I’m So Ready To Be Destroyed And Used Like A Fuck Doll By This Little Devil 🦭

good fucking morning to me and everyone else reading this masterpiece, because my humor is already on point after this 😼

theo and mattheo were sprawled on the couch next to each other, passing a joint between them. mattheo was completely naked and theo only had his concert tank top on - a tight and cropped little black thing that perfectly showed off the lean muscles of his torso. their legs were spread, mattheo's right one thrown over theo's left thigh, and their hands were on each other's cocks.

first of all, i’m imagining this and let me tell you, what a good image my brain made me see, thank you for that. second of all, i was expecting everything but not this (kinda surprised, but i’m not complaining at all). in fact, this just made more 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ than anything I NEED TO SEE THIS

"baaaaby," mattheo drawled, giving you a stupidly adorable grin and extending an arm towards you, making a grabby hand in your direction.

i just came to the conclusion that this reader lives my dream life, and now i’m proud of her but jealous :( i want mattheo to call me baby while he’s being taking care off :’)

they exchanged a look and simultaneously dropped their hands from their cocks.

theo's lips were parted, and mattheo was wetting his, taking shallow breaths through his mouth.

you write so well that i could totally see everything happening in my mind. please, this is so so so well executed 😫

your tongue swirled around, gathering his slickness, and you pulled away enough to spit it back, your fingers spreading the liquid along his entire length before diving back in.

she’s having her best meal and i’m here rotting in my bed, reading about her while she executes my dream, but it’s okay because it’s kira’s writing, so i can experience a part of it myself 😤

— pause because i need to talk about the smut; genuinely, i forgot to take screenshots of my favorite parts because everything was so fucking good. i was reading and squeezing my legs the entire time. the way they grabbed the reader’s hair and squeezed her throat had me BAWLING MY EYES OUT, and i was drooling because fuck you, the imagery is fucking perfect. i need both so bad

they were now lazily and sloppily making out, catching their own breaths after their intense orgasms.

his thumb rubbing soft circles on the flushed skin. they were adorable like that, and truthfully, you could watch them for hours.

they’re adorable, but i lowkey need to be included 👩‍💼

but you still had your arousal unattended to. both of them shifted their attention when you cleared your throat, identical smirks appearing on their lips when they saw your raised eyebrow. you definitely weren't leaving the dressing room any time soon.

kira, you CANNOT leave and leave me here. you better do something right NOW.

anyway (i’m mad) BUT THIS WAS SO GOOD, need them need them need them need them need them need them need them 😔😡

⋆౨ৎ bassist!reader helps drummer!mattheo and lead singer!theo unwind after a show

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finally writing for this au. couldn’t get this out of my head for a while now, and it’s also my first time properly writing a threesome of any kind, so hopefully you enjoy <3

warnings: 18+ mdni, drug use, oral threesome, blowjob turned rough, throat bulge, gagging, some spitting, masturbation (m receiving), mutual masturbation (m x m), bi mattheodore, praise, cursing

lorenzo went off somewhere again – probably to the tour bus to have fun with another groupie. you were just a little miffed about that, because you wanted to get some, enzo was the first to volunteer before the other two could get a word in, and now he was nowhere to be seen. you couldn’t be too mad at him, though – he’d always been a lighthead, in more ways than one.

you walked into your shared dressing room and were immediately greeted by a sight that wasn’t a surprise, yet never failed to amuse you. theo and mattheo were sprawled on the couch next to each other, passing a joint between them. mattheo was completely naked and theo only had his concert tank top on – a tight and cropped little black thing that perfectly showed off the lean muscles of his torso. their legs were spread, mattheo’s right one thrown over theo’s left thigh, and their hands were on each other’s cocks.

they lazily jerked each other off, unhurried and completely relaxed, the weed seemingly taking effect by that point. once the door behind you closed, both of them looked at you with cheeky, knowing smirks on their faces. theo blew out a small whiff of smoke and put out the joint against the table next to the couch, leaning further back into the plush surface.

"baaaaby," mattheo drawled, giving you a stupidly adorable grin and extending an arm towards you, making a grabby hand in your direction. you chuckled, shaking your head, and made a few slow steps towards the boys. they didn’t even think of stopping what they were doing, their hands still moving up and down on each other’s hard and, as you could notice under the dim lighting of the room, dripping cocks. you knew that they got especially horny under the influence, which amused you even more, but also gave you a perfect idea.

without a word, you knelt on the floor in front of them, and they perked up a bit, though their poses were still as relaxed as ever. they exchanged a look and simultaneously dropped their hands from their cocks. mattheo put his by his sides on the couch, and theo rested one on his stomach, the other one ending up on mattheo’s thigh. both of them gazed at you with as much hunger as their glassy eyes and widened pupils allowed; theo’s lips were parted, and mattheo was wetting his, taking shallow breaths through his mouth.

"cazzo, principessa… come sei dolce," theo murmured, a content smile quirking up his lips as your hands started kneading their thighs, approaching their aching cocks inch by inch. mattheo hummed in agreement, all of you having gotten used to theo’s italian by now and even starting to understand some stuff.

"you’re dolce," you answered, a teasing lilt to your voice, and theo chuckled in response, undoubtedly at your accent. his chuckle stuttered, turning into a low moan as your hands finally wrapped around their lengths, mattheo’s grunt joining him with more volume.

you didn’t spend too much time jerking them off since they did a pretty good job on that themselves – by the amount of precum leaking from their tips you could tell it wouldn’t take them too long to cum, and you wanted a taste before that happened. you scooted a bit to the right, mattheo being the first whose cock ended up in your mouth. your tongue swirled around, gathering his slickness, and you pulled away enough to spit it back, your fingers spreading the liquid along his entire length before diving back in.

"fuck," he breathed out, his hand loosely clutching the edge of the couch as his half-lidded eyes roamed over your face, fixated on your lips wrapped around him in the most enticing way. slowly, you started sucking, hollowing out your cheeks to provide more friction, while stroking theo’s dick at the same time. both of them were moaning above you, their hips twitching up every other second, and theo still had some sense in his hazy mind to caress mattheo’s thigh, which only made the latter’s pleasure more intense.

a couple of minutes later, when you started feeling theo getting restless, the movements of his hips growing a bit more sloppy, you pulled away from mattheo. he barely noticed, too lost in the world of bliss, especially since the stimulation never stopped, your hand coming in to take the place of your lips. you switched to the other side, finally taking theo’s cock into your mouth, which made him groan and impatiently grab your hair. you giggled but decided not to tease, since it was painfully obvious just how eager he was. you head started bobbing up and down as you sucked theo off, the sounds getting wetter and wetter from the amount of drool you produced due to theo being deliciously big. you choked a bit when his tip slipped into your throat, but you quickly adjusted – you were pretty used to his size already.

when you felt his cock starting to throb, you took it as a sign of him getting close, which prompted you to switch to mattheo again. a low, needy growl rumbled in his chest as he caught the sight of your pretty lips wrapped around him, his hips instantly rutting up, pushing his entire length right down your throat. you gagged again as you felt his thick cock stretching out your walls, and you were pretty sure that if you placed a hand on your throat, you’d feel his tip grinding against it from the inside. mattheo was very clearly impatient, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair as he started shoving you up and down. he had always had a thing for throatfucking, and you didn’t mind at all, eagerly allowing him to use you as a means to get off.

theo was watching the scene through his thick eyelashes, moaning louder from time to time when your hand squeezed him just a bit tighter. when mattheo started getting close, he immediately caught that. without a word, his head turned to the side, and his hand made its way up mattheo’s body to the back of his head. theo pulled him into a messy kiss, his fingers getting tangled in mattheo’s curls, both of them groaning against each other’s lips. when you looked up, met by the sight of your boys passionately making out, you felt the heat that had been building up in your stomach increase tenfold, and you knew right that moment that you had to make them finish as soon as possible to take care of your needs too. you picked up the pace under mattheo’s insistent hand, and soon, he was loudly panting against theo, string after string of his cum releasing into your mouth.

you quickly lapped up the remnants and switched to theo, who was already on the very edge. as your lips closed around him, his hips pushed up, and you knew you’d be hoarse as hell the next day when his tip roughly hit the back of your throat. theo desperately licked into mattheo’s mouth, the latter’s jaw still hanging slack as he came down from his high, and in a matter of seconds, his cum was also dripping down your throat, hot and slightly bitter from his constant smoking.

you were breathless when you pulled away, and your throat was already starting to hurt, but a smile spread on your face at the sight of the guys on the couch. they were now lazily and sloppily making out, catching their own breaths after their intense orgasms. theo’s hand was carding through mattheo’s hair, making him let out quiet little moans into theo’s mouth, while mattheo’s hand cradled the other boy’s cheek, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the flushed skin. they were adorable like that, and truthfully, you could watch them for hours. but you still had your arousal unattended to. both of them shifted their attention when you cleared your throat, identical smirks appearing on their lips when they saw your raised eyebrow. you definitely weren’t leaving the dressing room any time soon.

i love the way you write theo, but the way you write toxic theo has my whole heart. it makes me feel so many emotions, it’s so fucking good. like, i don’t even know if i want to fuck him or punch him in the face. you nail it every single time !!! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

and he was, well, in a state one would expect in the shower - completely naked.

girl was literally seeing paradise, and she even died—like, that’s one lucky girl lemme grab it ✋🏻✊🏻✋🏻✊🏻✋🏻✊🏻👅

the bastard didn't even blink, staring at your flustered form with the biggest smirk in existence.

"well, you could open your eyes and see for yourself what the actual fuck,"

kira, you fucking genius, that line made me so mad and made me giggle at the same time. i’m absolutely furious with you in the best way possible—or not 🏃‍♀️

and then... it certainly did focus pretty well.

"um... you have a dick,"

how on earth could a person be such a pain in the ass and simultaneously, an owner of this... thing between his legs?

i’m fucking dead, LMAOOOO HOLD ONNNNN 😭💀

he definitely shouldn’t be the owner of this monument, i fear

"you know," he started, his voice a cocky drawl, "your sister never comp-"

the mf lost me there, bye—i’m dry as a desert now 👋👋

kira, the way you write this cocky bastard… i need him so bad it’s insane i swear, i’d teach him some good manners

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sisters bf!theo who doesn’t try to cover up when you accidentally walk in on him in the shower… if anything he’s turning TOWARDS you with the biggest smirk…

⋆˙⟡ you walk in on sister’s bf!theo showering

his smirk is already permanently plastered on his face, but if you walk in on him… oh boy, oh boy

warnings: 18+ mdni, exhibitionism, size kink, theo’s huge cock, cursing

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you didn’t think much of it when you turned the handle of the bathroom door, not even looking around as you walked in, your eyes glued to the screen of your phone in your hand. you mindlessly walked over to the sink, leaning on it with your hip, lingering as some picture caught your attention.

"and who do we have here, hm?"

you flinched and nearly dropped your phone as you heard an unexpected yet such a familiar voice from the shower. letting out a small squeal of surprise, you looked up and nearly dropped down to the floor yourself – there, standing in the small stall, was none other that theodore nott, your sister’s relatively new and already incredibly irritating boyfriend. and he was, well, in a state one would expect in the shower – completely naked.

you instinctively closed your eyes, placing a palm over them as a second shield.

"what the actual fuck?!" you whisper-yelled, your eyebrows knitting together in a confused and annoyed frown. yeah, what the fuck? why wasn’t he covering up?! the bastard didn’t even blink, staring at your flustered form with the biggest smirk in existence.

"well, you could open your eyes and see for yourself what the actual fuck," he teased, parroting the tone your voice, which made the blood boil in your veins. yet for some reason, there was a sense of morbid curiosity, almost, to actually peep at what was right in front of you. it wasn’t like you had never noticed theo’s prominent assets before, since grey sweatpants had quickly become – or had always been – his uniform at your apartment. plus, you did overhear your sister on the phone with her best friend the other day, boasting about the size of his cock…

damn it, the temptation was too strong.

slowly, you pulled your hand away from your face, blinking your eyes open as the bathroom lights hit them. for a moment, your vision was focusing, and then… it certainly did focus pretty well.

theo was, for the lack of a better word, huge. as in, bigger than anyone you’d ever seen. you gulped thickly, shame slowly leaving your body as you stared at his dick, which was, for whatever sick reason, hard and throbbing, slapping lightly against the toned muscles of his abdomen. his dark pink tip glistened in the light, and you wouldn’t even try to guess what part of it was water and what part of it was precum.

"so? thoughts?" theo prompted in a casually arrogant manner, which momentarily jolted you out of your haze. you reluctantly looked up, biting the inside of your cheek in an attempt to appear nonchalant, yet there was no hiding the way your pupils were blown out, your eyes betraying exactly what you thought of the sight in front of you.

"um… you have a dick," you muttered, not sure what else to say, as you had never expected to be in such a situation in the first place. there was no way you could openly praise your sister’s boyfriend’s cock, right? plus, his ego, as you had come to learn during the time you had known him, was enormous – apparently, directly proportional to the size of said cock.

"oh, do i?" theo cooed, the smirk on his face growing, making you want to slap it off his face. "thought you were a smartass, piccola," he added in mock disappointment. you were only getting used to the italian nicknames, but he made them sound awfully annoying and seductive at the same time – not that you’d ever admit the last part.

"not as much as you, it seems," you retorted, trying to sound unbothered, and yet your eyes couldn’t help darting down again – his boner was still there, still huge and swollen, still jerking slightly in the air. you swore you could hear the small sounds of wet skin slapping against skin as it throbbed.

of course, theo noticed exactly where your gaze lingered, and the chuckle that escaped him really tempted you to punch his face in. how on earth could a person be such a pain in the ass and simultaneously, an owner of this… thing between his legs?

"enjoying the view?" he teased, raising an amused eyebrow. his hand slowly wrapped around the base of his cock, unmoving but squeezing it enough for it stand out even more against his complexion.

you rolled your eyes but stayed silent, unable to deny the obvious truth – you were, in fact, enjoying the view, even though you knew you shouldn’t have. at your lack of words, theo hummed in mock understanding, pretending to think over something.

"you know,” he started, his voice a cocky drawl, "your sister never comp–"

"okay, that’s enough!" you exclaimed, dramatically covering up your ears with your hands. "i don’t need to know that!"

with a huff, you turned around, forgetting all about the reason you came into the bathroom in the first place. however, as you were leaving, your eyes involuntarily lingered on theo’s cock again – it wasn’t your fault it was so fucking huge! and you could definitely see theo’s face still very much lit up with a wide smirk, almost a grin, as he watched you walk out of the door.

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HOSTAGE AU

coming soon; taken as a hostage, you’re trapped in a place where the rules were written by two men who, despite being different, shared one common obsession: you. 

lorenzo berkshire x reader x mattheo riddle

— Mattheo and Lorenzo were different, too different, but when it came to you, they both had the same dangerous obsession: you. Yet you were just a hostage, caught in their sick game, trapped in the cage they both created for you. You were locked between them, and while Mattheo's temper was wild and aggressive, he never tried to hide who he was—violent and unapologetic. Lorenzo, on the other hand, was more subtle, using his charm to break you down more slowly, piece by piece, until you finally broke.

You knew there was no escape when it came to the two of them. You no longer belonged to yourself. You belonged to them, and they would make sure you never forgot it.

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you never disappoint, do you? this is actually insane work… hello?!?!

"that's what i thought," he mutters, his lips moving against your skin. "can't get enough of me, huh? sneakin' out to see me, lettin' me fuck you like this with your mama's curtains blowin' in the window right there."

bye i died right here 🧚🏻‍♀️

"you don't get to say my name like that unless you want the whole damn street hearin' you. that what you want, sugar? your daddy stormin' out here with his shotgun 'cause his precious little girl couldn't keep her legs closed?"

he’s so irritating, annoying and full of himself… i need him to fuck me until i lost my breath. thank you.

— cowboy!mattheo fucking you in his truck

cowboy!mattheo riddle x fem reader warnings ; 18+ mdni, unprotected p in v, car sex, degradation (?), swearing cowboy!mattheo moodboard

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“knew you’d let me ruin you like this,” mattheo mutters, voice low and gravelly, his forehead pressed against yours as the truck rocks under the force of his thrusts. “all summer—teasin’ me with that sweet little mouth of yours, those fuckin’ dresses…” his words trail off into a groan, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise.  

you gasp, fingers curling into his shirt, the scent of sweat and cigarette smoke clinging to him like a second skin. “shut up, mattheo,” you hiss, but it’s breathless, your head tilting back against the seat as he hits a spot that makes your vision blur.  

he chuckles, the sound dark and taunting. “oh, i don’t think you want me to do that, sweetheart,” he drawls, one hand sliding down to grab your hip, pulling you harder onto him. “you like hearin’ how good you’re takin’ me, don’t you? like hearin’ how you’re drivin’ me fuckin’ insane.

you moan and your head tips back against the worn leather seat of his truck, the coolness of it a sharp contrast to the heat of his body pressed against yours. “you’re gonna get us caught, makin’ all that noise. family’s right across the damn street. am i making you feel that good?”

your nails dig into his shoulders, and he groans again, his hips slamming into yours with a ferocity that steals the air from your lungs. “you’re so full of yourself,” you bite out, though the way your voice shakes betrays any attempt at defiance.  

“full of myself?” mattheo repeats with a smirk, his dark eyes glinting in the faint light spilling through the truck windows. “nah, baby. you’re full of me.” his lips skim the curve of your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he leans in closer. “so long, i’ve been watchin’ you pretend you don’t feel this, like you’re not drippin’ for me every time i’m near you.”  

you clench around him, and the low growl that rumbles from his chest makes your stomach twist. “fuck you,” you whisper, though it’s weak, your hands sliding up to tangle in his messy curls.  

he grins, sharp and cocky, his thumb brushing over your lips before pressing into your mouth. “already are, sweetheart,” he taunts, his free hand gripping the back of your neck to keep you close. “you’re all bark, no bite.”  

his hips roll harder, deeper, and you bite down on his thumb, earning a hiss that quickly turns into a laugh. “feisty little thing,” he mutters, pulling his hand away to cup your jaw instead, forcing you to meet his gaze. “you want me to stop, sugar? tell me, and i will.”  

your fingers tighten around his bicep, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. he’s smirking now; you can feel it, the cocky bastard. you shake your head, swallowing back another sound when he rolls his hips just right, hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

“thought so,” he murmurs, pressing a rough kiss to your jaw before nipping at the sensitive skin. “you talk a big game, darlin’, but you don’t really want me to leave, do you?”  

you shake your head again, your breath hitching as his free hand slides down, gripping your thigh and hitching it higher around his waist. the angle makes you whimper, and mattheo chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending a fresh wave of heat through you.  

“that’s what i thought,” he mutters, his lips moving against your skin. “can’t get enough of me, huh? sneakin’ out to see me, lettin’ me fuck you like this with your mama’s curtains blowin’ in the window right there.”  

“mattheo—”  

“no, no,” he cuts you off, his tone sharp, but there’s a teasing edge to it, like he’s enjoying your desperation a little too much. “you don’t get to say my name like that unless you want the whole damn street hearin’ you. that what you want, sugar? your daddy stormin’ out here with his shotgun ‘cause his precious little girl couldn’t keep her legs closed?”  

“oh my god, shut up,” you snap, your face burning even hotter than before, but the way you clench around him gives you away.  

“mmm, i don’t think i will,” he drawls, dripping with smug satisfaction. “you love it when i talk dirty to you, don’t you? gets you all worked up, makes you wanna—”  

“mattheo, please,” you interrupt, your voice trembling, and his smirk softens just a little, something like affection flickering in his dark eyes as he leans in to kiss you.  

“please what, baby?” he whispers against your lips, his thrusts slowing just enough to drive you insane. “you gotta tell me what you want. i’m not a mind reader.”  

“don’t stop,” you manage, your voice barely more than a breath. “just— don’t stop.”  

“wasn’t plannin’ on it,” he murmurs, his lips curving into a grin as he picks up the pace again, each movement drawing a strangled gasp from your throat. “not ‘til you’re screamin’ for me, darlin’. let’s see if we can make that happen before the porch lights come on, yeah?”  

© leona-hawthorne 2025. please do not copy, translate or repost any of my writing.

KIRA KIRA KIRA!! YOU FUCKING GENIUS JSJSJSJSJ!! THIS WAS SO HOT BUT I WAS SO MAD READING IT, I’M GOING TO KISS YOUR FACE AND BRAIN RN 🏃‍♀️

"such a slut f'me... always ready, huh? wet like a bitch..."

i need your ability to write smut and dirty talk— teach me your ways RIGHT NOW

"enjoy while you can, piccola,"

oh bb i’m ENJOYING IT 🙂‍↕️ need that

"this is a present, just so you know, yeah? don't think i'm gonna give you my mouth fully, baby, that's your sister's."

HE MADE MAD HORNY AND MAD IN A SPACE OF 5 SECONDS, HOW HOW?! BYE I’M KICKING HIS ASS

"you like the exact same things as her. almost like you're sisters or something?"

i would slap him so hard, this sexy mf 🤺

"nuh-uh, baby. theodore for you,"

kira…you’re so mean omg 😭

"you sounded better between my legs," — "that's what she says too,"

blocking you… real

10/10 and i need therapy 🧑‍🦯‍➡️

bf!sister theo eating you out on your birthday as a gift

fun fact: sister’s bf!theo is double the munch as the usual theo, and i think we all understand why

warnings: 18+ smut, oral (f receiving), degrading, implied intox, cursing

"don’t worry, amore, i’ll get her to her room."

"thanks, teddy, you’re the best."

theo placed a chaste kiss on your sister’s lips, looking all parts sympathetic. you frowned, your eyes darting between her and her boyfriend, wondering what they were even on about. it was your birthday, and you didn’t even have that much to drink – a couple of champagne glasses and just starting on shots. however, nott’s smirk that appeared as soon as he turned his face away from your sister told you everything you needed to know.

that was how you ended up splayed out on your bed, panting and biting your bottom lip to stifle your moans as your sister’s boyfriend slowly but surely devoured your dripping pussy. it was different today – not the usual hurried haste of your encounters, all dry humping and jerking off, but something slower, almost… gentle. you’d heard your sister gushing about theo’s oral skills multiple times, and finally, finally you could see for yourself, albeit it wasn’t really your initiative.

"such a slut f’me… always ready, huh? wet like a bitch…"

yeah, almost was the key word.

you grabbed a fistful of theo’s hair, pressing his face deeper between your thighs to shut him up – he liked running his mouth way too much when it was way more useful for other things. theo rolled his eyes, giving your inner thigh a light slap before wrapping his lips around your clit and giving it a firm suck, making your body arch off the bed from the sheer pleasure of it. your hand flew to your mouth, covering up a moan that threatened to escape, which only made theo smirk like an absolute bastard.

"can’t even stay quiet. pathetic, bambina, really," he murmured against your folds, but his face ended up being shoved into you once more, your grip on his – stupid – curls tightening. he hissed but eagerly returned to work, his tongue swirling around your sensitive clit and lapping up your juices that started staining the sheets underneath.

but he just couldn’t shut up, could he? "enjoy while you can, piccola," theo mumbled once again, each of his words interrupted by the slurping sounds of his lips collecting all your arousal into his mouth. "this is a present, just so you know, yeah? don’t think i’m gonna give you my mouth fully, baby, that’s your sister’s."

his infuriating smirk seeped into his voice, which only made you want to rip his hair out, and you probably would had you not been so fucking close.

"shut your damn mouth, teddy,” you breathlessly retorted, trying to match his mocking, though it wasn’t as easy with his tongue getting back to your swollen clit that throbbed with pleasure.

"nuh-uh, baby. theodore for you," he teased, but your fingertips digging into his scalp let him know that if he didn’t make you cum right that moment, he’d end up with a pretty nasty bald patch. he chuckled, slipping his tongue into your clenching entrance, pressing into the spongy flesh of your walls in a way that made you bite on your palm. your orgasm started trickling down his chin in a few seconds, and you’d be embarrassed of the speed which he managed to tip you over the edge with if you were still in your right mind.

"it’s so fucking easy with you, huh," theo hummed, pretending to be deep in thought as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "you like the exact same things as her. almost like you’re sisters or something?"

there was that smirk again. you gritted your teeth, giving him a shove to get him off your bed already – he was definitely overstaying his welcome.

"you sounded better between my legs,” you quipped, your voice finally starting to steady after the mind blowing orgasm this fucker managed to give you. so your sister definitely wasn’t lying–

"that’s what she says too," theo answered, giving you a sly wink as he climbed off the bed, accompanied by your slipper hitting his back with a quiet thud. he pretended to clutch his back, even though he wasn’t really hurt, and lingered at the door, giving you one last irritating, annoying, downright fucking exasperating look. "happy birthday, piccola. now i’m gonna give my girl a present too, for having such a slut as a sister."

» au ; more

this warmed my heart so much, omfg. it was so cutesy, and the way you could put all his character traits into a fluffy story was just chef’s kiss. i’m going to kiss you jsjsjsjsjsjsj

Smutmas 2024 | ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ʀᴏꜱɪᴇʀ ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

I Appreciate You.

Short summary: After some persuasion, Tom joins you for Christmas dinner. Only then he finds out your parents haven’t exactly treated you well and seizes the opportunity to show you what it means to be truly appreciated.

Warnings: nothing, just fluff (for now…)

A/N: I have entered a bad case of writing block halfway through this, so I cut it short. I AM SORRY. I’ll take a day or two off and write a pt 2☹️

wordcount: 1,6k

Tom and you have been friends for a while – or rather study accomplices, as he would call it. Though lately, you have grown closer. Oddly close, at least if you knew Riddle, who wasn’t one to interact with others unless it served a purpose. You have known that from the beginning, so it never really appeared to you why he would be different towards you exactly – but you weren’t going to complain about someone tutoring you after all – someone who was equally as smart as pretty.

“You forgot pearl dust.” he sighs in disappointment, not looking up as he fidgets with his quill. “Tom it’s been two hours, my head is a mess. Let’s take a break?”

His gaze flicks from his quill to your eyes and stares at you briefly before speaking up. “I don’t take breaks. If you want me to keep being generous enough to help you, you do it my way.”

That’s how it goes every single time. You don’t argue against it – you just do what he says. The desperation to become better at Potions is greater than your ego after all and you have also come to notice it is better not to talk back to him. The last time you did, he wouldn’t even speak to you for two weeks after.

Tom clears his throat and you return your focus to the present. “It’s been an unnecessarily long time since you have started staring at me. Focus on your textbook.”

“Right, right! Sorry.” Your cheeks heat up and you repeat the brewing process from the beginning.

After what feels like an eternity, he is satisfied – as much as he could be. Tom obviously is never fully satisfied, always has something to criticize that you didn’t do right, something he says you would need to work on the next time you two meet to study.

There was always going to be a next time.

As you two pack up, you see house elves working on the Christmas decorations just outside the library, putting up a pine tree and some red and golden ornaments. It’s the Thursday before winter break, and you would soon go home to spend the time with your family. They have told you to bring a friend, though all of them have declined so far. You would just go alone. Until – well, you think about Tom.

“Uh, I actually have one more question.” You start, turning to face him. He raises his eyebrows expectantly signalling you to continue. “Soooo, I have been wanting to ask you whether you wanted to join me for Christmas dinner at home. My parents have asked me to bring someone along.”

“We aren’t friends. Besides that, I don’t celebrate Christmas.”

That’s exactly the answer you assumed he’d give, but you weren’t going to give up that easily. Your family has been talking about him often lately, about the Gaunt family, purebloods just like you. All the things they say you don’t understand anyway. It’s been like that since you were born, they always favoured your older brother over you. You have stopped arguing against it.

“Come on, Tom! It’s just a dinner, one evening. I know you don’t usually leave Hogwarts for Christmas break, I just wanted to give you the opportunity to meet my parents. They have been talking about you.”

He contemplates for a moment then. He is aware that his family, at least his mother’s side, has caught people’s attention. Apparently also the Rosiers’. Rosier family, part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. It would only be to his benefit to get to know them personally. And he hated admitting it, but lately - he has found himself strangely intrigued by you. A smart girl, who wouldn’t normally need his tutoring, not if he didn’t tell you to come back every week for another lesson.

“I suppose I will think about it. If I decide for it, I will join you at the train station.”

Your lips curl into a bright smile. “Thank you, Tommy! You are the best.”

He sighs. “How often have I told you to stop calling me that?”

“Sorry, sorry! I am just super excited to introduce you. They have been pestering me with questions about your mother’s family.”

You swear you see a slight spark in his eyes at the mention of his mother, though his usual stern expression returns just a second later. “Have a good evening.” he replies and leaves you behind at the library without saying another word.

-

There has not been a single sign of Tom when you board the train. Secretly you have hoped he would come and join you, though as soon as you leave the station you find yourself at peace with the fact you’d be going home alone for the break. The scenery shifts as you look out of the window, a thick layer of snow covering the otherwise green Scottish Highlands. You see deer scavenging for any grass they can find, scraping at the frozen ground with their hooves, the nearby hares’ white winter fur blending in perfectly with the scenery.

There aren’t too many students in your wagon, meaning you get to have a compartment all for yourself. Just like normally, your eyes grow tired, voices around you turning into a blur, and you fall asleep.

It wasn’t long until someone clearing their throat, taking a seat next to you woke you again. “So, what’s for dinner?” he asks, and you turn to face him.

Your face lights up at the sight of the person in front of you. “Tom! I am so happy you decided to come along!”

“I suppose it’s a welcome opportunity to connect with another renowned family.” he replies, and you nod, though slightly disappointed. “Of course.”

The rest of the journey, both of you don’t speak much. It’s a weird energy between you, something you don’t quite recognize. You are glad – as glad as you could be, knowing your family awaits you just outside – when the train arrives at your station. Both of you get off, and your mother’s and father’s faces light up at the sight of, not you, but Tom. They greet him first, ask him how the journey has been.

It’s only when you arrive at home that they ask you to help prepare dinner while Tom’s being shown around the manor. Even at dinner they won’t let him be and you wonder whether it was a good decision to bring him home with you.

In a moment of silence, your mother first looks at you, then at him. A smile forms on her face, something you only rarely get to see and you wonder what may be behind it.

“We are so glad you have decided to join us. Our daughter really couldn’t have chosen a better boyfriend.”

Oh.

You feel your heart drop in your chest at her words. They must have misunderstood the situation. Your cheeks heat up and you see Tom’s face changing into one of confusion.

Trying to save the evening, you quickly try to explain. “No it’s- we are not-“

“I am pleased to hear I am meeting your expectations.”

Tom’s words cut you off, and for a moment you aren’t sure whether you have heard him correctly. You blink a few times and shoot him a confused look, and he smiles at you.

Smiles.

You nod quickly, lowering your gaze onto the plate in front of you as you feel your cheeks heat up. For the rest of the evening, you don’t say much, even when you all gather around the Christmas tree. They ask questions about your relationship, which only Tom answers. He sits next to you and as the night progresses, his hand wanders up your lower back, snaking around your waist. You visibly shiver at his touch but decide to play along.

As soon as everyone has excused themselves to bed, you move away a little, escaping his grip. “Tom, I am sorry, they must have completely misunderstood.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize.”

“No really I-“

“Sshhh.” he whispers, his face inching closer to yours then, capturing you in a tender kiss. His hand rests on the back of your head, softly pressing you against him. You inhale deeply as you break apart, your eyes trailing up from his lips to his eyes. It’s only the candles on the Christmas tree that shine a dim light on both of your forms, yet you are able to make out the changed look on his face.

“We shouldn’t.” you murmur, shaking your head.

“I see the way you look at me in the library. And you perfectly know why I want to keep meeting you. Yet both of us are too stubborn to admit it.”

Though you hate to admit it, he’s right.

“I just didn’t think you would like someone like me.”

Tom huffs. “You never acknowledge your worth, and I suspect that is what your parents have taught you. They don’t see your potential. They diminish your achievements. Why do you let them?” he asks, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

“I have stopped caring a long while ago. You know how it is.”

Tom doesn’t reply after that, though his hand continues running up and down your back soothingly. You stay like this for a while, until he slowly turns his head, facing you.

“I will show them what it means to appreciate you.”

His voice is low and controlled as his face is a mere inch away from yours, his breath warm on your skin.

“I will show you what it means to be appreciated.”

i’m so lonely it’s not even funny bye 😞

i like you, i do, from vi

ᰔ pairing . . . m. townsend !

ᰔ in which . . vi shows you random chats between the emotion reader & his partner

ᰔ . . . michael townsend + bf texts !

ᰔ category . . . fluff , smau , requested!

ᰔ tags . . . emotionally unreadable but secretly soft. sarcastic flirting. established relationship. smug boyfriend lol. reader being done™ but smitten. cereal is not soup discourse. emotionally intelligent teasing. chaotic texting. “shut up” means “i love you”. michael knows your tells. flustered!reader agenda. late-night banter. slowburn energy but post-burn. michael being annoying in love. use of "and" because "&" did not look good.

ᰔ look around . . . m. list && the naturals m. list

────── vi whispers . . . ᰔ

001. i only made four bc it's three in the morning rn💔💔

002. the naturals girlies... wake up... your uh. idk. mommy is back

003. tbh lercyswlrd is the mom

004. but let's pretend it's me..

005. im sorry for leaving y'all... i bought wine..

© MINORLYATFAULT 2025

‘i love ari’s brain’ y’all say in unison, but i screamed until my throat is sour 🤲🏻

"this does not mean that i'm submissive for you, riddle." you mutter, causing an amused smile to dance on his lips, but he doesn't reply. he doesn't need to, because he knows the real truth.

i love, , love, love how she tries to defy him, but he still knows she’s his no matter what she says 🙂‍↕️

your words are immediately cut off when the blade presses into your thigh, digging deep into the skin. you hiss at the painful, sharp sensation, your hands reaching for the sheets to steady yourself as you feel tom slowly carve letters into your soft skin- T.M.R.

i’ve never been so wet in my entire life, bye — 🚶‍♀️

HE CLAIMED HER AND HE SAID ‘PERFECT’ I’M DEAD, in a good way.

NINE. knifeplay — tom riddle

warnings — smut 18+. enemy!tom. knifeplay (carving). blood. you are responsible for your own media consumption.

kinkmas mlist. more.

“sit still.” tom orders, his tone sharp and icy. he drags the knife along your bare skin, making you shiver at the sensation before leaving you trembling on the bed to lock the door. you’re well aware you got yourself in this situation— pressing your enemy’s buttons until he had to drag you to his room.

you expected him to simply intimidate you though, to show you who holds the power between you two— and well, he did. just not in the way you expected, as he twirls the shiny, reflective knife around in his hand, approaching you with an air of authority and purpose exuding from him.

“look at you. so submissive just for me… and your trembling body— so delicate and fragile.” he growls, cocking one brow as his eyes rake over your body on his bed, your skirt flipped up and your damp panties exposed. you don’t know where this sudden desire to let him take control came from— maybe you wanted him to be in control for once, to see what he was capable of.

“this does not mean that i’m submissive for you, riddle.” you mutter, causing an amused smile to dance on his lips, but he doesn’t reply. he doesn’t need to, because he knows the real truth. he takes the knife and presses it against your inner thigh, prompting you to spread your legs wider, and you obediently do, surprising yourself once again.

feeling the cold blade against your bare skin makes you swallow hard, and he slowly presses it into your flesh, gauging how you react to the touch of the sharp metal. despite glaring at him with narrowed, defiant eyes, you don’t protest one bit, letting him drag the knife over your body, only prompting him to take a step further.

“tom wait—” you stammer, starting to feel a slight tinge of hesitation, but your words are immediately cut off when the blade presses into your thigh, digging deep into the skin. you hiss at the painful, sharp sensation, your hands reaching for the sheets to steady yourself as you feel tom slowly carve letters into your soft skin— T.M.R.

fresh, crimson drops of blood trickle down from the open wounds onto his white sheets, staining them, and he admires the sight before him as if he’s observing an unique, yet beautiful art piece.

“perfect.” he murmurs, his low voice still devoid of any emotion and his icy, dark eyes fixed on the fresh wounds on your thighs. he inches closer to you, casting a dark shadow over your body on the bed, before placing the knife right under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“if they start to fade, i expect you know where to find me. don’t make me have to come find you again.”

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