#i just did an exam for which i hadn't even studied (not even a little bit) and i don't even care that i 100% failed it

[chrissturnsfav]

𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 | 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰

you're at your boyfriend matt's house, trying to study for your finals tomorrow. however, matt has other plans—having not seen you in 5 days—and you can't help but let him distract you.

ᰔᩚ smut, oral (fem receiving), soft!dom matt, bf!matt, use of pet names (baby, pretty girl), fluff

ᰔᩚ w.c. 1,559

ᰔᩚ requested from @anonymous: just softdom!matt eating you out 🙁 (im extremely lonely)

you had studied an immense amount for the past 2 weeks. you studied in between all of your classes, studied in the morning before you left for classes, studied while eating—anything you were doing you were studying as you did it.

you finally were at matt's house—after not seeing him in about 5 days, but of course you had to study as you were with him—no matter how much you missed him and his touch.

you are currently sat in matt's bed. your legs are clutched up to your chest, your psychology notebook sitting in your lap. you intently read over the notes over and over and over again. matt is laid lazily next to you, one of your hands are intertwined with his as he rubs small circles on your palm with his thumb.

matt had been feening and yearning for you for every second of those past 5 days, and now he was growing impatient. it had only been about a half hour since your arrival, but he hadn't had a taste of you for what felt like forever. his eyes were on the tv screen, but he wasn't paying attention to gravity falls—all he could think about was wanting to give you a break.

so, he turns his head to you, watching your eyes scanning over the notes in your filled up notebook and he sighs. you didn't even realize the deep breath leaving his mouth because of how focused you were.

"baby..." matt groans, his head laying against the headrest.

his voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you move your gaze to meet his eyes. you look at him with a small smile, "yeah?"

"can't you just take a break for a little bit? i haven't seen you in so long..." matt says softly, a slight hint of lust in his eyes which you notice.

you bite the inside of your cheek. finals made you nervous every single year of college, and every year you would study for them like there was no tomorrow. it was bringing an immense feeling of exhaustion and stress on you, but you didn't care. all you cared about was making a good future for yourself.

you sigh, opening your mouth to respond to him, "i need to do good matt, especially in psychology...i need to have a good future. i'm doing this for the good of myself, but as soon as finals are over i'm all yours," you speak gently, reassuring matt, but it isn't enough.

matt frowns, groaning again slightly, "you've been doing this for the past 2 weeks baby, c'mon let me give you a break," he says, moving his hand that was intertwined with yours onto your knee.

you dart your eyes from his face to his hand on your knee, thinking about it. "i dunno matt..." you say reluctantly. "this is really important to me, y'know?" you say, looking back into his eyes with a soft expression.

matt nods understandingly, "i know. but you've had enough. at least for right now," he says, a smirk slowly growing on his lips and you think again, unsure of what to do.

of course, you miss him, but the voice in your head keeps yelling at you to push him away and keep studying—that this is all that matters right now, and once finals are over, you both can have all the fun you want.

you don't have enough time to respond, because he's slowly moving his body to hover over you, staring down at you and your doe eyes look back into his with slight unsureness.

matt moves a piece of hair falling over your face to the side before leaning next to your ear. "c'mon, take a break, lemme make you feel good," he whispers sensually, making you feel weak.

the voice in your head is now screaming at you to push him off, to keep studying—you need to ace this exam tomorrow.

but you ignore it.

matt's hands trail down to the waistband of your sweatpants, kneeling in between your legs as he tugs on the drawstring. his eyes move to look at yours with a smirk, to which you return slightly.

you sigh and move the notebook in your lap to the side, opening your legs slightly wider.

matt looks at you with a hint of shock in his expression, "oh, is mrs. straight a-student giving in to me? shocker," he chuckles out and you roll your eyes jokingly.

you watch him undo the tie you have the drawstring of your sweatpants in, sliding them off of your hips slowly.

he moves his head to fit between your legs, gripping your thighs gently as he begins to pepper small kisses on them. your eyes flutter closed, body tense with anticipation.

matt senses the tenseness in your frame and he smiles against your skin, looking at you. "relax, baby, gonna give you a real good break," he speaks gently as he draws small circles on your inner thigh.

you nod at his words, relaxing your body beneath him to which he chuckles at, his lips moving closer to your inner thigh. "that's my girl," he mutters.

matt begins to slowly slide your panties off of you, tossing them to the other side of the bed. he looks down at your glistening core, smirking at the sight as he pushes your knees wider gently.

"aw, that's cute," he jokes, looking at you and you giggle warmly. he licks his lips before moving his head back in between your thighs. he places a hand on your thigh wrapping your leg around his back and the other one sits on your knee.

your heart thumps with desire and anticipation excitedly. you watch matt lick a stripe through your warm folds and your body shivers at his actions. he smirks against your heat before speaking, "relaax baby, gonna make you feel real good, alright?" he says, looking up at you knowingly.

you nod, humming in response and relaxing your body against his bed. he moves his hand from your knee onto your bundle of nerves, his thumb rubbing circles gently, but quickly.

you let out a deep, soft moan, already beginning to fall apart and you only gasp louder when his tongue works against your wet pussy.

"mmm," matt hums into you, rubbing his thumb faster, "'s so good...always so good," he mutters before his tongue continues its actions.

you whine softly, head falling back against his pillow, but matt tuts and he moves his mouth off of you to look at you, "gotta look at me while i make you feel good, pretty girl."

you fix your gaze quickly, locking your eyes with his to which he smiles and nods, "good girl," he says softly before moving his lips back to your core. you moan softly as his actions quicken, his gaze never leaving your twisted face.

your hands move to tangle into his hair, eyes rolling back slightly at the pleasure. you moan deeply when matt suddenly inserts two fingers into your pussy, removing his thumb from your clit to replace it with his tongue.

his tongue swirls quick circles on your clit, fingers pumping in and out at a fast pace. he stares up at you in lust, watching your eyes roll back, your mouth falling open as the occasional moan leaves your lips.

"s-shit...matt...d-don't stop," you moan softly, hands pulling at his hair and he groans against you which sends vibration throughout your body and you whimper.

matt's tongue on your clit moves even quicker, fingers flicking inside of you hitting your g-spot and you moan deeply. "feel good, baby?" he asks against you sensually.

you nod eagerly, feeling a knot in your stomach begin to form which reminds you that you're going to cum soon. "y-yeah...fuck...o-oh, g-gonna cum!" you moan softly, loudly and matt smirks, his actions becoming impossibly faster.

"cum in my mouth, baby, can't wait to taste you..." he mumbles, anticipating your release.

your mouth falls fully open, vision blurry as you cum all over matt's lips, moaning loudly, "o-oh my god! y-yes...matt," you moan loudly, filling his room.

matt moans slightly at the taste of you, your cum filling his mouth. he watches as some of you drips onto his sheets, licking up every drop. he removes his fingers from inside of you, pulling his face up. he licks his lips, looking up at you with a smirk as he swallows.

he brings his two fingers covered in your cum up to your lips, his face inches away from yours as he hovers over you. "mmm, taste yourself, baby...taste so pretty."

you open your mouth slowly, eyes never leaving matt's and he gently puts his fingers in your mouth. you suck your remnants off his fingers, whining against them at the taste and he chuckles, "so sweet," he whispers.

matt connects your lips in a soft, gentle, loving kiss and you smile against his lips, kissing back passionately.

he pulls away and smiles at you warmly, kissing your cheek before crawling off you. he tosses your panties, sweatpants and notebook back to you before sitting back next to you.

"back to work, baby, gotta ace that final tomorrow, right?" he teases, smirking at you, watching as you're still trying to catch your breath.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i hope my matt girls loved this one! i'm actually really pleased with it hehe.

thank you for reading!! <3

@chrissturnsfav ™

[kyeomofhearts]

Back For More | J.WW

+ summary: while adjusting to your new life in college, you couldn't help but attract the attention of wonwoo, someone who you happen to have a history with.

+ pairing: badboy!wonwoo x fem!reader

+ word count: 2.7k

+ content: badboy!wonwoo, college au, mature language, flirting (wonwoo is a menace), jealousy. [pls let me know if i missed anything!]

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

[ᝰ.ᐟ] i hope you guys enjoy this! it's most likely going to be a two-parter so definitely let me know if you want to be added to my taglist! i would greatly appreciate it if you guys reblogged (maybe with comments too ^^) since i thrive on your guys' validation :)

You were tired, very tired.

Granted, this was your own doing. Maybe if you hadn't pushed your responsibilities to the side last night you wouldn't have had to wake up so early to study for an exam, but what's done is done. This whole college thing was not going so well, to say the least. Sure, it's only the beginning of the second semester, but you already feel exhausted by all of your class workloads.

Just ten more minutes of this boring lecture and you could finally go home and crawl into bed. But… that's only if you avoid him today. Which now that you’re thinking about it, you hope he isn’t waiting for you outside, again. That would be the last thing you needed today.

With that being said, things have felt a little weird if you were being honest. Of course, this was your first year of university, so things were bound to feel new and different. But there was something, or rather someone that was making you feel strange.

Around two weeks ago you noticed that Wonwoo, an old classmate of yours, had recently started to become a bit friendly towards you. While that normally wouldn’t be considered weird, you couldn’t help but feel skeptical about his intentions. You knew the kind of people he surrounded himself with, and especially the girls he would go after; which was the exact opposite of you. So what exactly did he want from you?

What also makes this situation more odd is that you’ve basically known Wonwoo for your whole life. Of course, you don’t actually know him, you just happened to go to the same elementary, middle, and high school (which is insane if you think about it). Acquaintance is a perfect word to describe your relationship with him, nothing more nothing less. So yeah… it’s a little weird when the guy you have been around for (almost) your whole life is suddenly trying to befriend you, there definitely had to be something wrong with him.

All you knew about Wonwoo was that he was on the more reserved and quiet side; mainly keeping to himself most of the time. His group of friends was quite the opposite of him, which always made you wonder how he even became friends with them in the first place.

Seeing how the lecture was ending soon, you started to pack your stuff; you were more than ready to dash straight out of the classroom. Having finished all of your assignments for today, you had nothing left to worry about. So once the professor had made her goodbyes, you made a straight beeline to the door, nothing was going to hold you back from your long-awaited nap. Your pace was brisk, attempting to avoid the backed-up main exit, you decided to go to the opposite door. The walk back to your apartment wasn’t too bad either, most of the time you saw it as a way to daydream and listen to music. So while you scrolled through your various playlists, you happened to miss the (very obvious) figure following you.

Wonwoo called out your name a few times until it finally dawned on him that you had your headphones on. He took a few long strides to catch up to you; he was very adamant on getting your attention this morning. With ease, he quickly plucked your headphones off of your head.

“What are we listening to today?” He said while adjusting the headphones on his head. It took you a second to fully process what he was doing. You knew he was doing it to provoke you, but you were determined to not let that happen today. So to his surprise, you simply kept walking. You figured that he would continue with his antics if you gave him the reaction that he wanted so you did the opposite, you ignored him.

What shocked him the most was seeing you pull out an old pair of earbuds and plugging them into your phone. He was dumbfounded to say the least, how were you so prepared and why were you ignoring him?

And again, he quickly caught up with a few simple steps. He took your headphones off of his head and tapped them against your shoulder.

With a tired sigh, you turned around to face him but couldn’t help but admire his face. You really didn't want to lose that ‘expressionless’ look you were going for (to help you ignore him of course), but that small smile of his was enough to crack you down. It's like he knew that it was your one weakness when it came to him. This was the most annoying part of it all. Anytime he smiled or looked at you, a tiny part inside you secretly liked it, making you crave his attention at times.

Objectively speaking, Wonwoo was very handsome. That was something you could never deny, you would even go as far as to say that he was your type but you didn't particularly like the people he called his ‘friends’ so you were stuck in a weird limbo.

“Is there something on my face, birdy?”

You scoffed at the nickname. “I told you not to call me that.”

Wonwoo’s eyes were looking straight into yours, a smirk slowly creeping up to his lips. It didn't help that he was looking really good today either, his messy hair combined with the whole biker fit did wonders for your eyes. He was about to say something before you heard your ringtone go off, evidently cutting him off.

Oh.

It was Hyunwoo. That's odd... you finished your shared project with him rather early, what could he be calling you about? Either way, you answered the random call in front of a rather annoyed Wonwoo.

"Hello?"

"Heyyy yn, I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch later today?" You couldn't help but feel your eyes widen at his sudden question. Since when did he want to hang out with you? Last time you checked he had a plethora of girls that he was talking to... maybe he was interested in you? No, you shouldn't get too ahead of yourself...

"Um... let me check if I have anything to do first. Can I call you back?" You knew that you sounded nervous but how else were you supposed to feel when the cute guy from your physics class was literally asking you to eat lunch with him?

As soon as you ended the call, you felt Wonwoo's arm snake its way down to your waist. You couldn’t help but yelp at the sudden intimate contact. Chuckling at your reaction, he leaned down, closer to your ear. “Who was that?”

"No one." You stated simply, it wasn't his business anyway.

"Hm, okay," Wonwoo rested his head on your shoulder, continuing to speak lowly in your ear. "I'll remember that birdy."

Before you could even come up with something to counter him, he decided to speak up once again.

"Well, I do have something rather important to tell you." His voice was so calm and soothing, you could honestly listen to it for hours on end if you had the chance.

"What is it?" You hoped he couldn't sense your rather, embarrassing, curiosity.

"Heard you used to have a little crush on me," his voice was evidently smug, knowing that this would surely get a rise out of you.

Which it did.

Your face burned at the memories of when you used to have a crush on Wonwoo. But, that had to be in fourth grade… so how could he have known about that? Nonetheless, you scoffed at his statement, not wanting to know that you were a little embarrassed by the sudden reminder.

“Key word, had,” you rolled your eyes at him. This did make you curious though, who could have possibly told him that? So you asked him exactly that.

“How do you even know about that?” His smile never faltered even as you lightly pushed his hand away from your waist. If anything, this made him want to touch you even more.

“I have my ways,” he stated simply. Of course, he does. You hated when he would shrug things off, now this was going to bother you for the entire week!

One thing about Wonwoo was that he has always been curious about you, this interest stemming back all the way to your elementary days. This curiosity eventually intensified in junior year of high school when you began to show your blatant distaste towards him. He just had to get to know you.

He looked down at you, his face was unreadable like always. You never knew what was going on in that mind of his.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be hanging out with your actual friends?" Sometimes you couldn't help but blurt out your thoughts to him even if they sounded a bit rude. His face faltered for a split second, probably caught off guard by the random question. Shoot, you really didn’t mean to say that out loud. Although, it looks like Wonwoo didn’t take any offense to your sudden question. If anything, it made him... smile?

“I am hanging out with my friend,” he stopped you to face him, “which is you.” You rolled your eyes at him. That had to be the corniest thing he has ever said to you if you were being honest. You just hated that giddy feeling he would give you any time he said something remotely cheesy.

"Ugh, you're so dumb," you groaned while checking the time on your phone. It was getting close to noon and you hadn't responded to Hyunwoo's question from earlier. Maybe it was best if you didn't go... who knows what he wanted from you. If you were being completely honest, you didn't know if you had it in you to see other people at the moment, aside from Wonwoo of course.

"Have somewhere to be?" Wonwoo asked, a hint of concern peeking through his voice.

"No, thank god, but I do have a scheduled nap to get to so if you don't mind-" you were cut off by the sound of an engine revving, making your body jump at the unexpected noise. You turned to see where the source of the commotion was coming from but then realized it was coming from a group of bikers nearby; most likely Wonwoo's friends.

Or so you thought?

Wonwoo didn't seem too pleased with the group that was getting closer to where the two of you were. On the contrary, Wonwoo looked pissed. His jaw was visibly clenched, the gentle grip he had on your waist tightened, and his eyes lost that playful spark he had earlier. You couldn't help but feel guilty for thinking about how hot Wonwoo looked when he was angry. Of course, you would never want to be on the receiving end of his anger but seeing it on the sidelines was quite... interesting.

Wait. This might actually be serious, so it's best if you leave before anything crazy happens.

"I think I'm going to head out now..." you said quietly as you tried to slip away from Wonwoo's (awfully) strong grasp.

He turned to look at you, his eyes softening once they landed on your figure. Why did they have to come and bother him at this exact moment? He knew that whatever was going to happen was not going to be pretty, but he found himself reluctant to let you go.

Before truly letting you go, he quietly asked, "Are you sure? I can take you home if you want me to." As soft as his voice was, he still managed to sound composed which was comforting considering the situation.

You nodded in response, "I don't live that far from here so it's fine, thank you for the offer though." You managed to flash him a small, awkward smile before turning away from him and heading toward the direction of your apartment. You didn't know what exactly was going on between those guys and Wonwoo but it for sure wasn't friendly. Although it wasn't exactly your issue, you couldn't help but feel worried about Wonwoo, even if he was a pain in the ass sometimes.

Much to your dismay, that scheduled nap never came your way that day.

You blame Wonwoo, how were you supposed to sleep peacefully knowing he was probably getting jumped? Okay, you might be jumping to conclusions but what else were you supposed to think about when he was visibly angry at the mere sight of those guys?

Realistically speaking, it's only been two days since that whole incident happened. Granted, you haven't seen Wonwoo since then but that could mean a lot of things.

[...]

While you were in line to get a smoothie from one of the pop-up shops near the campus, you felt a sudden tap on your shoulder.

"Did my little birdy miss me?" You felt Wonwoo say right next to your ear, his breath fanning across your earlobe. It sent a wave of tingles down your spine, making you shudder in turn. Though you weren't a fan of his spontaneous appearance.

"God, you need to stop doing that! I almost slapped you I swear-" You stopped mid-way once you turned around and saw his face. He had a few cuts on his lips and eyebrows and one big bruise across his cheek. Those guys really did a number on him.

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern, "are you okay?"

He tried to wave it off but you could tell he was bothered by your question, "It's fine, really, don't worry about it." Was he insane? How were you not going to worry when he was visibly injured?

"Were these from the guys on Tuesday?" You couldn't help but ask, where else would he get these cuts and bruises if it didn't come from them?

His demeanor immediately switched and he pushed himself away from you.

"It's none of your business so stay out of it."

"Okay." That was the only thing you said before grabbing your smoothie from the worker and quickly walking away from the shop. If he wanted to be like that then so be it. You most definitely were not going to wait for him to 'open up' by all means, he could throw himself a pity party for all you care.

"Wait-" He tried reaching for your arm but you were too quick for him. Your steps were swift, helping you create a reasonable distance between you and Wonwoo. He called out your name a few times before giving up, he didn't want to gather any unwanted attention from the people nearby. Reaching your pace, Wonwoo was finally close enough to grab your wrist and make you look at him.

"Are you seriously ignoring me?" His voice was a bit jagged, no doubt coming from the unexpected cardio you made him do to catch up to you.

Unfortunately for him, you were petty. "You said it wasn't my business, so please do not talk to me because I really do not care." You brushed past him once again this time making sure he could not grab your arms or wrists.

He exhaled in annoyance, "Look I'm sorry-" Wonwoo was mid-apology before being abruptly cut off by the voice of a guy yelling your name out loud.

Speaking of the devil, what immaculate timing.

"Hey yn! Did you still want to get food after class?" Hyunwoo jogged to where you were standing but saw how Wonwoo was still trying to talk to you.

"Sorry, were you busy with him?"

You instantly responded to Hyunwoo, "No, he was just asking for directions, but yeah I'm down for food." Like before, you made your way towards Hyunwoo, making sure to bump into Wonwoo. He couldn't help but stay frozen in place as he watched you walk to class with some random guy, jealousy slowly invading his mind.

Directions? Did she really...?

As much as Wonwoo wanted to be mad at you, he really had no one to blame but himself. The whole situation with his old group of 'friends' was really getting to him so once you popped that question it just seemed to send him over the edge. He just didn't know how far you would go to express your annoyance towards him. Now all he had to do was find a way to properly apologize to you before that Hyunwoo guy got to you first.

The only thing stopping him? He didn't have your number or any of your socials...

Part Two: II

[adiraargent]

He doesn't deserve you - Mattheo Riddle

Synopsis: Mattheo is your best friend and doesn't like your boyfriend Warnings: swearing, suggested toxic relationship

Requests are open :)

The Hogwarts corridors buzzed with students rushing to and fro, their chatter and laughter filling the air. Amidst the bustling crowd, you tried your best to navigate your way through the bustling crowd, feeling a weight on your shoulders that wasn't just from your bag full of textbooks.

"Hey, Y/N!" A voice called out, and Mattheo Riddle appeared at her side, a small smile on his face, one that he pretty much reserved for only her. The two of them had been best friends for years now, trusting each other more than anyone else

"Hey, Theo," you replied, trying to match his enthusiasm, though your smile faltered slightly. Thoughts of your boyfriend had been weighing on your mind for the last hour after one of the Slytherin girls had muttered a few words under her breath at the beginning of potions class.

You hadn't heard what she had said word for word, but you did manage to make out the part where she had said 'why is he even with her, he could do so much better?'

"What's wrong?" Mattheo asked, his voice holding a joking tone "Someone take a shit in your coffee this morning?" but his grin faltered a little as he caught the sad glimpse in her eyes, "hey? What's wrong?"

You hesitated, glancing around to ensure no one was listening before you spoke in a hushed tone, almost like you were embarrassed or ashamed. "It's just… I don't know if I belong where I am."

Mattheo's gaze softened, and he leaned in slightly, an intent yet confused look in his eyes. "What do you mean?" His earthy eyes flickered over her face, switching between her pretty eyes, her slightly chapped lips which he could tell she had been gnawing at (something she did when she was anxious) and her cute freckles.

"It's just… my boyfriend, you know," you began, your voice filled with uncertainty. "He's in the year above us and he's so smart and popular, and… sometimes I feel like I'm not good enough for him. Like he's too good for me, ya know what I mean?."

You forced yourself to look up at your best friend, curious as to what his reaction would be. You felt your cheeks flush red in embarrassment as you noticed the unreadable look on his face. Maybe I'm just over thinking? You opened your mouth to say something, hoping to put it behind you and escape an awkward situation but Mattheo cut you off.

"Too good for you? Don't be ridiculous. They don't deserve you." Mattheo's expression shifted, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and disbelief.

You chuckled weakly, feeling lucky to have someone like Mattheo as your friend, but you know he was only saying it because he felt like he had to. "You're biased, Mattheo. You're my best friend."

"I'm not biased," he insisted, a hint of urgency in his voice. "I know you, love. You're kind, smart, and one of the most genuine people I've ever met. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

You met his gaze, feeling a mix of gratitude and doubt. "I wish I could believe that."

"You should," Mattheo replied firmly. "You're worth more than you give yourself credit for."

As they walked, you couldn't shake off the doubts that lingered in your mind, wondering if you truly belonged with someone like your boyfriend. He was a year older, had beautiful green eyes and nice brown hair too, plus he was one of the smartest Slytherins in his year.

Mattheo, on the other hand, couldn't fathom why she would ever doubt her worth. He hated that she didn't see what he saw.

Days passed, and you found yourself spending more time with Mattheo, seeking solace and comfort in his conversations. He was always there to lift your spirits and now that exams were coming up, the two of you could help each other out with study.

One afternoon, the two of you sat by the lake, the sunlight dancing on the water's surface as you sighed, feeling the weight of your insecurities pressing down on you. You played with the hair tie on your wrist, your head slightly sore from the ponytail that you had your hair in the whole day, happy that you could let your hair down now.

"y/n/n," Mattheo began, his tone gentle but firm, "you need to stop doubting yourself."

"I'm fine Theo," you sighed, letting out a soft sigh as you gazed out at the lake in front of you, your eyes lighting up slightly as you watched some fish jump out then back in, playing around.

"You're not," Mattheo insisted, he bumped your shoulder softly, making you look over at him, his eyes locking with yours. "Your boyfriend is a dick and you're sitting here wondering if you're good enough for him? He stands you up all the time, laughs at you and doesn't stick up for you when his friends say shit about you."

"Theo..."

"I know you wont listen to me cause you're stubborn as shit, but believe me when I tell you, you're better off without him," Mattheo sighs

The conversation lingered in the air, but before they could delve deeper, footsteps interrupted their moment. Your boyfriend approached you both, a smirk on his face as he greeted you.

"Hey, babe," he said casually, barely acknowledging Mattheo's presence.

"Hey," you replied softly, feeling a twinge of discomfort.

"Ready to go?" he asked, already turning to leave.

You glanced at Mattheo, who met your gaze with a subtle look of concern. You winced slightly as you subconsciously bit the inside of your cheek, going to stand up

Mattheo looked up at him, a blank look on his face, "Actually, mate we were kinda in the middle of talking about the potions assignment we're working on together."

Your boyfriend scoffed, "cant you talk about that shit later man? My mates and I were gonna go down and grab some food and shit from the kitchens and the elves always give us more when y/n is there since they like her."

"Well as I said, we're kind of busy," Mattheo snapped, his voice dangerously low.

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and looked at you, "get up, lets go," he grumbled waiting for you to stand up, but you didn't move.

Her boyfriend raised an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance crossing his features. "Fine. Suit yourself."

As he walked away, you felt a mix of relief and uncertainty wash over you. She turned to Mattheo, a silent question in her eyes.

"You deserve better than that," Mattheo said quietly, his voice tinged with frustration. "You deserve someone who sees your worth and values you for who you are. Plus he's just a dick overall"

You swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in your stomach. "Do you really think so?"

"I know so," Mattheo replied firmly, his gaze unwavering. "You're one of the best people I know, and you deserve someone who sees that."

You nodded, feeling a surge of conflicting emotions as you watched your boyfriend disappear into the castle. Mattheo's words echoed in your mind, a voice of reason amid your doubts.

*

Days turned into weeks, and you found yourself reassessing your relationship. Mattheo had been consistent with his whole 'I hate your stupid ass boyfriend' thing, which didn't really help any of your doubts.

However it had seemed to have opened your eyes a bit. You began to notice how close your boyfriend would get to other girls, picked up on his snarky remarks that he would mutter under his breath when you would say stuff, the way he'd just sit there and even sometimes laugh when his friends would say something about you.

One evening, as you sat in the library, your boyfriend approached you, his expression plain and care free.

"Hey, Y/N," he began, a note of hesitation in his voice. "I've been thinking… I'm not sure this is working out."

You felt your hear skip a few beats, a mix of emotions flooding through you. She looked up to meet his gaze, surprised yet oddly relieved

"Okay," you replied softly, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside you. In all honesty, you saw it coming.

"Okay?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked down at you, "that's it?"

"What? Did you expect her to beg you to stay?" a voice spoke up. You felt your eyes widen at the familiar tone

"Theo?" You asked in shock, turning in your seat to see Mattheo standing behind you, glaring at the boy who was standing in front of you

Your boyfriend ex-boyfriend scoffed, rolling his eyes, "fuck off Riddle," he sneered, taking a step forwards. Mattheo took a step closer to him, not cowering in the slightest as he dug his hands into his pockets, a cold look on his face

"You said your point, you can leave now," Mattheo said plainly. Your ex rolled his eyes, huffing a 'whatever' before turning around and leaving.

You sat there, feeling a sense of freedom mingled with uncertainty.

"Are you okay?" Mattheo asked gently, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"I think so," you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. "It's just… unexpected."

Mattheo's hand squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "Sometimes unexpected things are for the best."

They sat in silence, the weight of the moment hanging between them. You found yourself feeling a mix of emotions—relief, sadness, and a tinge of regret. You glanced at Mattheo, feeling grateful for his unwavering support.

"Thank you," you said softly, meeting his gaze. "For everything."

"Always," Mattheo replied with a small smile, his eyes filled with understanding and support. He had been there for a long time, stuck by her side through everything.

And all he could do was hope that one day, she would love him just as much as he loved her.

[gummydummy19]

Hi Gummy👀❤️

um, because of the post you said about just now......

Thinking about Prof!Sherlock Holmes celebrate with you that your exams are over.

Correction: you sneak in his office with a bottle of champagne and wearing the lingerie he gifted to you a few weeks ago... He was very confused at the beginning(

Well, you did celebrate TOGETHER after all.👀😋

Gaahh I would love to celebrate with him! 🥳🫠 Thank you for the ask, jammie! Im very sorry this took so incredibly long and that its a bit shit maybe lol, I hope you still kinda like it :)

His best student

Content Warnings: smut, age gap (not specifically mentioned), college student/college professor relationships (abuse of power, just to be sure), pet names (little one, Sir, baby), smidge of angst for some reason

A/N: This story is a fantasy and purely fictional. I do not condone student/teacher relationships or abuse of power in real life. Since this is pure fiction, everything is consensual. (because it's my fantasy and I fucking wrote it that way)

Word Count: 1.9k +

He was busy grading papers, the usual frown on his face, not even looking up at you as you entered his office...

You eyed him hungrily as you locked the door behind you. "Do you know what day it is today?" you asked in a sultry voice, hoping to get his attention.

You'd been waiting for this moment for weeks, ever since he gifted you that black, lacy lingerie set a few days before your first exam. He'd had it delivered, knowing if he'd handed it to you himself neither of you would be able to wait. The box contained a note, written in Sherlock's beautiful handwriting, as per usual.

"A little gift to get you in the mood. I hope it motivates you, my dear. I expect straight A's from my best student x"

You had never been so excited to study. With your new-found motivation, you propped yourself at your desk, which is where you stayed for weeks. Focused and dedicated.

You hadn't touched yourself once in the past few weeks. Partly because you wanted to stay focussed, but also because you simply didn't have the time. You were so exhausted and mentally drained from studying all day, your back and shoulders were sore from sitting hunched over your desk for hours. When you finally got to bed at night you were so tired you almost immediately fell asleep.

And now the wait was finally over. All your hard work had paid off, straight A's across the board. You were proud of yourself, proud and incredibly horny, ready to collect your reward.

"Uhh...Friday?" Sherlock answered mindlessly, his eyes still glued to the red ink he scribbled across the paper.

You rolled your eyes before clearing your throat, hoping to finally get him to look up at you.

His eyes found yours, they were filled with confusion and a tiny bit of aggravation...until you let your coat fall open. The beautiful black set was revealed and you could almost hear the wheels turning in his head.

"Yeah," you spoke, "it's Friday"

A smirk tugged at his plushy lips, 'it's Friday", he repeated as the realization dawned on him.

"Hmm." you nodded, dropping your coat on the floor with a smile.

You took a few slow steps towards him, never once breaking eye contact.

"Passed all my exams, straight A's just like you wanted Mr. Holmes", you spoke innocently.

"Is that so?" he smirked, leaning back in his chair, his knees falling wider open.

"Uh uh", you nodded coyly, chewing your finger.

You took a few steps closer to him, keeping your eyes glued to his. You debated crawling into his lap and kissing him silly, but took a seat on his desk instead. "So I think I deserve my reward now, don't you?"

He was trying to contain himself a little longer, trying not to show how much of an effect you had on him. But the glimmer in his eyes told you enough. You couldn't help but smile at him. A warm genuine smile that told him how much you adored him and how badly you'd missed him.

He couldn't hold back the grin that broke free on his face and he stood up. Wasting no time before grabbing your face and crashing his lips to yours. The kiss was full of heat and passion. Your hands tangled in his beautiful brown curls before trailing down his neck and fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. It took every fiber in your being not to rip the fabric off him, but you decided to behave. You the last thing you needed was a punishment when you came here for a reward.

Luckily he noticed what you were doing quite quickly, and since there was not much left for you to take off, he decided to help you.

"Fuck...I missed you, little one", he mumbled against your mouth as he undid the final button on his shirt.

"Hmm...missed you too, Sir...so much", you sighed back, your hands sliding over his shoulders, under the fabric of his shirt, making it drop on the floor while your fingers tangled in his hair again pulling him in for another kiss.

The kiss became more heated, more impatient, and you felt yourself starting to buck against the front of his trousers. The growing bulge pressed perfectly against the thin fabric of your panties. The panties that were slowly but surely starting to get very sticky and damp...

He pulled his lips away from yours, only to trail kissed from your jaw to your neck, groaning into your nape once he got there. His large hands trailed up and down your waist, squeezing at your flesh wherever he could.

You wriggled your hands between your bodies, your fingers eagerly searching for the buckle of his belt.

“Need you now…right now…”, you whined as you pulled his belt from his pants, your desperation made him chuckle.

“Hmmm…my perfect pretty princess…”, his voice was low has his fingers trailed down your jaw. Your breath hitched when his hand made its way down your throat, you expected him to stop there, to squeeze it as punishment for being so impatient…but he didn’t.

His hand moved down a little bit further until he pressed his palm flat, right in the middle of your chest. You were sure he felt your heartbeat thumping.

“Lay back for me”, he commanded. His tone combined with the slight press of his hand left little room for arguing, so you did what he asked.

Your back his the cold wood of his desk and you stared up at him. He held your gaze while his hands moved to caress your legs, starting at your knees, up to your thighs and back to your knees, where he held a firm grip to keep your legs spread (as if you needed any help with that?)

You enjoyed every second of it, every single touch, every look…but you needed more.

“Please Sir…”, you whined, “haven’t I been a good girl?”

He once again chuckled at your shameless display of pure desperation. “Don’t frown like that little one, you’ll get wrinkles”

“Then don’t give me a reason to frown.”

Your inner brat was starting to show and you hated it. Not that you didn’t love your bratty side, because you absolutely did, but today it meant that he was winning and you had worked too hard to let that happen.

He was staring down at you with his usual raised eyebrow. “Come on, Mr. Holmes..please?", you tried, your foot inching up his waist until your toes touched the now massive bulge in his trousers. You moved methodically, creating a friction you knew he craved.

"Behave", his voice was stern, no doubt a cover-up for his neediness, but stern nonetheless. You ignored it, continuing your movements shamelessly until he growled. "Enough!"

In a matter of seconds had pushed your legs open again and he was on you. Your wrists pinned to the oak desk just like the rest of you. "I told you to behave, little one."

"Why? When I do you give me nothing", you argued, staring him dead in the eye. "I came here for a reward, but if you insist on punishing me go ahead. Either way, I refuse to leave here empty-handed. I worked my ass off for the past few weeks, haven't even touched myself once. I kept my focus, I got perfect grades, and now I wanna cum. I deserve to cum."

You had never spoken to him that way. Ever.

The two of you looked at each other in silence. His hands still had a firm grip on your wrists and the look in his eyes gave little away. For a split second, you worried you had gone too far. He was still your professor after all, and by far the most intelligent and respected man you'd ever met.

You were simply a young girl who happened to be in his class and sucked his cock the way he liked it. You were nobody. And yet here you were, sprawled on his desk demanding orgasms.

"I'm proud of you, you know that?"

His deep voice broke through the silence and with that also through your thoughts. "Huh?" you managed to get out.

He grinned down at you, but different than before. Less devilish, more pure. "You're right, you worked incredibly hard...and you deserve a reward..."

He dipped his head down, his curls brushing your face as he pressed kisses against your neck and shoulder.

The second you felt his warm lips press loving kisses on your skin your eyes fluttered shut. A relaxed sigh left your lips as you basked in his touch.

“Such a good girl…such a…an amazing woman you…”, he panted out his praises while kissing his way down your body.

You moaned when you felt his warm lips press against your core through your panties, he kissed and licked until he could taste you through the fabric, leaving it even more soaked than it already was.

“Fuck sir…” your fingers tangled in his curls again when he pulled your panties to the side and finally ran his tongue through your sopping wet folds.

He ate you out with vigour, humming and groaning into your pussy like a man possessed.

It wasn’t long before your thighs squeezed around his head and you shook with pleasure, letting out one final loud moan as your orgasm rushed through you.

“Fuck…” you giggled while staring at the ceiling, you swore you saw a couple stars fly around.

You could feel him grinning against your skin as he pressed a few more kisses on your inner thighs.

“C’mere…” your hands grabbed at him again, this time he didn’t even try to refuse. His large body stretched over you and his hands found the sides of your face.

You both smiled into the kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue was always such a turn on. You tasted great together, every time.

It wasn’t long before hunger consumed you again, and you could tell even though he just ate…he was still starving.

Your legs locked around his waist and you bucked your hips up into his bulge, whimpering a little from the overstimulation.

He didn’t need to be told what to do. He grinned as he leaned up. Never breaking eye contact with you while he lowered his pants and boxers, allowing his thick cock to spring free.

“My sweet girl….”, was all he said before slowly…ever so slowly…pushing inside of you.

He dropped down close to you, one hand on your hip, using it as leverage while he pumped in and out of you.

The other one right next to your face, keeping him from leaning his full body weight on you…not that you would complain…

“Fuck…s-sir…” your voice was barely above a whisper given that his nose was practically touching yours.

He pressed a gentle kiss against your lips, “call me by my name…please”.

You moaned and he slowly picked up the pace, “S-sherlock…Sherlock! Oh god, Sherlock”, you pulled at his hair as he fucked you passionately on his desk, fucking you deeper and harder each time you screamed his name.

“Yeah fuck…that’s it princess…shit”, he angled his hips while his hand slid down between your bodies, “cum for me baby…cum on my cock while I pump you full…can’t hold it much longer sweetheart, you feel so fucking good, fuck” his almost whiny tone and desperate look melted you to your core, and so you did what he asked, you came on his cock, hard.

“SHERLOCK! please please please….”, your walls squeezed him tightly and with one final thrust and a guttural groan he came inside you.

Sweaty foreheads and plump lips bumped against each other as you rode out the highs of your orgasms together.

“I love you…I love you”, he spoke quietly after a few beats of silence.

Once to himself, and once to you.

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[biisexualemma]

pining pt.2. peter parker

word count: 3.3k

warnings: explosion, some injury detail i think but not a lot or graphic at all, soft, fluff, sweet interactions

requested: yesyesyes

plot: you can't keep your crush on peter a secret any longer

a/n: sorry it took me, not even exaggerating, three years to write and publish this, that is truly so uncool of me and i deeply apologise to those of you who asked for this so long ago. anyway it's here and i am happy with it so i hope you like it!

part 1 / masterlist

"i bombed that exam," you huffed, your face screwing up in frustration as you walked side by side with m.j. down the school hallway. "did you see question sixteen? what was that about? i don't think we even studied that this semester?" you were annoyed with yourself, because you knew you hadn't studied as hard as you should have for that exam.

"yeah, i saw it, i just took the same exam," m.j. furrowed her brows at you but you were too in your own head to care about her sarcasm. being m.j.'s friend for so many years meant that you tended to tune out the sarcasm that was always dripping from her voice. "i wouldn't worry about it, you always do well, it's like your thing. being smart at everything."

you shook your head, you were convinced you messed up that paper.

ever since your late night netflix session with peter, you'd been even more in your head than usual. you hated being this distracted. it was only because you had to keep your feelings to yourself, you had never been very good at keeping secrets, and this was too big a secret to be keeping to yourself. it was driving you crazy that he didn't know.

 it was now monday, you hadn't seen peter since you fell asleep on him and he snuck back out your window. you had woken up the next day in an empty bed, with a text message from peter saying he had to run and that he'd see you in school.

you hadn't heard from him again, and you had yet to see him in school. you had to tell him. you had to tell him or you felt like you might combust. and you had finals to be worrying over, not a boy. if you got it off your chest, whether he felt the same or not, you knew you could at least focus better on your day to day. you were tired of avoiding him and pushing him away to keep a secret. he had to know.

-

you had colluded with michelle during gym and she, too, thought you coming clean to peter was a good idea. you were pretty sure she was just sick of talking to you and you not taking anything in that she was saying, which was happening more and more often, so you understood. 

only, you hadn't actually seen peter all day to speak to him.

you spotted a familiar mop of black hair across the hallway at the end of the day, jogging over to meet ned at his locker. if anyone would know of peter's whereabouts it was his righthand man.

"ned!" you touched his shoulder, approaching him from behind, startling him a little as he jumped away from your touch. "sorry--" you apologised quickly when he mumbled shit y/n under his breath. "i just wanted to know if you'd seen peter?"

his face contorted for a second before furrowing his brows. "uh, peter? he just left-- i think he said something about mr stark? i don't know," you could tell he was lying, ned was always covering for peter, but you didn't push him. you just nodded.

"right, well, if you see him, tell him i need to talk to him?" he nodded and you backed away from him to leave. "i'll see you tomorrow!" you called, whipping out your phone and dialling peter's number as you moved down the crowded hallway. 

it rang out, you let out an exasperated sigh. why was he all of sudden so hard to track down? you waited for the beep before leaving a message.

pete, call me back i need to talk to you-- can you meet me at delmar's? i'll be there at seven-- just call me

the one time you were actively seeking for him and he was nowhere to be found. you huffed, dragging yourself home to put some effort into studying before you'd meet up with peter later.

-

you tucked your hands in your pockets to conserve some of your warmth in the cold new york air, your feet speeding along the pavement as you took the short walk to delmar's. you had gotten a text from peter shortly after you left your voicemail saying he'd meet you there.

you were regretting not wearing more layers as you shivered, making your way down the street, delmar's was in sight, the light shining from inside guided you towards the shop. you had been craving a sandwich all day. and you thought, even if your conversation with peter went terribly, at least you'd still get a sandwich from delamar's out of it. it wouldn't be all bad.

there was no sign of peter, but you approached anyway, waiting outside in hopes he wouldn't make you wait in the cold much longer. you checked the time on your phone, it was a few minutes past seven. you were sure he'd be here soon.

you tucked your phone away in your pocket, lifting your eyes up, widening them when you saw a commotion in the bank across the street. your mouth hung open. you made out one of the figures to be spider-man, he was swinging around, fighting a group of-- of-- avengers? you squinted, watching the fight unfold with curiosity. you'd never seen the web-slinger in action before, you were intrigued. you couldn't wait 'till peter got here, he'd love this.

"hey-- mr delmar-- have you seen this--?" just as you called into the shop for the owner to come check this out, there was a loud shattering noise, causing you to jolt in shock. before you knew what was happening, half the shop was on fire, you thrown backwards into the wreckage.

peter watched the weapon fire, near splitting mr delmar's shop in two from across the street. his eyes widened in panic, abandoning his previous task and running over to his favourite sandwich shop that was now in flames. he remembered his plans to meet you here at seven-- he hoped you'd been late arriving.

you groaned, your head splitting, ears ringing and you could hardly make out what was happening with your vision distorted by a cloud of grey smoke. you spasmed into a cough fit as you breathed in the smoke surrounding you, instinctively you pulled at the sleeve of your jacket and covered your mouth in an attempt to keep your airways clear.

"mr delmar?" you tried to call out, your voice muffled behind the material covering it, pushing yourself up off the ground that was now covered in rubble.

"you alright, mr delmar?" peter checked in, his arm wrapped around the older yank as he guided him out of the wreckage with a level of care reserved for the owner of his favourite sandwich shop. he nodded, he hurled over trying to take deep breaths, his hands propped onto his knees. "was it just you in there?"

he shook his head. peter thought to you immediately before mr delmar even said anything. "y/n," he spluttered out, coughing up the smoke he'd inhaled. "a regular-- she was standing right there," he had pointed to where the door used to be but now in it's place was a gaping hole. peter was half listening to mr delmar who was now wailing about the state of his store, bystanders had started to crowd and sirens sounded in the distance. but this was all background noise to peter now.

you could just start to make out the floor beneath you as the smoke began to ease up a bit, you guided yourself to the commotion you could hear coming from just ahead of you. "mr delmar?" you tried calling again, hoping he wasn't caught under any of the rubble somewhere, hoping he was ok. "mr del-- ow!" you looked down at your feet where you had tripped when you heard something yelp back at you. the bodega cat, covered in soot and dirt. "hi, kitty," you cooed, leaning down and scooping him up in your arms as you continued to navigate your way forward. "have you seen mr delmar?" you spoke to the cat, who only meowed in response. "right."

"y/n?" you heard your name being called, your ears pricking up, the cat in your arms attention had been caught too. "y/n, are you in there?" you knew that voice.

"peter?!" you called back, coughing as you inhaled more of the smoke surrounding you. "pete?"

the cat cried again. a faucet shot open across the room, you let out a yelp at the noise as water began to blast everywhere. "where are you?" you called out again, losing your patience and your nerve a bit now.

"y/n?" the voice was suddenly right in front of you and then before you could react a body thudded into yours. you yelped again, the cat also startled, and stumbled backwards, feeling two hands grip your arms, keeping you in your place.

arms clothed in red and blue, your eyes trailed upwards, widening as they looked over at the superhero now standing in front of you also covered in soot and dirt. "spider-man?" 

there was a loud crack that came from above where you stood, your eyes trailing up to the ceiling where the plaster had started to crumble from the damage. peter pulled you towards him, forcing you to duck down and covering you with himself as part of the ceiling fell down and would have fallen on top of you. "c'mon, we need to move," he guided you out of the building, one arm wrapped round your shoulders, his free hand covering your head.

you took a deep breath as you finally exited the building, back into the cold new york air, clutching the cat in your arms still. your head was spinning, he shifted to stand in front of you, his hands placed on each of your shoulders. your eyes were wide, brows furrowed together, your breathing growing heavier as the superhero checked you over for injuries.

"how're you feelin'?" he asked, one hand gripping your chin as he guided your face to turn to one side and then the other. you stood with your mouth slightly open, breath fanning out in front of you in the cold air, you nodded slightly, kind of coherently. his eyes, or the eye shapes cut out from his mask, squinted at you. "y/n, i need you to use your words."

"yeah," you spoke softly. "i'm ok-- i think," you shuddered, the only thing keeping you warm was the cat you clung to your chest. maybe you were just confused when you thought you'd heard peter before. maybe you had hit your head, or the smoke made you a bit delirious, or maybe the ringing distorted your hearing. that must be it. 

"my cat!" mr delmar's voice pulled you out of your thoughts and spider-man's hands slipped away from you as mr delmar lifted up his cat up out of your arms. he wrapped a free arm around you, pulling you into a quick hug, giving your shoulder a squeeze. "thank you, i'm glad you're ok."

"yeah, you too, mr delmar," he gave your arm a rub, before releasing you. "sorry about your shop," you felt bad. you knew it was out of your control but you couldn't help but feel for the man who had served you sandwiches nearly every day for the past ten years and who now had to rebuild his livelihood.

"no one got hurt, you're ok, i'm ok, cat's ok. we're ok," you nodded, he was right. "thanks to this guy," he grabbed spider-man by the shoulder, giving him a squeeze just like he had done with you. "thank you, spider-man."

"of course," he patted mr delmar on the back, beginning to feel the eyes of the bystanders surrounding this situation and the sirens growing closer. "listen, i gotta' dash, people to save, muggers to stop, you know the drill."

mr delmar began ushering him away, insisting that he go back out and get back to work. you watched the man in the suit carefully, standing still as he back to back away from you both. he gave you a slight nod before shooting off into the skyline again.

- 

you were startled by a soft knock on your window, your head jolted towards the noise, spotting the familiar brown mop of hair crouched outside on the fire escape. you let him in, he climbed in clumsily with a sense of urgency. "hey, i've been calling you,"

"sorry," you mumbled, retreating to your bed where you had been ready to crash only minutes ago. 

"i saw... i saw the news," he ducked trying to get a good look at you but you were avoiding his stare. "something came up-- did you-- were you-- are you--"

"i'm fine," you nodded, pulling at the hem of your shirt, sitting yet again, uncomfortably, in front of your best friend in your pyjamas. "no one got hurt."

peter moved to sit next to you, eyes focused on your face and why you wouldn't look at him. "are you sure?" his eyebrows furrowed together, eyes travelling to where you had your hands resting on your lap, fingers fidgeting. he worried about you. "hey, talk to me."

"i'm sure," you nodded slightly, turning so you could meet his eyes and reassure him. your hands still fidgeting he noticed. you shot him a small smile. "pete, it's ok. i'm just tired, it's been a really long day."

he remembered you calling for him earlier, the strain in your voice, the panic he felt when he couldn't find you straight away. he remembered the way you looked at him, with big eyes, full of relief and a hint of confusion.

he nodded, releasing a deep breath. "i'm sorry i didn't show at delmar's-- something came up-- it was stupid and i'm sorry i wasn't-- that i couldn't--  and i should've just--"

"peter, i love you," you cut him short. you couldn't hold your breath around him any longer. life was too short for keeping secrets. "that's what i wanted to talk to you about at delmar's-- before... everything... and spiderman."

peter's mouth hung open, his eyes locked with yours. your eyes were soft and languid, his wide and stunned, there was no denying you were awake this time. "what?" he spoke barely above a whisper, unable to think of what else to say.

"i met spiderman," you clarified. "he reminded me of you in a weird way actually," you hummed, not breaking eye contact with peter who was sat closer to you than he remembered being when he first sat down. his palms grew sweaty, he rubbed them against his pants in an attempt to calm down. "which was weirdly comforting amidst the chaos."

"oh-- that's cool i guess," he spoke in a bit of a daze. he hadn't expected you to come right out and say any of this, his head was in a bit of a spin. he had been waiting to hear you say those words again since the other night, and now here you were saying them, to him, and he couldn't think of anything to say back. 

"you don't have to say it back, or feel it i guess-- i've had a lot of time to think about this and this is the first you're hearing of it because i suppress my feelings until i feel like my heads going to explode," you were rambling at this point, a little nervous that he hadn't directly addressed it yet. you didn't expect him to feel the same way, you had seen him around liz, it was obvious to everyone that he'd been crushing on her forever. you had to tell him for your own peace of mind, you had finals to finish without the weight of this secret on your shoulders. "and my head was about to explode, pete, i'm not even sure i passed my history quiz today because i couldn't get my mind off of all of this. which is so stupid."

"you're not stupid, not even a little bit," peter shook his head. "and this isn't the first i'm hearing of this, either."

you expression soured, disgruntled and a little annoyed, "oh god, did mj tell you? that's so not cool, we talked about this-- i told her i would--"

"no, no, not mj," you paused, your expression unfolding, head tilting slightly as you hung on his every word. peter's eyes flickered down to your lips where they'd hung open, slightly parted after his interruption. "the other night, you were half asleep, before i left. you said it then."

you sighed. "well, that's kind of embarrassing."

he shook his head. "no, not embarrassing," his eyes glued to your face, unable to look away, the anticipation and a bit of confusion lining your expression. "confusing and complicated, but not embarrassing."

"confusing and complicated," you repeated, eyes trailing away from where they'd been looked on his for quite a while. "got it, kinda," maybe he was right, maybe this was confusing and complicated and maybe you had just opened up a can of worms. you couldn't take it back now that you'd said it, and you couldn't determine whether you wanted to or not.

"you're my best friend, is what i meant," he tried to clarify but it wasn't really helping. "and i didn't let myself think about you that way because i didn't want to ruin anything," he continued. your eyes unable to shift away from him again, your chest felt like it might sink the way he was going, you had prepared yourself for this, it was ok. "until the other night and now i haven't been able to think of you in any other way."

you felt your cheeks grow warm, eyes flickering between his, his darting down to your lips again uncontrollably this time. "what are you saying, pete?" you spoke barely above a whisper, unable to will yourself to speak any louder for fear you might break the bubble you two currently sat in. you were no longer thinking about your history quiz, or delmar's or even that you were sat in front of your best friend in your pyjamas. you only thought of peter and his soft brown eyes that never left your face.

"i really want to kiss you," he matched the level of your voice exactly, feeling yourself drawn closer to him. "so bad i feel like my head might explode," a small smile cracked onto his lips but you only caught a glimpse before you pressed your lips to his. his lips were soft but desperate, his hands moved to your waist, tugging a little to urge you to move closer, and you did until you were close enough to be sitting on his lap.

you had to retreat to catch your breath but you could feel your face flushed, running a hand through your hair, trailing down to touch your lips. one hand remained on your waist and the other slipped down to land on your thigh, slightly exposed from the bed shorts you were wearing. you didn't think it'd feel quite this good, his lips, his hands, his eyes on you. this was your best friend peter but this was different and it was good.

"how's your head feeling?" you breathed out a laugh, your lips curving upwards into a small smile.

"better," he gave a small nod, mimicking the smile on your lips. "yours?"

"a little dizzy," you admitted, never losing the curve in your lips even when peter's faltered. "in a good way, not a concussion way," you reassured, his features relaxed slightly at this confirmation, quietening his mind.

he leaned forward just a touch, your bodies still pretty entangled, his forehead leaning against yours and letting himself sit there with you for a minute or two. "listen, there's something else i should probably tell you before we do this.."

you retracted ever so slightly, remaining close to him still. you nodded gently, "what is it?"

"ok, remember you said earlier that spider-man reminded you of me?" you nodded again, eyebrows tugged together in thought. you just kissed him and he's thinking about spider-man? "well that would be because i am spider-man."

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Obey Me! Lucifer's & Mammon's reaction to: Mc & the strange noise.

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Imagine Mc is up late at night doing whatever. Mc hears a really strange noise, so they pull out their D.D.D and text the HoL group chat. "Hey did you guys hear that noise??" Mc waits a few minutes after hearing the noise a second time, Mc decides to message the group chat again. "Helllloooo?? Guys??" Mc sits in their room anxiously waiting for at least one of the brothers to respond. Why were they not responding? What could the noise be? What if its something bad? The longer Mc waits the more anxious Mc gets. When Mc hears the noise for a third time they decide they'll deal with the noise themselves. Mc sends one last message to the group chat "Fine ignore me, I'll go check out the noise myself." With the message sent Mc goes to leave their room. With an uneasy feeling Mc decides they need a weapon, they either grab one or decide to get one along the way. The brothers arent answering better safe than sorry right? Mc finally heads out into the dark hallways of HoL, in search of finding the source of the noise. What will happen next??

Lucifer

Mc had been up late studying for incoming exams, when they heard the noise. Mc didnt have a weapon in their room so they ventured into the dark halls unarmed, besides their D.D.D which they were using for a flashlight. It's late, no lights were on in the house because everyone was supposed to be sleeping. Mc heads down the dark hallway in HoL, heading for the area the sound had been coming from. It sounded like sound was coming from down the hallway. Mc slowly creeps down the hall using their D.D.D to guide themselves through the dark. Mc grips their D.D.D tightly out of fear and worry. What if they found something bad?

Mc's heart pounds in their chest as they hear the sound occur again, if they take a few more steps and turn the corner they should be able to see whats making the sound. With a deep breath and pumping adrenalin Mc takes the steps forwards and whips around the corner, fearfully shining their D.D.D flashlight at the noise. Mc lets out a relieved laugh at the sight they find. Its nothing bad it just seems one of the cats Satan brought home got out of his room and decided to play with a discarded shoe. One of the brothers probably left it in the hallway. Freaking yourself out over nothing Mc! Mc shakes their head and laughs quietly but freezes when they hear something behind them.

(This is meant to be read as if its happening at the same time as that ^^ its basically Lucifer's POV) Lucifer had been working late on paperwork. As usual. When he finally took a break to stretch for five seconds he decided to check his D.D.D which he had put on do not disturb, in hopes to focus on work. When Lucifer saw the texts MC had sent to the group chat he immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What was Mc doing up this late? What noise was Mc talking about? He hadnt heard anything, you're old Luci but he had been focused on paperwork. He probably drowned any noise and disturbances out. Lucifer nods to himself, as if encouraging himself to do as he planned to do. Lucifer stands from his desk and walks out of his office. His human shouldn't be checking out strange noises on their own.

Lucifer walks through the HoL with purpose in his step. He keeps his steps quiet but determined, keeping his ears and eyes peeled for anything odd. I feel like demons can see in the dark, so he didnt need a light, even though old man needs glasses. Lucifer headed towards Mc's room, hoping they hadn't strayed far from their room. As he walks down the dark hallway towards Mc's room he listens hoping to find where they went. Finally he hears what seems to be Mc's footsteps and heads in the direction of the sound. The footsteps come to a stop and as Lucifer approaches he notices light. Upon closer inspection he can tell its Mc, and that their using their D.D.D to see around in the dark. Lucifer approaches Mc from behind, he had no intention to startle them. He just intended to check on them and the sound they supposedly heard. Lucifer walks behind them stops, theres a little space but not much between them, to capture Mc's attention he clears his throat.

(Back to Mc's POV, sorry if this is confusing!) Mc only freezes for a second, pumped up on adrenalin and fear they panic. Mc is suddenly whipping around and swinging blindly at the noise, using the hand holding their D.D.D so they'd do more damage. The D.D.D and Mc's hand make contact with Lucifer's arm, on the side a little below his shoulder. Mc yelps in suprise when their hand actually makes contact with something. Mc's D.D.D flashlight shines on Lucifer showing Mc who they just hit. Mc immediately panics again and is scrambling out apologizes, while trying to soothe the pain on his arm with gentle touches. Lucifer's crimson eyes bore into Mc's panicked eyes. Lucifer has his usual stoic appearance, making Mc panic and worry more thinking he's about to lecture or punish them. Mc's panic turns into confused panic when Lucifer's laughter rings out in the mostly dark hallway. Lucifers laughter seems to bounce off the walls and echo back to where the two are standing. Mc had been staring at their feet with a flushed face embarssed that they hit Lucifer to begin with, but his laughter almost felt humiliating. When Mc finally gains the corage to look at Lucifers face their suprised to see what appears to be a proud smile on his face.

"Here I was worried my human couldn't handle their own & here you are proving me wrong!" Lucifer says with the same proud smile. He sounds teasing or mocking when he says it but he is also raidating with pride. He's just proud his Mc can defend themselves! Of course while he's around they will never have a need to, he can protect them. He's still proud nonetheless.

After endless apologies from Mc and endless teasing from Lucifer the two of them finally head off to sleep. Lucifer convinced Mc to sleep in his room with him, and Mc managed to keep Luci from seeing the cat that made the noise to begin with. Mc and Lucifer snuggle up in his bed, Lucifer kisses Mc's forehead when Mc tells him 'goodnight & to sleep well' with a teasing smirk Lucifer tells Mc- "Of course I'll sleep well I have my brave human to protect me if anything happens." He just had to tease Mc one more time before they drifted off to dreamland. Lucifer stayed up making sure Mc fell asleep before him. Moving Mc's hair out of the way, Lucifer kisses Mc's forehead one last time "I promise to always protect you my dear, you're to important to me to lose" although its mummbled under his breath and Mc's to far in dreamland to hear it, his words are spoke from deep within his heart. Lucifer pulls Mc's sleeping body closer to him, snuggling closer to them he finally closes his eyes and lets sleep take over. He could sleep peacefully knowing his human was safely tucked in his arms.

Mammon

Mc couldn't sleep so they were up late mindlessly scrolling on Devilgram, when they heard the strange noise. Mc glanced around their room for a weapon, when they didnt see one they shrugged and decided they would find a weapon when they needed one. Mc turns on their D.D.D flashlight and head into the dark hallway. It sounded like the strange noise came from the living room so Mc starts to head that way. When Mc is creeping nervously down the hall towards the living room their D.D.D dies, Mc curses as they watch the D.D.D power down, causing the flashlight to turn off, leaving them in the pitch black hallway. Thankful Mc knows HoL's layout well enough to clumsily walk through the dark hallway towards the living room, trying to not trip and fall unsuccessfully. Mc tucks their dead D.D.D into their pocket, deaming it useless since it was dead, Mc reluctantly continues to travel towards the living room through the dark.

Mc tries to stay calm and not overthink or freak out as they travel through the dark halls of HoL. What could the strange sound have been? Why'd their D.D.D have to die? What if somethings creeping in the dark? Mc doesn't hear any sounds when they finally reach the living room. The silence makes them feel uneasy. They only have a few bumps and bruises from falling and tripping over themselves in the dark. Mc sighs and trys to calm their heart, which hasnt stopped slamming against their chest since they ended up in the pitch darkness. Mc immediately reaches for the living room light, just for their hand to come in contact with someone else's hand!

(This is meant to be read as if its happening at the same time as that ^^ its basically Mammon's POV) Mammon had just got home, he had been doing errands for the witches. His D.D.D was dead, and he was exhausted. When he went to go to his room he heard a noise in the hallway by the living room. It was Mc tripping in the dark. Mammon reluctantly went to check it out. Bby is such a scaredy cat. What if its something dangerous? And he didn't check it out and Mc gets hurt?!?! Nope not on his watch he's The Great Mammon! Mammon sneaks towards the living room, yes I said I think demons can see in the dark, but its not like the best vision it gets them by but lights are preferred and instinctively reaches to turn on the light. There's someones hand there!!!!!! Mammon immediately screeches like a bitch banshee, the person whos hand touched his also screeches. As soon as the screaming stops Mammon feels a firm slap to the jaw area, Mc missed because its still dark. They never turned on the lights due to being frightened. Mammon immediately starts flipping out and yelling. "O-Oi! Who dares slap The Great Mammon?!?!?"

(Back to Mc's POV or whateves) As soon as Mc hears the voice of the person they're immediately apologizing. Mammon seemingly recognizes MC as well because he says- "Mc?!?! What're yah' doing slapping people after scarying them half to death?!?!? Why're yah' walking round in the dark like a weirdo???" While Mc explains what they are doing and apologizes to Mammon some more, Mc finally turns on the living room light, but as Mc turns on the light they hear the noise again. They both turn to see a cat sitting on the coffee table in the living room. Theres items knocked off the table beneath the cat and as if to prove it did it the cat knocks something off as Mc and Mammon watch.

When Satan comes flying past them to snatch the cat and take it back to his room their both not suprised. As Satan runs past them with the cat in his arms, he threatens them saying if they tell Lucifer yada yada. Mammon and Mc weren't actually listening, instead they were trying not to laugh. As soon as Satan was out of sight they both busted out laughing. They laugh so hard that they're leaning against each other trying to not laugh cry or fall to the floor. Once they both calm down, Mammon drags Mc off to his room with him. As they go to Mammon's room they see an angry Lucifer arguing with an equally angry Satan, Satan is still holdimg the cat. They both sneak past and by the time they make it to Mammon's room they're already laughing again.

As the two calm down and get ready to cuddle up in Mammons bed for the night, Mc can't help but poke fun at Mammon for freaking out and being scared in the first place. "W-what?? The Great Mammon Doesn't get scared!! The screaming was a defense mechanism meant to distract you!!" Mammon is blushing and avoiding eye contact- "B-Besides you should be glad The Great Mammon was there to protect yah'!! It could have been something dangerous!! Stupid human." Mammon may sound angry but thats what he wants Mc to think. Really Mammon was scared, but he would have gladly protected Mc anyways. Scared or not he won't let anything happen to his human. And hey if Mc happens to slap him again he doesn't think it'd be so bad!

Mammon and Mc finally cuddle up in his bed. Once the lights are out and Mammon knows Mc can't see his face, Mammon admits- "I only went to check out the noise....because I thought 'what if its something dangerous and something happens to Mc' ...i didn't want anything happening to yah'" Mammon barely speaks above a whisper, but in the quiet of the night Mc can hear him. Mc snuggles closer to Mammon, kissing all over his face and thanking him for being their hero. Mammon burries his face in the crook of Mc's neck, and Mc pets his hair until he falls asleep. Mc eventually falls asleep themselves, but after kissing Mammon's forehead and apologizing for slapping him one more time.

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thunder and lightning

Summary: You're trying to study for your O-chem exam when a storm knocks the power out, and your skittish girlfriend needs comfort.

Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: light swearing Pairing: Enid Sinclair x Reader

The heavens had opened up to unleash a flood. Lightning lit up the sky and occasionally your room, which was lit with candles due to the power outage. The flashes were quickly chased by thunder that roared so loud you could hear the vials on your shelves shake. On any other night you would have loved it, might have even sat out on the porch to watch and listen.

But you very much needed it to not be storming at the moment.

You had an exam to prepare for. A very important exam that was going to be the deciding factor for if you would need to take O-Chem again. How could you be expected to study for it when your candles were burning out and you still had four more chapters to go over.

Another flash of lightning lit up the room, almost taunting your lack of adequate lighting.

"Thanks a lot," you mumbled as you looked out the window into the pouring rain. "A load of help you are."

Thunder quickly followed.

"Dickhead," you mumbled again.

You were digging in your drawer for another candle when you heard frantic knocking on the door. Your roommate was gonna be at a frat party all night so you hadn't been expecting any company. But you were nothing if not curious, so you abandoned the candle search and opened your door.

And there stood sweet Enid, pulling her jacket tight around her shoulders and shivering as if she had been stuck in the cold.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" You asked as you ushered her in, giving her a quick kiss on the corner of her mouth when she passed.

"You know I hate storms," she whined, "and Willa kicked me out."

"I fear your roommate a healthy amount," you said as you locked the door, "but I'm gonna respectfully kick her ass."

"I don't blame her," Enid said softly. You could see her shoulders shaking under her jacket. "I did try to crawl under her shirt when I heard thunder."

"You did?" You asked, freezing in your movements to grab her a blanket.

"It's scary, okay?" Enid pouted with another audible whine. You hadn't been around many werewolves - or any werewolves - but you found it adorable.

"Need some comfort?" You asked simply.

She didn't answer, just nodded and ran forward to wrap her arms around your waist. You didn't hesitate to pull her tight, one hand on her back while the other held her head to your chest. Her body was shaking, getting worse when another flash of lightning was followed by thunder. Even though you couldn't exactly hear it, you could feel her whine at the sound. If her tail had been it, you had no doubt it would be tucked between her legs.

"As much as I love you," you said softly with a kiss to the top of her head, "and I would love to cuddle," another kiss, "I still have to study."

"You're gonna leave me?" She asked, her voice muffled by the fact her face was still shoved into your chest.

"I only have an hour or so of candlelight left," you said. But when you looked at the candles, you sighed. An hour was a stretch.

“You’re gonna leave me for an hour?” Enid whined again, pulling back just enough to look up at you with watery eyes.

“I’m not leaving you.” You did your best not to laugh at her. Okay, you wouldn’t laugh at her, you would laugh with her. “I’ll just be at my desk.”

“And where will I be?” She asked.

Just then, as if on cue, a crack of thunder shook everything in the room. You heard a bark - a yip, if you will - come from Enid before she darted closer, immediately crawling under your shirt. Her hair tickled on your stomach and you had to fight the laughter bubbling up in your throat when her fingers grazed your side.

“Enid,” you called out, finally laughing when her breath tickled your neck. “You can’t fit in my shirt.”

She didn’t say anything, just pulled you tighter. Her entire body was shaking and her little whimpers were starting to make you sad. The poor thing. She truly was like a puppy; scared of storms and needing that comfort. Part of you wanted to push her away because you shouldn’t give them attention, it would encourage them to seek it during the next storm.

But Enid wasn’t a puppy, she was your girlfriend. A furry girlfriend, sure, but that didn’t change anything. She was your girlfriend, and she was terrified of the storm, and she needed you to comfort her. So you wrapped your arms around her and held her close.

“I guess I can study like this,” you mumbled, shuffling you both over to the desk to grab your textbook.

“Yes you can,” Enid replied from within your shirt. You felt her lips press against your collarbone in a soft kiss.

“You’re a brat,” you mumbled, but awkwardly bent your neck to kiss the top of her head that was slowly starting to poke out from the collar of your shirt. 

She was going to stretch it out. Maybe she should just keep it.

You managed to grab your things and toss them onto your bed before realising you still had to get up onto the top bunk. Which would be impossible with the little leech that was still under your shirt. You didn’t have her werewolf strength - or any strength, for that matter - so you couldn’t just carry her. But heaven help you if you tried to push her away for the moment.

Wait.

Enid whined again when you grabbed the hem of your now irreversibly stretched out shirt. You pulled it over Enid and yourself, quickly just pulling it off completely. Her shaking increased, but you leaned down to hook your arms under the back of her thighs. Thankfully she took the hint and jumped up, her legs quickly wrapping around your waist while her arms wrapped around your neck.

It was a miracle you managed to climb up to your bunk. You wouldn’t necessarily consider yourself weak, but - and you would never tell Enid this - werewolves were heavy as fuck. Like, she was just dense, stocky, a giant wolf’s worth of weight packed into one tiny human girl’s body. So you were pretty proud of yourself when you sat on your bed, Enid clinging tight like a baby monkey.

God, you loved her.

“Are you really not going to pay attention to me?” Enid asked when you were only five minutes into studying.

“Enid, my love, I have to study,” you huffed. “I am not taking this class again, it was hell the first time.”

“But you have to pay attention to me,” Enid whined, “I’m scared.”

To emphasise her point again, thunder rumbled immediately after.

“Baby please,” you said with a chaste kiss on her lips, “just two more chapters.”

“Your degree is ruining everything,” Enid grumbled, throwing herself back into your lap. As if she had ever left in the first place.

“Well, I am a student,” you said quietly, knowing she wasn’t paying attention.

Her fingers traced patterns on your shoulders, your back, your arms, every inch of skin she could find. Your arms instinctively wrapped tighter around her when you saw the lightning, preparing for the thunder. She would shake and whine and maybe bark a little if it was extra loud, but then would quickly settle back into your lap again.

“Please be done,” Enid mumbled into your neck when you turned the page of your notebook.

You closed your tired eyes and sighed deeply. Maybe she was right. It was late as hell, the storm had finally settled to little more than the occasional rumble, and if you didn’t know the material by now then you never would. Without a verbal answer, you closed your books and tossed them to the bottom of the bed.

Enid practically purred when you pulled the both of you down to the bed and your arms wrapped around her. She turned around so her back was pressed to your front and snuggled in for the long haul.

“Good night, baby,” you whispered, leaving a lingering kiss on her temple.

“Mmm good night,” she mumbled back with another attempt to get closer.

God, you loved her.

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A babysitter, a favour and a Desk

Summary: You used to babysit Alexis 4 years ago but left to focus on your studies. You're now 19, and a simple favour turned into the fantasy you'd dreamt about nightly all those years ago

Warnings: age gap, reader is 19, piv, unprotected sex, babysitter, desk sex, rough, slightly possessive (poorly written by an amateur writer), minors dni

Word count: 1905

Fandom: Castle

Pairing: Castle x former babysitter!reader

Did you plan for this to happen? No. But you’d be lying if the thought hadn’t crossed you mind once… or a thousand times. But back then, it was just a schoolgirl crush on your boss.

For two years, you babysat his daughter, Alexis, but when your exams started and you began to feel the exhaustion from having too many things piled up on your plate, you had to leave. You still keep in touch with Alexis, often she’d send you a question she was stuck on, or you’d video chat and help her with her homework, but Alexis is a smart girl, you don’t actually believe she needs help but just wanted to talk to you.

You didn’t mind at all. In fact, you looked forward to hearing her voice, seeing her face. She was growing up so fast. She was no longer that little girl you used to take to ballet classes and ice cream parlors.

You hadn't seen him for 4 years when Alexis called you and asked you to stay with her whilst he left the state for a case. You were happy to, of course. And he was more at ease, knowing that his daughter was going to be with someone he had trusted for a long time.

The last time you saw him, he was just a father figure, but now... you couldn't help but notice how good he looked.

The moment he stepped into the room, the air seemed to shift. There was an electricity between you two, and it became more noticeable when he wrapped you in a hug. You could feel his body pressed against yours, and his familiar scent made you shiver.

As he pulled away, he looked you up and down, taking in your appearance. You could see the heat building in his eyes, and you felt a blush creep up your neck. "You've grown up so much, [Y/N]," he whispered, his voice rough and low.

"You look the same," you replied with a nervous, breathy laugh. "Just as good." He smiled down at you, his blue eyes sparkling. You could feel the heat between your legs growing more intense by the second. "How long will you be gone?" you asked, trying to break the tension.

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "A few days, maybe. It all depends on how long it takes to crack this case." You nodded, "The card for food and other necessities is in the draw in my study, don't let my mother use it, she doesn't know the meaning of the word necessities,"

"Got it,"

And with that he left. You spent the next few days alone with Alexis, just like old times. You cooked together, watched movies, did each other's hair, and even painted your toenails. It felt so comfortable and natural being there, like you'd never left.

But a couple of days later you heard a noise coming from down the hall. You knew it wasn't Alexis, she was asleep, and Martha had a "date”.

You didn't expect to find him sitting in his study with his laptop on his lap. He looked up as you walked in, his eyes meeting yours. "Hey, [Y/N]," he said, his voice gruff from exhaustion. "I didn't think I'd see you until morning."

"I didn't know it was you," you said, trying to steady your breath. "I just came to... to check on the noise."

Your eyes unwillingly made their way to his desk, which was the object of many of your fantasies over the years. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel his strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto his lap. The thought made your heart race.

He looked at you for a moment. Shit! Had he caught you? Did he know what you were thinking about? Was it obvious? Perhaps it was. Your legs were clenched together to get any kind of friction you could.

He noticed and he wants to help you with that. He stands up and walk towards you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. He reaches out to cup your face in his hands, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. "Is there something you need, baby?" he whispers, his voice husky and low.

You feel a shiver run down your spine at the contact. "I-I'm fine," you stammer.

He smirks, "Liar." Then, before you can react, he leans forward and presses his lips against yours. The kiss is soft at first, just a gentle brush of his lips against yours. But as you respond, it deepens, becoming more urgent and demanding. His hands slide down your back, pulling your body flush against his.

You moan into the kiss, arching your back as you feel his hard length pressing against your stomach. You run your hands through his hair, gripping the soft strands as he explores your mouth with his tongue. You can feel the heat rising between your legs, and you're so wet you can barely stand it.

He breaks the kiss, he notices when your eyes trail towards the desk again, your bottom lip sucked between your teeth as you breathe heavily. He smirks and pulls you with him, guiding you to the desk. He lifts you to sit on it, parting your legs so he can stand in between them, his hard length pressing against your center. His hands slide up under your paper-thin shirt. His rough fingertips graze across your silky-smooth skin as they trail upwards, towards your covered breasts. You arch your back, offering yourself more to him. He leans down, kisses your neck, your collarbone, before cupping your breasts in his hands.

cupping your breasts, massaging them through your bra. You moan, arching your back, and he takes that as an invitation, kissing and nipping at your neck as he works at unbuttoning your pajama pants.

You feel his fingers slide along the band of your underwear, and then his warm breath on the bare skin of your thigh. He looks up at you, waiting for your permission, and you nod eagerly, unable to form any words. His fingers slip beneath the lace, sliding over your slick folds as he finds your clit. He circles it slowly, teasing you, making you moan and writhe against his touch.

With his other hand, he reaches up to unfasten the buttons of your pajama top, revealing your bare chest to the cool air. His fingers graze across your hardened nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. He leans in, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking gently, rolling his tongue over the peak.

You can't focus on anything but the feel of his lips and tongue as he works his finger in tandem with his thumb, teasing your clit. Your hips buck up against his hand, seeking more contact. He watches you, eyes dark with desire, as you arch your back and cry out, your body tensing.

"God, you feel so tight," he whispers, kissing your neck before moving down to suck on your collarbone. His fingers continue to work, pushing inside you as you begin to lose control. The tension coiling in your belly threatens to snap free at any moment. You can feel it building, building, building.

He leans in, taking your other nipple between his teeth and biting down softly. The pain-tinged pleasure shoots through you. You cry out, arching your back as your first orgasm of the night crashes over you. Your muscles contract, your body spasms, and you writhe against his hand, his fingers still buried deep inside you.

He watches you, his eyes dark with lust as you ride out the wave of your orgasm. He continues to stroke you, his thumb circling your clit until you're spent and gasping for air. He pulls his fingers out of you and gently pushes you back onto the desk, your legs still spread wide.

His lips trail down your chest, over your stomach, and to your navel, where he licks and sucks gently.

"Rich…" You moan, arching into his touch. He pulls your pants down just enough to free his hard length from them, and then guides it to your entrance. Still wet from your orgasm, he slides easily inside you. He groans at the feeling that engulfs him, his hips bucking forward as he sinks deeper.

His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he begins to move, thrusting in and out of you.

As if you were being pulled to the heavens, your chest rises from the desk, your eyes roll back as his cock brushes that spot inside you.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and gasps and his deep, sexy groans. You can feel him deep inside you, his length stretching you, filling you up.

You feel the tightening deep within, the coil of pleasure building, once more. He holds you close, his lips finding your ear, your neck, your cheek, his words hot against your skin. "God, you feel so good," he whispers, his hips still moving, keeping him deep inside you as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

But apparently, he wasn't done with you yet. He begins to pound into you harder, faster. You're sprawled on the desk, his hands on your thighs in a bruising grip as he pulls your body roughly into his. Your cries of pleasure mix with the pain of the grip, filling the room. He doesn't slow down after your next orgasm. He just relentlessly pounds into you, like he's trying to make up for lost time. Like he's just using you for his own pleasure, your body nothing more than an object to be conquered.

You're not sure if you hate him or love him for it. The way he takes you, the force with which he moves, it's almost painful but in the best possible way. His breath is hot and ragged against your neck, his hands gripping you so tightly it hurts, but you don't want him to stop.

He slows but only to turn you over. Your face now roughly pressed against the desk. He wastes no time re-entering your wet entrance. His hips slam into you with newfound force. Your cries muffled by the wooden surface. He thrusts deep, hitting your spot with every stroke. The edge of the desk strokes your clit with every thrust of his hips, maximizing the pleasure coursing through you.

The desk creaks beneath your weight as he uses it to brace himself, his other hand fisting in your hair, holding you still for his enjoyment. You feel so exposed, so owned, but you can't help but love it. He growls, his breath hot against your ear as he reaches climax, thrusting hard and deep one final time.

His weight comes down on top of you, pinning you to the desk as his hips stutter and shudder with the force of his orgasm. You feel him, feel everything as he empties himself into you, as if he's pouring his very soul out through his cock. You can feel the heat of him, the strength of him, the power he has over you. You can feel his erection soften inside you, but he doesn't move, doesn't pull out. He just lays there, his body still connected to yours, his breath mingling with yours.

@mariechristine00 I'm sorry 😅

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libraries and abs | sirius black

pairing: sirius black x reader

genre: fluff, established relationships, crack, humor, not proofread

wc: 1.7k

originally posted on wattpad

if you were to tell sirius black that one day he would be sat in a corner of the library, tutoring his girlfriend he would laugh his head off and tell you how much of a comedian you were —and yet, here he sat, in front of his (in her own self described words) dumbass of a girlfriend as he taught her all the lessons hogwarts offered.

she had barely passed her assignments, and if sirius hadn't dragged her to where they were now, sternly sat her down and began explaining all the secrets behind every magical thing she might just fail her NEWTs. but sirius was determined, no (permanent) girlfriend of his will fail her NEWTs. he will make sure that she passes the exams with flying colors if it was the last thing he did.

"this is useless! it's all going through one ear and out the other. i'm going to fail, sirius."

they were barely thirty minutes into their studies when she started whining, wanting to give up. there was just so much to be read, so many words, so many letters and they weren't as interesting as any fiction books she could've been reading as of now.

"just let me wallow in self-pity while i'm ahead."

sirius was persistent, ignoring any complains that she had made. he understood why she thought they were so many letters because good godric, there was just so many fucking words. but he was one of the brightest students for a reason, he knew the lessons through and through —despite him barely paying attention in the classes— he knew what the lesson entails and how to explain it in a way that she would understand.

"c'mon darling, just ten more minutes and we can head off to the kitchens for a little break," sirius lied through his tongue, ten minutes will turn into twenty and twenty will turn into however long it takes to guarantee her passing grades.

"love," he sighed exasperatedly, almost pleading with his words, "i talked to someone and they said this showed up on their NEWTs which means there's a chance that it will show up in ours."

this was such a far fetch thing for him to do, it was more of a remus lupin thing —or james potter even, maybe regulus black if you will, but it was certainly not a sirius black thing. the things he did for her.

"i think i know enough to get me to pass, sirius." studying had never been something she was fond of, it was either too many letters or too many numbers —or too many letters in a lessons about numbers.

it was just all so frustrating and all she wanted to do was curl up in her dorm and read about some loving relationship where the boyfriend doesn't force their girlfriend to study as if he had been the type to study at all.

"how about we go back to the dorms then?" sirius suggested, it was like he could read her mind really. she perked up at the idea, liking the thought of cuddling with sirius and joking with his best mates but before she could get even more excited, sirius quickly shot down the idea. "we can have a fifteen minutes break before we go back to studying but this time i will be asking you questions."

"if you get the answers right you get a reward."

she thought about it for a second, she could do with not getting any rewards if it meant she was able to be laying in bed. "what's the reward?"

sirius pursed his lips, a tale tell sign that he was racking his brain for an idea. finally, he answered in a questioning tone. "how does me stripping sound."

•••

"wow," sirius said with genuine surprise, leaning down to touch his ankles. "you actually got it right, i knew you could do it pretty girl."

he slipped his left sock off and tossed it towards the laundry pile before raising himself back up to look at her. there was a pout on her lips and sirius couldn't help but chuckle at it, knowing the exact reason behind it.

he had been firing questions at her for the last twenty minutes and once she finally answered a question correctly, he only took off his sock? seriously?

the only motivation she had to even be trying to answer his questions was that, he, as in the notoriously, effortlessly graceful and handsome sirius black —who also happened to be her boyfriend— would take off his shirt (or pants) so she could ogle at him, but all he took off was a sock. honestly.

"i'll give you a sickle if you make the next one easy," she said, while she rummaged through her bag, trying to find where she'd place her loose change, "then another one if you take off your shirt when i get it right."

"and have you see my beautiful abs at the low low price of a sickle?" he asked incredulously, "honestly woman, what do you take me as, your boyfriend or a hot bod walking around for your entertainment?"

"you're not a hot bod walking around solely for my entertainment?"

sirius' jaw dropped, a look of offense on his face and frowned; the kind that had her biting her lips in an attempt to hide her smile. his bottom lip was slightly jutted out flatteringly, his eyes pathetically wide that reminded her nothing short of a puppy.

"do you not love me?" and then he added with full flares of dramatics. "am i just good looks to you?"

"yes," she answered quickly, jumping on the opportunity at distracting him with banter rather than studying, "it's always been about your looks."

"and frankly, i find it quite rude that you use your sex appeal against me."

"how am i exactly using my sex appeal against you, my love?" he asked, amusing her. sirius got up from his seat at his desk and moved towards where she laid on his bed. "please do go into details."

she hesitated, feeling her breath quicken as he leaned over her. noticing the slight shift in her posture, face growing rigid underneath his gaze, sirius smiled tauntingly. merlin, he loved the effect he still had on her despite the long amount of time they'd been together. "are you nervous, doll?"

doll? that was certainly a new one. with a sly nod of her head, sirius' grin widened. "why's is that?"

why is she nervous? HAS HE SEEN HIMSELF?

"i have actually," sirius snorted, grey eyes twinkling with a sort of mischief. "i put all my effort to look like this for you. i'm all yours, darling."

"you know, if it weren't for the fact that you're only wearing one sock, all my clothes would be off right now."

at that sirius chuckled, his head thrown backwards, overgrown curls brushing behind his shoulders. once he finally gathered himself, sirius smiled sweetly at her, pressing a chaste kiss on her lips before pulling back. "almost forgot why i'm one sock down in the first place."

"now back to where we were." sirius sat up, reaching for the book on his desk. he let out a low laugh at her desperate groans, not wanting to spend a single more minute studying. "i'll be kind to you, princess. this one is easy."

"okay," she murmured reluctantly, maybe easy meant he would take his shirt off (or his pants), "shoot."

"what are the— get your nasty paws off of me, woman!" sirius exclaimed, a look of horror on his face as he smacked her prying hands away from his sweats, "try to keep it in your pants will you?"

"you want me to keep my hands in my pants?" she asked, giggling slightly at the unintentional rhyme.

"no, that's not— you're distracting me again, you minx," he grumbled, "stop it! i need to get your grades up! i can't let our kids be stupid because of you."

"kids?" she repeated questioningly, watching as his face flushed up at the realization of his own words. "what makes you think i want to have babies with you?"

"you quite literally tried to rip my pants off, i'm sorry if i jumped into any conclusions," he quipped, ears still tinged red from embarrassment. it was endearing really, knowing that the famous smooth talker, sirius black, was flustered by her. "can we go back to what we were doing please?"

"and what were we doing, sirius?"

"trying to prevent you from not getting a job."

"what if i don't want a job?"

"nobody wants a job," sirius stated, "but they get one anyways so they wouldn't have to live off of the streets."

"you're from the black family." she pointed out the obvious. "aren't you guys rich? can't i just be your trophy wife or a sugar baby? i can do both."

"wow," sirius blew out, "you want me for my good looks and my money, what else? you're only dating me because you want to get with my father?"

"i mean . . ." she trailed off, watching as sirius grey eyes grow wide, "you are half your father which means you got your good looks from him. if i had been going out with you just to end up with your father —and the keyword is if— then i would get the money and good looks directly from the source."

"you disgust me, [f/name]."

"i do?" at his aggressive nods, she smiled. "then why are you holding my hand?"

"i have my reasons," sirius said sternly before going back to the book on his lap.

—from bee: BOYFRIEND SIRIUS IS MY LOVEEEEE!!

[mayasaurusss]

I've been thinking about transmasc!shauna :(((

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A/N: Hi 💗anon! I'm so so sorry I took this long to make this but i was conflicted on two ideas I got, since i didn't know if you wanted a sfw or nsfw headcanon/blurbs or a oneshot so, since I'm so cool and amazing, I did both! So, expect a Transmasc!Shaun oneshot (with a little twist ;) ), to come out in a few days.

Warnings: sfw, short and maybe kinda rushed, ooc Shaun, he is a clumsy and embarrassed boy, he is taller than us here because I said so, beginning of a relationship.

ANON! If you wanted general transmasc Shauna blurbs with more details about you, him and his journey with transition, ask away! I'd be more than happy to do them! I'm sorry if this isn't what you expected, I wasn't completely sure about how to do this but I tried my best!

Shaun who would fall in love with you the first time he sees you reading 'Pride and prejudice' on a bench outside of school.

He is totally smitten with you. He definitely told Jackie right away about his little crush and she, like the best friend she is, made a detailed plan on how to get your attention. And, since Jackie has befriended you -came to your desk after you had just moved schools and, oh so casually asked to be your friend- at the start of the school year (Shaun thinks:"What? She hasn't told me?" with an annoyed look on his face), this could flow all more smoothly.

This detailed plan consists of: Jackie approaching you after class with the intent of asking you to hang out after school, Shaun barging in the conversation asking Jackie something about helping him with literature studies -which Jackie knows is your favorite subject ever in your course-, excusing herself from his demands and asking you to aid her friend. It's perfect, Jackie thinks, Shaun feels this is too much but who is he to complain? Everything goes smoothly till, when he has to act his part in the plan, Shaun accidentally trips on thin air and falls, the contents of his backpack spilling all over the ground and the remains of his coffee staining his papers and shirt.

He is silent, his cheeks getting red with embarrassment. Both him, Jackie and you do not move for a moment, until the first one to move is you. You neatly pick up the papers and books that have fallen near you, meeting his eyes and looking at him with worry, "Are you ok?". His lips feel dry and his blood pressure rises causing him to redden even more than before "U-u-hh I... I am okay...", he feels like he is going to melt on the spot.

When he gets up, you have already helped him with all of his belongings, Jackie hadn't moved at all from her spot, too embarrassed (even if she hadn't been the one to be utterly humiliated in front of her crush). You try to lighten up the situation, joking about it all, Shaun laughs with you but he is in discomfort: the only chance he had to be the 'cool mysterious guy' blew off of his face, leaving a clumsy and stupid version of himself to the girl in front of him. You, on the other hand, don't think of him in that way: sure it was a bit embarrassing, and also funny, but he must've felt really embarrassed so you don't think about it too much.

Sometime passes, Shaun for the first days after closes himself in his room, remembering it all and changing inside his mind what happened. Jackie tries to call him, but he is unreachable; everything is starting to get ridiculous so Jackie rings the bell of Shaun's house and finds before her, her friend emotionally destroyed. She tries to comfort him, but to no avail; he is also angry at her but he won't mention it, otherwise Jackie would never let him hear the end of it. Much to his surprise, Jackie says that you asked him, "Is he ok? I haven't seen him" and "If he still needs help with the exam, I am here". He is very much red by now, the little hairs at the end of his neck standing up and his eyes watery. "...Really?".

When you meet him again, Shaun is tidy, he wears one of his flannel shirts and gray jeans, he has shaved the uneven peach fuzz that grew on his lips due to testosterone, and has a small red cut on the left side of his lip ("Who knows what she likes?" he tells Jackie while messily shaving himself "And besides I don't want to look like a barbarian!" says while unnoticing the small cut that he made. "Ah!" Jackie laughs, "Now you look like you've gotten into a fight with a cat!"). He tries to act cool, despite his total lack of knowledge on how to. When he sits down with you for the study session, the common hall is silent and you have to whisper, causing him to get a bit flustered. Your study session is cut short when you guys start to have an actual full-on conversation; unknowingly, you both start to talk and laugh a bit more loudly than normal, causing both of you to be escorted out of the library. Out, you two forgot completely your duties and spent an entire afternoon hanging out and talking. You notice it's starting to become dark, and when you look at the hour you see that you've lost an entire afternoon of study: you apologize profusely to him, and schedule another meeting. He can't complain, he gets to see you more.

For a while, this is your routine: meeting, trying to study, chatting and losing track of time. Until the exam gets close, so you try to help Shaun as much as possible and, with little to no surprise, he passes the exam. You are so proud of him, very much so, but now there is the little problem of how to see him again; he doesn't need your help again after all, maybe he never did. So you stay silent, hoping he will reach out to you. Unknowingly to you, Shaun feels the exact same, staring at his phone on the nightstand and hoping to receive a call. But none of you make the first step, both too afraid of rejection. That is when Jackie steps in, barging into Shaun's home with new, like Cupid, she strikes him with "She wants to see you again, I think she might like you". He is on cloud nine, his heart pumps fast and it looks like he might die of happines on the spot.

He calls, asking you to meet him at the same bench he saw you sitting on the first time. When you come, he is all giddy and blushy, he tries to rub off his tension from his hands. His voice is struck in his throat, he is the first to talk "I think...I would like to see you again, if it's fine..." you would like to kiss him, you think, but you're not sure he would like it at all, so instead you mutter "Sure...I would like that too'' with a smile. Your eyes met and without notice, you locked lips in a kiss. It's passionate, it's relieving, it's months of feelings and desires all in one kiss. You let out a breathy laugh, causing him to laugh in the kiss with you also, his arms hug your waist and you his neck, impossibly close to one another. He sighs, his heart is speeding and he feels a happines so strong that it almost seems pain,"Thank you, thank you, thank you...", he holds you close and strokes your cheeks “Thank you!".

[thatdammchickennugget]

Hey mari :)

I’m not sure if you’re taking requests for barty crouch jr (i’m not even sure if your requests are open at all 😭) but if yes, could i pretty please request dating headcanons with him? Thanks.

Love your works 🩷

hey love, thanks for the request. I have to admit I don't know a lot about Barty, but I did some research. Hope these are okay <3 (also requests are always open, it just takes me a little while to get to them sometimes)

Barty Crouch Jr. x gn!Reader Dating Headcanons

♢ When you first revealed to Barty that you had feelings for him, he was taken aback. He had always been so focused on his studies and his clandestine activities that he hadn't considered the possibility of romance during his school years. However, he didn't push you away. Instead, he listened intently to your confession, his expression unreadable as he processed the information. After a moment of silence, he surprised you by admitting that he had harbored similar feelings but had never dared to act on them.

♢ Despite his initial reservations, Barty threw himself into the relationship with dedication. He approached it with the same meticulous attention to detail that he applied to his studies, determined to be good enough for you.

♢ Barty's protective instincts kicked into overdrive once you officially became a couple. He was constantly vigilant, keeping a watchful eye on you during meals in the Great Hall and walking you to and from classes to ensure your safety. His behavior bordered on possessive at times, but beneath his stern demeanor, you could sense the depth of his affection.

♢ As your relationship progressed, Barty became increasingly attentive to your needs. He took it upon himself to make sure you were always comfortable, offering you his cloak when you were cold and conjuring small trinkets to surprise you with when you least expected it. His gestures were subtle but heartfelt.

♢ Despite his stoic exterior, Barty always had a soft spot for you. Whenever you expressed doubts about yourself or your abilities, he was quick to offer words of encouragement, his voice gentle and reassuring. He made it his mission to bolster your confidence, reminding you of your strengths whenever you faltered.

♢ One of the most endearing aspects of dating Barty was witnessing his unexpected displays of affection, which were only ever aimed towards you. Whether it was a fleeting touch of his hand against yours under the cover of the table in the Great Hall or a whispered declaration of love in the privacy of your dormitory, his expressions of tenderness never failed to leave you breathless.

♢ Barty's love language was acts of service. He would go to great lengths to make your life easier, whether it was brewing calming potions to help you relax during stressful exam periods or transfiguring small gifts to surprise you with.

♢ Barty's sharp intellect and thirst for knowledge made for stimulating conversations. You found yourself engaged in debates about everything from the intricacies of magical theory to the ethical implications of certain spells, relishing the opportunity to challenge each other's perspectives.

♢ Despite his occasional moments of aloofness, Barty was surprisingly romantic. He had a knack for planning elaborate surprises, such as enchanted picnics by the Black Lake or rendezvous in the Astronomy Tower, making you fall for him more with each new adventure.

♢ As your relationship deepened, you couldn't help but be drawn to the complexities of Barty's character. Beneath the facade of the model student lay a tormented soul, grappling with the weight of his family's expectations and his own inner demons. You became his confidante, offering him solace and understanding in moments of vulnerability.

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helping my friend get over their nerves for an upcoming exam on proper techniques when using a speculum on really tight patients... (of course, they'd ask me for help.) we try to keep things as professional as possible, but in a safe and comfortable environment. just the two of us friends, studying together like we always do. they place each of my soft, recently pedicured feet in the makeshift stirrups- making me jump and pull my leg back when they accidentally tickle my foot. we both laugh briefly and move on. they place a bedsheet over my legs for privacy, and awkwardly- yet firmly- reposition my hips low over the table's edge. (which makes me suddenly feels very exposed in front of my friend, but they're so gentle and kind about it.) they put on gloves and, cautiously, almost hesitantly, carefully graze past my thighs and softly pull at my outer labia. letting everything bounce back into place as they inspect different parts of my vulva. my breathing has already changed, but i try to keep calm. they ask if it's ok to begin checking me internally, and i nod affirmatively. they get some lube on one hand and use the other to place on my lower tummy, sliding one finger inside my hole- and for a moment, i swear they had held their breath... they lubricate my opening and slide another finger in, nearly filling my small, tight cunt. i try to focus on staying calm, breathing, meditating, but i notice a slight, subtle, side smile as my friend slides their fingers in and out of my hole- occasionally pressing down on my tummy. they remove their fingers and begin cleaning up... confused, i reassure them it's ok to continue (somewhat missing the feeling of them inside me). they've wiped some of the lube off my vulva and removed their gloves already, placing each hand on my hips as they casually hover over me, asking, "are you sure?" saying i looked a little nervous, their eyes glancing over me as they lean back. i didn't mean to, but i felt my cunt twitch hard with an ache to be touched again, right when they glanced down. (i hoped they hadn't noticed, and kinda wish they did!) they looked off to the side, over study materials, and sat back down in front of me. their hands running over my thighs, hips, and holding at my waist as i watch the top of their head lower under the sheets still covering me. suddenly, i feel their breath on my vulva- quickly followed by their incredibly warm and soft lips, slowly, planting a big kiss on my clit!! (omg. i was so shocked, there's no way i could've stopped my cunt from immediately throbbing hard and clenching in need for more... i've never felt more embarrassed and vulnerable in my life!) i just heard them laugh, holding my thighs firmly in place like a big hug, and then felt their slimy, hot tongue widely licking over my entire vulva. 😵‍💫

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star.

&&. there's nothing better than coming home to your partner, especially after a tiring day.

pairing: lee donghyuck x m!reader

genre: fluffy fluff

warnings: none!

word count: 0.6k

notes: merry christmas everybody 😊!!! i hope your all having a good day and got gifts you liked (and if you didn't it's okay let's cry together), so i made this thing with absolutely nothing but haechan haechan haechan in my mind, take this writing from the shelf of my heart ❤️

when donghyuck comes home, it's quiet.

on most days, that's usually how it goes. y/n's classes almost always end much later than his, expect for on friday's, which, wouldn't you know, is today. so when it's quiet as he enters his shared dorm, and that's what's confusing to me. "y/n?"

no response, donghyuck doesn't push it, because he's tired, and maybe y/n just didn't hear him. so, he takes off his jacket and sets down his stuff, locking the door behind him.

"y/n?" he calls again, louder this time. when he doesn't get an answer again, he starts to get just a little worried. is y/n home? it's friday.

instead of calling his name again, donghyuck walks down the hall, and comes face to face with the closed door of y/n's room. he knocks once, no answer, he knocks twice, no answer again.

donghyuck opens the door, peaking from behind it, and that's when he sees it.

the reason y/n hadn't been answering his calls is because he's sleeping! donghyuck sees him at his desk, computer in front of him, snoring quietly as he lies in his arms. he closes the door softly and steps into the room.

he's sleeping so peacefully, and donghyuck can tell he definitely didn't plan on sleeping because of the way his computer is still open to youtube, he sees his notebook wide open with notes on the page, not even finished.

he was tired from classes all day and decided to take more notes? donghyuck doesn't really know why some of the stuff that goes through his head goes through his head.

he doesn't immediately wake him up, just steps beside him and runs his fingers through his soft hair. y/n just always looks so peaceful whilst sleeping, and donghyuck's not creepy he just finds himself watching his partner sleep a lot, that's all.

"mmh.. hyuck?"

donghyuck smiles, and y/n shakes his head just a little bit, slowly opening his eyes. "hi".

"hi" y/n gives a tired smile.

y/n rubs his eyes, then slowly sits up, looking up at his boyfriend. "how long did i sleep for?" he asks, donghyuck assumes a long time, because he looks much more well rested than he did at the beginning of the week.

"oh i came back just now.. i'm not sure how long you've been sleeping".

"ah" y/n's eyes begin to shift again, and he looks like he's about to go back to sleep. the week has been tiring, full of studying, exams, and pressure to keep up his grades, he's exhausted.

"you work too much" donghyuck tells him, he tucks y/n's hair behind his ear, and he closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his boyfriend's hands playing with his hair.

"you always say that".

"it's true.. look at you" donghyuck whispers, he continues playing with y/n's hair, pretty much coaxing him back into sleep. y/n is getting sleepy all over again, and all thanks to donghyuck just playing with his hair. "my hardworking baby" he giggles, cupping y/n's cheeks.

"okay stop.." he mutters, lightly pushing him away. "if you put me back to sleep i won't be able to sleep at night which i kinda need to do".

"why? it's a friday".

"work tomorrow".

donghyuck just then remembers, and a pout graces his face. y/n recognizes that face, because he sees it every morning when crawling out of bed to go attend his morning shift. "don't give me that look".

y/n, after years of sitting down, contemplating the idea, finally stands up, still tired. he yawns, and looks over at his boyfriend, whose still pouting. "stop".

donghyuck snickers, throwing his arms around his partner. "your always leaving me" he whines, burying his face into his partner's neck.

"let go of me, hyuck!"

"no!"

he indeed, did not let go.

[gyuluttony]

hello i love your fics and neeeeeed!! more yeonjun wg in the world; maybe a freshman 15 (or more ;) ) wg? where yeonjun takes a break from dance classes for a semester or the summer and doesn’t focus on his diet, does even notice anything has changed until his pants are weirdly getting tighter and tighter, maybe eventually he goes back to dance classes kilos heavier and is surprised when he can feel.. his belly? jiggling? that he’s never felt before.. and everyone is noticing their ace has gained some weight

i've been cooking this one quietly because i always love to write yeonjun gaining,,, when he's been my number one ult for like three years. that's usually why i throw him down the gain train for all the txt fics SDFJSDF

so i've been excited for this request and i hope you enjoy it hehe (i'm also lowkey yeonbin trash so don't be surprised if they're the only pair i write for him sDFJSDF)

also an apology because holy shit i kind of go off on a tangent before filling this request properly SDFJSDF

Honeymoon Weight

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, breaking of clothes, unintentional weight gain, and smut. Don't like, don't read.

It was pretty commonplace to receive flowers following a dance recital. When someone had worked their way to the top of the dance team and become the de facto leader as well as ace, most of the flowers were praises for a semester of hard work and just people who had fell for the way that he performed on stage.

His solo on stage had taken the more sensual route so flowers were expected... but what he didn't expect was a single extravagant bouquet from one person. One man who looked like his face was about to explode in flames.

Although, he was fairly certain that he didn't look all that different, covering his face with his hand as he looked away shyly.

"Oh my god, Soobin hyung actually did it." Yeonjun looked at Kai rather flustered who awkwardly started whistling and looking anywhere but their little scene. He could feel the dance team behind him, giggling about it.

"I don't think I've seen Yeonjun oppa that red and we've had some pretty intensive practices this semester."

"Oh, is that the hyung that always comes to pick him up after rehearsals? I thought they were dating."

"Finally. Do you know how long that Yeonjun hyung-" Yeonjun's head turned back to shoot a glare at Beomgyu specifically who put his hands up defensively, an indicator he'd stop talking as he smiled. The little brat seemed to enjoy pointing at Soobin.

Which was fair. Yeonjun hadn't said anything as he looked at the taller man.

"Ah, Soobinnie... thank you so much. I thought you weren't..." They had discussed it earlier. Soobin said he might miss the recital because he had an exam to study for and it was one of the many traits that he loved about the younger man. Even if he was disappointed, he would miss the performance.

He had been so invested he didn't see Soobin enter midway through the performance and he probably would have stumbled on stage seeing that large of a bouquet.

"Hyung, I wouldn't miss it for the world." The coos from behind him were ignored as he felt his face flush a little deeper, "I really like watching you dance... but I also just like you in general."

Yeonjun laughed, the smile splitting his face as he covered it with his hands, "Ah, wait a minute. You can't just ambush me with that after this long." Although, the hands that snaked around his waist and feeling the bump of Soobin's belly pressing against his thin waist made him feel weak.

"I'm serious, hyung. I like you." Yeonjun looked at him in the eyes, seeing the serious intent as his mouth opened, slightly agape before he cupped his cheek with the now free hand and pulled him into a tender kiss.

The choice to ignoring the hollering behind him was strong until Beomgyu told them to get a room and then he was ambushed by the new happy couple.

-

For the first time in his four years at college, he never really took the summer off for the dance team. But, there was a lot of work to be done. Mostly rearranging his apartment with Soobin. Considering the two of them lived together prior to becoming a couple, they wanted to organize it to suit them better now that they were a couple.

Originally, Yeonjun planned to manage both but the conversation was pretty present on his memory. "Hyung~" The sound of Soobin whining filled their space as Yeonjun washed the dishes from their meal. "You can trust your team to be fine while you rearrange everything..."

Drying his hands, the older man walked over, sliding rather naturally onto Soobin's lap, the plush thighs providing a comfy space as his hands cupped his lover's soft cheeks as he was pouting at Yeonjun. A small kiss to him as he looked rather pleased, "Do you want me to take a break that badly? This is going to be my last summer with them... and we're going to have a lot of summers together in the future."

He enjoyed seeing the way that Soobin smiled at the comment before he added, "Well... you're right about both of those but no one is stopping you from helping them after you graduate. But, we only get one first summer together..." Soobin grew a little more shy as he added, his hands resting on Yeonjun's hips, "And... I might have wanted to take you with me when my family goes on a cruise."

Yeonjun's eyes widened. It's not like Soobin's parents didn't know and love him but the family cruise that they went on every year? He usually missed his best friend significantly during that time. "Binnie, are you sure? I know you miss me but I don't want to intrude-"

Soobin looked awkwardly, "They're inviting you... It's not like they didn't know I had a crush on you and they're happy that they can finally get the family of four discount." A laugh come from Yeonjun before he hugged him tighter, hands sinking in a little closer to Soobin's soft body as he felt his lover's hands move to his perky behind.

It'd be a first in terms of not leading his dance team through the summer but Beomgyu should get the hang of it since he was the prospect as the next captain.

The team was rather sad to hear he wasn't going to be helping them for the summer showcase but he promised that he would be there since it was right before classes began again. Beomgyu in particular looked rather excited, "Don't worry, hyung. We're going to do a number that will have you jealous you didn't participate!" The smile from the elder as he ruffled his hair roughly was only widened as cried out for help.

-

Yeonjun lounged around their apartment on the couch as he examined. It didn't take all that long to move everything into place and most of the time that he wasn't at work, he was wondering if he could have just attended the dance practices as usual.

But at the same time, Soobin seemed to have some date planned. He hadn't really pegged the young man as a romantic, but considering they did something almost everyday from the other man's plan, it was hard not to fall deeper in love with him.

The restaurant they first ate out at when Soobin started to attend the same university as him, at home dates where he'd get all of their favourite dishes to share, other date activities like laser tag, mini golf, or just movie nights. They spent a lot more time together considering Yeonjun wasn't spending lots of time in the dance studio these days.

As he walked to Soobin's room, he watched the younger man game before he moved into the space of his chair rather naturally, sitting on his lap. Any creak from the chair was flushed out by the noise of surprise that came from his lover as he smiled. "Was I taking too long? The game is almost done."

Yeonjun shook his head, "I just wanted to sit here." Settling on his thighs, his hands squeezed him teasingly as Soobin sighed into his ear. He saw the mute button pressed in the corner of his monitor as he slid down again, a small whine coming from his boyfriend before he knelt in front of him. "Are you going to stay muted? Don't you have to do call outs or something?" He was getting more familiar with the terms but the kiss on the bulge of his shorts made him twitch as Yeonjun smiled at him.

Soobin looked rather conflicted as he unmuted, sensing the sort of vibe from his boyfriend and began to say some things about what the other team might be doing as he slid down his shorts, the length sort of popping out as Yeonjun glanced at it. Had he gotten smaller? He touched his crotch as Soobin whimpered before apologizing to his friends. It felt softer than it had before. Maybe he'd gotten bigger.

His boyfriend was a victim of the freshman 15 and it was only expedited with how he shamelessly asked his boyfriend for meals during his first year. And Yeonjun was happy to spoil him but he didn't expect him to get bigger. His stomach was already pretty comfortably on his lap but it's not that he didn't mind it. Quite the opposite really. The feeling of his boyfriend's heavier body pressing him into the mattress was one of the highlights of their sex life and he told him in earnest that he didn't need to hold back because he wanted that sort of feeling of being pressed down.

So, knowing he was getting bigger? Yeonjun felt himself twitch in his pants before taking his whole length in his throat. Bobbing back and forth while Soobin tried to talk through it was one of his favourite hobbies when it came to spoiling him. Sinking his hands into plush thighs, he made sure that his lover couldn't move back while he struggled to play.

"Ah, I died!" Soobin seemed to exclaim as Yeonjun smiled before continuing to suck him off, the complaint no longer valid when Soobin knocked his head back, biting his fist to stop from moaning as he struggled to mute himself as he looked at his hyung who continued to service him without a second thought. "Hyung~" The whine was complaining but his gaze was thankful for the act, "That was an important game~"

Yeonjun moved back with a pop, enjoying seeing how his boyfriend shuddered at the sight, "Should I stop then?" Soobin looked at the screen hesitantly while Yeonjun smirked, feeling one hand move to his locks as he moved him closer to his dick again, "N-no. I can do both... please keep going."

He watched Soobin unmute, a little excited with how he seemed to be confident in himself as he moved his hips forward a little, grinding in his spot while Soobin moved forward, the gut hitting his forehead as Yeonjun moaned a bit around his length. Soobin's tone with his friends sounded more out of breath while he continued to suck.

Before long, the game finished as Soobin hurriedly left the call and placed his hands on Yeonjun's face, stroking his cheek. "Hyung, I'm gonna-" It didn't take much longer before he felt his mouth filled as he swallowed it, taking the load perfectly even with the short warning.

They were rather comfortable in their domestic bliss and after Yeonjun brushed his teeth, he asked, "Where did you want to go for dinner today?"

-

Yeonjun collapsed on the bed in a heap as he groaned. He hadn't known that most of the time on cruises, the most that you could do was eat. He wasn't sure if he was looking too hard at him after those cruises before, but now he was sure of it. Soobin usually did get heavier after those sorts of things and it was already showing at how he sort of waddled back to their shared room, almost amused at the state that Yeonjun was in.

"I told you they were good, weren't they?" He looked at his boyfriend's gut which was starting to hang out of the bottom of his shirt. It was hard not to drool but his own stomach didn't seem eager to do anything right now as he sank into the bed.

"Too good. Oh my god, I don't think I can move today." The bed creaked and groaned as Soobin lied down next to him, his gut pressing into his boyfriend before he felt the chubby hands rubbing his stomach as he groaned in relief at the pressure. "Don't stop, Soobinnie. Your hands are like magic..."

A giggle came from his boyfriend as he continued to massage Yeonjun. "Would now be a bad time to tell you that they change their special everyday?" He laughed rather hard seeing his boyfriend snap his head at him.

"We have to go then." The cruise was a month long which meant that he had time to try different things. And that restaurant by far was his favourite.

Soobin's fingers combed through his hair adoringly, "There's still the dessert bar we haven't tried either." He patted Yeonjun's stomach who groaned before he started massaging again.

"If you keep working your hands like that, we can go in an hour or two. It's all-night service, isn't it?"

-

As the cruise made a stop over, Yeonjun was struggling. He had an outfit ready for when they docked but as it turned out, maybe there had been a flaw with the laundry that they were doing because it almost felt like everything was struggling to fit on him.

He felt Soobin come from behind him and press into him. His stomach on his back as Yeonjun looked at him. "I think they messed up my laundry." It invited his boyfriend admiring his figure before he smiled.

"If you're fine with a baggier look, you can just borrow my clothes." It worked out well since Soobin adopted his style since they started living together, so it's not like it was out of his taste anyways. He dressed baggy most of the time anyways, so this was rather comfortable. Plus smelling his boyfriend on the clothes definitely added to his enjoyment of the fact.

"Ah, you're the best, babe. I'll show my thanks later." Yeonjun winked as his boyfriend flushed as if they hadn't done worse at this point.

Although, following this dock, the trend was that Yeonjun just started wearing Soobin's clothes. They both enjoyed how he looked wearing Soobin's clothes and it made them more excited when they got back to the privacy of their room with the way Soobin always seemed to pounce on him. He wasn't ever as lethargic after eating all day like he was on the first week so they were able to do a lot more.

The last night of the cruise specifically stood out. Getting their fill completely and when they made their way back to the room, it was hard to stay off of each other. Yeonjun wearing a button up that completely drowned him since Soobin was a lot bigger than he was as they fell onto the bed.

"Wait, Soobinnie, let me..." He was quieted with a kiss as Soobin stripped, the stretchmarks on his belly an angry red as Yeonjun admired his boyfriend's large figure.

"No, hyung. Let me tonight. You had a lot so I can do more." A chill ran down his spine while he felt Soobin prepare himself, sitting down heavily on Yeonjun's thighs, suffocating in the bed as he guided Soobin closer to kiss him while the sound of him stretching himself out with lube filled the room's sounds.

Despite his boyfriend's own gluttony, he was a lot more mobile compared to Yeonjun who leaned on him while they were leaving the buffet and it showed with how well he rode, almost mirroring the way that Yeonjun was able to do it to him. Grabbing thickened thighs, Yeonjun's head rocked back while his boyfriend's body jiggled with each small movement.

An end to their first summer together with an explosive finish. Yeonjun definitely would have to stick around for the cruise next year.

-

True to his word, the number that Beomgyu organized had him itching to go back into the dance studio and Soobin patted him on the hip as he dropped him off, waving before heading to his classes for the day.

"Welcome back, hyung!" The members of the team seemed rather eager for him to settle, even bringing a cake that they happily snacked on before they began their practice.

Beomgyu in particualr was eyeing him a lot but he didn't really pay it any mind when they began stretching. Simple warm ups to make sure they were ready to dance but the room felt slightly colder as he looked at the rest of his teammates.

Oddly enough, they all sort of avoided eye contact when he looked at them before they switched positions. Halfway through, Yeonjun was a little more aware of the way he felt out of breath. Most of the time, he could lead warm ups just fine so he wasn't sure what was happening today.

While they learned the choreo, the cold feeling never really left before Beomgyu awkwardly scooted closer to him as he whispered, "Uh, hyung. your belly is sort of peeking under your tank top." The words sort of splashed over him like cold water.

He hadn't really ever heard that word directed to him. He knew Soobin was bigger and his gut was something that he'd call a belly but in his mind, he wasn't that size so he had always had an abdomen... until he looked at himself now.

That trim middle that he had when he first got together with his boyfriend was nowhere in sight. Completely exploded with fat, Yeonjun was now suddenly aware of the way the mass jiggled when he tucked it into his tight pants. It seemed that just about every part of him was hit with this sort of weight gain.

The rest of the practice was distracting. Constantly needing to tuck in his mass into his clothes that he was spilling out of. The glances that were following his every jiggle and just how much he'd let go in that honeymoon phase with Soobin.

If Soobin had gained the freshman fifteen and then some, Yeonjun was almost certain he did most of that gain in a fraction of the time. The stretchmarks he had seen in the mirror looked horribly angry in comparison to the ones that he saw while Soobin rode him.

Some of the dancers definitely found it distracting and Beomgyu even squeezed his chest playfully, saying Soobin must have been having a lot of fun before he swatted him away. That made him wonder if Soobin had known about it this whole time... it's not like it made him unattractive because it was just weight but was he enjoying the way Yeonjun was completely unaware of it?

He'd have to put it to the test.

-

It was a little funny to act innocent of it now when they reached the weekend.

He was eating a lot less compared to the summer but Soobin basically made sure to keep him well fed throughout their dinners to make up for it... basically confirming with Yeonjun that he enjoyed the extra padding.

The touches that he didn't really notice before like Soobin fondling his own gut and shaking it, squeezing his plumpened ass and thighs. He was actually pretty bad at making it subtle but it's not like it'd be a secret after tonight.

Wearing old clothes was a choice considering nothing fit anymore and Yeonjun regularly stole Soobin's clothes which were starting to fit comfortably instead of oversized. But, the button ups that had no business being on his frame were what would get Soobin's attention.

They had gone back to their favourite restaurant and the mood seemed to shift as Yeonjun put Soobin's hands on the space between the buttons. "Soobinnie, I think I broke my shirt..." His boyfriend seemed to short circuit, trying to stammer out a response before Yeonjun added, "If you order another plate, I might even break my pants..."

He moved Soobin's hands down the swell of his gut with a smile, feeling the taut button as he watched him exhale shakily before looking at him with hungry eyes.

This was definitely a new layer to their relationship but given how he was getting excited by showing off his own gluttony to his boyfriend, he'd probably just need to adjust the routine. Only Soobin would get the luxury of seeing how he'd jiggle from overexerting himself.

And with the way he ordered two plates of food after he already broke his shirt, this was going to be something he'd need to get used to.

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Just Let Me Adore You Pt. 1

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: none here, we've just begun

Genre: mostly fluff ig

Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, Bruce, for 3 absolutely blissful years. He’s a scientist and professor who is as smart as he is kind and if anyone asked, you were sure you’d spend the rest of your life with him. That is until two mysteriously charming men that Bruce swears are dangerous take an interest in you that threatens to turn your entire life upside down. I mean… what exactly are you supposed to do with two gorgeous men telling you something that suggests that basically everything you think you know is a lie? And why does part of you have enough doubt to wonder if they might be telling the truth?

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It's a beautiful afternoon as you're wrapping up your shift at the cute little cafe/bookstore you work at.

"See ya later y/n!" Your coworker, a kid named Peter calls after you when you leave.

"See you! Have a good shift!" You wave at him with a smile. Peter's 18 and has only been working at the store for a couple of weeks, so far he's doing pretty well. Most of his shifts are in conjunction with yours and today's one of the first times he'll be working with some of the others. You trained him well so you know he'll be fine but it's kinda like leaving your kid somewhere for the first time. Your walk home is nice, late spring bringing warmer temperatures that aren't yet sweaty which you take advantage of. When you walk into your shared apartment, you find your boyfriend of three years sitting at your kitchen counter. Your boyfriend Bruce is a professor and researcher, and you moved in together almost a year ago.

"Hey y/n." He calls over his shoulder, papers scattered around him and his laptop.

"Hi Brucey. You done with lectures for the day?" You ask draping your arms over his shoulders and kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, I cancelled my second lecture for the day- they've got an exam next class." Bruce tells you.

"Ah I see. So how was your first lecture?"

"It was fine, it was my psych class and we ended up having some very interesting discussions. How was your day? You still training that guy?"

"You mean Peter right? His training is pretty much done, actually today he's working a different shift than me."

"Well how's it going for him?"

"I think he's doing alright honestly. He's a little nervous sometimes but it's kinda cute." You giggle.

"Cute, huh?"

"Yeah, the kid's a ball of nervous energy actually. Sometimes he talks like he's had too many espresso shots and it's so fast he's almost unintelligible but apparently he doesn't even drink coffee, which, I think might be for the best. It's so interesting though, I don't know many teenage boys who display energy that way." You hum.

"Maybe he's got anxiety or something."

"Hm, I hadn't considered that. He probably does." You muse grabbing a bottle of water from your fridge. "Well that's the uni update, anything interesting going on in the research area for you?"

"Oh, yeah we've got a vampire coming to the lab tomorrow actually."

"I'm not sure if I like that honestly." You hum.

"Not to worry sweetheart, it's safe. I won't even be alone with him." Bruce says.

"Right of course, not alone just- with others that are part of a vampire's diet."

"You know not all vampires feed on humans."

"What's the alternative? Animals?"

"Yes, exactly." He nods.

"And the vampire you're studying tomorrow eats animals?"

"Correct."

"And you're sure about that?" You ask.

"Well we're studying him because he's animal fed so I sure hope he is."

"Have you ever studied vampires that do eat humans?"

"Yes, back when I was a research assistant. Honestly, the hardest part about studying vampires is hunting them. Once they're caught you can sedate them and that makes it much easier."

"You hunted them?"

"I mean vampires aren't exactly jumping in line to volunteer for this kind of thing you know." Bruce shrugs.

"So this animal-fed vampire, did he volunteer?"

"Yes he did. I don't really run tests on unwilling participants these days. It's unethical."

"I know that. Sounds like your old research boss didn't feel the same." You say.

"Well, that group of researchers mostly tagged creatures to study their patterns in nature. They weren't so much running tests but it's a bit hard to tag a vampire that's trying to rip your heart out so-" Bruce shrugs.

"Alright well I'll take your word on of yours this vampire tomorrow. Be careful." You say.

"Always darling." He winks at you. In all honesty, you try not to ask too many questions about your boyfriend's research of supernatural creatures. He swears to you it's all ethical but you're not sure how well it sits with you. You've been to the lab once and the asylum-like observational rooms you saw were offputting. Stark white walls and a small bed in an otherwise empty room doesn't seem very morally sound to you despite what Bruce tells you. Granted the observational cells were empty when you visited so you can only hope nobody's been in there against their will.

"Y/n!" Bruce pulls you from your thoughts and your head snaps to his confused face.

"Sorry, I- spaced, did you say something?" You ask.

"I said I was thinking we'd order something for dinner, does that sound okay?" Bruce chuckles.  You want so badly to trust that his work is virtuous because that's what he tells you.

"Yeah that's fine with me. Did you want Chinese or Thai or there's that Italian place too, maybe pizza?" You list off some options, shaking the uncertainty from your mind. They say ignorance is bliss.

"Do you have a preference?" He asks.

"Let's do Chinese."

"Sounds good. I'll finish grading these assignments and then order in a couple hours." Bruce says.

"Yeah that's fine." You nod giving Bruce a quick kiss and leaving him to his papers. With the few hours you have to spare until dinner, you crack open your latest read, a book recommended to you by a coworker that you've been meaning to start for a while. Eventually, Bruce orders dinner and gets your attention once the food arrives. Your night is pretty relaxed, you eat and chat while watching TV together for a while before you turn in for the night. You and Bruce do have different rooms because it's important to have your own space, but most nights you sleep together in his room. You'd consider your life pretty ordinary. You have routines and habits and while you have lots of fun experiences, you'd say most of your life is very much average.

~*~*~

The tinkling of the bell over the door doesn't pull your attention from the magazine you're reading but you do greet the customer since you're at the register by the door.

"Hi welcome in!" You say with mild cheeriness.

"Hiiii y/n!" The sing-song greeting comes from your best friend and you look up when you realize.

"Wanda! Hey love." You smile at her.

"Hi! Hi Peter!" She waves at Peter, who's learning how to work the coffee bar today.

"Oh. Hi miss Wanda!" He says with a shy wave.

"I've told you sweetie you don't have to call me miss." Wanda chuckles.

"Sorry." He mutters.

"What a cutie." Wanda hums.

"Isn't he?" You agree quietly. "Anyway, what brings you here babes?" You ask.

"Is your shift almost over? I wanted to hang out today."

"Well I'm supposed to be out of here in the next half hour or so but of course, I've gotta wait for Matt or Layla to come in before I can actually leave." You shrug.

"Peter! How good are you at that coffee bar?" Wanda calls across the store.

"Uh- I- I'm alright I think." Peter says.

"Wanna try making me a vanilla latte?" She asks.

"Well I- I can try."

"Confidence honey, you've got the recipes, you can do this. Don't act like the coffee bar's gonna bite ya!" You tell him.

"Right! Confidence. Vanilla latte coming up." Peter nods grabbing items to make Wanda's drink.

"And if you have any questions I'm right here!" You call.

"I'll wait for your shift to end and then can we do something together?" Wanda asks you.

"Of course we can." You nod.

"Done!" Peter says after a few minutes. Wanda takes the coffee from Peter and drops a five on the counter for him before sitting at a table with her drink and a magazine.

"This is pretty good for how unsure you were Peter." Wanda tells him.

"Good job Petey! I told you, you got it." You smile at him and again he hits you both with a shy smile.

"Thanks." He says quietly. A few customers come in and leave before Eric arrives and you clock out, leaving arm in arm with Wanda. She seems to have a destination in mind as you walk together.

"So where are we going lovely?" You ask her after a few minutes of her dragging you down city streets.

"Well I have a date tonight and I need something to wear, so the mall." She tells you.

"A date? You have a date? Why didn't you mention this before now?!" You blink at her.

"Honestly I forgot about it until I realized it was tonight." She shrugs.

"You forgot about it? Are you even interested in this person?" You laugh incredulously.

"I am! He's very sweet, I just have been busy with other things this week."

"Alright well let's get you something to wear for this second thought date." You snort.

"It wasn't a second thought. It's just that I can only prioritize like three things at a time."

"Seriously? You can lift a plane with your mind but can't remember your date until the day of?" You scoff. Wanda's a witch. It's the only real secret you keep from Bruce. She's not totally comfortable with him knowing that information and since it's her life you have no problem supporting that decision. To tell the truth, she's not very comfortable with him in general because of the whole research thing but he makes you happy so she gets along well enough for your sake.

"I didn't forget forget I was just, you know, too busy to think about it."

"Yeah sure whatever." You laugh as she pulls you into a store near the mall's entrance. "So how do you know this date of yours? Friend of a friend? Someone from work? A dating app? One of Pietro's friends?"

"He's a friend of a coworker." She tells you.

"A friend of a coworker? Is this a blind date?"

"No. He came to a work function and I had a nice enough time talking to him there that when he asked me on a date I said yes."

"It sounds like your coworker was setting you up and just played the long game." You chuckle.

"Hang on I'd like to circle back to your suggestion that it would be one of Pietro's friends. Why would I ever do that?!" She looks at you over a clothing rack.

"Oh come on Pietro's adorable." You laugh.

"This is about his friends, not him."

"Yeah I know but I'm of the belief that hot people hang with hot people so naturally-"

"Yeah that's not. No."

"Why? Is it the fact that the halfling has mostly vampire friends? I know you have ethical reservations about the whole blood sucking thing despite being raised by a vampire." You ask as the two of you leave the store you're in. Wanda and Pietro are twins but apparently since their father is a vampire and their mother is a witch one twin got each supernatural gene, making Pietro a vampire halfling.

"Most of Pietro's friends hunt animals so no it's not that." She rolls her eyes.

"Wait they hunt animals?" You blink.

"Yeah? So does Pietro, you know that."

"I know he does but I guess I didn't think about his friends- I think one of them might be volunteering for Bruce."

"What?" Wanda's eyes widen.

"A couple of weeks ago Bruce told me a vampire was going to the lab and they were going to study him because he's animal fed and well, considering we live in New York and not Idaho I can't imagine there's a large population of animal diet vampires." You explain.

"What if he finds out about Pietro? About me?" Wanda gasps as the two of you enter another store.

"He won't. Even if this guy knows Pietro why would he put another person on Bruce's watchlist that didn't ask to be there? His loyalty should be to other vampires not to a bunch of researchers." You say quietly. The shop you're in is empty besides the employees and while supernatural creatures aren't a secret, some people are more reserved when it comes to them.

"Some of them don't accept Pietro because of our parentage. He could rat him out on purpose for-"

"Bruce isn't going to go hunting people down, I've mentioned Pietro like once so he might not even know you're related, it's not like Pietro would rat on you, and if Bruce does find out that you're twins well, you aren't a vampire. I'll simply tell him that twins of a vampire and a nonvampire split the gene, and only one gets it. Plus it's been a couple of weeks since this happened, if the vampire had mentioned Pietro or Bruce had any suspicions about you, he'd have given himself away by now. He's not going to find out you're a witch. He's not going to find out Pietro is a halfling. Your secrets are safe."

"Man I hope so." She sighs.

"Yeah well I know so." You tell her.  The two of you flip through racks of clothes for a while, pulling different items for Wanda to try on in the dressing room. "So where are you going with this guy?" You ask her when you finally reach the dressing rooms at the back.

"Dinner! Maybe something else after but we're starting with dinner." Wanda says through the door as she tries on the first dress she picked.

"Hm, what's his name?"

"Wes."

"Wes? Is it short for Wesley or- is that the whole name?"

"It's short for Wesley." She pushes back the dressing room curtain to show you the dress. "What do you think?"

"That's cute. Although maybe not right for a first date." You say. It's a short dark blue dress with lace trimming and as much as you like it, it's not a dinner date outfit.

"Yeah- maybe you're right." She looks at herself in the mirror for a moment and then closes the curtain.

"Hm, Wesley? That's not the worst name in the world." You hum.

"Y/n!" Wanda laughs.

"Look! I'm not trying to be mean, but you know, some names just don't... roll off the tongue the right way ya know." You shrug even though she can't see you.

"Now why would you say that?" She tries to scold you but you can hear her hiding her laughter before she shoves back the curtain again. "This one?" She asks. This dress is a green off-the-shoulder pick with bell sleeves.

"I think it's the wrong shade of green for you honestly." You tell her.

"Ya think so?" She hums and closes the curtain again.

"Anyway, I said it because it's true. Like I'm not saying you're going to fuck this guy or anything but imagine trying to moan a name like Bartholomew or Yolanda. Ya know? Wes or even Wesley you could probably get away with though."

"Don't be crude! I don't think anyone born in the last century is named Bartholomew but- I guess I get your point." Wanda chuckles.

"Also it's cute that your names are alliterative. Wanda and Wesley. You'll have to come up with some cute introduction when you meet people as a couple."

"It is one date. You are for sure skipping ahead." Wanda pulls back the curtain in a new dress, pointing an accusing finger at you. This one is a two-toned red and black dress.

"I mean if you think about it now you're ready for if the time comes." You shrug.

"You and your ability to romanticize things." She shakes her head. "Thoughts on this one?"

"Life is better when you romanticize things. Honestly, I think this is your dress. You should get this one. It's gorgeous on you. If he's not speechless when he sees you, leave." You tell her.

"That's dramatic." She laughs.

"It's in my nature." You shrug.

"It is a nice dress though. Should I bother trying the others?" She asks as she closes the curtain again to change back into her clothes.

"I mean if you want to but I'm pretty much sold on this one." You say.

"Excuse me." You hear a voice behind you that causes you to spin around. A sales associate for the store you're in is smiling at you when you do.

"Hi! Can I help you?" You ask.

"This is for you." She says holding out a shopping bag with the store's logo on it. Your hands fly up as if you're surrendering.

"I- didn't purchase anything so that cannot be right." You shake your head.

"Actually the items were purchased for you by someone. It's a gift."

"A gift from whom?" You frown in confusion.

"They've asked to remain anonymous."

"That- sounds increasingly suspicious. Um can you, hold the bag open for me?" You ask her.

"Excuse me?" Now she's confused.

"I am not touching that bag if I don't know what's inside it. So, if you could just open it so I can look inside?" You explain. "Wanda! You almost done in there?" You call as the associate opens the bag. Wanda rushes out of the dressing room when she hears your voice.

"Everything okay?" She asks you.

"Somebody has anonymously gifted me some items apparently." You share a look at her before looking into the bag to find a dress, a jacket, and a jewelry set each that you'd commented on while shopping with Wanda. You spin around to face Wanda almost too fast. "Holy shit it's all stuff I said I liked while we were shopping." You speak quickly and quietly to her.

"What?"

"It's the dress and the jacket that I put down right before we came to the dressing room." You hiss.

"Woah." Wanda blinks. You turn back to the associate.

"Did they pay with a card? Can you refund this person somehow? I can't just take this gift from a stranger." You tell her.

"All of the items they bought are final sale so unfortunately, a refund would not be possible, plus they paid in cash."

"So- there's really nothing I can do but take this?"

"I mean if you don't take it I'll simply sell them again. It'd be unfortunate for the purchaser." The associate tells you. You look at Wanda again.

"This is like a $200 purchase what the fuck?" You whisper to Wanda.

"Then I guess you should take it." Wanda whispers back. You mull it over in your head for a moment before turning back to face the associate.

"Alright fine. Thank you." You take the bag from the associate with a small smile. "If the, anonymous gifter returns please inform them that I appreciate the gesture but not to do it again because this is very weird." You tell her.

"I will pass on the message." She nods and walks away.

"I cannot believe you've got a secret admirer." Wanda loops her arm through yours and pulls you towards the counter with her chosen dress in hand.

"This is absolutely ridiculous. What do I tell Bruce?" You frown.

"The truth. That a stranger bought them and you have no idea who it is." She shrugs. The two of you check out and leave the store and subsequently the mall, Wanda deciding she has enough shoes to choose from at home. "Do you have any idea who it might be?"

"No. I only talk to like 5 people and none of them are spending $200 on items I only mentioned liking while we were just shopping."

"Even Bruce?"

"If Bruce did it, he wouldn't keep it a secret. So I know it's not him." You tell her.

"Well, you'll have to tell me how he reacts. I'm going to head home so I can prep for this date. I'll call you later." Wanda says hugging you tightly.

"Have fun babes." You kiss her cheek and then part ways, heading back to your apartment. When you unlock the door and kick off your shoes, the smell of food welcomes you so you head to the kitchen.

"Hi Bruce!" You say wrapping your arm around him from behind.

"Hi babe, welcome home. Work a longer shift at work or something?" Bruce asks.

"No Wanda came to my job and we went shopping once I got off. She's got a date tonight!" You tell him and Bruce turns enough to see the shopping bag sitting on the counter.

"I see you got some things too. What's in the bag?" Bruce asks.

"A dress, a jacket, and some jewelry."

"Impromptu mini shopping spree?" Bruce chuckles.

"Well I didn't buy any of that stuff actually." You shrug. Bruce frowns at you for a moment before turning back to whatever he's cooking. A past dish from the looks of it.

"Honey I know we don't really keep secrets from each other but if you're going to commit a crime-"

"I didn't steal them. Why is your first thought that I stole?" You chuckle.

"You said you didn't buy them."

"Yeah I didn't. They were gifted to me while I was shopping."

"What?"

"Someone bought these things and had a sales associate bring them to me."

"Who?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know? You didn't ask any questions?"

"I asked like a dozen questions, including if she could refund whoever it was that did this and she said no. She also told me whoever it was asked to remain anonymous, what was I supposed to do? Force the information out of her? She probably doesn't know who it is either."

"What if he was watching you? You accepted the gift he might think he has an in with you."

"How do you know that this person has any intention of doing that?"

"Can you think of any other reason that they'd spend hundreds on stuff for you? This is basically a secret admirer stunt y/n."

"Look I told the sales lady to let whoever it was know that this was incredibly inappropriate but it's too late to do anything else. Even if they're stalking me I have no idea who they are so, what do you want from me here?" You cross your arms.

"I don't mean to snap at you I'm just worried about your safety." Bruce pulls you to his chest.

"Yeah, I get that, but it sounds like you're blaming me for receiving an anonymous gift." You mutter.

"I'm not trying to blame you I promise. This is just weird and it concerns me."

"Honestly as weird as this situation is I dunno I just don't hear the alarm bells I usually notice before something goes wrong. Of course it's only one incident, things could escalate."

"Well, even if you don't feel alarmed by this, be careful anyway." Bruce kisses the top of your head.

"Always." You wink at him. The rest of your evening is quiet, you discuss work over dinner and watch TV before eventually getting ready for bed.

~*~*~

You hum along to the music playing in the store as you restock some items by the register, it's pretty slow around this time in the afternoon usually so you've got Peter in the back learning inventory stuff.

"Hi welcome in!" You call over your shoulder instinctively when the bell by the door goes off.

"Hey, excuse me." You turn around at the voice to see two men looking at you, one Black and one white.

"Hi! Is there something I can help you with?" You smile.

"Actually we're looking for someone. An employee, Peter Parker. Is he here?" The Black man asks you.

"Mind telling me what this is about?" You ask keeping a polite smile on your face although their question concerns you.

"Excuse me?" He blinks at you.

"Well Peter's a kid so I hope you can understand my reservations in disclosing information about him to men who haven't identified themselves or their relationship to him, and seemingly don't know his schedule which to me means he does not want you popping up at his place of employment unexpectedly." You cross your arms and the one who hasn't spoken quirks an eyebrow at you.

"Look is the kid here or not?"

"I'm not authorized to give out information you don't already have about anyone who may or may not work here." You tell them.

"This is ridiculous- Parker! It's Wilson and Barton come up here." The Black man calls loudly. You spin around and intercept Peter when you hear his footfalls behind you.

"Peter do you know these men?" You ask quietly. He looks over your shoulder.

"Yeah they're friends. I'm sorry if they're causing you trouble." Peter tells you nervously.

"They aren't causing me trouble but they're looking for you and I wanna make sure you aren't in any danger."

"No. No danger. It's alright, they're alright. Is it cool if I step out with them for a moment?"

"It's empty so fine but you probably shouldn't do this often."

"I swear this won't happen again."

"Go, make it quick." You wave towards the door and he leads the two men out of the store.

"She seems protective of you." Clint points out.

"She's real nice, it's kinda like having an older sister at work but that's besides the point you guys cannot just show up here while I'm working!" Peter tells them.

"That's cute, and relax you're just a cover, we were told to check on her." Sam says.

"She's wearing the jacket." Clint mutters.

"She's wearing the jacket! Did she mention anything to you Parker?" Sam looks from you to Peter.

"About her jacket? No? Why should she?" Peter frowns.

"No reason. The fact that she's wearing it bodes well for them I think." Sam says.

"Bodes well for who? Wait did they buy her that jacket?! She's been in a relationship for like three years!"

"Relax kid leave this to the adults." Sam nudges him.

"They can't just poach someone's girlfriend."

"No one's poaching anyone don't worry about it, Peter. Oh, but they do wanna see you after you get off so- head to the offices when your shift is over." Clint claps Peter on the back and then he and Sam leave.

"Sorry about that." Peter says as he rushes back in.

"Everything alright?" You ask.

"Yeah! Totally fine, I'm gonna go finish learning inventory."

"Holler if you need anything." You hum. You know it's not really any of your business but you do hope Peter was telling the truth and those guys weren't here to hassle him.

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[charles-simmons-fanfiction]

Opposites do attract, right? - Steven Meeks / Reader

Summary: Meeks is helping you study for a Electricity test and you hadn't quite realized how much of a nerd he can be - and how charming that is. [700 words, fluff]

Or, me finding a way to infodump about this subject bc I'll have a test on it soon

🧡🧡.

"Okay, this makes no sense," you were starting to consider just giving up at this point.

"It's really not that hard. Let's try again," Meeks insisted, looking for a pencil.

You groaned and sat up again. The exam was tomorrow and you just couldn't make any sense of whatever you were learning at Electricity. Your current tiredness was not making it any easier, even though it was completely your fault for how late you went to slep yesterday.

"This big circle here is the Source Charge, which is what makes the Eletric field. Its direction depends solely on if it's positive or negative," he drew two circles. A negative one with arrows pointing away from it, and a positive one with arrows pointing at it. "Now the small circle here is the Test Charge."

You did your best to focus on it, now feeling embarrassed at how stupid you must be looking. "He's having to literally draw it for me," you thought and kind of wished to have never asked for help to begin with.

"Now, the Test Charge can be attracted or repulsed by the Source Charge, and that's Eletric Force."

"Is that the opposites attract thing?" You interrupt. "If the charges are opposite, they attract."

He smiled brightly. "Exactly!" His loud tone caught you off guard and he immediately went back to explaining, messily drawing on the last page of his notebook.

As he spoke, you couldn't help but notice the sparkle in his eyes, even through the glasses. Meeks was ranting way too quickly, clearly excited. You were barely catching up, yet you felt a little more awake now.

"With this formula here, you can easily find the Electric Potential at point B, where the Test Charge is. What we need to know, though, is the Voltage. Also known as the difference between two points of Electric Potential," he handed her the notebook. "Solve this one yourself!"

With hesitance, you start writing down the calculations and checking his reaction every once in a while, in case you got something wrong.

"Wait," he gently takes your hand and fixes a small mistake for you, then whisper. "Here, it's correct."

You're in silence for some instants, looking at the paper. The feeling of his hand still lingering on your skin. "Your fingers are cold."

"What?" Meeks looks at you confusedly and you shrug it off.

"Nothing," you sit closer to him on the bed, and pull a blanket over both off you. "I got this part. Explain the rest."

Still somewhat confused, he nodded and took the notebook back to teach her the other formulas. You noticed how satisfied he looked with his own explanation and smiled to yourself. It was nice to hear him talk, and you didn't feel bad about having him draw it for you anymore. If anything, it brought you a warm sensation on your chest.

Eventually, you leaned your head against his shoulder, which shut him up for a whole five seconds. You nudged his arm for him to go on, which he did in stuttered sentences and with an obvious blush.

"You know," Meeks shyly started after some other calculations were solved. "I can help you more often, if you need. It's no problem. And it's better than having to learn all this a day before and exam."

"That's lovely of you," you thank, "I appreciate the offer, and I probably will take it. I'm a hundred percent an humanities person, Electricity is a nightmare."

"Funny, I'm more of an Exact Science's person" he awkwardly chuckles, fixing his glasses with his pencil still on his hand. You smile at him, admiring him closely.

"Well, opposites do attract, right?"

His eyes really do look like they sparkle, specially only a few inches away from yours. Your lips felt awfully near his, all it would take was for him to lean in just a bit...

"Actually, wait a minute!" Meeks pulled away and looked for his notebook again, then went through it attentively. "I completely forgot to teach you about Work when a Test Charge moves! That'll definitively be on your exam!"

When he started to write a new formula, the only thought crossing your mind was "Oh my god, he's such a nerd", and you realized you were okay with it.

With your head on his shoulder again, you added to that thought that you even prefer him that way. Smiling proudly as he teaches you. In a way, it felt like care.

🧡🧡.