#crazy slytherins

[managone16]

Bellatrix: Hey Crouch. Barty: What, Black? Bellatrix, looking around: I see your boyfriend isn't here. Would you mind having a little fun with me instead? Barty: Black, I will let you know I am engaged- Bellatrix, laughing: Oh no, you are thinking wrong. *Waves her wand and shoots a Crucio to the wall* Barty, eyes wide and grinning: Yes, I will have some fun with you. Bellatrix, smiling: Crucio.

[leona-hawthorne]

so many people write mattheo to be a cold-hearted, womanizing bastard and while i absolutely love reading that mattheo (🙈), i am a firm believer that he’d be the biggest sweetheart when you’re dating him.

don’t get me wrong, he would absolutely be a cold hearted womanizing bastard… at first. after meeting you, he’d still be reserved, arrogant, rude. but somehow, you manage to sneak past the steel barriers he has surrounding his heart.

and when he realizes this, he’d push you away in every way possible. you offer him your notes when he misses class? “fuck off, i don’t need them. trust me, i’ve got a hundred other lap dogs doing that shit for me.”

and his heart would break a little when he’d see your confused frown, but he’d push the guilt down. love is vulnerability. vulnerability is weakness. that’s what he was taught and that’s what he lived by.

but oh, you’re just too perfect. your pretty little face, your sweet voice, the way your eyes light up when you’re talking about muggle studies or baby rabbits, the way you refuse to leave your dorm without your lucky jewlery. it melted the ice around his heart. he never stood a chance.

so he’d give into your affections at some point. and yes, he’d be the scary, possessive boyfriend everyone expects. he’d throw a punch at anyone who dared to touch you wrong or even look at you wrong. but that’s just the mattheo everyone knows. the mattheo you know is a sweetheart. never allowing you to open your own door or pull out your own chair, braiding your hair for you or helping you put it up at night, spoiling you with every candy, piece of clothing, and stuffed animal you want, tying your shoelaces for you, calling you princess.

and let me tell you, this man is the biggest whore for cuddles. he tells you that sleeping in your presence keeps the nightmares at bay and while that’s true, the real reason why he won’t sleep without cuddles is because he simply needs to feel you as close as possible. he needs your hands playing with his hair or your nails scratching his back. and you can’t even try stopping the movements of your hands because trust me, he is an incredibly annoying whiner. “babyyyy keep going.”

skin-to-skin cuddling is even better. he’ll take his shirt off and force you to do the same, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back into his chest. it’s not sexual; he just needs to feel you as close to him as possible, and your bare skin against his just happens to be the closest thing he has to crawling inside your skin and living there.

my point here is basically that mattheo riddle is a soft boy when he’s in love and i will die on this hill!

navigation mattheo riddle masterlist

[curiouslymyown]

Touch starved Barty finally finding the comfort he needed in Evans arms

[iatnen]

Please look away !!! They’re changing !!!

Back…. shots…… haha……….

Back 🤝 thighs 🤝 arms — the holy trinity

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We will meet again. | pt 2

Short summary: Ever since you had met Tom, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was mysterious and intriguing in the best possible way – if only he hadn’t disappeared out of nowhere at the Christmas market. It’s two weeks later now and you intend to spend Christmas Eve by yourself. Or will you?

Warnings: 18+ only! stalker!Tom, dub con, rough sex, extreme choking, impact play, degradation, biting, bondage, slight blasphemy ig, unprotected p in v, no aftercare

A/N: All I want for Christmas is… uhhh…

wordcount: 2,9k

part one | part three

Nobody messes with Tom Riddle’s head.

Especially not a muggle girl.

He let his guard down that day, something that hadn’t happened in a long time. You intrigued him in the worst possible way– an odd feeling he wasn’t used to blooming in his chest. One that only got stronger every time he had looked into your beautiful eyes, one that he couldn’t seem to let go, one that distracted him any time he wanted to simply read a book or study.

It has been driving him close to insanity.

Two weeks have passed since your encounter at the Christmas market and he had since found out where you lived, when you arrived home after work and, most importantly, he had a well worked out plan where he would teach you a little lesson.

Christmas Eve.

Fourteen days ago you met Tom, and he has never left your mind since. He has even followed you in some of your dreams. The necklace – you don’t wear it. Too much of a reminder of how he just left you behind, essentially having your friends think you’ve gone crazy as you rambled on about this tall, handsome stranger who you swore was just sitting there next to you on the bench. Without paying it any further attention, you have put the jewellery away, somewhere where you were sure you wouldn’t have to encounter it again for the next few months.

You live in your own apartment, within a small living room currently decorated with a middle-sized Christmas tree. The smell of pine needles and gingerbread hangs thick in the air, altogether creating a pleasant holiday feeling which perfectly fits to your tradition of watching a seasonal movie on Christmas Eve.

The season of love and peace doesn’t feel much like it when you have to decorate and organize everything yourself. The past few days have been nothing but tiring, which is why during the movie your eyelids flutter close every few minutes and you have to fight sleep with all your strength. Your exhaustion finally gets the better of you and you decide to head to bed, slipping into your fluffy bunny slippers and turning off the TV. After, you make your way to your bedroom, only the flashing Christmas decorations you had put up leading your way, casting a faint light on the otherwise empty hallway.

You touch the cold metal of the door handle and push down, entering your bedroom. Instead of darkness the dim light of your motion-sensing lamp greets you. It has been bugging often lately, just like the camera surveilling the front door entrance. Not even technicians you had hired could fix the issue – strange, you thought, especially as you have never had problems before. It’s probably due to the chilly weather they told you.

As you take a breath, a strange, yet familiar scent hits your senses. It reminds you of that day at the Christmas market. As you try to figure out where it was from exactly, Tom crosses your mind. It was his perfume, unmistakably, one that was so unique it was easily recognizable. Then, on the other hand, how could-

“You left your front door unlocked.”

A familiar voice, which you instantly make out to be Tom’s, snaps you out of your thoughts. You shriek, turning to face the figure behind you. You weren’t mistaken.

Your blood is rushing through your ears as he’s just standing there, arms behind his back, staring at you. Even in this faint lighting you could swear his eyes have gotten darker than last time you saw him.

“What the-? How did you get in here?” You breathe heavily, furrowing your eyebrows at the sight of how calmly, eerily so, he was standing in the corner of your bedroom.

His lips twitch slightly, almost like he was about to reply, but instead he takes a measured step towards you. “Why aren’t you wearing my present?” he asks, voice low and controlled as his gaze sinks to the exposed skin of your cleavage, scanning it for the silver necklace he had left you in your handbag.

A scoff escapes your lips, and you shake your head. “Now tell me one good reason why I should. We have barely talked. You left without saying anything. I never asked you to come back either, especially not by breaking into my house.”

It wasn’t exactly true – of course you have been thinking about him. About how he caught your attention so easily in the first place, how different he was to other men. You even have dreamed of him. Yet, you weren’t a person to just simply forgive and forget.

“Leave, just like you did two weeks ago. You have no business being in here anyway.”

Tom’s expression doesn’t change as he stands still for another moment. Though, he then quickly advances toward you and before you can react properly, he grabs your arm and pushes you back against the cold wall of your bedroom, pinning you in place with his body.

“I am not going to leave any time soon.” He snarls as his hand wraps around your throat, just enough to feel your pulse under his touch. You have been messing with my head. And you know what happens to people that mess with my head?”

“Bad things. Horrible, in fact.”

You avoid his piercing gaze best as you can. “Well,” you huff, “that is not my fucking-“

Smack.

You hiss, head whacking to the side as his palm strikes your cheek forcefully, the burning sting radiating through your body. And damn – it shouldn’t make you feel the way it does.

“I am going to scream.” You croak best as you can, though you aren’t quite sure if you could under his firm grip.

“For help?“ he taunts, his lips curling up in a smug grin, “I would like to see you try.”

“I know what you have been dreaming of the past two weeks. Exactly this, isn’t it? My hand wrapped around your pretty throat, fucking you senseless. You can’t hide from me.”

“I have no clue what you-“

You hiss as a sharp pain in your head cuts off your lie, and the world around you shifts into something oddly familiar, a scenery you recognize from one of your dreams you had two nights ago.

It was you and him after your encounter at the Christmas market, but instead of disappearing, he had come home with you.

Not only that, though.

“God Tom, please!” You whine, lifting your hips from the mattress to meet his harsh thrusts, desperately chasing your high as he hits all the right spots that have your vision blur.

He looks so perfectly messy like this – sweat glistening on his skin, his beautiful brunette curls sticking to his forehead as he looks down at you with hazy, lust-filled eyes. The most raw and gorgeous groans come from his slightly parted lips, and you swear that sight alone would push you over the edge soon enough.

“Tell me what you need, and I will give it to you.”  Tom encourages, sucking marks into the tender skin of your neck.

“Need you to choke me. Please.” You manage, and his hand tightly wraps around your throat in an instant, as though he was waiting for those exact words to spill over your lips.

“Anything for you.”

And just like that, the scenery shifts again. You whimper as the stinging pain in your head disappears, and you are met with the brunette staring right at you with a cruel smirk, his face inching closer to yours until he is merely a breath away.

“It would be oh so cruel of me to deny you-“ Tom rasps, his voice laced with sarcasm as his hand finds its way under your skirt, “what you have been craving for so badly, don’t you think?”

A nod. A nod is all you can manage in return. You don’t even have time to question whatever just happened, inhaling shakily as his hand travels up your bare thigh, thumb brushing over the damp spot on your panties. Tom furrows his eyebrows and groans, lowly, at the feeling of your arousal on his finger.

“This turns you on? You are more pathetic than I thought.”

The firm grip he has on your throat softens, and your lungs finally expand with oxygen as you suck in a deep breath. He takes out a weird looking stick from inside his coat and mutters something for you inaudible. Just a second later your clothes are neatly folded on the floor and you stand there – half-naked, merely your lace underwear left on your otherwise exposed figure. You gasp in surprise and instinctively try to cover yourself, however Tom is quicker, grabs your wrist and sits you down on the soft mattress of your bed. Then, he does the same thing again, to himself this time.

Your eyes widen, trying to comprehend whatever just happened right in front of your eyes. “How- who are you? Some kind of magician?”

The brunette huffs, pushing you down onto the velvety sheets of your bed. “I am much more than a mere magician.”

And this time, he would let you keep the memory.

Before you can reply anything, he hovers above you, trailing kisses down your neck. Not like those you are used to from past experiences, though. They are rough and full of hunger, teeth grazing your skin, biting down here and there, practically marking you up as his own. Just like those dreams you have had.

Tom trails lower, stopping right at the swell of your breasts. “Still wearing too much.” He mutters under his breath, but it’s too late when you realize his intention. The material of your bralette rips with a sharp tear as it gives way to the force he is applying, the fabric sliding off to each side.

You want to complain, tell him that was one of your favourites, but when his teeth sink into the flesh of your breast any sane thoughts vanish from your mind. “Tom! Are you crazy?!” You shriek, attempting to push his head off you.

“Some people would say insane.” He retorts almost too calmly, lifting his head to answer, though not wasting much time before he dips down again to wrap his lips around your stiffened bud, sucking and biting down on it.

You throw your head back as soft moans escape your parted lips, your fingers raking through his perfect curls, tugging on them just slightly. His hand wanders down your stomach, and with a quick motion your panties are thrown on the floor.

“That is by the way no proper way to undress a woman.” You scold, and his eyes meet yours for a moment.

“You must be utterly delusional to assume I cared about that.”

Shaking your head you reach to the waistband of his briefs to get rid of them, blindly taking his length in your hand while you study his facial expressions. Only when you stroke him up and down, rubbing your thumb over his with precum glistening tip, you notice his size. Fuck.

His hand takes yours, pinning both of them above your head. Tom stills then, his eyes skimming over your naked figure underneath him for a brief moment as though he wanted to imprint your form into his mind forever.

“Keep your hands up there.” He demands lowly, and that is when you feel him aligning himself with your entrance, pushing into you steadily. You gasp at the blissful stretch Tom is providing you, burying his cock in your warm, welcoming walls.

“Season of love and peace, hm?” He rasps, pulling out of you almost entirely. “Let me show you what that means to me.”

A whole lot apparently.

“Because all you have caused me is anger and frustration.”

“Oh fuck- that’s too deep!” You cry out as he thrusts back into you at his last words, with much greater force this time. “Yeah? And I know you love it. Look how greedy you are, sucking me right in. See what a pathetic slut you are for it.”

His demeanour has in the meanwhile changed into something darker, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he mercilessly pounds into your tight cunt. You don’t exactly know what you have done wrong – he left you behind after all, not the other way around. However, who were you to complain if it meant you would get this?

Your hands reach to hold onto him, digging your nails into his skin, mark him like he did with you. A short-lived idea, it turns out. Tom hisses something, a word you can’t quite understand, and your hands return to their position above your head. Securely fastened with invisible binds.

“Wh- oh god! Oh dear god fuck-“ you cry out as he repeatedly hits that one spot deep inside of you that has stars blur your vision, subsequently having his hand wrap around your throat to muffle your moans. Then, his burning gaze meets yours.

“God? Pray to me. I am the only one above you, pray to me.”

Tom’s grip on your throat tightens at that, almost cutting off your airflow entirely.

Dreams do come true, after all.

The sounds of skin slapping against each other fills the room, and the air grows thick with the smell of lust and desire. You get to feel all of him, every single vein, even the slight curve of his perfect length. It all feels too good, too much for you to take. With your hands tied and voice taken away, that though is the only thing you can do – taking it.

“How does it feel-“ he breathes heavily, his dark brown curls sticking to his forehead as he punctuates his question with particularly rough thrusts. “How does it feel to be completely at my mercy, hm? To have me decide whether you get to take another breath?”

You can’t manage a reply, too caught up in pleasure clouding your mind, too focused on the slight sting you get as he brushes your cervix with every thrust as your walls give way to him entirely.

Soon your eyes flutter close, your consciousness slowly fading away under the firm grip he has on your throat. His hand then releases you, instead delivering a harsh smack to your cheek.

He adds another one as you don’t respond immediately.

“Breathe.”

You cough, gasping for air as your vision slowly comes back to you and are met with the brunette glancing down at you. “Doing so well for me.” He groans lowly, his thrusts growing more erratic as you clench around him, feeling your own high building rapidly.

“Please- please I need you to-“ you whine, bucking your hips against his thrusts for more friction. He reaches between you two, thumb finding your clit, rubbing figure eights on it. “S’ that what you need?”

You nod frantically. “Yes, oh Tom-“ your wrists pull at the bindings, but it’s no use. “Come. Come and show me how much of a slut you are for me.”

That’s the only thing you need to hear before the waves of your climax wash over you, repeating his name like a prayer as your cunt greedily pulses around his length, encouraging his release as well.

“I fucking- hate you-“ he grunts, emptying himself inside of you, biting down on your shoulder and collapsing on your spent body afterwards. You two stay like this for a brief moment before he pulls out of you. Tom keeps your legs spread and you whimper softly as his fingers swipe through your glistening folds, gathering some of your mixed arousal before he brings it to your lips.

“Open up. Taste us.” He demands, and you follow his command, taking his digits into your mouth to suck them clean. You never take your eyes off him, and the sight in front of you is heavenly. Tom looks oddly messy like this, hair disheveled, beads of sweat visible on his forehead, lips slightly parted as he breathes. Lord have mercy, you think.

 He withdraws his fingers from your mouth and cleans himself with what you have learned to be his wand. “You are a wizard?” You ask, sitting up to meet his gaze.

Tom nods. “Do not speak to anyone about this. Or I won’t have mercy with you next time.”

You grin. “There will be a next time?”

Just another second later and he stands before you, fully dressed in his black robes, his eyes wandering over your figure and his lips curl into a satisfied smirk. “Maybe. If you wear the necklace.”

You point towards the mess on your sheets and inner thighs expectantly. “Could you-“

“I am quite positive you will be fine.” Tom replies sternly, getting ready to leave.

It’s not that you were expecting him to stay the night, though you couldn’t help but feel disappointed he was leaving so soon. Your eyes follow his tracks, and when he then stands before you to hand you your clothes and a towel, you take the opportunity.

“Would you stay if I wanted you to?” You ask, still hopeful, though you already know the answer.

He shakes his head. “No.”

And so Tom takes out his wand, hesitating for a moment before he turns to face you for one last time.

“Happy Christmas.”

Just like that, he is gone again.

And the necklace? The most beautiful you have ever worn.

tagging for pt 2: @theacreativity @sirenseaborne @tomriddleswhcre

[theeslutintheroom]

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Consider: Regulus Black with SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder)

Regulus Black who is called spoiled for not agreeing to wear certain fabric because it feels like they peel of his skin but no one understands

Regulus Black with no tags on his designs clothes

Regulus black who pre- transition hated having his long hair brushed because of the feeling and would only let his brother do it until he finally cut it short

Regulus Black who is always called a ‘vampire’ for sitting in the dark a lot but they don’t understand that it’s TOO BRIGHT

Regulus Black with not a single smooth ring, all textured for those times

Regulus Black who hates surprise touches, who actually barely minds physical touch from his loved ones but has to see it coming before. Who love warm heavy hugs (which are James’ specialty) but hates a sudden touch, pushing people away when it happens and often make them get the wrong message.

Regulus Black who don’t go to parties because all the different sounds physically hurt him

Regulus Black with the same 3 outfits on repeat

Regulus Black with SPD everybody

might add more later - feel free to add your own!

[bailsgry]

You know you’re deep in the fandom when you see someone and think they have regulus black kind of pretty hair

[shiftingwnovk]

let’s normalise the fact that every single member of the slytherin skittles is psycho.

[thorn-rosed]

Rosekiller is THAT couple that keeps having on and off relationships. Sometimes their breaks are longer (up to a few months) sometimes shorter (a few days/hours). But in the end they realize that they cant live without each other and try again.

They need one another to survive, yet they keep destroying each other. Its a deadly spiral of lust, love and madness.

[weirdnico]

wow, imagine having, like, a consistent art style, that's crazyyyyy, couldn't be me fr fr

anyway, prince!regulus who runs away from the castle and has to live with his brother, regretting his life decisions 5 minutes in (he actually likes the clothes, he just doesn't want to admit it)

(plus a little close up 'cause he looks so good, i'm so proud)

[managone16]

Marlene: So, Baby Black, how's life? Regulus: why are you here and talking to me?? Marlene: awe, c'mon can't I have a conversation with Sirius's baby brother if I want to? Regulus: Regulus: Dorcas likes Acid pops and red carnations. Marlene: Alright thanks bye.

[karistiltskin]

barty and evan are THE partners in crime

“see that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier” yeah, that’s them.

[saralilstaremoji]

im sorry but nobody matches each other freak like evan rosier and barty crouch jr!

im going to say it again for the people in the back, NOBODY is EVER going to match each others FREAK like ROSEKILLER

thanks for coming to my ted talk😌

[bri-cheeses]

Fiercely and obsessively (wrapped around your finger) — Part 10

| Rosekiller Soulmate AU | Previous part is here | Word Count: 1,210 |

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At first, Barty didn’t understand what he was seeing. Surely he would’ve noticed it before now if Evan had met his soulmate? He’d had plenty of opportunities to see Evan’s mark since his birthday, so how did he miss this?

“Oh,” Barty said, but it came out all strangled and high pitched. Because he’d just realized the true extent of what this situation meant—if Evan’s soulmate mark was no longer black, that meant that he had a soulmate.

Evan had a soulmate.

Barty was hit with such a strong wave a jealously that it left him somewhat breathless, but he still managed to choke out the words, “Who is it?”

Was that why Evan had been acting so strange around him? Because he didn’t want to be as close to Barty now that he had someone else?

Evan’s voice tore Barty’s attention away from his arm and to his face, where he was looking at him strangely.

“You don’t know?” Evan asked. He sounded confused.

“I—should I?” And then, a horrible thought struck him. “It’s not Reg, is it?”

Evan’s laughter caught him off guard.

“What?” Barty asked frantically as Evan doubled over and wheezed uncontrollably. Surely that hadn’t been that outlandish of a question, had it?

“You thought it was Regulus?” Evan gasped with tears in his eyes.

“Well, I don’t know! All I know is that one second you’re crying into my shoulder and the next you apparently have a soulmate and I don’t know what’s going on!”

“Barty,” Evan said, finally calming himself down. “Look at your arm.”

Why Evan wanted him to look at his arm was lost on him, but after several seconds of confused silence, he did as he was told.

“No, Barty, not that one,” Evan said a bit impatiently. Barty sighed in defeat, then looked over to his left arm.

And froze.

Because there on his upper arm, exposed for all the world to see, was his soulmate mark, alive and bright with swirling colors.

Colors that matched Evan’s.

A series of images flashed into his mind. His fist in Evan’s shirt. Evan’s hands, shoving him backwards. The way they had fallen, Evan’s hands reaching out to catch his fall, and the inside of his arm grazing Barty’s bare bicep as they went down.

Oh, he thought.

And slowly, ever so slowly, he looked back up at Evan.

Evan, his best friend of six years. Evan, who he had loved fiercely and obsessively as long as he had known him. Who he had always felt differently about than all of his other friends, who he never wanted to be separated from, who he was in constant contact with because he simply couldn’t help himself. Who he had always gravitated towards, no matter the circumstances or company.

Evan, who was looking at him nervously and waiting for his reaction.

Barty took a step forward so that he was standing in Evan’s personal space. Evan winced slightly, but he didn’t move back. Not even when Barty reached a reverent hand up to cup his cheek and hold his gaze steady on his, eyelashes fluttering just slightly as he stared at Barty with parted lips.

“I am going to ask you about so many different things later,” Barty said, “but right now, I think I might actually die if I don’t kiss you somewhere in the next three seconds.”

Evan breathed out a soft “Oh”, but that was as far as he got before Barty’s crashed his lips into his, effectively cutting him off.

Evan hands came up to rest on Barty’s waist, pulling him in eagerly, and all Barty could think was “Yes, this is right.” How he had missed that before, he had no idea, but here with Evan’s lips moving against his, Barty could think of no place he’d rather be.

Evan pulled away first, gasping for air. Barty would’ve been worried except for the fact that his eyes were bright as he looked at Barty and nowhere else, seemingly drinking in every last detail of this moment.

“You,” said Evan, still breathing heavily, “have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Barty grinned.

“Then show me,” he said, and Evan did just that.

Hours later, after many kisses and long conversations, Barty was starting to feel like everything in the world was suddenly making sense.

Apparently, Evan had been in love with him for years, ever since the first year of school when Barty had helped him out with a difficult spell in Charms.

“At first,” Evan had said, “I had just written it off as a harmless crush. But you’ve got a real way of wrapping people around your finger, you know that?”

“Not people,” Barty had responded. “Just you.”

That had earned him another kiss.

And then Evan had explained why he’d been acting so oddly for the past few weeks, saying that he had been hoping for years that Barty was his soulmate, and the stress of soon knowing whether or not that would turn out to be true had eaten away at him. And once he had finally gotten his soulmate mark, he had avoided touching Barty because he hadn’t wanted to touch him and not have their marks light up, proclaiming them as nothing more than friends.

”Good thing the universe was smart enough to overcome all the obstacles you threw in its way,” Barty had laughed.

That had earned him a shove.

On Barty’s end, there was a lot of confusion. When he had fallen in love with Evan, he didn’t know, because now that he noticed it, it felt like something that had always been there, lurking just below the surface. And why he hadn’t noticed it until now, he couldn’t say either—just that he hadn’t.

But it had been apparent in almost everything he did, from the way he acted around Evan to the way he became jealous whenever anyone else showed interest in him. It had always been there, he just hadn’t been aware.

“Good thing the universe was smart enough to overcome all your stupidity,” Evan had parroted.

Which earned him a shove as well, followed by another kiss.

Overall, it was a much overdue conversation, and when they emerged form the woods to go find their friends, they couldn’t stop the happy and satisfied smiles they wore as they walked close together.

Dorcas had noticed first.

“Thank Salazar,” she had breathed, looking back and forth between Evan and Barty. From Regulus, Barty could’ve sworn he heard an exasperated, “Finally”, and really, had they all been waiting for this moment?

His confusion must’ve shown on his face, because Pandora had laughed and said, “Yes, we all knew, and we were all tired of it. Which is why we staged a slight intervention.”

“Intervention?” Evan asked, and then seemed to realize something. He looked around in betrayal. “You purposefully left us alone together, didn’t you?”

Dorcas nodded gleefully.

“That we did, and don’t even pretend that you’re not grateful for it.”

And really, how could Barty argue with that, when thanks to their meddling he had found his soulmate?

And judging from the way Evan blushed and leaned in to peck Barty on the cheek, he felt the exact same way.

-

(The End!)

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Smutmas 2024 | ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ X ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Cool Down.

Short summary: After having spent a night in a cabin up the mountains with your boyfriend, you find yourself stuck the next morning with a massive amount of snow blocking your way. When Mattheo’s finally had enough of your complaints, he finds a way to get you to calm down.

Warnings: 18+ only! temperature play, impact play, unprotected p in v, slight degradation, slight brat taming??

A/N: based on this request by @jolly4holly. I know it’s a little different, I hope it’s still alright tho!! 💜

wordcount: 1,5k

It was supposed to be a short trip – two days only. A surprise from your boyfriend to take your mind off your upcoming exams for a while, as he knew just how stressed you were. It had been such a great day, exploring the area and then finally falling asleep cuddled up with him near the chimney, which radiated a pleasant warmth throughout the tiny room.

As your eyes fluttered open the next morning, waking up from probably the best, most carefree night‘s rest you have had in a long time, the cabin was almost entirely dark. The fire had gone out over the course of the night, only a dim light from the windows illuminating your shared cabin. You were sure it must be morning already, so you got up and opened the front door slightly. Instead of sunshine, a thick layer of snow greeted you, cutting you both off from the outside entirely.

It’s been three days since, with the snow only melting bit by bit each day. You have increasingly grown more nervous and there wasn’t much Mattheo could do to calm you down. He has been trying everything to reassure you, but with your exams so soon, and you not having studied yet, nothing could possibly help.

The snow level had gone down enough that you could now at least leave the cabin, up to where Mattheo and you had cleared most of the snow. You had been pacing around the tiny room, rambling all day about your studies, how tired you are of being stuck up here and what not. He’d been listening to it, just like the days before, until he had finally had enough of your antics and led you outside.

He currently has you kneeling just outside the cabin, the biting cold spreading through your body, sending shivers down your spine as you inhale a shaky breath. This is Mattheo’s way of getting you to listen to him, always “solving” your problems in his own, unique way. The clang of his belt dropping to the floor with a thud has your head turn to face him, your lips turning into a pout.

“Please Mattheo, it’s cold!”

“Well, no shit. You are kneeling on snow.” he scoffs, casting a charm on himself to keep warm before he gets down behind you, the snow crunching under his weight. “That’s what bitching around the entire day gets you. Always need me to fuck that damn attitude out of you.”

“But-“ you try to protest, though his palm coming down on the flesh of your ass cuts you off with a gasp. “You have complained enough. It’s time out for that bratty mouth of yours.”

One of his hands covers your mouth, the other reaching between the both of you to guide his tip between your already slick folds, collecting some of your arousal before he nudges at your entrance. Mattheo then steadily sinks his length into your anticipating cunt, a low groan falling over his parted lips as he does so, your warm walls a welcoming contrast to the freezing temperature outside. “Fuckkk. Complaining it’s cold, yet your pussy is fuckin’ radiating warmth. Wish you could feel that now, huh?” he taunts you, and although you aren’t able to see his expression, you can hear the stupid grin he is wearing while he says it.

Mattheo’s hand leaves your mouth hastily, both sets of his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips instead. He then slowly, agonizingly so, drags his cock out of your pulsating heat, making sure you feel every single inch of his length before he slams back inside of you.

He sets a steady rhythm, your combined moans and the sound of your skin smacking against his fill your otherwise tranquil surroundings. You struggle against the cold, tiny clouds forming in the crisp winter air each time you breathe, your fingers tingling from the lack of blood circulating through them.

A shriek escapes your lips as a splash of water lands on your bare skin, wandering down your back until Mattheo wipes it away, stilling his movements. “You just squeezed me so fucking tight. Icy water making you feel good now?” the brunette mocks, reaching beside him as you hear the crunch of snow. Before you can react, a shockingly cold sensation forms on your lower back and you lurch forward, though quickly stopped by your boyfriend.

“Mattheo! What the-“ you hiss, and although you shiver in response, it oddly intensifies the feeling of him inside of you. Again, he grabs some snow and trails it over your neck and shoulders, following the damp path with his tongue. “Mhm. I knew you would love this, filthy girl. Can’t deny it when all I feel is your pussy begging for more.”

You open your mouth to argue, which finally is the last straw for the embodiment of impatience behind you. “Givin’ me no other choice now. Always need something in your mouth to stop whining.” he hisses through gritted teeth, the sound of cracking ice reaching your ears. “Open your mouth and keep it there. If you dare complain again before I am done with you, it’s not only your knees that will be sore tomorrow.”

Mattheo brings something frozen to your mouth, something you make out to be an icicle. As you try to protest, his fingers firmly wrap around your hair, pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder. You innocently look up, meeting his sharp expression, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Okay, okay!” you finally give in, and he lets you go, pushing you forward again. “I thought so.”

Reluctantly, you wrap your lips around the frozen spear, holding it up sideways like he instructed you to. Your whines are muffled and he doesn’t waste another second before he thrusts up into your warm cunt once more, having you almost drop the provisional gag as you gasp in surprise.

“Knew she would love this. Dripping all over me, makin’ a fuckin’ mess on my cock.”  Mattheo growls as he pounds into your pulsating, wet walls wrapped snugly around him, your mixed arousal evident on both of you. You have always loved how vocal Mattheo gets when he is close to his release, groaning and whimpering as he hits your cervix with every single thrust, his tight grip on your hips surely leaving bruises you’d be able to see for days to come.

“Fuck- just like that, don’t stop!” you cry out best you can as he brushes against that sensitive, spongey spot inside of you, your cunt greedily clenching around your boyfriend’s swollen length in return. “So- fucking- impossibly- tight.” he gasps loudly, punctuating his words with particularly rough thrusts.

His palm repeatedly comes down on the plush curve of your ass, each strike sending a sharp, blissful sting straight to your core. “Coming, baby. Fuck-“ he exclaims, collecting your hair in a messy ponytail just to push you forward into the snow, his hips slamming against yours as he hovers over you.

In the meanwhile, the icicle has slipped from your lips, and you whimper as the last bit of warmth leaves your body when it touches the freezing cold snow. It doesn’t take long until all the sensations you are feeling become too much, having you tumble over the edge with a cry. Mattheo’s breaths become ragged and hot against your neck, as a low, guttural groan slips from his parted lips. He soon too finds his release, painting your velvety walls with thick ropes of his white cum.

Mattheo pants heavily, lowering himself to rest on top of you to catch his breath, placing soft kisses on your shoulder. You were quite certain that any second longer of this would turn you into an icicle yourself.

“Mattheo. Could you-“

“Oh shit, baby wait,“ he says, pulling out of you and getting up instantly, dragging you with him. His eyes hurriedly travel up and down your form to check if you were alright as you stand before him. “You okay? Wasn’t too much?” he asks, voice laced with worry.

You shake your head, grinning. “It was perfect.”

Immediate relief floods the brunette’s face, a sly smirk forming on his lips as he pulls you into a tight embrace, praising you for how well you did for him. With a flick of his wand, he casts a drying spell on you before getting you back inside the cabin to warm up.

Mattheo wraps a blanket around your shivering form, guiding you towards the fireplace he had already lit beforehand. Your head rests on top of his shoulder as he helps you get warm, gently stroking your back and pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then, you two are silent for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company before he turns his head toward you slightly, his brown eyes meeting yours, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

“Just needed me to fill this pretty pussy up to get you to calm down, huh?”

“Mattheo!”

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