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Hey uhhhh.. would you ever consider writing smut that includes Mattheo and Tom..? Like.. Tom makes Mattheo watch or something...something.. cause.. 😩😩😩😩

this is such a great timing. @pizzaapeteer and I were just discussing this yesterday. have been thinking about writing a threesome with those two for so long… and if people are interested—why not? 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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ughh Marrrrr whenever I see your profile pic I wanna lick my screen

This is a serious problem, we need to discuss about it, I’ve licked too many things 🙏

you know what, I can’t blame you. tommy looks absolutely delicious in this scene😣😣😣

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oh hi baby!! thank u so much for this🥹🩵 sending over tommy to give u kisses

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I love youuuuu!!! Truly one of the nicest people and best authors on here. 🩵

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I love you so much honeybunny!!! 🥹💜 let’s kiss.

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congratulations on 1k!!! your writing is absolutely breathtaking and i can't wait to read more of your work!!

for your 1k celebration, i was wondering who you'd set me up with haha. i'm a slytherin ofc, an aries, and my favourite subject is defense against the dark arts! as for my ideal date, i would say go-karting!

thank you so much <33

1k celebration | ᴛʜᴇᴏ ɴᴏᴛᴛ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

❯❯❯ Karting Date.

A/N: hi baby!! thank you so much for your sweet words. I love you so much!!!! Sorry for the long wait—but now Theo will join you for a karting date 🙂‍↕️🏎️🩷

Fast cars. Iconic tracks. Adrenaline rushing through your veins.

You have always loved racing. Whether it be illegal street races, Formula 1, or everything in between. Cars, especially the ones designed for speed, have completely won your heart.

And just until recently, you thought there was no room for anything besides that.

Then came Theodore Nott.

The cocky Italian you met at a party, and haven’t quite been able to forget since. You’ve even sacrificed one of your monthly practice sessions for an afternoon with him. 

When you finally told him you were into racing—it was over. He had to have you. 

And why not invite you to karting, show off his skills he’d acquired back in Italy over the years?

It is the perfect afternoon—no clouds in sight, sunny but not too hot. Theo is already there when you arrive, already booking two karts for the both of you—and lucky for you, the track is empty. You’ll have it all to yourselves.

“Don’t be too upset when I beat you. I’ll make it up to you with ice cream, your favourite, yeah?” Theo tells you as he helps you with your helmet—the usual smirk playing on his lips when he says it. Like he’s sure this afternoon is his.

“We will see about that, Nott.” you reply, voice slightly muffled as you adjust your visor, smiling confidently at him.

You’ll show him exactly what you meant when you said you were into racing.

You both choose your karts—he opts for the red one, while you choose your usual—the blue, with the red number one on the front.

The flag drops.

Lights go out.

And both of you speed towards the first corner.

There’s no sympathy, no friendship—no flirting. Not on the track, not here and now. Both of you want to win, prove your skill.

After the first few laps, he’s in front. Barely.

But you stay close, keeping a gap of just a few seconds.

You can picture it very well—the smug grin on his face as he glances in the rearview mirror. Already certain of his win. You, on the other hand—you call it tactics.

As you enter the last lap, you manage to close the gap in just two corners. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Finally spotting the opportunity, the track blurs past as you slam the gas pedal down—tires screeching when you overtake him in the last corner—first to cross the finish line.

And you win it—of course you do.

But instead of being irritated, he pulls you in for a hug as you step off your kart. “Still up for ice cream?”

“Even now that I’ve won?”

“I let you win, sweetheart.”

You raise a brow at him. “Is that your way of asking for a rematch?”

He just grins, taking your hand in his, leading you towards his car. 

“Another time. Got to practice.”

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i want a vampire kiss 🦇💋

waaaitttt yuni u r so adorable!! I love and appreciate u sm🥺 I will give u alllllll the vampire kisses💋💋❣️

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ILY THO U HATE ME

I LOVE U MORE and I don’t hate you!!!

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🥹 my baby!!

tldr: don't strangle them!

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Hi! Only recently found your blog and I was wondering if the 1k celebration thing was still on going and I could join in or is it closed since it's been so long?

Hi bub!! Requests are closed as of now :( I am sorry!! But I am sure I’ll do another event at some point in the future, so u can definitely send your request then! 🩵

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Hii,pooks! Congrats on 1k💜💜👾 thought I come sit in the dating booth👾 im a slytherin,capricorm👾 my ideal date is w U(no,jk). Its actually a late night library date where we break into the library, because why wouldn't we👾 and we cuddle on a sofa and he reads to me in a soft voice😭 im so delulu help

1k celebration | ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𓂃✉︎ Library Date.

A/N: hello my sweetheart!! Ideal date is with me?? That sounds like you’d match Tommy pretty well🙂‍↕️🤎

Tom Riddle was arguably the most respected and—probably also most feared—prefect of Hogwarts.

There was absolutely nothing that escaped his sharp senses. If students were out after curfew—detention. If students failed to adhere to the dress code—detention. If students were seen entering classrooms or the library after opening times—detention. And God forbid he caught two people sharing a few too many intimacies in the corridor. 

Detention.

Quite ironic. Because, curiously enough, none of these rules seemed to apply to him—or to you, for that matter.

It was 23:00 when you heard a few soft pecks at your window. Another late-night owl.

“Be ready at midnight.

- TMR”

You had always been certain that Tom—being as intelligent as he was—had a bright future ahead of him. Perhaps not in the field of romantic poetry, though. You huffed, scrunching up the paper and throwing it in the bin beneath your desk.

Not something new, necessarily. It had taken you months to get him to soften up, to let his guard down around you—and yet, each time you two met, mostly at night, was the only time he seemed to let you in completely.

One of the upsides of these late-night rendezvous was your free choice of clothes—because nobody except for him was going to see you anyway.

You put on the skirt you knew he liked on you, a few buttons undone on your blouse. Applying the tiniest bit of mascara and lip gloss—barely visible, but still there.

And each time his lips brushed against yours in a soft kiss—he felt it. The softness of your lips, the effort you put into seeing him. Even if it was subtle—he noticed.

It was twelve on the dot when you heard two soft knocks on your door. Fixing your skirt and hair, you pushed down the handle and peeked outside.

Tom stood there, tall and composed. His prefect badge reflected the soft, flickering candlelight coming from your room—a silent reminder of why this was possible in the first place. His eyes met yours, briefly—the storm behind them softening ever so slightly at the sight of you.

Without a word, he took your hand in his and led you to the library. The castle was almost entirely dark at this time of the night, save for the lit torches guiding your way.

Being a prefect, he had the keys—meaning it wasn’t technically breaking in. He preferred to call it his prefect’s duties to “educate students”, although what you did in those hours did little to help your studies.

“I’ve found something you may like,” he said as you entered, casually walking through the many aisles until he reached what he was looking for.

ENGLISH LITERATURE.

It was a relatively small section compared to the rest of the library—after all, there wasn’t much demand for these kinds of books at Hogwarts. Much more interesting were the many books that told about the history of witchcraft, about forbidden spells and dangerous potions.

But not for you. You’d always loved reading Muggle literature, even when accessing it was rather difficult.

“This.” Tom said, holding one of the books up. You couldn’t quite catch the title, but judging by the cover—dented edges, color missing in some spots—you agreed with a short nod. “I would love to.”

The best books had been properly read, after all.

He conjured a couch at the back of the library, soft and plush. Just about perfect in size for you both. And though that was the case, you preferred to just lean back against his chest, playing with the sleeves of his robes and the treasured ring on his finger.

A family heirloom, he told you.

His voice was barely above a whisper when he started reading. Soft, low. Occasionally asking you what you thought about certain passages. Placing a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear as you answered.

His second arm held you close, thumb drawing gentle patterns on your stomach. At some point, as usual, you fell asleep during the course of the night. He woke you up what must have been one or two hours later. Gently playing with your hair until you stirred awake.

“It’s almost morning. I’ll bring you back.”

The sun barely stretched across the horizon as you walked back in quiet, yet hurried steps, first sun rays streaming through the tinted glass, illuminating the corridors with a soft glow.

Tom pressed one last goodnight kiss to your lips before he disappeared down the corridor again.

A next time would come. It always did.

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Hiii mar, my loveeee!! Congrats on 1k! Ahh I’m so excited for you! You deserve it sooo much. Love youuuu

Sooo I’d love to do the dating booth 🤭

I’m a hufflepuff, Taurus, my ideal date is probably going out somewhere for dinner, then hanging out at either my house or the other persons house and watching a movie or playing a board game. My fav hp subject to watch someone else do is potions, but my fav subject for me to do is def herbology or astronomy (I can’t choose), I’m an infp, my love language is acts of service, I’m fairly stubborn and pretty well reserved!

Again, congratsss on 1k!!

1k celebration | ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

♕ ♘ ♖ Movies And Games.

A/N: hey lovely!! thank you so much for requesting and your nice words. And of course—thank you for being patient. I love you!! <3

The door closes with a soft clink behind you, shutting out the drumming sounds coming from a nearby bar as you kick off your heels and place your leather handbag on the wardrobe.

It’s been quite the evening—celebrating your last week of exams with a walk through Hogsmeade and dinner at your favourite restaurant.

The soft light of flickering candles between the both of you as you share glances, his foot nudging yours, having your breath hitch—and he knows exactly what he is doing to you.

For the first time in a while, you feel like you don’t have to rush at dinner. No more assignments, no more late-night study sessions that had you cursing yourself for not starting any earlier.

And of course, after he graciously paid for both of your meals, he managed to convince you to join him to round off the evening at his place.

Right now, you can’t wait to lay back on his couch, wrapping yourself in one of his soft blankets while the two of you follow the usual routine—playing board games or watching one of your favourite Disney movies together.

“Wizard’s chess?” He asks you, though knowing you well enough, he’s already setting up the board.

Just a moment after he sets the last piece down, the figures come to life—already with a mind of their own, calling out strategies across the board—a mess, really.

You, on the other hand, sit up, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You’re fairly confident for someone who has lost—what was it? Five times in a row?” you say playfully, smirking at him.

Mattheo’s already moving his queen into place, the board lighting up under his touch. “Only because I let you win. Take some stress off your shoulders during exam season, you know?”

You roll your eyes at his attempt to talk himself out of the situation—after all, it was a pretty well-known fact that Mattheo’s chess skills were—let’s say… questionable.

“Winner gets a wish,” he says before you make your first move, and of course, you agree—already knowing you’ll be the one to win.

Dozens of well-thought-out, smart, and calculated moves later, and you’ve won your third game in a row, grinning as you lean back, watching Mattheo’s disappointed reaction—eyebrows drawn together, sighing in defeat.

“Fine. You won, as always,” he mutters, shoving the board and figures back into their respective box—earning himself cussing from his chess pieces.

“You’re improving though, Matty.” You reply, trying to cheer him up. “Maybe you’ll be able to beat me. One day.”

“One day, right.” He grumbles, taking a seat beside you. “What’s your wish?”

You turn, smiling at him, brushing one of his soft, brown curls from his face.

“A kiss. And The Princess and the Frog.”

“As you wish, sweetheart.”

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"My son turned out perfectly fine."

Your son wants to be called a good boy until he begs desperately to cum.

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I love youuuuu

I looooveeee youuuu tooooo

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and out, never forget to love yourself!!

soph my love!!! thank u for this, ilysm pretty girl ❣️

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and out, never forget to love yourself! ❤️💕

(Kisses to you marsy😚💋)

KISSING you back pretty yuni!!! 🩵🩵🩵 ily <3

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and out, never forget to love yourself 💝🌟

honey baby!! you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. now come kiss me.