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Hiii! I hope your doing well, I love your posts and I was wondering if I could request one with Mattheo Riddle from Harry Potter x GN reader? The reader has their tongue pierced and Mattheo doesn’t know that so when he and the reader have like their first kiss or something and he realizes that his partner has a tongue piercing he becomes obsessed with it, he absolutely loves it and brags to his friends about it and over winter break the reader comes back with their nose pierced and Mattheo becomes even more whipped then before and he goes and gets his ears pierced because he wants to get a piercing so he asks his partner for advice and they suggest ear piercings just to start to he knows what he’s doing and how much it hurts. So he gets them pierced and he underestimated how bad it would hurt and almost starts crying because of the pain and he asks his partner how they do this and stuff, and they cuddle and other cute stuff after.
Thank you so much for your time, if you do write this down you mind if your tag me? You don’t have to if you don’t want to though. Thanks again!
Content Warning: Mattheo being whipped beyond repair, mild bullying (he deserves it), and bad poetry disguised as romance.
A/N - Sorry it took so long cause I am going through a lot (By a lot I mean a lot of sleep) Anyway I did my best, hope you like it, pookie. Divider Credit goes to @bernardsbendystraws.
The Astronomy Tower stood silent against the night, its ancient stones numbed by winter’s bite. A cruel wind whistled through the arches, tugging at the edges of Mattheo Riddle’s black coat, but if he felt the cold, he gave no sign. His dark eyes, sharp and unreadable, stayed locked on you.
You faced him with your arms crossed, chin tilted in quiet defiance. Your coat hung open despite the freezing air, but you barely noticed. The heat of frustration churned beneath your skin, drowning out the chill. The flickering torchlight painted the space between you in shifting shadows, catching the glint of your earrings as you cocked your head.
The first sign that something is wrong is the slight creak of the floorboards. It’s subtle, barely noticeable beneath the hum of your TV, but enough to make your ears perk up. You turn your head, heart giving a small jolt, but the apartment is still. Empty. Exactly as you left it.
You shake it off, exhaling as you return to scrolling through your phone, curled up on your couch in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties. It’s late. You’re tired. Your mind is playing tricks on you.
At least, that’s what you tell yourself.
Until the lights go out.
A sharp gasp catches in your throat as the apartment is swallowed in darkness, your phone screen casting the only glow. Panic surges through you, the hairs on your arms standing on end.
Then— A voice.
Low, distorted through a voice changer. “Miss me, sweetheart?”
Your stomach drops. Your whole body locks up, breath stalling as the air shifts, as the presence you thought you imagined becomes undeniably real. A tall figure steps out from the shadows, clad in all black, the haunting Ghostface mask tilted slightly to the side.
Your blood runs cold.
A scream barely has the chance to rise in your throat before he’s on you. A gloved hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your panicked cry, the weight of him pressing you down against the couch. Your body thrashes instinctively, arms flailing, but he’s stronger—so much stronger, pinning you effortlessly beneath him.
“Shhh,” he soothes mockingly, the voice changer still disguising the sick amusement in his tone. “What’s the matter, baby? You scared?”
Werewolf Theo x reader x Vampire Enzo?
Mating vs imprinting.
The idea is crazyyy mannn But I don't really do threesome cause of various reasons but I thought of giving it a try also I wrote it in morning, Like it''s fucking 4 am in here (I wrote it yesterday evening but didn't like it that much so changed it a bit) But I am posting it at 6:30. Here's the link. I didn't knew what exactly you were asking so I wrote what came in my mind.
Pairing - Werewolf theodore x reader x Vampire Lorenzo
A/n - Hello, my certified cute red flags!! This is based on Request. It can be read for Werewolf Theodore au (series) but it’s not primarily because whenever I will write about the Theodore werewolf au it’s not gonna be mentioned. Also I don't do threesome Idk man it just makes me feel weird. But the request idea was noiceee so I had to. And also cause it's nice to give a try.
Summary - A werewolf and a vampire—both bound to you in ways neither can ignore, both unwilling to let the other win. Caught between their hatred and their hunger, you’re not just desired—you’re possessed. And when their rivalry turns into something far more primal, you realize there’s no escaping them. Not when they’ve decided to share.
Content Warning: Degrading, choking, spanking, slapping tits, hair pulling, rough handling, dominance struggle, praise kink, primal play, possessiveness, forced choice, overstimulation, threesome, double claiming, intensity, rough P in V, power dynamics, marking, jealousy-fueled pleasure, forced eye contact, being manhandled.
Happy Women’s Day, I Guess.
Happy Women’s Day to the girl who was told to cover up because "boys will be boys."
To the woman who walks home with her keys between her fingers, her heart pounding because a shadow lingers too close behind. Who doesn't know that maybe her last word is saying "no" Because man can't take no.
To the wives whose screams are muffled behind locked doors, whose bruises are hidden under long sleeves, because marital rape isn’t real, right?
Because equal rights? That’s a lie.
Marital rape isn’t real, they say. If a man owns a woman through marriage, how can it be rape?
To the daughters thay were told that family is everything, even when it’s the family that touches them wrong in the dark.
Happy Women’s Day to the ones who were groped on the bus at fourteen but were too scared, too confused, too ashamed to say anything.
To the women who were told to smile more, to be softer, to not be so angry—because god forbid we have rage in a world that never protected us.
To the survivors who were blamed for what they wore, where they were, how much they drank—because accountability is only for the victim, never the perpetrator.
And yet, every year, men ask, "Where’s our day?" As if they don’t own the other 364. As if we are equal. As if the law doesn’t still bend in their favor, our rights are up for debate in courtrooms filled with them. As if our pain isn’t fetishized, justified, or erased altogether.
But no, this day isn’t for the women who shame other women. Not for the ones who whisper, "She deserved it."
Not for the ones who excuse his fists, his words, his control, because "it’s just passion."
Not for the ones who think abuse is sexy until they’re the one with bruises to hide. This day is for the fighters. The silenced.
The ones who were told to sit down, shut up, and accept the world as it is. But we won’t.
So, happy Women’s Day—whatever the hell that means.
Your boyfriend isn’t just fucking you—he’s ruining you.
Face down, ass up, knees burning against the mattress, you're barely holding yourself up anymore. Your arms gave out five minutes ago, but that didn’t stop him—nothing ever does when he’s in one of his moods.
His pace is relentless, deep, punishing, like he’s got something to prove, like he wants to break you. His cock slams into your cunt over and over again, stretching you open, forcing you to take him, to keep taking him, even though your body is shaking, even though you’re gasping for air between sobs.
“Oh, what happened to all that mouth, huh?” he taunted, voice sharp, mocking. His hand came down hard against your ass, making you whimper. “Talked all that shit—now look at you. Crying like a dumb little whore. Where’d that attitude go, baby?”
You can’t even answer. Your mouth is open, but all that comes out is a broken moan, spit dribbling down your chin as he fucks you so deep your toes curl.
“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles darkly, snapping his hips forward harder, making you jolt with every thrust. “You begged for this. Begged me to stretch you out , begged me to fuck you so dumb you couldn’t even think.”
And he is.
Your thoughts are mush, your body isn’t your own anymore—it’s his, only his, to use however he wants. And he knows it.
His hand snakes down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing harsh circles over the swollen, throbbing bud. The shock of pleasure makes you scream, legs kicking out as you try to squirm away, but he only tightens his grip on your hair, keeping you still.
“Nuh-uh, baby. You take what I give you,” he grunts, drilling into you harder, each stroke punching moans out of your lungs. “I think you can give me one more, can't you baby?”
Tears spill from your eyes, wetting the sheets beneath you. “P-please—”
“Please what?” he taunts, leaning over you, pressing his chest against your back, breath hot against your ear. “Please don’t make you cum again? Please don’t keep wrecking this pretty pussy?”
Your body betrays you, clenching around him, sucking him in even deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, hips stuttering for a moment before he collects himself, hand smacking against your ass, the sting making you yelp. “That’s it, baby. Get nice and tight for me—gonna make you cum so hard you forget your own name.”
You’re already there. Already gone, falling apart, nails clawing at the sheets as the pleasure builds too fast, too intense, too much—
And then you break.
Your whole body seizes, pleasure detonating through you in sharp, white-hot waves. You sob, scream, legs kicking weakly as your cunt milks his cock, tightening so much it hurts.
“Shit, look at you,” he groans, watching as your body spasms, as you sob through your orgasm. “Such a messy little thing. You love this, don’t you? ”
You’re too wrecked to answer, too lost in the feeling of him still pounding into you, using your body even as you tremble through your orgasm.
His thrusts grow erratic, deeper, needier.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
With a sharp growl, he slams deep one last time, shoving his cock in to the hilt as he fills you, thick ropes of cum spilling inside your ruined pussy.
For a moment, all you hear is the sound of his heavy breathing, the rapid pound of your own heartbeat in your ears.
Then—
“Damn, baby,” he huffs, pressing a wet kiss to your shoulder. “You good?”
You can’t even move. Can’t even think. All you can do is lay there, gasping, legs still twitching from aftershocks.
He laughs. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
His fingers drag through the mess between your thighs, smearing his cum along your puffy folds. “Hope you didn’t think we were done.”
And before you can even catch your breath, he’s flipping you over, pushing your knees to your chest, spreading you open to ruin you all over again.
A/N - Hello, my certified cute red flags!! This is part - 2. It only have smut but to understand how they got in this situation you gotta read part 1. Read tin order otherwise it wouldn't make sense. I am posting like this since Tumblr doesn't allow more than 4k words at once. And I wanted too add so much smut element that I exceeded the word limit.
Summary - He smelled another man on you. That was cute. Really fucking cute—until he had you on your knees, crying, begging, ruined. Until he edged you for hours, tore you apart, and put you back together exactly how he wanted. You swore you’d never break, never beg, never let him have that power over you. Too bad. Because now? Now, you were nothing but a dumb, wrecked mess, pleading for the release he refused to give. And Theo? He was just getting started.
Contains - Degrading, Manhandling, Slapping (tits & cunt), Spanking, Choking, Edging, Overstimulation, Forced Submission, Power Imbalance, Mocking, Humiliation, Hair Pulling, Begging, Dumbification, Forced Eye Contact, Possessive!Theo, Rough Handling, Size Kink, Light Worship, Mean!Dom, crying, forced blowjob. Tell me if there is more.
Summary - He smelled another man on you. That was cute. Really fucking cute—until he had you on your knees, crying, begging, ruined. Until he edged you for hours, tore you apart, and put you back together exactly how he wanted. You swore you’d never break, never beg, never let him have that power over you. Too bad. Because now? Now, you were nothing but a dumb, wrecked mess, pleading for the release he refused to give. And Theo? He was just getting started.
A/N - Hello, my certified cute red flags!!! This is part - 1. It doesn't have smut but it does contain sexual language. Read this first to read next (smut part obvs) Otherwise it wouldn't make sense. I am posting this first since Tumblr doesn't allow more than 4k words at once. And I wanted too add so much smut element that I exceeded the word limit.
beyond fears is amazingggg, loved all the b99 references you made💞
I feel like Mattheo’s personality matches Jake’s so much!!!
Thank you sooo muchhh. I was watching b99 and I realized the same thing tooo. They are so alike but Jake is kinda carefree and doesn't give a f in a fun way and will protect but mattheo is kinda I would kill you if you dare to say anything against me or anyone close to me type of fun.
Werewolf!theo au (u can read it as standalone)
word count - 3.5k+
Summary - You still remember the first time Theo ruined you—how you kicked, screamed, pretended you didn’t want it, even as your body betrayed you, dripping, pulsing, aching for more. But this time, he’s giving you a choice: run. Try to escape. If he catches you, and you know he will, there’ll be no mercy. He’ll have you spread out on the bed, wrists pinned, legs forced wide as he takes his time—sucking, biting, fucking you into delirium, making you come again and again until your mind shatters and the only thing left is the filthy, desperate need to be owned by him
Contains - spit but not theo it's reader instead, cnc idk man what this is called, fingering, smut, degrading, and I genuinely don't know which is bad or not so contain some really bad stuff also soft dom theo who knows how to mock someone.
a/n - Hello, my certified cutie red flags. I proofread it in my phone while I was in metro. I felt very embarrassed. I am ovulating. Wolf theo is a need not a want.