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heavenlyraindrops · 10 months ago

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☆ “ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ.” | ᴋᴇɴᴊɪ ꜱᴀᴛᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ☆

☆ She said “fuck me like I’m famous”| Chapter one

☆ Warnings: fem!reader, afab!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, awkward!reader, reader is literally a hermit, no established relationship, not proofread, porn with like a drop of plot, they get slightly awkward after doing it but it’s ok <3 ☆ Word Count: 3.3k | Available on Tumblr & AO3

“Out? For dinner?”

You tore your eyes from your phone to look at Ami, who was watching Chiho roll around on the floor, immersed in whichever new game of pretend she had devised.

“Yes, dinner,” she repeated, then turned to look at you. “I’m meeting a… friend. Not a close one, but a friend nonetheless. And it would do you some good to meet new people, and to get out more.” She raked her eyes over you, from your baggy clothes to messy updo.

“What’s that meant to mean? I get out plenty often. I’m out right now with you, aren’t I?”

“‘Chilling out’ at my house twice every week isn’t exactly going out, [name],” she sighed, rolling her eyes as she stood up, stepping towards the kitchen. “You’re like a hermit.”

You furrowed your brows together. “Maybe that’s how I like it.”

You heard water trickling as it filled up her glass, and her voice drift down towards where you were sitting. “I tend to wonder if I’m your only friend.”

At those words you stiffened, eyes opening wide and shooting up, back straight. “What? Friends?” You spluttered. “I have friends. I have plenty of friends. You’re not my only friend.” The words tumbled out of you hastily, and then you paused, flashing her a charming smile, trying to distract her. “You’re just my favourite one!”

She rolled her eyes as she sat back down. “Well, you have awful taste.” She handed you a drinks can. Your favourite.

“Hardly,” you uttered

“Just- you focus on work too much, okay? You need to find balance.” She took your palm, uncurling your fingers and placing the cold can in your hand. “Just come to this dinner.”

“…Fine.” You dug your finger under the tab, trying to get it open. “Who even is this friend, anyways?”

“Kenji Sato.”

You stared at her.

She must have mistaken your silence and blank stare for shock, or stupor instead of a reaction to what you considered to be an underwhelming statement, because she just sat back, letting her words sink in. They did, not that they meant much to you.

“Who?” You said blankly.

She blinked, then leaned forward. “Uh, Ken Sato? The really famous baseball player?”

You took a slow sip of the drink- the carbonation danced on your tongue. “No idea who that is. I don’t follow baseball.”

“You don’t follow anything,” she pointed out. “You’re completely out of the loop.”

You threw your hands in the air, exasperated. “Just- look, is he someone I should be impressed with? Like, am I-“

“I’ve mentioned him once,” Ami cut in. “Played in the States, moved to Japan suddenly? I was wondering why, and mentioned it to you?” She narrowed her eyes. “Unless you weren’t listening.”

“No no, I was,” you said quickly, then frowned, furrowing your brow. “Wait, didn’t you interrogate him, once? Twice?”

“Thrice,” she corrected you. “And it's called an interview, not an interrogation.”

“Same thing,” you said indignantly, with another gulp of ice cold carbonated sugar. “And you’re sure he’s just a friend.” You eyed her, testing her for any telltale signs on her face suggesting otherwise.

She simply stared at you, unimpressed. “Yes.”

“Okay,” you said, stretching out the vowel, rolling it along your tongue. You stopped. “Okay, fine, I’ll come to your dinner thing.”

“Yes!” She said, sounding a bit too relieved. You stared at her. “Sorry, it’s just- I’m so glad you’re finally-“ she cut off with an excited, pleased noise.

You looked at her, concern for yourself creeping into your expression. “Am I really that-“

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “Now, please put some effort into your appearance tomorrow night-“

“Tomorrow night?”

“Yes, do you have plans?” She didn’t wait for an answer, because she already knew it. “No? Thought so. Please put some effort into your appearance tomorrow night, because it’ll be worth it.”

“Uh huh,” you said slowly.

“I wonder if you even remember how to behave in a social setting,” she mused, and you smacked her shoulder.

That night when you got home and flopped down on your bed, pulling out your phone, your finger hovered over the search bar.

What was his name?

Kenji Sato.

You were typing in the words before you even realized it, and seeing the images, you froze.

Oh.

Shoving down any sort of deranged thoughts that could have been formulating in your head, you buried your face into your pillow and tried to fall asleep.

“[name]!”

“Ami!” You stuttered. Ami came towards you, eyes lighting up as she took in your appearance.

“You look really different,” she said, taking in your appearance. “Really pretty.”

You didn’t often wear clothes that were form-fitting or flattered your figure, but you’d decided that since it was a dinner with basically a celebrity, you might as well have put in some extra effort into your looks.

“Thanks,” you said, as she led you through the restaurant doors and to your table. Pausing, she turned to look at you.

“You look sick,” she frowned. “And nervous.” She clicked her tongue. “Maybe this really was a bad idea. I should have know you can’t handle-“

“No!” You almost burst out. “No, I mean, I can do this. It’s not that big a deal. I’m just meeting a new person, right?”

She nodded hesitantly, still frowning at you.

“Right. So, not a big de-“

“Hey, Ami.”

You froze, shoulders stiffening.

“Kenji.” Ami turned to him. You still hadn’t looked at him yet, eyes fixed desperately on Ami’s face. “This is [name]. Name, this is-“

“Ken Sato.” He held out his hand to you, to shake. You stared at his long fingers, then slowly looked up to his face. He was wearing this easy, charming grin. Your knees almost buckled. “I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”

You grabbed his hand and shook it. “N-nice to meet you.” You both held your stare a few seconds longer than you needed to.

He raised a dark brow, and you could have sworn his expression had flickered with amusement before he turned back to Ami. “And here I was worried I was late.” He waved you both on towards the table, where you took your seats.

Ami was looking at you, frowning. You gave her a wobbly smile back.

Oh, fuck this.

“So, what did you say you work as, [name]?”

Kenji’s voice snapped you out of your haze, and you looked up at him, eyes widening. “Oh, I’m an, uh, I’m an author.” You stared hard at your food, then looked back up at him to gauge his reaction.

He just leaned back against his chair. “Cool.” His eyes were set on yours. You flushed. “What sort of stuff do you write?”

“Uh,” your eyes slid to Ami, who was looking at you expectantly. “Romance, mostly.” The confession made your cheeks burn but you were too much of a mess to lie smoothly, not that it had even occurred to you in the first place- and Ami would have teased you about it later.

But Kenji just formed a small ‘o’ with his mouth, then smirked. “That’s cute.”

“Is it?” You had to fight to not make your voice sound like a squeak. He just nodded, taking a bite of his food like it was nothing.

He’d said it so casually that Ami hadn’t even noticed, instead pouring herself more of her drink and commenting on how Kenji had healed up. You blinked, confused, and turned as he held his arm out, flexing it.

“Yeah, quicker than I thought,” he said. You could see the faint outline of his muscles through the fabric and were so prepared to just jump out the window, then and there. He must have caught you staring because, without turning his head, he locked eyes with you and fucking winked.

You bit your lip, rubbing your thighs together and trying to ignore every instinct in your body screaming at you to throw yourself across the table. “You got hurt?”

He dropped his arm back to his side, rolling his shoulder. “Yeah. It’s fine now though.”

You didn’t press any farther, just eating your food in flushed silence, trying to ignore the burning you could feel in between your thighs.

“How’d you get here, [name]?” Ami asked. You stared desperately at your phone screen.

“Cab,” you muttered, rubbing your hand on the back of your neck. The app was empty. “But there aren’t any available.”

You checked the time. Half past eleven. You shivered, the night air biting at your skin. Ami looked at you, concerned. “Should I drop you?”

“No. No.” Guilt ate away at your gut. “No, you need to get home to Chiho, and I’m in the completely opposite direction- it’s not worth it.” You stepped back, and you could feel Kenji look over your shoulder at your screen. He leaned down to your level, breath warm on your ear. You shivered again, but not from the cold. “I’ll just wait until something shows up.”

“What’s your address?” He tilted his face slightly towards you, before pulling away. You stared at him, then frowned at him slightly, opening your mouth to reply, but Ami cut in.

“Look, I-“ she glanced at her watch. “I really need to go.” She pursed her lips. “I’m sorry, [name].”

You waved her off. “Don’t be.”

And she was gone, her car rolling off. You looked back at Kenji, and quickly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, mumbling your address.

He tapped something into his phone, and his face twisted into a satisfactory grin. “It’s on the way to mine. So I’ll just drop you.” He started walking down the street.

You stumbled after him. “Oh- are you- are you sure?”

He turned, walking backwards, in the same direction but facing you know as he shrugged, grinning. “Why not? Better than waiting around in the cold for a ride.”

“R-right.”

He led you to where a motorbike was parked, and you blinked. “You rode here on a motorcycle?”

He shrugged his blue biker’s jacket off, and without warning, draped it over your shoulders. “Yeah. Surprised?”

“I… don’t know.” Your face was burning at the action. “Are you sure…” you fiddled with the hem of his jacket.

He waved his hand at it dismissively. “Take it. You look cold.”

You fell silent. Then: “I don’t have a helmet.”

He reached into a compartment, pulling one out. “Spare. For situations like this, I guess. Comes in handy.”

“Situations like this?” You echoed, as he stepped towards you, setting the helmet down over your head and fastening it tight. Your heart was going a million miles a minute.

“When I have to make sure a pretty girl like you gets home, obviously,” he said casually, but the look on his face betrayed his nonchalant tone. He clambered onto the bike. “Come on, then. Get on.”

You blinked, face burning even harder than before, but did as he told you to.

“Thanks. For taking me home, I mean.”

He looked up at you as you pulled the helmet off your head, imitating the action himself. A strand of hair fell in front of his forehead. “Don’t think about it,” he shrugged, and your grip on the helmet tightened as you clutched it to your chest.

“Oh, but I will.” You dropped your voice to a husky whisper, and watched his jaw clench. Oh thank you god, I remember how to flirt. Kind of.

Now it was his turn to become flustered, as he gave you another grin, shaky this time. “Really?” He asked, voice hoarse. You stepped back, towards your house.

“You should come inside,” you suggested. “It’s not that late.”

He raised his eyebrow. “It’s almost midnight,” he laughed, but didn’t object to your offering, licking his lips nervously. You paused your walk up towards your front door, turning and looking at him expectantly.

“Oh, fuck this,” he muttered, abandoning the bike and walking towards you. Your stomach exploded into a flurry of butterflies as you both hurried towards your front door.

You bit back a whimper as his lips crashed onto yours, kissing you with a hunger you hadn’t been met with before. The door hadn’t even shut before his hands were on your waist, dragging you close to him- and then it was, and he pinned you against it, your back pressing into the ridges of the wood.

He pulled away, both of your breathing ragged as he pressed his forehead against yours, eye contact unwavering. He cursed under his breath. “Sorry- I should have- I should have asked.”

You were barely able to move your mouth, shaking your head lightly. “It’s fine,” you breathed, and his eyes flicked back down to your lips, grip on your waist tightening. “You didn’t have to.”

“God, you’re-“ he choked on his own words. “You’re pretty.”

You didn’t have time to respond before his mouth was capturing yours again, heat burning all over as one of his hands wandered to grip your nape, holding you steady. His teeth grazed your lip and you gasped, but he pulled away, pressing kisses all the way down your jaw and collarbone, leaving a trail of blooming bruises in his wake. His other hand fell from your waist to hip, pressing you close up against him, and heat pooled in your core.

“Ken,” you managed to whisper weakly through the dizzying haze clouding your mind. He paused, teeth pressed against your skin, and he leaned back up to you, ghosting his lips over the shell of your ear, humming. “Are you sure this is a g-good idea?” Your voice was shaking. He frowned, pulling away, and his fingers dug into your hips.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” His voice was husky with desire, eyes trained on your every movement. You could feel his breath on your skin. You opened your mouth, searching for a reason, but couldn’t find any. He trailed his fingers down your neck, brushing over the marks, to the collar of your top, tugging at it. “Come on.”

You stumbled after him, shedding the jacket, ignoring it as it fell to the floor, and he pulled you down onto the couch with him, hands on your waist. You fell into his lap, straddling him. He grinned. “Still can’t find a reason?”

“…No.”

“Then just relax,” he told you, lips still pressed against your jaw, fingers creeping beneath the hem of your top. “Because I’m about to make you feel really good.”

At his words you bit back a moan, sucking in a harsh breath as you bit your lip, involuntarily rolling your hips against him. He hissed, tipping his head back. You were certain his hands were going to leave marks everywhere they touched, feeling them dig into your hips as you dove onto his neck, suckling and biting, anything to repay the affection he’d shown you earlier.

His hand fisted your hair, gently but firmly tugging you back and away. “Stop it,” he hissed. “Just let me do my thing, okay?”

You looked at him, confused, and slightly hurt, until he quickly pressed a reassuring kiss to your lips. “I said I’d make you feel good, so just sit back and let me, got it?”

You didn’t argue with him, not when he flipped you around so that your back was pressed against the couch, or when he sank to his knees, pushing your legs open, letting out a shaky breath as your skirt hiked right up your thighs.

He let out a breathless laugh. “You’re wet,” he teased, his hot breath hitting your skin. He pressed a chaste kiss to your inner thigh, making you shiver, then another, each one lasting longer before the one before, leaving marks littering all over your inner thighs. You bit your lip- the mere sight of his face in between your legs was enough to get you dripping, even more than you were before, and he seemed to notice, because he let out an amused chuckle.

“Wh-what?” Your voice was broken, and hitched when he pressed his thumb to your clothed clit, sending a jolt of pleasure into your cunt. He smirked at your reaction.

“Nothing,” he murmured, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your soaked panties, tugging them slowly down your legs. Your teeth pressed down on your bottom lip harder. His eyes flicked up to meet your expression. “What? Nervous?”

You didn’t reply, just shaking, and he let out a slow breath, pressing his lips back against your inner thigh as his expression softened. “Don’t be, baby.” His lips curled back into his signature grin. “I told you you could relax, remember?”

You flushed, and nodded.

Without warning, he dove in, lips pressing down on your clit. You whimpered, not even enough time to react before his tongue licked a long strip up your entrance, making you twitch and spasm, throbbing pleasure aching. Your legs instinctively pulled together but he forced them back apart, tongue tracing slow patterns across your bundle of nerves, eyes hooded with lust as he watched your flinch and gasp.

You let out a broken whimper of his name, and felt him tense under you- but he didn’t stop his movements, slipping his tongue in between your folds, stretching you out with his fingers. You bucked your hips, but he grabbed your hip with his other hand, pinning you down to keep you from moving. “Shhh,” he whispered, his low voice sending vibrations into your core. You let out a desperate moan- it took everything in you to not desperately start grinding against his face. He chuckled slightly at your pitiful state, turning his attention back to your dripping cunt, slipping a finger inside. Your back arched, hand flying to your mouth to clamp over it. A finger slipped inside, curling to hit that sweet spot- you almost saw stars.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, screwing your eyes shut. “I think I’m gonna cum-“

He simply hummed at your words, the vibrations of his voice sending another shockwave through you, lapping at you like he was hungrier than before, fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace. You knew what he was saying.

Go on. Cum.

And you did, a broken cry of his name slipping past your lips as the orgasm crashed over you, legs shaking as he drew out your high for as long as possible. And when you finally came down he pushed himself up, towards you, capturing your lips in another feverish kiss.

You could see the shaky movements of his chest as he breathed heavily, feel his boner pressed up against you, his face flushed and burning to the touch. You pulled away.

“Are you… shoud I…” You reached for his zipper, despite the fact your voice was heavy with fatigue but he just shook his head, laughing breathlessly.

“No, no, I… don’t worry about me.” He cleared his throat, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “I’ll just- where’s the bathroom?”

“Down the corridor, first door on the left,” you mumbled, slumping back. He stood up, adjusting your head on the couch.

“Okay, I’ll- I’ll be right back.”

You heard his footsteps hurry away and the door shut.

You didn’t realize how much time had passed, with you laying on the couch, drifting in and out of consciousness, when you heard his footsteps approach you again. You looked up at him drowsily.

“Hey.” Your voice was barely audible. “You should stay here for the night.”

He opened his mouth, but didn’t object, even when you waved him over to lay next to you. You settled on top of him, laying your head on his chest. His arm looped around your waist.

“[name],” he muttered. You lifted your head. “Is this just a… one time thing?”

You tilted your head. “Do you want it to be?”

He frowned, then shook his head. “No. No, I don’t.”

You smiled. “Me neither.”

☆ A/N: visit either the first tag or the pinned post to find the other chapters!

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valalice · 3 months ago

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જ⁀➴ FOR THE FAME. a violet modern musician au

punk rockstar!vi 𝑥 popstar!reader

summary. the music industry—known for its raw creativity, dazzling performances, and turning anyone into an overnight sensation. but what comes with newfound success is being able to maintain a steady stream of traction around your name (whether it's good or bad, because all press is good press. right?), for some artists it comes naturally, becoming chart climbers release after release, while for others they struggle falling down the charts and becoming known as just a one hit wonder. now, when two artists under the same label are both getting sly criticism from blogs commenting on their declines, their managers have no other choice but to curate a classic pr stunt to regain their public appeal again, while creating buzz around their respective upcoming projects. what could happen when the industry's rebel and sweetheart become the unexpected pair of the year?

warnings. fluff, angst, and eventual smut. modern au. fake dating. enemies to friends to lovers. slow burn. reader's stage name is angel, you guys can honestly change it if you'd so like since it's rarely used. no use of "y/n". musicians: powder, ekko, claggor, and caitlyn. choreographer!mel. producer!jayce. homophobia and talk of internalized homophobia & comphet. addiction: alcohol & substance abuse, as well as talk of rehab. inaccurate knowledge of the music industry. social media extras & extended scene cuts. please check each individual chapter for appropriate warnings!

a/n. i'm am beyond excited to finally share this series with you all! this series started as a one off idea, and, well it turned into this. i know some have expected this, i've been throwing out teasers (more will still come) for some time. and to be honest i should not even be posting this series right now, but i cannot contain it for much longer, i'm just eager to get it out for people to enjoy! and is it hypocritical for me to be posting a series with the amount of drafts and request in my inbox? perhaps! but i promise that i will try my best to dually post between the series and other works! i'm still working on a posting schedule, so be on the look out for polls!

biggest thank you to @topimpabunny for dealing with my rants constantly, and bouncing ideas back and forth off of each other. truly, everyone thank her, because without her this series wouldn't even exist! another big big thank you to @veramores my wife, my best friend, for putting up with me yapping her ear away for like over an over. but nonetheless she is also apart of this series for giving me different perspectives on things. lots of love to the both of you <3

main masterlist ⋆ vi masterlist ⋆ read it on ao3

table of contents ◞ TRACKLIST

' 🅴 ' indicates smut

prelude ♪ popularity contest.

label mandated events. everyone dreads them, but social networking is a must; an art form managers have mastered and a sport to artists in order to thrive in the competitiveness that is the music industry. and it’s here where the two of you were closer than you had even thought.

track one ♪ sold your soul for . . . this? ( releasing february 14th on all music platforms )

with albums set to release during the summertime, meetings ensue to keep the artists on track. however, unpleasant news is shared that gives wake up calls when careers are on the line. oh, and a not-so-meet-cute happens between the bubbling popstar and spunky rocker.

track two ♪ the master plan.

uh, oh! looks like the track is still being produced!

extras ◞ DELUX EDITION

social media post

coming soon!

exposed ◞ BEHIND THE SCENES

discography ⋮ series playlist. reader's. vi's.

meet the artist ⋮ reader ꒱ vi

WANT A FEATURE?

comment on this post (and this post only) to be added to the 'for the fame' taglist! (i'm no longer responding to individually to each person who asks to be on the taglist, but i do see the comments and you are added!)

#𓊆 𝓐 writes. 𓊇 #𐔌 🎥 for the fame .ᐟ ꒱#vi arcane #vi fic #vi series #vi x reader #vi x fem reader #vi arcane x you #vi fluff #vi angst #vi smut #arcane #vi arcane x reader #league of legends #lesbian

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deprivedreality · 3 months ago

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𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢?!

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠...?

Word Count: 560

Content: Fluff. Mutual Pining. 3rd year Katsuki Bakugo x gn.reader in support course. Part 2 Part 3 (smau)

The afternoon sun was glaring over UA’s training grounds, the warmth seeping into Katsuki Bakugo’s skin as he finished his cooldown stretches. His muscles ached in a way that felt satisfying—proof of a training session well spent. He rolled his shoulders and glanced toward the entrance of the training ground, his sharp eyes catching sight of someone he didn’t expect.

You.

You were standing a few feet away, fidgeting with a big box in your hands, your usual confident demeanor replaced by nervous energy. He scowled, not out of irritation, but because his chest felt weirdly tight every time you were around. You were a second-year in the support course—brilliant, sharp, and, in his mind, annoyingly distracting.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, voice gruff as always.

You looked up, startled, and quickly adjusted your grip on the box. “Oh! I—I came to drop off the gauntlet you asked for last week.”

Bakugo frowned. “I didn’t ask you for shit. Hatsume was—” He stopped mid-sentence, realizing something. “Wait, you did the adjustments?"

You nodded, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah. I thought you’d want them done faster, so I, uh… volunteered.”

There was something off about your tone, something hesitant that made him squint at you suspiciously. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m not!” you blurted, your voice higher than usual.

His brows furrowed deeper. “Tch, whatever. Just give me the damn thing.”

You stepped closer, holding out his gears, but your hands were trembling slightly. He noticed, of course. He always noticed when it came to you. And before he could stop himself, he said, “Oi, are you nervous or something? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I’m not nervous!” you insisted, but then, without warning, the words tumbled out of your mouth like a landslide. “Okay, maybe I am, but it’s because I like you. Geez—”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Bakugo froze, the words hitting him like one of his own explosions. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, wide with disbelief. “What?"

You blinked, your own face going pale as the weight of what you just said crashed over you. “Ah! Wait. I mean—”

“What did you just say?” he demanded, stepping closer, his heart pounding in his chest.

Your eyes darted around, searching for an escape route. “Nothing! I said nothing!”

“Bullshit,” Bakugo growled, his voice lower now. “You said you like me. As in, like, like me?”

Your face flushed scarlet. “I… I didn’t mean to say that! Forget I said anything!”

Before he could say another word, you shoved the box into his hands and bolted, sprinting toward the workshop like your life depended on it.

Bakugo stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the neatly done gauntlets in his hands. You liked him. You, the same person he’d been watching from afar for months. The person he’d subtly helped out—gruffly, of course, but helped nonetheless. The person who had a laugh that made his chest feel too tight and a smile that stuck in his mind longer than he cared to admit.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, a rare, uncharacteristic smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You actually like me. Holy shit.”

For the first time in a long time, Katsuki Bakugo found himself excited to chase something—someone.

And this time, he wasn’t planning to let them run too far.

Part two right here

a/n: i have part two in my drafts

#deprivedreality #deprivedreality ─ blogs #deprivedreality ─ core #bnha #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki bakugou #adult bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x yn #yn

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zorosangell · 1 month ago

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I AM BEGGING YOU FOR PART THREE OF NURSE AND NIGHTGOWN PLEASE OMGG !! I LOVED IT SO MUCH

⛥ﾟ・。 rum

synopsis: part three of nurse, part two of nightgown -- nami notices zoro's recent, odd behavior and decides to drag him out to a bar in order to confront him. little does she know his funk is due to the absence of a certain someone... and little does he know that certain someone is right under his nose.

cw: part 3/?, fluffy fluff, comfort, nami is such an older sister, reader is drunk, zoro is emotionally constipated, zoro is WHIPPED, honestly might make this a series, what do you guys think?

"All right, that's it," Nami huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she leveled the man sitting across the table with a pointed look. "I'm sick and tired of your crap. We're settling this now."

Zoro's brows furrowed mid-swig, confusion and sudden annoyance forcing him to slam his stein down prematurely.

"The hell are you talking about?" he replied, using his forearm to swipe the excess beer from his lips. "Sick of what?"

"Of you, asshole! And your behavior as of late!"

At that, the swordsman scoffed, unable to stave off his eye roll as he leaned back in his chair.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Nami mocked in his voice, before quickly returning to her own. "Ever since the crew joined back up, you've been acting different! You're cranky. You're quiet. And you always keep to yourself."

"Is it a crime to want some alone time every once in while?" he fired back, sharply.

"Oh, please. It's every day," she scoffed. "You walk around the ship all broody, staring out at sea like a kicked puppy when you think no one's looking."

"I do not!"

"Do, too!"

"Do not!"

"Do, too!" the navigator leaned forward, raising a brow. "Did something happen to you while we were gone? Are you depressed?"

"What?! No! I'm not—!"

"Did you have a pet or somethin'? Did it die?"

"No! I—!"

"Did you have to live in a shack? Under a bridge? In the woods?"

"Nami, I am not depre—!"

"What? Did you meet a girl? Fall in love?"

She chuckled, amused by the ridiculousness of the last one as she glanced out the window.

Zoro? Fall in love?

'Yeah, right.'

The man didn't have a single romantic bone in his body, so much so that the navigator firmly believed he was incapable of feeling it (non-platonic love, anyways).

But as Zoro fell suspiciously silent, Nami's brows furrowed, her mahogany brown eyes slowly trailing back to his.

There, she noticed that he was avoiding all eye contact, and there was a certain tinge of pink stinging his cheeks as a bead of nervous sweat trickled down his temple.

He looked guilty.

He looked really guilty.

'Which could only mean...'

When the pieces finally clicked, Nami let out a dramatic gasp, nearly calling the attention of the entire bar.

"You did meet a girl!" she squealed, utterly ecstatic.

"You want the whole island to know?!" Zoro whisper-yelled, eyes flighty as he glanced around the room.

"Tell. Me. Everything! Is she nice? Is she pretty? Well, I'm sure she has to be to get your attention! Oh, my God! I can't believe this! Zoro and a girl!"

With a sigh, the swordsman sank slightly in his chair, accepting now that the navigator had the scent, she would be relentless in her hunt for details.

"It's not a big deal... I crashed on her island and we just... spent time together."

"No, no, no, my dear Zoro. This is a huge deal! Your first love! Ugh! I'm jealous."

The woman was nearly shaking with excitement and pride, her eyes moving to raking over all the women within the establishment.

"Did she have freckles like her?"

"Or her?"

"What was her style like?"

"How'd she do her makeup?"

"Did she do makeup?"

"If I'm being honest, I think you'd go for a more natural gal."

"What was her favorite color?"

"Y'know, you can tell a lot about a girl by her favorite color."

"Did she have hair like hers?"

At the last question, Zoro rolled his eyes, but humored the navigator nonetheless, leaning over slightly to take a peek at the woman she was talking about.

But the moment he set sights on her, his eye went wide, heart nearly stopping in his chest.

He couldn't see much of her face given her back was facing him, but from where he was sitting, her hair looked similar if not exactly the same as yours.

'No way...'

In fact, her everything looked exactly the same as yours.

Her hair.

Her skin.

Even the dress she was wearing looked eerily familiar to the one you would always wear.

But that had to be a coincidence.

Right?

"Is that a ye—Whoa! Where are you going?" Nami asked, confused as the swordsman stood from his seat, an unreadable expression stretched across his face.

It was as if he was in a trance, body on auto-pilot as his feet seemed to carry him toward the bar.

Even if it wasn't you, even if it was just a crazy coincidence, the simple possibility of it being you was enough to send the butterflies in his stomach into a frenzy.

Earlier in Nami's interrogation, she had hit the nail right on the head.

The man was not exactly depressed, but to say he wasn't in his feelings over leaving you behind would be a big, fat lie.

He was pissed he hadn't manned-up and expressed his feelings to you sooner, saddened by the fact that he probably wouldn't see you again for a while, cranky about going back to Sanji's cooking after eating your delicious food for two years.

Along with a million different other things.

And what would make it all better would be to hear your voice one more time.

To cup your smooth cheek in his calloused hand.

To run his hard fingers through your soft hair.

To—

"Can I... help youuu, sir?" a light, slurred voice cut through his thoughts.

Instantly, Zoro snapped himself out of it, his face burning with embarrassment as he realized he'd been standing at the bar the whole time, hovering over the woman like a creep.

Though, as his eye finally began to focus, he was quick to learn that it was not some woman he was standing next to, but rather the woman he had sincerely hoped for her to be.

The woman that had taken care of him over the last two years.

The woman whose warmth had never failed to bring a smile to his face.

The woman who had managed to win his heart and mind without so much as lifting a finger.

You.

"(y/n)!" Zoro exclaimed, utterly shocked as he pulled you into an embrace. "How did you—? Where did you—? What are you doing here?"

"Woaaaah, there, mister!" your brows furrowed, words slightly jumbling together. "No touchin'. M'savin' myself for th'new Greatest Swordsman."

Confused, Zoro pulled away, taking a moment to really get a good look at you.

Lidded eyes.

Jelly-like limbs.

Slight sway.

'Christ...'

You were drunk.

"Since when do you drink?" he asked, cocking a brow.

"Oh, my God, you hafta try it! The bartender man-guy gave me...what wuz it... oh, yeah! Rum! It tastes soooooo good. I think had two cups. Or maybe seven? M'not sure."

Zoro's brows flattened.

'Of course.'

Your first time drinking and you chose rum of all things.

"(y/n), what the hell are you doing? You know how dangerous this is?" the swordsman's brows furrowed, tone suddenly scolding. "Leaving the island, getting drunk. Does Mihawk even know you're out here?"

"Heyyyy, how did you know Mihawk is my da—?"

Quickly, Zoro slapped a hand over your mouth, stopping you from outing your family secret.

"Christ, woman," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's me... Zoro. Remember? Gloom Island, Chuki..."

He paused a moment, flush burning up his neck as he suddenly remembered something you once said.

"...M'the idiot that crash landed on your island."

Instantly, it all fell into place, and your eyes came alive with starry wonder as you finally realized it was him.

Your idiot.

"Zoro!" you squealed, practically throwing yourself on top of him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and peppered kissed all over his cheek. "OhmygodsImissedyousomuch!"

Taking a moment, you pulled back, cupping his cheeks and squeezing them.

"Ya would be s'proud of me! There was this nice guy I wuz talkin' to a minute ago an' he tried t'hug me but I pushed 'im off 'n' told 'im no."

Your words turned Zoro's heart into a puddle on the floor, his whole chest roaring to life at the love-struck way you looked at him.

Oh, yeah.

He was in deep.

Biting back a smile, he shifted his grip on you, his hands moving to hook under your thighs and lift you out the stool bridal style.

"C'mon," he sighed, ignoring the violent flutter of his stomach as you rested your head against his chest. "Let's get you some water and a bed."

"Noooo. Wanna stay up an'..." you yawned, stretching your free arm and rolling your shoulder. "...an' talk t'you. Missed you s'much, Zo."

The swordsman took in a deep breath, attempting to fortify his will, seeing as you somehow became even more beautiful and adorable since he last saw you.

Any more drunken confessions and he was going to end up in the palm of your hand.

"Just get some rest for now, all right? We can talk later when you're... you."

Turning around, he started toward the bar's exit, managing to lock eyes with Nami just before reaching the door.

Her eyes were misty, hands clasped over her heart as she looked between the two of you, flashing a warm smile.

She's a sweetheart, she mouthed, proudly, Don't screw this up.

With a scoff, Zoro rolled his eyes, quickly pushing open the door and stepping outside.

As if he would.

Though, her reaction did force him to glance down at you again, your now sleeping expression dragging two daunting questions from the back of his mind:

One... How the hell was he going to explain this to the crew?

And two... How the hell was he going to explain this to Mihawk?

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✰Pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

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✰Summary: in which the world gets a glimpse the wild celebrations that follow after lando's first win

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mclaren LANDO NORRIS IS A FORMULA 1 RACE WINNER!

LANDO WINS THE #MIAMIGP!!

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yourusername THAT'S MY MANNN 🧡🧡🧡

yourusername I'M SO PROUDDD

user82 OH MY GODDDDD HE DID IT!!

user91 one lost an appendix and won, the other hurt his nose and won something's going on here 🤔

user73 lando nowins became lando norris

user56 LANDO YOU'RE THE ONEEE

user66 ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!

user45 Lando is the king of Miami !!

user82 he done it

user04 Let's gooooo

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landonorris WWE FUCKIJG DID IT. P1 🏆 ps. thank you for all the support babe couldn't've done it without you 🧡

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lewishamilton WELL DONE

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user41 Don't break the trophy lando

user77 i have never celebrated a victory as much as today

user48 This Lando Norris win is the plot twist we all needed in the 2024 season

user32 DU DU DU DU LANDO NORRIS

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yourusername so proud of you love words cannot even express all the emotions i feel right now 🧡 go papaya🏆

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↳landonorris she clearly likes me more then you mate

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user28 i just love her relationship with everyone on tge grid

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user71 he literally ate and left no crumbs let's go landooooo

user91 so proud of him i might of cried..

mclaren so is this the lart where we say that you cried like a baby or....

↳yourusername admin...watch your back i know who you are..

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yourusername as you can clearly see we had a fucking blast and onece more i am so proud of you lan you deserved this 🧡🏆

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carlossainz55 had a blast glad we got to celebrate together

charles_leclerc alex says to not let me drink so much again

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HE WON HE FREAKING WONNNN WOO!!! as you can see i'm very excited so i just had to write something about it i know it's not the best but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless <3

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Relic Holders

A lot of people start MCD Rewrites from the beginning. I say that makes COMPLETE sense. Unfortunately I am a man who likes results, I like to figure out the ending and etch the ocean to its original stream.

So, that's where we are today. I wanted to show you as of current the relic holders that I have for my Minecraft Diaries. I take a lot of creative liberties and really worked to make this world my own so I understand if it's not everyone's cup of tea ! <3

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, there's no Aaron Lycan in the rewrite, I know he has a lot of lore relevance but I never got too attached to his character and therefore I never considered rewriting him. Now, almost three seasons into a rewrite it feels a little late to include him. I hope you all understand and enjoy nonetheless.

Thank you for your patience!

I will tell you what relic they hold and in further detail break down their designs in different posts! Then, I will share with you the Divine Warriors and how I got to this point :)

THE RELICS AND THEIR HOLDERS

From Left to Right, Includes species they are :)

Laurence - Shad's Relic, Shadow Knight

Zane - Kul'Zak's Relic, Human

Garroth - Esmund's Relic, Human

Travis - Enki's Relic, part Demon and part Elf

Katelyn - Menphia's Relic, Human

Aphmau - Irene's Relic, Ex Goddess (if ykyk)

I'm really excited to delve into these designs and I've got a lot to say about the characters! I'm sorry if this isn't what everyone is expecting but I hope to make you proud aphblr!!

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violetseaslug · 2 months ago

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I WOULD DIE for 18+ No-eul fanfic. Maybe the reader's first time ?! love u by the way:3

" ive fallen quite hard over you "

fem! reader x kang no-eul ୧ ‧₊˚ 🌷⋅ ☆

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🌷 warnings: loss of virginity, smut (duh) but nothing rough

💌 a/n: thank you for your request cutie, i love u more <3!!!

+ im rlly sorry it took me awhile to complete ur req! i procrastinate my smut fics the most bc i hate how they turn out. the fluff is good but the smut js goes downhill </3 so i suck at writing smut but nonetheless i hope you enjoy ml! 💐 sorry for any mistakes!!! bc its 4am now so im going to bed (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

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You had known No-Eul for around four months now—four months filled with breathless laughter, stolen kisses, and late-night conversations that stretched until dawn. You’d gone on countless romantic dates, from quiet cafe mornings to moonlit strolls where your hands found each other effortlessly.

So when she stood at your doorstep one evening, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand and a handwritten letter in the other with its final question reading, Will you be my girlfriend?—how could you possibly say no? You already adored her.

The weeks melted into each other, and the more time you spent together, the deeper you fell. Nights at her apartment became your favorite kind of escape. Curled up in her arms, your head resting on her chest as she absentmindedly braided your hair, the two of you whispering about everything and nothing.

And somewhere between those quiet moments and the electric ones—between her gentle touches and the way she always looked at you like you were the only thing in the world—you realized you were ready to take the next step.

But it wasn’t as simple as deciding. This wasn’t just any step. This was the step.

You had never been intimate with anyone before, and the thought of it sent nervous flutters through your chest. Even now, sitting beside her, fidgeting with the hem of your sweater, you could feel your heart pounding.

Still, you took a deep breath and forced yourself to speak.

“No-Eul…” you began, your voice soft but steady.

She turned to you immediately, her warm, gorgeous eyes locking onto yours with an unspoken understanding. The way she looked at you was patient, expectant, and adoring and it made you feel like you could tell her anything.

Suddenly, you were ready to risk it all.

“I think I’m ready,” you admitted, searching her face for a reaction. “If you are too…?”

For a moment, she just looked at you, something unreadable flickering behind her eyes. Then, a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.

Without another word, she pulled you into her arms, lifting you effortlessly as she carried you toward the bedroom.

And in that moment, she gave you her answer.

As No-Eul carried you into the bedroom, a soft laugh bubbled from your lips, a mix of excitement and nervous energy. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent, notes of something musky.

She set you down gently, her arms still wrapped around your waist as she pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Are you sure?” she murmured, her voice warm and careful, her fingers brushing over your cheek like you were something precious.

You nodded, heart thudding. “I am.”

Her gaze searched yours for a moment longer, and then she smiled, that soft, knowing smile that made you melt every time. “Then let’s take our time.”

She moved with a tenderness that made your chest ache, as if she wanted to savor every second, every breath. Her hands skimmed over your arms, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake, and you couldn’t help but shiver—though whether it was nerves or anticipation, you weren’t sure.

No-Eul seemed to notice, and she chuckled lightly. “Relax, love,” she whispered, pressing her lips to your temple. “I’ve got you.”

And she did.

Everything about her—her touch, her presence, the way she whispered sweet things against your skin—made you feel safe, cherished. The nervousness you had felt before melted into something else entirely, something warm and intoxicating, something that made you feel like you were floating.

Her hands, as soft as freshly fallen snow, and as gentle as a breeze in the middle of spring, began travelling down your body. Starting at your chest but stopping at your nipples, already hard. She couldn't help but take them in between her fingers and rub them together. She was mesmerized by your body and just how gorgeous it was. Kissing your body lower and lower while continuing to play with your nipples, you started to let out little whimpers.

No-eul paused her administrations to glance up at you with a look filled with nothing but pure adoration and love. You looked back down at her with a small smile and your already disheveled hair and gave her a small nod, reassuring her you were okay and you wanted nothing more but for her to continue what she was doing.

She continued her trail downwards, getting closer and closer to your already soaking pussy. You had always wondered how it would feel to be really turned on and how genuine anticipation would feel, and you have no clue if you'll ever be able to live without the feeling again because no-eul has already ruined you for anyone else. Especially when she uses that talented tongue of hers to lick around your inner thighs and inch closer to your pussy.

No-eul, getting quite impatient herself decided to waste no time in glancing up at you from inbetween your legs as she shot her tongue out to begin lapping at your clit. And as the taste of your leaking cum settled on her tongue, she slowly began eating you out with more fervour. her tongue was exploring every inch of your pussy, it went from licking inside you to drawing figure eight patterns on your clit.

And as she eats like a starved woman, your moans get louder and louder. No-eul can't get enough and thats precisely the reason why she pulls back away from your pussy to sit on her knees and admire your already fucked out expression and tell you.

"You taste better than i could ever fucking imagine," she says as she admires the way your cum is shining against your swollen clit. "You're doing so good for me my love," Her tone begins to turn from sweet and loving, to teasing. "But ive seen the way you stare at my fingers. Do you want them inside you, baby?" Although shes smirking at you and her intention is to tease you, you know she'd never force you to do things you didn't want to.

You look up at her with glossy eyes and messy hair as you whimper out a weak little "please."

And No-eul is immediately resting her head on your shoulder, biting her lip in an attempt to conceal the whimper that threatened to slip past her lips. Her touch, yet again softer than you could've ever imagined, begun drawing closer to your pussy. Slowly pushing one finger inside, your jaw dropped as you let out a shameless moan, the feeling of her fingers inside you was overwhelming but in the best way possible.

And as she pushes her second finger in, you find yourself unable to contain your whimpers. But no-eul was beside you to talk you through it and praise you as much as you needed.

"So good for me baby, you're taking me so well, hmm?" She says while curling her fingers inside you slowly, feeling your warm and soft pussy clench around her.

You were feeling so fucking good and everytime you heard her teasing yet soothing voice beside your ear, your pussy tightened.

Suddenly, a particular and unfamiliar feeling started rising in your lower stomach. Instinctively, you began gently pushing her fingers and gripping her arm, but no-eul wasn't stupid.

"F-feels weird..." You managed to mumble out.

"Just trust me baby, i got you, okay?" She reassured you with a gentle but loving kiss on the lips, adoration written all over her expression as she lovingly looks into your glossy eyes.

And you were so glad you did trust her because the feeling that followed after the sensation in your stomach came crashing in, was nothing short of euphoric.

As soon you regained your steady breath and the two of you settled into the quiet hum of the night, No-Eul didn’t let you go—not even for a second. She tucked you against her, her fingers trailing lazily up and down your arm as she pressed slow, lingering kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, anywhere she could reach.

Time blurred, but what you would remember most was the way she looked at you afterward, like you were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

“You okay?” she whispered, her voice softer than ever, as if she was afraid to break the tenderness of the moment.

When you nodded, she smiled and brushed a few stray strands of hair from your face. “Stay right here,” she murmured before slipping out of bed, only to return moments later with a warm towel and a glass of water.

She helped you sit up just enough to take a few sips, watching you with that same gentle expression, like you were the most precious thing in the world. Then, she pressed the cool rim of the towel to your skin, taking her time, murmuring quiet praises between each touch.

“You did so well,” she whispered. “I’m so proud of you.” And when she was sure you were comfortable, she pulled you back into her arms, wrapping you up in warmth, in safety, in love.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The only sounds in the room were your steady breaths, the occasional rustling of sheets, and the distant hum of the city outside. You felt weightless, completely at peace in her embrace.

Then, just as your eyelids began to grow heavy, No-Eul’s voice broke through the quiet.

“You know,” she murmured, her lips curving into a teasing smile, “I was so nervous when I asked you to be my girlfriend. I must’ve rewritten that letter ten times.”

You laughed softly, tilting your head up to look at her. “You? Nervous?”

She nodded, feigning seriousness. “Terrified, actually. What if you had said no?”

You grinned, tracing your fingers along her jaw. “I couldn’t have. I already adored you.”

Her smile softened. “I adore you too.”

The words settled between you, warm and certain.

You let your eyes drift shut, your head resting against her chest as sleep slowly pulled you under.

And with her arms around you, her heartbeat steady beneath your ear, you had never felt safer.

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