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yeoosaangg · 6 months

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Church || Kinktober - Day 15

pairing ▸ na jaemin × f!reader

now playing ▸ church - chase atlantic

⤷ ❝and i'll keep leading you on if you keep leading me into your room.❞

genre ▸ non-idol au, situationship, smut, angst

warnings ▸ mirror sex, fingering, marking, praise, choking, breeding kink

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Everyone in your new town warned you - do not get involved with Na Jaemin.

It was odd to be told that right out the gate, but you complied. It was a small town, with one university for the locals to attend if they wish to remain in familiar territory.

You chose this college because it's where your mom grew up. She passed away last year and you wanted to fulfill her wishes of seeing the place.

Your dad wasn't enthusiastic in moving there, but he'll do what your mom said because he still loves her.

And when you met a few people, they'd tell you about everyone's business. Literally.

The head cheeleader? Sleeping with the football coach.

The football captain? Sleeping with the music teacher.

Na Jaemin? Stay away from him.

You listened to your new friends for a while; you did not want to be a part of the drama. But because you were "fresh", you had caught his attention next.

Jaemin: One date. I swear you won't regret it.

Y/n: No thanks. Have a nice day.

He didn't give up until you finally cracked. He took the opportunity to approach you when he found out your friends didn't have classes for the day.

Jaemin: I'm serious, let me take you on a date.

This time around, you caved - only to get him to back off!

But after the one date, you both couldn't stay away from each other. You, because he made you feel alive. Him, because you're the perfect little fuckdoll.

Every other girl in that town was so eager to sleep with him, he did it to shut them up and never go back.

But you, wow you couldn't have been more perfect. A virgin willing to let him teach you how to please him? Why would he ever say no to that?

And then the inevitable happened - you fell in love with him.

You knew, by the caution of others, that he wasn't one for commitment. He'll fuck a girl once and never go back. But you felt special because he did come back. Multiple times, in fact.

Everytime you'd bring up a possible relationship, he shuts it down and distracts you with his kisses.

You couldn't take it anymore and decided cut him off if he wasn't going to take you seriously.

Jaemin: C'mon, angel. Don't throw us away.

Y/n: There is no us, Jaemin. You made sure of that.

And you kept your word. You stopped seeing him in secrecy, occupying yourself with your studies. You even met a guy who makes you laugh and feel important.

And Jaemin made a fool of himself by picking a fight with him during one of the lunch breaks.

Juyeon: What the fuck is your problem, dude?

Jaemin: You're my fucking problem, Lee Juyeon. Stay the fuck away from Y/n.

Juyeon: Why should I? Because she agreed to go on a date with me after rejecting you for months?

Jaemin: She's mine. I don't fucking share.

Juyeon: She's no one's property, Na. No wonder she hates you.

That set Jaemin off. He doesn't even know what he's doing, all he knows is he's angry and Juyeon's his target. Lefts and rights collide onto his jaw, drawing blood.

It wasn't until he heard your voice that he finally stops beating the man to a pulp.

Y/n: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Jaemin: Baby, I can expl-

Y/n: Shut up. Just stay the fuck away from me.

You crouch down, helping Juyeon to his feet. You were going to accompany him to the infirmary, but Jaemin wasn't having it.

You yelp when he lifts you off the ground, making his way out of the dining hall and out to the student parking lot. He opens his car and makes sure to put your seatbelt on.

You try to get out, but the door stays locked. Did he child proof it? Such an asshole.

All your friends were in distress as they saw you trying to get out. Jaemin drives off in the direction of his apartment that no one knew belongs to him.

No one except you.

Y/n: Jaemin, please. Just forget about me.

Jaemin: You're fucking crazy if you think I'll listen to that stupid request. I don't want other men touching what's mine.

Y/n: I'm not yours.

Jaemin: Why do you keep saying that? I'm the one that took your virginity, first kiss, first everything! That makes you mine.

Y/n: No, it doesn't. It just means I trusted you at the time.

Jaemin: You don't trust me now?

Y/n: Not with the way you're acting.

If you weren't looking at him, you'd miss the tears streaming down his face.

He never cries.

Jaemin: Baby, please don't say things like that. It hurts to hear you say you don't trust me.

Y/n: Why are you crying? You don't even care about me the way I needed you to.

Jaemin: I want to.

What?

Jaemin: I want to care about you that way, but I don't know how. You're the first girl I've ever felt something more with than just lust. And it fucking terrifies me. But when you left? I felt like I was dying, angel.

This can't be happening right now.

He pulls into the apartment complex's parking garage, and both of you just sit in silence until he speaks up.

Jaemin: Please don't leave me.

Y/n: I can't keep doimg this with you, Jaemin.

Jaemin: Why not?

He looks so sad, an emotion he never displays. You don't want to give in, in case it's all an act.

Y/n: You don't like me that way, Jaemin.

Jaemin: And how would you know that?

You don't, but if he did he would've asked you out when you voiced your affection.

Jaemin: Come upstairs with me. I'll show you that I'm serious about this.

You should've known better than to listen because now he has you on our knees in front of a large, full length mirror.

Jaemin: Remember that conversation we had when we started this?

Y/n: How could I forget?

He asked you what your biggest fantasy in bed was, so you naturally replied with the truth - to be fucked in front of a mirror.

He never gave you that fantasy back then, just stored the information for later.

Your breath hitches when he starts to undress you.

He pauses a bit when he senses your hesitation. Despite his past actions, he meant everything he said on the way there.

Jaemin: Do you want this?

Y/n: Yes.

Jaemin: Are you sure?

Y/n: I want to see if you're telling the truth.

He tries to smile, but it just falls.

He knows it's going to take a lot more than just fucking you to show that he's serious about you. He'll gladly spend months, even years, proving himself to you.

Jaemin continues to undress you, touching everywhere with such tenderness. He usually gets straight to the point and fucks you dumb.

But this wasn't just any rendezvous hookup, you're his everything. And he wants to show you that.

He starts fondling your breasts, using his fingers to stimulate your nipples.

You hate how his touch instantly relaxes you. You don't want to admit it, but you've missed him.

Jaemin: I've never had someone consume every part of my mind, body, and soul the way you have, princess. But, fuck, I don't want that to stop.

Y/n: Really?

Jaemin: Mhm. I can't lose you again, baby. I was already feeling crazy this time around. Next time, I fear I'll do something reckless.

Y/n: You think there'll be a next time?

Jaemin: I have to be realistic. This is all new to me, and I'm bound to make mistakes. But I hope you can find it in your heart to see that I'm trying. For you.

You lay your head against his shoulder, grinding down on his clothed erection.

Y/n: We'll figure it out if the time comes. For now, show me that you mean what you're saying.

He nods, kissing you deeply as his hand travels down to your clit. A moan falls passed your lips - right next to his ear - from finally being touched.

He slides his finger up and down your folds, loving the way your eyes are trained at the mirror. He can see you biting your bottom lip at the sight.

He shoves two fingers inside, making you choke on your moan. He just pumps his fingers rapidly, eventually adding another.

Jaemin: Keep looking, baby. Want you to see how gorgeous you look when you cum for me.

He starts painting your neck with lots of dark marks, staring at you through the mirror. You cum all over his fingers and the floor.

Jaemin: Beautiful.

You watch yourself catch your breath, a smile curling at the corners of your lips. That was so hot, you want more.

He undresses himself, and then positions himself right behind you. He hooks his arm to both of yours, lining his hard cock to your pussy.

Jaemin: Do not look away. Want you to see just how much of a goddess you are when I fuck you. Can you do that for me, angel?

You nod, wiggling your ass so he can put it in already.

He chuckles, bottoming out with no hesitation. He knows you can take his big size perfectly.

You watch yourself ceumble as his thrusts get rougher and slower. He wants you to feel his cock stretching your gummy walls - and, fuck, do you feel it.

Jaemin: You look so pretty taking all of my cock, princess.

He reaches around to hold you by the throat, letting go of your arms in the process. You scream, cumming again from the sensitivity.

He doesn't stop ramming his dick into you, loving the way your face is contorting to one of pure pleasure.

The way he's choking you forces the eye contact you have to make through the mirror. You love the way he's also moaning along with you - usually he grunts quietly.

Jaemin: You're doing so good, baby. Love the way your cunt begs for my cock. Did you miss me, too?

Y/n: So much!

It was hard to speak with his hand around your throat, so a short and simple answer will suffice. He didn't mind, though - your eyes tell him everything.

Jaemin: You want to cum again, don't you? Go ahead, love. Cum all over my cock.

It was like his words activated another orgasm. You can feel your essence dripping down your thighs and onto his.

You feel him fill you up, moaning as the warm liquid paints your gummy walls.

But he still wasn't done.

He pushes your head down onto the ground, chin up so you can still see yourselves.

Jaemin: Gonna get you pregnant, angel. Fill you up so no other man thinks he has a chance with you. They're gonna see how happy we are and get jealous.

You moan, clenching around his cock. You honestly love that idea more than you should.

Jaemin: You like that, don't you princess? Then I'll make it happen.

He continues to pound your pussy, the position allowing him to fuck you deeper than ever. He just abuses your hole until you're filled with three loads of his kids.

He kisses your shoulders, winking at you while his hips smack against your ass.

Jaemin: Look at you falling apart, baby. Think you can cum for me one more time?

Y/n: Mhm.

You can't even speak anymore with how good his cock is opening you up. You both cum one last time, staying in the position until he can properly pull out.

Jaemin: Keep your ass up. Don't want to watch anymore cum escape.

All you could do was listen because your body was twitching from getting fucked dumb by him.

He comes back and gently inserts a plug in your cunt, kissing in between your thighs to help distract you.

Jaemin: I'm running a bath. I'll take good care of you, my princess.

You just let him carry you into the bathroom.

He doesn't get in the tub with you, choosing to focus on you instead. He washes your hair and body so delicately, you'd think he was handling glass.

Y/n: Is it too soon to say the L word?

He freezes for a moment before he smiles at you.

Jaemin: Yeah. But I'll let you know when we can, okay?

Y/n: Okay.

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a/n: yeah, i jinxed myself. gonna go sleep (,,•﹏•,,) thanks for reading ‹𝟹

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Miles morales x super genius male reader, maybe him trying to hide his secret identity from reader but reader figures it out 🧃

A/n: hi 🧃!! Miles Morales is currently my fixation so I’m writing this first despite it coming last! Can be read as Spiderverse or PS4 Miles!

Observant

Miles Morales x genius!male!reader

( summary: it doesn’t take a genius to see that your boyfriend, Miles, is hiding something. Luckily you are one so you piece things together a little easier )

Warnings?: *pre-established relationship~ light swearing, talks of bruising

!-!more under the cut!-!

You were currently sat in calculus, two seats behind the newer Spider-Man, or Miles Morales, as you know him. He was unmasked and was blending in as a normal student, and though he could fool everyone else you knew better than to fall for his façade. It started around 2 months ago, you'd notice the small bruises that would liter his body while you both were changing in the locker room after gym. You were worried, so you watched him a little closer to make sure he and his home life were alright. However, by looking a little closer you'd notice how he'd disappear right before the newer Spiderman would show up. You noticed how Ganke always covered for him, he always had some sort of excuse for Miles' sudden absence. He was rarely home or in his dorm on the weekends and whenever you'd call him he'd sound super out of breath as if he'd been running all day...or swinging as you deduced. It all just made sense, of course it was him and you were fine with it but you were kind of hurt as well. It's obvious that Ganke knows and that they both think that you don't know and there's no signs that they're ever going to tell you.

As the teacher drowned on and on your stare on Miles only got harder and sharper. Lately he'd been pulling away from you and you have a feeling it's because of this new Spiderman gig. Recently there had been a big fight with a villain group known as The Silencers that ended with a large bridge being destroyed and where did all the blame go? Right onto your boyfriends shoulders. He was blamed for the damage of course, podcasts, news stations, and papers were all talking about the event and you were guessing that it'd made him slightly afraid of the future. He was going to break up with you because of it, you could feel it. He "doesn't want to endanger you" or "get you hurt." You could almost hear him saying it. You wonder if the only reason he hasn't yet is because he can't think of an excuse.

The bell rang and you sighed. You should probably confront him before he tries to end things, you love Miles but you know he can get stuck in his head sometimes. Packing up your things, you rushed to his side so you both could walk to lunch together.

“Ganke caught a cold so I guess it’ll just be us today.” Miles spoke as you both exited the classroom. You nodded, deciding that confronting him alone was probably better for you anyway. After grabbing your respective lunches you suggested eating somewhere other than the lunchroom because it’s usually very loud and crowded, and telling your boyfriend that you know he’s Spider-Man in there could lead to someone overhearing. So now you both were walking and talking while Miles attempted on snacking little by little as you made your way to the Music room. It’s usually empty at lunch, though there could be a few stragglers. Still, it’s the only place private enough without being a broom closet or something. Opening the door to the classroom you let out a breath of relief as you realized it was empty, this was great. So now you just have to ask him.

Miles started talking as you both sat down across from each other, a smile was on his face as he could now properly dig into his food. Scanning over him you noticed his knuckles were a bit bruised and you squinted, your eyes flickering back to his. You just couldn’t keep the small attitude you had at bay. It was almost insulting that he thought you wouldn’t figure it out. Either way you loved him, and him being Spider-Man doesn’t change that and now you have to let him know. Placing your hand over his, he stopped his chewing momentarily before smiling and switching to grab your hand properly. “Miles,” you stares into his eyes as he nodded with a hum to signal you to continue. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something- well, it’s more like tell you something I guess.” You shrugged and he swallowed, glancing to the side in what you guessed was nervousness. “Is everything alright?” He asked and you nodded, “yeah nothings wrong with me but-“ you sighed, this was weirdly a lot harder to say than you thought. “You know you can talk to me about anything right?” Your eye twitched at the irony of the situation and you sighed.

“Funny you say that actually, ‘cause you seem to have not been so honest with me.” you started, furrowing your eyebrows a bit, Miles' nervous smile returned to his face. "I- what?" "You're Spider-Man." You stated, deciding to just get straight to the point. Miles' mouth was left agape at your bluntness. His eyes left yours but only for a second before his mouth slowly closed, an audible gulp projecting into the room. "I...whatttt,," he shifted back, giving a few chuckles as his eyes flickered away from you. "That's- that's crazy Y/n, I think you've been pulling too many all-nighters lately." His smile faltered as you rolled your eyes. "You're a terrible liar," He let out a deep exhale, flopping forward completely resting himself on the desk in front of him. "How did you know? Did Ganke tell you?" He asked, lifting his head just enough to look at you. "No," you spoke with a laugh, "I'm just not an idiot," You crossed your arms and smirked. "It's really not the hard to connect the dots Miles, honestly I'm a little insulted that you'd think I wouldn't notice that something was going on with you." Picking himself up, he sighed, a small frown resting on his face as he thought over his next words. "Look I'm sorry I never told you, it's not that I don't trust you but I just-" "Don't want me to get hurt?" He slowly nodded, "Miles-" "It's dangerous Y/n," "I know that, but it'll be ok." You grabbed his face in your hands, massaging his jawline to calm him down, smiling at the feeling of him leaning into your touch. "Because if I'm ever in danger...I know you'll be there to protect me." You leaned in to place a small kiss under his eye, "I don't want this to be something that pulls us apart.." you mumble and Miles sighs, placing his hand on top of yours. "I don't either..." Leaning in quickly, he placed a kiss to your lips before giving you a wide smile. "And it won't, I promise." "Good."

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jessybarnes · 9 months

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Forbidden Love

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Word count: Over 5k

Tags: Acromantula, mentions of blood, death of a mythical creature, gore, angst, fluff, smut, bullying, broken bones, hippogriffs, unicorns, fluffy, centaurs, syringes, major character injury, near-death experience, age gap, teacher/18-year-old student relationship, unprotected sex, fingering, begging, forced reveal of feelings, forbidden forest, family drama, and I think that’s it.

Beta: @winecatsandpizza

A/N: This is a repost from one of my old Tumblr accounts. I altered the timeline a little to make this flow better. I realize that Gilderoy lost his memory during the Chamber of Secrets era. I also realize that Severus didn't take on the DADA teaching position until Harry's 6th year. I just wanted to make that clear for everyone. :) Enjoy!

"Hmm…difficult, very difficult. Mmm yes, lots of ambition and very loyal too. A hint of creativity, but you seem to mask it well with your bravery...”

As the sorting hat’s voice echoed throughout the Great Hall, your mind began to flood with the past week’s events.

It was the day after your eighteenth birthday when you discovered your Hogwarts letter. Your grandmother had been a great witch and even taught at Hogwarts after she finished her seventh year. From the moment you were born, she knew you were destined for good things. Your parents had forbidden her from using magic around you and even went so far as to hide your letter of acceptance on your eleventh birthday. It wasn’t until you were going through some of your childhood toys in the attic that you came across it.

The letter was stuck to the back of an old photo album, and the writing had nearly faded completely. You ran your fingers over the yellowing parchment, the tip of your index finger raising slightly as it slid over the sealing wax. You recognized the symbol immediately. Your grandmother had it all over her house, and you’d thought it to be your family’s crest. The wax gave way easily and you pulled the letter out as carefully as you could. Your heart began to race and your breath caught in your throat. The letter was for you! You had been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

You blinked and brought yourself back to reality, the hat seemed to be finishing up his assessment.

“...better make it...Slytherin!”

The table full of students to the far right of the hall erupted in cheer as you walked towards them. You took your seat and after the rest of the first years were sorted into their houses, the Headmaster approached the podium. He raised his hands and without saying a word, the whole room went silent.

“Welcome! Welcome, everyone! It is my great pleasure to start off a new school year with a few minor changes. As many of you know, Gilderoy Lockhart is no longer capable of teaching. It seems a memory charm backfired and he’s lost all memory of who he is. Be that as it may, I am very pleased to announce that our own Severus Snape will be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.”

Your eyes scanned the teachers at the head table and stopped when they landed on a man who looked slightly younger than the others. He stood and nodded ever so slightly before taking his seat again. Your gaze lingered on him as Professor Dumbledore continued on with his speech.

“Thus it’s only fitting that the one and only Professor Horace Slughorn takes Severus’ place as Potions teacher.”

Another professor stood up from the table and smiled as a round of applause reverberated off the walls.

“Now that we’ve determined who will be teaching what subject, I have an additional announcement to make. All students will refrain from entering the forbidden forest. Anyone who isn’t experienced enough to handle themselves will most certainly die a very horrible death. Now, without further interruption, let the feast begin!”

With a wave of his hand, the empty plates filled with a delicious-looking meal. You ate quietly as the other Slytherins talked and carried on. Every so often, you turned to look at the mysterious man with the all-black attire. Mysterious didn’t even begin to describe him. Even though it wasn’t classified as magic, you had always found yourself skilled in reading people.

He looked particularly confident, his shoulder-length, black hair bouncing slightly as he talked amongst the other teachers. There was just something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Was it pain? The very moment you thought the word to yourself, his eyes snapped up to yours. Horrified that you were caught staring, you quickly turned your attention to your plate. Had he read your mind?

Deciding not to dwell on it any longer, you continued eating your meal thinking about the new chapter in your life. Though you didn’t know much about Hogwarts and the world of magic, you did know that this house, in particular, had a bad reputation. Your grandmother was a Ravenclaw, and would sometimes divulge knowledge about the other houses. The one thing you remembered about Slytherin was that its founder believed only certain people should be allowed to attend this school and practice magic.

Purebloods.

You were the farthest thing from being a pureblood. In fact, you were what other witches and wizards would call a Muggle. That was another thing you learned from your grandma. Muggle was a term used to describe someone who had non-magic blood, or the less liked derogatory name, mud-blood. The fork in your left hand scraped across your plate as you pushed your food around aimlessly.

Why on Earth would the sorting hat put you in Slytherin?

Soon, dinner was over and the prefects led the students back to their respective common rooms. You followed the other female students to the girl’s dormitory and found your trunk and owl had already been brought in. Nova chirped and tilted her head when she saw you, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Miss me already, sweetheart? Well, I missed you too.”

The soft feathers on her head slid between your fingers while you talked to her. Even though she didn’t talk back, it was always nice to feel like someone was listening.

You settled on your bed and began drawing in your sketchpad as the other girls in your room talked amongst themselves. Their conversation hardly registered with you, your focus solely on the drawing of Nova you were currently working on. It wasn’t until one of the other girls tapped you on your shoulder that you noticed they were talking to you.

“Hellooo? Were you even listening to us?”

You set your sketch pad next to you on the bed and looked up at the three girls staring at you intently.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t realize you were talking to me. I was um … I was focused on my drawing.”

The girl closest to you rolled her eyes and huffed impatiently.

“I said, why aren’t you eleven like the other first years?”

There it was, the question you knew would be asked eventually. You just didn’t think you’d have to answer it this soon.

“My um… Well, I suppose it’s because my parents hid my acceptance letter from me.”

The one with the blonde hair began to laugh.

“Why that’s absurd. Why anyone would hide a Hogwarts letter from their child is beyond me. Unless… wait… are you, not a pureblood?”

A sudden feeling of shame overtook you and your gaze wandered to your lap, a loose string on your blanket became instantly more interesting.

“I-I… Well, no… I’ve got non-magic parents actually.”

The third girl scoffed. “Daphne, can you believe they let scum like this into our house?”

Blondie, who you presumed to be Daphne, snatched your sketchbook off the bed and tore it in two, and laughed. “Serves her right. Mud-bloods don’t belong in Slytherin.”

She drew her wand and pushed the tip into the skin of your throat making your whole body quake in fear.

“Listen up you vile little wretch, you’d better not lose us any house points if you value your life at all. Understand?”

Tears pricked your eyes as you nodded quickly. “Y-Yes… Yes, I-I understand.”

She removed her wand and the two other girls followed close behind as they left the room. Closing your eyes, you took a few deep breaths trying to slow the rapid beating of your heart. A few minutes later, you let out a shaky breath and began to clean up the remnants of your sketch pad. Luckily, this was a brand new one and Daphne hadn’t torn up anything too valuable.

Once you were finished, you slipped on your shoes and held out your arm to Nova. She chirped happily and sidestepped to your shoulder. Staying in your room anywhere near the other Slytherin girls was the last thing you wanted to do, so you decided to explore the castle grounds a little before bed. After all, it was only Friday night, and classes didn’t start for another two weeks.

The crisp, fall air licked at your skin the moment you stepped out into the courtyard. It felt good to breathe the fresh air and you suspected that Nova felt the same. She immediately took flight and let out a happy screech. Part of you envied her. Being able to soar as high as the clouds away from all the negativity was something you could only dream of doing.

You wandered around the castle grounds until you spotted a hut nestled at the edge of a tree line. The stone exterior and the pointed roof reminded you of the fairytales your parents used to read as bedtime stories when you were little. Light grey smoke billowed out of the chimney and you could faintly hear someone humming. Curiosity got the better of you, and you soon found yourself at the foot of the steps.

Before you could knock, the front door swung open and none other than Hagrid looked down at you.

“Why ‘ello there, lass! Teh what do I owe yeh the pleasure?”

You’d only known him for a few hours, but you could tell that Hagrid had a big heart and good intentions.

“I just needed some fresh air that's all. Things are… a bit much in my house.”

Hagrid studied you as you spoke. It didn’t take a genius to know something was bothering you, and he saw right through the fake smile plastered on your face.

“Why don’t yeh come in fer a spot of tea? I can tell something is troublin’ yeh.”

It became a sort of routine, the evenings you’d spend with the Hogwarts groundskeeper. After Hagrid had learned the way the other Slytherins were treating you, he’d made it clear that you could spend the night in his spare room any time you needed to. You insisted on paying him for his hospitality, but he always refused. All he had ever asked in return was help taking care of the mythical creatures. Most would probably view it as a chore, but you found it extremely therapeutic.

Friday evening before school started, you noticed Hagrid was missing from the teacher’s table. After dinner, you jogged along the path to his house and noticed the lights inside his hut were off.

Hmm...that’s weird, you thought to yourself.

Normally, he’d be making a pot of tea right about now. Tentatively, you walked up the steps and lightly knocked on his door.

“Hagrid? Hey, are you home? It’s Y/N…” You tried the door, and it opened easily. “Hagrid? I’m coming in…”

Fang peeked at you over his paw and yawned lazily. Other than the glow of the fire, nothing showed signs that he was home. As quietly as you could you walked to the back towards his bedroom. There, wrapped up in blankets and looking beyond miserable, was the half-giant himself.

“Oh, Hagrid… what’s the matter? You look like you feel awful.”

He coughed and sneezed a few times before blowing his nose into a hankey. His skin was clammy, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“I’m sick, lass. Yeh shouldn’t come near me if ye know what’s good fer ya.”

Out of instinct you put the underside of your wrist against his forehead and grimaced.

“Hagrid, you’re burning up! Come on! We have to get you to Madame Pomfrey.”

You helped him stand and carefully started to lead him toward the castle. It took nearly fifteen minutes, but finally, you were able to get him to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey motioned to a bed and helped you lay him down. She insisted that she keep him overnight so she could monitor him, but Hagrid was having none of it.

“No! Absolutely not! I can’t stay ‘ere overnight. Who’ll feed Fang an all me other beasts? Buckbeak ain’t the nicest Hippogriff when he’s missed a meal yeh know.”

Your hand came down to cover his as you looked him in the eyes.

“Hagrid, please...stay here and let Madame Pomfrey take care of you. I’ll take care of feeding them tonight, okay? It’s not like I haven’t helped you make your rounds for the past week and a half.”

The groundskeeper sighed with defeat and nodded.

“Alright Y/N, I’ll stay an let yeh take care o’ my pets, but yeh have ta promise me you’ll be careful.”

You gave him a soft smile and stood to smooth out your robes. “Don’t worry, Hagrid. I’ll be quick and efficient just like you taught me. I even made myself a list so I remember which animal eats what as well as where they’re all located. I’ve got this!”

Before he could change his mind, you hurried out of the room and back to his hut to grab what you needed. According to the list, you had five different species to feed tonight. The unicorns, Buckbeak the hippogriff, Fluffy the three-headed dog, the centaurs, and Aragog the acromantula.

None of these mythical beasts ever acted like they were harmful, but they weren’t to be taken lightly either. Not to mention you were with Hagrid every time you’d fed them before. After loading up the bags with their food, you made sure you had your wand before approaching the edge of the forest. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, the shadow from the trees always made the forest dark and a thin layer of mist lingered near the forest floor.

Fluffy was first on your list. His doghouse was about fifty feet within the forest. Brandishing your wand, you cast Lumos Maxima and took the trail to the west. A few minutes later, you could hear light snores echoing off the trees. Making sure you had the three slabs of meat at the ready, you whistled to get the giant beast’s attention.

"Fluffy! I got you some dinner!"

The dog's left head yawned enthusiastically and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright, that's enough sleeping. It's time for some yummy meat!"

The middle head began to growl and bare its teeth at you while the one on the right shook its head back and forth violently.

"There we go, nice and easy…" You slowly got closer and gently set the slabs of meat within his reach before backing off."

You stuck around long enough to make sure he saw the food and then walked north towards the part of the forest where unicorns made their homes. It surprised you to learn that they preferred witches over wizards. Hagrid had told you that they were very fast, so much so that they could outrun a werewolf.

Instead of trying to seek them out, he set up feed pails around their homes and filled them with food. As you were filling the pails, you saw a golden blur out of the corner of your eye. It startled you at first, but then you remembered Hagrid telling you that unicorn fouls were gold in color.

Staying completely still, you waited until it poked its head out from behind the tree.

"Hi, sweetheart. You want some food?"

At the mention of food, the foul whinnied and slowly approached your outstretched hand. It broke your heart that these beautiful creatures were nearly extinct. You gave light scratches to the tufts of fur behind its ears, the serene moment nearly making you forget where you were.

After hand-feeding the baby for a few minutes, you quickly filled the rest of the pails before heading towards the centaurs. Hagrid always made sure you remembered how proud the centaur breed was. They didn't like to be classified as "beasts" along with thestrals, merfolk, or werewolves. They also ate both human and equine food.

It was a good thing you remembered to grab both types. You didn't want to upset them at all, let alone do so without Hagrid around to protect you. As you approached their den, a familiar face came to greet you.

"Good evening, Y/N."

Firenze stood tall as he looked down at you, his unwavering gaze making you a bit nervous.

"H-Hey! Sorry, it took me a bit to get here. Hagrid isn't feeling well, and I had to take him to the hospital wing."

The creature nodded and uncrossed his arms.

"That's quite alright. I see you brought my colony dinner."

You offered a smile and held out two big knapsacks of food. "I did! I wasn't sure what you would prefer so I came bearing a variety of things...I-I hope that's okay."

Firenze chuckled and placed one of his large hands on your shoulder. "That's very kind of you, Y/N. Please give Hagrid my best. I do hope he recovers quickly."

With a nod and a wave, you watched him until he was out of sight.

Adjusting the bag on your shoulder, you turned east and walked in the direction of the area Buckbeak frequented. You’d come to love the Hippogriff ever since Hagrid introduced you to him. It only took you about five minutes to navigate the trail before you could hear the excited bleats coming from a group of trees. Making sure to stop the moment you crested the hill, you made eye contact with Buckbeak and bowed low.

The Hippogriff turned and tilted its head momentarily and then bowed in return. You took the dead ferrets out of the bag and tossed them in the air for him to catch. When you ran out he nudged the side of your face and chirped happily.

“Yes, I love you too, Beaky. You’re a good boy!”

Kissing his beak sweetly, you bade him goodnight and walked south toward the heart of the forest. Time to feed the final species on your list.

Aragog.

Even though they were capable of human speech, acromantulas were the one beast you had a fear of. As you approached Aragog’s lair, hundreds of tiny spiders crawled on the ground next to you. Taking a few deep breaths to compose yourself, you crept into the pitch-black den with your senses on high alert. At the heart of it sat the beast himself.

“Who dares to come into my home?”

With a shaky hand, you reached into your bag and quickly pulled out a dead fox as an offering.

“A-Aragog? It’s um…it’s Y/N, the one who has been coming with Hagrid to feed you. I have umm… I have some birds and foxes for you.”

The large arachnid stalked closer to you, its eyes like black holes as it seemed to stare into your soul.

“Yes… the young fleshy girl who claims to be a friend of Hagrid. Tell me, where is my keeper? What have you done to him?”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and your fight or flight instincts began to kick in.

“I-I-I didn’t do anything to him. He… he isn’t feeling well and I told him I’d come and bring you dinner…”

You hadn’t realized you were backing up until your heel caught a crooked root poking through the ground. Pain shot through your ankle as you fell against the floor of the den. Aragog clicked his fangs together and you flinched as his voice boomed around you angrily.

“I don’t believe you! I’ve known Hagrid for over fifty years, and not once has he missed a feeding!”

As graceful as your sprained ankle would allow, you scrambled to your feet and dumped the dead birds and foxes on the ground in front of you.

“H-Here’s your food… I… I’m just gonna go…”

The venom from his fangs began to drip on the ground as he moved even closer to you.

“Go? Oh, I don’t think so, friend of Hagrid. Those foxes and birds may sate my son's and daughter's hunger, but they won't satisfy me."

Ignoring the throb in your injured foot, you clambered out of the den as fast as you could. Branches swatted you in the face as you sprinted toward Hagrid's hut. Aragog was hot on your heels as the castle grounds became more and more visible. Just a few more feet and you'd be safe.

A rotted tree trunk caught your eye, but it was too late for you to avoid it. You hit the ground with a sickening thud, your wrist that broke your fall was surely broken. Turning to face the fastly approaching acromantula, you pleaded for him to stop.

"Aragog, please! ….I...I didn't do anything to Hagrid… please don't hurt me!"

The giant spider loomed over you, its fangs clicking together violently.

"Goodbye, friend of Hagrid…"

You let out a blood-curdling scream as its pincers tore into your flesh, the moonlight fading away until you slipped into unconsciousness.

Nights were usually the time Severus took to think. It was his free time, save for the occasional disobedient student wandering the corridors. He'd just walked past the open courtyard when a small owl flew down to land on his shoulder.

"Get off me you insolent bird!"

It let out a screech and circled him before settling on his other arm.

"Merlin’s beard, what is it that you want?!"

Just as he was about to send it away, he noticed a small charm bracelet attached to the owl's left leg. Curious, he cast Lumos and read the inscription.

Name: Nova Jane

Property of: Y/F/N Y/L/N

"I see...you're the property of the new Slytherin girl. Go on then! Go back to the dormitory."

Nova nipped at the buttons on his sleeve and screeched loudly. Just as Severus was about to scare it off, your scream echoed throughout the castle grounds.

"Take me to her! Now!"

Nova took flight and soared in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Severus ran as quickly as he could, his robes flowing behind him like a cape. His heart thundered against his chest as he broke through the treeline.

The moment he saw Hagrid's acromantula towering over you, he drew his wand and aimed for its head.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The spell sent Aragog catapulting backward, its body falling lifeless against the base of a large tree.

Seeing you lying there motionless made his blood run cold.

"Oh, Merlin…no no no..."

He sank down in the mud and put two fingers against your neck, a breath of relief falling from his lips when a faint pulse fluttered against them. His eyes scanned your body, worry prickling his skin at the number of deep cuts you had. He knew you wouldn't survive if he didn't act now.

With a shaky hand, he pointed his wand to the deep gash in your abdomen.

"Vulnera sanentur…"

A glow illuminated from it and within seconds it was as if the wound never existed. He did the same for the other large wounds as well as your wrist and ankle before lifting you into his arms. He may have stopped the bleeding, but you still had the acromantula's venom flowing freely in your veins. He only had a few minutes to reverse the toxins.

Closing his eyes, he apparated to his sleeping chambers and gently laid you on his bed. Severus worked quickly to mix up the antivenom. Once it was mixed properly, he used a syringe to inject it into all of your main arteries.

It became a waiting game. You'd lost a lot of blood, nearly too much, and all Severus could do now was hope you'd wake up. He found himself pacing, checking your pulse every so often to make sure you were still breathing. Eventually, the adrenaline in his body wore off, and it made him realize how tired he was.

He shed his robe, toed his shoes off, and with a snap of his fingers, a fire began to crackle and pop in the fireplace. He sat and pondered to himself. What was he supposed to do with you? It wasn't like he could take you to Madame Pomfrey now. Not after he'd healed you the best he could. Plus, he was sure the other Hogwarts staff would question him on why he took you back to his chambers. Honestly, he wasn't even sure why he'd done it. He acted on pure instinct.

His gaze wandered over to where you were laying. Severus felt himself relax upon seeing your chest rise and fall. He'd done it. He'd saved you. His eyes began to get heavy as he listened to your soft breathing. Unable to stay awake any longer, he let sleep consume him.

The smell of tea filled your nostrils as you tried to recall where you were. Last night's events flooded your mind and your eyes immediately snapped open.

Scanning the room, your brows furrowed in confusion. This wasn't the hospital wing, and it definitely wasn't Hagrid's. You sat up, your back against the headboard, and scanned your exposed skin. Other than a few bruises, there wasn't any sign of injury on you at all. Had it all been a dream?

The sound of the door opening brought you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened at the sight of your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher carrying a teacup and saucer.

"Oh, you're up. Good." He strode over and set the cup down on the nightstand next to you. "Drink this. It'll help you feel better."

You blinked up at him, your eyes staring into his obsidian ones. Even though he wore a scowl ninety percent of the time, your professor wasn't bad looking. In fact, you found him quite attractive. His form-fitting robes with all those buttons and his confidence drew you in almost immediately.

It was then that you remembered he'd spoken to you. Forcing your brain to form words, you stuttered out a response.

"I...um…th-thank you, Professor…"

His stone-faced expression didn't waver as he sat down on the comforter next to you.

"Why, Y/N? Why would you put yourself in danger like that?! You could have been killed! Merlin, if it wasn't for your insolent bird, you would have been!"

You focused on your lap, your cheeks red with shame.

"M'sorry… I was just t-trying to help Hagrid fe-"

You slapped your hand over your mouth and internally cursed yourself. Hagrid made you promise not to tell anyone you were helping him, and here you've almost told none other than Professor Snape!

"Go on…"

Shaking your head, you moved to get off the bed.

"I… I can't… Thank you for saving me, Professor. I'll just be going…"

His firm hand came to rest on your thigh and with little force, he pushed you back down onto the bed.

"Listen to me, Y/N. I'm your Head of House. Either you tell me what you were doing in that forest, or I'll make you tell me."

The demand in his tone sent shivers down your spine. It really should be a sin to have a voice like his.

"I-I...um…"

Severus rolled his eyes and stood to walk across the room. He came back with a vial, with a small amount of liquid in the bottom.

"Know what this is?"

You shook your head.

"This is Veritaserum. Three drops of this, and it'll make you spill your darkest...of secrets…"

You watched as he poured the small amount of liquid into a glass of butterbeer.

"Drink…"

Instead of obeying his orders you grabbed the teacup off the saucer and swallowed its contents.

"Thank you, Professor, but I’m no longer thirsty and I don't like butterbeer."

For the first time since you arrived at Hogwarts, his lips gave a hint of a smile.

"It's no matter. What do you suppose I did with the rest of the serum, hm?"

All the color drained from your face, your mouth opening and closing like you were a fish out of water.

"The tea…"

Your professor chuckled, "Yes, the tea. Now, tell me, what were you doing in the Forbidden Forest after curfew?"

You couldn't stop them. It was as if you were possessed. The words came flowing out of you on their own accord.

"I was helping Hagrid feed his mythical creatures. He's in the infirmary sick and I offered to do it so he didn't have to."

Severus narrowed his eyes. "How long have you been doing this?"

You swallowed thickly. “Since the first day of school. Some of the other Slytherin girls were bullying me so I went for a walk. It was then that I formally met Hagrid. He offered me his spare bedroom, and I’ve been sleeping there ever since…”

He rose to his feet and began pacing again, his hands behind his back. “And he lets you stay...for free?”

“I can stay as long as I help him tend to the mythical creatures that live in the forest. He taught me everything he knows and I help him with feedings.”

Severus stopped and turned to face you. “Did you ever think of coming to me for help with the bullying? I am the Head of Slytherin you know.”

Oh, how you wished you could hold back the words threatening to escape. No matter how hard you tried, it was no use.

“I was too nervous to come to you, Professor.”

He raised an eyebrow, his hands fidgeting out in front of him. He knew his presence intimidated most of the children attending Hogwarts, but he decided to use this to his advantage.

“Obviously...And why, do you suppose, I make you so nervous, Y/N?”

“I suppose it’s because I’m in love with you.”

Your response came out just above a whisper, but he still heard every word. Out of every scenario in his mind, Severus did not expect you, a young woman, to say that. For a rare moment in his life, he was rendered speechless. It took him a moment to collect himself, but once he did he noticed your face was buried in your hands. Merlin, help him, you were crying and it was all his fault.

He slowly moved to where you were laying and sat down so he was at your level. Without giving it any thought, he pulled you into his chest and began rubbing small circles on your back to soothe you.

“Merlin, what was I thinking? I shouldn’t have forced the truth out of you like that. Please...forgive me.”

You clutched at his robes and moved your tear-filled eyes to his.

“I forgave you the moment it happened, Professor.”

A few silent moments passed between the two of you and he continued to hold your gaze. Severus was the first to move. Ever so slowly, he leaned down to capture your lips.

His mouth melded with yours perfectly, and he didn’t stop until his lungs demanded it. Your eyes closed, your forehead coming to rest against his.

“Professor I-”

He silenced you with another chaste kiss. “Severus…Call me Severus, Y/N.”

“Please Severus…make love to me.”

His resolve broke the moment the plea fell from your lips. Severus gently laid you back and gently rid you of your tattered robes. His calloused hands slid over your smooth skin making your breath hitch. He peppered kisses down into the crook of your neck, his path moving to the space between your breasts.

“S-Severus...please…need you…”

He nipped playfully at your jaw and sat up slightly to take his shirt off.

“Patience, Y/N… I’ll take care of you.”

Once he was bare before you he made his way between your legs. His touch was tentative, his fingertips brushing your folds gingerly. He circled your clit making you arch off the bed.

“Oh, Merlin!... Fuck!”

Severus chuckled and slid two of his fingers inside you curling them upwards.

“Bloody hell, you’re soaked, Y/N…”

He easily found the sensitive spot inside of you, the coil in your core winding tighter and tighter with each passing second.

“Please! Oh…shit… Se-Severus! M’gonna cum… please… please make me cum!”

His cock twitched at your words, precum leaking from the tip.

“Let go, Y/N...cum for me…”

With a cry of his name, you fell over the edge. Your chest heaved as you pulled him up for a heated kiss.

“Need you, Sev. Need you inside me. Please…”

As carefully as he could, Severus lined himself up and pushed into you.

“Merlin, you’re so tight!”

His thrusts were steady and his kisses were fervent as he made love to you.

“Oh, fuck! Sev! Oh, you’re so good… so good, baby…”

Both of you wanted it to last, but it was clear you both needed the release more.

“Y/N, I won’t last much longer like this… you feel amazing...so amazing.”

You slid your fingers through his thick hair and pulled his mouth down to yours. “Cum with me, Severus…”

A moment later, both of you soared into bliss together. His lips rested against your own and his body shook as he spilled into you, your walls clenching around his cock. Severus was spent as he settled behind you, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist.

“Y/N, I need to know you’re okay with this...with us…”

Threading your fingers with his, you planted a sweet kiss on the back of his hand.

“Severus, our love may be forbidden, but I’d choose you no matter what it cost me. I’ll take you as you are. Your highs, your lows, all of it. I’ll love you until my last breath.”

He turned you in his arms and cupped your cheek.

“I never thought I’d ever love another. Not after Lily, but seeing you in the forest like that sparked something in me. Something I haven’t felt for nearly fourteen years. I’ll spend forever protecting and loving you.

As your eyes grew heavy, you felt a new sense of worth. Coming to Hogwarts was something you’d only dreamed of growing up. The moment you found your acceptance letter, you knew your life would change. You never thought you’d find someone to love here, but for once you were happy, and that’s all you’d ever wanted.

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i’ve been craving this for ages and finally decided to request upon it!!

stray kids x little sister reader (she’s about 17/18) she has been having a secret relationship with one of her school teachers called Mr. Kang (name inspo from song kang) and she has a “sleepover” arranged with her friend for a week.. on day 3 the boys went for a group walk and saw y/ns friend with her family but without y/n. The boys go over and find out that you were never staying with her.. They check your location after panicking only to realise it’s your teacher Mr. Kang’s house. They log into your computer and find all the messages between Kang and you. They are infuriated, when you return back.. let’s just say it’s hell reincarnated.

Thank you daddy- I mean Mr.Kang.

Part one.

"We can't keep doing this.." she whispered through her heavy breathes. Her skirt was slowly riding up her thigh as her pink laced panties were slowly being exposed.

Her face was red due to the heat from the make out session she was just in. Her shirt now unbuttoned halfway exposing her bra.

"What do you mean baby," he whispered in her ear as his hands slowly wondered around her body. "Jump for me princess,"

She wasn't thinking at all. The thought of being pleasured by him was all she could think about. Her legs wrapped around his torso as he slowly put her on top of the desk, knocking down books and papers to the floor.

"My brothers are gonna find out about us soon Mr.Kang. They'll kill me-"

"Shhh, we'll worry about that later bunny," he hushed her while slowly unzipping her skirt.

"Mr.Kang just- uhm," a moan escaped her mouth as his lips made contact with her sensitive skin. She was a mess. Her hair was everywhere and the hickeys that she received from a few hours ago were on display.

She felt good. She loved him. She loved being with him. She loved every moment with him but it was so wrong. Their relationship was so wrong. It had been 3 months. They had been going for 3 months and she still wasn't caught. It was baffling.

Their relationship only began during summer. She had no idea that he would end up being her teacher. They had met at one of the concerts the boys were doing. He had come with his friends and he really didn't want to go but his friends had convinced him too and when he set his eyes on her, he couldn't look away. She was beautiful and he knew he wanted her.

"Do you feel-" his deep voice was interrupted by a loud knocking. Y/n's eyes widen as she jumped off the desk and started to fix herself.

"Who is it?" He called as he too tried to fix himself.

"Mr.Kang? It's Chan. Y/n's brother," a familiar voice replied. He looked over at her small body and saw she had managed to get herself together quite quickly and started to collect her books.

"Come in!"

The door opened and a happy looking Chan walked in. His face was glowing and his hair was covered with a beanie meaning he had just come from the studio.

He quickly said a quick hello before helping Y/n grab her bag. "I hope you guys had a good study session. Thank you so much for watching her Sir," he thanks the older man.

"Oh, you don't need to thank me. She was an Angel and I hope, with all the studying we've done, she'll pass the next quiz," he had a smirk on his face. A smirk Y/n hated. He knew what he was doing.

"Well, I'll make sure to make her study more. Other than that. Have a good weekend," Chan gave him one last smile before waving goodbye and leaving the room with Y/n right behind her.

"Why do you look so red?" Chan asked when they got into the car. He had been watching and analyzing her for the past 5 minutes. "Do you not feel well?" He asked.

"No Channie, it was just really hot in there and I've been studying for hours," she sighed and played with her skirt.

"Oh, makes sense. Do you wanna eat something? We can stop for some hotpot-"

"No actually, I'm really tired Oppa. Maybe later in the evening?"

"Yeah that sounds fine, we can go with the boys," he replied and got his phone out of his pocket to text the family group chat.

They had a family group chat because once when they were traveling for one of their tours, I.N and Han thought it would be a good idea to disappear from the group which led them to missing their flight and Chan was so mad he made sure to make a group chat for whenever they had to split up.

Y/n looked out the window. The past few hours running through her mind. The thoughts making her feel wet under there as she thought about the way Mr.Kang would touch her, make her feel good, make her feel like-

One message:

Come over to mines tomorrow. Sleepover😘

The butterflies in her stomach started to dance once again. Her tummy doing somersaults making her feel all giddy and excited.

"Oppa? Can I go to Franchesca's tomorrow for a sleepover?" She looked over at her brother.

"Again? You've been going over there so much! We barley get time with you," he pouted earning a chuckle from Y/n.

"It's just for one night, I'll be back in the morning and we can hangout. All of us,"

He didn't look convinced but yet again, who was he to say no? This was his little sister. Their only girl in the family.

"Fine but make sure to tell Leeknow. You know how he gets," he shrugged and turned back his phone.

"Okay okay! Thank you, thank you," she giggled and jumped on him while kissing him all over his face.

"Okay okay, enough," he playfully rolled his eyes and raffled her hair.

Her night consisted of watching the boys do practice and have a big fat nap on the couch as they figured out the music part of it all. This was a routine most of the times after school. One of the boys would pick her up and then she would come over to the JYP building and watch the boys practice or record they even made her her own little corner in the 3 racha studio where she could do her homework and decorate it is much as she wanted to.

They really did love their little sister.

"Okay shall we go?" Han asked her since he was the last one closing up the studio. All the other boys were already down stairs waiting for them.

She grabbed her sweater and nodded, "yeah let's go jisung, I'm hungry," she groaned and carried her bag on one shoulder.

He chuckled and locked the doors and quickly made their way downstairs.

When they arrived at the restaurant and started to eat. Chan brought up the sleepover which leeknow was not so happy about.

"I don't, I just don't like them. I don't like their lifestyle and you've been over there too much jagi," he explained as he picked up the chopsticks.

"Please leeknow, she literally comes over all the time,"

"Yeah I know but I don't have a good feeling about this weekend, my older brother instincts are tingling," he looked over at the other boys trying to get some support.

"She'll be gone for one night Hyung, just let her go," Changbin backs her up. He thought about it for a bit before finally agreeing but only on one condition.

"You have to call me when you get there and I have to speak to her parents,"

Busted.

She giggled nervously before nodding, "Ofcourse min, I will. I promise," she played with her ring. A thing she only does when she's nervous and from the corner of Hyunjin's eyes, he noticed instantly and he knew for a fact something fishy was going on.

"So this sleepover...is it just the two of you?" Hyunjin asked while taking a sip from his cocktail.

"Yeah it will be, we're thinking of watching a movie-"

"What movie?" He cut her off quickly. "And what time will you leave tomorrow?"

"Hyung, chill. What's going on?" Han laughed and shoved him a little.

"Nothing...just curious," he shrugged and lifted one eyebrow. The restaurant was a bit empty and the service was good so when the waitress interrupted their conversation by giving them their bill she was so thankful because the conversation was no forgotten about.

"I just know it Changbin, I know she's lying about something," Hyunjin was pacing back and forth in the living room. Half the house was asleep and most of the boys were in their rooms.

Hyunjin and Changbin had decided to stay up and watch a movie. Leaving them alone in the living room.

"Why do you think she would lie about a sleepover Jinnie? I mean surely she wouldn't lie to us about that,"

"But Changbin, you know how suspicious she's been acting. Always over at Franchesca's. Staying for after school activities. Always coming home late. Changbin it's obvious she's doing something behind our backs,"

"Have you talked of Chan about it?" He asked while slowly taking a sip out of his mug.

"No, I just thought about it while we were at dinner. I need solid proof because if I tell Chan, he'll go absolutely crazy,"

"You're right, maybe we can check her phone while she's sleeping or something," Changbin suggested.

"Do you know her password?"

"No but she keeps it in her journal and I know where that is-"

"Her journal! Changbin that's it! We need to read her journal. Maybe she put down what she's doing in there," he whisper-shouted.

"Are you crazy?!" He whispered back, "that's like intruding her privacy Hyunjin! What if we don't find anything at all then it'll be a waste and she'll be mad,"

"I know I'm not wrong Binnie! I can feel it,"

"I hope you're right because if she finds out, we'll be the worst brothers of the century," he sighed and massaged his temples.

"Make sure to call if you need anything, okay?" Leeknow gave her assurance as he kissed her goodbye.

"And don't eat anything your not used too or don't know about!" Chan added and gave her a hug.

"I won't Oppa," she giggled and waved goodbye as she made her way to the car where the driver awaited her.

Once they saw the car drive away everyone disappeared doing their own thing while Hyunjin and Chan where on a mission. A big mission.

They went straight to her room and started looking for a journal.

"This feels so wrong," Changbin said as he opened and closed drawers.

"I know Hyung but we have too," he replied quickly and looked through her closet. It was long until they found out and it actually made Hyunjin laugh at the fact that their little sister sucked when it came to hiding her stuff from them.

"I found it!" He yelped and pulled out the book. It was old and quite beaten up but that didn't matter at all. Hyunjin made sure to remind himself to buy her a new one later.

"Okay! What does it say? What does it say?!" Changbin shrieked excitedly.

They sat on her bed and started to go through the book. Page by page by page. It was hours and hours reading boring things about highschool and boys and drama.

Hyunjin was about to run mad but Changbin was eating all the drama up. He was actually impressed at how interesting their little sisters life was.

"We're never going to find anything!" Hyunjin groaned when he looked at the time.

"I mean we can skip the parts? When did she start acting suspicious?"

"I'll say like 2-3 months ago, I don't know! What do you think?"

"I think it started during summer," Changbin commented.

"Then let's go look from there," Hyunjin started to skip the pages until finally.

September 27th 2023.

“….and we’re going to be making cookies. I just really hope everything goes well and my brothers don’t find out about this. Wish me luck!” Hyunjin slammed the book shut after finishing the last sentence.

He looked up at the boys who were listening to everything. His blood was boiling as he looked over at Changbin who was equally as angry.

They were shocked and traumatized.

What the hell was Y/n thinking?

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iamjucie · 2 months

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Pet (18+) pt. 1 of 4

photo credit: @yabishrihere

Ascended Astarion x f!reader

Chapter One: Thinking

Summary: You have been the Vampire Lord Astarion Ancunín's Dark Consort for as long as you can remember. You don't remember much of your life before this undead life you live, but you do know you have a purpose. Obey.

WARNINGS: Smut, Extremely dubious consent, Mind control/manipulation, Orgasm control, Abusive relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Physical Abuse

I do not say this lightly- Astarion is evil in this. This is an extremely toxic relationship. You have been warned!

(AO3 Link)

You are sitting in the lavish master chamber of the ornate palace you call home. Gazing into your reflection in the vanity mirror combing your unnaturally long black hair, getting lost in thought. It’s really all there is to do when Master Astarion is away on extended business trips like this.

It does help, too, that before he left he told you to think of him while he was gone. It was a command. So you obey. And you think.

You’ve been the Dark Consort of the Crimson Palace for you don't know how long. Time started to blend together around the first century of your undead life. Around that time, you had suspicions that Astarion may be dulling your mind with his power over you.

Yes- that’s right. You began questioning him about when he would grant you a drop of his blood like he said. That’s when-

Suddenly, your mind falls blank.

Wait…What were you thinking about again?

Right. Astarion. Your beloved Master who has taken care of you in all ways. You have everything you can ever imagine. You are so happy here.

You know somewhere in your mind that you were once a very powerful, talented Cleric reigning from Nimbral. Before you were the hero of Baldur’s Gate, you spent your time traveling The Forgotten Realms tending to the sick and needy. A mere blimp in your immortal lifetime. And feigns in comparison to what you do now as the consort to the Vampire Ascendant.

“Hero of Baldur’s Gate” rings in your mind for a moment. A title that hasn’t been used in reference to you in lifetimes. You almost forgot you had a life before the Crimson Palace. Before Cazador saw that Astarion was a far more suitable candidate for the rite of Profane Ascension than he. A life before you and Astarion took down the all powerful Netherbrain, saving Baldur’s Gate from impending doom.

You believe there were others there with you, but the memory of their faces is dull. You used to write letters to them behind Astarion’s back, you recall. Once he caught you doing it, they dissipated from your thoughts. He began limiting you from contacting those outside the palace walls after that. He said he was protecting you from yourself. That they no one cared for you like he does.

And he is right. He is the only one who knows what is best for you. Damn, you lost your train of thought again.

You were reminiscing…

Yes that’s right- when you and Astarion single handedly took down the Netherbrain, you were a very independent person. Did everything alone and didn’t answer to anyone. What a fool you were, to think you can exist without someone to serve. Without him. To think you can survive alone. You’re happy you’ve learned your lesson. Master is a wonderful teacher, after all.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the multitude of locks on the chamber door being undone and jump to your feet. You brush your hands down your sheer red nightgown, smoothing out any imperfections before you're finally where you belong. In the gaze of your beloved master. You tremble at the thought of being in his vicinity again.

The door swings open revealing the magnificent form of a man that you have the honor of belonging to. He’s well kept with the most extravagant of garb, ornately decorated with the finest of gold beading and elaborate designs positioned in a way that compliments his flawless physique perfectly.

Your master begins to saunter into the bedroom where you are awaiting his arrival.

“There’s my perfect pet.” Astarion says as he approaches you with a predatory intent visible on his face.

He is expectant. And right to be. Your connection as master and spawn grants him full, unadulterated access to you. Your mind and body, his to command and compel at all times. And compel he did. During the entirety of his business trip he planted the seeds of lust into your mind. What he wants to do to you, what positions he will have you in, what he will have you do to him. All engraved in your mind like a mantra. A prayer to your dark God.

All along with the command to not pleasure yourself and not to orgasm until he commands it. You had no choice but to obey. But it was fine, this is all the routine at this point.

The first few times he had done this dance to you, you had been angry. You had been furious at him for putting you through such agonizing pain. You saw it as torture then. How adorably ignorant you once were.

No, this is no torture. He is doing it for you. He is but preparing you for him-the way in which you belong.

His slender hands graze your hips and his touch sends an electric bolt through your undead frame so strong that it draws a moan from your mouth.

“Tsk..” Astarion looks down onto you with an exaggerated face of pity “Seems I may have left you basking in my absence for a touch too long. If a brush through fabric is enough to have you scream for me, that is.”

You feel a wave of shame rush over you. Gods, how stupid could you be. You're pathetic for such a shameless display of your desperation. The feeling that you may have disappointed your master has made you feel like you deserve to be in the lesson room for at least a tenday.

Astarion places his hand under your chin, gently directing your gaze into his eyes. “That's exactly the way I want you. You are perfect. So very eager. And…” he moves his grip from your hips to graze the outside of your folds, “...oh so ready for me.”

He was right. You were drenched beyond comprehension, your fluids one more touch away from dripping down your legs. Having your master’s approval sends a wave of euphoria through you. One that no potion, no charm spell, no mushroom spore from the darkest of the underdark, could grant. How lucky are you. Your master is so kind to allow you such a feeling. You almost feel satiated. Almost.

“Oh Master, how I’ve missed you so.” you cry out, almost sobbing.

He moves his hand from your heat to the small of your back and the other to the back of your head, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Shh…” he coos, gently scratching your scalp. You start to sob into his shoulder. So overwhelmed with emotion that the only way to express it is to cry.

“Pet if you keep this up I might start to feel bad for you.” he scoffs while still holding you. “I love to hear you cry for me, but this seems a bit pathetic. Don’t you think so, dearest?”

“I-I know I’m-” you pull back and put your hands on your face. Partially to wipe your tears and partially to hide your embarrassment from him. “I’m sorry, Master.”

Astarion lets out a hearty laugh that makes you feel meek for a moment. “Darling, it’s okay! It’s not like you can help it.” he says as he makes his way to the bed.

You are confused but ultimately so overjoyed by the presence of your beloved that you don’t pay mind to it. Instead you focus on following him to the bed you share.

You watch in awe as he unbuttons and removes his coat to lay lazily on the mattress. He pats the unoccupied side of the sheets granting you permission to join him and your feet make their way to the bed. You lay on your side next to him, admiring his beautiful features. Thinking how lucky you are to belong to such a glorious creature as him.

He settles himself in, propped up into a seated position by the lushest, plushest pillows gold could grant.

“Okay darling, are you ready to show me how good you were in my absence?”

Your eyes light up and the underlying heat in your core grows exponentially. You nod with the enthusiasm of someone starved being offered a feast. You jump off the bed and begin to take off your nightgown.

“Not so fast,” your body freezes in place, limbs unable to move. “I don’t recall saying you could strip for me, little one. I thought you would have learned to behave by now…”

He’s right. You would have learned to behave, if that was what he wanted of you. You tried that once, toward the beginning of your undead life. Obeyed and did not do anything without permission. You did what he says he expects from you. You learned quickly that he doesn’t always mean the things he says. He began to grow bored of you. His business trips were far longer during the time of your complete obedience. You’ve fine tuned your behavior to be just the way he wants. Even if that entails enduring punishments. It’s worth it for his attention.

“Get back on the bed, pet. I decide what pace we move at, not you”

You hesitate, testing the waters of how he wants you to be. What kind of mood is he in tonight? Does he want you to be playful and a tease? Does he want you obedient?

His gaze remains on you, as you stay halted in your tracks.

“Now.” his eyes glow slightly with the increase of power over you. He entered your mind and you feel a sense of warmth over your thoughts, compelling you back to your previous position.

Obedient it is.

Next chapter: Boots

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hjparisian · 5 months

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always yours-harry j potter x reader

p: harry j potter x fem! reader w: TW !!! toxic relationship, abuse, fluff ending, cussing, not proof read summary: harry and (y/n) come across each other a bit after the war and reconnect. a/n: another request from a lovely follower! so sorry this is so late. i haven't had motivation to write and couldn't figure out what to even write. if any of you guys are in an abusive relationship, please try to reach out to someone! i know it's better said than done but you all deserve the best.

The light breeze felt perfect to (Y/N). It was her day off of work from the Ministry today, so (Y/N) decided to use this day for herself to relax. Merlin knows that her work and her boyfriend has her feeling drained.

(Y/N) had just exited Flourish and Blotts, nose in one of the new books she bought. Her focus was disrupted when she bumped into a large figure, making her drop her book.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, I should've been looking where I was going," (Y/N) said to the person as she went to pick up her book but someone else grabbed it first.

"Oh it's alright, no worries," a familiar voice said to her.

(Y/N) looked up to the person handing her her book back.

"Wait, H-Harry?"

"(Y/N)?"

The girl was in shock. In front of her was her old friend and former crush, Harry Potter. The last time they've seen each other was at the Battle of Hogwarts. Though she had returned to Hogwarts for her eighth year, Harry did not.

"What are you doing here?" (Y/N) asked the man.

"I was just grabbing some stuff for school."

"School?"

"Yeah," Harry said. "I'm teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."

"That's amazing Harry!" (Y/N) said to him. "I mean you were the best at the class. Plus you were such an amazing teacher when you taught Dumbledore's Army so it doesn't surprise me."

"Thanks, (Y/N). And what are you doing?"

"Oh, I just came from Flourish and Blotts. It's my day off from the Ministry and I was looking for new books."

"Well," Harry says. "What else do you have planned for today?"

"Honestly, nothing else."

"Do you want to come over to my place?" Harry asked her. "I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to. I was just hoping we could catch up maybe?"

"I would love to," (Y/N) said without a second thought.

Harry and (Y/N) exited the Leaky Cauldron and apparated to Harry's place. It was an apartment not too far from London. Harry unlocked the door and let (Y/N) enter.

It was a rather simple but clean apartment. There were a couple photos on the walls from Harry's years at Hogwarts. One that caught (Y/N)'s eye was a picture of Dumbledore's Army during their fifth year. Harry was in the middle of the photo and (Y/N) somehow had a spot right next to Harry.

"Bring back memories, huh?" Harry said as he stood behind her.

"Yeah. I still remember the first meeting." (Y/N) said. "I wanted to punch Zacharias in the face."

Harry laughed at your comment. "Me too, but he did come around."

Harry guided (Y/N) to the couch in his living room.

"Did you want anything to drink?" Harry asked her. "I got water, butterbeer, firewhiskey."

"Some butterbeer please."

Harry left to the kitchen and returned with two bottles of butter beer, handing one to (Y/N).

"So, how are Hermione and Ron?"

"They're good. They got engaged recently."

"Really?" (Y/N) said in awe. "That's wonderful! I remember talking with Hermione about Ron back in sixth year. Finally got her to admit her feelings for him."

Harry nodded his head, grinning at the memories. "They were both too stubborn to realize it."

(Y/N) nodded before taking a sip of the butterbeer. "What about you Harry? You were with Ginny last I heard."

"I was but not anymore." (Y/N) had a shocked look on her face. "We broke up a while back."

"Really? And Ron hasn't killed you?" (Y/N) asked.

Harry chuckled a bit. "It was actually Ginny who ended it. It was mutual so no bad blood between us."

"That's good then."

A question had been burning on the back of Harry's mind. Thankfully, they were on the topic of it.

"What about you? Are you with anyone?"

(Y/N) set down the bottle she was holding before she answered. "I am actually."

Harry felt his heart drop a bit. "Who is it?"

(Y/N) started messing with the hem of her top, feeling a bit nervous. "Do you remember Cormac McLaggen? He tried out for keeper our sixth year."

For some reason, Harry felt his heart crumble a bit. That bloke Cormac is with (Y/N)? Those two couldn't be anymore different. How could that troll earn her love?

"Harry?"

(Y/N)'s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Are you alright Harry? You were zoning out a bit," (Y/N) pointed out.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine. I remember him, bit of a jerk from what I remember in sixth year." Harry said. "Is Cormac good to you?"

(Y/N) avoided eye contact and kept messing with her shirt. "Oh yeah. I mean we have a few arguments here and there, but he means well. Do you mind bringing another bottle of butterbeer please?"

Harry nodded before getting up to the kitchen again. He didn't necessarily believe (Y/N), but he wasn't going to prod on their relationship.

The two had been enjoying reconnecting. Harry told (Y/N) stories from his first year teaching at Hogwarts, one including how a third year girl sent him a singing card on Valentine's Day. (Y/N) also told Harry about her job at the Ministry and how her coworker spilt coffee on Kingsley Shacklebolt's robes.

(Y/N) looked at the clock on the nearby wall to see that it was a quarter past twelve am. She couldn't believe that she's been talking to Harry for this long. She had to get home.

"Hey Harry, I have to get going," (Y/N) told the man sitting next to her.

Harry looked at the clock to also see how late it was. "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize the time."

"It's quite alright Harry, I had a wonderful time with you anyways."

"Will you be apparating home?" Harry asks her. "Don't want you to head home by yourself if you aren't."

"Yes, I am. You don't need to worry," she said to him. "Besides, I know a few spells thanks to a certain Gryffindor."

Harry smiled a bit, knowing she was referring to him.

"I'll see you later Harry," (Y/N) said while handing him a paper.

The girl disapperated, returning to her home.

Harry unfolded the paper, which revealed some numbers. It was (Y/N)'s phone number. Right under it, she left a small message.

Call me! :)

The next morning, (Y/N) woke up to hearing noises coming from the kitchen. She put on a sweater and walked out to find her boyfriend Cormac cooking.

"Good morning," he said to her.

"Morning," she said.

"Thought I'd make us breakfast before you go to work," said Cormac. "Also where were you last night? You got home pretty late."

"I was catching up with an old friend."

Cormac hummed before asking her the dreaded question. "Who?"

"Oh it's no one special," she nervously said.

Cormac raised an eyebrow at her before asking again. "Who were you with, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) cleared her throat before speaking. "Harry."

"Potter?"

"Yeah him."

(Y/N) looked at her boyfriend, seeing a look of resentment in his eyes.

"I never really liked that bloke." Cormac said while handing (Y/N) her plate. "Gave the keeper spot to Weasley just because that's his best friend."

(Y/N) just nodded, not wanting to say anything to make Cormac upset.

The two ate until (Y/N) had to go to work. While heading to work, (Y/N) felt her phone buzz. She saw it was a number she didn't recognize, but the back of her mind was hoping it was a certain boy.

(Y/N) took chance and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hello?" A familiar voice said. "Is this (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) laughed a bit before responding. "Yes it is."

"Oh good. It's Harry."

"I know," (Y/N) said, smiling. "I recognized your voice."

"Ah yeah," Harry said. "How are you?"

"Good. Just heading to work."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I can call later."

(Y/N) felt herself smiling more.

"No it's alright! I have time. Besides, it makes the travel to work less lonely."

And so began a new routine of Harry calling her on her way to work. Which then went into them calling each other after work. On nights Cormac was away, Harry and (Y/N) would call each other.

Harry and (Y/N) began seeing each other more in person too. He'd join her on trips to Diagon Alley for more books or to grab a bite after a long day of work.

This change did not go by unnoticed by Cormac, though. He noticed how distracted she became, how she smiled at her phone more, how she left for work earlier and came back later, how she'd go out more.

The boy had enough.

One day, when (Y/N) had returned from work late, Cormac was sitting in her living room, waiting for her arrival.

"Oh! Didn't know you were here Cormac, I thought you wouldn't get home 'til later," the girl said upon noticing her boyfriend on her couch.

"Where were you?" The boy asked her.

Cormac had gotten up and walked towards her, glaring at her.

(Y/N) had begun to feel a bit nervous, knowing Cormac wouldn't like the reason she had returned late.

"I-I was at work," (Y/N) stammered out.

"What about after work?" Cormac questioned her. "Where did you go?"

"Just went to grab a bite."

Cormac began pestering her. "With who? You had to have been with someone if you've taken this long."

(Y/N) felt herself starting to shake. She had never enjoyed when Cormac began to act like this, knowing he was getting angry and a bit emotional.

"I was just out with a friend," she meekly said.

"I wanna know who you were with (Y/N)."

"It was just a friend, Cormac."

"Don't bullshit me. Was it with Potter?"

(Y/N)'s hesitation was all Cormac needed to get his answer.

"It was with Potter, wasn't it."

(Y/N) couldn't lie to him, knowing he figured her out. She nodded.

"Yes, but he's just a friend."

Cormac laughed at her. "Oh really, (Y/N)? Doesn't look like it to me. All those days you came home late, were on the phone for hours. Probably all with fucking Potter. Wouldn't be surprised if you went and shagged him."

--TW description of physical abuse--

"Cormac, I didn't shag him! We were just reconnecting, that's all. Please let's just tal-"

A loud smack echoed through the room.

Cormac had hit her.

"Shut up you bitch!"

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s face. Cormac took noticed of this and began laughing at her.

"You're crying?" The boy shoved her against the wall. "What if I give you something to actually cry about?"

"Cormac, stop!" (Y/N) sobbed.

He let go of her and let her drop to the ground. (Y/N) had begun sobbing loudly, hyperventilating.

"Get out (Y/N)! Go to your fucking boyfriend Potter for all I care." Cormac screamed at her.

--TW end--

(Y/N) had pushed herself up and got out the door before Cormac slammed it behind her. She decided to use her strength to apparate to the only person that could help her.

She knocked on the door and waited a second before it opened to reveal her former schoolmate.

Harry stared at her before bringing her inside and embracing her. She flinched, but began melting into his embrace after telling herself that it's just Harry.

"I just need to know," Harry began. "Did Cormac do this to you?"

(Y/N) just nodded, not wanting to speak.

Harry felt himself become angry. How could Cormac do this to her? She was an angel, unlike that asshole. He never deserved her. But did Harry himself deserved (Y/N)? He couldn't protect her, keep her safe. This could've been avoided if Harry was with (Y/N).

He couldn't think about that now when (Y/N) was in his arms needing care. He brought the girl to his bathroom, doing his best to try and tend the bruises that littered her skin. Harry drew a bath and brought a change of clothes for (Y/N).

"I'll be right outside, I promise." He told her. "I'll have to finish checking your bruises when your done."

Once (Y/N) decided to get out of the bath half an hour later, Harry made sure he didn't miss any other injuries before bringing her to his bed. He was just going to let her rest until a hand grabs his.

"Don't leave. Please."

Harry would always listen to (Y/N).

The boy stayed with her until sleep finally took over. As much as Harry wanted to stay with her, he had business to take care of.

Thankfully, he remembered where (Y/N) lived after dropping her off multiple times so he apparated in the night to her door. He banged on the door hard until it opened, revealing his new worst enemy.

"What do you want Potter? (Y/N) isn't here."

"Oh I know." Harry told Cormac. "Just came for a chat."

Harry stepped forward in an attempt to enter the house until Cormac stopped him.

"I'm busy right now."

"Well I guess I can try to make this quick," Harry said.

A punch was thrown at the older wizard, catching him off guard. Harry grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pushed them into the apartment, shoving him up against the nearest wall.

"I know what you did to (Y/N), McLaggen. How dare you hurt her!" Harry screamed at him.

"I didn't do such thing." Another punch was thrown.

"Don't you dare lie to me! I know you did it. You hurt her! You never deserved her."

"Oh but you think you do?" Cormac scoffed at Harry, while trying to push him off.

"I would've treated her way better than you ever have."

"You want a slut like her? You're pathetic Potter."

Those words had enraged Harry more than ever. The two continued fighting, Harry having the upper hand. One more punch landed on Cormac before he fell to the floor.

"You better stay away from (Y/N). If I hear that you stepped one foot near her I won't hesitate to punch you again," Harry spat at him before making his leave back to his home.

Harry headed for his room, wanting to make sure that the girl he loves was still there. Fortunately, she was, but she was awake.

"Where did you go Harry? I was getting worried."

"I just went to take care of something," he said, trying to reassure her.

"What do you need to take care of at this time?" (Y/N) said while walking toward him.

A small gasp slipped her month before her hand made contact with his cheek. Harry would be lying if he said it didn't feel nice.

"You're hurt Harry!" (Y/N) exclaimed before dragging him to his bathroom.

"(Y/N) love, I'm fine." He kind of wasn't. Harry looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw the marks Cormac apparently left him. He was too focused on getting vengeance for (Y/N) that he ignored it.

(Y/N) began cleaning his face. "Harry, you have dried blood on your face. I don't think that's considered fine. What were you doing?"

"If I tell you, you have to promise you won't be upset," Harry said to her.

"What?" (Y/N) paused, confused.

"Just promise me."

"Fine. I promise I won't get upset."

"Alright, well," Harry began. The adrenaline was gone and he began feeling nervous. "I went to visit Cormac at your guys apartment."

"You went to see Cormac?" (Y/N) squeaked. "Why would you do that Harry?"

"I couldn't stand what he did to you (Y/N). He hurt you. You didn't deserve what he did. I had to teach him a lesson."

"So you went to beat each other up?"

"Well, him more so than me," Harry joked.

"Why? Why would you beat him up for me?"

"Because (Y/N). I love you."

(Y/N)'s eyes widen in shock. "W-what?"

"I love you. And I think I always have. Seeing you brought back those feelings I've had back when we were at Hogwarts. I would do anything to protect you (Y/N)."

"Oh Harry," tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes.

Harry noticed and got a little bit worried. "It's alright if you don't feel the same way. I know you just had to deal with Cormac so-"

Arms wrapped around him and lips met his. Harry froze for a second before melting into it, gently placing his hands on her waist.

(Y/N) was the first to break the kiss, to respond to Harry's declaration of love to her.

"I love you too, Harry."

(Y/N) finished cleaning up Harry before heading back to his bed. His arms wrapped around her, keeping her warm and safe.

"I promise to protect you no matter what," Harry said to her. "I would do anything for you."

"And I will do the same for you, because you're mine."

"And I will always be yours."

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 1 month

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And darlin', you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis

Part of my Birthday Bash!

Request: "i'm in my bed, you're in your bed. one of us is in the wrong place." with Roy x teacher!Reader

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

2.4k words (a bit longer than intended, hope that's alright 😝)

Warnings: Language, takes place in the Teach Me Tonight universe (future established relationship), fingering, unprotected sex, Roy has kind of an innocence kink I guess, dirty talk

Late Sunday night, you sighed as you pulled your oversized t-shirt over your head. Roy had been gone all weekend at an away game and, if you were being very honest with yourself, you really missed him. The two of you had only been seeing each other for a short time, but you were already falling hard and fast for the man, even harder and faster than your initial crush on him had formed. And spending a whole weekend- your only true relaxation time- apart had you falling into a bit of a funk. You’d done your best to keep busy with grading things, with folding that laundry you’d been avoiding, with reading the book Roy had loaned you, and of course you tuned in to the Greyhounds match. But fuck, you missed Roy Kent.

As if the brooding coach could read your mind, his name lit up the mobile that was charging on your nightstand. Forgetting about the online tips that said to let a guy wait for a few rings before answering his calls, you snatched the phone off the charger and quickly answered.

“Hi, Roy!”

“Hey yourself, gorgeous,” he hummed, his gruff voice sending a blush to your cheeks. “Finally fucking home.”

You laid down, grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah, I didn’t think you’d call tonight,” you admitted. “Kind of figured when you got home, you’d just collapse into bed and knock out.”

“Well, I did that first part,” he chuckled. “But I wanted to hear your voice. Fucking missed you.”

The sweet words coming out of that famously foul mouth had butterflies forming in your tummy, the way they always did when you thought about Roy. “I missed you too,” you admitted quietly. “I caught the match, by the way. The guys did amazing! Good job, Coach.”

“Thanks.” There was something thick in his voice, something not quite right.

Immediately concerned, you sat up a little, brows furrowed. “Everything alright, Roy?”

He paused for a moment. “I just… have something of a problem.”

“Anything I can help with?” you offered. Helping Roy was kind of fun, you had discovered: ideas for outings with Phoebe, classroom management tips that transferred onto the pitch, reorganizing his garage, anything that resulted in time with Roy and a kiss of gratitude.

“Well, you see-” The something thick in his voice was suddenly identifiable: desire. “-I’m in my bed, you're in your bed. One of us is in the wrong fucking place."

Heat rose in your cheeks, down your chest and tummy, and settled somewhere deep. “O-oh really?”

Roy had this… habit of making you feel more turned on than any man you’d ever met. From the first time you found yourself in bed with him- sooner than you usually went to bed with a man, but this was Roy after all- he knew exactly how to make you blush and giggle and squirm and fall apart and about a million other little things, cute and dirty alike. The best part was how obvious it was that he enjoyed the reactions he got out of you.

“Yeah.” You could practically hear his smirk through the phone. “I know it’s a Sunday night and you’ve got work tomorrow but…”

“You can come over!” If it was any other guy, you’d be embarrassed by how quickly you invited him into your home and into your bed. But again, it was Roy. Roy Kent, who thought you were the cutest, sweetest, sexiest thing in the world, wanted to see you late at night. There was no universe where you’d deny that request.

“I’ll be there in ten, babe.” And with that, he hung up.

Once you heard the click of the disconnected call, you sprung up out of bed. Thankfully, you’d already groomed, in anticipation of seeing Roy after work tomorrow. But your oversized t-shirt from a girls’ trip to Bath didn’t quite feel sexy enough for your ex-footballer boyfriend. Trying to control your anticipatory blushing, you tiptoed over to your bureau and quickly rifled through it until you pulled out the little nightie you remembered Roy losing his mind over a couple weeks ago. Honestly, you didn’t think it was that sexy- a light blue number that was see-through and form-fitting in all the right places, but nothing you thought of as special. But when Roy took in the sight of you, the adorable teacher with the jean jackets and white sneakers and sweet smiles, wearing something so revealing while inviting him to climb into bed, he had all but ripped the nightie off of you.

You were hoping for the same kind of reaction tonight.

After changing, you did a quick job of prepping for Roy’s arrival- brushing teeth, setting the lights low, double checking that your sheets were presentable. You were just tucking away the last of your folded laundry when your mobile lit up with a text from Roy: Here.

Not caring about looking overenthusiastic, you practically sprinted to the front door. When you jerked it open, there was Roy, in those black workout pants you liked so much, leaning on the doorframe with that casual confidence only a professional athlete could pull off. He gazed at you brazenly, the way an animal looks at its prey. Dark, full of hunger and desire.

Honestly, you could probably orgasm just from that look alone.

Before you could even squeak out a hello, Roy had his arms around you, using his foot to kick your door closed as he pressed you against a wall. In an instant, his mouth was on yours, his tongue begging your lips to part for him. With a deep sigh into his mouth, you deepened the kiss, every part of you fluttering at the taste of Roy Kent.

“Fucking missed you,” he finally mumbled against your lips. His hands began to wander, tugging and fisting at the thin blue material and grabbing at every inch of skin he could find. “Missed you so fucking much.”

“I missed you too,” you gasped as he began to trail kisses down your jaw. “Should we… we…” The feeling of his tongue gliding over your neck had you unable to finish the question.

But Roy knew what you meant; he loved making you, the intelligent, eloquent, well-read teacher with the master’s degree, go all weak and forget how to talk. It was something he tried to do as often as possible.

With a dark chuckle, Roy lifted you and threw you over his shoulder with ease; funny how he seemed to forget about being a self-proclaimed ‘old man’ the moment things got steamy. He carried you to your room, grinning at every giggle that flew out of your mouth. Fuck, he loved that sound. He loved every sound he heard you make: shy giggles when he flirted with you, rants about your work, sighs when you were stressed, soft moans in bed, all of it.

He especially loved the squeal you let out when he dropped you on the bed. You gazed up at him with those wide eyes, the same ones from the day you met, the eyes that made him weak, and offered that sweet smile. What a contrast to the filthy thoughts your boyfriend had been pondering the entire bus ride home. He hovered over you, taking in your wriggling form and contemplating what he wanted first: your lips against his again? Your tits that looked fucking heavenly in this nightie? That gorgeous pussy that he just knew was soaking for him already? Or did he want to let his inner caveman out and just take you already?

“Roy.”

Your little whine got him out of his own head in an instant. He crashed his mouth against yours roughly and let his hands flitter down your body, down your hips, until his fingers found that little damp spot on your panties. He groaned into your mouth and began massaging your pussylips through the material at a gentle pace. In turn, you gasped and bucked your hips up to meet his touch, gripping his biceps tightly.

His pace quickened with every twitch of your body. He brought his lips to your ear, kissing and licking the sensitive skin behind it. When moans started tumbling from your lips, he chuckled. “D’we like that, beautiful?”

“Uh-huh,” you managed in a trembling voice as you began grinding against his hand. “So much, Roy.”

His voice was sinfully dark as he purred, “D’you want something else?”

Suddenly acutely aware of the way his hardness pressed against your body, you immediately reached out to his shirt and helped him tug it over his head. The shirt hadn’t even hit the floor before your hands were on his pants, pulling them and his boxers down in one swift motion. Roy groaned when his erection sprang free and he saw the awed look on your face; at this point, you had seen him naked many, many times, but each time saw you gazing at his cock like it was magic, with your eyes wider than usual and your lips parted in a tiny O as a tiny gasp slipped past them. To be fair, you thought his cock was magic, something you’d shyly admitted to Roy after the first time he fucked you through multiple orgasms. He wondered how many he’d get from you tonight.

“Does someone like what she sees?” he teased, tugging down your panties and refusing to take his eyes off your face.

In response, you simply spread your legs for him, your typically bright eyes dark with desire and never leaving his cock. Spurred on by the obvious effect he had on you, Roy aligned himself with your entrance and groaned your name as he began sinking into you. The familiar burn had your back arching up to him, your hips lifting off the bed to meet the pleasure he provided you. He inched into your soaking cunt, deeper, deeper, not stopping until he hit that sweet little spot that had you mewling his name.

“Fuck,” he hissed as he began thrusting, hitting that spot over and over. “You feel too good. So wet for me. Gonna make me finish way too fast.”

You giggled at his dirty praise and buried your face in his shoulder. “You-you feel good too,” you gasped as you rocked up into him. “Never feels this good alone,” you whined.

His movements stilled. “Alone?” he echoed. Even with your face pressed against his skin, you knew he was smirking. “Does my pretty girl touch herself?”

Roy knew full well that you did. Hell, he even had a dirty phone call with you during another recent away weekend. But he loved hearing his sweet little girlfriend say dirty things.

“Yeah,” you breathed as your walls gripped him. “I did last night,” you admitted, knowing he could feel your blush against his skin. “A-after your match.” A low moan escaped your lips as he slowly resumed thrusting into you. “You-you looked so fucking good coaching, babe. So fucking sexy.”

He twitched inside you at the sound of your swearing. You knew how to swear, you weren’t that innocent, but every time you did, Roy thought he was going to explode. Especially when you swore in this context. There was just something so damn dirty and sexy about it.

“And you couldn’t resist touching yourself?” he cooed, a teasing tint to his voice. Rather than make you feel embarrassed, like most men’s teasing would, Roy’s teasing always spurred you on, encouraging you to keep going, keep turning him on.

“Couldn’t resist,” you repeated, your voice all soft and breathy as you threw your head against your pillow, letting Roy see your flushed face. “Just-just laid on the couch and-” A sob escaped when Roy reached down to gently massage your clit. “Yeah, that.”

Roy’s eyes darkened as he watched you, your own eyes beginning to twist closed at the pleasure he provided you. “Just like that?” He gave a small amount of pressure to the bud, grinning at the way your hips stuttered in response. “And did my girl moan my name?”

You nodded as your mouth began to slack. “Yeah,” you breathed. “Fucking moaned your name when I- fuck- when I finished.”

He gave a deep roll of his hips, stuffing you with his cock. “And how’d that sound?” he begged, his own voice beginning to weaken as your cunt clenched around him. “Bet it sounded fucking gorgeous. Lemme hear it.”

“Roy,” you panted, losing any sense of rhythm as your hips snapped against his. “Oh, fuck, Roy.”

“You got something for me?” he purred as he began pressing sloppy kisses to your collar. “Something nice and wet for me, babe?”

You lost your ability to speak, other than a string of yes and fuck and Roy. All you could think about was the way Roy was fucking you, hard enough that you feared you would break and perfectly enough that you didn’t care if you did. He played with your clit like it was his personal toy, rubbing and flicking it just right each time and adding to the pleasure you could feel in your fingertips and toes. His own breath began to quiver, letting you know that he, too, was close to being undone. But you knew he’d hold back until he’d given you pure bliss.

Wanting nothing more than to feel Roy fill you up, you began thrusting, pushing up against him so hard you knew you’d have bruises in the morning. He knew by your frenzied movements and ragged moans that you were close, so fucking close. So he quickened his fingers on your clit, becoming harsh and mean in his attempt to see you fall apart.

With one more great thrust into you, his name tumbled out of your mouth in an animalistic moan. Your legs wrapped around him, keeping him inside you as your pussy pulsated and tightened around his cock, squeezing and begging for him to finish. He fucked you harder, faster, through your piercing orgasm, determined to stuff his pretty girl full of everything he had.

“Fuck,” he growled as he spilled into you, fucking his cum deep inside your soaking cunt. He didn’t stop, not until he knew every last drop would stay inside your thirsty cunt.

His face dropped onto the pillow beside you as he finally stilled, his cheeks red and his breathing ragged. He tilted his face towards you with an exhausted smile, his eyes filled with affection and what was left of his lust.

“Did I mention I fucking missed you?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” you breathed, kissing the tip of his nose. “You might’ve mentioned it.”

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vioartemis · 10 months

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Failed relationship

(Wednesday Addams x fem! reader)

Summary: You meet Wednesday Addams, and quickly develop feelings for her, which leads to the two of you to start a romantic relationship. But things don't always go as expected... Warnings: angst, Wednesday has a phone a/n: this is very personal (by that I mean it’s what happened with my ex lol), sorry if you don't relate to r like you usually would (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

The beginning of the semester had been marked with the arrival of a new student at Nevermore; Wednesday Addams. The second she stepped into the classroom, she caught your attention.

You didn't exactly knew why, but you felt like you could get along well.

The only thing was you had no idea how to start a conversation with her. It was not easy to catch her before she left the class after the bell had rung; she was really quick to walk away, you barely had time to close your pencil case that she was already gone.

But a few weeks after the semester had begun, the perfect opportunity came to you.

Yoko had been sent to the infirmary for a 'garlic incident', and Wednesday would replace her as the Black Cats' co-captain.

"You should put some gloves on" you told her as she walked past you

"Excuse me?"

"I said you should put some gloves on"

"Why is that?"

"There's no rules in the Poe cup, who knows what your opponents could have put on the oars"

Wednesday stared at you, seemingly thinking about what you just said. Then, she nodded slightly, showing that your remark was valid.

"I'll ask Enid for gloves then."

She turned around, ready to leave.

"I don't think she has an extra pair. But I can lend you mine if you want" you offered kindly

There's a little silence before she faced you again and spoke.

"Why would you do that? You owe me nothing."

"I know, I just- I just want to help"

You handed her the gloves with a gentle smile, waiting for her to stop looking at you suspiciously. Eventually, she took the gloves. Her fingers brushed over yours in the process.

She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Enid shouted at her to come in the boat as the race was about to start.

"You should go, if you really want to humiliate Bianca" you smiled

She nodded and made her way to the Black Cats' boat, putting the gloves on.

As expected with Wednesday on the team, Ophelia Hall won the Poe cup, for Bianca's greatest misfortune. After the race, when Weems was busy congratulating the team, the ravenette came to you.

"You were right; there was indeed something on the oars. How did you know?"

"I saw Bianca going out of Miss Thornhill's class with a jar last night, and thought it had something to do with the Poe cup"

"So it was just an assumption. It could have been for more innocent purposes." she paused "What is it exactly that she took from Miss Thornhill's greenhouse?"

"I have no idea, I couldn't see" you sighed, shrugging

There was a little silence before she started talking again.

"Would you mind if I kept your gloves for some time? I would like to study this mysterious substance."

"No, of course, you can keep them! You'll tell me how your investigation go?"

She frowned, wondering why you would be interested in that, looking at you, then at the ground, then back at you, and nodded slightly, before walking away.

You smiled to yourself as you watched her made her way into the school; now you had an excuse to talk to her.

As expected, approaching her was way easier. You talked quite a lot the next weeks, first about what Bianca could have put on the oars, but little by little, the conversation drifted to more personal things; you got to know each other a bit more during this week.

You didn't want to go too fast, but you were pretty sure she saw you as a good friend.

This thought was confirmed on Friday, right after you learnt one of your teachers wouldn't be here that day, which would give you a 4 hour long lunch break.

You were internally celebrating, already thinking about what you would do, when you noticed a little paper on your desk. You frowned, wondering from where it was from, before taking it and unfolding it.

On the paper, there was only a phone number and two words 'Weathervane, 3pm.' written in perfect cursive, with what seemed to be a black fountain pen.

You looked up to Wednesday, who was sitting in front of you in class. She was facing away from you, but you were sure the note was from her.

You didn't really know how to react; you didn't expect her to have a phone, let alone passing you a note with her number written on it.

During lunch break you thought about texting her but didn't know what to say. Her note was pretty clear, there was no questions to be asked. Why did she give you her number then?

You decided not to question it for now; you were really excited to see her this afternoon, and a bit nervous too.

You didn't exactly know what your feelings were when it came to her, but you were the only thing you were sure of was that you would definitely not mind if your friendship evolved into something else.

You arrived at the Weathervane 5 minutes early and took out your phone. Now this was the perfect occasion to text her.

'Hey Wednesday, it's Y/n. Just to let you know that I'm here :)'

Why did I put an emoji...? you asked yourself, staring at your phone, questioning your life choices.

Her reply was quick: 'I'm already inside.'

You looked up from your phone and turned to face the café. She was, indeed, inside, waiting for you at a table. Great, you thought, now I look like an idiot.

You entered the café, already embarrassed, and walked to the ravenette, sitting in front of her.

"Hi, sorry, did you wait a long time?"

"I got here five minutes ago. I prefer being early. Do you want to drink something? A coffee, perhaps?"

"I- I have to confess... I've never been here before, so I have no idea what they sell... What do you advise me to order?"

"That's quite surprising, I thought all the students always came here. Don't you think it's a bit risky that I choose your order for you? You will probably not like it."

"It's okay, I trust you. I'm sure I will like it" you replied with a smile

She took a moment to look at you, considering your request, before pointing a drink on the menu.

You smiled, and then ordered what she had advice you to try.

"Is it what you expected?" she asked after you took a sip of your drink

"I don't know what I expected, but it's really good! I knew I could trust you"

You gave her a joyful smile as you took another sip. It definitely was really good; you were sure to come again and order that from now on.

"What do you want to talk about now that we have our drinks?" Wednesday asked

"Oh uh... I don't know, I didn't think about that... I'm not really good at that; socializing"

"I can't say I'm the best at it either." she paused "Perhaps we could start by talking about our day?"

You nodded at her words.

"I think it would be a good start"

The rest of the hour you spent together went well, you enjoyed your time with her. And you started to think she did too.; the next day, you spent most of the day texting each other.

Wednesday happened to be a bit more talkative than you imagined, especially when you were debating on books. But that was not what you were talking about right now.

Wednesday: I'm going to kill them.

You: Whoever you want to kill, please don't! I wouldn't want you to go in jail

Wednesday: If I had to kill anyone, nobody would know. I'm too good at it.

You: Oh, sure. If you need help to hide a body, I'm here

Wednesday: Be careful, I could call.

You: I don't mind helping, especially if it's you

The conversation continued on that theme for a moment, before it drifted onto something else. You had mentioned your ex at one point in the conversation, and added that you missed having someone to love.

Wednesday: It will come back. Soon, perhaps.

You: Yeah, maybe sooner than expected (even tho I don't expect much)

Wednesday: Unexpected always happen.

You starred at your phone for a solid 5 minutes after this, trying to figure out whether her text had a hidden meaning or not. Especially since you just agreed on seeing each other on Monday, meaning in two days.

That could mean she knows I like her, and maybe she likes me too! Or I'm just overthinking again... you thought.

The conversation you had the next day only confirmed that thought, to your greatest happiness.

Wednesday had just paid you a compliment, which was getting less unusual as time went by, and you told her you were not used to be talked to like that.

Wednesday: I can imagine that, considering how your ex was. Are you sure you don't want to give away her name?

You: You're not wrong. And yeah, I don't want to "snitch"

Wednesday: You really are too kind. I already had the knife ready.

You: Oh, please don't. She's not worth it

Wednesday: I won't. But I do love dark humor. And if she ever tries to be near you again, I will put that knife to good use.

You: I appreciate it, but why would you do that?

Wednesday: First, because I'm jealous. Second, she only deserves it.

You smiled behind your screen. She was jealous, hm? Maybe she did like you after all.

You: I didn't think you would be jealous! But you're right, she kinda deserves it

Wednesday: I can be. But I've always been told it was not something good, so I don't show it often.

You: Personally, I think it's cute! As long as it's not extreme jealousy of course

Wednesday: I'm never extreme, you should know that.

You: Yeah, that's why you totally don't spend your night trying to analyse what substance is on my gloves since the Poe cup. Don't forget to take some time to rest, okay?

Wednesday: I know, I will. I'm... really looking forward to our meeting tomorrow.

You stayed frozen for a second, not expecting her to say that. You had to double check to be sure you weren't hallucinating. The text was still here, so it was really real.

You: That's one of the only reasons why I'm excited about tomorrow, this little moment with you

Wednesday: Are you sure? Because it looks like you want me dead. My heart is beating incredibly fast, I think I may have a heart attack.

You: I clearly get what you're feeling right now... I feel it too. But it's okay, it's a good heart attack

Wednesday: If we're going down that path all the time, by the end of the week I'm writing you dozen of poems.

You could feel your face burn now. You didn't expect things to escalate so quickly in one night. Because this was flirting, right? It looked like it, at least.

You: Is that- are we... flirting right now...? Sorry I'm really dumb but I want to make sure we're on the same page... Cause I'd like to flirt with you, if it's okay...

Wednesday: I wouldn't mind if you were to flirt with me.

You put your phone away, covering your face with your hands to stop the burning of your cheeks, and rolled on the floor of your room. That means she likes me, ljkhgjhkjhljgfkh!!

You took a minute to compose yourself and grabbed your phone again. Your hands were shaking a bit.

You: So... can we consider tomorrow's meeting as... a date?

Wednesday: If you want to call it that way, I don't mind calling it a date.

You: I'd be more than happy to call it a date with you

Wednesday: A date it is, then. It sounds... great.

You were so excited you could barely contain yourself. You were kicking your feet, smiling uncontrollably. You had a date with Wednesday Addams. You never thought it would be possible.

You talked a bit more that night, before eventually going to sleep. Or at least trying to. You were so excited for your date; you didn't know if you would be able to sleep.

A few weeks after that night, you started to question things. Wednesday and you went on more dates, but your relationship was still undefined.

You didn't think you could be called friends, at this point. But you didn't know if you could be called girlfriends either, or if she wanted you to be girlfriends.

You had already asked her what you two were, and she replied that she didn't know, that you would figure it out together, which did not really help. So you decided it was time to make a move.

You took a deep breath, grabbed your phone, and started typing: 'Hypothetically, if I asked you to be my girlfriend... what would you say?'

She took a moment to reply, during which you started overthinking the whole thing. But out of all the different scenarios that had popped in your head, her answer was none of them.

In her text, she said that you had ruined her plan, that she had planned a more... romantic way to ask you out. So you suggested to erase this conversation from your memory so she could do what she had planned on.

Her romantic side always surprised you, but you weren't complaining. You really liked it, and whatever she wanted to do to ask you out, you were sure you would like it too.

Maybe two weeks later, Wednesday suggested you go on a date, at night. Of course, you agreed; you were always happy to spend more time with her.

She took you somewhere in the forest surrounding Nevermore. You walked for a little while, until you finally saw a blanket on the ground, with all that is necessary for a picnic.

You had a good time with her, laying on the blanket under the stars after you finished eating. It was very romantic, especially since at one point, she played some music on a Bluetooth speaker.

'Lover', by Taylor Swift. Totally not her style of music.

You looked over to her with a questioning look.

"There is something I want to tell you, Y/n."

"What is it?" you said gently, smiling

"... I find it really pleasant to go on dates with you. I would like you to be my girlfriend."

You blushed at her words, not expecting her to ask you out at this moment. She must have seen it, because her lips curl up a bit.

"Is it a yes?"

"Of course it's a yes!"

Your now official couple statut didn't change a lot of things between the two of you. Except that now you could call her your girlfriend, and vice versa.

Oh, yes. There was one little change; she showed her care for you a little more.

One day during winter, you both went ice skating. You were not really good at it, but it was fun anyways. Wednesday even offered you took her hand so you didn't fall too much, as she was really good at ice skating.

Offer that you accepted, of course.

But at one point, you decided to try and go by yourself, which resulted in you falling miserably after you took too much confidence.

Wednesday came to rescue you with a slight smirk.

"I look so dumb..." you mumbled, blushing in embarrassment

"I would rather say you looked cute."

"If I may... I'd prefer you call me yours rather than cute" you said quietly, almost as a joke, as she helped you get up

"Oh, you're mine, don't doubt it, cara mia."

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Wednesday and you hadn't really talked in weeks. It was limited to 'hello' when you saw each other in the hallways between classes. You tried to discuss it with her, but never knew how to bring that up.

You suggested you both go out to spend a bit of time together, but she was always busy. 'Another time' that's what she said. But said time never seem to come.

You talked about it with Yoko, your best friend. She told you to do exactly what you already did, that it was nothing, that you just needed to talk about that.

But deep down, you knew.

You could feel it wasn't just 'nothing'. It was more than that.

Yet you still had hope.

"Y/n."

You turned around, hearing her calling you. You finally managed to find a moment to discuss the problem.

"Wednesday, I-"

"We should talk."

You felt your heart sink at her words. It was never good when it started that way.

"Yeah, I was thinking that too..."

"Is there a particular thing you would want to talk about?"

"Maybe the fact that we don't talk anymore, that we almost never see each other anymore...?"

"Indeed. I think it's a must, instead of talking about it with our friends."

You nodded.

"What can we say about that? Is it because... we're falling apart? Or just because neither of us really has time?"

"We surely don't have the time. But we don't try to have it either. Or at least, I don't anymore." she paused "And I'm not 'falling apart'. Rather that I made it clear with myself about the fact I was not going to fall."

Your heart ached at her words.

"So uh..." you gulped, throat tight "What does this mean, for us...?"

She doesn't answer just yet, taking the time to consider your question.

"Don't you think we should just break up?" she finally said "What is your point of view? I don't want to do it without expressing yourself about the last two months."

It took every ounce of strength you had to hold back your tears.

"I- honestly... I'm not really doing okay not seeing you, or talking to you... I... I miss you, Wednesday..."

The ravenette nodded slightly.

"It's simply that... I don't get the spark. Or whatever it's supposed to be. I don't feel it."

"Oh..." you said quietly "Maybe we should just break up then... I- trust me, I don't want to; I'd like to give us a chance... but if you don't feel like it, it's okay..."

"We don't work well, but not to the point to break up. We just don't try."

What do you mean we don't try? I- I feel like I'm doing everything I can to make it work... you thought.

"And I know, I'm often busy, so not really caring. But I warned you. As for in class... It's rather uncomfortable for me to be next to you. I have no clue on how to act." she continued

"You don't have to force yourself in anything- if it really makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to sit next to each other... And if it's really not working..."

"I don't know if it's working. Don't get me wrong; you don't make me feel bad. But you don't make me feel incredibly good either. Nobody does."

"So we just... stop here...?"

You tried your best not to make it too obvious your voice was shaking.

"... I think we should."

The aftermath of the breakup was... a bit weird.

That very night after it ended, you cried yourself to sleep. The next day, you had to hold back your tears while in class, and almost broke down when your friend asked you if you were okay.

But the next week, the one before your school trip, was okay. You didn't think about that, you were too busy preparing your things for the trip.

It was the same during the 10 days that lasted the trip. You were too busy to think about it, and too tired at night not to fall asleep almost instantly.

When it really became hard, was a few days after you went back home; one night, you broke into tears. You cried for more than an hour. As if it was only now that you realized things were really over between the two of you.

You felt so dumb. You should have known it was too good to last. You should have seen it coming. By the way she kept cancelling your plans, or be late to the ones she didn't cancel; by the way you barely had a real conversation at one point; by the way she never said she loved you, or liked you, or nothing like that -which didn't bother you at first, knowing her, but after all that happened, it seemed obvious.

And the fact that Wednesday and you were in the same class did not help. Especially since she seemingly had no problems talking to you after all that, like nothing happened.

It only hurt you more. She seemed to have moved on quickly, almost like she didn't care.

4 months after the breakup, you were doing better. At least that's what you tried to convince yourself of.

You had almost no problem talking to her now and were not thinking about your relationship anymore.

But one night, as you were slipping under the covers, you kicked a plushie. You frowned and grabbed it.

It was the bat stuffed animal she had bought you for your birthday.

You couldn't throw it away. You were attached to it now.

You looked at it for a little while and brought it to your nose. It didn't smell like her anymore.

A new wave of sadness washed over you, and tears began to fall.

You couldn't do it anymore. You had to find a solution to stop having breakdown because of this failed relationship.

Only one thing came to your mind. Writing.

And that's what lead you to sit in front of your computer, 40 screenshots of your conversations with her on your phone, ready to flaunt your feelings on paper.

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thebisexualdogdad · 1 year

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Just simple dating Peter headcanons with some inclusion of how first times would be

Peter Parker x Male!reader

● the first time Peter saw you was on the first day of 10th grade

● he was standing at his locker watching you talk to the principal who was showing you around

● Ned broke him out of his trance "happy first day of school Pete"

● "yeah, yeah you two Ned. Who is that?" He asks pointing to you

● "Oh I think his name is Y/N? He just transferred here from some school in Brooklyn"

● the first time you talk to him is a few days later in Chem class when the teacher told you to partner up for a lab assignment

● your seat was in front of him and he hadn't been paying much attention to what was happening

● you turned around and he was looking longingly at you which he quickly stopped doing as soon as you locked eyes

● "Hey you're Peter right?"

● "yep that's me, Peter Parker"

● "did you want to work together?"

● "absolutely! Uh work on what exactly?"

● he had been crushing on you for an entire year when he finally told you he had feelings for you

● your first date was to a little Italian place that May recommended

● Peter nervously spilled marinara sauce all over his pants

● you thought it was hilarious, the waiter however was quite annoyed

● your first kiss was the same night when you walked him home and stood outside his door saying goodnight

● you leaned in and kissed him when May opened the front door

● "How was the date Peter? Oops looks like I'm interrupting"

● "May!!"

● the first time Peter called you his boyfriend he was talking to Happy

● "So you're turning down an invitation to work with the avengers… over a boy?"

● "not just any boy Happy, my boyfriend! … holy crap I've never called Y/N my boyfriend before"

● the first time he tells you he loves you is 6 months into your relationship

● he had a really close call on a mission and snuck in through your window to see you

● "Peter are you okay? Did you get mugged?"

● "yeah I uh, got mugged and it was super scary and I just needed to tell you that I love you because I really didn't think I'd be making it home tonight"

● "I love you too Peter"

● his entire demeanor changes when you say it back and he just smiles and kisses you

● "as much as I want to keep kissing you babe we should really get you cleaned up, i think May would freak out if you came home covered in blood"

● your first time isn't too long after that

● May was out for the night so you had the apartment all to yourselves

● Peter wanted it to be as romantic as possible

● so he cooked you dinner, lit candles (which he may or may not have almost caught the curtains on fire with) and dressed up in his nicest clothes after showering three times

● it was soft and gentle, a lot of asking if what either one of you was doing felt good and where it was okay to touch each other

● there was a lot of fumbling around and giggling

● you guys were laying in his bed still naked, the biggest smiles on your faces when you hear the front door open

● "Oh crap May's home where are my pants?"

● "Peter? You home? Why are there candles everywhere? And what have I told you about leaving dirty dishes in the sink?" You hear from the living room

● that was also the first time you had to sneak out of Peter's room through the fire escape after having sex

#marvel imagine #spider man imagine #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x male reader #x male reader #headcanons

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feined4 · 1 year

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May you please write a Yoko x Fem!reader who’s really shy and easily flustered? Preferably pre-relationship if possible. Thanks so much!

Over the moon

Yoko Tanaka x fem!reader

Summary: A day with your new girlfriend, Yoko Tanaka.

Warning: fluff I suppose

A/N: Yoko is so underrated, also not proofread

Word count: 1k+

Yoko had just asked you to be her girlfriend a week ago. It has been pure bliss since then. It seems like no matter what yoko does you always fall for her more. You're sure the overwhelming butterflies you feel in your stomach whenever she holds you will never go away.

You were bored out of your mind in class. Luckily for you your girlfriend is in the same class and is sitting right next to you. You looked over to Yoko who was focusing on the teacher. Admiring her dark hair all the way to her dark red lips and the way her fangs would show from time to time. Yoko had caught you staring from the corner of her vision.

She couldn't help the smirk that was tugging on her lips. She really finds you adorable when she catches you staring. This wasn't the first time she had caught you staring. This certainly won't be the last. She finally gave in and turned to look straight back at you with a full smirk. Your eyes widen feeling the surprised feeling when you got caught.

"How many times am I gonna catch you staring?"

Her whispered voice reached your ear making you look down in embarrassment. She let out a breathy chuckle before placing her hand over yours. You sighed, you're sure you'll never get over how charming Yoko is.

Now you were walking down the hallway with Yoko's hand intertwined with yours. You were listening to the stories she has about Bianca and how she could bug her from time to time.

"I mean I get that she needed help, but I had other things to do you know?"

She explained, you hummed in agreement. "Bianca can be bossy sometimes." You commented and Yoko nodded her head. "exactly," she halted her steps causing you to stop as well. You looked at her in confusion, "Is something wrong?" She simply shook her head. "Nope, my next class is down the hall." She pointed behind her, "oh right, I'll see you later then." You tried to remove your hand from hers but she held you tighter.

"How about we go to the Weathervane today? Since we were able to go a few days ago."

That was true. The plan was cancelled since something had came up in your end. You smiled at Yoko, "Sure, I have nothing to do after school." It was her turn to smile. "Great, I'll see you after school then." She gave you a quick peck on your lips before waving you goodbye. You felt your face heat up while watching Yoko leave. You had this dumb smile you were sure people thought you were weird. Honestly you felt like some teenager that just fell in love.

Except you were the teenager.

Unfortunately for you you didn't hear the quick footsteps of Enid coming your way. You almost lost your balance when Enid's arm wrapped around your neck. "Hey Y/N!" You heard Enid's bubbly voice while gaining your balance. "Oh hey Enid, what's up?" You asked heading to your class. You and Enid have the same class so you two often go at the same time. "Just the usual, hanging with Wednesday and all." She looked over to you and it seemed you weren't listening. Instead looking forward with a slight smile. You were daydreaming.

You heard the blonde groan. "Y/N I get that you're like daydreaming about that vampire girlfriend of yours, but c'mon, listen to me please!" She complained making you feel a bit flustered. Was it that obvious? Did everyone know you were over the moon for Yoko? "Sorry Enid, what were you saying?" She rambled on until you reached class. It's safe to say you didn't listen to a single word Enid said.

You were getting impatient. It seemed time slowed down as soon as it was your last class. You dying to go to that date with Yoko. Your leg bounced under the table while your eyes were fixed on the clock on the wall. It took longer than you were willing to wait but classes were finally over. You were the first one out of your seat quickly leaving your class trying to find Yoko. You finally caught her hanging around with her friends. You walked to her, "Hey." Your quiet voice brought Yoko's entire attention to you.

"Hey Y/N/N," her hand was quick to hold yours making her friends giggle at how cute you both look. "I'll talk to you guys later, see ya!" Yoko lead you away from her friends but you couldn't help the tingling feeling in your stomach hearing the cheers of Yoko's friends.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do Yoko!"

"Have fun you two!"

The Weathervane truly is a nice place to relax. And to have a date. You were drinking your favorite coffee while Yoko had her own drink. Sipping on your coffee Yoko watched the tiny habits she noticed about you. "you're really cute you know?" The sudden compliment made you shy away. You had that dumb smile once again. "Thanks." She only giggled, if she had to write a list on what she likes about you, the first thing on the list would be how easily you get flustered.

The day went on with endless amounts of holding hands and hugs. And the sweet kisses she gave you. You were laughing while holding a bag of things you bought. With your arm wrapped around Yoko's. It was time to head back to Nevermore since it was getting late.

"I enjoyed today."

The whisper of your voice was music to Yoko's ears. "Me too, it was really fun." Her voice was soft, you always liked it when it was like that. Finally reaching your dorm you stood at the entrance with Yoko standing outside. "I'll see you tomorrow then." She told you, you only nodded. "Yeah, goodnight Yoko." Yoko leaned in to give a kiss you were always dying for. She rested her head on yours for a moment. "Goodnight Y/N/N." You watched as she went back to her own dorm.

Yoko truly is the girl of your dreams.

#wednesday x reader #yoko tanaka #yoko x reader #yoko tanaka x reader #request

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thebellearchives · 1 year

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𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐎

~ solomon ; obey me [nightbringer]

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : Besides magic, you’ve also been learning piano from Solomon. On your day off, you both relax and enjoy each other’s company playing some music together.

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, stablished relationship, fluff, no nightbringer spoilers!

‧₊˚ a / n : kept a close eye on the poll and it was intense!!! quick disclaimer: i know very basic piano but i think i didn’t really write anything that can be interpreted as wrong??? anyways, this is just a short drabble but still, enjoy that sol fluff you guys voted for ✨

Your fingers carefully grazed the piano’s keys and a sweet tune filled the spacious music room. It was hard to play the melody with you right hand and the accompaniment with the left one, so you soon found yourself squinting and chewing on your lower lip to try and keep everything in tempo. When you managed to play the first section correctly, Solomon’s soft giggle startled you out of your focus, his arms slithered around your torso.

“Relax, when you’re tense the sounds are choppy and almost robotic” you took a deep breath, letting your back rest against his chest “let the music guide you, let it flow.”

“If I try again and it sounds better, will you join me?” your hands rested on his thighs at each side of yours, he placed a soft kiss on your temple.

“Sure, if it doesn’t distract you…”

“It won’t!” eagerly, you leaned closer to the piano again, Solomon’s little laugh reaching your ears before the instrument’s sound did.

This time, you followed your lover’s advice. Fingertips glided gracefully from note to note, your breathing matching the rhythm, you closed your eyes. Three notes marked the end of the first section again, you felt Solomon leaning over and around you.

“Go on” his whisper in your ear sent goosebumps through your body, but you continued playing just as he instructed.

Suddenly Solomon’s experienced hands added depth and feeling to your melancholic piece. Left hand adding lower harmonies, right hand complimenting with playful but subtle arpeggios. Soon every empty hall and room in Cocytus Hall was brought to life by bittersweet alluring music. Solomon’s breathing and the smell of his cedarwood cologne soothed you into carrying the song naturally, the brushing of his soft hair above your eyebrow, the luscious warmth of his body around yours, the elegant ease in which his nimble fingers chased after your playing. The song came to an end as effortlessly as it had started, your eyelids opening in a slow motion.

“You did great, guess you’re just meant to be my perfect apprentice no matter what I teach you” the sorcerer chuckled, one of his arms going back to hug you and his other hand caressing your cheek with the back of his index.

“What can I say, I have a fantastic teacher” an affectionate smile appeared on your lips.

“Apologies for the interruption” a voice made both of you turn to the side. Lucifer, Satan, Asmo and Levi were there, the eldest in front of them “something happened at the House of Lamentation and we were wondering if we could…” Lucifer seemed reluctant to finish his sentence, but Asmo nudged him with his elbow “…get some assistance from our attendant.”

Both you and Solomon sighed, you stood up. Wasn’t this supposed to be your day off?

“Of course, happy to help!”

Your boyfriend quickly caught your hand, you turned around curiously.

“Come back home soon, darling” his request came with a faint smile and sad silver eyes, but you smiled sweetly back to him.

“Don’t worry, I always come back to you”

#; fluffy belle #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #solomon obey me #obey me solomon #solomon x mc #solomon x reader #solomon x y/n #solomon x you #obey me nb #om solomon #obey me x reader #obey me x y/n #gn!reader

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Returning the Favour

Aesop sends his lover a rather lascivious letter.

Sequel to A Lesson in Sensuality

I would be absolutely lost without my fabulous consultant, partner in crime and amazing friend @tea-withjamandbread

A few people asked me to write this fic in which Aesop replies to MC's erotic letter to him, and I couldn't resist. I just adore writing and reading about Aesop polishing his wand uwu

18+ GO AWAY CHILDREN

Returning the Favour (4.5k words)

tw: explicit sexual content, male masturabtion, vaginal sex, teacher-student relationship (reader is an adult)

Aesop Sharp was usually the one claiming his sweetheart's firsts. He was her first real love. Her first French kiss. He was the first man she spent her night with. And he was the first man to have ever been allowed to touch her as a lover. The first man whom she made love to. He hoped he’d remain the only man to have been given such privileges.

While she wasn’t by far his first, the Ravenclaw felt like the only one that mattered.

However, every now and then, the Professor would get surprised, as the young woman seemed rather determined to have some of his firsts as well.

For example, the first time he ever received an erotic letter.

That is, when he and Dinah Hecat were young and in love, they too would exchange letters, little notes of love, in which they too alluded to the anticipation of being in each other’s arms once more, but never anything quite as… explicit, as what his young sweetheart wrote to him. Not that he was complaining, goodness no. Quite the opposite. The letter caught him by surprise, he didn’t expect it in the least, but sweet Merlin, he knew that he would treasure it forever.

When he received it, it had been some time since they last lay together, and his body’s yearning for hers decided to surface like hot lava erupting from a volcano. Her delicious words and his mind’s picture of her touching herself while writing to him, thinking of him, imagining it was him whose hands caressed her heated young body, brought him to his own peak quickly, and it was a pleasure more intense than he’d ever experienced from his own hand before.

Then there was another first, the first time he ever made love to someone in his workspace, namely his office. The way his heart skipped at least three beats when she let her robes slide off her shoulders, revealing her delicate form to him and the chill of the dungeons. She made him lose control then, and he took her right upon his desk, rough, wild, primal. She made it a point to put her hair up in his class then, wearing the mark he left on the sensitive skin on her neck proudly, for everyone to see that she had been claimed. Her little smiles and secret winks drove him mad and made him want to kiss that little smile off her beautiful face right then, no matter the consequences. He managed to hold himself back, but not without covertly requesting her presence in his office once again after curfew.

He managed to grade several essays while she sat in his lap, kissing slowly along his neck and cheeks, their bodies connected intimately. Being enveloped by her tight heat while he worked turned even a task as tedious as this into a lovely experience. She’d occasionally roll her hips ever so slightly, teasingly so, making his left hand squeeze her hip tighter, his own hips moving a little in reply. However, there was only so much time he could spend like this before craving more, and this time, after he safely put his quill and the essays away farther on the desk, he leaned against the backrest and let her take the reins, bounce atop him sitting in his chair however she liked, just happy to be the instrument that brought her pleasure and of course revel in the bliss she bestowed upon him as well.

It was this lovely memory that flowed through his head while she claimed another one of his firsts - writing an erotic letter.

It was only fair, Aesop supposed.

He wondered if she too would touch herself while she read the letter, if she would find herself some privacy and tease herself to his words. He wasn’t sure if he had the same way with words as her, but once the thought was born, he couldn’t stop it from coming onto his mind every so often. And so, one afternoon, as he sat alone in his chambers by the desk in his sitting room, he decided to grab a spare piece of parchment and dip his quill into the ink bottle.

‘Dearest beloved,’

He started with. He took to addressing her as such in his little clandestine love letters, covertly exchanged hidden away within the quizzes he handed back to the students, or hidden inside her robes before she left his chambers. He considered what to write next - he didn’t want the letter to be too crude, but not too vague either. In the end he decided to try and focus on the recent memory that prompted this idea to write to her in the first place.

‘As I sit here in the comfort of my chambers, they feel rather cold without you here and in my arms where you belong. I haven’t ever noticed before just how quiet they are without your soft voice filling them, be it your well thought of words, your addictive laughter, or the breathy sounds of your pleasure. I get drunk on it like it was the finest of Firewhiskeys, and I am desperately addicted to it by now. My sheets and pillows are cold without your beautiful body warming them up, and while your heady scent lingers to them, it brings me little solace. In fact, it rather feels like a stab that there’s something definitely missing. I cling to the sweet smell of your hair upon the pillow, the natural smell of your body mixed with your perfume as if sewn into the blankets I rest under. As if I had a huge bubbling cauldron of Amortentia in my rooms.

Each time we’re forced to part feels like a little heartbreak, but then each time we once more find our way into each other’s embrace feels like a breath of new life entering my lungs. I can feel my heart thumping under my shirt as it pumps wildly to deliver this breath through my entire bloodstream, from my arteries to the smallest of capillaries.’

The potions master felt the way his heart purred as if agreeing with the words he wrote.

‘And, of course, during evenings like these, I cannot for the life of me stop thinking about how much my hands crave to touch you, the entirety of you. I want to comb my fingers through your beautiful hair, and caress your cheeks, reddened under the rumbling passion that the collision of our very existences is. To see your eyes imprisoned by my own, staring intensely, unwilling to miss a thing is like a delicious dance. Or is it you that is hypnotising me? The one who’s eyes caught mine and are forbidding them from looking away? I find that I don’t care. I don’t care as long as I am allowed to take you into my arms and press you against me, feel our hearts pound against each other in our chests, feel our breaths growing short in one another’s mouths.

To be inside of you is like being home, I feel like I belong there absolutely, that there’s no other place where I am more meant to be. The feeling of your plush walls spreading to accommodate me, hot and tight and wet, is the definition of heaven for me. To be able to dips my head and draw nonsensical patterns along your delicate skin with my wicked tongue, to be able to capture between my lips the pink peaks of your breasts and worry at them until you’re sighing my name, twitching around my cock, yearning for more, is absolute rapture for me.’

Aesop’s left hand slid off the desk on its own accord to palm at the growing bulge in his trousers. He laid the quill down momentarily to squeeze his covered tip between two of his fingers, before stroking himself softly through the fabric, eyes closed and mind’s eye filled once more with the delicious picture of his young lover gripping onto his shoulders and using them for leverage so that she could fuck herself on his shaft, her body aching for him, craving to be filled. The damp sounds of skin on skin and their pleasured groans growing in volume, reverberating off the cold stone walls made his hand grip the now fully hard manhood.

Heavens… Aesop understood having gotten excited and even being able to finish from reading her letter, but did not expect his body to get this interested while writing his own. Although, it shouldn’t come as too large of a surprise, it was not the first time he went stiff in his trousers when writing to her after all. That first time he felt ashamed of himself, but now the only things he felt were excitement, yearning and pleasure as he thumbed at his concealed erection and imagined her watching him do so while also touching herself.

He forced himself to pick the quill up again and observed where he left.

When he began writing once more, his script was nowhere as neat as it was when he started writing the letter.

‘The image of you irreversibly getting lost in your pleasure, the very moment that brilliant head of yours turns off, and you’re suddenly reduced to a purely carnal being chasing your peak is burned into the inside of my eyelids, and I see it every time I close my eyes. So beautiful. The very picture of want, of femininity, of love and passion, of the very thing that makes us human, so primal and raw, and so real, it almost makes me weep with joy, especially when it’s me who aids you in reaching this state. I love doing so. With my fingers, stroking you inside and out, I do feel like the virtuoso you called me, I feel like a master musician playing the most precious and complex among instruments, making it produce the most sweetest symphonies, ones that play throughout the whole of the universe that’s hiding within your eyes.’

Aesop looked at his own words. He didn’t quite know where they came from, he was unused to his head forming things he would consider… quite beautiful if he read them somewhere. But then again, perhaps it was not his head forming them.

‘And then to be allowed to taste you, it is almost overwhelming. As a Muggle writer once said, l’appétit vient en mangeant, appetite comes with eating, and he couldn’t have been more right. Your taste is addictive, heavenly. Each time I taste you, I feel like I never want to taste anything else. I crave to feast on you like a man starved, because that is exactly what I am. I want to drink from your most secret, most precious jewel, tease at your sweet folds and delicate pearl until you cry my name. That first time you allowed me to witness the pleasure my mouth brought to you I marvelled at my self control. Just the sight of you, nude and spread out for me, bared of your inhibitions, your juices glistening upon my lips was enough to make me feel like I might explode.’

The potions master put his quill down once more to undo his now very constrictive trousers and pants. His hard prick sprung out, and Aesop shivered as the cool air of his chambers made contact with the hot skin. He slowly pulled his foreskin back just as a droplet of clear precum wept out of his slit. He took a hold of himself softly, teasing at the aroused organ. His sweetheart’s hand was so much smaller than his own, yet she knew exactly how to touch him to make him see stars, make him crazy for more. The first time she tasted him, Aesop could see in her eyes that she too found the practice and the taste strangely addictive.

He grew so absolutely unused to someone seeing him as… beautiful. However, when they rested next to each other, spent and sated, he felt the way she took him in entirely, like he was a work of art. His cheeks burned under her admiring gaze, he didn’t agree with her assessment at all, especially when he saw the epitome of true beauty in her.

‘You are so beautiful when you bear my signature,’ he wrote then, having spat into his palm and begun stroking himself slowly, ‘the imprint of my teeth on your elegant, swan-like neck, the bruises of your hips the perfect copies of my digits. I am so disgustingly selfish, my love, but I love it when your perfect body carries the signs of our shared passion, and it makes that dark beast inside of me purr in satisfaction to see you flaunting them, like you did in my class the other day. And when you mark me as your own, when you leave crescent moon cuts upon my back, when I can feel where your nails scratched me the previous night, that delicious sting under my shirt, I feel alive, I feel that I belong absolutely.

Entering you, settling within your body and your arms is an experience that could never be described by a word as simple and short as ‘sex’, and I know you feel the same way. The moment we get connected as intimately as two humans possibly can, I know you wonder at the simple action as much as I. It’s a gesture that’s so familiar by now, and yet it always feels like the very first time. I didn’t think I’d ever experience such intense passion again, I once more feel like a young man in your arms, guided by love, by want, by scorching need. Each time I bury my prick inside of your velvety depths and it forces that little sound out of your mouth, I could laugh at the beauty of it all, gently pry those delicious sounds from your lips and give you my own in exchange.

Having your warmth and tightness around me, simply just enveloping me like it was those few evenings ago in my office while your delicate lips pressed against my neck was probably the most enjoyable time I ever had grading, and you made it quite difficult to be as strict as I usually am. I hope I’ll soon be able to repay you for this lovely experience.

And then submitting myself to you entirely, you’re just so spectacular. You are like a flower in full bloom, unashamedly indulging in your pleasure atop me, beautiful and confident, and yet so feminine and delicate, watching your sweet core accept me entirely with each stroke, moulding for me, squeezing me inside with your enjoyment-’

Merlin!

Aesop was pumping himself steadily now, his glans weeping more droplets of his arousal. In his mind he saw her like it was only yesterday when she shyly gathered one of those drops onto her finger to taste him. He truly was quite impressed that he didn’t come on the spot right then, her determination and the want to explore their newly discovered world of pleasure despite her lack of experience still made him throb violently.

He hoped she’d be able to read what he wrote, seeing as his writing was quite messy now.

‘And then when your back finally arches, when I feel your climax wash over you, feel your grip on me become so hard it’s nearly painful, I lose myself as well, I succumb fully to that wild thing we all carry with us, and I need you, I need to fill you and make you mine, join you in your bliss. In that exact moment I can’t see how selfish I’m being, keeping you all for myself, I only see your body trembling from gratification, your flushed cheeks, your hands cramping up on whatever it is they’re holding onto for dear life, and I see myself plunging into you over and over again, chasing my own high, which, truth be told, is never too far away whenever I am with you.’

And it wasn’t far away now either, Aesop could feel the first tugs of an approaching orgasm as he pulled at his leaking cock, imagining his sweetheart coming apart atop him in a flurry of gasps and moans, his name falling from her lips like a prayer, her body tensing up and her face screwed up in pleasure.

A couple of more fast strokes and quiet grunts later, Aesop used his free hand to reach into his pocket and pull out a simple cotton handkerchief, which he pressed against his tip right as he felt the first wave coming to crash over him. “Mhm!”

The potions master closed his eyes, giving himself to the climax. His stroking slowed down as he released a few thick spurts of cum into the soft fabric. He sagged down against the backrest of his chair, breathing heavily through his nose, letting the relief wash over him. His orgasm was hardly as intense as it had been when he read her letter, and neither could hold a candle to actually being with her, but he still felt nicely spent and relaxed. After a while, he wiped his softening shaft and his hand onto the clean part of the handkerchief and tossed the crumpled up fabric on the ground to deal with later.

His eyes still closed, he enjoyed the lingering pleasure, blindly tucking himself back into his trousers and pants. “Bloody hell,” he said quietly to himself, running his hand through his hair. He looked at the parchment before him. He knew she’d be able to tell exactly what he was doing when writing the letter. Aesop picked up the quill once more, wetting it in ink.

‘Coming into my own hand hardly feels as good as coming inside of your body, and feeling your walls accept my spunk, feeling it mingling with the proof of your own pleasure, feeling it dripping out of you and then seeing it as well. It makes me want to crawl down between your legs and make you come apart for me all over again, feast on the product of our love and our passion.’

Aesop felt himself stir again, but knew he wouldn’t get fully hard for quite a bit. Yet, the mental image of himself indulging in his depravity sent pleasurable sparks through him. He was certain his lover would very much enjoy it as well.

‘But until we’re able to once again seek the comfort and pleasure of each other’s arms, all we’ve got are the sweet fantasies.

I love you with my entire heart, I desire you every waking moment, and I cannot wait to gather you in my embrace and drink from your lips. Come to me soon, my sweet tempretess.

Only yours,

Aesop.’

The potions master read through his work. It was… maybe slightly chaotic, but then again, so were his thoughts when his body lit up with need for her. Understandable, seeing as most of the blood usually pumping to his brain was needed entirely elsewhere during these moments. A momentary feeling of anxiety and self-consciousness took hold of him though; would she like the letter? Wouldn’t she find it too crude, or simply too much? Yes, the letter he got from her was very enticing and explicit, but he still felt like this was different.

But then he saw the image of her in his mind, the smile that graced her lips in his classroom as she proudly showed off the mark he left on her neck, the way she moved when she knew he was watching her, the way she ‘dropped’ her quill on the ground when he was behind her, and gave him a view that made him be glad to have been so close to his desk, so that he was able to sit down.

No… Aesop was sure that she’d like the letter. And he found himself once more imagining her touching herself as she read it. Should he perhaps use his cologne on the parchment, so that it smelled like him? He grinned. But how should he send it? He wasn’t currently grading any of her quizzes or essays to hand it back with, and he hasn’t borrowed any of her books lately.

As he cast the scouring charm on the handkerchief before he’d forget it and one of the house elves found it (Aesop cringed), he suddenly got an idea. Of course!

There was one place he knew his sweetheart frequented every day, to take care of the beasts she rescued, gather the ingredients she grew and bottle the potions she brewed there. Aesop was certain that Deek, who too spent a lot of time there, would be able to execute these tasks as well, but his young lover insisted to ‘be meticulous in her efforts’. Aesop chuckled. He couldn’t pretend he didn’t enjoy her heeding his advice.

He sealed the parchment with a wax stamp bearing his initials Dinah gifted him for his 30th birthday. Boy, did that feel like a lifetime ago. After making sure he was presentable and that not a single drop of his pleasure got somewhere it shouldn’t he set out in the direction of Astronomy tower. Soon he found himself standing in front of the Barnabas the Barmy tapestry.

He knew how to access the Room now, but he never once did so without her presence there. She gave him full access, but it still felt as something of an intrusion into a space that was her own. But then again, perhaps she’d be there now… Perhaps the Room would accommodate them, make some neat little secret room with a large bed, and maybe some silky shawls to be used as bounds, and some other toys they could use on each other…

After he paced before the hidden entrance three times, the door materialised out of nowhere, and he noiselessly entered. The Room of Requirement was truly not vacant, but, unfortunately for Aesop, its sole inhabitant classified as a being was currently Deek the house elf.

“Ah, professor Sharp!” the elderly elf greeted jovially. He grew used to the potions master’s presence in the Room, as he knew Aesop enjoyed spending time with the Ravenclaw and the beasts in their Vivariums as much as Deek himself. Except perhaps the coastal one, containing Lord of the Shore. But then again, Deek couldn’t blame the former Auror for being wary of the Graphorn, it was after all one of the largest of his kind Deek ever saw, and even the house elf was very respectful and careful when approaching him.

“Hello, Deek,” Aesop said quietly, “I’m guessing she’s not here at the moment?” Deek shook his head: “She’s not, professor Sharp. Hasn’t been here today as of yet.” The potions master nodded. He then pulled out the sealed letter from within the confines of his breast pocket. “This is for her, and her eyes only. Can I leave it here somewhere for her to find?”

“But of course, sir,” Deek said, coming closer and towards the plant that stood in the centre of the room, “Here on this desk by the Venomous Tentacula, she always tends to it first, she’ll be certain to find professor Sharp’s letter right away.” Aesop took a wary step towards the large plant, but it displayed none of the hostility towards him that the one in Mirabel’s greenhouse did. He placed the letter there, his sweetheart’s full name upwards, then shifted awkwardly on his feet.

“Would professor Sharp like to see the new litter of Kneazles, sir? They’re very lovely ginger in colour, Miss (L/N) already took the liberty to name one of them Matilda Kneazley.” Aesop chuckled audibly: “That sounds like something she would do. Does professor Weasley know about it?” Deek grinned at him: “I don’t think so, sir, but I hope that she’d be pleased. Kneazles are quite brilliant creatures after all.” The potions master couldn’t help but grin back.

“Just out of curiosity, you wouldn’t happen to know whether she named any beast after me, would you?” he asked then, genuinely curious. “I do happen to know, actually! Miss (L/N) recently brought a female Graphorn into the Coastal vivarium, and it would seem that she’s with a cub already. Miss (L/N) plans to name the little one after you.” Aesop couldn’t help but press his hand against his face: “That’s nice…”

He ended up going to see the Kneazle kittens for a little bit, but decided not to check up on the pregnant Graphorn. How his sweetheart was able to treat the ferocious beasts like they were mere housecats both befuddled and fascinated Aesop.

Later that day, just as Aesop prepared to go to Dinner a rapid knocking on his door startled him. His heart immediately picked up pace - could it be her? The knocking sounded rather urgent, but then again it could be another student or even a colleague in distress. But if it was her…

“Enter,” he said after clearing his throat and was soon met with the sight of his sweetheart, her face flushed and breathing hard. But then again, that could be from possibly running all the way here.

“Something the matter, love?” he asked, a slightly smug smile making its way onto his face. The young woman checked the corridor behind her to make sure nobody was there, then entered his chambers and closed the door behind her. Aesop came closer to her slowly, like a predator approaching his prey. His hands came to close around her wrists and she let him pin them above her head against the door. The rest of her body soon followed, as he pressed his own against it: “I take it you read my letter?”

The young woman’s eyes were impossibly dark, her cheeks even more crimson now.

“Aesop, please…”

“Who knew that me simply returning the favour would get you into such a state, my love? Tell me, what do you need?” he purred into her ear before dropping his face to drag his teeth over the soft skin of her neck. She sighed at the sensation: “I really need you…I need you to read the letter to me… please…” Aesop grinned against her throat.

“That can be arranged,” he said darkly, “but I think it’s only fair that you offer something in return, no? Let me watch what it does to you…” His lips then claimed hers hotly, his tongue instantly surging forward to explore her mouth. His hands closed around the back of her thighs, and soon he began carrying her towards his bedroom, where he sat her down upon his made bed. He kneeled between her legs, his large hands stroking her stockings-clad shins, moving up to her knees, her thighs, pushing her skirt up as they went.

“Do we have a deal, my lovely?”

The Ravenclaw gave a soft gasp when Aesop’s hands teased at her inner thighs.

“I’ll take that as a yes. The letter please…”

Hello, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little fic. As always, you can find this and all of my other works over at my AO3.

I am always super grateful for feedback uwu

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slvt4lanadelrey · 10 months

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My Secret | Lorraine Day

Warnings: homophobia, talk about God, hate speech, swearing, kissing(?) People justifying homophobia because of their religion.

Once upon a time, you met Lorraine. She was beautiful, with long, flowing hair and eyes that sparkled like the stars above. She was kind and funny, and you couldn't help but fall for her. However, a factor that stopped your devotion towards the brunette was your upbringing, a fatal truth within your long line of family members; your father was a well known preacher, the only religious speaker in your small town of Christians.

You never thought you would fall in love with another girl. You grew up in a conservative household, your father hounding the religious path into you. He taught you that being with someone of the same sex was a sin, and that it was something to be ashamed of. But when you met Lorraine, you couldn't help but feel drawn to her.

Lorraine was different from anyone you had ever met. You admired her from afar, never daring to let anyone know how you felt. She was a crush that festered fast, a bleeding desire that haunted you everyday.

Her doefull eyes would look into yours, smiling kindly upon seeing your entrance. She was a walking dream, moonstruck you were. It was poetic, a connection only written within the stars; Romeo and Juliet could only hope to have the love that was shared within your relationship with Lorraine. She was the lightning to your thunder, a chaotic duo that struck fast without a warning.

Two lost souls fated to meet, fated to fall. She was a drug, a slither of nicotine that you craved within the early hours of day until the late minutes of night. She became your world, way too fast. She was something that you needed, you would question if oxygen was that necessary if you had Lorraine standing near you. Dumb and in love was your bible. You once adored your father, took his words as factl; how could someone who had a heroic figure in your life be so ignorant to how pure your love was towards Lorraine. She may have been a Day, she may have been a woman, but she was the person you loved.

And if loving a woman was a sin, consider yourself the slave to sinning; the worshipper to every bad deed that would come from being so open, so free to love who you want to love.

Throughout the weeks of knowing Lorraine, the small college the both of you somehow managed to attend together she had you swooning at just the smallest of touches, the tiniest of words she'd whisper into your ears as your professor would talk about whatever boring subject he decided was his passion.

During a lesson, a brain numbing speech about how important getting the right angle for a shooting was, Lorraine nudged your arm. You rolled your head to the side, face cupped in your own hand. You looked at her with a questioning glare, wondering what the innocent presenting girl wanted. She passed over a note, nicely tucked into itself. Her handwriting was always so perfect, in any other situation you would be jealous that someone was better than you at something. You unfolded the note, smiling down at it in your hand.

Meet me after your daddy's preach, Friday night. Xoxo- Lorraine.

You smiled to yourself, you blushed at how adorable the girl could be. You flushed at her labelling who wrote it, like you wouldn't know it was her request. She held you without a reply, the request coming off as a demand.

The only god you would worship was Lorraine, whatever she asked of you you'd surely do it in a heartbeat. So, being the dutiful woman you were, you slipped her note into your pocket before the teacher caught on to your note sharing.

After that lesson you would meet in secret, stealing kisses whenever you could. It was thrilling, but also terrifying. You were always afraid of getting caught.

Afraid you may have been, nothing would deteriorate your plans to meet her every Friday night. You would waste your day away in a boiling hot church, listening to your father scream down the mic at how God will save anyone who needs to be saved. Your fingers running over your Sunday's best, mind everywhere but the matter at hand. Your father was boring, the thought of Lorraine wasn't; thinking of her made a scene.

It felt dirty almost, immoral of you to think of such a sin in a place of god. Her smile, the way her lips curved when your name was mentioned, her brown eyes that stared at yours as she whispered sweet things of love in the middle of the night, everything about her held you in choke hold, a tight grasp you didn't have the will to get out of.

"My daughter," the man in front of the mic shouted, sweat beading down his forehead. He stood in the centre, the light shining down on him like he was Jesus himself, he looked over at you pointing with his finger as he smiled.

"My beautiful daughter is living proof of the purity this church will bring. She's an A star student, a devoted Christian with good values, a pure woman that had many qualities to bring to a man." Your heart dropped, his mocking smile fading as your vision went blank. It wasn't a foreign conversation, a recurring nightmare filled situation your father would force on you every evening.

"She is of age to be a good housewife, a loving wife-" Your mother coughed, glaring at her husband through a death glare. The man shrank, nodding his head before coughing too. He carried on his journey filled with speech, ending it with a loud applause.

Lorraine sat beside her own family, smiling into her hand when your father spoke about you being with a man. Your eyes rolled when you cornered you, her eyes darting to your lips when no one was looking.

"Good evening, Y/N." She smiled, the rest of the church goers leaving the building. You were left alone and practically pinned to the wall by Lorraine.

"Hey, rain." You mumbled, gulping down your saliva. She smirked at you, eyes darkening as she neared your frame.

Your hand pressed into her shoulder before she became too bold, laughing awkwardly when she groaned.

"I may sin with you Lorraine, but I ain't gonna kiss you in a place like this." You declared, standing your ground. She tested you, questioning how serious you were truly being.

"Is that so?"

The door flicked open, in walking your father with a wide grin. He clapped his hands together when he saw you, walking over to the both of you; Lorraine instantly went back to the innocent church mouse look.

"Amazing preach Sir, truly had me on the edge of my seat." The girl lied through her teeth, smiling none the wiser towards your father.

"Thank you, Lorraine. Do you mind if I steal my daughter? We have— something to discuss." You cringed, eyes rolling as he wrapped his fingers around your arm tugging you out of the hall.

You didn't hold much obligation, letting the white haired man take you home. He all but threw you at the truck, grumbling about something incoherent to you in the moment.

You huffed out, sitting down on the leather seat. You stared at Lorraine as she walked over to her family's car, entering the vehicle.

"Y/N, dear, won't you listen?" Your mother asked from the front of the car, her head tilted to see you. Your head swiped up, nodding solemnly before listening intently.

Your father groaned, head shaking when he saw two men walking down the street: too close for just friends. You yourself didn't see anything wrong with it, apparently neither did you mother but your father was disgusted by the action.

"It's unnatural, Lauren, pure deviant behaviour. It's a plague, I'm telling you women. They're all acting like it, inhuman creatures that serve the devil." The man preached, funny enough. You rolled your eyes, sinking further into the leather seat below you. Your lip trembled, teeth chewing the piece of gum in your mouth.

"They're just walking, dear, no need to accuse them of such things" the reasonable retort replied by your mother went straight over your father's head. He gripped the steering-wheel tighter, holding on to it for dear life.

He spat out his open windows, fumbling with his hatred words.

When he parked into your driveway he turned his head back at you. He pointed at you, a finger pressing into the air with an accusing glare.

"I'd kill you with my own hands if you ever even think about doing anything like that. Being a harlot is one thing, being a homosexual is another." With that he stormed out of the car, slamming his door when he left. Your mother sighed, pressing her lip-stick to her lips.

"Don't think too much about what he says, doll. He don't know his head from his ass that man, so full of hate." You hummed, too focused on what he said to register whatever was happening in the current moment. Your body lugged through the door, walking immediately to your bedroom.

Dinner be damned, you needed a rest to forget about your life. Each step of the stairs was excruciating, a needle wedging between your toes with each step.

"M'gonna sleep." You called out, shutting your door with a click. Your body leaned into the comforting comforter, sighing heavily before passing out.

Whether it be the unforgiven heat, the scorching sun blazing down on your frame each moment you spent outside: which was most days. Your eyes lolled shut, a silenced snore leaving your parted lips. A sleep enforced labour, forgetting your life entirely.

The thought of Lorraine slipped your mind, the only factor flashing through your mind was forgetting; not creating more drama for yourself and even dragging Lorraine into the hate filled messages your father would unsolicited spew out.

During the time you slept Lorraine waited patiently at the abandoned park you two would always meet in. When the clocks moved, indicating you were an hour late she called it quite. Well sort of. She hurried into her car, driving her way to your house to confront your insult to her: not being able to attend, and purposely not showing up ran through her mind; she wasn't sure which one to believe, so she wanted to find out herself.

Her arm lunged into the air, the little pebble she housed in her open palm flinging until it collided with your window: with a small tap. Your bedroom light was still on, so you weren't asleep yet. However, the longer Lorraine waited: her patience thinning and lip being torn to pieces she was already mad.

By the time you heard the taps, the continuing smacks of the rocks Lorraine was already standing there: hand placed on her hip with a sour face.

"What are you doin' here women!" You yelled from your open window, staring down at the even shorter girl below you. She scoffed, pointing her slender index finger in your direction with a snarl in her tone.

"Don't you talk down to me, Y/N. I god damn waited for you, for the better age of an hour! You didn't show, didn't even send a warning my way that I'd be left standing like a fool." She argued back, positively fuming with you. You chewed on your lip, debating whether to climb down the vines to escalate the situation.

"Speak!"

You didn't say anything, you merely stared with a tired gaze. She huffed to herself, rolling her shirt further up her arm before making her descent up the vines.

Each move made you bite further down onto your bottom lip, almost shaking in your boots: literally.

She landed on her feet, hair frizzy around her shoulder before landing on her collar bone with elegance that made you envy the girl, and somehow love her more.

"Don't you like staring." She commented, smirking at you like a hungry bear ready to pounce at a clueless fish.

"Lorraine, you shouldn't be here. My daddy he's- he's down stairs, you never kn-" she pressed her finger to your lips: shushing you with a harsh glare.

"Shh. He ain't gonna find out, not if you're quiet." The brunette nodded, her fingers trickling down the front of your body: she pushed her fingers through your belt whole, pushing your front to hers.

"Lorraine."

She didn't reply, only pushing her lips to yours in an abrupt kiss, fiercely holding yours to her, forcing her tongue over your bottom lip.

"I- I mean it." Your health heartedly whispered through gritted teeth, holding back a shaken sigh that played on your bruised lips.

"No you don't." She claimed, her eyes filled with lust, hot molten desire pumping through her veins as you stood in front of her with a coy look.

"Don't you want to? Don't you want me, too?" She was eager, enthusiastic to please whatever fantasy that played within your mind.

Your body trembled, pulling Lorraine into you.

Sinning be damned.

If kissing Lorraine would buy you a ticket to hell, considering yourself a first class seater.

Every fascination, craving, whatever devotion you'd be pegged with whilst God was in the business of making you; Every ounce of emotion was poured into the brunette, the brunette with pretty brown eyes that looked like liquid gold within certain lights. The dip in her top lip, the slight curve within the plump. The hours of devoted time God hoaxed within kissing brown freckles on Lorraine's cheeks, nose and lowered forehead.

Everything about the Day's girl had you worshipping a higher ground, had you praying on your knees for just the smallest of glances.

She was the Amen to the prayers you'd whisper within the night, her warming words of devotion and love she'd whisper through compelling kisses, something you'd treat like gospel and hold dear to your heart.

You love God, you love your father, and your family.

But no one, and nothing would ever hold a candle light to Lorraine, especially with her dimpled filled smile.

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bakugokemkatsuki · 5 months

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Fangirls

Iwaizumi Hajime X Reader

Oikawa Toru X Reader (Platonic)

**Genre: Angstish/ Fluff???

**Warning(s): bullying

**Reader is Fem/GN (ish)

**Key: Talking; You, Iwaizumi

You’d been in the same class as Oikawa since middle school. You two were polar opposites in every way. You were introverted and pessimistic while Oikawa was extraverted and optimistic . You were always dressed in black, while Oikawa was very colorful. He was athletic and you were not. Anything you two could be opposites about you were. So how did you ever end up friends with him? Well let’s just say you were sure your teachers absolutely loved torturing you. It all started back in middle school with you two being paired together for a project. It didn’t stop there though, it seemed after that your teachers were always finding a reason to have you two work together. This little thing carried over into high school. Now after being paired together so much you were bound to become friends. You ended up really liking his company and you realized there was way more to him than just his pretty setter “fame”. Now being friends with Oikawa meant Iwaizumi as well. They were a package deal. Now though you and Iwaizumi had more in common then you and Oikawa (i.e. you both liked the same music, similar movies, and had similar color palettes for dressing) you two were still pretty close to opposites. The three of you were really close and you quite liked hanging out with them. Having weekend movie marathons at Oikawa’s house binging the Godzilla movies or Alien Documentaries were some of your favorite memories. You though not one to care much about sports found yourself at there games more and more until you were always there at every game. You quite enjoyed seeing them two play the chemistry on the court was phenomenal and way different from them normally. Now what most people didn’t realize was just how hard being friends with them was. Why? Well once you guys hit high school Oikawa had fans popping up left and right. By second year he had a whole fan club. He quite liked his fans but he never saw the dark side. You were normally bullied not a lot but some back in middle school for being weird, dark, different. Now though, his fan girls were ruthless. It started small but when you seemed unbothered it quickly became physical. They’re push you or shove you or trip you just because you were friends with Oikawa. They would constantly harass you. It was getting really bad, but you didn’t want to ruin your friend’s happiness so you stuck it out. Until one day… The girls had caught you on your way to the gym and like usual were braiding you about why you’re not good enough to be around Oikawa. As you tried to walk past one girl shoved you and when you didn’t fall a second girl shoved you again causing you to fall. While they did this they continued hurling insults until they heard a voice. “Get out of here now and leave her the HELL alone.” Terrified the girls fled without another word. You sat there looking down at the ground. “Please don’t tell him.” Iwaizumi offered you his hand helping you up. “Why? You don’t deserve that.” “He deserves to be happy.” Frustration lacked in Iwaizumi’s voice as he said “So do you. He deserves to know.”After a bit more arguing you agree to tell Oikawa everything. You two stood there looking at each other in since when Iwaizumi finally spoke again. “Um… by the way, what they said… you know it’s not true right. You’re the most beautiful person I know.” “Iwa… I can I be honest?” “Sure.” “I don’t want to ruin our friendship dynamic but I have feelings for you.” “Really?” “Yes. I know a lot of people were expecting me to fall for ‘Shittykawa’ but it’s you.” “Funny enough… I like you too.” You two ended up starting to date not long after that and Oikawa did not take the news well. “WHAT MY BEST FRIENDS ARE DATING NOW I HAVE TO THIRD WHEEL ALL OUR HANG OUTS!!”Though he wined a lot he was the most supportive of the relationship and thought how he couldn’t wait to be the best man at your wedding someday. He was happy for the two of you because you both deserve the world.

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notquitecanon · 2 years

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Stardust & Fungi // Egon Spengler x reader

Me, breaking my writers block with shittily written fluff about a ghostbuster? More likely than you think]

Warnings: none other than this is top ten worst things I've ever written lol

"Is there a reason you're staring at me?" Egon asked, not glancing up from his microscope as he jotted down his observations. If it was still the days of stolen glances and supposedly unrequited feelings, or even in the early days of your relationship, you would have blushed at being caught, averted your eyes and found something to occupy yourself with. Though those days were cherished in their own right, they were in the past.

So, at his accusation you just smiled lazily over at him, chin propped in your hand, offering a challenge, "Do I need a reason?"

The scientist thought for a second, carefully adjusting the focus on the microscope, "I don't suppose so, though typically I can deduce what I'm doing to garner such attention. Right now I can't find anything of note."

You snorted a laugh, shaking your head as you closed your book- as if his entire existence hadn't been 'of note' to you since you met him, "Well, I just happen to think my boyfriend looks very cute when he's analyzing fungus blooms."

You knew your teasing found it's mark when his usual precise movement jerked, throwing the fine adjustment knob completely out of focus. Egon spared you a flustered glance before he fervently fixed the focus again, ducking his head back to the ocular piece to hide the flush creeping up his neck.

Slowly, like a cat after a nap, stretching lazily you rose from your perch, your very own, lovingly assigned lab stool. The stool was a small seemingly meaningless gesture from Egon that if you knew the scientist, had several layers of subtext. To start with, it was the only surface in the lab that was safe from the good doctor's 'organized' chaos. This particular still had a back and cushion, appearing ~randomly~ the day after you had complained of a sore back. It always had an extra lab coat, discarded sweater, or sports coat hanging on the back since you often complained the lab was too cold. Typically, the stool was parked next to his super top secret snack stash that was classified information to everyone in the firehouse. And while others were allowed to sit on your stool, the moment you entered the lab Egon would wordlessly shoo them away or stare at them until they caught the hint- Peter liked to test these limits just to mess with him. The stool was how the other ghostbusters knew how Egon really felt about you.

When it came to Egon, it was all in the details, and you had become fluent in reading between the lines.

"Cute isn't the word choice that I would go with," The scientist muttered after changing the specimen again with you slowly moving to hover behind him.

"So sorry, you're right, my boyfriend looks very handsome when he's analyzing..." You trailed off for a second, squinting to read the cursive label soon the slide, "Ganoderma Gibbsom."

He spared a glance over his shoulder, the faintest blush still in his cheeks as he leaned back ever so slightly so the curve of his back was flush to your front, "Excellent pronunciation."

"I've had a pretty good teacher." You hummed at the praise, pressing a kiss to the shoulder of his lab coat and then one to his jawline, internally preening at how he leaned into the contact. Egon chuckled- your favorite sound amplified by how the sound vibrated through his chest and into your skin- before tilting his head so his lips could catch yours briefly. You smiled against his kiss, "How's your fungus, honey?"

"It's preparing to reproduce." He informed you, motioning the microscope towards you- both to share his interest and to have a moment to wipe your lipstick off his lips. He leaned sideways so you could scoot forwards and press an eye to the ocular piece. You squinted against the bright light and observed for a moment.

It was, in fact, fungus. Just fungus to you, and it looked exactly what fungus should look like- fungussy like. But, if it was interesting to Egon, so it was interesting to you. You watched the specimens wiggle a bit before relinquishing the microscope back to the scientist.

"Getting real hot and heavy in there," You joked, pressing one last kiss to the top of his head, "Should I leave you two alone?"

Egon rolled his eyes but his famous sideways smile crept up as his gaze followed you back to your stool, "You're no better than Venkman."

"I'm a little better than Venkman." You retorted with a faux sense of offense, hand to your chest though your grin was cheeky. Egon hummed as he jotted something down, so you flicked a discarded straw wrapper at him, giggling when he only offered you a withering look.

"You love me." You 'reminded' him, taking you assigned seat and parking it across his work bench so you could be closer to him. Peeking over his microscope at you, his gaze softened as he nodded curtly.

"I do." Egon's voice was soft and sincere- some might say even out of character but you knew that tone was reserved just for you. His admission earned him another smile as you took your book back out.

The lab fell back into comfortable silence, just the two of you enjoying the other's presence as you each worked on your own hobby. Or, at least, Egon worked on his. You couldn't get past the the page you had opened to- not for lack of interest, earlier Winston had gotten through an entire conversation before he realized you were nose deep in your book, and still took five minutes to get your attention, and certainly not for lack of trying, you'd read the first six lines easily fifteen times. By line four your mind would start wandering, by line five you'd be stealing glances at the scientist across from you, and by line six and seven your brain would discard everything you just read in favor of daydreaming.

About twenty minutes passed and you were only able to turn the page once. You did however manage to steal at least seventeen dreamy glances at Egon, mentally decorate your future shared apartment, plan your honeymoon, and a hundred other little things. Between thoughts of the future, there was also reminiscing. How you met, late nights in the lab, the long and awkward pining phase, patching him up after busts, your first kiss, all the times you'd made him laugh...

"What are you thinking about?" Egon asked, looking up from his notes. That was one of the things you loved about him, despite being the smartest guy in any room, he always wanted to know what was going on in your head. His voice snapped you out of your own mind, this time you did blush.

"Oh, not much, just reading." You shrugged after clearing your throat, holding your book up with a little shake as if to say- see?

"You're average reading rate is 300-350 words per minute, yet you've only turned the page once since you opened the book again, suggesting your mind is preoccupied with something else." He explained. How could you forget just how observant the scientist was, of course he would notice your distraction. You sighed.

"You're going to think I'm crazy." You laughed a bit, knowing even you thought you were a little crazy. Egon simply arched a single eyebrow over his glasses, as if to say, 'try me.'

"Should I remind you that we're still excavating marshmallow goo out of all our gear from the 100 foot staypuft marshmallow man?" He asked sarcastically, pushing the microscope aside to give you his undivided attention. You breathed a short laugh- how could you forget? Ray still complained about Ecto1's permanently stick back seat.

You met Egon's dark eyes, his oh-so-always-serious face, his large calloused hands folded in front of him as he waited for you to explain. Leaning forward, you traced a single but gentle nail over one of the small scars that decorated his left hand, product of lab work gone wrong, you had been the one to bandage it.

"I know you don't believe in the idea, but..." You trailed off, folding your hands into his. As always, his hands, large and warm, gentle despite the roughness of working, encompassed yours completely. Like they were made for you and you alone, "I didn't until I met you. I think, if soulmates are real, then you must be mine."

After you said it, you closed your eyes, expecting his to spare a laugh or have some scientific lecture to disprove your rather sappy theory. You had no doubt Egon loved you, he proved it in little ways everyday, but he was still a man of science through and through. He didn't believe in luck, superstitions, destiny, or fate. When he didn't immediately rebuff you, you peeked your eyes back open to find the scientist deep in thought.

His brow was furrowed like It did when he was trying to figure something out, usually you loved that look, loved watching how his brain worked, but now it made you a little nervous. Your relationship with Egon hadn't followed any of the typical time markers or milestones of normal relationships- but maybe it was too early to droop the 'we were made for each other' on him. Or maybe, he just didn't agree.

"Many scientists believe that the carbon that makes us up is billions of years old, even trillions. Remnants of supernovas and dying stars, and it was this stardust that drifted for lightyears before eventually being composed into planets, flora, fauna, and eventually humans. Using that notion, one could hypothesize that perhaps our idea off soulmates could be reduced to two individuals sharing carbon of the same origin, finding its way back to itself over and over again in the carbon cycle despite all odds," Egon thought aloud, staring at your interlocked hands before lifting his gaze to your eyes, "Perhaps, that could explain our immediate attraction, how we play to each other, gravitate towards the other... carbon matter, stardust, soulmates, perhaps could be all the same thing."

You were stunned to silence, picking through the scientific jargon absorbing perhaps the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to you, but Egon wasn't finished.

"And whole I can't definitively prove or disprove this theory, I... savor the idea of us being soulmates. Very few other things in the world make as much sense to me as that." His admission was quiet, though it echoed around your head for a while all you could do was stare back at him with tears threatening to prick the the corners of your eyes, "So, in summary, no, I don't think you're crazy, (Y/N)."

Blinking your tears away, you forced a chuckle through a suddenly tight throat, squeezing his hands before lifting them so you could press a sweet kiss to his knuckles.

"That was the sweetest, most romantic science lesson I've ever heard, Egon," You whispered, feelings running crazy but offering a grin nonetheless.

"I concur, though I think in most relationships such heartfelt confessions are punctuated by more than just a kiss to the hand." Egon theorized, arching another brow at you. You laughed, roughly wiping a happy tear away as you nodded.

You pretended to think about it fore a moment before reaching into the drawer nearest you where you knew your quarry laid. With a smirk, you slid the worn out 'maid service Do-not-disturb' door sign across the table to him.

"I think you might be right, Dr. Spengler."

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