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nishiyako · 11 months

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Sweets (NSFW)

Paring : Nishinoya x SweetsAddicted!Reader

Tags : Cowgirl, sharing food, slight voyeurism, vaginal penetration, creampie, slight Femdom, one-sided pinning, emotionaly-charged sex

Summary : You always had a thing for sugar. During a study session, you were keeping your mouth busy. Little did you know your little habit burned itself in Noyas mind, later that night, he couldn't stop thinking, longing for you. Thankfully, his agony doesn't last for long thanks to a suprise visitor.

You loved sweets, since the start of your friendship Noya always knew about your little sugar obsession, everytime you'd go for snack runs you'd by candies, after a meal you'd two would always share desserts. You never had a favorite asfar as he knew. You liked anything sweet.

He always saw you chewing on something, or if you'd be busy, you'd have a lolipop or hard candy to keep your mouth busy. Yet no matter how much you ate you'd always look so perfect in your uniform, you had no idea how many times Noya just wanted to rip your blouse open when saw you, or if you'd wear your PE uniform, his eyes traced your curves as the fabrics clinged to your body, you were fucking eye-candy.

He's obvious when it comes to his feelings. He knows he likes you, but he's never properly confessed his feelings to you. You could admit that there was always something between the both of you, but you didn't want to act on it in case you assumed wrong. God, you were dumb.

During break, you and Noya agreed to meet in the library to research for some paper where you were partners. He entered the library scanning the room for you, he saw you in the corner of his eye struggling with some books, he rushed over as he took the books out of your hands "Don't worry I got it" he said grunting as he picked up the huge stack of books, they were tall enough to cover your line of sight when you held them, who knew what would've happened if he wasn't there.

He was only a bit taller than you, yet you were older than him by months. You acted as some kind of mentor as your grades were better than his. You guided him to a table as he set down all the books with a thud, both of your eyes fainaly met as he was start-struck by how cute you looked today, just like how you were every day.

"Sugar? this early?" He asked as he saw the lolipop stick in your mouth, "mhm" you hummed in a chipper tone, you pulled out the candy from your mouth to explain to Noya what he had to do since he'd be lost without you, all you both had to do was read some books and get as much information as you could on the subject, once you had your noteds you could start working on the summary of the paper.

You sat across him as you opened your first book, and he did the same. What a shame. He hoped he could've talked to you the whole time, hearing your sweet voice was his favorite part of lunch. You played with the stick of the lolipop as you suckled on it. This instantly got his attention.

He was supposed to be reading, but he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Your mouth parted as he saw how your tongue played without the candy. He then felt something, something in his pants. Was he getting hard from this?

He watched the bulge in your cheek as his mind misinterpreted it on purpose, using his imagination as he imagined it was his cock in your mouth. He watched how the lolipops' syrup gave your plum lips a shine, how your tounge licked it while it was inside your mouth, how you tucked your hair behind your ear so he could sew your cute face.

He was rock-hard at this point. Just seeing you suck on a lolipop made him think things. "Hey, are you okay?" You asked mouth still full, He palmed himself under the table to cover it up. He felt like such a pervert. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit cold or something, " he stammered, looking for a reason."If you want, I came to move closer to you, " he panicked."No! Actually, it's pretty hot in here, " he said, then taking off his jacket. What was it? Hot or cold? You laughed it off as you continued with your research.

Break finished, and so did the day, Noya walked you home like every other night. He was ranting as he walked by you closely, shoulders slightly touching. As you turned the corner, he finished up his story. You arrived at your door as he was a couple of steps behind,

"Hm, Noya?"

He was still thinking about the research that he wasn't able to do as he spent most of his time doodling and staring at you without you knowing.

"Noya?"

Maybe he'd do some research when he gets home, there's defenetly more stuff on the subject in the internet right?

"Noya!" You shouted.

This snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked at you as you opened the door "I'll see you?" You asked "Uh yea, see yea!" He said as he gave you a smile as you closed the door.

He walked home and went straight to his room, his sisters asked if he wanted dinner but he didn't want any, they were surprised as Noya always ate so much after a long day, regardless if he had practice or not.

He closed his door as he took out his notebooks and some pens. He had a strong start as he filled a page full of new information in an hour, it's still not enough compared to your 3 full pages, and that's only from the school's source books. He put his pen down as he threw his head back, leaning on his chair. Even in his academics, he still was thinking about you, how hard working you were, how smart you were, and God how cute you'd be. His cheeks turned red just thinking about you. He wondered if he had this effect on you, too.

Would you like it if he suddenly just kissed you? Or maybe undressed you and had you right then, wherever you two might be. He twitched in his pants as he let out an annoyed sigh. he was doing this to himself. You're out of his leauge, he was lucky enough to have you as a friend.

He knew that, but he wished that you two could be more. He wished he could spoil you, show you off, buy you every piece of candy there ever was. He laughed, yea he'd like that.

His hands ventured down his uniform pants he was still wearing, he stroked himself under his clothes, normaly he'd spend some time looking for a good video but just the thought of you did it for him. imagining it was your hand instead of his really got him going. his breath got heavy as he started to whimper your name. Maybe if he closed his eyes, it would feel better.

God, it did. The image of you stroking him, you in between his legs, your soft hands around his twitching cock, he kept whimpering as your name was peppered into his lewd noises.

He heard your familiar giggle come from his now opened door. he looked and he saw you, you were wearing some loose t-shirt and a skirt as you were holding a game console, "Fuck! When did you get here?" He said panicked as he took his hands out of his pants, "your sisters let me in, I told you I'd come over." Your speech was muttered by the new lolipop in your mouth, so that's what you ment when you asked 'I'll see you', "right.." muttered as his cheeks turned red.

You put down the console as you locked the door behind you, he tried to explain that he wasn't what it looks like, you took the lolipop out of your mouth as you kissed him, he melted into the kiss as he still tasted the sugar in your lips.

You pulled away to see his stunned expression, "What are you-" You shoved your lolipop in his mouth before he could even finnish his question. You pulled down his pants as his cock sprang up alredy stimulated, you felt him in your hand twitching and hard, you know that's gonna feel good.

You straddled him in his chair. he was panicking. Was this really happening? If it is he prays that you wouldn't stop, you wouldn't tease him like this, would you? No, you always thought before you acted, so you planned this out. yeah, you defenetly planned this out.

You pulled your panties to the side as you lifted your skirt up, you grinded against him causing even more pleasurable friction in between you two, his moans were muffled as he sucked on the treat you gave him.

You took the lead as you slowly sinked onto him. You were tight and warm, better than his hand could ever be. His hands griped on your hips, making you move faster and deeper on him. He couldn't take the suspense. He's wanted you for so long.

His whines grew louder as you started to bounce up and down, your hands explored under his white t-shirt, feeling his lean body. god, he was beautiful.

"Noya, you feel so good," you whined in his ear as you kept bouncing. You felt him twitch inside you from your words. He was so helpless when it came to you. He was always confident in himself, but he just wanted to be smothered and spoiled by you right now.

He was so unbelievably sensitive he didn't know low long he could last, he kneaded the flesh of you hips, feeling your curves as you rode him senseless, his brain was going blank at the pleasure and the sight of you riding his cock.

You sounded so good, he sounded so good, you two couldn't last, even if your first times with each other was short, you both felt so unbelievably good.

"Noya, I'm gonna -" he cut you off, already knowing what you were gonna say. "Me too," he said as his voice cracked, still muffled by your candy in his mouth. he clinged onto you desperately, holding your around your waist as you pleasure him like the bitch in heat you were.

God you were good, so fucking good he might just...

He came inside you, filling you up as you still kept moving. Your legs were shaking as fluids started to drip down your thighs. He let out a chain of whispered curses as you collapsed on top of him.

You hugged him as he hugged you, your body heat radiating off of you as you slipped him out.

"you wanna stay over..?" He asked awkwardly hoping for a yes, you considered your options as it was a weekend night.

"Yea, sure, my parents aren't home anyways"

"It's like they're never home" he said slightly laughing

"I guess that means more time for you."

#haikyuu smut #nishinoya smut #yuu nishinoya #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya x you #nishinoya x reader

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puhpandas · 9 months

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Cassie and Gregory's first meeting, and how it might've gone in your eyes! OwO I'm curious~

Happy Birthday Cassie

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Technically, it's not the first time they've met.

They had been face to face a few times, but only with fleeting glances and little words. Standing next to eachother while they wait for the bathroom here, met eachother in the nurses office there, sitting next to eachother in class always.

But even then, Cassie had never really given Gregory a second thought. Sure, the kids in class talk about him, or more like how hes almost never present. One thing, and one of the only things Cassie knew about Gregory is that he only came to class half the time.

Another thing she knows is that when he does come to class, hes always dirty and ruffled, like he was in a fight or crawled through something dirty and small, and hair a mess, like he doesnt spare it any thought. Cassie herself could never imagine letting her hair get that tangled and messy.

Not only that, but despite Gregory's attendance, of lack thereof, he somehow has incredible grades. Cassie only shares her Math class with Gregory, but shes ever only seen A's from him.

Cassie would be lying if she said she'd never been curious. The other kids would always whisper and gossip about him, and nobody could ignore someone that notorious.

Not to mention how mysterious he is.

But Gregory, like a lot of things, had been shoved to the back of her mind when her birthday party at the Pizzaplex was only days away.

Cassie beams when shes the first one in their class, hands drumming on her desk and legs wiggling as she eyes all of the sparkly pink envelopes she put on everyones desks.

This party is going to be legendary! She thinks, unable to stop the bolt of excitement that shoots through her when kids start spilling into the classroom. Its gonna be awesome when everyone shows up. We'll play Fazerblast, go through the maze in Mazercise, maybe I can even meet Roxy!

She shoves the thoughts of her party that have been making her loose sleep from excitement the past week or so into the back of her mind, trying to keep her face neutral when kids start sitting down at their desks and noticing her party invite on their tables.

Just when she thinks the last kid had filed through, curiously, surprisingly, Gregory is one of the people attending class today.

He looks just like he always does; same blue shirt he always seems to have on with wild, tangled brown hair. His knees are smudged with dirt, but with tracks in them as if he attempted to wipe them down with a wet napkin.

Cassie suddenly feels self conscious of her decision to leave an invite on Gregory's table, just in case, when he comes to a stop in front of his desk and takes notice of it, right next to her.

She averts her eyes, and takes to watching the other kids. She sees some people eye her invite, and only give it a few twirls when they pick it up before shoving in their backpacks. Some people open up the envelope and read the contents, and some people ignore it all together.

But one cluster of reactions really gets her attention.

The area of the classroom that house the more popular girls, coincidentally all seated right by eachother, all eye the invite in almost incredulous curiosity, before each of them lean over to their queen bee when she rips it open and the contents Cassie had hand-written are out for the world to see.

Cassie feels her cheeks burn when the girls all whisper in hushed conversation, mean grins on their faces as they giggle not-so inconspicuously, looking over their shoulders directly at her.

She feels shame coat her stomach, any trace of excitement for her birthday replaced with humiliation and embarrassment mixing together like an ugly poison.

She hides her face in her sweater, avoiding eye contact, and tries to ignore the hushed giggles that she knows are making fun of her.

Of course. What was she thinking, inviting them like that? They're notorious for being mean, especially to unpopular people like Cassie, but she guesses she just wanted them to feel included, like how Cassie wishes she did.

She dares to peek open an eye when the sound of an envelope rustling catches her attention nearby, and she glances over to her right.

Gregory is sitting down at his desk, carefully peeling the sparkly envelope open, all while giving the girls at the front a death stare.

Cassie dares to watch as inconspicuously as possible, watching in curiosity to see how Gregory, the most mysterious boy in class, who always felt just one step above them, busied and dirtied from events nobody knows about, will react.

He doesn't seem to notice her just yet, just continuing to try to explode the girls with his mind, until he looks down at the card, putting the still intact envelope to the side.

Some kind of embarrassment shoots through her stomach when she watches Gregory's eyes trail over each word, and she only has half the mind to look away when he reaches the end.

She was just in time, because from the corner of her eye, she can see him looking at her.

She doesn't dare look over at him. Lest she make eye contact, but she does acknowledge how he gently folds the card back up, slips it inside the envelope, and puts it in the smaller, more isolated pocket in his backpack.

🐺

This has been the worst birthday ever.

That's the only thing Cassie can think as she hides in as she sits at a table in one of the party rooms, mascara running down her cheeks as fat tears roll out of her eyes.

An empty party room.

Nobody had shown up to her birthday.

She had put the instructions on the card, already knowing exactly which party room she'd be using. She put the room number and even directions on how to find it inside. She thought of everything.

Which meant nobody's here not becuase they got lost, but because they had deliberately not come. Even her Dad had ruffled her hair and told her to have fun, before leaving her to wait for her guests to go off to work at some other part of the Pizzaplex.

Cassie is completely, utterly, gut wrenchingly alone on her birthday.

The thought sends her into another round of tears, and she can feel how her face is scrunched up, despair wrinkling her chin, and all she can do about it is wipe away the tears with the sleeve of her sweater.

Today was supposed to be perfect. She was supposed to have fun with her friends. She was supposed to cut the carrot cake her Dad had ordered for her and share slices with them. She was supposed to race against them at Roxy Racers, and maybe even meet Roxy herself.

As she sits in the empty, gloomy room, sad and alone, she thinks its safe to say today is not perfect.

After another round of tears, shes suprised to hear the sound shes been waiting for all day.

The door to her party room slides open, clunking against the wall, and Cassie can only catch the shadow on the table before she finally looks over, half-hazardously wiping away the bullets of tears still staining her cheeks.

The air is stolen out of her lungs when the last person she had expected to come to her party stands in the doorway.

Gregory takes a step into the room, the same Gregory from math class that nobody has ever seemed to see at school two days in a row, that Cassie had always felt so curious about. The door slides shut and once again throws the room into complete silence, save for some cheery music to the theme of 'Fazbear Birthday' playing quietly on the speakers.

Gregory takes a look around, looking at the floating balloons and empty chairs and the sole, untouched carrot cake sitting in the middle of the table, empty places littering the table in front of each seat.

Cassie feels self consciousness redden her cheeks, when he finally looks at her, and Cassie tenses, scrambling to find something to wipe away all remnants of her previous breakdown so Gregory doesnt see how much of a weirdo she is and walk right back out that door.

"Um- I-- Gregory!" She finally stutters out, resorting to using the tablecloth as a tissue as she wipes at her eyes, and Cassie has no idea if its helping at all or making her definitely smudged makeup worse. "Haha, hi! Um, I'm sorry, I didnt expect you--"

"To show up?" Gregory finishes, and Cassie startles when she sees him smile for the very first time ever. "You invited me, why would I not come?"

Cassie finds that shes unable to answer, and she just pauses, unsubtlety glancing towards the rows of empty chairs as a crestfallen look undoubtedly appears on her face.

She tries to shake it off, not wanting to look like shes fishing for pity or sympathy in front of Gregory, but she cant help it when the complete lack of people in the room besides herself and the one, only person who came to her party overwhelms her again.

She can see Gregory startle when she promptly bursts into tears again, and she abandons trying to clean up her ruined makeup, just hiding her face in her hands as she let's out almost cartoonish weeps.

She feels shame build in her stomach when the tears don't stop, nor does the burning, aching feeling in her chest, and she feels Gregorys presence shift from the middle of the room to the plastic chair at her side.

"Im-Im sorry." She says in between sobs. "Y-You shouldn't have to deal with me. I'm a m-mess."

She feels Gregory lay a hand on her shoulder, and only then does she finally lower her hands ever so slightly, peeking through her fingers.

Gregory is just looking at her in a way shes never seen before. He looks sympathetic, but in the most <i>non</i> judgey way possible. Hes offering her a soft, comforting smile, and it stretches wider when she finally makes eye contact with him.

"Its okay to be a mess. I mean, nobody came to your birthday party." Gregory tells her, and she feels embarrassed in the same way she did before, but also almost... relieved? Appreciative? That Gregory didnt beat around the bush and just said straight up what happened.

It feels less like somebody is trying to calm her down because it's what they're supposed to do and more like she has somebody else in it with her.

"If you didnt cry about it, I'd be confused for sure. I saw all of those invites on the other kids' desks." He says, and turns around to fish something out of his backpack. "'M not surprised those girls didn't come. They seem like pretty big assholes."

A startled laugh bursts out of Cassies chest, and the shame dissipates just a little bit. "Y-Yeah. They've always sucked. Always rude to me, too."

"I sure wouldn't doubt it. I've never been around to see it, though." He says, and then finally finds whatever he was looking for in his bag.

She tries not to get even more emotional when she sees the stark sight of pink sparkle against Gregory's dirty, Glamrock Freddy themed backpack, tucked neatly inside the pocket when he turns back around.

When she finally looks towards him, he's handing her a cloth with that same look on his face, that makes Cassie feel almost immediately at ease.

"I wish I could give you a cleaner one..." He says, almost sheepish, but Cassie is still caught up in the thoughtfulness to notice. "But hey, better than nothing!"

The cloth is a bit dirty; its white and has a smudge of pale yellow that looks like an old stain, but Cassie still takes the cloth gingerly, using it to wipe away some of the mascara tracks on her face and smudged purple.

"Thanks." She says, and when she tries to hand it back to Gregory, he just pushes her hand back to her chest.

"Keep it." He insists. "Not the best gift, but... I hope itll help you feel just a bit less gross on your birthday if you end up crying again."

Cassie definitely does not tear up again at the almost jarring understanding and non-ridicule. Gregory points out that she might cry again, and that's it okay. It's a sad day.

So she just uses the gift (because that's what it is; a gift) to wipe at her eyes, stopping any more makeup that caked up her face before from running again.

"Thank you" She says genuinely, and Gregory grins at her when a smile breaks out on her own face.

"No problem." He says. "Now, instead of moping around, how about we eat some of that cake and then go race in some go-karts?" Gregory throws out, pointing a finger at her Roxy colored stars clipped to her sweater.

She sniffs, rubbing away the rest of the upset that plagued her when she had been all alone (because she isnt anymore).

Cassie smiles, and she can still taste the salt on her lips, but she grabs her own plate and Gregory's, and goes to cut the cake.

"Wait!" Gregory stops her. "Arent you gonna make a wish?"

He gestures to the unlit candles, molded as the number twelve, and she pauses.

"They arent lit, though..." She points out.

"Leave it to me." is all Gregory says, and he pulls out a lighter from one of his pockets without a single elaboration as to why he even has one on him. He lights the candles, and pockets the lighter, grinning at her when he pulls back and then taking a deep breath.

"Happy Fazbear birthday, pizza games and cakes!" He starts singing, and Cassie cant help but burst into laughter when he exaggerates his voice in the same was Freddy does in the song.

Cassie almost cant blow out the candles because she keeps smiling, and it interrupts her every time she tries to blow, but eventually, the lights from the candles fizzle out, and Gregory's clapping along with his cheering echoes through the room, and Cassie cant help but feel her cheeks redden.

"Happy birthday, Cassie." Gregory grins, and Cassie, for once today, is happy.

Gregory wastes no time grabbing a frankly huge slice of carrot cake and stuffing his face, but Cassie lingers for just a moment longer, pausing.

I wish, She begins, ignoring how sappy her wish is about to be. that Gregory and I stay friends after today.

When Cassie grabs her own slice, an edge piece with a lot of frosting on it, Gregory starts jabbering to her with jokes and clever quips, and Cassie feels tears prick her eyes. This time not from the entirely silent room clouding her with sorrow, but from Gregory's boisterous laughter that sends her own stomach cramping from joining in.

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#got this prompt from using a random number gen on prompts ive recieved! hope you like it #ignore how i characterize cassie similar to evan shes just emotional but isnt insecure about it and hating herself like evan is #pandas writes #oneshot #ficlet #gregory and cassie #gregory #cassie #fnaf gregory #fnaf cassie #fnaf ruin #fnaf fic #prompts

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ below you will find sub genres under this category, as well as some useful pairings for this trope. for educational writing purposes — contains dark content <3

note: several of these can also be used in other tropes as well, just depends on how you write it and interpret it. Also, this is strictly woman x multiple men because reverse harem is just that. Harem is man x multiple women, ergo reverse harem

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A being hunted by a group of people — the circumstance can be interpreted in many different ways (can be a game between them as to who gets her first)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A being passed around a friend group

₊˚⊹.* ♡ multiple yandere loving person A

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A lost somewhere and taken to the home of person B, where multiple suitors await to take care of her

₊˚⊹.* ♡ demon brothers and their love (person A) — obey me! anyone ???

₊˚⊹.* ♡ kings and their favorite princess

₊˚⊹.* ♡ multiple boys at school wanting person A (like in anime’s where every boy has a vastly different personality / social status)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ enemy vampire clans wanting person A

₊˚⊹.* ♡ werewolves sharing person A in the pack

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A’s professors find other ways to help her grades

₊˚⊹.* ♡ men of different species wanting person A (dark fantasy au) — like elf king wants person A, rogue werewolf wants person A, vampire lord wants person A, etc.

₊˚⊹.* ♡ stuck in a house with your captors (kidnapped au)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ biker gang x waitress who serves them

₊˚⊹.* ♡ angels x demons fighting for person A

₊˚⊹.* ♡ kings x maid

₊˚⊹.* ♡ rivaling princes of different nations x princess of one — they come together in their want for her (can be kings too ig)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ criminal x cop partner x best friend wanting cop!person A

₊˚⊹.* ♡ its mating season for monsters and they all want person A

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is the only human in the monster clan

₊˚⊹.* ♡ queen x servants (where person A is the one in control / the dominant one)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A and her group of boys she grew up with

₊˚⊹.* ♡ sorceress x her creations

₊˚⊹.* ♡ servant x princes ( can be demon brothers, any kind of royalty, where person A is hired to be their servant)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ multiple psychos playing a game with person A to see who can get them first

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is a criminal being hunted by multiple bounty hunters / cops

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is stalked by a group of men then later taken by them

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is the new farm hand or new to a farm x cowboys

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is the creation of person B, but she gets passed around to his partners with his permission — maybe her needs need to be met by more than just one person (person B is the main partner, but lets others use person A)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ bouncing off that idea, person B is the main partner of person A but person B’s partners / brothers / friends also want person A so he allows it

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A and all her step brothers

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x her step brother and his best friends

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x her step dad and his best friends

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x her bosses

₊˚⊹.* ♡ succubus x demon men who love offering their services (can be human but humans die so do what you will)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x incubus men who always come to her

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x vampire coven

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A on house arrest x her security guards ( a lot of ways this can be twisted — different species, different circumstances, etc. )

₊˚⊹.* ♡ princess x her bodyguards

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is a scientist studying alien life forms — they take turns using her so she can “study better”

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is traded to a dark king in return for her kingdoms safety (whatever reason you want), only to be shared between him and his royal court (including brothers & best friends)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A is a highly fertile woman in a dystopian world, shared amongst lords in hopes to reproduce

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x the men sent to kill her

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A passed around between the Zodiac (as in the twelve Zodiac signs — dark fantasy)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ omegaverse — person A is passed around between the Alpha and his betas

₊˚⊹.* ♡ omegaverse — person A is passed around multiple Alphas

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x powerful gods who want her for themselves

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x dragon princes

₊˚⊹.* ♡ princess who gets kidnapped by pirates (doesn’t have to be a princess obvi but regardless she getting passed around the ship)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ villain x the men sent to watch her and keep her in check — bonus if at least one of the men is strongly on the hero’s side but can’t deny his attraction to her

₊˚⊹.* ♡ alice in wonderland au — person A is new to the world and taken under the care of person B. person B takes them home and is introduced to all the men there. some are also just introduced at some point and want person A (like white queen and red queen are really sexy menz, werewolf boy, twin boys, yk yk. Im trying not to make this too long but I already did)

₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A x the lost boys — person A is lost and/or new to the world and is found by the lost boys (lowkey dark fantasy peter pan au)

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imekitty · 29 days

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I'm kind of the odd one out in the Danny Phantom fandom because I don't hate canon, and in fact, I very much try to be a canon-compliant writer as much as possible. However, there are a few canon things that I ignore in my fics, so I figured I'd share what they are! :)

The Christmas Truce

In my headcanon, ghosts cannot go against their ghostly obsessions for any reason, even if it's Christmas. Therefore, the Christmas truce from The Fright Before Christmas does not exist in any of my fics.

Valerie's Ninth-Degree Black Belt

Danny says that Valerie has a ninth-degree black belt in Flirting With Disaster. Though he does not say which martial art she has the belt in, it apparently takes an average of thirty to forty years to get a ninth-degree black belt in anything. I let it slide for Maddie because she's old enough that maaaaaaybe it's possible, but while Valerie probably does have a black belt, I doubt she was able to get a ninth-degree black belt at her age. I headcanon Danny just said it was a ninth-degree black belt because he got confused with what his mom has.

Danny Struggling in PE

I very much enjoy Micro Management but I don't get how they expect us to believe that Danny is this out of shape when he's been fighting ghosts at least several times a week for months at this point. So in my fics, he excels in PE and any poor grades are due to tardies or absences, not because he can't meet the fitness requirements.

Paulina’s Mom

We see Paulina's mom just once in Pirate Radio, but I prefer to say that's a woman her dad is currently dating but not her mother, especially since we do not see this woman at Paulina's quinceañera in Memory Blank. This woman also looks nothing like Paulina and I like to headcanon that Paulina and her mother look similar.

If I think of more, I'll add them! But I really do always try my best to flesh out and expand on canon in my fics rather than just ignoring what I don't like. I enjoy the challenge!

#danny phantom #headcanons #I didn't include anything from season three because I just hate that whole season lol #although I do still try to keep compliant with canon even in the third season as much as possible #Phantom Planet is also too obvious #I don't think I need to mention that #right?

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shakirawastaken · 1 year

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dsmp if... they were teachers!

they are all high school teachers

dream: stats - gives his class random stats facts about each exam they take - “the median was 25.8% and the mean was 50% and the mode was 72% andt he t-test showed the results were statistically significant” - wears a green button up formal shirt . every day. with different shades of green - tries to tame his hair every morning but we’ve all seen that shit. its a mess its so fluffy - you try to fix it in the morning but by the time he gets to school its fucked - “whats the probability mr wastaken’s hair is gonna be tamed today? i bet 5 dollars on 13.2%” “...i hear you guys you know” - is always 20 minutes early - never more than that tho - speedruns grading tests - if a kid is slacking in class, he makes sure that reflects on his grade - he has this big project each year where he asks all the kids to make a project that relates stats to their real life - his favorite thing ever - he’ll come home and be like “dear, tubbo had this amazing idea, the kids are so innovative” - tearing up cause his students - best friends with sapnap - u make him a lunch every day and he just trades it with sapnap - everyone thinks hes in an affair with george but he tells them everytime that he has a lovely s/o at home - one of the teachers everyone has a crush on - is always standing at his desk like in front of it and leaning back - does not use the whiteboard he just has slideshows - the room is sparsely decorated - its mainly old projects that people did - has a wall with all the cards and stuff kids gave him, its behind his desk

sapnap: pe/ basketball + football coach - bro - he’s the type of coach/teacher that when he has one of his atheletes in his class he’s RUTHLESS - “pick it up tommy!! is this how you’re gonna be in the game on friday!!! i hope not!!” - jokingly ofc - if ur not one of his athletes he’s nice dw - still makes everyone call him coach tho - how on earth do u spell athletes i think that’s right - will let you sit out if he can tell ur hurting - knows when a kid is faking it - BUT if you use the “im on my period” trick he doesn’t even question it - “coach im on my period” “okay ur good sit out for today” - likes giving romance advice for some reason - “coach :((( jared blh blah [insert problem]” “omg okay here’s what u do” - pretends he’s in a relationship with karl (u know about it ofc) - so when u show up to one of his games and kiss him all the players are like - “YOURE NOT DATING MR JACOBS” and he just laughs and kisses you again - wears shorts or sweats with a tshirt no matter what - “im a pe teacher fuck professional” - makes fun of dream for like no reason - his favorite unit is the flag football unit and his least favorite is the line dance one - but uses it as an opportunity to play country music and visit his roots amen - just imagine sapnap teaching u line dancing HAAHAH okay im done here

george: comp sci - doesnt give a shit about lesson planning - shows up, glances at the syllabus and just jumps into it - it ends up working in the end - believes in a work to learn method - he doesnt teach, he assigns projects and helps the kids out - so if the kid is like comp sci EXPERT they can just pop off and george doesnt have to worry - but if the kid struggles a bit heres there to help :] - the whole room is blue cause thats all he can see - he looks so uncomfortable when he wears like long sleeve button ups so you unbutton the first one every morning before he leaves - refuses to wear casual clothing to school ever - unless its pajama day ayeeee - once he was teaching the whole class how to download something or some shit and forgot to stop sharing his screen - so he went to text you he was like “doing good love? see you later :]” - and everyone was like - “MR NOTFOUND??” and he was like “wot.” “YOURE NOT DATING MR WASTAKEN??” “no ofc not mr wastaken is ugly” - cue the sounds of breaking glass from mr wastaken’s room - he has a tv on display outside his classroom where he showcases his student’s work - for his final he just gives them a theme and says “go off” - they could make a video, a game, a simulator - whatever they want - 1) its less work for george 2) its more entertaining - once made them all code valentine’s day gifts for you - you teared up ngl - seems like he doesnt care but wants all his kids to succeed - is REALLY good at being patient and helping a kid out but loses all that patience when it comes to other teachers (sapnap, quackity)

karl: chem - absolutely loves the science goggles look. has them on his head always - also lab coats with sweater vest period ahh period uhh - only doesnt give a second shit about any other science but chemistry - loves lab days like on GOD - the man lives for the one lab where u put sticks w diff elements in the fire and watch the fire change color - guys i swear im a stem major - sapnap comes to watch that lab everytime. every period. even if he has a class - knows sapnap pretends to date him and reciprocates it all through the year - but theres that one kid who remembers his “get to know me” slideshow at the beginning of the year where he had a picture of you two - “mr jacobs..i dont believe ur dating coach sapanp” “whaaaat, pshhh, u lying” - makes so many chemistry jokes with you - “hey baby i think we got chemistry” *giggles manically* “why did you say that” “its literally my job” - cue a thumbs up from u and an eye roll from him - genuinely loves being a teacher tho - the interaction he gets with students >>> - he loves the feeling when a student comes up to him after class or even after theyre finished with his classes and go “hey what you taught me really helped” - loves it when a student keeps in contact with him, making him tear up and shi

quackity: spanish - this one was quite..obvious - chaotic teaching style, it doesnt work for everyone - but ITS FUN - lives on teaching through games - kahoots, quiz, scavenger hunt, anything to get out of a slideshow he’ll do - and he figures it out - his quizzes and tests are generally harder than what the games cover but hes a fair grader like he gets that he made it harder - LMFAO HAS A UNIT WHERE HE TEACHES FLIRTS AND SHIT IN SPANISH - brings u in to teach - LMFAOOO “hola amor” “hi?” “what does that mean class” “hi love” “wtf” - laughs maniacally - also this scenario - “hey mr q can i get extra credit for this” “for what” “ *student swears agressively in spanish*” “....yeah ill give u some points dont tell principal phil” - jokingly pines over both coach sapnap and mr jacobs - “guys coach sapnap *heart eyes* and mr jacobs *heart eyes*” “please just teach us spanish” - but everyone knows its a joke and ur it for him - he LOVES the food unit - he borrows the kitchens from the home ec room to teach people how to make traditional spanish foods - but GODDAMN he cant cook - so it ends badly - also he has a thing on his wall for the fifa world cup where its like an elimination thing - face painted his face the mexican flag when the game happened - was this close to cancelling class when mexico was out

wilbur: theater - i wish he was MY theater teacher in high school - one of the only non-toxic teachers - wears a long ass coat i forgot the name - TRENCHCOAT. for dramatics. its giving severus snape - always wants to put on musicals but phil said “you can only do one musical per year” - does that tik tok trend where he has a wall of musicals and rips one off each day and the last one standing is the one they put on - tries so so so hard to get the rights to hamilton, doesnt obviously - so he does stuff like in the heights, dear evan hansen, etc - IF A KID WRITES A MUSICAL AND APPROACHES HIM YOU BEST KNOW HES ALREADY SAYING YES TO PUTTING IT ON WITHOUT A SECOND *THOUGHT* - he loves supporting his students in stuff theyre passionate about even if it isnt music/theater related - once went to the schools water polo game cause one his student mentioned offhandedly in class that they didnt have anyone coming - tommy is his teacher’s assistant person - he runs the improv lessons while wil observes him teaching - “okay kids youre all aliens and ur abducting mr soot” “tommy..” - its so funny when theyre together - rumor has it theyre brothers along with mr blade and phil is their dad - “class please, philza minecraft is not my father.” “okay son” “PHIL WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE” - brings u in one day with the excuse of teaching them how to be in love - in reality just has a whole class sing a long to disney love songs while u sit there like why am i here - you pressure him to put on shows YOU want to see - “wil put on high school musical” “nO! WHAT AM I in high school thats so basic” “yes. you are in high school. technically” - puts on high school musical - HES THE TEACHER WHO SHIPS KIDS TOGETHER in the form of making them play love interests - its giving mrs darbus from high school musical - i was in high school musical i played sharpay

lmk if u want to see more members as teachers!! :D and what else u want to see period sorry it was so long okay BYEEE

#dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #wilbur soot x reader #karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #dsmp if...#shakira shakira writes #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt school au #dsmp school au

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yuurei20 · 8 months

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Riddle Info Compilation part 13: Riddle and Azul (pt1)

Riddle is not a very big fan of Azul, actively attempting to avoid him when he sees them in the hallway at school (“I would like to avoid him at all costs, so let us slow our pace”).

During Beanfest Riddle notices that Azul is very well-equipped very early in the game and demands an explanation.

Azul reveals that he blackmailed members of the event committee into sharing the locations of the different equipment, and that Riddle himself is the only reason he was able to acquire the field scanner: when Vargas tried to remove it from the game (“sneaky gadgets have no place in Beanfest!”) Riddle argues that “there are plenty of students on this campus who aren’t physically inclined, but still put forth a diligent effort in PE. The rules for Beanfest are already overwhelmingly skewed in favor of athletic students as it is…if students like myself have our tactical options removed, then the best strategy for us to bolster our grades would be to find a hiding place and spend the whole day in it. The point of the Beanfest games isn’t to establish who the best athlete is. It’s to have a school wide PE activity in which everyone can fully participate. And for that, I say we need the field scanner!”

Impressed by the explanation, Vargas agrees to keep the field scanner in the game.

In order to not incur a debt to Riddle, Azul volunteers to let him go rather than capture him (Azul immediately sends Jack after him, but Riddle is saved by Vil’s group).

We get a hint that Riddle may have a secret respect for Azul during Spectral Soiree when he gives an “impassioned speech” in response to a possessed Azul who seems to have the opposite personality to Azul himself.

Azul and Riddle are quick to bicker during Book 6, with Azul teasing Riddle about his inability to play video games and Riddle insisting that he is not "bad," merely inexperienced.

After Azul performs better than Riddle at the same game Riddle insists upon practicing until he is able to clear the level without incurring any damage and Jamil comments, “so much for being above such things.”

Riddle successfully clears the level and Azul observes, “I understand the entertainment value of game playthroughs much better now. The way Riddle would scream when he got hit right before he was about to clear the stage…”

(Riddle’s VA regularly uploads video-game playthroughs to YouTube. He doesn't appear on camera very often anymore but he would in earlier videos, such as this playthrough of Late Night Mop where he loses his computer mouse.)

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#twstriddle #riddlefacts #twstfacts #twisted wonderland #Riddle Rosehearts #Youtube

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chanshoesunite · 2 years

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Library sex with Bang Chan

GENRE: smut, fluff

WORD COUNT: 3433

Author’s Note: This is part of a longer fanfic that one of us gifted the other for her birthday – but we figured we would share the smutty part with you. In this, you are Chan’s colleague, teaching at the same high school, and he’s the infuriatingly good-looking new staff member. Things escalate as you both try to work in the library… WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), slight dirty talk, semi-public sex

The school library is a weird room. It is located in one of the narrower parts of the building complex which separates the arts wing from the science wing and thus it is structured like a hallway that contains a massive number of books and has windows on either side. It’s also not a big room, which the school librarian Mr Kim combats by filling the well over two-meter-high shelves to the brim. Many of the language teachers are annoyed because of how little space is actually dedicated to literature, but you have always liked it. The fact that sunbeams are spilling into the room from two sides makes for ideal reading light, and even though it is not a spacious library, two can comfortably sit behind the counter and it is the ideal place to grade in peace since the room is closed to students between 9am and 12am.

You wonder how you have already managed to have two entire classes of essays in your bag after only a few days of teaching but attribute it to your amazing pedagogic proficiency. The staff room is noisy this Thursday morning, and you really don’t want to drag all of that correction work into your weekend, so you decide to grab the essays, a pen and a water bottle and make for the library. The room is locked, which is a good sign and means that you’ll be alone for a wonderful 45 minutes of peace, quiet and productivity.

You take a seat behind the counter and are too lost in thought to really notice the folder there, or maybe you, and you attribute it to Namjoon leaving his library work lying around, even though that is not his usual way of working. Grabbing the first essay, you start reading and are halfway through commenting it already when you hear a key turn in the lock and the door opens.

It’s Chan. Of course it’s Chan. It’s always him, isn’t it. At this point, you are not even surprised. Your new colleague, PE and maths, is everywhere, making you crazy with his annoyingly muscular arms, his kind, dimpled smile and his intense eye contact. The few times you’ve talked so far have always ended in embarrassment for you. Will this encounter go any differently? Probably not. Chan, bless him, is definitely surprised to see you. “

Oh!” he breathes. “I didn’t expect anyone to be in here!” He lingers in the doorway, unsure of his next course of action.

You half rise out of your chair, even though you don’t really plan on giving up your safe space. After all, you were here before him, folder or no folder. It’s not like you can reserve a space by placing something on a desk, this isn’t middle school. “I like to grade in here when I can. The staff lounge gets a bit noisy,” you say by way of explaining, but not apologizing, because you won’t do that.

Chan nods, showing he knows exactly what you’re talking about. And the longer he stands there, the less flustered he seems. “Care for some company?” he asks, a half-smile on his lips. “I promise I won’t distract you if you don’t distract me.”

You mock-contemplate his statement before making a show of shrugging your shoulders. You won’t let him see what he does to you – not yet. Or maybe ever. The jury’s still out on that one. “Deal.”

Chan nods and closes the door behind him. You watch him lock the door behind himself and leave the key in the lock. As he turns around, you raise one eyebrow at him. Now it’s his turn to shrug. “Well. We don’t want to be disturbed, do we now?”

Oh, so THAT’s how he wants to play it?! You won’t let him rile you up, though. “Whatever you want,” you quip, appearing to be bored as you look back down at your sheet and continue to read. It is a good essay, so you focuse on it while Chan takes a seat next to you. Are you imagining it or is he sitting closer than he needs to? His spicy cologne hits you, the faintly cinnamon-y smell deliciously sweet and savoury at the same time.

Out of the corner of your eyes you see him open a folder and grab a pen. Then Chan seems to start grading as well – maths homework, most likely. The two of you continue in silence except for the scratching of pens on paper, the rustling of sheets and the occasional sigh at the stupidity of a student. You last like that for some minutes until Chan sits up abruptly and turns his swivel armchair towards you. “Are you by any chance familiar with this library? Like, can you help me find a book?”

You frown, but shrug. It’s perfectly possible he’s never actually needed anything from here or can’t remember where which category of books is located. “Sure, what do you need?”

He smiles a small smile and nods. “Thanks. I need the latest edition of this maths book. There’s an error in this one and I wanna see if the newer version has the correct formula in it.”

You nod again and reach for the book. Yours and Chan’s fingers touch and at your physical contact, electricity pulses through you. It’s the first time you’ve touched, you realise, and it’s as exciting as you’ve imagined it to be. (You haven’t imagined it.) (Okay, maybe you have.) (No, you definitely have.)

You share a look, and whatever you’re feeling, you find it in Chan’s gaze, too. You don’t know what to say, though, so you do the only thing you can do – get up, round the counter and walk to the shelf with the schoolbooks. You raise your arm to point at the maths books. “Look, there-“ you start, but you can’t finish because suddenly, Chan is behind you, not quite pressing his front against your back, but you can still feel his chest slide against your shoulder blades, his breath ghost against your neck.

“YN,” he whispers roughly. “I’ve been thinking about you all week.” Well. That escalated quickly.

A gasp escapes you, and it seems to be all the invitation Chan needs to step even closer, so you are practically leaning against him. “I can barely resist you on a good day, but today –“

You can feel him gently nose your neck, and a shiver goes through you. “I need to know if I’ve read this right.”

You love a man who wants affirmative consent before seducing you in a library. You turn in his embrace to look him in the eyes and your breath catches at the sheer want in his eyes. So, you slide one hand to the back of his neck and bring his lips crashing down to yours. Fireworks explode in your stomach as Chan pushes you back against the bookshelf and slips his tongue inside your mouth, causing you to moan into his. Your hands slide up his defined arms, feeling the wiry muscles under his soft skin. He steps even closer, and you can feel the hard planes of his stomach against yours.

Remembering where they are, you break the kiss. Chan seems unwilling, but leans his forehead against yours, panting heavily. “What is it? Are you okay?” he asks, surprisingly sweetly amongst the throes of passion.

You grin wickedly. “Yeah. But we need to move a little to the right, or we’ll be visible from the upper windows.”

Chan grins too. “Wouldn’t want that. I want you all to myself.” At that, he lifts you up, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he kisses you again and carries you into a niche where there is only a small bookshelf and sits you down on top of it before pulling you forward, so you sit at the very edge of it.

His hands slide up your thighs and to your breasts, cupping them as he devours your mouth. Chan clearly has a plan, and you’re not one to stop this from happening. He kisses up your neck and to your ear.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispers, and a shiver goes through your whole body – a shiver of desire. “I’ve wanted it since I first saw you. It kind of makes seeing you in the staff lounge really awkward.” Once again, you are forehead to forehead, and Chan’s duality – the hot hunk and the sweet guy – come together in a perfect union of horny and caring.

“I want you, too,” you answer, looking into his eyes, before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

The first glimpse of his physique is enough to make you gasp. His torso is toned, but not in an “I only eat chicken and broccoli” kind of way, but in a healthy, “I enjoy moving my body” manner. You slide your hands up to his pecks and Chan shivers. It’s empowering to see your touch causing him to react this way, so you continue to stroke him and finally swipe your tongue across one of his nipples.

Chan releases a broken moan before reaching for the hem of your colourful dress. He uses one arm to briefly lift you up, and you swear you can feel yourself getting even wetter at this display of strength. And then you are in your underwear before him, and he’s in between your bare legs, stroking them again, as if he’s trying to feel as much of your skin as humanly possible. You feel Chan’s fingers ghost across your back and stop at your bra.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice rough. You nod. “Come on, take me… Daddy Chan.” His startled laugh is more sweet than sexy. “You knaur, come to think of it, I’m not entirely sure I find that hot,” he admits, his smile slightly shy.

You sigh. “Thank God, I’m not sure I’m on board, either.” The two of you share a smile, and you are gladly surprised that the emotional intimacy of this encounter is not taking away from its excitement. “I do want you to take me, though… Chan.” You breathe his name, and Chan’s eyes glint at that.

“I like the way you say my name,” he rasps as he bends down to kiss you again, opening the clasps of your bra before tossing it to the floor and covering your breasts with his big, veiny, and slightly calloused hands. You moan as he plays with your nipples, stroking them into stiffness, and Chan, further incensed by the sounds, presses himself against you. You can feel his erection against your barely clothed womanhood, and the prospect of feeling him inside you has you writhing on the bookshelf. Because at this point there is no doubt about it – Chan doesn’t just have Big Dick Energy. He IS big.

“Take off your trousers, please,” you gasp as your hands slide down his ass, which is exactly as nice and firm as you had expected it to be (not that you’ve ever thought about that, either). Chan doesn’t stop kissing you, but his hands leave your breasts and fumble with his buttons. To get his skinny jeans off, however, he needs to break the kiss for a moment, but you use it to catch your breath and let your gaze rake across the Adonis that is Christopher Chan Bang. Really, you can’t believe you are this lucky, looking at the way his muscles move below the tanned skin.

Then it’s just the thin materials of your respective underpants separating you from your desire, and after another heated kiss, Chan suggest discarding them as well, to which you respond with a breathless nod.

As Chan bends down to rid himself of his boxers, you can only stare at him. You are so distracted by how thick his girth is that you only realise after a few seconds that he has made to grab a condom from his jeans.

“You bring condoms to school?” you ask, one eyebrow raised at her – hook-up? Is this what this is? Chan blushes. “A man can dream, can’t he?” You go unexpectedly soft at this. “Dream of me?”

He catches your eye. “Of course.” And then he rips the condom wrapper open and rolls the condom over his now confirmed big dick before stepping between your legs once more. He doesn’t, however, immediately go to remove your panties, but carefully touches you above the fabric, savouring the moment of having you so at his mercy. You (wiggle-)wiggle (for sure) in place, the friction not enough but still too much. Chan leans forward to gently kiss your throat, his movements slow and deliberate. “You are so wet, baby,” he growls, “I cannot wait to feel you properly.”

“Then don’t wait,” you whimper, grasping at his insanely broad shoulders. “I needed you inside me, like, yesterday!” Chan draws back, searching your eyes. He almost seems as if he has to steel himself that something he has wanted so badly for the past weeks is now about to finally happen.

“Okay,” he whispers, stepping back so he can roll down your underwear. When it’s off, you feel slightly cold and exposed, but your excitement is keeping you warm enough, and as Chan steps closer, his body heat makes you shiver.

He slips two fingers inside you, groaning at the tight wetness, and uses his thumb to stimulate your clit. The moans that escape you seem to edge him on, and he bends down to suck one nipple into his mouth. You groan as if in protest – this is great, fantastic even, but you really want the real deal, to feel him inside you.

“Chan, please, fuck me,” you almost beg, and his answering moan tells you that you’ve won, that he cannot hold back any longer, either. Chan’s second hand joins his first as he spreads your thighs wider and lines his cock up with your opening. “I’ll go slow,” he promises roughly, and then he is pushing into you.

The way his thick cock stretches you out is something you are sure you haven’t experienced before – Chan must be the biggest you’ve ever had. The stretch is a lot, but not painful, and the slowness of it makes it even more erotic. Chan’s quiet gasps at watching himself sink into your tightness and feeling you for the first time make you feel even sexier. And then it dawns on you – you’re about to get dicked down in the school library by the hottest colleague ever. A quiet laugh escapes you.

Chan glances at you in a quizzical manner, and you breathlessly answer his unspoken question: “We are crazy for doing this.” Chan smiles his wolfish smile. “Be quiet, then, or someone will hear.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Make me.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Oh baby,” he says, sounding almost disappointed in you. “I’ll do no such thing. I’ll make you scream.” And with that, he swiftly pulls back and plunges forward with a hard thrust that punches a loud moan out of you.

Chan sets a quick and hard rhythm, making the bookshelf shake and bang against the wall. You grinds your teeth, clawing at his shoulders, trying to keep all of your noises inside and failing to do so. The sensations are so intense – the way Chan pounds into you, the way you feel exposed to the cold air and the low but still possible risk of being discovered – that you cannot help the whimpers escaping your throat, especially since his skilled fingers are doing everything they can to give you as much pleasure as they possibly can. Chan does his best to kiss any noises off your lips before they escape, but he cannot entirely keep his groans in, either.

Suddenly, the sound of a key trying to be inserted into the door lock disturbs your peace. You freeze. Chan left his key stuck in the lock, so it’s impossible to open the door from the outside, but still. There is someone barely three metres away from you, trying to get in while you’re fucking in the next room. Chan looks at you in a silent dare before thrusting into you particularly powerfully, making a moan escape you.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-shout at him. Chan’s smile is positively evil. “I am not going to waste a single second with you,” he says, and despite the fact that you want to smack the smug grin of his face, you want to kiss him more. Chan turns back to the door after humouring you. “I have a parent-teacher talk in here,” he shouts, and the answering “Sorry!” coming through the door lets the two of you know that, for now, you are in the clear. “Smooth,” you compliment Chan before he starts fucking you with renewed vigour and all you can do is gasp quietly.

“You feel so incredible, baby, better than I dreamed you would,” he whispers into your ear, as if feeling the way your pleasure is mounting. “You’re so sexy, so beautiful, I can’t take my eyes off you.” The way he strokes your clit is making you shiver, and you can feel herself reaching out for ecstasy. “Are you going to come on my cock, baby? I think you are. I’m sorry we can’t take our time today, I’d love to eat you out for hours. Next time, okay, baby?” You nod, your whimpers getting higher in pitch.

“But honestly, baby girl, I didn’t expect you to be so dirty, letting me fuck you at school where anyone could hear… Such a bad girl. You’re lucky you’re so pretty, because normally, bad girls don’t get to come.” There he is again, Dom!Chan, and it is even hotter because you know that while he will talk dirty to you, he will always make sure you’re more than okay with everything he’s doing.

You are sure he can feel your pussy getting tighter, because his thrusts are getting sloppier, less refined, but not less delicious. “I bet you’ve thought about this too, baby, haven’t you? Letting me fuck you in the library? I knew you’d make the sweetest noises while I railed your deliciously creamy pussy.” He bites your earlobe, and that’s it, you are hurled over the edge by his next powerful thrust and need to bite Chan’s shoulder to hold in the shout you can feel tearing out of yourself. Chan’s thrusts are erratic, and he quickly buries herself deeply inside you as he comes with a deep moan that sends shivers down your spine.

The two of you still, holding onto each other as if for dear life as you catch your breath, gasping for air as if you’ve just run a marathon. Chan seems to come off his high first, nuzzling into your neck the way a tomcat would. You giggle softly, and he mirrors your sound before pulling back and catching your lips with his. This kiss is sweet and slow and a complete contrast to the way you’ve kissed before, but you find you prefer this. Again, he touches his forehead to yours while he gently pulls out. “Do you feel okay?” he asks, his voice soft and caring.

You nod. “Just a little cold,” you admit, at which Chan, still butt naked, bends down to find your clothes. “I’m a little sad to see you put them back on, though,” he says sheepishly, and you both blush, despite having just had sex in a freaking library. “I mean…” You hesitate. Chan looks up from discarding the condom. “Yeah?” You bite your lip. “You sort of promised this wouldn’t be the only time we’d be doing this, didn’t you?” Chan beams. “I sort of promised, yeah,” he says, borrowing your phrase. “Is that something you’d like?"

You decide to bite the bullet. “Well, obviously, Chan. You’re not only super hot, but also kind and caring and cute. Who wouldn’t like to hook up with you?” Chan looks thoughtful, thinking this through. “Only hook up?” You pull your dress over your head to borrow time. “What do you mean?” “Well.” He pauses. “If I asked you out to, say, dinner? As in a… Date? Would that be something you’d like as well?” You really have to hold back to let him finish and not immediately scream, “YES YES YES OH MY GOD ABSOLUTELY YES TOTALLY PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!!!!!” Instead, you smile and say, “I would."

#bang chan smut #bang chan #christopher chan bang #chanshoesunite #bang chan imagine #stray kids imagine #skz imagine #bangchan x reader #author hare #bang chan dirty talking #chan smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan scenarios #chan x reader #stray kids fanfic #bang chan fanfic

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xunkun · 3 months

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enstars but its what i think their report cards look(ed) like (1 semester) starpro edition

side note 1: i dont know every single character really well, and this is just for fun and the sake of goofiness. feel free to share your own opinion on their grades n stuff make it sillier

side note 2: im doing letter grades (A, B, C, etc..) and i'll be using the system im more used to

A+: 100-97, A: 96-94, A-: 93-90, B+: 89-87, B: 86-84, B-: 83-80, etc. 60 below is F

side note 3: i dont remember/know what classes they have at yumenosaki/reimei/shuetsu so im making shit up as i go but no one cares hahahaha

side note 3.1: the classes i chose should be pretty standard, like math (broad term, cuz you dont have just 3~4 years of algebra or trig or something), language classes (im putting japanese/national language and english bc i think they would have it ok), science (broad term, covers biology, physics, chemistry, etc), history/social studies, and physical education

again this is for fun and do not take any of this shit seriously. take it unseriously and baffoonish-ly .......

Eichi: [ Math ] A- ~ A [ Jap ] A+ [ Eng ] A [ Sci ] B+ ~ A [ History ] A [ PE ] B

extra: excused from like 90% of the pe activities attendance: 5 tardies, 14 official leaves, 23 sick leaves, 0 unexcused absences

Wataru: [ Math ] C ~ A [ Jap ] A [ Eng ] B+ [ Sci ] B- ~ A [ History ] A- [ PE ] A

extra: feels like the type to have wildly different impressions on teachers attendance: 60 tardies, 11 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 55 unexcused absences

Tori: [ Math ] D+ ~ B [ Jap ] A- [ Eng ] B- [ Sci ] D+ ~ B [ History ] B [ PE ] B+

extra: i think that the only reason tori doesnt fail is because of yuzuru. the 4 sick leaves are from when he didn't know what to put for his reason of absence attendance: 13 tardies, 12 official leaves, 4 sick leaves, 3 unexcused absences

Yuzuru: [ Math ] A- ~ A+ [ Jap ] A+ [ Eng ] A [ Sci ] B- ~ A- [ History ] A+ [ PE ] A+

extra: doing extra homework actually makes you better in certain classes attendance: 3 tardies, 13 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 3 unexcused absences

Hokuto: [ Math ] A ~ A+ [ Jap ] A+ [ Eng ] A [ Sci ] A ~ A+ [ History ] A+ [ PE ] A+

extra: i think hes just like the average kid in school. maybe. he's into theater though. attendance: 5 tardies, 15 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 1 unexcused absences

Subaru: [ Math ] A- ~ A [ Jap ] A+ [ Eng ] A [ Sci ] A- ~ A [ History ] A [ PE ] A+

extra: probably makes paper stars in class attendance: 7 tardies, 15 official leaves, 1 sick leaves, 2 unexcused absences

Makoto: [ Math ] A ~ A+ [ Jap ] A+ [ Eng ] A [ Sci ] A- ~ A+ [ History ] A [ PE ] A-

extra: if i added computer science he'd probably have an A+ i feel like attendance: 6 tardies, 14 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 0 unexcused absences

Mao: [ Math ] A- ~ A [ Jap ] A [ Eng ] A- [ Sci ] A- ~ A [ History ] A+ [ PE ] A+

extra: he definitely does some of ritsu's homework attendance: 9 tardies, 17 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 0 unexcused absences

Chiaki: [ Math ] C- ~ B+ [ Jap ] A- [ Eng ] B [ Sci ] C+ ~ B+ [ History ] B- [ PE ] A+

extra: hypes people up during group studies probably attendance: 18 tardies, 12 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 7 unexcused absences

Kanata: [ Math ] B- ~ B+ [ Jap ] A- [ Eng ] B [ Sci ] B- ~ A [ History ] A- [ PE ] A-

extra: not a single worksheet he turns in is completely dry. misses class by accident sometimes because he's off 'puka puka'-ing attendance: 45 tardies, 13 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 26 unexcused absences

Tetora: [ Math ] B- ~ B [ Jap ] B+ [ Eng ] B- [ Sci ] B- ~ B+ [ History ] B- [ PE ] A+

extra: broke school property at least once attendance: 8 tardies, 14 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 5 unexcused absences

Midori: [ Math ] B+ ~ A- [ Jap ] A [ Eng ] A- [ Sci ] B+ [ History ] B+ [ PE ] A-

extra: sent to the counselor/guidance office at least 3 times attendance: 13 tardies, 13 official leaves, 8 sick leaves, 1 unexcused absences

Shinobu: [ Math ] B- ~ B [ Jap ] A [ Eng ] B- [ Sci ] C+ ~ B [ History ] B+ [ PE ] A

extra: definitely carved something onto a desk at least once with shurikens when he got bored in class attendance: 9 tardies, 13 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 0 unexcused absences

Hiiro: [ Math ] A (trust me) [ Jap ] A (trust me) [ Eng ] C- (trust me) [ Sci ] F- ~ A (trust me) [ History ] D (trust me) [ PE ] A+

extra: probably knows extensive history about his tribe but not the history of anything else attendance: 14 tardies, 15 official leaves, 0 sick leaves,11 unexcused absences

Aira: [ Math ] C ~ B+ [ Jap ] B+ [ Eng ] A- [ Sci ] B- ~ B+ [ History ] A- [ PE ] B+

extra: another average kid in school. definitely daydreams in class and falls asleep attendance: 10 tardies, 13 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 2 unexcused absences

Mayoi: [ Math ] D+ ~ B [ Jap ] A- [ Eng ] B- [ Sci ] C- ~ B- [ History ] B+ [ PE ] C

extra: in the walls and ceilings pretty much for most of the semester attendance: 18 tardies, 12 official leaves, 3 sick leaves, 53 unexcused absences

Tatsumi: [ Math ] B+ ~ A- [ Jap ] A+ [ Eng ] A- [ Sci ] B+ ~ A- [ History ] A- [ PE ] A

extra: not tapping into full academic potential i suspect attendance: 1 tardies, 15 official leaves, 0 sick leaves, 0 unexcused absences

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again AGAIN this is for FUN AND JOKES!!1 MEMES!!! LAUGHS ETC. sorry if its not canon compliant enough. i'll make a part for each agency

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blueturnscold · 7 months

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Floyd Leech

I have seen many analysis and hc of floyd and thought I could share something to the table :)

First I would like to state some tip of the ice berg facts

Has drastict mood swings:

We know his drastic change in motivation and feelings,from one moment he has all the motivation in the world and then something happends and he don't want to do anything

Don't care enough about other people to learn their names:

Floyd don't care enough to learn peoples names.that's why he gives everyone a nickname ex. Shrimpy,seagull,crabby.The only exeptions is azul and jade,but in the english version this also include vil some few times.

He is very close with Jade:

as we know floyd and jade have a very close relationship,the have stayed close since birth and have said to "chosen each other"

He is very talented with instrument:

We know floud is extremly skilled with instrument,we get proof of it in port fest

Now I would like to state some middle of the ice berg facts.

He is extremly intelligent:

I know this is stated quite alot in the game,but I feel like alot of twst fans ignore this fact.He has been shown to be able to get really good grades,but when he doesn't feel like it he won't try in class and he gets a failing mark,this drives his teachers insane,as shown in his labcoat vignett.

He really likes shoes and fashion:

In orthos pe vignett floyd says how on land really enjoy fashion trends and that he constantly buys trendy clothes and shoes

He has moray merch:

In one of the birthday card floyd says that he bought some moray keychain and shirt(he gave said shirt to jade which he would wear all the time) and in vargas camp he has a moray keychain on his bag,which probably is the one he mentioned in his birthday card.And I know this isn't really important to his character,but it was to cute not to share!

Now it's time for me to state some bottom of the ice berg facts!

AKA talking about his name and such

To start of,what does Floyd mean?And where does it originate?

"The name Floyd has its roots in Welsh and Old English languages. In Welsh, “Llwyd” means grey, and in Old English, “Flēogan” means to fly. It is believed that the name Floyd originated from the combination of these two words. The name was initially popularized by the Welsh, who used it as a surname. Over time, it became a popular first name for boys, especially in the United States."

"The name Floyd has several meanings, depending on the interpretation. In Welsh, it means “grey-haired,” which signifies wisdom and experience. In Old English, it means “to flow,” which represents the free-spirited nature of the individual. Therefore, the name Floyd is associated with qualities like intelligence, thoughtfulness, creativity, and independence."

"The name Floyd symbolizes intelligence, thoughtfulness, creativity, and independence. It represents wisdom and experience, as well as free-spiritedness and a willingness to explore new horizons. Additionally, the name has become synonymous with social justice and equality, making it a symbol of hope and progress for many."

Here we can see the meaning of the name floyd and how it fit's with floyds character.

Now to jump to his surename,Leech.

When it comes to his surename,we know not anyone has this as a real surename.But we can take it as how the word is used to describe other people.

"If you describe someone as a leech, you disapprove of them because they deliberately depend on other people, often making money out of them."

We can see how this fit's not only floyd but all of the octatrio.They use other people to their advantage,leeching of other people to gain an upper hand.

Quite the fitting last and first name,right?

Now that we have gotten all of the facts about floyd let's now jump to some of my headcanons

First of,I think he might have bpd(borderline personality disorder).Why do I think that?

Well becuase his behavior in the game and how his character is described match really well with how bpd is explaind,for an example:

"Borderline personality disorder is a mental health disorder that impacts the way you think and feel about yourself and others, causing problems functioning in everyday life. It includes self-image issues, difficulty managing emotions and behavior, and a pattern of unstable relationships."

"Yet inappropriate anger, impulsiveness and frequent mood swings may push others away, even though you want to have loving and lasting relationships."

Signs and symptons:

A pattern of unstable intense relationships, such as idealizing someone one moment and then suddenly believing the person doesn't care enough or is cruel

Rapid changes in self-identity and self-image that include shifting goals and values, and seeing yourself as bad or as if you don't exist at all

Periods of stress-related paranoia and loss of contact with reality, lasting from a few minutes to a few hours

Impulsive and risky behavior, such as gambling, reckless driving, unsafe sex, spending sprees, binge eating or drug abuse, or sabotaging success by suddenly quitting a good job or ending a positive relationship

Suicidal threats or behavior or self-injury, often in response to fear of separation or rejection

Wide mood swings lasting from a few hours to a few days, which can include intense happiness, irritability, shame or anxiety

Ongoing feelings of emptiness

Inappropriate, intense anger, such as frequently losing your temper, being sarcastic or bitter, or having physical fights

As we see alot of these symptons corespons with floyd and his character.Many people hc him with autism and/or adhd,but as a person with both I don't think he shows any signs for both of these diagnoses,both of course there might that he has some signs for them and I just don't notice them.

Well now this is the end of my analysis,hope I made some sense.And if you have anything to add,please do!!And also tell me if I made some mistake,as this is my first time analysing anything.

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst floyd #floyd leech #azul #twst jade #jade leech #tweels #azul ashengrotto #disney twisted wonderland #floyd leech twst

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monoclesnapple · 1 month

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Comfort. Period.

Bungo Stray Dogs Chuuya Nakahara X Gender Neutral reader Beginning Note: Reader is gender neutral, but is Afab, since they have a period. Period part inspired by real events. [School AU] Word Count: 957 (Fluff/Pain Comfort)

Initially, the day was alright. (Name)’s mind was only occupied by a mile run they had to do today. It’s not the worst, but they weren’t in the mood to run at all. It was an off day. But, they could manage. Not.

When third period had ended and they shifted in their seat, a distinct feel of something dripping below occurred. They instantly knew that their period had started. They were expecting it soon, but not this soon.

when the bell rang, (Name) walked around, looking for a bathroom, but the place was confusing and they didn’t want to wander somewhere they shouldn’t. Lunch was only 30 minutes, and the locker rooms had a restroom, obviously. Their fourth period, which was after lunch, was PE.

When it was time for the passing period to go to the fourth period class, (Name) walked quickly across the quad, through the long route to the locker room, and snatched a period product.

Oh, when they were in the stall, their leg was bouncing uncontrollably. They had to focus on it to stop it. The placement of the product was terrible, but it should work okay.

Luckily, Chuuya was in the same class as them (and the same lunch, so while (Name) was worried about their situation, he was there as support. He also shared the majority of his classes with them), so when the two regrouped, (Name) stuck to his side.

“Hey, we’ll be fine. It’s just a run, and when we’re done, you can sit down and relax.” Chuuya patted their back, but his expression showed that even he wasn’t sure if everything would be alright.

They shook their head. “Nonono, nothing will be okay! I can’t even run right now and I’m fucking dying inside. I can feel the pain, but it’s also waiting for the time I run to hit me harder!”

Chuuya sighed. “Well, I don’t know how many laps make up a mile, but the track isn’t small. Maybe it’ll only be like two or three laps.”

They pressed their lips in a tight line, but nodded. “Yeah. I could handle two, barely three.”

Chuuya muttered out “Great” as the two sat on their numbers when the teacher walked over.

The first lap, it was barely alright. The second, they had started panting lightly. And the pain had already come, so everything was shit.

“You could always just go ahead of me, you don’t have to slow down for me,” (Name) said to Chuuya, who had ran alongside them.

“And leave you alone in pain? Nah, I’m sticking with you.”

“But the longer you take, the lower your grade will be.”

“So? If you fail, I’ll fail. We’ll fail together!”Chuuya grinned and lightly tapped their arm with his elbow. He knew that they were in pain and wanted to do nothing, so he didn’t hit as hard as he would usually.

(Name)’s chest warmed up so much that it hurt even more. How did they land a friend like Chuuya? Their cheeks tinted a faint pink. They looked down.

“Making me feel emotional, hah.” Their head tilted back as their hand came up to shield their face from the sun. “You’re too good and caring.”

Chuuya flushed as well. “It’s just basic decency. What kind of friend would I be?”

The two continued, using the same pattern of running and walking. When they finally finished their fourth lap, (Name) dropped their phone onto the floor and sat down. Chuuya joined them and (Name) rested their head on his shoulder.

They both made some conversation, and when there was around 4 minutes left until they were able to go to the locker rooms, they walked to a shaded area.

(Name) buried their face into Chuuya’s shoulder. They were muttering things like “I’m gonna kill myself”, “Everything hurts”, and more. Chuuya rubbed their head.

“C’mon, you’re starting to sound like that ass, Dazai. We’re almost done with the school day.”

“Yeah, like 2 more hours of suffering.”

Chuuya’s lips pressed together. Well, he couldn’t really argue. But he didn’t really know how else to comfort (Name).

“Tell you what. After school, I’ll carry you over to an ice cream shop, and we’ll have that. Sound good?”

(Name) nodded their head. “Chuuya, words can’t describe how well you make me feel. I could kiss you right now.” They kept their head in place until Chuuya lifted it. They whined.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh, alright. But you’re so damn ugly.” He pressed a quick kiss to their lips before letting their head drop onto his shoulder.

(Name) froze. What the hell? First off-

“Did you just call me ugly?” They looked at Chuuya after sitting up.

He chuckled, “That’s what you caught on?” He shook his head. “It was a joke.”

“And that kiss?” After saying that, (Name) looked around. “Did someone see? I don’t think so….”

“Relax. I made sure nobody was looking here. But…” He looked down. “Damn. I didn’t expect this to be a confession.”

(Name) looked back at him. A small smile made its way onto their face. Ah, so a love confession? Hopefully. They don’t want to make the wrong assumption.

“Something about your feelings?…” They trailed off. Chuuya nodded before making eye contact with them.

“Guess I’ll just say it. I like you.” He turned away to feel any more awkward. “I don’t want this to be a whole dramatic thing, if you do or don’t like me, we can stay friends.” He quietly added, “Maybe.”

(Name) kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry. They’re returned.” They hunched over, holding their stomach. “Fuck… Of all times…?”

Chuuya patted their back again. “I’ll make that ice cream shop our first date.” He chuckled.

#bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara #~writing~#~drabble~

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russett-pots · 2 years

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Real Life Sex Education

Kang Hyewon and Kim Minju

Word Count: 4.9k

Tags: Teaching sex, Virgin sex, Innocent Minju

Fine! Here is the fic I promised. I really hope you like it. I tried something new here. That's why it took some time.

Now stop bothering me for the meantime about fics. I posted this and I hope you'll be happy with it.

Takes two visuals to make this. I don't regret this tho.

A guy sits there in class just barely listening to the lecture. Even with his second cup of coffee, the lecture has been so boring that a nap is tempting. But he still goes on and stays awake. His grades for this class haven’t been very good recently and since this is a pre-requisite. Failing isn’t an option.

“Okay, that’s all for today.” The lecturer says as she dismisses the class.

All the students start to pack up and leave the hall but the guy is still there stumbling with his notes. The prof is still down there at the front getting ready to leave. He rushes to her for a few more questions before heading out.

“Ma’am. I have a few questions about the lesson. Is it alright if I can ask?”

“Sure, Haneul.”

“Uhh, one of the topics was about physical attraction. How does someone know if they are physically attractive?”

“You mean if a girl is pretty?”

“Oh no, I mean how do I know if they are attracted to me?”

“That sounds more like dating advice. But their pupils dilate when they look at you, they blush when you are around, and they are more expressive when you are there.”

“Aaaah, I see.”

Suddenly a voice behind shouts. “Haneul, are you there?” It’s Minju. An acquaintance. Their bond has been slowly growing closer ever since they met last month from that small interaction in PE class together.

“That is an example of someone who is physically attracted to you. You see her body language.”

“No ma’am that’s impossible. We barely know each other.”

“Well if you don’t take my advice then what I can do. Anyway, good luck.”

“Thanks, Ma’am see you, next class.”

“Bye.”

As soon as the teacher leaves, Minju runs up and hugs Haneul. She snuggles up to his chest as looks up to him. He rolls his eyes away from Minju and pushes her away.

“Minju, what now?”

“Nothing I just like to meet my boy- I mean friend. Wanna have lunch?”

Haneul looks at his watch. There is a good ninety-minute window before the next class. “Sure.”

Minju jumps in joy. “Yay! Let’s go to my favorite tteokbokki place.” She links her arms to Haneul’s and drags him with her.

Haneul just follows blissful of her real intentions.

The restaurant is only a short walk from the university. But once they get there Minju pulls him with her and makes Haneul sit down beside her.

Both of them scan the menu for what they want to eat.

“Haneul tteokbokki is their specialty here do you want to order that?”

“Sure. Sure. If you say so.”

Minju raises her hand and promptly orders the tteokbokki platter that is for sharing.

“Unnie, the sweet and spicy tteokbokki platter and two bottles of beer.”

The waitress does a double-take for Haneul’s and Minju’s age but gets the okay then she leaves to punch in the orders.

“So Haneul how was class?”

“The usual. Still have difficulty with my psychology class. But I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, that sounds hard. Do you want help? I passed that class with flying colors. I’m sure I can teach you a thing or two.”

“That sounds great! Are you sure? I don’t want to make you busier.”

“Oh no, you won’t. I’ll be more than happy to help you. I mean we are ummm…only…friends?”

“Hmm sorry, what do you mean with that?”

“Oh, nothing.”

But in Minju’s mind, it is confusing. Her obvious advances are tiring. She knows how much she likes Haneul but it is so hard for her to give him hints that Haneul should make his move.

He does like her in a sense. He wouldn’t mind dating her. She is beautiful, kind, caring, and very smart. Someone for sure would be lucky to have her.

But as Haneul runs through his thoughts about her the food quickly arrives with their two bottles of beer. They both eat well and drink as they finish the food. It goes halfway until Haneul sees Minju waves outside. When Haneul turns his head to where Minju’s attention is.

“Unnie!”

“Minju, how are you?”

“Unnie sit with us!”

Then this girl sits across Haneul and Minju. She puts down her shoulder bag on the seat beside her.

“Haneul, this is my Unnie, Hyewon. She is my sunbae. Unnie this is Haneul. We met at my PE class.”

“Is this the guy you are talking about?”

“What!! Unnie, don’t say it in front of him!”

“Ha— I’m just messing with you.”

Hyewon extends her hand for a handshake and Haneul takes it with both of his hands.”

“Hyewon-ssi. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Haneul. You don’t have to be so formal just call me Noona.”

“Okay, Hyewon-noona.”

“Just Noona is fine.”

“So, what did you order?”

“Just some tteokbokki. Want some?” Minju asks Hyewon.

“Sure.”

But Haneul looks at his watch. “Oh, sorry ladies. I have class soon.” As he quickly stands up and hurries himself to class.

"Unnie!!!" Minju’s high pitched almost cracked voice shouts. "Yeah, that’s the guy I like and I want to impress him but I don't know how."

"Oh, Minju. Well, you can try to seduce him."

"Seduce him?"

"Sex. Minju. Sex."

"Se—?"

"Wait..."

"Unnie!!! I just... don't know how..."

"Hmmm, if you want. My boyfriend and I can give you some pointers. I just want to warn you he can be a bit rough. But from the way, the guy you like seems. I'm sure he can enjoy a Rough Minju."

“Rough Minju? But Unnie! I just never … you know.”

“Minju don’t worry. I can teach you. I can show you. If you want you don’t have to do anything but watch.”

“Hmmm…are you sure? I don’t want to just stare at people doing…you know.”

“Minju, you are already 20. You can say sex. It isn’t a forbidden word that you cannot say. You’re already a grown-up and you should know better.”

“Okay, Unnie…You can teach me about the sex—.”

“Hahaha! Minju, you always make me laugh.”

“AH! Unnie! Okay! Let’s just eat. We can order your favorite Bibimbap!”

“I’ll text you when and where. I’m thinking of my place. But I’ll have to make sure my boyfriend is okay with being watched.”

“AH LA LA LA LA.” Minju shouts with her hands covering her ears.

Hyewon just sits there and chuckles at Minju's obvious innocence.

Minju goes up to the door and knocks at it.

“Unnie!!”

She knocks again.

“Unnie!!”

The door opens. Outcomes Hyewon, she is in a bathrobe and presumably wearing nothing else.

“Unnie!!!” Minju shouts while pushing Hyewon back inside her dorm room. “You can’t just be naked outside.”

“Don’t worry about me.” Hyewon slowly undoes the tie and grabs on onto the edges and pulls it, showing off her body in front of Minju. Her naked body is now exposed. Her breast, midriff, and pussy show and are ready to be consumed by anyone.

“Don’t worry Minju. I was expecting my boyfriend. Not you. Guys like a sexy entrance.”

“They do?”

“Yeah. I mean that’s how they get hard?”

“Hard? What’s hard?”

“Oh my gosh. Minju do you know anything?!”

“Of course I do. I just Ummm don’t know…”

“Okay, tell me. What’s a blowjob?”

“Blowjobs are…um…”

“Come one this is basic.”

“Fine. Unnie. I don’t know anything. Please teach me!”

“Yeah. Don’t worry Minju, that is why we are here.”

“Also is that what you are wearing when you meet the guy?”

“Isn’t this skirt lovely?” Minju turns around, showing off her outfit.

“Well, your long sleeve and tennis skirt? You look like his younger sister more than a girlfriend.”

“Unnie! I’ll change then.” Minju pouts.

*Knock* Knock*

“That must be my boyfriend.”

Hyewon approaches the door, still in her robe, and opens the door. “Hello, babe.”

He cups Hyewons face and pushes his lips into Hyewon as they move into the middle of the room.

“Hold on, wait. Let me introduce you to my friend. Yunseo, this is Minju. Minju, Yunseo.”

Yunseo extends his hand to introduce himself. Minju greets him in return.

“So, are we getting started?” Hyewon asks.

“Mhmm.”

“Okay, Minju. Do you know how to kiss?”

“Of course, Unnie, that I know.”

“Okay show me.”

“What do you—?”

Hyewon slowly places her lips onto Minju’s. First, it was slow but got rough. All while Yunseo, stands there excited about what he is watching.

“Argh, Minju slow down. Tongue.” Hyewon pulls back and wipes her lips. “Take it slow. Then add the tongue.”

Minju tries again. This time Hyewon’s eyes lit up. Hyewon pulls back, this time surprised. “Okay, that’s good. Yunseo tries this.”

“Unnie, no… Actually never kissed a guy before and I want to save my first real kiss with a guy with Haneul.”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll respect that.” Yunseo steps back.

“Are you okay with giving Yunseo a blowjob?”

“Sure. That’s fine.”

“Yunseo?”

Yunseo then pulls down his pants showing off his large cock. Minju gasps at the size of what she is seeing. She closes her eyes by placing her hands on her eyes. Hyewon gets annoyed and removes Minju’s hands.

“Minju! You’ll have to get used to this!”

“Okay. Unnie…”

“Now. Let me show you how to give a blowjob. Yunseo please sit on my bed.”

Yunseo sits down with her bare ass on the bed with his legs spread wide. Hyewon goes in between them and takes a grip on his cock.

“Minju come here.”

She comes over and squats beside Hyewon.

“Minju, give me your hand.” Hyewon takes Minju’s hand and makes her wraps her small hand around Yunseo’s cock.

Minju gets mesmerized by the size. She looks around it, inspects it, and licks the tip. Yunseo closes his eyes at the tiny yet pleasurable stimuli that were Minju’s tongue. She licks the tip. The circumcised cock’s edge gets touched by her tongue. Minju curious eyes wander to Yunseo’s eyes to see if she is doing it correctly.

“Minju. Put it inside your mouth.”

Minju allows the shaft to enter her whole mouth. She takes it in its entirety. To swallow it was a daunting task because of how big it is.

“Argh. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth.”

“Oh, sorry.” Minju backs out and stops her advances.

“Careful Minju. Go in slowly. Actually, some guys like a bit of teeth but not too much. Just be careful.”

Minju then returns to Yunseo’s cock and places it in her mouth. Not entirely. With fewer teeth than before and definitely more inside.

“First bob your head up and down.”

Minju then goes up and down. Yunseo’s cock going in and out. Minju hands her hand in joining the pump as she progresses further.

Yunseo groans as Minju moves faster and faster. It slowly starts to fill the room. The sound of Minju’s slurping and the sound of pleasure coming out of Yunseo’s mouth.

“Hmmm, you seem like a natural at this, Minju.”

Minju pops off her mouth of Yunseo’s cock and sees his satisfied face. He smiles and gives a thumbs up to Minju, approving what Hyewon just said.

“Okay now let me show you what a pussy can do.”

“What about anal?”

“Anal isn’t for you. Or at least not now.”

Hyewon undoes her robe and drops it to the floor and sits on the lap of her boyfriend. She starts to make out with him, inserting her tongue immediately. Minju backs off and takes a seat in front of the show. Hyewon places her hand on the cheek and the other around Yunseo’s neck.

“That’s how you kiss. Now, babe are you ready?”

Hyewon pushes back Yunseo to her bed and hovers above his cock.

“Minju, I’ll show you first how to ride him then we can do a couple of other positions where the guy is in control.”

“Mhmm” Minju nods.

“Okay, babe let’s go.”

“Wait! Aren’t you going to use a condom?” Minju exclaims.

“I’m on the pill. So, I won’t get pregnant. I’ll tell you more about it later. But for now. I can take this cock raw.” Hyewon turns her attention back to Yunseo. Her eyes gazing at his. She is ready and so is he. She dops and inserts the huge cock inside her. She grunts as she gets in deeper. Finally, it gets inside her.

“Fuck. I can’t get used to this cock.”

Hyewon goes up and down. Her head tilts back as the pleasure starts to increase. Each point gets touched by Yunseo’s cock. With Hyewon on her knees, Yunseo caresses her luscious thighs and her voluptuous ass. He gets a good grab on her ass, squeezing it as he pleases.

“Minju….you see…this…?” Hyewon grunts. She turns her head and sees Minju’s legs propped up on the chair, her panties now showing. A small patch of cum dissipates on her underwear. Hyewon slows down her pace. “Minju, look below you.”

Embarrassed, Minju covers her crotch, going back to her more conservative state. “Unnie! Just go back to do your thing.”

Hyewon chuckles and looks back at Yunseo. “Well, I guess. I’m still yours.” Hyewon goes back on riding Yunseo and moves down and kisses him. She moves her ass up and down his cock.

While at this, without her consciously knowing, Minju’s hand lingers down and moves in between her legs, and inserts itself inside her already wet panties. Minju’s own eyes now close in pleasure. She lets out gentle moans as her finger gets inside her own walls.

Both Hyewon’s and Minju’s voices grow as they receive pleasure from a cock and her own finger respectively. Hyewon turns her head and sees Minju pleasuring herself and she smiles to see her enjoying herself.

Soon Hyewon stops and gets up and walks to Minju and whispers to her ear. “How’s the finger?”

Minju jumps on her seat and removes her finger from her crotch. “I’m sorry, Unnie! I’ll pay attention now.”

“Okay, Yunseo. Doggy.” Hyewon places her hands on the bed and moves her ass up in front of Yunseo. “Minju you know what Doggy style is?”

“Does it involve acting like a puppy?” Minju says with her wrist on her chin and fingers pointing down, making a puppy face.

“Oh, Minju you are so innocent. Yunseo, you may start.”

Yunseo lines up his cock onto Hyewon’s pussy, moving it up and down forming a line between her ass cheeks. One slap on the cheek then in he goes. Yunseo inserts his cock inside Hyewon. First slowly pushes as deep as he can. Then he slowly pulls out halfway as he lets out a loud groan. Then he slams back in, pushing in and thrusting it inside. He moves in and out as Hyewon’s walls surround his cock.

Hyewon still filled with pleasure, closes her eyes, bites her lip, and clenches her pussy as it constricts Yunseo’s cock. Minju sits back and observes. This time she isn’t touching herself. She moves up and looks closer. She observes the slapping noise that Yunseo makes as he smashes his waist onto Hyewon’s ass. She can also see how Hyewon is barely able to take on everything.

Yunseo pushes deep and deeper. Moans and groans begin to fill the room. Minju soon cannot distinguish what sound is coming from whom.

“Fuck! Hyewon, you’re going to make me cum.”

“Hold on wait!”

Yunseo pulls out of Hyewon and steps back with his almost throbbing cock. “You better not blue ball me.” He glares at Hyewon.

“I’ll let you cum. I just need to show Minju one more position.”

Hyewon lays on her back on the bed. While Yunseo moves over behind Hyewon and places his hands on either side of Hyewon’s breast.

“Minju, this is called missionary. Yunseo? Okay. You can cum after this.”

“It’s so hot when you tell me when to cum.”

Yunseo returns to smash Hyewon. He resumes hitting her pussy as before. He hits so deep he can almost touch the deepest parts of Hyewon’s womb.

“Minju…Some guys… like Dom...Fuck!... like to be Dommed...Fuck!...some liked to subbed…Fuck, Yunseo your cock is so good!”

“Dom, sub?”

“Dom…has control. Sub has to…follow…the dom. Wait hold on I’ll explain later. Fuck!”

Repetitive screams and profanities can be heard all over the room and maybe out the door. Hyewon can feel her g-spot being touched. Yunseo’s cock runs all over Hyewon’s tight little hole. He pushes deeper and deeper and deeper.

“Okay, Hyewon. I’m going to release it now. Same as always?”

“Yup!”

Yunseo thrust one more time. Finally, when he reaches his climax he pushes in as he dumps all of his sperm inside Hyewon. His sticky white liquid coats Hyewon’s walls. Yunseo finishes with his orgasm then falls down on the bed and lays there.

Hyewon lies there on the bed trying to catch her breath. Her chest expands and contracts as she regains her composure. She turns and lays on her side to face Minju.

“Like that?”

Minju looks at her with her cute face and nods.

“Okay, like I said before. Some guys like to be dommed and guys that like subs. Yunseo here likes to be dommed. So he is my sub. I’m not sure what Haneul likes but try to see what he wants to do. But my guess is he wants to dom you.”

“Okay!”

“Also. Guys like them raw. What I do is that I take the pill. You have to go to the doctor for that. I can give you the number of mine. I’ll send it to you in the morning.”

“Okay, Unnie!”

Hyewon turns over and closes her eyes. “You can go now. I’ll clean up this mess.”

“Okay, Unnie. Thank you. I learned a lot!”

“No problem.”

Minju leaves the door and the one main thing on her mind.

Dom or Sub?

I don’t know how to dom.

Maybe he can dom me.

One week later

Minju sits down at her seat at a café, sipping her morning coffee just waiting for her first class in the morning.

“Oh, Minju?”

“Oh, Hyewon-Unnie.”

Hyewon sits down at the seat across from Minju.

“So, have you done it yet?”

Minju gets nervous and whispers. “You mean have sex with him?”

“Yeah!”

“Unnie, not that loud. But not yet. I just started to umm… take the pills and I should be safe today.”

“Great, are you going to meet him tonight?”

“I haven’t talked to him yet. Maybe I can meet him in his class later.”

“Well, whatever you have to do. It has to be quick. Guys don’t like waiting.”

“You sure, Unnie?”

“Definitely, Trust me I know.”

“Okay. Then I’ll ask him for tonight? But what will be my excuse? It isn’t like I can just invite him over?”

“You’re in college Minju. There is only one thing you can do.”

“What is it?”

“Study sessions!”

“Study? Do you mean we have to talk about school?”

“Not all the time, you dummy! Study sessions means fuck sessions in college.”

“What do you mean? I always have study sessions with my friends.”

“Trust me if it is one on one with a guy. It only means one thing..”

“Hmmm….Okay! Thank you Unnie. I have to go to class now.”

“Bye, Minju.”

As Minju walks to her class early, she tries to recall everything that Hyewon told her and what she had learned from her “on-site demonstration”. But as she turns to the corner, she hits Haneul, making her drop her stuff.

“Oh, Minju sorry.” Haneul looks at Minju and then goes down to assist her to get her stuff.

“Oh, Haneul!” As they both gather Minju’s belongings they bump heads.

Haneul comes over and babies Minju. “Oh, Minju are you okay.”

Minju blushes at the caring gesture that she is receiving.

“Minju, I haven’t talked to you all week are you okay?”

“Okay? Of course! I’m okay.”

“Do you need any help? It seems like you need something.”

“I don’t—wait, actually. I do need help with an assignment I have.”

“Really. Sure I can help you.”

“Can we do it at my place tonight? My roommate is out of town, so we have the whole place to ourselves.”

“Sure okay.”

“You have my number. Just text me.”

“Okie, dokie.”

Haneul comes over to Minju’s dorm with a pack of ginger ale and a couple of bags of chips. He inspects the door for a second then he knocks on the door.

“Come in!”

He opens the door and sees Minju in her bathrobe.

“Ah— Minju.” Haneul closes his eyes in shock. “Ugh, are you going to the shower?”

“Uhhhh yes. Just sit down and wait for me.”

Minju quickly dashes to the bathroom but leaves the door unclosed.

As soon as Haneul knows Minju is inside the bathroom, he opens his eyes. “Minju, I brought a couple of drinks if that is okay.”

“Sure, just leave it on the table,” Minju shouts back.

“I also have chips.”

“Sure. Sure. Just on the table.”

Haneul just sits down at the table, scrolling thru his phone, and looking at Minju’s Instagram. Why? Over the week he has grown a fondness for her. Something about her draws Haneul to her and before he knew it. He had a crush. But he doesn’t entirely know if Minju reciprocates. Maybe he just thinks Minju is friendly with him.

Suddenly Minju opens the door, naked. Her whole body can be seen by Haneul. She tries to lead on the door and tries out the sexy pose she has been practicing.

He just sits there in shock, gobsmacked, and doesn’t know what to say or what to do. “Minju?”

Minju sees his distraught face and cannot stand it anymore. She runs back inside the bathroom but before she can close the door she slips and fall to the floor. She lay there in a fetal position, crying.

“Minju, are you okay?” Haneul runs over and collects Minju, putting her in his arms. Minju looks back at him, covering her breast with her arms and her pussy with her legs.

“Haneul, I cannot let you see me like this. I’m too ashamed of myself.”

“Don’t be Minju. What were you trying to do?”

“Umm… Hyewon-unnie told me to seduce you. That’s how to get you to like me.”

“Minju you don’t need to do that. I already like you. You don’t need to show off your sexy body. I’m not into just looks. I also look into the heart and the personality. And you have a good one.”

Minju sniffles and wipes her tears with her hand. “You like me? So, I don’t need to seduce you?”

Haneul uses his thumb to wipe the remaining tear on Minju’s cheek. “I do like you and you don’t need to seduce me.”

“But…but….”

“Yes, Minju?”

“I prepared so much for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to give you my flower.”

“Flower…?”

“Yes. I have been saving myself for you.”

“Minju, you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to do it for you.” Minju then leans in for a kiss. It is strong. It lures Haneul to Minju. They both kiss, it lasts for a second then it goes on for longer. Minju slowly releases her lips from Haneul’s and takes a deep breath.

“That was good, Minju.”

“I learned it from my Hyewon-unnie.”

“Did she teach you anything else?”

“Blowjob?”

“She taught you that?”

Minju leads Haneul to the bed and makes him sit down on the bed. She opens Haneul’s legs and looks at his eyes while he unbuttons his pants. “Hyewon-unnie told me to do this.” Minju then pulls down and removes Haneul’s pants. Now standing in front of her is Haneul’s cock. She mumbles. “It is smaller….”

“Wait…?!... what?! Smaller?!”

“Oh no! Haneul wait…okay I have to confess something.”

“Hmm?”

“I gave a blowjob before.”

“What?”

“No! No… it isn’t what you think. I didn’t like the guy. Hyewon-unnie just told me to try. But I promise nothing else happened. I just watched the rest.”

“For me, oral doesn’t count. So, you are still giving me you.”

Minju smiles and chuckles knowing Haneul is still happy with her. She looks back down at Haneul’s cock and inspects it. “It may be smaller but I don’t know how to handle this.”

“At least my pride isn’t hurt that much.”

“It’s still big, Haneul. Just let me try first.” Minju then opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. First with a lick. Her tongue comes from the base to the tip then she plays with the tip. Her hand slowly grips onto Haneul’s cock and slowly pumps it. At the same pace as Minju swirls her tongue. Minju slowly drops her tongue to the bottom to the base of his shaft then draws her tongue out of his cock.

Haneul lets out a definite groan as Minju completes the first motion. She then bobs her head up and down. Increases her pace as she pumps his cock faster and faster. She sucks as much as she can. Slurping sounds comes out of Minju’s mouth and she pulls Haneul closer to her on the edge. Her tongue moves around his cock, swirling like an ice cream preparing on a cone.

Haneul with him almost as his climax cups Minju’s cheeks, squeezing it showing off a cute face, and pulls it up to him and kisses it. He pulls her down to the bed as he pushes his tongue inside Minju. He breaks the kiss. “You give a great blowjob, you kiss great. I have to buy Hyewon lunch.”

Both Haneul and Minju jump to the bed. Hanuel quickly undoes his shirt, tossing it away. Not he can feel Minju’s breasts pressing against his chest. He resumes the kiss as his handle lingers down from Minju’s face to her waist and then down to her ass.

“Hold on do you have a condom?”

“No need. Hyewon-unnie told me guys likes it raw.”

“Well not if it makes you pregnant.”

“I’m on the pill dont worry.”

“Okay I trust you.” Haneul changes his tone to tease Minju. “Now, you are going to give me your flower?”

“You Don’t have to tease me. I’m just new to it.”

“Don’t worry. It is fine.” Haneul pulls up from the bed and kisses Minju on the lips.

Minju sits up on Haneul’s crotch with his cock in front of her. She props her legs up to line up her pussy on top of Hanel’s cock. She slowly pushes herself down. All the pain she is experiencing is slowing in her face.

“Minju, you don’t have to do this if it hurts.”

“No. I can handle this just wait.”

Minju then pushes herself more, finally going as deep as she can. When she gets fully penetrated, she smiles. Her pain turns into pleasure. She finally gets what she wants. Full penetration with Haneul.

She moves up and down. Her knees are on the bed, making all the movements for her. Her breasts jiggle. Both Minju and Haneul moan in pleasure. They both interlock their hands together. This helps Minju with her balance just in case she falls over. But regardless, all of her pleasure points get stimulated while Haneul’s cock is getting sensitive by the second, letting him release heavier and heavier breaths.

Minju’s legs grow more and more tired. Haneul notices that and switches position by grabbing onto Minju and flipping her to the bed. Now he is on top of her with his hands on either side of her.

“This is called missionary right?”

“You studied a lot for this.”

“Of course. I did.” Minju places her hand on Hanuel’s cheek. “I would for you—”

Haneul smashes his hips onto Minju. Minju’s face shows a hint of some pain returning to her but as soon as it’s over she goes back to her pleasured state.

With her face smiling, Haneul goes back on thrusting into Minju. He moves faster and faster. His cock touches the deepest parts of Minju. It gets it so deep you can feel her womb already.

“Fuck!” Minju shouts.

“Minju is cursing already?”

“Shut up! It’s so good yet ugh— so painful.”

“I can stop if you want.”

“No, go-go. It feels so gooood!”

He resumes thrusting. He can feel Minju’s walls constricting. It gets tighter and tighter as Minju’s walls get used more and more. As before Minju’s breast jiggle but this time from the force that Haneul is putting on Minju.

“Minju…Minju….Minju….I’m going to cum soon. Where do you want it?!”

“Inside. I know you want it. Don’t worry about me. Remember, I’m on the pill!” Minju reassurese Haneul.

“I think I’m in love with you already.”

Minju smiles but doesn’t know if that is what he really means, or if he is just saying that because she is going to cum. But whatever is on her mind is gone after a second as her pleasure points get stimulated.

“Okay, Minju. I’m going to burst!”

Soon, Haneul sees explode inside Minju. He shoots every drop inside, dumping as much as he can. He leaves his cock inside for longer allowing his throbbing cock to unload the rest.

After finishing, Haneul drops beside Minju’s small bed. “Minju, you’re amazing”

“Thank you.”

“Not just your pussy but you’re amazing.”

“I know.” Minju tucks her hair.

Haneul kisses her one more time.

“Good thing it is Saturday tomorrow. I can cuddle with you all night.”

“I’d love that.”

“Goodnight, Minju.”

“Goodnight, Haneul.”

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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That Scar Hurt By The Way

Pairing: Nikita Zadorov x Reader

Summary: In a world where everyone has a soulmate link, you happened to luck out with a pain link.

Word Count: 1424

Warnings: None I think. It is an AU though.

Request: From ANON I need soulmate and or were! fics so bad any player!😍😍🥞🥞

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Soulmates. A term used to describe two people who were meant to be with each other. Can be used platonically but more common when referring to romantic relationships.

No-one knows when it began but these days, people were born with a link to their soulmate. There were different links you could have. Marks shared by the two. Person A draws on themselves and it appears on person B. One is singing/listening to a song and the other can hear it. Some have a measure of how much danger their partner is in.

You were born with the pain sharing and matching scars link. Growing up, you’d have random bruises popping up on your body. At random points through the years, you’d feel bursts of pain before the bruises arose. They became more frequent in your later teens and early adulthood. And more painful.

There was one instance in particular that you vividly remember. 7th of November 2019. You were going about your day, teaching one of your grade 10 classes, when you felt something hit you in the face. Your hands flew to your lip. The pain was extensive.

“Miss!” One of the girls shouted as the class watched you hunch over.

“Are you okay?”

You worked up the courage to pull your hands away from your jaw. Blood. And a lot of it. “I–”

“I’m going to get Miss Allen.”

Julie, one of your students, helped you to your desk and handed you the trash can. The pain became too much. Vomiting despite trying to hold it in. Your students whisper, worried about you. The sound of heels rushing to your class made you groan.

“Okay guys,” Lily, your colleague and close friend, called. She clapped her hands to gain the class’ attention. “Can you please make your way next door to Mrs. Harrison’s class. She knows you are coming. Hurry please.”

Lily made her way over to you, towel in hand. You looked up at her. “Hi.”

“Hey, you look like you took a puck to the face,” She jokes.

You hold the towel to your face wound and give her a glare. “Thanks.”

“Let’s get you to the hospital,” Lily states. “I have Hayley covering my class. And Nick is coming to pick up your class.”

15 stitches later and some strong medication helped you push through. That’s the day that won't leave your mind. You now have a permanent scar over your chin and lip that you try to cover daily. Makeup has become your best friend. Since then you have struggled with your self image. Men would cringe away, disgusted, when they saw the scar.

Despite your quite obvious soulmate link, it was years after that event that you had met him. Nikita Zadorov. A Russian NHL defenseman for the Calgary Flames. Six foot five. Brown hair. Chocolate brown eyes.

You moved to Canada to teach recently. Better pay. Calgary to be precise. And one day at the end of the school year, you had to cover for a PE class. You were told it was going to be an easy cover since there were a couple guests coming to talk to the grade 10 group. A couple of hockey players. Sure, you had watched hockey but not to a crazy extent. The class though… excitement. It was all they have been talking about for weeks. God forbid having these students after this period.

“I have your guests here,” One of the office ladies called as she entered the gym.

In walked three guys wearing Calgary Flames merch. You smile, offering your hand and name.

“Tyler Toffoli.”

“Jacob Markstrom.”

Then he stepped forward. I mean it was hard not to notice him. But the first thing that caught your eye was the scar on his jaw. One that happened to match yours. “Nikita Zadorov.”

“Hi…” Before you could shake his hand or say anything else the students started coming in. “Guys come sit down and you’ll get to talk to them at the end of class.”

“And signatures?” One of the boys asked.

“Yes. And signatures.”

You got to sit at the back watching over the students and observing. You needed to find out more about the tall defenseman. Without you noticing either, Zadorov kept glancing at you. The class finally got to question time where they were firing off all types of questions, about hockey, about the team. But one piqued your interest.

“How did you get that scar?” One of the students asked Zadorov.

The man chuckled, “I got a puck to the face back at the start of the 2019-2020 season.”

Thanks to his words, you were thrown back into that memory. The pain. The healing process. You were basically 100% sure he was your soulmate. But there was one way of confirming it. Pain. A pinch to your arm. Nothing too extreme but it was enough to make him jump in surprise. One that you noticed.

The bell rang, indicating the end of the period and the start of lunch. The students finally left, and you went forward to thank them for coming in. They were staying for the last period to talk to another class, but you wouldn’t be covering.

“Thank you for today. The kids loved it,” You hummed. “It was an honour.”

“I don’t want to be annoying, but do you have a scar on your lip?” Toffoli asked.

It caught you out. Too nervous to say anything. “I mean yeah, I got it years ago. Puck to the face. You know the drill.” You didn’t mean to say the puck bit, but you couldn’t think of any other excuse. Bloody Lily and her joke.

“Same as me,” Zadorov smiled.

“Yeah…”

“Soulmates,” Markstrom grinned.

Zadorov pinches himself without you realising. You didn’t jump but you rubbed where he pinched. “You are my soulmate.”

“I think so… That scar hurt by the way.”

Neither of you could believe it. Your soulmate.

“Can I see it?” Zadorov asked shyly. He remembered how badly it hurt. To know you also felt it. God that hurt him more than the actual injury. “The scar I mean.”

You guided him to your class where you could have the conversation in private. The other two dropped off at the staff room for some lunch. You sat down at your desk and pulled out your makeup wipes. Using your phone camera as a mirror, you wiped off your makeup covering the scar.

“May I?”

After agreeing, Zadorov’s hand comes to cup your jaw. Sparks filled your bodies, the soulmate touch. So gentle. Lightly ghosting your skin. His thumb grazed the scar. The dented lines across your lips and down your chin. One scar matching his.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, feeling his heart break once more.

When it first happened, he was aware that his soulmate was experiencing this at the same time. The pain accelerated because of this knowledge. Every time he looked in the mirror, he imagined what it would look like on another person. His soulmate. But to finally see it on them, the pain returned. He did this to you.

You smile softly, “It’s okay.”

“15 stitches,” he muttered.

“7th November 2019.”

Zadorov, still cupping your jaw, leaned in. Pressing his forehead to yours. “Tell me about it.”

“I was teaching back in Anchorage. End of the day. A grade 10 class. They’re probably scarred for life. Just feeling that sudden pain, hunching over covering my lip and jaw. But that pain had me vomiting. My friend had to take me to hospital. She even made a joke that it was like I took a puck to the face.”

“Well, you did,” Zadorov offers, “Kind of, anyway.”

Your class door opened and there stood your favourite colleague with Toffoli and Markstrom behind her. “When they said Zadorov had met his soulmate and it was the PE teacher, was a little shocked thinking it was Mr. Paulson for a hot sec.”

“Yes Big Z,” Toffoli grinned, messing with the defenseman’s hair.

Zadorov pushed his teammate away with a roll of his eyes. “Leave us alone.”

“Can’t do sadly, bell is about to go so we have to head to the gym.”

You got an expectant look which made you shake your head. “I’m not covering for the next class. I have one of my own.”

“Can I see you after?” Zadorov asked.

“I hope you’d want to,” You laugh.

“Out of all the soulmate links to have, we have this. But I’m thankful it’s you.”

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everyl1ttleth1ng · 13 hours

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For reasons I will blame on a tweet that said “I just saw someone refer to TS and TK as ‘The English teacher and PE teacher getting it on’ AND I LOST MY MIND” and one of Taylor’s many amazing new songs on TTPD, “So High School,” it appears that I have joined the ranks of the psychos writing fanfiction about real people. We do AUs pretty well here on tumblr so, in this alternative universe of mine, the names, appearances and some elements of what is publicly known about these real people have been borrowed from actual reality and used to populate an entirely fictional story about teachers in a cross-discipline romance. Obvs I do not know any of my “actors” in real life and obvs this is not meant, in any way, to speculate about any of the named people’s actual lives. Also, some of my “actors” are just identified by their first names here but they are all played by real people in my head and you’ll probably pick ‘em if you’re even vaguely aware of actors, musicians and prominent figures across and around the NFL. And it’s set in the high school that Devi Vishwakumar goes to because, why not?

…

“She’s back,” announced Dalton, slumping into his chair and dropping his head dramatically onto his desk amid a tangle of whistles.

Pat chuckled. “Sorry dude, I was going to warn you but I never thought she’d agree to sub so soon after getting back into the country. Tammy must be desperate to cover classes. The poor girl’s probably still jet-lagged.”

“She doesn’t look jet-lagged,” muttered Dalton without lifting his head. “She looks like her perfect Disney Princess self, just more tanned from a year under the Spanish sun.”

“Dude,” said Pat, shaking his head. “Sometimes I wonder if PE is the right spot for you. You’re still young, it’s probably not too late to switch to something more dramatic.”

Travis looked from one colleague to the other. “What am I missing here?”

“Dalton has a crush,” said Pat. “It’s kind of endearing. She’s only a full decade older than he is and completely out of his league.”

“Shut up,” groaned Dalton.

“Knock, knock!” called a voice from the staff room doorway. “Paging Mr Travis Kelce.”

“English teachers?” said Travis, getting to his feet, his tone incredulous. “Are my eyes playing tricks on me or is that a pair of lost English teachers at our door? What are you two doing slumming it over on our side of the school?”

Dalton looked up in wide-eyed horror which quickly turned to relief when he saw which of the English teachers it was, or rather, wasn’t.

“Hey, Trav,” said Jack, accepting the embrace the bigger man offered with a grin and thumping him warmly on the back. “Em and I are worried we might have developed some kind of Stockholm Syndrome since our shared week on Grade Seven Camp. We really miss you, buddy.”

“Jack and all his pretentious poet friends are used to looking down on jocks. Now that he’s embroiled in a bromance with one, he’s finding it all very confusing.” Emma waited until Travis had released her from her hug before she added, “And we’re here to use you for your access to sports equipment.”

“Hurtful,” said Travis. “But it’s nice to have you guys visiting me in my staff room for a change. I kind of stick out like a sore thumb in yours.”

Jack snorted. “You know those old ladies love you.”

“They’ve started bringing in packets of those chocolate cookies you like just in case you pop by,” said Emma. “Better not leave them hanging, Trav.”

“Cookies, huh? Ok, I’ll be round tomorrow recess.”

“Nah, that won’t work,” said Emma. “Taylor swans in for thirty seconds this morning in a sleep-deprived haze-”

In the background Dalton surreptitiously lifted his head off the desk, the faint imprint of a whistle on his cheek.

“- mentions she watched Dead Poets Society on the plane ride home from Spain and suddenly they're all selecting extracts of poetry, dusting off an old gramophone and sending us over here to you lot to borrow some soccer balls.”

Travis looked from Jack to Emma with a bemused expression on his face. “Am I the idiot here if I have absolutely no idea what you two are talking about?”

“I know!” piped up Dalton. “Are you guys gonna recreate that scene with Robin Williams on the oval?” He nodded knowingly. “Iconic. I should tell Taylor I’m a fan too.”

Pat laughed. “Yeah, Dalton, you should. And maybe Taylor could come over while you watch the movie with your girlfriend. Remember her?”

Dalton glared at him then resignedly dropped his head back to the surface of his desk.

“Who’s Taylor?” asked Travis. “Is she another one of the old ladies with the cookies?”

Dalton scoffed dramatically, muffled though it was.

Pat cackled. “You okay there, Kinkaid?”

Emma pushed on Travis’ arm to get him moving. “C’mon, we’ve all gotta get to our homerooms eventually. We’ll explain while you take us to the soccer balls.”

…

“You are a lifesaver, my girl,” said Tammy, patting Taylor fondly on the arm. “I cannot thank you enough for coming in today.”

Taylor pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes and blinked sleepily. “What if I fall asleep on them? You don’t understand. I think it’s a real danger!”

Tammy laughed. “Hard to fall asleep in PE. Besides, you’re just there for the supervision ratio given that this is all of Grade 8 combined. Travis will have it all under control.”

“Travis?” asked Taylor. “Am I so tired that I’ve forgotten the name of a guy I’ve worked with for six years or is this someone new?”

Tammy looked up from her laptop in surprise. “Oooh, no, you wouldn’t have met Travis yet. He’s an old friend of Pat’s from college. Apparently they used to play football together. When Bill retired at the end of last year, Pat put in a call to his buddy and this place has not been the same since.”

Taylor nodded. “Ok, yes, this is sounding familiar. Britt did mention that some old friend of Pat’s had started at Sherman Oaks and that he was always at their place. I’m a bit worried he might have muscled into my spot at Friday Night Wine.”

Tammy considered her a moment. “So did you meet anyone in Spain? On your big single girl adventure?”

“I mean, I did.” Taylor shrugged. “He was nice, I guess, but nothing really came of it. We went our separate ways after a month or so. If I’d found the one, I might not have come home.” Taylor narrowed her eyes. “Hang on, why do you ask? What does this have to do with PE?”

Tammy patted her hand and handed her the class attendance papers. “You’ll see. Let’s go introduce you to Travis.”

“Okaaay,” said Taylor warily, as she followed Tammy dutifully out of her office. “You’re the boss, Mrs Reid. I’ll just grab a coffee and meet you there.”

…

The local school district’s baseball competition had half the PE staff out at a neighbouring school for most of the school day and long into the afternoon but Travis wasn’t worried, even in the face of all the Grade 8 PE classes combined. Tammy would find him a spare adult or two to stand around the edge of the gym and take care of supervision and he would get to teach more of his favourite unit - Grade 8 Dance. Last combined lesson they’d learned the Electric Slide and totally nailed it. Today he was gonna make the kids partner up and learn the Cha Cha.

He plugged his phone into the sound system and cued up his playlist of Latin beats, cranking the volume as high as it would go, then headed over to unlock the gym doors and usher in the waiting students.

“Mr Kelce?” a familiar voice called from the gym entrance once the students had all shuffled in.

Travis turned to see the wife of his former football coach, now one of the Sherman Oaks deputy principals, waving to him. “Mrs Reid!” he boomed back, dancing his way over to her. “Come and cha cha with me. Let’s show these kids how it’s done.”

The older woman laughed and said, “Why not?” momentarily placing her ever-present sheaf of paperwork on a table near the door and giving him her hand.

The kids whooped and cheered as they watched Travis demonstrate how to be the perfect dance partner. He had particularly high hopes for these Grade 8 boys. They sorely needed a good example of how to treat other people, especially girls, and he hoped he could fill that role for them. The song playing came to an end and he spun Tammy out into the middle of the floor so they could both bow extravagantly, hamming it up for the student reaction.

“Let’s thank my extraordinary partner one more time,” Travis called. “Give it up for Mrs Reid!”

Tammy waved and curtsied then grinned at Travis and made her way toward her pile of papers and the door.

“Ok, get yourself into the grid we learnt last week,” Travis instructed as he walked over to the sound system to cue up Shania Twain’s Man, I Feel Like a Woman. “We’re gonna warm up with a few rounds of the Electric Slide and I know that you guys are awesome at this so make sure to give it your own flair!”

He cued up a few songs to follow, mainly chosen to give the students a laugh. He chuckled to himself as he selected Vanilla Ice’s Ice Ice Baby and Kool and the Gang’s Get Down On It.

Raising his eyes from his phone and looking over the heads of the line dancing students, he saw a statuesque blonde woman walk through the gym doors, a huge smile on her face as she took in their enthusiastic movement.

“Ms Swift?” cried out one of the girls. “You’re back!”

“Hi, Sophie!” she replied, waving as she made her way around the outside of the grid towards Travis. “Keep dancing! We’ll catch up later!”

Travis suddenly didn’t know what to do with his hands. He barely stopped himself from shoving his phone into the pocket of his shorts and disconnecting the cable to the sound system.

“Hi,” she said as she drew near, smiling broadly and holding out a hand to him. “I’m Taylor.”

“Travis,” he replied, taking her slender hand in his. “Nice to meet you.”

…

“Hey Trav,” said Jack, wearily looking up from the pile of papers he was grading. “Em’s around here somewhere if you’ve come to get the soccer balls back. Thanks for that by the way.”

Travis waved a hand. “No rush. Was it a success? Should I be worried I’m gonna lose half my football team to poetry or whatever?”

Emma’s head appeared over the top of the partition dividing their desks. “Not if their essays are anything to go by,” she said dryly, yanking off her massive headphones.

“Oh, hey, Em. Didn’t see you there.”

She gestured with the headphones. “That was kind of the idea. I was laying low. But then I remembered how much I hate marking and how much more fun it is talking to you.”

Travis grinned. “So, it seems you two left out a crucial piece of information when you were talking up your pal, Taylor, this morning.”

Both sets of tired eyes lit up.

“You’ve met her already?” asked Jack excitedly. “What did we leave out?”

Travis rubbed at the back of his neck, smiling shyly. “Neither of you told me she was gorgeous.”

Emma whooped. “I’m gonna get some of those cookies.”

Jack grinned, shoving his pile of papers aside and leaning back in his desk chair. “Tell us everything,” he said.

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