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starchaser-shipper · 1 month

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Fix this - Jegulus

Part two to never enough

@obsessedwith15deadwizards requested a part two

Regulus had been doing his best to avoid James since that fateful night, but James had finally caught up to him. He stood in front of Regulus with a determined expression. Regulus knew he couldn’t just avoid him anymore.

“Potter,” Regulus said with a sharp nod before trying to keep walking.

James blocked his way, reaching a hand out to grab his shoulders. Though he was upset, James still did this gently.

“no. no. no. You don’t get to go back to calling me potter. We got past this, Reg. What happened? What did I do?” James asked desperately.

Regulus fought to keep his expression blank. “Nothing happened. I could just not want to talk to you,” he said, trying to be harsh and scare James away.

James shook his head. “No, something happened. You can’t have just gone from spending the night with me to the next morning I wake up and you’re gone! What happened? Was I too much?”

Regulus snapped his gaze up to meet James’. No matter how much he want to scare James off, he was not going to do it this way.

“No, Ja- Potter. It’s not you. It’s me. I just, can’t do this anymore,” he said quietly.

James’ eyes burned into his. “Everyone says that when they break up. What’s the real reason?”

Regulus clenched his jaw. “I just can’t do this. I’m sorry,” he spoke, starting to turn away.

James grabbed his arm before he could though, and Regulus couldn’t hide the wince. James looked even more concerned now. They both knew James’ hadn’t grabbed him that hard.

“What happened to your arm?” James asked Regulus.

Regulus just shook his head. “Nothing. Please just drop it.”

James kept a hold of the younger boy’s arm, and slowly started to pull up Regulus’ sleeve. Regulus stood frozen as James gasped when he finally revealed the mark.

“Love,” James breathed in a horrified gasp.

Regulus pulled his sleeve back down. “Now you understand why I wanted to break up in the first place.” He spoke.

James looked up to meet Regulus’ eyes again instead of looking at his now covered arm.

“You- you wanted to break up because of the Mark?” he asked quietly.

Regulus just averted his gaze.

“Was this- was this willing?” He inquired.

Regulus shook his head. He felt his breath shorten. “Imperio,” he said with a dry mouth.

James’ eyes widened even more. “What? They- they forced you with Imperio? Those monsters.”

It was surprising for Regulus to see James with such hate in his eyes.

“We’re – we’re going to find a way to fix this, ok? We can fix this,” James assured.

Regulus couldn’t help the tears that filled his eyes.

“You don’t hate me?” he asked incredulously.

“No, Reg, never. I could never hate you. We’re going to fix this, somehow. I promise.”

Regulus allowed James to pull him into his loving arms. He was scared of the future, but with James around, it felt slightly bearable now.

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crazyhearttragedy · 23 days

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Accidental Confessions- Wolfstar

“Moony? Are you okay?” James’ concerned voice jolted Remus out of his thoughts, and he turned to his friend.

“Hmm? Yes, I’m fine,” Remus replied, giving a slightly strained smile before turning back to what he was looking at.

Sirius and some boy (Remus forgot his name, it was irrelevant) were dancing very close to each other, and the boy was whispering suggestively in Sirius’ ear. Remus tried to control the urge to rip his body off of Sirius’.

When he’d agreed to go to the party, he hadn’t expected to see Sirius like this with someone else. Usually when Sirius was drunk he’d cling to Remus. And it was no one’s business but his own if that was the only reason he ever agreed to go to these retched parties anyway.

“you know he’s just doing this to make you jealous, right?” James said, following his gaze.

Remus shook his head with a slight scoff.

“he knows how I feel. He would have said something if he felt the same,” he spoke, not tearing his eyes away from Sirius, just in case.

“But he could be just as blind as you. Besides, he’s Sirius. You know how fucked up his home situation was. Do you think he would ever just put himself out there like that?” James asked.

Remus turned to look at James, giving him a look. “And what happened to not meddling?” He asked, choosing to ignore his previous words.

James held his hands up in defense. “Hey, a man can only stand so long seeing you two pining for each other.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “that’s ironic, coming from you.”

James furrowed his brows. “what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

Remus just shook his head, decided to not get into how James and Regulus would look at each other.

“nothing. Nothing. Besides, even though I do like him, what makes you so sure he likes me? I’ve made it very obvious that I like Sirius, and he hasn’t said a word,” Remus ranted.

The other boy just shook his head. “have you ever just told him outright, just how much you like him?” he suggested.

Remus just shook his head. “And what would I say? ‘hey Padfoot, I have been desperately in love with you since I first met you on the train when we were elven and have pined after you for five years?’”

A gasp was heard behind the boys, and Remus whirled around to see Sirius staring at him with wide eyes. Remus felt his heart drop. It appeared that when Remus was too into his conversation with James that Sirius had snuck up behind them.

“I’m just going to leave,” James murmered. Neither boy turned to look at him.

Remus cleared his throat, looking away from Sirius.

“Um, can we just pretend that you didn’t hear that? It doesn’t have to change anything,” Remus said awkwardly.

Sirius shook his head, eyes still wide. “Is it- is it true? Do you love me?” he asked.

Remus just blushed. “I do,” he admitted, taking a glance to see Siruis’ expression.

A grin broke out across his face. “thank godric,” he murmered.

Remus blinked. This was not the reaction he expected. He was expected hatred, expected this to sever their friendship, but not this.

“Pardon?” he stammered out.

Sirius just leaned forward and met his lips in a fiery kiss. Remus didn’t kiss back for a moment in shock, but when Sirius started to pull back, Remus pulled him back in for a sounder kiss. They only broke apart when they needed air.

“what? What was that for?” Remus asked, out of breath.

Sirius grinned at him. “I love you too, Moons,” he confessed. “I love you too.”

Remus’s face slowly started to mirror Sirius’, and he pulled him back in for another kiss.

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loveandfictionforall · 1 year

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Hello~ could maybe write a oneshot with Draco and Reader how they get lost in the woods? And Draco needs to comfort reader?

"Had you to do it?", you huffed angrily as Draco and you walked through the Forbidden Forest. The trees stood near to each other and every now and then a noise could be heard. "You just wanted to go hear because you saw Potter and his group here. Yeah, well, shit for it because now we are lost!", you continued, nearly shouting the end of your sentence.

Would it been day, it would be easier but instead you stormed after Draco in the evening and the sun was nearly down, making everything eerie and dark.

Draco didn't respond to your outburst. Instead he squeezed your hand harder. He knew that you acted out of fear and to be honest, he was also scared shitless. That was one of his worst ideas.

"What do we do now?", you asked and stopped. Everything looked the same to you and your Lumos does not go very far. You felt like prey and you knew, in the Forest were some things better legt untouched.

"I don't know.", Draco muttered. He came slowly up to your side, his chest nearly touching yours while his head hung low, some of his strands tickling your forehead. "They will notice that we are gone and search for us. But we could maybe send a Patronus.", Draco added. You considered his answer for a second. Then you let your Lumos fade and quicky whispered Expecto Patronum. You got some mist but that was it. Of course you were now not able to to do it right.

Frustated tears gathered in your eyes as you fought the instinct to throw your wand away.

"Hes, it's alright.", Draco whispered and cupped your face in his hands. He turned it towards him, softly wiping the small tears with his thumbs away, his loving and confident gaze on you. "Come, I help you a bit.", he cheekily said and tilted down so he could kiss you.

Like always, his kisses were distracting. You sighed lowly against his lips as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling. Your frustration and thoughts fell right out of a window. Humming with content you put one of your hands in the hair of Draco, lightly pulling it. A mix of a hiss and moan escaped his lips and he pulled away. His eyes looked liquid as he looked at you with a dark gaze. "Not now, darling.", Draco said huskily. He then gave you a kiss on the forehead.

"Try to do it again.", Draco said and gave you some room to move. You missed his presence immediately and thus tried the spell, in the hope of him returning towards you.

This time the spell worked and a Crow looked at you with intelligent eyes. "Search for Professor Snape and lead him here towards you.", you gave the order. The crow mustered you and Draco before he gave a shout and flew away.

"So, now that we know, someone will come... Can we kiss again?", you asked your boyfriend as you cheekily bit on your lower lip. You could see how Draco looked at your lips, his eyes still dark. Without saying anything, he closed the space and kissed you hard.

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shadowbriar · 2 years

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Request Box

Hello everyone!

I just want to mention that the request box is open. I have yet to decide if I want this blog to be a Harry Potter exclusive page, but if you have any request please don’t hesitate to hit the request box. I am open to write other characters aside of The Weasley Twins (though I might not be as good as they are the core of my ideas). So please do stop by the request page and leave an inquiry.

Thank you and I hope your mischief is managed today! x

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bettymylove · 7 months

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READER MAKING OUT HARDCORE WITH THEODORES ABS AND SHE PRACTICALLY CRIES SHES SO HORNY AND THEYRE SO PRETTY SO SHE EVENTUALLY GETS OFFF ON HIS ABS?!

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pairing: theodore nott x reader

content: pure smut, 18+

your hazy state and the fact that theo was just out of the shower were the two things you had decided to blame for your behavior.

you had been painfully horny all day long, so much that it hurt to walk and the only solution you were aware of for your problem was theodore nott also known as your boyfriend.

you had reached his dorm when he was still in the shower, and like the good girl you were you waited for him on his bed not once trying to touch yourself.

theo emerged from the shower with wet hair and water dripping down his body until it reached his very loosely hung grey towel which you were sure was the only piece of clothing he was wearing.

however, your attention was taken up by something else, his abs were the only thing you could focus on.

"baby, what are you doing here? I thought you were busy today" you broke out of your trance after hearing his low and husky voice.

having no patience left, you took long strides towards him and clawed on his chest so that he would angle his face towards yours.

both of your lips met in a fiery kiss, and you detached your arms from around his neck to his shoulders slightly pushing him back so that he would land on the bed with you on top of him.

your kisses started trailing downwards, sucking on his neck long enough to leave a mark.

you had untied his towel and his cock sprung out in response, your kisses finally reached his abs the place you adored the most.

licking all over his abdomen, while sneaking some licks to his dick, you moaned after you heard him groan.

if you thought you were horny before, it was nothing compared to what you were feeling now after theo forcefully put his dick in your mouth to cum in it.

you had started humping the floor out of desperation,you needed the friction,you needed the release.

"are you really such a needy whore, that you have started getting yourself off on the floor?" you only moaned out a breathy moan in response.

you finally had the courage to stand up on your wobbly knees and push theo back down on the bed again.

carefully positioning yourself on top of his abs,you started to move back and forth the friction going directly to your clit.

theo made an animalistic sound at this, "fuck baby, you really love my abs that much, huh?" he was fully smirking seeing you in this form.

"love it teddy" you responded, biting your lip.

"do you fuck your pillow like this, thinking it's my abs?" you blushed at being caught, and only nodded in response.

"you're close aren't you baby, you're gonna cum in your panties like a whore?" he had started helping you fasten your pace so that your could reach your high.

"m'your whore teddy" you managed to make out, and just as you did you reached your orgasm, it was so stretched out that you were shaking by the end of it.

"fuck that was so hot, now don't you think my dick needs a little riding too?" he asked cheekily and you were more than happy to oblige.

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ervotica · 4 months

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boyfriend!theodore nott thots,,, nsfw 18+ only, daddy kink, brief smut

absolutely whipped boyfriend!theo that lets you drape yourself all over him every time you get the chance: in the common room, the great hall, the three broomsticks.

boyfriend!theo that lights your cigarettes for you like the true princess that you are, perched on his lap prettily with the fucking thing dangled between your pouting lips until he quirks a brow, fishing a lighter out of his pocket just for you.

boyfriend!theo that demands your designated seat is his lap. no matter where you are, you're on his lap somehow. legs splayed haphazardly over the meaty flesh of his thighs, calves squished between the roughened tips of his fingers as he kneads the dimpled skin.

boyfriend!theo that's so horrendously down bad for you it makes the other boys nauseous at the sight of you. they're not sure he ever smiled before the pair of you got together, and now he follows you everywhere like a lovesick puppy, face screwing into a simper every time you give him even an ounce of attention.

boyfriend!theo that fucks you so good and so deep that you know everybody knows how well you're getting dicked down every night. the way he folds your little body, ankles by your head as he fucks the attitude out of you, achey cunt suctioning his cock back in when he pulls out until your drooling hole is creaming all over him, huge hand pushing against the side of your face until you're screaming, hair puddled across the pillow beneath you in a mess of frazzled static when you whine and needle your way underneath his armpits, a string of "daddy, daddy, daddy," falling from your kiss-bitten lips.

just boyfriend!theo <3333

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sinnersami · 4 months

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Theo + sucking the life out of his dick

secretly, theodore loved when you took control. it was nice sometimes to just sit back, relax and let you do whatever you wanted with him.

so here he was sat, legs wide open and thighs clenched as you kneeled in between him — your mouth stuffed full of his cock. “oh fuck !”

theodore could only chuckle and curse out when the sides of your mouth sucked onto him harder, teeth grazing against his length. it was blissful, your tongue working miracles while a pair of hands played with his balls.

your eyes were stuck on him, gaze strong and lustful as you licked a stripe teasingly up his length.

his cock felt heavier each time you took him further in your mouth, his balls hitting your chin each time you deepthroated him. with each bop of your head, his mouth slowly dropped wider, the tension in his stomach slowly intensifying.

he was growing restless, fingers digging into the sofa and his breath growing eager as you worked at a euphoric pace. with each hum felt against his dick, you could feel theo twitch; legs flinching and a throaty groan exiting his mouth when you continued to suck him off with great force. “yes… don’t stop !” he sounded whiny and it only spurred you on further.

you let him cum on your tongue — swallowing each last drop — hands busy jacking him off and twisting round his shaft. “that’s it baby, cum for me.”

as he came down from his high, body coming to a halt, you heard shaky moans slip past his lips when you blew on his sore, throbbing tip before edging out your tongue and swirling it around in repetitive circles, his balls clenching.

theo let out a weak mewl, having to forcefully drag his cock out your mouth.

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spectorgram · 5 months

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the letter

theodore nott x f! reader summary: you get a letter from a secret admirer who wants to confess. your best friend is none too pleased. notes: jealous! theodore nott >>> word count: 1.4k

You would think for a magical school, Hogwarts would have better heating or some heating spell, but the Slytherin dorms are frigid as usual as winter creeps up. You fasten your robe clasps and draw it tighter around you, simultaneously trying to tug your skirt down in a futile way to heat yourself up more. Your knee-high socks only do so much and you pretty much give up on the endeavor as you climb up the stairs and head for the Great Hall.

You’re immediately greeted by the cozy warmth of the hall, spotting your friends, all swathed in green and silver robes and knits. Theo spots you first, sliding over and nearly knocking Blaise off the bench. “Blood hell, mate,” Blaise grumbles as you approach, kicking Theo’s leg lightly.

You slip into the space created for you, right in between Theo and Enzo. You stifle a yawn and ask, “Can someone pass the eggs and bacon?”

As Enzo reaches for both platters, Theo’s eyes zero in on your legs. “How are you not cold?”

You frown. “I am,” you reply, piling your breakfast onto your plate, “but Pansy’s demon cat apparently thought my winter tights were toys and decided to scratch them all up.”

Pansy sighs, “I’ve ordered you new ones, calm down.”

Theo drapes his robe over your legs and you smile gratefully at him. He smiles back and your heart flips. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how beautiful he is — all dark caramel curls and long lashes that frame those devastatingly blue eyes. He’s been your best friend since you started Hogwarts and you knew you loved him at first sight. The longer you’ve known him, the more you’ve fallen for him.

It’s a tale as old as the world itself: you’re hopelessly in love with your best friend but you value your friendship far too much to do anything to jeopardize it.

“Mail’s here,” you hear someone say down the table. You look up to the ceiling, which has been enchanted to look like a sky that’s about to break open and drop snowflakes from its clouds. Owls soar in through the openings at the top of the walls, diving down towards their intended recipients.

“Maybe your new tights are here,” Enzo says.

Pansy adds, “I hope so. Then you’ll stop complaining about it.”

You snort, reaching up to grab a letter dropped by your family owl. You feed her a piece of scrambled egg as she takes off back towards the owlery. You tuck your parents’ letter into the inner pocket of your robe just as another owl swoops overhead, dropping a pale blue envelope on your lap.

“Who’s that from?” asks Pansy.

You shrug, using your butter knife to open it up. As you do, Draco grumbles at Mattheo: “For the love of Salazar, stop hogging the pastry basket.”

You skim over the letter addressed to you. You tilt your head in confusion and Blaise asks, “What’s it say?”

Enzo peeks over your shoulder and his face breaks into a smirk. “‘Meet me at the Astronomy Tower at midnight tonight. Signed, Your Secret Admirer.’” he reads.

“What?” Theo suddenly snatches the letter from your hand. You watch in confusion as his eyes dart back and forth. His shoulders tense and his mouth purses into a thin, hard line.

“You doing okay there, Nott?” Matthew asks, shooting a simpering smile at his friend. Theo sends a glare back but doesn’t say anything, the letter’s paper crinkling under his grip.

Pansy asks, “Are you going to go?”

You hesitate, surreptitiously glancing at Theo, startled to find that he’s gazing at you with an intensity you’ve never experienced. You pluck the letter from him and fold it neatly. “I think so,” you say. “I’m interested to see who it is.”

“Be sure to bring your wand,” Draco says. “Just in case.”

“Obviously,” you deadpan. The conversation shifts into whether anyone was prepared for midterms coming up.

You fiddle with the letter in your lap. Theo’s silent for the whole conversation.

You chew on your bottom lip as you reread the same sentence in your textbook for what feels like the hundredth time. The letter has stuck in your head the whole day. It crosses your mind that it could be a prank or a set-up — it’s not a secret that Slytherin isn’t the most popular House among your classmates — but you know you can handle yourself. You’re more worried about how Theo was acting at breakfast. He didn’t say a word the rest of the meal, not even when Enzo and Mattheo tried looping him into the conversation. He just sat there, sullen and gloomy, and his mood seemed to worsen more when you handed him his robe back and said you had to get to class.

You sigh heavily, trying to play out every possible scenario that could happen between you and the letter writer. You check the clock in the library: 11:45; you need to head over to the Astronomy Tower.

You groan, gathering your things, sliding them into your bag, and making your way back to the Slytherin common room to drop off your things in your dorm. “Cacophony,” you supply to the portrait, which swings open to let you in.

The common room is blissfully silent when you enter, a welcome contrast to the mess of thoughts in your head. You’re about to head down the hall to your dorm when you collide against someone. You huff an apology but when you feel their hand on your shoulder, you look up to see Theo. He looks intense, eyes wide and glinting with sharp determination and his mouth still set in that frown from earlier. “Sorry, Theo,” you say. “Didn’t see you there. Where are you going at this hour?”

“I was going to find you,” he replies.

“Oh,” you say. “Well, here I am. Sorry, I’ve got to drop this stuff off and then—”

“Head to the Astronomy Tower,” he finishes for you, “to meet your ‘secret admirer.’”

You don’t like the way he sneers at the last part of his sentence or the way he uses air quotations. You’re about to respond when he says, “Don’t go.”

“What?”

“Don’t go,” he repeats.

“Why not?”

He pauses before saying, “What if it’s someone just having a laugh?”

You bristle, hurt, and you feel your temper flare. “Is it so damn hard to believe that someone might actually have a crush on me?”

Theo laughs, razor-sharp and incredulous, as if he can’t believe that you’re saying something so outrageous, “No, it’s not.”

“Then why shouldn’t I go?”

“Because I don’t want you to!”

“For Salazar’s sake, Theo, you can’t tell me what to do!”

“I know that!”

“Then are you trying to tell me not to go?”

“Because I bloody like you!”

Your heart stutters to a stop. You can only hear the sounds of both of your labored breathing and you suddenly can’t meet his eyes, trying your best to wrap your head around the fact that your feelings are reciprocated. “How long?’ you ask softly, holding your breath.

“Since first year.”

You blink. “Really?”

He rakes a hand through his hair and sighs heavily, “Mattheo’s right; you’re so oblivious.” There’s another beat of silence and he asks, a little shyly, “How do you feel?”

You can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face. “I like you too, Theo. I’ve liked you since first year as well.”

He echoes your “Really?” and it makes you giggle, “I guess we’re both oblivious.”

He joins your laughter and you let your forehead rest on his chest as your shoulders shake. When it dies down, Theo shifts you off him and lifts your chin with his forefinger, any semblance of coyness gone. You gaze into his ocean blue eyes. Salazar, you could drown in them. He offers a charming smile and he leans close, just a few centimeters away, and says, “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyelashes flutter and your voice comes out barely louder than a whisper, “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Your lips meet, fervent and desperate, years of yearning releasing like water through a broken dam. Theo hooks his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible. You wind your arms around his neck, fingers toying with the hair at his nape. He walks you backward, slipping his tongue into mouth as he crushes you up against the wall. He deepens the kiss and your knees go weak.

Theo moves your bag off your shoulder and drops it on the floor. The letter that rested at the top of the pile of possessions falls out, laying forgotten on the ground.

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theosbaby · 2 months

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sundress

theodore nott x fem!reader

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summary; you wear a new sundress to your date with theo, knowing that he loves them on you, and he cannot resist the temptation.

warnings; google translated italian, dom!theo, sub!reader, SMUT without a plot, public sex, praising, pet names, lots of kissing and groping, choking, neck grabbing, hair pulling, fingering, heavy dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink... overall, pure filth.

author's note; english isn't my first language, so you might find mistakes. "helping hand" has reached over a 1.000 notes, TYSM! i'm so happy! hope you enjoy this 🤍

you were trying to hold back your playful giggles as theo pushed you inside the three broomsticks bathroom, his large hand covering your mouth to muffle your cute little laugh so that the rest of customers didn't hear you both sneaking into the ladies restroom.

'what had brought you two there?' you might be wondering... well, that's actually a really short story.

as every saturday, theo and you were in hogsmeade, having a date. it was may, the weather was warm and the sun was shining in the sky, so you had decided to put on a new sundress that your mother had bought you for your birthday a few weeks ago —knowing that theo loved seeing you in that kind of clothing.

the dress was white, with a flared skirt and a corseted body which ended in a low and flattering neckline. it made your body look stunning and theo had almost gone crazy when he saw you earlier; the soft fabric hugging your curves, bringing out the light tan of your skin... he had been literally drooling over you the entire date, and now, he couldn't hold back anymore: he needed to fuck you.

and he couldn't wait until you both were back at hogwarts.

he kicked the bathroom door shut behind you both while peppering kisses along your slender neck, gently sucking and biting your skin to mark you all over; at the same time, his hands groped your body almost desperately.

"you look so fucking beautiful today," theo whispered in your ear.

he tugged at your earlobe between his lips before turning you around to push you against the sink and you hissed when your body hit the cold hard marble kind of roughly.

you chuckled, tilting your head to the side to kiss his cheek as you tangled your fingers in his light brown curls, his hands grasping at your slim waist.

"just today?" you whispered back teasingly, looking up at him with a smirk on your red painted lips.

he chuckled lowly, pressing himself against you as he slipped his hands underneath the hem of your dress to run his hands over the smooth skin of your legs slowly, pulling the fabric up just enough to expose a sliver of bare thigh.

"always beautiful, but today... fuck," he muttered, nuzzling his nose against yours; the smell of his cologne filled your nostrils, making you feel light-headed, "this bloody dress is driving me fucking crazy, cara mia."

"i knew you'd love it..." you couldn't help but giggle against his lips, giving gim a chaste peck before pulling back slightly. "i put in on just for you," you murmured, kissing his neck softly; your red lipstick left a faint stain on his flesh.

theodore smirked, his hands sliding up your thighs to cup your bare ass through the laced fabric of your panties.

"you're a fucking tease, do you know that?" he groaned before leaning in to claim your crimson lips in a scorching kiss.

your eyes fluttered shut, your body melting into his arms at the intimate contact, which made you gasp against his eager mouth. your lips brushed together in a mind-blowing dance while you ran your fingers through his soft hair absentmindedly.

theo broke the kiss just a moment later only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin as his fingers worked to lift your dress higher up, until it was pooling around your waist, his body still pinning you against the sink.

"i need you," he whispered in your ear, his voice thick with desire, "need to fuck you so badly, principessa."

you gasped once again when he pressed his hardening cock against your pelvis, grinding against you in slow motions. you grasped at the sink countertop, your head falling back as he placed wet kisses all the way down to your cleavage.

theo groaned at the sight of your perfect breasts almost spilling out of the neckline of your dress and his hand cupped one of them through the thin fabric, squeezing it tenderly.

"sei bellisima, amore mio," he muttered in italian, his lips pressing against yours hungrily once again. (you're beautiful, my love)

you whimpered into the kiss, feeling your wetness start to pool around in your panties as his thumb toyed with your perky nipple over your clothes until it hardened; your shuddered in his arms.

"theo, please," you stuttered into his lips, words coming out as broken sobs.

theo broke the kiss, his eyes darkening with lust as he looked down at you while his other hand slipped between your legs. his fingers traced along the damp fabric of your panties, feeling how wet you were for him.

"merlin... you're fucking soaked, principessa," he growled, his fingers teasingly brushing against your clit.

you moaned at his action, but quickly nipped at your plump bottom lip to try and hold back any sound that may escape your mouth, not wanting anyone outside the bathroom to hear you... though the thrill of getting caught was indeed turning you on.

theo withdrew his hand and kneeled in front of you, fingers gripping at the waistband of your panties to slid them down your legs while he peppered wet kisses all over your belly and hip bones, slowly moving down.

"we have to make this quick, bella," he whispered, placing one last kiss at your smooth mound as he looked up at you with those deep set eyes of his. "but i promise i'll eat your pretty little pussy later on, yeah?"

the smirk he gave you while he stood up made you weak on your knees. he pulled you into a kiss, hands groping at your thighs and ass cheeks avidly as he practically devoured your mouth —at that point, your red lipstick was smudged all over your faces. he grabbed your wrist to guide your hand towards his crotch and you palmed him delicately, feeling his hard dick twitch at your touch.

theo groaned against your lips, breath hitching in his throat. his hand released your wrist and slid between your legs once more, this time slipping two digits inside of you, gently stretching your tight hole.

"fuck... so wet for me," he whispered against your mouth, teeth tugging at your already swollen bottom lip. "you're fucking dripping onto my fingers, principessa."

his free hand wrapped around your neck, choking you lightly while he moved his digits in and out of you in scissor motions to prepare you for his cock. you gasped for air, letting out a needy cry as you worked to unfasten his belt with shaky hands.

"need your cock, theo... please," you breathed out, cheeks flushed.

theo's hand released your neck, his fingers withdrawing from your pussy to help you slide his pants and boxers down; his throbbing cock sprung free, standing tall against his flat stomach, and your mouth watered at the sight. after that, he grabbed your hips, turning your around and pushing you forward until you were bent over the countertop.

"keep your eyes on me, amore mio," he commanded, his voice rough.

he grasped your hair, tugging at it to pull your head back until your eyes met his on the mirror. his rough grip made you whine and you writhed when you felt the tip of his cock brushing along your slick folds, teasing you.

"theo, please," you whimpered desperately.

he positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, slowly pushing inside while his free hand found purchase at your hip. he groaned loudly, the feeling of your tight heat welcoming him nearly overwhelming.

"so big, oh merlin," you whined at the stretch, letting out a little cry that echoed through the bathroom.

"oh fuck... I love being inside you," he murmured, his eyes piercing yours through the mirror. "che piccola figa così stretta... all fucking mine," he grunted, starting to pound into you. (such a tight little pussy)

you reached to cover your mouth with one of your hands, your palm muting the moans that inevitably left your lips when he began to fuck you against the sink roughly. your other hand gripped at his thigh, your nails digging into his flesh, and you couldn't help but close your eyes tightly, face contorted in pleasure.

he released your hair and his fingers curled around your throat instead, applying light pressure as he groaned; his digits dug into your skin, leaving bright red fingerprints on it.

"look at me while i fuck you," he ordered, forcing you to open your glazed eyes and look at him through the mirror.

his grip tightened on your throat as he slammed his hips against your ass, his cock buried balls deep inside your cunt and hitting all the right spots within you. the mirror reflected his flushed face, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and eyes locked onto yours as he took what he wanted from you, making a moaning mess out of you; thankfully, your hand covering your mouth muffled the sounds.

"damn it... so fucking tight," he moaned, picking up the pace of his thrusts, "pussy feels so good around my cock." he leaned down, his lips meeting your ear as he whispered his filth into it.

he left a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses all over your neck while his cock made you see stars, his free hand finding its way between your shaky legs to rub your puffy clit, causing you to squirm.

"you love this, huh?" he taunted, smirking against your flesh, "you love it when i'm rough with you, don't you, principessa?"

his hand slid up from your neck to grab your hand and pull it away from your mouth, pinning it behind your back, so that you could answer him. though you struggled to do it; the way he was rocking his hips caused his cock to rub against your g-spot with every single thrust, making you feel like your insides were being torn apart in the best way possible.

"hmm, yeah," you cried out in response, "love it when you fuck me hard."

his lips captured yours again and your walls clenched around him as you moaned into his lips, the kiss muting the sounds of your pleasure. you felt the coil in your belly tightening and your clit pulsed underneath his fingertips, signaling your impending orgasm. he broke the kiss, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked down at you.

"you close, bella? he panted, slapping your ass hard enough to sting.

you nodded in response, blubbering incoherent words, unable to form any sentence as he ruined your cunt.

"that's it, baby... cum for me," he grunted, pushing deeper and harder, the sink creaking due to his harsh thrusts. "i want to see your pretty eyes roll back into your head when you cum on my cock."

his filthy words triggered your orgasm.

he watched with satisfaction as your eyes indeed rolled back, your back arching and nails digging into your skin as you covered your mouth once again, trying to silence the moans and cries that slipped from your lips.

"such a mess... so fucking beautiful," he praised.

he bit down softly on his lip before letting out a rough, guttural groan, the feeling of your cunt engulfing his cock too much for him too handle.

"i'm gonna cum inside you," he warned, "gonna breed this tight little pussy, amore."

you let out a whiny moan, your breathing coming out in sharp pants as your walls clamped around his cock in response to his dirty words.

"you want that, huh?" he mocked you, his hand grasping and pulling at your hair to push you back onto his chest. "want me to make you pregnant with my fucking child?"

"yeah," you whimpered pathetically, "want to carry your child, theodore nott."

"fuck," he cursed, letting out a long, low moan as he unloaded his cum inside you, the warm sticky liquid filling your pussy. "buona ragazza," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from collapsing. (good girl)

your legs were completely shaky, making it hard for you to stand up, so you supported yourself on the countertop as you felt him pulling out slowly, his cum dripping out of your abused cunt.

he placed sweet kisses over your back and shoulders as you recovered from your orgasm, whispering soothing things to you while he grabbed his wand to mutter a cleansing spell and get you both all cleaned up.

after composing yourselves, the both of you walked out of the bathroom quietly to not grab any undesired attention, unluckily, pansy parkinson was waiting out of the bathroom, arms crossed and smug grin tugging at her lips; you blushed.

"finally," she claimed, laughing, "you two had fun in there?"

"shut up, parkinson!" theo shouted, grabbing your hand and hurriedly guiding you outside of the three broomsticks.

'we sure as hell did, pansy', you thought as you both walked away.

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crvptidgf · 7 months

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Read For Me

Mattheo Riddle x Reader (smut)

➸ summary: Mattheo finds the perfect way to help the reader relax after a tough day

➸ warnings/notes: sexual content ahead! 18+ ONLY, viewer discretion is advised. TAGS: fingering, slight praise kink, heavy petting, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

➸ requested?: yes ↴

- soft smut where she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost holding the book and turning the pages while she keeps reading it

word count: 1.1k

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YOU HAD BEEN quite stressed the whole day. Nothing seemed to go your way, and when you finally finished your lectures for the day, all you wanted to do was just curl up with your boyfriend on the bed.

That’s where you were currently.

Your back was pressed against his chest as he held up the book you were reading with one hand. The other one was rested against your abdomen as you read aloud, turning the page whenever it was needed.

At some point your eyes drifted away from the book and was instead focused on the way Mattheo’s arms looked under this lighting.

His veins were incredibly pronounced, thanks to the table lamp causing shadows to occur all over his skin. The way his arms flexed when he gripped the book just a little tighter made your stomach flutter, and you tried to ignore his beautiful fingers toying with your stomach.

You looked away, not even noticing that Mattheo had went silent, the book almost completely left off to the side.

“You okay?” he muttered into you ear.

Everything he did was setting your stomach ablaze right now. It didn’t help that his fingers flexed against your tummy as he drew shapes alongside the flesh.

“Mhm,” you said as you nodded, hoping he just ignored you and picked the book back up. You were seriously trying your hardest to not pay attention to how good his arms looked laying at his sides - or in general, really.

Mattheo bit back a smile as he noticed your eyes briefly flicker to his hand that was resting against you. He definitely did not miss the slight movements in your eyes, paying attention to the way your mouth seemed to dry up with every gulp you took.

“Are we still stressed?” he asked, already knowing that’s not what the problem was.

You just nodded. Honestly, you weren’t too sure what he really said. Your eyes were too focused on the way his fingers felt as if they were moving lower down onto your abdomen, slowly reaching the waistband of your shorts. He merely toyed with the elastic, his fingertips never reaching further than your pelvis.

Vibrations rumbled against your back as he chuckled. “Well we can’t have that now, can we?”

Mattheo moved his hand away from your lower half in order to wrap around your waist tightly, holding you close. His other one picked the book back up, lifting it towards your face.

You had no idea what he was doing, and you had no intention of finding out - your mind was still fuzzy from the immense heat that was pooling between your legs from your boyfriend’s previous actions.

“Keep reading,” came his voice suddenly.

He noticed the curious look in your eyes as he strained his neck to face you. “You’re stressed. Reading helps you relax, no?”

“Yeah…?” you were still confused.

Mattheo loosened his grip on your torso to resume messing around with your waistband.

“Read for me,” he mumbled against your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

You watched as the muscles in his forearm contracted while he kept the book at your eye level. Starting from the top of the page you began to read out loud, trying to stop your voice from cracking whenever Mattheo’s fingers trailed lower than expected. Every single movement caused goosebumps to form all over - your arms, legs, stomach. Your body was buzzing with excitement.

Continuing your pace, you kept reading out the words on the page no matter how uneven your breathing became. You knew better than to ignore Mattheo’s commands.

“You’re doing great, keep going,” whispered Mattheo.

Just as you were about to continue, you were interrupted by your own gasp as his hand made it’s way into your shorts. The only problem was that he didn’t move it - not one bit. He rested it on top of you, cupping your heat.

The veins in his hand twitched as he gently shook the book. “You stop, I stop.”

You let out a strangled groan before starting again.

“They attacked hi- him in various ways….” you quoted before taking a deep breath upon feeling the friction against your panties, Mattheo’s palm giving you just the pressure you needed.

“With...- with barefaced questions-“ you briefly stopped reading only to whimper his name.

His hand carefully pulled your underwear to the side, fingers teasing at your entrance. He moved them up to part your lips, gathering your arousal before he suddenly dipped into you, earning a breathy moan from the back of your throat.

Fingers gently, slowly, curling, he began to nip at your neck before he spoke up. “I thought I told you to keep reading?” he said.

“S-sorry.”

You felt him all around you. His gorgeous arm that was looped around your chest, holding your book up; his mouth which left wet open-mouthed kisses across your shoulder and neck, lightly sucking and biting whenever he could. And, oh, his skilled fingers which were now moving in and out of you at a dreadfully slow pace.

Your stomach felt as if it was twisted in knots, but you kept reading nonetheless, to which Mattheo begun praising. “So good for me,” he whispered.

His thumb now entered the mix, begin to rub lazy circles on your clit.

Reveling in how shaky your voice sounded, he urged you to increase up your volume. He wanted to hear you fall apart - and what better way to do that then have you read louder for him?

“Be a good girl and speak up. I can’t hear you,” he had said.

Your head was now thrown back onto his shoulder, the coil in your stomach building up very fast. You could still somewhat make out the words on the page, but your vision had began to blur, and your moans were becoming too frequent for you to be able to continue.

“Please, Mattheo, I can’t,” you whined.

Tears brimmed at the edge of your eyes, your cheeks flushing with the heat of the room. Mattheo nudged his shoulder upwards so that you were supporting your own head once more. Your eyes landed on the book again. “Yes you can,” he encouraged.

His lips landed on your cheek, peppering soft pecks wherever his mouth landed.

It wasn’t much longer before you erupted into a series of tremors, your voice chanting his name as he helped you ride out your high. In all honesty, you were going to have to read that chapter again - you weren’t sure if you retained any information.

Mattheo rested the book on your nightstand, both of his arms now hugging you close to his chest. His chin nestled into your shoulder. “How do you feel now?”

You smilled up at him, craning your neck to meet his eyes. “Much better, baby.”

“Good,” he said, kissing your forehead.

Leave it to Mattheo to de-stress you on your worst days.

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A/N: this was my first time doing smut i’m so sorry

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starchaser-shipper · 1 month

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Never Enough -Jegulus

An: Would you be interested in a part two?

"i can't love you, Jamie. I'm sorry. I can't love you like you deserve," Regulus said quietly to James.

James was sleeping and was peacefully unaware of Regulus' words. He turned a bit so he could hold Regulus tighter in his sleep.

Regulus pressed a kiss against James' forehead and couldn't stop his tears from spilling over. He tried to savor the moment, knowing that this was the last time he could ever hold James and truly call him his.

Regulus stayed awake the whole night, just holding James and embracing the love in his chest. He knew James had always been the sun, and he'd always been scared of getting hurt by him, but Regulus just now realized that he was a star, and while sometimes he'd be cold and distant, he could sometimes burn hotter than the sun, and burn everyone close to him.

When the sun started to peak through the curtains, Regulus knew it was time. He carefully slid out of the bed and James' comforting grasp. He pressed a kiss to James's cheek.

"I love you, Jamie. but that'll never be enough. i'm sorry, darling," he said quietly, rebuttoning his half-buttoned shirt up again.

He could never let James close enough to him again. He could never let him see the mark on his arm. Because James had always been the type of person who believed everyone was worth saving. But Regulus knew he was past saving, and any hope of them being together was lost the moment he got that Mark.

So Regulus had to be content with loving him from afar, because he knew that James was too good to taint with his brokenness.

#harry potter #harry potter scenario #james potter #james x regulus #jegulus #regulus black #starcaser #marauders era #dead gay wizards #jegulus angst #sunseeker

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Sirius' Gay Realizations - Wolfstar

AN: I saw other people write things similar to this for Jegulus, and couldn't resist writing a wolfstar version.

Sirius plopped himself down on his bed with a groan. Remus was out, so it was only him, James, and Peter. Peter and James continued their game of chess, used to his dramatics. They knew he’d talk if he wanted to.

Finally, Sirius turned to look at them. He had a look of despair and horror on his face.

“I think I’m homophobic,” He declared.

James and Peter both looked up with startled expressions. James seemed the most surprised.

“But I’m dating Reggie and you’re fine with it?” James said, as more of a question than anything.

Sirius pouted. “But that’s different. I know you’ll take good care of him.”

He sat up with a gasp after saying that. “And I was upset when I first learned about it!” He exclaimed.

“That was because you thought I still liked Lily, mate. I’m sorry, I don’t see how you could be homophobic,” James comforted.

“But maybe you two are like an exception to the rule or something,” Sirius argued.

“But I’m gay and dating Benjy, and you don’t mind about that,” Peter brought up.

Sirius’ face crumpled. “Does that mean I’m only homophobic towards certain people?” Sirius asked.

James propped his chin on his hand, looking at Sirius in confusion. “Like who?” he asked.

Sirius sighed. “Moony. I think I’m homophobic because of Moony. Whenever he dates someone, I get so upset, and angry. I think I’m homophobic.”

Peter just started cracking up. Both boys looked at him with raised eyebrows. Peter couldn’t stop though, no matter how weird they looked at him. Finally, he managed to speak through the laughter.

“You- you think you’re homophobic because you get angry whenever Remus is dating someone?” He asked.

Sirius nodded, completely somber. “Yes, how horrible is that!”

James sat up straighter, a metaphorical lightbulb going off. “You- “James started before cutting off, looking to peter. “He….”

Peter nodded. “You finally understand?”

Sirius looked between the two of them, lost. “What don’t I get?”

James finally looked at him. “Mate, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you’re not homophobic, you’re just gay and jealous.”

Sirius’ eyes widened. “What? No, I’m n- “he cut himself off.

“Oh.”

The other two boys nodded. “Yeah, oh.”

“I’m gay for Moony.”

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter scenario #wolfstar #remus loves sirius #remus x sirius #sirius black

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loveandfictionforall · 1 year

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Hello. Can I request a Harry Potter match up please? Im Gabby, 17 years old straight girl from Slovakia, 6'0 ft tall, Libra and my hp faculty is Ravenclaw. Im an only child. Im half Russian and half Slovak. Russian and Slovak are my native languages and I have a Russian accent. To others, my accent is hot and attractive. I have brown-green eyes, dirty blonde hair to my shoulders, Im tall and slim with wide hips and I wear black glasses. I have little freckles all Across my nose and cheeks but you need to look closer to see them. Im ENFP, introvert, shy, quiet, observant, reserved, witty, creative, accepting, a shoulder to cry on, caring and really shy. But I have a temper. Im hothead and impulsive. I hate argument tho. When someone will raise their voice, I get scared. My grades are mostly A's. Im allergic to strawberries and sunlight. Im literally a vampire because I have white skin and fangs. To others, Im monster. It makes me sad but whatever. I have lots of panic attacks and breakdows mostly because of my grandfather. He died 4 years ago. Its so painful because we had a special relationship. Im a huuge coffee addict and I ADORE cappuccino. I am an artist and dancer. I love music and I mostly listen to pop,rock and roll. I spend my free time studying, playing mobile games, reading books and drawing. Art is my passion. I have my black headphones in 24/7. I cry easily.. My biggest fears are rats, Dark, clowns, spiders and heights and I hate the sound of chewing. I love rainy days and Im the biggest bookworm ever. Books are literally my life and you can see me neither with book, textbooks or headphones. Im really shy and I stutter when Im nervous. Thats All. Thank you so much ❤️❤️

Hi there!

Thank you for your request!

I ship you with Neville Longbottom!

Neville would accept you the way you are. He loves all of your sides - your witty one, your endearing shy one or the side which deals with the trauma of losing their closest person.

The first few times, he would be absolutely oberwhelmed about how he could support you when you have a panic attack. He would totally read any books he could find about that topic (which - to be fair - would not be a lot because of the wizard community.) and ask Hermione about it. Yes, he will ask Hermione and listens intently while taking notes while she full on lectures him.

Neville will always have an umbrella with him, so when the sun shines to brightly and you have to go outside, you are at least a bit protected.

Neville will try coffee, just for you while he has it well in his mind that his face will make the funniest faces because of the bitterness of some coffees.

He will totally like cappucchinos too. But maybe a hint stronger.

Also he would go to Madame Pomfrey to get taught some basic healing spells against small bruises and scratches, minor swelling, something for numbing, etc, just so he can give you some comfort if you have a slight allergic reaction or hurt yourself.

#harry potter x you #neville longbottom x you #harry pottert match up #neville longbottom match up #harry potter scenario

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softened touch ♡ mattheo riddle

synopsis ; [name] takes a nap in the slytherin common room and mattheo keeps them company gender neutral reader, no content warnings

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naps in the slytherin common room were routine for you. having a free period in the middle of the afternoon, right after lunch? you felt like you were blessed by some kind of angel.

pansy snickers to herself as you let out a little snore, shoving astoria lightly up the stairs. “leave ‘em be,” she says, “nothing can wake [name] now.”

blaise pauses as you turn over, eyes drifting up from his book and watching until you settle again. he’d already placed your notes where they needed to be ; no longer scattered on the table and floor. you’d been pushing yourself, he frowns, studying instead of taking care of yourself.

it’s mattheo who dares to linger the longest. he waves draco and theo away, urging them to leave without him. he was going to wake you — truly, he was — but you looked so peaceful when you weren’t scowling and glaring.

a velvet, evergreen blanket is folded over your body as you twist once more. another snort leaves your lips — mattheo grins at the sound. he crouches in front of your sleeping form before he can talk himself out of it.

delicately, mattheo brushes his pointer finger just under your eye, tracing the curve of your cheeks until he ends at the corner of your lips. your fingers tighten around the blanket as you whine, stretching lightly.

the panic doesn’t catch up to him until your eyes are gazing into his own. mattheo goes to speak but is silenced by your touch. you grab his hand — the one he’d been using to trace shapes into your cheek with — and cup your cheek with his palm.

mattheo’s breath catches in his chest as you smile.

“didn’t mean to wake you,” his whisper bounces around the room. your eyes flutter closed once more before you fight to keep them open. mattheo smiles, “go back to sleep.”

you hum, turning to place a barely-there kiss to the palm of his hand. settling again, your grip on mattheo’s hand tightens. sleepy eyes open to glare his way as he tries to leave.

mattheo grins again, wider this time as he laughs a little. “okay, i won’t leave. let me get more comfortable though, hm?”

his back is leaning against the couch you rest on, your knees pressing into the top of his shoulders. his left hand is slung behind him, intertwined with your own as you snore once again. mattheo is going over his potions essay as the common room slowly bursts to life.

you’re not woken up again until dinner. no one would come near you with a riddle glaring the way he was ; daring them to try and wake you.

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle imagines #mattheo x you #mattheo x y/n #mattheoxreader #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter scenarios

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