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nottswitch · 3 days ago
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⋆˙⟡♡ THE BIRTH OF VENUS
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venus [ˈviːnəs] — a roman goddess encompassing the energy of love, beauty, desire, sex and fertility. the planet of venus relates to the way one expresses their values, passions and desires, experiences pleasure and attracts others.
a twelve day celebration going through the valentine’s day up to my birthday. each of the twelve drabbles represents a certain venus placement in the natal chart, revolving around particular kinks that i, personally, associate with that placement.
18+ mdni .ᐟ read the warnings before each drabble. they contain dark topics that are not for everyone, so read at your own discretion. you’re responsible for your media consumption. no taglist.
⟡ navigation ; m.lists
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⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN ARIES [11/02]
knifeplay, blood kink ; mattheo riddle
⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN TAURUS [12/02]
intox kink, dubcon ; cult leader!theo nott
⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN GEMINI [13/02]
cheating, sex toys ; bsf!fred weasley
⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN CANCER [14/02]
breeding kink, creampie ; chef!theo nott
⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN LEO [15/02]
voyeurism, masturbation ; brother’s bsf!lorenzo berkshire
⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN VIRGO [16/02]
orgasm denial, begging ; draco malfoy
⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN LIBRA [17/02]
oral, overstimulation ; theo nott
⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN SCORPIO [18/02]
brat taming, face slapping ; tom riddle
⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN SAGGITARIUS [19/02]
public sex, anal ; fred weasley
⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN CAPRICORN [20/02]
gunplay, dry humping ; bodyguard!mattheo riddle
⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN AQUARIUS [21/02]
cuckold, degradation ; sister’s bf!theo nott ft. mattheo
⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN PISCES [22/02]
double penetration, dacryphilia ; theo nott and lorenzo berkshire
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witchsrecs · 1 day ago
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oh god, enemy tom just does something to me.
“if they start to fade, i expect you know where to find me. don’t make me have to come find you again.”
this line made me shiver. honestly, i wouldn’t find him, just to see what he does next 🤭 perfect writing of tom, if i do say so myself.
NINE. knifeplay — tom riddle
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warnings — smut 18+. enemy!tom. knifeplay (carving). blood. you are responsible for your own media consumption.
kinkmas mlist. more.
“sit still.” tom orders, his tone sharp and icy. he drags the knife along your bare skin, making you shiver at the sensation before leaving you trembling on the bed to lock the door. you’re well aware you got yourself in this situation— pressing your enemy’s buttons until he had to drag you to his room.
you expected him to simply intimidate you though, to show you who holds the power between you two— and well, he did. just not in the way you expected, as he twirls the shiny, reflective knife around in his hand, approaching you with an air of authority and purpose exuding from him.
“look at you. so submissive just for me… and your trembling body— so delicate and fragile.” he growls, cocking one brow as his eyes rake over your body on his bed, your skirt flipped up and your damp panties exposed. you don’t know where this sudden desire to let him take control came from— maybe you wanted him to be in control for once, to see what he was capable of.
“this does not mean that i’m submissive for you, riddle.” you mutter, causing an amused smile to dance on his lips, but he doesn’t reply. he doesn’t need to, because he knows the real truth. he takes the knife and presses it against your inner thigh, prompting you to spread your legs wider, and you obediently do, surprising yourself once again.
feeling the cold blade against your bare skin makes you swallow hard, and he slowly presses it into your flesh, gauging how you react to the touch of the sharp metal. despite glaring at him with narrowed, defiant eyes, you don’t protest one bit, letting him drag the knife over your body, only prompting him to take a step further.
“tom wait—” you stammer, starting to feel a slight tinge of hesitation, but your words are immediately cut off when the blade presses into your thigh, digging deep into the skin. you hiss at the painful, sharp sensation, your hands reaching for the sheets to steady yourself as you feel tom slowly carve letters into your soft skin— T.M.R.
fresh, crimson drops of blood trickle down from the open wounds onto his white sheets, staining them, and he admires the sight before him as if he’s observing an unique, yet beautiful art piece.
“perfect.” he murmurs, his low voice still devoid of any emotion and his icy, dark eyes fixed on the fresh wounds on your thighs. he inches closer to you, casting a dark shadow over your body on the bed, before placing the knife right under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
“if they start to fade, i expect you know where to find me. don’t make me have to come find you again.”
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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡
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iniquitousyearning · 1 day ago
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tom riddle in a pea coat covered in blood. tom riddle standing in the snow covered in blood. tom riddle panting from exertion covered in blood. tom riddle kissing you like he needs you to breathe covered in blood. tom riddle who killed men for you covered in blood.
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cardansriddle · 21 hours ago
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Deception - Tom Riddle x Fem!Reader
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Summary:
It wasn’t a calculated move, not at first. But now that the pieces had been set on the board, she realized the only way to survive was to play. She would have to play his game—dangerous, consuming, and risky as it was. She knew there was no other way of getting out of his clutches. Whatever his decision, she would be his prisoner for as long as he pleased.
But perhaps...she could manipulate him.
Warnings: manipulation, reader is Tom's prisoner. not proofread as always.
A/N: I loved writing this so much, I'm already thinking maybe I should continue this.
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The dim light of the chamber flickered as the iron door groaned shut behind her, casting her into a suffocating silence. The cold seeped into her bones as she stood, hands bound by enchanted chains that glimmered faintly in the shadows. Her captors dropped their hold on her arms and she heard the echo of their footsteps as they left the room.
And then she was alone with him.
She slowly rose her eyes from the ground and met his piercing gaze with defiance. Tom Riddle sat at the head of a grand, dark table, his fingers steepled, eyes glittering like a predator sizing up its prey. The flickering torchlight cast shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp planes and hollows that made him both devilishly beautiful and utterly menacing. His dark hair, sleek and perfectly in place, framed a face that seemed carved from marble—pale, flawless, and unnervingly symmetrical.
"Do you know why you're here?" His voice was calm, dangerously so, each syllable wrapping around her like a devil's snare.
Her lips curled in disgust. "If you're looking for someone to cower and beg, you’ve picked the wrong witch."
A flicker of amusement crossed his face, sharp and fleeting. "Brave." he murmured, rising from his chair with an almost lazy grace. He wore black robes tailored to perfection, the fabric smooth and unyielding, fitting his tall, lean frame as if it were a second skin. "But bravery without power is a liability."
He moved towards her, each step deliberate, calculated. She fought the urge to step back as he stopped just inches away, his presence overwhelming. There was an aura about him that made the air feel heavier, the room colder. 
"I’ll make this simple," he continued, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. "Hufflepuff's Cup. Where is it?"
She swallowed a knot in her throat before she answered. "You will not get anything from me, Riddle." She spat.
"Hm." He hummed, his smile chilling and devoid of warmth. "Do you truly believe that?" Before she could respond, he lifted a hand, and the chains tightened around her wrists, forcing her to her knees. Pain shot through her, but she refused to cry out, glaring up at him instead.
She felt utterly vulnerable on the ground beneath him, forced to look up to him. He seemed to be enjoying himself as he let his gaze rove over her like this, on her knees, at his mercy. His eyes glimmered at the sight and there was something almost serpentine about them, as if they could see straight through to the darkest corners of a person’s soul.
"You think you can defy me," he said, crouching down to her level. His face was unnervingly close now, his breath ghosting over her skin. "But defiance only entertains me for so long."
She clenched her teeth, willing herself not to flinch as his fingers brushed her chin, tilting her face upward. "Why do you resist?" he asked almost curiously. "You know lack of cooperation will only lead to pain. You also know...I get what I want. I always win."
"You don’t win anything," she snapped, her voice trembling despite her efforts. "You take. You destroy. You leave nothing behind but fear and ruin." She knew the reply she gave was pathetic, yet she was at death's door and there was only so much wit she could muster. "I know you’ll never be satisfied. Not with Hufflepuff's Cup, not with power, not with anything."
Something flickered in his expression—surprise, perhaps, or something darker. He dropped his hand. "Perhaps Crucio will loosen your tongue about the Cup's whereabouts then."
A shot of fear travelled through her body, but she knew the slightest display of it would only encourage him more. So she tilted her chin upward defiantly, her heartbeat thunderous in her ears. “You think pain will break me?” she replied, her voice lower now, steadier. “You don’t understand, do you? That’s the difference between us. I can endure. You’re the one who can’t.” Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, knowing that her words would send her straight to her doom. "And no matter how many people you bend to your will, how much power you amass, you’ll never escape it,” she continued. "You’ll always be that boy trying to prove you’re more than the emptiness inside.”
His calm composure shattered and she swallowed in fear as she watched anger overtake him, eyes flashing deep crimson. "You presume to know me?” he said, his voice a venomous whisper. His hand circled her throat, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze. “You presume to know what drives me, what fuels me?”
Her eyes bore into his, unwavering despite the storm brewing in his gaze. “Your anger will be your downfall."
A low, bitter laugh escaped his lips. “Anger?” he echoed, tilting his head, his expression hardening into something sharp and cruel. “You think anger is what fuels me? That’s such a simplistic view of me, darling.”
“It’s the anger that you bury beneath your arrogance. The rage at the world that dared to dismiss you. The fury at the people who never saw you for what you thought you deserved to be.”
Something in his expression shifted—a flicker of something raw, dangerous, and entirely unguarded. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over her skin as he spoke, his tone soft but laced with venom. “Careful, little witch. You’re wandering into dangerous territory.”
“And what are you going to do about it?” she challenged, her heart pounding as he stepped even closer, the heat of his body now pressing into hers. “Kill me? Torture me? That won’t change the truth, will it?”
“You’re either very brave,” he murmured, his voice like silk wrapped around steel, “or very foolish to speak to me this way.”
“I’m neither,” she countered, her voice soft but firm. “I just see you for what you are.” Her heart thundered in her chest, but she refused to let him see her falter. “A man who thinks power will fill the emptiness inside him,” she said, her words striking with quiet precision. “But it won’t. It never will.”
His eyes narrowed as he studied her, his grip tightening on her throat as though grounding himself. 
He leaned in, so close now that she could feel the heat radiating from him, his lips barely a breath away from hers. “I should break you,” he murmured, his voice dark and low. “I should destroy you for your insolence.”
“Then why haven’t you?” she whispered with a trembling voice.
His grip faltered for the briefest moment, and in that hesitation, she saw the war raging within him. “Because,” he said finally, his voice thick with something she couldn’t quite name, “you’re not as insignificant as you should be. And that infuriates me.”
Her heart skipped a beat, her breath catching as his words hung heavy in the air. The hand gripping her throat softened slightly, his thumb brushing against her jaw in a touch that sent a shiver down her spine.
“And what infuriates me even more,” he said lowly, his voice barely above a whisper, “is that I can’t decide whether I want to break you… or keep you.”
For a moment, his expression was unreadable, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her knees feel weak. Then, without warning, he closed the distance, his lips ghosting over hers but not quite touching, as if testing his resolve.
The tension was suffocating, electric, and for a fleeting second, she wasn’t sure if she’d just won the battle—or if she’d lost something far greater.
She wasn't stupid. She knew either of those paths would be her downfall. He was the enemy, and she despised everything he stood for. Whether he decided to torture her until her body gave out, or keep her for himself as his personal pet, she knew she would suffer. There was no other solution when it came to Tom Riddle.
Starting this game between them, it was not something she intended to use to get out of the situation alive. It wasn’t a calculated move, not at first. But now that the pieces had been set on the board, she realized the only way to survive was to play. She would have to play his game—dangerous, consuming, and risky as it was. She knew there was no other way of getting out of his clutches. Whatever his decision, she would be his prisoner for as long as he pleased.
But perhaps...she could manipulate him.
Her mind raced as his piercing eyes held hers. She could feel the weight of his presence, suffocating yet alluring, and for a moment, her stomach churned with disgust—not at him, but at herself for even considering the possibility that lingered at the edges of her mind.
She had seen the way he looked at her—not with indifference, not with contempt, but with something else. Something dangerous. Something she could use.
If he wanted to keep her, she would play the game long enough to let him lower his guard, just enough. And then, when he believed that he had bent her to his will, that she would stay by his side, that would be the moment she would escape.
She carefully schooled her features into something unreadable. He had an uncanny ability to sense weakness, to sniff out the faintest whiff of fear or rebellion. She couldn’t afford that. Not now.
Tom tilted his head, studying her as though she were a particularly fascinating puzzle he had yet to solve. His fingers grazed her jaw, almost gentle now, as if testing her reaction. “You’re thinking something,” he deduced, “Something clever, no doubt. Shall I guess what it is?”
Her pulse quickened, but she forced herself to smile faintly, a calculated tilt of her lips that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’re welcome to try."
His eyes narrowed slightly, but the corner of his mouth curved upward, amused. “You’re playing a game you can’t possibly win,” he said, his voice like a warning. “But I admit, I’m curious to see how far you’ll go before you break.” He knew this had become a game now. “You intrigue me,” he admitted. “That could be your greatest weapon… or your greatest weakness.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat, her mind screaming at her to look away, to retreat, but she didn’t. Instead, she leaned in slightly, letting her lips brush over his lightly as she spoke. "And you want me," she stated. "That could be your weakness."
His dark eyes flashed with anger—or was it desire, or perhaps both, she could not tell. But she didn’t give him the chance to respond. Her hands moved to his collar, and she kissed him— hard and unyielding.
He didn’t pull away.
For a split second, the world seemed to stop, the only sound the sharp intake of breath as his control snapped. His hands gripped her waist with bruising force, dragging her closer as he kissed her back with an intensity that stole the air from her lungs. It was rough and chaotic.
She could feel the fire in his touch, the hunger that he barely kept restrained, and she knew she’d struck a nerve. Good. She would use that. She would make him crave her, make him lose himself in the illusion she was about to create.
She would make him want her—not just physically, but completely, utterly. She would weave herself into the dark corners of his mind, make him believe she wanted him too. She would let him think she was falling under his spell, that his power over her was absolute.
Her lips parted against his as she kissed him again, softer this time, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. She felt his sharp inhale, the way his body tensed under her touch, and she knew she was winning this round. He was too used to control, to fear and submission. She would give him none of that. Instead, she would give him passion laced with poison.
As his hands roamed over her, pulling her impossibly closer, her mind remained cold, calculating. She would make him trust her, make him believe she was his. And when he least expected it, when his guard was down and his obsession consumed him, she would slip away.
For now, though, she kissed him back as though she truly wanted him, as though the heat between them burned away any semblance of resistance.
She let him believe this was real.
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(lmk if you want part 2 for this!)
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megwritesriddles · 3 days ago
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HEADCANON/DRABBLE REQUESTS OPEN!! MDNI 18+
hey y’all! :3
as you’ve maybe noticed I haven’t been writing much lately (uni is kicking my ASS) and I want to try to get back into it in a fun way so I’m sending out an open call for any requests for short form stuff you’d like to see! rules at the bottom.
Characters I will write:
Tom Riddle, Draco Malfoy, (Young) Severus Snape, Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley
Any of the Stardew Valley bachelors (i’m not super familiar with Shane tho so keep that in mind)
Spencer Reid
Mike Schmidt
Peeta Mellark, Sejanus Plinth, (maybe Snow)
Josh Futturman
Tate Langdon, Michael Langdon
Kurt Kunkle
Brahms Heelshire
Rules:
before placing a request please keep in mind that the idea is for these to be short, maybe bulletpoints or just a couple hundred words (knowing me if i like your prompt i’ll go way over)
I prefer to write smut and non-established romantic relationships (eg. they start as friends/enemies/fwbs/exes etc but get together) but don’t mind writing fluff or established relationship in the short form (pls specify in the ask if you want smut if the prompt doesn’t make it clear)
I will not write incest, pedophilia (or crazy age gaps) or anything involving bodily fluids other than cum
Please send in at least a slight scenario and not just a character
eg. “Young Severus as your boyfriend headcanons please” or “Spencer Reid when you ask him to be friends with benefits” or “Tom Riddle using sex magic on you”
Feel free to include as much detail as you like about the scenario, but I won’t write reader to have any specific traits unless they’re fairly general (eg. plus-size) just so more people can enjoy it. That being said I only write afab!reader (usually with female pronouns but I can do gender neutral) simply because I couldn’t do amab justice with my own experiences.
Thank you to anyone who requests!!
I have no idea if anyone will, I have a few requests in my inbox I want to tackle but they’re for long form and I wanna warm up a little first
Lots of love,
Meg (´ ω `♡)
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ submit request here
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sp7-mr · 6 months ago
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poltoreveur · 1 year ago
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I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.
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actually-mentally-ill · 7 months ago
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natti-ice · 10 months ago
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18+ mdni
Me: “fuck, I need his cock”
Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*
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fromduck · 2 months ago
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Me with you guys simping over hot men
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nottsangel · 6 months ago
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— hp porn links ੈ♡˳ 16k celebration.
warning: 18+ only. these are twitter links that contain porn videos. these are not fics.
includes: theodore nott, mattheo riddle, draco malfoy, tom riddle, lorenzo berkshire, pansy parkinson, fred weasley, george weasley, ron weasley and harry potter.
nav . m.list . drabbles m.list
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— THEODORE NOTT
brother’s bsf!theo fucking you in your room
sex with toxic!theo after a fight
dealer!theo fucking you in his car
bf!theo using you as a stress reliever
— MATTHEO RIDDLE
roommate!mattheo fucking you while everyone’s asleep
missionary with mattheo in his dorm room
bsf!mattheo helping you relax after a long day
classmate!mattheo fucking you against his desk
— DRACO MALFOY
enemy!draco fingering you in the bathroom
draco pounding into you from behind
dom!draco spanking you when you misbehave
draco sneaking into your dorm room late at night
— TOM RIDDLE
dom!tom fucking your throat
rough sex with tom after you’ve been needy all day long
bf!tom fingering you
tom waking you up in the middle of the night
— LORENZO BERKSHIRE
roommate!enzo fucking you in your room
makeup sex with bf!enzo after an argument
dom!enzo fingering you
reverse cowgirl with bsf!enzo
— PANSY PARKINSON
making out with bsf!pansy
gf!pansy eating you out
pansy fingering you in the bathroom between classes
sleepovers with bsf!pansy
— FRED WEASLEY
bsf!fred eating you out
morning sex with roommate!fred
bf!fred fucking you after you flirt with someone else
riding fred’s face after a stressful day
— GEORGE WEASLEY
bf!george breeding you full
baking with bsf!george
morning sex with roommate!george
george fucking you raw after you pull the condom off
— RON WEASLEY
jerking off sub!ron
riding classmate!ron after class
ron fucking you against the wall
sleepy sex with bf!ron
— HARRY POTTER
needy harry fucking your thighs
missionary with harry
dom!harry fingering you from behind
shower sex with bf!harry
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iniquitousyearning · 1 year ago
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jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons
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author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.
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-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.
Draco Malfoy.
Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.
“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”
Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.
Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.
“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.
His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.
He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.
“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”
He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.
Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.
“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”
He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.
“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”
Blaise Zabini.
Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.
He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.
When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.
This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.
He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.
You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.
After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.
“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”
Lorenzo Berkshire.
Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.
Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.
Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.
His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.
You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.
He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.
“Who was that guy, darling?”
You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.
“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”
He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”
You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”
Mattheo Riddle.
“Who the fuck-“
Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.
You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.
You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.
Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.
You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,
“Is this fucker bothering you?”
Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.
“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“
He’d heard more than enough.
“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”
Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:
“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”
Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.
And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.
When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”
You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.
Theodore Nott.
He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.
Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-
Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.
Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.
Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.
His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.
He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.
“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”
As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.
Tom Riddle.
“AVADA KEDA-“
Lowkey kidding but not really.
No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.
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love-at-first-sight-23 · 5 months ago
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Welcome to the world of “Being in love with a person who doesn’t exist in real life but you pretend they do anyway because you’re obsessed” ✧˖*°࿐
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nemesis-writer · 2 months ago
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POV- Writing for ____x reader fic
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heartiella · 10 months ago
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There is no stronger force than that of a girl’s desperation to write about her male hyperfixation.
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realangelahernandez · 4 months ago
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I’m so sad… time for an x reader fan fiction
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