#the “kid” is reader's student

[skzstarl0ver]

☆*: .｡. Office hours .｡.:*☆

Lee know x reader / Teacher x student / age gap /smut / one shot

**Involves!!** age gap, illegal relationship, inappropriate touch, dirty talk, sex in public / school, cursing

enjoy xx (open for request)

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You were late. Again.

Your boots clicked against the marble floors of the language building as you all but sprinted toward Lecture Hall 3B. The weight of your laptop bag bounced at your side, and your heart pounded—not from the effort, but from knowing who’d be staring you down the second you walked in.

Professor Lee Minho had a gift for making you feel like he could see through walls.

You burst into the room just as he was writing something in neat Hangul on the whiteboard. He didn’t turn when you entered, but you saw his hand pause for just a second before resuming, smooth and deliberate.

"Nice of you to join us," he said without looking. His voice was low and smooth, with the kind of velvety edge that made people listen. Or blush.

A few chuckles echoed through the room. You felt them before you saw them—eyes. Watching you as you made your way to your seat.

Minho turned slowly, marker cap clicking shut in his fingers. He looked right at you, dark eyes unreadable, mouth barely twitching in the ghost of a smirk. He was wearing that charcoal button-up shirt again—the one that always seemed to cling just a little too perfectly to his frame.

You sat. Crossed your legs. Tried not to roll your eyes—or let your knees knock together.

"Let’s continue," he said smoothly. "Unless someone else wants to make an entrance?"

Your cheeks burned. But beneath the embarrassment was something else. Something twisted and warm and electric that curled low in your stomach.

Because you knew it wasn’t just snark. Not with the way he always looked at you like that. Like he wanted to say more.

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You didn’t need help with the assignment. Not really. But you knocked on his office door anyway that afternoon, heartbeat quick, lip tucked under your teeth like a secret.

"Come in," came the reply.

The office smelled like black coffee and old books. Minho sat behind a dark wood desk, sleeves rolled up, jaw sharp in profile. He didn’t look surprised to see you.

"Didn’t think you were the ‘ask for help’ type," he said, eyes flicking up.

"Guess I’m full of surprises," you said. Your voice came out cooler than you felt.

He leaned back in his chair, appraising you. His eyes dipped—just for a second—to your mouth, your neckline, your bare thigh where your skirt had ridden up slightly. He said nothing, but the air cracked like a wire pulled tight.

"What do you need help with?" he asked finally.

You stepped closer. Your fingers brushed the edge of his desk.

"Grammar," you lied.

He smiled, slow and knowing.

"Sit," he said. But it wasn’t a suggestion.

You sat, crossing your legs slowly, watching his eyes flicker to the movement. His fingers curled slightly against the desk. You felt it—the shift in the air.

"You sure it’s grammar you need help with?" he asked, his voice a little lower now, a little less controlled.

You tilted your head. "What if I said no?"

Minho’s jaw flexed.

He stood up slowly, moving around the desk until he was standing right in front of you. You leaned back in the chair, heart hammering in your chest, breath shallow. His presence was magnetic—too close, too intense.

"Then I’d ask what the hell you think you’re doing," he said, gaze dropping to your lips.

You let the tension hang between you like a pulled wire. Then, softly: "Testing a theory."

His brow lifted. "And what theory is that?"

You leaned in, voice barely a whisper. "That you’ve been wanting to touch me since the semester started."

That did it.

Minho’s breath left him in one sharp exhale, and the next thing you knew, his mouth was on yours—hot, urgent, needy. His hand cupped your jaw as he kissed you hard, like he’d been holding back for weeks, months, too long.

His tongue slid against yours, and a soft whimper escaped you—one he swallowed greedily. You felt him smirk against your lips as he murmured, “You’re gonna get us both in trouble.”

You reached up, fingers tangling in his shirt. "Then don’t stop."

He didn’t.

In one motion, he pulled you up from the chair and spun you, backing you against the edge of his desk. Papers scattered to the floor. His hands were everywhere—at your waist, up your thighs, under your skirt, fingers digging into your skin like he couldn’t get enough.

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” he muttered, lips brushing your neck.

“Try me.”

He paused then, forehead against yours. Breathing hard. Eyes wild.

“If I start,” he growled, “I’m not stopping at just a kiss.”

“Then don’t,” you whispered.

He pushed you up onto the desk. One knee spread open, the other wrapped around his hip. His hands were so confident, so sure of you—palming your thigh, sliding your underwear to the side with a low, appreciative groan.

“Already so wet for me,” he murmured, voice like sin. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? Sitting in my class like a good little student, but dreaming about getting bent over my desk.”

You gasped, hands in his hair, back arching. “Minho—”

“Professor,” he corrected, mouth brushing your ear, “if you’re going to moan my name, do it right.”

And oh—did you.

His mouth trailed hot kisses down your neck as his fingers worked you open, slow and devastating. You were a mess, writhing on his desk, biting your fist to keep from crying out.

“Let them hear,” he said, watching your flushed face. “Let them know who you belong to.”

When he finally slid into you, it wasn’t slow. It was rough, deep, desperate—weeks of tension snapping all at once. He grunted in your ear, your name a broken groan on his lips. Every thrust rocked the desk, every sound between you swallowed by the thick silence of his office.

You didn’t care who might walk by. Who might hear.

All you could think about was how good he felt. How he knew exactly where to touch you, how to take you apart, how to make you beg.

“Such a smart girl in class,” he panted, hand gripping your waist as he pounded into you, “but in here? You’re mine.”

You shattered.

And he kissed you through it—possessive, deep, reverent—as if he’d never wanted anything more.

After, the silence was thick. Only the sound of your breathing filled the room.

Minho helped pull your skirt back down, brushing his fingers over your skin with surprising gentleness.

“This shouldn’t have happened,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple.

“But it did,” you replied, voice soft but firm.

He looked at you, searching your eyes. Then: “Come back next week.”

You blinked. “For…?”

“Office hours,” he said, smirking. “You’ve got a lot of grammar to work on.”

Thanks for reading, hope you liked it xxx (this was a request)

[fishyvamp]

Thinking about Unlucky!Reader's boss, the florist shop owner, a single father recently divorced, grew up here but moved away thinking he was in love. You weren't, the relationship was built on shoddy ground you'd say. Too young and too stupid to realize people grow and change, and you both grew in ways too different for eachother and learned too many things about yourself that you just couldn't unlearn. You wanted to say the feeling was mutual, but there's a reason you got the kid and your ex has fallen off the map. They'll turn up, they always did.

He finds himself outside in the alley squatting on the ball of his feet having a smoke. Jinx hasn't turned up in sometime and you're worried, no text or calls. Which was unusual to say the least. You figure it has something to do with the tree like Fae, Bell hung on his hip, you've heard enough about him to know that he's other intentions then a quick snack if he's hanging around someone. Fae!Ghostface has filled you in on plenty and speak of the devil, you watch him pad up to you boots heavy on the ground airy tendrils flowing all around him. The mask is real enough, strong enough too to almost hide him. "What do you want?" You snap making note of the blood stains painting his body.

Fae!Ghostface cocks his head to the side, arms folded across his chest. You can almost hear the chittering behind his mask. He was a cockroach is what he is. "You asked about the cursed one," His voice causing your skin to crawl as he talks with too many voices, "they live." He's bad at pretending to be human or perhaps he knows he doesn't have to for you. He likes you or at least you think he does, he at least has kept your kid out of enough danger for you to justify letting him stick around. He looks down at the chain around your neck noting the rings on your fingers. Iron likely though he will not test, "Have I not gained your trust human?" He asks stepping closer.

You rise up flat on your feet mirroring his movements, "I know what you are." You growl, knowing better. You've read enough stories and heard enough tails to start making guesses. It helps when he not forthcoming about his own habits. Fae!Ghostface makes a noise that might be mock shock, but with all the layers over it you can't be sure. You shake your head snuffing out the cigarette on the brick before flicking it into the ashtray above the trash. "As long as Jinx is alive I'm not worried..." You pause for a moment, thinking carefully, "The favor you owe, keep an eye on jinx." You hear a chuckle from behind feeling the string that once tied to you unknot. Flowing back to you.

You'll need to get more hooks in him, just to keep him in line, fuck if you didn't just sound like your no good father...

[storytowrite]

Seven deadly sins (OT8 x F! Reader)

-> Sin Four: Envy |Kim Seungmin|

Genre: Suggestive, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1067

Warnings: 18+

Summary: Y/N performed every one of the deadly sins and that's means that she's going to hell.

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You woke up in bed alone. You were still in the third room, however, there was no Hyunjin by your side, with whom you had spent... actually, how much time? You had lost count long ago.  But was it actually that important? 

You finally decided to get out of bed and look for Hyunjin. After all, he couldn't have gone far, right? In the end, he himself invited you to the third room and, as a host, he should look after you. 

You looked around the room. There were definitely more women in it now. This surprised you a bit. Why so many of them? Did Hyunjin also invite them, just like he invited you? 

Last night Hyunjin made you feel special, but now, seeing so many beautiful women around, you begin to feel insecure. You didn't like the feeling. Your gaze finally located Hyunjin, who was sitting among the other girls and joking with them. 

You heard his laughter. One of the girls put her hand on his thigh, and another whispered something in his ear, which made him laugh. You squint your eyes. You didn't like it one bit. Why would Hyunjin turn to some girls after such a good, intoxicating night? You were overwhelmed with jealousy. Hyunjin's laughter began to become louder and louder. And you began to be eaten up more and more by envy. You didn't like the fact that he was sitting among other women. That he was letting them touch him. You decided to confront him. 

“Hyunin?” You started while standing in front of him. “Can you explain to me what all this is supposed to mean?” 

“Hm? What do you mean?” He asked, raising his eyebrow slightly. “What do you have a problem with, my muse?” 

“What do you mean, what do I have a problem with! You spent the whole previous evening with me and now...” You started, but he didn't let you finish. 

“Love, you are not my girlfriend. You let your emotions get carried away and now you are suffering the consequences. Not my fault.” He shrugged his shoulders dismissively. Well, he didn’t care about you. 

You looked at him in disbelief. Last night he was definitely saying something different from what he represented now. You watched as the women around him became bolder and bolder in touching him and whispering sweet nothings. Hyunjin apparently liked this, because his face expressed satisfaction. 

You boiled inside. How could he treat you like this? Like some kind of thing? You watched the view in front of your eyes for a while. One of the women sat down on Hyunjin's lap. You clenched your jaws with jealousy. 

“Are you okay?” You heard suddenly next to you. You glanced at the owner of the voice. A tall man, not much shorter than Hyunjin, appeared right next to you. 

“No, it's not okay.” You burbled, watching as the woman on Hyunjin's lap began placing kisses on his neck. 

“Ah, you've fallen victim to Hyunjin's charm.” The man spoke up with a slight smile that you didn't notice. 

“And what do you know?” You snorted, rolling your eyes. 

“Believe me, beautiful, I know.” He smiled warmly at you. “I'm Seungmin, and you, jealous?” 

“I'm not jealous.” You denied and turned toward him. “I am Y/N.” 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Would you like to join me?” He asked, offering you his arm. 

“Huh? Join where?” You asked slightly confused. 

“You'll see.” He winked. “I'll take you where few people have the opportunity to enter. What do you think? You'll make them jealous.” Seungmin said this loud enough that the women surrounding Hyunjin looked at you. 

“Ah yes? Then let's go.” You agreed. 

Seungmin smiled and, giving you his arm, led you to the exit of the third room. On your way out, you looked over your shoulder some more and looked towards Hyunjin, who, despite everything, did not look happy. 

Seungmin led you to another room. This one was black with green accents. You looked around you. It was the first time you had seen such a vibrant color combination. You liked it. You were in the fourth room. 

Appetite grows as you eat. Getting to the fourth room was easy. You spent a great time with its host, Seungmin. Seungmin was funny and intelligent. His comments were always on point. His stories were entertaining. You could listen to him forever. 

However, some doubts and questions began to arise in your mind. How did you get through four rooms in one evening, out of seven, when for years you couldn't even advance to the second room? 

You began to have some doubts. Something wasn't right, however, you couldn't tell what exactly. How long had you been at the club actually? How much time had passed? A couple of hours? One day? Several? You were so preoccupied with it all that you couldn't tell. You lost track of time. 

And yet, you longed to find out what the other rooms looked like. You longed to get to the seventh, or even the eighth - which was probably just a rumor, but your senses said otherwise. 

“Hey, Seungmin? Can I ask you a question?” You decided to ask your host. 

“Huh? Sure, what's the matter Y/N?” He glanced at you from over his drink. 

“Actually, I have a few questions.... First, how long have I been here? Have I lost track of time? What time are you closing the club?” 

“Oh beautiful, it's hard to say.” The man glanced at his watch, which you hadn't noticed before. “It looks like you've only been here a few hours.” 

“Hm? How is that possible? I'll give my head cut off that I've been here more than a day.” You said, puzzled. 

“I don't know anything about that, Y/N. Our club was recently opened.... Maybe you drank too much?” Seungmin suggested. “Or maybe just not enough?” He smiled slightly. “I'll ask Changbin to take you to our special bar. Only the lucky ones can go in there. The others here, if they see you crossing about that door will be boiling with jealousy.” He persuaded you. 

You looked at him and contemplated. Your doubts began to fade. In the end, you felt pride, greed and desire inside you, and the envy of others made you want even more. You were hungry for new experiences.

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-> Masterlist <- Lust | Gluttony ->

Taglist: @dinogal97 @velvetmoonlght

[call-of-daydreams]

Update about me even though no one asked...

I've been applying to colleges and visiting different campuses, and so far, I have been accepted into 6 colleges. Washington State University, East Carolina University, Barton College, Catawba College, Western Carolina University, and University of Mount Olive. The top school I want to go to is North Carolina University. Still, I do need to choose a plan B to help me out, if you know anything about the colleges, I listed especially with their pre-vet programs or any veterinary program they offer would really help me come to a conclusion or help me narrow down my options.

So please, interact with this post to help me not go insane.

(And posts are slowly coming again, I promise!)

[solivagant-blogs]

(11/12/24): Life of A Quiet Student

Overall: ★★☆☆☆

How other students treated me: ★★★☆☆

↑ Reasoning: Only bad comment was during literature when the teacher let me work by myself rather than with another student. The other student went to work with another group, and someone said something about me. I heard my name but I couldn't hear what exactly was said. Oh, well.

Worst part of my day: 7th hour. Those kids are so loud. Constantly whistling, making bopping noises with their mouths, and farting noises. I thought we were in highschool not kindergarten. They trigger my misophonia so badly. Literally almost walked out of the room.

Best part of my day: 4th hour. We had a pizza party where I managed to eat one piece of pepperonia pizza. The only other option was ham and I only like cheese. It wasn't that bad, but the peperoni taste is still in my mouth.

What I'm reading: The Trial by Franz Kafka

Other: My creative writing class is making us create a book with some of the poetry we've written. We have to do a dedication page, introduction page, and about the author. To be honest, I really don't wanna do all that. Just let us copy down the poetry and then be done, please.

[sugarlywhispers]

oooooon another note...

Midoriya Izuku Sensei is my brainrot of the day.

😍

[niyahsthings]

Are you falling in love?

Prompt: felix is starting to feel himself falling deeper and deeper in love

Contains: non idol au studentxstudent

A new kind of love 💗

• that perfectly sums up what Felix is feeling about you

It sparks across the flesh you’ll feel it kicking in soon 💗

• every time he’s around you he feels these sparks flying between you two

Are you falling in love? I’ve feeling you are 💗

• he knows that he’s falling deeper and deeper in love with you but he has a feeling you are two

So you’re running late and it’s not even like you 💗

• he’s starting to get worried he noticed that your running late for class

Did your dog eat your homework again💗

• after a few minutes Felix looks at you running into class giving the teacher a late slip you sit next to him and he whispers to you did your dog eat your homework again

Are you falling in love 💗

• after class he pulls to the court yard and you ask him what is this for he turns and looks at you and confesses all of his hidden feelings for you after he confesses to you he stands there in front of you scared that you will decline his feelings but to his surprise you accept

In love 💗

• you and Felix officially become a couple your happily in love you two becomes the school’s it couple he gladly accepts that title cuz he shamelessly in love with you  

[djeesperate]

Finding Comfort

Word count: 1675

C/W: Minor Relink spoilers?, I refer to him as "Siete" instead of "Seofon" sorry, Siete being toxic, unrequited love. Inspired by the fate episode the funny blond man has in Relink.

“Isn’t that worth something?”

Siete has been mulling over his thoughts ever since his silver-haired acquaintance spoke his mind.

Id was socially awkward and struggled to understand most things that weren't combat-related. So when he expressed envy over the captain and the Eternal leader's relationship, Siete was at a loss.

“What are you doing out here?”

He snaps back to reality at the sound of their voice—speak of the devil. They stood in front of him in sleepwear, the moonlight from above making their tousled hair shine beautifully amidst the damaged deck of the Grandcypher. Siete exhaled from his nose, “Mulling over work stuff. No breaks for someone as in-demand as moi, I'm afraid.” He lied. “What about you? Thought you'd be fast asleep after the party was done. Your beauty sleep's important, y’know!”

He watched them roll their eyes, unimpressed. “I'm looking for Gawain,” of course you were, “He stepped out of the party for a bit before going back in.” So that's where you went, “Wanted to check up on him before I sleep. Have you seen him?”

“No.”

“Huh… maybe he's in the pantry. He didn't eat much after all,” you knew his eating portions now? He watched you turn back to the door and walked away without looking at him. “Whatever. Thanks anyway.”

“Hey.”

When you stopped to look back at him, it gave him just a little bit of hope. “I’m proud to be by your side. Wouldn't have chosen anyone else but you.” He said, earnestly, hoping his words would reach you this time.

It vanished the instant those wrinkles appeared, brows scrunched, eyes narrowed, those lips that made the most perfect smile pull downwards. “Ew, what was that for?”

“Ahaha… kidding~��� Not one blade in his vast collection was sharp enough compared to the cut in his heart right now. If he were to be stabbed by all the swords in existence, it wouldn't hurt as much as watching your back turned, leaving him atop the ship without saying goodbye.

The alcohol tasted horrible the day after, nothing Ladiva said truly reached him. The distance he was from reality started to grow further and further—her words that once brought comfort long ago, muffled by the black abyss between them now. 

“Oh, hello, dear! It's rare to see you here.” The chime atop the door rang as someone entered.

“Trust me, I'd drop by more often if it were as empty as it is right now.” An irritating voice came from behind the blond man, footsteps coming closer to the bar. “I have no clue why that one guy insists on talking to me, but I never pictured him to be as chatty as he is.”

Ladiva laughs, leaning forward on the counter. “Oh, come now, Baal means well. He tells me you have a good voice.”

“Nonsense. The closest thing to music I've ever done was when the captain made me sing them ‘Happy Birthday’,” The knight from Dalmore took the seat next to Siete, “Barely in tune, I will add.”

“That's nice,” Poison spilled out from Siete's mouth, words laced with sarcasm as he butted into the conversation.

Yet, the man didn't notice this and raised a brow. “I don't understand. What was nice?”

He never understands, “Don’t think too hard about it, man.” Siete downs his drink, ignoring the disapproving look Ladiva was giving him. “I just say things randomly. A quirk, really.”

“I see… I suppose eccentricity is the norm in this crew,” don't make him laugh, “Thank you though, I think.”

“Don't mention it.” Siete smirks, setting his mug down before standing up to leave. “I've had my fill Ladiva~ Thanks again for everything.”

Whatever was going through her mind, Ladiva didn't say anything. The concern in her eyes was blocked out of his view—he didn't want to acknowledge that he was causing her distress.

“Ladiva, are you alright?” Gawain spoke up. He blinked in surprise when he felt Siete's hand land on his shoulder, squeezing firmly.

“You have no idea how lucky you are.” Siete looked ahead, not even sparing him a glance as he let go, leaving the knight alone and confused.

“... Is everything okay with him?” He looked at Ladiva, unsure of what he walked into.

She smiled, but Gawain could tell she was pained by something. “It's nothing, dear.” Her voice was almost inaudible, extremely saddened. “Everyone has their struggles. I hope you are doing fine, though.”

“Oh, I've been well.” He lights up, smiling genuinely, “My sister has expressed her interest in fashion to me recently. It's nice to hear her talk about it so excitedly…”

How funny, the Sun is out and summer is in, but it felt cold wherever Siete went. 

Atop a hill in a peaceful area he scouted, he sat cross-legged, leaning back on his hands as his head faced the skies. His eyes closed, allowing himself to feel the breeze of the wind and hear the rustling of the grass below him.

They were supposed to spar with him here an hour ago, but he guessed they probably cancelled on him to do other things. Again.

“They’re out with Sir Gawain’s sister.” 

Siete opens his eyes, looking at the unwanted guest. He didn't say anything, irritation showing on his face.

“... You're not thinking of killing me again, are you?”

“I wonder, Id, I wonder~”

Id frowned, continuing to stand as he looked down at the sulking mess of a man. “You're being passive-aggressive,” he noted, “Such tone is meant to convey sarcasm. Elmott taught me this.”

“Do you want a gold star?”

“Siete.”

“Just go away. I'm not in the mood to talk right now.” Siete motioned him to leave as if Id were a dog. He laid down and closed his eyes again, trying to find peace.

He heard Id sit down next to him. “You're temperamental for a leader. I wonder how the other members of the Eternals see you.”

“You can ask them yourself if you're so curious about it.”

“Why are you the way you are? Why so bothered by Sir Gawain’s relationship with the captain?” Crimson eyes studied the blond’s face. “I told you before that your bond with the captain is special. Is that really not worth anything to you?”

“Get lost.”

“I am lost. I don't understand why you're isolating yourself like this.” Id sighed in frustration.

Moments passed, and Siete spoke after contemplating his words—whether or not he should open his mouth. It's not like he enjoys being petty either, you know? But he can't help himself when he's being treated like trash. “How envious you are of me, I'm exponentially envious of him.”

“... Is that so?” Id was deep in thought. “I suppose it's comforting to know that even you can feel inadequate.”

“I'm glad you feel better about yourself.”

“You're still being sarcastic…” Id sighed. “Is there no way for me to help you at all?” He watched Siete open an eye, the teal trying to burn his red ones, “I am… Mr Fix It after all.”

“How cute,” Siete sat up, leaning closer to him. “So what's the fix for my achy breaky heart, hm? What's your million rupee solution?”

Id backs up, uncomfortable by the staredown he's receiving. “I… don't know.” He admits. “But I'd rather keep you close while finding an answer than leave you to your devices. You would sooner behead that man than face your troubles head-on.”

“Now that's a good idea.”

“That is not a good idea.” Id frowns again, “What is this obsession with murder? Aren't you supposed to be a hero of sorts?”

“It's not an obsession. It was only you.” Siete corrected, “and I was just joking, obviously.”

“Nothing is obvious with you…” Id shook his head, choosing to ignore the part where the Eternal leader admitted wanting Id dead in the past. “Always saying things with hidden meanings, always saying the opposite of what you mean. Maybe if you weren't so cryptic, the captain would've reciprocated by now.”

Siete merely laughed at the suggestion, as if it were the funniest joke ever told. Id just watched with scrutiny, trying his best to decipher his mannerisms. Siete never had a mother, but he felt as if she would've sounded like Id at this very moment.

“Then I suppose you don't want me to fix it. I'll take my leave.” The albino man moved to stand back up but stopped when he felt a hand on his wrist.

In a kneeling position, Id looked to Siete, sitting quietly staring straight ahead at absolutely nothing. He searched his eyes for some kind of meaning to this strange behaviour but found nothing. “Why are you holding my arm like it's glass?”

“...I don't know.”

“Does that mean you don't know, or you know but refuse to elaborate?” He raised his brow, patience running a little thin.

“Don't ruin the moment.”

“What? What does that mean?”

“How can you expect to woo the ladies being this dense…” Siete shook his head, sighing dramatically.

“But you're not a lady… what is happening right now…” Truth be told, the only reason Id sat back down was because his brain was working overtime trying to understand the situation he just landed himself in.

“Just stay. Please.”

Nothing more was said. No words were exchanged past that point. 

Id doesn't fully understand, but he stays anyway. Was it weird that somehow, it felt comforting? That was how he thinks the air feels. Siete doesn't seem bitter anymore and genuinely looks cheerful again (maybe he should ask Elmott what significance “moments” meant to women…).

He sighed, this man really was the most difficult to comprehend. First, he tells him to leave him alone yet now he's telling him to stay. He hasn't let go of his arm either. Id wonders if there's some case of split personality going on inside Siete's mind.

“Look, Id! It's Vyrn stuck in a pumpkin!”

“Er, that's a cloud.”

“Id…”

Who would've thought clashing personalities somehow make good friends?

[slut-taylorsversionnn]

summary: part 1 of tom blyth x med student (idk how many parts this will be so just enjoy!) also this is taking place pretty much modern day when tom is filming part 2 of season 2 of billy the kid.

mackenzie blaire was my best friend and roommate. we met our sophomore year at nyu when her boyfriend had broken up with her OVER TEXT and i found her in the bathroom at a bar sobbing her eyes out. i was at the time getting over a very toxic situation ship so we immediately hit it off and have been roommates and best friends ever since. she was currently pursuing her acting career while i was in my 4th year of med school. mackenzie had starred in billy the kid alongside tom blyth and ever since then let’s just say i had developed a crush on him. me and mackenzie had gone to see the ballad of songbirds and snakes in theaters together and let’s just say my crush had gotten ten times worse. so tonight was the people’s choice awards and tom and mackenzie were both nominated for season 2 of billy the kid. and of course mackenzie picked me to be her plus one!

“i am soo nervous.” i said pouring mackenzie and myself a cup of coffee.

“you will be fine and tom will be obsessed with you by the end of the night, trust me!” she said.

“but kenz you are the outgoing and bold one, me not so much. this is why you’re the actress and i’m still in college.” i sighed, med school was super interesting and everything i thought it would be but sometimes seeing how successful kenzie was kinda made me jealous.

“ok first of all, you are like the smartest person i know. and you are so funny so please don’t get yourself down. you are so positive about everyone else, it’s time for you to be happy for yourself!” kenzie always knew what to say.

“you’re so right. i am just going to enjoy myself and we are going to have the best time regardless that i might get rejected by the single hottest guy on the planet, tom blyth.” i laughed.

i was enjoying my coffee and reading my book when my phone buzzed. i picked it up to see that tom blyth started following me on instagram. i sprinted into mackenzie’s room.

“TOM JUST FOLLOWED ME ON INSTAGRAM!” i pretty much shouted at her.

“oh my gosh y/n! this is huge!! i have been texting him on and off today and i told him you were quite the catch soo….”

“what exactly did you say???” i love how she just casually brought up that she was texting tom blyth like what.

“just how charming and sweet and funny you are. i guess that made him want to go check out your insta and he must’ve liked what he saw.” she said eyebrows wiggling.

“now i literally cannot wait to get to see him tonight! this is actually insane am i dreaming right now??”

she laughed, “i’m so happy for you! looks like its time to get ready, tom won’t know what hit him when you get onto that red carpet!”

we walked into our shared bathroom. it was perfect to get ready because of the huge double sink vanity.

“kenz you have no idea how excited i am! the nerves are like completely gone and i just can’t believe i actually get to come with you!”

“yay, y/n i am so happy you get to come too. like who else would i want to party it up with on a red carpet?” she laughed and we started putting on our makeup. i loved getting all glammed up and mackenzie curled my hair. i finally put on my yellow floor length dress that was absolutely stunning. it hugged my body perfectly and had a slit that came up the side. i then slipped on my gold heels and stepped out to see mackenzie in her gorgeous coral dress.

“omg y/n you are STUNNING! tom isn’t going to be able to take his eyes off of you!!” mackenzie exclaimed.

“mackenzie you literally look like a disney princess right now, that dress was made for you!!” we definitely picked out our dresses to match each other and man we were going to kill it on the red carpet.

we stepped out of our car and i was immediately overwhelmed by the flashing of cameras and the amount of people at this event. i felt like a celebrity myself with all the pictures being taken of me and mackenzie. all of a sudden i heard someone saying mackenzie’s name. i turned around and bam there was tom blyth.

“tom!! it is so great to see you!” kenzie said leaning in for a hug. oh my goodness he looked even better in person if that was even possible. THE tom blyth was hugging my best friend. like obviously they had acted together in billy the kid and every time i watched it that felt insane to me but seeing this in person was crazy.

“mackenzie! it is so so good to see you darling.” tom said in his accent which was the hottest thing ever. then those blue eyes found their way to mine. “you must be y/n! kenzie won’t shut up about how awesome you are, it is such an honor to meet you in person.” he said. my shocked face was blocked from his view as he pulled me into a hug. oh my gosh i am hugging tom blyth right now at the people’s choice awards. he said it was an honor to meet me. is my life even real right now?? my mind was spinning.

“it is such an honor to meet you! you were so amazing in billy the kid and the hunger games, i’m glad people are understanding the tom blyth hype now.” i gushed, im sorry but i was completely fan girling like how could i not??

“oh the tom blyth hype? are you a supporter?” he questioned, was he flirting? was i flirting with tom blyth?

“i guess you could say that.” i blushed. now keep in mind somehow during this conversation kenzie had abandoned me so it was just me and tom on the red carpet which i guess i should thank her for but i was also very flustered.

“do you ever get used to these cameras?” i questioned tom as the cameras flashed at us.

“not really, but it’s easier to get through when you have company.” he winked. that sent butterflies erupting in my stomach. so what exactly had mackenzie said about me that made tom so flirty tonight??

“may i?” he asked wondering if he could slip his arm around my waist to pose for some more pictures. i just nodded and giggled. he laughed and snaked his arm around my waist.

“that dress is gorgeous on you, i can’t believe this is your first red carpet. you are such a natural at this.” tom whispered into my ear. feeling his breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine.

“i think it’s because you are doing all the work. i’m just standing here and looking pretty.” i shrugged making him laugh.

as we neared the end of the carpet there were stairs we had to climb down. and tom being the gentleman that he was, went down quickly so he could hold my hand and help me down the stairs. the lyrics from slut! by taylor swift started playing in my head ‘in a world of boys he’s a gentleman.’ we made our way inside and there were so many tables i had no where to go and i froze. tom smiled and placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to our table. gosh he was hot, funny, and so sweet.

“y/n! you made it. i see you and tom had a fun time on the carpet.” kenzie said as me and tom sat down. my seat was perfect - i was in between tom and mackenzie. other actors that worked on billy the kid were also seated at our table such as daniel webber and josh cruddas.

“y/n is quite the natural on the carpet. she was cracking jokes and that was the fastest the red carpet has ever gone for me, i think she needs to come to all of my events.” tom gushed.

“i wouldn’t mind. getting all glammed up is pretty fun and you were the one cracking all the jokes. i feel like i just stood there laughing the whole time.” i smiled. how were me and tom acting like old friends already, we just met? the chemistry was wild.

the lights started to dim signaling the show was about to begin. they were announcing action movie of the year and the ballad of songbirds and snakes won!! i shot out of my seat to congratulate tom. since he was right next to me i got to hug him first hehe.

“congratulations tom!!” i cheered as he hugged me. he smiled and went to hug kenzie and then he went up on stage with the rest of the hunger games cast. rachel zegler started her speech saying how thankful she was for the wonderful cast and the amazing fans. then tom said how this was such a wonderful opportunity and he was so thankful for the franchise and everyone showing so much support. i clapped and got a little teary eyes at their speeches.

tom returned to his seat and the rest of the table said their congratulations. the show continued and rachel zegler won the action movie star of the year. taylor swift won lots of course, loved her so much.

then billy the kid won an award and the whole table stood up except me and made their way to the stage. mackenzie and tom said a few words of thanks and i was so proud!

after the show we headed to the after party and me and kenzie headed over to the bar.

“what could you have possibly said to tom?” i questioned her, “he’s been all over me tonight!”

“i don’t know, he must just be in love with you, i mean who wouldn’t.” she replied. “now let’s party it up! i heard there was gonna be some karaoke too.”

i was sipping on my drink and mackenzie had wondered off to talk to some other friends of hers and i was content to people watch. that’s when tom walked up to the bar and asked for some whiskey.

he smiled at me and asked, “how is your first red carpet after party going?”

“well i heard there was going to be some karaoke so i figured some alcohol in my system would give me the confidence to go up there. i love karaoke but im just some random med student at the people’s choice awards.”

“would it help if we were to do a duet?” tom offered eyebrows raised.

“that would be so fun! what song are you thinking?” i was grinning so much right now.

“i’m up for anything, the point of karaoke is to not know the words anyway.”

“umm definitely not the point of karaoke but we’re just going to ignore that flaw of yours.”

“flaw of mine?? i feel personally attacked on that one l/n.” he said.

i rolled my eyes and held back a giggle, “ooh! i have a song idea, but no making fun of me blyth. why don’t we we do what makes you beautiful by one direction! that would be a great duet and the crowd would love it.”

“you would be a one direction fan.” tom chuckled.

“i told you no making fun of me. and you are so a fan too, i can just tell.”

“fine you caught me. i love listening to one direction.” tom says.

i grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the sign up sheet. kenzie came up to us, “you got tom to sign up for karaoke??” she exclaimed.

“oh yeah! we’re doing a one direction song, it’s gonna be great!” i replied.

“be ready to be blown away.” tom said laughing.

before i knew it, it was time to go up and sing our duet. “you ready for this, darling?” tom asked helping me up on stage.

“oh i was born ready tom.” i giggled.

the song starts and i start singing:

You're insecure, don't know what for

You're turnin' heads when you walk through the door

Don't need makeup to cover up

Bein' the way that you are is enough

then tom starts singing and i forget about everyone watching

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

then we sing together and i walk closer towards him

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

That's what makes you beautiful

tom sings looking at me the whole time

So c-come on, you got it wrong

To prove I'm right, I put it in a song

I don't know why you're being shy

And turn away when I look into your eyes

then i sing back to him

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

then we both sing dancing around the stage

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

That's what makes you beautiful

Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na, na

Na, na-na-na, na-na

Na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na, na

Na, na-na-na, na-na

i sing and turn towards everyone watching and blush when i feel tom’s eyes on me

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell

You don't know you're beautiful

both of us:

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

You don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh

That's what makes you beautiful

everyone is cheering to loudly and i feel like i have just had my high school musical troy and gabriella moment with tom. i looked at him and he had the biggest grin on his face and i knew i looked the same way. we got off stage and tom goes, “did we really just do that?”

at the same time i go, “that was incredible.” we just start laughing. mackenzie runs up to us.

“guys that was literally straight out of a movie. you guys had every single person at this party invested.” she said.

“i think that was my best karaoke performance yet.” i said grinning.

“i think it’s time to quit acting and me and y/n can take this show on the road.” tom laughed.

“such a great idea.” i said laughing and grabbed his arm to stabilize myself in my heels.

kenzie dragged us onto the dance floor and at some point rachel zegler, josh rivera, and hunter schafer joined us on the dance floor. what?! my mind was blown as they all said how amazing me and tom’s performance was. we danced and drank and laughed and boy was it a blast.

the party winded down and mackenzie and i were making our way out.

“wait y/n!” i heard tom call as i was about to climb into our car. i turned around as he jogged up to me.

“tonight was so fun and i just wanted to say it was a blast getting to know you, can i by chance get your number?” he asked sheepishly.

“yes of course! i had the best time too, you really know how to party!” i said laughing. we exchanged numbers and he hugged me good bye.

“see you later tom.”

“hope to see you soon l/n.”

author’s note: hope you all enjoyed! i can’t wait to continue this series. leave suggestions for other stories you want to read and i will get to it!

[karatekels]

I know a request of mine is still on the way but I thought hEY why not already give you the next one? I’m so sorry, the terry brainrot is doing this 😫

could we have more kk3 terry please? honestly when it comes to my requests, you can always make reader the innocent type. so maybe she randomly comes across the dojo and sees daniel train with terry. she‘s fascinated by terry’s skills and strength (and grows a crush on him) but doesn’t have the courage to go in. she‘d just pass by almost every day there to see if she can watch him train again. what she doesn’t realize tho is that terry‘s been aware of her presence since day 1 and is just waiting for the perfect opportunity to lure her in and of course also show her his true colors at some point

I’m super excited to write this one! I hope it doesn’t come across as too OOC for Terry, but I still think his actions fit with his character. Enjoy!

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Payment Plan

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They had moved your bus stop two blocks over, and an extra ten minutes away, a minor inconvenience that added up quickly into a more irritating problem when you used it to get to work six days a week.

Grumbling to yourself, you head up the more unfamiliar street, wanting to get to the bus stop a few minutes early just in case you had any trouble finding it. It was strange how you could live in one place for so long, but get so accustomed to your daily routes that anything beyond that felt new and interesting to you. There was a pottery and ceramics shop, what looked to be a bonsai shop opening soon, and…a place selling snakes? Strange, but then, this was L.A., and what else could a place called Cobra Kai possibly be selling?

Slowing your pace a bit – you had the time – you look in through one of the glass windows, wondering at what the store could be selling. To your surprise, there are no reptiles, no cages, just a largely empty room with training mats and mirrors. Taking a closer look at the sign on the door, you see that Cobra Kai is actually a karate dojo.

Sure enough, you see two people walk into the main training area of the dojo: a boy, probably close to finishing high school, in a white gi and nearly bouncing with enthusiasm, and a man that looked to be in his early thirties, in a half-open black gi, watching the boy with a stoic expression.

The man was probably the most handsome man you’d ever seen – he was definitely the most attractive you’d see outside of TV or the movies, and he looked like an action star himself. Tall, incredibly built, with long dark hair and bright blue eyes, you didn’t think that people could be this attractive…

A car horn sounds suddenly in the street behind you, causing you to jump. You turn away from the window, not wanting it to be obvious that you were watching, and check your watch. You had to leave now or you would miss your bus! Reluctantly, you walk down the street, though you sincerely doubt you’ll be able to focus on work today…

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Hours later, and you’re on the bus ride home, tired and looking forward to getting home. Your boss hadn’t shared your plans of not focusing on work, and you’d been pushed to the limit with a last-minute double-shift. You hop off the bus at the new stop just as dusk is starting to fall. Bracing yourself for your now-slightly-longer walk home, you look down the street, and see that the lights at the Cobra Kai dojo are still on across the street.

…A glimpse of the man you’d seen earlier would be just the thing to brighten your day. And it’s not like you’d be hurting anyone; they’d never even notice. He may not even be there, you reason to yourself as you cross the street, trying not to move too excitedly.

You slow your pace as you approach the dojo window, taking a quick look around you and noticing only a couple of people nearby. Good, you wouldn’t be noticed snooping by anyone out here, at least. Peeking into the dojo, you see the same two men as this morning – had they been at it this whole time?! Karate seemed like a ton of work.

The boy is looking exhausted, sweaty, his hair matted to his forehead, but the man looks as stunning as he had this morning; not even a hair out of place. You suppose that makes sense; he’s clearly the teacher here – sensei, you think it was called – so of course the student would be actually doing the most karate.

The man stalks around the boy, staring him down intensely as they have a conversation. Everything about him seemed so strong, but at the same time so controlled, like he was constantly on edge of unleashing all the power he was capable of. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him – he seemed so passionate when teaching the boy, and his student seemed responsive, wanting to please.

You could relate to him in that regard, you think to yourself as you all but drool at the sight of the man through the window. You wonder what his voice sounds like, you wonder about everything…

The two have moved over to a crude training dummy made of wood and pipes. The boy kicks the dummy’s “legs” a few times, but doesn’t make much progress, even appearing to hurt his foot at one point. The man seems to reassure him over a pep-talk, before moving over the dummy itself and demolishing it – legs, chest and head – in three quick strikes. Your jaw falls open – you’re pretty sure that the boy’s does as well, having never seen anything remotely like it in your life.

Realizing that you’ve been staring too long, you force yourself away from the dojo, heading home. You can’t say that you sleep well this night, but that your dreams are well worth the lack of rest.

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Over the next week, you find yourself looking through the dojo’s windows twice a day, everyday, trying to commit every glimpse of the handsome man to memory. You’re sure that this isn’t healthy behaviour, but you don’t know how you could go about introducing yourself at this point. “Hi, I’ve been watching you teach karate without you knowing for the past week and have fallen head over heels for you. Would you like to get a drink?” Yeah, right.

You’ve even tried to do things to get his attention, despite knowing that it’s a futile effort – he was always so focused when teaching or practicing himself. You had started dressing in the nicest clothes you could get away with wearing to work without drawing attention, and had gone to the library on your day off to pick up some books about karate, wanting to secretly share this interest with him.

Clutching the book to your chest, you start to walk back home, looking forward to walking past the dojo as always. Looking into the window, pretending that you’re checking your reflection so that no passersby get suspicious, you gaze into the dojo, only to find that it’s empty, leaving you with an overwhelming feeling of disappointment.

“You know, you’ll never really learn karate from a book.”

Spinning around at the sudden voice from behind you, you come face-to-face with the subject of your infatuation, looking down at you with a friendly smile.

You’ve forgotten how to breathe.

“I…um…what?” you stammer, feeling yourself already blushing deeply. He was somehow even more attractive up close. This was the first time you’d seen him wearing something other than his gi, and he looks a bit less imposing in jeans and a grey sweatshirt, his hair in the same ponytail as always.

“I noticed your book,” he repeats calmly, stepping beside you to unlock the door to the dojo. “You can’t learn something like karate from a book; you need hands-on experience.”

“Oh, umm, I’m sure you’re right. This is just a newer interest that I’ve recently developed, so I wasn’t sure where to start…” you ramble, trying to not make a fool of yourself.

“Come inside, and I’ll teach you the basics!” he invites, giving you a smile that has you momentarily dazed. Eventually your mind registers what he’s said, and you rush to excuse yourself from accepting his request.

“Oh, I couldn’t! I’m sure you’ll be teaching today –”

“Nope, only one student at the moment, and he’s taken the day off.”

“Well, then I guess you’ll be practicing yourself, right?” You had watched him, one day last week, practicing punches and kicks, seeming to dance across the training mats in a blur of masculine grace. You’d love to see that again…

“There’s still plenty of time in the day for me to train, but no time like the present to train you!” he insists, his lips quirked as he holds the door open for you. “I won’t take no for an answer! C’mon, first lesson is free!” he jokes, and you can’t help but crack a shy smile – he was something of a drug to you.

You hesitate, and he takes the opportunity to snatch the book from your grip and slips into the dojo, giving you a mischievous look before the door closes.

“Hey!” you cry out, your heart thudding like mad. He’d come so close to touching you, and you steel yourself to go after… your book, you try to convince yourself. Certainly not the man who had taken it. Right.

Taking a deep breath, you open the door to the dojo and step inside, trying not to be too nervous. The man seems to have vanished, and you crane your neck as you look around for him. He was a very big person, there were only so many places for him to hide.

“Hello?” you call out, trying your best to make your voice loud and clear. “Can I have my book back, please?”

“Not yeeeet!” he bursts out in a singsong voice, emerging out of a room in the back, having changed into his gi. So he had been naked in here while you had been in here… your blush deepens.

“C’mon… oh, I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name!”

“It’s Y/N,” you say, shyly extending a hand to him, telling yourself you just wanted to be polite.

“Y/N,” he repeats, and wow do you love the sound of him saying your name. “I’m Terry, Terry Silver,” he says, shaking your hand, and you try not to smile, feeling overwhelmingly giddy at the fact that he’s touching you. “I’ll be your sensei for the day,” he bows down towards you, winking.

“Unfortunately, sensei,” you say, giggling at your use of the title, “I seem to have forgotten my gi, so if I could just get my book back…”

“I have spare gis in the back; I’m sure one is your size. C’mon, I’ll show you!” He wraps a friendly arm around your shoulders without another word, guiding you through the dojo to a spare room full of karate equipment that you know nothing about, and a collection of gis. He grabs a top about your size, holding it out to you.

“Put this on just for now, on top of your clothes, and I’ll show you how to tie it properly.” You swallow thickly, nodding mutely as you put your arms through the sleeves. He tells you how to tie it, the right side first, then the left, securing the top to you with two knots, and emphasizes tying the belt, called an obi, so that it rests on your hip bones, showing you how to tie it by demonstrating with his own.

You spend most of the demonstration remembering to breathe, and trying not to tremble at his proximity, at the fact that he was helping you dress yourself, and then Terry leaves you alone in the room to change. The instant the door closes, you fall back on top of a stack of training mats, needing a moment to collect yourself.

You were alone in a private place with the man you’d been drooling over for days now. You dreamed about this moment, never thinking that you would actually be in this situation, but here you are, and now you needed to handle yourself like the grown woman you were.

He’s just going to teach me some simple karate moves, that’s all, you repeat to yourself in your head, like a mantra, as you get changed, your body on autopilot. Doing some (completely inaccurate) punches and kicks to make sure that your gi stays in place, you force yourself to walk out the door.

Entering the main training area once more, you take off your shoes and socks, having noticed that that seemed to be the rule from your observations over the past few days. Looking around, you see that Terry has done some brief tidying, moving training dummies into the corner and closing the blinds.

“You closed the blinds?” you ask, frowning at him curiously.

“I got the sense that you were a bit nervous, and thought that maybe it would make you feel less self-conscious. I can open them up again, if you’d prefer,” he offers, but you shake your head, oddly touched that he’d recognized your discomfort and done something to alleviate it.

“No, that’s fine, you were right,” you say, smiling, and he nods.

“Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t want some creep staring in at you!”

You freeze, panicking, thinking that he caught you in the act, but he mistakes your fear for something else, trying to calm you down quickly.

“Hey hey, I was just kidding!” he exclaims, giving you a reassuring smile, and you let out a breathless laugh, smiling thinly. Phew…

“Alright, let’s get started!” he says, clapping his hands together once loudly, and you brace yourself, hoping that this goes well.

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He puts you through the paces for a couple of hours, walking you through several kata and showing you how to correct your movements. You were a bit breathless and sweaty by the end, but you hadn’t actually had to hit anything, and he hadn’t touched you – for which you were both disappointed and extremely grateful – the entire time.

“Not bad, Y/N, not bad at all!” he says, smiling at you in a way that has you feeling funny all over. You smile back at him, feeling somehow more comfortable and more on edge around the man after this short time together. It’s like the more he drew you in with his presence, the harder you had to fight to keep away. “You think you’ll come back for another lesson?”

“Well, I think that would depend on your rates,” you tease, unsure where this part of you came from.

“Ah yes, there is the subject of payment for today…” he says, his voice taking on a different tone and his eyes shining at you with an odd light. You cock your head at him.

“What happened to “the first one’s free,” then?” you quote, confused. Sure, you made decent money at your job; you could pay him, but he had told you that this would be free, and was holding your library book hostage until you agreed to let him teach you!

Terry smiles at you, a dark, predatory grin that makes your heart pound.

“Unfortunately, Y/N, we both know that you used up your free lesson a week ago.”

Your mouth goes dry at the implication.

“W-what?” you stammer, trembling now as he comes to circle around you slowly, intensely, just like you’d seen him do with that boy the first time you’d seen them training.

“Do you think I didn’t see you, watching us through the window? You should be more careful, spying on people like that; people could start to get the wrong idea,” he croons in your ear, and you take in a sharp, stuttering breath.

“You’ve had over a week’s worth of free lessons,” he continues, toying with the end of your ponytail. Your eyes flutter closed. “How should we go about making sure you pay for them?”

There’s no way this was happening.

“I…Terry –”

“That’s Sensei to you,” he purrs, giving your ponytail a tug. You let out a quiet whimper.

“Sensei, I’m sorry, I can go get money and pay you right now, just let me go get change –”

“That’s the dojo’s gi; I guess you owe me for that, too,” he murmurs contemplatively, considering you. “In fact, take it off.”

You feel your heart stop, you feel like swooning.

Terry doesn’t appreciate your failure to obey him immediately.

“Take. It. Off.” he growls, closing the distance between you with every word, “Now.”

“What?!” You’re flabbergasted, you’re horrified, you’re turned on like you’ve never been before. You had to be dreaming right now, right?

He steps into your personal space, and you step back, this dance repeating until he’s got you pressed up against the wall right beside the window you’d first spotted him through, caging you in with his arms.

No, you weren’t dreaming, you think to yourself as you tilt your head up to look at him. You didn’t have nearly this good of an imagination.

“Don’t be coy,” he says, smirking down at you. “You’ve been ogling me for days now. I know you want me, you know you want me, and I want you. What’s stopping you?”

“You want me!?” you squeak, shocked. Did that mean he had been watching you too?

“Very, very much,” he purrs, taking in a deep breath and smelling your hair in a move that makes you shudder.

“But I – I’m not – I haven’t,” you try to get the words out. You weren’t a virgin, having had a couple of awkward, fumbling encounters with a boyfriend in the past years back that had left you unsatisfied and disinterested in sex, until now, until this… surely he would want someone who knew what they were doing!

“Fuck, you’re a virgin?” he asks softly, the expletive making something in your belly clench. He certainly doesn’t seem upset by the notion, you think, as one of his large hands comes down to grip your hip tightly.

“No, but it’s been years and it’s never been good,” you admit, and you think you hear him snort a laugh in response. “I don’t know what to do…”

“Good thing you’re with a great teacher then.”

In an instant, his lips are on yours, kissing you with a passion that has your head spinning, his hands moving to your belt to untie it, while you reach up to clutch his shoulders, desperately trying to keep up. This one kiss already has you more aroused than you’ve ever been with anyone else, and it’s like it has awakened something in you, something primal and erotic and wanting. Moaning into the kiss, you trail your hands down his broad chest to his own belt, trying to take it off.

Naturally, he is successful first, pulling the belt off and tossing it to the side, untying one knot of your top and then the other, leaving the garment hanging open on you and revealing your lacy bra. Yeah, you’d worn it as a sort of dirty secret for yourself, hoping you’d see him today, but you never thought he’d know about it…

He takes in your half-bared torso with a hungry expression, and you swear he licks his lips before reaching down to his own belt, swatting your hands away in a move that has you blushing as he undresses himself, tossing his own top to the ground and leaving his chest bare. Your mouth drops open, and you’re sure your eyes are as wide as saucers as you drink him in with your eyes. Ancient statues weren’t as well-sculpted as this man.

“Are you even real?” you find yourself whispering, and he quirks his lips in a smile, reaching a hand out towards you.

“Come find out for yourself, doll,” he says, tugging you forward the instant you put your hand in his and laying your hand in the middle of his chest.

There’s something so intimate about the contact, and you melt into him, finding yourself kissing his chest, his neck, anywhere you can reach as you run your hands all over his body. He leans down to capture your lips once more, and you’re feeling so hot, so good, that you’re not self-conscious at all when he pushes the gi top off of your shoulders; you’re just grateful.

His hands come around your waist, lifting you up easily, and you wrap your limbs around him tightly, holding on to him desperately. He gives you a growl of approval, pinning you back against the wall just with his hips. He busies himself with taking your hair out of its ponytail, laying hot, open-mouthed kisses up and down your neck as he does so, making you squirm against him.

Finish raking his fingers through your hair, Terry’s hands move down to your chest, teasing you over your bra, his lips staying at your neck all the while. On a wild instinct, to keep yourself from mewling out loud at the sensations he’s making you feel, you bite down on the muscle of his shoulder. He tenses briefly, but then, without missing a beat, returns the gesture, biting you in a way that sends jolts of pleasure to your nipples and clit, making you moan needily.

“You don’t seem like you need much instruction, Y/N,” he teases, whispering in your ear before tracing the outer shell with his tongue. “No, you’re very good at this…”

“Terry, please!” you beg, panting against him. How could you feel so close already when you were both still half-dressed?!

“What’s that, baby?” he asks innocently, lowering you back to the ground. You stay leaning against the wall, not trusting your knees at the moment. “What do you want?” He toys with the waistband of his pants as he says this, fingertips disappearing just beneath the fabric, and you whine with need.

“You, Terry! I want you, please!”

Part of you can hardly believe that you’re doing this, having sex with someone you’d just met, but then, this man wasn’t just any man, was he? He was sex personified in every sense of the word, and he wanted you. Who were you to deny either of you what you wanted?

“What do you want, Y/N?” he coos, his voice mocking in a way that’s hot as hell rather than being condescending. “I wanna hear you say it. Look me in the eye, and say it.”

You do your best to lock your eyes with his, knowing that you’re blushing horribly and must look a mess. “I want you inside me, please!”

He grins wolfishly down at you before tugging you into his arms and carrying you over to a stack of unused training mats, depositing you onto them. Standing beside you, your prone form isn’t quite level with his hips, but you have a clear view of the large bulge in the pants of his gi.

Terry looks down at you, blue eyes glittering as he takes in your flushed appearance, and in one quick motion, tears your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. Despite your lack of clothing, this move has you feeling hot all over, making you squirm on the training mats before him.

“Soon baby,” he promises you in a sultry voice, still with that mocking edge. “We’ve got to work out way up to that,” he says, leaning over you and laving one of your breasts over your bra with his tongue. Desperately, you arch your back, reaching behind you to unhook your bra and tear it off your arms, your fingers immediately moving to his scalp to keep his head where it is.

He laughs around your breast at your antics, and you feel vibrations course throughout your body before he focuses his attention on your nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud and making you cry out his name. He teases you like this for some time, switching back and forth between your breasts, eventually reaching a hand between your legs and teasing your clit with a finger through your drenched panties, until you think he’s going to drive you over the edge. You’re a moaning, panting mess, banging your head on the mats and responding to his every touch, and Terry looks like he’s having the time of his life tormenting you.

“Terry, please, I can’t take it anymore! What do you want? I’ll do anything!” you wail, fully meaning it in this moment. He grins down at you, obviously pleased that you’ve essentially written him a blank cheque for sexual favours. You truly couldn’t care less at this point; you wanted this man, you needed this man, right here and right now, and you’d make a deal with the Devil at this point if it meant he would take you.

“Say you’ll come back here tomorrow!” he requests, and you’d be more taken aback at this if you weren’t currently completely losing your mind with pleasure and desire.

“Yes, I’ll come back tomorrow! I’ll come back whenever you want, just please!” you beg shamelessly, grinding your hips up against his hand, desperate for friction on your clit, for release, for whatever you can get out of this man. He hooks a finger under the fabric of your underwear, brushing against your soaking wet slit for just a moment before tugging them off you, leaving you naked.

Your breath is coming fast now, knowing that he’s finally going to give you what you need, but your breath stops altogether when he takes his cock out of his pants. God, he was big, and God, you need to have him inside you filled every fibre of your being.

He pumps his cock a few times in his fist, and you whimper at the sight, before he moves to stand between your legs, spreading them to either side of his body. He grips your hips in his large hands, seeming to take a moment to savour the sight you make before him, flushed, breathless, desperate for him.

Finally, after what feels like forever, he lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you with the head of his cock. Right before you open your mouth to scream in frustration, he obliges you, thrusting inside you slowly, gradually, not pumping his hips but surging forward until he is fully sheathed within you.

You are breathless, you’re so full, and it feels absolutely incredible, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he bottoms out.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, you’re so tight,” he groans, his grip on your hips likely to leave bruises as he stills within you. You try to buck your hips to make him move within you, but you can’t; he’s too big inside you, and he’s got you pinned down.

“Please Terry, stretch me out. I can take it,” you moan wantonly, trying to convey to him with every part of you how badly you need him to move at this moment. His eyes pin you in place with their intensity for a moment as he surveys you.

“God damn, I love the way you talk dirty,” he growls, finally starting to pull out of you before thrusting fully inside you again, setting up a slow but deep pace that has your toes curling. “Keep going.”

“You feel so good inside me, please don’t stop!” You’re not even thinking, obscene thoughts flowing from your lips as you take his cock again and again, never wanting this to end. “Please Terry, fuck me faster!” you plead with him, and he looks down at you again with that teasing look, maintaining his current pace.

“Now now, be careful what you ask for, doll. Too much too fast will leave you sore,” he explains, but you get the sense he’s more in agreement with your desires than he’s letting on.

“I don’t care, I need it! Fuck, I need you, Terry! Please don’t hold back,” you beg, arching against him desperately. This seems to be what he wanted to hear, and already you feel his pace start to quicken.

“I’ve got you, baby girl. I’ll give you what you need,” he promises, pounding into you hard and fast, your legs pressed against his front, your feet on either side of his head. “You need a good hard fucking, don’t you Y/N?”

“YES!” you scream, feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching, nearly faint from the stimulation. “I need it, I need you, please!”

He reaches down to rub your clit in circles, and that, combined with the way he’s pounding you, has you shrieking as you come hard around his cock. He doesn’t slow his pace, and he doesn’t move his thumb away from your clit, working you through the first orgasm until you an incoherent mess.

“Terry!” you cry out, your voice getting high-pitched as the overstimulation drives you wild.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me,” he orders, his own breath coming fast as he approaches his own release.

“Come for me, please!” you wail, barely able to string two words together. “I want you to finish inside me! Fill me up, Terry, please!” The thought had always repulsed you before, but when it came to Terry you wanted every bit of him you could get.

He grips your thighs, holding you still as he slams into you, coming hard with a growl of your name as he fills you with his cum. You’re both spent, and he only has the energy to pull you off the stack of mats and onto the mats on the floor with him, the pile not being large enough for the both of you. You snuggle into his side, feeling immensely satisfied and absolutely filthy with what you’d just done. His arms tighten around you, and you think you could happily die in this moment. Nothing could possibly be better than this…

Tilting your head to look up at his face, you decide to as a question likely inappropriate for your current position.

“Hey Terry?”

“Yes, doll?”

“Can I have my book back?”

“You’ll get it back tomorrow.”

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You Make My World Freeze | Chapter 3

It's A Deal...

It's been 3 months since that destined meet up at the coffee shop. Texting each other is like second nature, everyday there's a message sent without skipping a beat. What has been taking a beating though is my schedule.

Have I possibly over extended myself to gain more credits to try and graduate early? Yes.

Am I an overachiever? Yes. 

Do I also desperately miss being in Han’s presence and just hearing his voice when we have conversations about anything? Fucking hell yes. 

Our schedules don't seem to agree though. 

Stray Kids just started preparing for their comeback with ‘Rock-Star’, so of course Han has been booked and busy. Or at least I thought….

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|Don’t be late again ~ Kim Seungmin|

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Theme: Seungmin x Y/N, teacher au, smut

Word count: 1,689

Warnings: mention of punishment, sex with the teacher

Summary: Y/N being late again at her classes and her teacher, Seungmin is not pleased about that

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The day was bright and quite warm, which was unusual for the early autumn. You were walking towards your university with a coffee from Starbucks in your right hand and a bunch of notebooks in your left one. You were heading towards your classroom. You were late. And your professor, Kim Seungmin, the most annoying person you’ve ever met, didn’t like that.

You entered the class saying quietly “sorry for being late” and sat down at your desk. You didn’t even look at the clearly annoyed professor who was now standing in front of you.

‘Ehm…’ He cleared his voice. ‘Miss Y/N, what is the rule number one when it comes to our classes?’

‘To not be late?’ You asked rolling your back.

‘Then why are you late, again?’ He asked with sharpness in his voice.

‘Because the line in the café was long?’ You took a sip of coffee and didn't even look at him, which made him even more annoyed with you.

‘Ah, yes. The line in the café.’ He snarled. ‘You will stay after class will end Miss Y/N.’

‘Wha… But why?’ You asked, looking at him surprised. He’d never told you to stay after class.

‘Because I said so.’ He answered and then turned towards the rest of the class. ‘And now, you all can thank your friend here, because all of you will do an additional assignment individually or in pairs. The deadline is due next Friday.’

You looked shocked at him. He wanted to give your class an additional task anyway. You knew that, because it was typical of him. But this time he put all the blame on you. All of your classmates were angry and disappointed with you, and you couldn’t do anything about that.

You sighed heavily. You weren’t the most liked person in your class and with your professor's action, you started to be even less liked than before. You wanted to figure out why he said what he said. Why did he put on this situation?

All of your classmates had ignored you. They paired up and left you all alone. You knew you would end up like that. That made you hate your professor even more than before.

The classes finally ended. You took your belongings and wanted to leave the class when your teacher approached you.

‘Miss Y/N haven’t you forgotten something?‘ He asked with a stern voice.

‘I don’t know, have I?‘ You asked, looking at him clearly annoyed.

‘Sit down, please.’ He said sharply. There was something in his voice that made goosebumps on your body. ‘I said, sit down.’ Now his voice was a little more angry.

‘Y-yes sir…’ You said and stuttered a little. You sat down and looked at him.

‘Good girl.’ He muttered and cleared his voice. ‘I’ll be clear. I hate when you are being late. And I cannot accept that in my class. Do you understand Y/N? There is only one rule and believe me I don’t want to punish you just because you cannot be here on time. And also you, taking back and undermining my authority drives me crazy. So unless you have a good explanation for your behaviour or we will play differently.’

‘I’m sorry sir…’ You said looking at him with wide eyes. ‘I didn’t know that…’

‘Oh stop that nonsense Y/N. You know.’ He interrupted you. ‘We both know that you know what you are doing. You don’t respect me at all.’

‘I… I’m sorry?’ You smiled with a cute expression on your face which made his heart flutter.

‘You are sorry?’ He asked and raised his eyebrow. ‘I don’t think so. Probably I should give you a lesson giving another assignment due tomorrow, hm?’

‘No! Professor please no! I’ll do everything!’ You stood up.

‘I like it when you beg.’ He smiled. ‘You will do anything? Are you sure?’

‘Yes. Anything. Please. I’ve already worked on my own on your assignment you gave us today. Please have mercy.’

‘I do really like when you beg, baby doll.’ He said seductively. You looked at him with wide eyes open. He called you a baby doll. You weren’t deaf.

You swallowed hard and were looking at him surprised. It was the first time in your life when you didn’t know what to say. The first time ever when you couldn’t think about a proper riposte. You were more than confused. Didn’t know what to do.

He was looking at you with an unreadable facial expression. You didn’t know what to do, or what to say. You stared at him with a million questions running through your head.

Was he serious? Did he really call you a baby doll? Little that he knew that it was actually turning you on. You moved your legs slightly feeling your growing wetness in your underpants. Unfortunately he saw your movement.

‘What’s wrong baby doll?’ He put a stronger accent on his last two words. Which only made you go crazier. ‘Do you have a problem, little one?’

‘Wha… Ehm… What? A problem? N-no’. You stuttered again. It was pretty unusual for you because typically you knew what to say or do. But being with HIM, all alone, made you a little uneasy. You didn’t want to admit it in front of yourself, but you in fact liked him more than you could say.

He was just different. He was smart, handsome, not that old and definitely not boring. He was a great teacher though. You secretly liked his lessons. He could catch everyone’s attention easily. Half of the school, including other professors, both male and female, had a crush on him. No doubts on that.

But you. Even if you liked his lessons, since biology was your cup of tea, you didn’t like him. He was an arrogant jerk, who always put some sort of comment towards you. He was the big tease too. And you were sick and tired of his comments. But were you really?

‘What are you thinking about, sweetheart?’ He asked, tilting his head to the side.

‘Why do you hate me professor..’ You said looking at him. He looked a little surprised.

‘Who said that I hate you? I would rather say that it’s quite the opposite…’

‘Because you are always humiliating me in front of the class, and…’ You couldn’t finish your thoughts. Suddenly you were interrupted by his lips, which were on yours. He. Kissed. You. It took you by surprise but after a short while you answered the kiss. He deepened the kiss then pulled away. He licked his lower lip and you followed his tongue with your gaze. He was a great kisser. You just wanted more.

‘Does it answer your question, Y/N?’ He asked.

‘I guess so… You answered quietly. Still confused.

‘Good… Do you want more, baby doll?’ He asked, leaning over you. ‘I can already tell what your answer is… Are you wet?’ He asked again, kneeling in front of you and spreading your legs. ‘Yes, very wet…’ Then he ran his finger over your private area through your panties. You sighed quietly. ‘Take them off, let me see.’ He commanded.

‘B-but what if someone sees us?’ You asked with fear.

‘Nobody will see us, baby doll. I’d closed the door.’ He smiled at you. ‘Take them off.’

You did what he said. You took your underwear off. Now he could see your bare skin and dripping wetness from your pussy. How come one man could make you like this? You didn’t have time to answer that question, because Seungmin’s hands were all over your thighs.

He lifted you and sat you again on the desk. Then he leaned over you kissing your neck passionately. One of his hands slipped between your legs. You felt his finger inside you, slowly teasing you. His other hand was unbuttoning your hand and squeezing your right boob. You whined. It already felt good, and he still hasn't started yet.

‘Be good, baby doll… And don’t be too loud.’ He put another two fingers in your wetness. ‘We don’t want somebody to hear us, don’t we?’

He made you moan loud, with his three fingers inside you and a thumb rubbing your clit. You started to squirm under him. You felt like your orgasm was close. And when you had thought that you would finally feel all the pleasure flooding your whole body he pulled his fingers out of you and took his hands.

‘W-Why?’ You whined looking at him. ‘I was close…’

‘I know, baby doll, I know.’ He smiled at you. ‘But I really want to feel you right now and cannot wait any longer.’ He started to unbutton his pants. ‘But, do I have your full consent?’

‘Yes! Of course yes! Please!.’ You were so eager for him. But that was all he needed. In one, quick push he was all inside you.

‘Fuck!’ He whined. ‘You are tight sweetheart. Even if I stretched you! Fuck, Y/N you feel so good.’ He started to move inside you fastly. You felt like you were in seventh heaven. He was definitely an experienced man.

You hugged him tightly, digging your long nails into his arms. You probably ruined his sleeves but you didn’t care. He felt too good to even be bothered by this. You whined and moaned as much as him. The two of you were connected in that dance of passion.

‘Oh! Fuck!’ You moaned. ‘I’m… I’m close!’

‘Don’t hesitate sweetheart.’ He whined. ‘Fuck! Cum for me!’

‘Min! I… Ah!’ You couldn’t say a word. Your orgasm hit you hard, but you felt too good to complain. You came, and he was with you. Your breathing was heavy. He looked at you and smiled.

‘That was something.’ He said after a while, breaking the silence.

‘Yeah… It was.’ You said with a slight rasp in his voice. ‘So… About the assignment…’

‘Don’t ruin the moment sweetheart, please.’ He laughed quietly. ‘You still have to do your assignment… But I am more than sure that you will like the reward after.’

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have an inspection for my apartment tomorrow morning, my last day at my small ass uni apartment is today and i'll be doing my last bit of cleaning!!

i literally have nothing else in here other than my new laptop that i only do editing with so i spent last night and my morning just now writing lol

i've partially finished my dbd chapter (4k+ words atm) but it introduces another killer that the reader will be paired up with and the next segment is the michael myers' trial!! so my question is--- would you rather to have me post it now or after i've also written michael's trial? (might take a week or two to write and post michael's trial, if i post it now you'll have another chapter within the next month)

was gonna make a poll but i like to interact personally so let me know in the comments heh <3

i'll make it easy so you can copy paste your answers like this:

i waited 3+ years for michael i CANNOT wait any longer

i waited 3+ years for michael i can wait longer

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exclusive director's commentary since we're not getting an update tomorrow (sniffle.... the hiatus is real and it's hurting me)

this is from the current draft of a convo in ch12:

but it was slightly different in the earlier versions. the way i write mq, he only curses at his most emotional moments when he feels the least in control, so what he said before was, "what part of letting you fuck me was not clear?" which i think highlights the gap between his desires and how he presents it outwardly. it's vulgar because on some level he thinks it's dirty, yes (yay issues), but it's also kind of an overcompensation; if he makes it sound rude, if he says it forcefully, then he might be able to hide the real weight of it in his heart. if he hardens the words it might hide his vulnerability

but then i decided i liked the strategy of "so repressed he can't even say it in his thoughts" better in this case so the logic of it is left to subtext (well, also Word of God posting but mais oui)

critically, in both cases he's putting agency/action in feng xin's hands and disavows himself from it. there's a tension between the outward submission ("letting" someone take your reins, basically) and inward protection (of his purity/innocence) (yay celibacy). kinda like, "YOU are the one doing this, i'm not the one who's weak-willed! i'm blameless and also generous!" there's more i can say as to this kind of thinking in general being the root of.... certain erotic literary tropes..... but i don't wanna make too long-winded a post on this

lastly i want to point out, since it might have been too early in the game but remember in ch4, that bit with the cherries? fu yao feeds nan feng the cherry, nan feng spits the seed, and it makes a stain on fu yao's collar which he immediately cleans up? remember what i said cherries symbolized? mhm, think about that and connect it to the larger picture here

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COMIC FURY | TUMBLR BLOG

content warning: it is pretty plot important, and I have the warning on the content warning page, but there is explicit child abuse (mental, physical) in this update.

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I don’t know if anyone’s done it but I need to see an edit of Gojo with Getou, or Nanami, or someone, with the audio “boy you’re eyes are like sapphire”, from the Aristocats. I just need it now that I’ve thought of it.