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rreyie · 4 years ago

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sheets

summary- you think it’s about time to explore sex in your relationship. but will levi agree?

warnings- smut, unprotected sex, oral sex, dacryphilia, a little usage of pet names at the end

a/n- this fic is just basically canon levi if he was hornier, isayama confirmed he is in fact a sub so i’m doing what i can with that information

*this work is a part of the 500 follower milestone special

bringing up this conversation wasn’t easy.

you had been dating levi for about a year now, since the rumbling had stopped. you two talked about getting married, buying a house, but somehow he had always seemed to avoid the topic of sex.

you knew he went through some stuff during his childhood which made him a little apprehensive to engaging in any physical contact. you were understanding of this and took things slow, which he seemed to appreciate. you’ve only suggested it once, but even then levi seemed oblivious to the fact that you were ready for the next step in your relationship.

you had eventually come to the conclusion that if you wanted this, you needed to be upfront with it and tell him directly what you needed.

you decided to make a move one night when you two were about to settle down for the night. levi was drinking a cup of tea while reading a rather large novel. he licked a finger and turned the page as you came walking into the bedroom.

“hey levi”, you say, climbing into bed next to him. “whatcha readin’?”

his head turned up to you, calm gaze meeting yours as he shut the book. “just something i found on the bookshelf. thought it would be interesting to read something other than documents relating to the war.”

you nodded and pulled the plush grey comforter over your body until it came up to your chest, and snuggled into levi’s body. you could feel him tense up a little bit, but then wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in closer.

gradually, you scooted your backside to the point where you were laying on his lap, head resting on his toned chest. the arm that was once wrapped around you was now resting on your head, fingers gliding though your hair. he placed a soft kiss on your head, and rubbed it.

you returned the favor, peppering small kisses along his jawline and on his cheeks. his face was rather cold, but you had gotten used to the feeling since you started to date him. you took a hand and brushed his raven hair out of the way of his forehead and kissed above his eyebrow and on his forehead. he moved his face so that his lips aligned with yours and pressed the back of your forehead so that lips would crash with his. levi had not always been a good kisser, but he learned once you told him what to do.

the kiss got deeper and deeper until you two were practically making out, something that rarely occurred between you two because he thought that making out was too sloppy for him. his tongue fought with yours, soft lips continuously bashing up against yours.

you pull away from the kiss, a look of discontent on levi’s face as he pulls you in again.

“wait, levi...” you say. “i-i wanted to try something new, only if you’re okay with it.”

his brows furrowed, and he sat himself up so that his back was against the headboard. “what?”

“well, i was thinking that we could take this a step further- only if you’re comfortable. i don’t want to make you scared or anything.” you could feel your cheeks begin to warm, but levi’s face was pale and for the most part emotionless as always.

he raised an eyebrow to this. “what exactly are you suggesting, y/n?”

you sigh, and take a deep breath. you anticipated that he wouldn’t know what you were talking about. but now that the time had finally come to be clear with your request, butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“i want to have sex.”

his silver eyes widened, and he took his hands off of you but still let you remain in the position you were in. that was an indication that he wasn’t too mad.

“well, i uh...” he stammered. “i haven’t really thought about it, actually i’ve never thought about it. it sounds gross-“

“oh okay then. i’ll go to bed then-“

“wait, no.” he interrupted. “i never said i didn’t want to. i just don’t know how...”

“that’s alright”, you say, straddling his hips. “i’ll show you what to do. just sit back and relax.”

you press a kiss to his lips once more before focusing your attention on his crotch covered by his thin pair of pajama pants. you slip a hand down into them just so your fingers grazed upon his cock.

“ah, oh god-“ levi chokes. your hand retreats.

“what’s wrong? did i hurt you..?”

“no...” he says. “i’m just- just not used to being touched like that.. please just keep going.”

you nodded and proceeded to move your curious fingers in between where his groin and boxers met, slipping your hand through his boxers where you could feel him. his cock was hot, throbbing and pulsating though his skin. you could see him wince, but that only made you go further.

you pulled his pants and boxers completely down so he was exposed. taking his length in your hand, you pump him slowly to try and get him hard. his tip began to become more prominent, the head turning a nice shade of red. a bead of white began to leak from his tip. you smeared it around, making him fist the sheets eagerly. he mumbled a few curses under his breath.

“enjoying that?” you ask in a half teasing voice. this made him flash a warning glare at you. you never knew that he would enjoy a handjob this much, being the one who was grossed out by the idea of intercourse.

he wasn’t necessarily a large guy down there, hence being malnourished as a child. but you weren’t going to judge yet, you haven’t even gotten to get him inside of you.

you figured that you had been fisting him long enough that he probably wanted something more that the hand, so you lowered your head down to his groin and put your tongue right on the tip. it was hot underneath the slippery flesh of your tongue, but that was exactly how you liked it. you gently licked him starting from the bottom of his throbbing shaft up, making a groan slip from his mouth. your head shot up instantly, smirking at the sight of levi panting even though you’ve done almost nothing.

you continue and begin to slide your mouth around his cock, and his eyes began to roll into the back of his head. it was almost funny how sensitive he was, seeing how his tongue started to hang out of his mouth as you continued to envelope him.

“f-fuck...” he whined. you chuckled, sending the vibrations through his cock and making him thrust his hips into you, tip hitting the back of your throat. you lifted your head up from him and coughed, levi pouting because you had stopped your ministrations.

“ready to actually get into it?” you ask him, beginning to unbutton your shirt. his eyes were half-lidded, likely as a result of the pleasure he was just immersed in. a little bit of drool hung out of his mouth, cheeks heated and a shade of red. he looked so pretty like this, all fucked out even though you’ve only blown him for all of five minutes.

his gaze focused on your chest as you slid out of your nightshirt. he had seen you naked plenty of times before, but it seemed to just feel different tonight. perhaps less innocent then the past few times.

“lay down for me, and just relax”, you say to him as he nods and lays himself down on the mattress of your bed. you pushed your panties to the side to reveal your mound, already somewhat wet from the past activity. levi gulped and grabbed your hips to drag them on top of his.

“if anything i do is uncomfortable, please just tell me”, you said as you began to sink down on his length. his grey eyes rolled into the back of his head, grabbing the sheets even harder than before.

“ah-oh fuck-“ he groaned. his words were strained as if someone was choking him. but your hands weren’t on his throat, they were intertwined with his to have something to hold on to. it made it seem more intimate, more close than you two have ever been.

you started to bounce yourself on his lap, feeling him slide between your walls. though he wasn’t necessarily well endowed, he still managed to fit nice and snug inside of you.

“h-how’s it feel, love?” you ask him. but he can’t speak right now, since the new sensations are taking over his body. his balls are starting to tighten, blood rushing to his dick. “i get it baby boy, you’re feeling new things.”

all of a sudden, you see a little tear drop from his left eye and run down the heated flesh of his cheek. a barely audible sob escapes his lips, jet black hair all in his face and splayed out on the pillow.

“oh... you’re crying?” you ask, a soothing tone in your voice, but you don’t stop your bouncing. “it’s alright.” you take your thumb and place it on his cheek, wiping the tear away.

“j-j-just feels... so good...” he stutters, voice cracking with each word.

“i know, i know”, you coo. “i’m taking good care of you. just try- try to relax.”

your pace quickens and his grip around your hands seems to tighten, another moan failing to stifle from his mouth. his moans were so goddamn pretty, they weren’t like most men. they were gentle and quiet, breathy and somewhat high pitched. well fuck, what else did you expect? he’s always pretty.

“think i’m- m’ gonna cum” he gasps. and to be honest, you were about to as well.

“i know baby, but can you wait a moment? just for me?” you ask. “just gotta- oh my god, right there-!” you yelp as you tilt your angle and find out exactly where levi can hit your sweet spot.

the repeated motions are enough to send you over the edge, making you twitch as levi lets out another cry and spills himself into you, not even caring to pull out. his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, a bit of drool at the tip. he was like a dog, completely at your mercy.

after you’ve come down from your high, you take a look at how levi was holding up. a sweet smile forms on your face as you notice how he is, panting with cum littering his abdomen.

laying down next to him, you brush a few strands of hair out of his pale face. his tired, hooded eyes look up to you, an amazed expression painted on his face.

“you did so well. i’m proud, levi”, you say sweetly, placing a kiss on his soft lips.

he kissed you back briefly, but the moment soon was cut short after he realized how much cum was everywhere. he shot up from his position and immediately sprung off the bed.

“levi what are you-“

“fuck, there’s cum absolutely everywhere”, he groaned. “get these sheets in the laundry while i clean up. then hop in with me, we’re gonna sleep on the couch tonight, alright?”

you giggle. though you did like levi when he was all sweet and submissive, you had to admit that you did miss his bossy side.

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ackerlert · 4 years ago

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Sneaky Link

Pairings: Porco x fem reader x sugar daddy!zeke

Summary: University reader becomes Zeke’s sugar baby after meeting each other at her work, which is a stripper, ofc. Eventually develops a relationship with Porco Galliard, of whom Zeke employs ;)

TW: alcohol usage, oral (m / f receiving), food (icing) play, mirror sex, phone sex

You needed some money during college, and tutoring stupid high schoolers wasn’t making the bills. Plus, you couldn’t put up with their slowness one second longer.

When Sasha took you out for a night at the strip club to relieve some stress, her joke that you could always make bank shaking your ass for old men actually sounded quite appealing. It was a lot more fun than tutoring, anyways.

Out of curiosity, you found yourself browsing the internet for openings at nearby nightclubs. Soon you were watching YouTube videos of strippers going through their daily routine, counting their tips, and describing their success in the industry. You were hooked.

You ask Hitch to take pole dancing lessons with you, and she doesn't suspect any of your true intentions, since this was on your bucket list of things to do together.

Soon you secured yourself a job at a local strip club. The first person you confided in was, unsurprisingly, Hitch. She was surprised you actually pursued being a stripper, but the shock didn't really last for long considering her knowledge of your freaky tendencies.

Hitch advised you to be careful, and she was particularly worried about how you would manage to fit this new job into your tight school schedule.

It was simple: you would take your classes, do your assignments, and report to your job at night. You’d work through the closing shift and get back to your shared apartment with Mikasa, Sasha, and Hitch sometime past 2am.

Zeke is a regular.

He gives you larger tips than any of the other girls.

He even pays for private sessions, which consist of you dancing for him mostly an hour at a time.

Eventually you two fuck it out in a booth of the club.

He asks if you'd like to “do this again sometime”. Naturally, you agreed. He exchanges phone numbers with you and asks for your cashapp.

Blushing because you didn't realize he intended on compensating you for your arrangement, you agree to give him your account number.

You and Zeke continue this for a couple months, growing more addicted to the orgasms he gives you every time.

You had two generous sources of income now.

You found out a lot about zeke: he owned a decently large company, fucked a lot of women before he met you, and he was even more freaky than yourself.

One day after a session with Zeke, you're sprawled out on the side of his bed, toying with the golden hair that trailed down his torso, and staring up at the ceiling, mind completely fucked out.

“I have a business event coming up soon,” Zeke states.

You hum in approval, not expecting zeke to continue on.

“It’s plus one.” He pauses, “I was wondering if you would like to join me.”

You turn your head to look at Zeke, almost asking him to repeat himself. Was this like a date thing?

Zeke turned to look at you too. His eyes glossed over at the sight of your surprised face and post-sex hair floating around the crown of your head. He smirked, visualizing the way he had made that sex hair. Gripping your h/c locks and pulling your head back, pounding into you from behind.

Your lips were swollen from being stretched around his thick cock, making him cum round after round. Now they were parted, unsure as what to make of his question.

Zeke repeated himself, “Are you free next Saturday?”

“Y-yes. I’m free.” You said, “I would love to go to your work thing with you.” A smile graced your lips. He fucking loved that smile. Loved seeing it bloom on your face when your eyes rolled to the back of your head, begging to take more of his cock.

“Alright,” he grabbed for his phone, pulling up the information from his calendar. Your phone dinged, no doubt zeke sending you over the event details. “It’s formal attire. Do you need to buy something to wear?” He glanced up lovingly from the screen at you for a mere second. “Fuck it, never mind that.” His eyes reconcentrated back onto the phone. Your phone dinged again, the familiar melody of the cashapp notification filling your ears.

“Let’s take you shopping, princess.” His legs swung over the side of the bed. A back completely full of endless scratches faced you while he stretched those long arms of his. His back muscles rippled as he did so, the sight making your stomach flutter with butterflies.

“Wait!” You say desperately and propping yourself up on the bed. You didn't intend on opening your mouth, but now you had to commit to it.

Zeke side glanced at you, acknowledging your pathetic request.

“Let me suck you off one more time,” you said. You added, “before we go.” A husky chuckle escaped from zeke’s throat. “Such a slut for me.” “What a good girl, knowing just the way to make me hard.”

Porco and you meet each other at the business event, it’s an instant click. He’s employed by Zeke. Soon you're exchanging numbers with him.

These business parties became more frequent with Zeke. And every time, Porco was there. You two would sneak off to help yourself to drinks while Zeke was bombarded with potential buyers inquiring about his product.

Porco makes you laugh so much. Honestly, it’s probably the alcohol, but every joke he cracked earned a cute giggle from you. It only made him harder for you than he already was.

“I could go a lot longer than him, you know.” He whispers in your ear.

Sooner than later you’re texting Zeke that the alcohol was killing your stomach, and you just had to get out of there right away.

Porco didn’t wait to stick his strong hands in your pants when you tumbled into the taxi.

“Gonna take you away from that old man’s dick, yeah baby? Give you this big cock like you deserve?”

You make it back to his large apartment, practically humping his clothed leg on the elevator ride.

By the time you’re inside his place, your panties are soaked and the black lace Zeke bought you is falling from your shoulders.

Porco throws you on the bed, not leaving you any time to remove your heels.

He climbs over you and just starts completely obliterating you with open mouthed kisses across your collarbone.

You don't fail to notice the mirror above Porco’s large bed, seeing the way he straddles over your small body.

Porco sits up from his position on the end of the bed and grabs for your ankles, yanking you closer to him. Just as he hums into your folds, a buzzing emerges from your purse in the middle of the living room.

“Shit,” you say, recognizing the pattern as Zeke’s contact. “It’s Zeke,” you groan.

“Answer the phone, pretty girl.” Porco says with a devilish smirk.

“Wha-?!” Your face fills with terror.

“I said answer the phone.” Porco grows stricter in tone.

“O-ok” your hands shake as you make your way across the floor to where your purse was.” As you accept the call, Porco motions you back to the bed.

You nod, doing as he says.

“Hey princess,” Zeke says with a smile on the end of the phone.

“Hi,” you say shakily. Porco gives you a menacing look.

“Not feeling good?” Zeke refers to your text.

You let out a shy “Nuh-uh” in response.

“I’m sorry baby,” Zeke says, “I can pick you up so you can spend the night with me in case you feel any worse.”

“No!-“ You say startled, “I mean, no, my girlfriends have me all bundled up back at my apartment.”

Silence from Zeke.

“Oh, well, that’s too bad.” He adds, “I wanted to make you feel a little better than they could tonight.”

You look at Porco, a little intimidated by his intense stare on you. He can hear Zeke’s toying with you from the other end of the phone. He nods, urging you to play along.

You giggle softly, a bad attempt at sounding sicker than usual.

“Really? How so?” Porco slides down the edge of the bed, focused on your legs.

Zeke clears his throat, obviously getting off at the anticipation of phone sex.

Some shuffling is heard on the other end of the phone before Zeke says, “You know, maybe cook you some food. That layered strawberry cake you like yeah?”

You hum in satisfaction, but quickly noticed how your approval angered Porco.

He aggressively pushes your legs apart, eyeing your wetness.

“Use that icing on you.” Zeke says, “Make you filthy when I run it over that pretty body of yours. I’d fucking lick it off you because you taste so good.”

Porco starts to kitten lick between your folds, earning a whimper from you.

You imagine Zeke piping the vanilla icing onto your torso as he pushes himself into you, smearing it across your breasts and stomach with his rough hands.

The pressure between your legs rises as the licks grow longer and rougher across your clit. Porco suckles on that bundle of nerves, and you can’t help but cry out a moan.

The sounds from Zeke’s side of the phone indicate he’s jerking off vigorously at this point. “Say my name, kitten.”

You look wildly down at Porco, who stops his motions to shake his head at you. No way he’d let you moan another man’s name on his own bed.

“Daddy,,” you drawl out. You earn approval from Porco, who resumes lapping at your pussy.

Porco taps your thigh, indicating to you that it was time to hang up on Zeke, who hadn’t cum yet.

“Oh gosh, Zeke baby” you start, “One of the girls is coming in i have to go-“

“Wait, y/n-“ but you didn't let him finish. You sigh with relief knowing you can fully indulge in Porco now. He grips your thighs roughly, leaving bruises to be discovered tomorrow.

“What’s Zeke doing now, huh?” “Pumping his weak cock thinking about this tight little pussy of yours?” “I wonder what he’d think if he knew your pussy was taking my tongue so well right now. Acting like such a whore for somebody else.”

Porco pulls himself off of your sweaty body, panting and licking up your wetness.

His eyes are dead set on you, and you felt small under his glare. His hands grab under your arms, quickly flipping your positions. “Bounce on me for it,” he growls.

You nod eagerly, situating yourself above him. Your face reddens as you align your entrance up to him, nervous about his judgement.

Porco softens, noticing your hesitance, “It’s okay baby girl,” His warm hands caress the side of your cheek, thumb grazing your plump lips, “You’re doing really good,” Porco looks earnestly up at you, flashing you a soft grin. You press into his hold on you, strands of hair covering your forehead that tangled around Porco’s fingers.

You finally push yourself down on Porco’s length, his large girth stretching you full. Porco moans at the new feeling, and you can’t help but whimper at the burning pleasure. Your hands roam around Porco’s strong torso, feeling down his thick abs and rubbing circles into his sides. A low groan emits from his chest, and you admire his expressions from above.

You begin moving along his hard length, his tip hitting just the right spot each time. Keeping a slow pace, you tease Porco a little longer, but he’s quick to bark at you to go faster. You let out a playful giggle, “Okay, you’re the boss.” “Doing so good putting Zeke in his place, hm?”

Porco groans at your words, and you swore he was growing larger inside of you at the thought of demoting his Zeke.

Your movements quicken and Porco continues to let out strings of curses.

“Yeah ride my cock baby, just like that. Just like you do for Zeke.”

The thought of another man puts butterflies in your stomach, and you feel yourself falter.

Porco doesn’t miss a beat, however. He quickly thrusts up into you, earning a gasp from your mouth. His hands fly to your sides, balancing you while he does all the work. You whimper at his rapid pace, nearing your climax.

“Porco,” you moan, “I-ah, g’nna cum.”

“Ok, baby,” he says in between thrusts, “Cum then.”

That was all you needed to hear before spilling your release over Porco.

He continued to milk you out, eventually finishing not too long after. He lets you fall on top of his frame, palms rubbing circles into your and easing you from your high.

“Good job, y/n.” You lift your head up to look at Porco’s face. He smiles back at you tenderly. “Alright let’s clean you up.”

He settles you on the bed next to his side and slides off the bed to grab a clean towel from the linen closet and discard the condom in the trash. You watch his muscle-y body move across the apartment floors, his clear focus on grabbing the right things for you.

He comes back with an iced water and starts cleaning up your thighs.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you smile, “I can do it myself.”

He looks up at you, eyebrows screwed up in confusion, “What? No, I’m doing it.” He continues his work at cleaning you off.

“..oh, ok.” You say shyly, butterflies in your stomach from his actions.

“Does he not do this for you?” Porco asks, not looking up from fixing up the sheets below you.

You replied slowly, “No, not really.”

Porco sighed, “He’s such a selfish dick.”

You laugh at Porco’s attitude. But now that you think about it, Zeke was always thinking about himself. The thought passed as soon as it came, and you did consider the fact that he was paying you.

Porco nestled himself on the side of you after he was done, grunting a little from his tired state. His big arms hugged around your smaller body as he pulled you in close.

“Porco?” You called.

“Hm?”

“Thank you,” you muffled into his chest.

Porco blushed at your comment, but simply toughed it over and patted your ruffled hair, “Mhm”.

A few pings were heard from your cell phone as you drifted into sleep, no doubt from Zeke, and each time Porco pulled you in tighter. A smile curled crept onto your lips, “It’s not like I’m gonna leave, Pokko,” you giggled.

“Good,” he said, “I wasn’t planning on letting you anyways.”

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oscars-wifeyyy · 4 years ago

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The Innocent 17

The group sat at a table during lunch, discussing how they were going to wash the money, but they weren't able to come up with a solution until Jasmine came into the picture. Monse looked at Jasmien in alert, "what are you doing?"

"Chopping it up and chowing it down with my crew!" Jasmine said, "is it my pits? I just switched to natural deodorant," Jasmine smelled her pits as she sat down, "I knew that shit didn't work,"

"We need a rain check," Ruby said.

"Nothing personal, but it's personal," Monse said.

"What's on the agenda? Cleaning some green?" Jasmine looked at Monse, knowingly.

"How do you know?" Jamal asked as Jasmine lifted up his notebook with the exact words of what they were doing as the crew looked at Jamal with a face, "what? I'm a visual thinker,"

"Don't get your chonies in a twist. Ain't nobody worried about a few dollars," Jasmine said, but saw everybody look away, "it's not a few dollars? Are you guys involved with the Freeridge Savings Heist? Don't tell me, I don't wanna know. What you should know is you don't wanna get involved in that shit. It's marked money,"

"Thanks for the useless info dump, but we need to get back to our crisis," Monse turned to Jamal, Ruby, and Elizabeth, "how are we going to clean the money?"

"Money Bunny, Money Bunny," Jasmine sang as Jamal did the beat on the table, "gotta hop to it fast and get your money,"

"Money Bunny is a shitty company that takes advantage of people who have no other way to get money from one place to another. It's a racket and-" Monse stopped in realization, "a great idea!"

"Yes! Outgoing dinero, incoming clean clams! Minus the three percent fee, scrub-a-dub, bitches!" Jasmine yelled out.

"Ok, I'm not following," Ruby said.

"Ok, say Jamal want to help a certain fashion challenged friend new fits," Jasmine coughed out Monse's name, "Money Bunny takes his hundie and they give Jamal a code. Then Jamal gives the code to monoboob Monse, takes it to the store and, bam! She's got 100 bucks to ditch the sports bra and buy some lace. Underwires your friend, girl," Jasmine booped Monse's nose.

"But wire fraud. That's a felony that carries at least five years," Ruby said

"I'm in," Monse said.

"Me too," Jamal nodded.

"Me three," Elizabeth shrugged, "I just want Cesar to be safe,"

"Do you want this nightmare to stop?" Monse asked Ruby as he nodded, "then we go big or Cesar never goes home,"

Ruby nodded, "I'm in,"

"Damn! You guys are ride or die! But you still gotta be 18 to send and receive the dough, so you guys got some fake IDs? No, no, no. Don't tell me. I'm law enforcement," Jasmine shook her head.

"But you just taught us how to commit wire fraud," Jamal said, confused.

"Because, sometimes, I like to get dirty and straddle things, like the line. I'm a complicated woman, Jamal," Jasmine sat up.

"Which means you probably know how to get a fake ID," Elizabeth smirked.

"No!" Jasmine scoffed, "no way, I don't. But Mona Mardukas has a guy," Jasmine held out her fake ID as everyone smirked.

It was after school and they went to a house that Jasmine guided them to. They knocked on the door and a Hispanic man answered the door as Jamal screamed no as if it was the end of the world.

"You want three IDs?" the man asked.

"I texted you. We need four," Jasmine said.

"I only see three people,"

"Oh, don't act like you don't see me standing here, Chivo!" Jamal scoffed.

"I'm ghosting you," Chivo sang

"Chivo? As in Chivo Chivo?" Elizabeth asked, causing Jamal to hum.

"No. Chivo as in Chivo Ramirez,"

After everyone got their IDs and got home, Elizabeth did all her homework during her electives and was able to get a week off so she had some time to hang out with her friends and Oscar. She unlocked her door to see Oscar inside sitting on the couch so she smiled and sat down next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder, "how was your day?" "It was good, mamita," Oscar grinned, "better now that you're here with me. How was hanging out with your friends?"

"It was good. Didn't really do much except talk and stuff," Elizabeth stood up with her hand out, "c'mon, let's go bake some stuff since I got a week off from both Dwayne's and the taco joint,"

"You did? Good. You need a break," Oscar stood up, kissing her head.

The two were in the kitchen trying to make cookies, but it ended up with a flour fight and music playing as they danced around the kitchen. They didn't hear the door unlock as her mother walked in, pushing her father inside. The parents watched as the two danced with flour all over their hair, face, and clothes, Leticia with tears in her eyes as she saw the pure love between the two and Armando with a look of approval once he saw the look in Oscar's eyes.

The couple saw the parents and jumped away from each other as if they were caught doing something bad. Elizabeth saw the tears coming down her mother's face, "ma? What's wrong?"

Leticia laughed, "nothing, mija, nothing at all,"

Elizabeth looked in concern, but looked around her as well, "oh... we will clean this up right now. Oscar! Start cleaning,"

Oscar looked at Elizabeth weirdly, "you start cleaning too then!"

It was after school the next day and the crew went to get the money in so they could get clean money. Jasmine and Monse went inside a Money Bunny to get the money as Ruby, Jamal, and Elizabeth waited outside. The two girls came out and motioned for the boys and girl to follow so they followed and Monse pulled out the cash. It worked. So now they were on their way back when Prophets rolled up.

"Hey, Monse!" A voice called out, "where is that bitch ass boyfriend of yours at?"

"We already know he ain't at your pops spot no more, so where he at, then?" The Prophet asked then the group chuckled, "yeah, and we already know what's up with you, Ruby and Elizabeth...bang!" The four flinched, "santo killer, though."

Everyone was at home except for Elizabeth and Ruby. Elizabeth went to Oscar's place while Ruby went to Chivo's place. When Elizabeth arrived at Oscar's place, she ran inside and started hyperventilating. Sad Eyes, Rico, and Lorca were there while Oscar was out doing some things for the Santos so they quickly grabbed her and put her on the couch. Elizabeth wouldn't stop until Sad Eyes went up to her and held her cheeks.

"Hermanita, you need to slow your breathing. Follow me," Elizabeth nodded and tried to follow Sad Eyes breathes until she finally calmed down, "now, tell us what happened."

"I-i-i was with my friends and-and-and the P-Prophets rolled up on us and they knew m-my name! They knew me and h-how I got shot and when is this going to end! Guys, I just want all of us out of here and in a place where we don't have to worry about this!" Elizabeth ranted as the door opened and Oscar walked in to see Elizabeth crying.

He dropped everything and kneeled in front of Elizabeth, "hey, hey, babe. What happened? Who did this?"

"I just want everything to stop," Elizabeth let the tears roll down her cheek, "all this violence and everything. I want us out of here. You, Cesar, my friends, Sad Eyes, Rico, Lorca. I just want us out,"

"Ok, ok, ok," Oscar cooed at his lover, "one day we are going to have a house and you're going to be an athletic trainer and I'm going to be doing whatever job that will hire me. We can get one big house with everybody inside, including your ma and pops. One day, we are going to have it all,"

It was the next two weeks and Elizabeth stayed with Oscar those weeks as the two just held each other at night, not knowing what was going to happen the next day. Ruby and Jamal texted her asking where she was at so she just replied that she was with Oscar, but they told her that Monse didn't go to school. Elizabeth went to Monse's house with snacks and things as the two cried after Ruby and Jamal left.

Night fell and she went back to Oscar's place to see him working on his car so she went behind him and wrapped her arms around him. He continued doing what he was doing, but stopped as he heard footsteps so he quickly pulled Elizabeth between him and the car while pointing his gun to see Cesar panting. Elizabeth sighed out a breath of relief and ran to hug the boy that was like a brother to her.

Oscar grimaced while tucking the gun away, "get outta here,"

"I need protection," Cesar said.

"You came to the wrong place," Oscar said, wiping his hands.

"I found Latrelle," Cesar said as Oscar stopped and turned back to his little brother, "I went to go finish the job,"

"And?" Oscar waited.

Cesar looked away, "the gun jammed,"

Oscar turned back to the car, "you're oh for two. Ain't gonna be number three. Go," Oscar said with finality.

"Where?! I have nowhere to go!" Cesar yelled.

"Not my problem," Oscar said.

"Not your problem?" Cesar had tears in his eyes.

"There's nothing I can do for you. It's not just about you anymore. Everyone you care about is in jeopardy if you stay, so leave, and don't come back" Cesar started walking out.

"You know what, Oscar?" Cesar said walking back, "you should've handled this for me. You're not just my big brother. You're my big homie,"

"Shut the hell up," Oscar walked up to Cesar.

"You could've taken out Latrelle, but instead you sent me! You sent me to do it!" Cesar pushed Oscar away.

"Hey! Do you know what the hell you did? How badly you messed up? Hey." Oscar shook Cesar, "you put me in an impossible situation with Cuchillos,"

"Oscar, please," Cesar hugged Oscar tightly, "I don't know what to do,"

Oscar quickly whispered a plan into his ear before pretending like he was going to leave Cesar out to dry, "hey, hey. I love you, mano. But you're done," Oscar fixed Cesar's clothes, "happy birthday," Cesar started leaving, but Oscar started speaking, "you need to do something bigger than the mess you made,"

Cesar walked back, "what?"

"To undo this, you gotta do something bigger to prove yourself,"

"What if I got you fifty grand?" Cesar asked.

Oscar looked confused, "where are you gonna get cash like that?"

"What if he already had it?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'm listening," Oscar looked at Cesar.

"Our friends found the RollerWorld money. They washed it, including Elizabeth," Cesar said, "it's clean,"

"RollerWorld? Don't shit me!" Oscar spat, but Cesar and Elizabeth shook their heads, "for real? RollerWorld? Is that why your boy kept asking about Lil Ricky?" Cesar nodded, "damn. Damn! How far are you willing to go?" "I'll do anything," Cesar said.

"Then this is what we're going to do. I'll run the plan through Cuchillos. Without a blessing, there is no point in taking the risk. You gotta be incredibly careful. Your friends have to think that you're going away forever. This protects them and if anything happens to you, they won't know you're dead. Make it look like you're leaving. When it's clear, I'll be there. You make contact with the Prophets and I'll exchange your clean money with the marked bills from the Freeridge Savings Heist,"

It was the next day and the plan was in full motion and Elizabeth was away for most of it because she had a shift at the taco joint until four pm. After her shift, she took her penny board and skated to Oscar's house since Ruby and Jamal were there with Oscar and Cesar. She just walked inside and set her stuff down on the couch, walking to the dining room table and putting a hand on Oscar's shoulder.

"You gave out RollerWorld money to the Prophets!" Jamal yelled.

"No, I gave them the marked bills, from the Freeridge Savings robbery," Oscar put down the lime.

"Oh, thank God," Jamal sighed, "for a second, I thought you gave our money away,"

"Nah, nah. I didn't give your money away. You gave your money away. And now it's mine," Oscar held Elizabeth's hand, giving it a kiss, "hola, bebe. How was work?"

"It was good," Elizabeth kissed his bald head, "nothing exciting,"

"Ruby! Turn me to Jamal," Monse's voice sounded through the phone, "am I hearing this correctly? You used all of our money for nothing? Even my 50k?"

"It wasn't for nothing," Jamal argued, "it was for Cesar, and yes, even your 50k," Jamal mocked Monse.

"Turn me to Spooky," Jamal turned the camera to Cesar, "more, I still can see him," Jamal turned it more to face Elizabeth and Spooky, "Hey, Elizabeth. Anyway, Spooky. I did not sign off on my 50 grand of that gift to you. Can you be decent and give it back?"

"No," Spooky smirked.

"This is bullshit," Monse seethed.

"Look on the bright side. Cesar's alive," Oscar smirked at Cesar.

"Hurray! Turn me to him," Monse said sarcastically.

"No, no," Cesar started, but Oscar already turned the phone to him.

"You might be alive, but you're dead to me," Monse said.

"Monse, I am so-" Monse ended the call, "dead,"

"Spooky, do you really think that giving the Prophets a bunch of marked bills was wise? Once one of their guys gets arrested then they'll know it was you. And by extension, us," Ruby said.

Oscar looked at Ruby, weirdly, "they would never connect it to you," Oscar smirked.

"I still don't understand why you needed to cheat us," Jamal said

"I didn't. I did exactly what you wanted. I saved Cesar," Oscar nodded.

"But you knew you were gonna do that before you took our cash," Jamal said.

"And your point is?"

"Taking our money is unscrupulous," Jamal said.

"How many times do I gotta spell this out for you?" Spooky said, annoyed now, "your money is actually my money. It belongs to the Santos,"

"Oh! You really want to play that game? Well, if we get into logistics, it's really Prophets money that you stole from us!" Jamal yelled.

"Well, actually, it's a bunch of random people's money who paid way too much for a bad concert," Ruby reasoned.

"Shalamar's the shit! These people probably didn't pay enough," Jamal said.

"Relax," Oscar said, "we're not gonna forget you helped us,"

"I don't care about your goodwill! I want my money!" Jamal yelled

"But I cooked for you,"

Elizabeth looked at the table and only saw ceviche, "baby, you only did ceviche," she started laughing, "the juices do all the cooking,"

Once Ruby and Jamal left, Elizabeth walked to the refrigerator and pulled out two beers and an iced tea to bring it out to the dining room. She set the drinks down as she sat on Oscar's lap. Everyone cracked their drinks open and cheersed.

"Hey, thank you," Cesar said.

"It was no problem," Oscar had a small smile.

"I'm not talking about the food," Cesar paused, "I don't say this very often, but I, uh,"

Oscar cut him off, "I know,"

"I'm not made for this life, Oscar," Cesar shook his head, "listen to me, please. When that gun jammed, God gave me a second chance. And I can't ignore it,"

"And?" Oscar said.

"And I never want to be a liability to you ever again," there was a brief silence, "I love you, mano, but I am not a killer,"

The three continued on in silence, eating until Cesar excused himself to sleep. After that day, the next couple days have been spent doing multiple homework assignments, work, and sleeping. It was stressful, but Elizabeth felt fine as she was back into her place once she felt safer to go back and not put her mother in danger.

Monse had told Elizabeth about her going into an all girls boarding school after the year was over and she couldn't be more happier for Monse. Elizabeth wanted to ask her what was going on with her and Cesar, but she knew it wasn't her place to ask so she let it go and decided to let them handle it for themselves. It was night time and Elizabeth was hanging out with Cesar, Oscar, and some Santos as Oscar was telling a story. She stood in front of Oscar with his arm around her shoulder, going across her chest as he smoked a cigarette and drank a beer.

"So she pissed the bed," everybody laughed, "you know what my boy, Angel, does? He piss on the bed too," Elizabeth laughed as she scrunched her nose at the details.

The noise stopped when the group caught sight of Monse so Elizabeth smiled at Monse and mouthed good luck as she nudged Oscar to take everyone inside. "Hey," Oscar said to the boys and all of them except for Cesar walked inside.

After a few moments, Cesar came inside and into his room so Elizabeth stood up from the couch, giving Oscar a kiss on the cheek, before whispering in his ear, "I'm gonna check on him,"

Oscar nodded, continuing with his conversation, as Elizabeth walked to Cesar's room to see him with tears going down his cheeks so she sat down and rubbed his back, "What did she say?"

"She said that she forgave me," Cesar sniffled, "but if I did it even when I loved her then what else would I do,"

Elizabeth nodded, "she makes a good point. Look, Cesar, all I can really say is move on and I know it's easier said than done, but one day you're going to be super happy with a girl that you're going to marry. It can be Monse or it won't be, we don't know, but you can't not live your life," that was when Elizabeth softly smiled at the young boy before leaving the room and continuing with the conversation in the living room with her boyfriend and the Santos.

It was the next day and Cesar and Elizabeth were walking out of school when they met up with Jasmine, Monse, Ruby, and Jamal in the front. "The cash, the drugs, the guns, and illegal ferrets. The place was a scene. It was sick!"

"But why are all the Prophets getting arrested?" Ruby asked.

"Remember the robbery at Freeridge Savings? The guys in the monster masks? Well, that money was marked and we've been tracking any money spent. First, we caught Mr. Gutierrez in his liquor store with the dough. Turns out that money was from a customer. And when those marked bills started popping up all around the town right before the Prophets hood day, we were able to trace it right back to them. So now the Prophets are no mas," Jasmine smiled.

"All of them?" Ruby asked.

"Hell, yeah! We took them all down. The Prophets are Donezel Washington,"

"Holy, shit!"

"Actually, check out this link. It's got the best footages," Jasmine showed the phone to them, showing the Prophets sitting on the curb with Latrelle in handcuffs going to the back of the car.

"Yeah. He's going away for a long time," Jasmine put a hand on Ruby as well as look at Elizabeth, "hey, yo, Esteban! Why no call back? I don't send pictures of my chonies to no phonies!"

Everybody turned to the two people that were shot in the group, "how are you guys feeling?"

"I don't know how to explain it, but it feels surreal. I don't understand the violence and all that because we're not worrying about Cesar's life or anything big," Elizabeth sighed.

"We lost sight of the bigger picture. We should be grateful that we have our friends and family with us," Ruby continued, "it's time to move on,"

"Agreed," Monse said, "I'm leaving Freeridge," the guys turned back, "I'm starting boarding school at the end of summer,"

"Wait! Are you serious?" Cesar asked

"Not talking to you," Monse sighed.

"But you forgave me," Cesar said.

"I changed my mind. Anyway, I finally realized that it doesn't matter if any of you are on Team Monse because I'm on team Monse. And that's all I need so...I'm out," Monse shrugged.

There was a silence until Jamal broke it, "ok,"

"Good luck," Ruby said.

"Hope you have a fun time," Elizabeth grinned.

"Ok? Good luck?" Monse said Elizabeth didn't matter to her since she already knew and has been supportive.

"Yeah, you've left before," Ruby said.

"Writing camp, Brentwood," Jamal listed, "this is schmuck bait, you always come back,"

"Not this time," Monse said, "I'm gone for good. Things just aren't the same around here and I think we've outgrown each other,"

"Ruby, what kind of snacks you got at home?" Jamal asked Ruby, "did your mom get that good spinach dip from Costco?"

"No, better. She got the jalapeno artichoke," Ruby grinned.

"Oh! The extra creamy one that you gotta use the thick chips for?" Elizabeth asked, excited.

"She picked those up too!"

"I'm serious!" Monse said aloud.

"So are we! That dip's bomb," Jamal said.

"Are you even listening to me? I'm really out of here, I'm done with the gangs and bullshit and the nonstop drama that you always get me into," Monse accused.

Ruby stuttered, looking around as if she wasn't talking to them, "we get you into?"

Monse mocked him, "yeah."

"Goodbye," Ruby said.

"Uh, no, no, no," Jamal stopped Ruby, "you shouldn't say goodbye. 'Cause I want to. Buh-bye!" Jamal waved.

Elizabeth laughed at their antics, "boys, stop teasing and let's go,"

"Assholes," Monse muttered.

"Hey, hey, hey. Why don't we all take a breath," Cesar tried to defuse the situation.

"Shut up! No one is talking to you!" Monse said.

"Ok," Cesar backed up, "we'll see you when you get back,"

"Yeah, good luck trying to survive on your own. Without me, you guys are done. There'll be no one to save you," Monse motioned to Cesar.

At that moment, Elizabeth zoned out since she already knew what was going to happen with the whole argument, but when Monse finally started walking away, there was a bag thrown over her head as well as the boys and she was thrown into a van. They were screaming Monse's name until they heard Monse's yell too.The group sat at a table during lunch, discussing how they were going to wash the money, but they weren't able to come up with a solution until Jasmine came into the picture. Monse looked at Jasmien in alert, "what are you doing?"