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glittervame · 1 month

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Some puppies don't learn their lesson...

I used it...

Heavy bottom! Mattheo riddle x FEM!Reader 1.17K Words

Warnings: Smut (Wrap it before you tap it), Y/n being a jealous bitch, Fred and George being little shits

The sun cast a warm, golden glow over the common room between the four houses, as Y/n L/n, a model Ravenclaw, sat atop a tall, wooden stool with her legs neatly crossed and her chin propped up on her interlaced fingers. Her raven-black hair flowed like silk down her back, each strand perfectly placed. Her emerald green eyes scanned the room, observing every movement, every expression, every detail. She was the epitome of calm, collected, and strategic - everything her boyfriend, Mattheo, was not. He was the Slytherin boy with a carefree attitude, the one who always seemed to attract attention wherever he went, especially from girls.

It was no secret that Y/n was jealous of those girls. Her cheeks would flush, her heart would race, and her mind would race with irrational thoughts whenever she saw them flirting with him. It was then that she would lose control, and her strategic mind would give way to her jealousy. But tonight, something was different. As Y/n watched a group of giggling girls approach Mattheo, her heart didn't race quite as fast, and her grip on her wand didn't tighten quite as much. Maybe, just maybe, she was learning to trust him, to let go of her need to control every situation.

Her eyes met Mattheo's, and for a moment, they shared a glance. He smiled at her, and she couldn't help but frown, she knew that smile and knew he was up to something. The giggling girls surrounded him, each one trying to get his attention, their words a blur of flirtatious banter. Y/n's grip on her wand tightened, but only slightly. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction of thinking they were getting to her.

Mattheo, sensing her presence, glanced over at her before turning back to the girls. He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a teasing murmur. "You know, I really love your eyes, their shining like saphiers," he purred, earning him a few more giggles. Y/n felt her cheeks flush, her anger rising. But then, Mattheo did something unexpected. He casually winked at her before turning back to the group of girls.

Y/n quickly turned on her feet, walking away from the group. He knows what he's doing and he knows how she's going to react to it, what he doesn't know is that she's going to punish him for it. As she stormed through the hallways, her eyes scanned the halls, searching for any signs of Fred and George. She knew that they would have some sort of prank ready to help her get back at the girls. Finally, she spotted them leaning against a wall, grinning ear to ear. "I need your help," she said, her voice sharp and calculated "I need a prank, something big."

Fred and George grinned even wider at Y/n's demand. "Oh, you've come to the right place," George said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "We've been working on a little something special. Something that's sure to make any girl turn blue in the face."

Y/n nodded, her emerald eyes narrowing with determination. "Let's see it," she growled.

The twins shared a knowing look before pulling out a small, innocuous-looking bottle from their robes. "This is our latest invention," Fred began, his tone proud. "It's called the 'Blue Moon Potion.'"

Y/n raised an eyebrow skeptically. "And how does it work?"

"Just like the name suggests," George explained, "when a girl drinks it, she will turn a deep shade of blue. It's completely harmless, but it's enough to make anyone look ridiculous."

Y/n grinned, her teeth white against her pale skin. "Perfect. I want you to slip it into these girls' pumpkin juice at breakfast." She paused, handing them a list of names. "But I want them to know it's from me. Make sure they know they've been warned." I hand them a sack of galleons and raise a brow, "That enough?" I ask, watching them carefully.

Fred and George took the list and the galleons, pocketing them quickly. "That should be more than enough," George assured her. "Don't worry, we'll make sure they know it's from you. Just sit back and enjoy the show."

With a nod, Y/n turned and walked away, her heart racing with anticipation. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she thought about the girls' reactions when they turned blue. It would be the ultimate prank for the month, and it would prove to Mattheo that she could trust him to keep his word.

The next morning, as the students filed into the Great Hall for breakfast, Y/n took her seat across from Mattheo. Her heart was racing, but she tried to appear calm and collected. She glanced over at the group of giggling girls from the night before, and for a moment, she wondered if they had any idea what was about to happen.

As they sat down at their table, Fred and George slipped into the seats behind them, carefully pouring a few drops of the Blue Moon Potion into their pumpkin juice. They waited until the girls had taken sips before disappearing back into the crowd.

Time seemed to slow down as Y/n watched the girls drink their juice. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her as they took their first sips. Then, one by one, they began to cough and choke, their faces turning an increasingly shade of blue. The Great Hall erupted into chaos as students began to point and laugh at the poor girls.

Mattheo, sitting across from her, couldn't hide his grin. He leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper. "You did it, didn't you?" Y/n felt a blush creeping up her neck, but she kept her expression neutral. "I had a little help," she replied, nodding discreetly in Fred and George's direction. They were now standing on their chairs, laughing hysterically as they waved to the crowd.

The girls, still coughing and turning an even deeper shade of blue, began to look around frantically for the culprit. Y/n couldn't help but feel a small thrill of victory as their accusatory glances flickered in her direction. She held their gaze defiantly, her eyes flashing with confidence.

As the breakfast period came to an end and the girls were led away, their blue faces still a testament to Y/n's ingenuity, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She glanced over at Mattheo, who was still watching her with that amused grin. He gave her a wink, and for a moment, she felt a warmth spread through her chest.

Later that night Y/n had Mattheo handcuffed to her bed refusing to give him any stimulation. "You're going to stay here and service me until you've earned my trust back." She told him as he lay there bound and unable to move. "And that's going to take a very long time." She smirked as she straddled his hips and began to slowly grind against him. "I want you begging for me, Matty" She whispered in his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

Mattheo groaned, his hands flexing against the cuffs. "I'm not sure I'll ever get to that point, Y/n," he said, trying to maintain his composure. "You're so… so good." He arched his back against the mattress, feeling her warmth pressing against him.

Y/n laughed, a seductive sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, you'll get there eventually," she purred, leaning down to capture his lips with her own. Her tongue danced with his, and she began to rock her hips harder against him. She could feel the tension building inside of her, and she knew he was close.

With a triumphant cry, Mattheo climaxed, his body tensing beneath hers. Y/n rode out the wave of pleasure, enjoying the feel of him inside her. Finally, she pulled away, her chest heaving. "There," she said, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her lips. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" she grips his jaw in her hand, "Give me another one" She demanded, her voice laced with desire.

Mattheo groaned, his body still reeling from the orgasm. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with need. "You're killing me, Y/n," he murmured, squirming under her.

She leaned down, their faces inches apart, and whispered, "That's right, Matty. You're mine now." Her words sent a shiver down his spine. As he continued to catch his breath, she reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra. His eyes widened as her breasts spilled free from their lacy confines, their nipples hard and pebbled. "You can make this easier on yourself," she purred, running her fingers teasingly through his chest hair. "You know you want to."

Her words were like a match to dry kindling, and Mattheo's desire exploded once more. He threw his head back, arching his back off the bed as he tried to reach for her, his hips bucking against the restraints. "Please, Y/n," he groaned, his voice strained. "I can't take much more of this."

She leaned down, her breath warm against his ear. "You think you can handle this?" she taunted, her hand finding its way between their bodies and teasing him expertly. Mattheo's hips bucked wildly, his body convulsing as he came for a second time, his seed spilling onto their stomachs. "There you go that's it, give me another one" she demans, her voice low and sultry.

He looked up at her, his eyes glazed over with desire, his chest heaving. "I don't know if I can," he managed to say between ragged gasps. "it hurts." She smiled wickedly, her hand moving faster, expertly bringing him closer to the edge before slowing down at an agonizing pace, "You wanted this right, you were practically begging for it," her eyes narrowed down at him, "I have nothing to apologize for do I? you're the one that's in the wrong"

The words stung, but they only made him want her more. He arched his back off the bed, his hips bucking against the restraints as he felt his control slipping away. "Please, Y/n," he whimpered, his fists clenching uselessly at his sides. "I need you."

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "You need me?" she purred, her hand still moving between them. "You need my touch?" She increased the pressure, her fingers circling his aching tip. "Then beg."

Mattheo's world narrowed down to the sensation of her hand on his skin, the heat of her body against his. His throat tightened as he fought for air, let alone words. "Please," he managed to choke out. "Please, Y/n."

She leaned forward, her breath hot against his neck. "Please what, Matty?" Her hand moved faster, her fingers finding purchase inside him. "Please give me what I want?"

With a hoarse cry, he came for a third time, his body convulsing in her grip. "Please, Y/n," he gasped, his eyes squeezed shut. "Please make it stop." He was so close now, so close to surrendering to her, to giving her what she wanted.

Mattheo looked up at her, his vision still blurred from the pleasure and pain. He tried to form words, to respond to her taunts, but all that came out was a low, raspy moan. His body felt spent, his limbs heavy and numb. As she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his neck, he could feel the weight of her words, the truth behind her words.

"Poor Matty, trying to act smart and play with other girls when you're just a dumb pretty boy," She wraps a hand around his throat, "You're just supposed to sit and look pretty for me until I need you to be drooling under me." Her words were like a knife to the heart, digging deeper into his soul. "You know you belong to me, don't you?" She hisses, her grip tightening around his throat.

Her breath was hot against his ear as she whispered, "You're just my little plaything." The words were like a cold, hard slap across his face. He felt his body trembling under her touch, a mixture of fear, shame, and desire coursing through him. "And you'll always be mine." Her fingers danced across his skin, teasing and taunting him. "You can't deny that, can you?"

He couldn't speak, couldn't move. All he could do was nod, feeling the weight of her words crushing him. "Good boy," she purred, leaning in closer. "Now, don't you want to please me? Don't you want to show me how much you need me?" Her hand moved lower, her fingers slipping between his legs. "Come on, Matty, show me how much you want this."

As she continued to torment him with her touch, he felt a stirring within him, a desperate need to please her. He arched his back off the bed, his hips bucking against the restraints as he tried to reach for her, to feel her skin against his. "Please, Y/n," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Please, I need you, need it so bad"

She smiled down at him, her eyes glittering with amusement and satisfaction. "Oh, you need me? you need me now? What about those other girls, I could go get one of them for you" I say halting all of my movements. "Go on, I'll wait" I smirk as I lean back on my haunches, my hands now resting casually on my lap.

Mattheo's body tenses at my words, his chest heaving as he struggles for air. "Please, Y/n," he whimpers. "Don't leave me like this." His hips buck again, his movements becoming more desperate.

I watch him for a moment longer, enjoying the power I have over him, before leaning forward and running my tongue along his earlobe. "I could let you come again, if you beg nice enough," I whisper, my breath hot against his skin.

His body shudders at my words, his fingers curling into fists in the restraints. "Please, Y/n," he pleads, his voice thick with desire. "Please let me cum." His hips buck harder against the bed, his cock aching for release.

I smile down at him, pleased with his submission. "Oh, you're such a good boy," I murmur, my hand moving faster between his legs. "You're always so eager to please me." I slide my middle finger inside him, feeling him tremble at the invasion of heat and wetness. His muscles clench around my finger, and I can feel the tension building in his body.

With a final thrust, I curl my finger, finding his prostate and massaging it with just the right amount of pressure. His body goes rigid, his back arching off the bed as he comes for a fourth time, his cries muffled by the pillow. As he gasps for air, I lean in and kiss him gently on the lips. "There," I whisper, my breath warm against his skin. "That's a good boy, isn't this meant to be, you crying and squirming under me"

I slide my finger free from him, watching as he continues to pant, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Now, are you ready to do what I say?" I ask, my voice soft but firm. He nods, his eyes still closed, his body still trembling from the release. "Good, I don't want this happening again"

But alas, some puppies don't learn their lesson the first time so you have to teach them how to behave by punishing them again.

#fypシ #y/n #send help #mattheo riddle #mattheo x y/n #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo smut #smut #male bottom

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brbrbrbruh · 1 month

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hehe fluffy kitty

#art #digital art #tomarry #gay art #harry potter #hp fanart #tomarrymort #tom x harry #tom riddle #tmrhp #bottom harry potter

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fayeisuppose · 3 months

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I’m not a ‘I can fix him’ or ‘I can make him worse’ I’m a ‘I can stare at him in adoration as he commits several war crimes and murders a family of five’

#Jason Todd #lucifer morningstar #husk hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #prince zuko #loki laufeyson #like any angsty emo trauma riddled loser bottom

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everybodyhatesari · 6 months

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Seeing a character in a new light for a few hours after they cheat on u in a fanfic Is a different kinda pain 💔

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aki-shun · 1 year

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Concubine Of The Red King [M!Reader x Riddle Rosehearts]

Forget his appearance in the game as Riddle is an adult in this story. Not much of an exaggeration, he just longer and that's it.

You will hardly see the name 'Riddle' at the beginning of the article, but towards the end of the article this will increase.😏

Warning: V!rg!n Riddle, Little hard(?), Smut, Grammatical errors, Not proofread

The clouds were already starting to gather. Even nature now operated according to the rules set by the kingdom. Not a thunder or a raindrop has landed on the earth, at least for now. This time it would be different from what seen since you arrived. You barely let out your deep breath. Because you know that if it goes on like this, you're the one who will be there next time. And it depends on a single sentence that comes out of his mouth.

You have been in the palace for 2 years. You don't know why, but suddenly you find yourself the concubine of the king who took the throne. Actually, it's probably because of your family, but that's not the point right now. You have seldom seen the face of the king since you came. You haven't had a relationship with him yet, and not just you. None of his other concubines had an affair with the king. The king did not have a partner, and yet he was not interested in any concubines. There were three other concubines with you. And now that number would be reduced.

Even after all these years, the King was not with anyone. Except for you, all the concubines were complaining about this situation. And the situation gave rise to silent gossip and incidents. One of the concubines was spreading rumors about the King's behavior. 'He doesn't stay with us because his tool is small, and yet he has a concubine.' 'It should definitely be a sub. Someone who likes to be fucked by others.' 'Have you seen Trey, the King's right-hand man, he's very friendly with the King. There must be a relationship between them. For the King neither chooses a partner nor spends the night with us.' and more of these rumors. You and the other two concubines were uncomfortable with this situation because your head was no longer above your neck because of these rumors. At the same time, the concubine who spread these rumors could not be said to be a very good person. They was causing problems for other concubines, including you. And now they was under the guillotine.

Another concubine, who could not stand what this concubine did, requested a private meeting with the King herself and complained about the concubine. Hearing this, the King was not very happy. His face turned the color of the red roses in the garden and he gave the order to the soldiers. This situation was a special situation that took place inside the palace, so it would not take place in the courtyard of the city like other executions, but in the garden behind the palace itself. Another feature that distinguishes it from other executions is that you could watch some executions as concubines, but from behind the crowd, depending on the magnitude of the crime. But now you are standing right behind the King. The king himself ordered you to watch this situation from the front as concubines. An order that tastes like a lesson to you. A lesson that foreshadows what will happen to you if something like this happens. You peeked into the king's face. His red hair framed his face. His gray eyes were as dull as the expression on his face right now. He was sitting on his red throne, just like everything else in the palace. You can tell from the way he sits that he has all the authority. You were just behind the throne, while the other two concubines were standing just to your left. Trey, the king's right-hand man, was just a few steps behind you. Even if you couldn't see it, you could feel that he was looking at you. You looking at the other concubines. One of them had a terrified expression on their face, and if you had called them, they would have started crying immediately. The other was not so tense. After all, they was getting rid of that concubine now. And now they was under the second guillotine.

While the last words of the concubine were taken before them head was taken, the concubine revealed the secret of the concubine who had revealed them. The other concubine was having an affair with a soldier from within the palace because the king was not interested in them. Moreover, besides you concubines, a few more soldiers knew about this relationship. When the king learned of this, his face was turning into blood red on. He suddenly turned to his left and looked at the concubine. The concubine began to deny it, but suddenly Trey interrupted them. He was informed by other soldiers and the certainty of the situation was understood. The concubine and them lover joined the other concubine under the guillotine.You and the other concubine are now the only concubines left.

A little sketch I drew after writing the article. Now go and be blessed.

You were having breakfast with other concubine. Neither of you has been well since the incident you witnessed yesterday. Especially your friend. Their not the type to watch these things happen, and you could never calm them down after the execution was over. They only calmed down when they was tired and enslaved to sleep.

'Are we next?'

The room fell silent. The concubine's eyes began to water again and roll down them cheeks.

'We didn't do anything wrong. As long as we don't, we're safe.'

As soon as you finished your sentence, soldiers filled the room. They took you and your friend to a hall in the part of the palace that you don't visit much. You saw them. The king and his right hand were drinking tea and eating tarts. Riddle Rosehearts, King of the Queendom of Roses, or 'Red King' in the mouth of Ace, a friend of yours who is a soldier in the palace. The two of them seemed to be chatting before you two entered the room, so of course they stopped talking when you walked in. After a moment of silence, Trey began to speak.

'The events that happened yesterday happened because of the learned facts. If those two hadn't committed crimes they shouldn't have done, they would be with us now. Because of this incident, both the name of our king and the name of the kingdom were tarnished. Therefore, you concubines are now under surveillance. But first of all..'

Trey reviewed the papers he was holding. Then he looked at you two again.

'We did not break any of the rules you mentioned.'

'279. According to the rule, concubines must be subject to the king. They both broke that rule. Likewise, according to rule 302, a concubine cannot be with anyone other than the king.'

You spoke. With these words, all eyes were on you. Even the king who hasn't looked your way since you entered the room. His facial expression was not very encouraging.

'Maybe you might be treating us like idiots just because we're concubines, but we're not. We know why those two were executed and their crimes.'

'Even if you didn't say it orally - that's the nature of your speech to us. But I will say something to you. Those two were executed for breaking the rules. Have you ever wondered why they broke these rules? Our esteemed king, have I ever done to concubines what a king ought to do. A whole two years is just easy to say. But only we know how long that period is. So I ask you, King Rosehearts, why do you keep us concubines in the palace against your will.'

'I didn't tell you you were stupid [last name].'

Silence. Nobody was talking. Your friend standing next to you was looking at you in surprise. Likewise, Trey was looking at you with the same expression, even the soldiers in the room. Only one person was looking at you with that a difrent expression. Riddle was looking at you with an even stranger expression. No wonder or anger. He turned his eyes away from you and looked at your friend next to you.

'You. Do you want to be freed?'

As can be seen from the expression on they face, your friend turned to the king in fear and stammered something.

'As you see fit, my king, so yeah-noo i mean i just your highne-'

'Of course, sir.'

'Sufficient. Trey, collect this concubine's things, I'm freeing them'

Trey led the concubine out of the hall with a few soldiers.

'The rest of the soldiers, you go out.'

It was just you two in the room now.

You were sitting on the balcony thinking about that day. You thought something would happen when the two of you were alone that day, but it didn't. Instead, he continued to eat the tart, telling you to take the dishes when finished and left the hall. After staring at the dirty plate for a few minutes, you took it. You were now officially the only concubine because she didn't set you free (what we want)

A few days passed, maybe a week. After dinner, you were continuing the book you started yesterday. While you were reading the book, there was a knock on your door and a few servants entered your room. They said they will prepare you for spending the night with the king. Wait, what- You gonna spend the night with that guy? This was something you never expected. Before you could say anything, they picked you up from your seat and started preparing you.

I will say only one thing. You got a nice ass but my drawing style is like a shit..

You were standing in front of his door. Your thoughts are so crowded that you don't even know what to think. You knocked on the door and waited. A 'come in' sound came from inside. It's too late to go back now. He is busy with something on his desk in his room. You stand in the doorway and watch him. He goes about his business as if you weren't there. You can't help but ask.

'Why did you call me?'

Is this guy kidding you?! After two whole years and the events that took place? Youre sure to be missing a few boards on his head. You walked towards him. He was dealing with documents related to the kingdom. You wanted to examine him a little while you were this close to him. After all, you don't always see his face. You don't know if it's his hair color, but for some reason his ears were red. He was nervously filling out documents. His breathing pattern was too pronounced, you could even hear the sound of breathing. It was obvious that he was biting his lips. Wait, he was nervous. Was it because you are here now, all this tension? Okay, now you're nervous too. You don't know why, but after seeing him like this, you had a strange feeling.

'To do what a king does with a concubine.'

'Why are you suddenly doing such a thing?'

'Because I'm a king.'

'Why are you acting like that'

'How am I behaving?'

'After all this, you seriously want me to do this? Do not be funny.'

His voice echoed in the room. He was angry, but his face did not change color.

'I'm not funny!'

'It really is the business of a king to sleep with anyone who comes his way? Concubines, partners, prostitutes, it doesn't matter! A king can't sleep with everyone just because he's a king. If he doing this, that person will not become a king. Others were not worthy to be with a king. If I were with them just because they look good, I would not only defile myself, but also violate my dignity and principles.'

'Why me then?'

'I was going to free you both when you came to the room that day, but you proved yourself by speaking.'

'This is complete nonsense.'

'So you wanted me to sleep with someone every night since the day you came and take a concubine to the palace?'

You don't know what to say in front of this sentence. So you came as a concubine, but still.. While you were thinking about this, he approached you and grabbed your chin and kissed you. (Finally the expected part.)

He was nervous and timid in his movements. Although he seemed confident and cold-blooded when speaking, he was rather shy. Maybe it's because he's a virgin. You don't know if he's a virgin, but he's definitely embarrassed right now. His ears were as red as strawberries. He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him. But he couldn't even do that properly. Well, if our king is shy and doesn't know exactly what to do then you should help him as his beloved concubine. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stuck your tongue in his mouth. He was obviously taken aback by what he had done, but he didn't care. He slowly led you to the bed and climbed on top of you. He looked at you but then immediately turned his head. He took some oil from his nightstand and poured it on his hand. He braced his fingers at the entrance and looked at you as if asking your permission. You nodded your head in agreement, then swallowed lightly and inserted two fingers. The cold of the oil made you shiver, but your grumpy Riddle couldn't help but feel the warmth inside. He twisted his fingers in it and started scissoring. You were covering your mouth with your right hand to hold back your own voice. He was twisting his fingers as if he was searching for something inside you. He suddenly pressed his fingers to a point. Your moaning became one as he pressed on that part. He continued to press on that point. As he continued to press on that spot, his moans became harder to hold and your legs trembled with every movement. Riddle was trying to keep your legs open with his other hand on the loose. You could feel yourself approaching climax when he pulled his fingers away. After whining a little, you realized that he was preparing herself. It was 5.5 or 6 inches. He placed his head carefully, but tucked the rest in. It was hard for you to hold back your moan. He pulled the hand that you had covered and locked it above your head with the other hand.

'I want to hear your moans.'

He turned you face down and lifted your ass in the air. He held your hips tightly, but not so hard to leave a mark. He bent over you and started sucking on your neck. His hips were in no particular order. He was moving with firm steps, though not fast. You could hear Riddle's grunts. He grabbed your hair, causing you to lift your head.

'Moan my name… groan my name!'

His voice sounded like he was needy. But what could you do? The king's orders are to be carried out. Riddle.. A-ahh Ri.ddle You moaned his name every time he hit you. Even though his stride was erratic, he managed to hit that spot well. He pulled your hair back, making you look at him. He pulled you back into a long kiss. Unlike your first kiss, this one was more successful. You felt yourself approaching the climax again. Ridd-le.. Riddle ı-ı gona be c..cum. It didn't take long for you to cum after you said that sentence. Riddle didn't stop, even though you've only just vacated. He was chasing after his own pleasure. The closer you got, the tighter your hips tightened. It would leave a mark. His growls increased, his pace increased compared to before, and his steps deepened. After the last few moves, it emptied into you. Breathless, he turned you on his back again after he had recovered himself. He leaned over your collarbone and placed kisses there. He started to play with your nipple with one hand. He looked at your face to see your expressions as he played with your nipple. Your eyes were wet and your cheeks were red. There was a thin line of saliva running down your chin. He leaned towards your ear.

'The others made me very angry. The number of people who break the rules is increasing every day. I'll take my stress off you tonight.'

He went into the back. This time his pace was more regular. He threw one leg over him shoulder and bit the hickey into their calf. One hand was still on your chest. Riddle..RID-DLE Only his name was coming out of his mouth. And this situation increased his libido even more.

'Don't worry, sweet rose. This night will be very long.'

Tell the truth, are my arts really that bad?

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland × male reader #twisted wonderland × bottom male reader #male reader #bottom male reader #twst smut #twst x male reader #disney twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle #riddle × reader #riddle × male reader #riddle smut #male reader smut

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machiavellli · 5 months

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The slytherins and an alignment chart…part III

I honestly don't know who the "hungry idiot" should be

<- part II

-> part IV

#alignment chart #from the top to the bottom left to right we have:#Tom riddle #lorenzo berkshire #blaise zabini #Theodore Nott #y/n (I don’t know why I’m putting her…but why shouldn’t I? maybe she will become an oc lol)#draco malfoy #pansy parkinson #mattheo riddle #slytherin #incorrect slytherin quotes #slytherin friend group #slytherin boys x reader #harry potter #my edit #tumblr polls #meme #reader

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merakiui · 7 months

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omg, dacryphillia with Azul like mentioned in your last post please, please, please, I need it-

>:) imagine wringing so many orgasms out of him that he can't cum anymore and he's sobbing because he's so exhausted and overstimulated, tears streaking down his cheeks in fat, salty globs. His makeup is an absolute mess, all smeared and smudged, and there's ink dribbling from his lips because at some point you made him ink with your ministrations. <3 you're telling him he can cum one more time, right? He's a good boy, right? He's your perfect, pretty, crybaby Azul, right? Just once more and then you'll kiss his tears away and let him fuck you if he's still feeling it.

Azul is so convinced he's an ugly crier because he hiccups and heaves and gets so snotty and whines and whimpers like the world is ending, so he always tries to avoid breaking down in his daily life no matter how tough things get. But then you get your hands on him and he's reduced to a squishy, crybaby octopus and he hates it because he doesn't want to be that, but you're mixing sweetness in with the bitter and it feels good. Yes, he's a crybaby, but he's your crybaby. Your cute, handsome, lovely crybaby octopus who's cumming dry and drooling ink and saliva; and his eyes keep rolling back up into his head and he's arching his back on the mattress, his fingers curling into the sheets. You send him to heaven every time you do this, and he's so addicted to you and your voice and the feeling of your hands and mouth wrapped around his poor weeping cock. :(

You take everything he's worked so hard to become: the untouchable, charismatic, silver-tongued businessman; and you reduce him to something pathetic and weak and blubbery with just a few skillful touches and kisses. But, oddly enough, he doesn't mind it. Because when he gets like this, you still love him and you always shower him with affection before, during, and after. He's so hooked on all of these feelings you give him, and the feeling of your tongue lapping up his tears is a heady ecstasy he's fallen for.

If you ever leave him, he'll cry an ocean and then you'll really have no choice but to drown in him.

#meraki thirsts #n/sfw #tw: dacryphilia #i keep forgetting i have a tag for thirsts ^^;;;; oops #ANYWAYS!!!!! back on my azul agenda (which is essentially every day if you're an azul fan LOL) <3 #cutest crybaby in the world i love him T_T #second best crybaby award goes to riddle #but also crybaby vil....... that scene in book six where he's WEEPING all the way from styx to nrc #for obvious completely understandable reasons of course!!!#but giving him head so good he starts sobbing or maybe he's fucking you so good and he just can't help it... hmmm #:o pathetic crybaby bottom tweels........ uuuuwwaaaa orz #too many thoughts in my brain >_<

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༒ 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒕. 𝟏𝟎 ༒

Continuation of Oh to be in a pretty dress and have a gun

Sub! Tom Riddle x Dom! Fem! Reader Tom Riddle x Abraxas Malfoy Genre: smut

Summary: we just want to see Tom fucked by your strap-on in front of his follower.

Warning: Minors DNI. Praise kink. Dumbification. Subtle mom kink. Degradation. Voyeurism. Anal sex. M/M/M/M/F. Fivesome. Edging. Orgasm denial. Tom worshipping you. Nymph!Tom. Objectification. Everyone wants a slice of Tom's cakes.

"She’s changed. Abraxas could only watch in horror. She was no longer the shy, timid, and obedient girl that used to follow everywhere after Tom.

Now, she was the one who held him on a leash."

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{𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔}

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Abraxas Malfoy was about to go insane.

No owls. No patronus messages. Nothing.

Only a short visit he said. Just to convince Y/L/N to join the crusade, he said. Abraxas believed Tom Riddle; it was true that Y/L/N’s last name held great political and social influence in the wizarding world.

But, when the Dark Lord did not return to the Malfoy Manor after two full days, it was a major concern.

“Get out of the way, Atticus,” Abraxas hissed through gritted teeth. “His safety is my responsibility.”

Atticus was still adamant about not letting him pass through the door, his large figure towering in front of him.

“I’m warning you, Malfoy,” Atticus’ low grumble came across a lot calmer than Abraxas. “I could easily charge you for trespassing.”

“And you for kidnapping,” Abraxas retorted, whipping a wand dramatically out of his robe. At the sound that resembled Tom’s yelp, he grew more agitated. “Now move,” he pointed the wand at Atticus.

Atticus merely rolled his eyes and moved out of the way to the door. “Have it your way,” he sighed.

Abraxas dashed and hurled himself at the door. The door opened quite easily, contrary to his expectation.

“Tom!” he shouted as he attempted to gain back his balance. But the sight that welcomed him was enough to make his head spin again.

No. What was happening in the room was far beyond ‘networking’.

Tom Riddle, his Dark Lord, was bent over the office desk, gripping at the edge as he was thrusted by a cylinder. His shoulders and back tensed under Y/N’s hand, her hand using the grip on him to thrust into him. The curious cylinder– what very much looked like it was made for this purpose– was attached to her hip with belts.

“Welcome, Abraxas,” it was Y/N who said through her short breath.

Abraxas followed your gaze onto the Dark Lord, panting like a dog as he arched his back.

“What are you doing to him?!” Abraxas shouted, coming across more like a desperate plea.

“It’s–, it’s alright, Abraxas,” Tom managed to say through his moans. He slightly angled his head towards him, but his hooded eyes were not brave enough to see his devout follower in the eyes. “It will–, just be a minute, and we can go home–”

Tom’s scattered speech was cut short by Y/N’s thrusts, deeper now.

“Oh, come now,” you pouted dramatically, “You’re not leaving already, are you?”

Her eyes, burning with desire, turned towards Abraxas, sending a shiver down his spine. She’s changed. Abraxas could only watch in horror. She was no longer the shy, timid, and obedient girl that used to follow everywhere after Tom.

Now, she was the one who held him on a leash.

“Things just got fun,” she murmured into Tom’s right ear, the hot breath tingly on his skin.

You watched him clench his hands on your desk, only responding in tremble and violent shakes. You raised your brows at Atticus and Eridanus, barely noticeable, signalling them to come over. They were more than happy to comply.

Atticus hungrily watched Tom as his body slammed against the edge of the desk, the Dark Lord's intent eyes staring, almost glaring up at Atticus challengingly. Atticus’ hands reached into his hair, messing it up even more. Without a word, he gave into his desire and started tracing passionate kisses down his neck, burying himself into Tom’s skin as if he desperately craved it. Eridanus, on the other hand, snaked his hands up and down Tom’s torso, tracing kisses down his left collarbone.

Tom leaned into Atticus’ head, closing his eyes, but his mouth parted open to let out occasional sighs.

Watching your three men entwine with each other, as your henchmen treated Tom like the most expensive whore, a deep desire ignited in your core. Only to be interrupted when your ears caught Tom mumbling some words in short breaths.

“What was that, Tommy?” you asked.

Your eyes were almost maniacal when they turned to Abraxas, his eyes mortified and his expression petrified. You beckoned him over, watching contently as he slowly made his steps towards the entangled bodies.

Tom opened his tired eyes up to the heaven. “I want to–,” he breathed out.

“I–...” but, his voice trailed at Abraxas’s feet that came to a halt in front of him. His eyes followed up to find Abraxas towering over him, his eyes furrowed in a mixture of disappointment, torment, and concern. Like a tidal wave, Tom felt his arousal retreat, like a cold wave that came to grip and nip at his heart instead.

“Glad you got to join us, Malfoy,” Y/N was oblivious to his squirming under Malfoy’s gaze. Perhaps, she didn’t care, even. Malfoy’s eyes raised to meet Y/N flash the kindest smile, “I think you’re just in time to see him cum.”

“It’s just so fun to bully a Dark Lord,” you snickered, roughly pulling and rustling Tom’s hair.

As expected, Tom whipped his head to send you a petrifying glare, the same one he sent at Eridanus, you presumed. But, knowing Tom inside and out, there was nothing that he could do that could scare you.

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes. “Eridanus, please humble him.”

Eridanus slid off the desk only to dive underneath it. There was a low grumble as Tom groaned at Eridanus’ mouth that just wrapped around his member. His eyes rolled backwards, sighing into the pleasure that was slowly obscuring his embarrassment.

“You were just saying, Tommy?” she gently brushed his hair, who was now averting Malfoy’s eyes to the side, biting down on his lips.

He mumbled again, his cheeks flustered.

You slowed down until the rattling of the desk died down. “Were you able to catch that, Malfoy?” you furrowed.

Seemingly still in shock, Abraxas shook his head. You leaned to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of the Dark Lord who had opted for burying his face down.

“Sorry, Tom. We couldn’t catch that,” you felt a mean smirk reaching your lips. “Could you say that again?”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Tom almost shouted. “I want to come. I want to fucking come already.”

“Happy?” he turned a pair of reproachful eyes to you.

“I am,” you smirked, catching a glance at Malfoy’s flabbergasted expression. You gripped his slender waist, and rewarded him by picking up a pace again, eliciting another moan from him.

“You’ve been so good, right, Tom?” you murmured into his ear as you pushed further into him. Something had changed within Tom, as lust clouded his eyes and he sunk himself deeper on top of you, nodding. It was surprising how much he can take in for his first time. “You’ve been hard and ready for the whole day.”

Atticus had moved onto nibbling on his neck, leaving traces of dark purple down his neck. He moved his large hand up to cover Tom’s airways, holding his nostrils down. Tom fluttered his eyes shut, furrowed eyes of Abraxas disappearing behind his eyelids.

“You want to bust your nuts all over my desk?” you continued into his ear. Tom nodded fervently, his brows furrowing deeply. “Squirt all over my expensive stationery?”

You smiled as Tom shut his eyes tight, the climbing orgasm gripping his body whole. Tom was really enjoying the idea of tainting your desk, the idea of leaving his mark.

“Did you want to ask anything?”

Atticus finally removed his hand, eliciting from Tom a gasp for air. “I want to–, I need to come, Y/N,” he breathed out.

Eridanus had crawled out from underneath the desk, intent on respecting Tom’s wish to come at your hand. Eridanus’ hand gripped at Tom’s cheeks, and his lips now lay pressed against Tom’s, who passionately returned the kiss.

He parted the kiss, his intent eyes boring into those of Eridanus, his eyes blinded with nothing but lust. “I want it more than anything,” he breathed out before sealing those lips again. “I need to come on your cock,” he said again and again like a mantra in between his kiss with Eridanus, a string of saliva connecting between them.

“Fuck,” Tom gasped, breaking off the kiss to numbly gaze at the ceiling. At this point, Tom did not seem to recognise Atticus leaving bite marks all over his beautiful shoulder.

His black, perfectly-combed hair was now a mess, matted with his sweat. His hole, abused already by two men, was dripping more cum at your every thrust, the white viscous liquid oozing out to make its way down his ass and thighs. The desk rattled loud again as Tom bent over it, taking everything you had to give him.

“Please, let me come, Y/N,” he managed to say from in between his gritted teeth. It was clear that Tom was struggling to contain his orgasm at this point. You sighed, aware that you had to let him come at some point.

“Please,” Tom’s nuts, full and ready to burst, swung at every thrust. “I’m going to come so hard you’ll love it I’ll do anything I promise, you have to let me come,” Tom was babbling incoherently at this point, oblivious to the tears that were welling in the corners of his eyes.

“You can,” your eyes flickered to Malfoy, just having come up with a brilliant idea. “If Malfoy says so.”

Tom cracked his eyes open and uneasily looked up at the said blond, who has been staring at Tom in shock and awe, his chest heaving up and down in heavied breathing. Malfoy blinked a few times, as if willing to wake from his daydream. He stared down at his Dark Lord, on his fours, begging his ex to let him come, and now, glaring up at him in a mixture of desperate pleading and shame and excitement– daring him to leave a judgemental remark on his loss of pride and respect.

Suddenly aware and ecstatic at the power that he held in his hand, “You may come,” Abraxas Malfoy’s voice came out shuddered.

Tom Riddle shook violently, feeling the most intense orgasm rock himself. He gripped the edge of the desk and arched his back. It was beautiful. His slender, pale figure rising to the heavens, his shoulder blades and every one of his muscles tensing under his delicate skin. He gritted his teeth, feeling his hole pulsate around your cock as if to desperately milk cum out of the plastic. He shut his eyes tight just to open them again to see the stars. In the distance, he thought he heard Eridanus and Atticus murmur dirty words of wanting his cum and wanting to see him come on Y/N.

Tom’s eyes caught Abraxas, his cheeks flushed pink, hungrily captivated by something. He followed his line of sight, just to catch himself squirting cum all over Y/N’s desk. He gasped for air, watching it stain Y/N’s ledger, financial records, beautiful letter sets and fountain pen. Underneath his cum, Y/N’s writing bled out, becoming illegible. He blinked several times astonished at his cock that was still pumping out semen far, seemingly every time Y/N thrusted. His vein in the temple stirred, followed by a loud ringing in his ears.

Y/N pulled out of him. It was by far the longest orgasm he had. He numbly stared at the mess he had made on the desk, as well as Atticus and Eridanus who bent over the desk, intent on not wasting his cum like insatiable vultures. A vague image made its root in Tom's mind, that he had signed some kind of an unspoken, invisible agreement - an agreement that dictated that Tom Riddle jr. now belonged to Y/N and not to himself.

That they were all going to feast on him until he had nothing left to offer. Until Lord Voldemort was nothing but skin and bones. Nothing but a mere dusty recollection of an image and hope for change and power.

He felt his arms give out underneath him, nearly falling into the puddle of his own cum before a pair of arms caught him. With his tired eyes, he traced the arms to find Abraxas, holding him securely.

Abraxas' fingers, slick with Tom's cum, traced his lips. His eyes still alight wild desires that Tom has never seen before, searching for more where Tom had nothing left to give. Abraxas' lips found Tom's in a passionate kiss, once again, the bitter taste of his own cum staining the back of his throat.

“Look at the mess you made,” through the veil of his exhaustion, he thought he heard Y/N tsk. Her fingers traced the curves of his body and wrapped around his member.

Tom sighed deeply, closing his eyes and leaning into Abraxas' kiss.

Perhaps, it wasn't too bad. Letting go of Lord Voldemort like this.

A/N: Again, so sorry for the very slow update with this series! I really want to thank you guys for the comments, reblogs that encouraged me to keep writing. With so many new fics that I want to write, these are what brings me back to continuing this!

I think I've written most of the ideas for sub!Tom... maybe 2 or 3 more chapters left🤔 Of course, if there is anything you wanted to see, requests are always welcome!

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