Mission: Baby Steps !

✎ mission: baby steps !

- gojo satoru x reader

the three times gojo tried to make his baby love him (and how he miserably fails)

genre: full crack, dad!gojo being a sore loser, your baby being mean (he only wants peace, really), and obviously, fluff !!

note: a little thing for father's day ehe <3 i know i said i'll work on smut in the polls next but uhhh, this comes first ok?! :') i just love the idea of gojo vs baby don't mind me *sobs* and all the scenario here come from the tiktok/reels you've sent me!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

There are many things that come with being a jujutsu sorcerer, and when you are Gojo Satoru, those things seem to be multiplying like bunnies.

This essentially means less time with his wife and baby. Look, he could finish missions fast, but when sent to other cities, even he couldn't abuse his teleportation powers all the time to return to Tokyo.

And so, as much as he hated it, he couldn't fault his baby boy for forgetting him.

"Look, it's papa," you rocked your son with a smile, consoling him as he wailed right after Satoru held him. "Don't cry, don't cry! Papa just got back from a long mission, he's not scary!"

"Is he scared of me?" Ouch. The thought prickled him. It somehow felt sourer than seeing Principal Gakuganji's face.

You hummed, seemingly (or comically?) deep in thought. "Hmm, in baby's point of view: a big, bad man suddenly picks him up, of course he's scared."

"I'm not a bad man!"

Okay, he wasn't having this. Satoru adored his baby to bits and he would want him to at least know it. It's settled then—he would be taking paid leave just to spend some time with his baby.

This would be his mission for the next three days!

DAY ONE

The day started off great. Baby Gojo was relatively calm, a bit fussy here and there but Satoru could definitely handle him.

"Look, a plane is coming!" he said playfully, moving the spoon in the air to attract his baby's attention. "Open your mouth wide!"

Baby blinked at him with the straightest face ever. His two blue orbs were the very same as his father, and yet they held disinterest so great that it was a wonder Satoru didn't notice.

He then playfully smooched baby's face, but he scrunched up, cringing in response.

And later, another achievement unlocked: Satoru successfully got his son to sleep for his afternoon nap!

"You're so cute, sigh." Satoru poked his baby's cheek lightly. "You look like me, but when you sleep, you totally look like your mama..."

He might not say it out loud, but one of his favorite sights lately was seeing you sleep next to your son. Both of you looked so precious and vulnerable, so alike, and it made him warm.

And whenever he looked at this little creation between you and him, he also got the urge to poke him so bad.

So he did. Only this time, he poked him a little too hard.

And how wrong that move was.

His son immediately cracked his eyes open, his lips quivered, and then his whole face scrunched up, followed by—

"WAAA!"

"Oof! Wait— I'm sorry!"

Long story short, he refused to be held in Satoru's arms, so you took over and your husband could only watch you with dissatisfaction.

"Won't you let me hold you?" he asked despondently, pulling up a pitiful face and batting his eyelashes. "I have the warmest hugs! Mama can vouch for that!"

"Satoru, he doesn't want you."

DAY ONE RESULT : FAILED

DAY TWO

Okay, his baby would love him today. Satoru was sure of it.

He had ordered this baby ride-on toy via home shopping and not only that, he would play with him!

"Here we goo~! Honk! Honk!" Satoru steered the little vehicle with his son at the backseat, hyping him up and even made a weird sound that was supposed to resemble a... train?

You watched them both, giggling. Your husband looked positively ridiculous as he was too big for the small vehicle, but still persisted in entertaining your clueless baby behind him. "Oh my, Satoru, you're trying way too hard."

"I have to!" he retorted, sending pout and a glare at the same time. "You can't hog him all the time, he's my son too!"

"Well, good luck~ as it happens, your spawn isn't easy to impress."

"Just so you wait—!" Satoru begrudgingly shot you a look, eaten up by your taunts, not noticing the wall in front of him. "By the end of today, he'll— whoaaa!"

He was about to crash into the said wall, and you were prepared to jump to save your baby first. But then, Satoru did the next best thing to stop it—jumping out of the ride-on, rolling onto the floor... and crashing into the bookshelf that some of the things fell. "Ow!"

"Are you okay!?" you immediately picked up your baby before checking him over. However, Satoru's eyes were transfixed on your shared munchkin.

"Meh heh~"

And you too when you heard it— your baby was wiggling, all smiles, seemingly amused by the sight of his papa lying there pitifully. Satoru was aghast.

"Y-you have no filial piety!"

DAY TWO RESULT : FAILED

DAY THREE

Today, Satoru had gotten inside the playpen and brought a bunch of toys, planning to entertain his son with all of them.

"C'mon, don't throw that!" he pursed his lips when his kid flung the lego away. "Don't you want to play together with me?"

No. As if saying that, the baby crawled away from him. He seemed to have a target in mind though.

"Oi, what are you doing?" Satoru was puzzled, but he was in for a surprise when the child rose slowly.

"Oh, you're pushing yourself up..." he stated, observing how the baby, still wobbly, clutched on the edge of his playpen for support.

A huge grin spread across his face then. "Aww, look at you!" he gushed with pride. "You can stand already! Ooh!"

And suddenly, the sight tugged at his heartstrings. This was the first time he had ever witnessed such a milestone. He wasn't here when he first started teething or crawling, and now that he was here when his son was standing... he wanted to see more of this.

"Now, can you take a step?" Satoru moved closer to him, and the kid turned to him with those clear blue eyes and a little frown, seemingly unsure. "Go! Go! Come to me!"

He didn't think he would actually try to walk. But he did as baby let go of the support, alas suddenly he slipped—

And fell flat on his face.

"—! Are you hurt?!" Satoru immediately plucked him off the floor, horrified, and pulled him close when the baby started to sniffle. Soon, he began to wail inconsolably.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—!" he didn't even know why he was apologizing, but seeing his baby so frightened made his chest tighten. "Stop crying, oh wait—let's find mama!"

You were engrossed in your evening TV series when Satoru came barging to the living room with your poor son while being hysterical. "Help him!"

"What happened?!"

"He fell! He fell!"

Of course, your main concern was to comfort your baby, and so you reached out to take him from your husband's arms, only that...

"Huh...?" even Satoru was stunned when his son clutched onto his shirt, continuing to cry but refusing to let go, burying his little face into him.

Suddenly, he felt warm, he felt needed, and most of all, his desire to protect him was so overwhelming that he couldn't help but squeeze him closer.

You looked between the father and son, feeling giddy at the sight.

"He wants you," you finally smiled, patting baby's back. Satoru glanced between you and his precious pumpkin, seemingly taken aback as he blinked several times. When the fact sank in, he felt like a mush and pressed a kiss on his head.

The clown was convinced that his kid hates him and you are the savior. So, the fact that this little innocent being wanted him to comfort him... it made his heart flutter.

"Sorry, kid," he sighed into him, smushing his face to his little one's. "Don't cry, yeah? You're making me sad too."

"Satoru... are you getting glassy-eyed?"

"...am not!"

DAY THREE RESULT : DUBIOUS OUTCOME

"He's asleep..." you placed your baby between you and Satoru on the bed later that night, he was now so peaceful, out like a light.

Satoru turned to face you and the baby, looking at both of you with a yawn, but a soft smile lit his face when he saw how you pecked his son's cheek lightly.

These three days made him almost forget that curses still existed out there. Spending time with his son blurred that fine line between reality and a perfect daydream.

"He is still so little, but he screams so loud," he mused, poking the baby's cheek gently. You swatted his hand away, worried he might poke too hard again.

"You keep teasing him, that's why."

"—? He keeps playing me, is why!"

You two burst into quiet giggles then, and you couldn't help but reminiscing about the journey from when you first found out you were expecting, through the first ultrasound, and all the way to delivering your son.

And it seemed like Satoru had an inkling of what you were thinking when he suddenly blurted:

"Thank you, for everything you do," he whispered then, his eyes crinkled so softly at you.

You playfully huffed to hide your misty eyes, and in that moment, Satoru knew, that you too were glad for this life you two shared.

. . .

And that, in and of itself, was enough for him to thank all the stars for bringing him to meet you in that most beautiful spring of 2006.

Epilogue

It was morning, and baby was awoken by... sounds.

He looked to the side to find his mama there— your hand on his tummy to prevent him from rolling.

And then he turned to the other side to find his papa... who is perfectly still, but emanating this low sounds with each breath he took.

The longer he heard it, the more irritated your munchkin felt. So he rose, put his fists together, and came down on him—

Whack!

"—?!" Satoru groaned when something hit his face, and he opened his eyes only to see his son readying his punch again—

"W-why are you hitting me!" he was mortified. "H-help! Sweets, wake up! He’ll murder me!”

OVERALL MISSION RESULT : FAILED

He just wants some coffee :')

After a long while of pacing and him singing to a particularly fussy Gabriella, his baby finally got some sleep. But his coffee got cold.

Headcanons to Yandere Bucky Barnes X Pregnant Reader

WARNING: MDNI, baby-trapping, mentions of sex, alcohol, mature language, some mentions of suicide, murder, mentions of depression, implied suicide attempts in the past, etc.

SUMMARY: It's already bad enough that you got kidnapped by an obsessed Bucky Barnes, but how will he react when he finds out you're pregnant? And how will he treat you throughout your pregnancy?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: (Edited) It's been a few years since I posted this and I began to notice some readers liking it recently, so I decided to edit it and make it longer. Also, I have been so busy lately with my schedule, I barely have a day's rest for the past few weeks, but I will try to post more here. And for those who have experienced this type of relationship, please tell someone whom you can trust because while this is only fictional, it isn't good in a real life.

MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)

Finding out you are pregnant in the a public restroom was one of the hardest experience you had to go through. You could barely even look at it, much less hold the three pregnancy sticks without your hands trembling with fear amd anxiety.

It took a few breakdowns for you to get yourself together, but it wasn't as if you allowed them to last very long. You had used the excuse to go outside to buy some groceries, which was one of the only things a very reluctant Bucky agrees for you to go out for, but even then, if you stayed out for so long, he would get suspicious. You discarded the pregnancy tests into the trash bins, before buying his and your favourite snacks and drinks. Bucky got in a good mood at home because of it too.

You decided to keep your pregnancy a secret from Bucky, which won't be much of a problem.... or so you thought.

Ever since you found out about your pregnancy, for a whole month, you kept on being your usual stubborn self, always rejecting Bucky's attempts to show his affection to you, especially whenever he tries to get closer for a kiss. Somehow though, the soldier began to notice something odd from your regular behaviour, although you tried to keep it as it was before.

Perhaps it was the way you were much more stubborn and adamant to not have sex with Bucky or maybe it was the way you shove his head away from your stomach every time he tries to lay his head on it and gave him a grumpy or irritated look. It might also be the morning sickness that loves to pester you every morning without rest, which causes Bucky to wake up and get worried over you.

Eventually, he realized what was going on after a month of taking your same old excuses, and forced you to take a pregnancy test in front of him.

"You knew all along, didn't you?" Bucky asked you after the pregnancy test showed a positive result to you, causing your stomach to churn. One of the reasons you didn't tell Bucky is because you were afraid that he might force you to abandon the child or get an abortion instead since he was still running away from the government. However, you were welcomed with a warm smile on his face. "Why didn't you tell me? We're going to have a child soon!"

Afterwards, you learnt that it was actually Bucky's plan to get you pregnant all along, believing it to be the way for you not leave him. Of course, you were furious as fuck and threw a 'tantrum' as he like to call it. Bucky only let out a chuckle and kissed your forehead while gently rubbing your belly, which carries the small two months old baby, as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

Bucky made it his mission to learn to cook. Don't be fooled, Bucky has always been capable of cooking and he makes some of the most delicious dishes you have ever tasted, but ever since your pregnancy, he is keen to be the one to cook every single one of your meals. Bucky prevents you from going to restaurants in fear that you and the baby might get food poisoned and out of worry that the food there would be unhealthy for you. Not even a bag of chips is allowed in the house. You want a donut? Don't worry, darling, Bucky can make one for you shortly.

Speaking of him not letting you go out to restaurants, if you think Bucky even allows you to go outside alone, then you're surely mistaken. Bucky has already been far too protective and possessive of you before he found out you were pregnant. During your pregnancy though, he has never left your side, even following you when you want to use the bathroom in the middle of the night to pee, thanks to your sensitive bladder. Although Bucky does help you a lot while staying by your side, either by helping you tie your shoelaces or massage your swollen feet, especially with how fast your baby bump was beginning to grow, you still can't help but feel disgusted with his touch.

If for whatever reason you are forced to go outside, you won't be alone. Bucky will disguise himself and go wherever you go, keeping a safe distance from you to keep you safe if he has to, but be rest assured, you're never alone anymore when you go out. Not like you ever were, but you don't need to know that.

There was once an incident where he deemed a man who was asking you for directions to a place was "too friendly" with you and after leading the man to a secluded place, Bucky killed him on the spot. Remember how Bucky doesn't allow you to be too far from him outside? Yeah, because of that, you witnessed Bucky in the act of killing the innocent man. It caused you to feel a thousand times more disgusted whenever Bucky tries to help you, though he assured you a hundred times that the man was seeking to hurt you in some way.

Bucky knew of how suicidal you can get and after that incident, he knew you would blame yourself for it at some point. Due to it, he made sure to throw away your sleeping pills and all of your birth control pills in fear that you might try to commite suicide like you did in the past with them. To be fair, he had already throw away all unnecessary pills in the house, but Bucky practically rummaged through the entire house, through your secret stashes even to get rid of anything that can harm you. However, you had a feeling Bucky got rid of the birth control pills because he wants another child in the future as well. Killing two birds with one stone, he must have thought.

There was once during your pregnancy when he had no choice but to leave for a mission, much to your excitement, since this would be the first ever time he left you alone for months. However, that excitement quickly died down when he left you with his best and most truated friend, Steve Rogers, and frenemy, Tony Stark. You weren't sure why Tony was even there since he wasn't in good terms with Bucky, but he probably felt pity for you because of your situation. Your chances to escape though was practically none as long as Steve was around since he acts like a second yandere to you, especially after you got pregnant. The good thing was that he was sweeter and less possessive but just as much protective as Bucky. Steve only has one mission; to not let you escape and Captain America never breaks away from his goal.

It is better to be around Tony though if you want a hint of freedom. You won't get much, that's for sure, especially with Steve hogging around you as well, but Tony tries his best to get you a fresh air of freedom whenever he is able to. It might not be much nor quite often since Bucky's mission doesn't last that long either, but you appreciated his actions to make you feel comfortable. Though it only made you dread the day Bucky comes back even more.

When he does come back, you gave him the silent treatment. You were still upset about what happened to the man a few months ago and continued to ignore Bucky, even with all his pleas for you to just look at him and apologies about it. That was until the day came when you felt your water broke and after screaming and pushing him away, Bucky forced you to let him carry you to the private hospital Tony had bought for you to give birth at.

After many, many hours of pushing and blaming everything on Bucky, a new bundle of joy came into the world. You and Bucky were in awe the whole time watching the little baby being washed by the nurse, before wrapping a blanket around him. You hated Bucky with all you have, but you could never hate your baby. It wasn't his fault that their father is an obsessive asshole who can't keep his pants to himself.

In the end, you love your baby with everything you have, but hatred is the only emotion you have for Bucky and the whole time you were resting after your exhausting birth, you were too busy thinking of a plan to safely get away from Bucky with your baby boy. And you will do whatever it takes to get out of there, for both his sake and yours.

MDNI, a bit of breeding kink, implied overstimulation, possessive and slight yandere theme. requests are open and I'll be having loads more free time from now on.

Masterlist & Requests: Have some wine before you leave, or suggest a good brand to me. any form of messages are a delight.

Husband Coriolanus Snow! whose marriage to you was solely for the sake of his reputation and to climb higher in society. Your family, renowned for their wealth and high standards, eagerly accepted Coriolanus's proposal, viewing him as a golden opportunity to elevate their own status further and a perfect match for you. Despite your protests and pleas that it was too soon to marry, they hurriedly arranged the wedding while you were still in university, seizing the chance without hesitation.

Husband Coriolanus Snow! who silently considered you more a responsibility than a partner, but he felt compelled to fulfill his duties towards you as your husband. He admired your esteemed reputation and expected you to maintain it, unwilling to bear additional burdens from you if you fail to do so. However, your kindness and understanding had begrudgingly earned his tolerance. Knowing your objections to the arranged marriage and desiring to win you over to keep it at peace, Coriolanus attempted to charm you with gifts like jewelry and designer clothes that his assistant insisted you would love.

Husband Coriolanus Snow! who found himself occasionally irritated by your persistent desire to spend time together, almost as if you wanted to have a genuine bond with him. Coriolanus scoffed at the mere idea of it, but he was a patient man and tolerated your requests as long as you didn't overstep his boundaries. He would put aside little time to spend time with you in order to keep you satisfied.

Husband Coriolanus Snow! who was initially taken aback to find you in the kitchen so early, was even more astonished when he discovered that you were preparing bread pudding for his day at work. He suspected Tigris had mentioned his favorite dish to you, but he hadn't expected you to remember, much less make it on your own.

Husband Coriolanus Snow! who was firm in his demand for you to stop, stating that it was the servants' job to handle such tasks and you needn't bother. Before your arranged marriage, he had expected a wife who would revel in lavish events and spend extravagantly, not one who would show genuine care for him and that scared him much more than he would like to admit. As he reflected on the situation, Coriolanus couldn't help but wonder what he had gotten himself into.

Husband Coriolanus Snow! whose patience wore thin when you arrived at his workplace with the homemade lunch he had intentionally left behind. Masking his annoyance with a forced smile, he kissed your cheek and expressed gratitude, all while his co-workers were in awe and admired how sweet the two of you were with each other. The only person who noticed the pretense Coriolanus was displaying was Dr. Gaul.

—

"A captivating bird you have there, Coriolanus," Dr. Raul remarked when the two were alone in her lab, previously discussing about ideas of what to put in the next Hunger Games.

"She's flawless, unlike any other," Coriolanus stated while grappling with conflicting emotions. Despite his inner turmoil, he resolved to assert stricter control over the situation, planning to have a "talk" with you about this later at home.

Dr. Gaul didn't disagree with him. "Indeed, certainly much better than your old songbird," she nodded, before walking closer to him. "But remember, no matter how splendid the plumage, a bird remains a bird. And you'd be wise not to let this one flutter from your grasp."

"Caged or not, the instinct for freedom is inherent in all creatures. While your precious songbird may have flown beyond your grasp, remember, in the Capitol, every prized possession becomes a target. Everyone covets what they cannot possess— a jewel coveted by all is bound to attract many hands." Dr. Gaul warned him, before she told him to finish his reports tomorrow morning and dismissed him for the night.

—

Husband Coriolanus Snow! who was in deep thinking over Dr. Gaul's words about you. She was right yet the possessiveness gnawed at him. His wife was undeniably his, her wedding ring that was always in nestled between her fingers a testament. So why this sudden feeling? It troubled him deeply, casting doubt on what he thought was certain.

Husband Coriolanus Snow! whose mind began wandering back to the times when he observed numerous suitors, both men and women from influential families, fighting for your attention, despite of your marital status. Despite your efforts to assert your commitment, they persisted in their pursuit. You were a rare gem after all, desired by many, and Coriolanus now realized of how neglectful he was in safeguarding his precious jewel.

Husband Coriolanus Snow! whom you expected to scold you after you went to his workplace to deliver his lunch, instead met you with possessive and lustful eyes. Before you could say a word, he pulled you to him and began making out with you roughly.

Husband Coriolanus Snow! whom you tried to warn that the maids were still around, but he continued, leaving marks all over your neck and collarbone. His reputation would be on the line, but the dark and possessive feeling in his stomach wasn't letting him focus on that. Instead, he was intent on marking you, his beloved wife, making sure everyone knew that his jewel belonged to him alone.

Husband Coriolanus Snow! who had you become a moaning and panting mess underneath him. It was unfair really— he had gotten you completely undressed, leaving nothing left to the imagination, but Coriolanus was still fully clothed. Well, except for his pants, which allows you to feel the raging hard boner hiding beneath his boxers. You could feel a twitch against your thigh though with every sinful moan you make. However, your husband was determined to ravish every single inch of your skin first.

Husband Coriolanus Snow! who had always wanted an heir from you, but wasn't quite fond of being intimate with you in the past. Now, he was thrusting into your pussy without a care for your pleas to slow down in the guest bedroom since it was the closest place to where the two of you were making out at. Your body was already filled with bruises and love bites, but what was worse is how sore your pussy felt, continuously enduring Coriolanus' rough thrusts.

Husband Coriolanus Snow! who demanded for you to tell him who you belong to throughout the session and with each question being left unanswered only earned you a hair pull. Coriolanus usually loved how dumbfounded you had gotten because of him, but that night, he wanted to make sure that his pretty little wife knows her place.

Husband Coriolanus Snow! who acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened the next morning. However, he did help you bathe and kissed some parts of your body that ached too much. Coriolanus had certainly learnt his lesson and don't worry, he'll be treating you much better from now on.

My inner cat is unleashing. :)

Me booping random people on my dash I dont even know

Official || Jealous Tom Riddle x Reader

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MATURE CONTENT, semi-public sex, cunnilungus, oral sex, overstimulation, master kink, a bit of praise kink, uses of "slut", mature language, shameless, possessive, jealousy, mentions of torture, suggestive talk, rough behaviour, cursing, blood, mentions of violence. Both reader and Tom are eighteen and in their last year of Hogwarts!

SUMMARY: Another wizard has taken an interest in you, but Tom will make sure that everyone knows you're his.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HELLO! I spent more time on this than I should and the smut part is shorter than the rest of the story, but I hope you like it! The other imagines and headcanons will soon be published too. The schedule is a little hectic but don't worry, I'll still try to post as much as I can! :)

MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)

In the bustling halls of Hogwarts, where new faces arrive every year alongside familiar ones, it was hardly uncommon for some to remain unknown to each other. With the sheer size of the castle and the constant changes in one's appearance as they grew older, names and faces often slipped by unnoticed.

It allowed for the few students who barely interacted with anyone to be hidden in the shadows, their presence merely lingering in the corners of the castle. Yet, there were also those who commanded attention without even needing to utter a single word. These students were widely known throughout the castle, their names and faces forever planted into the memories of everyone who walked past them.

You weren't one to command attention effortlessly like those students did. However, you had a kind and friendly demeanor, always open to comfort those in need of a friend, even though you were a little bit shy and introverted.

Not everyone knew who you were, and those who did often dismissed your sweet nature because they understood why they had to avoid you.

And why is that? It was a question that appeared in the minds of those who cared enough to ask, especially after being warned to stay away from you. After all, you have always shown genuine kindness towards others, regardless of their blood status. However, that question was answered each time by the piercing, dark eyes that gave a pause to those who looked your way.

Due to your close friendship with Tom, who was known for his magical abilities as a powerful wizard and intelligence as the top student of his year, you often found yourself in the shadow of his fame. Despite this, you cherished your friendship with him above all else and if you were being quite honest, you would have disliked the attention as well. You wanted a genuine connection with others, not a parade of fans eager to follow your every command. However, many have tried to get closer to Tom through you, which led to moments of hurt and betrayal when their intentions were eventually revealed. Tom, who was quite protective of you, swiftly ensured those who caused you pain faced terrible consequences. Some of them vanished completely from your life, leaving no trace of their presence and no one around you dared to speak a word about them, even if you tried to ask them..

It wasn’t long until you stopped asking though. Tom always made sure you didn't dwell on their betrayal any longer than necessary.

“They were worthless creatures, why bother giving them any more of your time?” Tom would say whenever you asked him about the vanished students. Despite your curiosity, you chose not to pry any further, trusting Tom's judgment and understanding that some things were better left unspoken. And so afterwards, you focused on moving forward without dwelling on the past.

That was the reason why other students tended to avoid you. While you might have been friendly and approachable, the fear of crossing a line and having to face Tom's wrath lingered in the minds of your peers.

Most of the time, you were with Tom or a selected few friends. However, during moments when you were left alone, a sense of loneliness crept inside you as you thought of how none of the other students wanted to befriend you. While you appreciated the company of friends like Malfoy or Parkinson, you desired to have connections with a wider circle of people. And at times, despite not daring to say it out loud, it felt as if your friendship with them was forced, as if they were only following Tom's orders than genuinely befriending you because they like you. You could tell by the bored looks Parkinson tried to hide at times and the fake smiles he would muster whenever he interacted with you. Abraxas was a little more blunt with his feelings towards you and didn’t try to hide his disinterest. He probably tolerated you at the most, but would always interact with you whenever Tom was around.

One day, when you were deep in your thoughts, you found yourself questioning if there was something wrong with you to the point that it made you unapproachable. As these doubts plagued your self esteem, you finally accepted that perhaps there was a valid reason for others to seem hesitant to connect with you. It was a devastating realization, but perhaps you were just a freak after all.

Which was why you were taken aback by the unexpected request from a Hufflepuff boy whom you neither know nor was one of your friends.

“Excuse me?” You responded back with confusion, but the boy’s grin persisted. “I asked if you want to be partners.”

You stole a quick glance at Tom, wanting to see his reaction before giving the Hufflepuff boy an answer. However, Tom’s dark eyes were already fixed on the Hufflepuff boy whom he knew as McLaggen, since the moment he approached you. Potions was Tom’s forte and he had been your regular partner for it. When Tom was unavailable, Abraxas stepped in as your partner, being the second best student at Potions. Tom didn’t trust the boy, being fully aware of his terrible skills in Potions. However, before Tom could voice against it, Professor Slughorn was quick to usher him to Abraxas, ever so eager to see two of his top Potions students to work together.

Despite being aware of Tom's distrust toward McLaggen, you saw this as an opportunity to connect with more people. Besides, you still needed a partner, and Tom and Abraxas were already paired up. Here was someone wanting to work with you, so it wouldn’t hurt to be partners with McLaggen, right?

Shooting a smile back at McLaggen, you replied back, “I don’t see why not.”

McLaggen’s grin widened and helped you to prepare the materials for the potion, before starting on the potion together. Unbeknownst to you, Tom's eyes bore into you and McLaggen throughout the lesson, his expression dark and menacing, as if he could unleash his wrath upon McLaggen at any given moment if he did a single thing wrong. Tom’s intense scrutiny didn’t go unnoticed by Abraxas, who grew increasingly worried about Tom's dark gaze.

“My lord,” Abraxas murmured in a hushed tone to Tom, ensuring that he was the only one able to hear him. Sensing Tom’s volatile mood, Abraxas navigated carefully, knowing that any misstep could have terrible consequences for him. Tom's sharp gaze shifted to Abraxas briefly before returning to the potion at hand, his focus unwavering. Tom remained vigilant throughout the lesson, glancing towards McLaggen and you every once in a while, ensuring everything was proceeding as it should without McLaggen standing too close to you.

At the end of the Potions class, after Professor Slughorn praised his work again as usual, Tom made his way outside of class, before noticing your figure slipping out of class to reach him. He was quite pleased to see you smiling, as you excitedly recounted the success of your potion to him. “It went so well, Tom! Professor Slughorn said that other than yours and Abraxas’s work, it’s one of the best Draught of the Living Best he’s seen in a while—” you continued talking about the process of making your potion to him.

Whenever you began one of your lengthy rants with Tom, he remained mostly silent, leading you to wonder at times if he was truly listening or preoccupied with something else. However, any doubts were dispersed when he interjected with remarks or asked questions, showing that he was indeed listening all along. In your relationship, you were always the talkative one and Tom was the listener. The opposite could be said when interacting with others though, and Tom tended to take the lead in conversations.

Tom perceived your silence regarding the Hufflepuff boy as a positive sign. In fact, you didn't really talk about him at all, leading Tom to speculate that McLaggen's interest in partnering with you might have been only to secure a decent grade for once in the semester.

However, it would only get worse from there.

A few days later, during Charms lesson, McLaggen approached you and took a seat beside you, one that was usually reserved for Tom. Aware that Tom was in the restroom, you attempted to inform McLaggen that the seat was already taken, but he dismissed your information and settled into the seat anyway. When Tom returned and found McLaggen on his seat, his expression turned menacing.

“That seat was already taken,” Tom asserted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I didn’t see your name on it, Riddle,” McLaggen coolly replied back, showing little concern for Tom’s dark gaze.

You felt a wave of nervousness hit you at McLaggen’s reply, and you glanced towards Tom, silently urging him not to escalate the situation into a scene during Charms class. You sent him a pleading look as well that told him that the issue should be addressed later in a more appropriate place. Tom turned his piercing gaze towards McLaggen, his eyes casting a silent warning. Without another word, Tom moved away to take a seat beside Abraxas, leaving you and McLaggen behind.

Although you and Tom weren't officially in a romantic relationship, the unspoken tension between the two of you was undeniable. Despite both being aware of your feelings for each other, for some unknown reasons, neither of you have talked about them before. Tom didn’t find a purpose to since you two already acted like a couple and everyone at Hogwarts knew of your unofficial romantic relationship as well. So, why the hell would a pathetic boy from Hufflepuff try to put himself into your relationship with him?

Tom needed everyone to know that you're his and he knew just the thing to do it.

"Master, ngh— please!" You sniffled, tears streaming down your cheeks, as Tom pulled another orgasm from you.

Looking up momentarily from your juice-covered pussy, Tom smirked when he saw how flustered you were. Cheeks turning red from the scandolous activity you and Tom were currently doing, and your chest heaving heavily with each breath, tempting him to rip your collared, white shirt out to play with your sensitive breasts.

You choked back a gasp when Tom circled his thumb around your clit, causing his smirk to widen. Tom loved how sensitive your pussy was, but after cumming a few times in the abandoned classroom thanks to Tom's tongue and even fingers, it seemed a single blow of air to your clit was enough to send pleasure down your spine.

"One more," Tom cooed to you, circling your clit with more pressure, as he heard students talking outside, including McLaggen who was asking the other students if they have seen you. "My little slut can take one more, can't you?"

You could barely focus on Tom's words and only nodded hazily. He turned his attention back to your pussy and kissed the hood of your clit, before he hungrily ravaged your pussy like a starved man who hasn't eaten in days, as if he hadn't just eaten your pussy a few minutes ago.

"Master—" you half-moaned and half-whimpered, clutching his dark hair from the overwhelming pleasure.

Tom removed his tongue from your heat, giving you a moment to catch your breath. You released your grip from his hair and sighed in relief for the break. However, it didn't take long for two fingers to thrust into your tight hole, causing you to let out a surprised moan.

It was only then you noticed the noises from the students outside and you weakly tried to close your legs, afraid for them to hear you, but Tom's free hand firmly gripped your inner thigh, preventing you from moving.

"You promised me one more, remember?" Tom wore a cruel grin on his face as his fingers hit into your most sensitive spots. You arched your back, feeling a familiar knot in your stomach. You desperately muffled your moans with your hand and gripped the wooden table you were on tightly.

Tom forced your hand away, but before you could protest, Tom kissed your lips roughly, continuing the pace of his fingers. That was enough for you to climax again, clear liquid gushing all over his fingers. You panted heavily, tiredly gazing into Tom's dark eyes.

As you went over to embrace in Tom's arms, you murmured tiredly, "Maybe I should start spending more time with McLaggen if it means you'll get jealous more often."

The next morning at breakfast, McLaggen noticed your limp and wondered how you had gotten it until he spotted Tom's arm around your waist, along with the cocky smile tugging his lips.