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T2K:

Hey, I'm Cult. I'm new to Tumblr and I thought there was a need for some female-dominating fanfics! I have added a suggestion box to send me any requests!

Some media I'll write fanfic for⤵

Animes: HunterXHunter, My Hero Academi, Haikyu!!. AoT, Kakeguri, Ouran Host Club, Food Wars, The Great Pretender, Death Note, and Boku No Basket

Shows: Criminal Minds, Miraculous, and Wednesday

Have fun!

[cultherent]

A part of me wonders if there's famous people who write smut/fanfics about other celebs. Just imagine that, and they're living a double life or only a few close friends know. Let that be meeeee 😜

[cultherent]

Bad Bunny (Benito) x dom! reader

I haven't been on here in dumb long, but I'm craving for some Bad Bunny x Dom Reader. This is my problem; I need to stop being attracted to cis men who aren't into that kinky shit. 😭

My thinking: the way he writes these love songs makes me feel a type of way, like, yes, desire me and make me know I deserve it type shit. Chase after me, cuz I be doing the same, but I'm on his end where it doesn't get reciprocated.

tw: cunnilingus, dick suckin, grinding, spanish-speaking, and anal <3

Nonetheless, imagine:

It's the last show in Puerto Rico. You're watching the final show, that you've seen over and over again this summer, yet still haven't gotten tired of. You watch as the light dims and you make your way backstage.

You walk along a long corridor, saying thank you to Jowell y Randy and Dei V for their performance that night. RaiNao caught up to you, as well as Gabriella. You smile knowingly, with swift kisses on the cheeks.

The three of you spot Benito in the main backstage hall, with white curtains and glass tables. He hugged everyone who came to support him. He thanked the team, everything. You watch as he struts over, hugging RaiNao then Gabriella, then you.

Your hug lasted longer than the other two.

Taking a step closer to you, he had a tear in his eye and a smile. He pulls you into an intense hug, a mixture of thank you for being here, and I dont want to let you go.

He whispers in your ear, "Preciosa, nunca dejaré de tomarte fotos."

You end up going to the after-party, where all the other celebs went, women and men everywhere. Basically, la casita all over again, but this time, instead of having to perform, he was all yours.

You had Benito in the midst of the dance floor—dimly lit lights with red filling the highlights—and you grind on him, and he holds your waist. Just you and him and his stiffened friend in his pants, in your own little world as his nose lay in the crevice of your neck.

When the night ends, you grab the keys and drive both of you home. You rub his thigh while you use your other hand to steer. He looks at you with those eyes that long to have his lips attach to yours. Those puppy doe eyes.

You cup his cheek in your hand, and he instinctively rubs his cheek further into your palm with his eyes shut. Once he looks up, that is all you need to have him sleep soundly that night.

Once the door shuts to your bedroom, you push him onto the bed, hearing the softest thump come from the plump mattress. You can't help but take his shirt off and feel up and down the sides of his waist, then delve deeper to feel the hills of abs that were covered in tattoos.

You lick from his butterfly tattoo to the rainbow, to the heart between his chest, to his nipple. Each new milestone elicited a soft groan. He grips your neck softly, pulling you into a deep, sensual kiss where he pulls your hips up and plants you right on top of him.

His and your breathing heaves as your tongues dance in a song of desperate attachment. He sucks his teeth as you grind on him, already feeling his stiff cock, yelling to be released.

Smirking, you pull away and sit between his legs, placing each thigh on yours. He lies biting his lip, his cheeks flushed. "¿Qué vas a hacer, mami?"

Without any words, you pull his pants and boxers off in a motion so swift that it couldn't have been the first time. Hovering your lips over his tip, you let a long string of saliva escape your lips as you spread it around without your fingertips.

"¡Ay!"

Locking your lips around his tip, you put your hands at the bottom of his shaft and followed your bobbing up and down.

"¡Diablo, mami, lo estás haciendo tan bien!"

Moans, groans, and many more sounds filled the room, with the ac blasting, preventing the Puerto Rican hot air from coming in.

"Pera, no sigas."

You halted in place.

"Déjame hacerte sentir bien, sabes que puedo esperar. Te lo mereces por quedarte conmigo."

Blushing, you stood at the end of the bed and curled your finger, telling him to come closer. He crawled towards you on all fours, his eyes hungry and eager. He clung onto your frame, pressing his lips onto your clothed cunt.

You caught your breath in your throat as he stared desperately with those droopy eyes, "¿Me dejarás?"

You bit your lip slightly, "Si."

He ate you out for what felt like hours before you pushed yourself onto him and started riding his face. You clung to the headboard, holding yourself up as he worked like a gentleman on your clit. He knew exactly the way you liked it, where you liked to be touched, and how fast you needed him to go. He loved it—he moaned into your cunt, sending shivers down your spine.

You had cum over 4 times, it was only then when your legs shook and you saw those sweet eyes again that you granted him a reward for his hard work—the "No Me Quiero Ir de Aquí" and making you cum ofc.

You bent over on the side of the bed, grabbed a remote control vibrator, and brought it to your chest.

"¿No has terminado?" He inquired with a smirk.

You smirked back mischievously, his smile dropping, knowing that that vibrating egg was going in him.

The best sex you've ever had with him was him being able to handle having his end filled and his front deep in your pussy.

"Ponlo suavemente, mami." He bent over, his ass twitching at your touch.

You get on your back and playfully tease your legs apart, "Chicha me como si fuera la última vez que me ves."

He smiled warmly before placing a pillow under your butt, then holding you close to his chest. His strokes are slow at first, and it isn't until you adjust to the rhythm and his girth that you put the power higher on the remote. His thrust became more vigorous, but it made you feel a mixture of pleasure and slight pain; yet it was so invigorating, you loved it.

Halfway, his pumps are fast, but he's somewhat steady. He's still able to slightly tease you and be a bit bratty, so you crank it higher. Seeing his face twitch and the subtle, abrupt stop brings you immense joy. He chuckles and lowers himself down to your lips and continues.

Max level, you clung to each other tightly, his legs shaking slightly while your head fell back onto the pillow. He was spewing your name, telling you how much he loved you, and expressing how good you made him feel.

"Soy tuyo," he whimpered into your ear.

You both look into each other's eyes before cumming at the same time together. He drops beside you as your chest rises and falls. He pulls you in tenderly, and you stare at each other without saying a word before tucking yourselves into bed.

"Mami, qué rica te ve' esnúa' Quizás no sentiste lo que yo sentí Pero aún te debo una noche en la suite ... Ey, yo no sé tú, pero yo quisiera amanecer esnú' En una playa por Bali, si no, Cancún Pide otro moscow mule"

[cultherent]

An Accidental Email [Ch.6]

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

TW: Toxicity, Pegging degradation not in a sex way (rude asf way)

Chapter 6:

Thursday

“Hey, Y/N. Are you doing alright? You’ve seemed pretty down the past few days.” Todoroki glanced at you, your eyebrows furrowed as your pen pressed against your lip. You both were in the recording studio, working on a project together. 

You sighed, “Do you mind me getting personal?”

“Go ahead.”

“There’s this guy I’m seeing, and he’s been really distant. I’ve tried to talk with him, but he’s been ignoring me. I don’t know what to do or what to think.”

“I see,” he hummed, his finger going to his chin. “If you don’t mind me intruding… Is it Bakugo?”

Your eyes widened, “Is it that easy to tell?”

“I’ve just noticed the lack of arguing. While others would be relieved, I knew something had to be going on between the two of you.”

You sighed, moving a strand of hair out of your face. “I just don’t understand what happened. We talk about seeing each other more, but it’s been radio silence on his end. Like, what happened?”

____

Last Saturday Night

“It’s nothing, Uraraka.” Katsuki closed the door behind him, not wanting the neighbors to hear the commotion. It was after midnight, and he didn’t want another noise complaint. 

“Did you hurt yourself?” Uraraka stepped forward, her hand reaching for his forearm.

“No, no. I didn’t hurt myself.”

She removed her hand and folded her arms. The space between her eyebrows wrinkled, and her eyes darkened. “Did someone do that to you?”

“That’s not important right now,” he walked towards the kitchen. “Why are you here?” She invited herself over many times before, even though he told her repeatedly not to do so. 

She followed behind him and tugged at his shirt, stopping him from getting closer to the kitchen. They stood underneath the door frame that separated the living room from the hallway. 

“Don’t be silly, babe. I’m always here.” 

Katsuki rolled his eyes. He internally cringed at the pet name. He turned to continue down the hall. 

“Anyways,” she continued, “I know you love me, so why don’t you trust me enough to tell me these things?”

“Ochaco, please. Let’s not do this right now; I’m tired.” There were bags under his eyes, and after getting himself annihilated by you, he just wanted to grab something to eat and knock out.

“No. Who did that to you? Do I know her?”

“No, relax,” his back still faced her. 

“Am I going to have problems with someone now?” 

Aggravated, he turned around as they reached the kitchen, “No. You’re not gonna have problems with my coworker-” 

Time stilled. His eyes widened internally from his slip-up.

Uraraka’s head tilted to the side, “Ohhh… That’s who she is… Is she pretty?”

“Ochaco, please.”

Her head proceeded to wobble, “No, no. Is she prettier? Is she the better fuck?”

“You’re getting out of line.”

“What? You can’t tell me if she’s the better fuck?”

“No, Uraraka. Stop,” he lied through his teeth.

“Stop? Are you kidding me? I’m right here, but instead you went out and got some dirty convenient pussy.”

“Uraraka, enough!” Bakugo’s fist tightened, and he stepped back from her. “You cannot talk about her like that.” 

She stepped back, her mind processing what he just said. “Oh,” her shoulders lowered. “My bad, I went too far. How about we just enjoy the dinner I prepared for us? I’ll go warm it up.” She smiled and tightened her hand that held his forearm. Her fingernails soon dug into her palms.

. . . 

“I’m gonna take a shower.” Uraraka watched as Katsuki grabbed his towel and entered his own suite. Once the door shut, she waited a couple of minutes to make sure he didn’t leave anything. 

When the time passed, she grabbed Katsuki’s phone, which was on the charger. She pressed the button on the side, then typed in the password she'd seen him put in many times. 

She clicked on the messages app and started going down the list; she stopped when she got to your contact. Opening it, the screen was littered with sexts you both had been sending each other. She bit down on her cheek and opened a social media app. You both followed each other, and she concluded you were his work friend. 

She went through his work calendar, remembering there was an event his work was having—a dinner of sorts. More of a drink, eat at high tables, dance, and talk. She didn’t care what it was about, she just wanted several words with you. 

____

A Week Later - Friday - Dinner Party

“Did you see that he brought someone?” Your eyes were glued on Katsuki and his plus one.

“You mean the girl in the bright red dress and matching makeup? Yes, yes, I did,” Shoto glanced.

“She had her arm wrapped around Katsuki's, and she had a big smile on.”

“Mhm.”

“My thing is, how are we going to have this whole arrangement and not tell me you have a girlfriend or are in a relationship?”

“Well, if we’re talking about the whole blackma-”  

Your hand darted to Todoroki’s mouth. “Shhh!” You rolled your eyes as he chuckled.

“Let me get you a drink to calm down. I’ll be fast.”

You nodded, then looked around the room. The lobby of the building was decked out with balloons, assorted colored lights, tables, and a bar. You leaned on the table, eyeing the girl Katsuki was with. You had tried to ask him to be your date for this event, but he only avoided you. You rubbed your forehead, trying not to recount the many embarrassing moments you had been sharing. 

“Don’t do that so much; it’ll stay that way.” Todoroki handed you a drink. 

“Thanks, Shoto…”

“Oh, come on. Keep your head up.”

“Easy for you to say. The girls you want don’t play with you like Bakugo is doing to me.”

He chuckled, “You’re joking, right?”

One of your eyebrows relaxed, the other raised. 

“You see that girl over there,” he discreetly pointed out. “Momo confessed that she liked me, but she’s been avoiding me nonstop since her confession. I’ve been trying to get with her, but none of my approaches have worked.”

The both of you ponder on your shared dwindling love life as you take sips from your glasses. 

“Y’know what?” You put your drink down. “Let’s make them jealous.”

Todoroki smiles, “I like the sound of that.”

“Find me on the dance floor.” You winked as you walked over to the DJ. Not many people were dancing, but you pulled out a playlist that would send everyone running. After giving the DJ the song suggestions, he gave you a thumbs up, and you walked to the dance floor.

Shoto was there, shimmying to the music, patiently waiting for you. Once the song came on, you both put on your game faces. You grabbed your dress, which had a slit and danced with Todo. You held onto his white tux, smirking as you got closer to each other. It was a bit sultry, but not too much. Your eyes would look toward Bakugo's, and you knew he was looking. 

You watched as his eyes couldn’t stay away, but his lover noticed. She turned his head with her hand and kissed him, her eyes not closed but on yours. Your eyes squinted, and you grinned. "Oh, that’s how we’re playing.”

You weren’t going to get mad at the girl. You had no idea of the preconceived relationship they had. What you did know was that you wanted to cause a bit of havoc. 

Shoto glanced at you with an idea. He brought you close to his chest and placed his lips right next to your ear. Katsuki could only get angry internally, but you could see it in his shift in demeanor. 

“I’ll grab Bakugo, and you grab Momo.”

“Smart idea.”

As soon as those words left your mouth, you danced towards the girl who stood before the dance floor. Her eyes longingly saw herself in the pit of beautiful bodies. 

“Come on, let’s dance.” 

You grabbed her hands, and she didn’t hesitate. You pulled her in and spun her around. Conveniently, you pressed your back against Todoroki and switched partners. Your hands were gripped by Bakugo's, which were slightly clammy. You moved around, following the beat of the music. He was tense at first, but he found the rhythm with you. 

“Loosen up, Katsu. It’s only me.”

He chose to stay silent, and you accepted that. You were happy that he was this close to you after all the separation. 

Your bodies grew closer, and the temperature increased. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your mouth was slowly opening until the music cut out. Bakugo smiled, nodded his head, and then let go of your hands. You watched as he walked away.

Seeing Shoto dancing with the woman he liked, you went to find an empty table after getting a drink. Placing your arms on the surface, you took out your phone and bobbed to the music.

“Oh hey!” You peered up from your phone, your vision engulfed by Bakugo’s plus one. You turned off your device and gave her your attention. “You’re Y/N, right? Bakugo has told me so much about you!” She smiled.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. I saw you were a little busy, but I wanted to talk to you, Y/N.”

“Uraraka, what are you doing?” Katsuki walked into view, internally filled with dread.

“Oh nothing, sweetie. Just having a chat. Go get some drinks or food. I’ll be with you soon.” Katsuki’s lips quivered slightly, but he turned and walked away. “Boys, y’know how they get.”

Your stature shifted, and you relaxed more while the girl stood straight, “Sorry. Do I know you?”

“Oh, no! But you will,” her smile remained. “I’m Katsuki’s girlfriend.”

There was something about her. You expected wrath to come from her. You exhaled from your nose, disguised like you were breathing, “Weird, ‘cause he’s never mentioned you.” You took a sip from your drink.

“That’s because I told him I wanted our relationship to be private. He listens so well.”

“Bless your heart,” you muttered. 

“I like your outfit, by the way.”

“Same to you.”

“Thank you. Mine is designer!”

“Really?” You could tell from the seams of the dress that it was a lie. “Mine is thrifted.”

“Yeah… I can tell. It suits you, though.” Your eyes widened, and you chuckled internally. You knew how she was going to play this petty game, and you knew how to combat it. “Personally, I could never let that touch me. But that’s just because I like better things on me.”

You took another sip of your drink.

“Can I be honest? Real girl talk?”

“Go ahead, sweetie,” you copied her from before. You watched her facade crack a little.

“I saw the little gift you left on Bakugo’s neck, and as his girlfriend, I don’t really appreciate that. I think you need to give him space and respect our relationship.”

Your eyes go from this Uraraka girl to Todoroki, who passed by and greeted you both. 

“Oh… Oh. I get it, him too?”

You chuckled, remaining silent, and took another swig, purposely dragging it out.

“Damn, you’re good. I totally respect that. I could never; I respect myself too much. I guess it's that easy for you. You’ve got to spill; how many more office bodies have you caught?” 

Your mannerisms stayed the same. It made her irritated. 

“Not telling? I get it. After that many, I wouldn’t say either.” Her face stayed as innocent as before, and her lips curled as if she hadn’t said the most darndest thing.

Ready to break your silence, “Listen-” 

“Anyways! He’s been coming home rather stressed recently. I’m starting to see why…” She looked you up and down, smirking.

“Pfft, I’m looking at the real reason right now. Thinking I’m the reason he’s stressed is so far off, I’m not surprised you didn’t understand.” What you said caught her off guard, so you leaned forward. “Love, he’s less stressed moaning my name and saying how much he loves my strap in his ass. That’s how he’s able to come home to you in the first place.” 

You walked to the side of her, your hand patting her shoulder. “Not that you’d know what I’m talking about.” You walked away, not hearing a single word come out of her mouth. 

You made a B-line to the bathroom, but before you entered, your arm was grabbed, and you turned to find it was Katsuki. “What the fuck do you want?” Your eyebrows furrowed, and you so badly wanted to push the bathroom door open.

“What happened between the two of you?” His expression was scared and timid. 

“Why does it matter? You should’ve told me you were in a relationship. I want nothing to do with you.” You pushed the bathroom door open, only for him to follow you inside. It was a one-person bathroom, and you stood with your arms folded.

“Firstly, I’m sorry for whatever she said to you. And secondly, we are far from an exclusive relationship.” 

Your weight shifted between your legs, and your head tilted. You were interested in what he had to say.

The blonde sighed and sat on the closed toilet, “We’re just fuck buddies. We’ve discussed before that we can see other people, but I don’t know what happened. She got obsessive, started calling me pet names, and whenever I asked about her other partners the way she responded shifted.”

“You don’t have to air out all her drama. But, you’re telling me that you’re just seeing each other? No girlfriend-boyfriend situation? Exclusive?”

“We are just seeing each other.”

“And what about you ignoring me for the past few weeks?”

“I’m really sorry about that. She’s been coming to my apartment every night. I didn’t want anything to happen to invoke a response.”

You took a deep breath in and placed your hand on the bathroom door. “Katsu, please get your shit together with this girl. I can see something happening between us, but I’m not dealing with some toxic bitch.” Before walking out, “Have a good night.”

. . .

Taking his shoes off, Bakugo could not shake off the uneasiness he felt about the looming Ochaco. He watched as she disappeared to the bathroom and returned in normal attire. Her face didn’t help either; on it only laid a smile, and he knew that didn’t mean anything good.

“Bakugo. Let’s have a talk.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

She stared at him, her smile dropping. “What the fuck have you been doing with that girl.”

“Ochaco, we’ve discussed that we’re in an open relationship. Whatever I’ve done with Y/N shouldn’t matter to you.”

“Are you gay now or something?”

“Excuse me?”

“No, be honest with me. That has to be the only reason you like her. Because you get fucked in the ass like a gay man.”

“Uraraka, what the actual fuck is wrong with you!?”

“Y’know what. You’re a dirty fucking man whore who can’t get hard when he sees a sexy girl in front of him.” Her eyebrows furrowed, and her arms folded. “I’ve tried to sleep with you countless times. Every time, you couldn’t get it up. Just because you want to be fucked in the ass? You’re sick. Disgusting.”

“You’re far from holy either, Uraraka. Spreading your legs for the whole block, but for some reason being obsessed with me? Be fucking real. Tell your pastor who’s the real whore, you fake Christian bastard.” Katsuki walked to the bathroom and grabbed her things. He threw her clothes out the door and held it open, “Get the fuck out of my apartment.” 

Ochaco’s mouth gaped open, not realizing how badly she had messed things up. Her eyes began to water, snot soon coming after, “I’m sorry, Baku, I didn’t mean it. It was an outburst. You know how I get. Please forgive me. I know you love me.”

“The only person that loves you is yourself.” He went into her pocket and grabbed the key that he’d been meaning to get back from her. “Never come back.”

The room was filled with the slamming of the door and then silence. Katsuki walked to his room, which was far away from his apartment door entrance. He curled himself into a ball and started crying. No one had ever made him feel bad about his sexual preferences. Even though his liking for her was fading, he still thought of her as a friend. They had known each other for so long, and for those words to come out of her mouth, it ruined him a little. 

. . .

“Oh my God, Katsu, are you crying?”

“Can I come over?”

“Of course.”

[cultherent]

Hey, just wanted to give an update on where I've been--- 💀

Sorry for not posting for so long. College has been choking me out with projects and finals. But guess what??

IT'S SUMMER BREAK BABES!!!

I'm back! And im working on a new chapter for Accidental Email rn. Gonna be long (I think) and juicy. The story will probably be finished in a few more chapters.

Anyways, love ya and I'm alive.

[cultherent]

An Accidental Email [Ch.5]

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

This Chapter is brought to you by “Slut Him Out” + “Slut Me Out” TW: anal, pegging, bitting, kissing, nipple play - aka fucking

Chapter 5:

“This is bullshit,” you stood from the bed, pacing up and down the room. What are the odds that he’s here? 

“Can you at least untie me?”

Thinking for a moment, “No. This is perfect. We have to talk about last night.” You sat near his torso, your head facing him. 

“Y/N, let’s just never talk about that.” He tried to sit up, but the restraints wouldn’t let him. He huffed then looked into your eyes, “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“What color?”

“Green…?”

“I’ll make you talk.” With those words, Bakugo’s cock hardened and he tried pressing his legs together. He gasped, feeling your arms wrap around his legs and spreading them apart. Placing your hand over the only piece of clothing that covered him, his boxers, you hooked your finger under it.

Bakugo lifted his ass, thinking you’d pull them down, but his legs soon burned by you pulling his underwear down painfully slowly. “Come on, Y/N. Be faster,” his eyebrows furrowed and his tone had a teaspoon of annoyance.

You mocked him, “Come on, Y/N. Be faster.” You chuckled after seeing his shocked expression. “I’d treat you nicer if you would just talk.” You remove your hands and place them beside his head, your face hovering over his. You bring your lips close, your eyes lingering. “You’re really pretty. Y’know that, right?” 

Bakugo couldn’t help the corner of his lips curl. He would have retorted with confidence, but he was startled. All the heat in his body went to his dick as your hands started to stroke up and down his shaft. He let out a moan. One of many soon to come. 

“So… you want to be my pet?” You whispered into his ear as you laid beside him. You kissed his neck, sucking onto the skin and leaving marks. You smiled to yourself as you licked the hickey, immediately moving to another spot. 

“Ugh~ Y/N. How am I supposed to cover these?”

“You don’t. That’s what happens when you disobey orders.” You sat up, your hand still stroking him, but you moved your other hand to touch the area around his nipple. You circled around the edge of his areola for what felt like ages for Katsuki. 

“Please, just touch me.”

“And why should I do that, Katsu~?”

His eyes rolled back, the name triggering a fire within him. Just as he recuperated himself, you flicked his nipple, shooting a whine out of him. Having his nipple between your fingers, you massaged it and switched between that and rubbing it with a finger. During this, your pace fastened.

“Y/N, I’m close.”

“Already? Let me know when you’re there.”

“Yes, mistresses.” 

You smiled. You were already turned on by seeing Bakugo tied up and having him under your control, but him calling you master filled every need you wanted from him. You brought your lips towards him, “A reward for you remembering.” 

You pressed your lips against his. His lips were soft and he tasted like caramel. He was insatiable and you almost lost yourself. Pulling away, Bakugo’s eyes clenched down, “I’m about to cum.”

In an instant, you stopped, and Bakugo’s ecstasy never came. “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT!?!?”

You chuckled to yourself, “Count.”

The man’s eyebrows furrowed, the bridge of his tightening, “One.”

“Good job,” you pecked his cheek.

The second edge came, the third went, and the fourth was arriving.

“Y/N, please, just let me come.”

“Only if you tell me what’s going on with you.”

“Okay, I will master, just let me cum.”

You grinned, taking your hand and pumping him to oblivion. You pressed your lips against his, your tongues teasing each other's lips. Your tongues tangled in a dance that was so mesmerizing that when you spun away; the room was filled with gasps, and your hand was left wet and warm. 

Grabbing a tissue from the bedside table, you wiped his semen off your hand. “Alright, speak.” The blond before you closed his eyes, the tongue that once danced with yours was laying out of his mouth. “Come on, Bakugo. Stop playing dead, I let you cum. Talk.” 

Silence.

It was foolish to think he wouldn’t get punished for this act of disobedience. Swinging your head to the wall full of toys the room supplied, you grabbed all the vibrators and tied them to him. 

“Hey- Wait-” He tugged again, the restraints leaving marks on his wrists and ankles. 

It was over for him. You had put nipple vibrators on him, a vibrator in the condom you put on him so it would stay in place, and a vibrating butt plug in his ass. 

“Keep not talking.”

“Wai- Fuck~!”

You turned on all the vibrators causing Bakugo to jerk, his body tensing everywhere. You gazed at him in admiration and watched as his eyes soon watered. 

A tiny bit inside of you knew he would disobey, he loves disobeying, he’s a brat after all. So he needed a punishment to really make him listen, overstimulation. His dick was extra sensitive from cuming and you knew his nipples were violated by your tongue. He’d cry a melody about precisely what he meant soon enough. 

“Are you ready to talk?”

Fighting through his whines, “N-No- Huggh~” He hiccuped, his back arching upwards, trying to find a position that would give him less sensation.

You smiled, loving the challenge, and walked towards the wall of toys. Katsuki watched as your ass moved sensually, your cheeks nicely presented and not covered up. He loved the outfit you had on. In an instant, he looked away, getting too excited to the point he could cum again.

Throwing a blanket that was laying on a chair, it landed on Bakugo’s face, covering what you were doing. Yanking the blanket off, Katsuki found himself with his legs untied but close to almost over his head. Your hand held them up and his eyes widened as you teased his entrance. 

“What are you doing?”

“Making you talk~”

Lubricating the strap you put on, you pressed slowly into him, his asshole accepting you with ease. “Heh, you really want this, don’t you?”

He held onto his restraints, his head falling back as you reached his prostate. He groaned as you moved in and out, never leaving his entrance. Your pace quickened and your chest rubbed against him, your nipples teasing each other. You moan quietly, your lips biting at his skin. 

His legs pressed you closer to him, the strap going even further inside him. He whined loudly, his fingers digging into your back. “Fuck me, just like that~”

Your thrusts get faster, your arms wrapping around his back, helping you stay in place. Your thighs slapped together, making a fast beat followed by Katsuki’s whines and whimpers. 

“Deeper Y/N~”

With those words, you removed his arm restraints and moved him to the end of the bed. His upper body laid on the footrest at the end of the bed and his legs stayed on the bed. For a second, you gazed at his position. His back arched so effortlessly that you wanted to eat him up. He was so hot, especially his red-stained ass.

“Fuck me, man,” you exhaled and fucked him. 

The room and hallway were filled with Bakugo’s noises. “You’re doing so well, Katsu~” You praised as you sped up your pace, the slapping sounds resuming how it was before. Your left hand held the bed's railing and your right held his hair. 

Bakugo’s tongue extended, he was turned into a whore that night.

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You got into your car and drove off. Katsuki was sitting in the passenger seat and was dozing off. He was tired after all the fun you had, so you let him sleep for a short while during the ride. You respectfully kept the music low. 

Driving on the highway, wherever there weren’t many cars you’d stare at him. You watched as his chest raised and lowered. His body would twitch slightly and you grinned to yourself. “How cute.”

“Hey Bakugo, we’re here,” you pressed your hand on his shoulder gently and moved him a bit. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. 

Yawning, “Ah. Thank you, Y/N.”

“No problem.”

He took off his seatbelt and then reached for the door. He opened the door, but he closed it before he could get out. “You deserve an explanation.” You unbuckled your seatbelt and then turned to face him. “I-...” His eyes shifted from yours and darted to the floor. You noted this as the first time he really stammered around you. This was the first time he was truly vulnerable with you.

“I like you, Y/N. And I really want to see what this can become. I know you ‘blackmailed’ me and everything. But I want to see what it’s like if I was your pet.” He put finger quotations around ‘blackmail’.

“I’m going to ignore the fact you did that,” you rolled your eyes then you smiled. “You can be my servant, Katsu. I have no problem with that. You’re hot and you’re amazing to play with.” You thought for a moment then extended your pinky finger, “Gimme your pinky.” He did as told then you twisted it downward and placed your thumb on one another, your pinkies still interlocked. “You’re mine now.” You let go of his hand and rubbed the hickies around his neck, “Especially with these.” 

You both chuckled. 

Bakugo walked out of the car and he was relieved. He was glad he talked things through between the two of you. Unlocking the front door of his building, he waited for the elevator. He entered when he heard the ding and pressed his floor. Walking around a corner, he reached his door and put his key in. 

"You've finally arrived," a woman screeched and engulfed Katsuki in a hug. Planting a kiss on his lips, "I've been waiting for you babe." Her eyebrows furrowed when she took a step back and looked at him, “What the fuck is on your neck?”

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An Accidental Email Update

Hey everyone! Sorry for the delay in the updates, like always 😭. Genuinely love ya for being tolerant. I'm working on the plot for the story cuz I need to take it more seriously. I got a bit of writers block after the cliff hangers literally shook me to the point I didn't know what to do. With the addition of college work, I've been having a hard time to sit and think. I can safely say I have something now, so thank you got being patient. I'll try my best to write and upload!

Love you all. Sending air hugs!

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Incomplete Report

TW: spanking | WC: 2.4k

How did you end up here? L on top of you, the both of you in a heated kiss, and no one watching. His skin is paper white except for the hickies you left on his neck. His eyes were wide, they were calling to you, yearning for more.

. . . 

It was later in the night, everyone had gone to their rooms and it was only you and L working. “Y/N, are you almost finished with your reports?” L sat in his chair, his feet straddling the end of his seat like always. He sucked on a lollipop, his eyes on you, waiting for a reply.

You brushed the hair out of your face and look up from your laptop, the bags under your eyes showing. The man frowned, ready to get you a coffee if you needed it.

“I’m almost done, I just need to figure out a few more things.” 

Exhaling from your nose, your gaze fell back on your monitor, frustrated that you’ve been at it for so long. Hearing rolling sounds beside you, L sat right next to you.

“Do you mind if I take a look?” You sighed, ready to rebuttal, but he took the laptop without your confirmation. “Let’s see…” His finger fell onto his lip, he bit down softly, and you watched him. 

A part of you was happy he was this close to you. His elbow was near yours, and you imagined yourself brushing your arm against it. You didn’t realize you were daydreaming, staring at his arm, until his head made its way to your stuck eyes’ view.

“Uh-” Your eyes widened, and you backed up. You wished you didn’t react that way. You wanted to linger there just enough to get a good whiff. 

“I can finish this for you. It’s almost complete, and you look like you really need some rest.”

Your arms raised, your fingers saying no, but the man didn’t care. You frowned and then stood from your chair. L turned on the lights to make sure you didn’t trip, the brightness causing you to wince.

“I’ll come with you,” you felt L approach you once again, this time holding your arm in his. “Close your eyes, I’ll lead you to your room.” You did as told, closing your eyes and clinging to him. 

On your journey to your room, you leaned close to L. Every time you breathed in, you smelled how sweet he was, exactly like the sweets he ate. That thought made you wonder, and you wanted to know if he tasted just like the lollipop he was sucking. 

This wasn’t the first for you to daydream about your boss. His appearance and stature might have been a turn-off for some people, but his lanky body and demeanor just made you cave. To help you sleep every night, you’d dream about all the things you’d do to him. You’d dream about pulling his hair, seeing your handprint on his ass, and seeing what he looked like unclothed. 

You already knew how his ass looked when he and Light were fighting, you were extremely delighted.

“We’re here, you can open your eyes.” L stood beside your door, waiting for you to react.

You smiled and thanked him. You went and opened your door, but you hesitated in the doorway. You turned around, your eyes connecting with his. Your mouth opened, then closed, your pupils darting to the floor. You wanted to say something, but you weren’t sure of what.

“Are you alright? Do you need to talk to me about something?”

“I-...” You sighed, scratching the back of your head. “Just, thank you again.” He smiled and nodded, but he still stood there. You leaned on your door and widened your mouth again, “I don’t mean to take so long with these reports. I could do them faster. It’s just… you’re the problem L.” His head cocked back as his eyebrow arched, his eyes opening more ever so slightly. 

“What do you mean I’m the problem?”

Maybe it was the exhaustion, or maybe you were done with having this crush on him, but you were letting it out now. Who cares about how it might change everything? You didn’t really think it would. You mostly cared about your work and catching Kira. So, if he didn’t reciprocate anything, you could just move on and focus better.

“Y’know what.” His eyes stayed fixed on yours, “I like you L. I’ve liked you for a while. I can’t concentrate on my work well enough because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

It took a moment, but he responded, “You like me?”

“Yes, I like you.” 

After another pause, “I like you too, Y/N.”

The both of you stood there for God knows how long soaking in the shared knowledge that was dumped on the both of you. When you finally recuperated yourself, you smiled, your cheeks heating. L was doing the same.

“Do you want to come inside?” 

L nodded and entered your room, you close the door behind him. You motioned for him to sit on your bed and you sat beside him. Your bodies were turned, wanting to gaze at one another. You watched as he shifted in his jeans, his posture curled towards you. He moved his black hair away from his face only for it to fall back into place. Laughter broke the silence that the room was once filled with. 

“That’s one reason I like you,” you placed your hand on your bed and leaned on it. “I really like your mannerisms. Like how you have to eat your candies and how you curl in your chair.”

The man smiled, “I like yours as well. I like when you move your hair and reveal your neck or when you're nervous because you fidget.”

Your cheeks heat again, your posture shifting to scrunching into itself, wanting to feel your skin on your skin. “Stowp,” your hands rushed to your face, and you hid behind them. L chuckled and moved closer to you, moving your hands away with his own. The contact sent a warm rush through your body.

With the small string of confidence you had, you sat up and moved to be inches away from him. You could feel his breath on you, but he didn’t back away, “I want to know how you taste.” Your eyes turned sultry, your lips now with a thin layer of saliva. “I want to know if you taste like candy.”

L’s pale skin showed a hint of pink around his cheeks, and he smiled. Collecting courage for himself, “Then kiss me.”

Never in a million years did you think this was ever going to happen, you connecting your lips with L, feeling how soft they were, and finding out he tasted exactly like sugar. His taste was contagious. You only wanted more. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stuck your tongue out during your kiss. His tongue pressed against yours, and you found your tongues dancing with each another. 

As the kiss intensified, you found your back pressed against your bed, L on top of you. Your hands traveled all around his back. You used your fingers to run up and down his sides. Your kisses traveled to his neck, your lips attaching to the skin and leaving marks. As you did, you heard noises come from the man above you making you smirk on his skin. Soon enough, your hands traveled to his ass and you found yourself with your hands under his pants, squeezing him. 

Lawliet moaned, and he felt his legs go weak, his chest falling onto yours. Your lips separate, your hands going to the nape of his back, and you gazed at his lips and chuckled. The skin around his lips was red.

“I like how reactive you are” He smiled and fell onto your bed, him laying beside you. 

“Watch this,” he lifted his plain white T, which you used to joke camouflaged with his skin, and dragged his fingers across his stomach. Red lines slowly appeared causing your wet dreams to replay in your head.

“Can you go on your stomach?” He nodded, his head facing you, his eyes littered with wonder.

You hooked your fingers under his jeans and glanced for approval. With a nod, you lowered his jeans and realized why you didn’t feel extra fabric. He was commando.

“Do you do this often?”

“No. We ran out of laundry detergent, and I’m out of boxers.”

You both chuckled, and you placed your hand on one of his cheeks. It was soft, and the skin was bare. He was warm, and he smiled when you placed your lips on it. Leaving a kiss, you bit down softly and left a red mark. 

“Do you mind if I do something?”

“Go ahead.” In an instant, you smacked his ass. Your handprint next to the bite mark you left. “You can go harder if you want.”

“Is that a suggestion or a request?” You smirked as you rubbed his butt. He grabbed the sheets of your bed and hid behind them. “Oh, come on. Don’t lose your confidence now.”

“A request.” You blushed and grinned, L doing the same.

You found yourself mesmerized by L’s ass. The way it bounced when you hit it, the fact that your hand was perfectly copied onto his skin, and how he’d whine and ask you for more. 

What you didn’t know was that L was secretly very kinky. Whenever it was one of those days and his hormones would scream to be let out, he'd watch videos like what you two were doing in the bedroom. He’d fantasized about it and kinda hoped that he’d do it with you. To plead and beg for more, to be on his knees. He wanted to be below you, but he beat himself up for it. He shouldn’t have been thinking about an employee like that. In his own way, he showed he cared by being nicer to you. 

“Huuughh~” L let out as you started stroking his cock. He was on his knees, his back arching, and his hands clenching the bed’s footboard as you knelt behind him. You yanked on his charcoal hair, his eyes reaching the ceiling. You smirked, satisfied that in front of your bed were mirrors, so you could see every single expression he made. 

“Look how pretty you look,” you lowered yourself, grabbing his face in your hand and kissing him. 

“Fuuuck, Y/N, stroke me faster,” you did as told, and whimpers engulfed the room.

Your attention went to his backside. You continued to fasten the pace as you caressed his balls. Soon enough, you began to kiss his gooch and pressed your tongue against it.

This evoked a cry. “If y-you keep d-doing that. I’m... I’m gonna-” 

His legs clenched, his torso fell onto the bed, and you heard him stifle his cries. You felt the warm liquid on your hand, and you gazed at it with interest. Lawliet rolled over, his back on the bed.

He grabbed your hand and pulled it close to him, “Sorry for making a mess on your hand.” He gazed into your eyes before ingesting it all. “All clean. Now it’s your turn.”

“There’s no need for that, I’m tired anyways.”

His eyes furrowed then he grinned, “Well, this will definitely make you fall asleep.”

You laid back where your pillows were, and L placed himself in between your legs. He kissed up and down your thighs, smiling at you whenever your eyes connected.

“Nice and sweet,” he gazed at your underwear, which was clearly stained with your fluids. He placed his fingers on you over your underwear, making small circles around your clit. 

You clung onto a pillow, biting your lip as he did. His actions fastened and then slowed, creating a little pattern. You moaned quietly, whining for more. He then removed your underwear to see the river that you left for him to turn into a lake. The motion you were getting before stopped as he drooled, staring at how beautiful you were. His fingers inspected your folds; he was so happy to see your beauty to the fullest, to be so trusting that you’d be this vulnerable with him.

His motions began shortly when your groaning continued, but he teased you. He didn’t touch your clit, but instead the crevasses of your folds, going up and down. A part of you wanted more, but the other liked how much he liked you. You felt just a little more confident in yourself. 

L’s lips pressed against your clit, but before he did, “You’re gorgeous.”

His pace fastened after time, and you gripped onto your sheets tightly, needing something to hold you back. Pressing his hand on your stomach, he slowly inserted a finger in you. It went in smoothly due to you being so wet, and you moaned from it. His finger curled, and after a bit of fiddling, he found that spot that made you want to scream with pleasure. 

As he curled, you couldn’t help but shove a pillow in front of your mouth to make sure not too much noise came out. His tongue attached to your clit as he started pleasuring it again.

“L, I’m gonna cum,” you let out from the sudden contact. He smiled and sped up the pass.

“Fuck~” you moaned as you clenched onto a body part. Your legs stiffened as your eyes rolled back, and heat rushed all through your whole body. Your eyes closed and you almost fell asleep. 

L was still near your clit, eating away your cum. “Thank you, L. I’m gonna clean myself up and go to bed.” L moved away and nodded, following you into your private bathroom. 

Laying in your bed, you were happy to find L beside you, hugging your torso. He wore one of your fluffy pajama pants, and you matched him. After only a little bit of cuddling, you both fell asleep.

. . . 

“L, what happened to your neck?” Light questioned as he watched L walk into the office. 

Lawliet raised his eyebrow and pointed towards the hickeys, “There’s nothing on my neck.”

You swiveled in your chair, internally admiring your work, “Yeah, what are you talking about? There’s nothing there.”

It will one day be forgotten because the next day, they were gone. Not really… just covered up with foundation. 

Light looked at the both of you baffled, and as everyone else entered the room, they supported your claims, throwing him into a frenzy. You and L chuckled.

The both of you told the team that you put hickies, using makeup, on L’s neck and to pretend that they weren’t there. Light was shocked, making comments the whole day. 

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An Accidental Email [Ch.4]

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Chapter 4

Saturday:

Waking up from your bed, you immediately got up to check on Bakugo. Once you opened the door; however, the blond was gone, sheets folded nicely on your couch. You huffed, crossing your arms as you approached where he should have been. 

“What the fuck am I going to do with him? All the things he said… I don’t know what to think.” You rubbed your head as you went back to your room to get your phone. 

With your phone in hand, you made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Using the toilet first, you checked your messages to find nothing from the man of the hour. You texted him, “I hope you got home safe, but we should talk.” After staring at the screen for a while, you swiped out, hoping he’d respond back. You clicked on Mina’s contact and told her what had happened. You stood, finished your business, and started brushing your teeth. Right when you spat out the paste, your phone buzzed. Looking at the screen, it was Mina, and you were a bit upset it wasn’t Bakugo.

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Mina: Holy shit, that’s fucking crazy. What are you going to do?

Y/N: Idk Mina. I genuinely don’t know… He still hasn’t texted me back.

Mina: Just give him some time

Mina: He’s probably remembering everything he said

Mina: Maybe he’s scared

Y/N: Whatever it is… I’m getting more anxious

Mina: Completely understandable… I don’t mean to change the subject so suddenly, but are you still going to the party tn?

Y/N: Ig but I’m not doing anything crazy

Mina: Okay perfect

Mina: I’ll meet you there then

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Rinsing your face with water, you begin to complete your chores for the day.

The clock soon struck 10, and you put the finishing touches on your makeup. You decided not to think about everything that was said last night; this is your day of enjoyment. You’ll fuck some people, get fucked, dom, etc. Your time to escape. Grabbing your bag containing your outfit changed, you took your keys and headed to your car.

You got onto the freeway and glanced at your phone; you received a notification. You made a mental note, so when you arrived, you stayed in your car to check. Putting the phone in front of your eyes, it turned on, and a message from Bakugo was on the wall. You scrolled it down, not wanting him to know you read the message. It read: I got home safe. No need for a talk.

You huffed, “What the fuck you mean by no talk.” You rolled your eyes and swiped the message away. You texted Mina that you were there and grabbed your things. Knocking on the door, you saw a familiar face wearing a warm smile.

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you!” You were hugged by your friend, Denki. 

“It’s been a minute! How have you been?”

“I’ve been great. Throwing these parties has been a lot of fun and I’m so glad you can join us tonight.” Denki ushered you to enter, closing the door behind you, and directed you to the changing room. “You brought a mask, right? It’s a masked event.” You nodded and he grinned. “Let me know if you want to have some fun. I’ve missed the good ol’ days.” You winked as the corner of your lips curled, then made your way to change.

You got dressed, your outfit consisting of a latex shirt and a corset top with a latex-like appearance. You put on thigh-high socks and made sure they wouldn't slip down with bowtie garters. You threw on a shocker and touched up your makeup and hair. You put on platform boots littered with buckles and straps, which made you look much taller. To perfect the look, you slid on a mask that covered your eyes and a bit of your nose. It was elegant and had feathery strands on the top.

Dusting off your outfit, you stepped outside and spotted Mina. She recognized your clothes and mask from the picture you sent her earlier. “Oh my God, you look God-like!” She cheered, engulfing you in a hug.

“So do you,” you preached as you stepped back, gasping at her outfit. She wore a sultry red bunny bodysuit with a tail and ears. “I love it.”

Mina smiled as she put her hand in yours, “Do you have any plans yet?”

“Not really. I might mess around with Denki, but that’ll be later.”

“Perfect! I have something you want to see.”

Mina tightened her grip as she guided you to one of the house’s living rooms. “What exactly is going on?” You stared at a room filled with people. You were surprised, you’d never seen a party with this many people. It could easily turn into an orgy. 

“Just listen, you might like this section.”

A man stood on a stage. He wore a skimpy gold tuxedo, “Today, we’re here to meet new people. Explore kinks with someone new. Who knows what type of relationship can turn about! Come over and line up, fill out this small questionnaire and we’ll partner you up with someone suitable. Scan this QR code." You looked at your friend and smiled; this seemed like fun. 

As everyone filled out the questionnaire, you as well, listened to the man reciting the rules you knew all too well. Consent is the major point as well as the door rule. If the door is closed, you cannot go in; if the door is open, you can watch; if there's a tag on the door, you can join. 

On the paper, you wrote that your partner had to be attractive, a man, in their 20s-30s, femdom, and a possible scenario. You submitted the survey and waited with Mina. “I’m a little nervous,” your friend frowned.

“Why is that?”

“What if we get someone we don’t like? What if we’re not compatible?”

“Don’t worry so much about that. If anything, just leave, and find the bouncers if they make you uncomfortable. But, you’re amazing, Mina. Anyone would love to be your sex partner. I sure know I do.” You smiled and your words made her as well. 

“Stop, you’re so sweet to me.”

“Now, if you feel uncomfortable at any point, let any of the stripped people know. Anyone wearing gold and a red piece is one of the higher-ups, like me, so you can talk to us. We want to make sure everyone is safe and having fun.” The man pauses to grab a piece of paper and then reads it out, “Alright, we’re going to call up the people going into the room first, ” They called several numbers, and those people left, filling into bedrooms. 

The man more numbers off, the next group going. Another group, then finally you. Mina had left in the second grouping, so you were alone. You walked down a hall to find your number attached to a door with another number. As you placed your hand on the handle, you breathed in. “It’ll all be fine,” you whispered to yourself and got the courage to open the door. 

The room was illuminated by red led lights and a bed in the center. Walking into the room and closing the door, you stood at the foot of the bed. There, a man laid tied up like a starfish. You made your footsteps known, their breathing fastening. You bend down, looking them in the eyes, their black mask covering their upper head, their hair hidden. 

You smirked, your eyes going to their lips. He was pretty. His lips were red and wet from their tongue. You sat beside them and placed your hand softly on their bare chest. The man before you whined. "Sensitive, I see," you hummed and for a moment, you were lost in your thoughts, remembering about someone else. 

The pale man grumbled, noting your lack of attention. He rubbed your back with his leg. He grinned when you came back to reality, your hands moving up and down his body. He squirmed beneath you as he pulled on his restraints. 

You picked up your phone to see what your match wrote about. "To be punished. I've been a bad boy," you read out loud. You glanced at the man and for a moment, his gaze looked different. "Are you alright?"

In a low tone, "I'm not sure if I can do this. Take off my mask…"

With a raised eyebrow, you did as told, revealing someone you did not expect to be here at this very party. 

"Bakugo?"

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I wanted to let everyone know that I'll be back soon. I'm returning to school when my break is over, which is soon. It's going to take me several days; I've got some scholarships and assignments to complete, but I'll be sure to start updating my story and do more one-shots. 

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One Shots:

Caught in the Act [Pt. 1] & Caught in the Act [Pt. 2]

Fanart:

Tentacles

Stories:

The Bet: The Rice Purity Test

An Accidental Email: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

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Zinka X Kin [Ch.1]

Description: In the future of HXH, Zinka (my OC) is trained ruthlessly till the age of 19 till her guardian, Centrim decides that she must live her destiny. Zinka is tangled in a vine of love, friendship, enemies, and kin. Will she be able to overpower this so-called entity Kin? Will she find love? Will she find a sense of herself? Will she find her destiny?

Pairing: Zinka x Killua Work Count: 2763

Chapter 1

*KNOCK*KNOCK*

Looking at the door where a knock came from, I saw a little old man staring at me. It was Centrim and he was holding a letter that he already opened that probably had my name written all over it. He was always like this, too eager to know what was going on in my social life. “Are you ready?” 

I raised an eyebrow, “Ready? Shouldn’t you give me that letter first?” 

He chuckled, “Not until we duel.” 

I sighed, “Come on, Centrim. Just give it to me.” I got up and leaped towards him. “Too slow!” He remarked. 

I rolled my eyes, “You’re just like Netero.” 

He gasped, “We do not speak of the dead, Zinka!” 

I gave him a quisling face as I chased after him, “What do you mean I can’t speak of the dead!? Isn’t the phrase ‘speak ill’?” 

He slowed down and thought. “You’re right Zinka,” and just like that, I snatched the letter out of his hands. 

“You may be old, witty, and extremely strong, but I can still outsmart ya. Or at least you can outsmart yourself…” I look at my already opened letter and see a seal from the Hunters Association, “What could this be about,” I mumbled loud enough for Centrim, so he could be bothered that I’m taking so long. 

“Oh, come on. Read it.” I smirked as I leisurely opened the letter. The man huffed, then put on a voice, “The Hunters Association is inviting you to the Hunters Reunion!” He performed with jazz hands. I chuckled, and I only believed him fully when I opened the letter and read the truth. 

“You seriously need to stop reading my mail,” I announced mid-laugh. “Might find something you didn’t want to see,” I grinned mischievously. 

The little old man rolled his eyes, “You should go to the party, Zinka.” 

I sighed, “I don’t know Centrim… I have to continue training.”

“Zinka, you’re always training.” 

I huffed, “Weren’t you the one to shove it down my throat?” 

The old man walked towards me, he pulled me down gently to come to his level, “I’m sorry Zinka. I realize now how much of your childhood we have taken away from you. I will be eternally sorry. So please, go to this party. Fill that inner child in you with joy.” He smiled softly. 

“Y’know what?!” He blurted out of nowhere. “No more missions, no more quests, no more forcing you to do stuff until you wish so. I don’t want you to come back for 6 months when you leave for this party. If you feel as though this is your destiny, then come back, but I want you to take control of it. I want you to have fun, and live your life the way you want. Make friends. Find someone to love.”

He caressed my cheek and continued, “Training is ingrained in you. That may be good or bad, but you know what you have inside of you. You cannot let it overpower you, take a hold of you, and manipulate you. You understand its history, so you cannot be persuaded.” He took my hand in his and patted it, “Don’t be afraid to visit after the 6 months.” He looked up at me, his eyes watery. 

“Centrim, you’re kidding, right? Saying all this stuff? It’s all a joke, right?" I backtracked, “You’ve got to be joking right?” 

He sighed, “No, Zinka, I’m serious. You’re almost 19 and we have to let you go.” We both started to cry softly as we tightly hugged each other. 

I was in disbelief, I never thought there would be a day that I’d be gone for such a long time from the monastery. Even then, live my life in the real world. As I hug his bridle body, I’m a little scared and saddened by the fact I can’t see him anymore. But maybe this is the road I have to take to become stronger than Kin. 

Being back in my room, it was silent, a silence that kills. A silence that brought me to tears again. I grabbed my pouch with an endless void and filled it with the things I needed. I grabbed my backpack and placed necessary items that needed to be easily accessible in it. I took a good look at my now somewhat empty room and sighed, “I’ll miss you.” Leaving my room, Centrim was waiting for me and gave me a big hug immediately. “I’m going to tell the others goodbye-” Centrim gave me a look, “What? Is there something wrong?” 

“You can’t say goodbye, I’m sorry.” 

I raised an eyebrow, my expression puzzled, “Why? I need to say goodbye, it’s the right thing to do.” 

“Zinka, look. I know them a lot better than you do and I know they will not let you leave. This is all my doing. So please, go now before they know.”

“But, Centrim,” I stared at him, his stern expression not staggering. It was no match to my sorrowful frown and downturned eyebrows. “Goodbye, Centrim,” I sighed as I walked past him. I leaped onto one of the many walls that separate the monastery from the outside world. I looked back at the beautiful architecture one last time. 

Deep down, I knew what Centrim said was right. I made sure to conceal my Nen as best as possible and left a decoy Nen remnant, like a prisoner leaving pillows under a sheet on a bed to make the guards think they were still there. It was the best thing to do, so they wouldn’t know I had gone.

Walking through the dense forest, it would only take me less than thirty minutes to reach the small town that inhabited our little island. Thirty minutes after that, I’d reach the dock, the only mode of transportation to the mainland. Fortunately, Centrim had me leave right before the last ship departed. Purchasing a ticket, I got on and found myself a room. 

. . .

“30 minutes till landing at the southern border of the Republic of Padokea,” the captain announced which woke me up from my slumber. I rubbed my eyes to see it was dark outside, the sun barely peeking out. I huffed and checked my watch, it was 5 AM. I grabbed my things and found my way to the top deck of the ship and took a seat. It has been a long time since I’ve been on this small ship. 

“Everybody, please watch your step when getting off Ms. Lassy. Safe travels!” I thanked the captain before getting off. 

Walking towards the city, I phoned one of my closest friends, Tanyee. “Hello? Who’s this?” Tanyee asked. As we talked, I walked into a dark alley where no one could see me.

“It’s me Tanyee, Zinka.”

“NOOo fucking way! Are you in the city? I mean, you have to be, that’s the only way you’d be able to call. But also, what the fuck, girl. It’s 5 in the morning…”

“Sorry about that. It’s a long story. I can tell you if you can do me a simple favor.”

“Just say the word, my love.”

“Kytio.”

“Oityk.”

In an instant, I was teleported to Tanyee’s whereabouts. This was possible due to a Nen ability she infused into the specific phone I called her on. Blinking rapidly, my vision becomes clear until I’m engulfed in a bear hug. “I haven’t seen you in so long! I’ve missed you so much,” she wailed. 

“I know. Y’know how the monks are with training.” 

She exaggeratedly wiped her face as she pulled away from our hug, “I know, it's sooo annoooyiiinng. But, why are you here now? Did you get another mission? If you have time before that though, you need to have another match to maintain your spot here.”

“Here?” I questioned then looked around the room we were in. We were in Heaven’s Arena, specifically in Tanyee’s room. “Fuck….” 

“Fuck indeed,” she giggled. I rubbed my face as I sat on her bed. “To answer your question. I’m sort of not on a mission. Kinda am?” 

“Bro, what?” 

My voice lowered, and my eyes maintained contact with the floor. “I… Got kicked out.” My lips moved to the side as my eyes started to water. Tanyee got concerned and quickly sat us down, her hand instantly going to my back. “Centrim said I can’t come back for 6 months. And after a month, I didn’t have to come back. He told me to live my life. Find my own destiny. All that bullshit. Like what the fuck am I even supposed to do?”

My head went in my hand, “Like I know this is what you’ve always wanted for me. I kinda did too. But, the monks are all I know. I can’t believe he just threw me away like that. No gentleness. Like, no curfew. Maybe start with a month or a week. Something easy! Like, I can’t control it. I haven’t mastered it. Shit, shit, shit.” I slapped my face a few times.

“Zee, please,” Tanyee held my hands, stopping me from slapping myself. I looked at her, my cheeks were probably red. “It’s going to be okay,” she said. “I know you and you can handle so much. You’re like my fucking diamond.” I smiled a little. “Remember when we were 11 and we were doing the Hunters Exam?” I nodded softly. “I was like your little dog on a leash. I followed you everywhere. You were so badass and you were the same age as me. You were so strong, nothing stood in your way. Don’t let this bother you too much.” She grabbed my hand and placed it in hers, “Think of it like this… You’re going to have a lot more fun in your life starting today.” She gushed with the widest sadistic smirk I’ve ever seen written all over her face. 

I smiled wide at her, “The first main event is the Hunter’s Reunion, isn’t it?” She looked at me and bit her tongue, “You fucking know it!”

. . .

“Tee, come on. It should not take you this long to get ready!” I shouted as I stood checking my clock. “We’re going to be late!” 

I heard the girl sigh, “Zee, just give me 2 fucking minutes. I need to put some lashes on and do a wing, but I have to make sure this wing is snatched! TWO MINUTES!” 

I stormed into the bathroom and grabbed the eyeliner out of her hand, “Stay still,” I ordered. I did her wing. “Hurry up,” I repeated as I walked out of the bathroom. “Holy shit, she did it perfectly, in one swoop-” Tanyee muttered. 

She came out three minutes later with lashes on, “Ready?” 

“Ready.” 

We left the arena with ease and walked through the city towards the location the letter gave us. Fortunately, it wasn’t too far from the Arena. “Aren’t you glad they didn’t make us go through a maze to find the address like the exam?” We both chuckled at the thought. 

I checked my watch as we arrived at the very tall modern skyscraper. “Perfect, 30 minutes late, just how we like it,” I high-fived Tee. 

“I don’t think I said, but the fit is giving,” Tanyee mentioned as she covered her mouth with her hand. 

“Girl, how about you? Wearing a sexy ass dress like who are you trying to pick up? It better be me! I’m just going for a girl boss moment today with a nice top and suit pants, but who are you trying to seduce today?” 

“Staaawwwp,” she covered her face, “You’re going to make us so late.” We both laughed as we entered the building. 

We followed the signs that told us to go to the top floor. Waiting in the elevator, the doors open and we’re greeted by a large banquet hall with people around. Tanyee and I make eye contact, we’re impressed. We walked in, our heels clacking on the marble floors. “Please take a tag, badge, and marker please!” We looked down to see- “BEANS!!!” We both screeched as we hugged the green guy. “Oh my God, how I’ve missed you so much,” I emitted as I hugged him tightly. “Miss you too, girls. How has life been serving you?” 

“I’ve been alright.” 

“I’ve been good too. Happy Zee is staying with me for a while.” 

“How fun!” Beans smiled. 

“What do we write on the tag, by the way,” I asked. 

“The year you completed the Hunter exam.” 

“Ah, okay. Thank you. See you around Beans,” I waved as we went to complete what he told us to do. I wrote my year on the tag and put it on my shirt as well as writing my number on the badge. “Number 69 at your service!” We both bursted into laughter as I said that. 

“They were so wrong for giving you that number,” Tee giggled. “Yours is no better Tee…” Her expression changed to a shut-up one and we both laughed again, walking away from the table with the goods.

We found our way to the bar to get some drinks. “Hey Tee, I’m gonna stay here. If you want to go mingle, be my guest.” She grabbed her drink from the table and nodded. “Alrighty. If you need me, just look for my bright pink locks,” she giggled and pointed to her skin, “also, y’know. You’ll spot me.” 

I rolled my eyes and pointed to my skin, “You’ll be able to find me too.” I pointed to my hair, “Find the big puff.” She chuckled and went on her merry way.

I took a few shots, wanting to forget a bit about what happened the day prior. It didn’t take long; however, for my silence to turn into talking. 

“Excuse me,” a man uttered, “You’re extremely gorgeous.” I looked at the man before me, he had spiky black hair, wore tiny glasses, and was wearing a tux. He looked to be in his early 30s. 

“Why, thank you,” I said as I took a sip of my drink. 

“Well, my friend over here thinks you’re really cute,” he points to a head of white hair, its body hunched over the bar. I raised an eyebrow, kind of confused. His confident expression changed when he saw mine, so he turned around. He hissed, saying something to the person. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but they were having a little argument. 

“Stop,” I finally heard, “Leave the girl alone and leave me alone.” 

The man huffed and rolled his eyes, “Sorry about my friend here, he just doesn't know how to act when there's a beautiful girl in front of him.” He looked back at his friend, nudged him, then to me, and whispered, “If you don’t mind, could you talk with him? You’re gorgeous, he’s a good-looking young man. You two could get along. I really need to get myself some ladies and I can’t keep babysitting him. Sounds cool?” He said as he stood up, both of his thumbs pointing to the ceiling, as he walked away without an answer. 

“What a guy,” I mumbled. I sat on the stool closest to the white-haired man. He seemed to ignore my presence. “Your friend left,” there was some silence. “What’s your name?” Still silent. “Mine is Zinka.” More silence. I interjected with a sigh and took a swig of my drink, “I see that you’ve drunk a bit. If you need someone to talk to, I can be that person.” Even more silence. “Well, since you won’t talk, I’ll vent… I feel at a loss… I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I’ve been pushed out of my home and forced to live my destiny which I have no idea what that is. All that means to me is that I have a lot of free time to figure out the unknown…”

The man turned to me and I could finally get a good look at him. His front hair was much shorter than the back. His eyes were a cold and savory blue. He was handsome, I couldn’t ignore that fact. He looked sad; however, his eyelids were drooping and the whites of his eyes were pink. He might have been crying. He held a drink in his hand, his nails painted black, but they were chipping. “My name is Killua. Killua Zoldack. You don’t have to entertain me just because Leorio left.” He rolled his eyes and hissed.

[cultherent]

An Accidental Email [Ch.3]

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

TW: a little bit of smut, alcohol

Chapter 3

Thursday:

“Y/N, today I need the finalized video of the commercial. It needs to be uploaded tomorrow morning. If you two need to stay after work, file the correct paperwork for overtime.” You nodded at your boss with determination. “Please send me your final draft. I’ll leave edits, then after you revise, that should be all.” You left your boss’s room, making a B-line to Katsuki.

“Okay, I just met with Aizawa. He said when we have our final draft to send it over to him.” 

“Alright. I’m almost done with the editing. I’ll send my part over for you to stitch it together.”

“Perfect.”

“The commercial is looking good, so I don’t think we have anything to worry about.”

. . .

“Fuck me,” you groaned, your head in your hands. You had only one strand left of living. Your boss had so many revisions, it crushed both of your spirits. So much to the point that you basically had to refilm a whole new commercial. It was around 7 at night, your job had ended several hours ago and everyone was gone. 

Hearing a bang from the desk beside you, you saw how irritated Bakugo was. With a reassuring glance, “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. We’ll get this done.” He glared at you, not saying a word but instead clicking furiously with his mouse. You chuckled which caused him to stop and look at you again. 

“Let’s take a break.”

With his lips scrunched to the side, “That’s probably a good idea.”

You guys ordered some fast food for pick up then went to put on your coats. “You dropped your scarf,” Bakugo stated, staring at the floor. 

“Thank you for the informative comment. Are you gonna pick it up?” His nose flared and he just stared at you. “You’re literally closer to it,” the corner of your lips extended as far as they could go. “Seriously?” Bakugo grinned and started to turn around. “Bakugo, hand me my scarf.”

“No.”

“I said hand it to me.”

“I have better things to do like pick up my food.”

“My?” In an instant, you picked up your scarf and wrapped it around his body, pulling him into you. His back laid on your chest and your lips met his ear, “So, you're just being outright rude, huh?” Bakugo’s breath hitched when he realized the predicament he was in. “Y’know what happens when you aren’t nice to me, you’re punished.”

“You wouldn’t,” Katsuki challenged as he turned his head to face you.

Your hand curled around him and you placed your hand on his neck. “I wouldn’t?” You whispered. You quickly tied his wrists together with your scarf before pushing him onto the ground, he sat at your feet. He looked up at you, a mixture of irritation and lust flowed around his irises. 

You bit down on your lip, he looked hot sitting below you. You bent down slightly and grabbed his hair at the base of his scalp. Yanking it slightly, he let out a moan. Smirking to the sound, you stood straight and slipped your shoe off. You pressed on Bakugo’s cock, a little surprised he was already hard.

You chuckled, “Really?” You grabbed onto him, causing him to fold over a bit. Moving his coat off, you flicked his nipples with your toes; he shivered. You caressed any part of his body that made him react. “No way, you’re extremely sensitive.”

Bakugo groaned, not really wanting you to know about that. You unzipped his pants, revealing an aggressive tent in his boxer briefs. Your foot lazily caressed his clothed cock. You took this time to take your chair and sit down, grinning at the comfort of the cushion. You fastened your pace and it seemed like he was getting to a point of climax. “Are you going to cum already?” You grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to you as he spat out nasty profanities from your stopping motions. 

“Just keep fucking going, cunt.” 

“Sorry, forgot who was taking orders,” you crouched down, pumping him with your hands. Feeling how fast you were going, he was going to bust in under a minute. You watched as his legs clenched and his eyes rolled back, but you stopped and placed your finger over his hole. He yanked himself from almost falling back and stared in disbelief. “This is a punishment, what did you think was gonna happen? And the fact you still bad-mouthed me. You should know who you’re speaking to.”

Walking behind him and picking up his coat, you throw it onto his head. “Let’s go, the food is almost ready.” Bakugo choked back words as he looked at you. “Now, I would've said the food is cold, but you were about to cum in 3 minutes.” You smirked, knowing you were able to take a jab at him. Walking closer to the door, “Chop, chop. I’m hungry and we have work to do.”

. . .

Friday:

“Did you hear about the company party going on tonight?” You looked up from your monitor, Todoroki beaming. You raised an eyebrow causing him to continue. “Aizawa has paid for us to go to a bar not too far from here as a reward for our hard work.”

You nodded with a smile, “So he’s paying for the drinks?” With a nod, your smile turned into a devilish grin which caused a confused look on Shoto. 

“Also, what did Aizawa say about the video?”

With a sigh, “After redoing it, he liked it.”

“Don’t tell me you guys were here all night.” You nodded in defeat. “Well, this night goes out to you and Katsuki.”

. . .

“MORE SHOTS!!!” One of your coworkers screamed as others drank their drinks in one sip. You chuckled as you danced, the background music making you sway. Before coming to the bar, you went home to change, and you wore a tight-fitting dress that showed off your best assets. You did your hair and makeup and took photos outside with the other ladies you worked with.

“Let’s fucking send it!” Katsuki downed a purple vodka shot, his head shaking from the burning of his throat. He wore a loose button-up, his cardigan discarded beside him. He glanced at you, smirking.

You rolled your eyes, your attention focusing on Shoto who approached you. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel amazing, honestly. I needed this after last night.”

“I’m glad,” he smiled. “I didn’t say, but you look lovely today.”

Your cheeks heated, “Thank you, Shoto. You look great as well. I love the design on your shirt.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey Y/N, come here,” Bakugo stared at you, his eyelids heavy, he looked tipsy. 

“In a minute, I’m talking with Todoroki.” He glared at you and sat on the barstool right next to you. He pouted to himself, sighing loud enough that you could hear him over the music as you tried your best to continue your conversation. “Give me a second,” your eyes apologized and your coworker understood. “What is it?”

Katsuki looked at you and grinned, walking away from you to do God knows what. Your eyebrows scrunched, your palms flipping to the air to your confusion. As you turned around, Shoto was gone, talking to someone else. You groaned as you sat alone at the bar.

. . .

“Woah there, I think you’ve had too much to drink,” a male coworker held Bakugo up by his shoulders. Bakugo slurred his words as he held a cup in his hand. Frowning, you walked over, changing his alcoholic drink for water. Sitting him down, you grabbed a water as well, “I bet you can’t chug this concoction.”

His eyebrow raised, “You’re going down.” He drank the whole cup, cheering to himself that he won. You chuckled to yourself as you motioned him to get up. When he did, his knees gave way. You held him up with all your might, not wanting him to fall. “I’m gonna take him home!” You told your coworkers.

“Do you need help, he’s pretty heavy.”

“No, don’t worry. I got him.” You were pretty strong, you had to be. Sometimes you have to carry heavy equipment around for work, you can’t just simply say you can’t do it. “I’ll order a taxi.” Bakugo stood on his own, but he rested his head on your shoulder. “Can you give me your address Katsu?”

“I like when you call me that,” he nuzzled further into your shoulder, his smile forming from ear to ear. “It’s way better than Cocksuki. That one is mean. But, I do like it sometimes…” You felt something press against your side, and your eyes immediately darted to him as he started moving it against you.

Moving him off you softly, “Bakugo, address.”

“Can we go to yours?”

“No, give me your address, that’s an order.” He stayed silent, pretending he was asleep. “You’re lucky you're drunk.” You put in your address on your phone, the taxi came shortly.

Verifying it was your taxi beforehand, you helped Bakugo in then you went in yourself. You listened to the sound of the car driving as Katsuki’s head fell softly onto your shoulder. You looked over to see his eyes shut, his chest moving up and down. He snored quietly. 

“Right here is perfect. Come on Bakugo, we’re here.” You helped him into your apartment and plopped him onto your couch. “Wait right here.” You went to grab him some blankets and pillows, but when you arrived you found him on the floor. Placing the things on the couch, you moved towards him, “Are you alright?”

Katsuki crawled to your leg and looked up at you, his eyes bright and puppy-like. His cheek pressed against the side of your calf, “I want to be yours. Do whatever you want to me.”

“Bakugo-” you blurted, shocked by his words. You thought to yourself that he was only like this because he was drunk, so you motioned for him to get on the couch. He clung onto your leg, not letting up. “Katsu, you're drunk. You're not talking right, you need to rest.” His head went between your dress as he kissed your thigh, “Hey!”

“Call me that again, I love it,” he purred, his hands slowly moving up your legs. Pulling back, Katsuki fell onto his hands. 

He looked up once more, “I could be your pet.” Your mind raced, you were extremely overwhelmed by everything going on. He crawled over to you on all fours, “Let me please you. Let me serve you.” Your hands covered your eyes, you couldn’t take any of this anymore. 

It wasn’t right to do anything he said without his consent. Funny how you thought this, look at your situationship. You’re blackmailing him into sexual punishments which were for your own satisfaction, yet this was your line breaker. 

“I’m sorry, Bakugo. I can’t do this. You’re drunk.” The man pouted as he sat up on his legs. 

“I’m not even drunk, just a bit tipsy.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t. Have a good night, Katsu.”

[cultherent]

An Accidental Email [Ch.2]

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Chapter 2

Tuesday:

“Good morning, Y/N. You seem pretty happy today. What’s going on with you?”

“I just feel like today is going to be a good day, Shoto.” You beamed, your smile lingering. You went back to typing away on your laptop, answering the emails you didn’t answer the night before. You only looked up again when you saw Bakugo entering. You watched as he put his bag down on the floor and then sat down roughly beside you. You giggled as you turned to face him. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Your face,” you antagonized, trying to get a reaction. His eyebrows furrowed like always and he ignored you. You giggled some more and went back to work.

After a bit of time, you found yourself recording again with Bakugo; only you and him in the room. “So, Cocksuki,” you began as you looked up behind the camera that faced the scene you had to re-record. He grumbled at that nickname, but still gazed into your eyes. “I have a proposition. How about you start being nice to me.”

The man chuckled, “Never, dipshit.”

“Really? Never?” You walked over to him, not in a manner of urgency. You stood inches away from him so that he could feel your breath on him. He didn’t back away from you, but he stared at you in confusion. “I think you’ll have to be,” your hand placing itself softly on his bicep. The sudden touch caused him to clench. 

“Listen up Bakugo, I have something on you. You see this?” You raised your phone up, the video playing on high volume. That man’s cheeks reddened as he reached for your phone immediately, his moans filling the once-quiet room. Moving it away, you paused it and turned your phone off. “You accidentally sent this to me last night.” You giggled to yourself, Bakugo’s gaze never leaving yours. “You have to be nicer to me, got it? I’m tired of dealing with your rude ass.”

Bakugo’s hands rubbed his head, he was internally beating himself up for having sent that by accident. “Shit,” he mumbled.

“I won’t release this video of you being a subby whore, if you just are a little nicer to me,” you smiled.

With a sigh, Bakugo nodded his head. Your smile remained as you walked back to the camera. Waiting for the queue to start recording, you watched as Bakugo’s silent form moved to fix the soda that was too far in the original clip.

“So,” you began, making the room less silent. “What got you into being a sub?” Coughing, Katsuki didn’t look up, he continued to perfect the scene. 

“If I don’t answer, will you release the video?” 

You sighed, “No. I’m just curious. When I got the video, I was surprised you were into that stuff. Like THE Katsuki into having a dildo in his ass begging for his mistress to ‘put it in deeper’,” you started to laugh. Bakugo walked over to you, his stature staggering over yours.

“Enough,” he demanded; but you only stepped closer to him, your bodies touching, your chest puffed higher than his. “Or what? I don’t think you have any authority here.” His head twitched faintly, he knew that you had all the power over him. He sighed and stepped back, you smirked.

With your arms folded under your breast, you felt powerful. “Now, let's continue filming.” The room went quiet as he walked back into place. “Say, ‘yes Y/N’,” you demanded. 

“Yes, Y/N,” he reluctantly let out.

. . .

You were home, laughing to yourself about the day you had with Bakugo. No bickering, no arguing. It was extremely peaceful. Deep down inside, you were having an extremely fun time. 

That being said… You had a kinky side to you, a dominant side that you never told your friends about, except one. 

*KNOCK*KNOCK*

“Yay, Mina’s here,” you cheered as you ran to the door. Opening it, you were engulfed in a hug.

“Y/N, oh how I’ve missed you! How are you?” You closed the door behind your dearest friend and walked over to your kitchen island. 

“I’m doing really well actually.”

Mina raised an eyebrow, “I haven’t seen you like this in a while. Catch me up!”

Giggling to yourself, “Y’know that work guy I’m always fuming about?”

“Yeah, shithead.”

“I found out something about him…”

“Like what?”

“He’s a sub.”

Mina’s eyes widened, “How do y’know that?”

“He accidentally sent me an email with a video of him getting domed.” Your friend’s jaw fell, her head leaning forward. 

“No, fucking, way.” You nodded to her disbelief. “What are you doing about it?”

“Blackmailing him to be nice to me,” you chuckled nervously.

“Bruh, no way,” she started to laugh. “Is that all you're gonna do? Leaving it to that?” You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, come on. Don’t play dumb. I know how sadistic you are. This is just fuel to the fire. You have to be planning something...”

“Come on, Mina. Give me some credit here. He’s such an asshole when we’re at work. I’m just leaving it to that. He’s a colleague and that’s all.”

“So we’re just not going to talk about the drunken sexts you’ve both sent each other before. Drunk words are sober thoughts, y’know.” You probably shouldn't have admitted that to her.

“That was a ONE TIME thing, I told you this.”

“Sure, sure,” she reassured sarcastically. 

. . .

Mina had left. She was the only person closest to you that knew about your dominant side. She’d experienced it firsthand when you attended your first sex party a few years ago. You guys grew close and had a lot of playtime with other people together. Walking into your room, she sent you an invitation to an event that was going on over the weekend. 

Closing your phone and making your way to your bedroom, you could only think about what she said. She knew you too well, you wanted more. You couldn’t just see Bakugo like that and not experience it. You always found the blond attractive, especially the first day meeting him at your shared job. The attitude was just the thing that pushed you away from that. There were moments, however, you wanted to dom him so hard that his attitude was knocked right out of him. You kept that to yourself though. Sighing to yourself, you left these unresolved plans to be dealt with another day. 

. . .

Wednesday:

“Hey Y/N, what’s been up with you and Katsuki?” Todorki asked as he sipped his coffee beside you during lunch.

“What do you mean?”

“You guys have been so cordial to each other. It’s odd.”

“I don’t know, maybe he’s been waking up on the right side of the bed the past few days.”

The split-haired man nodded, taking a bite of his sandwich, “Y’know I’m always here to look out for you.” 

“Thank you, Shoto. But, you don’t have to worry.” Todoroki was always sweet to you, he was a kind soul. He was always silent and you wondered if he was introverted when you first met him, but he was just reserved. “Were you able to review our video?”

“Yeah. I left some comments on it and a few ways to revise it, but overall. You both did well like you always do.” You grinned as you took a bite out of your brunch. 

After finishing up, you walked over to Katsuki who was eating at his desk. “Katsuki, I need to speak to you privately about the video,” you emitted as you stood over his desk.

“Don’t you see I’m eating bird bra-” you flicked the side of his head. “Ouch!” He rubbed the skin where you flicked him. 

You looked around to see if there was anyone in the office. There was no one nearby, so you lowered yourself to his ear, “Did you forget the rules to this?”

He furrowed his brows, “We haven’t established proper rules actually.”

Your head curved to link your eyes, “You already know you have to be nice to me.”

“What if that was me being nice?”

Tired of his bratty attitude, you check one more time, still no one around, so you grabbed him by the ear and dragged him into the empty studio you were previously recording in. Once the door was locked, you sat him on the floor. “Y/N, what the fuck!?”

“I’ll teach you the rules right now,” you placed your finger underneath his chin, moving his head up to look at you. “You have to be nice to me. No cursing, no calling me names. I’m Y/N to you.” His nose scrunched as he looked away from you. You turned his head, forcing eye contact.

“Y’know what…” Bakugo looked at you, wondering what you were going to say next. “If you misbehave, I’ll punish you.” 

For a moment, Bakugo felt the tip of his dick twitch. The sound of you punishing him only brought him excitement, but he wouldn't show it. Yes, he was being blackmailed at the very moment, but he knew you. You both have been working in the same company for a few years. Even though you both presumably hate each other, there was trust to be had. It’s not like he was being blackmailed by a stranger, it was you, a frenemy.

Losing himself to his thoughts: he imagined himself rubbing his cheek along your shin, looking up at you with his pouting gaze. That thought left his mind when you snapped your finger in his face. 

“Yes Y/N. I’m sorry,” he blurted. 

You flushed internally at what he said, but you only then walked out of the room. 

. . .

The day soon came to an end, so you went home. As you lay in your bed, you thought about what you said. You hadn’t planned it at all, but the whole punishing thing was something you truly wanted to explore. As you drifted off to sleep, you hoped that tomorrow he’d give you something to punish him for. 

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Inspired by Caught in the Act Pt. 2

You should go read 😉

Word Count: 1815 TW: Anal, Overstimulation, Nipple Play, Female Domination, Tentacles “I want to hear you cry Katsuki,” you smirked sadisti

[cultherent]

An Accidental Email [Ch.1]

Description:

An AU where you and Bakugo work together at a film/media company. You both always butt heads and Bakugo is usually the one who starts with. Getting home from work, you check your phone that was on 'do not disturb' to find a whole bunch of emails from Bakugo. He stayed behind at work to get close to completing the video and was keeping you up to date. Looking through the emails, you checked the emails briefly to find something out of place. You found an accidental email with a video of Bakugo getting dominated by a dominatrix. With this intel, you had a plan to make Bakugo act nicer towards you.

Pairing: sub!Bakugou Katsuki x femdom!reader.

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Chapter 1:

Monday:

“Tell me how badly you want me inside you, Katsuki. Tell me how much you want me.”

“Please, Y/N, please fuck me. I want you so bad. I want you inside me.” As those words exited his lips, you pressed yourself inside of him, your strap pressing on his prostate. He clenched your bedsheet as he yelped, “Fuck, Y/N. Just like that.”

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*BEEP*BEEP*

Rustling out of bed, you groaned, “Do I really have to go to work today.” With that thought lingering in your mind, you checked your phone to see the agenda of today. “Fuck me…” You had work with Bakugo Katsuki all day today. You guys were somewhat of enemies when it came to your relationships. At some points, you were able to share a laugh with him, but that wouldn’t be before 3 arguments or side eyes. 

Walking to your kitchen, you started to make some tea for yourself. You liked tea more than caffeine, you used to have an addiction before. With a proper rest, you found out you were fine without it.

You walked to the bathroom and started to do your morning routine, before going back to the kitchen to have some breakfast. Eating some waffles, you took sips of your honey tea. Waltzing back to your bedroom, you threw on your uniform, grabbed your bag, and left your apartment. Of course, locking it before walking away. 

The ride over was fast and you arrived 10 minutes before work started. Sitting at your desk and turning on your computer, you looked at the more in-depth agenda for today. You and Bakugo were working together to film some commercials and then edit it. You rolled your eyes and sighed as you plugged in your laptop to the monitor in front of you.

“Y/N, you’re here early,” you heard a familiar voice exclaim. Looking in their direction, it was Todoroki. “Oh, hey. The bus was running a lot smoother today. How about you?”

“I was able to maneuver around the traffic,” he sat at the empty desk beside you. “How are you feeling?”

You scrunch your nose, showing your displeasure. Todoroki raised an eyebrow. “I’m working with Katsuki all day.”

“Ahh,” Todo exhaled, patting you on the shoulder. “You’ll get through it, I promise.” You both smiled and he sat at the desk in front of you. 

Everyone started flowing into the office and you watched as Bakugo sat grumpily right beside you. You glanced at him, your face still facing his monitor. His brows were furrowed, his posture already hunched over, this was going to be a long day…

.   .   .

“You’re not doing this right, bird brain. It’s not that fuckin’ hard,” Bakugo’s fingers pinched the skin between his eyes. You huffed, “I’ve told you countless times to not call me bird brain, shithead.” You rolled your eyes and continued fixing the scene you had to film. “More to the left,” he ordered. Staring at him, he stood behind the camera. Taking a breath in and out, you moved the object as he told you. This continued two more times and on the third, you threw the item to the left. 

“Left enough?” You smiled, somewhat sadistically and walked towards him. “How about you fix it.” You rolled your eyes for the thousandth time today and made him move to fix the scene. 

“You’re so annoying,” he grumbled, picking the item up from the floor and placing it exactly where he wanted it. 

“You just don’t know how to communicate. You literally can’t work with anyone and I’m always the one to deal with you.”

“I’m good to work with. It’s just you. You’re always the problem.”

“Me? Really?” You chuckled as you pressed record, “You’re a piece of shit. I work amazingly with anyone else if it’s not you.”

The scene played out accordingly, the both of your faces side by side as you watched from the little camera screen. “It looks perfect,” you smiled. “You may be an asshole, but we produce the best work.”

“Whatever, it could be better.”

“Yeah, the soda is placed a little too far. Want to do it again or start editing some of it?”

“Let’s just start editing. I’m super exhausted since I had to do your job.” Right when it was good, no conflict to be had, he had to start something. 

“You were the one that messed up the soda-” The blond walked away, not hearing any of your rebuttal. “What’s the point of walking away when you sit RIGHT NEXT to me!?”

.   .   .

It was 20 minutes after work ended. You and Bakugo were furiously editing the videos, trying your best to get home as early as you could. After a half an hour, you completed the rest of your work leaving Bakugo to finish it all alone. Sticking your tongue out, you stuck up your middle finger, teasing him before you left. His eyes narrowed, steam exhaling from his nose. You won today.

As you laid in your bed, you scrolled through movie options you’d like to watch. Not finding anything in particular, you opened your phone to look up something to watch. Before you could, you saw all the emails that bombarded your notification wall. You would always put your phone on ‘do not disturb’ after getting out of work, since you're not getting paid, you’ll answer them when you are, tomorrow morning.

You checked what the emails were about, Bakugo sent you dozens of files. He would do this all the time, split up things so you had to put them back together. You checked to see if you received everything, but the last email you got made your eyes widen.

“What the fuck is this!?” You gasped as you opened a file that was supposed to be a video of the small commercial you were filming. Instead, it was of Bakugo being tied up and dommed by a dominatrix in a latex dress. Your hand instantly went to your mouth. You were more than gobsmacked to see your work enemy being put in a predicament like this.

Staring at this video for more than a minute, your curiosity started to jog laps around your mind. You played the video over again, analyzing every second of it. You listened to Bakugo whine as he begged the woman to put her strap in him. You watched as she tied him up, Shibari, and the marks left behind when she took it off of him.

Never in a million years would you think Bakugo was submissive. He seemed so headstrong, so dominant, always wanting his way at work. For a second, you understood, he probably wanted to relinquish control. The job you guys had is very demanding. 

An idea lit up in your mind. Because you were fed up with his attitude, you’d use this against him. You’d blackmail him into being nice to you. Pacing around the room, you consciously couldn’t help but question if this was right. Maybe you should just forget about it existing or let him know, but be respectful. However, there were some parts of you that thought this would be fun and you were getting tired by the way he was treating you. 

You decided to stick with your devious plan and tell him tomorrow, you were so ready for where this would lead.

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I'll be coming back soon!

Hey, so I've been a bit busy with school and stuff, but I've been itching to come here and write/draw some stuff. I'm gonna start drawing that fanart of my fanfic of sub-Bakugo!

I've been also itching to write some old fanfics I've never completed. Bare with me, though. I always struggle to finish stuff and I hate it more than anyone else in the world 😭 But, I'm gonna try for ya and for myself.

Love ya and have an amazing day <3 :)