#i made the mistake of scrolling through my ideas list...

[anyu-blue]

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[don-dake]

So I've been playing around with Cāngjié…

And I thought a post like this (similar to a post on Zhùyīn done by linghxr) may be of interest to some.

Edited: 10 Sep 2023

This post has gotten a little popular lately and on scrutinizing my own post again, I've come to the conclusion that I had made some mistakes in my given character examples.

Amended now. Namely, 「唔」 and 「龍」 have now been swapped over in the examples.

「唔」 is really the “3-parts”, and 「龍」 is indeed a “2-parts” character! Amendments are reflected in orange.

What (and who) is Cāngjié?

For those who may not know, Cāngjié is another way to input 漢字/汉字 (Hànzì — Chinese characters). It is way less popular than Pinyin (or even Zhuyin) but it still has its fans, and has a few advantages over the other two.

Cāngjié is also the name of the mythical figure in Chinese legend who is said to have been the inventor of 漢字/汉字, for which Cāngjié (the input system) was named after.

Would I recommend it?

Yes, if you think you have already acquired a good (enough) understanding of 漢字/汉字, and/or just like a new challenge.

(TL;DR at the end)

Why am I learning Cāngjié (and why you may like to, too)?

1. Mostly for fun.

Have long been intrigued by both Cāngjié and Zhùyīn, and since I finally mustered up the courage to tackle Zhùyīn not too long ago, I thought I'd finally give Cāngjié a try.

While learning Cāngjié does require more effort than learning Pinyin or Zhuyin, it can also be really fun! Inputting 漢字/汉字 with the Cāngjié method is almost like doing a jigsaw puzzle.

The euphoria derived from figuring out and piecing together the radicals that make up a word is something that learning Jyutping (Cantonese equivalent of Pinyin), Pinyin or Zhuyin can't quite match.

And while I know I'll never be as adept with Cāngjié — my knowledge of 漢字/汉字 is nowhere near good enough to ever use Cāngjié efficiently — as I do Jyutping or Pinyin (or to some extent, Zhuyin), it'll still be fun to use Cāngjié every once in a while!

2. Helps with thinking and typing in Chinese.

The upshot of relying too much on using Jyutping/Pinyin/Zhuyin is, I'd tend to think in Roman letters or ㄅㄆㄇㄈ before I'd even think about the actual 漢字/汉字.

But with Cāngjié, because it's based on knowing radicals and joining them together to form actual characters, it'll encourage thinking of 漢字/汉字 first, so I think that would help some with 漢字/汉字 memory retention.

Now you may be thinking, why not just you know, practise actually writing then? That is the tried and proven method to better remember 漢字/汉字 after all?

Yes, of course I can do that — and am doing so occasionally — but we live in a digital age now, and the probability and opportunity to type things out is much higher than actually writing stuff by hand.

The idea here is, more looking to think of and envision characters fully in my head, and trying to lessen over-reliance on Jyutping/Pinyin/Zhuyin.

And this is where I find Cāngjié can be useful, which leads to my next point…

3. Haunted by “What if” scenario.

What if there comes a day (however improbable) where I'm presented with only a Cāngjié keyboard to use for typing Chinese? It has happened with Zhùyīn for me!

That means, no Pinyin or Zhuyin keyboards, no Handwriting tools/touchscreens to write with fingers/mouse, no speech-to-text, and no option to copy-and-paste characters from somewhere else either! What then?

4. Able to type without knowing pronunciation, and with more accuracy.

Cāngjié is shape-based. Unlike Jyutping/Pinyin/Zhuyin, where you have to know what a character sounds like before you can type it out, with Cāngjié, you can type out (again assuming no Handwriting or other tools available) characters without needing to know how to pronounce them at all.

With shape-based typing, you'd also get more accurate hits in the first few 漢字/汉字 that show up, versus sound-based methods like Pinyin where for e.g., typing out “wan” will get you a whole list under the same sound and you may have to scroll through a whole lot to get the exact “wan” you need.

You can also type both Traditional and Simplified characters without having to toggle something or switch keyboards.

So how does one begin learning Cāngjié?

Install a Cāngjié keyboard.

Duh…but of course! Heh! Gboard offers one, banded under Cantonese language input (Android user here, don't know about iPhones, sorry).

There are two versions of Cāngjié that are prevalent currently. Cāngjié 3 and Cāngjié 5. Cāngjié 5 is supposed to be an improvement over version 3 but I don't find there's much; having a slightly altered version just adds to the confusion and unnecessarily complicates matters, in fact!

If you have a choice, I'd recommend selecting Cāngjié 3 as that is more supported. Some operating systems may not be too compatible with Cāngjié 5 still, for some strange reason.

You may also come across something called “Quick” (速成) aka, “Simplified Cāngjié”.

This is simply a scaled down version of Cāngjié, it's still based on Cāngjié's formula. So you still need to know how Cāngjié works in order to use “Quick” efficiently.

You'd then need a chart like this. ↓

* the 重 (Z) key doesn't really come into use. I don't really know what it's for, but it seems to be used (paired with other keystrokes) mainly to type out various punctuation marks.

There are variants out there, some having a little more, or less, radicals shown than in the above example, but I'll say the chart here is one of the more comprehensive ones I've found so far (and sufficient enough) — other charts often fail to highlight the 難 (X) key and what it corresponds to.

You don't have to memorize the chart all at once. Just always have a chart like this on hand to refer to and with enough typing practise, you'll eventually remember which key corresponds with which radicals.

Remember the rules. ↓

“1 part” character (e.g. 寫) = first 3 & last (radical).

“2 parts” character (e.g. 唔龍) = first & last, first 2 & last.

“3 parts” character (e.g. 難) = first & last, first & last, last.

e.g. 寫 ↓

With radicals 宀，丿，臼 (first 3) and 灬 (last).

Corresponding keys: 十，竹，難 and 火。

寫 → 写 ↓

With radicals 冖，卜，㇆ (first 3)，一 (last).

Corresponding keys：月，卜，尸 and 一。

e.g. 龍 ↓

With radicals 亠，月 (first & last), 卜，コ (first 2)，ヒ (last).

Corresponding keys: 卜，月，卜，尸，and 心。

龍 → 龙 ↓ (Simplified 龍 → 龙，a “1 part” character)

With radicals 丶，ナ，ヒ (first 3).

Corresponding keys: 戈，大，and 心。

e.g. 難 ↓

With radicals 廿，人 (first & last)，亻(first & last)，土 (last).

Corresponding keys: 廿，人，人 and 土。

難 → 难 ↓

With radicals ヌ (first & last)，亻(first & last)，土 (last).

Corresponding keys: 水，人，and 土。

Occasionally, you may get a character that looks like a “2 parts” but is actually a “3 parts”. ↓

e.g. 唔 ↓

With radicals 口 (first & last)，一，一 (first & last)，口 (last).

Corresponding keys: 口，一，一 and 口。

Or looks like a “1 part” but really a “3 parts”. ↓

e.g. 奪 ↓

With radicals 大 (first & last)，亻，土 (first & last)，丶 (last).

Corresponding keys: 大，人，土，and 戈。

奪 → 夺 ↓(Simplified 奪 → 夺，a “1 part” character)

With radicals 大，寸 (first 3; the 丶 is the 3rd component).

Corresponding keys: 大，木，and 戈。

But these are exceptions, and don't occur that often.

And you can start practising!

You can try out this pretty good app called 『五色學倉頡』 (learning Cāngjié with 5 colours), for practise. It's on Playstore, just search for “Cangjie Dictionary” and it should show up.

You have to pay to unlock higher levels, unfortunately. ↓

Anyway, each character comes with colour coded hints and you can opt to turn them off if you like more of a challenge. There are also hints (提示) and the chart (字根表) to refer to if you're really stuck. Also has a dictionary component (查字典) to check out the Cāngjié input for characters.

Another option would be a website called HKCards. ↓

You can use it to check the Cāngjié input for any 漢字/汉字, and there's section for practise (倉頡輸入法練習) as well. After inputting your answer with Cāngjié keys (手田水口廿卜), you can click on the “Answer” (答案) button to see how right or wrong your answers were. ↓

There are 8 characters each time, and you can just hit “Practise Again” (再做練習) to refresh for another 8 to practise with. I've yet to hit a limit.

Unfortunately, this website has lots of ads popping up. And it only supports searching in Traditional characters (Cāngjié was initially catered more for Traditional).

Or you can just try practising randomly with a Cāngjié keyboard and check for mistakes with a Cāngjié dictionary (『五色學倉頡』 app's dictionary comes in really useful here — it appears to support searching in Simplified too).

TL;DR

Cāngjié could be useful (and fun) to know if your 漢字/汉字 knowledge is already adequate, and/or you just like a new challenge.

And if watching videos is more your thing, here's a really helpful YouTube tutorial on how to use Cāngjié (has English subs)!

[gaybananabread]

HI HI HI, just noticed that you have ATSV in your fandom list and literally exploded?!???? I’d like to order oranges, bananas and cherries pls!! Ler! Miguel and like Lee!Reader BUT LIKE, the reader is like just a teenager?? Found family trope if you catch my vibe yk

TYSM IF YOU DECIDE TO DO THIS, if ya don’t ITS FINEEE BUT YEAH YEAH <333

Fruit(s): Oranges, Bananas, Cherries

This is a pretty fun idea, don’t get many insert requests! I’m pretty sure you meant the reader to be a spider person, so that’s where I went with it. If not, eeeeeh sorry! Never written for Miguel, so I hope he isn’t too crazy OOC in this. Also, since it wasn’t specified, went gender neutral. A tad angsty because it’s been that kinda week. It’s long because I’m a sucker for found family stuff.. Thank you for the kind words, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Gender Neutral Reader

Ler: Miguel

Summary: You’ve been taking unnecessary risks on missions, trying to show off and impress a certain Spider-Man. It has the opposite effect, only worrying the man and making him question you. After you joke around and play off the danger, he uses a special tactic to make sure you learn your lesson.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Your life was interesting, to say the least. For the past seven months, you had been your universe’s one and only spider person. That…that was hard. Especially when you had nobody to turn to. Trying to stay in school and keep the city safe was easier said than done, and it was still a mouthful. That stress took its toll on you, and it wasn’t pretty. Long story short, you managed to isolate yourself from everyone who cared.

On one particular night, you were fighting a strange villain you’d never seen before. He…kinda looked like he had a fishbowl on his head; his appearance was cartoonish. Called himself Mysterio. The guy kept yelling about his revenge; how Stark, whoever that was, wronged him. Just another crazy guy. Unfortunately, he was a very powerful crazy guy.

He gave you everything he had. Mists, holograms, hallucinations. You were reeling, struggling to stay in the fight. Mysterio prayed on your anxieties, your fears, your past: everything you had been facing. One thing was painfully clear. 

You couldn’t do it alone.

And that’s when your luck turned. A bright flash of orange and red light broke through the green smoke, someone’s booming voice bringing you back to reality. Glowing red webs popped the hologram devices, a blue-and-red suited man landing a hit square in the fish bowl. 

In a few quick strikes, the fight was over. The man caught your attention with his fighting skills and quick thinking. You could tell he was trying to keep Mysterio away from you. When the fight was over, you rushed over to him, trying to get any information from him. 

He looked you over, having LYLA scan your signature. You were…all alone. Everyone you loved had been shoved away. The man related a bit too closely to that…

Before you could come off as completely desperate, he tossed you a watch and waved you towards an open portal. The rest was history.

The man, Miguel O’Hara, took you under his wing. He was a bit temperamental, but it was clear he cared for you. No matter how many stupid mistakes you made, how many anomalies got the drop on you, he was right there. You definitely grew attached, placing him high on your mantle. You wanted to impress him, though that was more difficult than it seemed. Pushing your limits, you gave every mission your all, even if it put you at risk. You were fine. Just needed to do better.

-

Miguel was concerned. No, scratch that, he was worried and downright anxious for your every move. Why were you taking so many unnecessary risks?! He certainly hadn’t taught you that, though a few names came to mind… Regardless, it was a habit you had to drop.

The mission you went on that day was the last straw. It was a low-grade villain, just an average Kraven. Easy catch-and-send; only you didn’t make it easy. 

Kraven had laid all sorts of traps, though thanks to his brightly-colored universe, they were detectable. At least, they would’ve been if you hadn’t rushed in. In your mind, the quicker you captured him, the more impressed Miguel would be. Bursting into action, you didn’t notice the traps and sprung a flash-bang snare. While you managed to dodge the wire, you were dazed and your spider sense was left reeling. Not good.

Struggling to your feet, you shot out webs in every direction, trying to nail him or at least get a sense of where he was. The flash wasn’t good, though if you still caught him, Miguel would at least be a little impressed. A yelp to your left got you what you needed. As you ran to try and web him up, you stepped on a wire; a wire connected to a high-voltage unit. The sound of the electricity hit your ears before the shock itself. 

-

“What were you thinking?”

The dim lighting of Miguel’s office just made everything twice as intimidating. You had gotten a clean bill of health from the med bay, though it didn’t make you feel any better. It felt like you let him down. When you shrugged, he sighed, running a hand down his face.

“Malditos adolescentes.” He mumbled under his breath, trying to stay calm and collected. Miguel was far from mad, but he was definitely worried, and yeah, a little annoyed that you kept ignoring your training. Still, he knew showing that would only upset you further. “You going to start talking or sit here in silence a little longer? It’s empanada day, and I’d be happier if you came clean.”

You rubbed your arm, remembering the way your nerves lit up from the trap. It was safe to say you were embarrassed to admit the real reason you rushed. “Uh…felt like I needed a little recharge?” Okay, dumb joke, but it’s how you dealt with stuff. How a lot of spider people dealt with stuff.

He huffed, not appreciating your attempt to play off his concern. “Look kid, I’m gonna tell you how it is. You’ve been rushing missions, over exerting yourself, and making risky calls I’ve never seen from you before. Tell me what’s going on with you. I promise I won’t get mad.” His voice softened at the end, his look shifting to one of concern and worry.

That made you pause. Lying wasn’t going to get you far, and it was really close to lunch… “I…kinda, sorta, maybe wanted to…ya know, i-impress you…” Your voice dropped off at the end as you suddenly found a scuff on the floor incredibly interesting.

“Kid…” Miguel paused, taking a deep breath. “C’mon. You know you don’t have to try and impress me. I just don’t want you making stupid mistakes and getting hurt.” It didn’t take a genius to decipher the look of guilt that went across your face. Miguel thought back to a few weeks ago, when you had gotten a minor side injury. He had bandaged you up and made a rather adorable discovery while doing so. That’d work.

Trying to control his expression, Miguel got closer, sitting beside you on the ledge. Miggy was trying to get better with his people skills, and since he met you,  he was doing good. “Look, burbujita, it’s okay. Get the guilt off your face, try a smile~” 

You understood where he was going with that immediately. You quickly shot out a web, shooting up towards his tall office cieling. He shook his head, a throaty chuckle escaping him before he followed. It was big, but he knew his office better than anyone. Silently, Miguel landed on the cieling, scanning for you.

A place where rebar met the ceiling gave you a place to crouch. You clamped your hand over your mouth, trying to hide any giggles or heavy breaths. Unbeknownst to you, it was the only spot up there like that. He knew exactly where you were.

Miguel crawled over, springing up and grabbing you by the waist. He huffed at your shriek of surprise, carefully dropping back down and sitting you down on one of the ledges. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, sitting beside you and pulling you close. If he hadn’t been planning such silly antics, it would’ve been sweet.

Before you could try to shove him off, you felt five clawed fingers on your side. The arm around your shoulders tightened, blocking any escape routes. “M-miguehehehel?!” Tickling was the last thing you expected; maybe yelling or a two-week probation, but that? And he was so smug about it, too.

“You should really laugh more, kid. That sound? Que lindo…” Miguel raked his claws up and down your side, being extra careful not to scratch you. You twisted and squirmed in his grip, but it was solid; you weren’t going anywhere. “Cohohome ohon! Ihi’m sohohory!”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “None of those apologies. Just stop putting yourself at risk, kid. I’m proud of you for just putting the mask on and going out to fight. You don’t need to overdo it.” Your cheeks reddened at the praise, though you blamed it on the silliness. 

Just when you thought he was done, you felt the claws move to your belly; specifically, he started on your navel. Ignoring your squeal of protest, he dug in. “They really need to make these suits thicker, huh? Great for flexibility, though not too good against wiggling fingers.”

You kicked your feet, squealing and laughing like a little kid. Miguel found it adorable. When he first met you, you were stuck in worries and the unpleasantness of life. It was nice to see you just let loose and laugh, even if it was a little unprofessional. 

He caught the redness of your cheeks, deciding to tease you just a bit further. “You’re so red, kid. Should I start calling you cara rosa?” Feeling your face heat up further, you tried to hide it in his chest. He tugged your shoulder, keeping your red face where he could see it. It was cute.

Wanting to hit one more spot before he quit, Miguel moved to claw at your ribs. He climbed up and down your ribcage, trying to get as many happy giggles out of you as he could. “You gonna stop trying to impress me and just do your best?” 

You nodded, thrashing like a worm on a hook. “Yehehes! Ihi prohohomise!” Miguel chuckled, pinching your side one last time before stopping. He rubbed your back, hugging you close and trying to help you settle down. “Was that so hard?” A small laugh escaped him at the look he received. “Alright, alright, I’m done. If you ever feel like that again, just tell me. I’ll help.”

Right as he stopped talking, a small sound made him smile further. You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “Guess I tired you out, didn’t I? We should go get you some lunch.” He patted your shoulder with a smirk, standing up and walking to the door. You cursed your stomach’s stupid growl before following, reflecting on everything that had happened to you since you got bit. Living with a man who cares about you, working to keep the spider-verse and all the people within it safe. Yeah, not a bad way to live…

[birds--daily]

welcome to birds daily!!

this is my blog where i draw a bird every single day! the idea was completely ripped off from one of my best friends of all time, @fish-daily !! please go check him out :0)

my name is sunny and i'm a wildlife biology major and art minor from the eastern united states. i'm 21 years old and i use they/them pronouns!

i'm here because i love birds so much, and i'm assuming if you're following then you do too!!

IMPORTANT INFO BELOW!!

what to know before you request

please check if i've drawn a bird before you request it! if you don't want to scroll through everything, all my birds are tagged by order. don't know the order of your bird? look it up! the IOC world bird list has a great resource for this.

i tag them by name, but some birds have multiple common names.

i also have a spreadsheet of every bird i've done so far! but i can definitely see myself forgetting to update this, so it's best to double check.

any avian dinosaur archaeopteryx-and-beyond can be requested! many ornithologists consider avialae to be the cutoff for "modern" birds.

i can't guarantee full-accuracy of prehistoric birds as i'm not very well-versed in paleontology.

please keep asks to only one bird! feel free to send multiple asks though. if you include multiple birds in an ask i'll just pick one. when i answer the ask to post it, the other birds will be gone forever...

i will prioritize requests in the order i received them in, but a couple times a week i might draw a personal pick instead.

not accepting duplicate birds doesn't mean you can't request a different version of the same bird, which leads me to…

sexual dimorphism and seasonal plumage!

yes! you can request different plumages and sexes of a bird i've already done! want to see a female ruddy duck? of course! want the breeding plumage of the willow ptarmigan? absolutely!

i have sex, maturity, and plumage recorded on my spreadsheet, but i'm bound to make some mistakes on there. once again, double-checking my blog is your best bet to getting accurate bird info!

if you don't specify anything, i'm going to assume the basic mature male with breeding plumage that you come to expect from a bird.

breeding and non-breeding plumage can also be called summer and winter plumage. some birds also have special names for their plumage forms. just to keep things consistent i'll be referring to it as breeding and non-breeding!

final notes

my main blog is @eggpathy if you're interested in any of my other art! i forget to post there a lot. most of my art is on my twitter under the same name (trying to move here though)

i'm a full-time college student with a job, so some days i won't be able to get a bird out. sometimes i might even have to take a few days to a week off just to keep my sanity. this doesn't mean i'm not having fun and enjoying drawing birds! it just means i'm busy and maybe need time for other things

i'm also still human. this means i WILL MAKE MISTAKES! i have not finished my degree yet and i'm still learning! one of the big reasons i made this account was to help myself learn my birds! i take extra time out of my day to find facts to post with my birds, and sometimes those are wrong. if you see me post misinfo, please kindly correct me with a comment, dm, or tag!

any post that isn't a daily bird will be tagged #not birds. any post that is a daily bird will be tagged #birds.

please feel free to add extra fun facts, info, and generally any other silly comment in the tags. i love reading them and they make my day!

asks don't have to be request-related! feel free to ask me anything :0)

thanks for reading! peent!

[igotanidea]

Sway: Jason todd x reader

Summary: panick attacks and anxiety are shit. One of the methods to get it out of one;s system is moving your body. And some people may be suprisingly helpful with that.

Warning: nothing, it's (self-indulgent) fluff, a bit short and chaotic, but it's all I have today

***

How was this possible that nothing was going on and yet she was feeling the earth shaking beneath her feet?

Was stressing out because of taking a day off work a symptom of workaholism?

Truly, it was supposed to be a nice, pleasant Wednesday and yet, she made the grave mistake of checking out the mail and going through the list of her obligations and unfinished businesses.

Obviously, the pressure used this little crack to creep right into her brain.

“Come on, breathe…. Breathe….” She trembled, walking around her apartment and waving her hands to get some of it out. Unfortunately it did not make things any better. “In and out. Come on, Y/N, you can handle this shit. You’ve been handling it before. You are gonna be fine. Just give yourself a moment to plan it out…. “ the sound of opening doors captured her attention for  a while “Oh, who the hell….?”

“Is that how you greet me, princess?” her boyfriend, Jason Todd smirked at her, but this teasing smile disappeared when he saw the fear in her eyes and her shaking figure “Y/N? Baby? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing….” She gulped encouraging him to come inside “sorry, I yelled at you, I’m just…. my mind is playing tricks on me today.”

“Oh, no, no, no.” he cooed grabbing her hand and making her crash with his chest “is this one of your anxiety attack? Too much on your poor head?”

“Pretty much….I just… I can’t seem to calm down….”

“Well, out of all the methods that help you how about we sing a happy song?”

“sing a happy song?” she frowned looking at him with deep confusion “you can’t sing, Jason. And last time you tried my neighbors almost got me kicked out of the apartment for disturbing the peace!”

“It wasn’t that bad!”

“It was.”

“All right, fine. I got a better idea then.” He let go of her for one second reaching for his phone.

“What are you doing?” she took a deep inhale “funny cat videos are not what I need right now.”

“It’s not…. Oh, damn this stupid device” he was now scrolling the screen “there you go.” he grinned and played a calming, soothing song. “May I have this dance?”

“You are crazy, Jason. You can’t dance either. And neither can I?”

“come on, give me a change, baby. I may surprise you.”

“All right, just try not to step on my ….”

Before she could finish he spun her around, and connected their bodies. His hands on her waist, her on his neck, swaying left and right. In an empty apartment. In the middle of the middle day of the week. And surprisingly he was quite good at it.

“come closer, baby” he spoke softly and enchanted by his voice she snuggled into him, face burying in his shirt, smelling the familiar and soothing sense of his cologne. “is this making you feel better?” Jason whispered, stroking her back.

“Mhm…. I feel like a child in a cradle.”

“Safe?’

‘Loved.” she smiled “Like I can just be, you know. Like my value is not based on what I do and how many people at work I have to please.”

“That’s deep” he laughed “and here I am just trying to show off my crazy dance moves.”

“Swaying from side to side?” she mocked

“you said it yourself, it made you feel better, so hey, you are welcome.”

“Idiot” she rolled her eyes playfully “why exactly did you learn how to dance?”

“ok, but don’t laugh at me. Cass needed a dance partner and no one else was around and …. Hey! I said don’t laugh at me.”

“Sorry, honey, it just never ceases to amaze me how helpful you get with all the girls in your family.”

“Not every of them. I only found this a good reason to gain skills to impress the girl I am in love with.”

“Lucky one.”

“I’m luckier.” He muttered kissing her forehead and resuming swaying.

"I gotta go back to...."

"Bullshit. The only job you have for now is to relax with me."

"Well, who am I to argue...." she retorted, feeling all the tension leaving her system just beacuse he was there to help her through the mental breakdown.

@gone-batty-fics

[highfantasy-soul]

NATLA Episode 5 - Spirited Away (1/3)

[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]

An explanation of what I'm doing here and my history with ATLA.

Of course, full spoilers ahead.

<previous/next>

This episode shifts from taking several episodes from season 1 of the animated show and weaving them together to even drawing from future seasons/shows! I saw elements of The Winter Solstice: part 1, Bato of the Water Tribe, The Swamp (season 2), The Storm, Siege of the North part 2, that episode in Legend of Korra season 2 where (spoilers) she meets Iroh in the spirit world and sees the people lost in the Fog of Lost Souls, and honorable mentions to The Waterbending Scroll, The Fortuneteller, and The Great Divide. While that might seem like a lot to combine into one episode, I think the writers did well to pick and choose the thematic elements of each episode that would naturally condense into a Spirit World trip as well as add to Zuko's story.

This was a characterization-heavy episode that really let us delve deep into several characters - namely Katara, and Sokka, but also Azula. I feel like because Zuko has soooo much to delve into, he gets really impactful character moments every episode, but episode 6 is really his time to shine, so that's why I don't include him in that list and Aang is similar - he gets a lot of his backstory examined all through the season while Katara and Sokka don't get a chance for flashbacks.

The intro does a great job letting us know that some time has passed - and the Gaang is getting better at working/surviving together. Love the detail that Katara is learning waterbending by experience and observation rather than just being naturally good at coming up with her own forms: she saw earthbenders do the earth disks, so she made her own ice ones! The burned forest is pulled almost directly from the animated show and I like how they're tying it to not only the themes of responsibility, but also of forgiving yourself for past mistakes and planting seeds for the future.

I like the choice to have Sokka interacting with a young girl in the forest who was looking for her stolen brother rather than an old man just randomly showing up and asking for their help. The active choice for Sokka to turn on 'big brother mode', drop the Pipenpadalopsikous easter egg, and the group to CHOOSE to go to the village to help all on their own gave the characters a lot of agency rather than just being tugged along with the plot by other characters. Since they cut the Imprisoned storyline where the Gaang took that agency in the animated version, I like that they gave them that same agency here in the live-action. The included detail that the forest didn't burn due to a battle, but just because the Fire Nation wanted a clearer path to march through just shows how devoid of care Israel is - sorry, The Fire Nation is - for the natural world. While at war, just destroy everything in your path - even centuries old orchards - sorry, forests.

The change in camera focus as Aang senses the issues in the Spirit World was a really cool cue for the watcher - makes it very other-worldly. Live-action Aang already understands that he can interact with the spirit world rather than in the animation when the villager has to prompt him 'yeah, you can do that stuff' and Aang reluctantly and with a great deal of apprehension says 'right, that's me'. While I like how Aang has no idea what he's doing as he hasn't had anyone to teach him about the spirit world, he goes about things differently in the live-action. He still doesn't know exactly what to do, but he does know meditation, so he tries that - and it takes awhile and does it funky, bringing Katara and Sokka in with him.

It's great to see Zuko on the old-school hunt for the Avatar and being a dick to his crew - these two episodes in Zuko's POV draw heavily from The Storm and Bato of the Water tribe and it's a great dynamic to see between him and his crew. Then we jump to Azula laying on the flattery thick with her father and dropping the 'water the most promising seed' line! Again, reinforcing the theme of future growth - and it might not always be positive growth. Linking the themes to both sides is just soooooo goooddd. Love too, how Azula gives her suggestion for what to do and Ozai agrees, an inverse of when he'll be so disparaging of Zuko's suggested tactics in the next episode.

But oooooohhhh the sly dressing down he gives Azula, her conflicted and angrily embarrassed reaction, and then Ozai's little smirk as he pokes and prods in JUST the right way to get Azula pitted against Zuko - love love love what they did with the royal family in season 1. It'll give SO much more depth to Zuko and Azula's rivalry next season!! It is heartbreaking though that Azula was so clearly angling to get some sort of approval from her father - some praise for her abilities - praise that with Ozai is probably very rare. The two children are just so desperate for positive reinforcement from their father and while Azula's sly remarks are, of course, underhanded, you see that she's doing it because she's just a child desperate for approval - not that she was just 'born a monster'.

The Gaang's dynamic is so cute here!! Like in the animated version, Katara having complete faith in Aang even though she's no idea how he's gonna do it, Aang desperately trying to do something he knows he should be able to do but no idea how, and Sokka complaining that he's hungry which is distracting Aang from his super serious business. Their interactions are almost a direct pull from the Siege of the North Part I from the animated series when Katara and Yue are talking behind Aang as he's trying to enter the Spirit World at the oasis. Instead of stumbling into the Spirit World on accident as he chases after Hei Bai, in the live-action, Aang has to meditate for a long time before finally reaching the point where he can cross over. The detail of Katara continuing to practice her forms as they wait is really great as we don’t actually get to see animated Katara practicing much - it's just The Waterbending Scroll, and every other time, she just does the waterbending form perfectly. Yes, her skills improve, but we really miss her practicing.

It's an interesting choice to bring Sokka and Katara with Aang into the Spirit World - I can see how, with the themes they're looking to explore with these episodes, that's how they chose to do it. The main ideas being that you need to come to terms with the past so you can look forward to the future, and a great way to do a flashback sequence is through the Spirit World. The animated show didn't really show Aang much in the spirit world through these episodes - he just met Fang and was given the Spirit message to get to Roku's temple - but nothing else really Spirit Worldy happened. And we just left Sokka and ignored the fact he was there. I like them combining Aang's jaunt into the spirit world during the Siege of the North episodes here because I think it's a great story beat to hit, but the siege episodes are already a LOT, so adding even more with the spirit world journey to meet Koh would probably be too much.

Won Shi Tong was an amazing addition to the spirit world. Instead of a random monkey (that costs tons of money to CGI), they've created a model for a character we'll see in season 2. I don't really understand people confused about his presence here - like….y'all, he's a spirit? He can float around wherever - probably can be both here in the spirit world and the library at the same time? Idk, it just seems like an odd thing to be confused over. Like, why would an ancient spirit not be able to jump over into the spirit world while also holding down their presence in the material plane? It really felt like manufactured outrage trying to FORCE an issue that’s…not an issue at all.

[markersmadness]

OTP PROMPTS ೄྀ

If you're brainrotting, here are some situations & scenarios that can help with writer's block, or just are fun to imagine!

A = Typically the character struggling in angsty prompts, perhaps the stubborn person in the relationship. Usually the main focus in a 3rd person POV!

B = Typically a stoic character. May be better at hiding their feelings, or have a complex psyche especially. Usually the perspective in a 1st person POV!

[ Whatever characters you envision never have to fit these tropes, they're just a general outline as to what these prompts work best for! The roles reverse occasionally for ships with other dynamics or dynamics where both characters share the descriptors listed. You're more than welcome to use a prompt here without credit, but I'd love to see anything made based off these prompts! ]

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A comes out as [identity/sexuality]. This idea can be elaborated upon in many ways! Perhaps it makes B realize they actually have a chance, or that they don't know A as well as A knows them. Did A not have a choice? Perhaps B could be comforting A after being distraught that they had been outed. Was it a drunk confession? One that only happened after a series of very 🌈 things, and/or is very overdue? The possibilities are endless! If you're more of a hurt/no comfort person, consider if B didn't like them that way or was discriminative. Or A was murdered or hate crimed for it, bullied, etc. Think about how A would handle it, and how would B react to A's reaction?

The gold ol' sickfic in which A falls ill. A great fluff, angst, hurt/comfort or even a hurt/no comfort. Fuck it, a smut fic in some cases! Consider what reasons your character probably got sick; Overworking, laziness (not being hygienic), staying out in the rain too long, just getting sick during that time of the year, having a weak immune system, mental problems that had/have physical symptoms, was unlucky and got a chronic illness, eating habits, family genetics, perhaps even faking being sick for B's attention! Consider how B would react to this information- or if they'd even know this information about the other, and if A would tell them. Would B pick up on the clues, or be oblivious to the other's sickness? How would B care for them? Would B be more soft, or be angry with them for getting sick? What stage of their relationship are they in? If you struggle to write a sick character, I suggest scrolling through the sickfic tag!

Note: While most sickfics show a dynamic where B is a caretaker and only listening and tending to A, there are lots of other possibilities! B could get into an argument with A because A refuses to rest, or argue because B doesn't know how to explain that they're in love with A and that's why it's important to them that A is happy and healthy without confessing. A could feel burdensome and force themself to get better (which could backfire), or B could be absolute dogshit at caretaking (babe I made you soup but I burnt the everything) (shit this ice pack is warm as fuck) (I'm sorry dude I fucked up your assignments while you were resting), etc.

Jealousy. While it's a overused trope, it is still a good one! Typically portrayed as B being protective over A, I find it is more fun to write when both are jealous for each other. Or when the jealous character hasn't come to terms with their feelings ("I'm not in love but when my "friend" flirts with someone else I feel really mad for no reason at all hahaha what"). Did A make B jealous on purpose, or by mistake? Maybe A is the emotional hotheaded one, or the jokester, whilst B is more reclusive and gentle, making their uncharacteristic anger (read; jealous) that much more evident. Or it could be A whose jealous, as B is simply chilling and talking to someone, and now it isn't a joke when A comments that "don't get too friendly I might get jealous!" They could also be rivals if you like ETL, making their jealousy even more confusing for them because why would I ever feel jealous about them..?! That's so weird whattt...

Jealousy is used a lot in every aspect of fanfiction. I find it best enjoyed as angst, but wholesome reassurance fluff is also a huge fan favorite of a lot of people I know- ("I only like you, so don't worry", etc.) Smut, of course, plays on jealousy as well. But make sure to keep in mind jealousy isn't the same as possessiveness! Protective characters can be more prone to jealousy, using B as an example, who wants to protect their loved ones, but then why does it hurt when someone is protecting A, and it isn't them? Humor is also used in jealousy, as watching a character slowly get hotheaded or act stupidly or comedically from their jealousy is also fun to read. Do consider when writing (if you want to!) if B comes off as overbearing or jealous, or both? Write them the way you want them to come off, as readers can feel uncomfortable if possessiveness or other toxic traits are passed off as jealousy. And it's also interesting to read about a character who thinks it's just jealousy! However, make sure to properly tag your works if on ao3, or add TWs on other platforms so they know what they're reading :)

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That's all I have right now! If this gets a lot of likes or if anyone wants more tropes / ideas like this I'd be happy to make a part 2. I've been brainrotting so much I've run through these scenarios like 30 times over, so I'm making this guide for myself as well so I can stop repeating the same fanfic in my head (>_<)

[thecharmingchimaera]

7 and 31 for the fic writer asks!!

Thank you dearie!

7. Your favourite ao3 tag

I might be a bit of an anomaly, but I don’t use tags all that often! I’m a bit too new to AO3 I think, ahaha. I tend to just pick a fandom and scroll chronologically through all the listed works until I find one that catches my eye. Now that you mention it, filtering by tags does sound like it would make things a lot easier…

31. What was the most difficult fic for you to write (but in the end you made it)? 

Oooh okay, so this answer has two parts! I’ve only recently gotten back into writing fanfiction after an extended (like, several years long) break, so I tend to split my answers into pre-break and post-break.

Most recently, post-break, I’d say the hardest fic I wrote was Deeper Than Bone, which was a Baldur’s Gate 3 Durgestarion oneshot. I think most of my problems with writing it came from overthinking/worrying how to portray Astarion. I made the mistake of reading a few very nasty, scathing posts about how writers tend to woobify him, and I was absolutely terrified I’d be mocked for my characterisation. Lesson number one folks, don’t let mean people who have no idea you exist dictate what you do for fun with your own creative works! And while you’re at it, don’t let them make you feel like a horrible person for loving a popular character, either.

Pre-break, back in ye olde days when I was on ffnet, I’d say the hardest fic I wrote was this multi-chapter Maximum Ride monstrosity. I don’t know what initially sparked the idea, but I very quickly grew tired of it - it was angsty, needlessly dramatic, and I found the POV character so very annoying, spending chapter after chapter flopping around and moaning about his pain. Reflecting on it now, I think what frustrated me the most was there was very little forward motion - I couldn’t tell you what actually happened in that damn fic. But people ADORED it. It was by far the most popular fic I’ve ever written, so I felt obligated to keep going with it, and I just felt trapped and awful. When I finally said enough was enough and wrapped it up (very clumsily, I might add, but I just wanted it out of my life), I got so many devastated reviews. Gah. I’m getting war flashbacks just thinking about it haha. 

Boy, this was a long response ahaha. Don’t mind me - sometimes I find myself turning into a wise old monk dispensing wisdom. Learn from my mistakes, young padawan.

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

AU Masterlist

Both so I have an idea of where my posts go in the void and in case anyone wants to dig through my ideas and AU’s

Kiss the Abyss

Fine, I’ll do it myself

Boku No Hero Acadamia (May not be complete due to Tumblr eating posts)

Vigilante

Vigilante AU v1

Vigilante AU v2 pt 1

Vigilante AU v2 pt 2

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Rich AU

Rich Midoriya Izuku AU

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Blue Beetle AU

Costumes

Memes

Group Photo

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Billy and Mandy’s Grimm Tales AU

Older Eri & Kouta meet Death

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Total Drama AU

Comic

“Vote him out, please!”

“You’re tell me a shrimp friend this rice?”

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Delinquent AU

Art

Foreshadowing meme

fic link

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Blood Mistakes AU/ Emancipation

Premise

Asks | 1 2 3 4

Art | 1 2 3

Fun Facts| 1 2 3 4

Snippets | 1 2 3 4 5

Memes | 1 2

fic link

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No Honour Amongst Thieves AU

Art/premise

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We Don’t Remember A Boat in A Bottle AU

fic link

@adorabledeku aka the account responsible for the au

The Tiniest Lifeboat (Sequel to Boat in A Bottle)

Art | 1

fic link

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Who Made Me A Prince AU

Art | 1 2 3 4 5 6

Asks | 1 2 3

fic link

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Portal AU

art

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Time Travel bugaloo

Toddlers in the sandpit

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Midoriya can murder, as a treat (AU Collection)

Blood Stains the Skin Red

A Family Endeavour

Nine

Nomu

Nomu 2.0

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Among us AU

There is 1 Imposter Remaining (fic)

A Body has been Found (fic)

0 Imposters Remaining (fic)

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All For One is a Midoriya collection

“Yeah... My Dad was a-” (fic)

Dysfunctional Midoriya family (being rewritten) (fic)

Annoying little brothers AU (fic)

Izuku dies in this one (fic)

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Trolley Problem AU

premise

original concept tag

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All Might gets assassinated lamely

fic link

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Musical Numbers

premise & fic link

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Assassination Classroom crossover

Quirks Do Not Equate to Intelligence (fic)

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The Old Bait and Switch/ Kumicho Izuku AU

concept tag & fic links/art

(This one is just too big and eaten by tumblr so the best bet is to scroll)

The Old Bait and Switch (fic)

Rooks and Bishops (fic)

Water vs Stone (fic)

It’s all the same in the end (fic)

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DadMight AUs

Paper Crane Souls (fic)

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Eldritch AU

Inhuman (fic)

Unnatural (fic)

Perception (fic)

450,000,000 (fic)

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Sentient Quirk AU’s (yes, plural)

Let Midoriya sleep 2k20 (fic)

What we Want (fic)

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If cringe why rebirth quirk so angsty?

Fraudulent Claim to Immortality (original/discontinued)

Fraudulent Claim to Immortality electric boogaloo (rewrite)

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Wash AU’s (Wash au’s my beloveds)

Clusterfuck AU (link is just to the tag, so scrowl down to the bottom and work up for context)

Wash Adopts the Todoroki’s AU

Wash is Midoriya Hisashi AU

Wash is Izuku’s Father AU (yes it’s a different AU) 1 2

Traitor Wash AU

Wash Fanboy Bakugou | extra

Yuuga is AFO’s biological son (Yes this one is linked to my Wash AU’s)

Warehouse AU (There’s more but unfortunately tumblr refuses to acknowledge the posts)

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Trash of the Count’s Family

Issue Found in Translation

fic link

memes | 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

art by @/screamingtofuu

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OG Cale would be a good Hyung to Lock

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Rimuru & Cale friendship AU

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5

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Talk Shit, Get Hit

Fic link

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Well then...

Fic link

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TCFBLR Birthday week

Day 1

Persona 5

All seeing eye AU

Tag

Art | 1 2 3 4 5 6

Memes | 1 2

fic link

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2/2 role reverse  AU

fic link

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Rival Soup (fic link)

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Twin AU (fic)

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Care to be my Ganimard? (fic)

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Akira’s Parents are Yakuza au (fic)

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Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Twilight Princess/BOTW connection AU (fic)

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Group Hug (fic)

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Zonai Link AU (fic)

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No Need for Courage Anymore (fic)

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Leaving the Nest (fic)

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Danny Phantom

Danny Phantom/JL/Constantine AU (fic)

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Nameless (fic)

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Danny What the Fuck!? (fic) (Danny Phantom/JL)

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Miraculous Ladybug

All human wisdom is contained in these two words 'wait' and 'hope' -The Count of Monte Cristo

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Miraculous Ladybug/Batman AU (rewrite/discontinued) (salt fic)

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Sk8 The Infinity

Chinen Miya's Totally Not A Delinquent Delinquent Friend

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Fire Emblem 3 Houses

Scorpion in the Dragons Den

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Not a complete list, to be updated as more fics/AUs are made/written

[ewebie]

fic writer asks

(thanks to @ficwip for this question list)

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again? So, in The Hayloft, there is a great deal of french. Because the chapters were significantly long, I didn't like the idea of ONLY having the translations at the end of the chapter. I went through and did hover text for all the french. It was an adventure, and from time to time, I made mistakes with the HTML coding. But I would do it again, because it is a great way to keep from needing to scroll to the end of a chapter.

How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!) 26... crap. (I did post 12 - 7 stand alones and 5 shorts)

What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer? I *can* actually stick to a posting schedule. I did 38 straight weeks of posting on a schedule.

What piece of media inspired you the most? Given the ship I write... you'd assume BBC Sherlock. But probably the information about eco-farming and the actual farm that inspired Hayloft is likely the one.

What fandom(s) did you write for this year? Only BBC Sherlock - only Mystrade (this year)

What ship(s) captured your heart? Ok, so... I read a much wider than I write. At the moment, I'm only writing Mystrade. But I read Aziraphael/Crowley, Merthur, Bilbo/Thorin, Steve/Bucky... (oh no, do I have a type?)

What character(s) captured your heart? Farmer Greg. Look... just read it, you'll understand.

Did you write for a new fandom or ship this year? Nope... I am cemented in my little space.

What fic meant the most to you to write? Hayloft.

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on? All the little shorts I added to Safety First. It was great to just... dip into something not soft or good and get those feels out.

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing? Hayloft. It took me almost 2 years to write and post.

What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it? FUCKING Hayloft. And I did. >70k, 38 chapters, 3 languages, HTML coding, 2 betas...

What fic was the easiest to write? Probably L is for Line of Sight (in the Safety First shorts). It literally spilled out of me in about an hour.

What were your shortest and longest fics this year? Shortest is I is for Industry Standards (in the Safety First shorts) only 781 words. Longest is Hayloft, >70k words.

Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023 Mistakes were made - written for the Mystrade is Family and based on a silly tiktok. It's short, sweet, and fun.

What were you go-to writing songs? So, I have a writing playlist that is lyricless songs. Like... We Move Lightly by Dustin O'Halloran.

What were your go-to writing snacks? I try not to snack while I write. I do drink coffee... probably TOO much.

What was the hardest fic to title? Probably the Safety First shorts... I bounced between a few options for each letter before settling on them.

Share your favorite opening line It was a longstanding debate in their family, one that was never fully settled. Either she or he had been a mistake… Maybe they both were. A pair of ‘happy accidents.’

Share your favorite ending line They’d both have to help with the meal preparation tomorrow. The honest truth of the world, the time and season for everything under the sun. Rain or shine, there was work to do. And he would do it. Qui vivra verra... But Greg wasn’t doing it alone… Not anymore.

Share your favorite piece of dialogue “Christ, where did you find that guy?” Mycroft gave a tight smile. “Given the number of associates you elected to bring to this meeting, I hardly think that is any of your concern.” The administrator gave Lestrade a cautious glance. Lestrade grinned menacingly, “Woof.”

Share an excerpt from your favorite scene “They were slamming doors. And I… Just…” “Mmn.” Where Charlie had entered his teen years with the fiery temper of someone whose emotions had grown faster than their ability to control them, Henry was far more introspective and contained. It would have to have been loud to drive him outside. “Do we know what the fight is about?” Henry sighed and Mycroft couldn’t help the small twitch of a smile. Where Henry’s face was a map of his dad’s emotive features, his quieter mannerisms were manifestations of Mycroft’s own. It was both edifying and amusing, however serious the expression was. “Is that ‘no’?”

Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out? “I know you enjoy a bit of mess, Darling, but I think we can both agree that – whatever that was just now – you are discovering novel and dramatic frontiers of mayhem.” Lestrade snorted, not sounding at all contrite. “You’re the brains of the operation here, Gorgeous.” That was absolutely absurd. “You cannot possibly hold me accountable for the incendiary device in th-” Mew Mycroft blinked, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “Did you just meow at me?” “Wasn’t me.” Mycroft risked glaring at Lestrade. “What on Earth is that?!” Lestrade grinned as Mycroft tore his eyes away and back to the road. “It’s a kitten.” “I know it’s a kitten!” Mycroft snapped. Mew “Then why did you ask?” I struggled with this because it's a 3-way dialogue but not. And I wanted it to be sharp, snappy, and a bit sarcastic, but also... a kitten. I am happy with how it turned out, but I went over the section a large number of times.

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story? Sometimes, my characters just won't do what I NEED them to do. And every once in a while, that means the story changes.

What did you use to write? (e.g. writing programs, paper & pen, etc.) I write on my laptop in g-docs.

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year? Finishing Hayloft.

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic? I got myself a nice bottle of wine... french wine.

How did you recharge between fics? I switch media. Catch up on my reading, podcasts, shows.

If this were an awards show, who would you thank? So many people. The Asylum for being a constant source of inspiration. @paialovespie for the rabid bunnies. The MRC for the chaos. @stlgeekgirl for the enthusiastic betas. Everyone who reads and comments... the true heroes.

What’s something that you want to write in 2024? I want/need to finish Marshmallow Experiment. And I want to finish Lesser Things.

[batfam-slash]

WARNING: threatened non-con

*****

Jason isn’t usually so fucking careless.

He has several cellphones of course, each with a particular purpose to separate the parts of his life that he doesn’t want to intermix. He’s meticulous about inputting the correct contacts into each, and carrying the correct phone, but today he’s fucked up.

This morning he’d been so distracted by Dick coming out of the shower that he’d clearly mixed up his phones.

And of course he’d made this stupid fucking mistake on the one day he gets captured by Black Mask.

“I must say, Hood,” Roman says, amusement in his voice as he scrolls through Jason’s personal phone. “This is absolutely eye-opening.”

Jason doesn’t bother to struggle against the men restraining him. He needs to save his energy for when his moment comes.

“So many lovely photos of this beauty.”

Roman shows Jason the phone. A photo of Dick fills the screen.

It’s one of the more innocent photos, thank God. Just a photo Jason took when they took a walk together last winter; Dick has snowflakes on his eyelashes as he smiles at the camera.

“This your squeeze, Hood? You sure have a lot of photos of him. I don’t blame you. He’s very beautiful.”

Jason clenches his jaw. He doesn’t want Roman even looking at Dick.

He’s just glad he hasn’t used Dick’s real name in his contacts. He’s simply listed at ‘Goldie’.

“Mind you,” Roman purrs, reaching out to stroke Jason’s cheek. “You’re quite the beauty yourself. I never imagined you were hiding a face as pretty as this underneath that mask.”

“Fuck you,” Jason spits.

Roman laughs. “Oh, I’d rather fuck you I think. Or your lovely friend. What say I ask my boys to find him and the three of us can have a little party?”

“Don’t you fucking touch him.”

Jason knows this is getting dangerous; he’s letting his emotions control him.

Roman moves a little closer, his breath mingling with Jason’s. “Or how about you convince me that I don’t need to go looking for him? Fuck, you’re so pretty, Hood. I just wanna-“

There’s a crash and a thud, the sound of guns and shouting, and then Nightwing somersaults into the room.

Thank fuck for that, Jason thinks.

Dick expertly disarms the men restraining Jason, dodging bullets like the amazing acrobat he is, giving Jason enough time to grab one of the discarded weapons.

Thankfully Sionis has no idea that the man he’d just been ogling has just burst into the room, and seems to be more preoccupied with fumbling for his own gun.

It’s enough chaos for them to escape, but Jason knows this isn’t the end.

Not now Roman has seen his face, and knows the face of the man he loves.

[nevvaraven]

10 books to know me 📚

 Thanks @otrtbs for the tag !

Ten books to know me or know what I like to read about, Nat did quotes with hers so I’m going to do quotes as well! 

Atonement by Ian McEwan - I still remember the way I flung this book across my room when I got to that part, if you’ve read it you know, still not over it and I get emotional every time I think about Robbie :( 

“As the distance opened up between them, they understood how far they had run ahead of themselves in their letters. This moment had been imagined and desired for too long, and could not measure up. He had been out of the world, and lacked the confidence to step back and reach for the larger thought. I love you, and you saved my life.”

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen - The blueprint, will never not be in this list. I was raised on this stuff.

“Your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.” “And yours,” he replied with a smile, “is wilfully to misunderstand them.”

The Magic Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton - I am aware this is a children’s book but it’s the one my mum read to me every night before bed and the copy currently sitting on my shelf is the one she had when she was a child as well so it’s the most precious thing I own and they are still some of my favourite stories :)

“The faraway tree is always there. We never, never know what land is going to be at the top.”

The Fault in our Stars by John Green - I don’t want any slander okay, I don’t care to hear it ok in this house we respect our roots, this book made me cry and a part of my horrendous pre teen years was scrolling through tumblr and seeing all of those god awful picsart posts of the quotes and I loved every minute of it, it was a right of passage

“What a slut time is. She screws everybody.”

The Etymologicon by Mark Forsyth - I bought this book because it’s opening passage actually had me giggling out loud like a loser in a bookstore and the origins of random words will never not be cool, the opening passage is just so long I cant put it all in here but I highly recommend it to everyone. 

“Occasionally people make the mistake of asking me where a word comes from. They never make this mistake twice. I am naturally a stern and silent fellow; even forbidding. But there's something about etymology and where words come from that overcomes my inbuilt taciturnity.”

The Fallen Star series by Jessica Sorensen - I bullied my high school librarian to buy these for the school library because I couldn’t afford them at 14 and after 2 months of badgering he caved and got them and I immediately took them and read them all in the span of two days. It’s about a girl whose mum got hit by a falling star when she was pregnant with her and it ended up giving her purple eyes and magic powers? I don’t care how silly it is at 21 I still love it.

“Of course, my nightmares were just the tip of the iceberg in the madness that had overtaken my life. When I was awake, I had much bigger problems to deal with than monsters attacking me. Real problems. Ones I couldn’t blink away.”

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott - Raise your hand if you’re surprised to see this. Anyone? Anyone at all? Yeah me neither. 

“Just because my dreams are different to yours does not mean that they’re unimportant.”

Divergent by Veronica Roth - I know it’s goofy but I really don’t care, this was my life! I was so convinced I was a dauntless girl lmao I have enough self awareness to know now I am either a Candor or Abnegation girl. 

“Becoming fearless isn’t the point. That’s impossible. It’s learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.”

Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson - Was it the insightful examination of the constant battle of good and evil that inherently exists with all humans and the struggle we face daily on deciding which to act upon that drew me into this book or was the idea that I could blame all my bad decisions on ‘night time me’? We’ll never know.

“If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers”

The Devil Tree by Jerzy Kosiński - I’m currently reading this and so far its very rich boy problems and existential crisis but it’s beautifully written so I both am apathetic towards the man I’m reading through but also desperate to know each of his thoughts. Weird. 

“My past is the only firmament worth knowing, and I am it’s sole star. It is as haunting and mysterious as the sky overhead, and as impossible to discard.”

No pressure tagging - @waririses @signofthereads @im-still-tryin-to-find-it @euphorial-docx @siriuslyfuxkoff @condoneii and anyone else who wants to do it! xxx

[oneintrepidhero]

a guide to writing with me;

hello and welcome!

I'm Milo! 32yo, trans dude, he/him. I'm looking for sb 20+ who likes multiple paragraph prose, third person, preferably past tense though I'm willing to compromise. fluent grammar, written over discord in a server of our own. replies every few days if possible, but life sometimes gets in the way and I'm okay with that, hope you are too! my typical reply speed varies, from several times a day to a few times a week depending on how busy life is. I'm forgiving of small grammar mistakes (I'm not a native speaker myself) but can get a bit nitpicky! if that's not your thing that's fine, but proper grammar is important to me. ships I'm looking for at the bottom! (◡‿◡✿) note that just bc I don't have a current muse in a possible shared fandom listed here atm doesn't mean I can't adapt sb (cough Gambit) for said fandom or find a muse in that fandom to write! I'm fond of crossovers and AUs and have a lot of experience (see for yourself) for adapting Remy, for example, for multiple fandoms!

I'm also very into rare, odd ships! if you find a fandom and a potential muse you're interested here right on this list, pls don't be afraid to come to me with some outside-the-box ideas!

for the most part, I'm interested in writing MxM and romance heavy plots with some smut possibly occasionally tossed in. I'm not interested in toxic relationships; I like my ships to struggle, sure, but not because they're bad for each other but because, y'know... life. circumstances. trauma, outside forces, stuff like that making things complicated, but not enough that they're actively suffering because of one another. I like angst in a nice balance with fluff, obstacles that they can perservere through together, love larger than life, love that conquers all. open to death dove topics and open to kinky stuff. open to smut as well, as said, though I'm not interested in smut just for smut's sake.

★ a few mentionable fandoms;

|BALDUR'S GATE 3 |COMMUNITY |CRIMINAL MINDS |CYBERPUNK 2077 |DEAD BY DAYLIGHT |DESTINY |DIMENSION 20 |DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS |DRAGON AGE |FALLOUT (3, NV, 4) |FINAL FANTASY XV  |FORGOTTEN REALMS |IT | LIFE IS STRANGE | MARVEL (MCU & 616) |MASS EFFECT |PACIFIC RIM |RESIDENT EVIL |STRANGER THINGS |SQUID GAME |STAR WARS |THE BOYS |THE ELDER SCROLLS |THE LAST OF US 

★ a few mentionable canon muses;

| ANNIE EDISON (community) | CREMISIUS ACLASSI, THE IRON BULL, SIGRUN, VARRIC TETHRAS (dragon age) | DAVID KING (Dead By Daylight) | MIKAELA REID (Dead By Daylight) | IGNIS SCIENTIA (Final Fantasy XV) | ARATAKI ITTO (genshin impact) | CHLOE PRICE, FINN MCNAMARA (life is strange) | GAMBIT, GAMORA, NEBULA, JAMES RHODES, JOHN WRAITH (marvel) | EDDIE MUNSON, JOYCE BYERS, JANE HOPPER (stranger things) | CHO SANG-WOO (squid game) |

current most active fandom: BALDUR'S GATE 3

★ just a few mentionable ships I enjoy and am potentially looking for, sorted by fandom; ↠ bold for muses I'd like to play, cursive for who I'm looking for! ↞

║BALDUR'S GATE 3: Astarion / OC ● Gale / OC ● Wyll / OC ●

║DEAD BY DAYLIGHT: Mikaela / M!survivor ● David / M!survivor ●

║DRAGON AGE: Sigrun / Nathaniel ● Sigrun / Anders ● Varric / Fenris ● Mage!Garrett / Fenris ● OC / OC ● OC / CC ●

║FALLOUT 3 / 4 / NV: MacCreedy / Remy (AU) ● Charon / Remy (AU) ● Arcade Gannon / Craig Boone ●

║MARVEL: Gambit / Wolverine ● Gambit / any male character ever ● Gamora / Peter ● Gamora / Thor ● Gamora / Yondu ● Gamora / Kraglin ● Gamora / Warlock ● Nebula / Kraglin ● Rhodey / Tony ● Rhodey / Clint ●

║MASS EFFECT: OC / OC ● OC / CC ● Javik / ? ●

║STRANGER THINGS: Argyle / Eddie ● Steve / Eddie ● Jonathan/ Eddie ● Eleven / Hopper (platonic ofc) ● Joyce / Hopper ● Joyce / Murray ● Will / male OC ● Will / Jonathan (platonic ofc)

║SQUID GAME: Sang-woo / Gi-hun ●

made it this far? sweet! to top this all off;

★ A LINK TO A GOOGLE FOLDER ★

that includes a (not at all complete) list of characters, OC bios, writing samples and more! having said all that, feel free to dm me if something sparked your interest!

[moonhoures]

first love part 4

pairing: soobin (txt) + reader (fem.)

genre: non-idol!au, college!au, angst, fluff, smut [ nsfw | mdni ]

warnings: 18+, explicit smut, minors do not interact, established relationship, quick mention of handjob/fingering/groping in a car, body worship, very mild choking, face sitting, oral (f & m receiving), mild hair pulling, praise kink, tit fucking, unprotected sex, nipple play/tit sucking, mentions of pregnancy, reader takes a pregnancy test

word count: ~12.4K

a/n: happy valentine’s day 😉❤️

posted: february 14, 2022

haven’t read the first love series? you can catch up here

The spring semester was in full swing by February, and it was not holding back. This was set to be the last semester for you before graduating—assuming you passed all of your classes—so there was no room for mistakes or slacking. You had to be on top of everything. But with the weight of graduating, keeping up your grades, balancing a social life, getting enough rest, and everything else, you were practically a zombie. You thought you were doing a pretty decent job of handling it all, but it seemed it was evident to everyone except you that you weren’t.

Sooyoung, being the person you lived with, was the first to notice. She, in turn, mentioned it to Soobin, and he started to become more aware of the toll school was taking on you. Your boyfriend had definitely noticed your late responses to his texts and calls. He felt terrible when you called back every time to apologize and cite school work as your reason for being so distant. Being a fellow college student himself, he understood very well how much stress the work load could bring to a student. He decided he wanted to do something to help take your mind off of school, even if just for a day.

So, with the enlisted help of his best friend, and roommate, he formed the perfect plan.

Yeonjun was the genius who suggested a big date for Valentine’s Day. The two boys were lounging in their room trying to decide what to get for dinner after a long day of classes, “This is your first Valentine’s Day as a couple, right? You should make it special.”

Soobin nodded, sitting across from him on his own bed with a troubled expression, “But how? We’ve been dating for months, I feel like we’ve done every date idea we could come up with.”

Yeonjun scoffed, “Well, it’s the holiday made for couples. You should do something really romantic for her. She’s been stressed, so maybe she would like a massage or something?”

Your boyfriend imagined it, and quite frankly it was only making him hard. He pictured his hands rubbing over your tense shoulders and the way you would sigh with pleasure. He shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts, “Okay, but that’s not enough for a whole day.”

Yeonjun made a thoughtful noise, pursing his lips as he scrolled through the list of nearby food places, “I don’t know, man. What I do know, is I’m not spending the night at Beomgyu’s place again. So, you’re gonna have to go to her place or get a hotel room.”

Soobin rolled his eyes, but inside Yeonjun’s head a light bulb went off, “Wait, a hotel room. That’s what you should do. Yeah, you could take her to dinner, bring her to the hotel, give her a massage, then . . . y’know.”

Soobin smirked, but his cheeks bloomed with embarrassment, “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. It’ll put a nice dent in my bank account, but we’ve been dating for almost eight months, so . . . we deserve it.”

“That’s my boy,” Yeonjun smiled, “Now, how about pizza for dinner?”

“Again?”

The next day was Saturday, and usually Soobin would call you early in the morning to make plans for the day, but you weren’t answering your phone. He waited a while to see if you would call back, so when you didn’t, he decided to go to to your dorm. He called Sooyoung on the way there to check that it was okay with her, and she green lit his plan. So, he carefully snuck up the stairs to your room, knocking on the door softly to no response. The hallway was clear now, but he was worried an RA would come across him, so he quickly opened the door and shut it behind him.

When he turned around, he saw you sleeping soundly in your bed, your phone loosely in your hand over your chest. It seemed as though you fell asleep watching something. He smiled softly down at you, admiring how peaceful you looked. It made him miss the holidays you spent at his parents. He missed waking up beside you in the morning to your light snores and cute eyelashes resting against the tops of your cheekbones. He felt terrible waking you.

“_______?” he called your name quietly, not wanting to startle you. He reached out, gently shaking your shoulder, making your hand slip down to your side as your eyes blinked slowly open. When you caught sight of him, they opened wider.

“Soobin?” your voice was weak, “What are you doing here? How did you-?”

“I snuck in,” he explained sheepishly, “I called, but you didn’t answer. I got worried.”

You started to sit up, realizing you fell asleep before putting your phone on the charger. You groaned, “I’m sorry, baby. I stayed up late doing some assignments, and then I put on a show after to relax, and I- . . . I fell asleep.”

Soobin frowned, watching helplessly while you put your phone on the charger and the dead battery symbol popped up. You sighed, “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

Your boyfriend shook his head, sitting beside you on the bed, “No, don’t apologize. I know you’ve been so stressed lately, and you needed the rest. That’s, uh, actually why I came over. I wanted to know if you had any plans for Valentine’s Day? I wanted to plan a really special day for us.”

Your still-waking brain was stumbling trying to remember all of your due dates and deadlines. You picked up your charging phone, opening it to go through your calendar and list of assignments, “I have a paper due the night before, and a class the morning of. But I’m free after.”

“Great,” Soobin smiled, “I have a surprise planned for you.”

Your brows raised, “Oh, really?”

“Yep,” he nodded proudly.

“I’ve never been surprised for Valentine’s Day. This is a first.”

“Well, it’s our first as a couple, so Yeonjun said I should make it special,” he said, noticing how your hand subconsciously took his and held it. Your fingers played with his, but your full attention was on his face as he spoke. It made him stumble over his thoughts, “And . . . And so I made sure to plan out a whole day of stuff for us.”

“That’s sweet,” you grinned, shyly looking down when you realized you were in your pajamas, with bedhead and . . . morning breath, “I should probably get dressed. Um, do you want to wait here for me while I take a shower? We could get lunch after I’m done.”

“Sure, I’ll be here.”

The second weekend of February came faster than you expected. And the Monday morning that followed was a hectic one for you. You woke up early to get breakfast with Sooyoung before you two went to your respective 9 a.m. classes. The hour and a half class went by slower than usual, but you assumed it was because you were just looking forward to getting it over with so you could see what plans Soobin had for the two of you.

sooyoung 🌸: so you have no idea where he’s taking you?

you: no clue

sooyoung 🌸: ugh i wish he would’ve ran these plans through me first so i could be in on the surprise. now i have to wait until later for you to tell me 😒

you: i’ll make sure to give you all the juicy details you want after 😄 i just need to figure out what i’m supposed to wear.

To get an answer, you called your boyfriend.

“I just need an idea of what I need to wear. Do I need to go casual? Formal? Do I need to bring extra clothes or anything?”

“Oh, actually, yes,” his voice came from your phone speaker as you sifted through your closet for a potential outfit, “You should pick one outfit to wear, one to sleep in, and one to wear tomorrow.”

“Wait, I’m sleeping at your dorm?” you asked.

“Well, uh- yeah, something like that. You don’t have class until the afternoon tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting this to be an overnight thing. Um, okay, so again am I dressing casual or formal?” you could feel your cheeks getting warm with excitement as your mind raced. What exactly did he plan for you two?

“Hm, I don’t know. Just wear something similar to what you wore on our first date. A mix of both, I guess?”

Your heart started fluttering from just the thought of your first date. You would never forget about that night. You smiled as your hands mindlessly flipped through the hangers in your closet until you came to the very dress you wore on that rainy June evening. The dress you wore as he gave you your first flower from a boy. The dress you wore as you two shared your first kiss.

“_______, you still there?”

“Yeah, sorry, just looking through my closet,” you explained, admiring the dress one more time before moving it to reveal a black dress that you remembered buying for some event during your second year at university. You had hung it up the next day and forgot about it until now.

“Okay, well, I just have this 10 a.m. class and then I’ll be on my way to pick you up around 11,“ Soobin said.

“Okay, baby, I’ll see you then. Text me,” you picked up the dress, deciding that would be your date outfit. Now just two more outfits to pick out.

“I will. I love you.”

The ‘I’m here’ text from Soobin finally delivered right before noon, so you grabbed the red clutch that matched your red heels. You picked up the backpack you used to pack your two other outfits plus your essentials, and headed out. As you made your way downstairs you sent a quick text explaining to Sooyoung that you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow, to which she replied in exasperation about having to wait even longer for your date details. But she made sure to add a ‘be safe’ before you put your phone in your clutch and met Soobin who was waiting for you.

“Let me take that for you,” he gestured to your backpack after you gave him a chaste kiss. You let him take it and hoist it over his shoulder while his other hand took yours in it. He rambled about his class while he walked you to his car, continuing his streak of getting your door for you.

“So, what do you have planned for us?” you asked as he pulled the car out of it’s spot and started driving.

He smiled, “I want to keep it all a secret until we get there.”

“All? Just how much do you have planned?”

He shrugged, but his smile remained, giving away his excitement, “A lot.”

You sighed, “You’re too good to me sometimes, Choi.”

He glanced at you, his dimples deepening as he looked back at the road. The mere image of you sitting in his passenger seat making his heart beat rapidly. It was a simple picture; you just sitting there while he drove you around. You innocently wondering what tricks he had up his sleeve. But his brain pictured you in the passenger seat of his car well into the future. Maybe in a few months on the way to your anniversary dinner. Maybe in a year from now on the way to celebrate after he graduates. Maybe years from now on the way to your honeymoon. Maybe sometime after that on the way home with your first newborn.

Okay, perhaps it was a bit early to be imagining such things, but he couldn’t help it. He had been in love with you for a while, but he was convinced that now—more than ever—he didn’t want to spend his life with anyone else but you.

The first task on his Valentine’s Day checklist was actually Taehyun’s suggestion. After his talk with Yeonjun, he turned to his other trusted best friend for help. He suggested going on a date that the two of you hadn’t done before. There wasn’t much to choose from, but Soobin eventually found a cute place on the outskirts of Seoul that let you paint there. Lots of research went into this day, and the pictures he saw on their Instagram looked like something you two would enjoy.

And you did enjoy it. Your eyes quite literally lit up when you walked in with him. You were a little dressed up for the establishment, but luckily one of the workers provided an apron for you to save your dress from getting ruined. Soobin apologized for not thinking that aspect through, but you insisted that you weren’t too worried about it.

You spent two hours there, sitting across from each other with little easels propping up your own canvases respectively. You were the one to suggest painting something for each other and revealing them at the end. Soobin agreed, immediately thinking of what he wanted to paint for you. The two of you worked in comfortable silence, enjoying the ambiance of the workers cleaning the used paint brushes, water cups, and palettes. The faint jazz music playing somewhere in the back of the room was really soothing as you painted, stealing glances at your beautiful boyfriend across the table. His brows furrowed in concentration and his lips pursed as he painted. You thought you could never get tired of looking at him.

“Alright, I think I’m done. What about you?” he asked, wiping his brush on a paper towel before looking up at you. Your eyes were so focused on the strokes you were making on your canvas.

“I think I’m done, too,” you agreed, setting down your brush and taking one last look at your work before looking up at him, “Should we turn them at the same time?”

“Sure,” Soobin cleared his throat, suddenly feeling nervous to reveal his art to you. But you looked so excited. He couldn’t back out now.

So, on the count of three, you both carefully turned your canvases around to face the other person. Soobin’s eyes softened when he took in the scene you painted. You used bright colors to paint funky recreations of what looked like a bedroom. Your adorable attempt of two people floating in the middle of the room and embracing made him smile. The female figure was kissing the male figure on the cheek. They looked so happy. So in love. So content.

At the same time, your smile fell as your eyes looked down at Soobin’s painting. The two figures he painted were obviously depictions of the two of you. Your hair colors, basic features, and builds matched. Your painted figures were sitting on what looked like a swing set in the middle of a park, looking at each other with smiles on your faces.

“Soobin, that’s beautiful,” you beamed, trying to fight back tears that threatened to spill. Soobin was secretly doing the same, laughing at your reaction to keep himself from crying. Perhaps two sensitive people being in a relationship wasn’t the best idea.

“Yours is really cute, too,” he said, reaching up to pat his under eye with the back of his hand. When he pulled it away, there was the smallest smudge of green paint left on the skin. You giggled, gesturing for him to lean forward while you grabbed a paper towel. You bent over the table to wipe the paint from his under eye gently, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes glanced at your cleavage before quickly looking away. You couldn’t help but smirk.

He cleared his throat again, his cheeks blooming with blush, “Uh, we should probably go put our stuff up.”

You nodded, helping him grab the paints, palettes, brushes, cups, and anything else that needed to be cleaned. The two of you cleaned up your table and got your canvases. The workers advised you to be extra careful with them while they dried and were so kind as to give you a small towel to bring with you to the car. You set the canvases on the towel in the backseat to keep them from getting messed up, and you made Soobin promise to drive extra safe.

“I always drive safe, especially with you. Precious cargo,” he smirked, making you roll your eyes, though your smile only grew wider. Sure, it was cheesy, but it only made you love him more than ever.

Soobin refused to tell you where you were going next, going as far as to tell you to cover your eyes when you were getting closer to your destination. You sighed, but did as he told you. Your palms rested over your eyes, but Soobin stole glances over at you to ensure you weren’t peeking. As he pulled into a parking spot, he reminded you to keep them closed until he got you out of the car. So you sighed as he got out and opened your door for you, taking your hand as you stepped out with his help.

“Okay, you can open them.”

Your hands rested at your side slowly while your eyes and mouth opened. You spoke softly and with a sinking heart, “Soobin-“

“I wanted to wait to take you here for our anniversary, but I wanted today to be really special, so . . .” his voice trailed off and his eyes saddened. You looked like you might cry, “Are you ok-“

His question was cut off as your lips crashed against his. Your brain had been running, so you decided to kiss him as a substitute for the thoughts running rampant without a way out. You just needed him to know how much this meant to you.

“I’m more than okay,” you said as your lips separated. A grin slowly formed on his lips. His fingers intertwined with yours as he led you up to the entrance of the restaurant where you two shared your first date. The inspiration for your art that was sitting in his backseat.

Soobin notified the host of the reservations you had no idea that he made, and you felt déjà vu as he brought you to the very table you sat in a little over eight months ago on that rainy Saturday evening. Another rush of déjà vu flooded you when the same waiter walked up to your table to take your drink order.

“Lovely to be serving you two this evening,” he greeted with a smile, making a similar one form on your lips. He left after noting your drinks, and as you got comfortable you couldn’t help but look at the paintings you were enamored with on your first date.

“I remember our first date like it was yesterday,” Soobin chuckled sheepishly, “Like, everything. Every moment of that day.”

“Me too,” you agreed, “I went to my dorm after and stayed up with Sooyoung for hours to tell her every detail about that night. I was so excited.”

“I talked Yeonjun’s ear off too,” he admitted shyly, thanking the waiter as he placed your drinks down before taking your food order. Once he was gone again, Soobin couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked in the soft, yellow candle light glow.

“Did you ever expect we would date this long?” he blurted out, making you look up at him with curiously wide eyes. He stuttered to elaborate, “I mean, I- I had a big crush on you before we dated, and I never expected to go on that first date, let alone date you for eight more months.”

You shrugged, hiding your flustered smile, “I wasn’t really sure where things would go, but I felt very different with you on our first date. Y’know, I had dated some guys before, but you were the first to put so much care and effort into something as simple as a first date. It made me feel special. I didn’t want to date anyone else after that.”

Now Soobin looked like he might cry. Luckily the waiter returned with your food, breaking up the heart wrenching tension. He encouraged you both to enjoy your food, which you did with no issue: the restaurant had amazing food. It also had the perfect mix of a calm and lively ambiance, making it easy for you and Soobin to converse freely and happily. You reminisced about the naively sweet moments you two had at the beginning of your relationship as well as the awkward ones. You laughed about them over your dinner until your plates were clean and your glasses were empty. By the time the waiter came back with your bill, you were wondering what Soobin could possibly have left planned for the night. The growing heat between your legs was hoping for a . . . lust-filled end to your night.

It had been a little over a week since you and Soobin had some alone time. He picked you up for a quick lunch date as a treat for you studying so diligently all day. You had told him you could only go out for two hours because you had an assignment due later that night. So he took you out for lunch; afterwards you had about thirty minutes left, and you were both feeling needy. So you gave him a handjob in his car, in the back of a secluded parking lot, while you made out. He wanted to return the favor, but the best you could do without being conspicuous was him fingering you and feeling up your chest under your shirt in his passenger seat. It was enough to satisfy the both of you at the time, but it only made your yearning grow. You couldn’t wait to be out of college and have the freedom to be with him whenever you wanted without having to worry about a roommate walking in or finding a private spot to have quick fun.

“So, what does my amazing boyfriend have next on the agenda?” you asked as you waited for him to start the car up after you left the restaurant. You relaxed against the headrest as the car turned on, the interior lit up, and the radio played softly. Soobin tried to hold back his smirk, but you picked up on it immediately. His dimple gave him away, “What?”

“Hm? Oh, uh- It’s still a surprise,” he said, placing his hand on the back of your seat while he backed out of the parking spot. You looked up at him, with his face closer to yours, and you couldn’t resist the urge to lean up and press a kiss to the corner of his lips. It took him off guard—pleasantly so—making him chuckle shyly, “What was that for?”

“Just being the best boyfriend ever,” you shrugged. As he drove for the next few minutes, you noticed you two weren’t going down the route you took to get to the restaurant, “Are we not going to your dorm?“

Soobin cleared his throat; honestly, he had been a little nervous about taking you to the hotel because he wasn’t sure how you would react. Yeonjun had convinced him you would love the idea, but his mind was good at overthinking. He was worried you would find the whole situation sketchy or something.

“Not exactly,” he admitted, seeing your confused expression in his peripheral vision, “I kind of got us a hotel room for the night . . . so we could have some privacy, just the two of us.”

He waited in agony for a few seconds on a response from you, too afraid to tear his eyes away from the road to gauge your reaction. You were sitting in the passenger seat, libido growing by the second as you came to the conclusion that he was indeed planning on fucking you tonight. And he went as far as to get a hotel room for added comfort and privacy for the two of you? This night couldn’t get any better.

“So it’s going to be just the two of us? All night?”

He nodded, noticing your sultry tone. He took a quick glance in your direction to see you staring at him, a twinkle in your eye as your hand reached over the console to touch his thigh, “_______-“

“Yes, Soobin?”

“Are you okay with all of this? Because I can cancel the room and bring you back to campus.”

“Are you kidding? Soobin, I’ve been wanting for an opportunity like this for weeks—months even,” you pouted playfully, “Do you not want to fuck me?“

Soobin felt his skin erupt in goosebumps as the word ‘fuck’ left your mouth. Sure, it might have been implied that you two would have sex, but to hear it verbalized made him melt. He frantically shook his head, “No! It’s not that. I just didn’t want you to feel obligated to do anything . . . I know you’ve been stressed about school and everything, so I wanted to make today really nice for you to keep your mind off of it.”

If it was even possible, your heart swelled with love for him even more. You grinned, “You’re literally the best boyfriend in the entire world, you know that?”

His cheeks bloomed with heat, and for a moment he almost forgot to take the turn he needed.

“I’m serious,” you insisted, sensing his shyness kicking in, “School work has been kicking my ass, but you and our friends have been the only thing keeping me sane lately. I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” he replied, smiling softly as he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. It was a fancy-looking one, with pretty architecture and a fountain in front of the entrance. You weren’t picky by any means, but you were glad that he at least didn’t just get some cheap, sketchy motel room.

The check-in process was swift and easy, and before you knew it Soobin was swiping the key card to your room for the night. The lights flipped on to reveal a lavish room decorated in complimentary white, gray, and blue tones. It looked very inviting and not at all meant for what you were going to do in here.

“Wanna take turns freshening up first?” Soobin asked, glancing at you with a hint of what you could only assume was nervousness. Why? You weren’t sure.

“Sure.“

“I’ll go first, if that’s okay,” he spoke quickly, and you noticed the way he gulped as he hoisted his overnight bag higher on his shoulder before heading towards the bathroom. You nodded, watching him disappear inside of the bathroom and the door click behind him.

You took the free time to set your own bag down on the chair that sat between the bed and the window. You drew the curtains to a close, shielding the room in privacy. You heard the water running, signaling that Soobin was wrapping up in the bathroom. You turned off the overhead light of the room, shrouding it in darkness before flipping on the lamp in the corner. It was enough light to see the room, but dark enough that it wasn’t offensive to the eyes. Soobin opened the door, smiling at you when you made eye contact with him.

“All done?” you asked, grabbing your toiletries from your bag as you approached him.

“Yeah. I, uh, left a gift for you on the counter, but you don’t have to use it if you don’t want to,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You nodded, turning to see a white, unmarked box by the sink. You closed the door, eyeing the box the entire time while you freshened up. You were brushing your teeth, staring at the gift as your brain ran with possibilities of what it could be.

Finally, after dabbing your lips dry, your fingers carefully lifted the top of the box. Inside, surrounded by white tissue paper, was a baby pink lingerie set. You picked up the top, which was silky and dainty, with a cute little bow sitting in the center. The bottoms were some matching, comfy-looking silk shorts as opposed to the usual skimpy panties. You liked both designs, but the shorts felt way more comfortable on the skin.

After you put the set on, you admired yourself in the mirror, running your fingers over the material on your chest and hips. You smiled to yourself imagining Soobin picking this out for you. After the two of you left his parent’s house he had made the comment that he absolutely loved seeing you in lingerie.

“Well, they can be expensive,” you had told him, “So don’t expect it often.”

“I’ll buy them for you,” he shrugged, as if it was no big deal. As if a nice set like the one you wore Christmas night wasn’t forty dollars. Sure, it wasn’t extremely expensive, but forty bucks was quite a bit for a college student like yourselves to be spending regularly on something like lingerie.

This was only the second set you had worn, but you knew as soon as he saw you in it he would want to buy more for you. The thought alone made you feel giddy. You couldn’t wait any longer to see his reaction, so you checked yourself again in the mirror before walking out of the bathroom. Soobin’s eyes shot up and met yours before taking in the sight of you in your half-naked glory.

The set looked ten times better than he pictured it to in his head. It hugged your body perfectly. The bottoms sat on your waist snugly and tickled the tops of your thighs. The top fit your chest well, holding your breasts up in their frameless cups. Your nipples were hard and easily visible in them, begging to be touched by him. He felt himself practically drooling over the sight, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He seemed to be frozen.

“I guess I look good then?” you asked, chuckling softly as you walked up to him and slid your hands onto his waist. Your eyes twinkled up at him, pulling him out of his thoughts. He was getting ahead of himself.

“You look better than good,” his dimples popped out, accompanying his enchanting smile that made your heart skip a beat. His own arms encircled your frame, “You look amazing, beautiful, gorgeous, magnificent, ethereal-“

“Ethereal?” your brows raised as his forehead met yours, your eyes looking into his, “Those are all very prestigious words.”

“And they’re still not enough to describe how perfect you look right now,” he spoke softly, pressing an equally soft kiss against your lips. It wasn’t nearly long enough for you—but it was just long enough to have you yearning for more as he pulled away, “I, uh, got some oil to give you a massage.”

You were taken aback, stopping yourself from pulling him in for another kiss, “What for?”

“You’ve been really stressed with school, so I wanted to help you relax,” his eyes seemed to sparkle even in the dim lighting provided by the lamp in the corner, “I want this entire night to be about you and what you want.”

“But it’s Valentine’s day. This is supposed to be about the both of us,” you insisted, your eyes giving him a challenging look. Still, he shook his head, his grip on your waist getting just a little bit tighter as he pulled you closer to him.

“No, I planned this entire evening for us to enjoy. But this, right now, is about you. You always take care of me, and all I want is for you to let me return the favor.”

“But you do take care of me, Soobin,” you pouted, but his fingertip reached up to run against your drawn-out lip. His eyes lingered on the pink skin, his own lips twitching, begging to touch yours.

“Just let me take care of you real good tonight. I have so much I want to do to you,” his voice fell to a whisper for the last part as he realized how dirty it sounded. He knew you liked when he talked like that, but it still felt a little weird to him, even after all this time.

“Like what?” you asked, a bright smile on your lips as you looked up at him in excitement. He had told you some weeks ago that he wanted to do more research on stuff to try with you, and you had anticipated it ever since. But you two rarely ever got the time to fool around and try anything. Now, you had all the time you needed.

“Well, first, I want you to get on the bed,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead and shifted your hips so that you were facing the bed.

“In what position?”

His chest tightened, thinking of the endless possibilities. He knew how much you liked doggy style, but he wanted to see you the entire time, so- “Just lay down on your back for me.”

“Boring,” you taunted him, but obeyed nonetheless. You quickly added, “I’m just kidding. The best times we’ve had were in missionary.”

Soobin’s cheeks flushed recalling the times he had fucked you in that position. The way you writhed underneath him as you orgasmed. He relished those moments so much that he could remember them in vivid detail as if they happened yesterday.

Your boyfriend paused to admire you as you perched at the end of the bed. You sat with your legs hanging over the edge and your hands pressed into the mattress at your side, waiting for his next move. He got closer to you, large hands skimming from your knee to your outer thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“I’ll never get over how beautiful you are,” he spoke before rapturing your lips, not leaving any room for you to make a remark. He left it as a statement, trailing off between your heated kiss. One of his hands reached up to grasp your chin, holding you still as his tongue moved against your own. You two made out like that for a couple minutes, your arms loosely circling his shoulders. Your fingers buried themselves in the hair at the back of his head, tugging just lightly enough to get those delicious moans out of him and into your mouth.

“I want to worship you,” he whimpered against your cheek as he kissed you there sloppily, “You deserve it. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

If it weren’t for the way his lips were making you feel so horny, you could cry. Soobin had a way of doing that to you, making you feel sentimental. He viewed your love so purely, as if it was the most sacred thing he had. In all honesty, you felt the same. Your moan cut off in the back of your throat as the knuckles of his hand skimmed over your tummy, between your breasts, up to the column of your throat before his lithe fingers cupped your neck. No matter how many times he lightly choked you like this, it always sent your adrenaline pumping as if it was the first time.

“Fuck-“ you whispered as your eyes closed and you felt yourself floating down onto the mattress. Soobin chuckled under his breath, admiring your submissiveness. Once you were laying down in the center of the bed, he settled himself on his stomach between your parted legs.

He started by pressing kisses against your ankles, your calves and shins, then your knees. It felt odd being touched so intimately like this. Sure, sex in itself was very intimate, but being touched and kissed so delicately as if you could break at any moment was new to you. He peppered those chaste kisses from your knees to your thighs, covering the skin with his lips’ invisible marks. As he got to your upper thighs, his eyes met yours.

“I know I’ve said it a hundred times, and I’ll say it a million more, but you’re stunning. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” he said it so earnestly that you were forced to believe it. You would believe anything he told you because Soobin was the last person you would ever expect to lie to you. There was no reason for him to; he loved you too much.

His kisses moved to your stomach, trailing over any exposed skin he could reach. He continued to speak in between kisses, “You’re also the most hard-working woman I’ve ever met. You work so hard in school. You’re extremely smart. And you’re a great friend. You’re so helpful and optimistic.”

You took in every word, absorbing them through his kisses. All you could do was lay there and take it all in. As much as you wanted him to hurry up and fuck you, there was no way in hell you would miss the opportunity for him to spill his love out for you like this.

His lips ghosted over your breasts, pausing to press a kiss to each mound before moving to the center of your chest. He scattered messy smooches all over it: your collarbones, the base of your neck, and your shoulders, “And you’re the best girlfriend I could ask for. You’re so caring, and loving, and kind. You know exactly what to say to make me feel amazing. You’re so patient with me. I can’t see myself ever loving anyone other than you. I don’t want to love anyone else but you.”

Tears were starting to well up in your eyes from the emotions his words brought onto you, but they were confined as his lips met yours again. This time when he made out with you it wasn’t feverish and hungry; it was meaningful and tame. He wanted to take things slow with you for now. He really did just want to worship you any way he could.

When the two of you pulled away for air, he whispered an ‘I love you’ before trailing kisses over your body again, going back down to the place you wanted him most. This time he pressed kisses along your arms as well, pausing at your hands to press gentle kisses to each knuckle, the palms, the backs of your hands, and then one last kiss on your ring finger. It was an unspoken way of him telling you that he couldn’t wait to put a ring there one day. He didn’t care if you picked up on it or not, the sentiment would remain there with the ghost of his lips.

“You’re also the sexiest person I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he smirked up at you slyly from between your thighs. Your eyes locked with his, your cheeks flushing sheepishly, “You are. You’re so hot. All mine.”

You nodded even thought it wasn’t a question.

“I love your thighs,” he mumbled, lips messily kissing the soft skin he was talking about.

“And your tummy,” his large hand reached up, splaying his fingers over your stomach. For a second he pictured it swelling with his baby. One day, he thought to himself, and the thought alone made him smile.

“You already know how much I love your boobs,” he laughed softly, his hand moving further up until it touched the silky material of your bra. There was no hard wiring or form to it, so when his hand engulfed your breast, he could feel your hard nipples underneath. You moaned.

“I love every part of you. Every single part,” he emphasized that by finally pressing a kiss over the center of your shorts, realizing that you were bare underneath them. He felt your pure warmth radiating from under the silk, and it had him nearly drooling.

Your thighs shifted, wanting to press together for more friction, but you thought back to Christmas and how he had told you to be patient. So you sat there in agony, waiting for him to decide when to make the next move.

Soobin’s hand slipped back down your torso, hooking his index and middle finger into the waistband of your shorts, “Can I?”

“Please,” you whined, feeling relief as he slipped the soft garment down your thighs slowly. His eyes stayed on your core, smiling as it was slowly revealed to him. He’s seen you naked plenty of times, but each time felt like the first. That same adrenaline always pumped through his veins and went straight between his legs.

“Fuck,” he didn’t even realize he had said it out loud until you giggled. His eyes flicked to yours as his cheeks blushed, “_______, can you sit on my face?”

Your brows raised. Did I hear him right? you thought.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. I want you to sit on my face. I’ve been thinking about it . . . a lot,” his eyes got wider with anticipation as you started to sit up.

“Okay. Lay down,” you straddled his torso as he laid on his back, his head on the pillows. You asked him again if he was sure, and he nodded vigorously, hands already reaching for your thighs.

You slowly crawled up until you were hovering a few inches over his face, waiting for him to situate his arms comfortably. His eyes were sparkling as he took in the view, glancing up at you for an ‘okay’. Once he got it, he was diving in. Your eyelids shut as you felt his lips and tongue on you, feasting on your dripping heat.

His name rolled off of your tongue in a sigh, and he moaned into your core, making you whimper, “I missed this.”

His brows drew down at your comment. He missed this too. He would do this to you every day if he could. He pulled away for a moment, causing you to look down at him. You thought maybe something was wrong.

“Are you okay?” you asked, reaching down to thread your fingers through his hair. You brushed the dark fringe off of his forehead so you could see his pretty brown eyes admiring you.

“Perfect. I just wanted you to watch me,” he said, his warm breath touching your sensitive lips. The sensation made you shiver, “And, can you keep touching my hair? It feels good.”

“Of course,” you smiled, letting your fingernails drag slowly down his scalp. His eyes closed for a second, and he felt his dick twitch under his pants. When he realized what he was supposed to be doing, he opened his eyes again and went back to eating you out. He focused on your clit, prodding and sucking on it with his tongue and lips hungrily. Meanwhile, his hands weren’t really sure what to do with themselves.

He had first seen face sitting in a porn video, months ago, and he was waiting for a good time to try it with you. But in the video the guy was just laying there, not doing much with his arms, and when he did he was just jerking himself off. He didn’t want to cum just yet, so he tried to find something else to occupy his hands. While your juices collected on his lips and chin, his hands moved up to your chest again. He slipped his fingers under the bra, cupping your breasts in his hands easily. His entire body shook as he felt your nipples against his palms. He couldn’t wait to start fucking you, because he would definitely be sucking on your breasts while he did.

“Oh God,” you moaned, your fingers gripping his hair at the root as he licked your clit over and over in the same spot that had your thighs shaking. That familiar pre-orgasmic tensing was starting in your abdomen, “Right there, Soobin.”

He hummed into your labia, eyes half-lidded as he was sent into a dream-like state. He loved eating you out. Well, he really just liked making you feel good by any means, but this was one of his favorite ways to do it.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whined, hips rocking against his tongue. He nodded, eyes watching your face screw up in pleasure as you orgasmed. He tasted your release on his mouth, smearing messily and dripping on his cheeks. He loved it. He especially loved the way your fingers pulled on his hair, using it almost like the horn of a saddle.

He let you use him to ride out your high, your hips slowing down to a stop. Your chest heaved, and Soobin’s hands squeezed your breasts softly before sliding out from under your bra to rest on your waist. His fingers massaged your skin, “Did I do good?”

You nodded, looking down at him like he was the sun that lit up the sky. To you, it really felt like he was, “Yes, so good, baby.”

The smile that formed on his lips was lazy, but full of happiness.

“What do you want to do to me now?” you asked teasingly, mocking his comment from earlier, “You said there was so much you wanted to do.”

“There is,” he said, heart flipping when you moved back enough to cup his cheeks in your palms. You didn’t care if they were damp, “Have you ever done boob fucking before?”

He was just full of surprises tonight.

“Like, where you put your dick between my tits?”

He nodded.

“No, I haven’t. Sounds fun, though,” you smiled when his face lit up, “I know you’ll love it.”

“I’ve been-“

“Thinking about it a lot?” you finished his sentence, laughing as you maneuvered yourself on his side. You kissed him, letting him roll you onto your back. He was still in his date clothes, but he was quick to remove them, starting with his shirt. As he got up to discard the rest of his clothes, your eyes were glued to his chest. That was until his boxer briefs came off.

You would never get over how big and pretty his dick was.

“I’ve dreamt about doing this for weeks,” Soobin groaned as he got back onto the bed, hesitantly straddling your stomach. He held himself in his hand, keeping it from touching you just yet.

“Do you want me to get it wet for you?” you asked him half-innocently, looking up at him through your lashes. He gulped, his chest tightening and his dick twitching in his grip.

“Please,” he breathed out, moving closer until his tip was close enough to your lips for you to touch it.

You leaned your head up, taking his bright pink head into your mouth. It was throbbing against your tongue, showing you how painfully hard he was. He wanted to fuck you so bad, but he was also really good at showing restraint. You bobbed your head a few times, quickly getting an ache in your neck. Luckily, Soobin was quick to take that into consideration. He grabbed a pillow from the side and gently put it behind you, giving you the leverage you needed to keep your head up without straining. Then it was back to work.

He groaned, eyes closing as you continued to suck off the top half of him, but that’s really all he needed, “O-okay. I might cum if you keep going.”

You giggled as you pulled off of him, apologizing. You hurried to take the material of your bra between your fingers to tug it up and over your head. Soobin’s eyes were trained on your breasts the second they were exposed to the cold room. He let out a shaky breath and bit his lower lip.

“You can start if you want,” you encouraged him, scooting down a bit so his erection could fit between the humps of your breasts. Soobin’s heart was practically racing out of his chest, but he powered through his nerves. He gulped down the awkward tension building in his body as he let his shaft lay against your chest.

“Let me know if you need me to stop, okay?” his voice came out as shaky as his breath.

“Okay,” you nodded, holding back a smile. You could tell he was nervous, so you said, “Use me, baby.”

Those three words reminded him of Christmas night again, how you told him to use you any way he wanted. And just like that night, something snapped inside of him. Like a desperate puppy, he humped against you, the damp underside of his dick sliding in the valley of your breasts. With each thrust, your boobs bounced, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching down to play with them. He was so entranced by them and the act he was committing between them. You found his horniness so adorable, to the point that you were stifling giggles. His eyelids were heavy with pleasure and his pouty lips were stuck open, letting rugged breaths pass through them freely as he got off on your tits. He felt like he was on cloud nine.

“How is it, Soobin? As good as you imagined?” you asked him, pulling his eyes away from the sight underneath him.

“Mhm,” he whimpered pathetically, groping and squeezing your boobs like plush toys as his thrusts got a little faster. Even as he chased his high, he still made sure to be gentle, not too fast to hurt you.

“Here,” you reached up to your chest, barely covering his large hands with your smaller ones. Your fingers gripped his, pushing your boobs closer together until they were snug against Soobin’s cock, hugging it as he continued to thrust between them. The sensation almost simulated the feeling of being inside of you, and that made him dizzy.

“Holy fuck,” he whined, picking up speed.

“I want you to cum on me, Soobin,” you batted your lashes at him teasingly, jutting out your lower lip to get him going. It worked, because his shaft twitched again, and you felt it. The space between your boobs was wetter and hotter as a result of his leaking precum and heightened arousal, “Cum all over me. On my neck, my tits, my mouth. Wherever you want to, baby.”

Talking him through his orgasm helped. Next thing you knew he was crying out, and his hips were stuttering. The pressure from your tits around him drove him over the edge and sent cum spurting onto your neck and upper chest. Some of it went as far as your chin, dripping over the edge of it and down your throat.

“That was fun. We should do that more often, huh?” you asked him, swiping some of his cum up onto your finger before putting it in your mouth and sucking it clean. The entire time he willed his eyelids to stay open so he could spectate the filthy scene you made for him. He shivered and nodded.

“Wanna take a break?” your hand soothingly rubbed his thigh, loving the way it tensed under your touch. You drove him crazy.

He took a second to think about it, and then he shook his head. He whined, “No. No, I need to fuck you so bad.”

You chuckled, “Okay, baby. Can you just clean me off first?”

Soobin was eager to do so, hopping off the bed to go to the bathroom. He remembered seeing a box of tissues on the counter so he grabbed them and brought them to you. The both of you wiped the remnants of his arousal off of you, and afterwards he discarded the soiled tissues. Then he got back into bed, getting comfortable between your hips for missionary.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, shifting back onto his calves. You looked up to him with confusion, your thighs squirming on either side of him. You were so desperate for him to fuck you it was almost embarrassing.

“What’s wrong, Soobin?”

“I forgot to get the condoms out of my bag. Give me a se-“

“We can do it without,” you said, putting your hand on his arm to stop him. You were sitting up now, urging him to stay in bed.

“Are you sure, _______?” he asked you, a quirk in his brow. You were usually the one to remind him to bring them and have them on deck. But if you were honest, ever since you fucked that one time without a condom you craved it again. He felt so much better without one, like he was made for you. Soobin couldn’t deny that that was the best sex the two of you had until now.

You nodded shyly, “Mhm. Unless you really want to use a condom. Then that’s fine. I just figured-“

“No. We don’t have to use one. You’re just usually uptight about it, that’s all,” he laughed softly, smirking slightly at you. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, because I don’t want us to have an accident, but . . . we should be fine. I track my cycle, and I’m on the pill, so,” you assured him—and yourself. You weren’t sure what came over you, but you were so insanely horny right now that you would say almost anything to convince him to fuck you right here, right now.

“Okay. It feels really good without one,” he admitted, settling between your legs again. With eager lips, he kissed you feverishly. He stayed on his knees between your legs while you sat up, leaning up into the kiss while he reached down to meet you. His hands cupped your cheeks lovingly, holding you like you were fragile.

“I want you to ride me,” he said as you pulled away to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Okay, baby, whatever you want,” you breathed into his neck, kissing him there before he moved to get into the position he wanted.

He sat with his back against the headboard, a pillow resting between his shoulder blades for comfort. His hands laid loosely on your waist as he orchestrated you until you were straddling his lap. His erection stood at attention against your pubic bone, throbbing softly. Yearning for your heat. You were too busy making sure your knees were comfortable to notice the way he watched your face with sparkles in his eyes. You were really the love of his life, he was convinced.

“Like this?” you asked him, your hands resting on his shoulders. He nodded, not even entirely sure of the question before he resumed kissing you.

Kisses with Soobin were usually pretty passionate. They held so much love and comfort in them. They felt like home. They felt so right. And this one was no different.

You were so wrapped up in the melodic movement of your lips that you almost missed Soobin’s signal. His fingers were gripping your waist in an attempt to tell you to sit on him. His dick was practically weeping. Tears of precum leaked down his shaft.

Shaky moans left the two of you as you lowered yourself on his cock, the slight stretch making you whimper. Soobin’s grasp on your hips was so hard it would surely leave bruises in the morning, but neither of you could care less. He was way too focused on the way you enveloped him and how much he wanted you to start riding him.

“You always feel so tight,” he said, eyes closed in euphoria.

“Yeah?” you smirked, leaning forward to press a kiss to the shell of his ear. He was so sensitive to your touch, he was already shivering, “I’ve been waiting for this since Christmas.”

His face flushed red at the memory again, only this time he was vividly remembering the way he fucked you and the way he came inside of you. He wanted to experience that again.

“Me too,” his voice was practically a whisper, but you heard it, and it made you smile.

You started to roll your hips against his, loving the way his tip nudged your insides so deliciously. He filled you up so well that it almost seemed unreal at times. Your hands fell from his shoulders, skimming over his arms until they rested on his forearms. But with your arms out of the way, his eyes were fixed on your breasts again. He wanted to kiss and lick and hold them so bad he was vibrating.

He didn’t even bother asking, opting to just go for it. His plump lips captured your left nipple in his mouth, suckling on it like a piece of sweet, sweet candy. To him it very well could have been. Only candy didn’t give him the most rewarding moans in response to his touch.

“That feels so good,” you told him, petting the back of his head. This only spurred him to suck harder, using his teeth to gently tug at the sensitive buds. You groaned.

Your right boob was comforted by his hand, being squeezed and rubbed and pinched by his lithe fingers. Low whimpers of his name were rolling off of your tongue involuntarily as he feasted on your tits. His arms tightened around your waist as he switched, putting his main attention on your right breast. As he suckled on you carelessly, you noticed the cute noises he made. He was so full of pleasure from his dick being suffocated by your pussy that he couldn’t help but moan every few seconds. And he was so hellbent on playing with your tits, almost not caring about getting enough air. Little huffs of breath came out of his nose, tickling your chest. And the entire time his eyes were screwed shut, allowing him to fall into his own deep well of ecstasy. It was adorable.

All you could really do was chase your own high and enjoy his touches.

Your arms circled his broad shoulders loosely, your fingernails gently running over the expanse of his back. Soobin was certain he couldn’t feel more comforted than he was right now. But everything was about to flip on its head.

Because as soon as he started to feel comfortable, there it was. That threatening feeling. Like a rubber band on the verge of snapping from pressure. It sat in his groin, teetering on the edge. It snuck up on him so suddenly.

“I’m close,” he shuttered, lips trembling around your areola.

“Me too.”

You had felt the familiar sensation creeping up on you before he did. All you needed was an extra push. You got Soobin to take his free hand from your breast to your clit, circling his fingertip expertly over it. You breathed out the first expletive your brain spit out, and then it was approaching.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” you asked him, resting your cheek against his forehead as you rutted your hips faster over his. With each jerky movement his cock was pushed against your g spot. The wet, warm, tight atmosphere of your pussy was pushing him even closer to orgasm. He was so close he could practically taste it.

“Yes, fuck-“ he choked out, constricting your ribs with his arm as he came. You gasped from the impact on your torso, but what had you moaning like a porn star was the warmth that flooded your womb. You couldn’t hold yourself back after that. Your hips moved faster than ever, and with every bounce his dick hit that spongey spot inside of you that had you trembling. His finger slowed on your clit, but that didn’t stop your orgasm from barreling down on you. Your thighs shook on top of his, and your knees jerked against the mattress. You felt extremely wet, like you had came twice as much than you normally do. Soobin’s hands went back to your waist, holding you still as his hips bucked up into yours involuntarily. His warm breath fanned over your chest like a heater in the winter. It felt amazing.

“I think I just squirted,” you blurted out, making Soobin instantly look up at you. His eyes were blown out with lust.

“Seriously?”

“Mhm.”

Squirting was a myth—or so he thought. He only ever heard about it secondhand from his friends or people online boasting about getting a girl to do it, but he wasn’t entirely sure if they were telling the truth. However, he knew you wouldn’t lie to him, so he reveled in the fact that he was capable of making you squirt.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.”

You giggled, licking your lip subtly before saying, “Kiss me.”

Soobin nodded, the only thing on his mind was doing what you told him to do. So he effortlessly leaned up, moulding his lips to yours. Despite the filthy, sinful state the two of you were in now, the kiss was full of tender, sweet love.

Your lungs were burning after some time, causing you to pull away reluctantly. Soobin’s lips were a bright red shade, puffy and slick from the messy kisses he gave to your chest just moments before. He looked so disheveled but in the best way. And it was a sight that only you were gifted with seeing. Your pussy clenched on him at the thought, making him groan.

“Sorry,” you giggled, embracing him. You wanted to keep him close to you.

“This was the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had,” you confessed.

Soobin refused to look up at you this time. He didn’t want you to see the tears he was blinking away, “I want every year to be like this.”

Your heart leapt. You thought about your future with Soobin often. Maybe not every day or every week, but often enough that you had dreams. You could picture him so well in them. The same, but slightly more mature and older. There were so many more things you wanted to experience with him. Things that you could only imagine doing with him.

“Do you want to go for another round or clean up?” you asked, combing your fingers through his dark hair softly.

“I can go again, but in a minute. I just want to stay like this for a little longer.”

“Okay, baby.”

Two weeks later, just as March was beginning, you were getting back to your dorm from class. On Thursdays Sooyoung had an extra class, so you arrived to an empty room, all for yourself. You were settling into your bed when you got a notification from your period tracking app. It was telling you that your cycle was late. You weren’t too worried at first; you were late sometimes. It happens. But just to be safe, you checked the app anyways. You were eight days late. That was a bit unusual as you were usually only off by a couple days, give or take. That’s when the panic started to creep in.

Stay calm, you tried to soothe yourself, You’re not pregnant. Don’t freak out.

But what if I am?

Your stomach was in knots in seconds. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know who to talk to.

Should I text Soobin?

But what if it’s just a false alarm, and I freak him out for nothing?

You were planning on studying for the rest of the day, but there was no way you were going to retain any information right now in this state. You needed to talk to Soobin. He was your boyfriend after all, and you didn’t deserve to go through this alone. So you called him, the line ringing a couple times before he answered.

“Hey, baby, what’s up?” he asked you sweetly, so naively unaware of the bomb you were going to drop on him. But you suddenly realized you didn’t want to do this over the phone.

“Hey,” you spoke weakly, feeling as though you could swallow your tongue, “Um, I was wondering if I could come over.”

“Now? Uh, sure. Yeonjun shouldn’t be back until later, and my next class isn’t for another hour,” he paused, “I thought you were studying today though?”

“I was, but something came up, and . . . I wanted to see you.”

“Okay, let me know when you get here.”

When you showed up at his dorm, he met you at the entrance, a huge grin on his face. Your heart was beating so fast, but you weren’t sure if it was from how cute he looked or the nervousness consuming you—or both.

“Hey, did you eat yet? We could go get some food,” he said, hugging you tight.

“No, I’m not hungry.”

“Oh, okay,” he tried not to seem to pushy, pulling away from the hug tentatively. He sensed you were in some kind of mood, but he couldn’t pinpoint why. He didn’t want to pry in public, so he led you up to his dorm. Once the door was closed, he noticed just how tense you looked. He only ever saw you like this before a big exam, “________, are you okay?”

“No,” you admitted with a heavy sigh, tears welling up in your eyes. The entire time you walked to his room your mind was running rampant. You were worried about the possibility of being pregnant. Sure, you were close to graduating, so that wouldn’t be affected, but what about after that? And Soobin wouldn’t graduate for another year. What if he didn’t want a kid right now? What if he left you? Then you would be a single mom, and while that wasn’t the worst thing in the world, it would be really overwhelming.

“_______, what’s wrong?” he sat you down on his bed, his hand rubbing your back while the tears slowly started to fall down your cheeks.

“Soobin, I-“ you paused, taking a deep breath, “My period is late.”

Your boyfriend seemed to freeze, consumed with shock. His first thought was ‘how?’ but obviously he knew how. He also knew when, where, and why. He just couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

“Please say something,” you said, looking at him with eyes full of tears and worry. He pulled you in close for a hug.

“It’s okay. Everything’s gonna be okay,” he cooed.

“But what if it’s not, Soobin? You’ll still be in school after I graduate. We don’t have jobs yet. We don’t have a place to live together. We-“

“Hey, breathe,” he encouraged you softly, his own nerves buzzing with fright. He hated seeing you so worked up like this. You were usually the calm, level-headed one in the relationship. He wasn’t really sure of what to do or say, “We can figure all that out when we get to it. Did you take a test yet?”

You shook your head, feeling guilty that you got wet spots on his shirt from your crying.

“Okay, well maybe we should go to the store and get one,” he didn’t even wait for an answer, already getting up to grab his keys and put on his shoes.

“Right now? Soobin, you have class in-“

“That’s the last thing I’m worried about right now,” he chuckled, tugging on his second shoe before turning to you. You sat on the edge of his bed with tear-stained cheeks, pouty lips, and furrowed brows. He reached up and wiped your cheeks with his thumbs, smiling at the way your eyes closed momentarily, “Do you want to go get a test? I think it would make us both feel better if we knew for sure.”

You nodded, and within minutes he was driving you to the nearest corner store. On the drive there you were looking up which over-the-counter pregnancy test brands were most accurate and highly rated. You didn’t expect them to be so expensive. Though honestly you weren’t sure what to expect. But Soobin held your hand the entire time, thumb caressing and soothing the back of your hand in a silent way of letting you know he was there for you.

“What kind do you want to get?”

You examined the boxes and tags once more, finally deciding on a brand that was ranked pretty high when you did your research, “I’ll get this one, and I’ll need a cup to pee in.”

Soobin’s eyes were wide, but he nodded along, figuring you knew better than he did, “Okay.“

The ride back to his dorm was like the ride to the corner store, quiet and full of an eerie, heavy emotion. It was suffocating you.

“Soobin, are you upset with me?” you spoke so quietly that your boyfriend almost didn’t even realize you were speaking. When he did manage to piece together what you said, he looked at you with utmost sincerity and sadness. He couldn’t believe you would even suggest such a thing.

“Upset? Why would I be upset with you?”

“Because I’m the one who told you to not use a condom,” you couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes, “I was selfish and impatient, and we could’ve avoided all of this. This could ruin us.”

“Hey, stop it,” he looked disgusted by your words, brows scrunched together, “_______, I’m not upset at you. This is just as much my fault as it is yours. It takes two people to make a baby, y’know.”

He let out a small laugh in an attempt to lighten you up, but you didn’t seem to budge.

“I’m serious, _______, it’s gonna be okay. Y’know, I dreamed of having kids with you one day. Given I didn’t expect it to be so soon . . . and accidental, but-“ that got a smile out of you, which made his heart flutter, “But if it’s a little early, then that’s fine with me, too.”

You finally tore your eyes away from the plastic bag in your lap to look at him as he pulled into the dorm parking. He glanced at you with the quickest, warmest, most reassuring smile you had ever seen. For a moment it made your worries melt away.

Soobin carefully led you through the dorm’s stairs, offering to wait for you outside of the bathroom to give you your privacy, “Just let me know if you need any help?”

“I think I can pee in a cup and put a stick in it,” you joked, trying to make light of the situation. Soobin half-heartedly smiled, giving you a gentle kiss of encouragement on the forehead before you stepped into the bathroom. It was frighteningly quiet, so you flipped on the fan to drown out your lousy thoughts.

With a deep breath, you got to opening the box and following the instructions, step by step. Once you were done, you put the cap back on the stick, then discarded your urine and the cup. Now all you could do was wait. You wondered if you should wait to see your results first, but ultimately you didn’t want to do this alone. So, you grabbed the test and walked out of the bathroom.

“Well?” Soobin’s hands were already on your waist and shoulder, eyes searching yours for any indication of results.

“We have to wait a few minutes,” you said, “Can we go back to your room?“

“Yeah,” he took your hand in his, and soon you were sitting on his bed again, leg shaking and goosebumps on your arms despite the room feeling warm.

“I know I sound like a broken record, but it’s going to be okay,” Soobin side-hugged you, resting his cheek on your head. He was suddenly guilt-ridden when he realized how much stress this was going to add on to you on top of your school stress if it turned out to be positive.

All you could do was nod. You didn’t know what to say.

“Is it time yet?” he asked.

You checked the time on your phone. Six minutes had passed since you put the cap back on the test. If you looked at it, the results should be developed by now. You glanced at it sitting on the bedside table, turned away from the two of you.

“Yeah.”

“How do you wanna do this? Should I look at it first? Or you? Or both of us?”

Your eyes met his, “Together?”

He nodded, leaning over to pick the test up off the table. He was careful not to turn it over before you were ready, so he waited until you gave him the ‘okay’. Your hands squeezed his free one tightly in anticipation as your cheek rested against his bicep. He took that as your sign, and in one swift movement your potential future was being revealed. The air that filled your lungs was expelled in one big huff, leaving you breathless.

“That’s negative, right?”

You nodded, taking the test out of his hand to double check it. Sure enough, the one control line was the only one visible. Had it been positive, there would be a perpendicular line forming a cross. But it wasn’t there.

“This is great,” you said, looking up at your boyfriend who was staring at the test with an unreadable expression. You reached up and circled his shoulders in the tightest hug you could manage. “Thank you for being with me through this. I’m sorry if I scared you.”

You both laughed softly, but while your heart was finally going back to a normal beat, Soobin’s was sinking.

Sure, maybe he wasn’t entirely ready to be a father. Maybe you two didn’t have jobs or a place to live together. But something about being a dad to your kid . . . it filled him with so much happiness. He wasn’t lying when he said he dreamed of it often. He pictured living in a nice house, coming to it every day to see you and your kid playing in the living room. He wanted to pick them up and make them laugh before kissing you on the cheek. He wanted to look down and see his initial on a chain around your neck, your bracelet around your wrist, and the ring on your finger. And he wanted to think to himself, this is all I’ve ever wanted, and I finally have it.

So, yeah, he was a little disappointed that he wasn’t going to have that soon, but it didn’t mean he would never have it. He could wait a bit longer. One day, he reminded himself.

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[tired-biscuit]

Hi can i request teacher naruto x student reader smut (obviously not in pedo way).With degration kink if possible I love being degraded😩

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, teacher/student relationship, car sex, degrading, professor!naruto.

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NARUTO UZUMAKI had made a mistake.

The thirty-year-old Professor should have known better than offer to drive his secretly favourite student home after class. Sure, it was dark out from the late hour which his superiors forced him to hold his lessons at, and the rain had technically been pouring in great, ferocious curtains of water outside the university where he worked, but neither of those reasons would be deemed good enough by an educator who swore by a code on keeping his relations with students strictly professional. 

Still, all it took was one look at the rather sombre expression on the poor girl's face to announce him a goner under the narrow roof of the main entrance to the building that night - code or not. Before y/n's rosy lips could even finish forming a pout in result of assessing the heavy, dull sky above her head, Naruto's feet had already moved seemingly on their own; forcing him to walk over with his umbrella, like the polite gentleman that he was.

He couldn't remember what exactly he had told her to persuade her into accepting his offer on driving her home. All he could bring forth in his memory was her smile, the eager nod, and the way her arm kept bumping against his own when they had taken the short walk towards his car.

And that was how Naruto had found himself stuck with y/n that Friday evening - his favourite student.

All alone.

"Thank you for doing this, Mr. Uzumaki. I really appreciate it." the pretty girl said when he plopped down into the plush driver's seat of his dark grey Volvo SUV. Throwing a hasty glance at her as she rubbed her dainty palms together in order to quicken her blood circulation, Naruto offered her a subtle nod. 

"Don't mention it," he replied curtly, running a hand through his slightly damp, blonde hair. He brushed away the water droplets coating his palm against his black pants before shrugging off his coat and throwing it in the backseat. Seriously. Don't mention it.

She puffed air onto her curled up fists now, plump lips moving against her knuckles, "I would have probably gotten soaked to the bone by the time I reached the bus station, if it weren't for you. So, thanks again."

"Probably," he said, fishing out his car keys from his pocket, "Quite a downfall, huh?"

"Yeah... It's pretty bad."

"Yup."

They fell into silence.

Naruto loosed a sigh at the awkward small talk about the weather. Fastening his seat belt, he started the car and said, "So, how's your last year of university been treating you, Miss l/n?"

"Pretty good," she replied, eyeing the touchscreen that lit up as soon as the engine whirred to life. He could see her eyes turn innocently inquisitive at the playlist to appear. "My grades are doing okay, I suppose... I'm trying not to stress as much as I did in my first year."

"Glad to hear it. You've always been a good student," he complimented, pulling out of the designated parking space. He glanced at her again and caught her still staring at the touchscreen, her cheeks slightly rosy now. "You can pick a song if you'd like."

He didn't have to tell her twice. Leaning slightly forward, y/n scrolled through the list of songs, keen eyes quickly scanning the various artists. "You have pretty good taste, Sir. I also listen to The Neighbourhood." she mumbled after a while.

"Thanks." Naruto watched her tap a song now - Sweater Weather. Of course. Listening to the soft melody beginning to mix with the thundering rain hitting against the roof of the car, he said, "So, any plans for what you're gonna do after you get your diploma?"

"Not really, no," she said, scratching her cheek with those prettily manicured nails, "Maybe travel a bit?"

"Always a good idea."

"Mhm."

Silence again. Awkward.

"You gonna lead the way, or should I use the GPS?" he asked, looking at her once more. Naruto promptly ignored the little plaid skirt she wore and the high knee-socks accompanying the flimsy thing. No matter that it made him swallow a bit more thickly than usual, and made his skin go taut to such a degree that it felt too tight to cover the entirety of his bones.

They usually did that - her clothes. Had been doing so for months, actually. He refused to acknowledge it, as it was the sane way to do.

"I can lead the way, if it's all right with you?" she spoke softly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine with me."

"Okay." He could see her fingers dig into the sleeves of her thin blouse then, her tits squeezing together with the action. They practically ate up the darn seat belt. Sure, all of the buttons were modestly secured, but the cotton was still tight. Too tight. "Turn left here, please."

"Left, yes. Okay." he rambled, his knee shaking before he rested his foot on the gas pedal again. His voice sounded weird. Clearing his throat, Naruto focused on the road instead, both brows pinching together in mild exasperation. The last thing he needed was to cause a fucking car crash because he couldn't stop staring at his student's tits. Pathetic.

Said student sighed and rubbed her arms a bit, but said nothing.

"Are you cold?" he found himself asking. Why couldn't he just keep his fucking mouth shut, already?!

"Oh," she stilled, sinking further into the seat as if in embarrassment. Scarlet overtook her face when she murmured, "A little, yeah... But it's nothing I can't handle."

"I'm sure you can handle it, Miss l/n." Naruto said, and thought about punching himself in the face right then and there. Flicking on the heaters, he offered her a tentative smile, "But I think it'd be better if you didn't catch a cold."

"How so?" she questioned, wary eyes looking at the pleasant grin to adorn his face, now.

"Well, you wouldn't be able to attend my lecture if you got sick, now would you?" he chuckled lowly, flicking his gaze towards her again. God, the first thing he was going to do after arriving home was slam his head against the wall. Repeatedly.

"Yeah, th-that's true." she stumbled, biting the inside of her cheek. She could have sworn that he smirked at the stutter.

Mother above, he was the handsomest man she had ever laid eyes upon. Tall and assertive, owning a sharp jawline, and a voice so deep that the rasp of it could make even the dullest of lectures sound like a goddamn poem - Professor Naruto Uzumaki had always been her favourite to look at.

There wasn't a thing in the Universe that she enjoyed more than following the flex of his strong biceps whenever he wrote on the blackboard in their classroom, or the potent build of him that he always alluringly accentuated with the countless fancy dress shirts and nicely-fitting pants he loved to wear so goddamn much. 

His hair was golden like rows upon rows of rich fields of wheat, and his eyes blue like a clear July sky. Even his tan complexion screamed summer, and heat, and endless, feverish sun. He was absolutely breathtaking in every aspect. It made her feel very small, compared to his overwhelming presence. And not just because he held the authority.

y/n felt heat pool between her legs at the thought. Warmth recoiled within the pit of her stomach, though the reason for it wasn't as obscene as the one she had thought of at first.

"Uh... Sir?"

Ignoring the way his dick twitched inside his pants at the title, Naruto merely hummed in reply, "Hm?"

"The seat's getting kind of hot," she mumbled, entire face searing pink. She shifted from side to side, squeezing her thighs together.

Naruto glanced at her squirming, eyes quickly dipping towards the hem of her skirt which she kept pressing against the top of her thighs in order to keep from rising up. He fought back the hint of amusement in his smile when he said, "Yeah, I flicked on the seat warmer for you. It'll warm you up faster." 

"Oh... Okay."

A beat of silence echoed between them for a third time. He listened to her breathing. It had turned shallow, somewhat.

"Does it feel good, Miss l/n?" he asked quietly, his grip on the steering wheel tenacious. At this point, he was asking for it. Seriously, what was wrong with him?

"Yes, Mr. Uzumaki." she replied, her voice adorably meek.

He swallowed the saliva to gather inside his mouth again, "Want me to turn it up even higher?"

"That'd be nice."

He did. Watched her squirm and part her legs slightly at the warmth to pour into her, too. Listening to the quiet sigh of appreciation, he smiled, "Better?"

"Loads."

The word made him think about something he shouldn't be thinking about when his student was around. Made him fantasize about slamming her down on his cock right there; in the backseat of his car, until she'd cry from the pleasure as she bounced, and bounced, and bounced and he indeed did stuff his load right into her damn womb. He just knew that her pussy would be warm to wrap around his dick after all the damn heat he was making her endure, now.

Naruto bit the inside of his cheek so hard that he nearly drew blood. Perhaps it'd be better to crash the car, after all. "How far are we from your home?"

"About fifteen minutes," she said, staring out the window, "But, it's completely all right if you drop me off at the nearest bus station, Sir. I wouldn't want to be a bother."

"I don't mind," he grit out, indecent thoughts tumbling one after the other, "It's Friday... I've got all the time in the world."

"Yeah?" she giggled, shuffling in her seat again, "No party to run home to?"

"I've partied enough during my twenties, Miss l/n," he replied with a low chuckle. "So, no. No party."

Silence. And then; "How about a wife?"

He quirked an eyebrow at the question. But instead of scolding her for prodding at his privacy like an educator following the fucking code would; Naruto instead decided to bite into the challenge, "I'm not married."

"Oh?"

"Before you judge me as to why I am not; I don't recall a boyfriend offering you a ride home in all this rain."

She scoffed, "That's because I don't have a boyfriend."

He threw her a wary side-glance, "How so?" This was getting personal. God help him.

"Boys are jerks," she offered plainly, rolling her eyes.

He snickered. "Remind me... How old are you again?"

"Twenty-two."

"Ah," he mused, tapping the steering wheel with his index finger, "They really are jerks, then. At least at that age."

They shared a quiet laugh. "Were you one?" she questioned out of the blue. 

"Hm?"

"A jerk?"

"Well," Naruto mumbled, shrugging, "A bit, yeah."

Her eyes flashed with mischief when she turned to look at him. "Why?"

"I..." his brows furrowed as he searched for the right word, "Let's just say that I wasn't exactly of the tame sort during my high school and college years."

"What does that mean; tame?" she shot out the question like a bullet. Goddamn, this girl had zero sense of formality.

"I used to party a lot." He mumbled the last bit a bit more quietly, "And everything else that came along with said partying."

"So, you did drugs?" she asked, her features blank.

Naruto nearly choked on his own spit, "Heavens no!"

"Then what?" she laughed at his wide-eyed expression.

"Just..." he sighed, scrubbing a tired hand across his face whilst gripping the steering wheel with the other, "I drank a lot, fought a bit, and had fun with quite a few girls. That's it."

"I don't understand how that makes you a jerk, though?"

"I wasn't always nice to the girls," Naruto admitted finally, the tips of his ears searing red. "But that's all in the past, now."

"Bummer."

"What?"

"Hm?" she hummed, both of her eyebrows shooting up. She ran her fingers through her hair, "So, you were, excuse the term, Professor; a fuckboy?"

Naruto's lips twitched at the corners. "I suppose so."

She stared at him for a long moment. Studied him thoroughly, until he couldn't help but glance back. "What is it?"

"Nothing," she uttered, shrugging, "I just can't see it."

"Can't see what?"

"You being a fuckboy."

He blinked. Stopping at a red light, he turned to look at her properly now, "What's that supposed to mean, Miss l/n?" 

"I'm sorry, but you're just so..." she tilted her head lightly to the side as she studied him again, snickering lightly, "Mellow." She even did him the courtesy of gesturing all over him as if to further prove her point.

Naruto stared at her, the expression on his face blank; unreadable. His student had struck a nerve with the sly comment. Had made him see red. Sure, he had just entered his thirties, and his college days were long behind him, but he was still fun. She had no clue how fun he could get. Perhaps he'd show her.

No, not perhaps. He had to show her. To prove her wrong. This was his dignity they were talking about, for crying out loud!

And so, with a heart that hammered with offence and the need to prove himself, Naruto repeated,

"Hah... You think I'm mellow?"

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Naruto had no idea how it had happened.

One second he was staring at her as she kept giggling at his expense, and the next one he was pushing her on his cock in the backseat of his car in an abandoned parking lot. He hadn't even managed to take his pants off, just kind of fumbled with the button and zipper until his dick had been freed just enough for him to slam it right inside her tight, little pussy.

The sensation nearly made his vision spin. It had certainly been a while since he had gotten his dick wet. And speaking of wet; this girl was drenched. If there wouldn't be a mess spilled all over his black denims when they were finished with this, then he could proclaim himself as the modern son of God and wear the Pope's hat.

Holding her pretty panties to the side with trembling fingers, Naruto sighed at the sticky warmth to hug his girth now. Sweat covered his brow when he grit out, "You can't tell anyone about this, y/n."

His voice was nearly a growl that vibrated against her lips when he kissed her, latching his hot, panting mouth to hers. The way his tongue overtook her own made a shiver run along the entire length of her spine. This was definitely not the same polite, courteous man she was used to seeing on the hallways of the university every other day.

No, this was a beast.

"I won't," she whimpered, her legs spasming around his waist as she tried to ease herself down on him, "I-I promise I won't, Mr. Uzumaki."

"Fuck your promise, I want you to swear it to me," he groaned, hiking up her plaid skirt. They were still completely dressed from the chaos that had just begun to ensue, "I could lose my job if someone found out. So fucking swear it to me right now, or I'll make sure you won't be able to sit in class on Monday. Much less walk properly."

Monday?!

"I sw-swear," she sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed further, painfully stretching her to the point where she feared she might just burst, "I swear I won't tell anyone! Fuck...!"

He bucked his hips upward, nearly making her eyes cross. The grin to meet her eyes was worse than complacent, "Tell 'em what? That your Professor is fucking that pretty cunt of yours? That you're riding him like a filthy slut?"

"Yes, yes! All of that, mmh...!" she groaned, head lolling backwards at the pressure within her lower stomach. He could feel her toes curl against his thighs when he stretched her even further. Naruto was relentless, he'd fill up every single inch of her warm pussy, until she'd end up gushing on his cock. He swore that he would.And he was just upset enough to actually do it. 

'Mellow', she had called him. Fuck that. Serves her right.

"Say it," Naruto breathed, his broad hand tangling into her hair. He traced his fingertips across her scalp before he yanked a handful of her hair so harshly that she cried out, "Say that you're a filthy slut, who enjoys riding her Professor's cock."

Her eyes brimmed with hot tears, her upper lip profoundly quivering when she uttered, "I'm a filthy slut, who enjoys riding her Professor's cock." The sound of how weak and ashamed her voice sounded when she said it made a wildfire erupt within his chest. Made him want to roar.

"Well, aren't you a naughty girl for enjoying something that dirty, huh? What would your father think of you?" he snarled in reply, his eyes blazing with wickedness, "Is that the reason why you come to my class dressed like a goddamn whore twice a week? Why you taunt me and make my dick hard behind the desk with all those tiny skirts of yours? 'Cause you wanna get slammed in 'em by me?"

Dear god, he was going to ruin her. Bit by bit.

"Yes, that's exactly the reason!" she cried out again, squeezing her eyes shut when he sank his teeth into her neck. "I-I did it all just to tempt you."

"You're such a bitch, y/n," he grunted, teeth gritting together when she rolled her hips against his own, "All you do is bring trouble into my life... Look at what you're making me do right now. This is all your fault."

"My fault?" she moaned as he quickened his pace, meeting her halfway everytime she slammed back down on him. The sounds of arousal to bounce off the sides of his car were so indecent that they made her blush like a sucker. She looked down at him - her Professor. At his heavy-lidded eyes which were glazed over with lust and the smug, crooked grin which was slightly bigger on one side than the other. He was dazzling; absolutely perfect. Especially like this. Flushed and sweaty, and so fucking happy that she was bouncing on top of him.

"My fault." she accepted his claim now, kissing him again, "Entirely my fault, Mr. Uzumaki."

"It's Naruto," he grunted, his warm tongue stroking her bottom lip, "How about you learn my fuckin' name, before you sit on my dick, you cock-thirsty slut? Or is it not important for you to know the name of the man you fuck?"

"I'm sorry, Naruto." she purred, wincing when he smacked her ass in warning. His broad hands caressed her curves. She nearly lost it when he squeezed the soft flesh; made it burn. He was on the brink of tearing her fucking panties off.

"You can apologize by making me cum, sweetheart." he whispered, the beam of his teeth tantalizing and dangerous, "I've had a long day of enduring your stupid teasing."

"How?" she mumbled, face red. The poor girl had no idea what got him going past the edge.

"Figure it out," he drawled nonchalantly, "Or we're staying here, until you're begging me to stop pounding your cunt."

She bit her lip as she studied him. Loosened his tie and undid the first two buttons of his navy blue dress shirt with nimble fingers before carefully pressing her lips to the crook of his neck. Her nails dug into his crisp button-up now; curling around his broad shoulders as she kissed, nibbled and sucked on the sweet spot just beneath his jaw. She could hear his breathing stagger every time she dragged her tongue across the freshly-forming bruise.

"I'm so happy that you're letting me ride you, Professor," she whispered, kissing his earlobe, "After all, your cock is so big, Naruto... You're so much better than the silly boys I usually fuck."

He quickened his pace, his hips jerking against her own. This was it.

She bit back another moan when he wrapped both of his arms around her, pressing her against his heaving chest, "I've always wanted to fuck a man. A proper, strong man that would know how to take care of my pussy. Not some silly, little boys that don't even know how to use their dicks."

"y/n," he warned, his voice hoarse.

She didn't stop, only rolled her hips against his own even harder in order to chase that extra friction they both needed, "They're nothing compared to you, Professor. I'm so lucky." Faster, faster, faster. Fucking faster!

"Nobody could fuck me better than you, Naruto."

The words were his undoing. 

And the warm cum he had spilled within her was her elevation.

The face she made when she came, made him outright gawk at her. This wasn't the last time he'd fuck her. No, because in that exact moment; Naruto had realised that he was going to own her body on every single flat surface of his home, his classroom, his car - his everything.

Because this was fun. He was fun.

Losing themselves, their mouths connected yet again; teeth clashing and spit exchanging as they filled their very souls with muffled moans, curses and pleas. Naruto pressed her against him as her warm, gushy walls milked every last drop from him, tightening around him to the point it hurt. She just clung onto him, cursing him and his entire bloodline underneath her breath.

He could only laugh whilst stroking her hair.

"How's that for mellow, sweetheart?"

[nonotnolan]

SwapBnS: A Weekend Vacation

Many thanks to @soul-controller, @sebastianpickering, @purplepangolin, and @comicnerdftw for allowing me to use their likeness and/or appearance for this work!

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At this point, I don’t remember who discovered the SwapBnS program first. Honestly, it sounded like some sort of weird storytelling frame device, like Cockr or the Chronovac. Also, having to jailbreak your phone just to get the program installed onto your phone? I just assumed it was a virus that you’d have to be either really dumb or really horny to install. But I kept seeing more and more selfie posts using the SwapBnS hashtag, so it was hard for me to just dismiss it outright. The breaking point was when soul-controller posted a selfie on his account.

“Hey guys, I know a lot of you are still really hesitant about using SwapBnS, but I promise it’s the real deal. I mean, look at me. I’m Sebastian right now. I’m spending my weekend enjoying an impromptu Australian vacation while he enjoys some free time in the States. If that doesn’t prove that this program works, then what will? Stop waiting and start enjoying yourself. I know I will!”

Well, that settled it. I set to work getting the program installed on my phone, whistling to myself as I approved all sorts of settings and overrides so that it could work properly. I wasn’t sure how my phone would be able to remove my soul from my body and put it into someone else’s body, let alone do that in such a way that it reversed itself after a set period of time… but it wasn’t like I would be able to understand it even if someone did explain it to me.

The terms and conditions were a huge block of text, which I probably should have at least skimmed before just shrugging my shoulders and clicking okay. What were they going to do, claim my firstborn child? Creating an account was a bit more complicated than I expected, but it was probably for the best. I took a few deep breaths to try and get my growing boner under control– the anticipation of swapping bodies with some other guy was making me beyond horny, but the initial setup was not quick. I had to answer questions about my health, my living situation, my finances… all sorts of things. It made me confirm a home address location, as well as link a PayPal account to my profile so that when I was in someone else’s body, I would only be spending my own money. Of course, it also had me upload a profile photo. Fine by me– I was looking pretty damn cute today, if I do say so myself.

I thought about scrolling through the list of users to try and find a match, but… honestly, I think I liked the idea of someone else finding me instead. There was something exciting about setting up a few parameters and then letting fate decide from there. Maybe they wanted my body specifically, maybe they just wanted to experience California… there would be no way for me to know for sure. The filter settings were actually pretty robust, which was nice to see. I set an age range filter, set the language options to ‘English Only’, and marked myself as ‘hidden’ from anyone who didn’t match those settings. Now, it was time to wait.

Although, waiting might have been a mistake– the anticipation was killing me. Surely the app would be busy on a Saturday afternoon? I tried distracting myself with a book, but I kept checking my phone every few minutes, as if I were somehow going to miss my window of opportunity. Eventually, I just gave up on reading and turned on some music. I was way too anxious to do anything other than lay here and tremble with excitement.

My phone finally dinged to let me know that SwapBnS had sent me a notification– comicnerdftw wanted to swap bodies with me. Kansas? Well, it wasn’t like I was trying to go on a sight-seeing vacation. I just wanted to experience the thrill of being someone else, and he had what I wanted– a nice body, and a really handsome face. He requested a 12 hour duration, which was fine with me. In the comments section he wrote “I live with my boyfriend, but we don’t mind if you play together or separate.” Well, that certainly had potential. I clicked “accept” and was immediately hit with a surge of nausea.

I found myself in a locker room, sitting next to a gym bag. I was still wearing street clothes, and I wasn’t sore or sweaty at all… the guy probably checked his phone prior to starting his workout. I briefly considered skipping the gym, but I was shaking with excitement, and this seemed like as good of a way as any to try and burn off some of that excess energy. And honestly, I kind of wanted to see what this body was capable of.

It was hard not to get distracted by my new body as I changed into my gym clothes, but I wanted to save the grand tour for my post-workout shower. I did a quick tour of the machines– cardio, leg, torso, arms– before calling it a day. I probably could have handled more weight but… getting exercise really wasn’t my main concern here. The far wall was lined with solid mirrors, so I pulled out my phone to take a gym selfie as a souvenir.

The post-workout shower was everything I hoped for. My borrowed manhood was eager to be freed from its fabric confines, and I was more than happy to oblige. It was more slender than what I was used to working with, but it was also longer, and the tip felt more sensitive. I let the water rinse away what little sweat I had worked up while I focused on my cock. I’d practically spent the last half hour edging myself, so it did not take long before I was spraying the shower tiles with my seed.

Now that I was a bit less distracted, it was time to head home. Thankfully, I was able to grab my home address from my Driver’s License. Also, turns out my name was Tyler– that seemed like something that might be useful to know. Finding my car was slightly embarrassing, since I had to use the alarm on my keyless entry to track it down, but… honestly, I was just pleased that I didn’t have to resort to texting Tyler in my body. I didn’t want to interrupt him if I could help it. GPS lead me straight to the apartment complex, and I was able to follow the signs to my unit.

“You’re back early,” said a voice from the living room. The man, presumably Tyler’s boyfriend, stood up from his spot on the sofa so that he could talk to me directly. “Everything alright?”

“I’m fine, just a bit more tired than I had expected,” I said, lying to his face. His very cute face, I had to admit. I could feel my cheeks growing warm as I stared into his eyes. “I didn’t want to push myself too hard and end up with a dumb injury.”

“Yeah, that’s fair,” he said. “What did you want to do for dinner tonight?”

I kicked off my shoes at the door, noticing the pile of sneakers in front of the doorway. I dropped my gym bag on top of my shoes to be dealt with later. “I mean… maybe we could order in chinese and have a movie night?”

He raised his eyebrows at me. “You aren’t feeling well, are you? You’re not even gonna unpack your duffel bag? And I can’t remember the last time you wanted chinese delivery food.”

I shrugged. “What can I say, babe? I’m in a weird mood tonight.”

“No, the real Tyler would never call me ‘babe’,” he said, crossing his arms. “You know what I think? I think Tyler couldn’t wait to come home and use that new body swapping app that he found online. Or maybe he just wanted to surprise me. Either way, I think the man in front of me is not the real Tyler.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his detective skills. Admittedly, the fact that he knew about SwapBnS would have made it that much harder for me to fool him. “Guilty as charged,” I said, with a wry grin. “I’m not the real Tyler. Does that change any of your plans?”

He smiled back, walking across the room and grabbing me by the shoulders. “No changes, just one addition. The thought of a complete stranger inside of my boyfriend’s body is making me incredibly hard.” He leaned in for a kiss, and started grinding his boner against my body. “Bedroom first, food later,” he whispered, letting the heat of his breath tickle my skin.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I said, reaching around to grab his firm ass. Best. Vacation. Ever.