#this post is about FUCKIN. LINDY

[safyresky]

[rymurrsneckbeard]

SO last year I made a list of teams I want to win the Cup (I think, I can't seem to find the goddamn post now) and it seems like a fun thing to do again!

'Please god no, kill me instead' category

Tampa Bay Lightning (ENOUGH. You won enough. Go away.)

Edmonton Oilers (I love watching Connor McDavid suffer.)

Boston Bruins (You won the one Cup you were allowed to win the year Andy got it. Fuck off otherwise.)

'...ew' category

New York Islanders (You don't belong there ANYWAY with all your fuckin' loser point OT losses, also both your goalie and coach are domestic abusers so get the fuck out of here)

Dallas Stars (I have somewhat rational hate for Jamie Benn. Just an intensely dislikeable team)

Washington Capitals (I'm a Pens fan, come on. Also you don't belong here either. Go back to Russia already, Ovi.)

Vegas Golden Knights (Fuck them and their LTIR cap cheating bullshit. Small bright spot is I love William Karlsson SO MUCH)

Carolina Hurricanes (I love Jake and I love Svech but otherwise...nah. I'm good.)

meh

LA Kings (Other than PLD they really don't have any players I really love but I also don't dislike them, other than the bullshit that went down with Quick at the deadline last year whiiiiich...)

New York Rangers (I don't love the Rangers but I DO love Alex Wennberg and I also love that I have friends who would be very very happy about it and I'd be happy for them. Also Jonathan Quick getting his FOURTH ring would make me so goddamn happy.)

oooh okay

Nashville Predators (I have nothing against the Preds, plus they have players I LOVE like O'Reilly, LSchenn, and ESPECIALLY Jason Zucker. Also Juuse Saros is a delight.)

Colorado Avalanche (Look I will always and forever want Cale Makar and Mikko Rantanen to win things. But they also have a few players I really really don't like so I can't ENTIRELY cheer for them to win it all.)

yessss

Toronto Maple Leafs (I mean. Morgan. Willy. Mitch. Auston. But then they have Keefe who can go fuck himself. And Reaves/Bertuzzi/Domi can also all go fuck themselves. But I love the first four enough that I can ignore the others.)

Florida Panthers (I need Matthew to win a Cup. And Aaron Ekblad. And Sam Bennett. I just need someone to throw Cousins into the fucking ocean please.)

PLEASE WIN

Vancouver Canucks (I want Brock Boeser to have ALL the good things. He deserves everything good and shiny. Also Petey?! And Lindy!? Also my newfound love/lust for JT Miller!? And Conor Garland is SO LOVABLE. Like I just enjoy them overall. The ONLY negative is fucking Desmith.)

Winnipeg Jets (I wanna see Adam Lowry win a Cup. And I fucking LOVE Tyler Toffoli and Sean Monahan. There's just really no one on this team I genuinely hate. I don't LOVE Scheifele but he's whatever.)

SO there we go. Ranked as best I can place them, lol.

[ramp-it-up]

Fresh Squeeze 12

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18 + ONLY, RPF, cursing, SMUT with a bit of plot, Daddy kink, creampie/breeding kink, oral sex (m/f receiving), light BDSM.

Word Count: 5.8 K 

Plot: Time for Lindy to get exactly what she wants for her birthday, and Daveed is more happy to oblige, the little freaks. This is nasty, y’all.

Previous Chapter

Daveed woke up next to you. You were asleep on your stomach, facing him, curls everywhere, and a little smile on your face. The covers were kicked off and you were lying face down your fist clenched under your chin.  

He looked at you and found out that he was in for it. You were fuckin’ adorable.

He lay there on his back, smiling at your sleeping face and reached out and grasped a curl, playing with it for a minute. He smiled wider.

You really said you loved him last night.

When you started to wake up, you opened your eyes, looked at him confusedly for a few seconds, then smiled back at him. 

His heart fluttered and started to beat faster. He wondered if that would ever stop. 

—-

When you woke up and saw that Daveed was there, you knew there was something you should remember. When you did, you didn't want to ruin it.

"Before you speak, don't move, 'cause I don't wanna wake up." 

You kept your voice low, not wanting to destroy the vibe. Your eyes scanned down his torso, along his abs and down to where the covers were partially covering up his happy trail. You grinned and looked back up at him.

“See something you want?” 

Daveed was taking note of everything. What turned you on, how to treat your body, how best to give you pleasure.  He wanted to understand the assignment.

You grunted softly in your throat, which you covered up by saying, “Ummmmhmmmm.” 

You reached out and raked your fingers up his hand to his bicep to his shoulders, collarbone, pecs, and abs to his happy trail.  The hunger in your eyes was unmistakable. 

“I see.” Daveed’s morning voice was everything. He smirked at you and you looked at each other for a long time.

"Excuse me. Um, I love you."

"I love you, too, Baby Girl.” 

Daveed brought his hand up to caress your cheek and moved down to your throat, lightly grasping it to bring you to his own luscious lips. 

His grazed yours, then he peppered light kisses down your neck, stopping at your spot, which he’d found quickly after he noticed the goosebumps pebbling up on your skin and your hardened nipples as he brushed the side of your breast. 

He drew back, breathless with emotion and excitement as you lay next to him moaning and squirming so quickly.  He loved how responsive you were to him.

 “Is this real?" You couldn’t quite believe last night.

"The real deal Holyfield." 

He slid his hand down his shirt and down to your hip, stopping at the hem, teasing you with the pads of his fingers on your thigh.  Then he stopped, arching his eyebrow and turning on his side, closing one eye sleepily. 

"So I’m ‘Daddy’ now?"

“Daveed!” You were antsy and petulant. And a little embarrassed that had come out of your mouth. “I was under the influence of lust, I didn’t know what I was saying.” 

You flushed at the thought of calling Daveed ‘Daddy.’ He probably thought you were more than just a little needy, calling him that in the heat of passion. 

‘Sir’ was a more formal boundary into kink, one that felt more controlled. Daddy was… well more vulnerable.

Daveed looked at you fully again. He could see the beginnings of your panic, and he wanted to put you at ease.  

He’d never encouraged anyone to call him that, but from you, the word took his desire to an entirely different level. But he didn’t want to be too obvious.  

If you didn’t want to do it, that was cool too.

“Oh.”  He licked his lips.  “That’s a shame.” He flexed his arm and put it under his head to distract you.

Oh shit, you thought. You opened and closed your mouth, kind of like a fish. Daveed wanted to be Daddy?  You looked him up and down.

“Well, damn, Daddy. I'll call you anything you want to hear after last night."  

You smiled at him, eyes sparkling, and you put your hand under your head.

Daveed reached out, grabbed your hand and pulled you into the crook of his arm. He took your hand and held it. "I just wanna hear you say those three words again."

You stopped smiling and searched his eyes. You looked at Daveed and knew you'd made the right choice. 

"I love you Daveed."

He grinned and puffed out his chest. He brought your hand to his mouth, kissed it, then shifted to lean up and  kiss all the way up your arm, up your shoulder and down your back, shifting to kneel behind you, straddling your legs.  

You knew what was up. And it gave you the shivers.

"Daveeeeeed. I don’t knowwww. I’m kind of sore." 

That first night with him had almost broken your box. But the ache was a pleasurable reminder of a great time.

He didn't stop, but went down and kissed your cheeks.  "Just let me kiss where it hurts so it will feel better."  

Daveed grabbed and kneaded your ass, using his thumbs to gently invade the space in between your legs. 

"Oh... Daddy!" You couldn't help but arch your back and raise your ass to meet his fingers. You wanted him to fill you up again.

"That's right, arch it for me Baby Girl." He spread you out and watched you glisten for him. 

“I’ve never been obsessed with how a pussy looked before. Damn, girl.” He gently kissed your lower lips.

"Oooohhhh," you breathed.

Daveed stopped. "Does that hurt?" The last thing he wanted to do was to force himself on you.

"Nnnnnnnhhhhh. Feels kinda goodddd."  You moaned softly, wiggling in his grip.

Daveed did it again, and gently used his tongue this time. He licked a soft stripe up your folds and barely invaded your cunt, causing you to moan.

"Ooooooh." That sounded like pleasure, but he had to make sure.

"What’s your word Baby Girl?"

"Isa-fucking- bella. Don’t stop. It's a little sore, but that feels so sweet." Daveed had you caught up.

Daveed grinned at it. "Tastes sweet, too." 

Daveed ate you out from behind, gently at first, then took cues from you and reached his fingers around your thigh to manipulate your clit as he dove deeper inside you with his tongue.

The more insistent you became, the more determined he came to be. He lapped at your folds, thrusting his tongue inside you as far as it could go, then sliding it down to your clit, where he sucked you into another world.

Your hands reached out and gripped the sheets, trying to find something to hold on to while under his assault. He very gently grazed your clit with his teeth, making you yelp and squirm under him.

Daveed took advantage of the brief pause to get you in position. “Up on your knees. Time for your first present.”

“Your first present to me was your love.” You were almost afraid of what he was going to do. Almost.

Daveed was kneeling behind you now, massaging and pulling apart. He chuckled.

“Aww, that’s cute Baby Girl. But you’ve had that for a while.” He smiled at the most hidden part of you. “Nah, your first present is that I’m gonna eat these groceries.”

“Whattttoooohhhhh!” 

Your surprise turned into something else as Daveed dove in, expertly making your brain turn to mush. He clearly knew what he was doing as he made you come apart in minutes with his hands and tongue in forbidden places.

As you writhed under his mouth, inching away from your impending explosion, Daveed looked up, grabbed his shirt with both hands and growled, “Don’t fucking run Linden.” 

He jerked the fabric and pulled you back onto his face.

Being this intimate with you just drove him up the wall. With you Daveed constantly wanted more, so he took his time and feasted on you until you came, tongue fucking you through your orgasm, lapping up all your juices and doing it again. 

You were begging for mercy by the time he was through.

“Please! Sir… I can’t!”  

Daveed slapped your ass after you came the second time and wiped his mouth with his hand. You tried not to hide your face, because a giant smile was plastered on it.  He couldn’t know how much he had you addicted.

"I love doing that." He leaned back and grinned, feeling euphoric.

You laughed.

"I can tell." 

"Making you feel good is the shit.” 

You were grinning at him when you saw something move out of the corner of your eye causing you to glance down. 

You saw that his dick was at attention and that he was rubbing the fat, wet tip that was peeking out of his pajama pants.

"And I think it's time to take care of you, Sir." 

“I didn’t know if  you would want to have do that on your birthday.”

You rose up on your knees and pulled him out of his clothes, running your thumb over his leaking tip and caressing his balls. You were giddy about the fact that you’d done this to him.

“Have to do it? Oh no Sir. I get to do it.  I love this dick.” 

“You wanted the cake? I want the icing. All over me…”

You raised your thumb to your mouth and sucked his syrup-like precum off of it, while Daveed watched you with half-closed lids.

“Damn, Baby Girl.”  

He had to stop talking to keep from panting. You were so fucking hot sitting on your knees in his shirt, sucking him off you.  ”It’s like that today?”  

“Don’t act like you didn’t start it, Daveed. You ate the booty real good. Nasty is the baseline.”

Daveed fought to keep from squealing as you rose up on your knees, spit on it, and started to stroke him off. You had him fucking slipping. And he loved it.

You smiled, feeling your full power over him.

Knowing that Daveed loved you made you feel free to be submissive, dominant, sweet, nasty, adventurous, and maybe even Baby Girl to his Daddy. You could do it all.

He trailed his hand up your thigh again.

“Aht-aht.  It’s my birthday, let me work here.” 

You moved out of his reach, still sensitive.  Daveed allowed it. But only because it was, in fact, your birthday. 

“Take ‘em off, please, and sit on the edge of the bed. Please?.” You looked up at you with those eyes. “I want to get on my knees for you, Sir.” 

You took off his shirt and began putting your hair up so that he could plainly see what you were about to do to him.

“Your birthday wish is my command.” 

In seconds, you were where you wanted to be, kneeling in front of Daveed and handling that pretty dick. 

His firm brown warmth was against your lips and tongue while Daveed’s hand was on your head, alternating holding you down to gag around him and gently massaging your scalp as you stroked him off.

It was sloppy, just like he liked it, and the eye contact you were giving him was making him feel like you were looking into his soul and reading him for the filthy man that he was. 

“That’s that shit Lindy, but you’re making a mess. I should spank you later, Hunh? For being a bad girl?”  It wouldn’t normally be a question, but he was testing the limits.

You smiled and nodded around him, because you happened to be unable to speak at the moment. 

When he let you catch your breath, you said, “Yes, Daddy. I need my birthday licks. I have a feeling I might be bad all day.”

Daveed groaned because you were getting him even harder. He was sprung. And he wanted nothing more than to fulfill any and all of your birthday wishes.

You lowered your eyes and went back to work, sending your power and control. He cooed praises and threats as you worked. You were in heaven.

“That’s it, Baby Girl. Get it. I’m gonna tear you up. Maybe I should take that ass today too.”

His words worked you into a frenzy. You brought him to the brink much sooner than he wanted because you were just that skilled.

“Gotdamn, Linden,” he drew his bottom lip between his teeth. “Ffffuck!” He felt about to burst.

He took over the stroke and started jacking himself off.  You held your mouth open while you palmed your breasts and rolled your nipples.

“Give me that cum, Daddy.” 

You pinched your nipples between your fingers and looked him in the eye; everything about you at that moment triggered a lewd moan and release from Daveed.

‘Ughhhhhh, shit, Lindy.” 

His balls tightened and he started to spurt warm ropes of spend toward you, curling his toes because you looked so fucking hot and keeping his eyes open to witness this seemed to make it last forever.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh,” you said as you opened wide for him, sticking out your tongue. 

He managed to get some of it in your mouth. When he was finished, you swallowed and smiled. He ran his fingers down your face, neck, and breasts, gathering his seed. He placed them in your mouth. 

You smiled around them and happily took what he gave you, licking, sucking, and giggling.

“Damn. You are the headmaster, Linden, I mean, damn.” 

Daveed was completely ruined. He was literally shaking. He got himself together, stood up and stretched, looking down at you. You were fucking perfect.

He watched you playing in his cum and looking up at him innocently, licking him off your fingers. His cock twitched.  Fuck, with you he was always ready. He felt 19 again. 

You noticed him stiffening again and smiled around your own fingers. You felt like it was your world. And it was.

“When are you gonna cum inside me, Daddy? Want this creamy goodness in my holes.” You were pouting and smearing his cum around your nipple. 

You watched his cock rise again at what you were saying and  doing. You felt triumphant. You smirked up at him.

“Stand up.”

Daveed grabbed you by the neck and helped you to your feet. Your wetness dripped down your thighs. 

“You really want this today Lindy?”

You smiled at him. “Yes, Sir.”

“I love this fucking neck. I can wrap my entire hand around it and mark it up good for everyone to see. Fuck, it makes me mad how hot you are.”  

He squeezed again, making you giddy, then let you go, tugging you into the bathroom by your hand.

“Let me give you this birthday icing where you requested it.”

Daveed turned on the shower and got started, bending you over the vanity as he waited for the water to warm up.

He tugged your hair, making you look at him in the mirror. He chuckled, “You know the drill.”

You struggled to keep your eyes open as he slapped your ass and plunged inside you, the deliciousness of the stretch made possible by your slick. Your walls kissed and hugged every ridge on his dick.

“Damn, this shit was made for me, Linden.” He watched your cunt try to suck his cock back in every time he pulled back, then back up at you in the mirror. It made him grunt.

 “Nhnnnh. Can I have it anytime I want?”

Your mouth was open to help you breathe, so you nodded and managed to get out a breathy, “Yes, Sir.”

The look on your face told him you were down.

“Good answer. I’ll give you this dick anytime you need it.” 

He slapped your ass again and pulled your hips so you were standing on tiptoe, a better angle so his tall ass could dig even deeper.

“Oh, Daddy, oh fuck!” You didn’t know what to call him, you were switching back and forth, but you were just riding the feels.  Daveed didn’t care, you would lay some ground rules later, today was your day.

He was rough, hips pumping quickly and deep, because he knew that’s what you wanted. He slapped each cheek a couple of times, causing you to get even wetter. 

When he snaked his long arm around you and his fingers found your clit, you were done, cumming and gushing all around him as he pumped you through your orgasm, seeking his own. 

“Sssshhhhhiiiiitttt!” 

Daveed came inside you, and you could swear you could feel the dense ropes of spunk against your cervix. You spasmed again as Daveed collapsed on your back. His weight was welcoming and grounding as you came back to earth. 

He gingerly pulled out of you and looked down. Something about watching his drip made him start to swell again.  

He thought that if you could get pregnant, you would be by now. He surprised himself by the thought and by the fact that the thought made him fully hard again. Damn.

“Time to get clean, dirty girl.” 

You laughed as Daveed tugged you in the shower, where Daveed got more cake and you more icing.

----

It was 1 pm by the time you and Daveed met the others in the great room for your birthday brunch. 

You had reluctantly separated to get dressed because D’s clothes were in his room, and when you saw each other, you both smiled at your choice of attire. 

Daveed was in an Oakland tank top and shorts, his hair out of the braids, fully moisturized and glowing, with his glasses on. His ripped body was on full display, along with the scratch marks on his biceps and forearms that you’d put there. That shit turned you on. 

He caught your look, and although he was talking and grinning shyly, acting like a low key regular guy, you saw a peek of the sex demon from an hour ago.

Daveed watched you shake your head at him, and he knew that you knew what was up. He was just trying to give you what you wanted for your birthday. But you, on the other hand, were not being fair. 

You were wearing a yellow sundress, which in the light was see through, so that your body was on display in shadow. He wasn’t upset about it, just, heated in a good way that he could vividly imagine what was underneath. 

The fact that your hair was up in a bun, with a few curls loose around your neck which highlighted the marks there made him want to drag you back to bed.  

But here you were looking wide eyed and innocent among your friends and he knew that he couldn’t deprive them of your company.  He had to share. 

You looked carefree and low key, not at all like the vixen who’d let Daveed do whatever he wanted to you just a little while ago. So he sighed and decided to wait. 

Everybody else in the room knew what was up, but didn’t joke about you two getting together, which you were grateful for. 

You all gathered around the table where birthday cake and champagne were the highlights of the brunch, along with your favorite dishes. Jasmine and Anthony had it catered.

“Thanks Martinez peeps, this weekend has been everything! The best birthday ever!”

“No problem, Lindy, you the homie. We love you girl. But the weekend  isn’t over yet. What do you want to do tonight? We gotta turn up!” Anthony was always hyped.

“Well, I do want to go dancing….”

“We don’t dance.” The Bay Boys responded in unison.

You laughed along with everyone else.

“But for you, Linden, I will make an exception.” Daveed kissed your hand, the picture of angelic sweetness, much different from a couple of hours before.

Your fam and friends reacted.

“Awwww.”

“Gross.”

“Take that somewhere else.”

*gagging sounds*

You rolled your eyes at your friends, largely ignoring them.

“And I need to go shopping again! I want something nice to wear tonight.”

You coughed to cover up a yelp as Daveed’s hand went to your thigh, fingers close to your pussy. 

You tensed up, but he squeezed you, giving you a stern warning under the table as he pushed his glasses up and laughed at something Jasmine said above it, his face turned away from you. 

Damn, he was a good actor. You relaxed your legs a little more to give him access.

“Lindy, I saw this cute ass dress in a shop the other day you need to try on!” Jas was almost as excited as you were.

You smiled at Jasmine as Daveed’s right hand went to your panties as his left hand shoveled food in his mouth. No one noticed his debauchery.

“So we’ll all go into town so the Queen can shop for her birthday, come back go to this Club Aguadilla on town. About 8?” 

Rafa was ever directing shit, head in his phone while he checked out the club on their website.

“Cool, I got to get some gear for tonight, too.” Daveed’s fingers were running up and down your slit, and he was still acting innocent.

“What do you need to get that you don't already have in your hand? I mean on hand?” 

Your tone was sardonic as you dared question Daveed. He smiled sweetly at you, laughed his shy laugh and smoothly pulled his hand away. 

Then he brought the offending finger to his mouth and sucked it clean of your juices in front of everyone. They thought he was just eating food, not you. 

“You’re so sweet Lindy.” 

He was looking at you with a glint in his eye as you smirked back at him. No one seemed to notice that he was taunting you.  “But, maybe I need to get you a present?”

You raised your eyebrow at him. “Another one?”

“Yes, ma’am.” You two grinned at Daveed flipping the dynamic on you.. The butterflies came back at the guesses of what he had in mind for you later. You had your own ideas.

Craig cleared his throat.

“I thought that once y’all smashed, the tension would get better, but y’all are too much, honey.“

“Fuck you, Craig” You flipped your cousin off.  

You turned to Jasmine. “Now, Jas, where is this shop?’ 

-----

You spent the afternoon walking the shopping district in town, holding Daveed’s hand or on his arm.  He didn’t seem to want to let you out of his sight. He didn’t even know why himself. He had never been this way before.

“Okay we’re going this way, and Daveed, Anthony, and Rafa are going that way.” Jasmine was pointing up the street. Everyone looked at her sideways.

“Ok, Miss Bossy?” Anthony questioned her. Jasmine gave him a look and went over to him.

“Actually, I’m going this way, Craig pointed in an entirely different direction. “What?” He questioned your raised eyebrow. 

“I’m gonna meet up with this Brian guy I met last night.”  He held up his phone and started walking down the street.

“Be careful, send me his contact and where he is staying!” You called after him.  He was the one that needed looking after, not you.  You shook your head.

“Okay, Mom!” Craig waved at you and kept going.  

Anthony finished conferring with Jasmine, and now he was all about it. He clapped his hands. 

“Ok, let’s go.  Daveed. You said that you needed some gear.”

Daveed looked at him, trying to think of an excuse to stay with you. You just looked at him, amused.

“Yeah, Diggs. You said you were gonna get me a present.” That little brat look on your face made him want to….

“Ummmmm. Yeah. I do.” He looked at you and grinned, leaning down to kiss you goodbye. 

Jasmine grabbed your hand and pulled you away and down the street.  You kept looking back to see if he would too as you got further and further apart.

Daveed walked in between Rafael and Anthony, keenly feeling the distance between you.

“Don’t do it, Diggs. Don’t look back.  If you look back, you’re a goner.” Rafael was imparting wisdom. Soon, he was shaking his head as Daveed stopped and looked back at you.

He was rewarded with a huge grin from you from up the street, so he sprinted to you, grabbed you away from Jasmine, gave you a good kiss, put you down and sprinted back to his boys. 

He was barely out of breath, but the blood was roaring in his ears as Ant and Rafa busted his balls.

----

You next saw Daveed again when you went out to Aguadilla Rooftop bar with the crew. Everyone was turnt. 

The boys still weren’t back by 7:30, having been delayed by something in town, so you and Jasmine left to meet Craig and his man there.

You weren’t stressing it, just having fun with Jasmine and Craig, and Brian who turned out to be a cool dude. You were laughing, drinking and having fun for your birthday. It was a vibe.

You gasped when you saw him come in, looking fine as hell and wearing a white button up short sleeved shirt. Shit, he was fine. And he was yours. 

Jasmine laughed at you as you gaped open mouthed on the dance floor.  She knew her time with you on your birthday was over, so she went over to her own piece of manhood, Anthony.

When she walked away, you sent the pic to Daveed’s phone.

Daveed came in and scanned the place, squinting a bit because he’d left his glasses at home. 

He stopped at the bar and ordered a drink, tipping generously when it came quickly.  He turned to look again and spotted you, a beautiful golden statue.

You were wearing a form fitting gold dress, which, and as he got closer, he saw that it was covered in tiny gold buttons for a texturized effect.  

It made him want to reach out and touch.  And he figured that was the point, because you were mesmerizing as he got closer. 

Damn. You were a sight for sore eyes. Even though it had just been four hours, it seemed like you were apart forever.  This was going to be a problem.  His heart beat impossibly fast at the sight of you. 

Your friends around the room thought you two looked like magic on the dance floor.

"Hey Lindy."

“Hey, Daveed. Hey.”

He scanned the dress and could not see one sign of underwear. He had to know.

“What’s under the dress, Linden?”

You cocked your head and flirted with your man.

"I think you know what's under the dress. I seem to remember your hands everywhere this morning."

Daveed took a sip of his drink, in full pull-her mode. Even though he didn't have to pull her.

"Did you like that?" His eyes were seeing right through you. He knew the answer.

You replied, “Yes, Sir,” and took his drink out of his hand to quench your sudden thirst. Daveed watched his glass's journey to your lips. Damn, you were bad.

"It was aight." You pouted a little as you lied.

You wondered what he had done to deserve you.

"But in answer to your first question. I have no panties, and no bra, but I did add some extra 'jewelry' for the boobies." You stood up straight and pointed your chest at him.

Daveed looked down at your cleavage. He was getting warm and he was intrigued.

You started dancing with him as you held his drink behind his head.  His hand was on your ass and his eyes were on your tits.

"Are you telling me that you got your nipples pierced? That's hot, babe, but I would have loved to have been there." The thought was getting Daveed hard.

You grinned at him. "Oh. Nah. Bought some nipple clamps when I went shopping." You turned around and started wining on him. You could feel it getting hard. “You should see them, they are sooo cute!”

You leaned back and whispered to Daveed, who bent his ear over her shoulder to hear. You raised her arm to bring him closer. You kissed him on the cheek and grinded on his wood a little more. 

"I sent you a pic when you came in."

Daveed hadn't been in his phone all afternnon. But he immediately grabbed it and saw the image you’d sent him, of just your breasts with gold clamps which kind of looked like earrings.

The clamps were gripping your nipples, which were engorged. There was a small rubber tightener connected to a small chain which dangled below the nipples. He really needed his hands on them right now. You and he looked at the picture together.

Daveed was practically panting. “Damn. Is it your birthday, or mine?”

You laughed at him, giddy with your power.

Daveed put his phone in his pocket, and put his hands on your hips, wanting to slide them up your sides to your tits.  But he knew you were being watched.  So instead, he put his right arm across your chest and pressed in gently.

"Oooouuuuuuuch, Daddy. That hurts a little bit.  And makes my pussy ache."

Daveed almost couldn't take it.  He felt your words in the pit of his stomach and down his boner. He leaned his head over and lightly bit your shoulder. His mind whirled at what kind of bathrooms this place had.

"I'm about to fuck the shit out of you. And then later, at your place.  We'll play more with our present."

You chuckled at the word ‘our’ as Daveed grabbed your hand and pulled you  toward the back of the club.  You went into one of the bathrooms, which was a single stall and locked the door. You leaned back against the sink, watching him like he was dangerous.

"Girl, don't be afraid.  Go ahead and pull the top of that dress down.  Let me see that shit."

Daveed was rubbing his hands together like it was in fact his birthday. 

You obeyed, your eyes watching him as you did so.  You pulled the straps down and revealed yourself, and your breasts in the nipple clamps to him. Good Lord you were beautiful.

"Do they really hurt?" Daveed was mesmerized as he came closer. 

As he approached, the electric feeling in the small of your back intensified. 

Daveed wanted to take hold of the chains and pull.  Which he did, gently.  You moaned, aroused beyond belief. You’d been wearing the clamps for over an hour.

"A little bit, but most of all, it just makes me wanna get fucked.  My spot is aching.  I need you to hit it. Please, Daddy.” 

You pouted up at him, making him feel that he could cum in his pants right there. You were turning him back into a teenager. It was a trip.

Daveed took it all in. "Touch your nipples."

You obeyed again, your fingers working gingerly.

"Looks like you need something to ease the ache, Baby Girl. You want Daddy to help you?"

You nodded “Fuck, yes Daddy. Please help me Daddy, I need you so much.”

Daveed grunted, bent his head, and lubricated the clamps on your nipples with his tongue. Your moan did not seem to be one of relief.

"Shit Daddy..."

Daveed grabbed your ass and started working your dress up. The promised land was within reach.  His fingers felt the glorious wetness that was traveling down your thighs.

You furiously unbuckled his jeans and the real sex monster sprung out.  Daveed tapped your thighs and you jumped. 

He hoisted you onboard, strong hands and arms holding you up above his wet, fat tip, and slowly slid you down his pole, and started fucking you hard. He slammed you up against the stall for more leverage as he fucked into you. 

His mouth was on your nipples, lubricating the clamps with his saliva and skimming them with his teeth. This caused electricity to shoot down your body to your clit, which was engorged and sensitive between you, the hair at his happy trail stimulating it. 

It was a good thing the music was loud, because your screams were not quiet.

"Fuck! Yes, Daddy! You're hitting it right. I couldn’t. Take. It. Any. Harder."

Daveed responded to your challenge, stamping his foot to thrust harder and deeper inside you with each bounce of your hips. Daveed grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, the sensations speeding the oncoming crescendo.

“Shit, Such a good girl for me Lindy. I’m about to cum. You want this cum? You want it? Hunh? I love this fucking pussy. Damn, I want you to cream all over my cock in this club.” 

Daveed growling praises in your ear triggered the avalanche of nerve endings from his mouth on the shell of your ear to your pussy.

You screamed and did as he ordered, and it was unlike any other sensation you’d had before.  

Daveed held you up for a few minutes and then gradually let you down, making sure you were steady on your legs as he kissed the top of your head and let you go. You sagged against the wall as you watched him clean up.

He looked at you and winked in the mirror, and you had the nerve to blush. You straightened your dress and moved to the sink to clean up as he moved away and watched you.  

Daveed had to restrain himself to give you some space as you did what you needed to do. He wanted you all to himself, but it was your night.

“I love you.” You turned to Daveed and hugged him, burying your face in his shirt. Your voice was hoarse from all the screaming, so you giggled.

“Love you too, Baby Girl.”

“So… What about my present?”  You looked at him expectantly. You were so spoiled already. He’d done it himself.

Daveed looked up and stroked his beard.  So fucking cute.  “I don’t know.. They’re back at the house, and I don’t know if I want to wait until we get back to the city or give them to you tonight.”

“Oooooh! More than one!?  Tonight, tonight!” You jumped up and down and clapped your hands. “When we get back to New York, it won’t be my birthday.” You were grinning ear to ear.

“Well, I took a picture myself.” 

Daveed got his phone out again, licked his lips at your tit pic, and then swiped to the right to show you his pic of your presents. You looked, and then did a double take. Your heart dropped into your stomach. You looked him in the eye, your mouth open.

“Are those….”

“Yep.” Daveed was nervous you wouldn’t like them.

You looked back at the picture which showed a more elaborate nipple clamp set than what you were wearing with chains connecting in the middle with a “D” link, a butt plug with what looked like a pink jewel on the end, and a brown leather riding crop.

“Well, what do you think?” Daveed was shaking on the inside.

You just looked at him, speechless.

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“Are you rich?” Is Shrill too Economically Idealistic for Its Own Good? ••• By Meredith Salisbury

“Oh My God. What’s happening? I’m afraid that I am feeling myself.” These are the words we here Annie (Aidy Bryant) say to her best friend and roommate Fran (Lolly Adefope) while she’s dancing in a new dress and enjoying some new found self-love towards the end of the first episode of Hulu’s comedy Shrill. The show, which is based off of Lindy West’s memoir Shrill: Notes from a Loud Women, follows Annie as she navigates life as a fat millennial woman living in Portland, Oregon. Shrill has been rightfully praised for its blunt and realistic depictions of everyday life as a fat woman and for its nonchalant handling of abortion. For all the care Shrill puts into authentic depictions of Annie’s everyday life, Shrill does so at the expense of showing the larger and more systemic issues fat women face. The omission of these larger cultural forces makes Annie’s transformation seem idealistic, unrealistic, and impossible for the women watching replicate.

Shrill is set in Portland, Oregon. It makes sense that one of the most accepting and liberal cities in the popular imagination is the setting for televisions first radically positive representation of fat women. Like Portlandia, another socially conscious television show set in Portland, Shrill uses comedy to point out where its liberal audience fails in their liberalness. In Shrill, radical self love, queerness, and anti-capitalist ideals are all casually accepted from the get go. Annie’s parents praise Fran’s, who is a lesbian’s, love life with her rotating door of queer partners and Annie’s ex-punk gen-x boss Gabe (John Cameron Mitchell) vilifies “the establishment” regularly. In a way Shrill feels like it teeters on the line between comedy and parody. It is unclear that the Portland represented in Shrill is different than the one created by the sketch comedy show Portlandia. Carrie Brownstein, the creator and star of Portlandia, even directed the Shrill episode “Date.” The similarities between the shows’ representation of Portland is not necessarily a bad thing—Portlandia did a great job at pointing out to liberal people where their liberal ideologies fell short—and Shrill picks up where Portlandia left off and continues this crusade. The issue is that Portlandia was satirical whereas Shrill is meant to be realistic. Shrill, like Portlandia, does not take into account Oregon’s white supremacist past or the fact that Portland is the whitest large city in America nor does it acknowledge how Oregon is one of the most expensive states to live in and that Portland is experiencing an affordable housing crisis.

The fact that Annie and Fran are never plagued with systemic issues leaves room for the show to explore interpersonal ones like Annie’s relationship with her boss Gabe. Gabe is Shrill’s villain. He is the editor-in-chief of The Weekly Throne, the alt-weekly newspaper Annie works for. At first he frustrates her by passively blowing off her pitches and asking her to keep working her way up, but by the fourth episode, the one titled “Pool” he begins a crusade against fatness. After learning The Weekly Thorn can save “a buttload of money” if the staff can “pry [their] cheese-thighs off the couch more than once a week” he gets rid of the vending machines and requires the staff to do “one heart healthy grouptivity once a month.” At the first “grouptivity” Gabe mutters “lazy bodies lazy minds” under is breath. He goes on to question whether Annie takes work seriously and tell her that “success is about an effort” and that “[she] didn’t [try] today.”

Through Gabe, the show pushes people who believe they are fighting against dominant culture to see that they still have biases they need to work on. Gabe is portrayed as a gen-x, ex-punk, and “feminist” through jokes about being the “original bassist in Bikini Kill,” by wearing band t-shirts for bands like Quasi (Janet Weiss of Sleater-Kinney fame’s band), and the fact that Gabe is played by John Cameron Mitchell who is an queer gen-x icon in his own right. We are led to believe that Gabe’s work was once gritty and boundary pushing. He claims when he was Annie’s age he was already “burnin’ shit down and fuckin shit up.” But, what we see now is someone who was on the right side of history, but lost his way as he became older and more financially stable. He is a former radical who is hindering Annie’s growth professionally and personally.

The way Gabe treats Annie at The Weekly Thorne is terrible. Shrill uses Annie and Gabe’s work relationship to drive Annie to find self confidence. The thing is for women work is not just another place for interpersonal relationships. It is a place that provides people with an income and (hopefully) benefits. Individuals need these to survive. In Shrill Annie never once thinks about the financial ramifications of her actions. At work she is not very professional. She is seen sitting on tables, hugging her boss when he gives her an assignment, pestering him about pitches, and posts an article to the paper’s site without permission. While some workplaces are significantly more informal than others, Annie’s behavior at work does not make it appear as though she values her job. Gabe is by no accounts a good boss and she has every right to be upset with the way he is treating her, but it is still fascinating to me that Annie never once seems concerned about the possibility of losing her job. She even quits in a fit of rage in the last episode. It is known that fat women face discrimination when they are applying for jobs and full time jobs in any media industry are nearly impossible to find these days. There is never a moment where Annie stops and worries about what the implications of leaving her job would be. Sure she stood up for herself, but at what cost? She walked away from an income and health insurance without batting an eyelash. What other millennial women who works in media could do that?  

Annie and Fran’s financial situation remains a mystery throughout the six episodes. How is it that two marginalized women in creative careers can have very little financial anxiety? The only inkling of concern comes from Fran when she asks Annie “Are you rich? That’s like $50 every time you have sex with Ryan” when she finds out Annie has been taking the morning after pill every time she has sex with Ryan. Annie never addresses this, she is rightfully preoccupied with the abortion she needs to have, but it still leaves the viewer wondering how she is finacially staying afloat.

Annie’s spending on the morning after pill is not the only unexplained expense in the show. A quick google search revealed that Annie and Fran live in a home that last sold in 2016 for $500,158 and rents for similar houses in the same neighborhood are around $2400 a month. It is unclear how they can afford to live there with Annie working for a small alt-weekly newspaper and Fran cutting people’s hair out of her house. It’s even more baffling when you add in the fact that Fran does not even require payment for her work. The only time we see her compinstated for her work she is paid in stolen clothes. How do these two afford a multi-bedroom house in Portland, Oregon, a place that is notorious for unaffordable housing, while working in independent publishing and freelance hair styling?

The walls of Annie and Fran’s home are adorned with art prints like this one that used to be sold at Otherwild and Fran is often spotted in Wildfang overalls and coveralls. Both brands have become trendy in recent years and are recognizable in queer urban circles as marker for a type of queer financial stability. Wildfang coveralls are the velour Juicy Couture track suit of lesbian culture. Rachel Syme explains that the “Juicy’s suit was just pricey enough to radiate status, but attainable enough to become a part of the everyday wardrobes of thousands of high-school girls.” Wildfang’s clothes do the same thing for queer women. Fran’s $188 coveralls signal to queer women watching that she is financially stable, yet still relatable, but it is never addressed how she got this way.

Annie quits her job in a fit of rage after Gabe writes a rebuttal to her article claiming her fatness. In this moment we see Annie stand up for herself. She calls Gabe a “bully” and tells him he is “stomp[ing] over an entire group of people.” We are supposed to cheer Annie on in this moment—she has finally began to believe in herself—but she just walks out of her job without any real concern about her future. This moment is the climax of the season. But what is she going to do now? Study after study has found that fat women face major discrimination when applying for jobs; especially in the media industry. I am proud of her for standing up for herself, but I do not see how any real person could do that without some type of financial safety net.

For fat women and queer women Annie and Fran appear to be wonderful role models. Annie is smart, and stylish, and finding her voice in a way many of us hope to and Fran is strong, and unwavering in her sexuality and standards. Shrill does a wonderful job creating inspiring role models, but Annie and Fran’s lives are impossible to replicate in everyday life. Throughout the season we see Annie strutting around Portland in a collection of adorable and perfectly tailored dresses. It turns out that almost all of Annie’s clothes were custom made for the show by costume designer Amanda Needham. Fran’s strength is a linchpin of the show and she is portrayed as the foil to Annie. In her review of Shrill Emily Nussbaum explains that Fran “specialize in brassy self-assertion, a bravado that doubles as a shield and as a weapon.”  and later explains that it’s Annie’s “niceness ... that fuels the show.” Fran’s self-assertion comes from her ability to opt-out of interacting with straight men, other than her brother or the occasional boy Annie brings home. Shrill leads us to believe that Fran’s lesbianism is what makes her that brash woman who refuses take shit and this is why she is able to empower Annie. Although all women are taught throughout their lives to seek the validation of men; coming out as a lesbian frees you from some of those expectations. Although male bosses, relatives, and friends still exist; there is no longer the expectation that one of the men in your life could be your future partner and this alleviates some of the compulsory need to please them. Annie on the other hand still believes she needs to placate a boy and win over a boss and those needs hinder her ability to stand up for herself. The thing is that queerness does not suddenly alleviate all of those pressures. As much as I would love to exist in a world without problematic straight men and the patriarchal nonsense they bring with them it is not possible. Fran has created a life where she only cuts cute girls’ hair and somehow still has a roof over her head a wardrobe full of $200 Wildfang overalls. Her queerness and lack of traditional employment may allow her to accept herself without pause, but the lack of hardship or pushback she receives is implausible and unlike the experiences of any queer women I have ever known or heard about.

Shrill represents a radical hope for fat women’s futures. It presents a nuanced depiction of the everyday struggles of fat women, but refuses to complicate its narrative with the broader and more systemic sexist and homophobic struggles fat women face. By diving deep into specificities it allows Annie to overcome her personal problems but misses the mark on addressing larger structural ones. In Shrill’s universe, Annie can quit her job without ever acknowledging how hard it is for fat women to get hired in the first place and Fran can live a blissful queer life in Portland without ever facing a racist or homophobic person. And both of them never have a financial care in the world while living in one of the most expensive cities and working in underpaying careers. I wish the lessons taught in Shrill were applicable to everyday life. I wish I could call out a fat-phobic boss on the internet without the fear of losing my employment and possibly my health insurance. I wish I could only cut cute girls’ hair and still have a roof over my head and some of the most stylish clothes in queer culture today. But alas I do not live in the world Shrill has created and I do not think I ever will.

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A$AP Rocky Defends His 'Weak Stroke Game' In Alleged Leaked Sex Tape, Twitter Slander Gets Crazier

  Lovin' bad b**ches might be A$AP Rocky's f'in problem, but it's certainly not his only one. A leaked sex tape has folks wondering if they even like him back now that we've seen the type of sex game he likely gives them. The rapper is getting dragged and slandered all over social media, and it's...interesting.

  Deets inside.

It's one thing for your sex tape to leak. It's a whole other for it to be embarrassingly bad. (Ask Kim K.) Unfortunately for A$AP Rocky though, it doesn't look like he's going to get any reality show offers from this.

Yesterday, a video - supposedly first posted to Pornhub.com - hit the internet streets that showed a man with identical tattoos as "F**kin Problems" rapper A$AP Rocky getting it in with someone.  The man - whose face wasn't shown - is seen clapping the cheeks of someone with seemingly enhanced ASSets. The positives: He wrapped it up and believes in safe sex.  The negatives? Well, let Twitter tell you:

  “yooo my stroke game better than asap rocky” pic.twitter.com/stHTtANTdY

— the slut formerly known as graziella (@graziebocciaxo) December 20, 2019

“asap rocky’s stroke game so weak, i would’ve had her shakin n squirtin, if that was me shit would’ve gone down different” pic.twitter.com/rx4sJB11Wl

—: *Jlon: (@Jlonwavves) December 20, 2019

Asap rocky can still get it idc

— lil ded janet (@lildedjanet) December 20, 2019

    When your stroke game better than asap rocky and your dick bigger than Steph curry pic.twitter.com/B8n93YOfsN

— (@IsraeIg) December 20, 2019

Someone said that Asap Rocky does have “fuckin problems” and I- pic.twitter.com/ZCSKDiUKZa

— if you give a nigga a present (@_kate_the_grate) December 20, 2019

Niggas after finding out their stroke game is better than ASAP Rocky. pic.twitter.com/b0uY0MkOvC

— Lindi Shakur (@LindiShakur) December 20, 2019

men on here talking about having better stroke game than asap rocky but have never made a girl cum in their lives that is insane pic.twitter.com/dabeLLbhD6

— celeste (@_CE7ESTE) December 20, 2019

Average dick niggas after watching that asap rocky sextape pic.twitter.com/Kn4Jgylc4b

— ig : shoveltrapper (@shoveltrapper) December 20, 2019

Girls before and after the ASAP rocky sex tape pic.twitter.com/TOdrNHWJuE

— (@WodaCodaShoda) December 20, 2019

Rocky then spoke out about it all. 

MY PENIS AND I WOKE UP 2 THE ALARMING DISTURBANCE OF A VIDEO CLIP 2DAY .AS HIS DEFENSE ATTORNEY WE’RE PREPARED 2 DENY ANY SLOW STROKES OR LACK OF KILLIN THE PUSSY .A LONG LIST OF SATISFIED WOMEN CAN ATTEST TOO. BUT THE REAL PUNCHLINE IS SEEING PPL WHO NEVER FUCKED HIM RATE HIM

— LORD FLACKO JODYE II (@asvpxrocky) December 19, 2019

He didn't explicitly say it IS him and his penis in the video (he could just be joining in on the joke) but he also didn't say it wasn't.  Anywho, A$AP has been busy trying to get back to Sweden - yes, the place where he was jailed for beating men on the street who followed him and his team - to perform for inmates. Sweden's not having it, but for some reason, Rocky's determined to do it. Even if it's for the "people of Sweden".

SEE U IN STOCKHOLM 12/11

— LORD FLACKO JODYE II (@asvpxrocky) December 9, 2019

EVEN WHEN IM DENIED ACCESS TO DONATE OR PERFORM FOR THE INMATES IN SWEDEN I STILL WANT TO RAISE AWARENESS FOR THE IMMIGRANTS AND POOR PPL OF OUTSIDE SURROUNDING AREAS , THIS HAS BEEN A DIFFICULT JOURNEY , BUT I FEEL ITS MY TASK TO GIVE BACK TO PPL WHO SUPPORTED ME WHEN I WAS DOWN

— LORD FLACKO JODYE II (@asvpxrocky) December 9, 2019

how i’m feelin this morning after knowing my stroke game is better than asap rocky ‘s pic.twitter.com/0I7bA8i3ii

— rya(n) (@ryanshawtyy) December 19, 2019

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