I Only Want You - Liam Mairi

Swapping Secrets and Spit (*NSFW*)

Pairing: D.M x Gryffindor! Reader Summary: You and Draco were notorious for meeting up for only moments to exchange information. You helped to let him know what Harry was up to, and he let you know exactly how to get an Outstanding on your potions exam. But would your feelings end up pushing him away or starting something exciting? W/C: 2.9k Tags: Sexual Content / cock teasing / oral stimulation (f/m) / face fucking A/N: NSFWWW. Lmao this got out of hand so fast LMAO [masterlist] Much Love, Saige

You exited transfigurations class and straight into the chaos of the hallways. Students coming from every corner attempting to make their way to their next class. Now usually was the perfect time for you and Draco to spot each other in the crowd and find a place to speak briefly. The roaring conversation of the students and the clamoring of their feet distracted most people from noticing the Slytherin Prince talking with a no-name Gryffindor.

You didn’t dislike Harry, that wasn't why you were feeding information to Draco at all. To be honest you were fascinated by him, and had a close schedule with the bunch to be able to inconspicuously listen and hear what they were up to. It wasn’t until your third year when Draco ultimately started teasing you about your involvement with them when you stood up for yourself. He found it surprising, and more interesting that you were bold enough to separate yourself from the Gryffindor heart throb.

Again.. You didn’t hate Harry Potter. But the interactions with Draco made you feel something, and if it meant just relaying information that was harmless to be in a room alone with him, you’d do it.

Some would call it a dumb hopeless crush, but you didn’t see anything wrong with it. It wasn’t something you told your friends about or Draco would let his goons know about. It was your own little secret. And you loved it.

You looked around casually as you descended the stairs to the main hallway. You waited to notice the blonde boy in green robes before you walked towards a broom closet just out of sight from the passing students. Waiting in the dark, you sat fiddling with your book bag trying not to look awkward.

It took a few minutes but Draco cracked the door open, and snuck his body in, his chest heaving. You look at him, eyes wide, unsure why he was worked up.

“Crabbe is actually going to be the death of me. The way he trips over his own feet is embarrassing.” He huffed, running his hand through his tousled hair. You waited for him to say more, but he just sat next to you attempting to catch his breath.

You cleared your throat, ready to jump into what you had heard lately. Umbridge had implemented new rules across the school, and it was harder and harder for you and Draco to meet. Even though Draco was a part of the Inquisitorial Squad, he typically saw the rules didn’t apply to him.

“They’ve started a club.” You whispered. Draco's eyebrows furrowed-

“A club? What, his three friends weren’t enough to soak up his emotional negligence as a child?” Draco snorted.

You just rolled your eyes. He didn’t understand but you didn’t understand the implications of the club either.

”No its like. A fighting club? A dueling club? I heard the sign up sheet had a curse on it, if you spoke about the club you’d get boils all over your face.” You added. His eyebrows relaxed as he took in your information.

“A dueling club? There’s not a place in the castle where they could do that secretly.” Draco chuffed. He believed you, but a part of him didn’t believe that they’d be able to get away with something under Umbridge's rule.

“That’s all I know.” You shrugged your shoulders. Draco sighed, but nodded his head satisfied with what you gave him. You couldn’t help but notice the new badge placed on his robes. You were about to compliment it before he pulled out his potions book, breaking you from your daze.

”Snape let us know that the O.W.L’s will have a practical and written examination but only of specific potions. You only need to know how to prepare and successfully write down the Draught of Peace, Strengthening solution, the invigor-“ Draco’s instructions were cut short, stopping to listen to the noise outside the door. He outstretched his hand to stop your writing, your hands vigorously attempting to write down everything he was saying. You paused with him leaning your body closer to the door. From down the hall, the voices of Blaise and Crabbe echoed. While he focused on the sounds in the hall, all you could think about was his hand resting softly on yours.

“Oy! Draco!” Crabbe started.

“Emergency meeting in 10!” Blaise finished.

Draco sighed looking at you almost apologetically, but his body language stayed firm. He took his hand back, letting it guide off your knuckles softly before collecting his things. He closed the textbook and shoved it in his bag.

“Meet me later in the library after curfew. Take the left stairway near the gargoyle statue and keep right. I'll wait for you.” Draco mumbled leaving you in the broom closet surrounded by silence. He came and went faster than you anticipated but that typically was how your meetings were arranged. Though this time was different, you were never invited to meet him again, nonetheless after curfew.

You tried your best not to imagine anything romantic, your mind wandering to a private meeting late at night with the boy. Part of you hated how you fell for him like the rest of the school girls. He was a brat, no good, but charming, beautiful, and suave. His demeanor in your little meetings felt different than when you saw him with his friends. He didn’t treat you the same, actually he didn’t really act like you existed outside of your meetings. But something festers within you, dumb hope perhaps.

You waited in your dorm, watching the clock on the wall tick meticulously. The other girls in your room were already fast asleep, all exhausted by the application of O.W.L’s and the combination of Umbridge's unfair laws. You took another look around before slowly unwrapping yourself from your bed, tiptoeing out of the room. It was just past 11:45, not too late into the night. You wrapped yourself in your sweatshirt and walked out the common room in just your socks. You thought the soft pads of your feet were a quieter way to get down the stone hallways.

Like Draco insisted, you walked around the castle finding the gargoyle and the left stairwell. You hadn’t heard or bumped into a single professor or heaven forbid Filch and his damn cat. The stairwell forked and you kept left. Your heart raced as you got closer to the library. He said he’d meet you but you didn’t know where. It wasn't until you turned the stairs again when your arm was tugged back and handed over your mouth.

Eyes wide, a voice whispered into your ear.

“Shh, It’s just me. Follow and don't make a noise. Okay?” Draco's voice was just barely audible. You nodded, his hand slowly moving away from your mouth. He walked ahead of you in silence to the top of the stairwell. You held your own hand against your cheeks, feeling the rush of blood turn you a deep shade of red. You couldn’t help but watch him as he walked in front of you, his green plaid bottoms and black short sleeve shirt suited him well. It was as if he was wearing a separate Slytherin uniform, kept clean and pressed. His hair was damp, noting that he took night showers. You wished you could turn off your brain, he was just using you for information. That was it.

You got to an empty hallway, Draco opening a broom closet just near the library, ushering you in. You got inside, surprised by how much smaller it was to the one you typically shared downstairs. You waited for a moment as he joined you, lifting his arm up to pull a string, dull yellow light now cascading over you both.

You both stood in silence for a moment, looking at each other. Both of you weren’t exactly sure that the other would show up, the meeting feeling almost forbidden.

Draco cleared his throat. Unable to find his voice. He was incredibly close to you, your eyes looking up to him through your lashes. After a moment he looked up and around, trying not to stare. You stood there, breathing in his cologne, unable to think about anything else. You didn’t know whether to start speaking or wait to be spoken to. The silence was deafening.

“I just wanted to, let you know more about the potions exam.” Draco finally spoke, his voice raspy and slightly shaken. His hands were firmly to his sides, the sinking feeling of how close you two really were. He thought about asking if you wanted to find another closet, but he liked how you looked, looking up at him through your lashes. Blood rushed throughout his body, the room now getting warmer with both of you occupying such little space.

“That would be nice.” You spoke softly. All you could do was smile, adjusting your shirt slightly. You tried to look down to adjust your clothes further, out of anxiety mostly, but your forehead hit his chest, bumping into him. Your hand flung up to your mouth astonished and embarrassed. He just laughed, his arm moving and holding you up.

“I’m terribly sorry.” You whispered, trying to stand back as far as you can, though it didn’t make much of a difference. He now stood, his back to the door, his hands still on your shoulder. Both of you looked into each other's eyes for another second before the grip on your body pulled you every so slightly back into him. Draco leaned down, meeting you just before your lips met, hesitating before softly planting a kiss.

His hands slid up your shoulders, holding your neck as he kissed you again now, deeper. Your hands at your sides, almost afraid to reach out and touch him. You melted into his hands, your neck leaning to the side to let him get deeper. His hands moved from your neck to your arms, guiding them to his torso.

You smiled into the kiss, your fingers raking up and down his back. Draco started kissing you harder, his tongue flicking around your lips begging for more. You opened wider, both of your tongues meeting each other, moving around each other's mouths in quick succession. You could feel the room heat up, the sounds of your mouths enveloping all of your senses. Draco felt focused, curious about how far you’d let him. He craved your touch, the countless private meetings in broom closets, his mind constantly thinking of what he would do if you were really alone. How you were his pretty little detective, a spy on the inside.

His hand traveled to your knee, pulling it up around his torso as he leaned you back. You moaned into the kiss, taken away slightly by his movements. His hips met yours, the feeling of his growing member beneath his bottoms bumping slightly into your core as he kissed you. You ran your hands through his hair, the feeling of the cold damp strands bringing you some relief.

Draco began to lean his hips further into yours, his movements becoming more rhythmic with every passing movement. You were aching for his touch, the slight friction of your pants and his only partially alleviating your needs. You let your hands travel down his torso, breaking the kiss, palming him lightly. Draco's head dropped to his chest, his eyes fixated on your hands. You bit your lip, impressed by your confidence.

“Fuck darling.” His hands were still cupping your face lightly, holding your head as he enjoyed your touch. Soon your hands slipped under his waistband, tugging them lightly. He smiled, pulling you back into a kiss. His hands removed yours from his waistband and up above your head.

He trailed kisses from your arms to your neck, biting ever so slightly behind your ear. It took everything in him not to leave bruises, but he wanted to keep you his secret more than anything. His hands let go of yours, your arms now resting on your head. He lifted your shirt, kissing down your torso towards your waistline. He licked seductively at your navel, his hands slowly inching your pants down, your underwear still on.

Your breath hitched, the feeling of his hands rubbing down your legs, kissing and sucking your skin. He urged your foot to rest on his shoulder, his smile as he maneuvered himself closer in between your legs. You closed your eyes, your arm covering any light from coming through. He kissed your clit through the material, his thumb rubbing against the wet spot forming just below. He just smirked, rubbing soft circles watching your body react to his touch. He kept removing his hands, waiting for you to moan in protest, loving how you begged for him to continue. He did it one more time, waiting to hear your voice.

“Draco please.” You whispered, your knees shaking slightly in anticipation. He could feel his core seize hearing your voice say his name. So breathless, so low. His fingers moved your underwear to the side, his tongue immediately shoved down your cunt. The savory taste made Draco go crazy, his head bobbed slowly, using his hands to care for your clit as he focused on your hole.

He felt monstrous. He could be down there forever, enjoying every last drop of you. The way your leg pushed against his shoulder, the way you arched your back against the wall, clawing your hands in his hair. He was in heaven, and he wanted to make you feel good.

He moved his fingers off your clit, replacing it with his mouth, lapping and sucking lightly. His fingers teasing your hole, entering only slightly watching you get closer to your climax. Your body twitching, your knees slowly getting closer to the sides of his head. He let you move your legs, hips buckling as he sped up, the rush of euphoria overcoming you.

Draco stayed under you, watching you catch your breath. Your breasts now exposed, your hands pulling at your shirt in any attempt to release tension. Draco's hands moved to your hips, pulling himself up lightly. He moved your hands from your blushing face, kissing you deeply. The rush of your climax brought you back to reality, you two were in the broom closet on the top floor, making out … and doing much more. You couldn't believe it.

Your hands traveled back to his waistband, this time more demanding. You turned away from the kiss, moving to his jawline and around his neck. You continued to palm him through his pants, the feeling of his cock much larger than before. Your hands rubbed methodically through the paternal until you couldn’t take it anymore.

Lowering to your knees, you shimmied his pants down, your mouth filling with saliva as the seconds passed. You slightly scratched down his hips as you took off his underwear, the feeling making Draco’s head snap back in pleasure. His cock fully erect in front of you, almost intimidating in size. You took a deep breath placing your hands close to the shaft, kissing lightly at his tip.

You swirled your tongue around, savoring the salty precum before you took as much as you could in your mouth. Using your hands, you slowly started moving your head in motion, the sounds of Draco whimpering only making you go deeper.

His hands ran through your hand, grabbing all of it in his hand forcing you to take him deeper. You gagged, the vibrations making Draco’s hips twitch. The combination of his hands and his hips simultaneously forcing his cock down your throat with every thrust. The saliva was now dripping down your chin, all over your hands. You reached up to his hands on your head, urging him to push you further.

”Are you sure?” He asked, his voice breathless. You just nodded, your head still bobbing with his assistance. He soon used his hands to hold you in place, his hips pushing his cock into your mouth, face fucking you. The feeling was out of this world, you focused your cheeks and breath in between his movements. Your eyes welled with tears but the moment made you rush. Your hands ran down in between your legs, quickly rubbing your clit sloppily as Draco used your mouth.

Draco's moans were suppressed, only the sounds of you gagging making him slip up, moaning your name into the air. He thrusted his hips one last time, his thighs shaking as he shot a warm liquid down your throat. Your jaw sore and tongue chaffed from the event. He leaned back taking his cock out of your mouth allowing you to fully breath in and out, juices spilling over your mouth. You stayed on the floor catching your breath. Draco turned noticing paper towels just to his left, wiping his tip before pulling his pants up. Kneeling down to you, he lovingly wiped your face, taking the time to make sure he got everything off. Your face was flustered, eyes closed just enjoying the peace.

Draco stared at you, your face red, the small smile on your face. He was absolutely smitten by you. He hated that he’d credit Potter to you two meeting, but he would never have it any other way.

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LAUFEY SERIES! Blue lock (BLLK) boys.

i haven’t posted in awhile.. mb y’all. anyways, i’m starting a series whereas i write about blue lock boys, inspired by laufey’s songs.

keep in mind that the oneshots / scenario’s songs are not coordinated by the characters personalities. Instead, they’re coordinated by the reader’s thoughts, appearances, words, personalities or the way i want the reader to be interpreted. Very few will be based off on the character’s personality, appearances, or interpretation.

please enjoy and support this small series of mines.

© EISHTAR 2023 ˖ ࣪ ⊹ INSP BY LAUFEY’S SONGS

PART ONE

DREAMER rin itoshi

LETTER TO MY 13 YEAR OLD SELF sae itoshi

FROM THE START isagi yoichi

MAGNOLIA reo mikage

PROMISE rin itoshi

PART TWO

LET YOU BREAK MY HEART AGAIN michael kaiser

BEST FRIEND bachira meguru

BEAUTIFUL STRANGER sae itoshi

FRAGILE nagi seishiro

TAGS: @daiseukiis @yoimyas @yoichiris @truegoist @itonashi @dewwberry @mccnstruck @amberizz guys I need moots so badly plz interact w me

TAGLIST still open! @yuyan @lunexrin

Liam ”It‘s been. My honor.” Mairi

FOUND IT THANK YOU💪🏾 @whoreforpomegranates

MODERN DAY SCHOOL HEADCANONS (multiple!)

content — okay i've never seen any modern day headcanons so i'm not sure if people will like these but they're funny to make so im gonna do it anyways.

AO'NUNG !

so irritating istg and you're so into it??? he gets on your nerves, but the way he looks at you when you're not looking gives him away completely

him and his friends will bug you any chance they get but not in an unacceptable way. they know better than that, ao'nung would probably kill them

he'll walk you to class knowing his is the opposite way and be waiting outside as soon as the bell rings. it almost makes you wonder if he even went to class

"you can eat lunch with me and my friends today"

you never do bc you have friends of your own of course but that won't stop him from trying

exceptionally good at math and no one acknowledges it since he acts like a damn idiot outside of class

grades???? never down. not if he wants to keep playing basketball bc he would totally play the sport. james told me so himself

you don't go to any of the games bc it's just not your thing, but he did find himself asking at one point and was very surprised to see you in the stands that night

instead of celebrating with his team, he decided to shoot his shot and take you to a local ice cream shop where he FINALLY confessed his feelings

under any other circumstances, you would've thought he was joking, but as i said, his eyes don't lie. you saw the way he looked at you, you were just waiting for him to make a move

cue his friends hooping and hollering when he drags you through the halls with his hand in yours the next day, proud ass smile on his face bc you were finally his he's such a fool

leader of simp nation fr

you two are so cute, complete opposites and everyone adores it

"y/n i think i need help on this problem" "ao'nung you have a high A in math????"

high school sweethearts through and through

NETEYAM !

i wouldn't say he's a goody two shoes but he's still top of his class and would totally be valedictorian or salutatorian or some shit like that

catch him studying in the courtyard during lunch or reading manga bc i KNOW he would

has his airpods in (brent faiyaz is playing)

literally has never said a word to you, but you have met his eyes a couple times in the halls, though he just looks away without a second thought

you made progress with your not-so-temporary crush one time when you asked him for a pencil with a sweet smile on your face and lovesick eyes

he literally laughed in your face and shook his head in amusement before facing the front again, making you realize your pencil was sitting in your hand

you cried tears that night

one day he pulled out a copy of fruits basket and suddenly you're jumping in your seat as you ask him if he's team kyo or not (he is)

you didn't get to talk much before the teacher started her lesson but he did follow you out the door that day, asking what else you're into

baby boy was locked tf in from that moment on

from that day forward, you sat with him in the courtyard, sharing stories and mindless thoughts. he looks forward to that hour every day

wrote his final essay for his ELA class on what it's like being in love with you and it's now framed in your room

you're his first girlfriend so you're pampered on by him. the girls wish they had a bf like yours

asked you out at that same table you two share two months later and you thank natsuki takaya every day for writing fruits basket

kind of a loser but he's your loser bf and you're so deathly in love with him

LO'AK !

you did NOT like this boy

he was so annoying. and not in a cute way like ao'nung was, but genuinely irritating

you've been going to school together since fifth grade so you know him more than you'd like to

you get along well with his sister and it makes you wonder how they're related at all

tries to cross you up in the halls and thinks it's top tier comedy

probably the type to ask you "thot daughter or gay son" in the halls :'(

ended up seeing him outside of school when hanging with kiri where you realized, he's actually a cool kid when away from his friends

he ended up sitting on kiri's fluffy rug with a squishmallow in his lap, invested in your girl talk

isn't as annoying in school after that day and it made him notice how you are more willing to be around him so he does end up maturing a bit more (everyone say thank you yn)

once you had his number, you'll send him a ss of a song you like with no context and the next day, he's giving you his opinion (he loves them all)

his friends try to hang out at school bc they notice he's been straying away and only when he says yes, does he realize how annoying he must've been bc being around them after your calming presence is like being surrounded by barking dogs

walked around with a nba yb book bag all throughout middle school and you make sure to remind him of that

he cringes so bad when you two talk about pre!yn lo'ak

asked you out on a fucking sticky note and got it confiscated by the teacher before you could read it so when the teacher read it out loud, he just shrugged and waited for your answer

you were so humiliated by your soon to be boyfriend but couldn't stop grinning bc he really does keep you entertained

you said yes btw

Im sorry, I have to bother Osamu

——

“I swear to god I’m going to lock you in the bedroom.”

For whatever reason, Osamu decided that this was the night out he was going to dress down, usually sticking with jeans and a sweatshirt for most of the nights with the boys. Tonight however, he looks damn intoxicating, he looks like a bad mistake you’re more than willing to make: muscles jammed in a compression shirt that slightly cinches his waist, settled over the band of his grey sweats that cuff at his ankles. They sit low on his hips and good lord if he doesn’t hide the band of his boxers, you’re going to lose your mind.

“I look bad or somethin?”

“You think you’re gonna leave the house looking that fine! No. You look way too good to be sitting at Bokuto’s house. What do you think this is?”

He snickers as he ties his shoes, “baby, its just the boys-“

“I don’t trust you with that Sunarin. Don’t make me fight him off with a stick.”

He shakes his head and licks his lips, and you groan in frustration as he looks somehow even more fine looking.

He shakes his head and gently reaches up to rub his neck, “I'm so used to you being the eye candy, it's hard to think I could compete-"

“This is not about me,” you say breathlessly, and he gives you a quiet ‘sorry,’ before letting his shy, smiling face turn away. “You, Miya Osamu, are a god amongst mere maggots, and I shouldn’t have the permission to gaze upon you.”

He snorts and shakes his head, “you literally popped a black head on my nose yesterday, shut up.”

“That doesn’t stop you from being an absolute heartthrob.” Your swooning only makes his cheeks heat up more, and he chokes out a shy “stop,” before licking his teeth to try and break the smile on his now sore cheeks.

Quickly, you toss your arms around his neck and plant more than a few kisses to his jawline, noisy and wet, and it has him snorting.

“You’re so pretty,” you whine.

“Thank you, baby.”

“Literally going to wifey you up- you’re so handsome.”

“Shut up!” He titters.

You groan and gently cup his cheeks, “just a few more kisses, shut up and take them.” His lips are pursed out from the squishing of his cheeks as you plant a few kisses around his face, littering his nose and above his eyebrows. When you pass a kiss over his lips, he pushes out to chase the affection.

"You're so handsome." Kiss. "Truly ruining my life." Kiss. "I'd sacrifice my own left foot just to be in the same space as you." Your kiss moves up to his forehead, "literally let me be obsessed with you."

Kiss.

Kiss.

One long kiss.

You go to kiss him again, but you stop quickly as the consequences of your affection glares back at you. Instantly, your hands cover your mouth in shock, and he gives you a small chuckle as he quirks a brow at you, “what’re you lookin’ at?”

“Igaveyouahickey.”

“Huh?”

“Igaveyouahickey,” you repeat, your voice now pitched higher and more frantic. He chuckles again, this time a little more nervous before adjusting the tight cuff of his compression sleeve.

“Very funny, babe.”

You shake your head, “I wish I had those comedic capabilities, Osamu.”

With a gnaw of his lip, he gives you a deep inhale through his nose, “you gave me a hickey… on my forehead?”

“I’m so sorry-“

“how… did you give me a hickey on my forehead?”

“When… when-when I was kissing you,” you begin, now trying to hide your laughter because damn, this is pretty funny- “I think I kissed you too hard.”

“I don’t think this was a kiss, I think it’s when you sucked my face,” he says in exhaustion, working up the courage to look in the camera of his phone. He tucks his lips in to fight off his own smile, and that causes you to finally break out in laughter. Your arms clutch your sides as he stares at himself; he doesn’t blink. He doesn’t flinch. Just a close-smile stare.

“And what exactly do you plan to do to help me with this?” He asks, full knowing you don’t have a plan. You beam up innocently, and he knows that this is not going work and he’s going to walk into Bokuto’s house with bags of food and a damned purple hickey above his eyebrow.

You stalk over to him and reach your hand up and into his hair, dragging out the not-so neat locks to have some longer chunks in the center of his forehead and just above his brow, “here. Now no one will know!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Are your pants on fire, you LIAR?”

You snicker and pull back, admiring him and the pretty purple mark on his head. "It brings out your eye color."

"Oh, thank God, I was worried."

You laugh and make your way back into his arms, and he embraces you happily. "At least I don't have to worry about anyone taking you from me tonight,” you tease.

He smiles and kisses your lips, nipping at them to make you squeak, "never have to worry about that ever, baby."

"Except with Sunarin."

"Not true-“

"And Akaashi-san."

He smirks, "you may lose me to Akaashi-san."

"That's very fair."

"You Should Stay In My Good Graces"

Pairing: Pro Hero! Deku, X Pro Hero! Fem Reader

Warnings!: Infedelity Mention, jealousy or possesiveness, Mild Nsfw Mentions, public humiliation,Unwanted flirting,Gossip, strong language, AND OH BOY TEA TEA TEA...

Synopsis:Att the annual Hero Gala, tensions rise as Y/N, a renowned pro hero and Izuku Midoriya’s fiancée finds herself at the center of Bakugo’s lingering affections. Once her ex-boyfriend—and the man who cheated on her—Bakugo’s flirtations become bolder, testing Izuku’s patience. But when Bakugo takes the stage and makes a speech that leaves the crowd buzzing with whispers, Y/N decides it’s time to set the record straight.

Being a pro hero meant always being in the spotlight. Every move you made, every decision, every relationship—it was all up for scrutiny. But tonight wasn’t about villains or missions. Tonight was the annual Hero Gala, a time to celebrate victories, raise money, and—unfortunatelly—tolerate the company of people you’d rather forget.

People like Katsuki Bakugo.

You hadn’t spoken to him much since the breakup. There was no reason to. After he was the one who ruined it—cheating on you with Uraraka of all people—there was nothing left to say. You had moved on, you had healed, and now? You were engaged to the Number One Hero himself—Izuku Midoriya.

It was everything you could have wanted. Izuku was kind, strong, reliable. He was good to you in ways Bakugo never was. Where Bakugo let his pride get in the way, Izuku put you first. Where Bakugo was reckless with your heart, Izuku treated it like something precious.

And yet, Bakugo still had to make things difficult.

It started out subtle. Lingering looks. Offhand comments. At first, you ignored it, brushing it off as him being his usual cocky self, but Izuku noticed. He always noticed. The way Bakugo’s gaze would drag over you, the way his lips would quirk up at the corners like he knew something no one else did.

At first, Izuku was patient. He held his tongue, pushed down the irritation, focused on you—until the night of the gala.

You felt stunning. Your outfit was sleek, elegant, hugging all the right places. Izuku stood tall beside you, looking devastatingly handsome in his fitted suit, his tie matching the color of your dress. His fingers laced with yours, grounding you, yours.

The venue was grand, glittering chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the hum of conversation filling the air. Heroes from all over mingled, sipped champagne, posed for photos. Everything was perfect. Until Bakugo showed up.

“Damn, Y/N,” he muttered as he brushed past you at the bar, eyes flickering down your body. “You sure you wanna be engaged to Deku? We both know who you used to scream for.”

Izuku stiffened beside you. His fingers twitched at his side.

You barely got the chance to react before he stepped in front of you, blocking Bakugo’s line of sight.

“Watch it, Kacchan,” Izuku warned, his voice low.

Bakugo smirked, slow and deliberate. “Relax, nerd. Just reminiscin’.” He took a sip of his drink, smug. “Not my fault you’re livin’ in my leftovers.”

You barely had time to grab Izuku’s hand before his fist curled at his side. “Come on, baby,” you murmured, squeezing his fingers. “Let it go. He’s not worth it.”

Izuku clenched his jaw but let you pull him away. For now.

The night dragged on, tension thick in the air. Izuku kept you close, a protective hand on your waist, his lips occasionally brushing your temple. He was trying, but you could tell—Bakugo was getting under his skin.

And he wasn’t stopping.

Every time you passed by, Bakugo’s gaze would linger. If Izuku turned his back, he’d lean in too close, muttering, “Still as soft as I remember.” When you reached for a drink, his fingers would brush yours, intentional, smug.

You tried to ignore it, to focus on Izuku, to enjoy your night. But it was impossible when every time you caught Bakugo’s stare, it was like he was challenging you. Challenging Izuku.

Then, the worst part of the night came.

Bakugo was called on stage for his speech.

You tried to tune it out. You wanted to.

But he made that impossible too.

He adjusted the mic, that arrogant smirk never leaving his face. “First off, thanks for the fancy-ass party,” he said, voice rough yet confident. The audience chuckled. “We’re all here to celebrate another year of saving dumbasses, but let’s be real—some of us had better years than others.”

His red eyes flickered straight to you.

Your stomach twisted.

Izuku’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Gotta say, some people in this room got real lucky,” Bakugo continued, voice smooth. “Some people found success, some people found love—” he chuckled, shaking his head “—and some people settled.”

A few murmurs spread through the room. Your blood ran cold.

Izuku’s fingers tightened around his champagne glass.

“Y/N, you look damn good tonight,” Bakugo continued, voice casual, almost playful. “Deku, you sure you can keep up with all that? ‘Cause I still remember how she used to—”

The microphone cut out.

Because Izuku had yanked the cord that was laying in the front of the stage where all the heroes sat.

The room fell silent.

Izuku set his glass down calmly, placed a hand on your back, and whispered, “Excuse me for a second, sweetheart.” Then he stepped onto the stage.

Bakugo raised a brow. “Oh? Gonna try and shut me up, nerd?”

Izuku took the mic from his hands and looked straight into the crowd. Straight at the cameras.

“Let me make something clear,” he started, his voice even, controlled. “Y/N is my fiancée. And I don’t take that lightly.” He glanced back at Bakugo, something dangerous behind his green eyes. “And I sure as hell don’t need to hear about what happened in the past from the guy who ruined his own shot with her.”

The room erupted. Some gasped, others chuckled. Bakugo stiffened.

Izuku didn’t stop.

“You had her, Kacchan,” he continued. “You lost her. And now, she’s with me. So, if you have anything else to say, make sure it’s something worth listening to.”

He handed the mic back to the stunned announcer and walked straight back to you.

The moment was explosive. The crowd muttered, whispers turning into full-blown gossip.

“Did he just—?”“Wait, did Bakugo cheat on her with Uraraka?”“Oh my god, I heard about that—”“No wonder she left him—”

You heard everything. And you were done.

Because then, the announcer called your name for your speech.

You walked onto the stage, izuku taking your hand and guiding you so you don't fall but every eye was on you. The room was still buzzing from Izuku’s moment, the crowd still muttering about Bakugo’s humiliation, but you weren’t done yet.

Taking a slow breath, you lifted the mic to your lips.

“At first, I planned on talking about the importance of teamwork tonight. About how being a pro hero isn’t just about strength—it’s about strategy, about trust, about knowing that someone has your back even in the worst situations.” You scanned the crowd, stopping briefly on Izuku, who stood near the front, his green eyes warm and unwavering.

You continued.

“We all chose this path because we wanted to make a difference. We wanted to be the ones standing between the innocent and the people who’d do them harm. And none of us could do that alone.”

There were nods from the audience. Some murmurs of agreement. You saw a few heroes straighten up, listening more intently.

“I’m grateful to be here tonight,” you said, voice steady. “I’m grateful to fight alongside some of the best heroes in the world. To be part of a generation that’s working toward a safer future. And most of all, I’m grateful for the people who have stood beside me, who have lifted me up when things got hard.”

Your fingers curled tighter around the mic.

“Because this job? It’s not easy.” Your voice was firm, unwavering. “There are days when we doubt ourselves. Days when the weight of what we do feels too heavy. When the only thing keeping us going is the people we surround ourselves with.”

You let your gaze drift—right back to Bakugo.

Some in the crowd noticed. The murmuring started again. You saw Bakugo’s shoulders tense, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

You smiled.

“But let me tell you something,” you said smoothly, tilting your head slightly. “The people you surround yourself with? They matter.”

Silence.

You stepped forward.

“You can be the strongest hero in the world, but if the people closest to you aren’t supporting you, if they’re bringing you down instead of lifting you up—then you’ll never be the hero you want to be.” Your voice sharpened. “And you sure as hell won’t be the kind of person anyone should want to stand beside.”

Bakugo’s jaw tightened.

You let the words sink in before continuing, a softer tone slipping into your voice.

“But I got lucky,” you said, your gaze drifting back to Izuku. His expression softened instantly, his lips parting slightly as he took in your words. “Because after making the mistake of trusting the wrong person, I found someone who showed me what it really means to be loved. Someone who doesn’t just fight beside me in battle but stands beside me in everything else. Someone who reminds me, every single day, why I love this job. Why I love my life.”

You smiled.

“And that someone… is Izuku Midoriya.”

The room erupted in applause. Cheers, murmurs, some gasps from the people who finally put the pieces together.

You turned back to Bakugo, your smile never faltering.

“So, Bakugo, I know you were feeling nostalgic earlier,” you said, voice smooth, almost teasing, “but the past doesn’t matter. What matters is now. And now?” You let out a small, breathy laugh. “I’m happier than I ever was with you.”

Another round of murmurs. Cameras flashing. A few knowing laughs rippling through the audience.

Bakugo didn’t move. He didn’t say a word. But his whole body was stiff, his face burning red—part anger, part humiliation.

You let the silence stretch before adding, voice silky smooth—

“Oh, and for the record?” You glanced at Izuku again, your eyes full of warmth. “Bakugo never made me scream like Izuku does.”

That? That broke the room.

People lost it.

A mixture of cheers, gasps, laughter—some heroes openly gaping at the sheer brutality of it. You saw Uraraka shrink into herself, her face pale, while Bakugo looked like he was about to punch a hole through the nearest wall.

And Izuku?

Izuku was already on his way to the stage.

Before you could even move, he was beside you, a hand sliding around your waist, his other gently taking the mic from your fingers. His grip was firm, possessive.

Then, without a word, he leaned in—and kissed you.

Right there, in front of everyone.

It wasn’t just any kiss. It was slow, deep, claiming. Like he wanted to make sure everyone—Bakugo especially—knew who you belonged to.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours for just a second. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “I love you.”

The crowd? Absolutely lost their minds.

And Bakugo?... well lets just say,

For the first time that night, he had nothing to say.

ⓒ ʸᵒᵘʳˢʷᵉᵉᵗⁱⁿᵒᶜᶜᵉⁿᵗᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ

SLYTHERIN // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

REGULUS BLACK

le lendemain matin

the salt and the sea

forever

the better of two bad options

a pen

the door

the black heir

distraction

THEODORE NOTT

love is sour grapes

by netws & nott

something stronger

like snow on the beach

the only heaven i'll be sent to (is when i'm alone with you)

TOM RIDDLE

desiderium

love again

from the glue

salted caramel, metal, strawberries, vanilla, and ink

midmorning

effects of amortentia

DRACO MALFOY

our little secret

honeydukes

firsts

how could i ever forget?

makeup

draco malfoy with shy!male!reader headcanons

cherry juice

MATTHEO RIDDLE

the cat

puppy eyes

the game

rainy nights m.r

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

like nobody else

Serendipity Series

Summary: (AU) In every lifetime, Sung Jinwoo will make sure to leave a mark on your soul. To always accompany you as your devoted husband to his lovely and cute wife, no matter what...

Watching from a distance, Sung Jinwoo slowly savoured the taste of the wine in his glass, his fingers clenching the fragile stem. He restrained his anger as he witnessed your betrothed humiliate you and revoke your engagement for his mistress. Painting you as a villain to everyone as that foolish of a man flaunts his infidelity called 'love'.

Sung Jinwoo couldn't help but sneer at them and find fate laughable.

He has always been determined to have you as his wife, no matter what. However, fate has a twisted sense of humour. It seems, that in order, for him to have you, you must first endure humiliation and a broken engagement.

If fate is going to play its hand, then don't blame him if he turns the situation to his advantage and claims you as his own. And as for those who have wronged you, they will face the consequences of his wrath.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except for my characters and plot.

Warning/Genre: Romance, AU, drama, broken engagement, Yandere (Sorry for the miss grammar)

Chapter 1 - Stupidity

In a banquet hosted by the royal family in the palace, your betrothed, the crown prince hugs his first love protectively in his arms and condemns you without hesitation in front of all the nobles in the kingdom.

A smug smirk on his lips as he looked down on you while you, on the other hand, glared up at him.

The anger that has built over the years was on the verge of breaking as your supposed fiance embarrassed not only you but your family with the breakdown of your engagement.

Your name is Eliana Anderson. You are the eldest child of the Anderson household and the prestigious and precious daughter of the Primes Minister Anderson of your kingdom.

Ever since you came of age, you have been betrothed to the crown prince by the king without your father's approval.

You're the only daughter in your family and your father has always doted on you so of course the matters of your betrothal have been a sensitive and meticulous topic to your father. Not wanting to give his precious daughter to some boorish, unruly bastards.

And so receiving a marriage decree from the king, accompanied by a threat to your family, made your father furious beyond belief that you and your mother worried he might faint from anger.

Your father protested with all his might to deny this engagement, knowing how corrupt the current royal family is and how uncontrolled and malicious the current crown prince is but to no avail; the king ignored him.

In the end, you didn't have a choice but to follow, not wanting your family to end up in a difficult situation by opposing the king.

The crown prince does share the same sentiment on not wanting this engagement; however, that didn't stop him from showing his disgust at you. In fact, he seemed to revel in the opportunity to humiliate you whenever the chance arose.

The torment he has shown you since the first day of your engagement has never ceased, and continues even to this day.

And now he's hellbent on not only humiliating you but also destroying and smearing your family's reputation through the mud.

Letting out a breath, you calmed yourself, knowing that acting hysterical wouldn't benefit you nor save your family from the predicament this prince has thrown at you.

However, the urge to slap this idiot prince was so dangerously tempting that you had to close your eyes, and instead, a cold smile appeared on your lips and looked at your 'fiance'.

"If I may ask Your Highness, what crime have I committed that warrants you painting me as a malicious villain in front of everyone?" You coldly asked, your smile darkening as your hand clenched tighter on the fan you were holding.

Suddenly, a coquettish voice interrupted, "Lady Eliana, please stop lying and admit to your sins. Please don't make this harder than it is."

It was the woman whom your fiance had 'fallen' for. A woman who has brown shoulder-length hair, dopey downturned eyes and dressed in a white gown that accentuated her slim figure.

She has that pure, innocent beauty that always seems to attract men who want to unconsciously protect her.

It was the crown prince's 'first love', Amy Wilson, the illegitimate daughter of Baron Wilson, who was currently nestled in your fiance's arms.

Cowering and trembling as tears gathered in her eyes, looking like a small doe in front of everyone as she tried to confront you, earning her sympathy and pitying looks especially the crown prince and his stupid group of cronies.

You, however, were given a dark and condemning look from them.

You couldn't help but spit in disgust in your heart as you coldly looked at her.

She's a woman completely opposite of you, who has sharp and cold eyes, and whenever you look at the crown prince, a lingering disgust shows in your eyes.

Your once slender and petite frame is now tall and lean, the result of the training you have suddenly undergone to learn self-defence as you were pushed as the crown princess.

Truly a complete opposite from your past self. No more the naivety and joy in your once soft features.

Hearing her words, you sneered.

"As far as I know Lady Tr- Lady Wilson, I have only given you fair warnings on your behaviour and to maintain your distance as Your Highness is my betrothed. As for the accusations of harming you, unfortunately, I do not know of them nor have I done them."

You said as you gave them a cold smile behind your fan, patting yourself for catching yourself from calling that woman 'trash'.

That right, you have labelled that woman 'Trash' the moment she seduced the crown prince and tried to harm you.

Why, you ask?

It's not because you love that rotten bastard but because, in your eyes, the crown prince is a rotten garbage. And since there is a rotten garbage, it only makes sense that it has to be thrown in the trash and that trash is none other than Amy Wilson.

Hiding behind the crown prince's arms, that trash gave you a sly look.

You couldn't help but feel a disgusting chill run down your spine as an unsettling feeling settled in your stomach.

As far as you know, your actions thus far have been appropriate as a crown princess. Neither have you crossed the line of letting your feelings interfere nor have you remained ignorant of the situation to let it escalate.

You didn't hurt this woman in any form, only giving her a fair warning and if you did, you have your servants to witness it. As for the 'evidence' they have presented earlier, if experts, the kings and higher people in ranks were to investigate it, they would know it was nothing but fraud.

It's nothing but false evidence made by both the crown prince and his stupid group of cronies who were supposedly the next heirs to some of the most influential families in your kingdom and yet have been seduced so easily under such a contemptuous woman.

Regardless, they were nothing but brats who only rode their family's coattails and were nothing but a nuisance, using their power to abuse those who were weak and under them.

Thinking so, you curse them again in your heart and tried to calm your nerves as cold sweat still continues to run down your back.

"We have given and presented undisputable evidence, Eliana. Stop your nonsense and admit to it." The crown prince spoke with impatience in his voice, shaking his head as if he were speaking to a child.

Your eyebrow twitched hearing him calling you by your name so directly with such audacity.

If it were any other situation, you would have refuted him without reserve however since you were in such a situation, you can't do so recklessly or else your entire family would be dragged further than it already is.

Suddenly, the crown prince caught your eyes and gave a malicious smirk before declaring.

"Since your actions show just how much of an unreasonable and vile you are. How could I accept you as the crown princess and be the future mother of the kingdom! Hence, as of today, Eliana Anderson, you are stripped of your title as the crown princess and from now on Lady Amy Wilson will be the crown princess. Guards! Arrest her and throw her into prison for the crime of harming the crown princess."

You stared, speechless, at the crown prince at such absurdity.

That is when the unsettling feeling you have since you entered this ball completely grasps your whole being as if a slap hit you on the face. A whisper in the back of your mind becomes louder and louder as you feel something within you is on the verge of breaking.

You have always known that the crown prince was a good-for-nothing bastard. A spoiled bastard who only does whatever he pleases but it wasn't to the point of complete idiocy especially when it comes to you as your betrothal was one of the stepping stones on why he became the crown prince however it seems you have overestimated him.

Feeling your arms being restrained by the knights, you struggled. Your control over your emotions slowly slips as your frustrations and anger show.

You tried to regulate your breathing as you looked at the bastard before you, smiling mockingly as you gradually cracked under him.

He turns his head to look at your father who is now being restrained by the knights also when he tried to charge in your defence. A sickening smile on his lips as he taunted your father.

"Ah, Duke Anderson, unfortunately, you'll have to step down from your position as well since the evidence of your embezzlement and illegal actions have been presented to the king. The king has also decided that Marquis Henlyn will be replacing you as the Prime Minister."

Hearing this you curse the crown prince at such an abrupt accusation.

Your father with embezzlement?! Illegal actions?! being replace?!

Such stupidity!

Your father has been nothing but upright and loyal to the kingdom and its people. If it wasn't for him, this kingdom would have long fallen because of its corrupt royal family!

And now he's being falsely accused!? And on top of it, your father is being replaced by Marquis Henlyn who has been rumoured to have smuggled weapons and slavery between your kingdom and the other countries!

Just what kind of parasite is in that bastard's head to have allowed this especially the king!

You gritted your teeth as you yelled, "Your Highness, do you even realize what you're doing?! If you allow this, not only you and the imperial family will be implicated but the kingdom and its people as well! You say my father has done illegal doings and yet haven't you heard that Marquis Henlyn has smuggled not only weapons but has done illegal trading of slavery of our people! My father has been nothing but loyal and honest! Evidence?! It is nothing but a farce! "

Surely even this prince knows how impossible it was to replace your father as his hard work is more evident than this so-called ' evidence'.

Your father's power and authority are the sole reason he's the current crown prince. Removing you and your father would be a foolish move even the king knows this thus the reason he has given that marriage decree without your family's permission and yet why this?!

However, it seems not only have you overestimated the prince but that of the king as well as the prince laughed at you and leaned down as he whispered.

"Do you really think my father cares about your family now that your father has crossed his line? Not only has your father obstructed the royal family again and again, but this time, my father has had enough and since I have gained your father's authority and power, I no longer have any need of your family and my father wholeheartedly agreed to it."

Realization dawned on you as your eyes widened at the truth. A small yet audible sound of snapping resounded in you.

Suddenly a loud heartbroken cry erupted in your throat as you struggled fiercely, no longer caring for anything or your appearance.

Annoyed by your resistance, one of the knights kicks the back of your knees, resulting in you slamming your kneecap onto the floor.

Pain shot through your body. Your eyes reddened and tears welled up, not only from the pain but your control over your bottled emotions have now dissipated.

Gone! Everything you have worked hard for is now gone!

You shook your head and bit your lips until it bleed.

No, this can't be happening!

Even if you hated the crown prince, your position as the crown princess was the only thing that you couldn't let go of.

After all, because of the marriage decree these unscrupulous, unreasonable people have shoved down your throat, you have no choice but to let go of him. Someone so important in your life was exchanged for something you didn't want.

Feeling your cheeks wet, you realize that your tears have finally fallen.

Regret fills you to the point of suffocation as your mind unconsciously remembers the young boy you adored the moment you met him.

How you wish to have held his hand longer...

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay. A relative of mine has passed away and it has been stressful and with work thrown in. It had been chaotic instead which made it harder for me to write and edit.

Though I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the Serendipity Series! If it's not too much, please comment on your thoughts. Thank you!

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LIE DETECTOR TEST : ISAGI YOICHI

⊹ summary : the blue lock boys are invited to take a lie detector test, but they’ve got to answer twitter’s unfiltered questions

⊹ pairing : isagi yoichi x reader (established relationship)

⊹ wc : 543

⊹ warnings : reader is referred to as “girl” with she/her pronouns, suggestive, mentions of oral sex, if I’m missing something pls lmk!! MINORS DNI

⊹ A/N : this is a repost from my prev blog bc i wanna continue this series and i cant post the next part without the context from this one so if it looks familiar, thats why. ALSO if anyone has a reblog of bachira's part somewhere pls send me the link!!

⊹ bachira’s version | kunigami’s version

“Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s do this”

“@/isagisbbybgrl asks How big is your dick?”

Isagi had practically choked on his own spit at the question.   “Wha—why is this the first question?!”

“I’m just reading out what Twitter wants to know?”, the interviewer laughs at the shock in his face. “Now answer the question.”

Isagi, Kunigami and Bachira were currently sat side by side across from their interviewer. They had been invited to guest star on LockX , one of the most popular podcasts to date relating to everything and anything Blue Lock. And today they were asked to answer a few fan questions from Twitter all while hooked up to a lie detector. Up first was Isagi, who looked like he was already regretting coming today.

“Like 10 inches” he sighed out. All heads turned to the polygraph examiner— Milo was his name.

“There’s no way—“

“Truth”

Bachira laughs out at Kunigami’s disbelief while the latter mumbles to himself. Something about not believing it till he sees it himself.

“Wait, now I’m curious” Bachira scooted forward and turned to Isagi. “How much of it does your girl take in her mouth?

“What the fuck Megs? Nope. I’m not talking about Y/N here. Not like that.”

“Sorry to break it to you, but more than half these Twitter asks are about her,” the interviewer adds.

“Come onnnn Yoichi”

“Fine. All of it. Next question”

“Milo?”

“He’s telling the truth” Milo nods back, while the room fills with whistles and cheers to Isagi, who’s hidden his face behind a hand but can’t help the proud smirk that grows on his face at the thought of you taking all of him.

“Okay okay” the interviewer laughs before he directs his next question, “User @/mysagiballs asks where is your favorite place to kiss a partner?”

“Hey at least this one’s not about Y/N”

“Ehh it technically is,” Bachira counters.

“It basically is,” Isagi sighs once again, finally accepting that this is what the rest of the interview will be like. “Her lips, that’s my favorite place to kiss her”

“He’s lying.”

“Wha- No I’m not!”

“Another lie”

“I feel like of all the questions you’ve been asked, this is the most mild.” Kunigami speaks up.

“But you’re lying about it, which means there’s something juicy you’re hiding” Bachira teases.

“Fine, her cheek”

“Still lying”

“Seriously Milo!”

This continues on for a few minutes, Isagi calling out a bodypart and Milo calling out his bullshit.

Her neck. Lie. Her shoulders. Lie. Her hands. Lie.

Meanwhile Bachira and Kunigami have practically fallen off the sofa in tears, laughing at how frustrated Isagi grows with every call of his bluff.

“Between her legs, alright?! I’m not getting any more specific than that. You can figure the rest out yourselves I’m sure”, he glares at Milo as he grumbles out his final answer.

“That was the…truth”

It takes a few moments for Bachira to calm down from his hysterics but then he’s teasing Isagi for being so naughty, giggling at the sight of his friend aggressively ripping off the cuffs and sensors connecting him to the polygraph.

“Yeah yeah, laugh all you want now but you’re going next.” Isagi grins at him, excited to see his friend suffer the same as he did.