#you guys the live show was so fucking good

[rafesangelita]

…BLUECOLLAR!JOHNB AU

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BLUECOLLAR!JOHNB who owns a small construction company alongside jj and pope. he wakes up for work at four in the morning and doesn’t come back home until the sun is setting, all of the guys sharing a cold twelve pack of beer back at his place afterwards. he’s absolutely jacked, the years of heavy lifting and hard labor clearly showing in his physique. john b sold the chateau and decided to use the money to start up his business, the rest of his funds going towards his own mobile home, gas, and cigarettes. “you need a woman’s touch in here.” pope would walk into john b’s living room, the walls barren, the only furniture being a singular recliner and a small table in which his outdated television sat on. as much as john b wanted to explore that part of his freedom as a single man, he figured his rough and rugged exterior just made him damaged goods. and who would want that?

BLUECOLLAR!JOHNB who met you on the side of the road when you blew a tire and looked helpless as you tried to get cell service on the outskirts of the island. your pretty getup immediately caught his attention, the way your sundress clung tightly to your body had his tires coming to a screeching halt as you fanned yourself from the blazing heat of the sun. he cursed under his breath when your eyes fell on him, the adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly. “hey, there..” he greeted you awkwardly, a teasing smile adorning your lips as you saw the way he fiddled with the tool belt on his waist. “need some help?” in no time, john b had managed to change your tire, his swiftness and ability to make the task look so easy had undoubtedly drawn you in. the way he effortlessly towered over you made your cheeks heat, john b finally gathering up the courage to ask you out on a date.

BLUECOLLAR!JOHNB who got cleaned up real nice just for you. he called pope over to help him choose an outfit, the two of them ransacking his drawers and closet for something decent. “john, all you have is fifty year old jeans, work boots, and raggedy t-shirts..” pope sat back and scanned the wardrobe of what looked like a true hardworking man— maybe a little too hardworking considering there wasn’t not one dress shirt in sight. after settling on a bass pro shop t-shirt, worn out jeans, and well— his work boots, he was quickly making his way over to pick you up from your place. you had still lived with your parents, your mother smiling over at john b as he walked you over to his dingy work truck. ‘mama, go inside!’ you whispered, your cheeks hot as she giggled, watching the way john b opened and closed the door for you. “she’s in good hands!” he reassured her before driving off.

BLUECOLLAR!JOHNB who soon realized he was nervous for nothing once you two made it to the small bar on the cut. your eyes sparkled everytime you gazed up at him, that beautiful smile of yours making his heart skip a beat in his chest. a few beers later and he was looking at you with that knowing look in his eye, sending butterflies to flutter in your tummy as he reached for your hand, softly stroking your skin with his thumb. john b couldn’t remember the last time someone made him feel like this. truthfully, neither of you wanted the night to end, a feigned gasp leaving your lips when he proposed you should come back home with him. “what kind of girl do you take me for, john?” he was quick to apologize, his fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose for suggesting such a thing on the first date. you laughed. “i thought you’d never ask..” john b’s head immediately shot up at your words, both of you scrambling out of the bar.

BLUECOLLAR!JOHNB who’s so strong he fucks you standing up, slamming his hips into your own as you grow more and more delirious with each thrust. he’s reaching a depth that you’ve never felt before, your nails raking down his skin as he leaves a sloppy trail of kisses across your chest. you’re screaming his name like it’s the only word you know, his grunts and groans bouncing off of his bedroom walls. it isn’t until you’re slipping out of his grip that he pins you down to his bed, your fingers working through his curly hair as he hooks your legs to his waist. orgasm after orgasm, you lose count of the amount of times he has made you come undone. it isn’t until his hips are stuttering and you’re moaning out a ‘please cum inside me!’ that you feel him spilling into you, both of you desperately clinging onto each other as he empties himself into your needy cunt. after that night, for the first time ever, john b woke up to a full lunchbox packed and ready for him for the day.

[artificial-transmutations]

Grunt Force Gamer

Friday evening, finally. After a rather stressful week at the office, Finn was looking forward to his favorite past-time activity, which was blasting through the missions of *Duty Force Alpha* with his buddies. He was a bit surprised though when he logged into the voice server to find only one of his teammates there, even though he was the one who was late.

"Hey Beck! Sorry I'm late. Where is everyone?" he asked.

Beck was the newest addition to the team and had only joined a few weeks ago, bringing them up to five guys, or a whole squad.

"Let's see..." the other guy answered.

"Joey has to help a friend to move, so he is out for tonight. Alex has to prepare a presentation for his work on Monday. And I haven't heard from Dave at all."

Finn groaned.

"So, probably girl trouble again." Dave had a history of disappearing without any trace for a couple of days, only to emerge again a few days later and explaining that he was on a date. It never seemed to work out in the long term, though.

"Anyway. What about you?"

"I'm game. Looks it's just the two of us tonight." said Beck, and Finn could vividly imagine the cocky grin of the other guy, even though their cams were off right now. Finn agreed and started up the game but couldn't stop his heart from beating faster. The thing about Beck was that he wasn't just the newest member of their team or a cool guy to hang out with. Beck was *also* rather hot, especially for a gamer, and every time he spoke, his voice alone was enough to send a chill down Finn's spine. In short, Finn had a hard crush on the other man, and the prospect of spending the evening alone with him - even though it was just digital proximity - was both exciting and frightening to him.

The trouble was: Finn knew borderline nothing about Beck at all. He knew they lived in the same city and his first name, but that was about it. He had no idea if Beck was into guys or if he was single - which Finn could hardly imagine either way - or what his type was. And, of course, he was way too shy to actually ask him.

Just as Finn logged onto the game server, Beck spoke up again.

"Ah fuck, I've got to go AFK for a few minutes again, sorry."

"Sure, no problem. I'll go get a snack as well."

Finn muted his microphone, but instead of going to the kitchen, he was quickly distracted by a message from the game, announcing a change in skill trees. As he was reading the patch notes, however, after some moments, he heard a strange noise from his headset. It sounded a bit like a quiet slapping sound, and while he was still trying to identify what it was, a faint moan reached his ears.

Oh. *Oh*! Finn froze as his brain connected the dots. Beck hadn't gone AFK in a broader sense. Well, his hands probably were off the keyboard, but...

His mind was racing, and his own cock was twitching. Beck was *jerking off* right now, and he had forgotten to mute his microphone. What now? He couldn't just sit here and listen to his teammate beat his meat, right? Perhaps he should give him some privacy and go get that snack.

On the other hand,... imagining the lean Beck stroking himself, probably watching some porn in his gaming chair was pretty hot, and Finn felt his own cock strain against his pants. He double checked his own microphone. Muted. Good. Finn felt his heart beating in his throat as he slowly fondled himself, not quite masturbating but listening to the increasingly labored breaths of his crush on the voice channel. He wondered what he was watching...

Suddenly, a coarse whisper joined the jerking noises and the moans.

"Oh yeah. Show me those big guns, Sarge. I bet your sexy biceps are so much bigger than your brain... Well, I wouldn't mind..."

No way! Beck wasn't just rubbing one out to a random porn video, but instead he was drooling over one of the game characters, Sarge, the meathead heavy type of the game.

But that meant...

Disappointment set in shortly after euphoria. Yes, that meant Beck was gay. But it also meant he preferred the more or less exact opposite of what Finn had to offer. He was a smart guy with a rather unimpressive physique - quite the contrast to Sarge, who was basically a meat mountain. In fact, Finn's character in *Duty Force Alpha* was the exact opposite of Sarge. It was a character class called 'Engineer', whose main feature was to build turrets to shoot down enemies.

But these were just game characters, right? A fantasy. Perhaps Beck didn't have those expectations in real life? Well, there was no way he would be able to ask him, not without giving away that he listened in on his masturbation session.

As if on cue, Beck was moaning loudly now, and with an almost grunting noise, the slapping stopped. He had finished, and Finn was hard. It took only a few seconds until the sound of his breath was gone, replaced by his normal voice.

"Hey, Finn. Did you get that snack?"

Finn decided to wait for two more minutes before unmuting his own microphone to keep up the charade.

"I'm back. Are you there, Beck?"

"Yeah, sorry man, I had to take care of something first. Anyway, let's get going!"

Taking care of something. You could say that. Beck chose his usual sniper character as if nothing had happened and Finn's mouse hovered over the engineer, but he hesitated. He knew Beck's fantasies rather well now. Perhaps if he tried to act a bit simpler... He clicked.

"No way! You're playing Sarge? What happened to your engi?" Beck's voice was surprised.

"Well, I..."

Finn cleared his throat, remembering that Beck apparently had the hots for the simple men.

"Heh, yeah, figured I'd mix things up a bit. These guys seem pretty... capable. And we need a bit of meat shield if it's just the two of us."

Adjusting his pattern of speech to what he thought was simple and cool was harder than expected. He found himself tripping over words more often than not, but if that had any effect on the other guy, he didn't show it immediately. He didn't ask further questions about his choice of character and the two of them went on their way, starting the first mission.

At first, Finn tried to play tactically, as he was used to by his engineer, but after half a mission, he reconsidered. Not only was Sarge simply not built for this playstyle, but he figured Beck would be more into another approach. So, he changed strategies completely and just charged into the enemies head-first and with blazing guns. This worked out remarkably well, and soon, Finn was having actual fun behaving like the meathead he was pretending to be. He even threw in a few grunts and battle cries for good measure that seemed to amuse Beck a lot.

"Sounds like someone is having fun with his new class!" he laughed after a particularly successful attack.

"Yeah. I'm just here to shoot and look pretty. No need to think of anything. Leave that to the smart guys. Like you. All I need is my guns."

The bit of boldness probably came from all the adrenalin, but it was getting easier to get into character now. In any case, Beck didn't seem to mind.

"Awesome man! So, what do you do when you're not gaming? Hit the gym much?"

Finn froze and almost got hit by an enemy assault as a consequence. Fuck! This was the first time Beck showed any interest in his personal life. But the honest answer to that would be 'no, never', clearly not what Beck wanted to hear. Against better judgment he had to lie.

"Uh... yeah, sometimes. Gotta stay in shape, y'know?", hoping that Beck would buy it.

"Nice! Hey, why don't you turn on your cam, show me those gains."

Crap. They sometimes played with their webcams on, that's how Finn knew how Beck looked like. However, since he had been sick and didn't want to turn on his own camera last time, Beck had not seen him before. And that was the only reason his bluff earlier could have worked.

"I don't know, I didn't clean my place..." he tried to evade, but it was no use.

"Aww, come on, man."

Beck had already turned on his camera and smiled into the lens, and Finn could see the handsome face he often dreamed of at night. That was, of course, too much for Finn to resist, and he turned on his camera, too, with a beating heart, expecting Beck to call him out on his lie.

But instead, Beck nodded approvingly.

"Yeah, nice. I can see your progress. You're looking pretty fit, man."

Finn just stared at the monitor for a moment. Given, the lighting wasn't all that good, but how on earth would Beck think he was looking *fit*? He inspected his own miniature image on the screen. Okay, yes, the shadows of the badly lit battle station worked in his favor here. With some fantasy, you could probably make out definition that Finn knew very well wasn't there in reality. Perhaps, Beck was just being polite.

"Uh, thanks." he said, before quickly adding "... bro." for the effect.

He felt a rush of excitement. Perhaps he would be really able to pull this off!

With the cams still on, he charged into the next pack of enemies, and watched Beck lean back into his gaming chair, giving Finn a good view of his own somewhat toned chest under his t-shirt.

"So, you got a girlfriend, Finn? Or are you more of a player?"

Fuck, more questions. His first impulse was to lie again, but no! If he wanted to have a shot with the other guy, he *had* to be honest here. He swallowed hard and answered with his eyes still lingering on Beck, trying to read his body language.

"N-no girlfriend. I'm... uh... not really into chicks."

That came out a lot less confident than he hoped. There was no sign of animosity in Beck, and even though thinking was somehow getting harder, rationally, Finn knew it was a good opportunity to ask him the same, exposing Becks own orientation. But he just couldn't bring himself to do it, so he chickened out and tried to change the subject.

"Anyway, did I tell you about this thing that happened at work the other day? I totally saved our asses by-"

He stopped again, suddenly remembering that he's supposed to play dumb.

"Uh, I mean, I dunno, it was pretty boring office stuff. Who cares about that shit, right?"

At least the lingo came a lot more naturally by now, and sometimes, Finn had to remind himself that it was a role he was playing. It was, right?

Beck raised an eyebrow, looking curious.

"Office stuff? Didn't know you worked in an office, Finn. Thought you were more of a hands-on kind of guy."

Shit! what a slip-up.

"Uh... yeah, uh... I actually am. I'm..."

Fuck, thinking was *hard*. He had to come up with something here, but his mind drew a blank until he looked back at the screen.

"... a soldier. Yeah, I'm in the army."

"Wait, you're a soldier? For real?"

Beck sounded impressed but Finn's heart was racing as he realized what he just said. But he couldn't back down now.

"Uh, yeah, that's right," he replied, trying to sound casual. "Been in the army for a couple years now."

Beck looked impressed. "No shit? That's awesome, man! But what were you doing in an office then?"

Shit, lying was *hard*. Now he had to come up with another one, and fast.

"I... uhm... Oh, right. I was actually applying for a new job, at a private security firm. Y'know, with all the political bullshit goin' on, a lot of us are lookin' to get out and find somethin' else."

That was believable. A lot of people didn't want to stay in the army with a president like that. Heck, that's why *he* was looking for another job, right?

Wait, but wasn't that part of the lie? Finn's confusion grew and he barely registered Beck's answer:

"Yeah, I hear ya."

Finn scratched his head, trying to clear his mind. Thinking had never been his strong point - or has it? However, he was quickly distracted again by a weird feeling. As he had raised his arm, his shirt felt... tight. Constricting even. Hardly believing what he felt, he looked down at his own body and felt his solid pecs through his t-shirt. No, they weren't just solid. They were *large*. Large enough to stretch the fabric of his clothing and to limit his movements. Suddenly, he was aware of his other muscles, too. His arms were far bigger than they should be. Or was that right? Wasn't that why he went to the gym every day?

"Damn Finn, I never realized how built you are." Beck’s voice interrupted his slow train of thoughts and Finn could see Beck subconsciously licking his lips at the sight.

Something was wrong here, somehow.

"I... uh... I need to piss." he declared, the crude language coming all natural now.

He almost forgot to take off his headset and stumbled to the bathroom, splashing his face with water. The man who was staring back at him from the mirror was... not him. There was a certain similarity, of course, but *this* Finn was looking all different. He stripped down to his underwear to see better and was greeted by a much more massive body than before: a six-pack, bulging biceps, pecs, and all. His hair was also shorter than it used to be, and his features overall looked more rugged and less nerdy. He was a whole new, hot and handsome version of his former self. Even his face had squared up, and his jawline was much stronger. And his underwear... It looked positively *stuffed*, like he had pushed a sock in there. But he knew that wasn't the case. No, this was *his* package, the outline of his own cock pressing against the fabric, and it was a lot more than he remembered.

Finn stared at his reflection, and the reflection stared back. Something was wrong, but the fog around his brain was only getting denser.

Right, that was it. His big fingers brushed against his stubbly beard. He didn't shave, that's what was wrong here. Without a second thought, he grabbed the razor and started working on his upper lip, his chin and even his chest, until he was presentable again. It was only a few swipes, and once he was finished, he was satisfied with his work. Better.

He grabbed his clothes from the ground and didn't realize they, too, had changed into a pair of large olive cargo shorts and a white tank top.

"Yo, I'm back. Did I miss any action?"

He grinned for the camera and Beck shook his head.

"Cool!"

He readjusted his crotch and got back to playing, occasionally exchanging a joke with Beck. The game was getting really fun. Finn was blasting through enemy ranks without any consideration for strategy anymore. He was a simple guy now, and simple guys didn't need that kind of thing.

After an especially hard boss fight, he yanked his fist up in the air in triumph.

"Hell yeah! Did you see that?"

Beck laughed. "Yeah, I did, Finn. You were a beast out there."

Beck's praise gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

"Thanks man. One sec."

Without a second thought he pulled off his headset, followed by his tank top, leaving him bare-chested in front of his PC.

"Better. It's getting hot in here."

"Wow, you can say that... Holy shit!"

Beck’s eyes looked like they are about to pop out of his head. "You been hidin' that bod all this time? Damn, you look amazing!" The lust in his voice is clearly audible by now.

"Thanks, man. Just thought I'd get comfortable, y'know?" Finn grinned and ran a hand over his chiseled chest, feeling powerful and sexy. Suddenly, he remembered something.

"Right, wanted to ask ya, since we're bein' honest and all... you got a girl? Or maybe you're into dudes like me?" He didn't get why he couldn't have asked that earlier, it really wasn't that hard, was it? Heh, hard.

Beck's cheeks flush slightly but he grins. "Yeah, I swing for the other team too, Finn. Never found a chick who could handle all this."

He gestured to his own, rather toned body, which wasn't quite as impressive as the one Finn was sporting now, bringing Finn to smirk in acknowledgement.

"Well, if you wanna get more comfortable too, feel free to lose the shirt, man. Unless you're scared to show me up."

Beck chuckled, reaching for the hem of his shirt. "Scared? Please, I'll put your buff ass to shame!"

The two of them continue to play, now with their shirts off, and their banter becomes increasingly flirty. Finn was enjoying the attention, and it was obvious that Beck was enjoying the view as well. However, after two more missions, Beck noticed a sudden drop in his teammate’s performance.

"Dude, what's up? You're playin' like shit all of a sudden." he teased, while his eyes remained glued to the difficult situation.

However, after hearing the grunted answer from Finn, he immediately looked up to the video stream again.

"It's... hard to play with one hand, y'know?"

Beck's mouth fell open as he saw Finn, grinning, with one hand still on the controller and the other tightly wrapped around the massive hard cock he had fished out of his underwear and was stroking slowly, all while maintaining eye contact with Beck.

"Woah, dude. You're... You're jackin' off right now? While we're gaming?"

Finn just grinned broader before his hazy mind produced an idea. Instead of the controller, he took his phone in his hand and typed a bit, all while slowly continuing to work his cock. Beck didn't have to wait long for the mystery to resolve itself, though, as his own phone buzzed.

"That's my address," Finn growled, his voice deep and commanding. "Get your fine ass over here and I'll show you what this soldier can really do."

"I... I'll be there in 10 minutes." Beck promises, his own voice coarse with arousal.

The last thing he saw before his webcam switched off was a lewd grin on Finn's new face.

Hey, sorry for the long silence! I've had some stressful time at work, but now I'm back writing!

[dwaekkicidal]

forever thinking of secret mean dom felix. your sweet, sweet lixie who dotes on you and holds you so gently and kisses you softly in front of his friends but is a totally different person in the bedroom.

pushing your head into the pillow, wrapping your hair around his fist and yanking hard while he tells you what a slut you are for wearing a tiny skirt and bending over in front of innie.

squishing your cheeks and making your lips puff out while youre on your knees staring up at him so prettily.

his voice beyond deep and growly in your ear when he tells you to beg for his cock and tell him why you deserve it if you’re so needy.

landing one (1) slap on your face when he has you on your back for daring to stick your tongue out at him, thinking he wouldn’t act on his words.

leaving you tied up on his bed with a vibrator taped to your clit while he games with orders of not to make a sound or even think of cumming.

having you cockwarm him in front of the boys for giggling at a joke seungmin made about felix needing to tame your sass. you can’t sass if your mouth is full, right?

mean dom felix lives rent free in my brain, its giving the musical doodle worm in spongebob iykyk

my sweet, lovely anon.. MARRY ME RIGHT FUCKING NOW.. jumping from wall to wall, gnawing my headboard, hanging from the ceiling like a fucking bat swinging around

secret mean dom felix is straight out of my nastiest fantasies.. i love being baby’d and being treated+treating others so sweetly is always my favorite thing- but then fucking like you want me to die is ... 🧍‍♀️i will find a way to impregnate the next man that does this to me

ahem. anywho-

secret mean dom felix who is just soooooo sweet and soo patient with you no matter what. he has his nose pressed to your temple more often than not, with a soft smile at the familiar smell of your shampoo/body wash and will give you random hand kisses literally just for fun.

the others actively gag (jokingly obv) at the sheer intimacy that felix just isnt afraid to show in public. they also will always call you guys mom and dad and will pretend to throw up when you guys show a lot of pda with no shame (theyre proud and good on you two!! but also “EEEEEEW”)

its become a regular thing, seeing you guys locked limbs and giving each other eskimo kisses or just soft and sweet little pecks as you hold each other close

hes the most respectful little guy that the world could ask for… but ohhhh my god. when theyre gone and it’s just the two of you, he gets SO disrespectful 🫠

what you said about the tongue sticking out is actually making me lose my mind!!!!!!!!!!! its such a like simple but childish thing to do and its literally THE perfect thing (in my eyes as of now) to do to piss off your dom 🥹 i genuinely might include this in my future brat taming things i write

but YES! slapping you across the face just enough to get his point across is so ‼️‼️‼️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️⁉️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️❕❕❕

he swears that he “hates” to do it to you, but the shit eating smile on his face and the way his cock twitches says otherwise

especially when he slides into you after having to tease himself to punish you properly, and that initial slide in doesnt feel as good as it normally does- at least not until halfway in, his palm meets your cheek or your tit out of the blue and your cunt tightens up so nicely for him!! not to mention, your sound are almost enough for him to cum right then and there

he loves to keep a hand in your hair for any reason. its a convenient means of reminding you who’s boss and keeping you obedient, all the while he can position you essentially to any position he wishes. (but its also good for holding you still so he can shove his tongue down your throat or so he can put your faces an inch from each other and in that sexy ass voice tell you to “watch your fucking mouth.”)

or better yet, he has one hand holding the restraints on your wrists while the other slides your favorite vibrator between your folds. roughly against your clit and at the max speed because “greedy sluts dont deserve to speak or enjoy their pleasure.”

him and that stupid ass vibrator are 🤞🤞

he chose a lovense because he loves the app controls while still being able to use it without the app, and it always leads to the freakiest (therefore yummiest) scenarios

you’re at dinner with the boys? vibrator shoved deep in your cunt while he teases the controls under the table.

grocery shopping and you just so happen to choose the emptiest isle to go down? 0-100 in literal seconds.

you wanted to watch them do choreos or just wanted to sit in the studio with the others? will look you dead in the eye and gradually up the speed of the vibrations until he can just barely hear it

running around the house doing chores? (playing the part of his little housewife ❤️) will put patterns on repeat and leave it running until the battery dies, or until youre finished cleaning. oh but dont worry about the charge!!! he has backups of your most used toys. :)

can, but will not give you any build up once you have the toy in solely because you getting caught off guard = the best reactions and the prettiest sounds. he will, however, sit there and laugh to himself when you struggle to walk straight or straight up fall to your knees at the sudden pleasure

and if any of the boys get invited to the bedroom, shits gonna get NYASTY… (ESPECIALLY with chris or minho 🫠🫠)

[secretly-tumb1r]

We need a dom Sam monroe, taking readers virginity

a/n:tysm for the request!! i tried my best🥲

warnings: p in v (wrap it before you tap it!!), cream pie😋, older brother’s best friend sam, age gap reader is 18 sam is 22(idk just random ages pleak) slow asf burn i cant control myself 😔😭

You were sat on your couch in the living room, when your brother rudely interrupted the show you were watching.

“get this girly shit off Sam’s coming over” he said snatching the remote out of your hand

“ugh give it back! can’t you guys just hang out in your room?” you whine and stand up to follow him to the kitchen

He rolled his eyes and went out to the shed to get the weed ready, fucking stoners you thought to yourself. You pretended to act annoyed when you learned Sam was coming over, but part of your was excited. He was soo fucking delicious with his dyed hair and eyeliner and that damn labaret piercing that made his lips look so entrancing.

you quickly ran up to your room and changed into something tighter, booty shorts and a low cut tank top with no bra on. no matter what, sam was gonna be yours tonight. you took your previous place on the couch and waited for your eye candy to be delivered.

about 20 mins later, sam arrived. your heart sank in excitement and you could feel your panties dampening at the thought of him.

“hey dude” sam said to your brother “hey y/n” he winked at you and you nearly fainted. “ey let’s go to the shed cmon” your brother said “yeah one sec gotta piss” sam said his eyes never leaving yours. “alr dude have at it meet me in the shed tho” and with that your brother left.

your focus drifted back onto your show you turned back on but truly, your heart was beating out of your ears. Sam was leaning against as a wall, his eyes scanning your entire body and that dammed piercing pulled between his teeth.

he pushed off the wall and made his way towards you, the closer he got, the more evident his scent became. cigarettes and cheap cologne made your pussy ache and clench against nothing. you wished it was clenching against his cock.

he moved till he was standing infront of you, you tried your best to keep your attention on the show ahead of you, but all focus was thrown out the window the second his finger touched your chin and pulled your head up to look him in the eyes.

he came close to your face, you were practically sharing air, and your lips were mere inches apart. your eyes fluttered shut as you expected him to kiss you. you heard him chuckle as he released your chin and with a smirk said “so needy f’ me huh? meet me at 12 tonight” and with that he followed your brother to the shed, leaving you breathless.

later that night, you kept looking at the time. luckily for you, your brother knocked out at around half 11, and just as the time struck midnight, a knock came on your door. you approached it and whispered “sam?” “yeah it’s me baby let me in” you quietly opened your door and he immediately cupped your face and kissed you so harshly your knees buckled.

“do you want this?” sam asked checking your eyes for denial.

“yes.” was all you needed to say before his lips attacked your neck and his hands wandered down into your waistband. he groaned when he noticed you weren’t wearing any panties.

“good fucking slut” he mumbled.

“wait sam- i’m a..” you trailed off

“shit baby.” he closed his eyes and threw his head back, the confession seemed to turn him on even more.

“don’t you worry pretty girl i’ll take care of you” and with that he ripped your shorts off and dived straight into your pussy.

his mouth was wonderful and you had never felt anything like it before, he added a finger than two and you could see stars. he was so skilled your mind had emptied and the only thing you could muster out was his same.

“shh baby we don’t wanna up your brother now do we? don’t wanna let him see his little sister getting fucking like the dirty whore she is”

his dirty words made you clench around his fingers

“shit baby cutting my fingers there fuck”

“sam. please need you” you panted through breaths

“aw needy girl, needs to be fucked doesn’t she?” he took his pants off and you were left in shock.

it was massive. not like you had anything to compare it to but, how the fuck was that gonna fit inside you.

his tip teased your entrance and just as you were about to moan loudly he stuck his thumb in your mouth “that’s it baby suck on it”

his hips moved further into your virgin pussy and he groaned through clenched teeth,

“fuck you gon milk me dry with this tight fucking pussy” he was now half way into your cunt and your head was exploding

the stretch was so delicious and you were so wet it didn’t hurt at all.

“sam please”you mumbled past his thumb you didn’t know what you were pleading for but you needed him

he suddenly thrusted hard into you and you screamed muffled by his thumb

he picked up a steady pace as his other free hand came to your clit rubbing it in assertive circles. your back arched and your head was thrown back. this was pure bliss

“fuck i might not last longer, tight fucking pussy been keeping this from me for this long? fucking whore”

one, two, three more thrusts and he came inside you painting your gummy walls white. his orgasm triggered yours and you came with a high pitched whine. your body was twitching in overstimulation and sam pulled out

“oh shit i-“

“it’s fine sam i’m on the pill” you gasped

“fuck. you’re perfect”

you fell asleep in eachothers arms but when you woke up, sam was gone.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

i‘m struggling with a decision and dont have many trans friends who have transitioned or been out very long and would appreciate your thoughts on it - I haven’t changed my gender marker yet, and was planning to try to push it through on my social security before they start enforcing not changing it (not sure if this will be successful). However, with all the concerns regarding trans people and lack of protections, I‘m starting to wonder if thats a good idea. I pass physically and live entirely as a guy now (on T for 2.5 years and have had top surgery), and I live in a big city in a trans friendly neighborhood and state. But if that gender change is on record, I wonder if that could cause more problems than not changing it, or if it‘s kind of bad either way. My chosen name is gender neutral, so it won‘t inherently out me on paperwork either way. I‘d appreciate your thoughts (even if its just ‚consult a lawyer‘ haha)

I would suggest getting your driver's license changed to match the gender you pass as. It is what you show at traffic stops, domestic travel, and for most job onboarding, so should give you a measure of protection from police violence and job discrimination. (All bets are off if you are arrested, but that is a case where you are fucked regardless of what your paperwork says.)

But not knowing what state you live in makes it difficult to advise, because in places like Florida, you cannot change the marker anymore and at this point might even get your license revoked trying to change it.

For Social Security, since the marker is not on the card, I cannot say who actually will see it. It always felt to me like a completionist thing.

What will likely out a trans person on a bog-standard background check is if you don't pass as your birth name. For folks who have a completely gender neutral first and middle name, it may not be worth changing it, because folks do raise their eyebrows at name changes outside of marriage.

If you pursue jobs that have more extensive background searches, you are fucked either way. I am a (soon to be ex) federal contractor and my having "M" on my IDs but no Selective Service signup meant my background check got flagged for further investigation.

Tldr; If you have medically transitioned, you are always vulnerable to discrimination and violence, so it's really up to you what kind of risk you wish to take on regarding your paperwork. Me, I am leaving federal service because I will always be outed via the background checks those jobs require.

There are likely those who will have different advice and at the end of the day, it's up to you to decide what is best. Good luck.

[elleloquently]

i honestly don't even really like to talk about tlou2 but something that will absolutely baffle me until the end of time is how many people romanticize the farm sequence and view it as happy. every time someone says the game should've ended there or that ellie threw away her whole life and she could've been happy etc etc etc, it really makes me realize how many people do lack literacy and the ability to read between the lines. because how are you seeing the farm scenes and not realizing how devastating it is?? it feels so empty and lifeless.

yes ellie laughed and they listen to music and dance but those are such small snippets. anyone with severe ptsd / mental trauma can be okay for a moment. but ellie was quite literally killing herself on that farm and absolutely would've ended up dead by her own hand (which is not a crazy assumption to make it is quite literally context clues)

like she’s always been skinny and lean but she’s even more thin on the farm?? she literally says she doesn’t eat or sleep?? and the panic attacks that she has?

also when ellie says “i’m not like you dina” and dina instantly snaps back with “you think this is easy for me?” like no that’s not what is being insinuated at all, but the fact of the matter is that dina is still able to function and cope in healthy ways and ellie is not. and the fact that dina doesn’t understand that kinda kills me. also telling ellie to “prove it” when she tells dina that she loves her is so fucked considering everything.

she would’ve died! i will stand by this forever, ellie would not have lived much longer. (confirmed btw in directors commentary, ellie was severely suicidal at this point. so not sure how everyone views the farm as her happy point.)

i don’t think ellie had an obligation to suffer in silence for the sake of what dina wanted.

i don’t blame dina for leaving obviously, that was the best choice for her and i don’t blame ellie for going either!! i think their relationship is very doomed, it was quite literally built on years of miscommunication and it only continues as they’re together.

i don’t blame ellie for leaving the farm whatsoever, she did not “fumble dina,” she didn’t throw away her life, she was barely functioning in the first place. if the game ended with ellie on the farm and the last thing we saw of her was her trying to play house while knowing how much she was suffering, that would’ve been so damn depressing. her leaving may not be the “morally good” choice but it was necessary considering her own mental state.

i think it’s also so important to remember the way in which joel died. she’s not just grieving and dealing with survivors guilt, she’s also living with the brutality of what she experienced. watching the person she loved the most get brutally tortured/beaten to death while she was held down and begging for it to stop?? and you guys expect her to just move on and deal with it so she can keep living on this isolated farm and play happy family??

and it’s not like ellie was fine until tommy showed up. she was already on the edge. the evidence is in her behavior, her journal, the clues around her house (the whiskey glass at her bedside) and her literal mannerisms.

this is very messy and disorganized i just don’t understand how many people STILL oversimplify the farm stuff or act as though everything was happy and good. every time someone says that ellie owed it to dina to stay, i lose a year off of my life.

basically a ramble instead of a proper analysis/breakdown bc i’m trying to focus my energy elsewhere but hopefully it makes enough sense to be understood

[bitchy-craft]

PICK A CARD: 10 fun facts about your future spouse

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Pile 1:

1. They would love to draw you as their muse;

2. They enjoy shows that have incredibly dangerous and insane stunts (because why would you want to do that);

3. They can be very catty when it comes to their words if they’re annoyed; giving shade like a high-schooler;

4. They love their alcohol, but it has to be a specific kind;

5. They enjoy beautiful gardens and would love to have one to tend to themselves (but they aren’t good at it at all, you’ll probably be helping in the future);

6. Your future spouse loves thinking back to their high-school times with old friends, re-experiencing all of it;

7. Your future spouse is open to learning from mistakes and growing from past experiences;

8. Your future spouse would love to sleep in the forest with you sometimes; just you two, or your little family if you two have kids, in the forest with some fire and marshmallows on sticks;

9. They think a fun date in the future for the two of you would be picking fruits from trees;

10. They love acting as a joke; they have a whole alter-ego.

Pile 2:

1. Your future spouse enjoys driving cars a lot; they love the feeling it gives them;

2. They have a very small friend group (around 2 friends), but they’re so close they’re basically siblings;

3. Your future spouse has a tendency to let things go their way and just see what happens, even if preparing would’ve been a better idea;

4. Your future spouse will constantly giggle if they’re drunk;

5. They really enjoy cats, and most of guys their future spouse’s have had a cat when they were younger;

6. They find celebrating birthdays difficult and will act a bit ‘against’ it, but secretly they do enjoy it;

7. Your future spouse is good at imagining things (they prefer to imagine fantasy scenario’s);

8. Your future spouse loves being with friends and having a fun drink;

9. They will be causing mayhem to get a reaction out of you simply because they are bored;

10. They have a decent amount of influence on people; but they only really use it to fuck around and have fun.

Pile 3:

1. Your future spouse can enjoy a good book every once in a while;

2. They enjoy stargazing through windows something (they don’t prefer the outside often, given they get cold very quickly and dislike a ton of layers in order to do so);

3. They like circuses;

4. Your future spouse sometimes has nightmares, they’ve had this their whole lives. They have more then usual, and enough to be an issue in their lives;

5. Even though your future spouse will claim they’re not superstitious at all, they will always make a wish at a falling star;

6. Your future spouse loves to think about moral problems;

7. They would enjoy it to have a fish as a pet;

8. They’d like to sit in a dark forest alone and not do anything; they see the situation as something very peaceful and nice;

9. Your future spouse is very detail-oriented;

10. Your future spouse is often at the back near a wall at bigger gatherings, preferring to see everything instead of standing in the middle of it all.

[softcursechoso]

All Strings Attached: Persuasion

Levi Ackerman x Reader NSFW

MDNI! FROM THIS SENTENCE ON YOU ARE AGREEING THAT YOU ARE 18+

Oneshot

Summary: As the silent and formidable leader of the underground’s most notorious gang, power and resources are always within your grasp. Yet, the one thing you truly desire—mastering ODM gear—can only be taught by Levi. Unfortunately for you, he’s as stubborn as he is skilled, refusing to entertain the idea of teaching you. But you’re nothing if not persuasive, and if Levi won’t yield to reason, perhaps he’ll succumb to something a bit more enticing. After all, there’s more than one way to make a man reconsider…

Contains: Porn with plot, possessive sex, fingering, oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, explicit pillow talk, multiple positions

Just know if you ever see me write a oneshot it's gonna be some nasty shit.

Words: 8k+

Home : 4:32pm : Underground 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” You sucked your teeth. “What am I to do with you?”

In a place like the Underground there weren’t very many beacons of light. Your shop that doubled as your home was the exception. People came far and wide to visit your shop. You even got commissions from people living on the surface every now and then. It was everything to you. It was your livelihood. It was your peace.

Currently you were at your sewing table in the back of the shop making a beautiful gown out of some purple fabric you had. Nothing compared to the dress you wore, however. The clothes you made were unlike any people had ever seen underground or even on the surface. Today you decided on an off the shoulder red dress. Showed a decent amount of cleavage and had a high split up the left leg. The material clung to your waist and fanned out past your hips in many gorgeous layers of chiffon.

Your white gloved hands continued to work as you spoke, “You think you know a guy, and all of a sudden he’s sprinting down the road with a beautiful hand beaded white lace gown that he didn’t pay for. Why?”

Your eyes were not upset, in fact, you didn’t even look up from your work as you spoke. Very strange considering the person you were speaking with was a man being brutally pinned down with his head pressed deep into your sewing table by two of your gang members.

“Fuck you!” The man grunted.

“No, the reason is not fuck you .” You’d continue to work on the dress, connecting in another bead. “I suppose the reason doesn’t matter anyway. It’s time for you to pay me for that dress you stole. Lace is a very complicated design to work with, let alone to make from scratch like I did. White is a highly uncommon fabric color to come across down here. Hmm, I’m feeling generous today. Just pay me what the dress is worth, plus the fee for making my guys chase you, and we’ll be good.” You smiled.

“I ain’t got no money! You gon have to kill me, bitch!” He yelled at you as the blood from his mouth spilled a bit. Your men were a little rough with him when bringing him back to your shop.

“No money? A shame.” You gently set the dress you were working on down. 

You scooted out of your chair a bit and pulled up the split in your dress. There were dark brown stockings that adorned your legs, along with a garter that held a knife and a razor. The knife was your blade of choice in circumstances like this. A gift from a good friend.

“Let’s be clear about what happens here, okay?” You stood up from your chair as you held up the knife. “I will be personally removing your hand with this. You will leave my shop taking your filthy thieving hand with you. When people ask who did this to you, you will not utter my name. Say Wil, Alfie, Heinrich, Klara, Eduard, or anyone else in my crew- but not me. Should my name be mentioned with any violence attached to it, I will personally pluck both of your eyes from your skull. My reputation means everything to me, so I wouldn’t be satisfied with just your eyes. I’ll want the eyes of your children too, understand?”

The man had the fear of God in him. You didn’t know if he had children or not, but the threat seemed good enough. There was a reason you didn’t want your name mentioned, and it was optics. You needed people to believe that you were a weak tailor who was paying for the protection of a powerful gang. In reality, you were the strongest of them all.

Often you did the dirty work because none of your gang had the stomach to. You knew what it took to survive down here. You often did things that went against your morals, but if it meant living another day then sobeit. 

They were your family, and you wanted to be sure that they could rest easy at night. As easy as one could down here anyway.

“Say thank you!” Wil growled, “She’s showing you mercy.”

Wilhelmine, often referred to as Wil- your sister. She had pale skin and long dark brown hair that brought out her gorgeous blue eyes. She was not your biological sister, no, but someone you’d been raised with since before you could speak. She was a few years older and very protective. A great friend. A sister.

“It’s okay Wil.” You looked into her eyes. “I don’t feel like being the bigger person anymore.”

For the next few minutes, the sounds in your shop were absolutely brutal. It was hard to hear the sound of a man begging for his life as you sawed off his hand with a pocket knife. You took no pleasure in this, but saw it as an occupational necessity.

The man left, your shop had been cleaned, and you were back to beading your dress. Things calmed down since you ran off the thief, but you were still waiting on a specific visit.

In your shop now were you, Wil, and Alfie. Alfie being your tall blonde right hand man. The two of you were tighter than handcuffs on the last rung. You were all shooting the shit in the meantime.

“I think Furlan's gonna propose to you soon.” Wil spoke as she filed her nails.

You laughed, “That's very dramatic. I think he knows better. I definitely see him as a brother. Plus I'm already married to my work.”

Alfie leaned back in his seat with two legs of the chair lifted off the ground. “You don't have urges though? I've never seen you with a man.”

“I absolutely have urges.” You confirmed. “Don't worry about my pleasure. I'm well taken care of.”

“By Furlan?!” Wil's eyes widened.

“Levi?” Alfie followed up.

You didn't answer instantly, and with these two that always made them jump to conclusions.

The blonde man leaned forward in his chair until all four legs were on the floor. He was frowning at you with his mouth ajar.

“You're fucking Levi?!” Alfie laughed. “Holy shit! I knew someone had to be in your bed. You've been very level headed for the past few months. Went from cutting off heads to cutting off hands! Was that his idea?”

Wil gasped, her eyes locked on you. “It's true isn't it? Levi? Really? Isn’t he kind of- small?”

You huffed forcefully as you stopped working on the gown to address these two. “Would it change your lives if I said it was true?” Before they could react too much you'd shut down the rumors. “It's business. All of it. I doubt I'd be able to hide an entire affair. I'm too busy and there are way too many eyes on me.” 

“True.” Wil nodded, “That’s a good point.”

 Alfie shook his head in disbelief, “I’m not buying it.”

“What do you want me to say?” Your eyes rolled so hard as your voice shifted into sarcastic territory. “Ooh, yeah! Levi gives it to me so good every night! He may be short, but he’s big where it counts. Mhmmm. He’s the reason I’ve been so nice lately despite him being much colder than I am!”

Wil smiled softly, “Wow. How do you make it throughout the day with all that pent up energy?”

“I told you, my pleasure is well taken care of.” You settled down again. 

“It's Levi, no question.” Your sister snickered. “I don’t know how we didn’t see it until now.”

Speak of the devil. Upon the conversation ending, the door to your shop opened and in walked Levi.

“That's our cue.” Wil gazed over at Alfie.

The two gave a brief formality to Levi before heading out. They were really making things awkward today!

“Hello, Levi.” You gave a soft smile to the man.

“What do you want?” The man walked over to the seat opposite you at your sewing table.

“Why do you already have an attitude?” You'd stop sewing your dress to look at him with your sweet, almost innocent eyes. “Nothing happened yet.”

“I know you have some shitty request. So ask.” Both his arms and legs crossed as he spoke to you. “You never call me to the shop.”

“Never? That's a stretch Levi.” You stood up and walked over to a shelf stocked with towels. You'd pull the gray one and walk back over to the man. “I even worked around your schedule. You were coming in today anyway for your haircut, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone.”

“Why aren't you cutting to the chase?” His eyes remained locked on you.

“Because…” You placed the towel around his neck and tucked it into his collar. “Maybe I just wanna know how your day went first.” 

“You don't care about that information. I know you. If I have to ask you what you want one more time I'm going to leave.”

You'd uncross his legs before lifting up the many layers of your dress and straddling his lap. “I do care about your day just to be clear.”

You'd grab the brush and hair tie from behind you on your table. Softly you'd brush his hair up into a ponytail and tie it. Plenty of the strands were small and stubborn, but you could work around them.

“Don't be funny.” Levi spoke in a neutral tone. 

God you were such a tease. How did a common thug like Levi end up in a position like this with the most beautiful woman in the underground? You weren’t like anyone else, that's for sure. Perhaps that opinion might change on the surface, but then again, maybe not.

You’d pull your hair up into a cute bun before starting on his hair.

“This whole haircut thing was your idea.” You attempted to hide a smile. “I'm not a barber and yeeeeet- you trust no one to be this close to you with a blade but me. I can't ask about your day while I do it?”

His hands gripped your waist with intense vigor. “You always wanna be so damn close. That wasn't my idea.”

“And you can’t say no? I didn’t think you were so weak for my charm.” 

“If I didn’t let you then I’d have to hear you bitch.”

You’d remove the elbow length white gloves that adorned your arms and set them on the table behind you. “If you didn’t like hearing me bitch then you wouldn’t come to my shop so often, Levi.”

Your leg lifted a bit, and the high split in your dress revealed the garter on your leg once again. Snuggly settled underneath was a razor. Those dark brown stockings were impossible to ignore. They were… a weakness.

Why did you always make it so hard to discuss plans? You were such a temptress, but it was fun to tease him. Especially when he was being so serious. You always broke him though.

“Where's the knife?” Levi's eyes were looking down at your garter. His rough hand hooked under your knee and briefly pulled it closer to get a better look.

You’d pull the straight razor from your garter and lower your leg once more. “Alright, hold still dollface.” You held his face with one hand and began to cut his hair with the other. “I had to use the knife on a guy. Don’t even worry about it.”

Your hands were delicate as you began to line him up and trim down his undercut the way he liked.

“Where is he?” 

You chuckled, “Don't worry- he didn't hurt me if that's what you're concerned about. I do have a cramp in my hand from dealing out a little punishment if you wanna kiss it better though.”

You could tell he was getting so irritated about you blatantly skirting around the big question. What did you have to ask him?!

“Why are you dragging this shit out?” He gently moved your razor wielding hand away from him. “Talk, now.”

“I hate when you read me.” You'd give a little pout before leaning into his lips- as close as you could get without connecting. “What if I said I'm scared to ask?” You spoke in a fictitiously coy manner.

“Get over it.” He'd speak without leaning even a hair closer than you did.

“Just hear me out, okay?” You'd lean closer, pressing your lips delicately into his.

You'd have to get his defenses nice and low before you made your request. He pressed back into your lips and squeezed you just a bit tighter. You moved your free hand to the back of his neck. You could feel his muscles tense up. He loved when you touched him there.

“I have come so far during my time in this hellhole. There is not one person I fear down here, and at the same time, there isn’t one person I know who doesn’t fear me… Teach me to ride.” You kissed him deeper this time, pulling him closer to you. Your mouth opening just a bit for your tongues to briefly meet.

“Teach you to ride?” Levi frowned.

You giggled into the next kiss, “Don't be nasty, Levi. The ODM gear. I wanna learn to use it.”

“This shit again.” The man sighed as if he were already exhausted from the conversation. 

“Yes this shit again.” It was a revisited topic and you knew how he felt about it, therefore, you knew it was time to do a little convincing. “Don’t be scared. I’m a fast learner. You know that.”

One hand snaked between you two and rubbed against his growing erection. “Please.”

Your lips pressed against his neck giving little nips every now and then before finally settling at a spot on his neck where you sucked his pale skin.

“You're so goddamn manipulative.” His words had absolutely no conviction as his hands pulled you closer.

“Is it working?” Your tongue ran across his new love mark as you pulled away. “I can bounce on your cock if it’ll expedite the situation.”

“Why are you putting me in this position?” He'd reach for the back of your dress and begin to unzip it down the spine. “You know what the answer is.”

“Why?” You growled. Your hands held your dress up so it wouldn't fall.

“You already have a massive target on your back from the shit you pull within these walls. You using ODM gear will get you snatched by the MP's.” His hands pulled yours away from your dress. 

“I'm so sick of you caring about me.” You spoke as your dress fell to your waist. “Let me fly Levi.” 

He pulled you back toward him as he peppered kisses along your chest- tapering off to the left and bringing your already erect nipple into his mouth. You couldn't help but moan from the feeling of his greedy tongue.

“What are you gonna do for me? ODM gear isn't easy.” He continued to suck your delicate flesh. “Consider the fact that I'm already against teaching you in the first place.”

“Name it.” You spoke softly under your light moans.

The man pulled the towel from his body before he placed his hands under your thighs. He stood up from the chair with you in his arms. You often forgot just how strong he was. He didn’t look like a man who could carry even his own bodyweight, but dammit if he didn’t surprise you every time.

He’d place you on your sewing table and your faces were so close. Not that it wasn’t intimate before, but with his body leaning into yours, it just felt so personal.

Your hand reached for the little ponytail you made for him and pulled away to allow his hair to fall back in place.

“You get on my fucking nerves. You know that?” Levi whispered on your lips.

“Aww.” You’d give his lips a peck, “Tell me no then. I’ll have Furlan teach me.”

His arms grabbed yours, pinning them to the wooden table beneath you- his body looming over yours. “I told him you were off limits.” 

Your heart raced. For a second you could swear you almost felt it swell. He told Furlan you were off limits? How did that conversation go? Levi was staking claim?

“So sensitive.” You grinned, “Tell me no. Say it to my face.”

“Stop being a fucking brat and listen to me.” He backed away a bit as he unbuttoned his vest. It was just a few buttons and then he was on to his shirt. 

You lifted up and your hands helped him undo the bottom buttons on his shirt. “You think I don't know the risk this comes with? Levi, I just wanna be next to you so you don't leave me behind.”

“Leave you and go where?” His eyes were fixed on you in sarcastic disbelief.

“To the surface.” Your fingers reached for his belt, pulling it loose.

“Your manipulation isn't getting better.” His tone sharpened. 

You scoffed, “You're a piece of shit. Just hurry up and fuck me so you can leave.” 

“Such a brat today. I should fuck that little attitude outta ya.” His eyebrows knit as he watched your facial expressions- noticing your slight slip up of excitement as he mentioned being rough with you. “But instead I'll let you take it from here. You wanna learn to fly? Gimmie a good reason.”

“You thought that would stop me?” Your hand reached into his pants and pulled his cock free from its confinement. 

It was slightly above average length and had a pretty nice girth. Blushed pink, adored with a juicy vein that ran up his shaft, and it was ready for you. Strangely pleasing to the eyes. It wasn’t the size of his cock that ever impressed you. It was what he could do with it. You’d never admit it, but you were certain your bodies were made for one another.

You'd take a mental note of his leaky tip glistening with precum as you slowly began to move your hand up and down his length. “I love having control. That's what you don't know.”

His jaw clenched as he almost solely focused on your hand wrapped around his cock. “I've seen you on your back enough times to know you're bullshitting.”

“Put me in my place, Levi, or shut the fuck up for me.” Your lips kissed his neck and down his chest as you continued to lower yourself.

You had no choice but to suck the soul from his body this round. He was so hellbent on you not using this ODM gear. If he thought what you did before was manipulative, then he had no idea what was coming next.

You kept your eyes locked on him, the heat between you was practically crackling like a live wire. Your free hand dragged against his thigh, causing him to shutter just slightly. 

His eyes followed your every motion- like he didn’t want to miss a thing.

You’d pull back the foreskin to reveal just a bit more, your eyes moved down to look at the bead of precum just waiting for you. “Aww, is that for me?”

Your tongue extended and circled around his tip before it collected the salty liquid. He stiffened his posture, and one of his hands found your beautiful hair, his fingers curling just slightly. He was trying his best not to moan, but you heard it. You knew what you were doing to him.

You leaned in once more, dragging your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip in one slow, lingering motion. The ridges beneath your tongue were felt as it moved across his veiny cock.

“ Fuck .” He sighed, almost reluctant to let the words slip his lips. Involuntary if you will.

You’d repeat the motion again. Your mouth then wrapped around him and your tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock, teasing the edge of foreskin for a moment. You knew it’d get to him. 

Your lips slid lower inch by inch. Your cheeks hollowing as you took him deeper. You made sure to look up at him as you did this. Levi’s breath caught, and his fingers latched harder onto your hair as if to ground himself in the moment. 

“Shit.” He swore once more. 

You didn’t stop until your lips brushed the base of his cock, and when you pulled back, a trail of saliva glistened against his skin in the dim light. You tilted your head slightly as you ran your tongue along him again. 

Your attention shifted lower now. Your lips trailed over the base of his cock until you were met with his balls- nice and swollen just for you. Your tongue ran against the sensitive skin on the left side. You felt him tense under you. He inhaled sharply in the otherwise quiet room.

Your tongue traced him delicately before you took one into your mouth, your hand still stroking him in a steady rhythm. It was then that he gave it to you. Yes, that guttural moan you’d been waiting for paired with his fingers fully tightening in your hair. The warmth of your mouth and the way your tongue moved was almost too much.

You pulled away and released with a pop before you focused on the other side. Your tongue teased and caressed before you took his other testicle in your mouth, sucking lightly. Levi groaned louder this time- surprising you. His head tipped back as he grumbled something incoherent under his breath. 

When you finally moved back to his cock, your lips wrapped around him once more, and he held your hair back. Clearing the way for you as you slowly took him all the way down to the base once again. You worked deep until the tip of his dick made friendly with the back of your throat- your tongue pressing against the underside.

“Fuck. Take it all.” The man before you was becoming more vocal. Always a good sign that you were going to get your way. “Every fucking inch.”

You held strong before pulling back once more and sucking him hard as you pumped. You’d designate your hand to take care of the parts your lips weren’t tending to.

“Just like that. Shit- I’m gonna cum.” His voice strained. “Are you gonna swallow it all?”

You grinned before opening your mouth wide, tongue out ready to take it all.

Levi’s hand moved to his cock. His fingers wrapped tightly around his length as he began to stroke himself. Each motion was firm and unrelenting. His breath grew heavier as one hand still remained in your hair.

He halted, and you watched as his balls tightened. His warm seed coated your tongue, plentiful and thick. You held it there for a moment, savoring the way his body trembled.

“Let me see.” His voice was rough and breathless.

You opened your mouth slightly, showing him the evidence of release before swallowing it all. So fucking nasty of him to make you do that.

He’d lean down and meet your lips with his own. His hand releases from your hair only to cup your face. It was a firm, yet tender kiss. The taste of him lingering between you both. His tongue was teasing and slid against yours for a brief moment.

You smiled so deviously, “Go sit back in that chair. I’m about to exhaust you.”

“You think you’re in charge right now?” He continued to hold your face, now guiding you back up to him.

“Go baby. Take a seat.” Your words were soft, but your tone was so fucking sassy. “You said you wanted me to do all the work, so sit it on down. I’m gonna ride that dick as much as I want. You can’t pretty please the power back. You said you wanted me to take it from here. I got you baby. Sit.”

“You sit.”

“No.”

Famous last words, that no . If there was one thing Levi was good at, it was putting you in your place and reminding you that even when you had the power, it wasn’t real.

In one swift motion, Levi grabbed you roughly, his hands firm but controlled as he lifted you and placed you back onto your sewing table. He didn’t give a shit what you were working on. He was working on you.

“Levi!” You shouted in surprise.

His eyes burned with intensity, and although he was being quite intense, you had no idea about the restraint he was exercising as he handled you. The strength in his grip left no room for doubt- he was entirely in control and he wanted you to feel it.

The hard edge of your table pressed against your thighs, but before you could even react, his hands moved to your legs. He hooked his fingers around the waistline of your brown stockings and yanked them down with a roughness that gave you instant goosebumps.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, his voice low and gravelly.

He kept your legs pressed together, his strength leaving no room for you to move as he pushed your knees up toward your chest. The position forced your back down against the table. His fingers found the edge of your panties, and with a swift motion he moved the fabric aside, exposing you completely.

His pupils dilated at the sight. He loved seeing the physical effect he had on you. “Look at you, so wet already.”

A wave of heat rushed through your body. You couldn’t take it. The way he looked at your most intimate parts. The way he talked about it. Goodness, it was all so overwhelming.

Before you could even form a response, Levi leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick a slow and deliberate stripe against your pussy. The sudden sensation made you gasp and your hands gripped the edge of the table for support.

Levi’s arms anchored you firmly in place, his grip was unyielding as he buried his face between your thighs. The heat of his tongue felt nice as the rough texture of his palms pressed against your skin. 

Your thighs quivered involuntarily, and your fingers tightened their grip on the edge of the table, overwhelming sensations making it impossible to stay still, though he’d see to it that you couldn’t squirm around too much.

His tongue teased and tasted you, savoring every drop of the arousal he caused. He sucked gently on your sweet labia before plunging deeper, his movements were ravenous but calculated.

“So sweet.” He mumbled, his breath warm and tone dripping with satisfaction, “This pussy tastes so fucking good.”

His tongue flicked against your clit, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. Your back arched instinctively, a loud moan escaping your lips. Levi didn’t let up. He took your clit fully into his mouth, sucking it with just enough pressure to make your thighs tremble. 

His hand moved to your heat now, and before you could even prepare yourself, he slid his middle and ring fingers inside of you. The stretch of them combined with the relentless attention of his tongue was making you cry out in longing.

He moved his fingers fast, curling them just right to hit that sensitive spot inside you. 

“Fuck! Levi! Please!” You screamed out, breathless.

“Where’d that little attitude go?” He mocked you, his voice muffled by your slick heat. The deep rasp of his words vibrating against you. “Talk to me. Where’s all that vigor?”

His words made your walls tighten in an instant. You hated when he called you out, because your body would always tell him how you felt about it.

“Shut up!” You attempted to sound upset but really it just came out as a shaky moan.

“Oh you liked that?” He continued to tease you. 

“Stop talking!’ You moaned once more, your voice cracking just slightly as your walls clenched even tighter around his fingers.

Levi smirked at your push back, though it wouldn’t help him to ease up on his relentless pace. His fingers thrusted in and out of you while his tongue circled around your clit. Each thrust of his fingers stretched you so good. The ridges of his calloused skin only added to the sensation.

The wet heat of his tongue flicking against your clit sent sharp waves of pleasure up your spine. The rhythmic sounds of his movements combined with your breathless moans filled the air with an intoxicated melody of desire.

Wet, lewd sounds of his movement could be heard. He didn’t stop until he felt you shatter beneath him. Your orgasm washing over you in powerful waves. Your body convulsed, and your breath hitching as he licked and sucked you through your climax- cleaning you with long strokes of the tongue.

When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened with your arousal, and his smirk was equal parts smug and satisfied. Without saying a word, he’d now move to sit in that damn chair. It was his way of once again reminding you of who was in charge. If he was going to sit in the chair, it was because he wanted to. Not because you said.

His legs spread, and he’d begin pumping his cock slowly in his hand as his eyes met yours. There was something so sinister in those eyes.

“Come here.” He commanded. “You wanted to exhaust me? Let me see.”

Your heart raced as you slid off the table once more. Your face was flushed. You could not believe the balls on this man. 

You pulled your stockings down the rest of the way along with your panties. You’d leave them on your table. You didn’t need them. Your dress was still bunched around your waist, the high split revealing your legs and the curve of your hips. The fabric framed your exposed breasts, nipples taut and not from the coolness of the air.

Levi’s gaze raked over you before speaking once more. “Now. Get over here.”

You took a step forward, your confidence returning as you swayed your hips. His eyes never left you, the intensity of his stare was powerful. 

You walked over to Levi, your confidence radiating as you reached down and wrapped your hand around his cock. The heat of him pulsed under your fingers, and he exhaled sharply through his nose. His dark eyes locked onto yours as his hands moved to grip your dress, holding it up and out of the way.

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, and the moment the head of his cock pressed into you, Levi let out a low, guttural “Fuck.” His muscles tightening as you took him in, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside of you. 

His chest rose sharply, a shudder running through his body as his hands reflexively tightened on your hips. The tension in his shoulders and the flicker of his eyelids betrayed the effort it took to hold back, his control teetering on the edge. The stretch was intense, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp, your body adjusting to his size.

Levi’s hands gripped your waist tightly, his fingers pressing into your skin. “You’re so fucking tight.” He spoke, his voice rough with desire. “Feels so good when you squeeze me like that.”

Your arms draped around his neck, and you began to move your hips against him. At first, you started slow, rolling your hips in deliberate circles, savoring every inch of him. His cock twitched inside you, and you smirked, knowing the effect you were having on him. 

As you picked up the pace, Levi’s grip on your waist tightened even more, his nails almost digging into your skin.

Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his. The kiss was messy and desperate, the heat of his mouth igniting a fire in your core. Your tongues met in a heated tangle, sliding and curling against each other, the taste of him intoxicating. His lips were firm yet pliant, and every movement sent a spark of electricity down your spine, leaving you breathless and craving more. 

You moaned into his mouth as his cock hit that perfect spot inside you, and when you pulled back, a chain of saliva connected your lips. Levi’s eyes darkened as he looked at you, his gaze dropping to where you were joined.

“Fuck yourself on me just like that.” He commanded, his voice low and demanding. “ Don’t stop.”

His words sent a jolt through you, and your walls clenched around him in response. Levi noticed once again, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Your pussy’s gripping me so fucking tight.”

You began to move faster, the sounds of your bodies moving together filling the room. Your arousal coated him, and he groaned as he looked down, watching as you creamed on his cock. 

“Look at that. You’re so wet for me. Fucking perfect.”

Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his neck, kissing and biting softly. Your tongue ran along the column of his throat, and you whispered in his ear, “Your cock feels so good, Levi. I love how deep you are inside me.”

His hands tightened on your hips, his breath hitching slightly at your words. You kissed his neck again, sucking lightly to leave a mark. “I want all of your cum inside me.” You whispered, your voice low and sultry. “Fill me up. I want to feel it.”

Levi’s cock twitched inside you, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You want me that much, don’t you?” You teased, running your hands through the hair until you reached the nape of his neck.

His eyes met yours, and the intensity in his gaze made your breath catch. “You’re fucking insufferable.” His tone exasperated but laced with affection. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tightly against him as he thrust up into you. “But yeah, I want you that much.”

You grinned, gripping the back of his neck. “Then cum inside me, Levi. Give me everything.”

He swore under his breath, his movements becoming erratic as he neared his climax. “I’m gonna cum.” His voice strained.

“I know, baby.” Your hips continue to move against him. “I can feel it. Do it. Fill me up.”

With a deep groan, Levi buried himself inside you, his arms locking around your waist as he held you steady, his breath hitching audibly. The heat of his release spread through you, the sensation almost overwhelming as your body shuddered in response. A low rumble of satisfaction vibrated in his chest. 

The intensity of the moment left your heart pounding, the connection between you palpable in every heavy breath you shared. You could feel his hot cum spilling into you, and the sensation sent a shiver through your body. You rested your forehead against his, your breath coming in short gasps as you both came down from the high.

A teasing grin spread across your face. “You’re not tired yet, are you?”

Levi’s brow furrowed, his expression a mix of disbelief and irritation. “What?”

“Come on.” You leaned in to kiss him softly. “I know you’ve got a few more rounds in you. Don’t tell me you’re already spent.”

He frowned. “If I wanted to fuck your pussy until you couldn’t walk, I would. You know that, right?”

You tilted your head, a playful glint in your eyes. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed, his tone dropping an octave. “Don’t test me.”

You started moving your hips again, your grin widening. “It’s okay, Levi. You can just relax. I’ll do everything. Sex with me can be kind of exhausting, I know.”

His grip on you tightened even more, and he let out a low growl. “Keep pushing me, and I’ll show you exactly what happens when you think you’re in charge.”

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Sure Levi.”

You smirked, rocking your hips teasingly as you leaned into Levi’s ear. “It’s okay that you want me to do everything.” You cooed, laughter lacing your words. “I was planning to exhaust you anyway. I just didn’t think you’d be so tired after round one.”

Levi’s eyes darkened instantly, the playful smirk dropping from his face. His grip tightened suddenly on your waist, and before you could react, he pulled you off his cock entirely, leaving you aching and empty. A whimper of disappointment left your lips, but it was quickly swallowed by a gasp as he lifted you effortlessly, forcing you down onto the chair before flipping your body forward.

Your hands gripped the seat, your breath coming in short pants as he pressed your back down lower. His palm sprawled across the small of your back, keeping you in place, face down, ass up. The position left you completely vulnerable to him, and you could feel the heat of his body hovering just behind you.

“Thought you were in charge, huh?” Levi’s voice was a deep, taunting drawl, his breath warm against your spine. “You really don’t know when to shut that mouth.”

He was so easy to rile up when he was horny. It almost made you laugh, but you knew you couldn’t. If you gave away the fact that you wanted this in any way, he’d make you go back to being in charge- which was fine with you, but you liked it when he fucked you with a little temper.

His hands slid up the backs of your thighs before hiking your dress up over your hips. You could feel the sharp inhale he took as he took in the sight of you, slick and ready, his fingers tracing the sticky evidence of your mixed arousal- spreading you apart to see just how much you needed him.

Your thighs trembled as he leaned in, his lips grazing the curve of your ass before he bit down. His hands tightened on your hips before he pulled back and, without warning, plunged his cock back inside you.

You cried out, gripping the chair as he pressed the head of his dick against you, teasing just for a moment before snapping his hips forward, burying himself inside you all at once. The sudden stretch stole your breath, your fingers digging into the chair as a sharp gasp left your lips, pleasure and intensity crashing over you in an instant. Just deep, hard thrusts that had you gasping with every stroke. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you still as he fucked into you with an unforgiving pace.

“Talk all that shit…” He gritted out between thrusts, “...and now look at you.” His palm came down against your ass in a sharp slap, and you moaned loudly, your walls clenching around him in response.

You couldn’t form words as your body rocked forward with each deep stroke. The force of his thrusts sent jolts of pleasure through you, and your legs began to tremble. One of his hands snaked around you, his fingers circling your clit in rapid motions. The added sensation pushed you over the edge instantly, your body clamping down around him as your orgasm hit you like a wave.

“Fuck—Levi!” Your moans filled the room, your juices spilling down your thighs as your body shook.

But Levi didn’t stop. He fucked you through your orgasm, his fingers never letting up on your sensitive clit. The overstimulation sent your mind spinning, and tears pricked at your eyes as the pleasure bordered on overwhelming.

You turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of him through hazy vision. His face was just as flushed as yours, his brows furrowed in concentration, his lips parted slightly as he breathed heavily. Even through the intensity, even with him in complete control, you could still make him unravel.

Your back arched, pressing yourself further into him, reveling in the way his grip tightened. Your own body moved to meet his thrusts, and he groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through your entire being.

“Fuck.” He exhaled, his pace faltering slightly. “Gonna cum—”

You bit your lip, your legs weak as you ground yourself against him. “Do it.” You whispered. “Fill me up again, Levi.”

His movements became erratic, his grip almost bruising as he buried himself deep inside you, a low, moan tearing from his throat as he came. You could feel his release coating your insides once more, hot and thick, so much that some of it was already spilling out of you.

For a moment, you both stayed like that, breathless and shaking. Then, Levi’s grip shifted. One hand slid up your spine before wrapping around your throat, pulling you upright so your back was flush against his chest.

“You gonna keep up that attitude?” He spoke against your ear, his lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck.

Your breathing was uneven, your body still trembling, but you managed a small smirk. “I don’t have an attitude.”

Levi chuckled darkly, his teeth grazing your shoulder before sucking hard, leaving a mark. His other hand trailed down, fingers circling your spent clit again, making your breath hitch.

His cock was still buried inside you, still hard, still warm, stretching you perfectly. The heat of him pulsed inside, each subtle movement sending aftershocks of pleasure through your already trembling body. A shudder rolled down your spine as the fullness settled deep, leaving you gasping at the overwhelming sensation of being completely claimed by him. You whimpered at the sensation, the fullness of him making you dizzy.

You reached back, running your fingers through his damp hair, tilting your head slightly to give him better access to your neck. “Are you going to teach me to fly?” You ask, teasingly.

Levi’s lips moved along your throat, his kisses slow and heated, trailing up until his mouth hovered just beside your ear.

“No.” His voice was low, final, sending a shiver down your spine.

And then he rolled his hips into you again. 

You sighed, frustration bubbling beneath the surface as you pulled away from Levi, his cock slipping from you. Turning around, you cupped his face and pressed a tender kiss to his lips, your breath warm against his skin as you whispered, "Clearly, rewards don’t work on you, so I’ll just have to find other ways to convince you."

His eyes narrowed slightly, understanding your implication immediately. "You think you can hold out longer than me?" He scoffed, adjusting his pants as he tucked himself away. "You can’t."

"Okay.” You replied simply, smoothing down your dress as if nothing had happened, covering your breasts and shifting the fabric back into place. 

Your hands brushed over your skin lightly, making sure every detail was just right before taking a seat behind your sewing table. When you looked up at him from your seated position, there was a new distance in your eyes. "If you’re not here for business, then you can go. I need to take a bath."

You knew the comment would get under his skin. His fist clenched slightly, but he didn’t take the bait right away. Instead, he exhaled sharply and folded his arms. "You have no idea why you even want to use the ODM gear. You don’t know what it comes with. If you weren’t in the position you’re in, I would teach you. As it stands now, there are too many eyes, and you’ll get yourself killed."

Your hands clasped under your chin as you looked away. "I understand.” Your voice remained velvety as you spoke, “I just don’t care.” 

Levi’s gaze stayed fixed on you, studying you carefully. "And that’s exactly why I’m not teaching you.” His voice was laced with exasperation. "You’re too reckless."

The words stung, but you didn’t argue. He wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t mean you were giving up. Instead, you met his eyes again and pushed your chair back. 

"I’m going to go fill the bath." You spoke evenly, standing up. "If you’re still here by the time it’s ready, you can join me."

Levi scoffed, shaking his head. "I knew you couldn’t hold out."

You smirked as you turned toward the stairs. "I’m not having sex with you in the bath." You corrected, glancing at him over your shoulder. "I’m just inviting you to join me—as a comrade."

His eyes flickered with something irritable before he tilted his head slightly. "How many other comrades have joined you in that bath?"

Your smirk widened as you walked away. "Your possessiveness is showing, Levi."

He rolled his eyes, but despite your comment, he followed you upstairs.

Back outside, the gang lounged on the worn stone steps, the dim light of the underground casting long shadows. Wil, Alfie, Klara, and Heinrich. They weren’t the whole gang, but definitely the ones who hung out together the most.

Wil smirked, tossing a small loaf of bread between her hands. "I'll give you the whole damn loaf if you walk in there right now." She teased, nodding toward the shop.

Klara's face twisted in horror. "Absolutely not! No way!" She shook her head violently. "I've already walked in on them once. It was... intense."

Alfie's eyebrows shot up in interest. "Wait, you knew about them this whole time?" His grin widened. "What happened?"

Klara crossed her arms with a grimace. "They're nasty. And I don’t just mean what they do. It’s what they say."

Wil leaned forward eagerly. "Like what?"

Klara made a face, clearing her throat before mimicking in a gruff voice, "‘You like it rough, huh? Say it.’" Then she switched to a breathier tone, "‘Yes, Levi, I love your big-’" She clamped a hand over her mouth, her face flushing deeply. "I’m not doing this."

Alfie let out a sharp laugh, clutching his stomach. "And she had the nerve to act like nothing was going on between them earlier! I knew it!"

Heinrich, who had been leaning against the railing with his arms crossed, let out a heavy sigh. "Why do you guys care about any of this?"

Alfie nudged him with an elbow. "What else are we supposed to talk about?"

Before Heinrich could answer, the sound of boots approaching drew their attention. Eduard strode up, his long dark brown hair tied loosely at the nape of his neck, eyes scanning the group. "Where’s the boss?"

The gang exchanged glances before Wil answered, "She’s inside."

Eduard frowned at their expressions. "You’re all acting weird."

No one said anything as he walked past them toward the door. The group remained silent, waiting, anticipation thick in the air.

A few long moments passed, the silence stretching as the group exchanged knowing glances. Then, finally, the door creaked open again, and Eduard stepped out, his expression unreadable. 

The gang feigned casual disinterest, but the tension cracked as he leveled them with a deadpan look. "Did you guys know she’s fucking Levi? I just saw her in the bath with him."

Laughter erupted instantly. Wil leaned back against the steps, wiping a tear from her eye. "Oh, man."

Eduard scowled. "You guys are pieces of shit. Why would you let me walk in on that?!"

Klara, still red-faced, shook her head. "Let me guess. They didn’t even see you?"

Eduard sighed, running a hand down his face. "No. They didn’t. They were too busy saying—" He hesitated before shaking his head. "Never mind."

Alfie slapped him firmly on the back, grinning. "What do you think we were doing out here?"

As they waited, they began talking, the conversation bouncing between meaningless gossip and their usual banter… That was until Furlan appeared.

"Hey, guys.” He greeted casually. "Your boss around?"

The group tensed. "Uhh," Wil started, stretching the sound as she searched for a believable answer.

Furlan frowned slightly. "Okay, I’m gonna go in and talk to her."

"Don’t!" They all shouted at once.

Furlan blinked. "What? Why?"

Wil, thinking fast, threw out the first thing that came to mind. "She’s taking inventory."

Furlan raised a brow. "She’s taking inventory? That’s literally Alfie’s job."

Alfie, ever the smooth talker, slung an arm around him and steered him away. "You know her. She’s a perfectionist. Said if she sees a single soul enter the shop before she’s ready… well, she’s not gonna be happy. So I’m keeping watch of the door. Anything that can get said to the boss can get said to her right hand first."

Furlan eyed him suspiciously. "Are you being serious?"

Alfie nodded. "I’m being dead serious. Listen, you can go in if you want to-"

“Okay, great.” Furlan advanced toward the door.

“Ah ah ah.” Alfie brought him back in tighter, “I wasn’t finished. You can go in, but you’ll just have to fight me first.”

“What?”

Alfie shrugged, “If I let you in then she’ll kick my ass. So before that happens I’m gonna have to lay you out. I’m not trying to catch heat from the boss.”

Furlan rose an eyebrow, “She’s really taking inventory?”

Wil nodded, “She is really taking inventory, yes.”

Klara made some room on the steps, “You can sit…” Her words faded out as she looked over at Wil shaking her head. “...at home and then we’ll come and get you when she’s done.”

The man sighed exasperated, “Fine. I’ll be back.” He headed down the stairs once more.

Crisis averted. There was no real reason they didn’t let Furlan up. Maybe they were worried about your privacy. Maybe they knew he had a crush on you and didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Whatever the reason was, it all worked out thankfully.

For now it was a waiting game. Heist details couldn’t wait much longer. Oh they were so gonna tease the shit outta you during this next meeting. 

______________________________________________________________ Although feedback is never a right it is always appreciated <3

This was the start of a fic that never took off. I was trying to work around a specific plot, and this just didn't cut it for me. I was trying something new. As a slow burn type of gal, if I start off the first chapter with smut it's very hard for me to push forward because I like to develop bonds through my writing instead of just having an established relationship.

I intentionally left this story open just in case I might throw another chapter in there, but please know this is intended to stand alone.

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Levi x Reader: Memoirs from a Gilded Cage

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What a Whore (Gojo x reader x Getou)

Senior College student Y/n is living with her male best friends, and she can't seem to get enough of their presence. She doesn't know what the hell is going on with her body but her consequences from her actions get her fucked by both of her friends.

Masturbation, threesome, clit rubbing, oral sex, sex, orgasms, drinking, bondage-ish, degrading, fingering.

19:00pm

I was in the kitchen making some cocktails that I had been obsessed with this past week for me and Gojo. I made one in the morning, two in the afternoon and another one right now. I swear my liver would burst any minute if I didn't stop. Because the amount of liquor I added in them was so bad, but it was the end of exams week so it was some sort of reward for me.

We was about to watch a horror movie on the glitchy TV and there was no way we could watch that sober, well I was already drunk so I was just drinking on top of my drunkness. It was mid July and the heat in this dorm was about to make me pass the fuck out, my period had just ended not too long ago so that had to be some sort of factor in this.

Gojo came into the kitchen wearing nothing but grey sweat shorts and the Calvin Klein waistband peaking over the shorts, a layer of sweat glistening over his skin. I was still wearing shorts and a bikini top from when I hung out with Shoko this afternoon before she went into placement, it's 7pm Friday and 95 degrees there was no way I was gonna walk around in a shirt.

I couldn't help but stare at his body, especially below the waistband. It wasn't like me to look at him like this but damn...He looked so fine and built and toned and so...big. I squeezed my legs together because I wasn't about to go down that horny path.

"You almost done with the cocktails?"

"Yeah I'm done now actually, take that one." I pointed to the drink that had less liquor in it because I knew Gojo didn't like to drink so I promised I wouldn't add too much.

He took the one opposite to the one I told him to take and sniffed mine and his face scrunched into a ball. "What the fuck Y/n, why's your one so strong? You're gonna be sick tomorrow."

"It's not that bad, stop being dramatic."

"How about I take this one and you take mine, I don't want you throwing up everywhere." Before I could protest Gojo was already out of the room with both of the drinks in his hands. He didn't even like drinking but he still took it. "Weirdo."

I went into the living room where Gojo was and sat beside him. His drink was already half empty beside the loads of sweet snacks we bought to binge on in the plastic bag on the floor. I didn't even need to say anything because I knew it was good.

"You ready to start the movie?" Gojo had the remote in his hand, thumb on the play button waiting for my approval.

The front door opened all of a sudden showing Getou also topless and in black sweat shorts, it had to be some sort of sweat short season for guys or something. But fuck I almost drooled at the state of Getou. His hair was down and slightly messy, the sweat making some strands stick to his forehead.

Even if he was wearing black sweat shorts I could still see the imprint of his dick through the fabric. I clenched my legs again, what was going on with me today? He had just come back from his run we tried to convince him to stay home because of the heat but no he had to keep his schedule as he said.

"How was your run?" I asked finally being able to get a word out of my mouth after getting sidetracked by his physique.

"I don't even wanna talk about it, it's too fucking hot out there." He took his trainers off and ran a hand through his long, black hair.

"Didn't me and Y/n say that you should stay home? Who's fault is this?" Gojo crossed his arms getting all sassy.

"Yeah I should've listened, but look at my body before you question why I do this everyday." Oh I'm fucking looking at your body, that's for sure.

"I see a potbelly forming." Gojo scoffed and turned his attention to his phone, acting like there wasn't an eight pack right in front of his lying ass.

"Fuck off dude, it's okay if you're jealous." That sentence struck a chord in Gojo's feelings his attention was fully back on Getou. He stood up and went towards his best friend standing beside him.

I already knew what they was gonna make me do.

"Y/n who's got better abs, me or Jogo." Getou asked pissing off Gojo even more at the intentional mispronunciation.

"You want me to beat you up so bad."

"Y/n answer the question and whoever loses has to send you $100." I grinned at the last few words.

I began to judge staring hard at both of the shirtless big dick men in front of me. They thought I was judging but really I was just staring at them, my mind went to various scenes in my head I crossed one leg over the other. These guys were so distracted to the point they had no idea I was clearly getting off of them, but then I came to my senses and shrugged. "I don't know, I really don't. Now how about you both send me $100 to make it fair."

Getou smiled because he just knew I was gonna pull that but Gojo was about to lose his shit, his face said it all. "Oh whatever." He scoffed and came back to sit down and Getou went upstairs to have a shower.

"Y/n just tell me the truth was it me who really had the better body?" I knew that Gojo wouldn't let this go until I said it was him so I just said, "Yeah, I just wanted the money from both of you guys." But it was actually Getou who had the better physique, but none of them was ever gonna know.

"I fucking knew it, you was looking at me more. I'll send you double the amount." Gojo pulled out his phone instantly opening the banking app. It brought joy to my life when I heard the word money.

"Let's wait for Getou to come back and we'll start the movie."

OOO

22:58pm

It was about halfway through the second movie, the first one wasn't that scary. But the reason was because I couldn't even concentrate being sandwiched between two men. Their arms were behind my head resting on the back of the couch. Their two scents mixed and my head spun, I had been shuffling around a lot it was a surprise they didn't notice.

I just felt so horny I had no idea why I felt like this, it had to be the drinks I had downed today.

But my clit was pulsing and my nipples hardened, I could no longer feel the breeze of the fan hit against my skin. It felt like a sauna in here. I had a few groans here and there trying to get rid of this feeling.

I just needed to fuck. I really needed to, I wanted both of their dicks. Oh the way my body begged for something big was unbelievable.

What the fuck am I thinking?

But there was only one way to solve this.

I moved one hand over Getou's lap and the other to Gojo's lap. They both tensed at the same time, but I slowly moved my hands to the middle of their lap.

Getou adjusted the way he was sitting pushing himself up and manspreading even more, he didn't look my way but he knew what was about to go down. Gojo cleared his throat taking a peek at me but quickly put his focus back on the TV.

I pressed my fingertips through their shorts, rubbing them through the fabric. I leaned my head on Getou's shoulder putting more pressure on his dick, I could hear his breathing get more intense. It was dark so none of them knew that it was the both of them getting off to my hands.

"Fuck Y/n what are you doing?" Getou whispered only loud enough for me to hear all breathy trying to hold back from groaning. I slid my hands down their boxers finally getting a hold of their hard cocks.

My thumb went straight to their tips rubbing over it at the same fast pace. Gojo groaned enough to catch his friends attention causing him to chuckle in my ear once again. "Both of us huh? What a whore!"

He gasped as I pulled him out of the shorts starting to jerk his whole length off, his struggled moans became more vocal exposing my intentions. I pulled Gojo out wondering if I could get them to cum at the same time.

"Has she got you too Getou?"

"Yeah." Getou was grinning with his eyes staring into the ceiling.

"What a whore." Gojo tutted. "I said the same thing." They both snickered at their 'great minds think alike' moment.

Gojo snuck his hands into my panties finding my clit and not hesitating to rub it in rhythm of my strokes.

"You're all wet Y/n." I whimpered grinding my hips into his finger pads.

The screen of the TV froze and it was bright and exposing. I could see everything, from me jerking Getou and Gojo off to me getting fingered.

"Fuck Y/n wait, I don't wanna cum yet." Gojo's other hand grabbed my wrist but it didn't stop me from rubbing his tip again with my thumb. "No I want you to cum."

"Ah- Shit!" Gojo's hips bucked up as his orgasm won him over and his juice spilt out onto my hand. He became a breathing chaos, twitching violently. His grip loosened and I kept going, I wasn't gonna stop just yet it was too early for that.

Gojo took his hand away from me and pulled the waist of my shorts and Getou got the other side doing the same. My shorts were pulled until it reached my knees and I managed to kick them off. I spread my legs hanging them over their knees wanting more access from the both of them.

Gojo put his hand back on me starting to build up my orgasm once again. It felt so fucking good my hips were following his circles, almost like I had a water-based waistline. "Fuck I love it when her hips move like that." Gojo turned his head to Getou. "She wants to cum so bad- mmh~"

"I wanna cum so bad...please." I rolled my eyes pleading to Gojo. "Tell us how much you want to cum and you gotta be loud about it."

"Fuck off."

"Or I'll stop touching you now." It was silent and all that was heard was the three of us panting, the slick movement of my hands on both dicks and the wet noises of my clit.

"I wanna cum so much, please make me cum. I'm so close, please!" Gojo went faster upon hearing my words, my breathing became ecstatic and it was only a few more moments until my climax. Then Gojo stopped.

"That wasn't good enough." I stared at him on the verge of tears, I had just been waiting for this and it was ruined. "You're an idiot."

"I know." The fucker had the guts to wink.

"Keep going-" Getou threw his head back biting his lip. He thrusted his hips up everytime I reached the top desperate to finish. But I slowed down feeling like he didn't deserve it because of what they did to me. His hand wrapped around mine guiding me to go faster.

A whimper left his throat, his cum landed on my thigh in result of his orgasm.

The boys looked at each other and nodded like they had a plan in their head. I watched them stand up and face me, but then I got caught off guard when Gojo grabbed me by my hair fisting it forcing me to look at him from below. "Open your mouth...yeah good." He levelled his dick to my mouth and pushed himself in all the way until he was balls deep. My hands flew to his sides, nails digging into his skin as I gagged violently over and over.

He walked backwards dragging me off the couch and onto my knees crawling with him until his legs hit the coffee table and he sat down on top of the snack packets. Gojo yanked my head back up giving me the privilege to breathe. I was bent over on all fours, my bare ass in the air.

He forced my head back down, his tip hitting the back of my throat and there was still some dick left outside my lips. I teared up furiously breathing through my nose trying not to gag again. He began to start the rhythm bringing me to the top, then the base. "Suck harder!" Gojo demanded pushing me down the hardest he's ever had. He let go of my hair when I sprung my head back up from the gag I felt was gonna cause me to throw up.

"I'm gonna throw up." I coughed about to stand up but another hand grabbed my hair and twisted my neck 90° filling my mouth with another cock. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked up at Getou who had a smirk on his lips. "Sorry baby, I had to." I blinked away tears at the amount of gagging I just went through in less than 3 minutes.

He bobbed my head up and down in full control of me. My throat getting used and abused. Gojo now behind me pulled the strings of my bikini top off leaving me completely naked.

Getou's hands reached under my arms and dragged me off of Getou forcing me to stand up and bend over when his palm pushed my back down. He held his penis at my pussy, who'd been aching for attention for the longest time, thrusting himself in one quick movement. "Sorry Getou, stole your girl."

"Gojo!" My knees buckled but he caught me by the waist starting to fuck me before I could even catch my first few seconds of stability.

"It's alright, I'll just occupy her mouth...open wide pretty." Expecting to get my hair pulled again he just held himself in front of my eyes. I opened my mouth and not a second was wasted ploughing my throat. My knees gave out but I was kept in the same position, feet practically off the ground.

Fingers invaded my hair getting moved into a ponytail. I choked on my moans and sobbed from the pleasure overload. One hand of mine flew to my clit and the other to hold Getou's forearm. I rubbed myself in fast circles, twitching here and there clenching around the big girth hitting most of my spots. It was a disappointment he wasn't big enough to hit all of them, neither was Getou from the last times. But they both felt so good just not so good. Maybe there's someone out there that could fuck me so good I would never go back.

My moans were all over the place and I forced myself to breathe through my nose but sometimes that would come to a stop when Getou would keep his dick all the way in for more than five seconds. "Fuck Y/n, you're so-" Gojo thrusts became more wet, it was clear he was gonna cum in me. I was so out of it, they used me like a toy...and I enjoyed it. The clapping of my skin contact made with Gojo sounded like gunshots.

Gojo's grip on my waist tightened and my legs shook. "We can get the plan B tomorrow." He moaned slowing down as his cum filled up my insides and just as he finished Getou started. "Did he make you cum?" Getou asked pulling himself out giving my right to breathe back after swallowing.

"No." Getou's eyebrows furrowed at my answer.

"Gojo move."

"Why?"

"You can't seem to do your job right, pull out." Gojo pulled out and I straightened my back feeling so stiff. "Come sit here girl." Getou was sat in the middle of the couch, legs spread and dick pointing to the ceiling. I got on him straddling his sides and my hole just above his penis I put my hands on his shoulders and locked eyes with him. "Ride me until you cum."

I sat down on his dick sinking in on it, my face scrunched at the length when his tip pushed against my cervix. I buried my face in his neck grinding my hips on him. "Don't worry if I cum before you just keep going."

"You know I haven't done this before right?" My legs were already shaking just by sitting on it. Getou placed his hands on my hips and moved it in a motion. "Keep rocking your hips back and forth...yeah like that." I groaned out of pain, I just knew that I would be able to do the splits if we went on for an hour.

"Take your time." Getou's voice was low and soft, it was a comforting tone and it turned me on even more. His hands were shaking and he bit his lips not wanting to be as vocal as he could be about his pleasure.

I lifted my ass up and slammed myself back down, earning me a huge gasp from Getou. If it wasn't for me losing my breath I would've screamed. I bit his neck going back to grinding at a higher speed, I just wanted to get off from this.

Every time I tried to exhale it would go into a moan, this was the most I had ever felt from a dick.

His thumbs circled my hard nipples and squeezed them, my nipples were just as sensitive as my clit at the moment.

It began to feel like too much pleasure for me. "No stop fuck- Getou." And that's when he started rubbing my clit. "Shit!" I was overstimulated with pleasure and was about to go through an orgasm. "Getou I'm gonna-" "I know baby." I cringed at the pet name but my body reacted to it when my orgasm drove through me leaving me shaking. Getou came inside me emptying the results of his climax.

Our breaths fell in sync calling down from our high and I was still edgy. I loosened my grip on his shoulders and let my head rest on his neck once again. A pair of hands snuck under my arms, pulling me out in the process of lifting me and forced me to stand up. "Toru wait- my legs!"

My legs gave out and I was on the floor within seconds. Gojo joined me on the ground with a grin on his face getting all up close to my lips. "My turn right?" I bit the inside of my cheek wanting to hide my shame he could see the words 'yes' in my eyes waiting for my approval.

I laid on my back and spread my legs with strong eye contact with the black haired male watching me whore myself off. He grabbed under my knees and pushed them back until they touched the floor. I was so exposed, the air brushing over my vagina and my ass.

The sound of a camera shutter coming from Getou's phone stole my attention. "Just sending it to Shoko, showing her what she's missing out on whilst she's on placement."

"Nah man take a video and set your phone up somewhere." Gojo winked with a cheesy smile.

Getou stood up and set the phone on the leg of the table. I attempted to move my body getting sore already. "Don't be moving around too much- hey Getou come hold her for me."

Getou got on his knees over my head and his dick was hanging above my face inches away from his tip. "Straighten your legs." He reached over getting his hands behind my knees and pushed them down to the floor.

The only thing I could do was look up at Getou's dick because lifting my head up to see what Gojo was doing would end up with balls and dick on my forehead.

I stuck my tongue out licking his tip, tasting myself and him causing his whole thing to move. That's when a wet tongue had struck my clit. I bucked my hips up only to be held in more restriction. His tongue swiped side to side at an insane speed, my arms were trapped under my legs.

"Gojo!"

"Mhmmmmm?" He answered in a hum.

I whimpered feeling helpless. I couldn't grab anything to take out my pressure on, balling my fists hard wasn't enough. I just had to lay there and take it. I was a moaning hot mess, twitching every second, I needed movement to express myself.

My mouth agape letting whatever noise that needed to come out cry. Tears emerging again at the frustration.

I fucking loved it.

A warm substance shot and dribbled on my face just as Gojo inserted his fingers in. I bent my neck up and slapped myself with a dick.

"Shit sorry Y/n, I just came on your face." Getou chuckled.

"Fuck!"

I inhaled sharply crying out at the sudden intense speed of Gojo's long fingers rubbing up on my walls. "I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum!"

Waves of satisfaction hit me repeatedly, I panted heavily just waiting for my climax to catch on. And when it finally did, the strength of my legs almost broke free from its hold. I sobbed hard and loud, I didn't care if the other people in the corridor could hear me.

Gojo just kept on going at the same speed, he wasn't done eating yet. He was moaning and slurping like he was starving, but when he was done he lifted his face up. His chin was dripping and his lips were plumped up.

"Sorry I couldn't resist myself, you just tasted too fucking good."

Words couldn't even form out of me, nor in my mind. I just curled myself up in a ball once Getou let go.

I shut my eyes and smiled because I just got fucked.

"We aren't done yet Y/n. I haven't had a taste of you." Getou winked standing over me.

[centrally-unplanned]

Oh since I mentioned it before and am catching up now, I thought I would explain why I think Severance is just a "fine" show - well produced, great sets, but thematically confused. It is trying to do two things that sit in tension with each other: be "capitalist drudgery" and also "sci fi corporate dystopia".

(Spoilers ahead) In the lore of the show you see people who get "severed" (Aka split brains that swap periodically with no continuity of memory between them) outside of the core group who work at the Big Lumen HQ - like a rich woman who swaps into her alt to give birth so she can skip the painful parts. This is the economically logical use of the technology, ethics aside it makes sense as a consumer good. Working at Lumen is often portrayed as a productive extension of that - we can get focused workers who can do sensitive tasks with minimal distractions and maximum corporate control, and the actual person can "skip" the drudgery of the work. If I told you just that, you would expect these workers to be sort of desk-chained, doing intensive work, probably clandestine in nature.

But we only half-see that - the other half is as Office Space pastiche of irrelevant busywork, vapid corporate team building, and a truly gargantuan amount of time spent totally fucking off in the hallways generally unsupervised. Those both are "anti-corporate" but they are very different critiques! Take the pregnant lady - she and her alt are not, in any way, closeted off from the world with no knowledge of who she is. Arranging that would be a colossal waste of time! The lady lives her normal life and then just swaps into her alt for unpleasant stuff, of course her alt knows the deal. In the same way, if these workers are, in their primary identities, completely free agents as they seem to be, there is absolutely no reason for their workplace to look the way it looks. Why wouldn't you tell Dylan he has a wife and kids at home who his work is putting food on the table for to help motivate him? Why are any of these people motivated by the dumb workplace incentives if - like Helly - they all have memories of the facts of the outside world? Why would these guy's primaries ever consent to have zero ability to ever perceive their other selves, even as they "come home" with bodily injuries? If the world was a Corporate Dystopia that would make sense, they have no choice, but Office Space isn't a corporate dystopia.

And Helly, what are you doing?! You don't live in a corporate dystopia, you run it, you are the CEO-heir of this whole company doing the Severance thing as a publicity stunt. So if it is a stunt, why aren't you stunting it? Tell your alt she is the heir of a massive fortune, we are gonna have fun here, give her a cushy job and pose for some pretty workplace-glam shots. Or, I don't know, just lie and say you got the severance surgery when you didn't! Why would you torture yourself into a suicide attempt for a photo op? Since the actual work they are doing is constantly portrayed as nonsense, the Office Space critique, she clearly wasn't needed down there for the actual job. Which isn't even that bad to do as a job, you could absolutely just pay people well and be honest and not-creepy and they would do it.

Now, I know that the work will likely turn out to not be nonsense in the Office Space way, but instead be part of some elaborate experiment or psyop or w/e. But then the coin flips back, if this is a CIA wetwork shop why are there Waffle Party Sex Dances in a Founders Museum? Why can these people literally just quit at any time?

I have no doubt that a writer could work double-time to fill all these holes in future episodes, but that is a minimal saving grace - thematics isn't about plot holes. Office Space is not a story of corporate power run amok, the bosses are just as powerless as the employees, and that is the point. Meanwhile if you want to tell a Black Mirror story, you tell that instead. As a viewer I am meant to feel like the "innies" are trapped and powerless, but I really don't because they aren't - their outies and the wider world are just being stupid. So I don't feel that emotion in the story when watching the episodes. You can't write around it now.

Admittedly some of this problem is downstream of a general problem in western "prestige" TV where they feel like they really need to JJ Abrams this whole thing with the mystery box plot. The show would be much improved if you knew the general stakes of this project right out the gate, and were watching the hapless workers trying to figure it out what you already knew. Then you could make those stakes align with your themes/tone and commit. The current drip-feed meanwhile just keeps things confused.

Doing that would also let you cut the episode count in half, but that is a problem with all shows - I can't really judge this one in specific for that.

[tarotoftheendless]

Hey, Sand Fam, I am seeing a lot of you blaming NG for the end of this series, and whereas I do think Netflix and the Sandman cast and crew are actively distancing themselves now from NG, I don't think NG is the reason Sandman is ending.

Please remember it took forever for Netflix to greenlight us even getting more or the series. They were likely going to axe it in the first place but the showrunners likely negotiated saying they had plans for a script that would end the series and *THAT* is likely what got us just one more season. That is speculation, that is a guess, but if you logically look at how S2 was handled from the start, then the end of the series was always the plan. Didn't they also call it Sandman 2 and say we are just getting more episodes here and there at the beginning of when S2 was first announced? Like it wasn't even called Season 2...

Also, with the leaked bts photos, of Lyta, the Fates and Gilbert... isn't that all stuff that is end of the comic series stuff that got filmed? And when those photos came out, I don't remember the exact date, but wasn't it just before the NG stuff came out and or literally just after it? Do you think they scrambled to write a quick script, get a location that quickly and get costumes and all that cuz they were all "Oh no, NG is a fucking creep, better end the show now"? No. Filming anything in general takes time and careful planning. It was always the plan guys.

The thing that likely did get affected by NG is how Geeked Week was handled. The bts footage and such was edited in a way to not mention NG at all. I do think that was on purpose.

The other reason I think ending the show was planned is because S2 has to do with Dream's story and his story alone. Writing a whole script like that takes time and planning. And why I think it was always the plan is because of interviews of Tom Sturridge for S1. He was abhorrent to the idea of The Sandman being only about Dream, and the idea of a movie because, if I remember Tom correctly, "how can you take just one story from The Sandman and make a film about that? The Sandman is a story about stories, not just one guy." Not the exact quote, but you get my point. S2 was always supposed to be the end because they scrapped the whole idea of making it a story about stories and wrote a *WHOLE SEASON OF A SCRIPT* about Dream instead. That was planned.

The end was always the plan. NG is not to blame for this.

The actors and crew now have room to work on bigger and better projects and The Sandman is on their resume, and regardless of NG, that will still look good for them because obviously they are not NG and they did not condone what NG did, so they will not and should not be found culpable for NG's actions at all, therefore will find bigger and better work in the future.

This is not the end of the world, this is the Death card in tarot; something must die for something new and better to be born.

The Fandom lives, the Sand Fam thrives, we are taking back the power of the work from NG and making it beautiful for us and us alone. Don't forget that. This is for us. This is will never be for NG ever again.

My ending thought is this: One of my favorite things about Star Wars: The Last Jedi is Luke's conversation with Yoda. (No, I will not be having debates about how good or bad the film is...) And Yoda talks about the lesson of failure is the greatest lesson to learn and to pass on. Not to ensure the failure of others but to teach them how to handle failure and how to grow past the failure. The last thing Yoda says to Luke that gets me to tear up every time is this; "We are what they grow beyond". And that is where I am taking my love for The Sandman and this whole Fandom. We have grown beyond NG and it is ours now. We have grown beyond him, take comfort in that.

[yangjungwonisms]

Hi all!! Here’s a random JW one shot I wrote a few weeks ago! Hope you enjoy! And if you see any of these posted on Ao3 it is me!! I’ve posting them there under a different account @ najaemincoded

CW: NSFW MDNI 18+

An Indecent Proposal- YJW

You knew how everyone saw Jungwon. He was always so sweet and caring and reliable it drove you crazy. Every single thing about him got under your skin. You know, it sounded like you hated him really you didn’t. In fact you were deeply in love with him. He happened to share that sentiment. You two also happened to be in a relationship. You’d been together nearing 2 years now. Hell you even lived together. What drives you crazy is how good he is at showing everyone just how good of a guy he is. It’s not for show, he is all of those things and more. What you can’t stand is how innocent and cute everyone thinks he is. And in some ways they aren’t wrong but Jungwon hasn’t been innocent in your relationship for a long time now. As a matter of fact, he’s way more perverted than you are. You swear it’s true. He’s very much the sweet and caring boyfriend everyone paints him out to be, but he’s also dangerous.

It was just another day for you two. You hadn’t spent much time together the last few days due to your work schedules so you were both a little needy for each other. Jungwon would message you every once in awhile during the day when he had free time. The conversations you two were having hadn’t even indicated if he was feeling one way or another.

You were standing in the kitchen scrolling on your phone when Jungwon arrived home. You didn’t even hear him walk in that’s how quiet he was. You really didn’t know what had gotten him so wound up given that he’d just laid eyes on you for the first time all day. You were alerted to his presence when he hugged you from behind. You immediately relaxed in his arms finally feeling all of the anxiety and stress from the week melt off of you. You could tell by the urgency of his movements that he was in a mood. “Fuck baby, you look so sexy right now”. You were sure he’d gone crazy, you were in an oversized t shirt and sweatpants. “Jungwon what on earth are you talking about. Look at me, how is this sexy to you”? You couldn’t help but let out an incredulous laugh. He could only shake his head and chuckle. “Kitty, you should know by now I always find you sexy”. Oh god, you knew as soon as he called you ‘Kitty’ that you were in for it. You turn yourself around to where you are now facing him . “Hmm you look pretty sexy yourself baby”. He really did too. He was wearing what he wore to the office every single day, maybe it was the sleeves of his shirt pushed up showing off the veins in his arms. Maybe it was the expression he wore on his face or maybe it was his hair pushed off his forehead. It was a deadly combination of everything. Within seconds he had you backed up against the counter and your lips locked in a heated kiss. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh at the contact. You’d been waiting to feel his lips on you all day. You can feel him get more worked up by each second that passes.

You two stay like this for a little while just enjoying being with each other. “mmm so sexy baby. love kissing you could do it all day”. He made a point to start leaving kisses down your neck each one messier than the last. “Then keep kissing me won. please I missed you so much today”. You knew you were screwed when he let out a sinister laugh upon hearing your confession. “want your mouth on something else baby. Get on your knees for me”. You’d think he was being bossy if not for the fact he knows how much you like it. You hadn’t realized how hard he had gotten until you were on your knees face to face with his clothed cock. He made quick work of getting his pants and boxers off so you could get to work. Normally he lets you work up to it but today he was way too wound up to wait for you. You’d never tire of the predatory way he stared at you when ordering you around. “Wanna make you choke okay princess”? You knew it wasn’t a question.

He was inpatient today. It was bad enough he doesn’t get to see you much during the week but combine that with the work piling up on his desk and his desperation for you and you were a goner. He knew he was being a little over the top with you but he planned on making it up to you just as soon as he was satisfied.

Wasting no time he grabbed hold of his cock taking a second to tap the head of it on your mouth signaling for you to open up. The pace he sets is unrelenting. The only time he’s giving you to adjust is the time it takes for you to take him fully in your mouth. Once he’s bottomed out his hands find purchase in your hair gently guiding your movements. After a few seconds he stills your movements altogether holding your head in place so he can continue to fuck your mouth. You truly didn’t mind him using you this way, in fact you loved it. In the privacy of your own home you two often had intimate moments such as these. From the outside it looks like Jungwon is brutal and mean with the way he speaks to you and the things he makes you do. But when you two became involved with each other you were both inexperienced virgins. Neither of you had any idea what pleasure meant to you. But through time and plenty of trial and error you two came to define your sexual relationship. Your roles came naturally to you both. You tended to take a more submissive approach to your encounters while Jungwon tended to become more dominant. He needed this and you knew that. So much of his day to day life is answering to other people and managing his own team. He loves his job but what he lacks in his professional life he makes up for in his personal life. And so because of that, you’d let him use you whatever way he needed knowing it made him happy. Also because he’d make it up to you tenfold when he was finished.

Even though you were struggling to breathe and there were tears running down your face you could never get enough. It was worth it with how heavenly he sounded. Even more so with how heavenly he looked. He had a habit of rambling off the filthiest words while getting himself off. He almost always had his eyes closed with his brow furrowed. The sexiest thing was the closer he’d get to finishing the more he’d bite his lip to try and keep his pretty little noises at bay. But he knew how much you needed to hear him so eventually he stopped holding back.

Your boy has the face of an Angel but the words that tumble out of his mouth are anything but. “Fuck, such a good fucking good girl taking my cock like this huh. God you fucking love it baby I know you do”. It’s then he takes a second and makes eye contact with you. His beautiful desperate little slut on her knees being so good for him. This and countless other things are why he loves you so much. His love for you often consumes him but it’s also what anchors him and brings him back down to earth.

He’s known for awhile now that he was going to marry you someday. But moments like this bring a kind of clarity he’s grateful for. Which is why the closer he gets to climax the less control he has over his words. He meant to do it a different way. He wanted it to be all about you but he just couldn’t help himself. “So beautiful for me like this baby. Fuck baby you’re doing so good for me. God you know I love you so much right”? He’s staring right at you one hand caressing your cheek. He’s seen you like this for him countless times but something about this moment makes it feel more raw and emotional than it ever has. He doesn’t need you to answer he knows you’re very aware of how he feels about you and how much he loves you. “Gonna marry you one day baby. Gonna give you everything you’d ever need. Fuck please marry me baby, gonna make you so happy”. By that time he was so high off how your mouth was making him feel that he was no longer in the same room as you having finished mere minutes after his accidental proposal.

You choose not to mention it until after he’s regained his composure. In fact, you both go about your business after that. He pulls you off of him giving you a quick kiss before beelining to the bathroom to shower. You can tell he’s embarrassed but if he’d actually talked to you about it instead of running away he’d have known how badly you wanted to say yes. You leave it be until after dinner, figuring he needs time to himself to sort through his emotions. But when you’re getting ready for bed and he still hasn’t mentioned it you can’t take it anymore. “Are we gonna talk about it won? And don’t try and play coy and act like you don’t know what I mean”. He freezes in place the moment you brought it up. “Won it’s okay. You don’t have to mean it, I understand you were caught up in the moment. It’s okay really”. That seemed to snap him out of it. He paused for a second looking deep in thought before he got up and walked across the room. You aren’t sure what he’s doing until he comes back with a box in his hand and motions for you to sit down next to him. “Princess you misunderstand, it’s not that I’m embarrassed or even regret that I proposed to you. I’ve been planning to for awhile now”. Now you’re confused even more. “Okay wonie if that’s the case then why have you been avoiding me”? He couldn’t help but let out a laugh he’d been holding in for hours. “Baby, the reason I’ve been avoiding you is because I proposed to you while you were giving me head. You deserved far more from me than that”. You’d be damned if that didn’t make you even more sure of your answer.

“Won, to anyone else I could see how it’d be embarrassing but, it’s you and it’s me, it doesn’t matter the circumstances”. Pausing for a second you continue “did you mean it though baby”? You could’ve swore you saw stars in his eyes when you asked him that. He didn’t go to answer immediately, instead he moved from where he was sitting and got down on one knee. “God you’re so perfect baby. Please for the love of god, marry me”? You knew it was coming and you’re still overwhelmed. “How long have you had this ring for”? Without skipping a beat “I’ve had this ring since the first time I told you I loved you. I was so sure within weeks of meeting you that I wanted to marry you someday”. You can’t even form words all you can do is nod your head. “Princess I need to hear it”. Forcing yourself to focus you reply with “Yang Jungwon I want nothing more than to marry you”. He wasted no time taking the ring out of the box and placing it on your finger. You were so overwhelmed with emotions that all you could focus on was how sexy he looked in that moment. You needed him and you needed him now. “Baby, get on the bed”. He turned his head to the side giving you a confused look. “Jungwon, get on the bed”. Once he finally moves to the bed you waste no time launching yourself onto him. At first you’re just kissing him wanting to relish in the feeling of being newly engaged. When you pulled away from the kiss he let out sounds of protest not wanting to break the kiss. You look at him before leaning in to whisper in his ear “baby, can I ride you please”? God how could he say no when you were looking at him with puppy dog eyes. “Fuck baby, go ahead”. You don’t hesitate to rip off any remaining clothing. You’re so desperate you forego any foreplay seeing how he’s visibly straining against his sweats. You opt to sink down on him with no prep, you knew you were ready to take him having been wet since you gave him head earlier. Jungwon thinks he’s in heaven watching you ride him like there’s no tomorrow . Jungwon was no stranger to you riding him but he can’t remember a time you set such a fast pace right off the bat. “Fuck you’re riding my cock so good baby. You always take it like a pro. You gonna let me cum in your pussy pretty baby? Gonna take what I give you huh”. It didn’t take long for either of you to finish. But the moment you did Jungwon flipped you over onto your back and started fucking you again. This time he kept a slower pace choosing to take this moment to really feel you. Once he made you cum one more time he pulled out of you and proceeded to start eating you out. He always did love to eat your pussy when you were well and truly spent with no fight left in you. You can only imagine what’s in store for the rest of the evening. In fact, you’re sure the festivities are going to continue throughout the weekend.

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Guys, I am so excited but I need to keep my voice down," a woman whispered as she recorded. "I just overheard my trans daughter Kylie, she's the blonde one, talking to her new girlfriend, Lexi. Oh my god, just listen!" Kylie's mom parted the curtain, turning up the mic volume through a crack in the doorway.

"For real? I've been thinking of detransing for a while now," Kylie said, brushing aside her golden hair.

Lexi smiled, her erection pressing against her bikini. "I'm so glad you feel the same way. Like being a girl was fun for a while, I'm glad I got to live as a girl through my teens and stuff but I just think it's time to be honest and start living as a guy!"

"Mmmm, it's so refreshing to hear you say that. I feel like such a weirdo around the girls on my volleyball team. Like they're real girls, half of them are pregnant and lactating, showing off their bellies to everyone in the locker room and I have this huge, ten-inch erection I legit can't hide, and they just tease me about it."

"Oh my god, same! I play soccer and it's so humiliating not being pregnant, like I'm a total outcast. And of course they can see that I'm rock hard. They wind up giving me hand jobs and blow jobs before we play so I'm not falling out of my shorts, which happens constantly anyway because my college has a no bra or underwear rule."

"Yep, mine too! Worst of all my volleyball team wears miniskirts, sooooo my huge cock is just hanging out, so are my balls, which are really big, too. Sometimes I try to push it down and up my ass but it slides right back out."

"Yep, been there! I'm tired of my team swarming me and making me cum before every game.... and between classes."

"Lucky! My team just humiliates me and calls me a boy or a fakegirl, which I mean.... they're not wrong! The commentaters at all the college games call me 'he' when I'm playing....."

"Me too! It honestly just makes me rock hard. Like I should be nowhere near these sexy girls, seeing their breasts jiggle and fall out of their crop tops, their big pregnant bellies getting shoved into the ground or tackled."

"Yep, all game it's so distracting, and my breasts come out of my bikini top, too and I'm not given a time out to put them away because they're a guy's chest or whatever. So I have to play with a raging hardon bobbing every which was, slapping into my belly when I spike the ball, my tits totally out...."

"I'm surprised you haven't had them removed yet, I had top surgery a few months ago and I'm pretty much breastless now. It feels so good not having big tits anymore. I was a G-Cup from all the estrogen in my body!"

"Ughhh, that suck. I feel your pain, I had a reduction when I was 18, my boobs were like.... a J-Cup. Now I'm a DD and they're still way to big, they make insanely dysphoric."

"Right? Like every trans girl I know has huge tits but they all want them removed, like we're really just kidding ourselves, aren't we?"

"Totally!" Lexi walked over to Kylie, making out with her before climbing up on the deck.

Kylie crawled forward as Lexi got behind her, taking off her bikini. "Mmmmm tell me how much you want me to detrans and become a boy. It can be our little secret......"

"Fuck yes, fantasizing won't hurt. It's all in good fun, isn't it, my little boy toy?"

Kylie bit her lip, smacking her hips into Lexi as she plunged her footlong cock into Kylie's ass. They both started moaning.

Lexi pulled Kylie's hair back, and said, "You know your mom is filming this right?"

"Wh-What?" She opened her eyes, hair pulled back, getting fucked, with her mom recording.

Her mom stepped out, zooming on Kylie's flush face. "Go on, tell everyone how badly you want to detransition sweetie....."

Kylie rolled back her eyes as Lexi sped up, fucking her so hard it made loud, rhythmic clapping noises as Lexi pounded against Kylie's fat ass. "More than anything in the world! ❤️"

[msklassickilla]

Prada You Chapter 20

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains harsh/foul language, mentions of underage drinking, age gap relationships.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 19: Truth & Lies

August 4th 1998

The sun was blazing down, the humid summer air making the basketball court shimmer like a mirage. I sat at the picnic table under the patchy shade of a scraggly oak tree, fanning myself with a folded flyer someone had left behind. Kiyah and Natasha were across from me, chattering away, their voices weaving through the sound of kids shouting and sneakers squeaking against the blacktop.

Kiyah’s face lit up as she leaned forward, dropping her chin into her hands. "Okay, so let me tell y’all about Big Daddy Jacob."

"Ooh, spill!" Natasha said, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Y’all getting serious, or is he still just a good time?"

Kiyah grinned, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Girl, I like him a lot. Like, for real. And that lil’ night we spent together. Let’s just say… I did what needed to be done."

I let out a laugh, shaking my head as Natasha clapped her hands together, squealing. "You’re too much, Kiyah."

"Oh, it gets better," Kiyah said, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. "I’ll be moving into his pockets shortly. I need them probation fees paid a.s.a.p."

The three of us burst out laughing, the sound carrying across the court. For a moment, everything felt light and carefree, like the weight of the past few weeks had lifted just enough for us to breathe.

"Alright, Nye," Natasha said, turning her attention to me. "Enough about Kiyah’s sugah daddy adventures. What’s up with your party? You ready?"

I shrugged, though a small smile tugged at my lips. "I’m getting there. Jey’s handling most of it. He already rented out a nightclub downtown and took care of the decorations, food, and music. Like I didn’t have to do none of that. All I gotta do is find an outfit."

"A whole nightclub?" Kiyah’s eyes widened. "Damn. That shit gon’ be nice as fuck. Girl, you better show out. That’s gonna be a night to remember."

Natasha nodded enthusiastically. "For real. This is big. I just know everybody gone be there."

"That’s exactly what I was thinking. Party gon’ be full as hell especially with all the boys being there," I replied, my smile faltering slightly. Outwardly, I was as excited as they were, but deep down, something wasn’t sitting right. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was coming, like a storm I couldn’t see but could feel in the air.

I pushed the thought aside, forcing myself to focus on the present. "It’ll be fun," I said, my voice firmer this time. "We just gotta make sure our outfits is on point."

The girls squealed; their excitement infectious. Kiyah reached over to slap my arm. "Don’t even stress it. We all gon’ look bomb. That’s our night to shut shit down."

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August 5th 1998

The next day, I was standing at the sink, up to my elbows in soapy water, when I heard the front door open. Mama’s voice floated in, tired but warm. "Nyeya, finish those dishes and come talk to me."

"Okay, Mama," I called back, rinsing off the last plate and setting it in the drying rack. Wiping my hands on a towel, I made my way to the living room, where she was sitting on the couch, her shoes kicked off and her hair tied up in a scarf. She patted the cushion beside her, and I sat down, the heaviness in her gaze immediately putting me on edge.

She reached out, gently caressing my face. "You been alright?"

"Yeah, Mama. Why?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. My stomach churned, sensing that whatever was coming wasn’t going to be easy. The scratch on my face had begun to fade but I still felt uneasy under her watchful gaze.

Mama’s lips pressed into a thin line. "Nat told me she heard you and Kiyah was fighting at the arcade Saturday night."

My heart dropped. Nat had been a family friend for as long as I could remember, but I hadn’t expected her to run back to Mama with what she’d heard. How did that even get back to her to know that? Michael was right, eyes were everywhere.

"It wasn’t that serious," I said quickly, hoping to downplay the situation. "Just some girls running their mouths."

Mama’s eyes narrowed slightly. "And who’s this guy friend you’ve been running around with, the one you were supposed to be with?"

I froze, my mind racing. "He’s… he’s just a guy I’ve been seeing from around the way," I said vaguely, avoiding her gaze.

"Just a guy?" Mama’s voice was calm but firm, the kind of tone that demanded the truth. "How old is this guy, Nyeya?"

I hesitated, my hands twisting in my lap. "He’s… he’s 29."

Mama’s eyebrows shot up. "29? Nyeya, that’s a grown man."

"I know," I said quickly. "But he’s… he’s good to me. Jey don’t mean me no harm. Like he not using me like other guys would be, Mama."

Her expression softened slightly, but her eyes remained serious. "Is Jey the one you’ve been spending the night with? You should’ve known it was going to get back to me eventually."

She knew more than I thought. I swallowed hard, realizing there was no point in lying now. "Yes," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn’t believe all my bones was falling out the closet like this.

Mama sighed, leaning back against the couch. "Nyeya, I was your age once. I know how easy it is to get caught up, especially with a man who makes you feel like the world is yours. But you have to be careful. You have to be smart."

"I am," I said, tears stinging my eyes. "Mama, I… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t want you to be mad at me."

I hated disappointing my mama. She did so much for us. I knew who Jey was and if she knew the whole story, she’d definitely have good reason to be.

She reached out, pulling me into a hug. "I’m not mad, baby. I just want you to be honest with me. Lies don’t make things easier, they make them harder. And more than that, I want you to be careful. I’ve seen what this life can do. I’ve lived it. Your daddy… he was just like this man you’re seeing. And look where he ended up."

The mention of my father hit me like a punch to the gut. Mama rarely talked about him, but when she did, it was always a reminder of the risks that came with the life he chose. Slim had been the love of her life until a drug sting when I was two snatched him away. She had moved on, but the scars of that time still lingered.

"I know," I whispered, my voice shaky. "I promise I’ll be careful. And if it gets to be too much… I’ll leave."

Mama pulled back, her hands resting on my shoulders. "I just want you to be happy, Nyeya. Don’t let no man dim your light. Don’t give him that type of power. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you, and I’m not gonna let anyone take that from you. You shouldn’t either."

I nodded, tears slipping down my cheeks. "I promise, Mama. You taught me to want better, to expect better. I won’t let you down."

She smiled softly, brushing a thumb over my cheek. "Good. Now, when am I gonna meet this Jey? Time for you to stop hiding him."

The question caught me off guard, but I managed a small smile. "Soon," I said. "I’ll talk to him about it."

Mama sighed, her tone softening even more. "Nyeya, I’m serious. If he’s the man you’re giving your time to, I need to know who he is and what he's all about. I don’t want you caught up in something you can’t get out of."

The conversation ended better than expected, but as I went back to my room, a heaviness settled over me. Mama’s words lingered in my mind, a reminder of the fine line I was walking. Jey had made it clear—ain’t no leaving. And deep down, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. But I couldn’t ignore the growing sense that this life, as thrilling as it was, came at a price I wasn’t ready to pay.

August 7th 1998

Friday night rolled around, and the air buzzed with the vibrant energy of summer. The Prada Bois’ car show was in full swing, taking over a sprawling parking lot at the park by the lake. The hum of car engines mixed with music blasting from the speakers that surrounded the DJ, and the scent of grilled meats and fresh panipopo hung in the humid air. Kids shrieked with laughter as they jumped in bounce houses, while groups of men hovered around their tricked-out cars, showing off gleaming paint jobs and customized interiors.

I arrived with Kiyah, Natasha, and Nataya. The twins had borrowed their mother’s car for the night under the guise of them going to some youth night at church, and Kiyah had wasted no time calling shotgun. I had squeezed into the back seat with Nataya, the four of us hyped for the night ahead. I wore my red bandeau top and favorite Tommy Hilfiger overalls, my gold bracelet from Jey gleaming on my wrist like a mark of loyalty—or ownership. A reminder that it always held more weight than it probably should have.

The scene was alive when we stepped out of the car. Bright headlights from parked cars cast long shadows, and the glow of string lights wrapped around tents gave the whole place a festive feel. Kiyah spotted Jacob leaning casually against a shiny black Impala, his Prada Boi chain glinting under the streetlights. She shot me a grin before making a beeline for him. Natasha, always drawn to the music, drifted towards the DJ, her hips already swaying to the beat.

That left me with Nataya, who didn’t even glance back as she marched straight to the food tables.

“Girl, you must be hungry?” I teased, catching up to her.

She shot me a grin over her shoulder. “You already know. Don’t act like you don’t be eating too.”

I laughed, shaking my head. By the time I caught up, Nataya was piling her plate high with barbecue ribs, potato salad, baked beans, and a generous helping of sapasui. Then she grabbed another plate and added grilled chicken, panipopo, and fresh taro.

“Two plates?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as we found a spot at one of the picnic tables. She was really taking advantage of the free food.

Nataya plopped down, balancing the plates with ease. “Baby, yes. Jimmy put me on to the island food. I gotta taste everything,” she said with a wink before digging in.

I sat across from her, my appetite gone as I watched her eat with enthusiasm. My gaze lingered on her oversized shirt and shorts, a far cry from Natasha’s mini dress. Her face seemed fuller; her movements slower. Something felt different.

“Nye, you okay?” Nataya asked, noticing my stare. “Why you not eating? You don’t like it?”

I hesitated, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “You on your period?”

I didn’t mean to say it out loud but the thoughts tumbling in mind had me curious. I needed some answers.

Her fork paused mid-air. “What? Why?”

“You just… seem different,” I said, trying to sound casual. “And you’re eating like you ain’t had food all day.”

Nataya laughed, shaking her head. “Girl, I always eat like this. You know that.”

That much was true, but something about her felt… off. I decided not to push it. If she had something to tell me, she would, eventually. But for her sake, I hope it wasn’t what I thought it was.

After we finished eating, I let the party pull me in. The music was too good to ignore, and I found myself bouncing in the inflatable castle with some of the kids, laughing like I didn’t have a care in the world. When the DJ switched to a 90s R&B mix, Natasha dragged me to the makeshift dance floor. I let the rhythm take over, swaying and spinning, losing myself in the moment.

Then I felt it—a heavy, piercing gaze. My eyes scanned the crowd and landed on Damian. He sat near a lineup of cars, one woman perched on his lap and another leaning into him, her hand grazing his arm. But his eyes were locked on me, dark and unreadable.

A chill ran down my spine. I turned away, focusing on the music and Natasha’s carefree moves. Loyalty, I reminded myself. My loyalty was to Jey. Damian was just… history.

Kiyah joined us not long after, her hand clasped in Jacob’s. She leaned in close, her voice low. “Taya’s not drinking. She wouldn’t take a shot with me. That ain’t like her ass.”

“But she’s eating though,” I replied, glancing over at where Nataya was now chatting with a group of women. My only suspicion deepened.

Kiyah and I exchanged a knowing look. “Her ass bet not be pregnant,” Kiyah muttered. “You know they mama, Ms. Deedria, don’t play like that.”

“It’s looking like she is,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “And if she is… that’s crazy. I thought it would be yo’ ass to have baby first.”

Before Kiyah could respond, the growl of engines turned our attention to the lot’s entrance. Jey and Jimmy had arrived, their cars gleaming under the lights. For once, Jey wasn’t intoxicated. He looked calm, clear-headed, and… grounded as he exited his car. His eyes found mine immediately, and he motioned for me to come over.

I nodded to the others before sliding his way. My heart fluttered as I approached him. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. He kissed me, his lips warm and familiar. “You look good,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth.

“Thank you,” I said, smiling up at him.

We lingered in our own little world for a moment before he led me to a quieter spot. As he ate, he brought up something that made my chest tighten.

“When am I meeting moms?” he asked casually.

I had told him the day before that my mama knew who he was and that we were dating. I didn’t expect him to be so eager to meet her though. I still wasn’t sure if I wanted him to meet her. 

“Soon,” I said. “Probably on my birthday. She always does something special for me.” We would normally celebrate along with my granny, Bernice, and some of my other family.

Jey nodded, his expression thoughtful. “That works. But I’ve been thinking. After your birthday, you should move in with me. Ain’t no point in you staying at your mama’s place no more.”

The words hit me like a brick. “Move in?” I repeated, my voice shaky. “Jey, that’s… that’s a lot. And a bit fast.” Jey was talking crazy.

He frowned, his brows knitting together. “How is it a lot? You already spending nights with me. Got some of yo’ clothes there as well. What’s the difference?”

“The difference is my mama and Michael,” I said. “I can’t just leave them. Michael’s heading to high school. And I be there when Ma work overnight to make sure he good.”

I did other stuff to make my mama life easier. She worked full-time and also did hair on the side. I couldn’t just leave her especially for Jey who I only knew for two months. I loved Jey but that was too much of a commitment too soon.

Jey’s jaw tightened, frustration flickering in his eyes. “Michael’s damn near grown. He can take care of himself. You gotta let him be a man. And I’m sure ya mama will be good.”

I shifted uncomfortably. “I’ve been thinking about enrolling in community college this fall,” I said. “And maybe getting a part-time job. Just to have stuff to fill my time with.”

I had plans before I met Jey and I wasn’t trying to change them just because I was his girl now.

Jey’s hand brushed over the bracelet on my wrist, his touch both possessive and tender. “You can go to school, but you don’t need to work. I’ll take care of you, Nye. You know that. I need you with me though. I got us.”

His words should’ve reassured me, but they didn’t. I forced a nod, my mind swirling with doubts. We had been doing good. So, I choose not to argue.

As I glanced around the party, my thoughts wandered. The other Prada Boi wives and girlfriends seemed happy, but were they really? I watched Solo dancing with his girlfriend, Bronson laughing with his wife and kids, and Nataya sitting in Jimmy’s lap as he rubbed her stomach.

Was this truly the life I wanted? The question lingered, heavy and unanswered, as the party carried on around me.

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The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the parking lot as the streetlights flickered to life. The sounds of laughter and music filled the air, and the occasional rev of a car engine reminded everyone of the reason for the gathering. I leaned against a picnic table looking at nothing in particular, trying to shake the uneasy feeling that had been growing in my chest since Jey’s earlier suggestion.

"Nye," Jey’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up to see him standing a few feet away, his hand extended toward me. "Come here. Stop thinking so much. Go have some fun, baby."

I hesitated, then let him pull me into a hug. His arms were warm and firm, but they didn’t ease the tension inside me. I wanted to believe in him, in us, but doubts still lingered. I told myself to let it go, at least for tonight. The party was winding down, and I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Jey kissed the top of my head before pulling away. He glanced toward the lineup of cars and nodded. "I’ll be over there with Damian. Come find me if you need anything."

I watched him stroll away, his confident stride unmistakable even in the dim light. He stopped by the hood of a sleek black car where Damian was already perched, a bottle of beer in his hand. My stomach twisted as I watched them exchange words. Their conversation looked serious, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Curiosity burned inside me, but I stayed rooted to my spot—until Jey’s eyes caught mine.

“Nye, come here,” he called out, his voice loud enough to rise above the chatter.

My heart raced. I told myself there was no reason to be nervous. Damian wouldn’t say anything. He wouldn’t dare. His ass bet not. That shit happened a long time ago. Forcing a smile, I walked over to them, my sandals clicking softly against the pavement. As I approached, Jey reached out and pulled me into his lap.

“Not you being anti-social, girl,” he teased, wrapping an arm around my waist. His tone was light, but I could feel Damian’s eyes on me.

Damian’s expression was unreadable. He took a slow sip of his beer before speaking. “Nyeya. Good to see you again.”

“You too,” I replied, keeping my tone polite. My guard was up, though, and I could feel the tension bubbling just beneath the surface. Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit, sir.

Jey didn’t seem to notice. He leaned back against the car, completely at ease as he spoke to Damian about something— a deal, maybe, or plans for the weekend. I wasn’t paying attention. My focus was split between the warmth of Jey’s embrace and the cool detachment in Damian’s eyes. The moment felt like a game of chess, every word and gesture a calculated move.

Then she appeared. The woman from Tama’s pool party—the one who had been in Damian’s lap. She sidled up to him in a barely there dress, her hand resting possessively on his shoulder. Damian’s lips curled into a smirk as he introduced her.

“This is Dulce,” he said casually. “Dulce, this is Nyeya. Jey’s girl.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said, forcing a polite smile. Dulce nodded, her attention quickly returning to Damian, who didn’t seem to mind.

Jey’s grip on my waist tightened slightly as if reminding me where I belonged. The conversation shifted to lighter topics as a few other Prada Bois wandered over, including Sami and Tama. They were laughing about something when Jey’s voice cut through the noise.

“By the way,” he said, his tone casual but loud enough for everyone to hear, “Nyeya’s gonna be moving in with me soon. My baby coming home for good.”

The group’s reaction was immediate. Cheers and congratulations erupted around us, with Tama slapping Jey on the back and Sami grinning broadly. “That’s what’s up, man,” one of them said.

I froze. My heart thudded painfully in my chest as I forced a smile. Jey hadn’t discussed this with me— not really. He’d brought it up earlier, but I hadn’t agreed to anything. I mean I nodded but that wasn’t agreeance that was a ‘okay, whatever’ type of thing. And now here his ass was announcing it like it was a done deal. I couldn’t believe it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Damian’s reaction. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, and the tension in his jaw was impossible to miss. When our eyes met, it felt like the air had been knocked out of me. There was an unspoken conversation happening between us, one that no one else could hear. I looked away quickly, feeling queasy.

Jey tilted his head to look at me. “You good, baby?”

I nodded, plastering the smile back on my face. “Yeah. I’m good.”

The party carried on around us, the laughter and music ringing hollow in my ears. As Jey chatted with the others, I leaned into his chest, letting his presence ground me. But my thoughts were a tangled mess. Damian’s warnings echoed in my mind, and for the first time, I wondered if I was in over my head. Even if I was, Jey wasn’t letting me go.

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The reason those C3 fans shit the bricks over the Charity stream was because they viewed the charity stream as a win for them and bells hells. Not like you know, an actual good thing to help people in need. Because when it was announced they were in the qrts and on twt yelling that the cast closing to play as Bells Hells was cause they loved them above all. That BH were "winning" because MN didn't get one shots while airing. No1 expected anyone BUT BH to be played so they were fighting air tbh.

[Cont. So when Laudna got yeeted and Beau joined it, it's like they suddenly hit with the fact that the cast like all the times. All character sheets were available and BH was being played by default of the one shot happening during c3. But they hung their entire world view on BH being extra special that they broke. Saw them also being PISSED at Ashley and Liam for getting MN members to the top before everyone else and especially the gate was "showing up BH".]

Here is what gets me, as a person who does not follow sports in any form: The Mighty Nein are a juggernaut of popularity within the fandom. I think this is for the most part deserved and I also think a lot of fans of C1 who never vibed with any later campaigns are simply not active in fandom any more since it's been 7 years, and Critical Role had more recognition with Campaign 2, so like, numbers within active social media fandom are not a perfect indicator of quality, itself a subjective measure.

HOWEVER. If you want your team to win, the most efficient way to do that is to start rooting for the winning team. I get that this is considered treasonous to genuine fans of sports. But like, if your biggest priority is Number Is Bigger then there is an obvious solution and it's called jumping on the bandwagon. Otherwise, perhaps you should consider a different metric, such as "did I have fun at this game? Were the snacks good? Were there some cool plays?" (from this you can see my priorities re: live sports namely are my friends here and did I get some nachos and a beer but you get my point). Honestly, this is how I and a lot of other people have been approaching Bells Hells week to week for some time now: were there some cool scenes? Did the character they liked most at the time say something funny? Did NPCs do anything? Were the fight mechanics interesting?

I have a post that I am saving for next week about specific elements of C3 that goes into more depth but I feel like Campaign 3's fandom in particular fell to a certain attitude that feels very specific to a younger (to me, an ancient crone, so like, mid-20s) crowd, of obsessing over numbers: how many fics. how many notes. how much screentime. can you believe that Episode 100 didn't even have Bells Hells in it????? And it's like. who the fuck cares. Is it good? Is it satisfying? Because right now we're watching you guys all admit it hasn't been and 120 episodes in you were waiting for the campaign to REALLY begin.

I don't think the cast dislikes Bells Hells! I think they all like all of their characters, and frankly when the cast gets asked directly a lot of them go with a "you never forget your first" and give their VM character anyway so like, the vitriol at the Mighty Nein really is a petty popularity contest in the end. But Bells Hells are the party that the cast happened to be playing during the Moon Plot Campaign and the party that the cast happened to be playing at the time of the livestream. None of the three main parties are uniquely special. They are special to their individual fans.

I made the Elon Musk comparison for C3 fans earlier this week and I don't want to go too hard since like, he is truly horrible, and I do think that a lot of C3 fans, while currently shitty self-absorbed people, are also quite young and it is my hope that a sharp but ultimately harmless disappointment like this campaign might shock them into fixing their hearts, but the final lines of this post came to mind while writing up a lot of my responses: "And in fact I would argue that seeking to put yourself above other people is inherently going to leave you empty, because egotistical as you may be, you've adopted a values system where your sense of self worth intrinsically depends on other people. Congratulations, you played yourself."

If your day can be ruined because your blorbo wasn't present for 100% of a live stream for charity and the cast likes all of their characters? You should work on that! I'm not saying it's easy or fun but it really is a thing you should work on because right now, the worst thing that's going to happen to you is people laughing at your misfortune on social media. But if you keep up this behavior, you're going to be bitter and miserable forever, and it will be your own fault because you're getting mad that something that was never about you continues to not be about you. Learn to accept that you had a good time (if you had a good time, anyway) and it's over and that's okay.

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through the noise

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando finds himself unexpectedly affected by a rumor about his ex, Amelie, and a possible romance with footballer Rodrigo Riquelme.

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Warnings: none

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September 8th, 2022 - Monza, Italy

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celebspill: From the pitch to the red carpet? 👀✨ Singer Amelie Dayman and soccer star Rodrigo Riquelme were spotted getting real cozy on the dance floor at the Venice Film Festival after-party last night. Sources say the two couldn’t keep their hands off each other—just friends or something more? 👀🔥

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ameliefan99: WAG ERA LOADING 🚨👀 → barcafan10: @ameliefan99 Girl, I think it’s already HERE 💀

soccergirl23: I fear Amelie is entering her football wife pipeline 😭 → daymanfanpage: @soccergirl23 She always gives main WAG energy, let’s be real 💅

hatersgonnahate: Not another pop girl falling for a footballer 🙄

barcelonababe_99: We lost her to a man who chases a ball for a living 💔 → daymanupdates: @barcelonababe_99 But like… have you SEEN Rodrigo?? I’d be gone too 😩

rodrigoswagfan: If this man fumbles Amelie, I will personally have a word with him. 🔪 → soccerdrama44: @rodrigoswagfan LMAO facts, he better lock it down fast 👏

madridista4life: I REFUSE to accept she’s with a Barça player. My delulu heart is HURTING 😭

gossiphunny: DANCING together? Oh, it’s over for us. She’s taken. → barcelonafan23: @gossiphunny yeah, she left us in the single section real fast 😭

ameliefan_10: The RANGE this woman has, we have to stan 🫡

hatersbewatching: Y’all are so desperate, they were just dancing. Not everyone is dating. 🙄

barcafangirl07: Rodrigo Riquelme??? That’s so random but also… I see the vision 👀 → soccertea23: @barcafangirl07 random but elite honestly. This might be my new Roman Empire 😩

futurewag69: She went to Venice and left with a man, wish that were me.

spicygossip101: If this is real, someone check on Lando Norris. 💀 → formula1drama: @spicygossip101 boy bout to take a personal day 😭

riquelmestan07: This man won the lottery wtf 😭 → ameliesarmy: @riquelmestan07 literally, does he even know what he just unlocked?? 😂

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Lando was slouched on the couch in his motorhome, scrolling through his phone with the energy level of a man who had just finished a three-hour meeting that could’ve been an email. Outside, Monza was alive with the usual chaos—fans cheering, engines roaring, teams running around like their lives depended on it. Inside, though, it was just him, Max Fewtrell, and the comfortable silence of two guys who had nothing better to do.

—Mate, you see this shit?— Max suddenly asked, his voice laced with amusement.

Lando barely glanced up. —What?—

—Your ex is in Venice, apparently grinding on some footballer.—

That got his attention. Lando’s head snapped up so fast he nearly dropped his phone. —The fuck are you on about?—

Max turned his screen toward Lando, showing a grainy video from some random Instagram story. The quality was shit—just some flashing lights, loud music, and a packed dance floor. But there, in the middle of the chaos, was Amelie. Laughing, dancing, her hands resting loosely on Rodrigo Riquelme’s shoulders as they moved together to the music. Rodrigo—Barcelona player, Spanish, annoyingly good-looking—had his hands on her waist.

Lando squinted. —That’s not her.—

Max snorted. —Mate, that’s 100% Amelie. And that’s definitely Rodrigo Riquelme.— He scrolled down to another post.

"New couple alert? Barcelona star Rodrigo Riquelme spotted getting cozy with singer Amelie Dayman in Venice. Are they dating?"

Lando stared at the screen, his jaw tightening.

—They could just be dancing,— he muttered, leaning back against the couch.

Max raised an eyebrow. —Right. Because random guys just dance with Amelie like that.—

Lando rolled his eyes. —It’s a fucking club, Max.—

—Yeah, but it’s not just any club, is it? It’s Venice. It’s romantic as fuck. And look at them… he’s all over her.— Max scrolled down, showing another video where Rodrigo leaned in, saying something into Amelie’s ear that made her throw her head back laughing.

Lando scoffed, but it came out weaker than he intended. —Mate, there’s no way she’d go for him.—

—Why not?— Max asked, grinning. —He’s famous, good-looking, probably knows how to use his feet in more ways than one... What’s not to like?—

—Because he’s...— Lando gestured vaguely, grasping for the right words. —He’s a fucking footballer.—

Max gave him a look. —So?—

—So, she’s not into that.— Lando waved a hand dismissively. —She’s never been into athletes. Except… well.—

He caught himself. Max caught it too.

—Except for you,— Max finished, smirking.

Lando rolled his eyes, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at him. Max dodged it easily, laughing.

—You’re acting like this is some kind of joke. It’s just dumb media speculation.— Lando leaned back against the couch, arms crossed. —Amelie wouldn’t date a guy like him.—

Max waggled his brows. —What, a professional, successful, nice guy?—

Lando glared. —A footballer.—

Max snorted. —Right. Because footballers are sooo much worse than F1 drivers.—

Lando ignored him, grabbing his phone and scrolling through the comments under the posts. A mix of reactions. Fans freaking out, others shipping them, some skeptics saying it was just a dance. Then there were the F1 fans—his fans—who still clung to the idea of Lando and Amelie as if it were some sort of long-lost fairytale.

"There’s no way, she was in love with Lando.""She can’t seriously go from him to a footballer.""Lando’s probably punching the air right now lmao."

Lando rolled his eyes and locked his phone. He was not punching the air.

He didn’t care.

Did he?

—Dude, you’re weirdly quiet,— Max noted, watching him with amusement. —You sure you don’t care? Because you’re making that face.—

—What face?— Lando shot back.

—The I’m pretending I don’t give a shit but I absolutely do face.—

Lando scoffed. —I do not have that face.—

—Mate, it’s literally your face.—

Lando exhaled sharply, shaking his head. He refused to let Max get in his head about this. Amelie could do whatever she wanted. She was Amelie—stubborn, independent, never letting anyone tell her what to do. It wasn’t like he had a say in her life anymore.

Still… Rodrigo fucking Riquelme?

—Maybe it’s just PR,— Lando muttered.

Max raised an eyebrow. —What, like her team called up Barcelona and went, ‘Oi, lend us one of your lads so Amelie looks cool’?—

—I don’t know, mate, but it’s ridiculous.— Lando huffed. —She’s not gonna date some random footballer just because she danced with him once.—

Max leaned back, arms behind his head. —You sound pretty confident about that.—

—Because I am confident about that.—

—Okay.— Max nodded. —Then you won’t mind if it turns out she actually is dating him.—

Lando scoffed. As if. There was no chance. Not because he still cared—because he didn’t—but because he knew Amelie.

Right?

—Whatever, mate.— Lando stood up, stretching. —This is a waste of time. Let’s go do something useful.—

Max smirked, standing up too. —Like what? Stalk her Insta? Check if she’s posted anything? Maybe, oh, I don’t know... call her and ask?—

Lando shot him a glare. —You’re a dick.—

—And you’re jealous.—

—Am not.—

—Sure, sure.— Max grinned as they headed out of the motorhome. —Let’s just hope she doesn’t show up at a Barca game wearing his jersey.—

Lando rolled his eyes but said nothing.

Because fuck, that thought bothered him more than he’d like to admit.