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Mattheo is the friend in the group who literally never answers his texts. 300+ unread messages, phone on do not disturb constantly, cannot be bothered. Eventually the other Slytherin boys discover that if your name is somewhere in the message, though, magically his response time drops to three seconds.

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the urge to have theo shove my face into the mattress

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summary: detention(?) with Mattheo

warnings: nsfw, p in v, oral (f rec.).

part 1, part 2.

The door shut close behind Professor McGonagall, she's taking away both your wands. So.. as well as your peace of mind. Now you were supposed to clean up an old DADA classroom on the 7th floor, together. After your yesterday's act.

Mattheo leaned casually against one of the desks, his dark eyes fixed on you with that familiar glint—half amused. But now there is a glimpse of something new: something predatory. You took your eyes off of him to look around in case to distract yourself: dust hung in the air, clinging to forgotten stacks of books; scattered parchments; small iron cages swayed gently on their hooks; two large aquariums sat against the far wall with the murky water still inside. You wandered farther in, feeling the weight of his gaze settle on you like a physical touch. Grip. It was suffocating, warm, and almost electric. Your pulse quickened as you got how much you liked it.

"Let’s..—"

"I’d ask you if I’m really a bad kisser," Matteo interrupted, his voice low and edged with a teasing lilt. "But then again, you didn’t even try properly yesterday." Heat rushed to your cheeks, your breath catching in your throat. You met his eyes, they are steady and unflinching despite the storm rising inside yours.

“You aren’t a bad...” you watch as Mattheo grinned and raised his eyebrows. “I guess my hand just slipped and I fell!”.

You turned away. His deep laugh is hugging you from behind. He watched as you began to sort through the parchments and stack the books separately. Then your hand reached across one of the desks, and your lower back arched, allowing your skirt rose even higher. Damn. Mattheo swallowed hard. He brushed his hair back and joined you hoping the task would dull the tension.

Almost twenty minutes passed in work pulling old feathers from the between two aquariums until you bumped shoulders. You instantly blushed and jumped back. Crack. With a precise and strong blow, you hit the aquarium. All what left is to watch how the entire old thing cracked with a loud snap, and a second later a torrent of water crashed down on you, drenching you completely. You stood there, water pooling around feet, your soaked shirt clinging to your body.

Shivers run down your spine.

You felt it before you saw: burning gaze. Gaze, licking you inch by inch. You saw how Mattheo's throat worked as he swallowed, you saw his expression shifting into something far more serious. His eyes darkened, lingering, tracing every line of your body with shameless precision. It took you a few seconds to realise that you like it: so you watched him, devouring his every emotion when you lift the hem of your shirt, exposing your glittering stomach. You lifted the shirt even higher to your chest and slowly squeezed it out. The sound of water drops were the countdown to his patient.

Something feral flickered in his eyes. Moment of magic impulse. Crack. The wave crashed over him, leaving nothing from the second aquarium. The force of the impact sent him to clench his jaw in irritation, because he clearly began to lose control of his restraint.

And you were the reason. Staring at him boldly, greedily.

You weren’t even paying attention to the destruction, the mess, or the way water soaked through both of your clothes. No, all your senses became your eyes. You licked your lips slowly because..

Mattheo's white shirt was utterly ruined, now completely see-through, clinging to every inch of his firm torso. The fabric outlined the sculpted lines of his chest, the firm ridges of his abdomen, and the way his broad shoulders carried every drop of tension. His biceps flexed slightly as he pushed his wet hair back. You watched how drops of water traced slow paths down his jaw and neck.

Your eyes trailed lower, emphasizing every defined muscle, tense forearms, threads of veins. Merlin. Your stomach tightened into a hot knot, sending a dull ache right into the between of your thighs.

Mattheo took a slow step closer, so your back pressed into the nearest desk, pushing forward your breasts. When he growled your name, you finally forced yourself to blink, but your gaze still flickered over his chest, down his arms, before snapping back up to his smoldering eyes.

"Fucking stop it right now."

"I—" you cleared your throat unable to speak: "what..stop..?"

Mattheo clicked his tongue, as if disappointed. Step by step, word by word he approached. "Making.me.fucking.craving.you."

His hands laid on the table on either side of you. His eyes didn't leave you a chance to look away. When he finally spoke, his words touching you, stroking the most sensitive places.

"You wanted words? Listen then. You were always a pain in the ass. You flickered before my eyes every fucking second. Irritating and catching my eyes. Until I realized that it was me myself who was constantly looking for you. That your presence began to seep directly under my skin. Flow through my veins. Became my fucking blood. Torment me." Mattheo's whisper became quieter and hoarser, his lips closer and more enticing. "I started to lose my control, love. It frightens me what I would do for you", he warned you. Your entire body shuddered. Excitingly.

His hands slowly cupped your hips. Like nothing at all he lifted you and sat you on the desk. Your mouth watered watching how his arm muscles flexed when his hands went up your thighs. You gasped when with one sudden motion he spread your legs wide and pulled himself closer stepping between.

He pressed his hard bulge against your crotch and grind. You rolled your eyes in pleasure and almost missed when his voice - almost a plea said: "For Salazar's sake, say one word - and I try to stop. I won't even start if you say so."

Your eyes roamed his face, so sincere in its desire. Your body was shaking: Mattheo Riddle himself between your thighs, growling to you his deepest thoughts. Not even touching but already hard.

So you remained silent. You dare to run your fingers over his hands on your thighs.

A low groan escaped his lips and Mattheo held you even tighter. "For the fuck's sake". He jerked you closer and you moaned: his hot tongue traced a line up your jaw to your ear. "Finally.." he bit the skin under your ear, restraining himself from clenching his teeth harder. You leaned forward colliding your chest with his and earning a low growl.

"Now let me kiss you properly", his hand fisted in your hair, tilting your head as he needed, and he crashed his lips against yours in a hard kiss. You instantly moaned when his tongue delved into your mouth, brushing over yours, licking your teeth and tasting every inch of you that he could reach.

Plundered your mouth with a desperation.

His other hand slid up your thigh, pushing your wet skirt out of the way to expose the smooth skin beneath. His calloused fingers skimmed along your inner thigh, with each stroke diving deeper but never touching the most needed spot. He teased you, ripping from your mouth impatient whimpers.

"Want to touch you but damn 'm gonna ruin you", he whispered when his lips left yours and he tilted your head higher by pulling your hair.

Your eyes closed in pleasure and your body began to tremble. "Mattheo.."

"Shhh...", he dragged his wet tongue up from your collarbone to your jaw. "Don't know what I wanna more: lick your whole body or fuck.." you desperately moaned when his tongue draw a circle over your cheekbone, returned to your neck and licked it all out.

Merlin and Morgana. You were going to shutter.

His tongue traced a final line across your chin, then licked your lips, and Mattheo stopped. He leaned his forehead against yours, and so close you could see the sparkle in his eyes. You were both breathing heavily.

You continued to stare into each other's eyes as his fingers slid lower, finaly brushing your clit through the fabric. Rolling it between the pads. You closed your eyes in pleasure, but suddenly his fingers were gone. "I want to see you, love." You opened your eyes slightly, just in time to see his lips whisper something that like... 'evanesco'? You gasped as the cool air brushed over your now exposed folds.

You both were holding the eye contact, barely blinking, as Mattheo's fingers slid between you. The heat washed over you in a thick wave as his pads finally touched you and Mattheo ran them over your wet pussy. Soaked.

"Soaked", echoed he, his eyes still not leaving yours. Mattheo collected your juices and smeared it all over. "Such a nice soaked pussy." He pressed his thumb tightly and pumped a finger into you. "Fucking tight." He did in and out, making you tighten your legs around his waist and even push yourself towards unconsciously.

"I...", Mattheo pumped especially hard, adding the second finger and words bubbled in your throat. You moaned, that made him smirk then kiss you again until you were both breathless, until your lips were swollen and tingling, until the room spun around you. Then, with a low growl, he leaned in to paint blossomings at your jaw, your throat, your collarbone. His teeth grazed your skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you.

You closed your eyes completely drowning in pleasure. When after a while his lips left your skin, you moaned in protest and only managed to open your eyes when without warning, he dove in, his mouth covering your pussy in a greedy, desperate kiss. You cried out imstantly grabbing his curls and rolling your head back. He licked and sucked at your folds, his tongue delving deep to taste your essence.

His focuse on your clit was greedy, sucking and flicking the sensitive peak with the tip of his tongue. Two fingers plunged deep inside you, quickly bringing you to your explosion.

Fucking hell. Mattheo fucking Riddle just let out a muffed moan. Then another. You let go of everything, leaned back on the table, only to mersilessly tighten your thighs to the both sides of his head.

"If I only had knew that you are so..frantic, I wouldn't have wasted time arguing with you.." Mattheo spoke between licking wide stripes.

"O, fuck you", I clung to his curls.

"You will, I promise."

He double his efforts to bring you to the edge of ecstasy. Mattheo was determined to make you cum harder than you ever had before. Your body responded immediately. You could feel the heat building inside you, the pleasure intensifying. You began to move your hips, fucking yourself on Mattheo's mouth. The vibrations of his moaning, the sensation overwhelming. You came widely, your body convulsing uncontrollably. Mattheo groaned pulling his fingers out, and his shoulders tensed as he gripped you tighter sinking his teeth into your folds. It made you cry out and shudder.

"You're killing me", he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. He opened his eyes, his gaze locking with yours. He leaned in over you, his lips brushing against yours. Mattheo's hands brushed up to your shirt making buttons desappear. For a while he admired you laying under him with your open shirt exposing your thin laced bra.

He found the clasp of it, unhooking. He pulled back, his eyes locked on your breasts as he slowly slid all off your shoulders, revealing you bare. He leaned in, his mouth capturing one of your nipples, his tongue teasing it until it was hard and aching. You gasped, your hands tangling in his hair again, your body writhing beneath him. He tortured you again by licking and sucking, step by step replacing his mouth with his fingers.

"Mattheo.." you pleaded. Asked him to do something.

"Hmm?" He straightened between your legs, brushing his fingertips over your breasts and stomach. He admired you, devoured every inch of your body, before his hands finally moved to his belt.

"Yes..yes" you quickly whispered in approval and made Mattheo chuckle.

"Oh, and this is the one who kissed me and ran away in shame.." he slowly unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. He pushed his jeans down along with his boxers, freeing his hard length, and your eyes widened in anticipation as you roamed it whole. Mattheo wrapped his hand around it slightly pumping before he finally positioned himself between your legs. He leaned down over you again kissing deeply while rubbing himself against your wetness teasingly.

"Damn it," he growled softly, watching your body move against his tip. Your breasts pushed up, your stomach tight, your thighs spreading wider. He pushed forward slightly, his tip disappearing inside you. You gasped, your hips lifting slightly. He pulled back an inch, watching the action again.

With each thrust deeper and deeper inside you, your breasts bounced slightly, your lips parted with small noises and he realized he didn't want to be gentle at all.

Mattheo grabbed your thighs and pushed them back harshly, opening you up more. You gasped at the new angle, when he started pounding into you aggressively, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. The room filled with the sounds of skin hitting skin and your muffled moans.

He was fucking you like he hated you just like he did before you captured his thoughts and desires. He eyes darkened further, watching you take him so well despite his harsh pace, so he leaned down over you again, biting your lip before kissing you deeply. His tongue invaded your mouth just like his cock was invading your pussy, the sensation throwing you over the edges.

Mattheo broke the kiss suddenly and pulled back when he felt your pussy starting to squeeze him tighter. "Fucking hell..." he hissed as your pussy tightened around him, signaling your orgasm. It only made him fuck you harder and faster, using your body roughly. "There it is..."

"Please.. please.. now.. I'm.." I let out a trembling whine.

"Let's go, love, go" he growled, reaching between your legs and rubbing mercilessly on your clit. You screamed loudly, your pussy clamping around his length as you came even harder that before. Your juices spilled out, dripping down onto the table and his jeans. "Fucking Salazar! You're a little mess!"

His muscles tightened, his jaw ticked. He pounded into you faster, making the table hit others loudly. He was close. His thumb rubbed your oversensitive nub again making you moan loudly his name. He growled, losing his mind. He snapped his hips harder and with one brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and came hard. His hot seed filled you up, overflowing and mixing with your own juices. He held you down by the hips, fucking into you through his own orgasm until every last drop was inside you. Panting heavily..

It took you both long minutes to compose yourselves. Then Mattheo moved and slowly pulled out, his cock still half-hard and covered in both of your releases. He watched as his cum leaked out of you onto the woody table. A satisfied smirk crossed his face before it turned frantic. He grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach suddenly. Your breasts hit the rough table.

"Stay," he commanded roughly.

Mattheo spread your cheeks apart roughly, looking at his cum slowly dripping out of you. He spat on your hole suddenly, watching it mix with his cum. He lifted your hips up even more so your ass was high in the air. "My good girl."

He grabbed his half-hard cock, stroking it slowly at the beautiful view. He gave you some time to catch your breath and then thrusted inside easily thanks to the cum. Now he was moving slowly, using you gently this time as if punishing himself for being so rough earlier. "Fucking good girl I have."

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i'm gonna cry out my lungs under him or gonna throw a decent hump at him myself.

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༝༚༝༚༝༚ ❤️ The way Mattheo Riddle fucks you 🖤🚬 ༝༚༝༚༝༚

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Mattheo's hand moves from your clit to grab a handful of your hair, pulling your head back sharply. You arch your back trying to catch a glimpse of him over your shoulder.

“Did you just call call me a softie?” He wasn't even finishing his sentence when his pace turns brutal and punishing. Each deep thrust hits your cervix, making you see stars.

Mattheo fucks you like a wild animal, his hips slapping against your ass with each brutal thrust. He wraps his arms around you like a vice holding you pressed tightly to him chest, one hand - on your neck, other - on your waist lifting you up so he can pound into you from a different angle, hitting spots that you've never knew you have.

“My good fucking girl..”

With each thrust, you shake all over. Close your eyes tight, moaning non-stop. Pleasure like liquid nectar begins to flow out of you. You realise it too late that that isn't something emotional. Without reaching your orgasm, you begin to pour out. Everything inside you turn cold and you try to break free in confusion but Mattheo's firm hand holds you in place. He growls in irritation.

“What.. what is..” your voice trembles and wheezes from moans.

His hot breath scorch your ear. He realizes what's happening and grins wickedly. His cock deep inside you twitches. Once, twice.

“You're squirting,” he growls, starts moving again, his thrusts becoming even more intense. “You're perfect.. so goddamn perfect..”

“M'theo, Matt.. so good, so good!” his name is a swollen piece of heaven between your lips. Your orgasm explodes from his wild thrusts, and you lose myself completely. Cum wildly, screaming and spasming his cock to the limit.

Mattheo roars loudly as you squeeze his dick like a vice during your intense orgasm. Your squirting is non-stop, dripping his balls and onto the bed. He grabs your neck handfully and harshly and starts fucking you through your orgasm, making it even more overwhelmed. “Shit.. shit.. baby!”

Feeling your unrelenting squirting and the way you're squeezing his dick, he loses own control. With a final brutal thrust, he buries himself balls deep inside you and lets out a roar as he starts cumming, filling your already soaked pussy with his hot, creamy semen.

It took more time than he thought, before he lowers you onto the wet sheets. His hands grip your slowly bouncing ass cheeks tightly as he keeps his dick buried inside you, continuing to pump out his hot cum into your already overflowing pussy. His fingers spread your ass cheeks wide open and he groans at the view. Your squirt, your cum and his mix together, creating a warm, sticky mess between your legs. “I want you.. fucking crave so hard..”

You are nothing more than a spent mess. All you do - picture him laying next to you, nuzzling his neck lazily..

But Mattheo..goes wild. He shudders and stills for seconds only to start pounding again after his own orgasm. You whine.

His pace turns animalistic again. Fingers still spreading your cheeks wider and he watches his massive length appear and disappear inside your cunt. Your pussy was slurping and drops of previous orgasms were flying onto his hips. He growls, “You little...” He slaps your ass hard, making it jiggle. Making you cry out of pleasure.

Mattheo slaps you again, groaning and pounding into you ruthlessly.

“You made me wait too long,” he snarls in your ear, “Now I'm going to fuck you until I can't get it up anymore.” His balls hitting your clit and he jackhammering into you. “And I'm very enduring”.

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I kinda sorry but🥵

Okay.. so Theo will fuck me from behind so that the cigarette smoke doesn't get to my face. He's kind of lazy and takes his time.

And Mattheo will slam into my mouth, occasionally moving back and letting me drink from his bottle. He's frantic. Chases his release as powerful as possible.

→ tw: heavy drinking and heavy smoking. ←

I feel like Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle both smoke and drink a lot.

But Mattheo drinks way more than Theo does,

and Theo smokes way more than Mattheo does.

And that’s how they deal with their problems.

Mattheo downs a bottle of whiskey.

And Theo chain-smokes a pack of cigarettes.

Because Mattheo is extremely impulsive and intense, so when he’s spiraling, he needs something that works fast. That will give him that instant escape and numbing. And alcohol does that. It drowns out the noise and gives him that detached feeling so he doesn’t have to deal with his own thoughts. at least for now…

But Theo, on the other hand, is more… Internalized. He doesn’t explode like Mattheo, he implodes. And smoking is repetitive. Grounding. The ritual of lighting a cigarette, inhaling, exhaling… it gives him a sense of control even when everything else feels out of his control.

Where Mattheo wants to drown everything out, Theo wants to slow everything down.

"𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱."

but they never really do.

Such a healthy duo of best friends, right?

Just some random thoughts, but I could write a whole essay about it. (I probably will)

divider link @enchanthings-a

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I can feel every inch of his cock, squeezing it greedily after a wild orgasm. It is digging further in and making Mattheo moan impatiently.

One of his hands spreads under my ass, and as he holds me up and mercilessly continues pounding through spasms. It makes wall rocks dig into me from behind, but I don't feel any discomfort at all.

I feel nothing but my boy. I hungrily devour the sweaty, almost furious Mattheo, in whose eyes mad adoration merged with an equal desire to ruin. Barely audible growls and whimpers escape from his lips, his forehead frowns in chasing his.. second orgasm.

He's mad. He hasn't stopped after our first taking us through. Mad and fucking crazy. Mattheo can't hold my gaze anymore, he wildly thrusts burying his face in the crook of my neck. And I feel his moans vibrate all over my skin.

When someone's voices are heard in the corridor behind the tapestry with his other hand Mattheo grips my mouth tightly, pushing two fingers inside. When voices slowly approach, his grip gets tighter, and his cock makes slow but deepest and hardest thrusts. I rolled my eyes and cum my second time. I shatter.

wanna hear him moaning and whimpering as he keeps nutting inside me and can't stop :(((

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“My foolish little hero… if, as you charged into battle and cried, ‘Those who love me, follow!’ — then I beg of you: do not look back. Whatever happens, never turn around.”

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- Autumn Woods. Nightshade

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Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983

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༄˖°.🪶.ೃ࿔📚*:･ library whispers ༄˖°.🪶.ೃ࿔📚*:･

"You are so show-off", I shake my head but a smile's already started to creep on my face.

Mattheo laughs, and the sound of it - deep and rich - makes me blush a little. He then steps closer, leaning against the bookshelves and looming over me. I looked up to meet his eyes, and his voice drops to a low, teasing tone.

“Only when I know my audience appreciates the show”, his eyes hold mine. The flames of the torches are reflecting in his dark eyes, making them sparkle on the edge of madness and adoration. “Don't you, my?”

I open and close my mouth. I clearly do. But.. “And what if I don't?”

“Then I'd say you have terrible taste in art,” Mattheo gestures to his body and for a split second the tip of his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. I absorb the gesture in the blink of an eye, suddenly feeling hungry. “Because this is a masterpiece right here.”

“Oh, who made you so confident!” My laughter echoes off the shelves before I cover my mouth with my hand, waiting for madam Pince's mad whispers.

Mattheo knows he's winning this little game of flirtation. He leans in even more, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Only you.”

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— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; "You Are with the Wrong Person" (via lunamonchtuna)

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He's the type who would plunge the world into nuclear winter just so you could play snowballs.

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actually long before Lorenzo Zurzolo I used to imagine Douglas Booth as Theodore Nott🥵✨

YO why have I never put this together the riot club could legit be the Slytherin boys. Rich, pretentious assholes at Oxford university like it fits them so well!!!! also the fact all of them are gorgeous ughhh

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HOLY ABAHAHAJSKDXKDKDKDJDJ FUCKING FUCK

pitch a (his) tent

synopsis. when your brother mattheo brings his new girlfriend on the annual boys-only camping trip, you're invited along to balance out the dynamic. everything’s fine... until your old tent gives out, forcing you to share one with the only person staying alone — theo nott. insufferable yet maddeningly hot theo nott. let’s just say… they should be making warning signs of him too, not just of bears.

pairing. brother's bsf! theo x reader

content/mdni. fem! reader, brother’s bsf! theo, very mean! theo, switch! theo energy (he's losing it), pent-up! theo, pussy-drunk! theo, messy-eater! theo, enemies-to-lovers tension,  allusions to male masturbation, handjob (assisted), clit stimulation, oral (f receiving), dry-humping, cum play, allusions to overstimulation, allusions to edging (m receiving), dirty talk, pet names (amore, good girl), p in v implied but doesn’t happen, smut with ton of plot, one freddy fazbear joke

word count. 4k

a/n. hello, honeybuns! as promised, i came back to theo, specifically brother’s best friend! theo. this fic is also part of the first week of @acourtofchaos ’s event (although i am late oopsi). let me know what you think about this theo piece! feedback and reblogs are deeply appreciated!

the harmonious sounds of the crickets were the only hums spilling over the camping grounds. the joyous laughter and the ongoing chatter of daylight toned down little by little, falling prey to nighttime, vanishing entirely.

four tents were pitched around a put-out campfire, all jet black and covered by a thick layer of drowsiness. one lonely tent was perched farther from the cluster, partially hidden behind a sturdy tree.

a glowing beam of light emerged from one of the four tents, hauntingly hovering — fast yet quiet — towards the isolated one.

some might say that was a forest spirit, making its appearance at midnight to prowl around the mortal word.

some, against such meager fairytales, would suggest the yellowish orb to be but a tiny firefly, aimlessly flying around the camping grounds.

you would confirm that it was actually the light of your portable lamp, dangling from your hand and swinging according to the whim of the forest’s chilly wind. and the trajectory was not arbitrary — even before you’ve emerged from your tent, you decided to stick to the quickest route towards nott and his secluded shelter.

your feet, clad in simple flip-flops, crushed the dry dirt of the pathway, stepping with swiftness through the cold air of the night. the distance between the tents was not that far, yet your pajamas and your almost bare feet were not enough to protect your body from the temperature change.

hurrying your pace, you finally arrived before nott’s enclosure.

no inside light pierced through the thick material of the tent, a clear signal that theodore may be asleep. soft murmurs could be heard here and there, but you were not sure those came from inside.

you stretched out your arm by reflex, pushing the lamp forward, closer to the tent, trying somehow to see what theodore was up to. however, the additional light did little to nothing, making only the dirty green colour of the tent more vibrant; the inside was still a mystery.

“n–nott?” you whisper-yelled his name, testing the waters, still hoping he was awake.

it would make your life so much easier.

your call and the silence following it made the entire moment feel eerie. you were suddenly more aware of your singular existence in the middle of a sleeping forest.

the air felt harsher, cutting into your lungs. the light of your lantern was suddenly too bright, blindingly so. urgency spiked throughout your body, making goosebumps appear all over your skin.

fuck it, you will wake him up.

reaching out your free hand, you tightly gripped the outside slider of the zipper. and, with a final intake of air, you dragged it in the opposite direction, slowly revealing the entrance.

but it immediately flew away from between your fingers, fastly separating half the length of the zipper’s teeth.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?”

theodore's voice boomed in your ear, hitting you before his dishevelled appearance did. his voice sounded exhausted, although he did not seem to have been sleeping before your intrusion. yet, his visible grimace and his hand shooting upwards to shelter his eyes from your stupid lantern gave away the fact that he has been staying with the light off for a while.

“umm, i-”

“put that shit away, will ya’?”

his words were harsh and rude, thrown at you with no second thought. that's usually how he is when it comes to you; your brother’s best friend barely holds back, and if he must restrict his vocabulary, he colours his speech through intonation.

intonation showcasing annoyance and displeasure.

“yeah, yeah, my bad.”

you mumbled a half-hearted apology as you flipped off the switch of the lamp, the light slowly dimming in your hand until there was no more.

your surroundings were yet again swimming in darkness, and your eyes — not yet accustomed to the lack of brightness — seem to betray your disadvantage in the face of nott.

“what do you want?”

you could barely distinguish his silhouette, the contour of his body slightly blending in with the shadowy insides of the tent. you could see, however, the way his tent was partly open, a sign you were unwelcome in his vicinity.

that and his venomous words. he clearly wanted you gone.

you sucked in a breath, hammering down your ego, and carefully answered theodore.

“my tent’s ripped. didn’t notice until now–”

“and? the fuck do you take me for? bob the builder?”

oh, his patience was wearing thin. with your vision slowly adapting to the darkness, you registered the way his hand dragged the slider back down by a quarter of the length, wishing to separate the two of you for good.

“wait, wait.” panic surged into you and your hands jumped out instinctively, clutching theo’s fingers, stopping his movement altogether. your lantern long forgotten, dropped somewhere on the dirt path. “i can’t sleep there.”

“oh, please. you think a ghost will eat you?”

theo bit back at your reasoning, poking fun at the silly horror stories the group told right before bed and mocking your childish fear.

you can insist all you want, he doesn’t care.

his other hand ushered yours away to prove his stance, pulling the slider further down.

“you’re so ugh–” you were using all your power to stop yourself from kicking the supports of his tent and have it collapse over him.

“BEARS. i am scared of bears. actual animals that are in this forest.”

“just har har back at–”

“can i please stay in your tent?”

please. you never say please to him. please, thanks, and sorry are three words you’d never redirect at him unless you were extremely desperate.

and, shit, you seem to be needing to share his tent by the way you’ve swallowed up your pride and begged.

“fine. hop in.”

he does it for mattheo, he convinced himself as he pulled back the slider, revealing the full width of the entrance for you. he does it so your brother won’t rip his skin off if something does happen to you in your ripped tent.

yeah, that’s the only reason.

you slowly crawled into the tent, careful not to touch anything in your wake; theo seems to be in a bad mood, and you did not want to aggravate the situation further. so you propped yourself at the opposite side of him, sitting with your legs crossed one over the other, observing how he zipped back up the entrance.

you were now irrefutably stuck in a small tent with theodore nott.

after securing the slider, theo turned around to locate you. and when his eyes landed on you, all stiff and unmoving, he just sighed and slapped his forehead with his own palm.

“i hope you won’t stay like that all night.”

“like what?”

“like a creep, watching me sleep.”

“a creep? what do–”

“just lay down and sleep.”

theo issued his command and moved away from the topic at once, crawling back to his sleeping bag and sliding right in. ignoring you. even if you tried to continue the discussion, him turning his back towards you was enough evidence he did not want to interact with you more than necessary.

“okay, okay.”

you still answered him, sighing with exasperation at his bitchy attitude.

why was he so irritated tonight? indeed, theodore nott was not a big fan of yours, but his patience was never this fragile. maybe you angered him during the day? you don’t really remember talking to him at all though, more interested in spending time with mattheo’s girlfriend away from the boys.

the reasons behind his shitty behaviour will remain a mystery, as theo seemed to be adamant to go to sleep. you conceded too, finally laying down, closer to the edge of the tent, taking a similar sideway position as him.

the tent was warmer than yours, no rupture disturbing the temperature of the insides, yet the lack of covers did make your body curl into itself and seek more warmth. you did so for a few minutes, twisting and turning from side to side, searching for the optimal position.

theodore seems to be aware of it all as a long exhale emerged from his side of the tent. all loud — exaggeratedly so — and purposeful, acting as a warning, as a replacement for a verbal complaint.

you bit down on your bottom lip, hoping you were just reading too much into it, and shifted the position of your legs again. the loud whoosh sound of your pants across the tent material resonated around the entire shelter.

“move one more time and i am kicking you out.”

he spat the threat at you in a heavy tone, seriousness latched onto every word of his. he even betrayed his initial position and turned around to prove it, facing you for a third time that night.

“i am not doing it on purpose.” you hissed back at him, encircling your arms around your torso and pushing your knees further into your stomach, hoping he will realise cold was making you so restless.

“oh, so your body moves on its own?”

sassiness. mockery. rage.

“i am cold.” you blatantly stated, more of a whisper than a fully articulated sentence.

this will soften his resolve, right?

“not my problem.”

no.

you huffed out a shaky breath, curling tighter into yourself. your body was visibly shivering against the cool air, air that was sneaking underneath your pajama and pinching at your skin. you did not dare to spoke another word to him, certain his coldness will only worsen your situation; so, trembling into yourself deeper and deeper, you hoped your body will just heat up on its own.

silence stretched between the two of you, heavy and palpable. you paid theo no mind, completely averting your gaze from his emotionless face and closing them with an unspoken wish for sleep.

“­fuck, fine. c’mere.”

your head snapped immediately at his words, your eyes locked in on theodore in an instant. “what?”

“you won’t sleep otherwise, right?” he muttered, reaching for the edge of his sleeping bag and pulling at the zipper just enough so you could slip in. “just– get in.”

your heart stuttered, nerves, confusion, and something else colliding inside you. carefully, you inched closer to him, joining him into the sleeping bag as instructed.

it was cramped. too cramped.

it was obvious the sleeping bag was made for one person only. yet you couldn’t complain. wouldn’t complain.

your thighs shifted against his, pajama pants brushing against pajama pants, and your chest pressed against his arm. the space between you two was almost non-existent, your bodies mushed under the too-small sleeping covers.

it was so strange, but it felt so good.

a sigh of pleasure slipped past your lips as your body soaked in the warmth of the sleeping bag and of theodore’s body. unconsciously, you even drew closer into him, dipping your head towards his clothed chest and–

“back off, weirdo.”

his hand emerged from underneath, pressing against your forehead and regaining some distance between the two of you. your upper body might have been pushed away towards the edge, but your lower body was strongly opposing theo by latching your legs to his own and keeping your ground.

“but you’re warm.”

“i don’t offer cuddles, so stop– ugh”

his complaints were interrupted by a deep loud groan. you would have said you hit a nerve with your forwardness, and that was his reaction.

but no.

you hit something else, something in the nether regions — your knee aimlessly nudged between his thighs in your attempts at trapping him, brushing against his cock.

his hard cock, if you were to be specific.

“oh my god, is that–”

“i told you to back–”

“is that why you’re so bitchy?”

you suddenly had a moment of epiphany: theodore nott was so irritated by your arrival because you ruined his jack-off session.

“you’re so weird, geez– ah.”

you kneed him again, this time applying more pressure to his cock. you did it to stop his mindless ramble, but also to see that raw reaction again. to see how his lips parted, quivering in pleasure, to see his annoyed eyes roll back at the slightest touch.

to feel how his shaft twitched against your leg.

“were you mid-stroke?”

oh, you were so taking advantage of his weakness, taunting and humiliating theodore for his previous actions. yet, your knee never stopped its ministration, shifting around his cock and applying just enough pressure to take theo’s breath away.

“and because of me, you didn’t finish?”

“f–fuck.”

his hand dropped completely from your head, slipping down your body and sliding right over your problematic knee. and with a harsh thug, he removed your leg altogether, forcing it in the opposite direction.

any sort of control you had over him disappeared.

“i really hate you, y’ know?”

he was angry. really angry. his hand on your knee was strong, pushing at your leg hard enough to hurt. the muscle stretch indeed burned, but so did his eyes. they were focused on your face, part of his gaze wishing to light you on fire and turn you to ashes, part of it to ignite a similar flame within you.

“give me one good reason why i shouldn’t throw you out, hm?”

his beautiful orbs betrayed him, but his tongue still spoke in lies.

he managed to captivate you fully, and for a moment you did not register his question. you only stared back into his eyes, forming a link with the hidden yet burning desire in them. that blazing lust was pouring out of his gaze straight into yours, only to slowly expand all throughout your entire body.

you were submerging in undeniable arousal, and his big hand pressing into your knee was keeping you underneath it all.

“i can help you out.”

so charmed by your own unwavering stare, theo did not registered the movement of your own hand, slowly creeping down his pajama top and sliding downwards to the band of his pants. your fingertips, still cold from theo’s negligence, dipped underneath the waistband in no time, only stopping their trail when reaching his cock.

“s–shit, fuck.”

his cock was heavy and hot in your palm, trembling at the mere contact with your cold fingers. his hips jerked upwards instinctively, his cock slotting deeper in your grip. it was all wet and sticky, covered in precum and what you assumed was theo’s own spit from before, so his shaft glided along your palm nicely.

“so cold, damn.”

a shaky exhale joined his remark, puffed against the crown of your head, as you slowly started to stroke him.

“told you so.”

you merely retorted, smirking against his clothed chest, allowing your hand to pick up a lazy, teasing rhythm. now it was the perfect time to torture him, carefully twisting your wrist and applying more pressure to the underside of his cock, or shamelessly thumbing at his weeping slit.

theodore couldn’t even complain, his tongue caged by a plethora of grunted moans and nonsensical babbles. his incoherence betrayed him, and so did his hand, leaving your poor knee alone and slapping itself on your ass.

with fingers spread out across your pants, he grabbed with vigour your left buttcheek.

“shut it.”

he growled low in his throat, all his pent-up frustration and need vibrating through both of your bodies. his hand was becoming greedier and greedier, groping and squeezing your ass at every harsh tug on his cock. and you had no mercy, sliding your hand up and down his shaft, with so much dexterity.

but when you dipped your other hand lower to his balls, fondling them at with a gentle touch, he too dipped his fingers into your pajama pants.

“oho, what do we have here?”

his warm fingers dragged downwards along your skin, smacking your ass one last time and, finally, dipping lower to your cunt. the tip of his digits pushed underneath your thong, all slutty and wet against your pussy, parting your sloppy fold with a single calculated stroke.

“dirty fucking girl.”

you moaned against his chest loud, unrestricted, taken by surprise by theo’s lack of hesitation at exploring your messy cunt. you could feel his fingers brushing up and down your slit, swimming in your arousal and collecting as much of your wetness as possible.

“all this just from jerking me off?”

he was taunting you, grinning like a little devil into your hair, somehow forgetting how needy and touch-starved he behaved just minutes ago.

you would have reminded him, really, but you couldn’t form one single coherent word as his fingers pressed down harshly on your clit.

“so so needy.”

tight little circles followed soon, his fingers toying with your little bundle of nerves to his heart’s content. theo finally found your irrefutable weakness — as long as he played with your quivering pussy, you were less annoying.

“i kind of like you like this.” theo mused, humming against your head as he peered down at your face. “look at me.”

you were less annoying and more obedient. you immediately listened to his command, raising your gaze up to his eyes, looking at him with your glassy orbs, so full of lust and desperation. your lips were caught between your teeth, already bruised and bullied in the process of quieting down.

but your tiny whines were loud enough for his ears to pick up.

you were so fucking cute.

“is that what it takes, huh? all i have to do is toy with your cunt to keep you in check?

his hand sped up, flicking your clit with the pad of his fingers. your hand on his cock stilled a while back, so overwhelmed by your own pleasure, but theo seems to not care about his release right now.

“what if i eat you out, hm? will you be a good girl for me?”

“theo! good god, yes.”

and here it was, your beautiful cracking voice, finally making its appearance after a good period of only moans and whimpers, accepting theodore’s proposal in a heartbeat. your pleading eyes were a nice touch to it all, making theo conform to your wishes without additional fuss.

“no takebacks.”

it’s all he says, like a warning, before retracting his palm from between your legs. and what he does next makes another glob of arousal gush out of you.

theodore nott removed his hand and directed it towards his mouth to lick it clean.

to lick it clean.

your wetness was all over his lips and tongue as he diligently lapped up all the stickiness from his hand.

“please, god. pleaseplease–”

“yeah, amore, i got you.”

pulling his fingers away from his mouth with a squelching pop, theo then completely discarded the covers of the sleeping bag, throwing the piece somewhere to the side.

“on your back, let me see that pretty pussy.”

you conformed to his words immediately, plopping yourself on your back and even discarding your pants and panties in the process. the garments joined the forgotten covers, the ones you’ve craved since the beginning of your intrusion.

but warmth was no longer important now, as you were practically burning with lust underneath theo’s predatory gaze.

his hands joined your knees again, applying enough pressure to part them away and create a passage for him and his hungry mouth. and no great effort was needed, your legs complying and allowing theo to finally see the mess between them.

“fuck, you’re soaking wet.”

his voice was gritty, disbelief laced with something darker, something feral. he was no longer mocking you — his gaze was locked between your thighs like a starved man, as if the gates of heaven have opened at the same time as your legs.

theo pushed your knees a bit more, just enough for him to slot himself between them. and you gasped as you felt his warm breath fanning over your pussy, your hole twitching in anticipation.

“spread wider for me, amore.”

you didn’t hesitate — again. your thighs stretched further apart for him, your muscles burning yet again from the pressure. but this was something you could handle for the sake of ultimate pleasure.

“fuckin’ perfect.” he muttered briefly and then–

his mouth was on your cunt.

his slippery tongue licked a long stripe from your pulsing entrance to your hard clit, savoring every drop of your arousal just like he did with his hand. your hips jerked upwards into his face, chasing his mouth — yet his arms immediately snaked around the upper part of your thighs, locking you in place and making you take every single flick of his tongue, every single kiss to your swollen pussy.

and when he sucked your clit in his mouth, between his plush wet lips? you sobbed.

“theo– that feels so good, fuck.”

your fingers clutched at his hair, tugging at his messed-up curls, needing something to hold onto as pleasure washed all over you. and that only made him delve into your cunt more, groaning in between your folds and making such vibrations travel straight to your clit.

your enjoyment was clear from miles away, but so was his. if you got extremely wet from fisting his cock, theo also got excruciatingly horny from licking your pussy. his hips were grounded into the sleeping mat, humping the surface in desperation as he lapped at your core.

he has been edged for quite some time now, and he was no longer patient.

he too needed to cum.

“always wanted to eat this pussy.”

theo was so pussy-drunk, god. you would have never in a million years expected theodore nott to announce between slurps and kisses how much he’s dreamed about your cunt.

“y–yeah?”

“yeah. i knew you’d have the tastiest fuckin’ cunt.”

his clothed cock was moving faster against the mat, the wet squelches of theo messily making out with your pussy being joined by the swish-ing sounds of the two materials colliding.

he was definitely close, and so were you.

“this” and he placed a kiss right against your clit. “haunted me all day.”

“shiiit… w–why?”

“your dress was so goddamn see-through, and fuck–”

theo was already picking up the pace, his tongue working harder to make you cum at the same time as him. his fingers even joined in, pulling your pussy lips apart for him to feast better on you, while his nose continued to poke and prod at your bundle of nerves.

“had a boner all fuckin’ day.”

and there it was. the full story on why theodore nott was jacking off before bed and why he was so irritated by your mere presence in his tent: he was affected by you all day and you had no idea.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m so– ughh.”

you had no time to give him a warning, retorting to weak apologies as you creamed all over his face and tongue. thighs clamming around his head and convulsing from the immense pleasure.

theo, your brother’s best friend, just made you cum in his tent, on a camping trip with all of your close friends.

and that wasn't all.

“ah, shit, wait, wait.”

he didn’t stop.

no, no, no.

theodore continued to lap at your pussy, slurping up all of your release as he continued to jut his hips into the sleeping mat. and, finally, after a couple more seconds, with a guttural moan, he too came, spilling his release inside his boxers.

filthy, pathetic, and so so hot.

he pulled away from your pussy only after his own hips stabilized, moving up from the ground and away from between your legs. his face was wet, incredibly so, yet he was smiling bigger than ever.

with glistering lips and blown-out eyes, you expected theo to say something meaningful about the entire ordeal.

but alas, he was still the idiot friend of your brother.

“someone did eat you. but it wasn’t a bear.”

“oh, shut up.”

you were so done with him and his idiocy. if it weren’t for your shaky legs, you would have kicked him in the shins by now.

“what? you make a tasty meal.”

“nott, stop! you–”

“come tomorrow too.”

oh?

“i will steal condoms from mattheo and fuck you all night, amore.”

your breath hitched.

“… and the next night.”

your legs instinctively parted.

“… and the next night.”

your cunt was already pulsing with need.

 “… but only if you want to.”

“how could i refuse such an offer, nott?”

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tags: @downbad4reid, @cafechichay, @lov3notts, @nottslove

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Written in Ink

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader AU: Soulmate AU – whatever you write/draw on your skin appears on your soulmate’s skin Word Count: ~2,400 words Warnings: light bullying, swearing, fluff, soft tension, emotional vulnerability

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not fucking again.

Mattheo Riddle scowled down at his forearm, where a series of tiny flowers were blooming across his pale skin—again. This time in deep green ink, delicate petals unfurling one by one. A vine curled near his elbow, looping lazily like it had all the time in the world.

He didn’t.

He yanked his sleeve down with a growl, ignoring the flicker of amused looks from Theo and Draco

“What’s wrong, Riddle?” Theo drawled across the common room. “Your soulmate into gardening?”

Mattheo ignored him.

The teasing didn’t bother him anymore. Not really. Not after years of it—years of being the boy with the freak bond, the one whose arms were constantly scribbled with what looked like a toddler’s art class.

But it had started bothering him lately.

Not because of the drawings.

Because he’d started to look forward to them.

And that scared him more than anything. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You dragged your quill gently over your skin, tongue poking from the corner of your mouth in concentration.

This time, it was a vine of ivy—thin, curling lines winding down your forearm. Your ink pot wobbled on your desk as you dipped your quill again, blotting off the excess. You blew on the design gently to dry it.

You never meant for your soulmate to see them at first. The drawings were yours, little quiet things you gave yourself when the castle felt too loud.

But they’d never tried to stop you. Not after the first few weeks.

You remembered the first time something got scorched. Your drawing of a cat had come back to you the next day half-burned and smudged, the outline blackened as if ink had caught fire.

You hadn’t cried.

But you hadn’t drawn anything for two whole weeks.

Now, though, they never burned your drawings. Sometimes, you’d even see something small appear next to them. A dot. A dash. A single letter, like they wanted to say something but didn’t quite know how.

You didn’t either. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Oy, show us your art, lover boy.”

Mattheo shoved the hand off his arm with a glare. Theo, Lorenzo and Draco were being especially annoying that morning, eyeing the ivy design now visible under his rolled-up sleeves.

“Bet they’re in Hufflepuff,” Draco snickered.

“No. Gotta be a Ravenclaw. All those books and flowers.”

Mattheo didn’t answer. He just sat there, jaw tight, shoulders tense.

He didn’t know who you were. Only that your handwriting was sharp and slanted, like you wrote too fast. And that your drawings were always blooming. Never angry. Never dark.

They were everything he wasn’t.

And maybe, somewhere deep down, that’s why he couldn’t bring himself to hate you. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

You started leaving little messages.

Nothing big. Just a few words along the edge of your inked vines.

“Rain again today.” “They spelled my name wrong at breakfast.” “Transfiguration quiz was murder. How’d you do?”

You never got real answers.

But sometimes, a single tick appeared. A mark.

He was reading them.

You couldn’t explain why that made your chest feel full and aching. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mattheo stared at the latest message on his wrist, heart a little too loud.

“How bad is your handwriting on a scale from 1 to my Potions partner?”

Without thinking, he dipped his quill in black ink and scrawled across his forearm:

“Atrocious. You?”

The second he wrote it, he froze.

His heartbeat stuttered. His lips parted slightly, like he couldn’t believe he’d actually responded in words.

He waited.

Then, ten minutes later, as he sat in Defense Against the Dark Arts pretending to listen,, his skin bloomed with new ink.

“Somewhere between deadly and charming.” A pause. “You finally talked.”

He swallowed hard. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You didn’t sleep that night.

You kept glancing at your arm, tracing over his words, wondering who he was. Where he was. If he looked at your drawings the same way you looked at his handwriting now—like it meant something more than skin.

You wrote:

“Do you ever want to meet me?”

And for a long time, nothing came.

Then:

“Sometimes.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were leaving the Great Hall when it happened.

Someone bumped into you hard—shoulder first, like they meant it.

You stumbled back, ink bottle in your hands slipping from your grip and smashing against the stone floor.

“Watch it,” a Slytherin girl sneered. You didn’t know her name, but you’d seen her around Riddle before. Always trailing. Always laughing too loud.

You knelt to pick up the pieces, cheeks burning, fingers trembling slightly from embarrassment.

A few people laughed. Most ignored you.

You didn’t notice the footsteps behind you until a hand reached down to help.

You froze.

Long fingers, calloused knuckles, green-ink vines creeping up pale skin.

Your eyes traced upward slowly. Wrist. Sleeve. Collar.

Face.

Dark curls. Warm brown eyes. Sharp jaw. Tense mouth.

Mattheo Riddle.

He didn’t say anything.

He just held your gaze.

You stared at him, unsure if you were dreaming, because there it was—your drawing—your ivy. Still visible. Still real.

“It’s you,” you whispered.

His mouth twitched. “You make my skin look ridiculous.”

You choked out a laugh, blinking fast, breath catching.

“You never told me who you were.”

“You never asked.”

You shook your head, stunned.

“I thought you hated me.”

“I thought I would,” he said quietly, brushing a bit of broken glass aside. “But I never did.”

You stood, heart slamming against your ribs.

“So what now?”

He stared at you for a second longer, then—slowly—reached for your hand.

His thumb brushed the inside of your wrist, right over the last thing you’d written.

He pulled a quill from his pocket—his own—and dipped it in your ink pot before carefully, gently writing one word across your skin.

“Stay.”

And then he leaned in, close enough to smell parchment and smoke and something darker.

“May I?” he asked, voice rough, eyes burning into yours.

You nodded.

And his lips met yours in the softest, quietest kiss you’d ever known.

Like an answer to a question neither of you had asked aloud. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Later, back in your dorm, you stared at your arm where a new drawing had begun to form—tiny stars, scattered like freckles across your skin.

And just under them, a line in his handwriting:

“I like when you draw. Don’t stop.”

You didn’t.

You never would.