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wildandsmile · 3 months

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࿇ ✥ ࿇ Worlds Apart ࿇ ✥ ࿇

Summary: Your father serves as the coach for the Manshine football/soccer team, and in your role as the dutiful daughter, you make a point to visit him regularly. However, each time you stop by, one of the star players seems to have a penchant for flirting with you.

Word Count: 4.2k

TW: Age gap (Reo 22 and Readers 29) by the way cannon Reo likes older women so.

Kinks: Fingering, Degrading, Cream-pie, Praising, Sir Name, Squirting, Exhibition, Sub Reader, Dom Reo, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), humiliation, Choking and Rough sex.

Enjoy!

A couple of years had passed since Reo's departure from Blue Lock. His journey took him to the semi-finals, where he was eventually eliminated by Bachira. However, Ego recognized the immense talent Reo possessed and believed it shouldn't be squandered. As a result, he allowed Reo to continue pursuing his striking career. Shortly thereafter, your father, a renowned co-coach in England, teamed up with Chris Prince. They wasted no time in recruiting Reo, having already witnessed his potential while he was a starter for their team, Manshine City, during his time at Blue Lock.

And thus, you encounter the ostentatious wealthy young man who always seems to have a girl by his side. Each day, you would pay a visit to your father, given his advancing age, ensuring his well-being. However, occasionally, you extended your stay to assist the boys with their routines or offer them water after their practice games.

Whenever you approached Reo, though, he would indulge in playful flirting, charmingly remarking, "I'll treat you good if you give me the opportunity." This, understandably, ignited your father's anger, prompting him to punish Reo with rounds of field laps, much to the amusement of onlookers.

"Hey, dad, how has your day been?" you inquire, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. He turns toward you, a broad smile gracing his lips, and replies, "I've had a good day, dear. By the way, I know you just arrived, but could you fetch some water for the boys?" You offer a swift nod before making your way to the supply room, retrieving the water jug, and returning just in the nick of time.

"Once again, you grace us with your presence, princess," he remarks, deftly taking the cup of water from your hand and punctuating the gesture with a subtle wink. You roll your eyes and swiftly retort, "You're well aware I'm here for my dad, Reo." Yet, true to form, it's as if every word you utter that he doesn't wish to acknowledge simply passes through one ear and exits the other. "We both understand that it's just a self-assurance you cling to, convincing yourself it's all about watching me play, princess," he asserts, using his shirt to mop away perspiration and inadvertently unveiling his well-defined six-pack in the process. In exasperation, you throw your hands up and walk away, prompting Reo to trail closely in your wake.

"And what's your desire now, Reo?" you inquire, quickening your pace in an attempt to create distance between yourself and the purple-haired man. As anticipated, he manages to intercept by firmly grasping your wrist. "Well, give me a moment," Reo pleads with puppy-dog eyes, managing to melt your resistance just a tad. Succumbing to his persistence, you let out a hurried yet slightly curt, "What is it, Reo?" He disregards your brusqueness and proceeds, "I just wanted to extend an invitation to you for the upcoming victory celebration our team plans to host." With that, you come to a complete halt, pivoting to face Reo, your arms crossed and an eyebrow skeptically raised.

"You're talking as though victory is already in the bag," you retort with a sassy undertone, the effect of which sends a subtle shiver down Reo's spine, unbeknownst to you. He relishes witnessing your pouty demeanor, the way you appear and speak when you're irritated entices him even more. Yet, he finds himself engaged in this playful cat-and-mouse dynamic and is content to indulge it for a little while longer.

"Oh, come now, you don't truly believe we're destined to lose, do you, princess?" he chimes in, grasping your hand and gently massaging your knuckles. Eager to respond, you start, "Well, I don't think your team will..." Your sentence is abruptly truncated as Reo claps his hands together, interjecting, "Well then, if that's the sentiment, I'm eagerly anticipating your presence at the party." You're about to interject and voice your hesitation, but before you can, he departs, leaving you alone with your contemplations.

Before long, the anticipated game day arrives. Just as you had predicted, Reo and his team effortlessly overpower the opposing side, amassing such a significant lead that the match concludes ahead of schedule. As the dust settles, your father rushes onto the field, orchestrating a heartfelt group embrace with the team. Glancing towards them, a grin stretches across your face as their jubilant cheers and chants fill the air.

As the post-game festivities wind down, your attention shifts to Reo, who approaches with an infectious grin. You're well aware that his next words are bound to carry a hint of arrogance. "You see, princess, I told you victory was ours," he declares, his face beaded with sweat. You couldn't deny the charm in his triumphant expression, but you're determined not to inflate his already sizable ego. Nonchalantly, you retort, "Indeed, you did make that prediction," your tone carrying a playful undertone that downplays your enthusiasm for their impressive win.

"Since victory is ours, it seems only fitting that you accompany me to the after-party," Reo proposes, leaning against the fence and casting you pleading puppy-dog eyes. In response, you playfully place a finger on his lips, your expression softening into an adorable aw-struck gaze. "Um, no," you reply, relishing the playful moment. Ignoring your refusal, Reo persists, now puffing his lips in a childlike pout, his puppy-dog eyes unwavering. The charming standoff continues until your resolve finally crumbles.

"Alright, alright, I'll go, but on one condition: you must score 10 goals in your next match," you challenge. As your words sink in, you witness a transformation in Reo. His eyes widen with a newfound determination, as if flames of passion burn within him. "Really?" he exclaims, a smile that illuminates your very soul gracing his lips. Affirming your wager with a subtle nod, Reo bolts over to your father, urgently requesting gym access to train late into the night. Observing his earnest efforts for your attention, you can't help but find his determination endearing, knowing that you hold the power to grant him his desire.

True to form, like a well-oiled machine, the much-anticipated match unfolded according to schedule. Recognizing the gravity of the occasion, you chose to sit beside your father and Chris Prince, demonstrating unwavering team spirit. The boys poured their hearts into the game, and everything was proceeding splendidly. However, when your gaze fixed on Reo as he maneuvered down the opposite side of the field to wrest control of the ball from the opposing team, you couldn't resist turning to your father with a question.

"Dad, how many goals has Reo scored so far?" Despite the initial reproachful glance, your father set aside his reservations and provided the answer. "He's netted 9 so far," he informed you. Upon hearing those words, your heart sank momentarily as your attention remained fixed on Reo, who was advancing toward the rival goal. While you harbored a certainty that he would successfully score that goal, a flicker of hope kindled within you—a hope that he might not, considering their substantial lead. After all, the opposing team was already significantly behind, making a single goal seem inconsequential.

Your hopes were nearly extinguished when you witnessed Reo clinch the game's final goal, marking his remarkable 10th score. As the team rallied around him, playfully tousling his violet hair and lifting him into the air in jubilation, your fleeting optimism faded. However, your spirits were soon lifted when the entire group approached you and your father. They expressed their gratitude to him for his unwavering training efforts and extended their appreciation to you for ensuring his availability to guide them.

A comforting warmth enveloped you, as you realized the tangible impact of your involvement in the team's journey. Sharing a sincere smile and offering a gracious acknowledgment, you watched as they headed towards the locker room. Yet, a moment before they disappeared, Reo silently mouthed, "Wait for me." Though fully aware of his intentions, you remained seated, patiently awaiting his return. After approximately half an hour, Reo emerged once again. With an exuberant grin, he sprinted towards you, sweeping you up into his arms. Beaming at you, he exclaimed, "Did you catch my performance out there, princess? Wasn't I utterly astonishing?"

"Absolutely, Reo," you reply, struggling to stifle your laughter, feeling as though you're witnessing a child eagerly showing off a newfound skill to their mother. However, the lighthearted moment is swiftly replaced when the purple-haired young man inquires, "So, are you still planning on attending the party tonight?" You hesitate for a brief moment, then tap his chest gently as a signal for him to put you down.

He responds accordingly, lowering you to the ground. As he sets you down, his facial expression undergoes a shift, prompting you to offer your explanation. "Well, Reo, I was actually thinking I might not—" But before you can finish your sentence, Reo interjects assertively, "There's no backing out now, princess. We made our little wager, and I won fair and square. I'll see you at 8, okay?" You attempt to voice your thoughts, but before you can formulate a complete response, he's already striding away, the distance between you growing too great to carry on the conversation.

With determination, you headed home, fully aware that escaping the party was out of the question. Once inside, you ventured into the depths of your closet, selecting a variety of outfits. However, after an hour of fruitless searching, you resorted to FaceTiming your best friend for outfit advice. After a barrage of reactions ranging from outright rejections to tentative approvals, the two of you finally settled on a chic velvet two-piece ensemble.

Following your decision, you dedicated time to meticulously curling your hair, and then you settled in front of your mirror to carefully apply your makeup. Just as you were about to apply the finishing touch of lip gloss to complete the look, a knock echoed through your door. Swiftly, you hurried over, deftly applying the lip gloss in the process. Unsurprisingly, upon opening the door, you were met with the sight of Reo, elegantly clad in a black suit. His coat was artfully left open, revealing a crisp white button-up shirt that wasn't fully buttoned, offering a tantalizing glimpse of his bare chest.

Raising your hand in a gesture for Reo to wait by the door, you notice his understanding nod before you hurry back to your room. With swift precision, you retrieve your wallet, select a pair of shoes, and gather some safety essentials. Returning downstairs, you subtly showcase your outfit to Reo, a sly hint that you're dressing up for the occasion, although you'd never admit to it. Your actions are a playful payback for the teasing he's subjected you to. As you reach for the door to lock it, you cast a wink his way, a subtle acknowledgment of your little game.

Soon enough, you find yourself seated in Reo's car, gazing at the city lights as they blur by. The enchanting view momentarily captures your attention, until Reo's hand gently rests on your thigh, drawing you back to reality. In response, you subtly adjust your leg, granting him slightly more access to your thigh. However, as his touch ventures further, radiating warmth, you swiftly slap his hand away, a playful yet assertive reminder of your boundaries.

"You're quite the teasing expert, princess," Reo remarks, his hand resuming its place on the gearstick. The journey leads you to an upscale club adorned with Manshine Clubhouse signage.

Gazing at the vibrant-haired man, a perplexed expression crosses your face, prompting him to explain. "One of the guys saved up and invested a bunch of money into this place. With renovations and some significant investments, we ended up with the Manshine Clubhouse."

A nod from you acknowledges his preemptive response to an unspoken question—a characteristic of Reo that you appreciate. His uncanny ability to anticipate your thoughts and provide answers creates a unique connection between the two of you.

Lost in your thoughts, you're snapped back to reality as your date playfully tugs you into the club. The sights and sounds of dancing people envelop you, allowing you to soak in the atmosphere. Just as you're considering asking Reo to dance, a group of girls materializes, engulfing you in the crowd and temporarily interrupting your plans.

Understanding that trying to rejoin Reo might be a futile endeavor, you venture deeper into the club. Your eyes lock onto Nagi's girlfriend amidst the crowd, her presence providing a semblance of comfort. Approaching her, you engage in a casual conversation, quickly establishing a rapport. As the conversation flows, you summon the courage to broach the topic of hitting the dance floor.

To your surprise, she readily agrees, and you both kick things off by sharing a shot before immersing yourselves in the dance floor frenzy. The music resonates, the ambiance is electric, and the night seems to come alive. Amidst the pulsating beats, you relish in the carefree joy of letting loose and having fun.

As the hours roll on, fatigue begins to take a toll on your legs, prompting you to express your need to take a break to your newfound companion. With the music blasting at full tilt, you manage to convey your intention to sit down, though you suspect she only caught the "sit" part, given the deafening noise.

You locate a comfortable seat and ease yourself into it, initially basking in the ambiance of the club. However, your tranquility is shattered by an onslaught of giggles from across the room. Turning your gaze, a disconcerting sight meets your eyes: Reo flanked by two girls, perched on his lap, their hands eagerly exploring his body. It's as though they're vying for his attention, throwing themselves at him shamelessly.

Strangely, an unfamiliar pang of irritation courses through you, fueled by the undeniable urge to be the one occupying that seat, engaging in those affectionate gestures, sharing kisses, and reveling in the private jokes that elicit his radiant smile. You can't deny the surge of happiness his expressions bring, yet beneath it lies a growing anger.

Watching him interact with those girls, his touch tracing their contours, as if he's committing their forms to memory, ignites a fire within you. As you observe, your frustration simmers. The disparity between your worlds becomes glaringly apparent. Reo embodies intelligence, affluence, and popularity, while you're simply a down-to-earth individual with a deep connection to your father. Doubts swirl in your mind, wondering if his professions of love are genuine or if he merely desires to toy with your affections.

However, the last straw snaps as you glance up at Reo and the girls once more. His gaze locks onto yours, as if penetrating the depths of your soul. In that moment, his lips move in a silent confession, "This could be you," just as one of the girls plants a deliberate kiss on his neck. Fueled by a surge of frustration, you seize your resolve, grabbing your belongings and marching to the exit. Dialing a ride, you step outside, the biting wind cutting through you, offering no reprieve from your emotions.

Your attention is drawn back when Reo emerges from the building, his eyes finding you amidst the darkness. With purpose, he strides toward you. "Why are you leaving, princess?" he queries, his expression a mix of bewilderment and something more sinister. It's as if he's an enigmatic force, fully aware that his actions are the driving force behind your departure, a realization that only fans the flames of his ego.

Determined not to give him the satisfaction, you respond, your words carrying an edge of bitterness. "I've had my fill of enjoyment for the night, and my feet are aching. But what about you? Aren't there two eager girls waiting for your attention?" The words drip with venom, a testament to your simmering anger.

"Well, well, well, seems you had your eyes on me, huh, princess?" Reo quips, a smug grin playing across his face. "And what if I was?" you retort, meeting his gaze with a hint of disdain, your gaze never faltering as you hold his gaze.

Unrelenting, Reo chooses to keep prodding, his determination evident. "Well, why didn't you come and join?" he challenges, further stoking the flames. It's in that moment that your attention zeroes in on the telltale lipstick marks adorning Reo's neck. As you count each visible kiss mark, a surge of anger courses through you, intensifying with each passing moment.

The mounting frustration propels you into motion, compelling you to walk away in a bid to regain your composure. Yet, as anticipated, Reo remains in pursuit, his words like arrows aimed at your vulnerabilities. "Aw, come on, princess, don't tell me a tinge of jealousy is creeping in," he goads, his words deliberately provocative. Ignoring him, you maintain your brisk pace, refusing to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his jabs.

However, Reo's provocations continue undeterred. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're developing feelings for me or something," he jests, a knowing glint in his eyes. Suddenly, his grip tightens around your arm, halting your movement despite your efforts to pull away. Struggling against his unyielding grasp, you attempt to break free, but his hold remains resolute, overpowering your struggles.

"Your silence speaks volumes, confirming my suspicion," Reo assets, stepping directly in your path. His words hit home, as they reveal a truth you've kept hidden—the fact that you've fallen for this self-assured, albeit aggravating, individual. You refuse to grant him the satisfaction of admitting your feelings, at least not yet.

Determined to evade his scrutiny, you avert your gaze, ensuring your expression remains concealed. However, your attempt is short-lived, as his hand lands on your cheek, compelling you to meet his gaze. "Oh, no, princess. You won't escape by turning away. You owe me an answer, a genuine one," Reo insists, his grip firm as he holds your gaze captive. He demands a direct response, his eyes betraying a swirling mix of emotions, the complexity of which you can't quite decipher.

Despite his persistence, you maintain your silence, unwilling to let your emotions become an open book. This stance, however, is beginning to test Reo's patience. He's accustomed to bending situations to his will, and the prolonged cat-and-mouse game is chipping away at his composure, gradually igniting a spark of frustration within him.“Well princess since you don’t want to answer me I guess I’ll just have to fuck the answer out of you and with that Reo drags you to a near by alley way.

Reo's lips curled into a seductive grin as his fingers danced along the contours of your quivering abdomen, tantalizingly inching closer to the delicate fabric that barely concealed your enticing curves. He eagerly tugged it lower, craving the sensation of his hand slipping beneath the soft velvet fabric. Your breath hitched as his fingers grazed your tantalizingly bare thighs, inching dangerously close to your aching core.

You gasped with anticipation as he boldly slid his hand beneath your delicate fabric, his fingertips caressing the slick contours of your aroused core. His head inched nearer to yours, his lips tantalizingly grazing against your earlobe, causing a delicious shiver to course through your body. The warmth of his breath, coupled with his intoxicating scent, enveloped you entirely, leaving you utterly captivated.

What do you mean, "don't want to turn you into a dumb slut just yet, princess?" He poked his finger inside your sticky cunt and laughed as he felt the tight grip of your walls on his finger.

You muttered, "Fuck," knowing that keeping your mouth shut was going to be difficult, but you were so attracted to him that you didn't want the moment to end. You were in dire need of him. You closed your eyes and murmured, "Fuck, Reo," once again.

When he started pushing it in and out of you, your breath got erratic and you started making low whimpers and groans. When Reo inserted his middle finger and sped up her speed, you tossed your head back in an instant because you wanted to hear more of the wonderful noises you made exclusively for him. And he was not the least bit dissatisfied. Once he got to the part that always made you roll your eyes back in your head, you started muttering her name under your breath.

“You’re making such a pretty mess princess , look at you” he spoke in a lower tone. The combination of his voice that sent shivers down your spine and the movements of skilled fingers caused a familiar knot to form in your stomach.

I enjoy how you stretch between my fingers. You take me so well," he gushed, his other hand raising your skirt fabric again for a better look at your cunt. He noticed that your secretions were soaking through his palm and pooling at your feet as they dropped from your thighs. He let out a whistle at the site, unable to contain his amusement.

You could hardly believe how drenched you were for him as you lowered your gaze to the spot where he met your body and moaned in horror. You knew Reo turned you on so badly, but witnessing your body respond to his touch was something else entirely.

The only sounds you made in the alley were the wet noises coming from your cunt as his big, thick fingers stretched it out. It was almost embarrassing how effortlessly his fingers slid into your cunt. And you would feel shame for it if you weren't being fucked out by him, but you didn't give a damn.

“I'm- I'm so close! Don't stop, please” you say to him as your nails dug into his shoulder blades and your eyes shut closed.

Reo whispered in your ear, "Cum for me, princess," as you finally sought your high, mouth agape and eyes closed. He didn't cease his moves on your body until you virtually begged him to stop, despite the fact that you were on the verge of passing out from the exertion.

Then, you squirt all over his hands and watch as he proudly watches your messed-up condition while pulling out his fingers and bringing them to his lips to suck them clean. You were too worn out to speak, so your face was red, your eyes were shiny, and your lips were bitten. Your dress was now only just covering your upper body, and your tits were practically bursting out from behind it.

After you had a moment to catch your breath, he lined up his cock with your now hypersensitive cunt and pushed his throbbing cock within, without giving you a chance to acclimate to his size before he began thrusting into your sloppy, wet cunt.

You started crying because the feeling of him within you was driving you mad. When Reo's left hand rubbed rough circles on your clit, he let out a series of low grunts. And his right found its way to your thirst, where it rested on your throat, making your breath heavier and your cunt tighten until you and Reo were both on the verge of cumming.

"You look fantastic in this position, like a filthy little cum slut who is just itching to be filled, but what you don’t get to cum. So feel free to cry on my cock while I decide if you can continue to breathe.

As your nails drove painfully into his wrist, you whimpered. You felt your dizziness returning slowly. When I tell you to, princess, you'll cum on my cock. While his lips were making contact with hers, he spoke. You could hear the strain in his voice, the quiet gasps.

“M’mm yes sir, promise not to cum until I’m told” you moan out with your fucked out expression which was only make Reo even more feral.

Reo repeats, "Good girl," before giving you a few more pointed thrusts. When he repeatedly lands on the sweet spot, a sound that can only be described as a scream rises up from deep within your chest. He let go of your neck a little while ago.

"Cum." The demand had barely reached your ears as your vision went white. You felt his hips stutter against your own, shooting his load in tandem with your own orgasm.

The sight of you struggling to get up with your legs spread wide and his cum leaking out of you into the chilly ground was an object of admiration as he slowly withdrew. He couldn't deny that seeing you there just increased his desire for you, but he forced himself to help you tidy up and enter your Uber, where he spoke softly.

“Once we get home, I’m going to fuck the shit out you real fucking good until you can’t say anything but my name~” you only nodded knowing that you were in for a long night.

#fanfic #fanfiction #smut #praise #x reader #anime smut #blue lock smut #bllk smut #reo mikage #reo smut #party au #club au #age g4p #angst #4k #anime

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feralmoonlight · 1 year

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3am time to post my sins uwu

@driftingmoonmenace club boys putting on a show for their audience of degenerates

Tis just a kiss but lemme know if this should get the mature tag cause idk

#suggestive #tw suggestive #kiss #sun #moon #no they are not brothers in this au do not make it weird #sun x moon #feral scribbles #god i love them #and the club setting #and the LIGHTING POSSIBILITIES #Club AU #club au Brainrot #sunxmoon #romantic

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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Up All Night 5

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, narcissim, probably name calling and nasty words, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (older!reader)

Note: I wasn’t serious about this but now I were. Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You know you won’t get much sleep. It’s not unusual. Whether you’re staying late to clean up after the manchild or getting in early to do the same, your nights are short and restless. That one is particularly disturbed as you are innately aware of his presence on just the other side of the wall.

He is in your space. The one place in your life he hasn’t invaded. Until then.

You sink into a shallow sleep. The world looms through a thin sheet of concsciousness as your breathing forms a calming rhythm amidst the distant noises of the nocturnal traffic. You roll over and nestle down deeper, reaching for a more succinct respite.

You push your hand up under the pillow and bury your face in the pillow. You don’t have much time left. In an hour or so, you’ll have too get up and go through your morning routine. It may take longer considering the pest that’s infested your apartment.

Your worries pervade even your dreams as the vision of the office rises hazy behind your eyelids. You sit as you always do, typing as you glance back and forth at the empty office. Again, not unusual yet there is a sense of something amiss.

You look at your screen but can’t read the words. You push back the chair, the wheels squeaking loud as you pivot and search the space. It’s completely empty. As you turn back, even your desk is gone.

It is impossibly frigid and suddenly stolid as the office walls fade to gray. You groan as you float into the limbo between reality and dreams. Neither is much different from the other, blending in a twisted muddle of stress.

“Mmm, baby,” a deep rumble rolls through you, “silky… I like it.”

Your eyes snap open as you feel the rustle of your satin nightgown, a blaring heat against your back, the scent of cologne and alcohol roiling together in your nose. You reach down to stop the creeping touch as thick fingers push up the lace trim of your nightie. You growl as you cling to Ransom’s hand, jerking your elbow back into his ribs.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You croak through your dry throat, tearing his arm off of you as you roll onto your back.

“Huh?” His confusion catches in his throat.

“Why are you in my bed?”

You reach over and tug the chain the bedside lamp, the light shining through the ivory shade. You’re greeted by the sight of Ransom’s broad shoulders and his bare torso, pelvis barely hidden by the corner of your duvet. You blink and scowl at him.

“Why are you naked?”

“What the hell?” He sits up, “I thought– what the hell? How did I get here?”

“You tell me,” you snarl.

“I woke up on the couch and… I figured… I pulled some ass–”

“You are an ass,” you hug the blanket to your stomach, “get out of my bed.”

He doesn’t move. He looks at the door then back at you. You furrow your brow as his eyes wander down your neck. You raise the duvet as your nostrils flare.

“You’re couch kinda sucks–”

“Get out–”

“Come on. I won’t touch ya. And I’m still a little drunk,” he pinches his fingers in the air, “you really shouldn’t leave me alone.”

You glare at him. You think of getting up and stomping out to sleep on the couch yourself. You won’t do that. He doesn’t win here. This is your domain.

“You can get up or I will make you get up,” you sneer.

He squints and lets out a scoff, “what if I told you I’m already halfway there?”

You shake your head, “what?”

He looks down at his lap, spreading his hand over the blanket as the fabric shifts and reveals the nakedness of his thigh. Your lips curl and an audible noise of disgust crawls out of your throat. Your fist hits his shoulder before you can think.

“You are disgusting.”

“Hey, you should be flattered. A lady your age… waking the beast–”

“I am not some stupid young thing,” you retort.

“Don’t have to remind me,” he rolls his eyes.

“Maybe I should remind you that you are my boss. This is unseemly.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” He falls back against the pillow, “if you’re not gonna solve the problem. Isn’t that you’re job?"

“Do you have no shame?” You spit.

He smirks as he folds his arms behind his head. He pushes his chest out and wiggles his hips, the blanket threatening to reveal even more. Revulsion courses up your spin and fills your stomach with bile. In a million years, you would never touch Ransom Drysdale.

You sputter and recoil. You grumble as you turn your back to him and stand, tugging down your nightie as you stand and snatch your watch from beside the lamp. You check the time. Another early morning.

“Go to sleep then,” you grit, “you’ll be a lot more tolerable then.”

You sweep out of the room as you slip the watch around your wrist. You pad down the hall and rub your itchy hot eyes. Your head is already pounding. The thought of coffee consumes you, promising some relief before you face another day of that man and his incompetence.

#ransom drysdale #dark ransom drysdale #dark!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #drabble #up all night #au #club au #knives out #series

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driftingmoonmenace · 1 year

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THE CLUB AU REF IS HERE!

(Close-ups under the cut!)

#club au art #club au #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf eclipse #moondrop #sundrop #daycare attendant #security breach #y/n #reader insert #menace doodles

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heda-in-the-clouds · 11 months

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Hold me close, sway me more

Modern au where Clarke and Lexa meet in a club

Read below for my unedited ficlet I wrote after watching Emily, Alycia's character in Saint X, dancing in the club

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Anya convinced her nerdy roommate Lexa that she needed to loosen up and have fun socializing with other people at least once in college instead of staying home alone and watching her nature documentaries on a Friday night. She persuaded Lexa to go out dancing with her at the club close to campus

Lexa begrudgingly agreed on the condition that Anya would bring her home if she wasn't having fun after one hour. Before Lexa could change her mind, Anya immediately dragged her from the couch and pushed her out the door. Lexa wasn't even given the chance to change her clothes. She was still wearing her sweats and an old national park shirt in contrast to Anya who wore a black bodycon dress and heels

As soon as they entered the club, Lexa's eyes and ears were assaulted by the bright strobe lights and loud music blaring from the speakers. It was intense and awkward for Lexa who immediately felt out of her element. Before she could take a moment to compose herself, Anya pulled her to the bar and ordered them a round of shots.

Lexa had never been a fan of drinking so she eyed the clear liquid apprehensively. Anya encouraged Lexa to stop thinking and just drink claiming she needed some liquid courage in order to loosen up.

The roommates toasted their glasses and downed their first shot. Lexa grimaced as the vodka burned her throat. She was still coughing when Anya handed her the next shot and gestured "Bottoms up." She glared at her roommate as she downed her second shot.

Shortly afterwards, Lexa suddenly felt relaxed and giddy. She even sensed her inhibitions disappearing and replaced with a carefree attitude. She basked as a euphoric buzz flowed through her head. Anya was right. She actually felt more confident in herself

She's snapped out of her stupor by Anya waving her hand in front of her. She told her that it was time for her to show off her dance moves. She then dragged Lexa and led them to the center of the dancefloor.

At first, Lexa felt awkward as she stood still while the throes of bodies moved all around her. She felt self conscious since she didn't know how to dance. Sensing Lexa's discomfort, Anya gestured to copy her moves so Lexa watched her roommate moving freely to the beat.

Lexa played off her energy and movements. She tentatively bounced her body and swung her arms to match the song's beat. Her feet shuffled to coordinate her shaky movements. It felt unnatural to Lexa, so she looked to Anya for approval. Anya nodded and told her she looked good. Anya added that she needed to get out of her head and just feel the music

Lexa's confidence grew after Anya's reassurance and went with her advice. She stopped thinking about how to move and just focused on feeling the music guiding her movements. She was surprised by how easily she could dance when she let the beats flow through her body. Soon, Lexa was jumping and waving her hands in the air. Her feet glided across the floor to match the song's tempo. She even rocked her hips back and forth as she bobbed her head to the beat.

Lexa was having the time of her life in the club. She didn't care that she was surrounded by sweaty bodies or if her dance moves looked awkward. She swore that she never felt this free and relaxed in her life before. It was a feeling that Lexa did not want to let go so she closed her eyes and just danced

From across the dancefloor, Clarke watched Lexa. She was drawn to this girl who looked so out of place in the club. For one, she's wore sweats, a simple t-shirt, and sneakers instead of a slutty dress and heels like everyone else. Second, her dance moves were simply put, terrible and uncoordinated. However, she looked so cute that Clarke could not resist approaching her hoping to score a dance

When Lexa opened her eyes, she didn't see Anya in front of her. Instead, she was suddenly face to face with the bluest eyes she had ever seen. She instinctively looked away feeling embarrassed staring so openly at a stranger. Lexa had never been approached by anyone in her life before let alone someone as beautiful as this blonde bombshell in front of her.

However when she looked back, those same blue eyes were still on her. This time, they were accompanied by a sultry smile. She was saying something but Lexa could barely hear her over the loud music blasting from the speakers. Resorting to reading the blonde's soft lips, she caught the ask "wanna dance?"

Lexa felt a strong rush of confidence flowing through her that this goddess wanted to dance with her. She pulled the blonde closer and guided her hands over her ass to take the lead. The blonde surprised Lexa and tugged her even closer until their bodies were flush. She then possessively guided Lexa's body so they were rocking and swaying with the beat.

Lexa had never been held like this by anyone else before. She loved the pressure and warmth of another person on her. It made her feel desired. She felt her core heating up the longer they danced together. She looked up and found her partner's blue eyes have darkened. Lexa clearly wasn't the only one feeling the same

Fueled by her lust, Lexa turned around, pressed her ass backwards into the blonde, and grinded across her crotch. She grabbed the blonde's hands and encouraged her to feel her body over her clothes. She begged the blonde to ravish her neck with kisses. Lexa was moaning as the blonde explored and played with her body

Clarke was shocked by this girl's confidence and didn't expect her nerd to transform into a vixen in front of her. She felt apprehensive about feeling this girl until she guided Clarke's hands to roam across her body. With her consent, Clarke could not stop her exploration of her lithe body. She squeezed the girl's breasts and pinched her hardened peaks over her shirt. She left open mouthed kisses along her shoulder and neck. She dug her hands into the girl's hips and pushed her ass against her front to alleviate the throbbing in her core.

Clarke knew she had to take this girl back home. Before she could whisper the words "Wanna get out of here?", the girl was suddenly pulled out of her hold by a furious looking woman. Clarke recognized the woman as Anya and cursed.

Seeing Lexa happily dancing, Anya felt confident enough to give her some space to enjoy herself. She rarely saw Lexa looking so carefree and relaxed. It was a good look on her. Plus, Anya felt the soothing buzz of their shots starting to wear off so she headed to the bar for another round.

When she returned, she seethed at Lexa's new dance partner. It was Clarke Griffin, known player who left a trail of broken hearts behind her each week. She felt a wave of protectiveness wash over her for Lexa. She did not want to see Lexa become another notch on Griffin's bedpost. She marched over to end their time together before things could escalate any further

As Lexa danced with her blonde, she craved more. The kisses, hands, and warmth across her body wasn't enough. Lexa wanted to be fully enveloped and surrounded by her. She wanted to transcend to a new level of euphoria, one that she hasn't experienced yet. Lexa wanted to sleep with her.

Before Lexa could beg the blonde to take her home, she yelped when she was suddenly yanked out of the warm comfort of the blonde's embrace. It was Anya telling Lexa they needed to leave now. It was an emergency.

Lexa quickly looked back at the blonde hoping to apologize for her abrupt exit. She saw a somber look on her face. Lexa shouted out, "I'm Lexa. I hope we can dance again" before she disappeared out of sight.

Clarke was left alone on the dancefloor as she watched Anya take Lexa away from her. Clarke knew she wouldn't be able to see let alone dance with Lexa again with Anya in the picture. She knew her history as a player since she broke Niylah's heart, one of Anya's closest friends

Once they were out of the club, Lexa smacked Anya's hand away and demanded to know why they were leaving so soon. She was having a good time dancing with someone.

Anya told Lexa she did this for her own good. She told Lexa about Clarke Griffin's notoriety on campus as a player. She did not want to see Lexa's heart get broken. She deserved better than becoming another one of Griffin's conquests

"Promise me you won't see Griffin again. She's bad for you Lexa." Anya pleaded.

"Yes, yes. Fine, I promise. I won't see her again." Lexa grumbled

However when Lexa dreamed that night, she danced with the girl with golden locks and ocean eyes

#hope you guys like it #should i continue?#i remember clarke went dancing in season 6 and the clips fit perfectly with Emily's scenes #clexa #clexa au #rory's stuff #my writing #rory's fic #club au #clexa club au

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the-badger-mole · 10 months

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AU Bot Plots

I'm actually picturing this as a sort of Cinderella AU, too. Or rather, a Cinderfella AU.

Katara is out with her friends to celebrate graduation before they go off and start their careers. They end up at a lesser known club and having a great time. Katara meets a handsome stranger and they hit it off. They try to exchange numbers, but then the fire alarm goes off, and Katara and the stranger are separated. She finds her friends, and they head home, in various stages of drunk. Katara wakes the next morning, remembering the connection she had with this handsome stranger, but unable to recall his face or his name. She never got his number, but she finds that she does have a clue to his identity. Somehow in the confusion, she got a hold of the bracelet he was wearing. A medical alert bracelet declaring him as allergic to antibiotics. Well, now she has to find him.

Zuko has been struggling in his father's company. Officially, he's a VP. In actuality, he is a glorified grunt for the C-Suite, which includes his CEO father, and his prodigy sister. It's a rarity that Zuko is out of his office before 8pm, and very often he's working well past that time. One night, his friend, a new hire named Haru, declares he needs a break. He loans Zuko some of his best clothes and drags him out to a local club with some friends. Zuko meets Katara, who he immediately decides is out of his league, but on Haru's encouragement, he asks her to dance. He's half in love before the end of the night, but when he goes to get her number, the fire alarms go off and they are separated in the panicked crowd. Zuko wakes the next day disappointed that he didn't get his gorgeous dance partner's number and that he lost his medical alert bracelet. When he's ready to give up and move on, Haru forwards him a post from social media. Katara is looking for the handsome stranger who left his medical alert bracelet with her. Haru urges him to act fast. A lot of other men have already seen the post and are claiming ownership of the bracelet.

#au bot plots #club au #sort of #zutara #atla #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

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melodygatesauthor · 11 months

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Just a thot, Jake Lockley being a cousin of Club!Blue Jones.... Maybe Jake even becomes one of your #1 customers while working at Blue's club. <3 Id die from hotness lol

oh.my.GOD

Who's writing this hm??

WHOMST IS WRITING THIS

cause I would if I didn't already have a mountain of ideas I was drowning in. WHAT THE HELL.

And Blue getting jealous.

Jake's like, "Mm, you know that one over there, with the pretty blue lingerie and the eyes that take your breath away?"

"Her?" Blue points at you, "yeah...what about her?"

"How much?" Jake asks.

"For the night?"

"No...I want to keep her."

#jake lockley #blue jones #club au #brothel au #club blue jones #club jake lockley #sucker punch #moon knight

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shaydeoffical · 11 months

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Demon Slayer x Plus Size Fem!Reader: Clubbing AU

Intro: It’s Friday night and classes are out for the weekend. (Y/n) and her friends are hitting the club and confessing their deepest feelings for each other. Join (Y/n) as she navigates her feelings, body, and drunkenness on a night that could change her life.

Tags: Partying, Confessions, Chubby body, Chubby reader, Fat Reader, Plus Size Reader, Demon Slayer AU, Happy Endings, Giyuu, Shinobu, Genya, Kyojuro Rengoku.

Warnings: Drunkenness, alcohol, body image, creeps at the bar.

Notes: Big thanks to @the-secret-thief and @heartfeltcierra for helping me edit and encouraging me to post again! I hope you all love the new story.

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“You’re shaking, are you nervous or excited?” Shinobu winged my eyeliner, her hand resting on my stomach as she balanced the liner on both sides. The bathroom in Giyu and Tanjiro’s home had terrible lighting, so Shinobu was inches from my face, pressing me closer to the light over the sink.

“Both?” My breath hitches in my throat, my white knuckles gripping the sink counter harder as Shinobu and Mitsuri giggle.

“Don’t be so worried.” Mitsuri played with the hem of her skirt. “You guys are going to have an awesome road trip.”

“I haven’t left campus except to come here, or visit home. Plus, you can’t predict how things will go at a new club.” Flashes of my cousin’s recording me on my twenty-first birthday, roll through my mind. I suck my stomach in, taking a deep breath before laughing. “God, I’m really killing the vibe. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re just expressing what we all are thinking.” Kanae slips into the room, and it takes everything to keep my lips off the floor. She’s in a skin-tight lilac sleeveless dress, with a sheer butterfly shawl over top.

“Wow.” Mitsuri studies the glitter in her eyes and the highlight on her cheek. She had graduated from college last year and was working on her master’s degree, so she still liked to go out with us. “You’re stunning.”

“Thank you. You all look amazing.” Kanae winked at me, and I was frozen to my spot long enough for Shinobu to finish.

“There, beautiful.” Shinobu’s eyes never left mine, she ran her hands down my dress. It was a pink dress covered in hearts, Mitsuri had made it a point that we needed to match. While hers was loose and billowed around her body, mine was a little too big at the chest, and tight in the arms. But the fabric was forgiving, and she was so happy for us to match and I was just so happy to support a brand with a wide size range….

“You’re spacing out.” Shinobu pulled me off the sink and made me spin. “I know you love to dance, you’re going to have fun.”

“Why are we partying before a road trip?” I groaned hearing bass start to pound from outside… Kyojuro was defiantly waiting for us.

“Because it’s ladies' night.” Kanae smiled, wiggling her finger back and forth. We filed out of the washroom, and down the steps to the living room. The house was clean and simple, like a crisp spring in the morning. Their Uncle Uro had let them stay here during school. He was a teacher for the remote students, so he stayed in his office more often than not. That’s considering how often he was away at conferences, like tonight.

“Wow.” Tanjiro’s smile widened. “You all look lovely.” Kanao was beside him on the sofa, the two surrounded by books and loose papers.

“Be safe tonight,” Kanao whispered, turning back to her notes quickly.

“We will. Giyu will be looking after us.” I teased as the dark-haired man emerged from the downstairs bathroom. He was wearing a button-up, with all the buttons latched as they should, and a pair of black slacks.

“Of course.” He tinged red, and the front door opened, all our focus going to Kyojuro and Obanai.

“Hey, guys.” Mitsuri doesn’t miss a beat greeting the other half of the group. Now we were just missing-

“Oi, why are y’all so slow?” Sanemi bellowed from his car, laying on the horn. The only one not cringing was Kyo, who was way too focused on, me.

“Hey! We’re coming alright.” Shinobu growled, grabbing my arm and pulling me along. “We’re riding with Kyo, right?”

“Yeah.” I barely slipped my shoes on and clasped Kyojuro’s hand to have him follow along.

“(Y/N), you look amazing.” He didn’t need to be dragged, as he lopped arms with me and kept pace with Shinobu.

“Alright, here we go.” I laughed as they rushed to the red SUV. “Thank you Kyo, I feel good.” He smiled, and even in the dark the way his eyes crinkled made my heart race.

“Dibs on the back!” Shinobu opened the back door and tucked me inside like a cop, holding my head and everything. While she was studying medicine like Kanae, she might have had an affinity for criminal justice. She wasn’t strong, but she knew how to command a room and stay calm in a hard situation. Like the time we had to dissect a frog and it started to move….she might have quickly poisoned it, but it was quick and painless.

After more of a ruckus, everyone was in their cars and on their way to the club. Kyo looked back before we took off, he reached back and rubbed my knee and I swatted at his hand. “Kyo.” The smile that spread on my face was infectious as he grinned back at me.

“Ach hem.” Giyu had crawled into the front seat and was feeling infected with a smile. “Let’s follow Sanemi before he leaves us in the dust.”

“Is Genya coming this time?” Shinobu hummed, holding my hand and encouraging me to relax back into the seat.

“I think so.” Kyo then nodded. “I see his mohawk in the back seat.”

“They put him between Mitsuri and Obanai, how cruel.” I sighed, Kyo passing back a bottle of rum…my favorite brand.

“He’s abrasive.” Shinobu opens the bottle and then hands it to me. I take a long swig, and she follows suit. “But, I was the younger sister tagging along when I turned twenty-one. It’s a rite of passage.”

“I suppose.” I take another drink and pass the bottle to Giyu who takes a quick sniff of the bottle before taking a smooth gulp.

“Good choice Kyo. Did you pick it with someone in mind?” Giyu pointed his head back at me, and I nervously laughed, shrinking into Shinobu. It had been our pre-game choice since I mentioned liking it last year. There was no reason to call Kyo out now. I thought Kyojuro would deny it or make an offhand comment, but he didn’t.

“Why yes. (Y/N).” Kyo grins, shifting his car to the next gear. My heart was already racing, but now it was flying.

“So, Sanemi and Kyo are the designated drivers tonight.” I could feel heat settle on my cheeks, and a sense of weightlessness hit my limbs. Oh, to dream.

“Yup, they are.” Shinobu was still cuddled next to me, nuzzling her head on mine, our hair was gathering static and handing straight up, so I smoothed it.

“It’s not me for once.” Giyu could have been described as bitter at this moment, but the truth was he didn’t trust just anyone to D.D. Especially if I was volunteering. He really didn’t trust my driving and with good reason. Drunk or not, I tuckered myself out way too easily at the club and was always super sleepy at the end. Kyo verged on the same, but he knew when to hold back.

“We’re here.” Kyo parks, and we tuck the bottle under the back seat and hop out of the car.

“(Y/N)! Save me!” Mitsuri ran into my arms. I caught her with a slight wobble to my steps, thankfully Giyu was behind me and gave me a boost forward.

“What’s wrong?” I pet her hair. Most of the group went on to buy our wristbands. “Did someone hurt you?”

Kanae stayed back and whispered in my ear. “Genya ignored her and started to growl. So, she’s a little worked up.”

“He’s going to pay.” Obanai was muttering to himself, and I couldn’t help but think that Mitsuri might not be the only one needing saving tonight.

“Let’s get inside. How about that?” I offered.

“Yeah. Let’s have some fun?” Kanae was my backup, grabbing Obanai and following behind me as we got to the front.

The bouncer looked at my I.D. and then huffed. “You clean up nice.” He smirked, putting a band around my wrist.

“Um, thank you.” I looked into the club, mist scattered across the floor, and as expected, there were ladies in large amounts.

“(Y/N)! Over here.” Kyojuro waved me to the dance floor, a drink in his hand.

“On my way,” I called back to him. There was a large dance floor, with plenty of flashing lights and cool patterns to make me dizzy. But first, I needed to set my purse down with the losers who wouldn’t dance.

“There you guys are. Gosh, what took so long.” Genya was the one complaining this time. Sanemi and Kanae were sneaking off to make out, no doubt. Those two didn’t seem compatible, but there they were, just behind the speaker swapping more than secrets. “What are you staring at?” Genya took over my vision, and I yelped stepping back. Why was he so close, and why did he smell so good?

“Nothing.” I shivered, rubbing my mostly bare arms…fuck cap sleeves.

“Here.” He shoved a bottle into my hand. “I got this for you.”

I looked closer and it was a wine cooler, in my favorite flavor. How did he know? “Thank you Genya, this was very sweet.” I reminded myself he was still learning how to act in adult spaces…and it’s not like he had a solid role model in Sanemi.

“Will you, drink one with me?” he held up another cooler and uncapped it.

“Of course.” I break the seal on mine and undo the lid. “To tonight.”

“To tonight.” He nodded and we both downed the drink. While we should have been doing shots, this was cute. He was so sweet, and I’d go as far as to say thoughtfully. While I trusted him, he still left it sealed…

“(Y/N)! Come dance with us.” Shinobu was dancing with Kyojuro, pulling me towards her like a rope. Giyu was standing close by as my bodyguard, as usual.

“Come on, let’s dance Genya.” I tugged him with me and got to the dance floor.

“I can’t dance.” He whispered.

“Well, just watch us for a minute, and bob to the music,” I instructed, joining my favorite people.

The song changed, it was just words at first, then the beat slowly started to build up, with each new sound, I added a movement. Starting with my hips, working up my arms to my head, and back to my legs. Without noticing, I fully submerged myself into the music, my eyes shut tight, but I could see everything I needed to.

“Those hips don’t lie,” Kyojuro whispered in my ear, breaking my concentration long enough to get behind me and bump a stranger from joining us.

“No, they don’t.” I see Giyu had also turned away a few people from our group. I see Shinobu was still dancing with us, and Genya had loosened up a little and was using his arms and hips to dance.

Another song comes on, and we kept dancing, and drinking our collective body weight in rum. Soon Obanai and Mitsuri pulled us off the dance floor to do some test-tube shots. I was more than ready for another round of shots.

“I have an idea before we just take these.” Mitsuri put the bottom between her lips and balanced it. “We Ta-E iT li-E T-is.” She grabbed Obanai and kneeled In Front of him and lined up the tube to his lips, before pushing him down and letting him swallow it whole.

“No way.” Genya walked away.

“I wanna! (Y/N), do me.” Shinobu offered me the vile, her hand lingering on mine.

“No, me.” Mitsuri volunteered.

“Huh, she isn’t doing anyone but me.” Genya turned around, puffing out his chest.

“How about she do Giyu?” Obanai licked his lips. “ I can do you.” He looked at Mitsuri with narrowed eyes that kept daring the rest of us to offer to sensually pour booze down her throat.

“(Y/n), who do you want to do your shot?” Kanae snuck up behind me, laughing as I stiffened.

“Uhhh?”

#x plus size reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer #giyuu tomioka #kny shinobu #demon slayer genya #rengoku kyojuro #plus size reader #party au #club au #fanfcition #story #choose your ending

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spicymoonmenace · 29 days

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Been a while 💕

#club au #club au art #*drops this then runs away*#club au sun

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clxckwork-sun-n-moon · 1 year

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we have some corset-toting animatronics tonight, featuring Sun and Eclipse from @driftingmoonmenace Club AU. I know originally it was just gonna be Sun but I just know Eclipse would rock a waistcoat-style corset

#clockwork doodles #idk how much to tag uuuuh #au sun #au eclipse #club au

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moonshotsx · 1 year

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way back home - sashnetra (club au)

it's time for a first date 😌

here's a pic of the dress sasha is wearing 🥰

"Damn, look at you, mama!"

Kerri exclaimed as soon as Sasha stepped out of the closet with the dress she intended to wear at the restaurant date with Anetra.

She had opted for an emerald green dress with a high slit to the side, the vibrant color complimented her tan skin and eyes. Not to mention, it hugged her curves just right.

"What do you think for the jewelry? Simple or something extra?"

"I think a simple gold chain as to not distract him from the girls," the younger woman winked before walking up to a small box, "You can take one of mine, we can throw in a few rings to balance it out?"

Sasha nodded, "That sounds good, hair up or down?"

"Up, definitely, you look so hot with a ponytail".

Kerri watched attentively from the bed as her drag mom put the final touches to the look of the night - something felt different about her.

"You really like him, don't you?"

Sasha met Kerri's eyes through the floor length mirror, "I just want to make a good impression," she simply replied.

"That doesn't answer my question," Kerri raised a brow, "I helped you get ready for so many other dates, and you've never been this worried about it going well".

Sasha sighed, "You're so noisy, you know that?"

"Got that from you, mama!" Kerri got up and back hugged her, resting her head on Sasha's shoulder, "I just want to see you happy".

The older woman closed her eyes with a soft smile, "I know, baby," she let Kerri snuggle with her for a few moments before adding, "I'll tell you all the details tomorrow".

"Let me know if the dick is good!" Kerri joked, earning a playful slap from Sasha.

"Is that a way to talk to your mother, now?!"

The drive to the restaurant had been uneventful, Anetra had offered to pick her up perfectly on time for their reservation.

Sasha had heard of the restaurant he had chosen, it was on the fancier side than what she was used to but still didn't feel too uptight.

They were seated by one of the windows overlooking the city skyline, a dream view if Sasha didn't already have her new favorite one right in front of her.

"I hope you like this place, it was a bit of a last minute change since my favorite's restaurant was already fully booked tonight when I called from work earlier," Anetra started off after they had ordered their meals, "A friend of mine works in the management here, and they owed me a favor".

Sasha could tell he was a bundle of nerves as he sipped on his water.

She rested her hand on top of his, her thumb gently caressing the back of his hand, "You don't need to worry, I'm loving the place so far, and I trust your taste".

Anetra blushed, "I'm glad you like it".

"You mentioned work just now," Sasha tried to change the conversation to make him feel more at ease, "You never told me what you do".

"Oh, yeah!" Anetra's face lit up at the mention, "I teach taekwondo to kids. They are a bit of my pride and joy," he explained, "I used to be a professional athlete, first for judo then taekwondo, and almost got into the Olympics, but that... didn't work out".

There was a hint of sadness behind his words that made Sasha frown.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Anetra waved it off, "It's alright. That didn't work out, but it brought me to turn my love for martial arts into a job by training new generations and sharing my passion," he was smiling again, "That in itself is much more gratifying than any medal I could have won if I was able to compete".

"That's such a mature mindset to have".

"You can, you know, pop up to the dojang if you want to see a lesson. A few parents and relatives like to come and watch, so one more person there should be fine".

"You sure you wouldn't mind me there?"

"Of course not! I'm sure the kids wouldn't mind either. Knowing them, they probably will want to show off their skills," he laughed softly, "Even four-year-olds can be very competitive".

"What about you? Would you show off your skills too?" Sasha asked, resting her chin on one of her hands as she teased him.

Anetra's eyes widened, the blushing was back on his cheeks with a vengeance, "S-Sure thing".

"I mean, it feels just fair, you've seen me perform quite a few times. It's your turn now to impress me," she finished before she took a sip of her red wine.

The rest of the dinner went down without a hitch, Sasha smirked to herself every time she caught Anetra's eyes wandering to the neckline of her dress.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't like the effect she had on him.

But the more they talked throughout the evening, the more she found herself at ease with him. It had been so long since someone had showed genuine interest in her as a person, rather than her as a performer.

It was a refreshing feeling that Sasha wasn't ready to let go just yet.

Anetra offered to drive her back, not wanting her to be alone that late at night, and she gladly accepted.

Once they had parked near her apartment complex, he leaned to hold her hand, intertwining their fingers together as they walked the short way back in silence.

Neither of them wanted to say goodbye when they reached the door of Sasha's apartment.

"This is me," she let out, turning around to face him, "I had fun tonight," she said as a matter of face, still holding his hand.

"I'd love to see you again one of these days".

Sasha chuckled, "You have my number, baby. All you have got to do is giving me a call".

He reached to tuck in one of the strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear, his hand lingered just enough for her to see his eyes darting from her own eyes to her lips.

A question lingered in the air, she could see what he wanted to ask but was too scared to do so.

She took the matter in her own hands and leaned forward to close the gap between their lips, smiling as she did so.

#fic prompt #sashnetra #club au #boynetra x sasha

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