#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]

Dorm Leaders with a Crush That Acts Drunk When Tired

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

Genre: fluff, crack

[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.

[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

[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.

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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

requested by 🎀!

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. 

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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.)

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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!

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Ok, I've thought about it for a while and I've decided on what I want to request. This is a mix of angsty/fluffy maybe suggestive so let me know if this is too much but I'm thinking dormleaders from twst x faker reader. By faker I mean reader is always acting suave and they are really flirty, but a lot of the time they are overthinking about how they must be annoying people. (totally not speaking from personal experience) Reader's love language is physical touch so they always want to be cuddling or at least touching somehow. Reader is teasing and then one day their s/o snaps at them for being clingy and that makes reader give up and spiral on how they must be stupid for thinking that their s/o actually liked them. Then reader doesn't talk to their s/o for a while, (lets say 2-3 days, maybe) eventually reader is cornered by their s/o and admits how they feel. Fluff ensues and reader gets to worship and praise their s/o's body like they wanted. Then reader is reassured in their connection with their s/o.

Is that a lot? I feel like it's a lot, I'm so sorry please ignore me if I am overstepping. Thank you so much for even looking at that massive hunk of text and attempting to decipher it.

Well wishes, love - 🕸 anon (Dec 17, 2023)

Dorm Heads - Male Reader Who's Clingy & Flirty To Hide Their Insecurity

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Hey 🕸Spiderweb Anon, It's almost been a year since you sent this to me; I'm so sorry that I've ignored it until now! You probably don't even remember that you sent this in the first place, but I hope I captured what you wanted all that time ago. Sidenote– I took the avoiding part out because they have too much influence in the NRC for you to avoid them, I'm just being realistic here. This post is written in the second person. The lyrics quoted in this one are from the song “Super Shy” by New Jeans. —Benny🐰

WARNINGS ➔ Canon Personality Leona & Vil; They Aren't Very Empathetic in Canon and I'm Tired of Getting Complaints From Anons About How ‘Mean’ They Are in My Writing So There's The Warning

WORD COUNT: 4,301 words

                                                                                                   

❝𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞, 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞-- 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝕴 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊-- 떨리는 지금도 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊-- 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞, 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞~❞

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🌹  This little British boy is all about doing things in the right place at the right time, but his reaction also depends on his mood and other outliers. Riddle does enjoy it when you give him physical affection and stick close to him, it makes him feel desired and cared for, however, if you do it too often, he'll feel suffocated. As for flirting… I don't think it matters what time you do it, he won’t take it too well. Riddle feels like flirting is very private and depends on the circumstances; plus, he gets embarrassed in intimate situations due to his love-lacking childhood. However, he does like to feel handsome and desirable to you so he won't complain too much; if you're doing it in front of others or in an inappropriate setting, prepare to have a collar around your neck.

🌹  Remember the collar? You're getting collared, but he's channeling his anger in a non-violent way, right? The only way I believe Riddle would snap at you is if you continuously forgot (or ignored) his warnings and reminders about your behavior and how he feels about it. Keep in mind that he considers three times to be continuous. There will be a lot of yelling, his face will resemble a tomato, and you will certainly cry. While he's not as quick to anger as before he overblotted, he still has a pretty short temper and can hold a grudge for quite a long time, so I hope that collar is comfortable. Riddle will eventually remove it, but while he's avoiding you out of disappointment in himself, it won’t be at the top of the list of things to address. And yes, he will run to his therapi– I mean, Trey, for help to fix all of this.

🌹  Riddle… has never been all that good at apologies or accepting that he's in the wrong in the first place, so it'll take him a while to work up the courage and the maturity to apologize to you. He'd probably go and get you from your dorm and drag you off to his own to sit down for tea and awkwardly beat around the bush for a while. But, if you're silent for long enough, he'll push his pride aside and admit he was wrong with how he went about reacting as well as explaining why exactly he got so upset with you. Riddle will set clear boundaries after apologizing for his behavior and will explain the reasons why your actions were unacceptable to him. While he would prefer that you forgive him, he makes it clear that you don't have to and that he needs to work on expressing his irritation in a less harmful way to benefit both of you.

🌹  After sitting down for tea and discussing your insecurity, Riddle would be both incredibly supportive of you and somewhat disappointed that you don't trust that he loves you enough to think you're worthy of him. It breaks his heart that he subconsciously made you feel like you had to act out the way you did. Riddle makes sure to establish that he loves you as you are, insecurity and all. He sets aside time for you two to spend time together and lets you indulge in giving him as much physical affection as you want.

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“Don't pretend to be someone you're not; I like you jus’ as you are when you're yourself. If you want to touch me that's fine; jus’-! jus' do it in a private place... alright, My Rose?”  

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🦁  Leona does not like being clung to or touched often. He prefers it if he's the one to initiate physical contact and affection, it helps him feel more in control. Most times, he doesn't even touch you and only hangs out nearby (which could be inches away to just in the same general vicinity); he just prefers it that way. So, clinging to him, at all really, is a surefire way to piss him off, since he doesn't like the feeling of being restricted or weighted down; especially when he's just waking up, it makes him feel like he's suffocating. Flirting, on the other hand, is sort of a love language in itself for Leona; although his flirting is more on the low-energy side. Since he wants to make his partner feel desired by him he's bad at thinking of gifts and date locations and is too lazy to do acts of service, words of affirmation are his go-to. He doesn't like to do it too often though, or it doesn't feel as meaningful and genuine as he means it to sound.

🦁  Yikes. If he snapped at you… honestly, didn't you deserve it? You must be blind not to notice his discomfort with your actions which he voiced to you a few times. But, hey, maybe you didn't notice; some people can't read the room or other people well, and I don't blame you for that, because I can't either. As a feline, Leona values personal space and control more than most things, and your clinging to him will piss him off quickly. He can usually keep his mood in check, but all it takes is one bad day and you do that will 100% end in him taking all his pent-up irritation out on you. He'll most likely say some hurtful stuff in his fit of anger and won't see you for a few days. Leona might even ban you from his dorm for those few days if he's pissed enough; he doesn't want to feel like the bad guy, so he won't acknowledge that he is for a bit.

🦁  Honestly? Leona is the type of person who gets over stuff after a few hours to a few days and expects you to do the same. If you don't and you bring it up again, he'll likely hit you with the ‘That was so long ago and you aren't over it yet?’. However, he'll get it into his head that he may have seriously hurt your feelings if he sees any drastic changes in your behavior. Things like avoiding him, not speaking to him, cowering away from him, flinching, ending the conversation when you see him nearby, and leaving the room after he enters. But what gets Leona bad, is if he sees that he made you cry. When I tell you that this man will be on his knees after seeing just the reddening of your eyes I'm not joking. He didn't think he upset you that bad before but now, he's groveling for your forgiveness, because he knows that you're the only person that's willing to put up with his shit on top of loving you more than the air he breathes each day.

🦁  Leona will treat you like royalty after he apologizes, explaining that while he doesn't like being touched he'll indulge you now and then because he knows you just want to show him how much you love him. He'll also do his best to dispel all of your insecurities and remind you that it's not you that doesn't deserve him, but him that doesn't deserve you. Although Leona isn't the best person in Twisted Wonderland, he'll try his best for you.

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“HEY- GET OFF! –Oh shit, no no no, I didn’t mean to make ya cry. M’sorry, I just got startled ‘n’ today has been shit, so I took it out on ya in the end. Nakupenda, Wangu*; ya know that doncha?”  

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🐙  This one's hard… while I want to say that Azul would greatly appreciate your affection toward him and his body; we also have to take into account his issues with his self-image. Going by that– I don't think that he would like it if you touched him very often. The problem wouldn't be that he's uncomfortable, embarrassed, or annoyed, but that he doesn't want you to touch him and then feel disgusted with how his body is shaped. Like you're insecure about whether you're worthy of him, he's insecure about if he's worthy of you. The flirting, though, he wouldn't mind too much. Azul loves your praise, as it means that you find him attractive enough to talk to him that way. This poor man has such serious body issues that it's ridiculous, so if you flirt with him too often, he won't think it's genuine anymore and that you're making fun of him.

🐙  With Azul it's probably just a spur-of-the-moment outburst mixed with his stress and insecurity type of thing. In absolutely no way did he mean to direct this outburst at you, you just happened to be the straw that broke the camel's back, and like a shell on the beach, all his reason was swept away by the tide. He's the kind of guy who bottles all of his stress and grievances and your actions happened to make him reach his breaking point and everything just came out all at once. Azul likely just yelled at you to leave him be and get out of his office; fleeing to his octopot in regretful tears once you left the room and not coming out for days until he could get himself together again. He had to be coaxed into eating by Jade and Floyd due to how bad he felt for blowing up on you.

🐙  This man is distraught; he is beside himself with grief, regret, and shame. It takes all of Azul's willpower and the somewhat aggressive coaxing of the tweels (mostly Floyd threatening to bite off one of his tentacles and send it to you as an apology gift) to get him to finally leave the safety and comfort of his octopot and go to knock on your door. As soon as that door opens, he goes full-on into apologizing profusely and explaining that while what you did irritated him a bit he in no way meant to direct all of his pent-up stress toward you and that your actions just happened to open the floodgates for him. Azul would be in tears by the time he finished speaking, praying that you wouldn't leave him because of this incident. If you forgive him, he cries in relief and if you don't, although he's sad, he understands and promises that he'll do everything in his power to win back your trust in him and make sure that this never happens again.

🐙  Azul will explain to you about his insecurity with his body and his fear of making you dislike him and his appearance. However, once he hears about your insecurities, he's kind of shocked; he was so caught up in his own self-loathing that he didn't even notice yours! Be assured that Jade locked you both in his office and didn't let you both out until you worked out a plan to condole the both of you of your worth to each other. You and Azul had fallen asleep in each other's arms by the time Floyd remembered that you were being held captive in there and opened the door. He took blackmail photos.

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“Øjesten*, I… I apologize for my outburst; I'm just- I don’t like- ahem… ah… I have no excuse. You know how I feel about my appearance, I just didn’t want you to be disgusted with me. I’m sorry.”  

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👑  Vil lives for being appreciated. Whether it's through actions, words, objects, services, or just being admired; he loves it! However… there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. He loves you, but damn, he barely had any time to himself before getting with you, but now? It's not that he won't make time for you, he definitely tries, but he just has so much on his plate all the time. With managing his beauty routine, the dorm and its students, school work, modeling, singing, acting, keeping up his media appearances, and his one-sided rivalry with Neige, this man is BUSY. And that's not even mentioning the overblots that keep popping up out of nowhere; sorry hun, you're just going to have to squeeze in when you can or be okay with stopping yourself at just being near him as a way of spending time until he can fix his schedule. On the subject of flirting, though… yeah, don't even bother, but at the same time, yes, compliment him. Vil, being himself, has heard pretty much every compliment, praise, and risqué remark under the sun; you need to be very creative, or he'll probably just roll his eyes at you. If you do it too often, he'll get annoyed and probably ask if you have something better to do.

👑  Okay— I’m just going to cut this off right here- Vil is the type of person to set his boundaries with you immediately, so, at the very start of the relationship, you would know what to do and what not to do. However, if you end up doing it anyway (which would likely just be you forgetting about it or you're so stressed that it left your mind momentarily), there lies the problem.  If you did it after Vil already initially told you he didn’t like it the first time, he would just stop you, explain why he doesn’t want you to do it, and ask you to remember it for next time. Another thing- this man is a confident king (after his overblot), so he can smell your insecurity from a mile away. It will be addressed by him PERIOD. There is no way out of it- it WILL happen, I'm sorry. Either your insecurity will be gone quickly or your relationship will; it's one or the other, I implore you to just cooperate with him. Vil isn’t playing these games with you right now.

👑  I mentioned it earlier, but Vil will sit you down and address your insecurity with him; he's not the type of person to just let this issue go unsolved. Given his insecurity, however, he'll be very understanding of how you feel. The feeling of being less than others is something that Vil is familiar with, so he’ll do everything in his power to make you feel better about yourself.

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“I’ll make this clear, Mein schönste Liebe*, there’s no need for this little show you’re putting on. I don’t have a lot of patience, so quickly, tell me what the problem is so that I can fix it.”  

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🪲  You're giving him more affection than usual? Sign Kalim the hell up! He loves it when you hold onto him and give him physical affection! Do you want to sit on his lap? Sure! Do you want to hang off his arm or wrap your own around his waist? Okay! Kisses and hugs? Absolutely! As for flirting, I don't think that he is too innocent to understand what you mean, but that he doesn't get it until five minutes to an hour later. A lot of times, Kalim will suddenly realize what you meant when the conversation subject has already shifted to a completely different topic. However, he has no issues with it, since he believes that flirting is just an extension of complimenting him; it's just worded in a more risqué way.

🪲  I’m going to be completely honest with you here, this boy is too kind and non-confrontational to snap at you at all, so it just wouldn't happen. If he did have an issue with your behavior he’d most likely just sit you down and explain what exactly he needed you to change and why. Kalim will leave no room for misunderstandings at all, so there would be no way to hurt feelings on either side. The only person who would possibly be upset in the situation is probably you, but that would only be because you have to find another way to cope with your unspoken insecurity. Kalim isn't the brash type, so I can’t see him losing his temper with you at any point unless you committed a heinous action or something.

🪲  Kalim would probably still apologize even if all he did was explain some things to you, he’s a person who’s very in tune with other people’s feelings, so he’d make sure that your relationship was still good after everything. He’d bring you to his room and cuddle you on his huge plush bed, covered in the smoothest blankets and softest pillows, letting you touch, feel, and compliment him all you want- but only if you let him do the same to you. Probably also ask Jamil (poor Jamil, give him a vacation) to make you both some snacks or something, Kalim won't let his baby be hungry.

🪲  You will not be forced to talk about your insecurity, but Kalim will heavily encourage it for the sake of your mental health and the stability of trust in your relationship. He wants to wait until you're comfortable enough, but he also doesn't want to wait for too long in case there's a repeat of this incident. There's also now a big concern in his heart that he made you feel like you couldn't be yourself or made you feel like you aren't enough at some point. It will eat Kalim up inside, so he'll become overly indulgent with you for some time until you sit him down and talk about it. He just doesn't want you to feel like he's being neglectful of your emotions and well-being again.

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“Aiyah, Rohi*, I wasn’t trying to be mean, I promise. I love you so so so much; but sometimes, even a guy like me needs a little alone time, that’s all. I would never dislike you for such a small thing.”  

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💀  Eh… Idia is a very very insecure guy, but he's also incredibly antisocial and is used to being all by his lonesome besides his little brother. He likes his personal space a whole lot more than he realizes, so, to be truthful, the clinginess isn't something that will sit well with him after he has experienced it one too many times. It's mostly because it'll happen at times when he's preoccupied with something that requires a lot of his attention; like gaming, watching anime, or reading manga/lite novels, and he gets irritable when he's interrupted. On the side of excessive flirting, however, he'll dislike it not just because he thinks you aren't being genuine; but also because the topic makes him uncomfortable. As mentioned already, Idia is not a social person, thus being on the receiving end of something like that is way out of his comfort zone. Doing it excessively will only make him even more uncomfortable, as he thinks that you don't care about his feelings on the matter when it's obvious he dislikes it.

💀  Idia is a quiet, shy, and non-confrontational guy, however, his annoyance can quickly overpower all of that if it builds long enough. Once he's reached the end of his patience, he doesn't bother to be careful and think about what he says. It's most likely that instead of targeting your appearance or status, he'll go for the things that you're most sensitive about. Keep in mind that during all of this, he's absent-minded; his mind doesn't register exactly who he's talking to and what he's saying before he opens his mouth while his eyes continue to stare at whatever he is doing on his monitor setup beforehand. However, once Idia realizes just what he said to you he's in absolute shock at himself; yes, he'd expect himself to behave that way to other people, but to you? He would never do it intentionally… Honestly, though, he'd be more upset that you aren't comfortable enough to act like yourself around him than anything else.

💀  Similar to Azul, Idia regrets his words immediately; he beats himself up about it as well. How the hell did those sparky comments he had in his head slip through his lips? He thought he had more self-control than that! Seriously though, the first thing he does after he realizes that he said all of that outlook is call you. When and if you don't pick up, he sends you a few texts apologizing straightforwardly and explaining that he was upset about a lot of things and took it out as well as the fact that he's on his way to your dorm to speak with you in person. Once Idia's at your door and when and if you open up, he'll hug you and profusely apologize, likely putting himself down as well so that he can hurt himself as he did you. It's up to you if you want to stop him, but just know that the self-depreciation with continue to ratchet up in severity as time goes on; his insecurity and self-doubt will be on full display to you to let you know that you can show him too.

💀  You know how Idia does online classes or stays in his dorm and uses his tablet instead? You can do that too! The both of you can attend class remotely and cuddle while you do your class work or listen to lectures. He can lay his head in your lap while he's watching anime or reading his novels and he can sit you in his lap while he's gaming. Surprisingly though, Idia even suggests going out and visiting cat cafes together or going to a secluded place outside and listening to an audiobook. He's willing to change up his routine and step out of his comfort zone to make sure you know how much he loves you. He would do anything for you– well… almost anything, just give him a bit more time to work up the willpower.

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“I… You know that I know what It's like to feel… like you're not enough. You don't– Y‐you know you don't have to pretend with me right? You can just be yourself when it's the two of us, P-psychí Mou*.”  

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🐲  It depends on the place, the amount of people nearby who those people are, and his mood. As you know Malleus craves to be included, acknowledged, seen, and just to be given affection. This man is touch-starved to the max– but… he is still the prince of Briar Valley and must display a certain appearance to those who aren't close to or familiar with him. He'll allow small displays of affection out of the cover of his or your dorm room; things like holding hands, holding onto his forearm as you walk, briskly kissing each other's hands or cheeks, laying your heads on the other's shoulder, and other small but loving gestures. As long as you keep the more intimate actions away from prying eyes it's fine. As for flirting, Malleus also doesn't mind, but the same rules still apply. So long as you don't repeatedly show too much to those he doesn't wish to show your relationship to, he's happy as a dragon swimming in gold.

🐲  Malleus isn't the type of guy to snap at others, he confronts conflicts head-on if they pose an issue. However, if you do irritate him enough, he'll likely tell you that the both of you will have to take some time apart while he thinks about your relationship and what it means to the both of you. For him, crossing the boundaries that he has set is a violation of trust, respect, and understanding, and he needs to evaluate whether or not you're taking his thoughts, opinions, and feelings seriously. During your break, Malleus will avoid you, he'll greet you in the halls with a nod and carry on, there will be hardly a drop of affection from him until he's thought. He loves you, but for him, relationships are a very serious thing, and if you aren't respecting his boundaries, does he want to stay in a relationship with you?

🐲  He's not apologizing as there was no real wrongdoing on his part. However, if you felt hurt by his actions, he would calmly sit you down and carefully explain why he did them and follow that up by telling you that he felt hurt by your actions and he expects an explanation from you as well. Malleus is a patient and forgiving man, his life will stretch on for centuries and you and the relationship that the both of you have is a small but unforgettable part of that life. He doesn't want memories of a relationship with poor trust and communication between the participating parties; it just isn't worth it for him. Once you and Malleus have everything laid out on the table, he'll ask you to make sure to remember what he told you and that if you ever feel insecure in the future, simply talk with him and he'll talk you through it.

🐲  After you're very civil and diplomatic discussion of the ins and outs of your relationship, Malleus writes up a plan for the both of you. He lists the things that you both aren't comfortable with as well as things that you require and reworks his and your daily schedule around it. He does address your insecurity though, apologizing for making you feel like you aren't enough for him and making you feel like your relationship isn't important. Malleus loves you very deeply, and he wants to make sure that the two of you stay together in a happy relationship for as long as possible. He wants you to be a part of his family for as long as you love him, so he'll compromise as much as he needs to.

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“I have made you feel as though you cannot be your true self at some point in our union and that won't do at all. You are Mon Raison D'être, without you, I do not have the will to carry on, I beg for your forgiveness.”  

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❝𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞, 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞-- 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝕴 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊-- 떨리는 지금도 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊-- 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞, 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞~❞

 *¹ ‘Nakupenda, Wangu’ translates from Swahili to mean ‘I love you, Mine’ with ‘Mine’ being a possessive term of endearment usually accompanying a sentence like ‘I love you’, though it can be used by itself.

*² ‘Øjesten’ roughly translates from old-fashioned Danish to mean ‘The apple of my eye’.

*³ ‘Mein schönste Liebe’ translates from German to mean ‘My Most Beautiful Love’, though if you took off the last word, ‘My Most Beautiful’ can still stand on its own as a term of endearment.

*⁴ ‘Rohi’ translates from Arabic to mean ‘My Soul Mate’; calling someone ‘Rohi’ means that you love them longer than your life as they are your soulmate.

*⁵ ‘Psychí mou’ translates from Greek to mean ‘My Soul’’

*⁶ ‘Ma Raison D’être’ translates from French to mean ‘My Reason for Being’ which is usually used only to express the deepest love and passion.

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[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.

[loverboy-radio]

Hello! I was wondering if I could make a request of the Dorm-leaders reacting to a male reader with the Unique Magic of a Empathic Healer? This Unique Magic can allow the reader to heal any and all wounds on the person. However, the wounds are not removed, but rather transferred to the reader instead, acting as if he was the one who got injured. Despite the risks his magic would bring him, the reader can't help himself but use it if it means to help others who are hurting.

Thank you!

thank you for the request it seems to be a very interesting concept. so i'll give it a try. now i don't know if you wanted this romantic or not so i will try to make it both in a way.

Characters: riddle, malleus, vil.

Reader: Male

i have only done some of them as the rest i have no idea what to write for them as the reaction would be the same

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RIDDLE

when he found out your UM he was like "ok he can do that"

until realization kicked in about the fact you hate to see people in pain and have just transferred a broken hand with bone sticking out to yourself.

so now he is making sure people don't take advantage of this and make his boyfriend take their injury for them.

which will get anyone collared even if it was trey.

and thats saying something.

he does at times feel guilty when you decided to use it one him one day. and gave you a lecture about 2 hours long about how these kinds of thing can become very bad over time ect ect.

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VIL

now he is one that would only allow you to use it if he somehow managed to get a bruise.

or if you give him a hickey

anything else he will not allow.

he is very interested about it as it would be something useful to a point.

vil would also make sure no one tries to make you take a really bad injury from anyone like a deep cut, or broken bone.

he would even make sure rook kept an eye on you so you don't do something like that EVER.

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MALLEUS

once he finds out you can do this he will never allow you to use it EVER.

he knows how fragile human can be and as much as he loves and respects your decision. he will do everything in his power to make sure you are never hurt.

and if he finds out you did it without him knowing he feels betrayed.

cause you just did something that will bring you injury on purpose.

and whoever you took the injury from might not be seen again.

but please don't do this you are his boyfriend, his future husband. he will never be able to live with himself if you took an injury that you could never recover from.

[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]

...

...

…

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]

Telling Them "I Love You" Unprompted

Characters: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Chenya

Genre: fluff, crack

[deadghosy]

I appreciate reblogs, comments, and such as likes.

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…”

Taglist: @idontreallycaresblog

[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.

_

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.

[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.