#oblivious and obsessive reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

thisisxli · 13 days

Text

Crimson Kalon

.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・

Vocab:

Kalon - (n.) Beauty that is more skin-deep.

Rs: Ejiro Kirishima x Vamp!fem reader

Warnings:

slight stalking, biting,

blood, suggestive themes,

obsessive reader,

reader is kinda pervy,

slight ghosting, reader is

kind of a yandere

Summary: the reader who's a vampire in the quirk world, strangely has an obsession with a red spiky-haired man. Maybe it was in her blood to desire him for claiming the colour red or the way his antics had her heart blooming. What do you do when you take a few sips of his blood? Will it ruin your image and friendship?

Wc: 3.4k

ʚ ɞ

One-shot/drabble.

ʚ ɞ

You didn't know when it started. You didn't know how you ended up following him when school ended. Even when dorms were created, you found yourself drawn to his room. The time everyone was competing what room was best, you savored your sweet time wandering the small space. His room was rather eccentric.

Hagakure had caught you sniffing one of his belongings but that became a sworn secret between you two.

You remember seeing him for the very first time. Red was all you saw and maybe that's just what made you tingle inside, to form some kind of spark. No mortal made you feel this way, not unless you were drinking their blood of course. You swear you're not a bad guy but then again, it doesn't hurt to drink from somebody time to time. That's also what has you drawn, because he was so so nice.

"Heyy- (Y/N), right?"

Usually, nobody goes up to you first which was odd to you when he first spoke. It was like your name rolled off his tongue like a song was being sung and you loved every single part of it. Maybe it was your vampirism that was causing all this.

or maybe just the way his skin glistens when he's sweaty, rock hard abs flexing when he stretches.

You fawned over the boy every chance you got to your friends and honestly, they were kind of sick of it but you didn't care. Sometimes you've wondered

what did his blood taste like? Dark and metallic? Or thick as his ego? Oddly, your thoughts were drifting into... other thoughts. But that can hold another time when you both have the time and equally ready. At least you hoped.

When Aizawa is just lecturing his ass away in class, you can't help but stare at Kirishima across from class, biting your lip. Gosh, was he fine. You would stare at his neck the whole class time all while sinking a fang into your own lip, drawing blood. You were aware that some of your other classmates could see your little expressions but honestly, did you care what they think? That'll just show them how you want Kirishima, and maybe for him to be yours alone. The thought about sinking your fangs into his neck had you rolling your eyes back. To feel the sweet hot relief of his blood on your tongue.

Your stomach nearly jumps every time his vibrant eyes stare into yours, making you fiddle with your hands, wiggling your toes, or just biting your lip.

When you're training, he's just SOO...

You didn't even have the words.

Your fangs were unbreakable as were his body. It was almost like you were made for each other, you think.

One time when you felt bold, you scooped some blood from his finger when he got a paper cut, putting it in your mouth all while purposely trying to seem innocent.

"Sorry, Kiri! Couldn't help myself."

He blushed in return when he averted his gaze, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, it's- it's fine.."

His voice had you in shambles.

Right now, you were both training with each other. You were helping with his durability and endurance. And it just so happened that no one was around. Good for you.

You grunt when you swing a pillar at him, his arms making an 'X' to block from the attack. He was incredibly strong. That was also what you had admired about him and adore. You swing the pillar at him again, accidentally hitting the side of his neck. You gasp and quickly drop the pillar to the side, rushing to his side when he groans in pain and clutch in between his neck and shoulder.

"Kirishima! I'm- shit..! I'm so sorry-"

You hover over him, flailing your arms around. You did NOT mean to do that. Fucking shit, you were an idiot.

You watch him retreat from his hardened form before cracking his neck side to side. "Eh.. I'm fine I guess.. I didn't expect you to go that hard. And it wasn't really expected. I should've seen it coming, am I right?"

You swallow thickly when you see a cut on his cheek and on his neck. You honestly didn't mean to actually hurt him but damn.. Maybe it was worthwhile? "Can.. Can I see your wound?"

Kirishima looked up at you confused for a second before gently padding his neck. "O-oh! Yeah, sure, go right on ahead."

He chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. You kneel down close in front of him. Your gaze fixates on his lips before his neck. "Kirishima.." He looks up at you again, a small lop-sided smile on his face. You gently wrap your hands around his head an shoulder, leaning your head down to his neck before you started drinking his blood. Kirishima, who was caught by surprise didn't know how to react. Should he pull you away? Probably. Yes. But it kind of felt nice. He doesn't know why it does but it just does.

He nearly couldn't suppress a whimper when he felt your tongue swirling around the small cut. Gently, he pushed you away from him. You let him do so, staring at him. Reality hit you like a brick. You feel embarrassment and shame grow inside every single one of your insides. Yet, Kirishima was in his own world, staring back at you. Your lips were covered in his blood. Butterflies danced around his lungs.

But before he could even stop you, you run away, wiping the remaining blood on your lips. Watching you run away kind of had him feeling bad. His hand reached out for you but he didn't get up to go chase after you. He'll talk to you tomorrow. Definitely. When everything in his head is sort out.

You lay in bed encased in your thoughts, reminiscing of the past events that just occurred. Gosh, that was fucking embarrassing. Who randomly latches themselves onto a classmate to drink their blood? Where was your filter? Self-control went out of the room.

Embarrassment ate away at your gut and you honestly wanted to bang your head against a metal wall.

The other side of you though, liked it. It was all your vampirism to blame. His blood was thick and savory on your tongue, skin so smooth and hard under your teeth, and the way his blood's metallic scent came seeping into your nose. The taste of his sweat. All of that got you excited. You rub your thighs together, one of your hands trailing up from your pelvis to your neck. You bite your bottom lip. Kirishima had this much of a effect on you which was beyond crazy. The thought of him excited you and you were here for it.

But honestly, your dignity was nearly gone after the embarrassment that occurred today so you had no idea how you were gonna face him the next few days.

The next two school days, you were avoiding him and you made sure you did it at all costs. He was confused and he felt like he personally hit home for you, he wanted to apologize but every time he approached you, you would immediately walk away. He was kind of butt-hurt, his ego busted when he had Tsu ask you what was going on and you said you just didn't want to talk to him.

He obviously wasn't going to give up that easily but jeez. He sighed, crossing his arms and rests his chin on top.

"Everything good?"

He shifts his head to the left, spotting his pink-haired friend. He sighed again, slightly pouting. "Yeah.. But (Y/N) won't talk to me after we trained alone together..

I feel like it's kind of my fault- but I mean, I know it isn't. But I kind of just feel bad, y'know?"

Mina nods in understanding, her hazel irises lingering on Kirishima for a moment. She sighs along with him, pondering for a moment. She wasn't best friends with you but you were both definitely close. She pinches her chins in between her fingers, looking up in the ceiling before looking back at Kirishima again, smirking. "Kirishima! I thought you were smart!"

He flinches in surprise, confusion written on all over his face. "Wha?- what are you talking about?"

"Context clues, idiot! It's so obvious!" She clenches both of her hands into a fist, waiting for Kirishima to get the hint. When two minutes pass, he still didn't get it. He was thinking long and hard. What could it have been?

Mina groans before leaning in and whispering in his ear, "she likes you, dumbass!" Kirishima's cheeks blaze up, matching his hair. "No way! You- you're joking!" Mina shakes her head at him, taking in his reaction.

"I'm not manly enough for her!" He looks away dramatically with closed eyes, one hand in a fist to his heart and the other stretched away towards Mina. "Oh get over it, Dorito Hair."

You, from the distance, hanging out with Tsu, Uraraka, and Hagakure, watched their whole interaction. You were across the room so you didn't really get to hear them, but seeing her so close to Kirishima had you fuming. "(Y/N).. hey.. Are you okay?" Uraraka looks at you with concern, nervously fiddling with her fingers when a sweat bead dribbles down her temple. "Yeah, you have this deadly scary look on your face, it's not cute!" You hear Hagakure chime in.

You hear the girls bicker about Hagakure's blunt comment but you could honestly care less. You grit your teeth when you see them lean in again, faces closer than ever. You scowl, moving your way past the girls. "(Y/N)! Hey wait!- are you oka-"

"I'm going to the bathroom!" You cut off Uraraka. You didn't mean to boast at her but honestly, seeing Kirishima and Mina's interaction had you beyond ticked off.

"So basically... When me and her were training, I got caught off guard for a little bit when I relaxed. My body wasn't completely hardened so when she striked at me, she gave me a crazy bruise and a few cuts. When she went ahead to check for the minor injuries.... She kinda just.. latched onto me and started drinking my blood."

"WHAAT??!"

Kirishima winces, piping his hand down, suggesting her to lower her volume. "Quiet down, will ya? I don't want anyone else to know this.. I know she's probably embarrassed by this, man.."

Mina shuts her mouth completely but is absolutely bewildered. She knew you had a fat crush on Kirishima but for you to be this crazy about him?!

"She must likes you tons!" Mina triumphantly stuck her thumb up, imaginative steam flaring out of her nostrils. Kirishima's cheeks heat up, scratching the back of his head. "I guess so.. I think I like her too. It was subtle before but that was just because we're doing hero stuff, y'know? But now I'm coming face-to-face with it. I don't know what to do, Mina- help me-" Kirishima whines, bowing his head down at her, clasping his hands in a prayer.

You came back in the room, ears hot as ever. What enraged you even more was when he was still close to her, but close at her boobs! That should be you! You felt embarrassment creeping up inside of you as your heart shrivels. Honestly, you didn't blame either of the two if they liked each other or if they were together. They went to the same middle school together and all. But you can't help but feel jealous; do you even have the right? You watch them talk more and more before seeing them glance back at you which they immediately look away, quickly to resort to whispering in each other's ears. Are you talking about you? Talking shit maybe? Shit, maybe he was talking shit about you, talking about the nasty encounter you guys had at training.

"Hey."

You turn, unknowingly teary-eyed, meeting Bakugou's red eyes. His brows weren't crinkled together and he held an unusual calm expression. "You like shitty-hair, don't you?" Your sullen expression quickly turning into a surprised one, your cheeks turning pink. "Wh-what?"

"I see the way you look at Shitty-hair. It's obvious you like him." When the fuck did Bakugou notice anything about you? When did he start to give a fuck?

"Don't get them wrong," he nods off past you, towards Mina and Kirishima who were still whispering to each other. "Kirishima likes you too. He probably doesn't know it yet, but he does. Whatever one of you idiots did that made you guys stop talking needs to step up. It's annoying having to watch this." Bakugou looks away when he shoves his hands in his pockets, a small scowl on his face. You were surprised. Was he giving you advice or a heads-up? Either way, this was.. a shocker, especially coming from him. A vein irked in his temple, gritting his teeth together. Andd.. There was his wrinkle. "At least say something you damn idiot!"

A week had gone by and before you knew it, it was New Years Eve.

There was a festival that was held out in the middle of Mutsufasu, about everyone in your class attended, including others from the other classes. The night had set in, leaving the stars to shine down above the light of the festival. Lanterns were being lit, booths and concessions were being held, and a lot of people were wearing yukatas and kimonos.

You were wearing a kimono with the color base being black, your haneri, obiage, and obijime being a scarlet red. Your obi was black with light ash brown coloured lines etched across with red detailed flowers adorning at the bottom of your kimono and sleeves. Your hair was up and done nicely with fake red and black flowers above your ear, some small pieces displayed on the other parts of your hair. You walked the streets with Uraraka, Midoriya, Lida, and Tsu, buying food and all sorts of things off the booths. You held a lantern in your left hand, light illuminating faces that passed by you.

Something red in the corner of your eye had you turn your head, meeting a pair of familiar crimson eyes. Your cheeks turned red deeply before quickly turning back to your friends.

Kirishima gazed at you softly, a small lop-sided smile on his face. He wore a deep red haori with a black himo, his hakama also being a pair of black. Honestly if you noticed his traditional clothes when you saw him, you would've thought you two were matching. He feels the back of his head being smacked, looking back at the perpetrator. "Stop ogling and keep moving, shitty hair."

Bakugou scoffs, crossing his arms across his yukata. "Sorry, man," Kirishima awkwardly laughs heartedly, rubbing his nape. They both continue walking before having more of their other friends join in with them; Mina, Denki, and Sero.

In the corner of your eye again, you see the pink and red figure oddly close. Your heart tugs at itself. It almost felt like hands were grabbing at it and stretching its' meaty flesh. You looked at them for a second, seeing him win a stuffed animal, giving it to her. He awkwardly rubs his neck before she jumps on him, hugging him tightly around the neck. It seems that you were wrong for thinking he even felt something for you. The subtle glances and the smiles directed towards you seemed to just be friendly. What part of you could've thought that anyway?

"I'm.. gonna go look around, okay? I'll meet with you guys later," you let your friends know, some of them shooting you a worried look before letting you go off in the crowd. Tears threaten to leave your eyes as you make your way past the crowd, fists clenching in hurt and anger. You shut your eyes, letting tears fall. Hopefully, no one saw. You didn't want to receive any weird or awkward looks from bystanders. You feel someone grab your wrist which you instinctively snatch back, looking back at who grabbed you. It was Bakugou, who had a sour expression on his face. You looked away in shame, rubbing your arms. "What did I tell you, dumbass? You should tell him. Stop bein' so insecure and stand up."

You frown warily, nodding, still avoiding his gaze. When he leaves your vision, you look back up. You notice that people were going into a more open space of the city, signaturing that the fireworks were gonna start. You huff before making your way to find your friends.

You see a kimono's sleeve waving up in the air before realizing it was Hagakure. You walk up to your friends, smiling and laughing on the way to an open field to see the fireworks. It started in fifteen minutes.

You were laughing with your friends, throwing your head back before feeling a warm hand on your shoulder. You wipe the joyful tears in your eyes as you turn your head, surprised when you see the same particular crimson eyes. "Kirishi-"

"Can I talk to you? Alone?"

You pause, remorse flickering across your features before turning to your friends which they nod in return. You sigh, standing up to your feet, following him as he leads you. You guys enter a building, which honestly had you nervous because were you even allowed to be in there?

You both stood in the elevator in silence before you guys exit, reaching a stair case. You guys step up before exiting through a door, a chilly breeze hitting your face. You guys were on top of a building.

"I wanted to talk to you.. about..." His breath hitches. You notice.

"About what happened back at training-"

"I'm sorry that I did that! I didn't- it was on impulse, I didn't mean to-"

He grabs your shoulders, forcing you to face him. "(Y/N)," he breathed, looking at you so tenderly. "I don't care.. that you did it. I just.. want things to be normal again." He inches his body closer to yours, his thumbs caressing your shoulders reassuringly. "I want to be close to you again."

His words were like hot fire melting the ice in your heart. Your lips quiver, eyes watering. How could something so small cause something so big and heartfelt for you? Was Kirishima important to you? What did he mean by 'close?' When you don't respond, still staring up into his eyes with teary ones, he continues, "I miss you. I..."

He pauses, his cheeks and ears turning red as time passes. "I want to be with you. You can drink my blood for as much as you want, I just- I don't know.."

"But-" your voice is shaky, you don't even care anymore because tears are pouring from your eyes. "What about Mina? Aren't you with her?" He looks at you confused for a moment before realization dawns on him, a sad expression fading into his face. "No. I'm not with her. She's one of my closest friends, she was just there when I needed somebody to go to... about you."

Blood rushes to your cheeks, Kirishima's hand going up to cup your cheeks, wiping your tear with his calloused thumb. "It's always been you."

"It's.. always been you too, Ki-"

"Eijiro."

You stare at him for a few seconds before nodding, "Eijiro." His name rolls off your tongue so foreignly but it felt so nice. His other hand gently makes his way around your waist, the hand on your cheek moving towards the back of your head. Your breath becomes heavy when you notice how close he was to you. "Eijiro..."

"Can I kiss you?" Kirishima blushes deeply, looking in your eyes with half-lidded ones.

You nod, feeling the radiation from his body. You feel his lips press against yours so gently, it makes you wraps your arms around his neck tightly. Fireworks went off when you both move your lips against each other's, your heart pounding against your chest as loud as the fireworks. This was so intimate for you, to share a kiss with someone you hold dear under the star sky, showered with fireworks.

You both seperate, letting out silent breaths you were holding in. He stared into your eyes so fondly, leaning in again, but not to kiss you. He just holds you there, face against his, lips just barely touching.

You swear you heard a 'I love you' push past his lips.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

A/N: I'm kinda glad how this turned out. Kirishima is one of my favs and deserves all the attention he gets. He can be dense a little bit sometimes but he gives off golden retriever boyfriend energy.

Bakugou was playing a little love matchmaker even though he dislikes love stuff. But he cares about his friends a lot

Writing this was fun and nice, it was kinda cute. I'm glad that its done tho, hope you enjoyed it. <3

34 notes · View notes

yamanehaize01 · 1 month

Text

Miracle laid in Serendipity: Unveiling the Voyage of Miraculous Bearers

The Unknowing Tale between Y/n L/n & Adrien Agreste

Chapter 03: Floral Sequence

Previous & Subsequent Chapters | 01 | 02 | Loading...

Third — Point of View.

Perspective of Adrien Agreste.

“Plagg, where did you hide my other pair of socks? I can't find it anywhere..” He continued to look around his room, eyeing his Kwami from time to time to see if the little troublemaker did hide it. Although the sly Kwami only lets out a yawn, holding the stinky cheese with both of his tiny hands. “I don't know what you're talking about, kid! I'm trying to enjoy some delicious camembert over here..! Hmph-” Plagg replied, softly rubbing the top of the cheese with heart eyes, while Adrien voiced a slight groan, still looking over any corner to see if it somehow landed there.

Few minutes have passed and he still hasn't found it, a sigh leaving his throat as he takes a seat on his bed. This makes the Kwami peer over his wonderful camembert and look at his owner. He knows that he should probably just tell him where it is right now, but he's getting a bit lazy and besides no one gets to touch his secret stash unless he says so. The little Kwami switches his gaze towards the blonde’s computer, suddenly getting an idea. He smoothly flew over infront of his owner, with cheese still in his hands.

“Stop frowning about it, look! Maybe some Sekkibug photos will cheer you up, eh Lover boy?” The Kwami teased, taking a large bite of his camembert. Adrien looks over his monitor from a slight distance, his face flushing red despite not wanting to admit that his Kwami might be right. He sighed, trying to ignore Plagg’s comment as he stood up from his bed, walking over his window. He gently moved the curtain aside, just enough to get a view of outside.

He does wonder what Sekkibug’s doing right now, are you still awake..? Or you're getting some rest, it is pretty dark outside.. Perhaps you're doing some nightly patrols right now..? That he could only wish for, it wouldn't hurt to spend a bit of personal time with his Cuddlebug.. outside of battle. He doesn't know what exactly he wants.. he probably sounds desperate for attention at this point. It's just that.. it's difficult to lure you away from your duties. Don't get him wrong, it's not that he doesn't want you to look over and watch out for any civilians and make sure they're safe.

He just.. thinks that you're prioritizing the citizens of Paris a bit too much.. You look like you don't have time for any of your partners, and he's aware of how he's picturing you a bit selfish even though you did converse with each of them during nightly patrols. But.. it somehow feels too little for him, like it isn't enough. And eventually you get back into fulfilling your duties and right after that, you end up saying goodbye for the night. It feels sort of suffocating trying to get close to you without the limit you set for yourself unknowingly.

You're only one person.. he knows that, but individuals wouldn't mind if you let your pupils wander off of them for a moment… Maybe he is the selfish one, huh..? That's a statement that he couldn't deny, because deep down he knows he is just that. But – nobody needs to know.. that's a quality that he only knows himself. It's not that bad, he could be selfish every once in a while, right..? He doesn't act like that all the time, just at times when he thinks it's a bit unfair.

What you don't know, wouldn't hurt you.

He draws his green emerald eyes across the city, he wants to say that he only went over to look at the view and nothing else. But, there's no point in lying to himself. He went over to his window for one reason, and one reason only. And that is to catch a glimpse of you.. Chat Noir is not one to give up on his lady so easily, for a moment of respite — it has been approximately one month since his heart started beating in a quickened pace. One month of fighting alongside you.. surely there will come a time where the opportunity is there. Soon enough.

His pupils widened once that familiar figure swung by from rooftops to rooftops, is that really..? There it is again.. he feels his heart wanting to beat right out of his chest. His breathing slowly becomes uneven, he needs to calm down for a second — you're not going anywhere, so he just needs to take a breather. Hold on – you definitely will if he doesn't get his things together and catch up to you..! In a slight panic, he looks over his shoulder and towards his Kwami.

“Plagg.. sorry but it's time for a bit of nightly patrols.” The tiny feline almost cracked his small neck with how fast he turned his head around and towards the blonde boy. “Are you serious, I'm still enjoying my—!” He didn't get enough time to finish his protest when his owner rudely interrupt. “Plagg, claws out.” Adrien says calmly, lifting his hand where his ring is as he momentarily closes his eyes, letting the transformation take place swiftly. Leading to the poor Kwami dropping his camembert in the process and getting sucked into the ring.

He won't be long, well.. he hopes he won't lose track of time, he still has to sleep and get up very early in the morning after all. Who is he kidding..? He's sure you’ll remind him anyway, it's unlikely for you to get lost in the moment when you're with him. Like he will be when he is with you. Duty always calls for your name, not much to say in between that. Who knows.. maybe it’ll be different this time, it wouldn't be him if he doesn't try.

Using his staff to traverse further into the living space of Paris, inkling green eyes looking at your nearing figure. A huff of breath leaving his lips when he finally drops down to the rooftop you're standing from, your back facing him. He stays silent for a moment, just observing you. The atmosphere feels calming for some reason, his gaze dripping onto your moving form. The way you walk close to the chimney from your slight right, before crouching down and taking a seat, your head facing the Eiffel Tower from afar.

You lean against the wall of the chimney beside you, softly breathing.. you look at peace, making his heart swell delicately. And for a minute that he couldn't wait for much longer, he walks towards you. Surprisingly, his footsteps didn't catch your attention, so he took the opportunity to drop down beside you. Were you expecting him..? Why haven't you noticed him yet— he turns his head to look at your face, only for him to answer his own question. Your eyelids flutter close.. And despite the mask covering your upper face, he could tell that there's a hint of fatigue around it.

Your hair flows gently against the merciful wind, plush lips that's stirring up the temptations within him. In his eyes, you look so delicate, meant to be protected, even if you can handle yourself fine on your own. He’ll still be there in times like this when you're vulnerable.. when your body forces you to take a moment of rest. He feels like one day, you'll probably grow accustomed to it.. would be harder to catch you again like this, with your guard down.

Taking the liberty, he gently lifted his hand towards your face, moving your cheek away from the concrete wall and shifting your head softly onto his shoulder. Careful not to accidentally wake you up from your occuring rest. He took a minute to look at your peaceful expression, a warm smile curling up on the corners of his lips. This part of you might be another reason to continue lending you his heart. How heartwarming it would be to wake up in the morning and be greeted with a blessing…

Finally having it in himself to look away from your facial features, he turned his head upright — the sight of the Eiffel Tower welcoming him in view. He tilted his head a bit, gently resting his head on top of yours. His aching fingers crawling beneath your hand that's on your lap, furtively intertwining his fingers with your fragile ones. Before deliberately lifting it up to his awaiting lips, planting a soft kiss on the back of it.

He hopes there’ll be plenty of opportunity for the both of you to spend time like this again as time proceeds. He's looking forward to seeing you everyday, every night.. even in dire times when there's an akuma encounter. Whilst it's not very heroic of him to wish there will be an akuma attack, that is what he truly wants in order to see you every hour of the day, and not just on patrols around the city.

Even as he's now having the time of his life with the one who recklessly holds his heart, he cannot deny the fact that he squeezed his way in to create this moment between the two of you. In a short sense, this wouldn't have happened if you are very much aware and conscious at this second. Maybe fate pitied him for a little while and granted him some interlude between him and his lady. He won't take offense to that if that was really the case.. It makes sense in a way.

All that he could do at this point, is savor the given solace. He’ll just have to try and improve his advances towards you next time, perhaps he’ll get lucky and press some of the pins in your heart. It's never over until you say so yourself, right? If it ever comes to that extent, you better give him a clear reason that’ll set it apart.. if you don't have one, he won't be sure if he’ll take it to heart. And if you do have a justified reason, he still won't be sure in the end.

Because this journey that fate set infront both you and him, it's only has begun.. and he's not planning to let such chances slip by his fingertips.. with every breath you take, he will be there to remind you just how you both are meant to be together. No argument laying around it, he’s sure to do his best to make it a reality you cannot turn a blind eye to.

After all.. he has all the time in the world.

He still has plenty of chances…

And he must say..

You're in for quite a promising adventure…

🂱 🂱 🂱 🂱 🂱 🂱 🂱

Second — Point of View.

Perspective of Y/n L/n.

You stir a bit from your position, one of your fingers twitching as you clasp it close.. expecting to feel the soft covers of your bedsheets, although with your eyebrows scrunching slightly — the way your fingers wrapped around it, the feeling of the cozy fabric is nowhere to be found. Attempting to grip the strange sensation in between your fingers to test it once more. However.. you felt your hand tightened as it's being squeezed gently. It slowly results with your eyes fluttering open, vision a bit blurry before it faintly clears up.

The first thing that came to mind was to look down at your hand to identify what's causing such movement.. only to blink rapidly and stare at it once more, feeling baffled at what you're comprehending. Then the sudden realization is what brought you back to earth, eyes gazing at your heroine's suit. Did.. did you really fall asleep in the middle of your patrol..? That can't be.. you know how heavy of a consequence you will receive if it took a wrong turn..!

“Milady..?” Your body stiffened, hearing that familiar voice. You felt another squeeze transferring against your hand, a gesture of reassurance. Jolting a bit from your place, you quickly turned your face towards the masked feline. Eyes making contact with those intense emerald ones. “Chat.. I–” He briskly cut you off, his sharp claw pressing against your lips. “Shh.. relax, Cuddlebug.” He coos, with a hint of chuckle towards your puzzled gaze.

“I didn't know Milady is such a heavy sleeper~” Hearing his sly voice come back to life, your face falls a bit into an unamused expression. A tint of embarrassment painting your cheeks at his statement. You really need to work on and control your sleeping habits, can't really bash yourself into that realm no longer. Or else it’ll cost you difficulties along the way.

You blinked twice, your lips twitching into an awkward smile. “I.. I was only resting my eyes…” You reason, turning your head away a bit as you cleared your throat. The masked feline however.. couldn't control his impending laughter, as it soon leaped up into the cold but calming atmosphere. You feel the embarrassment displayed on your face leveled up, unaware of how a small pout sneaks its way up to your lips. A pair of eyes yet was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of it, his amiable laugh dying down.

Every little thing you do.. Why is it always hard to maintain his heart from the cause of it..? Even now he feels the blood pumping through his veins nonstop.. his lips drawing into a warm smile, and he couldn't help but give your hand another squeeze. This time.. for his reassurance. He risked it all the moment he triggered your attention back towards the sensation between your fingers.

And as he expected, you gently attempt to pull away, hesitation fills his thoughts but he lets his morals guide him into action. So.. with a twitchy smile, he lets you pull away. “Sorry, Cuddlebug.. my hand was cold.” Lying would be the least he will do when it comes to you, but if it'll light up the spirits, then he’ll have no problem doing so. “Oh.. do you have a cold..?” His hand needing your warmth was sort of strange, doesn't his suit provide some type of heat at least..? Lifting up your other hand, you brush his fluffy blonde hair upwards before placing the back of your hand against his forehead to check for his temperature. His mouth slightly falling agape and he could feel his face heating up, the multiple emotions he's feeling at once being lifted up from his shoulders.

Now he's not sure if you didn't quite catch his words clearly enough, or you fully misunderstood what he said. Either way, his chest feels a bit light at your simple but soothing question, not to mention your gesture makes him feel at ease. “Chat, don't keep me in suspense..” You muttered quietly, but his hearing heard it loud and clear. You soon remove your hand from his forehead, his temperature seems pretty normal but you are still quite uncertain. The evident worry in your eyes tugging at his heartstrings, hinting at something.

Ah.. you must've felt bad, did you?

“Chat..?” You call for him again, pulling him from his thoughts as he performs a small chuckle, he’s biting his own tongue with the way he points out your habit of ending in a trance most of the time. Now look where his mind is currently into.. “Hm.. what if I do have a cold, Milady~?” He coos, quickly hiding any hints of his state of mind. Observing the expression on your face, every detail it presents gives away what you're feeling inside. A trait that he's sure he gained from getting lost looking at you consistently.

After a second of averting your eyes from contacting with his own, you return back. A soft sigh elevating from your plush lips, before you unexpectedly drag your hand back to his. A bit hesitant, but you continue until you're intertwining your fingers with him once again. A ragged breath flows out from his nostrils, the relentless banging inside his ribcage is starting to feel like a real threat. He shouldn't let himself be delirious in a time like this.. repenting your guilt is different from the vision he's losing himself into when you did that.

“I can spare another minute.. before I have to go.” You smiled, facing back towards the view upfront. It feels oddly soothing to spend some time sight-seeing with your feline companion, maybe because there isn't any akumanization to worry about in the time being. Still, staying alert should always have a place in the back of your mind. You could never be too sure after all, you shouldn't jinx it. You close your eyes momentarily in a sense of tranquility, slit pupils grasping the image in his mind.

He feels a gentle clutch against his hand, only difference now, you offered to give his hand a soft squeeze of your own. And with your eyes still locked into the view from afar, his cat ear twitched at the sound of your calm voice.

“I hope you get well soon, Chat..”

☘︎ ☘︎ ☘︎ ☘︎ ☘︎ ☘︎ ☘︎

Taking a look on the screen of your phone, you're indeed seven minutes late from the exact time of the meet-up. You did every possible way to hurry and arrive just in time, but the odds still weren't in your favor. If you hadn't lost yourself to sleep the moment you went back home, maybe you could've made it in time.. but it could've messed you over even more if you somehow did not sleep. It doesn't matter now though, what matters is that you’ll still make it.

You took a moment of rest, placing both of your hands on top of your knees, trying to restore your uneven breathing. You finally did arrive in front of Marinette’s home, or should you say – her family’s bakery. Lifting your sight a bit to grasp the main door, you suddenly see someone from the other side, walking forward to the door. With her small build and gentle laid eyes, you immediately recognize Marinette’s mother. She opened the clear door before you could have a chance to react.

“Aw Y/n, how are you..? Come, Marinette and the others are waiting for you.” Sabine says with a sweet tone, gesturing for you to come inside. You did try to at least respond back, but your throat feels almost dried out of its function. So you quickly responded with a small nod, before fixing your posture and following after her. You were greeted by the nice aroma of the room, earning a flinch from you, hearing your own stomach growls – you awkwardly pressed your forearm against it, silently hoping Marinette’s mom didn't catch wind of it.

It seems like she didn't, which only drew a reliving sigh from your lips. When getting ready earlier, every little thing was last minute.. showering, brushing your teeth, getting dressed and making yourself look decent enough when going out in public. Getting a quick snack was out of the question, the meet-up wasn't scheduled that early into the day either, so you should've had plenty of time for yourself. Although, that loses the thread since your body really just needed some type of contact with sleep the minute you saw your bed.

Feeling the small drench from your soaked hair that's beginning to form onto your shoulders, you shrink a bit when the water makes contact with your skin. You hear the voice of Marinette's mom call out for her daughter, announcing you’ve arrived. She took a look back towards you, softly gesturing for you to go ahead. You simply nodded your head once more, taking the stairs up to Marinette’s room. Gazing up, you see someone opening the trapdoor – realizing that it was Alya. “Girl, you're late to the party, come quick..!” She lightly chuckled, and you proceeded to climb up until you were finally inside the room.

“Hi, Y/n..! Over here!” A familiar high pitched tone called, as she waves her hand up to catch your attention. You sent Rose a smile, before heading towards the group, you sat down next to Alix on the white stairs, clasping both of your hands and placing it down on your lap. “Y/n, what took you so long? We thought you might've ditched us, haha!” Alix says, raising her eyebrow with a teasing smile, tapping your arm lightly. You struggled for a minute to reply, as you cleared your throat and came up with a small lie. “My mom wanted me to clean the house before leaving.. so uh- it took a while.” You reason, wishing she’ll somehow buy it.

She gave you a shrug of her shoulders, as she chuckled. “That must've sucked, but hey you made it!” She responded, as you only nodded your head with a small smile. You look towards Mylene and the other two, she is showing what looks like a lovely necklace. As you turn slightly you gaze at the bluenette girl, she seems to be getting something from her drawer before walking infront of where Juleka, Rose, and Mylene are seated. With Alya following along beside Marinette.

“Okay! Are we ready? I’ll fix my room quite a bit, and then I’ll see what kind of video games we could play!” Marinette chirped happily, pulling up two controllers and walking over to her desk to place in there for now. “Oh trust me, I'm not going easy on every single one of you!” Alix says proudly as she puts both of her hands on either side of her waist. The rest of you chuckle, then Alya perks an eyebrow with a playful smile. “I’m not going easy on you either.” She giggled, welp- hopefully she will go easy on you, it's still unknown what kind of video game you all will play. You only wish it's something you're familiar with, but being introduced into a new game is nice too!

You have played a few video games still on your laptop or phone, but even if you have quite a number of games that you played with since your childhood or new things that you have grown to like recently. There are still plenty of games that you haven't seen or known before, especially some that have prices on them therefore you could only play the game when it's bought. Now, you’re pretty curious as to what game it is that Marinette will choose. She has controller's so maybe something that will need a lot of fast taps or reaction in order to beat the opponent. Maybe it's something much calming, or strategic based games?

You’ll just have to wait and see, oh- might as well offer Marinette some help if she needs. “Marinette, I could help if you’d like? I don't mind..!” You say with a smile, standing up from your place and walking towards Marinette. The bluenette’s eyes widened slightly as she turned around to face you, smiling a bit. “If you want? Thank you, I appreciate it, Y/n..!” Marinette brushes off the small dust on her cheek, as she tells you some of the stuff that is out of place, you nod your head before getting to it. Another voice chimed in, as she too was overhype and excited. “Eek-! I can’t wait! Ooo-! Can I help as well..! I wanna help!” Rose stood up from where she's sitting as she too is very inclined to help Marinette with fixing things up.

“Girl's, why don't we all help? The sooner we get it done, the sooner we'll be able to play what Marinette has in mind.” Alya points out, as the bluenette girl squaked when she heard it, chuckling awkwardly. “Um..! I don't think–” She didn't get to finish her sentence when the rest of the others stood up and agreed to what her best friend said. She lets out a sigh before slowly a smile forming on her lips again. “We got you, girl!” Alya says, as Marinette gives a thump’s up, almost dropping the items on her hands.

“Then what are we waiting for..! Let's get to cleaning!” Rose chirped excitedly, seemingly hyper about the plan. And the black and purple haired girl beside her tug on the blonde short haired girl’s hand, trying to calm her energetic friend. You smile at Juleka’s actions, thinking their friendship is quite adorable. Although, you jolted a bit as you felt someone nudge your shoulder with a pointy object.

Turning your head, you see Alix holding a small notepad and a pencil, as she sent you an amused gaze. “I'm certain you’re gonna need this, Y/n! There’ll be a lot of techniques that you won't wanna miss out on!” She pointed out, as she handed you the notepad and pencil, in the process you felt a tiny bit embarrassed but you shrugged it off. “Thanks, Alix..” You replied, and she drew out a small – ‘psshh’ brushing it off as if telling you it's fine, before she goes over to Marinette to ask which and where needs some rearranging.

And as time goes by and all of you did your part on helping out Marinette with her room. It was time for the game, and you won't lie- it was pretty intense. It really was a strategic game as Alix said earlier, she really was not giving no mercy! You and Rose had trouble beating Alix in one single round, how does she do it? That- you will have to pay attention if you really wanna know, and it isn't easy with the way the game goes on so fast! You have to manage getting used to the controls and what button does what in order to get somewhat of a hit to damage the opponent.

Not to mention, Alya is skilled at the game too! It was a close call between her and Alix when it's their turn to fight against one another. Alya won in the end of it, which made Alix surprised and offered for a rematch to try and turn things around. And might you add, all of you were pretty much glued to their fight the whole time. Rematch after rematch, until Alya finally hands Alix the win– so all of you could go on and have a turn as well. There was in the middle of the game where Marinette’s mother called out and brought all of you some food, in case any of you were hungry. And– Mrs Sabine basically saved all of you, mostly you– since the moment you arrived, your stomach has been growling..!

So the rest of you thanked Marinette’s mother for offering up food to fill the hunger. While the next two are up for a match, the ones watching are munching on some delicious pastries, including you. And upon focusing on Marinette and Alix’s match, you could not count how many times Marinette beat Alix in a one vs one match. She’s pretty great at the game, earning a handshake as Alix admits it was a good win. The next round, Rose and Juleka wanted to have a go with one another. And you and the rest could not content the adorableness of the match, no one wants to land a hit. And when Rose does, she chuckles and says sorry, Juleka wasn't even trying and just wanted Rose to have a win. You still couldn't forget the warm smile that sneaks up on your lips as you can't help but give the two a hug, the room filling up with wholesome laughter.

Opening the door to your small spacious room, you close the door behind you, drawing a breath. The loose long sleeves that’s been like that cause you didn't get the time to button the end of the flowy sleeves, but it seems fortunate for your little Kwami, as she smoothed her way out of the loose sleeves. And floating up to face you with a soft smile – you return the smile with one of your own. Your eyes are falling lidded for a second, though Tikki seems to have noticed it. As she flew down to your hand, which still has the small piece of the notepad, however earlier, after you wrote down some of the things you knew you needed to remember – you ripped the first page and took it with you, just in case your friend's decided to play the game again, you will come prepared!

Tikki gently held one of your fingers, you blinked a couple of times as you looked down at your red Kwami. You see her lifting your hand, causing you to move forward when she guides you towards your bedroom small pinboard – filled with any other of your sticky notes, a lot of them are completed but you keep forgetting to take it out after that specific day is over. There's hardly any space but Tikki still guided your hand up against the narrow board, until you placed the sticky note onto the small empty spot. Itching a tiny smile from your lips, you can't appreciate Tikki enough.

“Sleepy, Y/n..?” The red Kwami questions, tilting her head a bit in a cute manner. As if to confirm her statement, a yawn was forced out of your throat, indicating you are indeed feeling a bit drowsy. There's no saying how much time you spent with your friends, especially when Rose happily suggested for all of you to go out and get some ice cream. You had fun though, the hangout was nice! Alya even took pictures as all of you posed with the ice cream in your hands. She also talked about her Sekkiblog, turning her phone into landscape as she lets you all watch the vlogs she took.

There were so many close calls, you could not even imagine your heart stopping in the middle. And the small blush crossing your cheeks whenever you see your figure being seen in the video. Those times where you took Alya in a more safe place and when you managed to save her in time as you ask out a quick question to make sure if she’s okay or hurt anywhere. You didn't even notice at the time how close you were to the camera, but now you definitely know–! It feels odd to watch yourself on a video, maybe because the huge type of recognition is something you’re not exactly used to. It was interesting to know what your friends thought about you when it comes to the other part of you that remains sealed in a glass secret.

Then there was Alix, who’s showing some tricks that she learned with her rollerblades. It was amazing to see her pull it off, that does take a lot of practice to be able to do, and a lot of courage as well! Along the hangout, Marinette wanted to stop by a nearby gift shop. Since she mentioned she wanted to come and look for a small box that she thinks would be suitable for the keychain that she recently handmade and designed. Marinette was a little embarrassed to say it at first, but she admitted that she wanted to give Adrien a small gift that the bluenette hoped he would like. Oh- she was trying to make friends with Adrien, you almost slipped that off your mind– Marinette is very thoughtful..! And aren't you the one supposed to be helping her? Sigh- Y/n..

“I think so..” You answered drowsily, putting a hand over your mouth. You haven't been thankful enough for your mother whenever she consistently reminds you to take off your outdoor footwear and set it aside near the doorstep when you were still very young. One of many house manners that stuck with you till you are now in your teen age. A long happy sigh flew out of your lips, as you plopped down onto your comfort bed, while Tikki floated around your collection of books on your two layer bookshelf that's attached near your bedroom window.

Her crystal eyes light up as she catches sight of the book she has been engrossed into since the night before. She quickly grabbed it with her two tiny hands, and flew back down to your form – halting a bit as she saw you rummaging, trying to get under the covers impatiently. And once you do, a relaxing expression plastered on your face, she can't help but squeeze out a small giggle from her lips. Continuing to fly down towards you and set herself beside your face, sparing you a tiny glance before opening the book, and try to get to the page she bookmarked.

Tikki took another glance at her holder, perceiving that you haven't bothered to switch into your pajama clothes, thinking that your body might overheat with the layer of fabric still clinging to your frame. Especially since your blanket is almost covering your full body from top to bottom. It isn't that much to worry about since the material of your upper clothing is a light-thin but blousy fabric. Only problem is it sticks to your frame very easily, putting additional heat.

Part of her wants to wake you up and remind you to change into your sleepwear, since you’ll most likely feel uncomfortable when you wake up early in the morning, remaining with sweats. But she's afraid you won't be able to get back to sleep afterwards, there's just this thing that happens frequently that she couldn't grasp sometimes. She does understand that human minds are very difficult to comprehend the majority of the time, and she saw similar qualities in her past ancient holders.

It's very obvious that you are tired and want to sleep, and you did, but when you are disturbed or forgetting something that you needed to do, and you remember it half way getting to bed. You somehow don't feel sleepy anymore right after you finish turning off the lights – stuff like that, or going to the bathroom and also things like preparing your bookbag. The rest happens as you are turning your head back towards your comfort bed, and just standing infront of it with a confused look, then patting the side of your cheek two or three times. Before saying you don't feel sleepy or tired all of a sudden, although the impending consequences don't end up too well for you the next morning.

She could only guess that your body has been through those same encounters in the past, that's why it often happens. And that's also why your mind and body treats it like a normal habit when the leeway is there. Tikki is hoping you’ll be able to fix your sleep schedule in due time. It isn't particularly healthy for your body to dismiss the importance of sleep even when the mind is currently distracted. The red Kwami lets out a soft sigh, it's technically more primal for you to continue sleeping and regain your energy, so she swiftly pushes the first thought aside and then goes back into reading the huge book in her tiny hands.

—

As Tikki dragged her gaze across the many letterings on the pages of the book, there was suddenly a lunatic laugh emerging from the outskirts of Paris. Her crystal blue eyes widening, before dropping the book on the bed and flying towards the bedroom window. Seeing a burst of some kind of flowers..? Plaguing the area not so far from your house, concerns covering her expression as she looks back at your sleeping form. Snuggling peacefully under the blankets.. Akuma attacks have such terrible timing, it's almost unbelievable.

She’ll hate to disturb you in your sleep, but the city needs you more than anything right now..! Tikki quickly flew over towards you, her tiny hands trying to shake you awake. “Y/n–! Y/n! You need to wake up..!” Tikki says with a worried tone, as you remain unresponsive for a second. The red Kwami tries again — “Y/n..! Please wake up, Paris is in danger!” You start to stir from your sleep, eyes fluttering as it slowly opens. Seeing this, Tikki continues to gently move your shoulder back and forth, until you fully open your eyelids.

“Huh..? Tikki…” You mumble under your breath, as you look at your Kwami with confusion on your face. She flew infront of your vision, as you blink a couple of times, still trying to get a grip of reality. “There's an akuma attack occurring as of now! We need to get into the bottom of it..!” Tikki says, waving her hands and pointing towards your bedroom window. After hearing her explanation, you hurriedly grab your blanket and slip out of it, standing up from your bed. “Akuma..!? That's right– an attack, Tikki! Uhm..” The red Kwami nodded her head, as you walked around your room, a bit lost.

You rubbed the corners of your eyes, as you turned towards the window. What are you doing pacing around, there's an akuma attack–! Don't tell yourself that you still need a sticky note for these kinds of things, Y/n..! You shake your head, dismissing the filling thoughts. With hasty steps, you unlock the window and swiftly lift it up before hovering your knee over the windowsill — but a high pitched tone makes you stiffened from your place, as you look back at your red Kwami.

“Stop! Don't do that..! You're not transformed still, Y/n–!” Tikki almost shouted from the top of her vocal cords, a deep concern presenting on her face. Your lips fall agape, switching your gaze back down to your body and hands. “I-I am not..! Tikki– what's wrong with me..?!” Your voice nervously asked, as you retrieve yourself back to your bedroom space, taking a deep breath. “Y/n, you're tired, that's the thing.. you just need to take a moment and get your mind intact, I'm sure you're stuck up between sleep and reality. You can spare a second..” Tikki says softly, trying to reassure you and answer your question calmly.

You gaze into your Kwami’s eyes for a minute, as you nodded your head lightly. She's correct, you might've been quickly pulled away from your sleep that it's a bit hard to set up a proper way of knowing if you're still asleep or not when you're in the middle of being drawn to the depths of sleep from earlier. “Okay.. I think it's fine.. now?” You question, as you blink a couple of times and pinching yourself slightly to make sure. “Alright, then it's time..” Tikki sent you another reassuring smile, as you slowly feel the need to return it back with your own.

You hummed in confirmation, as you momentarily closed your eyes, softly muttering the words – “Tikki, spots on..” There was a swift moment of glowing white and pink light shining from up to down of your form, transforming you into your signature heroine suit. You could feel the wind that came in from your window gently brushing against your hair and the smooth hair tail that grew from the transformation. Lightly moving back and forth, as you flutter your eyes open, turning around towards the window once again.

That multiple dull colored flowers growing around the city not so far away catches the attention of your pupils. With furrowed eyebrows and a wary expression on your face, you unclipped your yoyo from your waist. Slipping the small opening of the string through your ring finger, as you grip the base of your yoyo tight. Walking forward and looking up, scanning for where you're about to latch your yoyo around to, and when you found the perfect source. You immediately shoot your yoyo towards it, as it successfully wrapped around it.

With that familiar determination, you tug the string of your yoyo, letting it propel you into greater heights and towards your pointed destination. Landing smoothly on one of the house rooftops, you continue to jump over rooftops to rooftops, progressing your way further towards the path of dull flowers and vines. Though on your way there, you sense your yoyo buzzing, signaling there's an incoming call.

Taking a split second to open the screen of your yoyo, you quickly press the green button, answering the call and lifting it up to your ear. “Cuddlebug..! Phew– you answered! I thought you were in trouble..!” Chat Noir says on the other end of the line, a few puffs of breath coming from the screen microphone, he's either in a current fight or also making his way through the city. “I got caught up with something, although I'm fine..!” You replied, as you received a glimpse of the scene upfront, making you stop in your tracks.

“Chat, got any clue on–” An unusual smell meeting your nostrils triggered you to cough all of a sudden, as you place a hand over your mouth, eyes squeezing shut. “Milady..?! Milady! Are you okay–?!” Said by a worried voice over the screen of your yoyo, but unable to respond back because of the undying need of air. You hurriedly move away from the specific area, until you're able to find fresh air so you could regain your oxygen. You breathe in and out, slowly having your normal pace of breathing.

Your yoyo continues to vibrate, faintly hearing your teammate’s voice on the call. In realization, you bring the screen of your yoyo next to your ear, about to answer Chat Noir but you noticed he hung up. Sensing something went wrong, you close the screen of your yoyo and put it back to its original placement. You could only guess that he must've been caught up with the scent of the flowers as well, you need to get into the bottom of this.

With further observation, there's different types of flowers that swarm the city, one of them is hard to get through since it possesses an effect that goes against oxygen, which is why that type of flower is meant to be avoided. The other types however.. is more tamed to come by, the effects it has is still unknown to you, but you didn't pay it any mind as you traverse more into the known trails in search of the akumatized victim. And you might've just hit your target, as you see a woman dressed in a dull purple based dress, vines clinging to her leg and some on her other arm. A white flower covering one of her eyes, as a black line connected to her eyelid down to her chin, which reminds you of tears.

“Oh.. Sekkibug~ it's so good to see you! I am Floral Sequence, the one and only best florist in town!” She greeted with a smile forming on her lips, presenting you the odd looking flower pot in her hands. Consisting of all different dulled flowers that you come across, only planted in a singular pot. “Would you like me to pick a flower best suited for a fluttering bug..?” With furrowed eyebrows, you swing your yoyo in a circular motion, noticing how she closes her eyes and purses her lips together before gently blowing against the mixed flowers.

Soon enough the flower she picked started to bloom around you, but you dodge in time before it could make contact with your suit. Floral Sequence frowned, about to throw in another blow against the flower pot but a certain feline hero interrupted her. Making her turn around to face him and dodge his attacks, she quickly tears a cyan colored flower and crushes it into her palm. Causing her to disappear with a burst of flower petals, the feline blinked in split second confusion, before suddenly she reappeared behind him.

With widened pupils, you act on instinct as you wrap your yoyo around Chat Noir before pulling him to your side. “Cuddlebug..!” The moment you undo your yoyo around him, the masked feline gives you a hug out of nowhere. “You worried me over the call, you know..” He sighed, tightening his grip around you. He really was worried sick that something horrible might've happened to you, it wasn't helping how you are coughing nonstop on the other side of the line.

“Chat, this is not the–”

“I know.. just relieved you're okay.” He hesitantly pulls away, giving you a sincere smile, it wasn't long before a burst of collision occurred between the both of you, launching you two away from each other. A small groan slips by your lips, as you caught yourself before you hit the ground. “What awful customers, roses are out of order..!” She hissed, crushing another flower in her palm, the familiar effect lingers in the air. “Hold your breath!” You warned towards your feline companion, as he sent you a swift nod.

You try retreating away from the scent, although it followed along the path and into the house walls. Lights opened one by one, as civilians looked out their window – seeing some of the flowers trying to grow their way inside the abode. Panic starts to show, confused as to what's happening in the heat of the moment. “What's wrong..? Don't you all like it!?” A fit of laughter could be heard, drawing the attention of many people. A lot of them couldn't handle the lack of oxygen that they're getting inside the apartment, as they soon ran away from their homes, in desperate need of fresh air.

You store concerned glances in their way before returning back towards Floral Sequence, throwing your yoyo in her direction and cutting her off mid laugh. The string wrapped around her thigh, as you tugged on it, making her fall to the ground with a thud. “Ugh! You–!” Chat Noir quickly rotates his baton repeatedly, his slit pupils focusing on the female villain, as she rid her way out of your strings and in the process of standing back up. Although before she could, he pointed the end of his staff towards her, then pressed the middle button of his weapon, causing it to advance in length. Hitting Floral Sequence in the stomach, sending her flying as she gritted her teeth and clasped one of her hands on the metal.

But he immediately undo the extension, making the female villain more irritated as she gets launched across a great distance away. Dying out of breath, Chat noir unlocked his baton and promptly placed it against his mouth, able to breathe again. He turned to the side, spotting you holding your hands out and looking upwards onto the little toddler from the three story building. “P-Please jump..!” The hesitation on the boy’s face didn't suffice, as you started coughing before swinging your yoyo up into a small edge, as you made your way into the window.

Grabbing him in your arms, feeling pity as you saw how stunned he was but cooperated nonetheless. The feline hero blinked, stopping himself from being captivated in his place once again, and started helping out people evacuate from their homes as well. The knowing masked bluenette arrived at the scene in hurried breaths, goodness, it was troubling to get the vines off of her frame, scolding herself internally for being clumsy.

The air pollutants seem to be ineffective to her, granting her resistance to it, while she evacuated people with no problem. As you carried down another toddler from the building, you couldn't ignore the dizziness occurring inside your mind. You could hear the toddler muttering her gratitude, but your vision is feeling hazy at the moment. Pointing where she’ll evacuate, and she gave you a quick nod before dashing off. Realizing you're almost out of breath, you try to draw back in search of air. But you felt a hand grab onto your shoulder, bringing you back. You didn't get enough time to react, when your feline companion gently set his unlocked staff against your lips, causing you to make eye contact.

“Sekkibug.. breathe.” He says calmly, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. You were dazed for a second, before listening to him and breathing through your mouth. Eyes closing in relief, as his own never left your facial features. A small tinted blush forming on the surface of his face, he assumes you haven't acknowledged it yet, or you didn't notice at all, he doesn't mind.. he could savor the 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 in his own mind.

You eventually open your eyes, feeling a lot better now that your lack of oxygen has been fixed, well- temporary. You still need to defeat Floral Sequence after all, and capture her akuma, before you're certain that the healthy source of oxygen has been brought back. “Thanks, Chat.. I owe you one.” You softly smile, as you take another breath from the oxygen his metal staff provides. Then returning his weapon back to him, the metal staff pressing against his chest. “Anytime, Cuddlebug.” His lips twisting into a warm smile, yet since the moment is in borrowed time – a burst of petals dart opposed to his line of direction.

“Watch out–!” Multimouse yelled, however the feline reacted too late, and towards the bright side – 𝘺𝘰𝘶 didn't. Releasing a grunt from the impact, as you shove him back just in time. “Ngh- Milady..!” He holds your forearm, his slit pupils grasping the vines slowly clinging around your ankle, the speed increasing as the flower blooms onto your frame. “I didn't know I'll have the known bug in Paris trapped beneath my wonderful vines.” Floral Sequence giggled evilly, using her ability and snatching you out of the hold of the masked feline.

She took her time observing your trapped form, tightening the grip of the vines. You struggled in your place, causing a grit of your teeth at the rigid vines that refused to release you. She merely laughs in sight of your desperate attempt, then her eyes perk up when the markings of Hawkmoth’s control appears on her face. And she hears his demanding voice, saying it's the perfect opportunity to steal your miraculous. “Floral Sequence, Sekkibug’s in your reach – take her Miraculous now!” As the markings on her face fades away, she grins dangerously.

“Ah yes.. this will be a benefi—”

“Cataclysm!” Her mouth fell agape as she turned her face aside, seeing the feline hero sprinting towards her. Sensing immediate danger at the ability he currently activated, and to save her own skin – she manipulated her vines as it dragged you infront of her view, resulting in your pupils widening as you saw Chat noir only a second away from making contact with your frame. The heartbeat inside your chest stopped in the middle of it, but you suddenly feel the vines bandaging your body shattering in ashes, setting you free.

The blonde feline immediately grabs hold of your arm and pulls you towards him — leading you behind his back. “Stupid cat! Ugh- I almost had it..!” Floral Sequence complained, though only earning an unusual piercing glare from the feline hero. She was about to question if she's seeing things with how she spare a second to blink, and then seeing his cocky expression plastering back onto his face. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.. that isn't a way to treat a certified customer!” He comments, as the female villain scoffed in annoyance.

Chat noir quickly spun his staff continuously, blocking Floral Sequence’s attacks. In the process, you squint your eyelids – from earlier inconvenience when Floral Sequence caught you in her suffocating vines, it gave you a chance to observe her outfit and see what stands out and what doesn't. Gaining some valuable information, while the situation you were glued to was risky, you're glad that atleast it wasn't for nothing. And you might have a concrete theory on where the akuma is hiding.

With a determined expression, you stare down on your yoyo, gripping the given chance to be able to use your – “Lucky charm!” throwing your yoyo upwards, as it bursts in magical particles creating an item. And it appears to be a.. yarn? You catch the object, looking at it for a second before spinning your yoyo repeatedly – taking Chat’s turn in blocking Floral Sequence’s attacks. Multimouse came in after evacuating the remaining individuals to safety.

“Annoying brats..! Hm, let's see.” The female villain twirls some of the vines in thought, coming up with an idea as she grins – noticing you charging towards her in an attempt to tangle her up in your yoyo’s strings. However, she disappears once again with the explosion of petals, as you and your partners turned around upon hearing another from behind. “Let's put your skills to the test, shall we?” Multiple people yell in panic, as they were being forcefully tied up with vines. And the worst part of it all, Floral Sequence once more activated the specific flower toxins.

Causing the whole ordeal into a ticking bomb for all of you. “Aw c’mon– I didn't know you were that desperate!” The masked feline chimed in before readying his weapon in hand and sprinting towards the flower villain. “Multitude..!” Multimouse calls in her ability, adjusting the said power into making her clone remaining only one, that way she doesn't shrink as much and she and her clone will be able to help without any limitations that is only beneficial to tiny purposes.

Scanning around the surroundings, one hint leading up to the vines and another as you dragged your gaze onto the street lights that's barely even visible and eventually the next step is the yarn that's on your hand. Smelling the familiar toxins, you hold your breath, then quickly get into action. You ran towards the plaguing vines onto the front buildings, hooking a part of the yarn onto the minimum thorn it has. Then doing the same in other areas as to make sure it doesn't come loose with just a bit of force. After that, you swung your way across the opposite building, adjusting the remaining yarn that you still have. Then finishing the last bit — and that is to get rid of the source of lights illuminating from the street light, making the trap a bit more difficult to notice, especially in the night.

A beep from the masked feline’s ring grasps the attention of the owner, a worried glance sent its way as he dodges the blooming flowers from having contact with his body. Seems like there is even a limit for when Floral Sequence uses her power, overdriving it could make the effects of it useless. Setting the person in his arms down, he gave her a signal to leave the scene as he spun his metal staff, cutting the attempts of Floral Sequence’s vines from catching the blonde feline.

“You know- I was thinking about buying some flowers for Milady bug~ then you lost me on the ‘roses are out of order’ line!” Said the masked feline, earning an irritated grunt from the flower villain. “Keep that in your petty dreams!” She remarked, throwing in another attack although Multimouse’s duplicate interrupted to her displeasure. Spotting the current commotion from afar, your face lights up when you see the possibility. With you placing yourself behind the set trap you assembled, backing away a few steps.

You let out a breath, before dragging your hand far behind and shooting your yoyo forward with incredible force, as it went through the narrow opening. “You're ruining my beautiful plants! Ugh, you mouse–!” A gasp left Floral Sequence’s lips, as she felt a certain yoyo wrapping around her torso. Both Multimouse’s duplicate and the female villain stare in the direction of where it came from, bewilderment covering their expression — before suddenly Floral Sequence didn't get to react in time as she's being pulled from her place, dropping her flower pot in the process. It shattered when it hit the ground- although it didn't reveal the hidden akuma.

A harsh groan escapes the female villain’s throat when she finds herself bound against the net-build yarn. Facing you from the other side of the trap, you tugged on the strings tight, a slight chuckle emerging from your lips. “Sekkibug..?! You sneaky parasite, I should've known–!” She struggled against the yarn, while you lifted your hand up, cutting her off. “Seems like your luck ran out, Floral Sequence.” You stated with a smile, as she gasped at the audacity. But before she could retort back, you pluck the flower eye patch attached to her left eye, ripping it in half. As a certain dark and purple butterfly has been revealed, flying out.

You undo your yoyo from Floral Sequence, as she falls back to the ground in defeat. “We had seen through your tricky disguise, evil Akuma.” You glide your finger across the middle of your yoyo, opening it evenly and uncovering the dimension. Smoothly latching the strings onto your pointer and middle finger, sliding it across the line as your yoyo revert backwards and wrapping around your other wrist. Before quickly retracting the movements, as you spin your yoyo simultaneously.

“Don't fret now, and face Justice..!” With that your eyesight targets the evil butterfly, and in due time you shoot your yoyo in the direction of the escaping akuma. Landing a swift capture of it as the yoyo immediately closes back – prisoning the akuma temporarily as you return the yoyo back to your hand. “Trapped ya’!” A soft smile plastered on your face, before looking down on the yoyo in hand, then pressing the front of it. Resulting in the yoyo to open once more, letting the white butterfly float out of the dimension. “Fly high, purified butterfly.” You bid farewell, gesturing your palm under the butterfly as it proceeded to fly into the sky.

The vines slowly went limp, unable to identify to possess its purpose without the control of its owner. Causing it to lose power and collapse down from the many buildings it clung around. Your lucky charm’s yarn ended up following after the collapse, as you crouched down to retrieve it back. A certain feline hero went up towards you, popping a comment as he helped you get the cluttered yarn.

“Milady, this seems tempting for a cat – I can't make promises with these~” He chuckles, as you spare him a small giggle directing his comment. “Keep a look out for your kitty mail, I might deliver one as a gift.” You replied back with a shrug of your shoulders, raising one of your eyebrows. The masked feline hummed, sending you a charming look, that smirk returning back. “I’ll keep that in mind, Cuddlebug~” You brush off his sly tone, continue gathering the scattered yarn, while Multimouse comes in to help as well.

It took a minute, but you can finally fit the yarn into your hand, some of it laying around your forearm. It doesn't seem to be that troubling though, as you hold the main portion of it tight before gesturing it down and then throwing the red and black polka dots designed item into the air. Able to let the city come back into its peaceful night, as you firmly yelled —

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

With that, the item bursts into multiple tiny ladybugs – splitting into different directions in terms of cleaning the city in its current mess that Floral Sequence has caused. Turning everything back to normal, and eventually the female that got akumatized, her natural appearance switching back. As she opens her eyes and turns her head back and forth around her surroundings. Seemingly confused. “Wha.. where am I?” She mumbled, scratching the back of her head, looking at the three masked heroes in front of her.

“Pound it!” You, Multimouse and Chatnoir say in sync, before looking back at the woman – who’s wearing a uniform of some kind with an apron, seemingly connected to her passion as a florist. Your expression softened as you saw Multimouse making her way towards the confused victim. Lending her hand and bringing her back to her feet, asking if she's okay, and she answered back with slight hesitation before saying she is.

The bluenette turned back towards both you and Chat, a calming expression on her face. “I’ll escort her back home, I have some time before I change back.” She says, and her point stands when your earring starts to beep once more, as you put a finger on top of it. Indicating two spots left, while the masked feline beside you – look over his ring and his face goes completely pale when he sees the second bar disappearing, leaving him with only one bar left before he de-transform back.

“Yeah–! Paw charges are litter-ally about to back-fire on me..!” The blonde feline quipped, obtaining a little shake of the bluenette’s head, receiving a small chuckle from her. As you blinked a couple of times at his last minute pun, your eyelids felt sort of heavy and drowsiness returning back. A snap of a finger bought you back, causing you to make eye contact with your feline companion. “Not a good place to dream about me, Cuddlebug~” He teased, lifting your chin up, and you instinctively pushed his hand to the side.

“The clock is ticking, Chat. I'm gonna head out as well..” You sent him a soft smile, nudging his suit’s bell with your finger. “If you say so, Milady.” He replied, then turning back with his metal staff in hand. He gave you and the other two a quick salute as a farewell. “Stay safe, Chat..” You say, earning a sly shrug of his shoulders then nodding his head.

“Don't worry, Cuddlebug~! This cat is capable..!” He responded back, before pressing the middle of his weapon, launching him up into the sky, until he landed on top of a building and started to hurriedly traverse further to be able to catch up to his ring’s sinking seconds.

“Au revoir, Multimouse. Take care–!” You gave them another wave, then threw your yoyo far out upwards around a concrete source. “Mhm, I’ll make sure she's safe!” Multimouse replied back, as you gently nod your head with a small smile. And eventually pulling onto the strings, as it propelled you beyond heights and into your designated point of direction. Tonight's akuma attack was a bit of a rocky road as you expected, mainly because of the toxins that were life-threatening to the city. You're just relieved it's over now, and you could go back home..

A huff of breath escapes your throat, finally arriving back to your room. You gently close the bedroom window, then hopping off the windowsill, your feet meeting the floorboards of your room. You approach your comfort bed, letting the swift de-transformation to take place as it changes you back into your civilian form. You halt in the middle of plopping down onto your bed, immediately laying your palms in front to catch your Kwami. While she softly landed onto it, hearing a faint sound emerging from her lips.

Seeing Tikki drained out of her energy stung something inside your heart, you pull your palms up – likely enough as you place a gentle kiss on top of Tikki’s forehead. “Let’s grab you something to eat, Tikki.. we can rest afterwards, hm..?” You whisper with a delicate tone, the red Kwami weakly nods her head, looking up at you with bleary eyes. You sent her a reassuring smile, before walking away from your bed and towards the exit door of your room.

You carefully twist the doorknob, peeking through the opening gap. Making sure if your parents are awake – the akuma attack might have caused them to go alert. Maybe they're watching the news downstairs..? You don't know, but they're seemingly not in the small hall leading to your bedroom. You set Tikki into the collar of your upper clothing, as the fabric covers her tiny body, leaving only her head visible. But with the dark lighting of the house, surely not even anyone would be able to see Tikki without the lights on. And even if it is on, your hair will be able to cover your Kwami from view just fine.

You carefully made your way downstairs, heavy-lidded eyes scanning around for any presence of your parents. The creaking sound of the wooden stairs caused you to stiffened in your place. Followed by your heart nearly jumping out of your chest when you heard a loud snore bouncing off the walls from your parent's bedroom. Letting out a phew upon hearing your father's snore continuing. And with that, you eventually arrived in the kitchen, in front of the fridge.

Grabbing the handle and opening it, you and Tikki were greeted by the fridge’s bright light. Your pupils falling onto the cold differently designed bread bun that is wrapped into plastic and laced with those similar neat strings, styled into a small ribbon to keep it together. You always keep these in store, considering the fact it's a favorite snack that stuck with you even as of now. You couldn't help yourself from buying a few when you can afford it, well- it was worth being broke for. Although a voice in the back of your mind is saying otherwise, you always end up brushing it off. You know how to save up some cash, okay.. sometimes is an exception!

You take one of the three stored bread buns onto the fridge’s mid shelf. The cold temperature almost makes you shiver as you close the fridge right after. And then cautiously heading your way back upstairs, turning the sort of cramped corner and into the small corridor leading to your room. Since you left your door slightly ajar, you didn't have to worry about it making a sound when you lightly pushed it open. Enough for you to slip through the space and gently twist the doorknob before fully closing the door to its limit– then that's when you let go of the doorknob. Not even a sound that will likely alert your parents, well- except for the creaking noise that happened earlier on the wooden stairs.

Sitting down on your bed, you softly took Tikki from your upper clothing’s collar. Meeting her drained form again, you undo the laces and unwrapping the plastic from the bread bun as quickly as you could. Before finally offering it to Tikki, her tiny hands tried to hold onto it, as she went in for a bite. You didn't remove your pointer and thumb from keeping the food in place – just in case so it doesn't accidentally slip or fall from Tikki’s clutch. You patiently wait for her to finish consuming the snack, looking over the view from your window for the meantime.

“Y/n..” The red Kwami calls your name, gaining your attention as you turn back to Tikki. She forms a small smile, before continuing her words. “You should change back into your sleepwear before you forget.. that fabric sticks to your frame very easily, it might cause you to be uncomfortable when sleeping.” Tikki pointed out as she fully held the half finished bread bun into her tiny hands. You look down onto your attire, pulling a part of the fabric from your skin, noticing your Kwami is right.

“Yeah, I should change..” You giggled, standing up from your bed and walking over to your bedroom cabinets where you keep your clothes. Pullling the handle to make it open and start looking for your pair of pajamas, and once you found one of the same pairs. You began removing the current clothes you have on, before changing into the pajamas. Feeling the soft and light fabric making contact with your skin, drawing a relaxing sigh from you. And without any second thoughts, you collapse down onto your comfort bed.

Sliding yourself under the covers once more, with Tikki flying down close beside you after she finished eating the food. You gave her a little scratch against her soft cheek, resulting in a small giggle to emerge from the red Kwami. You really grew attached with your tiny companion, internally thanking the heavens for giving you such a gift you cannot pay even if you offer everything you have. Although one thing is for sure.. you’ll entitle every bit of yourself into the heavy responsibility it came along with such a gift… No matter what happens, if it gets dragged down without no return.. you’ll let yourself be dragged along with it. Without question.

“Goodnight, Y/n..” Says Tikki, snuggling up against your face.

“Goodnight, Tikki.” You softly replied back, allowing your eyelids to finally rest..

Previous & Subsequent Chapters | 01 | 02 | Loading...

10 notes · View notes

ohlovxr · 2 years

Text

ajsskj tell me why when stick said something along the lines of “oh boohoo my dad died and i’m burrowing my sorrows between the legs of some supermodel” to mock matt, my sad little brain went omg imagine being matt’s sweet neighbour that stick’s observed him interacting with - seeing how obviously in love with he is and turned on by you - and saying instead “burrowing my sorrows between the legs of some neighbourhood skank” just to get that much more on his nerves.

hnngggg and it works bc matt immediately comes to his unofficial and oblivious to his infatuation girl’s defence and gets much more hostile.

and the next time he sees you!!! you’re being your usual sweet and helpful self with him and matt can’t help but pile on the praise and thankful touches which have always just been an excuse to touch you as if you’d heard what stick said about you. just one example is how he makes sure to emphasize how “this is perfect sweetheart, thank you.” and his hand rubs your arm. “you’re perfect… you know that, right?”

and it drives him crazy how fast your heart starts beating and flustered you get and interrupts your soft “i mean…” with a firm “you are” as if you not believing just how completely perfect you are was an insult to him.

#i love the sweet neighbour idea bc like #reader being all oblivious and the most she’s felt are butterflies in her stomach n stuff for her kind neighbour #but matt’s completely obsessed with her and how sweet n innocent she is and wants nothing more than to do disgusting things to her #and like he literally believes that she can do no wrong #aksjdkdj #you’re his perfect perfect girl and nothing can change that aksjdkdj #i’ve created a whole fictional world around it #like the psycho i am #this is based off that post i made a long time ago about reader being the neighbour that helps matt with little things yk #matt murdock x reader #notsfw

248 notes · View notes

elliesbelle · 10 months

Text

this is so gamer gf!ellie i’m screaming

#i’m obsessed with the fics of ellie purposely ignoring reader to tease them #but also ellie would 100% also be oblivious and misread her gf’s advances #she’s a dumbass and a nerd #belle speaks

24 notes · View notes

tonycries · 2 months

Text

AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?! - G.S.

Synopsis. When your sugar daddy just isn’t paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fúcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.

Pairing. Rich boy! Gojo Satoru x Sugar baby! Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, jealous Satoru, créampie, dirty talk, manhandling, marking, Satoru’s dad is not really present, oral (female receiving), overstim, másturbation (male), thigh riding, cúmplay, Satoru is really really down bad and filthy for you, CEO’s son! Gojo, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 8.1k

A/N. Will proofread later, lowkey scared to post this, but I just wanted it out of my mind. And in my mind, Satoru’s dad is FINE asl so-

The first time you meet Gojo Satoru is when you’re all dolled up for his father.

Designer dress just a bit too tight, running on a few too many shots of tequila, wanting to be anywhere but at this stuffy gala. Everything was too bright - too polished.

And it really didn’t help that no matter how many scathing looks or whispers that followed you, you just had to be here - it was in your contract, after all. Because luckily for you, you just so happened to be the infamous little plaything hanging off the arm of the head of Gojo Corporations.

Well, usually. Right now your sugar daddy was too busy entertaining his business partners, leaving you off to the side, praying for something - anything - to save you from this-

“Damn if I’d come to these shitty galas a lot more often if it meant I’d get to see a beauty like you.”

You jolt out of your bored little reverie, eyes immediately snapping up to meet the tall man suddenly in front of you. When did he even get so close?

You can’t help but drink him in from head to toe, from the overpriced, slightly-disheveled suit to the tiny dimple at the end of his mischievous grin. Strangely familiar white locks fell effortlessly to curtain his eyes. Eyes that were a startling blue - the kind of blue that had your cheeks flaring and knowing exactly who this was.

Oh.

At your silence, he tilts his head with the air of someone that owns this entire venue and everything in it because, well, he did. Twinkling gaze searing into your skin as it roams appreciatively all over your body, plowing on, “Though, you look like you’re on the verge of an aneurysm around these old coots.”

You sigh, pinching your nose at the curious glances around you. Not even able to find it in yourself to put on that plastic smile anymore, “Oh y’know, just soaking up my popularity with the masses after being stranded here.”

“Oh? Here with anyone?”

“Yeah.” you blurt out, “Your father.”

You watch in amusement as Satoru’s mouth falls into a delicate oh! eyes flickering over his shades between you and the handsome man on the other end of the venue, oblivious and fully enjoying himself in the company of his secretary. A bit too much without you.

“Y’know…” he starts, shaky and sounding only half the insufferable heir he was before, “I would say that’s a hilarious version of a ‘your mom’ joke but you’re actually serious, aren’t you?”

“Mhm. Though it would make a good punchline, huh?” You huff out a laugh at the way he was suddenly less of a smooth-talking playboy and more of a lost puppy. The gears turning in his head as he processes that oh shit you were the sweet lil’ thing his dad’s been suddenly rushing off to meet straight after work. And the reason why all those old fossils here were clutching their pearls in scandal.

He just didn’t expect you to be this…gorgeous. And for the first time in forever, he’s suddenly so intrigued.

Because ah, you should’ve known better than to think that this little hiccup would deter the infamous Gojo Satoru. No, in fact that million-dollar smirk only makes its way back onto his unfairly pretty face, like he’s about to spill the juiciest gossip of the century.

“So you’re the latest armcandy my ol’ man has picked up, huh? I hafta say, dear old dad has good taste.” he muses, stepping in close enough that his expensive cologne makes your head spin. “Why don’t you and I ah-” You follow Satoru’s gaze to where he was staring at the way his father was now making a beeline through the crowd. Straight for the two of you.

“Gotta run before I get my share of the company revoked.” he flashes you a quick smile, fulling intent on saving his father’s delicate ego. But not before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “But jus’ saying,” voice a pretty little purr, “I wouldn’t ever leave you standing here so alone and gorgeous, princess.”

You can only stand there, reeling from the sheer audacity as he darts into the crowd with a wink, not caring if he stepped on a few too many overpriced coattails than necessary. Wondering whether this was some bizarre dream induced by too much tequila and not enough common sense.

“Hi, sweetheart. Investors held me up, you know how it is. Having fun, huh?” A toned arm wraps around your waist as your sugar daddy finally arrives by your side. And as he went on about his latest business branch, only two thoughts ring through your mind - 1. You were seriously reconsidering this arrangement. And 2. This was going to be interesting.

And oh was it interesting.

Because Satoru always managed to find you, wherever you were. No matter if it was another droning function or a chance meeting at the sprawling Gojo Estate, Satoru always swooped in whenever his father was too busy for you. Which, fortunately for Satoru, happened to be a lot.

Hell, he seemed to find you even when you least wanted him to. Like that time he had to drag you away mid-argument with a particularly rude one of his snobby aunts. That was not a fun family reunion.

All unabashed confidence and pretty smiles where his father was cold, cold calculation. Ready with a smart mouth to bicker with you and bright eyes that seemed to linger on you a bit too long. But you didn’t mind - why would you? Because all things considered, Satoru was a very attractive man. Sure, his father was extremely handsome, too - in a clean-cut, DILF-y way, in fact. But his son was dangerously attractive.

So much so that sometimes when he swept you away from insufferable galas to talk, some strange little part of you wished it was him that you came here with instead. Just for a second.

“So, what do you see in my father anyway? His company?” Satoru asked you one day. Draping himself over his cool office desk, so comically out of place in the stiff corporate room. Legs kicking in the air as he waits for your response.

You tear your eyes away from the way his biceps were straining so deliciously against his snug button-up to deadpan, “I mean, I am his sugar baby after all, Satoru.”

“But think about it,” he whines, batting those long lashes at you. Fully intent on driving you as dangerously close to a stroke as possible before his father finishes up an important business meeting. One that he missed - whoops. “There’s close to nothing redeemable about the man. His idea of a family bonding activity is a PowerPoint presentation on quarterly earnings.”

“Satoru.”

“And either way- I’m getting the company in a few years, would ya be my sugar baby then, princess?”

Ah, there it was.

It’s been a few weeks of knowing Satoru, and those little comments still made your head spin. Second-guessing the nature of this strange little…friendship? You didn’t even know anymore. Because yeah there might’ve been a few, stupid little lingering touches - like a trace on your hips, or your hand firmly in his as he led your (temporary) escape from another lonely gala. But those meant nothing, right?

“Nah, I’d poison you and take over the company instead.”

“Hey!”

Well, whatever, he was just your sugar daddy’s son. His sharp-mouthed, dangerously handsome son that just couldn’t seem to leave you alone. Not that you were complaining, really. Your relationship with his father was not exactly exclusive - you already knew that secretary of his was a bit suspiciously close - but that’s all he’ll ever be. Right?

Or, well, that’s what you stupidly thought.

It wasn’t until one night late in the Gojo Estate, cursing those ridiculously long hallways, that you get an inkling of exactly how wrong you were.

“Ugh, fucking rich people.” you mutter under your breath, wandering around trying to find whether the fuck the bathroom was. Because it doesn’t matter how many companies and businesses Gojo senior ran, the man still sucked at directions. You hiss, rubbing the tiny bruise on your neck - and aftercare too, clearly, even though that was in that damn contract. Something about an urgent business call with his secretary. Ugh.

After three wrong doors, a trip around the in-home planetarium (seriously, who even needed that?), and chugging a full water bottle from the third kitchen in exhaustion, you finally find yourself walking towards what hopefully looked like the bathroom.

Hand reaching for the doorknob to swing it open. Ah, this better be the one or so help you-

Now, Satoru thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. And you - hair mussed, and dazed, standing there in nothing but a large button-up, falling just below your panties - looked like a sinfully beautiful lil’ demon here to lure him into hell. And oh how gladly he’d go if it means he got to see this ethereal view more often.

“Ah! Wha- Sato-”

You don’t even know if you want to scream or not - torn between taking in the sculpted chest smushed against your face and not wanting to alert security downstairs. Reeling backward you drink in the sight before you and God how you wish you didn’t - it wasn’t too good for your heart.

Satoru’s hair was tousled, droplets of water glistening on his hair like diamonds. Skin soft and damp and smelling so delicious. Bathroom light bouncing off his rippling muscles, pecs flexing, as his strong arms reach out to steady you as you reel backwards.

Traitorously, your eyes snake across his sculpted body. Dipping below once. Twice. Cheeks flaring as a pang of disappointment hits you at the damp towel wrapped around that slutty torso. Wondering what’s underneath-

“Y’should take a picture, it lasts longer.” Satoru grins, like the shameless bastard he is. Though he wasn’t in any better state - eyes flickering between you and any sliver of exposed skin his eyes could reach.

“I should be saying the same to you.” you mutter, caught red-handed, shuffling your feet in embarrassment.

Satoru lets out a low chuckle as he pulls you closer minutely, presence practically enveloping you. “Oh, me?” he says, voice dropping to a husky murmur. Thumb tracing that little spot on your neck, “S’hard not to when y’look so appetizing.”

And you don’t even try to pull away because fuck this is Satoru and he looks so good - so warm under your fingertips, even when you jolt at the realization of what exactly he was talking about. Your hand coming up to cover that tiny mark left on your skin from not-too-long ago. A shameful little reminder that this was his son.

You grapple for some - any - sense of normalcy. Warning, “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Satoru.”

He leans down impossibly, quirking an eyebrow. Both amusement and something unreadable flashing across his face. “Oh, but it’s got my father somewhere?”

“Why? Jealous?”

“Yes.”

You startle, taken aback by the blunt confession. So direct and something so Satoru. The word hands in the hair’s breadth between you two now, sending your mind reeling. And you can’t help but repeat, “Jealous?”

“Fucking yes.” There it was again.

But this time, Satoru plows on, voice barely above a whisper but ringing in the thick air. “Jealous he gets to have you all to himself but still doesn’t kiss you like you should be.”

“What do you-”

“Your lipstick.” he interrupts, swiping a thumb over your bottom lip, “Why’s it as perfect as since you came in?” And, indeed, you realize with a jolt that no you really haven’t been kissed the way you wanted - not enough to leave your make-up so sinfully ruined.

Minty breath fanning your face so dangerously now, and you barely even realize that you’re leaning into it, “If it were up to me, princess, I’d ruin that pretty lil’ lipstick of yours every chance I got.”

A delicious little shiver runs down your spine, head spinning at Satoru and his words and Satoru- And it’s all you can do to get out a shaky, “So why don’t you?”

And then he’s kissing you. And you’re kissing him - like neither of you had the strength nor the will to stop.

Satoru tasted just like candy, such an intoxicating sweetness that had you gasping as his soft tongue licked at the seam of your lips. Intertwining with yours as he breathes you in desperately. So sloppy. Such a sinful little mix of saliva and teeth and pure need.

His chest is soft under your greedy hands, lips searing against yours, and you could feel his hands wandering across every inch of skin they could find. Kissing you like he’ll never be able to again because fuck he knows that he might just not.

Long fingers dance delicately underneath that shirt to feel- oh fuck, you weren’t even wearing panties. Such a pretty lil’ slut and by God was he a goner.

Groaning into the kiss, he lets you loop your arms around his neck, hardened nipples rubbing against his abs as you tug on his damp hair. Honestly, fuck that thin shirt, Satoru thinks he might just pass out right here right now.

“S-Satoru.” you whisper against his lips, legs hiking up to grind your bare cunt against the throbbing erection straining against his towel. Already so wet from water or precum, you had absolutely no idea. You couldn’t give less of a fuck in fact, needing to see if Satoru’s cock was as pretty as the rest of him right now. Hands urgently dipping below the hem, starting to tug and-

“Hey, sweetheart. Did you find the bathroom?”

Shit. Fuck. Wonderful - perfect, in fact.

You would’ve thought Satoru burned you with how quickly you pushed him away. Cheeks burning, breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Almost slipping on the tile as you try to compose yourself at a safe distance - one that wouldn’t end up with you jumping his bones again.

But all rational thoughts of that and your sugar daddy - Satoru’s father - almost go out the window once you take in the heavenly sight before you.

Satoru’s lips swollen, hair disheveled, towel hanging slightly too low off his hips. Giving you such a pretty peak of those tufts of snowy white hair at the bottom.

“W-we shouldn’t…” you trail off, as the footsteps get louder and louder. Something prickly and uncomfortable pooling in your stomach with each beat.

Luckily for you, Satoru probably catches on to how you looked like you wanted the ground to swallow you whole right now. Voice low and control as he agrees, “Yeah, we probably shouldn’t.” No care in the world for his steadily approaching father as he lazily adjusts his towel, a gesture so nonchalant yet distracting.

You swallow hard as he moves to walk past you, thinking that if this just so happened to be a dream then by God was it a good one. But of course - when has Satoru ever let you have it easy?

Because he stops abruptly in his tracks, fingers only ghosting the doorknob. Immediately turning back to walk to you with two, big steps, eyes gleaming, dimple flashing. And before you even know what’s happening, his lips are on yours. Featherlight and fleeting. But so so addictive. Nipping at your bottom lip, savoring you on his tongue.

It’s over before you know it, and a pathetic little disappointed whine leaves you as he pulls away. A smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he mutters lowly into yours, “Y’look prettier like this.”

Ah, you weren’t happy to see him leave but how you loved watching him go. Bathroom light so pretty against all the dips and curves of his figure as he walked away. White hair reflecting the warm hue, muscles flexing, hips slightly swaying with such a slutty little confidence that only Satoru could have.

As you watch him disappear around the door, you almost forget the unwelcome visitor hot on your heels any second now and - wait - what was it that he’d said? “Prettier like this”?

Turning to the mirror and-

Oh. Shit.

You better have brought your make-up remover.

God, Satoru’s never ran to his room as fast as this since that time he was caught using his father’s elite golf clubs to play pool with Suguru.

Because as soon as that goddamn door is shut, he’s ripping his towel off. Letting it drop to the floor in a damp pile God-knows-where as he immediately fists his swollen cock.

With a groan, he leans against the shut door. Eyes scrunching in such sinful ecstasy as he squeezes the base, pulsing and so achingly hard for you. A warning and a reprimand. Shit, how the fuck did he get this hard just from kissing your pretty lil’ lips?

Ah, whatever, right now he doesn’t have the patience nor the sanity to think too hard about it. Smearing the precum beading at his weeping tip, wetting his palm so sloppily.

Neat little crescents searing into his skin where you’d grabbed him before, only thing on his mind - how would you do it?

Would you ease him into it? Or would you start up a hasty, desperate little pace like he was doing right now? Shallow, quick tugs on his thick cock like you wanted to milk him deliciously.

Satoru’s hand was cold on his angry, hot cock. And with how many times he’s slipped his into yours, he knew yours would feel better around him. Both hands wrapped around his cock but still not covering all of it. So soft and warm, your nails scraping gently across his throbbing veins.

“Shit. Hngh-” he breathes out, voice almost-pathetic, “J-jus’ like that, princess.”

And what would you say? Tell him to shut up and just take it? Would you whisper into his ear as you let him fuck himself into your pretty fists? “So hard n’ big all f’me?” Satoru’s knees buckle at the thought, hand speeding up. “Y’look so pretty like this, y’know.”

Slam! Palm slamming against the poor drawer beside him hard enough to make its legs tremble, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing.

But oh his fist doesn’t stop. No, he doubts he ever will - not that strong of a man to keep himself from getting off so filthily to the image of you standing at the doorway of the bathroom. You looked so ethereal - Satoru couldn’t help but imagine how even more sinful you’d look if he was the one done with you. Shit, you wouldn’t even be able to stand if he had his way.

“F-fuck, princess. M’gonna ruin you, gonna fuck you till you don’t know anything but m’name.”

He grips tighter on the base, thumbing under his slit in a way he knows your devious little hands would do. Fucked-out little grunts leaving his swollen lips each time his fingers meet his flushed tip.

“Ah- Ngh, fuck.” he mutters hoarsely, letting out a low, broken little call of your name. “More. Need more, princess.” He wanted you so badly that it hurt.

What the fuck did that sleazy old man have that he didn’t? And that little bite? That would be nothing compared to what Satoru would do if he got his hands on you. Yeah, he thinks, body shuddering violently, he’d mark you up till everyone knows you’re his. Leave bites that peak out from your collar, all the way down to your pretty thighs.

“Y’belong with me pretty, could fuck you so much better.” Sweat drips from his brow, splashing onto his erratic fist. Thighs quivering, heart pounding wildly in his chest.

Satoru would almost be embarrassed by how desperate he was acting if he was in any better state of mind. Head only filled with you, and your hand and you-

And fuck for the sake of his sanity he can’t even begin to imagine how it would feel inside your pretty lil’ cunt. All he can think of is the way you’d keen so prettily, mewling out a little, “Oh s’too big.”

Would you take him all in one go? Look up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes as you milk his cock? Or would he have to ram his dick into you, because shit as much as he loves that bitchy mouth, it would look so much better gasping and stuttering as he fucks you dumb.

“Oh yeah.” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Such a good lil’ slut f’me. Taking m’so well.”

God his hand was so sloppy on his dick that he didn’t even know what he was doing anymore. Just wanting to fuck you and have you do this f’him.

Ah, your plushy walls would suck him in so nicely. One hand speeds up on his cock, while the other reaches down to cradle his balls. Tugging and pulling at the same jerky rhythm they would smack your ass while he stuffs you full.

So much better than any other sugar daddy ever could. Oh how Satoru would love to mess up your pretty pussy and your lipstick. He’d fucking tattoo your lipstick stains on if he could.

And you’d be able to do nothing but gasp and whimper into his lips, cockdrunk and dazed, “Shit shit shit- Toru m’gonna - Hah- Wanna cum. Please wan’ cum-” Oh how he’d burn down this entire fucking world to hear you call him that.

“Fuck,” he curses, bucking into his fist, tight balls twitching so sensitively. “Fuck...fuck fuck fuck. M’gonna cum- shit- gonna cum, princess.”

“Cum f’me, Toru. Fill me up with y’cum- wanna take all of it.”

And then he’s cumming.

A ragged, raw moan of your name leaving his lips. Thick, hot ropes of cum that should be painting your pussy white - but, alas, he’s spilling into his fist so shamefully. And amongst the stars behind his eyes he’s sees you - you you you-

You, fucking your cunt deeper onto his cock to take every drop of his cum. You, whispering sweet little praises as his seed gushes down your thigh, telling him that oh he’s doing so well, and he’s the best boyfriend ever and you already want more-

You, at the arm of his father.

Shit, he needs to shower. Again.

---

Ever since that little incident that night, everything changed.

At this point, you didn’t even feel that usual little bitterness whenever your sugar daddy canceled for some urgent business. And, well, it made you blush to admit but you found yourself heading over to the Gojo Estate more and more frequently, often just to catch a glimpse of Gojo - or a quick kiss in the stuffy broom closet. Whichever left you more time to run away from looming security and his father.

But that was exactly the problem.

Because no matter how thick the tension lingering in the air between you two was, nothing had gone past heated kisses and touches. Either you were brought back to reality with the possibility of being arrested for indecent exposure at those galas, or someone just had to interrupt. Seriously, with how many times Satoru has had to pay off his poor personal assistant, you’ve been wondering whether he actively seeks you two out.

And it really didn’t help that Satoru always tasted so goddamn delicious. Fingers searing on your skin, cologne heavy in the heady air, it was hard to keep your hands to yourself.

But, hey, desperate times bring devious measures.

Which is why you were here right now - sinking into the plushiest bed at the Gojo Estate, clad in your delicate light blue lingerie. One that was custom-made in this specific shade of blue. Because while your sugar daddy preferred you in red, you’re sure he wouldn’t mind you using his credit card for other ulterior motives, right?

You just hoped that Satoru would just so happen to get a peak when you sneak out to use the bathroom later. What would he say? Would he like it? Would his eyes roam over your body, fingers twiddling with the flimsy lace?

But more importantly - would it be enough to make him break? Even if just a little bit?

Knock! Knock! Knock!

You’re startled out of your little whirlwind thoughts by knocking on the door. Steady, and matching your racing heart. Ah, Satoru’s father, you hastily get up to fix your hair.

“Yo, princess, are you naked or can I come in? Or can I come in when you’re naked?”

That wasn’t your sugar daddy.

Not even thinking of your current outfit anymore, you rush to throw the heavy wooden doors open to see that, yes, it really was Satoru standing at the door. All bright grins and flushed cheeks as he drinks you in. Brows raising as his eyes move down from your face once. Twice. Thrice.

Success.

“What’re you doing here, Satoru?” you bat your lashes deceivingly innocently. Trying to hold back the smirk threatening to curl your lips at the way he gulps.

“Uh- My father’s off to some urgent b-business.” he murmurs, scratching the back of his neck. “Told me to tell you he’s sorry and wishes you the breas- best.”

Oh.

Well, it wouldn’t be the first time Satoru’s father has canceled on you. But it would be the first time that he’s canceled on you so conveniently enough to leave you alone with his unfairly hot son. Now, you couldn’t let the opportunity go to waste, right?

You lean slightly against the door, body ghosting Satoru’s, teasing him, “Well, when is my dear sugar daddy coming back from his business? Tell him I miss him.”

It’s a joke - and both of you probably know it. But that doesn’t stop Satoru’s brows furrowing ever-so-slightly, suddenly a different man from the flustered one he was just a few seconds ago as he mutters, “I don’t think he’ll be back tonight.”

“Aww, must be some important business.”

He clenches his jaw aggressively at that, gritting out a clipped little, “You do know that ‘business’ of his is his secretary right?”

“I know. What a shame, right? Guess I’ll just have to go home n’ wait for him then?” you mockingly sigh - God, someone give you an Oscar. Moving to close the door in Satoru’s face, only to be stopped by a large hard smacking into the doorframe - as you knew it would.

“You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m gonna let you come out looking like that and let you go home without tearing it to shreds.”

And that’s all that is said before his lips are on yours.

The door is slamming shut before you know it, and you’re shoved against it. Satoru’s lips such a sloppy mix of teeth and spit. Hands just everywhere - cradling your cheek, teasing your nipples through your bra, running down to squeeze and grope your ass. He just couldn’t get enough of you.

Fuck twiddling with the lace, Satoru seemed well and fully intent to rip it off of you. And you’d let him. Just like he was letting you shove his overpriced button-up down his toned shoulders. Soft little rips sounding in the heady air at the urgency but neither of you could give less of a fuck.

All you could think of is the way Satoru was so pretty and muscled. Drinking in all the dips and curves of pale skin underneath your fingertips.

“Fuck, princess. Chose this color on purpose, huh?” his fingers dive under the hem of your bra, “Wanted to drive me crazy, mm?”

“Y-yes, Satoru.” you gasp into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. “Wanted you to look at it. Got it custom-made all f’you.” words muffled as he sucks on your tongue. Satoru was always such a messy kisser, licking at the seam of your lips and intertwining his tongue with yours with no shame or shyness. A delicate trail of drool already starting at the corner of your mouth.

Ah, it was too much for him. Satoru almost thinks he could cum in his pants right now at your sinful little admission.

Which is why he pulls away to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, letting out a broken little hum of appreciation into your skin. “Thought so.”

And then your bra’s hitting the floor, tits spilling out into the cold bedroom air. But only for a split-second because Satoru’s immediately groping each and every inch of skin he can find.

“Look so fucking beautiful like this.” Rolling your swollen nipples between two fingers as he mutters - more to himself than you, “Was gonna let him see you in this slutty lil’ thing, too?” leaning down to tongue lazily little circles on one nipple. Words muffled as he wraps his lips so prettily around your tit - tugging, just grazing with his teeth, “Matching my eyes, huh? Fuckin’ gonna be the death of me shit-”

Satoru was insatiable. Wanting all of you all at the same time. And you follow his line of sight to see him locked on your dripping cunt - soaking through the thin fabric of your panties. Clenching around nothing as his pretty pink lips fall into a soft oh! at the sight.

Like a madman, he immediately drops to his knees. But you don’t think he even feels the pain as he bites down on the hem of your wet panties. Looking up at you with dazed eyes - miles away.

Breath ghosting your quivering cunt, tugging lightly with his teeth, “Next time, I’m gonna be the one buying you these.”

Then he’s pulling - tearing your drenched panties to shreds. Grinning so devilishly around it as he gets his first sight of your pretty pussy. Oh you were so perfect for him. So mouthwateringly wet.

“Shit, princess. Can’t believe you were fucking holdin’ out on me.” he muses in wonder, eyes wide at the way your sloppy pussy was glistening in the dim lighting.

“You were the one that-”

And usually, Satoru loves hearing you run your mouth, but this time he’s shutting you up by diving face-first into your dripping cunt. Cute little mewls leaving you as he presses so shamefully deep that his nose was against your throbbing clit, rubbing languidly as he licks a thick stripe up your swollen folds.

And then it was like something snapped.

Because one taste of you and Satoru’s going wild. Throwing a leg over his shoulder to lick more desperately all all over your cunt, lapping up all the juices that gush out of you. Already so addicted because shit you were so much sweeter than in his dreams.

“Ah! Hngh- please.” you mewl, as he wraps his glossy lips around your swollen clit. All you get is a feral little grunt, his jaw parted, eyes looking like he’s on cloud nine as starts to suck harshly. Filthy little squelches filling the air as Satoru rolls his tongue across your clit. “Feels, s’good, Satoru.”

But your cute little whines turn into one of disappointment as Satoru pulls away ever-so-slightly. “Call m’Toru.” he slurs.

And he doesn’t waste any more time, tongue swishing in his mouth to spit on you once. Twice. Missing ever so slightly, and splattering on your thigh. You flinch, gasping out a breathless little, “Toru!”

“Oh shit, princess. Yeah- say m’name jus’ like that” he groans, ragged and raw. The last thing out of his mouth before he’s squeezing his soft tongue into your snug cunt. Dipping into your sloppy hole in and out in and out in and-

“He ever made you feel this good?” he moans into your cunt, the vibrations making you fuck yourself deeper into his unrelenting tongue.

“W-what?”

“He ever made you feel this good? Cum so hard you see stars?”

You gasp out a pathetic little sob, “N-no. Want to- Wan’ you to make me cum, Toru. Make me cum around your tongue.”

And, well, what his girl wants - then she’s going to get. Because Satoru’s lapping at your cunt even more greedily than before.

Stretching you out, breathing you in, looking up at your cute expression through his long lashes. Already so fucked-out for him.

Nose rubbing purposefully in small circles on your clit. Fucking you with his tongue the way he wants to with his cock and he didn’t give a fuck if he suffocated in-between your thighs - he fucking loved it.

“Hngh- shit shit shit yes!” your nails are digging into Satoru’s scalp at this point. The only thing steadying yourself to prevent you from collapsing onto the ground. And you really can’t help but angle his head just right so that his tongue curls against that one spot inside your plushy walls.

Thankfully, he gets the memo. Because Satoru’s letting out a strangled little grunt at being so used by you as you drag your cunt across his pretty mouth. Body jerking into his as he hits that spot over and over-

“T-Toru- hah!” thighs quivering, Satoru’s grip bruising as he holds you up. “M’m gonna-” Your plushy walls sucking him up, thighs squeezing around his face.

“Mhm?”

“Cum! M’gonna cum- ah- fuck fuck fuck-”

He groans huskily into your cunt. Throwing his head back ever-so-slightly to let your slick slide down his throat - greedily waiting for more that was to come. “Then show me how you cum, m’girl. Cum all over my tongue.”

And then you are - all over Satoru’s pretty face. And fuck he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked prettier. Holding his head in place as you rock your hips into his waiting mouth, letting him drink you in so greedily. Clamping down on his tongue like you were trying to milk him.

And if you were in any better state of mind, you’d notice the delirious little heart eyes that Satoru was giving you, your cunt firm on his face and swollen lips letting out such pretty whines of his name. Toru Toru Toru - like a prayer as you fucking use him for your high.

Ah, he could stay like this forever, he thinks. But no, an empty house and you all wet n’ pretty for him means there’s too much more to do.

Which is why he’s pulling away, your slick decorating his lips so prettily. Smeared across the bottom half of his face and dripping onto the hardwood floor in a maddening little drip! drip! drip!

And Satoru knows, with the way you watch him so intensely, mouth parted, eyes glossy. Which is why he runs a thumb along his mouth, pooling your juices on his fingers and popping them into his mouth. One by one.

Your jaw drops a little in disbelief as Satoru licks his fingers clean, eyes rolling to the back of his head at your addictive taste. Oh he was ruining you without even touching you.

“Not enough, princess.” he chuckles. “C’mon, gimme a kiss.”

And, really, how could you ever say no to that face? Because you’re pulling him to you as soon as Satoru stands to his full height. Capturing his lips in such a sloppy, filthy kiss - forcing you to taste yourself and you half-lucidly wonder whether Satoru loved the taste almost as much as you because it was so him.

Bodies so close that your dripping cunt was seeping into his unfairly tight shirt. Forming a lewd little dark patch when Satoru lifts you effortlessly to guide you to the bed. Tongue still entwining obscenely with yours as he splays you out on the soft mattress for him. Drinking in that adorable lil’ shock on your face as you bounce on the bed, so drunk off of him that you didn’t even realize he was taking you to the bed.

“Shit, y’look the prettiest like this, princess. S’a wonder m’not fucking passing out right now.” he hisses into your lips.

“Toru-” you whine, and shit the way his cock jumps at the mere sound of your voice makes you think that this will be a little trick you’re using more often. “Wan’ your cock s’bad. Wanna-”

You don’t even have the patience to finish the sentence before you’re fumbling with his belt. Something hefty and overpriced but you can’t possibly think about that right now because fuck you get the first sliver of milky skin.

Satoru’s thighs were so sculpted and thick. It made your mouth absolutely water to wonder what it would feel like to ride them to insanity.

“Y’wanna ride my thighs? Fuck princess, you really are driving me crazy.”

Shit had you said that out loud?

Ah, well, it doesn’t matter because Satoru’s pulling his boxers down - so tight with his swollen cock, a dark patch right where his weeping head was. And you almost pout at losing the opportunity to take them off but oh how you’re distracted by the sinful sight before you.

Satoru was massive - so long and flushed your favorite shade of pretty pink. Shit, you were going to have to get a lingerie set in this color one of these days. He was achingly hard and throbbing, springing up to smear precum all over his abs.

And before you can even react, Satoru’s pulling you to him. Manhandling your pretty self so easily to straddle one, large thigh.

“Oh- hngh, Toru.” you look up at him all doe-eyed and teary as he doesn’t even wait for you to register what’s all happening. Grip bruising on your hips as he rocks your hips so sluttily on his leg. “F-feels s’good. Ah-”

“Yeah? Y’like it? Like getting yourself off like a lil’ slut on my thigh?” he groans into your ear, low and husky with need.

You nod wildly, sloppy pussy dripping all over his thigh, seeping into his skin as you grind your hips to meet his movements. “Like it s’much- ah-”

“Mhm? Better than anything he could ever do?”

“Yes yes yes, Toru-” you sob, cheeks burning as you realize that you’re humping him like a bitch in heat - but oh judging by the carnal little glint in his eyes, he liked it. Loved it, even. Because Satoru could feel the way your swollen folds spread to grind against him, clit pulsing so maddeningly against his skin. So filthy and messy as you used him to get yourself off. “S’much better- the best-”

He just didn’t expect to feel a soft hand wrapping around his cock. Eyes flying open to see you - all glassy-eyed, and fucking yourself on his thigh - wrap a hand around his cock. Starting to move in shallow, unsteady little motions up and down his throbbing cock to get him off at the same time as you.

“Wan’ you to cum, too, Toru.”

“Oh fuck.” he grunts, letting his hips fuck up into your fist in mindless little motions. “Y’don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

And with that his fingers were digging into the skin of your hips, forcing you to hold on for dear life as he drags your dripping cunt faster and faster across his thick. Movements erratic and frenzied now.

Of course, you were not one to be out-done.

Satoru’s precum spilling down your hand, your wrist now aching and wet, becoming so, so sloppy trying to get both yourselves off. But you still tighten your fist around his pulsing cock, desperately flying up and down his length. Pulling in quick, jerky motions to milk him for all he’s worth again and again and-

“You’re so oh- good f’me, princess.” he hums. “Your hngh- hands are so p-pretty wrapped around my cock. So perfect for me.” Bucking his hips wildly to meet your hand now, fucking your fist with no shame. Pulling you harsher on his thigh. “S’such a shame you had to hah fuck- meet my father first. I’d have been so much better.”

“Toru!” you squeal as one hand moves deftly from your hips to draw quick, hasty little circles on your throbbing clit. The friction from his thigh and fingers too much to handle.

“I’d make you happier.” Your body is shaking now, hands messy and trembling around his swollen cock. “I’d make you laugh more and give you all m’time.” You can’t even look at him at this point, eyes scrunched close in ecstasy as Satoru whispers these maddening little phrases into your open mouth.

“I’d make you cum harder.”

Oh and then you are - tears in your eyes, body convulsing into his as you cum. And of course he’s smirking smugly as he watches you ride your high out on his thigh, brows furrowed and bottom lip bitten in concentration as he holds off cumming. Not now. Not yet.

“So, better than him or not?”

But shit was it hard.

Especially when you raise your pretty, barely-lucid eyes to meet his, whimpering out a soft little, “I don’ know yet, Toru. Gonna hafta stuff me full of your cock if you wanna know.”

And perhaps for the first time since you walked in on him after the shower that night, the great Gojo Satoru is taken aback. Eyes widening in surprise, kiss-bitten lips falling into a soft oh! of disbelief. But not for long - never for long - because a devilish little grin breaks out across his face immediately afterwards.

“Shit, y’really are perfect f’me, princess.”

With a low growl, Satoru is easily pulling your body - limp and boneless in his hands - to straddle his toned hips.

You let out a yelp at the feeling of his fat tip just kissing your swollen folds, dragging teasingly along them, collecting the slick beading out of your sloppy cunt. Back and forth-

“Who’s got you feeling this way?”

“You, Toru.”

And then he’s pushing in, swollen cock bullying into your snug pussy. Thumbs drawing steady little circles on your hips - yes to reassure you but also to fight off that feral little part of himself that just wants to stuff your pretty lil’ pussy full until his heavy balls smack your ass. Not even waiting for you to adjust.

But no. No, it was so much better when you were the one desperately trying to suck up his cock. Gasping and moaning out strangled little whimpers of his name as you sink yourself down on his throbbing dick. Inch by fucking inch.

“S’too big- Hngh! I-is it even halfway in?” you whimper out, and Satoru could almost laugh humorlessly as he tilts his head to glance downwards and shit- he was barely a quarter in.

“No.”

“F-fuck” cute little tears streaking down your face now, thighs trembling, “Toru, I-I don’t think I can-”

“You can. And you will.” Fucking up into you in short, rapid little jabs to squeeze himself deeper into your tight pussy. Shit, it was such a squeeze, you were milking the ever-loving soul out of him. And it only made him impossibly harder inside you, making you whine and grind down - torn between chasing the feeling of being so deliciously full and the sheer pressure. “Shit, love when your pussy’s sucking me up so good.”

One hand is on your hip, sliding you farther and farther down his cock, the other drawing urgent, quick patterns on your clit. Not even circles anymore because shit Satoru doesn’t have the patience nor the sanity for that. Throbbing veins rubbing so sinfully against that one spot in your dripping cunt, splitting you apart to the same rhythm as the pulsing.

And as soon as your ass meets his heavy balls - already so wet with precum and slick - Satoru doesn’t even know if he’s on planet Earth anymore. Mind spinning, he doesn’t waste any time at all.

“Fuck yes.” Satoru hisses, throwing his head back. “Fucking finally.” He pulls his hips back, far enough that his angry, red tip is just kissing your sloppy entrance, surging forward, forward, forward- “Y’don’t know how fucking long I’ve wanted this, princess. Needed this s’bad, so so bad you don’t understand. Shit.”

And, hey, his girl deserved to be fucked dumb, right?

“Needed this ever since I saw you at that goddamn gala.” he whispers into your lips, ragged and so fucked-out. Each word punctuated by a harsh, heavy thrust. Ones that have you keening and grasping Satoru’s broad back for support. Nails raking down his shoulders as his pace gets faster. More purposeful.

And you can do nothing but take it, barely even able to form any coherent sentences. So prettily sat on Satoru’s lap as he fucks into you, babbling sweet little nonsenses made for your ears only. “Ever since I saw that murderous little glare you threw at those snobby guests.”

His balls smacking against your ass over and over. A quick, steady little tempo that you were losing your mind to. “Ever since you let me take your hand and drag you away to that secret bar to take shots instead of champagne.”

You don’t know whether you’re even crying at this point - all you know is that your cheeks are wet and your voice is broken as your let out a little, “F-fuck, Satoru- but your fa-”

“Fuck that.” he whines, and you could almost laugh at the adorable pout that makes its way onto his face. And at that you can feel him jolt so deliciously, head snapping up to meet yours. “I’m the better one.”

And as if he’s trying to prove it to your cunt, he’s drilling into you faster. Harder. Hips burning now as he fucks you like some animal. Hitting that sweet spot over and over. “I’m the one with the personality and the looks.” Long fingers almost a blur on your clit as he matches his place. Cock hot, and throbbing inside you.

“I’m the heir, I get the company, too, if that’s what you like.” He’s bouncing you on his cock animalistically now. Hungry gaze taking in the way you’re sucking him up so well. “And I’m funnier one, I’m the one that should be by your side.”

You see stars behind your eyes at both the pleasure and sheer overstimulation as Satoru starts fucking your cunt as best he could without fucking breaking you - but, honestly, he didn’t give a shit if you cried. He just wanted to stuff you full and have you cum harder than you ever have in your life.

“Fuck- fuck yes m’gonna cum Toru- hngh.” You pull him closer to you, allowing him to bury his face in the crook of your neck. “M-make ah! Make me cum, fill me up please, Toru.”

You feel him shudder inside you, balls squeezing so painfully. Hips sloppy and absolutely soaked with precum and slick. “Sh-shit, you’re not too good for m’heart. Ngh, f-fuck- I should be the one to make you cum. Over and over until you don’t know what it feels like to not.”

“Toru!” your eyes fly open, “Yes yes yes- it’s you. Only you-”

Oh, like something snapped then Satoru’s surging forward to bite down on the crook of your neck. Hard. You’d almost think he was out to draw blood. And then with a low groan, and one, harsh little thrust, Satoru’s cumming and cumming inside your pretty pussy. And you are too - back arching as you milk his cock through his high.

Fingers digging into your skin as he holds your hips to his, letting your cunt be filled up so sloppily. Pumping thick, hot ropes of seed that dribbled out of you each time he pumped his hips into yours. Fucking it deeper and deeper inside you.

And then you’re both collapsing, the exhaustion suddenly hitting the both of you as Satoru moves you both to lay on the mattress. Fuck, Satoru watches in wonder as his cum gushes out of you and forms a wet little pool on the expensive sheets as he starts to pull out. One round might just not be enough.

Yet not yet - he can feel his eyes drooping, muscles aching as he pulls your sticky body closer to his. And Satoru knows he should get up and wipe you both down. But right now, he’s too drunk off the heat of your body and that angry little bite on your neck. Distracted by the cute lil’ expression on your face, so tired and thoroughly fucked out. Fingers playing with his hair, looking at him with an expression so fond - just like in his dreams.

Nothing more is said. And all is quiet in your strange little heaven.

That is, until - “So, princess. Wouldn’t ya wanna be an heiress instead of a sugar baby?”

A/N. How we feeling???

Plagiarism not authorized.

#gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #tonywrites

8K notes · View notes

chuluoyi · 10 days

Text

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 !

- gojo satoru x reader // zen'in naoya x reader

in the wake of your scandalous divorce, you fall into the arms of emperor gojo satoru. for a while, you believe you have found love… until it becomes clear that your new husband is scheming behind your back! love, marriage, divorce… are you doomed to go through this path the second time?

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—might be ooc, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, marriage of convenience, explicit smut, pregnancy

note: loosely inspired by and taking some elements of manhwa remarried empress. this is the second part of remarried empress au trilogy! wc. 9.2k ! thank you so much for your love in the first part🩵 but as of now, TAGLIST IS CLOSED so i'd appreciate it if the comment section won't be flooded with asks for tags :')

credit header goes to @/kakashismain_ in twitter!

prev. all hail the empress | last. long live the empire (soon!)

general masterlist | series masterlist

Heavens, help me... I love her too damn much!

For Gojo Satoru, love was once an abstract concept. At first, he thought it was admiration, or a sense of obsession—

But on the day he watched you become Zen’in Naoya’s bride, Satoru realized it was much deeper than that. It felt like the sharpest sword had pierced straight into him and lodged itself there.

And then, years later— as if hearing his prayers, you became his. Since then, his life was perfect, because he wasn't lying when he said that you were everything he wanted in life.

Yet in a twist of fate, that same sinking, horrific feeling washed over him... as he watched the pagoda he built for you engulfed in flames.

You were there. Satoru felt himself staggering as he took in the mortifying sight. You and his unborn child are inside!

He didn't waste a breath as he dashed towards where you were, crushing everything in his path in the process, but just as he was about to enter the scorching temple—

“Satoru, no!” Suguru grabbed him, restraining him with his own body. “Get back!”

“No!” he screamed at him frantically. “She is there! Suguru, let go—!”

And then the worst happened, as the pagoda completely crumbled into a heap of rubble. Satoru's breath was knocked out of him as he faced the reality that he couldn't save you in time. And he felt like losing his consciousness as he wheezed, and thrashed in Suguru's hold.

It was all too much for him to comprehend as he struggled against the devastation before him.

How... did this happen? You were happy. You were about to welcome a child into your lives! The two of you really were...

SEVERAL WEEKS PRIOR

Your husband is trying to use you to wage a war... against your homeland.

You secluded yourself in your study, trying to make sense what you just overheard.

In a broader perspective, Satoru's actions could be constituted as national defense. If he perceived the Eastern Empire as a threat, then countermeasures were indeed necessary. But if not...

Regardless, it was not the very idea that blew you, but how he planned to use you to sway sentiment in your former country, to weaken them.

Is that what he's been aiming all this time? You felt like a hypocrite to question this since you too were using him. But these days, you were certainly not using him—you were falling in love with him.

It was strange, because you were supposed to be furious if that was his intent from the start. Yet what you felt right now was profound sadness, possibly even denial and heartbreak. You kept thinking how there must be another explanation—

“Sweetheart, hello~!”

You were startled when the door to your study was suddenly flung open, and the man from your thoughts strode in with a broad grin, completely oblivious to your inner turmoil.

"Satoru." You fixed him with a genial smile, even as nausea churned within you. Straightening your skirts, you looked up at him.

"I've been told you haven't been well, and Shoko said you've seen the physician," Satoru frowned, his long fingers cradling your face as he half-sat on your desk. "How did it go? What did he say?"

"Oh..." you clammed up, feeling at loss. "He said..."

Your dashing husband tilted his head curiously, bright eyes softened, worried lines etched on his face were so clear... and despite your conflict, you didn't have the heart to deny him this news.

"I'm with child." This time, your smile was genuine as you pushed back your intrusive thoughts. "Satoru... I'm carrying our child."

For a full ten seconds, Satoru was stunned, staring at you with a blank expression, his lips slightly parted. "H-huh...? Child? A... baby?"

"Mm-hm. A living baby."

"O-oh..." Satoru blinked his eyes rapidly—looking at your face, then your abdomen—before his expression broke into absolute wonder, broadly grinning. "T-that's... oh— it's—!"

To say he was speechless didn't cut it as he stuttered, messed his hair, pinched his own cheek, becoming restless yet looking so incredibly giddy—

"My queen!" Satoru suddenly lifted you and spun you around midair. "My beautiful wife—!" before gently sitting you on the desk and burying his face in your skirts, hugging your waist tightly. "Good lord, I'm— I'm so—!"

It hadn't truly dawned on you until now that you were going to become a mother. Witnessing Satoru's unabashed reaction as he nestled his face into you… nearly brought tears to your eyes.

Right in this moment, you didn't entertain any other thoughts. You were deeply moved by your husband's overwhelming excitement for your baby. And the realization that, despite Naoya's accusations—

Satoru looked up at you the second you sniffled, and he immediately drew you closer, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Hey, no tears, yeah?" He rested a hand on your jaw, his eyes sparkling with utter adoration as he gazed at you. "This is wonderful. We're going to be parents. This child... a part of you and me—we're going to bring them into the world."

You tugged his collar close and brushed your lips against his. And he responded with equal fervor. You yearned for this closeness with him.

. . .

But still in the back of your head, that lingering, buried fear whispered—

Is the man who adores you this much... capable of hurting you to the same extent?

With your bare bodies pressed closely, and you under him, Satoru could sense the rapid beat of your heart. And in return, you felt the heat of his palms against your skin and the tremors in his breath.

Yet now, in your marital bed, it quickly became clear to him that you, who were usually so composed and collected, were nervous. Satoru couldn't suppress the smile spreading across his face even if he tried.

"This is far from our first time, Empress." His coy smirk taunted you as he littered kisses along your jawline and chest. "What are you so jittery about, hmm?"

"Ah..." you let out a soft sigh as he sucked your breast with his mouth. "N-nothing... you're mistaken."

"Hmm... not confessing? Right..." He then grabbed the generous mound of your other breast and fondled it, making you squirm and moan.

But in the midst of this eroticism, suddenly your mind was thrown back to—

“That’s why I have her here.”

"Satoru," you breathed out, catching his hands. He looked up to you in slight surprise, thinking that you wanted to stop.

But he was in for a plot twist when you first pushed him, then flipped him underneath you, straddling him and capturing his lush lips, yanking his hair in the process.

"Whoa— hey..." Satoru held your hips, visibly startled but clearly enjoying your sudden whim, snickering. "My queen—ohh— you're a sight to behold, on top of me."

He grabbed the flesh of your bottom, sinking his fingers into it and pulling you forward. You let yourself be moved until your thighs were next to his ears.

Suddenly, it was, at once, the most peculiar experience—the greatest confidence boost you had ever received, and the hottest thing he had ever seen.

"You're so damn wet already," your husband nipped your inner thigh playfully as he observed your folds, and you gasped. "Are you ready?"

In response, you slammed yourself onto his face because, right now, you were in a less than forgiving mood.

"You look good under me," you darkly retorted, but then you choked on your own breath when your husband started licking your folds messily with his tongue.

Satoru smirked at the sound of your breathless noises, responding by lapping even more fervently. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tightening their grip on his scalp as you began to grind yourself against his face.

"You a-are really n-nasty!" you moaned, voice breaking at the feeling his sinful tongue parting your opening. "Maybe y-you have lied to me… all th-is time."

Satoru furrowed his brows in slight confusion, and perhaps a bit of annoyance, as he pinched your clit in retaliation, causing you to draw in a sharp breath.

"You're— awful!" but contrary to your claims, your face contorted with pleasure as the tight coil in your belly spasmed. "How m-many women... h-have you beguiled like m-me?"

He almost laughed into your ass. Literally. If being called awful was the price for pleasuring the most beautiful woman in the lands, then Satoru would be happy to be that horrible person every day of his life.

But then, you suddenly shifted on top of him, no longer positioning your hips in his face, and he quickly caught your face, crashing his lips against yours so both of you wouldn’t part for even a second.

"Nobody else," he murmured, wet lips and tongue ravishing yours, so much lust glistening in his eyes. "I'm all yours— forever." Just as he whispered it amidst pants, he groaned when your hand sneakily went to his very hard length.

And firmly grasped it. He got swollen just by tasting you and hearing your noises earlier. He growled, and against his senses, he pushed you down to lodge it inside you, penetrating and splitting you apart in one go.

“Ah—! Satoru— it’s too…!” you babbled breathlessly, your nails digging into his shoulders, feeling his huge cock pulsing inside your tight walls.

“Your fault,” he rebuked, eyes narrowing into darker shades, rigorously moving his hips against yours as he sat up. It was impossible to hold it in any longer, he could feel it already.

He tensed up, adjusting his position, so close to losing it inside you, and when he heard your dirty mewls and felt you shudder—reverberating through his body too—Satoru gripped your waist tighter, groaning, holding you in place to release his load inside you with precision.

Your body gave in as well, releasing at the same moment his cum burst inside you. Your vision blurred as the nastiest of moans escaped you, yet you felt so safe as your husband caught you in his arms.

. . .

"Are you okay?" Satoru asked worriedly after you rolled off him in the aftermath of your bliss. "Do you feel sick?" Your unfocused eyes met his, and he looked panicked, pulling you closer. "Shit, did I go too far? I shouldn't have, especially with the baby still in the early stages..."

"I'm... okay," you croaked, trying to reassure him. "Just tired..."

Heaving a relieved sigh, Satoru pecked you in the lips.

"Am I... a mess?" you leaned on him with a blissful smile, feeling his cum still trickling out between your legs.

"Yeah... My beautiful mess, that is." Satoru chuckled, reveling in the state of your disarray. "Soon enough," his hands traced your skin before settling on your tummy, a fond smile curving his lips. "Our baby will grow here."

"Yes—" you replied, placing your palm over his. "Do you... want a boy or girl?"

A boy would be the much sought-after prince, and you fully expected him to favor it, until to your surprise, Satoru lightly hummed and pressed a kiss on your belly button.

"Does that matter? What's important is you deliver them safely and they're healthy," he chuckled. "A princess will be nice... she'll turn out to be as lovely as you."

"But the heir has to be a prince..."

"Nah. I can always amend the succession norms. I'm the emperor."

And you giggled next. Seeing how free you looked, Satoru thought you were the woman overturning his skies and stars, and you truly are—as now you are the mother of his own flesh and blood, his future empire.

There will be a nation-wide celebration for you. Satoru insisted it was a must, and he would invite dignitaries from neighboring empires and kingdoms as well.

Including the Eastern Empire.

. . .

“Your Majesty. I... bring a gift and an invitation from the Western Empire.”

Naoya clacked his heel on the carpet, casting a sharp, yet uninterested look at his aide.

“There will be a celebration for—” the poor man gulped uneasily, faltering as if he could foresee how his emperor would react. Naoya scowled.

“Spit it out.”

“The former empress’ pregnancy, Your Majesty!”

“What...?” At that moment, he snapped his head towards him. It felt like everything he had ever known came crashing down. “Y/N...?”

That can’t be possible. For many years both of you had failed. That was why he took that maid and divorced you. No, upon reflection, it was never truly his intention to divorce you—he had wanted you to raise that child if you couldn't bear one.

But then you completely ignored him and had an affair with Gojo Satoru. He was furious. He couldn't bear the disgrace of it all, so he went with the divorce, if only to assert some control. However, the joke was on him, as you ultimately fled with Gojo entirely.

But if you aren’t infertile... Then, what did that make him?

Numerous thoughts ran through his mind. Was it possible that it was his child instead of Gojo’s? How many months had it been anyway?

...or could it be that he is the one who is—!

“No...” he muttered, frantic, taking sharp breaths. “Absolute rubbish!”

The aide stared at him in fear, as Naoya appeared unhinged now. But soon, that fear gave away to pity, as the emperor trashed his desk and howled in frustration— but contrary to the expected fury, Naoya looked like he was mourning, evident by the way he flung everything but the very portrait from his coronation day.

Of him and you. Even after that disastrous divorce, he had never taken it down from the wall of his study. Now, Naoya was staring at it, a multitude emotions clouding his eyes.

This man, just as the aide had always thought, has thrown away the only good thing he has in his life.

“Are the invitations sent already?” Satoru asked with a blooming smile, rolling the yarn out of his cat’s reach as the poor kitty grappled to catch it. “And how are the preparations going?”

“Banquets are usually handled by the Empress, but you really go out of your way and do it instead,” Suguru shook his head, unamused by the added workload it brought him, especially considering his disinterest in festivities.

“They’re all sent, some of them responded—before you ask, Naoya hasn’t— and I’ve cascaded the preparation to Shoko, since I have no clue what to do about it.”

“Well, not that I care if he’s going to stay sour and wants his name tarnished in the daily papers as a bitter ex-husband…” Satoru shrugged, petting Sugu-chan as the cat purred contentedly. “He is tactless, he very well might be.”

“You really want to spite him, don’t you…” Suguru sighed. “You even sent him a note. It was unnecessary.”

“He was the one hurling curses at me and my empress first. I’m just returning the favor.”

The note in question was of lines after lines of flowery nonsense about gratitude and whatnot. Satoru imagined Naoya's vein would burst after reading his card.

“I’m happy for you, Satoru.” As exasperated as Suguru was, his smile was genuine when he said it. “A royal baby, huh...”

"Suguru." The emperor's voice suddenly dropped an octave, surprising him. "What about the placement of the totem I told you the other day?"

The abrupt shift in conversation made Suguru visibly uncomfortable, and again, they were back to this topic.

"You're seriously going to do this?" the duke asked, almost in disbelief. "Satoru, you're going to become a father. You have everything already. This will lead to war one way or another, and—what if the Empress finds out? How do you think it'll make her feel?"

However, Satoru's gaze was cold as he dismissed most of Suguru's tirade. There was a chill in his expression that made his longtime friend inwardly questioned who the man before him was.

"I'm asking you. Have you done it or not, Suguru?"

"You're going to put a curse on a whole village, Satoru."

"I told Zen'in Naoya the moment I got Y/N, that it would mark the beginning of his downfall. I'm making good on that promise."

Suguru pressed his eyes shut to calm his fury. Morally, what Satoru did was wrong, but politically, this was the art of war. Suguru purely opposed to this out of consideration for you.

Few understood Satoru's actions as well as Suguru did. He might understand, others like you and Shoko wouldn't.

"Just remember, when the Empress catches wind of this, she's going to resent you," Suguru warned. "No matter what your reasoning might be."

Satoru's upper lip curled upwards, his eyes bereft of light, narrowing with indifference.

"Unless you never tell her, that is of no relevance."

Love... has he ever loved you all this time?

Naoya had never been confronted with that question or pondered it, simply because he never considered love existed within the context of something as grand as monarchy.

You were chosen because you were well-bred and well-versed in the arts of nobility. You were indeed the epitome of an ideal empress, a fact evident throughout your tenure.

But...

"Naoya!" you yelled at him and caught his hand. "You're a fool! Why did you keep doing that!?"

It was a long-buried memory, when you were still in your teens, around the time you were just made the crown princess. His hands, bruised and bloodied, and you tended to them.

"I'm not weak, you know," he sullenly barked. "I have to train to be stronger."

"You definitely have to train, yes... but you have to take breaks!" you retorted angrily.

"Why do you care so much anyway?" he snapped back. "It's not like your hands that are injured."

And that moment, you were suddenly almost in tears. Naoya never understood why.

"Don't cry." But his instincts told him to make you not cry. "Don't cry. I'm fine, see?"

. . .

Zen'in Naoya jerked awake from his slumber, realizing he had forgotten what his dream was, that it was still the late afternoon, and he was still in his study.

All he felt was that nostalgic feeling, and it intensified when he glanced up... only to see his coronation portrait on the wall.

It was almost as if you were still here. You were incredibly stunning, he had to admit that. Why hadn’t he realized until just recently?

The way your crimson dress flowed out, and that thin, serene smile on your face... you were a picture-perfect empress, and that was not an exaggeration. No one could measure up to you—

"Your Majesty~!"

Especially not Hanabi.

"Your Majesty, the princess has started holding her head up!" Hanabi, now no longer dressed in rags but rather in one of your dresses, excitedly remarking, "Soon, she will start to—"

Naoya's gaze fell on her dress. He recognized it instantly. That specific deep, vibrant shade of red with serpent-like waistband. It was one of his gifts to you for your birthday. "Why are you wearing that?"

"Huh?" she seems perplexed. "Oh this... I thought it looks pretty..."

But to her surprise, he suddenly flared with fury. "That isn't yours, you dullard," he spat out.

Her expression sank in heartbreak as he continued with his venomous speech. "Know your place." His words cut like a blade. "And I keep telling you, a princess is of no use to the throne!"

Hanabi fought to hold back the tears, because not only had he insulted her, worse still, he showed no interest in their daughter. "She is still of your blood, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice trembling.

"I told you, I only want a heir." His sneer caused her eyes to widen in shock. "Other than that, I won't care."

"Your Majesty, please—" Hanabi was desperate for him to acknowledge their daughter, when she caught sight of your ethereal face on the wall.

He still hasn't taken it down. It made her eyes twitch, and her own anger to rise.

"The former empress..." she stared at your picture resentfully. "You still have her here. We never even have our portraits painted..."

Naoya's icy gaze leveled at her without a hint of sympathy, despite the woman standing before him being the mother of his child.

"Why do you look at me like that?" Hanabi asked, tears spilling from her eyes. "You used to care for me when you thought I would bear you a son. Even if it's a daughter, she deserves love too, doesn't she?"

In the last five years, she had come to know that the emperor wasn't always this manic person. He used to be gentler, or at least not as vindictive.

And she never truly wanted you to be cast away like that. She looked up to you, admired you from up close, and meant it when she said she would carry your legacy as best as she could.

"Are you dumb?" Naoya barked. "I told you to know your place!"

...yet why? Why are people in this palace so harsh to her?

“I wish you luck on that, Hanabi. Beware, the emperor is fickle…”

Your unkind eyes, Naoya's disdainful stares even after she gave birth to his child... She didn't even care about becoming the empress anymore. She just wanted a happy life!

"If it was the former empress' child... even if it was a princess..." Hanabi turned to him with determination even amidst her pitiful tears. "You wouldn't cast her aside just like you do now with my daughter, would you, Your Majesty?"

Naoya's gaze, devoid of emotion and filled with blatant disinterest more than anything, shot through her, hurting her more than if it was filled with fury instead.

The lack of warmth in his stare made her feel like being looked through rather than being seen. As if she is that insignificant.

"Leave," he ordered coldly next, turning his back on her.

And there is her answer.

Hanabi had been your maid for five long years. She knew who you were, what you stood for, and your whole demeanor. Yet, despite her best efforts, she could never emulate you in the same way, could she?

. . .

"My lady... don't you know that the former empress is with child?"

Once again, Hanabi felt the sting of ice when her lady-in-waiting delivered the news.

"Empress... Y/N?" she whispered. "How...?"

You were stripped of your titles here, and yet you still remained a queen somewhere else. Hanabi might have won Naoya's favor, but now she was losing it while you had another emperor's affection.

Not much had changed about you. You still occupied the highest seat a woman could possibly attain. Whereas she...

"But she is barren!" she turned to her confidant then, almost in disbelief.

"Evidently not. Emperor Gojo has proven that."

How nice. A part of Hanabi wanted to congratulate you because she knew of your sufferings—how much you longed to hold a baby from your womb in your arms.

How unfair... But another part of her couldn't help but despise you. Because even in your absence, she still had to live in your shadow. Because you, who had lost everything, regained it all so easily.

"And my lady... Emperor Gojo is going to throw a banquet for this occasion next month. You are expected to attend it."

"Sweetheart, you asleep?"

One night, several weeks later, just as you were about to drift off to sleep, you felt the sheets shift as Satoru slipped into bed beside you.

Though you didn't turn to face him, you felt his warm hands wrap around your waist from behind.

"Satoru... you're back," you murmured sleepily.

"Mm-hmm," he whispered, pulling you closer to his chest and burying his face in your hair, taking in your scent. "Shoko told me you've been in your bedchamber since breakfast. Are you okay?"

"I get queasy if I walk too much, so I've been lying down all day... But don't worry, the physician said it's normal in early stages of pregnancy."

His grip on you tightened, as he caressed your belly. "Hmm, naughty baby. I'm sorry I wasn't here..."

"Where were you?"

For days now, he had been away, and you hadn't really questioned him. You had your guesses though—

"I was overseeing the construction of a new pagoda," he said softly, kissing your neck. "For you, actually."

That was so unexpected that it made you open your eyes fully. "What— for me?" Building pagoda was definitely not a small affair. Usually it was for religious purposes.

"It's a gift to the heavens for blessing me with you and our baby. It's expected to be completed before your celebration banquet."

The tower would be the testament of his love for you and your unborn child. Despite yourself, your heart swelled with overwhelming warmth.

"You're so silly... why do you spend the tax funds for that?" you brushed off the faint heat in your face, not daring to look at him still.

"Whatever I wouldn't do for you?" he cheekily retorted, chuckling.

You had never felt this cherished before, and this time you were certain—you were more than ready to fall in love with this man.

But he... is planning to use you, isn't he?

"Satoru." You shuffled to turn and face him, causing him to crack his lidded eyes open. You gazed at him, placing both of your hands on his face, caressing his face softly.

You're so kind to me. I appreciate you for that. You wanted to tell him various things, but the darkness in your heart ever since overhearing his exchange with Suguru made it hard for you to do so.

"Mm? What is it?" he drawled with a small smile, leaning into your touch.

“You... love me, don't you?”

His bright eyes found yours then, sharp and steady. An impossibly fond smile graced his lips, as if finding what you said the most natural thing there was.

“Throughout heaven and earth,” he proclaimed, his voice steady to match his eyes. “Yes, my queen.”

...then you would trust him, if only just for this moment. The genuine sincerity in his eyes, the raw authenticity in his words... it all felt too real.

And so, even when you were well-aware of the bitter possibility of truth, you leaned in and kissed him, giving yourself to his touch as his hand slipped inside you.

And soon, came the day of the lavish banquet solely held to celebrate your pregnancy.

You were seated on your throne, dressed in a stunning aquamarine gown. The skirt of the dress was full and flowing, spilling onto the floor in a waterfall of shimmering fabric. Upon your head perched your crown of diamonds, glinting beneath the light, and your ceremonial veil to make you look as queenly as you could possibly be.

Everyone would agree that you were a sight to behold, and that you were worthy of every praise possible.

"Many congratulations to you, Your Majesty."

"This is a splendid news! A royal baby!"

"To think that the emperor has settled down... sniff, how long have we been waiting for this...? We almost gave up."

You almost giggled at the way Archbishop Yaga wiped his tears with a handkerchief as he presented you with his gift.

Despite your initial reservations, you enjoyed the festivities more than you expected. You had opposed the idea at first, finding it quite unnecessary, but Satoru had pouted for three long days until you eventually relented to appease him.

Speaking of him, he was equally dressed to impress, looking every bit as an emperor he was in an exquisite aquamarine military uniform and robes. Despite engaging in conversation with Earl Nanami, he kept a watchful eye on you, stealing glances in your direction to ensure you were well.

You nodded at him, and he threw you a wink. You smiled.

Everything was truly going well... until the herald announced:

"Prince Megumi and Royal Consort Hanabi from Eastern Empire!"

There was suddenly a hush over the crowd as the two made their entrance. You stilled, looking at the figure responsible for your checkered life—

Hanabi was starkly different since the last you saw her at the courthouse during your divorce. Her dress was now a vibrant shade of burgundy red, reminiscent of a gown you once wore. Gone was her air of humility, replaced by a display of extravagance befitting a noblewoman.

She is no longer your maid, but Naoya's consort. There was no trace of the woman who once served you. You were actually impressed, as she could actually shape herself into the image of a royal consort.

"Empress." However, your attention quickly shifted to Naoya's nephew, and once also your ward, Megumi, as he bowed before you respectfully. "Congratulations."

A fond smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you regarded the young prince who had once been a very shy individual. It reminded you of the days spent with him just to get him out of his shell.

"Thank you, Megumi."

"Diamonds suit you far better than golds do. I wish only for the best for you, Your Majesty."

It warmed your heart, really. Using that reference to your gold crown from your time in the Eastern Empire, you could see how much Megumi truly understood your position and bore no resentment towards you.

Could the same be said for Naoya though?

Right after you received his gift—an ornate box that seemed oddly familiar to you—Hanabi suddenly blurted out:

"So, fate has smiled upon you. Congratulations Empress Y/N." She kept that soft, meaningful smile on her face as she offered her felicitations.

Ever since her arrival was announced, something about her demeanor had bothered you. There was a subtle emptiness that seemed to linger in her gaze.

"Thank you," you responded, and that was when you noticed it. There was never any celebration for the birth of her daughter and Naoya, only a passing announcement.

And so, you added. "Congratulations on the birth of the princess too."

You could have sworn her expression fell for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure and bowed her head to you.

For a while, you lost sight of her in the crowd, feeling quite comfortable in your dais. Soon after, Satoru returned to your side, and the herald announced:

"Attention! His Majesty the Emperor's gift for Her Majesty the Empress!"

You looked at Satoru questioningly, and he gave you a dashing smirk before turning to the crowd.

"Thank you, all of you, for joining us to celebrate this joyous occasion." The way he carried himself and the sheer confidence he exuded was mesmerizing, you couldn't deny how it made you swoon. "I've been infamous for many things, and I'm sure the tales have spread far and wide. So please, allow me one more gesture with you as the witnesses."

The crowd giggled at his words, and you finally spotted Hanabi among them, quietly assessing the scene.

Your husband turned to you, a soft smile on his face.

"This is for you my empress— my lovely queen. Words can't describe how elated I am to know that now you bear our child." He took your hand and pressed a kiss on it. "And it's only fitting that I praise you along with the skies and the stars."

A footman arrived and presented a pearly box. Satoru opened it, revealing a necklace inside. The centerpiece was a large, flawless diamond surrounded by smaller, perfectly cut stones of the same kind. No matter how you saw it, it was truly a work of art, meant to captivate and dazzle anyone who laid eyes on it.

You let out a gasp. "This..."

Satoru grinned, picking up the jewelry and preparing to place it on you. "Nothing much. Just a little trinket for you."

"This is not just a 'little trinket'!"

Your banter elicited another round of snickers from the audience as Satoru fastened the necklace around your neck. The moment he did, the crowd erupted into applause.

"Actually, my real gift is the new pagoda in the royal gardens, built in honor of the Empress," Satoru stated effortlessly, grinning unabashedly. "Feel free to stop by later, everyone."

To the ton, for him to gift you with something so sacred was the height of extravagance. Some of them wondered how you had managed to turn the elusive emperor into someone so devoted to you.

And a few... might be harboring ill will against you for it.

. . .

Later that night, you were sorting through the gifts you had received throughout the day.

"I don't understand, why would you give an expecting woman this?" Shoko picked apart a manuscript that was the gift from Archbishop Yaga. "Who would read this?"

"I wouldn't, but I'm sure Duke Geto would," you replied, and soon the two of you were giggling together.

From jewelry to ornaments, you were pleased with all the gifts presented by the guests from day one. While most were given out of formality, it was heartwarming to imagine your baby seeing all these someday.

Your attention soon turned to the box Megumi handed you earlier—Naoya's gift.

You were intrigued, because what could your spiteful ex-husband could possibly give you? And you immediately reached over to open the lid to find...

"What's that?" Shoko asked as your eyes widened in slight surprise.

Inside the box was an intricate gold and ruby necklace. One you knew well. The very one you wore during your coronation as the Empress of the Eastern Empire.

Years ago, Naoya himself had chosen this piece for you, and now he was gifting it to you, again?

“From now on, it’s going to be me and you, Empress.”

Reliving years of your marriage with him wasn't easy. You two were childhood sweethearts, and had been happy in the beginning. You couldn't pinpoint when things began to fall apart, but suddenly Naoya turned into such a person you didn't recognize altogether.

Seeing this relic made you nostalgic, and before you realized it, you touched it, trying to get a better look—

"Ah—!"

Suddenly, a sharp, unexpected pain shot through your abdomen. You instantly dropped the jewelry, letting it crash to the ground, and clutched your lower belly.

"Empress! What happened?!" Shoko rushed to your side in an instant, holding you up, and you whimpered.

"It hurts—!" Your breath hitched, as a seemingly invisible knife gutted you from inside. The intensity of the pain was overwhelming, leaving you gasping for breath. "Shoko, please—"

And before you could even scream or think, the pain blindsided you and your vision titled, before blacking out completely.

First came the warmth, then a reassuring squeeze on your hand. As your consciousness returned, you felt groggy, with your surroundings sharpening into focus.

The first thing that became your main focus the moment your eyes fluttered open was Satoru's face, a mixture of fright and relief etched across his features.

"You're awake..." He breathlessly muttered, sitting on your bedside, interlacing his fingers with yours. "How do you feel?"

"Sa...toru..." your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, and as soon as he heard you speak, he exhaled sharply, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"Heavens, I—" he let out a long sigh, his breath hot against your neck. "I'm so glad... you are..."

"What h-happened to me...?" you were feeling feverish and a dull throb was pounding at the back of your head, before the shock of it all dawned on you. "B-baby...! Our—!"

"Baby is okay too, don't worry," Satoru assured, pulling away from you to gently touch your cheek and squeeze your hand. "Both of you are fine for now..."

The horror that you might lose your baby shook you to the very core. Your vision blurred with the threatening onset of tears.

"Wh-at happened to me, Satoru...?" you asked again as he wiped your first falling tears, your heartbeat sounding so loud in your ears. "I-I was just..."

His expression took on a sudden shift, as if a dark cloud had passed over his face.

"You came into contact with a cursed object," he stated, his eyes hard as he locked onto yours. "You were cursed, Y/N."

"What...?" You were rendered speechless, feeling your body starting to shake. Cursed object? Your past coronation necklace?

Naoya was trying to curse you?

"It's okay, I'm here now, yeah?" Satoru's voice broke through your spiraling thoughts, grounding you in the present. "Look at me. Hey, look at me." he repeated, his deep blue eyes locking onto yours with intensity.

“I’m here. I’m here with you. Nothing—absolutely nothing—will touch you so long as I’m here.”

But in that moment, your mind was so overwhelmed with fear for yourself and your unborn baby that you couldn't fully grasp the magnitude of the mess unfolding before you, and you just cried in his arms.

Feeling your feeble fingers fisting his robes and your inconsolable tears staining his collar, Satoru gritted his teeth.

“This won't happen again,” he whispered into your hair, feeling his rage simmering as he felt the tremors of your sobs against his chest. “I swear, I won't let anything like this happen again.”

To Satoru, that was more than enough to justify all his subsequent actions. Putting a curse on his empress essentially amounted to an act of beginning a war.

And it also meant he no longer had to operate behind the scenes.

“Keep them in Clock Tower. No contact. Only food and water at designated times.”

Satoru's icy gaze on the captain of royal guard compelled him to hastily comply with the order, before his eyes landing on the map of the entire continent.

In response to the incident that befell you, he issued orders for open hostility along the eastern and western borders. Soon after, he would formally declare his intention to go to war.

So close. He was so close to achieving his end goal.

. . .

"Satoru!"

Several days later, Suguru burst into his study, visibly outraged. He clenched his fists, looking as if he was about to throttle him altogether.

"You—" he heaved a harsh breath. "You have gone too far!"

"What are you talking about, Suguru?"

"Is cursing the entire winery village not enough for you?" This was the first time Suguru had been this furious with him. "Did you really have to massacre the neighboring district as well?!"

"They have placed a curse on my empress." It was so easy for him to say it. "Anyone who dares to harm her shall die."

"You can direct it at Zen'in Naoya! Not the innocent civilians!"

Satoru remained silent, neither shaken nor enraged, and he had finally had enough.

“Are you even sure it’s because the empress is cursed?" Suguru challenged. In his view, this farce had been going on too long.

“No, Satoru. You are just using her. For so long, you have wanted to bring bloodshed to Western Empire. You were almost there when Empress Y/N proposed that deal to marry you.”

You were informed, days later.

“His Majesty has placed the prince and royal consort of the Western Empire under strict watch in Clock Tower.”

Clock Tower was essentially the prison where they kept war criminals. Learning that Satoru had confined both Megumi and Hanabi there left you aghast.

After some days of bedrest and getting better, you realized that the entire situation still didn't make sense to you. As hateful as Naoya was, harming you would do him more harm than good. Eastern and Western Empires stood evenly matched in military power, and hence, a conflict between them would bring devastation to both sides.

And moreover, you knew for sure was that Megumi was definitely not the one responsible for this. He was just a boy!

You had to let him out somehow. You had to talk to Satoru about this.

Or at least that was what you thought when you came close to his study.

“Are you even sure it's because the empress is cursed? No, Satoru. You are just using her. For so long, you have wanted to bring bloodshed to Western Empire. You were almost there when Empress Y/N proposed that deal to marry you.”

You stopped on your tracks—stunned into place, to be exact.

“And you’ve struck gold when she did because her influence will provide you with greater advantage.” Suguru scoffed then, lightly shaking his head with a sneer. “Love? How laughable. All these years, you are planning your warpath, how could you claim you love her when you're trying to ravage her homeland without even considering the impact it would have on her?”

It felt like whiplash. Geto Suguru's voice had your feet rooted to the spot, causing all your doubts to resurface and sizzle in an instant. The very question you had tried to avoid, it was suddenly shoved in your face.

What... will Satoru say? Your heart thumped so loud in your ears it made you almost stagger. He couldn't possibly. He simply couldn't. All his actions... they reflected his affection for you and you believed it because you felt it yourself too.

But Satoru's next response was—

“Even when she is derided as the devil, I will bring an end to the Zen’in line in this lifetime.”

And a part of your heart withers then.

The tips of your fingers trembled, finally taking in everything that you had tried to ignore for the past few weeks. It all caught up to you in one overwhelming rush.

Suddenly, it felt as if something inside your chest was torn out and held up for you to see.

"I'm telling you, that day will come sooner than you think, Satoru." Suguru's voice broke through, his frustration palpable. His words snapped you out of your reverie, and you took a step back, retreating to the safety of your study.

The first time you felt utter hollowness wrecking you was when you had suspected that Naoya might have taken Hanabi to his bed. The feelings overwhelming you now were eerily similar to how you felt back then.

Only in this case…

You had used him first, and if he used you in return... you couldn't fault him.

But isn't it still a bitter truth, even when a mutual transaction is very well within his rights, to know that what you believe as love may apparently not really be the case?

Love... of course, he loves you.

Of that, he was certain.

But at the same time… he had his ambitions.

Destroying the Eastern Empire. Was it so wrong that he wanted it? Didn't you want this as well? After all, Naoya had spurned you for a lowly servant and made your life hell, didn’t he?

Satoru strolled through the halls and made his way to your study, where the sight of you, so pretty and regal in your seat, greeted him.

His beautiful, graceful wife and empress of his nation. For so long, he had desired you, and now here you were, perched within his walls. His heart couldn't be more full— his life is complete already.

"Sweetheart, hey... how are you feeling today?" an adoring grin was visible on his face as he approached you. "Does the baby give you trouble today?"

You didn't answer though, and didn't look at him either. It was quite strange, Satoru thought.

"What's wrong? Is there something—" And when you finally turned to him, the look in your eyes was so eerily cold it almost gave him a chill.

"Release Megumi from your dungeon," you told him with a strained tone. "And return him to his home empire."

The smile on Satoru's face vanished that instant.

"I can't do that."

You rose from your seat, facing him. "He is just a child."

Satoru regarded you with a stern look. “That child you speak about is a prince of the Eastern Empire. He has committed a great crime against you.”

“Naoya didn’t do it.” Your steely gaze was unflinching. “He might be senseless, but he isn’t insane enough to deliberately go into a war he might possibly lose.”

Satoru's eyes darkened at your words, as you stood before him with determination. The way you were so adamant somehow took him aback. “How... could you defend him? He has wronged you!”

It was one question you had expected, and you had the answer ready.

“Even if he has, I could never wish doom upon my own homeland, Satoru. I’ve lived most of my life there, I did a great deal of things there— even if you harbor some sort of misguided contempt or just bloodthirsty enough to lay ruin to Eastern Empire, I refuse to be the puppet for your schemes!”

There it was. You had said it. Everything would crumble once again just like your previous marriage.

Satoru was staring at you in slight disbelief, his eyes gleamed with something that you couldn't really pinpoint. Anger? Disappointment?

“Your life was in danger, as was our unborn child’s. Don’t you care about that—!” he actually had to stop to catch his breath. “Don’t you care that our child nearly didn't make it?”

“And? You must have thought it was the perfect grounds for declaring a war?” but you didn’t relent and questioned him with a scoff. “And afterwards, you would try to use me to gain defectors from Eastern Empire, is that it?”

You saw the flash of surprise in your now-husband's eyes right when you recited his words, but you weren't about to hold back any longer now.

“Now you’re using my safety to justify your actions,” you hissed, feeling like suddenly you understood what all of this was. “You’re quite cunning, Satoru. I’ve heard everything—you will do anything to bring an end to the Zen'in lineage! You won’t even consider the repercussions of my reputation being tarnished across the lands!”

“Is that even important now?” Satoru gritted his teeth to suppress his irritation. “You have been cursed. Do you honestly think I would let them get away with cursing my empress? How could I, who seek to protect you, be more vicious than whoever in Eastern Empire who cursed you with that necklace?”

“You’re doing this for your personal gratification!” you exclaimed. “It is never about me. You’re just a warmonger!”

The moment those words left your lips, Satoru stilled. His gaze on you faltered, and you could’ve sworn hurt flashed in his face.

“Just how low… is your opinion of me?” he asked, his tone dropping, eyes devoid of emotion. “You jump into conclusions only after overhearing something in a passing and yet you know for sure Naoya wouldn’t harm you—” he clenched his jaw.

“You… really loved him, didn’t you?” he asked with a sardonic smile. “I know it already. You won’t ever be able to do the same for me. You can’t even trust me.”

You were rendered speechless. Despite your doubts of him, hearing this still felt like a slap in your face.

Won’t be able to do the same for him? No. That’s not true. You are—

Satoru let out a defeated laugh and ran his hand through his hair, leaving you uncertain whether he was amused or heartbroken by your lack of response.

“It’s funny, how I have loved you for so long... but apparently the woman I believed to have even a semblance of affection for me doesn’t even exist.”

It felt like that one part of you that was capable of feeling love had been stabbed once again.

To say this out loud hurt you deeply, unbeknownst to him. You didn’t mean this at all, still it was what came out of you, out of spite—

“In the end, we’re just using each other. That’s all we amount to.”

Satoru bitterly snorted, finding your accusation so unfair to him.

“How cruel is it that I’m the only one who has to prove this love to you? What about you? You’re terribly, horribly selfish!”

You stayed silent, looking away, caught between the scorching knives that seemed to twist your heart and conflicting emotions in it, uncertain of what to believe anymore. And you didn't really know what heartbreak was like before—

“It has been really exhausting, and I don’t want to bother anymore.”

When his gaze next met yours, dark and piercing, you realized he was no longer the same man who once promised you love and devotion.

“You're free to believe whatever truth you wish. But remember, even if you are my wife and the empress of this nation, should you commit any transgressions… I won’t hesitate to accuse you of treason, Empress.”

You have committed treason.

Satoru had conducted investigation of the sorts just to prove his point. And yet days later, no direct evidence pointing towards Megumi or Hanabi were found in that cursed necklace.

Punishment for treason is imminent death. You were well-aware of that more than anyone, but your consciousness wouldn't allow it if Megumi had to be hanged due to Satoru's antagonism.

"Your Majesty, your kindness knows no bounds," Megumi said, dropping to one knee before you and lowering his head in the throne room. Satoru had chosen not to grace any of you with his presence, leaving you alone to bid farewell to both Megumi and Hanabi.

Since then, you hadn't spoken with him, nor had he visited your chambers. It was as if he considered you nonexistent at all.

And it is really only a matter of time before he finds out.

But at the very least, you were right. It was never Megumi. That boy was fond of you, he could never. So, you shifted your gaze on the woman next to him.

"Royal Consort Hanabi. A word."

It was the cue for everyone else to exit the throne room. Now, you were faced with this woman once again, and yet one thing remained the same— you were still towering over her.

"Why did you do it?" Your calm gaze betrayed a quiet anger that was unmistakably clear. All because of this woman. It was beyond you, how despite having left your past life behind, she had somehow managed to taint your new one as well.

Hanabi looked away, a hint of shame coloring her features. "Your Majesty knows, so why do you spare me?" she asked quietly.

"How preposterous of you to think that I have spared you," you scoffed. "All this time, have you learned nothing at all from standing by Naoya's side?"

She flinched, visibly making herself smaller at your unforgiving tone, still, she dared herself to meet your eyes.

"Can I ask... why you never consider it as Emperor Naoya's doing?" she seemed more confused more than anything, even as her lips wobbled. "The two of you... you don't really hate each other, so why...?"

You didn't want to dwell on why Naoya had chosen that specific piece of jewelry to return to you. If anything, you'd consider it his final parting gift and be done with it.

But the naivety of this woman was astounding. Someone like her wouldn't last long in your seat. You let out a sigh, torn between feeling sorry for her or not.

"You have much to learn about court affairs, Hanabi. And do not think this is an act of mercy. Sending you back to Naoya is a punishment in itself—you know that by now."

Hanabi trembled where she stood, her breaths were shallow, and her hands shook slightly as she struggled to maintain composure in your presence.

Realizing it was futile to continue the conversation, you decided to conclude it.

"Know that I will never forgive you for what you have done to me." Your sharp eyes squared on her, the cold ire in your tone making her shudder.

In all the years Hanabi had known you, you had never appeared more fearsome than you did now, adorned in silks of deep blue hues, with that crown of diamonds gleaming in your head.

Then, as if sealing her fate, you delivered these parting words:

"You've always coveted what I have, and sooner or later, that will be your downfall."

The palace felt suffocating for you. After sending Hanabi away, you took a walk in the gardens, followed closely by your ladies-in-waiting.

Good heavens, what have you done? You definitely didn't regret saving Megumi, but no matter how, you had committed a great crime against your own empire. A sentence would loom over your head!

And what about your baby? Would Satoru execute you while you still had his child inside you?

The very thought made your vision tilt, and you had to lean on the wall for support. Your ladies-in-waiting were immediately clamoring against each other.

"Leave," you commanded, trying to catch your breath while doing so. "I'll… take some time to rest here."

It took you a moment to realize you had reached the pagoda that Satoru had commissioned for you. This was your first time visiting it. The structure was magnificent, towering in height and adorned with exquisite decorations, leaving you in awe.

"It's a gift to the heavens for blessing me with you and our baby."

You wanted to cry. His voice, soft and smooth, conveyed those words so easily to you. He really loved you, didn't he? What made you so unsure about that undeniable fact?

And now you had broken his heart.

Your hand reached for your belly. Though hidden by your dress, you could distinctly feel that it had become firmer these days, holding the product of your love with Satoru.

"I'm sorry, baby..." you whispered, heartbroken. "I didn't mean to drag you into this too..."

You felt nauseous, your breaths come in short pants, and you felt a headache coming. It didn't really register to you that you had crashed into the candle table, before you collected yourself and ventured deeper inside.

You just wanted a sense of peace and quiet. You would think more later, and right now, the darkness inside felt like a comforting lull for you to rest.

. . .

Or at least that was what you had intended, until you looked back and saw the swirling inferno creeping through the halls.

It didn't take long for Satoru to figure out you had really orchestrated Megumi's release.

More than his wounded pride, it was the searing pain of realizing that you truly believed he was only using you for his own benefit. It felt like an insult to everything he had done for you.

Why couldn't you see that? Just how hard is it for you to understand?

And now that it had come to this... what did you expect from him? Should he really make good on his word and punish you? It tore his heart to even consider it.

However, what was worse was… did you think he was really capable of that too?

Amidst his heartache, suddenly he heard loud commotion from outside his study, yells and cries of help— and it roused him from his thoughts that he came out of his study, only to come right into a familiar face.

"Anyone! Anyone at all!" one of your maids was running, sobbing and hysterical. "Her Majesty! Please help Her Majesty!"

"What is all of this ruckus?" Satoru demanded, catching the maid by the hand, as she stuttered in tears.

And then, everything came crashing down with the next words.

"The Empress— is trapped inside the burning tower!"

🏷️ taglist

@myahfig4 @yoyo-yui @luna-v-roiya @animemanwhamangalover @hotvinimon @anpacax0 @fullwriterpoem @an-ever-angry-bi @tazuduck @alexatiu @washeduphasbeen @theiridescentdragon @aquamarine001 @saucypeanuttt @captainchrisstan @artist1936 @paprikaquinn @megumisthirdog @whatshernameis @moonjellyfishie @spn-obession @poopooindamouf @hhk-jyon @ittomain1 @kalulakunundrum @risuola @jossayuuu @wiccanindigo @alwaysfreakingout @a-trashbag @wannapizzamymindposts @roscpctals99 @chxrv @tnu-ree @sov-sin @estella-novella @homewhereitsat @manyno @coffeeluvr96 @taeminfaerie @inluvkai @mellowarcadefun @sxnkuna @nerdiellers @krokietino @tttttttf @dumb-hore @snore-3 @leopoldonfire @uziwork @hyori2 @gojoful @wr4inn @nnasv @oidloid @deeeeexx

3K notes · View notes

sttoru · 1 month

Text

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. all sukuna needs is someone to take care of his needs after a stressful day—that someone being you, his favorite concubine.

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. smut, angst towards the end. objectification kinda, size kínk, p in v -> unprotected, choking (nearly goes wrong), breeding kink, standing doggy, sukuna has two cawks, reader gets called ‘(little) slut, doll’. uhh sukuna has cannibal-ish desires.. idk how to explain it.

“you,” sukuna barges into the dining hall, not batting an eye to all the other women sitting around. his sharp gaze immediately finds yours in-between the crowd. that’s when you realise that he’s clearly pissed off at someone or something.

everyone freezes and stops eating—scurrying to politely greet and bow at the king of curses. you do the same after a second of processing his unexpected presence.

sukuna barks a command before you can part your lips to ask a question, “into my chambers. now.”

the servants and concubines all look on with wide eyes. they know what that means. some are blushing from embarrassment at sukuna’s bold choice of words—others are silently seething with envy because you’re the centre of his attention again.

all eyes are on you as you get up to follow sukuna. you’re nervous yet also somewhat excited. you were unable to walk straight for a few days the last time sukuna looked and sounded that angry.

but, the embarrassment is certainly also present. especially because everyone knows what the mighty sorcerer and his concubine are going to be up to for the upcoming hours.

“strip,” sukuna firmly says the second you enter his room. you’re used to his distant, rushed behaviour at this point, so you comply. you undo all robes—leaving you completely bare in front of him.

sukuna’s canine teeth show as he grins at the welcoming sight. he steps towards you, his rough hands coming up to fondle your body. he squeezes and fondles your soft flesh with surprising care, “mhmm. this ‘s all i needed.”

it isn’t long before your small body is caged against the nearest wall. your breasts are squished by the cold concrete, your hands the only thing keeping your balance. your fingernails hurt because of you repeatedly scratching the wall.

“i know y’ can get louder than that,” sukuna hisses and sinks his sharp canines into your shoulder. he’s splitting you open, his thick cock dragging along your velvety walls with a purpose. the king of curses unapologetically draws a bit of blood from your flesh, “tsk—moan like the fuckin’ slut you are.”

and you do as told. your voice gets so loud to the point that it’s embarrassing, but you can’t care less. your insides are begging sukuna to continue—to not stop until they’ve turned into mush. until they’re painted white with loads and loads of thick and slippery cum.

“tha’s it, doll,” sukuna huffs as his tongue licks over the bite mark he left on your shoulder. his eyes flash a dangerous red at the sight. he’s doing all he can to suppress the urge to eat you up.

literally.

he’s got this aching carnal desire to devour you. to consume you like it’s his last meal on earth. sukuna can’t stand it, though he tries his best. you’re an interesting human; the reactions you elicit from him are strong. like no one has been able to do so before.

“need more, my lord,” you beg between interrupted moans. you’re drunk on pleasure, oblivious to the fact that sukuna is fighting off his inner demons. you’re obsessed with the way his hips roughly slam against your ass. your body is on fire, “more—more, fnghhh, more!”

all four of sukuna’s hands tighten around your hips and waist. he squeezes you until you feel his nails painfully dig into your skin. you’re making it so hard for him; acting this needy, begging him to ravage you and claim your cunt, mind and soul.

“lost y’r fuckin’ manners, hm?” sukuna grumbles and slaps your ass as punishment, “beg properly.” he spreads your asscheeks after that, squishing the plump fat in attempt to withstand his own sick thoughts.

you look delicious. your dripping pussy that’s wetting both his cocks looks delicious. your body that is much smaller compared to his looks powerless and. . . delicious.

“‘m sorry—please, pleaseee!” you mewl, eyes rolling back into your skull. you’ll never get tired of being pounded until you’re unable to think or talk properly. it’s even better with sukuna, his two cocks are enough to keep you stuffed and satisfied for nth amount of time.

your breath hitches as you feel your feet being lifted from the floor. your legs dangle in the air as sukuna readjusts his grasp on your body so he could support you up against the wall. the new angle he’s fucking you in only increases all the pleasure.

you’re not sure if you can even keep up with him at this point. you’re brainlessly allowing him to position your body however he sees fit.

“shittt, yeah,” sukuna nearly salivates at the sight of your small body accepting its fate. you’re either super easy to please, or he’s just good at what he’s doing. no matter which one it is—sukuna’s making sure that you’re not going to be able to walk after he’s done.

he plunges his upper cock in and out of your wet cunt. each thrust is different than the one before, the pace quickening before slowing down again. he’s clearly teasing you and that’s exactly what drives you crazy.

“my lord—mmh! so deep,” you hiccup, nearly crying because of how many times sukuna hits that sweet spot deep inside your leaking pussy. your brain has shut down and all you can focus on is his thick cock that’s making you moan uncontrollably.

sukuna curses under his breath. you’re so desperate and it makes him want to do unspeakable things. he wants to have you all to himself. he doesn’t know what that overbearing emotion is and it’s frustrating him to no end.

the king of curses only increases his pace after that. he attempts to decrease the flow of thought inside of his mind by pounding you harder. your entire body is trembling and jolting back and forth in place, every thrust of his is met with a loud moan of yours.

“quit whining ‘n just take it,” sukuna pants, not paying mind to your jumbled up sentences. there’s no need for words, his current and only goal is to make your cunt overflow with his cum. if he can’t claim you in an inhuman way, he’ll resort to mark your insides, so no man even thinks of speaking or touching what’s his.

you can feel the passion behind sukuna’s thrusts. you’re still not over the fact that he’s using you like a ragdoll to get himself off. but, it also feels insanely good at the same time. you nod and nod, wanting to satisfy each of sukuna’s desires.

“i’ll let ‘em know,” the king of curses groans once he feels you involuntarily squeeze his upper cock. his lower cock slides between your thighs, back and forth, getting its own stimulation. sukuna finishes his sentence with a guttural grunt, “i’ll let everyone know y’r mine ‘nd mine only.”

he’s serious about this. his hands squeeze your form and you moan at the act of ownership. by the increase of his harsh thrusts, you can tell that he’s close. close to dumping his hot load into your cunt and breed your womb full of him.

sukuna can’t get the image out of his head. you, fully bred, by no one else but him. how you’d walk around the estate with his cum pooling between your legs. the other concubines are going to seethe the second they smell his scent on you— something they can only dream of.

“take it — fucking take it,” sukuna gets more aggressive with the second. he yearns for a release, one that will destress him. though the closer he gets to his climax, the more those carnal desires threaten to take over.

you squeal as you feel one of sukuna’s hands wrap around your neck. he squeezes your throat until you’re gasping for air. you don’t know what’s suddenly got into him, but you’re too far gone to care.

you can hear him growling in your ear from behind—his hips not stopping even as you reach your own orgasm. you curl your fingers around sukuna’s wrist, trying to loosen his grip around your throat before you lose consciousness, “m-mmhhh, can’t breathe.”

your sobs echo throughout the chambers. your climax leaves you spasming in sukuna’s grasp, your cunt feels like it’s on fire as it continues being overstimulated.

sukuna’s too far gone as well. you can feel drops of his drool fall on your bare back. his red eyes are wide, looking down at you like you’re his meal for the day. figuratively, you are. though the king of curses has a desire that urges him to take it literally.

“r-ryo, please!”

it’s only then that sukuna snaps back to his usual self. hearing you call him by that nickname you created both calms him down and turns him on. he loosens the grip on your throat and instead presses you harshly against the wall with one final thrust.

he spills all his heavy balls have stored into your cunt. your pussy floods with his potent seed, the sticky fluid easily finding its way into your womb. you whimper at the warm feeling—sukuna always cums so much. literal buckets.

you can feel the same sticky feeling on your thighs, as well as on the wall after his lower cock spurts out ropes of cum too. you feel yourself being lowered to the floor and you lean against the hard surface to catch your breath.

you take a look over your shoulder and see how sukuna’s eyes are partially hidden behind his sweaty bangs. there’s a dark aura surrounding him, though it slowly disappears the more he calms down.

his hands are still holding your body in place, not ready to let go of you. his upper cock softens up inside of you and you’re unsure of what to do. the silence - except for the heavy breathing - makes you question if you did something wrong.

“something the matter, my lord?” you ask between faint gasps. sukuna doesn’t answer you and instead lets go of your body, pulling himself out of you right after.

if he keeps himself inside of you, he’ll lose it. he’ll do something he feels like he’ll eventually regret.

“get dressed,” sukuna commands harshly. he doesn’t even look at you anymore. he simply pulls the robes over his body again and covers himself. you’re confused, but you do as told either way.

you’re shaking as you fix your undergarments before pulling your kimono over your body again. you’ll fix your make up and disheveled hair later. first, you need to figure out why sukuna’s acting so cold.

sure - he’s always been like that, aftercare and affection was never really his forte - but it’s somehow worse today. once you’re done dressing up, you obediently stand in front of sukuna, looking up at him like you’re expecting another command.

this is usually the moment where you can just relax in his chambers until you fall asleep or until you’ve calmed down. though, today felt off. you’re uneasy by the tension in the air.

the oblivious look in your eyes nearly makes the king of curses pounce on you. you’re so oblivious to what’s going on in his mind. the images that flash through his mind—of you underneath him as he claims your flesh and bones.

your soul. your heart.

“get out,” sukuna hisses. he does not need to spend another second with you in his personal space. no good will come out of it anyway. he can smell himself on you and it’s triggering those same urges that he was fighting off just moments ago.

he longs to sink his teeth in every part of your flesh. to eat you whole like it’s his right.

he clenches his fists and moves to sit on the edge of his bed. to you, sukuna looks mad. perhaps a bit confused with how he’s feeling. he still doesn’t understand why he’s having such strong feelings towards you.

he yearns to claim ownership over you in more ways than one.

you gulp and know that sukuna is not to be messed with when he’s like this. even if you don’t realise why, you simply nod and bow at him before walking out of his chambers. not a word has to be spoken.

you close his doors behind you and yet can’t seem to move away. you’re unsure of what that last interaction between you two meant.

the look in sukuna’s eyes contained something so primal. no, feral.

you remember how he choked you until you were on the verge of passing out. how he held you like he wanted to possess your every being. how he squeezed your body between his and the wall, leaving you no space to breathe.

you run your fingers over the mark on your shoulder. you hiss; the bite mark stung. it didn’t during the moment because of the adrenaline, but now that the effects of the hormone have worn off, you realise just how deep it was. sukuna normally gives you light and small bites, but this one was different.

everything about that passionate session was unusual, overwhelming and… primal.

just what in the world was that?

#sttoru writes.#jjk smut #jjk x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk imagines

8K notes · View notes

yandere-writer-momo · 3 months

Text

Yandere Head Canons:

The Hands That Hold You

Yandere Assasin Harem x Oblivious Fem Reader

TW: Somniaphilia, uncomfortable themes, yandere, stalking, mention of size difference, potential of being held captive, cunninglingus, smut, etc

The town of Rellikhold, a peaceful town filled with quirky citizens. Each with a mysterious past and lack of warmth. And you had received a special invitation by the government to live in this new town! Aren’t you lucky?

Poor little you had no clue that this town was filled with ex-contract killers who’ve never felt warmth nor kindness in their life… they were all a moth to your flame. Each one wanting to stake a claim on you, even if it was at the expense of another’s life. You belonged to them.

Callum: Scotland (Florist)

Callum is a massive man with a soft yet muscular build. He has a thick red beard that he keeps trimmed and a mustache he keeps curled up. Callum also has red chest hair and arm hair (the curtains definitely match the drapes). He is 35 years old and a retired sniper. Callum has a heavy Scottish accent and he’s the warmest of the villagers.

This big, muscular red head was shocked when you waltzed into his shop. You were so small and your steps were so clumsy like a newborn fawn. Yet it was your eyes that caught his attention. He’s never seen someone’s eyes filled with such innocence. It intrigued him.

Callum is easily flustered with from your bright smile and warm personality. Yet he can’t help the intrigue he felt from your arrival. From one glance, he knew you were just a regular civilian… what on earth were you doing here? This place was so dangerous.

Yet you’re oblivious to everyone’s past and treat him no differently from a regular man! Your interest in his flowers warm his heart… Callum is immediately taken to you. You’re so cute and you’d fit so perfectly in his arms… he’s never felt this way before.

Callum often looks forward to your visits to his shop. The red head often reorganizes the flowers just to make sure they’re to your liking! Callum always makes sure his beard is well trimmed and his long curls are pulled up into a bun. He has to look presentable for his little lady!

Often lingers around you like a shadow when you’re in the shop. Callum would lose his marbles if you ever came into his shop with a visible wound or bruise. He’s extremely obsessed with your well being.

Callum often offers you his jacket and holds doors open for you, he’s a total gentleman. A gentleman who believes you’re his. He sees no other logical explanation on why you visit him so often. You have to have a crush on him, right?! Don’t worry… he doesn’t mind that you’re shy. He has no trouble taking the lead.

It will take a total of four months until he’s trying to be more physically affectionate towards you. Callum believes the two of you are dating. His large, calloused hands often brush against yours or he’ll grab your waist to steer you in another direction. He cannot get over the size difference.

You’ll often have free bouquets delivered to your house with cute hand written notes. Which are often accompanied by Gaelic terms of endearment. “M’eudail. Mo chridhe. Etc.”

And if Callum ever spots you with one of ten other villagers? His stabs at affection take a turn to be more bold. In his mind, you’re trying to make him jealous… not to worry! Callum will give you more of his time! Whatever you want, he will give you! Even the heads of your enemies neatly arranged in a bouquet.

Callum I willing to do anything to keep you happy and satisfied. He’s the least selfish of the others. If you want to have a sexual relationship with him, he’d be more than happy to oblige!

Callum will have you bent over every surface and even his shop (with the curtains pulled down of course). Just so he can stuff you with his thick fingers and fat cock. He’s extremely giving and he’s more than happy to perform cunninglingus on you.

One day, you went into his shop and were filled with such fright, it made his heart ache!

“What are you so scared for, m’eudail?” Callum husky voice asked. The large man made his way over to your disheveled form. “Has someone frightened you?”

Callum bent down to your level and held your cheeks in his palms. His thumbs brushed a few tears from your cheeks as he shushed you.

“It’s okay, mo chridhe. I’ll keep you safe.”

Günter: Germany (Police Officer)

A tall, muscular blonde riddled in scars from head to toe. His blonde hair is always cut in a military cut and he’s extremely stoic. No one can ever tell what he’s thinking and he hardly speaks. Günter is Char’s identical twin brother and also an ex bounty hunter. The pair are both 29 years old and very feared members in the community from their reputation.

Günter was extremely wary of you at first. He isn’t used to people taking notice of someone like him or being warm to him.

Günter is extremely stiff when you interact with him. He often glances the other way if you stare at him with your pretty eyes for too long. He’s unsure of why his heart flutters whenever you’re around. Günter has never been in a relationship in his entire life. He’s so awkward and quiet around you, but his stoic expression never shows it.

You once grabbed his hand when you tripped and Günter swore he was electrocuted. He was quick to help you up onto your feet as he silently checked you over. His heart thrummed in his chest when you gave him such a sweet, grateful smile. It’s how Günter realized he’s smitten with you.

Günter often offered to walk you home to keep you safe. He’s the least delusional of the others and a rather lucid yandere. He is aware of the difference of reality and his fantasies. Which is why he will never act upon them on you. Everyone else is free game.

If someone upsets you even the slightest bit, they are instantly on his shit list. And if they make you cry or try to harm you? They’re as good as dead. He’s the town’s cop and the most prolific killer of them, so what can they do to stop him?

Günter is very aware of the others’ twisted feelings towards you, especially Char’s. He often hides around the corner as he watches his sister wash your hair. He’s a bit jealous of the intimacy, but he knows better than to be greedy. He’s a cop, not a hairdresser.

He’s usually quite silent but he often shows you his soft side. Soft smiles and tender touches. Günter is incredibly gentle despite his massive height.

Günter would be over the moon if you wanted a relationship of any kind with him! If it’s sexual, you sadly won’t be doing much walking. Günter tries his best to be gentle, but he soon finds himself blowing your back out while he whispers German pet names in your ears.

Günter also secretly has a breeding kink so keep an eye on him. If he’s in the heat of the moment, he will whisper his darkest desires in your ear. Of how he wants you round and fat with his kids with a ring on your finger.

And Günter will not share. So don’t even think about sleeping with anyone other than him or he will make several attempts to baby trap you.

“Meine Liebe, why do you cry?” Günter asked you softly with a frown. The police officer sat beside you on the park bench, his muscular arms now wrapped around you in a hug. “You know you can tell me anything… did someone make you upset?”

You just rest your head on his chest which made Günter melt into a puddle. He’s quick to scoop you up into his arms. “Do you want to head to my home, meine liebes Mädchen? It’s getting dark out and it can get dangerous at night.”

And the instant you nod your head, you’re swept off your feet in a bridal carry. His normally stoic face now had a small smile on it.

Finally… you were finally coming home where you belonged.

Wan: China (Photographer)

Wan is an average height man of Chinese descent. He’s quite feminine appearance wise, but don’t like that fool you. He’s one of the most dominant of the villagers.

Wan typically keeps to himself. Hes not as massive or intimidating as the other men. His long black hair is typically pulled back into a braid and he usually roams the village’s park or beach.

Wan is a bit shocked when he first met you since he can tell off the bat that you’re a regular civilian. Did the government send you as some sort of social experiment to see if their retirement was successful? To see if a group of ex- bounty hunters can integrate into society without a hitch? How peculiar.

Wan often trailed you home to see if you had any attachments to any governments. He didn’t want a government spy ruining his idyllic life and he was not afraid to eliminate you if that were the case… but you were clean! Annoyingly so.

You had simple hobbies and a permanent smile on your face. You were friendly and warm like a dog… like a pet. It made Wan’s mind wander to more promiscuous thoughts. Would you enjoy a collar and a leash while he dominated every aspect of your life? Perhaps you would since you always greeted him with such a warm smile and baked goods. You must have some sort of attraction to him, right? Why else would you bake for an acquaintance so often? (Wan had no clue you did for all of your friends).

Wan often invited you out for walks with him on the beach while he snaps photographs. It’s when you accidentally enter one of his shots that turn his whole world upside down. How could someone be so beautiful?

Wan started to snap photos of you smiling and dancing when in his company but it wasn’t enough. These simple photographs simply wouldn’t do for him anymore.

What started off as innocent photography took a quick, dark turn into obsession.

Wan began to slip behind you in the shadows to follow you everywhere. Whether you were simply enjoying a meal or beverage, or even sleeping, Wan captured it all behind his lens. Wan wanted more! More. More. More. More!!

His photography room was now covered in photos of you. There was not a single empty space left of the wall or ceiling that wasn’t adorned with your being. His darkroom still had thousands of photos developing as well. Wan simply couldn’t get enough.

When Wan found out there were others, he was extremely upset. What on earth did you see in Callum or Günter? They weren’t nearly as impressive as him! Wan was slim and far more flexible. Wan could bend your body in ways it’s never been before.

Wan often snuck into your room to lay beside you. To inhale your scent and to caress your soft, pliable body. Would you freak out if you woke up to see him or would you submit to his desires? This risqué game of his never grew tiring…

If you begin a sexual relationship with Wan, he’s incredibly rough. He has incredibly sadistic tendencies such as pulling hair, choking, licking up your tears, and harsh spankings… but he will talk you through it.

Slender fingers stroked your cheeks as you slept soundly. Wan smiled at how unaware of your surroundings you were. How could someone be so cute?

“Lǎopó, you’re so precious…” Wan bent forward and tenderly pressed his lips against yours. In his eyes, you were his lover. His and no one else’s. “I just want you to be my beloved pet, bǎobèi.”

Wan pulled your covers over your shoulders and over his body while he spooned you. This was the only time you were all his and no one else’s… and that’s the way he preferred it to be.

Amari: Thailand (Musician)

Amari is an amab individual but prefers to go by they/them. The twenty four year old often enchant others with their ethereal beauty. They have sun kissed skin and long black hair that frames a symmetrical face, one would think they were carved by the gods themselves. Yet Amari is partially blind due to their final assignment so they were forced into an early retirement compared to the others. Yet they pretend they’re fully blind to appear weaker to the others. They’re one of the most dangerous of the villagers due to their unpredictable mannerisms.

Amari can often be found in Belladonna’s restaurant playing the khene. Their mystic melody is as intriguing as they are which often captivates their audience.

Amari is incredibly shy and will be startled at first if you talk to them. Yet they’re eager for the companionship. Amari is the easiest to get close to compared to the others due to their young age. If you compliment them, they’re completely enraptured by you. You think they’re beautiful?! You love their music? Amari cannot get enough of praise.

Amari often trails after you like a lost puppy. They will often play the ‘helpless blind’ card just so they can hold your hand. They can’t get enough of how soft you are. Oh what they wouldn’t give to be able to see you… there was not a doubt in their mind that you were lovely.

Amari will play their khene for you and sometimes they’ll even sing. They’re your own personal song bird! They’re willing to perform any song for you so long as you eagerly listen to them just like they eagerly wait for your praise!

Amari will want to spend every breathing moment by your side. They’re stuck to you like velcro and unmovable. Suffocatingly clingy due to them never receiving warmth, Amari cannot get enough of your sweetness. They want you all to themselves.

They cannot stand you giving your attention and affection to the others. Look at them! Listen to their music, you said it was lovely! Just be theirs! Please. Please. Please. Please.

Amari will pathetically beg for your love on their hands and knees. They will use every card in their deck to manipulate you into their hands. They will not share and they will not surrender you.

No matter how puppy like they are to you, they’re a monster the others will not go near. Being involved with them is like being trapped in a spider’s web. You were doomed from the first interaction.

They’re one of the only ones who will stoop low enough to take advantage of you in your sleep (besides Wan). Their mouth is always buried between your legs as you sleep completely unaware of their efforts to get you used to them. They can’t get enough of how sweet you taste. Of how your body contorts and your toes curl in pleasure. Sometimes if the moonlight hits your face just right, they can see your face. And they make sure to burn that image in their memory forever. Oh what they would give for you to know it was them.

Amari pressed kisses up and down your thighs as your back arches in pleasure. So beautiful… so unaware. You’re just like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web.

“I love you…” Amari whispered against your skin, the assassin ran a tanned hand through their long locks in an attempt to reel themselves in. It was easy for them to get lost in the moment, but they needed to be patient. “And I know you love me too.”

Amari pulls themselves away from in between your legs and rests their head on your stomach. A soft hum escaped their thin lips in thought. It was such a beautiful night and they were happy to spend it with you.

Char: Germany (Hair Dresser)

Char is Günter’s identical twin and they couldn’t be more similar if they try. It’s easy to confuse one for the other since Char looks incredibly masculine. The only difference is their placements of scars and her blonde hair is just a little bit longer.

It takes awhile to earn Char’s friendship. She’s quite self conscious of herself since she looks so much like a man. Compliments will win her over and make her blush. She’s quite fond of being called handsome or beautiful.

She enjoys washing and trimming your hair for you. She cannot get over how soft your hair feels between her fingers…

It doesn’t take long for her to fall for you compared to her brother. She’s another sucker for praise, but she gives praise even more. Char is the queen of pet names.

Char is incredibly protective of you, just like Günter. The difference between them is that Char collects little keepsakes from you. Oh yes, she has a shrine dedicated completely to you.

Char is obsessed with you. She collects the trimmings of your hair and any utensils you had used in her salon. She tells herself it’s to keep herself from acting on her impulses, but that’s a lie. She’s simply obsessed with you.

If you ever vent to her about any one in the village, especially new comers, she will get rid of them for you personally. Typically in a rather brutal fashion. Anyone who upsets you simply doesn’t deserve to live.

If you’re ever curious about her past, she will tell you. She’s the least secretive and the most honest. Char will even admit about her shrine of you if you ask. She wants to be an open book that you can read at anytime. Trust her.

Char will often flee to the back room of her salon if she gets a bit too riled up from her interactions with you. If you follow her to the back because you’re worried, there’s no guarantee she won’t have you bent over the break room table with her lips eagerly pressed against yours and her fingers yanking at the waist band of your pants.

Out of everyone, Char is the most obsessed with your pleasure. She’s incredibly giving. It doesn’t matter the time or the location, if you’re a bit moody she will pull you into the nearest room and go to town. Be as loud as you want as she pushes your body to the point of overstimulation, she wants the others to know you’re hers.

“Meine Liebe…” Char whispered as she presses kisses all across your fear stricken face. An expression you always wore due to how passionate of a lover Char was. “I’m sorry I got carried away again.”

You nuzzled into your lover, who only peppered you with more kisses. “Mein liebes Haustier, I love you so much… how about you just stay in mein arms forever?”

Belladonna: French (Chef)

Belladonna was once a renowned poison specialist, hence her name. She’s a tall, slender twenty nine year old woman with fawn brown hair and sharp, feline like features. Belladonna is heartless and cold, just like the deadly poisons she once used. She’s a closeted lesbian and a very open misandrist.

Belladonna is the owner and head chef at Le Jarden. She’s quite prideful of her cooking and she only prepares the best cuisine. Belladonna has a tendency to be quite pretentious and she’s very rude if your French isn’t adequate.

Belladonna does not like Ignacia, to others it looks like she singles out Ignacia a lot, but they have a very complicated past. Belladonna is incredibly critical of others and holds herself at the highest standard. She’s also quite the bully.

Belladonna will chase out male customers from her establishment. They are not allowed in Le Jarden, no matter who they are. (She often gets into arguments with Callum over his floral choices).

If you catch her attention, it’s because you stood up for Ignacia when Belladonna gave the poor woman a verbal beat down. Belladonna immediately takes your defiance as a challenge.

Belladonna will often pick verbal fights with you, but she’s intrigued by you. You were a regular civilian and yet you stood up to her of all people? You had some guts. Plus, you still tried to be kind to her. It frustrated the chef to no end. Belladonna always feels conflicted when it comes to you.

Belladonna’s words often cut like a knife but you’re surprisingly quick witted with your comebacks. She enjoys the back and forth. To her, it’s like a game. And Belladonna wanted to win.

Her hostility increases the more she interacts with you since Belladonna has never experienced feelings of this magnitude before. Belladonna could not differentiate between love and hate. You confused her and made her mind in constant disarray…

You’re sweet to the point you make her teeth rot and she hates it… or at least she tells herself that.

Belladonna hates when you interact with the others! Especially the men (and Amari). She’s much better than them- wait… why did she care so much about what you did?

Your once pleasant words soon become sour whenever she enters your peripheral. You no longer try to smile or wave at her, only scowl. It confused her even more. Why did she care whether you liked her or not? You were just a civilian… right?

You eventually snap sense into her when you tell her you despise her. You… hate her? No… she didn’t want to be hated! No. No. No.

Belladonna loses her mind when you constantly reject her. You won’t come to her restaurant and you won’t accept the many, many bouquets she leaves on your doorstep. Why won’t you forgive her? She never apologizes, so she truly means she’s sorry. Please forgive her, she can be soft. She can be soft.

She will kiss you until your lips are swollen and bruised. Until your lungs are nearly out of air and you’re breathless. Belladonna could be your oxygen! Your reason for being! She can do everything the others do, if not more! She has access to various poisons and other plants, some that could take you to pleasures of immeasurable heights! Just let her worship you…

Belladonna will go to extreme measures if you continue to ignore her desperate attempts at reconciliation. And that includes poisoning you so that you’re briefly paralyzed.

Belladonna’s slender hands hold your cheeks as she quietly sobs from above your still form. She knows you’re afraid, but this was your fault! You pushed her to do this!

“All you had to do was forgive me… Je t'adore. Je ne voulais pas te faire de mal…” Belladonna slipped into her first language while the waterworks began. She was so conflicted and confused. Her new feelings were overwhelming and concerning. Belladonna was usually level headed, but when it came to you? She was a dumpster fire.

Belladonna pressed her forehead against yours, her tears now mixed with yours into a long stream down your face.

“Je n'ai jamais ressenti ça auparavant, mais je suis sûr que je t'aime. Je t'aime tellement, ça me rend fou.”

Ignacia: Nicaragua (Writer)

Ignacia always wears a steel mask over her face and completely covers her body. No one knows what she looks like under there and she prefers to keep it that way… she was a twenty seven year old bomb specialist. At least until the accident. Her entire body is now covered in third degree burns. She is no longer beautiful so she hides herself away in order not to scare anyone. Her accident landed her in an early retirement as well.

Ignacia is biromantic and asexual. She’s always been more interested in books than people. Fictional characters comfort her more than real people.

A few years ago, she had a mission to take down a French politician and ended up destroying Belladonna’s secret hide out. Which is why Belladonna despises her. Ignacia isn’t too bothered by it though since she’s the one who received the worse end of it,

Her English isn’t the best so she rarely speaks. She often observes others from the corner of every room. Through the various interactions she observes, Ignacia created a fictional world for her characters in her stories. It was an escape from her harsh reality in the real world…

She’s so shy when you come up to her. Don’t you know she’s a beast under this mask? That she’s not as picturesque as the others?

Yet your kindness makes her knees turn to jelly and her heart leap in her chest in hopes it will escape its prison made of bones. Perhaps you were her chance at real life romance rather than the comforts of the printed texts in her books?

Ignacia is delusional. She overthinks every interaction you have with her. If you touch her hand on accident, she believes it’s because you’re shy! She’s shy too! If you compliment her eyes, she will try to wear masks that show off her eyes more. She’s so ecstatic that she shakes whenever she receives words of praise from you. It’s so exciting! Ignacia is living out a fairy tale romance!!

Ignacia began to build a perfect image of you in her head. To her, you were the perfect princess in a fairy tale book and she was the knight that would save you from the monsters (the other villagers). You were kind and sweet, the kind that needed to be locked away so nothing could harm you.

Ignacia begins to decorate your future home with her! She will ask more questions and bout your hobbies and interests so she can make it all perfect for you! She will incorporate your favorite colors and themes just to make it into your dream space! A pretty cage for her pretty princess!

Ignacia simply wants to keep you safe from harm. She doesn’t want you to ever injure or harm yourself. Her carelessness had landed her in her own predicament and she wouldn’t dare let you suffer the same fate. Ignacia was your knight in shining armor!

“Buenos díaz, mi amor!” Ignacia beamed at you while she handed you some breakfast. You were confused on your whereabouts, but Ignacia simply crinkled her eyes up from under her mask (she smiled). “Did you sleep well, mi princesa?”

“Ignacia? Where am I-“

“¡Estás en casa! !Donde perteneces!” Ignacia giggled as she affectionately pressed her mask into your cheek. Home? What did she mean by home? “Estás a salvo aquí, mi princesa. Para siempre.”

3K notes · View notes

konigsblog · 6 days

Note

retired Konig who pretends to be a virgin so the sweet maid he hired lets him fuck her, he tells her there's no chance of him having children since he is infertile (lie) so he gets to cum inside her again and again

Retired!König x Maid!Reader 🍼

CW: DUB-CON, BABY TRAPPING, PREGNANCY / MDNI 18+

Surely, there's no risk of pregnancy when König is infertile, right? You obliviously trust König, don't question or ask for any form of evidence for the pervert that sneaks his filthy, grubby hand up your skirt teasingly. I mean, why would you ask for evidence? You've been working for him over the course of a couple months, and you've really gotten to know and trust him, despite his grossness and depravity.

You don't blame him for not being able to keep his dirty, large hands off of your gorgeous body. He's lonely and anxious, that's all. He just needs a slick, warm cunt to fuck nicely. You don't mind easing down onto his meaty cock occasionally, especially for some extra cash.

Although, König is hiding a perverse and sickening secret from you. He's not infertile. In fact, the entire thing is a huge lie, just to excuse his sick behaviour and have access to all your tight holes, to hopefully baby trap his beloved maid that he obsesses over. König loves how loyal and trustworthy you are, how you're not afraid to let König slide his veiny, lengthy cock inside your drooling pussy, for some extra payment. You offer your body up generously, allowing the old, retired loner to have his way with your holes for hours until you're forced to stay overnight. If you knew you had a chance of being impregnated, you wouldn't have ever bothered....

It doesn't hit you at first. Your period is becoming irregular and hasn't arrived? No big deal, you couldn't be pregnant - there's no risk, after all. Unusual and strange cravings? It's probably just a symptom that your period is near. But, after two months, you begin to get anxious, your stomach swelling and König's gaze lasting a lot longer on your new curves and flesh. Doubt weighs on your shoulders and leaves you tense around König, hesitating whether to let him have you or not - whether to trust that bastard.

Don't blame him, little mouse! It's not his fault... König will wipe your tears and cup your face tenderly, yelling at you when you bring up getting an abortion. You must keep his baby, it's a decision you both willingly made, and his abhorrent lies mean nothing in this situation.

Clearly, it was fate. Now, you must allow it to happen, Liebling... :(

2K notes · View notes

abbyshands · 5 months

Text

hers only

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

synopsis; gf!abby does not like clara, the gym trainer who can’t keep her hands off you. so who’s surprised when she loses her composure, channeling her rage in the form of rough, hard sex?

pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader

warnings; abby’s jealous as fuck, a little toxic!abby but not really, use of a strap-on, abby refers to the strap as her dick/cock, and strap is referred to as her dick/cock, throat-fucking (with fingers), fingering, choking, pretty rough sex, degrading (slut/bitch/whore, etc), a little praise, use of baby/honey, one use of y/n BEFORE the smut (sorry, it was necessary), spanking, reader cries, abby gives reader a sensory overload, dumbfucking, etc

a/n; hello! my name is kitlyn, kit for short :) i’m a huge writer, and tlou is my latest obsession. so, ofc, i had to get this fic out for my gf, and much more to come. i hope you like this, and if you have any ideas for me to write, please lmk!

p.s.; your daily reminder (or a fun fact), abby canonically bench presses 205 pounds. i rest my case <3

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

she could only make it a few weeks before her annoyance got the best of her.

you were bulking up for an upcoming mission, assigned to you by issac. in the area you would be in, scar presence was heavy, and you wouldn’t be back to the wlf for a bit, so gaining muscle was a necessity.

abby just wished she didn’t have to watch that girl’s hands all over you to get the job done.

she didn’t understand why she couldn’t train you herself, why issac wouldn’t fucking let her. he waved her off, giving her some bullshit about “a lack of focus.”

come on. if she knew you needed to bulk up, if it meant it would keep you safe, she wouldn’t lose her focus just because it was you.

maybe.

but this was the replacement. some other girl in the wlf, hands all over you as she helped you do pull-ups. your body was covered in sweat, and you had been at this for over an hour. the girl, whose name was clara, had her hands on your hips as you lifted yourself up and over the bar again and again.

“c’mon, give me ten more. you got it,” clara said. you were looking at yourself in the mirror as you let out a grunt with each pull-up you did, on your tenth at this point. but you did your best to push through.

“clara,” you groaned. “i can’t fucking—“ you began. but your trainer cut you off.

“don’t use your breath. just keep going. i’ve seen you do it before. you got it,” clara said once more, tone firm. you didn’t think it would be a good idea to deny her. so you went on.

but you were fully oblivious to the pair of blue eyes fixed on you across the room.

you had forgotten that abby also worked out around this time to lift with manny, so it didn’t even occur to you that she was gazing at this whole thing like a hawk.

“abs!” manny said to abby, accent thick. he snapped his fingers in front of abby’s face, and abby looked at him both confusedly, but also annoyedly.

“huh? what, what is it?” abby asked. she had fully spaced out, and her cheeks were red. but it wasn’t because of the workout.

it was your fucking trainer.

“estás bien? i lost you a few minutes ago,” manny said. abby had gotten used to his habit of going back and forth from spanish to english, to the point where she knew a thing or two. so she easily responded.

“yeah, i’m fine. let’s just finish for today, okay? i’m not feeling it,” she excused. but manny could see where her eyes were.

you.

“ah,” manny said. he seemed to understand now, a look of comprehension across his face as he said that. “okay. i’ll see you back at the room, then, sí?” manny asked as he held his fist out.

abby did the same and gave him the small fist bump he was looking for. “yeah, see you.”

once manny had left, abby began to pack up her gym bag. by now, you had finished your pull-ups, and were taking needy gulps from your water bottle. clara gave you a small pat on the back once you had finished drinking.

“that was good. you got any more in you?” clara laughed.

you smiled at her, shrugging. “not sure. i’ve gotta meet my girlfriend soon,” you said. really, it was in an hour or two. but you’d have to shower, change, etc. so, to you, it was soon.

nevertheless, you figured a bit more couldn’t hurt. so, you said, “but i think i can do a few more reps.”

clara just gave you a nod. each time you would bring up this girlfriend of yours, her demeanor changed like that. she’d tense, and pause her words.

you knew what it seemed like, and obviously, you didn’t like clara. but you did kind of need her.

and besides, if abby—fuck, if abby knew? it'd be a fucking field day to say the least.

you ended up choosing back squatting as a way to finish off your session with clara. you ducked your head under the bar, elbows flexing as you removed it from the rack. you caved a little under the heaviness of it, but with clara’s reassurance, you did your best to move.

clara put her arms under yours as you held the bar behind your back. she squatted along with you, body behind yours as she spotted you.

you could only make it ten or so reps before you failed on the eleventh, much to your surprise, as it had never happened to you before. clara put her hands on your chest quickly, and helped you move the bar back up to the rack.

“sorry,” you whispered in a huff, face red from the tension your body had just undergone. clara’s front pressed to your back for just a moment, and you felt a little uncomfy. she had spotted you before while doing a back squat, but not once did you fail one, forcing her to really touch you like that.

“it’s okay, it’s okay. you did fine,” clara smiled. this time, she put a hand on your shoulder, way too close for comfort. and then, she murmured to you, her own face red. “i’m proud of you.”

oh, that was fucking it.

abby discarded her gym bag on the floor. she tossed it somewhere. she would grab it later. but she couldn’t fucking watch this anymore. who the hell did this girl think she was, hands all over you like that? and who knows what she was saying to you? that was abby’s fucking job.

and hers only.

“y/n,” an all too familiar voice said from your left, and you didn’t need to look to know who had spoken.

you were thinking, my savior, once abby’s voice filled your ears. but when your eyes moved to hers, you were sure your soul left your body.

because she looked pissed.

clara moved her hand off your shoulder, and you hated the way she did it—like the two of you had been doing way more than just working out.

“grab your shit, we’re leaving,” abby said firmly to you, and she couldn’t help but send a small glare clara’s way. you weren’t the only one feeling scared, because clara was pale as a ghost. she had known you had a girlfriend, obviously.

but it was abby fucking anderson?

neither you nor clara said a word as you packed up your gym bag. once you had, abby was grabbing you by the waist, and yanking you out of the gym, leaving clara far, far behind you.

“abs—“ you tried, you really fucking did. but abby didn’t want to hear it.

“not a fucking word.”

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

manny knew better than to come back to the room once he saw abby eyeing you like that in the gym. it wouldn’t be the first, nor would it be the last, time that abby’s temper had ended in a room full of sex.

as soon as you were inside of the room, abby was grabbing your gym bag from your hands, tossing it far away, and kissing you aggressively. you responded with a whine, but let her, kissing her back with just as much passion. her hand gripped your neck as she all but slammed you onto the door, free hand running over your body like it was a temple she was born to worship.

really, it was.

abby put her free hand under your leg and held it up, pressing herself into you as her tongue battled yours. you moaned into her mouth as her grip on your neck compressed, her fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs.

what a good day to have worn shorts…

when abby finally pulled back, your lips were spilling with drool, lips numb and plump from the belligerence in abby’s kisses. your whole face was hot, and abby’s face was red.

and, fuck, did she look mad.

abby smashed her lips back onto yours, and kissed you all the way to her bed. once there, she pushed you down onto it and got on top of you, her large thighs on either side of your lap.

if you weren’t in for it before, you surely were now.

abby reached her arm out to open the drawer of her bedside table, and it was only a moment or two before she was pulling out a very familiar item.

her strap.

“a- abs, wh- what are you—“ you began dumbly, way too curious to find out what it was she had in mind. but abby wasn’t feeling at all gracious.

you talk when she says you can.

“shut the fuck up,” abby damn near growled at you, the kind of tone she reserved for when she was really fucking angry. you had heard it many times before. when you were on a mission and battling scars. when issac reprimanded her for being careless in the field. when mel pissed her off one too many times.

bottom line, when shit didn’t go her way.

and the idea that she felt that way now both turned you on and scared the fuck out of you.

abby was quick to secure the strap’s harness to her waist. the view of the dildo attached to it always made your mouth fill with drool: black, veiny, seven and a half inches long. she’d made you cum with it so many times you lost count, and it was a million times better than the real thing.

especially when you had abby anderson on top of you, or behind you, or below you, encouraging you to take it like the good girl you were.

she grabbed your hips with fervor, forcing you to wrap your legs around her torso once your bottoms, and underwear, were out of her way. you let out a needy mewl as she slid the tip through your already wet folds, riling you up, just like that.

when your eyes closed as an answer, abby tutted, and moved one of her large hands down to grab you by the chin. “look at me,” she demanded.

and who the hell would you be to deny that?

your eyes were weak and needy as they met abby’s, pupils big with just a touch of fear, heart pounding in your ears. abby spoke firmly, and you could tell that she wasn’t playing around.

you had left fun and games behind the second you walked into this room.

“you’re gonna take this dick as much as i want you to, over and over again. n’ i’m gonna fuck you rough, ‘til you’re babbling out nonsense. do you hear me?”

your body felt paralyzed when those words left abby’s lips, her tone dripping in anger. you couldn’t manage much, and all you could do was nod. but she was not having that.

she squeezed down on your chin, which made you whimper out. “words.”

“y- yes, ma’am, i- i understand,” you weakly muttered out, and that seemed to suffice for her. abby let up on her grip, and her hand moved down from your chin to your lips.

“good. now suck.”

you didn’t delay. you opened your mouth for abby to push her fingers inside of it, index and ring beginning to fuck it. abby could feel your drool as she pumped the two fingers in and out of you, your tongue eagerly wrapping around them.

she doesn’t give a damn in the world as she pounds them to the back of your throat, making you gag, and your eyes close and roll back as she does so.

not for long.

“open your eyes. keep ‘em on me,” abby says in a rough tone, and you oblige a little too quickly. water’s already filling the corners of your eyes, and abby can see that when she looks at you.

and she’s barely begun.

“crying for me already, hm? why am i not surprised?” abby couldn’t help but mock you. you looked so feeble like this, choking on her fingers like the whore you were.

“i’d save your tears, honey. ‘cause there’s a lot more where this came from.”

just as you’re beginning to get used to the rough feeling of abby fucking your face with her fingers, she pulls them out, and you let out a small whimper of disapproval.

but it quickly blends into a moan.

her index and ring, the two fingers that you had just had your tongue around, that were soaked in your drool, pushed inside of you without so much as a warning.

“oh, f- fuck, abby,” you moaned as the suddenness of the moment took over your senses. your thighs clenched around her as she skillfully pumped her fingers in and out of your cunt, just as she had so many times in the past.

abby used her other hand to pry your thighs back open. “ah ah, baby. spread your legs for me.”

just when you figured this couldn’t get any more forceful, abby was pushing a third finger inside of you, her middle one, and using her thumb to rub your clit.

your response was way too fast as you grabbed one of abby’s broad shoulders, digging your fingernails into the freckled skin on it. you let out a loud moan as your eyes squeezed shut, letting it all sink in. three of abby’s fingers deep inside of you, pumping in and out of your wet pussy as she thumbed your clit like a fucking pro.

“fuckfuckfuck,” you groaned, and, god, did abby like that. barely begun with you, and you were already drunk off her touch.

but then again, that’s how it always went.

“look at you, fucking soaked for me. needy bitch,” abby degraded you mercilessly as she curled her fingers inside of you, easily hitting your g-spot.

“mmph, abby…” you could barely manage.

“hush,” she said harshly. your gaze moved up to hers as she fingered you, her usual pale blue eyes big, pupils enlarged. it was clear that she wasn’t letting up any time soon. “don’t talk unless i say you can.”

you didn’t.

abby had you soaking her fingers in your release soon enough, your orgasm spilling over you. she pulled her fingers out of you and moved them to her lips, leaving not even one drop behind as she sucked them dry. the view filled your abdomen with butterflies: that was for damn sure.

if this is how she made you feel with your fingers, you could hardly imagine her dick.

and abby didn’t delay. you didn’t get even a second to process before she was lining the tip of the silicone toy to your cunt, and pushing into you forcefully.

“abby, w- wait, fuck. t- too soon,” you whimpered, but you knew abby didn’t give a shit about what you had to say. she shushed you with her hand, putting her fingers past your lips once more.

“don’t care. you’re gonna take this cock like a good fucking girl,” she emphasized the word as she thrust into you hard. “and i don’t wanna hear shit. got that?”

you nodded, and didn’t try to speak again. you just did what abby wanted you to, sucking on her long fingers to keep you occupied while she pounded into your pussy.

“clara can’t fuck you this good, can she, baby?” abby rasped as each thrust grew more ravenous, both fingers pushing deeper.

so that’s what this was all about. well, really, you figured as much. you knew clara’s behavior would somehow bite you in the ass. but now that you had abby’s words to confirm it, you couldn’t be more sure.

you did what you could to shake your head, but let’s be real. it was abby fucking anderson. speechlessness was never an answer in her books. she took her fingers out of your mouth for the last time, eager to hear you talk now.

“say it.”

“n- no, abby. s’just you. s’only you,” your tongue slurred as the words left your lips, and abby couldn’t help but get off on the way you were speaking, a smug smirk on her face.

“mmhm. only i get to fuck this pretty pussy of yours, y’hear me?” abby let out in a grunt, her drool covered hand settling onto your neck, squeezing down. she was fucking you hard, no mercy as her hips thrust aggressively, pushing herself as deep inside of you as she could possibly go.

you were more than okay with that.

“y- yes, ma’am,” you let out a groan of your own as abby rutted her hips into you, eyes locked on hers. “i’m yours. a- all yours.”

you were a whining and whimpering mess as abby gave you a nod of approval, hand gripping your neck like it was her lifeline. “that’s a good whore. mine and no one else’s.”

“how do you think days like today make me feel, huh? fucking bitch with her hands all over you, gawking at you like you’re hers. well, let me tell you somethin’,” abby snarls. she pulls out of you, tip pressed to your folds, and for a moment, you think she’s going to make you beg for her to fuck you once more. but just like that, she’s slamming back inside, going, arguably, deeper than she had before.

“she doesn’t get to have you. no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good. no one’s ever gonna love you like i do. you’re all fucking mine, like it or not. got that?”

you’re not surprised by the aggression in her tone, but, damn, is she pissed. you can feel her anger seep into your skin as she fucks you like a toy, addresses you like a doll.

and you let her.

“m’sorry, abby, m’so sorry. i know i’m yours. i’m yours, swear to god i am. m’so sorry,” you moan dumbly as she squeezes your neck.

which you’re sure will have marks to show for it tomorrow.

“i know you are, baby,” abby rasps. her hand moves from her neck to your thigh now, and she digs her fingernails into it as she slams into you. “and you fucking should be.”

and again, abby has you cumming, her name rolling off your tongue like music as, this time, it’s her cock you soak in your release. “there you go, honey. know you like when i fuck this pussy like this. that’s it,” abby whispered.

your brain was way too foggy with the aggression of this session with your girlfriend to get your words out properly.

what was is it that abby had said about making you babble again?

“f- fuck, abby. oh, fuck,” you whined, body tired from receiving your second orgasm that evening. but abby was nowhere near done with you: both of you knew that.

abby didn’t speak as she pulled herself out of you, grabbing you by the hips and flipping your body over, so that you were no longer on your back. she forced you onto all fours, your ass poking up into the air. she yanks your bottoms fully off of you from behind, underwear following, and settles her hands onto your ass.

“abby, come on, please,” you all but cry out. you’re not sure how much you can take, not when it’s so sudden, anyway. abby’s anger is slowly going away, your caring girlfriend coming back little by little. but you weren’t quite there yet.

“you’ve got one more in you, baby, i know you do,” abby says softly, and she circles her thumbs over your ass. the move is almost loving.

“and you’re gonna take it, like the good slut you are. mkay?”

like you said. almost.

you grumble, but you can’t say no. not only did you not want to, but when it came to abby, that was one of the last things on your mind. probably. . .not a good idea. so, “mkay,” is what you say in response.

“good girl. can fuck you better like this, anyway,” abby hums. she begins to take your shirt off, and you lift your arms up to help her remove you tank top. and then, who’s surprised, she unhooks your bra with ease, discarding it on the floor somewhere.

the feeling’s familiar as abby pushes inside of your aching pussy once more. you’re sore and tired, brain fucked out from abby’s belligerence. but you need her, just as much as you need the very oxygen in your lungs.

and she needs you.

as if this isn’t enough, her arms move under yours, and squeeze each of your tits. it quickly reminds you of the way clara spotted you earlier, because that was one of the very things that had caused this in the first place.

but this felt so much better.

your eyes rolled back into your head as abby rubbed hard circles into your nipples, eager and needy to get you off for the third time in a row. she knew it wouldn’t be long now. each time she fucked you like this, round after round, your orgasms came in quick successions.

literally.

abby was pushing into your g-spot once again, and the feeling of it all was almost too much. if she wanted you to babble, then she got it: because there was no other way to describe the words spilling from your lips.

“a- abby, fuck, please don’t stop. you feel s- so good, f- fuck, please.” you weren’t making any sense by now, at least not to yourself. but abby knew what you wanted.

because she knew just how to please you.

“keep moaning, baby. you sound adorable,” abby chuckled as she fucked you, hips pushing deep into a spot you didn’t even know you had. “all cockdrunk off this dick, like the whore you are. my whore.”

she just had to add that. for good measure.

“tell me how much you like it. tell me how much you like it when i pound your pussy like this.”

you were licking your lips in the neediest way as she pressed her thumbs into your tits. you couldn’t help but push yourself back into her, that fucking needy for her. “i- i love it, abby. love it so much, fuck. you fuck me so good.”

abby moved one of her hands back from your tit and onto your ass, and gave you a small spank there. “fuck, yeah, i do. never gonna get it this good from anyone else, are you, baby? not clara, not any other bitch. just me, yeah?”

“mmph, mhm,” you murmured, and, fuck, were you on the brink. of course no one else could fuck you like this. no one could fuck like this period. some days, you wished the world could see just what abby anderson had to offer.

but that would involve a hell of a lot of sharing that you didn’t want to do.

“aw, i’m fucking you dumb, huh, baby? can’t even get a word out. dumb fucking slut,” abby smirked, slapping your ass one more time, then massaging the red mark with her thumb. “who do you belong to, hm?”

abby wasn’t wrong. your brain was fogged up, cloudy as she slammed into you from the back, and you couldn’t even see as your eyes rolled back into your head for the millionth time over. your words came out messy, drunken, incoherent. “i- i b—i’m—yours, i b- belong to—to you.”

you could feel your third orgasm bubbling up inside of you as abby pounded you from the back, and she had both hands on your tits once more, gripping both of them as she thumbed at your nipples. your face was hot, your lewd moans filling the room to the brim, as abby filled you.

“f- fuck, abby, don’t stop,” you whimpered out, and you had never sounded so broken before. “g- gonna cum.”

well, that much was obvious.

abby didn’t hold you back. she encouraged you with each thrust of her hips, every one increasing in speed with each second that passed by. she was a pro at this, and she knew it.

“that’s it, honey. cum on my cock, loud, like you mean it. wanna hear you scream for me,” she said with a small grunt, and she said it like it was a demand.

you obeyed.

you were yelling your girlfriend’s name as white spilled all over the silicone that was her dick, a series of pornographic moans falling from your swollen lips. your expression was just that, too: lewd, broken, because you had never been fucked like that in your life.

for the last time, abby pulled out of you, and unsecured the harness around her torso. once she put it to the side, she couldn’t help but put her fingers to your pussy for the last time, scooping a bit of your white release onto them. you shuddered as she did so, and looked behind you, just to see her suck her fingers off.

you lay limp on the bed as abby got up to grab a small towel. gingerly, she began to wipe your body clean, beginning with your thighs. she kissed up them as she did it, and it was so, so different to the way she had been manhandling you mere seconds beforehand.

that was abby for you.

once you were both clean, abby laid down beside you, and pulled you close to her body. she put her hands on your waist, and pressed a kiss to your forehead as you snuggled into her broad chest. you didn’t even feel awkward about the fact that you were the only one naked.

if abby didn’t care, then neither did you.

“you okay, baby? wasn’t too rough with you, was i?” abby asked, her thumb circling your cheek. you smiled up at her, a rush of butterflies soaring inside your abdomen at the small rasp in the way she cooed.

“no, abs. not at all. i mean, i always knew you got jealous, but—wow,” you couldn’t help your giggle.

abby feigned annoyance by giving you an eye roll, but you could tell that she was just being playful. besides, it’s not like she could deny the fact. so she smirked. “what can i say? you just have that effect on me. besides, you have to admit—clara was way too close for comfort.”

“mmhm,” you hum.

“but maybe that was a good thing.”

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

reblogs are very much welcomed <3

———

#abby anderson #abby anderson fic #abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson smut #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson the last of us 2 #abby tlou #the last of us smut #wlw ns/fw #wlw smut #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x y/n #tlou2 smut

3K notes · View notes

drudyslut · 6 months

Text

— summary: rafe cameron falls for the preachers daughter.

— warnings: smut! 18+ stalking, manipulation, rafe is obsessed with reader, fingering, hand riding for like a second, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, praise, oral (male receiving), soft!dom!rafe, innocent!naïve!reader, i think that’s it.

— note: this request was amazing. i love love rafe & innocent!reader, it makes me feel some type of way 🥹 this is kind of a long one, enjoy<3 likes, comments and reblogs are SO appreciated!!

❥ preachers daughter— r.c

Rafe wasn’t sure when his obsession with her started, all he knew was that he wanted her, wanted to ruin her.

He remembers the first time he had ever saw her, it was an early Sunday morning, his father had decided to drag him to Sunday morning service, something Rafe had never imagined himself going to…

… But man, was he glad he did.

He remembered every small detail about her from that morning. She was wearing a long green, floral dress that fell well past her knees, she had a white sweater pulled over her upper half, and a pair of beige strappy heels. Her hair had been done in loose curls, a soft white bow tying it up into a low ponytail, making Rafe blush at the innocence that emitted from her.

The smile that graced her beautiful lips had made Rafe grow painfully hard, having to excuse himself to the restroom to readjust himself.

Rafe had pushed her into the back of his mind though, knowing that a woman like her would never be with a man like him.

She was his polar opposite; pure, kind, without any obvious flaws. Whereas Rafe was impure, violent, and covered in issues from head to toe.. You could thank his father for that.

Rafe knew he didn’t stand a chance, so why, and when, did his obsession with her begin? Why had he caught himself following her around town, watching her every move? Why had he found a way to place a tracking device on her car, his possessive need to know where she was at all times pushing him to do such a crazy thing.

Why had he found himself beating the shit out of any man he’d seen talk to her? Why did he care so much? She didn’t even know he existed, yet, he found himself quite literally stalking her, obsessing over her, vowing to himself that he would protect her at any and all cost.

Rafe had continued following her for months before he had finally decided to make his move on her. He’d quickly picked up on her schedule, learned all of her favorite places to shop, eat, where she loved to do her Bible studies.

After six months of constantly following her and learning all he needed to know about her, he had decided it was finally time for him to make his move, make her his.

He was parked outside of the small coffee shop she frequented regularly, watching as she sat at a table, flipping through the pages of her notebook, taking small sips of her coffee order.

He loved that she was completely oblivious of the man who had been watching her for months, in his mind it proved that she did need him in her life, she needed him to take care of her, protect her, teach her to be more aware of her surroundings.

Rafe’s head snaps up when he sees her stand from her spot, gathering her books and pens, pushing her chair in and making her way to the front door.

He quickly hops from his truck, rushing across the street, his plan to make a move being set in motion.

She pushes the door to the coffee shop open, her head hung low as she stepped through the threshold, making it easy for Rafe to step in her way, lightly bumping her and causing her head to snap up.

“Oh, i’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention”

Her face is flushed red, her voice soft, angelic.

The corners of Rafe’s lips quirk up slightly, a small smile on his face as he looks down at her small figure.

“Not a problem, I should have said something. I’m Rafe, and you are?”

He extends his hand out for her to take, to which she quickly complies, placing her small hand in his.

He places a soft kiss to the back of her hand, her breath catching in her throat at the action. She wasn’t sure what to think of the man in front of her, she’d never been greeted like that by anyone.

“I-I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you, Rafe”

“Y/L/N? As in Pastor Y/L/N?” Rafe asks, his eyebrow quirked up as he played his part well.

She smiles, her eyes sparkling at the mention of her father. He attends her church? Why had she never seen him before now?

“Yeah, that’s my dad! You go to our church?”

Rafe chuckles, an amused smirk laid on his lips, “Yeah, sometimes. My dad started making me go a few months ago, i’m surprised we haven’t run into each other before now”

He feels himself growing painfully hard when he hears the angelic laugh that falls from her pretty mouth, her eyes lit up as she carefully pushes a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Church not really your thing?” She asks, her lower lip brought between her teeth as she smiled up at him.

“Not really, but hey, your father sure knows how to get you into it huh?”

She shifts herself on her feet, readjusting her books in her hands, “Yeah he’s great, he loves what he does”

Rafe notices the large books in her arms, how she continues to shift and adjust them. “Want me to grab those for you?”

She glances down at the books in her arms, and back up at Rafe, his bright blue eyes making butterflies erupt in her stomach, “Uh, sure. Thanks” She smiles, handing him the books and looking toward the ground.

“You wanna ride home?”

She pauses for a moment, her mind drawing a blank as her palms became clammy. Why she was so nervous? She wasn’t sure. Maybe it was because he was making her feel things she knew was wrong, maybe it was because she knew better than to get involved with a man without her father’s permission, but something about him made her want to take the risk, break her own rules.

“Sure, that’d be nice. Thank you”

And just like that, Rafe’s plan was falling into place. He had gotten her attention, gotten her to trust him so easily. He loved how naïve she was, how innocent she was, and as much as he’d love to take it slow with her, he felt he’d taken it slow enough, waiting, watching, protecting her for months, even if she didn’t know it.

He had to have a taste of her, had to break her of her innocence, and he needed to do it now. He needed her to be his, and only his.

Everything had began moving quickly, Rafe had driven her to his house instead of hers, his lips finding hers in an instant, pulling her from the passenger seat and into his lap.

She was unconsciously grinding herself over his bulge, her hands running over his buzzed hair, his hands tightly gripping at her hips as his tongue explored her mouth.

Her breathing was ragged, hands trembling as she continued pressing herself into him. She wasn’t sure what she was doing or why, it was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so right.

“Rafe” she tries to speak, her words being swallowed by him. He presses his hand flat against her lower back, pushing her further into him as he continues his assault on her mouth.

She plants her palms on his chest, pushing herself back, her back pressed firmly against his steering wheel.

She runs a hand through her hair, her eyes slightly welled up with tears as she tries to calm her breathing.

“This- This is wrong. We don’t even know each other, we- I’m not supposed to have sex until I’m married, I can’t- We can’t-“

Rafe shushes her softly, his thumb running across her bottom lip as his blue eyes burn into her, “Shh, Shh. It’s okay, angel. There’s nothing wrong with this, trust me?”

She sighs, resting her head on his chest, the tears that had fallen from her eyes soaking the fabric of his shirt.

“I-I trust you, but- But this isn’t right, Rafe”

Rafe runs his hand down her side, placing it on her clothed thigh and squeezing lightly, pulling a small squeal from her lips.

“What isn’t right about it? I can teach you things, make you feel things, I promise you’ll love it”

Rafe had his mind set, he was prepared to break her, and he didn’t want to wait any longer. He knew a girl like her, so innocent, so naïve, was bound to break under the pressure.

He could tell she was curious, curious as to what it felt like to be touched by a man, to give her full self to someone, and he wanted to be that person, he needed to be that person.

He was in too deep with her, too obsessed with her. The way she looked, how angelic her voice was, the way she looked wearing clothes that hid even the most innocent parts of her body from the world. He needed her to be his, she would be his.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s go upstairs, and I promise i’ll take good care of you. Do you trust me?”

She brings her bottom lip between her teeth, an action that was so innocent to her, but it drove Rafe crazy. He could feel the blood rush to his cock, making him grow uncomfortably hard beneath the fabric of his jeans.

She gasped when she felt his hard-on pressed into her thigh, an amused smirk playing at Rafe’s lips. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me, you’re so beautiful, let me show you just how beautiful you are. You deserve to be touched, to be made feel good. Don’t you want that?”

A simple “okay” was all she could manage to breathe out, her breath hitching in her throat when she felt him place his hands on her ass, gripping at it tightly.

“Okay what sweetheart? I need you to tell me what you want”

“I-I want you to touch me” She says softly, her voice so low it was almost a whisper, but Rafe had heard her clearly.

He quickly shoves his car door open, his free hand gripping tightly below her ass, keeping her tightly wrapped around his torso.

He gently sets her down onto her feet, shutting the truck door and grabbing her hand, pulling her to the front door of his house.

Rafe wastes no time, pulling her inside and locking the front door and dragging her to the spiral staircase that led upstairs.

Once they reached the top he pulls her into his room, shutting and locking the door. His lips instantly find hers again, the feeling of her lips against his pulling a groan from him. Her lips felt like home to him, warm, and safe- Something Rafe had never felt in his entire life.

He wraps his arms around her waist, his lips consuming hers as he pushes her back flush into his bedroom wall. He runs a hand up her side, his fingers pushing the hem of her shirt up, exposing just the slightest bit of flesh to him. He lightly grazes his fingers up the length of her side, his fingertips finding her bra.

He unclasps it in record time, running a hand up her arm and sliding one strap down her shoulder, moving to the other side and copying his actions until the flimsy fabric fell down her chest and onto his bedroom floor.

He pulls his lips from hers, his deep blue gaze on her face. He burns the image of her current state into his mind, her lips swollen and slightly parted, her chest heaving up and down as she tries to steady her breathing. He loved that he was the one who’d made her like this, loved that he was the one who had her craving more of his touch.

“You wanna take your shirt off princess?” He asks her softly, his thumb swiping across her bottom lip, his other arm still tightly wrapped around her waist.

“Y-Yes”

Rafe grins, pulling his arm from her waist and watching as she brings her hands down to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. Her cheeks instantly turn a bright shade of pink, her arms flying across her chest to cover herself from him.

He lifts his hands, placing them gently on her arms and pulling them down. “No don’t hide princess, you want me to see you. And you’re so beautiful”

She nods her head slowly, letting her arms fall to her sides. She felt her entire body heat up under Rafe’s stare, his eyes erratically scanning across her chest.

He swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, bringing his hands up to softly cup her bare breasts in his palms.

“Such a pretty girl, aren’t you?”

He begins softly massaging her breasts in his hands, his fingers finding her nipples, pinching and pulling at them. He loved the expression that took over her face when he began playing with her sensitive buds, her lips parted, eyes squeezed shut as she panted.

“Doesn’t that feel good, baby?”

“Y-Yes. Feels- Feels so good, Rafe”

Rafe hums in appreciation, dipping his head down to lick a stripe across both her breasts. She gasps loudly, her head falling back against the wall when he wraps his lips around one of the buds, sucking on it lightly before switching to the other side.

Her hands fly to the back of his head, nails lightly scratching through his buzzed hair. She lets soft moans fall from her lips, and Rafe swore he’d never heard anything so beautiful, so angelic. She was going to be the death of him.

He lets his hands fall, finding her waist and lightly tapping at her thigh, “Jump” he instructs, and she’s quick to obey, straddling him instantly.

Rafe carries her to his bed, letting her fall onto the soft mattress with a soft thud.

He climbs himself on top of her, his arms caging her into the bed. He steadies himself with one hand flat on the mattress, his free hand running up her side, a trail of goosebumps left behind on her skin from his fingertips. He cups her cheek softly, lightly rubbing his thumb across it.

“You want me to take your jeans off? Make you feel good?” Rafe asks, but he gives her no time to answer, his hand being removed from her cheek and finding the button on her jeans.

He swiftly undoes the button, pulling her zipper down slowly before he begins sliding the denim fabric down her legs.

Rafe sucks in a sharp breath when he sees her lacy white panties, an innocent girl like her wearing something like this?

“Fuck”

She blushes at his vulgar words, her breathing shaky as his fingers play with the waistband of her panties.

She lets out a shaky breath when his fingers push down into the front of her underwear, his fingers brushing against her clit, making her hips buck forward from the sensation.

“Rafe” She breathes out, her fingers tightly gripping at his bedding.

“You okay sweetheart?”

“We- We shouldn’t, oh!”

She tries to protest, tries to keep her faith and do as she knows she’s supposed to, but Rafe wasn’t having it. He runs his middle finger through her slick folds, pulling his hand from inside her panties and shoving the digit in his mouth.

He hums in appreciation, the taste of her on his tongue making the blood rush to his already painfully hard and throbbing cock.

“You’re so wet, so sweet. You know this is what you want, isn’t it baby?”

She feels the tears welling up in her eyes, letting a few stray tears fall. Did she want this? She didn’t understand what she was feeling, why she was aroused. She’d never felt like this before. Rafe had her mind racing, she did want this, she knew it was wrong, knew her father would be so disappointed in her, but why deny herself of this feeling when it felt right? Felt good.

She nods her head in response, pulling a small smile from Rafe’s lips. He tugs at her panties, pulling them down her legs and shoving them into the back pocket of his jeans.

He cups her bare cunt, his palm pressing firmly against her clit, making her whimper and squirm beneath his touch.

“You can move baby, make yourself feel good”

She whimpers, moving her hips and grinding herself against his hand. Rafe takes his free hand, his ringed fingers pressing into her thigh as he held her open for him. He removes his hand from her pussy, running a finger through her slick again, gathering her arousal on the digit before he slowly pushes it into her.

“Oh, Oh God!” She cries out, her back arching off the bed, pushing his finger further into her.

“God isn’t here sweetheart, it’s just you and me”

He begins slowly pushing his finger in and out of her soaked core, her velvety walls clenching around his finger. He curls his finger, hitting a spot inside her that had her toes curling.

“I-I, Oh Rafe”

Rafe smirks, adding another finger inside her. He quickens his pace, pushing them in and out harshly. She’s a whimpering mess, her orgasm so close he could feel it from how she was clenching around him.

“You can cum, it’s okay sweetheart, let it out”

She feels a burn between her legs, her belly growing tight as a feeling she’d never felt washes over her. She’s trembling beneath him, legs shaking, fists tightly wrapped around the fabric of his blanket as Rafe helped fuck her through her high.

When he pulls his fingers from her she lets out a small whimper, her body laying limp on his mattress, chest heaving up and down as she comes down from her orgasm.

“See that wasn’t so bad was it?” Rafe asks.

She sucks in a shaky breath, shaking her head. “N-No. Not bad. I’ve never… You know..”

Rafe quirks an eyebrow up at her, that damned amused smirk on his lips. “You’ve never had an orgasm before? I knew that sweetheart”

She hides her face in her hands, body heating up from embarrassment.

Rafe’s hands fly to hers, slowly pulling them down, his free hand rubbing softly across her cheek.

“Don’t hide, it’s okay. I want to teach you, I want you to feel comfortable with me, don’t you feel comfortable with me baby?”

She lets out a deep sigh, “Yes, I-I’m comfortable”

He grins, satisfied that he’d gotten her comfortable with him. He sits himself up on his knees, undoing his belt and tossing it to the floor.

“Do you wanna make me feel good sweet girl?”

She bites at her bottom lip, watching as he undoes the button on his pants followed by his zipper, the fabric sliding down his legs and leaving him in nothing but his underwear and his polo.

“Yes, I wanna make you feel good, teach me?”

Rafe brings his hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb sliding across her bottom lip, sliding the digit past her parted lips.

She wraps her lips around his thumb, giving it a light suck, a raspy groan falling from Rafe at the feeling.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful, gonna be such a good girl f’me, make me feel good, yeah?”

He pulls his thumb from her lips, sliding his briefs down his legs, his erection springing free and slapping just below his belly button. He notices the wide eyed expression on her face, her lips parted in a small ‘o’ as she stared at him.

“It’s okay baby, don’t be scared”

Rafe firmly grasps at his cock, pumping at it slowly, his free hand coming to the back of her head as he helped guide her down. “Put your lips on it baby, I got you”

She does as he says, her lips wrapping around the head first lightly sucking at his swollen tip. Rafe’s grip tightens in her hair, his hips bucking forward.

“Good girl, swirl your tongue around it a little, pretend it’s a popsicle or a lollipop”

She obeys, swirling her tongue around him, the precum that leaked from his tip making its way onto her tongue. She hums around him, the salty taste making her grow wet again.

Rafe slowly pushes himself further into her mouth, his breathing erratic as she takes him fully.

Her teeth graze at his shaft, making him jump back from the pain. “No teeth baby, hollow your cheeks and just move your head up and down slowly”

Her cheeks hollow, her head moving slowly up and down his length, small gags and whimpers falling from her with each push and pull, his head hitting the back of her throat with each push.

Rafe inhales deeply through his nose, his head thrown back in pleasure as she continues to suck and lick every last inch of him.

“Such a good fucking girl”

She feels herself grow wet from his praise, the ache between her thighs back, the craving for more of his touch growing with each passing second.

He tightly grips her hair when he feels himself twitching inside her mouth, pulling her off of him, her cheeks and chin stained with drool.

“Wanna cum inside you, do you want that? Want me to fill your pretty pussy up with my cum?”

She nods her head slowly, laying herself back and spreading her legs for him.

Rafe smiles widely, the innocence that once radiated from her now gone, and all because of him.

He pulls his polo over his head, discarding it on the floor and leaning himself down. He uses one hand to steady himself up, his other hand pumping at his cock and lining himself with her slick entrance.

“Gonna go slow okay? If it hurts, let me know and i’ll let you take a minute to breathe”

She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out except a small whine, the feel of his fat head pushing into her small hole sending a burn through her legs.

Rafe softly shushes her, “Shhh, it’s okay i’m gonna take care of you, alright?”

She blinks away her tears, nodding her head and sucking in a sharp breath. Rafe slowly pushes himself in more, using one hand to lightly stroke her cheek, trying to help her calm her breathing.

He pushes himself inside her fully, stilling his movements and trying to let her adjust to his size. She lets out a soft breath, her hands flying to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the flesh.

“Can I move princess?”

“Yes, please”

Rafe begins to slowly thrust himself inside her, small moans and whimpers falling from her as she begins to rock her hips with his.

“You’re doing so good, my good girl”

She’s a whining mess, the pain replaced with pleasure making her toes curl, her head thrown back into the pillows as she focuses on the feel of each push and pull Rafe makes.

“Not gonna last long with you squeezin’ me like that sweetheart, you feel yourself squeezin’ me? Your pussy begging to be filled with my cum”

She lets out a whine, her bottom lip harshly brought between her teeth as she felt her second orgasm approaching.

“I-I think i’m close” she cries out, her hips bucking up and meeting each of his thrusts.

“Let go for me angel, i’m right behind you”

She clamps down around him, squeezing him tightly and sucking him further into her. His head repeatedly hits at her sweet spot, making her a whimpering, moaning mess.

“Gonna fill you up, give you my babies, don’t you want that baby?”

“Yes! Want you babies, wanna be a mama, please please”

She screams out a moan, her release bursting from her. She was trembling, tears staining her cheeks as Rafe fucked her through her high.

Rafe feels his thrusts grow sloppy, his hips stuttering as he twitches inside her. He pushes himself to the hilt, stilling inside her as the hot ropes of his release spill inside of her.

He lets his head dip down, his face falling into the crook of her neck, his lips attacking the skin with hot kisses.

He pulls himself from inside her, rolling onto his side and wrapping his arms around her. He pulls her further into his body, snuggling further into her and breathing in her scent.

“I’m so happy you’re mine now, all mine”

She smiles softly, her eyes drooping as she begins to breathe softly, sleep taking over her.

She wasn’t sure what she would tell her father, or how this would change her life, but she didn’t care. All that mattered to her now was the man who had just completely changed her life, and how she was his, and he was hers.

RAFE TAGLIST: @whore-4-drewstarkey @ivy-34 @rafeism @thelomlisrafecameron @rafegirly @f4ll-for-you @drewstarkeyslut @starkeypankowsbae @lizcameron @m-1234 @dilvcv @thewitchesofart @rafesgfxo @unsaidjaelinrose @abbybarnesstuff @itsmytimetoodream @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @r1vrsefx @alexisbaumann2004 @yourfavborderhopper @moremaybank @mel119g @rafetopia @rafemotherfuckingcameron @jade-is-jaded @jjmaybankisbae @lexasaurs634 @softlilacarrest @fayerite @exhaustedbutelated @lyndys @urmyslxt @presleyanswrites @sierraluvz @carma-fanficaddict @rafescokenostril @madzzz0797 @slytherhoes @jscameron @jjsmarijuana @ijustwanttoreadlols @oceandriveab

moodboard | rafe masterlist | taglist

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #obx smut #obx #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fic #dark!rafe cameron #soft!dom!rafe #rafe smut #rafe cameron brainrot #rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe fic

5K notes · View notes

inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 9 months

Text

Luffy X Reader: Love bites

Only joined the One piece fandom recently and i'm already obsessed with Luffy ❤️

Warnings: Smut, public sex (they're asleep but still), biting, hickeys, oral (f reciving), cum eating, unprotected sex, penetration(p in v), fingering, handjob, kissing, fluff, luffy being luffy.

Word Count: 3,2K

The crew had just come back from a rather successful adventure and decided to celebrate over some drinks. Some drinks turned into many drinks and now you found yourself surrounded by your drunken crew mates, the moonlight shining against you. Usopp was passed out on the floor mumbling in his sleep, Nami and Zoro were having a contest to see who could do the most acrobatics without getting nauseous and Sanji was off to the side flirting with a statue you'd retrieved in your mission. You observed your crew with a small smile. You hadn't drank as much as the others so you were just a little buzzed. Maybe a little more giggly than normal but nothing too bad. You closed your eyes, breathing in the salt air.

You loved this life. The pirate life. Sure, you were constantly on the run and it seemed everyone had something against your crew but it didn't matter. You felt at home with your bundle of misfits. Your odd little family. You'd owe Luffy for the rest of your life for dragging you along. Without him you'd still be stuck on your little island withering away in boredom and loneliness. Luffy had this effect on him, this hidden talent of finding people who needed him without them even knowing it. Luffy was….

Where the hell was he?

You opened your eyes abruptly, searching the ship for your raven haired Captain. Nothing. Luffy was nowhere to be seen. He was probably in the kitchen you thought. Just as you were about to close your eyes again you felt something grab you. Your instinct was to fight but when you saw his familiar smile the fear disappeared. Luffy had wrapped his arms around you and dragged you over to where he was sitting. He'd dragged you across the ship like you weighed nothing. Even after knowing him for a while his abilities still surprised you.

"Hi Luffy.”

“Hi!”

His breath smelled of alcohol and his words came out slower than usual. You couldn't help but smile at the way he looked, all blissed out and beautiful. Falling for Luffy was easy. Inevitable even. He just had this energy to him, this magnetic pulse that seemed to drag you to him.

The rest of the crew felt it too. It was why they decided to join him on his adventure with little hesitation. But what you felt was different. You’d catch yourself admiring your Captain constantly. It didn’t matter if you were in a fight, running for your lifes or just hanging out on the Merry your eyes always seemed to dart in his direction. You wondered if the crew noticed it. You thought you were very discreet with it, sneaky even. Sure there were times when your gaze would linger for too long but no one had ever mentioned anything so you thought you were safe. It’s funny how oblivious people can be when they choose to believe something.

“You okay Luffy?”

“Better now.”

Luffy’s arms wrapped around your thorax like an odd meaty corset. You gasped slightly when you felt him lift your body up and place you on his lap, your legs settling on the sides of his thighs. Luffy was an affectionate person. He loved physical touch but this was another level of contact. One you weren’t used to receiving. You placed your hands on Luffy’s shoulders forcing him to release you slightly so you could look at his face.

“Are you sure you’re okay Captain?”

Luffy closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in as he did. When he opened his eyes once again there was an odd look to them. You were used to seeing his bright eyes opened wide with joy or wrinkling on the sides as he smiled, something he did a lot. But now his eyes had a certain look to them. They looked a lot like they did when he was serious about something but there was a slight twist. A sort of seductive energy to his gaze. His eyes bore into yours causing you to swallow dry. Luffy tilted his head to the side a little before moving to look at his arms wrapped around you. You watched as he licked his lips slowly. You opened your mouth to ask him once more if he was alright but before you could do so Luffy pulled your chest flush to his and sank his face into your neck. You felt his nose move against your collarbone, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling.

“You smell so good.”

You felt him take a deep breath in, the warm air tickling your skin.

“Could eat you up.”

“Luffy, are you sure you’re-Ah!”

Luffy’s teeth sank into your neck without warning causing you to moan out. Before you could even process what was happening Luffy was already kissing the place where he’d bit you, his tongue lapping over the tender skin before sucking gently. Your head lulled to the side instinctively giving your Captain more access to your flesh. Your breath came out in short bursts as Luffy continued to lavish your neck in hickeys. You didn't expect this. Not from your Captain. Not from Luffy. Yet here you were.

Your hands moved to the back of his neck grabbing the hair on the base and giving it a small tug when Luffy gave you a particularly rough suck. Luffy groaned at the feeling, his hips moving up to rut against yours. You felt the stiff outline of his dick against your clothed cunt. This is really happening. You weren't just imagining things. The thought seemed to snap you out of your lustfull daze. You grabbed Luffy's hair tugging him on your neck with force. Your Captain glanced at you questiongly calling out your name in a whisper.

“What's wrong?”

“You're drunk Luffy.”

“So are you.”

“Not as much as you are. I’ll remember this in the morning. I won’t regret it but you-”

“What makes you think I'd regret this?”

You opened and closed your mouth trying to come up with a good answer. The truth was you weren’t used to people desiring you. You’d grown up in a place where everyone made you feel like you weren’t enough. Not pretty enough, not smart enough, not good enough. After being told that your entire life it’s hard to believe it isn’t true. And Luffy was, well he was Luffy. Luffy your friend, Luffy your captain. Luffy the boy who had saved you. The boy you loved. Woah, first time you'd allowed yourself to admit that.

“Hey.”

Luffy seemed to sense your fears, his hands unlatching from your body so that he could hold your face.

“There are better people out there, Luffy.”

“I don't want better. I want you.”

Your eyes widened at Luffy's words, lips quivering slightly. You placed your head against his nuzzling your nose against his. Luffy grinned against your skin before placing a peck on your lips. You leaned back, glancing at Luffy's lustful eyes before latching your lips to his. The kiss was messy, the way Luffy liked it. He devoured your mouth, sucking at your bottom lip. You opened your mouth to him, tongues tangling with each other in a sort of desperate dance. Luffy's hands found their way to your ass grabbing onto the flesh roughly. You moaned against his open mouth, hips grinding down on his crotch.

“Ah porra, isso gatinha.” (Oh fuck, thats it darling.)

You didn’t understand anything when Luffy spoke Portuguese but the sound of his voice when he talked in his mother tongue did something to you. You pressed your thighs against Luffy's legs trying to get some much needed friction. Your captain noticed your needs, his hands travelling down to your pants. His fingers toyed with the buttons before glancing up at you.

“Can i?”

“Yes please Luffy. Need you.”

The whine in your voice made Luffy growl, his hands working rapidly to gain access to your pussy. The moments his digits found their way to your folds you keened. Your body launched forward, head resting on Luffy's chest. He played with your folds, gathering up your juices in his fingers.

“So wet for me baby.”

“Only for my Captain.”

Luffy liked being called Captain in general but the way the title sounded slipping out from your lips did something unspeakable to him. He plunged a finger into your cunt grinning at the small moan that escaped your lips. He thrusted his finger into you for a moment before adding another one. You gripped onto Luffy's arm, your nails digging into his forearm. Your eyes fell on Luffy's arm as he fingered you, watching the muscles contract as his hand worked on bringing you to bliss. You didn’t expect it, the thought had never occurred to you but before you knew it you were sinking your teeth into Luffy's bicep. Luffy's hand stopped moving against your pussy, his whole body going rigid. Fuck. Did he not like it? Had you ruined the mood with your actions?

“Luffy i’m so-”

“Do that again.”

“Huh?”

“Do that again.”

Luffy's voice dropped an octave as he spoke, his eyes glossed over and his pupils blown wide. You looked at him hesitating for a moment before biting down on his arm again. The moan that ripped itself from Luffy's throat was feral. His hips bucked up into your forcing his fingers to go deeper into your pussy and causing you to let out a moan of his name. Your hand clasped around your mouth, eyes widening as you remembered where you were. You turned your body so that you could see where the others were. A sigh of relief left your lips when you realised that the rest of your crew were passed out. Completely unaware of what you and their Captain were getting up to. You turned your attention back to Luffy caressing his hair before placing another kiss to his lips. You bit his lip and tugged causing his skin to stretch a little as you did. You let out a giggle.

“Sorry!”

“It’s okay. I liked it”

“Oh yeah?”

You repeated your action this time grinding your hips down on his as you did. Luffy gritted out your name, teeth finding your neck once more as he bucked up into you. He removed his fingers from your cunt and shoved them in his mouth.

“So sweet. Taste so good.”

Luffy's innocent eyes glance up at you.

“Let me taste you.” “You don’t have to Luffy.”

“I want to. Please let me eat it.”

“Oh-okay.”

Luffy manoeuvred you off his lap laying you down on the bench. You watched as he tugged down your pants exposing your cunt to him. Even in the dark you could see the smile that appeared on his face as he glanced at your pussy. He kneeled on the ground tugging you by legs. He placed either leg on his shoulders, his fingers playing with your folds.

“Look at that. So pretty.”

“Luffy please…”

Luffy didn’t want you to beg. He had no desire to tease you. All he wanted was to make you feel good. And that was exactly what he did. Luffy ate you out like you were the last meal he’d ever have. You had to bite into your hand to keep yourself from moaning too loud and waking the others. The thought of one of them waking up and finding you like this scared you but in a strange way it also gave you a small thrill. You liked the thought of people seeing Luffy worshipping you like you were the only person in the blue sea. Luffy enjoyed the thought too but for a completely different reason. He liked the idea of the crew seeing that he was the one who made you feel like this. That you were his and his alone. You didn’t notice it because you didn’t value yourself but anyone in the crew would worship the ground you walked on if you’d let them. But you’d chosen Luffy and he wanted everyone to know it.

“Luffy baby-Uh ah-i’m close!”

Luffy wanted you to cum, he wanted to see the way your face scrunched and your eyes rolled back but he didn’t know if he could last much longer without being inside you.

“Can I put it in?”

“What?”

“Can i fuck you right?”

Your orgasm was clouding your mind and Luffy's fingers made it hard to think straight so it took you a moment to understand what he was asking. The second you understood you nodded your head enthusiastically.

“Please Luffy, need you baby. Need you inside.”

Luffy's arms wrapped around you once more lifting your limp body with ease before settling you down on his hips again. Your hands found their way into his pants grabbing a hold of his cock and making him hiss. You licked a strip down your hand tugging Luffy's pants down so that his dick could be free. You watched the pre cum leak from his shaft, your thumb moving to collect it before placing it in your mouth. You sucked on your thumb, eyes never leaving Luffys as you did. You gave his cock a couple of strokes, observing his Adam's apple move as you fastened your pace. Luffy's hand wrapped around yours stopping your motion. You raised your eyebrow in question.

“If you keep doing that I'll cum.”

“Maybe that's what I want.”

“Well I plan on cumming inside that pretty pussy of yours.”

You paused, surprised at Luffy's words. You didn’t imagine something so naughty could come out of the sweet boy's mouth.

“If that's okay with you that is.”

“Oh sweet Luffy.”

You leaned down so that your mouth was near Luffy's ear before whispering.

“I want you to stuff me full.”

That did it. Luffy's hands moved to wrap around your thighs, lifting you up so that he could line his dick up with your entrance. The both of you moaned as your bodies joined. Your walls fluttered around Luffy's dick making him bite down on your shoulder. You sank your hands into his hair, grinding your hips against him slowly.

“Luffy you have to move…please-ah uh- move.”

You started to set the pace, bouncing up and down on Luffy's cock with ease. After a while your legs began to hurt and your rhythm started to falter. Luffy could tell you were close to cumming, not being so behind himself, and decided to take over. He began pistolling into you using his arms as leverage. In a matter of seconds the two of you were seeing white. You screamed out Luffy's name as you came, feeling his seed paint your walls. The two of you stayed silent against each other trying to catch your breath. You heard someone stir behind you causing you to look back. You went to get off of Luffy but his hands held you in place.

“Luffy someone’s awake we have to-”

“Shhh wait a minute.”

Usopp appeared from the other side of the deck, his hands against his head as he stumbled over. He didn’t seem to notice where he was going but then his eyes fell on you. He called out your name and you ignored him, hiding your face in Luffy's neck.

“Luffy is she okay?”

“Yeah she’d just tired. I’m going to take her to bed.”

Luffy stood up his dick shifting against your sensitive walls. You moaned and Luffy hissed at the feeling. Luffy's arms were wrapped around your ass in a way that made it impossible to notice you weren’t wearing any pants. You could feel Luffy's seed running down your bare thigh.

“Oh okay. I think I'll go to bed too. My head is killing me.”

“Goodnight!”

“Night Captain.”

Luffy watched Usopp pass by the two of you without doubting a thing. He even stopped for a moment and whispered goodnight to you, completely unaware of what was happening. As soon as your sharpshooter was out of view Luffy raced across the deck to his bedroom. When the two of you arrived he unwrapped his arms from you and placed you on his bed immediately tugging you to the edge and kneeling down. Luffy spent the rest of the night with his face buried in your cunt pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you.

You woke up the next morning wrapped around Luffy's sheets. A small smile found its way onto your face as you recalled last night's event. You turned to snuggle into Luffy but instead you were greeted with an empty bed. You got up, grabbing your clothes from the floor and putting them on. You smoothed your hair with your hand, yawning as you made your way out of Luffy's room. You walked over to the kitchen. Just as you had expected, you found Sanji and Zoro.

“Morning boys.”

You smiled at the cook who winked at you before glancing at Zoro. The swordsman had a smirk plastered on his face.

“What is it moss head?”

“Someone had a good night.”

You froze for a moment but then regained your composure. There was no way he knew. They had been fast asleep. Zoro was testing you and you weren’t going to fall for it.

“I have no idea what you're talking about Zoro.”

“Sure you don’t.”

“I mean it moss head. Nothing happened. I drank with you guys and then went to bed okay? Whatever you think happened must have been some drunk hallucination.”

“I’d believe you. If it weren’t for those.”

“For what-”

Oh shit. You glanced at your reflection in one of the pans eyes falling on the purple bruises littered all over your neck and chest. You looked at Sanji and then at Zoro.

“Shut up.”

“We didn’t say anything.”

“Hey it’s alright, everyone deserves a good time.”

“Yeah well at least I wasn't flirting with a chunk of rock last night.”

With that you left the kitchen ,the sound of Zoro's laughter being muffled as you made your way to the deck. You passed Nami and Ussop on the way, giving them a brisk good morning and not missing the way their eyes moved from your face to the hickeys on your body.

“Quiet.”

“Didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah yeah. Where's Luffy?”

Ussop pointed to the top of the Merry. You thanked him and made your way towards the straw hat pirate. Luffy was sitting crossed leg on top of the head of the lamb. You made your way over, calling out his name. He turned at the sound of your voice, greeting you with a smile. He got up and met you halfway.

“Goodm-uff.”

Luffy pulled you into a kiss which you returned. You pulled away after a while smiling wide as you looked at Luffy.

“Sit with me?”

“Sure.”

You began to sit down but Luffy was quicker. He grabbed your body and dragged you onto his lap. You laughed as he nuzzled into your neck. He placed a kiss on the marks he’d made last night before moving to give your forehead a kiss. You grinned, caressing his hair lovingly. You could get used to this. Just the sea, Luffy and your crew. A good life. One you deserved.

4K notes · View notes

yamanehaize01 · 1 month

Text

Miracle laid in Serendipity: Unveiling the Voyage of Miraculous Bearers

The Unknowing Tale between Y/n L/n & Adrien Agreste

Chapter 02: Lunar Thorn

Previous & Subsequent Chapters | 01 | 03 | Loading...

Second — Point of View.

Perspective of Y/n L/n.

Opening the door to your first class, your body language is telling you that you've been quite exhausted these past few days. A week has passed since you became a superheroine, or known as Sekkibug. It slipped out of the tip of your tongue, when you took a moment to examine the color of your main suit and designs. “Sekki” reminded you of the color red, and the spots – Tikki was the first thing that came to your mind. In a sense, Tikki is red and a floating cute tiny bug, that you happily call your companion! A thought that initially led you into an idea, kinda surprising that you come up with something outside the box though..! It was somewhat unusual for you to be early today in your first class, it feels kind of strange. But you want to have a bit of reading time to yourself, especially on your studies.

You got a few notes from your kind classmates that were willing to let you borrow their notes, so you wouldn't get left behind. One of those classmates is Marinette. She's very shy at first, sweet and kind, she was the first person that took a minute of her time to ask if you're holding up. Or if the class is somewhat troubling you, it was a miracle. You still remember the time you're quite stunned for a moment, before letting out an awkward laugh and nodding your head.

She's also a busy student once in a while, since her family owns a popular bakery nearby. You even stopped by that one time to try some of their pastries, and goodness, it was delicious. You have to remind yourself to come back whenever you're in the mood for sugary things.

A small shuffling inside your bookbag caught your attention, you lifted it up and placed it on your lap, opening the middle strap. You were welcome by your Kwami — Tikki, seemingly she's unwrapping the neat plastic of the small bread bun. She stopped what she was doing, looking up at you with a sweet smile. “Let me unwrap it for you, Tikki..” You whisper, gently picking up the bread bun and removing the smooth laces of the plastic keeping it together. You softly unwrap the plastic from the bread bun, before crumpling the wrappings into a little ball.

“Here you go, Tikki.” You say with a soft smile, handing the bread bun to the tiny Kwami. “Thank you, Y/n.” Tikki’s face lit up, grabbing a hold of the soft bread bun with her two tiny hands, hugging it. You let her enjoy her snack, closing your bookbag and for the meantime setting it besides you until Nathaniel shows up. You grab one of your notebook, flipping the pages until it is at the current note from last friday's class.

There will be an upcoming quiz in a few days, and you don't want to score that low of a grade. You hold your pen, the tip of your nail thumb scratching at the base of the pen, creating these scratch marks that happen almost every time with your pens or pencils. You can't help it most of the time, it became a habit for you to do whenever you're trying to focus on something but couldn't exactly decipher the full meaning and reasons.

A familiar bluenette girl entered the classroom with her best friend, Alya. She seems a bit troubled or upset? And her best friend is patting her back to soothe the gloomy girl. “I don't know, Alya.. I-I just..! I can't seem to stay calm when I'm around him..! Now of course, Chloe took advantage of it when she saw the chance.” Marinette hung her head low in defeat, a deep sigh escaping her lips. “I-I.. I can't win… I'm a total mess when it comes to Adrien, what if he thinks I'm weird..?”

Marinette shakes her head, holding back tears from her eyelids. “It's not fair.. W-Why am I like this…” She walks towards her seat, sitting down and crossing her arms on her desk, burying her face in the middle. A few sniffles of soft cries come out of the bluenette, you furrowed your eyebrows at this. You know that you're guilty for listening in on their conversation, but Marinette has been kind and helped you these past few days.

You want to return her kindness in some way, seeing the sweet girl sad instead of her usual smile. It made you feel a bit saddened as well, so standing up from your seat. You make your way towards the bluenette’s desk, seeing how her shoulders are trembling as she cries. This is bad.. After your previous week being having to fight akumanization from Hawkmoth, you learned that negative emotions attract his attention.

And you may not be there all the time to prevent anyone from getting akumatized, but you can try to prevent one person from being victim to it. “Hey uhm.. Marinette.” You start off, you can't admit how sometimes you come off as awkward when trying to be involved in some type of interaction. Blue ocean eyes stare back at you, her sparkling pupils widening, as she fixes her posture and sits up straight. Trying to wipe the tears that continue to fall from her eyelids, she let out a small chuckle as if to say to not worry about it.

“H-Hi, Y/n..! S-Sorry, I'm just feeling a bit under the weather..” She lied, stuttering a bit. You gave her a small look of empathy, placing your hand onto the edges of the desk. “No, I'm sorry.. because I overheard your conversation. I know it's not my concern, but.. I want to help.” You offered, making Marinette a bit shocked by that. She slowly shakes her head, she doesn't want to involve you too, she’ll only waste your time. “Y-You don't have to.. It's just stupid.. I-I don't want to make you—” You softly cut her off, giving her a close-eyed smile.

“I insist, you are a sweet and kind girl, Marinette. If you want to be friends with Adri-en..? Then I'm sure you can! I'm positive!” It took a full minute for the bluenette girl to reply, as she blinked and averted her gaze with a blush. Ah.. you misunderstood it clearly– what is she thinking..? It works fine in her favor, she’ll feel bad if you get caught up with her awful advances towards Adrien.. but hey, you’ll still help her get close to him, so it's not all that bad.. right? Didn't know how to reply, instead she simply nodded her head shyly.

You felt a soft nudge against your arm, and you turned towards Marinette’s friend, Alya. “Oh girl- you are gonna be in for a long drive.” She chuckles, both her and Marinette sending looks from each other, merely Marinette as she lightly shakes her head with a small smile, indicating for Alya to go along with it. And before you could give Alya a giggle of your own, another student entered the room. Marinette shrinks in her seat, seeing the love of her life closing the door behind him with Nino already upfront and walking towards Alya. Her blue eyes scanned the blonde’s movement, the way he held the doorknob and his fingers slipped off of it when he knew the door was closed. And the way his hand returns back to the long strap of his crossbody bag.

She could already feel herself melting when she looks up and he stares back down at her with a gentle smile. Her heart is already exploding, The Adrien! Send her a smile first! She can't believe it..! Then she notices how his perfectly green emerald eyes switch to someone else, she slightly furrows her eyebrows before turning her gaze lightly towards where Adrien is looking at.

Oh.. you approach him? Wait- why so sudden—

“Hello, you're Adrien right?” You asked the blonde, and he looks at you a bit, slightly confused but he nods his head with an awkward chuckle. “Yeah, that's me.” Okay, Marinette wanna be friends with this guy, but wait- what were you going to ask him again? Oh- right, you came up with an idea. “Uh, Marinette kinda needs your opinion on something— uhm.” You look back towards Marinette, who went stiff and her face completely red. You look towards Alya, you were kind of indirectly asking for help to finish your sentence. You have no idea what Marinette even needs help with, Oh! Maybe subjects? You quite notice that he is good with smart stuff, you don't know. You just heard Ms Bustier call him at times and he seems to answer her questions like it was no problem.

Thank goodness, Alya notices the kind of needing help look that you were sending, and she finishes the sentence for you. “She wants your opinion on her sketches, since it's about fashion designs. We think you might be able to give her a good opinion about it.” Alya says, and you drew a sigh of relief. Adrien gazes back to Marinette, who somehow tried to avoid eye contact with him at the moment.

“No problem, I could try and have a look at it after class.” Adrien replies with a small smile, Alya nudges her friend, making her let out a yelp and try to respond to her crush. “Y-Yea— Y-Yeah..! T-That's.. P-Perfect..! I-I mean! G-Great..! Haha..” Marinette stuttered horribly, but Adrien only let out a light chuckle at that. Your stare went back and forth towards the two of them, yep– now you get why Alya always pushes the Bluenette girl towards Adrien infront of the school in an attempt for them to talk to one another.

The bell suddenly rang, attracting multiple attention from the students, signaling it's about time for them to get to class. You eventually went back to your seats like the others did, and grabbed your bookbag from Nathaniel’s spot, and put it down under the table. You’ll try your best this time to listen to the lesson, it's about time you improve at it.

🂱 🂱 🂱 🂱 🂱 🂱 🂱 🂱 🂱

A long sigh left your lips, as you exited the classroom. You hold your notebook with two hands, seeing the very few notes that you're able to scribble down from the lesson. It is progress, but you can't help but think it's too slow, you're not in grade one anymore. You should be better at taking down notes or making sense of the lesson at your age right now. You can't help but feel ashamed, but what's crying a river going to do?

You felt a tap on your shoulder, and you quickly turned around to see who it was. To your obvious bewilderment, it was Adrien. You look around to see if Marinette is nearby, isn't he supposed to be with Marinette right now? That’s strange.. You look once more, even walking away a few steps to make sure. But then you realized your actions, and how it's probably quite rude to walk away from a person who wanted to interact with you.

“Um.. sorry, I'm just confused. Isn't Marinette supposed to be with you..?” You tilt your head a bit to the side, and the innocent look in your eyes made his expression softened even more. “Alya said Marinette forgot her sketchbook at home.” Adrien explained simply, you replied with a small “Ohh..” You avert your eyes for a moment in deep thought, but then why is he approaching you out of nowhere?

You returned your gaze back at him and was about to ask — when you saw him looking down on your almost if not– empty notes. You immediately hide it behind your back, embarrassment coating your face. You gave him an awkward laugh as if wishing he hadn't caught sight of your terrible notes. “Haha— uhm! I gotta go, I just remembered I forgot–” You turn around to leave, but Adrien’s hand wrapped around your arm.

“Wait..! I didn't mean to look at your — but if you're having difficulty with Ms Bustier’s lesson.. I-I have..” He trails off, gulping down his nerves before continuing. “Some spare time to go to the library.. will you come with me..?” He asked with an apologetic look, is he serious..? You lightly fidget at the handle of your bookbag, it doesn't sound so bad.. sigh.. maybe just one last time. Y/n.. you are so helpless when it comes to your studies.. it's giving you a major headache.

“Sure.. I appreciate it…” You replied and Adrien brushed it off lightly saying it's alright. You let him lead the way while you follow up behind him, and as you both arrive at your destination. Adrien opened the door for you, letting you enter first, it feels.. well, awkward but you know he's probably just a gentleman in general.

You took a seat at one of the library table chairs, while the blonde took a seat next to you and started unpacking some of his stuff. You do too as well, getting your textbook and being careful not to accidentally hit Tikki in your bookbag. The silence was nice but quite unbearable, maybe because you weren't used to things like this. Sitting with another person in a very empty room, you were internally wishing someone would walk into the library as well. That will make you feel at ease, weirdly enough.

The small tutoring of Adrien was not so bad, his teachings were direct and not so subtly hinting at anything like your previous classmates did back in your hometown. It made you understand it better, and there are at times where the blonde had to wave his pen infront of your face to stop your impending trance.

You always feel bad when it happens, apologizing back to him. “I-I.. uhm. I'm really sorry, it's just.. I can't keep my mind intact, I'll focus now..!” He is quite merciful when it happens though, which you are thankful for, he's nice just like Marinette is to you. In the middle of his tutoring, you lightly asked if you could grab your lunch from your bookbag as you're getting kind of hungry.

That's when you both remembered that the two of you are wasting the lunch hour inside of the library. And unfortunately he doesn't have food already prepared in his bag, so he often has to go get lunch in the cafeteria. It makes you feel guilty, and he clearly doesn't have extra time to get food and consume it before the bell rings for the next class.

“It's nothing, I’ll just go and grab a quick snack later on after class.” He says, smiling gently at your worried face. You set your bookbag on your lap, opening it, and seeing if you have any extra of the lunch you bought. You notice two of the same neatly plastic wrapped bread bun inside your bag. You had taken the mental note to save an extra one for Tikki, just in case she got hungry again. Seems like you don't have any other choice.. you’ll just have to eat later when you arrive home.

“Here, take this. It's not much but I hope it could help soothe your stomach for the meantime.” You hand him the neatly wrapped bread bun, he was about to refuse since he feels guilty for taking your lunch, but you lift up another one before he could do so. “I have one too, so suit yourself.. It's the least I could do, you took the time to help me with this after all.” You softly smile, turning your head back to your notebook on the table. You’ll keep the bread bun aside, thinking that Tikki needs it more than you do.

“Thank you, Y/n..” Is all that he could reply with a small blush forming on his face. He silently undo the neat strings, as he soon unwraps the plastic from the bread bun. Looking at it, he wonders if this is all you bring to school as your supposed lunch. Because he's certain that not even one person could be full for eating just this.. He took a slight peak in your direction, as you were pressing the top of your pen next to your cheek.

He lowers his gaze, seeing the other bread bun is put aside next to your pencil. Didn't you.. say you were hungry..? You slightly open your lips and start to turn towards him to ask a question, causing him to get a bit startled and fix his posture. Clearing his throat and taking a bite of the bread bun on his hand, you almost caught him staring, and heavens he felt his heart race.

Although, seeing Adrien taking a bite of the food you offered, you think of waiting for him to finish chewing or eating before you could start with your question. “Hm..? Y/n, you need something?” He still notices your hesitation though, leading up to you replying back with a small shake of your head. “No, nevermind..” You say, focusing back towards your notebook. His expression slightly faltered and was about to point out the topic that your pupils had drawn onto since the last two minutes.

However he didn't get to, when suddenly the entire lights shut out. Turning the room completely dark, and the daylights from outside somehow changed into that of night skies. “Y/n—” He carefully lifts his hand up and moves it forward to feel if you're still there, and you feel his touch landing on top of your shoulder, making you jolt a bit not expecting it. “I'm.. here.” Adrien mumbled an apology under his breath, removing his hand from your shoulder.

“I think there is—” A loud noise immediately made both of you cover your ears. The lights flickering and flashing red across the room, and the noise– it was making your ears bleed by how loud it was, sounding like an emergency alert system. “A-Adrien..!” You squeeze your eyes shut, wanting it to stop. And despite the painful sound, Adrien looks over towards your trembling form. Taking the initiative to remove his hands from his ears. Pulling you towards him, putting one of his arms behind your head and his other wrapping across your back.

He gritted his teeth, still hearing the blood curdling sound emerging from the walls. And it felt like forever when it finally died down, replaced with that of a voice. “Greetings, Citizens of Paris! I have come to alert you today with spectacular news!” There was a hint of excitement from the loudspeaker, more of that than a sadistic laughter.

You gripped onto the fabric of Adrien’s clothing, still keeping your eyes closed. Both of you were still recovering from the painful noise, but connecting the dots.. that could only mean one thing. You try to control your uneven breathing, eyes fluttering open, as you attempt to pull yourself up. But your classmate’s tight grip on you didn't budge.

“Are you.. hah.. are you alright?” You hear his voice say, as he is too — is gasping for a bit of air. You didn't get a second to respond, as the voice from the loudspeaker continued his speech. “I am Lunar Thorn, and here I announce to you that we're going to be playing a simple game.” The lights continue to flash red, causing a bit of dizziness from you.

The suspense didn't take long as the one speaking declared his chosen game. “It's called — Spare beyond Tears! It's very simple, Ladies and Gentlemen! You see, life is a valuable thing..” Your eyes widened upon hearing that, Adrien slowly let go of you, holding both of your upper arms as he saw the raw fear in your eyes.

“Y/n, don't be afra–” His attempt at reassurance soon got cut short, as you quickly got yourself off of his hold, standing up from the seat. “Stay here, I'm going to see if I can ask for help..!” You say, grabbing your bookbag, not caring if you left some of your stuff behind. You just need to get into a hiding place where you could transform.. the way the akumatized victim is talking about.. the delicates of a life.

You could already feel your skin crawl, you're not letting him hurt or take an innocent life. The hint says it all, that villain is not to be taken lightly. You and your teammates need to stop that villain, and stop him fast. You speed up your pace, and you hear your classmate's voice call out behind you, reminding you how it's dangerous. And it may not be enough, or a stupid way to comfort him. But you said it nonetheless. “I’ll be careful, I won't take long..!” With that, you ran out of the library, leaving Adrien behind. You have to swallow the note to come back for him once you finally transform, and hide him where it's safe.

—

The urge to follow after you and lead you back was almost impossible to resist. Don't you understand how risky it is..? You're putting yourself in danger on your own.. What if something happened to you? Understanding you was more difficult than what he initially thought, and it is possible since it's the first time he actually interacted with you.

And at first he thought you were terrified with the way you stared into his eyes. And maybe you are.. but just for a different reason. Still, your safety is on the line, and if he as Adrien aren't able to ensure your well-being. Then likely Chat Noir can.. he will make sure of it. The good side of this situation was the library was empty, and looking at the counter, the librarian seemed to have left as well. Giving him a chance to transform.

His Kwami flew out of the inside of his jacket, floating infront of him. “I'm not sure if I should be surprised by that girl’s courage or should be concerned.” Plagg comments, crossing his tiny arms. “Not much time to think, we need to find her and bring her somewhere safe.” Adrien replied, taking a breath. “Plagg, claws out!”

☕︎ ☕︎ ☕︎ ☕︎ ☕︎ ☕︎ ☕︎

Using your yoyo, you swung yourself into one of the house rooftops. Having a proper lookout at a higher spot, the repeatedly flashing of red lights wouldn't stop. And the city feels like it is currently in a huge outbreak, and there may be a slight truth to that. You need to find where that akumatized victim’s location is before you could come up with anything. But right now, you need to contact your teammates on the run. You’ll come and meet up with them soon enough, but you still have one thing to worry about.

You gave two of your teammates a call, putting the screen of your yoyo to your ear, waiting for them to pick up. And once they did, you let out a sigh of relief. “Multimouse, Chat Noir! I need your help, can one of you find out where Lunar Thorn’s location is?” You say, swinging by and dropping down the building, eyes scanning in hopes if you could catch a glimpse of the villain on the way. “I’ll be on it, Sekkibug..!” Multimouse replied, but the other feline on the line didn't respond for a second, before he finally did.

“I might be late, Cuddlebug! A boy said that a girl named Y/n ran out to call for help, he needs me to make sure she's alright!” Chat Noir replied, running out of the school building, making sure not to bump into any panicking students along the way. You almost choke on your own saliva when you heard his reason, gulping down your nerves. Wait- so Adrien must've met Chat Noir nearby, hopefully the feline already hid your classmate somewhere safe in the course of their meet-up.

“Cuddlebug, you there?” You broke out of your small trance, replying with a nervous tone. “Yeah.. I'm still here..! Scratch that– I already kept the girl somewhere safe, she's the one who asked me for help!” The masked feline only gave you a confused remark. “Wait so she's safe, right?” Chat Noir questions, seemingly needing concrete confirmation. You nod your head, although feeling a bit dumb since he can't really see that, so you quickly replied. “Mhm..! She asked me to go and check if—” You didn't get enough time to finish what you were saying, when you suddenly bump into someone.

You were close to dropping your yoyo in the process when a knowing sharp claws made contact with your skin suit, as the person’s hand wrapped around your forearm to keep you from falling. You lift your face up to see — “Chat Noir..!” Well what a coincidence, you didn't expect to bump into your feline teammate. His lips form into that of a smirk upon realizing it's his one and only Cuddlebug.

“Did you miss being in my arms, Cuddlebug?” He pulls out a teasing line, which earns a raise of your eyebrow, here he goes again with his flirtatious acts. You still wonder if he's just like that at heart, and you are indeed convinced. So you never really paid too much attention when he pulls out a pick-up line or two. “Is the boy named Adrien safe? I suppose you already got to him before I did.” You pointed out, backing a few steps to create some proper distance between the both of you.

Squinting your eyes, trying to ignore the looming repeat of the flashing red lights. “O-Oh..! Yeah- he's completely safe.” He says, scratching the back of his head. “Sekkibug! Who’s causing all of this, have you found out yet?” A female voice yelled once she caught sight of you from a few steps ahead. You turn around, seeing a brunette girl with glasses, her phone up and recording despite the difficulty of actually catching a visible view.

Alya..? What is she doing risking her safety again? You are pretty impressed by her determination when it comes to her blog, but sometimes you're just a tad bit worried that something bad might happen to her one of those times. “Alya, we're not sure yet.. but rest assured that we’ll do our best to stop Lunar Thorn immediately.” The brunette girl almost couldn't contempt her giddiness when you said her name.

You put a hand over her shoulder with a soft but worried look. “Please get somewhere safe in the meantime, don't injure yourself now.” You throw in a warm smile, before letting go of her shoulder and walking past her with your yoyo in hand. Spinning it in circle for a second then shooting it up until it clung around something. “Don't forget about me, Cuddlebug!” With that, you pull the string of your yoyo, swinging you up high to your pointed destination, as the masked feline follows along. Pressing the middle of his staff, gripping onto it as the height let him traverse around much faster.

You continue running and jumping from rooftops to rooftops, momentarily looking at the screen of your yoyo. Fortunately, Multimouse figured out where Lunar Thorn’s location is, now all you need to do is get to where she is and hope the akuma isn't that harder to find. With your other teammate tailing up behind you, the sight that became visible now that you are in line of vision of it, made you halt at the edge of the house rooftop.

Is that what you think it is?

The clear crying of people now reaches your hearing, sounding as if they are mourning on command.. or in this case, by force. And the main center of it all, is a male with dark inkling markings under his neck, connecting to the middle of his heart. He wears a hat with a suspicious looking envelope sticking at the side of it, supported by the thin fabric that's wrapped around the hat.

You could see his hand move to the pocket of his suit, pulling out an odd looking card. It was getting hard to see, but he walked by a number of people, stopping by a trembling young girl. She has her head hanging low, afraid to look up from the ground, gripping onto the soft plushie in her hands. Lunar Thorn sent the young girl a sharp glare, about to lift up the card between his fingers and offer it to the trembling girl.

When a voice made him stop his movements for a second. “Your ceremony ends now, Lunar Thorn!” You yelled, dropping down from your spot, and standing your ground against the villain himself. “Ah.. Sekkibug and her puny kitty cat have arrived at my wonderful ceremony.” He smiles darkly, staring at your feline teammate from behind you. Chat Noir sent him a glare, slightly gritting his teeth at his comment, but it quickly disappeared as soon as it appeared.

“Where’s that little mouse? Isn't that feline supposed to get rid of such pests, what kind of cat doesn't know its own job?” He let out a laugh, he's slowly getting on the blonde’s nerves. You turn slightly to look at your teammate, opening your lips to say something but he already beat you to it. “Ehh, too simple and bland! Is that why your ceremony became a past-tense me(ow)mory?” He remarked with that knowing grin building up his lips.

Lunar Thorn furrowed his eyebrows immediately, glaring into those sharp green eyes. Grabbing a hold of the young girl’s hair, it instantly activates your instincts — throwing your yoyo in his direction but he quickly dodges it with ease, only making the little girl scream out in pain. “Let go of her!” You demanded, not wasting anymore time and dashing towards him.

You so wanted to get rid of the evil grin on Lunar Thorn’s lips, he lifted the little girl’s hair even more, just enough so he could present the card in his other hand infront of the girl’s eyesight. Whispering, “Read your invitation number.” As his words reach her ears, she suddenly feels that she’s unable to control her actions. There was an attempt to refuse his command but it was futile by how her trembling eyes started shedding delicate tears nonstop, her voice being forced to read the numbers on the card. Letting go of her plushie and holding the card with her two hands.

Aware of your impending attack, Lunar Thorn swiftly pulls out another card from his suit pocket. Facing it towards your direction, but the timing was just right when you threw your yoyo at him again and it landed right at the card, his attempt failing. He didn't dare move from his position, as if tempting you more to come close and attack him. And since it was in the heat of the moment, you did.

Multiple voices fill your head, nearby people who were still crying uncontrollably held out their hands at you. Holding your shoulders, your arm, even some in a desperate way to obey the villain’s command drop down to the ground to catch a hold of your ankle. And all the words that came out of their mouths were full of despair, chanting your name, begging you to release them.. save them.

“Sekkibug..! I-I please help us..!”

“Please! F-Fix this..! I-I can't.. think.”

“Save us.. Free us..!”

You struggled to break free, thankfully the yoyo from your other hand is still free, throwing it towards a nearby street light before pulling yourself off of the people tightening grip, it came out more successful than you thought, when you notice that Chat Noir was trying his hardest to fend off some of the hypnotized people from you. Granting you that escape.

Releasing your yoyo from the street light, you scan around to see if Multimouse is anywhere to be found. And fortunately enough, you caught a glimpse of that familiar gray and black suit. You were about to call out for her, when she suddenly put a finger against her lips. You kept your mouth shut, averting your eyes from her direction just in case. You don't know what she was planning but it ended up short-lived when one of the weeping people yelled out the mouse heroine’s name alerting Lunar Thorn’s attention.

She immediately ready her weapon at hand, locking eyes with the villain himself. Both of your teammates are completely occupied, surely it's enough time to let you activate your – “Lucky charm..!” You threw your yoyo upwards, as it created an item. A UV flashlight..? You turned it on, revealing the purple light. Now, in this case, you and many others are probably tired of lights. Especially the majority of it earlier on, and even as of now the flashing red lights makes you feel sick to your stomach.

You look around for hints, although as you look back towards the UV flashlight on your hand and look back around. You can't seem to find any clues, until you hear a maniacal laughter and Lunar Thorn heading towards your direction, demanding your miraculous. You point the UV light at him on impulse, as a result of him trying to cover his face but it was already too late.

“H-How dare you, damned pesky bug!” Your eyes widened when he returned to look at you, his other pupils now painted with a dark substance, dripping from his eyelid down to his chin. All of a sudden, the flashing red light around the city comes to a halt. Only the dark skies remain. With new information, you start to place the puzzles into the correct spot.

This whole scenario is living up to his experience, his own delusions! It's like reliving the situation he went through, but he could control what happens in this given time. And some parts of his suit, accessories could potentially be the main source of certain things! It may not be noticeable to the naked eye, but the UV Light can definitely reveal it.

You spin your yoyo, preventing any of his attack, you take off running towards the blonde feline. You're gonna be needing his help for this last second plan that you came up with inside your head. “Chat..!” You called out, making him spare a quick turn of his gaze towards the direction of your voice. “You called, Cuddlebug! I need a bit of help over here..!” Right– he has been trying to defend against the swarming people without causing that much damage to the poor innocent civilians.

You swung your yoyo around a couple of them, trapping them, making it a struggle for them to move around, pulling on your string to get them away from your teammate. “Thanks, Cuddlebug!” You gave him a nod, signaling him to follow you, along with Multimouse who's having a bit of trouble getting away from the scene. “Let's go, Multimouse needs our help!” You say, undoing your yoyo and sprinting towards the direction of the bluenette, with Chat Noir trailing up behind.

It took a bit of time, but you, Multimouse and Chat Noir got into a more peaceful place with no one trying to chase after you all. “Okay, so I'll explain it quickly.” Looking at both of them, before lightly throwing the red and black dots covered UV Flashlight upwards and to the direction of the bluenette heroine. And she catches it with ease but with a bit of confusion on her face. “What is this for..?” She asked, turning the UV flashlight and pointing it on her palm.

“Is Cuddlebug planning to throw another flashing light party?” The feline hero jokes, crossing both of his arms with a chuckle leaving his lips. “Oh I think we had plenty of that already, this is for a different reason.” You say, before continuing the discussion. “The UV light affects the villain's accessories or per se’ his source of power. If we make the original range of the UV light much larger, then I think when we shine it against Lunar Thorn. We’ll have a better chance of hitting a specific source, maybe even the main one! Which is where the akuma is hiding!”

Progressing to the right direction is all that you could ever ask for at this point and time, even if you try hard to set your mind straight and not towards the.. loud sobbing of the innocent people just right around the corner. Just.. the thought of shedding tears continuously, they could be hurting for all you know…

“Sekkibug?”

“Cuddlebug..?”

Both of your partners say in unison, and you blink a couple of times at them. “Huh..?” You muttered, and suddenly the masked bluenette giggled awkwardly at the coincidence, although the feline only looked at you with slightly bothered emerald eyes. He's not very keen with you suddenly spacing out, and he did hint on it once the previous week. It's not like he hates it, but it made him feel uneasy. Every time you do that, he comes around the thought that you may pass out one of those times. And even if it seems very unlikely, it makes him feel worried nonetheless.

Maybe you're pushing yourself too hard.. his slit pupils took a moment to observe your figure, when you come to your senses you seem fine.. the way you form a small presenting smile, apologizing and coming back to the importance at hand. Perhaps he's just overthinking it, and there isn't anything wrong going on with you at all. Still.. What if you space out in dangerous times? What then..?

When you call out his name, he tries to wash away the filling thoughts inside his mind and gently grab your hand and kiss the back of it. He will never get tired of that innocent face you made whenever he acts quite unpredictable at a serious matter. Besides the building bewilderment on your face, he gives you a close-eyed smile, acting clueless at what he did, and tilting his head to the side before asking.. “Milady, could you purlease repeat what you said~? I think I got hypnotized too, my poor heart is suddenly accusing you!” He dramatically says, putting a hand over his chest where his heart laid.

You let out a soft sigh at the masked feline’s quite questionable statement. Giving him the benefit of the doubt and again going to attempt to explain his part on the mission. “Alright, I'm going to explain it again, no more getting distracted.” Well.. is his Cuddlebug being ironic right now? If you hadn't kept continuing to make his heart race whenever you lost yourself in a trance, maybe he could take up on that advice. But for the meantime.. he sent you a genuine smile, nodding his head.

“My eyes are only set for you, Cuddlebug.”

For some reason.. you're starting to feel a bit uneasy under his watchful gaze.

☘︎ ☘︎ ☘︎ ☘︎ ☘︎ ☘︎ ☘︎

“Multimouse, now!” You shouted, the masked bluenette nodded her head as she turned on the UV light and flashed it against Lunar Thorn. Luckily, one of the individuals that you came across along the way had a spare handkerchief that you were able to use for the range of the UV light to become larger. So all you needed to do was wrap it around the main source of the UV light and once you turn it on, it has a much wider range. Just like how you plan it to be like in your head.

“What have you done! You ruined everything..!” Lunar Thorn snapped, his expression falling as he saw the surrounding that he created slowly disappeared. “You’ll regret thi—” His statement was cut short when a certain feline intervened. “I’ll be taking this, thank you!” The angered villain gasped, seeing his hat taken swiftly by Chat Noir and with all due time, switched it up to his other hand where his Cataclysm is currently activated, turning the hat into dust in seconds, followed by the distinctively placed envelope at the side of it.

Soon enough, a familiar dark and purple butterfly emerges from the damaged envelope, granting you a small sigh of relief now that it's finally out. “We had seen through your tricky disguise, evil Akuma.” You glide your finger on the middle of your yoyo, causing it to unlock evenly, latching the strings onto both of your pointer fingers before undoing it and spinning the yoyo in a circular motion. A bright smile coloring on your confident face. “Don't fret now, and face Justice..!” With that, you precisely target the escaping butterfly, landing a quick capture of the Akuma.

“Trapped ya’!” You took a heave of breath, looking down on your yoyo then pressing on it to release the newly white butterfly, letting it float out of the dimension. “Fly high, purified butterfly.” You gesture your palm under it softly moving your palm up with the butterfly, staring up at how it continues to fly up into the sky. “Here, Sekkibug!” You turn towards the feminine voice, as the bluenette heroine proceeds to throw you the red and black dots covered UV Flashlight. You held your hand up, catching it as your fingers wrapped around it. You bring down your hand, staring up into the blue sky before throwing the item up into the air. Firmly shouting —

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

The bits of destruction that Lunar Thorn himself had made have been turned back to normal, multiple tiny ladybugs flew – cleaning up the mess around the city. And most importantly, turning the many people that become victims to the akumatized person back to their original state. Eventually the villain has been back to his normal appearance, opening his eyes and looking around his surroundings with evident confusion.

“Pound it—!” Both Multimouse and Chat Noir fist bumped, thinking you would also join in undoubtedly but the two of them blinked. Seeing you walking towards the bewildered victim on the ground pavement. “Milady..?” Chat mumbles under his breath, eyeing your gentle placement of your hand over the male’s shoulder. “You okay sir? Here, let me help you up.” Your lips curl into a soft smile, lending your hand towards the man.

He nods and replies with a small appreciative thank you, taking your hand, as you pull him up from the ground. “Thank you, Sekkibug..” Said the brown haired male, as he used his other hand to dust himself a bit. “It's my pleasure sir.” A beeping sound coming from your earring alerts your attention, as you place one of your fingers on top of it, hearing it beep again. “It appears I may need to go, time calls.” You gesture a small wave at the man, before turning around.

However a yelp fell from your lips not expecting to bump into someone from behind you. Gazing upwards you raise one of your eyebrows – “Chat? Didn't see you there..” You laugh lightly, he gives you a somewhat smug smile. “Seems like Milady needs to work on more of her surroundings~” He pointed out, stealing a quick soft pat on top of your head. “Silly Kitty, this doesn't count..!” You chuckled, smoothly passing by him, readying your yoyo in hand. As you throw it far out forward until it wrapped around something.

“I’ll be heading out now, you and Multimouse should too. Your paw charges are running out.” You say, pointing down and indicating the beeping bars on his ring. The blonde follows your gaze, lifting his hand up where his ring is. “You got me there, Cuddlebug.” He smirked, as you lightly shook your head at his smug expression. “Be careful now, Luck out!” With that, you pull on the string, as you let your yoyo propel you forward, and further into the city.

Multimouse sends a wave at your distancing form, as she spares a glance at the masked feline. She was thinking of saying a swift goodbye before heading out on her own way. But she immediately second guessed that thought when she saw how ogle drawn her male teammate is – staring helplessly at the direction their bug partner traveled towards. She gave him a sort of questioning look, as she sighs and lightly facepalms herself. She’ll just leave him be inside his dream state, none of her concern now.

—

You turn your head to each side of the small alleyway, making sure the coast is clear. After a few seconds, you close your eyes for a moment, faintly saying – “Spots off..” There was a swift moment as you changed back into your civilian form. Your Kwami flies out of the earring, and you lay your palms slightly forward for Tikki to rest upon. “Nnh — Y/n.. hungry…” The red Kwami mumbles, and you urgently pat your pockets and waist for any food. But sadly there isn't any, you feel foolish remembering you left the library in a hurry. And leaving the only extra bread bun that you saved up for Tikki..

“T-Tikki.. I'm so sorry, I forgot–” You cut off your own words, sighing in guilt as you pull out your handkerchief, covering it around your tired Kwami. Avoiding wasting anymore time, as you bolt out of the Alleyway and into the path to your school. You look both ways on the road before crossing the pedestrian lane, you desperately need to get to where you left your bookbag. There's some extra cash that your mother has lent you for when you need to buy some things along your way to school. You could use that to buy Tikki something affordable at the moment. Or you could stop by the convenience store that you made a habit of returning to.

“Wait- oh Y/n..! Over here!” A familiar voice calls out, waving her hand up towards your hurried figure. “Alya..?” You slow down your pace, scratching the side of your cheek lightly as you give her a nervous laugh. “Girl, you also missed what happened! It was kind of terrifying, but hey- Sekkibug, Chat Noir and Multimouse showed up to save the day!” She shoves the screen of her cell phone closely infront of your face, letting you view the video that she took in the middle of the chaos.

“T-That's awesome.. haha. I- just.. uhm- ended up hiding.” You lied, scratching the back of your head. “You should muster up the courage next time! I'm telling you- make it a once in a lifetime opportunity!” She advised with an energetic smile, unable to refuse – you just nodded your head as your reply. Gently pressing your worn out Kwami to your chest, in a way to hide her from the view of the dark reddish brown haired girl. You don't have the capabilities to come up with a perfect lie when it comes to that. It’ll surely be a hassle to explain.

“Um.. Alya, I gotta go.. I forgot something in school.” You really need to go now and retrieve your bookbag, maybe even return to the library to see if some of your stuff is still there. Especially the snack you saved up for Tikki, you’ll just have to make it up to Tikki and maybe stop by the nearby bakery to buy her some sweets. Sounds like a fair plan, you owe it to your little Kwami. “Okay girl, see ya!” She sent you a wave, and you returned the gesture – waving back at her.

Turning around and speeding up your pace once more. You take a small peak at Tikki, anxiously scrunching your eyebrows at her current state. “Hang on, Tikki.. we're almost there.” You murmured under your breath, trying to reassure the tiny Kwami. Maybe you're saying it more to yourself than it is to Tikki.. because you can feel your heart quickening in impending panic at the idea of not being thoughtful enough towards the needs of your Kwami. Heaven knows you need that comfort even if you're only saying it to yourself.

“Wh—ah!” Turning the corner, you didn't expect to stumble into someone. The person drops the thing they were holding, making it collide with the floor creating a thud. You instinctively reach out for the person’s clothing when you are trying to prevent yourself from the possibility of falling backwards and meeting the ground. While still trying to gently secure Tikki in your other hand. You felt the person’s hand snake under your back, supporting you from falling. Some of the students nearby came into a halt at the accident, some started whispering after a few seconds.

“Y/n..?” Out of all the people that you could've unluckily bump into.. it has to be him? You already cause him enough trouble, and you're stacking it up even more.. What is wrong with you today..? After the realization strikes into your system, you hastily get back on your footing and step back. Out of shame, you bow your head even if it's embarrassing enough to do so with many eyes lingering around the both of you.

“Ah.. you don't have to do tha–” He tries to reason, but it doesn't make you budge and stays completely still. “It's my fault, it's only right��” You replied, catching a glimpse of Tikki’s sleeping figure in your handkerchief. You slowly lift yourself up from bowing, presenting the blonde an apologetic smile, before excusing yourself from the scene. “Wait a second..!” You suddenly felt a hand snatch your wrist, causing you to turn back and face Adrien.

“I.. came across this. I think this is yours..?” Your gaze slides down to the bookbag that he picked up from the ground earlier after the collision you both had. How have you not noticed..?! You were too lost in your own headspace to be sparing any of your surroundings and rethink, maybe your feline partner was right after all…

“Y-Yeah.. uhm. You're too kind.” You retrieve your bookbag, every word you say or every move you do.. you can't deny the fact how you probably look like you're always all over the place. And you won't blame them if they do start to think so. You motion another quick bow, and turn around before he could say anything back. All that matters now is your tiny companion in your hand, nothing else. You position your bookbag under your armpit in order to open it without much struggle. And once you succeed, you carefully put Tikki inside – gently so as not to let any slightly sharp items that will come in contact with the Kwami. Worriedly drawing your pupils at her, before finally having it in yourself to close your bookbag shut.

A shaking breath ghost out from your lips..

You can't do anything right…

Previous & Subsequent Chapters | 01 | 03 | Loading...

3 notes · View notes