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sweetheart!reader and mattheo kiss !

You think you might die if you weren't already dead.

Mattheo Riddle was in your room sitting on the edge of your bed watching you pace around in front of him.

He was trying to evade detention and as a joke (more so evidence of your hopeless devotion), you offered for him to hide out in your dorm room and panicked when he agreed.

Now, here he was, observing your space. He looked a little out of place in the middle of your very "you" dorm room, it was almost comedic.

"So, umm," you started, "how was your charms test?" always going back to one of the classes you had in common when you ran out of things to say.

"It was alright. I got an O." He said with a smug smile peaking through.

"You're kidding! You were able to do the bonus question as well?" You ask.

Instead of replying, he grabs his wand from its place beside him on your bed and points it at the silver cardboard stars hanging around your room. With a flick of his wrist and a muttered spell, the stars begin to dance around the room, circling you.

You stare in wonder as they return to their places.

You look at him with what can only be described as hearts in your eyes. "You're so good at that." You say softly with a smile.

The way you looked at him, all enamoured, like he was a prodigy who happened to be good at spells instead of a riddle who was trained to be - that was his favourite thing about you.

"The weather's pretty outside." You blurt out suddenly, he looks at you with a tilt of his head.

There's a beat of silence broken by you falling into a fit of giggles.

His eyebrows raise. "What?"

"M'sorry, it's just so awkward." you say, still laughing, "I'm not this bad at conversation with anyone else, I promise. I think I just get nervous around you."

He stands suddenly, walking towards you slowly, "you get nervous around me?"

"Not in a bad way, I just get nervous in silence and you're - well, you know - quiet and so I feel like I have to fill it - the silence, I mean - and then I say something stupid and then I seem stupid." during your little monologue, he walked closer and closer to you until you were almost face to face, you tilted your face up to look at him.

"I don't think you're stupid." He says, with an amused smile on his face.

"That's... good." You look at him through wide eyes, the last word faltering a little.

"Your eyes get really wide a lot." He mumbles.

"Oh." You whisper.

"It's cute."

He gently puts his hand on the side of your face.

"Can I?" He murmurs but you cut him off quickly.

"Yes, please." You whisper.

He pulls you into a soft, cautious kiss. You feel dizzy.

Afterwards, when your brain wasn't fuzzy anymore you would probably feel sad because now you were on the long list of girls Mattheo had stolen the hearts of. You didn't want to be discarded. You wished so badly to be special.

You don’t think any of this at the moment, though, because one of his hands is cradling your face and the other occasionally brushes your hair away from your lips.

He pulls away for a moment, gazing at you with a softness you want to believe is reserved for you. You think you might love him. You stare into his eyes and you think maybe he could love you, too.

You kiss him again.

and welcome to the start of situationship!mattheo let’s hope it isn’t an angsty, painful ride!

taglist: @fallingwallsh @espressqe @theodoresvalentine

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Another cute Severitus for you all.

I need to pay this month’s bills, so I’m opening commissions 1/5.

Please DM

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Sebastian Sallow as Your Husband ♡

cries when he sees you at the aisle on your wedding day

*all the guests are shocked*

always up for the kiss from you

“my wife this,” “my wife that” — he simply can’t stop talking about you

big arguments ending up with heated make-outs (always)

dangerously jealous

but when you ask, "what's wrong?" he huffs, "nothing," but his sulking say it all

when he's buried in a project, he forgets food, sleep—everything and you’re the only one who can pull him away

he’d spend his very last knut just to see his wife smile :')

when you’re away, the world feels weird. he counts the seconds until you return (ever since you met at Hogwarts, you've been inseparable, and now each moment apart feels somehow wrong for him)

confident to everyone else, but sometimes, in the quiet of night, he still whispers, “do you still love me?” just to hear you say “yes.”

if anyone crosses a line, Sebastian doesn’t hesitate. he's protective and won't let any disrespect towards you pass

unconsciously positions himself between you and any potential danger (or man), whether in crowded rooms or on the streets

always up for some spontaneous adventures, just like the ones you had at Hogwarts

to others, he’s sharp-tongued and reckless. but to you? he’s tender, vulnerable, and endlessly devoted

Sebastian declares it so often, you’d think it would lose meaning, but it never does — you changed his life

passionately devoted to you despite the years that pass—the kind of husband your female friends can’t help but envy...

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 hi, you can find more of my works about sebastian ♡here♡

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Having learned that Logan's Adamantium weighs about 120lbs (5'3 Logan was 195lbs pre-fusion, 300lbs after, about 20lbs of Adamantium per foot, Hugh is about 1' taller than comic!Logan) makes it pretty impressive that Wade was able to fling around that skeleton like a Party City Halloween prop.

Man's strong. All those fics about Wade being crushed under Logan's weight? Nah babes, he got this

no one who was married to a brick shit house like Cable is getting taken out by a dude with terminator shoved up his ass

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Just wanted to say, I love your art so much ^^ Any chance at seeing snape pick up a younger harry up like a cat ?

Thank you so much ♡♡

I did my best haha 😅

Little harry is a cutieeeee

(He was being 'ignored')

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@thatlittlefangirl Thank you for making me draw this as Snape, lmao

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Just wanted to say, I love your art so much ^^ Any chance at seeing snape pick up a younger harry up like a cat ?

Thank you so much ♡♡

I did my best haha 😅

Little harry is a cutieeeee

(He was being 'ignored')

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Omg Your art is amazing !

Can you please try to draw a Severitus scene like : Snape comfort abused Harry or making potions together ?

Not a obligation

Snape bringing Harry home for the first time (or something)

Excuse my experimental art style

They're so soft here

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Severitus sketches

I've had these in my drafts for forever

I wanna phase out this art style of mine

But harry is so fricken adorable here

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If I Had The Chance

logan howlett x reader

One teeny-tiny silly question lead into something a tad bit bigger for Logan.

TW: nothing, this is pure fluff, just a draft I had for months and never actually posted. this is honestly so silly I was giggling while writing it. not proofed read.

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The mansion was alive with music and chatter, students and teachers alike enjoying the end-of-school celebration. The air was filled with a mixture of excitement and relief, the pressure of the school year behind them. Logan and Y/N stood near the edge of the crowd, out of the spotlight but close enough to feel part of the celebration. Logan had a bottle hidden behind his back, and every now and then, he passed it to Y/N when no one was looking.

“Careful,” Y/N whispered with a grin as she took a sip. “We’re not supposed to have this here, remember?”

Logan’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Since when do we follow the rules?”

She laughed softly, feeling the warmth of the drink settle in her chest. They had always been close, sharing inside jokes and stolen moments like this, but lately, there had been something more—something unspoken hanging between them. The others had noticed too, often teasing them about their connection.

“So,” Y/N said suddenly, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Out of all of us here... if you had to, who would you marry?”

Logan turned to her, raising a brow at the unexpected question. “What kinda question is that?”

She shrugged, trying to keep her tone casual. “I don’t know. Just something stupid. Who would you pick?”

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s a dumb question.”

“Oh, come on! It’s just for fun. Who would it be?” Y/N pressed, enjoying the way Logan was avoiding her question. She could see the slight smirk forming on his lips.

“Marry? No one,” he replied gruffly, looking away as if to change the subject. “We’re not talking about this.”

Y/N crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. “Would you have preferred the ‘who would you sleep with’ question?”

Logan glanced at her from the corner of his eye but remained silent. His silence only made Y/N more determined, a playful grin creeping onto her face.

“Well, if I had the chance to marry someone here,” Y/N said, feigning thoughtfulness before pointing her finger at him. “It would definitely be you.”

Logan stopped mid-swig and turned to her, eyes narrowing slightly. “If you had to?” he repeated, emphasizing her words with a teasing tone. “Or if you had the chance?”

Y/N’s face immediately turned bright red as she realized her mistake. “Uh... well... I mean—”

He leaned a little closer, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “’Cause there’s a difference, darlin’. One’s a duty, the other’s a choice.”

Y/N stammered, desperately trying to backtrack. “I... I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant... you know... hypothetically!”

Logan chuckled deeply, clearly enjoying her discomfort. “Sure you did.”

She rolled her eyes, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

He didn’t say anything at first, just watched her for a moment with that infuriating smirk. Finally, after letting her squirm long enough, he leaned back against the wall and, almost casually, said, “Well, if I had the chance, I’d marry you too.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, caught completely off guard by his sudden admission. She opened her mouth to say something but found herself utterly speechless.

Logan gave her a wink, his tone light but sincere. “Guess that makes us even.”

And just like that, he handed her the bottle and turned back to watch the party, leaving Y/N standing there, her heart racing and a million thoughts running through her mind.

The party continued around them, but all Y/N could focus on was the warmth spreading through her chest—though this time, it wasn’t from the booze.

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As the night grew late, the energy in the mansion started to wind down. Groups of students headed off to bed or continued chatting in smaller circles, while the music softened to a quieter background hum. Y/N found herself lingering near Logan, their playful exchange still buzzing in her mind.

They hadn’t said anything more about the marriage comment, and Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that Logan had left her hanging on purpose, just to mess with her. Typical.

She looked over at him, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, looking effortlessly cool. She could still feel the warmth from his earlier words, and it bugged her that she had no clever comeback ready.

“So,” Y/N said, breaking the comfortable silence between them, “you’re just gonna drop that line and leave it like that?”

Logan glanced at her sideways, a teasing grin already forming. “What line?”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Don’t act like you don’t know.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on her. “You were the one to ask the question.”

“Right,” Y/N said, “and you sounded pretty serious for a silly question.”

Logan turned his head slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Was it a silly question?”

The way he said it made her pause, caught off guard. She hadn’t been expecting him to flip it on her like that.

“Well, yeah,” she said, though her voice wavered slightly. “I was joking around.”

“Were you?” he asked, his tone calm but laced with curiosity.

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. Was he serious? The playful energy from earlier had shifted, and suddenly, she found herself standing closer to him than she had realized. She could see the faint lines around his eyes, the roughness of his skin, and the way he was watching her now—intensely.

“You know, you can’t just say things like that and then pretend it’s no big deal,” she said softly, her voice losing some of its teasing edge.

Logan’s smirk faded into something softer, more thoughtful. “Maybe it is a big deal,” he said quietly. His voice was low, the roughness in his tone giving away more than he intended.

Y/N blinked, her breath catching in her throat. Was this really happening? She wanted to say something, anything, but the words seemed to get stuck.

Logan took a small step toward her, his gaze never leaving hers. “You said you’d marry me too, remember? So don’t act like you’re off the hook.”

Y/N’s mouth opened, but all that came out was a nervous laugh. “Yeah, but I was just... I mean, it was hypothetical!”

“Hm,” Logan hummed, his eyes still locked on her. “Sounded pretty real to me.”

There was a tension in the air now, the kind that made her stomach flip. He was so close, and she could smell the faint scent of whiskey and cigar smoke on him, mixed with something uniquely Logan. It made her dizzy in the best way.

“I—” Y/N began, but the words were swallowed by the silence between them. For once, Logan wasn’t teasing. He was looking at her with that serious, guarded expression he wore when something actually mattered to him. 

“Logan,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft background music. “Are you serious?”

For a moment, he didn’t answer, just looked at her as if weighing his options. Then, with a soft grunt, he leaned in closer, his forehead almost touching hers.

“Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” he murmured.

The world seemed to freeze for a second, the weight of his words settling between them like an invisible force. Y/N’s heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and for the first time, she wasn’t sure if they were still teasing or if this was something more.

Before either of them could say anything else, someone called out from across the room, breaking the moment. They both pulled back, the spell broken, and Y/N could see a flicker of regret in Logan’s eyes before he turned away.

“Guess that’s our cue,” he muttered, giving her one last glance before heading toward the doorway. She watched him go, her chest tightening with unspoken words. But just as he reached the door, he turned back and met her gaze.

“’Night, Y/N.”

The way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine. And then he was gone, leaving her standing there, her heart racing and her mind spinning.

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The mansion was eerily quiet as the last of the partygoers trickled out, leaving only a few lights dimly flickering in the grand hallways. Y/N was still standing where Logan had left her, trying to shake off the flurry of emotions from their almost-moment.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair, her thoughts still spinning around Logan’s words. Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. Was that real? Was she really about to believe him?

Unable to rest with so many unanswered questions, she slipped out onto the balcony for some fresh air. The night sky stretched out before her, cool and calming. For a moment, Y/N let herself breathe in the silence.

But it didn’t last long.

“You’re gonna catch a cold out here.”

She jumped, startled, spinning around to find Logan leaning casually against the doorway, his arms crossed.

“You scared me,” she said, placing a hand over her chest.

He smirked. “Didn’t mean to.”

Logan stepped onto the balcony, the door clicking shut behind him as he joined her. For a moment, neither of them spoke. He leaned against the railing beside her, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.

“Not really,” she admitted.

“Thinking about something?” he pressed, though his tone was casual.

Y/N hesitated, glancing sideways at him. She wanted to brush it off, but something in his expression made her stop.

“Maybe,” she said quietly.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Does it have to do with what I said earlier?”

She let out a small laugh, though it came out more nervous than amused. “What do you think?”

He didn’t answer right away, instead letting the silence stretch. Finally, he said, “You know I meant it, right?”

Her breath caught, and she turned to look at him fully. He was watching her now, his usual smirk replaced by something softer, more genuine.

“You’re really not going to let me play this off, are you?” she asked, trying to keep her tone light.

“Not when it’s the truth,” Logan said simply.

Y/N felt her cheeks flush, and she looked away, focusing on the stars instead. She hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected him to be so… earnest.

“Logan…” she started, but her voice trailed off. She let out a shaky breath. “You know I was just joking.”

But even as she said it, the words felt hollow. She wasn’t joking, not really. She had thrown the question out there in a playful way, hoping to hide how much she had actually meant it.

Logan, however, wasn’t letting her off that easy.

“You were joking,” he echoed, though his tone made it clear he didn’t believe her. “You sure about that?”

Y/N met his eyes, searching for the right words, but all she could find was the truth.

“No,” she admitted softly. “I wasn’t joking.”

For a long moment, neither of them said anything. Logan’s expression softened, though the intensity in his eyes remained. The night air felt charged with something between them—something fragile, but real.

He took a step closer, closing the distance between them. “Why didn’t you just say that from the start?”

Y/N laughed, though it was more nervous than anything. “Because it’s you,” she said, exasperated. “You’re not exactly easy to talk to when it comes to… feelings.”

Logan smirked at that, the hint of a grin tugging at his lips. “Can’t argue with that.”

They stood there in silence for another beat, both aware of how close they were now. Y/N could feel the warmth radiating off him, could see the way his chest rose and fell with slow, measured breaths.

“Look,” Logan said, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. “I’m not good at this…whatever…crap this is.” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I meant what I said.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “About marrying me?”

Logan chuckled, his eyes flickering with amusement. “Yeah. Though I think we should date first, you know?”

Y/N huffed a laugh at that, looking up at him, not knowing what to say, yet.

Logan took another step toward her, his eyes softer now, less guarded than she’d ever seen them. “I ain’t exactly the marrying type,” he said gruffly, his hand coming up to gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face. “But if I were… yeah, it’d be you.”

Y/N could feel her cheeks heating up, her mind racing to catch up with everything he was saying. Before she could overthink it, she smiled—really smiled—and finally let herself relax.

“Well,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “lucky for you, if you had to marry someone and it was me…I’d say yes.”

Logan’s smirk grew wider, and for a brief moment, all the tension between them melted away. They weren’t just two people who’d been teasing each other all night. They were them—close, familiar, and something more.

Y/N felt a surge of confidence, emboldened by the way he was looking at her. Her heart hammered in her chest, but she couldn’t deny the pull between them anymore.

She took a step closer, standing just inches away now, her gaze never leaving his. “You know,” she said softly, “we could keep pretending, or…”

Logan raised an eyebrow, his signature smirk faltering ever so slightly as he realized where this was going.

“Or?” he prompted, his voice low.

“Or we could stop pretending,” Y/N finished, her voice steady despite the butterflies swirling in her stomach.

For a moment, neither of them moved, the air between them thick with anticipation. Logan’s eyes searched hers, as if trying to figure out if she was serious.

Then, he let out a soft laugh, almost a huff, the corner of his mouth curling into an amused, knowing smile.

“Is that your way of saying I can kiss you?” he asked, his voice warm and teasing.

Y/N smiled back, her confidence growing. “Maybe it is.”

That was all the encouragement Logan needed. He closed the distance, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, but filled with all the unspoken things they hadn’t said. Y/N melted into him, her hands resting against his chest as the world seemed to fall away around them.

When they finally pulled back, Y/N was breathless, her heart racing as she met his gaze.

Logan looked down at her, his smirk returning but softer this time. “Well, I’d say that complicates things,” he murmured.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “I think it makes things a lot simpler, actually.”

He grinned, and for the first time in a long time, Logan looked… happy. Really, genuinely happy.

“Yeah,” he said softly, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “Maybe you’re right.”

They stood there on the balcony, wrapped up in the quiet night and each other, finally free of all the teasing and dancing around their feelings.

And maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something neither of them had seen coming—but had wanted all along.

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savoured relief.

A/n: Mattheo x reader, more fluff! will do a nsfw if needed to balance it out. will do a theo nsfw next!.. scenario: you and Mattheo are holding each other in a tree at night.

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the cold breeze washes over your body, causing you to lean in to his embrace whilst you both nestled comfortably on the bark of the tree, the infinite sky shimmering with every soft flash. The boy holding you so tenderly gazing down at you. Admiring every feature you have. “Don’t know how I deserved you, love.” he softly murmured, hand caressing your hair and dipped his cranium down to nuzzle in to your neck, breathing in your scent that grounded him from his messy life at Hogwarts. The truth for Mattheo; is that everyone saw him as ‘The dark lords son’, or ‘you-know who’s child’. Stares shot at him every time he passes through the hallway some of disgust or fear due to his heritage and family tree. ~ you shifted to look up at him, lifting his face from your neck, not uttering a word. That’s how your relationship worked: you two never needed words to communicate—just touch, your hand resting on his cheekbone while your thumb swiped over his scars. Drowsiness coming over you two from the day, deciding to close your eyes and take a turn to inhale his scent. Burying your face in his chest while the boy held you. Luckiest man in the world. he’d think.

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Hi Marky! 💘😽 thought id pop in for a request - I liked this groceries idea but I thought I’d spin it a bit. For a au pinning where you flat with Blaise and Theo and one time when Mattheo is over you’re out of groceries so he offers to go with you. And it’s just bit pining over doing a mundane task together - kind of inspired by the song groceries by mallrat sorry if this is shit lmfao ily! 🤍

pairing - mattheo riddle x fem!reader

warnings - fluff, soft matty, theo and blaise are pretty useless

a/n - thanks for the request flower, I love it 💕

wordcount - 849

“Whose turn was it to buy groceries?” you asked, staring into the barren wasteland of the fridge. A half-empty carton of orange juice and a single, lonely lemon mocked you from the shelves.

“Not mine,” Blaise called from the living room, where he was sprawled across the couch like a Renaissance painting.

Theo, perched on the armrest with a mug in hand, raised a brow. “It was yours.”

You slammed the fridge door shut. “No, it wasn’t. I went last time. It’s someone else’s turn.”

Blaise didn’t even glance up from his magazine. “I vote Theo.”

“You can’t just ‘vote’ me,” Theo retorted.

“Watch me.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the counter. “You’re all useless, you know that? The only thing left in this flat is desperation and vibes.”

“And even the vibes are questionable,” Theo said, earning a snort from Blaise.

At that moment, the front door opened, and Mattheo strolled in like he owned the place. He glanced at the scene—Blaise reclining like a bored prince, Theo sipping tea like he was better than everyone, and you looking moments away from a breakdown—and smirked.

“Trouble in paradise?” he asked, shrugging off his jacket.

“We’re out of food,” you replied flatly.

“Out of food, out of coffee…” Theo mused. “Out of patience, if we’re talking about her.”

You shot him a glare. “Don’t test me.”

Mattheo chuckled, leaning casually against the counter. “Sounds like you need to hit the store.”

“She does,” Blaise chimed in, flipping a page.

“Well, I’m not going alone,” you said, crossing your arms.

Mattheo raised a brow. “You scared of the big bad grocery store?”

“No, I just know that if I go alone, I’ll end up doing everything, and then you three will eat it all and leave me with nothing but crumbs.”

“Harsh,” Theo said, though he didn’t look particularly offended.

“I’ll go with you,” Mattheo said, surprising everyone.

The room went quiet for a beat. Blaise raised his head, looking between you and Mattheo with barely concealed amusement. “Since when do you volunteer for manual labor?”

Mattheo shrugged. “I’m feeling generous.”

“Generous?” Theo snorted. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

“Shut up, Theo,” Mattheo muttered, his ears tinging pink.

You hesitated, glancing between the boys. “Fine. But if you’re coming, you’re carrying the bags.”

“Deal,” he said, already heading toward the door.

“Have fun, lovebirds,” Blaise called, earning himself a glare from Mattheo and a not-so-light smack on the back of the head from you.

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The grocery store was quieter than usual.

Mattheo grabbed a cart without being asked, his fingers drumming lightly on the handle as you started down the first aisle.

“You’ve got a system, right?” he asked, glancing at the list in your hand.

“I don’t need a system,” you replied, tossing a loaf of bread into the cart. “I know what we need.”

“That’s a system,” he said, smirking.

“You’re a system,” you muttered under your breath, and his chuckle sent a small thrill through you.

The two of you moved through the aisles in a rhythm that was surprisingly natural. He handed you things from higher shelves without asking, tossed in snacks you didn’t have the heart to scold him for, and even managed to charm an older woman into letting you skip the queue at the deli counter.

“You’re awfully good at this,” you said as he expertly steered the cart around a corner.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” he replied, smirking.

“Sorry, I just didn’t peg you as the domestic type.”

He shrugged, adding a pack of chocolate biscuits to the cart. “Maybe I’m full of surprises.”

You tried to ignore the flutter in your chest as he said it, focusing instead on grabbing a box of cereal.

By the time you reached the self-checkout, the cart was full, and the air between you felt lighter, more comfortable. He took over scanning the items, his grin widening every time you tried to help.

“Are you having fun?” you asked, exasperated.

“Maybe,” he said, scanning a box of tea. “It’s cute when you get all bossy.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but the words stuck as his grin softened into something warmer, more genuine.

Mattheo carried most of the bags without complaint, the muscles in his arms flexing just enough to make your heart race if you looked too long.

“Thanks for coming with me,” you said after a while.

“Anytime,” he replied, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

You hesitated, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “You didn’t have to, though. Blaise or Theo could’ve—”

“They wouldn’t have,” he interrupted, his voice quiet but certain. “And even if they would’ve, I wanted to.”

The simplicity of his words left you momentarily speechless.

By the time you reached the flat, your heart was racing for an entirely different reason. As you unpacked the groceries together, his hand brushed yours, lingering just long enough to make you wonder if it was on purpose.

And when he smiled at you—soft, a little shy—you couldn’t help but smile back.

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so let me share something with you guys for a second

(nsfw)

ghost is hot, right? we all know that. picture him always having someone sneaking out his room during unsocial able hours, shushes and clattering of buckles hitting the floor as his latest hookup creeps back down the halls to the cold barracks

and you, the awkward recruit with a fat crush on your lieutenant who envys every person who shamelessly shoots their shot with him and succeeds. letting him make a mess out of them for one night only

and it is always one night only

no same person has ever left his room twice, nothing more than a cheap hookup to him. you know you wouldn’t be any different, shown the door before you can even get your cargos zipped back up but if it meant at least one night with simon riley, you really didn’t care

but when it’s finally your turn? when you finally drink up enough courage to speak to the brooding man in the corner nursing his own drink in the corner of the bar, it turns out he didn’t even know your name

but that’s okay, it’s not like he was gonna be your future husband anyway so you power through. pull out all the charisma you have stored away for moments like this and you soon find yourself back in his room, making a complete fool of yourself

struggling to unbuckle his belt, biting down too hard on his lip during the, quite frankly, terrible make-out session that led up to your current situation, responding to his dirty talk with blinded stutters

and when he finally pulls out his cock? you’re too nervous to relax, and it doesn’t fit. before he can give you some half-assed ‘s’alright, love. another time, yeah?’, you’re shoving him off and rushing out his room before you can even get yourself fully-dressed

for weeks, you avoid him. at least, that’s what he calls it. you didn’t consider it avoidance under the assumption that he had no intentions of pursuing you again

simon was under the same assumption, and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about you. every hook-up leading up to you was a performance, an act he completed as some odd way of reminding himself that he was still, in fact, human

your heated cheeks and scrunched nose every time you fumbled was strangely refreshing to simon, a friendly reminder that not everything needed to be so serious, so professional. maybe the humanising act could be an experience instead, he thinks as he reaches for his phone

that night had been keeping you up for weeks, replaying every stupid way you messed up the thing you had been thinking about since you laid eyes on simon

and then your phone pings. from an unknown number.

‘price is off base. come to my room and I’ll make it fit this time.’

[kuroosdumbslut]

daydreaming about the way mattheo riddle fucks. it's not just sex, it's a whole experience. he wants to be sure it's something you're going to fantasise about again, "open those eyes, pretty girl, look at me. remember me so you can picture me properly next time you touch yourself." mattheo likes to take his time, he likes to make it a little messy, he likes to have you gasping and begging, sheets scrunched up in your hands as you leave puddles on his bed because it just feels so damn good. he wants a ring of your lipstick around the base of his cock before he makes you cream on it, he wants your slick on his chin and his fingers and all down the insides of your thighs. he wants to watch his own cum dribble out of you before pushing it back in and smirking at your whines. "hold your legs open, so I can stuff it all back in. you'll keep it all nice and safe, won't you? 'course you will." he wants you shaking so hard your muscles tense up, he wants to come so hard himself his voice is hoarse and he's shining with sweat as his eyes roll back. because he's not a selfless lover, he's just so damn good his selfishness doesn't matter. "fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby. you've got such a perfect cunt." not when edging himself so it feels all the better means multiple orgasms for you, not when watching you cry and whine because it makes him so hard also means he makes you feel things you've never felt before. not when making you scream his name so loud people can hear because he loves to let everyone know means you also get an earth-shattering orgasm. mattheo will fuck your throat and come on your face just to tell you how pretty you look as he lets you suck it off of his fingers. he'd let you scratch your name into his back, or press a sharp heel to his chest, as long as he can inflict a little pleasurable pain too. "would you let me bite you, baby? make you bleed a little, pretty please?" he likes to leave his mark, messy, scratches and bites and hickeys and little fingertip-shaped bruises. he likes to slap your face and your arse and your clit, he likes to push your thighs open so far they ache and bend you into positions you couldn't even imagine before, he likes to press down on your stomach as you some just to make it tighter for himself, and so much more intense for you. mattheo riddle fucks like a man possessed.

[kuroosdumbslut]

old man logan is not used to this.

fem!reader. suggestive themes. old man!logan is so complex! 

after the incident in the mansion, the bloodshed and tragedy that results in you cradled in his arms,

he took you in as if you were a stray. wet in the rain, he protects you from the terrifying droplets. 

it came to a realization that—

logan’s not used to this. the everlasting devotion shining in your eyes. how, when you are scared, you look to him for guidance; for help; for a calloused hand on your back as he carries you through a tornado above.

he’s not used to being the divine—the one being worshipped—the one wholly.

but here you are, before him, shaking and faithful. eyes filled with tears, yes, but your chin tipped upwards. staring and waiting for his blessing. 

fuck. he cursed, cupping your cheek and swiping just underneath your eye. like this, he feels like someone: a hero.  

“i know, i know,” he’d say. “‘ve got you, sweet’art. i’ve got you.”

you close your eyes and nuzzle your cheek into his palm, mewling, breaths hitching, and so, so trusting. 

a hero. 

how could someone see his scars, his anger—see the blood on his hands and still find comfort in his mayhem?

next thing he knows is that he has pushed himself against you and claimed your lips in a spit-slicked kiss. his greyish beard crowds the feel of your face as he picks you up. breathless.

old man logan devours every sound you make—every hiccupped breath, every gasped-out mewl, every stutter of his name—he devours it all.

”logan,” you whisper, voice sweet like honey. overwhelming him, making him fragile. 

years before, he’d say he’s not a fuckin’ hero. never meant to be in any world-saving team-up. x-men, what a joke, he’d say.

though, now, you see him as a hero, your hero—

he gets to understand how good it feels to be needed. what people really mean when they say humans are social creatures.

"fuck," logan groans out, hard underneath his slacks, the weight of his cock rests heavy, "look at ya’, pretty girl."

[kuroosdumbslut]

KINKTOBER

╰┈➤ DAY SEVENTEEN: PAIN KINK w/ LOGAN HOWLETT

The moment you walked through the door, freshly done nails sparkling so pretty after your appointment, face beaming as you rush to show them off, Logan knew he was done for. Long stiletto nails, painted in a beautiful rich crimson. They're cute, but his mind immediately went to the damage they could do, the damage he needs them to do.

Logan practically pounced off of the couch, instantly taking your hands in his, thumbs tracing the sharp, pointed tips of each nail with a dark desperation glazing over his eyes. His cock is already chubbing up in his sweats just imagining you clawing at his body, thin lines of red being left in the wake of your nails, quickly fading to be replaced by new ones straightaway.

"You kill me, y'know that, right?" Logan chuckles, voice rough with desire, making you laugh softly. It's almost cute how turned-on Logan gets from the simple things. He's always quicker to fuck you when you're hunched over the edge of the bath shaving your legs than when you're twirling around in a new set of lingerie.

"Shut up, Lo'. It's just a bit of polish." You scoff, rolling your eyes at his antics.

You're more or less unfazed by Logan's obvious arousal, more focused on the way his emerald gaze glints with hunger as he drags you down onto the couch slowly, pinning you under his muscular frame. His eager lips dive into the crook of your neck, nibbling and lapping at the soft skin of your throat as he holds both of your hands in one of his, still captivated by the way the dim living room lights glisten against the dark red nail polish.

As your back sinks against the couch cushions, you pull your hands away from Logan's grip, bringing them up to squeeze at his broad shoulders. The pointed tips of your nails lightly dig into Logan's skin, prodding at his flesh hesitantly, earning a hearty groan against the side of your neck as he nuzzles further into your body.

"Jus' like that. Good fuckin' girl." Logan hisses, frantically grabbing at your pants and tugging them down your legs, quickly doing the same to himself before spreading your thighs, eyes locked on the cute little moist patch decorating your panties. With a grin, he licks his lips, making you let out a breathy giggle, before he shuts you up by ripping your underwear clean off your body.

"Logan-" You start, ready to scold him for being so careless, but you're once again silenced as he nudges his cock out from his boxers and rubs himself up and down your drooling cunny, gathering your slick before prodding his fat head inside. Logan growls low in his throat as he stretches you out, his movements steady and powerful as he grips your hips tightly, guiding you along with him.

Logan's gruff features soften, a rugged smile gracing his face as he starts thrusting into you, hips snapping with each powerful movement, hitting just the right spot with a blunt, sloppy smack each time. Your soft gasps and whines only fuel his desire, making him bite down on your shoulder and moan as his hands rest firmly on either side of your head, biceps flexing with every thrust.

"Y' feel so good, princess. C'mon, make me yours. Please." Logan breathes out, what was meant to come out as a dominating order becoming a desperate plea for you to make him feel good, for you to use those nails for their true, nasty, dirty purpose.

You look up at him with knitted brows, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you take in his messy hair and frantic, deep thrusts that you swear you can feel in the pit of your stomach. You hesitate for a moment, then finally muster up the courage to you curl your nails into the flesh of his shoulder blades.

Logan's eyes roll back into his head, a guttural moan escaping him as he feels the sharp tips sink into his skin, his hips stuttering for a moment as he fights back the urge to cum right then and there, before pushing back in even deeper.His movements become even more erratic, grunting and growling in pleasure as he feels the sting of your nails against his skin, your digits dragging along his back as you hold on for dear life with each brutal slam of his fat cock into your gushing cunt.

The moment is almost perfect. The only let down is that in the morning, even the meanest of scratches you're leaving on him will be long healed, much to Logan's dismay.

Right now, though? It's totally worth the $90 he gave you for those sexy fucking nails.

[kuroosdumbslut]

Jacked and kind

Summary: jacked and kind TikTok trend with Logan 😋

Warnings: age gap (reader is 18+), size difference don’t think there’s anymore, probably grammar mistakes.

It was midday and you and Logan were lounging in the living room of your shared apartment. You are scrolling on tiktok head resting on his chest while he is just watching you. You come across the jacked and kind tiktok trend and you want to see if Logan will do it will do it with you.

In the videos you see the men picking up their girlfriend and putting them on their shoulder. In a lot of the videos the men are straining with holding up their girlfriends, however, with Logan’s heightened strength you figure it would be easy. You look over to Logan and notice he is already looking at you; his eyes full of fondness and love.

You look at him with your best puppy dog eyes and jut out your bottom lip “logannn?” You drawl.

“hmm?” he hums in question.

“Can you do this with me?” You ask tilting the phone in his direction so he can see what your talking about. He gives you an incredulous look, “really?” He asks not the least bit impressed.

Logan rolls his eyes, “this is why the government is getting rid of tiktok. I swear you gen z-ers, or whatever the hell you call yourselves, get the stupidest ideas.”

You scoff at his old-timey-ness, “whatever grandpa, could you just do it with me? Please?” You beg him.

He rolls his eyes, “the things I do for you, woman.”

You know you’ve got him rapped around your finger. Your certain that if you asked him to jump he’d simply just ask how high.

You set up your phone at the right angle and look up at him towering over you. “Should we practice?” You ask.

Logan furrows his brows in confusion, “why would we do that?”

“So you don’t drop me,” you respond like it was obvious.

Logan just rolled his eyes, “I’m not gonna drop you, just push the damn button.” You walk over and set a 3 second timer before it starts recording.

When the song starts playing Logan places his hand on your waist, his large hand engulfing almost the entire left side and lifts you up with one hand. One. Hand. And deposits you on his shoulder unceremoniously. He looks up at you, “see, bub, I told you I wouldn’t drop you.”

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