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A Shadow Between the Shelves

Setting: soft!Mattheo Riddle x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, MDNI, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names

Summary: Your library session takes an unexpected turn when the boy who’s been stealing your glances since day one catches your eye again. Curiosity leads you to him in a shadowy corner where he reveals a truth you never dared to imagine—he’s wanted you just as much. And how much he wanted you...

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Please be aware of the warnings before proceeding. If you are underage, sensitive to depictions of violence, or intense explicit content, it is do not to read further. This story is purely fictional and does not reflect or endorse such behavior in real life. Any attempt to replicate the actions described in this story in real life is strongly discouraged. Harry Potter and the Wizarding World is a trademark of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.

It was a chilly Friday evening at Hogwarts, the autumn air had an earthy scent of falling leaves. The Great Hall buzzed with the usual chatter of students enjoying dinner, their laughter and conversation mingling with the occasional hoot of an owl delivering mail. You sat at your houses table, your hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea, trying to summon the energy to face another evening learning for your O.W.L.s. Your friends chattered beside you, their voices a comforting hum in the background.

You looked around. Across the room sat Mattheo Riddle surrounded by his usual group of girls admiring him. He was the center of attention. As always. But you couldn't blame them, he looked perfect. His dark hair fell in unruly waves across his forehead, his sharp jawline accentuated by a smirk that seemed permanently etched onto his face. You had never spoken to him directly, but imagined him with you a million times. His perfect, soft lips against yours and-

“Y/N, are you even listening?” your friend nudged you playfully, breaking your trance.

“Huh? Sorry, what?” you asked, snapping your attention back to the present.

“I said we’re heading to the library. Are you coming?”

“Yeah, sure,” you replied absentmindedly, your eyes drifting once more to him. Mattheo caught your gaze this time, his smirk deepening as he raised an eyebrow. Your cheeks burned, and you quickly looked away, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

But he had.

The walk to the library was brisk, the castle corridors echoing with the soft murmur of passing students and the occasional distant clatter of Peeves causing trouble. The flickering torchlight danced along the cold stone walls, casting long shadows as you and your friends made your way toward the towering double doors of the library.

Pushing them open, you were met with the familiar scent of parchment and the faint musk of aged wood. The library was quieter than usual, most students still lingering in the Great Hall or in their common rooms for the evening.

Your friends quickly claimed a table near the back, setting down their books and chattering softly about the topics they planned to review. You followed, dropping your bag onto the worn wooden surface and sinking into one of the chairs. The weight of your textbooks almost crushed you today and you sighed, resigning yourself to another evening of diagrams, definitions, and endless notes.

Yet, as you pulled out your wand to light the tip for better reading, you couldn’t shake the lingering sensation of being watched. A subtle, prickling awareness danced along the back of your neck. You tried to ignore it, brushing it off as exhaustion or the aftereffects of your earlier encounter in the Great Hall.

But as your fingers absently flipped through the pages of your Potions textbook, your eyes flickered upward, scanning the quiet aisles of bookshelves. There, leaning casually against one of the towering shelves near the Restricted Section, was Mattheo Riddle. His dark eyes gleamed with a knowing glint, and the shadow of that infamous smirk curved his lips.

You froze for a heartbeat, wondering if he’d followed you here—or if it was just an weird coincidence. Before you could decide, Mattheo tilted his head slightly, as if inviting you to figure it out for yourself. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he turned and disappeared between the rows of books, leaving you to wonder whether you should stay in your seat or follow where curiosity might lead.

Well, what could go wrong?

You decided to take a chance, and followed.

With a careful glance to be sure your friends were preoccupied, you set down your wand and quietly slipped from the table, following the path where Mattheo had vanished.

The soft glow of the library's enchanted lamps barely lit the shadowy aisles as you ventured deeper into the maze of bookshelves. The faint sound of Mattheo's steps against the floor guided you, steady and deliberate, until it stopped altogether. Your heartbeat quickened, a mix of apprehension and curiosity flooding your senses.

"Looking for something?" Mattheo’s voice drawled, low and smooth, cutting through the stillness like a blade. You turned sharply, your breath hitching as you found him leaning against one of the shelves, arms crossed over his chest. The dim light softened the sharp angles of his face, but the intensity in his dark eyes was anything but gentle.

“I, uh…” you stammered, trying to piece together an excuse, but words failed you. His smirk widened, and he straightened, closing the distance between you with a few casual steps.

"You’ve been watching me," he said, his voice teasing but laced with something darker, something that made your stomach flutter and knot at the same time. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

Your cheeks burned, and you dropped your gaze to the floor. "I wasn’t—"

“Oh, you were," he interrupted, his tone light but his presence overpowering. He tilted your chin up with a single finger, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "And it’s cute."

His words sent a spark through you, a strange mix of embarrassment and thrill. “What do you want, Mattheo?”

He chuckled softly, the sound rich and full of something you couldn’t quite place. “What do I want?” he repeated, as if tasting the words. "You.”

The confession hung heavy in the air, stealing the breath from your lungs. Before you could process it, he added, his voice softer now, “I’ve always thought you were cute, you know. The way you try so hard to keep to yourself, like you’re invisible. But you’re not. At least, not to me.”

His words were unexpectedly tender, his gaze softening for a moment as he studied your face. A warmth spread through you, melting away some of the tension in your chest.

“You know, I really don't care about the other girls. They're too easy to get. You, on the other hand," he paused, his eyes drifting down, studying the curve of your neck and the dip of your collarbone. “You look at me like you want to be devoured by me. And that makes you very intriguing, Y/n."

The sound of your name in his mouth was a revelation. It rolled off his lips, smooth and velvety, the vowels deepening into a growl at the end.

"Why are you telling me this now?” you whispered.

Mattheo stepped closer, his scent—woodsy and faintly spiced—enveloping you. “Because I wanted to,” he said simply, his voice steady. “Because I think you needed to hear it.”

Your pulse thundered in your ears as his hand moved to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. The gesture was almost gentle, but his eyes darkened as they lingered on yours.

The softness in his expression hardened into something sharper, hungrier. His hand slid from your face to your back, pulling you against him in one swift motion. The sudden closeness left you breathless, and before you could protest or even think, his lips crashed onto yours.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was demanding, possessive, and sending shockwaves through your body. His hands gripped you firmly, one on your waist, the other threading through your hair as he deepened the kiss, leaving no room for hesitation.

Your mind spun, torn between shock and the undeniable heat of his touch. This is what you've been dreaming of. His lips moved against yours with an intensity that left you breathless, his presence overwhelming every sense. It was as if he wanted to consume you, to claim you entirely in that moment.

When he finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged, his dark eyes blazing as they locked onto yours. “You don’t know what you do to me, do you baby?” he murmured, his voice rough and tinged with something dangerous. His thumb brushed your swollen lower lip, his gaze following the movement with an almost predatory focus.

"Look at you��your cheeks flushed, your lips swollen, and fuck, I just know that you want me, don't you?”

He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, his hand tightened in your hair, yanking your head back as his mouth descended on your neck. A gasp tore from your throat, and before you knew it, you found yourself sitting on a small table pushed against one of the bookshelves. The wood dug into your thighs, but you barely registered the discomfort. You were too caught up in the sensations flooding your mind and body.

Mattheo’s teeth grazed your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His lips and tongue danced along your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You clutched at his shirt, your nails digging into the fabric as his lips traveled down to the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

“Oh god Mattheo,” you gasped, unable to hold back the moan that threatened to escape.

"Shhhhh quiet darling, or the others will hear you," Mattheo whispered against your skin. He smiled against your neck, and a shiver ran down your spine.

"And I know you’re just dying for my cock, aren't you, princess?”

“M-Mattheo, w-we shouldn’t,” you tried to protest, your voice breathless. But Mattheo didn’t let you finish. He pulled up your skirt, pushing it to your waist in one swift motion.

His free hand found the front of your underwear and, with a wicked smirk, he rubbed over your pussy. "Oh, my little angel, you're so wet for me," he purred, his eyes burning with lust as he looked into yours. "Fuck, I've wanted you since the day I saw you."

His hand pulled back, and he slipped his fingers into the top of your panties. You watched in disbelief as he licked his fingers clean, the sound making you even wetter for him. Then, before you knew it, his fingers were back against you, rubbing your clit in soft circles.

"Fuck, Mattheo," you moaned again, unable to help it this time.

He knelt down on one knee, his head now perfectly aligned with the height of the table. His other leg remained on the floor and his free arm held you tightly against him.

"Say it louder," he growled, his fingers moving faster, rubbing harder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—oh god!"

With a dark smirk, he pulled his fingers away. You yelped in surprise. He grinned at the expression, and then his head dipped below your waist.

"Oh fuck," you gasped as his tongue found your clit.

The pleasure was unlike anything you've ever felt. You gasped again as his tongue flicked over you again, your hands threading through his hair. You couldn't help it as you tugged on his hair, pressing his tongue against your clit as hard as you could.

But Mattheo was one step ahead of you. He pulled away, leaving you panting. "My little princess wants more, huh?"

"Oh fuck—please, please, Mattheo." Your voice cracked as you begged him for more.

Mattheo grinned up at you, his tongue licking his lips. "Say please again."

"Please," you gasped. And before you could say another word, his mouth was back on your clit, sucking and licking. His fingers found your entrance, and he shoved two inside of you.

“Oh god, oh god—oh fuck!" Your voice rose in pitch, and you clutched his hair again, pressing his mouth against you as hard as you could.

But before you could come, he pulled away again. He stood up and grinned at the look on your face. You looked down at him and noticed a large bulge had formed in his pants.

"Fuck, you look hot like that," he murmured, looking you up and down. "but you need to wait until I let you come."

Mattheo undid his belt and pulled at the button of his pants, undoing them with one quick move. His cock was hard and bigger than you expected, the tip already dripping with precum.

"I want to hear you say it," he said while he pulled his cock out, stroking it slowly. "Beg me to fuck you, princess."

"I—oh god—Mattheo—please fuck me—" you gasped out in a string of words, desperate to have him inside of you.

He smiled as he came closer to you, pushing your legs apart and placing himself between them. You held onto his shoulders as he shoved your underwear aside with the other arm. He teased the entrance of your pussy with his cock, making you squirm in his arms. He pressed a kiss to your ear, his hot breath making goosebumps rise up on your arms.

"You want my cock, don't you baby?" he asked under his heavy breath, and you nodded. "Then say it."

"Yes-" you gasped.

"Not like that, princess," he murmured. "I want to hear you beg me."

"Please—" you said again, the word slipping out in frustration. "Fuck me Mattheo—please, fuck me."

"That's my good girl." He growled as he shoved his cock into you, filling you completely. You cried out in surprise at the sudden stretch, and Mattheo paused for a second, giving you time to adjust. Then, he pulled out of you, and pushed back in with more force than before. His movements started slow, but soon became harder and faster.

He kissed your lips, and then your neck again, his teeth nipping at you every so often. The sensation of him inside you, his mouth on you, his hands on your skin, was almost too much to bear.

"Mmmm, god you're tight," He moaned, pushing his cock even further inside you. "You feel so fucking good, you know that princess?"

"Fuck Mattheo—" you cried out again, the orgasm starting to build. You tugged on his hair again, and he moaned against you.

"You're mine now," He whispers in your ear, as he started to increase the pace. "You're mine, and no one else’s—"

You felt his body tense against you, and his thrusts became faster and harder. His mouth pulled away from your neck and pressed against your ear again.

"God, you take my cock so well, do you?" he groaned out. "Yes, you’re a good girl—fuck—"

He trailed off, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic.

"Come for me, princess—" Mattheo growled, one of his hands reaching down to rub your clit. "Show me what you always wanted."

Your orgasm crashed through your body, almost as if it was waiting for him to say something to make it happen. You screamed out in pleasure as your body tightened and shuddered around his cock, the sensation of it throbbing inside of you too much to bear.

"Fuckkk—" he hissed as he pushed his cock as far into you as possible. You felt him shoot inside you, his hot cum filling your insides.

He stayed like that for a minute, his cock pulsating inside of you, as if savoring the moment. Finally, he pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and exposed.

"You’re fucking amazing. You know that, right?" he said as he fixed his clothes. You watched in awe as he buttoned up his pants and pulled his belt around him. You had never seen anything so sexy in your life.

You said nothing, unsure how to answer. He smirked and then pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, helping you dress yourself back up.

“Do you think sombody heard us?" You asked, suddenly worried.

"Maybe." He paused and then cupped your face, his smile softening into something softer. "But maybe I surrounded us with a quietness spell."

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slitherinky · 8 days ago

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me reading smut and calculating in my head the positions the characters are in

#me lol

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slitherinky · 8 days ago

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Draco Malfoy (Smut)

A Different Lesson Than Usual teaching you your place after you showed him a little attitude in class An Intense Train Ride fingering and dominating you in the Hogwarts Express

Mattheo Riddle (Smut)

A Shadow Between the Shelves eating you out and fucking you softly in the library

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uhm hi hello an intense train ride was like SO GOOD ?!? i need more & i cannot wait to read more from u !!

Thaaaank you 🖤💕 This made me so happy to read 🥹 I am glad you liked it!!!!

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A Different Lesson Than Usual

Setting: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, MDNI, dom!Draco, forcefulness, choking, hair pulling, oral sex (man receiving), deep throat, finger sucking, degrading, use of "Sir"

Summary: During potions class you get paired with Draco. From the start, he takes charge, ordering you around and making you do all the work. Despite your efforts, Draco is unimpressed with your performance and attitude. After class, he drags you to his dorm, determined to teach you a lesson. “If you can’t listen, I’ll make sure you learn.”

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The stone corridors of Hogwarts were colder than usual that morning, and my hurried footsteps vibrated through the hallways as I clutched my books to my chest. The hands of the grand clock in the tower were unforgiving; no matter how hard I tried, time simply didn’t bend to the will of a frazzled student.

I was late.

Again.

The door to Professor Snape’s Potions classroom appeard ahead, its heavy oak surface etched with shifting runes that seemed to mock my tardiness. I hesitated for a heartbeat, my hand hovering over the iron handle. There was no way he hadn’t noticed my absence. Professor Snape was known for his strict demeanor and his nearly magical sense of punctuality—or rather, his ability to detect a lack thereof.

Bracing myself, I pushed the door open.

“Ah, Miss Y/n,” his voice greeted me before I even stepped inside. It was cold, precise, and carried the weight of both disappointment and expectation. The professor stood at the head of the class, his long, dark robes flowing like shadowy currents around his feet. His silver-rimmed spectacles glinted ominously in the light of the floating lanterns above.

“I see the concept of time continues to elude you.��

“Professor, I—” I began, but he raised a pale hand to silence me. The twenty-something pairs of eyes from my fellow students—half curious, half pitying—burned holes into my back as I stood there, wishing I could melt into the stone floor.

“Spare me the excuses. You’ve disrupted my lesson.” He gestured sharply towards the rest of the room, where the students were grouped into pairs. Each pair had a cauldron before them, bubbling with the early stages of a potion I didn’t recognize. “Since you seem so keen on making your own rules, let’s see how well you fare when paired with someone you’re… less familiar with.” My stomach sank.

No. No, no, no. Please, no.

“Draco Malfoy,” he called, his voice like the toll of a bell. “You will work with Miss Y/n for today’s assignment.”

My eyes widened in horror as a murmur of amusement spread around the room. The Slytherins, Draco included, seemed especially amused.

Slytherin. It was not my house.

I didn’t want to be stuck with that spoiled brat.

But before I could protest, I was being marched across the classroom and deposited at a table in the back, where the notorious Draco Malfoy was lounging in his chair. His hair was silver, his face chiseled in the manner of an angelic creature, and his gaze was icy, grey-blue. When his eyes met mine, his lips curled into a mocking smile. I took my seat beside him, ignoring the smirks and whispers around us.

“Now,” Professor Snape continued, his focus shifting back to the class at large, “you have exactly one hour to complete the Draught of Shadows. And remember—this potion is highly volatile. Mistakes will not go unnoticed.”

Perfect. Just perfect.

Draco Malfoy—my crush since forever—was sitting next to me. I’d fantasized about being this close to him more times than I cared to admit. But not like this.

“Here,” he said, shoving the parchment toward me. His tone was smooth but held a sharp edge. “You’ll do the measuring. And the stirring. Basically, all of it.”

“Uh—what?” I stammered, blinking at him. I’d barely sat down, and already he was bossing me around?

“You heard me,” he said, leaning back in his chair with infuriating nonchalance. He stretched out his long legs under the desk, taking up more space than necessary. “You don’t want to mess this up, do you?” His smirk was equal parts cruel and devastatingly charming.

“Fine,” I muttered, pouring the first ingredient into the cauldron with shaky hands. “But you could at least help.”

“I am helping,” Draco said, his voice taking on a teasing lilt. “I’m supervising. For your sake, and the sake of the people around us, you’ll do as I say.”

I shot him a glare, but he just raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my flustered state. My stomach churned with frustration, but I said nothing and continued with the potion. I told myself this was fine—better than fine, really. This was the most interaction I’d ever had with him. Even if he was being infuriating, he was still talking to me.

By the time I added the powdered obsidian, though, my patience was wearing thin. “Stir faster,” he said, his voice dropping into an almost amused drawl. “No, not like that. Clockwise. Honestly, Y/n, are you trying to ruin this?”

“Or you could stir Mr. Know-It-All” I snapped before I could stop myself. My face flushed immediately.

"What was this?" he said. But I couldn't answer him. Or else I would have told him to fuck off.

"Y/n," he said softly, but his voice was tight with anger. "I'll ask you one more time—How did you just call me?"

His hand was resting on the edge of the table, the tips of his fingers curling and uncurling as if he wanted to hit me.

"I'm sorry!" I burst out. "I didn't mean that. I was frustrated, and it slipped out." I was blushing even more now, my fingers trembling on the wooden spoon.

There was a moment of silence. The bubbling of the cauldron was almost deafening, the silence in the room heavy. Professor Snape's sharp eye was on us, and I wondered if he'd overheard.

"You better," Draco muttered, his voice soft and rough at the same time. My eyes flickered to meet his, and I felt a thrill of fear mixed with excitement. I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but he stopped me immediately.

"Shut it. Don't make things worse." My mouth shut with a snap.

The rest of the class passed in a blur of shame, frustration, and occasional, sharp corrections from Draco. He didn’t say a word about what had happened, but it hung in the air like a cloud of tension. I stirred the potion until it turned to a deep silver, then carefully poured it into glass vials as Professor Snape had instructed. I glanced at the clock, relief washing over me; it was almost time to go.

“Excellent,” Professor Snape said as he approached our table. His eyes scanned the finished product on the table before him, lingering over each of the five vials of Draught of Shadows. “Well done, both of you.”

Yes of course. Now that Ass gets my praise, even though he has done NOTHING but order me around. And be mean. But at least the class is over. As the Professor walked away, I started to pack up my things.

“Don’t.” Draco's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist in a cold, unforgiving grip.

I stared up at him, a shiver of fear running down my spine. “What?”

“Don't pack. We're not done here.” His voice was dark, his gaze intense. Then his attention shifted to the rest of the classroom, where his friends were gathering their things. “Excuse me for a moment,” he told them, before his fingers tightened around my arm, and he yanked me out of the classroom.

My feet struggled to keep up with his, stumbling slightly as he dragged me through the corridor. I couldn’t believe it. Where were we going?

The answer came when he pushed me into a room I recognized immediately—the Slytherin common room. The door of his room slammed shut behind us, the heavy wood reverberating through my bones as Draco released my arm. My heart was pounding.

“You were a very disobedient little girl in class today,” he drawled, his back to me as he leaned against the closed door. His voice was low and rough. “Do you know what happens to little girls who can’t behave themselves?”

“No—” I whispered, my stomach sunk. “I—”

But before I could finish, Draco was striding toward me, his movements fluid and predatory. I gasped as he pressed my body harder on the door, his hand grabbing my chin.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his tone almost hypnotic. I felt my gaze drawn to his, my body responding despite itself. The heat of him against my front was almost overwhelming. My vision blurred for a moment, his face swimming in my mind like a half-remembered dream.

But the haze was shattered by his next words: “Now, you’re going to learn your lesson.”

His fingers dug into my jaw as he forced me to stare into those piercing grey eyes. His grip was unyielding, and I could feel my breath coming in shallow gasps as his hand slid down my chin to my throat, choking me. I felt a rush of fear, but it was underscored with excitement. My blood hummed in my veins like a warm river, my cheeks burning under his gaze.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” he demanded, his voice dark. “Tell me you’ll be a good girl from now on.”

“Sorry,” I whispered. My tongue felt heavy in my mouth, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his. My voice was barely audible. “I’ll be good,”

"What else?" he asked demanding.

“I won’t be disobedient.”

The words tumbled from my mouth like a confession.

“Mmm,” he murmured, his gaze tracing over me. “I want to see you apologize.”

"Undress yourself and get on you knees." he ordered softly.

My cheeks flushed, and I hesitated, my mind in a daze.

He raised an eyebrow. “Now.”

My fingers trembled as I fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, my vision blurring around the edges. I peeled off my shirt, tossing it aside, and slid off my skirt. The cool air of the room danced over my skin, and I shivered.

“Panties,” he prompted, his voice low and dangerous. My pulse raced as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. There was something about the way he looked at me—something that made me want to obey him.

I knelt on the scratchy carpet, my heart pounding. How the hell did I end up here.

But the thought was short-lived as Draco’s hands settled on my shoulders, his cold fingers digging into my skin. I watched as he reached for his belt, sliding it free with a metallic jingle. The leather creaked as he wrapped it around my neck, pulling it tight with his left hand. My breath caught in my throat.

“I am going to teach you your place.” His gaze was burning, his eyes pinning me “You’re a good little slut,” he whispered, his voice making me shiver. “Aren’t you? Tell me.”

"Yes Sir"

“That’s more like it.” His right hand wrapped around the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Now,” he purred. “What do you say to me?”

“Thank you, sir.” I felt something inside of me shudder, some last vestige of resistance falling away under his touch.

“Good girl." His hand tightened in my hair as his other hand started stroking my cheek. The belt around my throat relaxed. His thumb caressed my bottom lip as he murmured, "Now open up." The roughness of his voice made my heart jump. The command made my head swim.

“Open,” he repeated, his voice sharp this time.

I slowly parted my lips. Then, without warning, he shoved two fingers into my mouth.

"Suck them," he growled. I moaned in response, the sound muffled by his fingers. His left hand tightened painfully in my hair as he pulled my head back. My eyes watered. "Suck them." he repeated, shoving his fingers deeper.

I obeyed, sucking and licking his fingers eagerly. He watched me with a satisfied smirk. It only made me hotter, making me suck his fingers harder.

He pulled his fingers from my mouth and unzipped his trousers. My mouth fell open as he pulled out his cock, hard and thick. The sight alone made my pussy clench in anticipation.

He grabbed my hair, forcing my head back as he positioned his cock at my mouth. He gave me no warning, shoving his cock down my throat with one smooth motion. I gagged on his cock as he started pumping in and out. My throat ached as he fucked my face, tears streaming down my cheeks. I struggled to breathe around his cock, since the belt tightened around my throat, was restricting my breath as well.

He pulled out, letting me catch my breath before shoving back inside me. He held me there, his cock buried deep in my throat. I gasped for air as he fucked my face. His grip on my hair was unyielding as he used me for his pleasure. The belt tightened as he thrust into me again. My lips were stretched tight around his cock, saliva dripping down my chin. He was ruthless in his use, uncaring of my pleasure. All I was, was a hole to fill with his cum.

He started panting, his thrusts speeding up. "Good girl," he groaned as he fucked my mouth. "Such a good little slut." My pussy ached to be fucked, but I knew I had to wait. My mouth was for him. "Take it all," he growled.

His fingers tightened in my hair as he rammed deep into me. I felt his cock pulsing in my throat as he filled my mouth with his cum. The salty taste of his cum was my only reward as he filled my mouth. I swallowed his cum down greedily, lapping at his cock with my tongue. His moans of pleasure sent shivers through my body as he used my mouth to clean off his cock. His softening cock slipped out of my mouth, his cum still dripping down my chin.

"Such a good little whore." he purred, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "If you do something stupid again, remember that I know how to punish you. And next time, it will be much worse."

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slitherinky · 9 days ago

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hi ! i just read ur request guidelines n i was wondering what do u consider extreme in terms of kink (since u said u didn’t write extreme kink) just so i can have a better idea of what u do & don’t write ! :)

Hey thanks for asking! 🫶🏻

I just updated the guidelines. Let me know if there is anything else you want to know! :)

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slitherinky · 10 days ago

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Hey what are your do's and don't s for requests and who do you write for?

Hey there, great question 🫶🏻

I have just posted my Request Guidelines —feel free to check them out! If you think something is missing or have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.

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Request Guidelines

Request here | Masterlist | About me

First and foremost: I love receiving requests! These guidelines are here to serve as a helpful filter, giving the ones with requests a better idea of how and what to ask of me. Hopefully, this benefits not just me, but you as well! That said, don’t worry—I won’t get upset if something doesn’t fit perfectly within these guidelines. So, please don’t hesitate to send in your ideas! These pointers are just here to give everyone a clearer picture of what I’m looking for, making the process simpler and smoother for both of us.

Fandom

For now, I want to focus on the Harry Potter Universe/Wizarding World.

Pairing

I write exclusively in a reader-insert format, so xReader pairings. This means there are no given names or specific appearance descriptions, allowing every story to be fully adaptable to each individual reader. I typically prefer a female!reader, but you’re welcome to suggest other pairings. For the other character (X), feel free to request anyone! However, please note: If the character is a teenager (or similar) in the original story, I will age them up to adulthood in my fanfics. I do not and will not write anything involving underage characters.

Story

I am definitely on the evil side. I write smut. But please provide a little backstory (for more spice✨). I prefer to write one-shots, but I might also do a series one day, depending on my mood.

DOs & DON’Ts

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An Intense Train Ride

Setting: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, MDNI, forcefulness, dom!Draco, choking, fingering, semi-public sex, spanking, degrading, cursing.

Summary: You just transferred to Hogwarts and are about to take the Hogwarts Express from London. There, Draco introduces himself to you, making sure you know your place from the beginning.

3365 Words

The air was crisp and smelled faintly of coal as I stood on the platform, gripping the handle of my suitcase like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. My heart was doing its best impression of a hummingbird, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the excitement bubbling under my skin or the sheer terror of what lay ahead.

Hogwarts. My new school. A place I’d only heard about in stories, where the brightest and most ambitious witches and wizards honed their craft. A fresh start, I’d told myself. "It’s what you need." But as I watched the bustling crowd—students greeting friends, families hugging, enchanted luggage flitting around like over-eager puppies—I couldn’t help but feel like I didn’t belong. I was completely, utterly alone.

I shifted my weight, trying to look like I had a purpose. It’s not like I didn’t want this; I did. Leaving my old school had been my decision. But the farther away I got from everything I knew, the heavier the suitcase in my hand felt.

That’s when I saw him.

At first, I thought the light was playing tricks on me, the way it glinted off his blond hair, almost too perfect. But no, he was real—and walking through the crowd like it parted just for him. He was tall, wearing the Slytherin uniform like it was made for him. Maybe it was. Everything about him looked polished, from the lines of his blazer to the relaxed way he moved, as if nothing could faze him.

And then he looked at me.

Just for a second. His sharp grey eyes caught mine, and I felt like I’d been pinned to the spot. There was no reason for my cheeks to warm the way they did, but they did. His lips curved into the faintest smirk—like he knew exactly what kind of effect he had on people—and then he turned away, just like that.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

The train’s whistle broke through my thoughts, a sharp reminder that I wasn’t here to gawk at strangers. Students were starting to board, and I realized I was still rooted to the same spot like some kind of nervous statue. I grabbed my suitcase and forced myself to move forward.

But, of course, he was there. Standing by the entrance to the train, his luggage already stowed, looking impossibly at ease. As I approached, he glanced at me again, one eyebrow quirking up.

“You look a little lost,” he said, his voice smooth and annoyingly self-assured.

Lost? I bristled, heat rising in my cheeks again. “I’m not lost,” I said, a little too quickly. My voice came out firmer than I expected, though, which felt like a small victory. “Just… new.”

His smirk deepened, like I’d just confirmed something for him. “New, huh? The transfer student, I’m guessing.”

“Good guess,” I muttered, feeling a knot of annoyance rise in my chest. Who was this boy to call me out like that?

“Welcome to the Hogwarts express,” he said, stepping aside with a mock bow. “You’re in for quite the ride.”

I wanted to say something clever, but my mind blanked. Instead, I just stepped past him, muttering a quick “thanks” as I boarded the train. Behind me, I could hear him chuckle softly, like he’d already decided I was amusing.

Great. My first impression at Hogwarts, and I was already someone’s entertainment.

This was going to be interesting, whether I liked it or not.

The train lurched forward with a hiss, and I felt a mix of excitement and dread churn in my stomach. My suitcase felt heavier with every step as I dragged it down the narrow aisle, peering into compartments in search of an empty seat. Most were already packed with students—laughing, chatting, and sharing snacks like they’d known each other forever.

Every door I slid open seemed to reveal the same thing: full benches and friendly chaos. I got a few curious glances, but mostly, people were too absorbed in their own groups to notice me.

Compartment after compartment. No luck.

By the time I reached the last car, my arms were aching, and I could feel my resolve slipping. Just one seat, I thought. That’s all I need.

I glanced into the final compartment and felt my stomach drop. It was packed, like all the others, and the students barely spared me a glance before resuming their loud game of Exploding Sparklers. I closed the door quickly before one of the cards could go off in my face.

I straightened up, biting back frustration. Maybe I could stand? It wasn’t ideal, but it would have to do. I turned to lean against the wall, only to feel a hand clap down on my shoulder.

“Miss,” a sharp voice said. I turned to see a tall, intimidating looking teacher in a black robe. Her glasses perched precariously on her nose as she fixed me with a disapproving glare. “Standing in the aisle during travel is strictly against regulations.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Oh, I—there weren’t any seats, and—”

She raised a hand to cut me off. “Find one. Immediately.”

I swallowed hard, nodding. “Yes, ma’am.”

As she marched off, I turned to face the now hopelessly crowded train car. And that’s when I saw him. Sitting alone in a private compartment, his long legs stretched out like he didn’t have a care in the world. Blond hair catching the light. Smug, infuriating smirk.

Of course.

I hesitated, staring through the glass at his empty bench. He caught my eye and gestured dramatically at the open space across from him, as if to say, What’s taking you so long?

My pride bristled. There had to be another option. I spun on my heel, determined to check the rest of the train one more time, but then I felt the teacher’s sharp gaze on me from the other end of the aisle.

I was out of choices. With a groan, I turned back to his compartment. He was still watching me, his smirk somehow even more irritating up close. Taking a deep breath, I slid the door open.

“You win,” I muttered, dragging my suitcase inside. “But only because I don’t feel like getting detention before school even starts.”

His grin widened. “I’ll take it.” He gestured to the bench opposite him. “Make yourself at home.”

I dropped my suitcase unceremoniously by the door and sank into the seat, folding my arms across my chest. I could feel his eyes on me, and I refused to meet his gaze.

“So,” he said, breaking the silence. “What’s your name, transfer student?”

I turned to glare at him. “Y/n,” I said shortly.

“Y/n,” he repeated, rolling the name around like he was testing how it felt on his tongue. “I’m Draco.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is this where I’m supposed to be impressed?”

He laughed—a low, easy sound that somehow made me feel both annoyed and self-conscious. “You will be eventually.”

I groaned, leaning back in my seat and staring at the ceiling. This is going to be a long ride.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, me avoiding his gaze and him fiddling with some invisible lint on his blazer. I tried not to squirm under the weight of his attention, but it was impossible to ignore.

Finally, he seemed to have had enough of my silent treatment. “So,” he said abruptly, “how does a student end up transferring to Hogwarts?”

I turned to look at him, my eyes narrowing. “That’s none of your business.”

“Maybe,” he agreed, “but I’m asking anyway.”

I snorted. “How does a Slytherin student get to be so nosy?”

He chuckled. “Slytherins are naturally curious.”

“Of course they are,” I murmured, rolling my eyes. “That’s why you’re all a bunch of—”

The word got caught in my throat as he leaned forward, his grey eyes piercing in the dim light. “A bunch of what?”

My heart stuttered, like a rabbit in a hunter’s sights. There were plenty of things I could have said that wouldn’t have ended in me getting insulted or worse, but I said them anyway.

“Of what?” he pressed.

“Of snakes,” I spat out, the words tumbling forth like they had a mind of their own. I instantly regretted it, but he just laughed again. The sound felt like it could cut through the air, like it was sharper than I realized.

“Of course,” he repeated, shaking his head. “I should have known better than to expect a Ravenclaw to hold her tongue.”

“Ravenclaws are naturally clever,” I said quickly, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. “Or is that what you were about to say?”

“Maybe,” he murmured, his eyes glinting. “And maybe we’re getting a little off track.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but he held up a hand, stopping me. “Answer my question, y/n,” he commanded.

The authority in his voice was enough to make my stomach clench. I bit my lip, looking away. “I didn’t fit in,” I said softly. “My old school wasn’t for me.” I didn’t look at him; I knew he was probably smirking.

“That’s not surprising,” he said. “I doubt many places would be suitable for someone like you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I snapped.

He leaned back in his seat again, a smile playing on his lips. “It’s nothing.” He glanced down at my suitcase. “I thought you said you weren’t lost.”

I flushed, the accusation stinging more than it should have. “I’m not.” I said fiercely.

“Sure you’re not,” he replied. “That’s why your eyes are all wide and scared like some lost little rabbit.”

I felt a surge of frustration. “I’m not scared,” I lied.

He raised his eyebrows. “Of what?” he challenged. “Me?”

“No,” I scoffed. “Why would I be scared of you?”

He leaned forward again, his grey eyes narrowing. “Do you want me to show you why you should be afraid of me?”

My heart started pounding in my chest. I opened my mouth to retort, but he cut me off before I could get the words out.

“If you’re lying to me, y/n, that’s going to make things a lot worse for you.”

I glared at him, trying not to let my panic show. But the way his eyes bored into me told me that he could see everything I was trying to hide. I couldn’t look away; he had me pinned under his sharp gaze like a butterfly in a jar.

He leaned in a little closer. “Now,” he said in a low voice. “Are you scared of me, y/n? You can tell me. I won’t bite.”

The way he said my name made my stomach clench, and not from fear this time. I squirmed in my seat, trying to ignore the feeling that was building inside me.

“N-no,” I stuttered.

He smiled, a lazy smirk that did absolutely nothing to help my situation. “Good,” he purred. “Then it shouldn’t be a problem to do what I ask you.”

I was about to retort, but then his fingers were brushing against my thigh, and everything else disappeared. I froze, staring at him in disbelief.

“Wh—what are you doing?”

“Checking,” he said simply, as if that explained anything. His hand slid higher under my skirt, and I sucked in a breath, feeling my cheeks flush.

I tried to push him away, but he was faster. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the armrest, his fingers closing around them like a vice.

“Let go,” I demanded, trying to wriggle free.

“Not yet,” he replied easily.

My skirt was hiked up now, almost to my waist. I squirmed against him, fighting to free my hands. I had no idea what he was doing, but I knew it couldn’t be good.

His eyes were glinting with amusement now, like he could read my fear in every twitch. His thumb pressed against my wrist, feeling the pulse there.

“You’re not fooling anyone, you know,” he said calmly. “Your heart is going a mile a minute.”

I gritted my teeth, trying to fight down the panic. But it was hard. He had me trapped; all I could do was stare up at him and try to figure out what he wanted.

“You’re right,” I said finally, deciding on the safest tactic. “I am scared. Just let me go.”

He tilted his head to one side, a small smirk still playing on his lips. He looked like he was debating something, weighing the pros and cons. Then, in one swift movement, he released my wrists.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said abruptly. “Much, anyway.”

I sucked in a breath of relief, pushing my skirt back down. I didn’t ask him what he meant; I didn’t care as long as he stayed away from me.

But then his fingers closed around my thigh again, sliding higher between my legs. I let out a small cry of surprise, pushing against him.

“What are you doing?!” I demanded.

He smiled down at me, his sharp grey eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite recognize.

“Just a little test,” he murmured. “Spread your legs for me.”

I stared at him, my mouth falling open.

He raised his eyebrows.

“Now,” he ordered.

I felt my face grow hot at his command, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that was building inside me. His voice was low, commanding, and even though I hated him, it still sent shivers down my spine. I wanted to obey him, like something deep inside me was telling me that I should follow his every word.

That was a dangerous thought.

“No,” I said firmly, folding my legs against him. “Get your hand off me.”

He didn’t. Instead, he just laughed, like he thought my protest was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.

“Oh, y/n,” he said in mock disappointment. “I expected more out of you.”

His fingers were pressing against my inner thigh now, trying to pry my legs open. I fought against him, but his grip was too strong.

Suddenly, his hand was gone, and he was leaning back in his seat like nothing had happened. I stared at him in disbelief as he lifted one foot to rest on top of the other.

“You really are stubborn,” he remarked.

I narrowed my eyes, anger rising in my chest. “Well, it’s not like I was going to let you get away with this.”

He laughed again, a low, dangerous sound. “I always get away with what I want,” he drawled. “And right now, I want to fuck you.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What?”

He smirked down at me. “Did I surprise you?”

“No,” I lied, trying to keep my cool. But I could feel the flush in my cheeks spreading, and he seemed to notice.

“Lying to me is very unbecoming of you, y/n.”

I glared up at him. “And threatening me is very becoming of you? You’re something else, you know that?”

He chuckled, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe me. “You have no idea how much trouble you’re in,” he said.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. “Maybe not,” I replied. “But I do know that you are in big trouble." I glanced out the window, watching the rolling hills outside. "We’re getting closer to the school; I’m going to go find a teacher and get you expelled before we even get there.”

“Do it,” he challenged, raising an eyebrow. “See what happens when you cross me.”

I stood up, ignoring him. But as I reached for my suitcase, his hand closed around my arm, pulling me back down.

“I don’t think so,” he murmured.

I fell back into my seat, glaring at him. “Let go!”

He leaned forward, and for a second, I thought he was actually going to kiss me. But then his lips brushed against my ear instead, sending shivers down my back.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he whispered. “Now, are you going to spread your legs like a good girl, or do I need to make you?”

I shivered at his words, feeling a surge of excitement. Why was I enjoying this? I didn’t understand it myself, but the way he was commanding me to do whatever he wanted had something in me responding. Something in me wanting to obey.

I glanced up at him, feeling a blush rise in my cheeks. “You can’t make me,” I muttered.

He just smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. Then, suddenly, his fingers were closing around my knee, digging into the soft flesh. I yelped in surprise.

“Ow!”

“I can, and I will." He dug in his nails a little harder, and I sucked in a gasp of pain. "Now do what you’re told and spread your fucking legs for me, before I hurt you even more.”

I gritted my teeth as he dug into my skin, but I was no match for his grip. Slowly, fighting against every instinct that was telling me to refuse him, I let my legs fall open.

“Good girl,” he praised, releasing his hold on my knee. His fingers traced lightly up my inner thigh, feeling for my panties. Then he slid them aside, brushing against me.

I let out a small moan of shock at the sudden sensation, feeling my face flush. “Don’t,” I muttered weakly.

“What was that?” he replied sharply. But before I could answer, I felt a sharp pain on my left cheek. He had hit me.

It only took me a second to register what happened, but by that time he was already smacking me again. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes as pain blossomed on both cheeks.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Don’t what?”

I tried to fight back tears as I looked up at him. He had a smug, satisfied look on his face, like he enjoyed hitting me. “Don’t do this,” I whispered.

He smirked. “Too late for that,” he purred, his fingers pushing inside me. I gasped at the sensation, feeling myself clench around him.

“That’s right,” he murmured, pumping his fingers in and out. “Feel good? Let’s make you feel even better.”

His thumb brushed against my clit, and I gasped, trying to squirm away.

“No,” I breathed. “Stop!”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he snarled. “I’m in charge here, not you.” His fingers pressed into me harder, forcing me to take them deeper. I cried out, feeling the edge of an orgasm building inside me.

“P-please,” I gasped. “I need—”

“You need?” he mocked. “What do you need, y/n?”

“I need—” I swallowed hard. “I need to come.”

He laughed, a cruel sound. “Do you think you deserve to come? Tell me why you deserve it you little whore.”

I bit my lip. “I—I don’t know.”

“That’s right,” he purred, pressing against me harder. I moaned in frustration, so close to coming that it was agony. “You don’t deserve anything. You’re just a dirty, little slut who wants to be fucked. Isn’t that right?”

I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eye again as I looked up at him, and to my surprise, he met my eyes. His expression was hard and cold, but there was something in his gaze that almost looked like pity.

“Yes,” I breathed, fighting the lump that was forming in my throat. “I’m a dirty little slut who wants to get fucked.”

“Good,” he said. Then, as suddenly as he had started, he pulled his fingers out.

I cried out in frustration, trying to reach for him. But he reached up to grab something from the luggage rack—a sleek, well-worn bag I hadn’t noticed before. "Where are you going?" I asked still feeling the emptiness in my wet pussy

“Stretching my legs,” he said casually, slinging the bag over one shoulder.

“Oh,” I said, sitting up a little straighter. “Well, when are you coming back?”

He paused for just a second “Who said I was?”

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