying it again but Lando cuts her off.

“Saw you watching him, pet, you don’t have to lie to me.” He watches her cheeks flush and her mouth open and close in shock a few times.

“If you already know, why are you asking?” She finally huffs in annoyance.

He dips one hand between her thighs and sighs, “You’re soaked.” She rolls her hips so his fingers slip against her panties and she whines. “Just thinking about him got you this wet? Why don’t you go talk to him? I’m sure he’d be happy to help you out.” Her eyes flutter shut and she lets out a shaky moan as he slides her panties to the side and slides a finger into her.

She gasps again, eyebrows scrunching as he slowly pumps his finger, curling it each time he bottoms out with it. “Lan, want more.” She tries to avoid his questions, but he doesn’t give in to her plea.

He shakes his head even though she can’t see and continues the torturous pace. “Too scared to talk to him, is that it? Gonna play him just like you did me; act all sweet and innocent until he makes a move? Least with me it wasn’t all an act, it’s just too bad I’ve already ruined you, hun,he won’t get to corrupt you like I did.” She whines and tries to rock her hips against his hand, attempting to ride his finger but his other hand on her hip holds her steady as he laughs, “See what I mean? Got you so desperate you’re trying to ride my hand.” He curls his finger in her and begins rubbing her clit, drawing a lewd moan from her lips as he coos, “Be patient, hun, I’ll give you want you want… At least, I’ll make you cum. Can’t give you what you really want, isn’t that right? You wish it was him right now playing with your pussy?” She moans loudly and presses her face into his neck to hide the humiliated flush that coats her cheeks as she suddenly cums around his finger at the thought of Max’s fingers between her legs.

Lando laughs gleefully as she gushes around a single finger, her lips pressing to his neck to muffle her moans as she rocks against him. He lets her pull him in for a kiss when her orgasm subsides and she seeks his lips out immediately, soft and plump against his as she gasps into his mouth, fingers still attacking her sensitive pussy.

He’s not ready for the kiss to end when his watch buzzes on his wrist, but he breaks the kiss to see Oscar’s texted him that he’s needed in the car and everyone is looking for him. He kisses her one last time before sliding her off his lap and onto the couch, “I’ve gotta get in the car, I’ll see you later?” She mutely nods, grabbing one of his hands as he gets up and pressing a kiss to his palm before he leaves. She curls up and naps on his couch for the duration of the practice sessions, too turned on and embarrassed over everything Lando had just said to risk making eye contact with Max.

A few nights pass without incident, then after the race Sunday night, Lando’s made her cum three times and she’s barreling towards a fourth when suddenly he slows the speed of his hips against hers and the knot in her stomach begins to loosen. “Hey pet, you know how, the other day you were looking at Max?” She’s flooded with humiliation at the reminder but nods. “Anyone else you wanna fuck?”

She gasps and shakes her head quickly, too quickly. Lando grins above her, “You sure about that, baby? Could’ve sworn I saw you checking out Oscar this weekend.” If her cheeks weren’t already blushing, they would be as she shakes her head again and tries to press her face into the covers. He brings a hand to direct her to look at him again, “‘M not done. You know, they all wanna fuck you? Every single one of my friends. I can see it on their faces when I catch them watching. If only they know how badly you wanted some of them too.” She tries to fight his grip on her jaw to turn her face and press it into the pillow under her head to avoid his gaze but he keeps her in place. “Just tell me which one you want, and I can call him right now, any one of them would come running; Max, Daniel, Oscar… Even Charles and Carlos would be lining up for a chance.” She moans at each name, eyes fluttering shut as her mind is overwhelmed with possibilities. Lando picks his pace back up and begins fucking her quickly, hips smacking against hers and the slick sound of his cock gliding in and out of her makes her hot all over. “Could have ‘em lined up, let all my friends see how good this pussy is.” Her orgasm crashes over her suddenly as his thumb rubs quick circles into her clit, and she doesn’t even realize she was moaning Max’s name until she reopens her eyes and sees Lando on his phone, still fucking her as he casually chats with whoever, “Hey, sorry for waking you, didn’t look at the time. Come to my room, yeah?”

She blinks up at him stupidly before her eyes dart over to the door expectantly. A moment later, there’s a loud knock at the door and Lando’s pulling away from her before he’s came. She points it out and he grins, “I can fuck you anytime I want, don’t wanna make Max have to eat my cum out of you. Not yet, anyways.” She stares at him in bewilderment as he walks over to the door completely naked. She doesn’t have the energy after four orgasms to feel nervous or self conscious as Max is pulled into the room, confused at Lando’s nudity until he sees her fucked out on the mattress and Lando pushes him towards it and the confusion grows. Max stumbles before catching himself and turning back to his friend curiously.

Lando grins, “We haven’t got all night, get to it.” Max blinks stupidly at him, half wondering if this is some fucked up ultra realistic dream he’s having, but then she’s sitting up on the mattress and crawling towards him. He meets her at the edge of the bed, she stands up on her knees so she can wrap her hands in his hair and pull him in for a kiss. It’s hesitant at first, she hasn’t kissed anyone but Lando since she was a teenager and another man’s lips on hers are foreign and exciting. Max takes the lead and swipes his tongue across her bottom lip, and she happily parts her lips so he can lick his way into her mouth. He lets her pull him down with her and follows her up the bed as she scoots back into the pillows and he finds himself settling between her thighs.

The bed shifts behind him and he breaks the kiss to see Lando settling on the edge of the bed. Her lips move down his neck and her legs wrap around his waist drawing a moan from his lips as she pulls him down against her and rolls her hips up in the same motion. Lando gives him a little nod and he takes it as an all clear despite the verbal invite moments before and lets his hands settle on her hips. They don’t stay there for long, once he feels her soft skin under his fingertips he can’t get enough and they begin exploring her body.

She’s sighing into his mouth with every roll of her hips against his and he can feel how wet she is through his pajama pants, he’s fully hard and leaking in record time from her grinding. Max finally moves one hand between her thighs and runs two fingers up and down her slit to collect her wetness before he slips them inside. She’s so slick and warm and Max feels himself twitch and leak precum at the feeling. He barely fingers her before she’s reaching down to pull his hand from between her thighs, “Need you to fuck me, now.”

The demand goes straight to his head and he looks to Lando for approval, “Do you have a condom?” Lando shakes his head, “Don’t use ‘em, but she’s on birth control.” Max blinks at him in shock before turning back to her when he feels her hand dip into his pajamas to wrap around him and she moans at the weight of him in her hand.

“Feel good, Maxie.” She sighs the pet name as she swipes her thumb over the head of his cock and he groans, hands fumbling to push his bottoms down his thighs and she’s quick to guide the thick head of his cock to her entrance. Max doesn’t hesitate for fear Lando will decide this is a bad idea and make him stop, and he revels in the loud moan that he forces out of her when he bottoms out quickly. Her voice is pitchy as she gasps, “Oh- you-you’re so big.” He slowly rocks his hips against hers and is given another praise as she stutters, “Can feel you in my stomach.” Her eyes flutter shut as one of her hands abandons his hair to press to her lower stomach and she rocks her up hips into his as she cries, “Please, move.”

Her wish is his command, he thinks as he draws back his hips before slamming back into her. Each thrust, he slowly pulls out until the head of his cock catches on her entrance then hard and fast, he bottoms out in her again. Each time his hips hit hers, his cock jolts her g-spot and she sings his praises, begging him to do it again and again until she’s suddenly coming with no warning after his thumb finds her clit and he strokes at the slick bundle of nerves a few times. His lips find her neck and his teeth sinking into her neck teasingly is all it takes for her to fall over the edge, the pleasant mix of pain and pleasure sending her spiraling into the pits of her orgasm.

He barely pulls out before his orgasm hits him right after hers, his cum streaking across her cunt and stomach as he moans into her skin. She strokes the back of his neck and giggles, “You didn’t have to pull out, y��know.”

Max huffs into her skin, “You could’ve told me that before I did.”

She flushes under him and before she can reply, Lando’s making fun of her, “Gonna have to work for it if you want her to tell you what she wants, she’s used to me knowing.” Max’s mind fizzles at the insinuation that this will happen again, but before he can think too hard on it, Lando’s got a hand in his hair and is pulling him away as he teases, “My turn.”

Max debates whether or not he should stay or go as he moves out of the way, he doesn’t want to overstay his welcome, but neither of them shoo him away so he hesitantly scoots up the mattress to sit next to her. One of his hands finds her breast and he palms it softly, her head tilting to meet his eyes and she gives him a little nod to continue. He’s happy to, and dips his head down so his mouth can join his fingers, giving the other breast some attention as he pinches and twists her nipple between two fingers.

They make her cum like that, Max’s free hand drifting down to rub her clit while he sucks on her tits and pinches her nipples. Lando tells him how good he was, how good he is now, makes het thank him rubbing her clit without anyone even asking. His ears are hot as Lando speaks filth to both of them, praising him while calling her a whore for begging another man to fuck her when she has a perfectly capable boyfriend. He doesn’t even get kicked out when Lando’s done with her, somehow he falls right into their routine and helps Lando wash her hair in the bath. He’d planned on leaving as Lando carried her to bed from the bathroom, but then she was murmuring his name and sitting up right after Lando set her down and he’d end up crawling into bed to sandwich her between them.

Max wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it for weeks afterwards, he’d be on the verge of begging to have another go at her when Lando walks by and slips something in his pocket. He’d wait until he was alone to pull whatever it was out, and he’s pleasantly surprised to find a tiny envelope containing a keycard with a room number and time written on it.

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onlyswan · 3 months ago

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hello everyone <3 i didn’t want to disappear out of nowhere so i’m letting y’all know that i’m taking an indefinite break from writing. the internet in general has just been very bad for my mental health. and i know you’ve heard this a lot haha but this app just isn’t the same anymore and the weird anons are throwing me off and i’m. exhausted. thank you for all the love and support for the past three years :] i hope i never lacked in showing my appreciation for that. each reblog, comment, and ask give me butterflies. i genuinely love all of you and i’m so lucky that my blog attracted such kind souls. i hope my works are something you still want to come back to every now and then. i hope atleast one cheered you up when you were sad. i hope atleast one made life seem a little better. i hope atleast one made you feel something in your heart, your gut.

i told myself i wanted to finish dreamboat atleast before i do this. i didn’t expect it to be sort of timely. if you could read it with a wider perspective i think that would be nice.

i will still check in every now and then ^_^ feel free to interact, send an ask, and dm me still. i just won’t be as active as before. i’ll try to hop back into writing when i feel better :) i love you all. please take care of yourself always and think of me sometimes <3 art is everywhere, no? :P

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Dirty Laundry (Payback) - A Sturniolo Fanfic

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Summary: Matt takes you out on a date. Can you focus on the payback plan and put your feelings for Matt to the side?

Warnings: MDNI/ smut/ mattxfem!reader/ pnv/ slight choking/ toxic intentions/ getting payback/ fluff/ pet names (pretty boy, baby)/ multiple part series/ use of "you"

A/N: This is part 3 of my series, "Dirty Laundry." For context, click here to find parts 1 and 2. Interactions are appreciated. Pls don't steal my shit. Thx!💋

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“What the fuck are we doing?” you think to yourself as you pull on a jacket. Matt said the date was a surprise, but he also told you to dress “outdoorsy”…whatever the hell that meant. There was no denying the slight sense of excitement that bubbled in your chest when he told you this date was a secret. Although you knew it was totally because you were going to see Matt, you wanted to convince yourself that it was because you were no longer going to see Matt after tonight. Tonight was it. You needed to find a way to get Matt alone and follow through with the plan before you fell in deeper than you wanted to. The whole point of this was to get back at your ex, not to fall for his brother.

[Matthew Sturniolo]

I think I’m here.

[You]

I’m walking outside now! Do you see me?

Matt honks the horn lightheartedly and your eyes fall on his car. As you approach the vehicle, Matt hops out of the car to open your door.

"You look really good," Matt says, a smiling spreading across his face as he shuts your door and makes his way to the driver's side.

As much as you hate it, you can feel your face grow hot.

"Don't fucking blush at that! What're you doing?!?" you think to yourself, pulling down the passenger mirror to make sure the flush isn't too noticeable. You look over at Matt as he buckles his seatbelt. He's wearing a white t-shirt, a nice pair of pants, and a hat embroidered with flowers.

"You don't look too bad yourself," you say.

Matt tries to hold back his smile, but he fails. He puts the car in drive and starts to move away from your house. The two of you talk and listen to music as he drives. Suddenly, you remember that you don't even know where you're going.

"So, where are you taking me?"

"We are going on a hike," he says shooting you a look.

We are going on a fucking hike for a "first date?!" Great! His brother is a fuckboy, and he is a serial killer.

"A hike," you say confused. "Are you going to kidnap me or something?" you chuckle.

Matt lets out a soft laugh.

"No, I'm not going to kidnap you. I want to take you to a special spot."

"As long as it's not a pre-dug grave, I'm down," you say with a laugh.

Matt smiles at you before returning his eyes to the road. Why is he so hot...ugh? If he keeps looking at me like that I'm going to...

"We're here," Matt says pulling you out of your thoughts.

He pulls into the parking lot and exits the car. After helping you out of the vehicle, he looks down at you.

"Are you ready?" he asks as a huge smile consumes his face.

You take off his hat and place it on his head backwards.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," you say, taking Matt's face in your hands.

His smile makes your heart race. Suddenly, your feels his hands snake around your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks, rubbing his thumb on your lower back.

"I'd be upset if you didn't," you reply with a smirk, pulling his face even closer to yours.

Matt's lips meet yours as he kisses you gently. Although his lips are sweet and warm, the soft kiss sends a jolt throughout your entire body. He pulls away from you and places a gentle peck to your forehead.

"Let's get going," he says, taking your hand in his as he starts to lead you down the trail. The two of you walked with your hands intertwined. Matt leads the way as you take in the scenery. Everything is so beautiful.

"How did you know that I like hiking?"

Matt looks at you and lets out a small chuckle.

"I didn't."

You look at Matt, taking in the sight of him. His lips, his hair, his perfectly tattooed arm, his hand intertwined with yours. You reach for your phone.

"Well, I hope you know that I like taking pictures too," you say with a laugh. You take a quick photo of Matt before quickly putting your phone back in your pocket.

"Let me see the picture," Matt laughs.

"I'll show you later, I promise."

"I'm going to hold you to that. We are almost to the spot. We've got to take this path right here," Matt says, leading the way.

He takes you down a connecting trail, revealing a lot more greenery. You can hear the sound of water, but there are only trees in sight. You pull out your phone and start to take even more pictures. You and Matt continue to talk as you walk through the trail, when a few short trees reveal a waterfall.

"MATT, LOOK!" you say pointing excitedly. You quickly turn your phone and start to snap a bunch of photos of the waterfall. Matt chuckles at your excitement.

"I know. Pretty cool, huh?"

"It so prettyyyyughhhh," you respond looking at Matt.

Matt's hand leaves yours as he wraps it around your back, kissing the top of your head softly.

"I know, I know, but we've gotta keep walking. We are almost there. I promise you'll be able to see it again, the trees break more up ahead."

You nod and continue to walk, Matt's hand resting on your lower back. After walking and talking for a few more minutes, Matt stops you. He grabs your hands and looks in your eyes.

"Do you trust me?" he asks.

"Uhhh, not really. I don't know you super well yet. Why?"

Matt chuckles at your response.

"Because this is a surprise, so I need to cover your eyes."

See...a serial killer.

"Do whatever you have to do," you laugh, "Just please don't hurt me."

You hear Matt laugh as he places his hands over your eyes. His voice guides you, making sure you don't run into anything. You start to feel Matt slow down.

"Are we here?" you ask.

"Mhm," Matt says taking his hands away from your eyes.

After blinking a few times and readjusting to the light, you see the waterfall. It looks 10 times bigger now that you are standing in the grassy area directly next to it. You look down at your feet and see a huge blanket covered in picnic supplies.

"MATT! What the fuck?!" you shriek excitedly, turning to hug him.

Matt laughs, pulling you into his body.

"Do you like it?" he asks.

"I love it!"

That was the problem. He was too hard to not like. At this point, you wish he would've just killed you.

You squeeze Matt hard, taking in his comforting scent before pulling away from him. The both of you sit down on the blanket as your date officially begins. The two of you talk and laugh while enjoying your picnic. You pull out your phone and start to take even more photos.

"Can I see the one you took of me earlier?" Matt asks, taking a sip of his drink.

"I'll show you later," you say.

"Like when I drop you off later orr?"

"Matt, I want you to stay at my house tonight. What do you think?" you ask, searching for a way to get Matt alone.

He smiles at you as he thinks.

"I'll stay with you tonight, but only because I want to see that photo," Matt says with a smirk on his face.

As the two of you finish up the picnic, you stand up and dust yourself off. That's when you feel a vibration in your pocket. You pull out your phone, noticing you have an Instagram notification.

[Christopher Sturniolo]

Can we please talk?

I miss you.

Come pick me up tonight, please.

Without even thinking, you block the account.

"Do you need some help," you ask Matt.

"No, I've got it," Matt responds, throwing everything back into the basket that it came out of.

He picks up the basket and grabs your hand. He leads you back down the trail to the parking lot. The two of you find the car and pack up. Matt helps you into the car before getting in himself. As he starts to drive off you can feel him looking at you.

“What?” you say, smiling against your will.

“Did you have a good time? Are you going to let me take you out again?” he asks.

“You aren’t very good at taking hints, are you? I literally asked you to stay the night at my house tonight.”

You can see Matt lick his lips before his attention falls back on the road.

“Oh, I’m very good at taking hints. I just want to make sure we are on the same page, and I don’t get my hopes up after tonight,” he says.

“Yes, Matt. I plan on sticking around if you do,” you say, swallowing the lump in your throat created by the lie that just came out of your mouth.

“Good. I really like you,” he says placing his hand on your thigh.

“I really like you too,” you say, placing your hand over top of his.

Eventually, Matt arrives at your house. He gets out of the car first to open your door. He takes your hand in his as he walks you to your front door.

"I'm going to take a quick shower and then I'll text you when you can come over," you say, taking his face in your hands.

"I'm going to shower too but trust me I'll be waiting for that text."

The both of you laugh and you quickly press your lips to his. Almost as quickly as you start the kiss, you pull away. Matt attempts to pull you back in obviously wanting more.

"Not too fast, pretty boy. You'll get plenty of that later."

Matt chuckles and places a small peck to your forehead.

"That shower better be quick," he says as he walks back towards his car.

You smile at his words and walk inside, immediately making your way to the bathroom.

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After finishing your "everything shower," you immediately messaged Matt, wanting him to come over as quickly as possible. You want to spend as much time with him as you can, considering tonight may be the last night that you see him. You're setting up your room for a movie night when you get a text from Matt.

[Matthew Sturniolo]

I'm here.

You walk to the front door, flinging it open before Matt can even knock. You grab him by his shirt, pulling him towards your body.

"Get in here," you say playfully, pressing your mouth against his as soon as he enters your house. For a mouth that you just met today, you really did miss it a lot.

You give Matt a tour of your house, saving your room for last.

"I hope you like watching movies," you say nodding your head towards the bowl of popcorn on your nightstand.

"I love movies," he says, sitting his backpack on your floor.

You lead him towards your bed, both of you getting comfortable immediately. Matt pulls you into his body and the two of you agree on a movie. As the movie goes on, you share the popcorn, talk, and admire each other, kissing occasionally. Being here with Matt just felt so right and his body pressed against yours started to make your heart race.

"Do you want any more popcorn?" you ask him.

Matt shakes his head with a smile. You set the popcorn back on your nightstand, freeing up your hands so that you can roam Matt's body. You immediately put your hand on his chest as you place your lips against his. As you deepen the kiss, you swing your leg over his. Matt smiles against your lips before slipping his tongue in your mouth. You move your hand down to his lower stomach, slipping your fingers into his waistband. Suddenly, you start to feel pressure against your thigh. You look up at Matt with a chuckle.

"Is that your phone or are you just happy to see me?" you ask sarcastically.

Matt's cheeks start to flush. He clears his throat and ignores your question.

"Speaking of phones, can you show me those photos you took now?" he asks, desperately trying to change the subject.

"Of course," you say, laughing at Matt's demeanor.

You instantly pull out your phone and click on your 'Photos' app. You scroll to the photo of Matt and hold it up to him excitedly.

"Loooook," you say with a big smile, "You're so handsome. I could literally die."

Matt laughs, kissing your hair as a thank you. You scroll through the next few photos that you captured on your hike, when you land on the waterfall photos. You feel giddy inside as you look up at Matt. Why did he have to be so perfect and take you on the best first date possible. Just being in his presence was enough to turn you on.

"Look at how pretty the waterfall was, Matt," you say, pushing your phone closer to his face.

Matt starts to laugh to himself.

"What?"

"Nothing. I was about to say something really cringey," he says continuing to laugh.

"Well, let's hear it then," you say with a smirk.

"I was going to say that the waterfall was probably the second prettiest thing that I saw today," Matt says winking at you playfully.

"Can I say something cringey too?"

Matt nods his head, rubbing small circles on your thigh with his thumb and placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

"That waterfall will also be the second wettest thing that you've seen all day if you keep talking to me like that."

You can feel Matt smirk against your skin before his eyes land on yours. You smile at him before you begin to pepper kisses against his jawline. You straddle Matt as you lean your face towards his. He takes your ass in his hands as he kisses you passionately. A small moan escapes your lips from the taste of his mouth. You grind against the now obvious bulge in his pants as you kiss him more desperately. Matt rolls you over, placing his body between your legs, never breaking the kiss.

"I need to be on top. If this is the only time I have to get with Matt, I'm going to at least make sure it's good," you think to yourself.

Matt's lips disconnect with yours and meet your neck. His tongue dancing across your skin forces your hips to buck up towards his, searching for friction.

"Take off your pants," you whisper into Matt's ear.

At your command, Matt props himself up on his knees as he starts to pull down his sweatpants. You sit up yourself, pulling off your shirt before you grab Matt by the shoulders, rolling him over. You begin to kiss down Matt's body, grabbing for the bottom of his shirt. Matt lifts up slightly and you pull his shirt off. He then loops his fingers in your waistband, slipping your shorts off, leaving you both in you under clothes.

"I need to get a condom from my bag," Matt says out of breath as you begin to suck hickeys along his collarbone.

"No need," you say, leaning over to grab one from the top drawer of your nightstand, placing the package in between Matt's teeth.

He smiles as he reaches up to unclasp your bra and throws it on the floor. He then pulls you flesh against his chest before placing you on your back once again. Shit. He gently pulls your underwear down and tosses them with your bra. Matt begins to reach for the waistband of his own underwear before you roll him onto his back and mounting him once again. The two of you were just tossing each other back and forth at this point.

"I'll get these, and you open that," you say, sliding his boxers down and flicking your eyes to the condom in his mouth.

Matt pulls the protection out of his mouth and lets out a small chuckle as he tears the package open.

"What're you doing?" he giggles, as he pulls the condom out of its package.

"I'm sorry, did you want me to..."

"No, not about this," Matt interrupts you, "Why won't you let me be on top?"

"It's just, umm," you start.

"It's okay. I don't mind. I'm just curious," Matt says, pulling the condom onto himself.

"I can't finish unless I'm on top."

"Who told you that?" Matt asks with a small laugh.

"Nobody. Just from experience."

"Well, that certainly isn't true. Whoever was fucking you just wasn't doing it right," Matt says with a shit eating grin on his face.

"It was your fucking brother," you want to scream out badly.

"Let me prove it to you," Matt says, rolling you over onto your back for the last time, "I want to see your pretty face."

Matt leans down and kisses you roughly. You nod your head, letting him know it's okay.

"Are you ready?" he asks, lining himself up with your entrance.

"Yes, Matt. Please," you say, quickly looking down at Matt's size. He's bigger than Chris.

Matt starts to push himself into you, both of you letting out a gasp. He stretched you out in the best way possible. After giving you a moment to adjust to his size, he starts to pump himself inside of you. Matt lets out a low groan at the feeling of you taking him in.

"Holy fuck," you moan.

Almost immediately, Matt locates your g-spot and begins to slam himself into it repeatedly. Your back arches off the bed and your sounds of pleasure begin to fill the room. You claw at Matt's back, needing more of him.

"FUCK, MATT! Right there."

Your hands leave his back and fall on the bed. Matt quickly takes one of your hands in his and squeezes it gently as he starts to pound himself into you hard and fast.

"That good?" Matt whispers against your ear.

You shriek in response, the feeling of pleasure consuming you. Matt wraps his hand around your throat and kisses the side of your jaw sweetly as he fucks you rough.

"You okay, baby?" he asks through his low moans.

"Oh my God, Matt! Don't stop!"

"Fuck! I'm so close," Matt groans, taking his hand off of your throat and placing it on your clit, rubbing fast circles.

"I'm gonna... Fuck!" you scream as your orgasm hits you hard.

Matt comes at the same time as you. He continues to fuck himself into you as you both ride out your highs. That was the best you had ever felt. Matt pulls out of you and kisses your face gently. He removes the condom and easily pulls you into his chest. He runs his hand over your hair, softly rubbing your back.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"I'm fucking great, Matt," you say, kissing his chest.

"How do you feel?"

"That was amazing," you say caressing his arm.

"I'm happy I made you feel good," he says kissing your lips lightly, "Do you want me to go start a bath?"

"No need. I don't think I'm done for the night," you say with a playful smirk.

"Before we get too ahead of ourselves, I need to ask you a question," Matt chuckles.

"Go ahead."

"Would you want to meet my brothers sometime? I really, really like you and I want you to meet them, especially if we are going to be seeing each other for a while."

You think to yourself for a moment. Matt is really great. Greater than you pictured. Sure, you only started things with him to piss Chris off, but you couldn't care less about Chris anymore. Why break things off with Matt if Matt is what you deserve. He is everything you've ever wanted and makes up for all of the areas that Chris was lacking in. If anything, Chris seeing you with Matt in person would make him madder than kissing and telling. Fuck this payback plan.

"Yes, Matt. I'd love to," you say, a large smile plastered across your face.

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