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Masterpiece

Steddie x Fem!Reader

• 18+ { threesome, face fucking, hair pulling, teasing, doggy style, some anal }

• you, steve, and eddie are at steve’s house, in the living room, one summer night after babysitting your four kids

“Oh come on.” Y/n whined. “I didn’t even do that!”

“You definitely did.” Steve laughed.

Eddie raised a brow. “She did?”

“She did.” Steve said, turning to face Eddie. “She was riding my leg. Squirted all over it and everything.”

“Aw.” Eddie cooed, turning his attention to y/n. “Is that right?”

“No.” Y/n said flatly, crossing her arms with a frown.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed.” Steve teased. “Everybody wants a piece of Steve Harrington.”

“Hm. Jar.” Y/n said, grabbing the Douche Jar from the side table beside her. “Come on, Harrington.”

He shoved a couple quarters of it with an eye roll. “Did I lie?”

“No.” Eddie said, eyeing Steve hungrily.

Steve could feel his cock twitch. “No?”

“No.” Eddie repeated, walking over to Steve.

Y/n perked up, watching Eddie straddle Steve and start kissing him hungrily, leaving wet kisses along Steve’s neck.

Steve glanced over at Y/n with a grin. “Come here, baby. I know you want to.”

Y/n wasted no time getting off the couch she was sitting on and moving over to the armchair Steve was sitting at. She began leaving sloppy kisses along Steve’s neck while Eddie got down on his knees and Steve took off his pants.

His dick flipped upright when his boxers were pulled off. As Eddie spit on Steve’s cock, Steve put his mouth to use on Y/n’s nipple while his fingers rubbed her clit. Y/n got a little bored of sitting on the arm of the chair and moaning so she stuck her middle and ring finger inside her, moaning loudly at her own satisfaction.

Steve quickly pulled his attention of Y/n’s tits and took her fingers out of her, putting her fingers into his mouth as he swirled his tongue around them. Y/n took his hand and out two fingers in her mouth before placing them on her nipple, rubbing them around it, then she took his other hand and did the same thing to two fingers before putting them inside her. She moaned loudly as Steve got to work on her.

“Oh, fuck!” Y/n moaned.

When Steve nutted in Eddie’s mouth, Eddie got up and nodded to Steve.

Steve pulled his fingers out and away from Y/n, causing her to frown. He pointed to the couch. She walked over and laid down on her back.

“Other way.” Eddie said.

Y/n flipped over on her stomach.

“Get on all fours for me, princess.” Eddie said gruffly, getting on his knees behind Y/n as he unbuckled his belt.

“Pull those shorts off, baby.” Steve said as he got on his knees in front of her.

She slid down her pants, letting Eddie pull them off completely before Eddie slapped her clit with the tip of his dick. He slowly slid it into her, and as she opened her mouth to moan, Steve shoved his dick into her mouth. Her moans were muffled as Steve face fucked her and Eddie hit it from the back.

Eddie spit on two of his fingers and began doing circular motions around her asshole.

Y/n back arched and a sharp cry escaped her mouth.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Eddie spat, slipping a finger into her asshole. “Oh fuck.” He moaned as Y/n clenched around him.

Steve grabbed a fist full of Y/n’s hair and started moving her head the pace he needed her to go.

Moans began filling the room again.

“Oh, fuck. She obviously loves me more, Ed.” Steve teased as he tipped his head back in satisfaction.

“I’m doing her a favor.” Eddie shot back before moaning loudly.

“No way.” Steve said, looking down at Y/n as she looked up at him through glossy eyes. “Fuck, baby, you look so good taking my dick.”

“Yeah, but she feels so good.” Eddie said, groaning as he started fucking into her harder.

Y/n could feel her tits moving back and forth quickly from how hard Eddie was hitting it.

“She loves my dick m-more.” Steve moaned out.

“Mines bigger.” Eddie teased as he gripped onto Y/n hips to get deeper into her.

“By like a centimeter.” Steve said flatly before pushing his dick deeper into Y/n’s throat.

“She likes mine more.” Eddie grunted.

“Who was- was all over my d-dick earlier?” Steve moaned out.

Eddie grinned at Steve. “Me. Only bec-because it’s the- the closest…. the closest thing to mine.”

Steve chuckled before bucking his hips faster and faster, moaning loudly while Eddie did the same thing.

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Manic Panic

• TW - panic attack, panicking, and passing out

• y/n is staying at the wheeler’s for a sleepover with nancy

• steve’s dropping off his “kids” for a sleepover with mike

• steve had a weird feeling about nancy and y/n so he walked up to nancy’s room to check on them

• y/n = your name

Y/n was sitting on a cot by the foot of Nancy’s bed, reading a book while shaking her leg absentmindedly.

“Are you alright?” Steve asked, glancing down at Y/n’s leg.

Y/n quickly stopped shaking her foot and looked up at Steve. “Are the boys alright?”

“Yeah. They might be a little loud, they’re watching some movie right now.” Steve said, leaning against the door frame. “Are you alright?”

“Yes..” Y/n said awkwardly, glancing around.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know… I just- I have, like, a bad feeling about something. I don’t know what it is.” She said awkwardly, scratching her arm.

Steve walked over and knelt down beside her, placing a hand on the hand she was using to scratch her arm. “I’m sure everything’s alright.”

“I don’t feel like it is, Steve. I feel like something terrible’s happening, like, right now.” Y/n whispered, eyes wide.

Steve nodded slowly. “Okay, well… uh, how about you point out five things you see right now?”

“Um… my book, my walkman, my headphones…” Her voice began to shake. “My, uh… my- my backpack… and, um, and my clothes for tomorrow.”

“Okay, good, okay.” Steve said, sitting down on the floor. “What’s on your walkman? From memory.”

Y/n’s lip trembled. “My Girl by the Temptations.”

“Yeah? Is that it?”

“No, there’s- there’s more-“ Her voice broke out into a choked sob and she covered her face with her hands. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“It’s okay.” Steve said calmly. “Take your time, okay?”

Y/n nodded slowly. “Okay… okay.” She cleared her throat and wiped her eyes. “Okay, I’m okay.”

“Yeah? Do you need some fresh air?” Steve asked.

Y/n glanced back at the window behind her, turning back to Steve with wide eyes. “No.”

Steve glanced at the window. “Do you want me to close the curtains?”

“No.. no, it’s fine. I need to know when Nance comes back.” Y/n said softly.

Steve nodded. “Okay. Do you wanna out on the song you were talking me about?”

“Can you do it?” Y/n whispered, her eyes watering again.

Steve smiled as he reached over the cot and grabbed the walkman, putting on the song.

Y/n got through the beginning before her breathing became heavy. She was breathing harshly, struggling for air as if she were drowning.

Steve moved up to the cot and wrapped his arms around her, placing her hands over her heart as she continued to struggle breathing.

“It’s okay.” He whispered. “You’re okay. Everything’s okay. Everyone’s okay.”

Y/n nodded slowly, but still struggled to catch her breath. Her head began feeling so heavy, like a bowling ball. Her head fell back on Steve’s chest as her eyes fluttered closed, her body now pressing fully against Steve.

He shook her lightly, worry breaking over his body. “Y/n?” He asked, shaking her a little harder. “Y/n?” He grabbed her wrist and checked her pulse, sighing in relief when he felt it beneath his fingers. “Y/n, please.” He whispered, his forehead resting on her shoulder tiredly. “Y/n, please, please, wake up.” He continued to shake her before letting her fall back on her pillow. He rushed downstairs and grabbed an ice pack, rushed back up to Nancy’s room, and placed the ice pack on Y/n’s forehead, sitting beside her bed nervously as “My Girl” played over and over and over again.

disclaimer ~

i’m in no way trying to make fun of or disrespect panic attacks in any way, shape, or form. i’m just turning one of my more scary memories of having panic attacks into a steve harrington fan fic bc i don’t know how to deal with my panic attacks in any normal way. if you took offense to one of my own experiences then you should probably go fuck yourself bc it has absolutely nothing to do with you <3

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“I’ll Be Here Waiting”

• Mattheo Riddle x Y/n Potter

• Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader

• Mattheo and Y/n broke up because Mattheo was scared of Voldemort found out he’d kill Y/n

• Slytherin x Slytherin story

• Y/n = Your name

“No, Mattheo.” Y/n said irritably. “You send letters and I get attached. You don’t send letters and I pretend like I don’t care. It’s fucking exhausting.”

Mattheo looked at her with sad eyes. “Come on, Y/n, you know why I can’t be with you.”

“And now you know why I won’t be with you when you’re lonely and need someone to hold at night.” She responded coldly.

“Darling, listen to me.”

“No. You don’t want me because of my family and that’s fucking fine. It’s just fine. But don’t forget who didn’t give a shit about who your family is.”

He paused. “It’s not that simple.”

“Why? Hm? Because your fathers trying to kill my brother?! That has nothing to do with us.”

“If my father succeeds, you won’t be able to look at me the same. I fucking know it.”

“You don’t know shit.” Y/n scoffed. “You don’t know the difference between real and fake love. Your fathers love towards you, it’s fucking fake. But this? Mattheo, you and I? That’s so fucking real.” She said.

He shook his head. “If my father finds out about us, Y/n-“

“I don’t care.” She said, interrupting him. “I honestly couldn’t care less.”

Mattheo shook his head. “You should care. You should fucking care. He could kill you.”

“Then so be it. He’ll kill me.” She said.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I know exactly what I’m saying.”

“You’d die for me?”

“Yes.”

“Bullshit.”

“Here we go again.” She said, throwing her hands up in the air exasperatedly. “I don’t know how to make you believe I love you, Mattheo. I don’t know how. I mean, half the time I don’t even know if you love me. But, and I mean this so fucking seriously, I’m in love with you. I want you and only you.”

“I’m trying to save your life here.” Mattheo said.

“Don’t.” Y/n responded. “If I could have a short life with you or a long life with someone else, I’d choose the short life. I’d choose you.”

He leaned against the stone wall, resting his head against it. “All we ever do is fight, Y/n.”

“And I wouldn’t wanna fight with anyone else like this.” She said. “Who else would stay and argue with me at three in the morning about hogging the blanket? Who else would shove you off the bed when your snoring gets too loud? Who else would climb into my bed in the middle of the night and hold me? Hm? Who else would yell at me over even glancing at a boy? Who else would shower me with sweet kisses in the library while I do the homework for both of us? Huh?”

He shook his head and laughed sadly. “We’re so fucking toxic together and you don’t even care.”

“I don’t.” She said. “I really couldn’t care less. Those arguments over absolutely nothing is what’s keeping me alive right now. With all the OWLs studying and the bullshit pop quizzes Snape gives us, arguing with you is keeping my brain from melting.”

“And this?”

She paused, looking at him for the first time since they started talking. “This is just breaking my heart.”

He turned to face her completely, no more leaning on the wall. “Go find someone else. Please.”

“No, Mattheo. I refuse to let you win on this.”

He stepped up to her and kissed her forehead. “I can’t watch you do this to yourself. Goodbye.”

“I’ll be here waiting.” She said softly as she watched him walk away.

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The Potter Siblings being the Potter Siblings

no context

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“Harry, can you stop chewing so loud? You’re breathing alone is giving me a fucking migraine.” Y/n groaned, her fingers rubbing her temples.

He scowled. “Go sit at your table then.”

“You know what I wanna know?” Y/n said, looking at the Weasley twins. “Who can chew the loudest. Harry or a llama.” They started snickering as Harry shoved his food to the side.

“Fine. I’ll just starve then.” He grumbled.

She moved the bowl of porridge back in front of him. “Eat, llama. I can’t say Slytherin won proudly if we only won because the stupid seeker didn’t wanna eat his stupid food.”

“Geez. Fine.” He said, taking a huge spoonful of his porridge and shoving it into his mouth grumpily.

——————— 🍀 ———————

“Ron!” Y/n called from the bottom of the stairs at the Burrow. “Your girlfriends here!”

“Mione!” He squealed, running to the railing to look down and see Harry, a frown growing on his face. “Hey, Harry.”

“He’s cheating on you, Harry.” She teased, looking over her shoulder at her brother, who was scowling at her.

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Molly looked at the two. “Which one of you got suspended for helping my sons in their stupid pranks?”

Y/n pointed to Harry as Harry pointed to Y/n. “He did it!” Y/n said quickly as Harry said, “She did it!”

Fred looked at George. “Such copycats.”

“I know. Taking lines right off the books we made in grade school.” George said, shaking his head disappointedly.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “You guys could never be as gorgeous as me though.”

“What a bloody lie.” Fred scoffed.

Harry elbowed Lilith. “You’ve got a bit of drool.” He whispered to her.

She shoved him back. “Why don’t you just go back to gawking at Ginny, huh?”

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“Someone get their bloody son.” Y/n groaned.

“Mattheo acting up again?” Harry asked teasingly.

She scowled at him. “No, actually. Your little ginger boyfriend.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not dating Ron.”

“I didn’t say Ron.” Y/n said, grinning.

“Oh for fucks sake!” Harry said, throwing his hands up exasperatedly in defeat.

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“Get ready to lose, Y/n.” Harry said, grinning at his sister from the opposite team.

She scoffed. “That doesn’t even happen in your dreams, Harry.”

He grinned even wider. “It’ll happen now.”

“Why don’t you go get attacked by a bloody dementor again.” She shot back before Madam Hooch blew the whistle for them to kick off.

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Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo and Y/n through the years

also this is a Y/n Potter x Mattheo Riddle type story

this is purely j bc i can’t think of anything else to write

also, i am so not ready for school to start so like sum1 kill me b4 august 8th

that was a lil jokey joke no one start hating on me ok i’m depressed and suicidal so don’t start w the disrespectful thing <3

anyways, i hope u enjoy

Year One

“Your name’s Mattheo Riddle? Like, your last name is Riddle?” Y/n asked, completely shocked. “And you like going around school telling people that?”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re so funny.”

She shrugged. “I get it from my nonexistent parents.”

“Okay, orphan girl, let’s see you pass this test.”

“Okay, Riddle-Me-This, I’ll kick your ass at it.”

“Sure you will.”

Year Two

“Your last name is Riddle… isn’t it?” Y/n asked, looking around the Chamber of Secrets.

“It’s not what you think.” Mattheo said quickly.

She eyed the man behind him. “That’s Tom Marvelo Riddle… and you’re- you’re Mattheo Marvelo Riddle. So what is he?”

“I am Tom Marvelo Riddle.” Tom said irritably. “Voldemort is my past, present, and future.”

She eyed him. “You’re definitely attractive, Tom, but this weird voodoo shit is the type of witchcraft I am not studying.”

He rolled his eyes. “Son, kill her.”

“See? You heard that, Mattheo? Daddy Tom just called you son! You can’t tell me it’s not what I think now.” Y/n said angrily.

Mattheo gave her a pleasing look. “I’m telling you it’s not what it looks like.”

“But it is.” Tom said.

Y/n looked at him. “We’re having a conversation, and for some really old guy who wants, like, immortality or something, you’re not that wise. Like, clearly you’re being rude.”

“I don’t care! Son, kill her!” Tom yelled.

Mattheo turned to Tom. “I won’t. She can be resourceful to us. She’s Y/n Potter. Please, father. We’re friends. She’s a Slytherin. She speaks Parceltongue.”

Tom looked at Y/n suspiciously. “Speak then, girl.”

“What the bloody hell do I look like to you? Your servant?” Y/n asked irritably. “I did not just ruin Daphne Green Ass’s life and become queen bee of Slytherin for you to tell me what to do! I own this school now, got it? I am not gonna listen to some weird hologram type thing when you’re not even actually alive looking like that!”

Mattheo gave her a look. “Shut it.” He hissed.

She crossed her arms. “You’re such a good friend, Mattheo. Honestly. Telling me to shut it and begging your father not to have you kill me. And I thought Hogwarts was terrifying for a moment.” She said sarcastically.

Tom groaned. “You’re both fools!”

“Stop talking like that!” Y/n yelled. “You sound dumb and annoying! Talk like we do because I swear this whole Stone Age vocabulary is really starting to piss me off!”

“Hey, Tom!” Harry yelled, kneeling over Tom Riddle’s diary with a basilisk fang. “Get a load of this.”

Tom reached out. “No!”

But it was too late, Harry had already stabbed the diary and made Tom stumble.

Y/n smacked Mattheo. “You blithering idiot! How could you bring me down here?!”

“You wanted to save Harry!”

“Oh, so now saving Harry means almost dying with him?!” She snapped. “I’ll remember that one.”

“Oh, shut up!” He shot back.

Year Three

“Don’t try to kill me this year, huh, Mattheo.” Y/n joked as they sat at their usual table on the train.

He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t mean to.”

Draco sat beside them. “What’re you two going on about this time?”

“Mattheo almost killed me last year.” Y/n said brightly.

Draco looked at Mattheo. “She’s still not over it?”

“I could’ve died! Hello? Does you not see the problem with that?!” She yelled irritably.

“You weren’t going to die!” Mattheo yelled. “I wouldn’t have killed you and he couldn’t do it!”

She scowled at him. “Let me have my moment, Riddle-Me-This.”

Year Four

“Is that-“ Y/n started, grabbing onto Mattheo’s hand absentmindedly.

He squeezed hers. “Cedric Diggory.”

She covered her face in his shoulder. “That would’ve been me in the Chamber of Secrets. Why couldn’t it have been me?!”

“You’re so dramatic.” Mattheo said, rolling his eyes but still holding onto her tightly as he watched Mr. Digorry run down to where Harry was crying over Cedric’s body.

Year Five

“I swear that dwarf looking flamingo is getting on my last bloody nerves.” Y/n muttered.

Mattheo snorted, looking over at her. “I think you’re handling it all just fine.”

“Look at my hand!” She shrieked, showing Mattheo her hand that had three sentences cut into it with dried blood around it.

His eyes widened. “She did that to you?!”

“She gave me a pen to do it so I technically did it to myself.” Y/n corrected, her eyes watering. “It still burns.”

Mattheo rushed out of the common room and to Professor Umbridge’s office, barging in. “You can’t hurt her! I won’t allow it!”

“What was that, dear?” She asked innocently.

“Y/n. If she still has those cuts on her by tomorrow I’ll be letting my father know.” He said angrily.

She looked at him. “She was being disrespectful.”

“I don’t care what she was being. You better understand who’s higher authority in this, or you’ll end up dead on the street like the Mudbloods.”

She nodded slowly. “I’ll keep that in mind, dear.”

Mattheo hurried out and back to Y/n, holding onto her hand gently and looking at it. “I’ll have to find her little toy so she’ll have to find another way of punishing students, but I want you to know she’s not going to do this to you anymore. She won’t cause any harm to you as long as I’m here.”

Y/n smiled at him. “You’ve got more balls than I think you do.”

“Wanna test that theory?” He asked with a grin.

Year Six

Mattheo looked up at Lilith, who was pacing around his dorm. “You can sit down you know.”

“Shut it.” She hissed before going back to muttering to herself.

He got up from his bed and stopped her by putting both hands out onto her shoulder. “Stressing isn’t going to make this go away.”

“You’re in deep shit, Mattheo.”

“I know, love, but I’ll figure it out.”

“No. I can do it. I can kill him for you. I have reasons to and that way you can remain safe. You and Draco will be fine.”

“You’ll be killing someone, Y/n. I won’t let you do it.”

“I won’t let you follow in your fathers footsteps, Mattheo. I’m doing this and you can change my mind.”

He sighed. “Look, I know it’s scary, I know it’s risky, but I know I can do this.”

She paused then looked up at him. “And that’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”

Year Seven

Y/n hurried over to Mattheo. “He’s back.”

“What?!” He asked groggily, looking up at his fiancé through squinted eyes.

She looked at him. “Your father’s back, love. He wants you downstairs with the rest of us.”

“I’ll be down in a second.”

She pulled him off the bed. “You’ll be down there now. Let’s go.”

He stood up on wobbly legs and walked as quickly as possible behind Y/n. “Why’re we doing this so late?”

“They found my brother.” She whispered, her voice breaking. She cleared her throat and blinked back the tears she was holding before walking into the dining room where all the Death Eaters were.

“Mattheo, my son.” Voldemort said with a small smile. “And his fiancé, Y/n Potter. Lovely to see the both of you. Come sit, come sit.” They sat down on either side of him. “How’s the baby making coming along? I need a promise there will be another heir in case things go wrong.”

“Father, nothing will go wrong.” Mattheo lied.

Y/n looked at her soon to be father in law. “We have full confidence that this will be successful.”

“And you’re alright with me killing your brother?” Voldemort asked suspiciously.

Y/n sat up straighter. “He was a cruel person. I think you’d be doing everyone a favor.”

“The students at Hogwarts don’t think so.” Lucius cut in.

Y/n looked at him. “They don’t know him the way I do. Don’t forget,” she said, looking around, “i’ve spent more time with him than anyone else. Albus Dumbledore left us on the porch of our aunt and uncle for thirteen years.”

“He left you there for fourteen.” Lucius said.

She looked at him. “And that year away he sent me letters about almost everything.”

“But you didn’t find out about me until the next year?” Voldemort asked.

She nodded. “Exactly. Mattheo told me, actually- well he gave me a book about the history and all that.”

Mattheo chewed the inside of his cheek. “Why are we here, father? It’s the middle of the night.”

“We’ve heard of where Harry Potter might go. I have already sent Nagini on her way… If anyone hears anything or sees anything, let me know. The meeting is over now, everyone but the Malfoy’s, Y/n, Mattheo, and Severus can go.” Voldemort said, looking along the table with a smile showing off his ugly top teeth.

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i am still writing the ending to this story so please be patient with me. everything will be published all together because i absolutely hate posting bit by bit so definitely stay tuned for updates on this story.

hope you enjoyed <3

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Study Date

eddie and you are studying and he wants to be difficult

eddie munson x y/n

“Where’s the chemistry book?” You asked, looking under your notebooks and checking your bag.

Eddie looked at you with a big grin, holding up the book over his shoulder. “This?”

You rolled your eyes and held out your hand. “Give it, E.”

“You want it?” He asked teasingly, grin spreading across his face.

You glared at him. “I’m not trying to repeat chem, Eddie.”

“So you do want it.”

“Stop being a smartass.” You said.

He held out the book, when you reached for it he pulled it back, laughing.

You scowled at him. “Come on!” You whined before standing up, him doing the same.

When you reached out for the book he held it up in the air. You groaned. “Eddie, give me the book.”

He raised a brow, giving you a look. “Come on, baby.”

You bit back a smile, standing on your tippy toes and kissed him. When his hands absentmindedly went to your waist like they always did, you grabbed the book with a big grin and took a step back.

He chuckled. “The player becomes the master.”

You sat back down with a satisfied look. “Now, let’s study.”

He smirked. “I can think of some other things we can do.” He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and kissing your neck. “Can you?”

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nearly a year ago, let’s give this sum more recognition 😩

So What?

Y/n walked down the halls to find her best friend, getting the overwhelming feeling she’d be stuck walking into class alone, when she finally bumped into someone she knew. “Oh, great.” She mumbled irritably.

He turned around with a grin. “Well, hello, y/n.”

She rolled her eyes at his cocky grin. “Where’s your brother?”

The question just made his grin grow wider, making your patience even thinner. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He teased.

She let her eyes wander around the halls to avoid eye contact when her eyes landed on him, sighing in relief, she pushed past his brother and hurried off to Tom. “Hey.” She said happily.

He looked up from his book. “Nice of you to wake up early for once.” He teased.

She laughed. “My parents are going to cut me off if I miss school to sleep in.” She explained.

He looked over her head, his eyes stopping on something that made his eyebrows furrow. “Mattheo’s staring at you again.” He whispered.

She quickly spun around to meet Mattheo’s eyes, turning back around so quick she almost fell over.

Tom helped her stand. “You alright?” He asked concerned.

She put a hand to her head. “I swear if he hexed me I’ll burn the little bastard.”

Tom chuckled. “Now I might just help you with that.”

Before y/n could say anything else, the teacher opened the doors for everyone in the class to walk in.

The whole class was a blur, mostly because y/n was asleep through half of it and hurrying to copy off of To ‘a notes during the other half, paying no attention to the teacher whatsoever.

Tom had to talk to one of his teachers before the next class started, which left y/n waiting outside on a bench alone with a book until class started.

Mattheo, who had grown bored of his friend group, walked off to bug y/n, sliding onto the bench and taking the spot a little too close to y/n.

She didn’t glance up from her book or move. “What?” She asked calmly.

He raised a brow. “No snarky comment? Hm.” He hummed. “Are you feeling alright?”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you want, Mattheo?”

“Ah, there’s the tone I was looking for.” He grinned. “What’re you reading?”

She clicked her tongue. “You could check the cover, you know.”

He shrugged. “It would sound so much better coming from your lips than mine.”

She shut her book, her finger holding the page she was on, snapping her head to look at him. “What do you want, Mattheo?” She repeated, this time a little less calm.

He smirked. “Maybe I want to help with your anger issues.”

“Maybe you should work on yours first.” She said back.

He laughed. “We could work on it together.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’d rather burn. Over and over. For eternity.”

He shrugged. “I could make it worth your while.”

She raised a brow. “What’s your angle, Riddle?”

He looked away with a small grin. “There’s no angle. I just think we could help each other out.”

“Have fun finding someone for that because I’m not your girl.” She slipped a small piece of paper into her book before getting up.

“But you could be.” Mattheo mumbled, but y/n had already walked off with all her things.

His shoulders slumped. “Great.”

Tom walked over to him laughing. “Did you seriously think whatever you were planning would work?”

Mattheo scowled at his brother. “It’s not like you’ve tried getting with her. Why is she so difficult.”

“She’s not into like that.” Tom said in a ‘duh’ tone.

Mattheo scoffed. “All the girls are into me like that.”

Tom shook his head and laughed a little more. “Not the one you like like that.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t like her like that, Tommy.”

“Then stop going after her, because I swear on my life and hers I will make yours a living hell if you break her heart or mess around with her for kicks. Got it?” Tom said sternly.

Mattheo put his hands up, a familiar teasing grin growing on his face. “It’s not that deep, brother.” And with that he walked off, another grinning glance at Tom before going straight ahead to see if he could find y/n.

He didn’t see her until school was over, when the clouds were making weird shapes up and the colors were changing from the sun going down, the black lake always looked prettiest at this time of day, which is why Mattheo chose to walk alongside it, also in hopes he’d find a weird creature in the water and draw it.

He came across y/n when he was walking back to the school, she was laying on her back, her head rested on her book bag, with a different book in her hands than she was reading hours prior. He walked over to her confidently.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

She sighed. “What?”

He sat down beside her. “So this is what you do after school?”

She rolled her eyes. “Quidditch practice was canceled today.”

He nodded. “Totally forgot you were on the team.”

She glanced at him. “Is there any reason you’re here or what?”

He shrugged. “Just wanted to know how you were doing.”

She pulled a piece of paper put of her robe, handing it to Mattheo without looking away from her book. “You read that and tell me how you think I’m feeling.”

His eyes scanned over the paper. “An animagus? Seriously?”

She shrugged. “Now I’ve got to wait for my uncle Newt to come down here and talk to me about everything.”

Mattheo handed the paper back. “So you can’t go home?”

She shook her head. “Apparently my brothers tore up the place pretty bad and they’re trying to get it under control.”

“So why don’t you just stay with me and Tom?”

She snorted. “Because it’s you and Tom. I swear both of you don’t know how to not argue, especially when you’re trying to do something ‘important’.”

Matthe scoffed. “We do not!”

She raised a brow. “So we’re just gonna play that game now?”

He shrugged. “I mean…”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re an idiot if you think you don’t argue with your brother a lot.”

“Just stay with us.” It came out more as a plead than a suggestion, which was not Mattheo’s intention at all.

Y/n laughed. “Beg me.” She joked.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, ha ha, very funny.” He said sarcastically. “Just stay with us.”

She glanced at him from her book. “If I do will you go away?”

“Maybe.” He said.

She shrugged. “Fine. Just let your brother know so it’s not a surprise or anything.”

“Okay.” Mattheo got up. “Did you finish the other book?” He asked, stopping himself from running off to find his brother so he could talk to y/n some more.

She looked up at him. “Yes. I had most of my classes to read through it.”

“How long have you had this one?”

“Since lunch. Why?”

He grinned. “No reason, no reason.”

“Why?” She repeated, this time sternly.

Mattheo looked down at her. “You’ll find out.” He winked at her before running off to find Tom.

When Spring break rolled around, y/n, Tom, and Mattheo went to Tom and Mattheo’s mansion they inherited when their dad mysteriously passed away.

Y/n explored a little since it was a bit of an upgrade from where the Riddle brothers were staying when she last stayed with them.

She stepped into a dark ish bedroom with lots of books. She walked over to the blinds and pushed them open so she could get a better look in the room.

“I usually like the curtains closed.” Mattheo said, scaring the shit out of y/n.

She turned to him with a hand over her heart. “Warn a girl next time, Mattheo!”

He laughed. “Sorry, sorry.”

She continued to look around. “You know, your room is the darkest one in this whole house. And the most gloomy.” Her eyes landed on the bookshelves. “Except for the books. They’re gorgeous.”

He chuckled. “You can go ahead and take some if you want. I’ve read all of them so I don’t really care.”

She raised a brow before laughing. “You’ve read all these? Like actually, actually? You’re not screwing with me?”

He shook his head. “Is that a surprise?”

“Yes! In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you open a book.”

“You don’t spend any time in the library.” He stated. “That’s where I am during my free time.”

“When you’re not walking around the lake.” She said.

He laughed. “You stalking me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, Mattheo. I’ve seen you walking around like a loner because I spend most of my time by the lake. It’s where some of the hot guys at our school swim so it’s a pretty good view.”

Mattheo clenched his jaw before letting out a forced laugh. “I forgot you like staring at strangers who are half naked.”

She shrugged. “If they’re hot, they’re hot. I gotta stare.”

“You’re not like… staring at them like that, are you?” He laughed. “Cause that would be weird.”

“Oh, like how you look at me?” She said, raising a brow as a grin pulled at her lips.

He chuckled. “Now, darling, I think you’re just seeing things.”

“Oh?” She asked, walking over to him. “So if I were to take my sweater off you’d keep looking at my eyes?”

He laughed awkwardly. “Well, I think a lot of people would look, honestly…”

She raised a brow. “If your brother was changing you’d look at his chest?”

He rolled his eyes. “No. Obviously not.”

She nodded. “But you’d have a problem looking in my eyes instead of at my chest?”

“Well you’re not my sister so I can look.”

“Well now you just sound like a creep.” Y/n teased.

Mattheo scowled. “Well now you’re not being fair.”

“Oh no?” She grinned, unzipping her hoodie and sliding it off her arms. “My eyes are up here, Mattheo.”

“Screw this.” Mattheo mumbled annoyed. He cupped y/n’s face gently before pulling her in and pressing his lips against hers.

She pulled away for air after what felt like a short time period. “You do that to all the girls who try to take their sweater off?” She asked dumbfounded.

He shook his head and laughed, his hands still cupping her face. “You’re so blind sometimes, y/n.”

She raised a brow. “And you’re not?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “No?”

“You sound unsure.” She teased. “But you are.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling his hands away. “You are more than I am.”

“I’ve been in love with you since I met you.” She said quietly. “And you never noticed.”

He grinned. “So the flirting was getting to you?” He teased.

“I’ll cut your throat.” She said quickly.

He chuckled. “I’ll take my chances.” He pulled her in for another kiss, pulling away when he heard footsteps getting closer to his room.

She quickly pulled back and stood by the bookshelf, getting a book off the shelf quickly. “What’s this one about?” She asked calmly.

Matthe cleared his throat. “Uh, uhm… werewolves.” He said after clearing his throat.

Tom knocked on the door frame. “Hey, there’s hot water on the stove right now. I’ve got to stop by the market to get some more stuff for dinner. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

Mattheo grinned at y/n as Tom walked off to get his shoes on and leave for the market.

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Get on Your Knees

steve went to nancy’s house and told you he was going to smoke with jonathan byers instead

you found out he lied and got mad

he didn’t cheat, you just don’t know that and he doesn’t wanna make you think he’s lying or something

he was just trying to cheer her up after she got into a fight with jonathan

last steve harrington fanfic for the rest of the hour i promise 😩🤞

“Come on, y/n. You know I love you.” Steve said, looking at you with pleading eyes.

You shook you head slowly, tears filling your eyes. “I can’t trust your words anymore, so either prove it or move on.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “How? How can I prove it?”

You glanced down at the ground, a small grin pulling at your lips. “I’ve got an idea or two.”

“How?” He asked again.

You glanced down at the ground again. “Come on, baby. Keep up.”

He looked down at the ground, the look of confusion still stuck on his pretty face. “I don’t- I don’t understand.”

“Get on your knees for me, Stevie.” You said with a defeated sigh.

His eyes widened. “Wh- what?”

You grinned, a flash of something new in your eyes that kind of turned Steve on. “You heard me.”

He slowly rested his knees down against the pavement, his eyes on you the whole time. “Like this?”

“Mhm. Now tell me you love me.” You said, looking down at him.

“I love you, y/n. I love you.” He said, eyes remaining on you.

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Eddie Munson’s Girl

“Come on, Eddie, just a little further.” You urged, pulling him along the forest trail leading deeper into it.

He groaned. “I thought deer just prance around the forest.”

“No, Eddie. They’re over here. Haven’t you ever seen Snow White?” You hissed, looking around with your camera ready.

He sighed. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

“You’re helping me.” You said, still pulling him along.

He stopped abruptly, making you look where you were going, gasping lightly at the sight of a pretty deer and her baby. “Don’t make any sudden movements, E.” You warned, taking out your camera and snapping a picture. “Shit.” You mumbled, snapping the second picture quickly.

Eddie leaned against a fallen tree. “You got your pictures… can we go now?”

“Oh come on.” You whined. “Let’s walk a little more in. I’m sure there’s more deer.”

“You got two good pictures, y/n. Let’s go.” He urged with a sweet smile.

You took the hand he held out and let him lead you back out of the forest. “You’re lame.” You muttered.

“You love me anyways.” He muttered back.

When you guys got back to his trailer, he rushed to his guitar, calling it all the stupid, cheesy pet names he calls you.

You sat down at his table and pulled out your black nail polish from off the window sill. “Hey, E! Come here!”

He kissed his guitar one last time. “Sorry, my princess called me.” Then he hurried to where you were and sat across from you. “What’s up, love?”

“Can I paint your nails.” You looked at him with puppy dog eyes, holding the nail polish up. “We’ll be matching.”

He smiled, holding out his hand. “Of course. Hey, can you draw that eye you drew on the back of your hand a while ago? I thought it was cool.”

“Yes.” You said excitedly, pulling his hand closer to paint them. “So, tell me what’s new with all the D&D stuff.”

“So, Dustin brings in Erica Sinclair, right? And I’m standing there like “does this guy think this is a joke? is this babysitters club or something?”, but I was proven wrong, baby. She was cool. I didn’t think I’d ever agree with a literal baby, but there I was, listening and nodding to everything she said. Every move she made, I would’ve done, too.”

“I think you found your soulmate, babe.” You teased.

He laughed. “No, no. I’ve already found her.” He gave you a sweet look that made you blush.

“Oh, please.” You laughed, searching your brain for a new topic. “Uh… oh! How’s Dustin doing with his school stuff?”

“I think he’s having his girlfriend fix his grades to make them presentable.” He laughed.

You nodded, trying not to get nail polish on his pinky. “That sounds like something that moron would do.”

“He talks about you.” Eddie said suddenly, making you look up in surprise, which made him smile nervously. “He thinks you’re an amazing older sister, even though you’re annoying and his friends think you’re hot.”

You laughed. “Yeah. I had Mike and Lucas pining after me for years.”

“Will?” He asked, wondering if you’d just forgotten about Will.

You snorted. “Nope. I’m pretty sure Will’s gay.”

“Like Robin?” He asked.

You shrugged. “I mean, he probably likes guys, but yeah.”

“Robin could help him come out.” Eddie said suggestively.

You smiled at the thought. “That would be something, wouldn’t it?”

“It’d be cute.”

“Imagine a little Will walking up to him mom with an awkward expression… what if he pulled out a cheap ass rainbow flag with a wooden rod and waved it in his moms face?” You joked.

Eddie laughed. “That sounds like Will.”

“Awkward little bastard.” You said with a smile.

“So you watched them grow up?”

“Oh, yeah. Babysitting with Nancy was always interesting. The boys would be so loud in the basement while we were working on homework or gossiping about the people in our school.” You said, pondering the thought.

“You ever talk about boys?” Eddie asked, breaking her out of her thoughts.

You shrugged. “Sometimes. We’d mostly talk about the girls we didn’t like.”

He laughed. “That sounds like you.”

You pulled away. “All done, Mr Munson.”

“Oooh. I like when you call me that.” He said, handing you a marker.

You rolled your eyes. “Dork.”

He smiled, holding out his left hand. “That eye, please.”

“Of course, baby.”

“So, how’s you meet Robin?”

“It’s like this, I met Will through Dustin, Nancy through Will, Steve through Nancy, and Robin through Steve. Me and Steve stayed friends after him and Nancy broke up, obviously, and I even worked at Scoops Ahoy for a bit but I got fired for yelling at an old man for calling me the n word.” You said, laughing a little.

His eyebrows raised. “He called you a what?”

“The n word. Erica was eating ice cream right by me, too. Honestly I did it more for her sake than mine. If he called me that when she wasn’t around I’d just spit in her food, but the look she gave him… she’s just a kid, you know.” You said softly.

Eddie looked at you with his pretty, wonderous eyes. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“I hear it everyday from my wonderful boyfriend.” You said with a smile.

He looked down at his hand. “What’s that?” He pointed to the letters a little above the eye.

“My initials plus… your initials.” You smiled up at him. “You’re so getting this tattooed.”

He laughed. “Whatever you want, baby.” Then he grabbed your hand and kissed it.

disclaimer :

i do not condone saying the n word if you aren’t black, it’s just what people thought was okay back then. it wasn’t okay then and it isn’t now.

also, i will be going back to writing about steve religiously because he is the only guy i’ll ever get on my knees for.

p.s. someone give me shifting tips bc i wanna show this man how much i love him lololol jkjk but like, shifting tips ?? anyone ????

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Drunk Steve Harrington Pt2

unexpected pt 2 bc pt 1 was just so cute

you’re basically just teasing him the entire time

also, i’m madly in love with steve harrington

you’re at home, your parents are off at some business thing together

you’ve got the house to yourself but couldn’t have the party there last night because they left that night (if that makes sense)

Steve groaned loudly, waking you up. “What the fuck is that ringing noise?”

You turn over to look at him on the floor, then giggle. “You had a quite a night, Stevie.”

He covered his face with his palms. “Please tell me you got me out of there before I embarrassed myself.”

Your giggles turned into laughter. “Sort of.”

“What’d I do?” He asked, scared of the answer.

You sat up with a big, satisfied smile. “Well, last night you told me you had a girlfriend, then I told you it was me, and you said something like ‘am i dreaming’, and then when we got home I tried to get you to come sleep next to me but you said, and I quote, ‘no thanks, i have a very beautiful girlfriend who i don’t want to lose, thank you.”

He groaned again. “I’m an idiot.”

You hopped off your bed. “A fun one. You were very talkative and annoying, though.”

“Rude.” He scoffed, slowly sitting up as you rushed off to your kitchen to grab a water.

“You got white girl wasted last night, Stevie.” You teased, bringing him a glass of water and an aspirin.

He took it, shoving the aspirin in his mouth and gulping down all the water, taking a deep breath out. “That was some good water.”

“You had some good vodka last night.” You added with a grin.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re an asshole.”

“I’ll tell your girlfriend you’re being mean to me.” You teased.

He stood up, walking over to you and kissing your forehead. “Mhm. You’re lucky I love you, baby.”

“Oh, am I?” You grinned. “You said you were the luckiest boy in the world when I told you we were together.”

He scowled at you. “I’m going home.”

“The only place you’re going, Steve, is my bed. Come here.” You practically pulling him on your bed and tucked him in. “You need to sleep this hangover off because we’ve got a nice date tonight and I don’t want you ruining it with your stupid sunglasses inside.”

He smiled when his head hit your pillow. “I look good with my sunglasses on.”

“You won’t be able to see the movie.” You explained.

“Where are we going?” He asked confused.

“Drive in.” You deadpanned.

“Then what’re you worried about my sunglasses inside for?”

“I won’t be able to see when you get scared.” You explained.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re in love with me.” You teased, cuddling beside him.

“I am.” He kissed the back of your head.

You smiled. “But you couldn’t be more in love with me than I am with you.”

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Drunk Steve Harrington

you’re at a party in Robin’s house

you and Steve are together

as the night goes on he’ll forget what you said and just talk, but randomly remember

also, this is a little graduation party for him that you and Robin threw as a surprise

y/n = your name

You walk into Robin’s kitchen to find Steve sitting by the fridge with a bottle of vodka in his hand and a big grin on his face. “Y/n!” He said happily, throwing his hands in the air.

You obviously can’t help but smile because he’s so fucking cute when he’s drunk, but you also can’t help rolling your eyes at how dumb he is when he drinks. You help him stand up.

“Come on, King Steve, it’s time to go home.” You sigh, throwing his arm over your shoulder before sliding your hand around his waist, holding him tightly.

“No home.” He said in a whiny toddler tantrum kind of way but also in a very cute, hot kind of way.

You hold him even tighter as you start walking out. “Fine. We’ll go to my house.”

He chuckled, taking a swig of the vodka before wiping his face. “I don’t think so, lady. I have a girlfriend.”

“Yeah. I know.” You huff, taking the vodka from his hand and placing it on the table by the door. “Bye, Robbie.”

“See ya, Y/n.” Robin says from the couch before kissing the girl she took a little break from to say bye.

You practically dragged Steve to your car and shoved him in the passengers seat. He rested his elbows on the console and placed his chin on the palm of his hands, looking at you all bright eyed. “You’re my girlfriend?”

“Yes, Steve.” You said, glancing at him as you started the car.

He smiled widely. “Boy, am I the luckiest guy in the world! How’d I get someone as gorgeous as you to like me?”

“Love you, Steven. I love you.” You corrected with a smile.

He chuckled. “See, now, that’s just unbelievable.”

“It’s true, though.” You responded, driving down the street.

“Am I dreaming?” He asked, looking around the car and gasping. “Hey! That’s my uniform.”

You glanced back at what he was pointing at to see his basketball uniform he stole from the school when he graduated. “Yeah, Steve. You left it in my car when we had sex that one time.”

“Woah! We had sex?!” He asked gleefully.

“Yes, Steve.” You said, thinking back on the memory of you both sweating and panting in the backseat of your car, rain pouring on the car and around it but your body heat keeping you both warm.

He grinned. “How was I?”

“You’re not gonna remember any of this, Steve.” You sighed, glancing at his pretty face.

He shook his head slightly, his grin remaining on his face. “Nope.”

“Mhm.” You hummed.

“So, what kind of music do you like?” He asked interestedly.

“I really, really like The Beetles. I don’t think I can live without that one song… the, uh, oh! Something. It’s just so good.” You said, just rambling, Steve’s staring making you nervous.

He chuckled. “Uh huh. And because we’re ‘together’, what’s my favorite song?”

“You love listening to Cyndi Lauper.” You said teasingly, glancing at him.

His eyes widened and he gasped. “We should listen to one of her songs!”

“Absolutely not.” You laughed. “We can listen to literally anything else.”

“You don’t like Cyndi Lauper?” He asked, giving his puppy dog eyes to you.

You glanced over at him again before smiling widely. “I love her. Put her on, Stevie.”

He looked around. “What?”

“Just press play on the radio. The things already in.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah. You put it in when I picked you up for the party.” You sighed.

He frowned. “Why aren’t we taking my car?”

“Because we both knew you’d get drunk.” You said, stopping at the stop sign and watching him press play.

“Ooooh!” He said excitedly, bouncing in his seat. “Sing with me, stranger!”

“You’re such a freak, Harrington.” You laughed.

He wasn’t listening much, though. He was way too busy singing along to Good Love.

“This is my shit!” He yelled excitedly.

He sang along to the songs on his tape the rest of the way home, while you laughed and teased him. You couldn’t wait to make fun of him tomorrow when he was sober and could be embarrassed.

#steve harrington #steve harrington drunk #robin buckley #y/n #steve x reader #xoch magoch #fanfic #king steve #stranger things #party #graduation party #stranger things fan fic #stranger things fic #steve harrington x reader

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98% out of 100. ladies, gays, theys, and thems please be safe. don’t go walking around alone at night without a weapon. avoid talking to men without your bestie or someone you trust around. it sucks that this is happening and it sucks out rights are being taken away because the stupid supreme court wants more power over us. we will continue to fight for our rights just like our grandmothers before us.

the fact that states are taking away the right to have an abortion is beyond me, i don’t understand why men think they have an opinion on uteruses of womens bodies to begin with.

to all the christian’s who have been celebrating the roe v wade thing, i hope y’all choke. there are reasons women are having abortions so let them be. there are reasons it is still legal in some states. some women could die if they carry on with having their child and you wanna stay pro life? it’s bullshit.

to all the old men saying women can’t have abortions, kill yourselves. like i swear men wonder why we say we hate all men and pull dumb ass shit like this. it is my body therefore it’s my choice. if they want a day over our bodies we should get a say on theirs. why don’t you old fucks go get a vasectomy? why don’t you nasty ass men keep your laws off my body.

if a man comes at me and tells me i can’t have an abortion, i swear i’ll punch them. i don’t care if i’m 4’11 and barely 120 pounds, i will start throwing these baby hands. this is ridiculous. fuck you men, i hope you get your dick bitten off, i hope your parents let you know how much they didn’t want you.

to the pro choice men, i love you. you literally deserve the world. like, i am literally praising you for the bare minimum because of the way our world is. but still, i love y’all. i hope you’re all doing good and i hope you’ll fight with us women to get our rights back.

also, now that they’ve taken away abortion rights in some states, they wanna take away gay rights as well; same sex marriages, relationships, sex in general. i think i should have a right to love who i love. it’s not hurting anyone, it’s not doing anything to anyone.

to all you homophobic males, suck my fat, giant, non existent cock. to my homophobic females, suck my motherfucking vagina.

anyways, stay strong babes. we can and we will win this fight against those old, wrinkly, raisin looking bitches. fuck the supreme court.

i love you girls, gays, theys, thems, and pro choice males. i hope you’re all doing okay and i hope you won’t be silenced by the people around you just because they don’t agree with you. <3

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Hi can you do something like mattheo riddle x Potter! Reader? Where reader is the daughter of Harry and Mattheo studies in her year so because of that, Harry makes Hermione (who is the teacher of defence against the dark in the cursed child) to keep her away from mattheo as he thinks mattheo might take revenge for his father? which he might be intending to? But mattheo goes full on yandere on reader ?

b a c k g r o u n d :

Y/n Potter, fem!reader

Hermione Weasley as DADA professor

Hermione is told to keep Y/n away from Mattheo Riddle bc he’s dangerous

Mattheo Riddle comes back for revenge

Takes place during 5th year

“Potter, get to class.” A teacher scolded at Y/n, who was already sprinting through the halls to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

She slipped into class and sat down quickly in the only empty seat.

Professor Weasley looked around the room. “There are a couple problems with the seating arrangement. Can I have Longbottom switch places with Potter? Uh… Malfoy switch with, uh, Zabini, please. And… I think the seatings good, let me just make a chart…” She rummaged through folders before finding a piece of parchment, a quill, and ink. “Go ahead and start moving while I make this.” She said, her head down as she continued to scribble on the paper.

Y/n looked at the boy. “Did I do something?”

He raised a brow. “You’re Potter?”

She nodded, holding out a hand. “Y/n Potter.”

“I’m guessing you’ve got a couple brothers roaming around.”

She shrugged. “Just a couple.”

He nodded. “You fitting in the way you want?”

She looked down at her things. “Maybe just a little.”

“If you need a friend, I’m here.” He grinned, a small but seemingly devilish grin.

She picked up her things and looked at him. “I might just take you up on that.”

“Y/n.” Professor Weasley said. “You haven’t moved yet.”

Y/n hurried to the Longbottoms seat and set her things down. “Sorry, professor.” She said softly.

“See me after class, please, Potter.” Weasley said before starting teaching.

After class Y/n stood by Weasley’s desk with her book bag slung over her shoulder. “You told me to stay after class.”

“Y/n.” She said. “I know me and your father aren’t exactly close anymore and you have no idea who my children are…” She sighed. “I knew Harry when we came here. He found out I took a job here and asked me, practically begged me, to keep an eye on you.”

“So you moved me to the front?” I asked confused.

She sighed. “The boy you were sitting beside is Mattheo Riddle.”

“So?” Y/n asked curiously.

“There are books and journals I can give you to help you understand exactly what kind of person raised Mattheo Riddle.” She said. “Come back here after dinner and I’ll give you everything.”

She nodded. “Alright. But until then I’m gonna be nice to him.”

“Y/n- Harry doesn’t want you even looking at him.”

“He’s not here.”

“He will be.”

Y/n paused. “What?” The emotion drained from her face. “You can’t be serious. It’s barely the first day!”

Professor Weasley shrugged. “He’ll be here soon to speak with the headmaster.”

“He wants to talk to Headmaster Marazion? For what?”

“For you.” Weasley paused. “You should probably get to your next class.” She motioned to the students already sitting down at tables.

“May I have a note, then?” Y/n asked.

Weasley scribbled on a piece of ripped parchment and handed it to Y/n. “I’ll see you after dinner, Potter.”

Y/n half smiled before hurting out of the classroom, eager to get away from all the curious stares of her peers.

To her dismay, the stares wouldn’t just end in the classrooms. Across the doorway to DADA, Mattheo Riddle was leaned against an archway to the quad with a cigarette in his hand, his eyes trained on her as a small smile played on his lips.

“Shouldn’t you be somewhere?” Y/n asked him.

He shrugged, his eyes wandering away from her. “Dunno. Should I?”

“As a matter of fact, class starts in a couple minutes and I know smoking isn’t on anyone schedules.”

“Oh.” He frowned. “It isn’t?”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “You’re not funny.”

He looked at her innocently. “You’re the one who came up to me.”

She scowled. “Go duck yourself, Riddle.”

“You know my name?” He asked teasingly before taking another drag.

She shrugged. “Professor Weasley pulled me aside to have a…”, She looked at him disgustedly when he tossed his cigarette away, “chat.”

He grinned at her. “About me?”

“She said your dangerous.” Y/n said, crossing her arms. “I’d she right?”

“Well, she’s not exactly wrong.” He smirked. “What? You scared to talk now?”

She crossed her arms. “Give me a reason why I shouldn’t start finding ways to avoid you, Riddle.”

“Can’t do that, princess.” He said grinning at her.

“Why not?”

“I’d be lying if I told you I’m who you should hang around.”

“I’d be lying if I told you I don’t want to backhand you right now.”

He laughed. “Come on, Potter, don’t be like that.”

“How am I supposed to be, then?”

“Calm.”

“How can I be calm when a professor’s telling me to stay the bloody hell away from you?”

“Definitely not like this.”

“No shit.” She scowled.

He smiled. “I’ll give you a million reasons if I have to, Potter. You’re the only one who doesn’t know about my father.”

“I’m the only one because I refuse to learn about an old, hairless fuck who wanted to live forever.”

“So you’ve heard of him?” He asked with a grin, this time it was playful or fun, it was sad.

Y/n eyed him. “I’ve heard stories. Bedtime stories, really. My father told them to me and my brothers all the time.”

He nodded. “You should probably get to class.”

“Show me your schedule.” She said, completely ignoring him.

He handed her the paper with a sigh. “We don’t have any more classes together, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I was thinking that. Now I know.” She shoved the schedule back in his hands. “Let’s get to Potions.”

He furrowed his brows but let her guide him to the Potions classroom.

“Sit beside me.” She ordered after taking a seat in the back.

He did so, eyeing her suspiciously while people eyed them and whispered.

During dinner Y/n grabbed some food then left to sit by the Black Lake and catch up on her studies so she wouldn’t miss anything.

“You missed a hell of a show back there, princess.” Mattheo said as she sat down beside her.

Y/n looked up at him. “You don’t have anything better to do than bother me?”

“Nope.”

“Tell me about your father, then.”

He stopped. “That’s not a good idea.”

She crossed her arms. “Tell me before I get a prejudiced point of view of it all.”

“Come on, princess.” He said softly.

She shut her books. “See you around, then.” She was about to get up when he sighed.

“He was so cold. Not his voice or his looks or anything, but his skin. I remember he’d hold me sometimes to help me sleep and he’d need to wear a large, wool coat so mine and his skin wouldn’t press together. It was so cold it’d make my teeth clatter. But he was never cruel to me the way he was to other people. To his followers. He’d take time out of his meetings to play with me and he’d let me do whatever I wanted.I remember I’d dance around the dining room while my father talking about horrible things. The only thing on my mind at that time was the music playing in my brain. A low hum of a melody played in my head, I remember.”

He shook his head and looked up at me. “He was never cruel to me. He didn’t try to teach me a thing he was doing. He let me… well, he let me live like any other child.”

Y/n shook her head. “Why couldn’t you just tell me that?”

He shrugged. “Because then you’d know.”

She crossed her arms. “And now that I do?”

“I might have to kill you.” He said, seriously at first then bursting into laughter, Y/n laughing along with him.

——————————————————————

Days, weeks, even months passed by where Y/n would read about Voldemort in secret so Mattheo wouldn’t know and where she was also close with Mattheo without teachers and students knowing.

Everything was going well when Y/n walked in on Mattheo writing something. The only thing she found odd about it all is the fact he shoved the paper into the drawer of his desk quickly.

“Hey, princess.” He said teasingly, as usual, but something was off about his voice.

She pretended not to notice. “Hey. We still on for kitchen raising?”

“Yeah. Yes, of course.” He stood up and shoved his school cloak on. “Let’s go.”

After the successful kitchen raid, Y/n and Mattheo went back to Mattheo’s room to eat some of the food and have a slumber party, considering all his roommates found different beds and rooms to occupy.

After Mattheo fell asleep Y/n went thought his drawer and grabbed the note, multiple letters under it.

Dear Mattheo,

I hope you’re doing well in classes. Mostly, I hope you’re doing well with your assignment I gave you. Y/n seems to be falling for your little act so continue that. Don’t, under any circumstance, give up what you’re doing. You die for this agreement. This is for a good cause. Her fathers the reason I lost the only person who truly understood me. Her father’s the reason you’re an orphan and staying with me. Don’t screw this up, Riddle. - G

Y/n shoved the letter from someone back into the drawer before shoving the letter Mattheo was writing, then she ran off to her dorm.

Maybe everything was fake. Maybe he didn’t mean anything he told her. She didn’t care. All she wanted right then was to scream.

So, she made her way to the astronomy tower and stood by the railing, screaming her heart out to make herself feel better.

The railing bent in her hands, the ceiling cracked, wind blew harder into the castle, breaking windows, the world seemed to bend at her will.

She stopped when she realized something was wrong. The whole castle was going into lock down.

She hurried down the stairs and got in line with a group of Hufflepuffs and Slytherins walking together to the Great Hall.

Weasley walked over to her and pulled her away. “What the hell happened?”

She shrugged. “I was wandering the castle when I felt it.”

Her professor nodded. “Best to go sit with your house, then.”

Y/n smiled. “See you, professor.”

Mattheo caught up with you by the Gryffindor table. “Y/n, what the hell happened? You just disappeared.”

“Sorry, Mattheo.” Y/n said softly, avoiding eye contact.

He stopped dead in his tracks. “Y/n?”

She continued to avoid eye contact.

He looked at her with pure concern. “What happened, darling? Did someone say something? Did you see something? What happened?”

“Someone did say something.” She said softly, her eyes welling up. “I saw it.”

“You saw what someone said?” He asked confused.

She took a shaky breath. “Mattheo… I saw- I saw it. I saw what they said. G. I saw what G said.”

He grabbed her hand. “Y/n, please, please listen to me, okay? This guy took me in to live with his kids and his wife. Something happened during the Battle of Hogwarts. Something serious. He lost someone. A lover or a friend-I don’t know. All I know is he’s angry with your father.”

“What the fucking hell do I have to do with my father?” She snapped.

He shrugged. “Dunno. I told you what I know, Y/n, please believe me.”

She looked at him. “How can I?”

He looked at her with glassy eyes. “Y/n please, please, please believe me. I don’t want anything to do with all this. I just needed a place to stay, I didn’t know the risks I’d be taking until I got to know you.”

She glared at him. “You’re going to take me to whoever the hell is taking care of you. Understood?”

“I can’t do that without making it look like I’ve hurt you.”

“You have.”

“No, like physically hurt you.”

“You physically pain me every time you open your stupid ass mouth.” Y/n scowled.

He smiled slightly at my words before frowning. “He wants me to use the cruciatus curse on you, love.”

She pursed her lips. “He wants you to hurt me? Literally, actually fucking hurt me?!”

Mattheo looked at her pitifully. “I’m so sorry.”

She glared at him. “Mattheo Riddle, you’re going to do what I say. No complaining or whining or whatever. Am I understood?”

“Anything.” He said.

I was cut up and bruised when Mattheo dragged me into a cottage with things scattered around the lawn. Signs of children living there were everywhere.

A man stood by the door, dressed in a suit, a devilish grin on his face. “Well, well, well Potter. I haven’t seen you since you were young.”

I shook my head. “Wait- you’re G?”

“George Weasley.” He said proudly.

She looked at him confused. “But Hermione Weasley’s my professor- she told me I only needed to worry about Mattheo.”

“They thought I’d gotten over the fact I lost my best friend. He was my other half. My twin brother. We had a stronger bond than any. He fought so hard for us, for your father. I lost an ear, but my brother lost his life. And for that I must do something.” He looked at Y/n pitifully. “I’m sorry you got mixed up into this.”

“Fred Weasley. He’s your twin.” She said softly. “My father used to tell me wonderful stories of you and Fred with your jokes, your joke shop, the pranks you played… you two are legends in our house.”

Mattheo looked up at George pleadingly. “Don’t hurt her.”

“Love makes you weak, Mattheo.” He said coolly.

“Is that what Fred would say?” Y/n asked curiously. “Maybe he’d say something about your wife, considering she was his date to some ball.”

“How-“ Mattheo started.

“Professor Weasley gave me multiple books about Voldemort, they had a bunch of backstories on the people who died, one of them had stuff about Fred.” Y/n cut in.

George shook his head. “She’s all I have left of him and I’m all that’s left of him for her.”

“And you get what exactly for hurting me?”

“I’ll be hurting Harry.”

“He values his sons more than his daughter, Georgie.” Y/n said softly.

The man sighed. “Tell me who.”

“What good does it do? Huh? You’ll be caught and sent to Azkaban. How would Fred react to all this bullshit you’re doing? You’ll be the most talked about, even more talked about than Sirius Black.”

“I need to do this for my brother.”

“Would your brother do it for you?” Y/n asked after a long pause, trying to pick her words carefully.

George looked at her as his eyes filled with tears. “I don’t know.”

Y/n chewed the inside of her cheek. “Look, George, you’ve got two options. Either you let me go and you’re gonna be just fine or you kill me and spend the rest of your life away from your kids, rotting in a bloody cell.”

“I can’t just leave this alone.”

“You can’t just hurt me. I’m innocent.”

“I’ll hurt your father, then. Directly.”

“And what about my mum?”

“Ginny.” He said softly.

She raised a brow. “How you do know that?”

“She’s my sister.” He looked away. “They cut off all contact with our family when, I’m guessing, your oldest brother was born, or when Ginny found out she was pregnant with him. I haven’t seen her since Fred’s funeral.”

“I’ll take you to her.” Y/n said softly. “I’ll take you to see her, George. You don’t need to hurt me or my brothers, though.”

“How can I make Harry hurt?” George asked, eyes burning through Y/n’s.

She looked away. “He’s got ashes of three people. Sirius Black, Nymphadora Tonks, and Remus Lupin.”

“Take me to those before you take me to my sister.”

“Deal.” She said.

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Mattheo Riddle’s Whore

Part of the story : Forever Yours (by Xoch Magoch) on Wattpad ;)

B a c k g r o u n d :

Story is in first person view <3

Kaiana Black is the daughter of Remus Lupin and Bellatrix Lestrange, but was adopted by Sirius Black so he and Remus could have a kid together

They’re in their fourth year

This is, in fact, a story about a curious young girl who will, in fact, fuck with anyone if it got her what she wanted

This may be a spoiler to the book

Also, Mattheo got into a fight and the person he was fighting with stabbed him, so Kai cleaned his wounds and stitched his cut back together

 Fred handed me a book. "For you, darling."

I smiled. "Thank you." I turned over to looked at George. "Please hand me that one."

George picked it off the table and placed it in the stack of books piling in my arms. "You're welcome." He said with a smile.

Mattheo came over to us. "Kai, it's, uh, my..." He motioned to his stomach subtly.

I set the books on the table. "Call me when you've got all the books, please. I'll be back before you know it." Then I rushed off after Mattheo.

"Lift up your shirt." I instructed when he sat down on his bed.

He grinned up at me. "You want me that bad?"

I scowled at him. "Shirt. Now."

He slid it over his head, slowly revealing his toned abs.

"Jeez." I muttered.

He put his hands behind him and leaned back. "You can fix up my stitches, if you want. It's not like that's the reason we're here or anything." He said sarcastically.

I pushed his head back, which made him lay all the way back. "Zip it, Mattheo. I've got work to do."

After I removed his stitches I looked up at him. "How'd you even ruin these?"

He sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "You don't even wanna know."

"But I do. That's why I asked." I said.

He looked at me for a second. "Hm. So, did you hear about the first challenge?"

"Dragons." I said.

He raised a brow. "I had no idea you were into things like this."

I began to stitch his wound together again. "Why does it matter?"

"Maybe we can go to one of the challenges together." He said as if he hadn't heard me.

When I finished I set the needle aside. "Mattheo..." My voice trailed off because my eyes landed on his lips.

He smirked. "Do it." He urged.

So I did. I kissed him again.

He held onto my head as we continued to kiss. I didn't hesitate to let my hands tangle into his hair yet again.

When I pulled away for air, he grinned at me. "You know, you could just get on top of me."

I hesitated. "You're ridiculous."

"For you." He said, his eyes burning into my soul it felt like.

I smiled. "If I get on top of you... something stupid will happen."

"Great. We'll be stupid together."

"I don't want you to be stupid."

He propped himself up on his elbows. "For fucks sake, Kai, just get on top of me." He didn't say it in a mean, bossy kind of way. He said it in a teasing, Mattheo Riddle kind of way.

Of course I liked the way he said things in a Mattheo Riddle kind of way so I straddled his lap and started kissing him again.

It became more passionate. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I let my slide in rhythm beside his. I pulled away, then kissed the corner of his mouth before going down farther, to his jaw, a little under to his neck, by his ear, farther and farther down his neck, leaving some dark marks as I work my way down to his chest.

Thank Merlin he took his shirt off when I instructed him to lift it. I began kissing on his chest, leaving marks there. It's always my favorite place to suck on to leave marks. I love it.

Anyways, I moved farther and farther down until I was close to the foot of the bed and tugging at his pants. I looked up at him and he nodded before lifting his ass off the bed to make it easier for my to slide his pants and boxers down.

His dick bobbed right up, almost like it was saying hi to me.

I spit on it before licking up the side of it, grinning up at him when his dick twitched. He leaned his head back and groaned.

I decided now was as good a time as any to just hop on it. I took his dick into my hands and then moved up so I could put it in my pussy.

I slid down carefully, leaning my head back as I bit my lip and groaned.

His hands went straight to my hips as he guided me down while moving my hips forward and back, grinding down on his dick.

When I felt my ass hit his thighs, I placed my hands onto his shoulders and began riding, digging my nails into his skin from the euphoric feeling his dick was giving me.

He didn't seem to mind much about the scratching because he was moaning and groaning along with me.

I guess he got bored of just laying there because he grinned up at me. "You trust me?" He moaned out.

I slowed down. "Depends."

"Just trust me." He said quickly before he laid me down in the small spot next to him, then he climbed onto his knees and faced me, moving me to his spot. "Don't cover your mouth. I want everyone to hear how good of a time you're having."

"Moan my name, too, then." I challenged.

"Only if you look at me like that." He grinned, then slowly put his dick into me again.

When I got used to the size I looked at him. "Don't go slow." I warned.

He didn't hesitate to start thrusting into me. I wasn't exactly expecting for him to be gentle, but I wasn't exactly expecting him to not be super aggressive. He was in between them both. Perfectly. He was aggressive in a gentle way.

Of course he was, he's Mattheo Riddle. Everything's in between with him. It's so annoying. Annoyingly hot.

He pulled out when his dick twitched again, warm liquid going right on my bare stomach.

I looked at him. "You're a dick."

"You like my dick." He teased.

I pointed to the bathroom. "Towel."

"Where are your manners?" He asked, walking over to the bathroom to get me a towel anyways.

"Please?" I asked quickly.

He walked back with a face towel in his hands. "Hope you don't need this." Then he began wiping the surprisingly, and definitely concerningly, damp towel against my skin.

I eyed him suspiciously. "Why the hell is it wet?"

"Water?" He scoffed jokingly. I raised a brow. He grinned. "Don't worry about it, darling."

When he finished he handed me one of his plain shirts. "Put it on." He urged as he sat at the foot of his bed, watching me eagerly. "I wanna see how it looks on you."

I sat up and slid the shirt on. "It looks like any other shirt."

He shook his head. "Nope. Stand up. Come on. I need a 360." He said smirking.

I slid off the bed and stood up. "Happy?"

He grabbed my hand and twirled me, looking me up and down with a devilish grin. "More than you'd know."

Then he pulled me close to him and kissed me. Am I complaining? Absolutely not. Am I a little worried his brother might barge in and see us together like that? Absolutely. Did I care when me and Mattheo were kissing? Nope.

Mattheo carried me to my bed just for fun and laid with me.

"Why?" I asked when he held onto me under my covers.

He snuggled his face closer to me. "I want you to fall asleep in my arms and dream of me, even when I'm sleeping on the other side of the room."

I looked at him. "You act like I won't dream of you without you holding me."

He raised a brow, looking at me teasingly. "You dream of me?"

"Almost every night." I shrugged.

He tucked some hair behind my ear. "If it makes any difference, I've dreamed of you since I met you."

I smiled, turning over to face him. "It makes all the difference in the world."

Then he held me, reading the book on my bedside table aloud, as I drifted off to sleep.

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I Hate You But I Don’t

( Y/n x Fred Weasley )

S X G

“Welcome back sixth years.” Professor McGonagall said proudly as we walked into the school.

I continued walking beside Draco.

“I’m telling you, he’s onto something.” Draco whispered.

I pulled him into an empty hallway. “If you don’t shut the fuck up, Dray, I’ll punch you in the throat.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m being serious, Y/n.”

I raised a brow. “I don’t give a flying rats ass. I’ll tell your mother your being rude to the Weasley’s again if you don’t stop talking about No Nose.”

“Will you stop calling him that?” He hissed.

I just rolled my eyes. “How the hell do people find that small brain dude? He’s definitely a virgin, his breath always smells like your mothers food, he’s ugly, and his voice is annoying as fuck.”

“What’s wrong with my mums food?” Was apparently all Draco got out of my rant.

I scowled at him. “Whatever. Let’s just go eat and act normal.”

“Easy for you to say.” He shot back. “You get to sit at a table where no one cares about you.”

“I’ll tell Harry you like him if you don’t stop talking.”

“God, I’m not a fa-“

“No you’re an imbecile.” I shot back. “Go sit down and act accordingly because you are absolutely not pretty enough or rich enough to be acting like that or talking like that.”

“Merlin! I was joking!”

“Not funny.” I hissed.

I walked over to the Gryffindor table and snagged a seat in between Ginny and Fred.

“Hey, Gin Gin. How was summer?” I asked before taking a piece of chicken from her plate.

She shrugged. “Same as usual. We missed you at our little get together, though.”

I frowned. “What get together?”

“Must’ve lost it in the mail.” Fred joked.

I turned to him. “Quiet ginger, the pretties are speaking.”

“Harsh.” Fred mumbled.

Ginny paused. “You know I’m a ginger, right?”

I shrugged. “But you’re a female, so it’s okay.”

“What?”

“It’s part of my whole ‘Hate All Men’ mindset for this year.” I explained.

“Why would you hate all men?” She questioned before biting into a biscuit.

I sighed. “Because A) women are hotter, and B) men are men.”

“I’m sure we could change your mind.” Fred joked.

I turned to him. “Say one more thing and I’ll stab you in the hand with my fork. Understood?”

“You know, Black, people would like you more if you weren’t such a bitch.” He muttered with a grin.

I glared at him. “People would like you more if you weren’t such a orange headed, pelican nosed bitch.” I turned my attention to George, who looked offended. “Don’t worry, Georgie, you’re pretty.”

When he smiled sheepishly I turned back to Ginny.

Ginny sighed. “He’s not wrong, you know.”

“I’m nice.” I said.

She laughed. “Sure you are.”

“You’re not even nice to your own cousin.” Hermione giggled across the table.

I shrugged. “That’s because he’s more of a brother, and everyone knows brothers and sisters don’t exactly get along.”

“What about you being mean to Harry and Ron?” Ginny countered.

“Easy. Someone’s gotta keep Harry. I’m never mean to Ronnie, though. He’s probably one of my favorite Weasley’s.” I said.

Hermione paused. “So, you’re mean to Harry because he needs to be humbled, Draco because he’s like a brother to you, and Fred because he’s a ginger. What about Cedric?”

“I’m nice to Ced.” I scoffed.

“Hey, y/n.” Cedric said passing by.

“Hey, you know you don’t have to use so much leave in conditioner. I’m sure your hair will be as bouncy without it!” I called after him, then shrugged when Hermione gave me a look. “I’m giving him some friendly advice.”

Hermione shook her head and laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”

After dinner I decided to take the long way to my dorm. Seriously, Pansy unpacking her shit is one of the worst things to experience, like, ever.

However, taking this way was probably something I regretted as soon as I heard chuckling and loud bangs.

I walked into Myrtles bathroom to find two tall gingers messing around with toilets while Myrtle read away from them.

“Well, well, well.” I said. “Ginger freak and Georgie.”

Fred turned to George. “You can handle the pranking?”

He scoffed. “Freddie, I don’t know if you know this, but I’m better than you.”

Fred snorted. “You wish.” Then he pulled me out of the bathroom. “What do you want?”

I shrugged. “Honestly, I’m kind of hungry.”

A grin grew on his face. “Yeah?”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t even start.”

He chuckled. “I’m only messing with you.”

“That’s the problem.” I said flatly.

He raised a brow. “You know, I think I know why you pick on me so much.”

I stifled a laugh. “Yeah?”

“You’ve got a crush on me.” He teased.

I scoffed. “No way!”

He pushed me against the wall, leaned down to me, and kept his face inches from mine. “So I’m not driving you crazy.”

“Nope.” I lied.

My pussy was screaming, though. Who would’ve though Weaslebee could make this coochie throb. My heart was racing, too. Especially when he moved his knee in between my legs and pressed it against my pussy.

“Fred.” I managed to say.

He grinned. “I’m not driving you crazy?”

“No.” I moaned.

He chuckled as he pressed his knee more into me, earning a moan. “You know, that’s probably my favorite thing thats ever come out of your mouth.”

I didn’t hesitate to pull his face close to mine and press my lips against his.

His hands found their way to my ass while mine tangled in his fiery hair.

We continued to kiss until he decided to do something stupid. He pulled away, grabbed my hand, then ran. Without warning. Thankfully my feet knew exactly what to do and ran after him. We ran until we found an empty classroom.

He lifted me up onto a desk and began kissing my neck, definitely leaving hickeys. He ripped open my button up shirt and continued to kissed down and down until he reached the hem of my skirt, that’s when he knelt down and looked up at me.

“Do it.” I let out.

He slid my panties down before letting his tongue slip around my coochie lips. One of his hands went up to my tits under my bra. He let his other hand spread out my lips to make it easer for him to lick there.

By the time he was done rubbing my clit and licking it and kissing it, I was a shaking mess.

He leaned up and kissed me, slipping his wet tongue into my mouth. His hands going straight to my butt as he pressed his dick against my pussy. I moaned.

He kept rubbing against me and moaning as we made out. His hands never left me ass the whole time we made out.

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i posted a poll on tiktok @xxfanfic.storiesxx and so far the winning ppl are bucky and tony.

clint was requested as one of the love interests as well. if any of u have any suggestions feel free to submit who and i’ll fit them into the love interest part of the story.

also lmk what y/n’s sexuality and pronouns should be bc idk.

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MCU FANFIC | PAY ATTENTION PPL

this is part of the new story for my MCU FANFIC: Forever Yours

Prologue :

Y/n was eighteen, she was finished school, being overprotective of her two moms, and working since her moms couldn’t afford to pay for her college. One day while she was clocking out, a man walked in, a true fine specimen, the only bad part was he was German. When he started talking to her she recognized the accent real fast and tried to stay calm. He told her if she wanted her moms to live she’d have to go with him. He said he’d make her life easier and her moms lives. Obviously she went with him. Years later she gets sent on a mission with the guy she’d been talking to since she’d gotten kidnapped from American soil and taken to Germany. Anyways, she’d never seen his face because every time she was across the room from him they were both looking up at the ceiling and waiting to be tested on.

Bucky, however, was drafted into the arm and was captured while in a mission going into one of the camps on Hydra territory. Y/n was being transferred to a different base to be tested on when his best friend Steve found him. He looked around the base, when he couldn’t find her they left. A little while later he fell out of a train, his arm was ripped clean off his body, and he was laying on a metal table staring up at the crusty ceiling with y/n singing a song she heard on the radio one of the doctors let her keep around her when they were moving her around.

The only thing these two remember from that time is their names, that they’re both missing two years from their memory’s, and how they got kidnapped/captured/taken by Hydra. Follow them as these two chaotic best friends go on missions and do stupid stuff together.

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