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starsainzjr · 5 months

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Lights, Camera, Action

Pairing: Lando Norris x director!reader Faceclaim: Gemma Chan

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f1wags Meet YN YLN! YN is a successful Hollywood director and producer with movies like Barbie (producer), Boston Strangler (director), and Little Women (director) under her belt. Earlier this afternoon in a Tweet, a fan working as a makeup artist on an undisclosed movie set claimed to see McLaren driver Lando Norris on set with a bouquet of sunflowers.

An hour later YN posted a a picture of a bouquet of sunflowers to her Instagram story with the caption "Pleasant surprise at lunch 🥰" (pictured above). Could it just be a coincidence? Sure. But we may soon have a new WAG in the paddock!

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marissa.lancaster4 Hi! I'm the fan that posted that Tweet. Because of the NDAs that I have signed as a part of my employment I cannot say what movie I am working on nor who the director is. But I can confirm after speaking with several of my coworkers that it was Lando I saw on set earlier today.

f1wags Please DM me if you have any more information that you can share!

mickieslaren Am I the only one that gets a bit weirded out by how we treat celebrities' love lives like this? Maybe Lando was visiting a friend or something. Either way it's none of our business what he was doing on set

landoslove It is a bit odd but, then again, both Lando and YN live in the public eye. There are always going to be little things like this that get scrutinized mickieslaren I just wish they could have a bit of privacy is all landoslove That makes sense. But this is out of our control

nowinsnorris YN is literally so stunning. Lando has some serious game if this is true

landoslove He's trying so hard to beat the norizz allegations

yourusername Hollywood

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yourusername Halfway through filming! I have a never ending supply of sunsets and sunflowers 🌅🌻

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florencepugh Come to my hotel room I have a mini champagne bottle I can't get rid of by myself

yourusername I'm omw simuliu Am I invited? florencepugh Sure we need someone to supervise I suppose

americaferrara Go do incredible things! Cannot wait to get my eyes on this once its done

yourusername There's a bucket of popcorn with your name on it!

landoslove Sunflowers she says? 👀

nowinsnorris She's not as slick as she thinks she is

haveyougotpubesyet No bc I'm confident Lando would follow YN around like a lost puppy in the paddock

landoslove I cannot wait for this to get proven real mickieslaren Or we could just leave them alone and let them live their lives haveyougotpubesyet We're not harming them, just having meaningless fun trying to connect invisible dots landoslove Yeah. We're not, like, cyber bullying them or anything mickieslaren I'm just saying it probably can't feel great to have random people poking around in your love life

landonorris Santa Monica, California

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landonorris Ready to rock 🤘🏎

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oscarpiastri We really need a McLaren emoji

landonorris 🍑? oscarpiastri I'm taking your phone away landonorris 😨

carlossainz55 Welcome back to the real world

landonorris I don't like it I wanna go back charles_leclerc We have the easiest lives ever get it together. Both of you landonorris Yes, father. Carlos come get your teammate carlossainz55 Nah, this could get fun

landoslove SANTA MONICA

landoslove YN just posted from Santa Monica

nowinsnorris This is me not getting my hopes up buuuuut YN is a director and she lives in California... landoslove Lalalalala I can't hear anything lalalalala

yourusername The Outback

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yourusername Out of the studio for the back half! So unbelievably happy to be back in Australia 🦘🌏

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simuliu Yeah yeah pretty pictures can you come kill the spider in my room now please?

simuliu YN I'm serious, I've been texting you for 30 minutes I know you're seeing these simuliu YN IM NO LONGER ASKING yourusername @/florencepugh do you hear anything? florencepugh Nope. All quiet. Not a peep simuliu Very funny. When I die who are you going to get to finish your movie? yourusername I am on my way to humanely get the scary spider out of your room and put it outside simuliu Hurry up it's staring at me florencepugh With how many eyes?

nowinsnorris I'm already in love with her. I might love her more than I love Lando

landoslove YN YLN - Daniel Ricciardo team up 👀

ynsaction I've never been one to gatekeep but if these F1 delulus keep coming near my wife I will actually lose my mind

yn.florence No literally! She is a feminist icon who has said multiple times in interviews that she's not looking for a partner and focusing on directing and producing. Pls stop shoving her into a WAG box ynsaction I'll always welcome more YN fans but every other word in these comments is about Lando Norris. I'm about to scream landoslove Hi, sorry isn't feminism about women being able to do whatever they want? YN is allowed to change her mind if she met the right person yn.florence If you'd been paying attention you'd know the last interview she made her wishes clear in was a week ago which, according to the calendar, is after people started trying to tie her to Nowins or whatever his name is

landonorris Australia

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landonorris Good to be back! We'll continue to work and push and get stronger as the season goes on. Thanks for having me, Australia! 🦘

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oscarpiastri The garage used to be so quiet

landonorris You missed me, admit it

carlossainz55 Bit rusty there, mate

landonorris Says the man who got his third consecutive P4 finish. You ever gonna bump up to the podium? carlossainz55 At least I finished in the points charles_leclerc Guys I cannot keep doing this please

landoslove My boy is back and better than ever

haveyougotpubesyet He looked so happy to be back!

nowinsnorris I'm gonna have to change my username this year, aren't I?

landoslove YES YOU ARE norizz481 Here's hoping I get to change mine too landoslove YOU'RE BOTH GOING TO HAVE TO CHANGE USERNAMES I'M SPEAKING IT INTO THE UNIVERSE

yourusername Perth, Australia

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yourusername A week and a half left of filming and I cannot wait to celebrate all we've accomplished with these two! Behind the scenes dump coming soon 😉

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americaferrara Congrats all of you! So so unbelievably proud

yourusername Wish you could've been along with us on this ride! See you soon my love

florencepugh My favorite project in a long time! Let's finish this out strong!

simuliu No not that picture 😭

yourusername Listen, it's too good not to share with the world simuliu I'm a superhero, I don't need this kind of harassment yourusername Cope

ynsaction This one is going to be so so good I'm physically vibrating I need it

yn.florence Mother! She's going to win yet another Oscar for this one, I can feel it

ynsaction Our girl don't need no child race car driver

nowinsnorris I'm becoming such a huge fan of YN. She and Lando would be perfect for each other

landoslove Shhhhh you'll scare the fragile film girlies ynsaction God, the f1 delulus are back. I was hoping we got rid of them yn.florence I don't think we're that lucky

f1wags Perth, Australia

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f1wags Picture taken of Lando this morning in Perth, Australia coming out of a florist shop. Not pictured is a bouquet of sunflowers. This is the second time this month that Lando has been spotted with a bouquet of sunflowers.

Lando has been linked to director YN YLN who is wrapping up her new film in Perth. Only time will tell if YN posts some sunflowers in the coming days 👀

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haveyougotpubesyet He is the definition of boyfriend material I swear to god

landoslove Getting closer and closer to beating the norizz allegations

landoslove IS HE BRINGING HER SWEETS TOO??? This boy is going to be the death of me

nowinsnorris What do I need to do to get myself a Lando

mickieslaren Just reminding everyone that Lando does in fact have sisters who were in attendance at the race this weekend and may also enjoy getting sunflowers from their brother

landoslove Jesus, take your negativity away from us who are trying to have fun mickieslaren Yeah it's fun for you now but what about Lando who is trying to go about his day without having some delusional fangirl losing their mind over him buying sunflowers? If you were really a fan of his you would let him live his life landoslove He's a celebrity! His fans are just trying to connect to him mickieslaren When I hear that Lando has gotten a restraining order against a fan I will not be surprised when you suddenly get very quiet

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yourusername This is where the fun begins 🎞 Three months of editing coming up

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florencepugh Im omw with more coffee

yourusername I love you

americaferrara Ahh keep the Excedrin close by

yourusername There's a whole bottle in the corner

simuliu I hope you're making me look good

yourusername Yes, I'm including the scene where the spider crawled up your arm and you screamed like a baby simuliu You're definitely my favorite director, I love working with you yourusername You are also definitely the star of this movie and have more screen time than Flo simuliu Hey, I will always be willing to have less screen time than Flo

ynsaction YES I have been missing YN editing content so bad recently

ynsaction She is such a mood when she's editing she gets so unhinged

landoslove Unhinged YN editing plus Lando being generally unhinged 👀 ynsaction Jesus give it a rest already

yn.florence I, for one, am chasing to focus on incoming unhinged YN posts

nowinsnorris LANDO'S IN THE LIKES EVERYONE

landonorris China

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landonorris So close to a podium finish! We'll make adjustments as needed and push on. See you in Miami!

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oscarpiastri So my days of quiet garage are definitely over?

landonorris You're stuck with me forever, mate carlossainz55 Good luck, Oscar landonorris WOW

landonorris @/charles_leclerc your teammate is being mean to me

charles_leclerc You think I have control over him?

ynsaction Not YN in the likes I had such high hopes

landoslove Genuine question; why are you against her finding someone she likes to be with? ynsaction I'm not against her finding someone she likes to be with, I'm against all Lando's fans trying to shove her into a WAG box when she's spoken so much about not wanting a partner at the moment. Especially when it was as soon as a month ago landoslove Okay, that's valid. But we're not trying to shove her into a box. This is just harmless shipping. I'm sure you do it with fictional characters you like ynsaction YN is an idol to me. I'm protective over her, I'm sorry if I've been bitchy landoslove I've been bitchy too, I apologize as well

mickieslaren I still don't like pushing into celebrity love lives

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yourusername First time out of the studio since editing started. Thank you @/f1 for hosting me!

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f1 Anything for our favorite director!

florencepugh Did you see The Guy???? 👀

yourusername It's not too late to make the movie about Simu simuliu YES... I mean, yeah did you see The Guy???? 👀 yourusername You're both blacklisted from my film sets

mclaren Give us a heads up next time you come! We'll set you up in the garage!

yourusername Oh that would be incredible! Thank you so so much!

ynsaction She always looks so adorable I am in love with her

yn.florence Mother is Mothering

ynsaction all hail

haveyougotpubesyet McLaren sipping after her too now

ynsaction Who wouldn't simp after her tbh

landoslove Just soft launch already

landoslove Florence and Simu chirping her about seeing The Guy I'm DYING

nowinsnorris The Guy is 100% Lando. It has to be at this point

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lando.jpg Hangin'

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charles_leclerc You caught me so off guard

carlossainz55 Best picture in the middle tbh

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yourusername Beautiful day in Monaco made even more beautiful by this wonderful boy! Congratulations, @/landonorris I'm so proud of you!

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florencepugh THE GUY. SHE PULLED THE GUY.

simuliu YESSSS NO MORE LATE NIGHTS DRUNK TALKING ABOUT HIM

yourusername Way to call me out, guys, thanks for that. You do remember I'm technically your boss right? florencepugh Movie wrapped, love. You can't tell us what to do anymore simuliu At least until we sign on for another one of your projects

landonorris Awww you drunk talked about me 🥰

yourusername I'll chase you

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landonorris I have the best date for the party @/yourusername

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yourusername Best weekend ever

landonorris Only because you were here

oscarpiastri Here's hoping the garage will be quiet again

landonorris No shot but nice try yourusername I'll do my best to keep him quiet for you oscarpiastri YN is my new favorite

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lando.jpg You have a movie coming out tomorrow. I am so incredibly proud of you @/yourusername. Everything we've been through together, I cannot believe what a kind, strong, beautiful woman you are. I love you, I can't wait to see what you're going to do next

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yourusername I love you so so much, darling. Thank you for being there through everything

lando.jpg My dream woman

florencepugh Yes!!!! Drinks on Simu at the afterparty!

simuliu Drinks on me!!!

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salaciousdoll · 1 year

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Feel It In The Air Tonight

Pairings: Eren Yeager x Chubby!Fem!reader

Encapsulation: there's always someone to pick you up when you're feeling down, especially in college even through words on cards. In which, Eren plays the two card game with you

Warnings: fluff, talks of the Uni college experience, TikTok card game, pain splatter rage room, Starbucks drinks, eren being a little jealous but not over the top, hints of depression,hard times, etc., other talks of mental health, loving and healthy obsessed Eren, making out, touching, smut towards the end, Eren with a tongue piercing but it’s not highlighted like that because I’m a dumb bitch and forgot to punctuate it in this fic, tatted Eren, pussy eating Eren, squirting, exhibition, cumming over fingers, overstimulation, fingering, dirty talking, some of the cast appears here, modern day au, black reader ( not explicit), car sex, oral( f receiving), overall you two are in love

Word Count: 6.8k( I know I know, a lot)

18+ Babes Only

Ps: Eren may be ooc for some, dont really write for aot so this is me coming back into the fandom for a little while <3

( I'm so tired and I had to do this on two phones)

The void space clouding your head was too expensive to handle for your taste. The vision of a red door with words you heard in the past and up until now painted the door like the paint should be black instead. The only way to jump out of this disgusting vision was to walk to the door, opening the door to get to the bright side, but you couldn’t. Everytime you walked to the door, it felt like you were being pushed back.

With one heavy foot over the other one, you felt as if there was a 100lb dumbbell hanging onto your ankle, the feeling coiled up inside of you was tragic for both you and Eren. Eren wondered why you weren’t present in class for these past four days, he’s so used to you coming into the class, holding a fresh water bottle in your right hand while your phone and keys are in the left hand.

He always watched the door to see if you were gonna come in and he was curious as well as worried over the days you didn’t walk through the wooden door. Eren asked Mikasa and Jean if they’ve seen you and they’re answer was the same. He asked Zeke have you been to his psychology class and he said no but not without leaving a message to you in regards to his class “ if you do see yn, please make sure she’s ok first and tell her to get to class when and if she could, she’s missing out on a lot”.

Eren nodded his head before leaving the classroom only to bump into Armin with Sasha and Connie on his way out, “ Oh hey guys, you seen y/n around campus? Or did she go home because she’s not answering the phone?”

Sasha thought about it while Armin shook his head. Meanwhile Connie gave him a goofy grin, “ Did you even check her dorm, bro?” He placed an arm around Eren as they walked to the exit of the Housement building their reading comprehension class was in, “ You can’t honestly be that stupid, Eren.”

Eren snapped his fingers prior to running off to the building your dorm was in. He was so glad you didn’t choose a building that was far from the building with classes on the inside . He ran past Annie and Pieck bidding them hellos and goodbyes as quickly as he said it. He Slid in the elevator saying a few sentences to the two people that were already in the elevator: Reiner and Bertolt. After some time he finally made it to the opening of your dorm with the pleas and begs to be let into the dorm area by the front desk student employer and she let him since she had a crush on him once.

He only came to your dorm twice. One time for a school project and the second time for a place to chill and talk to each other. You two weren’t exactly in a relationship, yet. You both are in the talking stage so you didn’t really invite him to your room like that. Luckily he memorized the room number as he finally came to a stop in front of it: 313b.

Eren took a deep breath before knocking on the door. He waited for you to answer but you didn’t. He grew even more worried so he began banging on the door, calling out your name as well. Everyone on your floor could hear this commotion and you were embarrassed even if you were on the inside trudging to the door with your cover over your body. You could only imagine what people on your floor are thinking about this.

The banging got louder as you came to a stop in front of it, “ Go away, E’. Not in the mood for anything or anyone right now.” Eren placed his hand on the door while leaning his forehead against it. “ Come on, yn. Let me in. Look, I know you’re not in the mood right now but please can we just maybe sit in silence on the inside? I need to know if you’re okay.”

You huffed, “ You’re hearing me fine as of right now, E’, so I don’t understand why you need to know if I’m okay. I’m good.” You paused because you knew you were lying to him and yourself. “ Yeah I’m good, so please just go to your room and leave me be.”

“ Y/n, Listen I know everyone has days like this, so it’s up to their friend to make their days better. Please let me in?”, Eren says, jiggling the doorknob. “ Please, I wanna be close to you.” You hesitantly opened the door revealing Eren with his sleeve tattoos showing and his hair down in a middle part, some hair tucked behind his ear showing his beautiful jade eyes clearly.

Eren took in your look and wanted to hug you until he couldn't. Your cover covered most of your body but your hair was out of its bonnet, which was a huge no-no in his mind because you always wore a bonnet whenever you were comfy in your dorm room. So that’s how he knows you’re not okay.

You moved to the side and he came in sitting on your desk chair— spinning the chair to face your bed, “ Whenever you’re ready, you can talk. I’m listening while writing something down. We’re getting you out of this room whether you like it or not.” You couldn’t even argue because you were mentally drained. School fucking sucks the fun out of the college expeirence but no one talks about it.

Moving to the bed to plop down on your stomach felt so good, you just wanted to lay down all day and here he comes, demanding to take you out of it. Oh, how you wanted to curse him for life for disturbing your saddening peace.

30 seconds passed and all you could hear was Eren messing with your school materials bucket and your desk drawer— searching for index cards, “ Yes, finally found them.” He was mildly whispering and it was a little funny to you because he was never good at whispering even in your high school years.

The clock was turning and the sound of his writing was beauty to your ear drums. He was basically doing an asmr for you and you were almost falling asleep but the squeak of your desk chair pulled you out of you dozing off, making you roll your eyes.

After 30 minutes or so, you stopped hearing Eren writing and rocking back and forth in your chair. You could practically feel his jade green eyes digging into the back of your head as his breathing got more heavier. So, you decided to talk because the silence and the feeling of being stared at killed you, “ School.” Eren leaned forward with his elbows on his knees trying to hear you better. “ What about school? What’s going on?”

You sighed before turning over to face the ceiling with your arms around your comfort stuffie Armin brought you as a birthday gift. “ School has been so exhausting and I’m ready to quit, E’.” Eren moved his chair closer to the bed as you continued speaking, “ the work. The money. The food expenses. Everything. Yesterday I had to turn in a thirteen page essay about the 1916 project, then on top of that I have to battle with chem 101 work. Those fucking atomic theories and all that other annoying ass shit. The school lunch is horrible, don’t know how hard it is for a fucking college that we pay for to have a decent meal. I’m just … just so overwhelmed with everything.”

His heart felt heavy for you because he felt like this once too, he felt like it was the end of the world and there was no one who could pull him off the dark stairs he was walking down until you and his other friends opened the other door he didn’t even see when he was walking down blindly through the darkness. So he made it his duty and honor to do the same for everyone else, especially you.

“ E, I’m this close to dropping out and it’s sickening because my mother and father put everything into these past two years of college—I’m halfway there. Idkk… I just want to take a break for a little while.”, You say, finishing your little rant to him with a few silent tears down your beautiful eyes.

Eren learned to kiss your salty tears away, causing you to be taken by surprise. “ Can we do something really quick, I can’t say anything that can ease your mind so I’ll just let my actions keep your mind from walking through the darkness and overload that college has to offer right now for you.” He moved over to your desk in the computer-like chair to collect the index cards. “ I know you’ve seen this so many times so why not make it reality for you. Pick one.”

He held out two cars facing him with sticky notes blocking the view from behind to stop you from cheating while you picked the cards. Sniffling, you took the card on the right as he smiled at you knowing you’re gonna love it.

You turned the card over and cracked a hurt smile at the words on the card, “ 100 dollars?! Really, ren’.” He laughed with his head thrown back and his hair crowding his face, hiding his beautiful smile, “ Princess, you know that’s not the end of this and besides, even if you hate that it’s coming out of my pockets, I don’t care. You deserve it for existing.”

You couldn’t help but to smile behind your plushie you now held to block your face, “ You’re so irritating.” Eren smirked— running his fingers through his long, pretty healthy hair. Afterwards, he held up two new cards with a pink and blue sticky note on the back of them, “ Go on, baby. Pick one.”

Sitting up at the edge of the bed and in between his legs— almost, you picked the left card with the pink sticky note on the back. Turning it over, you gasped at the result, “ Starbucks, haven’t had that in forever.” You smiled sitting the card down. “ What does the other one say?” Eren grinned whilst flipping the card over to show you the writing, “ It was the bookstore shop, I know how much you love reading books so I wanted to take you.” He shoved the other cards into his black jacket pocket— standing up to walk to your closet. You were honestly glad you were this comfortable and secure with him, plus you didn’t have a Roommate so that’s maybe why you’re really at ease.

Eren brought out several clothes, tripping over your shoes spread out all over your floor when walking towards your bed. Throwing the clothes on the bed with the shoes he pulled from under your bed positioned below the outfit, “ Put these on, we’re gonna take your mind off this shit hole we're in, hope you’re ready. See you in 20 or maybe 30 depending on your time freshening up of course.

You watched him walk out the door, texting on his phone prior to laying back on the bed, kicking your feet and giggling in excitement. You needed this and you were gonna get it. Today is all about you, not school, not work. You.

After some time of cleaning yourself up, you managed to make it out to Eren’s car, hopping in. You two didn’t really talk in the car since you were still a little down from being dragged out here but grateful—nevertheless. He’s been trying to get you to talk but you only said about two or three words a sentence. Luckily it didn’t take that much time for you two to arrive at Starbucks.

You were about to open the door but he smacked your hand, giving you a pointed look. “ You know we don’t do that.” You had a little smile as he got out to walk to your side, opening the door with his beautiful smile on display, “ Your hand, mi lady.” Your smile widened a little when he kissed your hand as he grabbed it to help you into the car. He’s always been such a gentlemen with you and you loved it.

Eren interwined his hands with yours— walking into the Starbucks which was luckily almost empty. People were just sitting down and talking with their drink and little cake pops.

“ I either get my favorite or something elsee… You know I always have a hard time deciding what to get, there are too many good ones. What’s your favorite, E’?”, you say while looking at the menu, squinting a little. Eren was paying attention to you the entire time you were talking and you didn’t even notice. Do you ever? The answer is no.

Eren's eyes widened when he noticed you tilting your head whilst looking at him in confusion, “ What’s wrong, ren’? I asked you a question and you zoned out.” Eren cleared his throat prior to taking his eyes off you. “ Oh, my bad, babe. I like the salted caramel mocha with dark caramel foam, the foam adds so much to the drink. It’s really good.”

You hummed, turning back to the menu. Luckily a lightbulb came to your head— “ wait, I think I wanted to try one on my phone. Hold on.” You went to your photos and searched Starbucks in the search bar to find different varieties of drink mixes you wanted to try. You scrolled while Eren ordered his drink for Floch to take, he happens to be the cashier right now. Eren noticed the little looks floch snuck in as he was talking to him. He knew floch had a little crush on you ever since last year, so he gently put his hand behind your lower back, caressing it in the act of you're still searching in your phone.

Jealousy was a beautiful and ugly thing, right now it was beautiful on Eren. His jade green eyes were narrowed as he still spoke to floch with a now hard but mellow tone. Floch for sure took notice and almost smirked a little bit at how foolish he was acting, in his opinion. He thought you were always so sweet and pretty so why wouldn’t he fall for you at the same time as Eren trying to court you.

“ Okay, I got my order ready, floch? Wow I didn’t know you worked here. Nice to see you as well, but may I please get the - your choice- please?”, you asked as you told him the right ingredients for the drink you choose— afterwards. Floch loved hearing you speak to him so he was rushing to complete your drink even after you told him to take his time.

You turned to eren smiling, “ May I taste it? Here I’m gonna get another str-” eren held out his drink with a look that’s telling you he doesn’t care if it’s the same straw. You reluctantly took his drink and wrapped your two- toned pretty lips around the top drinking from it. It tasted so good in your mouth, you had to get this flavor again.

Eren was watching you with a dry mouth the entire time. He was such a fanboy for you and you weren’t even a superstar but to him, you were his superstar. God, did he sound so corny in his mind. He can’t help it around you. This was the best step, I mean you always shared chips or other snacks whereas when you two shared beverages you always did a waterfall or grabbed the nearest cup— rinsing it out.

Floch called your name as he flashed a smile at you to which you became very shy since the way he was staring at you was unusual. Floch was sometimes a cool guy in the past, you didn’t really talk to him to say the same now.

You grabbed your drink from Floch after giving Eren his back, “ Thank you, Floch. See you around.” Floch was smiling into space because when you grabbed your drink his hand touched your hand creating butterflies in his stomach. He couldn’t wait to ask you out, hopefully he will do it before Eren. That’s why he gave you a little surprise with your drink.

“ Can I taste yours? It looks too good to not ask, sorry.”, Eren says as he eyed your drink with a cute scrunched up face. He didn’t even know his face was scrunched up because he was too busy mad at what he’s seeing on your drink. You let out a small laugh, handing him your drink, oblivious to the small number on the receipt, placed on the Starbucks cup.

Eren held the door open with his back as each drink was held in each hand. You two walked out as Eren took a sip from your drink almost walking back to get his own from the way your drink tasted. He hurried and snatched the receipt off, ripping off the part where his number was displayed when you were looking around, always being aware of your surroundings. Eren turned to you and held out your drink with a little smirk displayed on his face. You raised your eyebrow, “ What did you do?”

He shrugged, “ Nothing, now come on, today’s not done. I’ve got a few ideas in mind.” You smiled as he opened the car door for you letting you get inside. He closed the door, walking to his side afterwards. He almost dropped his drink while getting into the car, making both of you panic because that was gonna be hard to clean up.

Eren sat his cup down into his cup holder anterior to him fishing for the cards in his jacket pocket, he held up the next two card with a orange and yellow sticky note in the back of it this time, “ Pick one.” You thought carefully afore picking the orange card with your eyes closed. Turning it over you were confused, “ What’s the paint job? Eren are you trying to t-”

Eren almost choked on his saliva laughing at your answer, after he got himself together he answered you, “ Not that kind of paint job, honey. It’s a place, you need to let out your frustrations and I think that’s a perfect method. Our rage room is closed for renovation right now so I was gonna have to go out of the city if you choose the yellow card. Not that I mind, get to spend more time with my girl.”

Your ears were heating up as you heard what he said ‘ his girl’. You loved the sound of that coming out of his pretty pink lips. You wouldn’t even mind giving him a paint job. You smiled at him, “ can’t wait to see this, never heard of that before.”

You two were talking during the car ride to the paint job. Most of the topics were about your friends and family having a fun time with your close friends. You two reminisce about upsetting Armin when you volunteered to help him bake just for it to turn into a disaster with flour everywhere and some of his backings burned — cough cough Eren’s fault.

When you two arrived the parking lot was semi-full and the place was huge and pretty on the outside, so you can just imagine the inside of it. On the outside, the paint job had a paint splat next to the name colored in light blue, the brick walls were colored light pink and the outline of the bay windows was light purple. Making this look like a doll house.

You looked up in awe while Eren looked at you the same way you looked at the building. “ This is so beautiful, I love the colors so much.” Eren chuckled at the warm energy coming from you, taking a look at the color of the place where everyone comes to rage while his hand rested over your back trying so desperately to not trail his hands, “ let’s go, baby doll. I got a feeling you’re going to have so much fun.”

Looking at him as he held your hand in one of his hands, opening the door with his free one, “ no we’re going to have fun. This is for both of us now. You didn’t think when I was at school that I didn’t see the stress in your eyes as you gave me that tired but still pretty ass smile. You need to have fun just as much as me, ren’.” Eren looked at you with wide eyes because no one else noticed the layers of stress developing in his eyes this past week, he always kept to himsel, just like someone you knew all too well.

Eren smiled at you with a real smile this time, eyes closed and all, “ You’re right, baby. We will enjoy this. I thank you for paying attention to that, I just don’t know how to openly talk about my struggles without getting too emotional. Don’t wanna seem like a pussy in front of you now, that wouldn’t be cool at all.” You scoff loudly at him, making sure he heard it before speaking, “ Boy, please don’t ever say that shit again, I don’t like when men do that. When you’re with me, you express every emotion and feeling you have inside of you.”

You grabbed his face pulling him close to yours just to look into his eyes, “ I’m gonna touch your face when I say this, Ren’, don’t you ever feel like you’re gonna be a pussy when you’re with me expressing yourself. It not only hurts you, it hurts me because I feel like you don’t trust me enough to show me your real emotions and feelings. I’m always here for you and I already can see that you’re here for me, you don’t gotta say it back to me because you showed me countless times. Okay? So stop that.”

Eren almost wanted to cry because his ex and father left him scarred so to hear this from the woman he loves even after the end of the world is very endearing. Eren looked at you with love laced in his eyes, “ {reader}, I lo-” a voice interrupted Eren’s confession, causing him to roll his eyes sighing loudly afterwards.

“ Hey, hey, ready to paint walls? That’s a double entendre by the way.”, Connie says coming down the hallway laughing and pointing at you and Eren. Eren almost smacked his head against the wall on the side of you two. For one, this lame joke and two for him not doing this outside that way Connie and everyone else wouldn’t even know that they were here.

“ Connie, I haven’t seen you in forever, how are you and the others?”, you asked as you went in for a hug and he gladly accepted it because he missed you just like the rest of them.

Connie pulled away and was about to answer you until you felt someone jump on your back screaming your name. Just by the faint smell of peaches, you knew it was Sasha, “ Sasha!! Oh wow, I missed you. All of you.”

You turned around with Sasha now off your back clinging to your right arm whereas eren clung to your left one. When you turned, you saw almost everyone here. Jean stepped up and smiled at you, “ We missed you too.”

Mikasa smirked at you and Eren. She shipped you two like you were a part of her favorite movie as a couple. She knew of Eren's feelings so she was happy at the little affection you two had going on, “ Don’t you ever leave us out again, {reader}. I was so concerned about why you aren’t showing up to class. We’re talking about it later.” Your close lip smile brought joy to everyone because they could see the shimmer of light slowly coming back into your eyes as you heard their voices.

Armin laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder whilst he was in front of you, “ Yeah, as I told you before, happiness is not about whether you can get a job or finish getting your degree, it’s about you. Happiness is about listening to yourself whether it’s your mind, body, or soul. Please take care of yourself, {reader}. You don’t deserve to suffer alone, we’re all gonna suffer with you just to pick you back up.”

You so badly wanted to cry because your heart was releasing the toxic gas of stubbornness and unhappiness as you looked around at your friends. Just seeing Annie, Pieck, Reiner, Bert., and of course you main 5 was so important to you. You needed this, to be around friends. No, family.

You all walked up to the counter with Eren asking the lady about his reservations he made. Your brain finally started turning again and the thoughts made you gasp— smiling as you looked over at Eren, “ E’, did you plan this ahead of time.”

As everyone else was putting on their goggles, shower caps, and coveralls, he spoke to you, “ Actually I didn’t, I told them that you needed a get away and that I’m planning on taking you to either the rage room or paint splatter rooms. They did a coin toss— heads being the rage room, tails being the paint splatter room. Keep in mind that they did this coin toss with no acknowledgment that you picked one already. They would’ve been pissed if it landed on heads. Would’ve been hilarious to me though.”

You laughed at the thought of them going to the rage room instead and being very angry when you two didn’t show up, “ Yeah, that would’ve been video worthy too.” You changed into the attire you had to wear due to not wanting to get paint in your hair or clothes.

Afterwards, you all headed to the plain white room that was available for you all. You all were playing with the equipment you all had on while walking and skipping through the hallway. You knew this was going to be an unforgettable experience, sharing it with your family and the man you were in love with.

You all stood there in silence not knowing how to throw the first paint splatter until you felt some on your coveralls. You looked down at yourself covered in yellow paint preliminary to looking back up and seeing a dazzling smile with an eyebrow cocked up as in issuing a challenge to you, “ Eren, I’m gonna kill you. We’re supposed to be painting the walls.”, as you put emphasis on the wall you hurried over and grabbed the red paint brush splatting eren with paint. “ Now what?”

Mikasa was minding her own business with Armin as they painted the wall while laughing with each other while Connie was running from Jean who picked up an entire can of pink paint, “ Come on, Connie. You don’t like pink, I heard you watched my little pony with your sisters last night. Why not have their own pinky pir in the flesh.” Sasha was laughing at them until Pieck splashed her with blue paint. Sasha stopped laughing as her eyes twitched in giddiness and excitement, she was going to devour Pieck for getting her first, “ You are so on, Pieck. Ymir you’re next and after that is Reiner.”

Ymir was on alert until she got an entire paint can dumped on her head by Porco and Annie causing her to scream in horror at her body being covered in orange paint. You didn’t want to laugh but couldn’t help it when she yelled her girlfriend's name in hopes of rescuing her, and Historia was already there with black paint splattering all over Porco and Annie. Reiner and Bert. were enjoying themselves until you and Eren splashed them with two different purples: violet and lavender. Half of the room and people were covered in paint while the other half wasn’t due to different arts being displayed on the wall.

This was what fun is. You were having so much fun with your family and this is where you belong. You felt safe, welcomed, and loved whenever you were with these people. Nothing but laughs, screams, horse playing, and you and eren rolling around in paint while trying to get one another was heard throughout the room. You felt so much has shifted just from these last few hours and you were right because now you and eren were saying bye to everyone after spending two hours in the splatter room.

You waved to your friends out the window, smiling your usual smile without you, yourself, noticing that your actual smile was back, yet they did. They noticed and couldn’t help but to wave back, “ See you all and thank you all for being with me today, I really appreciated this so much, love you all and goodnight.”

Mikasa made a little phone gesture to remind you to call her after today with Eren as he pulled off with his hand placed on your thigh. He was already driving with one hand and looked so damn good while doing it. The tattoos that painted his arms were so intriguing to you. One arm was a full sleeve with faces of his mother and flowers surrounding her trailing all the way down to his wrist. The other one was a half sleeve filled with meanful drawings and a spider tattoo on the inside of his forearm. His hair was still down with a swoop of hair behind his ear, blunt behind his ear to hold it in place.

He was cruising to calling on you by Jon b with the stars above you on the car roof and in the sky. You had an amazing time today, but would this be considered a dat-. Eren chuckled, “ not yet, this is the pre- first date, princess. Did you have fun today?” Yes, you were mumbling to yourself.

You covered your mouth, yawning into your hand. “ Yeah I had so much fun today, I literally forgot about college until I realized we’re driving back to my dorm. I was also thinking about what you were gonna say earlier today in the back of my mind, do you mind repeating it?” Eren looked over at you— suddenly whipping the car into a parking space in the Saint Smith avenue park lot with the abandoned cvs on the street of Paradise.

The roar of his engine died down as he cut off his car, looking over at you, “ I was going to say I love you, {reader}. There’s not a day in life where I can not stop thinking about you. Every time you came into that class, I wondered what perfume you were going to wear, what clothes you were going to wear, what hairstyle you were going to do, your natural hair or the other hairstyles you wore. I also wondered about what lip gloss you’ll bring, seeing you clearly have a preference for { your favorite lipgloss/lip balm/ carmex} instead. I paid attention to what pen or pencil you would write with, don’t even get me started on most things I’ve been noticing about you ever since I met you in 8th grade. I fucking love you and could not imagine my life with { reader’s first and last name}. I tried that shit for three days and did not like it at all.”

You were in awe at his confession and was about to say your own, but he spoke again, “ Can I kiss you?” You nodded your head in a meek manner to his question, “ Yes, you can, Ren’.” He smiled as he pulled you into a slow kiss with his hand on the side of your cheek. His lips felt like warm marshmallows on your own soft { favorite lip material }. He loved the taste of the flavor you had on your pretty plump lips. Your apple cheeks may be his second favorite feature on your body. Your stomach was his second after your eyes. Eyes were so important to Eren, he couldn’t explain it but whenever he looked into yours, he escaped to another place where he’s free of everything but you. That was a perfect world to him.

Your tongues moved against each other like two bodies covered in honey. You savored the taste of eren in your mouth as your tongues swirled with one another. You felt like you were about to suffocate from the lightness your head was feeling right now. The kiss was beautiful to you as you both took your time exploring each other's mouths. You heard his seat belt unbuckle prior to getting a tap on your thigh after he broke the kiss with your saliva disconnecting with the kiss, “ Get in the back, I wanna eat your pussy baby, I can’t take it and need to taste you. And you’re gonna taste how you look, I already know that, that’s for sure. But before that, may I eat your pussy, my pretty butterfly?”

Your pussy got wet just off the deep tone of his voice alone and the words he was using was the icing on the cake, so you spoke in a low voice, “ Yes, E’. Please eat my pussy, I need your tongue inside of me so bad right now.” Eren smiled as you finished your statement, “ Good, hope you’re ready baby, now go.”

You took off your seat belt before slowly climbing to the back trying not to knock over or break anything. You laid down as soon as your body sat down on his back seats— sliding down/ taking off whatever bottom wear you had on, leaving yourself in your panties.

Eren eyes were trailing from your head and down to your thighs and pretty chubby feet. He was so in love with you and your chubby body. He always had a thing for you and he was about to show you right now.

Eren paused his movement, reaching in his middle compartment grabbing a packet out of there. He turned away from you while you stared at him in wonder of what he’s doing. After a minute or so, he turned around with a devilish smile on his face, “ Ready?” You nodded at him and watched as he opened his door just to come to the backseat of the car where your feet were at.

When he opened it, the breeze dancing along your pussy was wonderful. He told you to sit up against the door of the car and you did just that. All the while, he was watching your every move like a mantis watching its prey, Eren stuck out his tongue— tapping his index and middle finger on his stud tongue ring he got three months ago.

Laying on his stomach with his face in between your legs; Eren kissed your inner thighs with tender touches to them, he was whispering to himself— “ God, you’re so damn beautiful. I wanna stay down here forever.” Your big thighs were crowding around his head as you peered down at him in lust, “ Come on, E’. Stop teasing please.”

Eren placed two more wet kisses to your upper inner thighs— laying his head on your right thigh afterwards during which he lays his eyes upon you with a low gaze and small smirk tracing along his lips, “ don’t be impatient baby, a man gotta admire and appreciate a special piece of art in front of him right now. This is a special edition because I get to touch this, like this. Eren proceeds to place both arms under and around your thighs bringing his entire face to your wet, soaked pussy leaking through your panties. He breathed in your scent and almost moaned at the thought of him tasting and fucking into this glorious pussy.

He kept eye contact with you as he placed three big smooches on the outline of your fat pussy against the fabric of your soaked panties. He smiled at your body shuddering underneath his arms whilst looking around to see if anyone is looking at him and you in the back of his white BMW X5 truck. You could almost taste the smell of this new car and you hate that this is about your second time riding in this since he never brought it out until now and the other time he picked you up to go get food.

You didn’t know what it was but when he placed his thumbs underneath your fupa lifting it a bit with his hand prior to lifting his head up higher to bite the band of your panties to pull them down— his pretty white teeth showing perfectly— you caught butterflies in your stomach, clit twitching in anticipation at this action. He slipped them off and put them into his front seat back pockets. He was gonna try to have a collection of your panties in his car and dorm. When summertime comes, he’ll keep some in his house. That’s how much he plans on fucking you.

Meanwhile, You couldn’t even think right now when he was just staring at your pussy on full display in front of him. It was like he was trying to take a photographic memory in his mind and keep it there. With Eren, it wouldn’t be so much of a surprise if he did. He stuck out his long, hot tongue licking the opening of your inner labia. You whimpered at the feeling of his warm tongue in your pussy and when he heard that he had no choice but to keep flicking his tongue up and down your pussy in complete desperation. His moans were audible as he flicked his tongue— making little mmm noises as he licked around your pussy. The feeling of his tongue tracing your pussy lips were astonishing, he was admiring you even with his tongue.

You grippped his hair, pushing it to the side to really see his face, “ Ahh fuck, Eren. Make this pussy cum, Mmgh.” Eren put more pressure into eating you out as his tongue was now moving in circles. As he was slurping up his spit and your juices, he placed two hands on the back of your thighs—slightly lifting them up to make your pussy even more fatter and seen. Eren loved the taste of your pussy in his mouth, he pulled away to catch a breath, “ shit! Your pussy is a fucking ocean right now. Don’t cum until I say you can, okay princess?”

You didn’t hear anything he said, especially when you felt a dripping liquid plant itself on your pussy, it was his spit and you wanted him to do it again, “ ple..please, do that again, E’.” Eren took his mouth off your pussy, slowly spitting on your pussy. You moaned at the feeling of his spit hitting your clit and at the way he looked right now, “ Fuck! you look so pretty doing that Eren, please continue.” You honestly forgot that you two were in public because this was the greasiest you ever felt, you could only imagine how his dick gonna taste and feel like.

Eren quickly went back to creating zig zag motions with his tongue. He felt your pussy opening and closing and knew he had to add his fingers in, so he did add two fingers in making you gasp with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He watched as you bit your lips with a loud hmm moan, God!, were you perfect right now, “ You like that huh? You like when I put two fingers inside this slippery pussy, fucking hell {reader}, can’t wait until I fuck you.” Eren’s tongue moved quickly over your clit as he spoke so whatever he said was muffled a little bit but you could still pinpoint what he was saying.

Your moans were getting louder as he twisted his hand to have his fingers twist and curl up inside you just right. Spit and pussy juice dripped down your pussy and Eren’s face was like a thirsty person spilling water on them as they were drinking it on a hot sunny day. You both were enjoying yourself at this moment that you didn’t realize your big thighs were clamped around his head at the same time as your hands gripping Eren’s hair in a tight ponytail form, he was for sure going to have a headache tomorrow. Your moans were so pretty coming out your mouth, “ Fuck, fuck, fuck, M’cummin ren’! Let me cum! Let me cumm…. Pleasee fuck~” the word “fuck” was dragged out long because of him sucking on your clit while his hands sped up even more making wet squelch sounds as he moved in and out of you.

Eren nodded his head at your demand, letting you tighten and untighten around his thick fingers inside of your wet cunt. He felt like he was gonna suffocate from the way you tighten your thighs around his head, but hey that’ll be a good way to go out in his book. Luckily, your legs went limp on the side of his body. One leg against the seat and the other hanging off the seat with your feet on the car floor. Your screams were loud and your body shook underneath him, cream was cummin out of your pussy and onto his fingers. Eren’s shirt at the top was covered in sweat and juice from your pussy.

Eren watched with hooded eyes at your body calming down,” That’s it, cum for me, pretty girl. You’ve done such a good job containing yourself from cummin.” He leaned down to lick his fingers before licking around your hole opening and closing. “ Mmgh, stop before I squirt, you had enough~.”, you screamed the last part, dragging the word out as your pussy was now squirting in his face. He did it on purpose because he flicked your clit with his finger, “ Ahhh, ren’, Ren’ stop, fucking dick.” Eren laughed at your reaction as your pussy was squirting back at him in response to him flicking your clit playfully. He stopped on your command though.

Afterwards, Eren helped slip { your bottom clothing gear of your choice} on without panties this time. He took off his shirt showing his 8 pack, chest tattoos, and full arm tattoos. His body was sculpted to the max. Meanwhile your body was tired and you couldn’t even push the bottom half of your body up when he put back on your clothes. Eren took his shirt and whipped his car seats off, throwing the shirt in the trunk afterwards. You let out a tired sigh and he chuckled at that, “ You wanna get a 30 minute rest and just stay like this.” Eren kissed your nose and your forehead, looking you in your eyes after that.

You nodded and kissed his lips, “ I just need a pillow for my back, but I don’t think you have th- oh you do.” He grabbed the pillow from his trunk as soon as you said you didn’t think he had one, “ Let me guess, you got a cover too.” You pleaded the pillow behind your back and got comfortable, well tried to. Eren laid on your stomach with his hair covering his face, nodding his head at your comment, “ Yeah.”

You took the black scrunchie off your right hand, tied his hair up in a high bun, placed a kiss on his forehead afterwards, “ I love you, now close the door and get some rest with me.” Eren got up again to close the door. He reclined the backseats back a little— laying back down on your stomach with his body between your legs. “ I love you too, my sweet doll. Get some rest, babe.” You yawned and dozed off to la la land after the good session you had. He was finally yours as you were his.

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free-and-to-none-accountable · 2 years

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Posted on September 30, 2022 by Jay Bettencourt

In an uproarious interview with Vice published in 2013, the philosopher Slavoj Zizek describes a dynamic all too familiar to many workers today. He says, today “a typical boss no longer wants to be a boss.” He goes on to describe how, in the postmodern workplace, workers are forced to pretend their employers are their friends. You have to be overly polite, give the boss a hug, “exchange vulgarities,” and so on. The whole time both parties act like this is a relationship of friends and equals.

Management sometimes goes to absurd lengths to keep up this illusion. They will go out for after work drinks or parties with workers, engage socially during off time, invite workers to funerals and weddings, and even try to position themselves as on the side of workers, really. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard my manager say, “I’m on your side guys. I asked the owner for a wage increase but he said no and there’s nothing else I can do.”

This game wears you down fast, especially if you work a low-wage job. Management or HR expects you to maintain a good, polite mood and passion for your job while making your life materially miserable. Some even deploy a line like, “this is a very chill workplace, I try not to be too hard on you guys” as if it were a benefit like decent healthcare or ample vacation time, which are usually missing. All the while, consumer price inflation leaps ahead, wages stagnate, and working conditions steadily decline.

On the flip side, this dynamic can lead to some workers trying to overperform to impress the boss or play into favoritism to secure preferred treatment and respite. Management’s intrusion into the off-hours social lives of their workforce can also act as a form of social surveillance and conditioning on the workers – you can’t talk frankly or even safely vent about your issues if your management is there. Or, if you do, management can easily use that to bribe, isolate, or otherwise retaliate against workers. They threaten to stop being nice.

When you dispense with the niceties and pull back the curtain, the whole sham reveals itself as a classic divide-and-conquer strategy. Employers set up pay structures and work conditions that pit workers against each other in productivity competitions. But to keep workers from cutting each other’s throats, management’s “door is always open” for workers to vent to a friendly ear if they want. Management wants workers to have good social relations only with them. Snitching and ratting out are encouraged, every worker is expected to be a teacher’s pet, and the only way to get any relief from poor working conditions is to play into a manager’s favoritism.

The late Mark Fisher touches on this form of working class isolation in his hard-hitting 2009 book Capitalist Realism. Like Zizek, he hones in on the postmodern workplace and argues that this pervasive structurelessness serves to both alienate workers from each other and break our will to fight. He illustrates this with a point about discipline; during the earlier parts of the 20th Century, workers were regularly subjected to rigid discipline directly from capital, the state, or their agents. Today, workers are socially conditioned to have a “good work ethic,” practice “self-discipline,” and “hustle” to increase labor productivity instead of withstanding discipline meted out by the employer. Management hardly has to intervene.

Furthermore, Fisher argues that this state of affairs conditions working class resistance to capitalism into useless individualized channels like consumer activism. Without knowledge of a class structure (and capitalists pretending to be Just Like Us), there is no clear target to force into giving us what we want. And thus, the problems of capitalism feel as though they have no beginning and no end, intractable as the movement of the planets around the sun.

Unfortunately, Fisher does not offer us much in the way of practical advice for moving forward. Luckily, the IWW is full of battle-hardened class warriors who have learned many hard lessons over the years. In my personal experience, the “nice employer” has proved one of the toughest barriers to getting a union drive off the ground. I generally see management organizing after-work socials, happy hours, and events much more than workers themselves. In my own workplace, managers join workers for game nights and often accompany workers on outdoor activities like biking or camping. It seems they will do anything to make workers forget that the labor relationship is anything besides fundamentally economic in nature.

Management’s deep tendrils in workers social lives tends to make workers reluctant to take actions that may jeopardize their friendships. Organizers must know who is close to whom in the workplace in order to avoid this trap and prevent management from turning workplace leaders and other workers against an organizing effort early on. In our Organizer Training 101, we teach new Wobblies this, what we call Social Mapping, as one of the very first steps in a budding union drive.

In that section, trainees learn that the workplace is already organized. Only, it is organized by management with the capitalist’s interests in mind – usually for maximum labor productivity and profit extraction. I see management’s efforts to infiltrate and structure (or isolate) workers’ social lives as a deliberate way they organize the workplace. It is the organizer’s job to clearly see that and start to break management’s structure down. But organizers must know the lay of the land first if we are to make effective strides toward collective action.

Once the organizers are armed with a good understanding of the social structure and who the leaders are in the workplace, they can start building relationships and pulling workers away from management toward the nascent union with Agitation and Education, or even before that starting to “socialize the workplace;” i.e. developing relationships with coworkers outside of management’s view. This step may be increasingly necessary to counteract the growing alienation and isolation of the modern workplace and getting workers to care about each other and be a bit more involved in each other’s lives. This is the raw material that class consciousness and class conflict is built on, but it can take time and effort to grow.

While Fisher is a bit nihilistic about our prospects, Zizek goes on to say in his interview, “the first step toward liberation is to force [the boss] to really behave like a boss.” He is a bit glib, but his point is a good one. In today’s muddy waters where class organization has been suppressed almost to nil and everyone is forced to act as if they are an “independent contractor” who works for the passion of it, even drawing the lines clearly seems like a radical step. But it is a necessary one that can cut through the confusing fog of modern existence and lay the groundwork for a brighter, revolutionary future free of capitalist exploitation. As the old labor saying goes, “united we fight, divided we beg.” I, for one, am sick of begging.

We must be able to bring our coworkers together to see past management’s superficial niceness in order to fight for that future. I teach new Wobblies in Organizer Trainings that one of the most important and powerful parts of Agitation and Education is helping our coworkers slice through the propaganda to see the world for how it really is. In this case, management’s politeness comprises a small tactic in a much larger strategy on the part of Capital to delude workers and maintain labor peace. We must help our coworkers stand firm for ourselves, together, against management. We can’t be afraid of not being nice –in fact, we can use it as a weapon just like they do.

Furthermore, in many workplaces management remains the sole puppetmaster of workers’ social lives. Modern management theory seems to have recognized the fractured state of the working class and seeks to prevent our organization by relentlessly trying to mediate, filter, and prescribe workers’ social lives. I think this is a key to building an effective organizing committee; sometimes even before having one-on-ones, IWW organizers must build up some on-the-job social life to pull workers away from management. Meet up for coffee and chit-chat. Have small group events with no managers. Having a stake in each other’s lives is a crucial building block toward effective one-on-ones and toward the trust necessary for taking collective action.

Slow, steady building will pay off in the long run. Take the time to build some friendships and other long-term relationships in the workplace. Agitate and Educate coworkers effectively. Over time, we can build strong worker committees that can finally drop the curtain of politeness, make clear demands, and take collective action to materially improve all our lives. Just don’t fall for the bait.

Jay Bettencourt is an Organizer Trainer with the IWW. Read more about the history of the IWW Organizer Training program here.

Contact the IWW today if you want to start organizing at your job.

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Big fan of The Charon Situation being just so incurably screwed up. If ever there were a person equipped to have full control over an adult man’s free will, it’s definitely not the Lone Wanderer. Even the most educated, well-meaning, and genuinely righteous LW couldn’t handle the responsibility. She’s a teenager raised in an insular totalitarian ant farm who’s suddenly been thrust into a world with no authorities, no guidance.

Which creates a wonderful dynamic with Charon. If Ahzrukhal is to be believed, he was raised this way - he never had the chance to be an adult, taking risks, shouldering responsibility, gaining independence. His parents probably weren’t in the picture for long. I imagine his lack of agency causes him to be emotionally immature sometimes - how can you learn to solve problems like an adult if all the adults in your life treat you like a weapon or a dog or a houseplant?

This guy has to be so screwed up in every way. According to the game guide, he just doesn’t sleep?? Or Azzy never let him sleep? He has that idiosyncratic formal speech pattern, he worries a lot, and the only personal detail we know about him is that guns make him happy. He also kind of openly hates the player’s guts sometimes (he’s sarcastic when given certain commands, is joyfully mean about the GECK, and basically sentences you to death in the non-canon base game ending). No matter how hard the LW tries, some damaged part of him will always resent her authority. She could be a thousand times kinder, fairer, and more just than all his previous employers combined, but she’s still one of them. He still doesn’t have free will.

That power is illegitimate for a reason. There’s no way not to misuse it eventually, especially for a teenager with endless stress and trauma of her own. You’re fighting and you tell him to shut up so you can have the last word. You get a significant other and he gets left home with the dog some nights. You take a quest path he doesn’t approve of and he has to grit his teeth and go along with it.

It’s not fair, can never be fair, and that’s the perfect dynamic to explore. Because as much as he hates her, he loves her too. She literally saved him from Hell on earth, gave him the opportunity to be a force for good. He’s not dumb, he knows that the problem is the contract, not her. Over the years they’ll mature together and learn how to fix a lot of these problems. There are so many unique challenges to creating a healthy relationship out of… that.

(A lot of writers have the contract get destroyed, especially for 😉 reasons. There’s nothing in the game indicating that can’t happen, and it works fine for their purposes. I just think it’s more fun for it to be a continuous obstacle.)

#i’m not addicted to longposting i can stop whenever i want #fallout #fallout 3 #charon #charon fallout #fallout charon #fallout 3 charon #Charon fallout 3 #fo3 #charon fo3 #dogmeat #the lone wanderer #lone wanderer #fo3 charon #ghouls

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libraincarnate · 1 year

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astrology notes: 5 🌷💐🌸

quick note: i'm absolutely not an astrologer. these are just a collection of some observations, thoughts, theories, and personal experiences. with that being said, i'm still learning along the way & i may come back to edit this post to make corrections. above all this is just for fun. lastly, keep in mind that i’m not reading your birth chart and i know nothing about you. these are just some possibilities that may or may not apply to you. enjoy!

◦ libra in the 11th house: the popular friend, everyone always wants to hang out with you, getting invited places. playful flirting with your friends. friends could have a crush on you. hmm, perhaps friends with benefits? they make every one of their friends feel included. this placement screams social awareness. they know how to behave & present themselves in various social gatherings, from informal to upper class events. if you’re a guy, you might have a lot of female friends. with libra being about fairness/justice & easily seeing things from different perspectives, these qualities are also beneficial in the 11th house which relates to debates & politics as well.

◦ chiron in the 8th house: experiencing financial problems like not profiting from your investments, difficulty getting loans, employment instability affecting your income, or randomly losing money. if you have cancer here it could indicate having conflict with your mom regarding money.

◦ mars dominant: action movies being one of your favorite movie genres.

◦ sags may feel uncomfortable being home all day, may feel the need to go out at least once even if only for 2 seconds.

◦ harsh mars-mercury aspects: speaking loudly, a rough or rude way of speaking, people often telling you to lower your voice, not being aware when you're talking loudly, playing music loud, noisy eater. can make you impatient and want to get things done immediately, otherwise you can get annoyed quickly.

harsh mars-uranus aspects: slamming doors, dropping things instead of placing them down, dragging a chair instead of picking it up, hard for you to do things quietly. can get mad out of nowhere. extra controlling cause you’re always fighting to keep things under control.

^ both aspects above can make someone loud, noisy, aggressive, impatient, and impulsive.

◦ has anybody with stelliums in a sign noticed they know/attract a lot of people with that sun sign? maybe most of the people you know/attract have that sun sign or perhaps they have that sign’s ruling planet as their dominant planet. for example, if you have a pisces stellium you may know or attract a lot of people with their sun in pisces or people who are neptune dominant.

◦ you might notice that the sign which asteroid eros (433) is in is associated with the body part you find attractive. for example, if you have eros in aries you might be attracted to the eyes, taurus - the voice, libra - the butt.

◦ pluto-risng or saturn-rising aspects: you probably look mean/serious or have been told you look intimidating. that’s not a bad thing though & you may have that defined high fashion model face. something that makes others look at you a little longer.

◦ capricorns: don’t like admitting they’ve had their heart broken (especially capricorn moons). you know how there’s some people who will continuously forgive a person who has hurt/mistreated them (i’m not talking about real abuse) but they decide to stay with them or keep them in their lives? yeah they aren’t capricorns lol. it usually only takes one person to trigger that straight forward and low tolerance for games/disrespect type of attitude when it comes to their relationships. or they’ve always been like that. they may be more merciful to family. ◦ i would like to take this time to personally thank geminis & sags for being so damn funny. thank you guys so much. 😘

◦ last but not least, people with difficult placements such as pluto, chiron, or saturn in the 4th house: i don’t even need to say anything. *gives you one of the flowers from the picture above*

if you read this until the end i hope you enjoyed it & thank you so much for reading. ♥︎♥︎♥︎, those hearts are for you.

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deandoesthingstome · 2 months

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Exactly What His Heart Meant

Pairing: Pornstar!August Walker x Pornstar!Reader

Summary: August Walker has wanted you forever. You want him, too. It's perfect.

Word Count: 7.4K

Warnings: This is Pornstar!AU, okay? 18+ ONLY Drug and alcohol use, mentions of a three-way, generic anal, bad business practices, oral sex (F & M receiving), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, P in V missionary and doggy style, sex toys, pegging (gasp - yes I'm going there), aftercare. Love.

A/N: I am nervous, okay? This is not your average everyday August Walker, but I love him and I hope you do too. I have been wanting to do this since forever. I've posted a few blurbs in WIP tag games here and here. I gushed about the song that kicked the whole thing into high gear and the fic title is taken from "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?" - Rod Stewart. Both songs can be found on the playlist.

Bonus points if you can find the nods to other HC characters. There is definitely one, maybe two or three if you squint hard. (These points don't get you anything, sorry.)

Playlist: Listen to the music of the night on Spotify here.

Header and dividers by me.

August owned his entrance like no other. The studio made sure to send a PA ahead to prep the DJ and once he heard the first strains of “Night Fever” spill out of the club, he stepped out of the shadows and headed to the entrance, ready to start his decent down into the lights and glitter and debauchery as soon as Here I am sounded through the speakers and a spotlight made its way to him.

The already celebratory crowd went wild as he struck the iconic pose and thrust his hips in time to the rhythm. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he tried, no matter how he had protested his employer’s choice for him. He would have sworn on any stack of bibles he didn’t like disco and abhorred polyester, yet here he was gyrating away. First time for everything. Starting with enjoying this awards night and after-party.

Each one prior had a story already attached to it from the beginning of the night, starting with his inaugural ceremony and guaranteed newcomer award, and trailing through the end of every relationship he thought would be the one. He finally stopped assuming because they said yes to the event after a few months or more of dating, that meant they were saying yes to him forever. The next few years were brutal and lonely, not that he couldn’t find some starfucker to take home at the end of the night, but that wasn’t what he craved.

Tonight was Club Retro themed. Award ceremony glamor as usual, but a costume change was required somewhere on the way from the venue to the after-party if you wanted to really up your game. Arrive in club gear of whichever era you wanted, but arrive dressed to impress nonetheless. He wasn’t the only actor a studio had convinced to go for the Travolta look, but he was probably the most surprised to find himself exhilarated by it and the attention it received. He kept all three pieces of the white suit, but he ditched the dark blue shirt altogether. Maybe he didn’t have a full head of hair, but the ‘stache and chest hair on display held 70’s swagger and he was running with it.

He grabbed a glass of champagne from one tray and a pill from another and set off into the crowd in search of the rest of his crew. He caught glimpses of the fresh-faced sweetheart who’d just inked a new deal grinding on the studio’s number two out on the dance floor and knew his plan to link them up had worked. The fans would eat them up, he knew it.

Knew it better than the owner, who wanted August to break her in. Ethan had begun making some really bad casting and scripting decisions and August was glad his contract was coming to an end. He was starting to feel like he wanted to just blow the whole studio up, let loose with all the bullshit he knew about his boss and how he ran his business. The industry could be awful, plenty of horror stories, but August had initially thought he’d found a place to call home.

What he’d begun to uncover about Ethan Hunt could fill a manifesto that would take the place down. And as crazy as it sounded, though he was tired of breaking in new talent, he wasn’t ready to be the reason all his friends lost their jobs. Not everyone was in a position to land on their feet. Regardless, at least now, with the sweetheart and the roughneck on a solid trajectory he wouldn’t be in the middle of something if tonight panned out the way he hoped.

Though, to be honest, it wasn’t looking good. He’d found his crew and then scanned the room for her with no luck.

“She hasn’t shown up yet,” his agent purred in his ear. Kelis was always down to party whenever he had an itch no one else would scratch, and he appreciated how decidedly non-attached she always was. No clingy phone calls or pouting over non-existing anniversaries. It aggravated him, though, that she was looking to seduce him here, tonight of all nights. Especially because she knew where his mind would likely be, but it didn’t stop her from begging for his cock every now and then. He could tell she’d gotten the hint his look gave by the way she toned it way down to answer his next question.

“A few from her studio have shown up but she wasn’t with them and they wouldn’t tell me where she was. It was all very secretive. So at least let me have my way with you on the dance floor if you won’t take me home tonight. Please?”

He relented and found himself having the time of his life. Song after song flew by as he grabbed water then whisky, a line, then water, another line, then whisky, water, whiskey, whisky, water. Dancing with Kelis gave him a chance to forget about his frustration with his studio and everyone, here or not, for the moment. He let himself be free and felt a weightlessness he hadn’t in a long time. No call sheets waiting at home. No scenes to prep. No “scripts” to read. Tonight and the next two weeks were his and his alone. Time for some decisions.

He noticed the crowd had begun to thin, and realized he wanted some fresh air, so he peeled himself away from Kelis with a promise-to-return kiss and tap on the ass. He took the elevator to the rooftop bar and found himself a little amazed at the streaks of light just beginning to emerge in the distance. Time had really flown while he was having fun.

He was about to head towards the drinks when he spotted her leaning against the railing in the opposite direction. The white-golden hair flowing behind her was an obvious wig. He’d seen her step to the stage to accept multiple awards tonight (or is it last night now?) and she had looked just as gorgeous with her natural color as she did all done up in her Farrah waves now. An unexpected jolt of excitement coursed through his veins as he realized she’d also opted for a 70’s look, complete with a scandalously (though by whose standards?) short metallic silver skirt with slits on either side and what he assumed was a matching top, though with her back to him as she peered out over the awakening city, all he really saw where the two thin silver chains that criss-crossed across her back. They looked like they would hold nothing up.

But she was alone and he knew it was now or never, so he strolled around the roof-top pool to step up beside her.

"I’m glad I finally found you. I wanted to congratulate you. It's not often a producer gets awards for both behind and front of camera work," he opened.

She turned her head and beamed a dazzling smile in return before thanking him and offering her own congratulations along with her hand and then a surprisingly friendly hello hug.

“I saw you nailed Best Male Performer and Best Anal again. Your Missionary: Impossible series was a true stroke of genius. I wish I had thought of it first.”

“So she’s not immune,” August thought as he peeled himself away from her warm body. “She remembers my name.” At least she recognized his star status. Maybe she hadn’t forgotten him. He pressed his lips to the back of her hand and trained his eyes on her through his lashes.

“You know I’d love to have you join the cast,” he spoke as he finished the hello hand kiss and lifted his head to gaze directly at her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes that scream ‘spy’ quite as much as yours do.”

“And I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a producer acting for another studio. You’ve got balls to ask, that’s for sure,” she laughed, tossing back the rest of her whisky before grabbing another off the tray passing by.

“Where’ve you been all night? I tried to find you right after the ceremony, but you disappeared and I had to run for a wardrobe change.” August tossed a casual grin and motioned at the cheesiness of his costume, though inside he was kicking himself.

The point of engaging wasn’t to offer her a part. How ridiculous! He’d been doing that for months now and she wasn’t biting. No. Tonight he was going to get answers. Why had she consistently denied him another shot with her? It had to be more than just the technicalities of trying to untangle ownership and percentages filming another studio’s producer would bring. She broke into his train of thought with an explanation of her quick and sudden departure from the award banquet and why she hadn’t arrived at the after party locale for what had to be at least a few hours.

“Already prepping material for next year. We had a newcomer attend with the studio tonight. He’s an absolute stud. Looking to get his name out there so we filmed his first scene backstage.”

August’s hopeful heart sank a little. He couldn’t expect her not to keep putting out material just because his advances might finally be successful, but it would take all his cool charm and guile to woo her if she was already cock-drunk tonight. He put out another feeler.

“You look well put back together already,” he commented, eyes tracing her figure with obvious intent.

“Oh not me. No, I was directing. Looking to nab that ‘behind the scene newcomer’ award next year,” she beamed, her smile still welcoming. “No, Mikey did a little gonzo three-way for his first official movie with Darkk Angel. We’re releasing it next week after a quick trip to post and then have him lined up for three more scenes next month. I’m wondering if we can talk AVN into a “most prolific” award.” Her laughter was infectious and he found himself with a wide grin, verging on goofy in spite of his aim.

“You’ve never directed? How have I missed that?” August sought to focus attention away from whoever this Mikey kid was and back on her completely, then mentally kicked himself again for admitting something that could only make him look desperate and maybe a little creepy. From his statement, and along with all the official asks from his agent, she had to think he was a stalker, completely obsessed with her.

Not that he wasn’t. Not since that very first time. Her “first’ anal scene. He understood she had to be a little overwhelmed at that shoot with so many people on set. She had clearly already fucked the director (for a scene) and was now just taking on a few actors who were already on a rise. It was his last commitment to the old studio and then he was off to a new contract with Hunt. God, he wished he could have taken her with him. As it was, the only thing he kept was her scent that lingered not long enough.

"You know, I've asked my agent about another scene with you more times than any other actor. He never has a good enough reason to tell me no. What gives?" August inquired.

She debated telling him the truth. That she was completely enamored of him despite, only having met once, and afraid to ruin her own fantasy. Yes, she thought about him often. She’d be lying if she said otherwise.

But what if he refused her counter-offers? What if he didn't play the way she had come to discover she wanted sometimes, needed even?

She could accept if his big dick in her pussy or ass was all he'd agree to again for one scene. But she wanted more. More than a scene. More than a spectacle.

"Industry's hottest stars finally fucking again!" she imagined the trade headlines would scream, not bothering to temper her own ego about her status.

And which studio got the rights? His or hers? Of course she would never give up the rights to those shots, those stills, that video. It had been years since any studio other than the one she owned had any rights to any images of her. Why August Walker didn't make the same professional move she had was beyond her, but at least she could play the upper hand if it came down to it. It was power to own the rights to your own material and that power trumped his studio contracts. Or at least she'd make that case. Plus Ethan Hunt was a little bitch and she’d be damned if she contributed to his profits in any way.

Still, she couldn’t get past the concern that having his big dick in her ass again would ruin her for anyone else ever again. It wasn't the size. Hell, she'd had two almost equal to him in there just the other day.

No. It was the fantasy. Not only what she already knew of his prowess, though if she’d improved over time, and she knew she had, he had to have gotten better too. But also what she imagined she knew based on the stories she'd heard. Stories about his true personality as well as the image she made up in her head based on tidbits of their past and innuendos of his present.

On set, she'd heard he’d become a bit of a prick. Even worse when the storyline called for Daddy. Not that it didn't make her wet to watch. And daydream about. Calling him Daddy, mmmm.

Except that wasn't her. Not her kink. Not her need. Not really.

And off set? Well, lips are usually loose in the industry, but somehow very few factual stories about dating August Walker were out there. Most of what she'd heard was easily dispelled rumor.

No, he wasn't into animal play. Either kind. Good.

No, he didn't force his partners to sleep in separate rooms after finishing. Why would someone even start that rumor? To what end?

Her private private detective had tracked down the source and verified quickly. It was a little bit of column a, a little bit of column b. The studio was looking to cash in on the mystery and intrigue of their dashing playboy, and a jilted date wanted more. Who wouldn't want more of him? But that choice was self-sabotaging to say the least.

She was well aware that some women, and men for that matter, liked to imagine their favorite actor to be the world's largest asshole. No, not that way.

That was the way she liked to imagine him. And the basis for her declination. He'd never say yes. She was sure of it.

And yet here he was. Blushing at the mere mention. Maybe she should have countered with that when he first started seeking her out. But she hadn't been ready to give up the rush she felt every time a message from Hunt Club studios appeared in her inbox.

August felt the heat rise in his cheeks and knew someone out there would say he was blushing, but August Walker does not blush.

As she leaned in, he swiped another surreptitious peek at her gorgeous and barely covered tits, though he was so smooth no one could have seen this time. Not that it mattered. He was right about the thin silver chains holding onto barely anything up front. Where she found tissue paper thin metallic material, he had no idea but her nipples showed through what little fabric there was making up the plunging neckline of the deep-vee tank, as if they weren’t also practically peeking out of the top as it was. She had them on display for a reason. But he was trying to make a move here. Trying to differentiate himself from the rest of the industry players and hangers-on hoping for a hook-up after the awards.

Champagne and liquor had flowed all night, powder cut, pills popped. He was tipsy but it was really the sunrise inching its way into the sky behind her, here on this rooftop bar next to the pool full of drunken, naked bodies, and the angelic halo circling the crown of her head that had him staring back into her eyes in no time, enraptured. Well, that and her reply.

“I have certain … desires that I’m not convinced you’d be amenable to and I didn’t want to alienate you.”

He went on to ask, no - insist, she explained her terms, right here right now. And she obliged, clarifying that she didn’t intend to be filmed at all. That her interest in climbing into bed with him was related only to the burning desire she’d felt to track him down, beg him for more, practically every day since that shoot. And the thing that convinced her not to bother was the never ending stream of talent she’d seen draped around him months, years later.

But she wouldn’t, couldn’t deny that she wanted him. Wanted to relive that moment and then build on it. Take the scene farther than was written. Fuck him right off the page and into her life forever. It was indescribable the way he felt listening to her narrate her desire to own him. She was only mentioning the bedroom, but he got the feeling she meant the heart as well.

Still, she was being mysterious with the details, so August began to mention specifics. What he wouldn’t do.

"I won't lick your boots," he'd said with a grin after a shorter than expected list, still wavering on if he actually meant to convey the opposite.

"Maybe not," she replied before leaning in and whispering in his ear as he tilted down to meet her. It was clear from her next sentence that she’d finally figured out he’d say yes. He was practically begging for it right here in front of these few end-of-the evening stragglers. "But you will take every inch of me."

Negotiations had already begun and this was just ink on the dotted line. Along with a string of consent questions with compatible answers and now she knew his safeword and he knew hers. It wasn’t what it used to be. Because things can change. But not his desire for her.

He brushed past her non-binding handshake and drew her in for a confirmation kiss, hands gently pulling her waist towards him. “You still smell the same. It drives me crazy,” he admitted before pressing his lips to hers with a smile. Then he broke the kiss, which had begun to turn lascivious even for the nature of the event, afraid they’d never make it off the roof-top if he didn’t.

He gave a deceptively shy smile and knowing nod to Kelis as he passed her on his way out with the true object of his desire draped along his arm.

She sent her limo off with whatever crew was left at the party before climbing into the back of his. They had no sooner pulled away from the curb and begun to make their way to his hi-rise apartment building than the driver’s shield went up and she went down, unzipping his trousers and slipping her hand in to coax him out.

She had gotten incredibly better at sucking dick in these interim years. But it was like she was finally home. Like her mouth opened magically around him to hold him close and taste his skin. It took everything in his power not to blow his load down her throat in the car. He wanted to be in her pussy when he came and there wasn’t much he wanted more at this moment.

He managed to pull her off and get her back on the seat, legs spread and ready to take his shoulders as he slipped his tongue deep inside her core. Moving the floss she’d bothered to pull on out of his way wasn’t hard in the least. He had her screaming by the time the limo pulled up outside his building.

August draped his suit jacket over her shoulders before he helped her out of the car and into the lobby. When the elevator doors closed around them, she turned and pressed him back into the wall, staring up at him with hunger and power equally.

“That’s the last time you call the shots tonight. I’m taking my shoes off as soon as we walk in your door, so you can’t accuse me of asking you to lick my boots. But you will be on your knees and you will put your mouth back on my pussy and do that one more time before anything else happens tonight. Understood?”

He stared down at her with amusement that morphed into understanding that ended in solemnity before the ding at his floor broke the silence.

“Yes ma’am,” he finally replied, resigned to her whim. He opened the lock with practiced ease, nothing shaking out of fear but only vibrating with anticipation. How had he missed her meaning all those years ago?

“I wish I could show you how this feels,” she’d whispered in his ear as he held her chest tight against his. “But it’s nothing compared to how it feels from behind.”

At the time he thought she had meant for him to turn her around, still on top of him but back to chest. So he did. And she liked it. She came like a banshee and that squeeze is something they can’t fake. That’s what wins the awards anyway. The audience knows it’s acting, but when they can tell it’s something the actor actually wants, when the chemistry is kinetic, the high is so much higher.

Clearly she’d had so much more in mind. When she came back down, he made sure to check the front door lock before he turned back to scoop her quivering body into his arms and carry her down the hall to his bedroom.

“Don’t think I’m anywhere near done with you just because I’m a wreck right now,” she called to him as he set her onto his bed. “Where are you going?”

“I would never think you’d consider that enough for an evening. I want to freshen up, if you don’t mind. May I?” August quirked an eyebrow awaiting her response and it was clear he’d come right back to the bed if she forbade it. No questions asked. But she allowed it and that only made him ache for her more. He’d be quick.

“Damn right you will!” she called out after him before ridding herself of her own garments.

Her hand must have found its way to the soaking mess between her legs and this is how August found her when he stepped out of the bathroom a very short while later, rubbing a towel over his head after peeling it off his body. He watched her luxuriate in the slippery slide feel of her fingers dipping in and out, rubbing, pinching, pumping, pumping, pumping.

He dipped carefully onto the bed. He had no desire to startle her out of her joy, he only wanted to witness it up close. He crawled alongside her and watched as her chest heaves softened and listened as her sighs became longer. When she finally opened her eyes on a deep inhale, he smiled at her.

“May I join you?” So respectful.

“Kiss me,” she commanded, and while he heeded she lifted his arm and guided his hand between her legs. “And touch me,” she whispered into his mouth.

He obeyed. His fingers drifted through her folds and made use of the slick that remained to press up into her. One, two, one, two. And now three. And now she’s grinding up against his hand and breaking the kiss to demand more and he’s giving it to her but it’s not enough, is it?

“More,” she cried out. “Fuck me, August.”

He was grateful at that moment for two revelations from the rooftop. He already knew his own status, testing often despite Hunt’s lackadaisical studio regulations. But she had shared that her studio adopted the standard of routine and regular testing early on and therefore she knew exactly what her status was, too. And, coupled with the fact that she had the implant, she had no qualms going bare. All these things led to the next thing he was grateful for and that was the feel of her pussy wrapped all the way around him as he slipped his prodigious cock deep inside her.

He mused he could do this all night. Or rather all day and into the night, when the moon began to rise again. Because it wasn’t night at all. It was broad daylight now and it was streaming in through the mirrored windows. Nobody could see it, even if they did find themselves on level with the height of his apartment. But no curtains meant he could see the way the sunlight brightened her face and it made him want to see all of her.

“Will you take it off, too?” he asked, staring down at her while he pistoned his hips into hers and felt her open and warm around him. “Please?”

He wasn’t used to begging. As much as he wasn’t a blusher, he definitely wasn’t a beggar but he found himself wanting to do anything for her and she wanted him to beg. Or at least ask nicely. And he wanted to obey. For the first time, maybe ever, August Walker wasn’t in charge.

She obliged and pulled the wig off easily. It wasn’t even pinned on, there was so much bang to cover the cap. All that meant was she was able to free her natural hair with ease and he was thankful. Now she lay bare before him and he got to take a good long, up close and personal look before she took it all away.

Faster than he would have preferred she slipped back and eased him out, but turned just as quickly to take him in her mouth. August let his eyes fall closed while he relished the feeling of her mouth around his cock again, but just when it started feeling really good, it also started feeling too good. If she continued he was going to come and he really meant it when he decided he wanted to be inside her for that. And not her mouth.

“Please,” it was practically a whisper. She almost hadn’t heard. But she let go with a pop and asked.

“What was that?”

“Please,” he begged again, raspy but with sound this time, voice hitching as she took him back in her mouth for just the briefest of sucks.

“What are you asking for?”

When he pleaded again with a cracked voice, she smiled as she let go.

“What is it, August? Huh? What do you want? Or not want?”

“Please…please don’t.” he stuttered as she continued to toy with him. Dick in and then out of his mouth with no concern for his predicament.

“Say it, August. Ask nicely.”

“Don’t make me come,” he begged, even as she sank to wrap her lips around him once more. “Please.”

“If that’s what you want. You only have to ask. Nicely.” She was so proud of him and he could feel that. Could tell she’d do anything for him. And let him do anything for her.

“Let me fuck you,” he asked. “Please. Just ….”

“Don’t bother saying it, you and I both know 5 minutes turns into 20 in no time,’ she laughed with him as she lay back with her legs spread wide for him. He stayed kneeling between her legs and watched her face explode with pleasure as he rocked deep and strong inside of her. He wasn’t trying to overcome her, wasn’t looking to establish any kind of dominance. Not on purpose at least. Because the fact of the matter was, that no matter how much he wanted to let her be in charge, it just came so naturally to him. It was hard to drop that mantle. Especially while fucking into her and watching her fall apart around him.

Then she shook her head and through sheer will, dragged herself back from the precipice to snake an arm up his chest, fingers drifting to his neck and drawing him down against her.

“Kiss me again, August,” she commanded and he obliged with no hesitation. It wasn’t that he couldn’t resist and instead put her right back in the trance his cock had caused, but he didn’t want to. They’d agreed on this night. Agreed what it would mean. He was finally getting what he’d craved all these years. And so was she.

Their tongues tangled while his fingertips traveled over velvety skin, her legs wrapped around hips, his thick member pistoned in and out of her wet and slippery cunt that she controlled so well. She hadn’t been wrong. August imagined he could stay like this forever if she’d let him, drowning in her glory, ego stroked with every gasp and whimper and cry of hers. It was music to his ears. He’d heard enough fake moans and pants over the years to know what the real thing sounded like and he never wanted to give it up.

When he felt her squeeze tight around him for the second time, he began to slow, sure that more than twenty minutes had passed but completely uninterested in confirming his suspicion. No, he wanted her on her knees again.

“Can I have you from behind?” he murmured in her ear after kissing his way along her cheek and neck. “Just for 5 minutes.”

She could feel his grin, but before she could compose an appropriate response, he’d shifted, changed tempo and hit a different spot that had her howling and fighting the urge to beg him for more. Even then brief respite she’d have while they switched positions should allow her to gather her wits and tamp down her desire to just let him rail her into the next day. Because tonight was for something more. So she pushed him back away from her, flipped and pulled herself to all fours while crawling towards the center of the bed.

With a seductive glance over her shoulder, she called to him, “Come and get it, stud.”

Five minutes in heaven. That’s all she was going to allow him. She pressed her chest down into the bed and let him drag her hips into the air, flesh captured under his strong fingers. She screamed into the sheets as August directed her pleasure with practiced skill and just when she felt she couldn’t hold on any longer, he slipped a saliva-coated thumb into her ass and sent her reeling. He’d timed it perfectly.

“You’re done,” she fought through her haze to flip to her back and clarify. “We still have a deal, right?”

She watched him stroking himself lazy and slow to stay hard while his eyes blinked shut with relief almost involuntarily.

“Yes,” he replied, his exhale full of yearning. “Will you show me?”

“Show you what, August? Hmm?” she asked with a tilt of her head, pleased he was finally ready to give in to what he’d already agreed to back on that rooftop.

“Show me how it feels.” It wasn’t a question, yet still not a command. He’d never dare to command her. Not until she was ready for him to. And that wasn’t tonight.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that since we met.”

All those years. All that time. August closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and told himself it’s fine. It’ll be fine. He pulled back a bit from the ledge that he wanted to step over for missing her meaning all along. As if she could read his mind, she spoke from somewhere that felt like a dream.

“I’m glad you waited though. I wasn’t ready either. I was trying to get over my nerves and thought a little brazen tease directed at the top talent on set would help. But I’ve discovered I really do like sharing that experience, knowing I can make a man feel the way he makes me feel. Make him understand how much better it is when it's from someone who cares."

When he opened his eyes, she was pulling herself up to her knees to meet him. He felt her hands trace along his chest as she pressed her lips to his. It was almost sweet, but definitely a relief. She really did want this as much as he did.

For a mini-eternity, they let their tongues tangle and hands roam. August shivered as her nails traced down his back with the perfect dig and smiled into her lips as he thought about the red lines he’d be left with the next day. He cradled the nape of her neck as even on knees he towered over her and let a hand drift down the soft skin of her side and around her waist to cup her ass.

When her hands finally landed in the same spot on him, he felt another layer of tension release as she caressed and squeezed each cheek with passion. She broke the kiss and nuzzled down his chest, landing on her elbows before him. With eagerness, she took hold of his still invigorated member, gave a few soft strokes, and then put him back in her warm, wet, inviting mouth.

But this blowjob had an ulterior motive that August felt as soon as it turned sloppy and her saliva began to drip and pool around him. With a now slick hand, she slipped her fingers off the base of his cock and in between his legs, tracing past the waxed-bare skin off his balls and teasing his entrance.

She circled and smoothed and kneaded until he finally felt a finger ease past the first ring of muscle and he had to put a hand on her head to slow the bob that was already threatening to pull his orgasm too soon. Surely she didn’t want that, did she?

August dropped his head back with a groan of pleasure as she let her spit drop onto her fingers again before pressing a second digit inside, just beginning to open him up to all her possibilities. It already felt so, so good. If this was all she did for him, it was worth it, but not really what he wanted. He’d had a few other lovers tease him like this, but he always stopped them short, still too nervous to let them go all the way to where he needed.

He’d kept this part of himself secret, shared it with no one, tested it only when alone. He knew it was stupid to hide this craving, especially given how exposed he allowed himself to be on film. But this was something different. Something personal. Private. That’s what he told himself. And he let his stature in the industry dictate the type of man he was in a bedroom, with a woman but without the cameras, for far too long.

His head was spinning as her tongue licked his length and her fingers teased and touched. She was pressing and pushing deeper and when she finally found his spot it took every ounce of willpower to maintain composure. He still wanted more of her, still didn’t want to come yet.

It dawned on him then that she hadn’t brought an overnight bag with change of clothes for the morning or toys for the evening. Just her ridiculously sexy wisp of an outfit and a tiny clutch that couldn’t have hidden even a bottle of lube, let alone the tool she needed to fulfill their bargain. She’d promised him he’d take every inch of her. Could she really have meant only this? Was she expecting him to come as she beckoned inside him?

“I can hear your thoughts, August” she purred up at him with a smile, mouth off his dick, but fingers still toying with him. “I don’t want to stop here either. I’m sure you can help me out, can’t you?”

She felt him tense and knew he was weighing the pros and cons of admitting what she had guessed when he agreed to take her home immediately without offering to make a stop along the way. August had his own equipment. No doubt about it.

“It’s okay,” she soothed, removing her fingers completely and returning to her knees to kiss him hard and deep before speaking to him on his level. “You don’t have to hide anymore. Show me what you need.”

She watched the seas of his eyes storm with fear before settling into calm as she held his gaze with no judgment, no mockery. She kissed him again, licked into the space between his lips and felt the passion as he held her tight, almost holding on for his life while he kissed her back.

When he finally broke free, he stepped back off the bed and opened the nightstand to remove a bottle of lube before he moved across the room to a mirrored armoire. He opened the doors and removed a sleek, black box which he brought back to place slowly on the nightstand, clearly deep in thought. And then he hesitated, hands resting on the lid of the box, head down.

“I don’t…” he started, and she felt a small ache in her heart. She had never seen him so vulnerable. Not that she spent much time alone with him at all, but this was truly a side she hadn’t quite expected after everything she knew about him.

“We can take our time, August,” she spoke with a careful tone and no desire to spook him. He remained still and she felt reassured he wasn’t running, not in his mind or his body. When he spoke, she had to stifle a small laugh for fear she would send him running from misplaced shame.

“I only mean, I don’t have a harness for you.” He turned, fingertips of only one hand still on the closed box, eyes scanning hers for understanding. And she understood completely.

She moved closer to the edge of the bed and grinned at him. “Oh, August. Oh baby, this is what has you worried? You think I can’t make it good for you if I’m not wearing it?” She watched this new layer of tension begin to melt away as he registered her words. “August Walker, I meant what I said and I can’t wait to fuck you however I can. And believe me, I know how to make it good.”

She waited for him to relax, to speak, to return to his usual manner and let her back in. Then she took a calculated breath, dropped the timbre of her voice, and called to him.

“And you’re going to let me, aren’t you August?”

Her eyes dropped just in time to see the twitch in his still hard-cock and she knew he was back and ready to let her have him. He flipped the lid to the lacquer box with one finger and revealed a small treasure trove of devices, any of which she’d be thrilled to treat him with. With no idea how prepared he really was, she let him choose.

“Will you start with this?” August handed her not the smallest, but not the largest either and she accepted willingly. “It’s been a minute.”

With complete understanding she led him back into bed on his knees before grabbing the lube from the nightstand and setting about her business. Kisses first. Deep and hungry. She wanted his tongue down her throat and he obliged while she held the dildo and lube in one hand and stroked his rock hard cock with the other.

Before too long, she’d dropped the toy to the bed and flipped the lid to the tube, using proprioception to drop several dollops onto her open hand before reaching between his spread legs while still commanding his kiss. Her fingers smoothed the viscous fluid over his entrance and dipped a little in with a finger before she reached for the prosthetic and smeared the rest around the tip and down the base.

Her lips left his reluctantly as she ordered him to hands and knees while she maneuvered behind him. With practiced skill, she massaged and manipulated her fingers inside him once more, listening for the moans and groans that told her he was ready for her to place the tip alongside a finger and ease the toy inside. She watched him carefully, moving slowly and waiting for him to relax fully before she slipped the whole thing in and he took it with the sweetest grunt.

“You’re doing so good for me, August. Just like I knew you would. Does it feel good?” she questioned, while gently pulling and pushing, twisting and pressing, smiling when he answered in the affirmative. With each motion she listened for the sounds that would tell her where and how it felt best and she was quick to learn his needs.

“Fuck…just like that,” he begged and hitched back into her, already wanting more.

“Impatient,” she teased lightly as she shifted to the side so she could both lean over to capture his lips again and still work the toy in and out of his slowly writhing body. She kept him wanting, shifting the speed and direction, for as long as he could last before he finally begged for the real thing.

She left him face down and ass up while she switched gear, careful to add more lube to both him and the larger phallus. But when she was ready to finally give him what he wanted, she paused for just a moment to consider orientation. She was certain positioning him to face the mirror would be too much for this first time together, but there would be others, she was sure now.

Other times to see the exquisite pain she knew would soon drip down his face as she wielded the apparatus and gave him every inch he asked for. She ran a hand up his back and grabbed onto his shoulder for more leverage as she worked him into a frenzy. He was bucking back into her and the moans that drifted from his lips were music to her ears. All the practice and care she’d taken, learning how to please a lover this way were paying off.

She knew how it felt, knew how he was riding each high and low. Watched him relax into his pleasure, at times letting her control him completely before he shifted his hips and dug into the bed with hands and knees to find purchase that would allow him to grind hard onto the sizable dildo she brandished with expertise. She’d go all night like this if he wanted.

As his circuits finally broke, she could see the waves of pleasure begin to ripple along his spine. He was coming furiously hard, perhaps harder than he had in a long time, no matter how many uses this toy of his had gotten on his own. She was that good at sensing and feeling and pushing and pulling exactly how and when and where he needed.

And August definitely needed. That much was abundantly clear as he collapsed fully to the bed, panting and gasping for air as he rode the waves of his lingering orgasm. She could see him twitching and knew the feeling because it was exactly how she felt after everyone of the orgasms he’d given her tonight. Like an explosion of sensation she never wanted to come down from and she’d given that to him finally.

She left him to catch his breath and stepped to the bathroom to run warm water over a soft washcloth and grab a fresh towel on the way back. When he was cleaned and dry, she tucked into the covers with him and pulled him to her, guiding his head to her chest.

“You feel okay? Need anything else right now?” she asked him quietly as her hand drifted up and down his back.

“I wanted to come inside you,” August admitted with an exhausted sigh.

“We’re gonna have a lifetime of that.”

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mellowsadistic · 3 months

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Before & After - The New Maid

Set in the world of The Magician’s Game.

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Samantha Devereux came from old money, and she’d married well. She’d never had to work a day in her life, but there was nothing she liked more than ordering everybody else around. She’d spend her days strutting around her large manor house, barking orders at the maid, Hannah, changing her instructions constantly and forcing her to perform her duties within impossibly short timeframes. Poor Hannah couldn’t afford to give up her job, despite the awful treatment she received at the hands of her employer, not even when Mrs Devereaux went as far as to prohibit her from taking bathrooms breaks until all her work was done. The tearful young maid was forced to mop the floors and scrub the windows with a thick diaper flashing underneath the short hem of her uniform, a diaper that would inevitably end up heavy with pee by the end of the day.

It may have been Hannah’s burning resentment towards her boss that first drew the Magician to take an interest in Mrs Deveraux, and he soon decided that the arrogant heiress would be the perfect candidate for one of his little games. Samantha was shocked to suddenly find herself transported to a manor even more richly furnished and extravagant than her own, right when she’d been in the middle of chewing out her maid over some insufficiently polished silverware, but she didn’t have much time to recover before she was pitched into the game that would drastically alter the course of her life. The snobbish thirty-five-year-old was able to avoid taking any penalties in the first task, but unfortunately for her, her fellow contestants didn’t much appreciate her laziness and bad attitude (Samantha had never learned to develop much of a work ethic), and she was voted out at the end of the first day.

Although Mrs Deveraux cried and pleaded, the Magician wasn’t about to send her home without any ‘alterations’. With a magically imbued command, he ordered her never to pee or poop outside of her own pants again, much to her dismay. Not only that, he decided that a change in status would suit the entitled little woman, and with a snap of his fingers Samantha Deveraux went back to being Samantha Page; though she retained all her memories of her former life, in this new reality she’d never married Mr Deveraux, nor had she been born into a rich family herself. Instead she was employed as a maid at the manor she had once claimed as hers, confined to nappies and a frilly little maid’s outfit, under the strict supervision of the new lady of the house…

Samantha’s New Life

“Make sure that floor is spotless, potty-pants, or you won’t be getting your diaper changed before bed tonight.”

Samantha glared up at Hannah, Mrs Deveraux, through tear-filled eyes, but she didn’t dare stop her scrubbing. She knew the threat was genuine. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d been sent to bed without a change, forced to spend the night in a soaked, or even stinky, nappy. It was hard to get to sleep in a cold, clammy pair of Pampers, let alone one with a big, smelly mess in the back.

Over the past few weeks, Samantha had had plenty of experience dealing with full diapers, but that didn’t mean she hated them any less. Of all the humiliating features of her new life, there was nothing she despised more than having to let go of her bladder into her pants, or worse, to squat and do a poo-poo in her own knickers. Only they weren’t knickers. Not anymore. The only thing Samantha wore over her bottom these days were the thick, adult-sized baby nappies she depended upon to keep herself from making a mess on the floor. Noisy and bulky, they forced her thighs apart and crinkled with every movement she made, a constant reminder of their presence.

Samantha scrubbed hard at the floor, making absolutely sure there wasn’t a speck of dirt to be seen. Her knees were sore from the amount of time she’d spent crawling around the kitchen, scouring the tiles, but she couldn’t afford to take a break if she wanted to get all her chores done before the end of her shift. Her breasts jostled in the loose-fitting blouse of her uniform, wobbling stupidly beneath her like they always did when she cleaned the floor. Her outfit was skimpy and slutty – Hannah said it was to give Mr Deveraux “something pretty to look at”, but whenever he saw her, Samantha’s former husband usually did little more than wrinkle his nose at the sight of the used diaper peeking out from under the hem of her dress. She knew the real reason was simply to humiliate her even more; there was no hiding her nappy in her outfit, and the sexiness of her uniform only served to clash ridiculously with her babyish underwear, turning her into even more of a joke.

Samantha’s tummy made a loud rumbling noise. Her diaper was already drenched with pee, and with a sinking feeling in her stomach, she realised she could feel the beginnings of a bowel movement coming on.

“Would you like a bathroom break, Sammy?” asked Hannah, with a faint smirk. She was leaning against the kitchen counter, watching her work with a martini in her hand. “You can go and use the toilet if you want to. I’m not a monster.”

“No thank you, Mrs Deveraux,” Samantha said, as politely as she could, not pausing in her scrubbing. She didn’t want to give Hannah any excuse to discipline her, but she couldn’t stop herself from scowling.

“No? Are you sure, sweetie? It sounds like you need to go potty.”

Samantha said nothing.

“Sammy…” Hannah said warningly. “I asked you a question. You need to go poopy, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mrs Deveraux,” said Samantha, trying not to grit her teeth in anger.

“Then don’t you want to use the toilet?”

Samantha glared up at her former employee. Perhaps there was one thing she hated more than wearing nappies. “No thank you, Mrs Deveraux,” she said sweetly, just as Hannah had trained her to do. “I’d rather keep working and use my pants.”

“Yuck!” said Hannah, clearly relishing the sight of her ex-boss acting so slavishly. “That’s disgusting, Sammy! But I suppose I should be grateful that I have such a diligent worker, shouldn’t I? Go ahead then. Fill your diaper, sweetie.”

For a moment Samantha considered saying no, getting up, ripping off her soggy nappy and flinging it in Hannah’s face. But she knew it would do her no good. It wouldn’t undo the Magician’s power, and it would only get her into huge trouble. Clenching her eyes shut, face burning with shame, she did as she was told. She grunted and pushed, and a second later the seat of her Pampers bulged out behind her. She grunted again and continued to wipe the floor while she pooped. All she could do was keep doing her chores, and hope that by the end of the day she’d have done enough work to get herself out of the now thoroughly dirty diaper hanging off her hips.

#mellowsadistic

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kurogane2512 · 3 months

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Can i request a smut fic of Cabernet (with fem reader) like Shizo's request/enemies to lovers??Im hella thirsty for this woman 😞😞

Im so sorry for taking so long but here it is~

18+ CONTENT

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Cabernet x fem!reader

Type: Smut

When you got hired by the Franc family to be their personal chef, you didn't expect to work for such a spoiled and bratty heiress. Cabernet Franc had a God tongue, to say the least. Every meal in the house was personally tasted and approved by her, and nobody dared to change her choice. She was raised this way, surrounded with wealth that gave her anything she wanted. At first, you were honored to work for the Francs. It was terribly difficult to be hired, after all.

Cabernet had a knack for the littlest of things, she could recognize even 1g worth of shift in ingredients and would deem the dish not suitable for her distinguished self. You started to hate her, or at least get irritated by her constant tantrums over food. Despite all that, she was incredibly beautiful with her luscious crimson hair and figure-hugging black dress she wore all the time. It was alluring, you were tempted to feast on her.

"Ms Y/n, Ms Cabernet sent this back saying it lacks her favorite fruits." Cabernet's butler came to you carrying a tray of fruits you had prepared for her.

"The grapes? I don't have them anymore, and I had already conveyed that to another attendant who buys groceries."

The butler hummed, "I see. Then, Ms Cabernet will personally meet you in some time. Please wait for her before making any more dishes."

Your brow twitched but you nodded then let out a sigh. In a few moments, you heard the soft thumping of a familiar cane and readied yourself to meet your lady.

"Good evening, Ms Cabernet." you said respectfully with a bow while Cabernet stood in front of you, slightly leaning on her cane and twirling her hair with her fingers.

"Good evening, Ms Y/n. I have been informed you are out of my favorite grapes, is that right?"

"Yes ma'am. I apologise for not looking over the groceries more carefully—"

"It's okay, you are not at fault." Cabernet smirked then looked around the kitchen and nodded at her butler who bowed to both of you and walked out, closing the door behind him. You felt slightly nervous now being alone with Cabernet, your face heated up slightly looking at her seductive figure yet you were sure she was going to give you some impossible task as compensation for the grapes.

"You know, Ms Y/n...." Cabernet walked closer to you, her heels and cane tapping on the marble floor, "You have been keeping up with my appetite and preferences quite well since you joined, save for a few mishaps that I'm generous enough to look over."

"Thank you, ma'am."

Cabernet smiled and stood directly in front of you, inches away. You could smell her exotic perfume and shampoo and your eyes lingered over her tempting lips. Cabernet gazed into your eyes and was well aware of your thoughts, you were just that easy to read.

"Your soul must be delicious....~" Cabernet's voice suddenly brushed past your ear, you didn't notice when she leaned in so close to your neck and was breathing in your scent. You flinced away from her but her arm was quicker to grab you and keep you in place. Fear arose in you realizing the position you were in, it felt as if you were being preyed upon by a hungry beast in front of you.

"You get frustrated by my requests and tantrums so much, yet you keep working diligently and haven't spoken of quitting ever. An admirable soul you have~"

You would be a fool to quit such a high paying job, even if your employer was hard to deal with. Not to mention, you didn't particularly hate her, she was just annoying at times.

"I... I'm just doing my job, chefs always face the wrath of customers and employers in the kitchen. We have to be resilient. I like cooking, I feel satisfied when you approve my dishes."

Though, you wish she didn't have such a varying palette and complicated needs. Like these grapes she spoke of, you had no idea where they were acquired from but she absolutely relished them. You didn't mind challenges, but she gave far too many.

"Oh? Interesting reply, seems I don't have to force you then~"

"Force me to do what....?"

Cabernet smirked and you felt her hot tongue lick your neck, a shiver running down your body, "To eat you~"

Now you really felt like a prey in the clutches of a hungry predator. Cabernet's body engulfed you completely, leaning into you making you rest against the counter.

"W-What? Are you crazy?!" you blurted out and pushed her away to run but she firmly held your wrist and stopped you.

"Uh huh, you cannot run from me, my Y/n~"

"The hell!? Release me! Help!" you shouted but you knew nobody could hear you, kitchen was huge and you were far from the door.

Cabernet smirked and pulled you towards her, your body falling into her arms. She wrapped her arms around you snugly and breathed your scent in more, letting out a pleasured sigh which almost sounded like a moan.

"Now, don't be scared. Just let me have a taste and I'll stop, I'll give you more benefits if you comply right now~"

"S-Stop.... I hate you..."

"Hehe, I know~ That's why you are all the more delicious to me~"

That was a lie, you didn't hate her. But you didn't know what else to say, you mind was going blank. Cabernet pushed you against the counter once again and slotted her knee between you legs, lightly rubbing you clothed core.

"Stop struggling, I'll make it paineless for you. Just let me have a small bite of your soul, then you can do anything you want with me~"

"A-Anything....?"

"Of course, have I ever lied to you, my Y/n?~"

You bit you lip then nodded and Cabernet lunged at you like a crazed beast, pinning you down on the counter and practically ripping your shirt open. She gazed at you tempting skin with haphazard breaths, clearly aroused by your mere scent and appearance. She was hot and sweaty, staring down at you with hunger in her eyes.

"Ahhh, how long I have waited.... to cutivate you... to grow you.... You are perfect for me, Y/n~"

She spoke of you like you were a food ingredient to her, and perhaps you really were. Cabernet finally dived in and kissed your nape, her lips profusely sucking on your skin while her tongue licked it up. She didn't bite you, but her sucking was intense and you were sure her lips would leave a hickey. You felt aroused feeling her taste you this way, but you soon felt drained as well, drained of life.

Your consciousness was close to fading when Cabernet let go and leaned up, you could see a familiar looking grape held in her mouth that she slowly bit into and ate. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed it delicately, relishing the taste and sighing in pleasure. It was exactly the kind of grapes she loved, now you knew how they were produced....

"Ahhh~ I want to eat you all in one go but I'd rather save you and enjoy you slowly.... So delicious your soul is~" Cabernet slurried on her words as she licked her lips, tasting the residual juice of the grape. You were panting now beneath her, it felt as if your blood was sucked out but she didn't even pierce your skin.

"As promised, do anything you want with me~ Shall I remove my clothes to make it easy for you, hm?~"

You slowly regained your senses and energy, watching her discard her dress and stand in front of you completely naked. You gritted your teeth then grabbed her body and slammed to the opposite counter, holding her left leg up to your waist and rubbing your knee on her core. Cabernet moaned at your rough movement, but her hands possessively wrapped around you to keep you close.

"I don't hate you, Ms Cabernet. But you annoy me with your demands so much!"

Cabernet simply chuckled and treaded her fingers through your hair before grasping them and pulling your head back roughly, "And you are so adorable when you try hard for me~"

You clicked your tongue then plunged your hand between her legs and cirled her clit, a low gasp leaving her mouth. You rubbed her clit vigorously, pinching and rolling it with your fingers while your knee continued rubbing her slit.

"O-Oh.... this is good~ Give me more.... take out your frustration on me~"

You removed your own pants and underwear then spread Cabernet's legs and thrusted into her, your clit bumping against hers as you grinded your body together. All you thought was of the moments she annoyed you, made unreasonable demands and looked down at you. You thought of all that and rubbed against her, her legs wrapped around your waist and she pulled you closer, moaning in your ear.

She bucked her hips into you and you both sought your release, Cabernet clenched your shirt and tilted her head back as you kissed her neck. Your hips didn't stop at all, shaking and thrusting into her as if you were possessed. Wet sounds of your slick echoed in your ears as your clits rolled over, arousal dripping down your thighs.

"Yes! Yes! Faster~ Make me cum~ Aaaaahn!~" Cabernet let out a sultry moan as she released and practically squirted over you, you still grinded against her to chase your release and Cabernet's body shook with pleasure and overstimulation, her tongue lolling out and eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Ngh.... y-you are insufferable, Ms Cabernet!~"

Cabernet chuckled and bit on your shoulder, a low hiss leaving your lips as you felt her bite deep into you as if trying to draw out blood. You finally came and released against her slit, your juices mixing together. You panted out together as Cabernet embraced you like a lover, but you were aware she only thought of you as her possession now.

#path to nowhere #ptn #cabernet #ptn cabernet #cabernet x reader #ptn x reader

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Imagine being Ruggie sister who somehow got in to night raven as a student and everything progress on and them as a Ramshackle perfect due to them being a kind person like Tanjiro and strong yet but of a nerd liked Deku with a unique magic of growing plants

What's more she a home maker due to them living in the slums ( like meding clothes, cooking, fixing things as she can, using home remedies when sick and help their bother with the kids at home ) with Ruggie and too working hard to get out of there as they wanted to be a doctor

Let's say due to their genuine kindness Leona, Malleus, Idia, Jamal, Carter and Riddle have a unhealthy obsession crush with Ruggie sister who doesn't share the same romantic feeling and only sees them as a friend

Ruggie's Little Sister Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Perfectly built for Ramshackle, you happily take to it despite your brother’s insistence you stay next to him in Savvannaclaw. But you’ve never been one to listen to your big brother and you can definitely handle it. You probably fare better than the original in terms of dealing with Night Raven. Because you know how to sweet up boys with mean attitudes, maybe a little too well:

Leona Kingscholar

“Look herbivore, don’t try to boss me-”

“Who’re you calling herbivore!? I’m talking to you, about this lazy cat behavior!”

“Lazy cat-”

“(Y/n) please–”

“No Ruggie, you baby him far too much! I’m stepping in!”

He at first really hates you

Like really

You do all the things Ruggie does just not for him

In fact you make him do things that make him tired

It’s a pain

But for whatever reason he’s getting especially happy when you praise him

Only for you

He’s violent with anyone who comments on the work you have him doing

Its the only reason he keeps in your good graces and thats enough for him

“I’m proud of you, Leona! Now come I’ve cooked up some fillet mignon and it has your name on it!”

“It better. I’m never doing my own laundry again.”

“Hahaha yes you will.”

Ruggie is nervous about this but appreciates you picking up the slack

It sometimes bothers him how much time his employer starts spending with you

But he’s not too worried Leona understands his desire to protect you

“Huh?! You got him to do that?! What should I expect, you are my little sister.”

“Don’t act like I’m not the cooler one of us two.”

Malleus Draconia

“Ah horn-dude, I was just looking for you.”

“Horn-dude? And you were looking for me?”

“Yeah I was thinking of adding some gardenias, and maybe some vines for decoration. I wanted your opinion since you like coming by here so often.”

“The vines would pertain to a more beautifully abandoned image…but that might just be my preference.”

“Oh thanks so much, Horns!”

His crush is so obvious

Talking about you often to his guards and mentor

And whenever anyone goes to talk to him he finds some odd way to incorporate you into the conversation

Trust me its weird for everyone when he starts talking about you during potions when their dissecting magical creatures

he can’t stop trying to talk to you

But he usually ends up just staring at you from the distance

Waiting until your instincts pick up on his presence

And your forced to invite him to join whatever your doing

“Ah! Horns didn’t see you over there! Do you want in? We’re making paper flowers for the festival want to join?”

“I would love to!”

“What?! Horns?! (Y/n) why are you lettinghimjoin giving him more paper!? I know what I’m doing!”

“Sure you do.”

Ruggie’s scared out of his mind

How did you get mixed up with this overpowered monster

He can’t do too much now without knowing he’s going to die

But if it means saving you from certain doom aka Malleus Draconia it might be worth it

Idia Shroud

“Alright that’s enough!”

“W-what?!”

“No more games before you finish cleaning your room! Ortho and I can help but–”

“Actually (Y/n)-san, I recently pulled up a study that states letting children clean their own rules helps instill better habits when their adults!”

“Ortho!?”

“Oh great idea! Well we’ll be just outside! Come on Ortho let’s plan out our cosplay!”

“Yes!”

“G-guys?!”

He hates that you mother him

But he absolutely loves it when you mother him

He cries about being in the dreaded friendzone kidzone

But boy does he love the way you pat his head or let him cuddle into your chest

He loves the food you make during marathons

Or how you’ll let yourself be distracted by the games you really like

He gets drastic if you spend too long out of his reach

So he sets up cameras+

So he takes any opportunity to speak with you

So he puts others in horrifying accidents

“Heeheh by the time I’m done you’ll be the best girl-gamer in the space. And then it’ll be a given for you to never leave the ultimate guy-gamer!”

“Ewww keep my sister out of your nerd schemes!”

“Eeep! An enemy has appeared!”

Ruggie thinks he’s a nerd with no game

But nonetheless he knows Idia’s smart but not street smart

“Hishishsishi can’t set the trap if you don’t have the button! Hardly even noticed me swiping his gadget.”

Jamil Viper

“I appreciate the help, (Y/n).”

“Of course, you’re always running yourself ragged…I wanted to do something for you.”

“...I really appreciate the lunches you’ve made for me…it’s been a while since I’ve eaten a meal by someone else.” “Well just give me a call I don’t mind cooking for you or lending a hand.”

He’s smitten nbyond comprehension

Now going out of his way to hypnotize anyone else into a corner when it comes to talking to you

Its the least he does out of retaliation

He knows all his flirting and hints go right over your head

But your still cute

Until you do get it he’s pulling the rug out from any and all competitors

“Hey (Y/n), why don’t you join me in the kitchen? Maybe, show me how you made those potato crisps?”

“Sure, Jamil I’d love to!”

“Ah ah! Not without me you’re not!”

Ruggie knows Jamil’s like him but smarter

Sly and sneaky

Powers aside Ruggie’s sure Jamil’s problematic for your safety

“Don’t think for a second, I’ll let you have them! I'm not that fond of snakes!”

Carter Diamond

“Wah~(Y/n) you’re so photogenic! Will you pose for me one more time?”

“Well alright. If it’ll make you happy.”

“It’ll make me more than happy!” He loves how oblivious you are

He absolutely hates it+

But your just so cute

He guesses he can forgive it

And hey while your learning the ropes he’s more than happy to keep you close

“Hey hey don’t forget to keep up our streak!”

“Streak?”

“Yeah we’ve been sharing our photos throughout the day of what we’re doing.”

“Yup! It’s a great way to keep track of her!”

“Ick-!”

Ruggie knows he’s slippery

When it comes to tailing him Cater’s good at giving the slip

“Not on my watch. I’m not giving you the chance, to trick my baby sister.”

Riddle Rosehearts

“That’s entirely unreasonable, I’m not doing that!”

“Grrr (Y/n) these are the rules I thought you would respect that.”

“And I thought you would know to relax!”

He thinks your sweet but totally unreasonable

So he guesses you both have something to learn from each other

You more than him obviously

While he doesn’t think highly of your brother he knows your different

And you belong to him

He’s not going to take ‘no’ for an answer

If this is a battle of wills he’d win it

Even if that means subjecting your bad influences to being beheaded

“Riddle! You can't just put that collar on my brother like that!”

“Yeah I’m not even apart of your dorm!”

“Don’t be mad at me for enforcing rules. I know you know the very least of the rules. It shouldn’t be that much of a surprise that your brother just doesn’t measure up. Which means you should leave him before he drags you down.”

Ruggie is peeved that such a prick is after his sister

But he’s not worried

He’s definitely not cool enough to keep your attention

Not to mention he’s so easy to anger

It’ll be fun to rile him up

“Hishishishi so mad oh so fast! You’ll barely survive dating them if your this easy.”

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jumblekinz · 2 months

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unspoken/"secret" webkinz tips (feel free to reblog and add!)

trash appears in the park every 5 minutes - usually, the more pets in the park, the more trash appears

when playing cash cow 2, you want to keep the chocolate milk bottle on the screen! do not try and get rid of it. I didn't know this until I was like 18 lmao cause I never read instructions

when playing zingoz switcherooz, it's super risky and usually doesn't pay off to make a gap in your block of zingoz - even if it's the only move you have (I tried to illustrate this below). it may give you more zingoz for that move, but it's going to leave a hole where your opponent can switch all the zingoz you just got back over to their color. that said, if your opponent makes a gap, take that spot immediately

no, you're not going insane if you're playing checkers in the tournament arena and your opponent's checker moves onto a spot where there's already a checker - this is a glitch and has been glitching forever

another common glitch is text speech not working in the kinzchat+ clubhouse when trading - you may have to exit the trade or even the clubhouse and come back to it

some of the higher level classes in the kinzville academy get insanely hard - for classes like grooming or style, take screenshots or pictures with your phone so you have a reference picture

you can also take pictures for some employment office jobs! I usually screenshot where the gems are for the gem mining job because I swear it doesn't give you enough time otherwise

if you need more time when doing the kinzville mover job, you can hit the 'x' to quit, which brings up a pop up box. you can then still move the boxes behind the pop up!

when a deluxe membership only game is game of the day, anyone can play it - you don't have to be deluxe!

when your pet's hunger meter is full (i.e., when they are full/not hungry) you can feed foods to your pet and the food will not disappear but it will count toward quests that are like "feed your pet 5 hot chocolates"

#webkinz #kinzblr #tips & tricks

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watatsumiis · 1 year

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Reader's Stuffed Toy (Part 2)

Various characters react to the reader having a plushie that looks like them!

Part 1 here! (with Ayato, Foul Legacy, Gorou, Tighnari, Rex Lapis, Xiao)

Characters included: Cyno, Itto, Kaveh, Thoma, Yae Miko, Zhongli

Cyno takes it entirely in stride. He treats the toy like it's his child, assigns it duties (such as looking after you while he's away, or keeping his seat warm when he gets up). It becomes more his plush than yours with how often he carries it around. He serves it food, plays cards against it, talks to it about cases, the whole shebang. He's affectionately dubbed it 'C.J.' (Cyno junior) and has a silly little voice he puts on for it and everything. He hand-makes a little pouch for it in his downtime, insisting that CJ deserves only the best possible security and safety measures around. The way he speaks to it sounds one hundred percent genuine, and is in exactly the same tone he speaks to others with, so sometimes it’s hard to tell if there’s a real person he’s talking to or if he’s just infodumping to CJ again. He also likes to put it in high places so it has a good ‘vantage point’ of the room, and you may often find it tucked on top of closets or curtain rods with a miniature spear in hand, watching and judging everything you do. At some point, it becomes more Cyno’s toy than yours.

Itto gets an almost insufferable confidence boost from it, he thinks it’s the coolest thing ever, and the fact that you had it made is a sign of utmost affection and adoration towards him. The moment he finds out, he’s half-snatching it away from you and running to show Kuki and the boys with this huge toothy grin as he brags all about how awesome it is, how you must’ve had it custom made and how everyone in the Arataki Gang should have that kind of undying devotion towards him. All the guys hype him up for it and echo his sentiment about how absolutely awesome it is, clapping you on the back as they bemoan the fact that they didn’t think of it first. Itto practically begs you for partial custody so that the gang can use the plush as another mascot, though it may be returned to you a little worse for wear. While Kuki tries to keep an eye on the situation, sometimes their games of ‘Arataki “itty-bitty-Itto-chucker” Ushi’ get a little out of hand, but rest assured, the toy receives the utmost love and attention whenever he’s hanging out with the gang.

Kaveh is a little put off at first - at first, he assumes it was Al Haitham mocking him in some way, but he eventually kind of warms up to the idea, though doesn't wholeheartedly embrace it. He tends to get easily creeped out by these sorts of things, and will insist that you turn it so it's not facing him whenever possible. Though, eventually there comes a time when he's about three days of minimal sleep into a huge project where he finds himself pacing back and forth in the kitchen at 4am, coffee in hand as he stews on his thoughts, when he sees his little plush replica sitting in the fruit bowl on the counter and, without thinking, just bursts into speech and begins to chatter away to it, laying out all his woes about his current project - he finds that speaking aloud actually really helps him organise his thoughts and get on with the project, and it eventually becomes a habit, he'll leave mini-Kaveh on his desk and talk to it when he gets stuck, or just voices his thoughts aloud, sometimes even talking as if it's responding to him.

Thoma is absolutely and adorably flattered - while he’s a little unsure at first (and vaguely suspects that his employer may just be behind it somehow), once he realises you’re being genuine, he’s so shy but also extremely delighted at it, and feels like he somehow has to make a similar gesture - this leads to him eventually having a hand-made doll of you that he carries around, introducing it to the tiny Thoma (dubbed ‘Tinyma’) in a way reminiscent of people introducing their dogs to one another for a playdate. He thinks it’s absolutely magnificent and will make matching accessories for your little guys, and, when too shy to compliment you directly, hold up his ‘you’ doll and mimic you saying nice things about yourself. He definitely fixates on making little accessories and outfits for them in his downtime, and thanks to Ayaka’s fixation on dolls (especially when she was younger), he has quite a lot of experience doing so. It’s not long until your dolls are the most decked out in all of Teyvat, with their own little houses and wardrobes and even little animal companions!

Yae Miko isn't particularly surprised - she was the one to authorise the creation of that merchandise, after all. She'll tease you so much for it, but deep down she finds it very cute and charming. When you leave the plush laying around unattended, she may even go the extra mile and make sure it's always sitting up straight and that none of the accessories are crooked, and will quietly speak to it, saying things like "The Head Shrine Maiden must always be in pristine condition, you know." Or "goodness me, you're quite a fickle one, aren't you?" When the toy refuses to stand upright on its own. You may even find that somewhere along the lines, the toy suddenly has new accessories - shinier jewellery, a more realistic vision, a perfectly made little gohei for the doll to carry, a teeny tiny plate of pretend tofu - Miko will deny having anything to do with it, of course, but if you observe closely, it's almost painfully obvious that your attachment to the toy has rubbed off on her.

Zhongli thinks it’s extraordinarily sweet - he observes the way you interact with the toy and will try his best to mirror it, doing what he can to make sure you’re comfortable and happy. It’s almost impossible to miss his warm, glowing smile when he spots the little coattails of the plush hanging out of your bag. Sometimes he’ll even pour an extra cup of tea for it if you’re out for a meal together. If he realises you carry it around often, he uses it as a kind of sneaky way to get you to carry around more protection charms and the like - while he’s not inherently superstitious himself, he knows that there is genuine merit and benefits to the charms he provides, since he’s able to know everything about their creation. He also uses it as a roundabout way to get you to be more comfortable opening up to him, asking things like “well, what has my little twin been up to recently?” when you seem like you may be dodging the question. With his age and experience, he’s come into contact with a lot of people, with a variety of different comfort objects and coping mechanisms, and has his own reliable ways of reacting and engaging.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagiarise my writing! I do not consent for my works to be translated and posted elsewhere, or used to teach bots!

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izicodes · 8 months

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I feel like some people are too serious with learning how to program. “I gotta be the best in this and that and build this and that to impress this employer” blah blah, that kills the fun out of programming. I see a lot of people (bashing people on Twitter again and actually a few people on here too, oops) making programming such a serious topic and you can’t have fun in it. Besides the proper syntax, documentation, best practises whatever, people in the tech community have putting up “rules” about how you should program and what to learn and if you fall out of that, you get ridiculed for it. Literally making it less fun.

Someone said that there’s no point in learning jQuery because JavaScript alone can do all that jQuery can and more.

So? I’m still going to learn it for fun? I’m having a blast with SCSS and jQuery, I don’t care 🤷🏾‍♀️ and I’ll learn the other frameworks and libraries that suits me because I want to. I don’t care if the entire tech community stops using a technology - if it interests me, I’m still going to learn it~!

Also no hate or anything to that person who said that to me - I completely understand your POV on jQuery! 💗✨ When I first read comment, I was a bit down like “oh what’s the point then…” but slapped myself and was like “I’m not learning for them or anyone. This library is cool and I like it so I’m still gonna use it”

Moral of the story: just do you. Do what makes you happy, code what you happy. Don’t be so serious all the time and make stupid dumb programs or games or websites whatever. Have fun in such a hard subject!!!

#xc: side note post #codeblr #coding #progblr #programming #studyblr #studying #tech #comp sci #mini rant #programmer

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crepezinhos · 15 days

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Anti-Stress

(Kazuha Smut)

POV: It’s 2022 and Kazuha and a friend are celebrating the final game of the year’s World Cup by betting quantities of money that are extremely high to you but low to them. But suddenly, the game suddenly takes a turn in less than two minutes in the second half of it and Kazuha is beginning to feel stressed and worried about losing the bet. To solve that, he uses you to de-stress.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— Kazuha is not the greenest flag here

— Reader uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains mentions of sex work

— Possible TW for patriotic French people

“Kaedehara Kazuha!” The man screams inside the room as he heard you open the door for Kazuha and you to get in.

He was sat down in one of the only two sofas in the room with open arms and a just-blown cigarette in his hand, welcoming Kazuha like a good old friend.

You and Kazuha were in a private room at the top floor of a soccer stadium. There were many other rooms like this in made for the players’ guests or rich people like your employer, Kaedehara Kazuha. One of the walls of the room is entirely a window which had a great vision of the camp and of some of the common fans in the public seats of the staium. You could hear all their muffled, excited screams and cheering of anticipation. It was the final game of 2022’s World Cup and you weren’t excited at all even if this game mattered a lot for the whole world.

You just stood there with your high heels in the closest corner to the door so you could watch the game even if it isn’t your favorite thing. You wished you could sit too because you knew those heels would begin to hurt at some point, but your posture really mattered as a secretary, especially when other people were seeing you work.

“Mr. Harukami!” Kazuha greeted a little less excited, walking at his direction with slightly open arms. “I apologize for my tardiness, it was difficult to find the private parking slots.” Kazuha answered while sitting down at the other empty sofa.

“No, no, I get it, it was difficult for me too.” The man replied, blowing his cigarette right afterwards for a brief moment, which made him realize your presence in the room. “Who is the girl?” He asked, some smoke got out of his mouth.

“She’s my secretary, why? Do you feel bothered by her presence?” Kazuha replied for you.

“No, not at all. I just wasn’t expecting you to bring anyone to watch you lose.” Mr. Harukami joked, making Kazuha chuckle.

“I actually brought her to watch you lose.” Kazuha joked back. “But in all seriousness, I would’ve not find the private parking slots if it wasn’t for her, so please, let her relax in this chilly room.” Kazuha showed you off. “Thank you again, Y/N.” He turned to your direction to thank your efforts and you just nodded back.

You find weird how Kazuha always presents you as this gift from God, a prodigious woman wasting her potential being common worker, but technically there’s no bad sides to it so you never felt like asking him to stop with it. And indeed, due to Kazuha’s job, you work hard every day, responding stupid e-mails, scheduling meetings and the company’s agenda… you deserve to be recognized by him and his other colleagues.

“Well then, she’s more than welcome to stay. Good secretaries are an underrated privilege.” Mr. Harukami complimented as he grabbed his packet of cigarettes out of pocket. “Want a ciggie?” He offered Kazuha, who nodded his head in denial.

“No, thank you.”

“Well then, how much are you betting again?” He said while blowing a second cigarette.

“Unfortunately, I’m not betting as much as our last matches, Harukami. Final games are already a big pressure to everyone… the players, the spectators, the betters, so I don’t to worsen it. 20.000 dollars in Argentina.”

“20.000? I thought you were more courageous than that…” The man chuckled at Kazuha’s bet.

“I’m also betting an extra 5.000 on Di Maria scoring. How about you?”

“50.000, France.”

“Wow! You really are into it, aren’t you?”

“Sure am… Oh! There they are…” Mr. Harukami said excited as soon as a very loud music begun to play outside in the stadium, which was thankfully censored by the glass wall of the room.

And both men finally begun to pay attention at the game about the start and the announcer speaking in the radio in the table.

But unfortunately, your peace in that little corner would soon end.

“Y/N, do you mind getting me and Mr. Harukami more wine?” Kazuha asked to you a little anxious and still in his seat as he grabbed both glasses to hand it to you.

“Yes, sir.” You responded even if serving him like a maid wasn’t your job and begun walking to other side of the room where was a fridge.

It was the beginning of second half of the game now and Argentina had scored twice, which was making Kazuha feel comfortable unlike Mr. Harukami. But for some reason Mbappé, from France, managed to score twice in less than 2 minutes which made Kazuha unstick his back from the comfy sofa and begin watch the game seriously. In worry of losing his 20.000 dollars, he begun to involuntarily drink sips of wine more frequently, which made his glass become empty in seconds. Even you got a little invested in the game but was interrupted by Kazuha’s order.

You came back with both glasses in your hands filled with a fair amount of wine, serving them from behind to not call their attention.

“You look uneasy, Kazuha. Are you scared of Mbappé turning this game around?”

“Yes, I will not lie. As long as I’m a huge fan of Messi, this is his last game… he’s become old. Mbappé is a young, talented player.” Kazuha replied, laying down at his chair again as he sighed, involuntarily realizing that you something was behind him. He took a look behind him and met you zoning out to pay attention at the game, making him chuckle.

“Do you like the game, Y/N?” He asked with a cute smirk in his face.

“It is getting quite interesting, sir.” You replied, putting both your arms behind your back and holding your own left wrist.

“Why don’t you sit down, dear? Your legs must hurting from those heels. Come on.” He suggested while tapping at his right leg with his hand, making you feel confused at his orders.

He was tapping his lap. He wants you to sit there?

“I’m fine, sir, and I believe there are no more places for me to si—”

“I insist, Y/N.” He interrupted, still with that smirk in his face but his voice got demanding.

Still confused with his intentions, you nodded in response and walked to the direction of his right leg, where you sat down. As soon as you did that, you felt Kazuha’s hands instantly hug your waist from behind and pulling you the closest to him he could. You two were so close to each other that you were able to hear his normal-paced breathing blowing bits of wind behind your ear. You thought that position was awkward but Kazuha was acting like it was the most normal thing ever. And that’s how you stayed in his lap for some peaceful minutes until the ball suddenly managed to be kicked all the way close to Argentina’s goal. You heard Kazuha sigh in worry but something else bothered you. A sudden touch of the same hand he used to hug your body slowly attempting to slide under your tight black skirt, making you slightly gasp and hold his wrist down.

“What are you doing?” You whispered, looking at him in pure confusion.

“I just want to enjoy this beautiful woman in my lap.” He replied with a smirk, seeing that you got annoyed with his perversion, gently cuddling your waist with his thumb.

“Kazuha, we’re not in a safe spot nor alone.” You protested, trying to get out of his lap but you were instantly pulled back to his lap.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. Mr. Harukami won’t pay attention to us and these windows are fully black in the vision of whoever is outside, that’s why it has this darker effect for us. No one can see us, not the cameras nor the people. I promise I’ll make it up to you, my dear, but this game is getting on my nerves and you are irresistable in this uniform.” Kazuha whispered with his nose barely going inside your ear, showing a bit of his stress as his hands slid under your skirt.

“Kazuha..!” You called out, with no good argument to use against him even if you still were reluctant.

“Yes… just keep saying my name and I’ll make sure this will be quick.” He chuckled in your ear as you felt his managing to go all the way down and touch the tip of his fingers in your clothed entrance, beginning to tease by cuddling it up and down.

You moaned out and your hips flickered from the tickle and slight pleasure it gave you. Your other hand moved to Kazuha’s left leg, to squeeze it and push yourself upwards whenever he accidentally touched a soft spot. He was miring you very attentively, very amused by your noises and face. So as soon as you and him started to feel your underwear getting slightly wet from his bare touch and your cheeks go pink, Kazuha began to move his hand upwards to slide it under your panties.

“W-Wait..! Not there—!” You tried protesting again but Kazuha managed to touch your clit before you could finish, making you moan in agony and stop complaining for a moment.

Kazuha chuckled at your reaction and kissed your cheek passionately before he begun to pay attention at the game again like he wasn’t playing with a woman’s pussy at the same time. His face was completely normal aside from his usual smirk, eyes locked in the ball as his fingers did wonders at your pussy.

You could feel Mr. Harukami’s gaze sometimes mire your embarrassing situarion whenever your moans got too high.

“Well… this is definitely something new to my eyes, but don’t worry, I’m not complaining.” You hoped that would be the only comment you’d ever hear from Mr. Harukami in the moment.

What Kazuha was doing to you was so embarrassing, finger-fucking you in front of another man and possibly to many cameras, but why the fuck his fingers made you feel so good? Kazuha wasn’t even getting hard meanwhile you were screaming like a dog in heat for his fingers going halfway in and out from your swollen pussy. Even if there was air conditioning in the room, your body was quickly getting really heated from the tense of sex and very easily too, making you become sweaty, your cheeks go pink and the makeup in your eyes begin to crumble from the amounts of slight tears and your strong blinks from agony of being teased.

“Aaand… GOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAL! MBAPPÉ SCORES AGAIN!” The announcer in the radio in the table between the chairs announced again meanwhile the whole left side of stadium outside, where the France cheerers were, went wild.

Kazuha sighed very hard but you felt him suddenly press your clit with 2 fingers way too hard, making your body entirely flinch and a scream escape your mouth.

“Ah! Kazuha! Don—” You screamed out, looking at him behind you annoyed but Kazuha was quick to suddenly take his hand away from your clit and shove his 2 wet fingers in your mouth as his other hand moved to your clit to replace the other one’s job.

“As long as I really enjoy your moans, I need you to be quiet now, ok? You can bite my fingers or squeeze my legs if you need to scream.” He whispered in your ear very calmly but you could feel his stress taking over his usual playful tone and changing the way he aggressively thrusted your pussy.

His fingers in your mouth were also pounding inside it, wanting to be fully sucked and taken by your mouth to censor your distracting noises. You hated how pathetic you looked, choking and drooling in his fingers in front of a window but he was making you feel so good that you didn’t care, you just wanted to fulfill your pussy until it reached a nice orgasm.

“Kazuha, please..!” You whimpered, looking at his face, pulling his hand out of your mouth using your right hand and all your remaining energy. Kazuha smirked in amusement of hearing you call his name so desperately but didn’t even bother to pay attention to you.

“You promise to be quiet, dear?” He whispered again, still more focused in the game than your teasing, fucked-out face.

“Yes!” You whispered highly, making Kazuha chuckle in pride of having you acting so slutty to him.

But still, the same hand he was using inside your mouth was moved back to your waist, crawling it inside your white social shirt and then under your bra, pushing your bra upwards and painting your body with your own saliva in the way. He stopped when he had his palm right on top of your right nipple. His hands begun to slowly pinch it and rotate it in rhythm of his finger thrusts, making you throw your head back in agony. But to obey his previous orders, you rushed a hand to slap your own mouth shut.

The way he played your nipples was making you go insane. You could feel it slightly wet from the saliva that remained on his hand, and just wanted more. You wanted him to squeeze them until they were red-marked, you wanted his dick shoved all the way down in your pussy, you wanted the real thing, but you couldn’t have it. That agony of being tortuously fulfilled made some tears begun to form in your eyes. You tried your best to not let them fall but some of them just couldn’t be held. Your makeup must be looking terrible now, and Kazuha liked the mess he was making of you. His smirk grew wider as he felt a tear coincidentally drop in the hand messing with your hard nipple.

“Kazuha… I’m gonna cum…” You whispered as low as you could, making Kazuha change the way he played with your breast to begin squeezing it and moving it around just like you desired.

It was like he had read your dirty mind. You had to make extra strength in your mouth to not let your scream out as you felt the contrast of his cold hand with your warm, sweaty breast mass.

“Cum all around me, my love.” He ordered, beginning to play with both parts of your bodies quicker than ever.

You wish you could lay your hand on top of Kazuha’s hand and help him to make you reach your orgasm quicker, but you rathered to not disobey his orders. It felt embarrassing to have your whole body twitching and worming right on top of your own boss. His chest and legs felt like a warm pillow, like your face would suddenly just burry in his chest as he toys you infinitely. Your legs were fully spread away at this point, trying to not get dirty by your wetness and begging to be fulfilled. Your hips were trying its best to move upwards to somehow free yourself from his fingers, but Kazuha’s arms felt too strong and hard for your little, wobbly body. Even if you wished that orgasm more than anything, you knew it would hurtful and a lot due to the torture it’s being to reach it. But being edged would be worse, wouldn’t it? If that's how Kazuha makes you feel with a single round, you don't feel like being edged multiple times by his fingers.

Suddenly, you felt your whole body collapse and your breath get caught in your throat. That was it, the moment of release of all that painful, overwhelming pleasure he gave in these 20 minutes. Your mouth was barely ripped apart by your own hands from your own effort on shutting it up and you brought your legs and knees together again, trying to contain the agony of cumming and smashing Kazuha’s hand even if it wasn’t doing anything to torture your sensible pussy anymore and letting you cream his fingers. As soon as you finally stopped making any kind of force, he pulled you back to where you were in his lap and leaned to your ear again.

“Thank you, I feel a lot better.” He complimented as he took his creamy, white fingers off your pussy and licked the juices leaked around them precisely.

He pulled out a tissue from his pocket with his other hand and begun drying his fingers. Right after cleaning himself, his both his hands began to roam around your body to fix your clothes back to normal like you were a doll in a girl's hand. You would be looking normal again if your cheeks weren’t pink, and sweaty, your mouth breathy, your makeup slightly ruined and your soul obviously defeated.

“Seems like we have 2 minutes before the initial timer ends.” Mr. Harukami finally spoke up after those very awkward minutes of silence.

This entire time after Mbbapé’s goal, there was no other goal from both teams.

“Would you like to stand up to watch the final penalties better?” Kazuha asked Mr. Harukami while curling a piece of your hair, assuming that there would be final penalties to decide the game’s winner.

“Of course, I believe I should’ve rented another room… this one doesn’t have the best angle of the goals.” Mr. Harukami commented as he got up.

“Oh, don’t worry Mr. Harukami, the game is still pleasant.” Kazuha said as he grabbed your body and made you stand up for a quick moment just for him to switch your positions and place you back at his spot in the sofa as he grabbed his glass of wine you had filled before. You felt like your entire pressure had dropped to zero when he pulled you up, which made a quick pain in head show up as soon as your body relaxed in the sofa again.

“Rest now.” He asked as he pat your head gently and kissed your forehead before walking away to watch the game from the closest view.

In the next few minutes, you just breathed in and out like a brainless worm until you finally begun to come back to reality again. And… you were mad. Literally how dare he? How dare he treat like a doll? Like a prostitute? Did Kazuha really need to do what he did to you? In front of a man you didn’t know? Was he going to keep doing things like this to you without any kind of prize or money for it? In annoyance, you finally leaned up to a normal sitting position and crossed both your arms and legs in stress, anger and embarrassment, just waiting for Kazuha to notice it and realize he made a mistake in understimating you.

“Well then… I believe this is the end of this year’s World Cup.” Kazuha joked and chuckled at the same time as the crowd in white and blue shirts started to scream with all the strength in their throats.

“Very funny, Kazuha.” He said stressed at Kazuha’s satiric behavior even if it was hypocritical of him.

“So… how are you going to pay me?” Kazuha asked as he drunk a sip of his wine.

“In cash, I’ll have it at your door by tomorrow.” He offered.

“I hope you do, Mr. Harukami. It’s 50.000 in total but spending some time with you is more valuable to me.” Kazuha joked as he finally turned to you again, offering a hand for you to get up.

You looked back at him dead in the eye and completely ignored his gentleness by getting up by your own and walking towards the door to open and hold ir for him.

“Well, I have to agree that today was definitely fun, especially how you de-stress yourself. I might even take the hint to myself.” He commented with a smirk, glazing at you for quick moment with a certain hunger, making you feel even angrier at Kazuha.

Indeed, Kazuha had noticed your displeasure but for now he decided to pretend it didn’t exist and just chuckled at Mr. Harukami’s indirect message for you.

“I would recommend it, Mr. Haru—”

“Sir.” You called Kazuha out during his moment, which could’ve been very risky to your job.

Kazuha turned to you a little surprised at your actions but still took the message, quickly changing his pace in grabbing his stuff.

“Well then, I guess we’ll bat again in the next Olympics?” Kazuha asked as he stepped in your direction but still looking at Mr. Harukami.

“For sure, Kaedehara. Now go, I have some calls to do.” Mr. Harukami agreed with a certain anticipation as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “See you at January’s convention in China!” He waved before you finally closed the door very carefully.

You begun to walk pretty quickly, taking the lead for no reason at all. And after some embarrassing seconds of walking in a really long corridor with your making loud noises each step, Kazuha finally spoke up.

“Are you angry, Y/N?” Kazuha asked, accelerating his steps to reach you.

“Yes sir, I am.” You replied, involuntarily letting some of your anger out.

“I apologize, Y/N.” He said and you finally stopped walking because you two had arrived at the elevators, pressing the button to go down before turning to him very confidently.

“You can’t just keep using me like this! If that’s all you see and want in me, I believe I shouldn’t be your secretary anymore!” You confessed how you felt, letting more of your anger leave.

“Now, now, let’s not skip so many steps.” He said, trying to get you to calm down as he stepped a little closer to you. You wish he wasn’t that confident too or that you could authority to stop him from getting close to you, but you couldn’t. So you only kept immobile, challenging him with your own body. “That is definitely not how I see you, Y/N.” He confesses, finally taking the situation as serious as it is. “You are one of the most interesting women I’ve ever met.” He complimented with a tiny smirk.

“Of course I am, I let you fuck me for free!” You joked with yourself.

“Oh, Y/N, that’s definitely not my main interest in you. You’re still a mysterious woman for me even if we’ve been together for a year and it deeply pains me. Luckily, we’re both adults, we can both have sex as we wish to. This is just the easy way for me to learn more about you, but I want to learn so much more…” He confessed and one of the elevators opened upon arrival.

“What do you want to learn about me so bad, Kazuha?” You asked, thinking he was joking as you walked in the elevator.

You aren’t rich, talented or the prettiest woman Kazuha knows. What could he possibly like in you?

Unfortunately, you decided to lean yourself against a wall with your arms crossed. So as soon as Kazuha pressed the “G” button in the table, he leaned closer to you until your foreheads were touching, his hands holding the handrail by your side. You were cornered.

“You’re a sexy, independent, intelligent and precise woman… always working hard to make my life more peaceful, better and entertaining. But unfortunately, you always restricted us to our professional relationship, so I never got to know too much. I know who your parents and siblings are but I don’t know why you have a bad relationship with them or what happened on that one phone call, remember? Where you were saying that you didn’t want to pay it? I was dying of curiosity but you still didn’t let me help you out. You’ve been edging me just like I edged you in that sofa, but for months. I know you can clearly see my burning with desire for you, Y/N. This isn’t the first time I got you embarrassed like this.” Kazuha confessed, leaving you speechless as the elevator shakes for a quick moment and the doors opened again.

“Parking lots.” The robotic female voice stated.

But both of you stood there for many seconds, and just like Kazuha mentioned, you can feel him burning in desire of bringing your lips together and fuck you like an animal right at that exact wall.

“Well, I definitely did not expect this.” You confessed with a smirk growing in your face too, making Kazuha just more amused with you. “That day, Kaedehara Kazuha, my parents wanted me to pay a debt they’ve caused by themselves in a casino. I’ve always warned them to not go there, but they didn’t listen. I didn’t only want you to not know I came out of those hags but I also didn’t want you to waste your money in them.”

“So protective of me…” He teased.

“It's my job... don't take it personally." You teased back. "But... I'm gonna trust you, Kazuha. Even if you have a lot of work to do to redeem all those make-out sessions we've done where you didn't even bother to prize me for.” You threatened jokingly, curling a piece of his hair in your fingers.

“Oh, I will… in fact, want me to work some of it out in the backseats right now?” He challenged and you stared at him for some seconds before chuckling at his desperation to savor you.

“Sure.” You said, finally pushing your way out of his prison gently, edging him yet another time. "Come on, boss." You said, stopping right at the door and leaning your body against the metal door, holding it for his passage in a very sensual pose.

"You're gonna regret being this naughty." He whispered in your ear with his usual calm voice as he walked out of the elevator following the direction of his car.

But you could feel it. He can't hide it from you.

It being his lust for you.

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