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Slytherinmas story day

Toxic games

Summary: this is a toxic enemies with benefits story but when you end up kissing mattheo’s rival something in him..snaps

Chapter 4: Power Play

The moonlight filtering through the Black Lake cast everything in an otherworldly emerald glow, turning Mattheo's skin into marble and shadows. His hands pinned my wrists above my head, but I wasn't about to let him think he had all the control.

"Is this how you want me?" I taunted, arching up against him. "Submissive and sweet? Because we both know that's not who I am."

His grip tightened, eyes darkening to pitch black. "Nothing about you is sweet, y/n. You're pure venom." His lips brushed against my ear. "And I'm fucking addicted to the taste."

I managed to free one hand, immediately tangling it in his hair and pulling – hard. The growl that escaped his throat sent shivers down my spine.

"You think you can dominate me?" I challenged, using his momentary distraction to flip us over. Now I was the one straddling him, my dress hitched dangerously high on my thighs. "I don't submit to anyone, Riddle. Don’t think I will to you."

His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to leave marks. "Look at you, trying to take control." His voice was dark honey and broken glass. "But we both know what you really want."

"Oh?" I rolled my hips deliberately, watching his jaw clench. "And what's that?"

In one fluid motion, he sat up, one hand tangling in my hair while the other kept me pressed against him. "You want me to make you forget your own name." His teeth grazed my neck. "You want me to break down every wall you've built." His grip in my hair tightened. "You want me to fucking ruin you."

I laughed, but it came out more breathless than intended. "Big words from someone who can barely keep his composure right now."

His response was to stand suddenly, lifting me with him before slamming me against the nearest wall. The stone was cold against my back, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body pressed against mine.

"You want to test that theory?" His hand slid up my thigh, movements deliberately slow. Torturous. "Because I can play this game all night, princess. Question is, can you?"

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Try me."

His eyes locked with mine, a silent battle for dominance raging between us. Neither of us willing to back down, both of us desperate to win.

"Last chance to walk away," he warned, but his voice was strained. Wanting.

I leaned forward, biting his lower lip before soothing it with my tongue. "I never walk away from a fight."

"Good." His hand tightened in my hair. "Because this isn't going to be gentle."

"If I wanted gentle," I smirked against his lips, "I wouldn't be here with you."

Something snapped in his eyes then – the last thread of his control breaking. His mouth crashed into mine with bruising force, all teeth and tongue and suppressed rage.

This wasn't about love. This wasn't even about lust anymore.

This was about power. Control. Dominance.

And neither of us was willing to surrender.

His hands were everywhere at once, claiming, marking, destroying. But for every mark he left, I gave one back. For every moment he tried to dominate, I fought back harder.

"Fucking hell, y/n," he groaned as my nails raked down his back. "You're going to be the death of me."

I smiled against his neck, all teeth and victory. "Promise?"

[To be continued...maybe??]

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hi!!! I just read the first few chapters of your toxic games series and it's Soo good omg do you think you can write a fic with any of the Slytherin boys where reader seems very proper and innocent so they think she's boring but something happens and they realize reader's actually such a baddie and the innocent thing is just an act and shocks him

thank youu I hope you have a lovely day

Hey, of course I’d love to write this. I love the not so innocent reader, do you have any of the boys in mind?

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Slytherinmas story day

Toxic games

Summary: this is a toxic enemies with benefits story but when you end up kissing mattheo’s rival something in him..snaps

A/n: kissing, swearing

Chapter 3: Poison & Pleasure

The emerald sheets beneath me were cool against my heated skin, a stark contrast to the inferno that was Mattheo Riddle hovering above me. Shadows from the floating candles played across his features, turning him into something almost otherworldly – a demon dressed in Slytherin robes, come to collect his due.

"Look at you," he breathed, trailing a finger down my throat. "So fucking perfect, spread out on my bed like you belong here."

I arched an eyebrow, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how his touch affected me. "Careful, Riddle. That almost sounded like a compliment."

His hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing, just resting there – a reminder of the power he thought he held. "Maybe I'm tired of pretending I don't notice you."

"Pretending?" I laughed, the sound hollow in the space between us. "Is that what we're calling your obsession now?"

His grip tightened fractionally. "You're one to talk about obsession. I saw how you watched me all night, even while you were kissing Pucey." His free hand slid up my thigh, pushing my dress higher. "Did you imagine it was me?"

"You wish." But my voice betrayed me, coming out breathier than intended.

A knowing smirk curved his lips. "I don't have to wish, y/n. Your body gives you away every fucking time."

To prove his point, he pressed his lips to the spot just below my ear that he knew drove me crazy. I bit back a moan, but couldn't stop my hands from clutching his shoulders.

"I hate that you know me this well," I whispered, the words falling like poison between us.

He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, and for a moment, the masks we both wore slipped. "I hate that I want to know you better."

The admission hung in the air, too honest, too real for whatever this was between us. We didn't do vulnerability. We didn't do truth. We did anger and lust and power plays.

So I did what I did best – I destroyed the moment.

"Shut up and kiss me properly, you pretentious prick."

His eyes darkened, masks sliding back into place. "As my lady commands."

But this kiss was different from our others. Still rough, still demanding, but there was something else there now. Something that felt dangerously close to need.

My fingers worked at his shirt buttons as his mouth traced patterns of ownership across my collarbone. Each touch was a claim, each kiss a brand. We were marking our territory, though neither of us would admit that's what this was.

"Tell me you want me," he demanded against my skin.

I dragged my nails down his now-bare chest, relishing in his sharp intake of breath. "Make me."

Challenge accepted, his hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, and suddenly he was everywhere – his touch, his taste, his scent overwhelming my senses until I couldn't remember why I was supposed to be fighting this.

"Say it," he growled, his control visibly slipping.

And maybe it was the way moonlight filtered through the lake water outside his window, casting us both in an ethereal green glow. Maybe it was the lingering firewhisky in my veins. Or maybe I was just tired of pretending.

"I want you," I breathed, the words feeling like surrender and victory all at once. "I fucking want you, Mattheo."

His eyes met mine, and for the first time since this toxic dance began, I saw something that looked almost like reverence in them.

"Good," he whispered against my lips. "Because you're mine now. Whether you like it or not."

As his mouth claimed mine again, more possessive than ever, a terrifying thought crossed my mind: maybe I'd been his all along.

And maybe, just maybe, he'd been mine too.

[To be continued...]

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Hey I’ll be posting chapter 3 tonight but lmk if you wanna be tagged, here’s the list so far.

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Slytherinmas story day

Toxic games

Chapter 2: Venom and Virtue

Summary: this is a toxic enemies with benefits story but when you end up kissing mattheo’s rival something in him..snaps

A/n: making out, swearing

The door to Mattheo's prefect room slammed shut with enough force to rattle the ancient Slytherin banners on the walls. Green silk rippled in the candlelight like serpentine waves, casting shadows that danced across his angular features. The private room – his reward for being both brilliant and brutal enough to earn that silver badge – was larger than the regular dorms, with a four-poster bed draped in emerald velvet that had witnessed too many of our toxic encounters.

He still hadn't let go of my wrist.

"You think you're so fucking clever," he spat, backing me against his desk. Parchments scattered to the floor – probably essays he was supposed to be completing. "Playing your little games, manipulating everyone around you."

I tilted my chin up, defiant. "Sounds like someone's projecting. Isn't that your specialty, Mattheo? Manipulation?"

His free hand came up to grip my jaw, fingers pressing into my skin just shy of painful. "The difference is, I admit what I am."

"And what exactly are you?" I challenged, even as his thumb traced my bottom lip with dangerous intent.

"Your worst fucking nightmare."

I laughed, the sound sharp enough to cut. "Please. You're not even close to my worst nightmare. You're just another boy who thinks he can tame me."

His eyes flashed with something primal, and suddenly both his hands were on my thighs, lifting me onto the desk. Ink bottles toppled, black liquid seeping into expensive parchment like spilled secrets.

"Tame you?" He leaned in close, his breath ghosting across my lips. "I don't want to tame you, y/n. I want to break you."

"You can try." I wound my fingers into his perfectly styled hair, pulling hard enough to make him hiss. "But we both know who really holds the power here."

The smirk that curved his lips was pure sin. "Do we?"

Before I could retort, his mouth crashed into mine with bruising force. There was nothing gentle about it – all teeth and tongue and suppressed rage. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave crescents from his rings imprinted in my skin, and I welcomed the sting.

I bit his lower lip, hard enough to taste copper, and he growled into my mouth. The sound vibrated through my chest, igniting something dark and desperate inside me. This was how we communicated best – through violence dressed up as passion, through hatred masquerading as desire.

"I hate you," I gasped as his lips traced a burning path down my neck.

"Good." His teeth grazed my pulse point. "Hate me harder."

My nails raked down his back, and I felt him shudder. "You're poison."

"And you're the antidote I never wanted." He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, and for a moment, something raw and real flickered across his face. Something that looked dangerously close to vulnerability.

But then it was gone, replaced by that familiar darkness that made him Mattheo Riddle, Slytherin's crowned prince of chaos. His hands slid under my thighs, and in one fluid motion, he lifted me off the desk.

"Tell me to stop," he challenged, walking us toward his bed. "Tell me you don't want this just as much as I do."

I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing my lips to his ear. "I'd rather die."

He threw me onto the emerald sheets with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs. As he stood there, looking down at me with eyes that promised both pleasure and destruction, I realized something terrifying.

Maybe we were both losing this game.

And maybe, just maybe, that's exactly what we wanted.

[To be continued...]

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What’s up guys I’m back with a story/ slytherinmas kinda thing….enjoyyy!

Toxic Games:

Summary: this is a toxic enemies with benefits story but when you end up kissing mattheo’s rival something in him..snaps

Chapter 1: Serpent's Den

The Slytherin common room pulsed with magic and mayhem. Green lights danced across stone walls, casting eerie shadows that matched the questionable decisions being made by drunk seventh-years. Bass-heavy music thrummed through ancient floors that had seen centuries of secrets, though probably none quite like the ones I was about to create.

I knew exactly what I was doing when I pressed my lips against Adrian Pucey’s. It wasn't about him – it never was. It was about the piercing dark eyes I could feel burning into my skin from across the room. Mattheo Riddle, Slytherin's resident heartless bastard, who thought he owned every inch of this dungeon... including me.

I pulled away from Adrian with practiced grace, making sure to let my fingers linger just a moment too long on his chest. The poor boy was already half in love with me – they always were. But he wasn't the target. No, my target was currently crushing a crystal goblet in his hand, dark liquor spilling over pale fingers.

I didn't have to wait long.

The stone wall hit my back before I even saw him move. Mattheo's hands found my hips with bruising intensity, his breath hot against my neck. The party continued around us, but in our corner of the common room, time seemed to stop.

"Why the fuck did you kiss him? To make me jealous or something?" he huffed, fingers digging into my skin through the thin fabric of my dress.

I let out a laugh, cold and calculating. "Jealous? Please." My eyes met his, challenge written in every blink. "Everything I do makes you subconsciously want me more and more, so why would I need to make you jealous when you're already falling over your feet for me?"

A smirk played on my lips as I watched his eyes darken to obsidian. His grip tightened, and I knew there would be marks tomorrow. Good. I wanted them there.

"You're not in my head, y/n," he growled, face inches from mine. "I don't want you."

"Yet here you are, still playing this game." I leaned closer, my lips barely brushing his ear. "You know I win every time."

The music faded into white noise as tension crackled between us like badly cast spells. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek – the tell-tale sign that I'd gotten under his skin. Again.

"My dorm. Now." The words came out as a command, rough and raw.

I arched an eyebrow, victory already taste-testing on my tongue. "Make me."

His eyes flashed dangerously, and before I could draw another breath, he had my wrist in a vice grip, pulling me through the crowd. Bodies parted like the Red Sea before him – everyone knew better than to get in Mattheo Riddle's way when he looked like this.

As we approached the boys' dormitory stairs, I caught a glimpse of our reflection in one of the ancient mirrors lining the corridor. We looked exactly like what we were – two vipers about to strike.

This was how our game always played out. We'd push and pull, bite and kiss, hate and want until something snapped. Tonight wouldn't be any different.

Or maybe it would be.

Because this time, as Mattheo practically dragged me up the spiral staircase to his private prefect's room, I couldn't tell if I was winning anymore – or if I'd already lost.

[To be continued...]

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Hi friends I’m still doing slytherinmas I actually have something drafted right now but I’m also working on a story for toxic!Mattheo x toxic!reader, what are your thoughts?? Should I carry on slytherinmas and post my story or just wait till slytherinmas is over to post it….orrr stop slytherinmas and post my story? Let me know xoxo

[slytherin-princess-x]

Hi friends I’m still doing slytherinmas I actually have something drafted right now but I’m also working on a story for toxic!Mattheo x toxic!reader, what are your thoughts?? Should I carry on slytherinmas and post my story or just wait till slytherinmas is over to post it….orrr stop slytherinmas and post my story? Let me know xoxo

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Slytherinmas day 10 — Theodore nott — Teddy

A/n: hey friends, I’m going through a bit of a rough patch right now but writing these little fics are kinda making my day so, hope you guys like them xoxo

Warnings: just fluff

As the Hogwarts Express chugged along the snowy countryside towards Hogsmeade, I nestled into the plush seat beside my boyfriend, Theodore Nott. He exuded an effortless allure with his dark hair tousled just so, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a half-smile whenever I caught his eye. Around us, laughter and chatter filled the air—Draco was regaling everyone with stories of past antics bullying potter, Pansy was rolling her eyes but couldn’t hide her amusement, Blaise and Mattheo were deep in a debate about Quidditch strategies, and Tom was animatedly discussing the latest dark arts book he’d had his eye on. I shifted, glancing out the window at the rolling hills of the English countryside, the distant mountains standing stoically against the horizon. With the cacophony of my friends surrounding us, I felt a rush of warmth. This was my sixth year with Theodore, but every moment felt like an adventure—a series of little heartbeats captured in time.

Suddenly, without thinking, I slid onto Theo’s lap, feeling the fabric of his robes beneath me. He raised an eyebrow, but his expression was lighthearted, and he wrapped his arms around my waist as if pulling me closer. It was familiar yet thrilling, this close proximity, and I found comfort in the way he held me. As our conversation flowed back and forth amongst the group, I felt a playful urge rise up within me. I wanted to lighten the mood, to tease him a little. In my mind, I started to weigh the options, letting my thoughts dance on the edge of recklessness. He was “Theodore” or “Theo” most of the time, dignified and composed, but wouldn’t it be fun to give him a nickname? Something softer, more personal. I turned to him, letting a smirk settle on my lips. “So, Teddy,” I said, testing the name carefully,

“what’re your thoughts on Draco’s crazy idea about the next Slytherin party? Are we going to make it legendary or just embarrassing?”

The moment the nickname slipped from my lips, the train car paused. Everyone turned, curiosity and surprise flashing in their eyes. Theodore’s breath hitched slightly as a quick look of shock crossed his face—before it melted into something softer, something undeniably pleased. His cheeks flushed just a hint, and I could see the way the corners of his mouth lifted a little more at the sound, as if he were savoring it.

“Teddy, huh?” Draco teased, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “I like it. It suits him.”

“Honestly, I might just start calling him that all the time,” I said with a mischievous wink, before returning my attention to Theo. “What do you think, Teddy? A good idea, or will you merely groan at my creativity all night?”

Theo chuckled, shaking his head. “I think it might grow on me, actually,” he replied, a genuine smile lighting up his face. “Though, I reserve the right to mock you if it turns embarrassing.” The laughter erupted around us, the ease of our camaraderie wrapping around me like a warm blanket. The train lurched slightly, and I tightened my grip around his shoulders, the thrill of the moment laced with adventure. As the conversation shifted back to plans for the weekend, I leaned into Theodore, resting my head against his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head softly, the warmth of his affection a gentle reminder that this moment—this simple, beautiful moment—was ours alone.In a world where magic was commonplace, it was these little moments, the bonds we forged, and even the small nicknames we created that mattered most. And as I glanced around at my friends, laughter still echoing in the space between us, I felt a giddy excitement at what was to come, reaffirming my playful affection for the boy who would forever be “Teddy” to me.

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Slytherinmas day 7 – Mattheo riddle — more than friends?

A/n: sorry for missing 3 days, things have been pretty hectic

Warnings: kissing, swearing, grinding

MATTHEO’S POV:

There’s nothing I hate more than y/n…..okay fine, I hate the way she makes me feel. Her laugh, her hair, her perfume. Anything about this girl sends my brain into overtime, even the mention of something she likes gets me going to the point I have to walk away just to go find her. I’d drop anything for her even if she just wanted a drink. Hell I’d pour it for her. Fuck, what is she doing to me? I run my hands through my hair washing the sweat from it in the locker room, slytherin vs ravenclaw. It was an easy win honestly but I wasn’t in the right headspace for the match, whenever I looked up from the game she was there….in my jersey, watching me like no one else was playing. Obviously I’d send her a wink whenever I scored it was basically some sort of tradition we had, it was just a stupid joke to her but I meant every bit of romance behind it. I turn off the shower, I didn’t even realise everyone left, it was just me. Alone with my thoughts, that’s never good.

Y/N’S POV:

Slytherin vs ravenclaw. I love watching quidditch, especially when my house is playing and I get to wear matt’s jersey and have flirty winks sent at me whenever he scores,but, I know it’s only a joke to him. Merlin how much I wished we weren’t just friends. I’d do anything for that boy, even when someone mentions something he likes or his name in a conversation I can’t stop myself from wondering how he’s doing or sending him a quick text asking to maybe meet up later. Fuck, what is he doing to me? I’m in far too deep, he’ll only ever see me as a friend. I wait outside the locker room leaning on the wall messing around on my phone when the door swings open to a slightly wet haired Mattheo in joggers and a white T-shirt with his towel around his neck. I push myself off the wall leaning up to hug him; his hands settled on my waist moving lower then suddenly back up to my hips again

“Hey Matt, you played really well today”

“Thanks princess” he huffed onto the top of my head. I pulled away and noticed he looked really tense. I had often joked about needing a 'team masseuse', I felt a surge of brave determination. Why not actually give him a massage?

“You look like you could use a little TLC” I hum going to pick his gym bag off the ground for him

“You’re offering?” he replied, raising an eyebrow, making my heart race a little faster. He took his bag from me slinging it over his shoulder effortlessly.

MATTHEO’S POV:

I’m not really sure why I thought agreeing to a massage from the girl I fancy (my best friend) was a good idea but here I am, in her dorm with my shirt off lying on my stomach on her bed. She suddenly positioned herself on my back, careful to avoid my wings of muscle. Softly, she began to knead the tension from my shoulders. A low moan slipped from my lips. The warmth of her hands on my body sent a rush of thrill through me. I could feel the tightness in my muscles slowly relaxing under her gentle touch, and I became increasingly aware of how close we were, her knees pressing into either side of me.

As she worked, I sensed a subtle change in the atmosphere. My breathing deepened, and I could feel the warmth radiating from her body. Her bedding beneath us was cool, contrasting sharply with the heat building in my joggers. Merlin I can’t do this anymore, she rocked on my lower back as she repositioned herself to reach a new spot on my shoulder and I swear to salazar I heard a groan slip from her lips.

NO ONES POV:

Then, there comes a point when the intimacy of the moment shifts. He feels a rush of heat coursing through him, and before he can entertain the thought of restraint, he flips you over, reversing your positions in a heartbeat.Suddenly, he's leaning over you, breath mingling with yours, the intensity in his dark eyes revealing the deeper feelings that have lingered beneath the surface. Your hearts race as Mattheo leans down and captures your lips in a hungry kiss, igniting a fire that’s long been brewing between you two.As their lips meet, it's soft at first, a tentative exploration, but quickly morphs into something far more passionate. He deepens the kiss, tilting his head slightly to gain better access, his hands finding your waist and pulling you closer. The world around you fades; all that matters is the electricity crackling between your bodies.Your fingers tangle in his dark hair, urging him closer, and with a subtle shift of your hips, you feel the undeniable effect you have on him. The kiss turns fervent, driven by the need that had built up over time. His lips move against yours with urgency, parting slightly to catch your breath, only to rush back together, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away.You can feel the heat radiating from him, his body pressed against yours in an intoxicating meld. Mattheo pulls back just a moment, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation, but instead finds your trust and enthusiasm reflected there. That single glimmer encourages him; he dives back in, kisses growing deeper, more desperate, as if trying to absorb the moment, the thrill of connection. In a sultry rhythm, Mattheo starts grinding against you, his movements slow and deliberate. He teases, building the tension as you feel the weight of him pressing down, sending waves of exhilaration coursing through your body. Your hands wander, exploring the sharp lines of his jaw and the tousled locks of his hair, pulling him closer as you lose yourself in the moment.You can’t help but arch your back, craving more as a soft gasp escapes your lips. Mattheo locks eyes with you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he feels the heat between you intensify. He leans down, brushing his lips against your neck, whispering sweet nothings about how he wants to be more than friends that send shivers down your spine.

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Say it louderrrr

where are the men who yearn. where are the men who ponder. where are the men with depth. where are the men who find parallels. where are the men who love from their barest instinct. where are the men with whimsy. where are the men with certainty. where are the men who will cut their own heart out in face of your honour. where are the men

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Slytherinmas day 4- Mattheo riddle — riddle manor Christmas mood board

A/n: hey guys I’m already loosing writing ideas so I might have to start posting every other day for slytherinmas but I’ll try to keep going daily xoxo

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Slytherinmas day 3- Meeting the parents — Tom riddle

Summary: Tom wants his parents to know he’s serious about you so, why not pretend to be married??

Word count: 768

Title: A Marriage of Convenience

Plot Summary:

As I stood in the mirror, adjusting my tie, the reality of what we were about to do hit me like a cold wave. I had always been known for my ambition and cunning at Hogwarts, but this—this was an unexpected turn of events. Why did I let Y/N convince me that pretending to be married was the best way to introduce her to my parents?

Despite my carefully curated exterior, my heart raced at the thought of facing my parents. They were not just any couple; they were powerful, influential, and had very high expectations for me. Especially regarding my relationships. I had always kept them at arm’s length, never bringing anyone home who could tarnish the Riddle legacy. But here I was, about to thrust Y/N into the very belly of the beast.

As she entered the room, clad in a sleek, black dress that accentuated her every feature, I felt a rush of emotions—admiration, affection, and dread. She exuded warmth and light, contrasting sharply with my cold, calculating demeanor.

“We have to pretend to be married,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. “Better get used to it.”

She smiled, a flash of mischief in her eyes. “I can do that. What’s the plan, Mr. Riddle?”

Her playful confidence lessened the burden itching at my heart. I outlined our scheme: We would introduce ourselves as a married couple during dinner at the grand Riddle estate, backed by a story I concocted about a whirlwind romance and a hastily arranged wedding. It was absurd, ludicrous even, but it was our best chance at convincing my parents that I was serious about her.

As we made our way to the estate, the anxiety began to creep back in. Y/N took my hand, her touch grounding me as we approached the imposing front doors. They swung open to reveal my mother, dressed impeccably as always, her sharp eyes scanning us with suspicion.

“Tom! And… Y/N. How lovely to see you both,” she greeted, barely masking her disdain. I could sense that she knew something was off, but as we exchanged pleasantries, Y/N effortlessly slipped into her role. She greeted my mother with a smile and an embrace that almost disarmed her.

Dinner was a spectacle of what my life could become—the Riddle family’s rich history lined the walls, and the atmosphere buzzed with an air of grandeur I often took for granted. Yet, as Y/N and I shared glances and subtle laughter, I found myself lost in her charm, fully engaged in a performance that felt oddly real.

“Tell us more about your life together,” my father inquired, his voice booming across the table.

In a split second, I was struck with the realization that he wouldn’t be satisfied with surface-level banter. Every question came with the intention of peeling back layers, exposing the truth beneath the facade. Y/N saved me with a story about our first encounter—an intricate tale filled with laughter and romance. Ad-libbing flawlessly, she painted a picture of our love that swept through the entire room.

As the night progressed, I found myself mesmerized by how she seamlessly became a part of my life, weaving her way into the fabric of my existence. My parents, enamored (or at least they appeared to be), began to warm up to her, exchanging approving glances. My heart strangely swelled with pride—I had never expected to feel this way, not about anyone, let alone under the guise of a fabricated marriage.

However, amid the feigned joy, a subtle underlying tension simmered within me. This charade couldn’t last; beneath the surface glimmer, I knew my parents were perceptive and liable to dig deeper into our supposed union.

As the evening drew to a close, Y/N and I found ourselves outside in the frosty air. The laughter of my parents faded into the background as the weight of reality set in. “What if they dig deeper?” I asked, turning to her with worry etched across my face.

She smiled, no hint of fear in her demeanor. “Then we adapt. We’re a team, remember?”

Her unwavering belief in us ignited a fire within me. Maybe this was more than just a ruse—maybe this was the beginning of redefining who we were, together. And as I took her hand once more, the night whispered promises of what could be, the warmth of her presence conquering the biting chill of doubt.

And as we made our way back into the estate, ready to face whatever challenge lay ahead, I realized that this pretend marriage could very well lead to something far more profound—and perhaps, genuinely real.

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Slytherinmas day 2 — Christmas with you Blaise zabini x fem reader

Summary: where else would you rather spend Christmas break than Hogwarts with your boyfriend

Tw: mentions of kissing but just fluff

authors note: I didn’t forget about this, I just forgot to post it but I made it guys with 15 minutes to spare

It's finally here - Christmas at Hogwarts, and the excitement is palpable. The snow is falling gently outside, covering the grounds in a pristine, white blanket. The castle is adorned with holly and mistletoe, and the scent of pine and cinnamon fills the air. As a Slytherin, you have always loved the holiday season at Hogwarts. But this year is special, because you'll be spending it with your boyfriend, Blaise Zabini.

You wake up slowly, snuggled up close to Blaise in your bed in the Slytherin common room. The fire is burning low, casting a warm, golden light over the room. Blaise's arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, and you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. As you stir, he tightens his grip on you, not wanting to let go. But you're too excited about the day ahead to stay in bed any longer.

With a playful giggle, you begin to shower Blaise's face with kisses, working your way from his forehead down to his jawline. He stirs awake, a sleepy smile spreading across his face as he realizes what's happening.

“Morning, handsome”

He opens his eyes, looking up at you with a drowsy expression of love and adoration. You deepen the kiss, your tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace.

After a few moments, Blaise pulls away, a wicked gleam in his eye. "As much as I'd love to stay in bed all day, I think we have some decorating to do," he says, his voice low and husky.

You agree, and the two of you climb out of bed, making your way to the shower. The hot water feels amazing against your skin, and you take turns washing each other's hair, your hands lingering on each other's bodies. You can feel the tension building between you, and you know that you'll have to finish your shower quickly if you want to get any decorating done.

Once you're clean and dry, you make your way back to the common room, hand in hand. The room is already starting to look festive, with garlands of holly and ribbons of green and gold.

But there's still a lot of work to be done.

You and Blaise dive in, working together to hang ornaments on the tree and string lights around the room. You laugh and joke as you work, the hours passing by in a blur. Blaise is a natural at decorating, and he helps you come up with creative ideas for making the common room look even more magical.

Finally, the last light is strung, and the tree is full of ornaments. You step back, admiring your handiwork. The common room looks absolutely stunning, like something out of a fairytale. You couldn't be happier.

Blaise wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close. "Merry Christmas, ma" he says, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather spend the holidays with."

You smile, your heart swelling with love for this amazing man.

"Merry Christmas, Blaise," you reply, turning to face him. "I love you."

He kisses you deeply, his hands roaming over your body. "I love you too, ma" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.

Hope yous have enjoyed today’s slytherinmas fic. BLAISE IS SO UNDERRATED HE DOESNT HAVE ENOUGH FICS

[slytherin-princess-x]

First day of slytherinmas:

Pretty girl -- Lorenzo x reader

Tw: mention of sex, Enzo kissing readers neck

Summary: sometimes enzo can be quite hot and cold…. (Fluff)

YOUR POV:

I love Enzo, I really do but this boy sure knows how to drive me up the wall whether it’s on purpose or not. He’s either all over me, too close still isn’t close enough; or, he’s the most quiet person ever who would rather sit in silence. Today was that kind of day. Pansy had taken me out earlier this Saturday to Hogsmead for new clothes because we can never have enough outfits, or whatever she said, but, when I got back something was up with enz. I mean he just appeared in my dorm and was lounging on my bed reading a book. Paying no attention to me. At. All. I remember the conversation I had with pansy earlier:

EARLIER:

“Well if he isn’t paying attention to you, just make him”

“And how do you suppose I do that, pansy” I said while shimmying into a sleek, black dress which had a cut up the side to my thigh.

“Make him compliment you, or make him jealous, tell him you’re going out with……Cedric or something, I dunno” she stepped into my changing room “that dress would make me stop ignoring you, damn girl” I laugh at her.

“Thank you but I can’t do that to enzo I’d feel so bad” taking Pansy’s hand she spun me around with a small laugh

“Look, y/n you’re hot. Use that to your advantage” she stands behind me in the mirror fixing my hair and zips up the back of my dress

“What do you mean, pans?”

“Your innocence kills me. Slowly. And painfully. I mean, you could always force his attention away, that’s what I’d do to blaise”

“I really don’t need to hear about yours and blaise’s sexual…..activities” I say scrunching my nose up in fake disgust which she laughed off

“All im saying is mess around with him. Tease him, suck him off, edge him till he’s begging, literally whatever you want but don’t just wait for him to notice how damn good you look in that dress….or out of it”

BACK TO NOW:

Maybe she’s right. I look at the dress hung over the back of my chair, quickly taking it in my arms I walk into the bathroom slipping it on.

LORENZO’S POV:

Damn, I hate it when she’s right, i mean she basically always is right but still. Ugh, this book is good, I mean I can’t believe Jo just like denied Laurie and didn’t marry him and then he married Amy instead like wow….plot…fucking…..twist. I look up from my book to tell y/n that the book is bad because she can’t know I like it and she’s gone, odd.

YOUR POV:

I walk out the bathroom to stand infront of my bedroom mirror once again and see Lorenzo now lying on his back holding the book up. I sigh slightly thinking I’m going to have to resort to one of Pansy’s plans

“I look so ugly, why did I buy this dress” I huff at myself lacing my voice with some lever of sadness

“What?! Who told you that? Did someone say that to you?” His voice came out panicked and full of concern, that I felt bad for doing this.

“No one did, I just look bad” he scrambled off the bed and stood behind me, his hands on my hips rubbing small circles with his thumbs. I try and stress the smirk that’s forcing its way onto my face before he could catch on.

“Your gorgeous y/n, breathtaking” his hand runs up my body to my neck tilting my head up. Sparks fly up and down my spine when he moves my hair away from my neck. I loose track of what he’s saying as my body relaxes against his and his warm breath tickles my neck. “What are you smirking about huh?” He places a kiss to my neck. “Did you just want some attention pretty girl?” He turns me to face him while I mumble a “maybe” while heat rushes up my neck to my face. He wraps a hand around my neck making me look up at him

“You jealous of a book sweetheart? Just want me to yourself, baby?” I hum a yes, closing my eyes slightly feeling the vibrations between my neck and his hand. “How bout I show you how pretty you are? I’ll give you all my attention, yeah?” he took his hand from my neck grabbing the back of my thighs, lifting me up wrapping my legs round his waist. He kneads the skin under my hiked up dress walking me over to me bed and laying me down, hovering over me.

“My pretty girl”

[slytherin-princess-x]

Hey guys, I want to attempt to do some sort of slytherinmas. I’ve seen so many people talking about doing it and it’s motivated me to try. So, bear with me and apologies if I miss a day…..or two

-slytherin princess 👑

[slytherin-princess-x]

Birthday girl

Draco Malfoy x reader (female)

Summary: who else is gonna say happy birthday to their special girl first? (I can’t write summaries to save my life sorry)

Silence envelopes your dorm room like the heavy snow outside the castle swirling in a whirlwind of patterns. A low breeze hums around the slytherin dungeons not daring to disturb your comfortable slumber. With your blanket up to your neck and Draco’s hoodie swallowing you whole, you quickly fell to sleep that night before the snow even hit the ground.

(Draco’s POV)

My girl. My birthday girl. Merlin today was a long day, I was so busy making sure y/n’s birthday was going to be perfect I forgot to make time for her today. The look on her face today pained me, I didn’t mean to neglect her, no. Not at all, anything but that. So, to make up for my idiocy I left the rest of those dimwits (the other boys and pansy) to set up for her surprise party, which Snape allowed, seeing as y/n is his favourite it wasn’t a surprise he said yes. I’d been giving the love of my life gifts the entire week coming up to her birthday and now it was for the main event….kind of….

My feet tiredly drag along the floor from my dorm to y/n’s with a huge basket in my arms, it has all of her favourite things and some smaller presents, which I wrapped all by myself. Proud boi

Hogsmead sold most of the chocolates and sweets she like but her mother did send some over from outside of Hogwarts. Sadly, I had to drag pansy with me to make sure y/n would like all of the things I picked out and pansy said she would..obviously, I picked it..duh. Anyway, she’s been dying for a new miniskirt for this winter and some boots and only the best for her, I mean who am I if I buy her ones from….dare I say it…primark. Merlin, who am I? A Weasley? Please. That’s how I found myself at her dorm at 11:59pm.

“Alohomora” I mumbled, gently pushing the door open and closing it behind me as a breeze followed me in. Using the light from my wand I place her gift basket on the foot of her bed and slip my shoes off crawling into bed behind her.

(Reader’s POV)

I felt a cold body press against mine slowly waking me up, his cologne filled my nose. Draco. I relax into his touch, his hand rubbing up and down my side soothingly. He peppers kisses to my neck and covered shoulders, a soft sigh falls from my lips when his brush against my ear

12AM:

“Happy birthday, princess” his voice was low and soft, his breath warm on my neck. A smile creeps up to my face and I shuffle back into him more.

“Thank you, dray.” I whisper back as he mumbles “I love you’s” against my neck. We don’t stay up much longer before I fall asleep mind sentence on Draco’s chest, I feel the gentle rumble of a quiet laugh before his breathing evened out, matching mine.

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SORRY FOR THE SHORT ENDING, HOPE YOU STILL LIKED IT XOXO

SOME OF YOUR GIFTS: new fits and bags, louboutins, a big basket of snacks and a promise ring