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I’M SO READY FOR THIS, a hot man with uniform 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

⊹ ࣪ ˖ MILITARY!MATTHEO

₊⊹ military!mattheo ; the battle-hardened soldier with calloused hands and a voice like gravel, always carrying the scent of gunpowder and pine. his uniform is pressed, his posture straight, but the second he’s through the door, he’s on you—starved, desperate, whispering how fucking beautiful you are between rough kisses. he’s spent months dreaming about this, about you—about the way your soft little body fits beneath his, about how sweet you sound when he fucks you open, stretching you until you’re trembling. you’re his gentle girl, his soft thing, and he swears he’ll never let the world touch you—only him. and when he folds you in half, pressing your knees to your chest as he buries himself deep, murmuring how much he loves you, how much he missed you—you believe him.

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my girl @nottsangel has a military!theo au as well, so if you like this, definitely check that out!!

leona, i wanna give you a big kiss on your forehead because you just gave me another masterpiece to read and another FEAST to eat (not surprised because you always know exactly what you’re doing) 🤲🏻

you don't even have time to think, not when mattheo's got you exactly where he wants you-sprawled out on tom's bed, your thighs trembling in his grip, his mouth pressed against your cunt like it's his last fucking meal.

first of all, he’s so nasty for doing this lmao, and i love it, he’s really eating his sister in law’s cunt on his brother’s bed 🏃‍♀️ this man has no decency, and i fucking love him for it lmao

second of all, i fucking love when you write smut, it’s already so fucking good, and it’s only the second paragraph 🙂‍↕️

"mattheo-" your voice is a strangled whisper, your fingers pulling at his curls,

this girl is living my dream life rn, i’m jealous and i’m not afraid to admit it (i want to be her so bad

"oh, now you remember my name?" […] "that's funny. thought it was 'tom, tom, tom' with you."

he’s such a son of a bitch 😭 i love love love that you made him so provocative. he’s taunting like he didn’t do anything wrong, and it makes me feel so ^%{%{%{ !!!

"mattheo, we-we can't-"

"we already are."

— 👙❌ i mean say less (i’m not complaining

all that talk about how much you love my brother, yet look at you." he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, all mockery, all smug satisfaction. "letting me eat you out on his bed."

"so fuckin' easy,"

I FUCKING CAN’T WITH THIS SON OF BITCH, i can’t even be mad because i’m too busy drooling over your amazing smut and his attitude 😔

i love the way you write him, how his attitude interferes with the sex and makes everything even more interesting. the way he talks and provokes the reader, letting her know she’s doing something wrong but still pushing her to do it—even when he’s in the wrong too and i love that he doesn’t care if his brother finds out—it’s so fucking good 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

he leans over you, caging you in, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "go clean yourself up, princess. wouldn't want tom to see you like this, yeah?"

the scene is so vivid in my head that i might need a doctor… or maybe a condom yk 💦💦💦

and just like that, he's gone, slipping out the door like he was never there, leaving you wrecked, panting, and stained with the taste of betrayal.

TELL HIM TO BRING HIS ASS BACK BC I NEED MORE, RIGHT NOW *{%{%]%\%\%%\%\%\

i love the way you write I LOVE THIS AND I CANNOT WAIT TO READ MORE 10/10 one more time

۶ৎ boyfriend’s brother!mattheo eating you out while tom’s in the shower

boyfriend’s brother mattheo x fem reader warnings ; 18+ mdni, oral f!recieving, fingering, cheating boyfriend’s brother mattheo moodboard

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you don’t know how it got this far. or maybe you do. 

you don’t even have time to think, not when mattheo’s got you exactly where he wants you—sprawled out on tom’s bed, your thighs trembling in his grip, his mouth pressed against your cunt like it’s his last fucking meal. his tongue is relentless, messy and eager, flicking against your clit before dragging down to fuck into you, obscene sounds filling the room with every desperate, sloppy lick.

“mattheo—” your voice is a strangled whisper, your fingers pulling at his curls, like you’re not sure whether you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer.

“oh, now you remember my name?” he taunts, pulling back just enough to look up at you through dark lashes. his chin is glistening with your arousal, eyes gleaming with something dangerous. “that’s funny. thought it was ‘tom, tom, tom’ with you.”

“you’re a dick.”

“mm. but i’m the one with my tongue on your pussy, not him.” he punctuates his words with a slow, deliberate drag of his tongue, swirling it over your clit just to hear your breath hitch. “what does that say about you, sweetheart? you know my brother’s right there.”

panic flares in your chest, your head snapping toward the bathroom door. tom’s still in the shower, the sound of running water muffling everything, but not enough. not if you keep making noise like this. “mattheo, we—we can’t—”

“we already are.” his voice is thick with amusement, fingers digging into your thighs as he tilts his head, dragging his tongue in slow circles around your clit. “fuckin’ soaked, princess. all that talk about how much you love my brother, yet look at you.” he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, all mockery, all smug satisfaction. “letting me eat you out on his bed.”

your stomach tightens, shame curling through you, but not enough to stop you from rocking your hips against his mouth when he slides two fingers inside of you, curling them just right. your back arches off the mattress, a broken moan slipping past your lips before you can stop it.

mattheo tsks, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. his lips are shining with you, his chin dripping, and the way he’s looking at you makes your stomach flip. like he owns you. like he’s already won. “so fuckin’ easy,” he mutters, pumping his fingers slow, deep. his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing light, teasing circles that have your thighs shaking. “thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

“fuck you,” you hiss, but it comes out breathy, wrecked, and he grins.

“yeah, we’ll do that too.” he buries his face between your legs again, tongue flicking, fingers thrusting, and your hands fly to your mouth, desperate to muffle the moans spilling from your lips. but he’s not having it. he yanks one of your hands away, pinning it to your stomach, his other hand still gripping your thigh open. “don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he growls. “i wanna hear you. wanna hear every little sound you make.”

your head tips back against the pillows, your free hand twisting in the sheets. “mattheo—oh my god—”

“c’mon, princess. cum on my tongue,” he urges, voice thick with hunger, with something darker, something possessive. he sucks your clit between his lips, and the coil in your stomach snaps, pleasure slamming into you so hard you forget everything—where you are, who you’re supposed to be loyal to. the only thing that exists is mattheo’s mouth, his hands, the low, satisfied chuckle he lets out as he watches you fall apart beneath him.

he doesn’t stop until you’re squirming away, too sensitive, your breath coming in quick, uneven gasps. only then does he pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his dark eyes gleaming.

he leans over you, caging you in, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “go clean yourself up, princess. wouldn’t want tom to see you like this, yeah?”

and just like that, he’s gone, slipping out the door like he was never there, leaving you wrecked, panting, and stained with the taste of betrayal.

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OKAY…SOPH SAY LESS AND HOLD MY HAND ??? I’M SO FUCKING READY

INCUBUS!MATTHEO ᯓ★

Incubus!Mattheo is the kind of mythological creature to stray from common folklore. He's seductive, sharp-tongued, and deadly. His sweet words enrapture every woman he sets his eyes on; but his touch is pointed like a knife, and his presence alone is enough to kill.

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blood moon — t.n. & m.r. part 1

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

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

word count: 4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You better shut that little mouth—” 

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

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

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

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

Mattheo. 

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

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The Fruit of Your Labour

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Wordcount: 1k

Summary: After months of searching, you finally find Mattheo.

It’s been months. Months since you’ve last seen your boyfriend. Months spent on trying to track Mattheo down. And finally, you’ve found him.

You stand on the porch of a small house, staring at the front door. You chew your bottom lip raw, your hands forming fists — crinkling the note with the house’s address in your hand. You shove it into your pocket.

Your heart races. You haven’t seen Mattheo in so long. So many emotions and thoughts have gone through you since he disappeared. You had been scared, wondering what had happened to him. And after finding out that he had run away, you were left with one word in particular running through your head.

Why? Why would Mattheo leave? Why would he leave Hogwarts, his friends, you?

Though you are afraid Mattheo will turn you away at the door, you curl your hand into a fist, about to knock, when suddenly the door creaks open.

Arm falling to the side, you stare at the man before you. His warm brown eyes look at you in the same way. 

Mattheo looks almost the same, except that there are bangs under his eyes and his scar has been covered by what you assume is magic.

He speaks your name, snapping you out of your trance.

“Mattheo.. Mattheo." You speak his name almost unbelievingly. You want to jump into his arms and also slap him. “You left.”

He wears his guilt on his face. Good.

“I-I can explain,” Mattheo says, reaching out for you. You think he’s about to hug you, but instead, he pulls you into the house and shuts the door behind you.

“Does anyone else know you’re here? Where I am?” He sounds frantic and his body language shows it.

You shake your head. “No. As soon as I found out about your whereabouts, I came here.” You grab the note in your pocket and show it to Mattheo as some sort of pathetic show for proof.

He snatches it from you and scans the writing before throwing the paper into the fireplace.

“You can’t tell anybody about me,” he says.

Your brows furrow and your lips form a frown. “Why not?”

Mattheo sighs, though his gaze softens into something more familiar. He pulls you towards him and wraps his arms around your frame. Despite yourself, you melt into Mattheo’s embrace.

“You left,” You whisper against his chest.

“I know,” he whispers back.

You both pull away from each other and he gestures towards the couch. You sit down.

“I’m Voldemort’s son.”

You stare up at him, dumbfounded. It takes a moment for you to process those words. “What?”

He sighs again and awkwardly scratches the back of his head. “Yeah…”

You shake your head, unbelieving, though you know Mattheo wouldn’t joke at a time like this. “But your parents are… Bellatrix and Rodolphus.”

Suddenly, you remember all those times you would write Mattheo’s name in your diary. Mattheo Lestrange Black.

“I didn’t believe it as well. Turns out my mom had a thing going on with the Dark Lord.” Mattheo takes a seat next to you. “Voldemort suddenly found out that I was technically his son a few months ago, and he wanted to kill me. My parents helped me run away before he actually hurt me,” he explains nervously, and glances at you.

You take in everything Mattheo says, on guard.

“How long will you be here for?” You ask, grasping his pale hand and giving it a squeeze.

Mattheo shrugs and interlocks your fingers with his. “I don’t know. Hopefully when he dies.”

The Order of the Phoenix. You want to suddenly tell Mattheo all about it, but somehow keep your mouth shut.

You give his hand another reassuring squeeze.

“Are you going to leave again? Now that I know where you are.”

Mattheo shakes his head. “I don’t want to, and I don’t want to leave you again.”

You can’t help but smile at his words. You feel tears prick the corners of your eyes but quickly wipe them away. “Everyone was so worried about you,” you say, hoping Mattheo couldn’t hear the tremble that laced your words.

His eyes light up as you mention the others. “How are they doing?”

“Everyone was worried when you first left,” You repeat. “I haven’t really been keeping up with the others all that much, if I’m being honest.”

Mattheo nods.

“What if he finds you?” You can’t help but ask. The ‘he’ in questions doesn’t have to be specified.

You listen to the crackling of the fire as Mattheo thinks for a moment. “There are protective charms covering this area. If Voldemort or one of his cronies tries, I’ll be informed. So, I’ll have some extra time to get away.”

Oh. That’s a bit of a relief to hear. You relax and let yourself be held by Mattheo. Soon, you find yourself sitting sideways atop his lap.

“I really missed you,” he says, pressing his face against your neck.

“I did too.” You run your fingers through Mattheo’s dark hair, and gently grip it to force his face back. You press a kiss to his lips, which he returns. He wraps one hand around your waist, bringing you closer, while the other rests on one of your legs. You in turn wrap your arms around Mattheos neck, deepening the kiss.

You wish you could stay like this forever, held in the arms of the person you loved. Love. You  realize you haven't told Mattheo you love him yet.

You break the kiss and whisper near his lips, “I love you, Mattheo.”

He lets out a small breath and your heart skips a beat. “I love you too.”

Mattheo presses another kiss to your lips, and you respond to it in delight. You both press against each other, perhaps in the hope that you’ll somehow be stuck together.

“Stay the night,” Mattheo says breathlessly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You would stay with Mattheo forever if you could. But you know that you’ll eventually have to leave so that your family wouldn’t worry. So, you’ll enjoy the secretive time you have with him for now, until he’s safe from the danger that confines him.

a/n: I don't think Tom would be thrilled at the news of having a child, and would view them as a sort of competition, and would end up killing them. So, that kind of inspired me to write this fic. The reader is going to end this war for her man lol🤪 divider creds: @saradika

Touches

Mattheo Riddle:

No matter where you are, Mattheo loves touching you. Pressing kisses onto your neck, placing his hand on your thigh in class, you atop his lap in the common room.

When walking together, Mattheo loves to have an arm wrapped around you, whether it's on your hip, waist or slung around you shoulder, it doesn't matter; Mattheo just needs to know that your there.

Mattheo loves when you play with his hair. It gives him this feeling of safety and domesticity.

Tom Riddle:

Tom is more reserved with his touches when in public, but does enjoy interlocking his hand with yours when walking around Hogwarts. Tom claims it's so you don't try to wander off without him knowing.

He loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, and scratch at his scalp when he's stressed with his studies. It calms Tom down and gives him a moment of reprieve from his school work.

Tom does enjoying cuddling as well. He likes to have your head resting atop his chest, while one of his hands are wrapped around you, and another is wrapped around a book you're reading together. Once you're both done a page, you'll flip to the next page, since both of Tom's hands are occupied.

Theodore Nott:

Every time Theo sees you, he engulfs you in a hug, surrounding your nose with the smell of cigarettes and lime. He cranes his neck down so he can press a lingering kiss on your forehead.

You're surrounded by Theo's touch; his lips, hands, and chest pressed to yours, and you find that you don't hate it.

During mornings, Theo loves to wrap his arms around you, - pulling you back against his chest - and press small kisses to the area where your shoulder and neck connect, nuzzling into it.

When high, Theo likes to rest his head on your stomach while you gently run your hands through his hair.

Making out with them

Mattheo Riddle

His pupils are blown wide with lust, and the look that he's giving you is making you go crazy.

One of his hands are wrapped around your throat to keep you in place and the other digs into the flesh of your butt.

Between heavy kisses he whispers about how insane you make him, how he'd do anything for you.

Theodore Nott

You're pulled onto Theo's lap, his hands around your waist, and your fingers dug into his brown hair.

His mouth tastes of cigarettes and lime, and once he bites into your bottom lip, copper.

He gives you a small, cocky grin as you pull away with a pout on your lips.

Tom Riddle

You're sat sideways atop Tom's lap. You're both sitting on a couch, and a book lays besides you both that Tom was reading before you'd come in to keep him company.

One of Tom's arms are wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling and the other on the back of your neck.

His hand soon makes its way up your head and is enveloped in your hair as he forces you to tilt your head back for him so that he can press his lips against your throat.

Sleeping with them

Mattheo Riddle

When sleeping together, Mattheo will pull you towards him so that your head is resting against his chest, and will slither a protective arm around your waist. You often find yourself falling asleep to his heartbeat.

He usually wakes up to a mouth full of your hair.

Mattheo loves it when you run your hand through his hair, and use your nails to scratch at his scalp. He usually quickly falls asleep when you do this.

Tom Riddle

Tom likes to watch you sleep. Well, he doesn't exactly like watching you sleep, but more so it feels like he has to.

Tom often gets nightmares about the bombings that happen in England, and there's one specific dream that haunts him.

He'll be walking around the rubble filled streets of London, searching for something. Tom will stumble of what he assumes to be a rock, but when he looks down, it's a hand that leads back to the rest of your body.

It's a terrifying sight that leads Tom to waking up. So yeah. He needs to watch the rise and fall of your chest to make sure that you haven't left him.

Tom Riddle x Reader x Mattheo Riddle Love Triangle Headcanons

Warnings/Includes: Tom & Mattheo are brothers, Fem!Reader, nsfw, toxicity, mentions of drugs and drinking, love triangle

There's no doubt that their both overprotective and possessive over you.

Tom likes to keep your company to himself when it comes to dates. He'll take you down to the chamber of secrets. You both have study dates where he tutors you on whatever class your having a problem with. He also likes to sit by the Black Lake with you.

Mattheo also likes to have dates with you at the Black Lake, and likes to swim in there rather then sitting around like Tom. He takes you to parties and likes to dance with you at them. You both also have study dates, but it's with you tutoring him instead because he was either high during the lesson, slept in, or he just wasn't paying attention during class.

Tom doesn't like to show that much physical affection in public, but might put his hand on your thigh when your both sitting down. But Mattheo loves having you sit down on his lap when you're both in the Slytherin common room, making out at parties, and usually has an arm around you when walking with you.

Mattheo loves seeing you wearing his shirts, whereas Tom likes to see you wearing his family ring.

Mattheo loves making Tom jealous and tries to get a rise out of him. Since they both share a dorm, Mattheo will purposefully be shirtless around Tom to show the scratch marks you left on his back after spending a night with you.

They'd both try to get you to admit that they're better than the other. Mattheo would fuck you hard, trying to get you to admit that Tom can't fuck you as good as he can, and Tom would focus on your pleasure, trying to get you to admit that Mattheo doesn't make you feel as good as he does.

They're both really jealous of each other. Mattheo is more sensitive out of the pair and may come to you for reassurance. But sometimes he may try to start a fight with you, flirting with another girl and then when you get jealous he'll get angry at you. Telling you that you have no right to be angry when you're fucking his brother. You'd got to Tom afterwards to vent and Tom wants to be angry at his brother for upsetting you - and he is -, but he also thinks about how you fighting with Mattheo can make you and Tom closer.

They both don't trust each other with you. Mattheo is scared that Tom will make you get the Dark Mark, and if Tom does, it might result in the biggest fight these two brothers have been in.

Between the drugs, partying, and drinking, Tom believes that Mattheo is a bad influence on you, that Mattheo won't take care of you like he can.

You'll have to choose between them both at some point, because their jealousy and paranoia over the other will get to them, and neither one of them will handle rejection from you well.

A/N: I haven't read the fic that Mattheo is from, so his parts were all based off of what information I could find online😭😭

I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted but it's what i found on him.

Someone AI me Mattheo in a Slytherin rugby uni

bfb!mattheo who hears/sees tom fucking u and makes up a whole scenario where he can one up his brother while he staring from the crack in the door?

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend’s brother!mattheo watching you and tom through the door

warnings ; 18+ mdni, p in v, voyeurism, swearing

₊⊹ navigation ; bfb!mattheo ; au’s ; m.list

he shouldn’t be here. 

he knows that. knows it in the way his fingers curl into fists at his sides, in the way his chest tightens with something worse than anger, something uglier than hate. knows it in the way his breath is fucking shallow, standing there like a goddamn ghost outside tom’s bedroom door, the sliver of space between the wood and the frame just big enough to see you.

and fuck—he wishes he couldn’t. wishes he could turn around, pretend he never heard the first telltale sounds, never saw the way your body moved beneath his brother, never had to watch you like this, spread out, panting, moaning his fucking name. tom. like you meant it.

his jaw clenches as he watches, eyes narrowing, assessing, criticizing. tom's movements are too stiff, too controlled, too fucking careful, like he’s handling glass instead of a girl who needs to be ruined.

his fingers twitch at his sides. tom’s grip on your waist is all wrong. it’s tight, but not tight enough—like he doesn’t even fucking realize what he has in his hands. your hips don’t lift high enough, your legs aren’t spread the way they should be. you need to be tilted forward just a little more—just enough to hit that one spot that makes your breath hitch and your fingers claw at the sheets. tom won’t do it. tom doesn’t know. mattheo wants to fucking kill him for it.

pathetic.

he drags his tongue across his teeth, biting down on his cheek so hard he swears he tastes blood. he could do it better. he would do it better. he’d ruin you. have you trembling, crying his fucking name instead. make you feel it in your bones, make you crave him like sin.

his nails dig into his palms. tom’s voice is steady, collected, not even a goddamn growl in his throat. not desperate. mattheo hates him for it. he hates him for touching you without the kind of obsession that would drive a man mad.

he exhales sharply, his hand dragging down his face, trying to fight off the sick, burning jealousy twisting in his gut. it’s embarrassing, really, standing here, watching, but he can’t help himself. because the thought won’t leave his head—how much better he could make you feel.  

he wonders what you’d sound like if it was him instead. if you’d gasp the same way, if you’d arch the same way. if you’d look back at him with that dazed, hazy expression, lips parted, cheeks flushed, body trembling. he bets you would. he bets you’d look even prettier falling apart for him. bets he could make you shake, make you cry, make you forget every single fucking thing about his brother.

his cock throbs at the thought, and he lets out a sharp exhale, pressing his forehead against the wall, trying to will the heat away. he should leave. he should fucking leave.

but then he hears you whimper, soft and broken, and he sees the way tom barely reacts, the way he doesn’t even acknowledge what a fucking gift he’s been given, and something inside him snaps.

fucking tom. doesn’t deserve you.  

he licks his lips, dragging his teeth over the lower one, and exhales slowly. 

one day, he tells himself, he’s going to ruin you. one day, he’s going to show you exactly what you’ve been missing. and when that day comes, you’ll forget tom riddle ever fucking existed.

© leona-hawthorne 2025. please do not copy, translate or repost any of my writing.

I'm considering writing a Harry Potter x TVDU au crossover. But I'm having kinda a hard time on which one I should write, but I have 2 ideas. (They both are Mattheo Riddle and Harry Potter fanfics. They will be posted on my wattpad as well _lazybitch_)

The first one is called Swan Lake, where Odette, who is the adopted daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall has a doppelganger named Odile, who was very close with Voldemort during their time at Hogwarts. (inspired by the ballet Swan Lake)

or

The second one is called Beauty and the Beast, in which Klaus and Hayley's adopted daughter, Estelle, is the daughter of two death eaters who were killed by Voldemort. In her third and fifth years, she catches the eye of the chosen one and her best friend's twin brother.

mattheo riddle x pregnant!fem!reader ???

The scenario: You hid your pregnancy from him because you were afraid he would order you to abort your pregnancy because you were still 'students'...:(

A Miracle

a/n: I’ve been taking a small breaking from writing but I’m trying to get back into the grove. Hope y’all enjoy.

Warnings: talk of forced abortion, pregnancy, birth, teen pregnancy, allusions to smut

Y/n couldn’t stop herself from shaking as she sat on her boyfriend, Mattheo Riddle’s bed. He stared down at her, a pained expression on his face. Her heart pounded in her chest like a she was running. Tears threatened to explode from her eyes like a bomb. Slowly Mattheo lowered himself down and kneeled right in front of her.

“Princess… why didn’t you tell me?” Mattheo pondered softly as if speaking to a frightened doe. In many ways you were his doe, with your big e/c eyes and pretty smile. “I was scared.” You muttered. He placed his slightly roughened hands on the bed at her side.

“Why?” You couldn’t answer. Tears poured down your face. His hands instinctively wiped the gushing tears.

“Why princess?” Mattheo repeated.

“I was scared you would make me…. Make me get rid of them.” Mattheo froze, his puppy brown eyes falling. His princess thought he’d make them get rid of their baby? His heart shattered as he saw the pure terror in her eyes.

“Princess…” Mattheo slowly brought his hands to your cheek, wiping the steady stream of tears flowing from your eyes. Mattheo would never make you get rid of your baby.

This baby was a part your you, a part of him, a part of them. It was a sign of their love, a love that Mattheo thought he’d be denied. As the son of the Dark Lord, he never expected to fall in love. Much less with you, his perfect girl.

Who always helped the younger Slytherins, always gave everyone the prettiest smile, always happy with your pretty doe eyes.

Mattheo never thought you’d love him, that he was capable of being loved. But here you were, sobbing on his bed, pregnant… pregnant with his baby.

Mattheo knew the risks of having sex without a condom, normally he was so good at pulling out with they went without one. However after he finally beat Potter in the match he couldn’t keep his hands off you. The both of you hand no control over yourselves and didn’t care.

“What do you wanna do?” Mattheo voiced firmly. He needed to keep you steady.

“I’m scared Matty, I dunno know what I wanna do.” You cried softly, hands buried in his sheets. Mattheo quickly brought you into a tight comforting hug. He rubbed her back in soft circles.

“Whatever you want, we’re gonna do it together.” Mattheo mumbled softly into her ear. Y/n sniffled softly as she hugged him tightly.

In the end the pair kept the baby, and in nine months they had a beautiful baby girl. Helga Riddle and she was their miracle.

Hello, I was the one who sent the request about king!sirius having many concubines. I really like your writing on it, and it fits my imagination🥺🫶🏻.

If possible, I would like to ask for another request. This time it's about Matteo Riddle. Mattheo was told to remarry by his father, Tom, because his wife had not produced a son. Even though his wife never gave birth to a son, Mattheo had a daughter who was already a teenager. When told to remarry, Mattheo immediately became angry with his father, because he only loved his wife, and insisted that his daughter was his heir. Mattheo will 'eliminate' anyone who dares to 'remove' his daughter from her status and right as heir.

By the way, may I be 🩰 Anon

A Fathers Love

a/n : Hope you enjoy, but what is an anon? I’m relatively new to all this. Also I changed the daughter from a teen to like 12.

Warnings : period misogyny, almost deadly child birth and pregnancy, allusion to smut, allusions to Reader having a more fragile body, Mattheo and Reader having an arranged marriage

Anon 🩰

Royal au

Matthew Riddle x Fem! Reader

Mattheo had never thought he’d glared so fiercely before. His father, Tom Riddle, the one who usurped the throne for his great grandfather, now know as King Voldemort stared down at him with mild interest. Mattheo his only heir had one child. That child was the Princess Morgana.

Mattheo and his wife, the Lady Y/n Riddle had one child. Lady Y/n’s body wasn’t meant for such strenuous things. With how bad her pregnancy was they assumed that her child would be a boy.

After a long and difficult labor, Y/n battling for her and her child’s life, Morgana was born. Y/n’s recovery was a long and challenging journey, her healer informed her it would be against her if she bore another child. Y/n would stay up late at night with her darling daughter in her arms, fearful her father would wish her a boy.

But Mattheo doted on his daughter every chance he could. He sat with her in the darkness of her room to “protect” her from monsters. He’d duel with wooden swords with her. He loved his beautiful Y/n for gifting him with such a wonderful child.

The King Voldemort however was not pleased. The women he chose to be his sons bride was worthless. She hadn’t provided a male heir, she had failed at her one job as his son’s wife. So he found a solution.

“Are you being serious Father?” Mattheo’s voice rang through the throne room. His father’s advisors turned away, not wanting to face the princes wrath.

“Lady Daphne would make an excellent wife, she would give you sons.” Mattheo’s eyes raged with fury at his father’s words. How dare he! He had no right.

“I have no need for sons, I have my heir!” Mattheo voiced his tone bordering a scream. Voldemort rolled his snake eyes and shrugged.

“You have a daughter, a girl unfit to rule.”

“My daughter is my heir!”

The room went dead silent. It was unheard of for a father to allow his daughter to be his heir. Mattheo remembered every moment from his daughter creation to now. Mattheo didn’t make love to Y/n on the night of there marriage. He wanted her love before he force a child into her.

For months the pair grew their relationship, and then they decided they wanted a child. Mattheo was fearful, he knew his wife well enough to see her lose her breath so easily, to see her fatigue in the cold.

When both Y/n and Morgana survived, Mattheo made a vow. That for his wife’s hard labor his child would sit his throne. His daughter would be queen one day. Morgana grew to be a mommy’s girl with no doubt in his mind. Although Morgana looked and acted so similar to Mattheo, she was never far from her mothers side.

“I will not remarry, my wife is very much alive!” Mattheo roared. Voldemort stood from his throne as Matthe stepped forward.

“I’m saying divorce your wife, send Morgana away with her and give this kingdom a true heir!” Mattheo froze on the spot. Leave Y/n… leave Morgana. Mattheo didn’t allow another word and quickly left the room. He ignored his fathers shouts for him as he marched outside.

Mattheo walked outside and saw them. His darling wife and daughter played in the meadow around the castle. Y/n sat braiding flowers into a crown as Morgana chased a butterfly. Y/n’s green dress blended into the greenery around her. Morgana’s silver dress sparkled brightly as she chased the orange butterfly.

Mattheo slowly walked over to Y/n and tackled her into the ground. Y/n shrieked in surprise as Mattheo began to litter kisses all over her neck and face.

“Mattheo!”Y/ n squealed happily. Mattheo brought his wife into his lap holding gently onto her waist. Mattheo stared into Y/n’s dazzling e/c eyes. Y/n stared at her husbands face for a while, she gently cupped his cheek.

“What’s wrong my love, you’re troubled.” Mattheo leaned into her touch. Her hands were so delicate.

“I am fine darling, I promise.” Y/n nodded softly deciding not to pry. She placed the flower crown on his head with a smile.

“Papa! Mama! Look what I’ve caught!” Morgana yelled as she plopped down next to her mother. Y/n gently brought Morgana closer and placed a crown on her head.

“What is it Morgana?” Morgana’s hands slowly opened to reveal the orange butterfly in her hands. The butterfly crawled into Y/n’s outreached hand. There was a small tear in its wing.

“Can you fix him Mama?” Y/n giggled softly.

“How do you know he’s a he?”

Morgana pouted softly, her brows furring. She nuzzled into Y/n and she placed her mother’s crown on her head.

“Yes I can fix him.” Y/n’s hands began to glow softly. The butterfly began to glow, then his wing was perfectly clear. The butterfly flew away quickly and Morgana stared at it in awe. Mattheo stared at his lovely little family.

“My daughter will be queen, I will make sure of that, no one will challenge you my darling.” Mattheo thought as he stared at his daughter.

Hey Lovelies!!

Im new to Tumblr and I do happen to write fanfiction!

Feel free to DM me anytime for suggestions. I normally do the Slytherin Boys but am open to do other HP, ST, THG, or TMR characters!

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Can you make with Ominis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow? 👀 I would feel appreciated 🙏❤

Sorry for bothering you tho 😭

SLYTHERIN BOYS WITH AN ADHD!GF

Requested by: @lovemelikeyoulovemusic

A/N: ima slightly write it off my experience of adhd but remember that everyone’s adhd experience is different! 🫶🏾

Tom Riddle

You two are a good opposite duo 🫶🏾

He loves how you rant to him about anything really. He’s listening while somehow reading the book he has

When someone tries to tell you to be quiet. Immediately the room feels a chill.

He may not be pda like you, but he shows his caring side in a different light.

Mattheo Riddle

You like shenanigans, he does shenanigans.

You two are a match made in heaven! ☺️💗 honestly when you stim happily and tap your fingers around. Immediately he shows the same exact energy

He knows you can’t focus well, and shit he can’t either sometimes.

But he will always help you!

Theodore Nott

Is always interested in what you like

Could easily be distracted with you, as long as it doesn’t happen in class

He does find it creepy when you just stand there not blinking..for a long time.

Your sudden burst of energy always gives him serotonin.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Always gives you his hand when you need something to occupy yourself.

Your “out of no where mood swings” either of your period or just the random switch confuse him. But he is supportive.

He understands how you space out a lot and just think about things. He finds it adorable.

He understands how you can’t seem to focus. So he teaches you in a way that you are able to focus and memorize other than give up on you like idiots would.

Theodore Nott x Oc muggle - Fanfic: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/370478169-%E1%B4%9B%CA%9C%E1%B4%87-%E1%B4%8D%E1%B4%9C%E1%B4%85%CA%99%CA%9F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%85-theodore-nott

Siempre me pareció interesante la dinámica de Theodore Nott enamorandose de una persona con un estatus de sangre diferente al suyo, pero en vez de hacer la tipica versión donde es una maga mestiza, en este caso es una muggle que logra cautivar su atención, y es por eso que estoy escribiendo este fanfic! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ ᯓ★ Asique los introduzco a "The Mudblood": En los laberintos sombríos del mundo mágico, Theodore Nott, hijo de un mortífago encarcelado, se ahoga en un mar de excesos y desesperación. Pero cuando una enigmática bailarina muggle irrumpe en su vida, despierta en él una obsesión peligrosa. Entre el hechizo de su baile y la barrera de sus diferentes mundos, Theodore se debate entre la redención y la perdición, enfrentando un dilema que desafía todo lo que creía saber sobre el amor, la sangre, su estaus y su vida mágica. Si les interesa acompañen me en el trascurso de esta historia de romance, sangre y magia જ⁀➴ Gracias!

You ever done this before?

Mattheo Riddle x reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW! I am in no way responsible for what you consume online, stay safe and read at your own risk!!

A/N: I may or may not have wrote this during study hall..🥳

The party was huge, Slytherins big win. Green strobe lights everywhere, the room filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol, people dancing, making out, and starting arguments that others were too drunk to care about.

You on the other hand sat delicately on one of the plush green leather couches near a wall, drink in hand but only half emptied. You had a tight black dress on, short but still covering you up, black heels that extended you hight quite a bit, and smokey makeup.

You were fine sitting your nice corner with your drink before your best friend Pansy came stumbling over, clearly having too much to drink.

“Girl get up! And d-dance!” Pansy slurred through hiccups.

“No i- I shouldn’t it’s really packed over there..” you said, voice hesitant.

“Don’t be a baby!” She said as she grabbed your hand, dragging you to the more populated part of the party before you had time to argue.

Pansy wasted no time to start dancing on you, just having fun in her very drunken state. You hesitated a good minute before downing the rest of your drink and dancing with her.

It was weird. You had always been such a goody two shoes, always studying, taking notes, reading.. but once you met pansy she was always dragging you on these way too populated activities, they were a lot, but you were slowly getting accustomed to them.

You couldn’t help but feel as if there were a pair of eyes on you as you swayed and danced with pansy, it creeped you out just a bit, but after a few more drinks you started to care a little less.

The more pansy had, the more people she started dancing on, you hadn’t even noticed she left as you danced on your own, just having fun.

All was well till a pair of cold, big hands slithered around your waist, dancing in rhythm behind you. You didn’t mind so you just kept dancing, till the person behind you leaned in a whispered in your ear.

“Do you know what you’ve been doing to me all night?” The voice said, low and husky.

You thought you recognized the voice so you immediately whipped your head around to get a look at who was behind you.. and it was none other than THE Mattheo Riddle. The guy who made it his mission to piss you off daily.

“What the fuck?” Slipped from your lips, you couldn’t decipher if it was from the oddness of the situation or from how.. handsome he was up close..

He just chuckled at your reaction, hands still on your waist as you were now fully turned around, staring straight up at him, a look of disbelief and pissed off on your face.

“What’s with the face baby?” He said, that stupid grin resting on his lips, the same one he made when he would piss you off in class, in dining hours, in halls, in the common room.

That God damn nickname. Baby. Baby..

“Why don’t we, get out of here, you know?” He said, his implication clear on his face with the way he was looking at you and the way he spoke close to your ear, standing closer than necessary.

You were about to decline, shove him off, keep dancing. But when he pulled back and you saw the look of pure lust in his eyes, the glimmer in them. How could you say no?

“I- yeah.. yeah let’s go.” You said staring up at him.

He wasted no time to grab your hand and drag you out the party, clearing through people while keeping you close to make sure he didn’t lose you. Eventually making it out the main populated area and out the common room.

You guys passed multiple people making out and grabbing all up on each other and you couldn’t help but feel like you were interrupting. But that didn’t matter. Not after Mattheo pulled you into a dark empty classroom and locked the door.

He pulled you in and immediately smashed his lips onto yours, a fight of teeth and tongues, both of you fighting for dominance, you knew you wouldn’t win but you still tried.

When he pulled back for breath he immediately started to leave deep open mouth kisses down your neck, sure to leave a mark as his hands traveled all over your body, leaving goosebumps in their tracks.

He pulled back and drug you over to the main teachers desk, leaning back against it and pulling you in-front of him, holding a light grip against your neck, he took in your appearance, lips plump from kisses, neck littered with hickeys, eyes low and sexy, hair slightly disheveled from his hands running through them.

He slowly trailed his hand up from your neck to your hair, grabbing at it a bit and slowly pushing you to your knees. You didn’t fight as you fell to your knees infront of him, face to face with his bulge poking through his now tight jeans.

You looked up at him, innocent as ever. You didn’t know much of what to do as you’d never given a guy head before. Sure you’d read about it but that’s it.

He looked down at you. Eyes squinted. He hesitated before letting your hair down, stroking the top of your head.

“You ever done this before?” His voice spoke, smooth, sweet even.

You shook your head, big innocent eyes looking up at him, a meek “no..” slipping past your lips.

He slowly nodded, looking up a moment as if he were thinking, after a moment he looked back down at you, still sitting obediently on your knees infront of him.

“Wanna learn?” He said, giving you the full opportunity to say no and leave.

“Y-yeah..” you said after a moment.

He nodded and smiled down at you, Gods that smile..

“Ok.. so most guys like when the girl unzips their pants and all that stuff.. so, if you want to, go ahead..”

At this point you realized he was gonna talk you through it. You couldn’t help the heat that spread fast between your legs, making you squirm in place, you reached your hands up and undid his belt, he pulled it off and set it on the desk he was leaning on, you kept going. You slowly unzipped his pants, hesitant as you looped your fingers at the top of his jeans.

“Go ahead.. you got it..” he murmured.

You slowly slid his jeans down, now face to face with the huge bulge in his boxers, twitching and excited. Right. in. your. face.

You didn’t know if that would even be able to FIT in your mouth.

You looked up at him again in hopes for instructions.

“Well you can’t blow me with my boxers on can you?” He teased.

You slid your hands to the waist band of his boxers and slowly slid them down, his dick heavy as it slapped up against the torso of his shirt, the tip pink and slightly wet, precum slowly pooling at the top and spilling down.

“Atta girl..” he grumbled as he looked down at you, the breezed running across his wet tip sending shivers down his spine.

“Mm, ok so.. now you gotta take it by the base and start slow.. and whatever doesn’t fit in your mouth, use your hands. Alright?”

You nodded and gently grabbed the base of his length, your hands small and a bit quivering. You leaned forward and gently kitten licked the tip, clenching your thighs when he let out a small groan.

You swirled you tongue around his tip a few times before bringing your tongue to the side and licking a long stripe up his full length.

“You sure you’ve never done this?” He groaned out, holding onto the edge of the table he was leaning on.

“I-I’ve read about it before..” you admitted shy.

“Mmm not so innocent now are you?”

You rolled your eyes and kept going, now taking his whole tip in your mouth, licking around it making his groan.

He reached down and grabbed your hair, making a little makeshift ponytail in his hand as he gently pushed your head a bit more forward, making you take more of him in your mouth.

You hummed when he did that, sending vibrations through him and making him let out a low groan and shut his eyes. You started working your hands at his base, like he said.

You took it upon yourself to take him deeper in your mouth, almost at a gagging point, using your hands on the bit you couldn’t fit. He was starting to get weak, groaning and gripping your hair.

After a little longer he couldn’t help it as he started to thrust into your mouth matching your thrust.

“Mhm, fuck yeah, like that come on..”

He groaned out, gripping your hair. His thrust began to get a bit sloppy, and you’re weren’t 100% but you were quite sure he was about to cum..

He threw his head back as he shoved your head all the way down, your nose resting against his stomach, his balls tightening as he shot spurts of hot cum down your throat, not pulling back till he was empty.

When he pulled out your mouth, a few bits of spit dribbled down your chin as you caught your breath, looking up at him.

When he pulled his boxers up he then reached his thumb down and swiped your chin.

“Fuck that was so good.. I would’ve never known that was your first time..”

Your cheeks burned pink, staying silent. Not trusting your voice to say anything.

That was only the start of the night. He couldn’t leave you all hot and needy could he? Let’s just say the desk behind him came to great use..

ULTRAVIOLENCE theodore nott

“i love you the first time

i love you the last time…”

- lana del rey

PAIRINGS: toxic!theodore nott x fem!reader

WARNINGS: use of y/n, she/her pronouns, very much angsty, smoking, toxic relationship and very much toxic theo, mentions of bruises, just want to make clear that i am not romanticising this type of “love” whatsoever!

SUMMARY: in which, she can’t get away from his “love”…

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

THE COLD AIR of the dark, and starry sky hit her face as she stood in the astronomy tower with a cigarette placed between her lips, and her eyes slightly squinting as the wind was starting to become too much.

her face lacked emotion though, still keeping a straight face as she just stared at the scenery that was playing out before her.

she felt as the smoke entered her body. it was toxic, but she was used to toxic.

she wouldn’t describe the feeling as pleasurable but more of an intense, exhilarating feeling that made her feel like the smoke was carrying out her worries as it left her mouth.

she loved the feeling. she didn’t want to exhale the smoke, but she did. not because she wanted to, but because she had to.

the wind hitting against her red, purplish mark that rested on her arm was enough to make her shudder and wince in slight pain.

her eyes finally ripped away from the outside world, bringing all her attention back to the reality of what was really happening.

she blankly stared at the mark.

a dangerous, yet loving reminder that somebody was there with her.

a reminder that she was loved.

after all, she felt herself wanting to be loved more than she wanted to be alive.

the mark was fresh, unlike her love which was slowly becoming old and outdated to her.

but she still stayed.

for the past five days, night was the only time of the day she found herself taking off her jumper and exposing her painted arm. she knew she would get judged or questioned, but that’s not what she wanted.

she knew that people wouldn’t understand that to her, these marks were symbols of love. a reminder that he still cared about her, providing a feeling that she had always longed for.

acceptance.

for the longest time. she had felt like an outsider in her own life. but when theo came along, he made her feel something. he made her feel special.

she knew it was wrong.

she knew that this type of love that they had going on was not the right way to go. yet every time she expressed her doubts to him, he would just pull her closer, wrap his arms around her and reassure her that he loved her.

and of course, she gave in.

and it wasn’t only because she loved him so dearly, it was because he provided a sense of security and reassurance that nobody had ever offered to her.

she wanted so badly to cry and let some emotion out but over time, she had taught herself how to conceal that very well.

he never liked it when she cried.

he claimed that she was “too pretty to cry”, and that she should never cry in front of him.

so like a fool in love, she obeyed.

she made sure that he never saw the water that would constantly threaten to slip from her dark eyes. but for now, she was all alone.

so instead of doing her usual routine of sucking it up, she let them fall. a small sigh of relief leaving her mouth when doing so as her tears began to ruin the mascara that was perfectly applied to her face.

a sigh escaped her mouth, the feeling of the tears rolling down her cheek were refreshing, like something she had never felt before.

she brought her cigarette back up to her mouth, her hands slightly shaking as she was beginning to feel overwhelmed by the “sudden” wave of sadness entering her body.

she felt so lonely in such a busy world, this was a feeling that was always with her since she first became a teenager.

she watched as the smoke that escaped her mouth now blew away freely into the air, staring at it with envy. she was jealous of how free the smoke was, unlike her who felt trapped in a place that was supposed to provide her “freedom”.

the sudden sound of footsteps was what immediately silenced her, scaring her from turning around in case it was a professor.

i mean, God forbid it was Snape who found her.

but it wasn’t.

instead, she recognised the footsteps.

she slowly turned her head to the side, using her peripheral view to see exactly who it was. theodore.

her eyes remained on him as he walked closer and closer to her, her mouth slowly going agape as she waited to see what he would do or say.

“y/n…” he began.

his voice. his oh so soft voice that made her fall even more in love with him than when she first met the boy two years ago. his voice lured her in for a quick second, making her feel everything she would feel for him whenever he would hold her tight and reassure her that he loved her, even after doing her dirty most times.

“i’ve been looking for you everywhere.” he continued as he was getting even closer. but y/n just stared at him, quickly getting out of whatever trance he had put her in unknowingly.

the girl watched as he got closer. she suddenly dropped her cigarette on the floor before backing away from the boy who just kept approaching her, “get the fuck away from me.” she harshly spat, forced to use her inside voice as she didn’t want to get caught out here, especially with a boy after hours.

“woah, calm down princess…” he said in attempts to calm her down as he stared at her. his eyes dropped down to her arm and the painted bruise that laid on it, “i’m not gonna hurt you.” he reassured her, trying to reach his arms out to her but she rejected.

“you already did.” she said sternly.

she took a moment to look at him, admiring how the moon reflected on his carefully crafted features that were just so beautiful. her breaths became a little shaky, his eyes glistened as he looked at the girl and the state that she was in.

but she didn’t care about how he viewed her at that moment, she just wanted him gone.

“so don’t try to fucking touch me.” she said harshly, resulting in theo to slowly furrow his eyebrows.

“me, hurt you?” he asked in a condescending tone as he walked closer and closer to her. but y/n continued to back further away from him, not wanting to be anywhere near him.

the feeling of her back hitting a stone wall causing her breathing to fault as she knew that that he was going to use this to his advantage. she could’ve sworn she saw a small smirk appear on his face, one that quickly disappeared once he finally reached her.

his cold, cold eyes looked down at her, taking in her beauty that was to die for. his eyes scanned all over her face, the bright moonlight showing every single minute detail that captivated him the moment he first saw her.

y/n knew he was staring. she could feel his harsh gaze on her, but she had her head turned to the side, avoiding him as her breaths were shaky and a few tears rolled down her face.

she knew what the consequences would be if she even glanced at him. it was a cycle. she’d fall into his obvious trap, he’d hold her close and whisper sweet lies in her ear, then they would be together the next day just to break up again days later.

“i would never hurt you y/n.” he muttered as his low eyes remained on her, staying focused on the tears that freely rolled down her cheeks.

y/n nearly scoffed at his words, but she chose to stay silent. she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her reaction because he lied.

after all, it was what he did best.

his cold, cold eyes stayed glued to her features, his attention drawing to the tears that rolled down her cheeks. he brought his hand up to her jaw, grabbing onto it with a little bit of pressure.

she shivered.

his touch feeling so comfortable, yet so unsettling to her.

he wasted no time in turning her head over to him, forcing her to look at his face. his low eyes analysed her face as the bright moonlight reflected on her beauty face. he just looked a her while she stood there, her breaths even becoming shaky as her mouth was left slightly agape.

“so beautiful mi amore.” he muttered, his eyes flickering down to her beautifully full and succulent lips.

“your so pretty when you cry,” he added. his thumb found its way to her cheek, wiping the tears off of her cheek.

“but you know i hate it when you do…” theo spoke in a quiet voice.

his voice.

his voice sounded like a melody that made her want to listen to it over again. his soft, yet assertive voice was what caught her in the obvious trap that he had set out. she found herself staring deeply into his eyes, like a lost puppy. his beautiful eyes made her heart skip a beat as his gaze was so comforting.

silence found its way between the two, the only thing audible being the loud winds that hurled.

her eyebrows furrowed at just feeling of his thumb grazing her cheek slowly, she brought her hand up and wasted no time in removing his thumb.

“i-i can’t keep doing this.” said y/n as she shook her head, she knew how it would all end if she stayed and she wasn’t ready for that outcome.

“we aren’t good for each other.” she mumbled out truthfully, but theo just furrowed his eyebrows at her words. she looked away from him, avoiding his intoxicating, yet addictive gaze.

“why?” he simply asked, removing his hands from her jaw before brining it down to her waist. his touch brought her butterflies, a feeling that she knew she shouldn’t of been feeling.

but she couldn’t help it.

the feeling of his fingertips against her skin brought back many memories, good and bad. the nostalgia of how good he’d make her feel while inside of her, whispering in her ear that she was beautiful, or that she was all he ever wanted. but memories of how he’d harshly grab her, or how she’d roughly push him away from her came rushing back.

“can’t you see that we’re perfect together?” he asked her as he stepped even closer to her body, “we can’t ruin this my love.” he muttered.

his words ran through her mind. the thing was, they weren’t perfect. far from it even.

y/n felt her self going crazy.

she was tired. tired of feeling drained, tired of waiting for him to change, tired of feeling utterly dehumanised, and tired of feeling fucking crazy whenever she was around him.

if it was love, she wouldn’t of felt this agonising feeling when with him, if it was love she wouldn’t of constantly looked at him with disgust, if it was love she wouldn’t of had these marks all over her. but she was afraid to leave him, afraid as this was truly the only “love” she knew.

“no…” she mumbled quietly as she looked at him, “this isn’t love.” she spoke, motioning her hands between them both. theo just looked down at her, his hand remaining on her waist as his expression just stayed emotionless.

his once comforting touch now felt sour, she quickly pushed him off of her causing him to slightly stumble back.

“what the f-” “shut the fuck up theo…” she harshly spat, her eyes filled with disgust as she looked him up and down.

“i-i can’t keep doing this… i can’t keep waiting for you to finally see me and treat me like a human.” she expressed, “you don’t care about me theo, you never did.” she added.

theo let out a small sigh, “i do care about-” “just shut up, please”.

“your an awful person theo, i just hope you realise that someday.” she said truthfully, but theo just rolled his eyes at her words as he was used to hearing that.

his eyebrows furrowed as he walked closer to the girl once more, y/n just watched him. she watched him keep his eyes on her with this dark, eerie aura which strongly radiated from him.

“but you don’t say that when we’re alone together.” he muttered, his body basically against hers as he looked down at her. her soft beat was all he could feel against his chest, something that he was used to hearing and breaking.

“when my hands are all over you,” he continued lowly as his eyes now scanned her body.

“or even when i’m inside-” “that’s enough.” she quietly spoke as she dropped her eyes to her feet, but the seriousness in her tone was enough to make him shut up.

“i don’t deserve this. i deserve a love that’s pure, deep, a-and passionate. not this.” she said before looking back up at him, who was already staring.

theo let out a breathy laugh, his perfect teeth being exposed as a smile rested on his face.

“and who will give you that?” he asked her as his smile dropped, “hm?” he continued, waiting for an answer to drop out of her mouth. her words were practically a joke to him.

“all the other boys waiting for you to disappear.” she quickly replied, and she wasn’t lying.

she really did have a lot of boys trying to get to her but the only thing holding her back was theo. it didn’t help that everyone knew how possessive he got with her, causing every man to avoid her like the plague.

his eyes spent a moment scanning her perfect face, a confused expression on his face even though nothing had been said.

he suddenly lifted his hands and brought them to her face, his large hands cupped her cheeks as his thumb slowly grazed her soft skin. his eyes were constantly flicking between her lips and eyes, licking his lips before opening his mouth to talk.

his hands were soft, like butter.

it was a feeling that she had always loved against her skin, it felt so comforting to her.

“go ahead, nobody’s stopping you.” he said cooly, “but when each of them start to randomly disappear, don’t get shocked sweetheart.” he told her coldly.

his face was serious, a face and tone that she was extremely familiar with.

“no one will ever love you like i do my love.” he mumbled, slightly distracted as his attention was really just on her.

“and even if they try to…” he began, “i’ll blow their brains out, no hesitation.” he said with a straight face.

his tone was collected, almost as if he hasn’t said the most incriminating thing ever.

she wanted so badly to freak out over his words, but part of her felt flattered over his obsessive tendencies. maybe she felt this way because it was him who was talking, or maybe it was because of how protected he made her feel, or maybe it was the fact that being loved harshly was the only type of love she knew and was actually good at.

now here she was, a conversation that began with a determined y/n was now slowly disintegrating into her melting into his hands like putty.

but aside from that, she tried to hide how she felt by letting an expression of disgust rest on her face. she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her fold this fast.

“why can’t you just leave me alone? aren’t you tired of this, constantly trying to chase me?” she questioned, “your pathetic.” she spat.

“because when will you get it through your thick head that you don’t need anybody else but me?” he asked her, his tone was harsh as he furrowed his eyebrows and waited for an answer.

his expression suddenly softened as his eyebrows relaxed, “i see you with another man then i’ll kill you and whoever it is.” he said calmly.

“you wouldn’t even try.” she said bluntly, but theo only let out a laugh, not really buying whatever act she was trying to keep up.

“you know how bad i can get…” he said, his bottom lip finding its way between his teeth as he began to think about the different ways he’d punish her for her actions.

“you’re mine.” he continued.

those words were so simple, yet effective.

she knew it was a lie. she knew that he was full of shit half of the time, but it was something about him that kept dragging her back to him. she was so embarrassed to admit how dumb she looked continuously going back to him but she couldn’t explain it.

he was like a deadly drug that she was constantly drawn to, addictive.

he slight leaned his head down, his succulent lips making its way to her cheeks as they kissed them softly. he wasted no time in moving his hands from her cheeks down to her waist as he began to move his kisses down to her neck, becoming harsher, and harsher.

his lips were soft. sometimes cold, sometimes warm but that never distracted her from the fact that every time she kissed him or felt his lips attach to her body, she would have this dizzy feeling take over her system. she even felt it at that moment.

his kisses feeling like true love, a feeling that she always felt when with him but just hated to admit it to anyone, and even herself because she knew that what they had was far from it.

y/n stared blankly ahead of her, too ashamed to feel any pleasure from his sweet sensations of love.

she wanted to deny him so bad but she couldn’t, she was addicted to this man and there was no turning back.

AUTHOR SPEAKS!

it’s low-key been a while, but i was just trying to focus on some drafts.

i’m aware that people want a part two of “for the first time” which i really wasn’t expecting. i have been trying to think of a part two but writers block hit me harddd, but there will be one dw!!



FOR THE FIRST TIME theodore nott

PAIRINGS: theodore nott x hufflepuff!reader

WARNINGS: fluff fluff fluff, use of she/her pronouns!, i used all lower caps.

SUMMARY: in which, the usual womaniser finds himself in love with a girl who doesn’t even know his name…

“ITS JUST LIKE SEEING HER,

FOR THE FIRST TIME,

AGAIN…”

“The first time you caught my eye

it was not love at first sight.

Instead a quiet curiosity was

planted in my chest and i knew

it was only a matter of time before

you sunk beneath my bones and

nurtured this deep seated familiarity

into a love so fierce that

i would question if i had

ever been in love before”.

THOSE WERE THE words that theo scribbled down in his journal as he sat in the middle of the courtyard amongst other students on the hot and surprisingly toasty day in Hogwarts. he finally dropped the pencil in his hand as his eyes averted back over to the sight before him, y/n.

theo wasn’t normally one for poetry but ever since the first time he had ever saw her, it was all he could think about.

he found himself in a never ending cycle of writing, constantly writing his feelings and thought down whenever she crossed his mind which was all the time.

it was like she had unknowingly helped him discover a part of himself that he was unaware of.

his gaze stuck to her face that was glowing due to the sun hitting her perfect caramel skin. she sat peaceful on the green grass with a big book opened in her hands, one that seemed to capture all of her attention.

his eyes then traveled down to her hands, her hands that were decorated with multiple rings and her wrists that wore a few bracelets.

she wore a sleeveless v-neck jumper on top of a long sleeved shirt as her yellow tie was tied perfectly. she wore two necklaces which hung and rested against his the tie.

he watched as the slight breeze in the air blew into her brown, perfectly curly, and volumed hair which also had a sunflower tucked into the side of her hair slightly matching her yellow, Hufflepuff tie. he wanted so badly to talk to her, to get to know her, to be near her, but he instead found himself gawking from afar and silently hoping that she would at least turn and look his way.

but wether he talked to her or not, even him just being able to look at her was enough to fuel his slight obsession with the girl.

she was special.

she was like the coffee he needed to energise him in the morning, or even the warmth he needed on a cold and gloomy day.

she was the sunshine that could light up any dark room.

with every minute he spent staring at her, he grew even more curious by the second. he wanted to know everything about her.

he wanted to know why she always wore that one bracelet, why she always seemed to read books published by the same author, why she always played with her hair while reading or even why she always came to the courtyard alone at the same time everyday and sat at the same spot too.

he was intrigued by her, she was different.

he didn’t want to say it in a corny way, but she wasn’t like all the other girls in Hogwarts. she kept to herself, had friends but never minded being alone, was always sweet to everyone, and didn’t care how others viewed her.

classic Hufflepuff.

if you had asked him a year ago today if he thought a hufflepuff would ever had him feeling this way, he probably would’ve laughed in your face. what made it worse was that he was presented with so many chances to go and talk to the girl but instead, he froze up and got lost in all of the words that he wanted to say which was nothing like him.

it was like she had casted an irreversible spell that only pulled him closer and closer to her.

“are you okay?” a voice suddenly spoke, causing him to break from his deep gaze.

he looked away from the girl and looked up which finally revealed mattheo, “oh- yeah, yeah!” he spoke as he cleared his throat and silently hoped that his slight infatuation with the girl wasn’t too obvious to his best friend.

mattheo furrowed his eyebrows as he looked down at his friend who was sat alone, “really? cause if you ask me, it looks like little miss Hufflepuff has you distracted…” he spoke with a small smirk.

“what? no!” theo quickly denied as he jerked his head back at his friends’ words.

matteheo took a moment to look down at the notebook that was sat on theo’s lap as he took notice to all the words written down that he struggled to read due to how far it was, “and what is this?” he asked as he suddenly knelt down to pick up the notebook, and got back up on his feet.

a sudden feeling of panic took over theo’s body as he hadn’t told anybody about his recent passion for poetry that was fuelled due to y/n.

“the first time you caught my eye it was love at first sight,” mattheo began as he read out of theo’s notebook. theodore was quick to stand up in attempts to grab the notebook from his friends’ hand but failed as mattheo continuously swerved his attempts.

“i knew it was only a matter of time before you sunk beneath my bones?” mattheo continued with a surprised tone at what he was hearing.

he had never heard theodore speak ever so passionately before.

“into a love so fierce-” “give me that!” theo interrupted his words as he finally grabbed the notebook from him.

his cheeks were tinted with a light red pigment as a small feeling of embarrassment grew inside of his system.

“your in love?” mattheo spoke with a laugh, “your in love with a hufflepuff?” he continued.

theo rolled his eyes at his words, “can you stop?” he spoke with an irritated tone.

“she’s more than that…” he began, “she’s special, s-she’s like a breath of fresh air in a world filled with copies of each other.” he spoke, his words filled with love as he brought his gaze back to y/n.

her peaceful presence finally bringing back that safe feeling in the pit of his stomach.

mattheo just stood there with his mouth slightly agape, realisation finally taking over him. his friend wasn’t just in love, he was deeply in love.

“wow… it’s worse than i thought, your infatuated nott.” mattheo said in a shocked tone.

he took a moment to look at theo, who put his head down in defeat as his friend uncovered his hidden feelings.

there was a reason as to why he had never told his friend about his liking towards the girl and it was simply because, he wasn’t used to it.

he wasn’t used to liking somebody, at all.

he wasn’t used to constantly thinking about somebody every single moment of the day, or having your heart beat faster at not only the sight of them, but the sound of their name. he wasn’t used to only being happy if he saw a certain someone, or not being able to sleep because of somebody disrupting his thoughts. he just wasn’t used to any of it.

he thought that y/n was just another girl that he would’ve liked for at least two days then gotten over her but no, the past three weeks of non-stop thoughts about her made it clear that it was more than just a crush and that he had to talk to her.

at first he was a little mad at the innocent girl as he wanted to know if she had put a spell over him, but he realised it was all him.

he craved her.

“why don’t you go talk to her, i mean you are theodore n-” “no!” theodore quickly interrupted his friend.

just the thought of her even looking at him made his nerves come to play.

mattheo took a moment to analyse his friends’ body language before letting out a loud laugh, “there’s no way,” he began, “are you… nervous?” he laughed out.

theo rolled his eyes due to it probably being mattheo’s tenth time laughing at him.

“i-i’m not, i just don’t know what i’d say to her.” he explained himself, “since when have you had trouble talking to girls nott? your clearly nervous.” mattheo laughed a little more before stopping.

“you know what?” mattheo spoke which caused theo to listen, “your gonna go over there and just speak whatever comes to mind.” he said.

theodore’s eyes widened at his words, he wasn’t prepared to even be near the girl let alone talk to her.

“what? no i’m not-” his words were interrupted by mattheo who grabbed the boys’ arm and began pulling him towards where the girl was peacefully sat, “yes you are!” mattheo spoke, simply ignoring the boy who was trying to rebel and pull away from his strong hold.

“no i’m not, now fuck off!” theo spoke harshly as he began using his strength to try and pull away but mattheo wasn’t having it.

“yes you are!” mattheo protested as he let go of theo before giving him one final strong push, pushing him right in front of the girl and causing him to drop his notebook onto the floor.

the commotion and sudden figure blocking her from the sun was enough to make y/n finally bring her head up from her book, she looked up to find the brunette boy staring right at her which slightly had her confused.

he looked a little anxious, as if he had been scared.

an awkward smile took over the girls’ face, “um, hello…” she said hesitantly as he did come from nowhere, “can i help you or?…” she continued.

but theo just stood there, like an idiot.

what am i doing, say something. he told himself mentally as he knew how stupid he looked, this was seriously unlike him.

“uhh, i-um,” he muttered out, “no!” he finally spat out as he finally moved out of his frozen state that he was once in before.

and there it was. the usually cool, and laid-back theodore nott was not tripping over his words and struggling on how to even form a sentence.

“oh…” y/n spoke, not really knowing what to tell him as she just continued to look up at him.

her eyes left his as she began to look at the grass, noticing a random, and unfamiliar notebook beside her.

“is this yours?” she asked him before she picking it up, “um yeah.” theo nervously spoke.

just then, y/n’s eyes scanned the page that was open. she quickly realising that it was a poem, her eyes lit up as she looked back at him.

“wait, did you write this?” she asked him as she stared right at him, waiting for a response.

theo’s eyes grew wide at the fact that she looked at the poem that he had made about her, his heart beats sped up due to a little embarrassment.

“y-yeah, but i’m not really a writer so-” “are you kidding me? i love poems!” she exclaimed, interrupted his words.

she took a moment to look a with a wide smile, the smile that made him want to melt.

“why don’t you sit down?” she offered which made him become shocked, “i mean unless you don’t want to then-” “no of course i do!” he suddenly spoke before walking a little closer to her, kneeling down, and sitting right next to her on the grass.

theo turned around and took a moment to look at the girl, this was the closest he had ever been to her and definitely the longest, and the first time, he had ever talked to her.

he took a good and long look at the girl, she was even prettier when closer.

her shoulder lengthened curls captured her face perfectly as they were as healthy as ever, she had a few small brown freckles on her face which is something he had never gotten to notice until now, he also didn’t notice how high her cheekbones were either. her full straight eyebrows were what made her face even more perfect as her almond shaped eyes topped her look off. his eyes then flickered to her her full, succulent lips which were as soft as ever. to top things off, her beautiful skin glowed ever so gently as the sun bounced off her face.

she was perfect… no, ethereal.

her smell too, she smelled addictive.

her sweet vanilla, tonka bean, red berries and mandarin scent was what drew the boy crazy. it made him want to be near her forever and ever.

“do you mind if i read this?” she asked him nicely before turning around and looking him looking him right into his eyes, “uh, sure.” he spoke as he quickly got out of whatever trance he was in.

it wasn’t like she would know it was about her anyways, he thought to himself.

y/n’s eyes went down the page as she read the poem, his writing style completely had her drawn as if it were written about her.

“oh my gosh, this is so beautifully written.” she complimented as she still looked at the notebook, she couldn’t believe how well he had managed to portray his feelings onto the paper.

she turned to look at him, “i-i mean, you sunk beneath my bones and nurtured this deep seated familiarity into a love so fierce? beautiful.” she recited his words as she continued to stare at him, impressed by how poetic he was.

theo’s eyes widened at her sudden compliments, he felt his cheeks heat up.

“thank you…” he muttered as a small smile came across his face, “who is this about?” she suddenly asked him.

theodore cleared his throat, “um, p-pardon?” he nervously asked even though he had heard her perfectly, he was just caught up by her question and did not know what to say.

a smile took over the girls’ face as she let out a breathy laugh, God that smile…

“i said, who is this about? i mean it’s so deep, there has to be someone because this isn’t something you can just make up…” she explained to him, and she was right. there was somebody who had inspired him to make the poem and it was her.

but he couldn’t tell her that.

how was he meant to explain to her that he wrote her a whole love poem, and many more, that a wife’s own husband could probably never make up if he tried.

how could he explain that for the past three weeks, she had been running endlessly through his mind?

how could he explain that every time he saw her, it felt like seeing her for the first time again?

how could he explain that in a world full of chaos, she was the peace in his presence?

he felt himself choke up due to nerves, he really did not know what to say to her. he was confused. he was confused on how this girl had so much power over him without even realising.

“a girl.” he managed to finally spit out, “it’s um, it’s about this girl.” he continued.

his eyes wandered her perfectly crafted face before opening his mouth to speak some more, “there’s this one girl who is beautiful. s-she’s sweet, kind and has been stuck in my mind almost everyday.” he spoke, “but the thing is… i haven’t talked to her yet”.

y/n furrowed her eyebrows, “well if you haven’t spoken to her before, then how do you know she’s all of those things?” she questioned curiously.

“because for three weeks i’ve been sat there like an idiot gawking at her, watching her interact with others instead of being a man and attempting to talk to her.” he explained, “there’s just something about her, she’s absolutely perfect.” he rambled on.

a smile that spread on her face exposed her pearly whites to him, “sounds like your in love!” she said excitedly.

“why can’t you just try and speak to her?” she asked curiously.

theo chucked as he brought his head down before bringing back up and look at her again, “because she makes me nervous, and i never get nervous around girls.” he said.

“but she’s different… she’s not like the rest of them, she’s even better.” he said as he was now getting lost in her beautiful brown eyes that seemed to have more colour due to the sun, “s-she’s special.” he muttered as he dropped his eyes to her lips.

it took everything in him to not just take her in his arms and give her the biggest hug ever, but he stopped himself.

y/n examined the boy and his body language, it was really no secret that he was in love. she had seen many of her friends fall in love so she was pretty good at detecting when somebody was undergoing symptoms of the contagious disease of love.

just as she was about to respond to his words, a voice interrupted her words.

“y/n? y/n!” a voice spoke causing them both to turn their heads, revealing a blonde girl in hufflepuff uniform that theo had recognised from one of his classes, her name was scarlett.

“oh hi scar!” y/n exclaimed happily, her eyes lighting up as she saw her dearest friend.

“i’ve been looking for you everywhere, everyone has!” she said excitedly as she got closer to the duo sitting down on the grass.

“we need to go, it’s girls night tonight and we need to start getting ready remember?” scarlett reminded her friend which caused y/n to gasp, “oh my goodness, how could i forget?” y/n questioned herself.

she grabbed her tote bag and shoved her book in there before standing up. scarlett held her hand out, which y/n took happily and began to walk with her.

however, y/n’s movements came to a halt.

theo watched as y/n mumbled a few words to her friend before turning back around and making her way back over to him, causing him to smile a little.

“i’m so sorry, i never got your name.” she spoke, “so incredibly rude of me.” she rambled on which only caused theo to look up at her and smile due to how cute she was.

his was also slightly shaken at the fact that she really didn’t know who he was, he believed that he had made quite the reputation for himself so it shocked him.

he stood up from the ground, his tall frame now meaning that she was the one looking up at him.

“theodore, theodore nott.” he informed her, holding his hand out in hopes that she didn’t deny his request.

his nerves died down as she accepted his request and shook his hand, “i’m happy i met you theo.” she smiled. her smooth hands felt like something he had been missing his whole life.

“wait can i call you that?” she asked frantically, she didn’t want to offend somebody she had just met.

theodore smiled at how cute she was being in that moment, “of course you can… you can call me whatever you want.” he said, slightly regretting what he last said as he didn’t want to embarrass himself even though it was probably too late.

but y/n just let out a laugh. not one that was degrading, but one that made him realise that she found what he said funny which honestly calmed him down.

y/n finally let his hand go before giving him a heart warming smile and walking off as he just stood their and watch her skip over to her friend with a smile planted on his face.

“you see, now that wasn’t hard was it?” mattheo asked his friend cockily as he came out from his hiding spot behind the tree.

but theo didn’t hear him.

instead, he continued to watch the girl walk further, and further away as his stomach did somersaults.

poem made by: Lyra Wren

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AUTHOR SPEAKS! i kind of based this off of an unpublished draft so if i post something familiar to this, it’s cause i described the character in the same way as the draft

i hope you guys enjoyed this though!!

JUST THE TWO OF US theodore nott

PAIRINGS: theodore nott x slytherin!reader

WARNINGS: smoking, nothing too serious

SUMMARY: in which, it’s just the two of them after curfew…

THE GREAT LAKE, also known as “the black lake”. it was a large body of water that everybody knew about but nobody dared to swim in. well, everyone but y/n. for her, the lake was a way to escape from the realities of the harsh world, she loved having some time to herself.

y/n stood amongst the bodies of water, she stood there with her naked body as she watched the sun go down. a sense of ease and relaxation taking over her entire body as if it was medicine that helped cure whatever illness she had.

the pressures of juggling school, life, and her thoughts seemed to have disappeared. this was what life was about to her.

it was about being able to take time out of your day and do what you love. and although she wasn’t allowed to be here and definitely not at this time, she didn’t care for the rules.

she took one last look at the scene of the orange and pink sky before diving into the lake and swimming. the water was almost refreshing on her skin as she felt it moisturise her perfect features.

she spent at least five minutes swimming before she grew tired. she brought her head back up to the surface, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath of the fresh oxygen in the air.

“you shouldn’t be here l/n.” a familiar voice spoke, causing y/n to look up and realise who it was.

theodore nott.

the boy that every girl wanted. well, accept y/n.

and that was what pulled him closer to her. he spent the last year trying to get the girls attention but she just never looked at him, or even bothered to mutter a word to him. also, it wasn’t a secret that y/n was gorgeous. she had every boy in Hogwarts practically on their knees for her but just like how she treated theo, she never paid any mind to their existence and their pathetic attempts to impress her.

“well why not?” she spoke. she tilted her head to the side as she stared right at him, her voice loud as he was stood a little far from her at the dry land.

the water was now warm to her in comparison to when she first dived in, it was cold and unbearable then but now, she wanted to stay in the water forever.

“well for starters, it’s well past curfew. how’d you even get out?” he ask with a confused tone, the girl never failed to surprise him.

"don't worry about that." she told him, “why don’t you come in nott, your not shy are you?” she spoke in a teasing tone with her eyebrows furrowed and she stared at him.

theo suddenly grew quiet at her question, he truly didn’t know what to say and was sure as hell not going to open his mouth either. her expression soon changed as a seductive smile appeared on his face to show that she was just playing with him.

“i’m just playing with you nott, loosen up a little.” she spoke as she broke the silence between them, “i’m gonna get out anyways, my muscles are getting tired.” she continued before swimming black closer to the land that theo was stood on.

theo watched as the girl got up from the water, her naked body now visible to his bare eyes as he watched her shake her hair, lean her head back, and glide her hands against her wet hair in order to remove as much water as she can. his mouth was slowly agape as he watched the scene play out in front of him, it was as if everything was moving in slow motion. his cigarette found its way back into his mouth as he let the toxic smoke fill his lungs, he watched in awe as the girl played with her dark, luscious hair.

as time passed, he had grown rather intrigued at how peaceful the girl seemed amongst this scenery. he began to wonder if he should’ve even stepped foot into what was clearly her comfort zone. his low eyes carefully travelled down her perfectly crafted body as if it was his last time ever seeing her again. he was fascinated with all her curves and every single inch of her body.

he watched as she carefully put her school uniform back on her body. she had slipped her short skirt on and longsleeve shirt on that she had left unbuttoned at the top, her slytherin tie was lazily tied as she really didn’t bother who saw her since everybody except theo and her were in their rooms.

his eyes stayed glued to her as he watched her walk closer, and closer to him. the smoke that was just in his mouth, found it’s way out as he slightly parted his lips, permitting it to exit and make its way to y/n’s face.

she was now stood in front of him.

she took a moment to scan his face. her head was tilted to the side as she first examined his soft hair, then his ever so low eyes, her eyes then made its way to his nose. everything about the man that she rarely ever paid attention to was so perfect.

meanwhile, theo was feeling the pressure.

he out of nowhere had the Hogwarts IT GIRL extremely close to him, examining his face as he could feel her light breaths against his soft skin. he felt his heart skip a beat as the nerves began to take over his system. at that moment, he knew that the students of Hogwarts weren’t being dramatic when they said that “her presence alone was truly enough to make you forget your own name”.

her eyes then finally flickered down to the boys’ soft lips and the cigarette that was placed in between them. y/n didnt hesitate to bring her hand up to the cigarette, and removing it from his lips with her fingers. theo watched as she licked her lips before putting the cigarette stick in between her own.

her eyes went from his lips to his eyes as she wasted no time in inhaling the toxic smoke. her eyes stayed on his as she felt that familiar feeling in her lungs, a feeling that brought back many memories for her.

y/n let the feeling linger in her body for a few more seconds before finally exhaling and letting the smoke find its way to theo’s face, to which he didn’t react. a smile crept onto the girls’ face s she watched the scene play out, satisfied with what she had just done.

“i- um, i didn’t know you smoked.” theo finally spoke, breaking the comfortable silence between them, “i guess you don’t know a lot about me theo.” she replied.

the girl turned her gaze from theo, to the scenery surrounding them. she looked to make sure that nothing was creeping or lurking through the wooded and isolated area.

“why are you out here?” she asked him as she looked back at him, his fluffy hair blew as the wind passed them both.

“did you follow me or something pretty boy?” she asked him while furrowing her eyebrows, “what? no!” he quickly replied as he blew out more smoke from his mouth.

“i saw you sneaking out, i just had to make sure you didn’t get lost, or kidnapped.” he justified himself, a smile plastered on y/n’s face.

“so your telling me that Hogwarts playboy cares about me?” she asked with slight sarcasm evident in her tone, “wow, i am truly flattered”.

a laugh escaped the boys’ mouth at her words. as his laughter died down, he took a moment to appreciate how the moonlight lit up her face. she looked beautiful.

“playboy huh, who told you that?” he asked her as he slightly furrowed his eyebrows, “a handful of girls actually.” she simply answered a she tilted her head to the side.

“i didnt take you as someone who listened to what others said, it’s all bullshit.” he stated.

y/n tilted her head back, she stayed silent for a few seconds as she lightly bit her lip and quickly scanned her eyes over his perfect face.

“you don’t have to lie theodore.” she began, “it’s just the two of us, you can always tell me the truth.” she spoke in an endearing tone.

his breath hitched as their chests almost touched. she just stood their, letting her beauty captivate, and manipulate him. she continued to keep her eyes glued on him, his silence was pleasure to her as she could most definitely sense his nerves.

a smirk found it’s way to the boys’ face, “well you can always find out for yourself.” he suggested.

y/n smiled at his words, exposing her perfect, straight teeth.

“correct me if i’m mistaken, but it sounds like your offering a date?” she asked him, to which he nodded. she slightly taken aback by his confidence. i mean, she had heard all about his confidence and cockiness, but she had never seen it happen firsthand.

his cigarette rested between his lips as he really just appreciated the moment that they had away from everyone else. her glistening, almond shaped eyes looked up at his which made him swear that he felt his heart beat even faster.

all of a sudden, y/n let out a small chuckle.

he stared at her with confusion all over her face, did i mess up or something? he asked himself.

“that was cute theodore,” she began, “but if you seriously think it’s that easy to get a hold of me, you must actually be as cocky as people tell me you are.” she continued.

her words took him by surprise as he had never encounter a girl like her, someone who actually rejected him.

“i love the way your hair looks though.” she casually said, her hand reaching up to his hair and ruffling it before taking her hand away, grabbing his cigarette from his mouth, putting it in her own, and walking away.

theo just stood their, completely confused at what had just happened. but he had to admit, his ego was slightly deflated at her words but he was willing to keep trying.

WRITER SPEAKS!

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