#i do LIKE playing as women but i keep not being able to exactly because theres a disconnect
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dress.
pairing: lorenzo berkshire x reader.
song inspiration: dress by taylor swift.
author's note: can't stop thinking about that anon that called me out on being feral for theo yet soft for my baby boy cutie pie sweetie enzo. they were so right, but can you blame me? enzo is the pretty boy. he invented baby girlism.
“How do I look?”
Beautiful.
Breathtaking.
Devastating.
Enzo blinked away the words that materialized in his mind, shaking off the thoughts that he had no business thinking about his best friend. His honey eyes darkened as you descended the winding staircase, the billowing skirt of your ball gown kissing the checkered floor of your family’s mansion.
The pretty lilac shade complimented your complexion, making you glow underneath the crystal chandelier. Every curve draped in luxurious velvet fabric, like temptation wrapped in a pretty little bow just to torment him.
“Earth to Enzo,” you teased, poking at your best friend’s shoulder with a gloved finger. “Have I lost you?”
Enzo sucked in a breath, relishing in the sight of you. “Sorry. You look…” he trailed off, searching for the right words. “You look stunning, Y/N.”
Your smile nearly took his breath away. The action lit up your entire face, crinkling the corner of your eyes in the most endearing way. Enzo was entranced as you straightened his tie, pinching his cheek because you both knew that he secretly loved it.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Berkshire.” The playful tone of your voice made his heart skip a beat, the steady rhythm echoing in his ears as Enzo offered you his arm. “The girls will be envious of my handsome escort.”
“I think they’ll be more envious of that dress,” Enzo murmured softly. The smooth, low cadence of his voice flowed through you like honey. “I don’t think anyone will be able to keep their eyes off of you tonight, love.”
Including him.
The ballroom was filled to the brim with guests from the sacred and influential families, the women dressed to the nines in silk, lace, and velvet, their ears and wrists and necks dripping with diamonds. The men wore impeccably fitted suits with watches and family heirloom rings that cost more than a year’s worth of wages.
All around the room, attendees nursed their cocktails and indulged in the impressive spread of hors d'oeuvres, whispering excitedly about the grandeur and opulence of the ball your family hosted every year, but he barely picked up on their conversations. Enzo smiled and nodded politely, but his attention wasn’t on any of them.
Instead, the entirety of his focus fell on you. Enzo watched as you chatted and charmed the crowd, even going so far as gaining a slight smile from his surly uncle Lucius, who was notoriously unimpressed by anything and everything. Your best friend was entirely convinced that you could’ve charmed the feathers off of a hippogriff.
“What a delightful girl you are. Exactly the type of lady young Lorenzo should be courting.” Lucius drawled. “Draco would do well to follow his cousin’s example.”
Narcissa smiled. “I’m afraid our son is too late. These two are quite smitten with each other already.”
Neither one of you corrected the couple. There was truly no use. Despite the countless attempts at clarifying the nature of your relationship, the adults still assumed that the two of you were together. Sometimes it was just easier to play along. Enzo had no complaints. Especially not when you placed a kiss on his cheek and nodded in agreement.
“Can you blame me, Mrs. Malfoy?” You teased, winking at Enzo. “Lorenzo’s quite the catch. Anyone would be lucky to have such a perfect gentleman by their side.”
Enzo tried not to blush as Lucius and Narcissa nodded in approval. Luckily, his aunt and uncle moved along, allowing you to greet the other guests. Throughout the night, Enzo stayed by your side, chiming in when needed, refilling your drinks when you ran out, and feeding you appetizers in between breaks. The rest of his friends teased him for it, but Enzo was perfectly content with playing the part of escort.
“Mother was right. Y/N has every male in here eating out of her hand,” Draco said, looking over at you in appreciation as he took a sip of champagne. “Can’t blame them. That dress is something else. She looks proper fit.”
“You don’t stand a chance, Malfoy.” Mattheo scoffed as he popped a bacon wrapped fig into his mouth.
Theo nodded in agreement, eyes glazed over from the smoke break that he and Mattheo took in the gardens earlier. “Blondes aren’t Y/N’s type.” His mouth quirked as he glanced over at Enzo. “Isn’t that right, Berkshire?”
“You lot are insufferable,” Enzo said with an eye roll.
He glanced over the top of his champagne glass, smiling softly to himself as he watched his mum fawn over you. She often joked about taking her engagement ring out of the Gringott’s vault despite the fact that Enzo repeatedly told her that the two of you weren’t in a relationship. Along with everyone else, his parents seemed convinced that the two of you were meant to be.
“What’s the matter, cousin? Jealous that Y/N might take a liking to me?”
“She’d sooner snog a rat,” Enzo replied sarcastically.
“A ferret is close enough, isn’t it?” asked Regulus.
“Malfoy might stand a chance after all,” was Tom’s deadpan response.
Mattheo chuckled. “Good one, brother. Come on, lads. We should let Enzo get back to his date.”
With a sigh, Enzo downed his champagne glass before rejoining your side. You were in deep conversation with his parents, but broke out into a goofy grin the minute you caught sight of him.
“There’s my handsome date,” you exclaimed. “I must say, you raised quite a gentleman, Mr. and Mrs. Berkshire. I couldn’t have asked for a better escort. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that he looks quite handsome in a suit.”
Enzo flushed as you straightened his tie. His father smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “I reckon Lorenzo gets that from me.”
“No doubt, Mr. Berkshire. All the ladies seem to think so. Perhaps I should stop hogging him to myself and give the others a chance.”
“Try as you might, Lorenzo only has eyes for you, dear.” Enzo groaned, blushing at his mum’s embarrassing statement. “What? It’s true. You two make a beautiful couple.”
Enzo was about to correct his mother for the millionth time, but you simply slipped your gloved hand through his elbow and smiled. “Thank you, Mrs. Berkshire. We clean up rather well, don’t we?”
You giggled as Enzo turned red in the face. Completely unaware of his desire to melt into the marble floor, his mother flashed you a pleased smile. “There’s no need for formalities. I insist that you call me Helene. You’re practically family at this point. Though I do hope my son will add you into the Berkshire brood soon enough. Speaking of which, what is your ring size, dear?”
Never in his life had Enzo felt so mortified. It was one thing to have the adults mistake you for a couple, but to have his mother imply marriage was an entirely different beast. One that Enzo had no plans of tackling tonight.
“That’s our cue for a dance. I think you’ve kept our gracious host long enough, mum.”
His mother started to protest until his father placed an arm around her shoulder. “Now, now, my love. Let the children be. Plenty of time to discuss serious matters during Y/N’s next visit, which we hope will be soon. Our grand piano has been feeling a bit neglected lately and we have missed your lovely rendition of the classics.”
“Well we certainly can’t have your Steinway sit idle for too long. I promise to come by for tea before term starts.” You kissed both of his parents on the cheek. A friendly gesture that he had never seen them engage in with any of his friends. “It’s always a pleasure, Helene and Henry. Now if you’ll excuse us, Lorenzo and I are about to put those waltz lessons to good use.”
Enzo’s father clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t let this young lady get away, Lorenzo.”
The tips of Enzo’s ears went positively red as his parents departed. “Sorry about that. I’ve tried to tell them that we aren’t dating, but as you can see, it’s fallen on deaf ears.”
You grinned, reaching up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “It’s alright. I truly don’t mind. Your parents are quite charming. Clearly you inherited that trait.” You rubbed at the kiss print you left behind and giggled. “Now, I believe you promised me a dance, Mr. Berkshire.”
Enzo smiled, his arm already circling around your waist. “I always keep my promises, Ms. Y/L/N. Prepare to be swept off your feet, love.”
Time seemed to still as Enzo escorted you onto the dancefloor. You beamed at him, curtsying with a silly grin while he bowed in return. The two of you waltzed together as the live musicians played a soft and slow tune. Enzo couldn’t help but admire you as you twirled around in your pretty lilac dress. A few curls fell out from your updo, sweeping against your rosy cheeks while you fell into step with him. As he held you tightly against him, Enzo hoped to Merlin that the music was loud enough to drown out the rapid beating in his chest.
Deny it as he may, Enzo knew deep down that his heart only beat for you anyways.
The rest of the night passed by in a blur. Ever the gracious host, you personally said goodbye to each guest until the last person left the manor. Given the late hour, you insisted that Enzo stay the night, a request that was quickly turned into a command by your parents. They adored Enzo as much as you did, perhaps even more. Though he doubted that their affection would remain the same if they knew the filthy thoughts that plagued him every time he stayed over.
“C’mon, Enz,” you said, tugging at his hand. “Last person up the stairs has to pick up croissants in the morning!”
Enzo chuckled before breaking into a sprint. You squealed as he gained in on you, gathering your dress up in your hands while slipping your heels off and making a run for it. You nearly tripped on the taffeta, but luckily Enzo caught you around the waist and hauled you over his shoulder.
“I guess we both lose, honey.”
You giggled as Enzo marched into your room before discarding you gently on the four poster bed. He smiled as you sprawled out on the mattress and dragged him down beside you. Scooting up against the pillows, Enzo traced the initials that the two of you carved against your bedpost when you were ten.
“Do you remember the day we carved those in?”
Enzo nodded. “The summer before our first year at Hogwarts.” He smiled as he recalled the memory. “We were both so scared of being sorted into different houses, but you said that if we carved our initials together, then nothing would be able to separate us.”
“Mum and dad were furious,” you said with a chuckle. “But it was worth it. Ten years later and it still stands true. If we’re lucky, it’ll last for an eternity.”
“Luck has nothing to do with it,” Enzo declared. “I’d still be by your side even when the carvings fade.”
You smiled softly and turned over to face him. Enzo brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, those honey eyes flickering with emotion. “Do you really think so? What about when we both get married? I don’t think your wife would appreciate me hanging around, Enz.”
“That won’t be a problem,” Enzo countered confidently.
You traced over his dimple, memorizing the feel of his skin underneath your fingertips. “How can you be so sure?” you teased.
“Because you’re the only one I could ever picture myself marrying.”
The gravity of his words settled between you. Enzo almost wished he could take it back if not for the relief that flooded his entire body now that he had spoken his true feelings out loud. After years of silence and patience, of pining and anticipating, of hands shaking from holding back from you, Enzo felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.
Whether or not you returned the sentiment mattered very little to him. All Enzo knew was that he loved you and he could no longer sit here and pretend that you weren’t carved into his heart and soul like a golden tattoo.
“Lorenzo,” you whispered softly. If it were anyone else, Enzo would’ve loathed hearing his full name, but the moment you said it, everything just stopped. “I don’t want you like a best friend.”
His heart stopped beating. “Do you mean that, Y/N?”
“Of course I mean it,” you affirmed. “You’re my favorite person. You’re not only my best friend, but you’re my lifeline. We’ve seen each other through the best and worst of times and somehow we haven’t grown sick of each other and I don’t think we ever will. You’re the only person I see myself marrying too, Enzo. You’re my one and only.”
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that,” he whispered softly, noses brushing close. “Though it’s not nearly as long as I’ve waited to do this.”
You held your breath as Enzo leaned forward, closing the gap between you. The space that signified the boundary of your friendship was nearly nonexistent now, filled with longing looks and shaking hands. Your eyes fluttered close as soon as your lips met.
With a shaky exhale, you melted into Enzo’s arms as he clutched you close. One hand weaved around your waist while the other cupped your jaw. You sighed into the kiss, relishing the feel of his lips against yours. Enzo tasted like champagne, making you dizzy with the sweetness as he deepened the kiss. You giggled as Enzo tugged you into his lap, tracing your fingers over the initials on the headboard before tangling them in his hair.
The feel of Enzo was familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. This was your best friend. You knew every scar and mole and freckle by heart, but the soft sighs and plush lips were an entirely new experience that you longed to explore.
“I wish you hadn’t waited so long,” you whispered against his lips. “We could’ve been doing this all along.”
“We have all the time in the world to make up for it, my love.” Enzo caressed your cheek with such tenderness that it made your heart ache. “Do you even know how hard it’s been to hold myself back? How many times I’ve had to physically restrain myself from kissing the breath right out of you this night alone?”
“You’re not alone in that. You look so damn good in that suit, it should honestly be considered a crime.”
Enzo chuckled as you straightened his lapel. “If this suit is a crime, then that dress would land you a cell in Azkaban. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you the entire night.”
“Good,” you said with a cheeky smile. “I only bought this dress so you could take it off.”
Those innocent honey brown eyes darkened as Enzo toyed with the strap of your dress, kissing every bit of exposed skin available to him. “Allow me to do this properly, then. Now that I have you, I intend to savor every smile, every touch, and every kiss you give me.”
Anticipation hung heavy in the air as Enzo tugged at the laces of your dress, carefully unraveling you like his own personal gift. He helped you wriggle out of the purple fabric, sliding the dress down over your body with such gentleness and care. Your lips met once more as you slid off his jacket, your fingers making quick work of the button shirt underneath as well. When both of your clothes were piled up on your bedroom floor, Enzo lifted his head up to properly look at you. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he drank in the sight before him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Enzo breathed, his voice full of awe and wonder. He tugged at the ribbons in your hair, setting your curls free.
Tenderly, Enzo laid you back on the mattress and captured your lips with his. As promised, he took his time exploring every inch of your body. Slender fingers caressed your skin, eliciting satisfied sighs while Enzo lavished you with kisses. He groaned as your fingers tangled through his hair, pulling him impossibly close until you couldn’t tell where you began and he ended.
You moved as one, the trust and care evident between you and Enzo. He knew you better than anyone. Knew all the quirks and flaws and oddities that made you you. Enzo knew how to touch you, how to kiss you, how to look at you in a way that made you feel like he truly saw you.
Enzo pressed his forehead against yours. “We don’t have to rush. I’m perfectly content to wait until you’re ready.”
It was sweet and such an incredibly Enzo thing to say. Even after waiting all this time, all he cared about was that you were comfortable.
“I think we’ve both had our fill of waiting.” You smiled up at him, cradling his jaw. He leaned into your touch like he was savoring every bit of affection he could get. “I’ve never felt more ready for anything in my life. I trust you more than I trust myself. I love you, Lorenzo Berkshire.”
The smile on Enzo’s face was blinding. It was like feeling the sunshine on your skin after years in darkness. It was golden.
“I love you too, Y/N.” Enzo confessed. “I think I’ve loved you even before I knew what love was.”
“My one and only,” you whispered, peppering kisses along his jaw. “My lifeline.”
With heartbreaking gentleness, Enzo wrapped your legs around his waist. Honey eyes latched onto yours as he hovered over you, his astute gaze flickering over your face as he eased into you. Enzo was slow and gentle, giving you time to adjust to his size and brushing your hair out of your face while lavishing you with luxurious kisses. You moaned into his mouth as his hips met yours, feeling full and content, like joining your bodies together in this way was the most natural thing in the world.
“Look at me, honey. I want to see those pretty eyes.”
Your eyes opened to the most beautiful sight. The candlelit room cast a hazy glow over everything, bathing Enzo with its soft golden light. Your chest tightened as you admired him, fingertips grazing the curve of his jaw, the angles of his cheekbones, the cheeky dimples that you loved so much, the perfect aquiline nose, and the dark lashes framing those mesmerizing eyes. In the dim light, they looked like pools of honey and you felt like a fly swimming in liquid gold.
“You’re beautiful too, Enzo. Like a work of art,” you beamed as he flushed. “My pretty boy.”
“Don’t say that, sweetheart. Not unless you want this to be finished quicker than it started.”
You chuckled. “Is that so? Have I found your weakness?”
Enzo groaned, shifting his hips in a way that had you moaning underneath him. “You are my weakness, my love.”
“Yeah?” You asked, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist and rolling your hips against his. “Show me how weak I make you, pretty boy.”
The precarious thread of self control that Enzo was desperately holding onto snapped. With a roll of his hips, he set a pace that had you clawing at the sheets. He chuckled darkly as you clambered for control, nails raking at his back before finding purchase in his hair. You tugged hard, desperate for more.
“Oh god, Enzo.” You moaned as he slammed into you, feeling boneless as he silenced your sounds with a filthy kiss.
“You wanted to see what you do to me?” Enzo teased, gripping your hips to hold you in place while he slid all the way out. The head of his cock barely brushed your cunt and you ached to feel all of him again. You whimpered in response as he teased you, taunted you. “You drive me fucking insane, Y/N. I think about this, every second of every day. You’re all I want. You’re all I need.”
“So have me,” you breathed. “Have all of me, Enzo.”
You groaned as Enzo slammed back in. It felt good to be full of him. It felt right. You murmured as much into his mouth, canting your hips to his as he raised your arms above your head and twined your fingers together. In that moment, there was nothing in the world but you and Enzo—the boy you loved making love to you.
Despite the lust swimming in his eyes, something softer reared from underneath the surface. A look that Enzo had given you countless times over the years. A look that was pure love and adoration. Your heart swelled as you squeezed his fingers.
“I love it when you look at me like that,” you whispered.
“Like you’re my whole world?” Enzo murmured against your lips. “You are, you know.”
You kissed him, slow and deep. “You’re mine, too.”
“Don’t take those pretty eyes off of me, honey.” Enzo said as he pushed your body to the brink of pleasure. “I want to watch you come apart for me.”
“Together?” you asked, brushing the hair out of his eyes.
“Always,” he responded.
Enzo pressed your forehead against his, slipping past the edge with you and indulging in the sweet ecstasy of your bodies fitting perfectly together. The orgasm rocked over you first and you panted into Enzo’s mouth as he watched in awe. His own pleasure took over after a few more thrusts, your name falling sweetly from his lips as he chased the high.
Neither one of you made any indication of moving. You were content feeling the full weight of Enzo’s blissed out body on top of yours, smiling to yourself as you ran your fingers through his hair. He sighed happily against your neck and cuddled closer.
Enzo took your hand and kissed your fingertips. He intertwined them through his, squeezing gently as he examined your hand.
“Four and a half.”
“Hmm?”
“That’s your ring size, isn’t it? I’ll have to tell mum. We’ll need to get her engagement ring resized.”
You chuckled. “Engagement ring? You haven’t even asked me to be your girlfriend yet. Now you want to jump to being my fiancé?”
“Well, girlfriend is certainly not strong enough to describe who you are to me,” He said, kissing your ring finger. “I prefer the love of my life. My future wife and the mother of my children. Though I suppose I’ll settle for fiancé.”
“Will you at least let me get used to calling you my boyfriend first?”
“Fine,” Enzo huffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. “You can call me your boyfriend. For now.”
“How generous of you, Mr. Berkshire.”
You grinned and pulled him in for a kiss. Enzo nuzzled his nose against yours, looking down at you with those innocent honey eyes. “I’ll show the future Mrs. Berkshire how generous I can be. Then you’ll be calling me your husband in no time.”
“I like the sound of that, pretty boy.”
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I finally got to watch Viften (Empire) and it’s such a fascinating movie. It was written by Anna Neye who also plays Anna Heegaard, a rich free black woman who’s dating the Danish governor of the island.
It’s sold as an absurdist comedy and I think there’s no other way to describe it. There aren’t any real jokes but you often end up laughing at the absurdity of it all.
It’s extremely honest about the horrors Danes put the black population through but thankfully it only shows it in quick flashes of art as seen in the trailer. I once watched a video where they explained why most women aren’t into slasher movies and why black people generally don’t rewatch movies about racism and slavery. It’s because the the horrors shown are very real fears and a fact of life so the only people who can really enjoy watching a woman get horribly murdered as entertaining are men and only white people can watch a black person getting whipped to death with cinematic lighting and have a fun night out. By showing the horrors in art they get to be clear about exactly what is going on without coming off as exploitative.
But it’s also very honest about the ways a society based on slavery fucks with everyone. Most of the servants at the manor are slaves except the cook who bought her own freedom years ago. She tells the housekeeper Petrine that some day she too will be able to buy her freedom and get her own slave. That’s right, the freed black people aspire to get their own slaves because that’s the sort of values a society like this instills in people. And Anna tries to be as nice as possible to her own slaves but doesn’t take her own success for granted and is more afraid of an uprising than her white lover and ends up doing some really horrible things to her slaves to keep them down.
It also touches on how people viewed being black or white back then. That it wasn’t all about skin colour but also status. That’s why all the white people treat Anna as one of them. She’s a rich, educated lady so of course she’s “white”. Even Anna express contempt at being called black because she doesn’t work in the field. The poor freed black people also call Petrine white because she dress and acts like a Dane. Not as in “you are pretending to be white” but as in you are white.
And hats off to the director Frederikke Aspöck. There’s a scene where a woman buys her freedom and they put on a symbolic slave auction where she gets up on the podium and bids on herself. All the white neighbors have come to witness it because it’s seen as this joyous day and they all clap, she’s offered to drink with them and she’s all smiles. The director managed to make the scene wholesome while highlighting the absurdity of it and all you can do is chuckle because what the fuck? The white people think it’s a good thing that she’s free but continue to keep and mistreat their own slaves, and she no doubt dreams of getting her own down the road. It’s very much depicted as institutionalized racism and not just “a few bad eggs”.
And I didn’t know where to put this but there’s a lot of interesting symbolism going on with Anna’s dresses. She always wears dresses that match the colors of the rooms she’s in, establishing her as fully part of the system, but as she begins to realize that the Danish state will never see her as fully equal her colors start to clash with her surroundings.
I watched it on Netflix and it has English subtitles so it should be somewhere for English speakers to watch if you feel so inclined.
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Interlude: Above the sky
IU X Minatozaki Sana X Male Reader
You sigh as you sit in one of the chairs at the airport.
It has been a while, since you last flew with a commercial airplane. You are headed to Italy. There is an urgent meeting, involving everyone, who is important at the Diesel company. You can proudly say that you are one of them. Unfortunately though, your jet is currently being repaired and refurbished.
Waiting for the call to board the plane, you occasionally glance at the incoming passengers, while working on your laptop.
When you suddenly hear the sounds of cameras flashing and cheers, you turn around in your seat. Two women, who are being swarmed by reporters walk towards your gate.
Great. More noise. You sigh as you realize you won't be able to keep working. Luckily, boarding time starts soon.
As the women slowly get closer, you see that one of them is wearing a fancy looking suit outfit and one is wearing a simple black dress. The large bow in the second woman's hair makes her look cute. And smaller than she actually is. Because in that moment, you realize who is walking in your direction.
IU. The woman you and Miyeon had.... fun with. You wonder if she still remembers you. Not being able to identify the other woman, you are glad you are now able to board the plane.
You don't think IU saw you as you walk towards the door.
At the door the captain and the crew welcome you. Being the owner of the airline you are flying with is somewhat beneficial. Although you tried to hide it as much as possible. You usually don't like too much attention, especially when you are busy or on your way to a meeting.
Sitting down in first class, you enjoy the comfort of the chair. The blue interior matches the plane's exterior as you look around. This is somewhat your airplane after all.
It takes only a couple of minutes, before you aren't the only one in first class anymore. People start to take their seats, while you take the laptop out of your bag.
Sitting in the middle seat, you don't believe your eyes, when you see the two women sit down on your right. IU on the left, the other on the right. You could've sworn you saw her somewhere before. Guessing from the way she looks, she must be an idol as well. You see her smile. It's probably one of the cutest things you have ever seen.
Wanting to tease the older woman, you lean through the small aisle towards her.
"Can I get an autograph?"
You can't hide a teasing grin as she turns around. Her eyes widen when she seems to recognize you.
"Surprise."
"What-"
She stops, her mouth open.
"Is he a friend?"
The girl's voice sounds as cute as she looks.
"Kind of. Nice to meet you, (y/n)."
You reach around IU to shake her hand.
"Minatozaki Sana. It's a pleasure."
You watch IU looking at Sana's hand in yours, before you pull away. Not without your hand grazing against her chest. No one would notice except her. You see her look down, biting her lip.
You remember how needy she was last time, although it partially might have been the alcohol.
"How do the two of you know each other?"
IU's eyes grow wide as she hears Sana's question. For an actress, she isn't very good at hiding her surprise.
"Well.... We..."
"She was attending the opening of my restaurant."
"Oh really? Which one?"
"It's in Paris. I doubt you know it."
Sana seems to be thinking hard.
"Ah. The one Lisa went to?"
You nod.
"Exactly. I'm happy that you seem to know it."
"Of course I do. I heard the food is very delicious there."
While she gives you an adorable smile, you realize that IU is still not talking. Although her hand is resting on her naked knee, playing with the hem of her dress.
"If you are ever in Paris, I hope you will stop by."
"I will give you an awesome review."
Sana gives you a thumbs up.
"What did you eat there, unnie?"
"Hmmm? What?"
IU looks like she got caught. You expected her to be more cool about this, but it looks like she is unable to clear her mind of the things you did.
"I don't remember."
She now looks at you. Her dark eyes locked onto yours.
"But I know it was delicious."
That switch of attitude makes you silently raise an eye brow at her. How did she just got from shy and scared to hot and suggestive?
A sly smirk plays around her lips. Maybe she is a better actress than you thought.
Once the plane is in the air, you get rid of your seatbelt. The tight fabric made the situation in your pants slightly worse. IU keeps glancing at you. Sometimes a naughty smile on her face, sometimes her fingers lift up her dress. Her full thighs distract you from working.
You are glad that barely any people seem to be sitting in first class. Except for you three, there is only one man two rows ahead and an older couple maybe three rows behind you. Is it always that empty in first class?
You really do try your best to keep working, but as soon as Ji-eun stands up, you throw all caution out the window. The dress she is wearing seemed quite long. That's why you are surprised, when she reaches up to take something out of her luggage.
The black fabric rides up her body, until her lower half is almost completely exposed. Standing on her tip toes, Ji-eun shows off her ass to you. Her black thong leaves her cheeks exposed, only barely covering her pussy. You catch glimps of her lips. Remembering the last time you saw her naked pussy, you have to hold back to not just reach for it.
When she is about to sit down, Sana stands up too.
"I need to use the bathroom real quick."
She steps past the older woman, before walking down the small aisle.
Ji-eun watches her leave. You already expected something once the two of you would be alone, but not this. As soon as IU is sure no one is looking, she straddles your lap.
"I can't help it. Your cock felt so good."
Her breathless words still linger in your ear as she latches her lips onto your neck. While showering your skin with kisses, IU slowly grinds on top of you.
"Darn it. Do you know how often I got myself off thinking about that night?"
Her hands move towards your belt.
"What are you doing?"
You are finally able to talk, a little overwhelmed from the older woman's attack.
"What do you mean? You don't wanna fuck?"
"Shhh."
You shush her, afraid someone heard her.
"Here? Are you crazy?"
She just shrugs her shoulders.
"As long as you fill me with cock, I don't care where."
Her lips reattach themselves to your neck. Her hair slightly tickles, while her cute bow is right in front of your face.
You try your best. You really do. But suddenly, you find your hands underneath IU's dress. Feeling the smooth skin on her full thighs, you lean your head back, while she fumbles for your zipper. Her grinding increases as you start to feel her wetness on your leg. Only the thin fabric of your pants and her thong are between the two of you.
IU suddenly stops, looking above your head behind you.
"Shit."
You suspect it's Sana. Expecting, IU to leave, you let go of her thighs. Instead she just drops to her knees. She reaches for the blanket next to you, covering herself and your lap. You feel her warm breath against your clothed crotch as you hear Sana coming from behind.
"Excuse me. Do you know where IU unnie went?"
"I think she left right after you. In the same direction."
"Really? I didn't see her."
Sana flashes you another smile.
"Thank you."
She turns around to look at the direction she came from, before sitting back down in her seat.
You suddenly hear the zipper of your pants being opened. Which is odd, since both of IU's hands are resting on your thighs. Is she doing this with her teeth?
You feel her pull down the zipper, until finally one hand leaves your leg. Her hand undoes the button of your boxers.
If you weren't hard before, you are now as IU fishes out your cock. Her warm hand strokes your length once or twice, before you feel her wet lips wrap around your tip. You have to suppress a groan as her tongue swirls around it. IU starts to take you deeper inside her mouth. Her wet slurps barely louder than a whisper.
You place your hands on the blanket over her head, trying to hide the bulge her head is creating. Ji-eun humms around your cock in response as she keeps sucking you off.
You can't believe this is happening. Your legs start to become jelly as the woman on her knees let's her lips glide to the base of your cock. Her tongue follows, grazing the underside of your shaft.
You glance at Sana, hoping she doesn't see anything. But after looking at her once or twice, it becomes hard to look away. Since Ji-eun swallows your cock underneath the blanket, you somewhat miss the visual stimuli. Luckily, Sana is more than enough.
Since her shorts are barely covering her center, her full thighs are on display. You try to imagine them around your head, squeezing you as you eat her out. It's hard though. It's hard to focus on anything when IU is silently giving you head. You have to lean your head against your chair, trying to compensate the pleasure you are feeling. How is she so good at this?
Glancing at Sana again, you see her lean over her phone. She was typing something on it a couple of moments ago. Now it seems like she is watching a video or something. Her eyes are wide, the screen very close to her face.
When you feel yourself hitting the back of IU's throat, you press her head down. It's a subconscious action as you try to appear normal. You hear her slightly gagging when she is unable to move. Closing your eyes, you feel yourself getting closer to the end.
Ji-eun starts to become louder. You hope no one hears her as you open your eyes again. You are unable to see straight as you look around. Your eyes lock onto Sana's. The woman's head is turned towards you, her lips slightly parted. Her hand with her phone is resting on her lap, while the other tuggs a couple of strands behind her ear. Did she catch you?
Instinctively you press Ji-eun's face further into your lap, hoping Sana didn't see her head bobbing. You hear IU slightly gagging as she tries to breath through her nose while her throat is stuffed with your cock.
Sana gives you a coy smile, before she turns away again. You did catch her stealing a glance at your crotch. Fuck.
That nervous feeling doesn't last long as IU keeps working your shaft. You suddenly come to a realization. What are you going to do next? What happens after Ji-eun is done with you? How is she going to get out of there? There is no way she planing to stay on her knees until the end of her flight. Is she?
You dig your fingers into your armrests. IU keeps slobbering over your dick in almost complete silence, while her hands glide over your pants. In a normal situation you would've started to fuck her face by now. But this isn't normal. This is public. It doesn't get much riskier than that. Getting head as you sit in your seat in your airplane.
The situation worsens when you get a call. You neither have the composure, nor the current mental stability to wonder who it might be. Without even looking at the screen, you pick up.
"Hi, daddy."
You almost groan in disbelief as you recognize her voice. Checking your screen confirms your suspicion.
"Princess #1"
Wonyoung is number two, which means...
"Hi, Miyeon. What is it?"
You try to sound nonchalant, although it is almost impossible. Hearing Miyeon snicker on the other side of the call makes you blush for some reason.
"Who is it?"
"IU."
You half whisper half moan. No reason to lie.
"Well, that's great, but I'm calling because of her fellow traveller."
"What?"
You look to your right at Sana, catching her look away from you.
"She knows who you are."
"How?"
"I might have told her a thing or two about us."
You sigh.
"So?"
"Just go the bathroom in a couple of minutes. She is too shy to ask."
"Miyeon-"
"I hope IU sumbenim is taking great care of you. Her asshole was so tight when I fucked her. Just saying."
You are stunned when you realize that Miyeon hung up on you. Who does she think she is? Talking about you with Sana and then telling you to follow her friend to the bathroom? You don't need to be bright to figure out why.
You turn your head as you see Sana standing up. As she walks past you, she let's her hand glide along your arm. You look after her as she walks back towards the bathroom. She took off her jacket earlier. Her tight shorts hugg her cheeks perfectly as she walks down the aisle.
"Fuck.Ji-eun, stop."
You get the blanket off her.
IU looks up at you. Her black bow is a little tilted, her chin covered in her spit.
She let's your cock fall out of her mouth, before stroking it slowly.
"What?"
"Sana is gone and-"
"Finally."
She gets up and straddles your lap once more.
"Wait."
You hold her by her waist, before she is able to keep moving.
"Miyeon just called. She wanted me to follow Sana into the bathroom."
"Oh."
Ji-eun is visibly disappointed.
"I'm gonna go now."
She shakes her head.
"We need to finish what we started. I haven't had sex since the night in Paris. Please."
"Get off me. We will continue this after we land."
IU glares at you.
"Why? Just because she is younger than me?"
"No-"
"Fine. Go."
She gets off you, sitting down in her own seat. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest. Her lips forming a cute pout.
"Ji-eun-"
She looks up at you. Her stare shuts you up.
"I will be in Venice for four days. I expect you to make it up to me during every single second I don't have a schedule."
You nod before following after Sana. Your meeting is today, after you land. Afterwards you should have enough time for IU.
Reaching the restroom, you look around, but no one seems to care about your presence. Seeing it being unlocked, you slip inside.
As soon as you close the door behind you, you feel Sana crashing into you. Her lips attack yours, while she grinds her body against you.
"Sana, what..."
She takes a step back.
"If you are only half as good as Miyeon said...."
She trails off, before reaching for you once again. This time, you hold her waist, holding her close, while Sana invades your mouth.
And Miyeon said she was shy?
The Japanese girl, you guessed because of her name, sneaks her arms around you while she deepens the kiss. Your hands start to explore her body. You notice how slim her waist is. How smooth the skin under her shirt and how full her thighs are. Reaching behind her, you place your palms on her cheeks.
"God yes."
She sighs as you squeeze them respectively.
"I need you."
Her lips find your neck, just like IU's earlier.
"Mina played with me without making me cum."
Her breathless words make you feel goosebumps as she whispers against your neck. Who is Mina? Her bandmate?
"She started it minutes before I had to leave."
Sana kisses down your neck, slowly reaching your collarbone.
"Do you know what that does to a girl? Almost cuming and then having to wait for hours?"
You feel the Japanese girl's hands leave your neck as she reaches for your pants.
"I don't even care how you fuck me by now. Just do it. I need to cum."
While still having questions about Mina and still not sure how you got here exactly, you spring into action. If there is something, besides doing business, you are good at than it's sex. At least that's what you think. Why would you sleep with so many idols otherwise?
You hold Sana's cheeks more firmly, before lifting her off the ground. She is just as light as the others. She has gotten rid of your zipper by now and is working on the button of your boxers, which you just closed barely a minute ago.
"Take me. Take me how you want. I just need something in me."
Her breathless whisper makes you step forward, sitting her down on the edge of the sink. While you capture her lips with yours, you unbuckle her belt.
Sana moans into your mouth as you pull her shorts off her. Her pink panties already damp with arousal.
Wanting to make this quick, you just slide them aside, revealing Sana's snatch. It's a mouthwatering sight. For some reason it looks smaller than you expected.
You let you hands dance along her lower lips as it's now your turn to kiss her neck. Sana let's her head fall back, moaning in delight at your touch. For a second you wonder if you should finger her to orgasm first, but you decide against it. You want to make this quick. And you would rather have Sana cum on your cock than your fingers.
"Put it in, please."
As if on cue, Sana starts to whine.
"I'm already soaked thinking about you. Just give me that cock Miyeon always talks about."
You pull out your cock through the holes in your pants and boxers.
"That's huge."
Sana looks down in shock.
"But why is it wet?"
You don't answer. Instead you align it with her pussy. Pushing past her lips makes Sana almost fall backwards into the sink. You have to hold her firmly as her back arches. You are almost afraid she is gonna break it.
"That's fucking big."
She hisses as if she is in pain.
"I'm used to smaller toys."
You wait for her, letting her take a couple of deep breaths.
Once Sana finally adjusted to the feeling of her hole being stretched like never before, she sits back up, locking her hands behind your neck.
"Carry me. Impale me on your dick."
It's a combination of command and plea as Sana's eyes seem darker than before. Although that could be due to the dim light.
You slowly pick her up and lift her off the sink. Gravity doing it's work, slowly makes Sana glide down to your base. You see her eyes roll to the back of her head. She holds harder onto your neck with every inch she is taking.
"Oh god."
Sana sighs once you finally bottom out inside of her. It took a couple of moments, but you are more than glad it took this long. Sana's pussy is tight. Her walls grip onto you, clearly not wanting you to ever leave. For some reason, Sana's pussy feels a little similar to Rei's. Is that a coincidence? Or because they are both Japanese? You almost laugh at that thought. That's impossible.
Either way, you start to lift up Sana until only your tip is inside of her. You make her glide down along your length. Up and down. Up and down.
Before you know it, you are already truly fucking Sana inside the restroom. Her moans are muffled by your shirt, which she is biting into. Or rather your shoulder. The pain is small enough to blend out. Her moans increase in volume and numbers. They become higher and more needy.
With a strong grip on her ass cheeks, you keep moving Sana. Her body barely moving on its own, her pussy only a fleshlight for your cock.
"More. More please."
Sana let's go of your shoulder for just a moment. You keep fucking her, hoping that no one can hear her moan. Her walls start to tighten around you even further.
"Gonna cum!"
She let's out a mewl into your shoulder as she clings to you like a panda. You keep moving her up and down. Relentlessly impaling her on your cock.
"Oh god!"
Sana finally cums on your dick. Her walls squeeze you, trying to make you cum as well. Her body shakes a little, making you hold her a little tighter. The pink panties she is wearing are now soaking wet. Her hair is a mess.
"That was so good."
She is still breathing heavily, but finally stopped biting you.
"Let's go."
You start to put Sana down.
It's a difficult decision to pull out of the Japanese's snug pussy, but you could get caught any second.
"But-"
"You can do that in our seats."
"What about IU?"
"Why do you think my cock was already wet?"
Sana's mouth opens in a wide O in realization.
"That slut."
Sana giggles as she slowly starts to get her pants on. You close your zipper and open the door.
Only a couple of seconds later, you are back in your seat. But not alone. You are glad that the space in first class is so big.
"You taste so good, Sana."
IU complements her as she swallows your cock. It took no convincing at all to make IU drop to her knees in front of your seat. Sana is kneeling next to her, admiring her work.
IU's bow is bobbing up and down in rhythm with her head. One of her hands is wrapped around your base, while the other rests on your left thigh. Sana occupies your other as she leans on it, watching the older woman.
With a cute, naughty smile she shifts her gaze from IU to you.
"I hope we can do this for the rest of our stay in Venice."
Ji-eun looks up at you, her lips still wrapped around your cock. She is reminding you of the deal you two made, before you left to fuck Sana.
Without a warning, Ji-eun starts to deep throat you once again. You suddenly hit the back of her throat. This time, she doesn't silence herself. The gagging noises are probably loud enough for the other three passengers to hear.
She holds her head in place for what feel like forever. You hold onto your armrests, hoping to hold out just a little longer.
"Unnie, I want to make him cum."
Sana watches your spit covered cock fall out of Ji-eun's mouth. Her hand still holding your base, the older woman slightly points your cock in Sana's direction.
The Japanese girl sticks her tongue out. She slowly swirls it around the tip of your cock, not breaking eye contact. Her dark eyes look deeper than ever before.
She adds a hand as well. Her right is joining IU's, both of their hands cover around two thirds of your cock. Sana wraps her lips around your tip, hollowing her cheeks. Her tongue keeps swirling , while she slowly sucks you off.
It is completely different from most of the girls so far. While the others usually do this quickly with desperate need for you to finish, Sana takes her time. As if she is convincing your cock to cum on its own.
You groan as you feel the effects first hand. Shifting around in your seat, you know it's only a matter of seconds.
"Look at him. Struggling to hold it in."
IU chuckles before licking her lips.
"I can't wait to make him cum for four whole days."
Sana's mouth, both of their hands, IU's eyes, her words. It all proves too much. With one last groan, you feel yourself twitching against Sana's tongue.
A second before you explode, she pulls away. You are barely able to watch as you cum all over both of their hands. I leaks down in small streams. It coats their fingers and their wrists.
As soon as you come back down, Sana dives in for her first taste. With her daring tongue, she starts with IU's hand, slowly pulling her tongue across the older girl's fingers.
"Delicious."
She licks her lips, before turning towards IU. Since Sana must have scooped up a good amount of cum, you are in awe as you watch the two exchanging a messy kiss. You see a small string, a mix of saliva and your cum, hang from both of their chins as they keep making out.
This is gonna be a long four day trip.
And quite possibly a long flight.
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okay. I feel like I explain this every time I talk about men's issues but I just saw some more bad takes on transandrophobia so I'm going to go over exactly my thoughts on men & gendered oppression.
My argument is no "men, as a class, are oppressed exactly like women as a class, and all of society is always against masculinity & therefore any proof of society valuing masculinity/men over femininity/women disproves my point." My arguments are:
A fundamental part of patriarchal masculinity is competition and threats/fear. Yes, cis men are The Best, but the patriarchy does not give unconditional love and support to everyone perceived as a cis man. Creating a strict definition of what a man is keeps people in a state of fear that makes them easy to control. bell hooks talks about this beautifully in The Will to Change: "When we love maleness, we extend our love whether males are performing or not. Performance is different from simply being. In patriarchal culture males are not allowed simply to be who they are and to glory in their unique identity. Their value is always determined by what they do. In an antipatriarchal culture males do not have to prove their value and worth. They know from birth that simply being gives them value, the right to be cherished and loved." Men cannot be unconditionally comfortable without proving that they have worth via fulfillment of patriarchal standards- which are intertwined with capitalistic standards, because patriarchy & other social systems cannot be separated for anyone. This does not mean that men receive no benefits from the patriarchy- the way the patriarchy negatively affects men does not need to be a mirror of how it affects women in order to be real. I frankly don't care if this counts as oppression or not; its a part of the patriarchy and it hurts people, especially...
Marginalized men & marginalized perceived-men. We cannot act like marginalized women experience the intersection of gender and [x], but marginalized men have their gender completely ignored. It's just not accurate. This does not mean they never benefit from being perceived as men, either, or that they cannot contribute to misogyny. But marginalized men's gender absolutely plays a role in how they are perceived and treated. Testosterone can be seen as a positive for cis men while trans men are seen as hyper-violent "emotional women with male rage," because the patriarchy does not care about hypocrisy, it cares about control. White men can be encouraged to show their anger and be seen as powerful while Black men have their lives destroyed if they do anything but shape all of their emotions around making white people comfortable. There is a consistent trend of portraying marginalized men as having the worst of masculine traits- being ugly, sexually aggressive, uncontrollable monsters- or lacking the proper traits of masculinity- being infertile/failing to be properly sexual, being meek and easily dominated, being effeminate or having female traits- while dominant men are always perfectly balanced and in control of their masculinity.
The point of using "misandry" or "antimasculism" is not "all things male/masculine are treated badly." It's is being able to talk about how masculinity is weaponized against those who do it "wrong." All language is wrong, but some language is useful.
Also, if you want to hear more about the intersection of masculinity/manhood and Blackness, I'd recommend both the videos of F.D Signifier and the work of thotscholar.
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Cervecería (Alexia Putellas x Reader)
Hi friends, this is a bit late (but better late than never?) The one I was inspired to write post that champions league win with Alexia beelining it to someone in the crowd. It’s definitely not the best thing I have written but I know if i keep editing it I’ll scrap it so this is as good as it’ll get
The need to not live through another Canadian winter was the biggest draw that made you start a second business in Spain. Having started a successful craft brewery in Toronto, you knew exactly what you needed to do, when you brought the craft beer craze to Barcelona.
You had been in the city for 7 months, your restaurant had only opened a month ago but you were happy with how it was going. It was a process to get it open, but once you realised you needed to find someone who spoke both Spanish and Catalan and was familiar with the restaurant business it became a lot smoother.
You had found a spot near to the downtown without being ridiculously priced, you wanted to draw tourists but you also didn’t want to scare away any locals. The starting days were slow but as more advertising and more interest in different craft beers gre you started to get busier. Fridays and Saturdays were busy enough you had to hire extra staff, but during the week you liked to be the one behind the bar.
The whole reason you got into the brewery business in the first place, was because you loved to connect with people and share your love of beer with them. The best way you were able to do that was to be the one serving it, plus it was helping with learning Spanish.
You also drew in a unique crowd on game days, you had all the subscriptions from back home which meant you were able to play many American sports. You also always had at least one TV dedicated to women games.
About 6 weeks after you opened you were tending the bar on a slow Wednesday night, the crowd had died off after the Barca Femini game was completed, but you still had a few stragglers around. Movement caught your eye where you cleaning tables and you watched a slim female with her hair pulled in a pony tail, black hat and hoodie on walk in and settle at the end of the bar.
Moving back behind the bar she looked up and met your eyes and immediately you were drawn in to her expressive eyes. You moved toward her and said “Hola, can I get you anything?”
She smiled at you and said “Agua?”
You raise an eyebrow at her and ask “You come into a brewery sit at the bar and order water?”
She chuckles and shrugs and asks “should I sit somewhere else then?”
“no no no but let me make you a deal” you smile wanting to hear her laugh again.
She raises an eye brow as she asks “What’s the deal?”
You smirk and step back moving to pour her a glass of water, and a small taster pint of your favourite beer. You place both glasses in front of her as you tell her “I will keep pouring you the finest water all night, IF you try this small glass of my favourite beer”
She chuckles shaking her head and smiles at you as she holds out her hand and says “deal.”
You laugh and place your hand in hers, immediately feeling a tingling run up your arm, you tell her “I’m Y/N by the way.”
“Alexia” she says and releases your hand and grabs the beer glass. She slowly raises it to her lips meeting your eyes over the glass. She holds your gaze as she takes a sip.
You keep your eyes on her as she places it down and you ask “well?”
“I can see why its your favourite” she says with a smile.
Before you can say anything else another customer draws your attention away. You have to deal with an issue in the kitchen and one with the supply closets. Its almost half an hour later when you make it back behind the bar. When you get back she is standing up looking around for you.
Smiling you walk up asking her “leaving so soon?”
She chuckles and says “si, just needed some fresh air. I can grab my bill though”
You shake your head and say “it’s on the house”
“Won’t your boss be upset” she asks with a smile.
You chuckle and say “I think they’ll be okay.”
“well thank you” she says with another smile. Your name is called by another server and you turn toward them as she says “I’ll get out of your hair Y/N”
You chuckle out a bye before turning and tending to your team.The rest of the night is spent thinking about the Beautiful girl who sat at your bar. You have a feeling you recognise her but are unsure how you would. Until you are closing up and you see her face on the TV, chuckling you can’t help but think how you just embarrassed yourself in front of the queen of football.
**
You spend the next week elbow deep in testing a new batch of beer. It consumes you when you have an idea and you cannot put it into the taste correctly. Working late one night the bar is pretty quiet apart from a few regulars, you have taken over a table near the far side of the bar which is slightly hidden. Your notes are spread out all over the table and you are completely consumed in them until you hear your name at the bar.
You had told your staff to act like you are not here, but when you recognise the voice ask for a water you smile to your self and look up and see Alexia sitting at your bar. As you get up to walk towards her you recall that you had seen the Barca team had played earlier in the evening away.
“looking for me” you ask her as you step beside her at the bar.
Alexia and your bartender, Sam, turns towards you with their own expressions. Alexia looks happy to see you, and you bartender is giving you the raised eyebrow as she thought you didn’t want to be disturbed.
“I thought you weren’t here tonight boss” your bartender asks.
“boss?” Alexia echos.
You chuckle at them both and you say “I’m not here tonight Sam” to your bartender who gets the hint with a chuckle turning away.
“Boss?” Alexia asks you again.
Chuckling you move behind the bar and grab a small pint glasses as you tell her “I own the place.”
She looks at you and with a low whistle she says “Impressive”
“thank you” you say as you move and pour a glass of another one of your beers. You place it in front of her and say “If our deal still stands this is another one of my favourite beers”
She grabs it and asks “if you brew them all do you have a least favourite?”
You chuckle and say “not really, well just the one I cant figure out right now”
“Can I help?” she asks and takes a sip of the beer with a low moan. “sorry that one is really good” she says with a blush.
You chuckle and say “its cute” and then immediately blush and say “I just cant get what is in my head to translate into the beer. I have this taste I can imagine but I cannot find the right combination of hops and flavours to get it right” you ramble on.
“What’s the flavour?” she asks with a smile.
You blush almost forgetting she was there during your ramble and say “I am sorry you don’t want to hear me nerd out about beer”
She shakes her head and reaches across to grab your hand as she says “I kinda want to know everything you’ll share”
Before you can respond her phone buzzes and she reaches down looking at the screen and then gets up reaching for her wallet. You place your hand on her wallet and say “This one is on the house in exchange for the ramble”
“You know I can afford to pay for my beers” she says.
Immediately you shake your head and say “I know you can La reina, but I do really hope this makes you keep coming back” finishing with a wink.
She blushes at the nickname and leans across the bar and presses a kiss to your cheek as she whispers into your ear “You will make me come back.” She then turns and walks towards the door turning at the door with a wink she disappears.
You continue staring at the door when you hear Sam walk back behind you and say “Nice work boss, I thought you’d lose her with the beer talk”
You chuckle and whip your towel at her say “get back to work.”
**
The following two weeks you see Alexia 3 more times at your bar, always on days the Barca team plays. You looked her up after the last time and know she’s not playing yet but is very close to being back. You both have flirted but nothing else other than the one cheek kiss has happened. You both just keeping things light and flirty. She has slowly worked her way through some of your staple beers.
When the next Barca game happens and she doesn’t show up to the bar that night you have to admit that you were very disappointed. You knew that it was all just a fantasy and flirting but it definitely hurt that she decided you weren’t worth it.
You were deep in the back room tonight still trying to perfect your beer. You kept one small cask in the back room where you used it to experiment with your brews, this time being no different. Your desk back here was covered in notes and you had a white board with formulas and flavours all over it. During the day the back part of the brewery was a hive of activity keeping up with the demand of brewing beers, but at night it was quiet which is when you loved to use the time to work on your own stuff.
Tonight was no different, you were still a bit hurt and disappointed in your self for being hurt about Alexia so thats why you were staying hidden in the back not out front tonight. The staff knew you were here and knew not to bug you when you were back here.
So when you heard the door open you didn’t even look back when you said “Sam I thought I told you not to interrupt me tonight”
You hear the steps falter and someone take a deep breath as they ask “I was just looking for a glass of Aqua”
Immediately you turn and can feel your cheeks blush as you say “Alexia, what are you doing here?”
She still doesn’t come any closer as she says “I wanted to tell you something, and then if you want me to not interrupt you I will go”
You nod at her and lean back against the desk behind you.
She slowly steps towards you and says “I know you know who I am, and you should know then that I have been injured and not playing for awhile?”
You nod and smile saying softly “I do know that”
She keeps slowly stepping closer as she continues “Well that first time I walked in here, was after one of the teams away games. I still wasn’t travelling with the team and I watched them almost lose and knew that I let them down. So I needed some air and went for a walk, I saw the sign on your bar and decided to come in and have some water and then leave.”
“But you didn’t” you tell her softly as she stops in front of you.
“No I didn’t” she says. “for the first time in a very long time I forgot who I was letting down, I was able to just be me Alexia, not me the captain who let her team down. That was because of you, something about you just drew me in and I kept coming back any time we played so I could be that person again.”
You smile softly at her and say “I am glad to help.”
“Last night was my first game back Y/N” She smiles at you.
You smile back and say “I am proud of you Ale”
She steps another step closer so she is right in front of you and grabs your hands softly as she says “The only reason I was able to be back last night and not let the team down was because I kept picturing your voice in my head talking about beer. It helped to ground me and remind me that I am Alexia as well as the captain”
You close the gap even more and move your hand to her cheek as you say “I am glad that you have that then Ale. I am honoured to be able to do that for you”
She steps closer and looks down at your lips looking back up meeting your eyes you nod slightly and lean in slowly. You feel her breathe on your lips when the door slams open again and Sam walks in as she says “Sorry boss, need to change the keg.”
Immediately Alexia has sprung back from you and you both turn slightly away from each other. “It’s okay Sam come in.”
“I should go” Alexia says “I have training early tomorrow”
“You don't have to go” you say at the same time Sam says “did I interrupt?”
“No you didn’t Sam, I was just leaving” Alexia says as she flees the back room.
“sorry boss?” Sam says with a smirk.
“Sam?”
“Yeah boss?”
“how did she get back here?” you ask her.
She shrugs and grabs the keg and says “I may have told her to come back here at her own risk”
“But you still interrupted?” you ask.
She laughs and says “honestly I forgot, and needed a keg badly. I really didn’t think you would been that position though boss”
You blush and move to help her as you say “me either”
**
That moment was burned in your brain, every free moment you had your brain was immediately back in the store room. You watched her sit on the bench in the following champions league game, but you at least now knew why she didn’t come in to the bar on that day. You waited the rest of the week for her to show again, she didn’t.
It was just before bar opening on the day of the second leg of the champions league. You knew that it was home game and you knew that you wouldn’t see her today. You were hoping she would show tomorrow but you can only hope.
You were sat at the bar, with your note book open and three samples of your newest beer in front of you trying to decide which one would be the closest to the taste you want. You hear the door open and turn and to greet who you would think is one of your servers since you aren’t open and instead you are shocked and say “Alexia! I didn’t expect to see you today.”
She is dressed in her pre game outfit when she walks closer to you and says “I needed to see you before I go to play today.”
You look at her with a questioning look and ask “you did?”
She stops right in front of you and says “I cant get you out of my head Y/N”
“You can’t?”
She turns you and spins you towards her on your stool. She steps right in between your legs and says “I keep thinking about kissing you Y/N, and I know I should be able to focus on football, but I just keep thinking about you”
“Thats not good than Ale, what are you going to do?” you ask with a smirk.
She smiles and says “I know what I want to do but I do not have the time for that.”
You chuckle and move your hands to her hips and you ask “want to make a deal?”
Smirking she nods and says “what’s the deal?”
“You go out and with the champions league and you can kiss me as much as you want” you say with a smirk moving your hand to her cheek.
She laughs and holds out her hand between you and asks “Only if I can take you out on a date too?”
“deal” and you put your hand in hers shaking it softly.
“I have to go” she says softly
You nod and whisper “good luck Ale” before turning and grabbing your pen and writing your number down on a piece of paper. You hand it to her with a smirk saying “I hope this will help you focus now”
She smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek saying “I have an objective now I will be fully focused on completing it.” as she backs away slowly.
You chuckle watching her and say “Good luck la reina”
**
The month in between the day the deal was made and the champions league final was a tense one, in the best way possible. Anytime you both texted, which was any free time between her trainings and games and your bar, the flirting was relentless. You only saw her twice in the month but she confessed to you that she couldn’t see you or else she would have to, in her words, “press you against the wall and make you see stars.”
You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off her either but you wanted to hear her voice, which lead to phone calls every single night. No matter how late you were at the bar she would sleepy wake up just to ask you about your day.
The day of the final she called you as she was about to leave in a bit of panic. She needed to hear your voice to remind her that she is Alexia too and not just the captain. All of the media and build up of her return was getting into her head and you knew she just needed to be grounded. You happily helped and reminded her of your deal and you couldn’t wait to taste her.
The bar threw a watch party and it was packed. The mood was sombre at halftime with Barca being down 2-0. You nervously paced waiting for the second half. When it started and Alexia came on at the start of half you couldn’t help but smile.
It was like the team changed with her and when immediately it sparked the team to score 2 quick goals the bar was electric cheering. When the 85th minute rolled around you were nervous, but you knew that once you saw Alexia gather a crappy clearance from the wolfsburg back line this was it. She cut in once around a defender just above the top of the 18 where she lined up and put a screamer in the top left corner.
That was it, they held on and the bar was electric and the party lasted all night. You snuck away to speak to Alexia briefly on the phone, but she couldn’t talk as she was pulled away. You turned the excitement you had and finally got the mixture right on your beer. You immediately had given samples out to have a second opinion and it was a hit.
She inspired you just like you did to her. When the parade for the team was organised and you knew they would be coming out side your bar you kept an eye out. Once it was the time for them to come this way, you pushed your way to the front of the crowd.
When the team came around the corner you hoped that you would be able to catch her. It was like when she came around the corner she could sense you, as she immediately met your eyes and her smile lit up her whole face.
You watched as she turned and almost sprinted to you, when she reached you she had placed her hands on your hips pulling you in. You placed your hand around her neck with a smile as she says “A deal is a deal Y/N”
You nod and say “You won it all Ale, time for my end of the deal” and you lean and press your lips to hers hard. She immediately presses back and you lose yourself in her forgetting about the crowd around you. You just feel the sparks only she has been able to give you.
When the need to breathe comes to much you both pull back and you slowly hear the crowd around you again, where you pull back slightly and whisper “wow.”
She smiles and says “I gotta go finish this thing” with a jerk of her thumb over her shoulder.
Nodding you say “come by after and you can finally taste my favourite beer I just finished”
She smiles wide “you finished it?”
“I did”
“Then I cannot wait, but only if it comes with the finest aqua you have” she says with a smile and you cant help but laugh and press your lips to hers one more time.
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A debt, recurrent.
A sequel to A debt, repaid.
BSD Ogai Mori x fem!reader
NSFW 18+ MDNI
Authors Note: I had previously skirted around the idea of writing something that directly involved Elise, just because her existence is like— one of the major icky points of this character, but I had a request to do like a nanny!reader x mori, and I was like “how can I do this in cannon universe while making it make sense while also making sure it isn’t gross.” And this is what popped out. In this story, it is implied in this that Mori does not actively use Elise in any sexual activities, even though I have no idea if that’s been confirmed or denied in the manga/show. I just prefer the thought that he hasn’t. Makes me sleep better at night. That being said, I still don’t condone any actions associated with this character/the entire Lolita-loving trope, but being able to interact with things that have caused me trauma in the past in a Safe space makes me very horny happy. and I am so uncomfortably horny for this old man.
Word count: 5k
Synopsis: Mori needs to go to a meeting, and needs someone trustworthy to watch Elise. She chose you, much to your displeasure, and you spend the evening catering to her every whim. Mori returns home to find you in a vulnerable state, and who is he to refuse such a gift?
PLEASE READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING! DARK CONTENT WARNING! READ RESPONSIBLY!
CW: technically non-con somnophilia.(sexual actions while one party is asleep) Reader is into it, even though she tries to deny the fact that she is at first. Mori has very dark and possessive thoughts towards reader, reader doesn’t wake up until Mori is actively (p in v) fucking her. Touching, oral (fem receiving) fingering, very little vaginal prep, creampie, dirty talk. Mild aftercare, though it’s implied that he’s not actually done. ELISE IS NOT INVOLVED IN ANY NSFW CONTEXT, AND IS ACTIVELY TAKEN AWAY AND TUCKED INTO HER OWN BED BEFORE MORI DOES ANYTHING TO READER
You flinched at the sound of the door to the lounge swinging open, and very light footsteps accompanied by heavier, slower ones.
You were just trying to have lunch with your coworkers, and you certainly weren’t expecting to interact with the boss today, or his… ability.
”hmm…” the little girl seemed to tap her foot in thought, and you kept your head down, though if you looked up and to the side, you could see her shoes in the corner of your vision. You could see his shoes too, standing directly behind her.
“I want to play with… that one!” She said with a demanding tone that really grated your nerves. It’s not that you disliked children, you just despised spoiled brats, and Elise was notorious for being just so, which was exactly what Mori wanted from her, the sick bastard.
”Are you sure, my dear? That one has a bit of an attitude, I don’t know if she’d make the best playmate for you tonight.”
Your heart sank into your stomach. There were only two women in the lounge today, yourself and another young recruit who was well known for keeping her nose down and following orders without question.
Is it too late to throw yourself out a window? You're only on the fourth floor, it should be fine, right?
“I said I want that one!” The girl, if you can even call her that, stomped her foot with furious impatience. “Did you not tell me I could have whatever I wanted today, Rintaro?”
The boss of the port mafia sighed, the smile reading through his voice— you could hear it in his tone, though you refused to look up, still staring blankly at your sandwich as if you could disappear into it if you tried hard enough.
“Yes, that I did, my darling.”
Mori called your name, making everyone in the lounge snap their gaze to you.
If you weren’t so pissed off, you might’ve felt your cheeks heating up.
You stood, setting your sandwich to the side as you made your way to stand in front of your boss, back straight and eyes forward.
“Yes, boss.”
“Come with me, I have an assignment for you today.”
The entire walk to his office was silent, save for Elise whining about not wanting to see another tailor for another year. The girl seemed adamant about having enough dresses to last the rest of Mori’s life, and even threatened to cut that life short if he pushed her any further.
Could she even do that? Could an ability kill its user? You almost hoped she would actually try it.
When inside Mori’s office, he sat, gesturing for you to take the seat in front of his desk—which was strange, as most of the time his underlings would just stand to receive their orders.
Elise just wandered off, sitting in the corner with her pencils and paper.
“I’m going to be out for the rest of the day, well into the evening, and I need you to entertain Elise for me while I’m gone.”
You knew this was coming, but it still felt like a lead brick was sitting in your stomach.
“Why can’t you take her with you?” You hissed.
“I’m going to neutral ground for a very important meeting, where the usage of abilities will be prohibited.” Mori rested his head on his folded hands, his dark eyes flickering between yours, face unreadable.
“Then why can’t you just send her away?” You said, eyes flitting to the side as you kept your voice low, not wanting her to throw a fit because you were talking shit. “Just… release the ability, or whatever?”
Mori smiled, his head tilting to the side. He reminded you of a venomous snake. Beautiful to look at, dangerous to let close.
“It takes a lot of energy to reform her once she’s gone, you know. I have to be at peak condition in case of emergencies. Why else do you think I keep her around, give her a room on my floor of the building, and take her with me wherever I go?”
Because you’re a fucking pervert.
“Because you’re sick in the head, Rintaro!” Elise voiced your thoughts aloud, chucking a crayon across the room that smacked your boss directly in the side of his head with an audible thwack.
Huh. Maybe the kid wasn’t so bad after all.
He merely smiled, as if he was as happy as he could possibly be.
“So you see, I need someone to watch over her, someone trustworthy, and entertaining.” He said, looking at you from beneath his long lashes. “And she just so happened to choose you.”
“You think I know how to keep a kid occupied? I’m probably the least entertaining person on the fucking planet.” You hissed, white knuckling the arms of the chair.
“I don't know,” he said, voice low and teasing. “I find you very entertaining.”
You certainly felt your face warm that time, and you couldn’t necessarily blame it on anger. You were pissed, sure, but it couldn’t be that hard, could it?
“Fine.” You said, crossing your arms across your chest. “But you owe me.”
He raises a sleek brow at you, as if surprised by your words.
“I owe you?” He said, voice light and airy. Deceptive, poised. Ready to strike. “What makes you say that? Am I not your employer? Do you not take your orders from me, from those above you in rank, little one?”
“Babysitting isn’t in my fuckin’ job description, asshole.” You hissed, somehow not afraid of the consequences. “So you owe me one.”
What, do you think he’ll give you special treatment because you let him fuck you?
Surprisingly, that almost seemed to be the case, as he merely relaxed back into his chair and smiled, his tired eyes roaming your body without a care in the world, as if you weren’t paying attention.
“Very well. If I’m satisfied with Elises care, I’ll owe you one.” He said.
Suddenly, his eyes turned very dark, his smile a tad more menacing. A snake in the grass, showing its colors.
“However, if she is displeased with your performance, I’ll have to implement some kind of corrective action, yes?”
You glanced off to the side, looking at where Elise was sat, scribbling on the paper in front of her like it wronged her somehow.
“Deal.” You said.
How hard can it be?
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Mori must've said something to the staff on his level, because once he left, Elise dragged you to a floor of the base that you’d only ever been to once before, and all the guards simply ignored your presence entirely.
They opened doors for you and the girl, closing them behind you, but otherwise there was no acknowledgment that you might’ve been somewhere you weren’t supposed to be. Completely unlike the last time you snuck in here, having to wait until the guards were switching shifts to sneak in unnoticed.
Elise was bratty, demanding, borderline unbearable. But you squared your shoulders and muscled through, just like you would any other job.
After dragging you around aimlessly for what felt like hours— she wanted a tea party, but you had to follow the dress code to enter, as per her rules. Which means you had to drag her all the way down to your apartment so you could bring that stupid fucking dress you’d bought upstairs, changing into it in one of the many bathrooms lining the halls.
Elise seemed satisfied though, and spent time putting little clips and bows in your hair, lining your wrists with bracelets and your neck with a couple little necklaces.
She requested sweets, and real tea, though you weren’t entirely sure if you brewed it properly, but she didn’t complain, only sipped it from her pink tea set and poured her gigantic teddy bear another cup.
“Do you really have to keep up the act even when he’s gone?” You asked, though you kept your voice small, as not to offend her.
“I am what he desires me to be.” She simply said, eyes closed, prim and proper as she sipped her tea, like a little girl pretending to be a princess.
“Were you always like this?” You asked, cringing a little.
“No.” She said, huffing. “People change, but Rintaro’s always had a few screws loose, so it only makes sense.” Hearing her speak such words in such a tiny little voice almost made you giggle.
”I suppose he’s lucky he has you, or he’d probably be in prison.” You rolled your eyes, then realized what you said, finally laughing a bit. “You know, for things besides being the boss of the port mafia.”
To your surprise, she let out a snort, sitting down her teacup as she giggled a bit.
“I’d like to see him locked up.” She said, “He wouldn’t last a day in there without me!”
That made you snort too, picturing your boss without all the luxuries of his rank was certainly amusing.
Your sick curiosity got the better of you, and you weren’t sure if she would answer, but you really wanted a reason to hate Mori, to get over the strange, twisted feelings that had been brewing in the pit of your stomach, so you tried to ask anyway.
“Has he ever…”
Her eyes thinned, and it didn’t look entirely like anger, but she certainly wasn’t giggling anymore.
“If your ability conjured the perfect knife to cut up strawberries for cake, would you turn around and try to use it to brush your hair?” She asked.
Your brow furrowed, trying to wrap your head around what she was saying.
She rolled her eyes, scoffing at your confusion. “I am a weapon. Whatever form I take is irrelevant to my use. You would want your knife to suit your own personal ideals, would you not?”
She didn’t outright answer the question, but you think you get the point. Considering your strange and mixed feelings towards your boss, it's probably best if the answer to that question remains an inferred ‘no.’
Such complex thoughts coming from such a tiny looking girl kind of made you laugh again though.
“Enough talking!” She suddenly stood up, stomping her foot. “I want to watch a movie!”
It turns out, she didn't want to watch a movie in her own room, or the living room, but instead demanded that you watch the movie with her in Mori’s room, which apparently had the “big big TV.”
The sun was setting, and you were exhausted from following her every whim all afternoon and evening, so instead of getting flustered and trying to convince her the living room was a better idea, you just gave up, stripping off that stupid dress and chunky jewelry and crawling into the bed with her in your shorts and undershirt.
You felt embarrassed crawling into his bed after what you’d done here weeks ago, but the sheets were different, and the blankets smelled fresh, so you could delude yourself into thinking it was an entirely different bed.
She picked Spirited Away, saying she liked the ‘no face guy’, and how hungry he was. She giggled and said that the parents deserved to get turned into gross pigs for being so stupid in the first place, and that might’ve disturbed you if you weren’t so tired.
The last thing you remember is the feeling of Elises head falling on your shoulder, and wondering what you did to get on her good side. She’s a nightmare. She actively terrorizes the other members of the Port mafia just for her own amusement, and she’s just falling asleep on your shoulder? Do abilities even need sleep? But sure enough, her breathing was even, and her eyes were closed.
You smiled, realizing you can’t have done too shitty of a job if she was so relaxed.
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When Mori peeks his head into Elise’s room and doesn’t see her sleeping form in her frilly pink bed, he worries a little.
Not much, maybe mostly for you, in fear that she’d have you strung upside down and dangling from the roof somewhere in some midnight game to amuse her, but he’d told her to behave, so he hoped all was well.
Mori thought that perhaps he should get out of this ridiculous suit and change before he goes looking for Elise, that meeting had been far too stifling, so he at least needs to hang up his jackets and get more comfortable before he can go on any longer.
When he steps into his room, the first thing he notices is that his TV is on, its large screen illuminated with the ending credits of some cartoon, and then he looks into his bed, and his heart stops.
Elise is cuddled up right next to you, snuggled in with your arm wrapping comfortably around her little waist as you both sleep peacefully beneath his luxurious blankets.
The soft part of him wants to coo and take pictures to torment Elise with later. Another darker, more urgent part of him is eyeing you, your tiny, tiny shirt riding up your waist, your hair sprawled out on his pillows, a few stray bow clips still caught within, your arm around such a treasured piece of him— like you valued it just as much as he did.
He eyes that frilly little number you wore for him those few weeks prior, just sprawled out, lying on his floor; and surmises that Elise must have demanded some kind of dress up game, the little tease. She probably did it just to annoy you, not thinking you’d actually have something to suit her criteria.
He rounds to the side of the bed that Elise is on, carefully and slowly prying her from your hold. He very gently takes her down the halls to her own room, tucking her into bed. Any other night, he might have stayed, maybe woken her up to talk with her about her day, tease her a little about how good she must’ve been today, but he had far more pressing things to focus on, like the little one he’d left still sleeping away in his bed.
After all, if you’d done a good enough job that Elise fell asleep comfortably in your arms, then he owed you one, didn’t he?
Keeping his steps light, he made his way back to his bedroom, standing at the side of the bed to observe you once more.
Your brow was soft, face passive and serene, so unlike your waking moments where all you seemed to do was stare ahead with that tortured look on your face— like you hated everything and everyone around you.
How he craved to see you lost in yourself again, falling apart at his touch and untroubled by the burdens of your life. Having that kind of power over you sends his mind reeling, and ever since that last evening in this very room— his fingertips twitched at the mere mention of your name.
The crushing desire to claim, to take and mold you into a perfect little doll, just for him— it was overwhelming.
But he resisted.
After all, it was that fiery spark that drew him to you in the first place. If he were to break you of it completely, that would ruin the entire appeal.
Perhaps just in these private moments then, he’ll train you to let go slowly, but give you enough leash that you may still keep that delicious fight in you.
He saw the way your eyes trailed over him whenever he was in your presence, no doubt remembering the way he pulled you apart and pieced you back together over and over again that night. He knew you hadn’t been going to any of your little friends anymore, your evenings spent alone in your apartment, or so his people tell him. You still wanted him, that much was evident.
So surely you wouldn’t mind if he helped himself? You seemed to be begging for it, placing yourself so sweetly on this silver platter of silk sheets, sweet and ripe for his taking.
He removed his jackets and scarf, setting them on the desk chair before unbuttoning his dress shirt and crawling slowly into the bed behind you.
You stirred slightly, making him pause, but you simply rolled onto your back, hand twitching against his pillow.
“Heavy sleeper?” He whispered, a grin spreading like a wildfire in a dry field. “Or did my little darling just tire you out?”
He lay on his side, still observing you like a hawk, watching for any change of breath or movements that may indicate your return to consciousness.
He allowed himself to indulge a bit, dragging a fingertip up the soft skin of your stomach, raising your little shirt even further until it was tucked underneath your perfect breasts. He swirled the pad of his index finger along the center of your torso, watching the goosebumps raise as he circled around your navel softly.
He dipped lower, toying with the hemline of those itty bitty shorts you were wearing, the spandex clinging to your form deliciously.
He pushed the blankets down just a bit further, below your knees, not wanting the change in temperature to startle you awake if he removed it completely.
He watched your eyebrows twitch ever so slightly as he ran his fingertips along your covered core, just a tease of a touch, simply for his own amusement.
Then he pressed a bit harder, enjoying the little groan you let out.
“Even in your sleep, you’re still so responsive.” He whispered, licking his lips.
He brought his hand up to toy with the hemline of those shorts again, watching your stomach dip at the touch of his fingers slipping beneath.
“I wonder if you’ll let me slip these off, hmm?”
He slowly rose to kneel beside you, hooking his fingers into the sides of the spandex, shimmying them down slightly to gauge your reaction.
You were as still as stone, breaths even and eyes closed, save the occasional twitch of your fingers.
“So good for me,” he mused.
He continued sliding them down your thighs, exposing you fully as he realized— much to his satisfaction— that you wore no panties underneath.
He grinned at the slight glisten to your folds, stopping the pull of your shorts right above your knees to admire the sight for a moment.
Still, you slept, completely unaware and unbothered. He slipped your legs free from the blankets, fairly certain that he could be a little less cautious than before, and pulled your shorts off completely.
He sat your legs back down, a little more spread than before, and kneeled between them to admire you closer. He ran his hands up your delicious thighs, loving the way your skin prickled as he went.
He saw the way your nipples perked beneath your shirt, smirking to himself as he pushed the little scrap of fabric further up your chest, exposing your breasts to him completely.
“A little cold, are we darling?” He whispered, running a finger along one pert nipple.
As much as he desired to toy with your breasts a bit further, he did not know how long this glorious window of uninterrupted play would last, and wanted to enjoy himself to the fullest while he was able.
Pushing your thighs to spread completely for him, he laid down on his stomach to watch up close as he spread your folds, using his thumbs to pull you apart and gaze at the glistening treasure you kept so guarded from him.
He gingerly lapped a firm strike from bottom to top, eyes watching your face for any changes as he savored your taste.
“You taste just as delectable as I remember, little one.” He whispered against your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue and enjoying the sleepy little whines that poured from your throat, still lost in the throes of slumber.
He indulged himself further, licking and suckling along your core and pressing his tongue shallowly into your little hole until you were absolutely dripping for him, his cock twitching at the way you whined softly in your sleep.
He removed his gloves and tossed them aside, gingerly easing an index finger into your waiting hole, your juices easing the slide.
In your sleep, you were so soft, so pliant. Your walls gave a little clench at the intrusion, but he was very amused at how unrestrained you were. He added a second finger, marveling at how easily they slid in, your walls so accommodating, so plush.
“You know, darling,” he whispered, pulling back to kneel up and work his belt open, uncaring of the wetness along his fingers. “Like this, I don’t even think I need to work you open for me.”
Unbuttoning his pants, he finally pulled his aching cock free of its confines, having been neglected from the very beginning in favor of the mental satisfaction of such activities.
“I think you could take me just like this,” he said, stroking himself as he watched your chest rise and fall, unfettered, head resting beautifully on his pillows.
He pulled a spare pillow from the opposite side of the bed, gently pulling up your lower half to place it under your ass, hoisting you up to a proper height.
You squirmed, mumbled a bit as your eyes rolled beneath their lids, your hands twitching and thighs shifting.
He paused for a moment, almost worried you’d wake before he got to the best part, but it really didn’t matter when you woke up, you’d be taking his cock so sweetly for him either way.
After you settled back down, he thumbed over your clit once more, enjoying the way your sex clenched and glistened for him. Stroking himself a moment longer, he finally gave in and leaned forward, rubbing the head of his cock along your folds, reveling in the way your wetness coated him.
With one hand supporting himself in the bed beside your waist, and the other guiding his cock, he finally, finally pushed against your entrance, groaning at the warmth parting so deliciously for him, wrapping him in your hot and pliant embrace.
He was right, your walls graciously sucked him in, still snug, but the lack of preparation didn’t seem to matter. As he pushed further into your welcoming softness, he shifted, placing his hands beside your head to lean down and press open mouth kisses along your neck, sucking marks in plain sight, where everyone could see.
He wanted to own you. He technically did— given his rank compared to yours, but he wanted more. He wanted to consume you entirely.
He didn’t care anymore, in fact, he wanted you to wake now, to wake to the feeling of him inside you, fucking into you like you were his to do with as he pleased.
With a rough snap of his hips and a nibble beneath your ear, he finally pushed in fully, his hips slapping against yours.
You gasped, eyes finally popping open as your head rose from the pillow, a rough moan ripping from your throat as he started a rough and steady pace.
“There she is,” he groaned in your ear. “How nice of you to finally join us.”
Your walls clenched tight around him, your eyes wide as you pressed against his shoulders in a half hearted attempt to push him away.
“B-boss?!” You stuttered, your brow furrowing in confusion, in worry. “What are you— Mori!”
You moaned as he grabbed your thighs, pressing them into your chest as he threw your calves over his shoulders. The motion left your little white socked feet dangling uselessly behind his head as he brutally angled each thrust against your g-spot.
Your hands moved to grip at the loose shirt hanging by his collarbones, fingernails digging in but not hitting his pale skin. He almost wanted to shift positions to remove his shirt, maybe let you rake those blunt nails down his back so he too could wear marks of this moment.
But the way your eyes rolled back and you pushed your head to the side was too good, it was like you were trying to hide from him, hide how much you loved this.
“Where are you trying to run, little darling?” He breathed, a wicked smile ghosting along your cheek as you flinched, biting back moans that made your lips bruise.
“I… why are you—“ you couldn’t form proper words, let alone a sentence, and he shuddered at how far gone you already were, your mind still blurry from your slumber, body reacting to him so beautifully.
“You were so pretty in my bed, laid out for me like a little treat.” He bit at the sensitive flesh of your throat, groaning when you squeezed around him. “I simply am just taking a bite of what’s mine.”
You cried out at that, squirming under him as he felt your walls twitch and tremble, your slick forming a ring around the base of his cock, the filthy, slick sounds making his head spin.
“That’s what you are, isn’t it?” He said, bringing a hand to your face to force you to look up at him, your big doe eyes wide and wet with unshed tears. “That's what you desire to be? Mine?”
You bit your lip, and he could feel you tense, trying to stave off your orgasm, as if he would ever not succeed in making you cum.
“Say it,” he hissed, thumbing your bottom lip from between your teeth. “Tell me what you are, hmm?”
His hips continued to slam into you, and he could feel himself nearing his own limit, but he knew you were right there— right at the precipice.
You were so stubborn, and oh how he loved that about you. How he throbbed when you shook your head, refusing to speak even though you clung so tightly to him, even though he could feel your walls pulsing with the need to release.
“Tell me.” He nearly growled, his pace never faltering despite the burn of his own orgasm being held back. “Who do you belong to?”
You looked like you were going to deny him once more, but he saw that sparkle of need in your eyes, so he wrapped his hand around your throat, applying delicious pressure at the sides, restricting the blood flow to your pretty little head.
He was reminded of how small you were like this. How easy it would be to snap your little neck if you were an adversary. Instead he was delighted when your eyes rolled back once more as he growled down at you.
“Who do you belong to?”
He released his hold, and you gasped as your walls fluttered, your release crashing into you like a train, moaning and babbling up at him in your pleasure.
“Mori! I’m yours! I’m yours— I wanna be yours, I wanna belong to you—!”
He groaned, letting himself go as you continued your babbling, feeling his cock twitch against your still fluttering walls, the pressure of you squeezing him so tightly was almost unbearable.
“That’s it,” he moaned. “Mine, all mine.”
He felt himself tip over the edge and leaned down to bite at your throat again.
“Now take what I give you, take it all.”
You cried out as he spilled into you, his hips finally stuttering with each pulse of his hot cum into your cunt. You gripped him tightly, keening as he panted in your ear.
When he was finally done, you fell back, arms spread wide as you stared lazily up at the ceiling.
“Did you enjoy your evening?” He grinned, pulling his softening cock from your leaking core, enjoying the way a little dollop of his cum oozed at your entrance.
“You’re a fucking asshole.” You groaned, throwing an arm over your face.
He tucked himself back into his pants as he chuckled.
“After all that you still have the energy to be so acrimonious?” He teased, getting up to retrieve a cloth from the en suite.
“You’d be pissed off too if someone woke you up by shoving their cock in you!” You shouted from your place on the bed, clearly spoiled rotten from the last time he fucked you, knowing full well that he intends to clean you up before letting you sleep.
He rolled his eyes to the side as he made his way back to you, waving his hand dismissively to tease you. “I wouldn’t be pissed, per se. Perhaps a bit startled, maybe murderous, maybe indulgent. Depends on how nice the cock is.”
He grinned as he watched you get flustered, tugging your shirt down and crossing your arms over your chest.
“Salacious, depraved, idiot old man.” You grumbled, and he laughed.
“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy yourself, little one?” he leaned down to wipe the sweat and juices between your thighs, and watched with keen eyes as you relaxed, letting his cum pool out of you and onto the waiting cloth.
His spent cock twitched in interest, and he flashed his eyes back to your face, gauging your reactions.
You were red, still indignantly looking at the ceiling as he cleaned you up.
“I’m not saying that, don’t put words in my mouth.” You said, pouting like a spoiled rotten child.
Oh, how he enjoyed you. He was going to soak in every second of your time. He wouldn’t let you run away again and pretend like this wasn’t happening, like you didn’t want him. No, you were stuck this time.
His cock swelled again, watching you grumble and pout.
“You’re right, darling.” He said, pulling away to undo his pants once more, reveling in the way you chewed on your swollen lips, your thighs clenching together. “I have better things I can put in your mouth.”
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"𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒"| 𝐵𝐿𝐿𝒦
📌 ft. Karasu Tabito, Oliver Aiku, Barou Shoei, Eita Otoya
➸ When they realize you're the only woman for them and silly marriage proposals. f!reader, pro players (20+), 20+ characters.
⇦ KARASU TABITO ⇨
He doesn’t know when it started exactly. You came quietly into his life, as a co-worker, friend, then came laughter and looks that he was sure meant something until you asked him out and you two kissed, from that day on he acted like a teenager next to you, heart-shaped eyes. He fell in love more when you defended him, getting into fights, playing football with him, taking care of him like they hadn’t done in a long time. He was totally in love with you and made sure everyone knew, always saying he would marry you and would have children who would be the perfect copy of you two, making you laugh out loud. “If I score three goals in this game, you’ll marry me.”, “That wasn’t a question, was it?”, “No, it wasn’t a question.”, “Three goals and I’ll marry you, handsome.”
⇦ OLIVER AIKU ⇨
This man swore he was bewitched. Nothing and no one could bring old Oliver back. It was you and only you in his life. It started with a kiss at a party and suddenly he couldn’t forget you; He humiliated himself to his friends to get your number and be able to ask you out, choosing a place that hadn’t already taken other women or risked meeting his exes. He didn’t know what was so special about you, but he sighed when he watched you. He blushed when you complimented him. His heart beat so hard that he was afraid you would listen. He keeps fresh in his memory your first date, the outfit you chose, what you ate, what you said and asked, the laugh and kiss that made his knees weak. Oliver didn’t want to hear about another woman anymore, for he had found you and would ask you to marry him; He was sure of this as he watched you picking fruit at the market. “Then you came, love... I just want you and nothing else.”
⇦ BAROU SHOEI ⇨
He knew exactly when he fell in love with you. It was hard to forget the person who treated him like a normal person and didn’t bow down to King Barou. He swore he would bring you to your knees and accept him as sovereign, showing you the power he had over anyone. He would show off to you at games, in interviews, at parties, even on normal days he would come to your house. The tables turned and suddenly the obsession turned into passion; he kissed you so gently, fearing that you would reject him, as if he wasn’t worthy of being with you. He asked for advice from the women in his family, devised the entire plan to make you fall madly in love with him, still aspiring to be recognized as a king. But he realized it wouldn’t be fun to be king, to win the world cup, to have everyone at his feet, if he didn’t have a queen next to him, so he kneeled in front of you in the middle of the field, the cup of the world cup serving as a ring that he didn’t buy. “Woman, you’re on my mind like a damn drug, so be my queen.”
⇦ EITA OTOYA ⇨
He remembered when he fell madly in love with you. All it took was a ‘I’ll kill you if you cheat on me’ and he’s never been as good as he is now. He deleted all the conversations and numbers of women he didn’t like, and published that he was dating you after two months of dating. He already liked you from the time you treated him like another one in your life. He couldn’t help but like women who treated him with contempt. And when he begged you to go out with him and you said you would only go out if it was to date and from dating to marriage, you said ‘I’m better be the woman of your life’, he didn’t hesitate to tell his family that you were the woman of his life. Everyone knows you boss him around and he couldn’t be happier. It was worth giving up the life of a womanizer if it were up to you. Otoya would do anything to make you happy because you made him happy, a better man, so at the end of the game he took you in the middle of the field and the fans of his team held up signs that read ‘will you marry me?’ kneeling next to you with the most beautiful engagement ring you’ve ever seen and making the stadium go wild. “If falling in love is stupid, then God helps the idiot here who wants to marry the woman of his life.”
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Flora, Fauna
Pt 2
When you are first introduced, he doesn't mind your presence
You are a woman in a position of great power, and he respects that
Hence, he and you often talk plenty
He has never witnessed your blood demon art, so he is unsure
Sometimes, with how good you are at singing and with your calming voice, he assumed it was something like that
He happens to stumble upon you one day, devouring a man who had just tried to flirt with you
There you were, the moonlight shining on you, blood staining your lips as you ate, and a pile of demon slayers at your feet, with their crows laying there as well
"Ah, Upper 3! Care to join me in my feeding?"
No one's saying no to free food, and he isn't either
"Akaza, call me Akaza."
You talk as you eat, about your BDA and you find out about his thing with women
He is quite touched when you make an effort to not eat women around him
With how kind and gentle and elegant you are, how could he not fall for you?
However, when Douma decides you are now his biggest target and obsession, he needs to step in
Being Muzan's favorite demon does have perks, and one of them is that he is only sent out on special missions, so he isn't sent out often, which means he gets to spend all of his free time with you
Now that you aren't permitted to leave the castle, he can coddle and cuddle you all he wants
You don't mind his presence, but it seems the other two do
Kokushibo often makes him leave when you are together, and your little beg to let him stay always resonates in his heart
Douma, surprisingly, doesn't want Akaza there either
He won't outright say it, but there are clues that he's trying to make Akaza feel unwanted
He's extra clingy when Akaza is around and often taunts him
Akaza is possessive of you and doesn't like letting you go
He tells you about his adventures os you don't feel lonely, and brings you food and people he hunted to eat
Sometimes he brings them alive, just to watch you use your BDA in action
You enjoy his company and motivate him with just your presence
He is insecure about himself because he feels like there's going to be one day when he can't protect you properly
"Akaza, There you are. Would you like to spend time with me? I prepared tea."
"Are you sure that you don't want me to go out and hunt something for you? You must be hungry?"
"Nonsense."
She wasn't introduced to you
You met her by commenting on the amount of control she exalts and how level-headed she is
She doesn't speak much, and neither do you
She's not exactly possessive, but she's kept a watchful gaze on you
I mean, she controls the Infinity Castle, anywhere you, go, she's there in "spirit"
When you were allowed to leave, you often told her stories of your feedings
She seemed intrigued and so you continue
Your relationship spirals down from there
She plays her biwa for you sometimes and you sing along with her, harmonizing in perfect sync
The other demons would enjoy it, if she didn't keep tossing them around
Because you now aren't allowed to leave, she plays her biwa more and you harmonize more
She often praises your BDA and you praise her, so it's a very healthy relationship
The best relationship you'll get into is with her, so enjoy it while you still can
"It's amazing how you are able to have this much control and still be level-headed and not a prideful fool."
"Thank you."
His clones are so fine, let me tell you 😩
Hantengu was afraid of you the first time he met you
When you showed him your BDA, he cowered in fear
You thought he was weird but you weren't hostile
He enjoyed hearing you sing, and it made him come out of his shell a little more
He stuck around enough to listen to what you had to say and not cower
One time, a demon slayer cut his head off and you saw his two clones
You swear you felt something twitch
They were so handsome
His clones are often with you because he lets them out.
Sekido (Rage) is extremely possessive of you and is surprisingly, extremely clingy
Karaku (Relax) worships the ground you walk on, he praises you a lot and has masochistic tendencies
Please put flowers in his hair, he loves it
Aizetsu (Sorrow) He's just really smart and tells you about the opponents he fought and his analysis of them
You don't even realize how he's slowly drawing you in further
Urami (Resentment) isn't often let out because he would just degrade himself and say how's he jealous of you, and all that other nonsense. He acts kind of like Gyutaro
"Sekido, you have to let me go, I need to go hunt."
"One of the other forms will go get something for you, you have to stay in my arms"
"Karaku, you know that you remind me of a dog in a lot of ways."
"I'm so glad that you acknowledge me as someone loyal. Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?"
"Interestingly, you analyzed him like that, Aizetsu, do tell me more."
He tries his best, okay? Don't leave him because he's a little coward.
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My Everything?
“I only keep her around because she’s beneficial.” Jack chuckled and took a sip of his drink before placing it back down.
“Beneficial how?” Ace asked.
“I mean she cooks and cleans and when I’m craving you know what she’s always right there to give me some.” He chuckled and you heard the sound of hands smacking which meant he gave one the guys a high-five.
“That’s kinda messed up don’t you think? I mean come on Y/N really loves you and you’re out here just basically saying you’re keeping her around for your own needs, isn’t that a bit selfish?” Urban defended you which you were grateful for.
“If you put it that way I mean yeah it’s a bit selfish but I’m planning on breaking up with her before tour starts anyways.” Urban shook his head at Jack.
“What Urban? You can’t say shit.”
“I’m not even saying anything Jack.” Urban was disappointed in Jack. “She just isn’t fulfilling my needs anymore and I’m a guy with many, many needs.” He chuckled.
Unbeknownst to Jack and the guys you were standing outside the door after coming home from shopping with your friend Avery & Ace. It honestly wasn’t your intentions to stop what you were doing and ease drop on their conversation but when you heard your name being brought up you figured it was best to stop and listen right?
You swore you heart felt as if it was going to rip out of your chest any minute now especially as Jack kept talking about you and how he’d be on tour sleeping and seeing many other women that weren’t you.
To say you were feeling disappointed was an understatement. Your head spun as you tried your best to make your way out the front door. You mentally cursed yourself as your vision started to blur due to your tears and the lump that has now formed in your throat wasn’t helping either.
If Jack was planning on breaking up with you before he left for tour you figured you’d spare him the trouble and do it for him. When you finally managed to make it outside you took out your phone and texted him.
Jack 💘
- I overheard you talking to the guys. I’m sorry I couldn’t fulfill your needs within this relationship, I hope you’re able to find better.
Xo, Y/N
With that you went ahead and blocked and removed him from your messages and any other social media site you had him on. You weren’t sure what was going to happen now but you could only pray that better days were ahead.
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It’s been about 3 weeks since you last seen Jack and honestly it’s been the hardest 3 weeks ever even though he spoke wrongly of you, you still missed him and loved him. At times you wondered if he was thinking about you.
You went back home to Atlanta to bury yourself in work you needed to do something to distract your mind from Jack but all work and no play was draining. Which is why your friend Avery suggested you all go to the club later on that night.
“And you’re not wearing jeans you’re wearing something short like your ex said, I wanna see some ass.” You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at Avery.
“I’m not going to a club Avery the only thing at a club is a bunch of desperate guys that just wanna get laid for the night and I’m not that desperate for a good time.” Ace snorted. “You might not be but I most definitely am.” He said.
“Look I just don’t think I’m ready to go out I’m still healing.” You expressed to them you knew they meant well but you felt like it was too soon. Ace frowned and came over to you and rested his hand on your shoulder.
“Y/N, look that man didn’t deserve you he never did and never will he said out his own mouth that he only kept you around because you were beneficial to him when needed, because I’m sure he isn’t sitting around moping for you.” Ace was very brutally honest at times but his speech is exactly what you needed to hear.
“You’re right.” You smiled and took the outfit Avery bought. “It’s time I get dressed up and remember who I am.” Ace and Avery high- fived one another.
“It’s about damn time now come on let’s get ready.” For the first time in awhile you were actually enjoying yourself and you weren’t thinking about Jack but Jack on the other hand was certainly thinking about you.
“I feel fucking horrible she hates me I know it.” Urban rolled his eyes. “Weren’t you the one that said you were going to break up with her anyways? So why are you even worried.” The sarcasm evident in his tone.
“Yeah I did but I didn’t mean it I just I don’t know I fucked up alright.” He ran his hands through his curls. “How about we just go to the club that opened up? I think it’s called Peaches & Creme.” Druski said.
“The last place I wanna be seen at is a club I just want my girl back.” Jack confessed, Urban couldn’t hold in his anger anymore he hated that Jack was actually upset over you leaving him.
“I don’t get it why are you upset? Are you upset because she’s no longer in your life? That she’s no longer available?” Jack was taken back by the anger in Urban’s tone.
“She was my everything Urban.” Urban scoffed. “Your everything?” He stood up. “She wasn’t your everything till she was no longer around and now that she’s gone suddenly she’s your everything?”
Druski stood between the two of them looking left to right while munching on some popcorn.
“Now this shit is interesting.” He said and Clay rolled his eyes before stepping in.
“Look let’s just drop it alright? I came back home for us to have a good time now let’s get ready for tonight.” Urban shook his head. “I’m not going but I hope you all have a good time.” Urban walked past Jack but not before bumping shoulders with him.
Jack sighed and starred at the spot that Urban was once in he knew Urban was right but he was going to prove him wrong, Jack was going to get you back tonight at the club, he seen on Avery’s story that she was going to the club tonight and he prayed that you’d be there as well.
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You were never really one for clubs so when you finally got inside the club you were a bit taken back by how many people managed to fit inside the club, outside it looked very large but in reality it was very, very small.
“Where are we sitting? I’m not standing here all day!” You yelled over the music meanwhile Ace was off with who knows who and Avery well her attention was drawn on some man.
“Uh I don’t know I didn’t really reserve a booth they wanted like 10k for a booth so I said fuck that I’ll just stand all day.” You groaned. “Are you kidding me? I’m supposed to be squished between a bunch of sweaty bodies all night?!?”
Avery raised her hands in defense. “Look just have fun and enjoy yourself now if you don’t mind ima go have a little chat with my friend over here.”
“You’re kidding me.” You watched as Avery made her way over towards her next victim leaving you alone in the middle of the floor. “I gotta get out of here.” You pushed past the sweaty bodies till you finally managed to make it to the bar.
“If you’re gonna sit here you need to order a drink.” The very much irritated bartender said. “What? How much is a drink.” He handed you a menu and your eyes widened at the prices. “$25 for a drink? You’re kidding?”
He looked at you with a straight face. “Well it’s July 1st not April 1st so I’m very much not kidding it’s either you order or get away from my bar.” You mumbled a few not so friendly words under your breath but still ordered a drink.
You sat at the bar watching as Ace flirted with a few men and watched Avery well ruin her chance with a man you smiled softly and shook your head at her as she shrugged her shoulders at you.
“You need to go mingle or something shit stop sitting up here pouting like a baby.” Druski told Jack. “You’re messing up my vibe I need to attract the ladies.”
“I just miss Y/N.” He whined. “Well you need to find a replacement.” Clay scanned the club and noticed a women at the bar. “Look you see her at the bar she’s alone which mean she probably doesn’t have a man now go mingle.” Clay pushed Jack over to the direction that you sat.
If flirting with some random women at the bar was going to help Jack get over you then so be it.
“Here alone?” You froze hearing that familiar Kentucky accent. “Jack?” He immediately froze.
“Y/N? What are you doing here.” He asked. “I’m here with Avery why are you here? Don’t you have a tour to get ready for.” You stated blankly. “Or another women to get ready for.” You mumbled.
“Look I’m so sorry Y/N I didn’t mean anything I said.” He tried apologizing. “Are you? Or do you only want me back because I can clean and cook for you and be available when it’s convenient for you.” You spat back at him.
Jack knew you weren’t going to forgive him easily but without you being around he realized just how much he missed you and loved you. He grabbed your face and forced you to look at him you made eye contact with him for the first time in awhile.
You forgot how memorizing his eyes were and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss his freckled nose.l
“Please baby I’m not asking you to take me back just yet but can you please forgive me so I can show you that I am sorry.”
What he said hurt you the other night but you did miss him and you were open to giving him another chance but this would be his only chance.
“Fine I forgive you and I’m willing to give you another chance but God so help me if you mess this up or I hear you talking about me I’m shredding your Pokémon cards.” You laughed while his eyes widened.
“Please baby anything but my Pokémon cards you know all of those are collectables.” You shook your head at him.
“You’re something else Jack.” He laughed.
“That’s very much true but you know you love me.” He grinned and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “That I do.”
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make it weird - jack hughes
summary: kat's vacation gets gatecrashed by the one guy she cannot stand.
word count: 2,140
note: this is for @torontoflames as part of the summer fic exchange 2k23. i've tried my hand at enemies-to-lovers and i hope you enjoy! @laurenairay and @matthewtkachuk are gems and helped me with this a lot <3
There were few sounds in the world Kat found more infuriating than Jack’s laugh. Intellectually she knew that it was a perfectly fine laugh, nothing unusual or grating about it; that didn’t stop her eyes from rolling back into her skull when it filled the room.
Had he ever done anything specific to warrant such a visceral reaction? Kat honestly couldn’t remember. She was sure there was something at some point that had laid the groundwork for her ever-simmering hatred even if she could no longer recall.
More pressing than his laugh at that exact moment, though, was his presence on the once-in-a-lifetime Greek Island Vacation that Kat had been dreaming about since she was fifteen. It had all been going to plan with no setbacks and no surprises until two weeks out when she heard Jack had purchased flights on a whim.
Still, Kat tried to smile across at Sarah, who was furiously trying to butter her toast before it got too cold and was completely unaware that Kat’s grip on her spoon was leaving indentations in her hand.
“About time you two woke up,” Sarah joked, tilting her head up to meet Nico’s lips before he sat down, leaving Jack to take the empty seat beside Kat.
Sarah knew all about Kat’s dislike of Jack—in fact, she’d forced Nico to be the one to break the news—and it was an open secret at the table, so Kat continued to glare holes in Sarah’s head, getting more intense every time Jack opened his mouth.
When the vacation was organised, Kat hadn’t been bothered by Nico coming along. She liked Nico, she liked that Sarah was dating him, she liked that he’d suggested a very nice resort over their original plans and offered to pay the difference, and even though she knew it would mean she would be spending quite a lot of time on her own it was okay. Going on a day tour organised by the resort was perfect, swimming in the cove by the resort was fantastic and, truthfully, even when Jack was the only one around to play tennis against it was fine.
Because he was on the other side of the court and she could unleash any hatred she had in the form of an overhand shot that landed rapidly and directly at his feet or on the other side of the court and make him dive. Jack took it all in stride, as he so often did, and rolled through each dive like the pro-athlete he was.
His diving got more theatrical when a few young women appeared on the next court.
“Are you for fucking real?” Kat grumbled under her breath as Jack missed the easiest shot she’d sent him all afternoon because he was distracted by one of the women waving at him.
Kat couldn’t shake the annoyance she felt with the flirting because there was no way she and Jack didn’t look like a couple and it was just plain rude for them to be flirting so blatantly.
“Do you want to keep going or are we done?”
“Serve it up, let’s go,” Jack responded, unfazed and seemingly unaware that Kat was being more curt with him than normal.
Kat served it directly at his feet and delighted in the panicked jump he took to get out of the way; she was less delighted by the giggles from his new posse . Really, as much as she didn’t want Jack to be ruining her holiday, the least he could do is pay attention if he was spending time with her.
He held it together long enough to serve it back to Kat in the exact right spot for Kat to lob it back to him rather viciously. The humph that left him as it connected with his stomach was music to her ears and exactly what she needed to be able to leave feeling satisfied.
If Jack noticed that she was leaving the court, he didn’t say a thing.
Kat spent the next day wandering the resort and the island by herself—well, on a resort organised tour. She left before anyone else was awake and arrived back home in time for dinner as a group where nobody questioned her decision to be alone.
It was better than being stuck watching Jack flirt with the gaggle of young women who seemingly followed him everywhere. Including to dinner. He was aware enough, thankfully, to read the looks on her, Sarah and Nico’s faces and understand that his new friend was not welcome.
“If you go on another day trip, can I come?” Jack asked.
“I guess,” Kat said, less reluctant than at the start of dinner. As annoying as she found him and his laugh, he did have a way of wearing her down over every meal; it just never lasted long enough to dissipate completely. “Probably not tomorrow. I’m getting drunk by the pool tonight.”
Jack’s smile was so wide it must have hurt his cheeks when he said, “I could get drunk by the pool.”
They were able to cajole Sarah and Nico into joining them and Kat was grateful for the evening with her best friend and for the distraction from Jack. There wasn’t much swimming done, just some wading into the shallow end between drinks because the staff on duty were sticklers for the no glass in the pool rule.
Sarah talked about the day trips out of the resort, and they agreed that they’d check out the scooter tour through Rhodes both as something different from what they’d both been up to and because they knew that Nico and Jack would undoubtedly do something together that was worth laughing at.
“I’m yours for the rest of the vacation,” Sarah promised. “I know I’ve been the worst friend ever leaving you with Jack.”
“I knew what I was getting into.” Kat was sure that her words were just a little hollow and her smile not entirely convincing because Sarah frowned and then said she was disappearing back to her room for a few minutes but would be right back with a present.
Kat was left with nothing to do but kick her feet under the barstool.
Across the bar she noticed a man sitting by himself and she made a decision—she wasn’t going to be the only person on the trip not getting laid, so she stood up, tried to subtly make her bikini top do something for her tits and walked towards the man with her shoulders back.
She tapped on his shoulder when she reached him, put on her most flirty smile when he turned around, and said, “Hi, I’m Kat. What are you drinking?”
The man’s face went through multiple different facial expressions, none particularly clear but none at all good, and Kat’s confidence shattered into pieces when he laughed so abruptly and so harshly that he immediately started choking.
“Nothing you can afford to buy me, sweetheart, and nothing I’d buy for a girl who got into her mommy’s make up.”
Kat wasn’t entirely sure how she got away, she had no memory of leaving because all she could see in front of her was his face, yet she ended up at the open door of a cubby and hid away in it without hesitation and kicked the door shut behind her.
If she wasn’t willing away the tears in her eyes, she may have been able to appreciate it for the secluded, cozy space that it was and not the stark reminder that she was going to be the only person on her vacation who didn’t have any fun.
The scraping of the door had Kat glaring at the ceiling; none of the details of that were clear either through the tears.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“With you?” she asked, nothing but bite in her voice. “No.”
Footsteps drew closer to her and it was the final straw for a tear to escape—she tried to swiftly wipe it off her cheek before Jack saw. The movement was more than enough to give her away.
“I can go find Sarah but I don’t know if you want to explain and relive that.”
“Explain that I tried to put myself out there and he literally laughed in my face? Probably not.” She inhaled sharply. “Wow, I’m reliving it anyway.”
“I know you don’t like me very much—and don’t lie about it,” he interjected when she opened her mouth to deny. “It’s fine. You don’t have to like me. I just don’t think you should let one guy ruin your trip.”
Kat laughed, so hard that she snorted, at the irony of the one guy who had ruined her trip saying that. Jack preened, thinking he had accomplished something by making her laugh.
“I can handle being rejected,” she said firmly before admitting meekly, “He hit every insecurity I have in like two sentences.”
“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Look, you aren’t exactly my favourite person in the world either but you’re hot and he’s an idiot, so.”
Kat’s mouth opened, and then shut when she couldn’t get any words out. She didn’t even know what words she wanted to say. All she could do was stare up at Jack and try to make sense of what he’d said.
“Don’t make it weird,” he joked as he nudged her thigh with his knee.
Knowing that if she kept looking at him she was certainly going to make it weird, Kat looked out one of the cubby’s windows and briefly caught sight of Sarah returning to poolside with Nico.
“Why did you crash my vacation?” she asked, finally getting to the question she’d been wanting to ask since she heard he’d bought flights.
“Your vacation?” Jack asked incredulously as if it was the first he was hearing about him inviting himself along at all.
“This is a vacation Sarah and I have been thinking about since freshman year,” Kat explained, exasperation growing inside her again as it so often did when Jack was involved. “I barely got over Nico being invited.”
Jack was sure and certain, far less incredulous, and told her, as if he’d had his explanation planned for quite some time, “I crashed your vacation because I knew someone was going to end up being the third wheel. I really kinda thought it’d be Neeks but I was prepared to make you like me if I had to.”
Unable to keep looking away, Kat was taken aback by the soft smile on Jack’s face. She’d never seen him look less than smug and was utterly disarmed by the change. And by the way it made her feel.
“Thank you. For being here. On my vacation and right now.”
“Don’t make it weird,” he said with the same nudge of her thigh as earlier.
He extended his hand to her, saying that they should rejoin Nico and Sarah before they started to worry or ask questions. Kat pretended she didn’t feel the fluttering in her stomach when their hands touched. She also ignored the disappointment she felt when he let go when she was standing.
Instead of walking with her to Sarah and Nico, Jack turned in the direction of the bar. If he were anybody else, Kat might be worried that he was going to find the guy who had rejected her. As little as she actually knew him, it didn’t take much leap in logic to realise he was just going to get them drinks.
Sarah and Nico were sitting at a table closer to the pool than Sarah and Kat had been, a little brown bag on the table in front of them.
“This my present?” Kat asked, reaching out to open the bag slightly. “Oh, yum, baklava.”
She took one of the empty seats and wasted no time tearing open the bag and indulging. Sarah and Nico watched her for a moment, before their eyes shifted back towards the bar, and Kat knew that they’d seen her and Jack leave the cozy cubby together.
“Something you want to share?” Sarah asked, one eyebrow slightly raised.
“Nope,” came Jack’s voice from above Kat’s head, shortly followed by his arm and the drink he was placing in front of Kat.
As the moon rose and the sun disappeared completely from the sky, Kat reluctantly admitted to herself that Jack wasn’t all that bad—even his laugh was contagious more than grating in the aftermath of his comforting moment.
Kat took the opportunity when Sarah and Nico went to get another round of drinks to ask Jack, “Did you mean it? That you think I’m hot?”
A familiar smirk formed on Jack’s face, his hand moving to her bare thigh.
“Don’t make it weird, Kat.”
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What the Diaboys smell like: Sakamaki brother edition
(CW for Laito’s section, mentions of sex/sexual themes and blood for all the brothers)
Shu:
Top notes: clean linen, violin rosin, spruce wood
Bottom notes: blood, old books, cheap body spray
Shu always smells like clean, freshly pressed, linen sheets
Not because he does the laundry, that’s Reiji’s job
He sleeps in his bed for days or even weeks on end if he can get away with it
So he tends to smells a lot like his clean bed sheets because of how often he takes depression naps
While he’s the least active member of the Sakamaki family, he still has hobbies
His is music, specifically the violin 🎻
Now if you’re a musician then you’re familiar with the maintenance required for keeping your instruments in tip top playing shape
Violins need rosin in order to properly “grip” the strings and create the right amount of friction necessary to play music
And if you’ve never smelled rosin before, it’s usually a bit piny
It’s not really that strong of a smell, but given how old he is and that playing the violin is one of the few things he’s willing to do over an over again
The smell is now apart of him
Specifically his hands
Boy do his hands smell like a pine tree 🌲 💀
He also smells a bit like spruce wood
There’s 2 reasons for this
Reason 1 is because violins are typically made of spruce and therefore, smell as such
Now reason 2…
Shu met Edgar when he was just a child and one of the activities he did in his short time with the boy was to help him with his chores
Specifically, he helped Edgar cut fire wood
The area they lived in was very abundant in spruce trees so Shu grew to love this smell
However…after the fire…he began to hate that smell…
But he could never bring himself to purge himself of that smell
Instead, all of his violins from then on were specially crafted with the wood of spruce trees that grew in the area that Edgar and his family used to live in
He even chops the wood himself to give to the violin crafters
It’s his way of remembering his first friend…
On a far less somber note!
Let’s circle back to the fact that he’s a lazy ass!
His personal hygiene is not great
The only reason he does it at all is because Reiji will nag his ears off if he smells even a little bit funky
So he does buy perfume once every 6 months
…I say perfume because he goes to a store that sells both men and women’s fragrances…
This man is so lazy that the moment he sets foot in that store, he reaches for the first box that’s available for purchase…
He doesn’t even look at what he grabs!
He has bought women’s perfume for himself on multiple occasions and no, he’s not gonna return it!
It’s too much work for this mf!
So for the next 6 months he’s just gonna smell like Victor and Rolf Flowerbomb and we all just gotta accept it
He also just naturally smells like old books
Part of it is cuz his mom use to make him study till steam started coming out of his ears
Sometimes he’d even have to study so much that he’d actually just fall asleep at his desk, using the book he was reading as a pillow
For this reason he enjoys sleeping in libraries
They’re quiet and they smell nice
The smell also reminds him of his mother
They may not have always gotten along, but he did love her
So he sleeps in libraries so he can smell a scent that’s similar to his mother’s and have it permeate his being
It’s his way of remembering his mother
Now a smell that never leaves him is that of his victims blood
He’s been alive longer than he cares to remember, so he’s had more than his fair share of “meals”
And he’s not exactly a clean eater…
Sometimes the blood of a sacrificial bride will stain his expensive silk shirts
He doesn’t bother cleaning them right away, so the smell of their blood always lingers for weeks, even months sometimes
But unlike the triplets, he’s able to hide the smell and even has a good excuse as to why the smell is sometimes strong on him
He likes rare steak 🥩
Rare steak is a bit bloody
Literally every time he says that to a human they just laugh and tell him what a messy eater he is
If only they knew just how true that statement was…
Reiji:
Top notes: tea(depends on what he’s feeling that day), old books, expensive cologne
Bottom notes: detergent, mystery chemicals/poisons, blood
Reiji is pinnacle of refined gentleman should be…at least on the surface
All of his clothes are meticulously washed and pressed before the start of a new day(night?)
So he always has the light scent of whatever detergent he used on his clothes
He also buys the most expensive cologne in the human world that peeks his interest
Right now it’s Frederic Malle The Night Eau de Parfum (estimated at around $2,125.50 USD)
Honestly he doesn’t even buy it cuz it smells nice…he just likes flexing on Shu 💀
But it does smell nice and it adds to his “prim and proper gentleman” aesthetic
Something else that adds to this aesthetic is that his natural scent is that of tea and old books
Both stem from the fact that the few times he got his mother’s full, undivided attention…was when they had tea time together…and talked about the books they had read in the past month…
Yes, he was responsible for her death, but it’s something that he deeply regrets even if he won’t admit it to anyone…not even himself
Something else he won’t admit is that this is why he often reads and drinks tea at the same time
It reminds him of the few happy memories he has of his mother, so he unconsciously has his tea while reading to remember his mother and make himself happy
He also subconsciously picks out tea and books he thinks his mother would have enjoyed
The smells then linger on his body, so it’s almost as if his mother is with him as he goes about his day
Now he’s also a brilliant man
He dabbles in chemistry and specializes in creating poisons and drugs that could incapacitate even some of the mightiest of monsters he’s come across
The smell of those chemicals he works with tend to linger
It’s never to a noticeable degree…but humans who linger too close for too long tend to notice that he smells…odd…like chemicals…
It’s simple enough for him to dismiss
He’s part of the school’s chemistry team, obviously he’s gonna smell like chemicals 🙄
So humans tend to take that answer at face value and not give it a second thought
His brothers all know better though…he’s making a new neurotoxin…and they know better than to get close, least they end up his next Guinea pig…
And of course…he’s a vampire…the smell of blood sticks to him like glue…
Unlike his brothers though, the smell of blood is weak on him
He’s not a messy eater like his brothers are
And he also will clean his clothes much sooner than his brothers would
So while he will have the faintest smell of blood on him, he can hide it with a few good spritz of his expensive cologne
Laito:
Top notes: blood, sauvage mens fragrance, fish(in a bad way)
Bottom notes: the perfume of whatever woman he was with last, vanilla, Cordelia’s favorite perfume
Oh boy…this one…
Buckle up…this one’s a doozy…
So let’s start with the fact that he always has a fishy smell to him…
….
Listen, there’s no easy way to say this but this man answers booty calls like it’s his full time job
Did you really think he wasn’t gonna smell like a man whore? Cuz he does
It’s such a prominent smell that he literally can’t lie to anyone about it
If he answered a booty call 15 minutes ago and just quietly walked into a room, everyone knows
He’s not even gonna hide it
He’s proud of himself so he’s not gonna bother coming up with a lie or using fragrances to cover up the smell
But if he does use cologne…
His favorite is Dior Sauvage Parfum
He likes how it smells and he thinks Johnny Depp is a pretty good actor for a human
Also some girls and guys like it so it also helps him score
Why would he not stock up on this fragrance?
Especially when he needs something to help cover up the sex and blood smell
Like the other triplets, the smell of blood is STRONG on him
He’s the only one that gets away with it though
He claims he likes having periods sex with women and the smell just sticks with him
He’s not even lying, that is in fact a kink of his
….but he is lying…
Sorta
While it is possible he a bloody horizontal tango session with a human female earlier, it’s also possible he found time to drain a human of blood sometime before going back to class too
Hell, it might have actually been a female classmate that he banged and killed cuz he was too hungry to wait
But no one can prove it was him cuz he was smart enough to burn the body till not even her ashes remained…
And if he did get his clothes stained, he won’t even bother going back to interacting with humans
Humans shriek too much at the sight of blood and while he does find it entertaining sometimes, he doesn’t wanna deal with humans asking him a million questions over a meal he just had
So if he is clean of blood and he smells heavily of his favorite cologne….he probably just ate…
….for your safety, mind your business and do not ask him questions…
Also if he smells like Bethany’s favorite perfume, no he doesn’t
You can’t prove shit!
You didn’t hear this from me…but he does like nuzzling up to his lates plaything and smelling like them, he’ll even take a article of clothing of theirs sometimes
It’s his weird way of feeling love and giving love back to his prey
He smells like them, they smell like him, romantic right!?
….
He got that idea from Cordelia….
Whenever she and Laito had…playtime…together 🤢 she’d always make sure she smelled like him and he smelled like her…
“That’s what lovers do after all”
Even though she’s dead, he still sprays her favorite perfume on himself….
It’s his way of showing his father, uncle and even his brothers that even if she’s gone…her love permeates his body and only his body…
He does this less and less once he gets a lover who truly loves him
The “Smelling like Cordelia” bit I mean
Cuz now he just wants to smell like his lover! 🥰
He also kinda smells like vanilla
He really like Macaroons
Like he’ll eat 5 boxes in one sitting if left to his own devices
Eating so many leaves him smelling like sweet vanilla
It’s kinda funny tbh
He’s a big scary vampire
But he’s got a bit of a sweet tooth
And it leaves him with the faintest sweetness in his natural scent
Even his own scent is proof that beneath the twistedness he exudes, he’s a bit of a sweetheart
Kanato:
Top notes: sugar, blood, wax polish
Bottom notes: strawberry pound cake body spray from bath & body works, lavender scented detergent, vanilla
So remember how I said Laito was a doozy…
Kanato is on a whole different level….
So of all the Sakamaki brothers
Not even just the triplets…
He violently smells like blood…
So much so that the brothers have to lie and say Kanato has a medical condition where he gets constant nosebleeds and that’s why he often smells like he just arrived from a crime scene
To be fair…
Look at him…
Just…look at him…
He looks anemic…and he’s abnormally small for someone who’s supposed to be 17 years older
So humans will 100% believe it when given that explanation
….UNTIL HE FUCKS UP AND DOES SOMETHING THAT NORMAL HUMANS CANT/WONT DO
For example!
For a guy who’s been labeled as “anemic” by his brothers…he sure does have quite a lot of energy…
He’s so energetic that he punched a classmate in the ribs for calling him a shrimp…
And said ribs broke…
And his hand is fine…and he tries to bite the already injured student….
On the neck….
…..this is why he’s the least “human passing” of his brothers…
That and he smells like a blood bank!
He’s the messiest eater of his brothers and he won’t wash his clothes!
Reiji has to play the waiting game, steal his clothes and then DEEP CLEAN all his clothes!!
You know what else he smells like? Sugar
Like, a metric fuck ton of sugar
I don’t think vampires can get diabetes, but Kanato is definitely limit testing his body
Like he smells so much like sugar it’s almost kinda gross
Especially when the bloody smell mixes with the sugar smell
It’s such a weird dichotomy of smells but that’s what Kanato smells like
Bloody sugar
And wax finish…
…did I mention taxidermy is a very bloody hobby and that he smells like blood yet…?
Cuz it’s true…
He spends hours making new “toys” and he doesn’t always clean himself, his tools or the room he was working in when he’s done…
He does like to wax his human “dolls” when he’s done and the wax smell juat kinda sticks to him but it doesn’t do much to cover up that he smells like the walking embodiment of death sometimes….
Weirdly enough, he does try to cover it up sometimes
Key word here being try…
Cuz he’s not good at it…
One of his favorite human stores is Bath & Body Works
I’m dead serious
Walk past one and you’ll immediately understand why it’s his favorite place to buy personal hygiene products from
His favorite product is their strawberry pound cake body spray
He LOVES how it smells and wants the entirety of his natural scent to just be that smell
Hasn’t worked yet but he’s trying
Reiji also washes Kanato’s clothes with Lavender scented detergent
He heard lavender has calming effects and wanted to use it on him to make him less chaotic
…..
It hasn’t worked yet…but Kanato likes it so he allows Reiji to continue using the lavender detergent
His sweat and saliva also naturally smells like vanilla….
Do with that information what you will 💅
Ayato:
Top notes: blood, sweat, axe body spray
Bottom notes: takoyaki, musky oak wood, bat musk
Ah yes
The youngest triplet
Let’s get this out the way
He smells like blood
MF eats like he doesn’t know what a napkin is 🤦🏻
He at least has the decency to give Reiji his bloody clothes as soon as he can
Ofc Reiji also has to clean his face cuz…ya know…he’s covered in blood…
The triplets are something else sometimes man…
He at least tries to cover up the smell…with Axe body spray…
And if I’m being honest, I think he uses it to cover up the smell of his sweat…not the fresh blood that was on him after drinking his fill…
His priorities are a little scud…don’t mind him…
But yeah, he’s a sweaty guy after playing several games of basketball and he masks it with Axe body spray 🤦🏻
What a dweeb(affectionate)
He also faintly smells of takoyaki 🐙
What can I say, it’s his favorite food
He eats it every time he has the opportunity to do so
So the smell is just apart of him now
Hope you like takoyaki 😌
He also smells a Leta’s like musky oak wood
I’ll get to the musky part in a bit, but there’s quite a bit of oak trees near the lake his mother nearly drowned him in
He hangs out there a lot tbh
He and his brothers use to play around there a lot
In a way he’s hoping the good memories of him and his brothers will overshadow his awful memories of his mother
Hasn’t worked yet but he’s hopeful
Now onto the muskiness
So Ayato has the muskiest/sweatiest smell out of all his brothers
Reiji hypothesizes it’s because he’s the most active out of the 6 of them
And that’s partially true
But it’s also cuz he’s the brother who interacts the most with their familiars
And most of their familiars are bats! 🦇
You ever smell a bat???
They’re musky af!
He mostly hangs around them cuz they’re good listeners
Sometimes he just needs somewhere to vent, ya know?
They’re also great spies
If he takes a great liking towards a sacrificial bride, he’ll send his familiars out and have them report back where they are and what they’re doing at all times
So if he smells an awful lot of bats lately…
It’s because he’s been spying his crush prey
You didn’t hear that from me though 😌
Subaru:
Top notes: roses, silver, Christa’s favorite perfume
Bottom notes: blood, silver polish, sandalwood
We’ve finally made it to the youngest Sakamaki son!
He’s got a surprisingly delicate natural scent
Which is so weird given how he is
He’s also the second most active brother out of the 6 of them
So you’d expect him to smell musky/sweaty right?
Well he doesn’t
Reiji theories that it’s cuz he’s the youngest and therefore has the most amount of stamina out of all of them
So he requires triple the amount of physical activity that Ayato normally does to even start breaking a sweat
And because of that, his natural scent is delicate and sweet
Yes, he smells of blood sometimes
Buts it’s only very prominent after he’s had his fill
The the third cleanest eater of his brothers and he tried to get clean as quickly as possible so the smell of blood doesn’t send him off the rails
The main thing he smells like is roses 🌹
Is that really a surprise to anyone?
Look at how many roses are around the compound
I’d be more surprised if he didn’t smell like roses
It’s so ingrained into his being that I’m positive that even if you were to bathe him in the harshest of chemicals, the rose smell would never leave
He also smells of Christa’s favorite perfume
He has a habit of spraying the key around his neck with her perfume when he’s feeling extra sad and lonely
The smell remains him of the good memories of his childhood…when Christa was able to hold herself together long enough to give Subaru a big hug and tell her she loved him like she meant it
He sometimes brings her new bottles of her favorite perfume when he visits her
She deserves a nice gift every now and then
He also smells of silver and silver polish
He tends to hold onto the knife his mother gave him so hard when he sleeps that the smell of silver is practically burned into his skin now
He also cleans and polishes the knife daily…
His mother gave him that knife in pristine condition..so he will maintain it in good condition…
It’s also hard to deal a killing blow with a dull knife…
So he takes care of it as best he can, just like he promised his mother he would…
He surprisingly smells of sandalwood
There’s quite a lot of sandalwood trees near the manor actually
Quick fun fact about sandalwood!
They not only smell really good, they’re very easy to carve
Subaru actually picked up wood carving at some point in his childhood
He doesn’t do it often but he is quite talented at it!
He tends to mostly carve little statues of animals
His favorite animals to carve are rabbits
He will never willingly say that out loud though
So you didn’t hear it from me 👀
Sometimes he gifts some of his carvings to his mother
Sometimes he leaves carvings in his brothers rooms as surprise gifts when they do something nice for him for once
And if he REALLY likes a sacrificial bride that’s staying with them, they get a wooden rabbit that looks extra cute
If he manages to establish a romantic relationship with them he might actually give them a new carving every month or so cuz cuz he loves them so much
Hopefully they don’t mind him smelling more and more like sandalwood when that becomes his full time hobby 😉
#diabolik lovers#sakamaki brothers#shu sakamaki#reiji sakamaki#laito sakamaki#kanato sakamaki#ayato sakamaki#subaru sakamaki
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The Games We Play - A Sean Wallace/Reader One Shot Story.
I did originally write a similar version of this premise for another fic, but loved it so much I had to rework and revisit the idea again here because it is 100% Sean energy. Enjoy, darlings!
Words - 1,594
Warnings - Smut below the cut and a brief mention of spousal abuse. Minors DNI!
The pleasure of him is biting, like a thousand tiny icicles chased by fire, melting through your blood as his cock rhythmically fills and empties you. His groans are all grit and sin, teeth crushing the delicate skin of your neck, his hand fisted in your hair.
He keeps your head held back as you watch the sight of him fucking you in the large mirror you’re kneeling before, Sean behind you, his free hand leaving a scorching path of heat in its wake as it slips down over your curves, settling to begin stroking your clit in the same slow, rolling tempo his cock glides into you with.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Yes, she likes watching herself getting fucked properly for the first time in years,” he mumbles, kissing your throat, grinning when a sharp snap of his hips leads to your body jolting, your wail filling the room. “Haven’t had a man treat you this well in a while, have you, darling?”
You feel conflicted in answering, something unpleasant tugging at your guts. He chuckles darkly, the pressing of his fingertips against your clit prompting further wails. “You needn’t verbalise. Your body is doing a very good job of answering my question for you.” His chuckle continues, icy blue eyes snapping over to the corner of the room, lifting his chin. “She doesn’t get this wet, or make such beautiful noises for you, does she?”
“Fuck you, Wallace,” your husband spits from his location tied to a chair, seething with rage.
Sean raises his eyebrows. “Fuck me? No, thank you. But I will let your wife do that, when I take her to the bed again, lie down and let her ride me. All while you continue to watch, of course.”
“I will fucking kill you for this!”
He tuts, driving into you a little quicker, trailing kisses from your neck to your shoulder. “No, you won’t. You were warned what would happen, should you decide to fuck with me. I explicitly said I would break you down and take everything you love the most. I took your money, I took your foot soldiers and now here I am, in your bedroom, literally taking your wife. She won’t want you again once I’m done with her. I’d say you could bet money on that, but you have none left.”
“You are pure evil.”
He smirks again, releasing your hair, hand stroking your neck before slipping to cup at your breasts in turn. “I am, but at least I know how to treat a lady. You don’t have a clue. Women, they like to be desired, attended to, made to feel as if they are the centre of your universe. You can’t just lock them within a gilded cage and throw money at them. Well, some you can, but not this one.”
Your husband stares at you so unblinkingly, you’re finally forced to meet his gaze. “When I come for him, I will shoot you, too. Nasty, dirty fucking slut!”
“See,” Sean begins, groaning when you clench around him, whispering the word ‘fuck’ a couple of times, teeth nipping your earlobe. “That is precisely what I mean. It isn’t her fault she finally had a man show her exactly what it is to be desired.” He then returns his attentions back to you, turning your head, kissing you with fiery need. “Everyone knows what he does to you. He makes no secret of it. Come with me and I promise, he shan’t be able to touch you ever again.”
You can’t quite trust whether he truly means it magnanimously, or whether you’re a mere pawn in the game he is playing in dismantling your husband’s empire as he climbs back to the top of the criminal underworld. You want to believe him, though, that he’s going to rescue you from the living hell of being imprisoned within – as he rightly coined it – a gilded cage, by a husband who only cares that you’re a pretty trophy wife, a man who thrives upon knocking you around, and worse, whenever he is drunk or high.
Looking back at the mirror, you see it in his eyes, something earnest through the many layers that make up the complexities of Sean. You feel conflicted, but he makes it okay for you. “Do not decide now, darling. Enjoy yourself first. It’s been a while since you have, hasn’t it?”
“Mmhmm.” You moan, feeling his hand settle to your throat, fingers stroking, the fingertips upon your clit speeding up as his cock begins to pound you with keenness, evoking your cries, making you feel – as he rightly said – desired for the first time in a long, long time. Finally, you let go, let go of the fear, turning your head to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as your tongues roll against one another, the glimmers stirred by his beautifully thick cock streaking through you in a hail of bliss.
The head of his hardness repeatedly ruts against your g spot, a blaze of pleasure burning, the sound his deep groans in your ear fuelling your undoing as he pours it into you, your waves crashing against his shore as you come with a feral wail.
His fingers gentle at your throbbing clit, cock slowing, lips pressing your cheek. “Now, take me back to your bed, and show your husband exactly what he will be missing. Because I think you’re leaving here with me, aren’t you?”
Moving off his cock, you stand, Sean rising to his feet. You reach for him, nails trailing over his neck, making him quiver with lust. “I'm coming with you a few more times first."
He smirks, chuckling deeply. “Oh, that's an absolute given, princess.” He smacks your bum hard before you both move to the bed. He positions himself on his back, making it that you have to face your husband. Of course, he’d do that. He wants him to see it, watch further as you enjoy him, sinking down onto his cock with a soft mewl, leaning forward to kiss him.
He’s so gorgeous, you near lose your mind looking down upon him, the juxtapose of being a very deadly man wrapped up in a package that is nothing short of male perfection. His skin is gorgeous, pale and inviting, freckles trailing over the planes of skin covering the taut muscles beneath.
You glide your hands over his thick arms and shoulders keenly while beginning to bounce upon him, forcing deep groans from his throat, enjoying the sensations of being split so wide around him searing you to your marrow.
“You look so gorgeous while you’re being fucked,” you whisper, able to see your husband glowering from the corner.
Sean grins, hands cupping at your breasts. “And you look absolutely incredible while you’re doing it. You love it, don’t you, spearing yourself on a nice, fat cock, hmm?”
“Fuck, yes I do!” you cry, wailing as he bounces you on it hard, hand gripping your hips, his nails leaving crescents behind. You both put on the kind of show so scorchingly erotic that anyone else watching it couldn’t help but be turned on, but for your husband, your pleasure is his torture.
Watching a man do a better job than he ever has is bound to do that, though. And Sean knew it before he even stepped foot into the room.
He makes you come a couple more times before finally pinning you to the bed and fucking you like a jackhammer, your screams filling the air as he pulses thick ropes of cum within your sore, fluttering walls, collapsing atop you, absolutely done for. Or so you think.
“It takes fifteen minutes to arrive back at my house. I look forward to the next bed I fuck you in being mine.” You smile at him, your heart skipping a beat when he kisses the tip of your nose. “Pack a bag, quickly.”
There truly is little from this life you wish to take with you into the next, a fancy, designer hold all pulled from the wardrobe, your favourite things packed, the rest left there to act as ghosts of the presence of you within the house.
“I suppose it is only fair I untie you,” Sean speaks, redressed in his suit as you arrive at his side, where he’s stood before your husband. “I am not a particularly fair man, though.”
He eyes him dangerously before staring right at you, spitting onto the ground before your feet. “Fucking gold digging, garbage whore. He won’t treat you any better.”
Sean glares at him, a cold stare of menace as he reaches for the waistband of his trousers, drawing a gun. “Yes, I will. And I plan on beginning that right now.” Pulling his finger upon the trigger, the semi-automatic fires a shot straight between his eyes, your husband slumping, blood trickling from the hole blown in his skull.
“Nobody calls you a whore on my watch.” He slips the gun back into the back of his trousers, reaching to lift your chin and place a soft kiss upon your lips. “I will never lie to you, darling. I am not a good man, but I will be good to you. You’ll see.”
He takes your hand, leading you from your former home, from the life of being on the arm of one gangster into another. You do see, though, as the weeks and months pass, that Sean truly wasn’t lying. He isn’t good, but by god, he’s good to you.
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I’m going to voice my opinions on G1 Elita One here for a reader asked me this on ao3 at my fic Heroic Nonsense. I want to keep a record here as well for my future references and maybe find someone with similar ideas. So I still decided to use tags for content classification. Anyone who might feel irritated about me deconstructing this character may leave. But if you resonate with me or are interested in my analysis feel free to discuss.
I guess my view on G1 Elita One is basically negative, both in terms of her characterization and her representation of women.
If we genuinely talk about characterization, I think G1 Elita One is a very one-dimensional and uninteresting character. Because: 1) She doesn’t have a consistent personality or motivation of doing things. Of course you can say that her motivation is to save her boyfriend and lead the “femme bots”, but these don’t look natural, with the lack of a background story. She looks like a puppet squeezed into the show to be the protagonist’s girlfriend.
2) Also about her role. I feel that Hasbro made Elita One a shadow of Optimus Prime, giving her exactly the same position and constantly stressing her importance, when actually she contributes zero to the overall plot development. The “femme bot squad” in the show is an awkward duplicate of the male team, with every femme bot assigned to the male bot at the same position as their girlfriend/love interest(Elita One—Optimus Prime-leader, Chromia— Ironhide-second in command). I do not know the reason why “femme bots” in the play need to fight alone, and I do not know why Elita One is the leader except the fact that she is Optimus’s girlfriend. So what is the play implying by making such a character? Honestly I think this is even worse than having no female characters in the play.
3)Her plot is totally predictable. It’s a classic Hollywood hero-saves-damsel in distress story. From the moment when Alpha Trion asked her to go on a mission on her own (for what? Why? Till today I still think Alpha Trion is doing this simply because he is an avatar of the playwright) I know she will be caught and rescued by Optimus Prime. Such stories are easily guessed and easily forgotten.
If we talk about gender representation, I have to say Elita One hardly represents any pioneering thoughts of feminism or gender equality. To begin with, I want to clarify that feminism/gender equality aims to question and overthrow patriarchy system, which includes breaking the gender stereotypes and challenging fixed gender roles, heteronormative relationships included. Unfortunately Elita One just repeated/ reinforced the stereotypes/ the fixed model of heterosexuality. She is in bright pink, an assigned color to represent females. She is abruptly introduced as Optimus’s girlfriend, without any background information (how they fell in love, why Optimus chose to have a relationship with her in particular, without the biological need to reproduce, what kind of person she is before she met Optimus). It feels like the playwright cannot bear an action hero not being able to “win over” some pretty chicks. She is made/resurrected by Optimus’s parts, which is just like Adam and Eve and confirms her position as “the second sex”. All of her plots are rigid and boring and she lives like a duplicate, or a moon revolving around Optimus. What’s worse, in her very short debut she is still portrayed as “sweet, understanding, and loves her boyfriend so much that she becomes irrational when he is in danger”, the most typical stereotype of a hero’s wife under male gaze.
Judged from my analysis, I think she is basically a functional character. This means she is created to fulfill a purpose in another character’s characterization, rather than existing on her own. In particular, the purpose of her creation is to add a girlfriend to Optimus Prime, so that he fulfills some people’s fantasy of a “normal” male action hero. With this function as the very beginning of her characterization, the playwright will not be able to make her a round character, or give her any believable motivations. Nor does the playwright actually care.
Now that I think about it, this kind of character may work for some people, because they genuinely believe it is necessary for heroes to be paired up with an opposite sex, or like to imagine themselves as “the lucky chosen girl” through this character (this might be harsh). But I just want to say, it doesn’t work for me. In years of reading and using feminist criticism, it has become harder and harder for me not to be picky about characters, or not to be sensitive about gender issues in any show. Repulsion is not the only way I feel about her. She is my least favorite character.
#transformers#writing#tf g1#maccadam#elita one#optimus prime#character analysis#transformers femmes#feminism#discourse#my thoughts#deconstruction#gender equality#women’s representation
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Why BUB actually fits into OOO's catalogue
Bump Up Business has been criticised for many things, and don’t get me wrong, it’s far from perfect, but there is one question I have heard a lot: “Why did OnlyOneOf of all people choose to do this? Doesn’t this show play exactly into the thing we have been defending them of?”
My own answer to this is yes and no. But let me explain.
In this I will not be discussing what the writers had in mind, because I don’t know them. But I’ll talk about why I think it makes sense OnlyOneOf would tell this kind of story, whether they actually had any say in choosing this drama or not.
The main argument for most peoples' criticism I’ve seen is “This show is about/glorifying queerbaiting.” But is it really? Both of the characters are already queer. Jihoon has dated at least one man and is very aware of his own sexuality. Eden is quickly established as being very insecure in his own sexuality, not because he’s straight, but because he’s queer and finds that hard to accept. So the show is about queer characters.
Okay, so how does the queerbaiting fall into this? Obviously there is queerbaiting present. Their company practically forces them to do it. Eden is very reluctant, but agrees after the company gives him an ultimatum. Jihoon is less reluctant, but also in a tight spot. He has fallen off and this is seemingly his last chance to save his career, something he wouldn’t give up even for the man he loved. So the characters take no pleasure in the queerbaiting, but is it a problem to them? Yes, actually. It is made clear that they have trouble telling apart what is real feelings and what’s just work. In episode 4 for example Jihoon asks Eden if he is struggling with their concept after Eden revealed how insecure he is in his sexuality. The question comes from a place of caring and honesty. Eden then answers that he is okay because it’s "just work". Since emotions and their hidden identities are now part of their work it gets all muddled and confusing for them.
You might say now “But that’s not the problem with queerbaiting! They’re leading their fans on!” And from a fan’s perspective I agree. They are leading them on. But this isn’t about fans, this show is about idols. What would it be like for a queer idol to work in an industry where you are urged to act queer but to never be queer? How would that affect your personal life?
In the drama the queer characters hide their identity. Even after Hyunbin spread these awful rumours about Jihoon, they don’t reveal their relationship. Evidently having rumours about being with women is still better than revealing that you’re gay. The entire time they keep any real relationships under wraps.
On top of that, in a way Eden has to out himself for his job. Even though he of course isn’t allowed to be actually queer, acting this lovey-dovey with another man in public sure must feel like he’s coming out and he is clearly uncomfortable with that. Interviewers and netizens are constantly questioning their relationship as well. Are they gay? Are they straight? Do they naturally act that way? Is the company forcing them? Having all your actions be scrutinised and dissected like this, especially as a closeted queer person is terrifying.
Once again I’m not claiming that the writers wanted to represent queer idols’ struggles, but I think you can understand how this might be able to be read that way, especially by idols themselves.
Now how does this fit in with OnlyOneOf’s usual work, besides the obvious queer element? For that I’d like to remind you of June 2022. That is the month we started off the undergrOund idOl project. If you’re like me, then that name probably made you question it. What does it mean? I remember theories about it being about struggling as a relatively unknown group and things along those lines. Luckily they gave us hints in several articles by letting us know that the series is about “the inner side of idols who shine on stage”. Okay, cool! So is it about struggles with fame? Like a glimpse behind the mask? Let’s look at the videos! Hm… Not much about idol life here actually… They’re all just.. queer? How curious. Almost as if they want to highlight the queerness so many idols or celebrities have to hide?
So OnlyOneOf, a group whose behaviours and sexualities are constantly being dissected and who is famous for telling and highlighting genuine queer stories, even connecting those stories to what idols have to hide, choose a drama that is about queer idols who have to navigate their queerness in an industry that demands “fake queerness” but has no room for real queer people. This doesn’t actually seem that surprising to me. Does it to you?
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I don’t think that BUB is a critical masterpiece tastefully portraying the harsh reality of queer celebrities. I think that the producers and writers did not do a good job and that OnlyOneOf’s own work is a lot better. But I can absolutely see how this story fits into the larger picture and why this could be appealing to them. I don’t know if they even had any say in doing the drama to begin with. But I just wanted to provide a different point of view. Maybe someone found this interesting at least <3
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i guess in the end the thing about katya, to me, is like - there's this kind of obvious straightforward reading of her, right, a cautionary tale about the girl who wanted too much and lost everything, who played her hand too soon and was left holding nothing, all alone. you can read her isolation at the end as a parallel to goncharov's, an expression of the film's warning about what it really means to keep your enemies closer than your friends, and one that lands less satisfyingly than his does because while his storyline feels so deeply engaged with exploring what it means to be a man in this psychologically toxic and physically dangerous subculture of masculinity, hers reads more like a punishment reminiscent of so many sexist stories about ice queens who get their comeuppance. and, like, i get it, especially considering that god knows matteo JWHJ0715's track record on women is uhhhhhhhh.... not great. (has anyone seen hounds in the summer? that movie is like an incredible time capsule of exactly what the fuck susan faludi was talking about in backlash, like pure male neuroses served with an olive. diane keaton is sooooo hot in it though)
something does feel different to me about katya, though. and like yeah part of it is that i'm being generous because i do against all odds (and even with the fucking dinner scene) like this movie. but like - i just have such a hard time believing we're meant to view her as in any way a villain, when she's literally the ONLY person in the entire film who comes close to articulating what the movie is actually about at its core. all of the characters (except maybe poor sofia) have defined themselves around this core lack, this hole inside them where learning to be a person who really sees other people should have gone, this emptiness protected by barbed wire that keeps them trapped. katya's the same, except she's the only one who knows there's something missing. she knows there's something wrong - in her, with gorchanov, in their nightmare world - and like, yeah, she can't articulate it, much less start to imagine a better way, but like, how could she? she's never been given a model for an alternative - she's never even been able to look at how other people might live. (we don't get much about her backstory, but i think the mix of disdain and real sorrow in her voice when she says "that pig" about her father speaks volumes.)
and then it's like, the clock motif, right, this is textbook noir shit barely remix: the hands of fate, the slipping sands. it's always already too late because time is always already running out. (this is like, half of what andrey's entire Deal is imo.) you can't escape destiny; you can't even take the brief respite of forgetting it's there, waiting for you, dragging you down like gravity. but somehow, in this movie that circles back on itself so compulsively it feels at times almost like a song cycling through refrains, in a movie that's about how impossible it is to leave once you've committed to a version of yourself that needs to stay in order to retain coherence - somehow, katya gets out. messily, blusteringly, tragically even. half by accident. with blood on her hands and an ocean of regret that will never wash it out. (i know the bathroom scene is not a lady macbeth reference but... in my heart it is. lmao. katya would totally ask the spirits to unsex her.) but she gets out. and there is ultimately something to me there - the idea that the way out is by knowing you need to get out. that you don't need to know what the road ahead looks like to take the next step forward. that it is a step forward, even if it's not what you wanted or not what you thought. even if you wouldn't have taken it, if you'd known what was coming. but you did, and now you have to live with it, but maybe the important part is that you lived. you're alive, to take another step, and then another.
i keep thinking of that shot of her at the window somewhere late in the movie but not yet near the end, after everything's been set in motion: just katya, watching the city pedestrians below her through the blinds (speaking of classic noir shit). we don't know what she's thinking there, if she's scared or excited, if she's already doubting herself or if she's still sure she can pull this off the way she planned. we're not even in the room with her. she's so isolated in that shot - from the people she knows, from the citizens below, from the viewer watching on the other side of the blinds. but she doesn't look unhappy. she looks calm - almost at peace, if that can be said to apply to anyone in this movie. and, like, obviously she won't be for much longer; things are about to start crumbling, and it's going to hurt. but i like to think that moment of katya watching, waiting, alone and unafraid, suggests that maybe there's a version of herself she can come back to, or forge anew, on the other side of all this. she'll lick her wounds and wonder about what she did wrong, but she'll also pick up the pieces and take another step forward. and like - i just don't think that we have to read that as cold. i think we can just read it as surviving.
#goncharov#again sorry for this i simply CANNOT refuse a bit it's like. a core part of my psychology this is my catnip
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Whumptober day 19
rated: t | wc: 1113 | prompt: Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”
Steve gets sick of the kids constantly insulting his intelligence
The words were starting to really drain Steve. It was making him want to pull away, to isolate himself. To avoid the people he thought cared about him.
The thing is, he knew he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. He'd never claimed to be a genius, to have anything on Dustin, or Robin, or Nancy when it came to intelligence, especially book smarts. His grades were never great, he passed and kept his grades at a level that allowed him to keep his place on the sports teams, but anything above a C on a report card was almost unheard of in any class other than PE. Then the whole college issue was a whole other beast, but he felt he should be allowed some grace there considering he'd been recovering from a severe concussion through the back half of his senior year. It took two weeks for him to return to school, and then was only attending for half days until winter break started.
But he wasn't stupid either. He'd managed to graduate on time despite the concussion in the last few months, only failing one class in the four years he was in high school, that being freshman Spanish. His memory when it came to something that interested him was second to none, able to recall baseball and basketball facts and statistics in an instant. He was good in the kitchen, able to remember recipes, and come up with new ones on the fly, always knowing what would work together, even being able to recreate recipes from something he'd eaten. His experience in first aid could probably rival that of an EMR, maybe even that of an EMT. He'd even taught himself how to fix things, he could do most of the repairs in the house that didn't involve electrics, and rarely needed anyone else to look at his car.
But it wasn't anything the kids were interested in, so they considered him stupid. They would throw jabs at Steve's intelligence because he'd failed to get into college, but then turn around and fawn over how smart Eddie was, him getting held back twice not mattering because he read Tolkein and played DnD. All of them execpt Lucas calling him a dumb jock any time he referenced a sports statistic or used a sports metaphor. He was half convinced they only called him dumb about that because they were projecting over not fully understanding what he was talking about. They acted like cooking wasn't a real skill, that he didn't have to do anything other than shove something in the oven and then put it on the table once it was done. Sometimes the boys, especially Mike, acted like it was women's work to be cooking, and that it was somehow demeaning to their masculinity to see Steve so at home in the kitchen. Any of his other skills were just treated as a given, as if they were something that everyone knew, even though the majority of the party wouldn't know where to start with treating even the most minor of injuries, or how to fix a leaky faucet, or how to troubleshoot what was making that noise in a car. Hell, he didn't think some of them would be able to change a light bulb or a tire even with direct step-by-step instruction.
It all exploded one day, the kids talking over each other about something Steve couldn't quite follow. Between the speed they were talking, how their voices blended together into an indistinguishable mumble and the topic just being something DnD related that Steve really wasn't interested in, it made it impossible for him to understand what they were talking about.
Lucas asked Steve's opinion on something as Dustin and Mike were starting to get heated in their disagreement. Steve asked for clarification, as he'd lost track of what, exactly, they were arguing about.
"Come on, this is why we don't ask Steve anything important. You know he's too dumb to understand." Mike sneered.
"You guys know that I'm not as stupid as you seem to think I am, right?" Steve snapped, sick and tired of the way the kids would talk down to him, as if they perceived him as lesser.
"Sure you're not, Steve." Dustin replied, his tone condescending, as if he was speaking to a child much younger than him rather than a grown adult four years his senior.
"Just because I'm not some child prodigy genius doesn't make me stupid. I graduated on time with a head injury that made class really fucking difficult." Steve tried to keep his voice under control, but it was hard to keep his volume at a reasonable level.
"Anyone can graduate on time, it doesn't make them smart." Dustin said, still talking like he was explaining it to someone who had difficulty understanding anything.
"Munson didn't." Steve spat out. "And somehow you dipshits believe he's the smartest guy alive at times. He got held back twice, but apparently he's a genius because he plays that game you do."
"He's just smart in a different way."
"And I can't be?" Steve asked, his tone getting harsh. "Who figured out that the Russians were broadcasting their message from Starcourt? Or how about some stuff you guys don't understand? How do you put someone who's unconscious into the recovery position? How do you change the oil or a spark plug in a car? What is the correct way to prepare meat so there is no cross contamination?"
"Yeah, but none of that stuff is actually important." Mike replied.
"So you're telling me that DnD is more important than knowing how to take care of someone in a medical emergency? Or fixing a car? Or making sure you don't give someone food poisoning? I'm not stupid. But I know you guys will never see me as anything but stupid. As the dumb jock." Steve pinched at the bridge of his nose, trying to hold back his emotion. Not wanting to let it show how much it affected him.
"Steve, it's not like that. We didn't mean-" Dustin started, but Steve cut him off.
"No, it is like that. You genuinely think I'm stupid. Maybe I am. If I'm so stupid, I must be too dumb to be able to keep driving you everywhere, or to keep hosting your game whenever you want to use my house. But I guess you little geniuses are smart enough to figure that out." Steve turned and left the room. The kids could find their own way home, he was done letting them take advantage of his generosity when they wouldn't give him any respect.
#whumptober2023#no.19#“I'm not as stupid as you think I am.”#stranger things#fic#steve harrington#steve harrington whump#dustin henderson#mike wheeler#lucas sinclair#atimeofyourwrites
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