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lemon-berri · 5 months ago

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Perfume

Gojo Satoru has been standing in a perfume shop for the better part of half an hour now, looking for a specific bottle. He carefully scans the shelves, cerulean eyes searching through the different labels carefully, and still he can't find it. A pout crosses his face, and he hums in dissatisfaction. Maybe they've stopped selling it? Surely not...

"Hi sir! Can I help you find something?" The sound of a shop assistant interrupts his thoughts, and he turns to find an older lady in a store uniform, smiling up at him. She'd noticed him from afar, the tall man carrying a bouquet three times the size of his head in one arm and about a dozen gift bags in the other- he was hard to miss. Now, her gaze lands on the golden band on the ring finger of his left hand, and she attempts to connect the dots. "Is it an anniversary?"

Satoru shakes his head, a proud grin replacing his earlier pout. "Nah, I don't need a special occasion to surprise my wife - though I have forgotten the name of her favourite perfume..."

"It happens all the time!" The lady reassures him. "Could you describe the scent?"

Satoru hums. "Well... its like... watching the sunset, or being embraced by warmth, or thousands of compliments, and butterflies in your stomach.."

"I..." The shop assistant nods along, trying to help despite the fact that he's describing concepts rather than scents. Not to mention he isn't making much sense.

"Wait- actually I think I have a picture." Satoru takes his phone out and the shop assistant visibly relaxes. She takes one look at the picture he shows her, already knowing where to find the particular bottle. "She has good taste.."

"Don't I know it." Satoru grins more. He purchases the bottle, watching as the shop assistant carefully wraps it and places it in a gift bag with a nice little bow. He thanks the lady before leaving the shop, satisfied with the amount of gifts he's purchased today.

The sun is already low in the sky, and day will soon turn to night, but Satoru's day is far from over. He walks with a bounce in his step, whistling to himself and earning the attention of everyone who passes him by. But he doesn't pay them any mind, he's on a mission after all. The one he loves is waiting.

This route is familiar to him, so he isn't paying much attention. His mind replays the days events instead, from teaching classes to fighting curses, to his impromptu shopping trip. Around him, blossoms have started to grow on the trees. It'll be spring soon, longer days and warmer weather, a sign of new begins and good things to come.. right?

Its dusk by the time he reaches the room.

"Hey Angel, I'm sorry I took so long today."

He places the huge bouquet of flowers in a vase on the windowsill, next to the many other floral arrangements he's bought this week- it's starting to look like a florist shop in here, but you've always liked flowers so he doesn't care much. The more the better.

"You'll never believe what happened today. Get this, I walked into class, ready to teach the first years. Only they weren't there. Turns out all of them overslept." He chuckles, taking a seat. He places the various gift bags next to the chair. "I guess it's not too surprising, given there's only three of them. But it was funny listening to the three of them running down the hallway..."

But he gets no response. You're laying on the bed in front of him, resplendent as a painting, bathed in the golden light from the window. Like a sleeping doll. Just within reach yet so far away.

It has been two months. Two months since he'd heard your voice, or seen you look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. Two months since you had been sent on a mission against that strange cursed spirit, only to go missing for two days, and when they'd found you.. you'd looked just like this. Completely unharmed but unresponsive. Not a scratch on your frame, but refusing to wake up.

Nobody knew what had happened to you. And the cursed spirit had vanished. Perhaps you'd exorcised it. After all it's not natural for a curse to leave a victim unharmed and flee, especially without a trace. But then why weren't you waking up?

He was told talking to you would help. So that's what he does. It's all he can do.

"They opened a new bakery near our place. Thought I think I'll wait for you, so we can go together. Don't make me wait too long, yeah?"

Satoru comes every day, as evidenced by all the flowers and cards and gifts. When you wake up, he wants you to be surrounded by things you love, things that make you happy. You've always loved flowers.

If he's not here, or working, he spends every free moment trying to track down the curse. Or figure out what happened, some way to bring you back. Goodness knows he's tried it all.

He watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest, reminding himself you're still alive. At least some part of you is still here, with him.

"You know.." his expression relaxes, eyes finally showing the sadness he's so desperately been trying to hide. "It's hard without you. The students miss you, and I do too, we're all worried about you..." he sighs.

"But don't worry about that, okay? Focus on getting better. Come back to me."

Satoru spends a few more hours here, telling you about his day, making a few jokes here and there, and filling you into the most recent episodes of the show you love. His voice fills the quiet room, and he tries to imagine what you might say if you were awake.

It's early morning by the time he leaves reluctantly, but work will start up again soon, and he has to get at least some sleep because he knows you'd be mad if you knew he wasn't resting. He leaves the gifts by your bedside. All except one bag, the small one with the little bow on the top. That one was actually a present for him.

Later, when he gets home, he'll spray a little on your side of the bed. That way, at least you'll appear in his dreams.

Seasonal depression has hit me like a truck this year. So now everyone else must suffer too. 😈

Pt 2 Pt 3

I hope you all enjoyed the angst! As usual this is not proofread, please don't point out my mistakes I'll cry.

Thank you for reading 🩵

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fuck1ng-queen · 5 months ago

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Better than the series

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: light discussion, you being a bit shitty, jealousy, oral sex, Noah using that damn mustache

Author comments: hi bestiessss, how are you? if you follow me, you may have seen a post i made about mustache!noah a few days ago and honestly, i didn't think that post would get so many notes (which makes me think that mustache!noah is something everyone is interested in). anyway, i'm going to hell for thinking about noah like that and i'm taking all of you with me, kisses!

"It was great, guys! Thank you so much! See you next week!" You said, pretending not to be so enthusiastic.

You finished your work and lowered the screen of your laptop with excitement. Friday afternoons were always full of expectations. The daily stress of adult life kept you away from your boyfriend much more than you would have liked, so the closer Friday night, the sacred moment for both of you, got, the more butterflies danced in your stomach. Of course, you weren't a little girl anymore, and you weren't in the "getting to know him" stage, but damn, when you realized who you were dating, it was hard not to feel like jelly.

You took a quick but strategically effective shower, dressed comfortably, perfumed your hair with Noah's favorite scent, and quickly ordered a car to be there as soon as possible.

With a backpack on your back and a smile on your face, you arrived ready for your special evening with Noah. It didn't matter what you were going to do, what mattered was that you were together. The door opened and he greeted you with a warm hug and a kiss before you snuggled down on the couch. How good it was to be with him, you felt as if the week hadn't passed you by, as if being in the warmth of his arms dissolved all the pain and worry in your life. You just wanted time to freeze so you could stay there forever, just you and him.

"I counted the minutes until today. Our Fridays are sacred, but some weeks are so exhausting that they make it even more special," you smiled and patted Noah's cheek. "What do you want to do today?"

He kissed your forehead, the mustache he had invented to keep on lately tickling you slightly and making you giggle.

"I love our Fridays too. But there's one thing… the guys are organizing a gaming session tonight," Noah replied.

You pulled away from his embrace a little, just for you to see him more clearly, blinking your eyes a few times in a row. "But today?" you asked, confused. "Noah, it's our night."

Noah scratched the back of his head, knowing his explanation wouldn't go over well, but he tried to explain himself anyway.

"It's Jay's birthday. He's alone at the exchange and we want to give a little joy to his day. I promise it won't take long."

You understand that Jay is alone and he misses his friends, especially Noah since they've known each other for so long, but you can't hide your frustration and immediately cross your arms in disappointment.

"You're always talking to them, we hardly have time for each other."

"But we're together every week, we see each other all the time, and Jay? Look at his side, the guy's all alone there. I bet you don't want to feel alone."

You stand up, getting off Noah's lap and reply, still frustrated, "Alone? That's how you're leaving me, alone. You should pay attention to me. It's Friday, Noah, our day!"

He stands up, and although you love that look on his face, his already closed face gets on your nerves. You hated it when Noah did that.

"Fuck, am I not here? I don't leave you alone, have I ever left you alone? I understand that today is our day, I really do, but you could put yourself in other people's shoes a little," Noah sighs, trying not to be a jerk and get into an argument with you. He thinks of better words to say to you before he continues. "He needs it today, he's been feeling very lonely lately."

You exchange glances: from his side, the silent plea for you not to be as angry as you already seem to be; from yours, the growing tension and frustration. You sigh, not wanting to start a fight, but feeling deeply annoyed.

"Fine," you just give in, seriously. "But I'm not happy about it."

Noah kisses your lips and only replies, "I promise it'll be quick. You can stay in the room with me while I play, I don't want you to feel left out."

You enter the room together, but the atmosphere is still charged. Noah begins to set up the computer for the game while you sit on the bed, trying to hide your disappointment.

"Gotta call Emma so we can watch something on call. At least that way I won't be totally left out and I'll have someone to talk to."

"Sure, good idea. Just don't be too mean to the character on the show," he replies absent-mindedly, but trying to be nice.

"Don't worry, he'll have all our attention," you reply, giving him a cynical smile.

Noah nods, a little relieved, as you pick up the phone to call your friend. He sits down in his gaming chair, turning on the neon light in the room, and off the regular bedroom light to make the room comfortable for both of you. He adjusts the headset to start while you lie on the bed fiddling with your cell phone, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

"Okay, guys, I'm here. Let's get started before Jay shows up."

You call your friend, and she somehow comes over to keep you company. You sit down on the bed with your laptop next to you and start watching the show. Noah, next to you, remains focused on the game, occasionally casting a furtive glance at you. A scene begins, highlighting the show's main character. He's handsome, wearing a shirt that, despite its formal appearance, is brightly colored and has some of its buttons undone, tight jeans, and aviator glasses that hide his deep brown eyes. But what really catches the eye is his distinctive mustache.

"Look at that man, that mustache is quite a sight," Emma jokes, her voice electronically present in the room. "This guy definitely knows how to use it to his advantage."

Noah, between the music playing and the laughter of his friends, hears you both burst out laughing, the sound echoing around the room, and he makes a point of very discreetly removing one side of the headset from his ear, curious to know why you're laughing.

"The mustache is like… a sign of confidence. I bet he must be amazing in bed."

"Totally! Do you think he's good in bed just because he has a mustache?"

"Absolutely! He must know exactly how to use it. Just think, a guy with a mustache like that must have tricks we can't even dream of."

Noah finds himself increasingly interested in the conversation and can't help but mute the sound of his headphones, trying his best to pay attention, one eyebrow raised in excitement to know how far your conversation is going, and just pretend to play.

"It must be the kind that takes your breath away in seconds," you say, unaware that Noah is listening. "The kind that knows what they're doing, the kind that's… experienced."

"A lot more than most. If a guy with a mustache like that paid attention to me, I wouldn't care about anything else, I'd just need him and a glass of water to live."

You laugh at Emma's comment, but then you look at Noah out of the corner of your eye and become serious again. "Yes, but some people prefer to play."

Noah continues with his temporarily forgotten game, pretending not to be hearing, but his expression with his back to you shows that he heard every word you said. "To play, huh?" He just moves his lips, speaking silently.

The conversation between you continues, full of laughter and bold comments about the character on the show. Noah keeps the microphone muted for long moments, discreetly observing the interaction.

The show ends and Emma says goodbye to you. Your phone vibrates with a message from your friend:

"It was fun, but I'm going to leave you to sort things out. Good luck!"

You reply with a few words: "Thanks. See you, Emma."

You get into bed, feeling a little better for the laughs with her, but still annoyed that Noah's game is taking longer than he promised.

"Good night, Noah," you say, turning your back on him, then mutter something inaudible, still slightly annoyed, but mostly frustrated. He should have at least warned you that the evening was going to be like this and that you'd be ready to do something else.

Noah doesn't answer, otherwise you might think he was listening the whole time. He sighs, knowing it will take an extra effort to get your attention again.

(…)

The night stretches on and Noah finally shuts down his computer and takes off his headset. He looks at you lying on your back, and even though you're asleep, he knows that you're clearly distant. Without forgetting how you've been thinking about the man in the series, he laughs softly, touches his own mustache, and something in him is ignited.

He slowly moves closer, snuggling up to you under the covers, already pushing your hair aside to make room to kiss your neck, deliberately brushing his facial hair. You slowly stir from the tickle you feel and finally wake up when you feel Noah's big hand playing with the nipple of your breast under your clothes.

"Noah…" you sigh, still sleepy. "What are you doing?"

He keeps tracing long kisses down your neck, making you shiver, and in a low, teasing voice he says in your ear, "You think I'm not paying attention, don't you? Those comments about the guy on the show… Do you think he could make you feel that way?"

Your sleep begins to dissipate as he kisses you, making you sigh, feeling your resistance melt away.

"Did you hear that? I was just kidding…" You turn your face to find his almond eyes staring at you with desire, your ass beginning to feel his bulge growing behind you.

He pulls the blanket off you and turns you over on the bed, kneeling in front of you and pulling off your shorts and panties together. He pushes your legs apart and you moan softly, already completely surrendered to the moment.

"Kidding?" His laugh makes you throb. "I'm going to show you that I'm much better than any guy you see on TV."

And he dives between your legs, ready to taste you, but mostly to tease you. He kisses one side of your groin, then the other, making a point of brushing his facial hair against you, noticing how wet and thirsty it makes you.

"Noah… Please…" you moan, trying to move your hips closer to Noah's mouth. He smiles smugly and runs his tongue along your folds, which are throbbing with excitement.

He turns his attention to your clit, sucking and sucking, making everything hotter and wetter. The hairs on his mustache, which you had just imagined tickling you while watching the show, only made you feel more pleasure. Noah tastes you like a hungry man and brings you closer and closer to coming apart.

"Look at you, you tremble every time I run my mustache over that needy pussy… I don't think I'll be shaving anytime soon. Do you want me to shave, babe?" he asks, laughing and rubbing his nose against you.

"N-no Noah, I don't want you to…" and you moan as you feel two of his long fingers penetrating you, unable to finish the sentence. "Noah, please…"

He is relentless in the way he moves his fingers inside you, knowing every point of you, knowing exactly what to do to turn you on. Without much effort, he feels you clenching against his fingers, your thighs shaking in spasms, and he hears your voice break into a loud moan calling out to him as you cum hard in his mouth.

He pulls away from you and kneels in front of your still-spread legs to appreciate your throbbing folds and your flushed, orgasmic face. "You're such a silly girl sometimes." He smiles and runs his fingers, which were inside you moments before, through his own mustache and ends up sucking on his own fingers. "This is for you to learn to appreciate what you have."

And then he just gets up and leaves the room, laughing at the incredulous way you look at him, trying his best to maintain the idiotic character he's just created, even though he knows he'll be buried inside of you in a few minutes, making you cum a few more times to live up to your special Friday.

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whisperingmidnights · 8 months ago

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i absolutely ADORED the feysand x dove x azriel drabble you wrote!!!!! could you do another one w/ them with rainstorm???

Rainstorm was already used, but I'm going to incorporate it here anyway secondary to cozy sweaters. I'm glad you liked that one! I really enjoyed it, too.

The sweater isn't something I thought I would find in Azriel's closet: a cream colored chunky cable knit that's entirely too soft to be real. Truly, the yarn must have been expensive. It feels like butter between my fingers. True to his nature, most of his clothing is black and functional, allowing him to be called away with only a moment's notice...not that there's much of that anymore. Not with four little ones under the age of seven. Fatherhood truly has brought out the best in him, softening edges even I hadn't been aware were too sharp.

But this...definitely isn't black.

I pluck it from its hanger and pull it on, securing the hidden snaps at the back where his wings would be. I don't often wear his clothing for this reason, but the sweater is large enough to hang nearly to my knees. On a day like today, when Velaris is drenched with rain, a cozy sweater is a necessity. Especially in a house this size.

It doesn't matter how many times Rhys and Feyre tinker with the wards. They haven't been able to get the temperature quite to where all of us are comfortable, so for now, we're erring on the side of slightly chilly. Afyer pulling on a pair of long knit socks over my dark leggings, I consider my braids done enough for the moment.

There won't be guests today, no one I need to impress.

I hear Nyx and Astra in the playroom long before I see them. Astra's singing some strange, out of tune song in her high, bright little voice, while Nyx is almost certainly playing with his toy soldiers. When I peek in, I see him giving them orders to scale a mountain of stuffed animals while the figures float just above the rug. Astra seems to be watching him while her fingers flutter around formless splotches of colored light that hover between her palms, swirling like they might come together to create something if she would focus on it.

I've never seen a gift like hers, but she's been extraordinary from the start. Her pale curls bob as she glances down at the light between her palms. Her tongue pokes out between her lips as she stares at it, patting her hands like she's forming clay until something strange and misshapen flutters out. It takes me a moment to realize it's supposed to be a butterfly.

Since they're playing quietly and no one seems to be bleeding, I leave them to it. I find Feyre next, working on a particularly large canvas with a dark-haired babe curled up in a sling against her chest. My heart clenches at the little blue bow she's managed to secure in our daughter's hair, but I duck out before she notices me. I'd hate to disturb what little time she's decided to take for herself today.

Azriel and Rhys are in the office, where I suspected they'd be. A merry little fire warms the room as Rhys looks over something that looks suspiciously like an expense report. It is getting close to the end of the year, I suppose. I stop to kiss him on my way to the sofa, where Azriel's lounging in the corner with his feet on an ottoman, and our small, winged boy settled on his chest. He glances up from his book when I nestle against his side, the corner of his mouth quirking when his eyes flick to my sweater. I kiss the dimple that appears on his cheek before I rest my head on his shoulder, lightly stroking the tuft of black hair on the babe's head as he naps on, oblivious to everything around him.

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yuyu1024 · 11 months ago

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Film

Pairings: Wooyoung × y/n

Genre/tags: idol bf

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 fluff but smut, unprotected sex not too detailed (always be safe with consent), pet names, cursing, semi public, filming sex

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.6k

Disclaimers:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: just something drabbled

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You are dropping by to visit the boys in their company, just to visit everyone and say hi to your boyfriend, who you have not seen for a few weeks now since its comeback promotion still. And they are busy filming contents, interviews and many more.

"Ah! Y/N!" San yells your name as soon as you enter the dance practice room.

You shyly wave at him and then bow to everyone. "Wooyoung, your girl is here." Mingi says as he pats your head before he exits the room to go somewhere.

"You're just in time." San says in all smile.

"We just finished practice." Seonghwa adds

"Oh... I see..." you answer. "By the way, I brought various of bread and cookies. You can share it with all members." You hand each paper bag to Seonghwa and then San.

"We'll share it. We'll just go up stairs to Hongjoong and Mingi. They wanted us to hear some songs they're making. The rest are there already" Seonghwa says

"Ohh... cool." You smile whilst looking around the room, looking for your man.

You find him at the computer with Jongho, playfully nagging at each other.

"I just dropped by the say Hi... I'll go after I say hi to him."

Both San and Seonghwa laughs. "Don't just say hi... bring him home with you." San says, "he said he's done for the day. And he kept saying we should finish already since you are coming today... and wants some alone time with you..." then San pouts his lips and does the kissing sound. "Babe time."

You cover your face, embarassed at how blunt your Wooyoung is. "Sorry...."

"We're used to it." Seonghwa bumps his shoulder to yours, "thanks again... see you around..."

"Bye~~~ y/n...." san says loudly so Wooyoung and Jongho could hear

"Okay... later..." Jongho smiles and waves goodbye to Woo. "Thanks for the food, noona." He then says to you

"Welcome..." then you poke his cheek, smiling ear to ear. "You did well on the immortal songs.."

"Ah...yeah... thank you." Jongho shyly smiles

"Enjoy the food..." you add before he exits.

The second the door shuts.

"What was that?" Wooyoung asks

"Hmm?"

"Why did you poke his cheeks?" He makes his way to you and then immediately pulls you to his embrace. "You don't do that to me..." he inhales your scent and then kisses the tiny exposed skin of your neck.

"It tickles..." you giggle trying to push him away.

"You don't want my kisses?" He looks offended

"No... not like that... it just... tickles..." you're cheeks are pink. You are getting excited and shy at the same time. It's the same feeling you felt when you two first started getting into physical touches. It's... giving you butterflies. "It's just... been... awhile..." you mumble

"I know." You hug him back as he hugged you. "I've been very busy...."

"It's okay.... it's part of your job..." you assure him while stroking the back of his head.

"I missed you." He nuzzles his face on your neck even though your hoodie is giving him a hard time reaching for your neck. "Oh shit." He groans as he moves his one hand under your hoodie and shirt. "Is this what I think it is?" He whispers to your ear as he felt the thin cover you are wearing over your breasts.

You nod, smiling whilst biting your lower lip. "You said, you wanted to see me wear your gift... so... I did wear them today..."

"So... that means..."

"Yes..." you kiss him on his cheek. "You can film me... if you still... want too..."

"Fucking hell..." he grunts as he lifts you and carries you to the corner of the room, by the mirror. "You're so hot... you know that?"

You giggle and kisses your man in the lips. "I'm not... you just love me..."

He puts you down and begins to make out with you. The kisses and moaning are very loud. You are both sure someone might hear you guys from outsife but you don't fucking care. It's been a while. And you two are fucking thirsty for each other.

"Maybe... we should take this somewhere else?" You say as you pull away

Wooyoung didn't want it to end. You saw him go after your lips the second you left him, mouth open and drooling for you. "Just a few more minutes..." he breathes. "I want to kiss you more..."

You grin. "You can kiss me more later...plus I need... no... I want more..." you are so red after saying that but you are just being honest.

"Fuck! Okay." He is panting and excited. Then he pulls out his phone from his pocket and started typing so fast

"What are you doing?" You ask as you try to fix your hair and clothes.

"Just letting them know... to not go home for a bit."

"Wooyoung!" You hit his arm.

"What? It's better for them to know than to be surprised to hear us having sex..."

You are so red now. He's so straightforward. But he's right.

"And I don't want then to hear my beautiful girlfriend moan my name as I fuck her brains out..." he tease, smirking.

"Whatever." You roll your eyes

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As soon as you two got into their dorm, to his room, the first thing Wooyoung did is grab his camera and set it up by his bed so its easy for him to grab it and takes videos or photos of you at moments he wants too.

"I'm excited to do this... but I'm also horny as fuck." He says as you on the other hand begins to undress all the extra clothes you have on covering the laced two piece of sexy undergarment he gifted you last christmas.

"I'm guessing you bought me a cup smaller on purpose..." you say as you lay your hoodie on a chair. "Coz my tits are bulging out of this thing."

"Of course..." he grins as he goes towards you. "I love it when they are squished together..." he lowers his face and nuzzles his nose on your chest. "The most beautiful tits in the world..."

Then he begins to lick your skin like a cat until his tongue reaches your perky nipples. He does not need to search for it. Besides that its hard and pointy, your bra is basically see through.

"Uugghhhh... Wooyoung..." you throw your head as his tongue tickles you. "Ahh.... feels so good..."

"You're so delicious..." he bites your nipple playfully getting a loud moan out of you.

Carefully, he guides you to his bed. Positioning you to the perfect spot where his camera can get to see your whole body.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asks again.

All through out the drive home, he already kept asking you if you are sure. He didn't want to force you to do this. He knows he wants this because he wants to have something to watch when they are on tour, something to help him when he needs to jerk off.

He needs your moan, your breathing and your body to satisfy himself.

You are his only muse. His only heaven.

"I only mentioned this once with you... and if you really don't want too it's f--"

You stop him from talking by pulling him down by his collar, and kiss him hard. Sucking his lower lip and make his body shake and his dick rock solid harder than its already are.

"Just fuck me... film me... whatever you want... you have my consent..." you kiss the corner of his lips. "I love you... I will do this for you." You add

From an outsiders perspective, you two looked like you are filming a some kind of porn shit but its more than that.

Wooyoung is capturing his favorite moments during your love making. The way your eyes glistens when you are about to peak, the way your cheeks turn pink, your lip bites and the way you moan his name every time he makes you feel good. He want to see and hear all that whenever he is away.

"Fuck! You're so hot baby!" He says as he films how your breast bounce at every pounce. "Shit!" Wooyoung then puts his camera down on the bedside table. "I need to focus on you now..." he mumbles. "I love you..." he goes down to kiss you as he moves his hips closer to make his dick go deeper

"I love you..." you answer. "So much!"

You wrap your legs around his waist and you felt your inside clench more.

"Aaah... Wooyoung... Woo.....aaaah..." he sucks your breast as he continue thrusting.

"I'm close...." he mumbles

The two of you explodes as you reach both climaxes.

Catching your breathe as your boyfriend falls down on top of you, eyes closed and one hand on your tits.

"I don't think my camera... or any camera can capture how fucking amazing you are." He says.

"You complement me so much..." you say, stroking his hair. "I just learn how to have sex with you... I'm not that experience..."

He raise his head to look at you. "And so...? You are still perfect for me..."

You blush at how serious his face is. Wooyoung is blunt yes. But that does not mean he can't say the sweetest words.

He really gives you reassurance, hypes you up and showers you with love whenever he can.

"Hmm.. so... when will you stop the recording...?" You glance at his camera who's directly focused on him and your tits.

The LCD of the camera is switched so you both can see what is being recorded.

"You want to stop now?"

"I think so...just finished sex..."

"Finished?" His eyes slowly smiles and then he playfully licks your nipple. "Are you sure?"

You giggle at how naughty he is. "Hmm.... no..." then you scrunch your face. "Maybe... let's film a part two...?"

"Really?" He looks excited.

"Yeah... but... maybe..... I'll be on top this time."

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cinnaminsvga · 9 months ago

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25 | valedictorian!namjoon

25. ❝ things you said in front of other people❞ genre: angst // words: 2.3K a/n: happy belated bday to joonbug... keep healthy and stay safe, many people are rooting for you (that's @ you, my dear reader)

The truth of the matter was that… Namjoon was stupid.

It was an undeniable fact that he has lived with for the entirety of his life so far. He could read hundreds of books on every topic under the sun, but it would never erase the cloying idiocy that seemed to cling to him like the plague.

No one could ever tell he didn’t try, though. He studied hard, from mathematics to poetry, in hopes of honing his skills. He asked to be enrolled into the Kumon program when he was six, for crying out loud. When other kids his age were collecting Pokémon cards and watching Dragon Ball, he was sharpening the blade… of his mind. It was nerdy, loser-like behavior, but he didn’t care. Or at least, that’s what he convinced himself to believe.

It was easier to swallow the pain of a lost childhood to academics when he could trick himself into thinking that he wanted to become smarter, that’s all. Perhaps it was this fallacy that led him down this road of stupidity, but Namjoon didn’t want to think too hard about it. At least, not anymore. It felt like it was too late to cry over spilled milk at this point.

After all, it was his last day of university, officially. He was one step away from entering the gates of adulthood, his shoulders already sagging from the idea of being an overworked salaryman. He was sitting quietly outside the graduation ceremony hall, watching as classmates that he’s known for the better part of four-ish years walked around campus in their sweeping black togas. Occasionally, echoes of “congratulations!” and “you did it!” were directed towards him as they sent their regards. Their gaze would then sweep down to the semi-crumpled piece of paper in his sweaty hands, which held the words he would utter in front of the entire student body in just a few short hours.

He hadn’t seen you around yet. This year’s graduating class seemed larger than ever, though Namjoon suspected that his growing nausea had more to do with the speech than the actual number of students. The thought of public speaking had never unnerved him before—years of debate club had strengthened his resolve and decades of bullying had hardened his heart. He would never quiver before a crowd, but today was different. Today, you would be there. You were always the difference when it came to him.

He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to see you before the ceremony. If you had walked up to him, smiling and effortlessly bright as always, all the nerves he’d painstakingly held together over the past two weeks might have crumbled right there. For some reason, you made him so damn stupid, but he could never fault you for that. It was definitely a skill issue, as his friend Jungkook liked to say.

It was funny, in a tragic sort of way. This was the first time in his entire life that he regretted studying so hard. If he hadn’t been so obsessive about his grades, then perhaps he wouldn’t have become valedictorian. Then, he wouldn’t have been approached, no, forced by the school dean to have the honor of delivering the graduation speech this year.

He’d always been fascinated by the butterfly effect—small decisions creating ripples with larger consequences. It was poetic in theory. In reality, it was nothing short of brutal. If he hadn’t spent his whole life focused on books and tests, maybe he wouldn’t have ended up here, teetering on the edge of a confession he wasn’t even sure he was brave enough to give.

Because of course, it wasn’t the crowd he feared. It was you.

You, with your easy smiles and the way you always managed to be in the right place at the right time. You, who had been there for him since freshman year, had quietly burrowed a space inside his chest and decided to call it home.

Namjoon had never been good with people. Socializing was an art he couldn’t grasp, a dance he didn’t know the steps to. But you made it look so effortless. And for years, he had told himself that he couldn’t risk it—that he couldn’t jeopardize what little connection he had with you by saying the wrong thing, by stumbling through a conversation the way he always did.

So he stayed silent, letting the moments slip by. And now, it was too late. You were both graduating. He’d spent all this time standing on the sidelines, watching as life moved forward, always assuming there’d be more time to figure it out.

But the end was fast approaching.

In a matter of hours, you’d both walk across the stage and into lives that likely wouldn’t intersect as easily. This graduation could be the last time he saw you, the last time he’d have a reason to talk to you without it feeling forced.

He knew he had to say something, anything. He had spent too long letting his feelings fester, too long hiding behind his books. This speech, this moment, was his last chance to tell you how much you meant to him. Even if you never understood the full weight of his words, he needed to say them. He could act like a fool in front of the entire world for all he cared. He just needed to know that he tried.

He could feel his neck growing hot as the volunteer ushers called for everyone to take their positions as they all prepared for the procession. He was placed near the front of the queue as expected, given that he’d need to sit right at the front to make it easier for him to take the stage. He was surrounded by more familiar faces, their lips curved into smiles despite the way their eyes were digging daggers into his chest.

But Namjoon was undeterred. In fact, their jealousy only fueled his determination.

You were likely somewhere behind him, just one face among a sea of hundreds. He probably wouldn’t even be able to spot you from his seat, nor when he would go to stand in front. It’s for the best, he argued to himself, but a small part of him wished you were by his side, much like how you always had been.

The blaring, triumphant procession music sounded like static in his ears as he robotically made his way to his assigned seat. His parents were somewhere in the stands, but he didn’t have the willpower to look around for them. He was dead set on calming his thundering heart, and seeing the mildly impressed expression of his Korean father wouldn’t exactly be the boost of confidence that he needed.

It will all be over in no time, said the hopeful part of himself. It sounded strangely like your voice.

More like I will be over in no time, said the self-sabotaging part of himself. This one sounded just like him. The one who put him in this mess in the first place.

The president of the university was giving his well-wishes. He stood and clapped and bowed when instructed, but he was focusing most of his brain power trying not to vomit and die. That wouldn’t be a good look, even for him. The world was growing hazy and unfocused, and it felt like the ceiling was going to come crashing down on him. He would welcome that ending, at this point.

Namjoon swallowed hard, his throat dry despite the bottle of water he’d drained before the ceremony. He could feel the weight of the folded speech in his clasped hands, the corners pressing into his palm like tiny daggers. He wasn’t sure what was more terrifying: standing in front of hundreds of people, or the fact that his heart was laid bare between the lines of his carefully constructed words.

The applause died down. He faintly registered that the university president was calling his name. He stood, legs shaking, and made his way to the podium. The walk felt endless, each step dragging him further into the spotlight, further into the unknown. He couldn’t run now, not with the eyes of his peers, professors, and—you—on him.

He adjusted the microphone, his hands trembling as he unfolded the speech. The words blurred momentarily, but he forced himself to focus. He took a breath. And then another.

“I…uh…” He coughed, clearing his throat. “Good afternoon, everyone.”

The crowd was silent, waiting.

“I stand here today, not just as a student, but as someone who’s grown alongside all of you. We’ve faced challenges together, celebrated victories, and somehow survived the never-ending deadlines. Dear god, the deadlines…” Namjoon started, hazarding a tentative smile.

A few chuckles echoed back at him. He felt a sliver of relief, but it wasn’t enough to ease the squirrel doing jump-and-jacks in his stomach.

“Today is supposed to be a day of closure, a final chapter before we all move on to new beginnings. But I think… not everything in life wraps up so neatly. Some things, the things that matter most, tend to linger with you. They stay in your mind, in your heart, even when you’re not sure how to express them.”

He shifted slightly, his grip tightening on the edges of the podium.

“I’ve learned a lot over these past few years—about hard work, perseverance, and how to navigate life’s uncertainties. But perhaps the most valuable lesson has been about people. About the quiet impact someone can have on your life without them ever realizing it. How sometimes, you don't even realize it yourself until it’s too late.”

He paused, the words feeling heavier than they had in his rehearsals.

“There are moments that leave an impression on you. A smile, a shared laugh, a conversation at just the right time. These things can change the course of your day—maybe even the course of your life. And we don’t always get the chance to say how much those moments meant.”

Namjoon’s gaze swept the crowd, but for a fraction of a second, his eyes landed in the general area where he thought you might be sitting. He quickly looked away before anyone could notice.

“So, while this is a time for celebration and new opportunities, I’d like to encourage everyone to remember the people who’ve helped shape who we are today. After all, we are nothing if not a sum of all our parts. All of us were built by every shard of wisdom and experience that have been gifted to us by our professors, our esteemed staff, our classmates, our family… and our loved ones.” Namjoon’s voice nearly cracked at the end, his throat seizing with unspoken emotion. He shook his head imperceptibly, pushing himself just a little more.

I’m almost at the finish line. Find courage, Kim Namjoon.

“As we reach the end of our journey, wherever the rest of our lives may take us, we must never forget to thank the ones who were there quietly, maybe when we needed them the most, even if we never said a word. They’re the ones who matter most in the end.”

A soft murmur rippled through the crowd, but Namjoon pressed on, his mind spinning as he forced himself to keep going.

“We may not always get the chance to go back and say the things we never said. But if you’re lucky, maybe you’ll find the courage to express what’s been in your heart before it’s too late.”

He swallowed hard, his throat dry, hoping that somehow, in the sea of faces, you would understand what he couldn’t quite say aloud.

“Thank you, to all those people. You’ve made all the difference.”

Namjoon descended from the podium with shaky legs, the sound of polite applause blending into the blood rushing in his ears. He returned to his seat, barely registering the congratulations from his classmates. His chest felt tight, his heart still racing from the speech. The words he had rehearsed so many times now echoed in his mind, and for a moment, he wondered if anyone—if you—had understood what he really meant.

The ceremony continued, speeches blending into each other, names being called in a steady rhythm. Namjoon tried to focus, but it was as if he were outside of himself, watching everything from a distance. His own moment to receive his diploma passed in a blur—the walk across the stage, the handshake with the university president, the obligatory photo—he barely remembered any of it.

But then, as the procession continued, he heard your name.

It was as if Namjoon’s world had tilted on its axis. His fingers gripped the edge of his chair as he watched you make your way to the stage, your calm, steady steps betraying none of the nervous energy he felt. You looked poised, composed—everything he wished he could be.

When you reached the podium, your eyes scanned the front of the crowd. You knew where he was seated, it would only be a matter of time until you—And then, for just a split second, they found his.

The world seemed to slow down. The noise of the crowd, the hum of the microphone, even the faint breeze of the air conditioner rustling through the venue—it all faded away. Namjoon felt his pulse thunder in his ears as your gaze held his, steady and unreadable. He felt faint, like a sudden gust of wind might push him over. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking, and that terrified him.

He was certain it would end there, just a fleeting moment of eye contact that would leave him overanalyzing for days, wondering what you saw when you looked at him. But then the photographer said something Namjoon could barely hear, and you turned away to take your diploma.

"Smile for the camera!" the photographer called.

You turned back, but not toward the camera. You smiled—not a polite, rehearsed one for the photo, but a soft, genuine smile that lit up your face. And it wasn’t for the photographer. It was for him.

Namjoon’s breath hitched, his mind scrambling to process what had just happened. His heart was pounding again, but this time it wasn’t out of fear. It was something else. Something warmer, something that made the world around him fade even further.

The camera flashed, capturing the moment, but all Namjoon could see was you.

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jakeyzzz · 2 years ago

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birthday boy

( a/n : happy birthday jake! I love you SO much and i'm so proud of you ♡ sending so so so much love ! <3 )

this is obviously a birthday special ! 🤭

masterlist ✿⁠

( fluff !!!! ) jake x f!reader headcanon

warnings ! - (waking up with jake, mentions of nudity, kissing, happy tears, this is way too cute y'all)

!!! If i missed anything please let me know

!!! english is NOT my first language so please be nice

🤍 1k words 🤍

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Jake's eyes immediately met your sleepy ones as soon as he opened them. He gently rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as his mouth curved into a soft smile, making you giggle quietly. ,,Good morning, birthday boy'' You whispered, kissing his forehead softly. Jake groaned sleepily before quickly pulling you into his arms. ,,Good morning my love...''

Jake had a huge grin on his face. Having you in his arms, feeling your warm skin right against his already made him the happiest man alive. He didn't need anything else. He didn't need a stupid birthday present. He only needed you.

Jake suddenly attacked you with kisses all over your face, which made you squeal. He laughed at your reaction before kissing your lips gently.

You immediately melted into the kiss. No matter how many times Jake kissed you, he made every single kiss feel special. He kissed you so beautifully. The way he caressed the skin of your waist when he smiled into the kiss made a million butterflies explode in your stomach.

In fact, he knew exactly what he was doing.

,,So .. what do you wanna do today ?'' You asked. Jake smiled softly, gently putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

,,I wanna stay in bed with you all day.''

You raised your eyebrow at him, making him giggle.

His answer didn't surprise you at all. But you still decided to act like it did.

,, Are you sure ?''

,,More than sure. ''

You smiled at Jake before quickly kissing the tip of his nose. ,,I've got something for you...'' You confessed. Jake sighed. ,,I don't want you to spend any money on me, princess''

You smiled cheekily. ,,Don't worry ... I didn't...''

You carefully got up, wrapping your blanket around your naked body before walking to the other side of your shared bedroom.

,,Nothing I haven't seen before !''

You chuckled, rolling your eyes at Jake's comment before quickly grabbing the little gift you prepared for him. You hid it behind your back as you carefully got into your bed again.

,,Close your eyes, Jakey'' You commanded. Jake grinned as he slowly closed his eyes.

You gently grabbed his Hand, before placing the gift on the palm of it. Jake slightly flinched, making you giggle. You gently kissed his fingertips as an apology for scaring him before telling him to open his eyes.

He stared at the small gift for a few seconds before looking at you.

,,I love it'' He stated.

,,You haven't even completely seen it yet ! '' You laughed loudly, resting your head against your boyfriend's shoulder.

,,Yes I know, but it's a lego heart ! Are you kidding me ? I love this !!''

You quickly kissed his lips, still giggling.

,,You're the most adorable person I've ever met do you know that ? Open the letter, baby ''

Jake carefully put the lego heart aside before taking the colorful envelope into his hand. Again, he stared at it for a few seconds before finally opening it, taking your self written letter out. He smiled widely seeing your handwriting, finding it incredibly cute.

,,Hi, Hubby. As I'm writing this letter, you're fully asleep on my tummy. It's kinda hard to write a letter and caress your hair at the same time, but it's alright.

I think can do it.

I'm writing this letter because I want you to know how much I love and appreciate you. Every single second i get to spend with you means the world to me. Do you remember when you called me in the middle of the night and asked me if I wanted to go on a late night walk with you ? I stumbled over this big rock and you caught me right before I hit the ground. We laughed for ten minutes straight only because the way I fell looked silly. It was ridiculous. After that you took me to a 24h convenience store. We got a bunch of snacks and sat down in the middle of the store to eat them.

Jake giggled at the memory.

We joked around, making each other laugh until we couldn't breathe and the annoyed cashier eventually told us to leave. That was the night I fell in love with you, Jake. You made me feel so alive. With you I felt safe. You made me forget about all my problems. And I'm so thankful for everything you've done for me. Whenever I look at you, I know exactly who I wanna spend my whole future with. I wanna marry you one day. For sure. I wanna write you letters like this every single year until we're grey and old. I wanna wake up in your arms every single morning, and kiss you goodnight every single time before we go to sleep. I wanna see you become a father one day (only If you want to of course). You're everything I've ever wanted. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I'm so so so so in love with you ! And that will NEVER change. I love you, Jakey. Happy Birthday !

- y/n ''

Jake took a deep breath before looking at you. You watched a tear rolling down his face, before he quickly pulled you into his arms. He held you so tight, it was almost suffocating. He placed a long kiss on your temple, before directly looking into your eyes. Jake has never been afraid to show his feelings, which made you happy. He didn't mind you seeing him cry. He trusted you.

,,No words could ever describe how much I love you, Y/N.''

You smiled shyly, looking down. His words sounded so genuine. Jake kissed the top of your head, making you look at him with a smile once again. The look in his eyes made you melt.

,,Y/N ?''

Jake had a soft smile on his face. He looked precious.

,,Yes ?''

He carefully pulled you onto his lap, before kissing your lips gently. You softly smiled against his lips.

,,Will you marry me ?''

...

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litmot-archived · 1 year ago

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Hear The Bluebells

Zaros Ahta'lin x Reader

The last of the trials makes you search for a flower on a mountain with Zaros. It does not go as planned.

“How does it feel being so close to the throne?” you asked teasingly, only slightly out of breath as Zaros stumbled over yet another rock. He was breathing heavily next to you, the steep path to the top of the mountain more challenging than he would have thought. “Savor it while it lasts. After today, the succession will be settled.”

You had been searching for your designated flowers for at least an hour now, not daring to stray too far from the path, lest you should get lost in the thick woods of the mountain.

“In my favor, I’m sure,” Zaros panted, glancing to the side to make sure the spots of color dancing in his vision were not the Fire Lily he so desperately yearned to find. You pushed aside some of the bushes yourself, wondering silently how hard it could be to find a Burnt Orchid.

Hopefully, the flower took less time to appear near the track than it took Zaros to find his.

He groaned, stopping in his tracks as he swayed on the spot. You reached out to steady him. Zaros was pale, his eyes shut tightly as if trying to block out the world spinning around him. “Are you alright?” you asked in concern.

“Fine,” he said, pushing your hands away to walk briskly past you. “Don’t try to distract me!” As if he was worried you were trying to hide the flower he needed, Zaros took a thorough look around.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Alright,” you said, “I tried. If you collapse from overexertion, don’t you dare pout.”

“I never pout,” he said, not finding any lilies and walking up the path once more, catching up to you only because you waited up for him.

“Sure, Zaros.”

Silence stretched between you, causing your thoughts to wander as your eyes roamed the ground, occasionally meeting Zaros’ tired ones. What would become of the other once the successor was crowned? Of course, you wished that the honor would fall to you, but it made you wonder what the Kingdom would do to Zaros then, what his mother would say.

It was almost sad, knowing the trials would come to an end today. It made you melancholic, reflecting on the many years you had spent with Zaros before you two broke apart.

“Yes!” Zaros exclaimed, startling you out of your thoughts. The butterfly you were observing flapped its wings quickly and disappeared. He emerged behind a tree, a single orange flower gripped securely in his hand.

The frown of confusion dropped from your face immediately, all peaceful musings of the past forgotten as your eyes and heart hardened. Zaros held the Fire Lily in his hand. You were losing the throne.

Zaros smiled slily at you, despite his best efforts his lips trembled a little and he was still dangerously pale. “I told you,” he said, voice considerably less strong than before, “I’m ahead of you.”

The panic rising within you was palpable. “Right,” you spat with a forced smile, “Let’s see who delivers it to her Majesty first, shall we? After all, that’s when the trials are over.” Without waiting for a reply, you continue marching upward along the trail.

Zaros laughed, calling after you as he started making his descent, “You’re just sour that you lost.”

“Haven’t lost anything yet,” you mumbled under your breath, shoving aside bushes with more force than necessary.

Stupid flower! How dare it grow further up the mountain than the damned lily! A Burnt Orchid. Why did the scholars pick this flower in particular for you? You had seen countless others near the path. Snowbells, edelweiss, butterwort, bluebells. Why didn’t they choose one of those?

“Come on!” you said exasperated, pushing aside a branch forcefully. At the foot of a nearby tree, you saw the dark reddish-brown and white of the flower you were looking for. “At last.”

You plucked it quickly, admiring its beauty for only a brief moment before darting towards the track again. There was no time to lose. Who knew how far ahead Zaros was already? If he got to the foot of the mountain before you, the throne would be officially lost to you.

The path was uncomfortably steep. You slipped a few times, sliding down entire parts in your haste, only catching your footing again with effort. You nearly stumbled over Zaros’ leg, not seeing him slumped against the tree to the side of the trail.

“What are you doing?” you asked, taking a moment to catch your breath.

Zaros was panting heavily, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you unfocused. The Fire Lily was softly resting in his open hand. “I—” he breathed, “Just need— moment.”

You frowned, kneeling next to him. Sweat was coating his forehead and you could feel the exhaustion radiating off of him. You doubted he would be able to make it down the mountain on his own, doubted he could take a single step without collapsing again. Zaros needed to drink some water, eat a bite, and rest. The mountain had taken everything out of him, evidently.

“Alright,” you said, thinking about what to do. It should not be far from the foot of the mountain now. You glanced down the path. It was still steep, but you would make it work somehow. “Alright,” you repeated, shifting the Burned Orchid to your other hand and sneaking your arm around Zaros’ waist, helping him up and holding him steady with a tight grip on his hips. You slung his arm around your shoulder, shifting a little to take more of his weight.

Zaros gave a noise of surprise but did not protest. You took a few steps before stopping, turning your head to look at where he had sat a moment ago. The Fire Lily was still lying on the ground.

“Can you stand on your own?” you asked, receiving a groan from Zaros. “Only for a moment, alright. Here, lean on the tree, just for a moment.” You disentangled yourself from his arm, leaving his side for a second to collect his flower. “Here, I’ve got you. It’s alright. Lean on me again, I’ve got you.”

Together, you made your way down the mountain, both flowers clutched tightly in your right hand.

“You should probably let go of me now,” Zaros said, looking ahead at the small crowd of people waiting in the distance to pronounce the successor. The Regent sat in their center, the golden chair brought out here for the occasion shimmering in the sunlight.

“Sure,” you said, “If you can assure me you won't fold and crumble to the ground the moment I let go of you. Can you do that?” Zaros remained silent. “Thought so.”

“But you—” he began confused. For the life of him, he could not understand why you did not seize the opportunity and leave him behind to claim the throne for yourself. “It’s gonna be—”

You shushed him gently as you neared the crowd.

“I’d like some water,” you called out, stepping closer to her Majesty. Your mother tilted her head when she saw you with Zaros, narrowing her eyes in confusion. His mother gasped when she saw the two of you, her mouth falling open indignantly.

“Impossible,” you heard her murmur.

“Your Majesty,” you said, inclining your head and tightening your hold on Zaros when you felt him shift in your arms. “We have returned.” You stepped closer to her, whispering to Zaros, “Put your hand on mine, on the one holding the flowers.” After all, you did not wish for a technicality stated in the fine print to ruin your plan.

He looked at you for a long moment, gaze indiscernible, before complying with your request.

You offered the flowers to her Majesty, Zaros’ hand resting over yours. “Both of the Flowers, your Majesty. Combined. The Fire Lily and the Burned Orchid, as you requested. Since they were delivered at the same time, I can only assume we—”

Your mother looked at you, a small smile gracing her lips as pride shone in her eyes when she exclaimed loudly and for all to hear, “We have a tie.”

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dawnsarchive · 11 days ago

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At Your Service - Chapter 4

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Fandom: The Hobbit (Movie)

Pairing: Fili/Reader/Kili

Reader: AFAB

Style: Multi-Chapter (Around 4000 Words a Chapter)

Rating: Mature

Content Warning: N/A

Summary:

They shouldn't trust you. You wouldn't trust you if you experienced what they did. You know things you shouldn't - you know names, places, and events that hadn't even happened yet and something dumped you in a strange forest, face-to-face with a trio of trolls and a company of armed strangers.

Stuck in the middle of a king's quest to reclaim Erebor, you're now navigating a world both familiar and foreign at the same time. Not to mention the growing tension between two brothers who are far too invested in your presence amongst the group. Every step toward the Lonely Mountain is a choice you're making but are you important enough to rewrite a story that already has an ending?

Can you choose between the two Durin brothers? Do you even need to?

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Morning in Rivendell arrived as a soft whisper of mist and gentle promises of a day filled with untold stories. You rose before the sun itself, wrapped up in a great four-poster bed draped in thick ivy, at peace with your dreams as they had been filled with gold and riches.

You’d expected to wake in another room, one more familiar than this. The butterflies that fluttered over your ceiling had almost surprised you out of the bed itself but as you sat and you remembered all you had gone through, the feeling in your stomach was one of both disappointment and joy at the same time.

This was still real.

The elves glided around the halls as you made your way to the baths – beautiful rock pools with fountains and great bushes. You tried to wash the fears from yourself as you soaked in the bubbling spring and watched early morning light creep over the sky.

Last night you heard discussions from the dwarves about when they would leave and part of you feared it would be today.

Trolls and monsters haunted the pathway before you. You could see them in the back of your mind – smell their breath as you tried to forget. It would have been good to remain here while you found out what you were remembering. In flickering memories, you could see a great orc with pale skin and a sword larger than your body.

Not to mention your legs hurt from walking already and your shoulders were a little sore from attempting to spar the day before.

But if you couldn’t return, even should this be a dream, you had to keep going.

The doubt remained. It stabbed through your chest like a knife and twisted your stomach into tight knots. You felt useless and you hated it. You knew nothing about this place and now you struggled to remember your home. There was no independence because you didn’t trust that you even knew what foods might be safe for elves but dangerous for humans.

It annoyed you but with nothing to be done about it, you concluded to just ignore it for now and finally left the bubbling waters of baths, your tranquility ruined by your own worries.

Water dripped from your hair as you crossed one of the beautiful carved bridges where it arched over a great waterfall. It trickled down your skin and gave the wind an unfriendly bite but you could do little about it.

Thankfully, you soon found a temporary reprieve from your anguish.

If you looked past Kíli’s dark hair – so glossy it may have been woven from the night – you could only see faint hints of the Durin family line. Unlike his brother who carried many of their uncle’s traits, Kíli’s features were softer and he bore a far more welcoming air to him than his relatives.

Seeing him now brought a faint blush to your cheeks as you remembered the night before and the visions you had seen though strangely, Fíli wasn’t with him though he was dressed to leave.

“And now it seems you’re the one who’s running away,” you said after he greeted you.

“Not running away, going hunting,” he corrected you with a proud grin and he raised his bow as though providing you with proof. “These elves don’t have any meat and everybody’s been wanting something more than leaves.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Is it safe for you to be going out by yourself?”

“I can handle myself,” he said. “But if you’re so worried about me, why don’t you come with? I’d appreciate the protection from all those dangerous butterflies.”

You knew he was teasing and you couldn’t help but laugh at the way he almost batted his eyelashes at you when he gave the request. “I’m sure you’ll be fine,” you said.

Though you wished to indulge in the exploration of this world, you still felt the clay-like longing from your earlier thoughts. The sadness lingered in the far corners of your heart.

He rolled his shoulders. “I’m out of practice honestly. Until we lost the ponies, we were fine on food so I didn’t need to hunt. I’m just hoping I actually get something because I made a lot of promises last night.”

You had wondered if it was something to do with that. As the night drew on, the dwarves had grown louder and more excited than before. By the time you retired to your room, they had seemed to have barely started with their revelry – many challenging the others to either a fight or a drinking contest.

Kíli himself had been quite indulged when you last saw him.

“How you lot drink so much and still function this early in the morning is impressive,” you admitted. “I barely had any of the wine and I don’t think my aim would be steady enough to hit a tree.”

“Aye, that’s the real strength of dwarves,” he said with a proud grin. “Ignore all the mining and crafting – we’re far better at drinking and enjoying a good meal.”

You laughed and made to walk past him – all of these conversations about food had given you the full intention of finding where the elves might store their own – but he blocked your path by stepping to the side. On a bridge that was only about one person wide, it gave you little space to continue on.

“Come on,” he said. “It’ll be fun and I would get quite lonely if I went alone.” He whined slightly at the end, likely a habit picked up from being the youngest in the group.

“I imagine you use that tone to get what you want fairly often,” you noted.

“Sometimes,” he admitted without shame. “It works on most.”

“I’d chase away your quarry by stepping on too many twigs,” you said.

“Then it’ll be a challenge rather than boring.”

Damn dwarves and all their stubborn arrogance. You had teased them about such a thing but it seemed your words rang truer than you’d originally thought. Every one of them teemed with pride unmatched – confident in their abilities no matter what.

“Fine, lead the way,” you said. “Why is your brother not joining you? From what the others have said, you rarely do much apart.”

Kíli pulled an expression you didn’t quite recognise. “He’s still asleep. Besides, he gets bored while hunting so I didn’t bother waking him up.”

You considered continuing to protest but you didn’t have much else to do with the day and you relished in the break from your own thoughts. If he didn’t feel that you would get in the way, you’d strive to ensure he was right.

Rivendall was tucked between cascading waterfalls and veils of mist. Great hills surrounded it, covered in thick forests where the trees whispered as though they knew secrets few could understand. Lush green grass, at times tall enough to brush your knees, grew around their bases with bushels bursting with yellow flowers and sweet berries. You stopped to watch when you had time – observing the way life thrived in these woods.

Hummingbirds no larger than your finger, fluttered around at a frightening speed and dashed between the thick bushes. Butterflies darted between the woods. It seemed like you had an endless number of things to see and observe.

Yet somehow, Kíli saw more than you and his keen eyes caught every detail down to the smallest tuft of hair left on a thorn.

“Looks like there’s plenty of rabbit around,” he told you. “If we catch a few of those, everybody’d be happy ‘cept maybe Bombur. He doesn’t like the taste of them much but it’s better than nothing.”

You nodded in agreement despite not really knowing much about what Bombur thought about rabbits.

“Do you hunt often?” you asked. “I saw you’re the only one who carries a bow.”

He continued to walk through the forest, surprisingly light on his feet for a dwarf who weren’t often known for their stealth. Kíli though had spent much of his time practicing for a stealthy archer was far better than one who stood out in the open.

“I don’t really,” he said. “Not anymore but bows aren’t really dwarf weapons. Fí thought I was stupid when I first chose it but it’s useful when we don’t have markets or a real hunter with us. Hammers and swords aren’t great for catching food a lot of the time though you should see Dwalin try fish.”

“Dwarves don’t use bows? Why not?”

“Guess it’s just not in our nature. Swords are much better and don’t worry, I’m just as good with one of those.”

He smiled at you with a slight dare in his eyes and after fighting his brother last night, you had no doubt in your mind that he was capable.

“I believe you,” you said with a laugh.

You had noticed many of the elves carried bows though so perhaps it was simply a cultural thing. The more you thought of it, the more you could remember an elf from this story. One with long, pale hair and unwavering aim. You recalled that he had been a great ally to these dwarves and to others in the far future but his name eluded you. Had he been from Rivendall or from another city deep in a haunted grove?

“Come on, we’ll follow them this way.”

He led you up one of the hills, past a great waterfall as it rushed down the cliffside with ferocity. The stones were slippery and moss-covered and the roar of the water deafened everything. Wind whipped the refreshing spray into your face and though your footing wasn’t as sure as Kíli’s, you managed to follow his path with relative ease.

Your legs ached as you continued on and the sun climbed its way high into the sky until eventually, you broke the forest line and your breath caught at the view.

The magnificent waterfalls of Rivendall erupted over the mountains and poured through the canyon in massive fountains of water – the likes of which were unmatched by anything you’d seen before. The buildings of the beautiful city seemed grown rather than built, their spires rising out through the tree line in something absolutely stunning. Your breath caught as you walked forward almost to the cliff’s edge.

Beneath you, the waterfalls seemed to flow without end and the yawning mouth of the canyon opened dizzyingly. You stared down, equal parts amazed and terrified by the height.

“This is amazing,” you said with an exhaled breath.

“Say what you want about the elves but they chose a good spot,” Kíli said with a low whistle.

He made his way to one of the nearby trees, sat down, leaned his back against the gnarled bark of it and closed his eyes.

“Aren’t we hunting?” you asked, humoured.

“Not for a bit. Seems like a good spot to take a break, doesn’t it?”

You imagined that to be the lack of sleep from night’s festivities catching him but you would hardly complain about enjoying this view for longer. You took a spot next to him on the wet grass where the sun stippled down on your legs and the wind tangled your hair around.

“What does Erebor look like?” you asked. “Is it anything like this?”

Kíli pulled one of his legs closer to his chest and opened his eyes. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never seen it.”

“Really? I thought it was your home?”

“The dragon came along long before I was born,” he said and there was a strange sadness in his voice. “Even before Fíli was. Our mother doesn’t like talking about Erebor at all and Uncle only recalls the fire and the battles that waged after it. I think those parts are burned into his mind.”

You winced in sympathy for the loss. It was something so far apart from anything you could imagine – to be ripped from your home by a demon from your nightmares. You could hardly blame Thorin for his fixation on it.

The younger dwarves were born without a home; born to nothing but stories about how one day they could return.

And if your memories were right, neither Fíli nor Kíli would live to see it prosper.

The thought was a flash of poison through your heart. They would reclaim their home and have precious little time to enjoy it before… before you couldn’t remember what it had been that killed them. You could see flashes of a great battle if you focused but try as you might, you knew only that they would die, not how.

You pushed the thoughts out of your mind before you got sick and ruined an otherwise tranquil atmosphere.

“If you stick with us until we get there, I’m sure it’ll be even better than this,” he said with a yawn. “Dwarves are the best builders.”

“I can’t wait to see it,” you said and you hoped he was too tired to pick up on the shake in your voice. “I don’t know if I’ll stay with you guys but maybe one day, I’ll make my way there. Once I find out where I belong.”

“There’s something fun about not having anywhere you’re stuck though,” he said. “Not having to belong to anything and getting to meet all kinds of people.”

He bumped you with his shoulder and grinned. You couldn’t help but feel flattered whenever he used a more flirtatious tone with you even if it didn’t mean much. What could you say? It would take the strength of steel to not feel a little fluttering when a good-looking dwarf spoke to you in such a way.

“I suppose so,” you relented. “Though I don’t think I fit in well with your adventure; I’m a stranger collected by your wizard.”

“So is our burglar and you don’t hear anybody complaining about him.”

“Your uncle never stops complaining about him.”

Kíli rolled his eyes. “Uncle never stops complaining about anything.”

You laughed because it was a fair assessment. The king had an incredible skill for brooding over even the simplest of things. Though you’d known him for only two days, you could see it was almost a habit of his. It would be impressive if it had not been aimed at you several times over.

“I suppose we will have to see what happens then,” you relented.

A fair silence fell over you then where the only sounds in the clearing were the tumbling of the waterfalls and the songs of the birds. They flocked through the skies above you, twisting and fluttering against the blue sky. You could so easily fall asleep here and it seemed you weren’t the only one who thought as much.

Kíli’s weight leaned ever so slightly against your shoulder. You turned to question it, only to notice his eyes closed and his breathing deeper.

Part of you wondered if you should shift him off but you saw no harm in a slight lean. It wasn’t as though he had his head rested against your shoulder. You closed your eyes and basked in the warmth of the sunlight against your eyelids as you too drifted off into a nap.

The danger of sleeping in the woods would only occur to you much later when somebody mentioned the wargs on their tails but for now, things were peaceful.

You didn’t know how long you napped for only that when you woke, Kíli’s head was indeed rested against your side. Much of his weight was actually as he had leaned over in his sleep against you.

His hair had been what woke you with a few strands tickling your arm gently.

You sat up straighter and rubbed your eyes and the movement seemed to prompt him into alertness because he moved away from you, blinking rapidly.

“Wait, I wasn’t meant to fall asleep. Fíli’s going to have my head!”

He jumped to his feet and held out a hand to help you up and you, still half asleep, hesitated. Unlike so many of the other memories you had, the one you got from Fíli hadn’t faded. You still remembered them vividly enough to bring a slight flush to your cheeks but Kíli was waiting with so much hesitation that you couldn’t ignore him.

You took his hand and allowed yourself to be pulled to your feet but no visions swarmed as they had before. He let go and grinned at you before he turned to continue on the hunt.

Everything was normal. Suspiciously so.

You reached toward the necklace where it sat tucked safely away in your pocket from the night prior and even as you did, you started to feel the buzz of its warmth. It wanted to show you something. The edges of your vision began to grow hazy and you rapidly pulled your hand away from it.

You couldn’t see what it wanted to whisper about now. You had enough on your mind at the moment.

Kíli managed to get two rather large fowl which you helped carry with a bit of a grumble because it was never great hauling dead animals around and these were quite heavy. Thankfully he remembered the path back – for you hadn’t been paying nearly enough attention – and the rest of the dwarves erupted into cheers when he arrived with his haul.

Few asked about how long the hunt had been or your involvement for they were far too eager to indulge in proper meat. The elves had curiously watched and then taken the birds away for preparation, bringing them back alongside several other meats.

It turned out they weren’t vegetarian. They simply had chosen not to serve any meat as a bit of a joke.

You couldn’t hold in your laughter at the various expressions of confusion and outrage that covered many of the party’s faces.

But you had hardly any time to relish in this new feast. Not due to the newly woken dwarves who immediately dug in but because Gandalf appeared in the hall and gestured for you to follow him away from the group.

You waved at Kíli as you left who grinned widely and waved back before he leaned over to whisper something to his brother.

Fíli’s gaze met yours for a second and you immediately turned away, the blush spreading over your cheeks quick as lightning. You needed to get that under control because it couldn’t continue every time you looked at the golden-haired prince.

“Last night I engaged in a fascinating conversation with Elrond,” Gandalf explained as you walked with him over the twisted bridges made of smooth marble. “He has seen many different forms of magic in his life and he suggested that perhaps the strange magic we feel from you might be residual.”

“Residual?”

“Remnants of a much stronger magic – the one that sent you into our path in the first place. I feel that if we can find what that original magic is and what it was intended for, we will be able to understand why you are here.”

You shifted your weight uncomfortably as one of the elves passed by, close enough to hear. They didn’t linger but you didn’t want anybody else to know about this just yet.

“I don’t belong here,” you admitted. “This world… it isn’t the one I come from.”

He nodded as though this information didn’t surprise him. “I can tell in the way you speak. Whatever land you hail from, it isn’t one that I’ve visited.”

“Then what do I do?”

“That depends on what you want.”

He stopped on one of the bridges and pointed toward the horizon where over the sprawling forests, mountains soared toward the sky. Their jagged peaks reached for the clouds and scratched at the skies. A land that seemed to continue on forever – a world you could spend your entire life exploring and never tire.

“This world is changing,” he said. “There’s a great threat in this land, a danger so horrid that it defies description. Dark magics are boiling in the forests and the mountains but that offers opportunity. Should you wish to journey to one of these, you may find out more about what to was that sent you here.”

“By myself?”

He shrugged. “You could make your way there by yourself, should you wish to. I have no doubt that you are quite capable and the roads are generally quite safe. Maybe some bandits and the occasional goblin but nothing too dangerous.”

You stared out over the open land and wondered where the paths were. The thought of going out by yourself was terrifying. You may have had some arrogance about your sparring match the day before but fighting true threats was something you didn’t know if you would be able to handle. Those hits you had landed on the dwarven prince felt more like luck than they had the night prior.

“What’s my other option?”

“Once I have helped the dwarves reach Erebor, I could escort you there,” Gandalf said. “Or perhaps Elrond may spare you a guard or two?”

“I would prefer the company of a wizard over an elf,” you said. “I don’t mean to offend them but in matters of magic, I imagine you’re the best person I could speak to.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled a little when he smiled. “I do consider myself quite a proficient wizard, that is true, and I cannot deny a great curiosity as to what magic surrounds you. Should you wish to remain in Rivendall while the company journeys on, you would be welcome and then I shall return once the quest is complete.”

You didn’t have to go anywhere near the dragon? The thought provided you with some comfort but also fear. You couldn’t change anything if you weren’t there.

“When will you leave? I heard some of the dwarves speaking about departing soon.”

“Thorin has been convinced to remain for two weeks while the moon phases change,” Gandalf told you. “There is information he cannot get elsewhere and so he will remain in order to retrieve it, despite his complaints.”

Two weeks. Maybe you could make enough changes during that time to help the party without needing to face down a great battle or anything similar. It was far safer and the elves were certainly welcoming… but it was unlikely. If your path had still led to Rivendell, what could you possibly change about a battle so far in the future unless you were there.

You glanced at the wizard at your side and hoped your trust wasn’t misplaced as you spoke.

“I may need to travel with you,” you said. “I know snippets of the future as though I have seen it all before. The memories aren’t perfect or clear but I can see them.”

He looked down at you, very interested in a way similar to how a cat’s attention could be drawn by the jingling of a bell. “The future?” he repeated. “Of our quest?”

You nodded and reached toward the stone, hoping to use it if you couldn’t recall enough to prove yourself truthful. “It’s not very clear,” you said. “I knew of the wargs before they arrived and I knew of the elves. I know there’s an orc with skin as white as bone that hunts you for the sake of killing the king’s lineage. And I know of the dragon who is no longer asleep beneath his mountain of gold. Or at least, he will wake soon.”

“The power of prophecy is one sought by many,” Gandalf mused. “Do you see these visions from your perspective? Or do you see them as an observer over the land?”

You hesitated slightly and tried to ignore the embarrassment. “Both,” you said. “Most of them, I’m an observer but there’s been one where it was mine. The problem is that they don’t remain. They fade as fast as they arrive.”

“All knowledge, even if fleeting, can be valuable,” he mused. “Though I would not recommend you share your knowledge with many. Those who feel they have no other option are willing to go to great lengths to retrieve information about what the future may hold.”

“Not even the dwarves.”

“Thorin Oakenshield is a king without a throne. He would do much to reclaim one.”

You pressed your lips together and nodded. It would be a secret to keep to yourself for now until you found the right moments to share what you knew… and maybe to change some of the parts you feared.

“Do you think the future can be changed?” you asked. “Of course it can be,” he said. “Until it has passed, time is never set in stone. The future can be whatever you wish of it.”

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joonieskinks · 2 years ago

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"office romance" ksj - m

reader x coworker!seokjin | fluff and pining and smut hehe | 2.1k

summary: you’ve daydreamed about your gorgeous coworker for months now, you never thought anything would come of it though, but what happens when he corners you in the printer room and asks to make you his?

warnings: swearing, office romance (obvs), seggsual fantasies, eating out (female receiving), praise

Damn it. Fourth time today. You thought and mentally clocked, that's how many times you've happened to make eye contact with him yet again this afternoon.

Him being the handsomest, most drop-dead gorgeous thing you've ever seen in your life - and Seokjin was only ever looking right back at you. Frankly, it made your heart skip several beats. It gave you hope, but sometimes you wonder if you're simply mistaken and he's just staring back at you cause he catches you in the act.

See, at the office here, you get the option to have a sitting or a standing desk of your own, in which there is an electronic button that you press to make the desk move up or down. Down is for sitting, below your cubicle walls, rather hidden and private. But for standing, when you move your desk up, you can see above said cubicle walls. And when Seokjin does the same, you end up being diagonal from each other, only a few feet away, right in the corner of each others' eyes. Always slightly just out of focus, but never too far out of mind.

This made is impossible not to notice him, ogle him and fantasize as you stared. Sure, maybe it's a little creepy looking if you were a third party looking onwards, but your chest swells, your head spins and you can't seem to tear yourself away. Seokjin is just it for you.

He's so kind, cordial and broad... So broad, that you find yourself fantasizing about his bare shoulders, your legs locked on either side of them, Seokjin ramming into you over and over until he pushes you over the edge and-

"Y/N?" Seokjin calls, interrupting your rather vivid daydream.

"Uh, yes?" You shake your head in the slightest, trying to shoo the naughty vision away and offer a small smile to try and cover up.

"I just sent you a copy of tomorrow's meeting checklist that I'm printing now, will you come help me staple all the pages together? After all, you're the one who is so brilliantly organized here." Seokjin chuckles a little, his gorgeous smile settling in on his cheeks before making his way to the printer room down the hall.

"Oh- yes. Sure! Coming!" You assure, departing from your desk, but not before you glanced around to make sure the coast was clear, adjusted your underwear beneath your skirt, desperately trying to get the fabric to stop sticking to your dripping core.

Did he just compliment you? You and your organizational skills. It may not be an outright declaration of attraction like you've dreamed of, but hey, it's lovely knowing he's thought about you and your capabilities. The feeling gives you butterflies as you walk down the hall to meet him in the printer room. Only, when you come into the room, your broad-shouldered colleague is nowhere to be found.

You take a step or two into the room, eyes scanning for his frame, however the room is rather small with two printers and a few cabinets. Where could he have really gone?

You turn around to go look elsewhere for him, however the door shuts suddenly in front of your face, Seokjin emerging from behind it. He locks the door, trapping the two of you in. Your eyes move from his fingers on the lock to his eyes, already gazing back into yours.

"This should buy us a few minutes, I'll start the printer machine and so if you make any noises, it'll be sure to conceal them." He slowly moves towards you, until your chests meet and his nose is in line with yours.

"Seok-Seokjin..." You stutter out, stunned by his initiative and the entire gravity of the situation around you rapidly unfolding.

"I've seen how you look at me, you must have seen how I look at you." He states, his warm hands coming to rest on your hips after loosening up his tie by his throat. Seokjin then looks into your eyes scanning for approval, his eyebrows raising upwards slightly as to ask for permission. You simply nod, hesitating to put your hands up to his big, broad shoulders while you manage to mutter a soft “yes”.

Oh, how you've dreamed of this.

"Y/N, if I am wrong and alone in wanting this, tell me now. Please." He hums, eyes closing shut, his nose pressing against yours, lips hovering. You inhale his scent up close for the first time and suddenly you feel hypnotized, your nails digging into his collared shirt. You have wanted nothing more than this for months, of course you want him. Yes. Yes, you want Kim Seokjin.

"No, you're not alone. I thought I was too obvious actually with my want for you." You admit bashfully, cheeks burning a hot red and you want to bury your face in his chest to hide. He only chuckles that sweet, sweet laugh and brings a hand to your chin. Seokjin tilts your head back up to meet his eyes.

"I think it was sweet."

He hesitates for a moment, admiring your face and features, and you admire him right back. He's just as gorgeous and perfect up front as he is from a distance.

"Y/N, Can I kiss yo-?" "Please, yes." You blurt out, not wanting to waste a single second more. Seokjin's head immediately whips to the right and his hand presses a button on the printer, "print". As the machine loudly pipes up and begins printing its 200-something pages, he finally attaches his lips to yours. His firm hands grip your waist, yours up to his neck, desperate to pull him closer. You could care less who sees or hears you at this point, you're too wrapped up in him to care. He's actually kissing you and he actually wants you back... it feels like a fantasy come to life. Perhaps it is.

"I've wanted you so bad," Seokjin mumbles against your lips, teeth gently pulling on yours to tease you. "Want to make you mine". He purrs and you can feel the slick gliding down your legs. You whine as you automatically go to rub your thighs together to ease your ever growing desire. Seokjin notices instantly, his gaze drops down to your skirt, back up to your eyes then onto the nearest counter. You can physically see his train of thought.

The smirk settles onto his cheeks, and before you know it, you're whisked away. Hands go to your ass, encouraging you to jump, and when you do, Seokjin mutters something under his breath. Something resembling, "always wanting to grab this ass...". He gently places your aching body down on the cold counter, his body coming to stand between your legs. He bunches up your skirt, allowing your clothed core to rub against his own clothed length. You reach for his collar and reunite your lips once more, adding your tongues into the mix. He's moaning into your mouth and you do the same, hands touching and exploring each others body as the printer's noises continue to fill the room.

"Seokjin, we don't have much time..." You attempt to mutter out as he continues to press kisses onto your mouth. It feels like you're drowning in him, but in the best way possible.

"Can I taste you?" He abruptly asks, not even hesitating in the slightest. He knows exactly what he wants. Immediately, you're nodding and he springs into action. He pulls back from your body and glances down to your dripping core. He moans at the sight, and you spot the damp, dark mark you've left on his pants. You start to blurt out an apology when he cuts you off- "You're the hottest fucking woman I've ever seen in my life."

Your jaw falls slightly open at the confession, your office fantasies literally springing to life. You feel like you could cry, sing, smile and scream all at once. However all that comes out is the moan of his name, begging him to release your bodily aches for him.

"I got you, baby. I got you." Seokjin coos, getting onto his knees, desperately trying to ignore his raging hard-on for you. Right now, he just wanted to taste your soaked core that ached for him so badly. There would be plenty of time later to satisfy his own needs - but right now, he just wanted to make you cum while he had the chance.

Seokjin's face is now level with your panties - if you were anything else but horny for the man in front of you, you'd be embarrassed. However not this time, all you could think of was his tongue finally pressed against you, allowing him to pleasure you like this.

"Seokjin, please." You beg, sliding your ruined panties off to expose yourself before him, your clenching cunt now dripping onto the counter.

"Fuck me, you're so wet." He can't bring himself to look away from you and immediately grabs your legs and swipes them onto his shoulders. Your head falls backwards, eyes closing as you cherish the feeling. Then your eyes are all over him again, taking in the beautiful image of your thighs locked around his head. He looks up at you for approval once more and you nod your head rapidly. The printer would be done soon, and you really don't think you'll be able to contain your moans for this. He'd better hurry up.

"You're so beautiful like this, Y/N." He purrs as his lips attach themselves to your sensitive clit. Your whole body jolts as the sensation works its way up your spine. Your back arches and your hole clenches repeatedly, desperate to be filled. He takes the hint and as his tongue laps up your juices, he inserts two fingers into you. You already feel full as his long digits curl upward into that spot that makes you see stars. You can't help but wonder what his length will feel like filling you up too...

"Seokjin! Right there, right there, please!" You moan out, unaware of your volume at this rate. You can only think about him and coming undone before him. His fingers enter in and out of you, hitting your g-spot over and over until you're approaching your end. His tongue dances on your clit, he sucks and together the actions have you seeing white. The orgasm takes over your body and you cling to him for some stability.

"There you go, there you go, I got you. You look so good when you cum for me, baby." Seokjin reassures, gently cleaning you up with his tongue. He moans into your pussy and jolt a little as you come down from your high. Seokjin stands, fixes your legs, skirt and hands you your now utterly ruined panties. He smiles down at you and leans into kiss you once more, just as the printer ends its loud sounds and completes the job. You hold his body close to yours, tasting yourself on his lips.

"Thank you," you say against his mouth. "I've wanted you for so long, I never thought you would feel the same way." His hands come up to your cheeks, holding you endearingly.

"Of course I do, I thought I made it obvious at all the office parties and looking back at you too. But I guess today was just the last straw for me, I could practically see how badly you wanted to be fucked by me in that head of yours". Seokjin teases you. His mouth coming to your ear, nipping at your earlobe and then kissing behind. "We can continue this tonight".

A knock on the door disturbs you two, Jimin asking you to 'open up already'. Immediately you begin to try and slip your panties back on and jump down from the counter, but Seokjin blocks you.

"Seokjin!" You whisper desperately. He kisses you one last time before you must depart for a little bit.

"Think about it, okay? I meant it when I said it, I want you. Please let me have you?" You just giggle in response.

"I want you too. Come to mine at 6, okay? I'll give you my address." You kiss his nose, hopping down and adjusting your outfit before the knock grows louder.

"Hey! Open the door guys! I got shit to do!" Jimin yells.

You two give each other a nod when you're ready - you gather the papers, handing some to him and then Seokjin opens the door. He goes to exit, but turns to you once more, he offers a little wink too. It makes you smile and melt that much more.

"See you tonight then." And off he goes back to his desk with the papers.

Jimin glances around, from Seokjin to you to the printer. "Awe, you guys didn't even staple everything together. Don't make me do it just because I'm new" Jimin points out, and you ponder. "You heard that?"

"Yeah, the whole office did. And you two fucking or whatever that was. The printers are loud but not that loud." Jimin scoffs, taking over the printer. Embarrassment washes over you and briefly you wonder how you'll ever recover from this. But at the same time, you just got the man of your dreams, he ate you out and now you'll be finally fucking him tonight.

So - today was a win in your books nonetheless.

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theonewhospeaksinweird · 2 years ago

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💜Protection (Charlotte Katakuri x Female!Reader) Pt. 1💜

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare unless prompted)

🖤 = Normal

I'm sorry to anyone who has tried to request a story from me since I started writing here, but I was going through some things with school, graduating, and getting my life ready for adulting.~ I also got married, and am moving with my husband!~ And now I'm back with a self-indulgent story for my favorite character from One Piece, Charlotte Katakuri!~ Enjoy!~

Part 1 - -> Part 2 - -> Part 3

Nervousness seeped into my bones as I tried to calm myself. Gardening the castle grounds wasn't necessary, but I had nothing else to do with my anxious hands, so I tended to the house and my personal garden with them. I had already tried to sit down and read a book in our room, but seeing the bed reminded me of the moment I shared with my husband this morning. For once, that was what I was trying to distract myself from right now, and my husband was the source of my mounting anxieties.

"Why do you have to go today?" This variation of my needlessly repetitive daily question slipped from my lips as I breathed in his sweet scent. One I felt the need to ask every morning as if he would choose to stay in bed with me all day rather than do his job. Sometimes I, selfishly, wish he would stay, but I'd never make him choose. The devotion to his family that he shows every moment of the day is one of the many things that made me fall in love with him, after all. Even if it's clear that this duty takes a hefty toll on his body and mind, I still support him in every endeavor he chooses.

His morning voice rumbled more than usual, and it made me press further into his warm, enveloping skin under the covers as we whispered sleepily to each other. The bliss of our intimacy alone had me never wanting to leave my paramount husband's side. His arms were so immense and encompassing, and I was so small and protected. Never fearing anything but the absence of my husband. A deep sigh from him lifted me up and down on his chest as he came to a clearer consciousness.

"It's my duty, love, you know that." His beautiful incisors gently grazed my head as he spoke, entertaining my usual silly question of worry. Butterflies still tickled my stomach at the endearment he addressed me as, even after three years of marriage. Those flutters overwhelmed me with a wave of adoration for my giant lover. Of course, I believed in my husband's strength, I've seen what he is capable of firsthand multiple times.

If this were almost any other pirate crew member his mother was executing, I wouldn't be worried, but this was one of the worst generation's crew members, Black Leg Sanji of the Strawhat Pirates, so I couldn't help but fret a little. There wasn’t anyone on the Grand Line that had not heard of this infamous crew that had done the impossible over and over. And that was all before they disappeared for two years, presumed to be disbanded after a disheartening defeat at both Sabaody and Marineford. Who knew how much stronger they were after all this time. All of that didn’t even include the superhuman abilities of Germa 66 that were sure to turn on us the moment the betrayal registered.

Letting out a small hum, I attempted to dispel the worry from my thoughts so I could relish the last half hour I had with my husband for this morning before he went off to put himself in harm's way. For his family. For me. My droopy eyes opened slowly to see the hidden beauty of my husband that only I was allowed to gaze upon. From his beautiful, pearly teeth to his peaceful face that also only seemed to be reserved for my presence. The sharp, masculine lines of his face seemed softened, especially his arched eyebrows that were always furrowed when he was around anyone. Anyone except me, that is. My significantly smaller thumb brushed along his rough scar, making him shudder as he too opened his worn eyes filled with adoration the same as mine. Our equally sleepy eyes met as I continued to caress his momentary tenseness and my worry away.

I gave him a soft smile as I leaned in closer to nom his nose playfully, my lips covering my teeth. Technically, I could bite it off, but he currently seemed to be too sleepy to regrow it. A smile of his own upturned the corners of his mouth, making me undeniably happy and let slip a few giggles. Even though I've seen it multiple times before, it still makes me giddy to know that I make him smile. My tittering was joined by his rumble of a chuckle as we cuddled impossibly closer, his strong arms enveloping my person tighter than before. A comfortable silence cocooned us as we soaked in each other's care.

It was only about us right now.

Mirth had me smiling to myself as I absentmindedly caressed sugary dirt off of a fully grown candy corn on the cob, just like I had his cheek. A gentle but chilling breeze brought me back to the present, and my smile fell away as I automatically looked towards the nearby main island of Whole Cake. My soft blue antennas and small white wings swayed in the wind as I sighed and stood up to head inside with my now full basket of candy veggies.

Looking up at the pink cotton candy clouds I've grown used to, they were a far cry from the white and pristine ones I grew up on. As a fallen Skypeian, it was still odd for me to be looking up at the clouds rather than being in them. My abnormal antennas gifted me abilities similar to that of a Devil Fruit power, though the sea does not scorn me for mine. With the power to read and gently influence people's emotions, as well as view their memories when I touch them, it was hard to live blissfully unaware of things when they affected someone's emotions. When my emotions rise, so does the sensitivity of my gift, therefore, when going out in public, I wear silk gloves. Katakuri does a lot with helping me manage my emotions in public, but it's nice to have a backup aid. If only he were here now.

By the time I was done cleaning the candy veggies and storing them, my worries had soared to new heights, and I couldn't stand it anymore. Even though it was senseless, I rushed to our room, and quickly put on a yellow tulle, knee length dress while pocketing my white silk gloves before leaving through the back door. The front and sides were guarded by Cracker's biscuit soldiers that he offered for extra protection this morning. Upon opening the door, I was immediately met with the hollow, smiling faces of about ten homies which made me shudder. Not because I was scared of them, but because I knew what kept them alive.

After marrying Katakuri, I eventually confronted him with my experiences of seeing human memories when touching Homies around the kingdom, and he reluctantly explained. The truth drew me into a mournful stupor, heartbroken for all of the stolen life forces constrained to these obedient slaves. This depth of my sorrow had me distancing myself in a separate room for a week until I calmed down. Any person that came near me was overwhelmed with sobs as I was, except Katakuri whose eyes only watered. Katakuri sent away his Homies for me to feel comfortable, and brought in human staff to replace them, but I still avoid Homies as much as I can when we go to other islands.

"Hello, Miss Y/N! Where are you rushing off to in a hurry? Katakuri-Sama appointed us to join you if you decided to leave the grounds!" Spoke one cheerfully. These weren't like normal Homies, as they were made out of Katakuri's mochi, yet the familiar material did nothing to quell my uneasiness. The sentiment he put forth in this change touched me nonetheless since I knew he only wanted to protect me.

I tried not to look into any of their soulless eyes, which made it slightly easier when I quickly reached my bare hands forward to tap two of the Homies and activate their locked away memories. With this trick I learned from Pudding, I made quick work of the rest of them, stunning them into a melancholic stupor as I ran past and into the tree line before one of the biscuit guards could come. A shudder wracked my body as I tried to shake away the memories of those stolen lives plaguing my thoughts now. I ignored it, like Katakuri taught me, and focused on my end goal.

It was a short jog to the edge of the juice sea ebbing on the cake donut shore where my own personal boat sat anchored. With it being relatively small, the force of me hopping onto it jolted it forward a little, and I raised the anchor before starting the engine. My hands twisted on the tiller, (Tiller: The steering stick on an outboard motor engine) making the engine roar up louder as I steered towards the mistily hidden island of Whole Cake. As I flew across the violet juice, my left hand fingered the ever-present mochi bead bracelet around my right wrist that I had forgotten in my emotional frenzy.

"Do you have to go?" The first time I'd ever asked that silly question. My quiet voice matched the dewy expression I wore as I watched my handsomely half naked husband brush his teeth in the bathroom a few feet away. Those entrancing magenta eyes, normally sharp but now softened and puttying even further as they meet mine, traced my partially covered body before sighing and spitting. My antennae matched the striking pink of his eyes.

He finished his bathroom routine before lumbering over to me and taking a knee to nuzzle his face into mine. I gladly welcomed the unabashed affection, softly kissing his parted lips in return. He hadn't even begun to be this close until a year into our marriage which was two months ago, so I welcomed it all. My hands traced the defined yet soft muscles along his chest as I tried to memorize every dip and line his body made in response to years of rigorous training. A shiver slips down my spine as his large teeth gently graze my soft lips engaging his in a deeper kiss. The kiss ends just as I was starting to tug him back into the bed by his neck, his large hands stopping his descent by holding onto the edge of the bed. With a pout, I stubbornly hung onto his neck as he sat back up until one of his large hands gently tried to tug me away.

When I did finally relent, I could see my red-faced husband bashfully averting his eyes, causing me to giggle and lie back down a little more satisfied than before. He used one hand to cover as much of his face as possible, and the other he outstretched towards me. I sat up again to look at his bare hand, about to place my own in it until little balls of mochi started to float up into the air. About twenty of them were created before they spun around and arranged into a bracelet. The newly formed piece of pristine white jewelry fell back into his large hand soundlessly.

I was already in awe of the delicate display of his powers, but upon realizing that the creation was for me, I was hesitant to take it. Stealing a glance up at him, he motioned to the bracelet with his eyes while still sporting a red, yet now uncovered, face. With his extra prompting, I gingerly took the bracelet. The instant I did, I felt an overwhelming wave of love tainted with anxiousness flood my body, making my wings flutter and antennas glow a deep reddish pink. The inevitable smile creeps onto my face, exploding into a wide grin and an unstoppable flurry of giggles. At hearing my unadulterated laughter, Katakuri starts to chuckle with me and leans in to nuzzle his nose against my neck.

"Now you'll always have a piece of me with you, and I'll always feel your heartbeat to know you are well. Perhaps this will bring both of us some peace of mind." He rumbled in my ear before slowly pulling away. This time I don't try to pull him back, but still begrudgingly watch him stand up to his full height. While maintaining eye contact, I put on the bracelet and rub it against my cheek. A thrum of arousal rings from it into my warm cheek, which blossoms a devious smile on my face as my antennae's red overtakes the pink.

"I think this'll do a few more things than that.~"

A particularly rough wave jolts me to the floor of my white boat, making the engine idle and the boat cruise without my steadying hand. Through my wall of worries, I hadn't focused on the bracelet, the window into my partner's soul. Wanting the bracelets to be a two-way street of emotional clarity, I had Katakuri make himself another and infused it with my powers so he could feel my emotions too. Now crouched down in the bottom of the boat, I clutched the bracelet to my chest and breathed in a few calming breaths. Bump. A dash of anxiety, always present despite his cool exterior. Bump Bump. Swirls of skepticism, he's people watching. Ba Dump Dum. My cheeks heat up as the dominating warmth of love spreads through me. Love was the best emotion to feel from him. I used his calm emotions to steady my own but felt bad that he's had to deal with all of my topsy turvy ones, as usual. He and I were complete opposites.

Now with more peace, I returned to the tiller and, with a softer twist, continued my trek towards Whole Cake. The closer I got, the stronger myriad of emotions I could sense from my bracelet. Nervousness is stronger, tense pulses of exploration followed by a ripple of anger. He's using his Observation Haki and what he sees is not good. At this revelation, the moment my boat hits the shore of Whole Cake, I'm up and running towards the looming chateau that stands in the middle of the city.

I can hear a faint rumbling, even from the edge of the city, which makes my stomach turn in an ocean of my worst fears. I can see a giant wedding cake up at the very top where Big Mom always has her tea parties, and it seemed like it was . . . crumbling? Running all the way from the shore to the center of town, I joined the townspeople in staring up at the top of the chateau in horror. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as feelings of annoyance edging on ire came from Katakuri.

If what I think is happening, is happening, then all the townspeople will soon be in danger. Mama has been raving about that wedding cake ever since she decided to "marry off" Pudding, and it's been in production for weeks now. If Mama doesn't eat that cake, she's going to have hunger pains and won't stop until a new one is remade. Which means I have my work cut out for me. Despite this acceptance of my duties for today, that didn't get rid of the fearful lilac filing my antennae. The townspeople started to murmur nervously to themselves about what was happening, and finally noticed I was among them.

"Lady Y/N! Do you know what is happening?"

"Miss Y/N, please tell us what is happening at Miss Pudding's wedding!" These first outcries were followed by a cacophony of worried voices that flooded my ears. After a few moments of trying to get my bearings, the yelling became too much. The mixture of my heightening panic, the thrum of my husband's own elevated emotions and the frenzy of the growing crowd exhausted me. The clear lilac muddied into brown.

"I. . ." A pulse of simmering anger from my bracelet makes me gasp before I could give the citizens a proper answer. The continual rumbling of the cake chateau made me uneasy, and I'd rather be safe than sorry about the townspeople's safety. Pushing out of the crowd, I ran over to a Homie guard.

"Miss Y/N, is something-?" Before he could finish, I cut him off with a frantic answer.

"We need to evacuate the city, Mama's cake is falling and Katakuri is fighting someone, that can only mean that the Strawhats are up there! It'll only be a matter of time before Mama starts her hunger pain, even if the Strawhats are defeated. We can't let the citizens get in the way. Tell everyone to evacuate as soon as possible!" The guard nodded obediently and ran off to spread the news. I was running in the opposite direction, back towards the chateau, yelling for people to evacuate, and trying to ignore the emotions flooding my senses as my husband expressed his rising anger and frustration.

I knew he should've stayed at home in bed with me this morning.

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It didn't take long for the townspeople to catch wind of the evacuation warning, and soon the usually bustling capital of Totto Land was desolate. Everyone knew the dangerous nature of Mama's hunger pain rampages, and that drove them to leave as soon as possible. Before I could think of what to do next, a surprising yet fleeting emotion dripped icily into my veins from my husband: fear. It was fleeting, but I've never seen or felt my husband fear anything or anyone, though I didn't have to wait long for the cause of it.

A large explosion sounded off at the base of the whole cake chateau, washing a wave of heat and debris over me as I crouched down and covered my head with my hands. Light purple lit up my face as I pushed my antennae down against my head as well. My heart pounded out of my chest as I stayed down until the wind died. A horrible groaning and cracking noise resounded around me from the chateau, urging me to look up at the damage done.

The entire chateau was falling towards me.

An undeniable fear of my own clawed out of my chest as I stood up and started to sprint away from the falling structure. My lungs struggled to keep up with my frantic breaths as I focused on staying upright and dodging continuously falling debris. As I ran, I tried to look back towards the top of the crashing structure to see if I could spot anyone, but after almost getting crushed and tripping a few times, I decided to focus on my escape first. Despite my best efforts and no matter how hard I ran, the shadow of the chateau never seemed to leave my figure. Hopelessness dragged down my tiring body, painting my antennae a dreary gray.

'I'm not going to make it. Why did I come here? I should've just stayed at home like Katakuri told me to, Katakuri is always right! Stupid, stupid! Now he'll blame himself if I die here! He'll work himself even harder!' Tears began to waver my sight, and stream down my sweaty, dirty cheeks as I kept pushing my legs harder and harder. I could hear the crashing of larger debris behind me, and even though it scared me, I started to slow down until I dropped to my knees. Each breath seemed like it wasn't enough, especially as I kept crying under the looming shadow of the chateau.

Trembling on the ground, I threw my head back to stare up at my inevitable fate, only to face a large chunk of sponge cake falling towards me. Everything seemed to slow down as my wonderful life in the past three years with Katakuri flashed through my mind. I didn't want to die. Didn't want to leave him.

"If you ever need me, just call out my name, and I'll come to you no matter where I am. I will always protect you." Katakuri's promise from all those years ago resounded in my mind.

Clenching my eyes, I let out the loudest yell I could muster.

"KATAKURI, PLEASE PROTECT ME!! I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE YOU!!"

I felt a surprising surge of energy burst through my tired body as I screamed out and waited to either be swept off my feet by my husband or crushed. All I felt was an even greater fatigue. What a pitiful way to die on the Grand Line. 'I'm sorry, Katakuri.' After a few hard beats of my heart pounding against my ribcage, and neither of those things happening, I cracked my eyes open to look at what had happened. It took me a moment to comprehend what I was seeing through bleary eyes, but even when I wiped them what I saw confused me.

The first thing I noticed was white. At a glance, I thought it was the familiar mochi of my husband who came to save me, but realized this was definitely different once my mind cleared. A buzzing bubble surrounded me like a shield, and it was deathly quiet. 'Did someone else make this, or. . . is this me. . ?' Nothing was heard other than my labored breaths. I saw the large piece of sponge cake that had been hurtling towards me moments ago nearby on the ground in smaller pieces. The second thing I noticed was that the entire cake chateau had been turned into real sponge cake, and heavy cream was spilling its way towards me. Not a moment after this fearful realization did my bubble shatter.

All the sound that had been blocked out by it came rushing back all at once. The gushing of heavy cream, settling of debris, groaning from the buildings that were supporting the now sponge cake chateau, and a few pained groans from nearby. Despite all the noise, there was one noise that made my breath hitch as I turned towards it.

The sound of spurs.

I saw my mountain of a husband, Katakuri, running towards me rapidly with Daifuku and Oven close behind.

"Y/N!" He yelled as he got to me, my arms already raised and ready for him to pick me up, which is exactly what he did. Faint yellow relief filled me.

"Katakuri! I'm sorry I left the house, I should have stayed home, but I was worried, and I felt your emotions and, and-" I couldn't even finish my sentence before I was breaking down into tears as all the stuff that had happened so quickly washed over me. Everything was a mess, I was a mess, and I almost died. He held me so close and tight in his large, strong arms, pressing my body into his heaving chest, and head into his scarf. My hands slipped under his scarf so I could wrap my arms around his bare neck and ground myself in his contact. I could feel the fast thumping of his heartbeat against my own pounding chest as he tried to futilely hide the fact that he was shaken up.

No doubt when he heard me scream his name a few moments ago, he looked into the future and saw me about to be crushed by a cake. We both just relished each other's safety for a few moments, his mouth nuzzling its way to my cheek in his scarf. The shakiness of his breath made me whimper and cry a little more. We stayed like this before he gently tugged me away from his comforting body after we had mostly calmed down. His crimson eyes were imperceptibly watery as they searched my face and body for any injuries. Normally furrowed eyebrows were upturned in worry.

"Why are you-? No, first, are you okay? I didn't think I was going to make it in time. I saw the cake, and then a flash of white, I thought-" He abruptly stopped that line of thinking along with his fast breaths that were edging on hyperventilating. He quieted and focused on catching his breath as he studied me. I couldn't look him in the eye for long as guilt wracked my body for making my husband feel so worried about me. A few sniffles are all that sounded from me as I let him cycle through his emotions to calm down. Katakuri saw my reluctance to look at him straight, sighed, and brought me back towards him. My forehead touched his as one of his gloved hands lifted to my chin and redirected my averted gaze up to his worried pools of magenta. There was no anger, just concern and fear, even though he had every right to feel angry with me. This softness was something I only saw when we were alone, and it just broke me again. Tears quickly filled my eyes as I nodded in response to his second question.

"I-I'm fine. I don't know what happened with the- the cake and the forcefield. I'm sorry I left the house, but I was just so worried about you, and I couldn't help myself! And when I got on the island, I heard Mama screaming and you felt angry, and then the cake fell, and I evacuated everyone, but then the chateau fell and-" It was a wonder if he could understand my blubbering as I gestured wildly around us to the mess everywhere, but he let me go on until I ran out of breath. He just stood there, listening, and rubbing his thumb along my cheek to wipe away the tears.

"Anything else, love?"

A blush warmed my cheeks at his soft tone and pet name, but nodded, nonetheless. It wasn't a condescending question, he just wanted to make sure I was getting everything out. Despite causing trouble because I disobeyed him, he still wanted to make sure I was well. Another rumbling hum resonated in his broad chest as he studied my tear-stained face, dirtied yellow dress and flushed face. This softened his gaze even further as he felt regret at my sullied state.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner. I don't know what I would do without you, Y/N, and I would rather not think about it. Although you did disobey me and slipped past the many Homies I had stationed around our home to try to prevent this very event from happening," I winced guiltily under his momentarily scolding gaze, "I am, nonetheless, happy that you came, and are safe. Your kindness knows no bounds, and I feel unworthy of such a display of love, yet I humbly accept it." His last sentence was quieter than the rest of his gentle scolding, still aware of his brothers nearby helping the rest of his siblings up from the rubble.

A wobbly smile tugged at my lips as new tears stung my eyes and I nodded. The warmth of our shared love for each other in this mess transitioned my relieved yellow to a lovingly deep pink.

"You're the one who's kindness is endless. I didn't listen to you about staying home and caused you extra stress. You should be furious with me, but you just care about me being safe. I have no one to blame for my state except myself, Kata, and you know it. None of this is your fault. And of course, you're worthy of my love, we've been over this, silly. You deserve the world, especially with everything you do for your family, and for me. I would do anything to ensure your safety, just as you do for us." I wanted to give him a kiss on the lips, but we were in public, so I just settled for giving him a lingering kiss between his eyebrows. He seemed to relax a little at this gesture, taking my return compliment well. Before either of us could say anything more, a shrill and angered voice called out for my darling love.

"Big brother Katakuri! What are we going to do about this mess, and all the traitors and intruders?! We have no time to just stand around!" It was Mont d'Or screaming and being followed by what looked like a giant chicken man in a familiar pink suit, Brulee, Compote and a few other higher ranking Charlotte siblings. Katakuri's tender face of worry hardened back to his serious one, which saddened me that our moment was already over. Duty calls, though, and I was used to it by now.

Katakuri made no move to put me down yet, so I just let out a soft sigh and leaned into his scarf to rest for a little. He finally turned around to face his oncoming siblings, and a few were surprised to see me in his hold. The first person to speak up about it was Brulee who walked forward with concern written all over her long face.

"Y/N-nii! What are you doing here? You look a mess, are you okay?" Everyone expressed different levels of concern over my state, but before I could say anything for myself, Katakuri spoke up for me.

"She was worried about Pudding's wedding, so she came to make sure everything was fine, but got a little caught up in some of the chateau's destruction. She's fine now." Katakuri's firm voice left no more room for questions, so everyone accepted this answer. I didn't look at anyone in particular, opting to just stay snuggled in the soft fabric of my husband's scarf.

Everyone started to talk about the attacks on the chateau, but I was only partially listening. I was staring absently at the ground, in thought, when a long pink and black, twisted lollipop invaded my vision. I perked up a little at the offering, looking past it to a smiling Perospero who gave me a little wink when my gaze fully met his. With a little giggle, I took the treat and began to suck on it as I settled back against Katakuri. He didn't say anything about it, but I could feel his cheeks shift under his scarf in a smile which had me glancing up at him with a small smile of my own.

Once again, our moment was broken by someone yelling, but this time it was Daifuku directing troops. From what I had heard snippets of, the explosion on the chateau was still unknown, the bird man was somehow Tamago based on how he was talking, Strawhat Luffy and his allies had caused a lot of damage, Jinbei announced his resignation to join the Strawhats and Capone Bege had betrayed us to help the Strawhats assassinate Big Mom. The last piece of information was a disappointment but not a surprise. Katakuri had always had his suspicions on Bege's loyalty. Jinbei, though, was more saddening.

Ever since Whitebeard died, he was quick to ally with Big Mom to protect Fishman Island from pirates. He only visited the chateau when Big Mom called him, and rarely came to Komugi Island unless it had something to do with Katakuri. Nevertheless, the times he accepted my invitation to tea when he was around, he was kind, respectful and a joyful company to have. He didn't disclose any sensitive information outside of personal information, but I'm sure he was being reasonably cautious since I was married to Katakuri. One might think he was just nice to me because of my relations to one of Big Mom's highest-ranking members, but I like to think he genuinely enjoyed our time together as I did.

"Brulee, come with me. I'm going after Strawhat." Katakuri demanded, and as Brulee agreed and started to rant about what they put her through, I could feel Katakuri's anger rising high as he listened to his sister. The development made me a little nervous because the higher strung his emotions were in a fight, the more likely he was to slip up.

"I will personally make sure he is stopped. Not only has he destroyed our kingdom, put the family in imminent danger and tried to assassinate Mama, but", his grip tightened on me, "he almost caused serious harm to my wife. I must stop him here before he becomes a bigger threat to Mama later on." His protectiveness over everyone, especially me, had me blushing as butterflies tickled my stomach. Though, the thought of him getting hurt on our behalf churned my stomach over the butterflies.

This pirate had managed this much damage, even if he did have some powerful allies to aid him. Either he was as strong as his bounty suggested, or this was all pure luck. Even if Strawhat Luffy lived up to his current bounty, it was still only half of Katakuri's which totaled in at a billion berries. I had done enough doubting of him today, so I tried to quell the growing uneasiness that colored my antennae a lime green.

Just as Katakuri prepared to put me down to leave with Brulee, a loud rumbling and sounds of massive destruction caught everyone's attention. Soon thereafter, Smoothie was running towards us, urging us to do the same. If she was this frantic, that could only mean one thing: Mama's hunger pains had started.

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Wah!~ Okay, sooo this turned into something WAY longer than I expected it to be, so I split it up!~ The scene I started this story in mind with can be reached in two parts.~ The second part is mostly done already, but now I kind of want to have another part for just pure fluff and maybe a little somethingggggg, I don't know!~ I'll decide when I get the planned parts out and see how they do and how I feel, I suppose.~ Take care, dearies!~

Part 1 - -> Part 2 - -> Part 3

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viktorarcanedeservesbetter · 3 months ago

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For the fic prompt: Mod AU where Viktor works at a botanical garden and Jayce starts working there part time while he attends uni

Today is the day.

Today is the day Jayce will finally ask Viktor out.

Viktor Novak, who works in the butterfly conservatory, taking care of the beautiful creatures and the plant life they feed off of and help grow. Viktor Novak, whose accent is thick when he talks passionately about the winged creatures and who is so quiet in the mornings as he sets up his section and prepares for the day. Viktor Novak, who tripped him (on purpose or accidentally, Jayce will never know) when he accidentally knocked over a display on his first day.

Thankfully Viktor had been there to also help him up, brush him off while chastising him to be careful, and didn't tell his supervisor. Jayce was even more grateful for the fact that when his supervisor came looking for him, Viktor lied and said Jayce was assisting him with setting up the taller parts of the display (about Monarch Butterflies) and used his cane to gesture, cutting off any upset his boss could have had.

Ever since then, they make it a point to meet at least once a workday. Either carefully planning to take lunch at the same time, Jayce finding a reason to keep working on the electrical around Viktor's area, or even pretending the structure needs work. But, they haven't gone out with just each other, or seen each other out of work beyond the bi-weekly meetings at a diner or bar.

Jayce will be diving headfirst, today. He can see the chemistry around them, so thick he can touch it. Viktor, unlike anyone else, is funny and sarcastic, but not mean. Viktor is quieter, softer than some, but not delicate. Viktor listens to Jayce talk and talk over sandwiches from the on-site cafe without interrupting him, and shares his own ideas while Jayce listens eagerly, screwing in new support beams to hold more plants.

He also needs to do it today, because his contract ends in September, and since it is his last semester, he doesn't plan on resigning. He got his experience, so now its time to lock in for exams and final textbook studying.

Hopefully with a boyfriend.

Jayce got assigned the water plant section today-his favorite, with giant lily pads and cattails, where the grass is really soft but not squishy. He's not one of the botanists-he's just the maintence man-but Jayce has learned so much over the past few months he's come to appreciate the science immensely. Viktor isn't a botanist either, well, it's one of his degrees, but he never got a chance to learn the second one.

He reflects on the summer while waiting on the bench, the one under the stain glass-like tents, where no one sits because of the beehive at the top of the tree. Jayce was a afraid at first, too, but Viktor had a way with these animals-and he found that just by relaxing and not leaning against the tree or bothering the branches, the bees (bumblebees, to be exact) are even friendly. Jayce likes to hold out a few of the potted flowers he takes from place to place and let them pollinate and float around them.

But this summer, one he dreaded, has become one he'll never forget. Sitting with Viktor by the water in the moonlight during a late shift, trading stories of childhood while Jayce repaired a screen in the conservatory, walking the hidden path (Viktor's shortcut, he likes to call it) that many of the visitors don't even know about, where it winds around the willow tree and ends in the sunflower field.

The botanical gardens are beautiful. Jayce always liked flowers-took all the teasing he got as a kid for a reason-because everything about them is beautiful. He's already gifted his mother lavender from the batch that never grew right and brought home mint for her to use in her tea. Not to mention the amounts of seeds and seedlings he's brought home for her to add to her garden.

Of the two of them, she's almost more upset about his contract ending than he is.

Still, Jayce had to do this today. He has two weeks left, two weeks until this wonderful summer ends, so it has to happen now.

"Jayce." Viktor's voice behind him is soft, warm, like the sun that beats down his neck on a long day. Smiling, Jayce turns, and takes in his friend-who he wants to be so much more with-and adjusts on the bench to make room. Viktor smiles back, moving carefully with his cane-the outdoor one that doesn't sink into the ground, and takes the seat next to him. Viktor is still wearing the blue-green uniform, the one embroidered with his name and a few butterflies on the shirt, and he has remnants of nectar on his cheeks and hands. "There is something-something I'd like to ask you."

As he speaks, he fiddles with a card in his hand, an invitation to an event. It's outlined in green and gold, with blue lettering. Jayce helped with these invites (well, fixed the printer) and he knows exactly what is written on the card. The company that owns the botanical gardens also supports many art galleries and museums., and they host a gala every summer, one in which they like to have employees of the gardens represent them. An exclusive event-but the people who get invites are the people who are thought to be both responsible people and people who are extremely important to the support and growth of the gardens.

Jayce is just a part-time maintenance man. While he knows his job is important (the people here are kind and let him know their appreciation) nothing he does compares to Viktor. Viktor helps hatch butterflies and grow plants for all insects to pollinate and eat from. Viktor makes beautiful things.

It is no wonder he got an inviation.

But there is something else, something that makes Jayce's heart race.

The Invites have an option for a plus one.

He smiles at Viktor, memorizes the sunflower gold of his eyes and the hair that is the color of red clay and deep brown earth, with sun-kissed highlights of light daffodil that stream from his temples. There is a blush on his cheeks, peachy-pink, like the hibiscus that grows in their tropical sections, and Jayce knows, deep down, that they are meant to be.

#i love botanical gardens but living in FL the best times to go were also so HOT #suffering heat stroke next to butterfly enclosures is not a great way to spend july #did have a movie watch in a different garden tho #that was fun #anyways i dont know plant names but yeah #here u go #viktor arcane #arcane #jayce talis #jayvik

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years ago

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Jimin

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 [Part 1]

In which Jimin isn't used to chasing after things- but he can't deny the excitement it makes him feel.

Main Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jimin x Reader, Enemies to lovers, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), mentions of one night stands, flirting jimin, nothing else, really

Length: 1.5k Words

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A/N: you're all gonna hate me so much at the end of this :') also I'm gonna put the visual/Gif up front from now on, I feel like that might work better overall.

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"Not today." He answers a young woman asking for some time with him- and it's not an answer he typically gives. He usually takes what he can get, but tonight, he's got his eyes out for something different.

Someone different.

You're so awfully out of place here- not visually, but there's a certain feeling you emit about yourself that makes you stand out to him. You're not comfortable, clearly giving been dragged out by your friend he knows all too well- though doesn't remember her all that much if he was to be honest.

But you? You he remembers.

You're talking to your friend with a pleading face, colorful lights of the club reflecting in both your eyes and the silver jewelry you're wearing, and he feels an odd sense of jealousy towards the butterfly pendant resting on your cleavage, left wing of it dipping in between your breasts. He's not sure why he's seeing so many details so sharply- it's as if his senses are going overdrive at the sight of you.

Interesting.

One moment you're there, the next you've vanished- and he immediately looks out for you around him. Tonight, he doesn't pay attention to anyone he could easily get his hands on. If he was, he wouldn't be here anymore long ago, many knowing his name as one connected to no strings attached and simple pleasure. It's not like it's always been like that- he's had actual relationships in the past.

But all throughout them, he's always been the one to pay the price of a broken heart, his rosy tinted glasses hiding all the signs of being lied to pretty much up until he could no longer deny it. From finding his lover in his own bed with someone else, to being bluntly told about an affair happening for months behind his back.

People lie, and love is nothing but a game.

He walks around the dancefloor of the club with no clear aim when he notices you walking past him- eyes meeting, a moment of realization caught in your gaze. All he can really see is the way one of the straps of your dress falls from your shoulder, not revealing anything, but somehow causing all of his focus to shift on the way your fingers adjust it back up to sit where it's supposed to. It's such an innocent gesture, but he can't help but see it as almost sinful to see.

Like he's not supposed to have seen it, even though he's seen everything there is to see about the human body at this point in his life.

"I wouldn't have ever thought that I'd find you here.." He chuckles behind you, following you around as you seem to look for a place at the bar- having to jump a bit to find your spot on the high chair. "…a vamp-club, of all places." He notes towards you, sitting down next to you.

"Yeah, well-" You sigh, leaning on the bar up front- and he's pretty convinced you have no idea how much you're showing your cleavage right now. So innocent, it's almost making him angry. "-It wasn't my idea, and I honestly don't want to even be here- but Lizzy and I have already had something to drink, so I can't drive home without her." You admit, and he nods.

"Figured." He says. "You look awfully lost." Jimin chuckles, motioning for the bartender he's very familiar with to come over to him. "I mean, I could surely take you to a different place instead-" He starts, but you roll your eyes.

"I'm not hooking up with you, Jimin." You argue softly, and he laughs.

"Well, at least you remember my name." He smiles. "Makes me happy." The vampire smiles, as his friend walks up to him, but you cut him off before he can even say anything.

"Whatever he orders me, I don't want it." You say towards the bartender, who can't mask the amused smirk he breaks out in, looking at Jimin.

"Aw come on!" The vampire in question whines. "I want to be a gentleman!"

"You want to get me drunk and easy to handle, I know guys like you." You say, and at this point it's clear that all joking manner has left your voice, as you push yourself off the chair you're sitting on, walking away.

"You might break your teeth trying to bite her." The bartender sighs, holding onto Jimin's wrist as he attempts to follow you. "Just leave it. Get yourself someone else-" He attempts, but Jimin shakes his head, breaks out of his grip to walk after you.

Because that's actually not what he's attempting to do right now.

"Stop following me!" You bark at him outside, your heels clicking on the ground below.

"Let me at least drive you home." He says calmly, hands in his pockets. "Lizzy has already left with a friend of mine. About half an hour ago." He informs you, and at that you stop and turn around, face awfully upset now as you realize that she's abandoned you. He feels a little sympathy towards you- though at the same time, he tries not to, considering he doesn't want to get attached.

He just wants the excitement, nothing else.

"You.. are you even sober?" You worry, but he nods.

"I don't drink when I'm out like this." He tells you, and you sigh, giving in.

"If you so much as touch me, I swear-!" You start, but he's simply lifting his hands up in defeat, chuckling to himself as he walks you to his car.

"I won't, promise." He offers, opening the passenger door for you, before he gets into the driver's seat. "Would you mind sharing with me why you seem so.. disgusted by the idea of being with me?" He bluntly wonders as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"I'm not.. disgusted." You mumble, pushing your legs shut. You really don't think he's disgusting at all- he's quite handsome, charming, and you can see why Lizzy was so easy to hook up with him. She'd been in your ear about how good he was and how well he treated her, but at the end of the day, you just can't trust any of them anymore. You give him your address, and he nods, seemingly aware of where your apartment building is located.

"But?" He wonders, not letting go of the topic.

"Personal experiences." You simply shrug. "I don't.. like being used." You say quietly, as if you're ashamed to admit it. And in a way, it makes him quiet down a lot- mainly because he can somewhat relate to it. Maybe it would be better to leave you be, in that case. He really doesn't want to become what he's been hurt by in the past, as much as he loves the pleasure.

"Hm, I see." He hums simply, letting go of it for now. "So if I wasn't a vampire, you'd let me?" He wonders, trying to lift the mood with his light-hearted comment- but you don't seem at all uplifted by it.

"That's got nothing to do with it." You simply say. "They're all the same. Human or vampire." You say, looking outside the window of his car.

What a shame.

You're such a pretty thing, sadly ruined by past people who couldn't see what they had. It's awful, but he can see how it could've happened. After all, in a way, you're just the same as he has been in the past. Soft. Gentle. Caring.

Vulnerable.

"Let me give you some advice, darling." He starts after a moment of silence, turning into familiar streets so you know you're almost home. "Stop being so nice." The vampire tells you, pulling up into a parking lot in front of your apartment building, turning his head to look at you. "The more you think about yourself first, the less you'll end up being the one who gets hurt." He says.

"That'll just turn me into the one who hurts others instead." You answer him, and it catches him off guard. "Also- I'm still not gonna hook up with you, even if I was to take your advice." You pout, and he breaks out into a grin, looking at you in a way that makes you awfully shy all of a sudden.

Not because he's looking at you with lust in his eyes- no. This look is something else, something you can't quite describe. Something that looks like genuine interest but also as if he's been challenged- and it's pretty dangerous.

"That's a shame, darling." He hums towards you, reaching out to tug the front of your dress higher to hide your cleavage, making your breath hitch as you realize how.. out there you've been with your choice of dress. "But I'll still be there, if you change your mind." He tells you.

"I won't." You say, opening the door to get out, before you turn slightly to look at him again. "But maybe one day you'll change yours." You say, leaving him alone.

And he can't help but stay frozen for a moment, wondering what you meant.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #park jimin imagine #jimin imagine #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader

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𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 - 𝑷𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒊 𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒛 💜

pov: where do you and pedri meet (you are a fan)

y/n pov

I submit to every thing that comes to being funny. I decided to watch the world cup and I fell in love with Pedri, a player from the Spain national team, and now a few months later I'm here in front of the Barcelona training center waiting for him to leave training, to at least see him up close once in a lifetime life.

Of course, I came from Brazil to Spain to see the sights too, but I won't deny it, what left me with butterflies in my stomach was this moment.

There were several hysterical fans that every time the car came from the ct they screamed a lot thinking it was him or Gavi or Ferran but every time it was in vain, I even thought they weren't even in the ct today. When I was already giving up and leaving for the next day, I see a car coming, it was dark green, I knew that car was Pedri's, because I had already seen more than one video in which he was in that car.

My heart raced wanting to come out of my mouth, when the car was close to the crowd of fans I stayed further back because otherwise I would be knocked down by the euphoria of the other people there. I stayed last but when my turn comes my eyes meet Pedri's and I say:

H-hi Pedri, I'm y/n, I-I admire you a lot, could you give me an autograph?- I've been thinking about what to say for so long to stutter, oh y/n

Hi y/n, thank you, of course I could, whatever you want. - (Oh if he only knew what I really want)

I handed him a photo and received an autograph, thanked him and asked for a photo:

If it's not asking too much, could you take a picture with me?

As many as you want, y/n. - He looks at me with a smile in the corner and I know I blush, I open the camera and take a selfie of us.

After the photo I thank him for his attention and when I'm turning to leave and let him go I also hear his voice:

Hey y/n, I forgot to say, take a good look at the back of the photo, okay?

He says and winks at me, lifting the window and returning to his path, I stand there with a confused face not understanding what he means by that, but I decide to see the reason for his speech

When I turn the photo, I see that it says:

“ - - - - _- - - -”

“you look nice and I trust you won’t tell anyone my number”

At that time I just wanted to scream, fanfics can exist.

#pedri x reader #pedri/gavi #pedri gonzalez #pedri gonzalez imagine

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belowzion · 1 year ago

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Below Zion: Rethinking Valentino

Hello everyone! Today I wanted to show you how we've been rewriting Valentino. As stated in my previous blogs, the characters are given different feels to make them as distinct from their show counterparts as possible so that eventually this can be its own thing. While still inhabiting the pimp lord aspects, Valentinos way of thinking, motivations and even what he does in his past-time should change how this character works and why I grew a fascination in writing about his character recently. Make no mistake, he is a villain and funnily enough, a stark contrast to Charlies ideas.

"Oh, the sex work is great! Tino is garbage. See, I haven't left the industry. I just ran from that self-rightous prick…" - Hip-Lash, one of Angels best friends, left the 'industry'. Hasn't seen Angel for 30 years. To understand where Valentino comes from and why he is the kind of person he is, some context is needed. In Below Zion, sinners are completely incapable of making pacts with other people. Their power instead depends on how sinful they were in life. If you sinned too much, you get thrown into Penance Machines, where you are excessively tortured and bleed out all that sinful energy for runes! Runes pass off as currency in Hell. But if you were not a cannibal serial child killer, you get to enjoy some amazing powers! Or if you got bailed out of these machines through some higher power. While nothing too crazy like what Alastor might be capable of, these sinners are still very powerful with the Wrath they possess. Valentino is no exception. His hazbin is an interesting case of a person hiding the true degeneracy that they possess deep within them. See, Valentino, known before as Mikhail "Milo" Tarentino, was a yoga teacher, originating from India! The guy, not really enjoying his position in India due to the fact that yoga was already quite popular there, decided to move to Italy where yoga wasn't as prevalent! Tarentino was a social butterfly, able to get many contacts and many students into his class! However, his true debauchery also began here. He would often have sexual intercourse with his own students, coercing them, grooming them and eventually fucking them! It does not help the matters that most of these women were married.

"Oh goodness, I did not expect to have a new neighbour! Welcome! I actually remember you, you know? You agreed to collect dirty things for Butcher Pete." Sledge nods. "So I did." "Gross job. Glad they had rubber gloves my size." He says, raising a paw, and wiggling his pudgy fingers… It reminds Alastor a little of one of those asian lucky-cats… cute. "Why ya callin' him 'Butcher Pete'?"

"Oh! No reason! There is just a very catchy song that I wish I NEVER paid any attention to the lyrics of!"

He says as he spins his microphone!

"Would you like to give it a listen? It reminds me of the kind of sinners that I find often here in Lust…" "Sure."

From Als staff - a combination of magical and technological - comes out a very upbeat tune! "Hey everybody, did the news get around? About a guy named Butcher Pete! Oh, Pete just flew into this town, And he's choppin' up all the women's meat!

He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'! He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'! He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'! He just hacks, wacks, choppin' that meat!"

And also... this.

"Yeah, I see your point there, Al... but I got a question for ya~" He says with a sinister grin~

"Very well, i shall bite! Shoot!" "Say, have you ever had a pump and dump at a family reunion~?"

"[Oh no...]" The T.V Demon grows... concerned for what is about to be retold.

Velvette begins to giggle maniacally!

"I know Some of those words! Likely Not in the context You Want them to be in, though!"

"Then you do know the context I am referring to~ Don't worry Al, I am not talking about ones own family reunion, obviously, but somebody else's."

"You Are talking about FILTH then. No Val, i have done Nothing of the likes!"

"Oh come on, never had the fun? I had this one where I was invited to one of my students', I was a yoga teacher back in the day, you see? Anyhow, I eventually found myself banging different women. See, because they are all related, they had like, slightly different mommy boxes, but I was test driving 'em, right? Seeing how evolution has shaped each one a little differently so that you can find one that's just right?"

[No, Val stop, Al is already-]

"I call this goldilocksing~"

"And this relates to hunting... hoooow...?" Velvette seems perplexed...

Val thinks for a moment...

"I forgot what I was getting at, my bad~" He says as he takes a puff from his cigarette.

Al... looks grossed out. He thinks about this... And shivers in mild disgust again, a few moments after the first time.

As you can see here, Valentino kept his "trade" a secret in his human life, but he was also very good with it. Being able to get around fucking the entire female half of a family. Living in Italy though, he envied the mafia families that always seemed to be able to get what they wanted. More so because one day, one of those families caught Tino and his disgusting tendencies and... lets just say that he was never found on Earth again.

This eventually landed him in Hell. While he did sin quite excessively, it did not compare to the likes of Velvette, Alastor, Eve, Angel Dust or Agatha. However, he did gain one very prominent power from this... The red mist. The mist he puffs out whenever he smokes, the stench that leaves his body, the morphine that binds people to him like soul contracts!

Its an addictive substanance. Some people even describe it as off-puttingly as possible by saying that its his "musk". Valentino, while possessing not a terrifying amount of strength compred to some other powerful sinners out there, he possesses an ability that can dominate each one of them without trouble.

One such case being Angel Dust.

See, Angel, being the son of a ruthless mafia boss, when arrived in Hell, he wanted to become famous and wealthy immidietly! Get rich quick without much work! Well, with work he loves to do~

This is where Valentino steps into his life, offering him such opportunities while... making sure Angel inhales his mist as much as possible. Keep him addicted, don't let him get away~

Valentino is especially abusive towards Angel both sexually and physically. However, this stems not from his actual love for Angel Dust, but his hate.

Valentino, ever since he arrived in Hell, has gained a sick fascination towards punishing the sinners that think they are hot shit.

"He has a… self-rightous attitude lets say. If he thinks you had it too good and don't appriciate the stuff you have… he'll get ideas~" -Velvette

Valentino is the essence of Hell. He punishes the winners of hazbin, not the losers. Seeing Angel Dust, being this mafiaso that loved and CRAVED sex in every opportunity and got what he wanted without ever thinking about the implications, gives Valentino this certain feeling of moral superiority. He feels like a punisher, a true demon of Hell that is there to become Angels worst nightmare for all the horrible things he has done in his life.

It gets better due to the fact that Valentino knows he is weaker than Angel, yet due to his addictions, he wins over him. Its not some pact that binds Angel, its his own Lust... and Sloth. His desire for easy success and wealth led him to this disgusting mess.

When Charlie rolls around with the idea of redemption, of course he hates it. To him, punishment is well deserved and bad boys like Angel need to be made an example of.

This also presents the reader with an interesting question. Does Angel deserve what Val does to him considering that he was CERTAINLY not a good person in his own hazbin? Or does he deserve redemption? This is literally Charlies ideology, being asked to the viewer. Should the sinner be punished or redeemed? Angel was a despicable human being that murdered, tortured, raped and was bound to many external substances. Does he deserve punishment in the hands of Valentino? Or does he deserve redemption in the hands of Charlie?

Valentino is also not just doing this to Angel. This goes for ANYONE he thinks they had it too good for too long...

Welp, that was all! Valentino is an asshole pervert fueled by hatred!

Please do write feedback, I'd love to hear your ideas if you think of any!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel rewrite

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