#too many butterflies to tag lol

[heartnosekid]

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butterflies pictured (as far as i can tell, in order): chocolate solider (junonia iphita), postman butterfly (heliconius melpomene), malachite butterfly (siproeta stelenes), blue moon butterfly (hypolimnas bolina), another two malachites, some type of lacewing butterfly (the coloration is throwing me off), another blue moon butterfly, two more malachites, and i think the top butterfly in the last gif is the chocolate solider from the first gif, and the one on their hand looks like another blue moon butterfly. if i got any of these wrong, please let me know!

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every webkinz butterfly/moth as of 2022 :)

[muniimyg]

5: the oblivious // series m.list

note: okok... i'm sorry i have to taint them. i jus think... HE DESERVED THIS !!! ahwuhaksjf srsly i tried so hard to keep this fic pure n fluffy ,,, mebe next time LOL

warnings: jk fingers oc in the library :') ,, dirty talk ,, oc cums !! implied smut thru/out their convo ?? yeah ...

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“Hey, you.”

Before you can turn your head, it’s like your heart already knows who it is. Actually, it’s pretty much a given on who it is. 

Jungkook catches up next to you, snaking his arm around your waist. He pulls you close and kisses the top of your head, followed by a tight hug. He squeezes you until you squeal free from his grip. 

“There’s a kinder way of greeting me that doesn’t involve squeezing my guts out,” you criticize him half-heartedly. "What ever happened to just saying hi?"

He chuckles. “It went down the drain after the first time I kissed you."

“You always wanna kiss me, huh?”

Pretending to be offended, he shoots you a glare. “Now, now… Don’t act like you didn’t come running back for a goodnight kiss—”

“Okay, okay,” you yield. “I get it. Can you—”

Without hesitation, Jungkook takes your tote bag off of your shoulders. Along with your books in your hands, he tilts his head towards the library, assuming that's where you're headed. You nod in response. Like second nature, he offers you his hand.

You take it.

With a smile, he adds, “Let's go. I got it, mi.”

Confused, you tilt your head at him. “Mi?”

He then scrunches his nose at you. “Figure it out.”

You huff but mutter an “okay, fine.” Although, you don't really think about it. You have a feeling you already know what he means.

With that, you continue to walk towards the library. As you do so, Jungkook walks beside you, happier than ever. He smiles brightly when you ask him about his day. To which he replies that it was the same old same old. He states that the only exciting part about today was that he got dismissed early from class because his professor had an appointment. Hence, him being able to catch up to you on time. On Monday's, you're usually at the library by 2PM sharp. He usually joins you at 3PM, making today an hour more special than usual. You laugh, joking that he's too into you. Jungkook doesn't deny it. Poorly, he utters under his breath; “like you wouldn’t do the same…” 

You laugh because you heard it. 

But more than that, you laugh because it’s true. If the tables were turned, you’d be in his position. You’d be the one looking for him. In all honesty, you don't know when that started... But it has and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Jungkook likes the mood right now. It’s a lot like the end-of-spring weather today. It’s playful and sweet. Moments like these are exactly why he gets so many butterflies when he’s around you. Maybe it’s because he finally feels like things are moving forward between you two. Maybe it’s because he feels your effort. Maybe because it’s finally happening. 

You have butterflies too.

They say love is only really made up of two things: choices and timing. With your entire heart, you can't help but feel hopeful that this is that.

This is it.

When you two make it in front of the library, Jungkook holds the door open for you. Happily, you head to your spot only to find it taken. 

“Oh…” you frown. “That’s—”

“Do you want me to ask them to move?” Jungkook suggests. "I can do it."

He says it nonchalantly like it's no big deal.

That's the difference between you and him. For many things, Jungkook's approach is much more confident and not personal. You on the other hand... Would rather eat the wrong order than correct the workers. It's difficult for you to feel like you aren't inconveniencing others. It's easier for you to suck it up and move on.

With wide eyes, you shake your head. “What? No. That spot—”

“It's yours if you want it... I know you want it. I can get it for you." He repeats himself. "Just tell me to, baby. I got it.” 

Your heart is touched by the way he validates your feelings. More than that, your heart is touched by how he understands and protects what matters to you. There's kindness in his actions. There's thoughtfulness and in a way, it makes you wonder just how well he knows your heart. Though it's just a spot in your favourite library; it's also where you feel the most safe. That's all he really wants... To be with you wherever you are the happiest. He wants it so bad. He just wants to sit with you.

When that realization hits, you can't stop it.

Your heart skips a beat.

“It’s… Okay, fine. Y-yeah, it is my favourite spot but it's also whatever," because wherever you are is my new favourite spot. "We can sit somewhere else—”

His eyes light up.

“I know a spot.”

“You do?”

“Mhmm.” Jungkook nods towards the other end of the library. Before you can think twice, he takes your hand and tugs you to follow him.

And so that's what you do.

You hold his hand tightly.

You follow him.

You set your butterflies free.

Jungkook leads you to the corner of the library. It’s a little secluded, bordered by bookshelves, and only lit by one big window. Your usual spot is right in the heart of the library. Where the high ceilings look magnificent at every time of day, and the busy atmosphere motivates you to keep going… This part of the library is sleepier. It’s hidden. It’s a little—

“I-is this where you go to make out with your girls?” you attempt to joke your nervousness away. 

Jungkook grins. “Jealous?”

“Only if it’s true.” 

He shakes his head, completely impressed with how you answer him. It’s times like these where he has no doubt that he likes the wrong girl. This is it. You’re the best match for him. He won’t have anyone else. 

He refuses to. 

Jungkook pulls you down to his lap, and as you settle in, he kisses your neck. Out of reflex, you hesitate when someone walks past you two. They chuckle at you two as if they know the spot... As if they know Jungkook.

You clear your throat and shift away.

Instantly, he notices and sighs. He isn't disappointed or annoyed, he knows you're shy. He knows you need reassurance. He knows to listen to you.

“___, if you think this is some fuckboy move I’m pulling… You’re right. But it’s not my move. It’s Jin’s.” He confesses. “I’ve never made out with a girl in the library. Never felt like it… Like, it’s just so boring and like… The lowest level of an exhibition kink.” 

“What’s the highest?”

Jungkook blanks out. 

“Don’t edge me like that,” he warns you. “Don’t ask if the answer has nothing to do with you and me.”

More than his head and heart, Jungkook feels like his dick might go crazy.

You laugh, as you get up from his lap and sit on the chair beside him. He groans and keeps his hand on your wrist as you move. Jungkook only lets go when you reach over for your bag and begin to unpack. 

He watches you as you prepare your notes in front of him and turn your laptop on. In complete disbelief of the direction of the conversation, he can’t take his eyes off of you. 

It’s like he’s in a trance. He doesn’t know if he’s even blinking. He must be, right? You’re the only thing that he sees. The only thing he can think of lately... And to see you so close to him? It feels surreal.

He’s so lucky. 

He’s so in love.

There’s no other way of putting it.

Over these past few months, you’ve made it incredibly difficult for him to deny his feelings. He can’t even suppress them anymore like the good subconscious fuckboy he is. You have not only captured his heart with your gentleness, but you have him mesmerized with every single part of yourself that you give to him. As time goes by, he isn’t sure how much more he can hold out before a kiss turns into something more or how many words he has left to use before the words “marry me,” escape his lips. It’s just so easy with you.

It’s so easy to feel loved and be in love. 

“Stop staring at me,” you hum as you read through your articles. You don’t even glance at him, but you feel it. You feel the desire to. You should give in… Right? Maybe—

“God, you have no idea how hard I’m trying.” 

You turn to look at him, lips curved into a small smile. “T-try harder… Like me.”

This time, Jungkook is caught off guard. Maybe you aren't as oblivious as he once thought you were.

“What do you mean?” he asks, moving his seat closer to you. You sit back and lean in towards his body. It's as if the work you prepared to focus on has completely lost its significance.

It has.

“I think you’re handsome,” you admit. You say it so gently that it comes off a little timid... Sure nonetheless. “But you don’t see my eyes popping out of my head—”

“You think I’m handsome?” Jungkook chuckles, feeling flattered with the way you're trying so hard to get past this nonchalantly. Nice try, ___. He plans to milk this out as much as possible. “What else?”

You scrunch your nose at him. “A little annoying to be honest. This is my study time, and you’re acting all cute.”

“So you think I’m handsome and cute?”

Rolling your eyes, you push away from him playfully. “I think you know know what you are.”  

Instantly, he hates the distance you put in between you two. You were just close to him… Why move away? He moves closer to you. You giggle as you feel him moving your hair from your neck. Sweetly, he kisses your neck and behind your ear. 

“Just means more coming from you… You know? Makes me happy when you think of me.”

“I always think of you,” you breathe, pushing him away again. He gives you a lazy smile and you squish his lips together into a pout. “Are you done? Stop staring at me. Stop trying to make out with me. Stop—”

“Why?” Jungkook tests you, removing your hands from his face. You’re tongue tied. “___, if you’re in love with me, fess up now. Aren’t we supposed to be doing that honesty thing?”

“That was more for you than it is for me…” you remind him. “Now, get it together or get out.”

“You can’t kick me out of the library. You aren’t the police. If you are, show me your handcuffs.” Jungkook demands. “Plus, this is my spot.”

With an annoyed tone, you sit up and argue back. “You took my spot—”

“Shhh,” he cuts you off by pressing a kiss on your lips. Your lips chase his as he pulls away. You let out a whine and furrow your eyebrows together.

One more, please.

One more kiss.

Jungkook settles back to his seat and takes his books out. Ignoring your pleas, he places his hand on your knee (like he always does) and hushes you one last time; “___, get it together or get out.” 

Jungkook’s hand on your knees somehow made it up your skirt. 

Let’s not talk about it. Instead, let’s just accept that this is what’s happening now.

Even so, you admit that a part of you should have seen this coming… Nevertheless, you aren’t mad that it’s happening. You’d be lying if you never went through your ovulation and didn’t think about Jungkook… Besides, he’s been so good to you. He deserves this!

God, did he deserve this. 

He has wanted this for so long. Aside from being mindlessly in love with you 24/7, he has thought about it. Of course, he has. At the end of the day, his heart can't be the only thing that's in(to) you. He's a nice guy, meaning he’d rather service you first.

Mark his word but the day you and him actually do sleep together and it's you doing things to him...

It will be unforgettable.

It will be incomparable.

It will be everything.

For now, this is it. His hoodie sits on top of your lap as his fingers are up your pussy. You two are still in the library at his spot. Everyone has left to eat dinner. The only ones at the library are the workers and the try-hard students in the main rooms.

Besides… You’re close. 

Really fucking close.

As his fingers pump inside you, you squirm in your chair. Leaning your forehead against his chest, he rests his chin on top of your head and utters; “take it, baby. You can do it. Make me proud.”

“I c-can’t,” you cry, feeling it in your bones at this point. His fingers curl inside you, and you practically jump out of your seat when he adds his thumb to rub onto your clit. 

“Wish it was my mouth,” he whines. “Can I do that next time, baby? Can I suck your cunt? So fucking swollen right now... You thinking of me eating you out, baby? Wanna lick that pussy so bad.. Ahh, fuck.”

“M-mnhmphh,” you moan at the thought. “Kiss me, p-please…”

You tilt your face up and pursed your lips at him. Jungkook lowers his head and kisses you, deep and slow. It’s a contradiction to how he picks up the pace and fucks you with his fingers. You gasp, mouth opening for him. He catches your tongue and sucks on it. 

Pulling away, you grab a handful of his shirt and tug on it. Holding onto it, you pant and feel the tingles in your body intensify.

“That’s it, ___. Clench around my fucking fingers,” he hisses. “Be an angel and cream them, yeah? Fuck my fingers back if you want. I’ll let you.” 

You shake your head. “N-no. You started this, you finish it.”

He grins. “What my girl wants, she gets.” 

He keeps going, fucking you with his fingers. They curl, searching inside your pussy as if there’s something to fucking find. Actually, maybe he’ll find your dignity in there. You must have lost your mind to be fingered in the fucking library!

Your thoughts are cut off when he pulls his fingers out and rubs your folds. You almost cry when you feel him pinch your clit. 

“Jungkook,” you whine, feeling yourself climax. 

“Jungkook,” he mocks, as he feels your upper body collapse against his. 

As you feel yourself cum, you gather the strength to stick up for yourself. “S-shut up.”

He laughs, and kisses the top of your head as he pulls his fingers out. He murmurs between kisses; “Good job, baby… Did so good. Proud of you.”

Your heart flutters as you catch your breath and straighten your posture. With Jungkook’s free hand, he reaches in his bag for the little packet of tissue (that you had packed in there a few days ago because you noticed he had a runny nose) and nonchalantly wipes your mess. 

“Your fingers—”

Jungkook shoves them in his mouth, sucking on your cum. As he cleans them off, you glare at him. 

“Don't—oh my god," you huff. Suddenly, you feel embarrassed about everything that just happened. Jungkook laughs and leans forward. He kisses your cheek, asking if you're okay. You nod and feel yourself beginning to blank out.

"You're nasty."

He cups your face and kisses your lips. “Yeah, yeah... But, baby, I wasn’t the one that came in the library.”

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @bidisasterevankinard @tizniz 💖

more bucktommy the will talk (they're getting there, the conversation went a bit off track lol) - it might be done this week, and then I can focus on the smut, and the buddie fics, and I have a new bucktommy idea inspired by that video of lou barbecuing with his shirt off that I sooo wanna write🙈

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“Well, yeah, of course.” Buck answers easily, his heartbeat speeding up. He’s a little anxious about putting too much pressure, too many expectations out there, but he also knows that even if he did, they’d get back on track, they’d be fine. And besides, Tommy’s smiling, he doesn’t seem freaked out at all. And that’s after Buck brought up children. But if they’re moving forward with their relationship, they need to know what they want out of life. It seems reasonable to have this conversation this early on.

“Good.” he responds, grinning widely. “Now I won't have to stress about your answer when I ask.” he adds, and Buck feels himself blush, butterflies in his stomach going wild. Oh. Oh. This is- this is real. They’re talking about it, and maybe someday soon- he might marry this man. He will marry this man. Tommy wants him forever. Tommy wants him. Tommy wants to marry him and have children with him, and just be with him. Sometimes it’s still so shocking to Buck that someone as great and amazing as Tommy wants him, but he does. Buck’s not sure he remembers the last time he felt this wanted.

“How- how do you know I won’t ask first?” Buck asks, moving his head slightly closer to Tommy, just enough to look into his beautiful blue eyes. It feels surreal, talking about this, when they only dated for a few months, but it also feels… right. It feels like they’re on the right track to get there one day.

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[regretmedaisy]

i can see you - tom riddle x fmc/reader

part II

loosely inspired by "i can see you" by taylor swift.

“I've been watchin' you for ages

And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it”

summary: She had always fancied Tom Riddle. It was an infatuation that bordered on love and obsession, that she had secretly grown and cared for, content with indulging in her fantasies and never bold enough to try and make them become reality.

When she meets him again in her adulthood, dormant longings resurface together with a newfound desire to be the object of his own devotion.

As their paths keep crossing, she starts to think he feels the same.

tags: afab mc, use of female pronouns and no descriptors (i tagged it as x reader because i guess it could be read as such if you use the same pronouns), somewhat period-accurate clothing, courtship (just a little because it's still tom riddle), fmc has a crush on tom, she's a bit anxious, a bit of fluff, explicit sexual desire, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, woman is on top.

please note that mc has a crush on tom, therefore the way she refers to him could sound a bit cheesy and exaggerated. i edited this last night and didn't read it again before posting. i'm sorry for any typos or grammar mistakes i missed.

bear with her in this one, she's a little anxious.

words: 6.7K

you can find part I here, I strongly recommend you read that one first.

this is me crawling out of my hole of shame to post this chapter.

i'm really sorry for this very late update, but the smut chapter is finally here after many days of writing (but still in time for smutober lol).

it's not crazy smut, but i hope it was worth the wait.

Part II: And I could see you up against the wall with me

She tapped her foot, pursing her red lips as she jotted a few numbers down on a parchment. She sighed, taking another folder from the pile on her side and checking if the reports corresponded. 

When Serena, her boss, had showed up that morning with two delivery men in tow, she already knew her day was going to take a detestable turn.

Serena had dropped three boxes full of last year's reports in the office and sprinted out of the door before they could say anything and try to stop her.

Apparently she had hired a cheap accountant to save money and now she had to review everything before the Ministry noticed and demanded an audit. Or rather, Serena had asked her to do it.

She was now holed up in the backroom while Will had taken her place in the main office, since Serena didn’t pay her enough to care about customers and save her from bankruptcy at the same time.

She glanced at the clock, noting that it was almost time for her usual break. She chewed the inside of her cheek and returned to the reports.

She wasn’t in the right mindset to meet Tom.

The day she had gone to see him had been like the calm before the literal storm. In the past week it had rained so heavily that she had had to give up on going out and he hadn’t come to post his letters. What had happened between them had been left unresolved.

She had replayed it so many times in her mind, at night and during idle moments in the office, picturing different ways in which it could have ended, desperately wishing she could indulge in his warm lips again.

The first few days she had fretted about it, but as the week had gone by without a word from him, she had just started to accept it as the normal course of things. Perhaps it had just been an extraordinary event, a moment that wasn’t going to repeat itself and that she needed to find contentment in. Perhaps it was supposed to be one of those memories she was going to return to in twenty years, thinking about everything she could have had, or it will sour in her mind, turning into regret while her lamenting soul grieved the possibilities of youth, the chances she had been too scared to take.

It didn’t matter that she was conscious of the anxious butterflies leading her decisions, she still didn’t want to find out if what she saw in him was just a product of her infatuated imagination.

She immersed herself in numbers, refusing to go down that rabbit hole again.

Fifteen minutes after the end of her break, a customer walked in. A beat of silence followed and then Will said, “She’s in the back.”

She almost jumped out of her seat, her heart rate picking up. She quickly smoothed her hair and sat straighter, crossing her legs.

Tom appeared in the doorway, his arm half raised as if he had wanted to knock. She pretended she had just noticed him.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Hello, Tom.” She gave him a mellow smile.

He was so good-looking, with his perfectly styled curls and black coat in the muted light of the cloudy morning. Her heart fluttered painfully.

He looked hesitant as he made his way to her and handed her a folded magazine. It was the weekly crossword.

“Thank you,” she said, taking it as her gaze met his. The way he was looking at her was so compelling it was impossible for her to divert her eyes.

He had been thinking of her, she realised, he had noticed her absence, perhaps even missed her.

“I hope I’m not disrupting your work.” His gaze trailed to the numerous papers scattered on the table.

“Not at all, a distraction is more than welcome.” The distraction of his presence was most desirable.

He drew closer, reading through them as he casually rested his hand on the back of her chair.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Maths mostly,” she replied, fiddling with the parchments to hide her nervousness.

He reached out over her shoulder to grab a folder but she placed a hand on his arm to stop him.

“I’d rather you didn’t. It’s still work.”

He dropped his arm. “You’re right, I apologise. I don’t wish to put you in an uncomfortable position.”

“It’s fine.”

He stepped to the side, tickling her neck.

“I’ll see you later?” he asked.

She had to stop herself from grinning.

“Of course.” 

She watched him with desirous parted lips as he left. He said goodbye to Will and she heard the door closing. It was only a matter of minutes before Will came to pry.

She grabbed the crossword, flipping through the pages. He had bought her her favourite one.

As she got up to put it next to her bag, a small note fell to the ground. It was a plain piece of parchment. But as she picked it up, ready to throw it on the table with the rest of the documents, words started to appear.

Her breath caught in her throat. She knew to whom that elegant and neat handwriting belonged.

She read the note. Then read it again to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. 

“I hope to see you more often in the future.

You look stunning with that lip colour.

T.R.”

She brought her fingers to her mouth, staring at the words until each swirl of ink etched into her mind, terrified they might disappear.

Instead his message remained there, visible, tangible, real. He had taken time to write her a note, to think about something he knew she’d appreciate.

Something warm diffused in her chest, a new version of a familiar feeling, and a giggle escaped her as she realised the ridiculous effect he had on her. 

She was so engrossed in her reverie that she didn’t notice Will standing in the door until he cleared his throat. 

She quickly hid the message in her purse and  he was so considerate not to comment on it.

“How is it going?” he asked.

“Awfully slowly, these numbers are all over the place,” she huffed, returning to her chair.

He dragged a chair and sat across from her. He started bouncing his knee. “I know you’d prefer not to talk about this, but how are things between you two?”

She stopped twirling her quill. “What do you mean?”

Will shuffled awkwardly in his seat. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for you but I’d hate to see you hurt.”

She tilted her head to the side, disliking the territory the conversation was heading towards.

He was struggling with his words. “He never- I never saw him interested in a girl. I just want to be sure you know what you can expect from him.”

She averted her eyes. “I have considered all the options.”

“And?”

“And I don’t know, Will!” she bursted out. 

Her flare of annoyance suddenly deflated, making room for embarrassment for what he probably saw as naivety.

“I know I’m probably getting ahead of myself.”

“You are smart, I just can’t stand watching you smile at the things he writes to you.”

She feigned offence and threw a balled up paper at him. 

“When you find someone, you’ll be just as ridiculous.”

He laughed and steepled his fingers in front of him. “I’m curious to know, when did it start?”

She scrunched her eyebrows, thinking about how much she wanted to reveal. “I don’t remember exactly. It was more like a sequence of events, until one day I was anxiously waiting for him to sit at his usual spot at breakfast,” she replied with a smile. Will was smiling too.

“You and half of Hogwarts,” he said.

She chuckled. “I miss those years sometimes. Everything was simpler.”

“I used to worry about everything,” he admitted. “But fears always seem so big.”

They really did.

“What do you like about him?” he asked after a beat of silence.

It was her turn to be at a loss of words. “He’s handsome…and always so mysterious. I think I always liked him because it was easy to imagine him being exactly what I wanted.” She looked at him hesitantly, fearing judgement, but he was just listening. “But I think it’s impossible for me to dislike the real him.”

They shared a small moment of closure. She had always wished for someone she could confide in, someone that could help her see beyond the fabrications of her wary heart, and perhaps she had finally found them.

The bell chimed and Will got up. 

“Do you want to come for lunch on Sunday?” she asked.

“I’d love to. I’m sorry for earlier, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

His gaze shifted between the door and her. “Just make sure you both want the same thing.”

He went back, leaving her at the mercy of her insidious brain and foolish heart.

Throughout the afternoon she had opened the note at least three times, giggling like a schoolgirl everytime she read his words.

Her mind kept straying to what he had said.

“I’ll see you later.”

She wasn’t sure what he had actually meant. Was he just going to stop by or was he going to wait for the office to close? She wasn’t even sure she could see him today, since she expected to stay late to solve Serena’s mess. 

Will popped in. “I have to check something at the owlery. I’ll be back in a while.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later.”

The door opened and closed and then she was submerged by stillness. It was soothing almost.

She had found out long ago that she enjoyed being alone, it freed her of any kind of expectation.

She turned up the heating with her wand and took off her jacket. Since they couldn’t light a fireplace in a room full of paper, they had refined a spell that kept the room warm and the humidity away.

It was a few minutes after the usual closing hour that the door opened again. She knew who it was.

He walked in, his cheeks slightly flushed from the cold and his lips reddened. 

“Are you still working?” he asked.

She nodded. “I’m afraid it’ll take a while before I’m free to go.”

“It’s not a problem,” he said, grabbing her crossword and a quill and sitting down on a chair, bending one leg so that his ankle rested on his other knee.

Her face heated as she watched him but she didn’t say anything.

As she returned to her work, she realised that silence was a strange assistant. It felt like every sound was heightened and she was becoming keenly aware of everything that was happening. The scratching of their quill on parchment, paper being flipped as she checked the numbers or he looked for a crossword he liked, his soft breath threatening to pull her close like a magnet, her absentmindedly chipping her nail polish.

She kept throwing glances in his direction and she could feel his eyes on her from time to time.

An unspoken craving was growing between them again. She had waited long enough.

She slowly got up, gathering her reports and stacking them in a neat pile. She then took them and walked over to the shelves, conveniently passing by Riddle in doing so. 

As she stored them, his chair scraped on the ground and she felt him draw closer. She deliberately turned around, meeting his eyes.

His gaze was deep, like he was trying to read every thought that crossed her mind just by looking at her. She wasn’t going to lay them bare for him. 

He raised his hand, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Did you get my message?”

“I did,” she replied, stepping forward and trailing her fingers down his suit jacket, feeling the fabric. “You keep mentioning it but this is the first time I’ve seen you all week.”

“It was storming all week,” he pointed out.

She tilted her head, finding his eyes again. His eagerness was palpable. “Still,” she said.

He grabbed her waist, pressing her body flush against his. “And you still haven’t answered my question.”

She had thought about that moment since then.

“Tell me what you desire the most.”

What could she tell him? That she had been pining for him for so long she couldn’t imagine herself with anyone else? That she was jealous of even thinking about him with someone else? Will’s words played in her mind.

She leaned closer, murmuring against his ear. “Not until I know why you’re here, Tom.”

She left a kiss on his jaw, phantom lips brushing against his flawless skin.

“It’s a really uncomplicated answer,” he said, caressing her back.

“Explain it to me, then.”

Tender amusement tugged at the corners of his lips. “Do you really think I came here because I don’t own an owl?”

His words pulled at her heartstrings with raw delight and her mind went blank. Adrenaline was rushing through her as she listened to her impulses. It was enough, at least for now it was enough.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her hand in his hair, involuntarily tugging at the strands as she leaned closer. She could feel his warm breath as he pulled her in, gripping the silky fabric of her blouse.

She met his lips halfway, the burning touch consuming her as he pressed her against the shelves, one hand lost in her hair, the other splayed around her ribcage. 

She bit his lower lip, smiling as it elicited a groan from him and the kiss became more demanding.

It was a moment frozen in time, where she wanted to stay forever, like the scenery in a snowglobe.

“Hello?”

A man’s voice abruptly pulled them apart. She was breathless as she realised she had forgotten to lock the door. Was this a conspiracy? 

Tom was slightly panting and she left a small kiss on his neck.

“Don’t leave,” she whispered.

She used a finger to fix her smudged lipstick and went to see who had just dared to interrupt them.

There was a man standing in the office.

“We’re closed,” she said.

“But I saw the light on.”

There was a twitch in her jaw. “We are closed to the public. I must ask you to come tomorrow morning.”

He rolled his eyes and she ignored his grumbling as he left, locking the door behind him. When she went back, Tom was leaning against the table.

He turned his head towards her as she languidly got closer. She forgot pleasantries, immediately grabbing his face to kiss him again. He was quick to react, wrapping his arms around her.

His mouth trailed down, kissing her cheek, her jaw and then pressing against her neck, soft lips and the occasional scrape of his teeth. 

He grabbed her waist and spun her around, flattening her back against his chest and brushing her hair away from her neck to bite and lick her skin. His hands travelled down and he started gathering the fabric of her skirt. 

Merlin, it was finally happening. 

He caressed her inner thigh, tracing patterns and snapping the nylon of her stockings as his fingers moved excruciatingly slow.

Finally he pulled her underwear to the side, feeling the wetness between her folds with his fingers as his other hand cupped her breast.

She threw her head back against his shoulder as he stroked her clit, eliciting a sigh out of her, and she grabbed his thigh for support.

“I won’t drop you,” he murmured, amused, against her ear. He rubbed his palm over her clothed breast, the friction causing sparks to jolt through her body.

None of her fantasies came even close to what she was feeling right now.

“Should I trust you?” she asked, biting her lip to suppress a moan as he sunk one finger inside of her, his thumb still applying pressure on her clit.

“Such a great timing to ask me that,” he replied. She felt him smile on her skin.

“We don’t really know each other, Tom.” She dug her fingers into his flesh as he slipped in a second finger and started fingering her, stretching her as pleasure morphed her features. 

“And yet you are letting me do this.” He squeezed her breast, lewd wet sounds filling the room as he kept moving his fingers inside of her. 

She leaned her body weight completely on him, her legs unsteady as it was precarious the beating of her heart. 

He let out a low moan as she yanked his hair to catch his mouth, biting his lip hard to gain better access, their tongues tangling together.

He curled his fingers inside of her, an unrelenting wave of pleasure washing over her.

She stopped to imagine what it would be like if he dropped to his knees again, if he started kissing and licking her, if she could watch him at her mercy between her legs.

She realised in that moment that the fall down the precipice was inevitable. Tom had threatened to push her but she had allowed him to succeed, jumping into an abyss that felt unending but that could only allow two conclusions to her story.

What she had told Will was true. She loved the fantasy, all the glances, conversations, gestures that had never happened, that she had delighted herself with when the reality was harsher, but as she kissed him she knew that falling for the real Tom was unavoidable. Not if he kept touching her like that.

It was bound to happen, it was part of her story, the decision she was brave enough to take.

She focused on him, on the circles his thumb was drawing on her clit, on the indecent sounds falling from her lips, on his groans on her reddened skin, on him growing harder against her back. 

He pulled her hair back, tilting her head to meet her gaze. His eyes glimmered with rapture while hers were heavy-lidded, tension building inside of her. 

He didn’t take his eyes off of her, as if he wanted to memorise each detail of her, the way she looked at him, the way her lips parted slightly and the way she panted as she was nearing her orgasm.

“Just like that, darling,” he murmured, a pleased smile on his lips as he noticed she was still blushing.

She threw her head back, losing herself in the motion of his fingers, surrendering herself as blissed moans spilled out shamelessly. She squeezed his soaked fingers, and he kept moving, stroking her throughout her climax.

She panted, coming down from her apex in a flurry of emotions and flustered thoughts. He raised his wet fingers to her lips and she opened her mouth, tasting herself on her tongue as she sucked on them, never breaking eye contact.

“Good girl,” he said, holding her jaw and kissing her.

It was a slow kiss, meant to explore her depths in a different way from the breathless and unrestrained passion from before. She leaned into his palm, her hand closing around his wrist.

His arms snaked around her waist and he turned them around, pushing under her thighs to lift her on the table.

The kiss transformed again.

Teeth and tongues met with vehemence, burning urgency guiding their movements as he brought her legs around his waist and she quickly started to unbutton her blouse.

But at the third button, she stopped. 

Tom noticed the shift in her demeanour and drew back, observing her. Her eyes flew to the clock, as she had just remembered about Will.

She noticed with disappointment that they had no time.

“What is it?” he asked. She didn’t miss the urgent tone of his question.

“Will will be back any time now,” she replied, leaving a peck on his lips. 

He cleared his throat and stepped back, composing himself. She got off the table and

cool hands unexpectedly reached her again, adjusting her clothes and stockings. She shivered at the contact.

He smoothed her skirt and put his coat back on, watching her as she scribbled something on a piece of paper and gave it to him.

“If you want to stop by one of these days.”

“I remember where you live,” he replied, reading the address she had written down.

She shrugged, holding out one finger to wipe away the lipstick at the corner of his mouth.

“Do you have to go back to work?”

“I was supposed to meet with a potential supplier, so yes.”

“I’d stop by the bathroom before,” she advised, gesturing for him to go as she herself needed to compose herself again.

She braced herself against the threshold, leaning her head on the hard wood as she watched him unlock the door and leave. 

Then she was alone, finally finding an answer in the cluster of hypotheses that had tormented her mind.

Two days later, as she was returning from her meeting with Serena, she found Tom waiting for her.

He was talking to Will and they both turned to her as she entered, feeling tremendously self-conscious.

“How is Serena?” Will asked.

“Dim-witted as always,” she replied, earning a laugh from Will.

Her eyes trailed to Riddle, holding an unspoken question. 

Will seemed to notice because he stepped forwards.

“It’s quite late, you can go if you want, I’ll close.”

Tom didn’t wait for him to repeat himself, pushing down the handle and holding the door open for her.

She mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him and followed Tom outside. Once in the street, she huddled herself in her coat and took the arm he was offering her. 

“May I walk you home?” he asked.

“Of course,” she said, a little breathy, still not immune to the chivalrous manners he always had with her.

They strolled through the streets, passing by scarcer and scarcer people as the stores emptied and everyone returned home seeking a tranquil evening.

She held his arm tightly, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on the fabric of his coat.

The first time they had walked together it had felt like an accident, a singular mistake in the already waved threads of her life. This time, she yearned for so much more than she wanted for the error to repeat itself; she was willing to cut the strings herself and tie them back together, as messy as it might have looked. 

They crossed the road and he gently put a hand on her waist, pushing her away from the pavement. 

“Would you fancy dinner?” he asked. There was a foreign quality in his voice and when she turned to look at him, he averted his eyes. She blinked bewildered. Was he nervous?

“I’d love to,” she replied and she noticed his chest rising like he had just begun breathing again. “But not tonight.”

An almost imperceptible smile cleared his expression at her answer and she leaned her head on his shoulder, basking in his mere presence.

When they reached her front door, she looked for her keys with embarrassingly clammy hands. 

As she lifted her head to ask Tom if he wanted to stay, she found his eyes impatiently boring into her bag. 

“Would you-”

His gaze snapped to her, serious and scorching. “Don’t even ask.”

Something coiled between her legs at the way he was looking at her. She nodded and walked up the few stairs to her door, unlocking it.

“Second floor,” she said, more to fill the silence than anything else.

They stepped into the building, the sound of her heels and the soles of his shoes hitting the stone ricocheting through the empty hall.

She turned to gesture to him to follow her when he grabbed her face, kissing her as he pushed her against the wall by the foot of the stairs. Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging at it just as she suspected he loved by the way he always pressed himself harder against her. 

He curved his palm around her cheek, better angling her face as their tongues met.

“I have a nosy neighbour,” she said after they pulled apart to catch their breath. “She is probably spying on us through her peephole.”

Tom didn’t think twice about it, taking her hand and leading her up to the second floor. She stifled a laugh as she unlocked the door, Tom’s lips skimming against her neck as she did, and was left breathless when he closed it unceremoniously behind them, resuming from where they had been interrupted.

As she dropped her bag and grabbed his waist, walking backwards into her living room, she remembered there were clothes somewhere - perhaps in the bathroom but she wasn’t sure - that she had forgotten to put away yesterday.

In any case, Tom didn’t look particularly interested in how tidy she was.

They quickly took off each other's coats and discarded them on the floor.

He sat on her sofa, pulling her down with him.

She was straddling him, her knees digging into the plush cushions as his hands appreciatively caressed her back, moving up and down and occasionally squeezing. She lit the fireplace with a wave of her hand.

She rocked her hips, rubbing against him and eliciting a long awaited moan from him. She grabbed the collar of his shirt, their lips collading so hard she was sure she cut him.

She helped him out of his jacket and vest and undid his tie, smoothing her hands on his white button-down.

“I’ve waited too long,” she said, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and grinding against him. Her hands disappeared under his undershirt and ran over his pale chest, lightly scratching his skin.

“Slowly, my dear. We will get there,” he replied between kisses.

His palms kept tracing her thighs and his face buried in her neck, nibbling at the thin skin.

When she was a small girl, before she discovered sex, Tom Riddle was just a boy she liked. During puberty, sharing stories and questions with her friends, she started to understand what was the sensation that passed through her everytime she was close to him, the one that made her cheeks redden and her mind go somewhere she wasn’t yet comfortable with.

As an adult, sexual relations weren’t unfamiliar to her, but this carnal longing, the need of a physicality that went beyond her skin touching his, was.

He opened her blouse, revealing her silk slip and bra underneath.

She wanted to touch his soul, to hold it and comprehend it.

Her eyes fell on the tattoo on his forearm, black tendrils of ink in the shape of a serpent slithering out of a skull.

“Does this have a meaning?” she asked.

He followed her gaze, blinking surprised at her question. “It does.”

“Am I prying too much if I say I’m curious to learn it?”

He bit his lip, opening and closing his fist as if he was scrambling for words. Or perhaps he was just determining if he could trust her.

“It’s a reinterpretation of the ouroboros, the snake eating its own tail,” he finally said. “It symbolises eternity and the renewal of the being after rebirth.”

She traced her fingers on his skin, following the outline of the snake. “And what does your interpretation mean?”

“There is time to talk about it later,” he whispered, his teeth biting her neck and sinking lower, kissing her collarbone and her sternum, moving the fabric covering her breasts to the side.

She let go of the subject. She knew what it meant not being comfortable sharing your life.

He held one breast between his fingers, latching his mouth over the other, sucking her nipple and twirling his tongue around it.

She moaned, rolling her hips faster as he revered her bosom, the cold air hitting her moist skin and making her shiver as he took her other nipple in his mouth, lightly tugging at it until she reached the point where pleasure and discomfort mixed.

“Since we are in the mood for confessions…” she said between moans. He raised his head and looked at her waiting for her to continue. She hesitated, collecting all her courage.

“Why did you pursue me?”

His eyes softened, glimmering with fondness. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

“Because there is something extremely valuable in your devotion.” His voice was an intimate murmur, a confession no one else could hear.

She freezed, turning her head to the side to hide her mortification.

He took her chin, searching for her eyes until she finally gave in.

“Don’t be embarrassed, darling, I respect it, I understand it. Obsession keeps us alive, it’s what drives us.”

She swallowed the lump of embarrassment in her throat. “Do you enjoy it?”

“Being the object of the desire of such a woman? Of a witch? I do,” he replied, and he was so direct and earnest that her heart swelled.

He lifted her to sit on the sofa, sliding down on his knees on the floor and taking off his shirt and vest. She remained silent as he rolled down her tights, his lips gliding down her smooth skin. He unbuttoned her skirt and helped her out of it, tracing patterns on her inner thigh as his other hand felt her damp underwear.

She tensed, something tightening in her lower abdomen and her eyes fell down to his trousers.

He kissed the crease of the thigh, like he had done that one time at Borgin and Burkes, but this time she wasn’t letting anyone interrupt them. 

He took off her underwear, his movements deliberately slow, and kissed her everywhere, except there.

His lips felt hot on her skin, searing her flesh like she had often dreamed about, carving his way into her body the same way he had done with her mind and heart, until her entire soul was consumed by him, until he could finally close that fist and feel her in a way nobody had before. 

Her breath hitched as he delicately kissed her mound, spreading her legs apart. She leaned her head against the backrest, licking her lips with anticipation, and she couldn’t contain a whimper as he felt his tongue dragging down her slit, sweet and cruel.

He took her clit in his mouth, sucking on it as his hand splayed on her abdomen to keep her still.

She squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed.

“Look at me, darling,” he murmured against her folds. His breath was warm and pleasant.

She obliged, meeting his devilish grinning figure between her legs. She was incapable of looking away as he resumed his work, she didn’t want to look away. She wanted to watch him, finally allowing herself to fully indulge in him, in what he wished to do for her.

She observed his curved eyelashes, the way his perceptive eyes followed her reactions, refining his movements to please her better.

He sucked her labia and she moaned loudly, the idea of him enjoying this as much as her being exhilarating.

He threw her leg on his shoulder, resulting in her figure sliding down the cushions and him gaining better access to her. 

His tongue probed her entrance as he coated his fingers in her wetness. He slipped one finger in, working her thoroughly as she gripped his hair, keeping his head in place.

He inserted a second finger, his tongue on her clit moving accordingly to the delighted sounds she emitted.

“Tom,” she cried urgently as she tried to press herself harder against him.

He curled his fingers inside of her and her hips jolted upwards, arching her back to an uncomfortable angle as she reached her orgasm with lascivious bliss, her obscene moans matching the wet sounds he produced by licking her until she came down from her climax.

“Tom,” she said again, so breathless her voice was a raspy whisper.

“I know,” he said, kissing her leg and inhaling deeply, like he was trying to commit the moment to memory.

He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean as she let her watch.

She gently pushed him onto the carpet, bracing her hands on his shoulder as she sat on top of him. The fire was burning, enveloping their almost naked figures in warm orange light, heating their already scalding skin.

She took off her blouse with quivery hands, his gaze tracing her naked form that was slowly revealing itself. She hooked her fingers into the straps of her slip, pulling it down and then getting rid of it altogether. His hands on her waist tensed as she did the same for her bra.

Her lips parted as he touched her breast with both hands, kneading the soft flesh, tracing her areolae. 

She undid his trousers, pulling down the fabric until they were both completely naked. She took him in her hand, her fingers closing tentatively around him. Her hand started sliding up and down, her pace getting quicker and more confident as moans escaped him. She brushed her thumb on his tip, her eyes admiring what was in front of her. His lips were swollen, residue of her lipstick still on them, his hair was tousled, curls falling disorderly on his forehead, his eyes heavy-lidded as he looked at her. She felt a rush of satisfaction in knowing his current state was her doing, that she had enough power over him to ruin his flawless exterior, to make him want her to do it. 

His lips caught hers and he gently pushed her hand away. 

What happened after felt like rehearsed choreography, something so familiar it was impossible to forget. Their bodies moved together, their movements responsive to each other, doing and touching exactly where it mattered.

She pushed herself up on her knees, slowly lowering herself until she sank down on him completely, shuddering breaths escaping her lips.

His jaw was tense as she placed a hand on his shoulder for support, positioning herself better.

She didn’t break eye contact as she rolled her hips, soaking in the hazy blue of his eyes, in every twitch of his jaw and emotion he was feeling as she increased her pace, in his voice murmuring her name against her ear as his hands squeezed her tights and traced her back.

Skin slapped against skin, his touch inebriating as he felt every part of her, caressing her, massaging her, kissing her until she couldn’t take it anymore. Almost.

His hand dipped between her legs again, stroking her clit as she rocked her hips, eliciting groans from both of them.

Sentiment and pleasure fused together in an exhilarating moment, seared in her mind and flesh forever.

She kissed him again - she could never get tired of that - and bit his lower lip roughly as his other hand went to her breast again, pulling at her nipple. 

She threw her head back, letting his mouth scrape over her neck and chest, leaving behind scorching wet kisses. Or perhaps those were marks reddening her skin, she didn’t particularly care.

He gripped her waist, thrusting upwards as she held onto him tighter. Her nails drew half-moons into his back and she bit his neck, the fibres of the carpet scratching her knees.

The lights in the flat fluttered momentarily.

His fingers increased the pressure on her clit as his thrusts grew in intensity with one purpose in mind. 

She bit her lip, trying to hold back, to prolong this instant of pure bliss before she inevitably plummeted onto the other side.

She arched her back, moving accordingly to his rhythm, her hips bucking erratic as she rubbed against his pelvis. 

And then she fell down, unrestrained, her walls closing around him as she moaned uncontrollably. He didn’t stop, drawing circles on her sensitive skin until her breath found a semblance of steadiness again. 

“You did so good,” he whispered against her forehead, brushing a strand of sweaty hair away.

She slumped against him, her hands grabbing onto his biceps as he chased his own pleasure, his movements turning frantic, losing his rhythm.

She found herself murmuring against his skin the same things she had never had the courage to say out loud, not even to herself. She wasn’t sure he was even listening to her, engrossed as he was, but it didn’t matter.

He squeezed her tights once and she understood, rolling to the side as he deftly touched himself, fast strokes that culminated in white spurts all over his hand. She watched him mesmerised

He turned to look at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The fire casted shadows on his gorgeous face. 

They stayed like that for a long moment, gazing into each other, trying to guess what the other was thinking, making sense of what remained of themselves after what had just happened.

Did it have the same momentous effect on both of them? Or was it just her that knew she couldn’t go back to being acquaintances after this?

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” she asked. Her voice sounded faint and husky to her own ears.

“I do,” he replied without a second of hesitation.

They didn’t get up, instead resting against the foot of her sofa. She curled up against him as his hand traced indistinct patterns on her skin, remaining in this haze of indiscernible unspoken feelings they were both still trying to find a name for. 

When she woke up the next morning he was gone. As she took in the cold sheets and missing clothes, her heart threatened to crack.

She got up groggily, conclusions already forming in her mind, building the most pessimistic of pictures.

She felt anxious as she wore her robe and opened the door, heading straight for the bathroom. Halfway down the corridor, the sound of someone flipping through a newspaper halted her in her steps.

She stepped into the kitchen, finding Tom sitting in a chair with his legs crossed.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Good morning,” she said back, adjusting the belt of her robe. 

She noticed he had made breakfast, a steaming coffee pot, kept warm by magic, and some pastries she had never bought waiting for her on the table. 

She turned to take a mug from a cabinet so that she could hide her smitten smile. When she closed the cabinet, she found him looking at her.

There was no need for words.

“Where did you get that?” she asked as she poured herself some coffee, referring to the newspaper. 

“I stole it from your neighbour, I hope she won’t mind.”

She laughed. “So you know how to make a joke.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

She sat next to him, crossing her legs. She perhaps needed to rethink her choice of slippers.

“You were always so serious growing up.”

She put a spoonful of sugar in her coffee. 

“That never seemed to deter you.”

“It doesn’t.”

He took a sip of his own coffee. “Good.”

“Does it deter you, knowing how I feel?”

He blinked. “It never had. It makes it more interesting if I have to be honest.”

She blushed, scared to ask the next question.

“How long have you known?”

He got up, brushing his knuckles on her cheek.

“Long enough to see you for who you truly are.” 

He bent to give her a chaste kiss. “I should go, the shop opens in half an hour.”

He put on his coat and grabbed his leather gloves from his pocket. She turned in her chair, treasuring the last few moments of him in her apartment.

“There’s still a lot you haven’t learned yet.” 

She refused to be an open book to him. There was so much about her that was still incomprehensible even to her and too much she wanted to show him on her own terms. She wanted to be enigmatic, to drive him mad.

“I know.”

Her disappointment was visible on her face as she was met with his silence. She had wanted to continue that conversation, to learn what he had observed.

Instead he opened her front door, throwing her one last glance, heavy with unsaid intention she hoped she wasn’t imagining, before leaving. 

She had almost finished her breakfast when she noticed a small note under the newspaper he had left behind. She grabbed it faster than she was willing to admit, almost knocking over her cup in the process, and unfolded it.

“Dinner tonight?

I’ll pick you up at eight.

T.R.”

the last part is a bonus scene i wanted to write to apologize for my tardiness. tom is a little different, but I hope he isn't too out of character.

i honestly had so much fun writing this short story and exploring a different tom from the one i usually read and write about. i hope you enjoyed this and thank you for reading!

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When the Lights Go Out (Koby, Monkey D. Luffy | One Piece)

Series Masterlist

Summary — Luffy keeps his promise and shares you with Koby.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Smut (threesome; semi-public sex because they fuck outside a Marine base; Koby is inexperienced; oral (male receiving, female receiving); degradation; spitting; slapping and spanking; penetration (vaginal, male-receiving anal); lots of cum (creampies, facials)); officially turning my last fic into a one-shot series since people seemed to like it so much, lol!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 3,676. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).

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Koby was cuter than you thought he’d be. His pink hair and shy smile sent butterflies fluttering throughout your stomach. Not to mention, the blush that covered his face when he realized why he was being introduced to you made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Luffy held your hand tightly as Koby led the two of you to a quiet spot just outside the perimeter of the island’s Marine base. It was perfect for what Luffy had planned. He had even brought a blanket to make things a bit more comfortable for the three of you.

As soon as he spread it out on the grassy forest floor, he made quick work of putting this fantasy of his into action. He moved to stand behind you, slowly reaching around to undo the buttons on your shirt until your breasts were finally exposed for him and Koby to admire.

“Isn’t she pretty?” he muttered, layering your neck in open-mouthed kisses.

Koby gulped nervously, suddenly conscious about the way you could probably see the hardened outline of his cock through his pants, “Yeah. She’s just like you said.”

While he had been taking in the sight of you, Luffy had already pulled himself out of his shorts. He breathed heavily against your skin as he began stroking himself. He then tugged at your pants with his free hand as a sign for you to remove them, which you quickly did.

“Wow,” breathed Koby, eyes wide as he admired your bare appearance.

“Looks like you’ve left him speechless,” chuckled Luffy, rubbing a hand over one of your hips. “Why don’t you get his cock out and show him how excited you are to meet him? Go on, suck him off.”

Koby watched carefully as you undid his pants. His cock was practically throbbing in your hand when you removed it from its confines.

A million thoughts ran through his head as he allowed you to work on opening his shirt with your free hand. How many times have you done this for someone? Does Luffy share you very often? Would you care if he came too soon? What if he came inside?

He gasped as you kissed your way down his now exposed chest. His Marine shirt, which was a part of his official uniform, hung loosely off his shoulders.

“Ah!” he moaned, feeling your tongue glide over his length in a long stripe when you finally kneeled before him.

Luffy had come to stand next to you. He grinned at the scene with an excited glimmer in his eyes. He began stroking himself faster, admiring the way you spit onto the head of Koby’s cock.

“Like her?” he chuckled, glancing at his blushing friend.

Koby nodded with a hum. He tensed when you abruptly took him in your mouth, listening to the wet sounds that made their way into the cool midnight air.

It was then that Luffy noticed the way his friend clenched his fists by his sides. Luffy had known that Koby wasn’t very experienced. And being the good friend he is, Luffy wanted to help out.

“Here,” he said, grabbing one of Koby’s wrists. “Try using her hair. You can drag her mouth on and off your cock that way. She likes getting face-fucked.”

As soon as Luffy placed Koby’s hand atop your head, the Marine whimpered and threaded his fingers through your soft locks. His other hand quickly followed suit.

You took Koby to the back of your throat, rubbing your palms against his thighs in an effort to encourage him. With pleasure rushing to his cock, however, he didn’t seem to need it as he shoved you further onto his length with a groan.

Your eyes widened at the unexpected move. You gagged around him as he pressed your nose into his pelvis, now using your hands to seek leverage rather than offer comfort.

Koby whined as he ground himself against you. His mind was nothing but a hazy fog as your throat tried to accommodate him. It was getting hard to breathe with him pushing himself so far down your throat.

Meanwhile, Luffy chuckled, stepping closer to smack the tip of his cock against your face. He stared down at you with an amused grin, listening to your wet gags and sputters.

“Okay, Koby,” he finally whispered, “let her off a second.”

Koby nodded, pulling you off his length as he panted. You immediately gasped for air upon his cock being removed from your throat.

“Went pretty deep, didn’t you?” groaned Luffy, pumping himself faster at the sight of you struggling to breathe. “Gotta let her breathe though.”

Koby nodded in understanding. Then he surprised both you and Luffy by suddenly shoving himself back into your mouth, cutting off your attempts to catch your breath. This time, he followed Luffy’s advice of pulling you back and forth on his cock.

Luffy laughed with sick amusement at this. Koby was yanking you onto his length repeatedly while thrusting at the same time. His balls slapped against your chin. He panted heavily, cock swelling in your throat as he mindlessly fucked your face.

You choked around him, trying your best to breathe through your nose as he pounded deep into your throat. Not even Usopp loves your mouth this much.

Koby had lost the ability to form sentences. Instead, his eyes clenched shut as he whimpered and gasped with every thrust.

“Ah, ah, ah! I’m gonna—! Feel so—! Oh!” he cried, a warm feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. “Luffy, I don’t know—! Ah, ugh!”

Your captain simply chuckled, “You’re about to cum, Koby. Let it all out and we’ll make her swallow. Make her take it. Come on, give it to her. Fill up her mouth.”

With another gasp, Koby nodded. He sank into your throat, trying to force himself as deep as possible. Cum burst out his cock and flooded your mouth. His release only added to your struggle for air. His salty taste covered your tongue and splashed the back of your throat.

He let out a loud cry as his length pulsed against your tongue. His cum, which had been more copious than expected, frothed at the corners of your mouth.

Noticing the way your eyes began to roll back, Luffy stepped in. He pulled you off Koby’s cock, lightly tapping your cheek until you blinked up at him.

“You okay?” he asked, only smiling again when you nodded and opened your mouth to reveal Koby’s release. “Look at that. You’re such a good whore, aren’t you? Show Koby how well you can swallow.”

The sight of you doing so was something else. Koby blushed at the way you drank up his cum without a problem. He smiled at your empty mouth when you opened back up to show him.

And with that image now implanted in his mind, his cock became hard again.

Luffy seized his chance to get some of your attention for himself. His length throbbed with need for his own release. The scene of Koby fucking your throat had brought him to the edge.

He tapped the mushroom-shaped head of his cock against your tongue with a sigh. His orgasm quickly took over as he pumped himself with a rough hand.

Eyes closing, you felt him shoot his load onto your face. Rope after rope of thick, milky white cum sprayed onto your skin. He used his free hand to gather some on his fingertips, scooping his release into your mouth.

“Look at you,” he chuckled. “Usopp would love to see you like this. He loves it when you’re covered in cum. That’s why he fucks your mouth so much, ya know?”

“She’s so pretty,” muttered Koby.

“I know,” smiled Luffy, eyes narrowing down at you. “What do we say?”

Your eyes fluttered to meet Koby’s. The spaced out expression on your cum-soaked face struck something deep within him. Luffy had introduced you as his crew’s ‘whore’ and now Koby could see why. You took everything without complaint.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Luffy smiled again. Koby’s eyes widened as his friend suddenly pried your lips open and spit into your mouth before making you gag on two of his long fingers.

“I told her you’d fill up her pussy,” hummed Luffy. “She’s been dying to have your cock in her. I’m gonna fuck her mouth while you do it. Cum inside as much as you want, I don’t mind.”

You whimpered when Luffy suddenly turned you around and pushed you onto all-fours. He knelt in front of you, already smacking your face with his cock again. His previous release smeared over your skin as he did so.

Glancing up at Koby, he gestured for him to join the two of you on the blanket, “What are you waiting for? Put your cock in. Trust me, she can take it.”

Koby scrambled to kneel behind you just as Luffy shoved himself into your mouth. Your wet entrance was free for him to take, especially now that Luffy had given him all the permission he needed.

Without a second thought, Koby lined up with your entrance and pushed inside. You shrieked around Luffy’s length as Koby gave you no time to adjust, immediately setting a rapid pace.

Koby lost himself in you. His mouth fell open in pleasure at how tight your pussy squeezed him. Pumping into you, he was brought to an unforeseen conclusion.

You may be Luffy’s, but he was all yours.

You couldn’t stop the muffled sounds that escaped you as the two men fucked you from both ends. Luffy panted heavily as he forced the tip of his cock to repeatedly meet the back of your throat. His balls slapped against your chin with each of his rough thrusts.

Koby practically collapsed against you. He hunched over you from behind, wrapped his arms around your hips, and rested his forehead against your spine. He whined and moaned into your warm skin. Deep gasps escaped him while he fucked you as though he were an animal in heat.

His movements were uneven and not at all graceful. He pounded into you with little rhythm as his mind drifted off, unable to focus on anything but the sounds of your soaking entrance.

Luffy didn’t even try to hide his amusement. With his friend losing himself in the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around him, Luffy decided to go harder as well.

He sank deeper into your throat, admiring the way it visibly bulged around him with every one of his thrusts. With one hand yanking harshly at your roots, he used the other to massage his balls.

“This mouth is so good,” he groaned. “You’re being such a good set of holes for us, aren’t you? So perfect for taking our cocks, for taking our cum. Ugh!”

You choked around him as cum suddenly burst out of the tip of his swollen length. He quickly pulled out, eyes sparkling as some of his release dribbled down your chin before you could swallow it.

“Gotta show Koby how to use his cock though, don’t we?” chuckled Luffy, noticing the distant look in Koby’s eyes. “He’s thoughtless, isn’t he? Sloppy and desperate. Let’s fix that.”

He stands and you lose sight of him in a matter of seconds. You can’t stop the surprised yelp that escaped you as you’re suddenly forced completely onto your stomach. Koby, still deep inside you, followed suit.

The entirety of his weight is bearing down on you. With his chest flush against your back, he can’t hold in his whines as he hides his face in your neck.

His hips are pressed against your ass and his cock is still seated deep inside your wet cunt. He proceeds to place his hands on either side of your head, wrapping his fingers in the blanket that lies beneath you.

You’re effectively trapped between Koby’s body and the solid ground, left with nowhere to go as a loud slap echoes through the air. However, you aren’t the recipient.

Instead, Koby squeaks and bucks into your entrance as Luffy palms his ass with a smile. Your captain grasps a handful of Koby’s pink hair before roughly striking him again.

Luffy spanks, pinches, and gropes his friend without a care in the world. And with every slap Koby receives on his blistering ass, you’re forced to take his cock deeper into your dripping entrance.

Koby grinds down against you, searching for more friction and listening to your quiet gasps, until Luffy surprises him once again. He tries to squirm, but it’s no use.

After landing another slap on Koby’s reddened ass, Luffy digs his fingertips into his whiny friend’s soft flesh and roughly spreads him open.

Luffy licked his lips, admiring the way Koby’s hole clenched around nothing at all. He then spoke with an excited grin, “Here’s how this is gonna go. Listen close.”

He spit onto Koby’s entrance before attempting to press a long finger inside. It’s a task that seems impossible with the way the Marine shakes his head and wriggles with a series of groans. It’s not a total loss, however, since it only plunges his throbbing length so deep inside you that his tip reaches your cervix.

“Ah! Koby!” you moaned.

“It’s gonna be a tight fit,” snickered Luffy, “but I’m gonna fuck Koby. I’ll hold his hips too, so whenever I thrust into him, he’ll do the same to you, princess. We’ll teach him how to properly pound your little hole in no time.”

During his explanation, Luffy had extended his arm in order to collect some of his previous release from your face. He slathered it between Koby’s cheeks with a wide grin.

The extra slick made it easier for him to push his finger into Koby’s ass. The Marine groaned directly into your ear, circling his hips in a failed effort to escape the unfamiliar feeling.

Koby sought more leverage, one hand suddenly tangling itself in your hair. You found yourself being officially pinned to the blanket, silently begging Luffy to get on with it before Koby accidentally ground you into dust.

Luffy, just as impatient, quickly added a second finger. His pace left nothing to be desired as he gave Koby another painful slap with his free hand. He then decided to spit on him again, fingers sinking in and out of Koby’s tight ass at an unbelievable pace.

“I thought I only had one toy, but it looks like I’ve gained another tonight,” laughed Luffy. “Listen to those noises!”

Koby whimpered, hips rolling to both move himself inside you and meet the rough movements of Luffy’s hand. Held down against the blanket, you can only gasp with each shift of Koby’s cock as the grip on your hair is tightened.

Luffy pulled his fingers out and spread Koby open once again. He leaned in to lick a long stripe over his friend’s puckered hole before spitting onto it for a little more wetness.

Koby gasped when the head of Luffy’s cock prodded at his entrance. After a few tries, Luffy finally managed to squeeze his tip inside and groaned at the tight fit.

“Your ass is almost as tight as hers,” groaned Luffy, easing himself inside. “I don’t know which one I like better! Might need to let my crew try you out, Koby. I know Zoro would love to try forcing his huge cock into this perfect hole of yours. Only our whore can take him up the ass so far, but I bet you could too if you really tried.”

Luffy shoved himself into Koby in one fluid movement. His thrust made the Marine’s pelvis dig into the plump flesh of your ass. In an instant, you could practically feel Koby in your stomach, his length forced to sink as deep as it could go into your cunt.

Luffy laughed upon realizing he had proven his plan for fucking you by using Koby for himself was plausible, which you weren’t entirely sure was good or bad. He was now in complete control.

“Get ready because I’m gonna pump this ass full,” he huffed, establishing a strong hold on Koby’s trembling hips. “The other Marines are going to wonder why you’re struggling to walk properly after I’m done with you. Let’s see how long the two of you can last like this.”

You could hardly breathe when he began thrusting into Koby, which made the Marine fuck you in turn. No words were able to escape your mouth, only gasps and babbles of indescribable pleasure.

Koby was in a similar predicament. Crammed between the two of you with nowhere to go left him whimpering and squealing into your ear. His sounds only muffled when he hid his face in the crevice of your neck.

Meanwhile, Luffy became focused solely on seeking his own pleasure. He slammed in and out of Koby in a fast, practiced rhythm, completely unlike how the pink-haired man had been fucking you earlier. The two were like night and day.

A million thoughts ran through his mind, mostly fantasies of the three of you being caught by a few Marines, each of whom would hopefully like to have a turn filling both you and Koby.

The very idea made Luffy’s cock twitch. And he decided he’d be happy to share if such a scenario occurred.

He listened to the sounds that escaped both you and Koby. The wet noises of his friend’s cock being mercilessly maneuvered in and out of you made him groan. He could only imagine how you felt with their combined weight pressing you into the ground.

Koby’s skin slapped against yours each time Luffy thrust back into him. With a thick cock pounding into his ass, he could hardly focus on the feeling of your pussy clenching around him.

“You both take it so well,” groaned Luffy. “I’m gonna cum soon. Think you can fill her up for me, Koby? Hm? Promise you’ll put all your cum in her and use her like cum dump we’ve turned her into?”

He only received a series of intelligible whimpers in response, making him shake his head with a grin. He tightened his grip on Koby’s hips and sped up his movements. He forced Koby to slam in and out of you at an almost inhuman speed.

“This is how a slut needs to be fucked,” he panted. “Think you got it now, Koby? Do you know how properly pound her cunt?”

Koby nodded with a moan, “Yes! I can! I’ll fuck her right this time! Ah! Please!”

“Good,” sighed Luffy. “Now you just need to prove it. But first, I’m gonna fill your ass with so much cum. I want you dripping when you go back to your Marine friends—! Oh! Ah! That’s it! Koby!”

You were thankful for the lull in thrusts as Luffy reached yet another orgasm. He pressed himself flush against Koby, who panted and whined against you while allowing Luffy to paint his insides white.

He pulls out and watches his release slowly exit Koby’s clenching hole. Slowly stroking himself, he sits back to enjoy the rest of the show.

Meanwhile, Koby is overwhelmed with the desire to prove himself. He shifted onto his knees and wrapped both hands in your hair, yanking until you were on all-fours once again. This time with a deep arch in your back.

“Watch me, Luffy,” he whined. “Watch me fuck her like you showed me.”

You gasped at the quick, even pace that Koby began thrusting into you with. Your eyes roll back as you’re left with no choice but to feel Koby fuck his length deep into your cunt.

His tip reaches your cervix every time. And the wet, squelching sounds of your entrance only leave him wanting more.

“Ah! Koby, please!” you exclaimed, nearly on the verge of pleasured tears. “Please, wait! It’s too much! Oh! I can’t—!”

Koby shook his head, only going harder, despite your pleas, “Gotta cum in you! I promised! Need to pump your slut self full like you deserve! You’ve gotta take it like Luffy wants you to! You’re his hole, remember? He makes the rules! And right now, he wants your pussy filled with my load!”

Luffy can’t stop himself from laughing. He never expected to have Koby wrapped around his finger like this, fucking you however he wanted him to. It was quite the vision.

“That’s right, Koby!” he grinned. “Come on, it’s time to fill her up! Cum! Leave her dripping for everyone to see when she gets back to the ship! They love to see what her hole looks like after it’s been fucked! Her pussy is ours, use it!”

You couldn’t help but think that Nami would be proud of Luffy for being so mean to you for once in his life.

Koby’s mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back. Deep inside your tight walls, his cock twitched with every spurt of thick, creamy cum he released. His hips were practically bruising your ass with his hard, desperate thrusts.

“So good,” he whined. “So perfect with my cum in you. Fucked you so full, didn’t we?”

He pulled out slowly, cock still twitching between his legs. He admired your wrecked entrance, especially Luffy’s fingers reached out to shove any dribbling cum back into your leaking pussy.

“Think we should make you cum, sunshine?” hummed Luffy. “You’ve been so good at taking our cocks this evening. I think you deserve it.”

“Too much, Luffy,” you whined. “Please. It’s too much.”

“Oh, honey,” he hummed, running a warm palm over your back in an effort to sooth your exhausted body, “it’s adorable that you think we’re done.”

You let out a sob-filled moan when he rolled you onto your back. He and Koby delved into your soaking entrance, leaving you both writhing at the feeling of their long fingers and desperate tongues and with the realization that the night was far from over.

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hi hi 💓 it's me again from the previous drabble ask hehe* but ah !!! i just thought of another prompt for the drabble game (if it's okay ofc).

"she's tiny and you know that". hybrid au with maybe hinting at ot7 but mainly focused on any members of ur choice?

okay okay now i'm done lol. thanks again in advance if possible to do ☺️ !

fireworks and shooting stars:

pairing: ot7 ~ bunny hybrid! jungkook focus x bunny hybrid! reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || poly au || hybrid au ||

summary: bunnies aren't supposed to climb trees, and it seems you and jungkook find that out the hard way.

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: fluff, bunny hybrid! jungkook + bunny hybrid! reader, best boyfriend hoseok, jungkook and the m/c just being two love bunnies

notes: of course it's okay!! sorry you had to wait a little while!!

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Camping had become an annual tradition, where none of you knew the origin. A tradition you’d kept since probably the start of your relationship; maybe before.

A week away during that transition period between summer and autumn, where the sun peeks between clouds of an afternoon, caressing honeyed skin until the night air becomes a little more bitter, where thick blankets are pulled out the back of the car as you all sit with fire-warm toes and plastic cups of hot chocolate and coffee.

Yoongi liked to squat by the fire, turning meat that Jin hands out on paper plates. Taehyung would hop between each of the boys, snagging little pieces of food off their plates when they’d be talking to someone else, or rummaging around the back of the car for marshmallows—you and him playing chubby bunnies in the back seat, only for Namjoon to find the two of you on his scavenge for more firewood.

You and Jungkook always ran off a little further into the fields as the other’s set up base when you first arrive, kicking rocks on the border of the forest, daring wander a little further into the blanket of trees with interlaced fingers. Bunny ears twitching at the rustle of bushes, soft giggles overshadowing natural fear as you chase after a butterfly, your bunny boyfriend hot on your tail.

Your Jungkook had always been a little bit of a daredevil, much to the dismay of your other boyfriends. Because more often than not you’d follow in his footsteps; issue being that your build wasn’t all thick muscle and broad shoulders like he was, a problem when you’d get yourselves into a little bit of trouble.

It had always been like that, always you and Jungkook. Years before you’d expanded your little duo; nights spent huddled around a shitty fire that barely heated up your apartment. A dingy little place that really neither of you could afford with school fees chewing at your feet and bills to pay. The rotting mattress on the floor was far from the burrow you both dreamed of, and decent meals had become few and far.

Even now, with your little family of eight instead of just two, there had always been the unspoken rule that no matter how much you both loved the other six, what the two of you had was always going to be the brightest star in a constellation of many.

And maybe it had become natural instinct to simply follow Jungkook, because you trusted him with your whole life—except when you got stuck in trees too tall for you to hop down from.

“She’s tiny and you know that” Hoseok tuts, watching one of your bunny ears twitch at the sound of his voice, “No more silly dares. Bunnies aren’t meant to hang in trees, how did you expect her to get down?”

“Sorry, hyung” Jungkook frowns, hybrid ears flattening against his skull, sad pout on his pretty lips as he watches your legs dangle from the branch.

Hoseok wasn’t mad, not really. Would have found the whole situation a little bit funny if you weren’t on the verge of tears, “Come on, sweetness. I’ll catch you”

“What if you drop me?” you sniffle, wobbling a little which sets Jungkook into a frenzy; arms raised to catch you if you tip backwards.

“I’d never let you fall, I promise”

“Promise?”

Jungkook’s foot thumps against the grass, “I promise too” he beams, and you frown.

“You’re the one that got me up here” you tell him, no true resentment in your voice. And his nose scrunches up in that way that has your heart pattering against your ribcage, foot following its lead, though no ground to face the impact.

You ease yourself off the branch a little, fingers digging into soggy bark as Hoseok wraps his arms around your legs. Jungkook’s hands hold your hips as you fall a little further into Hobi’s arms, the human gently placing your feet back onto the ground; sleeve of his sweater patting your damp cheeks.

“Come on now, Jimin wants to do some fireworks before dinner” Hoseok’s fingers skim over the base of your bunny ears.

You and Jungkook fall in step behind Hoseok, pinkies curled together in the pocket of Jungkook’s hoodie.

His body gravitates a little closer to yours, bicep nudging your shoulder, “Sorry for getting you stuck”

You snigger, “It’s fine, I liked sitting up there with you. It’s just getting down is scary” you admit, “I’m not mad if that’s what you’re worried about”

“Swear?”

You hum, “Swear” you slip you pinkie from his, instead choosing to lace your fingers together. Jungkook bites his lip, a lame attempt to cover his smile.

“Come on, you two!” Jin calls the both of you over as Hoseok sits back down, “We’re doing fireworks”

You tug Jungkook to sit with you on the hood of the car, “Bunny?” he murmurs, both of you watching Jimin stick a firework into the ground.

You make a noise in the back of your throat, letting him know you’re listening, head falling onto his shoulder.

“Thank you”

You perk up at that, “What for?” you tuck his hair behind his ear.

“Just being here, I guess” he shrugs, “I was thinking…”

“Yeah?” you urge him, the both of you flinching at the initial pop of the fireworks.

“You have so many people that love you now, maybe love you the right way and you just—and somehow you’re still with me”

You cup his cheek, “You love me the right way”

Jungkook shakes his head, gesturing to the other guys as they laugh at Jimin running from the next set of fireworks he sets alight, “I’m not perfect like them”

“I’m not perfect, neither are they” you smile, “No one is. But please, always remember that no matter how many people love the both of us in this life, no matter what happens it will always be me and you. Okay? Not saying that anything will—but on the tiny chance it doesn’t work out with them, we’ll always have one another, I don’t see a future without you Kook, so please don’t bring yourself down when you’ve done a pretty good job at loving me so far”

Jungkook nods, and you wonder if the tears that balance on his waterline will glaze his cheeks, “I really love you” he confesses, and you wet your bottom lip.

“I’m in love with you” you say and Jungkook laughs.

“I’m very much in love with you too” he holds both your cheeks, hybrid ears twitching at the bang.

The fireworks look like shiny specks of stardust in his eyes before both of you are leaning in for a kiss; sweet and soft, nothing rushed because you had a lifetime to explore one another, forever to stay side by side.

Delicate fingertips brush over pink cheeks, a million unspoken words left unsaid, mutual understanding weaving into both your hearts as you mould yourselves into one another—both knowing that what you had was as pretty as fireworks and shooting stars and other fascinating things that light up dark skies on gloomy nights.

You loved the others, truly you did, but Jungkook would always hold a special place in your heart; forever imbedded into your very being.

🌟 thank you for reading!! feedback is always welcome

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[gyunglitter]

➷ 01 ➷

-“oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn’t real -– cupid is so dumb”

or

unlike you, your brother’s best friend just doesn’t know when to quit

word count: 1,766

warnings: probably just the reader making you cringe lol, give her a break--she's 11 lmao

tags: brother’s-best-friend!beomgyu x reader, ??? to ???, angst, fluff(??), beomgyu is the cool boy-next-door, reader is an independent girlboss (or trying to be, at least), beomgyu’s gonna be GROVELING, simp!gyu, pathetic pining from both sides lol, maybe some cringe from reader (she was a teenage girl in love, have some empathy plz😭)

notes: LMAO SORRY TO POST KINDA LATE, I FORGOT I PROMISED TODAY HAHAHAHA

another short chapter, but i promise the next couple of chapters are a lot longer! enjoy mini reader, beomgyu, and soobin tho :)

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Ten Years Ago

If there was one thing your family agreed on, it was that Soobin was the shyest person around.

You and Soobin were very close, having a lot of the same interests and mannerisms. You didn’t disagree on many things (yet), but there were only a handful of differences between you two. You were eleven years old, making your older brother thirteen, and about to go into his final year of middle school. But the main thing that had set you both apart was that while you had many friends, Soobin had absolutely no one. He was a very sweet and funny kid, but he was too shy for his own good, unintentionally pushing the majority of the people his age away.

You had hoped your brother would make some friends during his seventh year, but had little to no luck; apparently, the Bunny Girl Senpai Fanclub wasn’t taking many applicants and the Pokemon Card Collectors Club was a bunch of gatekeepers. Middle school boys.

“What if I just faked being sick?”

Soobin held his head in his hands as he was waiting for his pop tarts in the toaster. You sat on the counter across from him, shoving down a bowl of Frosted Flakes. You didn’t have to leave for another hour when your mom would drive you to the primary school a few blocks away. Soobin, on the other hand, was supposed to set off for his first day of eighth grade soon, but was stalling as much as he could before he had to start walking over. 

You snorted, “For the whole year? Fat chance of that happening, you’re the worst liar.”

Your brother lifted his head and glared at you, before sighing loudly and crying, “I hate school, it’s filled with people who are scary and take your rare Charizard card!”

You opened your mouth to reply, but were interrupted by your house’s doorbell ringing. You looked towards the front door and turned back to Soobin expectantly. But your brother wasn’t paying any attention. To your (un)amusement, he was still sulking about, well, just about everything. Like you said, middle school boys.

Shaking your head, you hopped off of the counter (carefully, as your dad had shown you) and walked over to the front door.You figured it was one of your neighbors or the mailman. You usually weren’t allowed to open the door yourself, but that completely escaped your mind when you opened the door and were faced with an unfamiliar boy.

A cute, unfamiliar boy.

You mentally thanked your mom for braiding your hair in two with your favorite butterfly clips now.

“Hi,” you said, a small grin taking over your face. “I’m Y/n!”

The boy looked at you and smiled back. “Hey, Y/n, your mom or dad home?”

You nodded your head. “They are, but they’re running around getting ready. I can definitely help you though!” What can you say, you were a confident kid.

“I don’t know, you might be a bit too little,” he teased you, making you scoff.

“Little? I’ll have you know, I can deal with anything, even crazy!”

He laughed a little at that and then said, “Of course! I’m sure you’re super responsible at the age of..?”

“Eleven,” you bragged, tucking a stray hair back into one of your butterfly clips.

The boy nodded in deep understanding and said, “Well, little Y/n, I’m Beomgyu. I just moved here and my mom told me you guys had someone my age here too! I figured we could walk to school together,” he said, rubbing the back of his head.

Your eyes widened at that, a warm feeling taking over your stomach. 

The boy was cute, duh. But his easy offer of friendship, something your brother had struggled to find, made you know that this Beomgyu had a kindness to him that not many his age did–according to Soobin.

Your grin widened at the boy in front of you, nodding your head eagerly. “Just give me a sec,” you squealed, excited for your brother. “OPPA! YOU’RE FINALLY GONNA MAKE A FRIEND!”

Years later, you look back and remember the loud laugh Beomgyu had let out at your call, his excitement outweighing the awkwardness Soobin exhibited when he appeared at your doorway with a pop tart hanging from his mouth.

You look back and remember Beomgyu easily befriending Soobin with his wide smiles, animated hand gestures, and cool stories about his new pet bird. The way he eased your brother’s nerves and got him laughing, already offering to share the other pop tart in his pack.

You look back and cringe sometimes at the confidence those lame butterfly clips gave you. But you take it back when you would remember Beomgyu, with an arm around Soobin’s shoulder, had turned around while the two boys were about to take off for school, saying in a singsong tone, “Nice to meet you, little Y/n, love the butterfly clips, by the way!”

But most of all, you remember the way your cheeks flushed. The way he made you feel like you were cute too. Like you were special. You remember how that was the first of many times he would fluster you with his compliments. 

You were only eleven, but at that moment you would look back and remember how this is where you became a fool–a fool for love.

“You look really good,” he whispered to you.

It took everything in you to not show how much he affected you. Unlike the many instances before though, you actually succeeded this time around. Your focused gaze on your brother and father’s random discussion about his anime watching habits kept your eyes from widening, and your well placed makeup did a good job of hiding the flush that desperately wanted to highlight your neck and cheeks. It bothered you very much how Choi Beomgyu could still get under your skin.

“Thanks,” you replied shortly, not letting your eyes leave their spot on Soobin. 

–Your brother was whining about how there was no harm in watching anime when he already got his work done for the day–

Despite your subtle avoidance of him, you knew it wasn’t reciprocated by the way his breaths brushed against your ear. The way his eyes were on you, you could feel them as if they were burning you. It felt like he was truly drinking you in after so many years of not getting a single glimpse of you. But that was all you would allow him.

“I, uh, it’s nice to see you again. It’s been a while,” he continued, trying to catch your attention.

You hummed disinterestedly. 

–Your father had taken to pointing out Soobin’s body pillows, to which he groaned loudly, claiming that was actually Beomgyu’s gag gift to make him look sus–

But Beomgyu was not deterred.

“Congrats on, well, everything from the past four years! I know college can be pretty crazy!”

You winced a little at that, remembering how your mom told you Beomgyu had actually dropped out of college about three months after you left for school. Despite Beomgyu doing amazing in school when you were still around–there was talk of him possibly graduating at the top of your class–he practically tanked his classes the following fall semester. 

“But of course, if there was anyone who could deal with crazy, it would be our little Y/n, huh,” he laughed a little–that same damn laugh he had when you first met. “I mean, you are pretty amazing—”

You weren’t sure what he had gotten up to after you left, but you weren’t interested in hearing anything. Not about him, his future, and definitely not about how amazing he thought you were.

“Wow dad, this shrimp tastes great!” You shouted your false gratitude, successfully interrupting Beomgyu and the argument between your brother and father.

All the chatter stopped for a second, before your dad grinned at you. “Thanks, bean, make sure to grab some more then! You’re looking too skinny, anyways, are you sure you ate enough out there,” he asked, wiping his hands on the front of his apron.

You laughed and nodded, both at your dad’s question and Soobin's grateful stare for changing the topic. Eventually, your mother started another conversation about how Soobin’s friends from school were doing.

“I thought you didn’t like seafood,” Beomgyu muttered to you when he got the chance.

For the first time that evening, you looked back at him.

You realized, with a painful squeeze in your chest, that Beomgyu had grown past the stage of cuteness that you had adored when you were younger, and in your absence, became beautiful. Sure, his puppy dog eyes stayed the same, holding that familiar kindness and curiosity as before. But now, his face lost its round edges and became chiseled, looking as if his features were carved by Aphrodite, herself. His hair was dyed brown and had grown out a little into what was beginning to look like a mullet, giving off a boyish look that his typically mischievous expressions matched easily. Not only that, but he looked like he’d really grown into himself, physically and mentally. Granted, he wasn’t in the best place when you had left four years ago, but the way he carried himself was refreshing. Attractive. Him.

“I didn’t, but I do now.” You took another bite of the shrimp on your plate. “I mean, it’s been a long four years. The things I liked before changed quite a bit while I was gone. ”

You watched Beomgyu’s face fall a bit at that, his puppy dog eyes becoming downcast as he looked towards his own plate of chicken. There wasn’t much on his plate to begin with, but it seemed he wasn’t going to be eating any more after that.

“Yeah, I guess they would after so long,” Beomgyu whispered, pushing his food around with his chopsticks. 

You turned back to your own food to try and get your mind off of him, but he stopped you with his next words.

“If it changes anything, so have mine.”

This time, you couldn’t stop your eyes from widening. You turned towards Beomgyu, to see him looking at you with what you could only assume was guilt.

“I just wish they had done so earlier.”

–> next <–

[daisyful-gvf]

i’d be home with you // by daisyful

18+

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pairings: jake x reader

tags: bf!jake, a mild amount of what i would consider hurt/comfort, sweet sex, oral sex (f receiving), ummm, so many pet names i apologize it’s kinda excessive lol

word count: 2.2k

summary: jake comes home from a few weeks on the road and i’m sure you can guess what happens after that 😌

notes: title is from ‘in a week’ by hozier 💘

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“Angel,”

The name carried through the house as the door latched, and your head turned so fast it almost hurt.

“Babe,” you sighed back, scrambling off the couch to greet him.

He was beaming, despite the tired hollows under his eyes.

“Hey, sweet girl,” he murmured, dropping his bag and suitcase handle, letting it all smack the ground with disregard, as you fell into his arms.

It was like this every time you went without him and then rejoined; warm, full of butterflies, like all the tension in your muscles drained.

After burying your head in his hair and letting him hug you so tight you couldn’t breathe, you pulled back to kiss him hard.

He exhaled into you, breath warm, his lips cold from the December air but steadily adjusting to yours.

He kissed you again, then again, until it devolved into something needy and sloppy. He backed you up against the kitchen counter, and you hissed at the cold marble against your back, only veiled by a thin t-shirt.

Laughing at your reaction, he pressed his hips into yours and licked into your mouth.

“Jake,” you sighed into him, feeling your cheeks heat, your thighs clench.

“Mm, yeah?” he grinned against you, “My girl need me?”

You nodded, moving to kiss his neck, “Missed you so much,”

“Oh, but I missed you more,” he murmured, head tipping back to let you lick at the skin, “Missed you in every way,”

You whimpered, pulling him back down by his chin to kiss you again. He nearly growled, finally losing some of his composure.

“Come here,” he breathed, gripping your ass and lifting you against him. He carried you down the familiar path to the bedroom, leaving the lights off, before laying you on the bed.

The room was only lit by the overflowing glow of the living room lamp through the doorway. The silhouette of him taking his shirt off and the sound of his belt undoing made you bite back a moan.

You reached for the hem of your shirt, prepared to yank it over your head, but he stopped you:

“No, let me,” he said, leaning over you. His pants were on but undone, and you had to resist the urge to reach for him.

Gently, he pulled the shirt over your head.

“I missed you so fucking bad,” his hands darted to your pants, yanking them and your underwear down in a swift motion.

“Please,” you found yourself whimpering, “I need you,”

“Mm, need you, angel,”

There was no point in the back and forth, you both felt the same way and you knew it, but there was some sort of way that it added to the desperation that made it worth saying aloud.

His fingers descended between your legs as he crawled over you on the bed, and the broken moan that fell from you couldn’t have been stifled if you tried.

“Yeah?” he teased. You could hear his smirk, “You miss my fingers?”

You nodded though he likely could hardly see it in the dim lighting.

The two fingers slipped inside easily, and he groaned softly at the feeling.

You canted your hips into it, silently pleading him to keep going.

He was breathing next to your ear, cheek pressed to yours. Pathetic moans fell from you.

“Let me hear you, angel. Missed your pretty voice,”

“Fuck, Jake,” you were writhing, because while the fingers were filling you perfectly, you missed him far too much, you just wanted him.

“What, angel?” he kissed your jaw, your neck.

“More,” you breathed, “Please, I missed you.”

“Mm,” he licked at your neck, down to your collarbone, fucking his fingers into you quickly, “Beg for it,” he murmured into your skin, “Tell me how bad you missed me.”

“Jake…,” your voice was shaky, both from the way his fingers were working, and because you didn’t know how to redirect his request.

You didn’t want to beg—not after the week you’d had, and not after you already felt like he was barely yours.

It wasn’t true; he was so entirely yours, but it didn’t always feel that way when he was gone for so long, playing shows for strangers. You didn’t want the harsh reminder that you were desperate for him.

But oh, how to say that in a way that wouldn’t ruin the moment…

“Go on,” he was grinning against your skin, voice rumbling, nibbling here and there at your chest, “Beg, angel, let me hear your pretty voice beg for me inside you,”

“Jake, I…”

“Feeling spoiled, mm?” he skirted his teeth over your nipple, “Come on, if you want it so bad then use your words,”

“Jake,” you felt tears stinging in your eyes, and you wished so desperately that his fingers were not in you anymore, and that this wasn’t happening—that he could have just came home and loved on you, and that you weren’t being like this, that you could just play along with his little game—

“Angel?” His voice was back to normal, “Hey,” his withdrew his fingers and wiped them on the sheets, bringing a hand to hold your cheek.

“Hey,” he repeated softly as you fell silent, “Talk to me, what happened?”

“I…” your voice cracked, “I just…”

“It’s okay,” he reassured, laying between your legs and grabbing your hand gently with his free one. The weight of his body on your legs was grounding.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he breathed, kissing the palm of your hand.

“I don’t wanna beg,” you said in a voice so small it was embarassing, “I fucking missed you, Jake. I just want you, I don’t…” you took a shaky breath but he didn’t interrupt, “I don’t want to beg, not right now,”

His eyes softened so noticeably that you wanted to cry.

“My angel,” he kissed your stomach, “You don’t have to beg,” his voice was calming, “You don’t have to beg at all. That’s just for fun, it’s not—“ he took a breath, “You have me, I’m yours. You never have to beg for me, I’m yours.”

Small tears fell from your eyes even though you felt much calmer now. You nodded gently.

“Okay, sweet girl?” He reached up to stroke your hair, “I need you to know that. I only asked ‘cause it’s hot to hear you do it. I’ll give you whatever you want whenever you want, always,”

His hand cradled your cheek and you nuzzled into it, nodding again.

“Okay,” he whispered, kissing your stomach again, “Wanna cuddle?”

You shook your head without another thought, “No, I want…I want you,”

“We don’t have to—“

“No, Jake, I really…,” you sighed, feeling a tinge of frustration with the situation.

“Okay, angel,” he nodded at you, lifting his torso to lean over you, kissing you slow, “I understand. Let me take care of my girl,”

You sighed against his mouth, lifting your head up to kiss him again. He hummed.

“Can I go down on you?” He breathed, “For just a second? Then I’ll fuck you, sweetheart. Just wanna taste you,”

You whined, suddenly right back in it.

“Yeah,” you whimpered.

He nodded, moving down to suck on your nipple. Your back arched up into him as you gasped.

His other hand trailed down between your legs, teasing at your inner thighs.

“My angel,” he groaned, slipping two fingers back into you. You sighed and let your head fall back for a moment, “My beautiful fucking angel. I missed you, baby.”

You nodded, biting your lip and watching him descend. He placed a soft kiss to your clit before licking gently.

His name left your lips in a shaky breath, and he hummed into you, brows furrowed in concentration, tongue working slowly, savoring it.

“Wanna cum once like this?” He peered up at you.

You licked your lip and submitted to the warmth in your belly, nodding at his question.

“Yeah you do,” he breathed, “Lemme make you cum. Bet you miss that, huh? My poor girl has had to do it herself for too many days,”

Your eyes rolled back as his fingers worked expertly in you. A soft, “please,” escaped you.

“I will, angel, you just relax and enjoy it,”

You sighed, melting into the bed as he lapped and licked. He was groaning and whimpering, which only made your stomach hotter.

After a very short time, the combination of him pressing his fingers just perfectly and the slick warmth of his tongue rolling over you sent you over the precipice, tumbling into a much awaited bliss.

He groaned loud when your thighs squeezed around him, and his free hand clutched your hip with desperation.

After letting you come down, he was biting kisses up your body, murmuring curses.

“So hot,” he said, breathless, lips locking onto your neck near your shoulder, “You’re so perfect, fuck,”

You whined, fingers clawing at the warm skin of his back, “Please, Jake,” you breathed.

Reaching down between your bodies, you slipped a finger under the hem of his boxers and pushed down, allowing you to grip him. An uncharacteristically needy moan spilled from him as his head dropped onto your shoulder.

“Fuck,” he bit out, “Missed that,”

You hummed in understanding and stroked him gently.

“You like that?” you murmured, enjoying his wanton reaction.

He pulled his head back up to look at you and nodded, his jaw slack, hips pushing up into your hand.

“Then let’s just do this for a second,” you grinned.

He nodded again, leaning down to kiss you, a moan breaking past his lips as soon as they met yours.

You enjoyed the warmth of him in your palm, and his subtle whimpers against your mouth. He let you touch him for several moments, which only made the need for him stronger.

“Jake,” you managed, “Please, can we just…”

“Yeah, yeah,” he kissed your cheek, “Of course, angel,”

He pulled off of you and stood at the end of the bed to rid himself fully of his jeans. Quickly, though, he was right back on top of you.

“Is this okay?” he murmured, rubbing himself against you, his face over yours, “Wanna be close to you.”

“S’perfect,” you whispered, focusing nearly entirely on the teasing feeling of him against you. “C’mon, babe,” you urged, “want you inside,”

He nodded, pulling you into a deep kiss and easing gently into you. All of the air pushed from your lungs at the full feeling that you’d missed so much. Like this, you felt whole.

“Oh,” he rasped out, “God, I missed you,”

You nodded, just whimpering, overwhelmed at the feeling of him. His hair hung in your face, and oddly enough, that is what made you feel at home.

You smiled in a blissed out way as he began to draw himself out and then back in, working up a steady pace.

His skin was hot against yours, his cheek pressed to yours, his warm breath near your ear. The closeness was everything you needed.

“Fuck, babe,” he spoke in a low, tempting voice, “You feel so good. Warm and soft and wet for me,”

You gasped, and your cheeks heated.

He licked at your neck as he fucked you, nipping at the skin occasionally. He pinned one of your hands above your head, and the other held your face. Your free hand hugged his side, palming the soft skin.

“My angel,” he breathed, “You’ll never know how much I miss you when I’m away. Love how close we feel like this, almost makes up for it.”

You were just along for the ride, listening to him, taking him in, breathing in the smell of his cologne and deodorant and sweat.

“Never wanna stop fucking you,” he kissed at your jaw, “Never wanna stop kissing you,”

You whimpered as he brought his mouth to you in a heated kiss. The both of you could hardly breathe, but that didn’t matter at all. He finally felt so close, so much like yours.

“How’s it feel, sweetheart?” he murmured against your mouth, “Feel good?”

“Yeah,” you said in a broken groan, “Yes, please keep—just please—“

“I will,” he kissed you again, “I will, baby. Cum for me when you’re ready.”

“Jake,”

You nearly sobbed out the name, all at once desperate for him and beside yourself with how much you adored him.

“I know, sweetheart. I know. Missed you so much, but I’m here now. Let go for me, babe.”

So you did, jaw slack and eyes rolling back so hard you couldn’t tell if they were open or shut. With a mantra of his name, you came harder than you had in weeks. Your cheeks flushed as it washed over you.

“So perfect,” he breathed, “I’m—oh—“

“Please, please, please,” fell from you in a chanted whisper, as suddenly you needed him so badly you could hardly stand it.

He nodded and rutted his hips into you a final time as he came undone, mouth parted gently and sweat beading on his forehead. He rested against your shoulder as he came down.

“Mmm,” he hummed, “Don’t wanna get up.”

“Then don’t,” you kissed his hair, “We’ll shower and change the sheets in the morning,”

“That’s a good fucking idea, babe,” he laughed softly as he pulled out of you carefully and laid between your legs, his arms reaching up to grab your torso, his head laid on your stomach as if it were a down pillow.

“Missed you so much,” you whispered, toying with his hair. He looked up at you with loving eyes.

“I’ll always miss you more, angel. And I'll always come home to you.”

fin.

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[sims4bradshaw]

Presenting: Warlltwork™ - Bradshaw Interior Furnishings Co.'s newest production!

download + more pics under the cut like always :D

Made some artwork bcus I feel like no matter what, I never have enough! They're recolors of the butterfly wall art cus I've always loved that item. Hope you enjoy!!! PLZ Lmk if you have any issues! Also ik the name is sorta silly .... but what are sims items names if not a little silly 🖼️

INFO + PREVIEWS: I split this up into three different parts, so there are 3 different files.

The first part is geared more towards illustrations and stuff like that. It has 13 designs and 39 swatches total. The second one is fabric art. It has 15 designs and 45 swatches total. The third is photographs, it has 17 designs and 51 swatches total! The reason I split them up is because it's too many swatches lol. They all cost 65!!!

DOWNLOADS: ZIP DOWNLOAD (DROPBOX) - zip file with all three parts PSD DOWNLOAD (DROPBOX) - a photoshop file with the frame colors and set up so you can make your own! like i said, this is just a recolor of the basegame butterfly wall art but if you don't wanna make it plain and all that u can just use my template. If you do use it and end up posting it I'd love a tag <3 but no pressure. PATREON

ARTWORK ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Peach artwork by Allec Gonzales on Unsplash Girl with Cat by Zedekiah Belknap (public domain/via wikimedia commons) archive.org stock image CD-roms flyn-hawn on eBay (flower embroidery) common threads on eBay/crewell (hot air balloon)

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[mushroomly]

Butterflies

Synopsis: every time Shinobu looks at you, one of the workers at the Butterfly Estate, you get butterflies…but little do you know, she does as well!

a/n: just a little treat while I wait for the poll for Stressed Out to finish (update: comparatively it’s not so little when looking at other fics I’ve written; I think the beginning is almost as long as some of them lol) Tagging: @kyojurismo, @ahashiraswife (figured you’d want to see this from your interest in what I shared)

Tws: none

she/her pronouns 1.2k words

—————————————————————————————————— The insect Hashira had, though she tried to deny it to both herself and others, developed a crush on her fellow nurse. Shinobu would often catch herself staring at the woman, not realizing why. What about (name) was so distracting?

That’s what she keeps asking herself, hoping desperately that these foreign feelings would simply fade in time—which, of course, they didn’t.

(Name) had also found herself falling for the beautiful woman whom she had the good luck to work alongside…although, to her, it seemed rather unlucky, for Shinobu was so close to her, yet so out of reach.

Shinobu was also painfully unaware that her feelings were reciprocated within (Name); for someone so observant, she could be quite oblivious at times. Ah, the challenges of love.

It had become quite apparent to anyone who had ever seen the two interact that they liked each other; in fact, they had each been asked on at least one occasion if they were together.

Both had vehemently denied such assumptions, Shinobu trying to mask her blush while (Name) fought down the growing heat in her face and butterflies in her stomach.

Later, upon reflection, (name) thought about how unwittingly cruel such accusations were, for instilling fantasies of a life together within her head. Shinobu simply kept her head up and went back to work with a smile, forcing down such thoughts in her typical fashion.

Fortunately, while fate hadn’t favored Shinobu, it finally decided to put the odds in her favor.

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Lately, Shinobu had become more and more certain that she had a crush on (name). Or, rather, had fallen in love with her. She was eighteen; “crush” was far too young and shallow a word to describe such feelings of attraction.

Shinobu has often found herself unable to sleep, thoughts of her and (name) living happily ever after running rampant in her head; not that she would ever complain. Such thoughts were a much more pleasant alternative to the typical thoughts that plagued her many a sleepless night, or day, depending on when her work would allow time for rest.

What was it about her that attracted Shinobu so? Her looks? Certainly not lacking, but there was a certain…aura around (Name) that she couldn’t quite place. The closest Shinobu could ever come to describing it was warm, comforting, and accepting. Such a contrast to Shinobu’s boiling rage, hidden neatly under a mask of calm happiness. Shinobu was not fool enough to think her affections would be returned, so she just hid them, as she did with all feelings she wished to remain secret. Mask up, smile on, happy, happy, happy.

Or was she?

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(Name) couldn’t stop thinking about Shinobu. She let out the sigh of someone so tired, yet not quite finished doing…what? Trying to win the affections of a woman who was probably attracted to someone else, not her? She should just move on, bury these feelings deep to sink and drown, but every time she tried, thoughts of the lovely woman kept fluttering back.

Shinobu didn’t just give (Name) butterflies; sometimes it felt as if Shinobu was the butterfly, flitting into her thoughts when she least suspected it. Small, yes, but undeniably gorgeous and graceful.

What was it about her that attracted (Name) so? Was it her calm, serene disposition? Her looks? Or was it simply….her? All these little melodies, coming together in glorious harmony, to be the woman (name) loved.

(Name) knew it: she was a coward, for not confessing her true feelings to Shinobu. What was he point in holding them in, hiding it, if she knew she’d get rejected no matter what?

The small, hopeful part of her pipes up, says that maybe Shinobu will, in time, like her in turn. Hope is far too powerful; it keeps holding (Name) down. Soon, she will have to confess or the misery of being turned away will be horrid. But still, she waits, and hopes.

After all, life can be surprising sometimes, and (Name) still has some semblance of a chance, right?

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Late at night, doing paperwork in her office, Shinobu made up her mind. When the opportunity presented, she would process her love for (Name). No more procrastinating; no more excuses.

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(Name) walked through the sprawling gardens of the Butterfly Mansion, inhaling the sweet aroma of the multicolored blooms. Butterflies flitted about, including her favorite, a purple and blue butterfly that reminded her of Shinobu.

She watched it as it dipped and glided, enraptured. The delicate beauty of butterflies never failed to entrance (Name); she had spent hours in these very gardens, fixated on the fascinating insects.

The soft crunch of gravel beneath light footsteps snapped her out of her reverie.

“Ah, hello there, (Name)!”

(Name) startled at the sudden noise. She turned to face Shinobu, a hint of pink dusting her face.

‘don’tblushdon’tblushdon’tblush!’ (Name) thought furiously, attempting to banish the growing flush in her cheeks. She quickly composed herself.

“Hello, Shinobu! Lovely….lovely day, is it not?”

Internally, (Name) cringed at the shallowness of her greeting. Outwardly, she kept her face the picture of calm and casual, smothering any thoughts with even a hint of her feelings towards Shinobu. But…

In that moment, something changed. (Name) made up her mind; she would swallow her doubts and confess her true affections for Shinobu. If the Insect Hashira is brave enough to risk her life on every mission she went on, then (Name) is certainly brave enough to admit a crush.

“Good to see you here! I, um, actually have been wanting to talk to you about something, but if you’re busy, I can wait…” (Name) stuttered.

In her typical friendly manner, Shinobu said, “No, no, I’m free right now. What a coincidence; I wanted to talk to you as well! Do you want to speak first, or should I?”

“You can speak first, if you want, it doesn’t matter to me,” (Name) said hurriedly.

“No, no, I insist! You were the first to say that we needed to talk, so it’s only fair that—”

“I’minlovewithyou,” (Name) blurted out, the butterflies in her stomach multiplying as a bright blush rose to her cheeks.

Shinobu blinked at her, trying to squash down the goofy smile trying to make its way onto her face.

“Say that again….uh, slower this time?” Shinobu asked hopefully.

“I-I…I’m in love…with you…” (Name) said quietly, trying to force back the sting of tears in her eyes.

“I…” Shinobu smiled; a genuine, happy smile. She took a couple steps closer before wrapping her arms around (Name). She placed her lips next to (Name’s) ear and whispered, “I think I am too.”

Shinobu moved her face away from (Name’s) ear and leaned in. Her breath tickled (Name’s) face, and their noses brushed lightly against each other’s.

Shinobu leaned in and placed her lips softly on (Name’s). It was a gentle, sweet kiss, filled with love and affection. After a moment that felt both long and short, Shinobu pulled away, smiling at (Name), who also had a soft grin on her face.

“That was…late,” (Name) remarked quietly.

Shinobu let out a breathy laugh as the two woman stood within each other’s embrace, butterflies gracefully flying around them.

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[cheesiedomino]

Forbidden Secrets

genre: non-idol au, college au, forbidden relationship, hyunjin x fem!reader, professor!hyunjin x student!reader, pg-15

wc: 10.4k… i really didn’t plan for this to be this long but here we are i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tags/warnings: fluff, kissing + steamy makeout scene, mild cursing, reader is very confident in themselves (sometimes a little too overly confident), literally anything the reader manifests she gets it’s insane, some mention of alcohol usage, some suggestive moments but nothing that detailed, “taboo/unacceptable” practices (teachers falling in love with their student lol)

synopsis: from the moment you laid your eyes on him you knew you had to have him. you’ll go as far as to do anything for him, knowing full well he is your college professor.

{a/n: heyy y’all, i know what you’re thinking. i’ve been gone for a while but yess i am finally back and ready to give you all the content i’ve been wanting to put out. YES i made a teacher x student fic and what about it ?? i know it can be overdone a lot but i’m a sucker for this trope so i don’t care ! anywhoo, i hope you all enjoy this long one and as always feedback and your opinions are much appreciated, thank you ♡︎}

Hangovers were the absolute worst. You loathed the sound of your alarm, which sounded extra loud this morning for some reason. Without even opening both of your eyes you try to find your phone to shut it off on the nightstand next to you, dropping your phone in the process. You groan as you now had to fully wake up to retrieve your phone from the floor, finally able to turn off the annoying sound. You sighed as you threw your phone onto the bed, not even bothering to make your own bed as you were exhausted. You spent the whole night yesterday drinking and playing Uno with your friends at one of their dorms but the instant regret you felt from taking too many shots finally sunk in. You often go a little too hard sometimes and your head was feeling fifty pounds heavier this morning. 

It was the first day back at uni for your second semester and you were more than thrilled to start school again. You missed seeing all of your close friends and since you went to a university out of state you could only see them during school. You made a lot of new friends and created so many beautiful memories with them, you were a social butterfly and you thrived the most when you were around others. Your friends and your happiness were the most important things in life to you at this moment, and doing well in school was too. Getting good grades while also having a hefty social life was something you aspired to master, you truly had it all, the friends, the looks, the grades, nothing was impossible for you. 

It was 8:45 am and your first class began at 9:30, you knew you had to rush to get ready so you didn’t even bother putting on makeup or fancy clothes. It may be the first day back at school but you didn’t care so much about your looks right now, you were hungover, exhausted, and just ready to get the day over with. You were pretty enough that you didn’t even need all the extra stuff anyways. Your confidence was all you needed to wear. After washing up and skimming through your closet, you find a simple outfit to wear and put your sneakers on. You grab your bag and your phone to finally head out to the shuttle bus that dropped you off at uni. You check your messages and you see you had over 200 unread messages. Your eyes grew wide at the overwhelming amount of texts you were receiving only to come to realize that it was all from the same group chat you were in, this group chat consisted of Felix, Seungmin, Haechan, Chaeyoung, Sumin, and Jennie; all of your best friends. Scrolling through the myriad of texts from the chat you couldn’t help but laugh quietly to yourself while on the bus, Jennie was describing how she nearly dropped her toothbrush in the toilet while Seungmin and Haechan were teasing Felix for how bad he was at Uno. It was a chaotic but entertaining moment for you to witness. You sent a few texts during the ride but as you got close to your stop you grabbed your things to stand up, you hated the first day of school because classes were so boring. The introductory stuff was always a snooze for you and the fact you felt like a zombie on the inside wasn’t making your situation any better. Nevertheless, you know you have no choice but to push through so you get off the bus and head to the building where your first class was being held in. 

You majored in media arts production which was something you’ve always been passionate about, your dreams of becoming a movie script writer or even a director one day was evident ever since you were little. You starred in many plays in high school and participated in theatre even outside of school activities. Your bubbly personality and confidence got you to where you are now and the university you attend is one of the best to go to for your major. The class you had this morning was Intro To Cinematography 101, the classroom was ginormous and had over 400 seats which most, if not all, besides a few random ones were filled. It was exactly 9:30 at this point and the fact you scrambled to make it just in time was a miracle for you. You found the nearest seat that wasn’t taken and you plopped down ready to go back to your dorm and fall asleep. But unfortunately, you couldn’t do that, you cared about your academics way too much. You had 4 more classes to endure today so it was only a matter of time before you’d have to force yourself to wake up and get out of slump mode. 

It’s now 3:30 pm, the afternoon came by quickly and it was your last class of the day. You walk through the door only to be invited by a completely empty room. You were highly confused. You knew this was the exact building and room number that the class was being held in and you couldn’t fathom what was going on right now. You quickly took out your phone to check your emails and there was a recent one at 2:45 pm that you hadn’t read, it was from your professor: 

‘Hello, class/students! I hope this email finds you well, unfortunately, room 202 will NOT be our classroom anymore for Intro to Fine Arts & Design as there were some technical issues with the projector. We will continue our class for the remainder of the year in room 318 in the building next to the main auditorium. I apologize for this inconvenience and hope to see you all still come on time. 

Thank you, Mr.Hwang’

You let out a long sigh as you realize you should’ve checked your emails sooner, you didn’t even think of a possibility that this could’ve happened. The auditorium wasn’t even remotely close to the building you were in now and you had to book it to class or else you’ll leave a bad impression. Timing was something you always made sure to manage and this was not a good look for you at all. You quickly ran to the nearest elevator you could find and did your best to try and make it to the new classroom. You didn’t care that people were looking at you as if you were some maniac, all you needed to do at this moment was get to class. After finally getting to the auditorium you see a door with a large paper sign with bold lettering, ‘Intro to Fine Arts & Design class here’ that must be it. You open the door and scan the room to see a full class and you hear the professor talking. You felt so embarrassed at this moment and it didn’t make you feel any better with all the eyes on you, you usually love all the attention on you but now it just felt grueling. Keeping your head down the entire time, you make your way to the only seat that wasn’t occupied. The professor was babbling on about something but you didn’t even look up nor pay attention to what he had to say, that was until he said your name. 

“Y/n? Y/n?” The professor was clearly trying to get you to acknowledge something. You shot your shot head up instantly to start profusely apologizing but that came to a halt once you made eye contact with the male. You thought you were dreaming, the person in front of you was the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen in your entire life. His eyes were staring deep into your soul and it almost gave you a mini heart attack.

“H-hi sorry, yes?” you trip over your words a bit which is something you never do, you always spoke clearly and confidently. 

“You came in pretty late, is there a reason why this occurred?” He asked you in a sharp tone, you weren’t expecting to get grilled by your own professor on the first day, let alone a guy you think is really attractive. You shouldn’t even be having these thoughts so you try your best to push them away. 

“I didn’t read the email you sent until I got to the wrong classroom, I apologize for my tardiness.” You were actually sincere with your apology, if only you knew to check your email this would've never happened to begin with, you only had yourself to blame. The professor just nods and accepts your answer, “Okay, very well then we will continue everyone!”

You couldn’t help but sigh as you just got outed in front of the whole class but you quickly got over it and began taking your notebook out of your bag. You wanted to go on as if nothing happened and it was working up until he made a reference mid-class about how he doesn’t tolerate tardiness and how it’s important to check everything, especially your emails. You weren’t sure if he was just trying to single you out but when he said that he looked over at you. You wanted to hide and never come back to class again, but that wasn’t an option since you needed to take this course for your semester. All you could think right now was that this class was going to give you hell. 

“Alright everyone, I know it’s only the first day but I have an assignment for you all to complete within the next few days” the professor announced, you could hear low murmurs around the room which made you hide your mouth from giggling. 

“I know, I know you’re all thinking “this guy is absolutely nuts for making us do homework on the first day” but you are all college students now so this should be expected!” 

You wanted to roll your eyes at his little speech but you refrain from doing it, “It’s a simple assignment that will boost your grades immediately, here are three works of art that I would like you to choose from to dissect the meanings of, the minimum is 5-6 paragraphs and I’d like you all to really delve in with these and you can even come up with your own theories. This will be a weekly assignment where you keep everything in a journal, this will be called your creative journal. You can also choose to write about a work of art that you like!”

‘Simple?’ you thought to yourself, there is no way you can come up with a minimum of 5-6 paragraphs on those boring works of art he picked. The choices were terrible and you knew you weren’t going with whatever he chose. You can also tell that he is very passionate about what he does but he talks way too much for your liking. He went on to continue, “If you just do the work you’ll get an easy A within the class, the course grade structure consists of 3 main things: participation, your creative journals, and there will be 2 main projects that will be towards the end of the year, I value quality over quantity so I like this structure the most. I want everyone one of you to do well in this class, I won’t leave anyone behind and I believe in all of you.” 

You wanted to scoff at his “inspirational” speech that he has going on right now and it sounds like something out of a drama. ‘He is one dramatic teacher’ you thought to yourself. 

Once class was finally over and he dismissed everyone you got up to leave but you heard him call after you, you definitely knew this was going to be about what happened earlier. You turn around to face the gorgeous man, now up close and personal. You don’t know why but you were nervous out of your mind. 

“Hey Y/n, I noticed you were talking the least in the class. Is my material not engaging enough for you?” He asked in a serious tone. You really couldn’t believe he was even asking you this, why did it matter how you acted on the first day of class?

“Um, I don’t know what you mean. Sorry if I wasn’t participating” You instantly regretted saying that, you now look even worse of a student than what you already did. 

“I just want to make sure all of my students grasp the material correctly, if you’d like me to change something in my teaching style please let me know, I’m always looking for ways to improve,” He tells you, he takes this seriously. 

“N-no, you teach fine! I will make sure to come to class on time and participate more from now on I’m sorry for the trouble Mr. Hwang” you said, feeling actual remorse.  First impressions were everything to you and this was not the impression you wanted to give to your professor, let alone him of all people. 

“There is no trouble, you are still learning and growing. I hope to see you thrive in this class Y/n, have a good day” he says while never breaking eye contact with you. His gaze and perfect facial structure made you feel dizzy on the inside, you wanted to do any and everything to impress this man. 

“You too..” was all you were able to muster, you quickly grabbed your things and left feeling like you were just hit by a semi-truck. It should be illegal for someone to be that good looking, you couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful he was. This was going to be a hard semester for you.

-

“Oh come on Seungmin let me just have some!” Chaeyoung pouted as she was practically begging Seugmin to share some of his pasta with her. 

“You could’ve had your own if you weren’t so lazy to get up, you know the lines for the pasta are long!” He exclaimed. There was a pasta restaurant at uni that was very popular, it was one of the most delicious spots to get food from and everything is made from scratch and takes time to make. You only go there if you have time but the lines can get pretty packed so you often pick another alternative to go to.

“You’re the greediest person on earth you know that?” Chaeyoung retorted as she dips her fork in Seungmin’s pasta without him giving permission, he instantly gives her a death glare, just looking at her as she takes a bite of the delicious pasta.

“Oh my god, it’s so fucking good!” she says with her mouth still full, everyone else at the table is just laughing at the banter going on between them. They have the most brother and sister-like relationship it’s endearing to you. 

“How’d everyone’s first day of classes go?” Felix lights up trying to change the subject. 

“Fine, I guess,” Jennie says while looking at something on her phone. 

“Good!” Haechan exclaimed.

“I almost tripped over my own shoelace in front of everyone,” Sumin said.

“That would’ve been hilarious if you did,” Seungmin said as he began laughing,

Sumin frowned telling him fuck off which made you laugh even harder. 

“My day was… interesting,” you told your friends. 

“Interesting in what way?” Chaeyoung asked.

“Well, I wouldn’t say interesting but it was definitely a roller coaster. My professor gave me hell for not coming to class on time and singled me out in front of everyone over it, I never feel embarrassment but this was definitely one of those moments” you couldn’t help but spill what happened and finally being able to speak about the situation gave you more clarity. 

“What the fuck? It’s only the first day, that professor needs to give people a break” Haechan says to you. 

“Yeah that’s really weird of them, what class was it?” Chaeyoung asks. 

“My fine arts & design class, he seems like a nice guy though and I’m sure he meant to harm by it” you tried defending his actions but saying it out loud just made it sound even worse. You don’t even know why you’re defending him to begin with since he was the one that chose to do that and he could’ve kept it to himself. 

“Well the way you described it sounds like he’s a real dickhead” Haechan told you.

“No, it’s not like that! He was just making sure it didn’t happen again is all” you were not helping your case with what you just said.

“Why are you defending him y/n? He’s a piece of shit for doing that, I’d change professors if I were you since he’s already trying to start problems with you” everyone nodded in agreement with what Haechan said. 

“Guys it’s fine! I’m sure he didn’t mean it and you know there’s nothing I can’t handle, he seems like he has good intentions” you knew you couldn’t tell them the full truth about why you still wanted to stick with that class. 

“If you say so, who’s the professor anyway?” Seugnmin asks, he’s the smartest amongst all of you and has lots of connections with different people, he pretty much knows every person that works here. 

“Mr. Hwang” 

“Oh my god, him?!” Jennie immediately took her eyes off her phone screen, “I know so much dirt about him I’m surprised he even got hired to work here again”

You were so confused, you have no idea what Jennie is talking about but you know she knows all the gossip around this school and you couldn’t help but be curious. 

“Oh yeah, like what?” you weren’t sure if you really wanted to know but it didn’t hurt to hear it, they were just rumors after all. 

“I heard that he got a divorce last year and it wasn’t even finalized yet but he hooked up with one of his students,” Jennie said getting closer to everyone to make sure no one else heard what she had to say, “I also heard that he smokes cigarettes around campus when he’s not supposed to and he had DUI” 

Well, that definitely wasn’t something you were expecting to hear, he didn’t really seem like the type to do any of that. 

“None of that is probably true,” you say to Jennie, “I don’t think the board would ever agree to rehire someone with a reputation like that” 

“How do you know that? You don’t even know the guy, plus he’s a prick so why would you not believe it?” Seungmin said.

“I like to give people a fair chance, you shouldn’t judge others on what you heard about them” 

“It’s because he’s smoking hot,” Jennie says, “Y/n probably has a crush on him!” 

You blushed at Jennie’s statement, there you go again with acting vulnerable, you don’t know why this is happening to you. 

“That’s not the reason!” you wanted nothing but to have this conversation end already, you should’ve never brought it up. 

Your friends kept teasing you over it for a few minutes and it made you want to get up and leave. 

“She’ll probably have a wet dream about him tonight, y/n will be thinking of Mr. Hwang all night” Jennie teased, she was the main one milking this whole situation. 

“I would do the same honestly, he’s the most attractive guy I’ve ever seen at this entire school” Chaeyoung shrugged at her confession. 

“Okay, guys can we stop talking about my professor now? I do not want anything romantically with him” you deflect as much as you can.

“Who said anything about romance?” Felix says, making the entire table laugh. 

He was right but you also don’t want to talk about making moves on your professor that you barely even know. The conversation finally diverted to something else and once it was time to go back to your dorm you waved everyone goodbye and made your way back. You couldn’t stop thinking about the rumors Jennie told you, did he really hook up with one of his students? You’ll never know and that’s what frightened you, you have no clue who he really is. You try to remind yourself that at the end of the day it’s all just rumors and most of the time people make them up to tear others down. You once had an awful rumor about you in high school and it almost ruined your life until you turned it around. You know how it feels to have people spread false things about you and it hurts, you couldn’t help but empathize with him. You wanted to prove yourself to him that you were a good student and if that’s all you need to catch his attention then so be it. 

The week went by pretty quickly, your classes were going well and everything seemed to be off to a better start for you. Friday was here and that meant you were going out with your friends later, that was all the motivation you needed to get through the day. As you got ready for class, you wanted to wear something to spice up your style, something that would grab Mr. Hwang’s attention. You know you shouldn’t be dressing up for your professor but you wanted to try it out and see if he’d notice anything. If what Jennie said was true he’d probably gawk over you the moment he sees you. You feel slightly childish for doing something like this but you’re young and dumb so why not? 

You were wearing a short skirt and crop top that showed just a teensy amount of cleavage, it was scandalous yet made you feel excited. You were dressed like you were going to a party but the outfit gave you a rush of confidence that you already felt within yourself. You couldn’t stop looking at how good you looked in the mirror and snapped a few quick pics to post on your private story. A few of your friends slid up to question your intentions with your outfit and Jennie was one of them. 

‘We’re not going to the bar until later, why you dressed already?’ Jennie sent with a laughing emoji. 

‘I just wanted to look good today!’ 

‘For Mr. Hwang? ;)’ 

You rolled your eyes at that message.

‘Shut up!’ 

‘Oh you didn’t deny it, I know I’m always right!’

You left her on seen since you didn’t want to keep talking about it but it’s crazy because she’s totally right. You weren’t going to give her that satisfaction though. All that was on your mind at this moment was to show up to class feeling like a million bucks and you definitely looked the part! You made your way to the bus and sat down to check your emails to make sure you missed nothing, Mr. Hwang would often send emails about certain tweaks he made with assignments or updates on grading. Today was the day you’d be getting your first grades back on the creative journal assignment, you worked really hard on it and you knew he would definitely give you an A for it. This would seal the deal for you and the mix of how good you looked would just set everything off. To say you were thrilled for class was an understatement. 

Once you made it to the classroom you saw everyone else take their seats but Mr. Hwang was nowhere to be seen. It was 3:30 sharp and he wasn’t even on time for his own class, talk about not practicing what you preach. It was 3:34 and he finally arrived, he came rushing in and apologized over and over for his inability to be on time.

“Hello everyone, I am so so sorry for being late today and I would like you all to forgive me for not keeping my own word about showing up to class on time,” he says, he’s very serious about it and you can tell he was genuinely sorry. You couldn’t stop looking at him though, the outfit he wore today was absolutely exquisite. He wore the tightest black pants that accentuated his body nicely, especially his behind. You never took a liking to looking at men’s asses but he had a nice one for sure. The way the cuffs of his short-sleeve dress shirt clung to his biceps made you melt from the inside. You could see a small bead of sweat peaking down on the side of his face from trying to get here as quick as possible, you noticed how his breathing was irregular and he was still trying to catch some air. Everything about him was pure perfection. He made you feel so many things just from his presence alone. You quickly snapped out of your daydream once he brought up the homework results. 

“Alright let’s get to the real discussion, shall we? I have your creative journals graded and ready to be handed back to all of you. I would just like to say that I’m so proud of you all and you truly showed great effort in these journals, I loved all of the theories you guys had and it was so much fun to read them all!” His smile was so contagious, when he smiled you wanted to do the same. 

“I will say everyone's last name from Alphabetical order and I will hand you your journals back, please come up once you hear your name,” He began to go down the list of names until you heard yours. You got up from your seat and walked up to him confidently, you were curious what he’d say to you since you worked on that assignment for a while and you were proud of your work. You come to his desk and he hands back your journal to you barely even looking at you. 

“Please see me after class if you need to Y/n, I’m not sure if you really understood the assignment,” Mr. Hwang says to you. You were more than shocked to see on the paper a big fat ‘F’ was written. You were appalled. You wanted to drop to your knees and start crying right then and there. Never in your life have you ever received such a grade and the sight of it felt like a bullet through your heart. You were stunned and didn’t even know what to say. He was looking everywhere but at you and this only made your confidence dwindle even more. 

“How could this have happened?” you asked him with a dumbfounded look on your face.

“Like I said Y/n, please talk to me after class you’re disrupting the process right now,” He says dismissing your feelings. You wanted to curse him out so badly, you were livid. You spent so much time and effort on your assignment and you couldn’t believe he gave you this kind of grade, it was unacceptable for you. You could only turn back and sit down, there was no use to argue and make a fool out of yourself in front of the whole class. You were debating on actually taking up his offer by staying after class and talking about it but you were so frustrated at this point you wanted to go home. None of this went according to plan and you weren’t sure if it was because of you or him. 

Once class was over and everyone got up to leave, you noticed a few girls stayed and tried talking to Mr. Hwang. They weren’t even talking about class-related material, they were all just there to try and have a conversation with him. You sighed because now you had to wait since you actually had to speak to him about something important, which was your grade. After waiting for what seemed like forever and the girls finally left you were now able to speak with the professor one on one. He looked up at you for the first time today and his whole demeanor changed once he saw you. He didn’t have that welcoming smile that he once had with the other girls and it made you feel some type of way. Why the sudden change in tone?

“Hello Y/n, it’s nice to see you,” he says with an odd smirk on his face, “what can I do for you?”

“I’d like to talk about my grade, why did I receive an F? I worked really hard on that assignment and I’d like you to regrade it,” you didn’t mean for your response to sound so demanding but you were freaking out at this point because you’ve never failed at anything before.

“May I remind you that my assignments have instructions? If one does not read them they will not do well in this class,” he retorts.

“What do you mean by that? I clearly read the instructions and I followed them to a T, this is unfair” you couldn’t believe he was questioning your ability right now. 

“I don’t think you did Y/n, because if you did you would’ve noticed that I said you had to pick from one of the three works I chose for you to analyze”

“But didn’t you say that we could choose our own too?!” to say you were puzzled was an understatement. 

“Yes, but you needed special permission from me to do that, which you never did” 

That’s when everything clicked for you. You couldn't believe you missed that crucial part. You’ve never been so careless before.

“Oh... I totally forgot about that,” you said looking at the ground, now realizing you came on too strongly about your own mistake. 

“Look Y/n, I’m sorry but I had to do this, although your assignment was very well written I just couldn’t accept it, it wouldn’t be morally right to do” He explained. 

You nod your head as you sigh in defeat, were you really going to let this happen? You couldn’t, you’ve always found a way to turn any situation around and this was no different. You had to do something to help yourself, the only thing you know that will, that being your charisma. 

“Listen, Mr. Hwang, I know I may have messed up with not asking for your permission but I would like to ask just this one time for a second try, please, I know I can do better trust me” you gave him a pleading look that you only give when you’re in dire need. You don’t know if it’s going to work but you’re giving the performance of a lifetime right now, all those years of theatre are definitely paying off. “Please, just one more shot is all I need to prove myself” 

There was a moment of silence for a bit, he was definitely putting a lot of thought into his response and it pained you to be here with him in this very moment, you wanted nothing but to impress him. You came closer to his desk and rested your arm on it, making the space between the both of you even more nonexistent. You wanted to make him feel something, you weren’t sure what but you needed to change his mind fast. If there was some sort of magical spell that you could cast upon him right now you’d do it in a heartbeat. 

“Alright, I’ll give you one more shot at it” he finally gives you an answer. This was exactly what you wanted to hear. “Under one condition” he follows with his statement.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Please join my art and literary club,” he says, “we meet every Wednesday at 7 pm and I think your writing is amazing, you’d be an excellent addition to our team” 

You were definitely not expecting him to say that, you were now even more confused than you already were. How could he have given you an F on your first ever assignment while in the same breath praise you and ask you to join his club? It made absolutely no sense. However, if this was the ultimatum he was going to give you in order for a second chance you had to take it. You were willing to do anything for him. 

“O-okay, sure,” you said, there you go again with stumbling over your words, this man made you feel like you were on fire. 

“Great! thank you so much for doing this, I appreciate it a lot and I’m so excited to see you on Wednesday” He shot you a bold smile, showing his tiny dimple on the side of his face. He was breathtaking, you could get up on the desk and kiss him right now. What are you thinking? He’s your damn professor, get a grip. 

“Me too… I guess I’ll see you around,” you say coming to your senses as you pick up your things to go. 

“I hope I don’t scare you Y/n, you can always come to me even if it isn’t about the class you can talk to me about anything, I really care about all my students,” He says.

“Thanks. Have a good rest of your day Mr. Hwang” 

“Please, you can call me Hyunjin if you’d like!” 

“Okay.” You head out the door and couldn’t believe the long conversation you just had with him. ‘He wants me to call him Hyunjin? Isn’t that a bit too informal?’ you thought to yourself, it could be because you’re now joining his club but it just didn’t make sense that he’d want you to be so informal with him since he doesn’t act that way during class. You shrug it off as him just being polite and go on about your day, however, you still couldn’t stop thinking about how good his butt looked in those tight pants. 

-

It’s Wednesday. The days keep rolling by quicker than ever and you were thrilled to be seeing Mr. Hwang, well, Hyunjin outside of class. It may still be school related but just another chance to be around him was all you needed. Ever since you accepted his offer he’s been much nicer to you in class, he often smiles at you when he shares glances with you and it makes you feel all fuzzy inside. He’s a very cut-and-dry kind of professor and does everything strictly by the book, he’s very stern and that’s what attracts you the most about him. He’s very mysterious too and doesn’t talk about his private life much which makes you wonder about his life story. He’s definitely not the kind of guy to tell any and everyone about personal stories of his and you want nothing more than to be let into his world. Your interest in him has only grown stronger and joining this club will only help you in succeeding with your plan. Today you wore a dress that accented your body very well, it was a cute dress that Chaeyoung had bought for you while she was on a trip to Paris. It made you feel beautiful inside and out and you couldn’t be more thankful for the gift she gave you. You were more than sure that this would get Hyunjin’s attention. As you were finished with your classes for the day you went to the main cafeteria to meet up with your friends to eat. The club didn’t start until 7 so you had about 2 and a half hours to kill. You got some chicken stir fry and diet coke and sat with your friends at the booth you always sit at. They were all heavily engrossed in each other's phones and it was fun to look at all of their reactions to whatever was on their screens. You plopped down in the seat and began eating your food, that’s when Sumin decided to finally break the ice and say something.

“So guys are we still on for tonight?” She asks. You have no idea what she’s talking about, furthermore, what does she mean by tonight? You were booked and busy with Hyunjin later so if there was something going on later you would definitely not be able to make it. 

“Yeah of course!” Seungmin said.

“You know I’m always down,” Felix said, everyone else just nodded in agreement besides you, you really had no clue what was going on. 

“Y/n, you coming?” Sumin asked you. You couldn’t even give a yes or no answer because you don’t even know what plans they made. 

“I’m not sure what you mean. Did we make plans today?” you were so lost right now.

“Um… yeah where have you been?” Seungmin said with a confused look on his face.

“Maybe if you read the group chat you’d know,” Jennie said while crossing her arms. 

That’s when it dawned on you that you haven’t read the group chat since yesterday morning, you had put it on mute for a bit to stop distracting you from your homework that you forgot to unmute the conversation. You felt so guilty right now. 

“Oh guys I’m so sorry, but I won’t be able to make it I have something else to do later,” You tell everyone, you felt bad letting your friends down but you wouldn’t have made it anyway since you already established joining this club last week. 

“What’re you doing?!” Chaeyoung asked, you only hang out with them, or even if it’s other friends you’d let them know ahead of time. You never told any of them that you joined this club and you’re now regretting this choice. 

“I’m going to a club– I mean I joined a club and it starts at 7,” you tell them giving as little information as possible.

“What? You never told us about you joining a club,” Haechan said surprised by this newfound information. 

“Yeah, it kind of was a spur of the moment thing but yeah, I’m part of a club now,”

“Which club is it?” Seungmin asks. You were now backed into another corner.

“The art club!” you know they’re not going to take this for an answer, there were a billion different kinds of art clubs and that wasn’t going to get you out the clear. 

“Uh… do you know how many damn art clubs there are here Y/n? I’m gonna need you to be specific,” you could tell Seungmin was growing impatient with your lack of responsiveness. 

That’s when you just went out and said it, there’s no use in keeping it from them anymore. 

“The art and literary club,” You tell them. 

Seungmin raised his eyebrow, “Isn’t that the club Mr. Hwang is the founder of?” 

“Yeah” was all you said in return.

“You just can’t get enough of him can you?” Chaeyoung says with a cringey wink. 

“It’s not even like that guys! He asked me to join since he really liked my writing and he even lets me call him by his first name,” 

“Well, he seems to be really comfortable with you,” Felix says in a joking manner.

“He probably asked you to join just so he can see you more often,” Jennie says giggling.

“Guys, I’m telling you it’s not like that at all. Plus, I don’t think he’d jeopardize his career just to do something so foolish,” you couldn’t stop deflecting, you wanted to believe he has good intentions behind all of this but in the back of your mind you want this to happen, you want to get closer to Hyunjin. 

“Whatever you say Y/n, but you can’t deny that you’re gorgeous and he probably wants you to join his club but also be around you simultaneously, it’s a brilliant plan from his perspective” Seungmin explains. 

You know he’s probably right and that thought terrifies you. What will happen when you see Hyunjin later? Your excitement continues to build up as you think about it more. You want to keep a lasting impression on him and this was the perfect opportunity for you.

After chatting it up with your friends you finally made your way over to the building the club was being held at. You got to the room and walked in to see only a few people there. You don’t know how many people you expected to be here but you definitely thought there’d be way more. Hyunjin was seated in one of the chairs talking to one of his students but once he saw you walk in he looked straight up at you, causing you to both make sudden eye contact. He was the first to instantly look away and it made you feel even more confident. You took a seat in the front row near him, you were excited to see what this club entailed.

“Hey everyone! Welcome to our second day of the art and literary club, before we begin I'd like to go ahead and introduce everyone to our newest member of the team, Y/n!” He introduced you to the class and everyone smiled giving you their welcomes and nice to meet you’s. Everyone seemed nice and it made you feel even more comfortable while being here. You know you were only here for the sake of Hyunjin but if you were able to make new friends from this club that would be a major plus too. 

“It’s nice to meet everyone, I’m glad to be here,” You tell everyone while also giving a cute smile to Hyunjin. 

“Okay so I have a lot prepared for us today, I wanna start today’s session by doing a 5-minute sketch, it can be of anything, and just draw it for 5 minutes. It really gets your mind working and it’s a great exercise to begin with!” Hyunjin announced, he’s always so enthusiastic about his work. You do as you’re told and grab your sketchbook that you picked up from the campus store a few days ago and begin thinking about what you wanted to sketch. You decided on an ice cream cone and you wanted to add as much detail as possible. Your artwork wasn’t on Michaelangelo level but your skills weren’t pretty bad either. You began sketching the shape of the cone and how you wanted the rest of it to look, you had only 3 minutes left at this point so you had to hurry up. Once the 5 minutes were over you put your pencil down and waited for Hyunjin to say something.

“Alright, times up guys! I wanna see all of your drawings, I can’t wait to see what you all came up with,” he says in a cheerful tone.

“Is that a T-rex?” He asked the person next to you, the person nodded and he commented on the realism of the art style. He looked at some more sketches and shared his thoughts and once he reached yours he picked up your book to analyze the sketch you made. He looked at it for a while and finally gave his opinion on it, “Nicely done Y/n, is ice cream your favorite dessert?” He asks. 

“Yeah, one of them!” 

“Hmm... I see, and you’re also a fan of sprinkles I see,” He says commenting on the excessive amount of sprinkles you drew on. 

“Yeah, that too,” you say chuckling while looking up at him. You licked your lips while he was still looking at you and you can tell that just sparked something in him as he quickly put the sketchbook down and went on to continue as if nothing ever happened. 

The rest of the day went on and you were enjoying every minute of being here. You were practicing with watercolor and it was something you haven’t done since middle school. You wanted to make an ocean painting but the shades of blues you wanted just weren’t turning out the way you wanted them. You grew frustrated with the outcome of everything and you sighed as you went to go grab a new palette to try again. 

“What’s the matter Y/n? Why aren’t you using the palette you already have?” Hyunjin asked walking towards you. 

“I don’t like how the colors turned out, I wanted something else,” You told him.

“Why didn’t you just ask me? Come here let me help you out,” He brings you back on over to your seat with the empty canvas and palette full of blue paints. 

“If you wanted a darker or lighter contrast it’s an easy fix, all you have to do is add the right amount of black or white, make sure you don’t overdo it though” He explains more about how to mix the colors properly but all you could look at right now were how beautiful his thighs looked. He was wearing a different pair of tight pants today, they were plaid and you loved the way they clung to his body. He could wear anything and it would look good on him honestly. You were barely paying attention to what he was saying and it became evident once he asked you a question. 

“I’m sorry what did you say again?” You said, lost in your train of thought. Hyunjin’s thighs are going to be the death of you. 

“I said how about you try the painting now since the colors are mixed properly,” 

“Oh yeah, sure!” you sit back down and as Hyunjin walks past you a whiff of his scent struck you like lightning. He smelled like expensive cologne, he probably has very specific and tasteful choices for the type of cologne he wears. You want to know any and everything about him. As time passes by it was dwindling down towards the end and you can see everyone beginning to pack up. You stop what you’re doing and look at all the progress you made. The painting came out 100 times better than you envisioned it would be and it was all thanks to Hyunjin for saving your terrible attempt at mixing colors. He made sure to check in with you every so often and at one point he put his hand on your shoulder to express how good of a job you were doing so far. It sent tingles down your spine and you don’t even know how you survived that. He made you feel so many things just from a simple touch and that’s why you needed to have him. You know it’s wrong of you to think your professor is hot and you know it’s not okay to have a crush on him yet you don’t care. You are being selfish right now and if flirting with your professor a little bit can satisfy your craving then that’s all you need. You watched as everyone was heading out to leave while a couple of others stuck around to have a chat with Mr. Hwang. He always spoke very well-mannered and never used slang around any of his students, he spoke professionally and had a dry sense of humor most of the time. ‘There’s no way this could be the same guy that has all these rumors about him floating around’ you think to yourself. You decide to leave while other people were still talking with him when all of a sudden you heard your name being called. 

“Y/n, do you mind just staying here for a bit? I want to have a word with you,” Hyunjin says, accidentally interrupting the students that were talking to him. You were a little surprised he said this but not that much since he’s already done this before. You wondered what it could be this time though. 

“Yeah sure, no problem” you answer. 

As everyone begins leaving you are now left alone with Hyunjin yet again. He’s standing in front of the whiteboard and you walk up towards him.

“So… what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” You ask. Hopefully, it won’t be about your second attempt at the assignment, you’ve been dreading receiving your new grade and if it’s not what you were achieving for you you don’t want to hear it. 

“Ah yes, I wanted to ask if you’ve ever painted before? Your attention to detail is phenomenal and I’m already captivated by your work,” he says. You smiled instantly at his praise, there’s just something about it that gets you going. 

“Thank you so much, Mr. Hwang, quite frankly I haven’t done watercolor painting since middle school, but it was so fun to try this again!” you tell him. 

“Wow really? You could’ve fooled me, you’re probably one of the best ones in the bunch already, I’m serious Y/n, you are talented”

You were over the moon right now. It felt so good at this moment and nothing could stop you from feeling on top of the world. You wanted Hyunjin’s approval and you finally got it.

“Also please Y/n, stop with all the formality you can call me Hyunjin!” 

You realized you accidentally called him Mr. Hwang again and it made your cheeks turn red. 

“Sorry about that,” you said. 

“It's alright, just don’t let it happen again okay?” he says, you don’t understand how anything he says just sounds extremely hot. You want nothing more than to have him let you in. 

“Well, I should get going,” you say, “I have so much to do” 

“Oh like what?” Hyunjin asks out of curiosity, you’ve never had him ask a question about your personal life. 

“I just have some homework to do, my friends made plans to do something today but I told them I had other obligations instead,”

“Oh wow, you sacrificed a night with your friends to come join my club? I feel highly honored,” he says putting a hand over his heart. 

“No, it’s just I committed to doing this way before they even created those plans so it was only right of me to choose coming here,” 

“I like that about you Y/n, you stick to what you believe in and what you feel is right, you have a golden personality,” Hyunjin says, “you carry yourself very well.”

“And so do you,” You tell him. You could feel yourself become even more timid now, no one could ever make you feel so small yet high and mighty at the same time. You lived for Hyunjin’s compliments and you craved for more of them.

“Y/n be honest, have you heard anything about me?” He asks out of the blue. You don’t know why he brought this up or how he’d even know you knew anything of him to begin with. 

“I’m not sure what you mean?” You tilt your head in confusion, not sure where he’s trying to get at with that question. 

“Don’t be silly Y/n, I know that word gets around here a lot and I just want to know if you feel some strange way about me,” He looks at you with those endearing eyes, and you couldn’t help but fold at his demeanor. 

“I haven’t heard much but they are just rumors, right? Why believe them?” You didn’t believe them, you knew he wasn’t the type of person to do any of those things and if he did any of them it was probably exaggerated for shock value. 

“I want you to know that anything you hear about me is false. I’ve never told anyone this but I had a bizarre student that grew obsessed with me, they’d stalk me around campus and even got my phone number, they’d send me inappropriate photos, and found my home address. It got so bad to the point where they said if I don’t sleep with them they’d try and blackmail me to ruin my career forever.” 

You couldn’t believe what he just told you. It sounded like something out of a Lifetime movie, you were disgusted by whoever did that to him. 

“I’m so sorry about what happened to you, people like that are the reason what’s wrong with this world,” you said to him. You felt genuine remorse for him and you didn’t even do anything, you didn’t realize how bad things could’ve turned out for him. 

“The person spread malicious rumors about me after I reported them to the board, they told so many people that I was divorced, I’m an alcoholic, how I even hooked up with some of my students. None of it is true Y/n, I hope whatever you heard doesn’t taint your image of me,” you can tell he’s speaking from the bottom of his heart, you know he’s being truthful. 

“I promise you I don’t believe any of it Hyunjin, I trust you,” you say, reinforcing the deep eye contact you’re sharing with him right now. The conversation became even deeper and you weren’t expecting Hyunjin to open up with you like this so suddenly. Everything is going in motion for you and you don’t know if you’re dreaming or if this was actually real life. 

“Sorry I just dumped all of that onto you, I just wanted to make sure the air was clear between the both of us, I know we may have gone off on a rough start but I really like you Y/n,” Hyunjin comes a bit closer to you now, “I hope I didn’t scare you off with what I just said”

You don’t know how to feel, your crazy hot professor that you’ve been fantasizing about since school began is now telling you that he likes you. Is this some kind of sick joke? No way this could be, you have to take this as your chance to get what you truly wanted. 

You got even closer to him, the distance between you so close that the smell of his cologne was becoming intoxicating. You knew you had to do something right now or else the tension will just rise even further. 

“You will never scare me off and you can always come to me if you ever need anything,” using the same line that Hyunjin used on you made you feel even more in control of the situation. You knew there was no turning back once you said those words, and you were right. 

“I know I shouldn’t be asking this but can I kiss you Y/n?” Hyunjin asks politely, he knows you feel the same exact way that he does and there’s no use in hiding it any longer. You both need to have each other. 

“Of course you can,” you say and after those string of words left your lips he quickly placed his on yours. He grabbed your face with both of his hands and kissed you hard, your lips crashed together perfectly and your plan couldn’t have been executed any better. His plush lips felt like a cloud and you felt so much warmth and comfort from them. His forehead brushed against yours as he deepened the kiss, making you put your hand on his neck to bring the two of you closer by any small amount. Trying not to break the kiss he brought you over to the desk and sat you on top of it, the kiss grew heavier at this point and he gently bit your bottom lip to gain access inside your mouth. Once you gasped from the slight pressure he gave you, he let his tongue slide inside. Both of your tongues becoming intertwined and in sync with one another and it felt like fireworks rushing throughout your entire body. You grew hot as you tried keeping up with Hyunjin’s pace, he wasn’t letting you go any time soon. He trailed his free hand up your thigh and began rubbing small circles on them, his touch was so warm and gentle yet the kiss was rough and passionate. The contrast made you feel shamelessly aroused. This was the moment you’ve dreamed of. His firm embrace made you feel safe and his lips made you feel drunk. He was such a good kisser, no wonder he had girls going crazy spreading false rumors about him. You’re already hooked on him that you want to gatekeep him from anyone else. As the two of you kept on making out for what seemed like an eternity, you were the one that finally pulled away. The both of you panting and trying your best to catch your breathes. You look up at him as small pearls of sweat were dripping from his forehead, he gave his all with you. You traced a few lines around his bicep while staring at his gorgeous face, you still couldn’t fathom how fine the tall man was. 

“We really shouldn’t be doing this… you should go Y/n,” Hyunjin says to you with a disappointed look on his face, “I could get in so much trouble right now, I’m sorry for doing this”

You shook your head at his thoughts, “How would we get in trouble? No one has to know about any of this, I’ll keep our little secret safe,” you grab his shirt collar to pull him closer for another kiss, he hesitates but eventually kisses you back. He puts even more passion into this one and you felt weightless in his touch. You felt numb, all you felt was Hyunjin’s pretty lips, he felt so good against you. He tasted so sweet and held you so tight, you didn’t know what you expected when kissing him but this was much better than what you could’ve ever imagined. Once you both pull away again your breathing became so irregular. You could tell that your hair was a bit messed up and the lip gloss you were wearing has now been completely transferred onto his lips. His lips were red and puffy from all the pressure and it just made him look even more attractive than he already is. Hyunjin ran his thumb over your lips while licking his, he wanted to taste every last drop of you. 

“You are so special to me Y/n,” Hyunjin says in a husky tone while still trying to catch his breath. 

“I’m glad you see me that way,” You say as you smile. 

“I want to see you tomorrow, outside of school, is that okay?” He asks.

“Yes, I’d love that,” You couldn’t be more than happy to see him outside of class, you want to know more about Hyunjin, who he is as a person, the not so picture perfect cookie cutter version that he portrays to everyone else. 

“Would you like to meet me for coffee around 6? It’s on me by the way, I’d never make you pay for anything,” He says resting his palm on your thigh once again. His hands felt so good against your skin, you couldn’t get enough of his physical touch. 

“Of course, I’ll be there Mr. Hwang” you assure him. 

“How many times do I have to tell you again… call me Hyunjin,” this time he sounded more serious than the last time. 

“Oh yes– sorry Hyunjin,”

“If you do that again I’ll make sure you never get through this class with flying colors,” he squeezes your thigh, causing you to whimper a little bit. 

“Give me your phone, let me give you my cell number” he continues on as if he didn’t just threaten your whole life. You do as you’re told and hand him your phone with the contact template for him to fill out. He types everything he needed and hands it back to you, you look at the contact name, ‘Hyunjin<3’ simple yet adorably effective. You do the same on his phone and you get ready to leave to head back to your dorm yet he stops you once again. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks.

“Back to my dorm?” you say, unsure of what else he has to say to you now after everything that happened. 

“At this time of night? I don’t think so, let me drive you back home” Hyunjin insists. You agree to his offer and he takes you back to your dorm safely. 

You weren’t getting any sleep tonight. Your head was only full of thoughts of Hyunjin, his addictive aura, his lips, his everything. You loved every bit of him already. You think to yourself if you should even be feeling this way yet you know now that the feeling is mutual so it’s not a one-sided crush anymore. You know it's wrong to be doing this and even he acknowledged that fact but even though it’s wrong, it feels very right. You want him and he wants you so bad about that? Yeah he may be your college professor but you’re both grown adults, you’re allowed to make decisions for yourself and so can he. 

You’re not sure how this might end up but you want to enjoy this as much as you can and your coffee date with Hyunjin tomorrow has you more excited than ever. You know you won’t be able to tell anyone about this, even your friends, you have to keep your word with Hyunjin and you promised to keep it a secret between the both of you. This will definitely be a hard task for you but you’re up for the challenge, you were willing to make sacrifices to get any ounce of his attention, and now that you fully have it, you weren’t going to do anything to take that away from you. 

End<3 

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What's the bone you have to pick please tell?

Anon you gotta let a girl have her vague little vents in the final tags of a meme post lol. Answering that question properly would be a long-ass ramble, and not one I'm really ready to go off over while I'm still in the post-episode rush. There's also just certain forms of negativity that I usually prefer to avoid bringing to the table?

...But since you asked, I suppose you could say that the gist is I often find myself feeling a bit weary of Will's handling of Sparrow as an NPC, or more accurately his general lack of concern for the twins' arcs in the greater narrative context. I think it's great that Normal is a very emotionally stubborn character, but sometimes it's a little *too much* for my personal tastes. Which is to say, I often get the impression that he is very preoccupied with optimizing Normal's angst factor (often at the expense of nuance- particularly with respect to Sparrow's characterization), and much less interested in giving Norm a relationship with his dad that actually develops or goes anywhere new or interesting. Mostly it just leaves me worried about whether or not things will end on a narratively satisfying beat or not by the end of the season (which, to be clear, does not mean I expect or want everything to be rainbows and butterflies, either).

Which isn't to bring down Will too much as a player either- there's obviously very many things that he does extremely well but. I mean all the players have their strengths and weaknesses, and when it comes to Will I guess one of my major critiques lies there! Hopefully that answers your question at least somewhat, anon. Not asking you to agree with these feelings, obviously. But hey, you're the one who asked lol.

[sessakag]

Fanfic Game!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you wrote smut?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

My answers!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

18

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,595,711

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

(1,132 Kudos) Secrets of the Hidden Leaf, (801 Kudos) Monster, (610 Kudos) NaruHina Month Collection 2022, (538 Kudos) Prey, and (292 Kudos) Butterfly 💕

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes I do 💕There's a lot of reasons, but the two most important are 1) They keep me writing and make me really happy and I can't not reply. I love connecting with others through my stories, and that's really my biggest draw to posting publicly, the human connection and fun conversations that spawn from engaging💕2) very few people, compared to how many actually read your fic, leave comments, which can be really disappointing and discouraging for a writer, even for me and I've been writing for years. So for the people that do take the time out to say something, I have to let them know how much I appreciate them making that effort 💖

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think it's a tie between A Night of Firsts and Flipping the Script? Maybe Eternal should be in here too? Fuck Around And Find Out-Literally ends pretty angsty too🤔 I've written a lot of stories, and it's hard to pick which one 😅

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is another hard one to pick, I have so many that end happy (though technically they all have a happy ending) ummm, another tie I think? Surprise! and Spellbound, ummm, maybe A Day In The Life of the Uzumaki Family too.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yep, not a lot thankfully, but it pops up.

9. Do you write smut?

I rarely write anything but smut 🤭I'm a proud smut writer!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

No, never.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, twice.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. Butterfly translated into Português brasileiro by the amazing kilandra327! You can find it here Borboleta 🦋

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep!

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Naruto/Hinata! NaruHina forever!💕

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

None! I will finish them all, they are all my babies. Idc how long it takes! Leave a laptop by my grave and watch me finish em'! 😤

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm fine with it, especially if it helps immersion!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Inuyasha 🥰

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Ummmmmmm, I literally can't make a choice, lol. They are all my favorite in different ways. Top 5 though? Prey, Monster, Butterfly, A Cure For Love and Ravenous.

Those are all my answers! Thanks for the ask!

Gonna tag some folks @mrs-messy @bunny-hoodlum @dayseternal-blog @wickermayne @powerful-niya

[gardenoblues]

tagged by @iamfandomcrazy hii i love all ur fics >< Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs. WARNING: THERE MIGHT BE SMUTT YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO CAST YOUR EYES ON. --- just know that most of these are intrusive thoughts or the product of my spiraled madness, and short ideas. i won't be putting unfinished but posted fics since that would take too long. here it goes

*Visions; - a wyler fic where wednesday was freshly expelled from her former high school and started to have small and useless visions (its safe to assume its about Tyler, she mostly sees snippets of events)

Wulfric Thursday - a fic about wyler's son, he's the first child (that i most prob post on ao3 once Hyde The Past is done since the two are connected, i think i actually need someone with me to think of ideas and be crazy together its a little too much to take, a wide universe. There are 3 current chapters.)

Valentina Francoise - a fic about wyler's daughter, the younger sister (wont say much but she's the best and worst combination of her parents. there's only one chapter and its mostly notes.)

Girl Next Door - this fic was either tyler would be the new kid who moved into town or it was Wednesday. it was hard to decide but i think i settled with Wednesday. I don't know if this would come to life though, wish me luck. there are no chapters. yet.)

wyler tyler has a twin gemini - yep. the title speaks for itself lol. ( i wanted to do something like migi and dali or ayesha's secret, if you know the anime or manga, well you know *wink *wink)

wyler - sunflower - a fic where Tyler dies or it has an alternative story where he faked his death and goes to live in the Addams manor. God i was such in an angsty mood i wanted someone to die with me, and of course its my favorite white boy to write about)

Tyler Galpin - just a compilation of songs i was thinking of editing Tyler in.

Wyler PROMPT - just an unfinished prompt from a dc prompt where Tyler is Fran's and Vincent's son.

Wyler spies AU - again the title speaks for itself lol.

WYLER ITS OK NOT TO BE OK - if you know the kdrama then nice, but if you don't its basically Tyler would be a psych ward nurse or something like that and Wednesday is a children's book writer that sometimes visit hospitals to read her book.

HYDE THE PAST TYLER BOOTCAMP - my heart cries fir this fic. title speaks for itself. suppose to be a filler chapter.

WYLER DRABBLE - alice in the wonderland fic. its just an idea wont prob make the cut.

Wyler hays - just wyler smutt ><

Longing For draft - just a short fic where Tyler followed Wednesday to her house.

Wednesday Addams as Song Lyrics - songs id edit her with. --- These are just what's saved in my laptop. here's what's in my phone. i don't mind if you don't read this one lol.

wyler (1) - wednesday pospartum with her son.

Liar, liar - Tyler teasing Wednesday.

wyler (2) - Wednesday spit on Tyler's face and he uses it as lube.

wyler gender swap - there's one chapter.

its not always rainbows and butterflies - a short fic where Tyler attends nevermore and learning how to control the Hyde but in Wednesday's pov.

This is shit - wednesday denying her feelings for Tyler.

wyler (3) - Tyler has full control of his Hyde and pretends to be nice but Wednesday sees through him.

wyler (4) - (just wrote this 2am earlier lol) wednesday goes to yoga and mourns Kitty's death, has a mental breakdown while Tyler consoles her. SORRY THAT WAS LONGER THAN I THOUGHT. tagging @writerrose1998 @broken-everlark @nonamemanga @cosmic-lullaby @callmetippytumbles @tastethesetears @lovepoison9 @nouklea @diamantdog @lady-murderess @therulerofallpotatos

[vineofroses]

Seven Sentence Sunday

But this is way more than seven sentences. I have started a swimming AU for Red, White, and Royal Blue. this will be interesting because I've been wanting to write about swimming for so long (but in like, a TV show format) but now I'm like, just write a fic about it. I was a competitive swimmer for 9 years, it's time to trauma dump! lol 😭😭😭😭

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Every breath tastes of fire. 

Head down, another stroke, and the water, despite its natural state, turns into a brick wall he’s struggling to break through.

He tries to get his rhythm back — butterfly has always been his best stroke ��� but it’s impossible to feel it past the numbness spreading through his arms and legs. 

Stroke, stroke, breath. Stroke, stroke, breath. 

He’s breathing too much, but even though each breath burns he can’t help but take it. The water feels like it won’t budge; logically, he knows he’s moving but it’s not fast enough. He panics, and loses the rhythm even more. 

Stroke, breath. Stroke, breath. Stroke, breath. 

Too many, too many, too many, too many, he thinks. Then he takes another one.

He has no idea where everybody else is and that worries him. At the 50 turn, he had Liam in his sights but he’s nowhere to be found now. The last 15 yards stretches out before him.

Head down, he takes one, two, three, four, five strokes and then his hands slam into the wall, the touchpad stopping the clock. 

He gasps for air as he lifts his head. Even as he struggles to take air in, the disappointment hits him harder still when he glances at the other lanes. It’s clear that Liam and the others have been at the wall for some time. 

He finally looks at the scoreboard, searching for his name. A hand claps him on the shoulder, and a quick “it’s alright, Henry, it was a good race” barely registers as he reads the board:

Lane 6: Fox, Henry; 8; 1:02.93

His stomach drops. A whole second off State qualifying. If this was a regular dual meet, it’d be fine. There would be time to adjust, to work on faster turns, or breath control, or a faster start. 

The last dual meet was three weeks ago. Conference, two weeks ago. 

State is the end. And he just came in dead last, with a time that doesn’t even qualify him for the race he just swam. 

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no pressure tagging: @liminalmemories21 @welcometololaland @paperstorm @sznofthesticks @rmd-writes @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-tk @lemonlyman-dotcom