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funny how some people will preach “support writers!!” and then turn around and reblog posts shitting on people who write short drabbles and smut like it’s a crime. newsflash: not everyone has the time, energy, or desire to sit down and write a 10k yearning slowburn every time they want to post something. sometimes people just wanna write 500 words of filth and call it a day. because it’s supposed to be fun. it’s a hobby. what’s so hard to get?

also… you’re not slick. you know damn well your mutuals (aka the very people who write the type of content you’re complaining about) were gonna see that passive aggressive ass reblog. it’s disrespectful. instead of crying because someone’s 800 word smut drabble got more notes than a 12k yearning fic, maybe take a breath and remember nobody owes you a certain type of content. if you want long fics so bad, go write them yourself. or idk, look for them instead of bashing writers who are just doing what makes them happy. they’re literally out there.

it’s also so embarrassing to see writers dragging other writers because they’re bitter about engagement. i write long fics too. i have fics that are 5k+, 7k+, 9k+, and yet you don’t see me out here making unnecessary posts and reblogs about what other people decide to create with their hobby in their own free time.

anyway. support all writers. don’t bash them for having fun and writing what they want instead of what other people want. ♡

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currently rewatching CM and s. 6 ep. 2 where JJ leaves is so gut wrenching.

I KNOW SHELL BE BACK BUT WTF

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I actually need spencer reid so bad

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in my room- icp

pairing: Theodore Nott x Hogwarts!Ghost! Reader

genre: smut/ angst

warnings: mdni! ghost obviously, smoking, kissing, fingering, oral (m receiving) unprotected p in v (not like she can get pregnant?!), dirty talk, italian nicknames, hard concern for Theo's sanity,

summary: The Hogwarts castle is full of ghosts, the moaning myrtle, sir nicholas, and countless others, but what happens if a student falls for one of those ghosts that wander around the castle?

a/n: always wanted to build a story about this song so now Theo has to suffer, because hogwarts has etablished ghosts in their daily life, all my characters are 18+, modern au, reader pov

w/c: 2,161

'2:45 and the bell went off, thank God Many people think I'm odd But I talk with no one and I walk alone'

and it's a fact, the people started to think that Theodore Nott becomes more and more odd, once he was snarky, loud and together with Mattheo Riddle the center of attention whenever they stepped in the same room. In the last few weeks Theo ditched parties, was the first to leave classes and skipped meals. His friends had two options for what's happening there, it's either the fact that Theo's dad affected his mannerism enough to cause a bad mental state, or which seemed way more realistic for all other noble slytherin heirs around Theo... it's a girl, and if it is a girl, Theo does everything to keep to himself who it is.

Every other afternoon there's an open discussion in the luxury decorated green common room. 'I bet it's a sweet hufflepuff girl that triggered something like a soft spot in him' Blaise throws in the room, leaning back against his velvet armchair like this is his castle and the common room is his throne room. 'Could also be a ravenclaw girl that is too smart for us to hang around' Mattheo's voice is dripping with sarcasm while his lighter illuminates his face. Draco looks up from his book in his lap, 'it would put you all into a coma if it's a boy'. Enzo face lights up in amusement, 'it would put you into a coma if it's Potter.' That earns him the coldest glare one of the boys received from draco in a good while.

'I don't care, I walk in and go right up the stairs To my room, get in bed, and just wait for dark Because that's when the real show starts'

Theo sits on lays back against his headboard, he knows Mattheo won't be back soon in their shared dorm. The faint smells of cigarettes and multiple potions from a long school day linger around Theo when the presence of her makes the way into the chaotic dorm of two boys.

'So young and pretty, it's too bad she passed But she comes to my room and we talk at night'

Of course Theo started to be actually concerned for his already little miserable mental state when he first started talking to you, but on the other hand he's seen countless other interactions between students and ghosts, a little friendly banter here and there, an quick etablished inside joke and the common rooms are guarded by portraits. So a little conversation with you here and there wouldn't drive him to the edge of sanity, right?

'She's demonic and bloody but she holds me tight In my bedroom, with her, I'm never alone'

Theo didn't realized when all those little conversations turned into opening up to you in a way people like Mattheo couldn't even imagine about, you remembered small details like theo's schedule or what lunches he skips because he just didn't like the food options. He felt drawn to you like he was Ikarus and you were the sun. He know it will hurt in the end but he couldn't stop, he needed to get closer and closer to you.

'And I kiss her cold lips until the morning comes'

The first kiss Theo initiated wasn't even cold, no, his cheeks burned enough for the two of you, it felt strange, like a tickle, a breath of fresh air after a long night filled with alcohol and cigarettes. The second you step out of the bar, exactly that feeling captured in the kiss. Theo loved every second of it. This wasn't meaningless like the kisses he shared with the girls in his life, this was diffrent. Theo started to crave you like nothing he could compare in his life.

'Usually we just lay there, where we hold each other We're lovers, we don't need others'

Theo couldn't stop. Kisiing wasn't enough anymore, he needed to feel you fully, completely, he needed to feel you in ways others would probably lock him up for.

That lead to a particular rainy afternoon, a saturday to be specific. The clouds were heavy around the castle. Still was Theo in his room and very sure his friends were in the Three Broomsticks or somewhere in Hogsmeade causing chaos, usually Theo would be by their side, of course, but today, today he told Mattheo once again he didn't feel really good and he needs to focus on the upcoming exams for the following week.

It was a weak lie, and Theo knew that Mattheo was well aware of Theo's pathetic excuses to stay inside their room, but still..

'Teddy what's on your mind?' you ask sweet, like you always are around him. He couldn't help but take in your beautiful features, a bit grey, but in no scenario would've done that anything to your breathtaking presence to Theo.

'It's you, cara mia, it's always you.', his voice is dripping with honesty, pure admiring honesty and if you could you would blush up to your ears, instead, you thank him for the sweet words with a kiss on his warm and soft lips. It always tastes a bit like cigarettes to kiss him, and the faint note of mint, like he chews on peppermint leaves when he knows he'll see you today.

His bed is warm and always smells good, there's no place in this castle that welcomes you more than Theo's warm sheets. His fingers brush over your cheeks and you can feel the way he's hesistating to actually touch you.

'Teddy i won't break, you know that, right?' you laugh soft, tilting your head a bit to properly face him. 'Piccola, i'm scared that you'll disappear if i take that step that i wanna take.' It's clear what he means. 'i want that too and i promise to not disappear afterwards.'

Your words are the permission he needs. his hand slowly travels down your body, it's a unknown feeling for both of you, and you don't know how much you'll be able to feel of that, but you help Theo to take off your pants anyways. Theo's Adam's apple boobles with how heavy he swallows, he's done that countless times. He had a reputation as one of the biggest players around the whole school, but with you, oh merlin was he nervous.

You were pretty sure of which body functions still worked perfectly fine, so you're not suprised when the moan escapes your cold lips when Theo's warm fingers make the much needed contact with your slick folds, he's holding back and you feel how much in the way his arm flexes and he occasionally closes his eyes.

'Please, teddy, please', you whisper out breathless and that's his undoing, two of his warm fingers slip inside you while the other arm cages you against him. You breathless moan in the curve of his neck while his fingers curl up in all right spots. His breathing gets heavier with every moan that falls, you feel him getting harder against you thigh. His name halls back from the walls like it is the only thing you know anymore.

The warm feeling in your abdomen only tightens when he kisses your neck soft and loving. 'Come for me, cara mia, show me how much you want me.' That's it, your muscles tense in your whole body and you fall back in his soft mattress, letting out high pitched, shaky moans.

'you're so beautiful, baby, so unbelievable beautiful.', he whispers in your ear, you can't help it you need to kiss the soft warm skin of his neck, down to his collarbone

'Teddy i need to feel you in my mouth, i need it, please.', he nods, desperatly, he needs you too and you know it. 'Yes, baby, of course.' His italian accent thickens when lust hazes his mind.

You lick over his length and you feel your body shaking again. You wrap your mouth around him and Theo immediatly rolls his head back. He never felt a sensation like that, it feels cold and warm at the same time, but the warmth is just a trick of his mind. He looks down on you and the way he can see himsel vanishing in your almost transparent throat, he moans shaky, he couldn't even imagine this image in his wildest and craziest dreams. Drool slowly spills over the corners on your mouth and Theo's hand grips your hair.

'S..stop, cara mia, stop-' he presses out and you abruptly stop and look up and brush over your mouth to clean the mess. 'Did i do something wrong?' you ask. your voice dripping with insecurity.

'Merlin, no, my love..' Theo immediatly shakes his head '...but if you keep going i'll finish before i felt your pretty cunt around me and i need you so bad, baby.' Heat shots again straight to your core when he spins you over and his broad shoulders cage you in. One arm is wrapping around your head. 'Are you okay, mia regina?' You nod as permission to him.

He slowly pushes himself in you and you moan in sync with eachother, both of your names falling from the lips of the other one.

Theo's eyes travel down your body, he watches how his length pushes into you again and again, his thrusts stutter when he realizes that he can see all of him through you.

'Fuck baby, you take me so well and you look so pretty doing so', Theo's words encourage you only to moan louder and look up at him. One hand holds himself next to your head, while the other hand quickly finds your most sensitive spot, rubbing precise circles to push you to the edge.

'Teddy, oh merlin, i can't, please don't stop.' If you could form actual words you would let him know how good you're feeling but Theo is driving you crazy with his movements.

You clench around him so tight when you finish that he shots his hot strings of cum deep inside you. He gently lays down next to you and combs his fingers through your hair.

'You took me so well, cara mia, it felt amazing', as response you need against him. Your eyes drop, not because you're tired, it's been a good while since you felt really tired, no, in your chest sets a warm cozy feeling, so close to Theo after the best feeling you ever had.

'She told me she was spotted by the neighbor's kid She can't come back now 'cause they know our secret'

Mattheo opens the dorm door and if you had a heart it would've dropped in your stomach. 'Nott you missed out on so much, due to the rain all white shirts of all girls were almost see -through, you would be suprised if you knew how many of them don't wear..' Mattheo's face falls when he sees you. A ghost, obviously, not deniable and naked in his best friends bed.

'What the fuck is going on here?' Mattheo's voice is high and in absolute disbelief, he can't follow his running thoughts about what happend and what was going on in the past weeks with Theo.

You leave Theo's room before the scene turns from a rom-com in a horror movie, deep down you know for Mattheo it's nothing else but a horror movie and you know where to find Theo anyways when he's alone again.

'I waited two or three months, four months Waitin' for the tap tap just for once'

Not once you encountered with Theo since then after you eavesdropped on his friends telling him how sick it is to love a ghost, that you two don't have a future and he should drop it for his sanity.

You felt empty and when you finally found the courage to maake the long way back to Theo's dorm, and you pass through the wall and that's the second you decide that you should become a poltergeist and haunt the slytherin dungeons until your time strikes.

Theo, the only person that made you feel something in decades, he's wildly pounding into another girl. You make your way backwards through the wall again and lose all responsibility, you throw around expensive vases at night, put the fire back on and whenever Theo accidently leaves his belongings in the common room, they vanish immediatly in the following night.

He knows it's you and he wishes he could tell you how much he misses you and how much he wants you back in his arms. That he regrets his pathetic try to get over you and that he could explain you that it was nothing more than that, a pathetic try. You're gone and he knows it, you'll never come back and it's his fault for letting his friends get inside his head.

'I waited and hated this'

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misery business - paramore

pairing: Spencer Reid x lawyer!Reader

warnings: dark themes, angsty/fluffy, Cat's mind games

summary: 'i watched his wildest dreams come true not one of them involving you' and it's true, you watched Spencer's wildest dream come true and not a single one involves the ghost that haunted his dreams for the longest time.. Cat Adams.

a/n: this is completely based on my personal beef with Cat and the fact that i absolutely love her character and how she is the red line in Spencer's life, reader pov, post prison reid, obviously

the song

w/c: 1137

'she got an body like an hourglass it's ticking like a clock'

When Emily first called you to get her colleague and good friend Spencer out of prison because he was wrongfully arrested and accused of murder and drug dealing you thought it was a twisted joke. At that point you never imagined that the chaotic cause of all of this was a pretty girl with a miserable background. All of you, the whole team, every single one and also you believed that Scratch was behind all of this, until it weas up to you to find the proofs that it was Cat and her girlfriend all along.

'i waited eight long months, she finally set him free'

She loved Spencer, in her twisted, sick way i had trouble understanding. She loved him in ways i couldn't even imagine if i really tried. Still the second he got out of prison and interrogated her, he snaped, and that was the second i started to understand what she saw when she looked at him, the darkness around him like an unsolveable riddle.

'i told him I couldn't lie, he was the only one for me two weeks and we had caught on fire'

While everyone told me how cold Spencer got after prison, he thanked me for getting him out of jail, with flower bouqets, a dinner, and that led us right here, i'm curled up in a self crochet blanket, the one that Garcia made us as a wedding gift. My upper body hugged by one of Spencer's washed out CalTech shirts, our adopted shelter cat Newton demanding attention with soft meows. Spencer sits on the other end of our couch, his large fingers drawing soft patterns on my calve while my feet rest in his lap. His other hand is tracing the printed words of the worn out book he's reading.

'but God, does it feel so good cause I got him where I want him now'

The weather outside is grey and it's the perfect day for cozy couch days. It smells a bit like fresh autumn rain and the green tea Spencer is making in the kitchen when my phone rings in my office. I place Newton next to me, and get in my office, it's chaotic, papers and files laying around, notes everywhere, it smells llike cold coffee and stress whenever i come in here. I answer the call. 'Hello, here's Mrs. Reid, how can i help you?'

'second chances they don't ever matter, people never change'

The voice on the other line is clinical and strictly professional, telling me Cat wants to see me again, she has information regarding Doctor Reid that are interesting for me, according to her.

'well, there's a million other girls who do it just like you Looking as innocent as possible to get to who'

The temperature of the already cold interrogation room drops lower than zero when my eyes met Cat's. 'Hello Kitty Cat, what's the matter?' i say dryly, i played her games for longer than i ever imagined playing anything, not even a good chess party with Spencer.

'But God, does it feel so good 'Cause I got him where I want him right now'

'A ring i see..' her voice is warm but still so calculated i can feel the faint hairs in my neck react to her tone, '.. i take it as a personal offense that i didn't get an invitation.' i almost laugh out loud at her words. 'I'm not here for your twisted games or belated wedding congratulations, tell me what you want.'

'And if you could, then you know you would 'Cause God, it just feels so'

'do you really think he loves you?' she barks in my direction. 'No princess, he's just thankful you got him out of prison, there is no love, he thinks he owes you something.' I swallow the bitter taste on my tongue down. 'You're just jealous he wanted me and not you and if you have no neccessary informations for me, i'll leave you and your demons alone in isolation again.' I get up and grab my things again ignoring the way she calls me replacable and irrelevant in his life, as if she knows anything about me or Spencer. I turn aound on my heels on the cold grey floor. 'And Cat? i watched his wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving you.'

It still leads me back on my couch, looking for Spencer's eyes halfway across the room. His sweet warm brown eyes look up at me, 'Baby what's going on in your pretty mind?' he asks sweet like his tongue is covered in honey. My mind wrestles back and forth with telling him that i saw Cat and not putting more trouble on his comfortable shoulders. I still breath out a bit shaky but steady enough to not worry him further. 'Cat got in my head again for nothing.'

His beautiful face immediatly darkens, his smile falls and the softness in his eyes vanished like it never even existed in the first place, like every time Cat gets mentioned in whatever context it takes.

His sweet voice from seconds ago suddenly feels like a well kept memory and nothing like the presence. 'Cat? You've seen her again? Without asking me first?' with every question his voice raisesand i shrink more and more. 'Don't you think i have a right to know where my fucking wife is?' That's my undoing, i tear up, my cheeks heat up and Spencer immediatly drops on his knees infront of me on he couch. His cold hands brush softly over my slightly red cheeks. 'Baby, hey baby, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to yell at you, shhh'

We end up breathing in sync while i explain my poor baffled husband what the modern personification of a Siren told me when i was in prison. Spencer takes a deep breath and by the way his hands occasionally flex on my knees i can tell he's trying not to snap, even if i know his anger isn't directed towards me.

'Princess, she's wrong. i didn't marry you because i thought i owe you anything. I married you because you were my light in the darkest times of my life.' I felt silent tears run down my cheeks again, this time not because he yelled, but because his words trigger a warm cozy feeling in my chest, little butterflies terrorizing my stomach.

I cup his now softned face in my hands and press my lips against his. A known feeling which still makes me sometimes really flustred, like now. This time will be one of many times that remind me why i married Spencer Reid. He is my safe haven and we can realize all dreams together.

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song inspired drabbles masterlist

this series is based on songs i have in my playlists, that either reminded me of those charecters or inspired me to base a story around them. Feel very welcome to leave songs and characters in my inbox if you want something specific written down :)

Theodore Nott

in my room- icp

Spencer Reid

misery business- paramore

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Crouch Junior Daughter Reader Masterlist

moodboard

moth in the green light

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a moth in the green light

pairing: Crouch Jr. Reader x Theodore Nott

warnings: alcohol, drugs (theo smokes weed), insults, mentions of diverse slytherin boys

summary: there are three times in the whole school year where you attend parties. Halloween, the night after the last exam of the year and the last time is when you find out that you're in the top five students of the year. On this list probably names that will haunt you on your deathbed. Hermoine Granger, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood and... Theodore Nott. While you have a healthy competition with the first three, Theo pisses you off the second he steps in the same room as you.

a/n: all my characters are aged up to 18, modern au, so there are phones, internet, etc. reader pov

i feel the bass under my feet on the way to the slytherin dungeon, a faint rhythm of early 2000's party songs. Frustration is in a bitter mix in my mind with anticipation, fourth on the list, in years the fourth place is the worst i had in a few years. The bitterest taste in my mouth leaves the fact that you know that Theodore Nott will never even think about dropping the fact that he's better than me. This year not even by his awfully blown-up ego, that takes enough space to fill the whole castle, no this year it's matter-of-factly true, he made the third place this year.

The door opens and i'm immediatly flashed by green stoboscope light some probably installed in the afternoon, or are they always put up here? The second thing that slaps in my face is the smell, expensive fragrances, nothing under a hundred pounds if i had to bet, cigarettes, somewhere out of the corner with the forest green velvet couches makes a hint of weed it's way to me. The room is loud, but actually not loud enough to not make out Mattheo's half-snarky comment. 'The little crazy moth made her way out of her coffin and found the light to an actual fun activity that doesn't involve books.'

The crazy moth, a nickname Mattheo gave me around a year ago when he found me in the librarv under the last burning light, with red eyes from exhaustion, and dark circles under my eyes because it's been hours and hours of studying. After that he always included the nickname in his snarky-friendly comments. Mattheo is actually nicer than his best friend and other insane half, Theo, but still '..if i throw a book at you, also this fun activity involves books.' The voice is harsher than intended, the frustration is still bitter about failing this year and making just the fourth place. Mattheo's lips curl into a shit-eating grin. 'Feisty moth today, hm? So Theo will have a nice evening with you.' before i can ask what he means. he slings his arm around the waist of a really pretty girl that i've seen in the library a few times before.

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My feet hurt slowly, i've been dancing for a good while now. Alcohol helped myself with the frustration and the pent up feelings of all the studying, and i gladly survived the whole evening without standing in Theo's attack field. I need to sit down somewhere, before i pass out. The soft feeling under my thighs as i sit down on the velvet couch feels like a warm hug, i lean back and half heartly laugh over something Blaise said.

Suddenly i feel a musky heavy smell creeping up my nose, dior sauvage and weed, a smell i could make out under hundreds, but the whole Crouch legacy at my throat i would never admit that and that's immediatly when the devil's spawn opens his mouth. 'Hey-hey mental mouse, only fourth place this year, hm? bet you cried a little when you found out i'm better than you..again.' he looks at me through those hazy green eyes, the fact how red they are tells me like an open book what he did all night. 'Go to hell, Nott.' i bark back. To my suprise he squeezes my cheeks with his thumb and index finger, weed makes this man absolutely insane, but i'm the one he calls 'mental mouse' he smirks at me, but his eyes spread nothing but pure hate. 'Every single day i see your face is my personal purgatory' he spits out, like he closed that in the darkest corner of his soul and he couldn't keep it in there anymore.

The room feels like a broom closet after that confession, it feels small and the air is almost to thick to properly breath in and out, my throat feels tighter with every drop i swallow it feels like there are thumbtacks going down my lungs. Theo slowly realizes the damage he caused with his words, 'Crouchie, i didn't mean that like i said it.' I get up and wanna storm out, leave the party, leave the school. When did this silly little 'i'm better than you' into hate confessions at parties?

'Stop touching me..' i brush his hand off my face '..and for the love of merlin stop calling me Crouchie, i'm more than my last name, not everyone finds their personality in their bloodline, Nott.' i get up and walk to the other side of the green decorated room.

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It's already far past midnight, somewhere between two and three in the morning. I wanna make my way back to my own dorm, far away from Theo and his weird friends that get their sick satisfaction that they get from degrading me. Halfway to the castle some wraps a jacket around my bare shoulder, Theo, not only is he high anymore, his eyes are glassy and he stumbles slightly, not to ignore the warm breath that smells like pure straight up liqour.

He hiccs up between his slightly slurred words. 'Crouch- i.. hic.. i didn't mean what i said there, if ..hic.. if anything you're my heaven.' my breath stops, the world now felt so much smaller but for a way diffrent reasoning than earlier, before i can say or do anything, i feel the ghost of his lips against mine, nothing more than a faint brush, nothing more, nothing less. I still close my eyes, i open them a moment later and Theo's gone, like he never was even here in the first place. If there wouldn't be the heavy leather of his jacket on my shoulders i would maybe think that i imagined all of this.

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a.n: my first ever fic, and first ever Crouch Reader introduction. Love her already. Would appreciate notes and cristicism

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BARTY CROUCH JR DAUGHTER! READER!

Crouch Reader… who has the reputation to be as batshit insane as her daddy. Until someone really talks to her and they start understanding how unbelievable smart she actually is.

Crouch Reader…who falls into an absolute academic rivalry with everyone that underestimates her in the slightest, with absolutely happens to be ‘i’m better than everyone, i’m smarter than everyone, i am THE slytherin heir’ Theodore Nott.

Crouch Reader… who actually happens to have a pretty good relationship with her father, against his beliefs and that he was in Azkaban, but no, they’re on talking terms, and she even goes home on holidays.

Crouch Reader..that goes home in said holidays to tell Barty how much she absolutely hates Theodore, and Barty who chuckles knowing in his tea, because in all his time in hogwarts he saw how easily girls fall for the Nott charm.

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about me

noelle/20/(she/they)

this is strictly a mdni blog, not only because of the work that i'll post, but simply because i don't fell comfortable interacting with minors on the internet.

For the starters i'll mostly only write for Theodore Nott and Spencer Reid. (Maybe also about Mattheo Riddle.)

masterlist

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masterlist

Slytherin Boys

Theodore Nott

Crouch Jr Daughter Reader masterlist

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Series

song inspired drabbles

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i wanna start writing so bad, but don’t know where to start

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kiras new blog is so AHHHH lot’s of love for your amazing mind, baby!

cult leader!theo

https://x.com/gripfui/status/1606867434409009152?s=46&t=91sFahkvR5Dbn5XGRd-YGQ

link. cw: dubcon, somno, intox, cockwarming

another blissful night. another drink at theodore’s cabin. and then another one. and another one. and another. you had no idea how you ended up in his lap again, but you didn’t want to know – you felt too warm and comfortable pressed against his chest, with his arms firmly enveloping your waist, rubbing soft circles on the small of your back. his cock was nestled deep inside of you, hot and rock hard, and you just felt so honoured to be the one in this position.

your eyes felt heavy, and you weren’t even trying to keep them open anymore. the wetness from your pussy was drenching theodore’s pants around his thighs, but the lack of any real stimulation made you forget about your arousal for a moment. you nuzzled into the soft fabric of his satin shirt, a soft, sleepy sigh escaping your parted lips. you were just about ready to doze off when you felt the tip of his cock bumping against your sensitive inner walls. a quiet but surprised gasp fell from your drooling mouth, and you lifted your misty head the tiniest little bit, as much as your nearly passed out state allowed.

"what is it, darling?” theodore raised an eyebrow, one of his hands coming up to stroke your hair in a manner so soothing it started lulling you back to sleep.

"feels good, teacher…” you mumbled, your words slurred and hardly coherent. the tingle in your belly grew stronger, but you were too out of it to properly understand what was happening.

"what feels good, darling? are you dreaming again?” theodore murmured with a soft smile, his lips planting a light kiss somewhere between your hairline and the skin on your forehead.

"don’t know… feels good…” you repeated, your own whine cutting you off when another small brush of his cock hit a spot inside of you that was particularly sensitive.

"shh, my dear.” theodore coo was smooth and calming, and it was so, so hard to stay awake with his deep voice in your ear, the haze of multiple consecutive drinks clouding your mind and vision, stripping you of any hope for coherence. “must be a very good dream, isn’t that right?”

"yeah… good dream…” you whispered, cuddling into his body once again, your cheek resting comfortably against his warm chest. you sighed with content, finally letting go, letting yourself fall into peaceful slumber. theodore’s smile widened a little – you were knocked out cold, he knew that. his cock twitched inside of you, but there were no sounds from you anymore. good. just what he needed.

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Oh, JKR blocked me on Twitter after i said that all her characters were made gay by the fandom. I guess Mattheodore and Jegulus would send that ugly rat into a coma

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