#kala : writes

[kalablueandevergreen]

Hiashi vs Gai

Sorry, but I need to put my two cents in here.

Honestly, I think that in any universe, Hiashi is at -least- 15 % jealous of Gai.

This man came from a line of emotionally stunted classists. I can imagine that he didn't have much to do with Neji until after the chuunin exam wherein his nephew aired their family's dirty laundry. I find it hard to believe that his guilt and station didn't drive a huge wedge between him trying to cultivate a relationship with Neji.

Then he realises, well shit, I fucked up and my nephew hates me. He does try to at least somewhat set things right (in the few ways this man born from generational trauma can think of). He also knows that he's ruined his relationships with his daughters, too. He's starting to understand that the way he was raised, and the way his kids were raised, was at least a little bit wrong.

So, where does he go from here? Neji is the easiest to fix because he is everything Hiashi wanted in an heir; the strong, stoic, genius. He helps him cultivate those attributes and then sits back and pats himself on the back because 'hey, look, I'm doing a thing! Look how great my nephew is!'.

Enter Maito Gai.

You cannot tell me that Hiashi's pride does not take a significant hit the first time he sees Gai and Neji interact. Gai is the most insightful and caring person in all of Naruto. He has a bond with his kids that is hard to replicate because he does what a lot of the other sensei's won't do; he shows physical affection and teaches with positive reinforcement. Under his tutelage, all three of his students flourish spectacularly. Whereas Team Eight and Ten got stagnant and hit their ceilings at a certain point when it came to their sensei's training, Team Gai far surpassed everyone's expectations of them.

Now, I'm not saying that the other teams didn't get stronger, but a lot of that is attributed to getting older/ finding new people to help them train. Kakashi's whole team fucked off to do this.

Meanwhile, Gai's team only got closer. They all have physical fighting styles, they are the fastest team in all of Konoha (this is said a few times, no I'm not gonna run around pulling up receipts, just google it), and they develop strategies and attacks that use all three of their strengths and weaknesses. Their motto is literally 'stronger than yesterday'.

Gai excels in everything that Hiashi lacks. His kids can come to him rain or shine and everyone knows he is literally their adoptive dad at this point. Hiashi has not only decades of awkwardness to work through, but generations of classism that will always keep him and his nephew apart until he fixes things. Sure, he makes him the 'lead strategist' in the war, but he had years to abolish the branch family seal after Neji surpassed Hinata, and he didn't.

This is not even starting in on the fact that Maito Gai is literally the strongest person in the whole series. Who better than him to teach these kids? He may use taijutsu primarily, but he also taught Tenten how to seal, create seals, master weaponry, and hone her other attributes to make her well-rounded. He can fight the sharingan blow for blow because of Kakashi, plus he's mastered the gates so he has an expert's knowledge on chakra pathways, kinesiology, and dealing with a genius. Everyone thinks that he was hand picked for Lee. Nah, fam, he's the only one who could handle -any- of his kids. None of them would have flourished under other senseis. In fact, I'd say that any of the kids would have done better under Gai, but not vice versa.

I just have a lot of feelings about Hiashi resenting/admiring Gai and the way he handles his kids. Neji 'touch-starved' Hyuuga has had more hugs, praises, tough love, and heartfelt conversations in one year training under Gai than he probably had with his whole family in his entire lifetime. Yes, Neji had to get bitch slapped by Naruto to get the point driven home, because he was a little snot when he was thirteen, but I bet you, hands down, he would have gotten there anyways with Gai as his sensei. Yes, he thinks Gai is ridiculous, but you cannot tell me that he does not respect the ever living hell out of him. Like. Please. Neji's a genius; he'd be an idiot not to.

And BECAUSE he's a genius, there's a moment when he must have realised (or started to realise) that he couldn't just fall back on his abilities or intellect and coast along. Gai made him realise that he had to put in the work or he would have hit his ceiling long ago.

I bet you, a thousand to one, that Neji taught his uncle something because of the way he trained with his sensei. How much would it piss him off that someone who doesn't even have his kekkei genkai can know how to make it better?

I digress. Can someone write me a 'Gai adopts Neji' story? Like IDK how, but somewhere in this world it needs to happen and I need to be able to read it.

For now, I will just headcannon how Neji is the kid from a blended family where he's passed back and forth between parents with 50-50 custody.

[strawberrymixt]

i wrote a tokomaru thing !!!

[kalablueandevergreen]

This! We were made to think Mary Sues were the pinnacle of cringe and yet every male main character was essentially a Mary Sue to begin with! There's a lot of this idea steeped in misogyny, and I fully support people having their own characters. I wrote mine into a fic that everyone loved (may have also involved smut between Kakashi and Gai, but I digress).

Being creative and loving a story is the essence of fandom and don't let anyone make you feel bad about it!

I am actually so serious I think it really messes with a childs creativity and joy to tell them to never make a mary sue OC. Like that unbridaled form of joy where you make a self insert OC who super cool and everyone loves them and they have every superpower in the world SHOULD be something a kid makes, it nourishes their ability to create things for fun and not be stifled by "oh but what if my character is too overpowered and cringey...". whatever

[vaztori]

even on my last birthday

SUMMARY; in which, you decided to have a tattoo on your shoulder as his birthday gift. and wonwoo loved it as much as he wanted to grow old with you.

FEATURING; wonwoo x afab!reader

GENRE; fluff, established relationship, office romance au, manager!wonwoo x secretary afab!reader, non-idol au, Seokmin mentioned as a cameo, smut (MINORS DNI)

WARNINGS; dacryphilia, dollification, dry-humping, finger-sucking, choking, praises, use of pet names, mentions of food & eating, mentions of cheating, mentions of tattoos, and being tattoed.

WORD COUNT; 5 K

NOTES FROM KALA; i know his birthday has passed A MONTH ago but well- i have this on my draft for too long so i decided to post this as my 800 folls celebration! (and also, this was my first fic ever). enjoy! <33

inspired by song; last birthday by valley

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The 17th of July.

The man named Jeon Wonwoo furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the date on his calendar. Today was his birthday, but unfortunately, he forgot about it. Eventually, that was the reason why his fingers keep flipping through the pages of his agenda book.

"Meeting? Dinner with colleagues?" he murmured. But it was already 07.00 pm and all employees in the office already went home. Remaining himself in his personal workspace, Seokmin- the head of the division that has to work overtime because of the additional work from him, and the janitor who was still passing by.

Soon, the sound of three knocks on his workspace door filled Wonwoo's hearing. He looked up while adjusting his glasses. Said, "Come in." in a voice too low, but still loud to be heard. After that his head was back down, still looking for what was on the agenda on the 17th of July, not realizing who entered his room.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.”

The soft singing of 'happy birthday' filled his ears. Wonwoo clearly knew who it was. His face lit up as he looked at you - his fiancé, looking gorgeous, wearing a black backless dress while holding a chocolate-flavored birthday cake, Wonwoo's favorite since childhood.

Wonwoo reflexively gasped, his expression one of surprise. He couldn't believe that July 17th was his birthday. The number 27 candles glowed on the cake's surface.

You walked closer to him, and Wonwoo took the initiative to get up from his chair, heading towards you. Your smile was fixed, looking so sweet that Wonwoo felt that your smile alone can relieve his burden for the whole day.

“Happy Birthday, Schatzi.” With that, you reached the end of the song. Wonwoo smiled at the petname, schatzi. It was from your favorite novel that you read to him. Where the main character called her lover schatzi.

You watched how Wonwoo closed his eyes immediately, as he clasped his hands together. His mouth chanted wishes, containing all the good things in the world for him, his family, and especially you. Then he opened his eyes again, with his cheeks puffed up with air- blowing out the number 27 candles. You cheered, happy and assuring whatever Wonwoo wished for.

Your face moved closer to him, planting a soft, affectionate kiss on his pink lips. “I wish you health, wealth, and a happy life with me as your wife.” You whispered between the kiss, his minty breath was fanning your lips.

Then slowly his lips formed a smile before he let out a small laugh at your words just now. His two sturdy hands pulled your waist to get closer. “Thank you, love.” He replied. “I even forgot my birthday. Glad you came to celebrate it.”

He caressed your cheek, “You’re the one who always remembers anything about me.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, chuckling. “So stop being careless with everything around you.”

"Can’t help it, I know what’s my priority."

“So our wedding isn’t on your priority list?”

Wonwoo's gaze at you became softened. his forefinger moved to ruffle your hair, tucking the strands behind your ear adorned with a glittering earring. ”You know that’s not how it works, darling.” He pinched your cheek. “I care for you. I care for us.”

“Then come with me. I'm tired of taking care of everything by myself. It's also tiring to deal with people who keep asking where is the groom? Why he isn’t with you?”

Your words made Wonwoo laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm really busy these days. I'm focusing on getting promoted so that our family in the future can live comfortably."

You nodded, understood about it. You knew you couldn’t complain when the only thing he wanted was your happiness and the comfort of the two of you when you finally get married and live with him. Jeon Wonwoo had always been mature, all the problems regarding the future of the two of you had been planned very well. You were lucky because you managed to become a woman who won his heart, since two years ago.

You put Wonwoo's birthday cake on his desk and smiled as you saw the sign that read 'Mr. Wonwoo Jeon, Manager' prominently displayed in front of his desk.

“When will you be promoted to CEO?”

Wonwoo shook his head, “I don't know yet. Hopefully, it will be sooner. Wish me luck, okay?"

You nodded softly, “But I want to be your secretary.”

"Your father will be angry if I take his secretary." Wonwoo's mischievous expression appeared. He knew you craved to be his secretary so badly. Well, who didn’t? You bet every woman in the office wanted just the same, to be working in front of his desk and take a glance at his face while he was busy working and typing. What a sight to see in the middle of a tiring day in the office.

“Well, I’m sure he will understand if you’re the one who takes me away from him. You knew he was cheating with his secretary.” You sighed. Still hurt a little every time you remember about it. “I don’t want that kind of thing to happen again in my life.”

Wonwoo's gaze seemed to be as sympathetic, also he felt bad for making you feel sad by telling him about the problem that happened in your family in the past.

“Love, I’m sorry-”

“No, it’s fine. They’re all fine, now. As you can see.”

Wonwoo reached out to hold your hand and embodied kisses to the knuckles of your fingers before kissing the engagement ring.

“I want to spend my days with you.”

You chuckled immediately at his sudden confession. “What? It’s rare for you to say that kind of stuff.” And Wonwoo could feel his cheeks heat up.

“I mean- you said you want to be my secretary and I’ll happily have you as my secretary through my whole career.” He seemed a little shy about it. You couldn’t help but smile, then run your fingers to stroke his hair that was still gelled. He changed the topic to, “Let’s eat the cake.” to divert his shyness.

Okay. You agreed, didn’t want to tease him because you knew, things would turn upside down very quickly. You will feel so small in his presence as he reciprocated your teasing with intimidating domination. And nonetheless, your stomach felt hungry because you haven't had dinner yet either. The chocolate cake you gave looked really good but of course, you felt bad to eat the cake. It should be Wonwoo who takes it first. 

“Wait, the knife’s in my bag.”  You turned around, heading for the chair in front of Wonwoo’s desk where you had carelessly placed your sling bag because you felt uncomfortable wearing it. That's when, Wonwoo got full access to stare at your bare back, where your right shoulder was reddish in color and a new tattoo was clearly imprinted there. His lips formed a smile in a second. He liked what he saw. Then his strong hands pulled your waist, successfully making your body land in his lap.  

Wonwoo noticed you were surprised, and you wanted to protest because you intended to get the knife in the bag. But Wonwoo just couldn't resist his curiosity about your new tattoo. He blew gently on the surface of your shoulder, making you feel goosebumps. Wonwoo grinned as he noticed your body started to stiffen just from his warm breath. 

“What’s this?” his voice lowered, as his fore finger pointed at your shoulder which was adorned with a tattoo of water lily, his birth flower. ”Water lily?”

Your breath hitched at his touch. “Yes, water lily. Your birth flower."

 “I know, doll.” He chuckled. "It's just..." A second after he was approaching to your bare shoulder again, he returned to blowing his warm breath while giving a few kisses at your new tattoo, then licking it in the most sensual way. "Love it. Fucking in love with this beautiful water lily tattooed on your skin."

Your smile got wider as he praised you. You felt an explosion of happiness in your chest because it took a lot of effort to have a tattoo. But because Wonwoo had one, you also got the feeling to have a tattoo as his birthday gift, thinking he would like it and glad he did.

"Is this my birthday gift?" he asked lowly, right into your ear. You could sense that he was smiling.

You nodded softly, as you were his good girl. "Yes, all for you."

"Oh, doll." he cooed. He kissed your tattoo once again, but this time with his mouth opened, spreading wet kisses across your bare shoulder. You could feel how his saliva made the surface wet. You started to tense up at the pet name, doll.

And the way he gave you open-mouthed kisses, it tickled you. But also sent shivers down your spine. You squirmed under the slightest touch of his lips.

"My doll, being so pretty for me."

You whimpered, those words that slipped away from a-very-fucking-handsome-man-named-Jeon-Wonwoo made your cunt dripping with your own arousal. He knew for sure his words would do something to your body. His lips formed a light grin.

Your breath caught again when Wonwoo landed his big hands on your thighs. his movements were slow, but sure and made you shiver. Wonwoo lifted your black dress slowly. From your knees, then up to your upper thighs. Exposing your skin that felt so soft under the touch of his cold hands. He did all that while whispering, "My precious doll, all for me."

"Wonwoo-" you released a whimper, moving uncomfortably as you feel Wonwoo's hardening cock on your ass.

You started to stutter, "I'm starving. You know, not because I want to eat you- but because the cake I bought for you looks so delicious."

Wonwoo who heard your words laughed. Instantly his lustful urges were restrained for a moment, because then he could actually hear your stomach rumbling, demanding to be filled.

The man embraced your body, manhandling, also flexing how strong his arms were. he turned your body position to face him. He wanted to see the sparkle in your eyes that looked exactly like a doll.

Oh, you were really such a doll in his eyes. With lips that looked so soft and your rosy cheeks because you were embarrassed by feeling hungry at this kind of moment.

"My poor babydoll." he cooed. "How long have you been hungry?"

"Please-" you unconsciously begged. Didn't know where you got the idea. Making Wonwoo's left eyebrow raised in curiosity, "Please what, doll? I don't understand."

"I-" you pointed at the chocolate cake you brought earlier, untouched. "Please let me eat the cake first, i know it's yours i bought it for you but can you please let me eat it?"

Wonwoo's chest warmed up, to him his fiancée's behavior now was so cute and adorable. It made him admire your face more than in the past days.

"So polite." he praised. "I've really taught you to beg well."

Your cheeks heated up, and you decided to look away but Wonwoo's forefinger immediately grabbed your chin, forcing you to look back at him. "Look at me. I said that you have to be confident in front of me."

You gulped. "Okay. Okay. Understood. I just feel kinda embarrassed.. you know."

"It's normal, baby. I'm fine with your stomach rumbling, it's cute tho." he laughed again. And before you hit his arm, he continued with, "Alright, alright. I'm going to feed you, don't you worry."

You nod enthusiastically as Wonwoo grabbed up your bag, took out a cake knife from inside, and started to cut the cake in pieces that you liked, not too thick and not too thin. He really remembered everything about you well, especially when it came to serving food.

Wonwoo smiled too when he saw your face so beamed. His heart melted every time you smiled, even though he never expressed it verbally. He expressed that he loved you through his actions, by covering you with his expensive black coat when it rained, clutching your waist tightly when the train was crowded with people, helping you with chores and cleaning the apartment, and also doing aftercare with care and tenderness. You were grateful that you were loved by a man like him.

You, on the other hand, were ready to open your mouth. Thinking Wonwoo was going to feed you. But as it turned out, he was stuffing pieces of cake into his own mouth, making you frown at the sight.

"Woo, i said i'm sta-"

And Wonwoo, interrupted you with a soft kiss. The chocolate cream on Wonwoo's lips felt on your senses, making you move to suck his lips harder and rougher, also demanding. Successfully making Wonwoo's stomach tingle, as if butterfly wings were fluttering in it until he chuckles in a low voice between the kiss.

Wonwoo thought you must be really starving by now, so starving that you've lost control of yourself. You were starving for food, also starving for Wonwoo's touch.

So Wonwoo didn't want to tease any further. He chose to open his mouth, and you followed along. Wonwoo's tongue placed a piece of cake on the surface of your tongue, so the piece of cake that was previously in his mouth moved into your mouth. That was Wonwoo's way, of feeding you. And you didn't mind.

Wonwoo moved away for a moment, giving you time to munch on his birthday cake.

"How is it?" Wonwoo asked as his thumb wiped away the chocolate cream stain at the corner of your lips.

"Sweet." you didn't reply much. You were busy chewing and marveling at the taste of the cake. So sweet and soft on the tongue, it's appetizing. You think you could even finish the whole cake by yourself.

"Still starving?" he asked.

"I amm. Please just keep going,"

"I don't understand. Clear instruction only, doll."

You sighed. He was such a tease. Loved to hear your filthy thoughts out loud. "Please feed me, with your mouth. Want to taste the chocolate cream from your lips."

Wonwoo seemed satisfied by your words. It was fun to hear you begged to him. Reminding him to who you belong- and it was always him. Also felt like a booster for Wonwoo. Your begs feed his ego and it sparked a fire inside his chest.

So he continued to feed you the chocolate cake from his mouth, you let out soft hums in approval every time you taste the sweet cream all over your tongue. He held the back of your neck, wanting to kiss you deeper while you were sucking his lip clean from the chocolate cake. Slowly, the 'feeding you his birthday cake' session became breathless, and Wonwoo didn't even give you time to munch the cake slice. He was more than ready to devour all of you, to be drunk in a hot kissing session while you were still trying to eat his cake properly.

"Woo-" you whined. "Can't keep up."

"That's okay, doll. Slowly."

And how could you slow the movement of your kiss when all he did was kiss you and moan into your mouth lustily when you accidentally gave friction to his boner? Even the way of his breathing started to be shaky. You knew he needed more of you.

He slowly placed his two fingers on your lower lip. Staring at your puffy lips that were glistening with saliva. His stare was getting darker as he watched how your chest breathing up and down heavily, how your cheeks turned all red, and the way you were staring back at him with doe eyes, he could feel his cock twitching down there.

"Suck," he commanded.

You did as he asked, put his two fingers in your mouth. Sucking his fingers and licking the fingertips teasingly. Wonwoo found himself couldn't breathe properly, he even swallowed hard his own saliva while managing to keep the eye-contact with you. The warmth of your mouth made him unfocused, and how you made his fingers wet with your saliva. Lowkey imagining his other body part to be sucked and licked by you like this.

"You're getting so much better at sucking my fingers, doll."

Your reply came out mumbled, but Wonwoo caught your words perfectly, all while he was tilting his head to read your mouth. "Getting better because of me?"

You nodded swiftly, as Wonwoo starts to move his two fingers inside your mouth, he slowly moved them back and forth, in and out. You focused on sucking his fingers without breaking eye contact with him, which makes the air in Wonwoo's personal workspace even hotter and more stifling. Wonwoo nimbly untied the tie around his neck, making him feel like he was suffocating. You wanted to help him untie the tie, but he shook his head lightly while smiling weakly. As if he were signaling, 'you don't have to do anything besides sucking my fingers like a good girl.'

Wonwoo also moved his waist, grinding against your clothed cunt. The low moan he released made the inside of your body burning. Wonwoo sped up his hand movements, eager to make you choke on just two of his fingers. There was always a sense of pride every time he managed to make you choke and cry. Oh, Wonwoo loved to see how your doe eyes flow crystal clear tears. He would happily kisses every drop of your tears or even, licks them.

Wonwoo noticed how your saliva was rolling down his knuckles, and it made your cheeks even redder just because a stare full of lust from his eyes. His fingers moved in and out even faster, impatient to see you choke. You yourself didn't realize what Wonwoo was trying to do. Until a few moments later, you choked because his fingers hit the tip of your throat. Your tears were immediately melting, running down your cheeks, smearing the mascara you're wearing.

"Oh, doll." he teased. "Did I hurt you?" he asked with such a fake innocence. Because in the end, he grinned triumphantly as your tears even began to fall down your chin. Wonwoo quickly kissed away each and every teardrop visible to his peripheral.

Wonwoo has already picked up the tissues on his desk when you finally realize what he was been trying to do. You felt a little annoyed, and punched him lightly on the shoulder, yet Wonwoo just laughed as he slowly wiped away your tears with the tissue, simultaneously cleaning the stains from your smudged mascara.

"I'm sorry, doll. But you look so pretty when you cry..." his voice that was already low, dropped another octave. Wonwoo's hands rubbed your sides this time, you could feel how cold his hands were. Wonwoo did have cold hands, which can always put you back in control of yourself, regardless of how hot your body was right now. He was even good at calming you down when anger got the best of you with the gentle strokes of his cold hands on your shoulder.

"Mean. So you like to see me cry, huh?" you acted as you were annoyed, while your hand sneakily making its way to the belt Wonwoo was wearing. The black leather belt that he always used to wear to office.

But Wonwoo of course could sense the gentle touch of your hand on his belt. "Ah, ah." he reprimanded. "I still have things to do, we can't do it right now, doll."

"You must be kidding me. You already worked 11 hours already, Woo! How come there are still a lot things to do?" you weren't angry toward him, though. You were just worried. Yet his facial expression changed when you rised your tone a little bit higher in front of him.

"Did you just yell at me, doll?" His grip on your waist tighten, more firm. As if he were expressing that he didn't like what you just did.

"I didn't, Woo. I was just worried about your health. I'm sorry,"

"You're worrying about me?"

"Of course! You always work like there's no tomorrow to finish your assignment."

He chuckled, "Sweet doll, worrying about me." then played with your hair softly. "If you said so, guess I'll take a few minutes' break from now on. Let's just do something, anything fun on your mind?"

Oh, it was the way of him asking anything fun on your mind? when his hand traveled up to your panties, toying with the waistband. He knew what he was doing, and yet his eyes gleamed like pure innocence even though his lips couldn't hold the urge to smirk. How could someone manage to look like that on the same time?

His face continued to move closer, then his pink lips kissed your jawline, all while his forefinger started to rub on your clit. You bit your lip, didn't want to release any whimper or soft moans but Wonwoo made it harder, his other free hand now gently squeezing your breast. Now his kisses going down, to the crook of your neck. Kissing, licking, and marking. He didn't care about your neck being full of hickeys. He planned to cover you with his expensive black coat on the way to the parking lot, though.

You were stammering and found it difficult to speak. "Wonwoo, stop—"

"And why do I have to stop?"

"Because you said you're busy! If you're just teasing me right now, then please, stop."

He shrugged. "Well, I am busy. But I didn't mean it until the moment I can't have fun with you."

And with that, your hand was going back again to his belt. Urging him to do the thing that you already had in mind for thirty minutes now. "Then open this,"

Wonwoo laughed, this time with his eyes beautifully closed. His hand then grabbed yours, gently removing it from his belt. "But I also said that I only take a break for a few minutes, doll. This won't do only in ten or twenty minutes, right?"

You surrendered, nodding limply. Wonwoo just smiled as he realized how disappointed you were that you won't be fucked anytime soon. "We can still have fun, doll. Don't be pouty like that," his finger played with the corner of your lips that were indeed, pouting.

"But I want to ride you..." You said in a half-whisper, still feeling the embarrassment in your chest to say it out loud.

Wonwoo had no problem with you speaking in a half-whisper whenever you were feeling shy. He took the opportunity to bring his face closer to your lips and to look closely at your blushing face. "Yeah? You want to ride me?"

You nodded shyly, fingers toying with the button of his shirt.

"Ride me, then." Wonwoo invited, giving permission. And your eyes widened at his words. Oh, this is going to be a dry-humping session, then. You were a bit uncertain about Wonwoo's decision this time. Because usually, he wouldn't get enough of just rubbing his hardening cock against your clothed cunt. He was a bit insatiable. You both had done a challenge where there was to be no intercourse during the movie-watching session together. It became a soft dry humping session, where Wonwoo whispered words of affirmation and validated you, how perfect you were for him. But still, eventually, he felt it was not enough and you end up having sex with him in the middle of the movie.

Wonwoo's hands were ready to hold both sides of your waist, and then he moved your waist back and forth, urging you to ride him. All while when he was spreading his legs so that the hardening cock on his pants can be felt on your clit which is still wrapped in panties. "Now ride me, doll."

You got closer to Wonwoo's body, and he kissed your forehead softly. Embracing your body with his warmth, with all his love that overflows for you. You wrapped your hands around Wonwoo's neck and started rubbing your clit against his cock. He felt so hard, and you could feel the way his cock rubbed against your cunt perfectly even though you both still had pants on. You let out sighs and moans, and Wonwoo responded by gently stroking your bare back, then saying, "I got you, doll. I got you."

"Wonwoo-" Your breath got caught in your throat. "Feels so good-"

Wonwoo mumbled in reply, his hand wiping at the trail of sweat that was on your forehead. "Want me to help you?"

Then he helped you by pounding his hips hard, sending tingling sensations all over your body through the hard friction from his erection. Wonwoo watched how your mouth opened, your eyes shut, and your rosy lips let out a sigh of the pleasure Wonwoo gave you.

The air around you felt hotter and you felt dizzy from the stimulant Wonwoo was giving you between your legs. Your hips were also constantly moving, back and forth, seeking more friction from Wonwoo's boner. And that action earned a low grunt from Wonwoo, he complimented how good you were at making him feel like he was up in the clouds. "Just like that, doll. Oh, fuck."

Wonwoo's right hand pinched your hardened nipple, because your breasts kept bouncing in front of his eyes, activating the desire inside his mind to grab your breasts and squeeze them roughly until a high-pitched moan was released from your pretty mouth. "Ah, Wonwoo!" You were no longer care to hold back your moans even though you know, your voice might be heard from outside of his personal workspace.

Wonwoo didn't think about that either, focusing on pursuing his pleasure. And when Wonwoo's long fingers played with your nipples, twisting, and then pinching them, you started to cry. The stimulants that he gave to you were too much. Tears formed in both of your eyes, like the clear lakes Wonwoo would dive into.

You always looked so enthralling to him, even when you were crying. Oh, he was even proud when the pleasure he brought to your body could make you cry and call his name as if Wonwoo's name was the only thing you knew because you don't get exhausted of saying it over and over between your moans and whimpers. As if his name was a spell that could make Wonwoo do more to satisfy you.

Wonwoo knew you were close, from the way your chest rose then fell, and the way your breathing got heavier. Your moans sounded louder and 'noisier' when you felt your orgasm was coming, Wonwoo already knew that attitude of yours. His eyes stared at your face with lust. Your expression that was full of pleasure made his cock twitch in his office pants which felt tighter now.

"Are you close, doll? I'm-" Wonwoo couldn't finish his sentence because you hid your face in the crook of his neck, biting the most sensitive area of ​​Jeon Wonwoo which of course no one else knew but you. Wonwoo's grip on your waist tightened, while your own hands pulled Wonwoo's hair, messing with his hair and he didn't mind that at all.

"Doll, fuck-" his breath hitched as you were sucking on the sensitive area of ​​his neck. "My babydoll, I want you to always be mine," he whispered between his heavy breaths, sending butterflies to your stomach as you felt the familiar knot on your abdomen.

"I'm yours, Wonwoo. Always yours to take," you replied, and your tone became softer. Then you looked up at him, only to stare at his face, and found the explosion of affection for you from his dark brown eyes.

He cradled your cheek, and you leaned in for his touch while chasing your orgasm. "Feel like you're about to cum, doll?"

You whined and gave him a nod as an answer while bouncing on his erection even harder and faster. He groaned, "You like this, aren't you? I can tell you're so close, doll."

Wonwoo was right. Soon, your orgasm hit so hard, that was even dripping out to your inner thighs. Your panties were all soaked, and Wonwoo's office pants also got wet because of your orgasm. Wonwoo grunted at the sight of it, and he came right after you with his mouth hung open, calling your name in the deepest tone of his voice that made you shiver.

You were trying to calm yourself down, and so did Wonwoo. His way of breathing slowly got calmer when you gave some soft squeezes on his shoulder. He looked down at you, smiling, with his heart bursting out of love for you. He kissed your forehead, while gently stroking your hair. "Thank you, y/n."

You flashed a smile at him. "You are welcome and once again, happy birthday my love."

His face beamed at your words. He was so happy to have his 27th birthday spent with you. And he was hoping, deep down in his heart, you would always be there, be the one who always remember his birthday and will not get bored to spare him some of your time just to be with him on his birthday night. He would love to always age up with you beside him, to always have you sing him 'Happy Birthday to you with your angelic voice.

He would love to grow old with you.

"I'd love to turn one year older with you in my arms, love. Please always be by my side, even on my last birthday."

© jeonride 2023. please do not copy, translate, plagiarize, or repost any of my writing anywhere ! all rights reserved. pretty divider by @benkeibear !

[kala-mies]

This is one of those Sleepy Hollow ghost stories you haven't heard of

[kalablueandevergreen]

Day 4: Alternate Universe

Chapter four of Kings of Hearts is up!

I had so much fun with this day and I gave myself a pressure ulcer on my left butt cheek from typing this bad boy out in one sitting.

(Y'all think I'm joking. I am not)

P.S. Does anyone know how to upload individual chapters from AO3? I am struggle-busing.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62941396/chapters/161410435

[strawberrymixt]

for the fanfic writer questions: 16 / 17 / 26? <33

16.) any guilty pleasure trope(s)? fluff, (best) friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, and angst. not necessarily together, but they can be :p

17.) a trope you'll never, ever write for? enemies to lovers, probably. it's just not my cup of tea 🤷🏽‍♀️

26.) is there anything you've wanted to write, but you've been too scared to try? i mentioned this in a previous fic, but smut. currently trying to build up the courage to write it, though. we'll see how it goes :).

thanks for the ask! <33

[ohmyoverland]

Sense8 AU Snippet: As a young box man, Wolfgang robbed Rajan while he was visiting Berlin. Years later they realize this and tell Kala the story.

———

“Of course I was furious at the time. A very nice salesman had assured me the safe was uncrackable—“

“Child’s play,” Wolfgang scoffed, “probably planning on robbing you himself.”

“Oh but I’m not mad anymore. I hope the diamonds served you well.”

“They bought the locksmith shop, so... My first big break.” Reminiscing, Wolfgang’s expression was almost whimsical. Rajan had to kiss him.

[a-minke-whales-tale]

When you look into my eye human, what do you see?

Do you see a friendly curious gentle creature exploring her environment? Something intelligent and alive?

Do you see an anxious and nervous animal, not for what you have done, but for others of your kind? Wary what you might do?

Do you see a soul? Do you see beauty in her eye? A shared moment as we look to each other?

Do you see nothing? It is just an animal - unfeeling, unthinking. Is this moment just one for you?

Do you see simply resources? A part of the natural world granted to you by your god to exploit. Something for which no consideration is necessary?

Do you see yourself reflected in my eye?

What do you see human?

[kalainthecanoe]

Ask away!!!

Get to know your fic writer!

Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

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Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

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Do you have your work beta'd? How important is this to your process?

How do you choose which POV to write from?

Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

Do you comment on stories you read?

Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

Link your three favorite fics right now

how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

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Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

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Something you hate to see in smut.

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[vishushamshu]

i had a vision. i think idk i blacked out for two hours

[necrobunni]

A horror movie, eight soulmates, ZERO chill

Pairing: sense8 cluster

summary: what starts as movie night at nomi and amanita’s turns into something else entirely: kalas nails, wolfgang's wandering hands, and amanita texting the nonsensate partners play-by-play updates of the increasingly flirty cuddle pile taking over her living room.

am i gonna tell you how they're all in amanita and nomi's house. no.

It’s supposed to be a chill horror movie night.

But nothing’s ever chill when the entire cluster is together and pressed into a single room full of flickering candles, mismatched throw pillows, and the kind of tension that crackles louder than the film’s jump scares.

The couch is full. Nomi and Will are sitting hip-to-hip, popcorn bowl between them. Riley’s tucked into Will’s other side, her feet tangled with Sun’s across the ottoman. Sun’s sprawled out like a queen, Lito using her thigh as a pillow and being as dramatic about it as humanly possible.

On the floor, Kala has claimed Capheus for herself.

He’s sitting between her legs, shoulders relaxed against her torso. It looks innocent until she dips her nails along the side of his neck—slow, deliberate, and featherlight.

Capheus shivers so visibly it ripples through the whole blanket pile.

Kala, barely holding back a smirk, does it again. This time lower, tracing a slow path from behind his ear to the dip of his collarbone. Capheus is stone silent for three full seconds before—

“Jesus,” he breathes. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Shh,” she murmurs, resting her chin on his shoulder. “You’re being very distracting. I’m trying to watch the movie.”

“Are you?”

“No,” she hums, and runs her nails down his neck again.

Meanwhile, up on the couch, Wolfgang is entirely ignoring the screen. He’s beside Will now, one leg thrown over Riley’s thighs, the other angled toward Will like he’s marking territory. His hand rests casually on Will’s stomach.

Or it was casual.

Now it’s sneaking under Will’s shirt. Just a warm palm, fingertips splaying out. He doesn’t move it—he just lets it rest there, skin to skin.

Will tenses slightly, breath hitching. Riley doesn’t miss it. She smirks and pops another chocolate almond into her mouth, absolutely not helping.

Wolfgang’s hand shifts lower.

An inch. Maybe two. Just enough to ghost over the edge of Will’s waistband.

Will turns his head slightly, jaw tight. “Really?”

Wolfgang shrugs like he’s innocent. “What? You said it was cold in here.”

Nomi’s halfway into choking on popcorn.

Sun arches a brow. “Your body heat is not located in your groin.”

“Speak for yourself,” Lito sighs dramatically, clutching her arm. “This is like a telenovela. Only gayer.”

Amanita, curled into a bean bag with a blanket over her head and a front row seat to the chaos, pulls out her phone and types.

group chat: support group for sensate lovers

amanita:

it’s officially no longer a movie night

wolfgang has his hand down will’s pants (will is TRYING not to moan)

kala is stroking capheus like she’s petting a damn cat

sun just threatened violence because someone touched her foot

i think lito’s in love with all of them

send help (but like don’t)

felix:

down?? his PANTS???

this sounds fake and horny. are they drinking??

rajan:

…kala is doing what?

dani:

lito is in love with all of them. that’s not new.

hernando:

take pictures. for academic reasons.

zakia:

carry on queen. and i agree pictures please.

Amanita hides a laugh into her sleeve. Across the room, Kala has her fingers back on Capheus’ neck—now trailing lower, down his spine in lazy spirals. Capheus has melted into a puddle. Lito’s mumbling love poetry into Sun’s lap. Riley is fully sandwiched between two war criminals and doing nothing to stop it.

Nomi catches Amanita’s eye across the room. She raises a brow.

Amanita just shrugs and types another message.

amanita:

they’re all flirting

the horror movie is background noise

this is a sleepover for soulmates and i’m living for it

No one remembers what movie they were watching.

By the time it ends, there are three tangled pairs on the couch, two blankets on the floor, and zero personal space.

Will’s eyes are half-lidded, Wolfgang still tracing slow circles just under the hem of his shirt. Capheus is practically in Kala’s lap. Riley’s curled against Nomi now, playing with the ends of the braids she had mindlessly put in her hair. Lito’s halfway through serenading Sun in Spanish.

Amanita snaps a photo.

amanita:

cluster cuddle pile status: aggressively gay

goodnight

[kalapebbles]

zelda au where the hero of hyrule failed to stop the big bad the first time around, then left to go into hiding, leaving hyrule to fall into the big bad’s control because if the hero couldn’t stop them, then nobody could

zelda au where years and years later, the male gerudo is born, the reincarnation of evil itself, and the big bad’s best chance at getting the triforce of power, and perhaps a puppet to secure his legacy

zelda au where the male gerudo was raised in hiding, disguised behind the walls of gerudo town, raised with love and compassion and without the knowledge of his past reincarnations, only to one day find old scriptures and carvings of what he could be, and vowing to never be like him

zelda au where the male gerudo is eventually found and taken to the big bad, only to be rescued by hyrule’s princess turned resistance leader, who tells the gerudo that the hero of legend wasn’t just a legend, and that he fought for hyrule all those years ago, and was still alive, that she’d been searching for him for years and finally found a trail, that they could save hyrule once and for all

zelda au where they find the hero, only to realize the reason he failed is that he was never meant to be the hero, and was just a boy who wielded a sword, raised like a lamb for slaughter and set up to fail from the beginning, just like every past reincarnation of him

zelda au where the gerudo vows to pick up where the hero left off, because you don’t need to be some great hero of legend to recognize evil and put a stop to it, that you just need the courage to get up when you fall

zelda au where the trio goes to finally face the big bad, and the gerudo is starting to eat his words, because maybe it does take power in order to stop true evil, so when he is offered the triforce of power with the promise of becoming unstoppable, that he could protect not just gerudo town, but all of hyrule, that he could live forever and ensure peace, that hyrule would become his, he turns it away, because you don’t need power in order to pick yourself up when you fall, you need courage

zelda au where the the triforce of courage picks the gerudo, because for the first time in centuries, the hero of hyrule was born in the heart of that male gerudo, and maybe it always has been, but the temptation of power was too strong to deny sometimes, maybe all he needed was the courage to look power in the face and say ‘no’

zelda au where they break the cycle and ganon finally gets to taste freedom

[kalablueandevergreen]

I finally got a blog on here and I participated!

KakaGai Valentine's Week 2025!

Hello again all and happy 2025! It's time for another KakaGai creator event!! Hosted once again by the dynamic duo @jvnart and @ficklecat.

Event Schedule:

The event will run from Monday, 10 February to Friday, 14 February. Rules and guidelines will be the same as our last event. See below for prompts and details!

Rules & Guidelines:

Please use the tag #kkgivalentines25 in the first 5 tags and/or tag this blog

On AO3, please use the collection KakaGai Valentines 2025 (this will go live at the beginning of the event)

All forms of fanwork are allowed (fics, art, videos, etc); fanworks posted must be created by the person(s) posting, no AI creations or reposts are permitted

Any N S F W works or works with sensitive content must be appropriately tagged on all platforms and under a cut if posted on Tumblr

Other ships are allowed in the work, but the main focus must be KakaGai; no inc*st ships or student / teacher ships are permitted

You may select one, two, or all three of the prompts per day if you wish, or combine them.

Platforms - Tumblr, BlueSky, AO3; if you have a fanwork posted to another site but would like to share, please reach out to us directly!

If you have any questions or would like clarification on any prompts or rules, just send us a message!

Please feel free to reblog/share! 💕

[artist-issues]

They sure do use the word “stay” a lot in Tarzan.

Kerchak says baby Tarzan “can stay, but that doesn’t make him my son.”

Terk tells kid Tarzan that if he wants Kerchak to like him, he has to “stay away from him.”

Later Kerchak tells Tarzan to “protect this family, and stay away from them.”

Then of course you’ve got Tarzan asking Jane to stay, telling the baby gorillas that “Jane stays with Tarzan,” and Professor Porter saying he can’t help but feel that Jane should stay. And actually I think those are the last words in the movie, “Jane stays with Tarzan.” (I mean…spoken in Gorilla language.)

I don’t know why yet but there’s something to all that. Something’s cookin’

[torukmaktoskxawng]

Just wanted to say that I cannot wait to see what is next in store for Kayla and spider

I found a picture of them from a different universe while you're waiting 🥰