#I had THE HUGEST crush on him when I was younger

[semisgroupie]

seeing alex wolff on the drums for the lithonia music video makes my kid heart so happy

[taegimood]

— my girl (c.yj) ♡

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader genre: friends to lovers, non-idol au, smut, fluff rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 6.1k warnings: unprotected sex, pwp (6k but most of it is smut tbh lol), softdom!yeonjun, inexperienced!reader, dry humping, oral + fingering (f receiving), squirting, petnames (baby, princess, doll, good girl, pretty girl), daddy kink (yeonjun refers to himself as daddy), spanking, creampie, multiple orgasms (f receiving), light choking but not (he doesn’t squeeze), one instance of spitting, it’s established that jun is older than reader so OPPA IS USED AS AN HONORIFIC and idc if people hate it lol as a korean speaker i’m tired of westernizing shit

a/n - pls picture temptation era hair yeonjun 😵‍💫 this is inspired by a dream i had.. dreamt every part in his room up until the actual penetration 😮‍💨 cockblocked by my own brain

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yeonjun’s sheets are soft as you sit observing his bedroom, taking note of all the little details that his strong personality shines through, the first time you’ve seen the other side of his door — though how you even got to this point in the first place is still something you’re going over and over in your head as you wait for him to come back.

his soft smile is met with your nervous one as he enters the room with two water bottles in hand, shutting the door quietly behind him — your eyes follow his lithe fingers as he turns the lock — and you watch as he places the drinks on his nightstand before turning to you.

the air suddenly feels much warmer when he sits down on the bed beside you, so close that you’re almost touching, and that fond look on his face only serves to heighten your nerves as you remember that he knows what he’s doing, and you don’t.

well… sort of.

everything happened only a few hours before.

your best friend kai had invited you to hang out with him and his roommates, a chaotic group of guys who you’ve grown to call your friends as well; even yeonjun, who you may or may not have developed the hugest crush on ever from the minute that you’d first met him.

it’d been a few months of back-and-forth, sometimes convinced that it must be mutual and other times doubting your judgement completely — has he always been this flirty, or is it your imagination when his eyes linger just a little too long? — and it was on this fateful day at their apartment when it all fell apart.

(or should you say, all came together).

everyone knows to watch out once beomgyu’s got a couple of drinks in him, so it was only a matter of time before your unlucky day came when he’d decide that you would be his glorious first victim of the afternoon; and that was exactly where you found yourself as he took it upon himself to announce to everyone in the room that you and yeonjun needed to admit you wanna fuck each other already, or else he’d “just have to do something about it himself” (whatever that meant).

to say you wanted to crawl into a ditch and die would be the biggest understatement of the century.

your wide eyes were pinned to the floor as the room erupted into multiple reactions; soobin groaning with a smack upside beomgyu’s head as he scolded the younger not to say stuff like that, taehyun’s “damn,” as he knocked back his beer to cover a laugh, kai burying his head into his hands with a shriek — he swore he didn’t mean to spill your secret to beomgyu a few weeks ago, it just slipped out — and of course, the culprit in the center laughing his ass off unphased.

the only one who had yet to say anything was…

you steeled yourself and glanced up, meeting yeonjun’s eyes that were already watching you from across the living room.

your own widened marginally.

he didn’t look disgusted. he didn’t look put off. in fact, he looked…..

your breath caught. there was a small upturn to his lips, a confirmation, the hint of a smile that solidified as he quirked a brow as if in question. as if he was asking you,

“well? what should we do about it then?”

and everything changed from there.

~

it hadn’t taken long for beomgyu’s quick-moving attention span to be directed elsewhere thanks to some faithful effort on hyuka’s part, the others following suit to spare you from the spotlight — and it was only about an hour later when you found yourself alone in the kitchen for a breather, the sounds of your friend’s quarreling and laughter slightly less eardrum-shattering now from where you stood leaning against the sink.

a few minutes passed before the sound of someone else slipping into the room grabbed your attention.

your peace quickly morphed into apprehension.

“hi,” yeonjun whispered, a small smile on his face that read somewhere between gentle and amused.

his hands were in his pockets as he came to lean casually against the counter opposite you, head tilted slightly to the side as his eyes trailed over your expression, and you cursed your mouth for going dry at the sight of him.

his simple black tank top and sweatpants combo had you fighting to keep your eyes on his face — his face, pretty and framed so nicely by silky black hair that was grown out quite a bit longer than usual these days, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it as your thighs rubbed together subconsciously.

“…hi,” you whispered back.

he breathed out a small laugh.

“i wanted to talk to you, but i didn’t want the others to hear.. figured this was a good opportunity when i saw you get up.”

“r-right..”

why am i so awkward? what the fuck? oh god wait why is he coming closer-

your hands gripped the counter behind you as yeonjun stepped forward. his voice was low, quiet, meant only for you as he stood in front of you with a look on his face that had you melting in more ways than one.

“listen... i know that we’ve never talked about this thing between us. i didn’t wanna scare you off by being too forward, but now that beomgyu ran his mouth about it…”

with a feather-light touch, yeonjun reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“well, i’m not gonna deny what he said, and i’m pretty sure that i’m right when i say.. i think you want me the same way that i want you.”

you felt heat running down your entire body like a zap of electricity.

your fried brain didn’t even have the chance to fully process before you heard beomgyu shout from the living room, “hey, what’s taking so long?!” and the scent of yeonjun’s cologne was like a drug as he leaned in and whispered in your ear,

“if you feel ready to see where this goes.. stay here with me when they go out.”

and just like that he was gone, random assortment of snacks in hand to avoid suspicion as he called back to beomgyu, “i’m coming, just couldn’t decide what to eat!”

and you slumped against the counter with legs like jelly.

~

you received a chorus of groans and boos when you told the guys you were gonna go home instead of joining them elsewhere for dinner and drinks, earning brief suspicion only from taehyun as he eyed you questioningly for a moment — their focus primarily resting on yeonjun’s uncharacteristic opt-out that he’d blamed on a sudden migraine.

you felt ridiculous as you even headed down the elevator with them to the street outside, going out of your way to be believable, rounding the corner towards the subway station until they were well out of sight before heading back up towards the apartment.

you’d’ve been lying if you said that you didn’t consider leaving yourself; your jittery nerves and quick-beating heart nearly convincing you, until you remembered the look in yeonjun’s eyes and the wetness between your legs returned.

yeonjun, choi yeonjun, one of the most popular and charismatic guys that you know — wants you.

and now here you are on his bed.

when you think about it, in your eyes yeonjun is a lot of things that you’re not; the way he just naturally draws people in, the way he carries himself, always making friends so easily; the fact that he’s genuinely cool, somehow good at everything he does and always looks hot doing it; he’s older than you — not by much, but still — and the number one thing on your mind right now:

he’s experienced.

now you’re no virgin, but your measly 1 past boyfriend is nothing in comparison to the fact that yeonjun’s ability to please a woman is a very well-checked box on his long list of skills (if beomgyu is correct about anything he’s blabbed about, at least. which today so far he seems to be).

and now, as he sits here so close to you with that same look on his face as before, that gentle smile and amused little twinkle in his eyes — well, you know right then that you’re a goner.

“hi,” he whispers, just like he did in the kitchen earlier, and you whisper it back with a shy smile.

this is the first time you’ve ever truly been alone with him.

he looks at you for a few moments, and you wonder if this is what amoebas feel like under a microscope until he places his hand on the bed beside you and rests his weight on it, by default leaning in even closer than before.

“i like you.” he says simply.

in panic mode, you resort to sarcasm - “y-yeah-“ you clear your throat - “um, yeah, i think we established that.”

his laugh sends tingles through you as a real smile not stricken with awkwardness finally blooms on your face, the ice slowly melting for you as you start to remember that right, okay, he’s a friend and not some unreachable deity (for the most part, at least).

“i.. like you too,” you respond sheepishly, and you bite your lip at the underlying shift in his tone as he keeps his eyes locked on yours and says,

“i know.”

the mood has suddenly deepened into something else.

his hand comes up to your cheek, thumb ghosting over your bottom lip as he murmurs, “is this okay?” and you don’t know when his face got so close to yours but your eyes are already threatening to flutter shut as you hum in response, lidded gaze glued to his full, pretty lips that you want so desperately all over your body.

“words, baby.” he voice is a whisper, breath warm against your lips, his own so close now that you can almost feel them —

“y-yes.”

and just like that, choi yeonjun is kissing you.

whatever you thought a real kiss was supposed to feel like, whatever kisses you had felt with your ex —

none of it compared to this.

you feel his smile when you quietly moan, his lips even softer than you had imagined, moving against yours slowly, deliberately, expertly, the hand that had been on your cheek sliding gently to the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss.

his tongue is warm and soft as it traces along your bottom lip, and you don’t care how eager you probably seem as you let it in immediately, trying not to moan again as he slips it past your lips to caress yours; you melt as he sucks lightly on your tongue before giving a teasing, gentle bite to your bottom lip as he pulls away.

you can’t even imagine how dazed you must look — but his knowing smile tells you enough.

you can’t explain it, but in that moment you gain a hunger-fueled confidence. you want to give yeonjun everything.

fuck, you want him bad.

you’re pulling him back to you faster than you can chicken out otherwise, and the pleased noise he makes as you connect your lips again only spurs you on further to do what you’ve been so badly wanting to:

you touch him, hands sliding from his shoulders up to his soft hair, pulling at it gently as his lips travel down your jaw to suckle at the skin of your neck; you moan, freely this time, eyes sliding shut and head tilting back to give him all the access he wants as you wrap an arm around his shoulders and keep him close.

his hand slides around your waist to your lower back as he slowly guides you down to lay against his sheets, your legs instinctively widening for him as he slots his hips between them, and you groan at the bulge now resting comfortably against your clothed core.

it doesn’t take long before he gently rocks his hips forwards.

you whimper, clutching to his tank top as he continues to kiss and suckle along your neck; your legs tighten around his hips and his lips tilt into a smirk against your skin as your body responds to his like it’s what it was made for, and so he does it again, this time continuing into a steady rocking pace.

the hardness of his cock drags deliciously against your center as he rolls his hips into it again and again, slow enough so that you feel everything, but firm enough that it makes your head spin and your thighs twitch with need.

“oppa,” you whisper, pleadingly, and you don’t even know what you’re asking for but you know that you just need more.

“hm?” he hums back, lips still sucking pretty bruises into your neck,

and it’s like he can read your mind as he asks with another smirk against your skin - “want more, baby?”

you nod quickly with a weak, “mhm,” and your heart jumps as his lips move up to your ear.

“tell oppa what you want.”

the husk of his voice sends shivers straight downwards.

he pulls away just enough for you to meet his eyes and you feel like a rabbit hunted down by a fox, but in your case, you never want to escape from his grasp.

“i.. i-i want…”

you can feel the heat blooming in your cheeks, remembering once again how much you haven’t experienced, and you want to tell him exactly where you want him to put his mouth — but instead your eyes avert from his as you mumble in admission,

“i-i’ve never been… well i’ve never been eaten out before. s-so.. um..”

in your peripheral you can see yeonjun’s brows lift to his hairline in disbelief. “what?”

a finger beneath your chin gently draws your gaze back to his and the genuine bewilderment in his eyes is enough to deepen your blush as he asks, “how could that bastard have possibly survived never tasting you?”

your body buzzes with electricity as your eyes widen; there’s a hunger and determination dancing in yeonjun’s stare that you’ve never been looked at with before.

his intensity makes you shiver in anticipation and it’s like you can taste the honey dripping from his words when he says,

“let me make you feel good, baby. let me give you everything that he should’ve.”

your head spins.

you’ve never felt so desired.

the second that you say okay, yeonjun places one last dizzying kiss to your lips before he’s moving down your body, guiding you out of your shirt as he slowly maps out your skin with his lips — you breathe out a sigh at the way his large hands caress you, intentionality in every touch.

eventually he sits up on his knees, pulling back from a kiss to your navel to reach for the hem of your panties. you shiver when his fingers ghost over your hips.

“lift for me,” he instructs softly, and you do, biting your lip as he begins to slowly pull them down, eyes glued to your cunt, and you watch the way his breath hitches in his throat at the strings of wetness that cling to the fabric.

“fuck,” he whispers, practically groans,

“can’t believe no one’s ever tasted such a pretty pussy before… gonna eat you so good, baby..”

you’re going out of your mind with need, his words alone sending another gush of arousal to your heat, your hungry eyes traveling down to trace the imprint of his rock-hard cock in his sweatpants.

teasingly you ghost your foot over it as he slides your panties from your ankles, and his eyes flicker up to yours as you stare back innocently; his gaze narrows and lips quirk up into a lopsided smirk as his warm hands slide up your legs.

“getting brave, now, are we?” he taunts, stopping at your thighs as he wraps his hands around them and spreads your legs open.

slowly he lowers himself between them, all the while keeping his eyes on yours, and your hips jump at the whisper of his breath against your aching cunt when he says,

“better be careful, doll… any game you try to play, i can play it better.”

and when his fingers spread you open and his lips kiss your clit, you already know that he’s ruined you for any other man.

how could you even dream of anyone else when the tip of yeonjun’s velvety tongue slips out to trace teasingly up and down your slit, or when the pad of his finger circles so lightly around your leaking hole that you might even be imagining it?

no, there’s no way you could be imagining this, not as the warmth of his mouth caresses you as he closes his lips around your clit and gently begins to suck, your head tipping back with a shudder as you whine at the feeling.

“eyes on me, princess,” he murmurs against your cunt, and when you manage to bring your gaze back to his, the sight before you is sinful.

his foxlike eyes dark and dangerous and twinkling as he watches you through his lashes, pretty lips forming a smirk that you can only feel and not see as he whispers “good girl,” - before the next thing you know, his tongue is flattening against you as he licks a firm stripe up your pussy, big hands keeping your jerking hips in place as he begins to ravish you, sucking, licking, kissing, groaning shamelessly at the taste of you and sending vibrations straight through your quivering core as you unravel beneath his touch.

“so fucking good,” he moans, sliding a finger inside of you with ease as he begins to pump it steadily in and out, practically making out with your pussy as you whimper, hands instinctively flying to his hair — you almost pull them away when suddenly he adds another digit, the stretch causing your fingers to tighten in his dark strands as your hips instinctively grind forwards against his mouth.

you’re about to apologize when yeonjun moans even deeper than before.

“that’s it, baby,” he grunts, “use my face. want it so bad, don’t you? go ahead and chase it, cum all over daddy’s tongue.”

something unholy snaps inside of you at that.

“f-fuck-” you cry, doing exactly as he said; you can’t help it as you grind your clit down on his warm tongue over and over and over, hands tightening in his hair as his fingers work impossibly faster, and a new sensation takes over you as the dam breaks and you reach your peak;

you don’t realize what’s happening at first as you’re carried through the most mind-blowing orgasm, until you feel the unusual amount of wetness soaking his sheets and hear yeonjun groaning “fuck, fuck, that’s it, baby, that’s it -“ and he’s three fingers deep as you realize you’re squirting.

it’s as though he can read your body like a book the way he can tell when it’s suddenly too much, his pace slowing gradually until he gently slides his fingers from your sopping hole, placing a final feather-light kiss to your clit before his lips and hands move to soothe your quivering thighs.

“you did so good, baby, holy shit..” the bottom half of his face is soaked in your juices as he mouths along your skin, hands massaging and caressing whatever his lips aren’t kissing;

you’re still bewildered, and can feel the raging blush on your cheeks as you’re quick to blurt in embarrassment, “i-i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to-“

“y/n.” yeonjun looks up. “seriously, that was so fucking hot, you have no idea.”

you can see in his eyes that he’s telling the truth.

“r-really?”

he laughs, finally sitting up; “baby, i- fuck, like, you actually have no fucking idea how sexy you are.” he pushes his hair out of his face and it’s only then that you realize how heavy he’s breathing, the bulge straining against his pants somehow a million times more prominent than it was earlier.

“y/n, i’m so turned on right now that i can hardly think straight. please-“

you meet his eyes again quickly,

“please, i need to be inside you.”

apparently today is the day that you learn just how crazy choi yeonjun makes you, because despite your still-twitching thighs and your pussy so sensitive that you’re sure a slight breeze would send it into overdrive, your body is quick to betray you at his toe-curling words when your walls clench from the emptiness and a fresh wave of arousal gushes from your soaked heat.

“if you don’t fuck me right now i’m gonna go clinically insane.”

his brows lift only for a moment before he’s laughing, swooping down to catch your lips in a kiss. “well we can’t have that, now, can we?”

he gets off the bed, your eyes hungrily tracking his every move as he peels the tank top from his torso and casts it to the ground; “fuck,” you whisper as your gaze trails down the defined ridges of his abs; “fuck,” you groan when he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of his sweatpants and pulls them down with his boxers in one go.

his cock is long and slender and flushed pink, the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen as you imagine the weight of it in your mouth.

if it were anyone else, you’d wanna slap the shit-eating grin right off of his face, but this is yeonjun, and the fact that he knows he’s all that only makes him 10x hotter.

you can’t tear your eyes away from his length as you sit up on your elbows to watch, and he enjoys it, pumping himself in his hand and smearing the pre-cum around his tip with a satisfied hum.

but as he reaches for the condoms in his desk drawer, you surprise both him and yourself when you stop him.

“no.”

he pauses, looking over his shoulder at you with quirked brows —

“want you to fuck me raw.”

his mouth goes dry. you can see the fire dancing in his eyes as he slowly straightens, keeping himself under control as he asks carefully,

“are you sure?”

you bite your lip and quickly nod. “wanna feel you,” you breathe, and that does it for yeonjun as he’s back on top of you in an instant, his lips pressing to yours in a searing kiss as you moan around his swirling tongue.

his hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just resting there as if to say you’re mine, and you whine deep in your chest when you feel the tip of his cock sliding through your slippery folds.

“gonna fuck this pretty pussy so full of my cum that it’ll be dripping out of it for days,” he rasps as he taps the head of his cock repeatedly over your clit, the lewd noise met with your whimpers as you grasp at his bicep.

“please,” you whine, “want it, please-!”

his hand slides from your neck down to squeeze your tit as he sits up and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder with his free hand.

“so good for me,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded and lusting as he looks down at you, dragging his shaft back and forth along your slick pussy; “such a good girl, begging for daddy.”

and when he finally pushes the head of his cock past your entrance, stretching you open as he sinks inside, stars explode behind your eyes and you nearly cum again right there on the spot.

“fuuck..” he groans in a drawn-out moan, eyes sliding shut and head tipping back as your walls suck him in, mouth falling open before he catches his plush bottom lip between his teeth and looks back down at you through hazy eyes, giving another rough squeeze to your tit in his grasp.

he slides his hand down to press against your lower belly as he bottoms out, your hips twitching as you gasp, and with his other hand he grips your leg that’s slung over his shoulder as he begins to grind his hips against yours.

you can’t breathe, can’t speak, overwhelmed by how fucking good it all feels, the head of his cock massaging places inside of you that you didn’t even know existed as he rolls his hips over and over, whispering fucked-out nothings;

how tight you are, how good you feel, how he’s gonna make you forget your own name by tomorrow.

and when he starts really moving, hips separating from yours only to connect again with a lewd slap of skin on skin each time he delivers a slow, firm thrust to your cunt, holding you in place so you don’t jolt up the bed — well, you never knew that something so delicious existed, and now that you’ve had a taste, you’re already rendered insatiable.

you paw at any part of him that you can reach, hands finding purchase on his thighs as his pace picks up into a steady rhythm, your lips moaning and pleading and begging around words that you can hardly get out of your mouth.

“look at you,” yeonjun coos breathlessly, “so drunk on my cock already.. perfect pussy made just for me, hm? taking daddy so well? good baby.”

he looks as blissed out as you feel, face wracked in pleasure as he picks up the pace, his hand so large where it still presses over your lower belly that his thumb is able to reach your clit, and the added stimulation along with the pressure of his palm sends your head lolling as you twitch and tremble underneath him.

“j-jjunie..!” you whimper, and you can’t help the nickname from slipping between your lips; you’ve never called him so intimately before, never said his name so freely, but your accidental drop of honorifics seems to stir something inside of him as he groans and fucks you harder;

“say that again,” he grunts as you gasp out from the sudden increase in pace.

“jjunie,” you keen immediately, gripping the sheets, gripping his arms, gripping anything as a muttered curse leaves his lips and his thumb circles faster around your aching clit.

“love it when you say my name, fuck,” he groans, hips slamming into yours and jolting you like a ragdoll as you cry out for him, the knot in your stomach tightening so fast that you swear it’s about to snap, and when he leans forward with your leg still gripped over his shoulder and his cock pounding into you at a far deeper angle than before, fireworks fill your vision as you cum around him harder than you’ve ever came in your life.

“yes, yes, yes, fuck, that’s it, cream on my cock, baby, fuck you’re so- s-so tight, fuck- just like that, let go for me, baby, good girl-“

yeonjun’s voice sounds far away as you spasm around him, his thrusts growing sloppier as your cunt clenches him so tight that it nearly forces him out; he lowers your leg back down to the bed and slows down a little to let you catch your breath but he doesn’t stop, and your watery whimpers are like music to his ears as you clutch onto him desperately.

“t-too much, too much-!” you hiccup, tears spilling from your eyes at all the overwhelming sensations, but you don’t actually want him to stop and he knows it too — he coos at you, hand sliding up to rest on your throat again as he leans down and licks a stripe up your neck to your ear.

“you can give me one more, baby, can’t you?”

a shiver rolls down your spine at the devilish smile in his voice, sweet like honey as he catches your earlobe between his teeth.

“one more so daddy can stuff you nice and full.”

your pussy clenches. “w-want your cum,” you whimper dumbly in response, too fucked out to think of anything else, and yeonjun smiles as he leans back and runs his hands down your body until they reach your hips and squeeze.

“i know,” his thrusts are still steady as he watches you with twinkling eyes; “and i’m gonna give it to you.”

your eyes widen in protest as he suddenly slides out of you without a warning, but the words die in your throat and are replaced with a squeak of surprise when he flips you over onto your stomach instead.

“ass up for me, pretty girl.”

you obey immediately with what strength you have left in your shaky limbs, a quiet whine escaping your throat over not being able to see or touch him anymore.

his little laugh from behind you indicates that he caught it.

“don’t worry, baby,” he soothes as his hands massage over your ass, “we have all the time in the world.”

your heart doesn’t even have time to skip a beat at the promise of his words when suddenly his tongue is on your pussy, your knees nearly buckling at the heat of his mouth as he licks from your clit up to your fluttering hole, and you gasp as he spits on it before his cock enters you fully in one single thrust.

you cry out, knees buckling for real this time as he holds you up, sheets crumpled in your fists as his hips immediately pick up into a quick, dizzying pace.

“love the way you fall apart around me,” he murmurs from behind you, squeezing your ass, “love how you take me so well…”

you want to touch him so badly, want to see the pleasure pooling in his eyes; you don’t have time to respond before he lands a smack on your ass, your surprised squeak spurring him on as he does it again, drilling into your cute little hole like it was made just for him as he breathes out a moan.

from this angle he can see the way your pussy swallows him so hungrily, and his grip on your hips tightens as he drags you back and forth on his cock.

“love.. l-love your.. love this so much… w-wanna be yours…”

he almost misses your dazed mumbling over the loud sound of his hips slapping lewdly against your ass, but he makes out what you said, heart swelling in his chest and cock simultaneously twitching inside of you as he leans forward, his palm sliding up along your spine to brush the hair from your fucked-out face as he pushes your body down against the sheets, chest pressed to your back now and breath caressing your ear as he continues rocking his hips even deeper.

“you’re mine, baby, you’re mine..” he whispers between kisses along your jaw, a reassurance, your soft whimper of a response causing him to bite back a smile as he continues,

“i’ve wanted you for so long.. can’t believe i finally get to have you.” his hand slips beneath you to toy with your throbbing clit, and your ass grinds back against him as a result as you moan wantonly into his sheets.

“i’ve been yours since the.. fuck.. since the second i s-saw you..fuck, p-please don’t stop..!”

your hips are moving with his now as he works your clit faster, mustering your strength and pushing your weight back as you desperately try to fuck yourself on his cock, on his fingers, chasing the rising wave in your belly that’s threatening to break as he meets your quickening movements with his own.

“touch yourself for me, baby,” he murmurs in your ear before removing his hand and propping himself up on his forearms, allowing for a more concentrated angle as he ruts into you, your choked moan muffled by the sheets as you immediately slide one hand down to rub rapidly at your clit, your other one weakly moving to tangle your fingers with his the best that you can;

“gonna cum, gonna cum,” you whimper, drool pooling at your lips, the scent of yeonjun’s cologne and the weight of his body on yours like pure intoxication as he fucks you harder, breaths heavy and staggering in your ear as he grunts,

“cum for me, baby, need to feel it, cum all over my fucking cock-“

and when your third orgasm washes over you, you’re too weak to do anything but let it, body going limp as it wracks over you in pure bliss, the warm feeling of your clenching walls finally sending yeonjun over the edge this time as he shoots his cum into you with a loud and drawn-out moan, voice breaking as he spews filthy words and incoherent curses; he presses his hips impossibly deep against yours before stuttering into sloppy thrusts to fuck himself through the rest of his orgasm as your fluttering pussy milks his cock of every last drop.

the room grows silent save for your heavy breaths, both of your chests heaving as his forehead slumps down to rest against your back; you didn’t realize how tightly you were holding onto his hand until you carefully untangle your fingers from his.

he hisses from the sensitivity as he slides his twitching length out of you.

you look at yeonjun as he rolls off of your back and flops exhaustedly onto his side next to you, and when he meets your eyes, there’s only a passing moment of silence before you both giggle.

his smile is fond and blooming with affection as he rubs a hand up and down your back, moving to smoothe the hair from your face and gently brushing his knuckles across your cheek before resting his hand on top of yours.

“hi,” he whispers.

you giggle again.

“hi,” you whisper back.

“so.. would this be a good time to ask you to be my girlfriend?”

your heart skips a beat and you bite back a smile. “i was worried you’d just want to stick to the sex..” you admit.

yeonjun shakes his head, lips forming into an endearing pout as he laces his fingers with yours.

“nah, you’re stuck with me now, princess,” he grins. “i meant what i said… i’ve been wanting you for so long.”

an indescribable feeling flutters in your chest as you giddily turn your head to bury your face in the sheets, yeonjun laughing as he shuffles closer, rolling you over onto your back despite your giggle-ridden, poorly-executed attempts to fight him off.

you grin up at him and he grins down at you, hovering over you now with a hand on your cheek as his endeared eyes trail over each of your features as if to memorize them.

“my girl,” he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear.

you tilt your head up to meet his lips when he leans in and kisses you softly, your hands playing with the long hair at the nape of his neck.

“i meant what i said too,” you murmur against him.

“mine since the second you saw me, huh?” yeonjun’s cocky grin is light and teasing as you scrunch your nose at him, flicking his forehead and sending him into another pout.

“yeah, yeah. whatever, pretty boy.”

instead of responding he buries his face in your neck in a flurry of kisses as you squeal in surprise, laughing as you wiggle around underneath him;“stop, that tickles!”

“gotta make up for all the lost time when i didn’t make a move,” he reasons as his kisses move to your cheeks, your nose, your lips — you’ve never seen this side of yeonjun before, so soft and gentle and sweet; the fact that it seems reserved only for you sends butterflies fluttering through your tummy.

you spend your evening like that, wrapped in each other’s arms as you talk about your relationship, talk about the feelings that led you here, talk about this and that and everything in-between;

“does this count as our first date?” you ask quizzically. he wrinkles his nose.

“no way, i’m gonna do the most romantic shit ever for that.”

you snort. “isn’t that what this is?”

but you don’t have the chance to tease him any further when the beeping sound of his apartment passcode being entered causes you both to freeze.

you were so caught up that neither of you considered the time; nor the fact that yeonjun does indeed have 4 other roommates who would in fact be coming home at some point or another.

that some point apparently being now as the rowdy chatter of your friends erupts into the foyer until you suddenly hear soobin’s tipsy mumble. “what the… what are y/n’s shoes doing here?”

you and yeonjun turn to look at each other as your friends’ voices fall silent.

the seconds pass and you almost wonder if you’re in the clear…

but of course, no peace lasts forever with beomgyu in the house.

“OH MY GOD,” he screams.

“THEY FUCKED!”

[anthemofgvf]

Teacher’s Pet: Sam Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

description: when college becomes more interesting from your history with your music professor, you decide to take him up on a private piano lesson to rekindle what once was.

word count: 6.6k+

trope: student reader x professor sam (college au!)

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warnings after cut…

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warnings: large amount of plot, angst, smut (18+ minors dni!), voyeurism, soft dom! sam, fluff, teacher x adult reader, inappropriate relations, swearing, begging, fingering, oral (fem! and male receiving), handjob, overstimulation, praise kink, unprotected sex, minimal aftercare

a/n: this may not be everyone’s cup of tea, and that’s okay! would also like to reiterate that reader IS a legal adult. i figured that would be clear considering this is a college au but i just wanted to state it once before the story itself does. all actions are consensual, and i do not condone un-consensual acts. with that being said, enjoy;)

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Starting college at Michigan State University at the age of twenty-one, you walked onto campus with a sense of anticipation and determination that set yourself apart from your younger peers. Your journey to this point had been conventional, marked by years of playing piano at home purely for joy, and finding an intense passion for music itself. Now, as a music theory major, you were ready to immerse yourself in the academic study of music, eager to delve into the intricacies of composition, harmony, and the structures that underpin the art form you love. Your path to college might have been delayed, but your passion for music had only grown stronger with time, making your arrival at the university both a new beginning and a cumulation of years of dedication.

But you were gifted a surprise on your first day in your "Music Theory 101" class when you sat near the front - only a few rows back on the far left, and your professor walked in. The cool fall air of Michigan allowed for him to wear a navy blue long-sleeve and a multicolored-purple scarf, with grey plaid dress pants. He clearly was taller than most, but the boots that he paired with his outfit granted him a few extra inches.

You started to analyze the features of his face, seeing something so familiar in him that you couldn't quite pinpoint. His long, brunette hair that held a light wave with a well-kept mustache and goatee. Something about his eyes were the most recognizable to you with the way they scanned the room slowly, then focusing in on papers on his podium. And as soon as he began to speak and introduce himself to you and your peers, the memories came flooding back into your brain, and you had to hold yourself back from gasping. But you couldn't contain your eyes from widening.

"Hello everyone," he began, "welcome to 'Music Theory 101.'" He said with a smile. "I'm Professor Kiszka, and I'll be teaching this course. I've been teaching music theory for about three years now."

You knew who he was. He was Mr. Kiszka, or Sam, as back then you were able to call him that because he wasn't the hugest fan of being called 'Mr. Kiszka'. He was your student teacher your senior year of high school in your band class. He would help your teacher as if he were a teacher's aide, yet also helped teach the class and was a mentee to your teacher. You couldn't even believe your chances of having him as an actual teacher, let alone even seeing his face again. And God, how he has changed from the guy you once knew. But he'd always be 'Sam' to you, whether you'd call him by his first name or not. You preferred not to take your chances anyways.

You and he had created a small friendship, or better described as a mutualistic relationship, but it went nowhere beyond because being friends would cross the boundaries that the school board had put into place. But it was more than likely for the better, because you had a massive crush on him that accumulated over time with the semester. You were keen to his wit, his attention to detail - his talent in music. Not to mention he had a great sense of humor and was outgoing that paired perfectly with his great looks. You remembered being saddened that you were not going to see him again after your last class of the semester, and while although he gave you a hug and a smile, he had said to you,

"You'll see me again, y/n, I'm sure of it," with a wink.

And somehow, he had predicted the future.

After he gave the class a short introduction, which you surely had missed from reminiscing about the past, he had begun to read down the list of students for attendance. Your heart began to bang against your ribcage with anticipation, with wonderance of if he would even remember you. After all, you were just another student he saw in the school day.

"Y/n L/n?" He had called out, searching for you amongst the crowd.

You shot your eyes up, looking at him as you lightly raised your hand and said, "Here."

He smiled at you, the same smile he always wore. His eyes lightly squinted, and his face lit up with a knowing expression.

"You went to Frankenmuth High School, right?" He pointed his pen out to you with his teeth still on display.

"Yeah, yeah I did." You nodded.

You felt everyone's eyes on you - all 40 something students that filled the lecture hall. He remembered you, and you had forgotten how nervous you would get when his eyes lingered upon you for too long. Surely your face was flushed pink for the whole class to examine, but you were praying the lights were dim enough to hide your complexion.

"It's nice to see you again, y/n." He nodded towards you, closing his mouth to soften his smile and focus his attention back onto the list and calling out other names.

The entire class all you could do was watch his facial expressions, the way he walked and used his hands in conversation and lecture. The way his hair flew with his head whenever he changed directions, the way his voice articulated words. And, surely watching him give the class a demonstration on the piano was going to be the death of you. Time had made him more attractive, and his knowledge of you was somehow a worser fate than going unknown.

He put his whole body into his demonstration, leaning into the keys and throwing his head back every so often. His shoulders would raise in a rigid motion, then relaxing back down whilst his fingers danced along the white keys. You began to press your thighs tightly together and place your fist over your mouth as you watched him intently. You were unsure of how you were going to survive this class for a semester.

But after that first day, he had called you over to his podium. Although the conversation was light, asking you how you've been, wondering what you were going to college for exactly, you couldn't help but feel unprepared to talk to him. He always had a way with words, and anything that came out of his mouth was pure poetry. You just felt like you were blabbing nonsense to him. But he cared what you had to say. He laughed at your jokes, nodded along to show you he was listening. He had not changed one bit after all these years, other than time aging him only enough to present himself as more of a mature adult, but his striking personality stayed intact.

As the semester went on, and you stopping by Sam's desk every so often after class, assignments were assigned. One big project that was presented was to perform a cover on the piano that showcased your level of talent on the keys - 30 measures to be exact. A different assignment was given to those who were incapable of playing the piano, which was to compose a piece instead on an instrument of their choosing, but you took the route of playing on the instrument you enjoyed the most.

With this assignment, he had allowed students to make appointments with him during his office hours for free lessons and guidance on their piece. And as soon as he had announced this, you had booked an appointment.

And that's where you were headed right now: A one-on-one meeting with Professor Kiszka. To say you were nervous was an understatement. His attention was all yours, and there was no avoiding his gaze by sinking into your chair. The only thing that you had repeated in your head was that he was no stranger, and you knew how to hold a conversation with him. Act normal, you said to yourself, act normal.

You pushed open one of the large doors of the classroom that groaned and creaked as it allowed your entrance. Sam had his back to you from across the lecture hall, hunched over as he played a song that was unrecognizable to you on the piano. Whatever it was, it sounded beautiful.

The doors slammed shut behind you as you walked in, which caught Sam's attention. He whipped his head over his shoulder as his fingers relaxed from the keys, and he lifted his wrist up to examine his watch.

"Guess it is that time, huh?" He said out loud, although he was mainly speaking to himself. "Come on in, y/n."

"Forgot I was coming in, Professor Kiszka?" You said with a smirk.

"I'm always forgetting the time as it passes," he chuckled lightly, "surely you'll forgive me."

You walked over to him as he rose from the bench with a light smile, extending his arm towards the piano to motion for you to sit. He wore an ironed white button down, and worn-out jeans that have seen better days. Casual attire: a bit astray from what he normally wears.

You stopped in front of him. "I guess just this once I will." You said to him, then taking your seat on the bench and keeping your posture straightened.

"Alright, y/n," he shook his head with a smile, "what's your song of choice then? Can't pick anything you've played for me before."

You cocked your head to the side as you gave him a pondering look. "There's no way you remember anything I played three years ago."

He pressed his lips together and thought for a moment, then looking down to you with a smile.

"Maybe I do, or maybe I don't. Just seems like you're trying to stall on playing your piece for me." He said to you. "There's nothing to be nervous about, y/n."

You shook your head with a light sigh. "I'll have to test your memory another time then."

He nodded at you. "So, what piece of music did you choose?"

"I chose 'Rhapsody in Blue,' sir." You spoke to him. "I remember you performing it for the class after finals were over, and I've been in love with the piece ever since."

He seemed almost shocked that he had made such an impact on you, one that was still intact after all these years. He gave you an earnest, genuine smile as he placed his hand on his heart.

"It means a lot to me that I played an influential role in your musical journey. Did you learn it after I performed the piece?" He asked.

You nodded with a giggle. "Embarrassingly yes, yes I did." You refrained from eye contact as you felt your face becoming hot.

He raised a brow. "So, this is a piece you're familiar with?" You looked back to him with a singular nod. "Then what is your reasoning for spending time with me during my office hours, y/n? I never knew of you to not be confident in yourself."

You stuck your tongue into your cheek. "Just wanted to make sure that I was playing the piece up to par, and I so happen to enjoy our conversations. Figured we'd be able to catch up a bit during this meeting."

"Is that so, y/n?" He smirked at you. His tongue ran across his bottom lip as he looked down at you. It was almost as if there were words that lingered upon his tongue, yet he was unable to muster the courage to let them roll off smoothly. He had opened his mouth for a moment, then shut it with a grin. "Well, then how about we see how well you can perform this piece, huh? If there's enough time after, I don't see anything wrong with catching up a bit more." His grin was near seductive, although he was talking about a topic pure as white. Something about the way his eyes captivated yours that had your body telling you to either look away flustered, or to hold onto his eyes to match his intimidating gaze.

But rather than look at him any longer, you chose to take in a deep breath in preparation to perform for him. You straightened yourself up once more and saw him leave your sight from the corner of your eye.

"Just a bit too tense, y/n." He said softly to you, placing his hands onto your shoulders gently. "Relax for me."

As if that sentence alone didn't have you feeling even more tense, you closed your eyes and found it within yourself to relax, and to forget that it was Sam's doing for making your nerves skyrocket.

You began the piece, fluttering your eyes open and playing it as you learned it. Some of your mannerisms matched the way Sam played the piece - at least back then, just because you admired how beautiful he looked whilst performing. You were certain that if he hadn't become a teacher, he'd be on a stage performing in front of thousands.

You were lost in the music, lost in your motions and the way your fingers traveled alongst the keys in perfect harmony. So lost that you hadn't realized Sam's hands had left your shoulders, moving to stand near the front of the piano, watching you perform. All you could do was focus on playing as perfectly as you could for him, because if you were to look up and see his admiring stare, you would have forgotten the rest of the piece.

And so, you finished, watching your fingers dance along the last few keys and resting your hands onto your thighs, keeping your eyes down only for a moment before cautiously allowing yourself to look up and see his chin resting into his palm, wearing a large grin that he never seemed to wipe from his face.

"That was," he began to stride slowly towards you, "near perfection."

You followed his movements with your eyes. "Near?"

He sat next to you on the bench, holding onto your eyes. "You lost yourself a bit with the tempo, is all. I'm not shameful to a bit of artistic expression, but that would be for another project. But it's nothing that can't be fixed quickly."

"So, then it's a good thing that I made this appointment, hm? Without your expertise I wouldn't have known to slow down a bit." You said to him.

He huffed a laugh with an amused expression. "What's your game here? Sarcasm or flattery?"

You took a glance at his parted lips, locking eyes with him again. "Your guidance, Professor Kiszka."

He shook his head at you with a knowing look yet dismissing your counter remark and sliding closer to you.

"Well, for one, you should raise your arms a bit higher above the keys." He slid his hands under your forearms and raised them up slightly, being ever-so gentle with his touch. With how close he peered over your shoulder, you were certain if you were to turn to him, your nose would brush against his.

However, you wouldn't have been bothered by it if it were to occur. The opportunity presented itself when he had willingly brought himself even closer to you. Whether you would dare to do it was not on your mind right now, as you were tuning into the feeling of his coarse hands holding your forearms and making them weightless.

You could feel his exhaled breath just barely hit the side of your neck, and your body almost reacted with a shudder. Rather, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, and suddenly you had become more aware of how many breaths you were taking in.

"And to help keep tempo," Sam slowly slid his hands off your arms, placing his hand lightly onto your thigh, "I'll tap on beat." He said as he began tapping onto your jeans lightly.

You dared to turn towards him and flick your eyes at his parted lips, locking onto his stare and feeling the inability to look away. You were certain the face you were displaying was one of desperation, of want.

But to him, it didn't appear that way. "Is this...okay?" He had said with a hint of worry. Maybe he didn't want to read into your facial expressions too much.

"Yes, yes it's okay." You gave him a reassured smile, along with a small nod, and tore yourself away from his gaze.

You began to play once more, trying to keep your mind on your fingers hitting the keys at the right pace rather than the fact that Sam's hand was on your thigh. The act was supposed to be innocent, a teacher merely helping his student perfect their piece, but to you, it was hard to feel anything pure towards your professor.

With the way his chin nearly rested onto your shoulder, to his steady breaths that matched yours as you played, to the low humming you could hear in your ear as your fingers danced along the piano. How did he expect you to focus when he was closer to you than ever before? When all you were thinking about was how easily it would be to kiss him, to give into him.

"What's on your mind, y/n?" He whispered to you.

You had continued playing, trying to keep up with the tempo he had set on your thigh.

"What do you mean?" You said without missing a beat.

"I can tell you're not focused. You're playing the piece properly, but your mind is somewhere else." He removed his hand from your thigh, which caused you to stop playing.

You turned to him. "I'm just a bit distracted, that's all. I'm sorry, Professor." You pressed your lips together, flicking your eyes down to avoid his gaze. A low sigh escaped his mouth as he watched gravity tilt your head down.

But then you felt his finger hook under your chin, lifting it up to meet his eyes. Every detail of his face was on display, and you couldn't focus your eyes on a single piece of his complexion - it was all something you wanted to remember so intricately.

"Am I distracting you?" He took a glance at your lips only for a discreet moment, then focusing in on your eyes and searched within them for an answer that you had yet to put out into the air.

"Maybe," you began, "what if I said that you were?"

Your bold statement had nearly taken him aback, with his hand removing itself from under your chin, and a light chuckle with the shake of his head as he composed himself. His hand ran to the back of his neck, then finding its resting place on the top of his thigh.

He leaned back slightly, the playful glint in his eyes dimming to something more contemplative. "Then I'd have to ask why," he murmured, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. "Why do you find me distracting?" The air between you seemed to thicken with unspoken words and unsaid possibilities, leaving you teetering on the edge of where his mind was at.

You took a hard swallow, tugging at the inside of your bottom lip and praying that you weren't about to make an embarrassing mistake.

Your heart raced as you decided to take the plunge. "Because" you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "I've never been able to keep myself composed long enough around you. And, now that we're alone, it's become increasingly hard to even think straight."

His eyes widened slightly, the seriousness of your confession hanging between you two like a fragile thread.

He moved closer, his warm breath just barely grazing the tip of your nose. "Maybe that's not such a bad thing," he said softly, his lips hovering just inches from yours, leaving you breathless and wondering if he was about to close the distance between you. "But you know what the rules are, right, y/n?"

"Do you plan on getting caught?" Your question hung in the air, heavy with implication. You felt a shiver run down your spine as the reality of the situation hit you. How the proximity had almost fizzled out in between you, the way Sam held your eyes in the most captivating way, taking only a millisecond to peak at your lips before returning to your gaze.

"Didn't know of you to be such a risk taker, y/n." He said to you with a steady voice.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of your lips, trying to mask the nervous flutter in your chest. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Sam," you replied, your voice just as steady, matching his intensity.

His gaze flickered with curiosity and something deeper, something that made your pulse quicken more than it already was. "Sam?" He smirked. "As much as I like you calling me 'Professor,' I've missed hearing you say my name."

"I'll say it as many times as you want me to," you said softly, flicking your eyes to his lips before returning back to his gaze.

"Then start now," he murmured, his tone a blend of challenge and invitation. He inched closer, his breath mingling with yours, the space between you almost nonexistent now.

"Sam," you barely voiced.

"Again." He said as his lips were just barely brushing against yours. His hand gently traced the line of your jaw.

"Sam." You repeated for him.

He closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips in a kiss that was as much a promise as it was a risk, practically whimpering into his mouth the second you got a taste whatever flavored ChapStick he wore.

His hand cupped your cheek, while his other hand rested on your thigh. You willingly fell into the touch, placing one of your hands onto his white button down, and the other beginning to tangle itself in his hair. You were merely breathless with the deepening of the kiss quickly becoming apparent, and now you were just desperate to run your hands under his shirt - to feel his warm skin under your touch.

Without unlocking your lips from his, you began to unbutton his shirt, and while he noticed, he allowed you to continue, pulling the shirt off of his shoulders and throwing it wherever it may land onto the ground.

His fingers crept under the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up to let every inch of your body feel that singular motion, and as soon as the tips of his fingers hit your bra, you were removing your mouth from his and finishing the job.

"You're eager." He teased at you, tugging at your bottom lip as he encapsulated your lips onto his again.

Instead of giving him a pitiful response into his mouth, you undid your bra with little struggle and threw it off of you whilst scooting yourself closer to your professor. His cold hands almost stung against your bare sides, yet soothed your heated skin as he ran them up slowly, finding your breasts and toying with them tenderly. A soft whine escaped out of your mouth, and in return, his mouth made its journey of running from your jawline, then to your neck, and to your collarbone.

Before you had even realized it, your hand was sliding down his chest, finding his bulge and cupping it. His groan vibrated against your neck, sucking lightly and digging his teeth into your neck as you threw your head back.

You had found yourself already breathless, squeezing your thighs together as your mind wondered to the inevitable. You lightly squeezed on Sam's bulge, hoping that he would mutter another sound for you to listen to.

But he removed himself from you with a heaving chest, unbuckling his belt as he stood up in front of you. While his eyes were first locked in at undoing the material holding up his pants, he then looked to you, pulling and shimmying off his jeans that were caught at his ankles. His briefs followed suit with his motion, and his cock sprung out in front of you.

Without hesitation, you had wrapped your hand around his length, keeping his eyes locked on yours as you pursed your lips and allowed spit to dribble from your mouth onto his cock. His mouth parted slightly, watching as your hand ran up and down him at an agonizingly slow pace. You gave him a small smile, one that had him caressing the side of your face and running his hand to the back of your head.

As he tousled with your hair, you pressed your lips softly onto his tip, then sliding him into your mouth. You watched as he threw his head back, groaning in a deep sigh and lightly tugging at the hair on the back of your head. You kept your hand pumping slowly at his base, while your head bobbed up and down his length.

The sensation of your soft, skilled mouth moving with rhythmic precision drew a deep moan from his lips. Your tongue danced expertly, exploring every inch, while your eyes remained fixed on his as he let his head fall back down towards you, drinking in every reaction. He was entranced with your motions and the way you effortlessly brought him such bliss.

His breathing had become unsteady, tugging at his bottom lip as he tugged your hair back which in return removed your mouth from him. You looked up to him eagerly, and in silence, he slowly fell to his knees at your mercy.

He looked beautiful bowed before you, unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans in a fluid motion, then dipping his thumbs under the denim, and wrapping his hands onto your sides that were hugged by the material. He slid them down slowly, and while doing so, you had lifted yourself up just enough to aid him in fully removing your jeans and panties. He had tossed them to the side, and once he looked back to you, your legs were pressed together.

You had found yourself shy with the vulnerability shared with him. Fully exposed to Sam, permanently imprinting this image of yourself in his brain that he would not dare to allow slip from his mind. His hands came to your knees as he noticed the sudden pink hue in your face.

"Open your legs for me, pretty girl." He said in a hoarse voice whilst he massaged your kneecaps. His demand was calm, and not one that meant to rush you. And you could feel the soothing, comforting energy that he was emulating in this moment that had you realizing he found you breathtaking - every single part of you.

So, you gave in willingly, looking at him with lustful eyes as you spread your legs apart slowly. His eyes were locked in onto your heat. Your bare form was being traced by his eyes, marveling at the curvatures of your body that seemed almost ethereal to him. He could not bring himself to speak a word, but rather sigh in reverence as his head inched closer and closer in between your thighs. It was if he was at your mercy, willing to give up anything and everything just to please you.

His lips pressed softly against the inners of your left thigh, and you had found yourself gasping lightly with a choked breath at the tender impact. Your hand relaxed at the back of his head as you massaged it, just as he did for you before, and a small grin curled onto his lips as he pressed more, soft kisses against your thighs, even sucking softly onto the skin. You were on the verge of begging for his mouth on you but resisted the urgency to see how Sam wanted to navigate himself around your body.

He raised his middle and ring finger to you, looking up at you submissively before uttering a soft, "open," to you. You quickly obeyed, parting your lips and letting him insert his fingers into your mouth, and resting them onto your tongue. You sucked slowly onto his fingers, swirling your tongue around his digits and allowing him to withdrawal them from your mouth.

And he kept his eyes locked on yours, watching intently for your reaction as he slowly inserted his two fingers inside of you. You gasped lightly, jolting forward with your back arched and your hands smashed onto the keys of the piano behind you as Sam curled his fingers. He broke from your eyes to see your hands clenched onto the keys and allowed a small smirk to curl onto his lips. He let that be his only reaction and continued to move his fingers.

You threw your head back as his other hand snaked up your body and lightly massaged your left breast. Your eyes were barely shut, mouth agape and allowing any sound bubbling in your throat out quietly. You had tugged onto the back of his head harshly as soon as you felt his tongue onto your clit, with your thighs squeezing tightly around his head and muffling your moans. As much as he wanted to push your legs apart to listen to every melodic sound that came from your mouth, he wasn't going take away from your bliss.

His tongue circled around your clit at a steady pace, with his fingers quickening to draw your moans out even more. You were tugging at your bottom lip as you rolled your hips into Sam's motions. You couldn't help but admire the view below you: your professor's eyes shut softly, seeming perfectly content in between your legs as he licked and sucked at your clit. He was already in tune with your body, knowing what made you feel good, and exactly what to do to send you over the edge.

You felt the knowing pressure in the pit of your stomach; a knot desperate to be unraveled by your orgasm. Your moans became strained - whiney.

"Sam, fuck, just like that." You slurred. Your hand had yet again found itself bracing against the keys of the piano, pressing a multitude of keys that didn't make the most beautiful melody, but the irony of that was it didn't matter what it sounded like. It mattered how it felt, which it perfectly conveyed.

You were arching your back away from the piano as your thighs trembled around Sam's head, calling out his name once more as your head fell forward and your breathing quickened. You alerted him of your orgasm, and all he did was continue his motions, calming them and seizing their existence after dragging out your high.

"You okay?" He looked up to you, removing his fingers slowly from your entrance and encapsulating them into his mouth to lick them clean.

You shuddered, and quickly swallowed and nodded at him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." You laughed lightly.

He rose from his knees, standing before you still fully erect. You had forgotten how perfectly carved his abdomen was, how desirable him in his vulnerably, bare entirety was.

His fingers pressed from below your chin, lifting your eyes up to his own and holding a soft smile yet again.

"Are you okay to keep going?"

You smiled at him and his concern that just barely washed over his face.

"Yes, Sam." You nodded, reaching out for his face and him almost immediately complying.

He smashed his lips onto yours as you pulled yourself up from the bench. Your bodies melted into each other in a feverish rush, hands frantically exploring once more to remember the feeling of each other's skin. His hand had found the small of your back, guiding you to rotate to where you were now standing where he originally was.

His mouth kept on yours, slowly sitting down onto the bench and losing your lips with the action. You stood before him, watching his eyes fall to your thighs, where his hands began running slowly up and stopping at your waist.

He met your eyes again with his tongue darting out in between his lips. His touch was both tentative and possessive, as if memorizing every curve and contour. You could feel the heat radiating from his palms and igniting that fire once more.

He pulled you closer, his grip firm yet gentle, urging you to straddle his lap. As you settled into him, he had a hand on the base of his cock, dragging it alongst your sensitive folds that had you whimpering from the slight overstimulation. He looked to you once more to look for any sign of discomfort, but you placed your hands onto his shoulders, and lined yourself up with him.

You had sunk down onto him slowly and could not help breathing a relieved moan. He, on the other hand, released a guttural groan as you fully rested with him completely inside of you. His hands gripped onto your hips, breathing already unsteady, and beginning to guide you at a slow pace.

"Shit, y/n," he breathed, "you feel so perfect." He watched you grind your hips into him and continued. "You are so perfect."

You ran a hand from his shoulder and to his neck, finding his cheek and giving him a lustful smile. You were warm around his bare cock, tight and sucking him in perfectly. Your mind was dizzy with the thought of this all being a reality unfolding at this very moment; dizzy with the way he was making you feel.

You began to bounce at a steady pace, feeling his hips buck into you lightly to help alleviate some of the work on your end. He could tell you were tired. You were lazily chasing your next orgasm, although desperate for yours again and to help him find his, but your energy almost begged to deny it.

His left hand found a home onto the piano keys for leverage, lightly wincing at the sudden noise that filled the nearly silent room. You looked at him and smiled lightly, holding back your laughter at the noise.

"Doesn't sound too good." You teased.

He shook his head at you, furrowing his brows as he battled full euphoria taking over his being and disallowing a response from him. His breath came in short, ragged bursts as he tried to focus, the dissonant chord fading into the background of his awareness.

With a slow, deliberate movement, his thumb pressed into your hipbone, anchoring himself in the reality of your presence. The look in his eyes was a mix of passion and frustration, struggling to form words but failing as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed him.

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, a silent promise that you understood. His fingers flexed on the piano keys, creating a soft, accidental melody that echoed the unspoken rhythm of your connection. Even when he's not trying, he can make something beautiful out of a small mistake.

Yours and his's movements became quicker, both of you voicing your satisfaction with breathy moans, mixing swears and each other's names into the lustful air. Your hand ran to the back of his head, tousling with the damp hair and resting your forehead onto his. You both were a sweaty mess, which had you and him sticking to one another. It would be a battle to unravel yourself from him after this, but you warranted that.

He had a harsher grip onto your hip. His fingers dug into the plush skin while his thrusts became unsteady. He removed his hand from the piano and let you carry the pace on as his thumb circled onto your clit. You called out to him in a hushed moan, feeling your second orgasm creeping up quickly. Even though you warned him, he did not care. He wanted that.

"Cum for me again, y/n." He quickened his finger, pressing down onto your lower stomach. "Cum. For. Me." He repeated with gritted teeth.

Your eyebrows pulled together, locking your eyes with his as you reached your high almost immediately and pulled your head back from him with a hand pressed against his chest. You trembled against him and rode yourself through your high, with a high-pitched gasp shooting out from your mouth while you squeezed around him. And although your head was still fuzzy, you kept going for him.

He muttered your name in a warning, lifting you up from his lap just enough for him to pull out from you. You had sat yourself onto the middle portion of his thighs, far enough for him to finish himself off by painting his stomach and hand with his cum. You couldn't tear your eyes from him as he heaved and looked at the mess he had made, lightly chuckling to himself. You found his laughter and matched it, tucking your bottom lip behind your front teeth and smiling.

He reached for your lips once more, pressing a gentle, meaningful kiss onto your mouth as he cupped your cheek with his dry hand. And once your lips parted from his, you found the pattern of his breathing and controlled your own to emulate his.

He lifted his wrist to look at the time, and you in turn gave him a puzzled look whilst throwing your arms around his neck.

"Have another appointment today?" You said to him with slight disappointment. You had almost forgotten where you two were.

"I unfortunately do." He replied. "And I'd suggest we should clean ourselves up now and make it look like we did not just have sex on this fucking piano." He chuckled.

You quickly obeyed, standing up quickly and running over to his podium where he had a tissue box. You knew you were to return home and shower, but for now, this would suffice. Besides, you didn't know how much time you had before a student would walk in, so both of you focused on yourselves.

You had found your phone and quickly switched to the camera to make sure your hair wasn't too much of a mess, along with your makeup. Thankfully, it was a quick fix for anything out of place, and you took care of it while Sam finished buttoning up his shirt.

After you had placed your phone in the back pocket of your jeans, you walked over to him.

"Do you do this with all of your students?" You questioned him with sarcasm.

He shook his head with a breathy chuckle. "Only the ones I like." He shrugged, catching onto your teasing.

You giggled at his response, choosing to leave the teasing behind in fear of the unknown amount of time you had left with him. "So, I'll see you tomorrow for class then?" You rocked on your heels.

"Well, I'd hope so," he smiled at you, sliding his hand onto your waist and pulling you closer. "Will I start seeing you outside of class, too?"

You felt a rush of warmth from his touch, a sense of comfort that had now been familiarized to you. "I think we can arrange that." You said in a playful manner as you placed the palms of your hands onto his chest.

His thumb traced small circles on your waist, his expression softening with a mixture of desire and affection. "Good," he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against yours once more. "I look forward to it."

After you had parted from his lips again, you reluctantly pulled away from him and made your way to the doors of the lecture hall. You were hoping that whatever student was to come next wasn't outside already, because by the burning sensation that filled your cheeks, you could not hide that something had occurred beyond the lesson with him. With your professor.

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[johnnycakesswitch]

Fuck it big brother Two-Bit headcanons

• him and his sister are so close since his mom works really often

• I hc her to be like 10 so they’re like 8 years apart

• she had the hugest crush on like all of the gang at some point and he thinks it’s absolutely hilarious

• speaking of the gang, they all really like her and think she’s adorable, Two-Bit brings her around every now and then when he doesn’t want to leave her home alone and they always try to Be Good ™️ and not swear or be especially vile around her

• Two-Bit will try his hardest to learn how to do whatever hairstyle she wants

• she also likes to help Two-Bit do his hair, especially when she was younger. He would let her help him grease it

• he’ll take her to the DX for candy and sodas because he knows Steve and Sodapop will dote on her and let her take whatever she wants without paying

• Two-Bit teases her tho bc her current crush is on Sodapop and she gets all shy around him. They’ll go to the DX and Soda will be like “hey there little darlin’!” And she’s just hiding behind Two-Bit’s legs

• I read this in a fic and unfortunately I don’t remember which one and didn’t bookmark it but it’s on ao3 and in the fic everyone called Two-Bit’s sister “little-bit” and he would absolutely call her that

• loves to sit on his shoulders and make him carry her around

• he will literally shoplift whatever she wants. Nothing is off limits for his baby sister. She wants a new outfit? He’ll wander around for hours just like he did for his switchblade to get her exactly what she wants

• she has a matching Mickey shirt and they’ll twin some days :)

• when she was younger Two-Bit would do that thing where he throws her up in the air and catches her and she loooooved that, she would just laugh and laugh. Also will throw her into the water on days where they go swimming

• genuinely is the best big brother ever, if he hears someone is messing with her at school, he’ll give her the option to either give them a talking to or teach her how to fight. She’s chosen both over the course of the years

• he knows that he doesn’t have to watch over her so much and that she can fend for herself, but he doesn’t want her to have to. He wants her to be able to just be a kid and not have to grow up so fast, so he’ll do whatever he can to preserve that as long as possible

[miguelswifey04]

hear me out! being like a year younger than gabriel (miguel’s younger brother) and having the hugest crush on miguel growing up…and when you guys get into your teen years, you and miguel kind of had this situationship going on—it ends badly of course. hurt words were said and most things can’t get taken back.

so fast forward to several years later (present day) and you bump into miguel, gabriel, and few of their friends at a restaurant and one of his friends (drunk) recognizes you and he’s like, “heyyyy miggy, that’s the girl that broke your heart when we were younger right?” and he’s just blabbing on. gabriel is trying to shut him up and he’s like “what? i’m not lying. did you know miguel sorta started drinking heavy because of you?” and the whole thing is just very angsty and awkward…

that’s lowkey angsty cause damn he really started drinking because we broke his heart ☹️

unspoken tension — angsty

miguel o’hara x gn! reader

the tension in the air seems to suffocate you as the drunk friend's words hang heavily between you and miguel. the reminiscence of your past flutters in your chest, memories intertwining with regret and aching nostalgia.

miguel's gaze is fixed on you, a mixture of surprise, anger, and hurt flickering in his eyes. his jaw clenches as he struggles to process the revelation, grappling with the emotions that resurface from the depths of his past.

gabriel, sensing the heaviness of the situation, steps forward and tries to diffuse the tension. he discreetly motions for the drunk friend to quiet down, his voice filled with concern as he speaks to miguel.

“hey, let's go somewhere more private," gabriel suggests, his tone gentle, offering you both a chance to talk. miguel’s eyes finally shift from you to gabriel, a silent understanding passing between them.

reluctantly, you follow them to a quieter corner of the restaurant, away from prying eyes and ignorant whispers. the air is thick with unspoken words, the weight of the past and its undulating impact unraveling between you.

through a shaky breath, miguel finally breaks the silence, his voice laden with raw vulnerability. "what are you doing here?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "why do you have to show up after all these years ago?"

the pain in his voice resonates within you, stirring a mix of guilt and longing. you meet his gaze, your own voice quivering as you try to find the right words. "i...i didn't mean to hurt you, miguel. i made a mistake back then, and i still carry that guilt with me."

miguel’s expression softens, a flicker of resignation crossing his features. "it doesn't matter now. we were just kids then, and we've both moved on," he replies, his tone drained of its usual edge. "but i won't deny that it affected me, that it shaped the person i am today."

the weight of his words settles upon you, realizing the depth of the impact you had on his life. the pain you caused him, even unintentionally, weighs heavily on your conscience. “i’m truly sorry, miguel," you say, your voice heavy with sincerity. "i never wanted to be the reason for your pain. and... if you're willing, i would like a chance to make it right."

miguel’s gaze softens, a glimmer of hope kindling within his eyes. he reaches out, his hand gently resting on yours as a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "maybe we can try," he says, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice. "but this time, no more secrets, no more heartbreak. we start anew."

gabriel, hearing the reconciliation between his older brother, miguel, and you as his close friend was elated to see you guys try to rekindle that connection that was broken so long ago. “now, that’s what i like to hear.” he smiled at the both of you.

a wave of relief washes over you, a sense of forgiveness intertwined with the opportunity for redemption. as you both share a tender moment, the weight of your shared history sits between you, a reminder of the love that once was and the possibility of a future yet to unfold.

[idontevenknowhowtolife]

Dragons of HotD HCs

Syrax

Mother to Sunfyre, Tyraxes and Aemonds unhatched egg. Also parents Vermax.

She is so tired. Her kids give her so much shit.

Mated with Caraxes. Reason everyone says she cant hunt? Its because Caraxes will not let her. He's just like "relax babe, Ive got this" and will bring her food.

She's actually quite tolerant of kids, mainly because of Rhae introducing her kids to her and taking them flying on her.

She and Seasmoke have a friendly rivalry going on, mainly over how much trouble their hatchlings cause.

Meleys mothered Syrax the way she mothers Sunfyre and Vermax. She is laughing her head of at Syrax's exasperation with her kids antics because this is karma for the shit Syrax pulled on her.

She and Dreamfyre are actually quite close as they were the two she dragons left in a pit of dumbass he dragons for years. They have a standing gossip/complaining appointment every week.

She adores Rhaenyra. They have an exceptionally close bond and Rhaenyra was able to mount her so young because they both really didn't want Caraxes and Daemon to leave so they chased them. When they were in Rhaenyra's teen years, Syrax would sometimes test her and how far she could push with her but as they both matured their bond grew so much that Syrax would feel any emotion or pain from Rhaenyra and vice versa.

Syrax is really fast. She doesn't always like to go top speed all the time but she is competitive, especially against Seasmoke, and if challenged will leave any other dragon in the dust.

She misses the time when she could pin Sunfyre under one claw and Vermax under the other. They were much more peaceful times.

Caraxes

This dragon is so bloody done with his dumbass rider and his stupid habit of pissing off his brother and getting sent into exile.

You know how Syrax pinned down Sunfyre and Vermax when they were younger and being stupid? Well Caraxes does this to Daemon when he decides he needs a break from his dumbass riders shenanigans. It happens at least three times a week.

This guy is so in love with Syrax its not funny. He adores her. Part of the reason he hates exile? It separates him from Syrax.

He gets on with Vhagar really well because their riders have often been companions and flew together. The other dragons of his generation? They think he's weird and ignore him, which makes him upset and was why he was really happy when Seasmoke and Syrax hatched after years of no hatchlings.

He laughed his head off at Syrax about Sunfyre and Vermax until Moondancer was born and started doing the same thing to him. It is a struggle for him and Syrax to have uninterrupted alone time.

Is actually also good mates with Seasmoke because of the whole, bonding over burning people alive thing.

Did eventually bond with Vermithor when Syrax and Silverwing would ditch them to have girl time. Such bonding had consequences.

Meleys

Hugest mother hen to exist. She does not care about whether or not you're older than her or if you can take care of yourself, she will mother the shit out of any dragon.

Mothered Syrax and Seasmoke when they were born and taught them a lot about being a dragon and having a rider.

Super close bond with Rhaenys, often doesn't even have to be asked before she is doing what Rhaenys wants her to do.

Vhagar

Chaotic Grandma who plays favourites and encourages all the drama.

She grumpily adores Arrax who loves to bother her. He often finds himself pinned down under her claw. She will just nap and he will have to wait to move. (I am ignoring canon where she kills him, let me be happy)

Adores all of her riders and is fiercely protective of them. It broke her heart to kill Laena and she is never going to let anything happen to Aemond if she can help it. But she is also so tired of him refusing to bloody just confess to his crush.

She curses Balerion for going and dying on her and leaving her to deal with the shit that the younger generation stirs up.

Vermax

Chaos.

He is the result of Vermithor and Caraxes bonding. The only reason his egg hatched was because he was placed with Jace and it was decided that Jace was the one with the best chance of containing him.

His conception and the consequential chaos that resulted caused Syrax and Silverwing to banish their mates to another lair for months. Syrax especially was not pleased to have to mother another chaotic hatchling.

You know Jace is pissed off at you if he unleashes Vermax towards you. You will not survive.

Sunfyre

Does not know what boundries are because Aegon was never taught them and passed this onto his dragon.

Protective enabler of Aegons chaos, but also the one who drags him back from the edge of self destruction.

Friends with Vermax, which is not good for anyones sanity.

Dreamfyre

Loves her little dreamer rider.

Literally will only stand Syrax or Meleys, anyone else can go the fuck away.

A little traumatised by Rhaena and her own life experiences, which is also partly why it took her and Helaena a while to fly together.

[kissagii]

I DON'T REMEMBER ANY OF THE EMOJIS I JUST WANNA HEAR ABOUT YOUR SELFSHIP PLOTS PLS 🙏

- joey 🌱

OMG YAYYYYYYYY

gonna yap about a couple different ones under the cut :3

OK FIRST. royalty au with isagi aka my favorite thing in the whole wide world. i chose to have isagi in particular as my knight. i watched a series of duels to choose who would protect me (in theory, to find the strongest one and choose him) and isagi stood out because he would NOT back down no matter how outmatched he was. a lot of people questioned the decision but i stuck with my gut (also he's hot how could i not want a hot knight).

cue months upon months of hellish pining. "it's absolutely disgusting how obsessed they are with each other, and then they have the audacity to pretend like they aren't in love" said one of the other knights. isagi is hesitant to accept his feelings but is definitely not hesitant to teach me some swordfighting basics (i love mildly gay sparring). hellish pining evolves into a secret relationship that goes on for quite a while until reo (my younger brother in this AU) catches us and we realize that this is Not Working. i spontaneously and informally propose that evening.

isagi does the official and ✨shmancy✨ proposal a few weeks later at a dinner aimed to find me a wife: it causes a bit of scandal but hey, i did find someone to marry, so... mission accomlpished? and happily ever after <33

BUT WHAT ABOUT CANON-COMPLIANT???? i've got that too :DDD

isagi and i were classmates before he got dragged off to blue lock, i tutored him in math and science and we both had the HUGEST crushes on each other but didn't get the chance to confess before he got drafted into the soccer program. he tried ridiculously hard to get his phone back at the start of the program so he could text me and reassure me that: 1) he didn't hate me, 2) yes he was safe, 3) he just got taken to soccer jail to pursue his dreams. we were both certain we screwed up the potential romance of a century at that point.

but for the U-20 match i PULLED UP. i even had a little sign with his name on it. and while we couldn't properly see each other, the gesture didn't go unnoticed and we ended up spending a lot of time together when he was on break (that's when he confessed). the rest of the blue lock guys are lowkey disgusted by how smitten isagi is, they're convinced that his relationship is going to be what stops him from reaching his goals (incorrect assumption).

tbh it's just a really awkward pseudo-long-distance relationship until isagi gets released from soccer jail. once he's on an official team i'm his number one supporter, always turning up in his spare jerseys and getting VIP front row seating so he can wave excitedly to me after scoring a goal :3

apologies for going feral. i kinda love him. just a little bit.

[jdeanmorgan]

knowing that with each episode i'm getting closer and closer to carl's death is so painful fr. when i first watched this show i was a teenager, the actor who plays carl is my age, and i had the hugest crush on him when i was younger, and like, he's somehow still one of my favorites, like he had so much fucking potential and it's all gotten wasted bc he turned 18 and they would've had to pay him more smh

last time I watched the show i completely stopped watching after 8.09 but now i am determined to keep watching bc now as an adult and not a kid, I have fallen in love with multiple characters, i actually LOVE rick, and i love carol, and i love daryl so so so much, and just. so many good characters here. negan, maggie, michonne, tara, aaron, heck even jesus i am liking a lot.

[justalittlehoneybee]

(Y/n)’s relationship w/ each Company member

Young female (y/n) with Sappy company found family trope that I wrote in my notes because I was bored in resource <3 enjoy

(Sorry it’s so short)

Fili:

- Literally in love with each other

- Bonds over knifes

- CEO of y/n protection squad

- y/n “steals” his clothes all the time

- Gentle smiles and pure intentions

Kili:

- Best friends

- Still playfully flirt tho

- Kili helps her learn to shoot a bow

- Wrestling matches All.The.Time

- Make eachother laugh at the most inconvenient moments

Thorin:

- Dad™️

- y/n can get him to smile literally anytime

- Founder of y/n protection squad

- Needs a hug. Y/n gives good hugs. Boom. Problem solved

- y/n gave him a flower once and he cried

Bilbo:

- Mom™️

- A worried mess because y/n’s so reckless

- Makes sure she eats and sleeps enough

- Will take down a troll for her despite his height

- Co-founder of y/n protection squad

Dwalin

- Her whole bodyguard

- y/n taught him a handshake and he treats it like it’s sacred

- Hard pats on the back

- Will ram into each other at random moments

- Teaches her how to fight

Balin:

- Only sane one

- Will sit quietly and read against a tree with her

- Saves her from the annoying and teasing of the younger company members

- Her granddad

- Gives her life advice

Bofur:

- The fun uncle

- Let her smoke his pipe once ONCE

- Will make her laugh until she can’t breathe

- Let’s her wear his hat all the time

- Best hugs

Bifur:

- She can’t really understand him because she doesn’t speak a lot of Khuzdul

- Will randomly walk up, give her something he made for her, and leave

- Pats her head

- He taught her how to woodcarver after his axe got taken out

- Just runs and tackles someone if they make her uncomfortable. No need for questions. Just tackles

Bombur:

- Cooking mutuals

- Swap recipes and cooking tips

- She helps him a lot with the food and gathering

- Respect each other’s baking skill

- Ruffles y/n’s hair alot

Ori:

- He has the hugest crush on her

- Art besties and will draw together

- Lots and lots of hugs

- He knits and she crochets

- Both are small but will take out your kneecaps if you hurt the other

Nori:

- Steals stuff for her

- Teaches her how to steal and lock pick

- Ships Ori and her so much

- Bad influence

- Will take the fall for her if she does something wrong (she doesn’t like when he does that but is so thankful)

Dori:

- Mother hen (obvi)

- Will have a cup of tea ready for her whenever

- Also ships her and Ori but is more subtle about it

- “My Ori, y/n looks awfully cold over there. Maybe you should make her a sweater” *wink wink*

- Makes sure she is comfortable and feels safe at all times

Oin:

- Has patched her up more times than anyone in the company

- y/n will help him take care of the others and patch them up as well

- She’s use to yelling loud so he can understand her

- Lectures her about her recklessness

- Almost had a heart attack when she came to him with a black eye and was all beaten up with a simple explanation: “He wouldn’t leave her alone”

Gloin:

- He’s a dad so he understands when she needs something

- Reminds the company she’s only a kid and needs certain things

- Aggressively takes care of her

- Talks about his family with her

- She reminds him of Gimli a little

[hyucklog]

in his pants ☆ part two

ningning x yangyang

warnings: cum eating, vaginal sex, oral ( f&m receiving ) , nipple play? Tittie sucking , unsafe sex ( no use of condom, ningning is on birth control ), blow jobs , hand jobs, bff chenle, bye they're basically all hidden queers, Ningning embraces the title slut, gamer boy chenle, there's wholesome relationships hidden underneath the sex I promise, they r idols bcus that's just how it is idk man, Winter best roommate!!, 00 line aespa + mark 4lifers, mentioned threesome, casual relationships, pet names, excessive use of "pretty" and "angel", slut shaming, bathroom sex, semi public sex (I mean the door could've been opened at any time)

smut , fluff

ayo the switch in this part is so random they just go from laughing to fucking in a bathroom.

Ningning left Jisung's room with one glance back at Chenle, who had taken to making the room look as normal as possible. Then, she found herself being tackled into a hug from Yangyang who noticed her as she tried to get Renjun's attention.

So, here she was, in the middle of a conversation with disgustingly handsome young men, with Yangyang's arms wrapped around her body. She felt..almost hot inside. She knew she was wet again, when she rubbed her thighs together as she moved her position. Yangyang's hand brushing her arm every now and then, tickling her skin, set fire inside her. 

And it was embarrassing, the fact that Chenle just gotten her off and she wanted to go again.

"Hol' up," Mark doubled back and narrowed his eyes at Ningning. "You and Chenle are friends?"

Ningning sat up a little straighter at the attention on her, no longer slouching into Yangyang. "Yes."

"..Nothing more, right?"

Ningning laughed at the suggestion. "Please, we all know Chenle has the hugest crush on Zhao Liying." 

Mark grinned at the mention of the actor. "Alright..just wouldn't want you two getting in trouble..for doing anything."

"Shut up, Mark," Jungwoo said. "Are you guys fooling around?" he gave Ningning excited eyes. She blinked. "You know what that is, right? Like, fucking. Having sex? Mutual masturbation? Pegging? Rimming? Pussy eating? Blowjobs? Handjobs? Finger sucking? Nipple sucking? It's gotta be something, because I can't even stand watching Chenle play video games for-"

Johnny smacked Jungwoo on the leg, trying to hold back a grin. "Don't scare the poor girl. I'm sure she hasn't heard much about that."

"No, I have," Ningning assured them, "I just prefer to do it with people that aren't my best friend's."

"Ah, a woman of taste."

Jisung scoffed at Jeno's words. "She's literally younger than me and you still call me a baby. The math isn't mathing."

"Shut up, maknae," Jaemin hushed him. "Ningning, I really like your outfit. That skirt is super cute."

Ningning looked down at the fabric. It had rolled up slightly, so she pulled it down while readjusting her position. It was a beige corduroy mini skirt with extra pockets. "Thank you."

Yangyang cooed at her quietly, hands tickling her sides lightly. "My favorite China line SM idol besides myself~"

"I'm deadass offended," Ten scoffed. "Don't come to my room later looking for cuddles, Yangyang."

When Ningning made eye contact with Jisung, he nodded his head slightly. Shit, maybe Jisung does know? So Ningning cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrows mouthing, "You know?" Jisung brow furrowed in confusion. 

"What we were doing," Ningning said quietly. It was enough for Jisung to catch from across the room, but not enough for others to fully understand while being immersed in Ten and Yangyang's squabble.

Jisung nodded with a small smile, looking almost amused.

When Yangyang surged forward to smack Ten on the arm, Ningning, who was still wrapped in a hug from him, went halfway forward with him. She had to put her hand on his shoulder and thigh to stabalize herself, and after that Taeyong made Yangyang leave her alone because he "almost hurt her". 

She was still stupidly hot inside, and just about ready to say goodbye so she could get home and masturbate, but then Chenle came into the living room, plopping himself down next to Jisung (who Ningning had been moved to sit next to after Yangyang almost pulled her to the floor).

There was a glance shared between the three that the older members caught this time, raising their eyebrows as they had a conversation silently. 

"Are we missing something?" Ten voiced confidently. Ningning turned to him, eyes widened comically.

"No," Jisung said quickly, fumbling over his words underneath the stares of the members. "Nothing."

"Is this a throuple thing?" said Yangyang, snickering. 

"Shut up," Chenle said, rolling his eyes. "Ten, get your baby."

"Hey."

Ningning to the rescue. "Chenle told me that Jisung was beating his score in League of Legends, but Jisung didn't know-well, now he does, but.."

Jisung snickered on cue, sticking his tongue out at Chenle. "Ha," and he whispered, "bitch."

Chenle raised a hand, no fire in his eyes.

 

Ningning didn't even remember how she got here. Here being underneath Yangyang in on of the SM bathrooms. The door locked. Yangyang's hands on her thighs, kneading the flesh. Her ass on the cold sink, Yangyang having set her down there in the heat of the moment. His teeth nipping at her collarbones, those collarbones, the ones like peaks of mountains. 

"Mm," he hummed against her neck, letting his mouth roam to a lower region where he could leave a hickey - he respected Ningning, and knew for a fact she had to wear things that revealed her neck on the regular.

Ningning bristled underneath him. "I'm sensitive," she told him in warning. Forehead dropping against his shoulder, forcing him to move his hands down to her hips and leave his face buried in her neck. "I get..."

"Get turned on easily?" Yangyang guessed, a lilt of amusement in his tone as he pulled her panties down to her ankles. Her skirt was rolled up against her abdomen (it was expensive; she was glad it wasn't taken off and discarded on the floor.) "Hm," he said. "I can tell." Thumb against her clit, lips latched to her neck. Sucking, but not enough to make a dark mark. 

He moved his thumb in slow, controlled circles, enjoying how Ningning breathed shakily, biting her thumb to hold in her pretty noises. Hips rolling in an attempt to get more friction. Desperately wanting to be touched. To be fucked. Fuck.

"Tch tch," he cooed when her hand found his and pushed it harder. He pushed it away, rubbing the skin tenderly. "Be patient, baby."

"Hnng," she breathed. Cheeks burning in embarrassment afterwards. It wasn't like this with Chenle. Where they both knew what they liked and what they sounded like. Where Ningning didn't have to be embarrassed when her mouth made natural responses to his actions. Where Chenle wasn't embarrassed to moan when she gave him head or a handjob; they started as friends, they were comfortable to begin with.

But Yangyang was her sunbae. Not her friend. He was older than her by two years, a handsome Chinese idol that she looked up to. He was a talented rapper, a talented vocalist, a talented dancer. He was funny, too. And he was Chenle's friend, so she respected him for that, as well. He was her ge. Not her friend.

"You sound so pretty," he whispered, nipping at her earlobe. "Be louder, baby. There's a fan on."

"Mhm," she shook her head, letting out a shaky, shallow breath as he slid his middle finger inside her hole. Curling it up. Fingers rubbing her g-spot. "Oh!" Hips rolling forward, hot breath hitting Yangyang's neck. Ass almost slipping off of the sink. He gripped her waist with one hand and stedied her. 

Yangyang pulled back from her neck, smiling down at her. "You're so cute, Yizhuo." Ningning breathed out, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. "Does Chenle not treat you well?" he snickered. "Or have you not seen him recently?"

"Haven't..seen him recently," she choked out. "Fuck! Keep going.."

"So worked up," Yangyang murmured. "Just one finger." He put in his index finger. Her hole showed little resistance. She winced for a moment, but the stretch was familiar. 

"You try having someone massage your fucking prostate. It's the same with the g-spot, you - fuck, ge!" A third finger, adding to the pleasure. The stretch burned. Her body on fire. Eyes too heavy to keep open. Chest heaving, legs clenched around Yangyang's narrow hips. Ningning winced, again, face scrunching. Yangyang watched her carefully, and when she relaxed, he curled up his middle finger, surging the others forward. 

Easily knocking the air out of her.

"Ang..ge, please. Just.."

"Just what?" Yangyang murmured. Placing soft, wet kisses against her forehead, trailing them down to her cheek, ending by the corner of her lips. Tongue dipping in her already wet mouth. She eagerly turned her head, latching their lips together, pulling them closer. The curl of Yangyang's lip against hers was a little too smug, but she didn't pay attention - fuck, he was good at kissing.

He made her body buzz.

And when he fumbled to unbutton his jeans, cock springing from his boxers as he tugged them down partially, gripping her ass and positioning her to take his cock. Pressing the head against her hole. Slipping the head in. Letting her gasp at the stretch. His fat cock slapping against her folds. 

"In," she begged breathlessly. "In, please. I can take it, I can."

He didn't need to be told twice. Driving his hips down, slamming them against hers. The grip he had on her hips bruising. She was so tight, clenching around him. Driving him insane. He had to move slowly, breathing hard against her hair, dragging his cock in her sensitive walls. 

"Good?"

"Good, good," she cried breathlessly. "Go harder!"

"Feels good? You're so tight." Yangyang breathes out each word.

Yangyang cups her face. Lips connecting to yours, hot mouths intertwining.

Yangyang's big hands clutch her waist. Cock thrumming inside her. He desperately wants to flip her around and bend her over. Give her every inch of length. Let his balls slap against her cunt. Make her cream his cock. His hips fall into rapid motion, teeth digging into her neck. Breathing harshly into his neck with each thrust. Her body shaking. Eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed together in an attempt to stifle her whines into a small breathes. She failed, of course, letting out a loud, broken gasp as his thumb pressed down on her clit, adding to the stimulation.

She came all over his cock. Fluids dripping out of her hole, oozing down his cock. Putting all his efforting into thrusting one last time, releasing inside of her. Pulling back, tenderly brushing sticky hair out of her face. 

"You there?" he asked, patting her cheek with a finger. She nodded, blinking slowly. "You did so good."

"I know," she said, letting her head fall to the back of the mirror with a shaky breath. "I don't think I've ever been fucked that hard."

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Yangyang, reaching over with his free hand to grab a handful of napkins. "We've gotta get you cleaned up."

"I can do it," she told him, opening her eyes and sitting up. She pulled up her skirt, wary of getting it messy. He helped her as she stood, holding up her skirt as she wiped herself, looking away out of respect. "I'm good, I can clean myself up. Get yourself ready, ge."

"Shit," he looked at the clock on the wall, pulling his boxers and sweats up. "I have practice in 20 minutes."

Ningning laughed as she wet a paper towel. "Ge, that's stupid. We could've done this any other time. Here," she grabbed her phone from the pocket of her skirt. "The code's 0002. Put your number in."

Yangyang grinned as he tied his sweats, pushing back his sweaty hair. Opening her contacts, pressing the plus. Naming his contact as, the best fuck of my life, and slipping it back into the pocket of her skirt as she pulled up her cute pink panties. Staring into the mirror, washing her hands before wiping at the edges of her eyeliner. Wincing at the collected mascara underneath her eye.

"Fuck, you really are good, ge. Chenle hasn't made me cry since the first time we hate fucked."

"He goes easy on you," Yangyang told her knowingly. "I have makeup wipes," he told her, pulling them out. He took out a wipe, grabbing her chin gently for her to face him. Taking it up to her eye, easily wiping the excess mascara off. "I snatched them from Areum noona last week. They come in handy."

Ningning rolled her eyes, grinning up at him. 

"There, all good."

Yangyang rubbed her back, hands slipping to her thighs. Rubbing the skin, massaging her muscles. "You're not too sore, right?"

"Not that sore.." she hummed. "Chenle will give me a massage later, in exchange for me waxing his ass."

"Jisung," Yangyang said knowingly. "God, we really are all gay. You like girls, too?"

"Hm. Had a crush on Yuna my first day at Music Bank."

"Stop," Yangyang snickered, opening the bathroom door. Ningning went out before him, looking around. Empty hallways. "Yuna's really pretty - I think Jisung was in love with her for, like, a week. Or that's what Jaemin says."

"Jaemin is so fine," Ningning whistled.

"Seriously!" Yangyang agreed loudly. "Oops. Sorry. But he's so fucking muscley - his abs, I swear to god, to die for!"

"You ever seen them?"

"No, unfortunately. Other than that one concert Dream had where he flashed them. And, Renjun told me how they are."

"Renjun ge?" Ningning laughed, astonished. "I will never see him the same. I kinda want a piece of Xiaojun, too. He's fine as hell."

Yangyang tched. "You won't even let me hug him, that tsundere whore."

"Alright, ge," she patted his shoulder. "Have fun at practice. I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, text me."

[peakyblindersxx]

May I request a john smut in which, despite being the cocky beast that he usually is, he manages to get all gentle and intense when, after years of mutual pining, he finally makes love to ada's best friend who's younger and totally inexperienced. Idk I just need this to be fucking intense, like John suffocating his desire for ages and now finally indulging in his worst temptation and showing her what lust is... please i'll burn in hellll

a/n: first of all let me say: this killed me. like, it’s literally all i can think about. god help me. but thank you so fucking much for requesting this bc i liked it sooo much that i decided to make a mini series out of it with the help of my babe @stxdyblr-2k who was sweet enough to offer to ghostwrite on the series 🥰 and to all my other angels who requested fics, don’t worry i will get them done! just wanna give you guys the best quality work i can. my 1st priority are some tommy requests i got, as well as some michael ones after :)

love, abi xxx

whiskey business - john shelby x reader (1 of ?)

warnings: nsfw! eventual smut, slow burn, john being sexy as all hell but also soft

John couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. From the moment you walked into the Garrison, arm loosely linked with Ada’s, clad in a black lace dress that hugged you just right, he couldn’t stop staring. Even Tommy and Arthur had noticed, cracking some joke about him being pussy whipped. The words floated right over his head, his mind on one thing only. The last time he had seen you, you were barely eighteen, cheeks pink as you waved goodbye out the train window to Ada as she sobbed. Ada had always had a flair for the dramatic, but the two of you had practically been attached at the hip your entire lives. So, he consoled her, reminding her that university wasn’t forever, that you would be back soon enough. And back, you were, red-stained lips sipping at a glass of something that Ada had practically shoved in your face. You weren’t a girl anymore, black heels crossed at the ankle as you sat across the room in a booth, laughing as Ada waved her arms, telling some sort of story.

“Just fuckin’ talk to ‘er, John-boy,” Arthur’s voice cut through John’s train of thought like a sharp knife, and he focused his eyes on his two brothers sitting at the booth across from him, clouds of smoke from Tommy’s incessant smoking heavy in the air around them.

“Fuck off,” John returned as he stood, earning a chuckle from Tommy.

“That’s right,” Arthur shouted as John made his way towards the bar, rolling his eyes at his older brothers. “Make sure you show her a real good time, eh?” Arthur’s voice was soon drowned out by the crowd around John, as they parted to let him walk through. He didn’t even see them, his eyes trained on your smile. Fuck, you were pretty.

***

“So, then I fucking kicked him in the balls.” Ada’s eyes sparkled triumphantly as she recalled the time she’d incited a riot, managing to cause great injury to a certain part of a policeman’s body. She did so casually, like it was no big deal. You couldn’t control your laughter as Ada grinned, pleased that she’d been able to make you laugh. “Fuckin’ missed you, Y/N,” she professed, shooting the rest of her gin and gesturing at the bartender to “leave the fuckin’ bottle, already.”

“Missed you too,” you smiled back at her, happy to be back in Birmingham in the company of an old friend. London was beautiful, but lonely. There was something inside you that missed the dirty streets, the crowded pubs bursting with familiar faces.

“Had to come over here myself to make sure it was you,” A deep voice interrupted your reverie and you looked up to see none other than Ada’s older brother John, looking even handsomer than the last time you’d seen him, in a grey-three piece suit, a cigar hanging from his lips. You’d had the hugest crush on him growing up, and the butterflies swimming around in your stomach seemed to confirm that you still found the tallest Shelby brother irresistible.

“Hi, John,” You offered him a shy smile and scooched over as he slid into the booth next to you, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek. You couldn’t help but drink in the smell of his cologne, the various drinks that Ada had encouraged you to down making you press yourself closer to him.

“M’kay, if you’re going to fuck, at least wait until I’m gone.” Ada’s voice snapped you out of it and you looked away, a pink blush staining your cheeks.

“Says the one who managed to fuck three of my best mates before you left school,” John retorted, causing Ada to roll her eyes, shooting her whiskey and pouring the three of you another glass each.

“I feel like getting drunk, and I’m not doing it alone,” Ada announced, causing both you and John to crack a smile at her forcefulness.

“Good thing we took a cab here,” you returned, before shooting your whiskey. If you were going to have to stare at John all night, you thought, you might as well be drunk doing it. Wasn’t like he was going to be staring back.

***

Ada was shitfaced, dancing in the middle of the pub. Luckily, Isaiah had stepped in as her partner, making sure her stumbling didn’t cause her to trip and fall. Unluckily for you, this left a tipsy you and John alone tucked into a booth in the corner of the room, out of view. The conversation was friendly, and you were trying your best to keep your mind off the way you could see John’s forearms practically bulging out of his suit. It wasn’t fair, you thought to yourself, for him to walk around looking like that. Especially when you knew that he was probably fucking the latest movie star, or something. It was almost impossible for you to keep your head straight, yet you managed to keep it civil. However, you couldn’t help your gaze from drifting to his lips. God, they were so pink and looked so soft, it was unfair. You couldn’t stop yourself from imagining how they’d feel on your mouth, let alone other parts of your body. Jesus, you were fucked.

A third of a bottle of whiskey later, you couldn’t help but let yourself slide closer to him, heart beating fast in your chest as you sat tucked into his side, his arm around you as you laughed at a joke he’d made, something about the stick up Tommy’s ass. Your eyes shone as they met his blue ones, his arm sliding down until his fingers were brushing against your waist, radiating heat into your skin.

“Y’know, I’d tell you how fuckin’ pretty you look tonight, but I think you already know that,” John rumbled into your ear, lips just barely brushing against your neck. Your breath hitched, and he noticed, a small grin spreading across his lips.

“You’re something else, you know that?” You shot back, a small smile threatening to take over your lips.

“M’not just sayin’ that. Couldn’t take my eyes off ‘ya, since you walked in.” John wasn’t kidding. For a second you didn’t know how to reply, staring up at him with a slight look of disbelief. The whiskey, however, had other plans, and had decided to respond for you.

“Can't keep your hands off me now." You smirked, waiting for him to escalate the moment, anticipation and liquor silencing the blaring alarm in your mind. God, you shouldn't want him as badly as you do.

"Can you blame me?" He muttered, dragging his fingers across the lace of your dress, tracing the pattern's loops absentmindedly, watching your jaw tense and lips part to take a gasping breath, your jacket having long vanished into the chaos of the pub. Your arms wound themselves around his neck, fingers twisting into his short hair. "Fucking come 'ere lass."

His strong arms lifted you onto his knee, gripping a thigh to help you balance, the friction of his rough hand against the stiff fabric pushing your dress up slightly. The need for more and the desire to know him completely intoxicated you far more than anything from a bottle; you'd never felt as though you were on fire from your drunk hookups. His fingers found the zip of your dress, tugging it down desperately, gripping the flesh of your exposed shoulder blades. A small groan erupted from your lips as you felt him chuckle below you, pressing a thumb to your lips to quieten you.

"John," you whined, pouting playfully against his thumb.

"I'll sort you out, I swear," He muttered, slipping his thumb between your lips. Instinctively, you sucked, locking eyes with him, his hand straying from your back to roughly grab your jaw, holding your gaze. "But if you're going to scream your 'ead off, we'll get caught."

"You wish you could make me scream, John-lad."

"Come off it, I could ruin you, Y/N." He stated, lifting your jaw, as though memorising the construction of your face, tone brimming with a cocky confidence only John could make attractive. "You want that?"

"More than anything." The words tumbled out of your mouth thoughtlessly, watching how his jaw tightened in response as you attempted to read his expression. He studied you for what must've only been a few seconds, but the moment passed so slowly, you could barely remember what it felt like to not be examined by his dominating blue eyed stare.

His grip guided your face to his, fingers tilting your chin so John's lips could brush against yours, before pulling you into a heated almost aggressive kiss, the straps of your dress barely grazing your shoulders, the hem of your dress bunching around your waist as he reached down your back to grab your bum in a firm squeeze. Your mouth gaped open in a gasp of pleasure, John taking the moment to run his tongue against your lips, gaining access and deepening the kiss. You were so caught up in the thrill of John's seduction that you hadn't noticed his hand suddenly pull away after moving your skimpy underwear to one side. You had instinctively ground your hips against him, he'd broken the kiss to let out a string of curses, complimenting you through his quickening breaths (“Fuckin’ wet for me already, aye?”), gripping your thigh. But as soon as he had pulled the thin silk from your thighs, the atmosphere shifted, his lip curling in frustration as his hands left your skin as though your flesh was suddenly scalding.

"John?" You prompted, resting a hand on his shoulder, noticing the dark shadows under his eyes for the first time.

"It's getting late."

"What?" Your voice sounded high and whiny, you mentally scolded yourself for sounding so needy. It was embarrassing to be rejected by the man you've admired for many years, but even worse to be openly vulnerable and so pathetic in front of your best friend's brother.

Ada.

Oh fuck.

Realisation hit you, it was either that or the unholy quantity of alcohol you'd downed which turned your stomach. You had gone too far this time. It was one thing to flirt with John and desire him from a distance, it was an absolute betrayal to have sex with him, knowing Ada's insecurity about being used to get close to her gangster brothers- sex, power and politics. You had sworn during those tearful walks around the canal that you'd never hurt her. You couldn't do that to her.

Your sudden panic must've been obvious, you tried to stand up from John's lap, stumbling slightly, only regaining balance due to a sudden arm across your back, anchoring you upright.

"No one has to know. It's our secret yeah?" He muttered into your ear, his words comforting.

You nodded silently, the reality of the situation settling in. Your hands are shaking by your sides, John catches them, locking his fingers with yours.

"It's fine, now. Nothing happened yeah?" He stood up in front of you, his muscular physique looming before you, the creases across his torso reminding you that just a few minutes ago his body was under yours, he was breathless, needing your skin against his, desperate and vulnerable. "I'll zip you up. Turn around."

His hands dropped from yours to fumble clumsily with your zip, struggling in the gloom and fog of intoxication, he eventually succeeded, the lace clinging to the curve of your hips, waist, back and chest again. You wished it was him instead that was skimming your figure but you pushed the thought away with a simple, "Thanks."

"I'll walk you home yeah?" He offered, as he straightens your skirt and his tie, allowing you to fix his crumpled shirt collar and the row of shining buttons below his throat which you'd ripped open as he whispered dirty nonsense in your ear, smirking at how you arched your back and swore back at him through your moans.

"Isaiah already said he would, it'd be better for us both that way. You know how people around here talk." You replied, glancing at the mirror on the wall of the booth to quickly smooth your tousled hair. Despite only recently returning to Small Heath, you'd already encountered the rife gossiping and quickly realised your neighbour was incapable of minding his own business. "Nobody has to know, right?"

John nodded, disappointed but appreciating your rationale and quick thinking despite your state, "Right."

"Good night, John," You said politely, ignoring the tension in his tone and the sudden soft sadness of his eyes, turning your back and walking to the door. Back to the sticky dance floor, back to Ada, Isaiah, Finn, Tokyo, back to spilling drinks, ashing cigarettes, back to noise, safety and far from the man who made your morals vanish with the same lines he uses on probably every single one of his conquests. Fuck it. You were going to enjoy it, you sped up your pace in your heels, trying to ignore your shaking legs. You tried to ignore the guilty twang in your gut when Ada screamed your name across the pub and stumbled over, dragging some lad on her arm, pressing drunken kisses to your forehead and cheeks.

You couldn't help but look back to see his shadow sloping away into the darkness of the booths closer to the dance floor, being bullied mercilessly by his brothers you assumed. You watched him fake a smirk, take the knuckles to his brow from Arthur, snap an insult back to Thomas and settle into his rightful seat. You only shifted your gaze to Ada for a moment but when you looked back up, he was staring at you, jaw tense, icy stare burning into yours, arms folded on the table, the gold chains of his sleeve garters barely glinting in the dim light. He looked away but you could see his cheeks were flushed with blood even in the glow of the oil lamps.

Pretending nothing happened was going to be impossible.

***

to be continued!

[insanityclause]

So the only “young/youngest” pics of Tom we’ve ever seen are his 4-year old one he showed and then 4-5 grainy yearbook/school newspaper ones from Eton? Then pics back up right during RADA?

I would love to have seen him in the SUPER awkward year span of 10-14. I’m only 2 years younger than him and while that’s literally a negligible difference as an adult, if I’d been like, 12-year-old me meeting a possibly still gawky 14-year-old Tom…I know I’d have had the HUGEST crush 🤣😂🤣 “Oooh and OLDER BOY!!!” 🤣😂🤣😂

That's pretty much it. There was the one really blurry one from Windlesham House School when he was 7. And there were some from the Cambridge years pre-RADA.

Some Dragon School pics would be nice - maybe with his trumpet.

[weirdoinaband]

I randomly think of writing stuff for Blueycapsules then I remember I have school and chores... I'M WRITING SOMETHING CURRENTLY FOR GABRIEL BOSEMAN. It's called The Fox and The Bear. There's almost nothing out there for him and I am the hugest fucking simp for him. So basically this is a post talking about the plot of the x reader I'm writing. Gabriel Boseman x Singer Female Reader (I got really off topic up there)

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(Y/n) and her best friend Cristy (Cristane) constantly stopped by Freddy's day after day. It had been the summer after all. Then when school stared back up they didnt stop by as much, being caught up in schoolwork. October 15th, 1984 was the last time (Y/n) and Cristy saw Gabriel Boseman and his younger siblings.

(Y/n) was crushed, her mind full and hazy with possibilities of what could have happened to the redhead she had such a crush on. Ran off. Kidnapped. Murdered. She didn't wanna think that way. It was really hard not to though. As her hands gripped and pulled at the stomach plate of Fredbear... she never expected to find what she did.

UHHHH. PART 1 COMING UP SOON! MAYBE TODAY EVEN.

- Izzy :) 🍀

[berrydoodleoo]

If Ignis were himself, he would no doubt have counseled them against the trip, or at least proposed some kind of clever work around. Gladio would have loomed and grumbled, and then would have been the first to bow at Luna’s bedside with some courtly, if gruff, remark. But of course, Ignis wasn’t himself, and really, neither was Gladio. And Noctis knew it was all his fault.

But Prompto was insistent, and he was trying so hard to be himself and keep things light. He'd taken over Iggy’s duties of cooking and planning their trip, and still found time and energy to help Ignis activate the handicap settings on his phone while keeping up a steady stream of light-hearted chatter. Not to mention visiting Luna and helping out with the rescue and relief efforts. It was like watching someone do a ballet in a field full of giant boulders – three of which were named Ignis, Noctis, and Gladiolus – he just kept moving, kept dancing, and you almost couldn’t see the toll it was taking on him.

Almost.

So Prompto brought up visiting Luna’s hospital room again, as-if casually, mentioning that he’d had word from Weskham as to where she was currently hidden, and that he was sure he could get them in without being noticed by Imperial spies. And besides, Pryna had licked his hand when he’d visited last, which probably meant that Luna was going to wake up soon, any day now, and wouldn’t it be something if she woke up while Noct was there? A kiss from Prince Charming, eh?

Gladio had snorted, an ugly, mocking sound, and Prompto had stuttered to a halt, with an expression like his heart was breaking. Ignis had averted his face, just slightly. Shutting the whole world out. And Noctis had dredged up a voice (his own? someone else’s?) from the vise clamping his chest and said sure, Prom, let’s go.

And so they did.

Traveling the streets of devastated Altissia in Lucian royal black was probably unwise, but Prompto seemed to exude a notice-me-not aura that, in conjunction with the chaos still gripping the city, was enough to let them travel unmolested. They kept to the areas packed with refugees where possible, where everyone had their eyes glued to the screens announcing ferries and how long the current wait lists were (some were hours, most were days) instead of at each other. It did nothing for his nerves, which were a constant jangle, but at least no one stopped them. Or worse, shouted, hey, Prince Noctis!

The hospital was mostly intact, at least from the outside. Upon entering, it became clear that it had suffered a beating, either from Leviathan or the Imperial forces. The first level was still flooded, the polished marble turned treacherous by a thin layer of mud. The smell of mold competed with the smell of hospital bleach, and Noctis almost gagged.

There was a crowd here, too, too many people to fit in the emergency room reserved for the most critical cases. Noctis stood aside as Prompto shuffled about, standing on his toes, trying to find the best way forward without attracting too much attention.

A little kid with a bloody rag tied to his forehead stared at them. Noctis met his eyes and then regretted it, trying to look away and act casual. When he glanced up, the kid had wandered from his sleeping mother to stand beside them, still staring silently.

Prompto almost collided with the kid, and then did a double-take. “Hey!” he exclaimed quietly, and he sounded happy. “Stanford, my man!” He crouched, careful to keep the edges of his jacket out of the water. “How you doin’? Still waiting for a doctor, huh?”

Stanford – he must have been a few years younger than Talcott, too young to be so injured and haunted-looking – nodded, popping his filthy thumb into his mouth.

“Can I take a look, dude?” Prompto asked, gentle, touching the bandage on the child’s head. He nodded again.

It made Noctis’ eyes water, seeing how gentle Prompto was with the kid. He unwound the bandage and checked the wound beneath – the sight made Noctis wince – and produced some wrapped bandages and antiseptic wipes seemingly from his pocket (Noct felt the tug that meant they’d really come from the Armiger). He talked the whole time – man, those are cool shoes, I love chocobos, and how old are you again, dude? like, sixteen, right? or seventeen, you’re in high school, right – trying to coax some words out of him. Stanford was clearly listening, half-smiling at Prompto’s jokes, but was otherwise unresponsive.

He submitted to the cleaning with only a little tearyness. When he finally spoke, it wasn’t about anything Prompto had said.

“Do you have more magic potions?” he asked hopefully.

Prompto winced, shooting a quick glance at Noct. They’d agreed early on not to share their potions with people – it was too easy to trace them back to Noct, and Ignis was always concerned they would run out at the worst possible moment (which, to be fair, they had done so more than once).

“Not at the moment, little dude,” Prompto was jittering, hurrying to finish wrapping the bandage, “but uh, maybe later, I can, uh–”

Noctis reached into his back pocket and summoned a potion from the Armiger, the same trick Prompto had just pulled. It was weak – he just hadn’t been able to summon the magic for a proper Elixir once it was clear they wouldn’t help Ignis’ eyes – but it would help ward off infection and help with pain management. For a little while.

Stanford’s eyes lit up, and he started to snatch the glowing bottle from Noct’s hand. But then he hesitated. “For – for me?” he asked, staring up at Noct with the hugest eyes he’d ever seen.

“Yeah.” Noct tried to smile for him, extending the potion a bit further. “Of course.”

Stanford accepted the bottle, hugging it to his chest as if were a precious treasure. Now his eyes glowed with happiness, watching Noct, and he stood obediently still as Prompto finished retying the headband that kept his bandage in place. “Can I share it with my mom?” he eventually asked.

Noctis glanced at the sleeping woman, and wondered what was wrong with her. Was she injured, too, or just exhausted? “Yeah,” he said again. “Just don’t tell anyone else, okay?”

Would the woman even accept it, if her son told her he had a magic potion from a strange man? Well, maybe she would assume it came from a doctor, or that it was still the harmless bottle of (Noctis checked) apple juice it had started out as. Albeit glowing apple juice. Well, marketing, right? Maybe it wouldn’t seem too weird.

It was Stanford’s to do with as he chose. If he wanted to give it to his mom, or a total stranger, or pour it down the drain, Noctis wouldn’t stop him. He just didn’t have the energy.

Stanford’s eyes went even wider, but he nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said.

Brave little man. Noctis tried to smile for him again, moved his lips in the familiar gesture, and the kid tried to smile in return. If his own forced smile made him look as sad as Stanford’s did, Noctis mused, then it was no wonder people kept flinching away at the sight.

~

They found an un-monitored stairwell, the door blocked off with yellow tape. It quickly became clear as to why it was locked down – some tree branches and half a gondola were poking through the battered walls, tossed through marble and concrete by Leviathan’s rage. Worse, there were puddles of slimy water everywhere.

Prompto kept ahold on Noct’s arm – Noct realized he’d been doing that since they left their borrowed refuge in the Secretary’s home, as if Noct would drift away without the anchor – as they made their way up the stairs. “I don’t think he’s gonna keep it a secret, man.”

Noct had to blink himself back to the present. “Huh?”

“Stanford. With the potion.”

Noct shrugged. “Didn’t get the impression he was talking much.”

“Noct…”

“It’s not a big deal. We’ll be out of here soon.”

Prompto seemed deflated, guiding him up the stairs. “Yeah.”

Noct let himself be led. What did Prompto expect him to say? Maybe he wanted Noct to go back down the stairs and offer to help everyone else in the room. Give out their store of potions, grab some bottles of water and start enchanting those, too. Act like a king for once, instead of piece of luggage that had to be carted to and fro by people smarter and more capable.

“I just feel bad, you know?” Prompto said, his voice echoing a bit in the humid, smelly space. “I’ve never done anything to deserve you guys – traveling with you guys, using your magic, seeing the gods, I – I don’t deserve any of this – this magic, this specialness, I’m just –” He swallowed. “And then there’s kids like Stanford, and man, I just don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know anything.”

Noctis let his arm slide through Prompto’s grip until he could squeeze his hand. They paused, side-by-side as they sidled around a piece of crushed stairwell, and Prompto squeezed back. Hard.

~

Noct started feeling floaty once they left the stairwell. Parts of this floor were still in use, despite the damage and the flickering lights. But Prompto knew the way, avoiding the lighted areas, and led him to a dark hallway behind more yellow tape.

Noct felt his steps slowing. He and Prompto’s arms, connected by their held hands, stretched like a rope between two ships tugged in opposite directions. They reached a door, Prompto produced a key, and Noct thought he might faint. He pulled free of Prompto’s grip to lean against the wall, heart laboring, spots filling his vision.

Luna. Luna was on the other side. Once he saw her, it would all be real.

He needed more time. Time to get ready, time to be better, time to be the King she believed he was. All he could picture was her face – somewhere between the child he’d known and the woman he’d seen in official broadcasts – crumpling in disappointment, and the fact that it hadn’t happened (yet) did nothing to lessen the pain. Gods. Gods. He couldn’t do this. More time—

Prompto’s face appeared, looking worried and frantic, and then Noct was being hauled into the unlocked room despite his sluggish limbs. He heard the door shut behind them, closing them in safely. And when he opened his eyes, he was in Luna’s hospital room.

“Dude,” Prompto was whispering. “Breathe.”

Noct nodded.

“Breathe. Breathe.” Prompto pressed a quick, awkward kiss to his forehead. “Breathe. Just breathe.”

Noct breathed, or tried to breathe. When he opened his eyes, he could see Luna in her hospital bed, traced in appallingly bright sunshine, and he swayed again. Prompto caught him, held him up, held him in place. Just held him, really.

For a minute, he had the inane thought that Clarus and Gladio were on the other side of the door, and if they came in they would see Noct snuggling with Prompto and the game would be up. And then he remembered that Clarus was dead, that Gladio wanted nothing to do with him, and that this wasn’t his father’s hospital room, after the stroke that nearly claimed his life a year ago. Something about the smell, the beeping, the seafoam green of the curtains and blankets, must have taken him back. And his dad was dead, anyway, dead like Clarus, dead like Ignis almost was, dead like Luna almost is….

“I can’t do this,” Noct whispered, when Prompto backed off to give him a little space.

Ignis would have said, yes you can, Highness. Majesty. Gladio would have said, don’t give me that crap, you’re gonna do your duty if it kills us both. Luna would have said, none of us know what we can do until we do it, or fail trying. But I do believe in you, Noctis.

Prompto just whispered, “I know, man.” Noctis met his eyes, briefly, and the love and sorrow there stole his breath. “That’s why I’m here to help.”

Noctis glanced back, thinking of escape, about making excuses and stepping out, running away, back to the Secretary’s house and the room where Ignis and Gladio tip-toed around each other and the smothering silence. And then he swallowed, and squeezed Prompto’s hand, and nodded, meeting his eyes one more time.

“Let’s go,” he whispered, and Prompto led him forward, into the light.

[animeyanderelover]

Hi and Hello,it's me once again with yet another ask(I can't help myself, your writing is just so much fun to read!) I'd love to see some headcanons for the Senju brothers, Neji, Shikamaru, Sasuke, Kushina, Asura and Indra and a childhood marriage promise. The darling and the yandere made a promise to marry when they grow up. Soon after the darling's family moves away. And by the time they meet again they completly forgot about that foolish little promise. Maybe have a crush on someone else too?

Such a wide variety on characters. Oh, I’m going to have fun with this😈.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, threatening, blackmailing, bribing, kidnapping, sabotage, violence, death

Childhood marriage promise

Hashirama Senju

🌳Hashirama is definitely the type to make such a promise to you when the both of you were younger since he had the hugest crush on you already back then. His brother probably scolded him for making such stupid promises to you. I do believe that Hashirama was, when being younger, often scolded for being such an airhead and “too nice” person. So I can see people giving him the “if you continue being such a weakling you’ll never find someone to marry later on” saying. But every time they told him this he would just give them a goofy grin and tell them that he had already found the person he wanted to get married too.

🌳Hashirama was the type to always tell you this as well, being already as a child someone who often complimented you and went on childish dates with you. And he always promised you that later on he would make sure that he would always keep you happy. He even talked about having children of your own. You found it cute at that time since the both of you had been only kids and so one you told him one day you would like marrying him too, making Hashirama blush and give you a bright grin. The both of you made on that day a pinky swear.

🌳Poor boy was so heartbroken when you left, whining and blabbering to his younger brother about how he couldn’t understand why you had moved and why you had to leave him. Had he perhaps done something wrong? If it wouldn’t have been for Tobirama’s scolding speech about collecting his shit he could have continued for hours.

🌳Hashirama never forgot you and for sure never once forgot that promise for once. In his heart he stayed as the young romantic boy who had dreamed about marrying you, his darling. The both of you most likely met after the village had been established, your family moving in there since it provided more safety. And Hashirama was so thrilled when hearing that you had moved into his village, most likely storming to see you the moment after the words “(y/n)” and “back” had been registered in his mind.

🌳Hashirama most likely needed little to no time to fall in love with you all over again, never having stopped once to not feel romantic feelings for you. And due to the promise the both of you had he honestly thought that you felt the same. He’s probably even the type to bring it up to you, telling you about that he’s happy that he could now finally keep his promise to you. But you just gave him a confused look, blinking and asking him confused from what he was talking about. Ouch. That hurt him. He probably started to bombard you with explanations until you finally did remember and told him in an awkward tone that this had been just a childish promise. Nothing more. That might have counted for you, but not for Hashirama. He had clinged onto this promise all those years and now you were telling him that this had been nothing to you? You shattered his heart in that moment.

🌳It was only after this that Hashirama started noticing how you always spent time around that guy in your neighborhood, looking awfully close to him. He hadn’t noticed before, but now that he had sobered up a bit from his delusions, seeing things more clearly. And he was more disappointed and sad than angry by this. A bit at you as well for just breaking the sincere promise you and him had made so many years ago like it had been nothing for you. And Tobirama suffered most likely from a deja vu, his brother whining and complaining with a heartbroken voice that not only you had broken your promise, but also had started crushing on another guy. And Tobirama was the one who triggered his darker side in the end, telling him harshly that acting childish and complaining like a baby wouldn’t help him. If he wanted to have you back then he should start acting on it.

🌳As the Hokage Hashirama has many ways of getting rid of obstacles in his eyes. He wouldn’t want to go to too extreme lengths. He wants in the first place to stop you from falling in love with this guy so a few rumors should do the job. He actually promised to always make you happy and knows that you’ll feel very heartbroken by this. But you broke your promise as well and he’ll make it up to you again! That should make it okay, shouldn’t it?

Tobirama Senju

🌊Tobirama was already as a child very mature, having to take care of his older brother and growing up in a time where he was confronted with death from a very young age on. Due to this it would be more spit out in the heat of an argument with him. Tobirama might have had a small crush on you when you back then, but that’s exactly what he thought of it as well. Just a small crush. Hashirama was most likely the type to tell him often:”Bro. Smile a bit or else you’ll scare every possible future bride away. Come on! Don’t always wear this dead serious face.”

🌊Tobirama is as said above not the type to make such a ridiculous promise until triggered enough. It most likely slipped unconsciously out of him, probably after you told him from something you wanted to achieve despite being clear that you would never be able to do that. Probably even telling him that when you’re older you’ll be stronger than him. In that case he would act on his pride. And because of this a small argument started and at some point he was livid enough to suddenly spit out if you would be ever able to reach that goal he would marry you. He probably tried to take these words back, but due to your bickering of him not being able to take those words back and teasing him off not having the balls to stand up for his words convinced him in the end to agree to it.

🌊Tobirama took it a lot more better when you left with your village, standing composed. He wasn’t someone who showed his feelings openly, but from his brother he couldn’t hide the fact that he was saddened by this. And Hashirama had been the first person who had shipped him and you, often teasing him about his crush on you and causing Tobirama to snap at him to stop talking nonsense. But the small blush on his face had always told Hashirama that he was right.

🌊Tobi never forgot you. How could he if his brother continued to tease him throughout the years? Your family moved to the Leaf Village later on and as soon as Hashirama heard the news he instantly told his brother about it. And his brother was most likely also the one who pushed him into visiting you instantly after. Not like Tobirama wouldn’t have done that himself anyways since he was curious about what had become of you.

🌊Tobirama spent a lot of time with you after that, most likely because his brother had begged him to. But with time he started to enjoy your presence. You had grown into a respectful and strong person. And not only that. You had also reached your goal from which you had dreamed off since your youngest childhood days. It was probably only to that that he remembered this promise from years ago. Damn it. He honestly thought you would tease him about this, but you never did. And it didn’t take much for Tobirama to figure out that you had forgot. And that stung much more than expected. Why was he so affected by such a stupid promise which he had always thought of no importance?

🌊But that proved to be not the thing that made him seething in the end. It was the fact that you started taking a liking to someone else. Some normal citizen. Tobirama knew damn well that he looked good and many people would have gone to war to just have him come on a daily base willingly over like he always did with you. But you had never seen him in that way, had you? And that was a huge blow to his pride, knowing that you preferred a civilian over someone like him. At first Tobi tried to ignore it, but it honestly didn’t take long until he exploded.

🌊We all now by now what Tobirama will do, giving that person’s life one brutal hit after another until he’s broken everything that is there to break. I think he’ll find himself constantly irritated and confused to why he’s so angry over the fact that you forgot that promise since he himself labeled it as childish at that time. But it is probably due to the fact that you were somewhat persistent on it and Tobirama was so embarrassed after promising this that he kind of started to expect from you to keep the dumb promise he had made to you. Hopefully you’ll act accordingly after he made you remember it or else he’ll be really mad. He took this promise in the end more personally than thought.

Neji Hyuga

🕊I can see Neji as a young child, before everything happened to him, as quite the romantic and dreamy one, just like he was when he later on became a Yandere. So it’s very likely that he made that promise to you. His father probably told him often that he wished for Neji to find later on happiness in his life by marrying someone he truly loved.

🕊And Neji had already someone in vision for this. You. He was a dreamy boy and liked telling you that he really wanted to marry you later on in his life. Even as a child he had already acted a lot to you like he did later on when he had grown up. And you were back then just a kid who had dreamed of their dream prince. And here you had a young Neji standing in front of you and telling you that he wanted you to become his bride/groom later on. How could you have said no to this face?

🕊Due to his already more delusional tendencies from a very young age on he truly was grieving after you had left, not understanding why you would leave him alone after making that promise to him.

🕊As much as Neji hated to admit it, there had been a time where he had almost forgot about this promise the both of you had made. It was after he had become more bitter towards life and his clan in general. During this time he had tried to forget about that promise, scolding himself for still thinking about that. It was just a stupid dream of him. But after his fight with Naruto he had started to believe in that he could make it happen. He could marry you if he worked hard enough, bringing him back to his dreamy and hazzy state. Everyone in the clan knew about his dream so it was no wonder that Neji was instantly informed the moment your family moved back.

🕊Neji was instantly all over you again, continuing to do what he had done all the time since the both of you had been young. Treating you like his future wife/husband deserved to be treated. In his eyes you were already his partner, the only thing that needed to be done now was the marriage. So he started one day completely casually talking with you about it, expecting you to still remember that promise and give him your opinion. So he was more than just confused when you suddenly started laughing s bit and telling him that this had been just a small promise of no importance. And Neji’s brain wasn’t able to make use of this information. You had to be confused somehow! He knew that you had meant it back then!

🕊And very soon he believed to have found the reason to why you were confused. It was because of that fool there! That guy had manipulated you into thinking that you loved them! Neji was honestly beging enraged by this, feeling disgusted whenever he saw you with them. Never once crossed the thought his mind that you just liked him. For him it was obvious that you were being corrupted by them.

🕊Never would Neji give you any fault from this. No, you’re his sweet angel. It’s the other person’s fault for coming near you and luring you away. Neji’s two main ways of handling this are blackmailing or if it can’t be helped, killing. Not only that, but due to his delusions he might even force you into a marriage with him, all whilst believing in that promise from so many years ago.

Shikamaru Nara

🦌Shikamaru would honestly be the type to only do something like this because he thinks it’s silly and is too lazy to start discussing with you about it. I can totally see his mother as the type who would continuously tell him that he would never be able to get a girl/boy by being so unspeakably lazy.

🦌You were be the one who had to somehow spark the conversation up about this, probably asking him if he wants to marry later on. And he told you about what his mother had told him, explaining that he doubted that someone would be able to deal with him. And you disagreed with him, saying you were sure he would be later on a great guy and that you for example could imagine to marry him later. This led to a small conversation about it and out of interest Shikamaru asked you if you would promise, wanting to see how far you would go to prove your words. And so the promise was made.

🦌Shikamaru never fully showed how sad he really was when you needed to move away and told you that you were truly a drag for leaving him all alone in the village. But he also told you that you should come back soon again.

🦌Shikamaru didn’t like talking very much about you because it made him sad. He never forgot about that promise too, always scoffing when thinking about it. But the older he got, the more it popped up in his head. He couldn’t deny that he was curious if after all those years you would still mean those words. He most likely heard from Ino that you had moved back, having heard it from one of her costumers.

🦌You were such a drag to only come now back, did you know that? That were Shikamaru’s first words when seeing you again. And you told him you had missed him too. Shikamaru enjoyed it really much that you were back, but there was still this part of him that was curious about whether you still remembered that promise or not. He doubted it, but still wanted to be sure. He was smart and started indirectly a conversation about the topic marriage, pushing you into telling him about it. And it seemed like you didn’t remember. He shouldn’t be surprised. It had after all just been a dumb promise two children had made. So why did he feel so upset by this?

🦌Shikamaru was good in analyzing, quickly noticing the signs you were giving that neighbor of yours. It all told him that you liked that guy. And he found himself surprised when feeling that nasty feeling in his stomach bubbling up whenever the two of you were talking to each other. It made him feel ashamed. Was he seriously jealous of that guy? Shouldn’t he be happy for you? And in all this mess there was still the stinging pain from the fact that you had forgotten that promise and no matter how much Shikamaru told himself that it was completely okay for you to forget about this, the stinging never fully disappeared.

🦌For Shikamaru it would take the longest to give in to his darker side and even then he would try to make it as harmless as possible. Probably figuring out habits that would annoy you on that guy and pointing out things that would make him look less fitting for you. You would honestly not even realize that he’s manipulating you.

Sasuke Uchiha

💙Before the whole massacre happened Sasuke was a very innocent child so the only chance for this to happen is before he lost his whole clan. He probably asked his brother for the first time about this, wanting to know if he had someone he wanted to marry. And these kind of conversations made Itachi often laugh because Sasuke was just too innocent to understand the whole concept.

💙Sasuke suffered, the older he got, under the pressure of wanting to be acknowledged as someone who wasn’t always seen as Itachi’s younger brother, but as Sasuke Uchiha. He wanted to be praised and looked up to and not being constantly compared to his brother. And you were the only person he truly talked about this, often looking very down when telling you how his brother could do anything whilst he was still so far behind. And to cheer him up you told him that you would choose him over his brother all the time, going as far as saying that you would even marry him later on. That promise would turn out to be the biggest mistake of your life later.

💙You were pretty much the only person who Sasuke felt like truly understood him so imagine how he felt when you needed to move. He felt like the only person who had ever loved him for who he was and had believed in him was leaving him.

💙Before the massacre happened he often felt sorrow over your absence. After Itachi had slaughtered his whole clan Sasuke wanted to focus on training, wanted to get stronger to kill his brother and avenge his clan. Revenge and hatred was the only thing he had left. Bonds just make a person weak. That’s at least what he tried to tell himself. But he knew that this wasn’t true. He wasn’t completely alone. You were still there. A bond he had never been able to break. And the loneliness inside of him combined with his possessiveness led him to searching for you after joining Orochimaru. And with his help he found you again.

💙He had never thought of that promise very much after having lost everything. He hadn’t. But somehow he had expected you to remember it. But you hadn’t. What other reason would you have to look all that happy around that other person. And that made Sasuke truly pissed off. He had expected you to keep that promise! Weren’t you after all supposed to respect him and worship him? You had always done it, encouraging him and believing in him.

💙Your crush was dead the very next day, being brutally slaughtered by Sasuke without any mercy shown. Pathetic. That person had been so weak and pathetic. What was wrong with you for falling for this guy? In Sasuke’s eyes it was obvious that you hadn’t witnessed true power yet. But he would show you whom you should give your adoration. Him. Just like you had done it when the both of you had been younger.

💙Sasuke kidnapped you shortly after, telling you what had happened to your friend and what would happen to everyone else if you would try to run away. And as soon as you started crying and begging him to let you go he asked you in a mocking tone if you hadn’t promised him to marry him? And a promise was something which was kept.

Kushina Uzumaki

🌶Kushina was to most people only a strange girl with funny red hair. But behind that impulsive shell she had always been a very romantic girl so once you managed to get close to her she was ready to do something like this. She used to be bullied because of her red hair, hearing often comments about that no one would want to marry someone with such ugly looking hair.

🌶You were worried whenever you heard those comments, fearing that Kushina was behind that tough shell in reality hurting so you often asked her if she was alright. And when you had once witnessed someone being extremely mean, calling her ugly and that she would die alone because no one would want to be with someone like her you quickly told her, after she had snapped at that guy, that many people would love to marry someone as beautiful as her. And that’s when she told you that she wasn’t interested in marrying other persons. She wanted to marry you, the only person who had supported her and loved her for who she was. That’s how the promise to marry each other when growing up was made.

🌶Kushina threw a temper tantrum when finding out that you were moving, refusing to let go of you the last day in the academy. She begged you to not to go, but she couldn’t do anything to prevent it from happening.

🌶Being a lovestruck one she was determined to keep her promise. Later on she was indeed very desired by men in the village, but she rejected all of them. She had meant it when she had said that she didn’t want anyone else than you. The only person who knew from this was Minato, her best friend. So she found out threw him that you had come back to the village. And before he even knew what was happening Kushina had already sprinted outside to see you again after years of waiting.

🌶Kushina was so glad to have you finally back in the village and picked up where the relationship of the both of you had stopped so many years ago. She didn’t need a long time to completely fall in love with you all over again, never having forgotten the way you had been there for her when no one else had been. And she was still determined to make her promise come true. But she wasn’t a delusional, meaning she knew fully well that you might have forgotten that promise over time. So she tried to spark a conversation about it. And it was like she had feared. You had forgotten. Kushina felt pretty much devastated after this. She kind of knew that she couldn’t have expected you to remember. But the fact that she had been genuine when making this swear to you and you had forgotten that hit hard.

🌶And when she found out that you had a crush on another? Poor Minato had a hard time holding her back so she wouldn’t storm to that guy and yell the living fuck out of him. Kushina understood that you were happy and wanted to get to know that person better. And that’s when she got conflicted. She wanted you to be happy, but she also wanted to be the one person next to you that made you happy. She really tried to get a hold of her racing emotions. She really did. But the knowledge that you had forgotten the promise and now had a crush on someone else caused her heart to clench.

🌶Kushina has of course the Hokage as her friend, even though I doubt that Minato would do much against that person. He might give Kushina advices on how to make you fall out of love with them and in love with her. The thing with Kushina is that as soon as she sees that guy treating you bad or does something that gets you hurt nothing will hold her back. In the end she might startle the guy away.

Asura Otsutsuki

🔳Come on, I even wrote in the Hc’s for Indra and Asura having feelings for their childhood friend that he would be absolutely the type to tell you that he’ll marry you when the both of you are older. But I can also see him as someone who would have skmetimes gotten the comment when he was younger that if he wouldn’t focus on getting stronger and learning to behave that he would have a harder time finding a partner. But just like Hashirama he would just tell them that he had already someone he wanted to marry.

🔳He told you most likely everyday that he would later on marry you. But he was also, even though never showing it much, very affected because everyone praised his brother and called him a miracle whilst people said to him that he was a nice guy, but should try to train a bit harder. That made him a bit insecure and also fearing that you might start liking Indra more than him. The promise was made out of his insecurities and to ensure that you would stay with him. He didn’t have anything against you and his brother having a close friendship. But that was it.

🔳Confusion, heartbreak, sorrow. That were only a few of Asura’s feelings when you had to move away. He was so not motivated without you here and for the first few days just sulked about your absence. Indra and his father had to help him getting back on his feet and continuing to train and work.

🔳The only thing that kept him motivated was the knowledge of the promise the both of you made. Indra clinged onto that promise like his life depended on it, never once dreaming about entering a relationship with anyone else. And when he heard that you had moved back he literally jumped on you as soon as he had raced towards your house.

🔳Asura is a mix made out of delusional yet aware. That means that he sometimes did play with the thought that so many years had passed by and you might have forgotten the promise. But he’s also someone who believed that this swear between you and him was something special. So you couldn’t have forgotten it, could you? So he just assumed that you still remembered and one day started talking with you about it. You might try to imagine his heartbreak when you asked him confused about what he was talking about, not remembering it.

🔳He was already on the ground because of funding that out, but you gave him the last vicious hit when you told him one day that you had started to become interested in that guy in your neighborhood. And again his father and brother had to help him getting over his depressive state, his brother having gotten a lot more harsher and telling him that sitting around and feeling down over it wouldn’t be from any use. If he wanted to have you he should get rid of the obstacle. Asura was by all means nothing like his brother. But the heartbreak over the discovery that you had forgotten that promise, the slight feeling of betrayal and the comments of his brother caused him at some point to break.

🔳Asura sees your promise from back then as something special and as strange as it sounds, I can see his brother helping him with this. His brother should learn the “proper way of pushing away competition”, in short trying to teach him some of his Yandere behavior. And Asura can get very unnerving if he wants to be because it’s something out of a bad dream if he gets angry and serious.

Indra Otsutsuki

💜Indra doesn’t really look like the type to do something like this since he was as a kid already more grown up mentally than all the others. Not only that, but since he was a wonder child he might have heard many people telling him that he would grow into a fine young man and would have a lot of women standing queue to get the chance to marry him.

💜Indra knew that such promises were never something that became reality later on. But I can see him as someone who would do it to motivate someone. Let’s assume that you were in the same boat as Asura, meaning a hopeless case compared to Indra. You always complained about everything being so hard and tiring and that you could never do that. And when Indra told you if you would work hard enough you just told him that he could say that so easily, being born with overflowing potential and being good at everything. Sometimes you felt so pressured about being his friend and not being able to meet his standards. One day he might not want to be your friend anymore. You looked so terribly down. And that’s when Indra said that this wasn’t true and if he would have to pick someone he would like to marry it would be you.

💜Indra was sad, but accepting with the fact that you had to move away from his village. Before you left you told him when coming back you would be stronger than now so he could feel proud of you.

💜Meeting Black Zetsu and becoming more and more obsessed with becoming stronger he didn’t think that much about you anymore. He didn’t forget you, just didn’t waste that much time anymore on thinking about you. I can see Asura and you being best friends because of your similarities when you were younger so it was for sure his brother who informed him that you were back and also the one that dragged him right away with him to see you.

💜The thing that made Indra respecting you and also admiring you the slightest bit was the fact that you had gotten indeed really strong, using all those years to train hard until you had become powerful to beat easily someone’s ass. Indra had never forgotten that promise, but had decided that it had no meaning to him anymore. It was okay for him to forget it, but he realized rather quickly that you had forgotten all about it too. And for some reason he wasn’t okay with that. Why was that? Maybe because you had looked up to him so much when you had been younger and the fact that you had forgotten meaning that you didn’t hold him in such a high light anymore. That ticked him off.

💜And when that weakling came into the picture it got even worse. Indra was completely clueless on why you would take a liking towards such a pathetic loser. Your talent would be wasted with that guy! Why would you waste your potential like this? When he could help you becoming even stronger? Why not him?

💜In this version Indra is still part of the village, meaning he won’t go instantly with the option killing. Instead he’ll terrorize that person and make sure that they won’t go anywhere near you again. But it wouldn’t take much for him to kill that person if they prove to not listen to him. He would also force you into spending more time with him, training for example, and will harshly tell you every time you speak about your crush that you have more important things to do than wasting time which can be used to make you stronger with such a loser like him. But after he went rogue and took you with him he made sure to kill that guy for sure.

[loonysama]

Heart Taker

FFC 2022 Prompt 6: something arrives in the mail.

Pairing: Snow White/Huntsman

Word Count: a cool 900

Summary: Snow is embarrassed when her crush finds out that she gave him a valentine. Maybe a mysterious letter that comes in the mail that day will soothe her heartache.

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“Hey sweetheart, how was school today?” Uncle Doc asked.

“Fine!” she said with a wave on the way to her room.

“Hold on! Something came in the mail for you,” he said as she passed him.

“Great!” she said facetiously as she swiped the letter out of his hands and tucked it into the pages of her biology textbook. She instantly felt bad about it, but she also didn’t feel like talking about it. And if she didn’t make it to her room right away she’d have to deal with the six dorks (i.e., her younger cousins). Her poor aunt and uncle really loved each other.

As she slammed the door shut, Snow rolled her eyes and pondered how stupid she could possibly be. She thought Hunt liked her. He was always teasing her. At first it was annoying, but then she started to like it and she teased back. And that made him tease more.

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In fact, she had developed the hugest crush on him. And she was so sure he liked her back that she’d been in a daze for the past three months. She wasn’t even necessarily hoping he would ask her out. She just enjoyed the feeling of being in love (or like, or whatever that feeling was). She should have said something to him a long time ago instead of hoping he would chase after her.

She put on some Pat Benetar and did a belly flopped onto her bed. Then she pondered the events that led up to the most embarrassing moment of her entire life.

Her first mistake was telling Queenie, her neighbor and best friend, that she had a huge crush on her step-brother. It was supposed to be a secret. And the very elaborate Valentine’s Day card she made for him was also supposed to be a secret, from his Secret Admirer. In hindsight, she should have just said it was from her. Or not told Queenie, who was no longer her best friend.

He opened the valentine, which she slid into his locker that morning, in biology class. He seemed to like it and looked around the room to see who it was from. Snow looked down and pretended to be reading about the special Valentine's Day lab they were working on that day: dissecting a deer’s heart. Gross.

Snow felt like Hunt and Queenie were dissecting her heart in front of the whole class when Queenie told him it was from her, and everyone laughed about it. She told the teacher she was sick and spent the rest of class in the nurse’s office so she could get away from Queenie, Hunt, and the dead deer’s heart that was making her sick.

Once she had listened to “Heartbreaker” 10 times or so on loop (she knew because she fell asleep for some of that time and the song was still playing) she decided she would get started on all the make-up work she needed to do because she missed most of biology class. She opened the textbook and the letter she'd forgotten about fell onto her lap.

“Who would send me mail?”

It was addressed to her, but there wasn’t a stamp or anything. Someone must have dropped it in the mailbox instead of mailing it.

“How odd.”

She slid the folded up piece of notebook paper out of the envelope, which she had opened as carefully as she could. The first fold revealed an ink sketch of a heart. Her interest piqued, she carefully unfolded the rest of the paper.

Hey Snow

You left your heart in biology, so I wanted to make sure you got it back.

P.S. my number is 486-8762

Snow kicked and squealed because she knew who this was from. At least she thought she did. So she texted.

Snow: Thanks for the letter. And for returning my heart.

Hunt: So… can I have mine back then?

“What? He’s just teasing me again?”

Hunt: its only fair... you took my heart a long time ago

Snow didn’t even try to settle the birdies that were singing inside her belly. He liked her! She felt flushed and brave, so she took a chance.

Snow: Come over here and take it then ;)

She waited anxiously for his reply, worried that she had gone too far, when the doorbell rang.

She raced through the house before anyone else could answer the door.

"Who is it?" Uncle Doc asked.

"Just solicitors!"

"Oh! Just tell them to go away!"

Then she took a second to calm herself and fluff her hair.

"Hey, Hunt," she smiled as she shut the door behind her.

He smiled but didn't speak. There really was nobody like him anywhere.

"What's the matter, Hunt? Cat's got your tongue?"

He still didn't seem to have anything to say, and now Snow was thinking about his tongue, so she bit into his mouth like a juicy red apple.

"So, um, you can keep my heart, you know... if you want," he said once he caught his breath.

Snow smiled and nodded.

"Then, can I have yours back?"

"You'll have to take it back," she teased as she turned to go back into the house.

"Oh yeah?" he said as he jumped between her and the door. He stopped her with his hand at the center of her chest.

Snow smiled and she took another bite.