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vanilla - m.r (his pov)
his pov. bear with me - i'm still getting the hang of the male mind. smut. mdni. xoxo
Jesus fucking Christ. You’re so god damn pretty. Like, am I even worthy of being in the same universe as you? Hell no. Just. Fuck. You smell like vanilla. It’s beautiful. Vanilla and whatever alcohol it is you’ve been sipping on for the better half of the night… vodka? Gin perhaps? It’s something fruity. A berry. Sweet. I can almost taste it on your skin and it’s delicious and so are you and ugh! Stop. Just. Bear with me. For whatever ungodly reason, which trust me – I’m not complaining about; you’ve got a leg on either side of my own, your nails are clawing through my shirt down my chest and fuckkk.. if you kiss my neck one more God damn time, I swear, I’ll lose all fucking self-control. Not that you wouldn’t want me to. Trust me.
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girls be like "i know a spot" and then keep you in their hearts forever
dorms - t.n
short; like sub 400 words. cheating. oral. best friends bed. fuck it. mdni xo
You’re lounging lazily on Mattheo’s bed; his girlfriend by claim and nothing more. Your skirt is riding up your thighs as you play on your phone, skin still tingling from how he had his hands on you last night. Usually the dorm is spiced with Mattheo’s cologne but right now, all you can smell is the faint must of Theo’s aftershave and fuck. It’s making your head spin. Mattheo’s out tonight – on some late-night errand run with Draco, leaving you here in a cozy clutter of laundry he’s yet to put away and piles of unread books. Across the room, Theo stretches out on his bed; all lean lines and lazy smirks which you know all too well. The two of you have danced around this little tease before.
“I bet Mattheo doesn’t know how hot you look when he’s not around huh?” Theo’s murmur is low – his voice smooth. He tosses the lighter he’s been playing with to the end of the bed before he sits up; gaze tracing from your ankles up your legs; all the way to your lips making you roll your eyes, but you can’t deny the warm flush that’s creeping up your neck. “Bet he’d be fucking jealous if he knew...” Before you know it, Theo’s crossed the space to make himself comfortable between your thighs; his grin wild, a soft hand to your chest easing you back onto Mattheo’s sheets and the best you can do to combat the situation is simply give in. Shit like this just isn’t worth fighting.
His chuckles are warm, rich; playful. You bite your lip and warn Theo to stop teasing; but quicker than you expect his fingers slip around the waist band of your panties and they’re sliding down your knees with a simple tug. You gasp as his breath works hot and high up the inside of your thighs, encouraging your back to arch as his mouth presses onto you; tongue teasing your clit with the lightest of flicks. You claw at the sheets and whimper that you need more, and Theo’s oh so fucking happy to oblige. He likes nothing more than when you’re screaming, and Mattheo’s bed starts creaking beneath you. It’s wrong. Fuck they’re best friends. You however don’t care because you’re too damn lost in how fucking good his tongue feels.
Anonymous asked:
haaaiiiiiiii amber! off of discord. requesting enzo locker room sex pretty plz xxoxo
I knew this ask was about to come off the group chat I just had. I'm not great with writing Enzo so; go easy on me. Tagging @belovedenzo who may be able to write you something better xo
You're bent over a bench in the locker rooms; Draco's scarf hanging loosely around your neck. You're his girlfriend, the perfect little trophy; but right now, Enzo's fucking you raw, his quidditch gear rattling with each savage thrust. Your skirts bunched up high around your waist, panties snagged down around your ankles and his cock - fuck, thick and greedy, splitting you open as you dig your nails into the benches wood; moaning loud and shamelessly. It has started as a fucking bet. A dare. Could Enzo get you off quicker than Draco could make it out of the shower? Turns out - yeah, he fucking can. "Malfoy would fucking kill me for this.." His voice is lined with lust as his hands spread you wider as he slams in deeper. Not wanting to waste time. Your tits have jolted free from your bra tucked under your shirt, swaying with every hit you take. Your soaked, the countdown on to finish before your boyfriend returns and Lorenzo manages a groan of the words, "Look at you - fucking taking me so well like this", before his pace turns frantic; shattering you as a scream gets muffled by the knuckle that you're biting harshly down on and he cums inside of you. Hot. Reckless. His lips forming a smirk like he may have just stolen you from Draco for good.
party - slytherin boys
You should have stopped yourself; tossed your phone into your top bedside table drawer and locked it – throwing away the key but you didn’t. Rookie mistake. You’re now four drinks down at a party in the Astronomy Tower and all the couples hooking up around you are making you itch. You want some attention. You’re craving some satisfaction, so you text him. Your ex. The one you swore off like a bad vice, making yourself a promise that life would be better off without him. Honestly. So far it has been. But when you see your best friend making out with some Ravenclaw she’s just met and his hands are firm on her waist and he’s got her tilted up against him in some perfect fanfiction kind of angle, your dignity snaps. You need something familiar, something warm, something that will get the job done because you’re aware that your fingers and toys won’t do tonight and the next thing you know you’ve met up with him in the corridor outside your dorm and you can’t think straight. He’s quick to smirk. He’s been waiting for you to crawl back to him for months now. His eyes glint victorious and yours glimmer wanting and without saying a single word your lips find his and you become further intoxicated on his taste that you’ve missed. Your breath hitches higher than he’s managed to lift your skirt and your hands drop to his waist; unbuckling his belt as that customary clink rings in your ears complimented by the way he growls your name lowly into the crook of your neck and before you know it your blouse is off, his jeans tugged down, your underwear pushed to the side and his fingers slip inside taking control of the pleasure and ecstasy that you’ve been seeking. You’re resting up against the inside of your dorm door, knees week but he’s managing to keep you stable. Barely. He whispers a commanding ‘jump’ and you oblige, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist and the two of you crash into the vanity unit, your desk, the bed, hit the floor; he rolls you over so that he’s on top and nips eagerly at your collarbone as he slides the pretty thin straps off your shoulders to expose more of your perfect curves he’s missed oh so fucking much. His hips grinding against you make you feel weak, but you’ve got enough strength in you to claw your nails down his back and each thrust he pounds into you makes your legs shake. Your lips quiver. Your body tremble and you hate yourself at how he still fits perfectly against you. One of his hands snakes up to knot into your hair and the other slaps your ass with a sting as he murmurs into the valley of your chest that you’re his tonight and you confess with a whimper that you know. He calls you a good girl as he chokes you and you start seeing white and before you know it he’s hauled you into the ensuite to fuck you from behind in front of the mirror so that you get a glimpse of the pathetic mess that he’s created – lips swollen, hair sticking to your face, a light sheen of sweat coating your skin. He bites hard into your shoulder, and you feel his chest against your back and you can tell from the groans he pants that he’s close, but you don’t want him to be. That’ll mean this is over. You drop your hand to find your clit but he gets almost jealous that you’re trying to touch yourself, so he smacks it away, this thumb drawing the perfect kind of lazy circles as he begins to spell out your nickname and it becomes too much. You tremble, you quiver, you shake, you writher; you have a hand up against the mirror to hold yourself up when it becomes to much and his fingers dig deep into the softness of your hips which will bruise up immediately and stay purple for weeks and this all wouldn’t have happened if you just left your fucking phone alone before you went to that party. You got what you wanted though – attention. He got what he wanted – you. That first orgasm hits and you cry out his name like it’s some kind of prayer you need to reconcile with knowing that this won’t be the only time tonight you say it. Hell. He’ll take you again and again until the sun rises in the morning.
what they say in the bedroom - slytherin boys
♡ “You look so fucking good like this baby girl – spread out deliciously just for me.” ♡ “Seriously, I could spend all night tasting you, but I really don’t think you’d last that long.” ♡ “I wanna hear you beg dollface – tell me how much you fucking want it.” ♡ “You’re mine tonight, all fucking mine. I’m not stopping until your legs are fucking shaking.” ♡ “Salazar, the sounds you make drive me fucking insane…” ♡ “You’re so wet for me already. Did I just do that or have you been thinking about me all fucking day?” ♡ “Don’t cover your mouth princess; I want the whole fucking castle to know what we’re doing.” ♡ “Your bodies telling me yes baby girl, but I need you to say it. C’mon… use your words for me.” ♡ “So fucking beautiful when you lose control baby…” ♡ “I’ve been thinking about bending you over this fucking desk since you walked into the classroom love.” ♡ “Fuck, so tight. It’s like your pussy wants to keep me here forever.” ♡ “You’re so god damn beautiful beneath me. Best fucking view.” ♡ “Holy shit, I love how you respond to me.” ♡ “Ugh your mouth feels so fucking warm wrapped around me.” ♡ “Don’t hold back baby. I wanna see you lose control.” ♡ “You’re mine to fuck however the hell I want..” ♡ “Beg for it, or I’ll leave you dripping and desperate. Your choice babe.” ♡ “I need to hear you whimper. Need to hear you cry out my name.” ♡ “Needy little fucking slut, aren’t you?” ♡ “Don’t you dare fucking test my patience. You’re going to take it and thank me when we’re fucking done.” ♡ “Scream all you want baby; no one is going to fucking save you.” ♡ “Fight me love – it’s only going to make me pin you down and fuck you harder.” ♡ “Say my name or I’ll carve it into your skin with my teeth.” ♡ “Feel that in you? Yeah, that’s me rewriting you. Erasing every other fucking guy so that’s just me.” ♡ “Your drenched for me baby. Admit it; you’ve been craving my cock since potions this morning.” ♡ “Think you can tease me all fucking day and not pay for it? Get on your knees now princess; I’m done waiting.” ♡ “You’ve been a brat all fucking week. Time to bend over my lap and let me teach you whose in fucking charge.” ♡ “Strip baby girl – or I’ll do it fucking for you.” ♡ “Think you’re never now, don’t you? Let’s see how smart you feel when I’ve got you begging.” ♡ “Aw, you’re just a baby snake trying to slither under my skin; but don’t worry, I’ll have you withering for me instead my girl.” ♡ “Crawl to me doll or I’ll make you regret what I ask next.” ♡ “Don’t get attached baby girl – this is for one night only but I’ll fuck you like it’s your last.” ♡ “Well aren’t you a pretty little fucking distraction?” ♡ “Princess, you’re just a body for me tonight. Spread wider yeah? Let me use you properly.” ♡ “This tongue is a one-time gift girl – I’m going to fucking ruin you with it.” ♡ “You know what happens when you try to hide that pussy away from me…” ♡ “Look at me. I want those pretty eyes focused when I make you mine.” ♡ “Wrap your legs around me so that I can fuck you till you’re numb.”
pretty sfw for something nsfw. hope you enjoy xo
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study session - t.r & m.r
Unedited. I've stared at this for way too long. Hope you enjoy xo mdni xo wc: 2151
The library this late at night is nothing more than a cathedral of lonely shadows and hushed but twisted murmurs. The towering bookshelves stretch high up into the ceilings darkness like silent sentinels guarding forgotten secrets and lost causes. There’s a faint glow of the lamp you’re working beneath which dances with a mockery across the worn wooden desk you find yourself seated at – an array of strewn parchments and opened textbooks sprawled around you like some kind of chaotic halo. Mattheo lounges in the seat beside yours; his tie loosely hanging around his neck, top few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned just enough to taunt you by revealing a sliver of tanned skin you’ve spent far too long being distracted by. He’s only here because he promised he’d help out a little more with the group assignment you’ve got due to potions tomorrow, but his quill hasn’t touched parchment in close to almost twenty minutes. Instead, his eyes – tainted with that signature Riddle family mischief – keep finding their way to yours, lingering a little too long – promising you things that you shouldn’t want, but are tempted toward.
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for the camera || lorenzo berkshire
summary; If you try and leave Lorenzo, he'll spread your videos all over Hogwarts. Then he'll remind you who gets to decide when you can leave. Revenge p*rn.
warnings; smut 18+! sharing someone's videos, cheating, very very toxic enzo, manipulating asf. he's in his super villain era
words; 2.5k
notes; I love to see that you guys have been enjoying my stories so here's another! enjoy :3 open for requests and moots!
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𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 | 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙊𝘿𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙏
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. . .
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It has been said many times before that Theodore Nott was never been one for love. He was never surrounded by it. His life was carried by a damaged and broken vision of what love could be. He had seen it as an illusion, a weak opportunity to perceive life a different way, to almost make it bearable. It was fleeting and fragile. He never liked the idea of where love could lead you. He hated how it was desired by many then later ruined them. A thing that crumbled under the weight of reality.
But, when he had met you. . .
That perception of love, his beliefs, had changed.
You were raised differently than him. You were born into love and raised by it. Your parents had taught you, to always see love, true love, as once in a lifetime thing. They were high-school sweethearts to say the least. Their life was cut out for them.
The poets of the world described it to be eternal way of life, something that can be longed for, cherished, or even lost and found again. You wanted that. You wanted love to work out like that for you.
But unfortunately, life was not fair to you. Love was not an abstract concept or a poetic ideal. It is a literal, binding force that happens only once.
You were only able to love once.
And it would last for only twenty-four hours.
When you met Theodore in a quiet bookshop tucked into a forgotten corner of Diagon Alley, you felt the shift in your bones. It was like the universe had stopped breathing for a moment, as if the stars themselves were holding their breath.
You had read about this before, the way love, when it came, was undeniable. You had seen others fall victim to its enchantment, had watched as they clung desperately to the fleeting hours they were given. Some fought against it, trying to deny the inevitable. Others embraced it, surrendering to the feeling before it slipped away, leaving only an empty shell behind.
But nothing could have prepared you for Theodore.
He had sharp eyes, a gaze that seemed to strip you bare. He was quiet, thoughtful, carrying the weight of his past like a ghost draped over his shoulders. And yet, when he looked at you, there was something else, curiosity, recognition, as if he knew what this meant just as well as you did.
“You feel it too.” His voice was soft, but there was an edge to it, a quiet sort of devastation.
You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes.”
And just like that, the clock started ticking. . .
The first hour was spent in hesitation. Neither of you wanted to say what you both knew to be true. There was no use in questioning it, no sense in trying to change the rules. It had happened. You had fallen.
So you did the only thing you could do.
You lived. . .
You walked through the streets of London together, the air buzzing with the magic of something too rare to name. Theodore watched you as if trying to memorize every detail, the curve of your smile, the way your fingers twitched when you were nervous, the way you laughed as though the world had never known pain.
In return, you let yourself see him for what he was, not the boy others whispered about in hushed voices, not the shadow of a war that had stolen too much from him, but him. Theodore.
By the time the sun set, you had already told each other everything. He told you about his childhood, about growing up in a house filled with ghosts of expectations he never wanted to meet. You told him about your curse, about the cruel trick the universe had played on you.
“It’s not fair,” he murmured. “That you only get this once.”
You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his. “It wouldn’t be special if it lasted forever.”
But even as you said it, your heart ached.
By midnight, the two of you lay beneath the stars, your head resting against his chest as he traced idle patterns along your arm.
“I wish I had met you sooner,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
“Would it have changed anything?”
He exhaled sharply, like the thought hurt. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
But you both knew the truth. It wouldn’t have changed anything.
This was always how it was meant to be.
Twenty-four hours of love, and then. . . nothing.
No memories. No second chances. No lingering ache of what had been. When the sun rose, it would all be gone.
And yet, as the hours slipped away, neither of you let go. You kissed him as if you could carve yourself into his soul, as if some part of you could linger in the spaces between his ribs, in the curve of his spine. He held you like he was terrified of what came next, like he was trying to keep the moment from slipping through his fingers.
“I don’t want to forget you,” he confessed against your lips, and for the first time that night, you let yourself break.
“I know.”
But you would. You both would.
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✰: no author note.
things they say in bed - slytherin boys
i need sleep. still at work on day 7 of 10 straight. i am delulu. have some of it.
♡ "god you're amazing." ♡ "that's my girl." ♡ "fucking good slut." ♡ "eyes up princess." ♡ "focus on me." ♡ "shh, be quiet for me." ♡ "nuh-uh, not until i say so." ♡ "you're doing such a fucking good job." ♡ "you're taking me so fucking well." ♡ "just like that baby girl." ♡ "be patient sweetheart…" ♡ "louder baby, can't hear you." ♡ "beg for me." ♡ "who's it for?" ♡ "it's okay, it's okay - you can take it." ♡ "use your words baby." ♡ "god you're beautiful." ♡ "scream for me baby." ♡ "move your hands love." ♡ "let it out." ♡ "fuck you taste amazing." ♡ "forget him, he means nothing." ♡ "mine.." ♡ "such a pretty little thing." ♡ "no cumming 'til i say so." ♡ "who said you were in control?" ♡ "you like that huh?" ♡ "fuck, don't stop i'm almost there." ♡ "fuck that tongue feels good." ♡ "pussy's so fucking tight." ♡ "what's my name princess?" ♡ "don't move." ♡ "we both know you can be louder." ♡ "did i say you could do that?" ♡ "tell me if it hurts." ♡ "good girls don't deserve to be fucked like this." ♡ "you feel so fucking good on my fingers." ♡ "so proud of you sweetheart." ♡ "make me baby girl." ♡ "you're addictive."