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EDGE OF DESIRE
pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader
summary: in mattheo riddle's dorm, the air is thick with tension. a few teasing words arouse a deeper desire, and before you know it, the quiet night is consumed by an undeniable, heated pull.
warnings: explicit content, smut, including unprotected p in v, heavy sexual tension, teasing and playful banter, use of pet names like "baby" and "love," brief dominant/submissive themes, possessive language, light fluff, verbal cues and consent being emphasized.
words: 1,948

the room was quiet, the only sound the soft rustling of the emerald-green curtains in the breeze. the dim light from a single enchanted lantern cast faint shadows across the stone walls, its glow muted but warm against the cool, dark space. mattheo’s presence beside you felt heavier, more intense, and you couldn’t help but feel the pull of his proximity.
his eyes were locked on you, studying every inch of your face like he was trying to figure out a puzzle he was dangerously close to solving.
“you’re trouble,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that all-too-familiar smirk.
you raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly, your voice barely above a whisper. “am i?”
mattheo’s gaze flickered down to your lips, then back to your eyes, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away.
his hand moved, almost hesitantly at first, brushing against yours before his fingers twined with yours. the heat from his touch spread through you like wildfire.
“there’s no such thing as trouble if you know how to handle it,” he said, his voice low and smooth, his lips barely moving as he spoke.
you could feel the space between you both closing, the air thick with unspoken words, with the promise of something more.
your heart beat faster, each passing second pulling you further into the moment.
“i think i’d like to see how you handle it,” you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them.
mattheo’s smirk deepened, his hand shifting to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. his lips brushed against yours, soft at first, testing, but as the kiss deepened, it became more urgent, as if you both couldn’t get close enough.
the room seemed to disappear, leaving only the intensity of the moment.
his arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto his lap as he deepened the kiss further. his hands roamed over your back possessively, his touch both gentle and demanding.
he broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your neck, his hands sliding lower to your waist. "you always push,"
you chuckle as you move your hands to the back of his neck, asking, "do i?”
your fingers play with the hairs at the back of his neck, making his breath catch. his hands tighten around your waist as he nuzzles into the touch.
"mmm," he murmurs against your skin, placing a soft kiss on your pulse point. "driving me insane with it."
"like that, huh?"
he smirks against your neck "exactly like that," he whispers, his voice low and husky.
his hands move to your hips, pulling you even closer, wanting to feel every inch of you against him. "tell me something... do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?"
you shake your head in response, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as you press your clothed core against him, feeling the heat of his breath hitch.
mattheo inhales sharply as you grind against him, a low groan rumbling in his throat. his grip on your hips tightens, assisting your movements.
"incredibly sexy," he breathes out, his eyes darkening with desire as they meet yours.
you let out a soft giggle, the sound playful and teasing, before you start grinding slowly against him, drawing a deep, quiet breath from him in response.
his breath catches as you continue your maddeningly slow grind, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through him.
"you wicked, teasing thing," he growls playfully, his hands slipping under your shirt to caress the smooth skin of your back. "driving me absolutely crazy..."
"you drive me insane too, love," you whisper, a wicked grin playing on your lips. slowly, you guide his hands, pressing them against your chest, feeling the heat of his touch. "touch me here... don’t hold back."
mattheo’s eyes flare with hunger as your hands guide his to your chest. his palms cover the soft swell of your breasts, thumbs brushing teasingly over the peaks already straining against the fabric of your shirt.
"like this?" he murmurs, voice rough with barely restrained desire. a moan erupts from your throat, the sound soft yet eager.
"just like that, love," you breathe, your body responding to him with a need that matches his own.
he can feel your warm breath against his neck, hear the soft moan that escapes your lips. it’s driving him mad. he hooks his fingers in the neckline of your shirt, slowly pulling it down to expose more of your soft skin and the lace edge of your bra.
you increase your pace grinding against him, getting desperate for any source of friction to soothe your burning need. his breathing becomes ragged as he watches you move against him, feeling every grind against his hardness.
his skilled fingers trace the edge of your bra, tormenting you with anticipation. "is this what you need, baby?"
"yes," you breathe, your voice soft but filled with need. "i need you... now."
his patience snaps at your desperate plea with a swift motion, he rips your shirt open, the sound of tearing fabric filling the room.
he pushes the torn fabric off your shoulders, his gaze devouring the sight of your bra-clad breasts heaving with your frantic breathing. "look at you,"
you giggle at his reaction, the sound teasing and light, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you watch him struggle to maintain control. he smirks at your giggle, finding it utterly adorable even in his haze of desire. his fingers deftly unhook your bra, freeing your breasts.
he groans at the sight of you bare before him, your pink nipples hardened into tight peaks. "you’re so fucking beautiful,"
you smile at his compliment and guide his hand to my right breast.
he takes the hint, palming your breast possessively. his thumb swirls around your nipple, watching as it pebbles even further under his touch.
he leans in, capturing the other peak with his mouth, suckling and nipping gently. "i love these perfect tits,"
"they’re all yours," you whisper, your voice low and laced with anticipation, locking eyes with him.
his heart clenches at your words, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest. he switches breasts, giving the other the same attention as he grinds his hips against yours, seeking more friction. "all mine, hmm? and this pretty pussy too?"
"yes," you whisper, your voice laced with pure joy, a soft gasp escaping as the sensation overwhelms you.
not needing any further invitation, mattheo swiftly pushes his hand into the waistband of your pants, seeking out your warm, wet heat. his fingers find your slick folds, teasing them gently before plunging two deep inside you. "merlin, you're soaked, baby. all for me?"
"need you," you whine, your voice thick with longing, the words tumbling out, "so badly.”
his control snaps, hearing your desperate whine. he removes his fingers long enough to push your pants down, exposing you completely.
his cock strains painfully against his own pants, throbbing with need. "tell me what you need, sweet girl. my mouth? my fingers? my cock?"
you reach out to the bulge in his pants and gently brush your fingers against it. the gentle touch is his undoing. he grabs your wrist, pressing your hand firmly against his straining erection.
"that’s it, touch me. feel how hard I am for you." he lifts his hips, grinding his cock against your hand through his pants.
"all worked up for me, huh?" you smirk, stroking your hand against him before reaching for the zipper of his pants.
his eyes roll back at the sensation of your hand on his zipper. he helps you unzip his pants, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. he’s huge, thick and long, the head already leaking precum.
he captures your lips in a searing kiss, his hand moving between your legs again, this time finding your clit. he circles it expertly while pressing his hard cock against your stomach.
"tell me what you want..." he murmurs against your lips "tell me to fuck you..."
you whine, the heat of his cock pressed so close to your core sending a wave of need through you, every inch of contact heightening the tension between the two of you. “fuck me, mattheo. i want you."
with a snarl, he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist. He aligns his thick head with your entrance and thrusts up hard, impaling you completely on his huge cock. He holds you there, stretching you wide. "Oh god, you're so fucking tight."
you moan at the feeling, the warmth and girth of him soothing you from the inside. he pulls out slowly, only to slam back in, setting a brutal pace. His hands grip your hips tightly as he pounds into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
"fuck, i can't believe i fit inside you." feeling your tight walls clench around him, mattheo grins wickedly, picking up speed.
"guess I'm just really good at fitting in tight places, huh?" he teases, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts that hit that perfect spot inside you.
"oh, fuck" another moan escapes you as his hands tighten on your hips, pulling you down onto him even harder as he lifts his hips to meet yours. he's hitting that spot inside you over and over, making you see stars.
"you like that baby?" He growls, his voice hoarse with exertion.
"mmmm" you hum contentedly in response, closing your eyes, allowing the moment to envelop you completely in pure bliss.
mattheo's eyes roll back in his head as he feels your hum vibrate through your body, sending shivers up his spine. he reaches between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight circles as he continues to pound into you. "fuck, you're so damn responsive. i love it."
stars begin to cloud your vision, and you feel a warm, contented sensation in your stomach, as if everything is aligning perfectly.
his fingers on your clit quicken, wanting to send you over the edge. ''baby, fuck. let go for me, i want to feel you cum all over my cock."
mattheo grips your hips tighter, angling to hit your sweet spot dead-on with each powerful thrust. his words were your undoing. the tension in your stomach releases as ecstasy flows throughout your body, leaving you shaking for a few seconds.
mattheo groans deeply as he feels your walls clench and spasm around his throbbing cock. he buries himself deep inside you, his own release ripping through him as he pumps hot, thick streams of cum into your pulsating pussy.
he then collapses forward slightly, draping his upper body over yours without crushing you. he presses lazy kisses to your neck as they both ride out the waves of pleasure, his cock still twitching inside you. "holy hit, that was..."
"bloody brilliant," you smile, your eyes lighting up. he chuckles breathlessly, nuzzling your neck before gently pulling out and easing you both onto the bed.
wrapping you in his strong arms, he smiles against your skin. "brilliant indeed. i don't think l've ever come that hard in my life."
"well then, i’m definitely a lucky young lady," you say, your eyes sparkling with gratitude and a hint of mischief.
he grins, lifting his head to press a soft kiss to your lips. his eyes twinkle with affection and a hint of mischief. "you’re more than lucky, love. you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger."
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WET AND WILD
pairing: mattheo riddle x gender neutral!reader
summary: you and mattheo riddle, rivals through and through, end up in the rain, teasing and laughing in a surprising twist.
content: fluff, teasing, playful banter, water fight, unresolved tension, subtle chemistry, no established relationship.
words: 1,093

the castle grounds were soaked, the storm that had just passed leaving puddles glistening under the soft light of the crescent moon. the air was thick with the smell of wet earth, and the castle was eerily silent—no students, no chatter, just the quiet of the night.
you had no real reason to be out here, especially past curfew, but you couldn’t resist. the walls of hogwarts had felt too tight lately, and tonight, freedom was calling your name.
you twirled on the wet grass, your arms outstretched, your robes clinging to you as water dripped from your hair.
for a brief moment, the rest of the world didn’t matter—no classes, no exams, no pressure. just you, the rain, and the night.
“you’re either insane or hoping the rain’s got a sick sense of humour.”
the voice was sharp, familiar, and so close it made you jump. you spun around, heart racing, to find mattheo riddle leaning against a nearby tree. his hands were in his pockets, dark curls damp from the rain, and his slytherin tie had long since slipped loose. that smug little smirk was there, as always.
“what are you doing here?” you demanded, narrowing your eyes. “shouldn’t you be sulking somewhere in the shadows, plotting your next underhanded move?”
“could ask you the same thing,” he replied smoothly, pushing off the tree and strolling toward you with that cocky gait. “though, you’re not sulking. you’re… spinning around like a deranged pixie.”
“i’ll take that as a compliment,” you shot back, crossing your arms, trying to hide the irritation building inside. “and what’s your excuse? come to ruin my fun again?”
he chuckled, low and mocking. “let’s just say i was curious. imagine my surprise when i find you—of all people—acting like you’ve won some sort of battle.”
“i’m not battling anything,” you retorted, your voice tinged with annoyance. “just enjoying the rain. you should try it sometime, riddle. might loosen that stick up your-”
“careful, darling,” he interrupted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “i might start thinking you’re flirting with me.”
“in your dreams,” you snapped, anger rising. “i’d rather dance with a dementor.”
“more often than you’d think,” he murmured, so quietly you almost didn’t catch it. then, before you could respond, he stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “alright, show me.”
“show you what?”
“why dancing in the rain is so great.”
you blinked, caught off guard by the audacity. “you’re serious?”
“deadly,” he replied, a challenge in his voice as he extended his hand. “come on, then. show me how it’s done.”
your rivalry with him burned hot in your chest. mattheo riddle—the arrogant, insufferable slytherin—wanted to dance in the rain? it was preposterous. but there was something in the way he looked at you, daring you to back down. and you never would.
with a reluctant sigh, you took his hand. his grip was warm, almost too warm, and you quickly yanked your hand away once the brief contact was over. “don’t say i didn’t warn you.”
“i don’t embarrass easily,” he said, pulling you toward him with that signature cocky smirk. “lead the way, pixie.”
you rolled your eyes, but your body moved of its own accord, guiding him to a patch of open grass. you began to move, the rhythm just for you, but the whole time, mattheo followed like a shadow, doing his best to match your every step. when he spun you unexpectedly, you stumbled, your feet slipping on the slick ground.
“careful,” he teased, his voice smug. “don’t want you falling for me.”
“in your dreams, riddle,” you shot back, but his proximity was doing strange things to your focus.
“you keep saying that,” he mused, his voice dropping dangerously low. “starting to think you’re the one dreaming about me.”
your heart skipped a beat, but you quickly composed yourself. “i’d rather fall into a pit of vipers than ever think about you.”
he grinned, but before you could react, he kicked up a spray of water, drenching your robes. you shrieked, trying to dodge, but it was impossible.
soon, you were both caught in a full-blown water fight, laughing despite yourselves, but beneath the laughter, there was the constant pulse of rivalry.
eventually, breathless and soaked through, you collapsed onto the grass, the rain now reduced to a soft drizzle.
you glanced at mattheo, who was still catching his breath, that familiar smirk lingering on his lips. you hated that it was still there, like he had won some silent contest you hadn’t agreed to.
“you’re not half bad at this,” you muttered, still slightly annoyed.
“don’t sound so surprised,” he replied, his grin widening. “i’ve got plenty of hidden talents.”
“like what?” you asked, trying to reign in the anger, but finding it impossible to suppress the competitive edge in your voice.
“wouldn’t you like to know?” he said, leaning back slightly as if he were studying you.
then, his tone softened, but it didn’t lose its sharpness. “you’re different out here. freer. it suits you.”
you blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in his voice, but quickly recovered. “is that your idea of a compliment, riddle?”
“take it how you will,” he shrugged, sitting up. “just don’t get too full of yourself.”
“too late,” you teased, even though something in his words made you pause.
the two of you sat in silence for a moment, the tension between you still crackling like an electric current, but softer now, less hostile.
mattheo was still your rival, but there was something different in the way you viewed him. something you couldn’t quite place.
“you know,” he said, breaking the silence, “i’m starting to get why dancing in the rain is a thing.”
“told you so,” you said, a slight grin tugging at your lips despite your better judgment. “it’s not that bad, is it?”
“not when the company’s decent,” he admitted, his eyes meeting yours with that same challenge, but this time there was something else in them. something you couldn’t quite figure out.
“don’t get used to it,” you said, standing and offering him your hand. “this doesn’t mean i like you.”
“sure it doesn’t,” he replied, taking your hand with that infuriating smirk of his. “but you might want to work on hiding it.”
you rolled your eyes, but the smile you tried to suppress betrayed you. as you walked back to the castle, the rain finally letting up, you couldn’t help but think that maybe—just maybe—mattheo riddle wasn’t only your rival after all.
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KNOTS AND KISSES
pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader
summary: after a long day at hogwarts, mattheo surprises you by offering to untangle your hair, revealing a softer side you didn’t expect.
content: fluff, mutual pinning, no established relationship, suggestive language, kissing.
words: 1,853

the castle had settled into a hushed stillness, the kind that only came when most students had retreated to their dorms.
you sat on your bed, freshly showered but too tired to deal with the mess of damp, tangled hair sticking to your shoulders.
the soft glow of enchanted fairy lights shimmered across your room, casting gentle shadows on the walls.
just as exhaustion began pulling at your limbs, a soft knock broke the silence, and before you could respond, the door creaked open.
“you’re going to get hexed one day for not locking your door,” mattheo muttered as he stepped inside, his smirk already firmly in place.
his dark eyes flicked over you, taking in your pajama-clad form and the damp strands clinging to your face.
“though i suppose if i’m the one sneaking in, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
you arched a brow at him, too tired to fight the grin tugging at your lips. “is this your way of saying you missed me, riddle, or are you just bored?”
he shut the door behind him with a soft click, the smirk deepening as he crossed the room. “can’t it be both?”
you rolled your eyes as a laugh escaped from your lips, flopping back against your pillows. “what are you even doing here? do you plan to charm my hairbrush to attack me?”
he pushed off the doorframe and strolled over to you, his gaze lingering on the damp strands clinging to your face. “doesn’t look like i’d need to. your hair’s already doing half the job.”
“wow. insightful as ever, mattheo,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.
he chuckled, low and warm, as he perched himself on the edge of your bed. “bad day?” he asked, his voice laced with concern, but you could already hear the teasing in it.
you turned your head toward the door, only to find him leaning against the frame, arms crossed, a grin spreading across his face.
“i’m fine,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes.
“just… too tired to deal with this,” you said, motioning vaguely at your tangled hair.
mattheo raised an eyebrow. “too tired? or too lazy?”
you gave him a playful glare. “i prefer ‘tired.’”
he walked over to the bed, his smirk still in place, but his eyes softened when they landed on you. “i think i can help with that,” he said, as if he'd already made up his mind.
“help? how?” you raised an eyebrow, suspicious of what he meant.
“well, you don’t have to untangle your hair if you’re that tired,” he said, his voice practically dripping with mischief. “i’ll do it for you.”
“you?” you blinked, unable to hide your amusement. “you’re going to untangle my hair?”
“don’t sound so surprised,” he drawled, though his smirk betrayed his amusement. “i’m full of hidden talents.”
you couldn't help but laugh at the idea.
“like what? bothering me until i lose my mind?”
“that’s one of my favorites,” he admitted, moving to sit down on the bed next to you, patting his lap, gesturing impatiently.
“now, are you going to sit down, or are we going to spend all night arguing?”
you narrowed your eyes at him, though you couldn’t stop a small smile from playing at the corner of your lips. “this better not be some trap to mess with me.”
“i’m offended,” he teased, his voice light and playful.
“just sit, and let me work my magic.” he patted his lap again, the mischievous glint in his eyes growing stronger.
sighing dramatically, you rolled your eyes, but there was no resisting him. you climbed onto his lap, positioning yourself so you were sitting comfortably with your back against his chest.
hesitating for only a moment, you shifted to sit on the bed, your back pressed against his chest as you settled into his lap. his hands immediately found your hair, the warmth of his palms startling against your cool, damp skin.
“you’ve done this before?” you asked, more out of curiosity than doubt.
“maybe,” he said, his tone deliberately cryptic as his fingers worked through the knots with surprising gentleness.
“what does maybe mean?” you pressed, craning your neck to glance at him.
“it means don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to,” he said, smirking down at you.
you huffed, but the way his fingers combed through your hair was oddly soothing, and you felt yourself relax against him.
“you’re quiet,” he noted after a moment, his tone light. “you’re not plotting my demise, are you?”
“not yet,” you murmured, closing your eyes. “this is suspiciously nice, though.”
he chuckled, low and warm, the vibration of it against your back sending a strange flutter through your chest. “what can i say? i’m full of surprises.”
the two of you fell into an easy rhythm, the sound of his voice mingling with the soft crackle of the candlelight as you chatted.
you teased him about his hair-braiding skills, or lack thereof, and he retaliated by pretending to tug too hard, only to gently smooth his fingers through the strands again.
at one point, he paused, his hands lingering in your hair. “you know,” he said quietly, almost hesitantly, “this isn’t so bad.”
“what isn’t?” you asked, turning your head slightly to glance at him.
“this,” he said, gesturing vaguely between you both. “not... being alone all the time.”
his admission caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. but then you reached up, your fingers brushing against his, and you smiled.
“i trust you,” you said softly, feeling the weight of his words in the space between you.
his gaze softened, his fingers pausing in your hair before he continued gently untangling it.
“you do?” his voice was low, surprised in a way that made your chest tighten.
you nodded, feeling the quiet shift between you both. “yeah. even if you are a pain in the arse sometimes.”
he snorted softly, but there was a warmth in his smile. “you know, you’re lucky you’re cute when you’re being stubborn.”
his fingers carefully tugged at a particularly tough knot, and you winced.
“sorry,” he murmured, his voice softening. “i won’t hurt you.”
you laughed. “you’re lucky i like you. otherwise, i might just hex you for putting me in this position.”
“oh, please,” he scoffed, but there was no malice in his voice.
“as if you could live without me.” he tugged on your hair again, this time with much more care.
“hmm, true,” you admitted, letting your eyes close for a moment, enjoying the warmth of his body and the soothing rhythm of his fingers. “you’re pretty hard to get rid of.”
“you’re welcome,” he said with mock humility, and you could feel the grin on his face against the back of your head. “this is just me being a good…friend.”
“good friend, huh?” you teased, your voice light and playful. “who knew you had it in you.”
“you’re the only one who gets to see this side of me, you know,” he muttered, voice surprisingly soft as he continued working through your hair, his hands gentle now. “so enjoy it while it lasts.”
you felt a warmth settle in your chest at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile, even though you tried to play it off.
“you really are soft underneath all that sarcasm,” you teased, your voice warm with affection.
“and you’re not fooling anyone with that fake tough-girl act,” he shot back with a grin, though it was obvious he was enjoying the moment just as much as you were.
his fingers worked through another knot before he reached for a strand near the back of your head, tugging it with an exaggerated grunt.
“how did this even happen? seriously, it’s like you’ve been wrestling with a hippogriff.”
“i do have a very busy life, you know,” you quipped, reaching up to lightly smack his arm. “you’re lucky i’m letting you do this. don’t mess it up.”
“mess it up?” he echoed, his voice dripping with confidence. “i told you i’m a professional.”
you snorted. “right.”
you felt his chest rumble with laughter, the sound so close to your ear that it sent a shiver down your spine.
he was so close to you, and in this simple, sweet moment, everything felt just a little bit more perfect.
“well, i think i’m done,” he said after a moment, gently setting your hair down, and you could feel the soft caress of his hands against your skin.
you turned in his lap to face him, feeling your heart race as you met his eyes.
“you actually did a good job,” you said, a teasing smile curling at the corner of your lips. “i’m impressed.”
“thank you,” he said, grinning back at you. “i told you. i’m good at everything.”
“everything, huh?” you leaned closer, your breath mixing with his as you smiled. “prove it.”
before he could respond, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a kiss that was anything but soft.
he tasted of warmth, familiarity, and affection. he didn’t pull away, his arms tightening around you in response.
and for that moment, with his fingers still tangled in your hair and his lips against yours, the world outside your little bubble of comfort didn’t matter.
it was just the two of you, tangled together in the way only you could understand.
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ink-stained distractions
pairing: mattheo riddle x gender neutral!reader
summary: a study date with mattheo riddle proves more distracting than productive.
warnings: just pure fluff, playful banter, mutual pining, mild teasing.
words: 1,042

you never expected to find mattheo riddle, the star player of the slytherin quidditch team, skipping practice for a study date.
yet, here he was, sprawled across the table with a devil-may-care grin, pretending to study while doing everything in his power to make sure you couldn’t focus for a second.
“you’ve written that same sentence three times,” he said, the teasing lilt in his voice breaking your focus.
he leaned back in his chair, spinning his quill with practiced ease. the soft lamplight caught the edges of his sharp features, his dark curls grazing his forehead, making him look entirely too distracting for someone you’d roped into a study date.
“because someone keeps talking,” you retorted, glaring at him.
“or maybe,” he countered, leaning forward, “you’re just looking for an excuse to stare at me.”
you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks betrayed you, heating up under his gaze.
mattheo riddle was impossible—infuriating, smug, and entirely too handsome for his own good.
“you’re lucky you’re good at this,” you muttered, shoving your notes toward him.
“good at what?” he asked, his smirk widening.
“explaining,” you snapped, though your voice softened. “i don’t understand this part of conjuration. help me, or i’ll find someone else to study with.”
his grin faltered for a split second—just enough to make you wonder if the idea of you studying with someone else actually bothered him. then, as if to prove you wrong, he tilted his head, his expression smug as ever.
“you wouldn’t dare,” he said, his voice low and playful.
“try me.”
with a dramatic sigh, he grabbed your textbook, flipping to the section you’d pointed out. “you’re lucky i’m feeling generous today.”
“you mean, lucky you skipped quidditch for this,” you said, raising a brow.
“i am sick, remember?” he said, miming a weak cough. “tragically bedridden.”
you snorted. “right. because spending the afternoon in the library with me is such a hardship.”
he didn’t respond immediately, his focus shifting to the textbook in front of him. as he began explaining the theory behind conjuration, his tone shifted—calmer, steadier, his words precise and clear.
for someone who constantly got into trouble, mattheo riddle had an uncanny ability to simplify even the most complex topics.
and it was infuriating.
how was he so smart? how was his handwriting so neat, his diagrams so perfect, when half the time he wasn’t even in class?
you stared at him, trying to reconcile the boy who pulled pranks and skipped detention was the one in front of you now, his hair falling into his eyes as he scribbled notes for you.
“you’re staring again,” he said, not looking up from the parchment.
“am not,” you lied, snapping your attention back to your own notes.
he looked up then, a playful gleam in his dark eyes. “it’s okay,” he said softly. “i stare at you, too.”
the air between you shifted, your heart stumbling over itself as his words hung in the space. for once, mattheo didn’t grin or smirk; he just looked at you, his gaze steady, almost vulnerable.
“don’t say stuff like that,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended.
“why not?” he asked, leaning closer.
“because—” you started, but your words faltered when he reached across the table, brushing a stray ink smudge from your cheek with his thumb.
his touch lingered for just a moment before he pulled back, his smirk returning, softer this time. “you’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”
“i hate you,” you muttered, but the words lacked conviction.
“no, you don’t,” he said, his confidence infuriatingly unshaken.
the next hour passed in a blur of explanations and stolen glances, the tension between you growing with every accidental brush of hands, every lingering look.
and then, just as you were starting to feel like maybe, just maybe, you could focus, mattheo leaned back in his chair and stretched, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of his toned stomach.
“really?” you said, narrowing your eyes at him.
“what?” he asked, feigning innocence.
“you’re doing it on purpose,” you accused.
“doing what?” he said, leaning forward again, his curls falling into his eyes.
“that!” you said, gesturing vaguely at him. “existing like... like that.”
he blinked, and then he laughed—a real, genuine laugh that made your chest ache in the best way.
“you’re ridiculous,” he said, his voice warm and soft.
“look who’s talking,” you shot back, though you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips.
for a moment, neither of you said anything. the library was quiet except for the faint rustle of pages and the distant hum of students talking. and in that stillness, mattheo’s gaze found yours again, softer this time, his smirk fading into something more sincere.
“you know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “i don’t mind skipping quidditch for this.”
“yeah?” you asked, your own voice quiet.
“yeah,” he said, his lips quirking into a small smile. “it’s worth it... if it’s with you.”
and just like that, you knew you were done for.
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fluff = ♡ ── angst = ✿ ── smut = ✶
ONE SHOTS
tempting fate ✶
ink-stained distractions ♡
knots and kisses ♡
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THE KISS TO CONFIDENCE
paring: harry potter x fem!reader
summary: you're feeling insecure about your looks, especially your body, but harry knows exactly how to help you feel confident again.
warnings: nonetheless, just pure fluff!!
word count: 1k!

looking in the mirror had always been your least favorite pastime.
it wasn’t self-hatred exactly, but something quieter, sharper—a nagging discomfort you could never quite silence. your reflection was never enough, and today, it felt like it never would be.
the thoughts clung to you all day like a second skin, heavy and suffocating. not even harry’s soft words from this morning—his warm hands cupping your cheeks as he whispered ”you’re breathtaking, love”—could fight the battle raging in your mind. today, you just couldn’t see it. couldn’t feel it.
by the time your last class ended, you were drained, exhaustion pulling you toward your dorm like a magnet. you didn’t linger in the halls or make small talk with friends. you couldn’t. the ache in your chest had grown too loud, demanding to be faced alone.
except you weren’t alone.
the sight stopped you in your tracks as you pushed the door open. harry was there, stretched out on your bed as if he belonged there. because, honestly, he did.
his wild, dark hair framed his face, his brows furrowed in concentration as he read a thick, worn book. probably potions, you guessed.
the soft creak of the door caught his attention, and his gaze flicked up. his emerald-green eyes met yours, and his entire face transformed. the furrow of his brow melted away, replaced by a grin so warm it felt like sunlight spilling over you.
“there’s my girl,” he said, his voice soft and teasing, his arms stretching out toward you in invitation. “come here, love.”
you hesitated for only a moment, your heart tugging at the corners of your doubt. but the warmth in his eyes, the way his fingers curled in a playful beckoning motion, made it impossible to resist.
“hi,” you murmured, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips as you stepped closer.
his hands found your waist the moment you were within reach, pulling you onto his lap with practiced ease. his arms wrapped around you, strong and secure, and before you could say another word, his lips began peppering kisses across your face—your forehead, your cheeks, even the tip of your nose.
“harry!” you laughed, squirming in his grasp.
he grinned against your skin. “what? i’ve been waiting for you all day. i missed my girl.”
“i missed you too,” you admitted, letting your hands rest against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palms.
his gaze softened as he leaned back slightly, his eyes scanning your face. “hermione said you’ve been off today,” he said gently, one hand coming up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “what’s going on, love?”
you froze, your defenses rising instinctively. “nothing,” you lied, averting your gaze.
he wasn’t having it. his fingers gently tipped your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes. “don’t do that,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “talk to me. what’s wrong?”
the weight in your chest felt unbearable, but his gaze never wavered, steady and patient. the silence stretched until, finally, you broke.
“it’s my body,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “i hate how it looks.”
his reaction was immediate. his brows drew together, his mouth opening as if to argue, but he stopped himself. instead, his hands slid to your waist, holding you as though he were afraid you might slip away. “what?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with disbelief.
you couldn’t look at him. “it just doesn’t feel… right. it never-“
he pressed his index finger gently against your lips cutting you off, his emerald eyes locking with yours as he whispered, “shhh… no, love. it’s perfect. you’re perfect.”
his hands moved gently along your sides, as if tracing your outline, memorizing every curve. “look, so bloody perfect.”
you shook your head, pulling his hands away as doubt bubbled up inside you. “it doesn’t feel like it,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
“every single part of you is beautiful, and you don’t get to tell me otherwise.”
you shook your head, the tears burning at the edges of your vision. “you’re just saying that.”
his lips twitched, a hint of a smirk breaking through the seriousness of his expression.
“oh, you think so?” he challenged, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. “then let me prove it to you.”
your heart stuttered, your breath catching as his hands slid to rest on your thighs, grounding you in place.
“prove it?” you echoed, unsure if you wanted to hear the answer.
“mmhmm,” he hummed, his lips brushing against your temple.
“i’ll kiss every single part of you you don’t like. every flaw, every insecurity, every little thing you think isn’t enough. and by the time i’m done, you’ll see what i see.”
heat flushed your cheeks, and you tried to laugh it off, but his expression was so earnest, so full of love, that it stopped you in your tracks. you nodded, barely a whisper of motion, and that was all the permission he needed.
“that’s my girl,” he murmured, his tone both tender and determined.
one by one, he kissed away the doubts. his lips traced over your forehead, your cheeks, your shoulders, your stomach—all the places you had always wished were different. with every kiss, he murmured soft reassurances.
“perfect,” he whispered against your collarbone.
“so bloody beautiful,” he said, his voice warm against your skin.
by the time he pulled you back into his arms, your chest felt lighter, the storm in your mind finally beginning to quiet.
“love,” he said, his voice soft but sure, “your body will change. that’s normal. but no matter what, i’ll always love you. every flaw, every curve, every little thing you think is wrong—it’s all part of you. and you’re everything to me.”
the tears came then, slipping down your cheeks as you buried your face against his chest. “thank you,” you whispered, your voice cracking under the weight of your gratitude. “i love you, harry.”
he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. “i love you too, my love. and i’ll remind you every day if i have to.”
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TEMPTING FATE
pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader
summary: years of tension between you and mattheo riddle ignite during a field trip, where sharing a room and one bed leads to fiery encounters and confessions, turning desire into a promise of something more.
warnings: enemies to lovers (very brief), one bed trope, smut including unprotected p in v, light teasing, use of "good girl" like once, sexual tension, fluff, and aftercare at the end. overall, very vanilla!!
words: 1.8k!

the air was thick with anticipation as snape called out the room assignments for the field trip.
"riddle and y/l/n," he announced, his voice laced with a sneer.
your stomach sank, disbelief washing over you. of all people—him? how had fate, or snape's twisted sense of humor, led to this?
mattheo riddle. the boy you loathed. your sworn enemy for the past five years. every interaction between you two was a battlefield of sharp words and icy glares. how could snape do this? worse still, why now?
as you dragged your luggage to the assigned room, your heart sank. the room was quaint, lit by flickering firelight from an old-fashioned hearth. one bed.
"guess we'll share then, darling," mattheo drawled from behind, his voice smooth as silk but laced with venom.
you turned to glare at him. "this is going to be the worst night of my life."
his grin was wolfish, his scar twisting under the amber glow. "oh, you have no idea."
he tossed his bag onto the bed and sat down, pulling at the buttons of his shirt.
"you're really going to sleep shirtless?" you asked, unable to keep the disdain from your voice.
he smirked, pausing just before the last button. "what's the matter, love? afraid you won't be able to keep your eyes to yourself?"
"hardly. there's nothing worth looking at," you shot back, crossing your arms.
his grin widened as he shrugged the shirt off, revealing a torso littered with scars. each one was a testament to his wicked parents and the dark past he couldn't escape, their jagged edges contrasting sharply with the smooth, chiseled lines of his muscles.
"nothing worth looking at, huh?" he taunted, his tone dripping with amusement.
you hated the way your breath hitched. hated the way your gaze lingered for just a second too long.
"i’ve seen better," you muttered, turning away to hide the flush creeping up your neck.
but mattheo wasn’t done. he moved closer, his footsteps silent on the wooden floor. "careful, darling. your words say one thing, but your eyes tell a different story."
you whirled to face him, your anger flaring. "don’t flatter yourself, riddle."
he leaned in, his proximity overwhelming. his voice dropped to a whisper, each word brushing against your skin like a challenge. "prove me wrong."
before you could think, your lips crashed against his. the kiss was electric, a whirlwind of years of pent-up tension, anger, and something else you didn’t want to name. his hands found your waist, pulling you closer, while yours tangled in his hair.
when you broke apart, breathless, he rested his forehead against yours, his voice husky. "you’ve no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that."
"shut up," you murmured, pulling him back in.
and just like that, the hatred dissolved into something far more dangerous. something neither of you were prepared for.
"i need you," you whisper against his mouth, the words spilling out between heated kisses.
his body stills for a heartbeat, his breath hitching as the reality of your actions sinks in. pulling back slightly, his eyes lock onto yours, searching, burning.
"you asked for it," he growls, low and dangerous, before pulling you into his lap with possessive ease.
his lips claim yours again, the kiss deep and all-consuming, a battle for dominance neither of you intend to lose. your pulse races as his hands grip your hips, grounding you against him.
breaking away, you trail your lips down his neck, tasting the salt of his skin, planting kisses along the way. your tongue lingers, painting invisible patterns until you find his sweet spot. when you suck gently, his sharp inhale and the tightening of his grip fuel your boldness.
"mark me," he groans, his voice raw, desperate. "please."
"getting needy now, aren’t we, riddle?" you chuckle, but your lips obey his plea, sucking at his skin until a dark bruise blooms under your touch.
his fingers tangle in your hair, his groans vibrating against your lips. "fuck..." he breathes, his hips bucking involuntarily. pulling back, his eyes are darker now, filled with a primal hunger. "my turn."
you giggle softly, your eyes gleaming with anticipation. "all yours," you purr, surrendering to him completely.
he lays you back, his body hovering over yours. his lips find your neck, tracing a path with tongue and teeth that leaves your skin alight.
your moans spill out, unrestrained. "just like that," you manage, your voice trembling.
his chuckle is dark and low, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine. "you’re not ready for what’s next," he warns, his hand trailing down to your hip, fingers brushing the edge of your waistband.
your whimper betrays your need, your body arching into his touch. "then show me," you whisper, your voice heavy with challenge.
his grin turns feral, his eyes locking onto yours with laser focus. "oh, i will, sweetheart," he murmurs, his lips capturing yours again, leaving no room for doubt.
you whimper at his promise, your breath hitching. “like i said,” you murmur, your voice trembling with anticipation. “i’m all yours.”
his eyes darken with a primal hunger, a feral grin curling at the corners of his mouth. he captures your lips in a fiery kiss—raw, unyielding, and possessive. his hands roam your body like he’s trying to commit every curve to memory, squeezing and caressing with deliberate intensity.
you kiss him back with equal fervor, your lips parting to let his tongue slide in, the dance between you turning hotter by the second. your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, as though you could fuse together.
“you might just be the death of me, riddle,” you whisper breathlessly.
he growls low in his throat, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before releasing it.
“and you’ll die happy, won’t you?” his voice is a purr, equal parts promise and tease.
his hands slide down to your thighs, spreading them apart with effortless dominance. he settles between them, his hips pressing against yours with an agonizingly slow grind. “i’ll make sure of it.”
a whimper escapes you at the contact, your hands trailing up the back of his neck to tangle in his dark curls. they’re softer than you expected, like silk between your fingers. fuck, he feels too good—his weight, his warmth, the sheer size of him against you. you bite your lip, desperate for relief.
he smirks at your neediness, his movements deliberate as he grinds again, slower this time.
“wrap your legs around me,” he commands, his voice rough and possessive. “good girl.”
you comply without hesitation, wrapping your legs around his waist. “need you,” you whisper, desperation dripping from your voice. “need you right now.”
his lips find your jawline, nipping gently before trailing down your neck. his hands move with purpose, slipping between you to unfasten his pants. he pulls back slightly, his gaze locking onto yours, dark and demanding.
“look at me,” he orders, his voice a low rasp. “look at me while i take you.”
you nod, your eyes never leaving his as he positions his cock along the entrance to your core, as your heart pounds against your chest.
his grin turns predatory, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. with agonizing slowness, he pushes into you, his face contorting in pleasure.
“fuck,” he hisses, his hands gripping your hips like a lifeline. “you’re... so... tight, love.”
a loud moan tears from your lips as he fills you completely. you rock against him slowly, savoring every inch.
“feels so good,” you murmur, your head falling back as heat coils low in your belly.
his groan is deep, primal, as he meets your movements, his hips snapping in perfect rhythm. his eyes flutter shut briefly, only to reopen and pin you with a heated gaze.
“yes,” he growls. “just like that. take every inch of me.”
a sly smirk tugs at your lips as you pick up the pace, rocking harder and faster, desperate for release.
he matches your intensity, his breathing turning ragged as sweat beads along his brow.
“fuck, you’re incredible,” he gasps, his control slipping. his hands tighten on your hips, guiding you. “don’t stop.”
“so are you, love,” you breathe, your moans spilling freely now as the heat within you builds, threatening to consume you.
his grin is wicked, his pace quickening as he leans down to claim your lips in another scorching kiss. his hand trails down, finding your most sensitive spot and teasing it with precision.
“come for me,” he murmurs, his lips brushing yours. “come for me, my love.”
within a few more movements, the tension inside you snaps, and you cry out as waves of release crash over you, your body trembling beneath him.
he feels you shatter around him, and it’s his undoing. with a final deep thrust, he buries himself fully, his body shuddering as he lets go.
“fuck,” he groans, his voice raw as he presses his forehead to yours, his breathing uneven. “you’re perfect.”
you wrap your arms around him, holding him close as your hearts race in unison.
after a moment, he slowly pulls out, his touch gentle as he disappears into the bathroom.
“don’t move,” he calls over his shoulder. “i’ll be right back.”
you catch your breath, a soft smile tugging at your lips. when he returns with a damp cloth, he tends to you with surprising tenderness, cleaning you up before tossing the cloth aside and pulling you into his arms.
“you okay?” he asks softly, his fingers brushing your cheek.
“more than okay,” you reply, your smile widening as you place a kiss on his lips.
his gaze softens, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw.
“you’re something else, you know that?” he murmurs. “and i don’t just mean in bed.”
you chuckle, raising an eyebrow. “oh? then why’ve you spent the last five years fighting against me, mattheo?”
he sighs, pulling you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “can we... start over?” he asks quietly. “forget the past five years? please.”
you tilt your head, a teasing smile on your lips. “i might need a little more convincing than that, love.”
his lips twitch into a rueful smile. “i know,” he admits.
“i’ve been a stubborn idiot. but... give me a chance? no games, no fights. just us.”
“just us?” you echo, your voice softer now.
he nods, his expression earnest. “let me take you out tomorrow. a real date. no drama, no distractions. just me, trying to win the heart of the woman i’ve loved since i was fifteen.”
a giggle escapes you as you press a kiss to his chest. “i’d love that, mattheo.”
his grin is dazzling, his excitement palpable. “really? i was thinking we could go to that little french place downtown. sneak away from professor snape and the others, while they’re off sight seeing. maybe take a walk by the river after?”
“sounds perfect,” you whisper, feeling your heart swell.
he holds you tightly, kissing the top of your head. “tomorrow can’t come soon enough,” he murmurs. then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he adds, “and for the record, you can kiss me anywhere you please.”
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hello!!! i’m back (fr this time) i’m planning on posting tmr. hope you guys are still alive 🙏🙏
—i’ll be posting a lo’ak fic & a hp (mattheo riddle) fic !!
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CLUELESS
paring: lo’ak sully x gender neutral omatikaya! reader
warnings: fluff, intense kissing??
summary: you have a crush on lo’ak and he doesn’t know about it, or so you thought.
word count: 1.1K!
a/n: sorry for being inactive this past week. i’m currently working on other requests rn, so if you sent stuff to my inbox or messaged me i should be able to finish most of them during the weekend!

if you were to deny that you didn’t have even a slight crush on lo’ak, you’d be lying to yourself. you just couldn’t help it.
he had such an adventurous spirit that drew you in. and eywa, his looks did not help with the new blooming infatuation that was starting to build.
yet you knew that there was no chance, he was your best friend. there was no way you wanted to risk your friendship over a stupid little crush you had on him.
no, you couldn’t ruin it, no matter what, you reminded yourself. besides, he came to you for advice for girls. so much to the fact you became his official ‘wing woman. ‘
yeah, maybe it annoyed you, but what could you do? he was absolutely clueless that you thought of him like that, right?
“(name!)” a familiar voice called from behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts. you turned your head in the direction of the voice, and you were greeted with a handsome smile.
“lo’ak,” you say, a smile forming at the ends of your lips before motioning him to sit down beside you, he playfully rolls his eyes and makes his way towards you.
“i’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he begins, as he brushes off the space next to you before he finally sits down.
your eyebrows furrow at his words, “and that is?” you gently press, pushing for him to explain further what exactly he wanted to talk about.
his smile turns into an all too familiar teasing grin at your words, which you know only means no good.
“you have a crush on me, don’t you?” he says, nudging at your shoulder, and chuckling lightly.
it takes you a good twenty seconds to register the words that leave his mouth, and when you do your eyes widen in shock. your heart begins pounding loudly against your chest and your head feels like it’s spinning.
how does he know?
you take a breath in, bringing your senses back to the present before you respond to him.
“no, i don’t.” you deny, shifting your attention to the surroundings nearby, preferring to look at everything else but him.
“alright,” he says, yet he can tell by your reaction you’re lying through your fangs. i mean, he’s known you since you two were little kids.
he shakes his head as he watches your demeanor shifts into a fidgety one. and before you know it, two fingers gently placed under your chin before your chin is turned to the side to meet his gaze.
your eyes flicker back onto him, to find his lips only milliliters apart from yours. your face feels hot, and a soft crimson tint starts to form on your cheeks at his motion.
it’s almost as if he’s fooled you. allured you into his tricks and schemes. he thinks he’s won but his eyes widen in surprise as you slap his hand away from your chin, and move your head further away from his.
“don’t do that!” you snap, rolling your eyes at him.
“why not?”
“because it’s not fair i don’t want to be your temporary happiness,” you huff, as you cross your arms and press them close to your chest.
“(name), it’s not like that,” he promises, his words sound sincere but you’re unsure if you want to believe him.
“then what is it like?”
“it’s like…” he trails off, unable to form his words at your question. he’s almost speechless, and unsure of how to answer. should he lie or be truthful? he decides on the latter.
“i like you, and not just as a friend,” he sputters out, his eyes widening at the words that leave his very own lips as your mouth hangs slightly agape in shock. flutters start to stream into your senses, your tail swishing gracefully from side to side.
he sees me the way i see him?
“i’d like to show you, if you don’t mind,” he says, his voice is low and whispers of promises you’re unsure you’re willing to keep. he takes one of your hands and places it into his own.
“okay,” was all you managed to get out in your stunned state but nonetheless it reaffirmed him that you’d be okay with what was on his mind.
his eyes flicker down to your plush lips and then back to your eyes. he moves his other hand back up to cusp your warm cheeks and gazes deep into your eyes asking for your consent once more, you nod your head and with your final confirmation, he leans in and connects his lips to yours. you almost melt at how soft his lips were and how they tasted right against your own.
jitters fill your body as his tongue skims along your lip, asking for access, which you grant. as you tilt your head to the side and open your mouth slightly, deepening the kiss in the process.
you place your hands on his shoulders, pulling him in closer. while his hand that was holding your hand glides down to your thigh, skimming it gently.
if you weren’t so caught in the moment, you would’ve heard a na’vi clearing their throat in the background. and when the motion goes unnoticed, a-familiar-voice speaks.
“quite busy now, aren’t we?” the voice teases, causing the two of you break from each other while panting and gasping for air. before turning your heads towards the voice. the na’vi’s arms were crossed, almost as if he was angry or annoyed yet his face held a calm and patient smile. neteyam.
your eyes briefly wander back back to lo’ak to find his gaze on yours, and unsurprisingly both your mouths agape. you both turn your attention back to neteyam as he makes a shushing gesture, “don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone.” he says, winking before walking away from the area.
“oh eywa,” you say, laughing in shock and embarrassment at what just happened in the last ten minutes. lo’ak chimes in on your sweet laugh.
“caught redhanded by my own brother,” he sighs, smacking a hand on his forehead.
“it’s a bit funny,” you point out, to which he merely rolls his eyes.
“definitely not,” he says, his tone serious. If it weren't for his tail swishing about crazily and the suppressed laugh that followed, you almost would have believed him.
“wait,” you trail off as a thought comes to your mind, “how’d you even know i liked you?”
“mom told me,” he admits as the edges of her lips curled up into a soft smile as he recalled the memory. you giggle at his words. “i take back what i said this morning, you are definitely clueless.”
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breathtaking
paring: neteyam sully x gender netural omatikaya! reader
summary: you and neteyam take a stroll in the forest and don’t seem to notice how fast time goes by
warnings: kissing and just pure fluff!
word count: 0.6K! (drabble)

as usual, you and neteyam were strolling around the forest, exploring. It was getting late, almost eclipse time, but the two of you didn’t pay any mind. you were too preoccupied with each other to notice that the sky was beginning to darken.
“i can’t believe you're going to be my t’sahik one day,” he said, wiping away a fake tear.
“bad taste on my end, if i do say so myself” you teased and he rolled his eyes.
“shut up!” he laughed, frowning when you dodged his kiss.
“woah chill you’re my best friend,” you exclaimed, his eyes widening at your words and his mouth dropping at your antics, making you laugh even harder.
“I’m kidding! I love you,” you said with a smile, planting a soft kiss on his cheeks.
“i love you too, (name),” he beamed, his cheeks flushed with light hues of pink.
“i like how after all this time, you still blush at the smallest things,” you admit.
“how could i not? when i have you as my mate,” he said, caressing your cheek with his fingers as heat rose towards your face at his words. now you were the one blushing.
“ah, it seems the tables have turned, my love.” he teased, noticing the blush that crept onto your cheeks.
“shush” you murmured, causing him to chuckle at your words.
the loud screech of the direhorse snapped the two of you out of your little world, and back to your surroundings, you looked around to find out that night had fallen across the sky. it was now eclipse, which was your curfew. which meant your parents were going to skin the both of you.
“our parents are going to skin us!” you exclaimed, panic filling your voice.
“they can wait,” he said without hesitation.
you felt your jaw slightly drop at his words.
“is this the neteyam sully i know and love? or has something possessed him?” you joked, tilting your head to the side and gently slapping his left arm.
“very funny (name), ” he says and playfully rolls his eyes at your words.
you let out a sigh as you took in your glowing surroundings before wrapping your arms around neteyam, taking in his warmth, and burying your face into the crook of his neck. “eclipse is always so breathtaking, isn’t it?”
“you’re breathtaking,” he whispered, and you looked up at him.
“you know you mean so much to me right?” he began and you nodded, “you’re my everything, teyam” a smile plastered on your face and your heart beating at a rapid pace, thumping loud and uncontrollably, that even your ears twitch at the sounds of your heartbeat. without hesitation you crave your neck up, connecting your lips to his and he melts right against you. surrendering everything to you.
his eyes flutter shut and his arms wrap around your waist tighter, so that there’s no space left between the two of you. you place your hands around his neck, tilting your head to one side, and deepen the kiss in the process. your wandering hands move to his hair, stroking it ever so gently and carefully that he swears he falls in love with you all over again.
the two of you smile into the kiss, before bursting into a fit of giggles and laughter. his forehead pressed against yours, both your eyes still closed, and the two of you breathing heavily.
everything in that moment was perfect.
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MISSED YOU
paring: neteyam sully x omaticaya gender neutral! reader
summary: neteyam sneaks away to see you
warnings: none, fluff!
word count: 1.2K!
request: hi i have a neteyam request :) i’d like to read about neteyam sneaking out to see his secret gf, basically his rebellious era hahah, where instead of doing his duties he goes to see his gf and he is happier with her, not needing to be the perfect son (bonus if the sully family are shocked by his recent behaviour and then meet his gf)
a/n: hey lovely, thank you so much for the request! i’m thinking of making the bonus into a part two, hope that’s alright. (also! my orignal upload got deleted??)

it wasn’t in neteyam’s nature to act like this. disregarding his parents' orders and sneaking around to see you.
however, he couldn't stop thinking about you. especially the laugh that would fall from your lips when he made a joke, the never-ending smile he wore when he was around you, the warmth of your touch, and just the way you made him feel in general.
It was as if you had cast a spell on him that he couldn’t seem to break from, not that he was complaining.
all he knew for certain was that he needed to see you. as a result, he settled to complete his task as soon as possible. his parents, particularly his father, had instructed him to gather twigs and branches for the mreki u'lito (fire pit) tonight.
he hastily gathered the twigs and branches, tying them together before he placed them to the side of a tree and hiding them well. he made a mental note to himself that he would bring them back home later, as he was supposed to.
a sense of guilt filled his chest as he looked back to check on the now-wrapped twigs and branches. his hands trembled a little. his tail swooshed from side to side. debating if he wanted to go through with it or not.
neteyam knew he shouldn’t leave his duties unattended, especially as the eldest son of the family. his parents were counting on him.
he knew it was wrong and that they would be worried if he didn't return soon, but why did being around you feel so right? he let out a huff, shaking his head before walking in the direction of your meeting spot.
neteyam was approaching, walking quickly, but he paused. his ears perked up when he heard familiar sounds of laughter and giggles coming from south the direction of where you were supposed to meet.
he followed instinctively and was met with a surprising sight. you were playing with a plant, the helicoradian to be exact.
he watched you in awe as you touched the leaf, it coiled up and retracted to the ground in response. you let out a soft giggle before moving to the next one.
“(name)!” he called, a smile filling his face. you turned towards the sound of the voice, smiling, before rushing towards the young boy and immediately engulfing him in a hug.
he sighed in contentment at the warmth of your presence. his previous sullen demeanor completely washing away from his body. his hands moved down to your waist and drew you in closer. the two of you stayed like that for a few moments before eventually pulling away.
“that seemed like a lot of fun,” he noted, and you nodded your head in agreement.
“it was.” you answered, your smile widening. “so, what brings you here?” you teased, already knowing the answer.
“a certain someone,” he quipped.
“and where might that certain someone be, neteyam?” you inquired, a smirk now tugging at your lips.
“they happen to be right in front of me,” he says happily, you giggle at his answer as he takes your hands and places them in his own.
“so miss me already, huh?” you teased once more.
“more than anything.” he sighs, his thumb gently caressing your hand.
“you know, it’s only been a day,” you point out, and he laughs in response.
“and a day is already long enough for me to miss you, my love,” he admits, his eyes locked on yours.
your cheeks feel hot at his words and your stomach does a flip, almost as if butterflies had entered your stomach and were fluttering around. “you just can’t seem to get enough of me can you?”
he chuckles at your words. “yes, I truly cannot (name).”
you pull him in for another hug, burying your face in the crook of his neck, as his hands wrap around your waist gently. the two of you soaking in each other’s warmth and presence once more.
he always made you feel at ease when he was close to you, and you adored him for it. you peppered soft kisses along his neckline before gazing up to look at your boyfriend to find that he was already looking at you with a grin on his face.
“i see you (name),” he says softly, before planting a gentle peck to your lips.
“i see you too, neteyam.” you beam up at him, noticing how his eyes light up at your words and how you can tell they are filled with so much love and care.
“now, are you up for a quick game of who can close all the helicoradians the fastest?” he challenged with an annoyingly cheeky face, and you playfully roll your eyes.
“oh, you’re on, sully!” you say, rushing towards the helicoradians before you’re pulled back as a hand latches onto the end of your tail.
“hey!” you yelp, swishing your tail out of his grasp. “that’s not fair”
“I never said it had to be fair,” he says, lips curving into a teasing smirk.
“i’ll get you for that!” you threaten.
“go right ahead, (name). i’m right here” he taunts, holding up his hands as if to assert his innocence.
you launch your body onto him, causing the two of you to tumble onto the ground. the helicoradians shrink right under you as the two of you playfully roll around the forest floor trying to topple one another.
it’s a continuous cycle of either one of you on top saying a smug sentence before they get flipped over and their back’s pressed down against the forest floor and they are proven wrong again.
“willing to surrender now, (name?)” neteyam asks, noticing your somewhat tired state, his body now on top of yours pressing you down on the ground.
“no,” you reply, refusing to back down despite the obvious fatigue in your voice.
although your response confirms his suspicions, and he moves away from you before offering his hand, which you gratefully accept.
the first thing you notice when you’re back off the forest floor is neteyam’s body covered with dirt before your eyes flicker to your own.
you gently brush it off yet it does no good, as it creates an even bigger smudge. neteyam moves towards you and helps you brush off the rest of the dirt on your body.
“thank you, neteyam” you say, placing a hand on his shoulder, eyes full of gratefulness.
“no worries, my love.” he chuckles, his hand moving to place a braid behind your ear. your cheeks turn into a shade of pink at his motion.
“i really do love you, you know that?” you say, giggling. he nods his head at your words, “and i really love you too.”
the two of you turn around hand in hand to notice that the helicoradian field had coiled and shrunken to the ground.
you both end up bursting into a fit of laughter at each other's competitiveness earlier. “it’s a draw,” you exclaim, and neteyam merely shakes his head. “you wish.”
#neteyam#atwow#avatar#jake sully#lo’ak#avatar the way of water#lo’ak x reader#fanfiction#lo’ak sully#neteyam x you#neteyam x reader#avatar 2#avatar 2009#neteyam sully#neteyam fluff#neteyam sully fluff#neteyam x reader smut#avatar fluff#avatar x reader#avatar smut
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୧ starkeysmoon’s avatar fic recs ׅ𖥔 ۫ ⋄ ᥫ᭡
includes (some of) the men of avatar — aonung, roxto, tonowari, and tsu’tey
rotxo !
lovely by @victoirey
preview: "be calm , y/n." he instructed, gently. you were meditating once again, with tsireya, lo'ak , and neteyam. you were doing good, so far — until rotxo placed his unbelievably soft hands onto your stomach to really get you to be calm. (one shot & fluff)
dating awa'atlu's resident soft boy by @jeojake
preview: rotxo takes a lot of pride in being reef na'vi—that's why he's assigned to teach the sully's despite not being tonowari's son. his abundance of knowledge and passion for his culture is invaluableand that's how the two of you meet (headcanons & fluff)
aonung !
a necklace by @neteyamslovrr
synopsis: y/n s not a well-known member of the metkayina, yet she yearns for the olo’eyktan’s son ao’nung, so she makes him a gift to show her affection towards the boy (one shot & fluff)
no ordinary love by @loakism
preview: "i love you so much that- that i'd- okay wait. let me restart. i lo-" you're rudely interrupted- far from the first or last time- by your clearly disrespectful boyfriend. his hand swats your own away from its resting place on top of his other hand. (one shot & fluff)
i see you by @aonungobsession
synopsis: you overhear aonung and his friends picking on the sully kid, and give them a taste of their own medicine. (one shot & fluff)
tsu’tey !
"dada??" " do i look-” by @victoirey
synopsis: tsu'tey as a father figure. and how he would react to being your father figure. (one shot & fluff)
domestic life with tsu’tey by @atokirina-writings
preview: you and tsu’tey grew up together as young hunters. you would train with him, fly with him, and most importantly be his best friend. (drabble & fluff)
tsu’tey being courted by a human reader by @kiiyevame
preview: after everything was said and done, you’d found the linkpod right in omatikaya territory. the others there accepted you, they weren’t heartless, and frankly you were not much of a threat. (one shot & fluff)
tonowari !
tonowari general headcannons by @harvensukehiro
synopsis: tonowari headcannons on what it would be like dating him (headcanons & fluff)
#avatar fic recs#avatar#atwow#tsu’tey#tsu’tey x reader#avatar the way of water#tonowari#tonowari x reader#aonung#ao’nung#ao’nung x reader#aonung x reader#rotxo#rotxo x reader#avatar rotxo#neteyam#avatar (2009)#avatar 2022
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୧ starkeysmoon’s avatar fic recs ׅ𖥔 ۫ ⋄ ᥫ᭡
includes: the sully men — neteyam, lo’ak, and jake.
neteyam !
‘’ wait, this isn’t a prank? ‘’ by @tysukets
preview: “this- this isn’t funny you know, I know you and lo’ak enjoy taunting me but this isn’t funny.’’ you hold back a frown, ‘it’s not a prank nete, not this time.’’ (one shot, fluff, and slight angst)
eye opening by @fanaura
synopsis: you and neteyam have been instructed to go hunting together, and neteyam is nervous. (one shot, fluff)
the attractive things neteyam does by @luvsellie
preview: always touching you. he is protective. there is absolutely no way to sugar coat this, and it is clearly demonstrated in atwow. your presence grounds him, and knowing you're there, right next to him, skin against his, instantly eases his conscious. (headcanons)
stars in your eyes by @eitaababe
preview: adjusting to life by the ocean was, per say, more difficult than you had imagined. once part of the omiticaya clan, the forest your what was thought to be forever home, you find yourself facing unfamiliar waves, and a completely different clan. (one shot & fluff)
lo’ak !
first kiss with lo’ak by @livelaughloak
preview: you two were on the back of lo’ak’s ilu, with your arms around his waist, his hand caressing part of your thigh to trace circles on your skin with his thumb. (one shot & fluff)
bubbles n plenty by @tysukets
preview: since the minute he’s arrived here, lo’ak has had his eyes on you — not in a creepy, stalker way, (he’ll keep telling himself that.) — more so in a he gravitates to you no matter what situation you’re both in way. (drabble & fluff)
sfw alphabet – lo’ak sully by @lo-aksgf
preview: a- asking. lo’ak confessed first, it was during an argument over how he thought you were inlove with his brother. which wasn’t true obviously considering you’re inlove with him (headcanons & fluff)
scream by @sethcertified
synopsis: lo’ak runs off alone after getting a harsh scolding from his dad. [name] follows after him and comforts lo’ak (one shot, fluff, and slight angst)
jealousy by @lxvvvllyy
synopsis: lo’ak has a jealousy problem (one shot & fluff)
jake !
just a scratch by @jakesullysimp
synopsis: jake being his worrying self when you get scratched by a thanator in the woods. (one shot & fluff)
jake sully as your boyfriend by @n0agranger
synopsis: what it’s like dating jake sully (headcanons, fluff, and smut at the end)
showering with jake by @fluloa
preview: showering is jake’s favorite part of his day. not only does it relax him and wipe away the grime and sweat from his day of work, it gives him you. (drabble, fluff, slight smut)
stargazing with jake by @rainyamidala
preview: our love was so great and rare, that it could simply not exist in any other dimension or universe. we were meant to be in a way that cannot be taught. (one shot & fluff)
sully family / brothers !
taken in by the sully’s by @skxawngg
synopsis: in which a wandering human struggles to survive after being left behind from the first wave of sky people. they are eventually taken in by jake and his growing family, and struggles to feel like a part of it. (one shot, fluff)
sully brothers as things in traditional filipino dating culture by @mylovelo-ak
preview: when you introduced a guitar to lo'ak, you never thought it would lead to him singing on the waters outside of your marui. (headcanons & fluff)
the beautiful bodies we are in by @n8ivatar
synopsis: how avatar characters would react to you having a different body type (headcanons & fluff)
#avatar fic recs#neteyam#jake sully#lo’ak#lo’ak sully#neteyam sully#sully boys#avatar#avatar the way of water#atwow#lo’ak x reader#neteyam x reader#jake sully x reader#starkeysmoon#fanfiction#jake sully smut#lo’ak fluff#neteyam fluff#avatar fluff
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୧ starkeysmoon’s avatar fic recs ׅ𖥔 ۫ ⋄ ᥫ᭡
includes: the women (na’vi) of avatar — kiri, neytiri, tsireya, and ronal (both platonic and romantic)
i made this in celebration of 100 followers <3
tsireya !
sfw alphabet - tsireya by @inmyfxith
preview: a= admiration. tsireya admires her partner's intelligence and quick wit, often finding herself impressed by their ability to think on their feet and come up with creative solutions to problems. (headcanons & fluff)
i see you by @astr1dblogs
synopsis: tsireya and y/n are playing around until they see the sullys arrive. y/n sees tsireya looking at one of the boys and teases her about it. (drabble & fluff)
soft sand and shells by @m1kasawps
preview: you and tsireya are currently sitting on the shore, admiring the beautiful water and digging your feet and hands into the warm and soft sand, the girl listening as you hum a song your mom would sing to you as a kid. (drabble & fluff)
kiri !
heart to heart by @zodiackisss
synopsis: kiri has feelings for you, but you do as well. After almost losing your life in the war of the sky people you realize how easily you could lose kiri, and yourself. (one shot, fluff, angst)
I won't say I'm in love by @mooooonnnzz
synopsis: you confess to kiri how you feel and she freaks out. (one shot & angst)
kiri crush headcanons by @buggyswritingcorner
synopsis: kiri has a crush on you (headcanons & fluff)
i’ve got my eye on you by @heartdenks
synopsis: reader is from metkayina clan, she stands up for kiri when her brother aonung n his friends are picking on her and lo’ak. (drabble & fluff)
mighty by @aokoaoi
preview: "you two are so cute." you heard kiri's mother coo at you and kiri after you just threw a fish at her. you cackled as kiri let's out a disgusted yelp after feeling the sliminess of the sea animal, immediately trying to pry it off her. (one shot & fluff)
neytiri !
euneirophrenia by @aokoaoi
preview: neytiri definitely did not expect to befriend you. and that's what you thought as well. how did you two become friends you may ask? neytiri asked for you assistance on something in the forest, you both go hunting, you almost die. (one shot & fluff)
neytiri x human s/o by @hrtleo
preview: neytiri hated humans she found them weird and disturbing but for some reason you were different. (headcanons & fluff)
iknimaya by @whaleofatjme1920
preview: you never dreamed that you would be here, standing on a bridge made of tangled roots and gorgeously emerald plant life while looking up at the mountains that make you think “hallelujah.” (one shot & fluff)
hunting gone wrong by @moonpetrichors-blog
synopsis: you go on a hunt with Neytiri, but get injured. as she patches you up, you can’t pass up on the opportunity presented to you to flirt with her. her shyness is cute, after all. (one shot & fluff)
ronal !
random ronal headcanons by @cuethediscoandthedrinks
preview: she is a big eye-roller; she seems like more of a starer but the energy is that if something goes down, ronal's rolling her eyes and letting out a little 'tssk' (headcanons)
even the sea could not hold us apart by @candyk0rn
preview: ronal is a strong and fierce leader, she holds her status and head high upon her regal shoulders. very little people in her life could ever bring out a vulnerable side of her…but then there’s you. (headcanons & fluff)
#avatar fic recs#avatar#atwow#avatar the way of water#neytiri#tsireya#ronal#kiri sully#lo’ak#jake sully#neteyam#fanfiction#kiri x reader#neytiri x reader#ronal x reader#tsireya x reader#fic recs#neteyam x reader#avatar 2022#avatar (2009)#lo’ak x reader#lo’ak sully#neteyam sully#neteyam imagine#lo’ak x y/n
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