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[em-bandaid-boy]

Hiiii thanks for 500 followerrrs!!! Idk why so many of you are here but thaanks 💖

(Seriously tho thank you its pretty cool) anyways I drew more murderous robots lol

[zefferooni]

Bored af so Bloom redesign let's go!!

[funkbun]

hector doesn't have a lil icon thing so i decided to draw one For Funsies

with his bestest buds in the whole wide world

[navybrat817]

Hi Navy 👋

I wanted to send something in for ficlet friday (valentines day). I hope it's alright

Can I request something with Bucky Barnes (maybe beefy bucky) and a shy reader, where they spend valentines day in bed watching movies with cookies, cuddling and kisses and at the end, he surprises the reader, perhaps the reader wants to surprise him as well (you can choose only if you want to 🥺🙈). He is just so gentle and sweet (romantic too) 🥰🫠

With these prompts:

“You give the best hugs.” and “Have I told you I love you today?”

Please? Thank you so much 🥺❤️

Sorry, I got carried away

I hope I did this justice, lovely!

Best Hugs and Kisses

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You spend your first Valentine's Day with Bucky.

Word Count: Over 930

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, sweetness, kisses, cuddling, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You smiled as you snuggled closer to Bucky in bed. You still couldn’t believe it was your first Valentine’s Day together. He had asked you more than once if you wanted to go out to eat or go anywhere special, but you were a bit of a homebody and didn’t mind a quiet day in with cuddling, movies, and treats. You had a feeling he’d enjoy it, too, since he also didn’t mind staying in. He assured you it would be the perfect day, and it was.

You had to admit that cuddling was one of the best parts of the day. It was a perfect moment of closeness, and every little touch built an intimate connection between the two of you. The warmth that radiated from his beefy build created a sense of safety and care, and the soft sound of his breathing and occasional laughter provided a sense of calm. Time seemed to slow down, and the outside world faded away until it was just the two of you. You were completely at ease with the man you loved.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked, offering you a bite of his heart shaped cookie. You graciously accepted and tried to ignore the heat that rose to your cheeks when he wiped a crumb away from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Something I think you should know.”

“What is it?” you asked curiously, tilting your head back to get a better look at your handsome boyfriend.

He broke eye contact, only because he brought his mouth to your ear. “You give the best hugs.”

You giggled, partially from his lips tickling your ear and the rest because your face felt like it was on fire. “No, I don’t. You do,” you smiled bashfully, ducking your head down.

All your life you had been a bit on the shyer side, content to stay in the background instead of being front and center. Not many took notice of you, and you still weren’t sure some days how you got Bucky’s attention, but you saw each other in the soft shadows and created your own spotlight together. One you didn't mind sharing with each other. It was a beautiful give and take.

And he really did give the best hugs, enveloping you in his loving embrace every time.

Chuckling, too, he tipped your chin back up. “Yeah, you do. And you give the best kisses.”

Butterflies filled your stomach at the soft touch of his lips, your heart melting from the tenderness. There was no rushing, only a slow and delicate pressure like the brush of a feather. When that kiss ended, he began another and another. They stretched on, neither of you wanting it to end as you shared one breath. They were the kind of kisses that dreams were made of.

He smiled as he pulled away, a soft twinkle in his steel eyes. He likely heard how fast your heart was beating and felt the tremble that moved your body. “See? The best kisses,” he said.

You hid your face in his chest. If he kept talking like that you’d turn into a puddle. But you smiled when you realized his heart was beating as fast as yours. Maybe he wasn't as bashful as you, but it was nice to know that kissing you and being close affected him, too.

“Hey, hey. No hiding,” he said, running a hand up and down your back. “I still have to give you your present.”

“You didn't have to get me anything,” you said once you lifted your head.

The super soldier’s jaw dropped. “It’s our first Valentine's Day. I'd be a rotten boyfriend if I didn't get you something.”

“You’re far from rotten, Bucky Barnes,” you smiled, both of you sitting up so he could reach for the present he had nearby. The heart wrapping paper was sweet and you imagined the cashier swooned when he bought it.

He suddenly looked nervous when he handed it over. “I hope you like it,” he said, tucking a bit of his hair behind his ear.

“I’ll love it,” you promised, carefully opening it. It didn't matter what he gave you since it came from him. “Oh, Bucky…” you whispered, tears instantly blurring your vision.

Inside of the box was a scrapbook titled “Our Love Story”. Blinking the tears away, you slowly opened it and saw a photo of the two of you. It was the first photo you had ever taken together. It was one of your happiest memories. Bucky gave you so many fond memories.

“Do you… like it?” he softly asked as you continued to flip through the pages.

“I love it. Thank you,” you answered in awe. It had how you met, your first date, places you visited, your bucket list, and more. There were blank pages in the back to fill up together, too. It was such a thoughtful, touching gift. “Have I told you I love you today?”

“You have, but I’d love to hear it again,” he winked, pleased that you loved your gift.

You held his face in your hands, not shying away when his eyes met yours. “I love you, Bucky,” you whispered.

His eyes slipped shut, briefly overcome with emotion. “I love you, too, sweetheart,” he whispered back.

“Now time for your gift,” you smiled, but he stopped you before you could pull away.

“Later,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around you as you giggled. “Right now I want one more of those best kisses.”

You'd give him all the kisses he wanted, today and every day.

Love and thanks for participating! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[huellitaa]

🧁💬.⭑⋅˚♡. lip care

along with skincare, lip care should also be incorporated into your daily routine; if u want a pretty face, you need to focus on all aspects! ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 1. water, water, water

obviously, one of the most self explanatory points, water! dehydration = dry lips and nobody wants that. ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 2. exfoliation

scrub ur lips with a clean ,, SOFT toothbrush in the mornings (as it can cause damage to the skin!), use a lip exfoliator, whatever you like !! there are lots of ways you can actually make a lip exfoliator at home. one of the most popular methods:

♡ mix a tsp of honey with 2 tsp of sugar

♡ massage and leave for 10 mins or so

♡ remove !!

have not tried this personally but from what i've found, this or a solely sugar based exfoliant helps the most 💖 or alternative you can simply buy one. but whatever works for you ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 3. lip balms and ingredients

using lip balm in ur skincare is really helpful for just keeping them hydrated. some ingredients that also help w nourishment and moisturising:

♡ argan oil

♡ shea butter

♡ cocoa butter

♡ coconut oil

+ vaseline overnight also helps w this ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 4. biting ur lips

please try and avoid biting your lips or the inside of your mouth! i used to do this a lot when i got anxious or nervous and it damages them and is just not good for you

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 5. gloss, oil, stick, repeat!

lip plumper, lip gloss, lip oil, lip stick, whatever you like! mouth without lip gloss is like a cupcake without frosting ♡

all my love 🎀💖💬

[azadrithaanatheme]

Saw this post and immediately thought of drone Tessa in @seraphont's Dying and Getting Over It, so of course I had to make a doodle about it (hope you don't mind).

[djotime-allthetime]

Freaky Redheads

synopsis: interactions between you and fred hechinger at a red carpet event for gladiator ii.

wc: 2.5k+

rpf!!! don't like, don't read!!!

a/n: i love that soft, sweet, adorable man with all of my heart. my inspiration is how fred talks about sherry. the monkey. i'm down bad bro.

italics are supposed to be comments under tiktok clips of these interviews. i definitely have more in mind for these two, but we'll see how this goes. feedback is writer's fuel!

cross posted on AO3

next part>>

The flashing cameras and yelling reporters have started to become the new normal, which was so not normal for you. You couldn't believe how far you'd come.

Granted, your role in the movie was definitely more in the supporting cast territory, but you couldn't deny how massive the production was. But even as a supporting actress, you still had quite a bit of screen time as the unnamed favorite concubine to Emperor Caracalla.

The fans who knew you called out your name from behind the velvet ropes and you smiled and waved as you walked by.

"y/n! y/n! Over here!" A reporter called out. You nodded and smiled as you approached, indicating your acceptance of the carpet-side interview. Your agent had warned you that not every journalist might want to speak with you and that you should accept any interview you came by. Thankfully, as the start of your night would show, that wasn't the case.

"Hello!" You beamed, coming to a stop in front of the camera. The reporter greeted you back and handed you a microphone glued to a mini Romanesque column. "Oh, wow. I love the microphone!"

"Thank you," She smiled. With a quick glance at her blouse, you saw a name tag that said 'MTV UK: Claire'. "It was my idea, actually."

"Incredibly creative! They should give you a raise, Claire."

"If you wouldn't mind saying that directly into the camera..." Claire trailed off with a chuckle and a mischievous glint to her eye.

You shot the camera as serious a look as you could muster. "MTV, if you do not give this woman a raise, I will riot in the streets."

"Alright alright, enough of that." Claire laughed out loud with a few shakes of her head. "You look absolutely stunning!"

"Oh, this old thing?" You smiled bashfully, grabbing at your skirt to twirl it around. The styling department had made sure that all the gowns worn during press had some Roman inspiration behind them. The piece you were wearing was off white in color, representing your character's position in society. Even with your character in mind, your dress was still breathtaking. The gown was composed of yards and yards of fabric, giving it this dreamy, flowy silhouette. The neckline was so beautiful, in the cowl style and draped ever so slightly off your shoulders. To say that you loved it would be an understatement. "Thank you very much, you look amazing yourself."

"But you are on a different level!" Claire gasped, no doubt to return the topic to you. Just like you were media trained, the reporters were too. "What was the thought process behind your look tonight?"

Your eyes lit up as this was something you had wanted to talk about. "Well, the styling department and I actually workshopped this look together. Of course we wanted it to be glamorous, this is the red carpet after all. But we also wanted to show the character through the outfits, you know?" She nodded along.

"Right, your character was quite impactful even with the few lines you had." Claire added, and you smiled in thanks.

"Yeah, thank you." You felt your face heat up at the compliment. "We wanted to still be true to her, under all the glitz and glamour. So that's why we went with the understated color, to not only show her position in society but also her demeanor throughout the film."

"But your jewellery is anything but understated." She laughed.

"Yeah, I couldn't help myself." You laughed with her.

"Give us a quick tour."

You were almost dripping in gold, from your head to your toes. "We've got the hair piece." You brought a hand up to show the gold pins connected with chains littering your up-do. "Earrings upon earrings, all hoops." You pulled a strand back to show off your right ear clearly. Some were clip on earrings as you didn't have quite enough piercings to get them all. "The necklaces, of course. Some bracelets, some rings. But I think this cuff on my upper arm is my favorite."

"And these are all borrowed pieces from different brands?"

"Most of them are, yes." You confirmed with a nod. "But some are from my private collection. And some I might steal." You joked, getting a laugh out of Claire.

"Well, you really knocked it out of the park." Claire smiled, a tone of finality in her voice that showed you the interview was coming to a close. "And before we let you go, we've got one question we're asking everyone tonight. I think we can all agree that the cast of this movie is full of beautiful men." You giggled, a bit surprised at the turn in topic. "But people on the internet have separated them into two categories."

"Oh, have they now?" You asked, unaware of what she was talking about.

"Yes, they have. Gen Z has divided them into the brooding brunets and the freaky redheads." She explained, pulling up two little hand held signs. One with Paul Mescal and Pedro Pascal, the brooding brunets, and the other with Joseph Quinn and Fred Hechinger, the freaky redheads.

You couldn't contain the surprised laugh that escaped you at the sight of their little printed faces. "Oh my goodness!"

"So, as the resident Gen Z-er on the cast, who is your pick?"

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm the only representation of Gen Z here." You mused as you grabbed both the signs from Claire. You lifted up the 'freaky redheads' sign and pointed to Fred. "My friend is right there with me in the Gen Z territory."

"Alright, as the representation of Gen Z women, which team is more your style?" Claire asked as you studied the signs. "People are saying they went into the movie for the brunets and came out converted to team redheads."

"That's actually really funny," You chuckled as you looked down at both signs. "This is hard." You mumbled. A small smirk found itself on your lips as you thought of Fred seeing this clip later. Someone no doubt showing it to him, as he wouldn't find it on his own. "I feel like- yeah." You nodded with determination. "I'm gonna have to go with Fred- I'm going with team freaky redheads." You nodded. "I think it would be treacherous otherwise."

"Good choice. You'd break Emperor Caracalla's heart."

"And then he'd have my head." You laughed, stepping back. "Thank you for your great questions."

"Thank you for your time." Claire waved as you walked away. "We're gonna have a tally going throughout the night, and we'll see who wins. Team brooding brunets, or team freaky redheads." You heard her say to the camera as you moved further down the carpet.

'She looks so pretty!!'

'i love the thought process behind the outfit, you can tell she really loved her character'

'the reporter asked y/n if she prefers lucius and acacius or geta and caracalla and this girl really said FRED 💀'

'i love seeing new faces in hollywood, give young new actors a chance!!' ↳ 'right?? im so sick of them recycling the same actors for every big budget movie'

'she mentioned fred, not caracalla, twice, unprompted. i see you, y/n. you're just like us.' ↳ 'have you seen his interviews? he's literally the cutest i cant blame her 🥺'

A few steps down, another reporter flagged you down. This time, the questions were more centered around the acting itself.

"And was it difficult? In a previous interview, you've said that your character's growth was significant, but she had almost no lines in the movie."

"Yeah, I think in the final cut she only has... three lines?" You winced, looking upwards as you tried to recall what was and wasn't cut. "Though I'm not sure."

"So there were scenes where she could've said more?"

"Oh yeah, for sure! There was a lot of experimentation with my character throughout filming. Ridley's a genius and he was kind enough to truly take in my suggestions. There were times where I felt like she would actually stay quiet during a scene, whereas other times I felt like she would speak up. But yeah," You breathed in and furrowed your brows in thought as you tried to focus your answer back to the original question. "It was definitely a challenge. I had to really work on my micro-expressions. Lots of research, lots of practice. And lots of trust, too. With a character like mine, I really relied on Fr- on my fellow actors in those scenes. So yeah, definitely challenging. But who doesn’t love a good challenge?"

"And did you take any inspiration from other people's work? Any source material that helped you out as you built your character?"

"Of course!" You smiled, a hint of humor in your tone as you thought of your response. "Yeah, I did. Actually, one of the biggest inspirations for my role, believe it or not, was Ferb. From 'Phineas and Ferb'."

"The- The children's show?" The interviewer questioned with a grin.

"Yeah, Ridley thought it was brilliant!" You laughed. "We watched compilations of Ferb scenes on youtube together. And I know that Fred- Fred Hechinger, who plays Emperor Caracalla-, he also brought up Sid Vicious with Ridley, as well as other sources like that. Sir Ridley Scott has great taste, there's no denying that."

'ferb as inspiration for a movie like this,,, gen z in the film industry really are the gift that keeps on giving'

'im just imagining y/n and ridley scott curled up on the couch watching phineas and ferb reruns. that man is 86 years old. this is brilliant.'

'bro didn't even have to say anything and y/n still brought up fred 💀'

'the gen z cast members making ridley scott watch cartoons is sending me'

'not her pretending she didn't mean to say fred when she talked about trust, we all heard you y/n'

Unbeknownst to you, Fred's interviews were going much like yours, only a few feet behind you on the carpet.

"You look amazing today!" Claire, the same reporter you spoke to, told Fred during his first interview on the carpet.

"Thank you, thank you." He replied bashfully as he tried to subtly look around for you, but he couldn't see you just yet. "Everyone looks so great, everyone."

She asked him a few questions and then came time for her ending segment.

"Alright, to close off, we've got a little game here."

"A game?" Fred smiled with raised brows. "I love games." He said softly, not realizing that the microphone would pick it up.

"Yes, a quick one. You just have to choose between team brooding brunets and team freaky redheads. We've asking everyone to join."

"Woah!" Fred exclaimed as he received the signs. "That's me." He pointed out his own face in the picture of him and Joseph. "What are we basing our choice on here?"

"Well, the internet is battling on who is more attractive."

"Oh my god." Fred chortled, not expecting that answer. "Who's played the game?" He asked, still examining the hand held signs.

"As of now, we've spoken to Joseph Quinn, Connie Nielsen, and y/n l/n." Claire recounted.

Fred's eyes lit up and his cheeks reddened at the mention of your name. "And what's the- what's the consensus so far?"

"It's two to one. Can you guess who's in the lead?" Claire asked.

"Let me think... Well, Joseph -my brother-, he definitely voted for us." He pondered aloud as he counted the votes off on his fingers. "Connie... I think Connie went for team brunets. I mean, it's her husband. She's gotta." He grinned when it came to you. "y/n chose me, right? We're in the lead?"

"Yeah, you're right on all counts! You really know your cast members." Claire laughed. "y/n didn't want to anger Emperor Caracalla."

"Oh, she couldn't. I’ve got too much of a soft spot for her." Fred shook his head emphatically.

"So, are you keeping team redheads in the lead? Or will you give us a tie?"

"No, I'm going team redheads!" Fred exclaimed. "I'm not helping out my competition, no way!"

'this man has bewitched me with his beautiful eyes and calming demeanor'

'he always calls joe his brother im CRYINGGG'

'did you see his face when they mention y/n, this man can't hide his crush for the life of him 🥺' ↳ 'neither can she lol'

'what do yall know about fred hechinger 🗣️🗣️🗣️'

'fred immediately knowing that y/n chose him, kill me right now.' ↳ 'mind you the choice was caracalla. she still said 'fred' and he said 'me'. can they be more obvious?'

'the way this man said 'i love games' protect him at all costs'

‘he said ‘i’ve got a soft spot for her’ is this the year of men yearning?’ ↳ ‘it’s just the paul mescal effect’

It was during his next interview that he saw you. He was talking about his experience building the character of Emperor Caracalla with Sir Ridley Scott as well as Joseph Quinn when he finally caught sight of you. You had spent a bit longer with a specific reporter down the carpet, causing Fred to catch up to you. 

“Of course, y/n was a great help as well.” He smiled, reaching over to brush against your elbow to catch your attention. At the perfect time, too, because you had just finished talking to the reporter in front of you.

“Oh, Fred!” You beamed, coming over to give him a hug. 

“Look at you.” Fred spoke against your shoulder. He pulled away from the hug and brought you into his side in front of the camera, almost like he was showing you off. “Look at her, isn’t she stunning.”

“Stop it,” you rolled your eyes as you tried your best not to show how his compliment affected you. “I’m sorry for interrupting, I just had to say hello.”

“No worries,” the reporter reassured you. “Fred was actually saying how you helped with the building of his character.”

“Yeah, we worked really closely during pre-production actually.” You nodded, acutely aware of Fred’s hands on you. He had one hand casually tucked into his pocket while his other arm draped across your waist, his hand resting against your hip. “My character was almost like Caracalla’s sidekick, so the motives for all her actions are really based around him.”

“I’d argue that she was more of a mirror, actually.” You turned to look at Fred, never passing up an opportunity to hear his view on these things. “She’s the complete opposite of Caracalla, but in a way she represents who he truly is under all the pressure of being in Geta’s shadow.”

“And under all the syphilis, of course.” You added, causing Fred to giggle.

“Yeah, and under the syphilis.”

‘he seems like such a sweet guy 🥺’

‘did you see his face when he saw her???  😫😫😫 theyre in love, your honor’

‘him showing her off like that is peak soft boyfriend behavior’

‘they just called me single in seven different languages’

‘his laugh is actually so cute, who is this man and why am i in love with him? 😍’ ↳ 'get in line' ↳'behind y/n, you mean?'

‘the way he’s touching her???? im just gonna go take a nap in front of an oncoming train’

‘im calling it, new hollywood it couple’

‘look at how he looks at her!!! may this love find me 🙏’

[tucklepuckle]

[myrruwrites]

PLEASE write more streamer jinx😩🙏🙏 I only ever see other characters. it was so funny reading it and imagining what out of pocket things jinx would say

“Long night” | Gf!Jinx doing streaming marathons.

A/N: This is just meant to be a rough draft, putting some thoughts into words. I’m aware it’s not my best work, I just really wanted to give it a shot. Reader wears glasses btw! | thank you a ton for giving me an excuse to write more of this. I love streamer!jinx. I hope this is alright!

WC: 400(?), CC: 2,155 | CW: Gunshot mentions. Jinx is a Fortnite lover. | Pairing: Streamer!Jinx x F!Reader.

You toss and turn, stirring slightly in your sleep. Your eyes flutter open slightly, your gaze meeting the numbers on the alarm clock. 4:00am. “What the fuck am I doing up at 4am?” You think to yourself. You roll onto your side to see if Jinx is asleep still, but to your surprise, you find the spot next to you empty and cold, like she hadn’t been there for hours. Where is she?

That’s when you hear it, the slight sound of gunshots. You let out a soft sigh, prying the covers off of you as you stumble to your feet. You know exactly where Jinx is, exactly what she’s doing.

As you wrap your favourite robe around you, you slide your glasses on. You make your way through the hallway, and unsurprisingly, the door at the end has a bright light peeking through. You can hear the gunshots get louder, mixed with playful rambling. “Ha! Take that! Chat, did you see that?! Headshot!”. A soft smile forms on your face at the familiar voice. You make your way up to the door, before creaking it open slightly. Surely enough, Jinx was sat playing Fortnite attentively, her webcam clearly on.

She doesn’t seem to be paying attention to chat, so you decide to use this to your advantage. You slide into the room, creeping closer. At this point you can see the chat yourself. They’re all saying hello to you, pointing you out. However, Jinx seems completely oblivious to your presence. You place your palms over her headphones, your fingers lightly tugging at them and prying them off her head. It’s at this moment she snaps back to reality and her surroundings, she tilts her head back, looking up into your eyes, “hey tuts!”, before turning back to chat. “why didn’t-ya warn me she was here?”. You laugh softly before responding on behalf of her chat, “they did, I saw them. You just weren’t paying attention, little miss blue.” She scowls as you playfully poke her nose, but you can see the undeniable smirk forming on the edge of her lips. “Yeah yeah, just get in here.” she murmurs, hauling you onto her lap before focusing on her game once more.

“Fuck! That cunt was afk killing me! Chat, I’m so gonna get her back!”

God, she’s such a doofus. Atleast she’s your doofus... this is going to be a long night.

[a-alexysss]

I uuuhhhhh uhhhmmuh uhhhhh errrrrrrrrrmmmmmm guhhhhhhh uhhhh can I violently throw Miku figures at Donnie or whatever uhhhhhhhhhh uhh erm eruuuuuuuhhhhhhh uhmmmmmmmm

He doesn't know if he should feel attacked or happy...

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[samijey]

draft my guys to smackdown at this point because the raw locker room CANNOT handle a devoted couple

[io-archival]

[PT: Crystagender /end PT]

Crystagender

Crystagender: When your gender randomly changes, and you often feel broken or fractured between multiple different genders.

For example, on one day, you might feel like you’re 110% agender, but on the next you’re broken into demigirl&nan0boy, androgynous, etc. Whether you feel like you switch between these genders throughout the time period, or feel like all at once, is up to the person.

Term coined by: [Deactivated]

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[snakesonankles]

another drawing im happy with that unfortunately noone will see ,ah🥲

[vacationbimboschool]

No room for Professionalism

Professor!Tom riddle x Fem!reader (18+)

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Content below: smut, oral (female receiving), fingering , public sex. reader is 18, Riddle is 26.

Words: 1.4k

Professor Riddle sat at his desk, quietly reviewing papers, while you remained in your usual seat, wondering why he had asked you to stay after class. Your leg bounced nervously beneath the table as you anxiously awaited his words.

After a moment, he rose from his desk and moved to stand before the furniture, leaning against it with his arms crossed. His cold gaze met yours.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Professor Riddle remarked, shaking his head with a hint of disapproval. “Two failed tests, and you still haven’t managed to stay awake during my lectures.” His tone was laced with disappointment, yet remained as monotone as ever. Your gaze dropped to the surface of your desk, overwhelmed by guilt and shame for your poor performance.

“My apologies, Professor. I’ve been trying my best… but if I’m being honest, I just haven’t had the motivation to keep my grades up recently,” you admitted.

Though your words were entirely truthful, Mr. Riddle was unmoved. He strode toward your desk, hands clasped behind his back, and leaned over it, his eyes narrowing as he regarded you like a predator eyeing its prey.

“Perhaps we need to find a more…” He paused, his gaze briefly flicking to your lips. “…effective method to keep you awake,” he finished, his voice low and laced with an unsettling calmness.

Your heart raced at his words. You were acutely aware of his position as her professor, yet couldn’t shake the sense that his intentions might be more than academic. You crossed your legs in an attempt to steady yourself, trying to dispel the inappropriate thoughts that flashed through your mind.

“What do you have in mind, Professor?” You asked, your voice trembling as she struggled to maintain eye contact.

A faint chuckle escaped him before he responded, his tone tinged with amusement.

“I think you already know the answer to that,” he said, his gaze lingering on your crossed lega.

Your stomach dropped as you felt too vulnerable, caught in such a way, yet you still decided to play innocent. “Uhm… I’m sorry, Professor, I’m not sure what you mean,” you said, unable to maintain eye contact with him.

Riddle’s eyes narrowed as he smirked slightly.

“Don’t play innocent now. Come here; I’ll show you.” He raised his hand, his two fingers making a beckoning motion. You did as instructed, standing and walking toward him.

You paused before him as he studied your features intently, his hand moving up and down your shoulders until it settled on your waist. Your breath quickened, a flush blooming on your cheeks as Tom murmured, “What do you think I mean now, sweetheart?”

You were left speechless; your cheeks were redder than roses. You looked him in the eyes, unsure what he had in store for you next.

“Sir….” You whispered, their faces closer than ever.

His hand gently took your jaw, pulling you closer for a gentle kiss. His lips lingered as he pulled away, leaning his forehead on yours. “How’s this?” He asked in a teasing way, waiting for you reply.

Still in a bit of a shock , but also completely turned on, you looked up at him before shyly whispering “it’s perfect, sir”. Professor Riddle’s lips turned to a teasing smile as he uttered “you drive me mad with the way you look at me;you know that?”

He smirked, looking at the way your pupils grew wide, all from his touch. “Beautiful-“he whispered beneath his breath.

His fingers reached up to your blouse and unbuttoned one button at a time. Your breath hitched as he unbuttoned your blouse. The sight of his hands, his fingers adorned with silver rings, sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you, making your stomach flutter.

His lips started moving against your jaw and neck, as his fingers pulled your blouse from your shoulders and to the floor.

His lips found your collar bone, and your fingers found solace in his hair. Small moans escaped from your lips as he left small love bites along the way.

Riddle’s hands worked on the clasp of your bra, removing the last thing that blocked him from you. His breath against your skin. “I have wondered for so long what you looked like. How lovely you were.”

You looked up at him once more, a wave of confidence washing before you “now you have me all to yourself.”

His lips found yours in a gentle and passionate kiss, his tongue parting your lips for him to explore as his hands caressed and explored your curves his hands grabbed your ass, giving it a squeeze. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”.

Breathless and completely blinded by the sight before you, you quickly nodded your head as you answered him. “Yes, professor.”

He smirked as he picked you up, putting you on the desk. You were now eye to eye with him, your hands finding themselves on his chest,

“Hmm. I like a girl who obeys.”

His hands went to your thighs, massaging them gently as you moaned his name, trying to stay quiet as they were still in class.

”You sound so beautiful moaning my name-“ he whispered. His hand moved up her thigh, her skirt moving to your hips, his fingers teasing at the hem of your underwear, taking his sweet time.

You grew more and more impatient as you just wanted him to touch her “Tom, please”

“Please.. what, baby? Use your words. Tell me what you want.” He whispered as he rubbed you through your underwear, earning a reaction from you. “Fuck- just- do something please” you sighed.

”Patience, sweetheart. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”

His other hand grabbed onto your waist, kissing your stomach. You weren’t sure what came over you as you impatiently, but sensually, pushed his head down to where you needed him the most.

“Such an eager little thing.” He was still playing it cool, but you could see the excitement on his face as his head was being pushed down.

“Please.” You whined once again before he finally gave in,pushing your underwear to the side, and licking one long stripe across your core

You gasped in pleasure as your back arched slightly. loving the sight before him, he wanted to see you squirm in pleasure, especially with the knowledge that anyone could just walk in at any moment, seeing what he is doing to you.

Riddle then gently placed your legs on his shoulders as he asked you to just relax. He pressed a gentle kiss to your core before his tongue darted out, slowly and teasingly licking up and down your folds.

He hummed in approval as your hands tangled in his hair, the vibrations sending a shiver through your body, which made him increase the pace of his tongue, flicking it against your clit and sucking on it gently.

Riddle could feel you growing more and more aroused under his touch, and it only spurred him on further as his finger slipped into your entrance, curling it against your sweet spot as he continued to devour you with his mouth. “Oh my gosh…” you whimpered as he worked on you.

The relentless assault continued, his finger pumping in and out of you while his tongue worked wonders on your sensitive bud.

He could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling under his touch, but he still kept his mouth on you, lapping up your juices as you came, his own arousal growing with every passing second as the fabric of his trousers strained against his erection.

He slowly crawled up till he faced you again, kissing you, tongue slipping in your mouth, making you taste yourself.

It didn’t take long until your gaze was on his trousers, noticing his clear arousal.

His eyes flickered “see something you like?” He smirked.

You met his gaze, slowly nodding as your hands trailed down his torso, intent on reciprocating his attentions. However, his hands swiftly intercepted yours, slapping them away as he stood, leaving you perplexed, uncertain as to why he would deny you.

“Not today, darling,” he murmured, his tone cool as he gestured for you to sit back up.

You complied, sitting upright and adjusting your uniform, awaiting his next command. “You’re free to go,” he said with an air of casual authority, as he hasn’t just eaten you out in his classroom, “I expect to see you after class on Thursday.” He offered you a soft, almost professional smile.

“I won’t disappoint you, Sir”.

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Hope you guys enjoy this one, as it is my first time writing any kind of fan fiction! Lmk 😊

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