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Thank youuu!!!🥺💞

Loki is a Munch || Loki x reader smut 18+

Above photos from Pinterest // Masterlist

Warnings: smut MDNI!!! AFAB reader. Reader referred to as “pretty girl”. Alludes to further smut. Not proof read🫢

Summary: Loki being a munch

Your grip on Loki’s hair only got harder as he sucked at your clit, as you grind your hips against his mouth. The wet sounds of him making out with your pussy only turned you on more, coaxing you into your third orgasm already. And he had only used his mouth and fingers at this point.

On the verge of becoming overstimulated, but desperately not ready for him to stop, all you can say is “please,” as he moves onto fucking your leaking hole with his tongue. He knows exactly what you want - and he will give it to you eventually - but how can he stop when he’s so addicted to your taste?

“Darling… you taste devine,” he groans in between sloppy kisses, as he attempts to push his face further into your heat to taste more of you. To feel more of you. As he makes out with your pussy, his nose grazes your clit, adding simulation, and encouraging yet another orgasm.

Sensing the orgasm approach, he adds two fingers, thrusting them at a brutal pace, craving the sweet taste of your cum covering his face.

“C’mon pretty girl, give me what I need,” he encourages, knowing you’re close and just need to let go. With a scream, you do exactly as he says, and for the third time, you cum, soaking Loki’s face. He doesn’t stop straight away, he takes his time licking up all of your juices.

You’re still shaking when he’s done, overstimulating and feeling fucked out just from his tongue and fingers. As he kisses your lips, you taste your juices on his swollen ones.

Feeling his hard cock between your legs, you know he’s not going to stop worshipping your body until you’ve cum around his cock at least a couple of times.

“I cannot wait to watch you come undone around my cock,” he says against your neck, as he finally pushes his cock into your heat - the familiar look in his pretty eyes reminds you of the one fact - he’s not going to stop until you’ve cum around his cock multiple times and can no longer walk.

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Reminder that minors and ageless blogs will be blocked!! Tired of acting like a bouncer on my own blog🥲

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Loki is a Munch || Loki x reader smut 18+

Above photos from Pinterest // Masterlist

Warnings: smut MDNI!!! AFAB reader. Reader referred to as “pretty girl”. Alludes to further smut. Not proof read🫢

Summary: Loki being a munch

Your grip on Loki’s hair only got harder as he sucked at your clit, as you grind your hips against his mouth. The wet sounds of him making out with your pussy only turned you on more, coaxing you into your third orgasm already. And he had only used his mouth and fingers at this point.

On the verge of becoming overstimulated, but desperately not ready for him to stop, all you can say is “please,” as he moves onto fucking your leaking hole with his tongue. He knows exactly what you want - and he will give it to you eventually - but how can he stop when he’s so addicted to your taste?

“Darling… you taste devine,” he groans in between sloppy kisses, as he attempts to push his face further into your heat to taste more of you. To feel more of you. As he makes out with your pussy, his nose grazes your clit, adding simulation, and encouraging yet another orgasm.

Sensing the orgasm approach, he adds two fingers, thrusting them at a brutal pace, craving the sweet taste of your cum covering his face.

“C’mon pretty girl, give me what I need,” he encourages, knowing you’re close and just need to let go. With a scream, you do exactly as he says, and for the third time, you cum, soaking Loki’s face. He doesn’t stop straight away, he takes his time licking up all of your juices.

You’re still shaking when he’s done, overstimulating and feeling fucked out just from his tongue and fingers. As he kisses your lips, you taste your juices on his swollen ones.

Feeling his hard cock between your legs, you know he’s not going to stop worshipping your body until you’ve cum around his cock at least a couple of times.

“I cannot wait to watch you come undone around my cock,” he says against your neck, as he finally pushes his cock into your heat - the familiar look in his pretty eyes reminds you of the one fact - he’s not going to stop until you’ve cum around his cock multiple times and can no longer walk.

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Loki is a Munch || Loki x reader smut 18+

Above photos from Pinterest // Masterlist

Warnings: smut MDNI!!! AFAB reader. Reader referred to as “pretty girl”. Alludes to further smut. Not proof read🫢

Summary: Loki being a munch

Your grip on Loki’s hair only got harder as he sucked at your clit, as you grind your hips against his mouth. The wet sounds of him making out with your pussy only turned you on more, coaxing you into your third orgasm already. And he had only used his mouth and fingers at this point.

On the verge of becoming overstimulated, but desperately not ready for him to stop, all you can say is “please,” as he moves onto fucking your leaking hole with his tongue. He knows exactly what you want - and he will give it to you eventually - but how can he stop when he’s so addicted to your taste?

“Darling… you taste devine,” he groans in between sloppy kisses, as he attempts to push his face further into your heat to taste more of you. To feel more of you. As he makes out with your pussy, his nose grazes your clit, adding simulation, and encouraging yet another orgasm.

Sensing the orgasm approach, he adds two fingers, thrusting them at a brutal pace, craving the sweet taste of your cum covering his face.

“C’mon pretty girl, give me what I need,” he encourages, knowing you’re close and just need to let go. With a scream, you do exactly as he says, and for the third time, you cum, soaking Loki’s face. He doesn’t stop straight away, he takes his time licking up all of your juices.

You’re still shaking when he’s done, overstimulating and feeling fucked out just from his tongue and fingers. As he kisses your lips, you taste your juices on his swollen ones.

Feeling his hard cock between your legs, you know he’s not going to stop worshipping your body until you’ve cum around his cock at least a couple of times.

“I cannot wait to watch you come undone around my cock,” he says against your neck, as he finally pushes his cock into your heat - the familiar look in his pretty eyes reminds you of the one fact - he’s not going to stop until you’ve cum around his cock multiple times and can no longer walk.

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Pretty little doll || winter solder smut. 18+

Warnings: smut MDNI!!! Choking. dub-con (I think? never written for this before). degrading. mentions of bruises. unprotected piv. breeding.

summary; your the winter soldier’s pretty little doll who uses you to fuck his frustration out.

(Note) I genuinely don’t like this lol, but haven’t written in months so just wanted to write something

“keep still, кукла” he grunts as he pins you down, relentlessly pounding into your leaking heat - and ignoring your pathetic whimpers. life as the winter soldier’s pretty little doll wasn’t awful. he scared you, sure, but he also made you feel so good, despite his assaults on your pussy being purely for his own pleasure. somehow, that only made you crave him even more.

“pathetic slut… taking my cock on the floor like a good breeding bitch… always ready for me,” his hand moves to wrap firmly round your pretty little neck. the bruises that had just started to fade will surely be making a reappearance by morning.

his favourite place to cum was inside of you. seeing his seed leaking out of your swollen pussy heightens his primal instincts to own you. to keep you as his own - but deep down you both already knew that he did.

manipulating your body to thrust deeper - you feel the tip of his hard cock against your cervix. the taboo nature of your relationship with the man, and the feeling of his thumb rubbing fast and hard circles on your swollen clit, causes your legs to tremble and your eyes to roll back.

he groans as he cums - painting your walls with his thick cum. he halts his movement, keeping his cock lodged deep inside you. his seed leaks out of you, and for a moment you think it’s never going to stop. he fills your womb, claiming you, truly owning you.

as he pulls out, you whine at the loss, despite feeling grateful that it’s now over. taking deep breaths, your body shakes over his much larger one.

“pretty little doll… you didn’t think I was done yet, did you?” he sneers, playing with your tits before opening up your mouth for the next assault.

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i just saw this post by @bloodibambiidoll about copying/taking inspiration from other writers, and i couldn’t help but recognise a lot of the same issues in the harry potter fandom as well lately— not just with me, but with other writers too.

if you take inspiration from another blog in any way, always make sure to give proper credit. as dolly mentioned in her post, the mentality of “this has probably been done before in fanfiction so it’s not copying because they didn’t invent it!” needs to go. if you’re unsure if something is theirs, message them! if you are inspired by their content/blog/AUs/layout, make sure to tag them, always! if you aren’t sure if they’re okay with you taking inspiration, ask for permission first!

it’s incredibly hurtful when you work hard on a certain concept, AU, idea etc., and someone takes it from your blog just like that, after you’ve put hours into the creation of it. if you don’t properly give credit to someone, people won’t be able to find the original creator.

and no, adding “i got inspiration from someone else, but i don’t remember who” in the author’s note is not giving credit. if you’ve taken inspiration from someone else, the least you can do is put in the effort to find and tag the original creator.

another issue i’ve noticed is writers sharing ideas (whether they’re posting short blurbs, teasing AUs, or just tossing out a simple thought), and other writers taking that and writing their own fics based on those ideas. that is not okay. you do not know if the original poster is planning to write their own fic based on their idea/thought, and you cannot just take it.

no writer should feel scared to bounce ideas off of people on their blog out of fear that someone will take those ideas or thoughts from them and write it before they even get the chance to. if you like a certain idea or thought someone has shared on their blog and aren’t sure if they’re planning to write something on it themselves, ask them!!! it’s really that simple!

it’s so discouraging and disheartening to see some people take other writers’ content and ideas so easily and without any shame. it’s rude, inconsiderate and not okay. where is the creativity? where is the originality? where is the respect? i encourage everyone to be mindful of this. thank you for reading and reblogs are appreciated to spread awareness! ♡

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Aaa I love this!!!🥵

White Christmas

12 Days of Dickmas - Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: A cozy December evening staying in with your boyfriend leads to loads of fun together, this year will in fact be a white Christmas.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, chars 18+, modern AU, bf!theo, dom!theo, PIV, breeding kink, rough sex, creampie(s), degrading, slight spitting, spanking, dirty talk, breeding, praising, multiple orgasms, Theodore Nott filling you up but this time he’s your dominant boyfriend

“Agh— Fuck- I’m gonna fill up that pretty little pussy-“

Through his panting, Theodore was pounding into you like a madman. One of his strong hands squeezed both of your cheeks together, forcing your eyes to his. The other gripping onto his headboard for support.

“P-please— creampie me!” Moaning as you felt the pleasure soaring within you, Theo seemed to go even faster. His bicep muscles tensing up with each thrust, and his veins nearly popping out from under his skin from the intense pump.

Suddenly, his body jolted, letting out a deep guttural growl. His hot sticky cum spilled deep inside of you, the tip of his cock rubbing right against the crevice of your cervix. You could feel the way his dick twitched between your tightened walls.

“Fuuuuck— I love it when you cum inside of me…” Both of your breathing haggard now, your gaze flickered between one another. Theo slowly sat up but kept his throbbing cock shoved inside of you. His glistening seed spilling out of the sides of your pussy.

The most satisfied yet smug smirk danced across Theodore’s face. “I know you do…You little slut— My little cum slut…” Speaking through his heaves, a sea of giggles escaped your reddened lips.

Inhaling sharply through his teeth, he began to slowly pump in and out of you again. Looking down at the sight of your swollen cunt and his oozing cum. “I’m not stopping— F-fuck- Your pussy feels too good, amore” Your eyes sparkled with desire, nodding your head.

“Don’t— Keep fucking me, baby…Breed me…I’m begging-“

Breathing out your words, they dripped from your lips ever so seductively. Causing excitement to course throughout Theo. “Is that what you want, huh? Want me to fuckin’ breed you? Get you pregnant?”

He taunted you. Teased you. Just as he got a firm grip on your thighs, slightly lifting your hips. “—Mhmmm- Keep cummin’ in me…” As soon as you gave him the go-ahead, Theo’s eyes darkened with desire. Slamming his soaked cock forcefully once again

The bed frame was squeaking, hearing the way the legs of the bed seemed to scratch along the floor from how hard he was fucking you. The aggression was skyrocketing by the second. Fuck were you loving this.

“All night— All fuckin’ night I’m giving you all of my cum, amore…You’re taking every last drop-“

Sweat beaded down Theo’s forehead, causing his unruly messy locks to cling to his skin, his chest glistening through each plow. Your wailing moans bounced off of the walls. “Y-yes! Give me that cum— Fuck! I’m so close!”

Constantly shifting your head from side to side, whining through the bliss that grew with each thrust. Theo’s ocean gaze burned down at your leaky little slit. “Let’s get ya’ even wetter, amore-“ With that, he spat down on your pussy.

Taking one of his hands, his fingers swirled his spit and previous cum together over your clit. “I-I— Theo! Fuck-“ Letting go, your body quivered with a relishable orgasm. Clawing down Theo’s biceps, leaving your scratch marks as you did.

“Feels good, doesn’t it— Fuck- You look so sexy cummin’ on my cock, Cara Mia- Fuck— Fuck!” Theo started to frantically drive into you, so much so that he took his silver chain that dangled around his neck, placing it between his teeth.

“Imma breed that perfect little pussy— Fuck I’m gonna cum-“

Mumbling through the metal chain, his cock jerked between your clenched walls. His load spurting deep inside of you, both of you hitting climax nearly at the same exact time. Your glossed-over gaze fluttering up to Theodore’s.

Yet again, He slowly rolled his cock into your used cunt. Dropping the silver from between his teeth, His body was still slightly shaky from the sensitivity.

“I’m not fuckin’ done— Cazzo- You feel so good..” He groaned, wrapping his arms around you, swiftly plopping down to his back and having you straddle him.

Now on top of your boyfriend, you waved your Lucious locks down your back. Starting to slowly bounce yourself up his massive length. “You feel even better, baby— I love your cum…” With a whimper, your nails dug into Theo’s pecks, propping yourself up.

—Smack! Swatting down a heavy palm to your ass before firmly grasping it with both hands, Theodore helped guide you. “Dio Mio…You’re a goddess— Keep fuckin’ me like that, amore-“ Growling his vulgar yet sweet words you moved yourself even faster.

“Cazzo— I love breeding this cunt- Filling you up like a dirty little slut- my personal cum toy…”

Biting your bottom lip, your wetness gripped tightly around Theo’s length with each stroke. Your tits bouncing with you had Theo’s eyes burning into them. “Gods— Baby…”

The babbling mess of you could hardly even make out audible words let alone form sentences. Purely focused on the pleasure between the two of you. “That’s it, Cara…Ride the cum out of me-“

Theo popped into you even more, helping you with each thrust. You swore you could feel him in your damn stomach at this point. Your cervix surely taking a beating. His two previous loads swishing within your pussy.

The sensation of it all was only turning you on more so, feeling your eyes start to roll into the back of your head. “How good does it feel, amore?- hm? How good does it feel with all my loads inside of you? Tell me…Use your words”

Those raunchy aspect of it made you shudder, your skin erupting with goosebumps. “S-so good—No- Amazing…So amazing-“ Theo’s hard hand came down on your ass a few more times. Feeling the stinging redness bloom across your cheeks.

“You want my cum inside of you?— Beg for it- Beg for my nut. C‘mon now..”

His domineering tone had you weak in the knees, knowing you were close to another euphoric climax as well. Just the thought he’d cum inside of you a third time had you feeling hot.

Cursing under your breath, you furrowed your brows to spit out what he wanted. “Please— God! Please fill me up..Please breed me! P-please…I’m beggin’- Please!” Driveling from your lips, Theo found the mess of you all too amusing. All too sexy

“My girl wants to be bred again hm? Such a greedy little cum slut— Don’t worry…I got plenty for you-“

Igniting something deep inside of you, Theo bounced you even harder, taking control and thrusting himself into your juicy slit. “I- Please- Fuck!” Moans now turning into screams of pleasure, you were on the brink of yet another orgasm.

“Cum with me, Cara Mia- Cum as I breed you-“ He panted, drilling in your aching pussy even harder before you both spilled over the edge. Theo’s third load shot out between your own climax, your cries heard around the entire bedroom.

Collapsing down on your boyfriend, he gently stroked his knuckles down your spine. Both of you left reeling and catching your breaths together. “sei tutto per me, amore-“ Theo heaved before slapping loving kisses along the side of your neck.

A lazy and tired smile tugged on your lips, his drained cock still snuggly sitting inside of you. Theo continued rubbing down your back ever so softly.

The dim Christmas string lights hanging in your bedroom now creating a cozy feel. Before you knew it, the both of you drifted off into a deep sleep, still plastered together from the intense sex.

On the third day of Christmas…We’re getting a few yummy and delicious pies hehe🥧🎁

Definitely go check out @nottsangel, @nottswitch, and @slytherinslut0 for more smutty Xmas content❄️

Dividers linked in my masterlist🌙

I love you all bunches 💋

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Twisted Tinsel

12 Days of Dickmas - Mattheo Riddle x Reader

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

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

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

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

“Seriously?”

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

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

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

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

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

“You know what?…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“—Only you…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gods— Mattheo, that felt incredible-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dividers linked in my masterlist🌙

Love all my naughty smut sluts💋

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

La mia ragazza perfetta

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

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

Dividers by @saradika

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

translations:

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

bambina = baby

Tesoro = darling

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

anch'io ti amo = i love you too

[badgers-and-cats]

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

La mia ragazza perfetta

masterlist

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

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

Dividers by @saradika

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

translations:

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

bambina = baby

Tesoro = darling

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

anch'io ti amo = i love you too

[badgers-and-cats]

reminder that this blog is strictly 18+!!! Please do NOT follow or interact with my stuff if you are under 18 or do not have an age visible on your blog.

i WILL block any minors or ageless blogs, I've just had to block a few people for this please respect my boundaries and stay away from this blog if you're under 18, you are more than welcome on my SFW blog - @pinkcutiepiee

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[badgers-and-cats]

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

La mia ragazza perfetta

masterlist

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

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

Dividers by @saradika

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

translations:

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

bambina = baby

Tesoro = darling

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

anch'io ti amo = i love you too

[badgers-and-cats]

what was meant to be a small theo blurb has turned into a 1k+ fic oops

[badgers-and-cats]

i need you to write more james potter smut like?!?!!!!? 10/10

Of course!

Love Letters

James Potter x Reader

Warnings: Smut (mdni!), strong language, nude polaroids in letters (basically 80s Wizard sexting), unprotected sex (please be safe this is fictional!), face riding, penetrative sex, brief cockwarming, reader and James are about 21, not proofread

Summary: you and James had been pen pals for years when he finally just had to meet you

Hogwarts and Ilvermorny started a program in hopes of introducing students to more than just Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students. It was a pen pal program where each Hogwarts student was randomly assigned an Ilvermorny student to write. This started in third year, but James Potter who initially thought this was stupid was one of the only ones to still keep in contact with his pen pal years later.

What started out as James writing the absolute bare minimum to avoid detention from McGonagall, turned into pages and pages of things he hadn’t even told Sirius. As the years went on, you exchanged photos and knew what each other looked like, but you had never met. James knew everything about you except how you sounded or how your hand felt brushing against his.

At some point when you two were about twenty the content of the letters changed again. You poured your heart out about this American guy who had broken your heart. James was livid. How could anyone hurt you? He comforted you through the phase where your tear stains smeared the ink and he agreed with you no questions asked through your phase of anger. He particularly liked that phase because he loved ranting back and forth with you about some man he had never even met. Maybe it was jealousy? But James was in deep denial and just decided he was looking out for you. As the months went on you got over it but even on paper a thick tension grew between you two. And why wouldn’t it? James had written you a letter at least once a week since you were about thirteen. James was a constant in your life and as you talked about more personal things, you both started to fall for each other.

You made the first move though. James remembers the moment he opened that letter vividly. He was luckily alone, sitting at his table drinking water and eating a snack. He remembered opening your letter and not being very surprised when polaroids fell out. You two had never met up since you were from the Midwest and he was all the way in Godric’s Hollow so sending photos as you guys aged was normal. You had just turned twenty-one and he was basically expecting you to send a photo from your birthday like every year. He did the same. The legal drinking age in America was twenty-one so he knew this was a bigger birthday for you. He was expecting a photo with your friends going to the muggle bar you had been telling him about, he was not at all prepared for what you sent. Sure, one of the photos was of you laughing at the bar while one of your friends handed you a drink, but the other three that fell out of the letter were of you wearing lacy black lingerie, one of you in a barely there corset with a mini skirt, and another in nothing but an oversized Gryffindor sweatshirt. James nearly choked, and even if he didn’t choke, he thought he must be dead or dreaming.

James,

I turned 21! Me and my friends went to that local no-maj bar and it was so much fun! The first picture I sent was of my best friend buying me yet another drink so she could get me to sing karaoke with her later… it worked unfortunately. We also went out to celebrate the night before which is that other picture where I’m wearing the skirt. We ended up at a party and I seriously considered trying to take a raccoon home I found outside. They’re so adorable… why do they have to be wild animals with possible rabies??? I fell in a bush that night too. My friends laughed at me before helping me out. The other two are for you. You’ll never guess where I found that Gryffindor sweatshirt, it was a no-maj thrift store! How a no-maj got a Gryffindor sweatshirt before me, I’ll never know! I thought you’d like it though ;) I also went shopping since it was my birthday and thought I’d model what I got. I think black is my color, don’t you think so? Anyway, I don’t have much time because my parents want to take me out to dinner, but I wanted to send you something <3

With Love,

Y/n L/n

It was official James was going to actually die. For six months your letters got more and more heated. You wrote what you wanted to do to each other and sent Polaroids back and forth so much that both of you had to have little lock boxes for them now. The final straw for James was when you wrote him a letter talking about how desperately you wanted him and topped it off with a photo of you laying in bed touching yourself and holding the last photo he sent you.

You two had tried to meet up before but with your busy lives and the distance it just never worked out. James didn’t care if he had to swim across the damn ocean though, he was going to see you. Luckily for him, your college was having a break and he immediately cancelled all his plans for those two weeks. He bought you a plane ticket to London and waited nervously for you in the airport.

Your POV:

I nervously pulled my suitcase behind me to where James told me to meet him. I couldn’t believe after almost nine years we were finally meeting up.

I was completely lost in the airport and stuck out as an American like a sore thumb. I eventually found my way to where James told me to meet and craned my neck around the crowds of people to look for the familiar wild jet black hair. I finally spotted him a couple hundred feet away and we both locked eyes. We rushed through the crowd towards each other before crashing into each other. I let go of my suitcase and immediately wrapped my arms around James in the tightest hug I could muster up. James wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up slightly. Neither one of us said a word. I still had no idea what he even sounded like, but with my face buried in his jacket I could smell the familiar cologne that laced his letters. We stayed silent in the embrace for what felt like forever and I was perfectly fine with that. After finally getting to hold him in my arms, I never wanted to let go.

“I can’t believe it’s really you.” James said finally setting me back on the ground.

“In the flesh.” I said with a grin.

James sounded almost exactly how I imagined him to sound and I knew I would never get tired of him talking to me or touching me.

“Well, let’s get your things! I have so much planned!” James said squeezing my hand.

And he did. I was here for two weeks, so James started off with Diagon Alley and showed me everything before taking me to eat. At one point I recognized Sirius and Remus immediately from the pictures James had sent me. They were very poorly disguised two tables down, they had simply just traded clothes. Remus wore a leather jacket and jeans and Sirius wore a sweater and dress pants plus an awful fake mustache that was peeling in one corner. James got angry at them, but I just laughed. Sirius stuck with the bit and maintained a French accent and pretended he had no idea who we were, where he was, or how he even got there in the first place, but Remus immediately apologized claiming it was not his idea.

“Well it’s nice to meet you both.” I said.

“I, eh, have no idea who you are but it is nice to meet you.” Sirius said with his fake accent, “I am, eh Suiris.”

“You did not just name yourself Sirius backwards.” Remus said frowning, “At least try.”

“I’m wearing a mustache and this sweater that literally only you look good in, give me a break. I’m TRYING to look inconspicuous.” Sirius said immediately dropping the accent and putting his hands on his hips.

“Okay, time for you BOTH to go!” James insisted.

Remus apologized again and dragged Sirius with him.

“I am so sorry about them.” James sighed.

“No, I think it’s funny. Besides, you’ve told me all about them for years, it’s nice to meet the other masterminds of your shenanigans.” I laughed, “Besides, they wouldn’t do that unless they cared about you.”

“Yeah, they definitely do care a lot, they could just do it from a distance and minus the fake mustache.” James laughed.

“Life is too short to be boring.” I said shrugging.

“SEE!”

James whipped around and saw Remus still desperately trying to pull Sirius out by the sweater like a misbehaving child. James blinked really slow and sighed as if he was mad at himself for not expecting this. I just continued to laugh because I was happy to finally be meeting James and his friends.

The rest of the day James spent showing me some things in ‘muggle’ London. It was incredibly fun. It was definitely a lot different than America and James was the funniest tour guide ever. He showed me landmarks, but he also pointed out a bush Sirius fell into and a street where they ran from the ‘muggle’ police.

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you

As it started to get dark, James took me back to where he lived in a cute little town called Godric’s Hollow. We walked hand in hand down the street and he pointed out homes of famous witches and wizards, some had even written my favorite textbooks.

When we got to his place I set my bags down and he shut the front door. We just looked at each other for a few moments finally taking in the fact that we were together and alone for the first time ever.

“Well? What are you waiting for, Potter?” I asked with a grin.

Apparently absolutely nothing but that sentence. James immediately pulled me into a hug and crashed his lips into mine. I melted into his embrace and our lips hungrily worked in tandem. James grazed his teeth against my bottom lip and he quickly spun me to pin me against the door. I gasped and in an instant James’s tongue was exploring my mouth. I desperately grasped the collar of James’s shirt and pulled him closer to me even though his body was pressed almost completely against mine. James let his hands roam my body and I moaned lightly into his mouth. I had been craving his fingers trailing over my skin for so long.

London weather wasn’t the best though, so both James and I were wearing far too much clothing for that to happen. I broke the kiss just for a moment to push the jacket James was wearing off of his shoulders and onto the floor and mine met the same fate before James picked me up and carried me off down the hallway. He kissed me the whole time desperately trying not to knock me into things, but my legs hit the wall a few times. I couldn’t care less though. When he got me to his bedroom he set me on his bed and I propped myself up on my elbows as I savored every moment of watching him unbuttoning his shirt. He grinned at me as he caught me staring at his perfectly toned upper body and he tossed his shirt to the ground. I made a mental note to throw that on in the morning.

“Like what you see?” He mused.

“Like is an understatement.” I said pulling him into his bed with me.

I giggled as I fought to be on top of him and put my hands on either side of his head while straddling him. I leaned down to kiss him and the groan he let out borderline sounded like a whine. His hands went straight to my ass and squeezed before pushing my hips down further to grind into his. I gasped a little bit when I felt how hard he was. If that’s what he felt like in his pants, those Polaroids did not do him justice.

James toyed with the hem of my shirt and I pulled away to slowly peel it off and toss it to the floor.

“Fuck, love.” James groaned when he realized I was wearing the black lingerie from my twenty-first birthday letter I sent him, “You’re going to kill me.”

“What can I say, London Boy? I fancy you.” I laughed with a horrible British accent earning a laugh from James.

“Can’t believe you’ve had this on underneath that all day.” James groaned as he groped at every square inch of me that was covered in the black lace.

As quickly as I got on top of him, he flipped us so he was on top. After gaining my approval he pulled my pants off like he was unwrapping a gift. I laid underneath him in his bed wearing nothing but the lace lingerie and he looked at me with pure desire. I had never felt more wanted— more needed— in my life. Suddenly wearing intricate lace lingerie under my clothes on the plane and all over London was worth it.

“So gorgeous.” James mumbled as he let his finger tips glide over my skin so tenderly that my eyes wanted to flutter shut. Every place he touched, my skin burned with desire for more.

Finally, his fingers touched me where I needed him most and he ran them over the wet spot of my panties.

“So wet for me, such a good girl.” James praised, “Can I take these off sweet girl?”

“Y—yes, please, James!”

James clearly tried to pull the lacy panties off slowly to either savor it, tease me, or both, but I knew with his adhd that wasn’t going to last. He surprisingly got them down to about my thighs before he couldn’t take it and practically tore them down the rest of the way and tossed them into the long forgotten and growing pile of clothes. James looked like he was going to cum in his pants right then and there when he saw my legs spread for him.

“Can you sit on my face?” James suddenly blurted out.

“Wh—what?”

“Sit on my face,” he repeated, “please.”

“What if you can’t breathe?” I asked nervously.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll tap your leg if I’m not.”

The second I agreed he basically manhandled me into switching positions. I held onto his headboard for support and with one knee on beside his head I swung the other knee to rest on the other side of his head and before I even got it fully over him, James had his hands on my thighs ready to pull me towards his face.

I clung to the headboard for dear life and gasped when his mouth attacked my cunt. His tongue was gliding through my folds while his nose prodded at my clit. I couldn’t see how he was even breathing underneath me, but he seemed way more than fine. His fingers gripped my thighs as if he might lose me— and to be honest with the way his mouth was working my cunt, he probably needed to hold me down.

Pleasure began to quickly coil in my stomach and my legs were trembling.

“J—James, I—I’m gonna cum!” I cried out.

My knuckles were white as I gripped his headboard and he only increased his speed. I had thought about how his tongue would feel, but nothing could’ve prepared me for this. James just hummed in acknowledgment and continued to coax an orgasm out of me.

Soon enough I was cumming harder than I probably ever had and I screamed out his name. James kept going still lapping up every last drop my cunt could give him until I slowly pulled myself off of him from the overstimulation. I collapsed next to him in exhaustion and he had a grin on his face that made him look like a kid in a candy store. His face was still wet and his mouth tasted like me when he pulled me into a kiss.

Slowly he got rid of the rest of my lingerie, his pants, and his boxers. Just as I thought, those damn Polaroids didn’t do him justice at all. I practically moaned when I saw his cock hit his stomach. I couldn’t take my eyes off his painfully red tip and the precum that was now on his lower stomach and dripping down his cock.

“Been wanting you so long baby.” James said rubbing my thighs soothingly.

I bucked my hips up towards him and he smiled. He placed kissed on both knees before maneuvering so he was above me. He gave me quick pecks all over my face and I could feel his cock between my legs. He seemingly couldn’t take it anymore either and began to line himself up to push in. My hands went straight to his hair as he pushed in and moaned against my neck.

My back arched off the bed as he finally pushed all the way in. He was huge and the stretch was painfully amazing.

“Doing so good for me, taking me so well.” James murmured as he continued to kiss me.

When I adjusted to his size he propped himself up with one arm, but he laced his fingers through mine with the other.

“Oh fuck.” James gasped as he started moving. He squeezed my hand and pressed his forehead against mine.

Neither of us were virgins, but the anticipation and emotion that built up to this had us both feeling as if it were our first time.

“Bloody hell, you’re so damn tight.” James grunted as he picked up his pace.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and the new angle had me dragging my nails desperately along his back. I buried my head in his neck and sunk my teeth into his skin at a particularly hard and deep thrust.

“James, harder, please.” I begged, “harder.” I repeated.

James looked at me with eyes full of hunger. He slowly pulled almost all of the way out letting his cock drag slowly against my wet and velvety walls before he shoved his cock right back in and began fucking me into his mattress at a pace that had me writhing underneath him.

I was panting, moaning, and incoherently babbling, unable to even call out his name if I wanted to. The sounds that filled his bedroom were straight up sinful. His mouth was agape and his eyebrows were knitted together as he watched his cock slam into me over and over. He seemed like he couldn’t even believe he was fucking me so mercilessly.

My pussy clenched around him and his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as he let out a guttural groan. Neither one of us spoke because we couldn’t even form complete thoughts but we knew we were close.

I screamed and tears streamed down my face as my cunt spasmed around him and I reached my second climax of the night. While James only managed to babble out ‘good girl’ on repeat. His cock spasmed too and he came hard yelling out a string of curses. He pulled my body close to his as he rolled his hips into mine slowly to work us both through our highs. He finally came to a stop, but didn’t pull out, he just tried to catch his breath.

As our breathing stabilized James slowly sat up pulling me with him so his cock was still buried deep inside of my sensitive cunt.

“Just want to feel you a little longer baby.” He said pulling me against him, “Keep my cock warm for me baby, can you do that?”

I nodded, too exhausted to speak and rested my head on his shoulder. He sat with me on his lap for what seemed like forever, but I wasn’t complaining. He gently ran his hands up and down my back as our cum slowly leaked out between our bodies onto his now wrecked sheets.

When he finally did pull out, I hissed at the emptiness in my pussy. I could tell this was going to be the best and most tiring two weeks of my life.

James threw on pajama pants before returning with a warm washcloth to gently clean me up.

“Thank you.” I said hoarsely.

“Of course love, I’ve gotta clean my pretty girl up after I ruin her.” He said with a wink.

“Y’know, you’re one hell of a pen pal, Potter.” I laughed.

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So so excited for part 2🥵

blood moon — t.n. & m.r. part 1

pairing: dark!theodore nott x fem!reader x dark!mattheo riddle. (mattheo makes his appearance in pt2)

warnings: smut 18+, dubcon, breaking and entering, violence, blood, knives (cutting into skin), rough oral sex (m. receiving), mask kink, mentions of murder, swearing

word count: 4k

summary: purge night— a night you’ve feared all year despite coming from a rich and powerful family. but when six masked men show up at your door, are you really as safe as you thought?

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“This is not a test, this is your Emergency Broadcast System. Announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the Government. Weapons of class four and lower have been authorised for use during the purge; all other weapons are restricted. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime (including murder) will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and Emergency Medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m, when the purge concludes. Blessed be our new founding fathers—”

“Blah, blah, blah… we get it. Same shit every year.” Pansy sighed dramatically through the phone, her tone dripping with annoyance. You could tell she was rolling her eyes, and you didn’t need to see her to know she was slouched lazily somewhere. 

Not much later, the ominous, bone-chilling sirens blared violently through the entire city, blasting through the walls and echoing in the still-empty streets. The all so familiar sound never failed to give you goosebumps all over your stiffened body, instantly raising your heartbeat. You briefly closed your eyes, trying to steady your racing heart as you struggled to control your shaky breathing. 

“Hellooo? Are you still there or have you been murdered already?” Pansy joked with a taunting laugh. Your eyes snapped open, her static-filled voice dragging you back to reality, and her humorous tone nearly making you forget the reality of this cruel night. 

Because it wasn’t just any regular night— it was Purge Night. The one night you’d been dreading all year, every year, in which all crime becomes legal for twelve long hours. Logically, you were well aware that you had nothing to fear. Your parents were successful entrepreneurs with plenty of money to afford the most advanced security equipment, keeping you safe from any outside danger.

Yes, to protect you, and only you. Not them— they were out at a purge party, the details of which you didn’t even want to know, shamelessly networking with other high-profile elites while the poor were brutally murdered in the streets surrounding them. Everything about this night gave you a sickening feeling in your stomach. But of course, you knew it would be fine. All you had to do was survive— survive in your mansion, surrounded by unbreachable security. Nothing was going to happen. 

“Yeah, yeah, very funny.” you responded, your voice tinged with irritation as you hurried from your bedroom down the wooden stairs to the security room, figuring that if you could check the cameras around the house, it might calm you down a bit. You couldn’t shake the feeling of needing to tiptoe carefully down each step, as though someone might hear you— which was ridiculous, considering how large and heavily secured the house was. 

The eerily quiet house was broken by the first distant, chilling screams of pure terror from outside, making you grimace as you opened the creaky door to the small room, your eyes instantly squinting at the many bright screens that made your eyes burn. 

“It’s just… I hope this night will be over soon, that’s all.” you continued, one hand holding the phone close to your ear while your eyes fleetingly scanned over the security cameras, which were strategically placed to cover every corner outside the house. 

“Oh please, don’t be such a scaredy-cat! Every year it goes just fine, so this year will be no different. When has anything…” Pansy chattered in her usual attempt to comfort you, completely unaware that her words were only doing the opposite, when her voice slowly faded away into the background and your eyes narrowed at one of the top-right screens, which was focused on your front door. What the fuck?

With your heart nearly pounding out of your chest and your hand shakily gripping the phone, you inched closer to the screen, moving as slowly as possible, almost as if the slowness would somehow alter the nightmare playing out before you. A sudden coldness washed over you, your eyes rapidly blinking. No, no, no… this can’t be happening. 

On the pixelated, dark screen, you saw six masked men standing in front of your door, their heads tilted as they stared right at the cameras. You felt lightheaded, your left hand reaching up to lightly clasp your throat, the panic threatening to overwhelm you once you noticed the various weapons they were holding— baseball bats, knives, axes, and god knows what else.

“P—pansy… I, uh… there are people standing in front of my door…” you stammered shakily, still staring at the screen, your body frozen in place with your hand gripping the phone so tightly that your knuckles turned white and your breathing became ragged and uneven. 

“Oh, they’re probably just trying to scare you, babe. I mean, come on, they can’t even come in for fuck’s sake!” she let out a mocking laugh as the chaotic thoughts in your head raced a hundred miles an hour, leaving you paralysed with uncertainty. 

“Pansy, what the fu— you know what? Forget it.” you snapped, your trembling fingers tapping frantically at the screen before finally ending the call, frustrated at not being taken seriously by your best friend— though, to be fair, when had she ever? 

You hastily slipped your phone into your back pocket, already dreading the snarky text she was sure to send you for ending the call, before shifting your attention back to the screen. One of the men removed his mask, prompting you to move even closer with narrowed eyes, your forehead nearly touching the cold glass. 

“Good evening.” he called out in a stoic, chilling voice, his shiny black hair neatly styled, and his stance tall, commanding and unmistakably intimidating. 

“Sorry to bother you at this ungodly hour, but let me kindly introduce myself. My name is Tom, and these guys— they are my friends.” The scene you were intently staring at filled you with pure terror— this unknown man named Tom, surrounded by men in masks, each carrying weapons that could easily kill you, weapons that were already completely soaked in blood, the dark droplets dripping ominously onto your front porch. 

“This can go one of two ways; you simply let us in, and we will steal— sorry, I mean take whatever we desire, and then, we leave! Or…  we can do this the hard way. But I can assure you, you will not survive the latter.” His tone was almost amused as he finished speaking, and through the grainy pixels, you could see a controlled, sinister smile spreading across his pale face. 

“Do not think you are invincible. We can enter any home we want. And we will want, as wanting is our will on this fine purge night. Do not force us to hurt you.”

His menacing words sent tingles across your skin, all the muscles in your body tightening. And for a good ten minutes, they did nothing but stand there, staring straight into the camera, waiting—expecting—for you to open the door for them. 

It was a chilling sight. Almost as if you were staring at a photograph, the men stood completely still, their blood-covered hands tightly gripping their equally blood-soaked weapons, knowing your blood would be next to splatter across them, mixing with that of other poor, helpless victims. 

When they realised you weren’t going to open the door, Tom gave his men a quick signal, waving his finger in the air, which caused you to cock your head in both curiosity and unease.

“Alright then.” He said, the sinister smile on his face growing wider. But it was fine. You knew they couldn’t come inside anyway. Your house was so securely protected, there was no way they could come in and— Is that a fucking blowtorch? 

“Yes, we are prepared. And you— oh, you chose the wrong option.” Tom coldly stated as if he could read your mind, dragging the words in a chilling tone. Two of his men quickly got to work, the blowtorch slowly cutting through the thick metal doors, meanwhile, Tom continued to stare directly at the camera, his evil, dark smile never faltering, his soulless eyes not blinking once.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” This was when real panic set in, your eyes flickering with pure terror as you slowly backed away from the screens, gripping whatever furniture was nearby to steady yourself. You hurried out of the room, realising this was the time to hide.

Quickly but silently running up the stairs again, you heard the agonising sound of the blowtorch cutting through the metal, sending shivers all over your body and urging you to move faster. 

You burst into your room, breathless, slamming the door behind you and you panickedly scanned the small space, frantically searching for the best hiding spot. There weren’t many options, but the closet seemed like your only chance, so without hesitation, you flung the door open, stepped inside, and crouched down, wrapping your trembling arms tightly around your knees. 

“It’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine.” You kept repeating to yourself in a quiet, trembling voice, desperately trying to gaslight yourself into believing it. But who the fuck are you kidding? They were inevitably coming in, and then… well, you didn’t even want to think about it.

You gasped loudly at the sudden sound of a loud bang, followed by distant voices and approaching footsteps downstairs. Nibbling on your bottom lip and one hand clutching your throat, you struggled to calm your ragged breathing, but hoping to make out the conversation happening downstairs— although you weren’t even sure if you wanted to hear it in the first place. 

“We are coming, aha! And we will find you, you little fucking bitch” an unfamiliar voice taunted from down the stairs followed by a menacing laugh, clearly relishing the undeniable fear they were instilling in you as the footsteps and faint chatter grew louder with every passing second.

“Mattheo, control yourself. Search for the girl downstairs, and Theo, you check upstairs. The rest of us will take whatever is valuable and leave for the next house.” You heared Tom instruct two of his men, his voice stern and cold, before adding, “Oh, and whatever you do, make it as painful as possible. I want her to suffer.” 

Goosebumps covered your entire body hearing the chilling words, and you could tell that these guys didn’t fuck around. Everything about them was incredibly organised and prepared. This wasn’t their first time purging. No, they knew exactly what they were doing.

Heavy, resolute footsteps then made their way up the stairs, each deep step resonating through the house, making the silence feel like it was closing it. Theo. There was no way out of this. The only thing you could do was pray that he wouldn’t find you. But deep down, you knew he would. 

“You can’t hide from me, piccola.” a deep, husky voice teased, his voice slightly muffled by the mask he wore. It surprised you to hear a foreign accent— Italian, you guessed. And fuck, you could punch yourself in the face right now for finding it… hot. 

The steps grew louder, tantalisingly slow, until his footsteps reached your room. Your hand flew to your mouth to keep yourself quiet, your brows furrowed as you squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on steadying your breath. Your heart beat out of your chest, and you worried it was beating loud enough for him to hear. 

Then it was quiet. No sounds. You swallowed, your mouth feeling dry with tears brimming at your waterline, and you gasped when you suddenly heard his voice so close to you. Thank fucking god you still had your mouth covered. 

“You’re here, aren’t you?” He said in a dark, knowing manner, and the only thing you could do at this very moment was repeat ‘please don’t find me’ in your head while only hoping your death would be less painful than Tom had ordered it to be. “I know you are...” 

The closet door then abruptly swung open, causing you to let out a loud, surprised gasp. The tears you had so desperately tried to suppress now uncontrollably streamed down your cheeks as your head shot up. Soft ‘no’s slipped from your lips when he grabbed you by the arm and aggressively pulled you out of the closet, the words barely audible and you panickedly shook your head, feeling lightheaded due to pure fear. 

“Shut up, cazzo.” he muttered irritably as he threw you on your bed with exasperated aggression. And you immediately complied— not only because he asked you to, but because you didn’t want Matthew to hear you, knowing that Theo had found you, worried of what he might do to you. Matthew… Was his name even Matthew? 

He stood still before you, and for the first time, you took him in, scanning him from head to toe as his imposing, tall frame loomed over you, casting a shadow over where you sat on the bed.

A white mask fully covered his face, and in his right hand, he held a bloody, sharp knife, causing you to gulp in fear. Oh, he looked fucking terrifying— but there was something else, something other than fear deep inside of you. A feeling you desperately tried to suppress. A feeling you felt ashamed to feel. A feeling you could not bring yourself to admit. 

“Huh.” he commented, his head tilting slightly to the left. “Tom didn’t tell me you were such a pretty little thing.” he reached his hand out, his thumb brushing over your cheek, causing you to instinctively pull away, stiffening under his touch. 

“Così carina.” he chuckled mockingly, and your eyes were drawn to his hand that was expertly spinning the knife. His other hand then abruptly gripped your hair, making you gasp, and he slightly tilted your head to expose your neck. 

From your peripheral vision, you could see the bloody knife drawing closer to your neck, making you instantly shut your eyes with furrowed brows, knowing this was it. 

“Can’t wait to see these white sheets turn red.” Theo taunted, but you were shaking, crying and nervously biting down on your lip so hard that blood welled up, waiting for the moment you finally felt the sharp knife against your delicate skin.

And then you did. You felt the cold blade lightly dig into the skin of your neck, the sharp, stinging sensation causing you to tightly grip the sheets, followed by fresh, crimson droplets of blood slowly trickling down your skin— but then he stopped.

“Hm. You know what, bella?” Theo paused for a moment, crouching down to get on eye level with you. The closer he got to you, the faster your heart raced, your whole body heating up with a mix of fear and something else. The deep sense of guilt you felt for feeling… this way gnawed at you from the inside. 

“I might just have other plans for you.” Your head snapped toward him, and you hissed at the fresh cut stretching open, your hand instinctively reaching to the wound, carefully dabbing your fingers on the blood still trickling out.

“You wanna live?” He questioned, and you reluctantly nodded, still unable to shake off the feeling of unease, even as a slight sense of relief—or maybe hope— began to grow inside of you. 

“Then I advise you to get on your knees before I change my mind.” You blinked rapidly, unsure if you heard him correctly. Surely not. 

“I— what?” You stammered, breathing in so fast you nearly choked on air as your heart pounded out of your chest. 

“Oh, you heard me.” He rose to his feet, and your eyes intently followed his every movement. The way the moonlight seeped through the blinds illuminated him, and for the first time, you could clearly see his ocean-blue eyes gazing down at you with intense focus— the only feature of his face that was visible through the mask. 

He reached the knife out again, causing you to flinch, but this time he pressed it under your chin to lift your head, the pointy end digging into your soft skin.

“You don’t think I noticed?” he began, and you sat frozen, knowing that a single movement would press the knife deep into your skin. 

“You don’t think I noticed the way you looked at me with those pretty eyes?” You raised an eyebrow in puzzlement, unsure of what he was hinting at, and you absolutely hated this— the vagueness of his words. You hated having to guess what he meant. It made you anxious. 

“I have purged a lot of people, bella. And there is one thing aaall of them have in common— they all have this same, fearful look in their eyes.” he continued, and it made you wonder what he saw in yours. 

“But you… cazzo. With you, I see something else sparkling in those pupils.” The way the mask muffled his voice made you unconsciously lean in closer to hear him better, and he did the same, but for an entirely different reason, until you were merely inches apart. It was a strange observation to make in such a moment like this, but oddly enough, he smelt nice, very nice. A pleasant, musky cologne with the undertone of cigarettes filled your senses. 

“With you I see… lust, yearning, desperation.” he whispered into your ear, the knife digging deeper into your skin, yet still not deep enough to draw blood. Your eyes shot wide open before locking with his, and you felt caught. He hit the hammer right on the nail. 

“Go on, tell me I’m fuckin’ wrong.” but you couldn’t. You couldn’t tell him he was wrong. Because he wasn’t. Your eyes darted nervously around the room, unable to meet those intense, piercing eyes as the ache between your legs only grew stronger. 

“Yeah… that’s what I thought. Bet your panties are soaked already, aren’t they?” you heard a muffled, condescending chuckle coming from under his mask as he slowly twisted the knife under your chin. You so desperately wanted to bite back, to defend yourself, to tell him that he was being ridiculous— but the words were stuck in your throat.

“So… back to where we were.” he growled as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, suddenly remembering Matthew wandering around downstairs and being able to walk in at any time, causing him to rush. 

“C’mon sweetheart. I need to feel those pretty lips wrapped around me if you want to live, a’ight? If Mattheo finds us, it’s over for you.” Ohhhh, Mattheo… right, right.

You hesitantly walked over to him before getting on your knees right in front of him— right in front of his already hard erection trapped in his boxers, desperately wanting to escape as the tip formed a wet patch of precum on the fabric. 

“Well… you know I could just kick you in the balls right now and run away?” There it finally was— the words that had been stuck in your throat, and the boldness inside of you that had finally come free. It was that unexpectedly tender demeanour of his emerging in brief moments, causing you to see him in a humane light, which stilled your fears. 

He scoffed before aggressively gripping your hair and pulling your head back, causing you to hiss at the fresh wound on your neck stinging at the movement. He drew closer to you before suddenly holding the knife to your throat again, the softness you’d glimpsed earlier vanishing in an instant.

“Oh yeah? You don’t think I’m gonna find you and cut you open? Go for it. Give it a try. Let’s see how that ends.” he warned in a low, menacing tone, your brows furrowing as you clenched your teeth, staring right into his narrowed eyes. 

“Acting as if you aren’t practically begging to suck me off right now, tsk. Hurry the fuck up.” he ordered in a harsh tone, abruptly letting go of your hair and retracting the knife from your throat.

Realising you had no other choice but to follow his orders, you stared up at his masked face, before your gaze fell on his boxers. You could tell he was big just from the imprint through the thin fabric— oh, there was no doubt in that. Reluctantly, you drew your head closer to his crotch, teasingly using your teeth to pull the waistband of his boxers down before slowly sliding them off. 

“See, I knew you were a fucking slut.” he growled, his amusement evident as his erection sprang free against his toned abs, precum glistening at the tip. Oh, well fuck. He was indeed huge, causing your eyes to widen momentarily as you swallowed hard. You glanced back up at him one more time, and he gave you a sharp nod, his hand on the back of your head pressing insistently, urging you closer. 

Your head slowly inched closer to his intimidatingly large cock, and you started with placing soft kitten licks on the tip, tasting the salty precum, when suddenly a mischievous smile began to curve your glossed lips. In one swift, unexpected motion, you wrapped your mouth around his throbbing length, firmly pressing your teeth into the skin while at the same time your hand darted to his balls, your sharp nails digging deep into the sensitive flesh. 

“That fuckin’ hurts, you bitch. Cazzo!” Theo cursed, aggressively pushing you back until you hit the bed, yet the same mischievous smile on your face only widened. It confused him how the terrified, weak girl he saw earlier had transformed into… this. 

“Didn’t expect you to be such a fucking pussy.” you challenged him, fire burning in your eyes. Not because you wanted to die, but because deep down you knew you weren’t going to. If he wanted to kill you, he would’ve done that already. With the precum leaking from his painfully hard erection right in front of you, you knew the only thing on his mind was finding his release. He was a man after all— simple, driven by his desires.

“You better shut that little mouth—” 

“Or what? You're gonna threaten me again with that stupid little knife—” before you could even finish your sentence, he grabbed you by the hair, yanking you roughly towards him, his cock forcing its way into your mouth. The tip hit the back of your throat instantly, triggering your gag reflex as you struggled to breathe around his thick, aching erection. He quickly set a brutal rhythm, bucking his hips aggressively into your mouth, and you felt your eyes well with tears, saliva running down your chin. 

“If you stop, I’ll make you fucking regret it.” His hand gripped your hair in a tight ponytail, pulling you to meet his thrusts as he relentlessly fucked your mouth. Gagging sounds filled the room as he forced your head down as far as possible, groaning at the sight beneath him— a sight that could so easily make him come already.

“You wanted this from the start, huh? Such a pathetic—” Theo’s sentence was then abruptly cut off when the door suddenly swung open and slammed against the wall, causing you both to freeze and stare, wide-eyed and horrified. A chill ran down your spine as you noticed another masked man standing in the doorway, holding a blood-soaked baseball bat while casually leaning against the doorframe. Oh no.  

“Well, well, well… look what we have here. You really thought I wouldn’t find out, Theodore? How cute.” 

Mattheo. 

reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

a/n: thank you sm for reading ^_^!!!!!!! this was supposed to be one long fic but i decided to cut in into two (or maybe more if needed) parts! im not sure when the next part will be posted but ill try to work on it soon !!! <3

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This was so good🥵

let me help you

dad’s bsf!theodore nott x fem!reader

minors dni!!!

summary: theo catches reader masturbating and helps out

warnings: age gap (reader is 20 and theo is in his late 30s), masturbation, piv, creampie, unprotected sex, degradation, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), fingering, lowkey perv theo? (kinda), squirting, bulge kink, breeding kink, subspace

Theo had lived next to your family for a few months now, and him and your dad had gotten pretty close. He was a little bit younger than your dad, but still a lot older than you, which is why you knew this was so wrong.

It was so messed up to be doing this, but you couldn’t help yourself. It was like he was doing it on purpose. The casual touches. The subtle glances. It was like he was teasing you.

That’s how you ended up like this, rubbing circles on your clit while biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning.

You imagined it was Theo’s fingers on your clit instead. Your eyes closed as your head fell back against the pillow, moaning quietly. “Fuck, Theo..”

You were so close, so desperate for release. Your hand moved faster, your other hand coming up and toying with one of your nipples.

Small whines and whimpers escaped you as felt your orgasm starting to approach.

“Damn, bella.”

Your eyes shot open to find none other than Theodore Nott standing in your door way, staring at you.

You threw the blanket over yourself, bright red in embarrassment. You could have sworn you locked your door.

Theo simply cocked his head in amusement, “I never told you to stop.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to utter actual words. And oh god, did he hear you moaning his name??

“C’mon baby, you were so close, weren’t you? Don’t you wanna cum?” He took a step closer. “Or do you need me to help you?”

You froze. Was he actually implying that he wanted to sleep with you? What about your dad? Wasn’t he downstairs?

“My dad’s-“

“At the store.” Theo finished for you. “Your dad went to the store. It’s just you and me, principessa. And i know that you must be so worked up,” he took another step closer standing right by your bed now. “Let me help you.”

You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together at that. He was so eager to help you. To make you feel good. You both wanted it so much. So it couldn’t be that wrong, right?

“Theo-“

“Shhh, I’m gonna make you feel so good baby, don’t worry.”

All your worries and doubts washed away as he pulled off the sheet that had been covering you, and his eyes darkened.

“dea,” he whispered under his breath, “please baby, i need to taste you.”

you couldn’t help but whine out at that. “please..”

Theo smirked slightly, kneeling down at the edge of the bed and yanking your body towards him. Before you could even react, his face was burried in between your legs.

“Ah- fuck teddy-“ you couldn’t finish your words, a loud and pitiful moan leaving your lips. Theo was eating you out like he was in the desert and you were the only source of water.

His tongue flicked your clit as he added his fingers to the mix, pushing two fingers into your cunt.

You whimpered at the stretch, but yearned for more. For him.

He was basically making out with your clit as his fingers sped up the pace, slamming in and out of you roughly.

Soon enough, you felt that familiar heat pool in your stomach, and your eyes rolled back, thighs shaking.

“Ah- Theo- I’m cumming- fuck-“

Theo moaned against your cunt, his tongue flicking your clit faster as his fingers curled, hitting your g-spot.

You couldn’t help but cry out as your orgasm rushed through you. Your body shook as a clear fluid rushed out of you and soaked the sheets and Theo’s face.

Theo’s movements came to a stop as he looked up at you. Once you came down from your high, you looked down and your cheeks flushed when you realized what happened.

“That was so fucking sexy, bella.” was all he said before standing up to rid himself of his clothes.

Once he was fully undressed, he hovered over you, and pressed a soft kiss against your lips. “Please let me fuck you, baby. I need it. I need to fill you up nice and full with my cock. Is that what you want?”

You mindlessly nodded, still dumb from your previous orgasm. “Fuck me, teddy, please.”

That was all the permission he needed before he guided the head of his dick inside you, moaning as he felt your walls stretching for him.

You whimpered, tears pricking your eyes as he slowly pushed himself all the way in.

“Shh, I know baby, I know. But you asked for this remember? You can take it.”

His thrusts started slow, but began to speed up once he noticed you weren’t in any pain anymore. Quite the opposite, actually.

You were a moaning mess for him, tears streaming down your face as he fucked into you.

“Yeah? You like that, hm? You like when i fuck you deep?”

You couldn’t reply, mind slowly going blank as he fucked you dumb. You could do nothing but lay there and take it.

Theo’s eyes drifted down your body, downright whimpering when he realized he could see himself fucking into you. He watched the bulge of his cock slipping in and out of you roughly.

He grabbed your hair, forcing you to look and see what he was seeing.

“You see that, baby? See how deep I am? How well you’re taking me?”

You moaned, clenching around him, screaming his name as his hand pressed down on the bulge, pushing himself out of you.

His thrusts got faster as he felt himself nearing the edge. “I’m gonna fill that perfect little pussy with my cum, yeah? I’m gonna fucking breed you, baby. And you’re gonna lay there and take it like the good little cumslut that you are.”

His words were filthy and disgusting, but you loved it. You loved how he treated you like nothing more than a whore for him to use how he likes.

Soon enough, you were cumming again, a second rush of fluid shooting out of you.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty squirting on my cock-“

Your orgasm seem to go on forever, making a complete mess of your legs as you kept squirting.

“Yeah? You just can’t stop cumming on my dick, huh?” Theo asked. Just as you thought you had finally came down from your high, Theo’s thrusts got faster, and his thumb rubbed rough circles on your clit.

Sobbing, your third orgasm took over, and you couldn’t do anything accept lay there and let him use you.

“That’s it, keep squirting on my cock you filthy fucking whore.”

He whimpered as you clenched around him, and soon painted your walls with his cum.

Theo whimpered slightly as he pulled out, his cum dripping out of you and down your thighs. You shivered at the feeling.

“You did so good for me baby, now let’s run you a bath before your dad get’s home, hm?”

(this is my first time writing a full oneshot im sorry it’s so bad)