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kitorin · 9 days ago

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9:55 am - i.rin. in which, he does his best to help out with math - your weakest subject

"you're telling me you haven't studied at all?"

"i have, just haven't fully committed it to memory"

"that's basically the same thing—and don't lie, you couldn't even state the quadratic formula..."

amidst bored students and hushed discussion was you and yoichi, concealed by the backs of your fellow classmates; approximately something amount of minutes until your mathematics exam, something because you're too stressed to bother with the specifics.

yoichi fiddles with his calculator, ignoring what you pointed out earlier. "how are we supposed to do logs on this thing? where's the tiny ass number?"

you flip through your math book, you must've written the rule somewhere. "hang on, i can't find it."

"yup. i'm failing. couldn't be assed to do anything all term." yoichi stretches his arms forward, across the desk, towards someone in front of him. "oi rin, help me out here." his fingers barely hit the back of rin's chair, weakly begging for his attention.

to which rin responds by rearranging how he sat, forearm and elbow on the backrest, whole body rotated to the side, and study glasses removed with a pinch of his right hand. "what do you want this time?"

"logs. how the fuck do i do it when there's no small number?"

"that's it?" rin tears a page out of his english book, planting it on you and yoichi's desk. "rewrite it as a fraction, put the base on the bottom and the value on top."

yoichi stares at rin. "which one's the base? and what's the value?"

"base is the smaller number that has the index in power form, value is the bigger number that's the result, right?" relief washes over you; at least you didn't need notes to remember that."

yoichi's face brightens. "you're a genius, can't believe you were worried for this test, dumbass."

rin rolls his eyes. "you're just stupid, yoichi. and hopeless." his hand searches around in his bag, fishing out god knows what.

"i'd rather not hear it from the guy who placed in a second year class just for math." yoichi scoffs, asking for permission to revise with your notes through a small tap (and of course you granted it, pushing your notebook towards him). "i'm not that bad at it, also, explain this one."

"no." but rin brings out his calculator. "got better things to do. see here, you can change the base on this thing."

he demonstrates, you barely acknowledge what it can do before flipping through your notes, while yoichi is star struck.

"can i use that?"

"nah."

"i'll give you twenty bucks."

rin rolls his eyes once more. "just learn the math, dumbass."

yoichi swears under his breath, yet rin heeds no mind and turns back to whatever he's doing.

"yoi, it's really not that bad. i have a cheat sheet with all the formulas." you push it towards him but he declines, face slumped onto the desk.

"y/n, i give up. even after years of friendship with itoshi fucking rin he won't give me his calculator."

and it's not just yoichi—others panicked, concealing phones behind textbooks with youtube tutors and notes being aggressively inspected.

you'd be lying if you said you felt okay.

are you doing better than yoichi? certainly, but maths is difficult, it's the kind of subject where your average can drop at any moment. you've studied hard, yet uncertainty still nauseates you a little bit.

you'd be lying if said you weren't nervous—uneven breathing and an unrelenting bounce in your thigh exposes that easily.

9:58 am. only two minutes until next period.

until it's time for you to make your way to the math test.

yoichi leaves first, not even bothering to tuck in his chair. "i'm gonna head to the bathroom first, i feel sick." he taps you on the shoulder. "see ya later, good luck."

you whisper it back while tucking his chair under the table, though the thought of luck doesn't seem to be helpful. at all.

with hesitance, you close your notebook. it's too late to change anything now, you'll only stress out more.

besides, it's only your first year. there'll be plenty of opportunities, right?

rin turns around to speak again, you peer up from slumping forward as he gets ready to leave as well.

"here." it's his calculator.

you blink. "it's okay—." you pull your calculator back out to show him. "i remembered mine." (how could you not, when the very mention of math engulfs you with a sort of doom). you chuck it back into your bag, until deciding you'd rather keep it in hand for the sake of your nerves.

rin just shoves it closer. "take it."

"but i have one."

this time he forces it into your hand. "this one can do change of base for logs."

"but i remember the change of base for logs." you try to hand back the calculator, yet all he does is push your hand back.

"i know. but you can save time with this thing." rin peers at you through his glasses before taking them off to return to his case. "doesn't change anything for me. i don't have a test next period. you might as well take it."

you're tempted to try give it back again, but the way he's staring at you intently insists to you that he's persistent. he won't yield to any "but" or "i'm okay".

and so you give up, nodding and putting your own calculator away. "thanks, rin."

he's by your side as you leave the classroom for your exam. "it's fine." you half expected him to zoom away during the moment silence prevails, to whatever special class he has for high achievers. but he continues speaking. "you're gonna do well, y/n."

"i hope so."

rin scoffs. "not "i hope so". you will. you've literally done nothing but math all week."

you open your mouth to refute, but he cuts you off.

"you're smart. heck, you don't even need that calculator. i bet you could do better than everyone else without it."

a smile appears on your lips. "thank you. i'll do my best!" the two of your swerve to the side for a bit, letting a group of seniors pass. "thanks again for the calculator."

"like i said, it's nothing." he looks away, glancing at the classes the two of you pass. "and you better not do anything to my calculator. it's special."

"of course i won't!" you reassure him by putting it into your pocket for safe measure. "what makes it so special?"

"austria."

"austria?"

"yeah. it's from austria. so it's expensive and hard to get."

your eyes widen. "oh—i see." you're slightly tempted to hand it back to him, just in case you manage to accidentally break it but from the half year you've known rin he'd tell you off for it. "i'll treasure it while i have it."

"you better." his voice is cold, but you swear you can see a small grin.

you pass by a familiar room. "isn't your classroom back there?"

he nods. "not going. i'll walk you there."

"but—"

"i said i'm not going. c'mon. what happens when you add two logarithms with the same base?"

this is easy. it comes as though it's muscle memory. "multiply the values."

rin scoffs, this time with amusement and not irritation. "i told yah you'd be fine."

"y/n, how do i solve this thing?"

you turn to yoichi, who was scratching his head over a trigonometry equation.

"hm? what's wrong?" it's hard for you to tell, with such aggressive scribbles and writing clouding his page.

yoichi grips at his calculator, as though he was trying to strangle it. "i keep getting a fucking obnoxious decimal. how is the road meant to be 0.351 metres long??"

you check the diagram. "you've done everything right." (you mentally check "soh cah toa" to be safe). you check his calculator. "you made it an inverse, silly. that's for finding the angle."

he groans. "thanks. i really fucking hate trig."

"me too." something about his calculator looks familiar. "where'd you get this?" you inspect it, until you notice the little box alongside the log button. "you got a calculator from austria?"

yoichi looks at you as if you're crazy. "i have a calculator from the stationary store nearby. if that's what you mean."

you stare right back at him. "but this is a special one—it changes the log base, rin—"

"rin? itoshi rin told you this calculator's special, from austria?"

"yeah." you say with utter confidence.

"and you believed him?"

"yeah." your confidence remains unfaltering.

"you're an idiot." he states, with no expression whatsoever. it somehow feels more offensive than if he were to scowl at you.

"'m not—"

"you thought, that this calculator. the one i bought at the mall because i got screwed over on that test, was a special calculator from austria."

the way yoichi says it makes you realise how stupid it is, and your face begins to heat up.

"in my defense, rin told me that when he lent it to me."

"why the fuck would rin have a fancy calculator from austria?? i mean, are austrian calculators better than other ones???"

now you have a lot of questions. "well i dunno, he's rich so i thought he was right."

yoichi's fuming, though not at you. "rich people don't spend money on calculators. they spend their money on overpriced shoes and motorbikes so they can show off in the morning." he scrunches a piece of working out paper. "i'm going to kill him next time our families meet up. i could've at least gotten close to passing if he gave me the damn thing."

you pat him on the back. "i would've given it to you if i knew. and if you didn't barely make it to the exam room."

"oh shut up. you better not fall for him."

"now you're the one saying stupid shit. he's just nice, that's all."

he scoffs, loudly, so loudly that you're wondering why no one has asked you guys to be quiet yet. "and i assumed that after seeing him speak to our coach in middle school. he wants you bad. idiot."

"you're being dramatic." rin's just a nice classmate, even if he can be a bit cold at times.

yoichi scoffs again, this time as if you've shamelessly committed a crime. "y'know what, gimme your paper. you don't deserve top mark if you're capable of being this stupid."

"oh shut up yoichi." if you weren't in math class you would've tackled him by now. he's smart, but this whole "rin wants you" is simply ridiculous.

"no, i don't think i'll shut up." he tosses the working out paper he had scrunched harshly at you. "i'll bet on it then. if rin doesn't ask you out until next year then i owe you a meal, if he does then you owe me."

free, food, why not? "fine. deal." you shake on it, then finally resume studying.

little did you know that yoichi would be laughing at your face six months later over sizzling yakiniku.

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theodoresprincess · 9 months ago

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🦋 Theodore Nott as boyfriend 🦋

Song playing :

Until I found you ~ Stephen Sanchez

Reading together

Touching 24/7 - once Theo gets used to physical touch and feels comfortable around you , he clings to you

Playing with his brown curls absently or while being lost in thoughts and not catching him staring at you with a soft look in his eyes

You're the talker in the relationship. While Theo did open up more and responds to you, you're usually the one who leads the conversation. However he does show that he listens to you by making small comments and making eye contact

Talking and planning your future together. Once Theo knows you love him *almost* as much as he loves you ( cause this man loves you. A LOT. ) he is completely committed to you and your relationship. There is no one else for him. It's either you or nobody.

Getting him to smile more by making sassy comments, playing around with the gang or simply by being yourself

Being close to the gang ( Draco, Mattheo, Blaise, Enzo, Pansy, Daphne ) y'all are literally a found family by now

Study dates. Hear me out! Theo is really smart, like damn. But he ( like the biggest part of the gang ) doesn't study that much and tend to skip classes. He would also help you study in your weakest subject

Holding hands. He needs to feel you there with him. You ground him.

Italian nicknames. His main nickname for you would be principessa ( I will die on that hill ) bc you are his princess and he treats you like one - princess treatment

Theo being protective over you. And yes, he did got into fights more than once because of protecting / defending you. What do you expect him to do when this jerk talks bad about his girl?

Patching him up after those fights and showering him in kisses which results into Theo smiling

Theo being possessive. You're his and he is yours. End of discussion

( I might add some more headcanons later )

~ princess 🦋

#theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #theodoresprincess #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys #theodore nott headcanon

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bindibites · 3 months ago

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Its done!!! Bunch of rambles and stuff under the cut :) (its long, but I hope you guys enjoy!!!)

-> General Stuff Petra is built like a rectangle with enough muscle to make you experience regret swifter than you may have ever thought you could.

Rips in her clothes aren't super uncommon and she isn't usually super quick to mend them unless its basically ruining the garments. Carabiner. This woman is GAY. If you don't know the full meaning go look for it :) Easy attachment to weapons and tools, Miss Butter is probably akin to a prized possession everything considered; With as much as she's used having mending was a must, but truth be told she's probably about as kitted out as you'd expect end-game diamond gear to be. That sword is never going anywhere if Petra can help it. Especially after the stint with Stella basically stealing her. She has a lot of scars, from a lot of different sources between smaller bumps and scrapes, explosions, enemies... the Wither Storm. Petra's wither sickness in particular was almost deadly, and the damage it'd done to her body never fully went away. The veins in her arm remained discolored around the scar, and the arm is mildly weaker than it would've been pre-withered though through steady use is basically back to being good as new. Petra's lungs also never fully recovered, a mild chronic cough left in its wake, though gets worse whenever Petra is sick and her body is weak again. Speaking of... -> Wither (Sickness) Wither typically enters the body through a physical wound and spreads through the circulatory system. Affecting the blood, it attacks and weakens the inflicteds organs and continues to be spread further by the heart simply doing its job. Variant Two is caused by contact to the Wither Storm (See: What happened to Gabriel.) The wither storm is not the only way to get sick with wither, but is the worst and long lasting. From weakest to strongest: Wither roses - Wither Skeletons - The Wither - Wither Storm. Injuries from all but the Wither Storm will eventually run their course as it doesn't have a consistent source to keep pulling from; thanks to its use of the command block, this does not apply to the Wither Storm. Wither acts similarly to being poisoned, though it acts slower, its side effects and danger are far worse, and dying cannot be ruled out of possibilities even for the weakest source of it. Untreated wither will kill the inflicted if they become too weak before the body can get it out of its system. -> Relationships Generally Petra is very much a provider, she cares intensely for people she's close to and enjoys doing acts of service for them. Her relationships mean a lot to her, and it tends to lead to her putting all of herself into the people she cares about; sometimes for better or for worse. Lukas and Petra have been friends for awhile, well before either of them knew about Jesse and his friends. While not exactly childhood friends, they've known each other long enough to know each other and certainly act the part.

Petra and Stella didn't always have a strained relationship, in fact when they'd first gotten to know each other things were great. Stella respected Petra's capabilities, found her affinity for exploration and her skill in combat to be amazing. Though over time, it became less admiration and more of manipulation, Petra was an easy source of loot Stella both couldn't and didn't want to get on her own... and who better to turn to than the explorer who loved her. Things did not end on good terms between the two, and ended very bitterly given even after Petra gave her another chance she was subjected to getting tricked into doing work all over again. (S2) Petra has a fond admiration towards Olivia, though believing at most that the girl could use a bit more guts and trust in her own abilities; after all she's done things most of the rest of the group couldn't even with all the time in the world! Really a brains and brawn type situation, and the two often bounce off of each other a bit. Olivia appreciates having the company, and someone who even if she doesn't fully understand whats going on is intent to help get the materials to make it possible if need-be, in return Petra has been able to pick up bits of knowledge, the way redstone works at least in its bare minimum and some of the internals of more machinery in Redstonia. ...While the she might never fully utilize that knowledge, it makes Olivia happy to have someone else in the group be attentive and care about what makes her happy. Petra and Jesse have also been very close, though it did take some time for her to warm up to the way Jesse was so... enthusiastic to even be recognized by her sometimes. Though, through everything the two know they can rely on one another to have each others back. Though neither of them could ever see each other romantically, it's still an undeniable how fundamentally close they'd become. It's definitely more than just a friendship, but neither of them could probably concisely tell you anything about their relationship on a level past "Well, we aren't dating..." Even in light of the others having different responsibilities to tend to, Jesse was still there; The adventures didn't have to end, and they didn't, and Petra wasn't alone because of Jesse's willingness to go with her on whatever excursion she needed to, or wanted to. - If you read all of this ur a real one... three thousand wither storms upon you as thanks 💜

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm fanart #mcsm headcanons #mcsm petra #mcsm olivia #mcsm jesse #mscm lukas #mcsm stella #my art #so much rambling #some of this might not make sense it has so little to go behind it but i do not care #olitra #petrivia #platonic jetra

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moviecritc · 8 months ago

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ollie bearman x reader at graduation plss

pink bouquet ⋆ ollie bearman

pairing: ollie bearman x reader (fc: avantika)

summary: you thought your boyfriend couldn't make it to your graduation, but turns out he and your mum were plotting something

word count: 1K

warnings: mixed smau and writing

a/n: i made some things up about ollie's education for the sake of the plot

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Y/N wasn't even sure how she had managed it, but she had graduated. Her time at secondary school had been rather confusing and tough, balancing classes with karting competitions and training sessions was no easy task, and even there were several times she thought she wouldn't make it.

But now secondary school was over and she could dedicate herself entirely to her career in motorsport. The future looked really bright for her, with several championships won, sponsors, and her pretty boyfriend who hadn't been able to make it to her graduation. Although the latter wasn't entirely bright.

Ollie and she had met at that same secondary school two years earlier. They had to do a project together and, eventually, they ended up meeting on the karting tracks, so what started as a simple friendship unfolded into a lovely relationship.

They spent a lot of time together, studying and attending each other's races. Ollie was much more advanced in the sport than she was, practically having his path to F2 carved out, and that also took a lot of his study time so usually, he performed worse in subjects than she did. So in mid-March of that year, he dropped out of school.

This made the relationship between Ollie and Y/N a bit complicated, but surprisingly they overcame the distance in a great way. He went to London whenever he could, and she accompanied him to races as they used to do before. They even managed to go to the prom together and have a lovely evening.

Y/N was aware of the fame her boyfriend had gained in a short time and he had thought it best to keep their relationship private from the media. Y/N didn't mind this part too much, but it was impossible not to think that Ollie hadn't come to see her at her graduation because there would be quite a few people taking photos.

Y/N emerged from her room wearing the pink dress she and Ollie had picked out for graduation. He had himself told her it looked so good on her that he didn't know if he'd kill or die for that dress.

She descended the stairs, finding her mother and brother eagerly awaiting her exit. "Oh my goodness, Y/N," her mother said, heading towards her the moment she saw her. "You look beautiful." Her mother glanced at her brother sternly, encouraging him to say something.

"Yeah, you look alright," he spoke, lips pressed together.

YN rolled her eyes and hugged her mother. Her phone rang, and she hurried to see who it was, which left Y/N feeling quite puzzled, especially seeing her mother's wide smile.

"Let's take a picture," her mother nodded, under her brother's grimace.

The two posed with weak smiles because Y/N looked amazing, while her brother remained in his pyjamas. Although it was Y/N who had the weakest smile; she had been feeling her boyfriend's absence all morning.

Ollie had been there for many of her most special moments; when she won her first karting championship, when she got her driver's license, when she passed that subject that had been so difficult for her… His absence at her graduation felt wrong.

Someone rang the doorbell at that exact moment. Y/N frowned and looked at her mother and then her brother, wondering who was missing.

"Why don't you open it, darling?" her mother commented from the kitchen, hiding her excited smile.

YN knew something was about to happen because even her brother sat on the sofa, waiting for her to open the door.

Upon opening it, she was met with a bouquet of tulips larger than her upper body. She gasped, bringing her hands to her face. Then a little head peeked out from the top of the bouquet. "Hi,"

YN stifled a scream, which turned into a giggle, and went into the arms of her boyfriend, who lifted her slightly off the ground as he kissed her, not caring that his face got smeared with her red lipstick. YN took the bouquet, still speechless. They closed the door behind them, and she pointed at her mother instantly.

"You knew,"

"Well, of course," her mother said, with a proud smile.

YN let out a laugh of complete happiness; she was smiling so much that her cheeks started to hurt.

"It was Ollie's idea," her brother pointed out.

"You knew too?"

Everyone laughed, and then her mother and brother left them alone for a few moments so they could talk quietly. They kissed a couple more times until Ollie asked her, "You didn't know?"

YN smiled slightly. "I found out a couple of days ago; my mother isn't very discreet with her calls," Ollie laughed, resting his head on YN's shoulder. "But I'm thrilled you're here,"

"And I am too," he raised his gaze instantly. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

YN pursed her lips slightly. "For a moment, I thought you wouldn't come. Because of all the photos and stuff,"

Ollie pulled away from her a bit, frowning.

"Why would I care about that?"

"You know, because of the private relationship thing," YN nervously bit her lip.

Ollie smiled softly, and kissed her gently on the nose. "I only told you that because at races, it's not cool to have cameras everywhere trying to take pictures of you. Some drivers told me it was a good idea,"

"Ollie, I don't care about that. I just want to show off my boyfriend at my graduation," she shrugged, cradling Ollie's face in her hands.

"I love that," Ollie pulled her back towards him, kissing her for a few seconds.

"Also, with all that fame you say you have, you could make me some promotion,"

"You cheeky…"

YN cut him off with a kiss. "I love you,"

"I love you more, baby,"

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beddybites · 10 months ago

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how do the 21 trio babies interact w each other… both in and out of baby mode. also what do they think of each other’s baby modes

anon i absolutely love this question. im sorry this took forever to answer, i wanted to draw something with it!!!

long answer under the cut :D feel free to ask more about this subject or anything with this au, im happy to do so!

Giyuu: hes the first to go baby mode bc hes also just the most chill. obanai & sanemi immediately realize somethings wrong when the avoidant water hashira is suddenly smiling and snuggling up in shinobu’s arms. obanai gets pissy with giyuu because giyuu tends to look out for him (since obanai is the smallest and weakest baby). if he loses his paci giyuu crawls away to retrieve it. obanai’s not eating? he’s sharing his food. sanemi can’t help but tease the hell out of the two until he is also met with giyuu’s friendship and finds himself being patted on the cheek and having a blue stuffed fox forced into his hands.

giyuu isnt really embarrassed when he snaps out of it— he’s just looking out for his friends so why would he be? if anything he just gets flustered when he remembers he fell asleep while shinobu sang to him. mention a bottle and he’ll short-circuit

Sanemi: obanai & giyuu temporarily united in their panic at seeing sanemi go from a super angry and stubborn person to a giggly baby being entertained by tengen. they watched on in shock as he willingly let tengen pick him up and kiss his little head and immediately turned to each other like what the Hell. sanemi proceeds to try and play with the other babies. shinobu checks on them later to find sanemi forcibly snuggling the two— giyuu is very conflicted and tired and obanai looks ready to jump off a cliff.

sanemi wakes up later and remembers what happened and angrily accuses the two of doing something (he knows they didnt. hes just embarrassed and pissed) and throws things and essentially just has a baby tantrum until gyomei can calm him down. the cycle continues

Obanai: cold and judgmental and sensitive guy is suddenly a little shy sweetheart who is still very very sensitive. sanemi & giyuu are fearing for their lives when obanai is suddenly bawling his eyes out because he woke up and mitsuri and/or muichiro weren’t anywhere to be found, so surely this means they want to get rid of him. sanemi ends up screaming with him so one of the two can put an end to the chaos, and hes mostly just unnerved by how different obanai is acting. giyuu finds it pretty endearing, especially because baby mode obanai actually likes him!

hes very snuggly and always has to be in someone’s arms, especially when he’s doing something as scary as eating. he also tends to be more touchy; he loves petting muichiro’s nose or playing with mitsuri or rengoku’s hair. obanai is always sucking on a pacifier or needing to put his mitten in his mouth and if he doesn't have either hes rlly weepy. cue sanemi and giyuu crawling around trying to find something to help. obanai tends to snap out of baby mode after waking up from a nap, and he’s extremely flustered and defensive. he apologizes profusely to mitsuri/rengoku/muichiro for inconveniencing them, and threatens sanemi and giyuu before hiding under a blanket until he recovers from how embarrassed he is

when they are all baby mode they are inseparable. sanemi basically drags them around and forces them to hang out with him. giyuu likes to look out for them (particularly obanai) and play patty cake with sanemi when they arent cuddled up to each other. obanai shyly observes their games and cheers them both on (alongside kaburamaru) by clapping his mittened hands. when its time for them to nap, they stay close together and cuddle. gyomei is in hysterics at this, and the other hashira must console him before he wakes up the babies with his crying. when they are out of baby mode the following morning they lose their minds and try to avoid each other as long as possible out of embarrassment and frustration

giyuu secretly wishes they will be friends by the end of this transformation, but he doesnt think he deserves it. it always makes him feel better when sanemi is dragging him into games or obanai is cooing in greeting and petting his head.

sanemi has trouble accepting that he enjoys being with them. he cant help but think about his fallen comrades and his siblings, and its easier to push them all away then accept their care. besides, he’s supposed to be the strongest hashira! how can he outrank gyomei when he’s a baby?

obanai hates being the smallest of the bunch, but he can’t deny how nice it is to be looked after for once. hes weaker, so he needs more special attention as well. his trust issues prevent him from accepting their kindness. what are their intentions? are they trying to mock him? he isnt used to being loved, and he is scared of loving them back)

sorry for the giant tangent hello. the demons

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lockburn-castle · 5 months ago

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love and a little motivation

synopsis in which yn needs just a little more motivation pairing nonidol!jeon wonwoo x gn!reader genre university au, fluff, comfort, wonwoo being wonwoo and giving reader the support they need warnings terms of endearment, talks about uni and grades (a little about law), jokes about dropping out, let me know if theres anything i missed word count 0.5k

notes: i started uni a month ago and honestly, commercial law has been kicking my ass lately so here's something i wrote about it HAHAHA i hope yall enjoy ! ꨄ

“Won, can we go home already?” you begged your boyfriend, leaning against his shoulder.

“No, yn. Hurry up and finish your work, then we’ll go home,” Wonwoo said, deadpanning as he continued to focus on his computer screen.

“But I can't concentrate anymore. The words are getting foggy and starting to swirl around,” you exaggerated, trying to appeal to his sympathy.

“Yn, you know that when we get home, you won’t touch your work. You’ve been doing so well this semester. Just a few more weeks, and we’ll be free, love,” he said, finally looking up at you with a reassuring smile.

Your grades had been steady throughout the semester, but with finals approaching, your motivation was slipping. To help keep you on track, Wonwoo had been bringing you to the library every day. He knew how much you dreaded studying, but he also knew that the thought of a bad grade was even worse.

“Wonwoo, how about I finish this worksheet and then we go home?” you tried to negotiate, but Wonwoo wasn’t budging.

“No, yn. Complete all the work your professors assigned, especially the one Mr. Kim gave you,” he insisted. He knew commercial law was your weakest subject — a class he was also taking, though he excelled in it.

“You know what? How about I drop out and start working part-time until you graduate and get your dream job? Then you can take care of me?” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Wonwoo looked at you and smiled. “I’d agree to that, but your parents wouldn’t be pleased, would they?” he teased. “Come on, you’ve rested enough. Finish up your work, and we can go.”

You pouted and turned back to your computer screen, your law textbook open to dense paragraphs about contract laws and the necessity of offer acceptance - something you seriously didn't understand.

Seeing you struggle, Wonwoo finally caved. “Okay, how about if you finish up your work, I’ll cook your favorite meal and run you a bath with your favorite bath bomb?”

At the promise of that reward, you looked at him with renewed energy. “Deal!” you quickly agreed, diving back into your work. There were still a few questions where you needed Wonwoo’s help, but at least you got everything done.

“Babe, I'm finally done!” you exclaimed a bit too loudly, drawing a few curious stares. You didn’t care in the slightest.

“Really?” Wonwoo asked, reviewing your work with a thorough glance. He looked up, impressed. “I’m proud of you, yn,” he said warmly.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” you said with a smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Let’s go home, have dinner, and relax. You’ve earned it,” he said, standing up and packing away his things.

As you gathered your things, you turned to Wonwoo with a grin. “I can’t wait for your famous bibimbap. Could you make some naengmyeon too?” you asked hopefully.

“Sure, anything for you, love,” he replied, taking your hand as you both walked out of the library together, looking forward to a delicious meal and a relaxing evening.

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cuppajj · 6 days ago

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At base power (as in by this point saint vanilla is nowhere near close to ascending), who's the strongest too weakest of the neo-beasts?

This is bound to fluctuate but here’s weakest to strongest:

Saint Vanilla - his magic is all that carries him. Despite being wicked hard to escape, he has little to no physical way of fighting. It doesn’t mean he’s easy to hit, though.

Midnight Lily, who also relies mostly on magic, but her chlorokinesis is pretty dangerous. She can turn the terrain around her into a weapon if in the right place.

Celestial Cheese is able to use creation to assist her, on top of her ability to summon countless hands that can turn anything into gold. She’s also got a lot of physical combat prowess, though nowhere near a powerhouse. She’s very formidable though, and she has way more tricks up her sleeve than first thought.

Dragonberry is the epitome of a war machine. What she lacks for in magic, she makes up for in being nigh invincible. While she’s yet to be a dragon, she’s certainly got the strength of one; she can plow through practically anything, take down beasts over ten times her size, and her heartiness means she’s hard to take down, even when outnumbered. She’s got the potential to take on an entire battalion singlehandedly.

It’s unknown what the full extent of Frigid Cacao’s capabilities are, but glimpses of it have been monstrously haunting, to say the least. With an entire force of nature at his disposal, along with two dragons, and a soul jam… there’s a reason why he elicits almost as much concern as Saint. He’s an enigma, but he’s already powerful enough to be Dragonberry’s formidable foe. He’s the only one who’s made her worry about losing a fight.

As you can see though, some placements can be pretty subjective, especially with Saint’s. While he may be objectively the weakest due to having little physical capabilities, he’s still the scariest one in the room for how powerful his magic is. Versely, Dragonberry’s second strongest despite having little magic to her name. So all of this is to say, they’re all horrendously powerful no matter which way you look at them.

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sylusjinwoon · 9 months ago

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snooze.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ i can’t lose when i’m with you | how can i snooze and miss the moment? | you just too important | nobody do body like you do... }

you lived for making your boyfriend blush-

even if it seemed like such an impossible feat to accomplish.

your beloved was none other than sung jinwoo himself, the powerful s-rank hunter who became known as the strongest in the world within what seemed like a few short months.

you suppose that you were lucky, managing to capture his heart from before he even became subjected to the system's influence, remaining by his side when he first confessed to you as the weakest hunter in the world.

"i k-know that i'm not that handsome, or strong, or even that brave, really... but... just know that i love you the most. i would do anything to protect you."

you bask in the memory of his confession, admiring how cute he looked as a pink blush dyes his cheeks, making it a much rosier hue. you always loved gazing into his grey eyes while admiring the pure love he held for you within such a gaze-

but that all changes the moment he reawakens, now turned into a force that should not be reckoned with through his abilities of leveling up alone.

gradually, he loses the prior roundness of his face, his features becoming much sharper and more defined. along with this change, he steadily began to get taller- not stopping his growth until he reached the 6'2" mark.

now towering over you instead of just being a mere few inches taller than you, jinwoo basks in the way you became so flustered around him. his voice had gotten deeper, losing the prior meekness he once had. jinwoo now walked and talked with a confidence when interacting with the other hunters-

but deep down, you knew that he was still the same man you fell in love with; the one whom you loved even while he was a mere e-rank.

which was why you made it your life's mission to embarrass him (just to humble him a little bit!)

currently, you were walking towards the building where his guild was located, carrying with you his lunch that you had made for him consisting of all his favorite foods. with the food packed neatly within the containers, you take confident strides towards his office.

jinho greets you upon seeing you, giving you a bow while leading you to where jinwoo was. after thanking him, the vice-president leaves you alone, as you knock against jinwoo's door.

"come in." his stern voice was heard, making you smile in response.

you open the door and greet him eagerly, holding up the lunch you packed for him with a wide grin.

"hello, love. i made some food for you!"

immediately, jinwoo's expression changes from a mask of indifference to pure joy at the sight of you.

you bask in the way jinwoo's grey eyes seemed to light up in response, with him even making an effort to come meet you as he stands from his seat. closing the door behind you, a tiny grin paints your features when you give him his bag of food. he gives you a kiss against your forehead, thanking you for cooking for him as he places the bag on his desk.

with jinwoo distracted, you let out a giggle before running towards him, wrapping your arms around his front while nuzzling your face against his back.

"wha- sarang?! what are y-you doing?"

you continue giggling while breathing in his scent. "it doesn't matter how strong you get, you're still such a dork."

"a d-d-d-dork?!" jinwoo's voice cracks just the tiniest bit, making you burst out into uncontrollable laughter, wrapping your arms even tighter around him.

"yes, you're a d-d-d-dork!" you tell him between bouts of laughter.

jinwoo stiffens in response to your teasing, but still places his hand over yours in an affectionate manner.

"i am not a dork." you could practically hear the pout in his voice, feeling proud that you were able to make him flustered.

despite how much he had changed on the outside-

his heart still remained the same.

"you're such a cute dork..." you continue to tease him, feeling him stiffen again. despite how you had your face still pressed against his back, you could practically picture how red his face had gotten, being certain that the blush had even spread to the tip of his ears.

jinwoo begins to stutter in response, stating incomprehensible words as you grin at him in response.

pressing a kiss against his back, you sigh before telling him, "you're the cutest man in the world... i love you."

that was the final straw for jinwoo. he uses his strength to unwrap your arms around him, making you gasp as you found yourself being lifted up within his powerful embrace.

your face began to heat up in response when jinwoo presses you against the wall of his office, eyes glowing purple as a smirk decorates his features.

"i'm going to show you how i am not cute... that i am a man that can make you fall to your knees for me."

and as you feel him delving his fingers into your hair, kissing you so deeply that you found it harder to breathe-

you figured you should tease him more often if this was the response you would always get ♡

a.n. - whew, double updates as i enjoy the rest of my weekend. after this post, i may take a few days off to catch up on school work, since i have presentations and exams coming up 😭. i'll be back soon, just have patience, and i thank you for all you readers who recently followed me and enjoy my works!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

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back2bluesidex · 6 months ago

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Dear Darling - JHS [Masterlist/Prologue]

Pairing: Serpent king (imoogi)!Hoseok X Human!Reader

Theme: Angst, dark romance, smut, fantasy au.

Wordcount: 1.5+ for the prologue

Summary: After his bride flees from his clutches and reaches the realm of mortals to reunite with her lover - Hoseok has no choice but to chase her. Upon his arrival to the land of obnoxious humans, he crosses paths with you. You are a small, driven mortal who walks with a load of despair on her back. You are nothing but a delicious meal to him and he wants nothing more than to suck your life out of you, find his runaway wife and return to his kingdom. But much to his dismay, you ruin his plans, make him do what he never imagined doing in 600 years of his life - like making him fall in love and keeping him bound to you.

Warnings: Hoseok is cruel, there maybe some mentions of blood but nothing too crazy, eventual smut, heavy themes, quite dark actually (more will be added with each chapter). NSFW!!

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A/N: Got this idea in a dream.... that's all:')

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Epilogue

Masterlist | Patreon (Early access to the chapters)

Jung Hoseok.

The name was enough to shake the core of dark creatures with terror. Even serpents like him would not dare to cross paths with him.

He is an ominous creature of the night, rules the realm of darkness. He stays under the shadow and attacks when his preys are at their weakest.

He is powerful, cruel, horrendous and everything that can be one’s nightmare. And to climb at the peak of his power, to rule the underworld with more and more ruthlessness - he must get married.

He was about to be completed with the coupling ceremony by now only if - his bride didn’t run away.

“Do you think I believe you, sir?” Hoseok speaks with a voice so cold that he can clearly see the shiver that runs down the subject's entire body.

The old man - or more likely - an old serpent is sitting on his knees in front of him. His head is hanging low, palms conjoined with each other to beg the king.

“You- you must believe me, my lord. I know n-nothing of the lady’s departure.” his voice is trembling but he keeps lying regardless.

Does he not know Hoseok can see him through?

“Really? I must believe you?” he laughs, one that prickles on your skin in the worst possible way, “then.. Would you be able to pay the price of my trust?”

The old being doesn’t say anything. One of Hoseok’s guards pushes the tip of his sword further in his side. That coaxes a reply out of him, “what- what price must I pay, my lord?”

Hoseok smiles, “I heard you have a freshly transformed son? Only a year old, if I am right. I was wondering how enjoyable it would be to rip off his very new scales one by one and then behead him in front of the entire kingdom?”

The old man jerks at that “My-My lord. No. I beg you no. I- I will tell you as much as I know.”

“That’s good. So tell me, where is the soon-to-be queen hiding? Down the sea or up the mountains?” Hoseok bends one of his knees to come face to face with his prey. His heavy cloak falls on the ground as if to make a carpeted floor for the king.

“She… she has fled to the realm of mortals. My- my brother, who- who is half human has helped her out. I heard that her lover, a gumiho, is settled there. But I swear to my kids, my lord, I don’t know where she is, how she fled. I only helped her in contacting my brother. That’s all.”

“What? What did you say? Realm of mortals? Her lover is a gumiho?” Hoseok roars, stands abruptly. His anger flares like a ring of fire and as a result dark clouds start swinging in the already dark sky.

The storm starts raging just as Hoseok’s anger, “Guards! Behead his entire family right this instant! And make sure he watches them die before having the pleasure himself.”

He ignores the pleas of the old serpent as he walks away. And even if he didn’t ignore those, what could he do?

The blood that runs in his veins is cold, there is no heart that beats inside his chest. Even monsters call him a beast. He is just that bad.

But he is even worse to the ones who betray him - like his wife-to-be, who has managed to flee from his grips, who also has fallen in love with the enemies of his kind.

Only if she wasn’t the chosen one - the one who can increase his powers by tenfold. He would have killed her right the moment he found her.

However, he can’t do so, not at least now. Before everything he has to find her. He has to visit the realms of humans, whom he loathes so much, to pull her between his clutches again.

“How are the Mins doing?” Hoseok’s dark eyes focus on the goblet of dark red liquid that sits atop the table.

On the other side of the table sits his trusted advisor Kim Seokjin. He is probably the only serpent in the kingdom, whom hoseok as a speck of trust on.

“Thanks to you, my king. They have been running a very successful business on the land of humans.” Kim Seokjin states.

“Tell them to prepare a comfortable stay for me there. I will be finding and bringing my bride back myself.” Hoseok orders. His fingers curl underneath the goblet in the meantime.

“My lord, it will not be wise for you to visit alo-”

Hoseok slams the goblet on the table interrupting his advisor, “Mr. Kim, do you perhaps doubt my capabilities? I assume you already know I am more than capable of destroying the entire mortal land all by myself.”

“Yes, my lord, I am well aware of that. I will convey your message to Min Yoongi.” Kim Seokjin stands on his feet and bends down on a deep bow before leaving the room.

Hoseok feels a buzz in his cold veins. He is eager to find out how love can be more important than the power he was going to provide Soojin with.

She could be the queen of this kingdom but she chose to fall in love with a gumiho instead.

Love? Huh! He scoffs to himself. He is proud that he can feel no such emotions. And he would rather have his scales rip off than falling in love with another creature.

Extravaganza.

These lowly human beings know nothing but extravaganza.

From the full glass buildings to the noisy music on the streets, they overdo everything and anything.

Hoseok’s eyes scans each and every corner of the mansion that the Mins have organized for him to stay. This, too, is extravagance in every way.

Min Yoongi, the head of this generation’s half-serpents, sits on both of his knees in front of Hoseok.

“My king, it is a reward to have a chance of serving you personally. Just name what you want, I will have it presented right before you.” he speaks like the obedient servant that he is.

“A job. I need a job.” Hoseok speaks absent-mindedly.

“My lord, forgive this lowly creature but did I hear you right? You need a job?” Min Yoongi’s confusion makes Hoseok smirk.

“Yes, Mr. Min. you heard that right. I need a job to blend with these mortals. I am certain my wife-to-be has put the tigerlilies at work. You might already know, inhaling the pollen of those flowers once is enough to be transformed into any other creature for two nights. And even the King, as I am, is unable to defy its power.” Hoseok comes to stand in front of Yoongi, his hands are kept behind his back.

His dark eyes find the pale man amusing and quite obedient.

“Yes, my lord. I am well aware of the magical powers of the flower. About the job - thanks to you, my business here is running well. I can arrange an executive position for you at the company, if you’d like.”

“Executive?” Hoseok raises one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows, “what kind of work do they do?”

“They don’t have to do anything much, my lord. I will take care of whatever work your position might be responsible for, you can invest your sole concentration on your task.” Min Yoongi bows lightly.

“I like your proposition. Tell me how to get to your company.” Hoseok takes a few steps back towards the staircase. The intricate designs of the railing catches his eyes.

“I will have a car ready for you, if you want to visit now.”

“I would like that.”

Hoseok climbs out of the car and stands in front of the large building that the Mins have been ruling with the power of wealth that he had gifted them, some hundred years back.

He scrutinizes the glass walls. His gaze zeros on his own reflection and he devilishly smiles at the way he looks so human.

Min Yoongi has arranged some clothes for him. Some black silk pants with a silk shirt and a short cloak that they call a blazer.

Hoseok has always been proud of the way he looks. But he must admit - he looks even better and more eye-catching in human clothes.

His, now invisible, scales rise under the material of his clothes when he senses someone else watching him from a short distance.

He projects his eyes in that direction and finds a woman with petite form, big pebbly eyes and a beautiful face.

It’s you.

With just one glance he sees right through you. He can see your breath getting stuck in your throat at the sight of him. He can see the cogs of your brain working and your heart leaping inside of your chest.

He knows you are getting attracted towards him. And that’s good for him. Having a human right on his foot as a servant can help him in tracing Soojin faster.

It’s one of his powers to attract his prey, like how a pitcher plant emits a sweet smell to attract insects only to eat those up when those near it.

But with those innocent eyes, that alluring face - it’s a waste that you are just another moth driven to the flame.

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lilithslittleworld · 5 months ago

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The Chosen One

A/N: First Harry fanfic whoop whoop! I realize this is a lil kinky and for that I will not apologize lol.

also this is a tiktok that kind of fueled this fanfic??? *dying*

CW: 18+, fingering, oral sex, bondage, humiliation, Harry (sub) x Reader (dom)

Summary: Tying knots is a very useful charm, especially if faced with danger. But you can think of a better use for it.

"It is very simple," Flitwick's voice echoed against the cold, stone walls of the classroom, "One must simply repeat the incantation 'Nodare nodum' and in a matter of milliseconds, the person or object to who it was directed to will find themselves unable to move."

You sat wedged between Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom, both of which had begun practicing the charm on the little piece of string Professor Flitwick had handed out at the beginning of the class. But you were still close enough to overhear the boys' conversations.

"I heard Fred say he used this on a girl a couple of years ago," Ron whispered to Harry, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Harry paid no attention to his friend's remark, far too absorbed in his incantation. Ron huffed at his indifference and was suddenly annoyed with the string in front of him.

"How would that even work?" Harry finally took the bait, only he was serious about his question.

Ron perked up immediately, turning his whole body and attention to his friend. "Well, I never really asked. Kind of gross to think about what my brothers do and don't do. But I think it's to keep one of you still?"

"Okay, okay, okay. I get it, Ron," Harry blushed, returning to the task at hand. You were sure you had seen his eyes widen with excitement at Ron's words but you couldn't be sure. What you did know was that your afternoon with Harry had just become much more interesting.

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There was a soft knock at your door and you were sure it was Harry. To no surprise, there he stood, wand and all, ready to go over potions, your weakest subject.

"Hello, Y/N," Harry smiled politely at you as he walked into your empty dormitory room. Thankfully, your roommates were out at the quidditch pitch, at the library, or God knows where else.

"Hey, Harry," you nodded in response, pulling up a chair for him at your desk. You groaned at the sight of today's lecture notes, dreading the class ahead.

"Don't worry, I think I've found a way to make it more interesting and a little easier to understand," he said gently, as you put your face in your hands. He rubbed your back awkwardly until you peeked up at him, ready to begin the lecture.

Harry made an effort throughout the session to try and make it fun, just as he'd said. But there were more important things on your mind. You weren't crazy for the idea you had, as it was obvious that Harry had a crush on you, though he'd never admit to it alone. The way his stutter came up the second you appeared, all of the hours spent tutoring you so you wouldn't fall behind, and the way his cheeks turned pink when you ran into him. The boy was simply shy and would never make the first move, or any move for that matter.

"What did you think about the new charm?" you asked innocently, rolling your quill around your partially completed homework.

Harry scribbled away but paused to contemplate your question. "I think it can come in handy for a number of situations," he replied. And that was the end of the conversation for the rest of the hour.

You felt deflated after your little studying session, partly due to potions being the subject and partly because of Harry's disinterest. But then something unexpected happened.

"Can I ask you something, Y/N?" Harry asked, as he gathered the last of his supplies from your desk. His facial expression was unreadable but the way he fidgeted with the corner of his cloak gave away his nervousness.

"Of course," you answered warmly.

Harry seemed to struggle to find the words to say because he was silent for half a minute, his eyebrows pinched, almost disappearing behind the curve of his glasses. "It's silly but Ron said something in Charms and it got me wondering. He said Fred had used the spell on girls, when they had...um- you know. Is that something girls really like?" Harry's face was now bright red and his gaze was trained on the floor.

You smiled at the blushing boy before you, trying so hard to contain the laughter that was just about to burst out of you. "Well not all girls, Harry, it just depends on who you ask."

Harry's eyes still wouldn't meet yours. "Is that...something you like?"

"Well, it's not something I've tried yet but it's definitely appealing," you smirked, suddenly aware of the speed at which your heart was beating.

He lifted his eyes to yours, the embarrassment on his cheeks still hadn't vanished completely but it was less pronounced now. "I haven't really tried anything at all if that makes you feel any better," he confessed.

"Well," you said softly, "that's something we could change right now. Aren't you the Chosen One?"

Harry laughed, shaking his head incredulously. "God, what a stupid nickname, huh?"

"I wasn't kidding, you know?" you said.

"I don't even know what to do, Y/N," he sighed, "It won't be any good even if it's something I've dreamed about doing."

The heat under between your tightly pressed legs grew at the idea of Harry thinking about kissing you, touching you, being inside of you. "I can teach you. Tutoring 2.0."

Harry considered your offer in silence, fidgeting with his hands as he did. "Okay. Teach me," he said eagerly, nudging his glasses back into place that had begun to slide down his nose.

You smiled, taking a few short steps until your face was just inches away from his. "So," you began, reaching out a tentative hand to stroke his face with your gentle touch, "You said you've been dreaming about doing this with me?"

Harry's breath quickened as you touched him and you could feel his pulse speeding up as you trailed your fingers down his neck. "I have," he whispered.

"Hmmm...and what have you absolutely dreamed about doing to me?" you murmured, bringing your lips to his neck as Harry stifled a moan.

"I think about you all the time. About how you must kiss, how soft and warm your skin would feel against mine, how you must sound," he choked out, his lips curving into a slight smile as he confessed his fantasies. The poor boy was so clearly flustered by just the idea of you but he seemed to relish it.

Suddenly your lips were on his, no longer interested in formalities. Harry's lips moved earnestly against yours as if you were the air he breathed, the gravity that held him to this Earth. He was a surprisingly good kisser for not having had much experience. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling Harry sigh into your mouth as he ran his hands down your back, pulling you closer to him.

"What else do you think about?" you asked him breathlessly, pulling away to kiss his neck. You knew you had found his sweet spot when the moans he had tried to contain before came tumbling from his lips.

"M-me doing anything and everything you ask me to," he breathed, closing his eyes as your lips made their way down his clothed chest and torso. A shiver ran down your spine as he said those words, his desire for you was now so clear.

"You think you can handle me, huh?" you teased, just barely lifting his shirt with your nose, your lips grazing his stomach. You could feel his stomach quivering beneath your lips, your nose brushing his happy trail, taking in his musk.

"I'm a big boy," he replied, squeezing his eyes shut as you continued to taunt him, sounding so sure of himself.

You were on your knees now, eyelevel with the bulge that was now so visibly tight against his pants. You ran a hand gently over his contained erection, feeling him twitch underneath the cloth that separated you from his skin, his moans now uncontainable.

"Please, Y/N," Harry groaned, the pleading had reached his lust-filled eyes but hearing him beg was all you ever wanted. You had half a mind to tear off his robe along with the rest of his clothes but you knew you needed to pace this evening for the sake of both of you.

Your fingers undid the button on his pants easily, pulling them down as you left Harry in just his checkered boxers and shirt.

"Take off your shirt," you instructed, smiling up at him angelically. Harry nodded intently as he pulled the fabric over his head. His pale chest was slim but strong, a taste of abs showing up further down.

"Perfect," you murmured, kissing his navel and stopping at the edge of his boxers. In one swift tug, they were at his ankles, exposing his warm, hard dick that had bounced against his stomach. You brought your lips softly to his length, kissing it as you made your way up to his tip, your own cunt fluttering as you heard him moaning above you.

"Tie me," he whispered, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as you continued to kiss him.

You stopped at his words, his cock in your hand. "Are you sure?"

Harry nodded, his eager smile lighting up his face as you grabbed your wand from your desk. You pointed it at him before whispering "Nodare nodum" and in an instant, Harry's hands were tied behind his back and kneeling before you.

"What are you going to do?"

You took a step back, wordlessly, as you undid your robe, leaving you in your favorite lingerie set. Harry's eyes lit up at the sight of you, you swore you saw him squirm for a second. You leaned down over him, pressing your lips to his, tasting his desperation as you undid your bra.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, looking up at you through his glasses. You smiled, caressing his face with a gentle hand, watching as he leaned his weight against it.

"Wanna taste?" you asked him, playing with your boobs.

"God, yes," he whined, his puppy eyes were working their magic on you. You straddled him, ignoring the fact that you were probably crushing his knees in the process, bringing your breasts closer to his already open mouth. You weren't expecting his mouth to feel so good, so heavenly against your boobs but it did. His tongue swirling around your hardened nipple, his lips dragging themselves along your chest as he sucked on your other boob. The noises he made were exquisite and you could feel him growing harder by the minute between your legs. You took on the silent cue, grinding your cunt against him, both of your moans filling the room.

"Y/N," Harry panted as he struggled to free his hands from the knots he had so desperately begged for before, "Need to feel you."

"Only if you promise to listen to what I say," you murmured, grinding against him at an unbelievable pace. He felt so fucking good beneath you.

"I'll do anything you say," he promised. You pointed your wand at him once again, speaking the word "consummavi" as you watched the ropes untie themselves and vanish in the air.

Harry's hands found your body clumsily, pulling you to him as his lips came crashing against yours. He broke away to kiss your neck, your chest, and over your panties.

"You can take those off," you said, your body trembling with anticipation for some sort of release. You just knew Harry's tongue would do wonders to your aching pussy.

He rolled the flimsy fabric down your hips, his eyes glued to you, gasping when he saw you.

"Lie down," he said, his hands guiding you back towards your bed, laying you gently down on it.

"Looks like someone's taking over," you laughed breathlessly, watching as Harry lowered himself onto his knees, his elbows resting on the edge of your bed, now eyelevel with your open legs.

"I couldn't contain myself," he sighed as he pressed his lips to your inner thighs, his warm breath teasing you, "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

You reached a hand out to stroke his hair as he brought his lips against you. He kissed your cunt with feather-like lips, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. Harry's tongue soon made contact with your sensitive bud, tracing soft circles against it as your fingers gripped his hair.

"Harry," you moaned as you looked down at him, a beautiful sight. He kept going, his circles getting faster, the pressure getting harder. You could feel yourself get closer with every second that ticked by, your hips bucking involuntarily against his face.

"Mmm," he breathed, sending vibrations that coursed through your entire being. He was surprisingly magnificent at eating you out, despite it being his first time. But Harry was a fast learner.

"Harry," you tried again but were interrupted by another moan that slipped from your lips, "I want you inside of me."

Harry's tongue slowed down slightly, his eyes meeting yours with an excited expression behind them. After a few seconds, he pulled his lips away from you, climbing up on top of you, his lips against yours.

You broke away from the kiss before it lead to something more. "How about you try that charm on me?" you winked at him, getting down on all fours before him, you back to him and your arms extended back towards him.

"Merlin," Harry breathed, his eyes widening as he realized what you were saying, "Only if you want."

"I do," you assured him. Harry pulled out his wand from his crumpled up robe on the floor and spoke the incantation, the rope tying your hands behind your back. They were surprisingly soft, compared to the one you had practiced on in the lecture.

"Harry," you whined, suddenly impatient with the fact that you still felt nothing, "Please."

In an instant, you felt Harry's hands on your ass, steadying you as to not fall forward. You could feel him spreading you open once more, lining himself with your opening. You whined as he pushed himself slowly into you, surprised at how big he felt inside of you.

"God," Harry choked out, his grip tightening as he felt you, "You feel incredible."

"So do you," you cooed, silently hoping he would soon speed up, "You can go faster."

Harry hesitated, peering over at you. "Are you sure this doesn't hurt?"

You shook your head, "It feels bloody amazing." Harry groaned in response, pulling himself halfway out of you before pushing his cock back inside of you. His hips slapped against your ass, his hands holding your own tied hands as he sped up. You moaned as he hit your G-spot, clenching around him, feeling him twitch deep within you.

"Just like that," you whimpered, the pleasure overwhelming your every sense. You couldn't think straight, all you could think about was Harry's dick going in and out of you.

Harry wasn't any better, his own groans interrupting his incoherent sentences, your name spilling from his lips, hips bucking into your at a delicious speed.

"Y/N," he pleaded breathlessly, "I'm close," was all he could say.

"Cum inside of me," you encouraged him, knowing you too were close to your own orgasm.

"Bloody hell that's hot," Harry groaned, his thrusts slowly becoming sloppier as he neared his climax. You, however, beat him to it. Your orgasm came like a giant wave of pleasure, momentarily blinding you as you felt yourself clench around him, moaning his name as you did. Harry came seconds after you did, his hands gripping your hips tightly, panting your name as he buried himself deep inside of you one last time. Breathlessly, he nuzzled his head against your back, his arms enveloping your waist.

"Wow," he sighed, planting soft kisses on your back and nape.

"Wow, indeed," you agreed, trying hard to catch your own breath, "Think you could untie me?"

Harry apologized profusely and repetitively as you assured him that you were fine. He reached for his wand, whispering "consummavi" as your wrists became bare. You turned to Harry and found him slightly sweaty, cheeks pink, and with a smile, his disheveled hair framing his face. You pulled him back to your bed, nestling your body in his lap, his arms around you as he stroked your arms, your face, your hair.

"You were incredible," Harry said, his lips in your hair.

"Says you," you laughed, "I wouldn't have known it was your first time if you hadn't told me."

Harry smiled, shaking his head slightly, "I don't know about that. But it was even better than I had dreamed."

"Well, you can end your dreaming because I'm all yours, Harry," you whispered.

"Yeah?" he said, pulling you closer to him, his heart beating gently in your right ear as you pressed your head onto his bare chest, "I've been waiting a long time for this day."

"I'm choosing you, Chosen One," you joked, poking his arm as Harry laughed.

"You know," he said, "There is a certain ring to it when you say it..."

You laughed, craning your neck up to kiss the boy you loved once more.

"I'm choosing you too."

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A/N: Okay so Harry kind of dommed for a bit at the end, switch coded fr.

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vinjinssunglasses · 4 months ago

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Haiii can i request a"when he is in a relationship with u" for taesoo? I feel like he would be husband material 😞🙏

Tysmm! Love your writing!💋

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character taesoo ma

summary him in a relationship w/ you <33

start 2 sep

end 7 sep

a/n sorry I’ve been so unmotivated recently 😭 tysm 4 requesting!! he deffo is husband material

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◈ He’s not the type of person to say “I love you”, he would prefer to show it. When you’re drunk, he’d carry you to bed and cook hangover soup with herbs. Then when you wake up, he’d insist to feed you and let you rest for as long as possible. When you’re sick, he’ll research and cook you all types of dishes that are known for treatment, adamant to stay by your side until you’re better.

◈ Taesoo isn’t the type to call you pet names, finding it difficult to let a small ‘sweetheart’ come out of his mouth. Only when you tease him with tiny pecks around his neck and face, purposefully avoiding his eager lips, will he then groan out an impatient “baby”, his voice filled with frustration and longing. You could tell what you were doing to him, and you loved it. As soon as the word leaves his mouth, he instantly flusters and before you could even react, he pulls you into a tender kiss.

◈ Taesoo isn’t talkative — often not going into intricate details or going out of his way to say things that are too cheesy or romantic. Instead, he’d never let you have to lift a finger, whether it’s washing dishes, doing laundry, and so on. After he’s done, he even gives you a massage to help you unwind.

◈ He doesn’t have experience with lovers. While he’s had previous relationships but he’s never knew how to love somebody properly, always struggling to fully connect with his partners . His words often came out flat or plain wrong, his methods of affection coming out differently. Misunderstandings were a constant shadow over his relationships, fuelled by his difficulty to express what he really means.

◈ Truly listens to you. After a long, exhausting day, you poured out all your emotions while Taesoo calmly roasts a wild boar he had hunted that afternoon. The injustice hung on you for the whole day, leaving you moody and irritable. Tasso remained quiet and focused on the fire, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was even listening — or just avoiding saying something that’d rile you up further. However the next day, something unexpected happened; they even apologised, though a hint of fear lingered in their gaze that seemed to avoid yours.

◈ Loves when you sit on his lap. When he relaxes, his eyes linger too long on your hips, imagining how your body close to his will relieve the cold air hovering around his bouncing legs. Giving into his impulsion, Taesoo pulls you onto his legs, having no intention of letting you go nor letting you move. Taesoo’s breath is warm against your neck, and you can feel his whispered words into your skin. “Please, don’t move.” He murmurs, voice trembling slightly.

◈ Taesoo cherishes these intimate moments at his weakest when his guard is down, arms are wrapped around your figure, voice soft and raspy, expressing his deepest thoughts that he’s never imagined he’d ever tell. Trust doesn’t come easily; countless nights full of reassurance and warmth was the key to slowly shedding his protective layer.

◈ Lets you go hunting with him, teaching you how to use an arrow to hunt deers, and how to butcher animals. Though you’ll be subjected to overly strict rules, fuelled by his own need to protect you. Taesoo’s big hands glide over yours as he guides you on how to pull back the arrow, whispering “Keep your breath steady, and relax.”

ׂ╰┈➤ Your gaze was full of determination while his maintained a sense of worry, as if he saw the wandering deer as a dangerous creature rather than a mere animal grazing in the forest.

“Breathe with the bow.” The more he spoke, the harder it was to focus. Each word vibrates through the still air like the well-tuned hum of an instrument, a sweet blend of warmth and authority that made you weak to your knees.

When the deer finally stepped into the open, he gave a small nod and you let the arrow fly, hitting its target spot on. Though you felt slightly sympathetic watching it fall to its demise in a single moment. But if you thought that was difficult, the real work began when he taught you how to butcher the animal. You can feel his sharp gaze fixated on the way you hold the knife, instantly correcting you when it strayed too close. “Careful,” He tried his best to maintain his calm facade, yet his face revealed what he was really feeling. He ended up resting his knife on the board and insisted on watching you cut each slice of meat, his hands guiding yours once again and his gaze focused.

◈ Unbelievably weak to when you trace your fingers over his scars, leaning into your neck and eagerly pressing kisses against your neck, his hands finding their home along the curves on your body. Taesoo becomes shy to even show his face, because he knows he’s revealing his vulnerability.

◈ He would enjoy spending time with you in a quiet, meaningful way — watching as you learn how to cook from him, baking together, holding hands on a peaceful walk. Simply having you in his presence is enough to bring a small smile on his face.

◈ Truly loves every gift you give him, keeping it close in his favourite jacket and wearing the locket on his neck that you made for him. Holding it in his hands, he can’t help but smile, knowing it was crafted by your hands.

◈ Always puts you and your needs first, doing anything to make sure you’re comfortable. While doing so, Taesoo frequently overlooks his own well-being, sacrificing his own time and energy for you. Whether it’s staying up late with you or cancelling things to support you, his self-sacrificing nature knows no bounds. This unhealthy commitment leaves him psychically and emotionally drained, yet his devotion for your comfort keeps him going. So when you take the initiative to help him take over a new leaf, Taesoo doesn’t know what to do.

ׂ╰┈➤ At first, he objects. Being in the receiving end after giving for so long feels so foreign.

“You don’t have to do this for me, I’m fine.” He murmurs, but you can see the exhaustion in his eyes. Yet you persist, and he gradually comes to accept it, letting you do whatever you want. After a while, you notice the tension in his muscles relaxing as he finally realises taking proper care of himself doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.

◈ Taesoo confessed to you first. Sick and tired of all the contradicting thoughts, he decided it was better to release all the weight on his shoulder than bottle it up. In fact, he foolishly believed that it would be easier to forget his feelings if you didn’t reciprocate them.

ׂ╰┈➤ That afternoon, he invited you to your favourite café and you happily accepted since it was his treat. As you chatted about recent events, you couldn’t help but notice his troubled expression and the way his gaze drifted away. When you asked if something was wrong, he simply nodded, taking a slow sip of his espresso. Just as you began to think you were reading too much into it, he suddenly looked at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

“I love you.” He blurted out, voice barely above a whisper. The weight of his words hung in the air, leaving you momentarily speechless. Taesoo has always been out of touch with how he feels, but this time, he’s finally sure of himself.

Your heart raced, tumbling and failing to make coherent sentences. All you wanted was to pull him into a deep embrace, to close the gap between you two. You could see the regret written all over his face, as if he wished he could undo it all. He bit his lip, holding back the apology he was too ashamed to even mutter.

“Taesoo.” You began, hesitant to put it into words.

“I love you too.”

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