#theo hc

[stqrgirlie0]

⋆boyfriend!theodore⋆

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who only has two moods in terms of music: either pnd or the nbd🙏🙏🙏 when you’re not around he’s always listening to music any chance he gets

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who writes you little love notes during class because he knows you get so cringey and embarrassed about it

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who is all over you alll the timeee. he needs to be close to you and touching you at all times, even if it’s just your pinkies interlinked

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who has a strange addiction to your collarbones, gets him going at any moment in time, such a pervert always looking at your neck (or even down your blouse🙂‍↔️)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who eats 24/7 ,even in lessons, and always forces you to go down with him to the kitchens for a lil midnight snack

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who always falls asleep in your lap when you force him to study or read with you

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who let’s you accompany him on a late night walk around the school when he’s smoking because he knows you need your downtime from socialising with all the others

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore such a goofball and always pulling pranks on you, you’ll always see him snickering with lorenzo, thinks it’s so cute when you act all angry at him after

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who loves you and trusts you so much that he willingly talks about his mum in front of you whenever it’s just the two of you up at the astronomy tower talking

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who is soooo observant, if he sees you looking at a book at the bookstore or a dress at the boutique for too long, you’ll find it wrapped up in tissue paper on your nightstand the next morning

#another one since you guys liked the mattheo one so much🫡 #if you guys have ideas drop me a few!😚 #enjoy xoxo

[nottslove]

I was thinking “Sports car” by Tate McRae reminds me of Theo so much 👀

okay so my song requests for my mini-fic series are actually closed right now as i have SO MUCH to write, but i LOVE this song, and it really is theo, so i had an idea to write something little small... tags: @dracosprettygirl, @nottsstar warnings: slightly suggestive content, mdni.

THEO WITH A SPORTS CAR theo's filthy rich, and he most definitely owns a sports car because why not?

he LOVES driving...

he often likes to turn up the music high leave the windows down as he zooms down the streets waaayyyy faster than the speed limit without even bothering to wear a seatbelt.

however, after your insistence, he does eventually wear a seatbelt, eyes constantly drifting sideways to check on you, his precious passenger princess.

he drives with one hand most of the time, the other is resting on your thigh, it's designated spot. he will allow you to control the music sometimes, and when you put on your girly music he complains, but secretly, he doesn't mind it.

in fact, even when he's alone, you'd find him listening to your girly music, and when you'd confront him about it, he'd merely give the excuse that those songs were already playing and he was lazy to change the playlist.

(he also hums these songs in the shower.)

his car is his baby, and you're the only thing more precious than his car. he will let you drive it sometimes, but he's constantly telling you to be careful and teaching you how to drive.

"i don't see why you need to learn how to drive when i'm right here to drive you around wherever you want..."

of course, during long car trips, he will finger fuck you whilst driving, or if he needs a little break, he'll take you in the backseat... maybe eat you out as well if there's time..

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[theorist-fox]

The concept of Bad Man Simon Riley who's aware he's a Bad Man™️ is one I hold very dear to me.

Masterlist 🦊

Simon Riley is, fully and completely, what people envision as a bad man. He's a convoluted character who carries a lot of baggage, and that same weight has crushed him into the beast he is today.

His reflection is his constant reminder of the bad things he's done and endured. And when you have such a blatant, ever-present memento of how dark you really are, it's hard to forget.

He doesn't bother putting up a facade. Won't help the lady cross the street, nor will he take a bullet for someone else. No one has ever done that for him, so it's only natural to give the world a taste of its own medicine. He doesn't even try; it just happens.

It takes him nothing to leave Soap behind in Las Almas and find shelter in an abandoned church. Sure, he'll cover for him—if the lad is fast enough, that is. Saving Alejandro afterwards is a mere ploy to make this blasted mission end sooner—true, no one fights alone, but he'd like to get out of there as soon as possible, thank you very much.

Barely brushes the concept of Price's injury when he faints due to the inhalation of some Sarin gas of sorts. Can only think that if he'd died, he would have to take the captain's place in leading the operation. A fucking bummer alright—but cap's fine, thankfully, right? One less thing to worry about now.

Won't try to start relationships, because what good can he bring when he can't even drop a kind word for himself? He's awful, inside and out, and he's aware.

What happens, then, when he's suddenly loved?

What happens, then, when you're sliding under his skin, pretending you don't see the rot and the grime?

The question of "why" is pinned to the front of his brain like an annoying leech that plagues him day and night.

On the couch, you're absolutely unbothered by his dark presence next to you. You're just munching on popcorn and watching some film he doesn't even remember the name of.

"Y'should go," he says out of the blue.

You barely spare him a glance. "Film's not over yet."

No, that isn't what he meant, but he has an inkling that you've gathered that already.

"Ain't good for ya," he insists. "Ain't good for anyone, but that's a whole 'nother story."

You side-eye him from your end of the couch. "Self-deprecating at dinner time? Could you move it up the schedule a little, like—breakfast or somethin'."

He doesn't understand. Won't get through his skull. Share a home with him, and for what? What's he giving you that you're coveting so hard, enough to find it easy to snark back at a beast like him—poking the bear while wearing flimsy cotton shorts and a band t-shirt?

"Y'don't understand," he grits out. "I ain't a good man, love."

"Oh, I know." You say, popping a handful of popcorns in your mouth. "And?"

It irks him. Wants to bite off your head, but, surprisingly, he still has morals, and he wouldn't even dare touch you with ill intent.

"Don't act stupid, now." He warns.

"Ain't acting stupid." You reply as if there is some obvious thing he isn't getting. "You've done bad things, and bad things were done to you. That it?"

He hums as a frown paints his face.

"Should I love you less?" You go on, "Or not love you at all?"

"The latter."

"Wrong." You add as soon as he responds. "Wrong, because that's what you believe, not the truth."

He cocks a brow at your apparent arrogance. A nod in your direction, "What's the truth, then?"

You place the bucket of popcorn on the coffee table. "Truth is that you're human, Simon."

Now that's a word he wouldn't associate with himself.

Monster. Beast. Bear. Wraith, or demon. Ghost.

"As a person, good and bad can coexist—there is no such thing as night and day." You go on, seemingly unaware of the turmoil you've unleashed on his poor heart.

Keep saying the word person around him this often, and he'll start believing he is one.

So, you have seen the rotten flesh and the mud coating his insides. You have buried your hands in his viscera and coated your skin with his blood and the one he's spilled.

You know, and yet you're here. You're here because you've also seen something else, something he's not aware is there.

Same thing that made his heart lurch when Price wasn't waking up. Same thing that made him hide, prone in the bell tower of a Mexican church, making sure Soap would get back in one piece.

Same thing that has him gaze at you now, with eyes that sting with clear, fresh water. No rotting liquid, no oozing pus, or sickening blood.

You shrug, "Maybe your sun is a little eclipsed, but there's that. I can still see it, y'know?"

You outstretch your leg. Press the tips of your toes against his thigh. The world is suddenly in technicolor, and his chest warms like a rekindled flame.

You wink. "And it's bright as hell, too."

[pizzaapeteer]

pieces of life - Mattheo & Theo

I’ve been imagining what it would be like to see Theo and Mattheo just around the castle….

- walking around chatting as they have their hands in their pockets, their hair disheveled and uniforms slightly untucked, loose ties

- arm wrestling, thumb wars, head locking one another over the breakfast table in the great hall, being obnoxiously loud esp to Blaise trying to just read the daily prophet

- standing out in the transfiguration courtyard people watching with their dead stares while they smoke cigarettes and bitch about classes

- both of them always being competitive in their fitness but both struggling to climb up the astronomy tower stairs because of their shitty lungs

- the random times Mattheo has over bursts of energy and jumps on Theo’s back for him to give him a piggyback, often resulting in dragging them both down

- the two of them hanging out in the Slytherin common room into the early hours, drinking and having a deep and meaningful chat as well as pointing out how good the pranks the Weasley pull

- the two of them getting distracted in study session in the library and breaking into fits of laughter when Blaise and Draco shoot them synchronized looks to shut up right before they get all of them kicked out

- anytime one of them accidentally blows something up both equally blaming Seamus and never take the fault

- snickering in the hallways when they fling shit at first years of other houses with slingshots (literally standing up on the ledge like where Ron and Harry are in the 6th movie)

- theo trying to tackle mattheo at the beginning of quidditch practice on the ground, before Mattheo purposefully aims the bludger a little to close to theo

- purposefully luring any girls cat over to the dungeons so they can have furbaby cuddles, and make girls chase after them

- sneaking into the kitchens when Theo complains about being homesick and needing to steal some bread

- both of them always interrupting Draco whenever he tries to make a move on a girl, taking the piss and bringing up random facts about Draco as a child

- beer pong partners 100%

- throwing fake spiders at ron 24/7

- silent facial communications

- insults to one another, specifically to do with something psychical eg: Theo being called a stick and Matt being called a dirty scoundrel

- both sitting at the back of the class but often get separated

- fucking around at the beginning of DADA with stupid spells

- drawing cocks on anyone who falls asleep in the common room with a permeant spell

- whipping their towels at one another in the locker room; and trying not check one another out 👀

- taking advantage of Draco’s prefect roles to sabotage the prefects bath, sneaking girls in there to act like it’s a hot tub

- getting pent up energy before a quidditch game and yelling ‘LESGO’ ‘FUCK THESE BITCHES UP’

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[piastappies]

˗ˏ` THEODORE NOTT HEADCANONS! ´ˎ˗

NATIONALITY. i truly believe that this man is half polish from his mother’s side and half scottish from his father’s side.

his maternal side of the family settled in northern scotland during the world war two to escape the german occupation. at first it was supposed to be temporary — to stay there until the war ends, but they settled down in the outskirts of inverness, though they never forgot about their heritage, speaking their native language, remembering the history and making sure that their descendants wouldn’t forget about their family’s past.

his mother would continue the tradition, speaking to her only son in her family’s mother tongue. due to the lack of conversation with his father, he barely spoke any english, when he first got to hogwarts, he understood lots of what was said to him, but communicating back was troubling for him at first.

back when his mother was still alive, she would take him to poland, to show him their family’s hometown. after she passed away due to suicide, combined with her progressing schizophrenia around his tenth birthday, he hasn’t returned to his mother’s country until post-war.

FRIENDS. he didn’t have too many friends at first nor wanted to make any in the first place. the first person he spoke to was daphne greengrass.

his poor english with a rough accent, mixed of polish and scottish, made it hard for him to be understood by his peers in the train, making theo seem as an arrogant and egocentric twelve-years old boy, who thought he was better than the others that approached him. theo felt alienated, but couldn’t speak his mind, because his peers would make fun of the way he speaks.

back in the first term of first year, his roommates weren’t speaking to him. thanks to daphne, who let him took his time to figure out what he wanted to say, he met his gang and switched dorms with one of them, which resulted in sharing a room with mattheo and lorenzo.

even though he had a small group of friends, his closest were daphne and mattheo. the alienation he felt earlier was lifted off his shoulders, knowing that there were still people that would be there for him. ever since his mom died, he felt like his world was shattered into pieces, the feeling only intensifying, when his father forbid him from seeing the side of the family he grew up with, the good side that let him be a boy.

his friendship with daphne was strong throughout years as she often invited him to the countryside, where her family’s mansion was, often disappearing into thin air at the crack of dawn till the late evening, wandering around the streets of a muggle towns nearby her house, causing troubles with the rest of their friends.

PERSONALITY.

it wasn’t a surprise for anyone that learnt about his background that despite coming off as an extrovert, theodore was really quiet and perceptive guy, who kept lots of things to himself. not a lot of people knew about his mom’s life and the way it ended as his father made sure that everyone thought she died of an unspecified illness.

seeing his mom’s schizophrenia progressing in his early years, leading to her suicide had taken a toll on him. he believed that it was his father’s fault for everything bad that happened to the person he loved the most as he tried isolating her from her family, and when that didn’t work out the way he wanted, abusing her mentally and physically. after her passing, the abuse continued, this time, theodore was at the end of the stick. his father’s behaviour making theo distrustful and hostile towards male figures in his life, especially authorities.

despite his quietness, lots of girls at school were falling in front of him to get at least an ounce of his attention for themselves. it might be the brooding state he’s often is in. he, as well as his friends, is often the subject of interest of people in his year and below. usually, he attends the parties in the common rooms to keep up with his reputation.

theo’s really indifferent towards things that don’t matter much to him, like said reputation, or for example his grades. though, he doesn’t care about his academics as much as he does about quidditch, he’s exceptionally intelligent and talented, picking up things in a speed of light. he’s not one to refuse helping others (=his friends) and he often tutors mattheo before exams to make sure they both pass the year.

he gets angry, whenever someone compares him to his father, what happens when someone hears his last name. during this time or immediately after, he can get outbursts of anger and needs a smoke (preferably a joint) to numb his mind. if he doesn’t have anything on him, which rarely happens, then if you’re in a line of fire, a visit to hospital wing is the only way out.

whenever he comes back to school from the christmas break, his panic attacks are more frequent, usually accompanied by the image of his dead mom. the panic attack that he would never forget was during his third year, when his boggart showed him his mom’s lifeless body, triggering something inside him.

MISCELLANEOUS.

theo’s super tall, making him stand out from the crowd. when he was measured by miss pomfrey in year five, she told him that he’s around six foot five. he used to be a short kid, but once he started growing, he couldn’t stop — stretch marks on his stomach has fainted over the years.

he doesn’t like mixed alcohol. as a teenager with polish genes, theodore doesn’t mix his alcohol with any juice or soda to make the bitterness go away faster. when he drinks, he does it neat, no matter the type. whether he drinks tequilla, vodka, whiskey or wine, he never adds anything. and when he does want to make the taste go away faster, he eats pickled cucumbers.

has bad anxiety. as i said earlier, theo’s bad anxiety and with each year passing, it only gets worse. his panic attacks are more frequent and it often goes in a pair with any contact from his father.

music taste. the music he listens to is dependent on his mood. whenever he’s alone in his dorm, he blasts polish songs and bands, especially dżem, because it was his mom’s favorite rock-blues band. he’s also a big fan of the smiths and simple minds.

blood status. he doesn’t care about any of it, mostly because that’s what his mom taught him — blood status doesn’t define a person, their actions do. even if she didn’t, he would probably still pretty much indifferent to the blood status of people around him, just to do the opposite of what his father wants.

substances. he’s go to substance is weed. he doesn’t smoke as much as people think, he likes to smoke a joint on a chilly summer morning or after a stressful day. he definitely drinks much more, but not to the point, when he can’t live without it. it’s not a secret that once in a while, he pops mdma at parties.

AS A BOYFRIEND. or more specific, your boyfriend.

possessive. as much as he doesn’t like admitting it, he doesn’t like sharing too much. he’s an only child, who grew up alone most of the time, so sharing never came easy to him. he tries to fight it though, knowing that being super possessive isn’t something healthy. he knows how to read people, so when there’s a guy hanging around you, who’s clearly interested in you, he makes sure to be somewhere around you to shift your focus from the annoying prick to him, while still being gentle with you. he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side to leave a kiss on the top of your head, before glaring expectantly at the boy.

communicative. being able to communicate his feelings and thoughts with others weren’t a bother to theodore, he hardly ever spoke to anyone about his troubles, bottling everything up until it popped. but when it comes to you? this guy makes sure that you know he has nothing to hide from you. he’s upset? you’re the one he talks to. he’s angry? you’re the only one able to calm him down. he wants you to know that you’re the one he cares about the most.

protective. this guy loves you to bits and loves everything you do, so when you show him the outfit you plan on wearing, he doesn’t comment on it in any way that could come off as negative, not that he wants to but forces himself to shut up, no, theodore couldn’t even think of something else to say that comolimenting the way you look or telling you all the things he’d love to, and will do to you later. back, when the two of you started dating and you went out somewhere, he always repeated the same thing, wear whatever you want, baby, i can fight. and he definitely would fight for you if you ever asked (what probably will never happen, because no matter how hot he looks sometimes, you hate seeing him hurt). or fight anyone, who does as much as look at you funny, and knowing his friends? they wouldn’t pull him away from the fight, no, they would jump right in to help him.

love language. his love language is acts of service and physical touch. his hands always have to be somewhere on your body, whether it’s his arm slung around your shoulders or wrapped around your waist, his hand on your hip, thigh, his thigh touching yours. it’s not only that he likes to touch you, but he hates when you’re next to him, but not close enough to calm his mind that he might lose you. also, theodore is not the best with words, so he won’t write you a few pages long letter, but what he will do is remember small details of what you tell him, like your favorite brands of sweets, crisps, your favorite flavor of cakes or cookies to always have at least one of those in his bag. he’s the guy who would drive from inverness to the south of england if you ever needed him. you’re sick? one message and theo’s there to take care of you. you like a book, but have no one to talk to about it? he’s gonna read the book just to hear you ramble.

[ginevrapng]

I just want to put an idea in your head that’s been living in mine.

George Weasley x reader x Theo Nott

Smut and all I just feel like a 3sum with them would be nice 😭

thats a good idea omg! i've been ruminating about this concept since i got this ask a couple months back! so i've got a couple of headcanons about them (readers hogwarts house isn't specified) i hope you enjoy this bestie<3

- both are very house proud people. george is much more louder about being a proud gryffindor whereas theo doesn't talk about how much better slytherins are but likes to prove it.

- because of this sex with them together would be super competitive, they both want to give you more pleasure than the other one and love hearing you say their name out of the two of them.

- theo would smirk after you move your hips upwards and arch your back while he's eating you out, trying to get more from him. "who's making you feel this good princess? tell weasley how good you feel."

- george would chuckle as you grab hold of his forearm trying to ground yourself as he fingers you. "that feel good sweetheart? yeah i bet it does. you keep holding onto me tight baby and moan my name."

- theo prefers anal and fucking your thighs, george prefers blowjobs and vaginal sex

- they're definitely not into each other... they don't find each other attractive... if they constantly makeout with each other every time you're sandwiched between them that's no one's business and they won't bring it after.

- if theo will make goading comments to george about how george left hogwarts early and he personally has always been more academic all while wrapping his hand around his throat or pulling him down by his hair so he can help you suck his cock then that's no one's business.

- theo will stay away from teasing about topics that he knows will actually upset george though or make him feel insecure in anyway.

- for example he never brings up fred, even after sex or in a joking matter, knowing that it makes him anxious and insecure about his self worth. all the time you're unknowingly making george feel one of the most amazing men in the world as you babble about how perfect he is, and how he's so hot and big and feels so good as he's thrusting into you. all either you or theo care about is george, neither of you have time for any other weasley or any other gryffindor and george has no other time for any one that isn't the two of you.

- if george teases theo about how he's sleeping with a weasley of all people, a blood traitor and a gryffindor while kissing his neck and leaving love bites across his collarbone and chest that only the three of you to see then that's no one's business. if he's telling knott that he's the only slytherin he knew back in hogwarts who he could ever stand that's no one's business.

- both were serial dating hoppers before they met you, george more than theo though. they both liked being with a new girl every couple of weeks and having one night stands but then you came into both of their lives. before you neither of them had been with a man either.

- definitely have all said 'i love you' in the heat of the moment but never actually talked about it.

[mellohiizz]

thinking about theoken again, and i thought this text thing lowkey fit them

[suugarbabe]

theo never really liked smoking. growing up his dad would always smoke really expensive tobacco in a pipe or the fanciest cigarettes. the ones people usually coveted and were hard to get. theo and his dad never got along. theo was always doing something wrong in his dads eyes. too weak. too shy. overall not what mr. nott ever pictured for a son. the smell of tobacco made theo think of his father. so theo hated smoking.

then his mom died the summer before year three.

and theo found himself at the counter of a muggle corner shop, the cheapest pack of cigarettes he could get with the bills he found on the pavement when he went off exploring one day. He smoked one on his way back to diagon alley. The first inhale burned his lungs, but it was a nice distraction than the pain that usually sat in his chest lately.

[hibiscussoupbowl]

[junkiefox]

Theo Raeken, known for his selfishness, does his best to not fall in love with Liam, because he can't destroy him like that, can't put him in the place to choose between him and his pack. Theo believing his not worthy enough to him.

Liam Dunbar, the selfless one, always doing everything for his pack, controlling himself to please everyone, allowing himself to fall for Theo, to love him. Because he can make it work, he can trust Theo, that he changed somehow. He chooses to be selfish one time for Theo. He can deal with the pack later, but he'll fight for him first, to show him his worth saving.

[axxxx13]

!TW: mentions of eating disorders. Please be careful with it!

I've read a lot of HC about Theo being a picky eater and eating like a toddler but I want to make it more angsty: Theo might actually have ARFID (which is an eating disorder) where a person physically cannot eat foods that they don't consider "safe" (usually very few).

Follow me, considering that Theo had a normal life before the doctors, the last time he ate "normally" was at 8 years old. From here there are two possible outcomes: the doctors fed Theo pills or supplements without ever giving him real food or (more likely, especially after hell) Theo always had to provide for himself and so it's obvious that he ate fast food/junk food that he could get easily, with little money or by stealing it.

In both cases, it's obvious that Theo develops hypersensitivity to smells/flavors/textures that are different from those he knows, and considering that Theo is a control freak, it's not that unlikely that he has literal panic attacks when someone tries to "force" him to try something new.

I also think it's pretty tragic that no one, not even Theo, initially notices. Like Liam or Mason or Corey maybe "make fun" of him for eating like a toddler and Theo actually thinks he could eat more if he wanted to when in reality he doesn't.

[ashisgreedy]

The Slytherin Guys HC - Taking off your bra

⚠︎ Suggestive content MDNI | Everyone is over 18+

Mattheo | Theo | Enzo | Draco | Blaise | Tom

Mattheo Riddle - *pop* You’re making out and you wrap your arms around his neck but.. your bra is loose. You have no idea when he reached back and unclasped it, but he was skilled and quick about it.

Theodore Nott - He’d tease his finger along the edge of the bra, cupping your breasts while pushing your bra out of the way. It takes him a few moments, but he manages to get the bra off with both his hands at work on the clasp.

Lorenzo Berkshire - Makes a whole show of having you turn around, kissing your neck and shoulders while teasing the strap of the bra. He slowly unclasps it and then pushes the staps down your shoulders. He loves to do it while you stand in front of a mirror so he can watch as your breasts come into view while the garment slips off you and drops down to the floor.

Draco Malfoy - He’d try (and succeed) by just pulling your bra up and over your head like he did your blouse. His mind is mush since he's about to get laid and he doesn’t have time to think about tiny clasps or how bras work in general. Just get it off!

Blaise Zabini - He reaches one hand back and uses just two fingers to skillfully pinch and unhook the clasp. Your bra is loose in a nanosecond. Then he’s pushing you onto the bed and tossing the garment over his shoulder.

Tom Riddle - He would mostly ignore it in lieu of trying to get into your panties first. You’d have to remove the bra for him and only then will he pay attention to your chest. It's not that he doesn’t care, he’s just in feral mode and desperately wants to be inside you.

[nottswitch]

theodore nott sneaks up on you. he doesn’t even do it on purpose – his steps are just naturally quiet, like a cat’s. but when he notices your little jump, or sometimes a small gasp leaving your lips, he smirks. he’s now going to use his silent walking privileges to spook you any time he feels like watching you get just a bit flustered.

[snetofed]

Cigarettes after sex

WARNING_(Sex, male to female, penetration, moaning, orgasm, jealousy, possessiveness)

The Slytherin Common Room was unrecognizable.

The usual darkness had been broken by hundreds of small green lights floating in the air, spells clumsily cast by a half-drunk Theo and an overly competitive Blaise. Wizarding music played softly, and bottles of Firewhiskey—obviously smuggled—were passed around.

Elizabeth Custer sat in an armchair, her legs elegantly crossed, a glass in hand, surveying the elegant mess with an amused smile.

Mattheo Riddle was at her side, one arm casually draped over the back of the chair behind her, but his body clearly leaning toward Elizabeth, as if subconsciously wanting to keep her close.

"Are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to kiss me right now?" she murmured without turning around.

Mattheo smirked.

"Don't tempt me, Custer. I don't want to put on a show in front of these idiots."

"Idiots?" "Theo said, walking right past them, two glasses in hand. 'That's offensive, Riddle! I demand an apology… and one of those biscuits Blaise stole from the kitchen.'

'They weren't biscuits, genius,' Blaise sneered from across the room. 'They were brownies… very suspicious.'

'Why suspicious?!' asked Lorenzo Berkshire, who had just arrived, his shirt half-tucked into his trousers, his hair still wet from a hasty shower.

'Because the kitchen elves looked at me strangely when I asked for them,' Blaise shrugged.

Draco Malfoy, leaning against the fireplace with an elegant glass in his hand, rolled his eyes.

'Everything you do, Zabini, is suspicious.'

Pansy Parkinson, sitting on Draco's lap (because, obviously, there weren't enough "decent" seats), let out a high-pitched laugh.

"Half of us are going to end up in St. Mungo's tonight. How exciting."

Mattheo leaned toward Elizabeth, lowering his voice as if they shared a secret.

"If Zabini starts seeing dragons dancing on the ceiling, we're out of here."

Elizabeth laughed softly, her laughter vibrating in her throat, and Mattheo looked at her as if there was nothing else in the world.

"Stop looking at me like that," she whispered, somewhat embarrassed.

"I can't." Mattheo took the glass from her hand and placed it on the coffee table. "You're much more entertaining than these idiots."

Elizabeth was about to reply when Theo dramatically launched himself into an armchair opposite them, spilling part of his glass.

"I propose a game," he announced, waving his wand to summon a spinning bottle. "Or are we too mature for that?"

"Definitely not," Lorenzo said, already pouring himself another glass.

"Perfect!" Theo rubbed his hands together. "Truth or dare. And whoever doesn't want to answer or do his dare…" He smiled like an evil genius, "takes off an item of clothing."

"What are we, Gryffindors?" Draco growled, but slumped down beside Pansy nonetheless.

Blaise raised his glass.

"I'm in. But be warned: I have no dignity to lose."

Everyone laughed, and Elizabeth felt Mattheo slide his hand slowly up her thigh under the guise of "getting settled." Slytherin, after all, knew how to play it his way.

The bottle spun in the center of the table. It went round and round, making everyone sneer at each other. Finally, it stopped, pointing straight at Elizabeth.

"Oooh!" everyone shouted.

"Truth or dare, Custer?" Theo asked, with a wolfish grin.

Elizabeth glanced at Mattheo out of the corner of her eye. He raised an eyebrow, as if challenging her.

"Dare," she said fearlessly.

Theo clapped his hands as if he'd just won the House Cup.

"You have to sit on the lap of someone other than your boyfriend for three minutes."

Mattheo, sipping from his glass, stopped.

"What kind of idiotic Gryffindor dare is that?" he snarled, glaring at Theo.

Theo just grinned.

"What's up, Riddle? Don't you trust your girl?"

Elizabeth stood up with all the theatricality she could muster, walking slowly through the laughter and catcalls. She looked at Draco. No, that would be too awkward. She looked at Blaise. Nah, it would be fun, but Mattheo would kill him. She looked at Theo. Too easy.

Finally, smiling, she sat quietly on Lorenzo Berkshire's lap, who nearly choked on his drink.

"I'm honored, truly," Lorenzo said, not daring to move a muscle.

Mattheo looked at her as if he were recording the scene in his memory… only to get revenge later.

Three endless minutes later, Elizabeth returned to her place next to Mattheo, innocent as an angel.

"Everything alright, love?" she said with a sweet smile.

Mattheo didn't respond. He just put his arm around her waist, pulling her roughly against him.

"We'll talk later," he murmured in her ear, his voice heavy with dangerous promises.

The night continued amid ridiculous challenges, stupid bets, belly-aching laughter, and looks that burned hotter than Firewhiskey.

Slytherin knew how to throw parties.

But Elizabeth knew better: Mattheo Riddle was hers. And when the party was over… it would be all his too.

As the green lights began to dim and the laughter turned to murmurs, Mattheo Riddle grabbed your wrist.

"Come here," he said softly, leading you out of the Common Room with a firm stride.

Without protest. You knew this was coming. And, deep down, you wanted it.

You went up to your room. He closed the door, and before you could say anything, he had you against the wall, his hands on your hips, his body pressed against yours.

"Did you have fun, Custer?" His voice was low, dangerous.

You smiled innocently.

"With what part? With the game? With Lorenzo?" you joked, challenging him.

A low growl escaped his throat.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

His lips descended to your neck, marking his territory with fiery kisses that made you arch against him. His breathing was heavy against your skin.

"Don't ever sit on anyone's lap again," he murmured through gritted teeth. "You're mine."

"What if you provoke me again?" you whispered, amused.

Mattheo lifted his head; his gray eyes burned.

"Then I'll have to remind you… again and again."

He kissed you then, madly, claiming you in a way that left no room for doubt. His hands ran over you as if every inch of your body was rightfully his.

"See how you want me…" he said, separating his lips from my chest and smiling wickedly.

I didn't respond, then he leaned closer to my face and kissed my lips again. Every now and then, we had to break the kiss for a second because we were short of breath.

Suddenly, I noticed Mattheo lower his hands to my thighs and begin to drag my thong down my legs, causing it to fall to the floor. Then, I grabbed his pants and unbuttoned them with great enthusiasm. I could see him smiling as I did so.

When I unbuttoned them, I also pulled down his boxers and began to caress his member with my hands. I could see how big and hard it was.

"Look how you've got me, slut," Mattheo told me, looking down at his member. While I was masturbating his member with my hands, Mattheo took a condom he had stashed away from his pocket. Then, he opened the packet and took it out.

"You put it on me," he ordered, showing me the condom. "But with your mouth…" he added with a seductive smile, looking at my lips.

I stood still, staring into his eyes for a few seconds. I could see his eyes, desperately wanting me to do it.

So I obeyed him and slowly bent down, dropping to my knees on the floor.

Mattheo handed me the condom, and I grabbed it with my hand. Then, I placed the tip of the condom over my lips, holding it.

I began to bring his penis toward my mouth and opened it slightly to let the condom in.

I slowly inserted his penis into my mouth, sliding my lips until I was almost completely inside.

Mattheo gasped as he felt my mouth touch his member, and I felt myself getting more and more choked and almost nauseous, but I finally managed to put the condom on him and pulled my mouth off of it.

"That's my bitch," he said, looking down at me.

He immediately grabbed me by the neck and lifted me back up to face him.

He then grabbed my legs and lifted them so he was holding me in his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders. Suddenly, he began to penetrate me, and I moaned softly. This time, it didn't hurt as much because I was already very wet.

At first, he started slowly, but as the minutes passed, he began to thrust harder and faster. We both moaned with pleasure and breathed heavily. It was the first time I heard Mattheo's moans, and I won't deny that they were very gratifying sounds, and they made me get wetter and wetter.

I closed my eyes as I grabbed Mattheo's hair and bit my lips in pleasure. He seemed to like it because every time he did, I gasped and he pounded me harder. The position we were in was truly exhausting, especially for Mattheo, since he had my legs wrapped around me, holding my entire body up, so it was increasingly difficult for us to stay upright and breathe.

"Mattheo… I-I can't take it anymore…" I moaned. Hearing that, Mattheo didn't say anything, but instead, he began to speed up his thrusts.

I felt a release of hormones and moaned carelessly as I felt I finally reached my climax. Mattheo came after me, and we both released all the moans we were hiding inside. It was the best feeling…

That night, between whispers, bites, and desperate caresses, Mattheo Riddle not only punished you… I adored you.

As only a Slytherin in love could: With intensity. With madness. With everything

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book boris as your boyfriend (HC’s)(some sexual)

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he hates it when you talk to any other man

he will absolutely brag about you in bed to ANYONE who’ll listen

not a big cuddler when he’s sober

but when he’s drunk or high, your gonna have to hold him like a damn baby.

when you have to go home he argues with you to make you hangout with him longer cause he knows you can’t leave until you get your point across.

will yell at you in russian if you really piss him off.

EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATIVE LITTLE SHIT.

after he yells at you he starts to make himself cry so that you have to coddle him.

usually the next day he’ll go steal a little present for you to make up for it.

will certainly pure pressure you into doing whatever drug he’s doing.

“boris is dont feel like taking anything tonight.” “why you don’t love me anymore?” “whatever give it to me.”

will randomly say things out of pocket then look around and say, “who say that? did you hear that?”

he thinks it’s the funniest shit ever.

very protective and has gotten into multiple fights over you. (rip to the poor man who complemented your shirt and got a black eye from boris cause of it.)

nsfw:

he’s okay at giving head when he’s drunk/high, BUT WHEN HES SOBER….that shit is fire.

sober/drunk boris in bed:

dominant asf

“aw what’s wrong принцесса? is it too much? cum for me three more times then i stop.”

will literally either make you cum 8 times, or not let you cum at all. there’s no in between.

ties you up completely and makes you watch him as he touches himself.

if your good he MIGHT let you touch him.

low throaty moans on rare occasions.

he’s degrading asf, but always in russian so you never really know what he’s saying.

however if he wants you to know what he’s saying he will certainly tell you.

“ты тупая чертова шлюха, да?” “what?” “I SAY, ‘YOUR SUCH A DUMB FUCKING WHORE, AREN’T YOU?”

will physically squeeze your mouth open to hear your moans.

has a very strange and strong fixation with being called “daddy”

you let it slip out once while he was fuckin you and now he makes you call him it every time you two are in bed

when he’s drunk he might hit you while you two are fuckin. if you try to tell him you weren’t into it afterwards he sobers up super fast and profusely apologizes.

he’s most likely smoking a cigarette while hitting it from the back

once he ashed his cigarette on your back and it left a burn mark. he was proud of himself.

he’ll pull out if he feels like it. he genuinely has had to steal so many plan b’s for you that he’s banned from all CVS’s.

high boris in bed:

is a whiny little sub.

makes you ride him cause yk…boobs in his face.

low whiny moans from the moment it starts, till the moment it ends.

does not last too long.

you honestly love fucking boris when he’s high cause it gives you the very rare chance to be dominant.

you make him beg to cum (i don’t make the rules🤷🏼‍♀️)

big fuckin praise kink

“tell me im doing good. im doing good, yes?”

you always do cause yk he needs that little bit of reassurance.

if he’s just high from weed he’s gonna switch between being dominant to submissive.

one second he’ll be letting you ride, whining and praising you, and the next he’s flipping you around and fuckin you from behind while he degrades you.

“love you so much, fuck it’s so good.”. *flips you around and starts pounding into you at lightning speed* “fucking take it you little slut. scream my name, no i didn’t say scream boris, i said scream my name.”.

makes you fall asleep on his chest after and holds you tighter if you try to move away.

[klutzyroses]

SO with Daddy Issues pt. 2

Suitors: Leonardo, Theo, Isaac, Jean

Leonardo

The man has lived long enough to know not all families are perfect...some are just worse than others.

And it's sad to think that Y/N was on the receiving end of that injustice.

Rejection from anyone is bound to sting, but rejection from one's own father? Poor cara mia...

To think anyone could look at her and deny her love and acceptance...it's cruel.

He will listen to her story quietly and when she is finished, he will put an arm around her, rubbing her shoulder with a warmth she can't remember receiving.

He will let her know she has a family here. Not just him, but everyone in the mansion loves her.

While there is no replacement for a father, he knows that love can fill the void left by another and he will make sure that void is overflowing with it.

"Don't get down on yourself, cara mia. That face is meant for smiling."

Theo

He understands having tense feelings towards parents.

Yes, he loved his, but the way they treated Vincent...

So when made aware of Y/N's past with a neglectful father, her continuous bid for his attention, only to be rebuffed over and over.

His cerulean eyes narrow, his face taken over with a frown.

A father ignoring his daughter...there is something very wrong about that. Boy or girl, it's wrong to ignore a child, but a father ignoring his daughter? That is especially wrong.

And the fact she may very well have carried those feelings with her into adulthood makes his temper flare.

He lifts her chin, looking into her eyes with the same intensity he observes art.

"Anyone with eyes can see you're worth more than diamonds. I don't want to hear you say otherwise."

Isaac

He knows a thing or two about daddy issues.

He isn't exactly known for being close to his stepfather. But to have downright cruel father...that is an entirely different matter.

When learning of Y/N past dealing with a father who was verbally cruel to her, who was unpleasant and controlling, his skin crawls.

He almost doesn't know what to say or do to make her feel even the slightest bit better.

He settles for sitting close to her, spurred on by a particularly awful thing her father once told, something that still sticks with her today and influences her self worth...for the worst.

He can't really stop himself from speaking and not just from his mind, which is prone to overthinking. He speaks from the heart, because he wants her to know she is so much more than any cruelty thrown her way.

"It's not true...don't believe it because...you're extremely valuable. To everyone who knows you. That's my honest opinion."

Jean

The man is not too experienced on the subject of family, he has to admit that.

Much less concerning fatherhood. However, he at least understood that a man's duty is to his family, as husband or father and it was something to take seriously.

So to hear of Y/N's deadbeat father angers him, even if he doesn't show it.

How could anyone ignore a person like her, to snub her for being imperfect is unfathomable to him.

He doesn't consider himself to be good at comforting others, especially women, but he will do his best to know she is appreciated.

The last thing he wants is for her to internalize those feelings of inadequacy and let them dim her radiance, the radiance she graces the mansion with every single day.

"I see how hard you work at everything you do. It's...dazzling, so...Don't let anyone darken you, mademoiselle."

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