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cinnaminsvga · 4 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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lighterfluid1 · 2 years ago

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Drunk fuck with Bakugo ( 18+ )

☆ PRO!HERO TOP!BAKUGO X GN/FEM!READER (male ver here) ☆

☆ !! WARNINGS ; !!

ー Mentions of alcohol, female genitals, they/them pronouns, drunk sex, lots of degration, aggressive sex, creampie, fingering, overstimulation, some dirty talk, edging, oral sex (male and female receiving), half clothed sex, etc.

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As the weather warmed up and the grass grew greener, you could tell spring was on it's way. But not only spring. A friend of yoursーKatsuki Bakugo, celebrated his birthday in the upcoming month of April. You obviously weren't the only one to realize since the moment March became April...Mina had already began planning a surprise party for Bakugo. Her, Kirishima, and the others had chosen to throw the party at the nearby club. You must admit, it would be fun to meet up and have some drinks. So therefore you agreed to show up.

You met Katsuki long before he became one of the top 10 pro hero's. Infactーyou met him back in your UA days. You and your friends from class 1-A we're now deep into the hero business, meaning you lost touch with many of them, but not Katsuki. You realized long ago just how you felt about him, and turned out obvious how much you crushed on the boy. That much hasn't changedーinfact it's the reason you hesitated on coming to his surprise party. Even just being in his aroma made you nervous and flushed. Everything about him turned you into a hopeless mess. Mina being your go-to for these things had told you to hang out with him more and try to get comfortable with him. She made it seem much easier then it really was. If being around him with your friends there was hard, then you can imagine how embarrassing it was to be one-on-one with him. But at least the two of you talk online...it was honestly the only thing keeping your friendship alive.

Getting back home from your hero work you stripped off your costume exhastedly, flopping down on your sofa to check your phone. You we're suprised to see so many notificationsーbut when you checked them you nearly jumped out of your skin. The party...is today?! You thought to yourself. Mina had messaged you nearly a thousand times reminding you about it. Quickly you bolted off the couch and into your washroom. You had to shower, get ready, and leave as quick as you could. You barely had any time even now since your hero work takes up a big chunk of your day. After hoping out of the shower and drying your hair you had to pick an appropriate outfit. You didn't want to wear anything too formal but at the same time you didn't want anything too lazy...Who the fuck cares. Grabbing the most decent clothes you could find, you rushed out the door letting Mina know you we're on your way. Checking the time you let out a sigh of relief. You had just enough time to drive over.

The sun had already set by the time you arrived making the club radiate with lights from the outside. You usually didn't feel this nervous attending a party with your friendsーbut the butterflies in your stomach we're unbearable. Nevertheless, you we're here to have fun and that's all that really mattered.

"Ohーthere they are! Hey!" Mina called, waving to you as you walked over to the bar counter.

"What took you so long?!" Denki asked over the blaring music. You weren't surprised he was willing to come.

"Hey. Jus' got back from hero work n' had my phone off. Kinda forgot about the party, sorry," you reply with a nervous yet friendly smile. You usually remember important events like this, but your mind must'a gotten ahead of itself.

"No big deal! Bakugo hasn't even gotten here yet," Kirishima says. It had been a while since you'd seen him with his hair down.

"Really? That's a shocker..."

"Yeahーit is! Where is that blonde jerk?!" Mina shouts, scrolling through her phone frantically. You weren't the only one being spam called I guess. But just as Mina said thatーa voice called angrily from behind you.

"What'd you call me, bug eyes?!" Katsuki shouted. You and the rest of your friends jerked around at the sound of his voice, faces lighting up with excitement.

"Heyyy! There'y is!" Kirishima roared, raising a hand. Looking up at him from your seat, you studied his outfit in awe. He wore a tight white dress shirtーslightly undone at the top and rolled at the sleeves, black dress pants, and normal white runners. You could feel your face heating up as you looked him up and down. As he sat down, Denki slammed a cupcake down on the table as you all shouted happy birthday. It took him a moment to process this wasn't just a meet upーbut a surprise birthday celebration. Or that's what you thought he was processing.

"Huh?"

"Surprise!!! Are you surprised?!" Mina shouted excitedly leaning over the table. "We decided it would be fun to celebrate your birthday with a few drinks! What'dya think?!"

"I think you're fucking stupid." Mina stopped for a momentーshocked to hear his response. "It was pretty obvious this had something to do with my birthday. Why the hell else would you have dragged me out here?!"

"Ugh...why do you have to be so not stupid?!" Denki whined, flopping his arms over the table with a sigh.

"SHUT UP MORON!"

"Wellーat least you showed up!" Kirishima added positively. At this point you we're just waiting for someone to order the drinks.

"Is someone gonna order the drinks or what..." you huffed.

"IS THAT THE ONLY REASON YOU CAME?!" Mina yelled in shock.

"Of course not!" You bit back.

"I'll get em'!" Denki insisted, rushing over to the bar. You could feel Katsuki's eyes on you from across the table...it was making you that much more nervous. When you looked up he turned away increasing the suspense. You're hoping that once you have a few shots you'll loosen up.

Once Denki returned with a bottle of champagne, vodka, and other expensive liquors that's when the real party began. You even received a free bottle of tequila after Denki stood and flirted with the bartender. Out of all your friends, you were the one drinking the mostーespecially right off the bat. The moment they were placed in front of you, you had already poured yourself a glass. By the time the others started feeling tipsy, you were already drunk. Laughs were shared across the table until your attention began to shift back to Katsuki. As your head perked up, he too shifted his head in your direction. Looking him directly in the eyes you gestured a small smileーyour worries completely leaving your body.

"What're you lookin' at," he spatーtrying to ignore his flushed face.

"You, Katuski." Your face said everything he needed to know as the pink tone on his cheeks quickly darkened and spread across his face. He liked the way his name rolled off your tongue when you were wasted like this. His face grew with amusement as he smirked...catching onto you. You had always wondered what it would be like to sleep with himーbut you were unable to get ahead of yourself right now. Once the bottles were left empty and everyone's drinks were finished, some of your friends began to leave. The party ended faster then you thought, but time flies when your shit wasted I guess. But in the end it was just you and Katsuki at the table. "Didn't know you were sucha drinker," you slurred. Katsuki chuckled.

"Says you." As you and Katsuki also began to leave, that's when you finally made a move. As you watched him turn around the corner to check something your heart began to race as you reached out for him. Maybe it was because you we're drunkーbut the heat deep in your body was killing you. Quickly you pulled Katsuki's shirt making his face fall to your level, as you linked your lips with his. He was shocked at first, hesitating as you held him there but quicklyーhe melted into your kiss. The cold air of the night blew through you both making the moment that much more pleasurable...yet the hot feeling in your stomach never went away. The small yet sensual kiss you left on his lips soon turned into a heated make-out as the Blondie took control. He grabbed your jaw lifting your head as he pushed you against the concrete exterior of the club. Small uncontrolable grunts and breaths left your mouth as the two of you made out, vibrating down his throat. His hands slowly made their way to your waist and under your shirt as his leg shifted perfectly in between your legs. Your body flinched with surprise as a wave of pleasure spread throughout youーmaking your face turn a deep pink shade. That's when you realized the massive bulge in his pants. Katsuki's tight formal-wear made his boner impossible to miss. Suddenly a warm sensation made it's way to your chest snapping you out of your drunken state. His hands caressed your nipplesーpinching and pulling as he kissed and bit your neck. You moaned and groaned in response to the mixed sensations, feeling your cunt throb with need. This was very unlike him.

"Noーnot here..." you whispered. The both of you were perched up against the left wall of the club yet people still passed. His desperate grip on your body never loosened though, as if he was holding onto you fearing he'd be left alone. His breathing was heavy in your ear once he finally did let go, sending shivers down your spine.

"I'll call a cab t'drive us," he replied, pulling out his phone. You jolted in response to his wordsーthe alcohol in your system making it that much harder to process. You we're going to his house...? Your fantasies were slowly becoming reality as he hung up the phone grabbing your wrist and pulling you along into the viechle making sure you didn't trip or fall. Besides, out of the two of you he was the most with it.

Once you both arrived he practically dragged you inside. Katsuki had always been richーbut him being one of the top ten pro heros...made him even richer. He practically owned a literal mansion. When you entered the sound of jackets hitting the ground radiated throughout his home mixed with hitched breathing. As he pinned you against the door kissing and biting at your soft skin, you slowly unbuttoned his white dress shirt. Before long he had you hanging onto his shoulder as he lead you to his bedroom. Everything was pristine and clean, the sheets of his bed feeling like pure silk as he threw you down. Ripping off your pants and your panties he lifted your legs placing them on his shoulders as he buried his face between your thighs...Your legs shook and trembled under his tongue wanting to escape although the world spun around you as you laid arching your back from the pleasure. His tongue swirled around your clit sucking it while he salivated all the creases and flaps of your sensitive cunt.

"NghーKatsukiー!" You moaned, covering your flushed face with your shirt. Out of nowhere you felt two fingers enter you, causing you to gasp and flinch. His fingers slipped in with surprising ease as your insides pulsed and twitched around him.

"Relax, slut. You got yourself into this mess," he spat. His words just turned you on that much more, your pussy leaking with juices. You just wanted him inside of you.

"Just...put it in..." you replied, voice trembling out of embarrassment. You spread your legs for him still covering your face shyly, shocking him. You we're so needy yet so hesitant.

"Impatient are we? Just makes me wanna tease you more, fuckin' whore," he chuckled. He threw his undone dress shirt to the floor as he unzipped his pants, rubbing his dick along your wet hole. "What's the magic word, huh?" Licking your thigh, he makes direct eye contact with you startling you with a small bite. Your body shivered as you watched him tease youーhesitating and stuttering on your words.

"Pleーplease...?"

"Good slut," he bit, smirking cunningly. Finally he lined himself up and shoved his cock all the way inside of youーalmost immediately hitting all of your good spots. You cried out with pleasure as he began to thrust into you, pulling one of your legs above his head as the other laid on the bed. With each thrust you felt your ears ring...your climax already approaching. The wet squelching sounds that filled the air were mixed with some of Katsuki's low grunts and moans in your earーsomehow making him that much hotter. You couldn't even believe this was happeningーyou were fucking your best friend. He quickly sped up after realizing how your insides pulsed and twitched for him. Then, you moaned and gasped for air as your body took over. You threw your head back as your body spasmed with pleasure. Noticing you finished already, he let out a small snicker throwing you over onto your stomach grabbing and spreading your ass.

"Wait I just finishedー!" You cried as he put himself back inside of you. Before you could finish, you practically melted on his cockーeyes shooting back into your head.

"We ain't fuckin' done here. You want me to stop then start beggin'." Every time you though he couldn't get any faster, he did. His thrusts were hard, completely raddling your brain as he grabbed your wrists holding them behind your back. "Ass up," he ordered. You could barely hear him over your moans and gasps yet you still did what you were told.

"Nghー! StopーI'm gunnー!" Suddenly, you felt Katsuki stopーeadging your climax.

"What, y'like it that much that you think you can cum twice in a row? I don't fuckin' think so," Katsuki snickers, grabbing the back of your hair.

"Noーmmphh! Please!" Begging and pleading he finally shoved himself back inside of you, causing your orgasm start all over again. As his thrusts slowed he quickly pulled out releasing his hot seed all over your ass. After pulling out so fastーa crème colored juice slowly poured out of you as he finally finished. Pulling you up he twisted and pulled at your pebbled nipples as he bit down into the crevice of your neck. You winced in pain and pleasure as he threw you down onto your back kissing your chest moving further and further down. Once he reached your sore and sensitive cunt, he licked up your rich cream-pie sucking at your entrance until you were screaming for him. "Katsuki!ーngh...please...I can'tー!" But it just turned him on more. As you gripped and tugged his hair you let out yet another orgasm. He smirked, purposely swallowing every last drop as your face burned a dark pink. Before you could respond he shifted to the end of the bed spreading his legs.

"Your turn~," he teased, snapping and pointing at his boner. You blushed just at the thought of you giving him headーbut it was fair...Holding your shirt tightly you crawled over to him and off the bed crouching down onto your knees. Holding your mouth open, he explored the inside with his thumb before leading your lips to his pink tipーthe precum leaking onto your mouth. You held the base nervously but instead of being gentle he grabbed at your hair forcing your head down, gagging you. As you choked and drooled he thrusted his dick up and down your throat, breathing hitching. "Fuck..." The sound of him moaning quietly, grunting under his breath as he thrusted into your mouth turned you on to the point it was unbearable. You quietly stuck two fingers inside yourself as you sucked him messily, swirling your tounge around his tip as pleasurably as possible. Small moans escaped you as you began to thrust into your holeーcausing his dick to somehow expand inside your mouth. The vibrations made his climax come that much faster as he finally released into your mouth. You coughed and choked as you swallowed it down, practically dripping from your mouth. What a pretty sight it was for Katsuki as he lifted you onto his lap, helping you finish yourself off.

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Once you both finally finished, you laid exhausted beside Katsuki holding onto his heated body. As your vision faded as the alcohol took over your system, you passing out in his arms. Your body was covered in bruises, hickies, and bites yet somehow it made you look that much hotter. He too fell asleep beside you shortly afterーstroking your ruffled hair. The sound of quiet breathing took over the aroma of his bedroom as you two slept peacefully together, tucked under his sheets. You wished you could have just told him how much you loved him in that moment you shared.

!! All characters are over 18 !!

ty 4 reading ♡ reblogs n' stuff are appreciated

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ー the fucking weekend >>>>

SMALL NOTE FROM THE WRITTER ; making this I realized just how shit I am at spellingーso sry 4 my terrible grammar and spelling errors on the og lol

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johnnieguilbertsgirlfriend · 1 year ago

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shower situation (smut) part 2

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

word count: 0.8k - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - fluff, eventual smut

you guys had made it to Gally's hut, which was decently spaced with little decorations. there was a bed, nightstand and a lamp, but the area itself was as spacious as it could be for a hut.

"Alright greenie, here's your pillow." he throws it to you, "You take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor." the floor was wooden, so at least it wasn't just grass. however, you still felt bad for him. "Are you sure? I can sleep on the floor, I don't mind at all." he scoffed a little, "No, its fine." you sat on the bed and watched as he lied down on the floor. he looked at you, making you pat the bed, telling him it was okay to sleep there. Gally has a skeptical look on his face, but he knew that sleeping on the ground would make everything hurt like hell, so he decided to go with you. he made himself comfortable with the blankets and with his side of the full sized bed, leaving little room for the both of you. you turned away, "Goodnight, Gally." he couldn't see the tint on your cheeks nor the smile on your face. "Night, Y/N." there were so many butterflies in your stomach at this point, making you like him even more...as a friend, right? (wrong)

the two of you couldn't stay away from eachother the whole night though. when you woke up, you were faced away from him, his arms were wrapped around you with his head tucked in the crook of your neck. you didn't dare move, almost as if a bomb would explode if you did. you were too tired to do anything anyways. it stayed like that for a while until you heard him grunt and wake up. "Are you awake?" he muttered quietly. you didn't know whether to respond or stay quiet. you went with the safer option and closed your eyes, not saying anything. while you pretended to still be asleep, he actually hugged you tighter, whispering a 'phew'. this position made you actually doze off, sleeping a little longer.

the light came through the hut walls, and the bed felt a little colder. you opened your eyes, seeing that Gally had left, presumably to head off with the builders. you heard a knock and someone was standing in the doorway, Newt. "Alright Y/N, rise and shine, you have to help the glade out someway." he had explained this the night before, how you had to choose a job to do. hoping that it was easy, you picked to be a track-hoe with Newt. "Okay, okay." you sighed, getting out of the bed.

after getting ready, you headed over to the gardens and were instructed to dig out the weeds. you didn't think there would be a lot, but apparently no one likes to dig out weeds. so there you were, you had spent almost the entire day shoveling those suckers out. someone taps you on the shoulder, Zart. "Hey I think you've done enough today." he says sincerely. you get up from your squat, "Thanks Zart." you say, lucky that someone had your back. just as he said that, the dinner bell rang. you groan as you walk away from the plants.

you were dirty, being covered in mud wasn't that pleasant and your whole body was aching. not to mention, you had also missed breakfast from sleeping in, with Gally. you start to smile at the thought as someone runs up to you. "Oh, hey Gally, what's up?" he joins you on your walk to the kitchen area. "You look like you've seen better days, greenbean." he laughs at the sight of you covered with dirt. "Wow, thanks. You know I could say the same for you." you say, spotting some flecks of wood on his shirt. he shuts up, raising his eyebrows. he walks you to the line for food. "Do you think I could eat with you?" you look up into Gally's eyes. "Uh, sure Y/N." he stutters a little. you join his group that consists of some other builders. you sat right next to him, laughing occasionally at his jokes, and putting your hand on his leg. it went unnoticed by everyone except for him. after eating, you wait for him to finish, it was already getting dark again. all you wanted to do was have a shower to remove all of the grime from yourself. you whisper to Gally, your hand still on his leg, "Can you take me to the showers, please?" he grabs your hand on his thigh, "Alright boys, I'll see you later." he stands up from the table, helping you get out of the bench.

as you walk to the bathroom area, your hands still stay interlocked with one another.

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sumaneun-stars · 1 year ago

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'Four Seven Two Eight'

chapter 03 — 'One step forward, two steps back'

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Pairing. Jay x fem!reader

Genre. Angst

Warnings. Swearing, pet names, thigh riding, dry humping, making out etc.

Sypnosis. You didn't know why your heart shattered, when your one sided love, Park Jongseong, left you in the dark- because he was never yours to begin with. You didn't expect what 2 years could do to a person, especially to him, now a completely different person. Not the little boy he used to be.

You felt a sense of accomplishment everytime Jay looked at you in confusion.

“So y/n, how was Jay on his first day?” The boy who was minding his own business shot up at the question. You eyed his intense grip on his utensils, before meeting his eyes which held a slight bit of nervousness or… fear-?

The moment your eyes met his, you could tell that he was trailing off to the same events of today in which you were thinking of as well.

“Uh- he…” your eyes shifted between his parents’ and his pleading ones. It felt like his life depended on the next words you were about to voice out. He was nervous.

“He was okay, needs some catching up though” you lied through your teeth, never breaking eye contact. You smirked when you noticed his body relax. You got a glimpse of his genuine smile when his parents praised him, and you couldn't help but notice the absurdity of this facade he was playing. And of course, trouble always found a way to you- so you walked right into his game.

Now it was his turn to smirk.

As the sounds of metal scrubbing against ceramic filled your ears, you couldn't help but replay how your parents worsened your already shitty day. You regretted saying the words ‘catching up’ because Jay would be visiting way more than often for your help.

You flinched at the sudden clanking of plates next to you. You scoffed at the thought of Jay actually helping with the dishes or cleaning up. Pfft- he was way too stubborn for that. Rolling your eyes, you took a step away, only for him to take two steps forward.

You let out a gasp when you felt two palms wrap around your elbows, as your back flushed against his chest. You could feel the warmth of his body spread to yours, his breath tingling on your shoulder as he leaned closer to your ear.

“Thanks, babe” he whispered, his lips brushing over your earlobe, before he let you out of his hold and made his way to the front door. Your body suddenly felt cold without his warmth engulfing you. At this point, you had lost count on how many times your heart beat for Jay.

Unbelievable.

The next two days were the same as the last, Jay getting on your nerves but also making butterflies grow. You gave up even trying to stop your heart, since it always betrayed you. Useless piece of shit.

At least you didn't see him today and the entire day was for yourself. You couldn't deny that you felt a sense of emptiness in his absence, but you knew you didn't love him. He just reminded you of the boy he used to be. They just had the same faces. And just when you settled into a good day, you heard the bell ringing. You would normally ignore it, but since your parents weren't home, you took all your energy to walk to the door, barely covered as you rubbed your tired eyes.

‘Not again’

Yep, it was him. He was like a fly which would never let you be at peace, but he also made you shiver at his presence- in excitement or nervousness, you didn't know.

You sighed, not recalling that you were not wearing a bra and that you were wearing white. “Why are you here?” You asked, massaging your right temple with a hand.

You noticed the silence, raising your eyes to look at Jay's somewhat distracted expression. You saw his sizing you up, before he cleared his throat, almost like he was ashamed of his actions.

“Uh-” he stuttered, clearing his throat right after.

“What? Never seen a girl's nipples before?” You asked, already tired of his games.

He got out of his nervous wreck in a blink, his normal, flirtatious tone coming back to him. “I have some catching up to do, don't I?”

You groaned, dragging him by the wrist up to your room, not forgetting to shut the door. Opening the door to your room, you pushed him down on the bed and made your way to your spinning chair.

“You take political science, right? So this is what we-” you spun your chair to face him, a book in your hands and your jaw clenched at his dazed look.

Although you got him back on track, you couldn't even last fifteen minutes. Gosh, was he annoying. You couldn't deny that he looked damn attractive as he sat on your bed, legs spread as he leaned on your bedhead, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth. You crossed your legs, just to make sure he didn't notice the growing patch on your shorts.

You cleared your throat. “So, professor Lim asked us to complete this” you turned the book for him to see, except he wasn't paying attention.

“Jay, I'm talking to yo-” you caught him looking up and down your body once again, your voice now caught in your throat. You looked deep into his eyes. It might have been in your head, but you thought you caught a glimpse of feelings in his eyes. Longing, you realized.

“Do you know where the lotus club is?” You were taken back by the question.

“Uh-”

“Nevermind, the navigation app exists” he said with a wink, before walking towards your window. He placed a foot on your windowsill, before turning back to your direction. “Thanks for the cover, princess. I'll pay you back later” he added, crawling out of your window right after.

You scoffed, unintentional tears of rage forming on your eyes. He used you? He planned to sneak out all along- feeding his parents pretty lies so it'd be a win-win situation for him? And here you thought that you might have actually had a moment with him. A turning point, or a mere development of care between you two.

You had rarely ever gone out at night, but you couldn't stop yourself. You wore your jacket and left through your window, heading to the same place.

“Lotus club…” you mumbled, observing the red dot on your phone which represented you. You looked up at the neon-lit letters spelling the exact place you were searching for, and entered it without thought.

Blazing music filled your ears, your whole body vibrating at every beat. The place was lit with vibrant colors, and the shimmer from the disco ball above made it even more flashy. It gave your eyes a challenge, but you soon enough got used to it.

It wasn't hard to spot Jay in the crowd, and of course, a girl was by his side. She wrapped her arms around his neck, basically clinging onto him like a leech. He held a drink in one hand and held the girl's back with the other, steadying her- to continue whatever she was doing, obviously. He didn't try to resist her or push her away, and instead he trailed his hand down her lower waist.

You couldn't watch anymore.

You sat yourself down on the couch of the disgusting club. What the fuck was wrong with you? Why couldn't you get a hold of yourself? Full to the brim with rage and rage only, you grabbed the nearest bottle of poison. Alcohol. You finally found your cure. Now going on your third bottle, you felt amazing. You felt on top of the world, like nothing could control you. Not even that fucking Jongseong.

You felt a sudden hand slip under your shirt, traveling up to your back. You looked sideways to the stranger. He looked… good. Too good.

“You lonely, baby?” He cooed into your ear. You flinched, but were more focused on the growing need within you. You could feel his hand run circles over your skin. This was wrong. Very wrong. You looked ahead into oblivion. If Jay could have all the fun in the world, why couldn't you? He thought of you as a weakling, a toy to play with. Just look at what you could do.

“Mhm, very lonely” you boldly moved closer to him after drowning another shot down your system.

“What's your name, baby?” he asked. You smirked, running your fingers over his lips.

“Yours first” you rested your legs sideways over his thighs, flashing an innocent smile at him. When he chuckled, you knew you got him wrapped around your little finger.

“Call me Yeonjun, princess” your mind shifted into thoughts of Jay at the nickname. How he would feel around you, body pressed against yours.

You gasped when Yeonjun pulled you by your thighs, making you sit on his lap. For a moment you glitched, you could see Jay before your eyes. Him in his denim clothes, silver hair and chains decorating his body.

“Ride me baby,” Jay spoke. You tried to get rid of the illusion in front of you, but you couldn't.

‘Fuck it. Let it be Jay. As long as I feel good.’

You placed your hands on Jay's shoulder's, pressing your already wet, clothed core down on his right thigh. You let out a moan when he bounced his leg up. Suddenly everything was perfect. Too perfect. Was this the feeling if you ever fucked Jay?

You knew it was the alcohol playing with your head, but as long as you didn't spill the beans- there was no harm. Your head spun as the poison consumed your brain, and feeling dizzy, you reached your climax.

Not looking anywhere but Jay's eyes, you started to move your hips even faster. You didn't care if anyone was looking. You waited too long for this.

When Jay let out a groan of pleasure, you were hit by a sudden wave of confidence. You gripped his neck and circled your hips over his thigh, every push and pull sending you off the edge. You screamed when Jay bounced his leg along with your movements. Your back arched to the intense pleasure.

Your hands trailed down to your denim shorts, looking at Jay in the eye before moving your shorts along with your panties to the side, your sticky liquid leaking.

“Jay!” You let out a moan at the newfound feeling. A dazed, disoriented feeling in your head, you became a completely different person. You pushed Jay's back to the couch, clutching on to his chest for leverage. You once again started chasing your desire. It wasn't long until your second orgasm came. Your exhausted body collapsed over him, panting from the lack of oxygen.

“Oh my god Jay, that felt so good” you said after bringing your head from the nape of his neck.

“W- who’s Jay?

“That would be me”

You knew you were seeing things. Hearing things. Feelings things. There was no way Jay- the actual Park Jongseong, witnessed this. As long as you didn't spill the beans- there was no harm. Well guess what- the beans were spilled. And you were fucked.

“C’mon y/n, time for bed” you heard faintly, before feeling lighter in someone’s hold.

The anger felt when Jay saw you was indescribable. He never knew he could get his mad over a girl, something he could get with a click of the finger- and getting rid of them was just as easy. Call him a hypocrite, he didn't care. He was the reason you were here, but you brought him here in the first place. He was high and mighty on the exterior, just so he could lock up the little boy lingering in there, watching with betrayed eyes at his newfound self. He was disgusted by his own self.

Apart from his fire-bearing rage, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction that you called his name. His name, and not the man under you. He figured out that from your dazed eyes and unstable body, you were not yourself- and your tolerance was certainly not high.

Carrying you was the closest to kissing you at the very much escalating relationship of you two. It wasn’t that hard, considering that he carried you almost all his life. Whether it was to school or when you got your period cramps, he always had the ability to. He got interrupted by a gasp and a weak slap from you.

“Move! Your jaw could cut me!” you said, with furrowed eyebrows and a pout.

Jay couldn't restrain a chuckle at your words. He found himself smiling at every weird action you did when you were drunk- for example, dangling your legs but your hands holding onto dear life. Your vision was dazed, but the disorganized, vibrant plastic stars on the ceiling of your room could be identified by anyone.

“How'd you teleport me here?” you asked, your hands lifted to your mouth.

“I don't know baby, you tell me” he chuckled.

Moving the pile of abandoned books of your study session gone wrong, he gently laid you on your bed, removing your shoes and pulling the covers over your body.

“Where are you going?” you mumbled.

“Home, of course” he replied, and before he could completely cover you, his actions were disrupted.

“No” without time to think, you pulled his collar and he found himself dangerously on top of you. The little boy in him took over, and it was your turn to smirk now. It didn't last long, your weak body not being able to hold him in place as he tore himself from you. He knelt on the cold floor, hand on your jaw as he admired your red-flushed face. After a moment’s time, he spoke to no one.

“Where do you want me to go, then?” he asked, his voice like honey as he cooed into your ear.

“Don't go, just stay here”

He tucked a strand of hair from your face, a strand which bothered you- or else, which blocked his vision of your face.

“Don't leave me like before” his head traveled far away into the past, back to the rooftop when he first looked at your eyes which held something more than friendship. It reeled forward to the expression on your face when he made you cry the first time, a scar that was planted right across his heart. The memories brought unnoticed tears in his eyes.

“If all it is is eight letters, why is it so hard to say?”

“What? ‘I hate you’?” You started counting with your fingers, your playful tone back.

“No, just the opposite”

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, probably the first and the last one. He crawled himself out of your window and looked back at your unconscious figure for the last time. He hoped you wouldn't remember any of this in the morning, you deserved someone better, someone who didn't scar you the way he did. Maybe the little boy, the one he isn't anymore.

‘I won't leave you y/n…

Never again.’

A/n: to yuna who threw my beloved teddy bear across the room bc i was annoying her while she was reading I MEAN EXCUSE ME WE HAD A STORY TO WORK ON. @yunabi436

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jakeyzzz · 1 year 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 till' 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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literary-motif · 10 months 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.”

#sakuverse #zsakuva #zaros x reader #zsakuva zaros #zaros atha’lin #zaros atha’lin x reader

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joonieskinks · 1 year 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 · 1 year 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

#charlotte katakuri #katakuri #one piece #mochi man #whole cake island #wci #katakuri x reader #x reader #female reader #knacks writes

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 2 years ago

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okay but- cowboy!reader having like a lot of scars bc no self preservation y'know. i feel like he'd cover some of them up with tattoos but some are just too delicate. im just imaginin' the team of seeing like a sleeve of them for the first time or maybe he has a lot on his back and everyone just wants to know what they mean and when the heck he got all of them and yeah. also my poor boy you're really runnin him through it

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Description: scar reveal

Warnings: scars, abusive backstory

A/n: I know, I kinda feel bad but also there's so much more to come for him and I some of it (if I decide to post it) is really harsh and it will just shatter him bless him but again idk if I'm gonna post it so we'll see aha!

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You didn't really think about the scars most of the time. Sure, some of the bad ones haunted you at night, or with raised voices, but they weren't bad. Most of them didn't hurt anymore. Some of them did, emotionally, anyway. These ones you got covered with things you loved. The butterfly, for example, sat on your chest, a small Palos Verdes Blue Butterfly for JJ. Big enough to cover a particularly painful scar without drawing attention. Meaningful enough that it made you feel warm inside when you saw it, rather than the dread and fear that used to build up when seeing the scar.

Some, however, you couldn't cover. Most days, you forgot they existed. Others, they were all you could think about.

The bad ones, that is. Not the ones you got from falling out of a tree at the age of seven, or off a horse at sixteen. No. The ones you got when you pissed your foster parents off enough for them to create a permanent reminder.

The ones on your back bothered you. You didn't like that it was a part of your body that everyone but you could see. They would witness some of your worst memories laid out in front of them, some of which you had never even seen.

The ones on your arms were mostly covered, at least the ones on your upper arms and shoulders. They were easy to cover. The forearms you struggled to cover, not that there were many here, that would have been too visible.

Not all of these scars were linked with sadness. Some were happy. Some were from you being reckless (like daring your older brother that you could jump from the treehouse and land on your feet unharmed - you broke your arm. You were seventeen.). Some were from clumsiness growing up (tripping over the corner of a rug when running to watch the football with your brothers). All in all, they told your life story, from the scared little boy to the rebellious teen to the loved young man to the brave man that stood up for those that need it.

So yes, it made you feel vulnerable at times, but most of the time? Most of the time it made you happy to be alive. To be the person you were today.

You knew the team had already seen your tattoos, from a slight distance. They either hadn't seen the scars, or had decided not to ask about them. Either way, you weren't going to complain. You'd tell them or they'd ask eventually.

It was JJ who noticed first, the pair of you sat in the roundtable room, everyone else had gone home. She had gently brushed over a scar on your arm with a curious look. "I got that from trippin' over a rug to watch football," You said, giving a small smile. Her hand moved to one just below it, "Fallin' off a horse," She fingers traced the next scar mid way up your arm, the curious look turning to worry when you tense.

"Does it hurt?" It looked painful, still raised after years.

You shake your head, "Not anymore." You said truthfully, "They used to. Now they're just there, constantly reminding me."

"Except for the ones you cover,"

"Except for the ones I cover." You corrected yourself. Your eyes darted back down to the scar she was tracing. A particularly painful memory. You looked back up, giving a shy smile, "I really do love you, you know."

"I should hope so," She smirked, "We have been dating for over six months now."

"It never gets old, hearing you say that." You answer.

"Good, because I don't plan on stopping any time soon," She winks, gently pressing her lips to yours.

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wrinkledparchment · 2 years ago

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toeing the line | sebastian sallow

BRIEF DISCLAIMER: THIS AUTHOR DOES NOT SUPPORT OR TOLERATE TRANSPHOBIA OR DISCRIMINATION OF ANY KIND

Summary: a game of cat and mouse sequel | You may have lost the battle, but you’re determined not to lose the war. Just moments after you’d met him, you already felt close to him, like he was someone you could deeply trust. Even when a troll comes to Hogsmeade, or when Rookwood seeks you out, he always stands by your side, toeing the line between friends and something more.

Word Count: 3,706 words

Author’s Note: just a very light-hearted dabble into some Sebastian cuteness, warning it is unedited bc I spilled juice on my usual computer. OOps lol edit 1hr after posting: hi guys I appreciate all the love you’ve shown me so so much throughout all my fics--I will be more active today bc I will not be going to work. I hit someone with my car and now I am emotionally traumatized. Pls enjoy

Content Warnings: fluff, brief fight but nothing too graphic or magically violent :)

a game of cat and mouse

Sebastian’s heavy hand on your shoulder and warm breath on your ear still burned with his absence, and for every second you spent actually thinking about getting your supplies, or your classes, or precisely anything else, you spent 3 more seconds thinking about Sebastian’s voice, or your duel, or his wit that you felt you would never catch up to.

You felt--quite constantly, in fact--that you and Sebastian were competing for an unknown prize, continuously attempting to best the other in this war that conspicuously looked to everyone else like shameless flirting. The worst part that he was so talented at this sort of game, always managing to play the one card that caught you off-guard but never crossed the line into being too forward, too obvious that it showed you his hand.

After browsing only the necessary stores to complete Weasley’s shopping list, you practically booked it to the square near Honeyduke’s and the Wizardwear store, the meeting place Sebastian had designated. It was bustling, many people gathered around tables or sauntering between shops, enjoying the blue skies and the warm sun that warmed the skin of your cheeks.

A large smile broke out on your face as soon as you spotted Sebastian across the cobblestone square, leaned casually against the large tree with his legs crossed at the ankles. He seemed to be briefly skimming one of the potions textbooks, occupying his time while he waited patiently for you to come back home to him.

There was something so enchanting about that moment, you being able to watch him from afar. He looked so content, peaceful in his mind that was able to lay dormant briefly, not needing to work overtime to calculate just when to brush his hand against your knuckles or conjure a witty remark to stun you with. He was just naturally stunning, without ever needing to try.

At this point in the day, just the first day of knowing him, you’d already grown accustomed to the butterflies that awakened every time he was within 50 feet of you. You jogged lightly over to him, and as soon as your footsteps were within hearing distance, he looked up, as if he could sense your presence. When you came to a stop in front of him, he smiled so radiantly that you had forgotten the greeting you’d rehearsed on the way.

“I’ve finished my rather extensive shopping list,” you landed on instead, almost frowning at how you couldn’t immediately come back from the last interaction swinging. You held your wand up, proud of your immediate connection to what felt like the most stunning wand you’d ever seen.

He could sense your satisfaction, smiling, “Excellent.” The word just rolled off his tongue so simply, but for some ungodly reason, you felt your heart swell.

You didn’t bother allowing yourself the time to get flustered at his brief praise, and instead tried to show interest in him, too. “Did you get what you needed for your sister?”

You’d hoped that this would open a new avenue of conversation, but he didn’t open up more than he needed to. “I did,” he nodded. “I suppose the world is our oyster now,” and you held your breath as a smirk crawled up his face, “let’s see what mischief we can get up to.”

Sebastian saw you briefly glance over to Honeyduke’s. “Perhaps I can treat you to some desserts like I’d promised on the way over,” and there is a question, a near undetectable longing hidden by your smile, but it didn’t matter, because it was present in your eyes, too.

His smirk grew into an endearing smile, “Only if you promise to let me treat you to butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks afterwards.”

“I’ll keep it under consideration,” you pursed your lips, dangling the small burlap bag of galleons you found on the trail over between your pointer and thumb. “But I’m afraid one of us has a knack for treasure hunting and happens to be a few galleons richer.”

Sebastian shook his head, seemingly defeated, “I’m afraid your ‘knack for treasure hunting’ has very little to do with my proposal.” There was that twinkle in his eyes, and you knew that he had something prepared, as he always does. “Don’t you know that the gentleman always pays on the first date?”

You worked hard to contain your fumbling, internally swearing at him because somehow he always just has one comment locked and ready to fire. It was so difficult to try and play a game of charm and wit because he truly was the master.

All you could do was scoff, hoping that when you opened your mouth again, the most brilliant retort would fall out on it’s own. Before a word could fall out of your mouth, though, the ground began to rumble, loud thumps coming from behind the quaint village and exponentially rising in volume. As the thumps grew larger and larger, harsh sounds of crashes, breaking wood, and screams joined into the mix.

Out of seemingly nowhere, a fighter troll clad in armor glowing similarly to the dragon’s collar or Ranrok’s magic ran into the village, smashing stalls under it’s feet before launching into the air and smacking it’s large club into the ground before the pedestrians.

It didn’t matter to Sebastian that you had beaten him so swiftly and brutally in the earlier Defense Against the Dark Arts class--the single event that had him watching your every move with a close eye; Sebastian was not thinking logically when he put his arm out in front of you, fingers grasping onto your ropes as he shuffled to block your body with his. He acted solely on instinct, his need to protect overwhelming every sense and clouding every thought.

You peeked out from behind his shoulder as he slowly pulled his wand out, and you did the same, watching the troll’s line of sight slowly change from the adult villagers to you and Sebastian. The screams slowly got more distant as most of the villagers who were too scared to fight the troll ran for the exit, or for any cover at all.

The troll took a second when looking in your direction, as if registering who you were, but as soon as those few seconds were over, your eyes widened as the troll began to charge at the two of you. Sebastian flung at him with his wand, but it was to no avail. Only when one of the aurors of the village cast bombarda right at the troll’s head did it stop, going after the villagers instead of you two.

Sebastian’s grip on your robes loosened, his frame still blocking your body slightly, but he finally let go when he’d felt the area was clear. Precisely at the moment that Sebastian had turned to you, almost blushing as to excuse himself for grabbing onto you and forcing you behind him, a second troll came smashing through a house and now the pair of you were the sole targets, no backup to save you now. It charged at you quickly, but like clockwork, both you and Sebastian ducked and rolled.

There was such a simplicity to duelling with Sebastian, and despite it being your very first fight as a duo rather than opponents, the flow was seamless. The fighting ability and teamwork came naturally, like he was the thunder to your lightning. Sebastian used confringo quite a lot, which you’d noted to ask him to teach you later. You found your new power in some sort of powerful non-verbal magic, only discovering it out of fear and instinct when you saw Sebastian get corned by the troll.

Although Sebastian helped quite a lot, your newfound ability was what ultimately made the troll collapse, having one final box thrown at his head finally knocked the monster to his knees, and as Sebastian caught his breath, he glanced up to watch as you held your wand to your palm, a bright glow gathering before you threw a ball of who-knows-what at the troll. The giant shattered into shards, dissipating into thin air, and when Sebastian looked back at you, he caught a glimpse of a small, triumphant smile on your face.

He felt something churn so deeply in his stomach that he’d wondered what the elves had put in his tart this morning, but it only took seconds for the realization to cross his mind, and he finally realized what it was that made his heart feel full and his cheeks flush--pride.

Aurors and adult villagers all gathered around you amidst the rubble, Sebastian only standing back to watch as you were praised for your bravery. Jealousy was absent from Sebastian, and all his mind was filled with was your sly smile and the memory of his hand tugging on your robes, desperate to protect you without realizing that it was you who would protect him.

As an officer was congratulating you, all that was stuck in Sebastian’s mind was the terrified look on your face when the troll had him cornered, and how without effort or thought you moved to save him, power flowing through you with ease. For you, saving him had no contest in your mind and there was no second-guessing, no hesitation. It was instinct for you, but for Sebastian, having someone care so deeply with no reservations was so foreign that he didn’t register time passing until you were stood in front of him, having repaired all the buildings and broken stalls in the square. You’d also been awarded a new robe that wasn’t marred with scratches and dirt from the battle, which Sebastian recognized fit you incredibly well.

“Sebastian,” his name rolled off your tongue like a prayer, and a smile grew on your face as soon as he met your eyes. “I’d say we earned a butterbeer or two, how about you?”

He sighed dramatically, hoping you’d find humor in it. “It might help me forget that I was almost pulverized by a troll.”

Sebastian was quickly rewarded by a laugh that tumbled out of your mouth, warm and honey-like and after so long of simply being able to smirk, revelling in the satisfaction of you being so unmistakenly smitten by him, he now had to face that you’d called his bluff. There was something deeper between the two of you, and he could feel it when you spoke to him, “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

You grabbed out your small pouch of galleons, begging Sebastian to escort you to buy some chocolate frogs from Honeyduke’s before heading over to the Three Broomsticks. Just as you plopped the package down on the counter, Sebastian wordlessly took out his spare change and set it neatly next to the chocolate frogs. You froze, fingers still reaching into your pouch as you looked to him with furrowed brows.

He grabbed the chocolate frogs off the counter, smiling at you and then at the storeowner, before guiding you away. He opened the door for you and passed you your chocolates, “What’s some spare change in exchange for not getting wacked by a troll club?”

You scoffed, “Are you trying to bribe me, Sallow?”

He shook his head, smirking. “No,” he flung his arm around your shoulder, leaning into your ear once again. “You’re just incredible.” His warmth was engulfing now, and you were so close to the salvation of him really holding you that it started to make you dizzy. You felt ridiculous, childish smile and feverish flush taking over your whole face, and he was so close.

You felt like you were just about to close the distance, wrap your arm around his waist and squeeze enough for your hips to meld together when something in the tone shifted, your stomach dropped and the hairs on the back fo your neck stood up perfectly straight.

You looked around, watching a peculiar looking man wander down into an alley, and then you caught it, a glimpse of Ranrok standing, and he looked rather angry. Sebastian’s arm dropped from you immediately, the two of you seeking cover to eavesdrop, and this time, it was you who stood in front, and Sebastian’s heart fluttered at your innate need to protect him.

Your heart constricted, Sebastian’s confusion over the situation palpable behind you. Ranrok had sent the trolls to Hogsmeade in an attempt to get to you, underestimating your abilities by far. Sebastian felt even more intrigued by you than before, his eyes watching the side of your face closely as he tried to gauge your reaction.

You made brief eye contact with Ranrok, and you were so startled by the look in his eyes that you immediately grabbed Sebastian by the sleeve of his robe, only bothering to whisper a hurried “We should go,” before tugging him away and into the more populated street.

“Did they see us?” Sebastian questsioned worriedly, eyes scanning all around the street, your fingers dropping from his robe as you tried to hasten your pace, deciding it would be best for the two of you to hide out in the Three Broomsticks. “What was that goblin doing with Victor Rookwood?”

You mumbled something about a goblin named Ranrok and a rebellion, but Sebastian was barely paying enough attention to not stumble over his own feet, let alone try and decipher your ramblings.

“Ranrok?” Sebastian’s face quickly dropped, turning into one of harsh realization, “You mean the goblin from the Daily Prophet? I knew I’d recognized him from somewhere, I--” and his face managed to get even stonier. He lightly grasped your arm, trying to guide you to walk in front of him as he watched Rookwood emerge from the alley, searching the streets. “Quickly,” Sebastian muttered in your ear, glancing behind him and all he could think of was keeping you safe.

Sebastian practically busted open the doors of the Three Broomsticks, the attention of all the patrons turning quickly to the two of you. A goblin passed you on the way in, but you were so focused on trying to be inconspicuous you barely thought anything of it. Sebastian’s hand was still resting on your upper arm, bringing you to a seat. His arm only dropped when he went to pull out your stool for you, and you found yourself wanting him to put it back, to comfort you with his touch again.

You almost wished you’d find yourself in more danger when he was around if this was what it led to--his warmth lingering and his smell clouding your senses and better judgment. His hand reached up to his hair now, tangling in it as he glanced from you to the barkeeper to the door in rapid succession, repeatedly.

Sebastian relaxed quickly after Sirona started talking though, making brief introductions and offering the first two butterbeers on the house. You took a sip quickly, your eyes peeking just enough over the rim to stay alert. “I heard about the attack,” Sirona began, and the cockiest of grins creeped onto Sebastian’s face. “I’m glad to see you two escaped injury.”

“Thanks to this one,” Sebastian laid his heavy eyes on you, and you nearly rolled your eyes at just how smitten he looked, huge smile adorning his face. “Single-handedly took down a troll!” he praised, raising his mug high in celebration.

Sirona shared a knowing smile with Sebastian, as if she could read him like a book, “Is that right? Well done.” After brief conversation, she left the bar to attend to other guests, allowing you time to break open your chocolate frogs and pop them in your mouth.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sebastian teased, noting your glare at him just a few seconds prior.

You shook your head, trying to finish your chocolate frog quickly so you could answer him. “Must you embarrass me with your praise everywhere we go?”

He hummed, “I’m the type to brag about my closest friends. I can’t help it.”

Just as you were raising the mug to your lips, nearly finishing off your first cup of butterbeer, the large doors creaked open to reveal Rookwood and Harlow, a much stubbier sidekick. Sebastian sat up straighter in his seat, looking you in the eye as you both hoped that the pair wouldn’t notice you. Sirona quickly walked over, asking them to leave.

As the tension in the room escalated, Sebastian’s face leaned ever closer to yours, looking you sternly with his eyes cloudy, filled with danger. You could hear Rookwood’s sneer in his voice, “Come now, no need for theatrics.” You looked to Sebastian as he watched Rookwood in the corner of his eye. “I’m only here for this one, anyway.”

You squeezed your eyes shut if only for a second, turning around and stepping off your stool, Sebastian quickly following you, standing as close to you as possible. If you’d ever glanced down, you’d see his hands in fists hovering over his pocket, his legs planted in the ground, like he was ready for a fight. “My friend is enjoying a well-earned butterbeer.”

“I only want a quick word,” and he tries to prowl towards you, head closer to you than his feet. Every patron stands up and draws their wand, and Sebastian, rather than tugging you behind him like he did in the past, steadies himself by your side and draws his wand quicker than anyone else in the entire tavern.

Your eyes leave Rookwood’s if only for a second, glancing at the side of Sebastian’s face, his jaw hardened and eyes stone cold. Rookwood backs away, still threatening Sirona as he takes slow footsteps backwards. Just as he turned, about to open the door, his eyes glanced back at you and Sebastian. He smirked, “Can’t drink butterbeers forever.”

When he left, you decided to return to your seat, grabbing your mug and finally taking your last swig. Sebastian grabbed his stool, pulling it slightly closer to yours before settling down, also finishing off his butterbeer. “You’ll be telling me about this later,” he stated matter-of-factly, and all you could do was let out a chuckle, silently agreeing.

You ordered three more rounds, your stomachs nearly caving in on themselves from the sheer amount of butterbeers the two of you drank. You talked about anything and everything--classes, Sebastian’s plan to duel as a team, his previous adventures with Anne and Ominis--you were chatting, snacking on chocolate frogs, and sipping your complimentary drinks until well after the sun went down.

As time passed in the Three Broomsticks, the two of you kept unknowingly scooting your stools closer together, upper arms pressed against one another, necks sore from constantly looking to the side. Even as the patrons came and went, the one consistent sound was the laughter of you and Sebastian, childish and playful.

Your fingers brushed, eyes barely leaving each other’s faces, and it felt like no time had passed at all. Only when you heard brief whispers about a curfew did you glance out the window to see how late it’d gotten. You almost didn’t want to leave the safety of the Three Broomsticks, remembering Rookwood’s threat that seemed to imply he’d be waiting for you as soon as you left.

When you got out of your seat and headed for the doors, Sebastian’s hand brushed over the small of your back so briefly you weren’t sure if you’d imagined it, but you saw his hand fall back to his side out of the corner of your eye. After you reached the crisp night air of Hogsmeade, looking at the twinkling lights that hung over the streets and the stars they were reminscient of, you never got that gut feeling you knew so well.

You walked down the street, returning to Hogwarts with Sebastian in comfortable silence. As you glanced down the street, you saw one Theophilus Harlow slumped over, sitting against a wall on the ground, fast asleep. Sebastian’s eyes followed yours, and he had to stop himself from letting out a chuckle at the sight. As you passed the bridge to Hogsmeade, far enough that you were sure you were safe, Sebastian leaned over to you again. “Maybe we can drink butterbeers forever.”

Your smile was bright enough, Sebastian noted, to compete with the moon. He felt rewarded by your happiness, and worked hard to contain the joy that felt like it was pouring out of him. “Maybe not forever,” you remarked, “but we can drink butterbeers together long enough to put the whole world to sleep.”

He silently agreed, but still felt the need to counter anyways, just to continue the game that he felt you’d both already lost. “The volume of our laughter might just be enough to wake the whole world up.”

You shook your head, finally ready for a response off the cuff, having learned from the best. “I’m sure the world has grown used to it by now.”

And finally, you decided to be the one to push instead of him, never growing impatient of the game but rather reveling in it. Your hand reached for his forearm, grasping around his bicep and holding it lightly. His eyes caught yours, his lips curled into a smirk, and you felt you could push further.

Your hand snaked down, gliding along his silky robes, and both of your hearts beat faster, in tandem with one another. Sebastian felt dizzied by your touch, all alarms sounding off in his mind, knowing that you were about to win this game you’d been playing. Your hand grasped his, fingers that had been chilled from the night air finding solace in one another. Your thumb rubbed circles on the back of his hand, toeing the line between harmless flirting and something more.

Sebastian’s hand squeezed yours, and you resisted the urge to hold your breath, only looking up at him through your eyelashes, lips curved only slightly into the smallest of smiles. The two of you continued the rest of the way to your common room in a comfortable and warm silence, pathway illuminated by the moon and the stars.

#hogwarts legacy #Harry Potter #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfic #harry potter hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x gn!reader #welcome to hogsmeade

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lighterfluid1 · 2 years ago

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Drunk fuck with Bakugo ( 18+ )

☆ PRO!HERO TOP!BAKUGO X GN/MALE!READER (fem ver here) ☆

☆ !! WARNINGS ; !!

ー Mentions of alcohol, male genitals, they/them pronouns, drunk sex, lots of degration, aggressive sex, anal, overstimulation, some dirty talk, edging, bottom & top receiving, half clothed sex, etc.

☆☆☆

Getting back home from your hero work you stripped off your costume exhaustedly, flopping down on your sofa to check your phone. You we're surprised to see so many notificationsーbut when you checked them you nearly jumped out of your skin. The party...is today?! You thought to yourself. Mina had messaged you nearly a thousand times reminding you about it. Quickly you bolted off the couch and into your washroom. You had to shower, get ready, and leave as quick as you could. You barely had any time even now since your hero work takes up a big chunk of your day. After hoping out of the shower and drying your hair you had to pick an appropriate outfit. You didn't want to wear anything too formal but at the same time you didn't want anything too lazy...Who the fuck cares. Grabbing the most decent clothes you could find, you rushed out the door letting Mina know you we're on your way. Checking the time you let out a sigh of relief. You had just enough time to drive over.

"Ohーthere they are! Hey!" Mina called, waving to you as you walked over to the bar counter.

"What took you so long?!" Denki asked over the blaring music. You weren't surprised he was willing to come.

"No big deal! Bakugo hasn't even gotten here yet," Kirishima says. It had been a while since you'd seen him with his hair down.

"Really? That's a shocker..."

"Yeahーit is! Where is that blonde jerk?!" Mina shouts, scrolling through her phone franticly. You weren't the only one being spam called I guess. But just as Mina said thatーa voice called angrily from behind you.

"What'd you call me, bug eyes?!" Katsuki shouted. You and the rest of your friends jerked around at the sound of his voice, faces lighting up with excitement.

"Huh?"

"Surprise!!! Are you surprised?!" Mina shouted excitedly leaning over the table. "We decided it would be fun to celebrate your birthday with a few drinks! What'dya think?!"

"Ugh...why do you have to be so not stupid?!" Denki whined, flopping his arms over the table with a sigh.

"SHUT UP MORON!"

"Wellーat least you showed up!" Kirishima added positively. At this point you we're just waiting for someone to order the drinks.

"Is someone gonna order the drinks or what..." you huffed.

"IS THAT THE ONLY REASON YOU CAME?!" Mina yelled in shock.

"Of course not!" You bit back.

"What're you lookin' at," he spatーtrying to ignore his flushed face.

"Says you." As you and Katsuki also began to leave, that's when you finally made a move. As you watched him turn around the corner to check something your heart began to race as you reached out for him. Maybe it was because you we're drunkーbut the heat deep in your body was killing you. Quickly you pulled Katsuki's shirt making his face fall to your level, as you linked your lips with his. He was shocked at first, hesitating as you held him there but quicklyーhe melted into your kiss. The cold air of the night blew through you both making the moment that much more pleasurable...yet the hot feeling in your stomach never went away. The small yet sensual kiss you left on his lips soon turned into a heated make-out as the Blondie took control. He grabbed your jaw lifting your head as he pushed you against the concrete exterior of the club. Small uncontrolable grunts and breaths left your mouth as the two of you made out, vibrating down his throat. His hands slowly made their way to your waist and under your shirt as his leg shifted perfectly in between your legs. Your body flinched with suprise as a wave of pleasure spread throughout youーmaking your face turn a deep pink shade. That's when you realized the bulge in your pants rubbing on his thigh, but you weren't the only one. Katsuki's tight pants made his boner impossible to miss. Suddenly a warm sensation made it's way to your chest snapping you out of your drunken state. His hands caressed your nipplesーpinching and pulling as he kissed and bit your neck. You moaned and groaned in response to the mixed sensations, making the bulge in your pants twitch. This was very unlike him.

Once you both arrived he practically dragged you inside. Katsuki had always been richーbut him being one of the top ten pro hero'sーmade him even richer. He practically owned a literal mansion. When you entered the sound of jackets hitting the ground radiated throughout his home mixed with hitched breathing. As he pinned you againt the door kissing and biting at your soft skin, you slowly unbuttoned his white dress shirt. Before long he had you hanging onto his shoulder as he lead you to his bedroom. Everything was pristine and clean, the sheets of his bed feeling like pure silk as he threw you down. Ripping off your pants and your boxers he lifted your legs placing them on his shoulders as he salivated your hole. Your legs shook and trembled under his tongue wanting to escape although the world spun around you as you laid arching your back from the pleasure.

"NghーKatsukiー!" You moaned, covering your flushed face with your shirt. Out of nowhere you felt two fingers enter you, causing you to gasp and flinch.

"Relax, slut. You got yourself into this mess," he spat. His words just turned you on that much more, your cock aching with need. You just wanted him inside of you.

"Just...put it in..." you replied, voice trembling out of embarrassment. You spread your legs for him still covering your face shyly shocking him. You we're so needy yet so hesitant.

"Impatient are we? Just makes me wanna tease you more, fuckin' whore," he chuckled. He threw his undone dress shirt to the floor as he unzipped his pants, rubbing his dick along your leaking hole. "What's the magic word, huh?" Licking your thigh, he makes direct eye contact with you startling you with a small bite. Your body shivered as you watched him tease youーhesitating and stuttering on your words.

"Pleーplease...?"

"Good slut," he bit, smirking cunningly. Finally he lined himself up and shoved his cock all the way inside of youーalmost immediately hitting all of your good spots. You cried out with pleasure as he began to thrust into you, pulling one of your legs above his head as the other laid on the bed. With each thrust you felt your ears ring...your climax already approaching. You couldn't even believe this was happeningーyou were fucking your best friend. He quickly sped up after realizing how your insides pulsed and twitched for him. Then, you moaned and gasped for air as you came all over your stomach. Noticing you finished already, he let out a small snicker throwing you over onto your stomach grabbing and spreading your ass.

"Wait I just finishedー!" You cried as he put himself back inside of you. Before you could finish, you practically melted on his cockーeyes shooting back into your head.

"We ain't fuckin' done here. You want me to stop then start beggin'." Every time you though he couldn't go faster, he did. His thrusts were hard, completely raddling your brain as he grabbed your wrists holding them behind your back. "Ass up," he ordered. You could barely hear him over your moans and gasps yet you still did what you were told.

"Nghー! StopーI'm gunnー!" Suddenly, you felt Katsuki put his thumb over your tip stopping you from your climax.

"What, y'like it that much that you cum twice in a row? I don't fuckin' think so," Katsuki snickers, edging you painfully.

"Noーmmphh! Please!" As you begged and begged him to let go, his thrusts slowed, releasing his hot seed deep inside of you as you came onto the sheets. Not wanting to stop, he kept thrusting making your legs tremble and collapse below you as you dick twitched from the overstimulation. When he was finally finishedーhe pulled your body up twisting and pulling your pebbled nipples as he bit down into the crevice of your neck. You winced in pain and pleasure as he threw you down onto your back kissing your chest moving further and further down. Once he reached your still twitching dick, he licked and sucked until you were screaming for him. "Katsuki!ーngh...please...I can'tー!" But it just turned him on more. As you gripped and tugged his hair you came down his throat the both of you making eye contact. He smirked, purposely swallowing every last drop as your face burned a dark pink. Before you could respond he shifted to the end of the bed spreading his legs.

"Your turn~," he teased, snapping and pointing at his boner. You blushed just at the thought of you giving him headーbut it was fair...Holding your shirt tightly you crawled over to him and off the bed crouching down onto your knees. Holding your mouth open, he explored the inside with his thumb before leading your lips to his pink tipーthe precum leaking onto your mouth. You held the base nervously but instead of being gentle he grabbed at your hair forcing your head down, gagging you. As you choked and drooled he thrusted his dick up and down your throat, breathing hitching. "Fuck..." The sound of him moaning quietly, grunting under his breath as he thrusted into your mouth turned you on to the point it was unbearable. You quietly jerked off as you sucked him messily, swirling your tounge around his tip as pleasurably as possible. Small moans escaped you as you stroked yourselfーcausing his dick to somehow expand inside your mouth. The vibrations made his climax come that much faster as he finally released into your mouth. You coughed and choked as you swallowed it down, it practically dripping from your mouth. What a pretty sight it was for Katsuki as he lifted you onto his lap, helping you finish yourself off.

☆☆☆

!! All characters are over 18 !!

ty 4 reading ♡ reblogs n' stuff are appreciated

ー miles/smiles

ー the fucking weekend >>>>

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1heavy-heart · 2 years ago

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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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thiefoflight68 · 2 years ago

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The Scene - Part Two

Bakugou/Eijiro/Fem!Reader

☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎

The Drop - Part One

DNI 18+ Language, mature BDSM themes. Consensual control/beating/restraint. Dom/Sub relationship.

You know me, I love my edgy fluff!!

This does have an active BDSM scene, if you have issues with any of the above don't read.

Emerging from the train station, you see the cafe where you'd agreed to meet Eijiro and Katsuki for lunch. Your stomach dances as butterflies blow through your entire body. You haven't seen Katsuki since the conference last week, although he's been texting and calling every day. Still, your heart pounds every step that takes you closer to seeing him again.

On top of your jangled nerves is the excitement of seeing Eijiro, you smile instinctively. He's been texting you every day too since the conference, just friends now, but he's always been your rock and you miss him. You laugh, thinking how these two men are completely different in so many ways. Your thoughts go further, a small coil of desire unfurling, you wonder how else they might be different? You see the cafe and walk into the restaurant. You'd taken the early train so you figure you can grab a table and wait. Your phone buzzes in your purse, pulling it out, you read the text.

(Katsuki) You look nice today.

Jerking up, you look around at the tables, no spiky blonde. Spinning you collide into a solid body, arms coming up around you.

"Hey Princess," a deep voice chuckles, holding you tight.

"Oh," you gasp as your hands land on Katsuki's chest, you push back but his arms stay firm around you.

"Good to see you," his soft red eyes wander over your face. "You look a lot better."

Blushing, you smile, "thank you, I feel much better." His large hands stroke your back, you push again. "Um, should we get a table?"

"I have one outside already," reluctantly letting you go, Katsuki holds the door open for you, going outside into the sunshine. Grabbing your hand he leads you to a table in a shady corner of the patio. "I ordered you some sweetened iced tea." He pulls out your chair as the server sets down your drinks. "You can get something else if you want."

"No, this perfect, thank you," you drink down the icy drink cooling yourself, the morning was warmer than you'd expected.

"Why not take off your sweater?" Katsuki reaches over, his finger slipping into your sleeve, he rubs your skin gently. A rush of chills race up to your neck, you shiver in spite of the heat.

"(Y/n)!"

Turning you see him, Eijiro, making his way towards the table. Forgetting everything, you squeal in happiness and jump from your chair, leaping into his arms. "Sir - damn, Eijiro," you fall back laughing. "I'll get it right someday, I promise." You grin wide looking up into his rugged face. Cupping your chin, he kisses your cheek.

"You look amazing." His eyes wander over your summer outfit. "Perfect style for you." Blushing again, you clasp his hand.

"We have a table," you tug him as you turn back to where Katsuki sits, your smile fading slightly at the dark look on his face. Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself. You've done nothing wrong but, you glance down at Eijiro's big hand laced in your own. Squeezing him gently, you let go and sit down. Picking up your iced tea, you take another drink, casually looking over at Katsuki. He's glaring at Eijiro, swirling the ice in his coffee.

"Hey Katsuki," Eijrio pounds his friend on the back. "Haven't seen you since you left, damn you look good." Laying his hand on his shoulder he winks, "looks like you've been hitting the gym."

"No more than usual," Katsuki tries to keep his voice neutral but anger splits through his brain. He knows you two were together as Dom and Sub and breaking old patterns is difficult. He clenches his jaw, but fuck, it was still damn hard to watch your excitement at seeing the red-head and the intimacy you clearly shared.

Sitting down, Eijiro smiles at you both, "so, you've met! This is great. I'd been wanting to introduce the two of you for a while."

"We have," you blush again, the warmth of the day not helping your slightly nervous state.

"I'm really glad, I think you two could work well together," sipping his water, he glances at his friend. Kiri chooses his next words intentionally, "at least until you meet your permanent 24/7."

"What do you mean meet her 24/7?" Katsuki stops, his drink midway to his mouth, he cocks a brow at his friend.

Reaching out, Eijiro squeezes your hand, smiling at you. "We've discussed it, I really think (y/n) is ready to go full-time." He laughs at the blush that reddens your cheeks, "But I think it may take a while for her to find the right person." Pulling your hand to his mouth he kisses your knuckles. "Maybe you two could work together a little bit until then," he shrugs casually.

"Work together? A little bit?" You stare at Eijiro, "what do you mean?" You're hyper-aware of him kissing your hand.

"I'm not sure you need anything like we had," he winks. "You need to focus more on looking for a full-time Dom." Finally looking at Katsuki, he met his burning red gaze with his own stony expression. "Maybe you could set up some scenes with (y/n), easy stuff, nothing much," his voice cool.

"Nothing much?" your face falls, you can see he's serious. A flicker sparks in your belly, a welling of anger rising quickly. Biting your tongue, you stare at the table. What the hell? It'd been his idea to introduce you to Katsuki, why is he backpedaling now?

Shaking his ice, Katsuki grunts, a soft laugh escaping. "Some scenes? You really think she's ready for me?" His tone is sarcastic, he leans back and crosses his arms. Shitty Hair was obviously regretting letting you go, flicking his hungry gaze on you, Katsuki smiles. He's pretty fucking stupid as far as he was concerned. It was done though, the collar was off and he was going to make damn sure you became his, he just needed to get Red to back down.

"I think so" Eijiro nodded, "something light, you should probably start off with easy scenes, no sex, you know?"

Katsuki bit back a smile at the hopeful look on his face.

"Eijiro," you wait until his eyes settle back on you. "I appreciate you helping me out," you take a deep breath pulling your hand out of his grip. Looking over at Bakugou, your stomach lurches. All you heard was the word sex, "if we decide to work together, then we'll have to figure all that out between us." A wide grin splits Katsuki's face as he nods at you approvingly, your heart skips a beat as a sweet tingling spreads through your body.

"Speaking of scenes," the blonde rubs your arm gently. "I'm doing a beginner event next weekend at my club, would you be interested?"

"That's a great idea man, let her see how you work with a sub!" Eijiro smiles at you conspiratorially, "he's different than I am-"

"Shut up Kiri," Katsuki snaps, glaring at his friend. Red eyebrows shoot up.

"What did I say?"

Clicking his tongue, Katsuki looks back at you, "I'm not asking for you to watch. Would you like to work with me? Be my sub for the event?"

The tingling flowing through your body shoots like a jolt straight to your clit, startling you. It was the same reaction you had when you'd seen that woman on stage, you blink as your thighs tremble.

"Fuck, Katsuki, she's not doing a public scene, that's not her thing," Eijiro grumbles.

Ignoring the red-head, Katsuki keeps his burning gaze on you. "Have you ever wanted to try a public scene, (y/n)?"

"No," Eijiro's voice is stern, "I told you she only likes private play."

You watch as Katsuki's jaw flexes several times before he pushes back his chair and stands, moving behind you. He bends down near your ear. "Will you excuse us for a moment Princess?"

His voice is soft like a caress but it rips through your body like a cannon shot blasting through every nerve. "Of course," you manage to nod and smile, trying to ignore the trembling spreading out from your thighs now to your stomach. You grab your iced tea and suck down a huge swallow.

"Eijiro?" Katsuki walks away, clearly expecting him to follow.

You watch as Kiri stands slowly.

"You okay baby girl?" You nod, looking away. Clearing his throat he follows Bakugou to a secluded area along the back end of the patio.

Turning his back to you, Katsuki crosses his arms and steps in front of his friend. "Stop it."

Taking a step back, Kiri stares at him for a moment. "She won't do a scene."

"That's not your decision, nothing is anymore, including her finding a full-time Dom."

Letting out a long sigh, Eijiro puts his hand on Katsuki's shoulder, "I've known her a long time, Bakugou. Remember, I was her first Dom, I know what she needs."

"You're not her Dom anymore," Katsuki knocks his hand away. "She's independent, let her think for herself or she won't break from you."

"What?" Eijiro rubs his neck and glances away from his intense glare, "we ended it last week, you know that."

"Yeah?" Katsuki cocjs a brow, "how many times have you texted her since then?"

Rolling his eyes, Eijiro shrugs. "A few times, nothing much."

"Let me see your phone."

Grabbing his pocket, he frowns,"fuck that."

"She won't be able to fucking separate, you know that better than anyone. You broke it off clean last week, what the hell happened?"

"Nothing."

"You're a shitty liar, Red."

Taking a deep breath, Eijiro thins his lips. He can't admit it, not to Bakugou, but fuck, when you'd come back from the conference all you'd talked about was Katsuki. He never thought he was the jealous type, until now. "So, I texted her? Big deal, we talk all the time, we're friends."

Clicking his tongue, Katsuki peers back over his shoulder at you. You were staring at them pretending to be drinking. Turning back to his friend, he growls at him. "Just cool it Eijiro, if you want her to work with me, you gotta back off."

"I can still be in her life Bakugou," Kiri bit out, he's worried about you. He'd originally figured a few scenes between the two of you would be fun, but he could tell his friend was more interested than he'd expected. He didn't want you to get hurt. "And I'm serious, she really is ready for full-time, don't go too deep or it'll really mess her up."

"I'll fucking worry about that," spinning Katsuki was fuming as he walked back to the table.

Watching over your glass, you could see Eijiro's face but they were too far away to tell what they were talking about, then Katsuki turned, you could see he was angry. Holding your breath, you sip your tea, what the hell was going on? They sat back down, neither talking.

You eye them both as you pull a menu from the stand. "So, everything worked out?"

"Yep, all worked out," Eijiro stares at you, a knowing look fills his red eyes. "So, (y/n) are you ready to do a public scene with him?" He tips his head towards Katsuki.

"I - uh," panic grips your brain.

"See," Kiri leans back, smirking, "I told you."

A warm hand engulfs your own, the same one that had held you last week, this time you notice the scarred skin. You look up into those crimson eyes, your head is whirling.

Leaning towards you, Katsuki's voice is quiet. "Are you scared or just excited? It's hard sometimes to pull those two feelings apart."

"Um," you're pretty sure it's fear but you wonder. "I'm not sure," you admit. "Is-is this something you want me to do?" You're desperate to hear him say yes, to give you no choice but to surrender to his will.

Leaning back, Katsuki shakes his head, "it's not what I want Princess, it's what you want. No one at this table is telling you what to do." He flicks a quick glance at Eijiro, who nods begrudgingly.

You're rattled by his words, he's making you decide. Can you make the choice? Your brain screams, you aren't sure. In your mind you can see the woman from so long ago, stripped almost naked, tied with her arms over her head, all eyes on her. Somewhere in a hidden corner of your heart you want to be her, to have this man over you, touching you, whispering praises. The idea is so intense you have to squeeze your thighs tight together against the piercing desire flooding your body. "Of course, it should be my decision," your calm tone belies the storm raging in your mind. You smile slightly, "I was just wondering what you thought." But his face is impassive, you can't tell what he's thinking.

"He's a rigger," Eijiro snaps at you.

You turn to stare at him for a moment trying to understand what he's saying. "What's a rigger?" You look between the two, you hear Katsuki grunt.

"I tie ropes around people," he watches you closely, "it's called kinbaku or shibari, an ancient Japanese art."

"Oh."

"Can I take your order?" You've never been more happy to be interrupted by a server in your life. Suddenly everyone is focusing on the menus.

"What are you going to have (y/n)?" Katsuki leans forward pulling your gaze back towards him.

"She'll have the cobb salad." Eijiro replies to the waiter, taking over, "stirred, no dressing." He turns the menu over, "I might have a sandwich."

Setting down your menu, you nod blankly, stopping at the soft clicking noise coming from the blonde. He taps his menu on the table, "is that what you want, Princess?"

Looking up at sweet Eijiro, you feel the comfort of your time together, you know he'll forever be in your heart. He smiles at you, one that would've left you in a puddle of happiness just a week earlier. Your hand moves to your throat, which is bare now, no collar. That was his choice. The reality that had stung so painfully, is now beginning to fade. You glance back at Bakugou, the look in his eyes is clearly giving you an open invitation into his world. A slow smile spreads across your face as you realize that's what you want, it's so clear to you. To step into his arms and let him show you what he has to offer. "Actually," you stop the server, "I think I'll have a hamburger with ice cream, please." You boldly stare back at Bakugou, waiting to see his response. The look of tenderness that unleashes from his glowing red eyes is overwhelming, your breath releases from your lungs in a single gasp.

"When did you start eating burgers?" Eijiro looks up from the menu.

That earns you a wink, a deep aching pulses through you, settling at your clit. You pause, catch your breath and shrug, "I had one recently and forgot how good they are."

"Sounds great, I'll have one too." Katsuki nods to the waiter, putting his menu back into the slot.

"That makes three of us then," Eijiro tosses his menu on the table.

After the server leaves, you study the blonde shyly while playing with your silverware. Leaning back, thick legs crossed, he's watching you closely. All you want to know is what he would do to you on that stage. Terror and excitement fuse together. You close your eyes and shift in your chair, trying to calm yourself down. You've never regretted a single moment since that night you met Eijiro, taking a deep breath, you smile as you make your decision, "I have some questions about the event."

"Ask away," Katsuki tips his head, "anything you want to know Princess."

Katsuki picked you up at your apartment to drive you to the club. You couldn't sit still, playing with your phone, then the seatbelt, finally you start to mess with the a/c. His large hand stills you. "It's gonna be okay, I promise."

"And if it's not okay?" Your default is worry and tonight you are thinking of everything that could definitely go wrong.

"What are you afraid of?" A bark of laughter escapes your mouth. He peers at you. "What does that mean?" His voice slightly gruff.

"Everything! Everything is gonna go wrong," you hug yourself.

"Did you stretch out your muscles, eat light and hydrate?"

"I did."

"Were you able to read the articles I sent to you?"

You nod, "mmm hmm."

"What are you afraid of then? If you're prepared, you'll be fine." He pats your knee and smiles cockily, "besides you have me, and I'm the best."

"You are?" Your voice is small.

"I sure the fuck am," he boasts, "tell me what's got you worried?"

"Well," you lean your head back looking up. "It might hurt, people will be looking at me, you'll do other stuff to me and I'll be tied up." You start dumping out all your fears. "What if I mess up or even worse," your voice drops to a hoarse whisper. "What if I pee or something because I'm freaking scared out of my mind!" Your body begins to shake.

"First, all of that can happen."

Slapping your forehead, you sink into the car seat. "Not much of a pep talker are you Katsuki?"

"I don't lie (y/n), this isn't fucking easy," he turns the car into a large lot that surrounds a big black building. Parking the car he turns in his seat, his hand stroking your cheek. "You need to let go and trust me Princess."

You look into those amazing eyes, you can feel your heart speed up, your arguments die on your lips, "I'll try," you croak out.

"If you do, I know you'll want to do this again."

Nodding slowly, you cast a worried look his way, "someone really peed on stage?"

He chuckles softly, "there's no judgment in this world (y/n). But the scene tonight is going to be shorter than usual, so I'll be doing most of my rope tying off stage, just the two of us, with access to a bathroom," he smiles. "Then we'll go on stage, but only for about ten minutes, twenty max, depending on how you're doing." You nod again, eyes owl wide. "Everything is about you tonight Princess, I won't do one thing that doesn't involve you once we start."

"What if you have to go to the bathroom?" You quip sarcastically.

"Then I guess I'll pee my pants." You cast him a long look to see if he's joking, but his face is set, his eyes not wavering. You swallow hard.

"Okay," you take a deep breath, "let's go in."

Sitting in a personal room, you wait on the couch fidgeting with a water bottle. You decided to stop drinking, but you cling to it anyway. The door opens and you lurch to your feet, Katsuki steps through rolling a bag behind him.

"Okay, we're set, we just need to go over a few things and then we can start."

"Oh shit," you breathe out, "I have to pee."

"That's what I love about you Princess." Laughing he points to a door in the corner, "this room has its own bathroom."

You dash inside and close the door. Coming back out, your heart is pounding so hard, you think you might be close to having an anxiety attack. Moving slowly you eye the large bag. "What's that?"

"My stuff, didn't Eijiro have a travel bag?"

You shrug, "we didn't do much away, just his place and he doesn't use too much equipment." You sit down blushing, "mainly his hands, spanking stuff like that." Sliding on the couch, Katsuki closes the gap between you, leaning into your body.

"Did you fill out the checklist for me?"

"Yeah," you hand him the sheet you'd tucked in your pocket. Unfolding the paper he reads it slowly.

"This is good," he nods, "did you do this by yourself?" He stares at you expecting the truth.

"I did."

Scanning the paper he begins to read. "Thighs, butt, arms, calves, breasts and back are all okay for touch and impact play."

"Yes," your heart is beating even wilder thinking about what he would do to you in all of those places. "When do we go on?" Your tongue is thick in your mouth but you don't dare drink water now.

"We have time, I requested the first slot, so the audience will be lighter than usual as most everyone shows up late. That door there," he points to a dark green door on the opposite side of the room, "is the stage. Once I have you mostly tied up, we'll go straight out. I'll finish the remaining ties on stage and complete the scene. After we're done, I'll take you to another room, untie you and we'll relax together."

"Fuck," it just slips out. His arm loops over your shoulder.

"Let's finish this before you pass out." He smiles as you choke out a laugh, elbowing him. He grunts playfully, touching your cheek, his eyes soft. "It's gonna be good (y/n). If not," he looks down for a moment.

"If not, you owe me a week's vacation at that fancy spa up north," you chide him jokingly.

"Deal."

"What?"

"If you don't like what happens today, I promise I will take you on a week's vacation to an amazing spa. "He lowers his head against your ear brushing it lightly with his finger, "just the two of us." The heat of his breath mixes with the fear coursing through your body, you inhale sharply.

Picking the list back up, he continues to read. "Hard limit is being naked in front of the crowd, no punctures or knife play and no intercourse on stage," he turns the paper over, "is that it?"

"Um, that seemed like a lot."

"Not really, pretty standard. What about my quirk?" He pops a spark off from his hand.

You freeze watching his hand light up, you always had a thing for fire. "Explosion play is acceptable," you whisper. He grunts softly. Turning, you look up into his face, "what about you?"

"Me?"

"What are your hard limits?"

A grin splits his face, he smooths your hair back, "do you know, you are the first sub to ever ask that question?"

"Is that good?"

"I think so," he kisses your cheek leaving his face so close, you can feel the stubble on his chin. "I agree, no puncturing, no knife play or sex on stage, sensual touching at the most. I won't hit your face and I don't do breath control, not my style."

"Oh, good," you swallow again, "I should put those on my list too."

"Since this is your first time with ropes, I won't hang you or secure any of your limbs together."

"Hang me?"

"Suspension work, that can come later."

"Later?" You squeak back, suddenly you burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." You cover your mouth, trying to see his eyes but he's so close you can only see his full lips, anticipation begins pooling in your groin, you can already feel the aching tension building up behind your clit.

"It does sound strange but if you like tonight-"

"If I don't, I get a week at the spa," you interrupt him, hugging your knees trying to create distance so you can breathe.

"Right," pulling you back into him, his mouth brushes your cheek lightly. His warmth is dazzling. "If you do, and I hope you will, it really opens up so much that we can do together."

Your heart flutters at the thought of spending more time with him, you feel silly. He probably has a hundred subs lined up to work with him, but the way Katsuki is looking at you, you feel like you're the only one. You smile slyly. "I'm torn, a week at the spa or," you look into his fiery eyes, a cocky grin cuts across his face.

"I know you'll like it, Princess, remember I'm the fucking best."

You laugh unconsciously, biting your lip. "Did you see my safety words?" You change the conversation, "I like the color system."

"Green, yellow, red?"

"Yeah, I've only used red a couple of times, usually when I said yellow, Eijiro would back down pretty fast." He nods, folding the paper and slides it into his pocket.

Leaning back over, he cups your chin studying your face. "Last question, (y/n). What do you want to get out of tonight?"

Blinking you pause, "what do you mean?"

"Why are you doing this?" Katsuki lays his other hand on your thigh gently rubbing.

Thinking for a moment, you can still see that scene from your first time in the club. Your body quivers every time you think of that woman. "When I met Eijiro, that night, there was a woman on stage. The man was whipping her, she was blindfolded and restrained." You lay your hand on his, shaking slightly, "the man was connected to her, I could see that, and the woman had completely given herself over to him," you tip your head. "I mean completely, to the point that he could have done anything to her, but he didn't."

"How'd you feel seeing that?" He runs his hand over your thigh.

Blushing a deep red, you peek at him, "I have a hard time... um, giving up control to anyone." You shrug, "that scene... when I think about it, I get really turned on, more than anything I've ever experienced." Blonde brows rise, you can see the approval in his eyes. Happiness wells up inside you.

"Even your sessions with Eijiro?"

Leaning back you look up, "he was different, he was more about mental dominance, spanking, some restraints, brat play, stuff like that."

"What kind of restraints?"

"Well when we were first together, he'd fallen asleep and I decided to go for a walk, just stretch my legs, but I didn't tell him I was leaving. When I got back," you laugh now at the memory. "He leashed me to his bed for an entire day as punishment, with food of course."

"That's all?"

"Oh no, he tied me up on other occasions too."

"No, I meant your punishment, he only leashed you to the bed?"

"Yes?" Hesitation lacing your voice.

A smile tugged at Katsuki's lips as he clicked his tongue. "I'm gonna tell you (y/n), I'm not soft like him, I would have exacted a much tougher punishment on you." Stroking your leg, he squeezes your muscle hard as emphasis. "As you may have guessed already, I like impact play. To see your gorgeous skin with my marks makes me." Katsuki's fingers are now trailing up your thigh, "very happy."

Shuddering in response, your stomach flips as chills spread out over your leg, you hold his hand. "How many marks?"

"Nothing more than you can handle."

"Um, okay," you look down, what would it feel like to have this hand hit you?

"But I also love watching you heal, seeing the bruises and welts fade, watching your skin glow with health, I'm torn between which is more beautiful."

"What do you use to hit with?" You think of the whips you saw that night, peering around him at the case. "Can I see what you have in there?" You point to the large travel bag. Turning he pulls it between his legs, you watch as he pauses with his hand on the zipper.

"No, I think we'll wait on that."

Fear slices through your body, "I thought we're supposed to negotiate everything?"

"We did, you told me what you are willing to allow, now it's up to me to give you what you want."

The sense of dread and sexual tension expands from your chest to your groin, your blood pounding mercilessly. "You know what I want?" Your voice registers surprise, you barely understand what you want.

"I think I do (y/n)." Picking up a small gift bag, Katsuki hands it to you.

"What's this?"

"A present, I think this will be nice for you to wear tonight, sexy but not overly exposing."

"Th-thank you, I did wear something." You look down inside your shirt.

"Take a look and you decide which one you'd rather wear, I'm happy either way."

Opening the bag, you gasp as you pull out the most exquisite lingerie set you've ever seen. The sheer bra, garter and panties were embroidered with small flowers in purples, yellows, and reds. The sheer thigh highs have a fishnet pattern barely visible. "This is so beautiful," holding it up as you look at him. "But don't women wear black leather, chains and bustiers for these things?"

"Some do," his body still so close as he touches the light fabric. "Tonight is about you, remember? You wear what you want to wear."

Clutching the gorgeous lingerie, you smile. "I like this, it's classy."

"That's what I thought when I saw it, exactly something you would wear, sexy but still leaving something to the imagination."

Laughing, you nod, "that's me."

"Why don't you go put it on and see if it fits, I'm pretty good with size, but I had to guess."

"You could've asked Eijiro."

"I could've."

"Right," you nod, "understand." Clearly Katsuki was not interested in mixing him between the two of you. After lunch the other day, it was clear that they were not on the same page. Jumping up, you head to the bathroom to change. "I'll be out in a moment."

Standing in front of the mirror, you can barely believe how well everything fits your body. You aren't sure if you're impressed or jealous that he'd sized you so well. You could tell that it was very expensive, the fabric looked fragile but it was actually quite durable. The small flowers were cleverly placed to cover your nipples. Turning around you bend over looking between your legs in the mirror. This was where you wanted to have the most coverage, in case he bent you over in front of the crowd. A tremor ripples through your body at that thought. Taking a calming breath, you reach through your legs and adjust the fabric, covering your entire pussy. You stand again, looking over your shoulder to see the high cut over your butt. He had chosen very well. "Okay, here we go," you grab the handle, opening the door. His red eyes light up as they roam over your body.

"You're so beautiful." Katsuki walks around you, running his finger along the straps, your nipples flare against the soft fabric.

"Do you feel sexy?" His eyes staring at your taut nipples.

"I - I do," you know your cheeks are flaming red.

"Good."

You notice he's changed as well. He's now wearing black dress pants, a blood red long sleeve shirt with the cuffs turned up past his wrists, a dark black vest and tie. "You look really nice too."

"Do I?" He smiles as he adjusts the tie. "I don't usually wear suits, but I figured since you're all dressed up."

You laugh reaching up, you feel the soft fabric of his vest, "thank you." He looks extremely sexy and powerful. You trace his tie with your fingers, realizing he would yield this power over you tonight. This time instead of fear, you feel a rush of excitement.

"Are you ready to start?"

"Sure," you take a deep breath, "I think we've covered everything." The excitement radiates further, you look down to hide the telltale flush on your cheeks.

"One last thing."

You look up, "what?"

"My name and yours, to get into the right headspace," he taps his finger on your forehead. "I find it helps to use different names."

"Oh, right, I called Eijiro, Sir."

"Since we've got nothing formal between us, I'll call you bunny from this point forward, since you're my rope bunny tonight." You giggle softly.

"I like that."

He cocks a brow, "what would you like to call me? I think you should choose since tonight is about you."

"Master," the name rolls off your tongue immediately, you clamp your mouth shut, blushing, not sure why you'd blurted that out.

"Master?" Red eyes flare for a moment, a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "My bunny may call me Master."

"Really?" You rush out, "I love that name, are you sure?"

"Just remember bunny, you chose the name, not me."

"Right, I did."

"Tonight, you will call me Master until I give you the command to call me by my name, understand?"

You nod, "I do."

Katsuki stares at you with those molten red eyes, he crosses his arms, clearly waiting. You look around the small room wondering what he wants. "Um, should I stand somewhere?"

Not moving, he clicks his tongue. Finally, he picks up a small leather crop. "I'll give this one to you for free, bunny, how do you address me?"

"Master?" Giant goosebumps flare painfully across your skin as your brain feels the familiar rush of endorphins at the thought of him now as your Master. Your knees go weak.

"Correct, and when I asked if you understood, what should you say?" Your eyes grow wide in understanding.

"I do, Master."

"Good bunny," he taps your thigh with the crop. "Stand at attention."

Immediately you strike the pose that you had learned from your time with Eijiro. Walking around you slowly, he moves your hands forward, pushes your chin up slightly, you can hear him mumbling as he makes minor adjustments to your body. "Perfect," he decides, stepping back, appraising you. Finally he bends down picking something up, tilting your neck, you notice several looped ropes lying on the ground. Glancing over his shoulder at you, the hand holding the crop moves suddenly. A sharp smack on your thigh stuns you, pain tingling across your skin.

"Is that how you stand at attention?"

"No Master," you turn your head, staring straight forward. Your heart slamming painfully in your chest. Now you know. He's very different from Eijiro.

As he uncoils the first rope, he moves in your line of sight, you hold your pose.

"May I touch you?"

"What?" You're confused, his brows raise as the crop lands on your thigh again. You gasp loudly. "What, Master?" You correct yourself.

"The hard limits you set earlier gave me the places I can touch you while on stage." He reaches out, running his finger over your bottom lip, "here in private, may I touch you anywhere?"

You stare at his beautiful eyes, still blazing, the deep ache for that touch is almost painful. "Anywhere?" you breathe out softly. The sting on your thigh and the click of his tongue blend together. "Anywhere? Master," you cry out, your skin feeling the fire of the crop.

His finger is still gently running over your lip, Katsuki steps close, his body heat warming your skin. "When tonight is over bunny, I'm hoping that you'll consider me as more than a friend." His face inches from yours, he gives you a soft kiss, "because I want you." Pulling back he waits for you, watching as you try to decide.

You reel from his words, "me Master?" Any fear that lingers now evaporates as desire whips through your body. "I want you too Master," you're not hesitating any more, "and you may touch me wherever you wish." Smiling that amazingly beautiful smile, he pulls your hand up to his lips for a kiss.

"I promise you bunny, you won't regret saying yes."

You want to laugh, but you bite your lip, he's still holding the leather crop and you aren't sure what he'll find appropriate. Your mind is careening wildly between complete elation from what he said and worry that you'll earn another stripe from his quick hand.

"Now stand still so I can begin tying you up." Uncoiling the rope, he tests the length. "Once I get your chest tied, we'll finish the rest on stage." Cupping your chin, he holds your gaze, "remember, tell me if something is tight or feels uncomfortable so I can make adjustments. Don't try to help me and," he smiles wickedly, "don't hold back bunny, make all the noises you want."

"Yes Master," your head starts to feel light as he begins to wrap the rope around your body. You weren't sure what you were expecting, you'd never seen rope tying. The articles he'd sent you were how to be a good rope bunny but all of the pictures just looked painful and unsatisfying. You worry that you won't be turned on by the ropes, would he still want you? Blowing out a long breath, you need to know, "Master?"

"Yes bunny?" He slides the rope around your body, his fingers gently moving along your skin, you inhale sharply as he makes his first tie, it's enticingly erotic to feel the rope pull so gently over your skin. "Nothing like the first tie, is there?" Katsuki murmurs quietly, watching you intently.

"It's... surprising." You shudder, his fingers are caressing your skin as he pulls the rope taut, his other hand gliding along the rope checking to make sure it's not twisted. He begins to pull it around and down over your shoulders. His fingers slow as he guides the rope between your breasts. Wrapping it back around, his arms hold you firmly, you can feel his hands moving behind you as he finishes his second tie.

"Second tie is nice too," his warm breath grazes your neck. His hands tug the rope tight.

This time the rope squeezes along the tender skin of your chest. You let out a deep moan as your nipples grow even harder, pushing painfully through the gauzy fabric of your bra. His fingers are now moving over his second tie. You can feel them following the rope over your shoulders, heading down to your breasts. You groan again as they get close, a flush of desire making your head swim.

"You like that?"

"I do," you admit as an almost unbearable throbbing teases your clit, the need for release becoming desperate. The sharp slap on your thigh snaps you back. "What?" You look at him. The crop lands again. "Master!" You scramble to remember your command. "I do, Master," you feel the heat on your thigh, your nerves twitch from the sting.

Staring down at your leg, he touches the growing red welt bright on your skin, warm from the rush of blood. "Do you see my mark?"

"No, Master, I can't look, if I do I'll break my pose."

"Smart bunny," he chuckles as he moves back to the rope, clipping his leather crop back to his belt. Running his fingers along the rope, he checks your skin as he moves to your breasts, he pauses at your hard nipples bursting through the bra. "You have gorgeous nipples, bunny."

"Thank you Master," you blush hoping he'll do more than look.

Grabbing another rope, he pushes your arms upwards and begins to bind your breasts, winding down and around, letting his fingers brush your hard nipples with every movement. Your groans letting him know that you are feeling every touch. "Do you like that?" Pulling the rope taut, your chest bunches up under the constraints. His eyes take in his work. "That is the most perfect pair of tied breasts I have ever seen." He smiles, letting his fingers wander over your soft mounds now spilling from the bra.

The feeling of the rope around your back, neck, and shoulders is amazing, consistent, but not painful. The tightness is almost comforting, like a bandaid that's a little too tight around a cut. But the rope around your breasts awakens something deep inside you as the throbbing ache expands from your clit to deep inside you, you move your hips desperate for pressure. "Master," you whisper. You wonder if he'll let you touch yourself.

"Yes?" He uncoils another rope, still facing you, adjusting your arms behind your back, his vest brushing firmly against your bound breasts and nipples.

You moan louder now feeling as wetness pool between your legs. The rope winds around your arms and waist, his fingers moving deftly over you, touching firmly but gently as he ties another knot. Tugging the rope he pulls your arms securely behind your back. You realize you can't touch yourself anymore, the beating pulse in your clit can't be released by anyone but him.

"Yes?" His voice is more stern.

You can't reply, the need for release gripping you so hard, you wonder if you can cum without anyone touching you. There's a sharp slap on your thigh, a quick burning stab of pain.

"I've answered you twice," Katsuki lifts your chin with his hand, he can see your pupils are dilated, dark with desire. Smiling he caresses your cheek and kisses you, letting his lips dance over your soft mouth.

You push into him, like a divining rod the kiss leaps directly to the expanding ball of pressure on your clit, your muscles contract as you push closer to orgasm. "Yes," you breath out, closing your eyes as his lips move softly across your jaw. Another sharp slap pulls a cry from your lips, as your irritated skin is jarred by another blow. "What? Master?" You try to push out the right words.

Reaching down between your legs, Katsuki feels your wetness, your legs clamp down on his hand. Another slap on your thigh as the marks begin to cross one another. You jerk your thighs open, letting him go.

"You're such a wet bunny, I think you might like my ropes," his voice is husky as his hand stays pressed on the thin fabric of your underwear.

You wait for his fingers to move and pull out the cascading ache in you. "Master please, I'm so close." His other hand moves around behind you, pulling the rope tight, your bent arms nestle snugly into your back.

"Not yet, bunny." His hand moves away, you hiss at the loss of pressure.

"Just wanna cum," you whine under your breath almost inaudibly. Another slap sends pain lacing along the skin of your hip this time. He wraps his arms around you again, holding you while you take a shaky breath.

Katsuki chuckles, he kisses you, his tongue gently tracing your lip.

The tenderness of the kiss melts you, your body going almost limp as he sucks on your lips, tongue exploring your mouth. Your mind starts to disconnect as another wave of endorphins hits your brain. The pain on your thigh feels softer now, not as intense. "Master," you chase his lips as he pulls from the kiss.

"You're an amazing bunny," he slides his hands over the intricate ropes. "Look at you," turning you to the floor to ceiling mirror, you can see your entire torso is now covered in beautiful ties and rope designs. Katsuki steps back to admire your body. "I'd like to get a picture of you." He reaches in his bag, lifting his phone.

"O-Okay."

Snapping a photo of you, he wraps his arms around you from behind, showing you the picture he's taken. "This is only for me."

You almost laugh, wrapped in his arms, tied by his ropes, he could've told you he was sending the picture to everyone in your company and you still would've said yes. The desperate need for release clutching at every thought in your head. "Master," you look up your eyes wide, begging, "please, will you touch me?"

His face transforms into a smile, fiery eyes glowing with his hunger for you. Katsuki kisses your neck inhaling your scent, he grunts. The desire to take you at that moment is overwhelming. Closing his eyes, he nips at your skin, he wants to go slow, "You asked so beautifully so I will bunny."

Relief washes over you, as your hips buck forward. "Thank you, Master."

"Not now though." Picking up a small bag, he guides you to the door, his chest pressed firmly against you, one arm swung around your hip. "It's time to go on stage."

Your head spins as you stare at the door, coming around in front of you he thumbs your cheek. "Now bunny," he thins his lips. "It's time to turn up the intensity, you've had two endorphin rushes, I've been counting, one more and you should get close to subspace."

Shuddering visibly, you crave that feeling, the complete surrender that seeps into every crevice of your being, until you're just floating. "I want-" His mouth descends, capturing you in a deep kiss, his hands moving over your body. The kiss drags you further under. You lean into his warmth. His fingers are moving deliberately, you realize he is pulling at the knots. The comforting squeeze around your body changes instantly, the ropes tighten harshly, digging into your flesh. At the same time the sting of his crop flares across your right butt cheek. Pulling from the kiss you cry out. "Please!"

"Bunny," his hand digs into your hair pulling your head back and kissing you. You're reeling from the two different sides of him at once. "How do you address me?" Another slice of pain as the crop lands again.

"Master," you whimper under his assault.

Squeezing his fist, your scalp tingles at the pressure as he pulls your hair. The desperate tightness around your breasts is painfully arousing. The crop lands again on your ass, several fast blows. Your mouth falls open, your eyes round, as the pain shoots through your body. Course chills grate your flesh, your lungs catch up to the pain and a guttural cry escapes your throat.

"That was beautiful," Katsuki kisses your neck, moving up to your ear, "only a few more seconds," he whispers encouragingly. "You're doing so good, such an amazing bunny. No one even comes close to you, stay with me and it'll all be worth it." He continues landing blows steadily on the same spot. Grabbing your face with his fingers, his gaze pierces through your haze. "Count bunny, count to five and it stops."

"One! Two! Three!" You yell as you close your eyes, saliva pools at the corners of your mouth. The pain is beyond anything you've experienced before.

"Bunny."

"Sorry Master!" You sob. "Four! Five!" Like magic, the pain stops and the ropes go slack. Chest heaving, you look up into his face, he's smiling.

"Good girl."

You laugh harshly, licking your lips. A buzzing fills your head as another wave of endorphins overtakes your mind. You stumble forward, losing control of your body, you sink into his arms. Everything is hazy, a foggy dream wraps around your brain. Looking up at him in that moment you want to cry at the intensity of emotions running through you. He is your Master, your reason for being, a prickling flush of heat spreads across your skin. You want to touch him, to run your hands through his blonde spikes but your hands won't move. "Master," you're transfixed by the loving expression on his face.

"Yes bunny?"

You try to say everything at once but nothing comes out. He tugs on his main knot, there is a feeling of pure bliss as his ropes bind you tighter, you lean your cheek into his chest, "am I really a good rope bunny?"

Chuckling he cradles you for a moment. "The best bunny I could ever want." Opening the door, he gently strokes your cheek, "it's time."

In that moment you could not be happier. Your mind is only focused on his words, which you echo, "I'm the best rope bunny." He is moving around you, setting up your body as you drift hazily in and out. Whispers of praise in your ears fill you with a bursting flood of joy. More ropes are added around your hips and waist, snaking in loops painfully across your skin, you only sigh. The torment pushes you further into the growing bliss. Everything tightens digging deep, you gasp as he leans into you, his hand rubbing your inflamed back.

"Anything especially uncomfortable?" His eyes are focused solely on you.

Trying to feel the the ropes around your body, you shake your head, "no Master."

"You ready again bunny?"

You furrow your brow trying to understand him. "For what Master?" He clicks his tongue, stroking your bound arms. The sharp slap of the crop barely registers.

"It's time, bunny, to completely surrender." The ropes tighten, searing your skin as his fingers move across the knots. Again the crop lands on your back but the pain is distant.

"Master," it's the only word you can utter. Looking sideways you see the edge of the crowd.

Katsuki pops a soft blow on your lower back. "Only me bunny, don't look there."

"Yes Master," you cast another quick glance back, your mind is fuzzy but standing in the back, you think you see him, Eijiro? You hear a fierce growl.

The crop lands again with an intensity that rips you back to him, gripping your face he forces your eyes on him. "Almost time to count bunny," lifting the crop he begins to land more blows across your back.

"Master?" You whimper, the new sensations breaking through your haze. You're almost ready to yell your safety word when his lips are near your neck again, breath tickling your ear. "Count to five bunny and give yourself to me."

A warm arm is under your cheek, you move feeling the smooth skin. Something amazingly soft is touching your entire body, slowly waking you look to see what is so luxurious, a light gray fur blanket is wrapped around your body, tickling your chin.

"Don't move," Katsuki sees your eyes opening. He pulls you tighter against his body.

Freezing you try to remember where you are, you move to adjust your body, pain radiates from your skin. "Ow!"

"I told you not to move," he scolds you gently. His hands brushing your face. "The ropes are off and I put medicine on your body but I couldn't give you anything for the pain until you woke up."

Moving your head to see him, you yelp, his face is directly in front of yours. Laughing, you almost start crying as a shuddering wave of nervousness releases through you. "You're so close," you push back but his arms hold you still.

"You don't like following orders do you?" Katsuki nips your ear, "don't move (y/n)."

"Sorry," you nod. You lay quietly in his arms. He's right, the stinging pain ebbs as you let your bodies settle into each other. His hand strokes your hair lightly. "Thank you Master." You murmur, you hear him sigh.

"You may call me Katsuki."

"Oh," your voice is laced with as much disappointment as his. "Katsuki," you whisper. Taking a deep breath you smell the light scent of candles burning. "Where are we?"

"Mmm, another private room. We can stay here as long as you need."

Glancing around you see it's a beautiful room, decorated in an older style of traditional Japanese decor. "It's beautiful," a small fountain trickles as koto music plays softly. "None of the other people will need this room?" You don't want to leave such a serene and gorgeous place.

"This is my own private space, no one will bother us here."

You blink while taking in the serene room, "your own room?" How many women have laid here with him? A burning heat flushes your cheeks, you try to turn your head to hide. His finger slips under your chin, he clicks his tongue.

"It's not like that (y/n), I'm a Pro-Hero, the highest level of discretion is needed for me. I'm not the only one with a room." He stares into your wide eyes. "Since this is my home club they offer it to me," he smiles, " it gives them a powerful draw for members."

"Oh okay," the image of other subs still lingers in your mind.

"Stop," he pinches your chin lightly. "You're dropping right now, emotions are chaotic for you. I'm a Dom, as you are a Sub. I do work with other women but," his voice trails off.

"But?" You raise your brows, you tip your head. He sucks in a big breath as he kisses your forehead.

"I'll get you some medicine." He begins to pull away. Clutching at his wide shoulders, you grimace at the pain but you need him.

"No, you can't leave," your heart hammers at your boldness but you're sure you'll fall apart without him holding you. "Stay here with me, please."

Blonde eyebrows shoot up as he laughs softly. "My amazing Princess, I'm not sure which I like more."

"Which?" You furrow your brow, "what do you mean?"

"The fiery princess in my arms now or the completely surrendered bunny earlier." He shakes his head, what was it about you that had such a powerful effect on him? "But I need to get up and get something for you. What happens when you're complaining later? You need to take something."

"Katsuki," you whine, peeking through your lashes. "I'm the one dropping, please stay here, this is so nice."

Sighing he squints at you sternly, his expression melting into a teasing smile, "you rule the drop Princess, so, I guess I'm all yours."

"Yes," you glare back playfully, "you're mine," your voice trips, "no one else's."

"Mmmm" he hums, laying his face on yours, "whatever my Princess wants, she gets."

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