#riddle × male reader

[aki-shun]

Concubine Of The Red King [M!Reader x Riddle Rosehearts]

Forget his appearance in the game as Riddle is an adult in this story. Not much of an exaggeration, he just longer and that's it.

You will hardly see the name 'Riddle' at the beginning of the article, but towards the end of the article this will increase.😏

Warning: V!rg!n Riddle, Little hard(?), Smut, Grammatical errors, Not proofread

The clouds were already starting to gather. Even nature now operated according to the rules set by the kingdom. Not a thunder or a raindrop has landed on the earth, at least for now. This time it would be different from what seen since you arrived. You barely let out your deep breath. Because you know that if it goes on like this, you're the one who will be there next time. And it depends on a single sentence that comes out of his mouth.

You have been in the palace for 2 years. You don't know why, but suddenly you find yourself the concubine of the king who took the throne. Actually, it's probably because of your family, but that's not the point right now. You have seldom seen the face of the king since you came. You haven't had a relationship with him yet, and not just you. None of his other concubines had an affair with the king. The king did not have a partner, and yet he was not interested in any concubines. There were three other concubines with you. And now that number would be reduced.

Even after all these years, the King was not with anyone. Except for you, all the concubines were complaining about this situation. And the situation gave rise to silent gossip and incidents. One of the concubines was spreading rumors about the King's behavior. 'He doesn't stay with us because his tool is small, and yet he has a concubine.' 'It should definitely be a sub. Someone who likes to be fucked by others.' 'Have you seen Trey, the King's right-hand man, he's very friendly with the King. There must be a relationship between them. For the King neither chooses a partner nor spends the night with us.' and more of these rumors. You and the other two concubines were uncomfortable with this situation because your head was no longer above your neck because of these rumors. At the same time, the concubine who spread these rumors could not be said to be a very good person. They was causing problems for other concubines, including you. And now they was under the guillotine.

Another concubine, who could not stand what this concubine did, requested a private meeting with the King herself and complained about the concubine. Hearing this, the King was not very happy. His face turned the color of the red roses in the garden and he gave the order to the soldiers. This situation was a special situation that took place inside the palace, so it would not take place in the courtyard of the city like other executions, but in the garden behind the palace itself. Another feature that distinguishes it from other executions is that you could watch some executions as concubines, but from behind the crowd, depending on the magnitude of the crime. But now you are standing right behind the King. The king himself ordered you to watch this situation from the front as concubines. An order that tastes like a lesson to you. A lesson that foreshadows what will happen to you if something like this happens. You peeked into the king's face. His red hair framed his face. His gray eyes were as dull as the expression on his face right now. He was sitting on his red throne, just like everything else in the palace. You can tell from the way he sits that he has all the authority. You were just behind the throne, while the other two concubines were standing just to your left. Trey, the king's right-hand man, was just a few steps behind you. Even if you couldn't see it, you could feel that he was looking at you. You looking at the other concubines. One of them had a terrified expression on their face, and if you had called them, they would have started crying immediately. The other was not so tense. After all, they was getting rid of that concubine now. And now they was under the second guillotine.

While the last words of the concubine were taken before them head was taken, the concubine revealed the secret of the concubine who had revealed them. The other concubine was having an affair with a soldier from within the palace because the king was not interested in them. Moreover, besides you concubines, a few more soldiers knew about this relationship. When the king learned of this, his face was turning into blood red on. He suddenly turned to his left and looked at the concubine. The concubine began to deny it, but suddenly Trey interrupted them. He was informed by other soldiers and the certainty of the situation was understood. The concubine and them lover joined the other concubine under the guillotine.You and the other concubine are now the only concubines left.

A little sketch I drew after writing the article. Now go and be blessed.

You were having breakfast with other concubine. Neither of you has been well since the incident you witnessed yesterday. Especially your friend. Their not the type to watch these things happen, and you could never calm them down after the execution was over. They only calmed down when they was tired and enslaved to sleep.

'Are we next?'

The room fell silent. The concubine's eyes began to water again and roll down them cheeks.

'We didn't do anything wrong. As long as we don't, we're safe.'

As soon as you finished your sentence, soldiers filled the room. They took you and your friend to a hall in the part of the palace that you don't visit much. You saw them. The king and his right hand were drinking tea and eating tarts. Riddle Rosehearts, King of the Queendom of Roses, or 'Red King' in the mouth of Ace, a friend of yours who is a soldier in the palace. The two of them seemed to be chatting before you two entered the room, so of course they stopped talking when you walked in. After a moment of silence, Trey began to speak.

'The events that happened yesterday happened because of the learned facts. If those two hadn't committed crimes they shouldn't have done, they would be with us now. Because of this incident, both the name of our king and the name of the kingdom were tarnished. Therefore, you concubines are now under surveillance. But first of all..'

Trey reviewed the papers he was holding. Then he looked at you two again.

'We did not break any of the rules you mentioned.'

'279. According to the rule, concubines must be subject to the king. They both broke that rule. Likewise, according to rule 302, a concubine cannot be with anyone other than the king.'

You spoke. With these words, all eyes were on you. Even the king who hasn't looked your way since you entered the room. His facial expression was not very encouraging.

'Maybe you might be treating us like idiots just because we're concubines, but we're not. We know why those two were executed and their crimes.'

'Even if you didn't say it orally - that's the nature of your speech to us. But I will say something to you. Those two were executed for breaking the rules. Have you ever wondered why they broke these rules? Our esteemed king, have I ever done to concubines what a king ought to do. A whole two years is just easy to say. But only we know how long that period is. So I ask you, King Rosehearts, why do you keep us concubines in the palace against your will.'

'I didn't tell you you were stupid [last name].'

Silence. Nobody was talking. Your friend standing next to you was looking at you in surprise. Likewise, Trey was looking at you with the same expression, even the soldiers in the room. Only one person was looking at you with that a difrent expression. Riddle was looking at you with an even stranger expression. No wonder or anger. He turned his eyes away from you and looked at your friend next to you.

'You. Do you want to be freed?'

As can be seen from the expression on they face, your friend turned to the king in fear and stammered something.

'As you see fit, my king, so yeah-noo i mean i just your highne-'

'Of course, sir.'

'Sufficient. Trey, collect this concubine's things, I'm freeing them'

Trey led the concubine out of the hall with a few soldiers.

'The rest of the soldiers, you go out.'

It was just you two in the room now.

You were sitting on the balcony thinking about that day. You thought something would happen when the two of you were alone that day, but it didn't. Instead, he continued to eat the tart, telling you to take the dishes when finished and left the hall. After staring at the dirty plate for a few minutes, you took it. You were now officially the only concubine because she didn't set you free (what we want)

A few days passed, maybe a week. After dinner, you were continuing the book you started yesterday. While you were reading the book, there was a knock on your door and a few servants entered your room. They said they will prepare you for spending the night with the king. Wait, what- You gonna spend the night with that guy? This was something you never expected. Before you could say anything, they picked you up from your seat and started preparing you.

I will say only one thing. You got a nice ass but my drawing style is like a shit..

You were standing in front of his door. Your thoughts are so crowded that you don't even know what to think. You knocked on the door and waited. A 'come in' sound came from inside. It's too late to go back now. He is busy with something on his desk in his room. You stand in the doorway and watch him. He goes about his business as if you weren't there. You can't help but ask.

'Why did you call me?'

Is this guy kidding you?! After two whole years and the events that took place? Youre sure to be missing a few boards on his head. You walked towards him. He was dealing with documents related to the kingdom. You wanted to examine him a little while you were this close to him. After all, you don't always see his face. You don't know if it's his hair color, but for some reason his ears were red. He was nervously filling out documents. His breathing pattern was too pronounced, you could even hear the sound of breathing. It was obvious that he was biting his lips. Wait, he was nervous. Was it because you are here now, all this tension? Okay, now you're nervous too. You don't know why, but after seeing him like this, you had a strange feeling.

'To do what a king does with a concubine.'

'Why are you suddenly doing such a thing?'

'Because I'm a king.'

'Why are you acting like that'

'How am I behaving?'

'After all this, you seriously want me to do this? Do not be funny.'

His voice echoed in the room. He was angry, but his face did not change color.

'I'm not funny!'

'It really is the business of a king to sleep with anyone who comes his way? Concubines, partners, prostitutes, it doesn't matter! A king can't sleep with everyone just because he's a king. If he doing this, that person will not become a king. Others were not worthy to be with a king. If I were with them just because they look good, I would not only defile myself, but also violate my dignity and principles.'

'Why me then?'

'I was going to free you both when you came to the room that day, but you proved yourself by speaking.'

'This is complete nonsense.'

'So you wanted me to sleep with someone every night since the day you came and take a concubine to the palace?'

You don't know what to say in front of this sentence. So you came as a concubine, but still.. While you were thinking about this, he approached you and grabbed your chin and kissed you. (Finally the expected part.)

He was nervous and timid in his movements. Although he seemed confident and cold-blooded when speaking, he was rather shy. Maybe it's because he's a virgin. You don't know if he's a virgin, but he's definitely embarrassed right now. His ears were as red as strawberries. He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him. But he couldn't even do that properly. Well, if our king is shy and doesn't know exactly what to do then you should help him as his beloved concubine. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stuck your tongue in his mouth. He was obviously taken aback by what he had done, but he didn't care. He slowly led you to the bed and climbed on top of you. He looked at you but then immediately turned his head. He took some oil from his nightstand and poured it on his hand. He braced his fingers at the entrance and looked at you as if asking your permission. You nodded your head in agreement, then swallowed lightly and inserted two fingers. The cold of the oil made you shiver, but your grumpy Riddle couldn't help but feel the warmth inside. He twisted his fingers in it and started scissoring. You were covering your mouth with your right hand to hold back your own voice. He was twisting his fingers as if he was searching for something inside you. He suddenly pressed his fingers to a point. Your moaning became one as he pressed on that part. He continued to press on that point. As he continued to press on that spot, his moans became harder to hold and your legs trembled with every movement. Riddle was trying to keep your legs open with his other hand on the loose. You could feel yourself approaching climax when he pulled his fingers away. After whining a little, you realized that he was preparing herself. It was 5.5 or 6 inches. He placed his head carefully, but tucked the rest in. It was hard for you to hold back your moan. He pulled the hand that you had covered and locked it above your head with the other hand.

'I want to hear your moans.'

He turned you face down and lifted your ass in the air. He held your hips tightly, but not so hard to leave a mark. He bent over you and started sucking on your neck. His hips were in no particular order. He was moving with firm steps, though not fast. You could hear Riddle's grunts. He grabbed your hair, causing you to lift your head.

'Moan my name… groan my name!'

His voice sounded like he was needy. But what could you do? The king's orders are to be carried out. Riddle.. A-ahh Ri.ddle You moaned his name every time he hit you. Even though his stride was erratic, he managed to hit that spot well. He pulled your hair back, making you look at him. He pulled you back into a long kiss. Unlike your first kiss, this one was more successful. You felt yourself approaching the climax again. Ridd-le.. Riddle ı-ı gona be c..cum. It didn't take long for you to cum after you said that sentence. Riddle didn't stop, even though you've only just vacated. He was chasing after his own pleasure. The closer you got, the tighter your hips tightened. It would leave a mark. His growls increased, his pace increased compared to before, and his steps deepened. After the last few moves, it emptied into you. Breathless, he turned you on his back again after he had recovered himself. He leaned over your collarbone and placed kisses there. He started to play with your nipple with one hand. He looked at your face to see your expressions as he played with your nipple. Your eyes were wet and your cheeks were red. There was a thin line of saliva running down your chin. He leaned towards your ear.

'The others made me very angry. The number of people who break the rules is increasing every day. I'll take my stress off you tonight.'

He went into the back. This time his pace was more regular. He threw one leg over him shoulder and bit the hickey into their calf. One hand was still on your chest. Riddle..RID-DLE Only his name was coming out of his mouth. And this situation increased his libido even more.

'Don't worry, sweet rose. This night will be very long.'

Tell the truth, are my arts really that bad?

[twisted-broth]

Leaving Without Telling Them

Characters: Riddle, Cater, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Rollo

Genre: angst

[deadghosy]

Hi! I saw that you wanted 'Sly. Boys react to' ideas so I thought I'd give it a go.

How about, Slytherin boys react to a animagus!reader? Maybe they're a small common animal like a cat or maybe a fantastic/magical one like a Niffler or Thestral

-🎃

A/N: Hello 🎃 anon!! Thanks for this request💕

Slytherin boys react to an animagus!reader

Ft. The riddles, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, && Lorenzo Berkshire

Tom Riddle

When you turned into a cat in front of him…he immediately just looked up from his book with a raised brow like “wtf”

But his reaction is to just pick you up and sit you on his lap. Getting back to his book

He’s like a villain, petting you with you on his lap with an evil smile.

Oddly he will stuff you in his robe so he can go to class. Not worrying about you messing up his dorm.

You could be chilling in the room, reading a book in your human state. And out of nowhere…

“Transform into a cat. You’re coming with me.” Tom says busting into your wand with a glint of mischief in his eyes

Mattheo Riddle

Picks you up and puts you in his lap

He’s never letting you go unless you change back to Normal

But neither the less he is still holding you down and kissing your face

He’s never letting you 😭

Draco Malfoy

Kinda like Tom, he’s stuffing you in his damn robe 😭

“Sssh be quiet!” Is something he says so you won’t meow when he’s in class

Would have a bedazzled cat bed for you ☺️ soiling your human form and cat one.

He loves your both form equally

Blaise Zabini

Pets you a lot!

But he prefer you were back to human so he can physically kiss you.

As much as he loves your animal form, he loves your human form more! 🫶🏾

Theodore Nott

Meows at you 😭PLEASE HE THINKS YOU UNDERSTAND HIM BUT YOU CANT

Would lay on the ground with you and just play with you. Babying you with soft words in Italian

He feels like he loves your animal form more so he can just pet you more. He loves you! It’s just you’re so cute as a cat.

Probably buys a collar only for you to run.

Then he pulls a wand spell and makes you stay still…you scratched his hands so bad

Lorenzo Berkshire

Petting you with every chance!

As much he loves your human form, he loves your cat one because of how small, fuzzy, and adorable you. But it’s not like you arent adorable your own self.

Is cautious to let another student pet you. Specifically mattheo-

Buying a lot of cat stuff for you.

He made sure your cat bed, if you ever turn accidentally. Would be by him. 🫶🏾💕

Definitely “pspsps” at you 😭😭

He loves to give you nose boops. He finds it cute.

[temiizpalace]

☆┊DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND..

SUMMARY: little things he does that remind you you’re going to marry him someday.

CHARACTERS: all dorms (-ortho)

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none

reader gender is not mentioned, reader is not mentioned to be yuu

MAKING YOU MEALS

he makes sure you eat RIGHT. no more skipping meals throughout the day on his watch. every lunch he’ll make you a cute little bento box so you don’t have to wait in line. and when i say cute, i mean cute. it doesn’t matter what gender you are your rice balls will have cat ears. dinner? come over to his dorm and he’ll make something for you. don’t feel like it? he’s going to your place and cooking there. breakfast? he makes something quick yet delicious for you. he’s like your own private chef, and you can only imagine what it’d be like to see a ring on his finger someday.

trey, ruggie, azul, jamil, lilia (good luck), silver

CLEANING YOUR ROOM (and everything else)

it doesn’t matter if your room is messy, tidy, or anything in between, every month he’ll make sure it is SPOTLESS. is there dust on your shelves? nuh uh. are there random stains on your floor that you thought were impossible to get out? he’s rushing to your rescue and somehow got the stain out. did you not want to go through your homework? everything is suddenly organized in its respective subject, going from A-Z. you’ve never seen your room so tidy before, it was like an epiphany. please just marry him on the spot, he’s begging.

riddle, deuce, jade, jamil, vil, sebek

LEAVING LITTLE POST-IT NOTES ON YOUR BELONGINGS

without fail, you’ll find a cute little sticky-note on your almost all of your belongings. sure, it gets annoying once in awhile, but reading the sweet message on it changes your mind almost instantly. “you’re going to do great today! stay strong. :)” “don’t forget to drink water! love you 🫶” “can we go out soon? my treat. text me when u see this!” it’s almost frightening to see how much yellow papers you keep inside your desk every time you opening it, but can anyone really blame you? you’re going to keep these til the day you die, and that grand total might be at the very least over 100,000.

ace, deuce, cater, jack, floyd, kalim, epel, rook

RANDOM GIFTS

expect to see a neatly wrapped gift on your doorstep almost every week. seriously. it’s like a delivery service except the company is literally your boyfriend. “dear, did you get me this?” you ask as you enter the room. he looks up from his phone as he looks at the expensive name brand sweatshirt in your hands. “yeah.” he answered so nonchalantly!! like sir!!! this sweater was 1000000 thaumarks!! what!! while you do appreciate the gesture, you feel bad he’s spending so much money on you. he doesn’t care though!! he’ll spoil you rotten til your very last breath.

leona, azul, floyd, kalim, vil, idia, malleus

PREPPING YOU SNACKS

depending on who this is, he may not be some gordon ramsay level chef, but he’s definitely more than happy to cut you a some apple slices while you study. sometimes he’ll come into your room with a backpack full of your favorite snacks just left at the side of your desk so you can reach down and grab the one you want to eat that day. sometimes all you need is an energy boost and he’s more than happy to make some coffee or tea for you if you’re busy. he’ll press a kiss or two on your forehead before placing the plate of beautifully cut fruit down and continuing on with his day and going back to his thoughts. now, what will the theme of your wedding be?

ace, deuce, trey, jade, jack, jamil, epel, malleus

A/N: notice how jamil and deuce are in almost every category. (sorry this one was kinda rushed 😭😭)

date published: 7/30/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[musingsofahufflepuff]

Couch Co-op

sub!Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader; smut

summary: your boyfriend mattheo has been gaming all day but you can think of a couple ways to get him to take a break and pay attention to you

a/n: i’m not dead! not an official request, but nonetheless thank you @suugarbabe for (lovingly) pressuring me into writing this. cockwarming ahead, 18+ only below the cut.

Mattheo had been sitting on that couch for damn near 5 hours. The first couple hours, it was fine. You’d had some things to get done and it was nice to have a bit of alone time. But this was getting ridiculous.

So you lean against the doorway where he’s been playing video games, the TV the only light in the room. You open your mouth to say something, but before you can get a word out, he’s growling a string of profanities at the screen and telling off his friends over the headset.

You can’t help but roll your eyes at the—let’s call it what it is—temper tantrum. Stepping into the room, you expect to find him playing a shooter or something but no- it’s Stardew Valley. You shoot him a bewildered look.

He looks up as he notices you enter, pulling his headphones off one ear. “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?”

“What are you doing?” You look between him and the tv.

“Oh, just chatting with the guys,” he shrugs like he wasn’t just berating the game and you assume he’s referring to Enzo and Theo.

You give him an unimpressed look, “for the past 5 hours?” Eyes darting between him and the TV, you continue to question him, “and why are you yelling at Stardew Valley of all things?”

“Enzo.” He says it like that clears anything up.

More bewildered than before, you sit next to him on the couch, hand resting on his thigh.

His attention has returned to the screen in front of him, his character running around a farm on screen with presumably Enzo next to a ruined garden patch. Your hand slides higher up his thigh.

Mattheo keeps his eyes on his game until your fingertips eventually wander to the crotch of his grey sweatpants, ghosting over the fabric. Chewing lightly on your lower lip, you watch as the fabric tents under your touch. His attention is swiftly brought back to you. “Uh, babe-“

One look from you immediately shuts him up.

You palm him through his sweats as you move to kneel down between his legs. He inhales sharply at the sight of you on your knees, his pants tightening under your hand. He breathes out a couple soft curses as you pull at his pants, his hips automatically lifting to let you pull them down.

Mattheo’s cock springs up as soon as it’s released before it’s quickly enveloped by your hand. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle the groan that threatens to escape. Brown eyes are locked on your hand lightly stroking him before they’re snapping up to meet yours at the sound of your voice.

“Don’t mind me, play your game.”

All he can do is give a stiff nod as he blinks rapidly and tries to regain his breathing. His hands shake on the controller.

As he’s struggling to regain his composure, you press your tongue against the base of his cock and lap a line up to the tip. You take a moment to swirl your tongue around it before he’s struggling not to gasp at the stimulation.

Mattheo goes to turn off his mic, but before he can, you grab his wrist. “Keep it on. You can be a good boy and stay quiet for me, yeah?”

He gives you a weak nod, knowing you’ll stop if he refuses. In return, you give an approving kiss to his slit. His hips shake in an attempt to keep still.

Once his eyes are back on the TV your mouth closes around the head of his cock, sucking on it lightly. Giving him one last look, you take him fully in your mouth. You tease the underside of his dick with your tongue the way that always gets him squirming. And squirm he does. His hips shift under you as you notice his breathing pick up.

You pull your mouth off of him and mumble a soft, “good boy.” He struggles not to whimper at the praise.

Giving one last stroke to his now achingly hard dick, you stand up from the floor. His eyes trail over to you as you drop your shorts and you think that he’s going to cum then and there just from the sight of you.

Before he can question what you’re planning, you position yourself on his lap. You take his dick in your hand and guide it to your entrance.

Mattheo’s mouth drops open as you sink down on his cock, your hand coming up to cover it before he can moan into his mic. Brown puppy eyes look up at you as you muffle the soft, needy sound. He reaches up to mute himself.

“I thought you said you could be a good boy?”

His only response is a pathetic little whimper beneath your hand.

“Keep that pretty little mouth shut or I’m gonna have to stop. Wouldn’t want to interrupt you hanging out with the guys,” your tone is slightly mocking in a way that makes him whine quietly, still muffled. “C’mon baby, be good for me.”

You wait for his breathing to regain a more steady rhythm before you flick his mic back on, removing your hand from his mouth.

“Sorry about that, what’d I miss?” You can tell he’s fighting to not let his voice shake as he resumes talking to his friends.

His arms circle around you to hold the controller again and you lean a bit to the side so he can see the television. He jolts almost imperceptibly at the movement, cock twitching inside you.

Settling down against him, you press a light trail of kisses along his jaw to help calm his nerves. Or rile him up further, you don’t particularly care which.

It takes him several minutes to get back into the swing of his game and the moment he does, you shift on his cock. He nearly yelps as his hips jerk at the friction. Giving him an unimpressed look, your hand presses his hips back down against the couch. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his hip lightly as a warning to keep still.

He gives you a wounded puppy look, seemingly holding back a whimper.

You cup his cheek in your hand, lightly caressing his skin before trailing down to his lip. He had bitten down on his lower lip to hold back the whimper, so you gently pull it from between his teeth. Your thumb runs along his lip as he continues to look up at you.

Removing your thumb, you replace it with your lips to capture his mouth in a soft, but hungry kiss. While his mouth is occupied, you lift yourself up a bit before sliding back down. His hands fly up to your hips, gripping them desperately in an attempt to maintain some level of composure. His controller hits the carpet with a thunk.

As your lips move against each other, you slowly rock on his lap. Nails pathetically scrape against your skin. His breathing starts to quicken and before he can get too overwhelmed with need, you break the kiss and halt your movements.

Mattheo already looks like a desperate wreak when you pull back from the kiss. Stifling a laugh, you cup his cheek in your hand and lightly caress his skin. He melts against your touch like a puppy receiving pets. You gently push his head to face the screen and reach down to pick up his discarded controller.

You get comfortable on his lap, dick securely inside of you as you shift to watch him play. Your head drops to his shoulder as his character runs around with his friends.

After a bit of sitting there, listening to one side of his conversation with his friends, you start slowly rolling your hips. You press a series of feather-light kisses to the underside of his jaw, eventually reaching up and turning his mic off.

“You’re gonna sit there and be my pretty toy, okay? No cumming until I say you can, understand?” He nods quickly to your request as you continue, “now tell Enzo and Theo you’ll be back in a few.”

You flick his mic back on for him to tell his friends. Once he does, you pick up the pace with your movements. He sets down the controller to hold onto your hips again, quiet whimpers escaping. “C’mon sweetheart, let me hear your pretty little noises.”

Mattheo doesn’t need to be told twice, head tilting back and moans fall out of his mouth. He thrusts up into you, meeting your bouncing against him.

You grab one of his hands, putting it against you in a silent command for him to help you get off. Like the good boy he is, he eagerly starts working his skilled fingers against you.

“Fuck- such a good boy Matty, just like that baby.”

He moans at the encouragement, working more intently to bring you to the edge. Needy moans fill the room as heat pools in your core. His cock twitches inside you and you can tell he’s desperately trying to hold himself off.

You shift the angle of your riding and after a couple more thrusts you’re finishing on his cock.

He gives you pleading puppy eyes to get to finish as well. You take a moment to pant softly before simply telling him, “beg.”

He whines. “Please, I’ve been good. I did what you told me to, god- fuck, I can’t-“

“Oh you can’t? I think you can. I don’t think you were being very good hiding away in here all day,” you give him a condescending pout.

Mattheo’s eyes widen, “wait- no, please. Please let me.”

You start to pull off him, but the tears starting to well up in his eyes make you pause. That second of hesitation was apparently enough for Mattheo as he snaps his hips up and can’t hold himself back anymore. He finishes inside you with a moan of your name, entire body shaking.

You grip his jaw with your hand, “I don’t remember giving you permission, baby.”

He whimpers in your grip and before he can start mumbling apologies you cut him off, “don’t worry, you’ll make it up to me later.” You then pull off his dick and switch his mic back on.

As you’re pulling your shorts back on you look at him, “enjoy your game, I’m going to our bedroom.”

As you leave the room, you can hear him give his friends a hasty goodbye and fumble to pull his sweatpants up to follow you.

[hp-hcs]

i didn’t realize the riddle brothers were a "buy one get one free" type of deal, but alright — simp! overprotective! yandere! riddle brothers x gn! oblivious! bullied! slytherin! reader

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2.5k words, not to brag ����

i love writing the bros’ interactions with each other as like, actual sibling-core yk? they r just so cutie patootie

the reader's patronus makes an appearance in this, but i tried to make it as accessible to everyone as possible, so it's never explicitly stated what animal it is. it is implied that it’s able-to-fit-under-a-table sized though

also this is totally just pre-slash nothing that interesting happens

warnings: couple mentions of blood, mild descriptions of wounds, implied violence, implied bullying, murder

not edited!! this is my first like, really long fic so constructive criticism is welcome!

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A well-timed shove to the small of your back sent you tumbling down an entire flight of moving stairs. 

You groaned as you hit the bottom, sprawled out on your back on the cold stone floor. You laid there for a moment, winded. You could hear the occupants of a nearby painting titter at your gracefulness (or lack thereof), so you rolled your head to the other side to give them an award winning smile and an unabashed middle finger. 

You could hear them all grumble about kids these days and how I never would’ve treated my elders this way. You just rolled your eyes at their pettiness. 

“Uh…what are you doing?” A decidedly alive voice interrupted your momentary satisfaction.

“Ah- evening, Riddle!” You said cheerily as soon as you recognized the speaker, scrambling to your feet and dusting off your uniform. “Nothing! Just…tripped. Couldn’t see very well in the dark, that’s all.”

Tom blinked, his lips twisted into a frown. “.....Fine. But don’t let me catch you out of bed past curfew again. You’re a Slytherin, for Salazar’s sake. Act like it.”

And that was it. Tom turned on his heel and continued down the hall without another word. Tom Riddle: prefect, teacher’s pet, and obnoxious hardass extraordinaire—he just...let you go, with no threats of detention or loss of house points. 

Huh. 

~~~

Tom, having just returned from a full night’s shift of prefect hall duty, flopped face-down onto his bed, his cheeks aflame as he let out a muffled shriek into his pillow. 

His brother, in the process of getting dressed for the day, paused at the scene in front of him. 

“Dude, what’s your deal?” 

“L/n,” Tom said by way of explanation, kicking his feet as he shrieked into his pillow again. “They acknowledged me. And they know my last name.”

“Most people know our last name, Tom,” Mattheo rolled his eyes.

“No- you don’t understand,” Tom said emphatically. “L/n is like…the cutest person to ever exist. And they’re so sweet, and smart, and funny, and-”

“And terrified of us?”

“Well…”

Mattheo rolled his eyes, putting his hands on his hips. “You talk about them too much. It’s getting insufferable.”

Tom just scowled and flicked his fingers to cast a wandless spell that straightened Mattheo’s tie and neatened his uniform. “The way you dress is insufferable. Slob.”

Mattheo stuck out his tongue at his brother before ruffling Tom’s hair to purposely mess it up. “Dick.”

“Idiot.”

~~~

Mattheo glanced up at you as you hovered uncertainly by the corner of his desk. 

“Can I sit here…?” You mumbled shyly, your cheeks flushing as the pretty dark-haired boy in your year smiled up at you.

“Course!” He grinned brightly before realizing that might have been too enthusiastic of a reply for eight in the morning and quickly tried to cover up his slip. “Uh…Y/n, right? I’m Mattheo.”

“Yeah, I know who you are.”

Mattheo’s stomach dropped.

Fuck, that’s not good.

“You let me copy your homework in third year for that essay on the properties of wormwood, or whatever.” You said offhandedly, like it wasn’t batshit insane to remember that pointlessly tiny detail. “Thank you for that, by the way. Potions sucks ass.”

Before Mattheo could even think, the words left his mouth. “I could tutor you if you want.”

You looked at him oddly, but grinned after a second. “Yeah, sure. That’d actually be really helpful. Snape hates me, man.”

“Really? Even though you’re in Slytherin?”

“Mhm, his baseless nepotism only extends so far.”

Mattheo barked out a startled laugh as your deadpan humor caught him off guard. You just grinned at him in response, causing the tips of his ears to immediately burn bright red.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, ducking his head in embarrassment. “Um…do you wanna meet in the library after school today? For our tutoring session,” Mattheo hurriedly added. 

“Sure, alright.” You shrugged. “See you there.”

He beamed, giving you that stupidly adorable grin once more. “Awesome! Yeah- yeah, cool. Awesome. See you there then.”

~~~

You were still shit at potions.

It had been six weeks of tutoring, and you’d learned pretty much nothing. Although, that wasn’t an issue on Mattheo’s part, but rather on his annoyingly hot older brother’s. 

Tom Riddle was surprisingly funny. For someone who gave off almost exclusively stoically austere bastard vibes, he enjoyed cracking jokes and enlisting your help in pulling pranks on his brother a bit too much.

It became your routine. Every Tuesday and Thursday after school, you would meet the two brothers in the library, waste like three hours joking around and getting absolutely no work done, and then going back to your dorm and ranting to your roommate about how fucking cute they are and how you would gladly pay for the opportunity to make out with one- no, both of them. 

(Your roommate is so fucking tired of hearing about the Riddles. You’d better buy them a latte and a cake-pop as an apology.)

~~~

You struggled to get up, your legs giving out. You cursed under your breath, putting a hand to your forehead as it throbbed in pain. 

It came away sticky with blood. 

This wasn’t going to work, you realized belatedly. With what remained of your strength, you were able to reach out and grab your wand, murmuring a quiet, “Expecto Patronum.”

A spectral creature formed in front of your eyes, remaining motionless as it stared at you. 

“Go find Riddle,” you mumbled to the Patronus, your eyelids growing heavy. 

You barely registered the wispy glowing animal immediately bounding off at your instructions, your vision doubling before your body went completely slack, the wand slipping from your fingers and hitting the tile floor with a clatter. 

~~~

Mattheo doodled mindlessly in the margins of his parchment as his brother droned on and on about the properties of willow bark in potions and really, this is important, Mattheo. Pay attention.

“Why isn’t Y/n here yet?” Mattheo asked his brother for the third time. 

Tom rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, Matt. Just like how I didn't know when you asked me five minutes ago. Maybe they just don’t want to see your stupid face any more, huh?”

“What if they’re in trouble? Or hurt?” Mattheo worried, chewing on his thumbnail and ignoring his brother’s insult. “They’re never late, Tommy.”

Tom wrinkled his nose at the use of the dumb (albeit endearing) nickname Mattheo gave him when they were children, but the sinking feeling in his gut at hearing his brother’s distressed tone didn’t help to ease the niggling worries at the back of his mind of maybe they are in trouble.

As if on cue, Mattheo shivered as something icy cold brushed against his ankles. He glanced down. A glowing spectral creature nudged his leg, looking up at him expectantly with unnervingly empty eyes. 

A Patronus. 

Y/n’s Patronus.

~~~

They followed the Patronus down the deserted hall, the animal occasionally pausing to make sure the boys were both still following it before bounding forward again.

The Patronus stopped in front of a bathroom door, giving them both that same unnervingly hollow-eyed stare of expectancy.

Tom gulped and pushed open the door, fearing that he might find the worst.

He did.

~~~

Your eyes cracked open slowly, and you winced at the multitude of stinging and stabbing pains that wracked your body.

You had to blink a couple times for everything to come into focus. You were in a small room with white walls and white flooring, and the gentle dawn illuminated the quiet space with soft rays of light. The steady beep of a vitals monitor faded into the background as you stared down at yourself.

You weren’t wearing a shirt, for one, or even a hospital gown. Pretty much your entire upper torso was wrapped in bloodstained gauze. The jagged edges of a brutal slash across your chest peeked out of the top of the dressings, and you had to close your eyes and hold your breath for a moment to keep from throwing up. Once you’d calmed back down, you opened your eyes, startled to see that you weren’t alone.

Mattheo had pulled up a chair to the side of your hospital bed and crossed his arms on the mattress, using them as a makeshift pillow. His dark lashes fanned across his cheeks, his breaths slow and even. He looked so peaceful and...unguarded in his sleep. You reached down to brush a loose curl away from his forehead.

“Having fun?”

You startled, jerking your hand back. 

Tom leaned against the doorframe of your room with an amused expression, quirking an eyebrow and wiggling his fingers in a wave.

“Shut up,” you hissed back in a whisper, your cheeks flaring red. 

Tom’s amused grin only grew at your dark blush as he invited himself into your room fully, closing the door behind him.

 “Your secret’s safe with me.” He jokingly winked, tapping the side of his nose.

“You’re insufferable.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“What am I doing here?” You quickly changed topics, refusing to even look down in Mattheo’s direction. 

Tom sighed, any amusement on his face rapidly vanishing. “You sent us a Patronus, thank Merlin. Pomfrey said you would’ve bled out if you hadn’t.”

You had no memory of casting the Patronus charm at all, but you trusted Tom’s recollection of events better than your own jumbled and spotty one. “Bled out?” You questioned, your heart hammering in your throat as your voice climbed an octave in anxiety.

Tom nodded, his face carefully schooled into a blank and neutral expression. “You were hit with the Sectumsempra spell. You've been out for three days now.”

Your brow furrowed. “Malfoy got hit with that last year though—and was in and out of the infirmary in less than a day.”

“Snape knew the counterspell and found ‘im just in time last year,” Mattheo mumbled sleepily, his eyes still closed as he tuned into the conversation at hand. “But whoever hit you with it just left you there to die.”

“Charming.” You mutter under your breath.

“Regardless of what happened in Malfoy’s instance,” Tom interrupted briskly. “You were on the brink of literal death. So I’ll ask you this one time and one time only. Who did it, Y/n?”

~~~

“I brought you a cookie from the Great Hall,” Mattheo grinned widely, climbing into your hospital bed next to you and unwrapping the napkin in his hand. “And the notes from today’s Charms lesson, but those’re boring and we both know you won’t actually read ‘em.”

“Aww, you know me so well.” You teased, breaking the cookie in half and handing him one of the pieces.

Mattheo cupped the cookie fragment in his hands like it was a priceless treasure, staring down at it in unrestrained awe. 

You just shook your head at his antics and brushed the odd reaction off.

~~~

You woke up this morning and just felt like shit. You were nauseous, and dizzy, and felt borderline faint. Tom’s voice, usually soothing and comforting to hear, sounded like nails on a chalkboard right now. He rambled on and on about the delicate process of making the temperamental Felix Felicis potion. 

“Tom,” you interrupted, your voice scratchy and quiet. “Can we take a break? Please?”

He blinked, surprised at being interrupted, but nodded slowly. “I suppose…? Why?”

“Don’t feel good,” you mumbled, setting your textbook down and rubbing your eyes. 

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” Madame Pomfrey said brusquely as she bustled around your hospital room, shooing Tom out of the way to stand by your bedside. 

(Poppy Pomfrey remains the only person who can and has shooed Tom Riddle III and lived to tell the tale—and all without a single ounce of fear.)

“I’ve raised your dosage so that you can be out of here in time for your N.E.W.T.s.” Pomfrey elaborated upon seeing your confused look.

“Fantastic.” You mumbled dryly, grinning sleepily up at Tom as he grabbed onto your hand and interlaced your fingers together. He ignored the way his heart skipped a beat in favor of letting you hold his sweaty palm.

“Go to sleep, L/n,” Tom muttered under his breath. “Potions can wait.”

~~~

Tom lay in your hospital bed beside you, running his thumb over your knuckles. “Please? We promise we won’t do anything.”

“Yeah,” Mattheo chimed in from the other side of your crowded bed, one arm tossed over your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Or at least, nothing we’ll get caught for.”

You sigh, tired of their ceaseless pleading. “Alright, alright, fine. I’ll tell you who it was.”

Both boys leaned in close.

You sigh again and roll your eyes at their overprotectiveness. “Alright, it was-”

~~~

Tucker Thompson and Devin Dobbs: Gryffindor Sixth Years Found MURDERED at Hogwarts! Dumbledore: “No comment at this time.”

You tilted the newspaper so Madame Pomfrey could read the article over your shoulder as she replaced your IV bag. 

Pomfrey just sighed and rolled her eyes. “I don’t understand how Skeeter is still employed at the Prophet.”

“Cause shock value will always hold weight in the media?” You answered dryly around a mouthful of depressingly plain infirmary wing toast. “And Skeeter’s good at nothing if not coming up with bullshit shock value titles.”

“That may be true,” she began, snatching the paper from your hands. “But patients shouldn’t be reading about such dark subjects, and certainly not while under my care. And don’t talk while eating. I rather like your company, and would hate to see you choke.”

You rolled your eyes at her suffocatingly motherly behavior. “So are they? Thompson and Dobbs; they’re really dead?”

Madame Pomfrey hesitated.

You let out a relieved breath of air that you tried (and failed) to hide behind a cough. “That’s…terrible.”

She narrowed her eyes and studied you for a long moment, her fingers mindlessly worrying the deckle edge of the newspaper in her hands. “It was them, wasn’t it? Your boys.”

“My boys?”

“Yes, yes, Riddles one and two. Your boys.”

“Oh- we’re not…”

She raised an eyebrow, pursing her lips as she tried to hold back a laugh at the utter obliviousness of teenagers. “Do they know that, dear?”

You spluttered out a half-assed rebuke to her statement, but Pomfrey quickly interrupted you.

“They’ve been staying here for hours every day for the last month. They want more than just your friendship, hon.”

“No way. We’re just friends.” You insisted firmly. “That’s all.”

Madame Pomfrey rolled her eyes. “Uh huh. Friends. Keep telling yourself that.”

You stared after her, open-mouthed in bafflement, as she rolled up the Prophet, tucked it under her arm, and turned around without another word—leaving you with zero reading material and a million questions.

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you have to love how pomfrey could not give less of a fuck that the riddles murdered two students as long as she gets her ot3 absolutely iconic behavior

[azrakaban]

A Little Longer - Mattheo Riddle X GN!Reader

A/N: OH MY GOODNESS ME. Sorry I've taken such a long break from writing, if I told you all the things that have happened in the past two months you honestly wouldn't believe me LMAO

Warnings: cursing, yelling, soft Mattheo I think? lmk if i missed anything xxx 

Note! I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, if I've messed up anywhere, please feel free to correct me! But please do it nicely guys <3

The wind nipped at your face, chilly and biting as you wrapped your scarf tighter around your face. You forced your eyes to look into the swirling sky, where your poor boyfriend, Mattheo, sat frozen to his broom. 

Watching house Quidditch games was the highlight of every month for Hogwarts, but it made it supremely less enjoyable when the weather was unpleasant. And, as a particularly dark cloud decided to let fall a rainstorm, it became decidedly worse.

You craned your neck back to watch him above you, barely hearing whispers of what he was saying as he yelled instructions to his team members. 

Mattheo had been pushing the team hard all season - it being his first year as captain, he did not want to disappoint. You rememered the long suffering look Enzo gave you in the common room when Mattheo was dragging your friends out to train at 7am. 

As you watched, Astoria flew over your head, flanked by two Gryffindor chasers, who managed to throw her off, causing her to drop the Quaffle. She swore, sighing as they sped up towards the Slytherin goalpost before giving chase, but not quick enough to reclaim the Quaffle before another goal was put through the post, making the score 20 - 230 

You noticed Mattheo's expression darken further, and sighed. He would likely be in a bad mood later. 

Your eye was then caught by a sudden burst of movement on the other side of the pitch, where Potter and Draco were neck and neck in a dive for the Snitch. 

Draco raised his hand, victorious with the snitch clutched in his hand, yet the Gryffindor end exploded in cheers. With the score now at 170 - 230, Gryffindor had still won by a large margin. 

The Slytherins around you were all sighing and shaking their heads as they all made their  way out of the stadium. You had agreed to meet Mattheo at the Slytherin locker room, so you made your way there.

 As you approached the door though, you heard yelling. Pushing it slightly ajar, Blaise caught your eye and mimed cutting his head off quickly, clealy telling you to leave. You nodded, leaving swiftly and heading back to your empty dorm. 

About 45 minutes later, Mattheo turned up in your dorm, hair slightly damp from the shower, and, spotting you, promptly came over and lay his head in your lap. 

"Heya bubs." You smiled slightly, looking down at him. "Hey." He mumbled dejectedly.

"We lost." He groaned, messing up his curls. You lifted a hand and started gently playing with them. "Yeah, this time. But there are still going to be other games, you don't lose everything from this game, okay?" You replied soothingly. 

"But it was our first game, my first game as captain, and I blew it. I pushed them too hard, and I blew it." He sighed. "I wanted to win this for them, to prove that I could do this, be responsible, make it work. And it just..." He lifted a hand and let it drop onto your sheets. "I failed them, and it's not even their fault. I yelled at Draco for catching the snitch, even though that was the best thing to do..." 

"You didn't fail your team." You interrupted him. "Sure, you lost a game, Mattheo, but all captains lose games! It's part of playing, you make mistakes, and you learn from them. PLus, you guys were playing into the wind, the Gryffindors had the weather behind them. Now, if you wanna say that the weather is your fault, you're gonna start sounding a little self centered..." You giggled slightly, and an amused huff escaped Mattheo. 

"Yeah yeah, okay, I get it." The pressure lifted off your thighs as Mattheo moved to sit back against your pillows, opening his arms for you. "C'mere sweetheart, wanna hold you, please." He asked, giving you puppy eyes. 

You immediately caved and moved forward towards him, letting him cuddle you like a teddy bear. 

"Thank you."  He sighed after a few moments of holding you, drawing patterns on your back with a fingertip. "What for, silly?" You looked at him, confused. He chuckled slightly. 

"Grounding me, not thinking I'm a dick, just being an all round awesome person to date?" He shrugged. "For letting me rant about this shit." He squeezed you slightly. 

"No worries, idiot." You smiled, kissing his cheek. He gasped in mock horror. 

"Idiot? That's what you call your suffering boyfriend? WOW, okay, WOW, I see how it is." Mattheo mock glared at you, gently shoving you away. 

"Aw come on, don't be like that." You laughed slightly as he pulled you back into his arms. 

"I should go apologise for being a Class A dick to the team shouldn't I?" He sighed, looking at you. 

"Yeah, probably." You nodded, squeezing his hand. Hd pulled you a little closer. 

"Not yet though. Wanna keep holding you just a little longer..." He muttered, pulling you back into the nest of pillows with him.

A/N: Writing was shit, may delete later <3 Sorry for this miserable attempt at feeding u hungry people, love you all!

[hellsslibrary]

SMAU idea!!! Characters when they want to fuck and write about it to the reader, begging, hinting, speaking directly and all that. I just want a male reader in smau arrrrrghhhh 😭😭😭

They ask you to have intimate time with them.

#a.n. : They specified in the next request that they wanted twisted, so let's fucking go. I forgot to post this yesterday because of the damn court, sorry. 🌻

MASTERLIST is here.

Version: Housewardens (you're here) — First Years — Second years — Third Years.

!!Warnings: top!dom!male! reader, sex of the characters is not specified (so you can imagine any genitals for them), explicit content, but nothing too much, heat cycle (Leona's part), pet names, Azul is crying (IDK warning it or not), mention of skirt (Kalim's part), mention of hentai (Idia's part), mention of thigh choke (Malleus' part), you send nudes to Vil in response.

Riddle Rosehearts

Leona Kingscholar

Azul Ashengrotto

Kalim Al-Asim

Vil Schoenheit

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

[theodorenmyth]

IMAGINES of the Slytherin boys walking in on you wearing a skirt.

Heads-up); slight nsfw, m!reader in a skirt, kissing, possession, possessive, teasing, sassy!reader, bold!reader

For my femboys out there 🫰🫰

Theodore Nott ;

The door creaks open, and you freeze mid-spin, the soft fabric of the skirt swaying around your knees. Theodore's tall figure fills the doorway, his blue-gray eyes widening slightly in surprise. He blinks, once, twice, before a slow smirk pulls at his lips.

"I didn't know you had this side to you," he murmurs, stepping further into the room. His gaze travels appreciatively over your form, the smirk growing when he sees the blush creeping up your neck.

You clear your throat, trying to gather some semblance of composure. "It’s, um… just something I was trying out."

Theodore steps closer, his fingers trailing along the hem of the skirt. "You should try it out more often," he says, his voice low and teasing. His hand moves to rest on your hip, and you feel his breath warm against your ear. "You look… irresistible."

You swallow, your heart pounding in your chest. "Maybe I will," you reply, your voice coming out more confident than you expected. "Maybe next time, I'll wear something even shorter."

Theodore's eyes darken at your words, and he tilts your chin up, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss against your lips. "You better keep that promise," he whispers against your mouth, his hands tightening on your waist, making it clear that he's already planning on holding you to it.

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Mattheo Riddle ;

You hear the door click open and spin around, only to see Mattheo standing there, eyebrows raised in shock. The cigarette that was dangling from his lips nearly falls out, and his eyes rake over your figure, taking in the sight of you in the skirt.

"Well, fuck me," Mattheo finally says, a grin spreading across his face. "Is that my shirt with that skirt?"

You glance down at the oversized shirt, nodding slowly. "I thought it looked better than what I had," you say, trying to ignore the heat flooding your cheeks.

Mattheo closes the distance between you in a few quick strides, his hands immediately going to your waist. "You know, I didn’t think it was possible for you to get hotter, but here we are."

You meet his gaze, your confidence growing under his hungry stare. "You like it, huh?" you tease, tugging him closer by the front of his shirt. "Because I could wear it more often, just for you."

Mattheo groans, his grip on you tightening as he pulls you flush against him. "You better," he growls, before crashing his lips against yours, kissing you with a fervor that leaves you breathless. The kiss is rough and demanding, and when he finally pulls back, you can see the fire in his eyes. "Next time, maybe I'll take the skirt off you myself."

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Lorenzo Berkshire ;

The door swings open, and you nearly jump out of your skin, turning to see Lorenzo standing there, his mouth slightly agape. His usually calm demeanor falters as he takes in the sight of you in the skirt, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and admiration.

"Wow," he breathes out, stepping into the room, his gaze fixed on you. "You look… absolutely stunning."

You shift slightly, the skirt brushing against your legs, and offer him a shy smile. "I wasn’t expecting anyone to see me like this," you admit, but there's a hint of teasing in your voice as you add, "But I’m glad you did."

Lorenzo's eyes soften, and he moves closer, his hands gently cupping your face. "I’m more than glad," he murmurs, his voice low and sincere. "You’re beautiful, you know that?"

You blush at his words but feel a surge of boldness, leaning in to brush your lips against his. "Maybe I’ll wear it more often," you whisper against his lips, "if you’re this nice to me when I do."

Lorenzo smiles against your mouth, his hands slipping down to rest on your hips. "If you do, I might have to keep you all to myself," he replies, his tone laced with playful possessiveness. The way his fingers tighten on your waist tells you he’s very serious about that.

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Draco Malfoy ;

The door swings open, and you whip around to find Draco standing there, his pale eyes widening in surprise. He pauses in the doorway, his gaze traveling slowly over your figure. The shock quickly gives way to a wicked grin.

"What’s this?" Draco asks, his voice filled with amusement and intrigue. "Were you planning on keeping this little secret from me?"

You swallow, trying to suppress the nervousness rising in your chest. "It’s just something I was trying out," you say, attempting to sound nonchalant. But you can’t ignore the way his eyes darken as he steps closer, the smirk never leaving his face.

Draco's fingers brush against the fabric of the skirt, his touch light and teasing. "You should have told me sooner," he murmurs, his gaze flicking up to meet yours. "I would have loved to see this side of you earlier."

You feel a surge of boldness, stepping closer so that your body presses against his. "Well, you're seeing it now," you reply, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you like it?"

Draco’s smirk widens, his hands slipping around your waist as he pulls you closer. "Oh, I more than like it," he murmurs, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear. "In fact, I think you should wear this for me more often."

You shiver at his words, and he captures your lips in a deep, possessive kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more. When he pulls back, his eyes are filled with a hunger that promises he’s far from done with you.

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Tom Riddle ;

The door creaks open, and your head snaps up to see Tom standing in the doorway, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as they take in your appearance. For a moment, he says nothing, simply watching you with an intensity that makes your heart race.

"Well, isn’t this unexpected," Tom finally says, his voice smooth and controlled, though there’s an unmistakable edge to it. He steps into the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.

You swallow, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. "I didn’t think anyone would see me like this," you admit, though you keep your tone calm and steady. "But I’m not exactly sorry you did."

Tom’s lips curl into a small, approving smile as he approaches you. "I have to say, I didn’t expect this from you," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours. "But I’m not displeased."

You feel a spark of boldness, meeting his gaze head-on. "I could wear it again," you suggest, your voice taking on a teasing tone. "If you want."

Tom’s smile widens slightly, and he reaches out to gently tilt your chin up. "Perhaps," he says, his voice a low purr. "But I think I’d rather see how you look without it first."

Your breath hitches at his words, and before you can respond, he leans in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s both commanding and demanding. It’s clear that Tom has no intention of letting you leave this room until he’s thoroughly explored this new side of you.

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Blaise Zabini ;

You hear the door open behind you and turn around, only to see Blaise standing there, his usual cool expression replaced with one of surprise. His dark eyes widen slightly as they take in the sight of you in the skirt, and for a moment, he just stares, speechless.

"Well, well," Blaise finally says, his voice low and smooth. "This is… unexpected."

You shift slightly, feeling the fabric of the skirt brush against your legs, and offer him a small, confident smile. "Is it a good kind of unexpected?"

Blaise’s lips curl into a slow, lazy grin as he steps into the room, closing the door behind him. "Very good," he replies, his voice filled with appreciation. He moves closer, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he studies you with a heated gaze. "You look absolutely stunning."

You feel a surge of boldness under his intense stare, your smile widening. "I’m glad you think so," you say, leaning in to brush your lips against his. "Because I was thinking of making this a regular thing."

Blaise’s grip on your hips tightens slightly as he pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. "If you do," he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down your spine, "I might have to keep you all to myself."

You smile against his lips as he kisses you, his hands exploring your body with a possessive touch that leaves no doubt about how much he approves of your new look.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Dorm Heads - With Zhongli Male Reader

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I'm sorry this took so long to post, Mystery anon! I've been super busy with personal stuff so I haven't had a lot of free time to work on this. I got pretty burned out at Idia's part and I couldn't be bothered to touch it up honestly; so, sorry about that. I hope this is what you wanted. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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🌹 This hot headed boy was pretty surprised to find that the supposed magicless student from the orientation ceremony was not in fact magicless; seeing as you brought down a literal meteor and crushed the poor unsuspecting, feline resembling, monster. A meteor which appeared out of thin air and left no traces of damage behind after its impact. To say poor Riddle was confused and also fairly alarmed was an understatement. 

🌹 Your mannerisms were very strange to him. You're very well spoken and composed; yet you're seemingly wise beyond your years. Why are you speaking as if you're in your 80s? Riddle won't lie though; for an old man you're quite good looking. If he didn't have a reputation to uphold and examples to set, he could stare at you all day long.

🌹 A dragon? Well… that explains a lot. No wonder the Dark Mirror couldn't detect magic in you; or at least, that's what he reasons with himself. Please; he needs an explanation, he's so confused. Upon seeing your dragon form though… Riddle is once again confused. Are dragons supposed to be that long? Not that he's complaining though; the way you make a massive bed out of yourself is hard to contest.

🌹 T‐Treasure? Him? That's— Now look here; no amount of buttering him up will make you exempt from the rules, You— you scoundrel! Riddle is not easily tricked! Even if he is a tad bit more lenient with you, no he's not. You have no proof.

🌹 You have a son now too!? Just what else aren't you telling him!? Riddle doesn't mind Xiao at all actually. He thinks that they're both similar in how dedicated they are to their work. The adeptus seems to only tolerate him though; which, while disheartening, he completely understands.

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"How odd, the Dark Mirror perceived you as magicless, yet you summoned stone and earth just now. Just who are you..?"

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🦁 Right off the bat Leona could smell it and immediately he knew; that ain't a damn human. However, he couldn't seem to pinpoint just what you were exactly. You smelled similar to his one sided rival, Malleus, but it was different somehow. In the end, he just chalked it up to you being a fae of some kind. He did find it bizarre that the Dark Mirror claimed you to be magicless and directly after that you used magic. Whatever, he just wants a nap.

🦁 Why the hell are you talking like that? You sound like Diasomnia's Vice Dorm Head. Seriously, who in the world says ‘quite’ anymore. But, Leona doesn't mind you going off on one of your long winded story times about your past. Your deep voice is very smooth and soothing to his ears and has lulled him to sleep successfully every time.

🦁 HA! He knew it; his nose is never wrong after all. Well… maybe Leona was off by a little; but you're certainly not a human. A dragon though? No wonder you smelled similar to his nemesis; except your scent is more earthy than the dragon fae's. Your dragon form makes a very comfortable body pillow to cling onto. Yes, he is indeed speaking from experience. What was said experience, you ask? You were taking a nap in your dorm room while in your dragon form and woke up with a wild lion beastman clinging onto you.

🦁 Treasure, huh? Okay, be prepared for him to call you nicknames of his own. Noodle is one that Leona uses the most; a way to endearingly tease you about the foreign look of your dragon form. Another one he likes to use is old man/gramps; a tease on the strange way you speak.

🦁 Oh dear Seven; please not another Cheka, he doesn't think he can deal with another gremlin in this lifetime. Thankfully for Leona though, the avian adeptus is far older than his hyperactive nephew and awfully cold too. The lion beastman is pretty sure that Xiao doesn't like him, but you've continually assured him that your son actually really enjoys his presence.

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"Damn, you sure talk a lot, Gramps. Hah? I didn't tell ya to stop or anything, keep talkin' I'm almost asleep."

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🐙 His immediate impression of you was actually very positive! You seemed incredibly knowledgeable and well spoken. But what really caught Azul's attention was your apparently unrecognizable magic. The Dark Mirror proclaimed you magicless and yet shortly after the proclamation you displayed an exceptional control over stone and earth when you suddenly summoned a large stone pillar to attack your rampaging familiar. Color him intrigued.

🐙 My, what a strange way of speaking you have; are you perhaps anything like Diasomnia's Vice Dorm Head where you're far older than you appear? Azul actually doesn't find your mannerisms all that strange to be honest, he thinks it just gives a certain charm to you.

🐙 Oh, so you're a dragon are you? Would you perhaps be interested in signing a contract with him? It's for your benefit, he swears. No? Damn. Your dragon form reminds him a bit of various aquatic animals that populate the Coral Sea. Don't mind him calling you any names of fish you've never heard of, okay. Sometimes, if he's tired enough, Azul will allow you to cuddle with him in your dragon form. It's quite comfortable, so he doesn't mind too much.

🐙 Azul doesn't mind giving nicknames to people, but he's not too used to receiving from anyone other than Floyd and sometimes Jade. So when you refer to him as your treasure, he's caught off guard and pretty flustered. He'll never not be red in the face when you call him by that pet name, but he has a few of his own for you. Oarfish is one that he uses often, mostly in a teasing sense. Another is Ropefish, this one is used sparingly, he never told you why though.

🐙 Xiao… does not like him. The adeptus made it very clear upon their first meeting when he held the blade of his polearm to the poor cecaelia's throat and fixed him with the sharpest glare Azul had ever seen. It would seem that you told him about the whole contract debacle that went down before his overblot and your son wasn't going to forgive him any time soon.

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"Are you perhaps interested in making a contract with me? My services are quite high quality and will certainly benefit you in the future. Eh? S‐shady? Me?"

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🪲 Kalim thought that you were really cool when he first saw you at the entrance ceremony! Not only did you help him put the fire on his butt out, you also summoned a huge meteor out of nowhere! “‘I will have order!’” You sounded so cool! Ah… but wait– didn't the Dark Mirror say that you were magicless? Oh whatever, it doesn't matter anyway.

🪲 Why do you talk like you're old? You look way too young to talk like that; maybe around Professor Crewel's age but that in itself is a stretch. Expect a lot of questions from Kalim; like a lot. How old are you really? Are you a fae? Were you raised by your grandparents? What do you mean you don't know what omg means? How did you get your hair so shiny? Why do you wear clothes like that? Where are you from? Do you have a job? What do you do for work? Why are you looking at him like that? Huh… who's Hu Tao?

🪲 A Dragon!? That's so cool! Our precious boy was completely blindsided by the revelation that you were, in fact, not a human. When you reveal your dragon form to him Kalim is ecstatic, attempting to wrap his arms around your now massive form. Most times you'll be lounging on his massive bed while in your dragon form as he lays in the middle of your coiled body; running his fingers through the fur on your neck and pressing kisses to your snout.

🪲 While he certainly doesn't mind receiving nicknames and pet names, actually he loves it, it makes him happy, but Kalim isn't one to give nicknames himself, he prefers to use their birth names because it feels more intimate. However, he's not against it when you call him your treasure, he's very happy, it makes him feel all warm and bubbly inside. He might call you Cobra from time to time but it definitely won't be too often.

🪲 You have a kid? Can he meet them!? Please, please, please! Yes? Yay! Your poor emo son was immediately glomped by the eldest prince of the scorching sands as soon as he entered the room. Kalim was so excited that he didn't even let the adeptus speak before he vomited questions at him. Xiao actually didn't mind him at all, the golden retriever-like boy reminded him of a certain oni he once met in the Casm in Liyue.

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"Why do you talk like you're old but look so young? Are you a fae like Lilia? What kind? Can I see your wings? Am I allowed to ask that? Wait! Was that rude!? I'm sorry!"

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👑 Vil actually had a very positive but slightly strained impression of you. You were very well put together; a foreign beauty from another land if you will. Well dressed, well spoken and dashingly handsome; it would be a lie to say that he felt a bit threatened by your arrival to the NRC. Not only were you undeniably attractive though, you possessed an unknown magic that the Dark Mirror couldn't even identify. You were marvelous but mysterious, beautiful yet dangerous. He couldn't help but find himself lost in those glowing amber eyes as you summoned a translucent shield around yourself.

👑 Goodness you're like that Lilia fellow from Diasomnia, only taller, far more charming and much less with the times. Truly, your lack of knowledge about modern technology and tendency to forget your wallet is astonishing. You're like an old man trapped in a young man's body. Don't worry though, Vil will do his best to lay it all out clearly for you.

👑 I'm sorry, you're a what? Could you repeat that darling, Vil doesn't quite think he heard you right. Oh, a dragon, well… okay. He's never seen a real dragon before but something about that form of yours seems a bit… off should he say? You actually resemble more of a snake in his opinion. He won't cuddle with you in your dragon form, unfortunately. His clothes are far too expensive to be covered in dragon fur; but he will give you a few pets from a good distance away. Take what you can get, man.

👑 I need you to know that Vil is the fairest of them all, he's heard it all by now. Well… he thought he did. It wasn't really the pet name but the sincerity in that loving tone you used when you called him your treasure. Oh, how it made him swoon! You rascal, flattery will get you everywhere with him.

👑 Xiao… is afraid of him. One time, you left the two of them alone for ten minutes and came back to a trashed room, a grinning Vil and a beautified yaksha that was trembling in embarrassment and rage. Your poor emo son was holding himself high up and far away from the beautiful man by hanging onto his winged jade spear that was stabbed into the wall. The Pomfiore prefect was right though, green really is Xiao's color.

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"Are you sure you're a dragon? I've never heard of dragon being quite so... oddly shaped. No– I'm not saying you look bad, you're very majestic and dare I say intimidating, I simply haven't ever seen a dragon like you before."

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💀 He recognized you from somewhere; he was sure of it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. From his tablet, Idia watched as the Dark Mirror addressed you as magicless; though, shortly after, you summoned a pillar of dark brown and amber colored stone to subdue your fire spewing familiar. You were so familiar, yet he couldn't think of where from, it was like some divine intervention was preventing it. Weird….

💀 You… How are you so clueless about technology? Just where the hell are you from that you don't know what a phone is? Your young appearance betrays your age too… You're like an irl anime character! Idia is absolutely raving! Hold on; let him write down a couple catchphrases and design you a costume! Don't worry, he'll teach you all he knows about modern tech as long as you go to this upcoming cosplay convention with him. You can be his main shielding healer from ‘Outworld Collision’!

💀 A dragon? Okay… so? Diasomnia's Dorm Head is kind of a dragon, so what's there to be surprised about? Your dragon form is a bit strange looking, but it's not like he'd actually tell you that; then again he's seen a lot of weird fantasy shit in the media he consumes on the daily, so he has no real reason to comment. Idia enjoy sitting in the middle of your coiled up serpentine body as he plays his games and reads his light novels; enthusiastically explaining the plot as he goes.

💀 T‐teasure? Your treasure? This poor man just about died when you called him that pet name for the first time. You thought he was so valuable that you compared him to treasure? Hold on, give Idia a second so he can compose himself, he's absolutely blue screening right now. 

💀 Your son actually still has yet to meet Idia; he always psyches himself up to meet the yaksha but then chickens out at the last minute. He's just worried that if Xiao doesn't like him then you'll change your mind about being with him. It's not that he thinks the adeptus would purposely try and break the two of you up, he's just super paranoid.

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"T‐treasure? Me? Ah... t‐thank you... I t‐treasure you as well; you mean a lot to me. Um, g‐give me a second, I'll give you a nickname too.."

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🐲 Malleus, of course, hadn't attended the orientation ceremony due to not receiving an invitation, however Lilia had told him all about you when he returned to Diasomnia. He was very intrigued to hear about how you didn't seem to be human despite your appearance. As well as how the Dark Mirror had mistakenly labeled you as magicless as you seemed to display expert control over stone and earth. You truly lived up to expectations when he finally met you during his midnight walk around Ramshackle. You were quite the beauty as well.

🐲 Your disposition didn't faze him in the slightest. If anything, it just confirmed Malleus’ assumptions that you certainly weren't a human. He and Lilia speak in the exact same way as you, so he has no reason to be concerned nor intrigued about it. However, your habit of forgetting your wallet is a bit vexing.

🐲 You're… a dragon? Really!? Oh, you have absolutely no idea just how extatic he is to meet another dragon! Er, well, he isn't exactly a dragon, but he is close to it. Whenever you show him your dragon form, he's even more in awe of you than he was before. Truly, you were the most majestic creature he has ever had the pleasure to bear witness to. He'll happily show you his own dragon form too; expect to set aside a few hours once every week so that you and Malleus can cuddle together in said forms.

🐲 Your Treasure, you say? My my, you're quite charming aren't you? Now, Malleus isn't one to be easily flustered, but knowing how important treasures are to dragons, you're practically getting down on one knee when you call him that. Of course, he's not cruel enough to leave the sentiment unreturned, so he's taken to calling you his jewel or his fallen star in reference to you coming from another world.

🐲 Believe it or not, Xiao actually tried to kill him upon their first meeting. The yaksha had mistakenly thought that he was a demon that had somehow followed you all the way here. Thankfully though, you calmed your son down, explained the situation and introduced the two. Malleus actually took quite the liking to him despite the initial frosty reception; saying how the adeptus reminded him of a more quiet version of Sebek.

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"My, look at you. Such a gorgeous mane of fur, those glossy brown scales, curled horns of glowing amber, and those cute whiskers you have. What a magnificent creature you are, my darling."

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[skyrigel]

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader ( 1k )

Enemies with benefits, get's smutty later.

It's a misty memory, like swirl of silvery glow when you first saw Mattheo, he was nervous and perhaps that was the first and last time you saw him like that, his shy eyes, his nervous steps, his lips perched in a thin line. He was like any other eleven year old, but then something changed the very next moment.

‘ Slytherin ’ the hat roared, barely even brushing his hair and his lazy mouth curved in a smirk that was forever plastered on his face. His jaw hardened, eyes sharpened, brows arched, everything almost changed except the dark glint of that night and the smile that you had engraved forever in your memory.

People chose soulmates, picked lovers but that night, Mattheo Riddle decided one thing, he's going to hate you so much. You were unaware of his intentions until the next day you found a dead spider in your rucksack. If there were any doubt left, then it became crystal clear when he dropped mandrakes crushed roots in your cauldron, eyes locked with you and by the time you could react, the cauldron bursted into thousand orbs.

All grey became white and black when you spent a month worth in detention with sadist Professor Snape, who made you clean every cauldron with bare hand, made you stock all those sticky vile ingredients in glassy jars.

“ Having fun y/n ? ” Mattheo snarled, Draco on his shoulder and Pancy chewing a gum while she checked you out lazily.

You said nothing, you had no energy to, sweat trickled down your forehead, feeling your hands dirty and uniform ragged, you turned away, hurrying to your dorm.

You decided one thing that night, you were going to hate Mattheo Riddle so much.

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The potency of Professor's words didn't quite leave you when you stumbled dreamily in the room of requirments, eyes red with insomnia and stomach lurching with only coffee contents you had the luxury of.

“ You look like shit.” Mattheo didn't look up form his textbook, her hands scripting away the ancient text like it was a David Bowie song.

“ Thankyou.” you said, sitting down and opening the potion essay you were due on, Snape was going to kill you.

“ wait—” you jerked you head at his direction, within seconds you shot a hex, flying at him.

He was quick too, like waiting to be noticed by you, ducking the hex away with a swish of his wand.

“ Good morning to you too.” he joked, you were in no mood for jokes. After what his friends and ofcourse him too, did to Hannah.

“ Fuck off. ” you shot another and another, feeling anger boil inside you. He's so selfish, he's so bratty, he's so blemished, he's so—

“ Stupe—”

“ Expelliarmus! ’’ you screamed, beating him and his wand aflew away, a small sound followed with your breath leveling.

It was victory, you had won at last, but then your eyes met with him, he was staring too hard, not blinking, as he was too still, like he was made up of marble.

The stillness broke when he took a step, you blinked and when you opened your eyes again, all the world dropped dead.

Your back hit the wall with thud, your bones crackling with ache, like swindling out of reality, his arms pinning your shoulder back, breath warm on your skin, tingling.

“ wha—”

“ Shhh.” and you were quiet, it was hard not to, his mouth was too close, he was so close and then he looked up, that glint still there, that smile too— before his lips crashed with yours, setting fireworks off.

You have kissed, you knew how it felt, but this wasn't just kiss, it was shearing, it was breaking, it was trembling and all that gone, it was burning, twisting and coiling like snake inside you, this kiss was the one you could fall asleep and wake up to, painful, sinful, sweet and spicy, it was everything at once.

But that's not excuse, you kissed him back, as hungrily as he kissed you, you were pathetic, he kissed you and you what ?! Just gave in !

“ you...you..” you fumbled between words, lip trembling and you dared not look him in the eyes.

“ No.” Mattheo said, he shaked his hand, groaning inside but then his thumb came up, pressing at the corner of your mouth.

And oh, you felt your insides tighten at the sensation, you hated him, you hated yourself.

“ No ? ” you words came shaky and dazed but you didn't care, was it just a dream ? Did you ever thought about kissing Mattheo ? Was it always there in your subconscious mind ? He bullied you all your life and—

All thoughts melted when his mouth connected with yours again, it was better than the last time, like his mouth knew yours all his life. While the first one was like there's no time, this is it, like storm, this was slow and sweet, like pouring rain, like there were lifetimes waiting for you and him.

And then you found yourself fighting his tongue, his hands were hesitant, resting at the either sides of your face, you had yours thrown up, pressed on the wall, knuckles scrapping against the wood.

And Mattheo was loud, who could have tell that for a boy who walked like feather, all graceful swagger and hard jaw. Merlin, he kissed so good. His body was sending heat waves, like a furnace, his warmth radiated inside your body and each sound that he made low in his chest was enough to release the tension building inside you.

He pulled away, breathing hard but that wasn't the hardest thing about him. You tore your gaze away from his trousers, tenting at his middle, his desire in proof.

“ I...” He sighed, covering his face, flushed and red and that would the second time you saw Mattheo like that.

“ Come here tommorow, same time.” he said, not bothering to look back at you, stumbling footsteps that echoed after him, shy eyes and swollen beaming lips, having a smear of your lip gloss.

Everything was grey, again.

[aki-shun]

Concubine Of The Red King [M!Reader x Riddle Rosehearts]

This may be the last request I write under my old system. New rules and lists will be arranged in the pinned post.

First This post was created by request.

Requester: @delightfulcupquakequeen

TW: Omegaverse, mpreg, there's a lot of time skips

You had tiring and busy days as Riddle's husband and the other king(?) of the country. Fortunately, Riddle kept you away from matters like politics and heavy management so that you wouldn't have too much trouble, and included you in the palace and some internal affairs that even you could handle.

These duties also include palace soldiers and servants. And these two cute idiots you follow. Ace and Deuce were among the new employees who came to the palace as guards under Cater, one of The Left Wing Guards.

And those two idiots might have made Riddle a little angry. By eating some tart. Oh, the expressions on those two's faces when they appeared in front of Riddle looked so innocent and stupid that you asked your husband to forgive those two.

You go behind the chair where Riddle is sitting and hug him from behind. In return, he kisses your hands and arms around his neck.

Is there something wrong, Riddle? [N] Those two fools drank coffee at afternoon tea time. It's tea time! [R] Ohh, honey, but those two were on night duty last night and had to stay on day duty today too. I'm sure it's to relieve their insomnia. [N]

They could also drink tea, why that dark bitter stuff..! [R] Maybe that's why coffee is said to be good for insomnia. gigles [N]

Hah, you always find something to defend these two. [R]

You've heard of the heat of Omegas or the heat of Alphas, right? For some reason, the nights were very noisy at that time :)

Now let's look at what we have: an out-of-control Riddle, a Trey trying to calm his King down, Cater finding himself in this situation when he comes to pick up his two idiot soldiers, two idiots who are excited to be so-called 'uncles'. Good luck.

No matter how much you like it when your strawberry man is fussing over you, this is only the 4th day of this poor pathetic panic and you're not sure if you can handle it for the whole pregnancy.

Riddle, can you give me back my papers? I can't do my job. [N]

You need to stop doing your work and lie down. If there is one thing you have to do, it is to rest..! [R]

What are you reading? [N] … Political science. Anyway, forget the book. Did you like the tart? Trey's mother made it for you. [R] Of course, his mother's hand is delicious as always. Here, have a slice. [N] No, it's yours and your baby's. [R] Riddle is just a slice. I don't think I could finish a whole tart. [N] No way, that's your- [R] Riddle, my dear, or do you want to upset me? [N] WHA- Just a slice. All the rest is yours. [R] Eat.it.all. [N]

Honey, it's only 3 weeks old. And just a few papers and documents. [N]

But these will tire you..! [R] My dear, nothing like this will happen. [N]

But this book does not say that. Excessive stress can cause premature birth or worse, leave a diseased mark on the baby. [R] Didn't I forbid you those books? [N]

But- [R] Riddle, those books are almost 500 years old. Of course, some of them may be real, but there is a doctor in the palace. If something happens, we call him. [N]

You should be stress free. [R] Your stress is what makes me stressed. [N]

… I'm not stressed.. [R] Yes you are, oh Big Seven. If anyone were to see us, they'd think you're pregnant. Now give me this book- [N]

After 5 months

Riddle prevents you from talking to most people (Ace&Deuce). No, he's not a yandere. He's just trying to stop you from talking to people he thinks will stress you out. As your belly grew so much, his panic also grew. He came up with a name for the baby according to the rules of the Queen of Hearts. Don't think that you can now do the things that you were able to do by forcing him out of your hands at the beginning of your pregnancy. It is strictly prohibited. You need to eat healthy and properly and get healthy air in as peaceful an environment as possible. Also, do not look at fire or anything similar for a long period of time. He read that such things change the baby's physical characteristics. Yes, Riddle is still reading those old books.

You don't know if it's a good thing to use Riddle's fears to get some control, but at least some things are under control.

Riddle's ear is on your belly. He gently caresses your belly with his hands. Hearing and feeling his child's first kicks makes him feel something.

I think he gets a little excited in front of his father.

Just like the baby's kicks, you could hear the excited heartbeat of your husband, who had a face as red as his hair. Riddle relaxes as time passes and the doctor confirms that you and your baby are healthy. Of course, we should not forget Trey's share in this. Cater does this by keeping Ace and Deuce away from Riddle as much as possible. Still, Riddle grew a little tolerant of the pair.

I didn't know that the king could make such a face when he was embarrassed~. [T] Trey..! What are you doing here..! [R] I'm here for King [name]. I brought the things he asked for from the chef. [T] Hmm? What did you want from the chef, dear? [R]

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Riddle tried and failed to impose a kitchen ban. Of course, he withdrew this decision after you threw all the books in his library at his head. He loves you, but please, when you crave those things, please crave them in places where he can't see you. He can beg for it.

Are you seriously going to eat that thing? [R] (Name who eats lemon peels with 3 types of chocolate on top plus curry and chili peppers as decoration) Why would I ask the cook for something I won't eat?? [N] .. Doesn't look very healthy [R] Riddle, My Dear, nothing is too healthy. Besides, it's not me, it's the baby who wants this :( [N]

When that thing is born, it will learn from me personally what it needs to eat. [R] You're being rude >:( [N] I am not. [R] … [N] Ughmm I mean- [R] Do you think bell peppers stuffed with peanut butter and cheese and topped with plum marmalade are delicious? [N] …….. I- [R] TREYY I WAN- I MEAN BABY WANTS SOMETHING [N] You won't eat that thing >:( I don't want to lose my precious ones that are and will be. [R]

Of course, there are many difficult parts of pregnancy and some things are difficult for some people that they still can't get over… That's why we're skipping those parts because that's how this AU works :) (while looking at these topics on the internet, just in my mind it was like 'Why do you still want children despite this?!' So thank your mothers or omega fathers for having the courage to give birth to you, or not, I don't know)

*3.27 a.m.

Riddle..riddle.. [N] Wakes up Hah, did something happen?! [R] No, you didn't just say goodnight to me before going to sleep :) [N] Oh I'm sorry, good night my strawberry garden. Yawn [R] My water just broke :) [N] So good night…….WHAT?! [R]

The entire palace was awakened by the sound of Riddle running and screaming. You may have suffered from physical and partly mental problems of pregnancy, but this man suffered not only the mental problems of pregnancy, but also mental problems that were not in the pregnancy mental. These loads are too big for his body 😔

Just the facts, labor was painful. Don't expect anything, but if you keep pulling your husband's hair to ease your pain, your baby will have a bald father when he is born. Instead there's Ace and Deuce, pull theirs, Riddle thought, but then he knew he had to take on that role as a wife here so he didn't mind hanging on and going bald.

This is a girl, your majesty. [Nurse]

Hey, a light from the sky hits Riddle's head, what is this? Ooohh this is a 'Daughter Dad Personality Overload'. This is valid for all fathers. If your father is not one of them, the internet was probably cut off during the installation. Sorry :(

Ohm OHm anyway

This is my daughter.. I have a daughter. [R] Our daughter, we have a daughter. [N] Yes, yes it is. [R] … He looks like a red pepper, just like his father. [A] Ace! You're just insulting his majesty, just say she's little as his father! [D] Who let these two idiots in, they woke up the baby! [R] I think they woke up to your shouting.. [C] Did you say something Cater??! [R] I didn't even open my mouth.. Whatever he said, Trey said. [C] …. Really..? [T] It really looks like red pepper. [N] Dear, you to? :( [R]

And they left. And she came .. 🙄

I see that I am the last one to be informed about the birth of my grandchild. [R.M.]

Mother-in-law.. Good luck.

Riddle give me my grandchild. [R.M.] Uhm okay mom. [R] Your Majesty, do not forget what I used to be. [R.M.] Well..your majesty. [R] Hmm, what's its name? [R.M.] Rose, your majesty. [R] Hah, it's like a villager's name. Her name will be Garnet 6. Elizabeth Riddle Risel Brizar Gisel 5. Mary. [R.M.]

Your majesty, I think your grandson urinated on you. Most likely it means a NO to the name you gave it :) [N]

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drip drip drip

As they say, the daughter attracts the father. The baby may apparently be riddle 2.0. But you shot that thing for 9 months. Of course she will look like you.

If you don't like this article, that's not my problem, okay? I was traumatized by the pregnancy video I watched. I need therapy.

And I hate her(the short kings mom)

[twisted-broth]

Accidentally Confessing to Them (Second Years)

Characters: Riddle, Ruggie, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Jamil, Silver

Genre: fluff

[deadghosy]

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How the Slytherin boys feel when you aren’t around much

Warning: slight suggestive

Ft. Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.

Tom Riddle

Give him about a damn week and this boy is literally searching Hogwarts himself to find you.

He honestly feels normal, but it feels weird his other half isn’t around annoying him.

He feels as if you are avoiding him and it kinda makes him angry

Literally will do a spell to make you appear in-front of him

Don’t test him

Mattheo Riddle

Don’t even. He feels clingy in the moment then. He’s probably the type of boyfriend to literally try and distract your studies

So when you do try to have time to yourself, he’s literally one step ahead of you

He’s already on your bed grinning that infamous smile of his as he pat his leg.

“Cmonnn make some time for me. Please?

“Mattheo dear, I literally have work to do.”

“Do me.”

Theodore Nott

He understands if you need time alone. But he feels lonely even if his friends. He wants his darling beside him.

You make him feel very complete indeed..

He’s making his way to your dorm to see you’re getting for bed. And immediately he lays in your bed.

“I’m sleeping in here tonight bella.”

Lorenzo Berkshire

He feels like a sad puppy. Respectfully he understands if you need time to yourself from studying or from people.

So he will wait it out.

But if it takes too long, he’s gonna be following you. Staying quiet as he bask in your presence.

“Enzo? What are you doing here?”

“I missed you..”

“Awww…”

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[slytherinboysappreciation]

Double penetration with the Riddles??? 🤨 Male reader please 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Double Trouble - T. R. & M. R. x male!Reader

A/N: 😈 I hope you enjoy. It’s unedited with no use of Y/N. Also, please take the warnings seriously 🫶 I think I tagged everything but let me know if I missed something!

THERE IS NO SHIPPING BETWEEN TOM AND MATTHEO IN THIS!!!!

Fic is very 18+ so ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS!!!!

CW: Arguing; sexual content; explicit sexual content; almost fighting; Reader is referred to as a fucktoy; bickering; pet names; dom/sub dynamics, I think; exhibitionism, I think; praise; degradation; Reader is referred to as a slut; doggy style; spanking; Reader is a tiny bit of a brat; actual lube is used in this one; anal sex; anal fingering; begging; anal penetration; more spanking; double penetration, hehe; Reader blacks out from his orgasm; sorry for the ending; this takes place after Hogwarts so everyone involved is of age!!!!

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To say you were nervous was an understatement.

You were lying on Tom’s bed in his apartment bedroom, listening to him and Mattheo argue.

It wasn’t a particularly unusual exchange, but it was making you nervous. Tom usually took his frustration out on you sexually after a fight with his brother. But Mattheo’s staying with the two of you for Christmas break.

There is no escape from him.

As their argument grows more heated, you groan and begin to get up. Maybe talking a walk will bring about the end of their argument.

“No, you stay there,” Tom orders, his tone demanding obedience.

You freeze immediately, eyes going wide.

Both brothers turn to you, gazes equally as intense. It ignites something within you. Something hot that makes your cock twitch in your pants.

You bite the inside of your cheek to try and make it go away. No such luck.

Thankfully, neither boy seems to notice.

“You’re smart,” Mattheo says critically, crossing his arms. “You help us decide.”

“He’s more than smart,” Tom says sharply. You can see the fight in his eyes, the way he’s ready to snap out a defense for you.

“Alright. I’ll help.” You sit back on your hands, gesturing for them to explain. “What’s the fight about this time?”

“We weren’t fighting—“

“Mattheo thinks he’s better in bed than me—“

“We’re— That’s not what I said, you dick!”

“Oh, really? Why don’t you enlighten us as to what you said, then?”

“Guys…” You rub the bridge of your nose.

“I said I had a bigger dick than you!”

“Oh, right, because that’s so much better.”

“Hey guys…!” You stare at them.

“It is! You know I’m right! Remember that guy—“

“Yeah, I remember! Now shut up!”

Mattheo’s fist is halfway drawn back and Tom’s gripping his collar when you finally shout, “Hey!”

They stop and turn to you. Identical scowls on their faces. “What?”

You falter for a moment, unsure what to do now that you have their attention. “Calm down. There’s gotta be a better solution to this than fighting.”

They glare at you. The same angry look on both of their faces.

It’s hot. And you’re painfully aware of the way your pants feel tight.

Tom’s gaze drops for a moment, and you know you’re fucked.

“You know,” he drawls, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. “I’ve thought of an idea.”

Mattheo’s gaze turns to him. “What?”

“If you’re so sure you’re better than me,” Tom continues, cocky gaze fixed on yours. “Then why don’t we test it out. See who really fucks better.”

You shiver, cock twitching in your pants. He’s not saying… He doesn’t mean…

Mattheo glances between you two, brow furrowed. “You mean…”

“Just this once.” Tom glances at his brother. “Are you in?”

Mattheo cocks his head, his gaze turning into something cunning. “I thought you didn’t share.”

Tom’s eyes narrow. “Are you in or not?”

“Fine.” Mattheo rolls his eyes and glances at you. He eyes you like a piece of meat, clearly interested in the plan.

Your cock twitches again at his look, making the tiniest whimper catch in your throat. Merlin, do you want them to fuck you.

Tom starts talking again. “Now for the real question. Which of us goes first?”

“Me,” Mattheo says confidently. “It should be me.”

Tom gives him a cold side eye. “Oh? And why is that, pray tell?”

“He’s your fucktoy. You get to have him whenever you want. ‘Sides,” Mattheo smirks. “You’d get too jealous if I went second.”

“Hmph.” Tom scoffs softly. “Very well. I suppose I’ll allow you to have a go first.”

“Oh, wow. ‘Allow me’. Like he can’t choose if I get to fuck him or not.”

Tom bristles. “Don’t get too full of yourself. This is a one time thing only, Mattheo.”

Mattheo rolls his eyes and turns to you. “Ready, sweetheart?”

He says it so mockingly, but you nod so eagerly. You can’t help it; you’ve always been weak to Tom’s meanness. From Mattheo, it has practically the same effect.

Still, you can’t help but get a little shy when you ask, “You want me to undress for you, um…” You hesitate. You call Tom ‘sir’, but that’s his thing.

“Matty.” Mattheo smirks at you a little. “Just call me Matty.”

You relax a bit. “Okay. Do you want me to undress, Matty?”

“Yeah.” His smirk grows. “Go right ahead, handsome.”

You flush a little, and Tom scowls. He crosses his arms tightly, watching you intently. It only makes your skin burn hotter, a shiver working up your spine.

You undress quickly, and sit back on the bed. Tom’s long since fucked any shame out of you, but with Mattheo gazing at you so hungrily, it’s hard not to be a little embarrassed.

“Look at you,” Mattheo murmurs, reaching out to rest a hand on your thigh. “So eager. Are you always this eager for my brother?”

You nod, swallowing down a moan at his tone. Mattheo’s smirk turns cruel. “Little slut.”

You shudder, a whine spilling from your lips. You can’t help it; you love being degraded like this.

Mattheo gestures for you to roll over and you do. You settle on your knees, trembling with excitement.

“Such an obedient toy,” Mattheo chuckles, trailing his fingers over your ass. “I’m almost jealous.”

“Just get to fucking him already,” Tom snaps.

“Why?” Mattheo sneers. “Scared I’ll do a better job at pleasuring him than you?”

“You little—“

“Or maybe you’re just jealous he’s so excited for me?”

You groan and bury your face in your pillow. Your cock is leaking, dripping pearly beads of precum onto the mattress. And they’re too busy fighting to care.

“Please!” You beg, interrupting them. “Just fuck me already!”

Dead silence.

You don’t even have to look to know you’ve fucked up.

A hand comes down sharply on your ass and you yelp, jolting forward. Pleasure and pain rocket through you, making your brain go fuzzy. “Fuck! I’m sorry!”

“You should be!” Tom hisses.

Mattheo scoffs and grips your ass tightly, fingers digging into your skin. “And to think I was gonna be nice to you.”

You just moan into the pillows.

Mattheo smacks your ass again, harder this time. “Little slut. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” You gasp out. “Fuck, yes!”

“Dumb little slut. Can’t think of anything beyond getting fucked, can you?” Mattheo sneers.

You just squirm and wiggle your ass, trying to provoke him into giving you something—anything at all.

He spanks you again, a low growl in his throat. “That’s enough. Act up once more, and you’ll see what it’s like to be punished by me.”

Oh, how you ache to see what that punishment entails. Every fiber of your being wants to act out against him, just to see what he does.

A hand suddenly grips the back of your neck, tight enough to hurt. “Don’t you even fucking dare.”

Tom. And he sounds pissed. As if he could read your very thoughts. Which, you were reminded, he could. Being a Legimens and all that.

Your body calms. You relax a little, taking a deep shaky breath. The fight leaves your body, making you go all soft and pliant under Mattheo’s hands.

“Good boy.” Tom lets go of you and steps back again. “Remember your place.”

You melt into the pillows, focusing on relaxing and staying calm. Something cold and wet drips against your asshole, pulling your attention. It’s lube, silky against your tender skin.

Mattheo’s fingers press against your asshole, making you moan. You force yourself to stay loose and relaxed as he slowly works his fingers into your sensitive hole.

“Greedy little bastard,” he mutters. “Taking me so well. Just like a slut.”

You can’t stop the whimpers and moans that spill from your lips. You arch as Mattheo’s fingers brush against a spot inside you that makes your head spin and your vision fuzz. “Fuck! Right there!”

He chuckles a little and prods the spot again. “Right here?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You squirm and gasp as he massages the area, making stars burst in your vision. “Fuck!”

“Mattheo.” Tom’s voice is harsh and annoyed. “You’re here to fuck him, not pleasure him.”

Mattheo just snickers softly and removes his fingers from your ass. You whine at the loss, trying your best not to grind against the bed underneath you. You just need something—anything at all.

More cold lube is dribbled onto your ass and Mattheo coats his dick in it. The action makes you moan. He’s big. Bigger than Tom even.

Anticipation builds as Mattheo positions his cock, pressing the tip against your asshole. “You ready, handsome?”

“Just fuck him already!” Tom snaps. “He can take it. He loves this sort of stuff.”

It’s not a lie, and you whimper into the pillows at his harsh words. Part of you appreciates Mattheo’s care, his softer actions. An even bigger part of you just wants to be fucked dumb by him.

You press back against Mattheo, sneakily trying to slip the tip of his cock inside you while he’s busy arguing with Tom.

No such luck.

A hand comes down on your ass again, smacking you harshly. “What did I say about knowing your place?”

It’s Tom this time. You yelp and whimper, burying your face in the pillows at the welcome sting.

“Please, sir!” You beg. “Please, I need it so bad!”

“Oh, you need it, huh?” Mattheo’s voice makes you want to worship at his feet; it’s so sinfully cruel, so unbearably attractive. “Where was all this begging just a moment ago?”

You want to sob. You want to cry. You want to scream, to beg for him to please stop teasing you! But you don’t. You know better than that.

“Please, Matty,” you whimper. “Please fuck me! I’ll be so good! I’ll make you feel so good, just please please fuck me!”

With a smug grunt, Mattheo pushes his dick into your ass. “Good boy.”

You moan. Burying your face in your pillows and gripping the sheets underneath you. He feels amazing.

Big and thick and perfect.

You’ve never felt so full in your life. And he hasn’t even bottomed out.

Mattheo starts to thrust and you wail into the pillows. He’s hitting that spot inside you so perfectly. Practically ramming it with his cock, making your head spin with pleasure.

You can’t even think. Can’t do anything but squirm underneath him, babbling cries of “Yes! Yes! Matty!”

You don’t know how long he fucks you; it feels like forever and only a moment. All you can focus on is the growing twists of pleasure in your abdomen and the delicious ache that fills you every time he pounds into you.

Vaguely, you’re aware of harsh words. Of a cool hand on your ass. And then Mattheo’s cock is gone.

You sob at the loss. Actual tears filling your eyes. You need to be filled. Need to be used until you cum.

“Please!” You sob. “Please! I need more!”

“Oh, shut up. You’ll get more when I give it to you.” Tom’s voice.

A new cock pushes into your ass and you whine. It’s good. It feels good. But it’s not enough.

You endure it as long as you can, whining and moaning as Tom fucks you. But eventually you break.

“Please, please, sir! I need more! I need more!”

Tom stills. You cry into your pillows, pressing back against him. You need more, not less.

But he pulls out.

You can hear soft murmurs. Angry hisses. Then cool silence.

You can feel their gazes on you. Feel their burning stares.

After what feels like an eternity, a warm hand grips your ass. Icy cruel words spit out. “Fucking slut. Can’t be sated with just one brother, can you?”

You squirm with anticipation, biting the pillow under you to keep from moaning. You don’t know what they’re planning. But it’s going to be good. And it’s going to be mean.

A hand smacks the meat of your ass, cool and punishing. “He asked you a question.”

“No,” you gasp out. “I need more!”

“Little slut needs us both, I think.” Mattheo’s tone is calculating. Cold. “If he needs more so badly, I think we can give that to him.”

A thrill shoots up your spine. Both? At the same time?

Your brain practically goes to mush at the thought.

“Yes!” You babble out. “I need you both!”

Mattheo chuckles darkly. “What did I tell you, Tom? You’ve got yourself a greedy little fucktoy here.”

“I know what I have,” Tom replies, but his voice lacks its usual bite. “Now move over.”

Your body sings with excitement and anticipation. You need them so badly. Just the thought makes you moan, unable to stop from grinding a little against the sheets.

Dual hands come down on your ass, one on either side. Cold and warm, both making you yelp and jerk at the sudden sting. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

“I’m sorry!” You whimper. “I just need—“

“We know what you need.”

More lube is slathered over your asshole, cool fingers prepping you for what lies ahead.

You can barely wait, panting and whining into your pillows.

Finally, finally, their tips press against your asshole. You instantly surge back, desperate to take them both. This time, they let you.

Hands grip your waist, steadying you and holding you in place.

There’s a moment of calm.

And then they push in.

You melt. You moan. You sob. You writhe in pleasure.

You’re so fucking full.

And when they thrust into you? Seeing stars doesn’t nearly describe it well enough. It’s pure bliss. Pure euphoric pleasure.

The sounds you make are barely human. Wails and sobs and moans. Echoing the growls and groans and hisses of pleasure coming from the brothers.

You could die a happy man being fucked like this. The world could end and you would not give a damn.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, slamming into you with so much force you black out. Utterly and completely overwhelmed by pleasure.

When you come to, the boys are bickering. Quietly arguing yet again.

This time, though, the sound is welcome. You bask in it, relishing the way their voices wash over you.

You’re on your back now. Your ass feels full, cum slowly leaking out of you.

You let out a soft moan, cluing them into the fact you’re awake. The arguing stops.

Cool fingers press against your forehead. “Hello, darling.” Tom’s voice. “You had quite the moment there, didn’t you?”

“Mmm~” You nuzzle into his hand, your tongue heavy and thick in your mouth. Speaking feels like too much of an effort so you just lazily grin.

A soft chuckle comes from your other side. “I told you he’d be fine.”

Heavy silence. Tom clearly holds himself back from arguing more. “I… suppose you were right.”

You open your eyes, surprised. The admission feels… like some sort of victory between the two. Like, a moment of possible reconciliation.

For a moment, the three of you rest in it.

Then Mattheo breaks the silence. “So, which of us fucked better, in the end?”

Tom hits him with a pillow.

[a-small-safe-place]

Platonic Yandere Tom Riddle w/ AdoptedSister!Reader

Tom watched you play. You were like a little sister to him. At first, Tom could not stand your incessant pestering, but when you stopped and began bothering some other child at the orphanage, he knew he had to have you back. Tom hated sharing, and you were no exception, so he made sure you came back to him. Tom made it look like the other child was ruining your dresses, which was a big no-no. The children at the orphanage did not receive new clothes, and if they did, they were passed down from the older and bigger children. Not only was Ms. Cole furious at the other child, but Tom got your attention back.

Tom scolded you, saying, “Next time, you will know better than to speak with one of the other children.” He knew the other children were simple and weak, but it was clear that you were too naive for your own good. He would have to protect you. He was still bothered by the way you were stupidly kind. You always gave him dirty weeds that you seemed to think were flowers, but if anyone tried to take his weeds, Tom would have a fit.

Tom and you sat in the dingey library that had very little books. You wanted him to read to you, and he wanted you to be quiet so he could read in peace. Tom chose to read to you, as it was the only way he could get through his book without hearing you complain. He didn’t mind, especially when you felt safe enough to fall asleep resting on his shoulder.

When Tom found out he was special and going to a special school without you, he became upset. He was glad to have an escape, but he would lose control over you. How would he tell you not to go near the other children? How would he make sure you replied to his letters? He asked the man, Dumbledore, a question, “Will my sister come too? Is she special like me?” The man responded with a gentle smile, “No, she will not be able to go to Hogwarts. She is not a witch.” This was enough to make Tom furious. He hated not getting what he wanted, even though it happened all the time. You were special to him! Why was that so difficult for the adults to understand?

You had to be special like him. You two might not be related by blood, but you two found each other at the orphanage, and that couldn’t be a coincidence. Besides, you were the only child at the orphanage that Tom could be around without becoming annoyed or angry. That had to count for something. That had to make you special in some way. Tom didn’t mind being the only magical child at the orphanage; he liked it. He liked being special and different, but you had to be special and different in some way too. He knew you were not just a plain child. Tom wouldn’t associate with you if you were.