#but then said whats up to me in the halls??? n i accidentally ignored him but still

[chiistarri]

he's so confusing

[classyrbf]

um...ugh... um... anal with professor!nanami... teaching you some respect yk... yeah... in his office, scolding you while prepping on his fingers... yeah...

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PROFESSOR NANAMI #2 — NANAMI KENTO

SYNOPSIS...after unknowingly having sex with your professor before the first day of college, you find yourself avoiding him in attempts to save yourself from embarrassment, but when you fail your first quiz, he’s quick to see you after class

INFO...professor!nanami x fem!reader, anal, first time, nanami is a little mean, rough sex, degradation, clit rubbing, spanking, creampie, no p in v, overstim, panty ripping, fucking in his office, possessiveness (?), not proofread

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it’s been weeks since your first interaction with professor nanami. You were surprised that he hadn’t noticed you or even called you out for being his student. Maybe he just decided to ignore it all together and move on with his life to save both of you from embarrassment. If so, thank god. There’s no way he’s gone a month without grading papers and seeing your name, let alone just seeing you in the crowd of students. It’d be a miracle.

But he does notice, he’s noticed since day one when you tried to sneakily hide your face at the end of class, rushing out the door. Was he shocked? Of course. You never said you were a college student, especially at this college. But what are the odds he’d end up being your professor? He finds it funny. Lately, he’s been finding every excuse to talk to you without making it look suspicious and thankfully for him, you failed your first quiz.

He’s calling down students to his desk to give them their papers, finally landing on yours, a big fat ‘F’ in the corner of it. “Y/n,” he calls out, waving the sheet. Your figure enters his sight, carefully walking down the lecture hall stairs. Slowly, he lifts his head, glasses hanging low on his nose. “See me after class.” He hands you the paper, an expressionless look on his face.

If the ‘F’ in the corner of your paper immediately caught your attention and you felt like you wanted to collapse right then and there. Really? You flunked your first quiz? And your professor, who you accidentally fucked, now sees how dumb you are? Life couldn’t get any more worse. “Okay,” you murmur, walking back to your seat with shaky hands while he calls another student.

An hour passes, and everyone else is gathering their things to head back to their dorms or their next class for the day. Your eyes tread on Nanami carefully, hoping if he’s distracted enough, you can sneak away. He tidies up the papers on his desk, pushing his glasses up. You attempt to blend it with the crowd, leaving, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

“Miss y/n,” his voice rings in your ears, making you stop in your tracks. “Please, come here.” He folds arms across his chest, leaning against the front of his desk as he intently watches you walk towards him, barely able to look him in the eye. The last student leaves, the lecture hall completely empty, nothing but silence. “Into my office,” he orders, squinting at you.

You thickly swallow, your mouth dry and your heart pounding against your chest as you follow behind him. He shuts the door behind you, the click of the lock making you even more nervous. The smell of his expensive cologne wafts past you, the same cologne he was wearing the night you two met. “You think I haven’t noticed you hiding away from me?” He steps towards you, making you step away in return. “I’ll admit, I was a little shocked to see your face in my class of students,” he chuckled, trapping you between the wall and him. “I feel like some type of pervert. Fucking one of my students in my car? I should feel horrible, devastated even.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I should’ve told you I was—” You can’t even finish your sentence, your nerves making you stumble over your words. How are you so shy around him now, but you weren’t too shy to fuck him?

“Everytime I look at you in class, all I think about is that night. You know how fucking hard it is to try and not get a hard on in the middle of class?” He grits his teeth. His grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him, his dark eyes boring into hours. He takes your hand, allowing you to feel his semi hard cock through his slacks. “You feel that? That’s what you fucking do to me.” The warmth of your hand makes him shudder.

“It was an accident, that night was just supposed to be a one time thing,” you tried to argue, but deep down, you never wanted it to be, not with how hard he made you cum while whispering such dirty things in your ear.

“No, no,” he shakes his head, smiling. “You’ve been a bad fucking girl lately. Ignoring me, failing your quiz, what were you thinking? You need to be taught a lesson,” he huffs. His larger hand yanks you over to his desk, a smell yelp escaping your lips when pushes down, holding you there. He lightly traces his fingertips against your skin, goosebumps appearing. He pushes up your skirt, getting a good view of your ass, and the cute lace thong you’re wearing underneath. “Is this what you wear to class?” He question, pulling back the fabric and letting it snap back onto your skin.

A crack in the air breaks the silence, his hand smacking your ass, making you jolt forward. “Ah!” You whimper, your skin stinging from the contact. He wastes no time to swat his hand over your ass again, hitting the same spot. “Mmmph!” You bite down on your lower lip.

His broad chest presses against your back, his lips ghosting against your ear. “You ready to be a good girl yet?” He spanks you again, the sting making you squirm beneath him. “I’ll take that as a no.” He smack the other cheek three times back ro back, a muffled cry escaping from your lips. His eyes wander down to your pussy, noticing the wet spot on your panties. “Is that what you’re expecting? Expecting me to fuck this pretty little pussy today? You got it all wrong. Bad girls don’t get fucked in their dripping cunt.” With ease, he rips your panties off, discarding the fabric to the floor.

“I’m sorryyy,” you whine, hips wiggling in hold as he spreads your ass to get a good look at your holes. Your pussy is glistening, tempting him, reminding him of how warm and tight you are, but he shouldn’t reward you with what you want. He can’t. You gasp, feel his warm spit drip onto your asshole, a foreign feeling to you. Was he seriously going to fuck you in your ass right now? The pad of his thumb rubbed in his spit, his free hand undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. “Please, Professor Nanami,” you whimper, looking over your shoulder to see he already has his cock out.

He smears his precum against your ass, slapping the head of cock against it, growling at the sensation. He spreads your ass again, prodding his cock against your hole. He lifts one of your legs onto his desk, trying to stretch you as much as possible. You’re a whining, dripping mess. He spits once more on your puckering hole, slowly pushing himself in. “Ahhh, fuckkk,” he groans, his tip pushing inside.

“Nnnghh! Slow! Slow!” You cry out, reaching your hand back in attempts to stop him, but he just keeps stretching you open with his thick cock, letting you feel every inch without stopping. If it’s hurts so bad why does it feel so good? He’s already so deep inside you, his pelvis pressed against your ass, letting you feel his throbbing cock against your walls. “Oh my god, I can feel it,” you moan, bewildered by the fact he was actually inside you.

He pulls his hips back all the way, before fully thrusting back into you. “So fucking tight, hah…shit,” he pants, hooking his arm around yours, and holding them in place as he pounds into you. “Look at the fucking ass,” he grunts, smacking it before groping the burning flesh in his palm.

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You never knew getting fucked in the ass would feel this good. Though, it was still torture. Your pussy was still dripping, eager for any ounce of attention. Each thrust has your mind turning into mush by the second. It’s hurts so fucking good, you’re confused whether to moan or be on the verge of tears. “Please, please, I’m sorry!” You cry out. The duality of this man was beyond you. He so easily can go from whispering praises in your ear to treating you like a complete whore.

“Shh, shh, just take my fucking cock. This is what you get when you don’t behave,” he rasps out, pulling you back on his cock, leaving you no room to run away from the intense pleasure.

“Ah! Ah! Fuckkk! I can’t, I can’t!” Tears prick the corner of your eyes, your hand balling into fists, nails digging into your palms. His cock rams into your ass, you poor pussy clenching around nothing. Your brows furrow in pleasure, completely awestruck by the pleasure. Your skin is hot to the touch, that familiar pit forming in your stomach. “Mmph, I’m…I’m gonna cum!” You whimper.

“Don’t you dare cum. You don’t deserve to fucking cum for acting the way you did. Hold it,” he barks in your ear, breath fanning against your skin and sending a shiver down your spine. He’s completely unfair, his cock still fucking you so deep, making it harder for you to keep control.

You shake your head, jaw falling slack as the pleasure builds and builds, ready to spill over the edge. “Please! I’m gonna cummm!” You cry out, looking back at him, desperation written all over your face. “Ah! Ah! Please, Professor Nanami,” your eyes flicker down to his lips. “Let me cum, please,” you beg and beg, hoping he has a sliver of mercy. He smirks at your attempts, his hand reaching between your legs while you’re distracted and rubbing your swollen clit just make you break even more. His rubbing in messy circles, putting just enough pressure to make your brain fuzzy. “No, no! Oh my god, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cummmmahhh!” Before you know it, you’re spasming on his cock, body writhing beneath him, your eyes rolling back.

Nanami is completely aware you couldn’t hold back, he knows you had no other choice but to fully let go and feel the intoxicating high of your orgasm. So he keeps rubbing your sensitive clit while fucking your tight little ass, your body falling forward on his desk. Your pussy drips with your cum, creaming around nothing while you drool over his scattered papers. He hold your head down, fingers entangled in your hair watching the way his cock stretches your hole open. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?” He snarkily says, shaking his head at you.

Incoherent babbling is all that you muster, heavy eyes barely blinking open. You were being fucked stupid in real time. His cock was all that you could feel and think of. So sit there, taking his cock, trying to right your wrongs and be a good girl for him while he uses your ass. You notice his thrusts growing sloppier and harder, hips smacking against your ass and echoing through the room. “Shittt,” he tosses his head back, licking his lips. He halts his movements, slowly sliding his cock out. You whine at the loss of feeling, looking back at him with pleading eyes. He spreads your ass, taking a look at your gaping hole, pulsing for him. “Your ass looks so fucking good stretched from my cock, baby.” He chuckles, smirking to himself like he’s proud of his work.

You lazily smile at him, biting down on your lower lip as you watch him spit on his cock, easily sliding back into your ass. “Ohhhhh,” your eyes roll back when you feel full of him again, his bruising grip on your hips pulling you back on his cock. “Yes, yes,” you huff, whining and whimpering when he starts sloppily thrusting into you again.

He looks down at you, his glasses slipping down his nose in the process, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. “Be a good girl and take all my cum in your ass, baby,” he moans, his hand now squeezing the plump flesh of your ass. “Shit, I’m so fucking close,” he breathes, chest heaving up and down with every labored breath.

“Cum in me! I’ll be your good girl, Professor! Want you to fill me up so badly,” you mewl. His abs flex, hips jolting when he pushes every inch of his cock deep inside you, settling there as hot spurts of his cock fill your ass. “Ughhh yesss!” You smile, his moans and grunts making your pussy tingle. His cock throbs inside you as he slowly pulls out, some of his cum dripping out and down to your cunt. “Mmm, fuck,” you giggle.

He spanks your ass multiple times, making sure to give each cheek equal treatment. “I think you learned your lesson,” he gruffly said, pulling you up towards him and pressing a slow kiss to your lips. “That pretty ass is gonna remember the shape of my cock forever, you understand? It’s mine.” He grips your jaw, forcing you to face him. You meekly nod your head, biting the inside of your cheek. “Good.” He pecks your lips again. His eyes wander down to his watch, looking at the time. “Ten minutes till my next class. I need to freshen up.”

“Um…I have no panties,” you blurt out, reminding him that he had ripped them off of you earlier. “I can’t go to my next class with your cum dripping out my ass, Professor. What would everyone else think?” You smirk, sitting on top of his desk.

“Fuck,” he whispers, running a hand through his hair. “Listen, stay in here until my class is over and don’t make a sound.” He gives you a warning look, raising a brow at you. “I’ll drive you back to your apartment after.”

“Fine.” You smile, pecking his cheek.

“I have to run to the bathroom, okay? Behave,” he orders, glaring at you.

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[enzosbabyangel]

“Want me to teach you?”

𐙚Summary: You’re hogwarts good girl and Mattheo sees you at a party, leading to him teaching you how to give somebody(him) a blowjob.

𐙚a/n: repost from my old account, not read over or anything so their might still be spelling errors. i’m gonna be focusing on reposting some things from my old blog for now 💞

𐙚Content warning: partying, hints at Mattheo having a crush on reader for awhile, blowjob, overall kind of vanilla, possible dubcon(Both Mattheo and reader are drunk.), Soft Mattheo, again, very vanilla!, 18+ ONLY, MDNI

You stumbled your way into the empty classroom, the other man kicking the door closed with his foot as the two of you’s tongues fought for dominance. Your heart beating unimaginably fast in your chest. You feel his soft grasp on your waist as you two pulled back for air.

A grin formed on his face as he looked at your flush face and already kiss swollen lips. “You have no idea how long i wanted this.” He said before kissing you again, not giving you a chance to respond.

Maybe it was a good thing you came to this party instead of studying tonight..,

You take a deep breath as you walked into the crowded party. Already feeling the blisters forming on your feet from the heels you were wearing, The loud music blaring, you recognized the song as ‘Talk dirty’ by Jason Derulo. You rolled your eyes at the obscene words of the song as you squeezed your way past the groups of dancing students from various houses. Exams were coming up which means you typically wouldn’t be skipping your nightly studying, however tonight was a special exception. After the upcoming exams next week, it’s graduation. These are your final two weeks that you’ll ever be spending here at hogwarts. The thought put a deep, never ending pit into your stomach. Over the years hogwarts has became your home, the thought of not eating breakfast in the great hall while talking with your friends felt like a bizarre, ‘never happening’ thought. You couldn’t imagine not hearing Draco and Harry getting into their daily arguments and scuffles during classes. And most of all, you’ve grown used to these people, especially one certain boy.

You made your way over to the drinks. The thoughts of graduating made your stomach do flips that you desperately wanted to drink away. You combined a bit of each drink, making the drink look a brownish colour. You swished it around in the cup as you stood there. Your eyes sweeping over all the students you could manage to see.

You didn’t see him, the one guy you wanted to see the most. You knew you shouldn’t be too worried about it. He never missed a party, but what if he suddenly wanted to focus on his studies instead? or maybe he saw you and he left? maybe he actually couldn’t stand you?

Before you managed to get too caught up in your thoughts you saw your friend Angelina Johnson coming over, she was wearing a low cut black dress with a deep v neck, her toned, thin body on display. The sweat that formed on her body and the lights from the party together made her skin glow with a variety of colours. You suddenly felt overdressed as you looked down at your own light baby blue silk dress that covered your thighs and stomach.

“Girl! you came, i knew you wouldn’t miss this.” She said as she stumbled over to you, drink in hand.

“Yeah. Just felt weird to stay in my dorm studying all night when i might not even see any of these people again.” You said with a chuckle as you took a sip of your drink. It sent a tingling sensation down your throat and into your body. You haven’t drank in a while, probably since last year’s Christmas party.

“I get it.” Angelina agreed as she topped up her own drink. “I’m glad you came.” She added genuinely with a smile before grabbing your wrist with a grin, “But you are NOT staying here all night.” She added, already pulling you with her, ignoring the other bodies in her way as you muttered apologies when you guys bumped into people. Accidentally knocking some peoples drinks onto the floor, causing you and Angelina to giggle as the two of you rushed further away in the direction of your friends.

You finally reached all your other friends who were further off towards the left of the room. You said hello to your friends before taking another sip of your drink, the overall atmosphere getting to you as you started to enjoy yourself more.

As time went on you started loosening up, drinking more, dancing with your friends. The loud music having a variety of different songs that matched the atmosphere. Other students slowly started leaving to the dorms or washrooms to hook up. Draco was making out with Astoria against the wall like a duo of horny dogs. And that’s where you spotted him.

Mattheo Riddle. The infamous ‘prince’ of Slytherin, son of the dark lord. a bit of a tit, or ‘manwhore’ as your friends call him. Constantly attending parties instead of studying. Constantly having new ‘girlfriends’. A complete asshole to others.

Well atleast that’s how others describe him. they weren’t exactly wrong, but you personally never had any bad experiences with him. He could be tit, yes, but he was never necessarily rude. He was kind of nice in a way. In a charming way. The perfect amount of Goofy, nice, and cold. Not Fred and George Weasley level of goofy. Not Neville Longbottom level of nice. Not Theodore Nott level of cold. The way his hair was always perfectly curled. His perfect white teeth that lit up the room when he smiled. Or maybe it’s just because you’ve had a big, fat, tv school girl type crush on him since second year.

He was leaning against the side of the fire place, Next to Astoria and Draco. He was alone though, no girl practically dry humping his leg this time. From where you stood you had the perfect view of his side profile as he lit up a cigarette, struggling slightly to get the lighter to work properly. His red solo cup resting on the top of the fireplace next to him. It was like everyone else in the room was nonexistent as you admired the man just a mere couple feet away from you. You didn’t realize your staring until you were forced out of your daze with a rough nudge to your shoulder.

“Seriously? daydreaming about the dark lords son?” Angelina joked light-heartedly as she glanced over in Mattheos direction. You blushed as you looked at her and back to Mattheo

“Uh- No… just noticed him, that’s all.” You brush off. Rubbing your arm uncomfortably with the humid temperature of the party. You couldn’t help but sneak another glance at Mattheo as you swore you saw him look at you out of the corner of your eye.

“Good. You could do so much better than the local slytherin manwhore.” Angelina joked, before standing up from her spot on the little bench, pulling you up with her. “Come on girls! let’s dance instead of sit around like a bunch of bums, last party ‘till graduation.”

And then the night went on. You danced for what felt like forever with your friends. completely forgetting about the fact you’re all going to need to grow up in a couple weeks. That some of you were moving to completely different countries soon after graduation. You all just enjoyed each other’s company, talking to some of the other students that you guys were friends with but not tight nit. Gradually different girls in your friend group dispersed, going off with random guys or their boyfriends to hook up. until eventually it was just you, Angelina, and now Fred.

Fred and Angelina were grinding against each other as you took a quick break from dancing, downing another drink. Your body was feeling lighter now. Angelina was drunk as fuck, Fred almost just as drunk. You stumbled slightly as you made your way back over to the two drunks. Angelina reached out and pulled you closer, “Dance with uss,” She slurred out. You chuckled as you entertained her idea, dancing with them.

You were enjoying yourself before you felt hands firmly plant themselves onto your hips and your back come into contact with a the taller mans upper body. Causing you to freeze slightly. You blushed as you felt them grind themselves against you in sync with your previous dancing. You never did anything like this before so you internally panicked, looking at Angelina for help. But she only grinned, giving you a reassuring nod. you knew what she was saying: ‘Just go with it!’. So you listened, hesitantly moving your hips again. You took it as a good sign to continue when the grip the stranger had on your hips tightened ever so slightly.

You attempted to copy Angelinas movements as you started to feel yourself. That was until you heard a voice, the stranger leaning down to whisper in your ear with an amused tone: “Never knew the ‘hogwarts good girl’ could dance like this.”

Your eyes widened and heart beat picked up as you registered the voice. You knew that voice. “M-Mattheo..?” You stuttered out as you looked up at him wide eyed. Face flushing. His breath smelled heavily of Alcohol and cigarettes. You could faintly smell his go to ‘Dior sauvage’ cologne that you were forced to smell every day in the morning for three years.

“The one and only sweetheart.” He flirted, turning you around so that you face him. You feel his hard-on through his pants. You couldn’t muster a word as you stared in admiration and nervousness. This is your first time being so close to him. “What? cat got your tongue?” He teased with a smirk.

You blinked at his words before shaking your head, “No- no.. just surprised.” You attempted to say more casually, though it instead came out shy and timid. You finally looked down from his face, glancing at the silver chain locket around his neck with the Slytherin snake symbol decorating it, the black t-shirt he was wearing underneath a thin black button up jacket. You flinched lightly as you felt his hands start to run up and down your waist.

He chuckled at your response before asking; “Wanna head off somewhere else?” with a smirk. You knew what he was suggesting. It felt like everything was a dream. But at the same time you didn’t want him to expect too much from you. so you blurted out;

“I never did anything like this before.”

And that leads to your current situation. In a random, empty classroom in a heated make out session with Mattheo. You clench your thighs together in excitement. Your stomach doing little cartwheels as you pulled away again for air. You chuckled nervously as Mattheo started littering kisses along your jaw and down to your neck. You grinned softly, biting your lip as you got your breath back, hand resting on his shoulder as you glanced down at his bundle of curls. You were nervous. You heard stories about what it’s like to do things with him. That he’s rough, sadistic, and so on. All the things you didn’t want for trying anything remotely sexual for the first time, but now you couldn’t care less. perhaps it was just the alcohol in your system messing with your thinking. Either way you couldn’t help the giddy feeling you had while Mattheos’ kisses trailed along your collarbone until it stopped right in the middle. He pulled back and admired your dress, finger tracing along the ruffles at the very bottom of the dress.

“Cute dress,” He mumbled, standing up properly again, making you have to arch your head up to see his face. Your face flushed more -if it was even possible- as you stumbled over your words but eventually got out a small ‘Thank you’.

He grinned as his fingers gently ran across the outline of your face. This wasn’t the Mattheo that you heard others described, and you couldn’t help but notice the softness in his eyes as he admired your appearance. You quickly pushed the thought away the possibility of him liking you, you ‘were just another one of the girls he was gonna hook up with’ you thought. Perhaps the look in his eyes was just from the alcohol in his system. Or maybe he could tell how drunk you were. You only got knocked out of your thoughts when he asked you a question:

“Have you never even given a blowjob before?” Mattheo asks, his hand falling from your face and instead resting on your hips as his other hand rested on the desk next to you.

You glanced down, embarrassed as you bit the inside of your cheek. You felt ridiculous, you were nine-teen fucking years old and you’ve never even sucked a guy off yet, the most basic of stuff. You tried telling yourself that it wasn’t that big of a deal, but you couldn’t deny the pang of embarrassment that you felt when you had sleepovers with your friends and couldn’t relate with anything they said while talking about boys. Mattheo seemed to read your body language though as he chuckled and responded despite your lack of an answer.

“No?” he asked amused, tilting your head up to look at him again. “Want me to teach you?” he asked, grin plastered on his damned, handsome face. You swallowed in anticipation and nerves while nodding.

He wasted no time in picking you up off the table and turning the both of you around, switching the two of you’s places. “Get down on your knees sweetheart,” He told you as he pushed you down gently, his hand on your shoulders. You did as you were told, pushing the skirt of your dress up slightly so that you weren’t pulling it down by your knees.

Mattheo smirked down at you as he took his jacket off, going at a teasingly slow pace as he placed it behind him. With the jacket off you could see the shirt he had underneath. The sleeves stopping just at his elbows, showing off his muscular forearms. Fuck was he hot. You weren’t sure what to do next as he leaned against the desks, hands resting behind him which held him up. He chuckled with an amused grin before saying; “You can undo the belt princess,”

You nodded, reaching up as you attempted to undo his belt. Feeling nervous to touch him, attempting to take the belt off while acting like you’re walking on eggshells. Mattheo struggled to hold back a laugh as he moved his hand to help you take the stupid belt off, slapping your hands away as he undid the belt himself. “You can pull a zipper down at least, right?” He asked with a smirk.

You smiled at his words, rolling your eyes as you mumbled out a yeah. taking the zipper into your fingers as you unzipped his black jeans. looking up at him as he simply nodded. You pulled his pants down slightly, leaving them at the middle of his thighs. You looked up nervously, and feeling slightly awkward as he watched you. Considering the fact you never did this before you were scared to progress. Holding the waistband of his boxers hesitantly. You couldn’t help but bite your lip to hold back a laugh as Mattheos own laugh resounded throughout the empty classroom. His hand gently playing with your hair as he spoke: “You don’t have to be so nervous, just pull the boxers down.” He said amused, causing yourself to let out a laugh, his attitude doing a surprisingly good job at making you feel more comfortable.

You shuffled his boxers down, his cock jumping free from its restraints and up against his clothed stomach. You gulped slightly at his size, about… 7 inches, But… how was that supposed to fit into your mouth?? “Uh… i don’t need to like… take the whole thing?” You asked for reassurance. getting more embarrassed as the absurd question escaped your lips.

You could tell Mattheo was enjoying every minute of this as you looked up at his charming smile as he let out another bark of laughter at your words. “Nah, you don’t gotta worry about that princess,” He said, easily holding eye contact as he played with a strand of hair. “I’ll train you for that another time,” He added. his words laced with arrogant confidence that he would do so. You rolled your eyes at his choice of words and tone, wanting to say something back but biting it back as Mattheo spoke again.

“It’s better if you start off with a little handjob.” Mattheo started, tone calm and patient. “Use your spit as a type of lube and it’ll feel 10 times better for any guy.” He instructed with a grin. You nodded, going to follow his instructions but you couldn’t help the awkward chuckle that escaped you, glancing up at Mattheo as you gripped him in your hand. You could feel how hard he was, his cock twitching slightly at the feeling of your colder hand wrapping firmly around the base. Mattheo too, chuckled. “What? i’m not gonna judge you,” He teased playfully. pulling your hair that out from the front of your face and onto your back.

You just awkwardly grinned before spitting the built up saliva from your mouth onto your hand, wrapping it around Mattheos cock. With an experimental flick of your wrist you spread the spread the spit around the base of his cock. You figured what you were doing was good when he let out a slight grunt and you saw his hand tighten around the desk. You gradually brought your hand up, blushing slightly as his cock twitched in your hand. You continued your movements, replicating what you’ve read from inappropriate books of girls in similar situations, spreading some of the spit around the swollen tip of his cock with your thumb. You could tell you were doing good by the way his breath hitched in his throat, his breathing picking up as his hips bucked into your touch, and the praise falling from his lips.

“Shit- you’re doing good. keep doing that but go a little faster.” Mattheo says, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. You listened, going faster as you cringed slightly at the feeling of the spit being spread around on your hand. You couldn’t help but reach your hand inbetween your thighs to help relieve some of the painful arousal, palming yourself through your soaked panties. You relished at the occasional moan or grunt that left his mouth and his laboured breathing.

Usually, at this point in the perverted books you’ve read, the girl would start to use her mouth. You weren’t sure if you should just go for it or wait. Trusting your gut you placed an experimental kitten lick along the side of his shaft, making him let out a breathy moan, his hand going to place itself gently on your hair, fingers entangling themselves with your hair.

You did the same thing along his entire shaft up to his tip. His fingers tightening around your locks of hair. “Try taking it into your mouth now,” He said, looking down at you. You bit your lip slightly as you let out a quick snort of laughter at his words, not being able to take this too seriously as the alcohol in your system was making everything ten times funnier.

“C’mon don’t be scared.” He teased, grinning at your laughter. His hand pushing your head slightly to edge you on. You just grinned slightly, glancing up at him.

His face flushed slightly as he bit his cheek, looking down at you. chest slowly going up and down. You watched as his arms flexed as you took him into your mouth, gagging as you quickly felt him go farther into your mouth than you’ve ever felt before. Stopping at just half his length before you were attempting to pull back. His hand held your head in place for a couple seconds before letting up, his hand falling back to his side. A ‘pop’ sounded in the room as you pulled back, coughing and wiping the bit of spit that seeped out from the corners of your mouth. You could feel the slight stretch of your mouth at the edge of , it was an uncomfortable feeling.

He smiled down at you recovered yourself. “Was that ok?” He asked, his tone patient. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable and that everything was going at an ok pace for you.

You smiled up at him as you nodded. “I can continue,” You said eagerly. Waiting for him to agree as you grasped him in your hand again. slowly going up and down with your hand.

He nodded down at you, “Yeah. Try using your tongue a bit more while going…. uh.. up and down, yeah?” He asked, not sure exactly how to explain it. You smiled in response, taking him into your mouth again. It was easier to do this time though you could still only take about half of him. You let your tongue slide against the bottom of his shaft along a vein as you (attempted) to bop your head. the unfamiliar movement feeling awkward to do as you placed your hand on his thighs for support.

“Yeah shit- like that.” He said, his hand again finding solace on your head again. his hips gently thrusting into your mouth. Making you gag slightly. “Use your hand on the bit you can’t fit into your mouth-“ He said through moans, his voice sounding more desperate now. You followed what he said, your hand gripping the bit of his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth, jerking him off.

You took his increasing moans and tightened grip on your hair as a sign that you’re doing good as you continued your movements. Gagging slightly as you struggled to breathe through your nose, eventually needing to pull away as you coughed slightly. You decided to replace the absence of your mouth with your hand as you caught your breath.

“You’re doing good for your first time,” Mattheo commented with a smirk, his face flushed. His hand moving down to wipe the spit from your face. “You sure you’re not lying to me?” He asked. Looking at you with slight, playful skepticism.

You bit your lip slightly in embarrassment as you admitted without fully thinking: “I read books… and watched a couple videos.”

Your face flushed in embarrassment at your sudden admission, taking in Mattheo’s reaction as his eyes widened slightly before quickly being replaced with amusement. “I knew you were a little too good of a student.” He teased with a smirk, hand going back to your hair as he pulled slightly, “Now c’mon. You’re supposed to be giving a blowjob. Not a handjob.”

You then continued. Attempting to get used to the full feeling in your mouth along with needing to breathe through your nose. Your jaw slowly starting to ache. Mattheo started pushing your head further down his cock, making you gag around him which seemed to only turn him on more. “Fuck… can’t wait to train your throat another time.” He said through a mix of a moan and groan. His words didn’t fully process through your lust and alcohol clouded brain. “You mind if i help you a little bit? hm?” He asked, hand twirling your hair into more of a makeshift ponytail. You just nodded as much as you could in response to his words. looking at him with lust-over, wide eyes.

He grinned as he bit his lip as you looked up at him, chuckling slightly. “Fuck yeah.., knew you’d agree.” He mumbled as he gripped your hair into a more firm grip as he started moving your head back and forth by your hair. With Mattheo controlling your movements you could focus more on trying to add to the pleasure with your tongue. swirling it around his cock as you placed small ‘kitten lick’ like flicks on the tip when he pulled you back.

You could only take it as he face-fucked you eagerly. And god was his sounds divine. His American accent making his random mumbles of curses or praise hotter, “Shit.. taking this like a champ, surprisingly.”

Or the occasional, every once in a while, quick whimpers that’d escape up his throat and out of his mouth. You just felt dizzy with excitement not only at what you’re doing- but the sudden revelation that he may like you too, or even that he chose you to hook up with of all girls. Your hands rested on his thighs as they started to flex more and more often, as well as his moans increase in pitch slightly.

Mattheo pulls you off his cock as he came. Not sure of your boundaries yet so he didn’t want to do anything too…. kinky?

You quickly started trying to fill your lungs with oxygen as you coughed softly, not as bad as the last two times though. You watched as Mattheo came, jacking himself off through it as his cum spurted out onto his shirt and hand.

You flinched as you felt something land on your face, blinking as you reached your hand up to touch at the sticky liquid on your face. Mattheo too noticed as his eyes widened slightly, quickly moving his hand to your face, wiping the cum off with his thumb. “Shit- sorry..” He said.

What you did next you weren’t sure if it was because you were genuinely curious, or too drunk to think properly. You held his wrist in place as you licked the cum off his thumb, grin plastered on your face as you took in his reaction. His cum tasted kind of salty and bitter, though not the worst thing you’ve tasted. Mattheo watched in shock combined with amusement as he grinned. “Well? how did it taste?” He asked, looking down at you as he shoved himself back into the confines of his pants. Amused at your actions. clearly he underestimated how much of a freak you really were.

You just grinned up at him as you let go of his wrist. “I’d take that over cottage cheese,” You said with a soft giggle as you were pulled up back to your feet by Mattheo. wobbling slightly as you got used to needing to stand on your feet.

Mattheo kept his hand in yours as he smiled at you, wiping the spit and small bits of his cum still on your face off. “Should i keep that in mind for our date?” He said, tone half confident and questioning. Though before you could hear anything you heard an all to familiar voice from the hallway,

“This Classroom, Now.” The voice that you both recognized as Severus Snape said, voice inching closer to the door of the room you two were in. You and Mattheo shared a glance before you both quickly went and hid behind a pile of random class stuff. Perfectly hiding the two of you when you sat.

You two glanced at each other as you both grinned before jumping slightly as the door to the class slammed open and then closed. “Sit.” Severus Snape demanded as he walked dangerously close to the two of you. “The amount of times i have caught you two doing some type of obscenity in public is As.tro.nom.i.cal.” Snape spoke, putting pointed emphasis on ‘astronomical’.

“We’re teenagers being teenagers, what else would you expect?” The voice of a student said. You and Mattheo both shared a glance as you both stifled back chuckles, recognizing the voice. Fred Weasley, which most likely meant the other student was Angelina. You could practically hear the grin on Freds face.

“Teenager or not i expect you to have some decency.” Snape spat out, strictness and annoyance in his tone. “Especially since you’re only here for two and a half more weeks.” Snape added, putting emphasis as he spoke ‘two and a half.’ You covered your mouth as you giggled quietly, scooting closer to Mattheo as he moved his arm to make room for you. You two practically cuddling against eachother as you two listened to Fred and Angelina get lectured by Professor Snape.

Mattheo glanced down at you before smiling, genuinely. Whispering down to you: “As i was saying, date tomorrow morning at Hogsmeade? Three Broomsticks?” He asked. Silently hoping in his head that you’ll say yes.

You shared his genuine smile as you nodded excitedly, “Of course.” You tried to whisper back casually, though your tone exposed the excitement coursing through you as you rested your head on his shoulder and smiled like an idiot.

“Though you should probably clean the cum off your shirt.”

⟡ ݁₊ . written by enzosbabyangel, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

[oracle-of-dream]

Just Listen

Minors DNI & Not Proofread

Summary: Sunghoon's been having a tough time at work. And now with you... If only he could get you to listen to him.

Warnings: Male Reader, Dom! Sunghoon, Creampie, No-prep, Obedience Kink

Sunghoon sighed as he looked at the sign on the elevator.

Out of Order in old red letters. He turned to start walking up the stairs. It was a long day at the law firm–especially training some new prosecutors. They were just so rebellious... If they'd listened to Sunghoon's instructions the first time, life wouldn't be nearly as difficult.

Finally, he reached the top of the stairs. He could see the door to his apartment slightly ajar down the hall. "I swear to god... I ask for the simplest things," he groaned as he pulled it open. As he stepped inside, trying but failing to suppress an icy demeanor. He saw you sprawled on the couch.

His tone was flat, and his eyebrows laid straight. "Y/n, you left the door unlocked and open. Again." Sunghoon pulled the door behind him, removed his suit jacket, and placed it neatly in the closet.

"Oh, well, I knew you'd be home soon..." You said, mumbling as you tried not to hold his glare.

"Did you?" His eyes drifted over your form, taking in the way your shirt rode up slightly, exposing a strip of smooth skin. "And me being near home convinced you to leave the door open, inviting strangers in?"

"I didn't invite anyone–"

"You know what I mean."

You looked over to the kitchen. "I-I just finished making dinner."

Sunghoon's head didn't turn away, but his eyes glanced over to the dish on the stove. "Oh, you cooked... So did you smoke up the place and need to air it out?"

"N-No!"

Sunghoon looked around, noticing the smoke alarm had its battery removed. "Next time, just open a fucking window."

You stood with a huff. "Hey, no cursing. I just wanted to welcome you home with something nice after a long day..." You walked to him, scooping his hand and playing with his fingers. "I thought we could relax together tonight."

Sunghoon stared at your hand as it laced with his. "So did you throw away your mess in the house or outside?"

"Outside."

"And the dish is from the restaurant down the street?"

"Actually it's two streets over."

Sunghoon couldn't help but crack a smile. "Well, fine. I'll let you off this time since you got us a meal... That I paid for." He knew he'd get a charge for tonight's dinner on this month's statement, but he left a second card to his account with you so he could spoil you even when he wasn't present. "Do you need help cleaning?"

You shook your head. "Don't worry about it! I'll take care of it, just relax."

Sunghoon nodded. "I'll let you handle it then. Let's watch a movie while we eat. I know there's a new sci-fi one you mentioned."

"I don't know... Last time we watched a movie I wanted, you couldn't even wait 5 minutes."

"I accidentally sat on the remote a few times."

"And then proceeded to make out with me?"

Your boyfriend's eyebrows wiggled slightly. "It's just to give you those special attention-grabbing moments. But don't worry. tonight, I promise–no interruptions, no distractions. Just us, the movie, and food." He flashed a smirk. "Unless, of course, you get a little bored during the movie."

"I won't get bored. I wanna watch it, so keep your hands to yourself."

"We can't cuddle?" Sunghoon's eyes peeked past his glasses, with a slight beg.

You ignored his request, sitting on the couch. He joined you, adjusting some pillows and piling some food onto a plate.

The movie started, and Sunghoon behaved as promised. You were a little sad he wasn't getting a little touchy... You leaned against him, and he shifted a bit.

"Come on," He patted his chest. "Lay here, I'll hold you. Just holding." You laid on his chest, his warmth pressing against yours. Your back against his chest as his hands wrapped around your waist in a gentle embrace. Sunghoon started watching you more than the movie. He loved your face when you focused. It was so fucking cute...

The movie reached the end. Sunghoon waited as he could see your brain digesting it.

"I can't believe she lived at the end... I thought she'd die."

Sunghoon nodded, encouraging you to share your theories. As you ran through the whole film, one part of your rant caught Sunghoon's attention.

"...And the male lead? The romantic interest, he was so handsome! How could they kill him? I was hoping he'd end up surviving with the woman."

Your boyfriend frowned at you calling another man handsome.

"B-But not as handsome as you!"

You tried to recover, but it was already done. Sunghoon always got dramatic when you complimented other men.

"Oh, I didn't realize that kind of guy was your type."

"Hoon, don't start–"

"Don't start? I'm not starting anything. I just thought I should try and look up that guy's phone number so I can connect you guys."

You squirmed out of his arms. "You're being so..."

"So, what?" Your boyfriend raised his eyebrows, taunting you.

Smirking, you stopped yourself from speaking. You stood and drifted away from the couch, making Sunghoon follow you.

"So, what!?" Sunghoon's voice raised a bit, his ears got warm, and could feel his heartbeat spike.

Your smirk faded and your head cocked to the side. "Sunghoon... Why are you so angry suddenly?"

He folded his arms. "I'm not angry."

"You're shouting."

"I'm just speaking loudly."

"That's shouting!"

"Well, don't talk about other guys in front of me!"

You blinked absent-mindedly. "It's a movie! He's an actor, I was just making a fucking comment."

Sunghoon surged toward you, with his index finger out. "Do not curse at me."

"I wasn't cursing AT you."

"Don't get technical with me either, y/n!" Sunghoon's hand rushed through his hair, pushing it back. "Why can't you just listen to me?"

"How am I not listening?"

Your partner held you by your shoulders. You felt small under his grasp as he loomed over you. He took a breath. "I–just mean... I want to be the only guy you think is handsome. Even if you have to let me be delusional a bit." He held you to his chest. "I can't stand the thought of you liking someone more than me."

"I never said I liked him more than you..."

"I know... I just get a bit... jealous."

You press yourself against his chest, listening to his racing heart. "You know you're the only one for me, Hoonie."

Sunghoon lifted your chin. "Just listen to me on this, okay?"

You nodded, earning a smile from him as he leaned in to pair your lips with his. Your hands cupped his face, pulling him deeper. Sunghoon's hands found your waist, and he pulled you together as the kiss got more intense. You pulled away for a breath. "I promise I'll listen a bit more... I'll follow whatever directions you give me."

You giggled as you let your hand slide down his body. When you find what you were looking for, you give it a soft squeeze. Sunghoon groaned in response, and his head threw back as he bucked his hips.

"Mmm, fuck yes... just like that," He groans again, his voice scratchy and desperate. "I need your hands around it."

You could feel his cock getting harder. Sunghoon's cock was big, which shocked you when you saw it the first time. Your favorite thing to do was to feel it get hard. Starting small and growing to almost ten inches... Just thinking about it would make your eyes roll.

Sunghoon guided your hand to palm the zipper, letting you feel the outline of it.

His head fell down to your shoulder as he whispered in your ear, "Y/n, I need it."

The way Sunghoon's voice peaked when he begged for your touch. It made a rush run up your spine. He made quick work of his clothes, shrugging out of his shirt and shoving his pants down enough to free his aching erection.

"Remember, our walls aren't too thick. Don't wake the neighbors."

Sunghoon didn't bother trying to take you to the bedroom. He dragged you to the couch and threw you on your back.

"Fuck, stay here," Sunghoon commanded as he rushed off, leaving you alone. "Get those pants off!" He shouts from the bedroom. You giggled as you started sliding your pants off. It wasn't often that Sunghoon was more dominant with you, he was usually more patient.

You could hear the sound of Sunghoon returning to the room, the wet sound of slicking himself up getting louder as he approached. He entered into the room, some lube dripping off his dick.

"Now, let's get you ready." Sunghoon lifted your legs onto his shoulders as he spread your cheeks gently. A finger teased your hole, pressing slightly. "Beg, baby. Let me hear you."

You held in a groan as he smiled at you. "Sunghoon, please. I need it, so bad. Just skip the fingers..."

"Skip the fingers? Are you sure?" Sunghoon's voice teased.

You nodded furiously. "Please, just the tip. Anything!"

"Jeez, you are cock hungry." He listened to the strangled gasp that slipped from your lips as the head of his cock breached your tight entrance. His hands held your hips, pressing into you. You could tell it was going to bruise, and Sunghoon was resisting the urge to split you open and thrust in. "F-Fuck, y/n!" He hissed, voice strained with effort. "You're tighter than I thought."

You struggled to reply as your eyes bulged from the rush. Your eyes bulged and rolled back as your mouth hung open. "If you want to stop, then pull out–"

Your sentence was cut off as Sunghoon pushed deeper. "Don't test me. I'm trying to be nice."

Sunghoon waited to feel you relax before moving in, inch by inch. He made it halfway before you flinched, making him stop.

"Sung, wait– It's too much. I can't..."

Sunghoon opened his eyes to look at you. Your back was arched and your body twitched, which only made you more sensitive. Your eyes were wet and looking into his.

"Can't?" He cocked his head to the side. "Too bad, you'll manage."

"I can't! It won't fit..."

"I'll make it fit." Sunghoon leaned over you, pressing your mouth to his collarbone. "Bite me if it's too tough." Even when he was being dominant, Sunghoon was taking care of you...

His eyes closed with focus. Took a deep breath. And slammed his hips into you as he hilts himself fully inside you, stretching you wide around him, he releases a low groan as he leans over you. Your teeth sank into Sunghoon's collarbone.

He stroked your head. "That's it... Take it all. Such a good slut," he growled. "You feel incredible... tight, hot, and wet. I can feel you twitching around me, begging me to fuck you."

You moaned into his neck as Sunghon started a deep, steady rhythm. Slowly pulling out and snapping back into you. Before long, your boyfriend was losing himself in it as he drove his cock into you. The sound of the couch creaked louder with each powerful thrust, slightly pounding the wall.

"Shhh, you can do it," he pants against your ear, and his hot breath sends shivers down your spine. "I don't want to let anyone else hear you being needy for me."

Sunghoon angled his hips, and he found your spot. A scream ripped out of your chest as you detach from his collar.

"Oh, fuck! Sunghoon, I can't breathe! You're so big, so deep!"

Sunghoon hits your prostate exactly with strength.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" You almost shout at him.

He smirked. "Untouched? You're so perfect. I'm close too, I swear, it'll be over soon."

Your body tensed and convulsed around him. Sunghoon felt your walls clamp down on his cock like a vice. The sensation was too insane to ignore. With a loud, guttural moan, he buried himself within you as he finished.

"Take it, every drop! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!" He grunted, hips jerking as he emptied himself within you. Thick, hot streams of cum filled you. Some even leaked out as Sunghoon pumped in you through his orgasm.

Sunghoon lets out a weak sigh as he collapses against you, his weight pressing you into the couch.

You twitched and shook as your boyfriend's weight pressed on you. "Holy fuck..."

"You took it so well, baby. I'm so proud." He kissed your nose. "Such a good boy. You took it so good." Sunghoon cooed praises as you drifted into unconsciousness.

When you woke up from your fucked-out nap, Sunghoon had put you in a warm bath. He called in from work to care for you. Servicing you as much as you want...

He kissed your neck as he washed you. "By the way... Today's Friday. The office is closed on the weekend. So we'll have plenty of time to test how obedient you are."

[obsessedwithceleste]

Lessons in Love

(Or why Enzo should be banned from advanced potion making)

Theodore Nott x Ravenclaw! reader

Summary: Ft. Enzo being bad at potions, the Ravenclaw common room door, and more than one accidental love confession.

word count: 3.3k

©️ obsessedwithceleste. all works posted here belong to me and should not be reposted or copied in any way or form.

A deep sigh escapes your lips as you walk purposefully through the empty halls of the castle. You loved Enzo. Really, you did. But how that bastard had managed to squeeze enough O.W.Ls out of his arse to get into advanced potion making was absolutely beyond you.

It’s not that you thought your childhood best friend was dumb per se. You simply thought his talents lay elsewhere. Like in herbology. Or anywhere really where adding a pinch too much powdered moonstone didn’t result in a glittery pink potion exploding all over the front of your robes. This never would have happened of course, if your usual, equally talented, potions partner, Theodore Nott, had actually bothered to show up, but god only knew where that boy had wandered off to.

Walking into classes earlier that day you had been giddy with excitement. While potions may not have been Enzo’s forte, it was most definitely yours and advanced potions was finally giving you the challenge you had been craving. Amortentia, your professor had said, is the strongest love potion in the world, thereby making it exceptionally difficult to brew. You already knew this of course as it had all been detailed in the days readings. Not only would it make someone obsessively in love, but it also had an addictive scent, changing to fit what one was most attracted to. Now that was all well and good until one was covered in it.

Originally, you figured that all would be fine. Enzo profusely apologized, quickly following up with a joke about how “at least you’ll smell nice for once.” But oh how right he’d been. It started with students accidentally bumping into you in the corridor as you went from class to class as they subconsciously leaned in to follow the alluring scent. A minor inconvenience you thought. (Although you did have to choose to ignore that third year almost getting impaled on a statue’s sword because he wasn’t paying attention after you passed.)

But then Cho and Marietta couldn’t stop leaning in to get a whiff of the scent all throughout the start of charms, causing Flitwick to continuously shoot concerned glances at the three of you. You eventually caved, moving quickly and silently to the back of the class room where Enzo was sat with the rest of the Slytherins. As soon as he saw you making your way over, he leaned over, whispering something in Daphne’s ear beside him. She gives you a quick look of knowing pity before moving into the empty seats usually claimed by Theodore and Matteo who were, unsurprisingly, still no where to be found.

“For what it’s worth, I really am sorry,” Enzo mumbles, at least having the decency to look embarrassed as you plop into the seat beside him.

“This is horrible! I did not need to know that Marietta’s amortentia smells like bloody Cormac McLaggen or whatever his name is,” you hiss in response.

Enzo lets out a quiet chuckle, sneaking a quick glance at your house mate.

“Hey,” he whispers after a moment, “What do you smell anyway? You must be going mad having that stuff all over you.”

You shoot a glare at your friend. You had a sinking feeling he already knew, considering he had been poking fun at you for weeks. You shudder remembering all those disgusting kissy faces Enzo had been making at you from across the library just last week. Bloody bastard was fishing for confirmation. Maybe if you ignore him, he’ll simply go away you think to yourself. Enzo however, takes your silence as an admission of guilt, a grin spreading across his face.

“I knew it. So tell me y/n, what does dear Theodore Nott smell like? Cigarette smoke? Hippogriff dung?” He snickers.

“He is my best friend, Lorenzo,” you whisper, giving the boy beside you another withering glare.

Enzo’s face falls at this.

“I’m your best friend.” He grumbles.

“I don’t know why. You’re mean to me,” you reply with exasperation.

He immediately perks up again at this, giving you a slight nudge.

“So I’m right? You do like Theo?” He asks excitedly.

“Enzo, I will avada you, and make it look like an accident,” you hiss in response.

“Come on, y/n, I’m your best friend, you have to tell me these things,” he pouts.

“Oh really? Like how you have to tell me about how you’re probably smelling Daphne’s shampoo right now? Or is it her lavender perfume?” You ask innocently, batting your lashes.

Enzo goes beet red at this, gesturing wildly at you to lower your voice.

“Hush woman! She’s right there!” He hisses.

You say nothing, only giving him a triumphant grin before turning back to Flitwick to try to salvage what few notes you’d been able to take down that lesson.

The final straw occurred during ancient runes when poor, unsuspecting Hermione sat down behind you and asked with a look of bewilderment if you had been showered with Draco’s cologne that morning. Her look of absolute horror only grew as you told her of your distressing situation. You thought she might faint when she realized that Draco had been within earshot and now had a shit eating grin on his face. With a sigh of defeat, you give Hermione an apologetic smile before deciding it was time to turn in the white flag of defeat.

You breathe a heavy sigh of relief as you finally come to a stop outside your common room door. You then frown, realizing you had in fact, made it to your common room door.

“What makes a raven like a writing desk?” The metallic voice of the Ravenclaw common room door asks, springing to life.

This putrid, skanky little-

“You wouldn’t want me to shove either of them up your ars-“

A low whistle catches your attention before you’re able to finish cursing out your common room’s door thoroughly.

“Whoa there feisty, let the eagle be,” Theo’s voice laughs as he steps into view.

The strong scent of roasted coffee beans and smoke that had been burning your nostrils all day hits you once again like a ton of bricks. Giving the eagle another withering glare, you turn your full attention to the looming threat approaching. You would sooner throw yourself off of the astronomy tower than let Theo know that your amortentia smelled like him. Someone had to keep the boy’s bloody ego in check.

“Full offense Theodore, I’ve had a horrendously awful day today, and I really don’t have time for whatever nonsense you’re about to start.” You say with a roll of your eyes as you cross your arms at the boy in front of you.

Theo laughs again, mirroring your movements as he leans against one of the pillars lining the halls.

“Poor principessa. Have a hard day in classes without me?” He asks with a smirk.

You scowl in response. It didn’t help that you had, in fact, missed the brunette’s comforting, albeit annoying, presence all day, but you weren’t about to admit that.

“Now that you mention it, I didn’t even realize you were missing. What snake hole did you slither off to today?” You ask, the lie sliding easily off your lips.

Theo cocks as eyebrow at that but leaves it be.

“Matteo wanted to ditch, had to baby sit. Make sure he didn’t get into too much trouble. You know how it goes,” Theo replied shrugging his shoulders. “And what’s a pretty little witch like yourself doing skiving off class?”

Theo takes another step forward.

“Don’t come closer!” You yelp before you can stop yourself. You had no interest knowing what Theo would smell if he got close enough. He frowns at you however.

“And why not?” He challenges, taking another step towards you. This boy really did not take well to being told what to do.

“I- I smell. Really bad. Had to leave class, I just- ya know, smelled, so bad” You splutter, mentally kicking yourself. Who says that in front of the guy they like? Why were you like this?

Theo’s thick brows shoot up at your declaration before he takes a final large step towards you and leans in, pressing his hand against your forehead before moving it down to feel your cheek.

“Y/n are you ill? Do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey? I can walk you there if you’d like.” He says, any bit of snark his voice previously held long gone.

“I’m fine Theodore, really.” you say, batting his hand away.

“Are you sure?” He asks, looking at you disbelievingly.

He leans in again and takes in a whiff of your scent and you immediately tense, freezing where you are. God damn it. His brows furrow.

“Y/n, you smell perfectly normal, maybe a bit stronger than usual, but definitely not bad.” He says, looking even more confused.

Before you’re able to fully process the words that just came out of Theo’s mouth, Enzo and Pansy come barreling down the hall towards the two of you in a fit of giggles.

“Y/n! y/n, you know I’m sorry, really I am, but if dousing you in amortentia is all it takes to get Draco and Granger to make complete fools of themselves in front of each other, I’d do it again!” Enzo exclaims between breathy laughs. “You haven’t seen ferret boy run past, by chance, by the way have you?

“Sorry, amor-what now?” Theo asks, blinking as he purses his lips.

You look between the three of your friends in alarm, praying no one mentioned anything after Theo had just announced that you smelled perfectly normal to him.

“Oh, you’re going to wish you were there! After you left, Draco was so pleased with himself. Looked like a kid on Christmas. Kept trying to flirt with Hermione until she finally sent a flock of doves to run him out of the classroom! Professor wasn’t too happy bout that one. Let us go early to find the blonde loon,” Enzo says, completely ignoring Theo’s question.

“I’m sorry, amor-WHAT?” Theo asks again, louder this time.

You feel yourself cringe.

“Amortentia.” Pansy snorts. “Do try and keep up Teddy.”

“This is what you get for always skiving off class with Matteo,” Enzo adds, nodding at the boy as if he were his disappointed mother.

“Mhmm. Enzo totally floozied over y/n’s potion this morning. Blew it up all over her and she’s been having people wander up to her to take a sniff all day.” Pansy tells him with a sniff.

Theo blinks again before slowly meeting your eyes as what he said only moments earlier begins to sink in. Pansy, ever the cunning witch, was lightening quick to catch on.

“Speaking of which, I am suddenly so interested in what exactly it is that you smell, dearest Teddy,” Pansy says as her eyes flicker between the two of you, a mischievous grin growing on her face.

Theo scowls at the nickname.

“Campfire.”

“Old parchment.” You say in unison.

Pansy smirks.

“Do you smell that Enzo?” She asks, making a show of sniffing the air around her. “I think I smell- a liar. Or two.”

Enzo only snickers as he eyes the both of you up. He knew exactly what you had been smelling all day and you begin to feel panic rise up in your chest. You send a menacing glare his way, daring him to open his mouth.

“Come on Pans, I don’t think Draco and Granger are the only ones who’ll be chatting up tonight,” he says finally.

Glaring at the pair’s disappearing backs, you once again turn slowly back to the problem at hand.

“Soo,” Theo starts at the same time you blurt out,

“This is entirely your fault.”

Theo’s mouth drops open, and he has the audacity to look offended.

“How do you figure mi amore?” He asks.

“You’re supposed to be my partner in potions, but you weren’t there today, so I had to work with,” you shudder, “Enzo.”

Rolling his eyes at your dramatics and giving you a small smile, Theo lets himself relax, leaning on the wall as he towers over you.

“Enzo isn’t so bad,” he says, slowly bringing a hand up to rest on your waist, gently moving you towards him. You pretend not to notice, taking a small, nervous step forward.

“He singed off Matteo’s eyebrows last year. The year before that, he didn’t realize there was a difference between fire flower and fired flour, and his potion melted through the floor. I heard a Puff call him Slytherin’s Seamus,” you retort. “Do you realize how bad you have to be at something to get made fun of by a Hufflepuff?” He snorts at that, cocking his head in agreement.

“Well I’m sorry alright? I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’ll have to. I have to go in again to remake the potion. Don’t want that bad mark on my grade.”

Theo only hums at this, as you’re finally standing nose to chest with him, forcing you to tilt your head up to still see his face.

“You really do smell nice,” he murmurs, pressing his nose lightly into your hair.

You make a face before nuzzling into his chest to hide the redness growing on your cheeks.

“I’m not talking about this in public. I simply refuse,” you say, trying to melt into him from pure embarrassment.

Theo looks down at you with a devilishly handsome grin before turning back to your long forgotten common room door.

“Hey, open up. She technically answered your little riddle earlier,” he tells the door.

The eagle grumbles something unintelligible as it starts to life again.

“I can always melt you down. I’m sure you’d make a great piss pot,” Theo threatens, going to pull out his wand.

The door swings open rather violently and you’re pretty sure you can hear a rather colorful string of curses come out of the eagle’s beak as you make your way inside. Having been there a thousand times before, Theo easily leads you to your shared, but thankfully empty, dorm room, closing the door behind you.

“You really don’t get along with that eagle, do you principessa?” He asks, throwing his shoes off and making himself comfortable on your bed like he usually did.

“Like you’re any better. You just threatened to turn it into a chamber pot,” you retort, falling easily back into your usual banter. This was fine. This was safe.

Theo only raises a brow at you.

“The blasted door is still mad at me for making a ur mum joke when it asked me if a chicken came before the egg in front of a bunch of second years.” You admit, letting your arms fall to your side.

Theo lets out a loud laugh at that shaking his head and extending his arm for you. You walk carefully towards the bed before hesitantly accepting his invitation. It’s not that cuddling with Theo was something unfamiliar to you, as much as you were hyper aware of the slightly awkward tension between the two of you that wasn’t usually there. You slide your shoes off as well before curling up next to him and laying your head on his chest. The two of you lay in silence and you slowly let your eyelids flutter shut, lost in the feeling of Theo’s chest rising and falling.

“You know. You still haven’t told me what your amortentia smells like,” Theo says, finally breaking the silence as he gently brings his hand up to run his fingers through your hair.

“Take a wild fucking guess,” you murmur, refusing to open your eyes and determined to get further lost in his warm touch.

He only hums in response, continuing to comb his fingers through the soft locks of hair.

“You know when Enzo asked me if I smelled you today, he thought you’d smell like hippogriff dung,” you say eventually.

“Fucking tosser. What did that git smell? Wild lavender?”

“And Daphne’s shampoo.”

You feel Theo snort as if he expected no less of your ever romantic best friend. Silence once again rolls over the both of you as you absentmindedly play with the edge of his shirt, rolling the soft fabric between your fingers nervously. The quiet begins to feel suffocating, so you open your mouth to speak, but Theo beats you to it.

“Champagne. And that perfume you always use. With the little white flowers. Lilies of the valley, right?” Theo says.

You open your eyes to look at him in confusion.

“That’s what you smell like.” He says, carefully running his hand down your spine, sending a shiver through you.

“I smell roasted coffee. And smoke. Not the fire-y kind though. The kind that sticks to your clothes cause you refuse to quit smoking.” You respond, looking into his eyes warily for his reaction.

Theo only smirks in response, a cocky grin spreading across his face.

“Aw mi amore, I’m what you’re most attracted to?” He asks, the teasing bait evident in his voice.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks as Theo gazed intently down at you in his arms.

“Shut up Theodore. You sure know how to ruin a moment,” you say, once again burying your face in a chest.

You feel his chest rumble with laughter before his hand snakes it way up to your chin, tilting your head up and capturing your lips with his. His lips are softer than you imagined as he moves them gently against yours. You let a soft gasp escape and Theo pulls you closer, gripping your waste tightly, and shifting you on top of him, deepening the kiss until you’re both left gasping for air.

“Was that more of what you had in mind amore?” He asks with an innocent smile, looking up at you with what you could only describe as his best baby seal eyes.

“I mean, you were definitely significantly more shirtless when I imagined it, but I can settle.” You joke.

Theo’s eyes darken however, and he lifts you as if you weigh nothing, flipping you over so that he now hovered above you, your back pinned against the bed beneath you. With one swift movement, Theo pulls his shirt up and over his head before lowering himself back down, his chest now pressed against yours.

“Better?”

You can’t help but laugh at the boy’s determination as your eyes shamelessly take in the lean muscle and tanned skin that was current above you.

“Theodore, as much as I enjoy this, you have to put your clothes on. Cho or Marietta could walk in at any time,” you tell him as you begin to make soft circles across his waist line with your thumbs, admiring the boy in front of you.

“Mm. You mouth is saying one thing, but these,” he says, placing his hands over yours, “are saying something else entirely.”

You roll your eyes, pulling your hands out from under his and handing him his discarded shirt.

“One kiss?” He asks, looking at the shirt as if it had mortally offended him.

“One kiss.”

He leans down, once again capturing your lips with his, but with more intensity this time. You feel one of his hands brush your waist as his thumb pushes up under your shirt, the rest of his hand following soon after, gripping tightly at the warm skin beneath. You let out a breathy moan when he flicks his tongue across your bottom lip, and he takes it as an invitation to let his tongue explore the rest of your mouth.

An awkward cough shakes you from the haze and you look up, over Theo’s shoulder to see Cho standing guiltily in the doorway.

“Sorry,” she says, looking literally anywhere but you and the shirtless boy above you. “Bad time?”

You cover your eyes in embarrassment, feeling heat once again rush to your cheeks.

“What did I tell you!” You groan, letting your head fall back onto your mound of pillows. Meanwhile Theo has a much too self satisfied grin across his face.

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slow down ── dilf! peter maximoff x f! reader

⟡ NSFW || MINORS DNI 18+

⟡ TAGS: sexual content ・ fem!reader ・dilf!peter ・ unprotected p in v・ english is not my first language so bear with me・not proofread ・word count: 1,831

⟡ SYNOPSIS: domestic life with peter

a/n: i just finished my assignment for criminal law & wrote this fic with the aid of monster energy. kindly ignore the atrocious writing lol

“Hey kiddo! Bedtime!” Peter called down the hallway. He waited, silence.

“You’re not in bed yet! I’m gonna have to tickle ya to sleep if ya don’t get moving!”

Still nothing—except the faint sound of a stifled giggle. Peter’s lips twitched into a smile.

Game on.

He leisurely made his way down the hall, towards the living room, passing Luna’s bedroom door without sparing a glance.

“Huh, that’s weird,” he wondered out loud, playing it up.

“Where’s my kid? I swear I had one, like, five minutes ago.”

Peter exaggerated his search, peeking behind the curtains and glancing under the furniture. More giggles, and he nearly broke character with his own grin. He then made a big show of scratching his head in faux puzzlement.

“Nope, no kid here. Oh well,” he sighed dramatically. “Hmm, could’ve sworn I heard something. Maybe it’s a mouse. Or a cookie thief…”

At that, Luna couldn’t hold it in any longer. She popped out from behind the armchair.

“Noooo! Daddy, I’m here!” she squealed, bursting into laughter. Peter spun around, feigning surprise. “There you are! Thought I’d have to call the FBI or somethin’!”

Squealing with delight, the five-year-old bolted down the hallway as fast as her little legs could carry her. Peter was on her in an instant, zooming past you with a playful wink before scooping her up into his arms, spinning her through the air.

“You’re getting too fast for me, kiddo,” he grunted, as he carried her towards her bedroom, the little girl squirming in his grasp and laughing hysterically.

You leaned against the doorway, amused by the back-and-forth that had become so routine.

“Peter, you’re supposed to be calming her down, not winding her up.”

“I’m working on it,” he called back, depositing his daughter onto her bed and tucking the blanket around her.

“Fine, but when she’s bouncing off the walls at midnight, you’re the one getting up with her.”

Peter shot you a smirk, showing that he knew exactly what he was doing. He reached down and ruffled Luna’s hair, earning another giggle from her,

“Alright, peanut. Let’s make a deal. One more story—only one—Deal?”

Luna’s eyes lit up, and she bounced in her bed. “Deal!”

“Peter,” you reminded him, stepping into the room with a raised eyebrow, “you said ‘one more story’ three stories ago. She’s going to be up all night at this rate.”

Your husband grinned innocently.

“C’mon, what’s one more story? Just gotta make sure she’s really tired.”

He turned toward the bookshelf, fingers dancing over the colorful spines.

“Which one are we reading tonight? Something super long, I bet.”

She giggled, pointing at a well-worn book. “That one, Daddy!”

He picked it up, settling onto the edge of the bed as Luna snuggled under the blankets. “Alright, one loooong story, but then it’s off to dreamland. Yeah?”

��••

After Luna was sound asleep in her bed, and you’ve done your playful striptease, it was time for you to free Peter from his jeans. In the process of removing his belt, your fingers accidentally brushed the strain in his crotch.

“Mghmm… careful there babe.”

He inhaled sharply, and you indulged in the temptation, gently rubbing him through the denim with your left hand while unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper with your right.

His body pressed against yours, and you felt the soft push as the back of your legs met the edge of the mattress. With a smirk, Peter wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you effortlessly. You let out a delighted squeal, soft giggles filling the space between kisses as your fingers clung to his shoulders for support. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed, feeling the heat of his cock press against your abdomen.

“Please, Peter. I want you, so bad.”

And that was all your husband needed to hear. He laid you gently on the mattress before crawling forward, positioning himself to settle between your legs. Breathlessly, you gripped his shoulders and lifted your hips slightly, moving in sync with him as he lined himself up. Peter began to slowly ease himself into you, groaning into your shoulder, warm puffs of his breath tickling your skin.

He paused for a moment for you to adjust, before pushing further until he was fully sheathed inside you. The delicious stretch of your pussy was nothing short of glorious.

“Oh god… Nghmm — Peter,”

You whined, tightening your grip and leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin as he started moving. He slowed down mid-thrust to mumble against your cheek,

“Love you too baby,”

Peter rested his chin on your shoulder, placing hot kisses along the column of your throat as he moved, He shifted his hips to find a better angle, and you gasped when you felt his tip nudge against your cervix. Your spine arched and your heels dug into his back as he thrust into with such force that your body slid a few inches towards the headboard, the sheets creasing around you.

“A-ahhh— fuck–”

A strained moan tumbled from his lips when he sheathed himself to the hilt. You can tell by the vein popping on Peter’s neck that he wanted to lower his head, but he was fighting every instinct to keep his eyes focused on you, chocolate irises fixated as you both begin to ascend towards the precipice.

The sight of him, biting his lips and brows furrowed in such concentration made the hot coil in your belly tighten. Supporting his weight on one elbow, Peter slipped his other hand down between your legs, and his fingers—those magical fingers started working your clit almost frantically.

“Please— ohmygod, Peter,”

you babbled, clenching your quivering thighs and throwing your head back when he bottomed out once again. His tip was pressed snugly against your cervix, and you swore you could feel him poke into your stomach, but that did nothing but stir your body into overdrive. You heels dug into his backside, anchoring him as the familiar warmth of his come spurted into your womb. Instinctively, the walls of your pussy clamped tightly around his cock, milking him dry.

“C’mon, baby,” Peter mumbled as he leaned down to give you a quick peck on the mouth, “wan’ you to cum for me, yeah? Cum all over my cock.”

The few seconds between you seemed to stretch into eternity before the coil finally snapped, waves of intense, white-hot pleasure alight your bloodstream as your pussy convulsed around his cock. You placed your palms to either side of his face, his eyes trying desperately to find a part of you to focus on.

•••

Moonlight streamed in through the window, bathing a silvery glow over your bedroom as you lay tangled up in each other, legs intertwined beneath the sheets. Peter smirked lazily as he traced a finger along your arm.

“Y’know, I think ‘m finally starting to get the hang of this whole ‘normal life’ thing. Not as fast-paced as I’m used to, but it’s not so bad,”

You laughed softly, nestling your head against his bare chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

“You? Normal life? That’s a stretch.”

“Hey, I can be normal,” he defended with a grin, though the glint in his eyes said he didn’t really mind being anything but. “I did the dishes tonight. That counts, right?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, letting your hand rest on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. “You stuffed them into the dishwasher in like a nanosecond. Doesn’t really count when you’re cheating with super speed.”

Peter chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Alright, alright. But I still nailed bedtime. Got Luna to bed without any major disasters—except maybe that story where I gave the dragon a Brooklyn accent. She seemed into it.”

“She loved it,” you agreed, smiling at the memory of their earlier antics.

“You’re good with her, Peter. You’re her hero.”

“Yeah, well, she’s pretty awesome,” he shifted slightly, turning to look down at you, his silver hair tousled against the pillow.

“She’s got you to thank for that.”

You met his gaze, fingers idly tracing patterns on his chest.

“Pretty sure she gets most of that from you. The attitude, the energy. The ‘never staying still for more than a second’ thing.”

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Gotta keep things interesting, right?”

You let out a soft hum of agreement, your lips brushing against his collarbone as you spoke. “Interesting is one way to put it.”

There was a beat of comfortable silence between you, and Peter’s arm wrapped more firmly around your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space between your bodies, just the warmth of his skin against yours. He broke the silence with a quieter, more thoughtful tone. “You ever think about how we got here?”

“Where? In bed?”

“No, seriously,” Peter said, fingers brushing through your hair absentmindedly. “Like, the whole thing. You, me, Luna. I used to think I’d never have something like this. Y’know, slow life, family stuff. Thought I’d always be the guy on the outside, just speedin’ through life.”

You shifted slightly to look up at him, your chin resting on his chest. “What changed?”

He shrugged, his smile softening. “You. You changed everything. Made me realise I didn’t have to run away from it all the time. That maybe I could actually slow down long enough to be a part of something.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned up to kiss him softly, the gesture full of the affection you felt for him. He kissed you back with the same tenderness, his hand cupping your face gently as he deepened it, the kiss slow and sweet like molasses. When you finally pulled back, Peter’s thumb brushed across your cheek, eyes locked on yours in that concentrated, yet familiar way. “I don’t say it enough, but I’m lucky to have you. You and Luna. You guys are my world.”

You smiled, warmth spreading through you at the sincerity. “We’re lucky to have you too, Peter. Even if you’re still kind of a goof.”

He grinned, silver hair falling into his eyes as he tilted his head. “Gotta keep you guys on your toes somehow.”

You laughed softly, settling back against his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you into a peaceful quiet. His arms wrapped around you protectively, his thumb continuing to brush absentmindedly against your skin. For a while, neither of you spoke, just content to be together. But as you felt your eyes growing heavier, Peter’s voice broke the silence one last time, soft and almost sleepy. “Hey, babe,” he mumbled, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple.

“Thanks for making me slow down.”

You smiled against his chest, “Thanks for sticking around.”

He chuckled, his grip tightening around you. “Wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

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I need possesive Joe like instantly pleaseeee (“Tell me you’re mine.” “I don’t share.” “Your body is for my eyes only.”) maybe him and reader are in a situationship that's a bit toxic, but she also doesn't take his shit either (“Do you want me to see me try to make you jealous? Because I can do a lot better than this.” “It’s not my fault I’m so hot.” “Aw, baby, what do I need to do to prove I’m yours?” “I’ll wear whatever I want.” “Get off me.”). Or maybe i need to see a therapist...

Bestie we all love a bit of toxicity, especially here on this blog. I made this with LSU!Joe, I hope that's okay🩷

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“Tell me you’re mine.” “I don’t share.” “Your body is for my eyes only.” “Do you want me to see me try to make you jealous? Because I can do a lot better than this.” “It’s not my fault I’m so hot.” “Aw, baby, what do I need to do to prove I’m yours?” “I’ll wear whatever I want.” “Get off me.”

LSU!Joe Burrow x black!femreader

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There was never a version of LSU where Joe Burrow and Y/N weren’t going to collide.

He was him—the golden boy of Baton Rouge. Star quarterback. Game-changer. The kind of athlete who turned heads just by stepping onto the field. His jersey was sold out in the bookstore before the season even started. Professors knew his name. So did security guards. So did the line cooks at the campus dining hall. Joe had a swagger that could quiet a room and an arm that could command a stadium. Girls wanted him. Guys wanted to be him. Coaches treated him like prophecy in cleats.

And then there was Y/N.

A cheerleader, yes—but not the kind people expected to fade into the background behind pompoms and school spirit. She was all angles and attitude, sharp where others bent. Her presence was felt before it was seen. When she walked into a room, the air shifted—like even gravity paused to pay attention. Every flip she landed on the field was flawless. Every halftime performance was electric. And unlike some of the other girls, she didn’t care about the roster or the locker room whispers.

She didn’t chase players. She didn’t fall for the uniform. Which, naturally, made her the one Joe couldn’t ignore.

Their paths crossed often—too often for either of them to pretend it was accidental. Practices overlapped. Team functions blurred. Pep rallies turned into house parties, and house parties turned into whispered arguments behind closed doors. It started with banter, with the occasional stolen glance or smug compliment.

“Nice game, quarterback,” she’d toss at him after a win, her voice dripping with a challenge.

“Could say the same about your little stunt in the third quarter,” he’d fire back with a grin. “Almost made me miss the snap.”

The tension built fast—too fast. What was supposed to be casual turned complicated. What started as heat turned into something heavier, something murkier. Something they never dared to label.

They weren’t official. Not even close.

He hadn’t asked. She hadn’t offered.

But the way he’d show up at her apartment at 2 a.m. after practice, freshly showered, eyes tired but wanting—that said something. And the way she let him in every time, despite the games, despite the silences, despite the fact that he never stayed for breakfast—that said even more.

It was a situationship. Messy. Addictive. The kind of connection that burned hotter the more they denied it.

Sometimes, it was magnetic. Other times, it was volatile. It always danced the line between passion and chaos.

He liked to control things. She hated being controlled.

He liked her best when she was soft, when her defenses were down, when she let herself be vulnerable for five whole minutes. She liked him best when he was real—when the swagger dropped, when the mask cracked and she could see the boy underneath the legend.

But those moments were rare. Fleeting. Easily overshadowed by arguments that started too easily and ended too late. Still, they kept gravitating back toward each other. Like gravity. Like fate. Like fools.

And now—on this particular Thursday night—the tension that had been simmering all week was just about to boil over.

Y/N stood in her bedroom, surrounded by half-empty makeup palettes and the sweet scent of vanilla and cocoa butter. 

The golden hour sunlight poured through the narrow blinds of Y/N’s campus apartment, casting warm stripes across the floor and glinting off the edge of her vanity mirror. The apartment was modest—two bedrooms, wood floors, furniture they didn’t care enough to match—but it smelled like vanilla, cocoa butter, and the faint echo of coconut-scented body oil. Homey in a way most college apartments never managed to be.

A playlist thrummed lazily in the background, something upbeat and defiant—SZA, probably—bouncing off the white walls as Y/N danced around her bedroom in nothing but a cropped top and her favorite black mini skirt. It was a pregame ritual by now: music loud, gloss glossier, confidence sky-high. She wasn’t dressing for anyone in particular—definitely not for Joe—but damn if she didn’t look good.

She leaned closer to the mirror, lining her lips carefully. Her eyes flicked to the side as her phone vibrated on the dresser. A text from her best friend, Nia: Nia: “Pre-gaming at Lexi’s in 20. Bring that fine ass.”

Y/N smirked, typing back a quick “Bet”, then turned back to her reflection to assess the full effect.

The skirt hugged her hips perfectly. The top—cut just low enough to tease—clung to her curves like it had been made for her. She looked every inch the woman she was: confident, radiant, and absolutely untouchable.

And then the front door opened.

She barely heard the click before it slammed shut hard enough to rattle the keys on the hook by the entryway.

“Seriously?” Joe’s voice echoed through the apartment. “Why the hell is the door unlocked?”

Y/N didn’t turn around. She just rolled her eyes, uncapping her setting spray and giving her face a quick mist.

“Didn’t know you lived here now,” she called out, voice smooth, bored, sharp enough to cut glass.

She could hear the scowl in his footsteps before he even appeared in her doorway—heavy, fast, like he was already pissed off before he saw her. But once he did see her—really saw her—his entire demeanor changed.

Joe Burrow leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. His LSU hoodie was slightly wrinkled, and his hair was messy like he’d run a hand through it one too many times. 

His eyes raked over every inch of her—starting at her thighs and lingering far too long on the way her top clung to her chest before snapping back to her lips. His brows pulled together, and she could already see it—the shift. The jealousy. The possessiveness.

And here we go, she thought.

“You wearing that out?” he asked.

It wasn’t really a question. More like a challenge. A warning.

She popped one hip, deliberately ignoring the fire behind his stare. “Yep.”

His gaze darkened. “You got other options.”

“And I chose this one,” she said coolly, turning to grab her earrings from the dresser.

Y/N didn’t even turn around. She kept her eyes locked on her reflection as she slid a hoop through one ear. “Didn’t realize I needed your approval.”

His voice dropped, lower now. More dangerous. “Your body is for my eyes only.”

That made her pause.

She blinked once, slow and deliberate, before finally turning to face him.

“You want to run that by me again?”

Joe’s jaw flexed. He wasn’t the yelling type—he didn’t need to be. His words were measured. Cold. Each one carefully loaded.

“You heard me.”

“Oh, I did,” she shot back, arms crossing under her chest. “And you’ve officially lost your mind.”

He took a step closer. “You don’t see the way guys look at you? They’re gonna be staring all night.”

“And?” she challenged, chin tilted. “Let them look.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You think that’s cute?”

She rolled hers. “Get off me, Joe. I’ll wear whatever the hell I want.”

That set him off.

In two quick strides, he was in front of her—close enough that she had to back up, her spine bumping into the edge of her vanity. He planted one hand on either side of her, caging her in. His body hovered over hers, all tension and heat and frustration barely held together under cotton and muscle.

“Look at me,” he said.

She didn’t.

“Y/N.” His voice was a warning now. Not loud. Just sharp.

So she looked up, locking eyes with him—and damn if she didn’t hate how it made her heart trip.

His gaze burned into her, jaw tight, voice low. “I don’t share.”

She stared up at him, unbothered. Or at least, she looked it.

“And I don’t do leash-wearing,” she shot back. “You want to mark your territory, Burrow? Put a ring on it.”

He didn’t blink. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Her laugh was quick and mocking. “Oh, that’s what this is about?”

Joe’s expression didn’t change, but something in his jaw twitched. He hated when she laughed at him. Hated when she didn’t take him seriously.

Y/N just rolled her eyes again, her attitude growing stronger in response to his.

“Do you want to see me try to make you jealous?” she asked, lifting a brow. “Because I can do a lot better than this.”

With that, she turned away from him like he wasn’t even there, grabbing her brush and running it through her curls with slow, practiced strokes.

Joe didn’t move. Not at first.

Then, with a frustrated exhale, he pushed off the vanity and walked to the bed, dropping down onto the edge with a heavy thump. He sat there, forearms resting on his thighs, eyes tracking her every move like he was watching game tape.

She didn’t have to look to know his jaw was clenched, his brows drawn in, his ego bruising.

She smirked into the mirror, lips curling with satisfaction.

“It’s not my fault I’m so hot,” she said sweetly, still brushing her hair.

Joe let out a dry, humorless laugh and shook his head. “Yeah? Real humble.”

Y/N pouted at him through the mirror, exaggerated and mock-sincere. “Aw, baby,” she cooed, eyes locking with his in the glass, “what do I need to do to prove I’m yours?”

His gaze darkened, but he didn’t speak.

She turned back around, her lip gloss catching the light, and lifted a single brow.

“Well?”

Joe didn’t flinch. Just leaned back on his hands, eyes dragging slowly over her one more time, like he was both pissed and desperate to drag her back into his lap.

But for now, he just sat there, stewing in his silence.

And Y/N?

She was already picking out her shoes.

Joe hadn’t said a word since she turned her back on him.

He just sat there on the edge of her bed, jaw tight, arms crossed, like he was trying to hold something in—or keep something from breaking. The silence buzzed between them, loud in a way the music on her speaker couldn’t drown out. She could feel his stare burning into her back like a weight, heavy and territorial.

And still, she kept her cool.

She slipped on her heels slowly, dragging the moment out just to make him stew. Just to prove a point. She didn’t even bother hiding her smirk.

Joe’s patience finally snapped.

“You think this is funny?”

She straightened up slowly, tossing her hair over one shoulder. “I think you’re funny. Acting like this when I’ve been yours all this time and you haven’t even asked for it.”

He stood. Just like that. No warning. Just rose from the bed and crossed the room in a few long, deliberate steps, tension crackling with every inch he closed between them.

Before she could react, his hand caught her waist and pulled her back against his chest. His other hand slid up, palm splayed across her stomach, keeping her pinned in place.

Her breath caught.

“Don’t walk away from me looking like that,” he muttered, lips brushing her ear.

Her pulse stuttered. “Then don’t give me a reason to.”

“I don’t like when other people look at what’s mine.”

“You don’t own me, Joe.”

“Don’t play like you don’t love it when I get like this.”

She turned in his grip then, facing him fully, their bodies brushing—her eyes narrow, his blazing.

“You think getting possessive and jealous is sexy?” she asked, voice thick with heat and sarcasm.

His eyes dropped to her lips.

“I think you do.”

Before she could fire off another quip, his mouth was on hers—rough, claiming, desperate in the way he always got when he knew she was two seconds from walking out. His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him as he backed her toward the vanity again, her hips bumping the edge with a soft thud.

She kissed him back with equal heat, lips parting just enough to let him deepen it, but she wasn’t about to give in completely.

Not yet.

Her hands pressed to his chest, giving just enough resistance to keep him from forgetting who was really in control.

“You don’t get to act like you care when it’s convenient,” she breathed, breaking the kiss just enough to speak.

Joe’s eyes searched hers. “This isn’t convenience. This is me losing my mind thinking about you out there, looking like this, with people trying to touch what I already feel in my bones belongs to me.”

She let that linger for a second, her body still pressed against his, heat radiating between them.

Then her lips quirked, slow and wicked.

“You’re so dramatic.”

“You like it.”

“And if I do?” she whispered, her fingers hooking into the hem of his hoodie. “What then?”

Joe dropped his forehead to hers, breathing hard.

“Then I’m not letting you leave this apartment tonight.”

She tilted her chin up, lips brushing his again, but just barely.

“Then stop talking and prove it.”

He kissed her again—hungrier, wilder, his hands tightening on her hips like he wanted to mold her into his body, into his will. She matched him, fingers tangling in his hair, her teeth nipping at his lower lip as he lifted her onto the vanity, his body pressed between her legs, her heels locked around his waist.

His hands roamed over her, possessive, claiming. Hers did the same. He broke the kiss long enough to pull his hoodie over his head, tossing it aside before his mouth found hers again, more frantic this time, like he couldn’t get enough. She felt the same, her body alive in a way it hadn’t been in too long, the heat between them building, building, the need for more coiling tight and electric in her veins.

“Stay with me tonight,” he breathed, his lips trailing down her neck, teeth scraping over her pulse.

She arched into him, her voice a breathy whisper. “No.”

His hands gripped her tighter, his breath hot on her skin. “I won’t ask again.”

She laughed, low and husky. “You won’t have to.”

He drew back suddenly, his eyes wild, his hair a mess. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s a maybe.”

“Maybe?” he echoed, voice rough.

She nodded, her lips curving up, eyes never leaving his. “Maybe.”

He stared at her for a second, his chest heaving with every breath, the air around them charged with need and tension.

Then he was kissing her again, lifting her from the vanity with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed, laying her down gently, his body settling over hers. She could feel him hard and ready against her, and she rocked up into him, earning a groan against her lips. His hand slipped under her skirt, fingers finding her clit through her thong, making her gasp.

“Joe,” she breathed. “We don’t have time.”

He pulled back, his eyes searching hers, his fingers still working her over, her breath coming faster. “If you think I’m letting you walk out of here without a reminder of what’s waiting for you when you come home, you’re crazy.”

She shook her head, a laugh bubbling up. “Home. As if.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Mmm. I do.” She reached for his sweatpants, dipping her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around his cock. He groaned, hips thrusting into her touch. “But I’m not that easy.”

He stilled. “What?”

“I’m not coming home to you tonight.”

Joe's eyes darkened further, but this time in anger. He reached up and wrapped his hand around her throat, resting it there. "Y/N." His tone was a warning.

"Joe."

"You're mine. You know that. Don't make me have to remind you." He tightened his grip. She felt a thrill race through her at his words, at the possessive tone in his voice, at the way his body was reacting to her.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing hers. "If you don't come home tonight," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "you know what happens."

She arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh yeah? What happens?"

His eyes flicked down to her lips, then back up again. "I'll come find you." He kissed her, slow and deep, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as his fingers continued to work her clit. She moaned against his lips, her hips rocking up into his touch.

When he broke the kiss, she was breathless, her eyes heavy-lidded. "You wouldn't dare," she whispered.

He smirked, his eyes blazing with heat. "Try me." His grip on her throat tightened just enough to make her pulse spike with need. 

She swallowed, her throat working against his palm.  "Is that a threat?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "It's a promise."

He bit her lobe softly, then pulled back, his eyes locked on hers. "Don't make me follow through."

She searched his eyes, seeing the intensity there, the determination. She knew he wasn't bluffing.

And she loved it.

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Y/N was having a blast at the club. Her friends surrounded her, the music thumping in her chest, lights flashing overhead. She’d been trying to shake off the argument with Joe, the way his possessiveness had twisted in her chest, but as the night wore on, she found herself enjoying the freedom. The laughter, the drinks, the music—everything was an escape from the heat and the tension building between them.

She hadn’t even noticed the guy at first. Just a casual glance in her direction, a shy smile, and before she knew it, they were dancing. Nothing serious. Just a flirtatious back-and-forth that never meant anything. Or at least, it shouldn’t have.

But as she moved with the beat, her mind couldn’t shake the memory of Joe’s possessive tone, the way his grip had felt on her throat, how he’d marked her with every kiss. Part of her felt rebellious, like she was daring him to come after her.

Her phone buzzed in her bag, the vibrations pulling her from the moment. She glanced down at it, seeing a notification from one of her friends—an Instagram story.

She clicked it open.

Her heart skipped a beat as the image loaded: a video of her dancing with the guy from earlier, laughing and swaying with him in the crowded club. It was playful—no boundaries crossed—but the sight of her in the arms of another guy, especially after everything that had just happened, made her pulse spike.

She wasn’t the only one who’d seen it.

Joe had. And within seconds, he was already on his feet, moving with purpose. His jaw clenched, fists tight at his sides. The jealousy that had been simmering under the surface since he saw the way that guy had looked at Y/N was now boiling over, uncontainable.

His mind raced, replaying the scene over and over—the guy’s hands on her waist, the way she was laughing, too carefree, too unbothered.

Joe’s grip on his phone tightened as he typed out a message to her, but before he could hit send, his mind snapped into focus. He knew exactly what he had to do.

Miles away, Joe sat on the edge of her bed, scrolling. Shirt off, chain still around his neck, his dark eyes locked on the glowing screen. The video looped. Her smile. That guy’s hand on her waist.

The muscle in Joe’s jaw ticked. Once. Twice.

He didn’t scream. Didn’t even curse. Just stared at the clip like it was telling him something he already knew.

That she was slipping.

That someone else thought they could touch what was his.

He opened his messages, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Typed, deleted. Typed again.

Having fun?

He erased it.

Too soft.

You think I won’t pull up?

Deleted again.

He didn’t need to ask questions.

He already knew what he was going to do.

His face smoothed into something colder, more certain. He slid on a hoodie, grabbed his keys from the desk, and sent just one text.

No punctuation. No fluff.

I warned you

Back at the club, Y/N felt the buzz in her hand before she even looked.

The words blinked up at her, simple and sharp.

Her heart stuttered.

It wasn’t the kind of message that made you roll your eyes and keep dancing. It was the kind that made your pulse quicken, your brain start running through everything you’d done in the last ten minutes.

And she knew.

He was coming.

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The club pulsed with a life of its own, the thundering bass reverberating through the air, shaking the walls and vibrating every inch of her body. Y/N had been swept up in it all, lost in the rhythm, in the laughter, in the heat. Her friends had drifted off to the bar, leaving her floating alone in the crowd, surrounded by strangers and shadows. Her phone buzzed in her hand, the sudden vibration slicing through the haze of the night. For a second, she didn’t react. The music demanded her attention, pulling her deeper into its intoxicating embrace.

Another buzz. Her fingers swiped the screen, distracted. She glanced down and saw the message. Her heart stuttered in her chest.

Don’t make me come find you.

Her pulse kicked up immediately, not just out of surprise but from something else. Something darker, more familiar. The kind of thrill she couldn’t shake—that rush. The one she always felt when Joe decided to make his presence known.

Her lips curled into a smile, though she knew she shouldn’t. It wasn’t fear she felt, not really, but that familiar, twisted excitement—the kind that came with pushing boundaries, with feeling the weight of his gaze even when she couldn’t see him. Joe didn’t do subtle. He didn’t do safe. He did intensity. He did possession.

And she liked it. More than she cared to admit.

Her fingers hovered over the screen as she fought the instinct to text back, to tease him the way she always did. But something inside her twisted at the thought. Not tonight. Not this time.

That push and pull. The way his words could make her stomach flip even when they should’ve chilled her to the core. Joe didn’t do subtle. He didn’t do boundaries. He did heat. Intensity. And she had been burning in it since the first time he’d grabbed her hand under the bleachers and whispered something reckless into her ear after practice. He was the star quarterback—untouchable, magnetic. She was the head cheerleader—visible, envied. Of course they were always near each other, always orbiting. But this wasn’t the fairy-tale version of that story. This was messier. Darker. Addictive.

A second buzz jolted her out of her thoughts. She glanced at her phone. This time, it was a call.

Joe.

His name was bold on the screen. She hesitated, her thumb hovering over the green button, her heart hammering. She knew what would happen if she answered. He would drag her back into his world—the one where everything was a game, and he always won.

With a flick of her finger, she hit ignore. She didn’t need his control tonight. Not this time.

Her smile deepened as she tucked the phone back into her bag, turning her attention back to the guy she’d been dancing with. He was still grinning, oblivious to the storm gathering around her. His hand brushed lightly against hers, his arm wrapping loosely around her waist. The heat of his body felt like nothing compared to the storm inside her. Joe was still there—his presence, thick and suffocating, clouding her thoughts.

“You good?” the guy asked, his voice cutting through the music.

“Yeah,” she said, forcing lightness into her tone. “Just… someone who doesn’t know when to let go.”

He laughed, leaning in closer, too close, his breath hot on her neck. But Y/N barely noticed. Her thoughts were with someone else—someone who could take the heat of this night and turn it into something dangerous. Joe.

Every sway of her hips, every dip and twist of her body, was a defiance, a reminder. She wasn’t his to command. Not tonight. Not like this. Tonight, she was in control. Tonight, she would play the game her way.

But that was the thing with Joe—he always came when she pushed too far.

And that’s when she felt it.

A shift in the air. A heavy, electric charge that sent a shiver down her spine. Her body froze mid-move, a tingle crawling across her skin as a deep instinct screamed—he was here.

Slowly, she turned her head, scanning the crowded entrance. And there he was.

Joe.

Standing just inside the door, his silhouette outlined against the flashing lights. His face was hard, unreadable, but his eyes? Those eyes—dark, narrowed, locked onto her with a predatory intensity. She could feel his gaze as if it were a tangible thing, pressing on her skin, demanding her attention. His body was still, poised like a lion preparing to pounce.

His gaze didn’t move. Not once. Not when people brushed past him. Not even when the guy beside her leaned in again, oblivious. Joe’s jaw was clenched tight, his entire posture carved from tension. He wasn’t storming in. Not yet. He didn’t need to. The look said enough: I see you. 

Her heart thudded in her chest. Every ounce of confidence she had crumbled under that gaze. She hadn’t heard a single word from the guy beside her, hadn’t felt his hand on her hip, hadn’t registered the music around her. All she could do was watch Joe.

He wasn’t moving yet. Not yet. But she knew, deep in her gut, that he would.

The guy beside her seemed to notice the shift, his words trailing off as he sensed something had changed. He leaned in, oblivious, too drunk on the night to realize who he was up against. His hand brushed against her waist again. She stepped back, her eyes still on Joe.

“Something wrong?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion.

“No,” she whispered, the words barely escaping her lips. “I just…”

But she didn’t finish the sentence. Because Joe was moving now. His eyes never left hers, and neither did his steps. Slow. Deliberate. Cutting through the crowd like a predator. People parted for him without thinking, but he didn’t notice them. Didn’t need to. His gaze was locked, singular, as if the world around him didn’t exist.

Y/N’s heart picked up pace again, the thundering beat in her chest a contrast to the hollow emptiness inside her as she realized just how far she’d let this go. The guy beside her stepped back as Joe drew closer, no words spoken. None were needed.

Her phone buzzed again.

You’re mine. And if you’re not coming home to me tonight… I’ll come find you.

The words hit her like a cold wave. She didn’t smile this time. Didn’t feel the thrill. Something was different now. Something had changed. Her defiance was still there, but now, there was a cold weight pressing down on her—something that felt real.

She wanted to run. Wanted to tell Joe to go to hell and keep dancing with the guy beside her, who was still watching her with wide eyes, clueless. But she couldn’t.

Joe’s eyes flicked once toward the guy, sizing him up in an instant. And then, his gaze locked onto hers again. No words. Just that look. Possessive, unyielding.

This wasn’t jealousy anymore. It was a claim.

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Joe was close now.

She could feel it before she saw him. The air around her shifted—thickened—as if the room itself recognized the danger. The crowd seemed to part for him like instinct, people stepping aside without even realizing why. Y/N felt her body tense, but not with fear. It was anticipation. A spark of something twisted and electric. Her breath caught in her throat, but her chin stayed high, jaw clenched in something that resembled defiance—because if Joe was going to bring the storm, she wasn’t going to run from it.

She never ran.

The guy beside her faltered, eyes flicking toward the sudden tension charging the air like static. “Yo, is that—?”

Before he could finish, Joe stepped into her space like he belonged there, like he had every right to erase the distance between them. And maybe, in his head, he did.

He didn’t say a word.

He didn’t have to.

Those dark, burning eyes of his locked onto hers with that look—the one that always told her exactly where she stood. You’re mine. That was the message. Raw, unspoken, and completely unwavering.

Y/N’s heart thudded hard in her chest, but she didn’t look away. Her lips curled upward into a mocking half-smile. “Didn’t think you had the balls to show up.”

Joe’s jaw twitched.

The guy beside her straightened a little, starting to piece together the very obvious tension between them. He opened his mouth again—probably to ask her if she was okay—but he didn’t get the chance.

Joe’s hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist, firm and unflinching. The movement wasn’t violent, but it was decisive. Possessive. He tugged her forward with enough force that she stumbled a step, the heel of her boot scuffing the sticky floor.

“Come on,” he said, voice low, flat, and loaded with warning. “You’re done here.”

Y/N’s head snapped toward him, her tone instantly sharp. “Excuse me?”

Joe didn’t even blink. His grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it got tighter.

“You heard me.”

“Let go of me.” She yanked at her wrist, but he held fast. Her voice dropped into a deadly whisper. “You don’t get to just show up and act like I’m yours.”

Joe leaned in, voice cool and steady, but the fire behind his words burned hot. “You are mine, and you know it. So quit playing.”

The guy—clearly out of his depth—backed up, holding his hands in a half-surrender. “Hey, I didn’t know she was with someone, man—”

“She’s not,” Y/N snapped, yanking again at her wrist. “We’re not a thing.”

Joe's laugh was low and humorless. “You really wanna play that game right now? After everything?”

Y/N’s mouth opened to throw something back, something biting—but the words never came. Because despite herself, despite the ache in her pride and the stubborn fire in her chest, there was another part of her—quieter but undeniable—that liked this. That liked him like this.

The side of Joe that didn’t ask. That just took. That made it clear she didn’t get to erase him with a few shots of tequila and a stranger’s hands on her waist.

So when he turned, still holding her wrist, and started walking, she didn’t resist.

Not really.

Her friends stared from across the room, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. One of them—Kayla—mouthed something at her, a silent Are you okay? but Y/N didn’t respond.

She didn’t know if she was okay.

Didn’t know if she was pissed or turned on or just drunk on the energy that came with being near Joe when he was like this—dark and wild and unapologetically territorial.

The crowd closed behind them as they moved, Joe cutting through the club like he owned it, like dragging her out of there wasn’t up for debate. And maybe it wasn’t.

When they hit the cooler air outside, the buzz of the club muffled behind the thick doors, Y/N finally yanked her hand back hard enough to break his grip. She spun on him.

“What the hell, Joe?”

He turned slowly, jaw flexing as he stared at her, unreadable. “What?”

“You can’t just show up and drag me out like I’m some toy you left behind.”

“You looked like you were enjoying being someone else’s toy just fine.”

“God, you’re such a—” She stopped herself, fuming. Her hands shook, half from adrenaline, half from the emotional whiplash. “You don’t own me.”

Joe stepped closer, crowding her space, his voice quiet now—but all the more dangerous for it. “You sure act like I do when you’re underneath me.”

Her breath hitched.

The silence that followed was heavy, electric.

He didn’t touch her—but he didn’t need to. His words pressed against her like a hand to the throat. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. That was Joe’s real power. The way he got inside her head. The way he knew her—all her buttons, all her triggers.

She hated it.

And loved it.

“You done playing?” he asked, voice low. “Because if you wanna keep pretending you don’t want me, I’ll leave right now. But don’t expect me to watch you give my show to someone else.”

Y/N swallowed, her pulse pounding like the music still echoing in her chest. She lifted her chin again, trying to summon the same sharp edge she always wore with him.

But her voice was softer this time. Not weak—just honest.

“What if I’m tired of this game?”

Joe’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his eyes. He leaned in until their foreheads nearly touched, his breath warm against her skin.

“Then let me remind you how it ends.”

And before she could come up with a comeback—or an excuse—his lips were on hers.

Not gentle.

Not asking.

Just taking.

And Y/N? She let him.

Because whatever this was—dangerous, toxic, consuming—it was theirs.

And she wasn’t ready to let it go.

Not yet.

[ericshoney]

In the past ~ Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky always seems to avoid you and you needed to know why.

Warnings: Mentions of car crash, HYDRA, slight angst, mild language.

Reader's Age: 16

The Stark Tower wasn't just a monument of metal and glass; it was home. For Y/N Stark, it was a playground, a laboratory, and a slightly chaotic family hub. Being Tony Stark's daughter had its perks. She had access to cutting-edge technology, a practically unlimited supply of snacks, and a front-row seat to superhero shenanigans. The Avengers were her extended, if slightly dysfunctional, family. Steve told dad jokes, Natasha taught her self-defence moves, and Bruce was always willing to help with her science projects.

But there was one Avenger who remained a mystery, a ghost in her otherwise vibrant world: Bucky Barnes. She’d catch glimpses of him in the communal kitchen, grabbing a quick coffee before disappearing, or see him heading towards the training room as she wandered the halls. Each time, he’d acknowledge her with a curt nod, his steel-blue eyes holding a flicker of something unreadable before he'd quickly turn away.

It wasn't that he was unfriendly, exactly. More like…avoidant. The others told her Bucky was a private person, still struggling with his past. But Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling it was more personal than that. She was sixteen, observant, and acutely aware that Bucky avoided her like she was a landmine waiting to explode.

One afternoon, armed with a half-eaten bag of chips and a healthy dose of teenage determination, Y/N decided to confront the mystery. She found Bucky in the library, a space usually deserted, lost in the pages of a worn leather-bound book.

Taking a deep breath, she approached. "Hey, Bucky," she said, trying for a casual tone.

He looked up, startled, the book snapping shut in his hands. That unreadable look flickered in his eyes again, quickly masked by a carefully neutral expression. "Y/N."

"I was just wondering," she began, trying to ignore the sudden dryness in her mouth, "why you always, like, avoid me?"

Silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the hum of the Tower's ventilation system. Bucky’s jaw tightened. He looked away, towards the cityscape visible through the panoramic window.

"It's not personal," he finally said, his voice gruff.

Y/N scoffed, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet room. "Yeah, right. That's what everyone says. But you literally run the other way when you see me coming. Is it something I did? Did I accidentally insult your favourite hat or something?"

"I feel guilty." Bucky blurted out.

Guilty? Did you eat my cereal? Use my shampoo? What have you got to feel guilty about, you're a super soldier!" Y/n exclaimed.

Bucky sighed and looked up at the young girl, a spitting image of her father, a reminder of everything he did.

"Did Tony ever tell you about his parents?" He questioned.

"He said they died in a car crash when he was fairly young when they passed and that he wanted to be a better father than his ever was." She answered with a casual shrug.

Upon hearing her response, Bucky felt even more guilty. She didn't know the true reason for their death, meaning this conversation was going to be even harder, a conversation he thought he'd never had to have.

"Bucky your doing that intense staring thing again. Look if you're just going to feed me some bullshit, I'm just gonna go." She said, ready to leave the quiet room.

"I'm the reason your grandparents are dead. I killed them." He confessed, studying the girls face for any sign of anger, hate or sadness.

"Was that at a time HYDRA had you?" She asked carefully, knowing the trauma was still there.

Bucky nodded silently, making the teenager sigh. She went and sat next to the ex-assassin and gave him a soft smile, "I'm not angry Bucky, I can't be."

"Your...not?" He called.

"No. I can't be. I didn't know them, it was such a long time ago and honestly from the stories dad has told me, Howard Stark wasn't the warmest person." She chuckled.

Bucky let out a small chuckle too, something that seemed to warm Y/n's heart. Something that made all her anxieties and worries about the man fade away.

"So can you not avoid me? Can we agree it's in the past?" She offered.

"Deal, mini Stark."

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[hiraethwrote]

AS I LIVE AND BREATHE

pairing : tobio kageyama x f!reader summary : he thought time had extinguished any silly little feelings he'd had for you. that was way back in high school anyways. why would they linger when he didn't have you around to remind him? cw : just pure fluff, very self indulgent, kinda boring but idc, heavy pining, timeskip, set in 2016, flashbacks, reader is a uni dropout (lowkey me venting about dropping out lol), mild cursing, no use of y/n word count : 3.5k

He couldn’t help how his looks always used to linger — a generous gesture he had only spared you.

It wasn’t news to Tobio that he was notorious for being unapproachable. He had a permanent frown stamped on his forehead that always gave the impression that he was in no mood to interact with anyone. And if someone had been possessed with the spirit of engaging in small talk, he would keep his answers short and to the point. If the topic didn’t interest him, he saw no reason why he would waste his energy on it.

Eventually people just stopped trying, leaving him to live in his exclusive bubble where volleyball was the only thing that mattered — and that was enough for him.

However, you decided to go against the stream, ignoring the pinched eyebrows and standoffish demeanour.

It wasn’t anything big, but you just spared him something as simple as a smile. If he accidentally locked eyes with you across the classroom, or you passed each other in the halls, your lips would curl into the kindest smile before going on with your day.

At first he had thought you must have mistaken him for someone else, because why would you smile at him? You never really talked to each other, falling into the roles of simply being classmates.

But the tiny smiles continued, clearly meant for him. And what was probably just a meaningless act of kindness to you, had heat creep up his neck and colour his cheeks in dusty pink. Eventually he developed the tiniest hallway crush, eyes shyly seeking you out as he impatiently waited for you to catch him.

That’s where his courage stopped however. He knew he would never be brave enough to ever initiate a conversation, based on the few times words were exchanged between you and his mouth would completely dry out. You could come over to ask the most casual question of “do you have a pen I could borrow?”, and when he muttered a shy no, you simply went on to ask the next person, thinking nothing more of it.

Tobio would churn over the interaction for hours, hindsight supplying him with all the possible answers he could have given you.

Three years of a childish crush eventually came to an end when graduation rolled around. When separated, your smiles simply ceased to exist in his life and it was like a fog had lifted. He left Karasuno, and the crush evaporated into nothingness and he grew out of the childish infatuation.

That’s what he thought at least.

Right now, that very smile that had his heart race was staring back at him, identical to how he remembered it — turns out his infatuation had nothing to do with age, and everything to do with you.

Your deadpanned expression twisted into one of pleasant surprise when you spotted him. “Kageyama Tobio, as I live and breathe!”

Maybe he had always had a tiny glimmer of hope he would eventually run into you again — that being said, he was not prepared for that time to be now. Last he heard, you were basking in the glorious university life in Tokyo, attending some prestigious education he could only imagine getting into. You weren’t supposed to stand behind the counter of the quaint convenience store, much like you had done when you were sixteen.

What was even more unexpected was how you knew his name. Your interactions throughout your acquaintance had been so few and far between, he had just assumed you knew him as ‘that volleyball guy’ — but hearing his name spoken in the tune of your voice, travelling in cheerful waves, had his heart beat a little faster.

Despite his frozen stature, he let his eyes take in the scenery of you sat behind the counter. Your shoulders were close under your ears, the corporate fleece doing little to shield out the gushing cold air that occupied the store.

As unflattering as the white light above might have been, it did little to diminish your appearance which was prettier than he recalled — you looked very much like yourself, just slightly different. Every feature had turned more defined, the childlike curves slowly fading with time.

“There’s a face I didn’t think I’d see any time soon.”

Swallowing his nerves, praying his flushed cheeks wasn’t beyond obvious, he placed his items on the surface in front of you.

“Could say the same.” He wished he was brave enough to look at your face, wanting to take in all the subtle changes to your appearance. But he didn’t dare let his eyes rest on you for more than a few moments at a time, redirecting his attention to the rather interesting products he was purchasing, impatiently waiting for his heart to settle so he could act like a normal human being.

“Thought you were busy being a big shot volleyball player,” you teased, the obnoxious beeping of you scanning his items ringing in his ears. “What are you doing back home?”

He cleared his throat, hoping it would bring back some steadiness to it. “Just visiting,” nodding carefully as the words tumbled awkwardly out of him.

As he paid for his items, he tried to let his innocent urges control him and tilt his head to look at you — he had to greet the embarrassed redness to his cheeks like an old friend when he saw you already had your eyes focused on him.

“Are you in town for long?” You asked as you handed him the bagged groceries, your fingers brushing against his in a featherlight touch. It was so modest, he wasn’t even sure you felt it — he most certainly did.

“Just a few days.”

“That’s nice. A break from your hectic schedule.”

“I’ll still practice.”

Your smile widened as you pulled your sleeves over your hands, folding your arms and leaning forward on the counter. “Yeah, guess I kinda knew that.”

He felt so stupid, ogling you with big eyes as he racked his brain for all that he knew of small talk, and yet he blanked completely.

“Guess the life of a pro athlete never stops,” you said as you checked your wristwatch, probably waiting for the time to strike eleven so you could close up.

“No, not really.”

He sensed an awkward silence sneak in on the conversation, and he so desperately did not want it to end. And he spotted the slightest betrayal in your expression when your smile wavered for a split second — and he was convinced it was because you thought he was being weird.

With this opportunity served on a silver platter, he wanted to prove he wasn’t as socially inapt as he came across to be.

“You’re in Tokyo now, right?”

“Well, yes, technically,” you chuckled, undisclosed information hiding in your answer. It was uncontrollable how he quirked an eyebrow in confusion, though he quickly smoothened it in hopes he didn’t come across as rude. “Guess I’m home visiting as well. For a while.”

“And do you like it? Tokyo?”

“It’s definitely more my pace.”

That confirmed his suspicions, possessing a lively personality that seemed too big for this small town. He had always found you to have a soothing type of vibrancy that filled every room you walked into.

And your energy was infectious. He was still anxious beyond belief, but somewhere inside him he could sense that your presence had a calming effect on him. It possessed him with a flash of courage when he said “it’s nice seeing you again.”

You blinked at him, lips parted in surprise at his unexpected line, and for a moment he was sure he had messed up. He clenched his fists, waiting for you to laugh at him or tell him off.

He didn’t expect your smile to return, reigniting the butterflies once again. “Yeah,” you spoke softly, “yeah, you too.” The smile remained and the cute crinkles by your eyes deepened.

The conversation was once more drifting towards a close, and this time Tobio didn’t think he had it in him to resurrect it. He took a deep breath and presented you with a tight lipped smile, mumbling a quiet “see ya,” before turning on his heel and heading for the door.

He only had time to place his palm against the cool glass before you called his name. “Hey, Kageyama,” capturing his attention, eyebrows narrowed as he waited for your next words. “I close up in like ten minutes. Wanna walk me home?”

What? Had he heard you right?

You sunk your teeth cutely into your bottom lip, a tiny bit amused by how visibly his mind was racing to comprehend your request. “I would love to catch up more.”

His shoulders raised, as if this wasn’t the most stressful interaction he could ever remember being in, “sure.”

You gave him a look, one he couldn’t quite deduce the meaning of, while there was a sprinkle of mischief in your pursed smirk.

He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket so his nerves wouldn’t spill out in anxious fidgeting, while you started all your closing routines.

As subtly as he managed, he kept his attention on you, standing behind the register, counting the change as you quietly hummed along to the melody coming from the cheap radio behind you. Consuming his mind was the thought that you seems to fit perfectly into the impression he had created of you back in school — kind, generally keeping a smile on your face, really just trying to enjoy the day that was today.

Your head tilted down to check your wristwatch again as you let out a deep exhale, ridding yourself of the strain caused from the closing shift before you disappeared down one of the isles.

Shifting his weight from one foot to another, he was still trying to mentally prepare himself for the walk home — he was probably never again going to get the chance to prove to you that he wasn’t as socially constipated and egocentric like everyone thought he was.

The lights shut off, and you emerged again, having changed out of the uniform and into a black hoodie. “Finally,” your head fell back playfully in light exasperation, hands rummaging through your bag before you pulled out your keys, “staying open until eleven on a Saturday should be considered a crime. There’s not a soul present the last hour.”

Tobio walked out the door first, and without even thinking about it, he simply held the door open for you. He had just acted on pure instinct, and didn’t reflect on it until you flashed him another one of your charming grins. As you mumbled quiet gratitudes, he spun his head away and retracted further into the neck of his jacket — if you were to look directly at him, you would definitely be able to see the generous flush spreading across his face.

“So, Kageyama Tobio,” you said nonchalantly, spinning the keys around your finger before tossing them in your bag again, “the olympics. Quite the achievement.”

“Thank you.”

You chuckled as you startled to fiddle with the packaging of a protein bar. “Never took you to be so humble,” you teased.

Turning to look at you again, he let his eyes be led by the protein bar heading for your mouth, before landing on your lips — your plump, glossy lips that looked so extremely soft. It wasn’t until you’d finished chewing and started talking again he was able to catch himself staring and avert his gaze back to the path ahead.

“I mean, from what I’ve seen of you on the court, it’s not the first word I would use to describe you.”

“You’ve seen me play?”

A deeper laugh escaped you, one that reactively caused a smile to grow on his face — he quickly wiped it away, too scared to lean into the feeling. “Of course I have. Several. Always having us at the edge of our seats. But you-“ you cut yourself off, pointing the bar in your hand at him.

Did you even have a clue what you were doing to him? His breath hitching in his throat, tense shoulders stiffening his arms when you so abruptly stepped ahead to walk backwards while always able to look at him.

“You, mister, got pride filling your every fibre when playing.”

Eyes widened at your compliment — because that’s what it was, a compliment. Not a comment with rude undertones, not a snarky statement to piss him off, but genuine admiration for his craft.

“You think so?”

“No, I know so. It’s quite obvious when looking at you.”

“Been looking at me quite a lot, have you?”

“As a matter of fact, I have.”

This time he surrendered to the urge to flash you a smile. It was a reserved one, however, barely able to spot how the corner of his lips tilted upwards — cute.

“Guess it’s not too long until you head for Rio, right?” You asked as you took another bite.

“In a couple of months,” he retracted his hands from his pockets to clutch around the strap of his bag. “Kind of a wonder they let me visit home.”

“Yeah, would think they’d have you locked up in the gym until you leave,” and you chucked again, a sound he quickly realised he really liked to hear.

He cleared his throat, slowly stepping into a more confident role. “When are you heading back to Tokyo?”

Your steps came to a halt, and he couldn’t help but notice how nice you looked under the warm light from the street lamps, he nearly missed the uncertainty that traveled across your face.

Eventually it seemed you reached a conclusion, opening your mouth. “I don’t know, to be honest. Soon hopefully.”

“Studies going well?”

“No,” you hesitated, forcing a laugh. “In fact, they’re not going at all.” You could tell by the look on his face he was confused. “I dropped out.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You didn’t know why it had so easily slipped past your tongue. Usually you had a hard time admitting it out loud, feeling the weighing sensation of disappointment from everyone you told.

However, there was something about Tobio that had you fall into a sense of comfort you couldn’t quite explain. Maybe it was the fact that he was someone who wasn’t a complete stranger to your life, yet unfamiliar enough that he felt unrelated to everything going on.

“Do you regret it?”

It wasn’t the question you expected. People usually wanted to know why — why would you do that, and what were you to do now? Would you manage to find a job no when you had strayed from your original plan?

You let the question linger in the air for a moment before you answered, “no. I don’t.”

His chest raised as he took a deep breath, a welcoming and warm smile greeting you, one that was wider than the one he flashed you earlier. “Good.”

It was one word — just one word, yet it was loaded with a sense of understanding you had barely received when sharing your life changing news. It had you purse your lips to contain the overwhelming smile that was about to overtake your entire face.

The eye contact was intense, heart pounding a little harder by how surprisingly comfortable it felt, filling you with giddiness you hadn’t experienced in a while.

“You know,” you cleared your throat as you turned your back to him and started walking again. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.” It only took him a few seconds to catch up and walk along side you again. “You’re quite the character, Kageyama.”

He scoffed, pretending like what you said didn’t make his heart flutter. “Care to elaborate?”

“I don’t know, I always just assumed you would be like how you are when you play,” you sighed. “You’re so sure of yourself when you’re tossing. Very serene, if you will. Unless you were yelling at that little guy. Damn, what was his name? The ginger?”

Amusement twisted his expression. Not only because you knew Hinata as ‘the ginger’, but also because you had known his name, but not remembered his old teammate’s name despite him being considerably more outgoing than himself — Tobio was almost certain you’d had more conversations with Hinata than you had ever had with him.

“You talking about Hinata?”

“Yes! Him!” Excitement spilling out in your gestures. “Besides the point. My friend had a crush on one of your teammates, so she sometimes dragged me along to spy on your practices.”

He was slowly growing tired of how you had the blush lurking under his skin almost permanently, when he once again felt it approaching as he waited for the rest of your story. For the short time you had been walking, he had managed to find a somewhat steady presence, but the little confidence he grasped onto was hanging on by a thin thread. Whatever you were to say next threatened to sever it.

“There was a handful of times I witnessed you scream at the poor guy,” you laughed, nudging an elbow to his side.

Maybe he could latch onto the pleasant vibrations of your laugh to maintain his peace, trying not to let the memories of his outbursts crush him.

“It was a refreshing sight.”

Come on, Kageyama, give into the banter.

“Has anyone ever told you that you come with quite loaded statements?” He hoped he managed to smear his voice with sarcasm in order to hide the insecurity that tainted his words.

“Sorry,” trailing off with a soothing giggle. “Bad habit — what I mean is, it expanded the impression I had of you. You were always so quiet, minding your own business, much like you are now. When you’re playing, however, you’re emotional, if that makes sense?” You said with an awkward chuckle.

Was he dreaming? Was his ears playing a trick on him? Had you really been doing such an analysis of his character, enough to form an opinion that went beyond the impression he gave to most people?

He turned to look at you, locking eyes with you immediately — there was something so tender in your expression, gaze seemingly holding a deeper message he was eager, desperate, to unveil. But he struggled, too wrapped up in how your vibrant grin had transformed into a shy tilt. He couldn’t quite describe it, but it felt more genuine somehow — emotional, maybe, as you’d put it.

“Anyways,” breaking the eye contact, feeling an unfamiliar burning sensation tingle up your neck. You weren’t used to being flustered like this. “Yelling at Hinata, proved you’re more of a hothead than you let on,” trying to fall back to a casual tension, ignoring how the recent eye contact with his captivating blue eyes had stirred up the tiniest whirlwind inside you.

“Never thought you were so observant,” he quipped, and much like you, he tried to smother the boyish excitement you had caused.

“What? D’you go around thinking I was too daft or something?” There was a very evident joking manner to your tone, but didn’t seem like he picked up on it.

“What? No! That’s not-“

“I’m just playing with you, Kageyama,” you laughed, true melody to his ears.

“I just meant… of me.” He kept his eyes locked ahead, knowing his face was about to completely succumb to the blush that was so easily brought to the surface around you.

“Yeah, well,” he heard your deep sigh, “I don’t know. You stuck out to me, despite you trying your very best not to.”

All his experiences regarding you from his school days suddenly intensified — everything was put in a new light with this revolutionary information. No wonder he had found himself falling for you when there was an unspoken connection he wasn’t even aware of.

“This is me!” Your tone changed immediately, the sentimental energy evaporating into nothing but a memory. “Thanks for walking me home.”

He was fortunate enough to receive another of your characteristic smiles, those would probably always have an hypnotising effect on him, as you backed up towards the entryway of your house.

“My pleasure,” he said, trying his best to mirror the earnestness of your affection.

You had pulled out your keys again, “and I’ll make sure to tune in when you’re in Rio. Even if I have to get up in the middle of the night.”

“Maybe you’ll see some of that emotion you were talking about.”

“Oh, I’m betting on it,” you opened the door. “Good night, Kageyama.”

“You know,” he was quick to interject before you had the opportunity to disappear through the door. He swallowed his fear, “you can call me Tobio.”

A smile. “Good night. Tobio.” You held his gaze a second, and you were out of his sight.

tags : @hiraethwa

an : okay i am not so happy with it... the words were working against me on this one. might be bc i'm not familier with writing for hq yet but eventually. i have more hope in my next hq fic. it is also v boring, but it's more of a venting fic for how i feel about dropping out (it comes in waves yk)

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[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

Because! I’m Jealous of Him.

Synopsis: Accidental Confession? because of jealousy!

Word Count: 571

Filipino Romcoms gives me so much idea for cheesy fluffs omg 😭

Karina X Male Reader

You were the class president—smart, composed, always top of the rankings. The kind of student everyone respected, sometimes even envied. With your neatly organized notes, perfectly ironed uniform, and quiet authority, you were everything Chosun High admired in a leader.

And Karina? She was your opposite in every possible way.

She was the school’s sunshine—radiant, magnetic, the kind of girl whose laughter turned heads and whose smile made everything else in the hallway blur. She was bold, confident, a presence too big to be ignored. And yet, no matter how far apart your worlds seemed… you always found yourself looking at her.

Somehow, she looked back.

Between the rushed greetings, the long glances in homeroom, and the messages that went from “what’s the homework?” to late-night conversations about nothing and everything—it bloomed. Quietly. Naturally.

And then he transferred in.

Minjae.

Tall. Ridiculously good-looking. That kind of smooth-talking charm that made everyone notice him—especially her. He was too friendly with Karina. Too close. He lingered near her locker, brought her snacks with dumb nicknames written on sticky notes, walked her to class like they’d known each other for years.

You noticed.

Every time.

And with every laugh she shared with him, something in you cracked a little more.

Until it all broke.

The noon bell rang. The halls emptied except for the low hum of distant lectures behind closed doors. You stood outside Karina’s classroom, hands clenched into fists deep in your pockets, heart pacing faster than your footsteps ever could.

She stepped out, brushing her bangs aside. Her smile dropped the moment she saw your expression.

“Hey…” she said, eyes narrowing slightly. “What’s wrong?”

“Let me walk you home,” you said too quickly, your voice sharper than you meant it to be.

She sighed, already weary. “Y/N, no. We’ll just fight again.”

“No, we won’t,” you insisted, stepping closer. “I just want to talk.”

She crossed her arms, her voice tight. “Every time we talk, it ends up in an argument.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is!” she snapped, frustration bubbling. “What is going on with you lately? Why are you always like this whenever Minjae’s around?! He’s just being friendly!”

You clenched your jaw, the heat rising in your chest.

“He’s not just being friendly!” you shot back. “He’s everywhere, Karina! Following you around like a damn puppy—laughing at everything you say, trying to walk you to every damn class like he’s your boyfriend—like you belong to him!”

She looked at you, stunned. “You’re being paranoid.”

“No, I’m being honest.”

She raised her voice. “So what, you think you get to decide who I talk to now? You don’t own me, Y/N!”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Then what are you trying to say?!” she yelled.

You took a shaky breath, raked your fingers through your hair, then stepped back, pacing once before facing her again.

Your voice cracked.

“I’m saying I hate seeing him act like he has a chance with you.”

Her eyes locked onto yours.

“I hate seeing you smile at him the way I wish you smiled at me. I hate feeling like I’m losing you when I never even got to have you.”

The hallway fell silent again.

You stared at her. Everything was already out in the open now. You didn’t hold back anymore

“Because I’m jealous of him,” you said, quietly this time.

She blinked, her voice softer. “Huh? Why?”

You met her eyes. “Because I love you.”

Everything stopped. The lights above, the dull hum of a vending machine down the hall, even the air felt still.

She didn’t speak.

Not right away.

Then she stepped toward you, slowly, her arms lowering, her eyes glassy with something unreadable—surprise, maybe fear, or something deeper.

“…I love you too, though.”

Silence.

The kind that feels louder than shouting. You both stood there, staring at each other like the weight of your own confessions hadn’t sunk in yet.

[graywaynewriter]

Would you write gn!reader x mark meeting at UU perhaps during a class and hitting it off 😌 season 2 mark has me in a chokehold

Classmates

A/N: OH believe me ik what you’re talking about 😫

It wasn’t exactly the most exciting lecture, but you were trying your best to stay awake. The professor’s voice was more of a steady drone than anything else, and your notes were slowly turning into doodles on the side of your page.

You glanced around the lecture hall, hoping for some kind of mental reset, when your eyes landed on someone sliding into the empty seat beside you — a guy you hadn’t seen in this class before. Messy dark hair, warm brown eyes, a backpack slung over one shoulder like he hadn’t decided whether he was staying long or not.

He gave you a quick, slightly awkward smile as he settled in, and somehow, it was way more charming than it had any right to be.

"Hey," he whispered, glancing toward the front of the room before leaning slightly toward you. "This is Intro to Political Science, right?"

You bit back a grin. "Yeah. Unless we’re both in the wrong place."

He chuckled — a low, genuine sound — and you felt the corner of your mouth tug upward in response. Something about him felt... easy. Familiar, even though you’d just met.

"I’m Mark," he said, offering his hand for a quick shake under the table, like you were sharing some kind of secret.

You took it, feeling a little spark of excitement you couldn't quite explain. "Nice to meet you, Mark. I’m Y/N"

Maybe this class wouldn’t be so boring after all.

Now, the political science class was indeed very boring. However, sneaking in small jokes during the lecture made the two hours pass much more quickly. At one point, the class had fallen silent, and Mark accidentally chuckled from a note you had passed to him.

After class ended, you both replayed those moments in your minds, finally letting out a joyful laugh.

“Oh my god, my stomach!” Mark embraced himself by a wall as he laughed at a joke you had made about the professor’s taupe.

As you laugh at your own joke and Mark’s reaction, he had suddenly asked

“Hey, would you like to grab some coffee? There’s a really nice place just across the street from campus,” he said, pointing a thumb over his shoulder without specifying a direction. You couldn’t help but feel a slight blush at his offer. Of course, he was incredibly attractive—tall, intelligent, and incredibly sweet. Compared to many of the guys here, he was actually pleasant to interact with.

You smiled, trying to ignore the way your heart picked up at the offer.

“Yeah,” you said, hoping your voice sounded steady. “That sounds nice.”

Mark’s lips curved into a smile before he motioned for you to follow him.

“C’mon. It’s not far.”

-

The two of you crossed the campus lawn, weaving through clusters of students. The sky had shifted into that late-afternoon gold, and everything around you felt a little softer, a little slower.

For a few steps, neither of you spoke. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though. If anything, the silence felt easy—comfortable in a way that surprised you. Mark shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing over at you with a small, amused look.

“You know,” he said, “I think you might’ve saved me from falling asleep in class today. That note—” He laughed under his breath, “—was dangerously close to making me lose it.”

You grinned. “Honestly, you handled it better than I expected. I thought the professor was going to catch you. You giggle in such a high pitch” you tease him

Mark groaned dramatically. “If he had… I would’ve blamed you immediately.”

You bumped your shoulder against his playfully. “Coward.”

He gasped in mock offense but didn’t move away, and something about the casual closeness sent a flutter through your chest.

By the time you reached the little coffee shop, tucked between two bookstores, you were laughing again. Mark held the door open with a slight, almost shy gesture, and you stepped inside, surrounded by the smell of coffee and fresh pastries.

Deep down, you knew this could’ve been just another ordinary afternoon. But with Mark’s lingering gaze, it felt like something more was about to happen.

Suddenly, your peaceful coffee break was shattered by a loud crash outside. It appeared that yet another supernatural villain had set its sights on the campus, and your immediate reaction was to turn to Mark, to seek refuge in a safe place.

Only when you turned around did you find an empty seat, his coffee, and a napkin that read,

“Sorry had to run! Uh call me?->”

With his number at the end adorned with a smiley face, of course, your concern was for Mark’s safety and whereabouts. But before you could even utter a word, everyone was pointing at the sky, as if it were invincible. And just like before, invincible came to the rescue, saving the day once again.

-🧚🏼

[mssorceressupreme]

Hiii

I heard your requests were open 👀👀👀

Your writing is sooo amazing, it's addictive, like I can't get enough 😩🤚

Could I request a Minho X reader, reader is from Maze B, superrr close with Aris, and she's confident, sassy, sarcastic, loud and laughs a lot, total morale booster, she also cracks a lot of that's what she said jokes.

Since she's close W Aris, the boys might get the wrong idea and think they're a thing, but they clarify they're not lmao

You can ignore this request if you want, I just think you write so good, and so many people would love to read smth like this, I feel like some authors forget they're just teenagers ykwim?

It's so nice to see active Maze Runner blogs, especially when they write so bomb like you 😘

I hope you have a good day, never stop writing ♥️♥️♥️

Of course love, I’d be more than happy to write this for you 🥹❤️❤️❤️ Thank for the kind words, it really keeps me motivated, you’re such an angel 😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼 Hope you have a great day too lovely!! 😘🥰 (also so sorry for the delayed post, I’ve been so busy with assignments lately 😭 I hope this satisfied your prompt 💓)

Who is She?

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Summary: Sparked with curiosity, Minho follows you one day. And your relationship takes a turn.

Warnings: none really, it’s a sweet imagine I like to think

——

The dining hall was a strange blend of sterile and vibrant. It was filled with chatter and the clinking of cutlery, the usual dinner routine. To you it was the most ‘normal’ atmosphere in this whole facility, the only time you felt sane. At least people weren’t shoving needles in your face, or interrogating you.

At one of the tables, the boys from maze A—Thomas, Minho, Newt, Frypan and Winston—sat together, their eyes scanning the room occasionally while engaging in conversation.

They were still trying to figure this new place out, especially the people in it. One of those people was you, confident in spirit and as sassy as can be, currently sitting with Aris. But they didn’t know his name, he was just a quiet kid to them, or your “boyfriend”, or so they thought.

“Whatever, I could take on 50 of those guards at once, they look like they’ve got no balls.” You sneered, while chewing on your food.

“Keep it low Y/N, we don’t want anyone overhearing us.” Aris warned.

“If I could set this whole place on fire, I would, but Stella won’t let me do shit. Don’t you think it’s time we try to escape?!” You huffed. Stella, one of the girls from maze B, was the bossiest girl you’ve ever came across. (aka the Gally of Maze B, before his redemption lol)

Mind you, she’s only alive to this day because you saved her from a griever…unfortunately. Sometimes you wished you left her in the maze.

Aris sighed, he too, disliked Stella. “Anyway, you should eat up. You’ve barely eaten since we got here.”

You slide your plate over to him, “Today’s your lucky day, I’m not hungry.”

He shrugged and began indulging in this second helping. Aris wasn’t much of a eater but boy, this is the first time you guys have had real food and he wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity.

“Look! An opening, I’m going to check it out.” You whispered, standing up as the guards walked away from their previous post.

“Y/N! Get back here!” Aris whisper-yelled, but you were determined to get through the other side of that door.

——

“Where is she going?” Minho observed as you made your way towards the door.

“Who?” Winston swiftly turned around, accidentally knocking over a cup of water in the process.

Newt chuckled, while Minho pressed his lips together. “Sorry, Minho!” Winston exclaimed, grabbing napkins.

“You’re alright man. I’ll be back.” Minho gave Winston a reassuring back tap, before leaving to find the bathroom. Or, maybe he just wanted to follow you.

——

You managed to get past the doors. This was a way easier attempt than anticipated, you thought to yourself but shrugged it off.

However, you couldn’t help but feel like you were being followed. Regardless, you didn’t care, the only thing that mattered was finding out what these people were really behind.

You halted your tracks, observing your surroundings. It seemed to be a never ending grey hallway with millions of doors, great, that makes it sooo much easier for you doesn’t it!

As Minho turned a corner, he bumped into you, nearly knocking you over.

“Woah, watch it!” You exclaimed, steadying yourself.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there!” Minho was quick to defend himself.

You furrowed your brows, the newcomer from maze A. “Were you…following me?”

Minho scoffed, “Pft of all the people here, why’d you think I’d follow you.”

You shot him a look, “Oh come on, I’ve seen you newbies. You guys watch Aris and I like a hawke.”

One of the doors dinged, about to open, so Minho quickly reacted by pulling you by the waist into one of the tiny cracks in the hallway walls, adequate enough to fit two people.

“Stop touching me!” I grunted, pushing his hand away.”

“I’m barely even on you!” He retorted.

“Why were you following me anyway?!” I whispered, “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I had to use the bathroom! I’m wet if you can’t tell!” He responded, but it came out a bit too wrong. Minho immediately regretted how that sounded.

You held back your laugh, “That’s what she said.”

With a tiny bit of banter, Minho managed to break down your walls, all too quickly, something you weren’t really used to.

“So what are you up to anyway? Sneaking around like you own the compound.” Minho smirked, while keeping an eye out for any guards.

“I’ve seen them move bodies in and out of here like clockwork. Aris and I don’t trust these people.”

Minho’s eyes narrowed. “Oh yeah? You should get back to your boyfriend then. I don’t think he’d be pleased to know you were in a confined space with another man.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, no. Aris isn’t my boyfriend. He’s more like a brother to me.”

There was a moment of silence as you stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Before either of you could say more, you heard footsteps. A guard was coming your way.

Minho quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you into what seemed like a nearby closet, closing the door behind you. You stood close together in the dark, barely daring to breathe.

The guards footsteps echoed past you and faded away, earning an exhale from the both of you.

“That was close,” You whispered, “and wow here we are in another ideal place to be in right now.” Boy, you are one sarcastic girl, Minho thought.

“I know I love it here.” Minho’s breath warm against your neck.

In the confined space, your proximity made every small movement noticeable. He could feel the heat radiating off you, and your scent was intoxicating. You looked up at him, your eyes reflecting the dim light filtering through the cracks in the door.

“Why did you really follow me?” You asked, voice soft but filled with curiosity.

Minho hesitated, then decided honestly was the best approach. “I don’t know. I guess I was curious. You seem like someone we could trust, Thomas doesn’t trust the people here either.”

“Thomas?”

“Grey shirt, brown hair?” Minho described him, hoping I would recognise him.

“Ah yes, I saw his little incident yesterday. Attempting to fight a guard in the dining hall is daring, he’s got some balls.”

“Sure does.”

“You seem to know the place really well, we could learn a thing or two from you.” Minho added.

You smiled, a genuine one that made Minho’s heart skip a beat, “Well, maybe we both have a lot to learn about each other.”

Minho could see the flicker of something more in your eyes, a spark that mirrored his own feelings. He leaned in slightly, feeling the magnetic pull between them.

Before anything could happen, the reality of your situation came crashing back. You couldn’t afford to get distracted, not with so much at stake.

“We should get back,” you whispered, though your eyes said you didn’t want to move.

Minho nodded reluctantly, “Yeah, we should before anyone finds us here.”

You carefully slipped out of the closet, the hall now silent and empty. As you made your way back together, Minho couldn’t help but feel a new sense of determination.

You were in this together now, and he would do whatever it took to protect you and figure out a way out of her.

“Yo, Aris!” You called out as you re-entered the dining hall. Aris gave you a questioning glance, as you appeared with Minho, you simply nodded, signalling that you were fine.

Minho returned to his friends, who eyed him curiously.

“What happened?” Thomas asked.

“Just…getting to know our new friend.” Minho said, glancing back at you. You were already back at your table with Aris, but you shot him a quick, knowing smile.

Minho then gestured for you and Aris to come join them which you did.

“Don’t be shy, you can sit next to me if you’d like.” Minho smirked, gesturing to the empty seat beside him.

You scoffed, “As if.” But you bit your lip, hiding back a smile.

“Careful, her boyfriend might not like that.” Newt warned, glancing at Aris to see his reaction.

“Oh no no, we’re not a thing.” Aris was quick to respond, “She’s like a sister to me.”

You chuckled, “Besides, I’m more into leaders, I like a guy who can lead.”

“Someone like me?” Minho teased.

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah you wish. Who was the one leading you around just now?”

“Uh actually, if I can recall, it was me who had the reigns.” He hummed, smiling when he saw you get all worked up.

“Stand down maze boy, this is my terrain. You guys want a way out, Aris and I can help you.”

“Alright, so what’s the plan?” Thomas agreed, leaning in closely.

Minho shot you a smile, and you returned it, thought a bit cocky, he did manage to grow on you or whatever.

And for the first time, you actually felt a spark of hope. With extra manpower, you might be able to break out of this place.

You might be in a dangerous situation, but at least you weren’t alone. And Minho knew deep down, that together, you could face whatever came next, for once, everyone at that table felt hopeful.

The safe haven felt closer, and so did your friendship with Minho. But could this friendship blossom into something more, you often pondered.

Perhaps so.

You smiled, watching as Minho lead the next discussion. You could get use to this, it felt nice to be relaxed and not take the lead for once.

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Just Relax and Dance

✧ Wouldn't a dance with him at the ball make the evening even more fun?

Amid the swirl of music and laughter in the grand hall, you found yourself quietly standing by the buffet table. You swirled the grape juice in your glass absentmindedly, watching students glide across the dance floor.

“You’re not going to dance?” A familiar voice cut through your thoughts. You turned to find Deuce standing beside you.

Shaking your head, you placed your glass on the table. “What about you?” you asked, picking up a macaron and taking a bite.

"I, uh…” Deuce trailed off, glancing at the dancing crowd, then back at you. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

A teasing smirk tugged at your lips. “Can’t dance?”

“Wha—! Of course, I can!” Deuce straightened up quickly, his voice rising a bit too defensively. “Our housewarden taught me how to waltz before!” he added, though his eyes seemed to avoid yours. “I just… don’t feel like dancing right now.”

“Oh, really?” You raised an eyebrow, stifling a laugh. “So, it’s not that you’re shy or anything?”

“N-No! Not at all!” Deuce denied it again, but the pink color on his cheek betrayed him.

“Right, right,. If you say so.” You chuckled, taking another bite of your macaron as your eyes wandered back to the dance floor, watching as couples spun around in elegant masks and outfits. "This has been a fun trip," you said, recalling the earlier events. “Well, minus the whole Rollo Flamme incident.” You chuckled when you caught sight of Rollo and Malleus dancing together across the room.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I thought you said you weren’t in the mood to dance?”

Deuce hummed in agreement, but his attention seemed elsewhere. His hand twitched at his side, and after a moment, he cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to him.

“Hey, uh…” He hesitated for a moment, before taking a deep breath and turning toward you again. You blinked, catching his nervous tone as he extended a hand toward you, the faint blush on his cheeks deepening. “Would you… like to dance with me?”

Deuce fumbled for words, his hand still outstretched. “I—well, this is a special night, right? It’s not every day we get to attend a ball like this. Shouldn’t we make the most of it before we head back to school tomorrow?”

His earnestness was impossible to ignore, especially with that blush dusting his face. You couldn't help but smile at his awkward yet sweet gesture. "Alright.” You gently placed your hand in his. The way his eyes lit up almost made you laugh, and with a slightly shaky grip, he led you toward the dance floor.

Facing each other, Deuce raised your joined hands while his other hand cautiously slid to your waist. You could feel the slight tremble in his fingers, his red face illuminated by the soft glow of the chandelier.

“You don’t have to be so tense,” you teased, your voice light. “I can lead if you’re too nervous.”

“N-No, I’ve got this!” he insisted, though his voice wavered. “I’m the guy here—I should be the one leading the dance.”

You chuckled but didn’t press the issue. His movements were awkward at first, stiff and careful, as if afraid of accidentally stepping on your toes. His gaze kept darting between your feet and your face, making you stifle a laugh.

“Relax, Deuce,” you urged gently. “It’s just a dance. We’re here to have fun, remember?”

“Right… fun,” Deuce repeated under his breath, glancing up at you. For a brief moment, the tension in his shoulders eased. “Yeah… I can do fun.”

Slowly but surely, his grip on your waist loosened, and his steps became smoother. Soon he was guiding you more naturally across the floor, and as the music picked up, he even managed a clumsy little spin, which caught you off guard and made you laugh.

When the music finally slowed to a stop, Deuce let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “That was… actually really fun,” he admitted, scratching his neck.

“See? Told you it wasn’t so bad,” you teased, giving him a playful nudge.

The next song began to play, and students flooded the dance floor once more. Deuce didn't move from his spot, his hand still loosely holding yours. “Do you, uh… wanna go for one more?” His voice was soft, the blush on his cheeks returning as his hopeful gaze met yours.

You smiled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’d love to.”

[morgana-larkin]

Hi!! I absolutely ADORE your writing!! This is my first request so please don’t get mad 🙏🏾🙏🏾!!

Long story short Melissa accidentally snaps on the reader and the reader ignores her for gives her blunt responses for the rest of the day and Melissa makes it up to her 😏😏

PSA: it doesn’t have to be smut!!! That’s just the first thing that came to mind!

Hi!! I’m so happy you love my writing! And anon never feel guilty about sending a prompt, I was not mad in the slightest. I had a lot of fun writing this and it honestly took me over a day as I kept getting distracted. And obviously I’m gonna include smut if you ask for it. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m still taking requests, I currently have 10 prompts to get too and 3 other pieces I’m doing, so please be patient if you send one!

Side note: don’t know if the gif fits but she looks so hot with that pen in her mouth 🫠

Make Up and Make Out

Warnings: feisty Mel, swearing, smut

Words: 3.5k

You and Melissa have been dating for 2 months now. While it’s still new, you know that you and Melissa love each other even if neither of you have said those 3 words yet. The Abbott crew knows, they were the ones that set you two up when they got tired that neither of you got your head out of your ass and asked the other one out.

It’s Friday morning and you're walking in through the doors of Abbott. You walk in and immediately see Melissa stomping angrily across the floor to her classroom. You decide to go and check on her and see what’s upsetting her.

You knock and open her door. “Melissa?” You say gently and she turns to look at you.

“What?” She bites out and you are taken back but you don’t take it personally.

“I came to check on you, you seem upset.” You tell her.

“I’m fine.” She grits out and you walk closer to her.

“You sure?” You press.

“Yes I’m fine, I just want to be left alone.” She tells you.

“You don’t seem fine.” You push. And Melissa is trying not to take her anger out on you but with everything going on and you keep pushing, her anger is rising.

“Y/n please leave. I want to be alone.” She spits out.

“Mel, if something is going on with you then I’m here for you.” You tell her and then Melissa explodes.

“Y/N! I DON’T WANT YOU HERE! I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE! DON’T YOU EVER LISTEN OR ARE YOU JUST STUPID!” She yells at you and you admit that it hurt.

“I’m sorry, I’ll let you be.” You tell her defeated and you look down at the ground as you leave her classroom.

As soon as you close her door, a couple tears spring to your eyes and you head to your own classroom which is down the hallway

Melissa silently stews in her classroom until the kids get there. She ran into Joe and his new wife this morning at the gas station. She seemed really happy with him, and it just reminded her of her marriage with him. She was happy at first too, and then it slowly declined. What if it happens again with you? She didn’t want to be with you due to her issues and feelings with relationships but after getting to know what it would be like to be with you, she couldn’t stay away. She’s thinking if maybe she should stay with you or let you go so you can go live your life with someone else that doesn’t have the issues she does.

The morning passes by and she’s seen you a few times in the hall but you ignored her every time. She knows she hurt you this morning when you came to check on her and she should apologise, but too many thoughts are swirling in her head, concerning you and your relationship.

At lunch in the break room, you walk in and get a coffee ready without even looking at Melissa and she sighs. You just get a coffee with your back turned to her, Melissa stands up and walks over to stand beside you.

“Y/n?” She says and you just glance at her before resuming what you were doing. “Can we talk after school at my place?” She says to you and you furrow your eyebrows. Is she really going to break up with you.

“I’m busy after school.” You tell her.

“With what?” She questions. You originally had plans tonight to see each other so she thought that might still happen.

“None of your business.” You bite out and she sighs.

“What about tomorrow?” She tries and you roll your eyes. You grab your lunch from the fridge, grab your coffee and leave. Leaving a hurt Melissa behind.

Once you get to your classroom, you close and lock your door. You then sit down at your desk and you sigh. You bring your knees up to your chest and you curl in on yourself.

The afternoon goes just how the morning went, everytime Melissa sees you and either waves or tries to talk to you, you ignore her.

When all the students leave, Melissa sits back in her chair and sighs. She’s worried that you guys aren’t going to last much longer and it’s all because of her. In that moment, she hears a knock at her door and she looks, hoping it’s you.

“Oh, hey Barb.” She says when she sees Barb standing there looking worried.

“Hey dear.” She says and enters, she closes the door and walks over to the redhead. “I’ve noticed some tension between you and y/n today.” She says and Melissa groans.

“I know, I yelled at her this morning by accident and she’s avoiding me and I don’t blame her.” Melissa says and covers her face with her hands.

“Why did you yell at her?” Barb says and brings one of the students chairs over to Melissa’s desk and sits on it.

“I ran into Joe and his new wife at the gas station this morning. She seemed really happy with him.” She says and removed her hands from her face

“I feel like there’s more to this.” Barb pushes. “Cause I doubt you still have feelings for Joe.”

“Ya there’s more. It made me think of how happy I was with him at first, before the problems started. And I thought, what if it happens with y/n too? Should I just back out now? And all those thoughts kept swirling around in my head and she saw that I was upset and came to check on me. She tried to get me to talk to her and I kept telling her to leave me alone, and when she didn’t, I snapped at her.” Melissa says and Barb looks at her, processing what Melissa just told her.

“Melissa, I know you know this but I think you need to hear it, y/n is not Joe. Your relationship with her is different than your relationship with Joe.”

“I know, and she’s so young Barb. What if I fuck her up the way that my marriage with Joe fucked me up?” Melissa says.

“Melissa I can’t give you what you need, I can’t give you reassurance because I don’t know the future. But maybe that’s a good thing. Why worry about the future when you should focus on the present.” Barb tells her.

“Easier said than done.” She says and sighs.

“I know. But answer this Melissa, do you want to lose y/n?” She asks and that catches Melissa off guard. She was thinking at the beginning of the day that maybe you’ll be better off without her but then she got upset when you started ignoring her. After getting a taste of what it would be like to not have you anymore today, she wants to stay with you. She hated that you ignored her today.

“No.” Is all Melissa says but it Barb knew how much thought Melissa put in to that answer.

“Then you need to apologise and explain.” She tells her.

“I want to do that right now but she said she has plans right now.” Melissa says and Barb chuckles.

“She lied, she has nothing going on.” Barb tells her.

“How do you know?”

“Because I ran into her on the way here and I asked her about her plans tonight and she said she’s staying home and possibly watch movies.” She tells her. And at that Melissa gets up and gathers her things.

“Thanks Barb.” Melissa tells her and she runs to her car.

Barb shakes her head and smiles. “I love those two but they can be such idiots.” She tells herself and then leaves to go home.

Melissa drives to your place and gets out and sprints to your door then knocks. You hear the knock but you don’t feel like getting up from the couch, so you ignore it.

Melissa thinks maybe you didn’t hear it so she knocks again but louder. You hear the louder knock and you get up as someone is here to talk to you and is willing to knock twice. You open the door and see Melissa there and your heartbeat speeds up. You think maybe she’s here to end things.

“Melissa.” You say.

“Hi, can I come in?” She asks.

“If you’re here to break up with me, I’d rather you just do it here.” You tell her.

“Well then luckily I’m not here to break up with you.” She tells you and you look at her confused. “I’m here to apologise for this morning and to explain what happened.” She says and you move to the side to let her in. She walks in and goes to your couch to sit down and you join her after closing the door.

“Ok, so what happened this morning then?” You ask and she takes a deep breath.

“I ran into Joe and his new wife this morning at the gas station.“ She starts and you put an arm on the top of the couch and lean your head on your hand and look at Melissa. “She looked happy with him, and it reminded me of when he and I were married. I was that happy as well, but only for a few years. And it made me think about us and what if it happens again like it did with Joe. I don’t have the best track record when it comes to relationships. A failed marriage and failed proposal isn’t something to brag about. I don’t want to ruin relationships for you either. I thought maybe it would be best if I let you go now and you could go live your best life without me.” She tells you and you look at her surprised. “Then when you went to check up on me, all those thoughts were spiralling and you kept pushing and I snapped and I’m sorry. When you were ignoring me today, I basically got a taste of life without you and I don’t want that life.” She tells you and then looks at your eyes. “I hope you still want to be with me, because I still want to be with you.” She tells you and you stare at her, mouth open.

“What if this happens again? And that time you actually break up with me?” You ask her and Melissa looks down with guilt, it was a fair question.

“I can’t promise you what you want to hear, I don’t know what’s going to happen, and it scares me too.” She looks up at you. “But right now I want to be with you. I love you.” She says and you look at her stunned. She said it, those 3 words.

“You love me?” You ask her and she nods.

“I do, I love you very much.” She tells you and you smile at her.

“I love you too.” You tell her and she looks at you shocked then she smiles. “And of course I want to stay with you.” You tell her and she beams.

She leans forward, she cups your cheek and she kisses you. You kiss her back immediately and you run your fingers through her beautiful ginger locks.

“Let me make it up to you. I want to show you how much I love you.” She tells you when she pulls back. You look at her a little breathless from the kiss and you nod. You two haven’t had sex yet as you were taking it slow. You couldn’t believe your luck today. It started out shitty but then she tells you she loves you and then wants to have sex.

She stands up and gets you to stand up too, then she picks you up bridal style and carries you to your bedroom. She places you on the bed, then straddles your lap and kisses you deeply.

She pulls your shirt up and you two break away from the kiss for a second then go right back to kissing. She snakes her hands to your back and unclips your bra, before she gets a chance, you take it off and throw it to the ground. Melissa laughs at your eagerness then pulls back to get a good look at you. She places her hands on you and touches you everywhere. “You have such a beautiful body.” She tells you and you smile.

“You’ve only seen half of it.”

“Ya, and I love what I’m seeing already.” She says to you and you blush. She then pushes you down and you lay on your back. She kisses your lips then she sneaks a kiss on your nose and forehead and you giggle. She then goes to one of your ears and licks and sucks on it. She then goes to your other ear and does the same thing, she wants both sides to get the same amount of attention.

After, she travels down to your neck, she kisses it and sucks in the middle and you gasp and arch your back. She ends up leaving 4 hickeys on your neck, 2 on each side, before travelling down to your chest. She leaves kisses all over your chest before putting a nipple in her mouth and sucking. While sucking and licking the nipple, she unbuttons your jeans, pulls the zipper down and sneaks her hand in your jeans and underwear. She pulls back from the nipple at the same time you gasp when her finger finds your clit. She then gets off the bed and takes off your remaining clothes, goes on her knees, pulls your body towards her and connects her mouth with your pussy.

“OMG!” You say. You’ve had sex before but for some reason many girls don’t want to do oral, which is a shame as it’s your favourite. You feel her smirk after you say that and you look down at her and she’s indeed smiling. She looks up with her eyes at you and sees you looking at her, and that’s when she decides to connect her tongue with your clit. You gasp and grab her hair, she moans as you grab and pull her hair a bit. The moan vibrates on your clit and you buck your hips, Melissa has to pin you down to stop you from moving. She doesn’t stop, she knows you’re close by the way you’re shaking. You come with a gasp seconds later and Melissa licks it all up.

She gets up and takes her shirt and pants off, then motions for you to move to the head of the bed, which you do. She then climbs on top of you and kisses your lips. You taste yourself on her and you moan and grab her head, deepening the kiss. Then she slips her tongue in and you lose all thought, except the thought of her. You reach her back and you unclip her bra and take it off. You want to feel all of her without clothing in the way. Once the bra is off you put your hands back on her back and feel all over, she has such soft skin and want to be able to feel it forever. You then migrate to her front and put your hands on her stomach and feel all of it and moan. You then move up and feel her neck then move down to her chest and cup her boobs. This time she moans and you begin playing with her nipples. You break apart from the kiss and Melissa can’t stop kissing you and moves down to kiss your neck.

“Hmm Melissa, please, I want your nipples in my mouth.” You tell her and she smiles. She knows you’re more of a breast girl as she’s caught you looking at her breasts more than her ass. She pulls away from your neck and slides up a bit so her boobs are in your face. You put one nipple in your mouth and put your hand on the boob and cup it while your other hand is playing with the other.

Melissa feels as you suck and move your tongue all over her nipple and she moans. Of course all her sexual partners that she’s had have always been interested in her boobs as they’re big. But all of them never really know how to properly use their mouth on them. But it seems you know exactly what to do to make her let out so many sounds. Then she realises that all her past partners also never did something else well and she wants you to try it.

Once you’re almost done with her second nipple, she speaks up. “My love, Amore?” She says and you pull back and you look at each other. “There’s something that I’ve always wanted to do and was wondering if you’d be interested.” She says and you look at her and smile.

“What is it?” You ask her and she bites her lip.

“Face sitting.” She says and you look at her.

“With you on someone’s face or someone on yours?” You ask.

“With me on someone’s face.” She says and looks down a bit embarrassed. You bring a hand to her chin and make her look up.

“What are you waiting for then? Come sit on my face.” You say excitedly and she beams.

“Really?”

“Ya, come on.” You tell her and she strips her underwear off then she moves up, grips the headboard and lowers herself on your mouth. Before she’s fully on she looks at you concerned.

“If you need air then like tap my leg 3 times or something.” She says and you nod.

She lowers herself fully and your tongue is immediately all over her entrance and she gasps. With your experienced tongue all over her pussy, it doesn’t take long until she’s grinding on your mouth. You have to hold her legs so she doesn’t block your air flow and you move to her clit. She’s moaning and gasping as you’re sucking and licking her clit so well and she’s starting to shake. She comes 10 seconds later and it all goes in your mouth and on your face.

She gets up and moves back down and kisses you. “Thank you.” She tells you.

“Of course.” You tell her and Melissa can tell that you’re turned on so much right now and moves her hand down to your entrance and pushes a finger in. You gasp and she starts sliding it in and out and then she adds another. She adds a thumb to your clit and you’re trying to grind but her body on yours is stopping you from moving. Then you realise her body is on yours, and you could move your thigh up straight to her core, so you do.

“Oh, fuck.” She says when your thigh is putting pressure on her core. “What are you doing?” She says and slows her movements down.

“Wanting you to grind on my leg.” You say and she raises her eyebrows at you.

“How about I can grind on your leg after I make you come?” She offers and you nod and lower your leg. She speeds up her movements and you’re moaning and gasping. Not too long after you come and she slows down before pulling out of you and she licks her fingers that were inside of you. She then moves to straddle her thigh and starts grinding on it as promised. You can’t help but stare at this beautiful woman, who’s also your girlfriend, grinding on your leg. You put your hands on her hips to help and you tense up your thigh to give her more pleasure. “Oh god, y/n.” She moans out and she brings one of your hands to her boob to get more pleasure and you put your other hand on her ass and cup a cheek. “Do I feel nice and wet on your thigh baby?” She asks you and the only thing you can do is nod as the rest of your brain power has fucked off. “Hmm, you make me so wet, you and that magical tongue of yours.” She gasps out and you smile. She comes seconds later and you feel it drop on your thigh.

She pulls off of you and grabs the Kleenex on your nightstand and cleans you both up. She then lays down beside you and you both catch your breath. She looks at you and sees you’re already staring at her and she opens her arms out with a “come here” and you go and cuddle into her.

“I’m still so sorry for snapping at you.” She tells you and you completely forgot about that.

“It’s ok, I forgive you. And honestly, I forgot about it.” You say and she giggles.

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[prinzrupprecht]

Accidental Confession

Synopsis: You had a huge crush on him. Every time you came close to telling him, you practically froze up and shut down. That was until one day you couldn’t handle your emotions and turned to alcohol.

TW: slight drinking and suggestive

WC: 1206

You were stuck in Osiris’s temple preparing tables for noble guests from another city to pay their visits. Bastet was ordering you around to help with the food and asking you to go into the back storage room to get a few red wine bottles. The king was on edge lately with the trade diplomatic deals with other nations demanding more from Osiris who was the ruler of Egypt.

“What are you doing? These don’t go here,” Bastet took the vases you placed on the tables and put them somewhere else. You were feeling and out of it all of a sudden. Bastet noticed you were quiet most of the day and had asked if you were fine.

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine! Don’t worry, it’s been a long day.” You quickly tried to brush her off but her cat instincts were kicking in and you know you’ll have to tell her why you were feeling horrible that day.

“You’re lying! Ha! What did my nephew do this time?” How did she know already?! Your mind was freaking out. You pondered about it. He didn’t do anything, it’s that you were being a coward with your feelings. Your face was burning red, but she was your friend sort of.

“N-Nothing! He did nothing. I just… don’t think he likes me. Or anytime I think he does, he gets distracted and thinks of other things.” You could’ve sworn your face was a blushing mess.

Bastet couldn’t help but scoff at how cowardly you become. “Well, maybe he’s not into girls at all… it’s probably that.” You grimaced while you hated to think of that possibility. You saw Bastet’s eye twitch as if you said something to irk her.

“Here, take it. I’ll finish the rest of this banquet,” Bastet handed you a bottle of red wine. You stared down at it feeling that it was forbidden to accept it, but you did anyway. She gave you a look to leave which you quickly scurried out of the main hall. You thought how kind Bastet was to let you leave earlier than usual. Weren’t you technically just a servant deity of the Egyptian pantheon anyway?

Just as you were about to reach your corridors you saw him— Anubis. He was arguing with Horus which wasn’t unusual but it was probably something stupid so you were going to just ignore the two and head on into your room. “Hey wait!” You were about to open your door but were quickly stopped when Anubis grabbed your free wrist. You could almost feel your heart jumping to your throat.

“Ha! A— Anubis? You shouldn’t sneak up like that,” you could see how he was scratching the back of his neck while smiling. Horus already left which now leaves just you and Anubis alone.

“My bad, my bad. I got excited seeing you,” when he said that you couldn’t help but feel warm on the inside. Excited? Did you want to get your hopes up? You mentally shook your head and opened your door.

“Oh.. well, if you’re not busy you can come in?” You tilted your head while holding the bottle that Bastet gave you. You could see his eyes lit up at your invitation. You never really saw him drink before, well you could assume he may not be a drinker. So this would be interesting.

“You drink this stuff? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drink before,” Anubis walked in behind you while taking a look at the red wine bottle curiously. You normally were never granted such luxury, but whenever you get permission to drink with Bastet, you’d take up on her offer. You sat on the floor grabbing one of the cups from the table, “rare occasion.” You respond while taking the bottle pouring it into two cups and handing him one.

Anubis sniffed it and scrunched his nose up. It was funny to witness his dislike for wine. Yet, he still tried it and gagged. “Yuck, yuck, yuck! What the heck is this?!” He was sticking his tongue out, well now you know he does not like wine.

“Sorry, Anubby… I should’ve offered you something better next time.” You practically had downed your cup. Something better? Anubis wondered what you meant by that.

“Agh, it’s fine. I’m not mad! Not mad at all, besides, the maids would sometimes offer me this stuff. I just wanted to try with you,” Anubis pouted but you felt a wave of emotions flourish through you. So he hates wine and tried to drink with you? You couldn’t help but stare at him. You didn’t want to make yourself into a fool by getting intoxicated in front of him either so you didn’t go for another drink. You could barely conceal your feelings at this point. Anubis was lying on his back while his arms were holding his head up a bit.

“Am I that tolerable?” You had asked him while moving closer to him. Anubis didn’t understand the question per-say. Tolerable as in?

“Never mind, I shouldn’t have—"

“Yes, you are! It’s just… you shouldn’t really put up with someone like me. Right?” Anubis pouted, but you kept trying to convince yourself these weren’t hints or signs that he possibly liked you or anything. Put up with him? You always liked his company and being close to him.

“I like you a lot—!” You covered your mouth and stepped back hating what you just said. You were ready to feel stupid for taking all the signs that he possibly felt the same about you and get rejected. You had hoped he would’ve assumed something else like friends but his puzzled expression said otherwise.

Before Anubis could respond you tried to step out of the room.

“Wait! Don’t leave! Don’t leave! Did you mean that?” He grabbed your arm pulling you back into him which you could swear your heart was close to exploding.

“I— err yes,” your back was pressed up against his chest as his arms were wrapped around you tightly.

“Ah— I should’ve known! I like you too~! I like you too! This makes me super duper happy!” He was squeezing you from behind making your face turn red as a tomato. Thank god he couldn’t see your face.

“A— Anubis you’re squeezing me really tight!" You had squeaked out but at the same time you were beginning to relax comfortably in his arm.

“Oops, sorry! I’m sorry, I just got too excited.” He released you but kept yourself huddled in his grasp. Well, minus being squeezed to death you mostly preferred hugs, touching one another and mostly just some form of his affection.

“Just being with you makes me happy,” you quietly said which made him feel all sensational on the inside. He had pulled your face up to plant kisses all over your face and neck making you feel fluster all over. “Is this okay?" he continuously asked while making sure you were comfortable with him touching you all over.

He was wanting to explore you even more that night but had stopped himself to make sure you were fine with it knowing you were nervous.

He was just as happy, if not even more actually.

Note: I’ll probably do someone else like Loki next or more Susano’o one shots / HCs but unfortunately his backstory lacks a bit of depth with his ban from the heavens. So it makes things harder for me to write about him.

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Always Here for You (Min Ho x Reader)

Summary: You have been dealing with bullies at KISS, but you've been hiding it from everyone—including Min Ho. He's noticed but hesitated to step in, unsure of his own feelings. But when he finds her hurt and crying, everything changes.

Word count: 643

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I tried to ignore it.

The whispers in the hallways, the cruel looks, the way they "accidentally" bumped into me too hard. At first, I told myself it wasn't a bit deal. That if I didn't react, they'd get bored and move on.

But they didn't.

It only got worse.

I never told anyone. Not Yuri, not Q, and definitely not Min Ho.

Min Ho.

The thought of him made my heart twist. He was the one person I wanted to tell, the one I wished would notice. But he was always surrounded by people, always so confident and untouchable. And me? I was barely holding it together.

Then, today happened.

I had been cornered after class, shoved into the supply closet when no one was looking. Their laughter echoed in my ears as I hit the floor, pain shooting through my side. My lip stung where one of them had slapped me, and my wrist ached from the fall.

By the time I managed to crawl out, the halls were empty. My body hurt, but my heart hurt worse.

I don't know how long I sat there, curled up on the floor, trying to breathe through the pain. But then—

"(Y/N)?"

My heart stopped.

I looked up, and there he was. Min Ho. Standing just a few feet away, his usual confident smirk replaced by a lok of pure shock.

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked, voice sharp with concern as he crouched down.

I wiped at my eyes, trying to pull myself together. "It's nothing."

His jaw clenched. "That's not nothing." His fingers grazed my chin, tilting my face up so he could see the cut on my lip. His eyes darkened. "Who did this to you?"

I shook my head. "It doesn't matter."

Min Ho exhaled sharply, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Are you serious right now? You're hurt, and you're telling me it doesn't matter?"

I looked away. "You didn't care before."

That made him freeze.

"What?"

"You saw them messing with me," I whispered. "You never stepped in."

His expression twisted with something I couldn't quite read. Guilt? Regret?

"I thought..." He sighed, running a hand down his face. "I didn't know it was this bad. And I—" He hesitated, then took a deep breath. "I was scared, okay?"

I frowned. "Scared?"

He let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah. Scared. I like you, (Y/N). More than I should. And I thought if I got involved, if I made it obvious, it would only make things worse for you. But I was wrong." His voice softened as he brushed a tear off my cheek. "I should've been there for you."

My chest tightened. "Min Ho..."

"I'm here now," He said firmly. "And I'm not going anywhere."

For the first time in weeks, I felt something other than fear. I felt safe.

--

That night, in Min Ho's dorm he insisted on taking care of me. He cleaned my cuts, got me ice for my wrist, and made me tea even though he didn't really know how.

And now, somehow, we were curled up on his bed, my head resting against his chest as his arms wrapped around me protectively.

I felt the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his body against mine.

"You're staying here tonight," he murmured.

I looked up at him. "Bossy much?"

He smirked, but there was nothing teasing about the way his fingers brushed through my hair. "I just don't want you to be alone."

I sighed, melting into him. "I don't want to be alone either."

His grip tightened slightly, like he was making a silent promise. "You won't be. Not anymore."

I closed my eyes, listening to the steady beat of his heart. And for the first time in a long time, I believed him.