#I'm just longingly gazing out the window all day like a dog

[allonsybadwolf]

I'm waiting for my inkle loom to get delivered today and the UPS window is like 6am - 8pm and I feel like I'm on hold. Can't do other tasks WAITING FOR LOOM.

[padmerrie]

I want you to know that I think about your drawing of Kakashi and Sasuke with the cat every day. I just can't deal with it its too much his lil shoes gaaaahhh I'm weeping. And now I can't stop thinking about kakashi tying the laces of Sasuke's lil baby star shoes while he pitches a fit about the cat. (Btw what is the cat's name this is very important information I must have)

I’m sorry it took me so long to respond to this, but I am not exaggerating when I say that your message made my year lol.  I basically live in this AU now so for someone to actually like my silly, self-indulgent art enough to take the time to message me about it was just

My sister @panharmonium and I are watching Naruto for the first time (we haven’t finished yet, so no spoilers please! <3) and while there’s a lot that we love about it, we are particularly obsessed with Kakashi and Sasuke, so an Adopted!Sasuke AU was inevitable.  I call it Bookends.  There’s a summary on my AO3, but the “story” has evolved since then.  It’s loosely based on Gilmore Girls.  Yes, you heard that right - Gilmore Girls, the tv show about the mother/daughter duo who love coffee and talk fast.  The universe is built on three basic pillars:

1. After Itachi supposedly murders his family and disappears, Sasuke is left in the hands of his estranged relative, Madara.  Gramps has grand plans for Obito to raise Sasuke and mold him into the next great Uchiha, but Kakashi knows that Obito isn’t ready for that level of responsibility and sensing his friend cracking under the pressure, steps in at the final hour - much to Madara’s disapproval.  Obito splits.  Drama ensues.

2. Kakashi raises Sasuke with the help of 8 dogs, 1 cat, and lots and lots of caffeine.

3. When Sasuke is accepted into his dream school, Kakashi goes to Madara and Hashirama (who are married, duh) and asks for their help in paying the tuition.  In exchange for their help, Madara demands that they have a more active role in Sasuke’s life, and thus begins a new era for Kakashi's relationship with the Uchiha.

Aside from those three “plot points”, it’s all just domestic funtimes with my faves bc who needs plot?

It’s funny that the shoes became a Thing bc I HATE drawing them and am very bad at it (hence why Kakashi is still in his socks lol).  But kids shoes are so much cooler than adults, you now?  And then I got to thinking about how *not* superficial Sasuke is, but I can totally picture him walking past a store with Kakashi while they’re out walking the dogs and he sees these crazy cool shoes on display in the window.  And every time after that, the street that this store is on is suddenly a permanent fixture on their walk.  No matter where they’re headed somehow they always manage to find themselves on this street.  But Sasuke is too stubborn to actually say what he wants, so for weeks Kakashi just watches him gaze longingly at this pair of shoes every time they walk by.  Until one day, they get to the store and the shoes are gone.  Sasuke doesn’t say anything, but he’s crushed.  He’s surly the rest of the walk and when they get home, he stomps off to his room - where he finds the shoes sitting sparkly and new on the edge of his bed. :’)

(also - this is in no way discouraging you to cease daydreaming about Kakashi tying Sasuke’s shoes bc this is a very worthwhile way to spend your time and I fully support you in that endeavor - but I actually made Sasuke’s shoes velcro bc heaven forbid he let someone help him tie his shoes XD)

Yes, the cat does have a name!  It’s Tabi, like the traditional Japanese socks (courtesy of pan’s research).  Sasuke wanted to name him something cool, but Naruto, who famously calls everyone by an obvious nickname (i.e. Lee = Bushy Brow), took one look at kitty’s white double-pawed paws and immediately christened him with Tabi. Try as he might, he couldn’t get Tabi to answer to anything else after that. The next time Naruto comes knocking on their door to see if Sasuke's home, Sasuke tries to convince Kakashi to pretend they moved.

[thewidowsghost]

The Unknown Muggleborn - Chapter 10

3rd Person POV

Quirrell, however, must have been braver than Harry, Ron, and Hermione had thought. In the weeks that follow he did seem to be getting paler and thinner, but it didn't look as though he had cracked it.

Every time they pass the third-floor corridor, Harry and Ron would press their ears to the door to check that Fluffy is growling inside.

Whenever Harry passes Quirrell he gives him a small smile, and Ron started telling people off for his stutter.

Hermione and (Y/n) had more on their minds than the Sorcerer's Stone. Hermione had started drawing up study schedules and the two had been color-coding all their notes. Ron and Harry watch in amazement as (Y/n) launches into some complicated Potions thing at Hermione's request and the brunette begins jotting down notes.

Harry and wouldn't have minded, but Hermione kept nagging them to do the same.

"Hermione, the exams are ages away."

"Ten weeks," Hermione snaps.

"That's not ages," (Y/n) pipes up, "that's like a second to Nicholas Flamel."

"But we're not six hundred years old," Ron reminds her. "Anyway, what are you four studying for, you all ready know it all!"

"What are we studying for?" (Y/n) exclaims. "Are you crazy? You realize we need to pass these exams to get into our second year? They're very important, we should have started studying a month ago."

"I don't know what's gotten into me," Hermione chimes in.

Unfortunately, the teachers seem to be thinking along the same lines as Hermione and (Y/n). They pile so much homework on them that the Easter holidays weren't nearly as much fun as the Christmas ones. It is hard to relax with Hermione and (Y/n) next to you reciting the twelve uses of dragon's blood or practicing wand movements. Moaning and yawning, Harry and Ron spent most of their free time in the library with them, trying to get through all their extra work.

"I'll never remember this," Ron bursts out one afternoon, throwing down his quill and looking longingly out of the library windows. It is the first really fine day they'd had in months. The sky is a clear, forget-me-not blue, and there is a feeling in the air of summer coming.

Harry, who is looking up "Dittany" in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, didn't look up until he hears Ron says, "Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?"

Hagrid shuffles into view, hiding something behind his back. He looks very out of place in his moleskin overcoat.

"Jus' lookin'," he says, in a shifty voice that gets their interest at once. "An'what're you lot up ter?" He looks suddenly suspicious. "Yer not still lookin' fer Nicolas Flamel, are yeh?"

"Oh, we found out who he is ages ago," says Ron impressively. "And we know what that dog's guarding, it's a Sorcerer's St —"

"Shhhh!" Hagrid looks around quickly to see if anyone is listening."Don' go shoutin' about it, what's the matter with yeh?"

"There are a few things we wanted to ask you, as a matter of fact," says Harry, "about what's guarding the Stone, apart from Fluffy -"

"Don't rope me into this," (Y/n) says, not looking up from her potions notes.

"SHHH!" says Hagrid again. "Listen - come an' see me later, I'm not promisin' I'll tell yeh anythin', mind, but don' go rabbitin' about it in here, studens aren' s'pposed ter know. They'll think I've told yeh-"

"See you later, then," says Harry.

Hagrid shuffles off.

"What was he hiding behind his back?" says Hermione thoughtfully.

"Do you think it had anything to do with the Stone?" Harry wonders.

"I'm going to see what section he was in," says Ron, who'd had enough of working. He comes back a minute later with a pile of books in his arms and slams them down on the table. "Dragons!" he whispers. "Hagrid was looking up stuff about dragons!Look at these: Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland; From Egg to Inferno, A Dragon Keeper's Guide."

"Hagrid's always wanted a dragon, he told me so the first time I ever met him."

"But it's against our laws," (Y/n) comments, still gazing down at her notes, Snape had told her that he was giving her a more advanced exam than everyone else's. "Dragon breeding was outlawed by the Warlocks' Convention of 1709."

"Everyone knows that," Ron agrees. "It's hard to stop Muggles from noticing us if we're keeping dragons in the back garden - anyway, you can't tame dragons, it's dangerous. You should see the burns Charlie's got of wild ones in Romania."

"But there aren't wild dragons in Britain?" asks Harry.

"Of course there are," says Ron. "Common Welsh Green and Hebridean Blacks. The Ministry of Magic has a job hushing them up, I can tell you. Our kind have to keep putting spells on Muggles have spotted them, to make them forget."

"So what on earth is Hagrid up to?" wonders Hermione wonders aloud.

. . .

When they knock on the gamekeeper's hut an hour later, they are surprised to see that ll the curtains are closed. Hagrid calls, "Who is it?" before he had let them in, and then shuts the door quickly behind them.

It is stifling hot inside, and (Y/n) rolls up the sleeves of her shirt and Fang jumps into her lap.

"So - yeh wanted to ask me something?"

"Yes," says Harry, seeing no point in beating around the bush. "We were -"

"Not me, just to be clear," (Y/n) interjects and Hagrid glances gratefully at her.

"Wondering," Harry continues, "if you could tell us what's guarding eh Sorcerer's Stone apart from Fluffy."

Hagrid frowns at him. "O' course I can't," he says. "Number one, I don' know meself. Number two, yeh know too much already, so I wouldn' tell yeh if I could. That Stone's here fer a good reason. It was almost stolen outta Gringotts — Is'ppose yeh've worked that out an' all? Beats me how yeh even know abou' Fluffy."

"Oh, come on, Hagrid, you might want to tell us," Hermione begins."But you do know, you know everything that goes on around here," she finishes in a warm, flattering voice. Hagrid's beard twitches and they can tell he is smiling."We only wondered who had done the guarding, really," Hermione continues. "We wondered who Dumbledore had trusted enough to help him, apart from you."

Hagrid's chest swells at the last words and Harry and Ron beam at Hermione, (Y/n) scratching Fang behind the ears.

"Well, I don' s'pose it could hurt ter tell yeh that . . . let's see . . . he borrowed Fluffy from me . . . then some o' the teachers did enchantments . . .Professor Sprout — Professor Flitwick — Professor McGonagall —" he ticks them off on his fingers, "Professor Quirrell — an' Dumbledore himself did somethin', o' course. Hang on, I've forgotten someone. Oh yeah, Professor Snape."

"Snape?" Harry asks.

"Yeah — yer not still on abou' that, are yeh? Look, Snape helped protect the Stone, he's not about ter steal it."

Harry knows Ron and Hermione are thinking the same as he is. If Snape had been in on protecting the Stone, it must have been easy to find out how the other teachers had guarded it. He probably knew everything — except, it seemed, Quirrell's spell and how to get past Fluffy.

"You're the only one who knows how to get past Fluffy, aren't you, Hagrid?" asks Harry anxiously. "And you wouldn't tell anyone, would you? Not even one of the teachers?"

"Not a soul knows except me an' Dumbledore," says Hagrid proudly.

"Well, that's something," Harry mutters to the others, (Y/n) rolling her eyes. "Hagrid, can we have a window open? I'm boiling."

"Can't, Harry, sorry," says Hagrid. (Y/n) notices him glance at the fire, and she looks at it, too.

"Hagrid — what's that?" But she already knows what is. In the very heart of the fire, underneath the kettle, is a huge, black egg. She nudges Fang off her and crouches in front of the fire.

"Ah," says Hagrid, fiddling nervously with his beard, "That's — er . . ."

"Where did you get it, Hagrid?" (Y/n) asks, studying the black egg.

"It must've cost you a fortune," Ron pipes up, crouching beside (Y/n).

"Won it," answers Hagrid. "Las' night. I was down in the village havin' a few drinks an' got into a game o' cards with a stranger. Think he was quite glad ter get rid of it, ter be honest."

"But what are you going to do with it when it's hatched?" wonders Hermione.

"Well, I've bin doin' some readin'," says Hagrid, pulling a large book from under his pillow. "Got this outta the library — Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit — it's a bit outta date, o' course, but it's all in here. Keep the eggi n the fire, 'cause their mothers breathe on 'em, see, an' when it hatches, feed it on a bucket o' brandy mixed with chicken blood every half hour. An' see here — how ter recognize diff'rent eggs — what I got there's a Norwegian Ridgeback. They're rare, them."

Hagrid looks very pleased with himself, but Hermione doesn't look pleased at all. "Hagrid," she exclaims, "you live in a wooden house!" But Hagrid isn't listening. He is humming merrily as he stokes the fire.

. . .

So now they have something else to worry about: what might happen to Hagrid if anyone found out he's hiding an illegal dragon in his hut.

"Wonder what it's like to have a peaceful life," Ron sighs, as evening after evening they struggle through all the extra homework they were getting. Hermione had started making study schedules for Harry and Ron, too. And it was driving them nuts.

Then, one breakfast time, Hedwig brings Harry a note from Hagrid. He had written only two words: It's hatching.

Ron wanted to skip Herbology and go straight down to the hut, but Hermione wouldn't hear of it.

"Hermione, how many times in our lives are we going to see a dragon hatching?" Ron asks.

"We've got lessons, we'll get into trouble, and that's nothing to what Hagrid's going to be in when someone finds out what he's doing -"

"Shut up!" Harry whispers.

Malfoy was only a few feet away and he had stopped dead to listen. (Y/n) turns to give him a glare and the blond scampers off, reminding (Y/n) of a little ferret.

Ron and Hermione argue all the way to Herbology and in the end, she agrees to run down Hagrid's with the other five during morning break. When the bell sounds from the castle at the end of their lesson, the three of them drop their trowels at once and hurry through the grounds to the edge of the forest. Hagrid greet them, looking flushed and excited.

"It's nearly out," Hagrid ushers them inside.

The egg is lying on the table. There are deep cracks in it. Something is moving inside; a funny clicking noise was coming from it.

The five draw their chairs up to the table and watch with bated breath.

All at once there is a scraping noise and the egg splits open. The baby dragon flops onto the table. It isn't exactly pretty, Harry thinks. It's spiny wings are huge compared to it's skinny jet body, it has a long snout with wide nostrils, the stubs of horns and bulging, orange eyes.

It sneezes, a couple of sparks flying out of it's snout.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Hagrid murmurs. He reaches out a hand to stroke the dragon's head. It snaps at his fingers, showing pointed fangs. "Bless him, look, he knows his mummy!" exclaims Hagrid.

"Hagrid," says Hermione, "how fast do Norwegian Ridgebacks grow, exactly?"

Hagrid is about to answer when the color suddenly drained from his face - he leaps to his feet and runs to the window.

"What's the matter?" (Y/n) asks.

"Someone was lookin' through the gap in the curtains - it's a kid - he's runnin' back up ter the school."

(Y/n) bolts to the door and looks out. Even at a distance there is no mistaking him.

Malfoy had seen the dragon.

. . .

Something about the smile lurking on Malfoy's face during the last week made Harry, Ron, Hermione and (Y/n) very nervous. They spend most of their free time in Hagrid's darkened hut, trying to reason with him.

"Just let him go," Harry urges.

"I can't he'll die," Hagrid says. "He's too little."

They look at the dragon. It had grown three times in length in just a week, smoke furling out of its nostrils. Hagrid hadn't been doing his gamekeeping duties because the dragon was keeping him so busy. There are empty brandy bottles and chicken feathers all over the floor.

"I've decided to call him Norbert," says Hagrid, looking at the dragon with misty eyes. "He really knows me now, watch. Norbert! Norbert! Where's Mummy?"

"He's lost his marbles," Ron mutters in Harry's ear.

"Hagrid," says Hermione loudly, "give it two weeks and Norbert's going to be as long as your house. Malfoy could go to Dumbledore at any moment."

Hagrid bites his lip. "I — I know I can't keep him forever, but I can't jus' dump him, I can't."

Harry suddenly turns to Ron."Charlie," he says.

"You're losing it, too," said Ron. "I'm Ron, remember?"

"No — Charlie — your brother, Charlie. In Romania. Studying dragons. We could send Norbert to him. Charlie can take care of him and then put him back in the wild!"

"Brilliant!" exclaims Ron. "How about it, Hagrid?"

And in the end, Hagrid agrees that they could send an owl to Charlie to ask him.

The following week drags by. Wednesday night found Hermione, Harry, and (Y/n) sitting alone in the common room, long after everyone else had gone to bed. The clock on the wall had just chimed midnight when the portrait hole burst open. Ron appears out of nowhere as he pulled off Harry's Invisibility Cloak. He had been down at Hagrid's hut, helping him feed Norbert, who was now eating dead rats by the crate.

"It bit me!" he says, showing them his hand, which was wrapped in a bloody handkerchief. "I'm not going to be able to hold a quill for a week. I tell you, that dragon's the most horrible animal I've ever met, but the way Hagrid goes on about it, you'd think it was a fluffy little bunny rabbit. When it bit me he told me off for frightening it. And when I left, he was singing it a lullaby."

There is a tap on the dark window.

"It's Hedwig!" (Y/n) says, hurrying to let her in. "She'll have Charlie's answer!"

The six of them put their heads together to read the note.

Dear Ron,

How are you? Thanks for the letter — I'd be glad to take the Norwegian Ridgeback, but it won't be easy getting him here. I think the best thing will be to send him over with some friends of mine who are coming to visit me next week. Trouble is, they mustn't be seen carrying an illegal dragon.

Could you get the Ridgeback up the tallest tower at midnight on Saturday? They can meet you there and take him away while it's till dark.

Send me an answer as soon as possible.

Love, Charlie

They look at one another.

"We've got the Invisibility Cloak," says Harry. "It shouldn't be too difficult - I think the cloak's big enough to cover three of us and Norbert."

It was a mark of how bad the last week had been that the other five agree with him. Anything to get rid of Norbert - and Malfoy.

There was a hitch. By the next morning, Ron's bitten hand had swollen to twice its usual size. He didn't know whether it was safe to go to Madam Pomfrey - would she recognize a dragon bite? By the afternoon, though, he had no choice. The cut had turned a nasty shade of green. It looked as if Norbert's fangs were poisonous.

Harry, Hermione, and (Y/n) rush up to the hospital wing at the end of the day to find Ron in a terrible state in bed.

"It's not just my hand," he whispers, "although that feels like it's about to fall off. Malfoy told Madam Pomfrey he wanted to borrow one of my books so he could come and have a good laugh at me. He kept threatening to tell her what really bit me — I've told her it was a dog, but I don't think she believes me — I shouldn't have hit him at the Quidditch match, that's why he's doing this."

The other three try to calm Ron down.

"It'll all be over at midnight on Saturday," says Iliana gently, but this didn't soothe Ron at all. On the contrary, he sits bolt upright and broke into a sweat.

"Midnight on Saturday!" he says in a hoarse voice. "Oh no — oh no —I've just remembered — Charlie's letter was in that book Malfoy took, he's going to know we're getting rid of Norbert."

The others didn't get a chance to answer. Madam Pomfrey came over at that moment and made them leave, saying Ron needed sleep.

. . .

"It's too late to change the plan now," (Y/n) murmurs to the others. "We haven't got time to send Charlie another owl."

"This could be our only chance to get rid of Norbert," Harry adds. "We'll have to risk it, and we have got the Invisibility Cloak, Malfoy doesn't know about that."

They find Fang sitting outside with a bandaged tail when they go to tell Hagrid, who opens a window to talk to them.

(Y/n) crouches beside the large boarhound, scratching behind Fang's ears.

"I won't let you in," Hagrid puffs. "Norbert's at a tricky stage — nothin' I can't handle."

When they tell him about Charlie's letter, his eyes fill with tears, although that might have just been because Norbert had just bitten him on the leg.

"Aargh! It's all right, he only got my boot — jus' playin'— he's only a baby, after all."

The 'baby' bangs its tail on the wall, making the windows rattle. Harry, Hermione, and (Y/n) walk back to the castle, feeling as though Saturday couldn't come quickly enough.

. . .

They would have felt sorry for Hagrid when the time came to say good-bye to Norbert if they hadn't been so worried about what they had to do.

It was a very dark, cloudy night, and they were a bit late arriving at Hagrid's hut because they'd have to wait for Peeves to get out of their way in the entrance hall, where he'd been playing tennis against teh wall.

Hagrid had Norbert packed and ready in a large crate.

"He's got lots o' rats an' some brandy fer the journey," says Hagrid in a muffled voice. "An' I've packed his teddy bear in case he gets lonely."

From inside the crate comes ripping noises that sound to (Y/n) as though the teddy is having his head torn off.

"Bye-bye, Norbert!" Hagrid sobs, as Harry, (Y/n), and Hermione cover the crate with the Invisibility Cloak and step underneath it themselves."Mummy will never forget you!"

How they managed to get the crate back up to the castle, they never knew.Midnight ticks nearer as they heave Norbert up the marble staircase in the entrance hall and along the dark corridors. Up another staircase, then another— even one of Harry's shortcuts didn't make the work much easier.

"Nearly there!" Harry pants as they reach the corridor beneath the tallest tower.

Then a sudden movement ahead of them makes them almost drop the crate. Forgetting that they were already invisible, they shrink into the shadows, staring at the dark outlines of two people grappling with each other, ten feet away.

A lamp flares.

Professor McGonagall, in a tartan bathrobe and a hair net, has Malfoy by the ear. "Detention!" she shouts. "And twenty points from Slytherin! Wandering around in the middle of the night, how dare you —"

"You don't understand, Professor. Harry Potter and (Y/n) (L/n) are coming — they've got a dragon!"

"What utter rubbish! How dare you tell such lies! Come on - I shall see Professor Snape about you, Malfoy!"

The steep spiral staircase up to the top of the tower seems the easiest thing in the world after that. Not until they'd stepped out into the cold night air, did they throw off the Cloak, glad to be able do breathe properly again. Hermione does a sort of jig.

"Malfoy's got detention! I could sing!"

"Don't," (Y/n) smiles warmly at her sister. "You know that's my thing."

Chuckling about Malfoy, they wait, Norbert thrashing about in his crate. About ten minutes later, four broomsticks come swooping down out of the darkness.

Charlie's friends were a cheery lot. They show Harry, Hermione, and (Y/n) the harness they'd rigged up, so they could suspend Norbert between them. They all help buckle Norbert safely into it and then Harry, (Y/n), and Hermione shake hands with the others and thank them very much.

At last, Norbert was going . . . going . . . gone.

Harry and Hermione slip back down the spiral staircase and (Y/n) grabs the Invisibility Cloak. She darts down the stairs when she hears a noise coming from the end of the hall and throws the Cloak over Harry and Hermione.

As the figure steps out, Filch's have looms suddenly out of the darkness. "Well, well, well," he leers at (Y/n). "You are in trouble, aren't you.

Harry and Hermione watch in shock and horror as Filch grabs (Y/n)'s upper arm and begins dragging her down the corridor.

Word Count: 3574 words

[kweebtrash]

Practice Makes Perfect (M)

Pairing: Hui x Reader 

 Warnings:  First Time, awkwardness, bj’s, Hui being an absolute sweetie

Summary:  I’m still bad at writing fluff but I made a quick drabble thing about sucking Hui’s dick for the first time LMAO. Hope you like it, my sweet cupcake <3

I listened to the steady rhythm of Hui's heartbeat that coupled with the rise and fall of his chest. The same heartbeat that had lured me to sleep also coaxed me out of it. My body was a little tense from being smushed between his body and the back of the couch. We had somehow fallen asleep in the middle of watching some cheesy horror film that bordered on pornographic. Our laughs had turned into yawns and the warmth of the piles of blankets on us didn't help. I stretched a bit, feeling my shoulders and back crack into place. Hui stirred slightly, his plush lips buried in my hair as he tightened his arm around my shoulder. I loved having days with him like this. We hadnt been dating long and we rarely got time to even chill together. This was basically a miracle that opened within his schedule and the first thing he wanted to do was spend time with me. And of course we napped for half that time. It made me giggle to myself. To others we may have seemed boring but to us this was perfect. Warm blankets, a stupid movie, rain spattering on the windows, and tight cuddles.

I sighed softly, running my hands just under his shirt to feel the heat of his skin. My thumb traveled up and down the length of his abs, his perfect body never failing to make me blush. He shifted again, and i could tell he was teetering in and out of sleep. I returned my head to his chest, taking in the fading scent of his cologne as my hand dipped underneath the waistband of his pajama pants to rub at his v line. My eyes trailed down to where my hand rested and curious thoughts started floating to my head. I bit my lip mulling over if I should open up this chapter of our relationship. It was pretty hard to resist him honestly, even though i was a basket of nerves that was always too scared to go past making out. He never pushed me further either and was always a gentleman, always smiling when we stopped and resuming our previous activity as if it was nothing. He deserved so much.

My fingers moved a little lower, grazing over the slight bulge in his briefs. His hips slipped upward making me cup him in my palm. He sighed softly, his head falling to the side, exposing his neck. I kissed the newly revealed skin, trailing kisses up and down his jugular as my hand coaxed him to life. His soft sighs morphed into short groans as he finally stirred awake. “Hey…” he said huskily. He rubbed his eyes and looked down at my hand. “What are you doing?”

“I thought it might be nice to wake you up like this...is it ok?” i asked.

“Yeah...yeah, it is but...I didn't think you'd want to so soon.” He gave me a sweet kiss, pushing my hair back slightly.

“It's ok. I think I'd like doing this to you. Just dont laugh at me okay?”

“I would never. But um… it's a little better to stroke it when it’s wet.”

“Wet?” I nodded. “Oh...duh.”

Hui sat up a bit. “Dont force yourself, seriously.”

I ignored him and instead directed my attention to pushing up his shirt and laying kisses across his stomach. I wiggled myself down a little more, getting into a more comfortable position between his thighs. I avoiding looking up at him for now and kissed my way down to the waistband of his pj pants. I could feel him watching me as i pulled the fabric away from him and set my kisses on the outline of his cock through his briefs. My lips traveled the length of his shaft paying extra attention to his tip. I mouthed him softly as my hands stroked the expanse of his thighs around me. Hui set his head back against the armrest as he slid his pants and briefs down a little further, exposing himself fully to me. I didnt expect him to be as thick as he was nor did i expect my body to react to him instantly. It felt like i was suddenly craving to have him in my mouth. I swallowed back my fears and took him into my hand, guiding him to my lips.

The first lick earned me a gasp before Hui slapped his hand to his mouth to mask his sound. For a split second i thought something was wrong until i felt the pulse beneath my fingers. I repeated the soft kitten lick before wrapping my lips around the tip drawing short pulls from him. He kept his sounds muffled but continuous, giving me a little bit more confidence to take the entirety of his head down. It was a bit suffocating, filling my mouth almost completely. My fingers dug into his thigh as i focused on breathing through my nose. Suddenly his hips bucked and he pushed me back a bit. “T-teeth!”

“What?” I panicked.

“Teeth. Um...open your mouth a little wider so your teeth dont...um scratch me. It hurts.”

I covered my face instantly, instantly regretting my lack of knowledge and trying to showcase my pathetic skills. “I'm sorry!”

“N-no! Baby, it's okay. Seriously. There's a first time for everything!” He caressed my cheek gently, smiling down at me and making my face burn even brighter. “Can you keep going? Please?”

I looked down at him and nodded meekly, recapturing him in my mouth and resuming my slow sucks. I kept my mouth open a bit wider, guiding his shaft with my hand in to reach a bit deeper and forgo the impact of my teeth. He settled back again, nodding down at me to let me know it felt much better. I closed my eyes and sighed gently around him, getting used to the heavy heat in my mouth. My head bobbed and bounced, my tongue gaining more confidence to edge along the sides and trace the veins within him. Eventually his hips added a bit more force, shoving his cock towards the back of my throat. His hand cupped the back of my head, keeping me in a firm place. “Ahh...just like that.” He licked his plush lips and dug his fingers into my scalp slightly.

My hand fell between his thighs exploring the sensitivity of his balls with my thumb. I pressed into them, cupping them in my hand and giving them a lengthy squeeze. The moans he let out made me press my thighs together feeling myself get wetter with each one of his sensual sounds. Hui rocked his hips slowly though i could tell he was holding back. The head of his cock was just brushing against the back of my throat. I tried everything in my willpower to not gag around him, my eyes clenching shut as my toes dug into the couch. He was swelling now, filling my small mouth further. I let out a small whimper, squeezing his base with one hand while the other remained focused on massaging his balls.

“S-shit…” I heard him hiss out. “Babe, hold on.”

I pulled away again, curious as to what i was doing wrong. “Hmm?”

“I-i...uh...i wanted to stop you in case you didnt want to….um...swallow.” He bit his lip, his sweet puppy dog eyes dodging my gaze as his cheeks warmed up.

“Well were else are you gonna put it?” I cocked my head to the side, a puzzled look on my face.

“I mean...i can just...do it on myself.”

“What! No!” Now my cheeks were starting to burn. “I want to try it at least!”

“I didn't know! I just thought id let you know!” He covered his face and groaned. “Sorry, this isnt sexy.”

I smiled and moved myself up briefly to kiss at his hands before moving them away. “You're the absolute sweetest Hui.” I kissed him, humming softly in approval against his lips. “And you're always incredibly sexy. That's why i wanted to take care of you.”

“Ahh...well i-i'm glad you think so…” He let out a nervous chuckle before looking down between us. “I like watching you...the way your lips look around me. How cute you were trying to make sure i felt good...And maybe we can keep practicing?”

I nodded and shimmed down to my previous position, licking my lips before taking him in my mouth again. I pulled him back in deeper this time, making sure to draw the hot soft sighs and moans out of him again. I felt his thighs tensing beside me, his back arching slightly off the cushions as his hand got lost in my hair. He said my name over and over, mixed in with a few curses before i felt his release across my tongue. I swallowed back, gulping down a few times as it continued to flow. Slowly, the tension in his body released and he pulled away gently. I quickly wiped my mouth not wanting to make a mess everywhere and look like those gross ass pornos. I shuddered even at the thought.

I slid back between the back of the cushion and the warmth of my boyfriend, looking up at him longingly. He pulled me into a heated kiss, his taste shared between us. I clutched onto his shoulder as our tongues worked against one another, soft pants and moans echoing in the living room. His sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling slightly and leaving me practically breathless. “H-hui…” I mewled.

“That was the best way to wake up I have to admit.” he laughed. “But i'm thinking that maybe I can practice on you now?”

I buried my face in his chest, clutching onto his shirt and trying to hide. “I think i'd like that too. Practice makes perfect after all.”

[renasrouge]

A Student Seating Shipping Planning Session

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summary: in which miss bustier is a shipper who just wants her otp to be canon, and she’s willing to recruit her colleagues to do it.

word count: 1311

a/n: this is the first fanfic i wrote from over a year ago, so i figure it should be the first that i post on here too. just a warning, it’s not meant to be realistic, and the genre leans heavily toward crack. hope you enjoy!!

“Welcome to the first student seating planning session of the school year,” Miss Bustier announces cheerfully as the screen behind her illuminates in a full-screen presentation. “Let us begin!”

Ms. Mendeleiev and Mr. D'Argencourt stare back at her with blank faces. Miss Bustier guesses they’re a bit upset that she called them for a teacher meeting so early in the morning.

Mr. D’Argencourt slowly raises a hand. “Excuse me, but why am I here for this?”

“Essentially,” Ms. Bustier starts, “I know that all of us have been taking our student... pairings into strong consideration for a few months, and I know it's not necessarily in our job descriptions, but we need to talk about our students.”

Ms. Mendeleiev takes this pause as a cue to slam her fists on the table. “These teenagers have too many personal problems and absolutely no regard for lab safety. No respect for their educators! Just this last Wednesday, I found Alya Césaire blogging during my lecture. Blogging! Those uncultivated 21st century children... and don't even get me started on Alix and Kim, always betting in my class! Caline, you've had the same issues, correct?”

But Miss Bustier is already far gone, plotting ways to make DJWifi a reality.

“Caline!”

Miss Bustier snaps out of her reverie and realizes that she still needs to start the meeting. “Sorry. Yes. The shipping fates of our students are a matter to all of us, so I think we should start with the first topic. First, you two are strong student shippers, correct?”

Silence.

“I'm sorry, shippers?” Mr. D'Argencourt asks.

Miss Bustier gapes at her coworkers' ignorance. “People who ship.”

This time, Ms. Mendeleiev jumps in, continuing her rant from earlier. “Those pesky kids still have no regard for lab safety and listen to that sickening music during my class—”

Miss Bustier sighs, wondering why she even bothered with this. “Shipping. Ships. Pairing students.”

Mr. D'Argencourt strokes his mustache with the tip of his fencing epee (which he had brought to the meeting despite multiple glares of disapproval). There’s a pregnant pause as Miss Bustier waits for him to catch up.

"I still do not see... ”

As a last resort, Miss Bustier swipes the remote from the table. She absent-mindedly flips through the presentation slides, scrolling past the seating charts of every class in the school. She stops on one particular class with too many ships for its own good and draws a line with her finger, linking the yearbook photos of a sweet pigtailed girl and a blond boy with green eyes.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste,” she says. “This is a ship.”

The recognition on Ms. Mendeleiev and Mr. D'Argencourt's faces is instant.

“Those two!” Ms. Mendeleiev shrieks, and Miss Bustier swears that the dogs across the street start to bark at the sound. “Always late for everything and going to the bathroom just when I'm about to reach the climax of my lecture! The ungrateful hooligans—”

"My star fencing student!” Mr. D'Argencourt jumps at the same time. “And... some other girl.” He tilts his head so that it rests on the epee's handle. “They may make a good couple.”

Miss Bustier feels like crying tears of joy. At least the PE teacher isn't a lost cause.

“Yes, yes, Armand! Look, they're right here—”

Miss Bustier trips over her words as she flips through the rest of her slides, finding one that she snapped in literature class last week. Adrien is sitting in his usual seat, diligently scribbling at his desk. Behind him, Marinette is gazing longingly at the back of his head. While Miss Bustier supposes that she should have reprimanded Marinette for daydreaming in class, it was such a golden ship moment that she couldn't disturb the peace.

"This is Adrinette,” Miss Bustier explains. “Marinette has a hopeless crush on Adrien—the entire school can confirm it—and from this picture that I took from the courtyard window, he likes her back at least a little.

“This is Adrien writing some sort of letter—a confession letter, maybe?—in class on Valentine's Day, and this is Marinette falling onto him on the school's front steps. She's a little clumsy, but I think Adrien finds it endearing. My point is that it’s our responsibility as teachers to advance this ship to its full potential, and—”

Miss Bustier has Ms. Mendeleiev's interest now. “So, Caline, you're proposing that if we move around the seating so that Marinette and Adrien are together, Miss Dupain-Cheng will be motivated to come on-time to class to see Mr. Agreste? And my teaching will be interrupted less often?”

“Well, I guess that would be a bonus, but we should have them sit next to each other to let Adrien realize his feelings for Marinette and fulfill one of many ships in the class.”

There's silence once more.

“Many? So there are other... ships?” Mr. D'Argencourt twirls his epee in one hand, and Miss Bustier resists the urge to confiscate it.

Focus on the ships. Focus on the ships.

“Yes, of course. Let me draw them out.”

Miss Bustier flips back to the seating charts and begins to connect the pictures.

"Here, you have Alya and Nino, DJWifi. Alya manages the Ladyblog and Nino is an aspiring DJ and filmmaker—you can see how they would help each other out in the future and be a media-savvy power couple, and they both even wear glasses—”

Ms. Mendeleiev stares.

"—and over here there's Alix and Kim, who sit diagonal, or alternately Kim and Max, which is a pretty good ship too, except Kim apparently liked Chloé back in February, which we can hope he got over, since that would invalidate both of the possible ships, and then right behind them there's Juleka and Rose—also a bit of a problem since Rose has shown clear interest in Ali, but she’d better get over it because Julerose is so cute—and, oh, Mylène and Ivan sit way too far away in class—”

Mr. D'Argencourt slowly shifts away.

"—but right now the only good thing we've got going on the whole right side of the seating chart is that Nathanael is far, far away from society where he can impact the golden beauty that is Adrinette, and we have to make sure that he doesn't move up behind Marinette, or my secondary OTP will in sincere danger, and there's the problem of how to put Chloé farther from Adrien, and Ivan closer to Mylène, and Alya where she can actually talk to Nino, and Nathanael preferably even farther away from Marinette, and Sabrina who-knows-where—I mean, we could ship her with Max, but I'm not sure how they would interact considering the current seating—and just augh! We need a new seating chart to promote my ships! Now! I can’t do this anymore!”

Ms. Mendeleiev and Mr. D'Argencourt sit in silence, watching as Miss Bustier catches her breath.

“Caline…” Ms. Mendeleiev starts softly.

“Ladynoir!” Miss Bustier wails, dropping to her knees on the meeting room carpet. “My OTP! There hasn't been an akuma attack in weeks!”

By now, she's sobbing, and Ms. Mendeleiev cautiously places a hand on the literature teacher's shoulder.

"I'm—I’m facing separation anxiety,” Miss Bustier admits between cries. “I spent f—f—five hours sorting ships for my classes yesterday night! The Ladynoir fandom is inactive!”

"Is there... anything we can do to help?” Ms. Mendeleiev says hesitantly as Mr. D'Argencourt backs away.

"Thank you, Silvia, but I'll... I’ll be fine.”

Miss Bustier collects herself, swallowing her tears and climbing into a standing position. Mortified, she realizes that she’s just completely embarrassed herself in front of her colleagues. In one swift motion, Miss Bustier swings her purse over her shoulder and yanks her laptop from the projector monitor, striding away down the hallway as quickly as possible.

She supposes it's time to calm her nerves and read some more Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction.