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This was just UGH 🤌🤌🖤❤️

I see you have requests open 😈

May I please ask for a Theo Nott MASKED death eater fic/blurb/whever-you-want where he's morally grey, dommy, and dirty talks MC. Plz, Thank Youuuu 🫶🏼 Ily!

Hehehe

Anything for you Ashy 🖤

Hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Unmasked

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: You find yourself in a…sticky situation after Theo comes back from detention early. But those fantasies of yours surely become a reality.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, dom!theo, deatheater!theo, mask kink, rough sex, edging, degrading, dom+sub, masturbating, PIV, choking, slight slapping, it’s Theo Nott destroying you with a little ✨spice✨ A college AU, Chars 18+

As you waited for Theo to complete his detention, you idly played with the green tassels on his bedspread. Your gaze wandered over to the wall where his Death Eater mask hung. It seemed to be staring at you, menacing as ever, and it brought back memories of the chaos and pain caused by the war. But there was something else too…a strange attraction to the dark, mysterious object. You wondered what it would be like to see Theo wearing it again.

But this thought wasn’t a first, no, you’ve had many thoughts of Theo wearing that silver-painted mask. And those thoughts were definitely far from innocent. Your dainty hand ran through the tassels once more before slowly going to your breast. The little squeeze you gave yourself causing a moan to set free from your lips. Fuck, stop. He’s your friend. But you couldn’t, not when IT hung right beside you, your eyes gleaming up to the mask.

Trailing down further, your fingers traced to the inside of your plaid skirt, slowly creeping to your damp panties. With ease, you lifted the cloth material, finding your needy little clit immediately. It was as if the mask took control, guiding you to the filthiest depths of your mind, wanting you to reach that sweet release. Your gaze remained locked on it, the sounds of your wetness, along with your moans only getting progressively louder as time went on.

You were lost in a space of bliss, the visual of the mask, the scent of Theo’s cologne on his bedsheets. It was almost too easy to get turned on. You picked up the pace, swirling your fingers around your swollen bud. But just as you were nearing the climax you yearned for, the door swung open. Being stuck in this euphoric state, you had no idea Theo had walked in early from his detention.

Theodore’s jaw dropped at the sight of you masturbating in his bed. But your eyes were glued up to something. That damn mask. He followed your gaze along the wall and when he noticed what exactly you were staring at, a smirk twitched on his lips. This was something out of a damn porno film because if he was honest he had always wanted to destroy you. Explore you. Please you. “Are you…”

His voice was firm and assertive, waiting to get your full attention before continuing his sentence. You gasped, your wide eyes stuck on him in embarrassment. What the actual fuck? How do explain myself? Your lips parted but no words could come out. Lost in a tranced mix of arousal and shame, you couldn’t find the right thing to say. Theo took another stride toward his bed.

“-Are you touching yourself…? In my bed?”

Theodore asked, his voice dripping with seduction. Almost as if it was the honeyed venom of a snake, coaxing you to keep on going. Your fingers slowly worked at your clit, your blissful stare up on his. “I-…Yes…” Gods-what the fuck was happening? He’s my friend. Your thoughts. Your body. Everything seemed to be spiraling.

“You didn’t come yet…let me-“ He cut himself off with a shake of his head. The sly and sinister smirk only seemed to grow wider while he took another step closer to you. His darkened gaze focused on your drenched little slit. “You know…I could always get you off…” Yes fucking please. He barred his teeth, your gaze shifting back up to the mask but only momentarily. But Theodore noticed this, only finding it all too amusing. This would be a fun fucking night.

“You…you want to-fuck…you want to do this?” Through your little whimpers, your fingers seemed to move faster, not even realizing what you were doing. “I’ve wanted to do this….for a very…very long time, Tesoro.” The Italian rolled off of his tongue in a rugged manner. Hunger danced in his ocean eyes as he crawled onto his bed, one hand reaching up to grab the Death Eater mask. Wiggling it in front of you as if he was taunting you. But fuck, it was only fueling the feelings of arousal.

Theo slapped your pussy over your own hand, a yelp screeching from your mouth as you pulled your fingers away. “No…If you want to do this…we’re doing it my way.” He growled, nothing but dominance and assertiveness in his dilating pupils. “O-okay…understood.” You swallowed, watching his every move. Wanting to know what was next. Of course, you had heard the stories of Theodore in bed…but you were about to fucking experience it. First hand.

Setting the mask down on the bed, but only for a moment, Theo threw off his t-shirt, letting it fall beside the bed before grabbing the ominous mask. Slowly, he positioned it over his face, a loud huff coming from under it. He hadn’t put on this mask in ages. Not since the war. It was painted with terrible memories…but maybe…just maybe…this night could bring some light to it. A different perspective the slate object could see. Not just the bad but perhaps the good as well.

“Good fucking girl.” Theo was exhilarated already, his cock wanting to Burst through his grey sweatpants. He took his time, his hand trailing down your flesh. As he got further and further goosebumps pricked your skin. This was fucking it. Arriving at your pushed-over panties, he twirled them between his pointer finger and thumb before tearing them right off. The fantasy you always had of Theo wearing this mask as he had his way with you was finally becoming a reality.

The soaked lace was now a mangled bunch resting beside you. But you too were a fucking mess. Not just any mess…but tonight? Theo’s mess. His heavy hand slapped down across your wetness once more, causing your back to arch. “So fucking ready for me, hm?” He asked, his shadowy stare burning into you from under the mask. The metallics of it glowing under the dim lantern lamps. “Y-yes” you managed to choke out just as Theodore shoved two fingers inside of you.

“Gods…that little pussy is gripping my fingers-So fucking tight.” Theo spoke between his own groans while his fingers pumped in and out of you, doing a ‘come here’ motion. He was hitting places you never even knew existed, your nails clawing into his bed sheets as you took in this massive amount of pleasure he was providing you with. “I-…T-Theo...I’m so close.” A squeak came out followed by a sea of moans, squirming under his rough touch.

For a split second Theo thrusted his fingers faster, his lips curling into a dangerous grin before he removed his fingers out of you. “Not. Yet.” His tone was firm and assertive yet again, you bobbed your head while you caught your breath. But before you could utter a single word, he began again. “I told you…if you really want this…we’re doing it my way.” Your glossed-over eyes flickered up between his. The silver-painted mask seemed to darken with its own dominance. As if it was feeding off of Theodore’s energy.

“You finish when I say you can….Understood?”

You could see his gaze narrow down at you from beneath the mask, hearing his breaths turn into muffled growls. “U-understood.” You slowly whispered, Theo shuffled his grey sweatpants off. But when your eyes dropped to his cock, you had to bite your lower lip to hide the gasp that wanted to escape. Fuck, he’s huge. A prideful smirk painted his face while he stroked his length slowly, the slight wet sounds of his precum coating it whole.

“C’mere.” With that, he grabbed your thighs, spreading them further apart before pulling you closer to him. Theo threw one leg over his shoulder, propping himself with one hand as the other teased the tip of his dick right on your slippery entrance. “I’m going to fucking destroy you, Tesoro.” He growled just as he slammed himself deep inside of you, immediately hitting you with a fast speed. Your once moans turning into sobs of pleasure.

Theo took his now free hand and wrapped it around your throat. Providing just enough pressure to make your mind go fuzzy with ecstasy. “You’re fucking-fucking huge!” With a stuttered cry your doe-eyed gaze remained glued up to your friend wearing the death eater mask, fucking you like it was his last time ever having sex. Gods…I have never been fucked like this. Why is it so…fucking amazing?

“Yeah? You like taking my cock, bella? Feeling all nice and full, huh?”

Again with the taunting but fuck did you love it. Feeling yourself progressively getting closer with each thrust Theo gave you. Slowly feeling your eyes roll into the back of your head before a domineering tone took you out of that brink of bliss. “Not fucking yet” He grunted, pounding into you even harder than before. “Hold on just a little while longer. I know you can fucking do it.”

How in the fuck am I supposed to hold back an orgasm? His hand that was wrapped around your neck began to get tighter, almost like it was a warning shot from Theodore. You could have sworn your nails were tearing up his bedspread with how hard you were digging into them. Feeling your legs tremble as they wrapped around his lower back.

“I…I don’t know how much longer-Fuck! How much longer I can hold on” Tears were pricking your eyes as you struggled to not reach climax, the blurry view of the mask in front of you only teasing you more. And under it? Theo’s shit-eating grin was only growing by the second. Thriving off of your submissive energy. “C’mon, pretty girl…just a little bit more…don’t disappoint me. I know you can hold it.”

You weren’t even quite sure if you could hold it, how in the fuck was he so confident that you could? But you complied, like a good fucking sub. And boy did Theo fucking adore that. His fingers trickled up your neck, to your jaw, before grazing his pointer and middle finger at the crease of your lush lips. “Open.” He demanded, your lips parting as he slowly moved them in and out of your mouth. Somehow managing to hush your moans.

“-Mmm…Theo..” you whimpered over his thick fingers while he completely lost it, railing you with great force. He could feel his own orgasm coming on as he watched your mascara drip down your face. Watching you fight your climax. The way his mask turned you on. The way HE turned you on. “Release, Cara Mia…cum all over my cock.” In a low growl, he removed his fingers, his thrusts only seemed to accelerate, even when you thought it was nearly impossible for them to do so.

That was it. The burning approval you had been waiting for…Yearning for. You didn’t even need to think about it. At those words, you felt your body convulse in an orgasmic state. Your screams bounced off of the stone walls in Theodore’s dorm room. Your legs only gripping tighter around his lower back. Hitting one of the most intense and blissful orgasms of your entire life. “Theo, oh m-“ He instantly cut you off, giving a soft smack across your face before grabbing your cheeks between his hand.

“Shut up and do it again…I know you have it in you.” He demanded, seeing his once light blue stare now black, his pupils fully dilated with arousal. Usually, you couldn’t finish with anyone, let alone someone ordering it out of you. But Theo….Theo was different. “Fuck-I’m cumming!” You cried out, arching your neck against his now-warmed pillow. Feeling your juices flowing freely along Theodore’s giant length. Reaching your second orgasm within seconds. The power this man holds…that fucking mask…

Theo’s ego was only growing, two orgasms in such a short amount of time? Pride washed throughout him. But just seeing you in the immense amount of pleasure he was giving you, you couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m going to fill up that pretty cunt.” He grunted, sliding both of his hands to your hips and getting a good grasp while he mercilessly pounded into you. His head tilted back just as you heard a low groan escape from his throat. His seed spilling deep inside of you, feeling his cock throb around your clenched walls.

Pulling out of you, Theo kept the mask on while catching his breath. His gaze dropping to his cum dripping out of your swollen pussy. With one hand, he lifted the mask off for a better view of it. Finding his seed leaking out of you insanely sexy. Marking you with his own sperm. Fuck. His hair was a mess while he smirked down at you. “You alright, Cara Mia?” He asked as he threw his sweats back on, grabbing a towel to clean you up.

You were dumbfounded, not even able to believe what had just happened. The mask he threw beside you almost seemed to have a smirk of its own. “Y-yeah, I’m good.” You spewed out in a breathy manner, feeling the afterglow hitting you, the sense of relaxation. Theodore took this time to grab a t-shirt of his, helping you dress in it before laying down next to you, tossing an arm around you to pull you close to him. Both of your body heat radiating off of one another.

“Anything you need at all?” He asked as he glanced down at the mask. A deep chuckle escaped his lips while he shook his head. “No…just you.” Your sweet smile was evident to Theo that you were In a submissive state. Causing him to press a lingering kiss to the side of your head. “Well…You have me…and the mask.” Teasing you, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. A smirk tugging on the edge of your lips.

“I suppose I do…but I prefer you…unmasked.”

The mask, a hidden desire of course, but it didn’t compare to Theo. As much as you enjoyed the sight of getting destroyed by a masked man, you enjoyed seeing his handsome face, his tired eyes, and his lazy smile much more. And this night? It only started a new chapter for the both of you. Nothing could compare to Theodore Nott. Absolutely nothing.

Love you so much Ash🖤

Divider is tagged in my master list🌙

Asks are always open for requests my smut sluts💋

#theodore nott #theo nott #theo nott smut #theodore nott fanfiction

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allthesmutl0vers · 2 months ago

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unsub: well, people always said i really knew how to light up a room :)

hotch: that's called arson, and all these people are witnesses

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R.I.P

Rest in peace to 1/5 of my entire teenage years.

You are so loved by many, Liam, and I hope you're soaring through the clouds. 😭❤️‍🩹💔

#rip liam payne #one direction #directioners #liam payne #fly high

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Is it just me or no?

MDNI, 18+

Does anyone else imagine Lupin just fucking railing them as their professor? Like not turning into a werewolf but fucking you with the same ferocity?

He gives me like season 4 Spencer Reid vibes but older. No, I will not elaborate on that.

Maybe I should take a break from Poly-Ai. 🫠😮‍💨

#remus lupin smut #harry potter smut #is it just me #werewolf kink #rail me pls

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Dating Fred and George Weasley Headcanons

MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Masterlist Requests/Asks: OPEN (please read) Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader x George Weasley Request: Not a request just wanted to write to fight writer's block. TW: Sexual Situations, Kinks, Some Fluff, Pseudo-Twincest A/N: I feel like I ate with this, tbh. Been working on it for two mf days. 😮‍💨💞 I hope you enjoy! Comment here if you want to be added to the tag list for any/all HP content.

Please feel free to let me know how you feel about this. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated. ✨💞

How you got together:

You had been friends with them forever, but you never expected them to have the same feelings towards you as you did for them. None of you were willing to admit it until it was called out by Ginny and her loud ass mouth when she told you guys to 'just fucking kiss already, for Merlin's sake.'

They had just finished a match against Slytherin and won, of course, so their adrenaline was already flooding. You had opened your mouth to fire back at Ginny with some sarcastic ass comment when Fred grabbed your face and smashed his lips to yours, stealing the breath right out of your lungs.

When Fred finally pulled back, your head was in a daze, and before you could suck in a breath, George grabbed you by your waist, dipped you, and kissed you with the same passionate intensity.

After that, everything else was history, and the only thought any of you could form was, 'Why didn't we do this sooner?'

Fred

Song that best describes your relationship with Fred:

Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship (Iykyk)

Nicknames he has for you:

Darling: His go-to nickname, he uses it all of the time.

Love: Uses this one when he is being extra lovey, or giving you presents.

Sweetheart: (this one is for when you're in trouble and he wants you to know it)

Kinks:

Biting: Fred loves to bite you while he's fucking you. Leaving trails of bite marks all over your neck and going down your collarbones and, especially, between your thighs when he's eating you out. Though he never breaks the skin, he does bite hard enough to bruise. Fred's biggest turn-on is the sounds that leave your lips when he bites down hard and then licks and kisses the same spot, melting pain with pleasure until you can't tell the difference.

Bit of an exhibitionist: Nothing revs Fred up more than the risk of getting caught, especially if it's George walking in when he has you bent over, face down, ass up. He knows you're with George, too, but it's not necessarily about who catches you two in the act. It's about simply being caught.

"Looks like we've been caught, darling," he taunts with a dark chuckle and pulls your head back by your hair to make you look at George while he pile drives into you from behind. "Show Georgie how good I make you feel. Come on, let him hear how I make you scream."

Begging: Hearing you beg, 'Just fuck me already,' almost makes him break and do it. His response? Shoving his cock down your throat, all the while taunting you with little phrases like, 'What was that, darling? Didn't quite catch that,' or 'But you look so good, down on your knees begging for me.' He will definitely give you what you want, but only after tears are running down your cheeks as your need becomes almost too much to bear. Almost. He's not a complete sadist, after all.

Honorable Mentions:

Hair Pulling I mean, need I say more?

Teasing at the MOST inappropriate times, family dinner? Ha, his fingers are right at the apex of your thighs, silently challenging you to keep your facial expressions schooled.

Breeding Kink: You think he doesn't fantasize about filling you up so fucking full with cum, that it's only thanks to your birth control you haven't gotten pregnant yet? That's fucking adorable.

Favorite Positions:

Face down, ass up: What's not to love? It's the perfect position for Fred to slam into you at the brutal pace that leaves you cock-drunk. Perfect for him to either hold your hips still or slam you back onto his cock to match his pace, all the while leaving perfect little fingertip bruises on your hips. Even better is when he pulls you back, flush to his chest, a large hand holding just under your chin, supporting your weight while he leaves a trail of bite marks down your neck and shoulders while you whimper and plead for mercy, not that you actually want it, he just loves to hear you beg.

Against a wall: Being the exhibitionist he is, Fred will fuck you any and everywhere. An empty classroom, a broom closet, the locker room after an intense quidditch match, win or lose, he doesn't care. So long as he gets you. But there is just something about holding you up with your legs wrapped around him, back pinned to the wall (or a locker), that makes Fred fucking feral. The way he can watch your pupils blow with arousal, your lips part and quiver as your orgasm crashes into you like a fucking freight train, the way you tug on his hair as if you're trying to keep some semblance of grounding as you feel your soul leave your body. Fuck, he's sure he's never seen a more beautiful sight in his entire life.

Spit roasting: When you're on all fours on the bed (or anywhere, really), and he pounds into you while you suck off George. Fucking you so hard it forces you to take more of George down your throat. What are brothers for? He's not sexually attracted to George, but there's nothing like watching you take his other half while he slams into you. Both of them work in a delicious and synchronized rhythm, filling you up so full that you might just burst, will burst. Body trembling while George offers you sweet praise and Fred reaches around your body, rubbing tight and fast circles over your clit; all the while, they drag you further and further down to hell or up to heaven. Is there even a difference anymore?

Random Head Canons:

Fred is more possessive, not so much that you're not allowed to have friends of the opposite sex. He knows full well he can trust you to tell him if someone makes you uncomfortable. He knows damn well you're not going to be fucking around with anyone else, given how fucking incredible he and George make you feel. Possessive in the aspect that he will brutally, if not mercilessly, prank anyone who so much as looks at you in any way that isn't platonic.

When you chastise him for these methods, he stops because you are bloody terrifying when you're truly angry. He switches to pulling you onto his lap or brushing your hair over your shoulder in front of them to reveal the litter of bite marks he made or the hickies that George made all over your neck, all with the cockiest fucking smirk on his face.

Fred's Ideal Date: While he loves being buried deep inside of you, he loves treating you to an adventure. His favorite? Walking into the forbidden forest, finding the perfect place to swim (he found the best swimming hole with a ledge to jump off of.) In the warmer months, he'll pack a lunch and take you here, loving the adrenaline rush of jumping and diving off of the small cliff ledge. Swimming behind the waterfall and exploring the caves inside with you. In the colder months, he will challenge you to a snowball fight in the courtyard, George is allowed, too, of course, but one of them will always be on your side against the other. Otherwise it's not really fair, is it?

George

Song that best describes your relationship with George:

Ride - SoMo

Nicknames he has for you:

Baby/Baby girl: Uses this as a placement for your name.

Little One: Uses this when he's teasing you; typically whispers it in your ear when his hands are around your waist. Or when he is watching Fred fuck you before he steps in and joins.

Mine/Ours: Uses this one the most in the bedroom when either he or both of them are fucking you.

Kinks:

Hickies: While Fred loves biting, George is a little more gentle. Note that I said a little. He'll fuck you like a whore in church, but he prefers to drag out the pleasure by sucking the soft skin right behind your ear all the way down your body down to your clit, right to his favorite part on your body, which brings me to my next point-

Eating you out: Holy. Fucking. Shit. If this was an Olympic sport, George would take the gold every single fucking time. Sure, Fred knows how to send you over the edge, but George takes his time. Licking and sucking your clit with slow, purposeful movements, drawing out sounds from your throat that sound inhuman. The way his fingers curl just fucking right inside of you, thrusting against that spongy spot inside of you, scissoring them to spread your walls and thrust his tongue in and out. Seriously, this man would live between your thighs if he could. Sending you over the edge again and again with just his devilish fucking tongue and fingers, he gets off on that shit, literally. This man has cum simply from eating you out before.

Edging: Remember how I said George is 'a little more gentle'? This is what I meant by that. George's favorite hobby when he's buried deep inside of you is bringing you right up to the edge, then pulling out, leaving you feeling empty as your walls clamp around nothing. You whine, and you whimper, and suddenly, he thrusts into you with a snap of his hips. Only to do it all over again.

"You want me to fill you up, baby? Is that what you want?" He teases as he only pushes his tip inside. You try to rock against him, to take him in deeper to satisfy the craving inside of you. "Hmm, I'm not sure you deserve it," he taunts as his thumb lands on your clit. Just as you open your mouth to beg, his hand grips your throat, and he slams into you so hard you see stars, his cock buried so deep that you swear you can feel him in your guts as he finally lets you cum with an Earth-shattering cry around him.

Honorable Mentions:

Choking: Because you know what would make you even more beautiful? A hand necklace. His, to be specific.

Bit of a voyeur: He loves watching you get pounded hard and fast when he typically fucks you hard and slow. The way your face contorts slightly differently when Fred is fucking you amuses him like no other.

Breeding Kink to the fucking MAX: He wants your pussy flooded with cum, if some spills out? No big deal, he'll fuck it right back into you. And after you finish school? Yeah, that shit is going into the fucking trash. (But you have no arguments, tbh.)

Favorite Positions:

Riding him: Guiding your hips, thrusting up into you as your hands rest on his chest to hold yourself up. Sure, George is dominant. But that doesn't love to see the look on your face above him as you come apart, over and over again, until you're a sweaty, shaky mess. George doesn't mind reverse- cowgirl, but he'd much rather see your face as his hand wraps around your throat just hard enough to make you dizzy as he tosses you over the edge, following right behind you.

Missionary (hear me out): Who says missionary is boring? Not you. Sure, nothing beats a bed, but George prefers you laid out across his desk. Or with your legs thrown over his shoulders, ass hanging over the bed as he stands and pounds into you. His thrusts are slow and firm, sliding into the hilt and then grinding against your core, making damned sure to draw out every last moan your body can produce.

Between him and Fred: George is not biased when it comes to fucking you in your ass or your pussy, if he's honest. So long as you're on your knees on the bed, while he's in either hole while Fred is in the other, both slamming into you with an animalistic ferocity. Filling you up so full with their cum that it'll be dripping out of you for days.

Random Head Canons:

George LOVES it when people stare/flirt with you. It drives Fred up the fucking wall when George doesn't try to brutally prank or show off just how much you're theirs. But it gets George off when guys try to flirt with you only to have a drink thrown at them, or you simply laugh at them before pointing out him and Fred. While Fred's anger is palpable, George just winks at you with a shit-eating grin on his face. Maybe it's the voyeur in him, but he loves watching you interact with people, male or female, because he knows you're not going anywhere except right back to him and Fred.

George's Ideal Date: George loves to fly with you on his broom, you in front of him as he grips the broom between your thighs. His favorite time to do it is at night, flying up so high you swear you can almost touch the stars as you soar over the clouds. You know this is what you two are doing when he bundles you up in one or maybe two of his sweaters. Because Merlin forbid you get cold. If it's too cold to fly or it's snowing, he loves to take a walk to Hogsmeade and share a butterbeer. So long as he's spending time with you, he couldn't be happier.

I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing it. Please don't forget to reblog and comment! ✨✨🤞🏻😇

#weasley twins #weasley twins smut #george weasley smut #fred weasley smut #weasley twins x reader

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Comment 'Me' or whatever floats your boat to be tagged in any and all future HP content!

Masterlist

#harry potter smut #slytherin smut

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THIS MAN. (More like 'THESE MEN')

I have decided to make Mattheo french in my new story (publishing TBD). Y'ALL. I am unwell. Imagine Theo speaking Italian while Matteo is speaking French while they literally pile drive you from both ends. Mhm, yeah. That's this story. Oh, and did I mention Draco is in it too? Bi-Awakening anyone? 🥵🥵 Please excuse me while I pass away. 😵

#slytherin smut #draco malfoy smut #mattheo riddle smut #theodore nott smut #slytherin boys x reader

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🤤🥴

Kinktober 2024 | 𝗼𝗰𝘁 𝟬𝟴: ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ X ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

This is how brats get treated

Warnings: 18+! brat taming, degradation, sir kink, dacryphilia, SLIGHT cnc

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You knew he was boiling with rage.

Draco had asked you for help with his Transfiguration project. You being the kind soul you are, obviously could not say no to your best friend.

This is also how you ended up in the common room, Draco next to you and the rest of the boys chatting on the couch, watching the fireplace. The boys meant the world to you, always being there when you were in trouble or needed help with something. Then there was Tom. You two somehow ended up together after years of unconfessed love, the boys trying to play wingman whenever they could, but Tom never dared asking you out, too scared to damage the bond you two already had.

Then, at the night of the Yule Ball, when your date had completely abandoned you, not showing up at all (for whatever reason…) Tom obviously was there to comfort you. He told you he didn’t intend on going to the ball at all, but he couldn’t just leave you by yourself, right?

You two ended up dancing and enjoying yourselves like never before. The butterflies in your stomach seemingly increasing with every slight touch and eye-contact you two shared. When you decided to take a break, dragging Tom to the astronomy tower to watch the stars with him, it all changed.

He kissed you for the first time and obviously you didn’t object. In the morning, when you woke up in Tom’s bed, all cuddled up on his bare chest, you knew you had finally made it.

The boys celebrated you two like crazy, Tom did not have any of that. Especially when Draco hugged you. He could have killed him right there.

That’s how it had been going ever since, Draco had been your best friend since the first year at Hogwarts and you two had a strong bond, to the strong dismay of Tom. He didn’t like whenever Draco came too close to you or even talked to you for an extended period of time.

Just like today. You and Draco were laughing and giggling, teasing each other and all that stuff Tom despised. Now, you did not mean to make Tom mad, but him fuming in the corner, giving you the death stare definitely spurred you on.

As soon as you two were finished with the project, your boyfriend got up and dragged you away.

“I need to talk to you for a minute, do you have time?” He asked, all nice and polite. But by the look of his eyes, you knew you were in trouble. But today you decided not to let him have it that easily. “Sure Tommy” you smiled innocently at him, batting your eyelashes.

He hated when you called him that name in front of the others. Especially when they heard. “Aww yes Tommy, go talk to your girlfriend, we will be waiting right here for you, love!” Theo mocked, making the others laugh. “Count your days, Nott.” Your boyfriend sneered back.

You never looked away from Tom, his eyes returning to yours, almost burning through you. The two of you left the others and entered his dorm. As soon as the door was closed, he enchanted it with various spells, and that was when you knew you were in big trouble.

Tom approached you then but stopped when he stood right in front of you. “Strip and lie down. Now.” He demanded, gesturing towards the bed. “But Tommy I-“ he took off your cloak and then proceeded to rip open your blouse. One of your favourites, mind you. You shrieked at first and whimpered at the cold air hitting your bare skin, goosebumps rising all over your body. “I do not like telling you twice. From now on you will address me with Sir.” You quickly nodded, but did not intend on calling him that. For now, at least.

As soon as you were on the bed, he as well undressed himself and positioned you on the edge, ass in the air on all fours. “What do you say?” He asked, his voice unforgiving. “Please Tommy?” You questioned innocently. Tom just scoffed at that and after a quick pause he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, so you were pressed flush against his bare chest. You could feel his hot breaths on your temple, the tension between you two making the blood rush through your body.

“You are very brave today, darling. Being all touchy with Draco and after not following my orders. That attitude needs to be fixed. You are mine and no one else’s.” Tom whispered in your ear, his free hand reaching around your throat, pressing just tightly enough to make you feel lightheaded.

When you didn’t answer, he reached down to pinch your nipple, a yelp escaping your lips. “Understood?” “Yes Sir” you croaked, entering subspace already. If you liked one thing, it was Tom being all worked up and rough with you.

“Good girl.” He praised. “Now head down, hands behind your back. Don’t you dare move unless I say so.” When you did just that, a hard smack landed on your right ass cheek, making you squeal. “Stay still I said!” He muttered through gritted teeth, another harsh smack landing on your left side, which just made you have the same reaction as before.

“You are not giving me any other choice now, you brat.” With that Tom grabbed his wand, pointed it towards you and whispered an incantation, which resulted in your arms and legs being tied up, still in the same position. The ropes were tight, slightly burning your skin every time you moved even the slightest bit. “I am sorry Sir, I will stay still I promise!” You squeaked, in an attempt to make him loosen the binds.

“Too late now, darling. You will count each spank. If you fail to do so, I will restart. I am only going to stop when we have reached a sufficient number. Got it?”

“Yes Sir” Tears welled up in your eyes already, knowing Tom definitely won’t be holding back.

His hand met your delicate skin yet again. “One” you started counting, the stinging pain sending shockwaves straight to your dripping core. This went one until you reached 30, bruises in the shape of Tom’s hands forming on your skin. Your cheeks were hot with tears and you could barely keep up with counting. Only then Tom decided to have mercy. With a quick wave of his wand, he freed you from the binds, making you drop forward. He sat down besides you, softly caressing your tender, reddened skin, making you wince slightly. Tom then pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades, praising you. “You did so well, love. Such a good girl, finally obeying me.”

“m’ sorry T-Tom” you sobbed, your skin feeling like it was on fire. You were sure you wouldn’t be able to sit for days.

Another hard smack.

You cried out, completely overwhelmed. “What did I tell you?” Tom asked, rubbing the skin he had hit soothingly.

“I am sorry, I am sorry Sir” you corrected yourself frantically, realising the mistake you had made.

“Exactly. Move to the middle of the bed, but stay like you are, on all fours. Got it?”

“Yes Sir!” You did as he said, and soon Tom knelt behind you. “Arch your back, head down and arms behind your back.” He waved his wand yet again, tying your arms so tightly your fingers started tingling. “Stop whining and take it. Show me how much of a slut you are. Bet you would love this if it were Malfoy huh?” He spat, for the last part he grabbed your hair, forcing your head to the side to look directly into your reddened eyes. You could only shake your head vigorously. “No, no I wouldn’t. I am all yours, Sir please forgive me.” Tears started wetting your cheeks again, Tom scoffed. “Let’s see how sorry you are. If you are going to behave for the next part, I might have some mercy with you.” You nodded eagerly, sniffing.

Tom’s hands rubbed your inner thighs, travelling up to where you needed him most. Just the slightest contact with your dripping cunt made you gasp, bucking your hips backwards. “Dripping already? This was meant to be a punishment, darling. Pathetic.” He huffed, and with one quick motion he entered your aching hole. Tom picked up a steady rhythm immediately, not giving you any time to adjust to his size, making you hiss.

He set an unforgiving pace, hips snapping into yours like he needed to prove a point. That’s what you got for teasing your overly jealous boyfriend. Although the sex was very rough, you loved when he showed this possessive side of him.

He hit all the right spots and you could feel a knot forming in your stomach. Tom must have realised this as well, as he reached down to grab your hair, pulling you flush against his chest again. This allowed him to go even deeper than he had before, and when he reached down to circle your clit, you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Please can I cum Sir, please please!” You blurted out. “Yes, love. Show me how good this cock is making you feel. Who is making you cum, huh?” He questioned, going even faster than he had before.

“You Sir, only you!”

You could now feel him hitting your sensitive cervix, the pain finally pushing you over the edge as you convulsed around him, your walls gripping him tightly as you shivered and calmed down from your climax. Tom groaned, pinching your nipples which made you yelp. Your body was so sensitive, yet he didn’t seem to be done. He finally let go of your hair, and you immediately dropped down on the bed.

“What do we say after someone makes you feel good, doll?” Tom whispered sweetly, pulling out of you. “Th- thank you S-Sir!” You answered, cheeks stained with hot tears.

“You know you look absolutely gorgeous when you cry? Makes me want to come all over your pretty face, darling.” After he caressed your cheeks, he kissed your now bruised backside. Though, lovey-dovey Tom was soon back to his jealous self.

“And I am the only one who can.” With that he pushed back inside your sore walls, making you cry out. “Please Sir, no more.” You tried wriggling away from him, though his strong hands on your hips held you securely in place. Of course you had a safeword which you could use whenever you actually wanted him to stop, but for now Tom continued his brutal thrusts. “I made you feel good, now you make me feel good as well, no? That’s just fair, isn’t it? Or would you rather have Malfoy do this?” He sneered, reaching under you to squeeze your tits when you didn’t reply immediately.

“Wanna make you feel good only, Sir!” You whined, too overwhelmed to form a full sentence, slowly but surely becoming a blabbering mess. “Thought so. Now stop complaining and take it. You were made for this after all.”

His hands snaked their way to your throat, squeezing tightly as he roughly thrusted into you. You felt yourself become lightheaded, both from the pleasure he was giving you as well as from the lack of oxygen in your body. You knew he was getting close when he mumbled all kinds of things in parseltongue under his breath, his thrusts becoming more ragged and gasps escaping his mouth. Tom circled your oversensitive clit yet again, making you moan, closing in on your second orgasm.

Your mind went blank as your high hit you, making you shake, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Tom followed closely after, your pulsing walls milking him dry. He groaned as he slowly pulled out of you, cum leaking from your abused center.

“So pretty like this, darling. You did so well for me. I am proud of you.” He gave you a small peck on your spine and freed you of the ropes, your arms collapsing to your sides. When you only replied with a small whimper, he got worried. Tom was quick to take you into his warm embrace, a frown on his face. “Darling, are you alright? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” You finally looked up at him, eyes red from crying. “No, don’t worry. It’s alright. You do look really cute when you are worried, though.” You giggled, making him sigh. “I will be right back, is that okay?” when you nodded, he got up to return with a warm cloth a minute later, wiping sweat, tears and your mixed cum off your body. You exhaled and cuddled into his chest, almost dozing off.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, doll. I still have something for you.” He scooped you up, carrying your limp body to the bathroom. The scent of wild roses and raspberries hit your nose, the temperature pleasantly warm. Tom lowered you into the bathtub and joined in himself, positioning you between his legs so you could lean onto his chest. He ended up massaging and tending to all the sore places, planting soft kisses on your scalp, temple and cheeks. He even washed your hair oh so softly, giving you all the love he could.

When you two were done, he helped you get out of the bathtub and dried you off with a towel. You hissed when he dried your bruised skin, slapping his arm softly. “You know I won’t be able to sit through History of Magic like that, you twat!”

He laughed, kissing your shoulder. “I am sorry, doll. It was an adequate punishment for acting like a brat, though.” You rolled your eyes. “Whatever you say, Tommy.”

Tom tucked you under the sheets, joining you. Soon enough you two drifted off to sleep, and you surely wouldn’t dare even look at Draco the coming days.

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🧎‍♀️✨️I'm such a whore for Tom. 🐍🖤

Brat Taming

Tom Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: Use of the work slut, oral(male receiving), spanking.

18+ Minors DNI!

You really couldn't blame him right now. You did give him attitude all day, purposefully teasing him, too. It was only reasonable that he had you on your knees on the bed, sucking his cock while he spanked you.

"You have been acting like such a brat all day long." He said and you could hear the frustration in his voice as he spanked you again. "Do you think I deserved that?"

It was rhetorical and you couldn't exactly answer anyways with his hand on the back of your head to guide you up and down his cock. You gave a gagged response around his dick anyways.

"I didn't. I don't deserve your attitude and you're going to drop it, aren't you?" He asked, still not letting you respond, not letting you up.

Still, you gave another response that just got muffled by his cock.

"Do you just get off on this? It's disgusting. I can see how soaked you are right now. This is all you're getting tonight until I cum in your mouth, and you're going to swallow it and tell me thank you and apologize for your behavior today. Got it?" He finally pulled you up by the hair to make you look at him.

"Yes, sir." You nodded.

"That's a much better attitude." He said before shoving your head back down. "Make me cum now, slut."

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HINIM GLAD TO SEE YOU BACK! ♥️ Can I request Draco — fluff??? 💕 Or like a fluffy headcannon about like him wanting to plan an extravagant date but like reader gets sick or something and like how he would handle that instead?? (bro not stopping myself to share my own headcannon l that situation 😭😭😭) love you!

I'm so glad to be back! I've missed all my babies so much🥹💜And omg I love this idea sm! I will do my absolute best (I am also unwell)🫡 Love you too!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader Category: Fluff 💖Soft!Draco Summary: Draco has planned a very extravagant and elegant date for the two of you, only to find out you're sick. But does that stop your golden retriever boyfriend from a night of pampering you? Absolutely not!

It's a beautiful Friday night at Malfoy Manor. The stars have come out to play, and your long-time boyfriend, Draco, has planned a romantic date for you out on the town. He can't wait to show you the dress he had designed and made, especially for you.

But as he walks up to your bedroom at his house to surprise you, he's instantly more concerned by the sniffles and coughs he hears behind the door. You weren't feeling well yesterday. You thought maybe it was a small bug, or maybe just something you ate, but when you woke up from your nap this afternoon, it was evident that it was something else.

"Darling?" Draco lightly knocks on your door before opening it a crack. "Are you alright?" His tone sounds worried as he sees you bundled up under the covers.

You cough and sniffle as you sit up, noticing the clothing bag in his arm. "I'm okay," you try to lie, but another cough deceives you as you lean forward, hoping it will help.

Draco sits on the edge of your bed, placing the back of his cool fingers on your burning forehead. "Oh, darling. You're burning up," his brows furrow slightly in concern. He knew you were lying when you said you felt fine. But as he holds his fingers to your forehead, it's confirmed for him. You are sick. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, Draco jumps at the chance to take care of you.

He knows he should probably feel guilty for liking the fact you're sick. And it's not that he ever wishes or wants you to get sick. He just loves taking care of you. He loves and admires how strong and independent you are, always helping him and your friends. So when he gets the chance for you to allow him to take care of you for once, he jumps on it.

"What's in the bag?" Your voice is hoarse from coughing and your sore throat.

Draco smiles and shakes his head as he hands you a glass of water from your nightstand. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that," he chuckles and watches to make sure you take a few sips before you pass the water back to him. "You just get comfortable and I will be right back."

It's only when he stands up that you realize he's wearing one of his fancy dinner suits, a pang of guilt hitting low in your belly. "Did you want to go out tonight?" You sit up and lift the covers to get out of bed. "Let me just wash up and we can go, I just need a few minutes."

Draco swiftly blocks you from getting out of bed, tilting your chin up to look at him. "Ah, ah. I don't think so," he crouches in front of you so he is at eye level with you sitting on the bed. "Baby, you're sick. We can go out literally any other time. Just let me take care of you tonight. Okay?" His eyes are soft and caring with you as they are normally cold and hard with everyone else.

"But-"

"No buts," he smirks, lifts your legs back onto the bed, and pulls the covers over you again. "Now, I'm going to get you some tea and us something to eat. And when I get back, we are going to watch any movie you want."

You want to fight him on it, but honestly? Your body is relieved for the break, and you know how much he loves to take care of you when you let him. So you decide to simply let him pamper you tonight. "I love you."

"I love you too, my darling. I'll be right back," he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before he heads out of your bedroom.

When Draco comes back, he is in comfortable pajamas, carrying all of the things you could ever possibly need when sick, arranging them neatly on the night stand before he leaves again, coming back with hot tea, more water and your favorite soup.

You put on your favorite movie, take the medicine he gives you, and even letting him spoon it in your mouth. The rest of the night is relaxing and peaceful as you watch all of your favorite movies while you eat your soup, finishing it completely under Draco's soft praise and encouragement.

When Draco notices your eyelids drooping slightly as you fight to stay awake, he turns off the TV and grabs your favorite book, pulling you to his chest. When you told him earlier you didn't want him to get sick, too, he only laughed. "I'd burn down the world for you, my darling. And you think I'm afraid of getting sick? It's adorable, really."

Draco reads to you as he holds you close with an arm wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on the top of your head.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" You bring yourself to ask on the brink of sleep.

Draco kisses the top of your head, his lips brushing against your hair as he responds softly. "Always."

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