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miguel-ohara-lover · 8 months

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Hi, I'm new here, don't know if you're still doing requests. If you are can you please write Miguel x fem reader with mirror shenanigans?? Like Miguel makes her watch him fingering her and makes her watch as he pounds into her. Make them really desperate too, this man has me feral

Ofc ofc I can. I make posts whenever requests are open or closed and I put it in my bio so that’s how you’ll know for the future <3

Miguel x f!reader - Mirror

CW: NSFW, mirror sex, fingering, praise, p in v sex, sex with no plot, sprinkle of after care

You shivered, feeling Miguel’s warm hands carress down your sides. “I can barely resist you , Cariño…” He whispered in your ear, voice dropped to a low growl as you felt a hard bulge poke against your bare ass. He had you standing here completely exposed in front of your full length mirror. He loved seeing your face in the reflection, seeing your blush and how embarrassed you looked.

Miguel brought his hands back up and massaged your breasts gently, enjoying the little noises you made. A hand stayed groping your soft flesh while the other traveled down. He slid to fingers between your slick folds, earning a gasp as they brushed against your clit.

“Mmm… So wet already. You’re loving this aren’t you?” He teased you as he rubbed circles on your swollen bundle of nerves. You moaned and leaned your head back against his shoulder. He hummed in satisfaction as his fingers made their way to your tight hole. He smirked a little as he spread your pussy lips and made you look at the mirror. “See how wet and desperate you are darling? It’s beautiful.” He placed a gentle kiss to your neck.

“Miguel please…” You whined. He couldn’t help but chuckle at that. You gasped as you felt his fingers slide into you, moaning as they stretched your tight cunt. He made you watch as they disappeared inside you, re-emerging before going back in over and over. He loved seeing your expressions, so needy and desperate, and oh so embarrassed to see yourself crumble.

Your back arched as he continued to finger you, rubbing the pads of his fingers against your g-spot. His thumb continued to run circles on your clit as he made you fall apart in his arms. You’re unable to look away from your reflection as he brings you closer to your release.

Feeling the familiar warmth in your gut, your hand goes to his wrist to try and speed up his movements. But he’s stronger and keeps this agonizing pace despite your protests, fingers moving in and out slowly, thumb circling at the same rate. You could hold it anymore, every touch sent sparks through your body.

You let out moan as you spilled on his fingers, his pace quickening slightly as you ride out your orgasm. Your face is red with blush as you see yourself come undone just from his hand. He whispers sweet praises in your ear as he pulls his fingers out.

He puts his fingers in his mouth, tasting your slick as you watch in the reflection of the mirror. You panted a little and closed your eyes for a moment, only to feel his length suddenly slide between your folds. You gasp and your eyes snap open as you look at the mirror, seeing him slowly rock his hips as his cock is coated in your juices.

You moan as he rubs against your overstimulated pussy, the tip of his cock teasing your hole as it clenched around nothing. “Hm… Already needing to be filled again?” He teases as he slowly pushes into you, urging you to bend over so he has better access. You moan as he enters you, feeling every inch go in.

He lets you adjust before he starts thrusting, slowly in and out while watching your sweet face in the mirror. Your moans were music to his ears as he picked up his speed, making you louder. You tried to quiet yourself, tried putting a hand over your mouth. He didn’t like that. He gave your ass a quick spank before he moved your hand.

“I wanna hear you, amor. Wanna hear your moans and cries as I fuck you.” Miguel growled in your ear as his pace quickened. Soon he was pounding you, the force making your breasts bounce. He loved the sight so much, seeing you so helpless and bent over so cute on his cock. It drove him mad.

He couldn’t hold back as he ravaged your pussy, the speed of his thrusts almost inhuman. His hands moved to your hips, holding tight as he pumped his cock into you over and over, bringing you both closer to the edge.

You moaned and cried as he mercilessly pounded your cunt. A familiar knot started to form in your gut, a thin layer of sweat over the both of you. You could feel the release coming. His hand moved to your pussy, and just a few touches to your clit was enough to send you over the edge.

You let out a loud cry as another orgasm ripped through you, tightening around his cock as you gripped his arm. Your nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t care. He groaned and his hips stuttered a bit as he spilled inside you. You gasp and moan as you feel his warm sticky fluid fill you, his thrusts never stopping. He kept a slow and steady pace as you two ride out your orgasms, occasionally letting out a grunt or groan when he felt your pussy clench, milking the cum from his dick.

Miguel slowly pulled out once your orgasms finished, placing gentle kisses to your burning skin. He scooped you up and brought you to the bathroom, preparing a nice warm bath to help you both relax.

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alwaysbethewest · 9 months

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Triple Frontier fic: Put Yourself in My Place

It's a fishben body swap fic 🤷‍♀️ This is for the @pedrostories 1000 follower celebration 🥳 I was browsing the prompts last week and felt a little overwhelmed by how many great options there were, but when I saw body swap listed in the tropes I knew that was what I had to choose. I also worked in two of the dialogue prompts but I don't want to spoil which ones.

Title: Put Yourself in My Place Pairing: Frankie Morales/Benny Miller Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3.1k Content/warnings: Friends to lovers, body swap, big dick Frankie, oral sex, anal sex (the sex is while body swapped, just to be clear), mysterious magical objects, Pope gets threatened with bodily harm, brief cameos by Frankie's ex-wife and daughter, food, just absolute nonsense. Unbetaed (please let me know if you spot any typos!) I had a lot of fun writing this, lol, so I hope it will be a fun read.

The phone buzzing on the nightstand awakens Frankie. Groggily, he grabs it and checks the caller ID.

It’s a glitch. His own image fills the screen, an old picture of him with the baby sitting on his shoulders, matching sunglasses and baseball caps atop their heads. She’s grabbing his hat, twisting the brim so it’s nearly covering one eye, and he’s trying to keep a straight face for the camera as Benny gets the shot.

In his half-asleep state he’s so distracted by the picture that the call times out, only to start up again vibrating in his hand. This time he notices the caller’s name: 🐠Fish👨🏻‍🦱. Someone’s fucking with him.

He hits answer.

“Very funny,” he mumbles into the phone. His voice sounds strange in his own ears and he clears his throat.

“Dude,” the caller says, urgent. The voice is familiar but he can’t place it. “This is fucked. Up.”

“Who is this?” Frankie asks. He still sounds off and he’s got a bad feeling brewing down in his gut, well-honed instincts starting to scream for attention as he blinks fully awake. Something isn’t right.

The walls are the wrong color. Sunlight is filtering in from the right instead of the left. There’s a poster of Georges St-Pierre hanging nearby.

He’s in Benny’s room. In his bed.

Had he blacked out last night? He could swear he’d gone to bed in his own house.

“Dude,” the man on the phone says again. The voice almost sounds like— “It’s me.”

—himself.

Frankie closes his eyes. He’s starting to feel a little lightheaded.

“I don’t understand.”

“Francisco,” the voice says, “Go look in the mirror.”

Dumbly, Frankie stands and steps in front of the full-length mirror mounted on the wall by the closet. He looks at his reflection—and finds Benny’s shocked blue eyes staring back at him.

“I’m you,” Benny tells him, in Frankie’s own voice. “And you’re me.”

“What the fuck,” Frankie breathes. There’s a moment of silence between them as he tries to absorb the vision of himself standing here in someone else’s body.

“You know whose fault this is,” Benny starts.

Frankie blinks, curling Ben’s long fingers into a fist. He thinks about it, just for a second.

“Pope,” he says. There’s a sigh on the other end of the line.

“Fucking Pope,” Benny agrees.

Benny-in-Frankie’s-body drives Frankie’s car over to his own apartment, where Frankie has the bizarre experience of opening the door to find himself standing in front of him. After a brief discussion in which Benny insists he probably could fly a helicopter, no problem, Frankie puts his foot down and hovers over his shoulder as Benny calls him in sick to work.

Then they get Santiago on a video call. He’s sitting at his kitchen table and he answers them casually through a crunchy bite of cereal. “Hey, fellas. What’s happening?”

“You’re an asshole,” Benny tells him flatly. Pope raises an eyebrow and takes another bite of cornflakes, waiting for elaboration.

“I told you there was something hinky about that shit you had us moving yesterday,” Frankie says, “and you swore up and down everything was fine.”

Pope tilts his head, confused. “I thought it was just Fish who was complaining about it. You didn’t say anything.”

“Exactly,” they say in unison.

“It was Fish,” Benny says.

“Me,” Frankie continues, pointing to himself. He gestures between them. “We woke up… like this.”

“I think I’m missing something, boys,” Pope says. He sets down his spoon and picks up a mug from the table.

“We fucking swapped bodies,” Benny exclaims, and the whole thing is almost—almost—worth it to watch Santiago choke and splutter on his mouthful of coffee.

“Okay,” he says, still coughing but mostly recovered. His eyes shift uneasily. “Okay, uh. Okay. I need to make a phone call. Do you… do you remember anything you… touched?”

They’re both silent for a beat, staring at him like he’s stupid.

“We touched everything,” Frankie says finally. “That’s the point of moving shit from point A to point B.”

“Right. Okay. Right.” Pope lets out a nervous laugh. “It’s probably—I’m sure this is going to be fine. I need to call—” and he’s hung up before he can even finish the sentence.

Fucking Pope.

“Do you wanna have sex with me?” Benny asks.

They’re still at his place. Pope had texted a little while after their phone call, Looking into it. Sit tight. Maybe an hour, and then, like a coward, left them on read when they’d replied with more questions. Frankie has been spending the time rifling through Ben’s kitchen—his metabolism is higher in this body and once he’d gotten past the initial shock of their situation he’d been hit with the kind of hunger he hasn’t felt since his active service days. Benny has spent most of the time looking at his own reflection, poking and prodding at his face and fussing with the texture of his hair.

(“What if I shave my head while I’m you?” he’d mused earlier.

“What if I rob a bank while I’m you?” Frankie had countered.)

Now, Frankie stares at him over his bowl of oatmeal. “I don’t think I heard you right,” he says.

Benny stretches a leg out to hook under the crossbar of the chair across from his, looking annoyed when he doesn’t quite make the distance. “I’m not short,” Frankie says preemptively, for the third time this morning. Benny pulls a face.

“No but—haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to sleep with yourself?” he asks earnestly.

Frankie looks at him—at his own face, the full curve of his bottom lip and the broad stretch of his shoulders under the old t-shirt Benny had put on—and he does start to wonder. He clears his throat, shifting his weight.

“I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Well. I’m just saying. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“Unless we’re stuck like this forever,” Frankie says, and Benny gives him a look that says that’s not helping.

“Maybe if we come at the exact same time it’ll switch us back,” he suggests.

“Benjamin. What??”

Benny shrugs, but he’s laughing, too. “If I was an ancient evil wizard cursing an amulet that’s how I’d configure it. Just to fuck with people.”

Frankie shakes his head at the absurdity of this entire day, and the last two minutes in particular.

But—

“Amulet?”

Benny’s eyes shift.

“I just thought—remember? We touched it at the same time when I was showing you the design. And it had that inscription we couldn’t make out.”

“Jesus,” Frankie says. “Yeah. You didn’t want to mention this earlier?”

Benny shrugs. “I didn’t think of it until just now.”

Frankie unlocks Benny’s phone with facial recognition and texts Pope again. We think maybe it was an amulet?????? Blue stone w strange writing around edge. Tarnished chain.

Together, they stare at the screen for a minute until Pope sends back a thumbs up reaction.

“I swear to god,” Frankie says, “If he doesn’t get us switched back I’m never speaking to him again.”

Benny nods distractedly and drums his fingers on the table. It’s as if the movement catches his own attention, because he looks down and rubs his thumb over the bullseye tattoo on his hand.

“So do you want to?” he asks. Frankie cocks his head and Benny offers up a vague, filthy gesture by way of explanation.

“You want to blow me?” Frankie interprets. He’s still not sure if Ben is serious or just fucking around. But his response is an enthusiastic nod, warm brown eyes widening earnestly, and Frankie feels a hit of arousal course through him.

He hesitates. “Wouldn’t it be kind of… narcissistic?”

“So what? When has a little narcissism ever hurt anyone?”

Frankie laughs out loud. “Well—for one, there was Narcissus.”

Benny is already sinking to his knees.

“Wait,” Frankie says. “Don’t do that.”

He hesitates, looking chastened.

“You’re gonna fuck up my knees,” he tells him.

“Old man,” Benny grumbles, but he carefully gets to his feet and heads down the hallway towards his bedroom.

And Frankie gives in and follows.

Benny takes a long time getting acquainted with his dick before he ever gets it in his mouth. He’s touching it lightly, moving it around, inspecting it from every angle. He runs his fingertips down the length, making Frankie tense up and shiver.

“It looks different from down here,” he observes. “Never realized that vein looked like that.”

When he finally does it—

Well.

It’s surreal watching his own mouth close around the head of his cock—like watching a porno of himself. He’s holding his breath, and it comes out shaky when Benny works his tongue over the tip.

Benny’s gaze flicks up to meet his and they lock eyes. Frankie lets out a breathless, nervous laugh and it sets Benny off laughing too, a shared moment of euphoric insanity, but then he surges down onto the length of Frankie’s cock again and Frankie’s no longer laughing.

He’s called Ben a cocksucker before—a crude, boys will be boys insult among friends, and Benny’s called him worse things in return with no hurt feelings between them. Now that it’s come true, he’s surprised to find Benny’s not half bad at this. At least, not while equipped with Frankie’s mouth. He can’t help but wonder if they might do this again so he can compare, if they switch back.

When. Not if. Under the haze of arousal that’s overtaken him, there’s still a knot of anxiety sitting in the bottom of his stomach, distracting him.

Ben presses a knuckle behind his balls, nudging into the space there and using his other hand to push Frankie’s legs open like he wants to reach back further. Frankie hesitates, shifting away, and Benny looks up at him.

“Uh—that doesn’t really do anything for me,” Frankie explains.

“What d’you mean?”

“Like…” He wiggles his forefinger. “Anything with my ass. My ex tried to finger me one time because she said it was going to be the best orgasm of my life and it just—felt like a visit to the proctologist.”

Benny is silent, looking at him thoughtfully from between his legs. Frankie’s cock is starting to feel neglected.

“What if… since you’re in my body, it feels different this time? Can I try?”

Frankie shrugs his assent.

It turns out that, kind of like the active metabolism thing, the nerve endings in Ben’s body are sensitive in a way Frankie’s not used to.

“I’m so—fucking jealous of you,” he gasps, when Benny has two thick fingers buried deep inside him. “I never knew it could feel like this.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Benny says smugly, a little muffled with his mouth hot against Frankie’s balls. “Do you wanna find out what your dick feels like?”

With Benny’s fingers inside him and his face between his legs, Frankie feels tingly all over, almost dizzy from it so that it takes him a moment to answer the question.

“I—yeah, kind of. That’s weird, right? This is weird.”

“Super fucking weird,” Benny agrees with a laugh. It’s funny to see his smile lighting up Frankie’s face. He wonders at it, while Benny’s focused on grabbing the lube stashed by his bed, trying to work out which parts of his face are his and what is Benny shining through. Transforming him into someone altogether new.

“Oh shit, that’s big,” Frankie gasps when Ben pushes into him, clutching hard onto his forearm.

Benny laughs silently. “How many girls have you heard that from before?”

“I always thought they were—stroking my ego,” Frankie says, breathing out a laugh. Benny grins, cheek dimpling.

“Try to relax,” he says. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if you want to stop.”

They’re not making love—that would be beyond the level of super fucking weird they’re already at—but it’s what Frankie would call this if they were a couple. Benny fucks him slow and careful and full and distracts him by leaning in for a kiss. It’s totally surreal, and somehow oddly comfortable at the same time, kissing his own mouth. Realizing he’s tasting Benny on his lips and deepening the kiss without even thinking about it. Feeling the anxious tension in his gut dissolving into something hot and dangerous, pleasure like the high of a drug.

“Don’t stop,” he whispers, and Benny makes a low noise in his throat and hides his face against his neck, tickling Frankie’s skin with the brush of his mustache. He closes his eyes and gives himself over to the waves of euphoria, and in the end, improbably, they do come together at the exact same time.

It doesn’t change them back.

Frankie’s phone lights up with a text. They both scramble to look, hoping to see Santiago’s name on the screen, but it’s from Laura, Frankie’s ex-wife.

Stuck at work, she’s written, adding a dismayed emoji. Any chance you’re able to do the preschool pickup and watch M for an hour or two? I can get her from your place.

“You’ll have to come with me,” he tells Benny. “They don’t hand over the kids to any random guy that shows up.”

His daughter grins when she sees them, but she falters as she draws closer, looking between the two of them skeptically like she can tell something is up.

“Hey, Minneola,” Benny greets her. She wrinkles her nose at the nickname and gravitates towards Frankie, who picks her up. There’s not even a twinge in his lower back, he realizes. He might be happy stuck in this body after all.

“You have a good day, baby?” he asks her. She rides comfortably in his arm, talking his ear off about the butterfly-themed craft her teacher had led the class in, and Benny saunters along beside them as they make their way back out to the car.

Whatever intuition his kid has that the man who looks like her daddy isn’t actually him today, her mother does not share. Laura barely spares him a glance when she swings by the house, a little flustered at the late hour as she collects her daughter and grills Benny on what he’s given her for her afternoon snack.

“Thanks again,” she tells him, leaning in to peck him on the lips, and she’s out the door again before she can notice the dazed expression on Benny’s face.

“I can’t believe I got lucky with two Moraleses in one day,” he says, when she’s gone. Frankie smacks him upside the head and then tousles his hair back into place, with a little more affection than he’d like to admit.

They’ve demolished an extra-large pizza and googled “body swap,” “body swap magic,” “body swap real,” “body swap historical,” and, in an act of desperation, “freaky friday real life,” to no avail when Pope finally—finally—calls them back.

“So my guy looked into it—” he starts.

“What do you mean, your guy?” Benny asks.

“My occult guy,” Pope says, as if that’s a thing. “The guy who owns the amulet you touched.” Frankie swears under his breath but Pope continues on as before. “So, it took him a while to track down the information about that exact artifact, but he found it and it’s good news.”

The ball of anxiety that has been twisting itself up in Frankie’s system all afternoon as the hours had passed very slowly begins to unwind.

“It’s like a 24-hour bug,” Pope continues brightly. “You’ll just switch back again by tomorrow. No harm, no foul.”

Benny and Frankie exchange a look that makes it clear they both still fully intend to exact revenge on Pope for putting them in this position to begin with.

“Between you and me,” he continues, oblivious, “this guy is a little out there—”

“No shit,” Benny says dryly.

“—he kept saying something about a ‘soul bond’ that I didn’t totally understand, but the final word was, like I said, everything will be back to normal.”

Soul bond is a heavy phrase to hear mere hours after having what was supposed to be very casual, platonic sex with a friend while he just so happened to be inhabiting your own body. Frankie feels Ben’s eyes on him and busies himself by gathering the mess of pizza-stained paper napkins on his coffee table into a single, scrunched up pile.

“Thanks, Pope,” Benny says after a moment. “If your guy is wrong, just so you know, we’re gonna kill you.”

“10-4,” Pope says, and makes quick work of hanging up the phone.

“Maybe I should sleep here tonight?” Benny suggests. “So we know it works. Like. In case there’s a… proximity thing,” he finishes lamely.

“Yeah,” Frankie says. “That makes sense.” It doesn’t, really, since they were in their own houses for the first switch, but he feels antsy with anticipation and, if he’s honest, he doesn’t really want to be alone right now. He thinks Benny doesn’t either.

The sun is barely risen when he wakes up, just dim light starting to break through around the edges of his blinds. His heart is racing, like the adrenaline rush when your body jerks awake from falling in a dream. There’s a dull ache in his lower back and a familiar curve to his nose when he lifts a hand to grope at his face. Next to him, Benny is back in his own body too, one long leg draped heavy over Frankie’s. He looks younger, asleep like this—deceptively innocent, Frankie thinks wryly.

Benny’s eyes flutter slowly open and Frankie can’t quite look away. They stare at each other for a long moment and Benny gives him a small smile.

“Well that’s a relief,” he murmurs, voice all early morning deep. “I was starting to miss your face.”

“Yeah,” Frankie says. “Me too.”

Benny’s smile widens and he rolls closer in the bed, face tucked next to Frankie’s shoulder and the whole length of his body pressed up against his side.

So just like that, just like Pope’s guy had said, they’re totally, completely, thoroughly, unquestionably, and entirely—back to normal. Not a soul bond in sight.

Benny’s hand finds its way onto Frankie’s thigh.

“I’m glad we switched back,” he rumbles sleepily. His breath is warm on Frankie’s skin, mouth nearly touching him. “But it was kind of cool, I guess, getting to be you. Anyway—now the next time someone tells me to go fuck myself I can say, I’ve been there, done that.”

“Jesus Christ,” Frankie groans, appalled at the bad joke. Benny laughs, setting his teeth into Frankie’s flesh when he tries to smother him with a pillow, and Frankie finds he likes that a little too much, so maybe—it’s a slightly new and improved normal, after all.

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justsome-di · 1 year

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Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub, Everyone Keeps Their Organs: Chapter 12

Summary: Alex is an ordinary, highly-introverted office worker. He clocks in and out and goes home to his little apartment he shares with his younger sister. He hasn’t dated in years. Until his co-workers set him up on a blind date.

The only issue is he and his date are not on the same page. At all.

While Alex thinks it’s a normal date, Damián is under the impression Alex is a client who paid to be there. No-so-quickly, they realize something is up. It’s all a prank. Damián is a sex worker Alex’s co-workers hired as a sick joke.

After reassuring that they’re both okay, Alex decides he wants revenge for both him and Damián. The plan is to use the stigma of sex work and start a 6-week, scandalous fake dating scheme with a big finale at the office Halloween party. Alex’s co-workers will be too horrified to try to prank him again. At least, that’s the plan.

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Alex and Damián were set to meet Martin and his wife uptown at 6, and Alex was stuck in the worst dilemma anyone could have been caught in before going out to a new place with new people.

He had no idea what to wear.

His wardrobe and dressers were open and terrorized in his feat to find something that didn’t look like he was about to head to the office. But the thing about not leaving the apartment except to go to work was that a lot of his clothes were for work. He didn’t want a business casual ensemble, and he didn’t want to repeat his outfit from his last fake date.

He couldn’t believe his wardrobe was so barren. It was just a series of button-up tops of different colors and patterns.

There was one top—short sleeves, collar, dark blue with little white arrows up and down it—that he briefly thought looked nice. But after examining himself in the mirror a little too long, he thought it looked a little too casual. Short sleeves probably weren’t appropriate attire if the date was at some semi-swanky restaurant.

A pile of clothes on Alex’s bed grew with his frustration. Was he one of those helpless men who couldn’t get dressed? No. He took clothes seriously. He was just in a pickle at the moment. A new social situation called for a new outfit, and it wasn’t his fault he was so unprepared for it. He wasn’t going to let himself spiral so early in the evening.

Damián was just going to make the situation worse. No matter what, Damián was going to show up as handsome as ever, and sitting next to him, Alex was guaranteed to look mediocre.

But if anyone was going to have any advice on how to dress, it would be Damián who surely had an outfit for every potential social situation.

I don’t know what to wear, Alex texted Damián.

Wear whatever you’re comfortable in.

Alex wasn’t sure yet if Damián’s periods meant something passive-aggressive or if he was just a stickler for punctuation. He quickly scrolled through their previous texts. Damián always seemed to put periods and commas in the right spot when he wasn’t over-using exclamation marks. Okay. He wasn’t mad at Alex. Alex could continue.

What are you wearing?

A selfie was sent through in record time. Damián stood in front of a full-length mirror. He cut his own head off, leaving the focus on his long legs and lean torso. He wore a black sweater and black jeans with a dark, fur-lined jacket. It might have been denim, but Alex couldn’t make it out in the picture. It was so gloriously low-effort, but Damián looked really good in it. Really good.

Alex had to stop staring. He would see Damián in person soon. He didn’t need to commit the selfie to memory.

There wasn’t anything in Alex’s closet that was on the same level of casual-classy. He did, however, have a sweater his mother got him for Christmas a couple of years ago. It still had the tags on it. There was a faint smell of fake wood clinging to it.

When he had unwrapped it, his mother had immediately taken it from his hands and held it up to him. She said that the dark green was the perfect color for him. He was a winter—whatever that meant.

It was a little thin and more form-fitting than anything else he usually wore, so it had sat in the back of his closet with no hope of ever coming out. He didn’t like tight things. It was part of him knowing his limits as a truly mediocre man.

He looked at Damián’s picture again. He looked so nice.

Going by the bed in the background, Alex assumed he took the picture in his bedroom. It felt a little intimate. Alex looked closer. The room was impeccably clean and organized. There was a shelf on the wall behind him, though Alex couldn’t make out any of the books that were sitting on them. There was a plant with long vines dangling down, twisting and remaining full all the way.

So, Damián was incredibly put-together. He could keep a plant alive. And he read. Alex needed to read more. Maybe that would fix some of his problems. When was the last time he had even finished a book? Actually finish. Cover-to-cover. There were loads of books he had tried to read.

The Handmaid’s Tale because Alex wanted to be a good feminist. It was interesting, but he accidentally left it on the subway and never remembered to find another copy.

Great Expectations because he was supposed to read it in high school, and he wanted to try to redeem himself and his low English test scores from that semester. He gave up when he remembered why he had neglected the book in the first place.

One of those Warrior Cats books because Eve devoured them when she was young, and he wanted to know what she was talking about. He didn’t get them.

Brave New World because he once saw it in an article titled “100 Books to Read Before You Die” and Alex was more intimidated by the expectation of reading 100 books in a lifetime rather than the dense, hardback copy of the book he picked up at Barnes & Noble. It was horribly pretentious, he thought later, when he incidentally saw some dick pseudo-academics discussing it online.

Maybe he could make it a conversation starter with Damián. Ask for recommendations. Pretend like he wasn’t totally creepy and wasn’t investigating the background of his selfie.

Alex had to look back at himself in the mirror. Maybe the sweater wasn’t too bad now that he had it on. The color was nice. His mother was right. But he wasn’t sure about how it hugged him. Alex had been cursed with a pear shape, and he was never sure what he was supposed to wear.

“How do I look?” Alex asked, walking out and standing in front of Eve.

She was reading a book. Dammit. Everyone read but him. He had to find a book.

“You look fine,” she said, giving him the briefest glance over.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” She turned a page. Giovanni’s Room. Alex wondered what it was about and if it would be a good starting point for him. “I’m not doing this every time you have a date.”

“I’d do it for you if you had dates.”

Eve wrinkled her nose up and stuck her tongue out. Alex didn’t mean for it to be a dig at her romantic life, but he counted it as a petty victory.

Alex’s phone buzzed in his pocket.

I’ll meet you outside the restaurant?

Yeah. See you there!

A surge was going to happen soon. Alex could tell. Every 30-year-old in the city was about to go out before the young people started their parties and had their late-night dinners. He didn’t have the money to spare for both a date with Damián and surge prices to the restaurant and back.

“I have to go,” Alex said.

Their messages didn’t push Damián’s selfie out of view. Alex smiled at it. Even without his head, Damián was handsome.

“Don’t get mushy with your boyfriend in front of me,” Eve said.

Alex wanted to correct her. She deserved to know that there was no real boyfriend and that Alex was just as lonely as her. It felt like a nasty secret to keep from her.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he said.

“Whatever. Don’t get murdered.”

“Maybe I want to get murdered.”

“Then get murdered. I don’t care.”

Alex pulled his good coat back out of the closet. He could remember exactly how Damián’s hands felt on his shoulders when he helped him into it. It made his stomach flutter and his heart sink. He would prefer to never see the coat ever again. But it was worth it for another date with “Marcus.” Maybe he could get as many bittersweet memories tied up into it as possible to minimize the items that would be tainted by the scheme. And then he could burn the coat at the end of the month.

It was probably time to get a new one anyway.

Alex hopped out of his Uber 20 minutes later with regret in his bank account. If he had left earlier, he could have taken the subway and saved money. But that meant taking the subway.

He finished the commute on foot. He saved a whole dollar by having the drop-off point a few minutes away from the restaurant. It had been a financial tip he saw on Twitter followed by how to invest in the newest, most promising cryptocurrencies. The original poster didn’t appear to speak to a consistent audience. Alex had never followed him, but the Uber tip had stayed in the back of his mind ever since.

People were starting to flood the streets. Millennial couples were out in their best H&M and Target ensembles. Those who were particularly thriving weren’t out among those posing as people who needed to budget for nights in these parts of the city. They went to the even swankier places. Maybe they left the city altogether.

Alex walked down the block and turned the corner. He kept his head up to read every business sign he passed until, right in front of him, he saw a hanging sign jutting out over the sidewalk. It was minimalistic and rustic. Sweet Pine. Below it, thankfully, he saw Damián tucked away against the brick wall.

Damián didn’t look much better. His hands were tucked into his jacket. It looked like the wall was supporting his entire weight. Before he spotted Alex, he was frowning at the street, eyes not focused on anything. His head lazily followed some pedestrians who walked past him.

When Alex walked into his line of sight, he straightened and smiled.

“Are you feeling any better?” Alex asked, hoping it wasn’t too intrusive or personal. Or weird that he remembered that Damián wasn’t doing so well days ago. “Than you were a few days ago?”

“Loads.”

Damián took Alex’s arm which sent a little shock through all of Alex. He hooked his hand in Alex’s elbow. Together, they walked in.

The lobby was warm and packed with people. Alex immediately started sweating and prayed that he wasn’t staining his sweater. Hopefully, the color was dark enough to hide any damp spots. Maybe his mother had thought of that when she bought the sweater. She was practical like that. Alex wouldn’t put it past her to pick a sweater based on if it hid sweat well.

Damián seemed immune to the grosser side of body functions. Alex had never seen him break a sweat. Actually, right then, he shivered. His hands trembled on Alex. He had a hard time keeping the rest of himself still, making him tense and vibrating in his spot.

Alex gave the host their names, and she whisked them off to a table. Damián followed, his hand still tucked into Alex’s elbow but not watching where they were headed. He looked around the dining room. He watched the waiters walk by and looked at the other diners quietly sitting at their meals. Alex didn’t know what he was trying to see, but he looked only half-aware of it all.

“I’m Marcus tonight?” Damián asked when they were seated.

“Yeah. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Damián slowly turned his head to Alex. “What was that?”

“I asked if you’re sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.”

“We don’t have to do this. I can tell Martin you weren’t feeling well, and we can leave.”

Damián shrugged out of his coat and laid it delicately over the back of his chair as if to say they were staying. Alex tried taking off his coat with the same poise, but his left arm got tangled in its sleeve. He didn’t have as much wiggle room as the slim Damián did, and he awkwardly pressed himself against the table while his arms stretched behind him. Finally, out of his wool prison, he laid it over the back of his chair.

He was still hot. Damián was squeezing his hands together, trying to get them warm.

Alex pushed his sleeves up. Hopefully, he’d cool down before Martin and his wife showed up.

Damián was staring at him. Fuck. He wore the wrong thing. Alex plucked his sweater away from his middle, self-conscious about how tight it fit. He should have just worn the dark blue top. He wouldn’t have been sweltering in the short sleeves.

But Damián was smiling at him.

“You look nice,” Damián said.

Oh. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

He looked Alex up and down. Alex’s face was burning. A waiter placed a glass of water in front of him, and he wanted to dump the whole thing over himself. Condensation was just starting to prickle up all over it. The ice shifted with clinks Alex couldn’t hear but still knew were there.

“Are you sure?” Alex asked.

Damián nodded. His eyes looked clearer. He was back with Alex. “I’m being totally honest. You are very handsome. I am very lucky to have people think we’re dating.”

God, how embarrassing. Damián was maybe the most attractive man Alex had ever seen in person, and he thought Alex was handsome? Or he was at least flattering him.

“Am I being too much?” Damián asked.

Fuck. Alex must have had his skepticism showing on his face. “No! Not at all!”

“Leo says I’m too much sometimes. He calls me ‘extra.’ Worse, he calls me extra and then asks if I know what being extra means. He thinks I’m getting old.”

“I think I was born old.”

Damián tittered. “I was worried about turning 30, but now that I’m 31 and, you know, wise and mature, I’ve come to peace knowing I’m not going into a nursing home anytime soon.”

“You’re only 31? I’m 33. I’m ancient!”

“No. No. You’re youthful and fresh. You’re only two years older than me.”

“I’m decrepit. I got one foot in the grave.”

They were falling easily into self-deprecating jokes that neither of them meant. Alex’s anxieties were melting away watching Damián curl forward and chuckle at the dry humor that most people didn’t get. He had only joked so well with Eve.

“No! We can’t be old.” Damián pressed his hand to cheek. “What happens when we’re 40?”

“I don’t know!”

Alex felt a little tug at the bottom of his stomach. He wanted to say how lucky they were to be aging. Queer people were only just starting to get old again. But he was sure that Damián understood that, too, and might have been biting his own tongue. It would kill the mood if either of them were to bring it up, and Damián was starting to look better. His eyes were brightening.

“Do I start Botox now?” Damián asked. He held one hand out, palm up and fingers limp.

“No.” Alex shook his head. He pushed forward into the dry humor. “Botox is a gateway drug.”

“A gateway drug?”

“It starts with Botox. Then you start getting all of this other stuff done. In ten years, you look like Versace.”

“Versace? Versace’s dead. That’s a whole thing.”

“No. The other Versace. The one that’s alive.”

“Donatella Versace? Be nice to her. She’s done nothing to you.”

“She has a weird face.”

Damián’s jaw dropped. “Rude! She’s been through a lot.”

“A lot of plastic surgery.”

Damián covered his mouth to hide his laughter. “Your queer card has been revoked. For hating on Donatella—she’s an ally, by the way—and for disrespecting a woman’s autonomy. I didn’t take you for a misogynist.”

“I still respect her! All I’m saying is, if you start Botox, there’s no guarantee you won’t get addicted to plastic surgery like her.”

“Maybe if you inherited a fashion empire, you’d be a little more sympathetic. It wasn’t even hers to begin with, and if you think about it, she’s probably always surrounded by models who are always 20 when she’s aging.”

“Okay. Fine. She gets a pass because she’s entrenched so deeply in beauty standards.”

“Also her trauma with her brother.”

“Okay, but you shouldn’t get—“

“Oh my God, wait, hold on,” Damián waved his hands, “I need to tell you this. There was a podcast about Gianni Versace’s murder, and they were saying that his killer had met him before he was murdered, and how they could have traveled in these same circles for a bit—“

“Versace got murdered?”

“Yes! Famously! Let me finish. It’s a whole thing.”

“Wait. Wait.” Alex held up his hands and wiggled happily in his chair. Damián looked fantastic. “We need to stay on topic.”

“What was the topic? I forgot already.”

“Botox.”

“Oh my god, don’t get Botox, Alex,” Damián said, with feigned earnestness. “You’ll start down a dangerous path of plastic surgery.”

It was so ridiculous. It shouldn’t have made Alex laugh, but he did. And Damián started laughing—actually laughing—with him.

“I don’t have plans for Botox,” Alex said. “I was warning you.”

“I’m getting so old, though. I might be getting wrinkles soon. We could try Botox together!”

They were straining themselves trying to keep their laughter quiet. They leaned in towards one another, their shoulders pressed together. The restaurant was so nice and there they were, giggling like children over a string of bad jokes.

But it was such a relief to see Damián perk up so quickly.

“Alex?”

Alex looked up. Martin was holding out a chair for his wife. She smiled at them as took her seat, arranging her long, blonde hair behind her shoulders. She was very beautiful in a plain sort of way. There wasn’t anything exceptionally attractive about her. No distinctive features. Her hair was straight and void of highlights or lowlights. She just looked welcoming and friendly.

Alex cleared his throat. “Martin. Hello.”

“This is my wife, Sam,” Martin said. Sam nodded her head politely to them. “Sam, this is Alex. And Marcus, correct?”

Damián nodded with a wide smile. He had settled into his character. “Correct. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Martin’s cheeks colored. “Yeah. Uh.” He took his seat. “I guess I should start off tonight with an apology.”

Damián straightened. Alex held his breath. It was happening. Martin was turning over a new leaf. Damián was going to get a little respect, and they could still pull off the rest of the scheme.

Martin clasped his hands together and set them on the table. “I apologize.”

“What he means is,” Sam said to Damián, “he understands now that you have a very respectable and challenging career. And that it’s not funny to put someone in your position in the situation he did.”

“Yeah,” Martin said. “All of that. And I really do feel bad. The guys kinda forced me into it. Not to deflect responsibility or anything. I just—I wasn’t a fan of it from the start. I do really know that it was totally wrong.”

“Okay,” Damián said. “It sounds like you get it. I can find it in me to forgive you.”

“Thank you.”

“As long as Alex forgives you, too.”

“Oh.” Alex clenched his fists under the table. “Uh. I do.”

He didn’t. Not totally. That was why they were doing the whole scheme. He did appreciate the effort Martin was being forced to make, though.

“I, for one, think this whole thing is cute,” Sam said. “You guys made the best out of the whole thing. And it’s totally like Pretty Woman.”

“I’ve been thinking the same thing for the past two weeks,” Damián said. He turned to Alex. “You’re like a young Richard Gere.”

Alex shook his head. He was vaguely familiar with Richard Gere from the 90s, but the man faded from any recognition after that. “I’ve never seen Pretty Woman.”

Damián’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry. You what? This isn’t—hold on.”

He was being serious. He turned fully to Alex and held out a finger to him. Alex widened his eyes.

“You’ve never seen Pretty Woman? With Julia Roberts?” Damián asked.

Alex wanted to give him a sarcastic response, but he didn’t. “No.”

“I’m making you watch it. You and I can’t be together if you haven’t seen it.” Damián shook his head at Sam, who was clearly enjoying the false display of a flamboyant gay man. He knew how to play a straight, white woman. “He’s never seen Pretty Woman. Can you believe that?”

“I gathered,” she said.

Damián scoffed. “Anyway, yes, it does feel like Pretty Woman. And I love pretending like I’m Julia Roberts. Especially in her black dress. She looked so good in that.”

“She did!” Sam sighed. “You know, I really forced Martin to do this. I wanted to see you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I wanted to meet,” Sam lowered her voice, “a sex worker. I think it’s just the coolest thing.”

Alex could feel the sheet of ice slap Damián’s face. There hadn’t been all that much progress. This was a mistake. Alex should have saved Damián the misery.

Sam leaned over the table. Martin smiled nervously at Alex.

“Can I ask you a couple of questions, Marcus?” Sam asked.

“Sure.”

“What kind of sex work do you do? Like, do you have an Only Fans?”

Damián’s smiled tightened like a man who had been asked that question a hundred times.

“I do what I guess you’d call traditional work? I don’t,” Damián lowered his voice and glanced around, meeting Sam’s eyes when he turned back to her, “I don’t do porn. It’s not really my type of thing. I do know people who do it, and it’s a pretty intense gig. Too time-consuming for me.”

“Right. Right.” Sam nodded. “So, do you—I don’t know how this works—how do you find clients? Or how do they find you?”

Damián delivered the answer so perfectly that Alex wanted to jump from his chair and punch the air and high-five Damián.

A slow smile spread on Damián’s face, and he said, with great smugness, “Your husband knows. Ask him.”

Alex held everything in. He’d shake Damián’s hand later.

Sam, face red, leaned back. Martin turned his face to his lap.

“So,” Damián said, lacing his fingers together and laying his chin on them. There was a twinkle in his eyes. “I know where Martin and Alex work. But what do you, Sam?”

“I, uh, work in a, uh, marketing firm.”

Martin had his face turned down to the table. Sam couldn’t complete a sentence. The revenge was going to be great. And seeing Damián get a good jab in and have fun, all of Alex’s reservations were gone. He was going to enjoy his fake dates for as long as he got them, and he wouldn’t let himself think about how guilty he felt or how much he’d mourn them once he and Damián parted ways for good.

#Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub Everyone Keeps Their Organs #nobody ends up dead #writblr #writeblr #original writing #original fiction #my writing #writing community #lgbt fiction #queer fiction

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kingkatsuki · 3 years

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wait but imagine sending Kiri a vid of you riding his dildo. maybe it’s got a little suction cup so you can put it on the wall and push back. you send it on Snapchat, half drunk and mind addled with lust. You go to sleep after a fantastic orgasm (because of course it was good, it was *his* dildo after all).

Only to wake up and find a notification on your Home Screen. Red Riot has saved your video to camera roll.

Okay I kept this in my askbox for a while because I just loved rereading it so fucking much. This is such a hot idea Anon!

When the toy first gets announced to the public Kirishima can’t deny he’s a little flustered by the influx of attention. Of course, he has his fair share of fans online, but it’s nothing compared to the droves Dynamight and Deku attract. The advertising for the Red Riot dildo is so coy, hinting explicitly that it matches his size. It doesn’t. The cost to produce an exact replica of Kirishima’s actual cock would have cost far too much at wholesale, instead opting for a dildo that is still an impressive length and girth. The things true to Kirishima however, are the large veins that fork along his length. Almost identical in placement as it follows down to the big, thick balls at the base.

Fans everywhere are suddenly fighting in line for the toy. Pre-sale access emails flying out and queues activating on his website as people wait desperately in line to purchase one.

You were eager to try out the Red Riot toy that was a supposed replica of your favourite Hero, seeing him answering tweets from other fans online who asked whether it was “really true to size?” His answers only making you want to try it more, a colossal heat swirling in your lower half at his answer. “I’m not sure you’d be able to handle my actual size, babe. But this should be big enough to satisfy your needs ;)”

You’d never expected the Pro-Hero Red Riot, the man who was so sweet and innocent with his fans, to give such a raw and honest response.

Now you were desperate to know just HOW similar this toy was to him.

Practically jumping on the mailman when he delivered it to your house in the discreet packaging, the box heavier than you’d anticipated.

Pulling the vibrant red dildo out of the pretty Red Riot wrapping (that you would be keeping), your cunt clenched at the realisation that your hand couldn’t fit around the sheer girth. If this was a smaller version of him, as Kirishima had said, how fucking big was he?

Cleaning the toy before you lay a towel down in your bedroom. Curiously slipping the head of it between your lips as you tried to take it into your mouth, feeling the ache in your jaw as it widened to accommodate it. Your tongue pressing against the underside as spit began to build in your throat, coating the head and dribbling down your chin as you felt the tip hit the back of your throat. Trying to imagine Red Riot’s ruby eyes smirking down at you as you feebly attempted to take him in.

Securing the suction cup against the full length mirror in your bedroom, turning your body as you settled on your knees, easing your hips back as you felt the slick tip of the dildo stroking through your slick folds. The intense ache of the head splitting you apart on his length, you weren’t even sure you could take the whole thing as you began to roll your hips languidly as you adjusted to the size.

Angling your cell phone towards the mirror, you began to press record as you rolled your hips. Eyes shut in pleasure as you imagined Kirishima thrusting into you from behind, his large palms squeezing your ass as he pushed himself inside your silky walls.

Every single whine and whimper captured on film as you cried out his name, pleading with him to fuck you harder, deeper. Your thighs quivering as you tried to keep momentum. The thick head of the toy ramming into the same spot inside you over and over as you felt the coil inside you tighten. Crying out his name as you gushed around the toy. Your hand fumbling as you almost dropped the phone, catching the exact look of pleasure on your face as your mouth curved into an ‘o’ shape.

Sending the video across to the official Red Riot Snapchat account without a second thought, already feeling your lower half weak from the intense orgasm you’d just experienced.

The last thing you’d expected was to see the familiar notification to indicate the video had been saved. Still feeling intoxicated from your mind blowing orgasm, questionably one of the best you’d ever experienced. A message following soon after.

Red Riot: Thanks for the show, sweetheart. I’m impressed you almost managed to take it all. Maybe you’d actually be able to take me ;)

#thirst posts #jo thirsts #kirishima thirst #red daddy riot

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moonctzeny · 3 years

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Can I request WayV reaction to you suddenly avoiding skinship/intimacy because you don't feel attractive anymore after they rejected you once? (they were tired or just not in the mood at that time)

WayV reaction - you avoid intimacy out of insecurity after they rejected your skinship

warnings: WinWin's gets a tiny bit suggestive, alcohol consumption

▪️Kun

He looked so good when he cooked. You couldn’t stop your eyes from following the veins on his arms as he cut the various vegetables in the smallest of pieces. Your fingers ached to run across their length so you let them, stroking the little hairs in the opposite direction from their growth in the meantime.

“Y/n, not now”, he whines with a strictness in his voice that has you withering away from him.

You stayed quiet for the rest of the cooking, watching Kun in silence until he finally put the dish in the oven to cook. He walks over to your seat on the countertop, fitting himself between your legs. His hands find their place on each of your shoulders, making their way down to your elbows lovingly, yet you go rigid at the feeling and back away from his touch.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Do I annoy you sometimes?”

Kun’s eyebrows shoot up at your question, dropping his hands immediately to wrap them around your wrists instead.

“Never. What makes you think that?”

“You seemed pretty annoyed at me when you were cooking earlier”

His face stays frozen for a second, trying to figure out what exactly you were talking about. You’re taken aback when he starts to laugh light-heartedly, planting a kiss on your pouty lips.

“I didn’t tell you to stop because I didn’t like you touching me, baby. I needed you to stop because I liked it too much”

▪️Ten

You avoided his kisses like the plague. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into you, usually your nights visiting his dorm consisted of the both of you cuddling each other to death, napping in sheets that smelled of him and inviting the cats that snuggled between you. However now, the more he tried to approach you, the more you scooted away from him, and your excuses were starting to run out.

“Are you avoiding me or something?”

You shake your head negatively, avoiding eye contact so that he doesn’t see through you. But Ten is intuitive, especially when it comes to you, so he repeats the question again until he gets a sigh as an answer.

“You told me off pretty badly when I tried to kiss you an hour ago you know…”

“When I was drawing? You pushed my hand on accident and I missed like, half of my work!”

When he sees you continuing to be visibly upset at him, despite his light and teasing tone, he lifts your hand from your lap to his lips, kissing your wrist, then your palm, then your ring finger.

“I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t”, he leans over to peck your lips mid-sentence, and his voice is too soothing for you to resist him, “You know how much I love to kiss you.”

As if to prove his point he brings you closer again, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you deepening it.

“I could taste your lips forever”

▪️WinWin

Your boyfriend was never big on skinship and you knew. You understood his paranoia of holding hands in public, even with sunglasses and a big mask covering half of his handsome face. Being a celebrity isn’t easy and you had come to terms with that, but you didn’t know he would react so coldly to you in this private party with his members being the only ones invited.

You were a little tipsy, holding on to Sicheng’s arm for stability, and admittedly you just wanted a little love from your boyfriend. Pulling his hair out of his eyes, you pucker your lips at him, waiting for a kiss that never came.

“What is up with you today? You’re all over me!”

The drive home was quiet, your whole body facing away from him, eyes staring outside the window or anywhere else but him. You weren’t angry, just sad if anything else, and Sicheng felt he had enough when you started to storm off to your shared bedroom without him. A hand on your wrist stops you abruptly.

“Why are you like this? You’ve been quiet ever since we left the party”

“Do you not find me attractive anymore?”

The filter between your brain and mouth had vanished from the alcohol, shocking Sicheng with your candor.

“What on earth makes you think that?”

“You never kiss me in front of your friends. It’s like you're embarrassed of being seen with me…”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrow, almost meeting on the base of his forehead before he pushes you up against the entrance door. The kiss he initiates is full of passion and something animalistic that you’ve always thought looks good on him. It isn't long before the hands that you so desperately needed on your body before formed bruises on the skin over your hipbones.

“The reason why I don’t kiss you in public is because I won’t be able to stop, not when you always look so pretty. And then I will make you look needy and breathless and messy, just like you do right now. I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. You’re too damn beautiful. You’re mine.”

▪️Lucas

Skinship and Lucas were synonyms when it came to your relationship. He loved getting to touch you at all times, whether it was a big, suffocating hug or just his large hands on the small of your back. You were barely awake when your boyfriend came back to your apartment, his busy schedule with SuperM keeping his side of the bed colder than you’d like. He didn’t even bother to wash up, just took his clothes off and covered himself up with your shared duvet and his chest facing your own. Satisfied with his mere presence, you scoot over, and lay one arm over his waist, bringing yourself closer. It was a shock to you when he turned to the other side, unwrapping your arm in the process and letting it fall in the space between you.

You decided not to address the incident that left a sting to your heart the next morning, spending the whole day with Lucas since it was rare for him to be free of any schedules. It was absolutely lovely, from the movie you watched to the homemade food you prepared for the both of you. Until the sun set again.

“Are you going back to your dorm now?”, you ask him while doing the dishes, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, maybe you prefer sleeping in your own bed. Alone.”

Your back is facing him but you can sense the pout forming on his handsome features. You feel his body heat as he comes closer to you and wraps his arms around you, only for you to squirm away from his hold and pat your hands dry, leaving the sink.

“What’s wrong?”, Lucas asks quietly, his eyes doubling in size.

“It’s just that last night when I tried to cuddle you to sleep you avoided me… It’s okay if you don’t want to crash here you know-”

“Babe, babe”, he starts, taking your hands in his, “I was dirty and sweaty last night. I didn’t have the energy to shower and I felt gross. I would never reject a night with you”

“Really?”

“Really. Now how about we go to bed and I give you those cuddles that I owe you?”

▪️Xiaojun

It was rare to see Xiaojun be so frustrated with anything. He’d been sitting on that same spot of the bed for hours now, guitar propped up on his lap and a blank sheet of paper in front of him. You tried to relieve his stress anyway you could, massaging his shoulders, kissing his cheek every time he sighed. And while your boyfriend accepted them at first, soon you saw him bend away from your acts of affection, so much so that you were worried about whether you have angered him.

An icky feeling weighed you down when he kept ignoring you as time went by, realizing that today was not the day you’d get the quality time you craved from your boyfriend. Quiet so as not to bother him, you start to collect your things and pack them back into your bag, the sound of the zipper finally catching Xiaojun’s attention.

“Where are you going?”

“You seem busy. I’ll come by another day”

“No no no!”, he exclaims, swiftly pulling his guitar aside, “I was looking forward to seeing you”

“Well you don’t seem to want any love from me right now. We can reschedule our date night for another time”

You didn’t expect him to jump up on his feet so quickly, neither to pull you into a hug as tight. His words come out muffled from your hair that is covering his mouth as he kisses it.

“Don’t leave, please. I’m sorry I was ignoring you”

“No, I’m sorry if I overstepped your personal space”

You soothe out the wrinkles that have formed between his pretty eyebrows with your thumb, taking a moment to appreciate his warm smile before he brings you into a long kiss.

“I’m stuck on this song that I’m writing. Maybe I just need inspiration”

▪️Hendery

“Why are you looking in the mirror so much?”

In the span of the last hour you managed to feel insecure over your hair, your skin, your choice of clothing. You thought you were being subtle when checking out yourself, the reflection only making you wanna shrink even more with every quick glance.

“Do you still find me as attractive as you did when we first met? Like do you ever get butterflies on your stomach anymore?”

“Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?”

You sigh, rubbing your face in embarrassment. Being content in yourself was a challenge on its own, even more so when your boyfriend looked like that.

“When we first started dating we were all over each other. I wouldn’t even make it past your bedroom door before you kissed me everywhere. Ten called us disgusting all the time.”

“And?”

“And now it’s been an hour since I came here and you haven’t even touched me...”

Hendery sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair defeatedly. With a soft hand motion he encourages you to come lie next to him on his bed, cupping your face before leaving a kiss on your lips.

“When we first started dating I couldn’t believe you were mine. I had this urgency in me like I had to taste as much of you as I could. Like you would slip away from my fingers, but-”

“But?”

Hendery takes your hand in his, and starts a trail of shiver-inducing kisses from your wrist up to your shoulder, so slow that you thought he’d never finish his sentence.

“But I realized that it wasn’t fair to you. I want to love you like we have a lifetime ahead, not like our time is running out. I want to love you like you deserve, and I want to take my time”

▪️Yangyang

He was playing that damn video game again. Yangyang always looked so cute when he was concentrating so heavily, lips pursed in a pout and eyes following the different players on the screen. Desperate to feel the softness of his hoodie and comfort on his embrace you come closer to him, attempting to sit on his lap.

“He’s behind you! Shoot! Shoot!” You jump up from your seat along with him, wrapping your hands around his neck to keep your balance. “Babe not now! You made me miss the screen!”

Hurt by his sharp tone and volume of his voice you start to get up, hating the burning feeling of the fresh tears that begged to escape the corners of your eyes.

Yangyang’s grip on your elbow stops you before you leave his lap, a worried look painted on his face.

“What’s wrong? Are you crying?”

“You know sometimes you get so into your games that you yell at me over nothing…”

His pretty face falls into a frown, whole body rigid and focused on your sad expression.

“Baby, come here”

Throwing one leg over his lap, Yangyang turns you around in his hold so that you’re facing him. His fingers pet your hair until you close your eyes in bliss, your breath slowing down until it matches his.

“You’re right. I’m so, so sorry if I said something that hurt you. Will you please stay here? You’re my lucky charm. My beautiful, lucky charm that fits right into my lap”

You smile at his sweet words, letting your head rest against his neck and enjoying the little backrubs he gave you until he felt you were fully relaxed. You easily fell asleep in his arms, your sweet dreams interrupted only from the kisses he left on your temples.

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seita · 3 years

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— mood consequence | m.

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 2.127

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : established relationship

tags : mean!iwa, daddy kink, dirty talk, name calling, degredation, size kink, no prep, clit spanking, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, a bit of aftercare.

note : this is my part of the haikyuu headquarters nsfw server collab!

collab masterlist.

+ summary : your boyfriend is in a bad mood and decides to use you as a source of release.

To the untrained eye, Iwaizumi looked unbothered. But after years of dating him, you could tell something was bothering him. His shoulders were tense and he was sitting straight up in his seat with his hands fisted against his thighs. He kept his gaze trained outside, watching the people pass by on the street with his jaw tense and set. The muscles in his face twitched every once in a while as he listened to the conversation floating back and forth over the table.

You made it a point to ignore him and his bad mood. But you weren’t sure if Oikawa, Matsukawa, or Hanamaki even noticed it.

Prior to leaving for dinner, he had come home in a terrible mood. You reminded him that the two of you promised to have dinner with your friends.

“Why couldn’t you have reminded me yesterday?!” he had snapped, tossing his jacket haphazardly onto the bed, leaving you to quickly pick it up and hang it properly so it wouldn’t get wrinkled, “I really don’t want to go.”

You told him that there were reservations and that it was Hanamaki’s birthday dinner. He continued to complain the entire time you were getting ready, snapping at you when you were a few minutes late to putting on your shoes -- leaving him waiting by the door until you came running down the stairs mumbling apologies.

The entire drive to the restaurant was tense and uncomfortable, leaving him in an even worse mood and only serving to tick you off.

As you sat down in your chair, pulled out by Matsukawa, you decided to make a point of ignoring your boyfriend as much as you could without ruining the dinner for the others.

A few drinks were down and you found yourself laughing and talking excitedly with Hanamaki who was telling you about some job interviews he had lined up.

Iwaizumi watches out of the corner of his eye as you and his friend have a nice time. Matsukawa and Oikawa are lost in their own conversation, leaving Iwaizumi quietly sitting beside the window. For a moment, you forget about the fact he’s angry and on edge - instead listening to Makki talk about his goals.

You completely miss the dark look in your boyfriend's eye as he downs over half of his beer in one sitting.

The ride back home is just as tense as it was there. His knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel, jaw still set hard as he stares ahead at the road. You choose to ignore it, gazing out the window at the passing scenery.

He doesn’t let you ignore it for long, however. You step into your apartment, shutting the door while he lingers on the stoop, smoking a cigarette.

He bounces on his heels at the cold, free hand shoved into his jeans pockets as he sees you flick on the lights inside. The nicotine does nothing to settle his bad mood.

In fact, the time alone allows him to replay the entire dinner over in his head. From the way you had leaned in to let Makki whisper something in your ear that, for some reason, had you near tears from laughing to the seemingly innocent hand that rested on the pink haired man’s shoulder as you spoke to him. Logically, he knew that you knew nothing by it -- you weren’t attracted to Hanamaki. However, the already bad mood that festered for far too long threw all logical reasoning out the window and he settled on punishing his little brat.

You hear the apartment door open and close, followed by his huffing and muttering as he kicks his shoes off and hangs his coat up properly before making his way to the bedroom.

You hummed innocently, slipping a soft, worn t-shirt of his over your head. you quickly caught him standing in the doorway and you gave him a little smile.

“Are you ready for bed?” you ask, frowning when he didn't respond.

Instead, he worked on stripping himself of his jeans and button-down. His back was to you and he could see the way you watched him in the mirror, eyeing the flex of the muscles in his back as he moved.

“You seemed awfully close with Hanamaki tonight,” he muttered, internally cringing at the words.

You immediately met his gaze in the glass, frowning. The confusion and innocence in your gaze was genuine but it still ticked him off. It wasn't your fault that he was in a rotten mood and looking for a fight.

“Well, I mean,” you shrug, keeping your voice calm in hopes of settling him down, “We’re all friends. It was his birthday, should I have ignored him all evening?”

You giggle, the teasing lilt in your tone finally breaking him. He spun around, taking two long strides towards you before his hand was suddenly wrapped around your throat.

You gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth agape. The fiery behind his gaze had your own body heating up and you immediately knew that it was going to be a long night.

“I want you naked with your legs open for me,” he hissed, “right now.”

You nodded, quickly yanking your shirt over your head, flushing as you felt the heated gaze on your breasts. You let yourself fall back on the bed, hooking your thumbs into the band of your panties to push them off of your thighs.

As soon as you were naked, you let your legs fall open. He hums, staring at your folds before licking his lips.

You really were so pretty. So soft looking. Already your little cunt was getting wet for him, your folds parting to give him a teasing glimpse of the sensitive little clit and pretty hole he loved to torment.

“Open yourself for me, show me that slutty cunt,” he orders, grinning when you immediately do as you're told.

You lift your thighs, knees pressed to your chest so you could reach beneath them and part your folds with two fingers. Being exposed under his intense gaze had you trembling, but he could see the way your cunt clenched around nothing, drooling slick.

“I wonder what he’d do if he knew you were here with me right now…” he crawls onto the bed, resting on his knees between your spread legs, “spread out like this for me, looking like a little whore. Hm? Do you think he’d like that?”

You whine, watching as he tugs the band of his boxers down to free his cock. It slaps against his stomach, making his body shudder at the feeling. The veins in his arm and hand bulge as he wraps his fist around his cock, languidly stroking himself to the sight of you holding your cunt open for him.

“D-Don’t want to think about him, Daddy,” you whisper, biting your lip, “Only want you.”

He groans at the way the name slides off of your tongue, so sweet and pretty. Your words have him grinning, pride and possessiveness intermingling to drive him forward. He taps the head of his cock against your clit and you gasp at the feeling.

“Is that so?” he asks, teasing. His gaze is glued to your pussy, watching as he drags the head of his cock through your folds - from your entrance up to your clit.

“Oh, Daddy…” you coo, growing lax against the bed as he plays with the little bud like that - stroking it back and forth with the smooth skin of his cock.

“You're so wet, do you hear that?” he asks, humming when he prods your entrance again just to hear the lewd, slick sounds.

“'S all for you, Daddy,” you pant, biting your lip.

He nods, “That’s right, baby. But,” he sighs and begins to prod the little hole, slowly pushing inside.

Your eyes grow wide and you squeal, “Wait! Daddy! ‘S too big!”

He grins, watching your eyes grow glassy with unshed tears at the burning pain of being stretched by a nice, far cock with no prep.

“You pissed me off, baby,” he sighs, “And only good girls get prepped, you know?”

You whine, shuddering as you nod, “‘M sorry, Daddy. But I’m all y-yours. Don’t want Makki.”

He growls, rolling his hips forward to suddenly sink the entirety of his length inside you. You sob, back arching as you reach out and press your hands against his stomach - hoping to keep him from prodding painfully at your cervix.

“Don’t say another man’s name while I’m stuffing your little whore cunt nice and full,” he spits, making you whine out soft apologies.

He thinks you're so cute like this. So submissive, doing anything to make your Daddy happy - even letting him stretch your cunt past its limit. Still, he doesn't want to overwhelm you so he sits still, feeling your walls flutter as you slowly adjust.

His thumb finds its way to your clit and you whine, eyes rolling back as he circles the bud. Your thighs tremble and twitch at the feeling, body slowly relaxing against the bed - letting him know you're okay to take him.

He knows you'll say that little word if it's too much - he trusts you to tell him if you can't do it anymore. So he starts with a rough pace, harshly slamming his hips into yours - pummeling your cervix and making your body lock up in pain but the way he drags against your g-spot has you creaming beautifully.

There's a white ring at the base of his cock, a mess being made from the way your boyfriend expertly works your cunt. It leaves his cock throbbing painfully against your walls.

“Are you going to cum?” he asks, feeling the way you squeeze around him, crying out and sobbing his name.

“Yes, Daddy, please make me cum!” you immediately beg, eyes glossy and teary as you stare up at him.

“Tell Daddy what you need then,” he says, eyeing the way your breasts bounce. He can't resist reaching up to palm one, squeezing the soft flesh in his hand.

“M-My clit, Daddy, please!” you cry, grinding your hips down in fruitless frustration to get what you want.

“This?” he softly brushes the pad of his thumb over the hard, swollen little bud between your folds, “What about it? Want Daddy to spank it?”

Before you answer, he lays a mean little slap against the bud and you sob, the tears finally falling down your cheeks, “Daddy! Please t-touch my clit, make me cum!”

“Aw,” he coos, “Such a polite little girl.”

He takes mercy on you, rolling his thumb over the bud. A quick few circles has you going still. He watches with a lidded gaze, your body going lax while your thighs tremble erratically. Your mouth is open, chest heaving with the breathless little gasps you let out.

After a moment, and a few well-aimed thrusts of his cock, you seem to flicker back to life. Your back arches off of the bed and you squeal, legs kicking as pleasure floods through you.

He’s cruel, almost sadistic, in the way he forces you to ride out the orgasm. He doesn't slow or take his thumb off of your clit, sending you ever higher into euphoria.

You squirt, gushing cum all over his abs and thighs - soaking his cock as you squeal and cry out for him.

“Daddy! Daddy! Ah, pl-please! Please! Daddy!” he can listen to you scream for him all day but eventually, the messy, slick sounds of him stuffing your cunt and the deadly hold your cunt has on his cock has him cumming.

His hips stutter before he sinks completely inside, prodding your cervix and making you cry even harder before he releases - pumping his load as deep as he possibly can.

You’re still trembling and crying as everything comes to a slow end and he sighs, scooping you up into his arms to cradle you close to him. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, letting out all the intense emotions that overflowed at the end.

“Shh, my good girl,” he coos, “Daddy is so proud of you, took it so well.”

“I-I don't like Makki, you know that right, Daddy?” you ask, sniffling without bringing your head from the safety of his chest.

He nods and kisses the top of your head, “I know, Daddy is sorry, he was just in a bad mood.”

You’re quiet for a second before asking, “Do you feel better now?”

He can’t help but smile, hugging you tight as he assures you that you made it all better, loving the way you brighten up and beam happily at the admission.

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poisonmaximoff · 2 years

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BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).

The whole story: here.

Chapter 20. Our happy end (isn’t it?)

Y/n's POV:

"Here comes the very day that still gives me the simultaneous feeling of excitement and tingling fear mixed in my heart," I think to myself standing in front of a large full-length mirror, staring at myself in a new outfit. Elizabeth helped me pick out a wonderfully fitted classic red dress and accessories that I felt were the perfect fit for my body and face.

After putting on evening make-up and choosing shoes with medium heels, I take one last look at my appearance and fix my hair for the last time. Today I decided to pull my freshly curled hair into a high ponytail, leaving a couple of strands hanging loosely on both sides of my face. Being very pleased with my today's look, I, having called the girls and taking a small purse, leave my apartment surprisingly on time.

Thankfully, I made a full recovery in these couple of days and now I feel great, but unfortunately only physically, because my head is filled with disturbing thoughts again, giving me an artificial bad feeling about this day.

The last time I saw El with Boyd, I was not yet fully aware of the depth and reasons of my feelings for her, therefore my reaction remained more neutral, not making me feel pain, annoyance or something like that. Who knows how I will act, when I see the couple again and the realization that she belongs to another person will once again flood over me?

I suppose I can only hope that a sudden wave of resentment decides to leave me alone tonight, allowing me to enjoy the celebration and time with my friends without overthinking all possible things.

Driving to the port, where all the guests are probably already gathering, I think a little more about the upcoming event and possible outcomes of it, but soon I replace this with planning what I want to do there.

Given that most of the people there are serious adults, and their children are clearly not the kind of company with which I can find a common language, since I'm not interested in almost any of their hobbies, I believe that I most likely will not intersect with them because of the lack of topics for conversation. That's why I'm going to spend the evening mostly with Mads and Liv, or at least Liv alone, considering Madison's frequent social mood and desire to make new friends.

Parking about a hundred yards from the spot, I leisurely look at the time and making sure that I'm not late, get out of the car and walk towards the crowd to find my parents there. Passing by people, I subconsciously look for a green-eyed woman, who I desperately want to see sometimes making my heart sparkle with this desire, but unfortunately or luckily I don't see her yet.

"Hi mom, hi dad," I approach them from behind and they turn to greet me, taking turns to give me hugs.

"Baby, you look amazing today!" Mom compliments me, looking me up and down. "And don't even say you're not going to seduce anyone today." She, as always, is in her repertoire, forcing my father and I to exchange glances and roll our eyes. He always supported my unwillingness to think about the family for the time being, for which I'm very grateful to him.

"You actually look very good, Y/n, we are very proud to have such a beautiful daughter," he says and I just smile back at them, for some reason starting to think that they only need me here to show to the others like a monkey at a fair, but I quickly push unnecessary thoughts away. Sometimes my head begins to look for reasons for me to worry on its own, but in any case, I try to fight it.

"Have you seen the girls? Are they already here?" I skim through the guests, not being able to find my friends among them, so I ask my parents, because I don't really want to be involved in some boring business conversations, until my eyes stop at the flawless body, that I recognize among a billion people.

There she is: perfect confident posture, blonde hair gathered in a low bun and full red lips, between which gleamed white even teeth. She's wearing that velvet black dress she showed me and black stilettos, holding a small clutch purse in her hand, green sapphires carefully peer into the crowd of people in search of something. She knows that she looks stunning and successfully uses it, making everyone jealous of her fiancé next to her.

"Y/n/n!" two voices behind me shouted at the same time, startling me and making me tear my gaze away from the enchanting beauty a few feet away from me.

"Hi Mila, hi Derek, nice to see you again, you both look fabulous today," Madison says smiling at my parents, throwing her arm around my shoulder. My mother insisted that my friends address her and dad by their first names, which is honestly awesome, other way it would be too formal.

"Hello, gorgeous girls", oh my god, I'm probably going to overdose on today's amount of compliments that surround me, "I can say the same about you, you look like you've come to a wedding!"

"Well, today is such a big day, so we really tried to look our best," Liv said and winked at me, obviously hinting that they were just here to have fun, and not because this day means a lot to them, exactly as it's with me.

"Mrs. Y/ln, Mr. Y/ln," I didn't notice how Elizabeth approached us and my breathing seemed to stop for a moment. "Congratulations on your company's anniversary, today is such a great weather to celebrate, excellent idea to rent the yacht," she extends her hand elegantly to my father and then hugs my mother, giving me a quick, searching glance.

"Hello girls, what a beautiful looks you have today," she says after my parents greet her and a slight blush appears on my cheeks, like it happens every time I hear a compliment from her.

"Says the one who will definitely steal the show tonight," Madison returns the compliment as Elizabeth's gaze settles on my face and moves smoothly to my collarbones, then to my chest, waist, legs and back to my eyes, while decorating her lips with a light smirk.

"You flatter me, Mads," she smiles at my friend then, while Liv gives me another knowing look, lightly elbowing me in the side.

"Wait, you already know each other?" My mom asks, looking at us curiously and we stare at her, understanding that here comes that time when we slipped up.

"Our companies met at a concert a week ago, remember I told you about it?" My intracerebral random lies generator instantly kicks in and my mom squints her eyes, but lets it go again, believing me or at least pretending to do so.

"Shall we go already?" My father asks, taking my mother's hand and inviting us to a huge yacht, where some of the guests have already moved and we soon end up there too with everyone else.

During the time when everyone was gathering and working up their appetite, it was already getting dark and the lit lights of the yacht created an indescribable wonderful atmosphere of a warm summer night there.

Even though I was surrounded by strangers for a couple of hours without fully understanding what was happening, my inner state now reflected only a tickling anticipation of fun time with my friends when the official part of the celebration finally ends, trying to throw Elizabeth and Boyd being somewhere near me out of my mind.

"You look magnificent today, Y/n." She reminds me of herself exactly a minute after I thought about her, quietly approaching me from behind again, when I stand near the railing with a glass of champagne in my hand, admiring the calmness of the ocean.

I turn to her and the warm look is already fixed on my face, creating a feeling of perplexity in me, which gradually embodied in a creeping blush on my cheeks. I can't help it every time I get close to her, my body seems to betray me, completely refusing to follow the orders of a sane head, preferring to listen to my desperate heart.

"Thank you, El. You should've seen yourself though," I compliment her back, watching the tender smile spreading on her half-lit face.

"Why are you standing here alone?" She also leans on the railing, breathing in the fresh evening air.

"I'm waiting for the official part to end, because my mother has already made several remarks to us because of the fact that we laughed out loud." I'm not at all offended by her, because I know how important this day is for her, so I decided to just wait here until we can finally properly hang out.

"Oh yes, I heard that," she smiles looking off into the distance, "you have big plans for today, huh?"

"Well, if drinking, eating and dancing can be called big plans, then yes, of course." In fact, I don't need anything more than this, except for the sometimes unhealthy desire to have Elizabeth all by myself, but today we won't talk about it.

"Sounds great if you ask me," she looks up from the crystal clear water to me, but before she can say anything else, Boyd's voice behind us asks her to come over to him and talk with some guests. Elizabeth gives me an apologetic smile and hurries back to the man, whispering that she'll see me later, leaving me alone with my thoughts again.

I need to get used to the idea that he will always be her priority, even though it hurts worse than a sharpened knife. He can give her everything that I can't: financial stability and security, protection from any kind of troubles, she will always feel behind him like behind a stone wall, unlike me, who is literally nobody in this life.

All I have is the merit of my parents, and if not for them, I would probably be working at a hated job, still not knowing how to make my life better. Although on the other hand, I probably wouldn't have such problems associated with unwanted feelings for people with whom I was not destined to be.

"...So today we're going to celebrate all our achievements over the years, congratulations, we are starting!" is heard from the speakers and turned on loud music means that I can stop my miserable flow of reasoning and finally join my girls to distract my mind from everything overwhelming.

"That shit tastes amazing," Madison says drowning the third glass of her drink in a row while me and Liv stare and her with wide eyes.

"Slow down a bit, we're not going to chase you on a jet ski again like we did last year," I remind the girl and she just rolls her eyes in response.

"For your information, I can drink more than both of you put together and still feel better," she huffs playfully, wiping the corners of her mouth with her thumb, and me with Olivia just look at each other with a smirk, knowing full well that she's right.

I'm not really in the mood to get drunk today, afraid of embarrassing myself in front of so many people, so after a couple of glasses of champagne, I decide that it's enough for now and it's the time to hit the dance floor.

Fortunately, today's music is quite to my taste and I barely noticeably whisper the words under my breath, moving to the beat of the songs sounding from the speakers. Giving myself completely to the loud beat, my movements become more free and the crowd around me fades into the background, allowing me to better immerse myself in the dance and let go of all my worries at least for a while.

Mads has already managed to find a new goal for today and went to seduce another handsome man standing at the bar with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

"Our favorite man-eater," Olivia says, staring at her. "I'll go get us another glass of champagne, okay? Be right back," she leaves before I can say that I don't want it yet, but it's already too late.

Turning around to go get something to eat from the snack table, I immediately bump into someone's chest and lift my head slightly up to see a tall brunette with stubble and brown eyes looking at me with a charming smile.

"Hey, you must be Y/n?" The deep bass of the guy surprises me, because it doesn't suit him at all.

"Yes, and you are...?" I expect him to finish the sentence by saying his name.

"Charles, nice to meet you. I just talked to your parents and that's why I know your name, don't be scared, I'm not some kind of stalker," he smiles at me again, taking his hand out of his pocket and holding it out to me. I automatically do the same and he gallantly brings my hand to his lips, kissing it like a real gentleman and at the same time some slow song starts to play. Oh lord, am I in some clichéd romantic Netflix movie again?

"Nice to meet you too," I reply, and my attention suddenly shifts to the couple standing a few feet away on the dance floor. Elizabeth smiling at her fiancé and hugging his neck tightly, slowly moving with him in a romantic dance is far from what I would like to see right now. It's the thing that I was afraid, but still expected to ruin my today's mood.

"Do you want to dance?" The man in front of me asks, still looking straight at my face and I get distracted from the unpleasant picture that appeared before my eyes. I was about to say no, but El's laughter, reaching my ears even through the loud music, instantly made me change my mind.

"Yes, that would be great," I smile at Charles, wrapping my arms around his neck and letting him do the same, but with my waist. If Elizabeth has a happy love life, what's stopping me from trying to have my own? Even if it's not backed up with the most healthy motives, now I absolutely don't care, since the veil of jealousy has already begun to overshadow my mind.

These thoughts and feelings make me hug the man even tighter and at that moment my gaze collides with the eyes that are gradually destroying my life and common sense.

I'm engulfed by the feeling that life suddenly goes into slow motion, as if screaming at me about the specialness of these seconds, when her gaze expresses a mixture of regret and silent apologies. But I, being captivated by my sense of disappointment, take my eyes somewhere to the floor, not wanting to succumb to her power over me.

The song changes again to something more agile and I, thanking Charles for the dance, find Liv in the crowd, head towards her, noticing my shortness of breath and slightly trembling hands, indicating the beginning of an anxiety attack.

"Who is this charming man you just gave your dance to?" The girl asks, glancing at the young man who is still looking at my back, but noticing my agitated state, she asks: "Hey, Y/n/n, are you alright? You look kinda pale."

"I'm not sure, I'm not sure of anything," I start babbling, gradually giving control over me to my anxiety.

"Look at me," she takes my face in both hands, "let's go get some fresh air where there's no one, yeah? Will it be better this way?" I just nod in response and let her to take me to a quiet corner of the yacht.

"You know, Liv," I begin, recovering my breath and regaining my senses, "I just now realize how much it hurts to see her with another person, knowing that he was the one who won the lucky lottery called life." My whole body tenses, but I still continue.

"When I met her," I take a deep breath, "I had no idea it will become like that. I thought the worst that could happen it's having a harmless crush on her. But that amount of emotions that her presence in my life is giving me it's...it's killing me inside, Liv," saying that out loud nearly makes a few tears to run down my cheeks and my friend only gently hugs my shoulders, giving me some physical comfort.

"I understand, Y/n, I really do. I'm sorry this happened, but it's not too late to put everything back in its place, right? There is no any romantic relationship between you two, you haven't yet crossed the point of no return. I believe that you will be able to overcome this period, although it won't be easy. Either way, I'm always here for you, I promise." Her sympathetic smile and sincere look make me also believe in my own moral strength, although at the moment it doesn't seem possible to me to ever get over her.

"Thank you, Liv, really. I think it's better for me to be alone right now and rethink things, if you don't mind. I'll go up to the upper deck, there seems to be no one," I inform her and she just nods in understanding, agreeing with me.

I sit comfortably on a leather sofa, admiring the starry sky without a single cloud and a hint of bad weather, the calming atmosphere of a quiet night helps me gradually find inner balance.

Taking a few deep breaths of the soberingly fresh sea air, my mind begins to sort things out, allowing me to fully understand what I should be doing next. I'm slowly re-establishing all causal relationships when, in the background, music is muffled from the lower deck and someone's voice pulls me out of the small trance in which I have been for the past few minutes.

"Y/n?" It's as if on purpose she doesn't let me forget about her, constantly reminding me of her presence and strengthening my feelings, which I want to destroy so much. Even though they make me feel alive, pain is not something I'm willing to give a part of myself to.

"Yes?" I turn my head to the source of the sound, meeting the attentive gaze of the reason for my being here.

"Why did you leave everyone? Are you feeling well?" She walks over to the couch, but still doesn't sit next to me, continuing to stand and look down at me. I don't feel completely comfortable in this position, so I get up as well and head to the edge of the deck with her following me behind.

"I feel good, I just can't be around a lot of people for a long time," I squeeze out all my strength to smile, but apparently I fail as she doesn't return this gesture to me.

"Who was this guy you were dancing with?" I can't quite read her gaze, but something ambiguous settled there, not allowing me to take my eyes off hers.

"I only know his name, I didn't have time to find out anything else," my honest answer doesn't change the hint of jealousy in her stare and I just purse my lips, letting her know that I have nothing more to say.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," she covers my hand on the railing with hers, squeezing it in a warm touch. Surprise spreads over my features because I don't fully understand her intentions.

"You didn't do anything wrong, El." I turn my body fully towards her without removing my hand from her touch, and she does the same, coming a few inches closer to me. My heart feels like it's going to either burst out of my chest or just crumble into sand due to the tension our contact creates.

"I might do it now." Her lower lip trembles slightly, drawing my attention first to it, then to her flushed cheeks, and finally to her mesmerizing eyes, on which a piece of yellowish light from a lantern falls so beautifully.

"What do you mean?" I ask above the whisper, unable to tear my eyes away from her heavenly features and the storm of emotion in her gaze, penetrating every cell of my body.

Ignoring my question, Elizabeth only begins to lean towards me, reminding me of that very moment in the park when I had enough willpower to refuse her. Realizing that this time I don't find a drop of strength in myself to do the same, I don't move at all, allowing the time around us to freeze on its place.

Her hand finds its place on my cheek, slowly stroking it with her thumb. "Tell me to stop, if you truly want me to." Her breath on my lips and her eyes filled with tears don't allow me to say a word and I remain silent, when her forehead touches mine.

The feelings that overwhelm me at the moment are gradually embodied in tears, filling my eyes in the same way as the woman's in front of me.

Letting one last short breath leave her lips, she finally connects them with mine, pouring into the kiss all those untold feelings that we both tried so hard to avoid. Both of us were too weak to resist the strongest emotions that completely consumed us, not leaving a single chance to remain sane.

I wrap my arms tightly around El's neck, pulling her as close to me as possible, craving her lips on mine more than anything in the world and both of her arms drop to my waist, squeezing it in a desperate attempt to keep me glued to her.

Our long-awaited kiss embodies every second of the mutual desire to be with each other for all eternity, allowing tears to leave our eyes, soaking our cheeks due to the inability to say out loud what didn't fit in the heart. Our lips are like perfect puzzle pieces that have found each other after so many years.

I'm sure I was made for her and she was made for me, but the realization that we can't have a future together makes me gently break the kiss right before Elizabeth is about to deepen it.

"You know that this is an unaffordable luxury for us?" I ask, leaning my forehead on hers with my eyes still closed.

"We can work it out," her whisper on my lips almost causes me to pull her into another sweet kiss.

"Will you still marry him?" I'm asking a question on which absolutely everything depends right now, since I will not be able to go through this hell both mentally and physically. I'm too afraid that this will finally kill in me the remnants of hope for a happy future and the ability to love someone again.

Faced with silence, I move away from her face a little, trying to find an answer in emerald eyes lowered to the floor and already guessing what awaits us.

"You know I don't have a choice, Y/n, but we will definitely find our way, I promise." The last drop of hope evaporates from my body, causing me to move away from the woman and remove my hands from her body.

"I can't let you do this to us, El." I want to break into strong sobs, I want to scream out everything that has accumulated in me, but the phrase leaves my mouth in a barely audible whisper on the verge of crying.

I needed the courage to cut her out of my life much earlier, so that now I wouldn't have to do the same thing, but with much more pain and regret, tearing off a piece of my soul along with it.

A few minutes destroyed the only thing that gave my life meaning.

"You can't do that," her shaky voice and bewildered look in her eyes don't make things any less painful.

"Elizabeth, words fail the depth and complexity of my feelings for you," regret seeps into my voice and look.

"I trust you with my life, but I can't trust you with my heart, I'm sorry." My last bitter words are crushing both of our souls, as I leave the woman there, hearing her sob coming from behind me. We will never have a happy end, I think to myself while quietly letting the salty tears escape my tired eyes.

A/n: first i had so much fun writing this but then ended up in tears cause i hurt my own feelings 😐

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fific7 · 3 years

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Evil Twins - Part 1

Billy Russo & Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Summary: When two worlds which have already collided then collide with yours - that’s an explosive situation.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with quite a lot of lemon zest 🍋 My Fantasy Punisher/Shadow and Bone crossover AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

New York City

Billy Russo awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed and grabbing for his Glock. What the hell? Thunder was rumbling loudly overhead and he sighed, putting the gun back under his pillow and laying his head back down. It was probably the bright flash of the lightning followed by the beginning of the thunderclap that had awakened him.

He was just closing his eyes again when he spotted something, only vaguely visible in the dim light from outside, in the corner of his room. It was…. swirling?

Grabbing his gun again, he sat up and pointed the Glock at the corner. It was getting bigger. “You’ve got two seconds to show yourself before I blow your fucking head off,” he announced, calmly.

He squinted a bit to get a better look but it didn’t make much difference. What the fuck was it?! Smoke? He decided he had no choice and leant over, switching on the wall-mounted bedside light.

The… smoke cloud?… was still increasing, becoming bigger and blacker with every second. Then he saw the vaguest silhouette of a tall figure within it, moving towards him. He leapt out of bed, on the far side of it so it was between him and whatever the fuck this was.

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Aleksander Morozova - or General Kirigan, the Darkling, the Black Heretic, the Starless Saint, whichever of his many names he decided to call himself at any given point in time - could see a tall figure brandishing some kind of strange gun at him as he began to emerge from the swirling shadows.

Following certain unfortunate incidents - including a huge and furious argument with his darling mother - he’d decided it would be politic to get out of Ravka for a while, much as he didn’t really want to. But this wasn’t where he should’ve ended up. What was this place?

He emerged completely from the shadows and immediately felt something bounce off his kefta. He heard a ‘ding’ and looked down at the wooden floor at his feet. A bullet.

Looking quickly back up, he saw that the man opposite him was glaring at him, eyes wide and unbelieving, gun still pointing at him. He also realised that looking at this man was like looking in a mirror.

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Billy was dumbfounded. He’d just shot the fucker! And the bullet had bounced off him. Fuck. He threw the gun down onto the bed and slid his hand under his other pillow, pulling out his Ka-Bar. No way he’d get past that.

He took a moment to have a good look at the dude opposite him.

Dressed in riding boots and some kinda long black tunic thing, with a black fur-collared full-length cape over it. What a freak! Was he a goth or something? But then he realised something even freakier…. this guy looked exactly like him.

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The two of them were still contemplating each other, when finally Billy spoke. “Who are you? And what are you?”

Aleksander laughed. “Usually it’s me asking those questions.” Billy huffed, “You’re in my fuckin’ apartment, so just answer them!” He saw the guy draw himself up, and he said, “I am Aleksander Morozova, also known as General Kirigan, commander of the Second Army of the Grisha.”

“Means fuck all to me,” grunted Billy. “One name not enough for you? And why do you look like me? Are you some kinda shapeshifter or somethin’?”

“I have many names because I am centuries old. And I don’t know what a… shapeshifter?…is,” said the other, “…but I am the Shadow Summoner. And who are you? Where is this?” he waved a hand round at the apartment.

Billy scoffed, “Centuries old?!! Oh fuck off. You’re the same age as me by the looks of ya! I’m Billy Russo, ex-US Marine Lieutenant and now CEO of Anvil. That’s a security company, mainly staffed by ex-military vets. And this….” he also waved his hand around, “…is my penthouse apartment in New York City.”

Aleksander shook his head, “I have never heard of that place.”

Billy eye-rolled, “How can you not have heard of New York?!” he asked, incredulously. “And what the fuck is a Shadow Summoner?”

“It’s becoming obvious we are from two different worlds. I seem to have been diverted from my intended course, I don’t know why,” shrugged Aleksander. “Well maybe it’s time you took off to wherever it is you were headed for in the first place,” said Billy.

“It seems that I have been brought here for some specific reason,” replied Aleksander, “and it also seems I cannot leave for the moment, I have already tried.” He waved both hands around, firstly extending and then curling up his fingers, watching them closely as he did but it was clear that nothing at all was happening. “You see? Nothing. It is worrying to me. My shadows are no longer obeying my commands at present.”

Billy sighed and perched on the edge of his bed, “Great! Just fuckin’ great! This is just…! So when can you leave?” The other man spread out his arms, “I have no idea.”

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Devon, UK

Way across the Atlantic, you were already hard at work in your little bookstore in Appledore, Devon. You had a snug apartment above the store and had filled it with lots of your favourite things. It was a cute little coastal town and you loved living there. The community was small and friendly especially in the winter months, only increasing in summer with all the tourists who came to stay. As long as you made a decent living during the holiday season - which you normally did - then winter was a much calmer, chilled time of year.

You added a final book to the new display in the centre of your store and stepped back to take in how it was looking. Yeah, not bad if you did say so yourself. It was comprised of a fantasy trilogy for young adults about some ancient guy who could summon up shadows, and was a bit of a villain from what you could tell from the story synopsis on the book covers.

Not your cup of tea, to be honest. Generally speaking, all types of action stories were more your thing - something with a bit of ‘va-va-voom’. In fact, you were looking forward to tonight when you’d decided you were going to sit down with a nice tub of ice cream and rewatch one of your favourite series. The one with a relentless avenging ex-Marine whose family had been killed and his psycho ex-Marines buddy. Who happened to be rather hot to your mind.

You sighed a little, heading back behind the counter. That was the only thing about Appledore. It was a lovely place, but there was a distinct lack of hot guys.

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New York City

Billy and Aleksander were sitting on separate sofas in Billy’s living area, eyeing each other warily. Aleksander had been trying to explain to Billy all about his world, the Grisha, the Fold, volcras, Ravka, the Sun Summoner, sand skiffs - as much as he could.

It had blown Billy’s mind, to be honest. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. In turn, he’d explained all about his military career and the shitshow which had eventually developed once he’d come back to New York. Aleksander looked as equally confused as Billy.

Billy sighed, “I mean, what the hell are you gonna do? You don’t belong here. I need to go to work in a couple of hours. I’m not leaving you here so I’d need to take you to Anvil with me, and you sure as hell can’t go out looking like that.”

Aleksander looked down at his kefta which he’d unbuttoned. His cape was draped over the back of the sofa. “What is wrong with the way I look?” he huffed. “S’pose I could always say you were going to a Comic Con,” muttered Billy. “A what?” “A Comic Con. it’s where fans of fantasy comics go to have fun. They dress up as their favourite characters sometimes. I could always say it was cosplay.”

Aleksander shook his head, “I still don’t understand what you’re talking about. Are you saying I’d look out of place in my uniform? All the Grisha wear these,” he pointed at his kefta. “Not what we wear here,” said Billy, “…and I still don’t get why you look so much like me.”

“I have no idea!” said Aleksander, through gritted teeth, “I told you that already!” “Alright, alright! Calm down.” “I AM CALM!!!” roared the other man.

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New York City

Slightly later that morning, Billy was showered, suited and booted and ready for work. He’d persuaded his uninvited visitor to put on a borrowed leather jacket of Billy’s over his kefta as Aleksander refused to take it off. He’d also made him put on a pair of black trainers, which he’d done very reluctantly. These two items had instantly transformed the freaky-looking guy into someone at least a little more acceptable to your average New Yorker.

Aleksander was wriggling around in the jacket, “It’s not very comfortable.” Billy heaved yet another large sigh - he felt like this was all he’d been doing this morning - “Look, just wear it! You’ll get used to it.” He noticed the other guy sniffing at the collar of the jacket, then his eyes lifted to Billy’s, “You wear perfume?!” “Men’s cologne,” snapped Billy, “or aftershave, as it’s also known because - guess what! - you use it after you’ve shaved!”

His fingers stroking his chin, Aleksander nodded, “Okay, that I understand. We do not use this perfume in Ravka.” “Cologne!” yelled Billy. “Fine, cologne then. Why don’t you like it when I call it perfume? That’s what it is, after all.” “Women wear perfume. Men wear cologne. Okay? Now c’mon, I’m gonna be late.”

Billy strode over to his front door and tried to open it. The handle wouldn’t budge. He shook it, rattled it, pulled the door handle back and forward, exerting more and more strength but nothing worked. He stood back from the door. “It won’t open,” he said, rather unnecessarily. He looked at Aleksander, “Is this you? Or something to do with you?” “No!” he protested, “I have nothing to do with this.”

A somewhat raspy female voice spoke from behind them, “No, but I do.”

The two men swung round, both gaping as they saw that there were what could only be described as rippling waves distorting the whole interior of Billy’s flat. The light had also diminished quite drastically and then they both saw a woman’s head and shoulders start to become defined and then fully visible in amongst the ripples. She seemed to float there at head height but she obviously wasn’t physically present.

“Mother!” exclaimed Aleksander.

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Devon, UK

You snuggled down amongst the soft cushions on your sofa, tub of ice cream and spoon in hand and scrolled to the series you were looking for. It was quite gory in places but you loved it - except for the bit right at the end where the hot dude got killed. That made you sad although you couldn’t deny he definitely had psychopathic tendencies.

As you were looking for the one you wanted to watch, another series caught your eye in the ‘Suggested for You’ section. Hey, it must be based on that trilogy of books you had in the store right now. Maybe you’d give it a try after you’d finished your current one.

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New York City

“Mother?” echoed Billy, “….what’s going on here?!”

The woman’s head swivelled towards him then back to Aleksander. “My two boys, together again. How sweet.”

“What!?” said the two men in tandem. She gave a bitter laugh, “How I managed to produce two such problematic children, I’ll never know.” “What are you talking about, Baghra?” ground out Aleksander. Billy was just standing there, dumbfounded and looking between the two of them when suddenly her glare focussed in on him.

“Maxim.” Billy returned her stare, “I’m Billy!” he corrected her. She shook her head, “You will forever be Maxim to me. And as I’m your mother, do not argue with me. Now…. no doubt Aleksander has been making a great fuss about how he’s many centuries old, has he?” “He did mention it,” said Billy, begrudgingly. She nodded, “I thought he might have. Listen to me, both of you. You are twins, so obviously you were born within minutes of each other. To me.” The two men exchanged glances, before looking back at her. “It became obvious to me that Aleksander - from a relatively early age - was going to cause himself and everyone around him nothing but trouble and strife, so I took a radical step.” “What did you do, Baghra?” questioned Aleksander.

“If you’d have patience, I’m trying to tell you!” she snapped, before continuing, “I got one of the few Heartrenders in existence at that time to take Maxim out of Ravka to a secret location. There, he placed him in long-term suspended animation. When you…” she pointed an accusatory finger at Aleksander, “….started all that nonsense with the Sun Summoner and hunting for the stag, I travelled with another Heartrender to where Maxim was, and brought him out of his enforced hibernation. I had to protect him as there was no guarantee you’d survive, Aleksander.” She stared at his scowling face and carried on speaking.

“He had no memories remaining of his past life and so I took him into the forest, there is a portal there which only I know of. There used to be more knew about it but I am the only one left now. Other universes can be reached through it. And I decided to send Maxim to another one. This one. It was only three months ago in Ravkan time, but in this universe more than thirty years have passed.”

“Wait… what?!” Billy was pissed. “You… you just threw me into some portal and walked away? Not knowing where I would end up?” “I had to save one of my sons!” she spat out, “…the other one had lost his mind and was on a collision course with disaster!” Billy put his head in his hands, before looking up again and raging at her, “I was abandoned for a second time by the woman I thought was my mother in this universe! She was a drug user, a total mess! I was placed in an orphanage… it was terrible!” He saw a remorseful look pass over her face for a split second, “I am sorry, Maxim! But I had no choice. Then I had to step in again when he…” pointing again at Aleksander, “….was nearly killed by volcras. I managed to get him to the portal before he fully regained consciousness. He thinks it was his idea to leave Ravka after we had an argument, but I managed to plant that idea in his mind before I pushed him into the portal.”

Billy and Aleksander both snorted in unison, then glanced at each other again. Billy looked back at her, “You’re sorry? That doesn’t quite cover it. I went to war! And now I’m in a very bad situation due to things which went down in Afghanistan during that war.” Aleksander chipped in, “And how dare you make a decision like sending me to another universe without consulting me first?”

The sigh Baghra gave echoed round the apartment. “You are a pair of ungrateful whelps! And now it sounds like I have to get you of trouble too!” She pointed at Billy this time. “I firstly had to find some very old documents about it, but I managed to find out how to enter the limbo section of the portal, which this is, because I wished to speak to both of you before I sent you on your next journey.” She lifted her hands and swirled them around in a kind of ritualistic fashion, “Be on your way to the next universe!” she chanted, and suddenly the rippling got even more pronounced.

Billy and Aleksander began feeling overwhelmingly dizzy, feeling as if they were falling but in fact realised they seemed to be rushing through time and space.

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Devon, UK

It was Saturday tomorrow so because you could sleep in a bit as you opened later, you finished the first series (but not the second one - it always upset you) of the one you’d originally been watching, and had then moved on to the one based on the trilogy.

You peered more closely at your TV screen - yeah! you were right, the hot bad guy looked so similar to the hot bad dude in the other series they could be twins! Was it the same actor? You’d need to check on the credits but it must be, surely.

No reflection on the series you were watching, but having finished your ice cream you dozed off during episode 6.

You woke up - you had no idea how much later - and as you sat up slightly, realised that you were feeling very strange. Standing up from the sofa, you were so dizzy that you collapsed back down onto it. You tried not to panic, but you’d no clue as to why you felt so unwell all of a sudden.

Then you noticed that your apartment appeared to be rippling. Rippling??!! What the…. The rippling waves began to die down a little and you were suddenly aware of two looming figures standing over you. Their outlines and features slowly became more defined, more solid, and eventually you realised you were looking up at both the hot bad dudes from the TV.

Of course you were.

Okay, your reeling mind said to you, maybe the celestial Powers That Be had been listening when you were complaining about the lack of hot guys in your town.

They were both looking down at you, clear interest in their eyes. Maybe because you were wearing silky shorts with matching tank T. Your sleepwear didn’t leave too much to the imagination.

So you stared at them, and they stared right back at you, although again you were acutely aware of two sets of very dark eyes roaming all over your body.

You wondered if someone had spiked your ice cream.

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malfoysstilinski · 3 years

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Hi!!!! Can I request a Draco Malfoy smut where the readers gives him a blowjob before the game, and they fuck after?

rewards | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

PAIRING: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: public sex, degradation kink, oral sex (both receiving), spitting, hair pulling, rough sex, probably more.

AN: sorry it’s been a while. nothing’s wrong, i’m just lazy :)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK/POST TO OTHER PLATFORMS.

“Calm down, Draco,” you murmur, running your hand across your boyfriend’s shoulder as he curses out Potter one more time. “You’re a far better Seeker than Potter. One of the best Slytherin’s ever had. The team would be nothing without you.”

Draco sighs, running a hand through his blond hair. It flops back onto his forehead immediately, soft and shiny from the lack of product in it. He never puts any gel in when he plays, knowing the wind and sweat will only mess it up later. You prefer it this way— natural and soft so you can run your fingers through it easily if you want.

“I hate him,” Draco grits his teeth. “I really do.”

“Fred and George were bluffing,” you refer to the way that they had previously been mocking Draco before the Gryffindors entered their changing rooms. “He won’t beat you.”

“I know,” Draco states, though he doesn’t sound as confident as he usually does.

You know how you could get some adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Draco’s lost in thought as he adjusts his Slytherin jersey in the mirror inside the changing room you’d snuck into. The rest of his team mates were already dressed and hanging around some benches, so you’d grown worried when you realised Draco was still inside.

You take his moment of distraction to smooth your hand down his strong arm. Draco glances at you through the mirror, eyes darkening at the realisation of what you’re doing when you purposely trail your fingers back up his arm lightly. Your eyes meet his in the mirror.

“Y/N...” he warns.

“You have fifteen minutes until you have to be out there,” you say, gliding your hand back up his arm. “Give me seven— max.”

Draco’s brows raise slightly at your proposal and he turns so he doesn’t have to watch you through the mirror anymore. Your other hand now moves to his other arm, but instead of doing the caressing game on it to get him all hot and bothered, you grab him and move him backwards.

Draco feels the back of his legs hit the wooden bench behind him and he drops down onto the seats. Your hand grabs his chin, fingers gliding across his strong jaw as you forced him to look into your eyes.

Your leg pushes his even further apart and you slowly fall down onto your knees, his silver storms studying your every move. Hands smooth out his trousers, and then grab his knees as you lean up, pressing your lips against his. He sloppily kisses back as your fingers trace back to the zipper of his trousers, undoing them.

As you manage to pull his dick out of his underwear, Draco’s hand twists into your hair, pulling slightly when you start to jerk him up and down, feeling him harden to his full potential. His lips continue to work against yours until your thumb swipes over his tip, coming back sticky with precum, and that’s when he tugs your hair back roughly.

You whimper at the pain, looking up at the sneering look on his face.

“That’s a minute gone,” he warned, “You should be spending the rest it far more usefully.”

His hand shoves your head down, closer to his cock. It twitches slightly as your mouth closes over the top of it, your tongue flattening as you use the tip of your muscle to run across his shaft whilst you suck.

“Fuck,” he hisses, “See? Much more effective when you use your mouth on other places.”

You don’t reply, you’re too busy ensuring that Draco’s mind is blown. Your hand that had been previously gripping his thigh moves to the base of his cock, and you jerk it up and down as you spit down his length, using your saliva to slick him up.

Draco’s hand scrunches in your hair harder and his head tilts back, jaw clenching. He swears he can see stars as his hand shoves you down further, hearing and feeling you gag around him. Your eyes water and you breathe through your nose the best you can as you bob your head up and down.

You pull off of him after three minutes. “Please use me, Draco,” you beg him, reaching down and moving you hand beneath your skirt. “Fuck my face like I’m just your toy.”

“You are just my toy,” Draco spits as he stands, grabbing the sides of your head and sliding his cock back into your warm mouth. “It’s all you are, all you’ll ever be. You’re such a useless slut- your only purpose is to make me cum.”

He pulls out of your mouth but before you can close it, he grabs you by your cheeks and squishes your face together. As he gives you room to open your lips, Draco spits directly into your mouth and then thrusts his cock back inside.

“Mhmmm,” you moan around him, the vibrations causing Draco to pick up the pace as he thrusts in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

Your choking sounds and the wet noises of your throat only drive him to go faster, knowing for a fact that your throat will be wrecked after this. But you willingly let him.

Draco smacks your arm. “Stop touching your pussy. Toys don’t get to cum. Only if I say so.”

You obey and peer up at him as he continues to thrust into you. When Draco looks down and your eyes meet, you feel him twitch again inside your mouth and you know he’s done. A loud groan escapes his lips, his head throwing back and his cum spurting from his tip. It goes straight down your throat as he thrusts lazily, grip tightening on your hair. You swallow it all.

Draco breathes nearly as heavily as you as he pulls his cock out of your mouth. He glances down when he’s recovered, finding you with mascara beneath your eyes, lips swollen and hair messy, cheeks flushed. Some of his cum had managed to land on your bottom lip.

He reaches down, his thumb swiping it off before he shoves it into your mouth. You suck eagerly, making Draco smirk.

“Good slut,” he says, “You’ll be rewarded for staying truthful to your word.” He looks down at your watch. “Six minutes. A minute earlier than you promised.”

You fight the urge to smirk. By now you know Draco and what he likes like the back of your hand.

“For now, I have a game to win.”

Draco didn’t lie. He caught the Snitch before Harry could, Slytherin beating Gryffindor by a landslide. Fred and George were left displeased, but Draco was as smug as ever. He waited in the changing rooms for all of his team mates to get changed and leave, his back to you when you finally peel open the door and step inside.

He’d slid off his jersey, leaving himself in just his trousers. You breathe out at the sight of his pale back, the muscles rippling as he reaches up and runs a hand through his sweaty blond hair. Draco turns to face you, face lifting into a smirk.

“I believe a congratulations is in order,” you smile proudly, ignoring the dampness in your underwear that had been there since before the game. Watching him soar across the pitch like a God hadn’t helped either. Or his words from before.

You wrap you arms around his neck, looking up into his silver eyes. His hands land on your hips, tugging you closer to him.

“Well, it’s all thanks to you, darling...” he says, hand moving to caress your cheek and brush the hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “And the motivation you gave me beforehand.”

“Hm?” You smile innocently.

“I believe I owe you a reward,” Draco says, “For making me cum. For being Slytherin’s biggest slut.”

“Draco,” you breathe, feeling a wave of arousal rush through you.

“Bend over the bench.”

You do what he tells you to do, sticking your ass up into the air slightly so your school skirt barely covers your lace knickers. Draco makes a sound of approval at the sight, his large hand brushing your ass and hooking onto your pants. He tugs them down to your ankles and brushes your skirt up, sending a swift smack to your ass.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, “Such a fucking perfect sight.”

“Draco, please,” you whine.

“Please what?” He demands.

“Please touch me,” you plead with him. “Make me cum.”

Draco’s behind you then, his finger swiping up your wet heat and collecting all of your arousal. He makes the usual comment about how wet you are, attempting to humiliate you, but you just agree eagerly.

“All for you,” you say.

“All for me, hm?” Draco murmurs as his fingers start to rub circles on your swollen clit. “Tell me more.”

“I couldn’t stop imagining this during your game,” you admit, whining when two of his fingers suddenly hook inside of you, curling up and hitting your walls. “I was clenching around nothing. Wishing it was you though.”

Draco thrusts his fingers in and out faster and rougher, your whines growing louder and a wet sound filling the empty changing rooms.

“Oh, yeah? What part of me?” Draco hums, “My fingers or my cock?”

“Your cock,” you cry out when he thrusts at your g-spot, your legs clamping together.

Draco smacks your ass and pries your thighs apart, pulling his hand away from your soaked heat. You nearly cry in disappointment, the tightening feeling in your stomach vanishing.

“You’ve been a good girl today, I suppose you deserve it,” Draco agrees, “Stand up. Remove your jumper and bra.”

You peel off the Slytherin jumper you’d been wearing in support of your boyfriend and then unhook your bra like he told you to. Draco reaches out and palms your breasts, tweaking painfully at one of your nipples and making you cry out.

He kicks up his jersey off of the ground and slides it over your head, your hard nipples peaking through it. He gropes at you underneath his green jersey.

“You look so fucking hot,” he hisses before he grabs your hips and turns you, slamming you up against the lockers.

Your cheek is pressed against the locker and you breathe heavily as his large hand reaches around to shove your bottom half our further. Your ass presses up against his erection as he pulls it out of his trousers again, sliding the tip up and down your soaked heat from behind.

“C’mon then, whore,” Draco demands roughly, “Don’t hold back. Show me how much you appreciate my cock in your worthless hole.”

He suddenly shoves into you. You immediately whine, clawing at the lockers you’re pressed against as Draco pulls out nearly all the way before slamming back inside. He does it again and again, slowly and teasingly at first just to listen to your pleads and moans, and then his hands move to grip your shoulders.

He starts to pound hard into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the changing rooms whilst he bites down on his bottom lip and works on thrusting as hard and fast as he possibly can.

“Dr-Draco!” You cry out. “You’re so— ah! You’re so fucking huge.”

“You were made for me,” Draco hisses against your ear from behind you as he doesn’t slow down the relentless fucking. “This pussy is mine. Mine to pleasure, mine to take from.”

“It’s yours,” you whine in agreement. “All yours.”

He reaches around and starts to rub against your clit. You scream as he uses his other hand to shove your face further into the locker. The pain mixes with the pleasure and has you trembling around him, crying out from a mixture of his cock sliding in and out of you and his slender fingers abusing your clit.

“Cum,” Draco orders, “Cum, you useless slut, or I will and then you won’t get to. Not until tomorrow.”

Draco smacks your clit and you shudder around him, crying out his name as your walls clench his cock unforgivingly. You pulsate, withering and clawing, your body jerking uncontrollably from between the lockers and Draco. Your orgasm is so intense that Draco has to shove you harder against the green lockers to stop his thrusting cock from slipping out of your drenched heat.

When you come down from your orgasm, panting and crying, Draco gives one more thrust and hisses your name, his cum suddenly flooding your walls. You moan as he gives a few more jerks.

“Yeah, take my cum, slut,” Draco pants, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

He eventually slides out of you, the two of you smiling slightly and covered in sweat. Draco runs a hand through his soaked hair and pulls himself back into his underwear and trousers. You slide your skirt back down so it’s covering you.

“That was amazing,” Draco murmurs, “Thanks for... well, distracting me before the game.”

You smirk and press a kiss to his lips. “Thanks for distracting me after the game too.”

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whereisten · 3 years

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Netflix and Chill (f,m)

(Part of the prompt game, but I got so many requests for Jaehyun I decided to combine them into one blurb lmao hope that’s okay with you guys😭)

Warnings: SMuT: fingering, breast fondling, impregnating kink, c*eampie

(Will definitely edit this later)

4. cold

13. motivation

17. icicles

18. train ride

22. snow globe

27. movie night

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[11:56 PM]

It’s movie night with your boyfriend, Jaehyun, but he can’t seem to stop glancing over at you. He finds the movie you two are watching on Netflix boring as it follows a boy and girl that meet on a train ride after both being cheated on the night before. The plot is slow and Jaehyun can only think about how good you looked in your New Year’s Eve outfit the night before. How you walked around with a coat over your dress outside, but teased him once the two of you were back at his place by wearing it over nothing.

You were too tired and hungover to do anything with him, so you both fell asleep and spent the entire day together. And now, Jaehyun felt as thought you owed him.

You’re cuddled up on the couch with your knees to your chest as you try to warm your body up.

“Are you cold?” He asks softly.

“I don’t know, it’s not like there aren’t icicles literally forming outside right now.” You mutter.

“Don’t get smart with me.” His hand drifts to your thigh, he squeezes it.

“Or what?” You raise an eyebrow and turn to him.

He smirks and tilts his head before biting his lip.

“I can keep you warm, if you’d like.”

“No, I’m enjoying the movie..” you turn back to the screen. Jaehyun always did this on your movie nights. He always ended up fucking you so you missed the movie, but tonight you really just wanted to watch something.

“Are you sure?”

He traces his hand over your thigh and presses his fingers closer and closer to your warmth.

“Jaehyun...Our motivation to stay inside and watch a movie was the snow storm, wasn’t it? We said we would watch a movie and cuddle.”

Jaehyun nods. “But we could have some fun as well, we should start the year right.”

“I want to watch the movie..”

“Let’s play a game, you can sit on my lap and watch it, how does that sound?”

“Fine, but don’t try anything.” You roll your eyes and climb over onto his lap. He chuckles lowly while still rubbing his hands slowly over your thighs.

You feel his hot breath against the back of your neck and find it difficult to focus on the movie now, but you were determined to watch it.

Jaehyun’s left hand doesn’t stop moving, he inches it closer to your apex and eventually pushes it past the waist band of your shorts. He rests his long fingers on your skin, exhaling when he doesn’t hear you protest.

You can feel his erection against your butt, but decide to do nothing about it.

“Mmmm..” he hums to get your attention then uses his fingertips to play with your clit. You bite your lip and widen your legs more, your eyes still glued to the screen. You had to admit, you weren’t really focused anymore, you were becoming hot and bothered by Jaehyun. You couldn’t put it off any longer.

“Are you gonna help me with this?” He whispers lowly into your ear while taking his member out of his boxers and stroking it. Goosebumps decorate your skin, but you don’t dare look over at his tempting dick.

You shake your head even as his fingers go lower and lower.

“Fine.” He pushes past your folds and fingers you with just his middle finger. You try to hold back a moan but fail.

Jaehyun laughs as he pumps his cock with his other hand, spreading his pre cum across it. He imagines that it’s your spit on his hard cock, that it’s your delicate hand stroking him.

His muscular arms engulf you as you drink in his fresh scent and heavenly grunts.

His chest is warm against your back, his lips just grazing your shoulder as they fall open to release another groan.

“Fuck..so wet, baby girl..”

“Jaehyun..you’re making this difficult.” You sigh and grab at your breasts under your oversized t shirt that you stole from him.

He adds another finger while smirking, he knows that he’s gotten to you and you can’t focus on anything but him.

You grind onto his fingers and whimper, swiveling your hips and pushing your butt into him more. You’re suddenly aching for more and chasing a climax brought upon by his wonderful fingers.

“I’ll make you a promise baby girl...” he curves his finger tips inside you to press against that spot he knows will make you fall apart in seconds.

“Jae..don’t..don’t stop..” your head falls back and you pump your breasts even harder.

But he ignores your high-pitched pleas and pulls you up off of him. He places you down beside him on the couch.

“Jae..” you pout.

He then picks up a snow globe from the center table and holds it up in front of you.

“Fuck me until all the snow comes down. Whether or not I cum, we will stop when all of it comes down and we’ll just watch the movie, okay?”

You nod and watch as he shakes the snow globe aggressively. You both laugh at how dramatic he is, but once he places it back onto the table, he turns to you and holds your face in his hands.

You kiss for what feels like years, however Jaehyun knows that his time is limited so he palms your breasts. He locks his eyes with yours as he drags your shorts down your legs slowly and bites his lip.

He then takes you back onto his lap with you facing him now. You bend your knees so that your legs are over his. He guides you down onto his hard cock while letting out the sexiest groan you’ve ever heard.

“Mmmm..so tight.” he places his hands over your ass to move it up and down onto him slowly. Your nipples stick out through the thin t shirt material, begging to be touched.

“I know you’re cold, but you’ll look so much better without this.” He takes your shirt off and tosses it across the room.

He then licks your nipples and thrusts up into your body as you cry out his name. Your hands find his wide shoulders and use them as an anchor.

You move faster, feeling your velvety walls close around his thick length like he’s the perfect fit. You feel every vein and ridge as he glides into you easily.

His length goes into you so deep, his swollen tip already presses onto your sweet spot. You moan as he continues to flatten his tongue against your nipple before sucking.

He pumps your breasts, watching as you throw your head back and move faster onto him.

He places his fingers onto your clit, rubbing circles to get you to clench.

“You like that, don’t you?” His husky voice lets out.

“Yes, baby...fuck.”

Your movement slows slightly as you get tired so he holds you by the waist and slides out of you. He places you down onto the couch and you immediately prop yourself up on your elbows and put your ass up in the air for him.

“Well, sweetheart, as much as I’d love to continue..it looks like our time has run our.” He chuckles and holds the snow globe in front of your face. Your face falls when you see that all of the snow has fallen to the ground.

“Jaehyun! Forget the snow globe, fuck me please.”

“No no, I keep my promises, you can watch your movie now..”

“Ugh!!! I hate you! This was your plan, wasn’t it?” You place your fingers into the space his cock left and begin to relieve yourself.

“I’ll just do it myself..” you grunt.

Jaehyun laughs quietly to himself then kneels behind you. He takes his shirt off then grabs your hair and snaps your head back.

“Tsk tsk, what a needy girl.”

He immediately grabs your wrist and forces your own fingers out of your trembling body.

He slides his dick into you and slams his hips against your ass.

“Oh..shit!” You cry out out as his grip on your waist tightens and he buries into you deep from your favorite angle. You grip the armrest of the couch as he pounds into you from behind.

Your bodies are hot against each other, you’re no longer cold as he fucks you into the couch without any intention of letting up on the forcefulness of his thrusts.

He places his hand into the small of your back, making you arch so that you feel his cock twitching in the base of your stomach.

You can’t think straight as the sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room. Across from the couch is mirror that you often watch yourselves in.

Jaehyun’s eyes are dark. He watches sweat form across you forehead, your breasts jerk forward with each push. His biceps and abs flex as well, and a strand of his brown hair falls into his forehead as he ruins you.

Your mouth falls open when he hits that one spot over and over. Your eyes shut tightly as you curse. over and over.

“Fuck... you take me so well” he pants as you clench. He pushes into you even faster while you rub your clit. The thought of you being so full of him that you leak for hours or possibly become pregnant turns him on even more.

He tugs on your hair. “look at me.” he demands with a threatening growl in his tone that just makes him sexier. Your eyes fly open and you look at him through the mirror once more.

He licks his lips. “I’m gonna cum in you, fill you up, that’s what you want, right?”

“Y-yes..fu—“ your eyes roll in the back of your head and your mind goes blank.

Jaehyun climaxes after, shooting strings of cum deep into you while holding you against him.

He falls on top of you and regains steady breathing as do you.

A few seconds pass and he pulls out of you and flips you over onto the couch.

“Fuck, that was good.” You fix your hair and wipe your wet eyes, but notice that Jaehyun still has that dangerous look in his eyes.

Jaehyun looks down at your legs dripping with his cum and feels himself getting hot again.

“Hey...” he runs his hands down your body, watching as you tremble and bite your lip.

“Do you want to shake the snow globe again, Princess?”

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imerdwarf · 3 years

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The Thought That Counts

Request from anon: During the civil war, you join team cap and go on the run with them. They stop off at a motel for the night and you’re sharing the room with Bucky who asks if you could brush his hair? 😪

Pairing: Beefy!bucky x reader

Warnings: Just lots of fluff :)

Author’s Notes: I really do appreciate requests, thank you for sending them into me!

Divider was made by me.

The dingy motel room was far from perfect from the yellow stained wallpaper peeling off from the corners of the room, the patterned old and grubby carpet was layered in black dust from years of neglect.

One panel in the window was boarded up, while one curtain hung pathetically off the curtain rings. It wasn’t ideal, it looked like an abandoned motel that was used in movies and tv shows.

Setting your little backpack down on the bed and rubbing your hands together to gather some heat, you were wondering on where you were going to sleep tonight as there seemed to be only one bed which was full of dust and it seemed to be inhabitable. Bucky didn’t seem to share your concerns of the room as much as you did, he was looking forward to his shower and going to sleep.

"Do you want the bathroom?" Bucky asked without looking up from his backpack. There was an unpleasant smell to the room, and it was quite a challenge not to heave with each inhale of breath.

"No, go ahead." You smiled but he still didn't make eye contact with you. Not that you could blame him, the four of you have been on the run for over 2 days, being cramped in the back of the small beetle car next to Bucky and then being forced to pair up to share a room, it seemed he couldn't get rid of you.

You tried not to dwell too much on it, maybe you were just tired and were overthinking everything as usual. You really didn't know him, maybe this was just how he is and he might not be used to having company.

Before you, Steve and Sam found him in Bucharest, Bucky lived in a very small studio apartment with little belongings. He was surrounded by his journals, the windows were covered in newspapers and he didn't have a bed. Just a single mattress on the floor.

Before you could stop them, your eyes were already welling up with tears as your feet stood grounded to the spot. There was nowhere to sit, you were tired, exhausted and you just wanted to go home.

The tears rolled down your cheeks but you quickly wiped them away with your sleeve when the bathroom door opened suddenly. The redness around your eyes didn't go amiss by Bucky, his features softened with concern. He didn't understand why Steve thought it was a good idea to drag you along with this mess.

"Are you okay?" Bucky kept his voice down, unsure of how thin the walls were. His senses picked up sounds from the neighbours upstairs so he knew they were relatively thin.

You nodded your head quickly and smiled, not really wanting him to worry about anything. His road to recovery was already long and broad enough without needing to carry your emotions too.

"Are you sure? I'm not really good with advice but I do have some good ears to listen." This made you chuckle and you reassured you were okay for the second time. He walked past you and squeezed your shoulder before digging through his backpack for a hairbrush. Bucky clicks his tongue and sighs, staring off into the distance.

"What's the matter?" You ask standing next to him. Bucky's hair curtains his face and it takes all of your strength to not reach out and tuck it behind his ear.

"I uh, I don't have a hairbrush." He bites his thumbnail and you chuckle, looking through your own backpack and finding a brush in the last zip up compartment.

"I could- I could brush it for you, if you want?" It's a genuine offer and Bucky seems taken aback by your kindness. It's the first time anyone has ever showed him such compassion. He seems hesitant as you see the cogs turning in his mind, you knew he was wondering if you'd hurt him. "I won't hurt you, I promise." Bucky sighs but nods his head as he kneels on the dirty carpet to reach your height. You stand behind him, combing his hair from his face and gently putting the brush through his shoulder length knotted locks. "If I brush too hard, please tell me." You tell him before keeping up with the gentleness.

It's something he really isn't used to, but something he could most definitely adapt. You brush out his knots before taking the hair tie and putting his damp locks into a bun.

"All done!" You rub your hands together and toss the brush onto your bag before standing in front of him to admire your work. There's just a couple of loose shorter strands that wouldn't quite reach the hair tie, but they didn't seem to bother Bucky in the slightest.

"Thank you." He smiles, his fingers feeling his hair and sighing. Bucky has only spent a few days with you, but he could tell very easily you're going to his favourite person.

"No problem." You smile, reaching your hand out to tuck those strands behind his ear. It gives you the opportunity to marvel at his features, Bucky really was something. Handsome, smart, brave. The stubble he was sporting lined his jawline perfectly and it looked so scratchy that you couldn't resist running your fingers over his cheek. The hairs pricked against the pads of your fingers. Bucky shuddered from your gentle touch.

The daze Bucky had pulled you into was disturbed when there was an abrupt knock on the door. You both took large steps away from each other.

"Sorry." You apologised, what for though, Bucky would never know. Maybe it was the fear of Steve or Sam catching you being too affectionate with him. Whatever thought that had run through your mind at the time, you really had nothing to be sorry for.

The motel door opened and Steve walked in with Sam behind him.

"There's a change of plans. Our location is compromised. We gotta leave now." Steve told you both and all you could do was nod.

You were cramped in the back of the car with Bucky again. Your eyes were really heavy from the lack of sleep you've gotten the last couple of days. Bucky stroked your hand and you looked at him, a goofy grin on his lips. "Lay your head on my chest doll, get some sleep." You nodded tiredly as your face slumped against his chest. The warmth that radiated from him was too inviting. Your arm instantly wrapped around his torso and Bucky rested his cheek on top of your head, making eye contact with Steve in the rear view mirror who gave him a knowing smile.

A knowing smile that there would always be light at the end of the tunnel.

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eddswrold-fandicc · 3 years

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TordMatt × Reader Smut

You twirled the skirt and admired yourself in the mirror. Hmm. Maybe this wasn't so bad.

Buying lingerie and sexy outfits was like a new hobby to you. You now have a small collection of lingerie, collars, socks, and other revealing outfits.

But this one- the newest to the collection- was a maid outfit that came with cat ears.

It came with a tail as well, but you weren't ready for that yet. So it was set aside for the future.

You smiled and fluffed the poofy skirt. You liked the way your body fit in it. It showed your curves and brought out the thickness in your thighs and breasts.

The knee-high socks also helped with that, but you haven't put them on yet.

Which sounded like a good idea. You opened the second drawer to your dresser and looked through your sock collection.

Lace? No. Ribbons? No. See through? Also no.

Your mind clicked when you found a pair of plain black socks. They were perfect to complete your outfit. You sat down at the edge of your bed and slid them up your legs. They clung onto the chubbiness in your legs, and made them profound.

You did another look in the mirror before snapping a photo to capture the moment. Every time you dressed up like this, you usually took a photo to save the moment.

Playing with your hair and looking through the few photos you took, your head snapped up as you heard your bedroom door click.

"Hey, Y/N, have you seen my- OH MY GOSH!"

A familiar ginger haired boy ran over to you, circling you and looking at the outfit you displayed.

"M-Matt!"

"Look at you! You look so cute!" He grabbed onto your face and squeezed it, mushing your cheeks.

Wow, could this get any worse?

Matt started exploding with questions. Questions like: Where did this come from? Do they have one in my size? Is there a tail with the cat ears? They're cat ears, right?

All while questioning you, he was touching you. Feeling the fabrics and such. Poking at the cat ears in your head.

You stayed silent, completely embarrassed to be standing in front of someone looking like this.

"OMG, Y/N! I can't believe how cute you look! You usually don't try and look homeless with your outfits. This is a great change!"

You sighed, ignoring the comment, "Thanks, Matt."

"Cute, indeed."

You and Matt turned your head to another familiar voice rippling through.

Tord leaned against your door frame, taking a drag from his cigar and blowing the smoke.

Did Matt leave the door open? Oh, God! Everyone in the house is going to know now! And Tord's a bloody perv, oh my gosh!

Thought were racing through your head as you watched Tord fully enter your room.

He slowly circled you, like Matt did, looking you up and down.

"Todd! Doesn't she look so adorable!"

Tord smirked, letting cigar smoke find it's way out of his mouth. The scent filled your room, making you internally groan. You hated the smell, and now it was on your sheets.

"Very."

Matt bounced, grabbing your shoulders, "Y/N, can I have a turn in it?"

Your eyes widened. You couldn't take this off now, not in front of the two. That would be so embarrassing.

You felt something wrap around your neck, snapping at the front and slightly pinching the sensitive skin.

A collar?! You left the damn drawer open, and Tord found that collection.

"Quite the collection, Y/N. I'm impressed." Tord opened your window and threw his cigar out. Good riddance.

"Jesus fucking christ, this can't be happening..." you put your face in the palms of your hands and slightly muttered to yourself.

You were lunged forward, almost colliding into Tord's face. Your faces were inches apart. You could smell the cigar scent running off of him.

"Only it is, my dear."

You noticed one of the leashes you had that came with a collar. It was wrapped around Tord's fist. When did he put it on? Nothing was felt.

"Ah, Tord! Don't be so rough with her. Give me that, you're doing it wrong."

Matt took the leash from Tord's hand, gently tugging you to him.

"I'm not doing it wrong, friend. Just being rough, is all."

You spoke up, "Uh, what's happening?"

"Sounds like Matt wants to have a little contest." Tord crossed his arms and arched a brow.

Matt tugged on the leash a bit harder, "Maybe I do!"

Tord walked back to the entrance of your room, shutting and locking the door.

Oh gosh, this perv was planning something sexual. Why aren't you saying anything to stop it? Why are you obeying them?

You swore it was the power of the outfit taking over your body.

But honestly. You liked the use of the leash and being pulled around between the two men. It felt right for some reason.

"Okay, then. Deal." The two guys standing in your room shook on it.

You were too zoned out to pay attention to what they agreed to. Too zoned out to even notice that Matt dropped the leash, and it was now hanging in front of your legs.

"Come here, Y/N." Tord sat on the bed, motioning for you to sit on his lap.

Instead of immediate action, you stared at him, unsure of what to do.

"Come here, beautiful." Matt sat next to Tord and motioned for you to sit on his lap as well.

You looked between the two, unable to decide. Were you really going to sleep with them? Would it make things awkward?

"Now, Y/N." Tord interrupted your thoughts with a command. He sounded more stern.

You found yourself slowly walking to him, not wanting to disobey. Honestly, with how kinky Tord was, you were scared to disobey him. Who knows what he would do to you.

But on the other hand, you were also curious to see what he would do to you.

So you went to Matt, gently sitting on his lap. You made eye contact with Tord and smirked.

"Good girl, Y/N." Matt wrapped his hands around you, giving you praise.

But Tord glared at you, "Bad girl, Y/N."

He thought for a moment and smirked, "Maybe a punishment is needed."

Matt started to gently kiss your neck and rub your body. The gentle kisses kind of tickled when they reached sensitive places.

"Ack-!" You were tugged back by the leash. It took you by surprise.

You looked up and saw Tord looking down on you, "You'll behave for me."

A slap was placed upon your ass. You jumped and tugged away from Tord, and into Matt's shoulder. He kissed and rubbed at your body as Tord spanked you.

God, the stimulations running through.

Tord had lifted the skirt, revealing the laced thong you were wearing to match your outfit. He delivered another slap.

The bare skin made it sting more as he spanked you again and again.

Matt started to gently take off your maid outfit, kissing your body as more was revealed. You let him slide off the top and skirt, leaving you in your bra and panties. And the socks, of course.

They admired your body, hands running along it. Matt tickled his fingers along your spine while Tord squeezed your thighs.

Each was attacking each side of your neck, leaving soft kisses, rough kisses, and bites.

Matt rubbed your thighs, slowly making his way up. The tip of his finger lightly rubbed the bundle of nerves hiding within the black panties.

Tord wrapped his strong hand around your neck, pulling your head back for a deep, wet kiss. He snaked his tongue into your mouth, dancing with yours. His hands going down to your breasts, giving them a nice squeeze. You reached behind and unclipped your bra, tossing it aside and giving Tord full access.

You softly moaned into Tord's kiss when Matt slipped his hand in your panties, giving skin to skin contact. He played with your clit, rubbing it in circles, while using his other fingers to rub at your wet entrance.

"Somebody's soaked," Matt whispered in your ear, giving you chills.

Matt gently pushed you off his lap so you were standing. He started to slowly slide your panties down, biting his lip and making eye contact.

Tord roughly took charge and ripped them off, then shoved you on the bed. He climbed on top of you, taking his shirt and pants off. You heard Matt's zipper in the background, not breaking eye contact with Tord.

He pushed his body onto you, passionately kissing you again. Matt climbed beside you, gently stroking his length.

Tord trailed passionate kisses down your body, stopping at your vagina. He didn't give you time to think, he just went down on you. He licked and sucked on the swollen bundle of nerves, making you arch your back, biting your finger to keep yourself from moaning.

"It's okay, darling. Don't be scared to make those pretty little noises for us~" Matt held his hard cock in front of your face.

You let Matt put his erection in your mouth, letting it muffle your moaning. Tord rubbed his fingers at your entrance, teasing it for what happens next.

As Matt lightly thrusted in your mouth, Tord roughly fingered you, trying to find that perfect spot. God, the overwhelming pleasure was going to kill you. You wanted them inside you, and to stop teasing.

Once Tord found your spot, you choked and moaned around Matt's dick. He leaned his head back, softly moaning.

You arched your back in pleasure, trying to take more of Matt in your mouth. It felt so good, you didn't want it to end.

But all things had to come to an end. Tord and Matt made eye contact, nodding as if they planned something. They both pulled away from you, leaving you a whimpering mess.

Matt sat you up and on his lap. Your back against him, facing Tord, who was between your legs.

Matt slightly lifted you up, placing you on his cock, and slowly sliding you back down. You softly moaned as you sat and adjusted on Matt.

After a few seconds, he started to slowly thrust into you. You leaned your head back on his shoulder, whimpering and softly moaning for him.

Tord scooted closer, positioning himself at your entrance as well. Matt stopped thrusting and let Tord slowly slide into you.

You groaned and bit your bottom lip. The stretch hurt, but it was more pleasurable than it was painful.

Matt started to rub your abdomen and thighs, comforting you from the blissful pain. His soft touches felt nice, and you wondered how he would be to just cuddle with.

Once Tord was fully in, he grabbed the leash and pulled you forward, into a kiss. This time, it wasn't wet or passionate. It was softer, adorable even. He pulled off, going down to your neck and whispering, "Are you ready, Y/N?"

You nodded, closing your eyes and preparing yourself.

Both males started thrusting at their own pace, throwing you off. Matt was going slow and gentle, but Tord was going a faster, more rough pace.

You grabbed onto Tord's shoulders, moaning so loud, it was almost almost scream. Holy shit, this was new. They both hit different spots inside you, driving you insane.

Matt picked up his pace, but still going gentle. He wrapped his arms around you and played with your breasts while planting soft kisses on your back. You could hear him softly moaning. The shakiness in his moans were cute.

Tord was breathing heavily, giving a few grunts here and there. His thrusts were starting to get sloppy as he reached his peak. He held your legs up, clinging onto them tightly as he reached his climax. He quickly pulled out as he came, groaning and resting his head on your leg. The face he made was hot to you. The way he looked so vulnerable.

You felt Matt tighten his grip around you, pushing his face in your back as his moans became more frequent. The shaky breaths and moans were driving you to your own orgasm. His thrusting became rougher as he moaned louder.

"Gahh, Matt~!" A flood of pleasurable relief flooded your body, all the while making you more sensitive.

Matt thrusted a few more times before spilling his warm cum inside you.

That had caught everyone off guard. You weren't on birth control.

"Dammit, Matt. Why'd you do that?!" Tord barked, obviously pissed.

"S-Sorry! I was too into it and forgot.. I'm so sorry, Y/N." Matt held onto you tightly as he pulled out. Hot cum leaked from you.

"I-It's okay. I'll figure something out." You turned around in Matt's arms and hugged him back. The poor ginger felt so bad, it's almost like he was going to cry.

"Everyone clean up. We'll go to the pharmacy." Tord had already gotten up and was buttoning his pants.

Matt nodded, letting you go and slowly getting up and dressed.

"I'm jumping in the shower." You put on your dirty clothes and went into the bathroom. You were hoping there was Plan-B at the pharmacy.

You got undressed in the bathroom, tossing your dirty clothes aside. You unclipped the leash from the collar and set it aside. Looking at the collar in the mirror, you realize this was the one that you lost the key to.

Meaning it was stuck.

You groaned and jumped in the shower anyways, washing the sweat and cum from your body.

Once out of the warm water, you wrapped yourself in a towel and made your way to Tord's room. Maybe his big brain can pick the lock.

You opened the door slightly, listening to it squeak. You looked for Tord, who was sitting on his bed, on his phone.

"T-Tord.. the collar is stuck."

He looked up from his phone, motioning you into his room. He took one look at you, and then went to his desk.

It was scattered with papers and a few tools.

He opened a drawer and pulled out a tiny screwdriver. You heard the shower running again, assuming I was Matt.

Tord lifted your chin and picked the lock off the collar, letting it release from around your neck. You sighed in relief; thank god you didn't have to go into public with a collar on.

You and Tord heard the shower stop, and saw Matt exiting the bathroom.

"Ready?" He sounded like he had been crying.

You nodded.

"Alright, let's go then." Tord tossed the car keys in the air and let them fall back in his hand.

You and Matt followed behind him outside and into the car, finally going to the pharmacy.

Luckily, they had Plan-B in stock.

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yourtamaki · 3 years

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history doesn’t repeat, it rhymes

sakusa x gn!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, elements of depersonalization, non-explicit mentions of sex

dedicated to: @onyxoverride (thank you for beta reading) & @saintdabi

you can’t remember the last time you saw your reflection.

it wasn’t deliberate, the way you turned your back to the full length mirror in your closet every morning when you got dressed, how you usually dodged your reflection coming out of the shower like you did just now. at least, not at first. not until you realized how much better you felt now that you didn’t have to come face to face with a stranger everyday. that was the only word to describe whatever lived in the mirror. a stranger. any recognizable part of you had rotted away long ago. all that remained now was an empty husk with dead eyes and a selfish heart. the same selfish heart that set you on this path in the first place.

was it worth it? you wanted to ask your past self. was his love worth what you did to yourself?

the very first night you met sakusa set the tone for the rest of your relationship. you’re still not entirely sure why you accepted your roommate, hinata��s, invitation to his team’s party to celebrate their record win streak. it probably had something to do with the puppy dog eyes he threw you. regardless, you went, wearing an outfit you were losing confidence in by the second and leaning against a wall as far from the drunk crowd as you could get. you never liked parties like this. too many people, too loud. but for your best friend, you were willing to grit your teeth and bare it.

a part of you, larger than you would ever admit, wishes you never looked to your left that day. wishes that you never spotted the curly haired man looking so sullen despite half his face being covered with a mask, that you didn’t notice the way his eyes flickered from his empty red cup to where you knew the kitchen to be, how he wearily eyed the crowd of people that separated him from it.

“i was about to grab a drink. i can bring something back for you if you’d like?” the first thing you ever said to the love of your life was a lie. you were planning on staying tucked in your corner all night, safe from the dancing drunks who had no concept of personal space until hinata was ready to leave. and yet the words were almost ripped out of you the moment your eyes landed on him, a fierce need to help the man flaring up from nowhere. you could only assume he had separated himself from the party for the same reason you had and it pulled on your heartstrings. no one ever noticed when you needed help so why not extend that courtesy to him instead? he blinked at you as though he had to process your offer before he nodded.

“yes, please i’d appreciate it.” his voice was different than you expected it to be. slow and calm despite the way his fist clenched and unclenched. “just water. a closed bottle if you can find it.”

his brows furrowed for a moment when you held out your hand before letting out a quiet ah and handing you his empty cup. it was endearing how he placed it in your hand, balancing it carefully on your palm.

“be right back.” you shot him a smile and started to make your way across the floor, getting pushed and jostled the entire way there. you made quick work of tossing the garbage into the overflowing trash bag and dug out two water bottles from behind a rack of beer cans in the fridge. the trip back was no easier and you breathed a sigh of relief when you were once again in your small private bubble with the man. the discomfort you endured, the skin crawling sensation of all those bodies too close to you was worth the way his eyes lit up when he saw you’d returned.

he accepted the cool bottle with a murmured thanks, pulling his mask down and tucking it under his chin. handsome was your first thought and his name was your second. the two distinct moles on his brow should’ve given it away that you were talking to sakusa kiyoomi. you’d seen enough of hinata’s games, heard enough stories to put a name to the face. he held your stare as you placed him in your mind, taking a sip from the bottle as he did. an urge to say something, anything to keep those eyes on you bubbled up hot and fast and you said the first thing that came to mind.

“my roommate’s your teammate.”

“is he? which one?”

“hinata. shoyo.” you added as though there was another hinata on the msby roster.

“ah. my condolences.” the corner of his lips quirked up when you snorted. “i’ve seen how he leaves a locker room. i don’t want to imagine what his room looks like.”

“it’s not pretty, that’s for sure.” you said, leaning your shoulder against the wall and taking a moment to regard him. “can i ask why you’re here? shoyo told me you don’t like crowds so a party must be hard on you.”

“would you believe me if i said contractual obligations?”

“nope cause i helped shoyo go through his contract and i don’t remember ragers being a part of the deal.” a small burst of pride bloomed in your chest when he laughed, a quick huff from his nose and amused eyes as though he didn’t expect it.

“you got me.” you waited for him to explain and deflated a bit when he remained silent. that is, until you followed where his eyes had wandered. it was easy to spot hinata from across the party. he sat high above the rest of the crowd on bokuto’s shoulders, leaning back occasionally to test bokuto’s reaction time and giggling every time he was caught at the last moment. meian was trying in vain to pull the ginger down while atsumu seemed to be on facetime with someone recording the whole thing, his loud laughter ringing out clearly over the music.

“you’re here for them?” you said just as the realization dawned on you. sakusa twitched, so small you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t been watching him so closely.

“spending time with your teammates promotes better gameplay on the court.”

“i’m sure it does. but wanting to hang out with your friends isn’t a crime.”

“we are hanging out. i’m here, aren’t i? if they wanted to talk to me, they know where to find me.” the bitterness in his tone wasn’t enough to mask the acceptance behind his words, of being resigned to his fate as the forgotten one.

“well, i found you.” he looked over at you, something unreadable swimming behind his eyes before they softened.

“yeah. you did. you know, you’ve talked a lot about shoyo but i don’t know anything about you. i don’t even know your name.” he said. heat raced to your cheeks, flustered that he seemed to be paying as much attention to you that you were to him.

“i didn’t even notice, sorry.” you said before offering your name. he repeated it back, once, twice, rolling it around on his tongue and you watched his mouth, mesmerized by how it curled around a word you’ve heard your whole life until it sounded new again. he spoke your name in a soft, hushed whisper and you wondered if his lips would feel just as soft. half-lidded, his gaze flickered downwards like he was wondering the same thing.

the rest of the night was a blur in your mind. all you could recall was that you chatted with sakusa until the others found you and you drove a passed-out hinata home with a new contact saved to your phone.

the reminiscing left you drained, clutching your phone in your hands, the screen frozen on that same contact as you collapsed into bed and yet you couldn’t stop the rest of the memories from flooding through your mind, the truth you’ve been holding off for too long. you’ve picked at a festering wound that was best left alone. if you didn’t think too hard about it, if you ignored how it grew and ate away at you, it wouldn’t hurt as much. right? but it was too late. you’ve pulled the string and now you’re left to deal with your own unraveling.

you scrolled through your texts for what feels like a lifetime, the entirety of your relationship flashing by and disappearing in an instant until you could scroll no higher. of course you sent the first text. a formal message that didn’t look anything like how you actually text with one too many exclamation points in your desperation to come across friendly.

your fingers moved across the screen and when your mind caught up, your thumb was hovering over the button to delete the entire conversation. you never wanted to see evidence of who you used to be ever again. you didn’t want to be reminded of the person you cut and broke and killed until they fit into sakusa’s neat life. but sentimentality stilled your hand, the phone dropping from your limp fingers and crashing to the floor. you didn’t bother reaching for it.

the accursed memories refuse to let you be, another bobbing up to the surface from the murky depths and pulling you under before you could stop it. one that showed what little agency you had in your own life.

it started the way it always did. you noticed him. noticed how tired he was every time you spoke. how you went from going out on dates to always staying in to maybe being lucky enough to say good night over the phone before he crashed for the day. and sure, you were lonely. so starved for him it ached. but that was overshadowed by your worry for him. you would lay awake wondering if he’d remember to eat that day, if he had the energy to clean his apartment and if he didn’t, how much was that adding to his stress?

so you swung by his place the next morning after he had left for practice, spent the day cleaning, restocked his fridge and were nearly done making dinner when he returned. his exhaustion was truly hammered home when he walked straight past the kitchen on autopilot before doubling back, tilting his head at you in confusion.

“what are you doing here, darling?”

“helping out.” you turned back to the stove and busied yourself with mindless stirring, afraid that you’d been too eager and overstepped. “you seemed pretty tired these days so i wanted to do something for you but you’re back earlier than i expected so i can just go if you want to be alone just let me-”

your rambling was cut off when a force barrelled into you and sakusa hugged you tight from behind, head buried in the crook of your shoulder. all at once, whatever anxiety had been growing fled you and you relaxed into his touch.

“thank you.” it wasn’t the words that made your heart leap to your throat. it was the sincerity, the slight crack at the end that told you he had more he wanted to say but didn’t know how.

you fell into a routine of going over to his apartment, looking after things, kissing him when he returned and staying over at night. at first, it was once a week. then over the weekend, then every other day.

“you should move in.” even though you half expected your relationship to take this next step, it still took you by surprise the casual way sakusa brought it up. you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to move in with him just yet. you built a home with hinata and that apartment meant everything to you, all your happiest memories were made there and oh no sakusa was still waiting for an answer.

“i should?”

“yeah.”

and that was the end of it. you were packed and out of hinata’s apartment (because it was his now. his and atsumu’s. not yours, it’ll never be yours again) by the end of the month. most of your things didn’t come with you but that was fine, right? so what if you still felt like a guest in your home even to this day with none of yourself being reflected in the apartment? you got to wake up to see the love of your life every day and that made everything worth it.

until you started waking up alone.

extra training, he said. the team drafted new players and he had to get used to their play style, he said. and you believed him, trusted that he’d be home with you if he could. so you took the crushing loneliness and swallowed it down like a bitter pill. you smiled wide when he came home late with only the moon to light your bedroom and let him use your body to rid the stress of the day.

the dead of night was the only time you’d have him all to yourself. you could be greedy for his attention when he was buried inside you. it was easy to pretend you clawed up and down his back because you were caught up in the moment and not because you were desperate to keep him close to you. easy to pretend the tears in your eyes were from pleasure and not from how much you missed his voice.

and when he was empty and spent, you would stroke his hair until he fell asleep and then, only then, would you whisper all the things you couldn’t tell him during the day. small, meaningless anecdotes that you knew would earn you a wry smile if he was awake to hear them, the one he used when he didn’t want to let on how close he was to laughing. the stolen moments were a salve on your fractured heart but it was never enough to heal it. in the end, when you were once again alone in your too-wide bed, it only served to remind you just how deep the cracks were.

maybe that’s where you went wrong. you gave away your heart to someone and got nothing in return, nothing to plug up the all-consuming void in your chest. there was nothing left of you. no, that wasn’t quite true. there was nothing good left of you. you gave him your best parts and all you had now was pure resentment that burned hot and fierce in your core, so acidic it ate everything in its path. it burned away the dredges of your soul until all you could do was allow it to climb up and scorch your throat in a silent scream.

another memory. it’s strange what your brain chose to latch onto as you spiralled. on the surface, you remember this to be a happier time. but as it overtook you, you’re reminded almost violently that the edges of this memory are stained with the early decay of your identity.

before the early mornings and late nights, before you got into the habit of staring at your ceiling and wondering how you got to that point, you and sakusa had a tradition. you’d both find something, a story, a movie, that you think the other doesn’t know and share it with them. that day sakusa came to you with the myth of orpheus and eurydice.

he told you the story of a man so in love with his wife he journeys to the underworld after she dies to find her, how hades tells him he can guide her to the land of the living but orpheus must trust that eurydice is following him. if he turns around, eurydice’s fate is sealed. sakusa explained how in every version of the myth, orpheus turned around at the very end out of an uncontrollable, unfiltered love for his wife. whether it was because he was excited to see the end of the tunnel and wanted to share his joy with her or because he feared she got lost, either one stems from the love he has for her. the love that sent him to find her is the same love that doomed her in the end. but the more sakusa spoke about orpheus, the more you wondered about the other protagonist of the story.

“why didn’t eurydice try to let orpheus know she was there? she could’ve held his hand or touched his back or something.” you asked. you were laying your head on sakusa’s chest, letting the low rumble wash over you as he read you the tale. the question had been bugging you as the story came to its conclusion though you couldn’t place your finger as to why.

“she was a spirit. she would pass right through him.”

“yeah but…” you searched for the words to explain your confusion. “she didn’t even try.”

“it wouldn’t have mattered either way.”

you opened your mouth to press the issue further, too stubborn to let it go just yet when you heard sakusa sigh out of his nose. it was enough for any question to die on your tongue and all that came out was a quiet, “i guess so.”

it was a nothing memory. an empty thing to remind you of better times that you’ve had no need to look back on. so why did that moment swirl around your head now, as you crumbled in your lowest moments? scattered pieces start to form together in the recesses of your mind but before you could call them forth to make a full image, the bedroom door swung open and sakusa walked in.

for once, you don’t slip on your well worn porcelain mask. you don’t school your expression and force it to mold into something that couldn’t quite be called happy. instead, you sat up straight in bed, held his gaze and did nothing to hide the maelstrom of hurt that raged inside you. a sick satisfaction shot through your veins when his steps faltered at the force of your stare.

“what’s wrong?” he asked.

what isn’t? you thought but instead said, “nothing. i was just thinking. about us.”

“oh.” his eyes are already sliding away from you, a quiet detachment in his voice that made you grind your teeth in frustration.

“remember that greek story you told me about?”

“mhmm.”

“tell me again why eurydice didn’t reach out.” there it is again. a short, sharp exhale from his nose. he opened his mouth but you spoke before he could. “humour me.”

“she was dead, darling. she couldn’t touch him, he couldn’t hear her so there was no point.”

“no point? there was no point in trying to tell orpheus that she was behind him? he climbed into the underworld for her and she couldn’t try?”

“could you--?” he cut himself off and pinched the bridge of his nose. “it’s late. i’m exhausted and really not in the mood so can we go to bed?”

“doesn’t that sound familiar?” you continued as though he hadn’t spoken. “one person bending heaven and hell for the person they love while the other can’t even meet them halfway. remind you of anything?”

now you had his full attention. his brows scrunched together and you’re not sure if he’s trying to figure out the meaning behind your words or the reason for your hostile tone. you don’t feel like helping him out either and instead watched the gears turn in his head with something akin to glee. it’s his turn to be paranoid, to overthink, to pick apart every moment of your relationship and dissect it piece by rotted piece.

“please don’t be vague. if you’re upset with me, tell me.” it was the most emotion you’ve heard from him in so long, you were taken aback for a moment.

“i’m a bit past ‘upset’, omi.”

“i’m sorry.”

you scoffed. “you don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.”

“you’re hurt and it’s my fault. that's enough for me to say sorry.”

“you don’t understand.” he crossed the room in three large strides, sitting on the edge of the bed to leave space between you.

“then help me understand.”

you floundered for the right words to explain the mountain of revelations you’ve uncovered and settled for, “how do i take my coffee, kiyoomi?”

he took your use of his full name in stride. “black. one sugar.”

“no that’s how you take your coffee. that’s the only way you ever make coffee. i had to learn to like it.”

“what, you’re mad i don’t know how you like your coffee?” you know he didn’t mean anything by it, that’s he's always been more blunt that he means to be but it doesn’t stop you from feeling patronized and the hurt loosened your tongue.

“it’s not about the coffee! it’s not about the fact that eurydice was a ghost. it’s the effort, omi. you haven’t put an ounce of effort into this relationship. i’m the one who has to bend. i’m the one that has to change, it’s never you.”

“i never asked you to.” the truth of the statement knocked the air out of your lungs. because that's the worst part, isn’t it? you have no one to blame your misery on but yourself.

“i don’t know how to love you without sacrificing pieces of myself. and i’m empty, kiyoomi, i've given you all of me. and it feels like you’ve given me nothing in return.”

his head was bowed while he listened but from how tight he laced his fingers together, you know he was fighting to stay calm. “you know i love you, right?”

“do you? do you love me or love that i’m convenient? love that i clean your place and make you food and have a hole you can--”

“stop.” you didn’t know it was possible for so much heartbreak to be packed into a single word. it sobered you of your venom and in its place, shame came rushing in.

“i’m sorry. i'm pissed at myself for letting it get this far and i’m taking it out on you. i don’t regret loving you. but it feels like that’s the only thing living inside me. like i’m not even a person anymore.”

“i should’ve noticed. it shouldn’t have taken you snapping for me to realize what was going on.”

“maybe.”

silence, suffocating silence, stretched and morphed time until it felt like you’ve aged a decade in a moment. and then sakusa spoke.

“you’ll help a stranger just because they look like they might need it and ask for nothing in return. you’ll make someone food just so you can be sure they ate that day. you’ll tell me about your day while i fall asleep and i don’t think i could sleep without hearing your voice. you’re kind and too selfless for your own good and the best person i’ve ever met. it kills me that i’ve been the cause of your pain.”

it was strange hearing those traits spun in a good light when you’ve thought of them negatively for so long. strange knowing where you saw faults he saw things worth admiring. “you hear me at night?”

“and you like focusing on minor details. yes, darling. every night.”

“oh.”

“i understand if you need… space, if you want to spend some time apart. but give me a chance. please. give me a chance to prove how important you are to me. i’m sorry that i’ve failed you. i’m sorry i've been taking you for granted. but that ends now. never again.

“and i can help you, too. i can remind you of all the parts you say you’ve lost. i’ll tell you all about the person i fell in love with everyday if you need it. i’d never run out of things to say. please. you found me once, let me return the favour and help you find yourself. if-if you’ll have me.”

his small speech wasn’t the reason tears stung the back of your eyes. as he finished speaking, sakusa reached out across the space between you and offered you his hand. a lifeline that you took, the lump in your throat to keeping everything you wanted to say stuck inside you. thankfully, you needed no words for sakusa to understand you. he brought your joined fingers to his lips and let out a shaky breath against them. the two of you stayed like that for a small eternity, drifted apart yet holding together with a bridge to link you. you’ve been fueled by resentment and anger for so long, you weren’t sure if you were strong enough to let them go. but you did know that you didn’t want to try without him by your side.

#sakusa x reader #sakusa angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagine #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi angst #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! angst

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leetotters · 3 years

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Hi! Can I ask for a long sugardaddy mob Tom fic? You’re first like blurb kinda did it for me ☺️☺️

mobsugardaddy!tom holland x reader

warning: daddy kink(he's a sugardaddy here lmao), curse words, oral (male recieving)

summary: basically request just short😔

"Don't you fucking come near her again" Tom spat on the man's bloody face colliding his fist to his swollen eye one last time, he gripped the man's jaw making him let out a groan at the mob boss firm hold. "Don't go touching things that don't belong to you" Tom gritted through clenched teeth as the image of the man in front of him attempting to grope your ass played in his mind once more. Tom roughly drew his hand back, pushing the man's face to the mucky floor, he instructed his right hand man Harrison to finish up for him, knowing you would be fretting why he was taking so long.

Tom exited the back door of the pub, pulling out a handkerchief from his suite wiping the blood from his fists and knuckle, mumbling profanity words when he noticed his knuckles were bruised red. Tom made his way to his car, where he was met with the sight of you laid back in the car seat scrolling through your phone, your dress hiked up displaying your red thong that was surely doing a poor job covering your cunt.

Tom opened his door, sliding in his seat as he pulled his seatbelt over his chest, pressing the start button. "Hey babydoll, sorry for taking so long daddy had.. some business to deal with" Tom knew better than to tell you what he was doing, he knew you didn't mind his choice of work but he was smart enough not to get you involved.

You nodded your head acknowledging Tom, you kept your eyes on your phone screen skimming through dresses and jewelry you wanted Tom to purchase for you. "Ohh look at this Daddy" you gasped at the ivory satin dress with corseted details that exposed a fair amount of cleavage to Tom, he only smiled at you resting his hand on your thigh pecking your plump lips, "Looks lovely doll, you should add it to your cart" You beamed saying a soft thank you as he clicked the plus icon.

"So where are we going now" You inquired setting your phone on your lap, pulling Tom's hand from your thigh interlocking your fingers together, twisting the silver rings that adorned his fingers. "I was thinking that Italian restaurant you wanted to try" Tom answered pulling your hand to the steering wheel as he circled around the road.

"Yes let's go there, the menu is a bit pricey though" You stated earning a hearty laugh from Tom, "M'sure I can manage the bill darling" you rolled your eyes at his cheeky response but broke out grinning knowing he wouldn't give a damn about the cost.

After your extravagant dinner you went home your stomach full with the delicious full course dinner and your favorite dessert. "Tommy I think you're trying to get me fat" you whined poking your belly, pouting at Tom, he looked at you shaking his head placing his hand on your stomach giving it a gentle pat. "Course not doll", he pecked your lips focusing his eyes on the road as the light turned green.

When you arrived at Tom's mansion you got out of the car, handing your coat to the maid as Tom did the same telling her to expect Harrison to stop in later to collect some important documents, you made your way to Tom's room which was practically yours since he insisted that you had your own personal closet, the reason being you spent most of your nights here instead at the luxurious apartment he bought you.

"Doll I have to finish up some work so don't wait for me" Tom spoke walking up to his bed undressing himself leaving him in his button up shirt and his boxers. "No Tom it's a Friday night" you whined out like a child, wrapping your arms around his torso resting your head on his clothed back, your fingers fiddling with his pendant.

Tom turned around latching his lips to your pouty ones, "As much as I want to spend my night with you doll, I have some stuff to get finish up" You huffed pulling your lips from his as he tried to deepen the kiss as if he was going to finish what he started. "Well go ahead, m'not stopping you" You went to the bathroom taking your dress off leaving you with your thong and bra on, you thought Tom already left to go to his office so you began wiping your makeup off.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror making sure you got all your makeup off, exiting the bathroom ready to dress yourself for a lonely night with Netflix. Before you could bend to pick up Tom's trousers from the ground you were hoisted up in the air, your legs instantly wrapping around the middle of person as you let out a loud scream. "Sh doll" Tom quieted you, his hand holding the back of your thigh while his other stretched the fabric of your thong letting it go to slap against your skin making you yelp at slight sting.

"What the fuck Tom" you jeered pretty sure he should be in his office doing his work or killing a man for all you knew. "What doll did you not want to spend the night with daddy" he smirked seeing you attempting to clench your thighs together, he knew how much you loved the daddy title.

"Put me down Tom" You uttered trying to come down from Tom's sturdy hold. "What did I tell you about calling me doll" Tom quipped through gritted teeth not liking your tone and name you just used, giving you the chance to correct yourself, his free hand unclasping the hooks of your bra revealing your perky breasts.

You gulped answering him like the good girl you are for him, knowing tomorrow he was suppose to take you out for your daily shopping spree because of your good behavior. "Sorry Daddy" you mumbled eyes trained on Tom's shirt not daring to meet his gaze.

"Much better" Tom rest you down on the floor patting your ass as a little approval, you smiled up at him happy that he wasn't using his mean tone and you probably still had the chance to buy latest Chanel handbag you saw earlier. "Since you behaved bratty today why don't you show daddy how sorry you are" Tom spoke his hands tweaking your hardened nipple.

"Yes daddy, I really am sorry" you sunk to your knees, internally cheering that your grumpy self got him to give you his cock, you pulled his boxers down his legs, your finger tracing over the cross tattoo on his ankle. Tom's cock stood high and proud slapping his stomach breaking free from it's prison, you grasped his length your hand pumping his brick hard cock, vaguely dipping your tongue on his tip tasting his moreish precum.

"C'mon doll better start sucking or else I'll not buy that cute little handbag you so badly wanted" Tom lifted your hair pushing his cock in your mouth making you gag, but wasted no time suckling his length, your hands playing with his balls as Tom kept his hand in your hair pushing you deeper so you were now deepthroating him. "Just like that babydoll" he groaned thrusting forward inches away from his end.

You looked up at Tom through your lashes, your eyes glossy blurring your vision of his beautiful face as he came in your mouth, his hold of your head tightening eager to come all over the tip of your tongue, that was more than gladly to collect his come. "Yes doll swallow Daddy's come" He ordered, you didn't need to be told twice immediately swallowing the warm liquid.

"Open up babydoll" You opened your mouth showing him you swallowed just like he asked you to. "Good girl" he praised softly patting your cheek prompting you to close your mouth, Tom pulled his boxers up his legs tucking his now wormy looking cock in.

You were about to speak but was cut off by the ringing of Tom's phone which made you roll your eyes but you stayed quiet knowing better than to upset him. Tom answered his phone giving you his winsome smile before entering the bathroom to continue his call.

You changed slipping in to your satin ruffled two piece pajama set waiting for Tom to come cuddle, you clicked on Netflix playing Gilmore Girls once again even though you finished the series. You laughed at one of Lorelai jokes twisting the rose gold tiffany and co bracelet Tom bought for you a while back at the first three months in your 'arrangement'.

Tom exited the bathroom his smile long gone and replaced with a miffed expression throwing his phone carelessly on his dresser running his hand through his curls. "What happened To- Daddy" you asked softly not sure if he would want to reply to you or not. "Nothing doll just someone fucked up again" He groaned slamming his fists against the wall letting out an annoyed huffed.

You jerked up at the sound, standing from your spot on the bed making your way to him, gently pulling him in a hug kissing his forehead, his whole mood changing embracing you in his muscular arms pecking your nose snuggling closer. "What happened" you asked a few minutes after.

"Just this new guy fucked up, lost me thousands of dollars too, big dumbass" Tom scowled pulling away grabbing his coat from the leather chair, clasping his Rolex on his wrists, combing his locks. "I have to go see about this babydoll" Tom kissed your lips, "But tomorrow I'm yours for the entire day, me and my credit card" He laughed seeing the way your eyes widened at his last words.

"Yes okay daddy don't be long" You pecked him waving him out the bed room door, jumping on the king sized bed pulling out your phone scrolling through yet another site.

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'“i love you.” / “i love you, more.” / “no, you don't.” / “yes, i do.'” with tom pls!! :”)

a/n: this is from my 600 celebration (now closed) & i just got around to writing this after being in a little stump, so sorry for the delay !!! but i hope you like this <3

warnings: none

pairing: tom holland x reader | word count: 1.9k

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“You almost ready to go?” Tom called out as he walks into your shared bedroom, scanning the room before spotting where you stood opposite of the full length mirror that was hung up on the wall.

Walking over to you, Tom comes up behind you, instinctively wrapping his arms around your waist over top of the fabric of your dress that covered your figure, resting his chin on your exposed shoulder as he watches you put on your second earring.

“Yeah, I just gotta finish this,” you said quietly, reaching for your necklace that hung from its stand on your dresser. As you were bringing your hand back to unhook the piece of jewelry, Tom’s hand lightly landed on your forearm, stopping your actions. You looked up at him through the mirror, slightly raising your eyebrows at him, making lines form on your forehead as you silently questioned him.

“Let me.” He mumbled against your cheek as he placed a delicate kiss on your skin. You don’t respond, but let him take the chain and unhook it, bringing it up to your neck. As he lets it lay on your chest, you watch him through the mirror as he focuses intensely on clipping the hook around the one latch of your necklace. You watched his furrowed eyebrows and squinted eyes as he let his tongue out onto his bottom lip as he concentrated. Once he finally gets it, he lets go and lets the jewelry lay on your chest, and he not so subtly glances down to your breasts, smirking at you as his cheeks slowly form a pink tint when he realizes you saw his every move. With his right hand resting on your shoulder, you bring your own hand up to your shoulder and lay yours on top of his, giving it a quick squeeze as a silent ‘thank you’.

You turned around to face him, meeting his eyes and press a relaxed and sloppy, but loving kiss to lips and as you break apart you watch another sly grin wash over his face.

You brought your hands up to the collar of Tom’s navy blue shirt, straightening it out so that it laid perfectly against the rest of the soft fabric. You smoothed down his shirt, unravelling the bumps as your hands travelled over his shoulders, feeling his biceps protrude through the shirt, making the fabric tighten around his skin, and down his front, feeling the outline of his prominent abs through his soft shirt. You pay close attention, making sure you didn’t miss a single spot while also trying not to distract yourself with his god-like body, that unfortunately was hidden- much to your dismay. As Tom watched you with pure admiration in his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his beautiful girlfriend, tending to him and making sure he looked his best, without even having to ask you. When you finished, and lightly pulled on the bottom of his shirt, letting him know you were done- you earned yet another loving kiss against your lips.

Tom had been away for the past month, gone away filming reshoots for one of his upcoming projects, and like any other time Tom arrived back home, his family planned a get together, not only to welcome Tom back, but to catch up with one another. It wasn’t that Tom was the only thing bringing the family together, but with busy schedules and other plans, sometimes time just slipped away, giving the family and plus ones no time to sit down and enjoy the moment with each other.

With Tom travelling to Spain for the filming of his project, you definitely did appreciate the time he spent away, because of how loving and needy he got towards you when he got home- and the tan that had set in on his skin, making him look even more jaw-dropping than he already was. No matter the location of where he travelled, or however long he was gone, Tom was still the same amount of clingy. With him practically attached to you by the hip, you didn’t think he could get any closer. Random kisses every minute, always having his hands on you when he had the chance, you always cooed at how affectionate he got, and it truly made you realise how both of you were so in love with each other.

Tom’s family had planned for a barbeque for the evening, with a fire, drinks and games- no different than any other time together, and you always loved visiting his family. Although Tom and you had been dating for quite some time now, his parents and brothers never failed to make you feel like a part of their family, and when you got to thinking, your heart ached at the thought of such domestic love from your boyfriend’s loved ones.

The drive to his childhood home wasn’t long, the conversations held between Tom and you about whatever was on each of your minds, distracted you so that time went by quicker, making the half an hour drive feel like only fifteen minutes. Tom pulled up beside the curb in front of his parents’ home in his black SUV, putting the gears into park and turning the car off.

Tom jumps out of the driver’s side, quickly jogging around the the back of the car and opening the hatch of the trunk to pull out your contribution to the barbecue which consisted of your famous apple pie for dessert.

You step out of the passenger seat, watching your footing as you stepped out onto the pavement in your tan coloured sandals. Once standing on the sidewalk and closing the car door, you pull down your dark, navy blue dress down, as it had rode up your legs from sitting. When Tom comes around from the back of the car, your pie in his hands, you wrap your arm around his bicep, following him up the walkway to his parents’ home.

Knowing that the door would be unlocked, Tom quickly knocks with his free hand, opening the door and walking in after a second. Immediately you’re welcomed to the smell of candles burning, drinks being poured and the sound of the TV playing the current football match between England and an opposing team.

“We’re here!” Tom called out, sliding his shoes off. You let go of his arm, taking off your own shoes and grabbing Tom’s to slide them under the rack that was filled with the many others. You follow him into the house, turning the corner to be welcomed by the boys of the family, plus Harrison, all sitting on the furniture placed in the living room, focused on the intense game.

They look around, happy and excited expressions washing over all of their faces as they realize Tom and you had arrived. They all stood up, walking over to greet the two of you as the TV turned to commercial break during intermission, and you quickly grab your dessert from Tom’s hands to let him catch up with the boys. You walk through the other archway in the living room, that led to the kitchen, where you saw Nikki and the other girlfriends of Tom’s brothers and Harrison, all spread around the kitchen island, wine glasses in each of their hands.

They look in your direction, seeing you walk in, and instantly place their glasses down to greet you.

“y/n! It’s so nice to see you again, dear!” Nikki exclaimed as she walked over to you with open arms. “Here, let me take this for you. I’ll put it away until dinner time.” She said, grabbing the glass container from you, and bringing it over to the counter.

Gracie then walks over to you, pulling you into a hug, squeezing slightly as you hugged each other. The two of you naturally had gotten close over the time each of you had been dating Tom and Harrison, so much that you would casually go out without the two boys when you both were free.

“I’ve missed you so much! How have you been?” Gracie smiled, walking back over to the island and sitting on the barstool. You follow her, standing at the end of the quartz counter, leaning your hip against the hard surface.

“I’ve been good! Busy with work for the most part, but also trying to enjoy summer.” You smiled. You began conversing amongst each other, Sam’s girlfriend joining in as Nikki silently handed you a glass of wine. You smile at her and nod your head as a ‘thank you’, before turning back to listen in on the story Gracie had been telling you about.

You introduced yourself to Sam’s girlfriend, as he had gotten into a relationship within the time you had last seen him to now. And casually catch up with all of the girls while the boys are still focused on the TV and talking with Tom about his adventures of filming.

Once the game was over, the males in the house all made their way into the kitchen, refreshing their drinks and grabbing more beer. After Harry had passed Tom a bottle, he thanked his brother and walked over to where you stood, wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning in close to you. He plants a kiss on your cheek, making his Mum smile at Tom and you.

“How’s my girl?” Tom asked lowly, loud enough for just you to hear. It had been just over an hour since you had arrived, and the time had slipped from your fingers, too distracted by catching up with the women of the family to notice the time.

You hummed, “‘m good, nice to catch up with your Mum and the girls. Sam’s girlfriend is really nice.” You slightly mumbled, leaning on Tom’s shoulder. He nodded his head as he caressed your side with his hand, rubbing up and down your dress.

“I love you.” Tom mumbled into the skin of your collarbone, planting yet another wet kiss.

You reached your hand up to run your fingers through his thick, soft brunette curls, “I love you more.” Tom stood up straight, his eyes meeting yours, his famous smile shining and a tint rising upon his cheeks.

“No, you don’t.” Tom insisted, giving you another peck for your lips. As your lips connected with his, you tasted the remnants from his beer, letting you know you most likely would be staying the night to be safe.

You let out a laugh, throwing you head back before meeting Tom’s gaze again, and bringing your hand up to his jaw, caressing it slightly as Tom’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer to his front so that you were flat up against his chest. He leans down, yet again, to connect your lips with his, this time kissing you with more passion, Tom’s hands finding your hips and squeezing them lightly.

“Okay, love birds, we get it. You’re early to your honeymoon phase.” You heard Harry call out, making Tom and you pull away from each other, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“What? Missed my girlfriend, that’s all.” Tom said slyly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a side hug.

You only laugh and look over to your lovely and affectionate boyfriend, thinking about how lucky you got with this one, enough to constantly make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world, and everything surrounding didn’t exist.

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