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KIRA 😮‍💨😮‍💨 THIS WAS SCRUMPTIOUS

omfg this was the last straw: i think im a mattheo girl ?????

"his fingers threaded through your locks in an almost tender gesture, one so uncharacteristic of mattheo riddle, before he yanked your head back, making you hiss from the harshness of the pull." 🤌🤌

catch me slipping him felix felicis next game 🫣🫣

— if you’ve been naughty, you get…

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summary: quidditch is a sport that demands strength and stamina, resulting in physical exertion. exertion equals releasing disproportionate amounts of warmth, which, as it turns out, feels better shared.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

cw: 18+ smut, enemies to lovers, rough p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public sex, spanking, choking, degrading, hair grabbing, cursing

wc: 3.1k

a/n: the first fic of the naughty side of the list, so buckle up for the filth!! hope you enjoy <3

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The entirety of the Quidditch stadium roared as Harry Potter hovered proudly in the air, the Golden Snitch snug between his fingers. The ultimate rivalry between the houses never ceased to exist, be it on the school grounds or on the pitch, the students from other houses having chosen a side long ago and now discreetly passing galleons to each other in the stands. You craned your neck a bit, your loosely tied scarf sliding off as you watched the players descend onto the ground, the green and silver side clearly trying to get off the pitch as hastily as possible.

Mattheo was, for all intents and purposes, pissed. His nostrils were flared, his breath coming out short and ragged, the exertion from the long-winded game straining his aching muscles. His bat was clutched tightly in his hand, his knuckles almost translucent as he fought the urge to swing it at the annoyingly smug Gryffindors who seemed to be very purposeful with the loudness of their celebrations. A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth – the opportunity was too golden, no pun intended, to have a go at the guy, even though you knew that now, of all times, he wouldn’t dream of holding back. It was a constant push and pull between the two of you, a burning need to kick the other while they were down, and a loss of a very important game was a chance presenting itself on a silver platter.

"Hey, Riddle!"

The sound of your voice made Mattheo grit his teeth, the vibration echoing in his already ringing ears. His eyes briefly darted to you descending the stairs from the top of the stands, the look in them as close to murderous as it can possibly get.

"Don’t," he muttered, continuing to stride across the field, towards the tunnel, where the other players from the Slytherin team had already disappeared.

"Don’t what?"

Your voice was clearly taunting as you approached him, your arms crossing on your chest as you fixed him with a smirk. Unconsciously, your gaze slid down his body, taking in the sight of his Quidditch jersey clinging to him, damp with sweat and accentuating the ridges of his toned abs. You licked your lips, the action coming out of your subconsciousness that craved to feel those abs underneath your palms, although you had yet to admit it.

"Don’t fucking try me right now," Mattheo retorted without sparing you a glance. He was already more than a little aggravated, and the last thing he needed was your teasing and endless quips, combined with the effortless allure you always held despite being an insufferable little cunt. His uniform suddenly felt too tight, which prompted him to take off the green jersey, harshly tugging it over his head with one hand.

Your lips parted ever so slightly as you watched his torso opening up to you in all its firm, built glory. But the muscles weren’t the first thing that you noticed – as much as the view was enticing, it was also not completely new. No, the thing that made your breath hitch was the fact that he was literally steaming, as if he had just left a sauna. Translucent whirls were emanating from his heated body, his skin breaking out in goosebumps in the chilly December air. Mattheo didn’t even shiver, throwing the piece of clothing over his shoulder and flicking the bat from one hand to the other. His pace was firm and purposeful, leaving no doubts about his intentions to leave the Quidditch pitch as quickly as possible.

You had entirely different plans for him, though.

Without thinking much, you followed him into the tunnel leading out of the stadium, barely able to match his long steps.

“Or what?” you called out defiantly, finally reaching him at the price of your breath getting shallow and your heart beating faster than normal. You weren’t one hundred percent sure it was just the effect of walking quickly.

Mattheo stopped in his tracks, nearly making you stumble into his broad back. His eyes closed shut for a moment, his chest heaving as he took a deep breath, feeling his already nonexistent control slipping away with every single sound of yours he heard behind him.

“You will regret it,” he muttered through gritted teeth, not making a move to turn around to look at you – he knew that if he did, he could say goodbye to any traces of restraint still left in him.

“Oh, really?”

You knew you were walking a dangerous line by taunting him like that, but at this point, you couldn’t stop. Was it a sudden surge of bravery, was it recklessness or something else, deeper and yet uncharted, you couldn’t tell. You just knew that if you stopped right now – that was what you’d regret for a long, long time, possibly for the rest of your life. You stepped closer, your chest almost pressing against his back, feeling his muscles tense as your proximity registered in his mind and sent signals through his whole body.

That step was all it took for him to finally snap. In a split second, his hand was wrapped around your throat, pressing you against the wall of the tunnel. A strangled gasp escaped your parted lips, your pulse fluttering wildly as his fingers pressed right on the point, curling around your neck as if he was ready to snap it in half. He probably could, if he wanted to.

“Say another word and find out,” Mattheo hissed, the warm air of his breath brushing against your flushed face. His already dark chocolate eyes darkened further – you swore you could see his pupils dilating in real time, the dimness inside the tunnel failing to hide the mixture of anger and lust swirling in their depths.

“I’m not scared of you,” you whispered, your voice quiet but filled with a strange type of determination. Whatever was happening was something completely new in your dynamic, yet it felt like it had been building up the whole time you spent bickering and trying to get to each other using the power of biting words.

Mattheo’s hold grew tighter around your throat, almost cutting off the stream of much needed air flowing into your lungs.

“You should be.”

A loud thud echoed through the tunnel as his bat hit the floor, thrown away and immediately forgotten about. His newly freed hand gripped your waist, pressing you harder into the wall, the coldness of the surface seeping through the fabric of your winter robes. Mattheo’s body was flush against your front, creating a sharp contrast between the chill of the air surrounding you and his fired up skin, dampening your shirt with small rivulets of sweat dripping off him.

You swallowed thickly, unable to tear your gaze off his face, his dangerously handsome features tense and barely moving. You had no idea what to do with your hands, so they ended up on his bare chest without any real input from your mind, which, you could tell, was slowly turning off anyway. A hiss coming from him once your skin touched his was a surprise, but you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy his reaction. For some reason, you found yourself bold enough to try exploring this newfound knowledge, sliding your hand down his chest, along the firm planes and ridges. Two things happened at the same time: Mattheo’s fingers dug deeper into the sides of your throat, causing a strangled sound to escape your lips, while his other hand left your waist to grab your traveling wrist.

“You have no fucking idea what you’re doing right now,” Mattheo muttered, and you swore you could hear his teeth grinding against each other. “I’ll show you, though. I’ll fucking show you.”

Next thing you knew, you were lifted off the ground, stuck in the iron bars of his embrace. The instinct in you that still tried to persuade you that this whole thing was wrong made your dangling feet try to hit Mattheo’s knee. This weak attempt at defiance was quickly stopped by his arm moving down and tightly locking around your thighs, stopping your legs from moving altogether.

“Asshole.” You did hear the treacherous breathlessness of your voice, but also didn’t have it in you to care. The heat between your legs was rapidly intensifying, the friction created by your pressed up thighs only making you more desperate for something real, something substantial to quench your undeniable thirst.

A dark smirk appeared on Mattheo’s face, the one that did nothing to soften his expression – it only made him look more like the devil he appeared to be. A second later, his foot was pushing a door you didn’t even know was there, doing the same from the other side once he walked into a dark room that smelled like wood and broom polish. You didn’t have time to think or formulate a snarky response to his actions before you were getting turned around and bent over, Mattheo’s hand pressing insistently on the back of your neck. You barely had time to stabilize yourself against the cold wooden bench that stood at the wall, your scarf sliding off completely and falling to the floor.

“What the fuck?!” you exclaimed, although it was more of a formality, since you made no actual attempt to get up from the new position. Mattheo, of course, took notice of that, his smirk widening a bit.

“This the only thing you can think of?” His voice was cold and mocking at the same time, not failing to send a shiver down your spine – it was huskier than usual, an undertone of desire obvious even to untrained ears. Mattheo effortlessly lifted up the hem of your robes, the rumpled fabric of your skirt splayed across your ass in a way he found sinful. “Where’s the smartass attitude, hm?”

A sharp smack landed on your ass, stinging even through several layers of clothing. Your body jolted forward, a yelp breaking out of your throat both at the unexpectedness of it and a wave of pleasure the smack sent straight between your legs. Mattheo found himself enjoying your reaction, his hand coming up to rest on your hip, fingers curling and pressing into the flesh.

“Fuck y-,” you started to mutter, glancing at him over your shoulder, but another smack shut you up pretty quickly. You could feel the sting, only intensified when his strong hand grabbed a handful of your ass, roughly kneading and squeezing.

“Much better from this angle,” Mattheo murmured, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek as his eyes shamelessly roamed your body up and down. His free hand slid up your back, pushing you to lean further down against the bench until he reached your hair. His fingers threaded through your locks in an almost tender gesture, one so uncharacteristic of Mattheo Riddle, before he yanked your head back, making you hiss from the harshness of the pull.

The warmth of his body enveloped you whole as Mattheo bent over, his flaming chest covering the entirety of your back. A fleeting thought flickered in your mind, that even the warmest robes couldn’t hold a candle to the human heater that was Mattheo after a Quidditch game. As his mouth neared your ear, his hand never stilled on your ass, lifting your skirt up to bunch up at your waist and running over the fabric of your tights.

“Really?” he asked, mockingly, making you want to strangle him and kiss the hell out of him at the same time. Your lips parted when you felt his sneaky fingers pressing between your legs, causing your thighs to clench. “D’you know I can feel you getting wet?” he cooed, brushing his lips against your ear, you were sure, very deliberately. You closed your eyes, unwanted embarrassment making its way to your cheeks, and you just knew the bastard was smirking again. You couldn’t control your body’s reaction to him, though, and your wetness seeping through your tights fully gave you away.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I thought your smartass mouth could handle better than that.”

Mattheo gave your hair another tug before his hand slipped down, curling around your throat again. His grip was tight, not allowing even a single millimeter of movement, a strangled gasp escaping you once you felt his hips pressing to your ass from the back. His hard-on was firmly planted between your cheeks, straining against his Quidditch trousers, as if he was trying to break through the layers of your clothing.

“But when I’m next to you,” Mattheo continued murmuring into your ear, a malicious smirk giving his words a dangerous hint, “you’re just a bitch in heat.”

“Fuck. You.”

You somehow managed to find words, the ones you couldn’t bring yourself to say before. Mattheo chuckled darkly, feeling your pulse fluttering wildly beneath his thumb – you really weren’t the best in hiding your deepest emotions, though your face still tried to keep its defiant stance.

“That’s the plan,” he answered, as his fingers moved against your covered pussy, the sound of it, though muffled, still embarrassingly wet. Once his torturous movements stopped, you nearly whined, biting your bottom lip in order to save yourself from further humiliation. Your teeth sunken into your lip didn’t go unnoticed – Mattheo licked his own, his hand on your throat lifting you up just a bit, his body heat a fire burning your back.

“Didn’t know having you speechless would be so…” Another smack on your ass interrupted his words, a squeal caused by the mixture of pain and pleasure sounding through the dark room. “…so fucking hot.”

You gained the courage to push your hips back, a satisfied hum rolling out of your mouth as you felt his cock twitch at the friction.

“So damn impatient,” Mattheo whispered into your ear. His own hips bucked forward, forcefully, enough to make your body jerk again. “But you’re lucky, because…”

He suddenly straightened up, roughly pulling down your tights and baring your skin to the chilly air. It was already stinging from the previous slaps, the sensation now stronger as the frost of early winter bit at the sensitive flesh.

“…me too.”

You didn’t notice the moment Mattheo’s trousers pooled at his feet, but they definitely did, along with his boxers. You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head when his warm, slicked up cock slid through your folds, making you feel every inch of him, providing the friction you desperately craved. Your entrance clenched, as if trying to suck him in but failing. His tip prodded at your hole, your whole body backing against him in an attempt to finally let him inside.

You didn’t have to wait – a single deep thrust, and he was splitting you open in the best, most mind blowing way possible. Your high-pitched moan was so loud it could be easily heard outside, but you didn’t care – you couldn’t care. Mattheo’s groan matched up in volume, his hands gripping your hips with brushing strength.

“If I knew you’d be so fucking tight…”

He pulled out only to thrust right back in, making you moan so loudly you could feel the air shake around you.

“…I’d shut you up like that every. Single. Time.”

Each word was accompanied by another thrust, each one deeper than the last, even though it was physically impossible – at least you felt like he discovered new depths within you every time. The squelching sounds of your pussy roughly meeting his dick echoed through the narrow space you were squished into, the slapping of your bodies surely making its way into the tunnel behind the door. It was something you’d never felt before – the passion, the lust filling your very essence, consuming and turning your brain into mush.

Mattheo’s palm connected with your asscheek again, making it bounce and ripple. Immediately after, he squeezed the round mound, and you hissed, another sting shooting through your body. His pace was unforgiving, but you didn’t want to be forgiven – if that was punishment, you’d rather be guilty for life. The stretch of your walls around his cock felt like it was tearing you apart and gathering you back in one piece right after, and at that moment you were sure that no one else could fuck you like that.

His hand ended up in your hair again as he tugged you up, making your back press against his chest again. Somehow, it was still just as hot as before, causing you to break out in sweat from the exertion and his body heat seeping through your skin and bones. If the room had windows, they would certainly be fogged up. However, the only foggy thing was your mind, getting more and more dazed as your peak approached.

“You wanna cum, huh?” Mattheo growled, his laboured breath prickling at the sensitive skin of your neck. “Wanna cum on my cock, like the slut you are?”

As much as you hated yourself for admitting that, cumming around him was the only thing swirling in your head. You tried to nod, but his grip on your hair didn’t allow it.

“Words,” he muttered, his teeth clenching as he tried to hold his own orgasm back, determined to make you fall apart first. “The only time I want you to use your fucking words.”

“I wanna– Fuck! Wanna cum on your cock,” you managed to mumble, your cheeks heating up at the fact that you had just given in, had given him control over the pleasure you yearned for.

“Do it, then.”

With another rough slap on your ass, you came, wave after wave making your body tremble and shake. Mattheo was quick to finish right after, his growl bordering on animalistic as he spilled deep inside of you. The warmth of his cum felt like it was etched into your very soul, hot and sticky, your clenching hole squeezing some out to trickle down your thighs. Mattheo could get hard all over again just from the sight alone, but he resisted, pulling your skirt down to cover the delicious view.

For a few moments, you could only try catching your breath, leaning on the bench still somehow holding up in front of you.

“Next time you lose, you know where to find me.” Your voice was shaking, yet already filled with the cockiness of knowing that you, in some way, made Mattheo Riddle lose control.

“Next time I win, you won’t be able to walk for days,” he retorted, his tone bearing something akin to a threat. Or a promise.

#nottswitch #ugh sorry this took me so long to read #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x fem!reader #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x y/n #mattheo riddle smut

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mothersrecs · 7 months ago

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this is just so pretty i couldn't not reblog - i wanna get into shifting but i don't even really understand it !!! i get super vivid dreams but i can never control them :(

✦ ˚ — HOGWARTS DR

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JADE (meaning; nobility & wealth. the jewel of heaven, protector of generations living & dead) GRIMM … hair black as a bottomless well, nearly to my bellybutton, tall and imposing but steady as a horse nonetheless. deft hands, sneaky, quiet. footsteps lighter than the breeze. piercing gaze, eyes like pools of ink that make others want to reveal everything they’re keeping secret all at once, to give me exactly what I want before I even ask for it. powerful … like a dragon, or a tornado. i can be equal parts woman and dragon, equal parts beautiful and horrifying.

the crystal-clear water is salvation, I could lie in it for hours, it cradles me. my features are most themselves in candlelight and moonlight, which are opposites but quite the same to me. eyelids dusted with silver and white glitter, eyelashes curled, lips pouted with shimmery lipstain. days filled with centuries old books, nail polish, dueling practice, deep emerald silk, spell creation, crystal moisturizer, potionmaking.

the heiress to the only known matriarchal linage in the wizarding world. also the longest standing lineage— coincidence? NOT

mother is our matriarch, and she treats my brothers like children. not me, though. never me. I have to be everything. beautiful, more powerful than any of the others before me. surrounded by men who will lead their families one day, and my power has to dwarf theirs. it does.

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— HOGWARTS SCHOOL

I very narrowly avoided being sent to another school, like Beauxbatons in France, but I ultimately ended up where all of my friends’ parents were sending them. not just my friends, but people I’ve known since birth. people I have blood pacts with, that hold not just my truths and secrets, but essentially a piece of my soul in their hands.

i’ve always excelled in my classes. I take notes, I do my homework early. i’m the top of my class, with some of the other Slytherins and Ravenclaw students chasing my scores but never quite meeting them. donning button-up shirts, pleated Slytherin skirts, house ties and knee socks, I’ve never missed a single class— or a single opportunity to push the dress code

“she’s untouchable— but Merlin, if I had the chance…”

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I think i could stay within Hogwarts’ stone walls forever. aside from being my favorite place, it’s supercharged with magic, ever-changing, engorged to the brim with mysteries and things to discover, and the safest place in the wizarding world. why couldn’t i stay forever— school, to university, and become a professor— and act like no time has passed at all? something i think on often

— SKILLS & SPECIALTIES

academically speaking, I was hammered on an anvil for more years than I can remember. when it comes to knowledge there is nothing to be satisfied with short of flawlessness. it’s a lifelong pursuit, with my head full of so many spells it could very well pop, and my wand only an extension of the real tool: myself

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magic is power, and everything else is grace… and strategy.

✦ ˚ — pulling back an arrow and watching the feather delicately flit through the air before it stabs it’s target

✦ ˚ — floating like a spectre, I become easily confused with a phantom as I glide across the ballroom when I dance

✦ ˚ — perfectly straight posture and using the proper utensils at the dinner table

✦ ˚ — notes in four languages with handwriting that loops and slants like the path of a swan

✦ ˚ — I handle a dagger, and the sleek silver becomes like another hand, something that moves without needing my attention

my magic is the flame of a dragon and the deafening roar of a riptide and the crackling growth of a thousand year old tree. everything else about me is perfectly measured— all graceful curves and precisely straight lines that make up me and everything I can do

— MY REPUTATION

i keep to my friends in Slytherin, plain and simple. i can’t remember a time in my life when i wanted friends other than them. we roam the hallways, walking to class and to dinner together, crowding around one big table in the library, occupying a row of desks, whispering and passing notes to eachother, shoving ourselves into a booth in the Three Broomsticks— in short, we’re a package deal

the fact that we swoop over Hogwarts like a flock of bats, that if i’m not with them i’m alone, that i generally don’t speak unless i really have something to say. my family’s money, the clothes i wear, and probably also the fact that i walk like i personally own the hallway… it all makes people whisper

i’m above it, as far as i’m concerned. musings about my grades or my love life, suspicions about my family, my money or my intentions— they don’t concern me.

✦ ˚ — “she’s got that aura, like she always knows something the rest of us don’t. makes you wanna follow her, just to find out.”

✦ ˚ — “girl’s got more secrets than the Restricted Section”

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— DAY TO DAY

mornings getting dressed for class, doing my makeup in the mirror with my girls, heading to breakfast

✦ ˚ — Prada bag full of magic textbooks as i walk to class, heels clicking on the stone floors. attentive in class, drinking in information like the roots of an orchid

lunchtime, more classes, swapping out the school blouse for a better top and walking to Hogsmeade. having a milkshake at Madam Puddifoot’s and walking out of Honeyduke’s with a bag of shimmering sweets

✦ ˚ — parties with sparkling liquor, music that nearly shatters the windows

returning home in the summer. galas, family events. meeting and learning business, forbidden magic that the walls of Hogwarts can’t see

✦ ˚ — and regardless of season, time, day or place; going to sleep on a mountain of pillows and knowing i’ll wake up tomorrow and do something else important. something more important, every day until i do something world changing

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#hp shifting #shifting #harry potter dr

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mothersrecs · 7 months ago

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OMG THE DYNAMICCC - THE *toxic asf* TOXIC MATTHEO & THE GENTLE *but not soft* READER 😮‍💨

"his naturally dominant nature always crept out and you lived for it."

this made me blush bc like howd u know girl 🤭🤭🤭

Twisted Tinsel

12 Days of Dickmas - Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Summary: After a long day at work, the last thing your mean boyfriend wants to do is set up Christmas decorations, however, he sure knows how to tire you out.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, chars 18+, modern au, toxicbf!mattheo, toxic!mattheo, mean!mattheo, fingerbanging, slight restraint, clit stimulation, nipple play, choking, edging, rough fingering, degrading, dirty talk, It’s Mattheo expect everything rough

Patiently waiting for your boyfriend to come home, you had already pulled the boxes of Christmas decorations down. Eager to get into the holiday spirit.

But Mattheo? He wasn’t having it. A long and tiring day at work had him drained and even more moody than usual. He dragged his feet in, feeling the annoyance flood over him at the mere sight of the red boxes.

“Seriously?”

Through a scoff, he ran a hand through his dark curls. However, you were full of energy, the smile never leaving your face as you skipped up to him. “Baby come on! Let’s decorate!… Make the place more lively!”

Exclaiming through your giggles, you batted your lashes up at your toxic boyfriend. His gaze only darkened more so. “I’m not doin’ this shit today- Can you just chill?” Rolling his eyes, he walked further into the living room.

A pout formed on your lips, when suddenly an idea sparked in your mind. Running over to rummage through the decor, you found the silver holographic tinsel that you adored. Holding it up to him. “Come on, Matty! Look!- look how pretty it is!”

Let’s just say, Mattheo wasn’t the greatest boyfriend. Of course, at times he was. But mainly? He was mean. Toxic. An asshole. Despite all of that, you still loved him regardless. The relationship sure was a damn rollercoaster.

Clenching his jaw, he took a moment to shut his eyes and collect himself before fully losing it. But that’s when a lightbulb went off in his head. He just needed to tire you out and you’d calm the fuck down.

“You know what?…”

Stalking slowly toward you, feeling the way your heart was fluttering. You knew that animalistic look in his eyes. You knew what it meant. “….It is pretty…” A rugged whisper continued while he ripped the tinsel out of your hands, slyly wrapping it around his fingers.

“R-right?— Isn’t it?” Tripping over your own words, Mattheo was slowly backing you against the couch until you fell back onto it. “Sure is….But I think…” A cruel smile painted over his features as he now hovered over you.

“…It’d look even prettier wrapped around those wrists-“

Breathing heavily, you could feel your chest rising and falling with each exhale. Your eyes dancing with Matt’s. “Around my wrists?-“ You questioned through a taunting scoff.

Mattheo wasn’t having it. Immediately pinning your arms above your head, tightly wrapping the holographic material around your wrists, binding them together. “Didn’t I just say that, whore?”

Nodding your head quickly, your arousal was radiating off of you already, yearning to see what his next move was. With a swift movement, he lifted your short silky maroon nightgown. Tugging your panties back before they slapped harshly against your wetness.

“—Fuck!” Squirming beneath your boyfriend, he let his tongue glide along the inside of his cheek smugly. Teasing your slit over your Cotten panties. “Soaked aren’t you?” He continued to run his fingers up and down, your legs spreading for him more so. Fuck these Christmas decorations.

Finally, Matt yanked your panties to the side, seeing your sweet nectar already dripping out of you. “Y-yes…Always soaked for you, baby-“ Through your soft little moans, he slipped his pointer finger inside of you, his thumb caressing your clit gently.

“Me and only me. Don’t forget that, slut.”Growling the words out, his boner was already rock fucking hard in his jeans. With his free hand, Mattheo dragged your silk gown lower, your breasts bouncing out.

“—Only you…”

You found yourself hissing out sharply, feeling his lips slam down onto your hardened nipples as he pumped his finger inside of your cunt. Hitting all of your sweet and sensitive areas. “Atta girl.”

His smirk was plastered onto his face as he sucked on your tits, those dark chocolate eyes only seeming to grow darker with each passing second. Your wrists fought against the tinsel, you could easily break free if you wanted to… but what fun would that be?

You enjoyed letting Mattheo take control like this. Fuck. You absolutely craved it. His naturally dominant nature always crept out and you lived for it. “Matty— Baby, I’m close-“ Your whimpers progressively spilled from your lips.

Pulling his head back from your swollen, marked-up nipples, he gave you a dangerous look, running his tongue over his top teeth. “Absolutely not. You’re not cumming until I tell you to- got it?”

Edging. Of course, he’d edge you. He was angry, annoyed. This was common practice for Mattheo. “I-I’ll try— fuck!” Tears were building in your eyes already, struggling to hold back the intense climax that wanted to flood right out.

“Try harder, whore- You aren’t cumming just yet.” He husked, twisting your nipple before tugging on it, the amount of strength he was using felt like it could have been damn clamps. Pumping into you with great force, he easily slipped another finger inside of you.

Doing a ‘come here’ motion with both fingers now, his thumb swirled faster around your little bud. Surely hitting all your peaks of pleasure, all those sweet spots. “Matty—Please! Gods- it feels so good!” Smashing his mouth right back to your nipples, he ignored your cries.

Hickies were starting to welt up all over your breast, fighting the urge to break free from the tinsel and finish the job yourself. The frustration pouring within you was evident.

So Mattheo’s free hand snaked up around your throat. Squeezing it firmly and keeping you still as he fucked his thick fingers in your needy cunt. “C’mon now, doll…Be a good girl for me- You know how good it feels when you wait.”

Mattheo was right, you did have some of your most intense orgasms through edging. But fuck, you couldn’t hold on much longer. Hearing the splatting wet noises from his fingers thrusting roughly inside of you.

“P-please!” Shouting as your body convulsed, you felt Matt bite down across your breast, sinking his teeth into your flesh. “-Not. Yet.” He spoke firmly in your tits, banging his fingers even harder than before. Knowing you couldn’t handle much more.

But he also knew all of this edging, this torture would tire you out completely and he could fully relax after. You just needed one of his signature orgasms.

Teething down at your bottom lip, you broke the skin, the taste of blood coating your tongue slightly. Itching to get your climax, your body couldn’t hold back anymore. Mattheo knew this. Sensed this.

Switching over from both nipples, sucking and flicking his tongue swiftly as he started to rail his fingers harder between your clenched and sensitive walls. “You’ve been doing so well…Cum for me, doll- Let’s see how much you been’ holdin’ back”

With a smirk twitching on his lips, you finally set free, your wetness shooting out onto his fingers as his satisfied stare burned into yours. Watching you squirt for him. Fuck. The orgasm was so intense that your hands ripped the tinsel right off, reaching back for your own nipples as you got lost in ecstasy.

“Gods— Mattheo, that felt incredible-“

Heaving through your come down, a tired grin formed on your lips, Mattheo brushed back your hair as he leaned down to place a lingering kiss on your lips. “You’re welcome…That must’ve tired you out, huh?”

The aftermath of everything crashing down on you, your tired eyes starting to feel heavier by the second as you nodded your head. “—Mhhhhhm” You cooed, Matt picking you up bridal style with ease.

“Come on, Doll…Let’s go relax.” With A satisfied grin on his face, he carried you to the bedroom, helping you back into your nightgown. Tucking you in between the thick comforter as he laid next to you.

Mattheo scanned around his bedroom, finding it rather boring. Maybe you were right to spruce some things up around here. But that was for another day. He had gotten what he wanted, tuckering you out so he could relax after a long day of work.

On the 2nd day of Dickmas MommyNott gave to you…Mattheo👀🎁

Once again, if you haven’t already please head over to @nottsangel, @nottswitch, and @slytherinslut0 for some yummy Christmas fics❄️

Dividers linked in my masterlist🌙

Love all my naughty smut sluts💋

#sorry this took me so long to read gorgeous <3 #but it was TOTALLY worth the wait #slowly turning into a mattheo girl #this isnt helping #not mad abt it at all tho :p #mommynott

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mothersrecs · 7 months ago

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"use your words, bambina… tell me what you need" 😩

HES SO FUCKING SWEET ITS SUCH A TURN ON BUT ALSO UGH IT MELTS MY HEART 🩷

omg theo who is usually really rough during sex taking his time with an excited but nervous reader when they have sex for the first time

La mia ragazza perfetta

masterlist

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!! Smut under the cut. AFAB reader. Hogwarts Uni AU. All characters are written as 20+. Oral (F receiving). PiV sex. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it irl!!). Theo and readers first time together (but not virgins). Let me know if i forgot anything.

Special shoutout to @mommynott for helping me figure out how to start this <3

Dividers by @saradika

He knew today had gone exceptionally well, to say the least. It began with him giving you flowers before breakfast to celebrate your two-month anniversary. Next, he took you on the most perfect morning out to Hogsmeade; spoiling you with anything you wanted; just to see the smile on your face that he loved so much.

Now, after lunch, which he also treated you to, he brings you back to his dorm room; which is now thankfully private now that you both started University at Hogwarts. The privacy helps with how he wants this to go. He pulls you into his dimly lit room; ever since you expressed that you felt ready for the two of you to sleep together, but still a little nervous, he craved to make the moment perfect - now more than ever. He wants this to be special for both of you. You aren’t just some girl; you’re his girl. And he’s made it his goal to make you feel special every single day. There is nothing but love and pure adoration in his eyes as he witnesses you look around the room, the rose petals laid out as a pathway to the bed and on the bed, and the vanilla-scented candles adding to the romance and love you share for one another. Your reaction makes him confident that your first time together is going to go amazingly.

“Theo… I… this is beautiful,” you gasp, struggling to find the words to express just how grateful you are for all the effort he’s put into this day. Turning to face him, you wrap your arms around his neck and plant a soft kiss on his lips.

“Tesoro…” he groans, and he kisses you back, he pours all of his love for you into the kiss and you know instantly what he wants. Truth be told, you want it too. You weren’t a virgin, but there was something about doing this with Theo for the first time that felt different. Theo wasn’t like anyone you had ever been with before: you hadn’t felt the way about anyone the way you felt about Theodore Nott.

“Yes… please Theo, I’m ready,” you plead, your voice barely above a whisper as he guides you both to the bed, pulling you onto his lap as he leans against the headboard. Spending several minutes kissing, he grinds your hips onto his crotch; his hardening cock straining against his pants; begging for some relief.

He starts by laying you on your back gently, pulling your jumper over your head, revealing your covered breasts, the sighting sending a rush of blood towards his already painfully hard cock, his member twitching slightly. Stripping himself of his clothes, he pumps his cock a couple of times before helping you take your bra off, shortly followed by your skirt and panties.

Despite feeling ready, you cannot help but feel anxious. This is the first time you’ve slept with someone you love like you love Theo - and you wanted it to go perfectly, or as close to that. This wasn’t just a one-night stand. This was going to be lovemaking with the one person who you love more than anyone. He senses your nervousness as he kisses your lips, before kissing down your body, giving each breast special attention.

“Bellissima...e tutto mio,” he mutters in his native tongue as he reaches your dripping core. He groans at the sight, kissing your clit softly; as he did with your lips. Your hips buck automatically, your core craving Theo’s touch. He is equally as eager, he has no desire to tease today. He has plenty of time for that. Plenty of time to make you beg. He dives right into making out passionately with your dripping pussy as you let out a sob at the sensation. Theodore Nott was a munch and he was proving that right now as he sucks and licks your sweet juices. The sounds of Theo slurping your juices desperately, and your sobs fill the room as he eats you like no man has ever done before. It makes you wonder if he is doing this for your pleasure or his own, his groans vibrating against you as he grabs your tits, massaging them gently.

“Theo…” is all you can moan out as you reach your long-awaited climax, as he alternates between kissing and licking your clit, to fucking you with his tongue.

“Use your words, bambina… tell me what you need,” he groans, needing to hear you tell him what you need.

“Need to cum… please Theo,” you whine as he moves his face away from where you need him most. Before you can protest, he kisses you softly, and you moan as you taste your juices on his lips.

“Don’t worry, Tesoro, I’ll give you what you want,” he says against your lips as he lines his neglected cock up with your slick entrance.

He kisses you deeply as he finally pushes his hard cock into your dripping heat slowly, wanting to take his time for your first time together. A low groan escapes his mouth as he bottoms out; something you never thought he’d do, due to the sheer length of him. It takes all of the willpower he has not to snap and pound into you relentlessly, as your velvety walls welcome him with ease like you were made to take his cock.

You feel extremely full; any anxiety you had now gone as your pussy pulses around his cock and moan against his lips. Your entire focus is now on his cock; which is far larger than any other you’ve taken. The stretch burns but you crave more as you arch your back and whine slightly, begging him to start moving.

“Theo… baby please… you feel so good…” his lips love to your neck as you speak, sucking and marking your skin; partly due to his possessive nature; partly to ground himself to ensure he isn’t too rough for your first time together. The need to show you how much he loves you is slowly taking over him.

“Bambina… you feel so good, so tight… cazzo,” he groans into your neck, relishing your soft cries of pleasure as he cannot help but snap his hips against yours harder, but keeping his movements slow. He kisses your swollen lips yet again. as he pushes his throbbing length into your pussy at a slow, but hard pace.

Your body squirms in pleasure underneath him as he kisses along your jawline, reminding you how much he loves you. He places his legs onto his shoulders as he thrusts his cock into your heat even deeper, hitting spots nobody else could ever reach. Nobody could fuck you like Theodore Nott did. Nobody could make you feel the way he does.

He knows you’re close the moment your pussy starts pulsing around his length, which is throbbing inside of you. He is also extremely close to his release. He wants to release alongside you, to reach the state of orgasmic bliss together.

“Let it go, bambina…” he says as you release all over his cock with a sob, “show me how much you love me… how good I make you feel,” he encourages as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, his following shortly after, as he stops balls deep inside of you; his seed filling you up perfectly as he curses in his native language.

It takes a moment for him to pull out as you whine at the empty feeling. He grabs a towel to clean you up before pulling you into him, allowing you to cuddle into his side, both feeling more than satisfied.

“Ti amo... la mia ragazza perfetta,” he kisses the top of your head as he speaks. Understanding a little Italian, you look up at him to kiss his lips before answering; “Anch'io ti amo, Theo.”

translations:

bellissima…e tutto mio = beautiful... and all mine

bambina = baby

Tesoro = darling

ti amo… la mia ragazza perfetta = i love you, my perfect girl

anch'io ti amo = i love you too

#theo nott smut #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott smut #theo nott x reader #theodore nott drabble #theodore nott imagine

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mothersrecs · 7 months ago

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i want it now 😫😫😫😫

ARI’S NAUGHTY LIST ‘24 ੈ✩‧₊˚

welcome to nottsangel’s kinkmas special ! i regretted not doing a kinktober so i am super excited to be participating in kinkmas this year ! to be honest, none of these are christmas related, i just needed an excuse to write a lot of filthy smut … so i really hope you guys will like these !!!! any feedback (reblogs, comments, asks) is highly appreciated and helps keep me motivated to write ! ♡˶

as always, please read the warnings carefully and avoid anything that might be triggering for you. you are responsible for your own media consumption. every single drabble is 18+ only so no minors allowed !

just a heads up— although very unlikely, this list is subject to change. (e.g. order or kinks)

if you want to be added to the taglist for my kinkmas, let me know in the comments !

nav. more content. // masterlist under cut

ONE .

↳ ♡˶ [10.12] cockwarming — dealer!theodore nott

TWO .

↳ ♡˶ [11.12] handjob — harry potter

THREE .

↳ ♡˶ [12.12] choking — draco malfoy

FOUR .

↳ ♡˶ [13.12] face slapping — brothers bsf!theodore nott

FIVE .

↳ ♡˶ [14.12] scissoring — pansy parkinson

SIX .

↳ ♡˶ [15.12] anal — mattheo riddle

SEVEN .

↳ ♡˶ [16.12] just the tip — bsf!theodore nott

EIGHT .

↳ ♡˶ [17.12] mirror sex — george weasley

NINE .

↳ ♡˶ [18.12] knifeplay — tom riddle

TEN .

↳ ♡˶ [19.12] forced breeding — toxic!theodore nott

ELEVEN .

↳ ♡˶ [20.12] belly bulge — lorenzo berkshire

TWELVE .

↳ ♡˶ [21.12] double penetration — dragonott

THIRTEEN .

↳ ♡˶ [22.12] lap dance — love island au theodore

FOURTEEN .

↳ ♡˶ [23.12] face sitting — hermione granger

FIFTEEN .

↳ ♡˶ [24.12] gunplay — the purge au mattheo riddle

SIXTEEN .

↳ ♡˶ [25.12] drugging — stalker!theodore nott

SEVENTEEN .

↳ ♡˶ [26.12] spit kink — fred weasley

EIGHTEEN .

↳ ♡˶ [27.12] oral threesome — mattheodore

NINETEEN .

↳ ♡˶ [28.12] phone sex — ghostface!theodore nott

TWENTY .

↳ ♡˶ [29.12] thigh riding — blaise zabini

TWENTY-ONE .

↳ ♡˶ [30.12] overstimulation — ron weasley

TWENTY-TWO .

↳ ♡˶ [31.12] voyeurism — new girl au (theodore, mattheo, lorenzo)

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mothersrecs · 7 months ago

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kira. girl. this is hot. theo’s quiet dominance, the way he says "let me take care of you, yeah?" 😮‍💨 he’s unhurried, savouring every second, like he’s got all the time in the world to worship you 🧎‍♂️ even though its super hot down here, the black and white imagery literally makes me feel cold but also cosy????? love love loved it ❄️🤍

— if you’ve been nice, you get…

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summary: winter begins, and so do the winter blues. your boyfriend helps you through the melancholy in the best way possible.

pairing: theo nott x reader

cw: 18+ smut, established relationship, oral (f receiving), body worship, nipple play, praise, italian pet names.

wc: 2k

a/n: the first installment of my christmas celebration from the nice list. hope you will enjoy and stick to the end of it <3

۶ৎ navigation ; masterlist ; theo m.list ; kinkmas 2024

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The weather changed immediately, as if a light switch had been flipped on the night between November 30th and December 1st. You went to sleep to the sound of rain rattling against the surface of the Black Lake behind the window of the Slytherin dorm; you woke up to the sight of a thin layer of ice and snow covering its glassy surface. Winter came seamlessly, unnoticed yet so impactful on everyone around – someone immediately got a headache, the others got excited at the prospect of having fun in the snow rather soon. You? You got a bad case of winter blues.

It happened pretty much every winter – as soon as the page of the calendar turned, your mood went down, down, down, until it was coming out of the other side of the planet Earth and plummeting into space. This year was no different – ever since early morning you just couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning in bed didn’t help, so, despite it being the weekend and a perfect opportunity to sleep in, you sat up, letting out a quiet sigh and looking down at your boyfriend.

Theo was blissfully unaware of your inner turmoil, his eyes closed, his arm loosely draped around your waist and now fallen onto your lap thanks to your sitting position. His soft breathing was the only sound filling the otherwise silent space of the dorm. Not a single feature out of place – how could he remain so perfect even while being completely knocked out?

Reluctantly, you grabbed Theo’s wrist with a touch as gentle as a cloud of cotton, pulling his arm off your lap and onto the bed. In a moment, your feet were already on the floor, sliding into fuzzy brown slippers that instantly warmed up your freezing toes. The soft comforter covering your legs was now wrapped around your shoulders as you padded to the window, climbing onto the windowsill and tucking your knees under your chin.

You sat there for a while, staring into the dark waters of the lake that seemed to still, as if the very depths of it were frozen in anticipation of winter. You didn’t hear Theo stirring in the bed, a low, quiet whimper escaping him when his hand felt the cool silken sheets instead of your body’s warmth. He blinked, chasing away the sleep, and looked over his shoulder, noticing your bundled form perched up at the window. Immediately, a small frown tugged at his forehead, and he was up in an instant, running a hand through his messy bed curls as he walked up to where you were sitting.

"Can’t sleep?" he asked quietly, wrapping an arm around your middle while the other one came to rest on your blanket-covered thigh.

You nodded, turning your head to give him a small, weak smile. "Just the weather." You glanced towards the window, where the lake was unusually quiet, devoid of any life, any creatures that would normally swim by.

Theo looked up, noticing the change in the atmosphere, and hummed in understanding, returning his gaze to your face. He placed his chin on your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your temple in hopes of making you smile some more, his hand giving your thigh gentle caresses. You leaned into him, straightening your legs along the windowsill, which gave Theo more access. It also gave him a foolproof idea about how to make your mood better – he didn’t like seeing you upset, even if the reason was nothing more than the cold gloom outside.

His hands slowly traveled up, grabbing the edges of the blanket and opening them up just a tiny bit to let your sleeping sweater show. You shivered as the chilly air inside the dorm brushed against your bare collarbones, but Theo quickly rectified the situation by nuzzling his face into your neck to warm it up with his breath. The shiver he gave you was much more pleasant than the one from before, goosebumps making the small hairs on the nape of your neck stand up. Theo started placing carefully dry kisses on your skin while his strong hands curled around your hips, turning your body around.

Your legs hung off the windowsill for a moment before instinctively wrapping around his waist. The warmth was now provided by the blanket still resting snugly on your shoulders and Theo’s body pressing up against your front. Sandwiched in the comfort of his presence and the softness of the fabric, you couldn’t help a quiet gasp leaving your mouth as you felt heat starting to pool between your legs. Theo quickly caught your gasp with his lips, the kiss short but enough to render you breathless for a few seconds. His hands were roaming your torso, slipping under the sweater, though without the addition of any type of discomfort – his touch was a pleasant fever, enveloping you in a blanket of its own.

"Let me take care of you, yeah?" Theo murmured, waiting for your nod before proceeding with his plan. Having received it, he kissed you once more, tracing a path from your lips down to your jawline and neck again. His hands slowly lifted up your sweater, his body not letting the chill get to you, as his fingers found the mounds of your breasts. Your shaky breath was the desired reaction, your nipples already stiff and perked up from the ever-growing arousal coursing through your form. Kneading your soft flesh, Theo bent down, his lips attaching to your left nipple, taking it into the wet warmth of his mouth. His tongue swirled a circle around it, your small moan encouraging him to go further. His right hand worked on your other breast as he gently sucked on the bud, a contrast to the roughness that often accompanied his actions.

When his lips moved to your right nipple, the grip of your hand on the windowsill tightened. Every single flick of his tongue was echoing right in your core, tingles running down and settling between your thighs. You pulled him closer, even though the space between you was already nonexistent, your fingers weaving into the curly crown on his head. Theo felt the pull deep in his gut, the scratch of your nails against his sensitive scalp causing him to moan against your skin. The need to taste you and simultaneously make you feel better was an ache he desperately craved to soothe. With one last flat lick at your nipple he started slowly crouching down, showering your stomach and sides with languid kisses, unwilling to let a single inch of you be left unattended and devoid of his love.

"So beautiful, amore… So perfect,” he whispered in between kisses, nuzzling his nose against you in an attempt to take in every molecule of your familiar scent. He made his way down, his knees finally landing on the wooden floor with a quiet thud.

Theo’s hands hooked under your thighs to pull them over his shoulders. He tugged you closer to the edge of the windowsill, making you slump against the glass, the coldness of it muffled by the blanket. With his help, you lifted up your hips, helping him slide off you pajama pants. He dropped them to the floor, his eyes immediately landing on your already glistening pussy. Looking down, you could see the undeniable hunger in his gaze, the only thing stopping him from devouring you on the spot being his desire to make this experience as soothing for you as possible. Barely holding back, Theo started placing kisses on your inner thighs, the soft skin heating up under the steady puffs of his breath. His own need was twitching between his legs, the fabric of his sweatpants straining around his rapidly hardening cock. One of his hands momentarily dipped down, tugging them down to free his erection; he wasn’t planning to focus on his pleasure, only wanting to relieve the pressure so that you would be the one to have the entirety of his attention.

When his mouth finally reached the place aching for it, you held your breath, the air coming out of you in a ragged exhale. Theo’s eyes briefly drifted up, his eyelashes doing nothing to hide the flame of desire mixed with tenderness at the sight of your parted lips and slightly widened eyes. A second later, he was already latched onto your center, his tongue drawing a flat line against your folds. The muscles of your thighs clenched at the contact, but your entire body seemed to relax just a moment later, as Theo started slowly lapping up and down. His hands rested delicately on your thighs, his thumbs rubbing small circles into the bare skin, the softness of it interrupted by the occasional wave of goosebumps rising up.

He was taking his time with you, as much as his already leaking cock was begging him to rush from below. Theo’s tongue started making his way to your slit, spreading the folds open by flicking from side to side. A low, quiet moan escaped your lips when he reached your clit, lingering there for a second before continuing to tease the area just below. That second was enough for your pussy to clench in anticipation of what was to come. Theo smirked faintly against you, relishing your reaction to his touch before finally swirling his tongue around your clit. Another quiet moan stuttered into a whimper on your lips, but it was strangely enough for him. Usually, Theo would bask in the knowledge that he could easily make you scream, but the sullen silence of the winter morning played its trick on him as well. He thought it comforting, to be able to have you so close he could feel each and every uneven breath you took, hear the smallest mewls barely breaking through the stillness of the atmosphere inside the dorm.

Theo’s mouth continued its deliberate work, switching between his tongue drawing shapes and his lips sucking and kneading at the bundle of nerves, each of them bare and responsive. His hands were skimming your thighs, soothing the pleasant ache his mouth was burning into your body. At the same time, his hips started moving subtly, rocking back and forth, as if trying to search for friction his hard member desperately needed. Theo didn’t let it get to his head, though, focused entirely on chasing your blues away.

"You taste so damn sweet, tesoro," he mumbled into your core, his voice muffled by your wetness. "So sweet…"

Your hand found its way into his hair, without any added pressure – you just needed something to hold on to as you felt your peak slowly creeping up, and the edge of the windowsill seemed to do a poor job. Theo hummed, sending vibrations up your body, his cock throbbing harder at the feeling of your fingers threading through his curls. He allowed himself to pick up the pace, the sounds of his loving feast mixing with your soft, needy whimpers.

Your orgasm reached you suddenly, built up from minutes and minutes Theo spent on his knees for you. It wasn’t the usual mind-blowing craze you were used to feeling with him, though not meaning it was any less satisfying – it felt like warmth consuming you from the inside, coursing through your entire body and coming out of your mouth with his name and a moan so sweet it could rival cotton candy drizzled with chocolate. Theo could barely hold back, lapping up your release, careful not to let a single drop go to waste. As he felt your body calming down, he slowly stood up, tracing his path up with his tongue sliding along your skin. The journey ended at your lips, your taste an intoxicating brew with the familiar taste of his mouth.

Gathering yourself back into one piece, you glanced down, where Theo’s cock was still as eager as before. You smiled, shifting your gaze back to his face, noticing how he tried to keep the pleading out of his expression, yet his eyes betrayed the need for you to reciprocate.

"Let me take care of you, yeah?" you murmured, mirroring his own words he said to you earlier. The relief washing over his features was obvious, turning your smile into a smirk as you pushed yourself off the windowsill. Theo’s own winter blues were about to be rendered nonexistent.

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mothersrecs · 7 months ago

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OH MY GOD VIV -- THE BUTTERFLIES I GOT READING THISSS!!

🦋🤭 "slowly caressing his knuckles down your bare thigh with the other [hand]". 🤭🦋

this dominant enemy theo was actually so fucking sexy i miss him degrading me already - getting tied up with christmas lights is just so creative i just cant wait to see the rest !!!! <3 <3

🎄🎄🎄🎄what a perfect way to start ur dickmas!!!!!

Lights, Lust, and Leather

12 Days of Dickmas — Theodore Nott x reader

Summary: Christmas break has you feeling lonesome, taking matters into your own hands you decide to decorate the common area when suddenly your…enemy? 👀 Stumbles in…and let’s just say he’d much rather decorate you.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, chars 18+, college au, ewb!theo, enemy!theo, dom!theo, blow job, throat fucking, restraints, rough sex, degrading, dirty talk, choking, slight slapping, spanking, slight brat taming, slight edging, PIV, creampie, dom&sub, enemy!theo going to fucking town

The Common Room felt deserted, almost empty in the absence of the other Slytherin students. It was the first day of Christmas break and the vast majority of the students were eager to head home for the holidays.

But you had stayed behind. You decided to take it upon yourself to decorate the usual brooding common room, turning it into a dark Christmas wonderland.

With a slick twirl of your wrist, you flicked your wand toward the speaker, ‘Santa Baby’ starting to coo ever so softly around the area. A gentle yet merry smile painted over your face as you rummaged through a box filled with string lights.

Singing softly along to the cheerful music, you felt content. Just a few classmates had stayed behind. But with one particular classmate…you weren’t sure how to feel. Would something even happen?

Wearing a tight verdant v-neck along with a form-fitting, black leather skirt. You felt completely enveloped in the cozy holiday feel. Climbing up on the ladder you had set up next to the fireplace, you carefully began to hang the twinkling lights, draping them with ease yet sophistication.

However, that damn skirt seemed determined to reveal more with each movement. You found yourself teetering precariously on the ladder diligently hanging the set of lights with one hand as the other tried to tug down the leather.

Even with the ladder, you couldn’t seem to reach certain areas across the fireplace. “What the fuck-“ Mumbling a groan to yourself, you messed with your skirt, trying to pull it down to cover the creek of your ass.

Maybe wearing a skirt this short wasn’t the brightest idea. Fuck it. No one was around anyway. You shrugged your shoulders with a sigh as you reached even higher, placing the lights as you could.

At this exact moment, Theo stumbled into the empty common room, his mind still occupied with the final grades yet to come and the fact Mattheo had taken off with some random girl for a week.

Unaware that he had even entered, you were heavily concentrated on the decor. Your tongue creeping from between your lips, your eyes squinting at the bulbous lighting.

As Theodore stepped deeper into the space he froze, his eyes falling on a sight that immediately banished all thoughts of finals and grades from his mind. There, amongst the twinkling lights and Christmas decorations, was you.

You struggled on the ladder. Your skirt having ridden up to reveal a tantalizing expanse of tempting and smooth skin. The skin he knew so fucking well.

Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed behind you. "Well, well, well…" Theo had walked in on your festive preparations, eyeing you down fully. His stare was searing into your juicy ass just as you turned your head with a smirk.

Playfully rolling your eyes to the Italian. “Nott…” With a soft giggle, you swore you felt your cheeks flush up. Fuck. How could he always get you this flustered? You hated him. Loathed him. In every aspect…besides sex.

Taking another stride toward you, Theo shoved one of his hands in his pocket. Slowly caressing his knuckles down your bare thigh with the other one.

His gaze now shifting up to meet with yours. “-Surprised you’re doing all of this.” In his usual taunting tone, you could feel your jaw clenching. Why do you have to be so annoying yet so fucking hot?

“You’d be surprised by a lot of things I can do, Nott”

Theo now palmed around your thigh, giving it a faded squeeze while a deep chuckle muttered from his lungs. “Hm…Would I be though?— I think I’ve seen all you can do, Bella.” For fucks sake. That damn Italian nickname. It drove you up a wall.

You could feel the heat already shooting down between your legs from not only his words but his touch too. The sexual tension already spilling over the edge. Something that happened quite often with the two of you.

“Actually, you haven’t.” Replying in a snippy manner, you slowly cocked your head to the side as you continued to hang the Christmas lights onto the mantle.

Trying to ignore Theodore, you shifted over, standing on your tiptoes. Your smooth skirt riding up more so. He could hardly hold it together at this point.

“Being a fuckin’ brat today aren’t we?”

Through a growl-like tone, Theo took a step back and you sighed. Your eyes rolled once more as you faced him. “Maybe I wouldn’t be if you weren’t such a dick.” Mumbling your words, you fully turned your back.

Putting your focus back on the decor. Theodore, walked to a nearby couch, plopping down as he placed his hands behind his head, manspreading as he observed you.

Engrossed in the twinkling lights, you began to think he had wandered off. But no— Theo was still there. His sight traced down your entire body. Admiring every single crook and curve. “Fuckin’ hell-“ Breathing his thoughts aloud, your head whipped around in surprise.

“If you’re still here, why don’t you get off your ass and help me?” The irritation radiated off of you, but fuck, Theo found you that much hotter when you were angry, annoyed, bratty. Liking the challenge of you.

“You see…I could help you…” he started, relaxing further into the couch with a sly shit-eating grin. “…But what fun would that be? I’m enjoying the view, Tesoro.”

Even through his annoying aura, Theodore held his charm. Something that always worked on the ladies. Even you. “God— You are so fucking annoying…” Sneering your words, you felt the rage bubbling inside of you.

The rage that would so easily turn into passion with him. Fuck me. Suddenly you realized what you had said. What you had done. But you weren’t upset about it in the least.

“The fuck did you just say?”

Theo stood up abruptly, making his way over to you on the ladder. Feeling your knees already start to go weak. You had pushed him over the edge like you always did. His aggression was going to be taken out on you like it always was.

“I— nothing. I said nothing.” Stifling back your flirty laugh, you gave Theodore a bratty yet knowing look. Coaxing him deeper into sexual frustration.

“Oh, you’re going to regret this, brat-“ Before you could even respond, he picked you up easily. Throwing you over his shoulder, his free hand yanking the string lights off of the mantel.

“Hey! Those took forever to put up!” With a whine, your body limped against his own. Feeling his strong hands holding tightly onto your thighs. “Don’t care.”

Practically spitting out his words, he stormed you both off to his dorm room, locking the door behind him before throwing you down on the bed. “I got under someone’s skin didn’t I?” You were only fueling the fire now, but fuck. You loved to see Theo so angry.

The way he’d dominate the fuck out of you. The way he’d pound into you like crazy. Angry sex with Theodore Nott? Top fucking tier.

“I’m going to fuck that bratty mouth of yours until you can no longer speak.”

Nothing but dominance danced in Theo’s eyes. He stalked over, plugging the string of lights into the outlet behind his bed before sitting you up on your knees. “Maybe that’s what I wanted…”

The excitement was coursing through your veins but all of a sudden he brought both of your hands behind your back. Tying your wrists together with the wired lights. Feeling the warmness of them against your delicate flesh.

“W-what are you doing?” Stuttering through a low laugh, you felt Theodore tighten them snuggly. However, he didn’t respond. He was in full Dom mode now. Throwing off his shirt before Unbuckling his belt, he tossed them both to the side.

His ocean gaze filled with an assertive winter storm now as he shuffled his jeans off, pulling out his massive hardened length. “Open up, marmocchia-“

The Italian pet name for brat slipped through his lips while he grabbed a fistful of your silky hair. Bringing you closer to his cock. “Needy for me hm-“ Cutting off your words, Theo took his free hand, using his thumb to part your lips open before ramming his blood-filled throbbing cock into your mouth.

“Fuck— Shut the fuck up and suck me, slut.” He groaned loudly, both of his hands wrapped throughout your locks now.

Thrusting his hips against your face, your once siren-like eyes turned to a doe-eyed stare. Taking him all in as your hands instinctively fought against the restraint of the lights.

—Gluck Gluck Gluck- the noises you were making while he fucked your throat was making Theo’s dick spasm with pleasure. Snaking his hands down quickly, he took the material of your shirt and tore it straight down the middle, your forest green lace bra popping out.

“Let’s get these perfect titties out, Tesoro.”

He growled, tugging your breasts right out of your skimpy bra, seeing those hardened nipples perk right up. Theo fought out a groan, mercilessly thrusting down your throat while his hands found their way back into your hair.

One gripping hard on the back as the other brushed through your strands gracefully. Pushing his length further down your throat, you gagged against him, tears now pricking the corners of your eyes.

A low and menacing laugh freed from Theodore as he fucked your face even harder. Taking one of his hands and lightly slapping the apple of your cheek. “Open up that throat, slut- I know you can do it…Open.” The assertiveness was prominent through his grunts.

You tried to loosen up your throat muscles, your mascara dripping down your face as you did. But when you heard an approved moan from Theo, you knew it was working.

“Ah— Good fuckin’ girl…Just like that”

Seeing him bite his lower lip through your blurry vision, you felt a sense of pride run through you. Knowing you were feeding Theo with nothing but pure bliss.

He started to cram further and further down your throat, seeing the outline of his cock down your esophagus. Fuck. Your binded wrist felt hot to the touch by now, whimpering through his intense plows.

This went on for a good few minutes until Theo felt like he could fucking bust a nut on the spot. Not only that but your throat had an intense beating. And he fucking knew that.

He slowly pulled out, drool falling from your mouth as you inhaled sharply. “Fuck—“ Your voice was burnt, sounding hoarse. He did in fact keep his promise.

“C’mere…Imma fuck that perfect pussy of yours now.” Your cunt throbbed with excitement as he spun you around. Not having access to your hands, your head fell directly onto his silk bedsheets.

Your ass flawlessly perked up for him. But that leather skirt? It remained on, he just made sure to carefully roll it up.

-Smack! Theo’s hard and heavy palm swatted across your bottom causing it to redden instantly.

“Gods— P-please fuck me…please.” You begged the Italian through a whimper, veering your head to the side so your submissive eyes could lock with his.

A cruel and ungodly smile of seduction plastered over his features before he gave another slap to your ass, watching as it rippled. “How can I say no when you beg like that?” With a smirk, he slammed his needy cock deep inside of you without warning.

“Cazzo— You’re so fuckin’ wet for me-“ Theo rasped through his rough slams, feeling your walls stretch out with ease. Tightly grabbing your restrained wrists with one hand, the other dug into your hip, surely breaking skin.

But fuck did you enjoy this. “I forgot how big you were!” Crying out from the swirling sensations of pain and pleasure, he couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath.

“Yeah? I’ll have to fuck you more often, Cara Mia.” Thrusting into your soaked cunt even harder, he pulled back on your wrists, hovering you just above the bedding.

“-Yes—Yes…Fuck! I’m so close, baby—“Your moans only seemed to get louder with each passing second. The gushing sounds of your wetness and Theo’s skin slapping against your own echoed around you.

But suddenly, he quickly pulled out of you. Just as you were on the brink of climax. “-The fuck?!” Squeaking out, your brows furrowed up at him, seeing that taunting, edging look in his eyes.

“Not yet.” Firmly speaking, he swiftly untied your wrists, wincing from the blood pooling back to them. “On your back, slut.” With his demanding tone, he didn’t even give you a chance to respond.

Tossing you over on your back, a raspy yelp emitted from your lips, breathing heavily as Theo restrained your left wrist to the bed, using the sparkling lighting.

Your lips parted but no words seemed to come out. You simply watched as he moved over to your other wrist, tightly binding it to his bed frame. “But what if-“

A hint of concern tainted you. —what if something went wrong? But Theo could see the anxiety spiking within your mind. A small closed-mouth smile twitched on his lips.

“It won’t- I promise…I won’t let anything happen to you…alright, Tesoro?” He reassured smacking a sweeter kiss to your lips as he positioned himself between your legs.

That was the thing with Theodore Nott. As much of an asshole he could be with you, he would randomly show a more soft and affectionate side. Something you wanted to explore even deeper. “O-okay…” Bright red tinged your cheeks, Theo teased your leaky slit with his pre cum covered tip.

Lifting that black leather skirt so it bunched right around your midsection. “Fuck…you’re drenched.” Through a breathy rasp, he tilted his head back momentarily. And right when you’d least expect it, slipping right back between your clenched walls.

Twisting your own hands and gripping the bases of the string lights, you pulled them ever so slightly, feeling the burning bulbs dig further into your flesh. A burn you were slowly craving more and more of.

“You fuck me so good, Theo!— just like that!” Arching your back, you could feel the now warmed sheets shifting beneath your body, Theo only railing into you faster than before.

“That’s right, slut�� No one else fucks you like this, hm?” His domineering tone croaked through his own deep moans. The sensations you were sending through Theodore were otherworldly. “N-no fuck!— Only you…only you, Theo…gods- I’m so close!”

Your moans now turning into screams that bounced off of the stone walls of his dorm room. He smirked, wrapping one hand around your throat, the other grabbing onto the top of his bed frame.

The pounding of the wooden oak ramming against the wall was hefty and loud, your eyes practically rolling into the back of your head.

“Yeah? My dirty little slut wants to cum? Release for me.” He husked, those dead eyes flickering between your own. Rolling his hips smoothly at great speed, he was hitting all your sweet spots.

However, as soon as you got the go-ahead, you didn’t wait any longer. Throwing your head back against the pillow, your eyes squeezed shut while your legs trembled. The rush of your juices squirting out all over Theo’s length, soaking it whole as you hit a sensational orgasm. “See…”

A ragged whisper strumbled through his lips, the Italian accent rolling off perfectly along with it. “…No one fucks you like I do…no one makes your body react the way I do…no one can make you feel as good as I do.” His raunchy words only made your heart flutter.

As fucked up as that was, it was true. You were catching your breath, your body fully limp after finally cumming. The pulsating feel of bruises forming shooting up to your wrists.

“You’re…right….”

You moaned through Theo’s plows, your gaze locking with his before you continued. “…But it goes the other way too, Theo…” bucking your hips forward, pushing him deeper inside of you. He smiled, sweat beading down his forehead from how hard he was fucking you.

“And you are also right, Bella.” His muscles flexed, both of his hands holding onto the headboard now as he let himself lose control within you. That perfect fucking pussy

“Fuckin,— God- you’re going to make me cum…Fuck—“ he tripped over his words, feeling his dick twitching within your warmed walls. His seed shooting deep inside of your cunt could have had you cumming again.

Just seeing the way he tensed up, his groans, the way he never took his hungry eyes off of you. Not even for a second. He kept his cock inside of you as he came to a full stop.

Both of your breaths matched each other, a comforting silence wrapping around both of you like a cozy winter blanket before he leaned down. Pressing a lingering soft kiss to your lips, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You’re too good, Tesoro.” He complimented, pulling out of you and watching his white load dripping out of you. Letting out a satisfied groan as he did. Theodore quickly grabbed a towel to clean you up before untying your wrist.

Massaging your now bruised arms, you hissed. Giving the Italian a cheeky smirk. “I suppose I should go finish hanging those up.” With a giggle you pulled your leather skirt down, throwing your bra back on.

But your shirt? It was a torn mess. Before you could even say something about it, Theo playfully tackled you back on the bed. “Nah- you’re not going anywhere…That can wait.”

The most sarcastic and egotistical grin spread across your face as you stifled back a loud laugh. “Oh? Thee Theodore Nott wants to hang out with me huh?” You teased him, feeling as he wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you into a spooning position. “Oh shut it…don’t let your head get too big.”

Playfully rolling his eyes, he smacked a kiss to the crook of your neck as you both relaxed. Weirdly enough as much as you both loathed each other in a public setting, when it was just the two of you— and sex was involved- Theo wasn’t half bad. You could get used to this. Maybe Christmas break wouldn’t be as boring as you anticipated.

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