#harry potter x reader

[vaeblurbs]

JUST A BET.

pairings: theodore nott x fem!gryffindor!reader.

warnings: not proof read and written a while ago so probably some cringe content.

in which you find out the truth about your relationship.

when theodore nott, the hottest slytherin and playboy at hogwarts, first asked you out, both you and your friends were shocked and thought it was simply a joke.

however, when he continued to ask you out until you finally caved and agreed, you started to think he was being genuine about his feelings.

you, surprisingly, enjoyed your first date with him. one date became multiple dates, then multiple dates became a relationship that everyone talked about.

constant teasing from other students never got in the way of your relationship with the boy, as he always shut your doubts down immediately.

even though he tried his best, your doubts still crept into your mind once and a while.

you entered the greenhouse and stood next to your best friend, hermione.

“hello.” she turned to you with a huge smile on her face.

“hey.” you glanced down at the plant in her hands, “pretty plant.”

she rolled her eyes, “y/n, you should know what plant this is.”

hermione continued talking at you, but a certain conversation happening behind you caught your attention.

“yeah, you should ask him out, definitely. he’d probably say yes. you know his girlfriend? yeah, well, draco and i were hanging out and everyone was drunk and he told me something super weird.” you’d recognize that voice anytime. pansy, a girl that’s part of theo’s slytherin group. “don’t tell anyone, theo would kill us all, but like, draco told me mattheo and lorenzo paid theo to ask her out and he’s still going along with it, i guess. i feel bad for her, though, she’s actually nice.” pansy continued gossiping.

you felt your heart sink. you’ve grown used to hearing cruel rumours about you and theodore, but this was coming from pansy, who’s never told a lie, even though she gossiped often.

“y/n?” hermione snapped you back to reality.

“i’m not feeling too proper, i think i had too many pastries at breakfast.” you forced a laugh, “cover for me, please, i’m going up to the dorm.”

before hermione could protest, you grabbed your bag and headed back towards the castle, leaving your fellow classmates confused.

you could feel your eyes watering and focused on making it to your bed without anyone seeing your current state.

however, your plans failed when you heard a voice call after you.

“y/n!” theodore yelled from down the corridor. the sound of his voice only motivated you to walk faster. “wait!”

you inhaled sharply and bit down your lip to hold back any tears.

“what’s wrong? why aren’t you in class?” he managed to catch up you. theodore grabbed your wrist and spun you around to face him. “are you alright? i was on my way to the bathroom and noticed you. you’re supposed to be in the greenhouse, aren’t you?”

you contemplated all the cruel things you could say to him, yet nothing came out, except a shaky exhale.

“hello? earth to y/n?” he laughed, flashing you his usual smile that you used to melt over.

“i have to ask you something.” you mumbled.

“what?”

you looked up at him with a straight face, “are you only going out with me because your friends paid you?” you were blunt and asked him the big question immediately.

“what?” the look in his eyes gave everything away. it wasn’t shame or guilt, it was realization and shock, only because he got caught.

“you’re a fucking dickhead.” you scoffed. you couldn’t listen to him plead, but you also couldn’t stand there and beg for answers and an explanation. you wriggled you wrist out of his grasp and started walking away.

“it’s not like that, okay?” he stopped you again, standing in front of you this time.

“get out of my way.” you sighed.

“you’re really giving up? you’re not even going to hear me out? for merlin’s sake, you’re being ridiculous. who even told you? was it lorenzo?” he spat out his friend’s name with venom.

“it doesn’t matter who fucking told me! i can’t believe you’re calling me ridiculous right now! i’m not giving up, i’m having some self respect, something you clearly don’t have considering you were willing to go out with someone for some money.”

he clenched his jaw in anger. “look, it started off as a stupid bet. nobody thought you’d agree, we thought you’d never go out with anyone, you seemed closed off, i said otherwise and i was right because you’re genuinely the kindest person i’ve met. it became serious after the first date and it wasn’t a bet anymore! i promise.”

“it doesn’t matter if it isn’t a bet now, it was one originally! that’s a vile thing to do to someone!” you yelled.

“i know, i know, and i am so sorry.” he huffed, “just, please, i really like you.”

“i liked you too.” you paused and his expression dropped.

“liked?”

“this isn’t going to work, i refuse to be a pawn in the weird games you and your friends entertain. i am a real fucking person, theo, not some dating experiment.”

before he could say more, you finally walked away from him and towards the moving stairs.

[pixiespax]

BITS. - M.STURNIOLO (harry potter AU)

summary: As night descended upon the Hogwarts grounds, the students retreated to their dormitories. However, as a prefect, you noticed a student missing from the dungeons.

Warnings: listen english is not my first language im sorry, angst, sad matt, regulus black coded matt, prefect!reader, slytherin!matt.

A/N: Hey! this is pt1 of my 1K CELEBRATION! find the celebration masterlist here (coming soon)! enjoy!!

As darkness fell, enveloping the Hogwarts castle, all of the students retired to their dormitories, preparing for a restful night's sleep. However, as a diligent prefect of Slytherin House, you couldn't help but notice that Matt Sturniolo was conspicuously absent from the Slytherin Common Room. Despite the stringent rules prohibiting students from wandering the halls at night, your concern for Matt propelled you to search for him.

Quietly making your way through the dimly lit corridors, you cautiously avoid the watchful gaze of the janitor and the ever-wandering eyes of the teachers. After what seems like an eternity, you catch sight of a mysterious figure in the main courtyard. And there he is, standing alone amidst the cold night, his face powdered with a delicate layer of snow. His demeanor exudes an aura of hostility and distance, not at all striking as this was his usual self. As you cautiously approach him, attempting to engage in conversation, Matt remains silent, his thoughts veiled in the mystique of the silent winter night.

You try several times to bring him out of his melancholic trance, but it seems like no matter how hard you try, Matt won't speak. Frustrated by his seemingly stubborn silence, you approach him and grab his shoulder, turning him back. You gasp, not having expected the tears running through his eyes.

"Matt...?" you question, concern bubbling in your own eyes as Matt' sobs intensify.

"Get away from me!" he yells tearfully, his voice quivering with fear and vulnerability. You instinctively reach out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, but he recoils, his eyes filled with hostility as if they were shooting needles into your skin.

Matt had never been the type to open up, yet you can't bear to see him suffer alone. Not when you know that his loneliness is eating away at him, causing him to doubt himself and question his sanity. How could someone as thoughtful and kindhearted (even if he didn't show it much) as Matt go through such anguish? It doesn't make sense.

In one swift motion, you pull the boy into a tight embrace, offering him the only comfort that you can give him in this time of need. He fights against your warmth. Sighs of denial fly out onto your shoulder as he cries. He rejects the embrace as he is used to doing, but you know he needs this more than his pride.

Eventually, he starts desperately clutching your clothes, struggling to stifle his cries, burying his head in your chest. You gently caress his back, trying to offer some semblance of comfort, yet his shaking is unbearable. All too soon, he pushes you away, looking into your eyes with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Why are you doing this!?" His uncontrollable sobs cause him to struggle for breath, and as he exhales, large white clouds of condensation form over his face.

Your heart breaks at the anguish radiating from him, as well as the frustration seeping out of every pore of his body. It feels like an entire ocean lies between you two, and the mere sight of it makes you feel so helpless. And then it hits you.

The first thought that comes to mind as you stare into Matt's wide blue eyes: You have to be there for him. If not for yourself, then for the sake of everyone who loves and cares about him. You want to ease the pain that his despair brings him, whether he wants it or not. Matt Sturniolo deserves to be happy, even if he's unable to accept it at the moment.

"I'm doing this because I care," you say between gasps for air, your heart pounding as you desperately search for the right words to convey your understanding.

Even though you barely know this boy, you can sense the weight he carries and how he longs for moments of peace and support. You take tentative steps toward him. You stop in front of him, your heart still pounding, feeling like you had ripped it out just to hand it to him.

As you stand there in the courtyard facing Matt, the cold night air seems to envelope you, creating an almost tangible barrier between your emotions. But the urgency to reach out to him and provide some comfort is overwhelming. He looks at you with a mix of surprise and pain in his eyes, as if he can't fathom why anyone would care about his turmoil.

"I want to be there for you," you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper, your own emotions threatening to spill over. "You don't have to go through this alone." Matt gazes at you, his expression a tumultuous blend of vulnerability and defiance.

It's evident that he's battling his inner turmoil, struggling with the idea of letting someone in. For a moment, neither of you speak. The silence seems to echo the heaviness of the situation, mirroring the weight of Matt's pain. At that moment, you feel a profound determination to break through the walls he had built around himself, to let him know that he isn't alone in this.

"I don't know if I can," Matt finally murmurs, his voice laden with uncertainty. He takes a hesitant breath, his gaze flickering between you and the ground. You wait, giving him the space and time he needs to process his emotions.

Before you can say anything, you hear footsteps approaching. Professor McGonagall's dark eyes pierce through the darkness. "What is the meaning of this?" she demands, her voice commanding and tinged with disapproval.

Matt steps back, his moment of vulnerability vanishing as quickly as it had come. "Nothing, Professor. I was just... I was just leaving," he stammers, avoiding your gaze as he brushes past you and heads back toward the Slytherin Common Room.

But before he could, McGonagall stops him dead in his tracks, "No, you werent, actually." She said, the boy stood confused before she continued speaking. "It is far past curfew, children, follow me."

Both you and Matt followed her out of the school, grumbling under your breaths. McGonagall turned and cast a stern look at you both, her eyes daring them to talk back. You quickly obeyed, knowing that McGonagall would not tolerate any disobedience.

Upon arrival at Hagrid's hut, he's already waiting outside, Fang by his side "Well, kids, you'll help me here tonight then," Hagrid said, his heavy accent dripping on his voice as he handed Regulus a heavy light, and an axe to you.

"What is this?" you ask, confused as to why he would hand a heavy axe to a child. "Oh. Right..." he turns around to face you both, "We are cutting down some trees these nasty little creatures have been eating at." The rest of his sentence was drowned out by your thoughts as you walked with him.

The weight of his pain lingers in the cold night air, and you can't help but wonder if you'll ever be able to break through to him. With a heavy heart, you make your way into the forbidden forest, knowing that despite your best intentions, some battles are fought alone.

A/N²: not my best work, but let me know if yall want a pt2, kisses!

[poeticmystery]

THEODORE NOTT LISTENING TO RAVENCLAW READER WARM UP TO HIM AND LETTING HER RANT ABOUT HER BOOK TO HIM PLEASE IM BEGGING🙏🙏

—🏍️ (if thats taken? idk lmao)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ WHIPPED (t.n.)

summary : in which a boy is willing to do anything to convince a smart girl to go out with him.

w.c. : .8k

a/n : i loved writing this request and no 🏍️ isnt taken!! enjoy! 🤍

should i do a part 2 of the actual date??

wattpad : poeticmystery

warning(s) : none!

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theodore nott couldn’t deny how ultimately whipped he was for you. he was in love with everything about you. the way you’d ramble about your books, the certain face you’d make to him after you see somebody doing something less than smart.

he even respected how log. it had taken for you to let him in. he had quite a reputation with women, and he knew it’d make it more difficult to convince you to be in a real relationship with him.

so, he waited. he was patient, he was kind, and he defended you.

he seemed like the perfect guy on paper, but whenever you got close to letting him in, letting him finally take you out, you’d hear another story about a girl he hooked up with then left right after.

the thought disgusted you, and you didn’t want to just turn out to be another one of those girls with a horror story of hoe you were treated by the slytherin boy. you were smarter than that.

that was another thing he liked about you. how smart you were. he loved how you could explain extensive theories and spells to him in a simple enough way to make it easy to understand. it was like a breath of fresh air.

lately, he had been in an even better mood, something his friends even noticed about him. you were starting to finally let him in. you were letting him walk you to class, letting him take you to his favorite hidden spots in the castle.

most importantly, though, you were starting to talk to him. not just some insignificant conversation about homework, or the weather. real conversations.

you were telling him about books you liked, about something funny one of your friends had told you. you were rambling on and on to him, and he loved hearing it.

he loved seeing the way your eyes lit up when you were speaking about someone you were close with, or a new book.

the expression he held when you rambled to him like this could only be explained as pure love. he had waited months to even get you to open up to him, and it was finally happening.

he always made sure you knew he was listening, whether that was by asking you questions as you went, keeping his eyes trained on you, or even buying you the second book in a series you had mentioned liking.

even despite the way you’d protest your rants, saying you didn’t want to annoy him, or something of the sort, he loved hearing tour voice. he’d listen to anything if it was coming from you.

he noticed everything about you.

none of his friends, or even himself, could think off another time where he was this head over heels for someone. it was like his former self went out the window as soon as you walked in. he couldn’t even imagine himself with a girl that wasn’t you, and he didn’t want to anyways.

you were all he need- all he wanted.

“theodore, are these flowers from you?” you called out when he stepped into your dorm.

you gestured to a beautiful array of red lillies, the scent they put off filling the room with a pleasant, light aroma.

“yeah. saw ‘em and thought of you,” he admitted casually, as though he hadn’t specifically looked for flowers of that kind, knowing you paid attention to the meanings of flowers and whatnot.

aside from that, he just thought they were pretty. naturally, you had popped into his mind.

you flashed him a genuine smile, a sight that looked straight out of his dreams.

“thank you,” you grinned, the sentiment behind the flowers being one of the sweetest things you could think of.

“finally gonna let me take you out?” he asked, a small smirk on his face.

despite his confident demeanor, he was one step away from straight up begging. he had waited months, all he wanted was for you to say yes.

you thought over it. you had heard girls in the hallway talking about how he hadn’t given them the time of day recently… and he had been so sweet lately. he had been trying repeatedly, not being deterred at all by your rejections. plus, what was the harm in just one date? one date didn’t mean anything was set in stone.

it was just… one date.

“yeah, that sounds good,” you replied, noticing the way his smirk turned into a large grin.

he felt like a child with how smiley he got around you, especially now that you had given him a chance to take you on a real date.

theodore nott taglist: lmk if you’d like to be added!

dividers made by h-aewo!

[theodorenmyth]

LB , TN x male vampire reader?

Feeds on their fingers in class when hungry & tends to be very clingy as an apology for feeding even tho they reassure that they don’t want him to starve.

Or

Enemies who find out reader is a vampire and originally plan on using it against him but find out he starves himself cuz he hates that he has to drink blood and they suddenly get super protective of the one they’re supposed to hate??

Blood Ties

Pairings : Theodore Nott x M! Reader x Lorenzo Berkshire

Summary : In the shadows of Hogwarts, you navigate the unique challenges of being a student with an insatiable hunger for blood. Thankfully, you have the unwavering support of your boyfriends, Lorenzo Berkshire and Theodore Nott. As you feed on their fingers in class and cling to them in apology, they reassure you with steadfast love and acceptance. In this tender tale of romance and acceptance, you learn that true love means embracing all parts of each other, no matter how unconventional.

A/n : David Clark is an OC I've made so there's no confusion! Enjoy. (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Warnings) : Nothing!

Word count : 900+

You sit at your desk in the dimly lit Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, feeling the familiar pangs of hunger gnawing at your insides. The lesson drags on, Professor Lupin’s voice a distant hum in your ears as you struggle to concentrate. It’s been hours since you last fed, and your stomach twists in painful knots.

Your eyes dart to your boyfriends, Lorenzo Berkshire and Theodore Nott, who are seated on either side of you. Lorenzo is scribbling notes with his usual fervor, his brows furrowed in concentration. Theodore, on the other hand, looks bored, idly twirling his quill between his fingers.

You lean closer to Lorenzo, your voice a whisper. “Enzo… I’m hungry.”

He glances at you, his eyes softening with understanding. “I figured you might be,” he murmurs, discreetly sliding his hand under the desk. “Here, love. Take what you need.”

You hesitate, your gaze shifting to Theodore. He catches your eye and gives you a reassuring nod. “Go on, Y/N. We don’t want you starving.”

With a grateful smile, you take Lorenzo’s offered hand, your lips parting to let your teeth graze his fingertips. He doesn’t flinch, accustomed to the sensation by now. You start feeding, the familiar warmth and taste of his blood flooding your senses. The hunger begins to abate, but guilt seeps in to replace it.

After a moment, you pull away, licking the last traces of blood from your lips. “Thank you,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.

Lorenzo squeezes your hand gently. “It’s alright, Y/N. Really. You don’t have to feel bad about it.”

But you do. Every time. You lean into Lorenzo’s side, your head resting on his shoulder in a silent apology. He wraps an arm around you, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your arm.

Theodore shifts closer, his knee brushing against yours under the desk. “You need to stop worrying so much,” he says quietly, his voice a calming presence. “We’ve told you before, we don’t mind.”

You sigh, turning your head to look at him. “I know, Theo. But I just… I hate having to rely on you two like this. It feels wrong.”

“It’s not wrong,” Theodore insists, his eyes fierce. “It’s who you are. And we love you for it. All of it. Feeding and all.”

Lorenzo nods in agreement. “Exactly. We’d rather you feed on us than suffer. It’s not a burden, Y/N. We’re here for you.”

You smile, a small, tentative thing. “I’m lucky to have you both.”

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The rest of the lesson passes uneventfully, the three of you wrapped in your own little world. When the bell finally rings, you gather your things and head to the Great Hall for lunch. Lorenzo and Theodore stay close, their presence a constant comfort.

As you sit down at the Slytherin table, you can’t help but notice the curious glances from your classmates. You’re used to it by now—the whispered conversations, the speculative looks. Being in a relationship with two of the most popular boys in your year naturally draws attention. But today, the looks seem more intense, more focused.

David Clark leans over from his spot across the table, a smirk playing on his lips. “Feeding in class again, Y/N? Honestly, you’re going to give poor Enzo and Theo a reputation.”

You bristle, but Theodore speaks up before you can respond. “Mind your own business, Clark.” he says coolly. “We don’t care what you think.”

Lorenzo nods, his expression calm but firm. “Y/N’s our priority, not your gossip.”

David’s smirk falters, and he turns back to his lunch, muttering under his breath. You relax, grateful for their support.

As the meal progresses, you feel the lingering guilt from earlier fading away, replaced by a warm sense of belonging. Lorenzo and Theodore’s unwavering support means everything to you, and you’re determined to show them how much you appreciate it.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

After lunch, the three of you head to the library to study. As you settle into a secluded corner, you can’t resist the urge to be close to them. You curl up next to Lorenzo, your head resting on his shoulder, while your hand finds Theodore’s under the table.

“Comfy?” Lorenzo asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Very,” you reply, nuzzling closer. “Thank you for earlier. Both of you.”

Theodore squeezes your hand. “Anytime, love. We mean it.”

Lorenzo leans down to press a kiss to your temple. “We’d do anything for you, Y/N. You know that.”

Your heart swells with affection, and you tighten your grip on Theodore’s hand. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too,” they say in unison, their voices a soothing balm to your soul.

The rest of the afternoon passes in a comfortable silence, the three of you lost in your studies. Every now and then, you glance up to find one or both of them watching you with soft smiles, their eyes filled with love and devotion. It’s in these moments that you realize just how lucky you are—to have found two people who accept you completely, who don’t just tolerate your needs but embrace them.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

As the sun sets and the library begins to empty, you finally pack up your things and head back to the Slytherin common room. The day has been long, but with Lorenzo and Theodore by your side, you feel like you can handle anything.

Once inside the common room, you collapse onto the couch, pulling them down with you. “I’m so tired,” you admit, stifling a yawn.

“Then rest,” Lorenzo says, his hand stroking your hair. “We’ll be right here.”

Theodore nods, his fingers laced with yours. “Always.”

You close your eyes, a contented smile on your lips. Surrounded by their warmth and love, you drift off to sleep, knowing that no matter what challenges lie ahead, you’ll never face them alone.

[s9fti3]

Mattheo Riddle had thought of you in many different ways. How you were one of his best friends. That you would always be by his side. What you looked like in green. What you would look like in his tie as i makes you look at yourself in the mirror as tears filled your eyes. How you would always take note for him when he skipped of fell asleep in class. What you would be like if you were his girlfriend.

[milunalupin]

— 11:49pm

harry potter x reader ★ 148 words

"Harry James Potter!"

Another snore came from your boyfriend, his face squished into his pillow and a trickle of drool escaping him. You shook his shoulder lightly, smiling fondly as he snorted once more before blinking his eyes open.

"Hm?"

"You're snoring and I can't hear the movie."

"Just turn it up, it's fine." he mumbled and nuzzled back into his pillow, pulling the covers up under his chin. You wanted to melt at the sight of your sleepy boy but a light scoff left you instead, your eyebrows raising.

"Then you're gonna get mad at me for waking you up."

Harry sighed and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you close. "You're already woke me up, my love!"

He opened one eyes to see a small pout on your adorable face, your thumb pressing into the volume up button a few times. The calming soundtrack of the movie let him fall back to sleep in a few short minutes, you joining him not long after.

[deadghosy]

“Support”

HUFFLEPUFF OC X M! SLYTHERIN READER

Dynamic: strangers to friends to soulmates

Prompt: Every Slytherin needs their emotional support Hufflepuff.

Warning: fluff

Word count: 2k+

“Every Slytherin needs their emotional support hufflepuff.” THAT’S what you heard once, but you never believed it. You never did. You didn’t need no support, you got yourself to pass howgarts. You got your cunning charms to get through trouble. But you always think back to the quote. Sometimes you even heard a Slytherin say it their self. It made you gag, maybe it was just you being a hater for love. But you always thought maybe no one would be a perfect suit for you. You mostly made it hard for anyone to court you. Hell, you turned down people during Slytherin parties. Pansy was sick of you just being an anti romantic, always saying to "let loose or you’re going to die old." You rolled your eyes at what she said. Not giving a single care in the world at least.

Today was like every other day. Waking up, getting dressed, go eat breakfast, and then go to studies. You were eating breakfast as mattheo was beside you making jokes with the others. The riddle brother looked towards you curiously. “Sooo when are you gonna tell us about your boyfriend mate.” What he said almost made you choke on your biscuit. “What?!” You said with a glare, Mattheo only smirked his signature smirk. “Y’know, that hufflepuff that always glance at you?” He rested his body against the table, using one finger to point at the hufflepuff table. You looked over to see a blonde haired boy, perfect blue eyes stare into your own colored eyes. He seemed to see that you saw him as he looked down quickly to his plate. He failed miserably to look as if he wasn’t looking at you. Scrunching up your face, you turned to mattheo who was laughing and nudging your side. “I sense loveeee” you slap his head making him flinch and shut up.

In charms class, you were taking notes of charms you could possibly study for later. Not noticing a certain blonde boy looking at you with admiration. A smile tugged the side of his lips as he looked up from his own book and stared at the beauty in front of him. The poor boy was whipped for the Slytherin male beside him. He didn’t know he had a thing for Slytherins, but this snake caught his eyes like a beautiful fruit in a tree. He always admired you from afar, scared to even make a move ever since 2nd year. You felt his stare immediately, glancing at him slowly using your eyes. You caught the sight of the handsome blonde hufflepuff, and he looked like as if he was struck. “What.” You said quite harshly, turning your attention towards him instead of your notes. He quickly broke out of his love gaze at you only to stammer his words. Finding a hard time to give an excuse on why he was staring at you. You rolled your eyes not having time to listen to this certain hufflepuff. The boy sighed and looked away, not before stealing another glance at you.

You went back slowly taking notes, honestly you hated the feeling of people staring at you. It made your skin crawl. Making it seem as if everyone Is judging your every move. Every single move you make, as if they are saying “What a weirdo.” The only way to distract yourself was to take notes and keep your head low. Leg bouncing impatiently, you bite at the dead skin of your lip. “What charm makes the target blend in to the surroundings” Professor Flitwick says. Standing on a small stool due to his small body. His eyes glaze over his students before making contact with a certain Slytherin student. You. “Mr. L/N?” You jolted seeing everyone was staring at you. “What charm is it?” Professor Flitwick asks you, you start to feel your palms sweat and your head spin at the attention. Eyes, eyes everywhere. “I..uh..uhm..” you tried to pick a random charm spell as a guess. That’s when a piece of small paper slid beside you out of no where with a small pst. It read "Disillusionment". So you said it out loud and the small professor nodded satisfied and continued the lecture.

You bite the inside of your cheek and look to your side of where the hufflepuff boy was at. He was already looking at you with a thumbs up at you. Your eyes widen connecting the dots that he was the one that slid the paper to you.

He smiled at you, his blue eyes shining in the light making them look even brighter. You quickly turned away with an awkward face. “What the hell?” You thought. You didn’t know him? So why did he help you..your leg kept bouncing as you were sat beside him. Soon it was time to leave the suffering class. You grabbed your bag and headed out, not noticing the certain blue eyed boy was watching your every move. Cedric chuckled at his fellow housemate who seemed intrigued in the Slytherin male. “Woah mate, didn’t know you had a thing for snakes!” He teased with a laugh, putting his arm around his shoulders. Luka’s face went red a bit before shrugging off the quidditch player. “Stop it…I just think he’s rather..alluring.”

But he found you more than alluring.

It was that day when you fully acknowledged him. In transfiguration class. You sat beside the same student you sat by in charms. Without even knowing that Luka had to fight others to sit by you. Poor boy pushed a ravenclaw out of the way back in 3rd year to sit next to you first. Luka sat down, messing with the sleeves of his cloaks. He felt nervous for some reason. He didn’t know what, but he felt like he needed to actually try and talk to you. So that’s what he tried to do. As you were trying beetles into buttons, he cleared his throat. He looked at you to see that you used an avifor spell on a quill. Turning it into a dove as it flaps around the class. “Sooo what’s your favorite color?” He asked with an awkward smile . You glanced at him before turning at the dove that flapped around. “Green. Simple as that.” You gave off a blunt answer which made the blonde male frown. “Well, mine is yellow. But I think green suits you well.” He smiled at you still, not giving you on trying. It seemed to work as you looked at him amused. “Really now?” He nodded excitedly. “Really! I think it suits you and brings out your charms.”

Soon you were starting to enjoy the conversation between the hufflepuff and yourself. You thought he was a little weird, which still stood in your opinion. But he was actually adorable. You laughed at a dumb joke he made, smiling at your laugh. “Your laugh is beautiful..” you paused your laughter, shocked at his words. He realized what he said as his heart spoke before his own brain. “I mean! It’s just I never heard you laugh and..it sounded so angelic..” he slowed his speech the more he talked. He couldn’t help that you had taken his heart. But it was too perfect for you as usual. You heard a snicker behind you, it was a snicker you always knew. An asshole snicker. You used your peripheral vision seeing a certain gryffindor pointing at you and laughing with their buddies. Your jaw lock, eyes narrowing at how it was obvious on what was going on. Luka noticed and frown turning his head at the certain Gryffindor.

Luka moved his hand smoothly onto your shoulder. “Hey..don’t let them get to you.” See Luka knew between the history of the house rivalry between the Gryffindors and Slytherins. He found them dumb and just wanted every house to get together in a friendly manner. But he knew it wouldn’t even happen. “That bastard thinks he can just laugh at me..he doesn’t even bloody know me!” You hissed at Luka who seemed to sigh, letting go of your shoulder. “Please don’t take it out at me mate.” You kept a sharp look, but it softened when he asked you. So you scoffed but nodded. He smiled at you listening him, it made him feel bubbly inside. But that bubbly feeling faltered as he seen the Gryffindor make a small snark. “Poor Slytherin having pity part with a hufflepuff. Poor Luka, y’know bud you don’t have to be so soft towards that pathetic snake!” The student yelled out loud. Making some of the classmates laugh along. Luka’s jaw locked at the words that came out the damned mouth of the student.

You quickly turned around whipping your dark wood wand at the damned gryffindor who dared to test you. The student screamed as their world seemed now small, as now they were turned into a pig. Laughter erupted in class whilst you smirked. “Oh wow! Look at that, you turned into what you always were..a pig.” You had a hand to your cheek with a sadist smile. Luka chuckled behind his hand, his blue eyes showing amusement. The Gryffindor that was now turned into a pig squealed and was rushing at you with anger. You pulled out your wand ready to depulso that filthy creature away from you. But Luka had other plans as his big grabbed you by your waist and covered you with his body. He wasn’t taking any chances with you getting hurt. It felt as though this moment was in slow motion, Luka’s serious face as his body covered you perfectly. Luka seemed prepared to feel a pig rush at him only to hear a certain professor clear her throat. You two look to see professor McGonagall having the Gryffindor by their ear. “I would love an explanation for this.” She said tugging on the student’s ear who seemed to glare at you. Before you or the Gryffindor could speak, Luka spoke first. “This idiot had verbal harassed my friend. So I turned him into a pig to see how it felt to be embarrassed.” The blonde said with a clear voice. You were shocked at you didn’t think he would take the blame for you. Professor McGonagall raised a brow, looking at you. “Is this true Mr. L/N?” She asked, looking at you. You slowly nodded going along with this whole lie. McGonagall only sighed and nodded.

“Mr. Sweetleaf, I must say I’m honestly disappointed in you..I expected high expectations from you. But this? This shall not pass. 10 points from hufflepuff.” Profesor McGonagall said towards the hufflepuff next to you that you now know the name of. Luca Sweetleaf. The hufflepuff that stood up for you. And now he had detention because of your anger.

The next morning, you had threatened to know where the detention hall was at. You never been there, well almost but you never made the cut to. The thoughts of how someone actually felt the need to protect you felt weird. You kept pacing outside of the detention room. Biting on your nails nervously as you looked at your watch. That bastard Sweetleaf really took the fall for you. Why did he do it? You knew hufflepuffs were loyal, but you didn’t know this hufflepuff was that loyal. It was you who turned that prick into a pig, so why did he take the fall?? It didn’t make sense. You huffed and gripped your hair frustrated. You didn’t notice Luca exiting the detention room. He raised a brow at you, you looked deep in thought. With slow walks he gently took your hands out of your hair with a soft look. You looked up at him, snapping out of your thoughts. Your breathing was a bit harsh from the overwhelming thoughts on how, just how someone can be nice. “You okay?” He asked, his voice velvety. Feeling your breath hitch, he smiled that soft awkward smile. “I-I’m fine you idiot!” You pulled your hands harshly out of his hold.

He frowned at your reaction. He nodded seeing how you were acting though, putting his hands neatly together. He watched you closely to see you were still frantic. It almost broke his heart seeing you like this. “What’s wrong…” he said lowly, but it was so soft that it could calm you down. And it did. You slowly breathed normally, your heart beating softly. “..why did you do it?” You asked with a suspicious look. He moved a little closer, but not close to invade your space at all. “Do what?” God his voice was too good. You blinked surprised at the thought. Luka’s head was tilted, his eyes begging for an answer. Clearing your throat you crossed your arms. “Taking the blame for me..that’s what you did.” It seemed to click in his head as he smiled. “Is that what this is about?” You nodded eagerly.

“Why did you even take the fall? I don’t know you, I mean I do now. But still! I’m a stranger to you and—” you couldn’t finish your sentence as he opened his mouth. “But you aren’t a stranger!” He raised his voice, surprising you. Taking a deep breath, he ran his hand through his blonde hair as he kept eye contact towards you. “I…I’ve known you from afar, yeah it may seem creepy. But for God’s sake, you always seem to pull me in. Something always yell for me to protect you! To make you happy and smile..” he said, looking like a desperate man. His eyes showed admiration and affection. Something people don’t look like that at you. You could feel heat creep upon your face. Swallowing the thump in your throat, about to counter his words, but he shook his head no. Already knowing you will try to be stubborn and kept scolding him. You gave him a face that clearly read “wtf”

Luca sighed, holding your body close to his own warm body. He didn’t understand why you were acting stubborn. Yeah maybe you almost got in trouble, but he took most of the blame. Leaving you scott free from any detention. “Listen miłość. I’m fine, I didn’t want you to get in trouble because of some git.” You scoffed and push yourself away only for him to grab your arm and pull you towards him again. Your eyes widen to see how serious he looked. His warm breath hitting your face. He smelt like honey and cinnamon. “Stop it.” His voice low and serious. His eyes narrowed into slits, he took a low breath. “I want you to understand I care for you deeply. And I would die for you to even understand how far I’ll go for you to understand.” Your eyes widen, looking down and then looking up at him. You couldn’t help but sigh and nod. “Fine…” you said finally.

He smiled at you, finally letting go of your arm. “Good..now let’s go get some butterbeers..I’m thirsty.” He chuckled walking ahead as he pulls your hand. You roll your eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile at the hufflepuff in front of you. Maybe he is your emotional support.

[roselilies]

[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[thatboisus]

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

[mcntsee]

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

[theodorenmyth]

Paring of t.n & m.r x reader

They’re a ten but they can’t stop having their hands on you and can’t stop being protective

-🏳️‍🌈

Unbreakable Bonds

Pairings : Mattheo Riddle x M! Reader x Theodore Nott

Summary : In the depths of Hogwarts' mysterious nights, you find solace in the unyielding presence of Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle. Their protective touch and unwavering loyalty become your anchors amid the chaos. As the three of you navigate the complexities of your intertwined lives, a sudden disturbance calls for urgent action, reinforcing the strength of your unbreakable bond. Through whispers of affection and promises of protection, you realize that with them, you can face anything.

A/n : I just wanna say tysm for 300 followers!! I will be writing some SB headcanons later on, so stay tuned!! Also, should I make some of my own ocs for the ravenclaw boys? And maybe for hufflepuff? Leave your suggestions in the comments. Enjoy! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Warnings) : nothing!

Word count : 900+

The moon cast a soft, silvery glow over the Hogwarts grounds, bathing the castle in an ethereal light. The cool breeze of the night rustled the leaves of the Forbidden Forest, creating a soothing symphony of nature. You walked between Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle, feeling the comforting presence of their protective auras.

Theodore’s hand was a constant weight at the small of your back, his touch both possessive and gentle. Mattheo’s fingers intertwined with yours, his grip firm and reassuring. It was a familiar scene, the three of you often found solace in each other’s company during the late hours, away from the prying eyes of the school.

“You’re going to wear them out, Theo,” Mattheo teased, a smirk playing on his lips. He glanced at you, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief.

Theodore gave a nonchalant shrug, his gaze softening as it rested on you. “Can’t help it. Need to make sure they’re safe,” he replied, his voice a low murmur.

You laughed softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “I think I can manage a stroll through the grounds without getting into trouble.”

Mattheo chuckled, shaking his head. “With you, trouble seems to find us whether we want it or not.”

“And yet you both stick around,” you retorted, squeezing Mattheo’s hand.

“Can’t say no to an adventure,” Mattheo responded, his smile widening.

The three of you continued your walk, the silence between you comfortable and filled with unspoken understanding. The bond you shared was unique, a mixture of deep friendship and something more profound that you couldn’t quite put into words. Theodore and Mattheo were your anchors, their presence a constant in the ever-changing world of Hogwarts.

As you reached the Black Lake, you sat down on the grassy bank, feeling the cool earth beneath you. Theodore and Mattheo flanked you, their bodies a reassuring presence on either side. Theodore’s arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you closer, while Mattheo’s thumb brushed the back of your hand in slow, soothing circles.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be normal?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Theodore’s grip tightened slightly, his eyes darkening. “Normal is overrated. Besides, I’d miss this,” he said, his tone laced with conviction.

Mattheo nodded in agreement. “Normal wouldn’t suit us. We thrive in the chaos.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. “I suppose you’re right. But sometimes, I wish we could just be... us, without all the complications.”

Theodore’s hand cupped your cheek, turning your face to look at him. His gaze was intense, filled with an emotion that took your breath away. “We are us. Complications and all. And I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Mattheo leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “We’ll always be together, no matter what. That’s a promise.”

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment. The warmth of their bodies, the steady rhythm of their breaths, and the unspoken vows that bound you together. It was all you needed.

The peace of the moment was shattered by the distant sound of footsteps approaching. You tensed, but Theodore’s arm tightened around you, his protective instincts kicking in.

“Who’s there?” he called out, his voice steady and commanding.

A figure emerged from the shadows, revealing none other than Draco Malfoy. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of the three of you huddled together. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your little gathering,” he drawled, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Mattheo narrowed his eyes, his grip on your hand tightening. “What do you want, Draco?”

Draco smirked, his gaze flickering between you and your companions. “Just thought you’d want to know that there’s been some... disturbances in the Forbidden Forest. Dumbledore’s ordered everyone back to their dorms.”

You exchanged a glance with Theodore and Mattheo, a silent agreement passing between you. “Thanks for the heads-up,” Theodore said curtly.

Draco shrugged, turning to leave. “Just doing my part. Don’t get caught.”

As soon as he was out of earshot, Mattheo turned to you, his expression serious. “We should head back. Can’t afford to get into trouble tonight.”

You nodded, standing up and brushing the dirt off your clothes. Theodore and Mattheo were instantly at your sides, their hands finding their familiar places on your body. The walk back to the castle was quick, the urgency of the situation adding a sense of purpose to your steps.

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Once inside, you made your way to the Slytherin common room, the dim lighting casting long shadows on the stone walls. The room was empty, the other students presumably already in their dorms. You sat down on one of the plush sofas, feeling the tension slowly leave your body.

Theodore sat beside you, his arm once again around your shoulders. Mattheo took his place on your other side, his hand finding yours. “Safe and sound,” Mattheo murmured, his voice soft.

“Thanks to both of you,” you replied, leaning into Theodore’s embrace.

Theodore pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Always.”

Mattheo’s fingers brushed your cheek, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “We’ll protect you. No matter what.”

You looked between the two of them, your heart swelling with emotion. “I know. And I’m grateful.”

Theodore’s lips curved into a rare smile. “We’re a team. Always have been, always will be.”

Mattheo nodded, his eyes shining with sincerity. “Nothing can break us.”

You leaned back, feeling the weight of their words settle in your heart. The future was uncertain, filled with challenges and unknowns, but with Theodore and Mattheo by your side, you knew you could face anything.

[nottsangel]

HP — NSFW + SFW DAYDREAMS

a collection of all the nsfw + sfw thoughts people have shared with me.

main masterlist

— THEO NOTT

NSFW

drunk hookup with ex-boyfriend!theo

theo blackmailing you when you want to break up

toxic!theo and choking

theo putting his cold hands between your legs

theo eating you out

possessive!theo seeing men flirt with you

theo falling asleep with his hand cupping your cunt

cockwarming theo in the common room

corruption kink with toxic!theo

toxic ex-boyfriend!theo getting jealous

best friend!theo fucking you better than your bf

theo spanking you

theo being rough and gentle at the same time

cockwarming theo while he smokes

theo eating you out while jerking himself off

theo comforting you after a bad test

SFW

casual dominance with theo

being in a not friends but not dating stage with theo

theo and pregnant reader

going to bed with theo

theo calls you a slut and apologises

— DRACO MALFOY

NSFW

sub!draco being embarrassed of his moans

perv!roommate!draco

draco wearing grey sweatpants

SFW

stay-at-home dad!draco

— DRAGONOTT

rough theo and soft draco

another rough theo and soft draco

— FRED WEASLEY

NSFW

enemies to lovers with fred

fred being a perv

fred fucking you in the burrow

soft sex with fred

fred getting jealous

SFW

fred trying different accents

fred and his slytherin girl

fred getting touchy after a quidditch match/practice

— GEORGE WEASLEY

NSFW

george pounding into you when you’re on top

george getting off to eating you out

SFW

baking with george

sitting on george’s lap

praising george after a quidditch match/practice

— HARRY POTTER

NSFW

harry being whiny and moany in bed

harry loving his s/o sitting on his face

— MATTHEO RIDDLE

NSFW

cockwarming mattheo while doing his makeup

mirror sex with mattheo

SFW

mattheo being obsessed with you

— RON WEASLEY

NSFW

sub!ron cumming in his pants

— LORENZO BERKSHIRE

SFW

lorenzo having control over you

bsf!lorenzo comforting you after a break up

fuck buddy!lorenzo falling for you

© rafesmuse.tumblr 2023. do not copy, translate or claim any of my writing or works as your own.

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COULD U DO MATTHEO X F READER DURING HER OVULATION WEEK AND SHES SUPER NEEDY AND HORNY? (Pls I’m ovulating and craving ur fics so bad babe😭🙏🧎🏼‍♀️)

I love how feral this is lmfao -

𝐍𝐨 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐬 | 𝐌.𝐑.

Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Established Relationship, Dark Fic, Violence, Language, Mention of drugs and alcohol, Slight fluff, Public Affections, Possessiveness, Smut (+18), Dirty Talk, Touch starvation, Fingering, Humping, Grinding, Whining, Sub/Dom Undertones, Blood Kink, Fighting Kink?, Squirting, Major Degradation, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink, Slight Humiliation Kink

The night is deep, and the dungeon is dim as a few sunken eyes peer curiously at you while you make your way through the crowd. Seeing you emerge from within the walls of your private dorm room was a rare and curious sight for everyone involved. It was especially rare for you to embed yourself amongst your fellow pupils shenanigans, seeing yourself as above such baseless devilment.

You were not here for them.

You were scanning the crowd for him because an unfamiliar warmth had been festering inside your stomach and it had propelled your feet forward, until you reached the very centre of the Slytherin soiree commencing in the common room.

Your core is still aching with the after affects of your fingers as you manoeuvre your way through the party. You were touching yourself under satin sheets only moments ago-spurred on by the imaginings of his bloodied fingers slipping inside you, stabbing your cunt until you mewled like a useless whore and he affirmed you as such. His recklessness and delinquency cracked something vital in your brain and you felt yourself get wetter as you pushed through the crowd. You needed him to touch you, your body practically burned for him to absolutely ruin you, and you set out to do just that.

Although you had turned down a concoction of Firewhiskey from an already inebriated Ravenclaw student, your stomach burns with the anticipation of seeing him.

Feeling him.

Smelling his near constant fragrance of Firewhiskey along his lips. You were never clingy but you wished for nothing more than to be in the presence of your insufferable and clingy boyfriend.

A month into your courtship, and you had failed to bring up how much of his habits bypass all sensibilities in your brain. If only he knew how much his recklessness brought about an unmistakable moisture in between your thighs. That,coupled with his bruised and bloody knuckles, spurred on your need, especially during this time of the month.

It had been easy to maintain your composure throughout the rest of the month, effortless, even. Detachment and independence was a by-product of your personality, showing up in the way you shied away from Mattheo's public affections and always appearing uninterested in any of his verbal charms.

One such occasion; you had found him taking up purchase on your bed after an incredibly tiresome day as a Slytherin prefect.

"Make yourself scarce, Riddle. I'm not in the mood," He, of course, was delighted in your indifference- truthfully, he basked in it. Mattheo was somewhat of a masochist, craving the attention of someone so emotionally detached. The very second he noticed how unaffected you appeared with his shenanigans. He might as well have transfigured into a mermaid, because he was hooked.

"How easy you are to repel my affections," He said, letting a bandaged hand fall on his chest as he lay supine like a starfish on your Satin sheets, "How swiftly you deny my companionship-"

"Dont you have any orphans to torture?"

You mourn the past you... how indifferent she had been.

How utterly in control!

The bed dipped as he slithered closer, letting a hand rest on your shoulders as he began to knead the tense muscle there.

"Don't I get a 'How was your day, Riddle?' How did you sleep, Riddle? How did you acquire these bruises, Riddle, and I hope you looked hot doing it, Riddle" it was then that you glanced at the hand on your shoulder. Busted knuckles bred bloodied and broken skin. Riddle's hand was a smorgasbord of cuts and bruises that disappeared up his black, cotton sleeve shirt. You ignored the useless warmth knotting in your core as you continued to undo your shoelaces.

"I needn't ask you because I know you were in the centre of yet another degenerate fight," you had said, burying all the feelings of need amongst your usual, scholarly distractions.

"You love it"

"I hate it actually. It makes me question my affiliation with you.

"You say that princess, but you secretly love it"

You did love it, and right now, distracting yourself is not an option. You watch with bated breath as the object of your affections walks into the Slytherin common rooms. There are plenty of bodies swaying in the dungeons illuminated by various Ravenclaws who have casted Lumos

You see Riddle across the room, head thrown back while he nursed a cup of Firewhiskey. When his head comes back, he sees you too, he raises his cup and he pushes himself off the wall to lessen the distance between you. Your legs certainly achieve a quicker gait as you push past the swaying bodies and soon enough you're bombarded by firewhiskey, with an undercurrent of sweat and leather.

The second you’re close, Riddle lowers his cup on the desk, already having his explanations ready for the impending combat. "If you think I'm gonna let you take my freedom away again, you’re fucking crazy. I'm barely buzzed and I'm getting drunk, or high by the end of this night and there's nothing you-" But your fist is already digging into the softness of his button up shirt and your lips are open as you force them onto his.

Right there, in the open.

Mattheo is naturally stunned, possibly discombobulated.

Had he really gotten higher than he thought?

Did that fucking Hufflepuff make him a stepped on joint?

Frankly, he couldn't care less, and as the shock of it all wore down, and he could feel you begin to slip away, Mattheo slithers his battered hand around your waist and pulls you impossibly close. He smirks into the kiss, as he brings his hand up, fingers gliding across your collarbone, while the other hand lingers around your waist.

"What happened to your hand?" It is a question that threatens to burst the bubble established between the two of you. Why would you ask him this? Why would you bring him back to the events of earlier today when you were so prettily malleable in his hands right now?

"Nothing,"

"Matt..." You say, clouding your words with innuendo, which has him looking up at you with furrowed brows.

"Nott," Is all he says before he buries himself in the crook of your neck. His proximity awakens something animalistic inside of you, it pushes you to the depths of your lascivious desires and has you melting right there on the dance floor. All around you, fellow Slytherins continue to sway to the beat, letting the thrum of the enchanted muggle music speak for them. You throw your head back, gasping at the overwhelming need pooling in your core as Riddle begins to send reckless kisses down your collarbone, all while you imagine beating another guy silly. You blame your cycle. You blame your body. You blame every single hormone responsible for allowing you to emit such a wanton moan so openly in the very centre of a crowd.

"Who do I have to kill in order to get this reaction out of you everyday?" Mattheo is panting, with his hazel eyes dilated (whether from pleasure or substance, you might never know). Who do I have to curse in order to get you to be this slutty for me every single day?" His breathing is shallow and audible, even through all the noise. Mattheo's mind is foggy and the party guests are reduced to a memory. The only image he's able to conjure up is his lips between your wet folds - his tongue eager to find the source of your need while you moaned above him and kneaded your own breasts in a slutty haze.

"I need you, Mattheo," it was fucking infuriating to admit but the wetness has completely soaked through your underwear and a fresh scar is present in the corner of Mattheo's eye. There's a slight red smudge under his nose, and his knuckles are red and angry at the best of your neck, cradling your head close to his.

"Say that again-"

"What? No, I will not fucking-"

Mattheo's grip on your neck immediately unhooks and he detangles your limbs but before he ventures any furthers you're pulling him down to you and with your lips to Mattheo's greedy ears you angrily mutter, "I fucking need you. I need you really badly,"

He stares in your desperate, dark eyes with wonder and awe before letting your wrist be enclosed by his iron grip. Soon, you're being dragged through a Slytherin party with a boy adjusting the front lf his pants and barking orders at the drunken strangers to move before they fucking died.

Just as you succeed in cutting through the crowd a voice stops both of you in your tracks.

"I'm going to fucking kill you, Riddle," the voice booms from over the thumping bass of whatever muggle music was enchanted over the dungeon. Mattheo's gaze cuts away from you, but before he turns completely away, a slow Cheshire cat grin curls at the ends of his lips.

"That threat has grown so unimaginably tedious after years of overuse, Theo but I can't do this right now-" His sentence has already been cut short by an audible blow to his lower jaw. Theo Nott blocked your path towards the darkened hallway, leading to your dorm room and you're left wholly unsatisfied as Mattheo is sent barreling backwards. He lets go of your hand, stopping to wipe the wetness at the corners of his lips and checking to see if it's blood. It is. And something scratches inside of you.

The Prefect inside you wants to intervene but an even darker part of you tells you not to.

Theo is livid, and his wide chest rises and falls as he descends on Mattheo,

"Why the fuck am I being told by Draco of all people, that I can't play Keeper because I'm stuck in the hospital wing-"

"Theo, I really don't have the time for this-" Mattheo begins, but Theo cuts him short,

"Are you trying to steal my fucking place, Riddle?"

Mattheo's voice is leveled as he raises his fingers and says, "Okay, first off, yeah, I am. Obviously I'm trying to take your place. You're a shit Keeper and secondly, I've got somewhere to be," Theo's barreling towards Mattheo once more.

A silly, borderline maniacal smirk explodes on Riddle's face before he makes the shotgun decision to charge and lands a punch at Theo's jaw, allowing for the taller boy to stagger backwards. Your shoulders jump, and you flinch at the sickening sound as you watch with a wide gaze as Mattheo nurses his hurt hand. Theo is a raging bull, but Draco appears from the crowd, with a firm grip on Theo's shoulder. A stern, quiet reprimand.

At the exact same moment, Mattheo's hand finds yours and he smirks as he stalks past Nott, wiping away at his chin as he leads you towards your dorm.

The quietness within is almost jarring compared to the noise out there and as soon as the door closes, Mattheo's lips descend on your neck, "I know, I know," He sighs heavily, as he brings his hand up to your shoulder, "I’m sorry. I just hope I haven't ruined the vibe-"

"I want your fingers inside me, Riddle." He stills at your quiet command, and you leave him standing by the door as you pad over to your bed. "I don't know why, but I just need you, okay? And my own fingers aren't quite doing the trick and I keep thinking about how fucking crazy you are and-", You sigh as you sit at the foot of the bed. Lifting the skirt of your dress, Mattheo watches in the dimness of your room as you venture your fingers under your dress and hook them into your panties. He walks towards you, propelling the wings of the butterflies in your stomach.

All he says is, "Which hand?" He doesn't know why he asks, but he does and his voice is barely above a whisper as he hopes you pick the right answer. His cock twitches in his underwear at the thought of seeing his blood on your skin.

Mattheo stops in between your legs, causing the fabric of the dress to rise while a breeze drifts over your soaked pussy. You bend forward and reach for his bloodied hand.

"I want your fingers inside me,"

Mattheo's resolve immediately snaps and his hands grip tightly at your hips, pushing you backwards and exposing your wet core to him.

"You're fucking dripping through the sheets like a slut- you're a fucking slut,"

Excitement. It rushes through you like a wave of magma at the neediness in his own voice.

Matheo rushes to rid both of you of the excess fabric, casting Evansco, until all he can see is your warm, glistening skin.

"Oh my fuck-" Mattheo's voice cracks as he stares down at your aching cunt, his fingers almost instinctively rubbing over the wetness.

"Touch your breasts," He commands, "I wanna see you do it,"

Your eyes pierce into his dark ones as you bring a shaky hand up towards your puckered nipples. The smallest brush elicits a violent streak of pleasure which would have occupied your entire mind were it not for Mattheo's long fingers already stabbing into your dripping cunt.

"Fuck, you're so wet," He whines, unconsciously burying his hips into the sheets at the foot of your bed as he watches. He is utterly transfixed by his middle and ring finger disappearing into your cunt. Every time they sink deeper your mind gets filled with images of Riddle's unrest and violence. You're utterly wrecked with the thought of his bloodied fingers being inside you, touching the most private parts of you.

"Pick up the pace, Riddle,"

"Shut the fuck up," He mumbles as he takes his time in exploring the very depths of you. Your voice soars to higher octaves as you feel your first orgasm cresting quite literally against your will. How utterly embarrassing, to cum so quickly.

"You're fucking squeezing my fingers- fuck-" You're desperately humping at his hand, hoping your hips might achieve the feat of sinking his fingers further into you. "You're humping my hand so fucking well." His cock aches as he continues to grind it into the sheets, in tandem with your swollen cunt taking his fingers.

"Are you seriously going to cum so soon? Are you that desperate to get fucked-" Your cunt spasms around his fingers and you're moaning as you squeeze your sensitive breasts, already soaring to the heights of your orgasm. Your screams rival the music outside but Riddle never tells you to keep quiet, instead he watches with hungry eyes as your body melts into its orgasm.

"Look at what the fuck you've done," Mattheo's words have you slowly coming back to earth, but not quite... his voice is heavy with lust as you raise yourself by your elbows. Your stomach sinks as you watch Mattheo, he's frozen in front of you, with his head lowered and his gaze on his palm.

"I-I'm sorry-" Your sheets were soaked with your release, leaving a visible damp spot. You squirted everywhere.

"You're gonna do that on my cock," before you can comprehend your words Mattheo already has his cock positioned at your wet folds.

"I'm going to fucking cum inside you and you're going to take it, yeah?" The serious shadow in his darkened eyes hold no room for negotiation, you'd never seen Mattheo quite this serious because seriousness just didn't run in his bloodstream. However, he's utterly ruined by your neediness, needing to take advantage of your compliance before it slipped through his fingers.

"Oh my fuck- Mattheo!"He pulls your hips towards the edge of the bed and his cock forces itself through your folds, until Mattheo is quite literally fucking you with reckless abandon.

"Matt- I can't-'' You're still riding on the sensitivity of your previous high and you think Mattheo could be a little mindful of this but his goal, it seems, is to leave you overstimulated.

"You can," he mumbles, with his eyes squeezing shut before he quickly opens them, wanting to see every emotion flowing over your face.

"You're a slut but you're not a useless slut, are you?" You tits bounce with every movement of Mattheo's hips, and you're shaking your head despite the fog. Your cunt is squeezing the life out of his cock and you feel him pushing at a very sensitive part of you.

Your head is buried in the pillows as your back arches and you swallow him deeper.

Mattheo bends forward, his hips quickening into a needy, restless rut as his teeth sink into the skin around your nipples.

"FUCK-" The pain bleeds into pleasure which streams into your next orgasm. Riddle moans around your skin, suckling at your nipple while he fucked you like he is as touch starved as you are.

"I'm cumming, Matt-" The fact that you're still able to form words is a complete and utter mystery because, not a second later, you're exploding around his cock. A gushing, clear liquid rushes through you while your lips chant his name like a prayer.

"I'm going to fucking breed you, baby- oh fuck, you're so pretty squirting around my cock-" the cracks in his voice; the desperation laced on every word has him cumming inside you, pushing his hips with every spurt of warmth.

You're still shuddering when Mattheo slumps over you. You're both huffing and puffing and basking in each other's release with his cock still very much inside you. "You're getting a contraception potion from Madame Pomfrey tomorrow," you can do nothing except nod as your satisfaction settles.

"I'll come with you," He says.

[s9fti3]

Theodore just adores pulling you in by your neck or tie to give kisses. Walking away to go to class and here he is grabbing you by the back of your neck to give you a kiss till you can’t breathe only for him to let go and kiss the top of your head before walking off as if he didn’t do a single thing to you. He is sinful and he knows it.

[ohwowimlonley]

ohhhh free use with poly!marauders would be something like the boys making it hard for reader to do watch a movie because they keep using her holes and passing her around. imagine the boys sitting in one couch and the reader is seated in remus' dick, waiting for him to cum until she is passed to the other boys 😵‍💫

Changed this a tiny bit to fit a bit better but here :) (btw its roommates!marauders)

Cw for free use/advanced consent

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You’re alone in your room, curled up in the corner of your bed, blanket covering your thighs as you finally start watching you’re favourite movie. It’s the middle of the day, so you’re the only one at home while the boys are out at work. See, you and your roommates had come to an agreement; they would go out to work and pay the rent and bills and buy groceries (and occasionally gifts for you), allowing you to spend your days as you please. In return, they ask for only one thing: your advanced consent.

Now, let’s not get silly here, you can always tell the boys no at any time, and they constantly remind you of that fact. All the agreement means is that they don’t have to ask you, and sometimes they pull you away from what you’re doing when they really need you. There are also a few rules in place. For example, you shouldn’t wear panties around the house (that is, excluding extenuating circumstances), and you shouldn’t touch yourself before asking for their help first.

Just as the plot starts to get good, your bedroom door creeks open. You jump, not expecting anyone to be home for at least and hour and a half, but relax when you see it’s only Remus. Once he determines you’re not in the middle of something vital, he pushes the rest of the way into your room. He doesn’t say a word to you just yet, just pulls his tshirt over his head and works on unzipping his jeans, pulling out his cock from his boxers and tugging on it.

“Rem! You’re home early,” you grin up at him, not bothering to ask him why, it doesn’t matter so long as he’s home. He makes a noncommital ‘hmph’ sound as he clambers up next to you, grasping at your him and turning you onto your stomach, letting your shirt rise up and expose your pussy to the room, still puffy from James using it this morning.

“Shush,” he grunts, but he doesn’t really mean it. He just wants to get inside you as quickly as he can, “boys’ll be home soon, wanna have you first,”

You go to respond, but Remus interrupts your train of thought by letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips onto the folds of your pussy and follows it with scraping his fingers through the stickiness. He wastes no time at all before slipping his cock into you, not going slow like he usually does to let you get used to his size.

You whine loudly at the burn his cock leaves you with, and while he doesn’t slow down he does set a soothing hand on the small of your back and bends over yiu to press a kiss to the bcak of your neck as he starts up his fast pace. It doesn’t take long for you to get used to the stretch, and you let your mouth drop open in a long, continuous moan.

You lose yourself in the sensations, almost forgetting about the movie still playing in the background as your roommate manhandles you all over your bed, using his full strength to let out his frustration on you. Remus hears the soft click of the front door opening, but you don’t, so you let out a confused whine when he pulls out of you.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothes, seating himself at the head of your bed and pulling you over his thighs, slipping himself back into you, “boys’re home, gotta make sure they don’t take my girl, huh?”

You don’t respond. You can’t, what with Remus slipping his fingers against your poor, aching clit. The door to your room is already wide open, so James and Sirius can see the two of you as soon as they get to the upstairs landing. James clears his throat and you whip your head around to see your two other roommates standing side by side, watching you take Remus’ cock. You make eye contact with Sirius, and he rolls his eyes playfully.

“Told you he’d get home first,” he jabs his elbow into James’ rib before taking his hand and sitting on the end of your bed with the other boy in tow.

“Your fault really, Pads,” he points out, then smiles up at you, shrugging his shoulders, “the boys were arguing this morning about who got to have you first when we got home,”

“I was gonna share with Jamesie here, but Moony’s a stinkin cheater,” the boy in question doesn’t pay them any attention, just renews his grip on your hips and brings them down to meet his own thrusts.

“Rem!” You protest, turning back towards him and putting your palms on his chest to keep your balance. You can feel him throbbing inside you, a telltale sign that he’s close, and thank goodness for that because you’re getting there too, and on days where they pass you back and forth like this, it’s best if you cum as little as possible in the beginning.

“Who’s it gonna be next, love?” James is always more careful with you, his voice always questioning, never demanding. This by no means indicates that he isn’t just as desperate as you. In fact, on days where it’s all three boys, theres never a time where he isn’t practically forcing his cock into you.

There’s no opportunity for you to even try to answer his question, because Remus is anchoring you to him and spurting his cum deep inside you.

Sirius goes to tug you from Remus’ lap, but he locks his arms around your back and prevents you from moving even an inch further away from him. Sirius and James let out grumbles of displeasure.

“Rem, honey, share,” you remind him. When he eventually lets you go, James gets to you first, “can I face this way? I wanna watch my movie,”

All three boys chuckle amoungst themselves, and silently vow to make it as difficult as possible for you to watch your movie.