#TUTOR HIM AND WOULD BECOME HIS LOVER

[apoemadaykeepsthehoesaway]

Song of Songs

- Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

Sing me at dawn but only with your laugh:

Like sprightly Spring that laugheth into leaf;

Like Love, that cannot flute for smiling at Life.

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Sing to me only with your speech all day,

As voluble leaflets do. Let viols die.

The least word of your lips is melody.

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Sing me at dusk, but only with your sigh;

Like lifting seas it solaceth: breathe so,

All voicelessly, the sense that no songs say.

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Sing me at midnight with your murmurous heart;

And let its moaning like a chord be heard

Surging through you and sobbing unsubdued.

[atinystarcafe]

Yunho fic recs

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✴ : smut ᯓᡣ𐭩 : absolute favourites

[Last updated: 07.04.2025] ⋆˙⟡ If any links don't work anymore please let me know I'll get it fixed as soon as possible ^^

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Across Stardust - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | soulmate au, idol!yunho x makeup artist!reader (ONGOING)

you and yunho have worked together for years, idol and makeup artist, but until today you’ve never touched him skin to skin. when the world tilts on its head from just a brush of his cheek, you realize he’s so much more than a crush, he’s your soulmate.

Summer nights | Summer's End - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | roommates au (COMPLETED)

he's your best friend and roommate, but during the heat of summer and the confinement of quarantine, you just can't seem to help yourselves.

Guard Dog | part 2 - @beenbaanbuun | hybrid au, hybrid!yunho

Ok, Cowboy - @everyonewooeverywhere (✴) | strangers to lovers au, cowboy mechanic!yunho (ONGOING)

when you come into his shop to get your boyfriend's car fixed, yunho can help but wonder what a hardworking, pretty girl like you is doing with someone so...pathetic. and maybe, just maybe, he feels like he could treat you better.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Guerilla | bonus - @sorryimananti-romantic ✴ | serial killer doctor!yunho x crime fiction writer!reader (COMPLETED)

you're a crime fiction writer and you move in with dr. jeong yunho despite his strange, strict house rules. he's very private and you don't mind that, but he's also very cold and unapproachable and you're determined to crack through his walls. little did you know your obsession with gore and crime would melt his heart. Soon, you find yourself tangled in lies, secrets and a detective from your past who suspects yunho and his gang as you navigate thru your relationship with him.

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sudden + (A)cute - @eoieopda | friends to lovers au

jeong yunho’s got a serious case of downbaditis — oh, and also a cold.

Stupid In Love - @koyagifs | soon to be parent!au

yunho so excited to become a father, he was determined to make your babymoon the most memorable memory for you.

Antithesis - @kitten4sannie ✴ | spiderman/venom bf!yunho

your boyfriend is going through a phase.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sixth Sense - @pirateprincessblog | spiderman au, enemies to lovers au, spiderman!yunho x villain!reader

while all of the city loves their superhero and is ready to defend him with their lives, you seem to be the only fool looking at the bigger picture. and the only one to loathe spiderman.

Pressure Points - @jinkoh ✴ | physiotherapist!yunho

your physical therapy is getting very physical

Love Again - @xomakara ✴ | single parent au, single parent!yunho x single parent!reader

You're a lonely single mother sleeping with your coworker, Yunho, who is also a lonely single dad, for the past few months. One night, after a passionate moment, Yunho suggests that maybe it's time for your daughter and his daughter to finally meet.

P☆RNST☆R - @slutforwoo ✴ | nerd!yunho x gothcamgirl!reader

Yunho’s friends notice him overworking himself like never before. Hongjoong, being the good friend he is, recommends his favorite camgirl. In hopes he can start to destress himself. But being the workaholic he is, he decides to start tutoring for extra cash. Y/n is failing her chemistry classes again. Again. On probation with the school, she agrees to get a tutor. Well, who would’ve thought that tutor would end up being Yunho, and that during one of their study sessions he’ll recognize that back tattoo of his new favorite pastime? Guess we have to find out, don’t we?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Drill - @byuntrash101 ✴

yunho cant seem to pick up anyone at the club. for two main reasons, two problems if you will. the first one: his rizz level is negative and the second one... well it's bigger. much, much bigger. a huge problem wooyoung has named "the drill"

Prove Her Wrong - @kp-alice ✴ | sub bf!yunho

Yunho knew that what that stranger had said to him back then wasn't true. He quite literally had physical evidence to prove it. And yet, he couldn't help but think about her comment a little too often.

Can't Get Rid Of You - @yunniverse | academic rivals to lovers au

both you and yunho are chosen to attend the same conference, staying in a local hotel, only there’s only one room, and you both seemingly hate each other

Is that me? - @evenyvn | streamer!yunho x gf!reader

in which yunho makes his in game avatar eerily similar to you and thought no one will notice.

Raw Need - @mingi-s-dimples ✴ | omegaverse au, alpha!yunho x omega!reader

your first rut washed rough over you... and even if you didn't wanna do anything about it... your man made sure he'd fuck you senseless thru your rut.

Highs And Lows - @slutteok ✴ | gamer!yunho

you and yunho always joked about getting a dog bed.

09:12 - @atinyslittleworld | protective friend!yunho

Yunho’s protective instincts surface when a persistent stalker confronts Y/N, revealing his possessive side and sparking unexpected emotions.

23:13 PM - @hwaightme | bf!yunho

to be loved is to be heard, and yunho reminds you of this again and again, knowing you beyond the literal and the expected.

Dibs - @s4nniebe4r | rival!yunho

somebody keeps stealing your favorite chair

Find You In My Heart - @anxiouscherubs ✴ | friends to lovers au

the one where you get dumped and your best friend is there to help you realize what you truly deserve… what’s been in front of you all along.

Playing In Glass Houses - @honeyhotteoks ✴

the idea was simple, buy a new toy and spice up your relationship. you didn’t expect it to be like this.

The Fall - @honeyhotteoks | idol bf!yunho x dancer!reader

during dance practice for the upcoming tour, you fall from a dangerous position, yunho reacts and gets you to the hospital.

In The Act - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | roommate!yunho

you and yunho are roommates. he never comes home early, except for the one time he does and catches you in the middle of touching yourself and moaning his name.

Darling Mine - @yuyusbabygirl ✴

You spend the night at your boyfriend's place for the first time and he really likes it when you wear his clothes

Pretty Hands - @starcrossedmusings ✴ | best friends to lovers au

You and Yunho have been friends for years, and you tell each other everything. He suddenly takes a much more vested interest in your love life when you can't stop mentioning your newest interest.

Too Sweet - @hongjoongspoetry ✴ | upcoming rockstar!yunho, opposites attract au

Two complete opposites who are quickly falling for each other, one wanting more but the other afraid of all the things that could go wrong.

Testing The Waters - @stayteezdreams | friends to lovers au

While attending a Halloween party, you learn Yunho's mystery costume was really just a plan to make his feelings for you a bit more obvious.

Tension And Desires - @xomakara ✴ | oblivious friends to lovers au

You and Yunho are friends who are oblivious to each other's feelings. Despite the playful animosity between you two, a strong sexual tension simmers beneath the surface. After a night of flirting and drinking, you finally give in to your desires…

Snuggles And Cuddles - @makeitmingi | drunk bf!yunho

Yunho has the best alcohol tolerance amongst his friends. However, after a night out, you didn't think that his best friend would bring him home, absolutely wasted. Seems like alcohol unlocks a whole new side of your boyfriend you didn't know existed

Kinktober 2024 : Breeding - @desirehorizon ✴

an innocent question to your boyfriend leaves you pumped full of his cum - what an evening!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Puppy With An MAcc - @kp-alice | client!yunho x dominatrix!reader

Despite officially retiring as a professional dominatrix months ago, there's one client you've decided to keep. Maybe it's because of the generous amount he pays, or maybe, just maybe, it's more than that. With the lines between the two of you continuously blurring, you can't help but return every time.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A "First" Date - @wooyoungiewritings ✴ | best friends to lovers au

Your best friend Yunho and you always find dates for each other, trying to help each other out with love. You always try to find the best ones for each other, but one day, Yunho sets you up with his “friend”, and you quickly realize that your best friend wants to prove a point. And maybe he actually knows you better than you think - in multiple ways.

All I Want For Christmas Is You - @starrysvn | friends to lovers au, fake dating au

college christmas parties, one way or another, always offered you the clarity you needed. like when you asked your friend yunho to be your fake boyfriend for the holidays

Feeling Like I Do - @sorryimananti-romantic | best friends to lovers au

you and yunho have been best friends since forever and neighbours for a while, and you find it harder with each passing day to hide your feelings for him.

Player 9 - @pirateprincessblog ✴ | football player/coach!yunho x aunt!reader

finally reuniting with your family after years of working abroad, your six year old nephew doesn't leave your side. he wants you to take him to school, he wants to do his homework with you, he wants to sit on your lap during meals, and he wants you to watch his football practice. how convenient that you're almost always alone on that stadium, and that his coach is just the most gorgeous man you've ever seen in your life.

Muse - @yunholuvrr ✴ | model!yunho x photographer!reader

Your friend Hongjoong just held a show for his new fashion line and invited you to photograph the event, but one model catches your eye more than any of the clothes on the runway.

Opposites Attract - @tainsan ✴ | college au, tutor!yunho

you are on the verge of being expelled, so your teacher helps you find a tutor, yet what you weren't expecting was much more than just tutoring sessions.

Come Fly With Me - @hwaightme | pilot!yunho x journalist!reader

Aerophobia - the fear of flying. And clearly, something that your boss has no idea exists. While you curse the universe and the metal bird, your handsome seatmate ponders if it is possible to redirect this flight, from Gwangju, to your heart.

Good Boy - @yuyusboyfriend ✴

helping your roommate with a hard problem...

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Puppyboys4you.com - @kitten4sannie ✴ | camboy!yunho

dedicating your hard earned money and free time to your favorite camboy goodboy_99 comes with a lot of perks.

Something To Give Eachother - @sungbeam | childhood best friends to lovers au

yunho might have been the superstar out of the two of you, but you have always been the center of his universe. (you — it's always been you.)

739 Yunho - @potatomountain ✴ |cnc, sexworker!yunho

with sex work legal, it was as readily available as texting *739, filling out the form sent, and either choosing your partner or letting the company choose you. Even the more controversial kinks were accommodated, and that was something you wanted.

Hide And Seek - @kitten4sannie ✴ | cnc, bf!yunho

You and Yunho play your favorite game together. 

Hunted - @mulloey ✴ | cnc, internet hookup!yunho

it’s all a game, he says. you’re desperate to play.

[2:12 am] - @hwaflms | bf!yunho

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Do You Have Abs? - @vent-stink

A Special Gift - @xuchiya | bf!yunho

[1:15] - @yuyusgirlie | husband!yunho

Four In The Morning - @ateezmakemeweep ✴ | strangers to lovers au

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Arrogant CEO Yunho Who Gets Knocked Down By His Cute Little Intern - @crimsonbubble ✴ | ceo!yunho x intern!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Untitled - @seobinghard

Your Skin Is Against My Body - @323cutie ✴

The Way You Look At Me - @323cutie

Anniversaries - @x0x0josephinex0x0 | bf!yunho

Photoshoot - @atinysunbaby | idol!yunho x idol!reader

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[diz-eaze]

thinking of yandere modern au shenanigans with other genshin characters too <33 teehee

; (characters included; alhaitham, ayato, lumine, furina, emilie, albedo, childe, kinich, chasca, xilonen)

; inspired by the deranged scara chronicles

; I AM SO SORRY. yandere, half serious half silly, dark content,I'm being so fr when I say these are degenerates, they are GOONERS ok, some nsfw content/mention in some parts (marked by a <3), not proofread i wrote this in the middle of class, depraved beings :(, fem reader for the women but otherwise gn, more specific warnings are listed below their names! it got short in the end bc this is just word vomit okay

alhaitham:

(subtle manipulation, stealing papers, mentioned masturbation, cyberbullying (?))

alhaitham gets unreasonably jealous when you seek out other tutors that aren't him. oh, you like the way the organic chemistry teacher explains calculus to you? ok...! I guess you want him to kill himself, then! :))) he tries so hard to win the idgaf war everytime he sees you watching said channel on youtube during your shared study sessions, but he slides down the door in utter agony the moment he enters his dorm. that should have been him !! he deserves to have a slowburn, academic rivals to lovers (excluding the part where he is batshit insane <3) 204k words love story with you where in the end you willingly become his captive in his basement !! and he can't even be normal for once and just approach like a sane being to say, "hey, I can tutor you instead, lol." NO. he obtains an olympic medal from the amount of mental gymnastics he does just to nudge your mind into considering the idea of him tutoring you.

he begins to schedule your study sessions back at his dorm wherein instead of pulling out the lecture slides and listening to the organic chemistry tutor on youtube, you're forced to resort to the medieval method of pulling out a textbook while you're forced to listen to alhaitham drone on because for some mysterious reason, the wifi in his dorm stopped working. you grumble and verbally complain about his probable broke ass forgetting to pay the bills but really, he just cut the wires off just for this moment :/. kaveh's gonna have a meltdown when he comes home to no wifi, too. and all this for what? blockussy (blockmate ussy)? alhaitham, listen to your friends you're being unreasonable right now. alhaitham !!

he's always always ALWAYS partnered up with you in duo works or at the very least, placed in the same groups. he'd always act like it happened because of pure chance but if you take a glimpse at his phone's dms you'd see the death threats he's been sending to his peers and professors alike :/. and it's not even typed in a fed up way with incorrect punctuations nor does it include any slangs - it reads as an email. formal and straight to the point. yeesh.

<3: after every written midterm or final exam, your sheet of paper always go mysteriously missing and you always shrug it off because who gaf about a damned piece of paper that only caused you misery. but alhaitham does. he always collects your exam papers so that he can paste it on the walls of his room, and it'll be the first thing that his eyes settle on the moment he enters. it makes him incredibly proud to see your high marks every single time, he can't help but feel pride in his chest (he thinks he's part of the team 😭😭), especially if it was a subject he tutored you on. but more than anything, he just loves the way intellect looks so good on you. and it would be somewhat sweet if he didn't take your exam papers without your knowledge and if he stopped nutting on them every time he gets worked up :/.

ayato:

(coercion)

ayato traps you into a relationship within less than a month of knowing him 😞💔. your first meeting was probably preconstructed, too. maybe you two stumbled into each other amidst a busy street or reached for the same book in a secluded store - a supposed meet-cute in your eyes but it quickly becomes a horror story because he has your routine and behavioral pattern memorized and noted down in his phone just so he can plan ahead. he manages to coerce you into a date the same day you two met, and you're left wondering if it's his charisma or you've just been intimidated into giving him a chance. either way, you end up having more casual dates in the span of two (2) weeks until one day a friend of yours sends you an article link. your blood runs cold when you see the headline and a familiar picture of a date with him underneath it - what do you mean conglomerate heir??? ayato?? relationship???? in a fit of panic, you end up spamming his dms and he'd have the gall to try and act sad, saying shit like, "oh, wow :(((. that's crazy :(( so sorry this happened to you because of me! might as well commit, right? :<" but secretly giggling twirling his hair and kicking feet from the fruition of his plan. asshole.

loves sharing his boba drink with you to have his indirect kisses. what's yours is his and what's his is yours, or whatever he droned on about. plus, it's a combination of two of his favorite things, after all - boba tea and you <33. he'd just bring the straw near your lips and look at you with his signature close-eyed smile as he gently tells you to try out this new boba tea flavor (a lie, it's always the same flavor) he got. he'd insist and insist, causing you to crumble under the pressure of him as you reluctantly sip from the straw. and he always looks so euphoric after sipping the same straw you just done seconds prior. freaky. his day is genuinely ruined if you don't drink from his boba tea at least once.

ayato detests it when he has to have people keep tabs on you, so he tries to prevent this by just... making you stick to him 24/7 :). it's so, so awkward when he's in a board meeting and you're literally next to him playing fuckass blockblast on your phone, all uninterested in their businesspilled businessmaxxing strategies. you'd rather be anywhere but here, sigh. you often catch middle-aged men eyeing you from the corner of their eyes probably wondering who got your random ass here (they don't know it's ayato kamisato </3).

lumine:

(non-consensual touching, freakazoid lumine, taking advantage of someone under the influence of alcohol, spit)

oh brother, someone get her off the stage !!!! wherever you go, she follows, or whatever that bruno mars song says, but she takes it literally. whenever you're enlisting your college subjects for the term, trust she'll be all up in your messages begging and begging for you to send your schedule so she can match yours to a T. it's practically an unspoken rule in your college that the seat next to you is lumine's seat and the other side has to remain empty or else she'll tweak the fuck out. should the lectures end early, lumine will drag you to spend your free time in the campus cafe or library while waiting for your next class. she literally hounds you like a guard dog to ensure no one will approach you.

<3: lumine always goads you into joining her in sorority parties just for two (2) reasons: to kiss you silly while you're inebriated enough to not remember it the following day and to spit in your alcoholic drink while you're unaware. the night starts off fun despite your initial refusal - beer pong, shot tricks with lumine, playing uno, watching that hu tao girl do a cannonball from the house's roof - it's all so.. amusing. you've just survived your finals. lumine and you deserve this night of enjoying your youth, even more so when she brings out the hard liquor with no chaser provided to soothe the burning sensation of alcohol. so it's no wonder how and why you got so drunk in just a few shots in. it's no wonder, too, when you end up in a secluded bathroom away from the life of the party with someone's tongue being shoved down your throat all while grinding into you - aiming to devour you whole with the hunger of a starving beast. you don't remember much; you never do. but particular honey eyes are starting to become familiar for reasons you don't want to entertain... lumine would never, right? but this happens again and again and again until you're left with no choice but to stop going to parties altogether.

lumine and her big fuckass bug eyes love to stare. that's all she did when she met you the first time during freshman year - stare. Ever since then, she'd shown her more extroverted, loud, silly nature, but sometimes she reverts back to her old habits and just stares at you for hours on end with not a single word uttered. admittedly, it's unnerving at times since the only thing (err, person) she stares at when she gets quiet is you. her eyes trail after your every movement, her gaze lapping up every visible inch of you. you get fed up and jokingly slap her back, and she snaps out of her trance with a sheepish chuckle. how silly of her!

<3: whenever lumine visits your dorm, she'd make sure your roommate is out for the night (if lumine had it her way, she'd be your roommate) and that she conveniently forgot to check the weather because now it's pouring outside and shows no signs of stopping soon. oh, woe is her! she looks so stressed and sad, too - how will she get home at this rate!? and with the kindness in your heart, you step in to offer sharing your bed with her. you don't even get to finish your sentence before she's enthusiastically agreeing with your offer. in the wake of the night, nestled in your cramped bed with no space left between the two of you, lumine patiently waits until you are lulled into the embrace of slumber. when she sees the slow rise and fall of your chest is when she reaches out a tentative hand to grope your breast through the thin fabric of your tank top. you're not wearing any bra. lumine bites her lip to prevent a moan from escaping. this is always her favorite part when she stays the night. she gropes, fondles, and squeezes - lumine just can't enough. she literally never sleeps because she's too busy gooning over you all night.

furina:

( manipulation, s*lf-harm, guilt-tripping, unhealthy relationships, dependency)

when you're in a cringefail losergirl yet still clinically insane competition but your opponent is furina de fontaine, global superstar of teyvat, with 60 million followers across all platforms who also happens to be a massive freak when no one's looking: :(

furina is deranged in a way that's akin to rising tides. you let her get away with miniscule, inconspicuous acts at the beginning until slowly but surely, as the water reaches your knees, you're now actively enabling her toxic tendencies under the guise of not wanting to upset sweet, sweet furina. she attaches quick. a week ago, she'd be subtly overstaying her welcome in your cozy apartment, then the following week, you just open your door to see her with bags packed, fully expecting you to accommodate her out of the blue. it's scary living alone, she'd explain, with stalkers and whatnot. but bitch, what about YOUUUU?? you're literally inviting THEE stalker into your house; wake up !!! if she has stalkers, and you (unknowingly) have a stalker.... then who's driving the bus? 😳😳

furina's admittedly a bad roommate when it comes to chores due to her status and schedule as a celebrity. oftentimes, when it's her schedule to wash the dishes or vacuum the living room, there's an 80% chance it's unfulfilled because of how busy it is. it's various small accumulations of errors until an incident happens that breaks the camel's back. you get fed up, and you two have a massive fight because of it, which ends in you walking out of the apartment, and in a fit of anger, telling her to pack her bags to move out. furina's knees buckle to the floor and just starts spiraling, genuinely. you come back to bloody floors and furina's wrists sliced repeatedly all while crying hysterically with a knife in her hands. your blood runs ice cold, burning the flames of what was once anger as you rush to her aid. 'i'm so, so sorry', you'd whisper out as you rock her back and forth. through garbled words, furina would then tell you, 'it won't happen again, I promise. just don't make me leave you, please.' because it's a fate worse than death in her eyes.

emilie:

(murder, mentioned masturbation, minor implication of s*icide, armpit, smell kink...)

<3: you once slept over at emilie's house and brought over your perfume since she was curious about what brand you use. while you were showering, emilie took the limited time she had to masturbate and, to the best of her abilities, shoved her bodily fluids into your favorite perfume :(( like girl, where's the decorum... you come out of the shower and don't even bat an eye to the unusual subtle flush on her cheeks (oh wow, is that a new blush shade on you, emilie? adorbs!) or how your perfume moved to a completely different location from where you put it. pure of heart, dumb of ass. you're dying first in a horror movie.

on a similar note, emilie eventually convinces you into letting her make your perfumes for you. it starts off in small mentions and passing comments of, 'oh, I can easily replicate this perfume's scent, you know?' or, 'hmm, try this sample I made instead.' until you're dragged into her perfume hole and now you must wear the perfumes she specially concocted herself and avoid brands like the plague OR ELSE you'll find her lodging a pistol up to her mouth because what's the point of living if you don't even like the most intimate form of love she can express - scents and perfumes.

<3: SHE HAS A SMELL KINK OKAY.... 😭😭 hear me out.. or don't, damn... but she loves sniffing every part of your body, it's genuinely her biggest turn on which is why she steals your panties for the sole purpose of huffing them like drugs. this is the chanel coco mademoiselle of her world !! she'll even take the bras and t-shirts you've worn because that means it has your body scent on it, awww! <3 and should she be given the chance, she'd definitely huff at your armpits. :(

emilie has definitely killed for you before, and yes, she did get away with it. with her other profession as a forensic cleaner and her connection with chevreuse in the police force, it's practically like taking candy from a baby - unbearably easy. she would lament the corrupt justice system of her country, butttt it benefits her as of this moment so :/ winners love winning. rip bozo, though!

albedo:

(fantasies, mention of dr*gs, smoking, and alcohol)

his biggest fantasy is you ruining his life. the thought of him, an up-and-coming prodigal STEM college student who's predicted to create research breakthroughs the moment he graduates - for all that potential to be thrown away just because of a singular person is actually his favorite thing. he wants the two of you to be dragged down together to rock bottom until there's no way up. but then you could be a fellow honor student too, so like, how can you even ruin his life? in cases like these wherein you're more of a good influence than bad, the downfall moreso lies in the existence of you rather than the actions that you do. just... being next to you poisons albedo's mind and slowly drives him to do crazy, unhinged things. it could be in a fit of want when he impulsively knocks your head over with an object to trap you inside his cramped one-bedroom apartment or in a moment of rage where he ends up stabbing someone who got too close to you. it's in drastic actions done that takes a while for albedo to realize that he fucked himself and his studies over. and... there's a part of him that wants that. to love you so much he ruins his life in the name of you, is that not romance?

but in the event that you are indeed a perceptively bad influence on him, oh. he takes joy in joining you in activities that knowingly destroy your and your health. smoking cigarettes? teach him how to inhale without coughing it up. drinking alcohol to a concerning degree? be sure to bring some for him next time. skipping classes and neglecting your academics? he can do it for you if you want :)

he loves it. ruining his life is a joint effort between you and him.

childe:

(situationship victim childe, universe where childe isn't that freaky.. woah. i will remedy this with my next post (jk...... i think.))

<3: this man literally never fails to piss you off but the dick is too good so you put up with his trashfire attitude on a daily basis just to get laid :(. he's not even horrible in a 'jock, douchebag' way but more of a 'dog who can't leave you alone' way - he attaches himself to your side like superglue and no matter how hard you try to nudge him off, he. will. not. leave!! it's cute at first, but sometimes you turn your phone off just for an hour to be free from his spam texts. he's literally your toxic, manipulative girlfriend, I fear. you don't respond to his texts in 0.0234304 seconds, and now he can't help but worry if you're having an affair behind his back (delusion final boss). he tags you in his Instagram stories and facebook posts when the dms doesn't work and yes, you do end up responding because being outed in public because of CHILDE out of all people puts you in aura debt.

he's def your childhood friend who literally gatekeeps you from anyone that shows even a smidgen of an interest in you :(. when someone taps his shoulder the moment you're out of sight to ask for your number, childe's giving them his and when they hit 'you' up - they get insta-blocked. should an event happens where they do manage to get your number, childe will be the one to terrorize them in messages to leave you the fuck alone, they're spoken for !! even if they may not have a label on their relationship.... it's still a relationship, nonetheless !!!

childe loves cooking for you, and he genuinely crashes out if you eat takeout or try someone else's cooking. fuck off with the wanmin takeout xingqiu, that's probably poisoned. ugh, go away escoffier with your filet mignon doodoo. no, yoimiya, (y/n) doesn't want your fuckass onigiri because childe already packed them lunch !!!!!!! why is everyone so hellbent on feeding you??? childe is actually so close to bringing a pistol to college. he views them all as the ugly hag queen giving snow white the poisoned apple btw.

tells everyone around him, family and friends alike, that he's your boyfriend, which greatly contradicts your given statement because you tell everyone instead that your relationship with him is, 'just complicated'. ouch. he laughs it off outside, but he's throwing up and seething the moment he's alone. he's playing the long game here, people !! it's okay if he's not your boyfriend because he knows he'll be your husband :))) it's all in the mindset. he'll show them all when he inevitably mails them invitations to his wedding with you in a few years. yup.

kinich:

(masturbation, lowk delusion)

kinich... kinich makes a version of you and him in the sims :(. he saw it on tiktok once, and really liked the idea. and he becomes so ingrained in the sims-world version of you and him who are married, woohoos every 10 seconds, have 10 children together with a lizard named ajaw that when he attends his first class next semester he gets a whiplash at seeing you in the flesh. like, oh! he forgot that you weren't dating him and that everything was just a figment of his fantasies for a second there :)

<3: definitely used his real-life pet lizard ajaw to lure you into visiting his room, thanks ajaw! he infodumps about lizards his way into bed with you and he hits it raw with no condom whatsoever for his first time, too. #nolongervirgin. like woah... they were not familiar with kinich's game at awl.... and you end up coming back the next day because he told you he'd explain his PC specs in detail and where he got his gaming chair from like GET UP 😭😭😭

<3: HE JERKS OFF TO YOUR IN-GAME AVATARS. PUT HIM DOWN. like this isn't funny anymore, kinich is so depraved that when he plays online games with you and sees your character model, he starts masturbating while the two of you grind to defeat the enderdragon or try to escape the roblox obby. what's so sexy about 8bit pixels kinich..... and if he's this horrendous with your avatars then don't imagine how hard he's jerking off when you VC on discord with him. yikes.

chasca:

(panty stealing, mention of period and discharge)

<3: chasca loves stealing your panties whenever she manages to find an excuse to visit your house. what you don't know won't hurt you. and trust me, she loves all types of panties that you've worn, but her favorite has to be the used panties stained with either your vaginal discharge or period blood. she can never be grossed out, not when it came from your body - which is exactly why she'll reverently clean it up using her tongue as she inevitably soaks her own panties from the sheer arousal she's experiencing. listen, emilie steals your panties to sniff them - chasca steals your panties to taste your fluids; they are not twins !!

<3: on the topic of pussy... she loves eating your pussy. do not shoot the messenger. she has a oral fixation and just loves tonguing you for hours on end on the days when college isn't demanding your blood and soul. you always end up overstimulated by the time night comes, and you're just begging her to lay off your pussy and look at the fucking tiktoks you sent her !!

chasca, gatekeeper extraordinaire, always waits for you after lectures as a silent stake of claim to you. no one really bothers chasca because of quiet nature and intimidating stance which then extends to you.

xilonen:

(no warnings this is tame, there's more I want to say but-[REDACTED])

if ifa pet-traps you, then xilonen definitely parent-traps you. she just shows up to one of your scheduled hangouts with nepecha hiding behind her legs, explaining how the little girl came from a house of abuse, and expects you to agree in co-parenting her like???? i mean, yeah, you do give in but but but !!! parenting is a serious commitment, xilonen !! what if your friendship with her falls out which will then force you to stop visiting nepecha due to the awkwardness !! xilonen will look at you straight and then say in an exasperated manner, "then just, don't make it happen? ugh, stop overcomplicating things." and well... yeah, she's right actually :(. so now you're obligated to invest time and energy on your newly appointed daughter, nepecha, alongside xilonen. okay happy family.

<3: xilonen loves your tits and it's serious business for her. she worships them like a newfound religion and she even kneads your boobs like a cat and loves laying in between them when it's time to sleep while tv plays in the background. should you complain about your boobs getting sore from all her abuse and wanting the position to be switched for once, then xilonen will gladly offer hers. like, just ask :/ It's literally not that deep because she's still winning either way.

[ysljoon]

Watching and Waiting| JJK

♡pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

♡wc: 3.1k

♡genre: smut, age gap, friends to lovers (if you squint ig), non-idol au

♡ warnings: age gap (JK is 19 and reader is 23), unprotected sex, dirty talking, cumshots, noona kink

♡summary: You've known Jungkook since he was the 10 year old shy kid in the neighborhood and as the years have gone by you've continued to baby him. Now that he's older he wants to prove to you how much of a man he's become.

MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

“Hyung! Please just for this week I need you to tutor me!” Jungkook was currently pleading like his life depended on it with Namjoon to have him tutor him for his upcoming physics exam. “Dude, I’m booked out for the semester for tutoring. I already told you my cousin can help you with it.” That wasn’t what Jungkook wanted to hear at all. “Please I’ll pay you a hundred bucks just to cancel your other sessions!” Namjoon raised his eyebrow at this knowing Jungkook doesn’t even have a part-time job. “And where are you getting that money from?” Jungkook scraped his heel against the sidewalk with a pout. “From Jin Hyung…” Namjoon shook his head and sighed at the answer.

“Kook I don’t see why Y/N can’t just tutor you. She’s just as smart if not more than me. You’ll be in good hands.” He patted Jungkook’s shoulder and started to walk away from him. Jungkook slumped down on a bench and ran his hand through his hair mussing it. The main reason he didn’t want you to tutor him was because he’s had a crush on you since he was 10 years old. It was embarrassing, to say the least. He’s now 19 and you’re 23 in your first semester of your master’s program. Even though the age gap wasn’t that big you never saw him as more than just Namjoon’s youngest friend. He wanted to be able to show you he’s grown up now, but yet you still baby him. 

The first time you met Jungkook was at Namjoon’s 14th birthday party. Namjoon invited all the neighborhood kids and Jungkook was just a doe-eyed quiet kid in the cul-de-sac. When you arrived at the party, Jungkook swore his eyes started twinkling. He remembers it vividly. You were also 14 and still had braces at the time and when you walked in with a cheesy party hat and big grin ready to get the festivities started. You mingled with your family never losing that big grin. As you were sitting down eating a slice of confetti cake Namjoon brought Jungkook in tow with him and had his arm wrapped around Jungkook’s lanky frame. “Y/N, this is Jungkook! He’s new to the neighborhood so I wanted to invite him.” With frosting at the corner of your lips, you gave him a big hug. “Aww, you’re a little baby! Hi Jungkook, welcome to the neighborhood.” You pinched his cheek like you were his mom. He felt flustered from all the sudden physical touch from a girl as pretty as you. “H-hi Noona, nice to meet you.” He couldn’t even make eye contact with you. Instead, he kept his gaze focused on the blades of grass that were swaying in the wind. For the rest of the party, you didn’t pay him much mind, but he had his eyes set on you.

When Jungkook got to his freshman year of high school, you were in your senior year. He felt like now since he was a teenager you would pay more attention to him. He was so wrong. You had a boyfriend at the time named Yoongi that he was not very fond of. Jungkook still has the memory of Min Yoongi fondling you and a hand up your skirt behind the science building during lunch break seared into his brain. He wanted that to be him instead. The relationship had a good run for a high school relationship (it lasted 9 months). Those 9 months were agonizing for Jungkook. He had found out about the breakup when he was over at Namjoon’s after school to play video games and you came bursting through the door with mascara running down your cheeks. You had explained to Joon how Yoongi broke up with you out of the blue through broken sobs as you clung to him. Jungkook felt terrible for how happy he was at the time knowing that that obstacle was out of the way for him. 

At your graduation, Jungkook showed up with the rest of your family to watch you and Namjoon walk across the stage and start your endeavors as college students. At the end of the ceremony when your parents were taking pictures of the three of you together you gave Jungkook a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for coming, Kookie, it means a lot.” He still has the picture framed on his desk of that day. He finally thought you were starting to acknowledge him.

Now he’s at the same college as you and there has been no progress for him. Sighing he was scrolling on his phone waiting for Jin to pick him up from campus since he didn’t own a car yet. A sudden vibration to his phone let him know he had just gotten a text message. It was a message from you.

Y/N Noona: hey kookie! Joon let me know you needed a physics tutor. Let me know when you’re available and you can just come over to my place so I can see what you need help with.

Y/N Noona: p.s. I won’t charge you like Joon would 😉

Jungkook’s hands were clammy just from reading the texts. He’s never been to your apartment. Every time you guys hung out it was at Joon’s place. His heart was beating out of his chest.

Jeon Baby: thx noona can I come over tomorrow at 3 pm? I won’t be there too long I just need to review for the final exam.

Jungkook cringed at his message. He felt it was too formal for you. He stuck his phone in his pocket and tried his best to ignore it even though a single vibration from it would feel like the phone was burning his pockets. Jin pulled up right next to the curb and Jungkook jumped in and put on his seatbelt silently. He could see from the corner of his eye that Jin was scrutinizing him for some reason.

“Dude, why are your ears so red? Are you embarrassed to be picked up by your hyung all of a sudden?” Jin’s voice started to rise and Jungkook needed to find a way to diffuse the situation quickly before Jin’s mouth could start going a mile a minute.

“It’s nothing dude stop being weird! You know I’m grateful for all the rides you give me, calm down.” Junkook huffs in his seat and looks out the window. He hates when Jin antagonizes him.

Once Jin pulled into the driveway Jungkook bolted out before the car came to a full stop and charged upstairs. He locked himself in his bedroom and started to do all the things he could do to make himself look better. He took a long shower and washed his hair with the shampoo you’d complimented him on before. He shaved any stubble that was growing in and even put on teeth-whitening strips and a sheet mask. He wanted to look perfect for you tomorrow. Tomorrow was not gonna be an ordinary day, it was going to be the day he could finally show you he’s a man. ‘Kookie’ is a side of him that doesn’t exist anymore and it’s only Jungkook now.

Once night came Jungkook tossed and turned in his bed, his body filled with anticipation. His mind raced going through all the scenarios that could possibly happen tomorrow. He didn’t know how you would react if he were to make advances towards you and as much as Jungkook would put on a brave face, he would be shattered if you couldn’t reciprocate back. 

As Jungkook was finally able to calm his mind and start to drift off to sleep his phone vibrated. He snatched it from under his pillow and his heart almost leaped out of his chest when he saw it was a text from you. You never text him this late. Jungkook looked at his clock to confirm what time it currently was and it was a quarter till midnight. His hands started to get damp as he swiped the notification to see what you said.

Y/N Noona: hey kookie! my noon appointment got cancelled if you wanna fill that spot but if that time doesn’t work then we can stick with 3 pm

Jungkook was slightly disappointed that you were texting him solely because of the tutoring session.

Jeon Baby: sounds good noona i’ll see you at 12! goodnight. 

Y/N Noona: goodnight kook! 🥱 i’ll treat you to lunch tomorrow depending on how well you do during our session!! 😉

Jungkook couldn’t help but grin at your use of emojis it was so cute to him. He adjusted his alarm and finally let himself sleep.

Jungkooks nerves were through the roof he woke up hours before his alarm. The sliver of sun that was rising and peeking through his window was enough to have him wide awake and staring at his ceiling. He decided to just give up and scroll on his phone to kill time until he needed to get ready for his tutor session.

He stared at himself in the mirror one last time as he spritzed his cologne to make sure he looked presentable for you. He threw on a gray tracksuit set with the zipper zipped far enough down that you could see the thin gold chain he had and the tight tank top he put on that accentuated every muscle in his chest and abs. His hair was tousled just enough with mousse to accentuate the waves in his hair.

Jungkook trotted down the stairs and waited by the front door where Jin was, busy twiddling his keys in his hand.

“You look awfully nice for what’s supposed to be just a tutoring session. You have a date after or something?” Jin sized up Jungkook once, to fully observe what he was wearing. “You could call it something like that, hyung.” Jin just scoffs and opens the door without regarding Jungkook.

The car ride was short since you live about 10 minutes away, but Jungkook voted against walking to your place since he didn’t want to be sweaty as soon as he got there. Jin pulled up into the parking lot of your apartment complex. “Text me when you’re done or let me know if Y/N is gonna drive you back home. Also please actually try and pay attention.” Jungkook squinted at his hyung’s comment. “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means actually listening to what Y/N is teaching you instead of ogling. I know how you get around her.” Jungkooks cheeks flush and he starts to look at every spot in the car except for where Jin is sitting. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about dude.” “Well anyone with eyes would know what I’m talking about.” Jungkook scoffs and gets out of the car without giving any further comments to Jin.

He raises his hand to your front door to knock and the door swings open before his knuckle can connect with the wood. “Kook! You made it/ Come in, come in!” Your excitement about his presence makes his heart swell with happiness. His eyes raked over your body and your outfit was enough to make him chub up a bit in his pants. It wasn’t even a sexy outfit, but because you’re wearing it it’s the sexiest thing Jungkook has ever laid his eyes on. You’re wearing black sweatpants and a thin white tank top that was clearly a size too small that pushed your cleavage together in the most perfect way and gave him a peek at the black bra you were wearing. “Noona, are we gonna study in the living room or your room?” Jungkook piped up as he watched you scurry to the kitchen and get a bottle of water for him. “Oh, usually I do the living room for my students, but you’re not just any student so we can just do it in my room to keep it relaxed!” You usher him upstairs and he smirks that he’s so easily getting you in the position that he wants you to be.

The lesson started 30 minutes ago, and for 20 out of the 30 minutes, Jungkook has been distracted. Your lips look so soft and plush and he can’t help but think about how they would look wrapped around him. “Jungkook? Are you even listening to me?” Your eyebrows are furrowed and your lips are pouty. You look so fucking cute right now. “I am Noona I swear. Can we take a 10 minute break though? My brain is getting tired.” You closed the book and obliged him. “Sure Kookie>” You gave him such a kind smile, but he couldn’t help but grimace. “Noona can you not call me that anymore? It makes me feel like a baby.” “Aw Kookie, but you’re my baby.” You pinched his cheek, and within the next beat, you were suddenly flipped over with your back pressed against the bed and Jungkook on top of you with him pinning your hands above your head. You looked up at him with bewildered eyes. 

“Kook, w-what’s go-” His smirking at this current predicament sends shivers down your spine. “Noona, I’m a man now, and I want to be treated like one. You can’t look at me anymore and see the scrawny little boy I used to be. I’ve grown up so well don’t you think?” His breath fanned the shell of your ear and caused goosebumps to rise on your skin. “C'mon, noona let me show you how well I’ve grown up. Will you let me?” He took his hand and swept away some of the stray hair across your forehead. Your mind was reeling at everything happening so fast, but the dry spell you’ve had for the past 6 months has you nodding and Jungkook’s proposition before you think twice. “Aw noona I wanna hear you. I want to hear you say you want me.” His grin was devious. “I want you Jungkook please.” 

This spurred him into action immediately. His lips were on the column of your neck in no time and the kisses he left were sloppy and wet and the way his hands gripped your waist had you bucking into his touch to get more. His hands traveled under your shirt and bra to grip your tits. The way his chain was dangling in your face and his fingers rolled your nipples with the perfect amount of pressure was dizzying. Hearing your whimpers just spurred him on more. “Noona don’t I make you feel so good? I touch you in all the right places and I have your body begging for my touch more and more.” His fingers trailed down into your sweatpants and he yanked them down in a single quick motion. Feeling so exposed you started to desperately unzip his hoodie and clutch onto his tank top to signal him to take it off.

“Aw noona you’re so needy. Tell me what you want and I’ll make you feel so much better.” His cooing made your body hot from embarrassment, but you cared more about cumming at this point than your dignity. “F-fuck Kook, I want you to finger me or just fuck me at this point. I don’t care! I just wanna cum please.” His eyes darkened after hearing your pleas. “I can arrange for that to happen baby don’t you worry.” Two of his fingers reached into your core ever so slowly and it was agonizing feeling him take his time. The way they pumped in and out had you crying for release. The sight of your tears had Jungkook sneering. “Like I said, tell me what you want noona the tears won’t help your case.” He ran his thumb across your cheek to sweep away the stray tear. “I can’t take it anymore please fuck me!” That’s all Jungkook needed to hear. 

He yanked off his sweatpants and boxers in a rush and lined himself up with your hole in seconds. He teased you with the head of his cock by just barely pressing into your cunt. Watching your cunt weep around the tip of his cock had him groaning. Jungkook was by no means small and just seeing his length had you holding your breath for what was about to come. “Noona you gotta relax for me so I don’t hurt you.” His tone was the softest it’s been since the start of this encounter. You nodded and tried to relax your body and as soon as you felt that mind-numbing pressure start to build in your core you tensed again. The squeeze of your cunt around Jungkook’s length had him gripping onto your hips to try and stabilize himself. “D-don’t do that or else I’m gonna cum now.” 

Once he was sheathed deep inside you his thrusts started to get stronger and stronger. Yours and Jungkook’s moans mixed with the sounds of his balls clapping your ass and your tits slapping together from the sheer force of how hard he was fucking you had you drooling. All composure was lost. “Noona I know you love the way I fuck you. Nobody else can make you feel as good as I do. All those other guys out there would just waste your time. I’m everything you need and more noona. Say it! I wanna hear you say you don’t need anybody else but me.” Jungkook’s possessiveness made your pussy leak from arousal. “F-fuck Jungkook you’re all I need! You fuck me so good and no other guy could fuck as g-good as you.” Jungkook was as smug as ever now. “Damn right.” His thrusts got rougher and his fingers rubbed your clit at an intoxicating pace. “Kook f-fuck I’m about to cum!” “Me too noona. Where do you want it?” “On my tits.” You were gasping to get the words out with how worked up you were. The moans you released as you rode out your orgasm were pornographic, Jungkook grunted as he painted you with his release. 

The two of you just lay there in silence for a few minutes without even making eye contact. Where is there to go from here? You look over and Jungkook has a wide grin on his face and you quirk your eyebrow at his unexpected behavior. “Do you think I’ve grown up well enough noona? Did I finally prove it to you?” His words caused you to giggle. “You grew up so very well kookie. I think you deserve to be treated to some lunch.” You planted a gentle kiss on his cheek and seeing his face flush caused your heart to skip a beat.

[starry-boyz]

svsss modern au where shen jiu becomes self aware and realizes that they’re in a romcom world.

it’s not a slow realization, more of a sudden awareness and then suddenly everything around him made so much more sense. all of the kissing couples he’s had to walk around on rainy days, the dramatic declarations of love that would occur in the office, the sheer number of bumbling, new interns who would trip and drop documents at the feet of important senior workers, etc.

shen jiu has a crisis about this for approximately two days before slapping himself and being reassured about the fact that he is, in fact, not romcom couple potential. he’s what some have called “a bitch from hell” and he is proud of it. his family is incredibly wealthy yet thankfully completely clean in all the ways that matter. he will be safe from the romcom machinations that his world runs on even if it tries to drag him in kicking and screaming. and he went on with his days content with his distance from it all.

he did not account for shen yuan—his dearest, idiot twin brother.

he should have accounted for shen yuan.

because his brother, lovable despite how much of a bumbling, foul mouthed fool he was, was the perfect material for a modern day romcom. and perhaps shen jiu was an even bigger fool for not realizing it until danger was imminent.

and then liu qingge, famous mma fighter, his nemesis, meets shen yuan and shen jiu just barely holds himself back from ripping the man’s throat out with a combination of his teeth and sheer force of will when the brute’s face erupts into a red flush the moment he makes eye contact with shen yuan.

the shrill, inhuman noise that escaped his mouth in that moment was enough of a distraction for him to be able to grab shen yuan and drag them both to the relative safety of his apartment.

it’s then that shen jiu swears to never let shen yuan get dragged into the machinations of this romcom world, especially not when it wants to bind his twin to that idiot of a brute known as liu qingge.

it really is a shame that the world never listened to shen jiu’s wishes.

because no matter how much he tries to keep the two of them apart from one another, liu qingge somehow ends up meeting with shen yuan at least once a day. it’s maddening enough to drive shen jiu into a stress induced tea-brewing session that shen yuan said tasted bitter—border-lining on burnt.

it’s only when shen yuan starts blushing around the brute as well that shen jiu decides that extreme measures needs to be taken. it comes in the form of the trio of high schoolers that shen yuan has been tutoring: ming fan, ning yingying, and luo binghe.

after much persuasion and bribery (mostly bribery) the three agreed to join him in his mission to keep the two apart.

only, any attempt at foiling the budding romance only seems to spur it on more??? the world seems to be twisting their attempted sabotage into a romantic gesture/opportunity???

putting random, disgusting ingredients in the coffee that shen yuan made for liu qingge? shen yuan trips, spills it on the brute’s shirt, and it leads to them going on a semi-date where shen yuan buys the brute a new shirt.

replacing the rare book that liu qingge was going to gift to shen yuan with fifty shades of grey? shen yuan was thrilled to be able to tear it apart with words and later on with an actual fucking sword that liu qingge just had apparently.

the trio of minions he’s recruited had apparently had their own romcom situations happening in the background with him being none the wiser. (luo binghe attached himself ferociously to an older student named gongyi xiao, ming fan found himself in a rivals-to-lovers situation with liu qingge’s apprentice yang yixuan, and ning yingying found herself being seduced by liu qingge’s sister because of course she did)

shen jiu feels like he’s going insane.

and amongst all of this insanity, it genuinely threw shen jiu for a loop when he found his heart begin to thump when he reunites with his childhood friend, yue qi, who went from a cute and dependable older friend to a handsome man and oh fuck—

[hhrtfelt]

💐 — I’m just a girl…

awkward/lover boy travis x oblivious reader

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you and travis had a well established friendship… relationship? who knows. friends since middle school, you guys would always tell each other everything, but it always felt like there was something he wouldn’t tell you or he would sometimes ignore you the whole day, sitting alone at lunch while u stood behind him and slightly tugged at his shirt sleeve to sit with you.

(he really just had feelings for you and was a total drama queen about it.)

travis was always a closed off person and often avoided human contact as much as possible. he could be a complex person sometimes but it just takes a while to get to know him to understand him better.

most people just think he’s weird or only know him by the title flex (which he absolutely hates) or just ‘the coaches son’, which is better than flex. he’s okay with not being one of the most popular people there. after all, he really had all he needed, someone he could lean on, decent grades, and a friend that could double as a tutor! (you are the ‘tutor’ in question) what else could he need?

ever since you to met back in 5th grade, he’s had feelings for you, but he knew you were a bit.. hard in the head? and it took a while for you to understand certain feelings, so he just didn’t even try to confess.

he did try to make some moves though, like holding your hand for a bit longer than normal, sharing rations of food, hugs lasting a big more longer and he tried his best to make them feel more passionate, to maybe be a hint that he feels something for you.

he was always scared you didn’t feel the same way, but he also knew it wasn’t totally impossible because you were really never involved in any guy drama or have ever had any crushes from 5th grade all the way to your sophomore year in high school. he always found it weird because he thought this was the women’s ‘peak’ of crushes but he never spoke on it.

he is very insecure and very careful on everything that he does that involves you. he tries to not make things awkward but it’s in his nature. any conversation could quickly become awkward, but also quickly revive with how fast topics flow when he’s around you. you to could talk about anything for hours and he would never get bored. he cannot hold eye contact to save his life though. he’s always looking down at something or looking away, and if he is able to look you in the eye it’s because he either is fidgeting with a pencil or just a random rubber band.

like stated, he’s tried multiple times to try to get the hints accorded that he has some sort of feelings.

“oh, hey, [reader]. you look pretty today…” he mumbled as he scratched the back of his neck, watching you sit down next to him with a smile on your face.

“oh, thank you travis! i tried some new things today.” you said, putting a loose strand of hair behind your ear as u got your stuff out of ur bag, waiting for class to start.

during this same class, he would make moves by moving his seat closer to your, interlocking his pinky with yours for a slight second before quickly moving his hand away and acting like nothing happened.

“what was that?” you whispered towards him as your hand moved to your desk.

“what are you talking about…? literally nothing happened?” he mumbled as he looked at you for a slight second before turning his head away, attempting to dismiss your worries.

Part 2 is uploaded!

[novvabee]

could you do one where there’s a girl who is really good, like REALLY good at divination and stuff, and meets the mauraders

hi love! this is so cute, it is a tad bit different from your ask but, here it is ❤️ i hope it fits your vision

She's Divine

Summary: poly!marauders x divination loving reader cw: swearing like once, predetermined poly relationship word count: 1.8k

“Y/N!” you heard Sirius sing throughout the common room. You were cozied up in one of the corners with a book you’ve been dying to read on the works and uses of prophecies. You finally had a moment of time, and now it was being interrupted, great.

“Yes Sirius,” you sighed, closing your book and looking up at him from where he stood. He smiled down at you and you knew you were going to be pulled into whatever scheme he was planning.

He batted his eyes down at you, smiling sweetly as he asked “Would you do me a small, well, bigger than small favor?”

“What kind of favor?” you asked, narrowing your eyes in suspicion. 

“Well, remember that assignment that was due last week? The one for divination?” he recalled.

“Yes?” you say, becoming annoyed.

“Well…” He trailed off.

“You didn’t do it?” you guessed, it would be just like Sirius to ask you to do his homework, even a week later.

He cocked his head and smiled. “How did you know? You must be psychic or something.”

You rolled your eyes in answer. Of course you didn’t want to help him with this. It was on a topic you learned last week, palmistry, and you had already moved on to dream interpretations. 

“Oh come on,” he grovelled, “you know I’m shit at divination, and you’re the top of the class. Just think about it as if you’re tutoring me.”

You rolled your eyes yet again, your book will just have to wait until later. “Fine,” you said, “sit.”

He sat in the armchair next to yours, throwing off his bag full of textbooks. He looked at you intently, on his best behavior as not to piss you off and tell him to do the assignment himself.

“Ok,” you started, “give me your hand.”

He obeyed your command and gave you his right hand. You took it in both of yours, pulling him closer to get a better view. You twisted it around to get the perfect lighting and make sure you didn’t miss any marks.

“Ok well, these little marks are ‘witch marks’ indicating that magic runs through your bloodlines but… that’s obvious, almost everyone in this school has them. However, you have quite a lot of them, meaning you come from a long line of magic.”

He nodded along seeming interested in what you had to say.

“Then this one here,” you said pointing to a deep line slashing through the bottom of his hand, “this one is the lifeline, it is pretty average, meaning you will live to a normal age but, it’s split. This probably means that your life will change in a drastic way.” you explained.

Sirius was listening, but he wasn’t listening. He was just staring at you, smiling. His hands were warm, soft. You were beginning to feel his stare.

“Do you want me to keep going?” you asked, not knowing if he was really listening to what you were saying, not taking any of it in. He was definitely not going to do well on this project.

“Yes please!” He said, dreamily. “I could listen to you talk all day.”

You giggled, squeezing his hand in between yours. “Is this just another way of flirting or do you really need help with this assignment?” you asked with a grin.

“Why can’t it be both?” he replied.

You shook your head but continued on reading his palm. “This one is the heart line. It stops right before your middle finger, which means you have difficulty expressing your emotions to those you love. It feathers out quite a bit, I think this may mean you’ll have many lovers in your life.” you said jokingly. This was obvious to you of course, Sirius shared his love three ways already between you, James and Remus.

“Lucky me,” he muttered, smirking over at you and winking.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

“Hello sunshine.” you heard from beside you. Your attention snapped up to James making his way up to where you were sat under a shady oak tree in the gardens of the castle. It was a lovely day and you decided to take full advantage of the rare sunny weather. You were still on the book about the works and uses of prophecies, not finding the time to finish it.

“Hello James,” you said, smiling up at the tall, bespeckled figure. “What can I help you with?”

“Nothing at all!,” he answered. “Actually, I saw something in Hogsmeade and thought you would like it.”

“A present?” you asked, pretending to be shocked. In reality, it was very much like James to grab something for you while out in the town. He did it fairly often, always bringing you back candies or trinkets.

He chuckled and said “Close your eyes.”

You listened to him, shutting your eyes and holding out your hands for him to set the present in. You felt something hard and cold placed in your cupped hands. You didn’t peek until you heard him say you could look.

You opened your eyes to see a small amethyst tower laying on its side. You gasped and looked up at James. “Thank you!” you exclaimed. “I need to put one under my pillow! I’ve been sleeping awful lately.” you explained.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, sitting down next to you under the tree, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He traced his fingers along your upper arm in a sweet and comforting way. “Bad dreams?”

“Sorta.” you answered, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Well, what are they about? Sometimes it’s good to talk about them and analyze them.” he explained.

You looked at him sideways “Yes James, I too take divination.” you answered him sarcastically.

“Exactly! You should know that better than anyone else!” he chuckled.

“Fine, fine,” you laughed. “They're mostly about interplanetary rivalries, you know, Venus and Jupiter. And all the placements growing closer to conjunction, causing all sorts of chaos and interesting events here on Earth. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

He blinked at you. “No idea. I know about half of the words you just said.”

You laughed and shoved him gently. “Well that was no help, Potter.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

You were finally settling down, opening your book to the chapter you had left off on. You didn’t make it two seconds before you felt a presence beside you. You thought you would be safe in the library, you thought wrong.

You turned to see Remus setting up some parchment and his quill. He smiled at you and continued. You thought that maybe he would be engrossed in his work and maybe leave you to your reading. You were wrong.

“Hey Y/N, you have a moment?” he leaned over and whispered.

You shut your book yet again, looking over to him to continue.

“You read runes right?” he asked, still quiet as not to disturb the studying students around you both.

You nodded. “Yeah, I got an Outstanding in my OWLS.”

His face lit up as he said, “Great, well, I was wondering if you would be willing to tudor some students in my study group. There’s a few kids taking rune reading for the first time and they said they needed some help, so I wanted to ask the expert.” You suspected he was laying on the compliments to make you say yes to tutoring some younger years.

You laughed off his flattery, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Well, I am no expert, not yet at least,” you said, “But I can help any way I can.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank you so much, Y/N. I really will owe you.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

When you agreed to help tutor for Remus, you didn’t expect two of the pupils to be both James and Sirius. They sat there, textbooks open and puzzled looks smeared across their faces. You didn’t mind terribly, they were your boyfriends after all, perhaps they would thank you with more presents and sweets. 

You figured Remus roped you into tutoring them because he did not have the patience for teaching both boys with the shortest attention span in probably the while school..

You helped them with a few assignments that they couldn’t quite grasp. Both boys struggled with rune reading, tarot card reading, and naval chart reading. You did your best to help walk them through it, but after about an hour, you could tell they were becoming frustrated with it all.

“But I’m a Scorpio,” Sirius said, “I was born in November.”

“I know that Sirius, but that is your sun sign.” you tried to explain. “There are many more signs. For example, your moon sign which is in Taurus.” 

“Ugh, this is stupid!” Sirius said, frustrated and tired.

“Honestly, divination is pretty much useless nowadays, it’s not even reliable, there is no proof it’s real.” James chimed in.

You were taken back by their comments. “Just because you two don’t automatically excel in it, doesn’t mean that it is stupid or useless.” you said, hurt that they felt that way about something you were very passionate about, something you loved and were good at, something you wanted to make into a career. You knew that a lot of people didn’t take divination seriously, that it was considered somewhat of an old wives tale. But you didn’t think that the boys, the people you thought cared about you the most, would think your passions were so miniscule and not as important as their own. 

“W-we didn’t mean it like that,” James said, starting to back peddle. “We just mean, we’re not good at it so…”

“So you think it’s stupid?” you ask.

“No!” James says, becoming pink in the face, not enjoying the outcome of this conversation at all.

“Don't listen to them,” you heard Remus say, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side, seeing that you were hurt and wanting to comfort you a little. “They’re just upset that they have to finally work hard at a form of magic.”

It’s true, James and Sirius both were incredible wizards, it came easy to them. You often thought that they were just made of magic, that they didn’t ever have to try in any of their classes. 

“I might not be able to transfigure a barrel into a slipper on my first try, but you definitely couldn’t explain the difference between quartz and tigers eye and their respective uses.” you say to them.

“That’s why we want your help, Y/N. You know this doesn’t come easy to us. And to you, you're just so in tune with it, it’s like you have this rare, secret talent for it.” Sirius says. You’re still offended, but the compliments were helping.

“We don’t know how you do it, honestly.” Added James.

“Fine… I’ll still help you,” you said, they smiled apologetically at you. “But you have to do all my history of magic papers for the rest of the month.”

Sirius groaned but agreed, saying that it wouldn’t be too hard, just take a lot of time.

“Ok fine, but you have to teach us ovomancy and capnomancy too.” James bargained.

“Deal,” you said happily, excited to share your knowledge with the boys.

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Running to be ur first ask bc this is all so delicious I'm holding back I fear

House rivals (or enemies to lovers, whatever is easier)

Smut, maybe dabbles of angst

“I know every sound you make. Every spot that makes you shiver. Don’t pretend I don’t still own you.”

"You keep coming back. You don't want closure—you want me to make you feel again."

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𓂃 𓈒𓏸 Feel Again.

Short Summary: You can’t let him go, can’t forget him. Tom knows and thrives on it.

Warnings: 18+ only! rough sex, manipulative!Tom, toxic!Tom, unprotected p in v, hair pulling, impact play, degradation, praise, creampie, cum play

A/N: ahhh my first fic for my event!!! (This is really long. I can’t write under 1k words, I fear—which will probably become a problem.) Thank you so much for requesting, @juliet-017!!! I hope you enjoy and ilysm!! <3

wordcount: 1,8k

In this fic, you will find HINT NR #1.

You leave Dumbledore’s office with a heavy sigh, fingers clenched tightly around the note he’s given you—and as soon as you’re back in your dorm, you cast Incendio on the paper.

He must really hate you, damn it.

Pairing you for tutoring lessons with Tom Riddle. Slytherin’s know-it-all, prefect, head boy, every professor’s favourite student… Merlin, a shiver runs down your spine at the mere thought of having to spend another two hours with him—especially when it’s Ancient Runes he is going to be helping you with.

You still question to this day why on earth you decided to choose it as an elective. However, back then, when you heard Tom would be doing it—you just couldn’t resist. You thought it’d be easy to beat him, to finally show him he wasn’t as intelligent as he thought. Coming from the Muggle world surely meant he would have a disadvantage, and you’d just study hard the summer before, using the countless ancient books in your home’s library to get familiar with the topics covered in the first year.

Now, it all played out just a little bit differently.

A tiny bit.

Turns out you shouldn’t have underestimated Tom Riddle, because obviously he is a natural at it. Translates and identifies the runes in seconds, shines in participation, sucks up to the teacher—who can’t help but praise him each time gets get something right.

And his eyes would always find yours briefly, smug expression on his face, because he knows. He knows why you chose the same subject as him, he knows what you were trying to achieve.

He just knows you too well, and you hate it. You hate that you let him in back then, letting him make you believe in love—which, naturally, sounds ironic when speaking about someone like Riddle. But it felt so good. So real. You shared your secrets with him, invited him to your house, let him meet your parents. And he was so polite, too—charming smile on his lips, calculated and respectful answers. They loved him.

Until, one day, he stopped seeing you. Out of the blue, he paid no more attention to you. He went as far as to pretend you didn’t exist whenever you tried to speak to him.

You being a Gryffindor didn’t make it any easier either. He spent more time in his common room or dorm, giving him a place you couldn’t access. And your friends—well, they didn’t understand why you dated him in the first place.

It broke you. At first, you wanted to know why. Why he left, why he cut ties as if you never mattered.

But later, you just wanted him again. His warmth, his kisses, his hands on your bare skin, the softness in his eyes he only had when he was with you.

You wanted to hurt his ego by challenging him academically, by ruining his perfect streak of being the best literally everywhere.

And now—Dumbledore ordered you to take tutoring lessons with none other than Tom Riddle himself. In the very subject you thought you had a chance at beating him in.

A long sigh leaves your lips before you step out of your dorm. It’s five minutes until your meeting at the library, and you really wish you had just studied more. The thought of having to speak to him for two whole hours, act like nothing ever happened makes you want to curl up in bed and not get up for the rest of the day.

Tom’s casually leaning against the wall when you round the corner, books pressed tightly to your chest. When you walk up to him, he turns towards you.

His eyes take you in, scanning your body before they meet yours—the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk when he reads your expression.

“Library is too busy,” he says, cold and calculated. “I suggest we go to my dorm instead, as I can’t enter yours.”

You swear when you passed the library just an hour ago, there were barely any people. And even now, most students would be getting ready for dinner. You glance towards the entrance, back at him, and just stare for a second.

Then, you nod, following him into dungeons. To his dorm. You haven’t seen it in what feels like ages. Made bedsheets, very little decoration, tidy bookshelves. Although he’d spend most of his time studying, his entire dorm was spotless. The smell—sandalwood like his perfume. Mattress so much softer than yours. His arms, wrapped around you—

Merlin.

“Are you even paying attention?” He asks, and you are snapped out of your thoughts in an instant. “Clearly you are failing because you can’t concentrate for more than three minutes.”

You huff. “It’s not that. It’s not that, and you know it.”

He looks at you as though you just spoke a foreign language. Eyes cold, expression controlled, but the tension between the both of you is undeniable at this point.

“Do enlighten me.”

Your knuckles turn white at how tight you are gripping your quill.

“You act like nothing happened. Like everything is fine and we don’t know each other—all while I know every single corner of this room, because—“ and you have to swallow to stop your voice from breaking. You really didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “Because you showed me. Made me believe you truly felt for me, just to leave and treat me as a nobody. That is why, Tom.”

He just stares at you for a moment. Not in disbelief, because obviously he knows. Lets his eyes linger on yours for just a moment, just to make you feel it. The tension, the want. He isn’t sorry for what happened—never. But he’d hate to admit he did miss you too—in his own twisted way.

"You keep coming back. Nobody forced you to accept the tutoring lessons with me—and yet, you did. You don't want closure—you want me to make you feel again."

His words punch the air from your lungs. Because deep down you know he is right.

“I don’t—“ you start, but then shake your head, stopping yourself from explaining any further. “Forget it.” Instead, you get up, gathering your belongings, and you turn to leave—before his hand wraps around your upper arm, stopping you. You flinch at the contact—even through your robes you could feel his warmth.

”Feisty like a true Gryffindor. Dumbledore would be proud.”

The next moment, he’s got you trapped against the wall, your favourite dark brown eyes slowly transforming into those you knew from back then—fiery, hungry.

His hand wraps around your throat, softly, thumb deliberately tracing along your vein—exactly like he knows you love it. What will make you gasp, lean into his touch. Because you’ve been craving this feeling for way too fucking long.

"I know every sound you make. Every spot that makes you shiver. Don't pretend I don't still own you." His voice is low, barely above a whisper when he says it. And when you open your mouth to complain, tell him off, even though you know he’s right—his lips crash on yours.

You’re left gasping when you part—but he doesn’t even give you time to collect your thoughts. The next second his hand tugs on your robes, pulling them off you without any effort whatsoever—and you do the same to him. Fast and hungry, as though you’ve been starving and he is your last meal.

Fuck it, maybe he is. You don’t care. You just want to feel him again.

Hands stripping you from your clothing faster than you can blink, and soon enough you are left bare on his bed, face pushed into the pillow below you, back arched at an angle it hurts. You don’t care. 

His palm comes down on your ass once, twice, three times—leaving a stinging feeling each time. You love it. You’ve missed this. Missed him like this.

You don’t even care when he pushes inside without wasting another second on foreplay—because you’ve been wet for the entirety of your tutoring session anyway.

Tom doesn’t hold back—his thrusts are merciless and quick. Fingers sinking into the flesh of your hips, pulling you back against him as you rock forward with each snap of his hips. You are sure you’ll be bruised by tomorrow, and again—you can’t bring yourself to care.

“That’s a good slut. Still as tight as ever.” He rasps, fingers curling in your hair, pulling your head up as he slams into you. “Missed this pussy— fuck— mine.”

His words make your head spin—and you clench down tightly around him, drawing a groan from his lips. You threaten to drown in the feeling of him stretching you open so perfectly, the feeling of his tip brushing against your cervix with every single thrust.

“Who do you belong to? Say it.” He growls, pulling you up by your hair so your back is flush against his chest. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Say.” Thrust. “It.” Thrust.

You’re lucky you can even make sense of his words at this point—mind hazy with lust and the new angle that has you seeing stars, vision going black at the edges.

“You. I am yours, Tom— fuck— all yours!” You whine, and he pushes you back into the pillow. Firm and rough, making you stay there.

It doesn’t take long before his other hand slips beneath you, finding your swollen clit—rubbing tight circles on the sensitive nub, just how he knows you’ll shatter.

And you do. A moan slips past your lips as you tip over the edge, so loud not even the thick fabric beneath you does a good job muffling it. “Oh God—“ you repeat like a mantra as you shake and convulse, walls clamping down around his cock, so tight he follows your lead seconds later—not even caring to pull out, thick, hot ropes of his release painting your walls white. You don’t care to complain—not right now.

“Good girl. Still taking me so well.” Tom fucks you through it, only pulling out when you whimper in overstimulation. He disappears into the bathroom then, returning two minutes later with a wet towel in his hand.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, and you jolt slightly when you feel his fingers between your folds, gathering his release. “Fucking dripping with me. Can’t let it go to waste, can we?” It’s more of a rhetorical question, you figure—a broken whimper leaving your lips as he pushes his cum back inside of you. 

To your surprise, he allows you to stay that night. Pulls you into his side, even—lets you cuddle into him. You don’t speak much. You don’t have to.

Except for that one time he starts talking.

“Library was empty, by the way.”

“I know.”

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When Fantasy Becomes Reality

Summary: You're stuck in a stupidly tedious class during your final semester. The upside? The TAs are incredibly attractive. What happens when they catch you writing something very interesting during one of their tutoring sessions?

Warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!!! Reader gets manhandled, size difference, humiliation kink if you squint, fingering, oral (f rec), slight dumbification, dom!YunGi, sub!reader, one (1) spank to the thigh, praise/degredation

Pairing: Yunho x Reader x Mingi

Collab with @mingkismain ! Read her part here (it's a direct sequel)

Your final semester was supposed to be as laid-back as possible. You chose classes that you’d be able to ace with minimal effort. All of your core classes were finished at this point, so you had a bunch of free electives to fill up your last credits. For the most part, you succeeded. You could pass three out of your four classes in your sleep. That fourth class, however, proved to be much more tedious than you anticipated. Your friend insisted you take ‘Philosophy of Science Fiction’ with her. You only agreed because you figured the lectures would consist of watching sci-fi movies or reading sci-fi novels.

You were so incredibly wrong. Well, you were right about the lectures including sci-fi movies, tv shows, and novels. The numerous essays about said media were what killed you. In the 15 weeks of the semester, you had written eight essays. EIGHT. It was fun for the first two or three, but now it was just exhausting. There was only one perk to the course: the two very handsome TAs. 

Staring at Jeong Yunho and Song Mingi quickly became your number one pastime during lectures. You often attended their tutoring sessions even with your grades being near the top of the class. Which is what you were doing right now, in fact. They were holding an all-day tutoring session to help your class work on your final essays. You finished your paper on Iron Widow hours ago, but you stayed in the reserved study room and acted like you were adding your final touches. It wasn’t a total lie. You were writing, but it definitely wasn’t classroom appropriate. You were engrossed in perfecting the filthy words on your google doc. So engrossed, that you failed to notice Yunho looking over your shoulder.

“Oh, shit.” You jumped at how close his voice was, whirling around to gape at him. The study room was empty except for you and the two TAs.

“Yunho, it’s not what it looks like, I swear.” He smirked at the flush rising on your cheeks. Before you could attempt to defend yourself further, Yunho snatched your laptop from in front of you. He easily evaded you as you chased him around the table. “Give it back!”

“Mingi, give me a hand.” The other TA snaked his arms around your middle and lifted you off the ground. The height difference left your feet dangling by a few inches.

“Put me down, please! It’s not a big deal,” you pleaded, smacking his forearm repeatedly. You felt his chest vibrate when he laughed.

“Doesn’t seem like it from how hard you’re trying to get your laptop back,” Mingi teased while Yunho scrolled through your story. You wiggled to try and loosen Mingi’s grip on you, but he was definitely stronger.

“Damn, Y/N. You’re into this?” Yunho’s heated gaze fell back on you. He clicked his tongue with a shake of his head. “Dirty girl.” You froze, digging your nails into Mingi’s arm subconsciously. 

“Dude, are you going to tell me what she’s been writing or not? I think I've waited long enough.” Shit, what did that mean? You narrowed your eyes at your laptop, willing it to explode on the spot. No such explosions occurred, to your horror.

“Elena rolls her hips against Luca’s thigh, desperate for relief after his relentless teasing. He splays a hand across her lower belly to keep her from moving. ‘Patience, sweetheart. Be good for me or I won’t let you cum at all tonight.’ Elena pouts up at her lover, tears welling–”

“Yunho! Shut up, please, shut the fuck up!” You hid your face in your hands. You yelped when Mingi swatted your thigh. 

“It’s rude to interrupt someone when they’re speaking,” you shivered at his breath fanning across your neck as he scolded you. “Keep going, Yunho.”

“Oh, this is a good line: Elena’s thighs tremble against Luca’s hold. She whimpers and tries to push him away, but he uses the hand not inside her to pin her arm to her side. ‘You wanted to cum, love. So now you’re going to cum as many times as I see fit.’ Elena whines as he licks another thick stripe over her clit,” Yunho paused to share a look with Mingi. His eyes looked darker than normal.

“Is that what you want, pretty girl? You want to be pinned down and forced to cum over and over again?” Mingi’s voice was low next to your ear. You swallowed down the whimper that nearly escaped your throat.

“Looks like it. Her character came three times on the dude’s mouth and fingers, then two more times on his cock,” Yunho confirmed in your silence. He skimmed through the next few paragraphs, grinning wickedly. 

“Any more interesting scenes?” You truly wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You were beyond mortified, especially since they seemed to relish in your humiliation. 

“Mmm, a couple lines here and there,” Yunho glanced up at you, tongue poking against his cheek. “She really likes to mix praise and degradation.” He set your laptop on the table, stalking forward to invade your space. You refused to look him in the eye.

“Does she?” The hand not supporting your weight gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at Yunho. 

“Some of her most used lines to use are full of it.” Yunho ran his hand up the back of your neck to grip your hair. You couldn’t contain your soft moan this time. “You taste so fucking good, sweetheart. You look so pretty taking my cock. Look at you, such a good little slut for me.” 

“I’m- I don’t…” You stumbled over your words, panting from their body heat pressing into you. “Please…”

“Please what, baby?” Yunho teased with an edge of condescension to his voice. His hand trailed up your thigh, fingers brushing under the hem of your skirt.

“Do you want us to stop?” Mingi’s hand released your jaw, only to rest on your neck. “Or do you want us to do all those filthy things to you?” A strangled sound at the back of your throat morphed into a gasp.

“We need an answer. A verbal yes or no, otherwise you’ll get nothing,” Yunho drawled, dragging his hand further up your skirt and pulling your leg to hook over his hip. 

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath. You took a shuddering breath, goosebumps rising under his touch. “I- I want it.”

“Not good enough. What do you want, sweetheart?” Mingi insisted, hand slightly tightening on your neck. 

“I want you to do the things I wrote about. God, please do something,” you whined loudly, thankful for the sound dampeners lining the study room walls. Yunho stepped back so Mingi could sit, keeping your back pressed to his chest and holding your legs open over his knees. You’d imagined having Yunho between your thighs, but fuck the real thing was so much better. He shoved your skirt up to bunch around your hips.

“Shit, you’re already so wet and we haven’t even touched you yet,” Yunho smirked and pushed your thighs further apart. “Feel her, Mingi.” The man behind you dropped a hand down to stroke over the wet patch on your panties. Your hips jolted forward as he pressed down on your clit.

“Damn,” Mingi sucked a breath in through his teeth. He lightened the pressure from his fingers, tracing soft circles that offered little relief.

“Y/N, do you know the traffic light system?” Yunho tapped your knee to grab your attention. You nodded, head feeling fuzzy from their teasing. “Tell me.”

“U-um, green means I’m good, an-and to keep going. Yellow, fuck, yellow means slow down or change something. Red is a hard stop,” you stuttered, interrupting yourself with airy whines. 

“Good. Once we start, Mingi and I won’t stop until we think you’ve had enough. ‘No’ and ‘stop’ mean nothing, the only word that matters is ‘red’.” Yunho pulled roughly on your skirt, pulling you closer to him. Mingi lifted your hips so Yunho could drag your panties down your legs. You barely registered him pocketing them. He littered your thighs with open-mouthed kisses, avoiding where you really wanted him. Your hips bucked forward to try to get him to go faster.

“Sit still,” Mingi ordered. You yelped at the warning bite left on your inner thigh. You squirmed again, pulling an irritated huff from Mingi. He pinned your hips against his with one arm. You gasped at the feeling of his half-hard cock against your ass. 

“What do you think she should get, Mingi?” Yunho didn’t wait for an answer to finally run his tongue over your clit. Your hand shot down to his hair, winding your fingers in the soft strands. 

“She’ll take exactly what she wrote, and more.” The hand not holding you still moved under your shirt to cup your tit over your bra. You couldn’t even comprehend what he meant, too lost in the shockwaves of pleasure Yunho’s mouth sent through your core. You cried out when he thrust two fingers into your dripping cunt. You dropped your head onto Mingi’s shoulder, giving him access to suck dark hickeys on your neck and collarbones. 

“Fuck, fuck, Yunho please,” you panted heavily, pushing against the arm holding you in place. 

“You close already, sweetheart?” Yunho’s voice sent vibrations across your sensitive clit. 

“Yes! Please, can I cum?” You whimpered when his fingers curled to drag over the spongy spot you couldn’t reach with your own.

“Ooh, asking permission?” Mingi smirked against your neck. “Good girl, cum for us.” Another harsh suck sent you over the edge, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your scream. Yunho slowed his fingers, but didn’t stop licking your clit until your thighs trembled. He pulled back, mouth and chin shining with your release. 

“It sounded cheesy before, but fuck, you really do taste so fucking good,” he repeated the words you had written just before your laptop was taken. “Look at you, already fucked out before we’ve even fucked you.” He stopped thrusting his fingers, keeping them buried in you to continue curling against your g-spot. You clenched when Mingi circled your clit once before continuing down to prod at your entrance. Your back arched as two of his fingers pushed into you, right next to Yunho’s. 

“God, you’re tight. Can’t wait to fuck your pretty pussy,” Mingi groaned, unable to tear his eyes away from where their fingers disappeared in you. The stretch and Mingi’s palm brushing your clit had another orgasm quickly building. 

“Who would have guessed? Ms top-of-the-class is secretly a kinky little slut,” Yunho mocked, grinning when your walls clamped down on them. He sat up higher on his knees to leave his own marks on your neck. He bit into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, pulling a pathetic squeak from your throat.

“C-cumming!” Was the only warning they got before you arched in another orgasm, inadvertently grinding down on Mingi’s hard-on. Your skin buzzed and you struggled to catch your breath. They continued to finger-fuck you through your high. 

“Too much, too much, please,” you whined, weakly pushing at their wrists. Yunho’s free hand grabbed your jaw to force eye contact.

“What’s your color?” 

“...green,” you answered after a beat of silence.

“Thought so.” Yunho crashed his lips into yours, immediately licking into your mouth. You tasted yourself lingering on his tongue. You whimpered at the emptiness left when they removed their fingers. Yunho pulled back, still connected to you by a string of saliva. “Mingi’s turn.” Your back hit the table before you could process his words. Your legs were thrown over Mingi’s shoulders as he dove in to lap at your swollen clit.

“Fuck! I can’t- how many more?” Tears gathered on your lash line. Blinking them away, you stared as Yunho palmed himself through his jeans.

“You get stupid when you cum, don’t you? Can’t even remember the scene that you wrote.” Yunho sat in the chair you occupied moments ago. He tilted his head at you sifting through your syrupy thoughts.

“T-three on your fingers and tongues, two o-on your,” a high-pitched moan cut into your sentence. “Fuck, oh my god. Two on your cocks.” Another rush of arousal shot up your spine when you realized that both of them were going to fuck you. 

“Atta girl,” the slight praise went straight to your head. Mingi stole your attention back by blowing cool air over your clit. Your hips jerked, overly sensitive from cumming twice already. He watched your face contort with pleasure, pupils blown wide. Three of his fingers pushed back into your cunt, walls fluttering around him. In the back of your mind, you realized that they were prepping you to take their cocks.

“You’re right, Yunho. She does taste good.” Mingi’s eyes flickered to his friend for a moment before returning his focus to your pussy. “She makes such pretty noises when we stuff her full of our fingers.”

“I bet she’ll sound downright sinful when she’s stuffed full of our dicks.” The way they spoke about you like you weren’t in the room made you dizzy. Your head floated in a cloudy haze. Mingi moved back to your clit, sucking hard.

“Fuck!” Your third orgasm hit like lightning, only lasting a few seconds but leaving you breathless and flushed. You nearly sobbed, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes. You barely felt it when Mingi stood from his place between your legs. When you finally managed to open your eyes, they loomed over you, eyeing you up with a predatory glint in their eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart, we’re nowhere near done with you."

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[cottonlemonade]

Insatiable

warnings: mdni, nsfw

I strongly believe that Kita has his sexual awakening when he starts dating you.

It takes quite a while before he kisses you deeper than a simple peck but once he does he is like “wait a minute.” and absolutely can’t stop anymore. Doesn’t want to stop anymore.

He starts to stare intensely at you during lectures not even paying attention to the professor because he could be kissing you right now. Why was he wasting his time with higher education?!

Once you guys take it a bit further and he knows what it’s like to eat you out, his mind goes blank and it’s becoming quite a problem. Usually you guys study together and he loves to tutor you but now you pretty much have to do all your reading horizontally because he politely asks if he may eat your pussy while quizzing you.

To be the most efficient lover he starts reading books and articles (and even sinks as low as to ask Atsumu because for some reason the men and women on campus just seem to fall for him left, right and center).

When it’s finally time for Kita to make love to you for the first time he turns primal. He grabs your love handles that he usually squeezes so tenderly when laying between your heavenly plush thighs and snaps his hips forward, burying his hard leaking cock as deep into you as he would the seeds on his fields.

He will from then on come up behind you when you are looking for a book in the library or when you are making dinner for you two, wrap his arms lovingly around your squishy form, maybe set a soft kiss against your temple, and with his usual calm manner, almost innocently, ask if he can fuck make love to you again like this morning.

You have no idea where this sweet, collected man hid all his urges when you met because Kita, once unleashed, is insatiable and you love it.

[allpiesforourown]

I love the idea of the Washer Woman being the sensible adult in Binghe's life in the Demon Prince Binghe Au. I can see Tianlang reading him romance novels as a kid while Su Xiyan chooses books on cultivation and how to crush ones enemies. Washer woman has lectured them both on child appropriate practices more than once, Tianglang more than Su Xiyan.

Imagine young Binghe getting cursed as a puppy one day and wandering off, tired, hungry, and injured only to be rescued Qing Jing Peak Disciple Shen Yuan who nurses him back to health . Washer woman ends up being the one to retrieve the prince since she's human and not considered to be a traitor like Su Xiyan.

Afterwards, Binghe can't stop gushing about his fateful meeting with the beautiful shimei he met (Shen Yuan was so pretty he thought he was girl).

Tianlang: That's my son, not even ten and he's already found his future wife! Not only that, but a cultivator to boot! But wait, the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect despise demons and would never permit one of their own to court a demon which their love would be forbidden! Ahh this just like the plot of Love Amongst Thorns where the heroine ends riding into battle on a dragon and then diving into a volcano to save her lover, the enemy general!

Xiyan: If she is a cultivator like you say, you'll have to become strong enough to defeat the peak lords Cang Qiong Mountain sect, for they will not let her go without a fight. Of course, it's a war they want, it's a war they'll get.

Unamed Washer Woman:....

Unamed Washer Woman: Or you can just thank her for taking care of your "dog" and get to know her as friends.

BONUS: I just picture Shen Yuan being the equivalent of a Disney Princess in this AU but being completely oblivious to it. Except instead of cute woodland creatures, various monsters and other creatures are drawn to him. He is also confused as to why so many people are surprised he's a guy

NDJDHB YEAH. she's the only sense of reason

Binghe: how do I tell someone I like him..

Tlj: beg him for money and become his sugar baby. That's how I got your mother

Su xiyan: show him your strength and he won't be able to resist you

Washerwoman: how about we try something like flowers first :)

Personally I was imagining shen yuan as some wandering cultivator. Binghe's hanging out in a forest when some demon planning to kidnap the prince shows up and is immediately beaten up by the handsome man who was passing through.

Binghe: PLEASE COME HOME AND MEET MY PARENTS

Shen yuan: aww if you insist..

Shen yuan is a bit nervous but overall glad the demon prince protagonist doesn't seem to hate him. Binghe is ecstatic the nice man agreed to have a meeting with his parents to discuss marriage ..

Shen yuan actually gets hired to be binghes tutor. Binghe needs to work on his human cultivation as well as his demonic cultivation, and while su xiyan would be happy to be her sons shizun, she's getting so damn annoyed with binghe bringing shen yuan up every two seconds

[ninisdollie]

Melting - Asakura Jo ✩•̩̩͙*

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“In which reader is failing one of her most important classes, so she asks the cute nerdy boy for tutoring, no expecting to fall for him”

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fem! reader x jo, strangers to lovers, nerd! jo x popular! reader, sexual tension, soft vanilla sex, blowjob (m. rec), protected sex, overwhelmed! jo he’s a little mess, fluffy ending.

You looked down at the paper in your hands, your lower lip caught between your teeth. Failed, again. The C- in the corner making fun of you, laughing at you as telling you “Huh, you thought” and the tears threatened to come. Didn't matter how hard you tried, how many hours you spent trying to understand the numbers in your Finance book, you always failed. At this point, you thought about giving up in your degree.

“This is your last chance, Ms. Y/N, you better get a better score next exam, i’m sure you wouldn’t like to see all of your friends graduating except for you”. The professor raised his eyebrow, handing the results to the person behind you.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair, exhausted. You did really try with this one, you almost conviced yourself that finally you had it all figured out. Turns out you were wrong.

Maybe an economics degree wasn’t the option for you, maybe you were just a dumb pretty girl, shallow, nothing beneath your perfect facade, maybe everyone who doubted you were right, you just thought about how you would tell your parents that you failed them, failed yourself. This was bigger than you. These thoughts consumed you as you walked outside of the classroom, heading towards the cafeteria where your friends were waiting for you, your head down, your pace slow, all you’d been doing is literally study, your baggy eyes were the clear evidence of this.

They turned around to face you once they saw your watery eyes.

“Don’t be sad, we know you did really try”. Sana hugged your shoulders, placing a little kiss on your head, and you sighed again, drying your tears with a napkin.

“A C- isn’t really that bad, right?” Harua scratched his neck, trying to ease the tension, it didn’t work.

You buried your face on the table, letting out a sob, you just wanted to get home and cry yourself to sleep, you were already thinking about finding an informal job to return your parents the money they’d spent in your years of college.

“I’m just tired at this point, tell me the truth, am i really that dumb?”

“Of course you’re not” Sana caressed your hair, talking to you with sweet voice.

“My friend Kei was failing Math last year, he asked this guy for tutoring, a complete nerd, perfect grades, maybe he’ll accept if you offer him a few dollars” You raised your head at Harua’s words.

You thought about it a few seconds. You had tried everything, study groups from other colleges, studying by yourself until late hours at night, even listening to online classes until you feel asleep, none of it had worked, the numbers, formulas, complicated problems just wouldn’t get inside your head.

“I don’t know…”

“What can you loose? Just try it, i heard he’s really patient and good at explaining, maybe he could help you finally understand?”

You bit your lip, it was true, you had nothing to loose, one more try could be worth it.

“Give me his number.”

Later that day you were laying on your bed, a quiet night that was only consumed by your thoughts. Maybe you sounded like a privileged girl, but you really didn’t need anything growing up. Your parents worked hard their entire life to give you everything you wanted, always signing you up in the best schools, dressing you with the most expensive designers, making a perfect lifestyle for you to enjoy. You had promised them you’d get into Economics so you could follow their steps and become a succesful business woman.

This wasn’t going really well.

You took a deep breath, unwrapping the wrinkled paper and staring at the depressing, humiliating score. Then you took out your phone, typing the number Harua had texted you.

Y/N: Hi, is this Jo’s number?

You locked the screen, throwing the phone by your side, waiting for him to answer. You didn’t have to wait so long.

Jo: Hello. Yes, who’s this?

Taking your phone again, you stared at the message a few seconds, going into his contact and zooming in the picture. You grinned softly, he was cute. He had silky, black hair, his features were soft, he was holding a cat in the photo, glasses perfectly placed over his pointy nose.

Y/N: I’m y/n, from Economics? I heard that you offered tutoring sometimes, i was wondering if you could help me? I’ll pay anything please i’m desperate, don’t wanna graduate at 30 :(

You sounded so embarrassing, but it was true.

Jo: You won’t graduate at 30, that’s actually mathematically impossible.

Of course, you forgot you were talking to a nerd for a second.

Jo: But yes, i could help you. Just tell me when you’re free and we’ll meet at the library.

Y/N: Oh god, thank you so much!

Jo: Left you on read.

Guess you had a tutoring lesson to attend next day.

Asakura Jo was the perfect child. Born from a wealthy family, he was the dream son every parent could ask for. His grades were always the best, his manners impecable, the adoration of the grandmas and annoying aunts. But it was mostly just his family who adored him.

He didn’t have many friends, thanks to his very, very lacking social skills, he was just awkward, didn’t talk much, and when he did his voice was always so low, everyone had to ask for him to repeat what he just said, his father would get angry sometimes and tell him to raise his voice like a man. But he was fine with that, he didn’t need other people, he would just get through college and become a succesful accountant for his parents company.

It wasn’t in his plans to start tutoring, to be honest, but people just started asking for it, and when he had too many study sessions per week for him to handle, he started to charge. Not much, just a bit so he could save money to spend in his other hobbies, such as videogames and comics, his guilty pleasures.

He emersed in his book until he felt a shadow right in front of him, raising his eyesight, he saw you standing there.

Everyone on campus knew who you were, the rich girl that everybody loved, always looking so perfect, so… polished. You had numberous friends, like the complete opposite of him, and your reputation was impecable.

So when you texted him the night before asking for tutoring, to be honest, he was quite surprised.

You swallowed, adjusting the coffee cup in your hand. You hesitated for a second, wondering if this was a terrible idea, but then decided—why not?

You placed the coffee in front of him with a soft clink.

Jo looked up, startled, his eyes wide behind his glasses. "Uh, thanks, but I didn’t—"

“Decided to bring you a coffee,” you cut him off with a smile, trying to act casual. “I figured it’s the least I could do since you're about to help me survive this class.”

Jo blinked a couple of times, his face unreadable. He glanced at the coffee, then back at you, his expression softening just a little. “You didn’t have to. But… thanks.”

You shrugged, dropping into the chair across from him. “It’s no big deal. I figure if I’m going to survive this torture, I should at least try to make it enjoyable.” You paused, then added, “So, you’re the finance guru, huh?”

You always talked too much, and he seem the kind to stay quiet and just listen. You approached people with so much confidence, tossing your hair and smiling with sweetness. It made him nervous for some reason.

Jo gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug. “I wouldn’t say guru. I’m just a person who doesn’t mind spreadsheets.” He took a sip of the coffee, winced slightly as if he didn’t love it, but then pushed the mug closer to himself. “What exactly are we tackling today?”

You took a deep breath. “Compound interest.” Your tone was light, but there was a flicker of panic in your eyes. “You know, the thing that’s going to make my brain explode.”

Jo’s mouth twitched, as if trying to suppress a smile. “That’s a classic. But don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it seems. You just need to think of it like a snowball rolling down a hill.”

You stared at him blankly. “A snowball?”

He nodded, more confident now that he had a starting point. “Yeah. The snowball starts small, but the longer it rolls, the bigger it gets. Compound interest is kind of the same way—it’s interest on both your initial investment and the interest that’s already been added. The longer it compounds, the bigger it gets.”

You leaned back, tapping your acrilic nails on the table thoughtfully. “Okay, I get that. Kind of like… when you let something sit in your savings account and it just grows slowly, right?”

Jo gave you a quick, almost surprised look. “Exactly. I didn’t think you’d get it so quickly.”

You smirked. “What, you think I’m just here for the ride? No way. I’m not totally hopeless. Just a little directionless.” That was a lie. You paused, a little awkwardly. “But really, I’m just hoping this snowball doesn’t crush me in the end.”

He didn’t laugh, just went back to the notes. He wasn’t mean, but he surely was a little bit dry. You didn’t mind, you were there for tutoring anyways, not being friends.

The once-full coffee cups were now empty, sitting off to the side like forgotten relics. The sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting long golden rays through the library windows. Your table, once neat, was now a battlefield of open notebooks, scattered pens, and wadded-up scratch paper—most of it covered your handwriting and crossed-out equations.

You et out a groan and dropped your head dramatically onto your notebook. “This is actually cruel and unusual punishment.”

Jo, still calmly scribbling in the margins of a textbook, raised an eyebrow. “It’s literally just division.”

“It’s division with anxiety,” you shot back, your voice muffled against the paper. “Big difference.”

Jo chuckled under his breath, just a breath, you still heard it, and weirdly, it made your heart do a thing. You peeked up at him through your hair.

“I don’t get how your brain just does this. Like, you actually enjoy this?”

“I enjoy solving problems,” he replied, without looking up. “There’s something satisfying about finding the right answer. It’s clean. Predictable.”

“Wow,” you said, sitting up and stretching your arms above your head. He tried not look at how your tank top tightened around your chest, enchancing your figure. “That must be nice. Nothing in my life is predictable. I mean, I accidentally bought three planners last semester and still didn’t show up to my 9AM.”

Jo looked at your eyes then, an amused smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “Three?”

“They were color-coded, Jo. I had high hopes.”

He let out a real laugh this time—quiet and quick, but real. It caught you off guard. You blinked at him, startled by how much warmer he looked when he wasn’t buried in formulas like an hour ago.

“What?” he said, noticing you staring, a little awkward under your gaze.

“Nothing,” you said too quickly, trying to cover with a shrug. “You laugh. I didn’t think you could. I figured you were like one of those serious, silent types who only speak in finance metaphors.”

“I’m not that bad,” he said, a little defensive but still smiling. “Okay, maybe a little.”

You grinned. “Yeah, well. It’s kind of cute.”

Jo froze, eyes flicking to yours in something close to panic. He wasn’t used to compliments, much less coming from an outgoing, popular girl like you. It made him feel weird.

He cleared his throat, going back to the notes on the table.

“You should try to finish this one before we go.”

You exhaled slowly and refocused, pencil in hand. Your fingers hesitated over the numbers, then moved—slower this time, more carefully.

A minute passed.

Then another.

You put the pencil down.

“…Okay,” you said, tapping the paper with your fingertip. “I think… I think I got it.”

Jo leaned over and glanced at your work. His eyebrows lifted.

“That’s… actually right.”

You blinked. “Wait. What?”

“You did it.” He turned the notebook toward you, pointing at each line. “All the steps are there. You even got the decimal in the right place.”

“Oh my god.” You stared at the paper like it was a miracle. “Jo, I just—I did math. Like, real math. Finance math!”

Jo smiled—proud, and maybe just a little impressed. “Told you it wasn’t impossible.”

You looked at him, your smile lingering. “Thanks. For not giving up on me after the third meltdown.”

“You only had two,” he said dryly. “The third was more of a dramatic sigh.”

You laughed, leaning back in your chair. “Okay, I deserved that.”

You sat in a comfortable silence for a beat, the kind that only comes after a shared struggle—like you two were on the other side of something now. Different than when you started.

Your first session with Jo ended up and you felt good, you felt you could finally understand all of this He gave you some extra problems for you to practice, and you drove to your house that night feeling extra happy because of your advance.

What started as awkward, caffeine-fueled tutoring sessions in the back corner of the library quickly became a routine neither of you wanted to admit you looked forward to.

At first, it was once a week, strictly business. Notes, formulas, practice problems, rinse and repeat. But somehow, it turned into twice a week. Then three. Then random texts at midnight with memes about interest rates or dramatic “HELP” messages from you right before a quiz.

And Jo, who had once been borderline allergic to human interaction, started replying faster than expected. Sometimes with answers. Sometimes with sarcastic gifs. Sometimes just, “You got this.”

You fell into a rhythm.

Jo would bring snacks, quiet ones, like pretzels or gummy bears, because you claimed loud chewing was “the enemy of focus.” You, in turn, made it your mission to guess Jo’s coffee order correctly (after three weeks and seven wrong guesses, you nailed it: iced Americano, light ice, no sugar).

He learned you couldn’t sit still for more than twenty minutes without some kind of movement, so he’d suggest five-minute walks around the library just to reset. You learned he doodled in the margins of his notes when he thought no one was looking, little geometric shapes and abstract lines, always drawn in blue pen.

You teased him less now. Not because he didn’t deserve it, he was still a total finance nerd, but because somewhere along the line, you’d stopped seeing him as just “the tutor.”

He was Jo. Quiet. Steady. Smart in ways that had nothing to do with textbooks. Surprisingly funny when he let his guard down. And kind, like, really kind.

On a random Tuesday, before a final exam, you two were studying late night in your room, turns out the library closed early that day and you were super nervous because you really needed to nail this test, so you suggested your house. At first Jo was a little hesitant, but he ended up accepting, and now you two were laying on the floor, papers, notes and pencils all accross the place, it was a nerd-mess. The soft light of your night lamp being the only source of brightness, making the air a little cozy.

“I can’t i’m literally gonna fail this.” You groaned, closing your eyes into an stressed expression.

He was laying across from you, his hoodie sleeves rolled up, his hair messy, his glasses above his nose, and he chuckled, he did that now more often around you, teasing you back with confidence.

“You won’t, just keep trying, we both know you’ll get it”

“I think my brain just clocked out” You dropped your pencil, dramatically “Like, fully walked off the job. Filed for early retirement”.

He didn’t look up.

“It’s because you haven’t taken a break”.

“That’s literally what i just said.”

He looked up now, raising an eyebrow.

“You said your brain quit. I’m saying it’s unionizing”.

You rolled onto your back, laughing as you stared at the ceiling, you didn’t notice but your shorts lifted a bit, showing more of your soft skin than before.

“Ok, finance boy, that was funny.”

“I have my moments” Jo muttered. “We can take a break, five minutes. You need to finish this one, is essential for your test.”

“Make it 20 pleaaaaase.”

Jo leaned back against the side of your bed, stretching out his long legs. He looked tired, in that soft, late-night kind of way, his hair messier than usual, hoodie wrinkled, glasses pushed slightly down his nose.

So you started talking about different things, things that weren’t math. Like your interests, hobbies, and passions. He told you about his love for video games, and you teased him about it telling him he couldn’t be more of a nerd. And you told him about your frustrated dream of becoming a ballet dancer.

You turned your head to look at him. “You ever wonder why we do this to ourselves? Like, why are we even taking Finance if it makes us miserable?”

“I don’t know,” Jo said. “I guess I like the certainty of it. The numbers always make sense, eventually. People don’t.”

There was a pause. One of those quiet ones that felt heavy.

“Speaking of people…” You said, turning onto your side to face him, “can I ask you something kind of personal?”

He sighed, raising his shoulders. “It depends.”

“Have you ever dated anyone?”

Jo blinked. Of all the things you could’ve asked, that clearly wasn’t what he expected.

“Uh… no. Not really,” he said slowly. “I’ve… liked people, I guess. But I don’t think it ever got that far. Not for me.”

Your gaze lingered on him, intrigued. “Why not?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who really saw me. Most people just see the grades. Or the quiet guy in class who they think will do all the group work.” He gave a small, bitter laugh. “Not exactly rom-com material. Plus, my social skills are nowhere to be found, i could never take the first step.”

You didn’t smile. Instead, you whispered, “I see you.”

Jo looked at you, eyes catching yours in a way that made the room feel warmer, closer.

“What about you?” he asked. “Ever been in love?”

You hesitated. “Once. In high school. I thought it was the real thing. He was charming, said all the right things. But he wasn’t good at showing up when it mattered.”

You looked down at your hands, fingers idly playing with the edge of the rug.

“Since then… I don’t know. I’ve dated, but I think people only see the version of me that’s easy to like. Not the messy parts. Not the parts that panic over exams and cry at car commercials.”

Jo’s voice was soft. “The messy parts aren’t a dealbreaker.”

You glanced up at him, your breath catching slightly at the way he was looking at you, open, gentle, unflinching.

“Yeah?” you said quietly.

He nodded once. “Yeah.”

Silence settled again, but it was different now. Heavier. Charged.

You sat up slowly, your legs crossed in front of you, knees brushing his. You hair falling lazily over your shoulders, your round, bright eyes still locked onto his. Neither of you moved away.

The air between you two buzzed with something unspoken, something that had been building over late nights and half-finished coffees and quiet smiles across textbooks.

And then, from one moment to another, he leaned over, and kissed you. It was small, just a little peck, and you flinched, not out of disgust, but because you were surprised. You widened your eyes, and he looked at you embarrassed, already trying to apologize.

“S-Sorry, i shouldn’t have…”

“If you’re going to steal a kiss from me, Asakura Jo, at least do it properly”. You cut him off, a little smirk on your lips.

He blinked, once, twice, lips parted like trying to catch his breath. And then he leaned over again, now really kissing you.

And you melted into the kiss, immediately placing your hands on his cheeks, which were warm, red with blush, and moved your lips above his in a slow dance. It was a soft, slow, tender kiss, his mouth was sweet, his breath warm as he sighed and tilted his head, as if he had been waiting for this moment. As if he had been wanting you.

And who were you trying to fool, you’d been wanting him too.

So you tangled your fingers in his beautiful, dark hair, and he sighed again, you taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss, stickinv your tongue out and exploring his mouth, both tangling, a crash of hot breaths and saliva, and you could tell he felt overwhelmed a bit, probably never been kissed like this before. You liked that. So you kept going, breaking the kiss just for a second to take off his glasses, placing them on the floor next to you, and you crashed your mouths again, now moving onto his lap, and he grabbed your hips slightly, still a bit hesitant. His body tensed when you moved in top on him, whimpering in the kiss, and he broke it now, slightly shaking.

"Wait, wait..." He was breathing heavy, his voice low "I... I've never..."

You stared at him, resting your forehead over his.

"We don't have to if you don't want to" your voice was sweet, and he sighed deeply, his hands caressing your hips above the thin fabric of your tank top.

He stayed silent for a few seconds.

Then, slowly, he nodded.

"I want to."

Smiling softly, you kissed him again, a little deeper this time, needier. Your tongues were tangling, the sound of your lips crashing along with your shaken breaths, and his hands gripped your waist tighter, making you rock your hips slightly, rubbing yourself against him, making him whimper and tremble, a bulge in his sweatpants starting to built. A shiver went down your spine when you felt it, hard against your crotch covered only by your silky shorts, and you couldn't help but moan low. You grabbed his hands, like giving him permission to touch you and him, with clumsy movements, touched your body, your thighs, your ass, moving up to your torso, squeezing one of your boobs, and the touch made the amusement between your legs bigger, wetness through your panties.

"Let's get into bed." You asked, and he nodded slowly, you getting up from his lap.

His body moved hesitant to the bed, laying, and you locked the door with a little smile, that made him chuckle a bit. You crawled into bed, and placed yourself between his legs, kissing along his jaw and neck, sucking, licking, your warm tongue tracing his burning skin, this made him groan low, tilting his head so you could have more space. Then you placed your hands under his hoodie, and you bit your lip finding a set of perfectly built abs, you traced your fingers along his lines, delighting yourself with his body, and in one movement your slid it out above his head, his bare, milky skin in front of you. You wasted no time in kissin there, going down with your lips, and he was a whimpering mess, his face red, his hair messy. He looked like a whole meal, and you were starving. You lips met with the waistband of his sweats, the bulge inside of them thick, hard, and you looked up at him, like waiting for a confirmation.

He nodded at you, exhaling.

And then you slid down his pants along with his underwear, his thick member in front of you. You didn’t want to sound cheesy, but it was the prettiesr you’d ever seen. Thick, long, veins popping, hard, swollen red tip, your mouth watered at the sight, your eyes sparkly with desire. So you licked, long, slow, from the head to the base, tasting his skin and veins in your wet tongue, and he whimpered loud, shaking, overwhelmed.

You smiled at him.

“You like that?” Your voice was sweet, tender.

“Y-Yeah… please don’t stop�� His eyes were sparkly too, and you thought he looked so fucking cute.

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

Then you spat, wet saliva falling down his length, and he moaned again as you took him in your mouth, wrapping your plump lips around him, bobbing your head so you could take him deep in your throat until your eyes watered and you had to suppress a gag, then repeated the process, sucking him off with skill, but you put a little extra effort since it was his first time, you wanted him to love this. So you moved sloppy, messy, the dirty sounds of you swallowing his dick and his shaky moans being the only ones in the room, you looked up at him, locking your gazes, and he bit his lip, his cock twitching inside of your mouth.

Oh, so the cute nerdy boy liked eye contact.

You took advantage of that, fluttering your eyelashes and smiling as you took him out of your mouth and smiled, stroking him a little easier this time thanks to the saliva that was covering his length, and took him in again, until the head of his cock has deep in your throat.

And Jo, well, we has a mess. Face all red, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath, chest moving up and down, eyes watering as the pleasure took over his whole body.

You loved how he looked.

You moved faster, and his whimpers became needier, desperate. You took him out of your mouth and kissed his tip, his legs twitched slightly. Then you kissed him again, placing your thighs in the sides of his hips, sitting straight on his aching length, an rocked your hips as you kissed, rubbing yourself against him, the wetness in your panties imposible to ignore, and he grabbed your hips and lifted just a bit so he would rub himself too.

His hand reached between your legs, and you let out a surprised gasp when his fingers found your clit above the lace of your underwear, tracing circles, making you squirm and moan.

He looked at you, like not wanting to miss any of your expressions.

“Is this ok?” He asked, voice broken, and you nodded, smiling softly.

That made him gain confidence, so he pulled your panties to the side, his warm fingers making contact with your bare, dripping pussy, and he moved them again, spreading your arrousal all across. You hid your face in his neck as he touched you, suprisingly good for being a begginer, but of course he knew things, he was a nerd after all. A moan left your mouth when he slid a finger inside, your walls clenching around it, needy.

“I-Is this ok?” He asked again, and you chuckled breathless, nodding.

“Yes, baby. It’s perfect.”

So he slid another one, thrusting them in and out of you, creating a wet sound, and you moaned louder, rocking your hips until his knuckles disappeared inside of you. He curled his fingers, and that made you tremble, teasing your g-spot, a jolt of pleasure showering you. So good.

“Fuck, that’s it…” You moaned in his ear and his skin jumped, his fingers moving faster “Need you so bad…”

He moaned at your words, cock twitching beneath you. Then he slid his fingers out, your aching, needy pussy clenching around nothing, then his hands took your tank top and slid it out of you, your bare breasts in front of him, and his eyes shined with lust.

“You are so pretty…” He cupped your breasts, and you whined as he squeezed them. “Is this—

You chuckled again.

“Jo, it is ok. You can touch me all you want, i want you to.”

He smiled softly, a little ashamed, and squeezed your breasts even more, rubbing his thumb in your nipples, and they hardened at the touch, your rocked your hips again, and he groaned low.

Now you took your bottoms off, and stood there, bare, naked in front of him, and the look in his eyes made your whole body shiver, he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

You got on top of him again, kissing him, and he let you do it. You wrapped your hand around his cock, and he whimpered above your lips.

“Wait.” He licked his lips, his face red again. “Do you…? I mean, i’m not trying to offend you or anything i swear, it’s just, could we use… protection? I think it’s safer that way, i-if you don’t mind…”

His nervousness made you melt, and you laughed softly, nodding. Of course, protection, always important. You bent over the bed and stretched your arm, searching inside the cabinet of your nightstand, and put out a condom.

He raised an eyebrow at you, and you lifted your shoulders. “What? I’m a cautious girl” He chuckled, rolling his eyes, and you pecked his lips.

You slid the condom around his length easily, and he hissed at the feeling, grabbing your hips tight. Then you grabbed him, and rubbed the tip between your wet, dripping, needy folds, teasing you both. You looked at him again, he was biting his lip, anticipation in his pretty face.

You let yourself fall around him, his cock stretching your walls so good that you had to grab his shoulder for balance, and he moaned too. Your pussy clenched around him, he was big, so it took you a few seconds to adjust to his size, but it felt so good, his thick, throbbing length inside of you.

“F-Fuck…” he whispered, trembling, and you sighed deeply before starting to move your hips, up and down, slowly, your breasts bouncing at the movement.

“Feels good?” You asked, weak voice as whimpers left your lips.

He nodded fast, and you smiled again, biting your lip.

“S-So good… you’re so warm and tight.” His eyes were sparkly, filled with desire and pleasure.

And you started moving faster, jumping up and down on his length, burying deep inside of you, fucking yourself, and he could only moan louder and grab you tighter, his fingers marking the skin of your hips, your skins crashing, sweaty.

He kept groping your body, hands shaky, overwhelmed by the pleasure as you bounced on him over and over, your legs trembling because you were feeling so much pleasure too, everytime he slammed your insides so good, cock so deep, your wetness dripping between your thighs. Jo then kissed your neck, licking while you kept moving, and you moaned and whimpered, loving his lips on your skin.

“You’re so thick, you feel so good inside of me…” He groaned louder at your words, and you jumped, harder, now really riding him.

You breasts bounced with every move, your forehead bathed in sweat, your hair sticked to it. He lifted his hand and removed it, kissing your lips.

“You want to switch?” You talked between gasps, and he bit his lips, nodding.

So you did, you got up from his lap and laid on the bed, legs spread, glistening pussy dripping and he sighed at the view, groaning before holding your legs to your chest, and he slid inside of you again, and you screamed, not caring if your parents would hear. His thrusts were messy, not a clear rythym, but you didn’t care, it felt so good, he stretched you so good. His body was heavy above you, his hips crashing with yours, his groans and moans in your ears.

“I-I can’t… it feels so good, so good” his voice was completely broken, and you moaned and grabbed his hair, feeling him bury his cock deep inside of you.

“I know, baby. Feels so good, you’re so deep and good inside of me.” you talked sweet, whining, staring at his watery eyes.

He looked completely destroyed, his cheeks red, his hair sweaty, his body trembling, his thrusts sloppy but hitting every spot, making you shake and whine and moan his name time and time again. Your hands caressed his body again, touching, burning skin beneath your fingertips, his heart was racing, bumping against his chest. You felt like you were dreaming, your body floating as he fucked you.

“I’ve never felt this… i-i” He was mumbling nonsense, his brain completely shut down, pussy drunk. You just felt so good around him, he never wanted to stop, he wanted to die inside of you.

Then your hand went between your legs, your own fingers finding your aching, swollen clit, and you rubbed them against it, fast, at the pace of his erratic thrusts.

“You’re doing so good baby, fucking me so good…” you praised and he moaned, his head thrown back, slamming in and out of you until his thighs crashed with the back of yours.

You didn’t know why, but you came so fast. The knot on your lower belly exploding in a strong, earth shaking orgasm that made you scream high-pitched and arch your back, walls of your pussy clenching so tight around him, face completely teared apart by the pleasure. And his movements became completely nonsense, sloppy, so you knew he was so close too.

So you pushed his chest, making him stop, and he looked at you a bit confused, but you wasted no time in pushing him onto his back, removing the condom from his member and he knew what you wanted, so he stroked himself fast, whining, hissing, low moans and lip between his teeth as he masturbated in front of your face.

“I’m gonna… fuck, i’m…”

And you felt it. Warm, sticky, wet strings falling on your face, you opened your mouth, tasting him, swallowing his cum as he arched his back and groaned loud, covering you with his orgasm.

Then he stayed still, immobile, chest moving up and down.

You took the leftovers from your cheeks and forehead, licking your fingers clean, and he blushed completely, hiding his face in the pillows.

You chuckled, laying by his side, kissing his face.

“You’re so cute.”

“Shut up.” He said against the silk of your pillowcase, and you laughed loud, clinging to him.

It didn’t take much for you two to fall asleep. Naked, bodies against each other, a silly smile on both of your faces.

You had a good feeling about tomorrow’s exam.

The professor started to hand out the results, and you bit your nail harder, your legs shaking, your heart racing.

This was the final test, this was the moment for you to prove yourself, to prove that weeks and weeks of studying until late night were worth it, that you didn’t waste your time.

That you didn’t waste Jo’s time.

Of course, you did this for yourself, for you career. But a small part of you, really wanted him to be proud of you.

So your heart stopped when the professor stood by your desk, an eyebrow raised. You swallowed, blinking at him.

Then he handed the result, a smirk on his face.

“Good job, Ms.Y/N, looks like you really did put effort”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, and you looked at the paper. A bright, happy, big, red pen A in the corner.

You almost jumped from your seat. A gasp leaving your mouth. There were no words to describe how you were feeling, finally, finally you did something for yourself, you proved that you weren’t just a dumb pretty girl, that you had infinate potential.

All of your friends were waiting for you as you ran into the cafeteria, waving the paper in your hand and the all cheered you up, wide smiles as they congratulated you.

Then you saw him, he was chewing on a rice ball, eyes sticked to a comic in his hand. You hesitated, but the excitement got you.

So you ran to him, Jo looked up as he saw you approaching, but you gave him no time to react, jumping in his arms and almost making you both fall from the chair, his eyes widened, grabbing you by your waist helping you gain balance.

“I fucking did it!” You screamed, and he laughed, cheeks full of food.

You stared at him, so happy.

And you kissed him. Right there.

His face turned all red, and he glanced at your friends, their faces full of surprise, jaws to the floor. You didn’t care.

Then he chuckled, finally swallowing.

“If you’re going to steal a kiss from me, Y/N, at least do it properly.”

So you did. At the end, he was the cute nerdy boy that not only helped you finally master finances, but the cute nerdy boy who melted your heart.

Jo drabble we cheered!!

i’ll fix the mistakes tomorrow i’m sleeeeepy <3

hope you liked it !!

[writingsbychlo]

LONG-DISTANCE LOVER | REGULUS BLACK

SUMMARY: regulus thinks his long-distance girlfriend might've forgotten him on valentine's day, but he couldn't have been more wrong. WORD COUNT: 2510 NOTES: valentine's day post number three! I hope you guys are enjoying these, I promise the other's aren't as angsty as these first three have been!

Drunk and miserable, Regulus kicked shut the door of his small London flat. He smelled like his childhood home, he felt like the darkness of it was still crawling over his skin from dropping off his brother to bed. He shucked off his coat as fast as he could, as though shedding the layers would scrape away the sickly feeling. 

It wasn’t often that he let himself get this drunk, or intoxicated at all, actually, but it had felt necessary. As the day had chugged on, his mood had grown more sour, until it was so bitter his face was scrunching up at the darkness brewing in his soul. 

Luckily, he’d found a kindred spirit in his brother. Not much did they have in common, anymore. Not since they were kids, in their matching shorts and suspenders, hiding behind the greenhouse to play with the frogs and escape their tutor had they had so much in common. But today, they did. 

Regulus had waited all day for word, for a card or an owl or anything from you, something to prove it wasn’t as dire as he thought, something to prove you hadn't forgotten the first Valentine’s Day spent apart. But nothing had come. Almost a year ago, your parents had decided to send you to a prestigious Wizarding university in the South of France, dropping the news on you just before graduation and shattering your shared ideas of a future. Your summer of plans had become a frantic, condensed two weeks of pretending like your separation wasn’t looming before you’d slipped through his fingers.  

Then you’d been gone, and he’d hardly seen you since, a few stolen days and a couple of secret visits over Christmas, but that had been it. You’d tried to give him an out, but he didn’t want it, he’d refused it point-blank and told you your relationship was strong enough to survive this distance. Now, alone on Valentine’s Day in the cold and dark of his flat, he couldn't help but wonder if you’d wanted the out for yourself. 

He hated to think that about you, but if you weren’t thinking of him, who were you thinking of?

At least Sirius had understood. Sirius, too, had been alone on this day. Unable to spend it with his boyfriend Remus, due to a number of reasons, he’d been just as miserable and moody as Regulus was. They’d gone bar to bar in London, and when they’d become too drunk to be conceivably inconspicuous in Wizarding London, they’d made their way to Muggle bars too.

Sirius had tapped out first, much to drunk Regulus’ thrill, throwing up in an alley somewhere in Soho, and he’d taken Sirius home and put him into the trustworthy hands of Kreacher. Sure, it was Sirius’ home now, and he’d stripped it away of everything that their family home as children had once been, but Regulus felt like the darkness was in its very foundations, he didn’t know how his brother could stand to live there. 

He’d been too drunk to apparate, and far too drunk to find a Floo safely, and so he’d taken the laborious Muggle way. Stumbling his way to the nearest Underground station, and patting down his pockets for the little plastic card with his Muggle funds on, until he could clear the security gates. 

With his head rested on the dirty windows and eyes closed, he’d let the rhythmic chugging of the Tube soothe the spinning of his mind, focusing on his breathing until he felt less like throwing up. The cold and rain of a British mid-February night had sobered him up considerably, until only a dull buzz was left in his veins, and a headache was threatening to start any moment behind his eyes. 

He stared at the coat on the floor, entirely having missed the coat rack he’d tried to hang it on, but he couldn't even be bothered to pick it up. He kicked off his shoes too, stumbling to the couch in the cold living room, but detouring the trolley holding enough bottles to put down a Hippogriff, to grab one. What better way to save himself a miserable hangover tomorrow morning, than to just get drunk all over again?

Sinking into the couch, he stared at the empty fireplace in front of himself, trying to will it into lighting, but he was too far gone to muster even a flicker of wandless magic, never mind a whole fireplace. 

Where was his wand, anyway?

A question for another time. Now, more whiskey. 

Popping the cork of the bottle, he let it roll to the carpet, staring into the dark fireplace again as he brought the rim to his lips and took a heavy swig. He was just going in for his second gulp when the fireplace roared to life. 

Hot, green flames licked through the room, sparking brought light that burned his eyes for a moment, before retreating just as fast into ash and smoke and leaving behind the blurry figure of someone standing in the dark. He rubbed at his eyes with a fist, a little too hard, leaving his eyes throbbing as he tried to clear them. 

“Reggie?”

Oh. He knew that voice. Snapping his head up, he listened to the soft click of heels across the floor, until a warm hand was brushing wet strands of hair out of his face. The room illuminated a second later, with real fire this time, warm and comforting, and the hazy glow of it lit the room enough for him to pull your features from the dark. 

“Mon amour,” He slurred, words blurring at the edges no matter how hard he tried to speak them clearly, “And here I thought you forgot about little old me.”

“Regulus.” You sounded disappointed, he hated that tone of your voice. So, he lifted the bottle to take another drink. The bottle never made it to his lips, he felt you slip it from his hand and heard it clink back into place on the trolley before your hands were back on his face. 

He liked that. 

“You’re freezing to the touch, Reg. And wet. Why are you sitting here like this in the dark, you’re going to get sick?”

“I was feeling—” He cut himself off with an ungentlemanly burp, chuckling to himself about how appalled his mother would have been to hear it, “Poetic.”

“Poetic, or stupid?”

He frowned at that, his mouth tightening it to a scowl, “Hey. You can’t call me stupid right now, this is your fault!”

“My fault?” Your lips twitched in amusement as you offered him your hands, and though Regulus was sure that somewhere inside he should’ve been embarrassed by this state, he couldn't find it within himself to care. This all felt a little too surreal as it was, perhaps it was just an alcohol-induced vision, and he’d come around from it soon. Might as well make the most of it. “How, pray tell, does that work out?”

You tugged him to his feet, and Regulus felt his stomach turn uncomfortably as he found his footing. You led him through his flat like you knew the way by heart, a painfully endearing action that he would tuck away to rehash in the morning when he was sober enough to hurt again. 

You placed him down on his bed, and he sat on the edge of it, watching you open and close the drawers to his dressers, searching for something. Fresh clothes, he reckoned. So long passed by in silence as you found him a change of clothes that it seemed you’d forgotten the question you’d asked, but it was still bouncing around in his whiskey-addled brain, echoing in his ears. It was only as you were pressing a kiss to the damn waves atop his head that he managed to find his voice enough to answer;

“You forgot about me.”

You reared back, re-entering his line of vision, and he choked down the swelling ball of emotions that followed the words escaping. It was little use, not as hot tears stung at his eyes, and he sniffled with his next inhale. “Reggie, what?”

His lip wobbled, and you crouched before him, cupping his cheeks so tenderly that it shattered his heart all over again. Your thumbs wiped across his cheeks, clearing away tears that were falling heavily, and he took a ragged deep breath. “You forgot about me. It’s Valentine’s Day, and you didn’t even send me a note. You have owls, patronus, and even the Floo! And nothing. We promised each other it wouldn't change things, but you forgot about me! You forgot about the person you’re supposed to love, on the day of love!”

Sobs were breaking free, and then your arms snaked around him, holding him close. Even though you were the cause of his pain, he was a weak enough man to concede that you were also the cure. He pressed his face into your neck as you played with his hair, and he cried. 

He cried for the raging, turbulent emotions of the day. 

He cried for every night he went to sleep alone, in a half-furnished home, because you were supposed to be here with him. 

He cried for the relationship staggered to a halt that seemed like it would never get back on track. 

He cried for his long-distance lover, who was supposed to be by his side, whom he missed every second of every day like a missing limb. 

He cried for every part of his pain that he normally suppressed, every emotional thought he’d never given voice to. 

“I’m so mad at you for leaving, do you know that?” He croaked, when the tears finally stopped and all that was left was his raw voice and the painful truth, “I know it’s just for a few years, but it’s killing me, mon amour. I wasn’t made to be apart from you, I was made to be by your side.”

You sniffled too, and it was then that he realised your pretty makeup was smeared, your cheeks were splotchy with colour like he imagined his own would be, and your eyes were rimmed with red. Raising a trembling hand, he brushed a lingering tear track from its shiny river along your cheek. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it when I blamed you.”

“I hate it too, Reggie.” You finally said, settling onto the floor in front of him, kneeling on the carpet and taking his hands in your own. You kissed his knuckles, each one slowly, and he felt a weight slip free from his chest. “I miss you every day. I think of you every moment. It doesn’t matter how long passes, I still look for you by my side every time I hear a funny joke or have a thought, and I still catch myself saying goodnight to you when I’m alone in bed each evening. I reach for you every morning before my mind catches up with my body. I miss you too, please know that.”

Your words simultaneously healed something within him while shattering something else, they settled a weight in his stomach but freed one from his shoulders. You were both struggling, but it helped to know his misery had company. 

“I didn’t forget about you today, Reg. I planned to come to you earlier this morning but couldn't. I’ve been working on this surprise since Christmas, since the last time we had to say goodbye and I almost couldn't leave again.” His gaze snapped up to find yours, lips parting to release a breath, and his heart skipped a beat at the smile that crawled over your face. “The Floo I had booked travel collapsed during the night, the whole chimney fell in on itself and it took hours to clear. And by the time it was done, you clearly weren’t home. You know the Floo doesn’t open if you’re not home, Reg. I’ve been sitting in the pub waiting hours, trying every thirty minutes!”

His jaw dropped, the cogs turning in his mind, even if they were operating at a lower functioning pace than usual, and his cheeks bloomed with heat. “You didn’t forget about me.” He whispered, more in confirmation to himself than anything, as he lifted a hand to tuck hair out of your face, and you smiled sadly at him with a sigh. 

“Forget about you, Regulus Black? How could I ever do that? Your soul calls out to mine, you are tattooed onto my very heart. I don’t know who I’d be without you.”

“Now who’s being poetic?” He whispered, sliding a cold hand onto your neck, and pulling you in. Finally, your lips met his, and everything in his world felt like it shifted back into place. When you kissed him back, a resounding click seemed to echo through his body, as it all locked back into place. 

You stood, he no longer had to look down at you, but up at you instead, as he kept up with your kisses, even as you moved. Your hands went to the hem of his damp sweater, tugging it up in a bundle with his shirt and dropping the pile unceremoniously to the ground. Your hands were hot against his skin, and he groaned at the loss of your mouth on his once again, as you directed him into a new, dry hoodie. 

Between kisses and reassuring touches, you had somehow managed to coerce him into dry clothes, tipping a hangover potion to his lips, before he even knew it. Because the next time Regulus found himself possessing clear thought and legible inner dialogue, was hours later. 

His lips were kiss-bitten and swollen, and his heart was steadily pumping in a way that reminded him of how happy he was to be alive. He was warm, uncomfortably so, wrapped up in layers of clothing and bedding, with your body smothered atop him, but he wouldn't move. No, he would stay where he was, he’d die of heatstroke if he had to, just for the chance to hold you a little longer. 

It would hurt him, cut him deep when he had to say goodbye to you once again after the weekend was over, but it didn’t seem so bad now. His heart wouldn't be the only one bleeding, he wouldn’t be the only one struggling. Soon, you’d be gone again, but it wouldn't be forever, and you wouldn't forget him.

It just meant delaying those plans for the future a little longer, but he could cope, he thought. 

Maybe not all of the plans had to wait, after all. He could have a home and a life waiting and ready for you when you graduate. He could get the ball rolling, and when you were ready, he’d be right here waiting for you. 

How happy he could make you, he thought, if you both just waited a little longer. You were worth the wait, that much he knew. 

[orimuraa]

ㅤㅤ ༊·˚ Like a fantasy - OT7

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆tropes enhypen would be ⨾

۶ৎ ot7!enhypen x fem!reader ┆fluff┆kisses, headcanons┆ wc 1k

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hehe..someone get me a man like ni-ki 😔 reblogs and feedback appreciated ^^ comment or send in an ask if you think i should write individual oneshots based off of these scenarios 👀

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

hehe ok..hear me out...but heeseung definitely gives brother's best friend trope

like, imagine your jake's little sister

and heeseung is always at your house bc of jake

and you've developed a small crush on heeseung but who wouldn't

but you're scared that jake will be mad, being the overprotective brother he is

heeseung has also been silently crushing on you, too scared of his best friend though to make a move

so when he comes clean to jake and shockingly gets jake's go ahead to date you (after a bribe with ramyeon), he's rushing out to plan the perfect way to ask you out

idk but hee just seems like the type to be a forehead kisser bc he knows jake does NAWT wanna see him smoochin his little sis

but yeah <3 he loves you so much and is so grateful to have you <3

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

uhh ok soo...i'm feeling maybe co-workers to lovers? don't question it

i see jay as one of your friendly co-workers who is insanely hot and you may or may not have a tiny crush on him

but it's okay bc he likes you too >//<

your desks are next to each other and so you have gotten many opportunities to talk and get to know each other better

he brings you coffee every morning as a sweet gesture

i feel like he would confess about his feelings first, then ask you out on a date

he's so over the moon when you say you've liked him too for a while now

when you guys are working, he'll definitely steal a couple kisses 🤭

the office most definitely ships you guys too

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

childhood besties to lovers.

period.

he's so loser coded too...

like, he's know you since forever and he's also liked you since forever >.<

jake is so whipped for you though lmao

he's definitely the type to chase away all the guys who are interested in you because he's jealous~

jake is always at your house because duhh he's jake and he can be

no but seriously, i think that it would be like you catch feelings for him too, but you're scared of ruining the friendship so you distance yourself a bit

but when he confronts you, he ends up tripping over his words and accidentally spilling that he's liked you for years now

big on kissing cause he's so loser coded <3

jk i love him....but he's just childhood bestie material

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

so uhh i don't know what this one is called...but basically, sunghoon's super popular and he's like, a jock and all that

but you're kinda quiet, nerdy, and less about being in the spotlight

and so sunghoon is kinda dumb and failing some of his classes, so the teacher assigns you to tutor him

at first, sunghoon thinks he's gonna hate this, but when he sees you, a gorgeous, sweet girl, he decides to make it worth while

he's such a flirt yet you're a pro at ignoring it, making him fall for you even more

eventually, he gets you to fall for his charm and then asks you out <3

he's never been so happy with someone and you really bring out a playful side of him

sunghoon has no shame kissing you whenever and wherever

so you better get used to all the attention now >//<

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

sunoo kinda gives strangers to lovers but like, cafe version

so he works at a cafe that you have just discovered and you really love it so you become a regular customer

you've always been too shy to ask the front worker for his number but you can read his little name tag that says his name is 'sunoo'

sunoo knows you as "pretty cafe girl" not having the guts to ask you

eventually, sunoo grows some balls and writes his number on a napkin one day, handing it to you along with your usual order

"hey, i think you're really pretty and i would love to get to know you <3 xxx-xxx-xxxx -sunoo"

AFGHJS he's so smooth

he'll take you out on a couple dates before making things official with you

and let me tell you, he absolutely adores you and you're the best thing that has ever happened to him <3

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

screams academic rival to lovers

you and him have always been neck and neck with each other in terms of academics

you've beaten him in certain classes and so has he, fueling your hatred for each other

but one day, you get paired to work together

and at first, you hate it and you hate him

but slowly, you start to realize just how kind and funny he is

jungwon has a similar encounter because after a few study sessions together, he realizes that he really has no other reason to hate you

your smart, sweet, funny, and really pretty, so he thinks, why not just become friends? why continue this rivalry?

when you two start dating, it shocks the whole school because wdym the two rivals are dating now???

occasional teasing about higher scores still happens tho <3

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

ni-ki kinda gives like, enemies to lovers ngl...

but not really true enemies, just kinda like, he teases you a lot and you find him annoying

you don't exactly remember when it happened, but one day, ni-ki just stopped teasing you completely, replacing all the teasing with kind actions

this confused you so bad and when you questioned him about it, he just shrugged it off, hiding the blush on his cheeks

turns out, he's actually liked you for a while and when he went to get advice from his hyungs, they told him to stop annoying you and start being kind

this is all revealed to you when you actually become friends with him

you also confess that you've had a small crush on him as well and he's so excited >//<

he will ask you out so quickly bc he's just so happy that you like him back (OH MY GOSH HE'S SO CUTE TT)

but yeah, he still enjoys teasing you very much <3 just not as much

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

⚘. Perm taglist: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy

[gracieheartspedro]

an: hiii lovers! this is the first year I'm doing this! I have been compiling my favorite fics this year and wanted to list them all out for you! there's a wide variety of characters here, so I am organizing them that way. just note, I am not putting all their warnings as all these fics have their own warning lists. please don't read anything that'll make you uncomfortable.

all these fics are smutty. I am a bit of a whore.

also would love to say that these may not have been written this year, simply just ones I've read this year!

happy reading <3

Joel Miller:

bitter by @pedgito - a moment of desperation and a kind gesture leads you down an inescapable path alongside two brothers and a town with a nasty secret

cherry thrill by @hellishjoel - your tattoo artist, joel miller, takes your virginity.

Homemade by @gutsby - While your dad’s watching a movie downstairs, you and his best friend decide to make one of your own.

The Hills by @honeyedmiller - drugs. sex. fame. joel miller—the very man you despise. something about hollywood or other. it all seems to become a blurred line when you get invited to an oscars after party at a house in the hills.

Dirty Laundry by @pedgito - you've got an issue and joel's willing to solve it. after all, what are neighbors for?

Brat (the entire series) by @shellshocklove - joel is having a brat summer.

The Right Kind of Wrong by @myownwholewildworld - your car breaks down and you make a deal with your dad's best friend, joel, who happens to be the best mechanic in town. you'll work for him over the summer holidays to pay your debt back, but maybe you can find a pleasant shortcut to it?

October's End by @salingers - a filthy halloween night with your dad's best friend, joel miller.

that's the way road dogs do it by @joelsdagger - on a night out with friends, you run into someone from your past.

wherever you stray, i'll follow by @cavillscurls - Joel resents the choice to allow an unmated omega into Jackson—until he’s the only one who can help her feel at home.

absolution (the entire series) by @pedgito - Moving in with your soon-to-be stepfather under the roof of his brother, Joel, ends up being a turning point of change in your life.

positions by @hellishjoel - You and Joel mutually pleasure each other while “researching” porn. 

hook em (series) by @joeloverture - trying to get back at your cheating quarterback ex-boyfriend leads you right into the arms of his coach. you plan on staying there for a little while.

Dave York:

let them feel by @guiltyasdave

Notes On Tutoring by @honestly-shite - Mr York becomes your new classical guitar tutor in your final year at music college. A dark, mysterious man, you struggle to get a read on him but that doesn't stop you from finding many ways to push his buttons. You manage to infuriate him with your stubbornness and forced complacency but there is definitely something else too. There's a pull that you feel whenever he is near. You wonder if he feels it too.

Javier Peña:

Unscripted Desire (the entire series) by @gothcsz - you’re a camerawoman that shoots pornos. javier peña is the pornstar you can’t stand. why is it that you’re always so affected by him?

When in Positano by @honeyedmiller - honeymooning in italy with your husband is a dream, especially when he reveals he wants to start a family with you.

three's a crowd by @amanitacowboy - you hadn't been with a woman for years, but for javi? you would do anything he asked and more

helping hand by @mrsmando - you and javi take a bath together.

Marcus Acacius:

Acta Non Verba by @myownwholewildworld - scotland, 83 AD after the battle of mons graupius. the romans have come up to the boundaries of their empire with a relentless desire to conquer the savages that inhabit the highlands. they won't rest until the Caledonian tribes are subjugated. Marcus Acacius is in charge of your clansmen's fate, but if such fate is similar to your family's, you know you need to do something about it. as the only living daughter of the tribe chief, your people look to you for leadership. power plays, treason, deception, rebellion, war, love, heartbreak, betrayal. and two souls, destined to despise each other, trying to navigate it all.

Shadows of the love under the laurel by @stylesispunk - In the shadows of the Roman Empire, you, a devoted servant, discover love with the honorable General Marcus Acacius. You both navigate the treacherous current of social expectations when a looming marriage comes to risk everything.

Prima Nocta by @fuckyeahdindjarin - Tomorrow, you will marry your husband-to-be. But tonight - it belongs to his father.

Dieter Bravo:

It's Only Make Believe by @jennaispunk - What began as a publicity stunt turns into much more than you expected.

bouquet by @mypoisonedvine - being quarantined in his hotel room has dieter getting a little stir crazy, and when the drugs run out, he has to find a new vice. that's how he found you.

salt, shot, lime by @freelancearsonist - You meet your celebrity crush in a bar; he turns out to be a lot more fun than you expected.

Lucien Flores:

Mutual by @luxurychristmaspudding - you and lucien have both been invited to this dinner with explicit instructions: play nice. but it's kind of hard when you can't stand each other. even harder when the meaning begins to blur with his hands on you.

Fortnight by @pedgito - it was never a favor, allowing him to take up space in your apartment. but, time after time, he finds his way back and somehow, it brings an unexpected normalcy to your life.

Azalea by @morallyinept - A man from your past shows up at a party and leaves you on the cusp of making a life changing choice. Do you stay, or do you leave with him?

Frankie Morales:

Listen by @luxurychristmaspudding - you’ve been serving frankie and his friends at your bar for months. despite your wishing and wanting, the shy pilot doesn’t work up the nerve to ask you out before santi introduces you to his buddy, joel.

End Up Here by @undrthelights - you’ve had a distaste for frankie for as long as you can remember, so how did you end up here?

Din Djarin:

New Perspective by @mellowswriting - teaching the infamous Mandalorian to slow down and enjoy life isn't easy. it takes planning, patience - and silken sheets apparently.

just can’t say goodbye by @saradika

Ellie Williams:

make a woman out of me by @pearlcigs - you swore to yourself you only longed for ellie in a platonic way, but as you get older you seem to realize just how pretty she really is.

too little too late by @elleloquently - " can you see me? i'm waiting for the right time / I can't read you but if you want, the pleasure's all mine "

Infiltration by @astralnymphh - your suspicious encounter has given ellie her five minutes and her knife—but can she truly measure insincerity?

Abby Anderson:

hers only by @abbyshands - gf!abby does not like clara, the gym trainer who can’t keep her hands off you. so who’s surprised when she loses her composure, channeling her rage in the form of rough, hard sex?

good luck, babe! by @studioghibelli - your boyfriend has been cheating on you. when you confront the woman he’s been seeing, she offers you a proposition.

don't fuck your coworkers by @untitledgf-pdf - you're a server and abby is a line cook

Eddie Munson:

please, please, please by @/keeryhours - Eddie is no stranger to the Hawkins legal system. It’s no surprise to anyone when he’s dragged in cuffs again, but it is unexpected when someone catches his eye - the police chief’s daughter.

COME AGAIN by @mediocredreams - When you go to your best friend for dating advice, his perverted ways come in handy.

Secrets I Have Held In My Heart (Are Harder to Hide Than I Thought) by @andvys - A weekend alone with Eddie at Steve's cabin reveals all yours and his deepest desires, feelings you were too afraid to act upon bubbling to the surface, leading to a steamy night that might change you and your best friend forever.

smoke me out by @strangerstilinski - you and eddie are friends — and really, what's a little shotgunning amongst friends?

[bloodchapell]

hiii if its not too much work could I request what’s it like to be high school sweethearts with stanley?

Also side note I LOVE your writing sm especially since there is barely any one that writes for dr stone now these days 😔

highschool lover — stanley s. SIDE A

what to expect: suggestive, so cuteee

your sword's note: thankyu for the request dear anon! i actually have two posts for this request, i will link it here so check it out too (SIDE B). more on my mistresslist

i have two ideas, either you are a goody two shoes or sheer evil, but for this one lets go with the angel on earth, i will do the menace on the side B

you have english together, he hates the teacher but always sees you participating and it kinda pisses him off but he lets it slide because you are so beautiful that he can't even skip the class because he needs to see you there

the teacher asks you to tutor him, so after school you go to your house and you sit in the dining table with the book assigned for class. you sit reading out loud the first part, then you stop and talk with him about it, initially he doesn't get the symbolism or the metaphors, and he is ready to feel embarrassed and stupid, but you help him right away. he feels his heart skip a beat at the tenderness of your voice, he has never been treated so softly

every day after school, you hang out. you tell him that you love books. he can't talk about books with you, so he asks what your favorite is and at your house you lend it to him

once he is home, he opens it. there is a pressed flower in between, and the paper smells like you, page after page he sees annotations on the text with your beautiful script. he reads the book in one sitting.

"i finished the book dolly, let's talk about it." he asks. he loved the book, it changed his whole perception of things. in recess, you sit together and you discuss the book

his grades in english class improve so much that he doesn't need you to tutor him anymore. you catch him purposefully messing up the response of his homework just so he has an excuse to spend time with you. "stan you know the right answers." you tilt your head and so he erases the wrongdoings and writes the correct ones

he is constantly telling xeno about you. he asks stanley if he likes you and he can't even lie. "no, i don't like her, i am in love with her."

one afternoon while you both read in your house, he asks hesitantly. "dolly, this might be odd, but i would like to take you on a date." you agree so fast that it actually makes him laugh

he takes you on a picnic and then to a drive-through movie theater. initially he doesn't know how to act but you remain kind and understanding as always that he simply acts like usual

by the end of the date, when he drives you back to your house, he opens the door for you and walks you to your doorstep, and you give him a kiss on the lips

the next day, he comes by your house. when you hear the doorbell you open the door and find him with a bouquet of flowers and chocolates. you hug him and let him in. despite his meh handwriting, he gives you a letter. since i met you, my life has become like a dream, my poor vocabulary can't even express it, so i will read all the books i have to until i can tell you. xeno helped him redact that. he is not easily vulnerable, but given the type of person he fell in love with, he feels it is only just. if he has to learn, no problem, he can do it.

"be my girlfriend dolly." he asks playing with your hair, you nod immediately and hug him

he is late to all his classes because he insists on carrying your bag for you and dropping you off to every class

you introduce him to your parents on your first month together, and even years later, having been in the military and in special missions that are real danger, he has never been as scared

he has kissed before, but not like he kisses you. of course later on you two star experimenting and kissing gets heated, but on the regular your kisses are tender and full of love, and he is addicted to them

he heard a girl call you a nerd once in the hallway, but since he couldn't beat her up, he put a rat in her locker

stanley introduces you to xeno and he approves of you👍🏻

he thinks you are an innocent sweet pea but while looking through the collection of books in your room he finds the most down bad novellas, he is shocked

people are always saying "no wayyy" to him when he says that you are his girlfriend, what cliche is going on here!?

all the teachers keep joking that you are going to finally fix him. "there is nothing to fix, he is perfect like this, be more respectful." you say. he doesn't know if to laugh at them or cry at your sweet words

he takes you to alongside him to his hangout with xeno at the paintball arena. he teaches you how to shoot the gun and you seem clueless at first but end up winning. it seems feasible defeating xeno, but even before training stanley was already good at guns

he would never attend school dances, but after he started dating you he does, not only because you thought it might be cute but because he wants to show you off and laugh in the faces of his enemies (whatever that means)

he is oddly shy to get handsy at first, even knowing what you would be reading, but after a particularly heated make out session you pull his hands towards your body and he can't help but give in

"are you sure in the car is fine dolly? wouldn't you want something more romantic?" he pants holding your waist in the backseat of his car. "who ever said that?" you play with the hem of his shirt. nonetheless it was on. clothes removed and bruises on his neck, he had imagined that your first time together would be different, but it is just fine to have you ride him in his car. looks like one can learn a lot from reading —stanley's thoughts—

you are king and queen of prom hell yeah !

better believe you guys are lasting forevah

when stanley goes to training it hits you very hard. you send him so many letters that everyone is jealous

in the class reunion, god knows how many years after, people are gossiping about the highschool days. when they see you walking together they sigh, "of fucking course"