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DILF for Hire

TojixReader

Can also be read here on Ao3

Synopsis- You hired a stranger to accompany you to an event your Ex is attending. One thing leads to another and the next thing you know he's come home with you.

Content Warning- AFAB reader descriptions, Smut, cunnilingus, Edging, vaginal penetration

~Minors DNI~

You knew it was risky using an app to find a date. There were all those horror stories about 'ChadsList' and weirdos who kidnapped women or killed them. You hadn’t wanted to use a dating app for obvious reasons, one unsolicited dick pic was enough to have you delete them forever. But this new app that had taken the world by storm seemed reputable. At least to you it did. Called " Don’t Sweat It " it touted itself as a reliable and safe network that did everything right.

Background checks? They did it. Social media checks? Also done. Hell to even sign up to the app you had to provide your driver's license and wait a month to hear back. But you got it and got in. The level of security you knew other users had to go through put you at ease.

Maybe too much at ease. Looking at the man looming over you, the thick scar near his mouth, the way his lips curled as if he were annoyed. Perhaps it was just as bad as internet rumors said.

"You're Name . Right?" His voice was deep, the tone of annoyance sending a shiver down your spine. The man was tall, so tall he was half titled to look down at you as he waited. You nodded stiffly, looking at the app confirmation that sat cheerfully on your phone. The clean shaven smiling man in the photo was for sure him.

"You're Toji?" Your voice came out as a squeak, the words half strangled. Clearing your throat you blushed, looking back down at the app. It was indeed Toji, he looked exactly like the photo on his ad space.

That's how the app worked. They knew people wanted a reputable site for odd jobs and requests so one was built. Part of it functioned for the buying and selling of goods, the other half for finding someone to fulfill a request. Need a babysitter for a night, they had hundreds. Need someone to take grandpa to the doctor? Pick your driver. And for you, sadly, you had entered a search for a companion. Specifically one who would go to a company party with you and play boyfriend for a few hours. After scrolling past people who were definitely way too young to use the app, you had found Toji. Profile had stated he was a single dad, 34. The ad in question, " Anything goes ".

You sincerely hoped not. More so for his sake and his kid. Toji looked like he could crush someone with his bare hands but you still found the ad a tad reckless.

"So what's the plan?" His gruff voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you blinked rapidly to clear your head.

"Well. Tonight at 8 pm there's a company dinner I have to attend. Like I messaged earlier, I don't want to go alone."

Toji nodded, leaning back against the glass display he was next to. The fake cakes glittered obnoxiously, their cheerful sign telling you to ‘ check out the third floor! ’ You waited nervously, glancing about the busy space. Being smart was one thing you had wanted to do, so the local mall had seemed like the best place to meet him. Shoppers bustled about the well lit stores, chatter over-layed the low music that seeped from the old speakers. It wasn’t as packed as it normally was but that suited you just fine. There were security cameras and other people if he tried anything.

"Is that why you're all dressed up?" His question sounded judgmental. You flushed, looking down at your dress and heels. The elegant black dress paired with your favorite black heels was a muted choice. You wanted to look good but not stand out. Even so. The neckline swooped low, your breast pushed up nicely by the built in bra. And the dress hugged your form, leaving rather little to the imagination. It had been custom tailored after all, a gift of sorts meant for another occasion. You bit your lip in frustration. It made you feel like a clown wearing it in the middle of a mall where kids bustled past, pizza in hand.

"It is indeed." It was also why you had asked him to dress nice. Apparently Toji's interpretation was a tight black shirt and sweatpants. They complimented his form, but not at all what you had in mind. He looked like he was ready to go to the gym, not sit at a 5 star hotel bar and down liquor.

"We need to get you a suit." Your words seemed to annoy the man slightly. His eyebrows twitching as if he were trying to suppress a nasty comeback. Toji simply nodded and gestured for you to lead the way.

You did so, wobbling slightly in the heels as you made your way across the mall to a suit shop. It was the oldest store in the mall, it's elderly owner, one you knew well unfortunately. As you made your way to his shop you glanced at your wrist watch. 6:58 pm . Would that be enough time? You hoped so.

The bell above the door signaled your entry, the little old man scurrying from the back with a huge smile on his face. Mr. Itadori looked tired, the lines on his face deep. You noted the lack of his grandson in the shop. Poor old man must be working overtime.

"Ms. Name !!" How pleasant to see you again!" Mr. Itadori’s cheerful countenance made you feel guilty for some reason. The old man took your hands with a smile. His dry hands felt like cold paper against yours. Squeezing them gently you shot him a small smile.

"Picking up a suit for Gojo?"

You shook your head slowly. "Uh no. Gojo is. Gojo bro..." You paused, finding the words stuck in your throat. The old man looked at you worriedly, his fluffy eyebrows pinching as he waited.

"I need a suit for my friend!" You went for the easy route, gesturing to Toji. Mr. Itadori shot you a look before turning and sizing up the tall man. Your companion towered over him, his face stoic.

"Silly Toji here forgot about the company dinner tonight. So we rushed over here!". The forced cheerfulness in your voice was so blatant. You winced, knowing you had no one here fooled. Just a little longer and you could be out of here. Away from the questions that lingered in Mr. Itadori’s gaze. He would never ask, he was far too polite, but you could see he knew exactly what you weren’t saying. And he pitied you for it.

You waited as the old man took measurements and hummed over the fabric. He moved like lightning back and forth from one suit rack to the next. Toji watched impassively, his green eyes occasionally flicking over to where you sat. You hoped he would just quietly accept this and that the night would go over well. Paying 1,000 dollars for essentially a glorified escort was going to make a dent in your savings. Part of you was ashamed, the thought of using funds for such a stupid reason made you want to curl into a ball from embarrassment. But the part of you that was angry, hurt and betrayed, was stronger. 1,000 was a small price to pay if it would make Gojo Satoru jealous and maybe even hurt.

“I'm thinking we play off the black you are wearing dear.” You jumped slightly at Mr. Itadori’s voice. Nodding, you quickly focused, shoving the anger that had welled up back down. The small old man stood in front of Toji, holding a black suit with a dark red button up underneath. You tilted your head at the combo, but nodded. Mr. Itadori had been making suits for 60 years according to him. You were not about to question a master tradesman. Mr. Itadori quickly closed the curtains around the dressing area, scurrying over to you as you both waited.

“He’s a nice looking fellow.” His statement had a question hidden under it. You hummed, deciding to not open that can of worms. Mr. Itadori hummed back, his keen eyes peering at you from under bushy eyebrows.

“I’ll never give him another discount on suits.” You turned at the words, frowning slightly. Mr. Itadori jerked his head towards the shop front, gesturing to nothing in particular.

“You’re a nice woman, Gojo was lucky you ever gave him the time of day.” Mr. Itadori’s brows were furrowed as he scowled up at the ceiling. He seemed genuinely disappointed in the other man. You smiled, patting his hand gently. “You don’t have to change your business up because of me. I know he’s one of your top clients.”

Mr. Itadori grumbled, crossing his arms, “Well maybe I'll just stick him with a pin now and then.”

You laughed at that, shaking your head at the old man. He seemed pleased by your reaction, his expression clearing into a cheerful grin. Both of you turned in surprise as the curtain was roughly shoved back, revealing Toji fully dressed. The suit looked good on him, really good. You weren’t sure if it was just him or if Mr. Itadori was that good at his job. The black fabric clung in all the right places, emphasizing the muscles that sat tense beneath.

“Hmmm which tie.” Mr. Itadori held up a few, all of which Toji brushed away.

“This is good.” He unhooked the first 3 buttons of his shirt, exposing his collarbone and neck. You pretended not to see, turning to Mr. Itadori and digging through your clutch. Pulling your debit card from its spot, you handed it over with reluctance. A new suit was not on your list of monthly expenses. But hey you had come this far right?

“Ah, no.” You nearly jumped out of your skin as Toji pressed against you, the hard plane of his chest snug against your shoulder. The man knocked your hand from its outstretched position, offering up his card instead. Your eyebrows raised at that and you looked up questioningly. Toji said nothing, his nostrils flaring slightly as he looked at you.

No, not quite. You felt your cheeks and neck flush, he was very blatantly staring down your dress. The angle from his height gave him a nice view of the tops of your breasts and the hidden skin of your sternum that the dress was covering. Pretending not to notice you shifted, tucking your debit card away in your clutch.

After paying you hurriedly left the store, your watch said 7:20 . That was the perfect amount of time to get a cab to the venue. You wobbled your way down the stairs to the first floor, hell bent on making it to the front doors. Toji followed behind slowly, his hand stuffed deep in his suit pockets. He seemed unbothered whereas you were all nerves. Your stomach clenched and you again began wondering if this was a bad idea. The quest for revenge or at least a small slice of it seemed to be paved with stupidity. You chewed at your bottom lip as you pulled up the cab app. It cheerfully asked for your destination which you input with slightly trembling fingers. Pushing through the front doors of the mall, you input your address and almost immediately got a ride confirmation. Thankfully there was one a block away and you sighed as you stood at the curb waiting.

“So how bad did this guy fuck up?” Toji’s voice was low and even, his eyes roaming over your form as you turned to look at him. The question confused you for just a moment, but one look at his smug, almost cat-like smirk, you knew what he meant. Toji knew exactly why he was hired without you being forthcoming.

“Uh well.” You tapped your foot nervously against the sidewalk. The cab turned into the mall parking lot and you waited, not sure what to say. It skidded to a halt near you, the back doors unlatching. Toji opened your door for you, allowing you to slide in before he made his way around the other side. Once he was settled the cab was off, the driver quietly ignoring the two of you. With the divider in between, you knew that he couldn’t hear, not that it mattered.

“We dated for 6 years.” You leaned back in the seat with a sigh, tilting your head to look up at Toji. The man nodded, his expression apathetic.

“I bought this dress for an evening that was planned.” You paused, feeling that icy clench in your heart. It hurt to say these things out loud. You had barely acknowledged them the past few weeks, drowning your feelings with too much work and way too much pizza. But you had to confront them, that was the whole point of tonight.

“Uh three weeks ago we were supposed to sit down and he was going to propose.” You looked away from the man, your gaze locked on your reflection in the window. Toji was reflected as well, his eyes skipping over your form as he waited.

“Instead the day before I get a text. All it said was ‘It’s over ’.” You clenched your fists, your fingernails biting into your palms as you thought of the message. Of the calls being denied and then eventually you being blocked. It was as if 6 years hadn’t happened. As if you were a stranger pestering him. No goodbye, no explanation. Just over.

“Sounds like a pretentious prick.” Toji huffed. You glanced at him, slightly surprised. The older man shrugged at you, his expression impassive.

“He told you when he was going to propose?” The man shook his head, dark hair obscuring his eyes slightly. “Tacky.”

You shrugged, looking down at your hands. Truth be told you had disliked the fact that he had told you, that it had been so planned out. But that was Gojo Satoru. He was the son of a successful CEO, his life wasn’t just handed to him but also meticulously planned out. Every last detail, including breaking up with you. Your stomach churned at the thought of seeing him. What was that saying? Don’t date coworkers. You were feeling the consequences of ignoring that big time.

“It is what it is.” You sighed, glancing back out the window. A large rough hand was on your thigh, thick fingers squeezing gently. You jumped slightly, heat rushing through your veins as you stared at him. Toji shot you a smirk, fingers tightening again as he squeezed your thigh.

“Hey you paid me for the night. Let’s give the little bastard a good show eh?”

You laughed in surprise, one hand pressing against your mouth as a snort left you. Out of all the things he could say, all the reactions, this was different. Everyone else had given you sympathy mixed with a hint of ‘I told you so ’. It had infuriated you to no end the sorry and the looks that said that you should have seen this coming. Even worse, your mother making that face you knew meant ‘ What did you do wrong? ’.

But Toji? The man had withdrawn his hand but his smirk stayed the same. He looked like he lived for fucking around with people. Your eyes went to his hand, now resting in his lap. Toji had nice hands, the skin was nicked with small scars here and there, but they were charming. In an odd way.

The cab lurched to a halt and you felt your heart drop. There was the hotel, in its shiny glory. Bright lights flashed outside, a small group of press loitering around the entrance. Of course they were. Gojo posed for the camera like no other high society figure. He reveled in it. You hated it, the flashing lights, the lewd questions. Always entertained by the white haired man but never you. Nothing was worse than being splashed across the front page of a tabloid. What had they called you? ‘ The Mouse.’ You grimaced, unbuckling your seat belt.

Toji had already exited the car, yanking your door open and extending his hand. You raised an eyebrow as you stepped out, gently sliding your arm around his. Toji took the lead, his large shoulders easily punting a reporter aside as he made his way up the stairs. You kept your head ducked slightly, hoping that the unfamiliar man and your lack of flair would keep them disinterested.

“Hey, it's Ms. Mouse!” You flinched at the shout, your hand tightening on Toji’s arm. He looked down at you, taking in your pinched expression and tense body. From behind you could hear the reporter shouting again, the man’s greasy voice drawing the attention of the other reporters.

God this was a nightmare. You should have never come out.

Your heart dropped as you felt Toji’s arm leaving yours. Was this too much? You hadn’t exactly been upfront with the man. The request was simply ‘Need a date for a work event.’ .

“What the fuck did you just call my girl?” Toji barked. You watched, flabbergasted as his large hand whipped out, grabbing the weasel looking reporter by the scruff of his jacket. Toji shook the man slightly, snapping the question again. The reporter looked mortified, his waxy face going pale as he stuttered excuses and apologies. Toji merely scoffed, shaking his head before letting the man go. You watched as the reporter fell on his ass, sliding a few steps down before he caught himself.

“Let’s go.” Toji placed his hand against your waist, guiding you up the last few steps. The doormen swung the heavy gilded doors in, bowing as the two of you entered. You flashed your work badge to the security detail, Mr. Panda. The large man smiled at you, his signature hair buns wiggling slightly as you were let into the event. It was packed, event staff and your company's many employees bustling about. You recognised a few faces here and there, but the place was so packed it was hard to get anyone’s attention. Not that you necessarily wanted to at the moment. No, the target of tonight's actions would suffice.

“Ms. Mouse.” Toji snatched a champagne glass from a nearby waiter, downing it in one gulp. You nodded at his words, feeling slightly awkward. He was a stranger and yet, he was being shown the most awful and anxiety-inducing parts of your life.

“You act more like a mink.” He shot you a smile, the words and action making your heart swell for some reason. You coughed, trying to think what to say. The skin of your ears burned slightly and you hoped he hadn’t noticed. Words failed you as you trailed to the large gilded bar. Sliding up to the counter, you signaled the bartender. The young woman flashed a smile nodding dutifully as you asked for a Bailey’s.

“Irish liquor?” Toji leaned against the bar, not bothering to leave much space between the two of you. His hip pressed against yours, the warmth spreading across your skin. You nodded in response to his question, shoulders shrugging. As your drink was passed to you, you nearly spat it out as Toji asked for vodka, no ice. Shooting him a look, he merely smiled.

“I like the strong stuff, puts hair on your chest.”

You snorted in response, taking another sip of your drink, “Oh yeah you can attest to that?” The words were teasing, playful, but you could see Toji’s pupils dilate slightly at the words. He leaned in, one large finger playfully sliding down your right bicep. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Mink.”

You hummed in response, the lack of words more due to you attempting to regain composure. His teasing tone and finger had your stomach fluttering. A low heat pooling in your nethers as he slid the finger back up to your shoulder.

“Oh My God!” You both flinched at the loud squeal that rang out across the venue. It was so shrill the sound somehow was louder than the rest of the party. You knew that voice all too well, with a sinking heart, you turned, glancing over your shoulder at the commotion. It was Gojo of course, his new shiny pink haired fiance plastered to his side. She was the one squealing, her shiny skin and lips reflecting the party lights all too well.

“Jesus how much plastic is pumped into that bimbo?” Toji’s question made you chuckle. He wasn’t wrong, the woman looked like she was three surgeries away from being on one of those botched surgery shows. Not that it mattered to her, no being the heiress of a large makeup company meant she had little to worry about. Especially so with her future husband secured before any surgery could go wrong.

The squealing was apparently about jewelry, because of course it was. The man was laughing, his stupid suit sparkling slightly under the bright light. It made him look ethereal, as always. Gojo was larger than life, otherworldly looking. And he knew it.

Part of you felt incredibly insulted. Had you not been dumped by him, had you never dated him and this was just a regular work event? Incredibly uncomfortable and inappropriate. No one would stop him of course, Son of the CEO and all that. But you could see the discomfort rippling through the ground, the shared glances and small grimaces.

You flinched as his gaze shifted, his fiance chattering away with one of her friends. Gojo’s icy blue eyes met yours, eyebrows lifting slightly. He was surprised you were here. You took a small step back as he started cutting across the crowd, your back hitting the bar.

“Can I touch you?” Toji’s odd question pulled you from your frozen state, you gaze lifting to his. The man was leaning awfully close, his warm breath tickling your forehead. His eyes crinkled in the corner and the grin he was wearing was definitely a shit eating one. Toji was up to something.

Your gaze went back to Gojo, the man stopped by a few coworkers and blessedly still several feet away. His eyes kept flicking to you however, the blue you once loved making your stomach cramp with worry. Looking back at Toji, you nodded once, wondering what he was up to. It wasn’t like he had asked to touch you early on the stairs.

Toji leaned in, one hand sliding around your waist while the other tugged your chin up, tilting your head towards his. You gasped in shock as his warm lips met yours. His tongue slid into your mouth, teeth clicking together slightly at the passion in which he kissed. Toji pressed against you, the hand at your waist sliding lower until he was grabbing a handful of your ass. It made your knees weak. His rough kiss was breathtaking, literally. You flushed, pulling away to catch your breath.

Toji smirked, his eyes not on you but over your head. Without turning you knew he was staring down Gojo. Something very few people had the balls to do around here.

“I am going to freshen up in the bathroom.” You stated shakily, your face tomato red. Also regain your composure, how many coworkers had just seen him grab your ass like that?

Toji merely smirked at your words, downing his vodka in a single gulp. You scurried away, slipping down the back hall and into the ladies room. There was no makeup to fix, you had opted for a simple lip gloss. You dabbed a wet paper towel around your lips, taking off the excess gloss that had been smeared there. There was nothing to do about the bright red of your face, time would cool your flushed cheeks. You were tempted to splash cold water on your face, but that would lead to drippy mascara.

Opting to not stress about it, you took a deep breath, puffing out your chest slightly as you fixed your dress. You looked good and you had successfully gotten in a little jab at Gojo. It wasn’t much, but it was as good as it was going to get. He was a spoiled rich boy, he would forget you and forget this moment in a matter of days.

Stepping from the bathroom, you started down the hall, back to the loud noise of the party. Your head felt slightly foggy still from the kiss, like Toji had somehow stolen your breath. Cheeks burning brighter, you felt your stomach tighten at the thought of his lips against yours again, his hands sliding over your skin.

“So who is the meathead?” You spun around, the train of thought broken. To your dismay the worst case scenario was playing out. Gojo, in his bright blue suit, stupid dark shades nestled in his hair, stood in the hall. Hands shoved deep in his pockets, he sauntered up to you. He was upset, despite his large grin. There were creases near his eyes, a slight twitch in the right corner of his mouth. Gojo was just barely keeping it together.

Toji had really gotten under his skin. You swallowed the urge to smirk, leaning against the hallway wall casually. Feigning disinterest, you gestured down the hall, back to the large crowd.

“You mean my date? Toji?”

Gojo nodded, “Yeah, since when have muscle heads been your type?” He was definitely irritated and as he took another step forward, you shrank back. The super angry part of you wanted to ask what was so great about his new bimbo fiance. But you didn’t have the heart. She wasn’t the one who broke your heart, she wasn’t the one who had ignored your texts and calls for answers. Just because she had chosen an unfortunate set of surgeries didn’t mean you could be nasty about her. It would make you no better than Gojo.

“I'm surprised a guy like him even has a suit.” Gojo laughed, the sound slightly strangled. You took another step back, lips pulling in a straight line as you attempted to swallow the small pang of fear that bubbled up in your chest. Gojo was known for always getting his way, known for jealousy. You had seen it while dating him, the anger and stonewalling he would direct at you when someone dared glance at you the wrong way. As if the glances of strangers were your fault.

“Kinda soon after a breakup to let another man shove his tongue down your throat?” His voice was much too loud, a half yell that felt like it echoed around you.

“Says the man who dumped me for a heiress.” You snapped back, crossing your arms against your chest as you leaned back, trying to avoid his advancing pace. Your words irked him, his thin white eyebrows dancing slightly as he tried and failed to hide the snarl that flashed across his face.

“You know I was going to be nice.” Gojo laughed, brushing a hand through his hair roughly. His stupid small glasses were flung off, skittering across the floor behind him. The man paid no mind, leaning forward as he spoke. He looked almost manic and as he opened his mouth again you caught a whiff of alcohol.

Just great. Drunk Gojo was a persistent asshole who would whine, yell and cry until he got his way.

“After Hillary and I got married, I was going to let you be my mistress.” He spoke with such sincerity it was laughable. You snorted, one hand coming up to cover your mouth as your brain tried and failed to think of a snappy response.

“No thank you.” A simple answer, but your words upset him, the man swaying as he took another step forward. His brow crinkled and you could see tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. He would cry, then yell until finally you crumbled. Or at least that was what he was expecting. But you were no longer dating him, no longer giving him your heart on a silver platter.

“No one else is gonna give you what I can.” His words slurred slightly, a single tear sliding down his cheek. What he was giving you was the start of a migraine. But you had no time to respond, a warm hand sliding around your waist. It was Toji, glaring at the other man. You relaxed slightly, pressing against him with a small sigh. He was a stranger but still more welcome than the sniveling man that stood in front of you.

Gojo stood up straight, his jaw clenching as he took in the tall man. His blue eyes shifted back to you, once again shining with tears.

“Please, no one else can give you what you want. Just me.” Gojo’s lips trembled as he looked at you, his eyes begging you for an answer. Instead of tugging at your heart, it made you angry. You clenched your fists, trying to think of an appropriate response.

“Full offense pal but you don’t strike me as the pussy eating type.” You let out a shriek of mixed shock and delight at Toji’s words. The man smirked at you, his fingers tightened slightly on your waist and you became painfully aware of just how warm he was. Gojo for his part was standing in shock, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“Speaking of, let’s get outta here.” Toji laughed this time at your look of disbelief. You allowed him to shepard you away from Gojo, your face burning red at his words. Gojo was shouting something as you made your way to the front door, but you couldn’t hear it. Rather your mind didn’t bother to pick it up. You were too focused on Toji’s hand, it had slid back down to your ass, thick fingers squeezing the flesh gently as you walked.

“Fuck that guy.” You nodded numbly at Toji’s words, blinking as he shoved something in your hands. It was your clutch, you must’ve forgotten it at the bar. You took it gratefully, fishing your phone out clumsy.

“Your place?” Toji asked, his voice low. You blinked at him in surprise, your hands freezing mid air. What did he mean? You tilted your head, brow furrowing as you waited for him to elaborate.

“I was serious.” He gestured back towards the hotel venue. Your frown deepened. Serious about what?

“You look stressed, getting eaten out might relax you.” He spoke so matter of factly, no trace of teasing or sarcasm. His expression was genuine for the first time that night. You felt your mouth drop open as you sputtered, unsure of how to respond. Was he serious? Part of you hoped so, the thought of his head between your legs, green eyes watching as his tongue lapped at your folds. It made your knees weak.

You shook your head, snapping yourself out of that train of thought. He was still a stranger. Toji waited, a small smirk on his lips as if he knew the internal battle you were having. Plucking your phone from your hands, he opened your messaging app. You watched as he clicked on your most frequent contact, Nobara. Toji lifted the phone slightly, snapping a selfie of the two of you. In it you looked slightly dumbfounded, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. He sent the photo, then handed the phone back to you.

“Now your best friend knows how I look.”

This guy was too smooth. You bit your lip, looking down at your phone as you thought. To your place or not? As if to give you a nudge, Nobara responded. ‘Please tell me you got a piece of that beef cake.’

You opened the Cab app, quickly typing in your address. Looking back up, you wiggled the phone at the man. He smiled, slipping his arm around your waist and escorting you down the stairs. There was no more press outside blessedly, they had either left or slipped into the venue uninvited. Looking up at the night sky, you chewed at your bottom lip, heart racing as you thought of what you were about to do. This was utterly unlike you. And yet, you found yourself incredibly thrilled.

The cab arrived and as you sat in the back, you couldn’t help but bounce your leg. You could hear your heartbeat as the cab turned on familiar streets and made its way towards your apartment. Toji looked calm, leaning back against the seat as he watched you. His gaze was almost predatory, green eyes narrowed to slits. It made your heart skip a beat.

The cab stopped and for a moment you were frozen. Then you were out, walking shakily up the stairs to your apartment building. Your key card got you inside and then the two of you were making the long trek up to the 8th floor. The excitement waned slightly as you stumbled up a step, your heels catching on the metal stairs.

“Which floor?” You looked up at his question, wiggling your heel from the stupid gap between the metal slats. Toji motioned up the stairs, wordlessly asking his question again.

“Oh! 8th Floor.” He nodded, then swooped in, lifting you with ease. You squawked in surprise, the hard planes of his shoulder digging into your stomach. Toji bolted up the stairs, easily clearing the long trek in a matter of moments. You stared, impressed as he set you down. The man wasn’t even winded. He seemed to know what you were thinking, flexing his chest, the buttons of the suit visibly strained, just barely keeping together.

Your hands trembled slightly as you swiped your key-card again, your heart pounding so hard you could hear it. The thrill of doing something like this was making you dizzy with excitement. Opening the door, you tiptoed past your two neighbors to your apartment at the very end of the hall. The door creaked as you opened it and slipped inside. Toji followed, his eyes roaming around your rather messy apartment. You felt a twinge of embarrassment, the pile of clothing near the door was meant for donation, yet you hadn’t had the time or the heart to take them away just yet. Nearly everything in that pile was gifted by Gojo or something he had mentioned as his favorite. It was a sad reminder of the past, one you wished never happened.

Kicking off your heels, you crouched, rubbing at your feet. The shoes while amazing looking pinched your toes way too much. You wiggled the appendages as blood rushed back into your pinky toes.

“Did you pick this or him?” Toji’s voice sounded judgmental and as you turned to look you felt your face heating up again. He had plucked the light blue lace lingerie that had been sitting on the top of the pile. Shaking your head, you stood and snatched it from him.

“Him.” You tossed the garment back on the pile, your shoulders slightly tense. It was hitting you again that Toji was a complete stranger. You felt nervous, fingers twisting together slightly as you stared up at him.

“What do you prefer?” Toji leaned in as he asked the question, his eyes narrowed to slits. He was teasing you, his pupils dilating as he took in your look of questioning surprise.

“Honestly?” You picked at the fabric of your dress, unsure of where to look but not wanting to meet his intense gaze. “Nothing. No fancy lace, no leather or anything like that.”

Toji smiled at that, nodding. He didn’t comment on your opinion as you expected. Most men did, asking why you didn’t feel sexy or what was wrong with looking good. You thought you did look good, no wrappings or decoration needed.

“So. We’re doing this?” You gestured lamely towards your bedroom. The open door showing your black comforter and the closed blinds beyond. Toji shrugged, reaching up to undo his suit jacket buttons.

“Only if you want to. If not, I can leave.” His words hung in the air, green eyes locked on your face as he waited for your decision. You chewed at your bottom lip, gaze flicking between him and your bedroom. It wasn’t like you were drunk, quite the opposite you were fully lucid. And as odd as he was, Toji didn’t scare you, didn’t set off any alarms. In fact the only thing he set off was your arousal. The man had teased you already to the point of being wet.

Taking his large hand in yours, you led him to the bedroom, closing the door behind you. The apartment complex was touted as being sound proof, but you still didn’t want your floor neighbors hearing anything.

Turning back to him, you held your arms awkwardly to your sides, unsure of the next step. You had never had sex randomly with a stranger. It was always with a partner that you had been dating for a good amount of time. This was new and you were feeling slightly insecure. You shifted nervously, biting your lip as you tried to think of the first move.

Toji sat on the bed, shrugging his suit jacket off and tossing it on the floor. You watched, slightly mesmerized as he rolled up his sleeves. His muscles rolled under the tight shirt, their outlines tantalizing beneath the red fabric. Toji caught your glance, smirking slightly as he shifted his leg, spreading them open as he patted his thigh.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, head tilting as you watched him pat his thigh again. Slowly, you shuffled over, face burning as you sat on his right thigh.

“What do you like?” His question had you pause, eyes searching his face as you pondered. Had any of your previous partners ever asked you that before? You didn’t think so.

Cheeks burning, you ducked your head slightly, eyes locked on your hands which sat limply in your lap. Toji’s chest was warm against your side, his large hand resting against your waist gently. You shivered as his lips brushed against the skin of your neck, the sensation exhilarating. He bit the skin gently, your heart rate picking up at the action.

“Im not sure.” You answered honestly. Gojo hadn’t been the best of partners, despite 6 years together you could easily count the few amount of times he had made you orgasm on your hands. He had been very selfish in the bedroom, often leaving you feeling like a glorified sex doll rather than a partner. Before him had been partners as inexperienced as you, awkward fumbling, not quite figuring things out. You had yet to be with anyone who was experienced. The thought had you blushing deeper, more so from embarrassment at the unspoken revelation.

“Can I take the lead then?” Toji nibbled at your ear, his grip on your waist tightening. You nodded slowly, your heart rate picking up again as a shiver ran down your spine. His hand slid to the zipper at the back of your dress, fingers quickly tugging it down. You shivered as the dress opened, the warmth it had been holding being replaced by cool air.

Toji’s large hand moved to your back, fingers pressing against your spine as he drew his hand downwards. You sat, eyes wide and lips slightly parted as you waited for his next move. His eyes weren’t on you, not quite. Toji was focused on your skin, his lips moving so softly against your shoulder that it tickled.

The man had come off earlier as impatient and slightly crass. But now he was moving achingly slow. He smirked at his expression and you felt your face flush deeper. Toji was doing this on purpose, he was teasing you.

“No bra?” His thick fingers tugged at the back of the dress, the fabric quickly sliding down to your waist. You shivered, goosebumps cropping up as the cool air hit your chest. Nipples standing on end, you let out a small sigh as you shook your head. “Built into the dress.”

Toji hummed at this, his eyes locked onto your breasts. If you didn’t know any better you would think this was his first time seeing a pair. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated. A puff of air left his lips and you laughed, deciding to tease him back.

“So you’re a boob man huh?” Your words set forth a flurry of motion. Toji’s movements were so fast and fluid you barely had time to register the fact that he had indeed moved until you were on your back on the bed. Your mouth dropped open, heart racing as you stared up at the man crouch on top of you.

“I am an everything man.” Toji practically purred, his voice so low you almost didn’t hear it. Part of you wanted to laugh at the words, but he spoke with such conviction all you could do was nod, lips parting as you stared up at him. You shivered as he shifted, tugging your dress from your hips and tossing it aside. Both of you paused, you from embarrassment, Toji looking near feral. With how tight the dress had been, wearing underwear really wasn’t an option. You pressed your thighs together, your face burning as you looked away, not wanting to look at Toji.

The older man laughed, licking his lips as he straightened. His fingers deftly undid the buttons on his shirt, the red fabric flying to the far corner of your bedroom. The white undershirt quickly followed, leaving his chest exposed. You swallowed at the sight.

Beefcake indeed. Toji was built, his broad shoulders and chest complimented by his rather slender looking waist. Scars littered his skin, the small marks scattered about wildly. His muscles rippled beneath his skin, making you wonder just how he worked out to be that in shape.

‘Triangle Shaped’ Popped into your mind and you giggled. Toji squinted at the noise, his belt half undone. You bit your bottom lip, watching as the belt slowly slid from the pant loops. It too was tossed, the sharp noise of his zipper following the sound of the belt hitting your dresser. Bright green boxers made your eyebrow lift slightly and you stifled another giggle. Not at all what you had expected.

Leaving just his boxers on, the nice suit pants quickly lay draped across the floor. Toji joined them, to his knees at the edge of your bed. You lifted yourself on your elbows to see him better, waiting for his next move.

“OH!” You gasped as he grabbed both of your ankles, tugging you to the very edge of the bed. His head was positioned right above your cunt, warm breath fanning across your skin. You shivered in excitement, eyes wide as you watched him.

Toji spread your legs, warm breath tickling the sensitive wet flesh of your pussy. You shivered again in his grip, the warm puffs of air feeling teasing as they slid over your skin. His grip shifted from your ankles, sliding tantalizingly slow down your calves, then thighs. He finally rested his thick fingers on your waist, pinning your legs in place on either side of his head.

“You like teasing?” Your question was slightly shaky, your heart beat making your lungs feel breathless and head hazy. Toji smirked, nodding as he licked his lips. His dark hair obscured his eyes slightly, the green hue of his pupils nearly hidden beneath the dark curtain. It was like being stared at by a hungry predator. You wanted to urge him to start, to stop staring so intensely, but your words sat trapped in your chest. The anticipation was too thrilling, your body angled towards him as you waited, breathless.

Toji bent his head, lips gently caressing your inner thigh. The touch was barely there, each one butterfly light as he trailed down to the apex of your thighs. A strand of dark hair tickled against your other thigh, the sensation matching his infuriated soft kisses. You squirmed slightly in his touch, stilling as his hands tightened their hold. Toji paused, looking at you through his lashes.

“Be still darling.” You nodded, suppressing the shiver that ran down your spine. The man smiled at you, his grin sharp and catlike.

“Good girl.” He pressed a kiss against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure deep through your core. You gasped, trying your best not to let your hips buck into his face. Toji chuckled, tongue sliding roughly across your clit. You moaned quietly, clamping a hand over your mouth as he dragged his tongue across your folds. His tongue was burning hot against your pussy, the warmth he radiating seeming to all spill out through his mouth. Your fingers tightened over your mouth, a strangled moan slipping out.

Toji bent forward, his nose rubbing against your clit as one hand slid up your side, tugging your elbow and pulling hand from your mouth. He wanted to hear you, a fact that had your face bright red.

His hand slid back down your side, rough fingertips teasing as he slid the hand up your thigh then down. You whined low as you felt a finger slide against your folds, the finger resting at your entrance. His lips were on your clit again, sucking harshly as the finger gently circled your entrance. You wiggled your hips slightly, breath coming in pants as he continued with the slow torturous pleasure. Toji chuckled again, the vibrations making you whine.

He pulled away from your clit with a pop, pressing his tongue flat against your folds as he slipped a finger inside you. The thick digit was met with slight resistance, your walls tightening around the finger slightly.

You shivered as Toji began pumping his finger achingly slow, the pleasure a dull burning in your stomach. He ran his tongue up your pussy, laving at your clit before turning suddenly and biting the inside of your thigh. You yelped in surprise, hips bucking up in response.

The action shoved his finger deeper, your walls fluttering slightly as his finger scraped against the sensitive flesh.

Toji slipped in a second finger, the action stretching you. He chuckled at your red face and the short panting breaths you let you. The man was reveling in teasing you. He spread his fingers wide, the ache of feeling overly stretched starting up. You let out a whine, hips moving as he began rhythmically pumping his fingers. His rough skin felt heavenly, the friction building the tight heat coiling in your abdomen. Toji hadn’t broken his intense gaze, his eyes drinking in your gentle writhing as he pushed his thick fingers in deeper with each stroke. It was erotic in an odd way, you liked how he looked at you.

Toji’s teeth scraped over your clit, the action sending you over the edge. You gasped as you came, your walls spasming around his still pumping fingers.

Toji pulled back, letting your legs dangle limply over the edge of the bed. He smirked as he licked his fingers clean, eyes crinkling with amusement as he took in your relaxed form.

“Feeling better?” Toji teased, nudging your leg with his knee. You nodded, it had been a while since you had orgasmed. Toji smirked, turning and grabbing his slacks from the ground. You sat up, confused as he started tugging his pants on.

“You’re leaving?” You tilted your head as you asked, brow furrowing. Toji paused, one eyebrow raising as he looked at you.

“I said I’d eat you out and I did.”

You nodded slowly, gesturing with one hand to his very tented boxers. “What about you?”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, glancing down briefly before back up at you. “I didn’t want to impose. I'm not a horny teen, I’m not pushy with women I barely know.”

You blushed at his words, they rang true. He was right, you were just strangers. Still, you felt the heat in your stomach coiling again, not quite wanting the night to end. “Well, I wouldn’t mind.” You bit your lip as you spoke, “If you were a little pushy.”

He stood for a moment, hands on the waist of his slacks as he decided. To your delight, the pants were dropped, Toji kicking them off with a grin.

“I can blow you?” You suggested, feeling slightly embarrassed to utter the words. Toji shook his head. “Gagging is a turn off.”

You opened your mouth to state you wouldn’t gag, and found yourself speechless as he dropped his boxers. Maybe you would gag, the man was thick, much thicker than you thought possible. What he lacked in length he made up for in girth. You shivered as he gave himself a quick pump, his thumb rubbing against the beads of precum that sat on the head.

“Ready?” Your nod of affirmation was jerky, your eyes locked on his cock. The man slid onto the bed and you wiggled backwards to give him room. He nestled between your legs, warm skin pressing against you.

Toji grasped both of your thighs, pulling your hips up to meet his. You gasped as he entered you, eyes wide as you struggled to accept his length. Toji was surprisingly gentle, his hips still as he waited for your body to relax. You did so slowly, moaning as he pushed further in, the stretching of your overstimulated walls making you nearly cum again. Twisting your hands in the comforter beneath you to ground yourself, you mewled as he stretched your walls further.

“Almost there.” He grunted, teeth clenched in a partial snarl as he slid in another inch. His broad chest was flushed, large arms shaking slightly as he held still again. The sight was divine, Toji looked like he was holding himself back just barely. You shifted, canting your hips into his and allowing for the last bit of him to slide in. The man grunted in surprise, hands tightening their hold on your thighs.

The grip was intense and you knew you would have bruises the next day. You found yourself shivering at the thought, walls fluttering around his cock as you drank in the sensation. Never before had you had a partner like him in your bed. It was exhilarating.

Toji drew back slightly, his thick cock rubbing against your walls as he pulled nearly all the way back. There was a small pause and then he was slamming back into you, the force mind numbing.

You let out a long gasp, head lolling back as the tip of his cock hit your cervix. The mix of pain and pleasure added to the fire in your stomach and you matched his pace as Toji began thrusting into you. Toji spat out a curse, the word strangled. You shuddered as he leaned over, biting your calf. He was like a wild animal, the odd composure from earlier slipping away as he thrust into your wet heat.

You felt your release building again, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to a second release. Walls fluttering around him, you softly let out his name, hips canting to meet his. Toji tilted his head back at his name, eyes narrow slits as he took in your light panting and sweat soaked skin.

He moved, again faster than you had time to comprehend. You cried out as he flipped you, still fully seated within your heat. You found yourself face down in the comforter, cunt aching as he pulled back and began thrusting again. Moaning into the blankets, you scrabbled to ground yourself, feeling his heavy weight pushing you further into the bed. His broad chest pressed against your back, pinning you in place as he continued his almost desperate thrusting.

You felt one of his large hands slid beneath you, roughly grabbing your breast. Toji shifted slightly, putting his weight on one elbow, the other hand pulling your hips closer roughly.

“Where?” The question confused your pleasure-addled mind. You moaned in response, pushing your hips back into him. Your walls fluttered wildly as a smaller orgasm hit you. Toji groaned, head resting against your back as he continued his pace, thrusting through your orgasm. It was too much, tears of over stimulation leaking from the corners of your eyes. Your cunt ached, each thrust scrapping harder and harder against your cervix.

“Where little mink?” His voice was strained, words coming out in a gasp. The fog in your mind cleared slightly and you pressed your hips against him. “Inside.” The word was whispered, barely audible, but Toji heard.

The man’s grip on your hip tightened painfully, his thrusting becoming erratic and sloppy as he chased his release. You moved weakly with him, feeling as though your bones were made of jelly. Toji came suddenly, his teeth latching onto the skin of your back as he thrust his cock deep within your walls. You whined at the sensation, the warm feeling of being utterly filled was erotic.

For a moment the two of you lay, locked together. You quickly caught your breath, head pressing into the comforter as the urge to sleep washed over you.

Toji rolled off of you, his limp cock slipping out. You shifted, rolling on your back to look at him. The man smirked at you, one large hand reaching out to pinch your nipples. You swatted at his hand, a laugh weakly leaving your lips.

“We should do this again.” Toji sat up, reaching to snag his boxers from the floor. You nodded quietly in response. It would be nice, maybe you could become something other than strangers.

“It’s late, so I need to get back.” He was standing now, reaching for the rest of his clothing. You sat up, feeling slightly dizzy as you watched him dress. Sluggishly you tugged on a bathrobe, ignoring the sensation of his cum sliding across your thighs.

Walking Toji to the door, you paused, looking up at the man. He leaned down, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

“If you don’t mind kids, you’re more than welcome to join me tomorrow morning for breakfast.”

You raised an eyebrow at his offer, smiling in response. “I’d love that. Where should we meet?”

Toji smirked, opening the apartment door before turning to you. The look on his face was one of extreme amusement.

“How about the lobby?” You tilted your head, eyes narrowing at his teasing tone. Toji jerked his thumb to the stairwell that sat across the long hallway. “I live on the 5th floor. See you at 8?”

Your mouth fell open and you nodded stupidly as the older man laughed. He leaned in again, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before sauntering down the hall. You watched him leave, rolling your eyes at his perfectly sculpted behind. The night had not really gone as planned. But you were just fine with that.

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Take My Hand, Wreck My Plans - Chapter 1

Summary: Fresh after her third, and final, breakup with Tamlin, Feyre decides a one night stand is exactly what she needs to get him out of her system. Except, her one night stand with a violet-eyed stranger ends up being far more than she bargained for.

Or; the one where Feysand gets knocked up from a one night stand. A contribution to @officialfeysandweek2023 Day 3: Family.

🌶️🌶️🌶️ ahead!

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Maybe, in hindsight, the third tequila shot had been a mistake.

The first one, though, had been strategic. Feyre had come to Rita’s that night with a purpose, and that purpose had rattled her to the bone. Her hands were shaking when she sat at the bar, and she frowned at her phone screen, watching the words as she struggled to keep her grip steady.

If she was going to do this, she needed a drink. An ounce of liquid courage that burned down her throat, bloomed in her chest and spread to her fingertips, loosening her body. It didn’t ease the tremble in her hands, but that had more to do with the small green text bubble that she’d been staring at since she got here.

Got stuck in traffic. I should be there in five x

Feyre set the phone on the bar so that she could run her palms over the black bodycon she’d squeezed herself into, hoping to erase the evidence of the sweat gathering in her palms. She was nervous. Of course she was nervous. She hadn’t done anything like this in… years.

It was Alis’s fault, really. Several nights ago, she’d discovered Feyre hunched over on the bathroom floor, sobbing into her hand as she sorted through nearly a thousand couples photos on her phone—again. It was the third time Feyre and Tamlin had broken up, which marked it the third time Feyre was erasing any evidence of him off her phone. The final time, she swore, well aware that the photos still sat in a hidden folder on her phone since she hadn’t summoned the courage to delete them permanently.

“Maybe you should go out,” Alis had suggested. “Meet someone new. Do something fun and impermanent.”

“Impermanent?” She’d blinked past her tears to force Alis’s frown into focus. “Do you mean like… a one night stand?”

Alis had shrugged. “I think it’d be good for you.”

Feyre had sat on that suggestion for a week, torturing herself with all of the usual post break-up rituals. Unfollowing him on instagram, archiving all the couples photos on her profile, stalking everyone in Tamin’s likes. And when Tamlin had posted a series of pictures of a barbeque from the weekend prior and Feyre had swiped to see her ex-boyfriend with his arm slung proudly around Amarantha’s waist—the girl he’d sworn she didn’t have to worry about—Feyre decided that maybe Alis was right. Maybe she did need to do something to help her move on from Tamlin permanently. She needed to find someone who could help her have fun, purge him out of her system for good.

In a surge of courage that Feyre now partially regretted, she had sent a text to her old college roommate.

I want to get drunk and slutty this weekend. You down?

Drunk and slutty? Feyre, did someone steal your phone? Kidding! You know ‘drunk and slutty’ is my legal name, of course I’m down! For real though, is everything okay?

Tamlin and I broke up.

Well, fuck him! Let’s go to Rita’s and have the drunkest, sluttiest time at his expense.

It had been years since Feyre had been to Rita’s. Mor and Feyre used to go to the nightclub semi-regularly when they had been living together in college, but Tamlin wasn’t very interested in nightlife and Feyre had stopped going shortly after they’d started dating. She’d stopped doing a lot of things, actually.

But she wouldn’t think about that now. She was here to forget Tamlin. She was here to get drunk and throw herself into the crowd of writhing bodies, losing herself in the music that he would have undoubtedly complained about.

She had forgotten how loud it was in Rita’s. Music thumped through the overhead speakers, set to such a high volume that Feyre could feel the bassline vibrating in her chest, elevating her already racing pulse.

“Feyre!”

A bright-eyed woman came racing up to Feyre, her long blonde hair swishing behind, falling just above the scoop of her backless red dress.

“It has been too long,” Mor declared, not waiting for Feyre to stand from the bar stool before she barrelled into her side. It helped that Mor was tall, especially in heels.

“It’s good to see you,” Feyre said—surprised by how much she meant it. “You look incredible, by the way.”

Mor’s red lips stretched into a smile as she ran her eyes over Feyre. She gave a low whistle. “Look who’s talking. You weren’t kidding when you said you wanted to get drunk and slutty. What are we having?”

“Tequila,” Feyre answered, fingers pinched around her empty shot glass.

“Really?” Mor scanned the crowd, lips pursed. “I was thinking I’d like a brunette.” She turned back to Feyre with a roguish smile and winked. “Tequila will do for now, though.”

If they were going to be dancing, Feyre was definitely going to be needing another shot. Usually by the time they’d made it out to Rita’s in college, they had already spent the evening nursing their low-budget alcohol that had tasted more like motor oil than whatever label had been slapped over it. Dancing hadn’t been an issue then, but that was a time when Feyre had felt freer.

At least now, she could afford a drink at the bar.

Or two.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Mor said, leaning against the bar after ordering a round of shots from the bartender. “I invited my cousin to join us.”

Feyre had a vague memory of the stories Mor used to tell about her cousin—one of her closest and only family members. It was good that Mor had invited someone else. Feyre had every intention of going home with someone tonight, and it was a relief to think she wouldn’t be abandoning Mor in doing so.

“The more the merrier.”

Mor grinned. There was a mischievous glint in her eye as she accepted the shot glasses from the bartender and passed one to Feyre. “To slutty new beginnings,” she said, raising the shot glass in the air.

With a short laugh, Feyre clinked her small glass against Mor’s, and together they knocked back their heads to down the numbing liquid. It didn’t take long after the heat hit the back of Feyre’s throat for Mor to grab her by the wrist and drag them both into the center of the dance floor.

The transition was difficult for Feyre at first. Her body was too stiff and there were too many people. It was difficult to keep from brushing shoulders with the other dancers while she tried—and failed—to copy Mor’s graceful movements while also keeping time with the upbeat music. Eventually, Mor laughed and grabbed Feyre’s hand.

“You’re thinking too much!” she called over the loud ambiance. Raising Feyre’s hand over her head, Mor twirled her in place, then tugged Feyre’s back to the front of her body. Mor’s hands fell to Feyre’s hips, flush against Mor’s as they swayed back and forth.

“Don’t look at what I’m doing,” she whispered into Feyre’s ear. There was a sensual scrape to her voice that caused Feyre to suppress a shiver. “Close your eyes and listen to the music. Move your hips against mine—does that feel good?”

“Mor!” Feyre whispered with a sharp laugh. Heat was rising to her cheeks, but she obediently shut her eyes and focused on the music. “Are you trying to teach me how to dance, or seduce me?”

Mor hummed impishly. “Can I not do both? I thought we were embracing our sluttiness tonight.”

“I’m going to end up wanting to go home with you,” Feyre said, only half teasing. She leaned back into Mor and raised her hands into the air, allowing her friend to guide their rhythm. “Everyone else is going to pale in comparison.”

“I don’t know about that.”

Mor’s voice was pointed enough that Feyre’s eyes fluttered open. A pair of striking eyes met hers, shining violet against the red lighting of the dance floor.

“Oh my—”

“Good luck,” Mor purred into her ear, before giving Feyre a soft push towards the purple-eyed man cutting towards them.

His lips were twisted into a devious smile, one that was eerily reminiscent of the friend who was rapidly disappearing into the crowd, gone before Feyre could scramble after her. Dancing couples closed into the space she left, pushing Feyre closer to the dark haired stranger.

“Hi,” she whispered, hoping he would blame her breathlessness on the dancing. “I’m Feyre.”

“Hi Feyre,” he said, flashing her a cat-like grin. “Care to dance?”

Feyre hadn’t even realized she had stopped. “Of course,” she said, though the music had become a distant white noise.

Embrace your sluttiness, Feyre chided herself, thinking of the way she and Mor had just been grinding against each other. With a slow, steadying breath, Feyre stepped closer to him. He was so tall that she could just barely wind her arms around his neck, and she was suddenly grateful she’d opted to wear heels despite how her feet were already aching.

His hands fell to her hips, warm and broad and far too respectful, considering she’d just pressed the entire front of her body against his.

“What’s your name?” She tried to mimic the way Mor had spoken to her just a moment ago—low and husky, sensual like the fragrant smoke blowing over the hard-tiled floor.

“Rhysand,” he said. “But my friends call me Rhys.”

“Rhys,” Feyre echoed, letting her tongue linger on the word, the same way she wanted to let it linger over the brown, tattooed skin she saw peeking through his black collared shirt. Why did that name sound familiar? She dropped one hand to his elbow, pushing it forward so that his hand slid around the curve of her hip and landed firmly on her ass.

“And what do your lovers call you, Rhys?”

“That depends,” he murmured. Those decadent eyes darkened, dropping to her mouth. “What would you like to call me?”

Daddy? She thought, feeling her entire body heat at the suggestion. That was clearly the tequila talking. Ordinarily, she would never dream of saying something like that out loud and now the word hung dangerously on her tongue.

She nearly said it. But she wasn’t that drunk yet.

Instead, Feyre took a solid moment to compose herself. Rhysand was staring at her expectantly, hardly dancing despite how their hips were flush and his palm pressed into her ass. She liked that he was patient, waiting to follow her lead, taking only what he was being freely given. More green flags than she was expecting from a stranger she’d picked up at a club.

With a face and body like his, she thought surely he must possess some significant shortcoming. At the very least, she expected he had to be a massive prick. But that didn’t matter. Because she wasn’t looking to marry him, or even have a conversation with him. He could be a self-absorbed asshole for all she cared, because after tonight she was never going to see him again. Which meant she could be bolder, say whatever she whatever—be whoever she wanted.

Feyre leaned up, curling her finger around his biceps to steady herself so that she could press her lips to his ear. “Tonight, Rhysand, I want to call you mine.”

He had to shout over the music to be heard. “Yours?”

“Yes,” she crooned, starting to feel the alcohol loosen her body, urging her to be brave, to be reckless. “Tonight, you’re only allowed to dance with me.”

The scent of his cologne tangled in the air, dark and heady like a raging ocean storm. There was no greater freedom that Feyre could imagine than throwing her arms open to the embrace of whipping wind, feeling the sea-spray in her hair and letting the riptide carry her to the vast horizon. At least for tonight, she wanted to drown in him and emerge someone new. Someone carefree and wild who couldn’t remember Tamlin’s name or why her heart was fractured.

Tonight, Rhys was hers. And she was his.

“Are you the jealous type, Feyre?”

From the way he posed the question, Feyre had the sense he found that appealing.

“I don’t like seeing people touch my belongings,” she said, playing into her new role. A seductress—an entirely different woman from the dull, caged-in Feyre who had walked through the door under an hour ago. “Unless that doesn’t apply to you?”

“Oh, Feyre darling,” Rhysand pulled away so that she could see the full extent of his grin. “I was yours from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

They’d hardly stumbled through the front door when Feyre’s back hit the wall. Her dress was already hiked up her hips. The hem had first slipped up when she’d wrapped her legs around Rhysand’s waist as they were coming up the stairs, and the hand he’d edged along her inner thigh certainly hadn’t done anything to help.

The fabric had been ungodly short already. Or at least, that’s what Rhysand had complained to her throughout the last several hours she’d spent grinding her barely clothed ass against him.

He said it one more time for good measure, gasping it against her lips—”This dress is going to kill me.”

“Then take it off.”

“Believe me, I have every intention of seeing you undressed,” he said. His eyes dipped to the cleavage spilling out to tops of the v-shaped neckline. He groaned, ducking his head to leave a trail of nipping kisses along the edge of the seam. With his face practically buried in her chest, he growled, “But first, I’m going to fuck you with it on.”

“Rhys—”

“Right here,” he interrupted, rolling his hips forward for emphasis. “Against this wall.”

His erection was thick, pressing through his trousers so that she could feel its shape perfectly against the soaked lace of her underwear.

Her response was compulsive and utterly reluctant. “I have a roommate.”

His head snapped up, rising from her chest to search her face for a moment, before he flashed her a shameless smile. “Better hope you can keep quiet, then.”

Oh, holy forgotten gods. Feyre’s muscles clenched at the idea—of the ways that he could help her to ensure she stayed quiet, picturing those large hands wrapping over her mouth. Or better yet, her throat. But they were both drunk, and likely incapable of staying quiet, and she was going to say more to protest, but he cut her off by slipping a hand between her thighs.

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, at the same time Feyre whimpered from the feeling of his thumb swiping against her clit. “Have you been this wet all night, Feyre?”

Yes. It was a show of extraordinary self control that she hadn’t asked Rhysand to take her in one of the alleyways behind Rita’s, like she’d contemplated doing several times when he’d been slowly grinding against her ass and whispering absolute filth into her ear.

Filth like describing what he was doing at this very moment, sliding her underwear down her legs.

He asked, almost casually, “Do you think you’ll need something to help you stay quiet?”

Surely he wasn’t suggesting…? Feyre bit her lip, feeling an anticipated thrill spike through her.

Trying her best to summon the seductress from Rita’s, she asked, “I think that depends on how confident you feel about your own… skill set.”

Rhysand clicked his tongue. “So bratty, Feyre.” He’d managed to slide her panties down her legs now, and she watched in disbelief as he balled them in his fist and raised the wet, crumbled fabric to her lips. “Open.”

She stared for a moment, unblinking, realizing that she’d never actually tasted herself before—except for the rare moments she’d been kissed after someone had gone down on her. It had never been unpleasant, but it had always been brief, accidental.

As if sensing her train of thought, or merely observing her hesitation, Rhysand licked her arousal off his fingers and smiled. “Don’t worry, darling. You taste exquisite.”

A bit dumbfounded, Feyre obediently parted her lips, allowing Rhysand to slip the balled up underwear into her mouth. The cotton stuck to her tongue, wet and tangy from her own arousal.

“Good girl, Feyre,” he said, stirring something dangerous and exhilarating inside of her. His thumb and forefinger squeezed against her cheeks, as if feeling the space the underwear took up in her mouth. “Do you taste how wet you are? So eager to be fucked.”

Her cheeks were heating up, embarrassed and aroused and trying to wade between those two conflicting feelings. No one had ever talked to her this way in the bedroom before. They weren’t even in the bedroom, and a strange part of her was getting off on the idea that Alis could walk out and find them like this, with her underwear in her mouth and a stranger praising her for being such an eager slut.

Rhysand’s fingers returned to her pussy, gliding through the wetness to tease at her entrance. She gasped, the sound smothered against her underwear, as he slowly slid a finger inside her, then another, sliding them both to the knuckle.

“Fuck,” he swore again. “I usually like to—I wanted to make you come first. On my fingers. But you’re so wet, Feyre. I think I could fuck you just like this. And I could put you on my tongue afterwards.”

Feyre’s head fell back against the wall. She bucked her hips forward, hoping her meaning was clear—just fuck me already, you asshole.

He laughed, hurriedly dropping a hand to his belt buckle to free himself from his trousers. She watched, saliva collecting in the recesses of her mouth as Rhys pushed his pants down just enough to free himself. He took his cock into his fist, pumping the thick length with two casual strokes before he adjusted himself at her entrance.

Feyre dug her fingers into his shoulder. She didn’t think any partner had ever been as big as he was, and it had been almost three months since she and Tamlin had last had sex.

“Is this what you want?” Rhys asked, pausing with his flushed head right against her cunt. She could feel it throbbing against her—or maybe that was her own ache building, so unbearable at times throughout the night that she’d barely resisted the urge to beg him to just bend her over one of the tables at Rita’s.

She thought of the last tequila shot they’d had before they left, how he’d poured the salt line against her throat, the way his tongue had scorched a path over her skin.

With a small, exasperated huff, Feyre ground against the head of his cock, trying to fuck herself on him if that’s what it would take.

That earned another cruel laugh. “I guess that answers my question,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. “Pretty, needy thing.”

Then, with her head still spinning from his praise, Rhysand thrust his hips forward. Feyre’s hands turned to fists against his shirt.

“Oh, fuck,” Rhys choked out, all of his suave confidence suddenly forgotten.

Feyre was forgetting everything, too. Like how to breathe. There was no room for air in her body anymore. It was being squeezed out of her, escaping in a single, surprised gurgle as she became aware of every nerve, blazing white-hot while her body searched for a way to accommodate the space that Rhysand was demanding.

The wall at her back became a cool, solid extension of his body, caging her against him, leaving no space to squirm away as the head of his cock pushed into a group of nerves that had Feyre clenching around him, desperate to escape because otherwise she would scream and surely wake up Alis. Rhys felt it, because his eyes went wide, and a moment later one of his large hands was covering her mouth.

His eyes were dark, the color of the night sky when the moon was swallowed whole. “Right there?” he asked, stilling his hips, lingering against the spot that was causing splotches to dot her vision.

Feyre’s head lulled back, wondering if she found a version of euphoria that was so pure, it bordered on pain. She started babbling nonsense around the underwear, rendered into wet and smothered sounds against his hand while she began writhing desperately against him, grinding his dull head against that cluster of nerves over and over—until she was drunk on it, on him, on the way he swore softly beneath his breath and whispered, “That’s it Feyre. Use me. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

He allowed her a moment to chase her own pleasure, his full lips splitting open in awe, eyes half-lidded as he watched her grind her hips. Then, he started meeting her with slow, precise motions, keeping himself directly in that spot so that he was fucking her there, forcing her to come undone with every tortuous roll of his hips.

“Gods, Feyre,” he panted. “You should see yourself like this. You’re so beautiful. Letting me fuck you in your little dress. You’re so—” he halted, their hips flush together so that he could grind against that spot in one slow, deliberate movement that had Feyre heaving, spluttering against the underwear and his hand as she felt herself tighten around him. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

Her nails bit into his skin. She knew it must have hurt, but he only groaned, saying nothing in protest as she slid one hand into his hair and tugged. She wasn’t even certain what she was trying to tell him. Fuck me or harder or don’t stop. Or just please.

Please, please please.

It didn’t matter. Rhysand’s breathing was ragged, practically as undone as she was as his hips continued their onslaught. The momentum pushed her into the wall with every thrust, resulting in a dull thumping noise that nearly drowned out the sound of their slapping skin, or her gushing arousal, or the wanton moans he smothered with his palm.

His pace staggered a bit, and she thought he must have been close because he opted to drop his hand from her mouth in favor of rubbing her clit. She could feel her own drool against his fingers, wet as he circled them between her thighs. Some of it was still dribbling over her chin, but the mess that she’d become was the last thing on her mind while she bit down fiercely on her underwear in an effort not to scream.

Feyre didn’t know how to tell him that she was going to come. She tugged on his hair, a low whine building in her throat.

That must have been enough, because he whispered, “Oh, Feyre—baby, I know. Look at me, darling.” It was an effort, but she pulled her head upwards, meeting his burning violet eyes. “Such a good girl. You’re going to come for me, yeah?”

She nodded, knowing her eyes were as wide and wild as his own. Feyre didn’t know why, but in the midst of the surge of pleasure ratcheting up her spine, she felt suddenly tempted to reach up and brush aside some of the hair that was plastered to his forehead. She wanted to see his face, memorize the shape of his mouth as it slackened into an open ‘o’, moments before he leaned forward to kiss her—undeterred by the drool or the underwear or her desperate gasp for air as the mix of sensations threatened to drown her whole.

Rhysand groaned. The vibration lingered on her lips, then rippled, the final push to topple her over the edge. Feyre jerked her hips, uncertain if she was trying to escape or chase the ecstasy violently crashing over her body, causing every muscle to contract. Rhys kept her still, kept the rhythm of his fingers steady even as his own pace faltered. He gasped into her mouth, driving his cock deeper before his body stilled and she could feel the distant, pleasantly warm sensation of his release.

For a moment, the hallway went starkly quiet, disturbed only by their ragged breathing. Their chests rose and fell, brushing idly against each other like the sea over the shore. Eventually, Rhysand was the first to move—pulling his fingers from her clit so that he could push them into her mouth and pry the underwear free.

It made a horrifying squelching sound as the fabric hit the floor. Feyre met his eyes, mortified, but his lips were already stretching into a smile that immediately chased away her concern. He thought it was funny. That tugged a small smile to her lips too, and then they were laughing softly together as Rhysand errantly swiped his thumb over her chin, wiping away the excess saliva.

“Do you think we woke up your roommate?” he asked.

“If not, we can always try again. In my bedroom, this time.”

Rhys grinned. His hands slid down to support her weight so that he could pull them away from the wall. “Which door is yours?”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit—Shit!”

There was a soft knock on the bathroom door.

“Feyre?” Alis called. “Everything okay?”

“Just a minute,” Feyre called, in a voice which betrayed that everything was most definitely not okay.

She raised the small, digital stick closer to her face out of some misguided hope that the double lines were just a trick of the light. There was no way she was actually pregnant. She was on the pill, and she’d been taking the doses mostly on time.

Don’t panic, don’t panic, don’t panic—

“Shit.”

#Take My Hand Wreck My Plans #Feysandweek2023 #feysand #feysand fanfic #feysand fanfiction #feysand fic #Feyre x Rhys #Rhys x Feyre #Feyre x Rhysand #Rhysand x Feyre

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Trick or Treat!!

57 Roy x Jamie :3

57. dating apps ☺️

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11:21 p.m. lucky for you that’s exactly my type

Roy’s bored. It’s not like he just sits around answering messages from pictureless Grindr blokes, but he’s bored and he’s scrolling and he's horny and it’s not like a 25-year-old 5’10" toned vers bisexual sounds unappealing, necessarily, even if that’s all he’s got to go on.

11:23 p.m. What is?

11:23 p.m. your bio

Roy may have been a bit drunk when he set up his account the other night, so who the fuck knows. He flips to his profile and reads, “emotionally unavailable but I eat arse so there’s that.”

Right.

Roy Kent is not old, thank you very much, but in his day, you picked people up in a bar or at a party or after a match because fit, interested people tended to linger. Now there’s an app for that. Brave new fucking world.

He’d downloaded fucking bantr out of morbid curiosity, a few months after he broke things off with Keeley, and deleted it within 20 minutes. The problem with bantr is that the whole point is to make some deep, meaningful connection that’s based on more than just physical attraction. Roy already had that. He fucked it up. That’s the last thing he wants.

Grindr, though. That’s more his speed.

11:26 p.m. That so?

11:27 p.m. it is. everyone else on here just wants their dick sucked, man. where’s the creativity?

11:27 p.m. So it’s the creativity then, not the offer itself

11:28 p.m. listen mate, if you’re offering…

The photo suddenly gracing Roy’s phone has got to be the most perfect bum Roy’s ever seen, round and smooth and muscled and…yeah, Roy would fucking feast on that.

Wait.

Another picture comes through, another that shouldn’t be identifiable, no face, no visible tattoos, just a perfectly sculpted torso, left arm casually flexed with his hand cradled behind his neck. His right arm is strategically out of frame, other than the pretty, angular hand nicely framing a gorgeous cock straining against tight black pants.

Perfectly sculpted torso and casually flexed right arm and pretty, angular hand and gorgeous cock that all belong to Jamie Tartt.

There’s not the slightest sliver of doubt in his mind. Roy sculpted that body himself. It’s fucking Jamie, that perfect bicep from the new lifting routine, the tan from his trip to Brazil, the Orion’s Belt of freckles on his left pec.

Fuck.

11:33 p.m. speechless, yeah? you’re welcome

He should not fucking reply. He should close the app. Delete the conversation. Block Jamie’s profile. Delete his goddamn Grindr account.

11:35 p.m. You always this much of a cocky prick?

11:35 p.m. nah, way worse in person

11:35 p.m. you want it though, don’t ya?

11:36 p.m. can i see you?

Roy takes a breath. Don’t reply, close the app, delete the conversation, block the profile, delete the account. Lots of great options here.

Instead he takes a breath, pulls off his shirt, and snaps his own faceless torso picture. He glances at it just long enough to decide it’s good enough and sends it before he has time to think about it any harder.

He doesn’t know what outcome he’s hoping for here. Maybe Jamie isn’t as fucking deranged as Roy apparently is, maybe Jamie won’t immediately recognize some random hairy chest. Or maybe Jamie will know immediately, too. Maybe he’ll have the good fucking sense to do what Roy should have done and pretend this never happened.

Minute after agonizing minute ticks by, and Roy is a fucking idiot, why the fuck…

11:41 p.m. right

11:41 p.m. so you coming over now or do we have to wait til 4am?

Roy stares at the phone for a minute before typing a response, throwing his shirt back on, and grabbing his car keys.

11:42 p.m. On my way

#😇#thanks for the prompt babe!#royjamie #roy/jamie #roy x jamie #ted lasso fic #my fic #my writing #fic or treat 2023

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The Drop - Part One

Bakugou/Eijiro/Fem!Reader

☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎

The Scene - Part Two

DNI 18+ Language, mature BDSM themes. Consensual control/beating/restraint. Dom/Sub relationship.

You know me, I love my edgy fluff!!

Clutching at your necklace you take a deep breath. "Until five," you murmur. Tears threaten but you look up blinking, you don't have time to reapply your makeup. Trembling, you open your phone, clicking on favorites, you open his profile. Tears slip down your cheeks. "Shit," you sniffle. Fuck it now, you let them fall hot and wet down your face, screw the makeup. Sitting back on your hotel bed, you know you'll be late to the big breakfast opener. Clicking edit you slowly delete three letters and replace it with Eijiro. It looks strange seeing his name, when was the last time you even thought of him as anything but Sir?

It was at the club, after your breakup with another same old, same old type of guy. You'd been curious and found a local club hosting an informative event. Scared as shit you'd paid the cover and snuck in, sitting in the back. Huddled in a chair you watched wide eyed as the man on stage began putting restraints on a woman stripped down to her underwear. A soft chuckle next to you had ripped your gaze away, landing instead on the large redhead that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"First time?" Kiri could see the telltale sign of frightened curiosity.

"Yeah," you breathe out shakily. Pointing to the stage you see the woman now blindfolded, "what's going to happen to her?" You're sure your heart has never beat faster as excitement and fear mingle into a new startling sensation.

"Whatever she asked for." Eijiro raised his small whiskey glass and sipped. He'd seen you slink into the crowd and work your way to the back. There was something about you. Soft but with an edge, he couldn't take his eyes off you, so when you'd sat down, he'd grabbed his drink and beelined for you before someone else gobbled you up.

"Wait!?" You glance up as the man pulled out horrendous looking whips. "Whatever she wants?!?" The woman was standing completely still as the man ran his gloved hands over her body, his whips gently caressing her skin. "I thought," you lean closer to whisper. "I thought it was up to him?"

Smiling Kiri shook his head, "how it happens is up to him but it's a negotiation beforehand. She has soft and hard limits as does he, both know what's allowed."

"Are they going to have sex?" You whisper quietly this time. Red hooded eyes appraise you. The smile staying on his face, Kiri shakes his head again.

"Two different things, this isn't about sex, it's about dom and sub together."

Looking back up, the man has begun whirling his whips, watching horrified you realize the woman is barely flinching, the whips are almost kissing her. "She's not screaming in pain." This earned another chuckle.

"She's in subspace."

"Subspace? What's that?"

"An amazing place but a dom has to be careful, when they're in subspace it can be easy to overwork your submissive."

"Overwork?"

Taking a deep breath Kiri set his drink down and patted the seat next to him. "Sit here, sorry, I don't know your name."

"I'm (y/n)," moving, you slide in next to him. At that moment you notice he's much bigger than you realized. "Oh," escapes from your mouth before you can clamp your lips shut.

"Oh?" Eijiro tilts his head questioningly.

"You're bigger in real life."

"You know who I am?"

Laughing, you nudge him gently, "uh, yeah, Red Riot." His eyes flare in the dimly lit room.

"Why are you here (y/n)?"

Turning back to the stage you watch in fascination. The man is clearly hyper focused on the woman, every move he makes is deliberate and intentional, something flares in your stomach reaching down like a hand grabbing your clit suddenly, you almost groan out loud. "I think this might be something that would make me," you pause searching for the right word. Turning back to Kiri your heart leaps in your throat at the glint in his eyes, "happy?" You finish lamely.

"Happy?"

"Well, I'm not sure about that," you point to the stage, "but I just feel like something's kinda missing."

"Missing?" He echoes back at you.

Fidgeting, you shrug, "I'm successful, I have a good job and I'm good at running my life. I'm strong willed and have a bratty nature sometimes." You blush, "wow, that all just came outta my mouth."

"Good, I like hearing about you, what else?"

Shrugging, you smile, "everyone keeps telling me that I'm a dominant person but," you sigh, "I'm definitely an alpha, I can manage a million things with one hand and whip up a batch of cookies with the other."

"I love cookies," Eijiro winks.

"Oh, well, you know what I mean. I'm the person everyone comes to when something has to get done."

"So, what's missing?"

Taking a deep breath, you decide to just jump in the deep end, what could you lose? That's why you came here in the first place. "Dating men is hard and sex," you glance at Eijiro, "I - I like a man to take charge in the bedroom."

"But you want to take charge of your life?"

"Yeah," you breathe out, "maybe? Not always, but I think I want a man to be..." You look again at the restrained woman, the man is leaning over her and kissing her back, you can see his mouth moving, he's whispering to her. "That," you point to him, "a man to be like that."

That was it, for two months Kiri had talked to you, texting every day to ask about your day, wishing you a good morning and good night. Taking you to dinner or coffee depending on how your schedules worked. He was always probing, asking, finding out so much about you. At first you thought he wanted to date but as he dug deeper you realized he wanted something very different. Something that would be exactly what you were looking for, at least, you hoped. Then, it happened, when you'd finally slept with him, he'd taken you to such heights you'd begged him to take your body, your mind, to take everything. He'd looked at you with red eyes glowing.

"If you really want this, then I'm no longer Eijiro to you."

You sniffle at the memory, that was it, the last time you'd heard his name between the two of you.

"From now on I'm Sir."

He'd given you the collar a week later and you wore it anytime you were together. Sometimes you'd wear it out but since you weren't a full-time 24/7 sub, you generally didn't unless he was with you. For eighteen months you'd been in bliss. Being his submissive was more than you'd hoped, you'd always thought having someone tell you what to do would chaff. You were an alpha, you made the rules in your life, but it just didn't. He was demanding and exacting, doled out punishment when you were bratty, but he was never cruel or mean. He always held you and took care of you after every session. Then, your world collapsed. Four months ago, you were promoted, to head up the largest division of your company. A huge accomplishment, you'd been elated and devastated all at the same time. You had to move across the country. You had to leave Sir. At first you were going to turn it down.

"NO way!" you crossed your arms staring at Sir. "I'm not leaving you."

"Come here."

Getting up, you sat in his lap, he cradled you, rubbing on your back. "Beautiful girl, you are talented and amazing." He nuzzled your neck. "Don't let this stop you, you're going places. This was a time for you to learn and decide what you want in your personal life, now you need to conquer your professional life."

He'd been right, he always was, you'd moved away and tried long distance, but intimacy was so important to both of you that it began to show cracks and strain in the relationship. Finally, after trying to connect over the last two weeks, your phone had rung at 4am. Sitting straight up you had blinked realizing you were in a hotel. Sir flashed on the screen. Grabbing the phone, you clicked answer. "Sir?"

"Baby girl?"

His voice, smooth and rough at the same time tickled your senses. That was all it took for endorphins to flood your brain, your body felt the prickly sensation of chills as happiness coursed through your veins. You wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. "I miss you."

"I know, where are you?"

"Some Pro-hero conference my company sponsored, that you declined!"

"I did?" He chuckled, "someone's gotta save the world while everyone else is playing."

"Ugh! You could've been here Sir!" You grouse.

"I know, but that would've just made things harder to stop baby girl." He sighed heavily.

"No, we don't need to stop!"

"Listen," his tone firm, "we both know you crave touch desperately, it's what makes you tick."

"It does," you can barely speak as your throat constricts around your sorrow.

"Plus, I know you've been wanting more, even with me. I think you're ready to find someone full-time."

"Not right now!" You clench your jaw, just the thought of someone else makes your skin crawl.

"It's time (y/n), I'm never gonna tell you what to do after today. We'll be back to just being friends again, okay?"

"Okay," you mumble, your head almost fuzzy from despair.

"After I hang up, you're going to go back to bed, don't think about this. It's early there and you have a big day today. When you wake up, you're going to open your phone and change my profile name back to Eijiro. Hear me?"

"I do Sir, I mean," you stopped, you weren't ready to say his name. "I have one favor to ask."

"What?" His voice is clipped, you cringe at his tone.

"Can I wear my collar one more day?" He went quiet, you knew he was thinking, debating on the answer.

"Until five your time. At the end of the day, I expect a photo of your throat with no collar at 5:01 sharp. That's the last command you'll ever get from me."

"No punishment if I don't?" You tease, the bratty side of you rearing its ugly head.

"What do you think?" His voice stern.

Sucking in a deep breath, you nod, "I'll send the photo."

"You know, when you get back, there's a friend of mine that lives near you. He might be someone you could connect with, until you find your 24/7."

"No, I - I can't even think about that."

"Well, when you're ready, let's talk. Maybe I can come for a visit, I'll introduce you. We can all hang out as friends."

"I'd like that Eijiro," you frown, the name just felt wrong in your mouth.

You'd finally hung up the phone and followed his orders exactly, your brain and body never fought him. You'd fallen back asleep and now, you'd changed his name.

Heading back to the bathroom, you quickly fix your makeup, the first texts asking where you were starting to come through your phone. "Time to be the boss lady," you grimace and adjust your necklace carefully, touching the small circle smiling, "until five."

The day had been hectic, as always everyone was running to you for help. The kitchen had messed up on the lunch specifications for the food allergies and you'd had to jump in and order from a local restaurant twenty gluten free meals. The panel was going well now though and you'd been assured that the drinks and dinner buffet was getting set up as the day was winding down.

Sitting near the back you listened to several of the Pro-Heroes debate different issues. Watching the five on stage, your eyes kept moving back to the spiky blonde sitting at the end. Every time he talked, you chuckled. He was gorgeous, even from the distance you could see he was big, almost like, your brain had to pause... Eijiro, red eyes too but he was so different. Where Eijiro was patient and caring, you could see Bakugou was edgy and forceful, not waiting for anything. Standing up, the time for the panel was ending, it was almost 5:00. Clutching your collar, you take a deep breath.

"Explosion! You're not listening to what I'm saying."

"Dunce Head, not only did I listen but I'm freaking disagreeing." Katsuki huffed, eyeing the suits stuffed in the room. He hated these gigs, somewhere he'd crossed his wires and accidentally accepted. "I think shoving people into rocket ships and shooting them into outer space is ridiculous." He turned off the microphone, he was fucking done. In the back a woman stood up and began pacing along the rear panels. He arched a brow, now there was someone that knew how to dress. The outfit was impeccable but sexy, clinging to her curves and still leaving some to the imagination. Sighing, he waited for the other extras to finish babbling, now Raccoon Eyes was going off on some tangent. They looked back at him, he turned on the microphone, "what?"

"She asked you a question," Sero nodded to Mina.

"Look, I appreciate everyone coming out to hear all of this but just because we're Pro-Heroes doesn't mean we're smart, I mean listen to Dunce Head here." The crowd laughed. He saw sexy suit begin moving quickly towards them. He smiled, of course, she was probably in charge. "I mean, we're really just a bunch of meat heads," seeing the reaction on sexy suit's face, he chuckled. Her pace doubled as she launched herself up to the stage.

Snatching the microphone from Bakugou, you smile at the crowd. "This has been a great panel. Thank you to all of our Pro-Heroes for participating, drinks will be served right outside and the dinner buffet will be out on the lawn. It's a beautiful evening so let's enjoy." A round of applause rippled loudly through the large ballroom. Clicking the microphone off, you glare at the blonde sitting on the stool, his big body balanced precariously. He beamed at you. "No," you waggle your finger at him. "You almost messed this up, no smiling, go get a drink and be nice."

"I've been fucking nice all day."

Hands on your hips, you shake your head, "may I advise you next time Mr. Explosion, if my invitation shows up in your mailbox, just say no!" Turning, you smile at the others taking their microphones. One of the techs running up on stage helping with the equipment.

"(y/n)," you look up to see the CEO crossing over to the stage calling your name.

"Oh, excuse me everyone, do you mind meeting our CEO for a moment? He's been hoping to meet you, but the day's been so crazy."

"Sure," Sero stops to wait with Denki, Mina and Shinso. "Oh, but Bakugou is already leaving."

"What?!" You can see his spiky blonde head moving out to the bar. "I'll be right back." Jumping down from the stage your feet scream at you. "I know, I know, later I promise a full foot massage, but I gotta get him back," your whisper to your aching feet.

"Bakugou," you call as you weave through the crowd. "Bakugou!" Trying to get close, you finally call out loudly, "KATSUKI!" Several heads turn and look, including his. Blushing red, you motion for him to come back. Even from the distance you hear him click his tongue, nodding he turns and walks back.

"Miss me?" He laughs.

"Almost, not really," you laugh nervously. "But my CEO does and he really wants to meet all of you." Fidgeting, you peek at your phone. You don't have much time and you really want to sit quietly for at least five minutes before taking it off. If this brat will just cooperate.

Peering at you, your hand catches his eye. He tips his head. "That's a beautiful necklace."

"What?" You glance down, pulling your hand away. You didn't know you were even touching it. "Thanks, I um, would you go back and say hi for me?" He stands looking at you, red eyes simmering a soft crimson color. Stepping closer, he stands over you looking down. Slipping his finger under your necklace, he looks closely at the design, a blonde brow arches.

"Depends on how you ask."

The heat from his body was almost oppressive, he was so close. He was big, bigger than Eijiro. His black shirt and pants covering what you could see now was a very well-built body. "I'm not sure what you mean... um, please?" You brow furrows as you back up. "Could you please go back and say hi to my CEO?"

"Good enough," he smiles, turning as he walks back to the stage.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, you head to the bar. Checking your phone, you see you have three minutes left. The bar is relatively quiet as most people have spilled out onto the large lawn and are enjoying the music and drinks outside. Waving towards the bartender, you smile wide, "vodka tonic, please." You point to the last chair at the bar, heading to your seat, you sit, leaning on the wall, exhausted.

"Here you go," setting the drink down, the bartender winks and heads back to take more orders.

Taking a long sip, you pull out your phone. Using the glass as a stand, you flip to selfie mode. The shot is perfect, framing your neck. Reaching up, you unclasp the necklace and hit the timer, counting down, 3..2..1.. The phone clicks as the photo shows in the corner. Opening your texts, you send it to him. It's 5:01 exactly. His last command. You try not to think about it, realization dawning that it's over. The icy chill floods your brain first, like someone dumping a bucket of freezing water over your head. You can feel your body starting to shake. "Fuck," you hold yourself, wrapping your arms around your body. "Not fucking now," you seethe at yourself.

"Hey (y/n)."

Sitting up quickly, you clamp your mouth shut trying to stop your chattering teeth, your brain is frozen solid, you try to focus. "Mr. President," you can hear your words sound slightly slurred, you see him eye your drink. "Sorry, just got the chills suddenly, long day." You can feel your body and brain starting to disconnect. Not now, not now. You manage to keep your eyes on the President.

"Bakugou was asking about you," as he turns you see him, your vision is so limited you hadn't even noticed him there.

"He was?" you try to sound cheerful, but the sadness is starting to hit now. Glancing at the doors, you need to get out.

"He said he didn't get to meet the person in charge, so here you go. Katsuki, please meet (y/n)."

"Thanks," Katsuki pauses, he can see something is wrong. Your face is pale, deathly white and a shimmer of sweat has sprung up along your forehead. Those beautiful eyes are darting between him and the door. You look like a deer caught in headlights.

"I'll leave you two alone, I have to go get the ceremony started." Turning he disappears into the crowd leaving you staring at those intense red eyes, which were staring at your neck.

"What happened to your necklace?"

"Ng," you can barely think now, "it's, um...gone, time to be gone." Backing up, you turn, "I have to go," you force out in a whisper.

"Wait, are you okay?" Settling his hands on your shoulders, he can feel your body shaking uncontrollably. "Shit, are you sick?"

"Room," you whisper, eyes looking up desperately at him. "Please," you beg softly.

"What room?"

"515," almost collapsing, you feel his arm hold you steady as he guides you out of the crowded room and to the elevator. "Should I call a doctor?"

"No, not like that." You know what's happening. You've dealt with it so many times over the past eighteen months, but never alone, not without Eijiro.

Getting off the elevator, you fumble in your purse pulling out your key. Your hand shaking so badly, he reaches out to hold your wrist steady. "Thanks," you mumble. Opening the door, you practically fall onto the bed. Yanking off your heels, you strip from your suit.

"Ah, (y/n)?" Katsuki can see your beyond gone. Your eyes practically rolling back in your head, you're shaking so hard now. Grimacing as he watches you try to unbutton your blouse, he sits next to you and gently begins to unbutton. "Shhh, hang on."

"Th-thank you."

Pulling off your blouse, he reaches behind and unzips your skirt, slowly pulling it down your legs. Looking back up, he squints at you, something clicks in place. "Are you dropping?"

Eyes wide, you crawl into the bed, pulling the comforter around you. Closing your eyes, you nod.

"Your necklace, that was a collar, wasn't it? You took it off tonight. Did your Dom leave you?"

Tears trickling down your cheeks, you shake your head. "No, moved apart."

"And that happened today?" Katsuki rubs your body, his big hands moving slowly over every curve warming you up.

"Kind of, today was his last command," you manage a coherent sentence, you almost laugh. You could hear his tongue click.

"Can I talk to him?"

"To Sir?" You shake your head, "I mean, Eijiro?" Blonde brows snap upward.

"Wait, Eijiro? You're her?"

"Her? Who's her?"

"Fuck," grabbing his phone Katsuki hit speed dial, listening to the phone ring pacing the floor. "C'mon fucker," he heard him pick up.

"Fucker here," Eijiro laughs, "what's up Bakugou? Haven't heard your snarling voice in a while."

"Hey Red, listen up. I've got (y/n) here and she's in a full sub drop. She's in bad shape, I need you to help me out."

"Fuck, wait? What the fuck? You're with (y/n)?"

"Yeah, something about taking her collar off today?"

"She sent me the picture right at 5:01 your time."

"You broke a Dom Sub relationship over the fucking phone?" Katsuki was ready to punch him, what an idiot.

"We had to, no choice! Fuck, you're together?" Eijiro couldn't quite wrap his head around what he was telling him.

"I'm at some event her company is hosting."

"When do you go to that shit?"

"Shitty Hair! Fuck, listen up, what does she need me to do?"

"Oh, sorry man. Well, she likes grilled cheese, hot chocolate, stupid movies and um, well." Eijiro laughed shyly. "She likes it when I cuddle with her naked."

Glancing down at you, Katsuki lets out a sigh, "okay, got it."

"Take care of her Kat, she's special, not like anyone I've ever subbed before. She's the one I mentioned to you, that moved near you. I thought...well I guess you've met now. She gets really big sub drops. Really emotional and when she finally releases, let's completely go. No one like her. Let me know once she's back to normal."

"Yeah, okay." Hanging up Katsuki squats down, sliding his thumb under your chin, he pulls you up to stare into your eyes. "I just talked to Eijiro."

"You did?"

Watching your eyes light up at his name makes him grit his teeth, no reason to get jealous he chides himself. "He told me how to help you, so hang in there," grabbing the remote he punches in the guide. "Pick out a movie you want to watch and I'll order you some food."

"Can I have some ice cream?"

"You want ice cream?" He smiles softly, "not hot chocolate or grilled cheese?"

"No more, that's over," blinking back tears, you twist your lips thinking. "Now I want ice cream and a hamburger."

Laughing, Katsuki smoothes your hair back, "you are something else aren't you? Proud of you princess, gonna get through this quick, okay?"

"Okay," burrowing into the comforter, you begin clicking through the movies. An old Marilyn Monroe black and white pops on, you turn up the sound and nestle in to watch.

After hanging up with room service, Katsuki moves around to the other side of the bed and lays on the comforter. Putting his hand on your body, he can feel you shivering. "Still cold?"

"Yeah, but it'll go away," you try to sound strong.

"Eijiro mentioned that he cuddled with you?" Pulling down the comforter wrapped around your head, he peeks into the small opening. "Why don't we do that? It might help you warm up."

"W-What?" Pushing back the cover completely, you stare at him incredulously, "but you don't know me, I don't know you!"

Taking a deep breath, Katsuki rubs his hand through his spikes. "Listen (y/n), I'm a Dom like Eijiro. We got into this lifestyle at the same time. I understand what's happening and how important it is for you to get through this quickly, otherwise you'll get really depressed, right?"

"Yeah," tears well in your eyes, "you really understand?"

"I do, so I'm only take off my shirt, gonna leave on my pants and hold you, is that enough?"

"Yeah, that's good," a soft red blush flushes your cheeks.

"That's cute," Bakugou smiles, touching your nose. "I like that princess." Unbuttoning his shirt, he pulls himself in under the covers. Sliding up behind you, he gently cradles you against his chest. Laying one arm down the length of your body.

His heat was like a furnace, thawing your skin. The chills coursing through your body retreat as waves of his body heat ripple through you. It was like the sun pushing through the clouds on a rainy day, sighing softly, you felt every muscle that was clenched finally relax.

"There you go," he coos in your ear. "You're beautiful," he kisses your cheek softly, running his large hand down your hip and leg, warming you. "Simply and absolutely stunning."

"Thanks," you murmur, feeling your body going limp. Your eyes grow heavy, you feel yourself getting tugged down. Closing your eyes, you let yourself drift away.

You weren't sure how long you were out, but a knock at the door startles you awake.

"Shhh,"Katsuki murmurs. "It's just your food, I'm gonna get up and get everything for us." Climbing out of bed, he pulls on his shirt quickly answering the door.

You could hear him chatting with the room service clerk briefly before pulling in the small table, letting the door close behind him, he was alone. Letting out a long breath, relief washed over you. You were worried he'd let the person in. You hated seeing strangers when you dropped. Watching him you almost laugh, he was a complete stranger. So...Why did it feel like you'd known him forever? Pushing the table next to the bed, he lifts the lid on your hamburger and ice cream. Your stomach growls loudly. He scowls slightly.

"When did you eat last?"

"Um, oh...at the, um," you struggle to sit up with the comforter still wrapped around you. You're embarrassed to admit you've barely eaten.

"Don't lie to me."

Your eyes snap up staring at him, your stomach quivers deliciously from the tone of his voice. "Breakfast," you reply automatically. Looking down you open the ketchup pouring it on your hamburger. What the hell just happened?

"Good girl," a smile tugs on his lips. "Then you need to eat." Pulling up a chair, he sits across from you lifted another lid. "Ordered myself one too," he piles everything on grinning at the huge stack.

"Thanks, I hate eating by myself." You munch quietly on your burgers. Marilyn was running around on the screen with her classic hairdo and sunglasses. You've seen the movie a million times but it always makes you laugh. Every now and then you sneak a peek at the large blonde. His red eyes catch you and he smirks at you, silently chewing. You can feel the heat on your cheeks.

"Looks like your chills are gone."

"They are, thanks." Your body is finally relaxed. "I'm not ready to come out of the blanket though," you pout softly.

"Whatever you want princess," finishing his hamburger, Katsuki picks up the bowl of ice cream. "Ready?"

"Yeah," you push the last of your burger away. Standing, he moves the table out of the way and drags his chair to the edge of the bed, sitting down in front of you. Spooning the melting sweetness, he holds up the spoon to your mouth.

Drawing back, you give him an incredulous look. "What are you doing?"

"Feeding you."

Rolling your eyes, you laugh, "I can feed myself."

"Do you want ice cream?"

Again, his tone, a different kind of shiver races up your spine. "Yes," you nod. He holds up the spoon waiting. Opening your mouth, he grins wickedly, letting you tongue the icy cream off the spoon.

"Better when someone feeds you."

Blushing again, you smile, "it is."

"More?"

"Well of course," you grin. "I promise to eat every last drop, I love my sweets."

"A sweet tooth huh?" He holds up another gooey spoonful.

"My whole life, I always preferred sweets to salt."

"Not me, I'm the salty kind."

"Yeah you are," laughing you dip down hiding your smile. You can hear him clicking his tongue.

"I'm feeding you ice cream and I get shit?"

"Sorry."

"Yeah, we'll see, payback's a bitch princess." Spooning the ice cream slowly, he finally holds up the empty bowl. "Here," he hands you the bowl, his red eyes blazing.

"Here what?"

"You said every drop."

"I did, I ate it all."

"Nope, there's still some in the bowl, if you said every drop, then you mean it. Why don't you finish it?"

Looking at the empty bowl, you furrow your brow. "O-Okay, can you hand me the spoon?" There really wasn't enough to scoop.

"This bowl is gonna have to be licked out Princess," Katsuki cocks a grin at you.

"Licked?" You repeat, your jaw falling open. You shake your head. "I'm on a sub drop and you want me to lick the bowl?"

Reaching out, he runs his finger down your cheek lightly. "You promised me and in my world promises are always kept."

His tone again, a shiver races across your skin. Your eyes grow wide. "But.."

"Someone's gotta get every bit." Taking the bowl he lifts it, "I can lick it for you, since you're on a drop, would you like that?"

Staring at him you swallow hard, your stomach bursts with butterflies as every nerve comes alive. He's not really asking. "Yes," the word Sir almost slips out. You bite your lip.

"You got it," locking his red eyes onto yours, he begins sweeping his tongue through the melted ice cream, slurping loudly for effect. Winking, he never looks away but carefully twists the bowl, letting his tongue devour every inch. Setting the now clean bowl on the table he licks his lips.

"Was it good?" Your voice is small, your heart thrumming heavily in your chest. All you can think about is his tongue.

"I bet you taste better," chuckling he stands and heads to the bathroom to wash the ice cream off his face.

Flipping over you stare at his bare back, muscles rippling as he walks. You realize that you're not breathing. Did he really just say that? Turning out the bathroom light, he climbs back into bed.

"I think I'm warm now."

"Well, that's too bad, 'cause this is where I'm staying tonight."

"Tonight?" You squeak back.

"Yep, Eijiro made me promise to look after you until the end. Since I had to lick your ice cream bowl, I'd say you're still dropping, so," he pulls you back into his arms. "I'll stay." Caressing your arm softly, he kisses your shoulder.

"Alright, um," you glance over your shoulder, "did you want to take off your suit pants and be more comfortable?"

A grin splits his face, "I was hoping you'd ask."

"Just to be comfortable!" You huff as he shimmies out of his pants.

"Of course, comfort." Pulling you back into his arms, he holds you, waiting until you relax.

"Thank you, Bakugou," you whisper. You can hear him grunt.

"You don't like that?"

"Nope."

"Katsuki?"

"For now."

Turning, you look up into his red eyes gleaming at you. "For now?"

Smiling, he reaches up to turn off the light. "For now, you can call me Katsuki, but," his lips brush your cheek, "I think there's a better name for you to call me someday."

🛑TOL - This was so much fun to write!

#bakugou x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #bakugo squad #mha fanfiction #bnha bakugou #ao3 fanfic #bakugou smut #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki x you #eijirou x reader

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ijustmissyouraccenths · 23 days

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Ceilings

CW: Alcohol use, cursing.

Word count: 3,389

As Olive lay in her empty bedroom, the feeling of loneliness weighed heavy on her. She stared up at the plain, off-white ceiling that seemed to mock her with its emptiness. Thoughts swirled in her head, each one a dagger stabbing at her heart as she contemplated what could have saved her drowning relationship. It had been so long since she had felt truly content. Her ex-boyfriend Harry was not like any other guy she had known. His rise to fame had taken him far from her and their once happy life together. Tour after tour, hotels, buses, interviews, and recording sessions occupied most of his days and nights. Yet he always made time for Olive, even if it meant sacrificing his precious alone time.

Olive didn't mind taking a backseat or being second in line for Harry's attention. After all, she too cherished solitude. But she also loved seeing Harry do what he was born to do - make music. The passion and joy that lit up his face when he played was something she couldn't help but be drawn to. Even now, as their relationship lay shattered and broken, she couldn't deny the magic of watching him create art with his guitar and voice.

Unlike her past relationships, everything with Harry seemed to be going effortlessly well. Their conversations flowed seamlessly, filled with future plans and dreams of marriage, a luxurious apartment on the upper east side, and even talks of what their future daughters would look like. They were both content and had built their home around each other during their three years together.

Olive had given up everything to be with Harry and to keep their home safe. She left her full-time job as a manager at a fancy furniture store to work part-time as a barista on weekends. It wasn't necessary for her to work, but she wanted to contribute in any way she could. Her dedication to their relationship knew no bounds.

Despite their happiness, Olive knew that they had to keep a low profile. The world didn't know about them, and safety was always a top priority. She deleted all of her social media accounts and rarely went out in public with Harry, except for special occasions or parties. In many ways, Olive lived in the shadows, but she didn't mind as long as she had Harry by her side.

The shock of his phone call still reverberated through her body, even four months later. She couldn't believe he ended their relationship with a single phone call on a Saturday night. There were no final kisses, no tearful goodbyes, and not even the courtesy of doing it in person.

And then there was his cold, calculated message: "The bills at the apartment are paid for the next year, so take your time finding a new place. I'm sorry." The words rang in her ears like a broken record, a constant reminder of how easily he had let go of their love.

Now here she lay, in her usual spot on the worn-out couch in the crappy apartment she had found after the break up. The ceiling above her crackled with every movement, adding to the already suffocating atmosphere. But she didn't mind, because it was just another distraction from her thoughts. Thoughts of Harry and how much she missed him.

Despite the fact that he had covered the rent for their old place for the next year, she couldn't bring herself to go back there. Every single thing inside reminded her of him - his toothbrush in the bathroom, his jacket hanging by the door, and all the memories they had shared in every corner of the apartment.

She had given everything for him - her time, her love, her trust - and yet it wasn't enough to keep him by her side. Now she was left with nothing but an empty heart and a hollow home. And as if fate wanted to rub salt into her wounds, her noisy neighbors chose this exact moment to have another one of their infamous domestic disputes.

But amidst all this chaos and heartache, she couldn't help but wonder: where did it all go wrong? Was it something she did or said? Or was their love simply not strong enough to withstand the challenges thrown their way? These questions tormented her every day, as she tried to piece together the shattered remains of their once beautiful relationship.

Olive had been feeling trapped in her own sadness for months, barely leaving her house besides for work. But tonight, she felt a glimmer of excitement as she got ready to go out. It was her best friend's birthday and their small group had managed to snag reservations at the most exclusive sushi bar in Manhattan.

As Olive prepared herself for the night ahead, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the days when she used to go out and have fun without a care in the world. With a deep breath, she pushed aside her negative thoughts and focused on getting dressed. She opted for a sophisticated dress that hugged her figure in all the right places, accentuating her curves. She paired it with sleek platform heels that added a touch of glamour to her outfit.

After pulling her hair back into two elegant buns with wispies framing her face, Olive took one last look in the mirror before heading out. Her makeup was soft and natural, enhancing her features without being too overbearing. With a surge of confidence, she smiled at herself and knew that she was ready to take on the night.

With the simple tap of her finger, Olive summoned a sleek and shiny Uber to whisk her away to the restaurant. She settled into the backseat, surrounded by the muted hum of passing cars and the soft padding of the leather seats beneath her. Her driver was friendly and chatty, asking about her job and if she had tried the famous sushi bar before. Despite not being in the mood for conversation, Olive graciously answered each question with a smile. As they weaved through traffic, the city lights blurred together like a kaleidoscope, marking the passing time until they arrived at the restaurant in what felt like mere minutes.

With a sense of anticipation, Olive arrived at the upscale restaurant where her group of friends was already waiting for her. They were laughing and teasing each other, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as their jokes about her tardiness hit close to home. She had a bad habit of agreeing to meet up with them and then not showing up, leaving them waiting and disappointed. But tonight was different - she really wanted to go out and have some fun, she needed this break from her busy life.

As they approached the door, the girls gave their reservation name to the fancy dressed waiter who greeted them with a warm smile. He led them through the bustling restaurant to their secluded table in the back, away from prying eyes.

Olive settled into her seat and ordered a Sake, savoring the crisp taste and soothing effect it had on her nerves. The atmosphere was elegant yet lively, filled with the hum of conversation and clinking of glasses. The girls decided to share several sushi rolls for their meal and eagerly placed their orders with the attentive waiter. As they chatted and caught up, Olive couldn't help but feel grateful for this night out with her friends.

As the night wore on, Olive could feel herself slipping further and further away as she continued to drink her sakes. The alcohol burned a trail down her throat, igniting a sense of boldness and freedom within her. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment towards Harry, although she wasn't sure exactly why.

In a moment of drunken clarity, Olive realized that she needed to call him. She needed to tell him that she was doing just fine without him, and in fact he had done her a favor by breaking up with her. Her fingers fumbled with her phone as she dialed his number, the anticipation building with each ring.

Just as she was about to hang up, he answered. "Olive?" His voice was low and tired, betraying the fact that he must have been woken up by her call from some other part of the world.

"Yeah. Hi, Harry. I just wanted..." Before she could finish her thought, her phone was ripped from her hand and the call abruptly ended.

Confused and slightly annoyed, Olive turned to see her friend standing there with a disapproving look on their face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" they whispered angrily into her ear.

"Telling him off," Olive slurred back defiantly.

"Okay, well, now you can't because I just blocked his number," her friend replied calmly before proceeding to delete his contact information from Olive's phone.

A fire raged inside Olive at being denied the opportunity to confront Harry. But deep down, she knew her friend was right. Her actions were rash and messy, fueled by too much alcohol. And now any chance of closure or confrontation with Harry was gone in the blink of an eye.

Or so she thought. Not more than twenty minutes later, the girls moved their party outside to the patio, eager for some fresh air and a change of scenery. The warm glow of string lights illuminated the area, casting shadows on their faces as they continued to indulge in their drinks. Olive had already downed four Sake shots, feeling the familiar buzz start to take hold. Her friends didn't seem to mind, knowing that a night like this was exactly what she needed to let loose and find herself.

As the group of girls chatted outside, their voices growing louder and more rowdy with each passing minute, the surrounding area suddenly fell quiet. Gasps and murmurs were heard, causing Olive to turn around in confusion. Her eyes widened at the sight of someone she never expected to see again - Harry.

Her heart raced as his intense gaze locked onto hers. Without a word, he strode over to her with purpose, grabbing her arm firmly. "You, me, outside. Now." His tone was laced with anger and resentment, his words cutting through her like a knife. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Olive could do nothing but obey.

As she stood from her chair, Olive's eyes scanned the faces of her friends who watched on with ghostly pale expressions. They knew about her tumultuous past with Harry and the pain it had caused her. But now, as she watched them walk away together, it felt like déjà vu. It seemed history was repeating itself once again.

“I-I uh, how did you know I was here?” Her voice trembled as she spoke, her heart pounding in her chest. She suddenly felt completely sober, the effects of the alcohol dissipating in an instant. She was sure any moment now she would pass out, but not from drinking.

“Your contact was still sharing your location. I tried to call back but you blocked me.” Harry's words were harsh and they sent a shiver down Olive's spine. She couldn't find the right words to say, her mind racing with memories of their past together. She watched as his lips continued to move and remembered what it felt like to kiss him for the last first time - bittersweet and heartbreaking all at once.

Their first date had been a picturesque picnic. She had handcrafted fresh sandwiches, cutting them into perfect triangles and arranging them neatly on a plaid blanket. The fruit was meticulously cut into cute little cubes, adding pops of color to their spread. Everything was carefully wrapped and placed in a wicker basket, like something out of a romantic movie.

As they settled into their cozy spot in the park between their two apartments, the sun shone down warmly and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. The scene felt like it was straight out of a fairy tale.

Mid-bite into a juicy strawberry, Harry leaned in and left a lingering kiss on her cheek. She couldn't resist taking another bite, savoring the sweet taste as he leaned forward and pressed his soft yet slightly chapped lips against hers. As they pulled away, he remarked that she tasted like the fruit she was eating. In that moment, she knew she was falling in love with him.

A heavy silence fell between them, and for a brief moment Harry stopped talking. The weight of their shared memories threatened to pull her under, but she pulled herself back, determined to stay strong. In reality, all she wanted to do was run away and cry, and maybe hide under her bed forever. She had tried to block him out, to push him away, but it never quite worked.

“I didn’t block you,” she whispered timidly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I got drunk and called you to say I moved on. Ally took the phone away when she saw what I was doing.”

Harry's expression remained neutral, his gaze fixed on her face as she spoke.

“Olive, why did you call?” he finally questioned.

She looked up and met his eyes, searching for an answer in the depths of his gaze.

“Harry, why did you break up with me?” Her words hung in the air like a veil of sadness and regret.

As Olive waited for Harry's response, the tension between them was palpable. She could see the conflict swirling behind his eyes, a mixture of emotions she couldn't quite decipher. The park seemed to grow quieter around them, as if the world was holding its breath in anticipation of what would come next.

Harry let out a sigh, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I broke up with you because... because I thought it was for the best," he finally admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of regret.

Olive felt a surge of anger rise within her at his words. "The best for who, Harry? Certainly not for me," she retorted, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion.

He winced slightly at her words, the weight of her pain evident in his expression. "I know I hurt you, Olive. I never meant for things to end this way," he said softly, reaching out as if to touch her but then pulling back just in time.

She looked away, blinking back tears that threatened to spill over. "You have a funny way of showing it," she muttered bitterly.

Harry's gaze softened, full of remorse and longing. "I messed up, Olive. I made a mistake letting you go. I thought I was doing what was right, but all I did was break both of our hearts. I was scared. It had never been this serious with anyone before, so I ran. Ran to protect you, ran because I though that was what I had to do. It wasn’t what I wanted to do though."

Unable to hold back any longer, Olive turned to face him fully, tears streaming down her cheeks. "And now what, Harry? Do you expect me to just forgive and forget? Ive spent the last four months staring at my ceiling wondering what I did wrong. How I could’ve changed things. Why you stopped loving me." she choked out, her voice cracking with emotion.

His eyes met hers with unwavering sincerity. "No, Olive. I don't expect forgiveness. But I hope for a chance to make things right. I think about you constantly and wanted to reach out for a while. I was guilty though. I didn’t want to see you upset so I just stayed away. I miss you though. I miss us. I miss the house we wanted to buy or the little jokes or making you a cuppa tea," he declared earnestly.

As their eyes locked in a silent exchange of raw emotion, Olive felt a glimmer of hope flicker within her heart. Maybe there was still a chance for them to find their way back to each other amidst the tangled mess of their past.

A soft breeze rustled through the trees, stirring the fallen leaves as Olive grappled with Harry's heartfelt confession. She wiped away her tears with a trembling hand and took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Harry, it's not that simple," Olive began, her voice wavering with uncertainty. "I can't just forget all the pain and confusion you caused me. It's not fair to ask me to put myself through that again."

Harry's expression shifted, a mix of understanding and desperation crossing his features. "I know I messed up, Olive. I'm not asking for forgiveness right away. I just want the chance to show you that I've changed, that I'm willing to work through this with you."

Olive gazed at him, searching his eyes for any hint of deceit or insincerity. "How can I trust you again, Harry? How can I be sure that history won't repeat itself?" she questioned, her voice tinged with skepticism.

Harry took a step closer, reaching out a hand tentatively towards Olive's shoulder. "I understand your doubts, Olive. But I promise you, this time will be different. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust and make things right between us," he vowed earnestly.

Olive hesitated, torn between the lingering pain of their past and the flicker of hope Harry's words ignited within her. "I need time," she finally whispered, her gaze dropping to the ground as she processed the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her.

Harry nodded solemnly, his hand retreating as he gave her the space she needed to come to terms with everything. "I'll wait for you, Olive. As long as it takes," he assured her softly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of longing and determination.

Harry reached out a hand towards her, a silent plea in his eyes. "I know it won't be easy, Olive. But if there's one thing worth fighting for in this world, it's us. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust and make things right between us."

A sense of vulnerability washed over Olive as she gazed into his eyes, seeing a glimmer of hope reflected back at her. Taking a small step forward to close the gap between them, she whispered softly, "Okay, Harry. Let's take this one step at a time and see where it leads us."

As the words left her lips, a tiny smile formed on Olive's face. Slowly, trembling with emotion and uncertainty, she reached out and took his hand. They stood there, locked in a moment that felt like a lifetime as their fingers intertwined. The world around them faded away, replaced by the warmth of his touch and the memories they shared. They stood there for what seemed like hours, lost in their own thoughts and feelings until finally, Harry broke the silence. "Oliva," he whispered, calling her by her full name for the first time in months. "You know I love you."

Her eyes met his again, softening as she took in the sincerity of his words. She knew he meant it this time, she could feel it in the way he looked at her and held her hand. A shiver ran down her spine at the sound of his voice - it always had that familiar effect on her - but this time, it was different. There was something new in his tone; something promising and earnest that gave her hope. She smiled softly up at him before leaning in slowly to press her lips gently against his own; their first kiss since that fateful night they decided to part ways. It was slow and tentative at first, but soon enough they were lost in each other once more. Their hands tangled up in each other's hair, their bodies pressing closer still as they forgot about everything else around them except for each other. The taste of cherry blossom saké lingered on their tongues as if to remind them both where they were.

A small part of Olive couldn't believe it – how quickly things had changed from anger and hurt to this moment – but another part recognized that there is no point holding on to pain.

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winterchimez · 7 months

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Old Tales, New Beginnings

(a repost bcs the original masterlist sadly got deleted 😭💔 changed up a few things & tqsm @sungbeam for helping me with the banner i wuv you 🩵)

SUMMARY: Ever wondered what if the stories you've been told growing up had an alternative ending? Well, you're in for a ride as The Boyz retell famous true crime & classic novellas in a different light.

PAIRING: the boyz x f!reader

GENRE: retelling of true crime & classic novellas (more details can be found in each season's masterlist!)

A/N: hello my fellow readers! so initially i wrote beast in the beauty as a standalone series, but as time passed more ideas came popping up and here we are with an OT11 series!! i will try my best to retain the strength to eventually bring you guys all 11 seasons in total!!

as of 23/09/2023, two seasons are now available!! please do check them out, and i would deeply appreciate if you could reblog this to spread the word & it does help motivate me to bring you guys more stories in the future!!

send me an ask/comment to be added into the taglist for the series!!

S1: Beast in the Beauty (Lee Hyunjae)

Set in the year 1911 in the streets of Whitechapel, London, a place infamous for its notorious Jack The Ripper murders that haunted the nation for the past decades.

Except for the fact that the killer after seemingly disappearing for a while at least, decides to strike again. It is up to you as a rookie detective, the handsome yet charming profiler Lee Hyunjae, and your group of friends to finally put the killer behind bars once and for all.

PAIRING: profiler Hyunjae x detective f!reader

STORY: jack the ripper au

S2: Redemption of Love (Choi Chanhee, Lee Sangyeon)

Choi Chanhee—better known as the Phantom of the Opera, has dominated the Paris Opera House with his lifelong partner, Christine Daae, for years. Until one fateful day, an incident forces them to be separated and never to be reunited again.

Decades later, you have begun your journey here at the famous opera house with the help of your fiancé, Lee Sangyeon. After several performances, it was then that you would come face-to-face with the renowned phantom himself, and he is determined to never let you go again, convinced that you were his long-lost partner whom he has not seen in many years.

It is now your choice to make. To give your heart to the once-forgotten phantom? Or to stand firm and marry the love of your life.

PAIRING: phantom of the opera Chanhee x singer f!reader x fiancé Sangyeon

STORY: phantom of the opera au

S3: tba

S4: tba

S5: tba

S6: tba

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pralinesims · 2 years

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Uhm, hi. Hello?

First of all, I am sorry for worrying some of you guys so much. I truly can't express how grateful I am to everyone sending me messages, trying to get in touch with me, supporting me, etc... I read all of your messages, I will try to reply to them piece by piece. I am so sorry that I can't do that immediately, but currently I am not in the capacity for that. Please forgive me, and know that your words reached my heart, I seriously mean it.

How should I start? Recent months were... Rough. Damn rough. Mentally, I've been the lowest I've ever been in my life. Even lower than usual. Bottom-pit low. It's uncomfortable talking about it, but it was... hazardous, if you understand. Won't say more about it. Around christmas holidays, my depression started getting more extreme. Main catalysts were probably the feelings of abandonment, issues with myself, loneliness + social disappointments, family deaths that happened, experienced sicknesses, world events, etc. All this stuff kept piling up with time, bad things never seemed to end, day by day I felt more awful and wanted to disappear. I also deleted all social media from my phone, plus I changed my phone number. I just was sick of everything.

After a few months of feeling like shit, I thought I would get a little bit better. Nope. Covid had to strike 2 of my immediate family members, and me. Worsening my mental health again, plus physical health after thinking I maybe recovered a bit. This put a real blow to my mental health once more, after desperately attempting for years to not catch it. And it still got me, while being 99% only at home. FML.

That virus lasted 3 around weeks, it was horrid. Had all kinds of different symptoms in a limbo, when thinking it would get better, it got worse again. Coughed like a madman, and still do. Some symptoms don't seem to disappear yet, even after testing negative for weeks now. My asthma got worse aswell, breathing is way harder and I get dizzy real fast.

I still don't feel good mentally at this moment, but at least not as severe, and a bit better to allow myself to go online a bit and interact here a little. Baby steps, right? I can't promise I will be online now all the time, but it's been first for me now since a few months. I realize I have to adjust to this again. Feels nice, and a bit scary too if I'm being honest. Kinda unfamiliar to do social stuff again. I really missed being here, but not being online also felt good. It was what I needed, everything else would have overwhelmed me.

Not everything was completely negative though, during my abstinence, I got into some new interests while trying to stay sane and keep myself distracted & occupied (or you could say, reawakened some old hobbies): I've really gotten into fragrances, baking, collecting dolls, decorating with flowers, and drinking tea. Yes, me. Some might remember my rants about tea tasting like warm water. During covid, after losing my taste and smell senses, I learned to appreciate softer taste profiles. I'm consuming almost every day something that contains tea leaves. Call that growth.

Anyways, thank you for reading this. I don't know how to end this, and this text just doesn't need to be longer. I'm so happy for you having interest in me as a person, and not only as a CC creator and Sims player. Much love to you 🤍

#personal

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desertfangs · 3 months

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Swipe Right [AO3]

Armand/Daniel, Louis/Daniel - 5 Chapters - Explicit

Y'all, I'm so excited about this because this is, no joke, the first AU I've ever written in terms of truly being an alternate universe (I've done some canon divergent stuff but that's it.) I've just been so inspired by the wonderful AUs and AU ideas in this fandom and when I saw the prompt, I knew what I wanted to do.

This was written for @valenfangs for the prompt "Dating App."

Anyhow, I'm a little nervous because this is something I haven't done before but I'm so excited about this fic and I'm really happy with how it turned out. It's 5 chapters, all written (so it is complete), although there is potential for more chapters or a sequel so we'll see. I will post one chapter per week.

Also, where is that anon who asked if I'd ever write Louis/Daniel because uh... here you go. They are not the main focus but the first chapter is pretty much them so... You're welcome! I told you I never know what might happen!

Summary: In this modern, human AU, Daniel is a radio intern with a podcast who installs a Dating App to find love. He matches with a strange, pretty guy named Armand, and meets another gorgeous man, Louis, in a bar. Dating is complicated and weird, but Daniel just wants to find love.

Short Excerpt:

It was an alert from the new dating app he’d signed up for. His pulse quickened. He’d made a profile in a fit of loneliness the other night, a little tipsy and unable to sleep. For all his time spent talking to people, he never seemed to make any lasting romantic connections and the app was a desperate attempt to change that.

Most of the matches had seemed wrong to him immediately and while he didn’t mind the odd dick pic, he didn’t understand the point of sending them without so much as hello to accompany the photo, nor what he was meant to do when he received them. He’d sent one back once and the guy unmatched with him, which hadn’t helped his confidence. Since then, he’d pretty much written the app off as a failed experiment.

He looked at this new match. The guy was gorgeous, that was the first thing he noticed. Auburn hair curling around his chin, big brown eyes, pale skin, and a dusting of freckles. He was young, maybe a few years younger than him. In the photo, he was wearing a t-shirt (a rarity on these apps, most dudes went shirtless), but the funniest part was his profile photo made him look kind of bored. He was smiling faintly but like the photo had been taken by someone else holding him at gunpoint. Daniel found that endearing.

His profile said his name was Armand. He was twenty years old and a student at SFSU. He liked video games, science, and museums. Daniel had to admit he was intrigued. He accepted the match and then sent a short message: “Hi! You’re hot. I also love museums. Maybe we could go sometime.” He hit send and then immediately worried it was stupid. He resisted the urge to delete it. He silenced his phone and tossed it onto his bed.

He went back to editing the podcast, because he needed to get it uploaded by midnight so it could go out tomorrow on time. Not that any of his 67 subscribers ever complained if he was late.

Read the Rest on AO3

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pinkyjulien · 1 year

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🟨 DATABASE: Mitch Anderson 🔧

▶ PROFILE | APPEARANCE | CYBERWARE

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▶ OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMERS 🛑

*This is a fan work and in no way related to or endorsed by CDPR.

*This is entirely based on my own experience with the game and the character. In no way or form am I claiming the informations presented here as *the* canon and never have been. All of the informations presented here are my own headcanons based on my own experiences and analyses of the character and his surrounding.

*If any of the informations presented here upset you, please feel free to hide and/or block me.

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▶ Personal shtuff under read more 😖

AAAAAH... So- this is actually kind of old ghfhghf

it's still one of the thing I'm the most proud of 👉👈

I updated it slightly, fixed some stuff, some phrasing here and there, but I wanted to repost it, mainly because it used to be on a side page that I ended up deleting last year, and since I cannot search anything anymore on my now flagged main blog, I wanted to have it somewhere accessible!

It's a surprise to no one that Mitch is my favorite ghfhgf

He's actually the first fictional character I've been this much passionate about! He unlocked a lot of creativity, learned a ton of new skills and met a ton of new amazing people thanks to this pixel man...

Hyperfixating on him and the game helped me through a lot of shitty events those past years- I'd even go as far as saying he pretty much saved my life, in a way?

And spending time exploring his (small, but still present) lore and trying to expand it in a canon-compliant way has been my own way of.... "thanking him" ??? AND I KNOW HOW THAT SOUND, absolutely batshit insane ghfhgf

I really appreciate his character, how he was written and built, what his role is in the game, how the devs sprinkled all of this interesting info surrounding him, in his expressions and body language, small details in his tent and car...

He means a lot to me gfhgfh OK THATS IT THATS IT 🤡🤙

If you made it through all this-- HI Thank you for reading ghfhgf

and remember that this is only my headcanons!

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Mitch Anderson #Aldecaldos #DATABASE #Fav #long post #about: Mitch

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martsonmars · 7 months

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Happy Wednesday, friends! Thanks for the tags @larkral @wellbelesbian @prettygoododds and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe!! I loved all the snippets.

Writing is still going very slowly but steadily, which I guess is progress. I'm also trying to do some Preptober for Nanowrimo and yesterday I had some ideas that are making me very excited about this story.

But anyway! Here's a new snippet from the fic I shared on Sunday (very pleased that people still remember the premise even if it's been more than a year):

Sophie sits up on my back, asking her sister to play knight and princess with her. (I assume I'm the horse in this scenario.)

Petra doesn't cooperate, but even in the absence of complicated games it still takes Daphne almost twenty minutes to force the twins to follow her into the bathroom. Baz re-enters my field of vision right then, shaved and dressed and smirking. He looks down at me, eyebrow cocked, hand on his hip.

“Is it so hard to get up, Snow?” he winks.

I hide my face in the pillow.

I'm going to take a break from this fic to work on something else that I ALSO started ages ago. Old snippet from that and tags under the cut <3

Apparently the mood of all these snippets is that everyone's horny.

Salisbury groans. The sound does not go straight to my neglected cock, because I am not desperate that I haven't had sex in months. (I deleted my profiles from every dating app when [REDACTED]'s stupid dad matched with me and only thought of letting me know I was his son's teacher when his dick was well on its way to my stomach.) (And I'm no longer able to meet people the old fashioned way—I like the way dating apps have of clearing out any doubt: yes, I'm queer, yes, I want to be fucked until I can't remember my name.)

And I definitely do not like Salisbury. (I just lust after him.) (And wonder what our children would look like.)

Ah, Baz.

@sillyunicorn @facewithoutheart @palimpsessed @forabeatofadrum @fatalfangirl @confused-bi-queer @bookish-bogwitch @letraspal @cutestkilla @ileadacharmedlife @bazzybelle @ivelovedhimthroughworse @artsyunderstudy @orange-peony @ic3-que3n @whogaveyoupermission @shrekgogurt @raenestee @onepintobean @stitchyqueer @hushed-chorus @technetiumai @brilla-brilla-estrellita @thewholelemon @theimpossibledemon @j-nipper-95 @imagineacoolusername @sosoapi @blackberrysummerblog @yellobb @theearlgreymage @rimeswithpurple @messofthejess @alexalexinii @annabellelux @whatevertheweather @nightimedreamersworld @captain-aralias @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @ebbpettier @youarenevertooold @best--dress

#wip wednesday #my writing

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babbygirlblues · 1 year

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Natalia

From 'The One Chance'...

A tiny drabble from a deleted portion of the prologue - the introduction from Natasha's POV.

Natasha saw you before you saw her.

“I know it’s not easy to start somewhere new,” Melina said, looking back at Natasha through the rearview mirror.

Natasha was slumped in the car seat, staring passively out the car window when she caught sight of a girl about her age walking past the front of the car.

“But please, promise me you’ll try to make some friends.” Melina pleaded, her voice fading into the background.

Natasha watched you walk past the school gates and you turned around to smile and wave at a friend who was shuffling past the car door next to her. It felt like you could have been smiling at her. A mysterious and deep force in her bones told her that you were special. She could see the kindness in your eyes, bright and full of an old intelligence. It felt like her whole world lit up just for a second as you looked her way. Right at that moment, a voice from the radio introduced a new song and the ringing of a beautiful acoustic guitar played from the car speakers. A melodic voice started to sing and the words could have been angels whispering in her ear, she’s the one.

“Natasha?” Melina tried to call Natasha’s attention to her, “Natasha!”

“Hmm?” Natasha mumbled and Melina turned to look at her expectantly.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be friendly.” She said, appeasing Melina for the moment.

“Take Yelena to her class too, please.” Melina called out as Natasha jumped out of the car, slamming the door shut behind her.

By the time Natasha had dropped Yelena at her class and made the walk to her new classroom she was a few minutes late. She hiked her bag up on her back and peaked through the window into the class. A tall woman stood at the front talking to the students and her eyes scoured the desks, stopping excitedly when she found you sitting in the 3rd row. You were looking out the side window seemingly lost in your own thoughts and she took in your side profile, committing every detail to memory.

After knocking on the door, she was quickly introduced to the class and awkwardly asked to describe herself when the teacher called her up in front of everyone. She kept her expression expertly neutral as she spoke to the class and in a sea of bored faces only you beamed at her from your seat. The connection she felt with you grew stronger and this time it was her voice whispering, she’s the one.

Melina was surprised when Natasha got ready for school the next day without a word of complaint. And as the weeks went on, Natasha settled into a peaceful routine. She’d drop Yelena off at her classroom, walk around the back school fence and wait on a tree near the entrance for you to arrive. She was determined to know more about you. She’d watch you read at the gate until your friends arrived and then continued to steal quick glances at you throughout the day, always careful never to be caught.

A few weeks later Alexei announced that they may move again, this time to California.

“Please!” Natasha begged Melina, her hands pressing together into a prayer, “I like it here, please.”

“I don’t want to go.” She whined, stomping down a foot onto the kitchen tiles.

“Natasha,” Melina sighs, exasperated. “I thought you’d be happy, you said you wanted to go to California.”

Alexei watched Natasha distraught and on the verge of tears, trying to convince them to stay.

“It’s ok, Melina.” He piped up from the kitchen table, “I’m sure I can figure something out.”

“We can stay.” He nodded to Natasha.

Natasha sighed in relief and Alexei suspected then that Natasha was an alpha. It was surprising she already had formed a bond so young especially before she was ‘showing’, but he recognised the fear in her voice. There was someone Natasha was desperate to stay here with.

His new job in Ohio was with a rather unpleasant man but it led him to a top spot in their new company. He was invited to dinner with the CEO’s family after a huge deal was successfully struck with an old and rich colleague in St. Petersburg.

She fell harder for you that night as you bravely stood up to a rude man at the table. Her heart twisted and knotted painfully at the horrific sound of your fathers palm colliding with your cheek. Natasha sat frozen in shock, her heart beating faster than the speed of light. Something in her roared vicious and wild and her fists clenched as her sides under the table cloth.

Her chest rumbled when she found you crying in the hallway. Some kind of power took over her as she carefully soothed the bruised mark around your eye. Her fingertips lit up like she was touching a warm cup of tea and she watched you relax in her hand.

Whose voice was it then singing? She didn't know.

But the words were clearer than ever...

She's the one, the one, the one.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanoff #wlw #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha x reader #writing #The One Chance #alpha!nat #alpha!natasha romanoff #a/o/b

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aller-geez · 11 months

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༝༚༝༚ Welcome to my particular little corner of Hell •⩊•

While you’re here, feel free to look around~

Hey snzblr, I’m allergeez, geezie, geezus or Remi, but you guys probably know me by my OC, also named Remi. 🖤🐺

I am 27 years old, and go by She/Her. I’m married, and am pansexual 🖤

I am also permanently stuck between greyscale goth, and pastel soft bean 🖤

@thekinkyleopard & i have OC babies together that we frequently post new fics & art of,

both snz & non snz 🖤

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You can also find all of our characters with more detailed backstories and photos on my toyhou.se, and there’s a link to each characters profile on the masterlist by their names~

I created my main OC, Remington (Remi) 13 years ago with my friend, @thekinkyleopard , owner of Levi, (she also owns Connie, Alistar, Biziil, Elex, and Sy) and have been using him ever since (he’s super fun and adorable to torture >:3)

Fun Fact!: I started going by Remington 9 years ago, because of my OC 🖤

I love to draw and otherwise make art, and sometimes I like to write, even if getting it perfect takes a little time. I frequently post my art of my main OC, Remington, and his mate, Levi, as well as the occasional fic when the creativity allows lmao. I do always have my requests open to anyone (any of my own, or Kezzie’s thekinkyleopard OCs only!)

Despite my name, I don’t have any allergies, and I honestly don’t snz very much (THOUGH I TRY, TRUST ME >:C) so WAVs aren’t my thing /: though I’ll probably appreciate yours 🫠

Tags include: #geezieart, #geeziefic, #geezierant, #geezieanswers, #geeziespeedpaint, #geeziegif

(Kezzie posts 98% of the fic content, and I draw the covers for her fics. She posts snzfics bc she loves me, and some vanilla, as well as full canon lore if you’re interested!)

What I’m Into:

Sneezing (obviously~) M & F

Whump (fever/illness/injury), otherwise H/C

Contagion

Stoic/Angry/Strong characters getting sick/injured and needing to be taken care of by someone they would usually be protecting (IM LOOKIN AT U REMI BBY)

Spray 🖤

Domination/Pushiness (BDSM dynamics)

Pet Play

Slight Embarrassment but nothing too crazy

Vulnerability

Being snzed on 🖤

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Excessive mess (I know.. 🤡)

Pedophilia [MINORS DNI! ]

Humiliation/kink shaming

Super loud/startling snzs

Emeto

If you’ve made it this far, thank you!

And thank you everyone for helping me reach 250 followers 🖤

It means the world to me honestly to have that many people interested in my art and love my snotty, grumpy boy Rem just as much as I do 😭😭😭

I really do not appreciate hate, and it will swiftly be deleted and you will be blocked. Thanks for your cooperation!

— Geezie, the real Remi ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

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yihccdior · 2 years

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Izana!alive, Shinichiro!alive, Takeomi Kanto!Au, South!alive, Rokuhara Tandai!alive.

In this Au Takemichi is not making the second generation of Toman, but the eleventh generation of Black Dragons to have his revenge with mikey and maybe finally save him (or not, besides, this could be an Au where Takemichi has dark impulsive).

Kurokawa Y/n! petnames : bitch, sweetie, love

Kanto Manji x Gn reader

(Warnings: the personality represented by the characters here does not match or describe the reality of the anime/manga, so please refrain from talking about it here.

¹· Nothing found here conspires with reality.

²· If you do not like this content, I politely ask you to leave quickly.

³· Constructive criticism is always welcome, I want to improve in terms of writing fanfic.

⁴· I don't want ship fights in the comments, if this type of behavior occurs or I will delete your comment so that it doesn't generate more fights or I will report your account, this type of behavior is unacceptable, (and everyone knows that neither a shipp is real.), because no one has to agree with your opinion, like: 'such a shipp is the best.

⁵· Depending on the characters that behave like villains or etc here, there is no conspiracy like that in reality. so don't hate some character because of a story.

��· Happy reading!

Y/n will be Kanto Manji's husband/wife house doing everything for his boys.

(I only realized later that I hadn't added mochizuki, but as I don't know him very well, I didn't add him or try to fit him into the fanfic.)

The order box is open, for now I'm only making spy x family, bungou stray dogs and tokyo revengers themes.

If you want to know more about the orders, they are on my tumblr profile, if you want to access click here: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thekurowsk/692782193681006592?source=share

Kanto Manji had entered the headquarters. All bruised and bleeding, the day had been awful. They spent the whole day without playing around, training with the people from Rokuhara Tandai, they hadn't taken it easy and it was just training to beat Black Dragons.

The men sat in the large and spacious living room, tired, exhausted, as was to be expected. Y/n, from the kitchen, heard voices coming from the living room and was worried about what could be happening. Y/n passes through the dining room and arrives in the living room and sees Kanto Manji totally fatigued, some were even breathing through their mouths, the men were sweating from exhaustion. Y/n is amazed at the scene, seeing Shion and the Haitani carry Kakucho on their lap and Y/n was totally unresponsive.

Are you okay? How are you? In a lot of pain? Too many wounds? - the sweet and melodious scared voice asks, bombarding them with several questions at once.

— Love! — Shuji says cheerful and excited — we're completely fine, sweetie — Y/n grabs the first aid kit from the bathroom and goes to the living room. Placing and opening the first-aid kit on the center of the table, Y/n takes out a jar filled with cotton and a bottle of saline mixed with a little hydrogen peroxide. Mixing the two items mentioned above together, Y/n starts cleaning Manjiro's — his sibling — wounds first.

— Let me know if it hurts, okay? — Y/n speaks and receives a positive nod from Manjiro, he was so quiet and it got on his nerves and saddened Y/n. Y/n looked like an angel helping them recover from their injuries. The next was Haruchiyo, his grimaces of pain were at least funny, but he had to restrain himself because of the serious work, putting gauze on his scars that were bruised and then he kissed Sanzu's forehead. The two who came next were the Haitani, Rindou was very calm, he was serious and neutral in his expressions, but unlike Rindou, Ran swore in pain and Y/n gave his ear a “pull” in the most new old. Hanma was what came next, he didn't stop putting his hands on Y/n's waist and buttocks, but it wasn't out of spite, he did it when it hurt because it was burning or burning, Shuji did that out of pain instinct and that's why I pressed unusual places to let you know that I was hurting. The next one was Shion, he was the quietest and obeyed Y/n, but it looked like he wasn't enjoying the pain he felt at all, in the form of thanks Shion kissed the top of Y/n's head. Kakucho had been seriously injured in the stomach area and was bleeding so much that it stained Kanto Manji's uniform, Y/n takes some bandages and wraps it around the younger/older's belly to stop the bleeding, I didn't know how he hadn't died with so much blood lost — Look how much blood you've lost! You're really reckless, aren't you? Not just you, but you! Hitto Kakucho, you could have died. Take care of yourselves more please! They don't think about your health, they only think about fighting, dispute and fighting! — Y/n yells exasperated and exhausted to see them like this, everyone but Sanzu, Kakucho and Mikey were scared to have seen him like this. had never seen Y/n nervous and stressed. He continued to take care of Hajime as if nothing had happened. He swabbed Kokonoi's face and hands with cotton, put gauze pads on Kokonoi's face and hands, and after that, put a band-aid on the cut Hajime had made in his mouth. Takeomi had cut his mouth and another cut on his collarbone and just like Kakucho he was lame. Y/n bandages Takeomi's wounds. The men were quiet, silent.

— L-love? — Wakasa calls him — Are you angry?

— Just disappointed. — Y/n cleans Wakasa's wounds and puts on gauze pads. They had disappointed Kurokawa Y/n, not once and not twice, but several times and just like the other times they saw Y/n's face of disappointment. It was the first time they saw Wakasa cry, all but Y/n — It's okay, cry all you want, it's very good, huh? — Y/n whispers to Wakasa and kisses him on the forehead. Kakucho starts crying too and Y/n starts to soothe him — Sorry for yelling at you, I didn't mean to, you know — Y/n later helps Keizo's injuries, finally Benkei was the last man who would have to help on wounds — Rest, sleep or rest, dinner is almost ready, so in a few minutes I'll call you to eat. "Y/n goes back to the kitchen.

— She's very nervous — Hanma says surprised — I've never seen him so nervous.

— He certainly got that way because of Kakucho and his wound near his stomach. Y/n is not like that for nothing, when I was a child every time they messed with me Y/n defended me and he was the same way he was with Kakucho, it was very difficult to control him later and now I don't know what can happen because he is impulsive — Manjiro says and leaves almost everyone in shock, could Mikey's adoptive brother — Kurokawa Y/n — have dark impulsive?

— Impulsiveness? She has…? — Shion asks.

— Yes, unfortunately he does — Sanzu and Kakucho respond in unison.

— There was one time at my house when me, Baji, Haruchiyo and Y/n were playing, i was showing them my little plane.

Flashback on.

— Guys, look at my little plane that Shinichiro built and gave it to me — Mikey says happily.

— Wow, what the fuck! — The three say together and with shining eyes.

— Dude, that's really cool! — Y/n says and pats Manjiro's head.

— Shinichiro is angry! — Baji says still with his eyes shining.

— Too much! — Sanzu says smiling.

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— I remember that day, Takeomi had called my attention and had told me to be a better and more attentive brother to Senju, I had been sad about it and went to the garden and started crying, after all, I was still lonely a child and didn't even know how to take care of myself properly. Right after that, Senju came after me to talk to me and I said that I didn't want to talk to her and that Takeomi always blamed me for everything she did and I asked her to leave, said and done, she left, but when Mikey gave a breach and got away from all of us, Senju went into Mikey's room, took his little plane and started playing, only she ended up tripping and let the little plane fall to the floor, it had been all torn apart and then...

flashback on

— Oops… — Senju destroys Mikey's plane and lets it fall to the ground, Mikey enters her room, sees the plane in pieces and asks:

— Senju, who was it? — Senju swallowed hard, she was hyperventilating.

— It was Haru-nii, i tried to stop him, but it was in vain — Mikey's irises went from black to white very fast, in a snap Mikey leaves the house towards the garden on a run with his little plane in hand.

— Was you? — Haruchiyo didn't even have time to defend himself or explain himself, Mikey rips his mouth open. Y/n seeing that incident tries to defend Sanzu madly, but only gets a strong punch in the mouth. Y/n spits blood on the floor, blood was dripping from her mouth. Y/n got up, turned around and got in front of Sanzu, but only got kicks hard and painful, Y/n went crazy with that — Kurokawa Y/n get out of the way and didn't get in the way, Sanzu laugh! — Sanzu who had his hands on his face, takes them off and with tears in his eyes, he starts laughing insanely, feeling enormous pain and immense fear. Y/n activates his dark impulse by seeing the scene of Sanzu all hurting and laughing insanely at Manjiro's request, he starts beating Mikey. He felt hatred, anger, anguish and nervousness. Senju calls Takeomi and Shinichiro crying desperately saying that someone had to break up Y/n and Mikey's fight, Y/n's back was purple and red, the air in the boy's lungs had drained and was constantly decreasing, he could barely breathe. Manjiro was drenched in blood, Baji in shock and unresponsive, and Sanzu's mouth ripped open. Y/n faints, Sanzu takes Y/n in her arms and screams in terror.

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— After that, I was helped by Shinichiro and told him what happened, he apologized to me, held me and hugged me until I felt better, I just remember that after that Shinichiro cleaned the blood from my scars and bandaged it, Takeomi helped Y/n and put a firecracker on his face and so we slept together in Y/n's room all night.

Shion tries to speak, but nothing comes out of his mouth. They tried to get away from the subject because of the discomfort they felt, after all, they were uncomfortable with their loved one being that way, feeling that way and not being able to do anything about it to improve and recover. Ran mentally wondered how that beautiful and sweet boy could be like that, all destroyed inside and on top of that carrying a bad memory like that with him.

“I know a great way for me and the kids to apologize to Y/n” The younger/older thinks, Kakucho mentally smiles “it will be his best night, you can be sure, he will love it”

— Hey, guys! I'm going out with Takemichi — Mikey tries to break the uncomfortable atmosphere between them — Take good care of Y/n for me while I'm gone.

“Oh yes, we will take care of him yes” Kakucho mentally chuckles — Ok, boss, we will take good care of him, you can! — Mikey leaves the barracks to meet up with Hanagaki.

— How are we going to apologize to she? — Sanzu closes the door to the living room interconnected with the dining room.

— I have an idea — Kakucho says with a smile on his face, he explains the idea he had earlier and everyone agrees.

— Boys, dinner's on the table! — Y/n yells at all costs, Hanma opens the door and everyone goes to the dining room — serve yourselves at will — Y/n smiles. The men help themselves and go to the table to sit down and eat. Y/n was very naive and they would take that innocence and purity from him. His face, all sweaty and fun, fed the imagination and made everyone present excited. After eating, it was Benkei's turn to wash the dishes, after drying them, he put them in their proper place and after that he went to sleep out of sheer fatigue. Y/n sits on the couch and behind comes his puppies surrounding him. Shion attacks his prey by surprise and leaves him vulnerable and below him, Y/n groans in surprise.

— What are you going to do now? — Shion laughs at how Y/n found himself with his mouth open in a perfect 'O' — you're completely helpless and that's how I like it — Shion nibbled Y/n's lobe as if it were bait and then left for the neck taking a hard bite at that spot that made Y/n moan a little loudly — you're so vulnerable, love.

— Y/n, can you handle a dick in your mouth while two fuck you? — Hanma asks, he was interested in seeing the scene of Y/n all vulnerable as he arched his body up or down with so much excitement and came, squirted and ejaculated the milk from his body so hard that he would feel exhausted or as if would explode.

— Y/n — Ran says — this time you don't escape — Ran put his hand under the bigger/smaller's shirt. Shion asks Ran to stop that and take Y/n's clothes off.

— To answer your question, I can take it, Hanma — For sure he had lied, but he didn't want to disappoint the boys, he knew that if he said one they wouldn't tax him as a jerk. He watched them decide among themselves who was going to start making Y/n go crazy. Anyway, in the end it was decided that Ran, Rindou and Sanzu would go first. Y/n got on all fours and right in front of Sanzu's cock, he felt his mouth drooling. He thrust Haruchiyo's cock into his hot mouth as he felt two fingers inside him — from the size you deduced that the fingers were Ran's. He was choking on Sanzu's cock and his saliva at the same time. His eyes watering and his vision blurred, he felt Ran withdraw his fingers and put his tongue between his bands and reach her little hole, he rolled and moaned non-stop and with that he gave vibrations on Sanzu's dick, Rindou masturbated him at an incredible speed and, for well, you didn't know how you hadn't come with so much stimulation received at once. Y/n just stopped sucking and sucking Sanzu's cock, only to throw her head back and moan high-pitched and thin. Y/n felt his body tingling and hot like hell, he seemed to see countless stars brighter when he closed his eyes. Ran and Rindou stop doing their job of arousing Y/n and get into it, Y/n rolls his eyes in sheer excitement, seeing some of the Kanto members masturbate in excitement. Sanzu grabs your hair with force and puts your mouth against his cock, without hesitation you open your mouth and he starts to fuck quickly and forcefully with your mouth that reached your throat, you would definitely be speechless or you would have to force your lips. vocal folds to come out almost inaudible tomorrow, how would you explain that to Mikey later? Fuck Mikey, you were having fun, that's what mattered at the moment. When you were close to coming Ran and Rindou came out of you and you groan in disapproval, they both bury themselves hard again inside you, Rindou slaps your ass and turns it reddish, Ran pulls your hair and speaks:

— If you think about coming too soon, bitch, it's going to be worse, got me? — Y/n tries to shake his head positively, but in vain. Sanzu stops fucking your mouth and comes out of your mouth and leaves kissing you fiercely leaving you breathless, he felt everything messed up inside him and all he could imagine was how it could end. Ran starts to slowly masturbate you to provoke you and with that he makes you stick your ass towards the Haitani. Panting, that's how you found yourself, the pleasure was immense. Both were going so hard inside you that it was possible that whoever was entering the barracks heard the bed creaking and hitting the wall, wouldn't be scared if one day they broke the bed having sex with someone. Y/n's nipples were so hard that they needed attention, Sanzu had answered his request, not licking, sucking or sucking your nipples, it was with your hand and with that, he let you suck him more and more to contain his moans that intensified more and more. With that you felt Rindou come out of you and start fucking your thighs madly, it felt like he needed to pleasure himself and you at the same time. Sanzu ejaculated his cum in Y/n's throat and when he left he saw the mess he made and smiled, he started to masturbate and motioned for Y/n to open his mouth, Y/n did as he was told and with that when he felt Rindou's cock brush against his own, he stuck his tongue out and gave a moan that made everyone shiver. As Sanzu was sensitive from the first orgasm he had soon he came on his face and made another nice mess, his face was all dirty with pleasure and he was all sweaty. Y/n soon reaches his limit, squirting all her milk out of his body and giving a loud, sly, thin moan. With that Rindou comes on her thighs and Ran inside her who was squeezing him — Fuck Y/n, you're too tight — Ran comes out of Y/n, the braided Haitani was totally tired because of the sex that was still going on pre-recent. Y/n wanted to throw himself on top of the three boys, but he knew there were others waiting for him. While he was having sex with the Haitani and Sanzu, Kokonoi with Hanma, Kakucho and Shion had the great idea of having sex with him in the kitchen on top of the counter that Y/n made food every day. Hanma picked up the naked body from the bed and took it to the kitchen, putting it on the counter, y/n was sensitive from the recent orgasm he had had and was tired. He knew that Hanma would propose that he ride on top of one of the four, but he would deny it, he barely had the strength to do so and would prefer that now someone fuck him with him on his back, but he knew it would be almost impossible, he would be fucked on top from a bench and knew I had to get on all fours again.

— You could lift that ass up — Y/n saw Shion put a big mirror to see her body exposed and all full of marks and dry cum.

Y/n gets down from the bench and lies on the floor opening her legs invitingly and all four of them come towards the smaller/larger one. The four of them had some pieces of clothing missing, Shion had his member out, indicating that he had masturbated while watching Y/n being fucked, but he sure as hell hadn't come because his member was still veined and very thick and big at first. He would be unable to walk for a good week, but it was for a good reason. She felt Madarame thrust inside him without warning and she choked on his own saliva. Her body started to show signs that she was getting aroused again because it was hotter than normal and Shion gave Hanma space to get inside Y/n, she felt her anus wider because of the previous sex, but she knew he would come back to normal again, so it was done Shuji shoves herself inside the older/newer Kurokawa. He saw Kakucho and Kokonoi from afar, right behind him, taking off all their clothes and getting naked, he was loving that whole sight of the two of them without any trace of clothes left, he saw that Kakucho's dick was full and big, Kokonoi's had protruding veins and he was fat and he was totally turned on by it. Shion and Shuji start to move quickly without any mercy from their anus, the noise of bodies colliding and the erotic noise of two cocks hitting your ass at all costs was exciting as fuck. Y/n couldn't contain her moans, she looked like a bitch in heat because of the way she behaved while being firmly and strong in her anus, her body was supported by Shion and Hanma's body and that meant it was wide open. If Mikey came back right then he would be so furious to see that scene, but he would show his brother what he was enjoying and what it was like to be a well behaved bitch to his men. His men could treat him so hot and he felt so good about it. He moaned loudly when he felt Hanma's cock pulse inside him, it felt so good to feel his cock thickening more and more inside his warm inside, the way he was behaving they could think he was a prostitute paid to be with them every day, Y/n's features in everyone's eyes made sex more delicious and pleasurable, he looked to the side and saw the two men fit in perfectly inside himself and go like wild animals like when they were in heat, saw his body go up and down and arched his body when he was hit in the prostate by Shion, gave a dragging groan and marked Shion and Hanma's back, his eyes rolled every time he felt one of the two hit his prostate with precision, he felt his moan being muffled by Shion who kissed him lustfully. He felt like he was dreaming, but he wasn't, thankfully. He felt totally drunk, the lust exuding there was gigantic. A few more thrusts from Hanma and Madarame and Y/n come with all his might, but they don't stop until they all come inside Y/n. Y/n was drooling so much from excitement and soon Shuji and Shion come out of Y/n. Kakucho and Kokonoi approached Y/n, Y/n felt all Madarame's and Hanma's joy pouring out of him. Kakucho smiles at Y/n, Kawata was so exhausted and looked so tired, too bad he would still have to fuck Wakasa and Takeomi later.

— Look Kokonoi, he's already totally tired — Kakucho laughs, and Kokonoi smiles lustfully. Kakucho crouches down and starts sucking, biting, and licking Y/n's thighs and groin, Y/n tries to hold back the moan, but he ends up escaping, Y/n's body was entirely marked by reddish and purplish hickeys. Kokonoi started fingering Y/n's body and Y/n didn't even have the strength to moan anymore, seeing behind Kakucho that Takeomi and Wakasa were coming, that's how the night ended with four men paying attention to Y/n and beating his non-stop until the wee hours of the morning, they were lucky Mikey arrived after nine in the morning. They cleaned everything, changed the pillowcase of the bed, and put scent to disguise the smell of sex. That's how Y/n and his men slept peacefully for the rest of the night and a good part of the morning.

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