Breed Me

see, i love breakfast time 🤲🏻 mean theo, it was just that i needed to start the day, and make me wake up 100% #%^# need him so bad it’s insane

his tongue is sharpened by years and years of endless exercising of his wit;

but the rarest moments behind close doors, when his lips trail down your neck

see i’m ready to be used by mean theo

── .ᡣ𐭩 BULLY!THEO

ᡣ𐭩 bully!theo – your bully who mocks and taunts you every single chance he gets, and does so ruthlessly. his tongue is sharpened by years and years of endless exercising of his wit; his words cut deep, tugging at every single string you thought to have hidden. but the rarest moments behind close doors, when his lips trail down your neck and praises are whispered against your skin, leave your heart drumming wildly against your chest and your mind swirling with dozens of unanswered questions…

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Santa’s Little Tease

12 Days of Dickmas - Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Roleplaying in the new lingerie your boyfriend got you certainly gets spicy👀

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, chars 18+, modern au, dom!theo, bf!theo, dombf!theo, rough sex, anal, slight roleplaying, lingerie, clit stim, slight spitting, spanking, degrading, dirty talk, dom&sub

—Smack smack smack!- The sound of Theo’s heavy palm swatting across your ass echoed around the room. Feeling the burn spread across your cheeks.

Meanwhile, Theo was balls deep inside of your ass. Your bright red and green lace elf lingerie rode up your back as he mercilessly plowed deep inside of you.

Feeling the way your knuckles already started to turn white from gripping the bedsheets so fucking hard. “God— I love fucking your tight little hole-“

Theo physically spat down onto his cock and your ass— getting it even wetter as he used you to his liking. You turned your head back to look at him.

“F-fuck! I love it when you—“

Your words got cut off as you felt Theodore snake his hand around your body, firmly pressing down on your swollen clit. The room swirled with your moans.

The way your body tensed and clenched around his length was driving your boyfriend mad— holding back his climax as much as he could. “What was that? My naughty elf seems to have lost her words hm?”

Taunting you and incorporating the little bit of roleplay from the lingerie he had bought you— You were a babbling mess of bliss. Feeling his fingers run faster on your cluster of nerves.

“I-I— just feels s-so good!”

Managing to squeak out your words, you perked your ass higher for Theodore. Anal was something you both loved and did quite often. Being something of a kink for both of you.

Another loud and hard smack landed on your already reddened ass cheek. Wincing from the pain he railed inside of you even harder. “So good hm, Tesoro?— Dirty fuckin’ girl.”

An orgasm was approaching you— and quickly at that. The mix of anal, clit stimulation, and Theodore’s dirty talk in that thick Italian accent? Fucking Hell—

“Your dirty girl, Teddy— Fuck! Please don’t stop— Please!” You begged your boyfriend who was already drilling into you like a fucking jackhammer. “Stop?— Cazzo- I wouldn’t even think of stopping…Gonna cum for me, hm? Cum for me like the little anal slut you are?”

It was almost too overstimulating— In the best way possible. “Y-yes! Yes— Fuck I’m gonna—“ Your moans turned to screams as you felt yourself hit a very intense and pleasurable orgasm.

Your body convulsed from the euphoria that streamed throughout your body but Theo kept his rough pace, not even a glimmer of him stopping. Wanting you to feel nothing but pleasure throughout your entire climax.

“What’s my girl want hm?— Where do you want my cum?”

Theo asked, still not stopping, still going hard inside of you. Your mascara was practically dripping down your face by now, letting out a little groan before replying. “I- Fuck! I want it inside of me— please…pleasepleaseplease!”

Begging him like the good and obedient little sub you are, your boyfriend couldn’t help but smirk down at the marvelous view of you. “Fuck— Don’t have to tell me twice, bambina-“

Growling out his words, he pounded into you even faster. Something you weren’t even sure was humanly possible. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head while you felt your body go spiritual in a sense.

“Gonna fill up that perfect little hole of yours— my little anal slut- fuck— I’m gonna fill you up, Tesoro— Cazzo-“

On the 10th day of Dickmas we get…Anal, just…Anal hehehe👀🎁

Hope my bbys enjoyed! Thank you for being patient during the holidays and since I’m on vacation!

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Love all my smut sluts so much! Hope everyone had a happy new year💋

Locker Room Relief

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Filled with anxiety before a big game, you help Theo…relax and release some tension👀 This is my hockey!theo series. If you haven’t already, check out pt.1 & pt.2!

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, MDNI, chars 18+, modern au, pro hockey au, hockey!theo, dom!theo, semi-public, oral, blowjob, throatfucking, praising, degrading, dirty talk, teasing, swallowing, dom&sub, slight slapping, Theo destroying our throat

Saturday night had arrived and you were eager to head to Theodore’s game. He invited you to come watch him play stating nothing would make him happier. Between the texts and hangouts, you were growing more and more feelings toward the Italian.

Walking into the ice arena, the crowd was roaring and the bleachers were packed. But that’s when you recognized one of his friends approaching you. Enzo or Lorenzo. Something like that.

“Hey…Nott is kinda…In his head or somethin’- you mind talking to him?” Enzo asked through a heavy breath as he approached you. Concern washed over your features. You were aware this was a pretty big fucking game. “Uh…Yeah, of course. Where is he at?”

The second you asked the question Lorenzo nodded his head toward the locker rooms. Not waiting for another second, you stormed off toward the door and entered the locker room. “Theo? Hello? Are you in here?”

Walking deeper inside the dimly lit locker room, the sounds of the massive crowd were muffled now. Then you saw him, sitting on a bench with his face slammed into his palms. His leg bounced against the concrete floor.

“Theo…Oh, sweet thing…What’s wrong?”

Whispering out your words, you approached the Italian. Kneeling between his legs you removed his hands from his face. Your eyes locked on his and that’s when you could see it. Nervousness. Anxiety. Worry.

“Fuck…I don’t know- Our opponents…They’re definitely fuckin’ good-“ Theo’s tone was shaky, and you gave him a sympathetic smile. Nodding your head as you took his strong hands within yours. “Hey- it’ll be okay. You’re a fucking great player! I know you’ll do an amazing job…”

Your smile grew a bit as a grin tugged on Theodore’s lips. He let out a low chuckle and kept his ocean gaze on yours. “Thank you, amore…I’m just so damn nervous…” His Italian accent rolled off of his tongue while he glanced away for a moment.

However, an idea struck you. Perhaps not the best but it would definitely give him some kind of encouragement. “Well…I can help…give you some luck—“ A giggle freed between your lips as you fell to your knees, your hands tracing down to his pants.

Theodore raised a brow while a sly smirk danced on his face. “Oh? Some luck you say, huh?” His voice now low and dangerous, you bit down on your lower lip as you shimmed off his pants and boxers.

His throbbing erection popped out as he leaned back on the bench and a little gasp released your lips. “See…Let’s get rid of some of this tension, baby…” A seductive whisper, you wrapped your hands around his massive cock.

Slowly stroking it as first, Theo groaned, wrapping your hair up in a ponytail as he pushed you closer to his length. “I really…really need that release, Cara Mia- Fuck—“ Giggling at his words, you didn’t make him wait much longer. Kissing his precum-stained tip, teasing Theo, his grip on your silky hair only tightened. “You and your teasing…Imma destroy that pretty throat of yours-“ Wetness pooled between your thighs while you spread your lips, slowly taking in his cock.

Gazing up at Theo with submissive doe eyes, he felt as if he could explode in your mouth right then and there. Bobbing your head faster by the second, he tilted his head back. Taking in all of the pleasure.

“Faster- open up that pretty throat of yours, amore—“

Through his more spastic moans, you obeyed, trying to relax your throat muscles. However, the moment you did, Theodore wrapped his other hand in your locks before going to town and thrusting himself in your mouth.

Tears welled up in your eyes while he mercilessly fucked your throat, feeling as if it was spreading for his length. Sure as hell wouldn’t have a voice after this. All in all, you fucking loved it. “Dick-sucking slut— Huh? My dick-sucking slut— Fuck…that throat feels too damn good-“

The degradation, the praising, you swore you could finish from that alone. Taking his entire cock down your throat, you managed to keep your gaze on his. And Theo’s view?

Mascara dripping down your face, glossed over submissive eyes. He could hardly contain it. —Slap!- With a quick flick of his palm, he swatted across your face but only slightly, his smirk growing. “Such a mess for me aren’t you, Tesoro?”

Taunting you as he drilled down your throat you managed to muffle a moan “-Mmhmmmm—“ Enjoying every second of this. Suddenly, you could feel Theo’s cock twitching between your throat.

“-Cazzo— Imma…Imma cum down that pretty throat…You better swallow every last drop, got it?”

He spoke through his intense panting while you managed to nod your head. After a few more thrusts, Theo jolted, a loud growl emitting from his chest. Feeling his warm sticky cum coat all over your throat and of course, swallowing every bit of it.

That doe-eyed gaze remained up on the player, he slowly pulled out of your mouth and took his thumb to whip some drool from your lips. “Gods— You’re fuckin’ amazing, amore…” Breathing out, he pressed his lips softly to yours and helped you up.

“Did that help?” You asked him through a soft giggle while he grabbed a clean towel and helped wipe up and clean your face. “Oh…It sure as hell did, Tesoro-“ Smirking, he chuckled lowly and gave you one last kiss.

You both walked slowly toward the door of the locker room. The crowd still going wild. Theo looked back at you once more and shot you a cheeky winky that made your heart flutter.

“You’re my good luck charm-“

Ahhhh part three!!! I hope y’all enjoyed hehehe I can’t wait for more hockey!theo🫦

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Love my naughty nymphs💋✨

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 love when ari posts something bc i finally have a reason to drool over her without being weird, because—i mean look at this—it’s fucking amazing

"the world has two kinds of people: those who are prey and those who know how to hunt. guess which one i am."

well i will gladly be the prey, momma 🙂‍↕️

has one great weakness- her bloodlust. no matter how controlled she seems, her craving for fresh human blood is always lurking beneath the surface.

ok i might 💦💦 a lot reading the future works about my new gf (i’m here for it!)

but seriously this is so so good, and your description ARE SO FUCKING DETAILED AND BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN

⊹ ࣪ ˖ introducing vampire!reader… ⊹ ࣪ ˖

vampire!reader… is fierce, cunning and dangerously charming. she isn’t just strong— she’s smart and manipulative when necessary. she can seduce, deceive, and destroy with a smile, doing whatever needs to be done— no guilt, no hesitation, even if that means violence. she always knows how to outsmart people.

“the world has two kinds of people: those who are prey and those who know how to hunt. guess which one i am.”

vampire!reader… has a hidden soft side buried deep, but no one gets to see it unless they’ve truly earned it. she’ll burn the world before she lets anyone control her. she doesn’t trust easily, and is convinced that anyone who gets too close either want something from her or will eventually betray her.

“i’ve been called many things—monster, seductress, survivor—but never weak.”

vampire!reader… has many abilities. she can snap a human’s neck in an instant, and a fight with her is over before it begins— she’s too fast for most to react. with heightened senses, she can hear whispered secrets from across the room. the scent of fear? or the sound of a heartbeat speeding up? she can sense it all.

“immortality is a game, and i always win.”

vampire!reader… has one great weakness— her bloodlust. no matter how controlled she seems, her craving for fresh human blood is always lurking beneath the surface. the longer she goes without feeding, the more reckless she becomes. and when hunger takes over? even she can’t predict what she’ll do.

“be careful, darling. i bite.”

OKAY…SOPH SAY LESS AND HOLD MY HAND ??? I’M SO FUCKING READY

INCUBUS!MATTHEO ᯓ★

Incubus!Mattheo is the kind of mythological creature to stray from common folklore. He's seductive, sharp-tongued, and deadly. His sweet words enrapture every woman he sets his eyes on; but his touch is pointed like a knife, and his presence alone is enough to kill.

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I WANT TO DELETE THAT SHIT OMFG

every time i see you posted, i have to wait to sit and read because i can’t let anyone see my reaction reading your masterpieces (i don’t act like a proper lady), and you fucking ate every time. i swear that if you write a one-shot the size of a bible, i would read it in two minutes.

"it'll feel so good baby, trust me." he reaches his hand to your head that's turned towards him, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek as his soft brown eyes stare deeply into yours.

i would 💦 on the spot—bye (i need him so bad)

"does that feel good? hmm?" he asks, but you are so drowned in pleasure

idk mattheo, we need to try it out :(

"gonna fill you up so good, princess, make sure you're leaking my cum from every. single. hole, all day long."

OMFG, WUGAYSGSHAG BYE —

i need a cup of tea

this was AMAZING, thank YOU.

SIX. anal — mattheo riddle

warnings — smut 18+. anal sex. mentions of (unprotected) vaginal sex and creampies.

kinkmas mlist. more.

“hey, i promise i’ll go slow.” mattheo reassures you, though it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself than you, because the sight in front of him—you on your knees, your ass inches away from his erection, and your pussy dripping with his cum from the round prior—makes him lose all his self-control.

“it’ll feel so good baby, trust me.” he reaches his hand to your head that’s turned towards him, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek as his soft brown eyes stare deeply into yours. your own hazy eyes look back at him, your hair tousled and your legs trembling from mattheo fucking your cunt until it’s sore and leaking his cum— but still, he isn’t done yet.

you aren’t new to anal play at all, though. mattheo occasionally buys you all kinds of cute butt plugs, expanding your already extensive collection, slowly pushing them into you while he’s fucking you. and god, it always felt incredible. so you are more than thrilled to try anal sex, although logically, you still feel a small twinge of nervousness.

“i know it will matt, and i’m ready. please, fuck me.” mattheo groans at your eager words while gazing down at you impatiently wiggling your ass in front of him, a smirk spreading on his face and his lust filled eyes darkening. his hand instantly flies to the bottle of lube on the nightstand, clumsily knocking everything else over, making you shake your head in amused disbelief.

“fuuuuck.” he drawls in a raspy tone while eagerly spreading your cheeks, his pupils dilating at the sight. you shiver when the cold lube makes contact with your skin, as mattheo spreads a generous amount of both lube and his sperm—gathered from your dripping cunt—all over your tight hole, preparing you for his cock.

you then feel his erection nudge at your entrance, causing your muscles to instinctively tense up at the new, intimidating feeling. mattheo notices immediately and gently runs his soft fingers over your bare back, his feathery touch making you let out a deep breath as your body begins to relax.

with both hands on your hips, he slowly pushes into you, entering you inch by inch, your tight hole wrapping tightly around him. your nails instinctively rake along the delicate fabric of the satin sheets, desperately tugging at them at this new, overwhelming sensation you are experiencing.

you immediately notice how different it feels from vaginal sex— yet so heavenly. an undeniable, sharp pain at the stretch courses through your body, but the pleasure quickly overshadows that, prompting you push your ass back against him, craving more until he’s completely inside of you, so incredibly deep.

“holy fucking shit. look at you baby, takin’ all of me like a good girl. and so… fucking… tight.” mattheo growls, as clouded by sheer ecstasy as you are, his hands gripping your hips in a way that will undoubtedly leave bruises on your skin, before carefully thrusting into you. with each deep thrust, more cum drips out of your pussy, making a mess all over your trembling thighs and the bedsheets.

“does that feel good? hmm?” he asks, but you are so drowned in pleasure, you can’t even seem to form a coherent sentence, humming into the plush pillow with your eyes squeezed shut. noticing that you’re enjoying it, mattheo quickens his pace, his balls lightly smacking against your dripping cunt and clit with each thrust, only intensifying the immense pleasure coursing through your body.

“that’s it, baby. good girl.” mattheo praises, his hand firmly pushing your head deeper into the pillow, while his other hand occasionally slaps your ass, your loud, high-pitched moans muffled by the soft fabric. your back arches as every thrust hits parts so deep inside of you, causing your cunt to clench around nothing as his balls continue to roughly slap against it, his hips snapping harshly against yours.

“gonna fill you up so good, princess, make sure you’re leaking my cum from every. single. hole, all day long.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

i'm here - joey lynch x reader

pairing: joey lynch x fem!reader

warnings: flufffffff, swearing + a lil angst

a/n: BELLE BELLE BELLE DO YOU SEE ME?? IM WRITING JOEY LYNCH FICS FOR YOU!! LOVE YOU POOKIE <33 (i've kept this surprisingly spoiler free as well!!) also pls ignore my delusional ass over here writing fics late at night-

joey lynch is a protector.

its his way of being. he's been that way all his life. constantly looking after his siblings when their parents couldn't.

so you take it upon yourself to be joey's protector - much to his disgruntlement.

so when you find the space next to you on your bed empty and cold. you know he's having nightmares again.

fighting with your very sleepy brain - which should shut up by the way - you roll out of bed, wrap a discarded blanket from your shrek movie marathon earlier and go in search for joey.

the nightmares aren't a regular thing - not anymore at least, that you are very grateful for - but when they do plague joey he falls into the downward spiral of think he's not good enough for you. which of course is absolute nonsense.

pulling the blanket tighter around you, you slip out through the balcony door and out into the crisp night where a shirtless and haunted looking joe sits with his head in his hands on a half broken chair - curtsey of the hotel you were staying in.

"hey you," you say softly approaching him. you're eyes definitely don't stray down to his bare chest... not at allllll.

joey's head snaps up, noticing you for the first time. "hey, what are you doing out here? go back to bed baby."

shaking your head you determinedly open the blanket and wrap it around him wincing at the coldness of his skin. how long has he been out here?

"nahh, if you're out here so am i."

joey already knowing that there is no point in arguing with you, stands up and picks you up bridal style, blanket and all bringing you back inside and gently places you back on your bed before closing the door again.

he busies himself fixing the duvet cover and pillows on the bed ignoring the knowing looks you're sending him.

"joe."

he looks at you. "y/n."

"do you want to talk about it?"

"no."

"joe."

he's quiet for a bit probably contemplating what he should tell you.

"it was the same one." his voice is quiet, soft. you know joey doesn't like talking about these dreams so you don't push it. "but different this time." he takes a deep breath and looks at you with resigned eyes. "i lost you. cause of the... cause of the...."

"i know," you whisper. unwrapping yourself from the blanket, rounding the bed and coming to stand in front of the broken boy in front of you.

"but hey," your eyes fill with tears as you look at the defeated look in his eyes. he really believes that it could be true. he really believes that you would- could leave him. "i'm here. and i'm not going anywhere. joe- joe look at me." when he refuses you step closer between his legs and cup his face. "joseph lynch, you look at me."

joey's pained eyes meet yours and your heart breaks for him. for the amount of shit he's been through. for all the years he had no one to turn to. now he has you, and you have every intention of making sure that joey lynch is fucking loved and cared for.

"i love you. and it would take a very very very big group of people to take me away from you- even then don't get your hopes up because believe it or not joey there is something in my soul that is connected to yours and in every life time, every life time i will find you." you press a soft kiss to his forehead. "so don't even think for one second that i'm going to leave you. you're my joey. and i don't plan on giving you up. so im sorry but you're kinda stuck with me."

joey's eyes shine with barely restrained love as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in, squeezing your waist tightly.

"i love you baby," he whispers against your midriff. "so much."

running your hands through his blonde hair you press a kiss to his head, "love you too baby."

you stay that way for a while, joey wrapped tightly around you and you pressing soft kisses to his head until joey leans back taking you with him.

"joey!" you laugh toppling over on top of him.

"yes?" he hums as he adjusts you both so you're facing each other with your legs intertwined.

"nothing," you smile and press a kiss to the tip of his nose, his green eyes shining beautifully in the moonlight.

joey grins and pulls you closer by the waist pressing a soft, yearning kiss to your lips.

you both fall asleep to your hushed whispers in the dark, promises and loving kisses.

"love you baby..."

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a/n pt2: THE WAY I NEED ME SOME JOEY LYNCH IS UNFORGIVABLE sleep delusion reaaaally got to me at the end there- hope you liked it babes <33

‘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.

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“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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