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sinsirellaxx · 2 days
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Toxic!Slytherin boys and them actually falling in love with the reader? Like the Slytherin boys don’t just want to have control over the reader, they want to have a future together after they realize their true yet toxic love for the reader.
I just love the idea of these hurt toxic boys tryna be better.
Toxic Slytherin boys – When they actually fall in love with you
Warning: Kinda toxic yet not so toxic boys
Mattheo …
… chokes on his saliva when he realizes. He’d been having weird dreams – more like nightmares – of losing you and the relief that washes over him whenever he finally manages to wake up makes his heart skip a beat.
… would try to shrug it off and push it to the back of his mind until he couldn’t anymore. You growing more confident and making new friends felt like a bucket of ice cold water emptied on his head: he loved you and he couldn’t risk losing you.
… had to take a different approach with you, because with time you noticed the very subtle changes in him and started resisting his controlling nature.
… for the first time ever, grew insecure in your relationship: The more he fell in love with you, the brighter you shone.
… would be clingy – but not in the “You can’t go out wearing that skirt” kind of clingy, but the “let’s cuddle in bed all night, love.” Kind of clingy.
… found himself dreaming of your future life together – he suddenly wanted to have kids. But only with you.
… would put in so much effort: He’d take you out on romantic dates, buy you things that he thinks you might like, hold hands with you all the time and press the back of your hand to his lips before letting go of you, whenever you had to part ways.
… can’t go a day without hearing your voice.
… would even stop skipping classes and stop drinking if that ever bothered you.
… is afraid that you might get involved in his Death Eater business and will do anything to protect you from it – even if it meant locking you up some place far away.
“I just can’t imagine a day without you by my side.”
Theodore …
… is shocked. Flabbergasted. Stunned. At a loss for words.
… had thought he wouldn’t be able to love another woman after losing his mother. He didn’t expect he’d ever be ready to be vulnerable again. But there you stood, with that beautiful smile and those bright eyes.
… doesn’t know when it happened – it was probably, when you made pistachio cannoli in the school kitchens and presented them to him proudly. He had returned your sheepish smile with his eyes blinking dumbly at you as he tried to understand the situation. “You made them for me?”
… was head over heels for you after that day. You’d have him wrapped around your pinky – whatever you want, you’ll get.
… would be even more protective of you and glare at everyone talking to you – even his own friends weren’t spared.
… asks you to cook with him – to cook and bake for him. He’d watch you in the kitchen with heart-eyes – his mind wandering off to places.
… would plan to propose to you as fast as possible. There is no way he’d lose you.
“Amore, I know we are young. But I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Lorenzo …
… notices the little changes in his own behavior: he hugs you a little longer and a little tighter whenever you embrace him. He’ll squeeze your hand tight, whenever you’re holding hands. He’ll always wrap his arms around you protectively, whenever you are close enough.
… is scared at first – which resorts to him being even more controlling and overbearing. He’ll even consider a Blood Oath or the Unbreakable Vow to bind you to him for eternity – but when he watches you sleep on his chest at night, with a peaceful look on your face, he inwardly kicks himself for his stupidity.
… will be more patient – more respectful with you. He constantly has to remind himself that love is not about control and owning but about trust and respect.
… struggles at first. But when you take notice of the effort he puts into your relationship – into loving you – you let your guards down completely. You truly feel comfortable around him.
“I’d do anything for you, princess.”
Draco …
… struggles with the onslaught of emotions and distances himself from you.
… would be scared to show you his true feelings – but he’s also scared of pushing you away with his past behavior.
… would grow quiet and carefully think about what to do next – about how to approach you. He’d stop playing around with you.
… gives me the vibes that he’d immediately start planning your future in secret – if he is really sure about you, he’d probably confide in his mother.
… would be a complete gentleman: would buy you flowers, write you letters, spend quality time with you and really listen to what you have to say.
… he’d be much more selfless with you – what you want is more important to him than his own selfish needs.
“What have you done to me, princess?”
Blaise …
… pulls you into a soft kiss the moment he realizes. He’ll wrap his arms around you and hug you to his chest. He needed to feel you close – to know you’re there and not just a dream. Because this boy is scared you’ll disappear into thin air.
… wants nothing more than spend time with you. He’ll almost always text you first. Will initiate soft touches and innocent kisses.
… will be so soft for you.
… would claim he couldn’t sleep without you, just to watch you fall asleep in his arms. Knowing that you’ll be there in the morning when he wakes up – safe and sound.
… is still overly controlling – but just because he is afraid to lose you.
… won’t have any problems with showing his vulnerability.
“I’m scared of losing you, love. Please stay the night.”
Tom …
… is angry. Angry with you. Angry with himself. Angry with his stupid heart.
… would feel guilt settle deep in his stomach whenever he was mean to you, which bothered him because now he had to think twice about it before saying anything.
… can’t stand the thought of you spending time with other people.
… is even more jealous and protective than before – because now he actually cares.
… thinks of the Unbreakable vow as well but will actually pull through and manage to make you consent to it. He couldn’t risk losing you.
“I’ll always protect you. You are mine forever.”
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infin1ty-garden · 9 hours
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MEMORIES MAKE EVERYTHING SO DIFFICULT
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⋆。°✩ summary: where you fake amnesia to get out of a fight with your enemy and he lies and tells you'd been dating for a year ⋆。°✩ character(s): draco malfoy, theodore nott, mattheo riddle, enzo berkshire and blaise zabini ⋆。°✩ warnings: meantion of injury ⋆。°✩ word count: 644 ⋆。°✩ author note: this is my first time writing for the harry potter fandom. so, sorry if the characters are ooc
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DRACO MALFOY
⋆。°✩ Draco found out through a friend you'd gotten amnesia, he immediately went to find you. Stating he was so worried you'd gotting injured by a gryffindor no less.
⋆。°✩ When you expressed confusion over who he was, the lie slipped out. "Your boyfriend."
⋆。°✩ You dismissed his suggestion of visiting the hospital wing. He decided to patch you up himself.
⋆。°✩ This act went on for a while. He didn't know why. He wasn't in love with you. Was he?
⋆。°✩ He told you he lied about being your boyfriend and understood if you never wanted to speak to him. You made an admission of your own. How you don't have amnesia and remember everything.
⋆。°✩ "The love I have for you is real."
THEODORE NOTT
⋆。°✩ The hole time you talking about how you don't remember him, he was just smirking at you. That's when he proclaimed you were dating him.
⋆。°✩ Since forever he'd been in love with you but you'd always treated him like a enemy. When the opportunity presented itself, he wasn't gonna waste it.
⋆。°✩ He didn't make a big show of dating you. Wanting to make the gestures more intimate and personal but also easier for him when it blows up in his face.
⋆。°✩ When you finally told him you'd lied about the amnesia, he didn't speak to you for a while. You thought that was it but he'd cornered you asking if everything you'd said was a lie as well.
⋆。°✩ He'd falled deeper in love then he ever has and the thought of you not reciprocating those feelings crushes him.
MATTHEO RIDDLE
⋆。°✩ Mattheo didn't believe you as soon as the words left your mouth. He decided to fuck around to see how far you'll take it
⋆。°✩ Saying how you'd been together for the better part of the year and "How could you not remember me?" bullshit
⋆。°✩ You both went along with it. At the same time, Mattheo stopped flirting and sleeping around. What a weird turn of events? Why would he do that?
⋆。°✩ You played along for a time but decided to tell him the truth. "I know. You're not as good at lying as you think."
ENZO BERKSHIRE
⋆。°✩ As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt horrible. Why did he feel so bad? He was supposed to hate you.
⋆。°✩ Still he never corrected himself and proceeded to take you on many many dates
⋆。°✩ Pretending to be your boyfriend was a lot more enjoyable than he thought it would be. Was he falling in love with you? No way!
⋆。°✩ Enzo knew he was lying to himself but it was better than admitting what he already knew
⋆。°✩ You went on all kinds of dates. His friends noticed the change as he was a lot more happy and made fun of him for it.
⋆。°✩ One of your friends accidentally mentioned you had lied to him. At first he was furious but he'd lied to you as well.
BLAISE ZABINI
⋆。°✩ Blaise is not some one who makes fun of medical conditions but...
⋆。°✩ He introduced himself as your boyfriend and for the last few months his feelings of hate had turned into love
⋆。°✩ He was going show you how good of a boyfriend can he be and maybe just maybe you'll fall for him as he had for you
⋆。°✩ It doesn't take him long to realise that you'd lied but he goes along with it. Ignoring obvious signs of you actually retaining your memory.
⋆。°✩ He was his happiest when hanging out with you and he knew his feelings were real. He hoped you'd realise yours were too.
⋆。°✩ Unable to lie to him anymore you told him the truth. How you lied and love him. His answer? Kissing you.
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duchesstypewriter · 5 months
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𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑩𝑺𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑫
PAIRING: Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader
SUMMARY: Lorenzo needs to ace his History of Magic test, and you give him plenty of encouragement.
WORD COUNT: 1.7k
WARNINGS: MDNI! Filth. Boob obsession and touching. Dom/sub undertones. Lorenzo is a bit of a perv.
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Lorenzo was a good student. No. He was an excellent student, always with good grades, his assignments up to date, the pet of all the teachers, maybe just not Snape who always seemed to prefer Draco, but that wasn't relevant, he was almost always in the top five of his classes.
Almost because the same couldn't be said for History of Magic, undoubtedly the most boring subject in the whole curriculum, especially with a teacher who still didn't seem to have realized that he had died a long, long time ago, and he couldn't risk another failing mark just because he couldn't remember the complex and intricate details of the answers.
And that's where you came in. A helpful friend, determined to get Lorenzo through this class and with a patience of gold to put up with every single one of his distractions which, seemingly unbeknownst to you, were caused by your too-tight-to-be-comfortable white button-up blouse.
That is, it wasn't exactly the blouse that made it even harder for him to concentrate on a dull subject, but what was hidden behind it and the lace-detailed bra outlined against the cotton material: a pair of boobs that he had dreamed of fucking ever since a swim among friends in the Black Lake revealed them to his prying eyes, even if they were hidden behind the skimpiest bikini known to the wizarding world.
“Focus, Enzo,” you called out exasperatedly, finally forcing the boy to lift his gaze that had been focused on your full bust to your all-knowing eyes, a blush spreading across his cheeks, it was adorable, making even you ignore that he was a bit of a pervert.
“S-sorry,” he muttered embarrassedly, lowering his eyes to the scribbled notes that seemed to make less and less sense in his mind, not that he was really pushing himself to understand anything Professor Binns had explained in his monotone voice in class.
“All right,” you exhaled, straightening your posture in the chair and once again attracting the attention of the boy who was sitting on his bed with books scattered everywhere, trying his best not to stare at your breasts. “If you give me five right answers, I'll let you see my tits.”
Lorenzo choked on his own saliva, his face turning completely red in a mixture of breathlessness and embarrassment, trying to figure out if he had really heard those words that his ears were so eager to pick up, but your serious expression was a great indicator that you were deadly serious, “W-what?”
“You heard me, pretty boy. You need to answer five questions right and then I'll let you fulfill your life-long twisted dream of seeing my boobs,” you replied nonchalantly as if you were just suggesting that you go and get a book from the library. “And if you answer ten questions right, I'll let you touch. What do ya say?”
Lorenzo's eyes fell again to your breasts that looked so deliciously sinful constrained against the shirt that was so small for you, and a part of him wondered if perhaps this had been your plan all along, if you craved his touch as much as he did to yours, but he didn't had much time to dwell on these thoughts when the reality looked much more promising, nodding vehemently and biting his lip to stop a pathetic whine from escaping.
You picked up the flashcards that were lying on your lap, crossing your legs just enough to give the boy a better view of your thighs, you weren't going to let this get too easy for him, focusing your eyes on one of the questions, “Describe the significance and consequences of the Goblin Rebellion that took place in the 18th century."
Bloody hell. You really weren't willing to make it easy for him, and Lorenzo had to tear his gaze away from your bust or no chance of being able to concentrate on a correct answer, and he wasn't going to waste a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, needing a few minutes to think before answering, “The rebellions were a series of revolts by goblins seeking better rights in the wizarding world, and although they didn't achieve their aims, this specific rebellion led to the establishment of the Goblin Liaison Office in the Ministry of Magic.”
His puppy eyes lifted expectantly to you, waiting for confirmation that he'd got it right, and he almost melted when you murmured a small 'good boy', his cock twitching in his pants at the compliment, “All right, next. Explain Alberic Grunnion's role in the development of magic during the 19th century and its dangers for young wizards today.”
Twenty-four minutes. It only took Lorenzo twenty-four minutes to complete an activity that would otherwise have taken him a whole afternoon without your encouragement, but it didn't matter, he had done it, he had answered five questions correctly and he was more than ready to claim, or rather see, his prize.
“Impressive how good you get at History of Magic with the promise of seeing some tits,” you muttered under your breath, but there was a certain amusement in the whole situation, holding back your laughter at the way your friend approached you to get the best seat at the private show.
You used your wand to quickly lock the door, there was no need for Mattheo or Theodore to walk in to enjoy part of the spectacle. Your nimble fingers worked on the buttons of your shirt, the first two of which had been undone since you slipped into the comfort of your friend's dorm, finally exposing the lace that so perfectly held your soft flesh, and Lorenzo had never been so jealous of a piece of clothing, maybe your panties, anyway, your fingers unclasped the garment that fell into your lap as your nipples grew hard from the cold wind coming in through the window, and maybe a bit from the sheer thrill of the moment.
Lorenzo's gaze was totally focused on the beauty of your breasts, contemplating the way they looked so soft, but at the same time so firm, his hands clenching the sheets in an attempt to relieve the tension growing in his pants, a strangled moan being cut off by the way his teeth bit down hard on his lips, “Holy shit, those are the nicest tits I've ever seen. So fucking better than I imagined,” his mouth worked faster than his mind, in fact, he thought the only head working properly at the moment was the one getting hard in his underwear, but he at least had the decency to look ashamed of his words.
“So you mean you think about my boobs often? You're not going to tell me that you also pump your cock thinking about how they would feel so good, so tight around it while you fuck them, are you?” You spoke enticingly, there was a certain amusement in your voice, finding the whole situation rather humorous in how Lorenzo looked so pathetic with a hard-to-miss bulge in his pants, his head thrown back with closed eyes, a pathetic whimper spilling from his pink lips. “Don't get too excited, pretty boy, you still need to answer five more questions correctly if you want to feel how good they truly are.”
Lorenzo's attention returned, at least a little, with the promise. His pupils were dilated with lust, his cheeks rosy in an adorable tone, he looked so wrecked without even being touched, almost as if he was ready to cum if you just gave the command, but that wasn't the deal, “Do five more for me, can you do it, baby?”
He nodded vigorously as one of your hands picked up another flashcard, the other playing with your hard nipples, taunting the boy so that he knew exactly what he would be missing out if he didn't get the remaining questions right, “Elaborate on the implications of the inquisition during the mid-16th century on the relationship between the magical and muggle communities.”
Pain, distress, torture. These were the precise words to describe the last forty minutes it had taken Lorenzo to answer the questions directed at him, not only had they become more challenging, but it was impossible to focus on anything other than your bare chest for his eyes alone, your fingers playing with your nipples from time to time and when you did, there were subtle gasps and the squeezing of your thighs against each other, a slight indication that you were aroused, but definitely not as fucked up as he was.
But he did it. He answered all the questions correctly, although he reckoned that if they were asked in the exam the next day, his mind would go straight to the sinful image in front of him and not to the breathless answers he gave, “Can I touch them now, please?”
You discarded the papers on the table next to you, turning completely towards the boy and uncrossing your legs, leaving them wide open so that Lorenzo could understand the green light, getting off his bed in less than a second, kneeling on the floor between them, his warm hands slowly making their way to your breasts, savoring every second, afraid to wake up and discover that it had all been a wet dream of his, but then he squeezed them both, his languid fingers sinking into the softness of your flesh.
If he was hard before, now his cock was begging to release its load as he continued to feel you, biting his lips hard to stop himself from letting his thoughts win and take one of your nipples into his mouth, instead he used his fingers to pinch them, rolling them between his digits, drawing out a soft sigh, one that would be forever etched into his mind, “I could cum just touching them.”
It was your turn to choke, laughing at his honesty, “You're a disgusting pervert, Lorenzo Berkshire,” perhaps your words were only in good fun, but it didn't stop it from sending a jolt to his hard cock, begging for relief. One of your hands ran through his soft hair and he leaned into your touch, running your fingers down his neck to his chin, lifting it towards you, looking deep into his glossy eyes. “I promise that if you do really well tomorrow, I'll let you fuck them however you want. And who knows, maybe if you top the class, beat my grades, I'll suck you off too.”
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ladypearl333 · 3 months
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pov: he accidentally txts u how he feels
slytherin boys!reader
(includes blaise, draco, enzo, mattheo, and theo)
* i am trying something new, i hope u like it!!!
warnings: language, literally just flirting tbh
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blaise zabini:
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draco malfoy:
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lorenzo berkshire:
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mattheo riddle:
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theodore nott:
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thank u for reading!!!!
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sslyth3r1n · 3 months
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slytherin boys p links!!
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[viewer discretion- all twitter links]
felt nice and thought i’d share some thoughts <3 (if u don’t like it keep scrolling, don’t report)
i’m not ur mother i can’t tell u what and what not to watch but just be aware and don’t open these in public <33
marauders version here!!
theo soft domming u <3
riding the life outta mattheo <3
soft riding with theo <3
draco fucking u <3
slight bondage with theo <3
bath time with blaise <3
watching in a mirror with draco <3
empty common room with mattheo <3
road trip with theo <3
theo on top <3
mutual masterbation with draco <3
empty dorm with draco <3
mattheo loves ur 🍒 <3
fingering with theo <3
mattheo fucks you <3
needy hj’s with mattheo <3
draco playing with you <3
using theo to make yourself feel good <3
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papercorgiworld · 3 months
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“I dare you to steal his clothes.”
Mattheo, Enzo, Blaise and Theo
Luna dares you to steal his clothes while he’s showering. I mean what can possibly go wrong… *wink wink*
Warning: smut, making out and the guys are fully naked
Mattheo and Theo picture source: https://pin.it/4GWiiih
I’m back with more low quality, cheap smut. Feedback is rewarded with my love, like even a small typo, just please let me know.
I wrote a part 2 for Mattheo and Theo: The day after the dare. Also wrote “I dare you to steal his clothes” for Draco and Tom.
You were sitting in the slytherin common room. It was late and the party was dying down but your friends refused to go to their dorms.
“Truth or dare?” Luna asks as she tries to focus on you but she’s clearly too drunk to manage that.
“Dare.”
Luna tries to get her brain to come up with a good dare, something fun. It is then that she sees a certain slytherin holding a towel and heading for the bathroom.
Mattheo Riddle
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“I dare you to steal Mattheo’s clothes while he’s showering.” You groan, you preferred to stay as far away from him as possible, but then again if you were sneaky enough he would probably never figure out it was you.
You had managed to sneak in without making any noise. You were relieved there was only one person in the bathroom. You tiptoed towards the pile of clothing and just as you were reaching for it you noticed that the water had stopped running.
“Accio.” Is all you heard before being pulled backwards straight into Mattheo. His strong arms immediately wrapped around you and pushed you against his still wet body.
“You were dared to do this, weren’t you?” Mattheo whispers in your ears, his voice is calm and amused. You swallow and lick your lips in an attempt to calm yourself. “Yes.” You murmur as you try to wiggle your way out of his arms, but he just tightens his grip more. The water droplets on his body are sinking into the fabric of your shirt.
You sigh. “Just let me go. And like, lend me your tie or something so they know I tried. I don’t want them to think I chickened out.” Mattheo leans in closer to your neck, his warm breath on your skin makes your whole body heat up. “Riddle.” You wanna complain but it comes out desperate.
“I have a better idea.” Mattheo says right before he spins you around. Your back clashes with a wall as he pushes you against it with his whole body. His amused smirk gives you mixed feelings of worry and desire. “Just the tie is fine.” You protest as his face inches towards you. You fear that if Mattheo actually kisses you, you will lose all sanity and he will have you begging in no time.
You can feel his hardening member between your legs. A not so subtle reminder that he’s naked. Mattheo’s hand lingers on your leg gently making his way up under your skirt. Your body tenses under his touch. “You can always leave. Or you can stay and maybe I’ll let you walk away with my clothes.”
As you consider your options he watches your face and slowly leans into you, his pleased grin never faltering. After a moment of quiet sexual tension Mattheo grabs your ass and lifts you up without warning. A soft noise leaves your lips and Mattheo sees your parted lips as an open invitation. His mouth is on yours and his tongue immediately starts exploring.
His hard cock teases your pussy through your panties. Out of desperation you wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer, searching for more sensation. He breaks the kiss and admires your flustered face. “Look at you. Always acting like you're better than me and now I’ll have you calling me daddy in no time.” His arrogance turns you on as much as it infuriates you.
Mattheo grabs your chin to angle your face right, leaving your neck exposed. He starts kissing and nibbling at your sensitive spot, while his hips rock into yours. Your fingers entangle in his beautiful dark curls but only for a moment. You are not an easy prey.
You tugg his hair so he pulls away from your neck. “Not happening, Riddle.” His arrogant smug face starts cracking and he clenches his jaw. “You’re pretty entertaining, but I’ll not be calling you daddy.” You say trying to sound brave while you unwrap your legs. With dark eyes he lets you slip out of his hands so you land on your feet. “No tie for you, you’ll fail your dare.” You smile at his attempt to persuade you.
“Don’t worry about me Riddle, worry about the little fella between your legs.” You take a step and reluctantly he lets you walk away. Now that there’s some distance between you two your eyes fall on his hard thick member and you bite your lip, slightly impressed by his size. When you’re near the door Mattheo can’t help but try one more time. “My roommates are going to be out for a few more hours, just so you know, in case you change your mind.” You lick your lips as you're holding the door. “Sorry pretty boy, it’s going to be you and your hand tonight.”
As you close the door behind you Mattheo looks around clearly frustrated that he got played like this. An annoyed huff leaves his lips. You had already caught his eye but now you were definitely on his radar. He urgently needs another shower to cool down.
Meanwhile you walked back to your friends still shaking from all the things Mattheo had you feeling. When they see you walk in they stop talking and stare. “Yeah, it didn’t go as planned.” You say with a soft voice and a flustered face. Suddenly Luna points, clearly still out of it. “Is that a hickey?” Your eyes widen as your hand covers your neck. “Oh. My. God.” Pansy’s dramatic voice draws even more attention, while Hermoine eyes show flashes of pure panic.
Enzo Berkshire
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“I dare you to steal Lorenzo’s clothes while he’s showering.” Your eyes widen and you blush. You wondered if Luna dared you to do this because she had somehow figured out you had a crush on the Slytherin.
Either way you were currently standing in front of the bathroom door. You quietly open the door and tiptoe inside, while scanning for his clothes. However, Enzo already noticed you before you managed to spot his clothes. “Did they dare you to join me in the shower? Because you are more than welcome, darling.” You turn around with red cheeks and see Enzo with a bright smirk.
But honestly your eyes don’t linger on his face for very long. They immediately drop down to his very naked body and his dick. “Enjoying the show?” He asks and you quickly turn around. “Um, I’m sorry. I didn’t notice.” You stammer, making Enzo chuckle. “If you stare for as long as you did, you’ve definitely noticed everything.” He emphasizes the last word. “I was dared to steal your clothes.” You confess, hoping he won’t think you’re some pervy girl.
“That’s just boring. I dare you to join me for a shower, I will help you wash.” You feel your whole body heat up. “You can’t just dare me, I can still pick ‘truth’.” You hear him walk towards you, but you don’t dare to turn around assuming he’s still naked. “You’re right. So, truth then: did you like what you saw?” Your mouth falls open and suddenly you feel his breath on your neck. His eyes carefully watching your red face.
“You are unbelievable!” You try and take a step to put some distance between you two, but he wraps his arm around you. “Unbelievably hot? Handsome? Long? Big?” He teases you while his face nestles in his hair. “You know if you’re not going to tell me then you’re going to have to shower with me.”
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“So strange, it’s been an hour and (y/n) still hasn’t come back.” Luna asks with a very confused tone. Hermoine smiles, having her suspicions. “Maybe she just got a little distracted while trying to steal Lorenzo’s clothes.”
Blaise Zabini
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“I dare you to steal Zabini’s clothes while he’s showering.” You swallow. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” Convincing drunk Luna was impossible. So here you were sneaking around in the Slytherin boys bathroom gathering Blaise’s scattered clothes like some weirdo. You had finally collected every piece and tiptoed your way to the door. However, you were still only halfway when you were spotted.
“Hey, hey, what do you think you’re doing, little smooth criminal?” You hear Zabini shout as you're holding all of his clothes. “Nothing.” You instinctively answer. He wants to say something but is distracted when he sees your eyes scan down his body. “Princes, my eyes are up here.” You let out a nervous laugh as you glue your eyes to his. It has never been so difficult to not look at something.
You don’t dare to take your eyes off his face as he walks towards you. When he stops right in front of you you feel like you’re turning into pudding. He slowly leans in, his eyes never leaving yours. Then suddenly he pulls out a towel from behind you and wraps it around his waist. You sigh relieved that you can let your eyes wander again.
“Can I have my clothes back, little thief?” He asks with an adorable smile plastered on his face. “No, I’m stealing them for a dare.” You explain like you now have every right to steal his clothes. He tilts his head, not satisfied with your excuse. “I really need them.” You urge and you earn yourself a baffled expression from him. “So do I.”
“Clothes are overrated. You can go naked.” Blaise quirks an eyebrow. “I mean you have your towel.” You gesture to his slutty low hanging towel and when he looks down you head for the door. Unfortunately, you don’t get very far as he grabs a hold of your wrist. You stumble and fall into him, making you drop some of the clothes you were holding and causing his towel to loosen and fall down. As soon as you notice that his rather large member is revealed again you glue your eyes back to his. “Your towel.” He’s so amused with your flustered face that it really doesn’t bother him anymore.
His lips catch yours by surprise, but it doesn’t take long for you to relax into the kiss. Things heat up quickly. Your hands snake around his neck and he starts exploring your entire body, squeezing and cupping your breasts while gripping your ass and pulling you into his hips. You never stop touching each other as he walks you towards the shower. “I’m going to have to steal your clothes.” He explains as he pulls your shirt over your head. “Understandable.” Is all you say.
After more than an hour you return to your friends. “Did you take a shower?” Hermoine questions when she notices you walk in with wet hair. “Who cares! Did you get his clothes?” Luna screams in excitement about the dare. “Damn, I forgot about that.” You sigh and Luna looks confused. “Then what have you been doing all this time?” “Me.” You hear Blaise say as he passes you and your friends on his way to his room. You glare but his smile doesn't fade.
Theodore Nott
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“I dare you to steal Nott’s clothes while he’s showering.” You roll your eyes as soon as you hear his name. All of your friends were convinced that you had a thing for him and you definitely admired his looks but you just couldn’t stand his smug face.
“Run in, grab his clothes and run out. Easy.” You whispered to yourself before slamming the door open with zero tact and running in. He of course immediately notices you. You spot a pile of clothes on the other side of the room and sprint towards it. When he realizes what you’re up to he steps out of the shower and heads towards the door.
You quickly hug the pile of clothes against your chest and turn around with the intention of running out, but there’s a flaw in your plan. Well, more like a very naked Theo leaning against the door. “I’m assuming you were dared to do this?” He raises an eyebrow. “Duh, why else would I be running around stealing clothes?” You were annoyed with his question and he was annoyed with your answer.
As you walk towards him it’s harder for you to ignore his massive cock, like its size is almost bothering you. No wonder his ego is so massive, just like his dick. He licks his lips as he watches you stare at him for a second too long to go unnoticed. When you look up and see his smirk, you sigh. “Just let me pass, Nott.” He shakes his head. “You come running in here, try to steal my clothes and expect me to let you walk out. You really aren’t that bright.” You narrow your eyes at him. “But you’re pretty, so maybe we can arrange something.”
The only thing between you two is the pile of clothes that you’re holding against your chest. Theo tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Come on, if you get on your knees for me I’ll let you walk out of here with my clothes.” You consider your options, but he makes choosing easier by leaning in and kissing you roughly. He bites your lips and you open your mouth while simultaneously dropping his clothes. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you press yourself against him. He eagerly embraces your lust and lets himself lean against a wall.
Your hands roam his naked chest and slowly you make your way to his already harding member. When you finally wrap your hand around his thick cock he lets out a soft moan. Even though his eyes are shut he knows you're smiling against his lips. You start pumping his dick and stroking his tip. Theo's breaths become messy. He hates that you know how much you turn him on, but he can’t help himself. More than once, has he spent his time daydreaming about you going down on him and now your lips were slowly making their way down from his neck to his chest to…
“You’re already leaking cum for me.” You taunt him and he looks down at you. Fuck, seeing you on your knees holding his cock. It does things to him. “But if you think something is going to happen, then you aren’t very bright, Theo.” With those words you jump up and grab his clothes, running like your life depends on it.
Panting you reach your friends and hold Theo’s clothes up in victory. Luna cheers excitedly. Some time passes and you’ve all decided to play one last round, when suddenly Theo walks in wearing nothing but a towel and if looks could fuck, then.. you know, definitely fucked. The lust in his eyes was dangerously attractive. His eyes never leave yours as he gathers his clothes laying next to you. “I’ll get you for this.” He says with a husky voice and licks his lips. Hermoine frowns and laughs nervously. “Why do I get the feeling this is about more than just stealing clothes?” Your heart starts racing as you watch Theo walk away, you might have gotten yourself in trouble.
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one night stand
Kinktober Day 5 —> masterlist
pairing: theodore nott x reader
warnings: smut, minors DNI, 18+, all characters are 18+, p in v sex, penetrative sex, oral (male and female receiving), tit sucking, female reader
a/n: i am so sorry guys i am so behind but since it’s the weekend and i have a break from work and classes, i’ll be able to pump out some more fics. kinktober waits for no one.
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You have no idea how you ended up in this position. Literally.
It wasn’t that you hated Theo, you just had very strong negative feelings towards him. But keyword, had.
Right now you’re feeling a lot more than negative feelings towards him. Maybe it was the fact that you were in ovulation, the drinks you had, or his damn half-unbuttoned shirt he flaunted around with.
But here you were, on your knees, sucking off Theodore Nott in his dorm room. His shirt and yours were both long gone, his pants were pooled at his ankles, along with his boxers, while your pants were somewhere on the floor.
You stood on your knees clad in a bra and underwear, definitely not the most sexy options, but you weren’t exactly planning to do this tonight.
You kept you head around his tip, using your hands to softly drag your freshly manicured nails up and down his thighs.
“Such a tease, are you?” He grabbed your hair, pulling your mouth deeper onto his cock.
Almost gagging, tears bubbled at your water line. Holy shit was his dick big.
He thrusted into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your mouth. After a couple thrusts and amazing work on your part, he was shooting streams of hot cum down your throat.
You stood up and he dragged you to his bed, (you hope), clipping off your bra with a single hand. Pushing you down he shoved his head between your thighs, pulling your underwear off with his teeth.
He came back up to your core, leaving soft kisses just above your clit. Arching your back, you grabbed ahold of his hair to keep yourself grounded. He sucked on your clit, forcing a moan out.
He licked and sucked as if he was on Death Row and you were his last meal. Using two fingers, he pressed them into your core, stimulating you more. You kept a firm grip on his hair, pulling him closer, if that was even possible.
You used both hands to grip the sheets next to you as you came, your legs shaking, your back arched off the mattress, and your babbles incoherent.
He came up to your neck to suck on it, leaving a mark as you were still coming down from your high. Without warning, he plunged his hard cock into your pussy.
He wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to go into you from a bit of an angle. You grasped at his back, clawing down it as he pulled in and out.
Your tits bounced as he fucked you into the mattress. Taking a tit into his mouth, he lightly grazed the skin surrounding the nipple with his teeth.
You could barely contain yourself as he continued to move at a lighting pace. As he faltered, you could tell he was close. He shifted his hips the slightest bit, causing his tip to hit you in just the right spot.
“Holy fuck, Theo, that’s it there, don’t stop, please,” you begged as he kept going.
“Fuck, you’re so good.”
He began going slower, but harder. You screamed out and dug your nails into his back. He fucked you through your orgasm but pulled out as he was about to finish. He quickly finished himself over you, unloading all over your stomach.
He got off the bed and headed to the en suite bathroom, leaving you breathless on the bed. He came back moments later with a wet rag, helping you to clean up the mess he had made. After wiping down, you were able to find your clothes, putting your bra, panties, shirt, and pants on.
He laid in this bed, hands behind his head, watching as you moved quickly around the room. The last thing you grabbed was your shoes, you were halfway out the door, when you turned back to him, “That never happened, are we clear?”
His smirk stayed as you spoke firmly at him, “Clear as day.”
You left without giving him another thought.
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slytherin boys: pet names for you
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authors note: heavily inspired by them slytherin boys react tiktoks i keep seeing everywhere. readers gender isnt specified.
possible tw: over working yourself (idk), mention of weed/being stoned, bullying possibly if you squint, drinking
Draco Malfoy;
- darling
- i feel like he'd use it in a slightly mocking tone before you guys became offical but after it would the most common pet name he used
"you should leave harry and his friends alone!" Draco wasnt known as the nicest boy in hogwarts, which didnt suprise you after seeing his relentless behaviour to the so called 'chosen one'. "oh yeah, darling?" he quipped back. God he was insufferable.
"darling? you here?" Your boyfriend had just got back from quidditch practice. You could tell he was exhausted the way he stumbled into his dorm already taking his uniform off and slumping it into the washing basket. He worked really hard but you knew best how he could over work himself. When he saw you his face softened. You outstretched your arms allowing him to enter them. "i'm going to take a shower first." At least he was taking care of himself.
Mattheo Riddle;
- bro is such a princess/prince man
- it obviously comes with the princess/prince treatment ig
- similiar to Draco he would tease you with it before dating but after seeing you blush and stutter, why would he ever stop using it?
You had came late to Snape's lesson, which was your first mistake; struggling to find your seat was the second. "sir, there aren't any seats left." Snape glared over at you clearly bothered by your disruption. "well miss/mr (l/n) if you had not arrived late to my lesson, there may have been a seat left for you." and with that he resumed his original task. "there's a seat next to me, princess/prince." Turning your head to meet the one and only Dark Lord's son, only to see him nodding towards the empty seat next to him and his fave plastered with a big smirk. "o-oh, erm... thank you" Did he just call you princess/prince?
It was if your own knees had betrayed you giving out underneath you and causing you to collapse onto the common room couch. You were exhausted all the exams and revision had really taking it out of you, not to mention quidditch practice in the early hours of the morning. "Hey, Princess/Prince." The sound of his voice was comforting and caused you to snuggle into his side. "You okay?" before Mattheo could get a reply, you had already drifted off.
Theodore Nott;
- angel (i couldnt decide between theo and enzo)
- he wouldn't use this to tease you at all he would use it more when he's feeling soft lol
Someone's arms sneak around your waist and pull you close to their chest. Startled, you spin on your heels ready to bitch slap this boy into next week. When you're met with the handsome face of your boyfriend, that idea goes out the window. He pulls you furthur into him and rests his head in your neck. "Hello, Angel. Have you missed me?" You whine causing Theo to chuckle into your neck.
Lorenzo Berkshire;
- sweetheart
- enzo is just a soft boy being raised by women he knows how to treat them right too
The night of the yule ball was finally happening. Lorenzo had made it his mission to get you as his date and when it had finally happened, it was safe to say the boy couldnt be happier. He was on his way to collect you from your dorm. Knocking on the door, he could hear you on the other side before the door opened revealing you in your ball attire. "wow you look- you look amazing. No not amazing, you look stunning, sweetheart." You giggled at his antics. "give me a spin?" You spun showing off the outfit, pansy had helped you chose.
Blaise Zabini;
- babe
- i feel like blaise is very whiny lol and he would definitely drag out the 'e' on babe espeacially when hes stoned (i need to write a fic aboutstoned blaise hes stuck in my head)
Common room parties were common, if you excuse the pun. You had been to many through out your years in slytherin and enjoyed the laughter and fun you had. Right now though , your in need of another drink. Your boyfriend had other plans though and was determind to keep you by his side. He smelt strong of weed and alcohol, he wasn't doing much to cover up the fact he was most definately drunk and stoned. Wriggling out of his grasp, you get up to find another drink. "babeeeee! where you goin?" His words were slurred and his senstences were missing words. He will just have to deal with out you for 2 minutes, you were sure he could manage that.
Tom Riddle;
- lets be honest he'd definitely call you something degrading in and out of the bedroom
- but since we're all delulu he calls you my love
- its a rare occasion as he isn't big on pet names but he does use them
"what are you doing?" Startled by the sudden stern voice, you jump. "i was just seeing if you had a spare tie i could borrow?" You felt shy under his eyes. "oh my love, i didnt mean to scare you." He reached a hand out to you so you could take it and lead you over to his bedside draw. He pulled a tie out for you. "now lets see of i can make it up to you for scaring you."
(sorry that its so short idrk how to write for tom without making him look like a complete dick)
idk if i did this correctly but im pretty sure you can request now and id love to hear other peoples ideas. you can request anything (smut, fluff, angst, comfort etc.) for a drabble headcannon, fic etc. so pls doooo.
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Don’t shoot the messenger
Slytherin boys x Hufflepuff!reader (use of she/her, no use of y/n)
Masterlist
Delivery Express ✿
Summary: The reader sees an opportunity to run an untapped market in Hogwarts and makes her first delivery.
warnings: mention of alcohol and cigarettes, nothing else really
Authors note: English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. I wanna spread this into a one-shot series. Proofread by me and me only :(
Next part: Delivery fees
Word count: 1352
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Notes to deliver - 1
The Slytherin bedroom is filled with the usual chatter. Two boys arguing about quidditch tactics over a cigarette, some have given up and just stared at a ceiling while nursing a glass of fire whiskey. You can hear someone's father being mentioned in almost every other sentence. Nothing magical was happening if you omit this being a school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Suddenly, the door busts as if being kicked open. Revealing, to the boys, an unknown girl wearing a green uniform they are all familiar with, her cloak being absend. Her hair is neatly in a braid tied with a bow. All chatter stops and their attention is on her. She, however, paid no mind to anyone in the room and kept looking into her notepad as if nothing happened. Taking a few steps into the room and closing the door was only an interaction with her surroundings.
Nobody says a word for what feels like an hour. “ Who are you?” a voice recognizable as Draco Malfoy spoke. Snaping her head from her notebook she finally scans the room. As if searching for something. An offended scoff is heard from the boy as his question is left without an answer.
“ Sunshine? What are you doing here?” Lorenzo asks as he sits up. Her eyes snap to him the second she hears his voice. A sweet smile spreads on her face and her eyes create moon crescents. “ There you are! I have a note for you.” She says and takes a few steps to his sitting figure.
His friends, still confused by what is this mystery girl doing in their bedroom, could do nothing but stare as she moved across the room with ease. But she seems to pay no attention to anybody but her friend. Passing the neatly folded note to Lorenzo, she sits down and crosses something in her notebook humming happily before turning back to him with the same sweet smile. The boy in question studies the note and opens it to read it. His eyes widen and his ears go red. He turns to the girl in shock. 
“ YOU GAVE ME A LOVE NOTE???” He yells and the second those words leave his mouth all his friends surround the pair like hungry hyenas. Her smile drops and her eyes widen to the point some would think is impossible. “ Eh? Is that what that is??” She goes to snatch the note from him, which proves to be an easy task as Lorenzo is frozen in the spot. Before she could read the note herself, however, it was too snatched from her hand by Theodore Nott and passed around his friend group.
With a frown on her face, she turns to her friend, “ I, didn't give you anything, someone gave you a love note, I just delivered it.” She said making sure to emphasize mentioning her person in the sentence. “ So this is not from you? Because that sure sounds like an excuse, lame one at that,” says Mattheo Riddle as he waves the note in front of her face. She swats his hand away like it's a fly and he passes the note to Blasie Zabini who has yet to read it.
“No, I had no idea it was a love note,” she argues back and places her hand on Lorenzo's shoulder. “ I love you, but not like that.”
“ Are you sure? because-”
“yes.”
“no, like, if you do-”
“no”
“ Maybe we can work-”
“ I would rather jump from the astronomy tower.”
“Ouch,” he said and she just patted him on the back with fake sympathy. The note was passed back to him and he finally had the chance to look at it again. All of his friends return to studying the girl sitting on the bed.  A minute of silence is broken when Blasie speaks up. 
“ Are you, not the Hufflepuff girl sitting next to Enzo in Charms?” Looking up and smiling.
 “Why, yes I am.” she proudly announces to the room. The shock and mumbles did not phase her as her friend got her attention.
“ So who gave you this note?” Lorenzo asks seemingly coming out of his trance from just receiving a love confession. “ I don't know, some girl gave it to me and asked me to give it to you.”  She shrugs and targets the candy bag in Draco's arms, taking a handful without the boy noticing and popping a few chocolate pieces in her mouth. “ and you just did it?” 
“For 5 galleons.” He looks at her in disbelief. 
“ You sold our friendship for galleons?” he asks not believing he's worth a pocket change.
 “ She promised another 5 if I got her an answer.” “oh my god.”  He throws his head back and stares at the ceiling for a second as the girl next gives him a confused look.
“ what? I didn't know it was a love note. Besides-”
“ How did you get in here?” Draco cutes her as he notices her hand sneaking into his bag of candy this time, snatching it away.  The two friends turn to the group of boys standing around them.  “ I do you one better, whose uniform is that?” Mattheo asks pointing out the obvious Slytherin uniform on the Hufflepuff girl. Her eyes narrowed, not enjoying being interrogated. As she was about to answer Lorenzo was just a second faster.
“ Her own you moron, it's a color-changing charm. Good job on that by the way.” He says, getting up from the bed and breaking the circle his friends formed around them. The girl gets up and follows him to his desk. “ That does not answer how she got here.” chimes in Theodor. Leaning on the desk she turns to them and crosses her arms. “I'm a Hufflepuff, we have our ways. It is not that hard to find all the secret passages.” She says nonchalantly. Next to her, Lorenzo is hunched down and scribbling something on a piece of paper. Before any more questions can be said he shoots up with a little ‘aha’ leaving him.  Taking the girl’s hand and turning it, he slaps a little note folded in half in her palm. Then he fishes up what seems to be 10 galleons from his pocket and adds that as well.
“Now sunshine, please don't ever bring me love notes ever again,” he said and started to usher the girl out of the bedroom. She gets up from her spot and walks to the door not that much bothered by her friend kicking her out. “ What if it normal note? Can I bring that?” “ no.” He answers as soon as he hears the first question. ‘You're no fun ‘ can be heard faintly as she says it under her nose. Opening the door she previously so elegantly kicked open, she turns to his friends one last time. “None of you want to send a note? It will cost you only 5 galleons.”
All of them shake their head not wanting to use the girls' service. She gives them a few more seconds before she takes our step outside of the door. “ Wait, sunshine,” Lorenzo stops her with a sheepish smile on his face. Wodlesly she raises an eyebrow at him. “ next time don't forget to change the color of your bow.” he says and motions to the boy keeping her braid together. She looks down and sees it proudly shining the yellow color of her house. She just chuckles and without other words, she steps out of the room and closes the door behind her. 
The room falls silent for a minute before erupting into a bickering over what happened.
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Potter
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Slytherin boys (separate) x fem! Potter!reader
Slytherin boys: Draco Malfoy, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Blaise Zabini.
Warnings: forbidden romance?, swearing, smoking, alcohol, partying, horny teens, probably incorrect body shots.
Note: got back into Harry Potter and fell into the Slytherin boy rabbithole hole💚
Backstory:
You used to be very close to your twin brother. But your relationship changed for the worst during your first year at Hogwarts.
While Harry had been sorted into Griffindor, you had been sorted into Slytherin.
The both of you had tried to keep your relationship intact, but the rivalry between your two houses made it practically impossible.
By fourth year, you and Harry were practically strangers, and uninvolved with each other’s lives…
Draco Malfoy
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In fourth year, Draco decided to ask you out to the Yule Ball. Mainly to piss off Harry.
He swaggered up to you in the courtyard and asked you very loudly in front of a lot of people, including Harry, of course!
“Heard you didn’t have a date for the ball, Potter.” He said with a smirk, “You want to be my date?”
You eyed him suspiciously before answering, “Sure, why not Malfoy.”
Didn’t expect for you to actually accept.
Low key freaking out internally.
Thought you’d just tell him to piss off.
He’s very smug about it on the outside tho.
Especially when he sees Harry fuming on the side lines with Ron and Hermione.
He then escorts you to class like the gentleman he was taught to be.
“Don’t get an ideas Malfoy. I’m only going with you to piss off my brother.” You told him as you entered potions.
“Same here, Potter.” He rolls his eyes a bit.
Glad you have the same idea but also a bit disappointed that you’re only using him.
But he’s also using you so-
When it came time for the ball, Draco was waiting for you by the stairs. Mattheo and Blaise were waiting with him.
He couldn’t lie, he was a tad nervous. Fixing his hair every 2.5 seconds to the annoyance of his friends.
“Does my hair look good?” He asked for the billionth time.
“Your hair is fine mate! Why do you even care so much it’s just Potter.” Mattheo rolled his eyes at the blond.
“It’s not about her!” Draco hissed, “..I just want to look good!” He answered semi confidently.
A few moments later you appeared and began walking down the stairs.
Draco looked at you in awe. You looked stunning all dolled up, your hair was curled and pinned up in an intricate hairdo, and the dark green dress you were wearing fitted you perfectly.
You glanced at Draco every few steps as you descended the stairs, admiring him from afar. You couldn’t lie, he looked dashing in his suit.
Blaise and Mattheo snickered behind him, shoving him forward to make him help you down the stairs.
“You look nice.” Draco said awkwardly.
“Thank you, you don’t look half bad yourself.” You responded, taking his hand as you walked down the rest of the steps.
“You cleaned up nice, Potter.” Mattheo teased.
“Shut it, Riddle.” You rolled your eyes at him.
Draco escorted you to the punch table to have a drink before you had your first dance.
When you started dancing you were both very stiff and awkward, but as the night went on you became much more natural with each other.
You and Draco went on to have a nice evening. Making show of your “relationship” by calling each other by your first names and dancing together for the majority of the evening.
When the ball finally ended, you and Draco returned to the Slytherin common room together.
“I actually enjoyed myself tonight Draco.” You admitted with a smile.
“I did to, Y/n. We should do it more often.” He smirked.
You rolled your eyes, “In your dreams, Draco.” You chuckled before to go to your dorm.
Leaving him standing in the common room, with his heart beating a few beats faster…
Mattheo Riddle
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FORBIDDEN ROMANCE OMG
You both kept your distance from each other for a long while.
You didn’t want to associate with the son of the man who killed your parents.
And Mattheo didn’t give a crap about you.
You only began to associate with each other in fifth year when you became friends with Lorenzo.
Which lead to you being included into the Slytherin gang.
You decided to put your differences aside for the sake of your friend.
You’re not super close with many of them, Mattheo included.
But you have a sort of playful relationship.
You guys banter SO MUCH!
Whether it’s insulting each other or sometimes being flirty.
Harry is SIDE EYEING y’all from across the great hall.
You find Mattheo insufferable in a weird endearing way.
Sixth year hit and you’ve decided to start living it up by attending parties with the gang.
Ravenclaw had beat Hufflepuff in quidditch which made the perfect excuse to throw a party.
You and Pansy had spent the evening getting ready together in your dorm.
“We look hot~” you commented while admiring her and yourself in your full body mirror.
“We do~ Now let’s go-“ Pansy grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the dorm.
Once at the party, you had a drink to ease your nerves before you decided to join the growing circle of people playing spin the bottle. Many of your friends were sat, including Lorenzo, Mattheo, and Theo.
You sat yourself beside Lorenzo, “What are we spinning the bottle for?” You asked, almost yelling over the music.
“Body shots!” Lorenzo smirked at you playfully.
“Fun!” You grinned.
Eventually Mattheo’s turn came and the bottle landed on you. Gasps and ooos filled the circle, making you scoff. Mattheo only grinned as he grabbed the bottle of fire whiskey and a shot glass.
Ron and Hermione had to hold back Harry from causing a scene.
“C’mere, Y/n~” Mattheo smirked, motioning you over.
You rolled your eyes and walked over to him, all while he unbuttoned his shirt.
You got on your knees in front of him, squeezing your thighs together as you cunt throbbed at the sight of his bare chest.
Mattheo smirked down, “Ready?” Once you nodded he poured the alcohol down his bare torso.
You didn’t hesitate to begin licking all of the liquor off his torso, savouring the way the fire whiskey burned down your throat.
Mattheo couldn’t stop himself from getting hard at the sight of you on your knees for him staring up at him with lusty half lidded eyes. It made him feel things he knew he shouldn’t feel towards.
The crowd wooed and whistled as you finished licking his chest having made sure to not miss a drop.
“Thanks for the shot, Matty~” you purred, winking at him, your cheeks equally as red as his.
You got up from your knees and returned to your spot beside Lorenzo. Once sat, you took a deep breath to calm yourself down.
You hadn’t expected to have gotten so turned on. It felt so wrong to be attracted to Mattheo.. but you couldn’t help yourself when all you could think about was his dark lustful gaze…
Theodore Nott
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You and Theodore became friends in first year.
Theodore was a bit of a loner, like yourself so you got along right away.
Because of this, you always paired up together in your classes.
Especially in potions which you both excel at. Unlike your brother, you inherited your mother’s potions skills.
You guys have definitely have bonded over dead moms/parents.
In fifth year you both became more acquainted with Draco and his gang.
It brought you guys out of your shells.
And further ruined your relationship with your brother but you didn’t really care.
You had Theo by your side and that’s all that mattered.
Although you’re “just friends” there’s definitely feelings at play.
Seeing everyone around you get into relationships made you yearn for one yourself.
Since you’re so close with Theo already you couldn’t help but think about being with him.
He’s such a pretty boy, with his hazel eyes, dirty blond hair and Italian accent.
Theodore had a little thing for you phase in third year.
He considers it a phase but the feelings never truly left.
The both of you are way to afraid to confess to each other in fear of ruining your friendship and of the retaliation from your families.
It was a Friday night and the gang had decided to sneak out of the castle to go swimming in the Black Lake.
Somehow the whole gang managed to bypass Filch and Mrs. Norris, even though the lot of you were giggling loudly at each other.
Once out of the main doors, you all ran to the rocky shores of the lake and spread out all of your towels.
Theo sat down and lit up a cigarette with Mattheo, while you took off your (Theo’s) shirt and your pj pants. Revealing your tiny bikini.
Mattheo wolf whistled at you, “Looking good Potter~” he teased.
“Fuck off Riddle-“ you said playfully and rolled your eyes at him.
“Shut it.” Theo muttered to Mattheo as he took a drag of his cigarette.
Mattheo looked at him, a grin spreading on his face, “What was that, Theo? You jealous or something? Don’t like me talking to your girl?”
“I’m not.” Theo denied as he watched you get into the water with Lorenzo, Pansy, and Draco.
He avoided Mattheo’s gaze to look at you and the others in the water.
Theo clenched his jaw as he observed you and Draco play in the water. Jealousy bubbled in the pit of his stomach.
“Sure you are.” Mattheo scoffed unconvinced.
“Fuck off-“ Theo shoved Mattheo lightly.
He took another deep drag of his cigarette in an attempt to ease his nerves.
“Theo!” You called from the water, “Stop smoking and get in the water!” You grinned joyfully at him.
Theo could feel his heart skip a beat at your radiant smile.
“Theo come on!” You called out again.
“Alright alright, bella-“ He chuckled before putting out his cigarette and getting up.
He took off his shirt and jogged towards the water.
You giggled and grabbed his arm to pull him the rest of the way.
There was no way he could let Draco have you…
Lorenzo Berkshire
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Lorenzo has prided himself in his academics.
He has good grades in all of his classes.
Except in history of magic. He’s actually failing the class.
Look it isn’t his fault! Professor Binns is just such a bore.
Seeing as Lorenzo was failing, Professor Binns assigned you, Y/n Potter as his tutor.
Lorenzo was pretty happy about having a cute girl tutoring him.
You’ve intrigued him since first year but he’s never had the chance to talk to you.
But now he sees you twice a week for tutoring.
And honestly you don’t get much tutoring done.
Lorenzo is just so engaging and interesting that you just forget about what you’re there to do.
“Merlin, Lorenzo! We need to focus!” You giggled as you realized how much time you spent conversing.
“Oops!” He giggled.
You found yourself easily charmed by the boy. He was very refreshing to hang out with.
He wasn’t like the other Slytherins who gave you the cold shoulder and looked at you sideways.
Exams were in a week and Lorenzo desperately needed your tutoring if he wanted to pass history of magic.
You both decided to increase the amount of tutoring you’d be doing per week in preparation.
It was the day before exams started and your last day of tutoring.
You made the plan to study in his dorm instead of the library as you found the latter to busy. Lorenzo made sure to kick out his roommates and clean up his area in preparation.
You met up in his dorm after class and wasted no time in taking out all of your notes and textbooks out.
“Ok, Lorenzo.” You said sternly. “No more funny business we need to focus.” You sat on his bed.
He sat in front of you, nodding in agreement, “I really need to pass this exam or my dad will kill me.” He said and got his own notes out.
“Alright. I’m going to quiz you on some stuff. Look over your notes and tell me when you’re ready.” You instructed as you organized a few papers.
Lorenzo nodded and began looking over his notes, desperately trying to not get distracted at the thought that you, a cute girl was in his dorm and sitting on his bed.
“Okay I think I’m ready.” He announces after a few minutes and put his notes to the side.
“Okay… question one..” you began.
You quizzed Lorenzo for the next half hour. He was truly trying his best. What motivated him the most was the praise you gave him after each right answer.
“Good job!” “Atta boy!” “You’re doing great!” “That’s right!”
Every single one gave him butterflies.
Eventually he managed to get all of them right.
“You got every single question right!” You exclaimed with a big grin, “ Well done! I’m sure you’re going to pass!”
“You really think?” He smiled shyly.
“Of course!” You said reassuringly.
You checked your watch, you had finished your quizzing just on time.
You began to pack up your stuff, ready to head back to your dorm to do some studying of your own.
“Thank you, for all of the tutoring.” Lorenzo thanked as he helped you.
“It’s no problem at all, you’re fun to tutor.” You admit shyly, “Good luck on your exam.” You bided him before leaving.
Lorenzo watched you leave, making a note to himself to ask you out on a date after exams..
Blaise Zabini
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You and Blaise got paired up for a project in potions once.
You both weren’t thrilled because you didn’t really get along.
At least you weren’t paired up with Seamus.
And in a way it worked out well for Blaise because he didn’t have to partner up with any of his idiot friends and have to do all of the work.
You did so well on the project together that Professor Slughorn decided to continue paring you guys up.
Hanging out with Blaise was now unavoidable.
Your interactions went from uninterested, cold and limited to being much more frequent and nicer.
Being much friendlier to each other also helped you work even better together.
“Hey, Zabini? How do you cut these roots again?” You asked quietly, glancing over at him.
“Oh you cut them in half and then..” he leaned over to help you.
You couldn’t help but be shy about the close proximity between you two.
He was close enough that you could smell his piney aftershave and his minty breath.
Not to mention his voice was so deep and smooth as he talked.
You snapped quickly out of it and focused back on what he was saying.
“Oh right. Thanks.” You thanked him and proceeded to cut the ingredient as he instructed.
“S’no prob.” He said, hesitating before leaving your side.
Since you were already doing so much work together, it was easier to just study together as well.
This resulted in you two spending more time together.
The library became you main hangout spot.
Away from his annoying friends who always burst into his dorm asking stupid questions just for the sake of bothering you two.
“Do you understand what question 8 means? I completely forgot what Professor Bins said about it.” Blaise asked, furrowing his brows with a sigh.
“Uh let me see..” you leaned over to read his parchment.
While you muttered the question to yourself, Blaise couldn’t help but stare at your focused face.
You looked cute, bitting your cheeks as you played with a strand of your curly hair. He could tell you had just washed it because you smelled strongly of lavender.
“Um I just wrote down this…” you sat up and grabbed your parchment.
You guys only considered yourselves acquaintances.
Yeah you found each other attractive.
You’re both attractive people after all and you were just acknowledging the obvious ok?
You two truly were oblivious idiots who couldn’t realize you had crushes on each other.
You were headed to what you thought would be another ordinary potions class.
You sat down beside Blaise and took out all your supplies, ready for whatever Professor Slughorn was going to make you guys brew.
After a bit of waiting, Slughorn began his lesson. “Today, we will be learning about Amortentia. Can anyone tell me what this potion does?”
Hermione shot up her hand eager to answer.
“Yes, Miss Granger?” Slughorn picked her.
“It’s a love potion sir.” She answered
“Corrected, ten points for Griffindor!” Professor Slughorn grinned.
He went on about the lesson, talking about the potion’s history and the risk involved with brewing it and its results.
“Now that we’re done with the lesson, I invite you all to come up and smell this batch of Amortentia I brewed just for this class.” Slughorn said enthusiastically.
You watched as your classmates went up and smelled the potion.
It was amusing seeing how many answered with a stutter and returned to their seats with reddened cheeks.
Finally it was your turn and you had no idea what you would smell.
You leaned down to take a deep inhale of the potion and the overhwhelming sent of Pine and mint flooded your senses.
“And what do you smell Miss Potter?” Your Professor asked.
You hesitated before speaking, “Pine and mint sir.” You answered.
Then the realization hit you and your eyes grew wide.
You smelled Blaise.
You blushed in embarrassment and kept your head down as you walked back to your desk.
“Who did you smell?” Blaise asked you curiously.
Before you could give him a half assed answer you were interrupted.
“Mr Zabini! Your turn!” Professor Slughorn announced.
Blaise got up from his seat and approached the potion.
It took a few smells for him to realize what he was smelling wasn’t your scent lingering on him. The potion itself smelled like lavender.
The gears in his head began to turn and it all began to fit. He smelled your shampoo.
He felt his cheeks heat up a bit from embarrassment and he quickly glanced at you.
Class was going to be very interesting…
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Them asking you to be their Valentine
The Slytherin Boys x reader (just in time for Valentine’s Day :))
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Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts always comes with a lavish ball, so go ahead and choose the white knight of your liking to accompany you :)
Mattheo Riddle:
Mattheo’s way of asking you to be his Valentine for the ball was very straightforward, yet effective. The second after the announcement dropped, he went to find you in the schoolyard, and approached you in front of all your friends.
“Hey, wait up!”, he’d shout to get your attention, already sounding determined.
“What do you say, you and me at the ball?”, he spoke out his confession, short and sweet.
Cheekily, he adds “I think you and I would be the best looking couple at the ball”. You notice him shyly tucking his head down as he said that, but he still sounded self assured.
Everyone was patiently waiting for your reaction, and you noticed how all your friends started gushing over him. Mattheo seemed unfazed by everyone else and only had eyes for you.
Even though you had only talked to him a few times in the past, you noticed that there was this easy-going chemistry between you two.
His profession certainly came as a surprise, but you liked guys who were direct. Besides, he struck you as a bit of a player too, who seemed to be used to asking girls out.
“Sure, I’d love to go with you”, you chuckle out, knowing you’d have a lot of fun with him.
He slickly throws you an air kiss, grinning from ear to ear, before all his friends start jumping on him to celebrate his win.
Tom Riddle (extremely delusional):
Tom definitely wasn’t one for the romantics, in fact he was strictly against the idea of a Valentine’s Day ball.
What he told you, when you asked him if he had a date already was:
“The ball is just an excuse for undisciplined students to commit shameful acts such as drinking alcohol and doing magical substances, when they should really be focusing on their education instead, which they are in desperate need of”
“I see, so you don’t have a date”, you sum it up for him.
Truthfully, you only asked Tom that question because you started catching feelings for him, and you wanted to know if you had a clear shot.
But clearly, he wasn’t interested at the moment.
He seemed to be carefully analyzing your reaction to his statement. Seconds later, he indifferently states “You want me to ask you out, don’t you”
You, shocked at first, embarrassingly nod afterwards. Full of curiosity, you wondered how he had managed to read you so accurately.
“Fine, to save myself from a week of listening to your heartbreak or potential soulmate, I am going to do you the favor of accompanying you to the ball. I am only doing this to save myself.”, he explains elaborately, which earns him an eye roll of yours.
You still wanted him to actually ask you and mean it, but for Tom Riddle, this was a big gesture already. Besides, you were aware from the beginning that you would have to deal with his peculiarities.
“On the day, be ready at 8pm sharp, and don’t you dare get drunk or high”, he lays down his conditions. Even if he wouldn’t say it, you knew that deep down he cared, otherwise he would’ve never even indulged in this.
Theodore Nott:
Theodore had found himself in a bit of a slump. Due to the excessive quidditch training, he didn’t have a date for the ball yet, which would be in 1 day exactly.
Subconsciously he fully believed that he'd find a date, no matter what time it was, which is why he took his sweet sweet time.
But now, with growing desperation, he ran around, asking out every girl he saw. And each time, the girl rejected him because they already had a date.
As he grew more and more frustrated, he asked you for the second time again, to be his date. You already told him that you had plans with a guy from Gryffindor, which he ridiculed.
“Come on, please ditch him for me?”, he’d repeatedly ask you with puppy eyes.
“Please just do me this favor, I don’t want to be the only guy in our friend group to not have a date.
You’d tell him that it was his own fault, but eventually you felt a bit bad for him. And you were indeed good friends, so maybe you could do him a favor. It wasn’t like the Gryffindor boy and you were in love. Surely he’d get over it…
“Fine, I’ll go, but you owe me”, you finally agreed. Truthfully, you found Theo much more attractive and charming anyway.
You had only agreed to the Gryffindor boy in the first place because you were afraid that no one besides him would ask you out anymore if you said no.
Theo, full of excitement and relief, cupped your face and kissed your forehead as a thanks when you agreed to be his date.
“I promise you, you won’t regret it”, were his last words before leaving you alone.
Blaise Zabini:
You only had one more tedious potions class of Snape's to go through, before you could finally enjoy the rest of your day.
As the clock ticked, you stared down on your blank parchment paper, counting the minutes to go.
Catching you off guard, you feel Blaise’s finger lightly tapping your arm. You needed a second to get conscious of the situation because you had zoned out.
He slides a small, blank piece of parchment paper towards you and points his head down, signaling you to turn it around.
When you do, your mood immediately lifts and you begin blushing. It was kind of childish, like something you’d do in year 1 or 2, but it was also cute.
The paper was filled with the classic “will you be my Valentine”, and there were three boxes to cross. The three being “yes”, “no”, and “maybe”.
Blaise observes your reaction delightfully, waiting for you to tick a box. As this was the highlight of your day, you decide to give the guy a chance and tick “yes”.
When class ended, Blaise waited for you to pack up and proposed a hang out at astronomy tower with you, which you agreed to with pleasure.
Enzo Berkshire:
It was a Sunday, exactly one week before the ball, and all the Hogwarts students were enjoying their time in Hogsmeade.
On this peculiar day, your seating partner Enzo from Transfiguration asked you to go to Madam Puddifoot's Café with him. The location was definitely romantic, and you already suspected where this might be going.
But—you didn’t want to get your hopes too high yet. Enzo was unquestionably a cute guy though.
During your coffee date, he didn’t drop any hints or said anything suggestive. You just talked, gossiped, and joked around, and you figured he’d be cool as a friend too.
Though nearing the end, the waiter came to your table with a small buttercream cake.
You shot a confused glance at Enzo, and he seemed clueless.
“I don’t believe we ordered that”, you tell the waiter, but he insists and puts the cake in front of you. After the waiter leaves, you keep eye contact with Enzo, but he tells you to eat the cake.
Still dazzled, you comply and look down, seeing that…
“Will you be my Valentine”, was written on the cake in cursive font with pink buttercream. Overcome by joy, you couldn’t be happier that your suspicions from the beginning were right.
“So what’s your answer”, he asks eagerly, eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Of course I will, this was so sweet”
You believed that no girl could’ve said no to this.
Draco Malfoy:
You and Draco never slacked off on your prefect duties, which also included the nightly walks around school, to ensure that every student has gone to bed.
It is the perfect time to talk after a long day, and to exercise your power of course, but mainly the walks had brought you two very close, and you exchanged plenty of secrets already.
Although he could be a bit of an asshole, which you also told him, you still saw that he had a caring, more hurt side to him.
A week before the ball, he suggested a different route than the one you usually took.
He told you to close your eyes as you were walking, and led you by your hand. Innerly, he was as nervous and jittery as one could get, and couldn’t wait to see the reaction on your face.
When you got to the mysterious destination, he told you to open your eyes
As soon as you opened them, you saw the room of requirements, decorated with pink and red flowers, hundreds of candles, and a banner reading “will you be my valentine”.
It had been Draco’s plan for weeks, and he was so glad that he pulled it off.
He also made sure that you wouldn’t get a date, before he asked you out, which included cursing guys who got close to you.
“Oh my, yes of course Draco, I can’t believe you did this”, you’d say full of joy.
“You just made me the happiest guy in this school”, he’d reply and you knew it was true.
Immediately he brings you closer to kiss you, and you spend the rest of the night cuddling inside the room of requirements (insert the scene of Dean and Rory cuddling in GG if yk what I mean).
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sinsirellaxx · 3 days
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Hello! If you don’t do NSFW requests feel free to ignore or delete my ask, but I was wondering if you could do Toxic Slytherin Boys NSFW hcs?
Slytherin Boys – NSFW Headcanons
Warning: Toxic boys! NSFW topics
A/N: I won't be able to post as much – just wanted to let you know! Also: I'm currently not accepting new requests because I still have a few to work on. 😊
Have fun reading!
Mattheo …
… told you he couldn’t be in a relationship without sex. If you’re alright with that – no problem. If you aren’t (bc of religion or whatever) he’d be frustrated. He’ first try and guilt you into sleeping with him and if that doesn’t work, he’ll threaten to break it off with you.
… “I’ll marry you anyway, so what’s the deal?”
… would want to be intimate with you all the time. Doesn’t matter if he’s angry and he needs to let off some steam, if he’s just horny or whenever he needs reassurance or is jealous.
… wouldn’t be gentle. Not even during your first time – because he’d just not be as sensible.
… prefers to be on top with you bent over – likes the control and power he has over you.
… will immediately question your loyalty if you deny him the pleasures of your body.
… “You’re my girlfriend. If not you – who else will take care of my needs?”
Theodore …
… is a wild card: can be either crazy rough or intimidatingly sensual and soft. It depends on his mood.
… wants you to go down on him but he refuses to do the same.
… places your hand on his crotch whenever you are alone.
… does not really care if you aren’t in the mood – he’ll start kissing and caressing you either way.
… wants you to use birth control because he doesn’t want to wrap it “It feels weird around my dick”.
… loves having you on top, whenever he feels lazy. He’ll lean back against his propped-up pillows and enjoy you squirm on his lap.
Lorenzo …
… will persuade you to do things you don’t feel comfortable with.
… will want to try out different and maybe more daring things.
… will only eat you out if you blow him first “You have to earn it, baby.”
… loves leaving marks in visible places – even better if you don’t notice them until someone points them out.
… smirks whenever you open your legs for him.
… wants you to dress up in pretty lingerie for him.
… will fuck you while his roommates are sleeping – without the muffliato charm – he wants to be heard.
… “Shh, baby – it’s okay. My roommates won’t hear.”
Draco …
… acts like his dick is magical.
… cannot get you to peak but will act like you did have the best orgasm ever.
… rolls his eyes whenever you say it hurts but will still wait for you to adjust – until he gets too impatient.
… is mostly lazy, so he’ll want you to ride him most of the time.
… refuses to kiss you after you suck him off.
Blaise …
… every ‘date’ ends in sex.
… only ever calls you first because he wants to have sex.
… is not that much into foreplay – he’s more of a dip it and leave it kind of guy.
… randomly pulls you into empty rooms to push you onto your knees.
… “Show me how much you love me”
Tom …
… uses sex to relax after a long day.
… he also won’t go down on you but will expect you to worship his body. “You’re lucky I want you.”
… always degrades you and makes you believe that he is the best man you could ever have and that you are below him.
… never ‘hears’ the safe word whenever you use it “I didn’t hear you, doll. Be louder next time.”
… secretly loves when you’re bratty because that means he can put you in your place.
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Second Hand Smoking
Theodore Nott x reader
Warnings: smoking.
Description: A short one where Theo teaches the reader how to smoke.
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Theo dragged the cigarette out over his bottom lip and let the smoke roll off his tongue like language. It twirled around itself in the air outside the castle in an elegant dance, making patterns of grey against the backdrop of a deep blue night sky freckled with gaseous stars.
Gently, you grazed your hand against his as he brought his cigarette back to his mouth and he looked down towards you quizzically. You didn’t say a word, instead, you let your eyes speak for you. They glanced at the cigarette and then back at him with desire. He smiled and raised a thick, brown brow in challenge.
“Have you ever smoked before?” asked Theo softly, hoping not to wake the portraits resting not five metres away from the pair of you.
You shook your head innocently — a child, you seemed, a child who was begging Theo to take your hand, and help you enter and outrun your adolescence. With a mellifluous hum, he handed you his cigarette, assisted in situating it in between your index and middle fingers in the hand nearest to him, and slid you closer to the window.
“You just put it to your lips and breathe deeply — the whole way to your lungs — and then breathe it out slowly,” he instructed, “And don’t cough, because if you cough once, you’ll never stop.”
“Got it,” you said quietly yet mildly excitedly.
The butt of the cigarette sat between your lips and you breathed in the fumes and felt the slight burn of the smoke run down your neck and into your lungs. You let it sit there for a moment, but couldn’t hold it and it blew out from your nostrils. Theo smiled fondly, almost chuckling but too conscious of the portraits to let out that much noise.
“Let me help you,” said Theo.
You returned the cigarette to him and he took a long, deep puff from it before removing it and motioning for you to lean in close. Confused but ever obedient for your boy, you leant in and he captured you in a kiss, forcing your lips to part as he breathed the smoke out from his mouth and down into your lungs.
When he pulled away, the two of you were connected by a string off smoke that rose until it disappeared. You stuck your head to the cold glass of the window and blew the rest out into the night.
“You’ll get better at it,” Theo smiled as he cupped your cheek with his large palm, “Want to try one more time?”
You nodded eagerly.
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duchesstypewriter · 5 months
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𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑩𝒀 𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬
PAIRING: Mattheo Riddle x Reader
SUMMARY: When Mattheo begins to wander his eyes a little too much, you have the perfect way to remind him who he belongs to — by wrecking his moss prized possession, his car. But better than that, he has the perfect opportunity of fucking some sense into your mind.
WORD COUNT: 4.8k
WARNINGS: MDNI! College/University AU. Toxic Relationship (But They’re Trying). They’re Super Rich Kids. Mentions of Cheating. Foul Language. Oral (female receiving). P in V. Unprotected Sex. Somewhat Degradation and Dumbification.
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You could feel the blood boiling in your veins as your fingers gripped the silver fork so tightly that your manicured nails were turning pale from lack of circulation, but you didn't care, or rather, you didn't even notice the abuse of your knuckles with your eyes focused on the pathetic scene at the end of the dining hall.
Mattheo was leaning against one of the tables occupied by people you could only classify as lessers since none of them were known to you, not caring one bit if he was disturbing their lunch, much more concerned with giving one of his bright smiles to a girl who was almost drooling over your boyfriend, her poor fertile imagination probably running to scenarios where he took her to meet his parents and fucked her against the wooden table in his father's office — one that you knew all too well.
Poor little thing was what you usually thought when you came across one of these, making a point of pushing Mattheo a little harder against the brick walls, pulling his hair just enough to make him moan against your lips, a sight for all to see and know that he was off limits. In your opinion, they should even be grateful that you gave them some material to fantasize about while masturbating in their rooms alone while your boyfriend fucked you in some exclusive club in the city center, but now things were starting to go a little too far and you were growing irritated by it.
“For God's sake, put down that fork before you break it or your fingers,” Pansy's exasperated voice snapped you out of your poisonous thoughts, only moving your eyes to see one of your closest friends who had one of Blaise's muscular arms around her shoulders, so they'd been at it again, but it wouldn't be long before it was over once more, that was the dynamic that seemed to work for them.
“I think someone's jealous,” Draco quipped with his usual smug grin, making you want to punch him in the face more than ever, but you controlled yourself, giving him one of your tight sarcastic smiles.
“I thought you didn't care what Mattheo does, or rather who Mattheo does, after you snogged Oliver fucking Wood at the Astoria's party,” Theodore pointed out, always defending his best friend.
You rolled your eyes at the boy, wondering what made you keep hanging around with idiots like them, “I don't care who he decides to play shove-the-stick with, but I think it's funny the level he's stooping to, it's downright depressing. Who's going to be next, that Granger girl? For God's sake, that thing he's talking to is only here because of a scholarship, she must think Annabel's is a person.”
You were so invested in your rant that you didn't even notice that Mattheo was heading back to the table where you were all gathered, a smug smile painted his features and that was enough to indicate that he knew exactly what the commotion was about, “What are we talking about?”
He left a quick kiss on your cheek before squirming to sit down next to Lorenzo, leaving you to wipe your face exaggeratedly with an outraged expression of disgust that clearly amused him, “Don't spread your drool on me when you've probably caught thrush from that weirdo.”
“Don't worry, darling, girls like her don't have that sort of thing. The only one who can give someone an STI with their promiscuity is you,” Mattheo's crude words were followed by a laugh and you wanted to physically attack the asshole sitting across the table, but that wasn't the worst of the pleasantries you'd exchanged in all the years of your relationship.
You and Mattheo had crossed paths for the first time during the summer vacations on the French Riviera when you were still at Wycombe Abbey and he was an Etonian, although you didn't hit it off at first because he thought you were a stuck-up, conceited brat and you believed he was just a savage who had hit the jackpot, but that didn't stop your parents from striking up a good relationship — despite your parents' belief, both from aristocratic families, that they should only associate with other people of their lineage, Mattheo's father had enough money and influence to penetrate the tight circles of the nobility, although always with one foot out the door, never really being treated as a natural like the rest of you.
But the following summer, to your surprise, the Riddles were invited to your residence in the Scottish Highlands, and although the silly squabbles between you hadn't abated one bit, it wasn't long before you were leaving your bedroom door unlocked to receive nightly visits from the boy while your boyfriend slept in the guest room at the end of the corridor, and since then you'd been in an exhausting relationship that only surfaced during the breaks, but that seemed to have taken some kind of constant form since you joined the same university even though you'd never talked about it.
“We're going out tonight,” Mattheo re-started the conversation after the table fell silent with the only sound being the disgusting kisses between Pansy and Blaise, you were really losing what little patience you had left with your boyfriend.
“It's very nice that you've decided to start doing charity,” you pouted, amusing your friends who now had all their attention on you. “Actually, I was talking to the guys and we want to know who's going to be next, maybe the female Weasley? I mean, you could talk to that loser Longbottom and start a wankers club.”
Mattheo laughed exaggeratedly just to mock you, clapping his hands and attracting a few glances from the other tables, including the one he was at earlier and you rolled your eyes, making the girl switch her attention to her finished dish, “Is this all jealousy, darling? Don't worry, Daddy Riddle always has some time to fuck you into despair, don't worry, I'm just enjoying what else this campus has to offer, but you'll always be my favorite.”
You stood up from the table, your blood steaming, your palms hitting the wood hard enough to silence everyone, your body leaning in to stare deep into the eyes of the boy who seemed to be enjoying your actions more than anything, “I swear, if you dare go out with that bitch, I'll wreck your fucking car and your pretty face.”
Your words had boosted Mattheo's ego, that was a fact, not that he really needed help walking around with his head inflated, but you were a woman who kept her word, and more than that, you were a woman who liked to make sure everyone knew that their place was always below you, not messing with things that were yours — especially not your favorite toy.
So you were in for a treat.
Your hair flew against the wind as you purposely sped through the empty streets, after all, what's the worst that could happen, the police stopping you? Well, it had happened before and your parents had bailed you out without a scratch on your reputation or a criminal record, and they would certainly do it again if necessary, so you enjoyed the drive from your uptown apartment, the loud music blasting on your radio until you pulled up in front of the house Mattheo shared with Theodore and Lorenzo on the outskirts of town, claiming it was better for parties, so they could have more privacy to bring girls to their so-called slaughterhouse.
It was a real shame that Mattheo had forgotten how much of an asshole you could be.
A pitying smile painted your features as you surveyed the beautiful black Ferrari SF90 Stradale Assetto Fiorano that was still parked outside the garage, so predictable, but your expression was quickly replaced by an evil grin as you adjusted the key between your fingers, digging it into the side of the car to leave a long silver stripe down the entire length of your boyfriend's car, a beautiful contrast to its color, almost like a contemporary work of art.
Your hand gripped the key tightly to carve your name into the hood, a sweet reminder of who Mattheo belonged to, just something to make him think twice before trying to cheat on you again. Still with the sharp material, you slashed a hole in all four tires, watching with amusement as they deflated completely.
But that wasn't enough, you needed more to release all the anger that was still building up in your chest.
It was time for the best act of your little vendetta. You grabbed the expensive Miura Golf club from the back seat, your father had commissioned it directly from Japan to have your initials and family crest engraved on it and he'd probably go a bit mad when he found out you'd used his prized relic for it, but it wasn't as if you really cared, he could never stay cross with you for long anyway.
You took a deep breath, using all your years of private training to achieve a perfect swing that hit one of the headlights perfectly, making a loud noise that mixed with the car alarm — oh, you should tell Mattheo to change his car's security system, that one clearly wasn't good enough if it needed a swing to be triggered.
“What the fuck is going on,” Mattheo shouted as he opened the front door, almost fainting at the sight of the scene unfolding in front of his incredulous eyes, you were destroying the other headlight of his car, rushing to hold you tight enough to stop you hitting the windows. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
Mattheo manhandled you in his strong arms, an angry look staring at you as if he wanted to reduce your existence to dust right there, and for some reason it made you squeeze your thighs together, “You're a fucking bitch.”
“I warned you I'd break your car if you insisted on going out with that skank,” you replied indifferently, shrugging as if your actions meant nothing, and even if you had crossed the line, Mattheo deserved every second of it.
“What you’re doing was a fucking crime, do that fucking brain of yours know this?” He squeezed the flesh of your arms hard enough to leave marks for days to come, his mind not really knowing what he would be capable of doing to you.
You smiled mockingly, “And what are you gonna do, call the police?”
The boy let go of your body hard enough to make you stumble back a few steps, leaning on the car to regain your balance, running his fingers through your hair and you couldn't help but admire his jaw clenched in anger, “So that's what you want to do, have a fucking fight?”
“And how else am I supposed to get your attention these days?” You retorted angrily, staring into his hazel eyes which were now much darker with hatred. “All you do lately is try to get your dick wet with other girls. The only times you open your mouth to address me is to insult or call me up asking me to come so you can fuck and then dump me like I'm a cheap fucking whore. You don't have the slightest right to treat me like that, Riddle.”
Mattheo was fuming at your accusations, although he knew that some of your anger was genuine, nothing justified you smashing up his car like a maniac, “I wasn't the one practically sucking Wood's cock at the Astoria party, was I?”
An ironic but pained laugh escaped your lips, “Don't you realize that you're just proving my point? You were too busy eye-fucking every other girl to even remember I exist, that I can see the shit you do and that it hurts me, so no, I don't feel guilty about being forced to pull that so you remember you have a girlfriend, that I'm here watching you pay more attention to any slightly cute little thing in a short skirt than to me.”
Mattheo's eyes softened as he turned to you again, and despite all the facade of anger in your expression, he could still see that same girl who sneaked off with him to show him her favorite places on the family property, the one who didn't judge him or try to give him foolish advice when he opened up about his complicated family life, the one who called him as soon as she knew she'd gotten into her dream university —and Mattheo genuinely couldn't tell where you guys started to go off the rails, or if it had ever gone right.
“Jump,” he commanded as he took long strides to reach you, his large hands reaching around your ass to offer you enough leverage to wrap your legs around his waist. “You're a slut, you know that?”
You threw your head back in a hearty laugh, feeling his hard cock against your ass, “And you're a perv, Riddle.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Mattheo bited on a bruise on the soft skin of the curve of your neck, making you close your eyes tightly at the sensation. “You're paying for that shit you did to my car.”
“And who's going to force me, you?” You retorted with a stubborn grin on your face that was deliberate to get under your boyfriend's skin, just to see how far you could go.
“I'll have to show you then,” he grunted angrily, walking off with you still in his arms, but before your mind could consider that he was going to take you into the house to fuck you against his soft bed or the glass of the living room, Mattheo threw your body carelessly on top of the hood. “Let's put on a show to the boys inside, stroking their cocks, watching through the cameras you getting fucked until you're a good, pliant girlfriend and not just some common whore, or maybe even let the neighbors hear that the prissy little princess is just a cocksucking little bitch," he stopped his ministrations to reach for your face hard enough to hurt, holding it so that your eyes were fixed on his. “Maybe they even called the cops after the fucking damage you did to my car. You know what, I think a mugshot of the spoiled heiress's pretty little face covered in my cum might do some good as a reminder that the world isn't your playground. If your parents didn't give you any limits as a child, I'm going to fuck some into your stupid little head now.”
Sex with Mattheo was certainly always a trip, but you had never experienced anything like this, and as sick as it sounded, you were enjoying being manhandled and treated like nothing more than one of his little sex toys, his favorite, so different from how people spent their lives kissing the ground your feet walked on.
He wasn't worried about pleasuring you, he just wanted to get his petty personal revenge because two could play this game. Letting all the hatred he felt for you kissing someone else at the party come to the surface, one that he had hidden so well to not give you the slightest satisfaction, but which had been gnawing at his mind ever since he saw it; for you allowing virgin nerds to jerk off to thoughts of your short, skimpy clothes, finding it amusing how they could look, desire, fantasize, but never touch your body; for you wrecking his favorite car out of stupid jealousy instead of acting like an adult.
Mattheo wasn't the least bit gentle in the way he practically ripped off your very tight black pants, leaving a trail of pain from the burning of the fabric against your skin, almost offended that the garment was in his way, but smiling with satisfaction when he saw that you weren't wearing any underwear, leaving your wet pussy exposed for him to delight in the scene in front of his eyes, leaving a slap on your clit that made your body jolt with the delicious burning sensation, “No panties?”
“I know you better than you know yourself,” you winked with what little control you still had over your body, feeling your breath hitch as you watched Mattheo's hands pin your hips down so you wouldn't run away from his touch, sinking into his knees to lick your slit slowly but deeply, making a loud moan escape your throat at the delightful sensation that seemed to consume your body in flames.
Your fidgety fingers found their way into Mattheo's curls, tugging them hard enough to make him moan against your throbbing pussy before going back to devouring it like a starved man —and he really was, it had been weeks since he'd gone down on you, maybe it was the lack of a good fuck that was making you act like such a slut, and how he missed your delicious taste, feeling you come undone on his tongue, your whole facade falling apart because of him.
He pulled away slightly and you whined at the loss of sensation, trying to force his head back into your heated core, but soon being invaded by the feeling of one of his long fingers sliding inside you and curling slightly to press against your sensitive spot, making your body jerk with pleasure at the new stimulation, closing your eyes and begging for more.
“Look at me,” Mattheo demanded as his finger slid torturously slow in and out of your pussy, but you were too lost in the sensation to even hear what your boyfriend was saying, and he wasn't in the mood for it, slowly pulling all the way out only to shove two fingers in hard enough to open your eyes, a scream escaping your lips. “I told you to look at me. I'm not in the mood for another one of your stupid games.”
You nodded quickly, agreeing to anything just to reach your orgasm, and Mattheo laughed darkly, it was so easy to break you. Your eyes never left his as he approached your clit, sucking hard, scraping his teeth only slightly as his fingers continued to pump mercilessly, causing a loud cry of his name to rip through your dry throat, and Mattheo was sure that any nosy neighbors had heard, which was a sweet stroke to his ego.
“Mattheo,” you trilled as the boy's favorite chant, using all your strength to keep your eyes wide open, not wanting to be punished or miss the scene that was his curls falling on his forehead, his dark eyes fixed on you while his pretty mouth and nimble fingers worked non-stop inside you, knowing all the ways of your body. Your hands frantically searched for anything on the hood to hold onto as you felt the sensation growing deep in your stomach.
“Poor little thing,” Mattheo patronized mockingly, grunting against your pussy as his movements increased and slowed only to make you moan and beg all the more, trying to move your hips, but to no avail, in search of some friction. “Don't tell me you want to cum, I just started touching you.”
“Matt, I…” the beginning of a pathetic plea was cut short by a cry as he withdrew his fingers from inside you, leaving your walls contracting around nothing, begging for any friction strong enough to finally make you reach your peak, but Mattheo stood up from his position on the floor, looking far more composed than you despite his slick glistening chin, it was a scene that could almost make you cum.
A gasp escaped you as the bulge still hidden by your boyfriend's dark jeans rubbed against your wet pussy, no doubt leaving a stain, but before you could move for relief, Mattheo wrapped one of his hands in your hair, tugging hard enough to make you curse under your breath, “Language, darling, that's not how a proper Lady behaves, especially not after some cock.”
“Fuck, Mattheo,” you didn't know if it was a curse or a moan when his pants rubbed even harder against your core as he reached down to nibble on your exposed neck, leaving marks that would surely be very visible the next day and he would make a point of bragging about them all day long, but your possessive part liked the idea of all the other desperate women knowing that it was you he was fucking the night before.
“I bet bloody Oliver Wood could never get you like this, ye?” There was a smirk in his words, but much more than that, there was a real need in his seemingly rhetorical question. “I bet he doesn't know how to fuck anything other than a football.”
But you weren't willing to stroke Mattheo's ego, “No girl has ever gotten out of his bed without some very nice words,” you gasped, and in any other situation, your boyfriend would have known your words were empty, but now they made his blood bubble. “I bet he'd find each of my sweet spots, make me scream his name for all the neighbors to know, I'm sure he'd make me come again and again. Oliver, Oliver, Oliver-”
Your playful moans, which seemed so close to real when they fell on Mattheo's ears, were cut short by an almost superhuman force pulling your body off the hood of the car, twisting your body like a rag doll until you had your face pressed on top of your own name that you had written down earlier, your arms painfully being held back behind your back while your legs were kicked apart to give him better access to your tight cunt.
Mattheo had a plan in mind when he first decided to fuck you tonight. He would bring you over the edge several times, make you cum until your legs were shaking and your stupid little head was all fuzzy, barely focusing on begging for more of his cock, then he would give you one last orgasm on his bed, looking deep into your eyes and assuring you in every way that you were his, and he was all yours. Then, after some good aftercare, you would talk and resolve all the issues that strained your relationship.
But fuck that. If you wanted to act like a whore, you'd be treated like a whore.
Before you could rationalize what was happening, Mattheo had lowered his pants in a single tug, his bulging cock finally relieved to have been freed, and you tried as best you could to turn your head to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend, but your eyes closed against your will when two of his fingers collected enough of your slick to rub on his cock, not that it was necessary with the amount of pre-cum.
A shudder ran through your body as he ran the thick shaft of his dick over your cunt, your breath hitching with the need to feel Mattheo inside you, claiming what had always been his, but before you could beg him to fuck you, he sank into you with a single thrust, making you arch your back at the same time as a loud moan spread through the open space.
There was no time for you to adjust to his size or girth, a delicious burn spreading through your walls as he picked up a brutal pace, one of his arms around your waist to make sure you didn't move while his other hand was in your hair, pulling so that you didn't try to camouflage any of your moans and pleas, his name falling from your lips like a chant.
Your incoherent cries were the only sound that could be heard along with the constant slapping of skin on skin, the coil in your abdomen growing rapidly with the continuous stimulation, and if you could see the boy, you wouldn't be surprised to see him with red cheeks, his curls sticking up against the sweat on his forehead and his pupils dilated as he watched you taking it so well.
“You're mine,” Mattheo almost growled, laying his chest against your back, making his cock go even deeper inside you, leading to a desperate cry of pleasure, your eyes rolling back as you felt the spongy head of his cock hit your cervix. “Mine to fuck whenever and wherever I want,” he fixed the grip on your hair so that you were looking straight into the depths of his eyes when the next words left his pink lips, and you felt your knees give way if it wasn't for his hold on you. “Mine to love. Can you get it through your stupid brain or are you too fucked up to understand anything?”
“Y-You're a dick,” you gasped between thrusts that seemed to take you to the moon and back. “But I love you. I-I fucking love you Mattheo.”
He smiled in satisfaction at your words, capturing your lips in what felt like your first kiss in a long time, not having enough when he pulled apart to catch a breath, “Yeah, you love me, and you love my fucking dick too, don't you?”
He left a kiss on your forehead before standing up again, withdrawing his entire cock from your warmth, grunting when you tried to push your ass back in search of his thickness, but he held you in place before ramming into you again in one go, slamming deep again and again as his thrusts came back even harder, “Say it for me, love.”
“I love your dick,” you cried out strangled, feeling your strength drain away with every second.
“Yes, you do. And it's all yours, love. My dick doesn't belong to anyone but you, go on, milk me dry, pretty girl, show the others that I'm all yours,” he said between groans, his words strangely soothing the black hole of jealousy that had grown in your soul. One of his hands found its way between your legs, his nimble fingers stimulating your swollen clit, making your moans even more frantic. “And whose pussy is that?”
You needed a few seconds to register his words, the pleasure being too much for your foggy mind, “Yours. All yours. Just yours, Matt.”
Mattheo pouted, even if you couldn't see it, but his mocking tone did the job, “Are you sure, baby? It seemed like you were so convinced earlier that you didn't need me, that that bastard Wood could finish you off just as well.”
“No!” You cried out, your head so confused by the stimuli that you failed to understand that this was a joke, although there was a good deal of truth in the green-eyed monster eating away at Mattheo's peace ever since the scene of you in someone else's arms had made its way into his mind. “He could never treat me as well as you. He couldn't, fuck, shit, Mattheo, he could never fuck me like I need, like only you can do. Only you. Always just you. I fucking love you.”
The words worked their magic, along with the mercilessly rhythm at which Mattheo fucked you stupid into despair, his cock hitting the exact spot inside you that made your walls contract so tightly around him, his fingers working wonders on your clit, and with one last thrust, he lowered his chest against your back, nibling your earlobe, “I've got you,” letting your climaxes take over, your breathing ragged and your eyes rolling as you felt the jets of cum filling you even more, marking you as his all over.
“I love you,” Mattheo was the first to speak after what seemed like hours, still in the same position, buried deep inside you as your breaths evened out, neither wanting to be the first to move, but it was necessary. You whined at the loss of contact as Mattheo withdrew his softening cock from your pussy, watching the pornographic way in which his thick white strands flowed out of your pussy and ran down your legs, and he couldn't resist the temptation to pick up his phone that had fallen on the floor and snap a quick photo for his personal collection. “Let's get you cleaned up, get some rest, and then tomorrow we can talk about everything. All right?”
You nodded weakly, not resisting when Mattheo gently manipulated your body to help you put on your panties, he wasn't lying when he said that Lorenzo and Theodore were at home too, although it was unlikely that they had watched the security cameras for their own good. You nestled your head into your boyfriend's warm chest, smiling slightly when he left a kiss on the top of your head, “I love you, Matt, but I really enjoyed trashing your car.”
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pov: you weren’t in class today
slytherin boys!reader
(includes theo, draco, mattheo, blaise, and enzo)
warnings: mention of cigarettes & potentially suggestive content?
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thank you for reading!!!!!
*i need a way for you guys to send in requests but idk how to set that up on my page:’(
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pairing: theodore nott x gn!reader
credits for idea: this fic was highly inspired by @colablue 's fic "theodore nott meeting you headcanons."
word counting: 779
notes: it is so fluffy oml. theo is being an adorable little love strucked puppy!! :) also, this is my first fanfic ever so don't judge hahaha. just enjoy reading it and please leave a like if you enjoyed!
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after a week of adjusting to hogwarts, classes start going again. professors were making seating plans, talking about everyone's summer, or going straight into the syllabus for this year.
it was your third period of the day, charms. and you saw your best friend walking in, you waved and signaled that she could sit next to you. before she could though, theodore nott took her seat instead. your friend looked confused, but you were even confuser. you shrugged your shoulders and mouthed an apology. she just gave an empathetic smile, knowing your problems with the slytherin boy.
at the start of your education at hogwarts, you always felt like you did something to upset theodore. he looked at you with those cold, scary-looking eyes and it made you very nervous. even your friends notice his starings and they only confirm your suspicions: theodore despices you.
your best friend took a seat a few tables away from you, and professor flitwick started his lesson. your eyes kept shooting glances at theo. he was now looking to his book in front of him, but it didn't look like he was actually reading. his knee was shaking what made you kinda of feel bad for him, but you were also trying to figure out why he even chose to sit next to you.
you kept wondering if he was finally going to confront you or at least tell you what you did to wrong him. but no, complete silence from the boy. you did feel his eyes on you from time to time like he was observing you, or maybe he was making a plan on how to kill you, because that's what it looked like to you.
the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the lesson. the professor said something about an assignment but his voice was overpowered by students packing up their bags and chairs scratching the wooden floor. "theodore, wait-" but when you looked up, he was already out of the door. "why is he so fast?" you mumbled then threw your stuff in your bag and rushed after him.
"theodore!" you yelled after him and this time theo actually heard. he turned around slowly, his cold gaze fixated on you. he didn't say anything, that seemed his thing, but he did show that he was listening. you took a deep breath and spoke softly, "did i do anything to upset you? you keep looking at me like you're angry at me. because if i did upset you, i'm so sorry!" you were talking very fast and theo blinked to process what you were sayinh. after an awkward silence, he said with a smile on his face, "you haven't done anything wrong." his voice sounded hoarse from but also very soft and soothing in some way. before you could say or ask anything else, he walked up to you and took your books out of your hands. he then started walking away, leaving you confused.
he turned around when he realized you weren't following him. he looked at you and nodded his head, signaling to follow him. you sighed and caught up with him. you looked up at him and then at your shoes, trying to suppress a smile.
theo saw your smile and didn't say anything, but he did smirk. his posture changed, conveying his newfound confidence now that he had made you smile. he walked with you to your next class without saying a word. you didn't say anything either, the silence was kinda peaceful, not at all awkward.
theo stopped once you had arrived at your next class. he tilted his head and examined your face intently. "you're intriguing, you know that? there's something about you..." he trailed off, contemplating the best way to express his feelings and thoughts. you took him out of his haze by taking your books from his hands, slightly touching his hand accidentally. you were smiling up at him and slightly blushing when you said, "thank you for walking with me. but i suggest you hurry to your own class... i don't want you to be late." theo chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "see you, theodore." you wanted to turn away but he spoke up yet again, "it's theo." you turned back and nodded, "alright... then, see you theo." he smiled and gave you one last look before leaving for his own class.
you watched him walk away before going inside of your class. you took a seat far in the back where you thought about your encounter with theo. so he didn't hate you.... he was intrigued by you. and to be fair, it made you blush all over again.
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