family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.

this for real fucking works

Apparently this one fuckin works, and who am I to argue with the collective agreement of tumblr. Will report back if good things happen.

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theodore nott

mattheo riddle

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flesh light & prone bones

pairing. roommate! mattheo riddle x reader

content/mdni. fem!reader, roommate!au, pervert!reader, cocky!mattheo, pervert!mattheo, implied gymrat!mattheo, fleshlight-fucking, assisted masturbation, voyeurism to participation, filthy teasing, praise, dirty talk, name-calling (sweetheart, baby), overstimulation, allusion to edging, spit play, cum eating, doggy-style/prone bone (?), headlock/slight choking, slight spanking, unprotected p in v!

word count. 3.6k

a/n. this one goes to @pizzaapeteer! she convinced me to write another matty fic! let me know what you think. likes and reblogs are appreciated

inserting the keys in the lock and turning them twice, you finally locked the front door. leaving them to dangle in the door, you slowly made your way inside your shared apartment with mattheo. you only stopped for a moment in the hallway, removing your shoes and the purse you’ve been carrying around your brunch date with the girls.

but not your wired headphones.

no, you’d rather keep those in for the time being, preferring to listen to any kind of music than to mattheo rambling about sports and the like. you weren’t even sure he was home; he had a really bad habit of keeping to himself the important information, disclosing only dumb details like how much his bench press has improved.

but as you make your way further into the apartment, you realize he is home. the opened cardboard box on the kitchen island, the ripped package, and the violently scattered foam bits were a clear indicator that mattheo was at home.

I- I- I-

One thing golden era Wattpad writers had going for them was that they knew the importance of a buildup. I'm of the opinion that the sexual tension is WAY more satisfying to read than the actual sex and quite frankly there is a serious lack of non smutty writing.

Like I really miss reading fics/ x readers that start from scratch. Meeting the characters, initial reactions getting to know them, the tension the jealousy the TENSION the freaking tension.

Looking and looking away when they get spotted, touches that feel like they linger but perhaps they didn't and they're both so hot for each other that they think it's wishful thinking. And I don't mean just sweet sunshine romances, darker works can have a buildup too but it seems like so much is just about getting to the smut instead of the psychological aspect.

Bring back the build up!!!!!!!

met a boy tonight that was so clearly James Potter that I lost all control of myself and called him pretty and handsome to his face and even said that he was making me nervous

can someone please be excited with me he called me pretty girl

Not to be icky, but I need my hips grabbed while he slams himself all the way to his balls into my cunt. 𓂃۶ৎ

Enemies to lovers, but only one of them thinks they're enemies. The other has been entirely obsessed since the beginning.

Only acceptable way for me to read this trope

It's so nice being on tumblr because you don't even have to make your own post but people would still follow you anyways if you're good at rebloging posts they like

"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.

when i say “girl” randomly as an interjection i’m speaking to the omnipresent all knowing being of Girl. asking her for mercy. taking girl’s name in vain

bookworm

-> rafe x bookworm!reader

The bell above the bookstore door jingled sharply, and you looked up just in time to see a tall, very damp stranger step inside, shaking the rain from his jacket.

He looked out of place: broad-shouldered and golden-haired, like he belonged on a yacht instead of standing in the doorway of your tiny shop, dripping onto the hardwood floor.

You arched a brow. “You’re getting water on my first editions.”

The guy, Rafe Cameron, you recognized now, glanced down at the puddle forming around his expensive-looking sneakers. “Shit—uh, my bad.” He took a dramatic step to the side, as if that somehow fixed it, then ran a hand through his rain-soaked hair. “I, uh, wasn’t planning on coming in. Just—y’know. Rain.”

You resisted the urge to smile. “Yes, I do know rain.”

*feels my body get anxious for no reason* what is it boy, what do you see?

Blanket Game

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x female!Slytherin Reader

Summary: During a Hogwarts "Blanket Game," Y/N is paired with Pansy, Blaise, and Enzo, but when Mattheo joins, he forces Enzo to leave and refuses to let anyone else sit. As the game progresses, Y/N is caught in a mix of teasing, tension, and reluctant conversation with Mattheo, all while Pansy and Blaise watch the drama unfold.

The evening sky was a soft shade of pink as the Hogwarts grounds stretched out before us, filled with students sitting on blankets scattered across the large lawn near the Black Lake. The teachers had decided it was time for a little social experiment—an event to get students to step out of their usual cliques and get to know one another better. Their idea? The Blanket Game.

It was simple enough. Four students per blanket, and every ten minutes, someone had to rotate out for a fresh face. The idea was to mix things up, make everyone interact across house lines. But as I sat on the soft grass with Pansy, Blaise, and Enzo, I wasn’t so sure about it.

“So, let me get this straight,” Pansy said, adjusting herself on the blanket, “we’re supposed to socialize and get to know people we barely care about?” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Brilliant.”

Enzo chuckled, his arms crossed behind his head as he leaned back. “We might as well make the best of it. It’s either this or the library, and I don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough of books for one day.”

NEMESIS

SERIES MASTERLIST

tags: gryffindor! reader, muggleborn! reader, enemies to lovers (but like... there's not a lot of enemy-ing ngl), wc in total: 52.3k

chapter one: after clashing with mattheo riddle in defense against the dark arts, you reflect on your history.

chapter two: a detention forces you to spend more time with the dark lord's son, getting to see another side of him.

chapter three: a late night encounter in the kitchens changes your relationship with mattheo riddle irreversibly.

chapter four: a heated quidditch game provides mattheo with an excuse to get to spend more time with you.

chapter five: when your friends catch wind of your late night encounters with their mortal enemy and the ensuing confrontation leaves you in between the fronts.

chapter six: fixing mattheo up after a brawl on your behalf quickly turns into him fucking you stupid in his sheets [nsfw]