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Mattheo Riddle Headcanon
Warning: This piece contains themes of possessiveness, obsessive behavior, and dark romance undertones. Mattheo's love might be overwhelming, intense, and not suited for everyone’s taste. Reader discretion is advised.
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Mattheo Riddle
౨ৎ 6’2 | He’s not as tall as Theo, but you wouldn’t dare mention that unless you want to end up against a wall (and not in the fun way—well, not just the fun way). He’s tall enough to tower over you, and honestly, that’s all he needs.
౨ৎ Built to fight | Mattheo doesn’t have the lean elegance of Theo or Draco. He’s solid—broad shoulders, strong arms, and that delicious combination of athletic and dangerous. (He’s fought more boys in Hogwarts hallways than you’ve taken exams, and every single one of them regretted it.)
౨ৎ Hands? MADE FOR SIN. Big, veiny, and calloused from Quidditch and street fights. He’s got a grip that can pin you down or pull you close—whatever mood he’s in. (He could choke you mid-argument, and you’d thank him afterward. RESPECTFULLY.)
౨ৎ He doesn’t work out for fun—he works out to survive. Fistfights, dodging hexes, getting thrown into detention every week; it’s all part of the “Mattheo Maintenance Plan.” (He calls it cardio; we call it hot as hell.)
౨ৎ Face? Pure trouble. Mattheo’s got that sharp jawline and cheekbones that could cut glass. Dark, stormy eyes that smolder like embers, framed by lashes so long they should be illegal. He’s always got a cut or bruise somewhere on his face—his version of an accessory. (You just want to kiss it better, don’t lie.)
౨ৎ Hair? CHAOTIC. Dark and curly, it looks like he ran his hands through it during a fight and then just left it that way. It’s thick and soft, and you know it’d feel like heaven wrapped around your fingers. (Or gripping your thighs while he devour —anyway.)
౨ৎ That smirk. It’s a weapon. Crooked, cocky, and knowing, it has the power to make you forget how to breathe. He knows exactly what he’s doing when he throws it your way. (And you hate yourself for falling for it every single time. But not enough to stop looking.)
౨ৎ He doesn’t just walk; he prowls. There’s a predatory grace to the way Mattheo moves, like he’s always two seconds away from either a fight or dragging you into a dark corner. (You wouldn’t mind the later one, do you?)
౨ৎ Voice? A slow burn. Low, raspy, and smooth, like he’s smoked one too many cigarettes but still has you hanging on every word. When he whispers, it’s game over. (He calls you “trouble” in that tone, and suddenly you’re ready to commit a crime.)
౨ৎ Anger Management Issues | Mattheo doesn’t yell—he doesn’t have to. His rage is cold, quiet, and calculated, which somehow makes it ten times scarier. He’ll get even, and he’ll do it in a way that leaves scars. (Emotionally and physically.)
౨ৎ Fight first, ask questions never. Mattheo’s solution to any problem is his fists. Someone looked at him wrong? Fight. Someone disrespected Theo or Draco? Fight. Someone dared to breathe near you? FIGHT. (And he’ll win, obviously. Look at him.)
౨ৎ Slytherin Prince energy. He doesn’t care for titles, but people gravitate to him anyway. He’s magnetic, exuding a dangerous charisma that makes you want to follow him—even if it means walking straight into hell.
౨ৎ Soft spots? Hidden under lock and key. Mattheo doesn’t open up easily, but when he does, it’s devastating. A rare, crooked smile or a quiet laugh, and suddenly your whole world tilts. (We LOVE a secretly soft bad boy.)
Would you let Mattheo Riddle ruin your life? Absolutely. Would you thank him afterward? Also yes. (No notes. Just him.)
Mattheo Riddle | Personality
౨ৎ He’s loud but in that dangerously calm way when it matters most. Mattheo knows exactly how to push buttons, whether it’s with a smirk, a biting remark, or just the way he looks at you like he knows all your secrets. (Spoiler: he probably does.)
౨ৎ The type of person who thrives in chaos. He’s not a troublemaker by default; he just is trouble. People either avoid him completely or flock to him like moths to a flame—usually the latter. (WE LOVE A MAN WHO IS THE RED FLAG AND THE WHOLE DAMN CARNIVAL!)
౨ৎ Reputation? Notorious. Everyone knows Mattheo Riddle. Maybe it’s because he’s always at the center of some scandal, or maybe it’s just because you can’t not notice him.
౨ৎ Manipulative, but make it hot. He doesn’t need to raise his voice or even argue much. Mattheo knows how to twist words and situations until you’re the one apologizing to him. (And then he has the audacity to smirk about it.)
౨ৎ Fights aren’t something he picks—they’re something that find him. But once he’s in one? All bets are off. "You wanted this. Don’t start crying now."
౨ৎ Unlike Theo’s quiet menace, Mattheo fights loud. He taunts his opponent with sharp quips and cruel laughter, the kind of guy who’ll land a punch and then casually fix his hair like it was nothing.
౨ৎ Obsessive tendencies galore. When Mattheo decides something—or someone—is his, it’s game over. He doesn’t just like you; he fixates. (Good luck trying to shake him off because you’re not going anywhere.)
౨ৎ Affection? Worship disguised as possessiveness. He’s the type to follow you around like a shadow, making sure everyone knows you’re off-limits. His jealousy? Immediate and obvious. "If you wanted to make me mad, congratulations, princess. Now, what are you going to do about it?"
౨ৎ He’s a natural flirt, but it’s not rehearsed. Everything about Mattheo is raw, instinctive, and dripping with confidence. (The man could make tying his shoes look like foreplay. It’s unfair.)
౨ৎ Smirks more than he smiles, and every single one is lethal. It’s the kind of smirk that makes you rethink your life choices. (Like why you aren’t currently pinned against a wall by him.)
౨ৎ His anger is a wildfire—hot, destructive, and consuming. But what’s scarier is the moments right before he snaps, when his voice lowers and his eyes darken. That’s when you really start praying.
౨ৎ Chaotic protector energy. Mattheo doesn’t have many people he’d go to the ends of the earth for, but if you’re one of them? He’ll burn the world down to keep you safe. (And he’d make it look sexy while doing it.)
He’s not just passionate; he’s intense. Whether it’s fights, emotions, or sex, Mattheo doesn’t do anything halfway. He’s all-in, all the time. (Exhausting? Yes. Worth it? Also yes.)
Would you let Mattheo Riddle ruin your day, your life, and your sanity? Absolutely. Would you regret it? Never.
౨ৎ Layers of chaos. On the surface, Mattheo looks like he’s got everything under control—swagger, confidence, and a devil-may-care attitude. But under all that? Oh, he’s a mess. Overthinks everything, but you’d never know it because he masks it with a cocky grin and impulsive decisions. (SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN A THERAPIST, BUT ALSO LET HIM KEEP THE TOXIC EDGE. WE LOVE IT.)
౨ৎ Moody as hell, but in the hot way. You’ll know when he’s upset because he gets too quiet, that jawline clenching just so. He won’t lash out; instead, he’ll brood in the corner until someone’s brave enough to poke the bear. "Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be? *Smirk.* " (Sir, that smirk says you’re about to burn the whole castle down.)
౨ৎ Impulsive to the core. Plans? Never heard of them. Mattheo acts on instinct—whether it’s throwing a punch or dragging you into an empty corridor because he needs you right now. It’s a miracle he hasn’t landed himself in Azkaban.
౨ৎ Organized chaos. His notes are scribbled, his robes are half-untucked, and yet he’s always prepared. Somehow. He doesn’t stress about the details; he just wings it. (And annoyingly, it works out every time.)
౨ৎ Languages? Oh, he knows a few. His Italian is rough but so hot, especially when he’s muttering something under his breath that you can’t quite catch. And Merlin help you when he growls something in Parseltongue. (THE THINGS WE’D LET HIM DO IN THAT LANGUAGE.)
౨ৎ Smart but reckless. Mattheo doesn’t study much, but he’s one of those annoyingly brilliant types who can pick up a spell by watching someone else do it once. He’d ace every class if he cared enough to put in the effort.
౨ৎ Social butterfly with teeth. He thrives in social situations—not because he’s polite, but because he’s got the charisma of a goddamn snake. Everyone either loves him, hates him, or fears him. Sometimes all three at once. "Hey, sweetheart. Didn’t think I’d catch you looking, but here we are." (Boy, nobody was looking. But now we are.)
౨ৎ Driest sense of humor. Mattheo’s sarcasm is so sharp it could cut glass. Half the time, people not sure if he’s joking or insulting them.
౨ৎ But according to him you look good in everything. Wearing a garbage bad? "Oh baby, You look like goddess"
౨ৎ Drinks tea like an old man. (Yeah, you thought he’d be a whiskey guy, didn’t you? Nope. Earl Grey, no sugar, no milk. Deal with it.)
౨ৎ Parties are his stage. Mattheo doesn’t just attend parties—he owns them. Whether he’s in the center of a fight or the middle of the dance floor, he’s the one everyone’s watching. And if he’s not? He’ll make sure he is. "Draco’s drunk, Theo’s being boring, and you’re coming with me. Now."
౨ৎ Protector vibes, but make it chaotic. Mattheo will fight anyone, anywhere, at any time if they so much as look at his friends the wrong way. But he’s not the silent type—oh no, he’s the guy yelling insults mid-fight and making sure the whole room knows why this person deserved it.
౨ৎ Would you trust Mattheo Riddle to make a single responsible decision in his life? No. Would you follow him into the chaos anyway? Absolutely.
Mattheo Riddle | Boyfriend
Oh, dating Mattheo Riddle is like dating a thunderstorm: chaotic, intense, and utterly mesmerizing. He’s a mix of reckless devotion, gentlemanly gestures, and just the right amount of toxic edge to keep things interesting.
౨ৎ The Fighter You Can’t Stay Mad At:
Let’s get this out of the way: Mattheo is always getting into fights. Whether it’s over you, his friends, or just because someone looked at him wrong, his knuckles are perpetually bruised.
You’ve become an expert at patching him up, and even though he winces when you clean his wounds, he sits still because you’re the one touching him.
But the second you start crying while bandaging him up? Oh, his heart shatters. He’d rather die in the ring than see tears in your eyes. "Baby, please don’t cry. It’s just a scratch—I’m fine, I promise." (Spoiler: It’s not just a scratch, but he’ll never admit it because he can’t stand upsetting you.)
౨ৎ The Open Book:
Mattheo tells you everything. Even the dumb stuff that doesn’t matter.
He’ll burst into your room with stories about the dumb prank Theo pulled or the argument he had with Draco over which Quidditch team is better.
It’s not just oversharing—it’s that he wants you to be part of every aspect of his life. You’re his person, and he doesn’t hold back. "Guess what? Draco tripped on his robe this morning, We saw his penis, and Theo nearly died laughing. You should’ve been there—it was glorious."
౨ৎ Your Number One Listener:
If you’re a talker, Mattheo listens like your words are the most important thing in the world. He’ll nod, ask questions, and remember everything.
You’ll mention something in passing—like wanting to try a new dessert—and two weeks later, he’ll surprise you with it.
And if someone interrupts you while you’re talking? Oh, they’re about to meet a very pissed-off Mattheo. "She wasn’t finished speaking. Shut up and wait your turn."
౨ৎ Gentleman With a Hint of Chaos:
Despite his bad-boy demeanor, Mattheo has a surprisingly soft, thoughtful side.
He carries pads or tampons for you, keeps a hair tie around his wrist just in case, and always has a water bottle on hand because you forget to stay hydrated.
He’ll open doors, walk on the side closest to the street, and make sure you’re warm when it’s cold. (But let’s be honest, he’ll also yank you into a broom closet mid-conversation because he needs to feel you right now.)
౨ৎ Hopelessly Devoted (But Low-Key Toxic):
Mattheo worships the ground you walk on, but don’t mistake that for him being easygoing. Oh no. His loyalty comes with a dark, possessive streak.
He’s not the type to tell you who you can or can’t talk to, but rest assured, anyone who crosses a line with you will regret it.
You can do anything, like literally anything. You can kill a guy and all Mattheo would do is kiss your forehead and hide the body. According to him you are never wrong. You can slap him, punch him, or worse kill him he would still justify it saying there must be a reason behind this.
He’s subtle but scary when it comes to protecting you. A cutting glare, a whispered threat, or just his mere presence is usually enough to keep people in line.
౨ৎ How He Fell in Love:
Mattheo thought he was immune to love. Sure, he flirted and hooked up, but real feelings? Nah, not for him.
Until you came along.
It hit him during one of his usual brawls. He glanced at the crowd, and there you were, looking so worried. And suddenly, getting punched didn’t matter—making sure you never had to worry about him like that again did.
Afterward, he was awkward as hell trying to tell you how he felt. He didn’t have Theo’s calculated charm or Draco’s smoothness. Instead, he just blurted it out one day while you were laughing at some dumb joke he made. "I love you. Like, I think I’d die if you ever left me, so… yeah."
Your stunned silence nearly killed him, but then you kissed him, and he knew he’d never want anyone else.
౨ৎ Ride or Die Energy:
Mattheo isn’t just your boyfriend; he’s your partner in crime.
Whether it’s sneaking into the Restricted Section, hexing someone who pissed you off, or just holding your hand while you rant, he’s always got your back.
He might be reckless, dramatic, and a little toxic, but he’s also fiercely loyal, endlessly devoted, and absolutely crazy about you.
Dating Mattheo Riddle? Exhausting. Chaotic. Perfect.
Mattheo Riddle | Affection
Mattheo Riddle isn't the type to pour out his feelings in grand speeches or dramatic gestures—no, he's far too intense and possessive for that. But when it comes to affection? He’s got a way of showing it that’ll make you never doubt how much you mean to him.
౨ৎ The Quiet, Intense Affection:
Mattheo is a man of action, not words. He won’t always tell you he loves you, but his touch? Oh, it says everything.
His hand on your waist when you walk through crowded hallways. The way his fingers graze your back when you’re standing too close to someone.
In public, he’s cool and calm. But when it’s just the two of you? He’s all about that quiet intensity that makes your heart race.
If someone tries to flirt with you? He’ll just stand there, leaning against a wall with a smirk, eyes dark and unreadable, watching. He doesn’t need to say a word; everyone knows you’re his.
౨ৎ Praise Kink, Because Why Not?
Mattheo lives for praising you, but not in some sugary, over-the-top way. No, his words are quiet, almost off-handed—but they hit like a freight train.
"I don't know how you make doing nothing look so fucking sexy."
“You’re brilliant. You’ve got this whole school eating out of the palm of your hand, and I love it.”
He’ll say things that seem like offhand compliments but are actually his way of making it clear you’re the most important thing in his life. You’ll think about it later, and that’s when it hits: he means it.
౨ৎ Acts of Service—Mattheo Style:
Mattheo won’t jump up and start fussing over you the second you’re upset. He’ll do it in his own way—quietly, but with a look that says he’ll take care of you.
He won’t tell you when he’s bought your favorite candy or snuck into the library to grab the book you mentioned once.
"You said you were feeling stressed, so I already cleared your schedule for the week," he’ll say, as though it’s no big deal. (It’s a huge deal, but he’ll never admit it.)
If you’re tired and need a break, you can bet Mattheo will be the one to drag you out of the common room for a walk, simply so you can breathe without all the chaos.
౨ৎ Possessiveness, But Make It Sexy:
Mattheo doesn’t have to raise his voice or throw punches to show how much you’re his. His possessiveness is felt—a deep, simmering intensity that wraps around you.
At parties, his hand is always on you. Resting on your back, on your thigh, on the curve of your waist. Every touch is a claim, subtle but strong.
He doesn’t need to make a scene when someone flirts with you. Instead, you’ll see him lean in, whisper something in your ear, and the person who was trying to flirt with you? Suddenly, they’ll lose interest.
"I believe you’re standing a little too close to her," Mattheo will say, his voice smooth, and then? Instant silence. You’ll never see that person again.
౨ৎ The Soft Side of Mattheo:
Don’t be fooled by his hard exterior—Mattheo has a surprisingly soft side, but only when he’s with you.
He loves wrapping you up in his arms, his strong hands gently cradling your head as he runs his fingers through your hair. The moment the world is quiet, Mattheo will pull you closer, murmuring things only meant for you.
"You’re the only one who can make me feel like I can finally breathe," he’ll whisper, kissing your forehead like it’s the most sacred thing in the world.
He’s the type to hold you while you fall asleep, his hand resting on your back, as though he’s terrified of letting you go.
౨ৎ Mattheo Riddle, the Perfect Boyfriend:
He’s everything you didn’t know you needed. Intense, protective, and slightly toxic, but in the best way possible.
He’ll fight for you, adore you in his own way, and make you feel like you’re the only one in the world.
It’s the kind of love that burns, but in the most thrilling, heart-stopping way possible.
Because, at the end of the day, Mattheo Riddle isn’t just your boyfriend—he’s your protector, your love, your obsession.
And honestly? You’d never want it any other way.
(So yeah, you might occasionally hate how possessive he is, but you love it. Let’s be real, you know he’s all yours and you wouldn’t have it any other way.)
Mattheo Riddle | Obsessive Devotion
If Theodore is calculated destruction, Mattheo Riddle is reckless chaos. He doesn’t just want you to fall apart; he wants to be the reason you can’t put yourself back together. With Mattheo, it’s raw, unrelenting intensity—the kind that leaves you breathless, marked, and utterly ruined.
౨ৎ The Firestarter:
Mattheo thrives on tension, but unlike Theo’s slow burn, Mattheo’s approach is an inferno. He’ll corner you in dark hallways, his hands caging you against the wall, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmurs something filthy.
"You think you can tease me like that and get away with it? Oh, sweetheart, we’re far from done."
He doesn’t do subtle. His need is primal, immediate, and entirely consuming. If you’re within reach, you’re his—whether it’s in the privacy of his dorm or against a cold stone wall in the dungeons.
౨ৎ Possessive Chaos:
Mattheo doesn’t just want to own you—he needs to make sure everyone else knows it.
He leaves marks on purpose, smirking when you try to cover them up. "Don’t hide it, baby. Let them see who you belong to."
He’ll pull you onto his lap at parties, his hands gripping your thighs possessively, his dark eyes daring anyone to come close.
౨ৎ Praise Me, Baby:
Mattheo isn’t shy about telling you exactly how much he wants you. His words are rough, filthy, and laced with need, but they always leave you trembling.
"You’re a fucking goddess, you know that? Look at you, taking me so perfectly."
He thrives on your reactions—every gasp, every moan, every arch of your back. It’s his fuel, his addiction.
And if you praise him back? If you tell him he’s good, that he’s making you feel amazing? His restraint snaps. He becomes desperate, almost feral, to prove that he can give you everything you want and more.
౨ৎ Control Meets Chaos:
Mattheo loves being in control, but he’s also unpredictable. One moment, he’s guiding you with a firm, steady hand; the next, he’s pinning you down, his lips bruising yours as he loses himself in the heat of the moment.
He’s rough but never careless. Every grip, every bite, every growled "mine" is deliberate, a testament to just how much he adores you.
Push him too far, though—maybe tease him with a sly smile or brush your fingers against his neck when you know he can’t do anything about it—and you’ll unlock a side of him that’s both thrilling and terrifying.
"You want to play games, sweetheart? Fine. But don’t think for a second you’ll win."
౨ৎ The Edge of Obsession:
Mattheo isn’t just devoted—he’s obsessed. He memorizes every little thing about you—your favorite scent, the way your lips twitch when you’re amused, the soft sounds you make when he kisses that spot just below your ear.
He carries your favorite snacks in his bag, not because you asked, but because he noticed you skipped lunch one day.
౨ৎ Endurance King:
Mattheo doesn’t stop until you’re trembling, breathless, and begging for mercy. Even then, he’ll push just a little further, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he watches you fall apart beneath him.
"One more, baby. Just one more. You can do that for me, can’t you?"
And when you think you’ve reached your limit, he’ll hold you close, his voice soft and soothing as he helps you come back down.
౨ৎ Switching It Up:
Mattheo loves being in control, but when you take charge? Oh, it drives him wild. The second you push him onto the bed, straddle his hips, and demand that he behave, he’s putty in your hands.
"You’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind, baby."
Watching you take what you want from him—feeling your nails dig into his skin, hearing the way you gasp his name—it’s enough to make him come undone every single time.
౨ৎ The Vulnerable Side of Mattheo:
As intense and chaotic as he is, Mattheo has a softer side that he only shows to you. After the fire has burned out, he’ll hold you close, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispers things he’d never admit in the light of day.
"You’re everything to me, you know that? I’d burn the whole world down for you."
He loves running his fingers through your hair, tracing lazy patterns on your skin as he listens to your heartbeat. It’s in those quiet moments that you see the depth of his devotion—the way he’s completely, irreversibly yours.
౨ৎ Mattheo Riddle, The Lover You’ll Never Forget:
He’s fire and brimstone, chaos and passion, but beneath it all is a man who would do anything to make you feel loved, desired, and protected.
With Mattheo, every touch, every word, every moment is a whirlwind of intensity that leaves you craving more.
Because once you’ve been loved by Mattheo Riddle? No one else will ever compare.
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A fun way to trick a birthday girl: make her promise to wear her presents all day. Just try to mumble “only ” when saying… “wear only the presents “ so she thinks it’s “wear the presents”
Then first give her the present with the high heels. Let her put on her new shoes. And then give the present with the handcuffs. And handcuff her to an object (like a pole/beam). And strip her clothes away, because she is only going to wear her presents. Most fun way is cut off the clothes. And as a bonus you could give her an extra present: like a ball gag.
She will love that birthday party.
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Mommy does not know that Daddy has baby-girl tied up in their basement, or that he and his buddies keep sneaking off down there to use and tease her
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Mommy does not know that Daddy has baby-girl tied up in their basement, or that he and his buddies keep sneaking off down there to use and tease her
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Jace Herondale in a relationship with someone who has anxiety
Jace Herondale Masterlist
Note: A little self-indulgent here because I have diagnosed anxiety
Warnings: Anxiety, crowds, food, among other things.
|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|
He picked up on it really fast
He might not have realized it was anxiety but he just knew that you were uncomfortable
Jace tries his best to help you
If you feel overwhelmed by a crowd he’s quick to pull the two of you in an alleyway so you calm down
Afraid of speaking? He’s got you
He knows your thoughts and motives so he has no problem communicating your thoughts to someone else
Also has no problem telling someone off or punching them for making you uncomfortable
If your nervous from someone staring at you he steps in between the two of you
Nervous about a fight? He’s never out of your sight
He likes to name the facts or his observations
For example: you think everyone is staring at your outfit while at a restaurant
He catches your eye
“Everyone is here to eat.”
“This place is pretty, they’re admiring the scenery.”
“Did you see the way his eye just twitched?” He’s on a first date with that girl, he’s too busy trying to impress her to notice anything around him. Like how he’s about to spill the water right down his shirt.”
“You don’t know these people. They don’t know you.”
“Even if you were ever to be in the same room again, you wouldn’t recognize each other.”
“You look stunning.”
If it’s too loud in a room and you’re okay with it, he wraps him arms around you and pulls you to his chest so you can listen to his heart beat
Will defend you from anyone
This man would fight to the death for you
Overwhelmed by the amount of work you need to do? He helps you plan it out with plenty of breaks inbetween
Has an endless amount of patience for you
Would sit with you for hours to help you on whatever you’re doing
He’s really good at massages too
If you’re having a headache or you’re stiff he doesn’t mind rubbing your back, shoulders, head, etc.
But he would like one in return
If you’re feeling overstimulated from talking to so many people he’ll find an empty area where you can be alone, or he’ll just take you home
He doesn’t care if it’s an important event you are his #1 priority
He’s subconsciously making sure that you’re eating enough and drinking enough water
He’s probably showed up to your room before with either a nice snack or meal saying how, “You have not eaten.”
He’s your emotional support person when you go out into the wild public
He doesn’t care if you cling to him or follow him around at a social event the entire time, in fact, he enjoys it
if he’s not with you, he’s worried the entire time
Like seriously, he’s acting like a parent
doesn’t like to be away from you if he knows you could be put into a situation where you get anxious (which is a lot)
Big on praising you
He’s good at noticing what your most self-conscious about and he just spends so much time praising it
He has a really nice voice too
Sometimes he just whispers to you while in public events about nonsense just to distract you or to make you smile
Doesn’t give a fuck who sees the two of you (unless it puts you in danger)
If you’re insecure about other people finding him attractive he’d probably make out with you in front of them just to remind you that you’re the only one he cares about
He probably has some anxiety too
He just doesn’t realize it
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Jace in COB, where instead of Clary being able to take the cup out of the card it’s actually the reader, and when Valentine tries to hurt her or threaten her to get her to give him the cup Jace just gets super protective,
And/or
Reader and Jace are already in a relationship; Valentine needs Jace to do something for him, Jace refuses. Valentine responds by threatening to hurt the reader if Jace doesn’t do what Valentine wants him to, and Jace loses it, grabbing every weapon he can find trying to get his ‘father’ away from the reader while Valentine is just taunting him.
I know they’re kind of strange asks, I’m sorry. Your writing is wonderful!
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Jace Wayland Being Protective
headcanons
summary: what it’s like when jace wayland is protective over you
pairing: jace wayland x reader
warnings: mentions of canon typical violence
note: jace wayland the loml this isn’t going to do well because i’m pretty sure the mortal instruments fandom is dead but i hope you love this !!
Jace is already extremely protective over you on a normal day.
He knows that you can take care of yourself for the most part, but protecting people is quite literally his job.
When Valentine is around, Jace’s protectiveness goes up like six notches. He’s always by your side, making sure you stay a safe distance away from any conflict that may be arising.
When Valentine grabs you, threatening your life if Clary didn’t hand over the cup, Jace loses his mind. He has to be physically restrained from attacking Valentine.
Jace isn’t one to show emotion very often, instead choosing to bottle his feelings. However, when your life is on the line, he can’t help but get visibly frustrated and angry.
Jace grabs any weapon he can, shouting threats at Valentine and practically begging him to let you go.
When you’re finally a safe enough distance away from Valentine, Jace loses it. He almost kills Valentine before he escapes.
Jace is incredibly protective of you. He’ll kill anyone who ever threatens your life.
No matter how strong and capable you may be, Jace always pushes you behind him when you’re around any visible danger. He would never forgive himself if he let you get hurt.
While he may not always express it, Jace loves you so much and would quite literally die before he let anything bad happen to you.
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hey lovely could you do an jace nsfw alphabet? i dont think ive seen one for him. i love your writing your the best! ❤️
of course!!! i remember seeing one a while ago, i'm not sure where it's gone!! but of course i had to do it anyway cos i love these!! :)
Jace (Wayland? Herondale? Morgenstern? Lightwood??) NSFW Alphabet!
warnings: NSFW!! it's in the name!!
notes: sorry for not posting much lately, i've been too busy learning how to edit because I'VE MADE A JAMIE TIKTOK!!! i haven't posted anything yet but if you want to follow me this is my account :) anyways...
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He usually doesn’t care for it, but you’re the exception. He would make sure he takes care of you in every way he can, especially if he has been rough with you. He’d clean you up before he brings you a glass of water and the two of you would either just cuddle on his bed or he would run a bath for you. In the beginning of your relationship, he wasn’t sure what aftercare was really about, or how it worked, but he knew he wanted to make sure you were okay after sex, and he knew he didn’t want you to leave as soon as you had both finished.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favourite body part of his own is definitely his hands. I mean come on, they’re beautiful. Although they’d carry many scars from fights and other marks, he loved the way they looked on your body, especially as his hands are rather big. Of course he’d love to see his hands caressing your hips, pulling you closer to him, and around your neck, but he also just loved the way it looked when you would hold hands, and when he could compare your hand sizes and he would make fun of how small yours looked in comparison to his.
His favourite body part of yours… he would say your face and argue about how that it is technically a part of your body. He loves placing kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, your nose and especially your lips. He loves the colour of your eyes and how they seem to darken when he knows you’re needy. But if he had to choose an actual body part he would say your neck as he loves to leave bruises there with his mouth and he very much enjoys the sounds you make when he finds that one particular spot.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He loves to cum inside you, you could go as far as saying he perhaps has a breeding kink? But he’s never really thought that far ahead. He just loves the thought of you being full up with him in as many ways as possible, knowing that even when he’s not fucking you, part of him is still inside you. This also applies to when you give him blowjobs, most of the time he makes sure you’ve swallowed every last drop, unless he’s feeling a bit more adventurous, which then he’d cum on your face.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
I don’t know if it’s really a dirty secret but he liked you for a while before the two of you began dating, and he once accidentally walked into you in the shower. It took everything in him to hold back and walk away, he wanted to wait for you to get out, tell you how he felt and fuck you so hard youd forget your name. But he held back another week, but he didn’t leave your room without a pair of your underwear. After that night, he spent the rest of the week hooking up with random girls and imagining they were you as he fucked them, but no matter how hard he tried, he knew they just weren’t you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
OH HE IS EXPERIENCED AND YOU KNOW IT!!! He knows exactly what to do in the bedroom, and he knows exactly what you like and what brings you to the edge quicker than you could say his name. Whenever you want to try something new in the bedroom, it’s likely that he’s already familiar with it.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He doesn’t like to admit it as it makes him seem “too vanilla” but he loves missionary with you. He loves watching your face as he fucks you and your eyes roll back. He loves being able to run his hands over your body and lift your hips up to his.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
It can go both ways, for example if he’s had a bad day he’d rather be more serious in the moment, but if you two had just come home from a party and you were both drunk, there would be a lot more giggling involved.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He likes to keep it clean and tidy down there, shaving every couple of weeks as he prefers how it looks. Although, if he weren't to shave the hair he grows is quite light and so isn’t very noticeable when it begins to grow out.
And when it comes to you, he believes it’s your body and your choice. Hair is natural, and nothing to be ashamed of!
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Oh Jace is such a romantic when it comes to you. He’ll hold you close as he fucks you and whisper things in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are and how he’s never loved someone as much as he loves you. But this can also change when you want him to be rough, he can be very dominant, shoving your face into the pillows, calling you degrading names that makes you even wetter than he imagined possible. But deep down, he’s a romantic.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He’d masturbate almost every night before you and him got together. Now, he doesn’t really have a need to. But sometimes when you’re away or when he’s in the shower and thinking about you, he’ll get off to the thought of you. Sometimes when he’s finished he’d feel guilty for doing this, but in the moment he’s too horny to even think straight.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Should I make a list? I’ll make a list.
Edging
Orgasm control
Hair pulling
Choking and breath play
Handcuffs
Spanking
Breeding
Daddy kink
Cockwarming
Thigh riding
Spitting
Degrading
I could go on and on about this but I’ll stop here.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His bedroom, your bedroom and the bathroom. He likes to know you’re comfortable and there’s not a risk of being caught. He doesn’t like the thought of anyone seeing you the way he sees you, he doesn't want anyone hearing the noises you make as they’re all for him! He even made you rush back to his room from the greenhouse when you made him hard from sitting on his lap.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
The way you look at him when you’re needy. He would have to hold back from taking you over the kitchen table if you were to give him that look during breakfast. But also when you would surprise him with new lingerie. When you walk from your room to his in your robe with nothing but a lingerie set on underneath… prepare to not be able to walk in the morning.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
The thought of having a threesome isn’t something he likes. As I’ve mentioned, whilst dating Jace you are his and only his. He doesn’t like the thought of another man touching your body, and equally you don’t like the thought of Jace fucking anyone else. So that’s something that’s off the table, at least for the moment.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
HE LOVES TO GIVE ORAL. Jace is the king of giving head. He knows exactly what to do and just how you like it. He could spend the rest of his life between your thighs, quite happily. Even if neither of you have the time or the energy for sex, he will still go down on you like a starving man. He loves to give <3
He also loves receiving, as any guy would. He loves when you drop to your knees in front of him and take him down your throat. However, he will always prefer to give. What a gentleman.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It all depends on the mood and the moment. If you had a heated argument and you ended up pushed against the wall with his tongue down your throat then you’d expect it to be rough and fast. But if you’d just come home from a date then he’d carry you to the bed, take his time with you and show you how much you really mean to him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
If either of you need to do it, then you need to do it! However, it doesn’t happen very often as he’d rather take his time.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
If you’re comfortable with it! He doesn’t want to put you in a situation where you don’t feel safe or comfortable
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Oh he could last all night and all day if you asked him to. He’s trained all his life so he has stamina, and he definitely shows it off in the bedroom. You’d be a drooling wreck beneath him before he’s even begun to sweat.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t own any, but he surprised you with a vibrator for your birthday one year and he loves to use it on you, or to watch you use it on yourself. He would happily experiment with more if you were to ask him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He loves to tease. He’d place his hand on your thigh at the most inconvenient times and begin to move it upwards. You’d swat him away but it would only encourage him to tease you more.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s not very loud, but he’ll definitely moan your name and let out low groans as his hips roll against yours. He tries to keep quiet so the others don't hear him but if you're both home alone then... ;)
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Jace lost his virginity in the greenhouse with a girl he only dated for a few days. He had been very cocky and told her he’d fucked loads of girls before and then when it finally came to the act he wasn’t too sure what to do and when she left he was feeling quite embarrassed, but thankfully she ended up moving away so he never had to see her again. He didn’t have sex for 6 months after that, and he even read a few books on how to improve in the bedroom, as he never wanted to feel that same shame again (and he never did!)
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s definitely hiding at least 7 inches down there, his cock would be the biggest you’ve taken and it’s very satisfying ;)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He’s horny all the damn time. You could literally just breathe and he’d be turned on. He’s always had access to sex whenever he wanted it, being as stunningly attractive as he is, and girls would throw themselves at him so he’s never really had to suppress the feelings before and control himself until he met you. You can even tell when he has to hold himself back from crashing his lips into yours and taking you on the bathroom sink.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He could fall asleep quite quickly after he finishes, but he makes sure you’re looked after first. When he’s certain that you’re happy and comfortable, he can fall asleep with you in his arms <3
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Imagine Klaus with super shy reader who is just the cutest thing but doesn't really notice the attention she gets, so Klaus is always getting her stuff and spraying his cologne on it so other vampires know she is taken... 👀
Please and thank you👀
Possessive Nature
Y/n was a darling little thing.
She was quiet and timid girl, never wanted much involvement or to upset anybody.
That included Klaus.
It often confused him how someone as sweet as her could ever want to be associated with a monster like him, not that he would verbalise these thoughts. He enjoyed his time with her far too much to question it.
There was no doubt that she was genuine. Klaus could tell that she wouldn't be able to lie to him. She was too kind to ever mislead him or take advantage.
Which meant she was easy to trust, easily to let in.
Once he started opening up and being more honest with her, she became even more affectionate and caring towards him. Klaus found it utterly adorable how she acted as though he were glass that would break if she said or did anything to harshly to him. He had told her many times that she didn't have to be so careful around him.
Dozens of times he had teased the idea of them being more than friends, though she never quite seemed to catch on. Even when she would be snuggled up on his lap while watching a movie and his fingers slowly inched up her thighs until they slipped under her skirt and traced the edge of her panties. She would just shift a little bit and he would smirk to himself as he stroked the inside of her thighs gently.
He did this often and one day, he finally got the reaction he had desired.
His fingers had been subconsciously toying with the lace of her panties while his eyes watched the television before then when an addictive scent reached his nose. He wasn’t certain on what it was before he felt the undeniable heat that brushed against his knuckles. Klaus felt his eyes darken as he glanced down to see Y/n struggling to stay still, her soft cheeks had blushed pink and nervousness was evident across her confused face.
Klaus gently pressed his fingertip against her panties and an instant whimper left her sweet lips when she felt the pressure on her pussy.
He shushed her softly as he slowly rubbed her through the thin material. Y/n panted for breath at the unfamiliar feeling. Her body naturally moved with his hand to feel the friction that brought so much pleasure.
Their focus was completely lost from the movie as he tugged her panties to the side and caressed her clit tenderly. The way it pulsed against his touch had him all the more eager to help her reach the height of her pleasure.
Klaus was a thousand percent certain that Y/n had never been touched like this, her reaction made that clear with how she gasped for air, she was so unsure of what to do with her hands or her body and she came so quickly. Klaus continued to rub her slowly as her orgasm rippled through her. She was a trembling mess on his lap while he whispered to her that it was okay and that she did such a good job.
They snuggled back up after and he continued to comfort her with kind words of affirmation and affection while she calmed down and rest her head against his arm.
Y/n had been extra shy around him after that, and rather embarrassed but he had only chuckled when she tried to avoid him and pulled her back into his lap. “Oh come on sweetheart, you can’t get shy on me now” he murmured into her ear, sliding his hands to her thighs and delighting at the immediate scent of her arousal. She whimpered and he smiled, kissing her cheek before pecking her lips and chuckling at her dark blush. “You’re so lovely” he muttered softly as he cupped her face and guided her lips to his.
They never needed to verbalise or label their relationship, it was just known that they were together and that they belonged to each other.
Though not everyone seemed to respect that, Klaus had found.
A growl had bubbled in his throat when a man had bought Y/n a drink and was tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Klaus knew that wouldn’t understand the man’s intentions, it had taken months for her to understand his own but either way it pissed him off.
Y/n had been utterly confused when Klaus snapped at the man, shoving him away from his girl and threatening the guy for should he ever try to touch her again.
The hybrid had pulled Y/n back home and pressed himself all over her, scenting her much like a wolf would his mate. Y/n wasn’t sure why he was so upset or angry but she didn’t complain when he rubbed his scent into her, instead she just caressed the back of his neck and nuzzle closer.
Klaus discovered that other supernaturals would steer clear of Y/n if she smelt strongly of Klaus. The hybrid energy would roll off of her despite her being merely human and would put them on edge.
So he made sure that all her clothes were washed alongside his own clothes before spraying his cologne all over each item before giving it to her.
On the occasion that he knew she would be around other vampires or wolves, he would wear a tshirt for the first few hours of the day before having her wear it for the rest of the day.
Often, seeing her dressed in his shirt was more than enough to satisfy his possessive nature but sometimes if there were specific people that he knew had an attraction to her were to be around her then he would need to go that step further.
She’d be in his shirt, boxers and socks. Only wearing her own jeans after he had tried to hold his up around her waist by a belt but she had tripped over the excess length. Begrudgingly he agreed that perhaps she could wear her own, in the fashion of compromising though, he had her legs wrapped around his waist while he rubbed his body between them to ensure her legs smelt strongly of him. Only then could she go out.
As soon as she would get home he would be on top of her again, nipping at her neck and kissing her all over while his hands caressed the length of her body and he asked her about how it went.
She would tell him that she had missed him and that she needed him. Klaus would always warm at that and give her whatever she wanted.
In his eyes she deserved everything and she always would. He just had to make sure that nobody else would offer what he could.
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Daddy Roman saying “Where’s daddy’s good girl?” After you were a brat all dayyyyy
minors dni!!
It didn’t take long for you to shed your evening gown from your tense frame, your makeup scrubbed from your face and your hair washed clean from the stiff and crunchy hairspray in a scalding hot shower that you’d desperately needed to get your head back on straight.
It had been a meeting with some of Godfrey industries investors, a celebration of a new miracle product or whatever- to be honest, you hadn’t paid much attention when he’d told you about it, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you had wanted was to stay home with your fiancée, after weeks of being apart, merely enjoying each other’s company rather than stress about work.
Instead, that seemed impossible.
And in turn, you’d allowed yourself to be ruthless. Shrugging his hands off of you, interrupting him in the middle of his discussions, refusing to return his affections and just being a general brat the entirety of the night. You could feel his aggression and frustrations building as you embarrassed him in front of his colleagues. But you seemingly couldn’t care less.
Until now.
Now, you’d been craving his affections and his relentless love. Now, you’d wanted his large arms to wrap around you and haul you to bed, your head on his warm chest and your eyes fluttering to a sleepy close with the dull heartbeat thumping in your ear.
“Daddy?”
The small word slipping from your lips makes a chill run down your own spine, his shoulders rolling back as a deep exhale slips past his nostrils, though his eyes refuse to leave the papers in front of him. “What.”
The lack of any pet names, nor affectionate lilt makes you whine softly, and you dig your toes against the smooth, hardwood of his office, your arms crossing lowly across your chest. “Will you be coming to bed…?”
“Not soon.”
“When?”
“When I do.”
“But daddy-“
“Don’t call me that.” He snarls, still refusing to look at your deflated figure. “Not right now.”
Hot, embarrassed tears bite at your waterline, and you sniffle softly at his cruelty. You had been bad. But has he really neglected to see why? Would he really be this unwilling to understand that his little princess needed him?
At your sniffle, you see his hard figure falter slightly, but he still refuses to face you. He doesn’t want to give into you, he won’t, not after the way you’d treated him tonight. Stay strong, he scolds himself as he briefly contemplates coming to your rescue. She had this coming. Brats get treated like brats, she can’t just flaunt you her puppy eyes and always expect you to give in-
He cuts his thoughts off as you shyly toe to stand next to him, fiddling with your fingers. He tosses you a gaze, silently impressed with the absolute nerve you have to not obey him right now. It feels good, embarrassingly good, to have him look at you. To look at you with a strange fondness, rather than disgust that filled his voice.
Fuck, you hate how much you need him.
With a thick swallow and a heat that reaches your cheeks, you timidly wrap your little fingers around the waistband of your sleep shorts, slipping them off your hips and down to pool around your ankles.
He chuckles, “you’re a bold little slut, aren’t you?”
“Only for you, daddy,” you whimper, your bottom lip trembling.
As if he read your mind, he always seems to know exactly what you’re thinking, and for the first time that night, he has mercy on you and pushes himself out from his desk slightly. He pats his thick lap, and obediently, you lay over him, adjusting yourself to get comfortable.
“There’s daddy’s good girl,” he hums, gripping your underwear and tugging it into a wedgie, pulling the fabric up high into your ass crack. You whine and fist your hands tightly, your nails biting into your palm.
“Mm, I missed my girl,” he sighs dramatically. “Where’s daddy’s good girl, hm? Where did she go?”
Before you can say anything else, a massive, heavy palm comes down to smack against your left ass cheek, groaning as it jiggles back against his hand. Already, the sting of the spank bites into your nerves, and your teeth sink into your lower lip to hide your little whimpers.
“Where’s daddy’s good girl? Why was she such a fucking brat today?”
Another sharp, painful spank claps against your cheek, in the same spot as before, and you lurch forwards with a high pitched cry. The same cry gets lost in your throat and replaced with a confused moan when the tips of his fingers toy with your folds peeking through the pulled slit of your panties.
“I’m s-s-sorry, daddy-“
“Save it,” he growls. “You’re not going anywhere for a while, and you’ll need to save your voice for those screams. Understand me?”
“Yes, daddy…”
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Licking up Mattheos blood after a fight completely taking him off guard because he expected u to lecture him 🙏🏾🙏🏾
“listen. before you say anything, he was talking shit about you, alright? and— and you know me. i can’t let him…” his erratic words, going a thousand miles per hour, slowly trail off as his brown eyes land on you, sucking his blood-covered fingers slowly and seductively while gazing intensely at him. “i— uhm, okay. what— uh, what are you doing, exactly?”
he cocks his head to the side, eyes narrowed in confusion as he stares at you with a puzzled expression, but you nonchalantly move closer, cupping his face with both hands and slowly licking up the blood trickling down from his cheeks. he freezes at your touch, unsure of how to react at this unusual situation, yet relieved, as he had been bracing himself to get lectured by you.
“you just look so fucking hot when you’re covered in blood, i can’t help it.” you whisper right into his ear, making him groan at your seductive tone as his wandering hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly in a way to compose himself. “you know what? im not even gonna question it.” he grins, staring up at you with a mix of surprise and satisfaction written all over his face.
you then lean down to his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin as you taste the bitter, metallic tang of blood in your mouth. “that’s a good boy.” you murmur, causing him to throw his head back at your words, his grin only widening. he then pulls you towards him, forcing you to sit on his lap as he eagerly licks his lips. “maybe… i should get into fights more often, huh?” “don’t you fucking dare.” “uh, yep. got it. sorry ma’am.”
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Fwb xavier
Warnings: minors dni!! sexual themes mentioned. fingering. possessive!xavier. rough handling. curse words. slapping. dirty talk. (please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)
Now picture Fwb Xavier enraged when seeing you and Tyler at the weathervane. He resists the impulse to grab you by the arm and drag you out of the coffee shop since the two of you have agreed that you are nothing more than a hookup. Ajax is snickering in his ear, reminding him that Xavier’s down bad. Xavier's face is the deepest shade of red anyone has ever seen, and his leg is bouncing uncontrollably.
“You’re fucking whipped man,” Ajax’s laughter was the last thing he heard. He approached the booth where you and Tyler were seated without giving it a second thought.
“I’m leaving,” Xavier’s eyes were cold and sharp staring directly at yours; not even acknowledging the jackass of the barista. Your face is completely blanketed with perplexity as you turn to face him.
“Okay?” You responded, which just drove Xavier angrier.
“You’re coming.” Before moving toward the door, he spat. You knew xavier loathed Tyler. You knew he’d be furious if he saw you interacting with the barista. But you also knew you’d get fucked senseless later that night. You gathered your bag and got to your feet while grinning proudly. You figured Xavier would be eyeing you through the window so you laid a tender goodbye kiss on Tyler's cheek. And the long haired boy certainly was, his jaw nearly breaking. As you finally left the coffee shop, Xavier was waiting for you with even more rage.
“What’s your problem?” You inquired, being well aware of his problem.
“What’s my problem?” Laughter escaped his lips before his angered expression took over again. “You’re my fucking problem! You think this is a game, huh?” His voice now spewed poison. His tightening hold on your hips caused you to shiver in place as he leaned down toward your ear. "I have a better game for you in mind,” he took your hand and led you back to Nevermore after that. No other words were spoken the entire way home.
Later that night, he fucked you senseless, just as you anticipated. Except it didn't happen just once. Or twice. It was three times and was now preparing for another.
“You think you’re so smart, sweetheart. Two can play at this game.” He grabbed your chin and jerked your head up to look at him. Xavier was amused by the fucked out expression you had on your face. Your chin was dripping with saliva, mascara smudged in the corners of your eyes, and tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. With his free hand, he squeezed your face even harder, as his other pumped ruthlessly inside you, aiming to elicit your fourth orgasm. “You’re a slut you know that? Did you forget you were my little slut at the weathervane?” You twitched around his fingers and moaned aloud when his fingers curled and hit the spongy spot inside of you.
“Say it again.” He demanded. You felt a sting on the side of your face when you took too long to find the words he desired to hear.
“You-you win, xavier!” A satisfied grin appeared on his face once more. Although he despised seeing you with that normie, he had to admit the sex was ten times better when you toyed with his emotions like that. You also had to acknowledge that, despite the fact that you two were merely "friends," you enjoyed when Xavier’s possessive side came out. Xavier relished in the fact that he had something Tyler could never lay his hands on — you.
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