#nonny bo bonny

[suugarbabe]

Angst with a fluffy smutty ending (;)), Theodore nott, prompt 41 and 4

Pleaaaaaase 😩

(4) "That noise....keep making it."

(41) "Look me in the eyes this time and say you don't feel anything for me."

18+ MDNI! THIS IS YOUR WARNING; be aware of the content you consume

You grunted as you were shoved into the closet after Theo, Mattheo giggling as he closed and locked the door behind you both. You huffed, leaning against the closest wall and crossing your arms. With a flick of his wrist Theo created a low glow in the closet. "I can't believe this," you sighed in annoyance. "What? You're saying this isn't a fantasy of yours?" You could hear the smirk as he spoke. Truth was, you did have a dream very similar to this last week, but you'd be damned if you admitted that to him. You picked at your cuticles, avoiding eye contact as you answered him, "Actually, my fantasies usually involve Mattheo." You stole a glance quick enough to see Theo's jaw tense and relax. "Tsk, tsk, Y/n. I know you're just trying to rile me up now." Theo got bold then, grabbing your face between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him in the eyes. He had eyes like sapphires: big beautiful gems that were scanning your face, waiting to respond to any movement or word you spoke. "Look me in the eyes this time and say you don't feel anything for me." You wracked your brain for a witty response, but the way he looked at you, pupils blown, your mind was basically mush. Theo's eyes flicked down to your lips as he licked his own. In a rare moment of bravery, you grabbed hold of his tie and yanked him toward you, his lips smashing against yours in a fever. He moved his lips to your jaw, down your neck, sucking the skin and nibbling with his teeth. He slotted a knee between your thighs, applying pressure to what you were sure were already soaked panties. The pressure of his thigh in combination with his lips working your neck had your head spinning. One of his hands traveled down to your hip, rocking you just slightly against his thigh. The smallest motion caused you to dig your fingers to tug on the hairs they were tangled in at the back of his neck, a gasping whine leaving your lips. Theo groaned against your skin, "That noise...keep making it." -"Then keep doing what your doing," you breathed out. You didn't have to tell him again, grabbing your hips to guide you, applying pressure with his thigh as you shifted your hips back and forth, grinding down on his leg. The thin material of your panties allowing you to feel the rough material of his trousers rubbing just right against your swollen clit. "Fuck, y/n, I think I can feel you through my pants, is this all f'me?" his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear as you nodded, another whimper the best response you could give him. "You gonna leave a big wet spot on m'thigh aren't ya, darling? Gonna let everyone know how well I got you off in just seven minutes?" He pushed your bucking hips down and his leg up, creating pressure on your cunt that had you fluttering around nothing. "I can feel you, darling. Such a little slut, squeezing around nothing," his words were nearly pushing you over the edge, that familiar feeling building in your lower abdomen, "Please, Theo...wanna come on your leg." Your hips messily fucking yourself on his thigh, your clit now pulsing against the soaked spot on his trousers. Theo's licking and sucking across your collarbones, and up your neck, he's everywhere all at once, "C'mon darling, let it all fucking go f'me, c'mon pretty girl." He pushed his thigh up against you, the pressure in your core finally peaking and now you're a whimpering mess, "Fuck, Theo, ohmygo-" riding out your high as he swallows the rest of your moans, allowing you to continue to slowly grind against him as you come down from your fucked out state. Just as he pulls away, the closet door swings open, Mattheo smirking at the entrance, "Have fun?" He looks you both over, jaw dropping at the large dark spot on Theo's right thigh. Your cheeks are instantly aflame, but Theo is unfazed, telling the group you two were 'going to finish what you started' as he dragged you to his dorm.

#nonny bo bonny #blurb prompts #theo nott #theo nott smut #slytherin boys

[genevievemd]

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What do you HC was the first couple costume Ethan & Gen wore and how many Halloweens did it take to convince Ethan to wear one?

If they have to choose, which one would be their favorite costume they have worn?

What’s the most ridiculous costume Ethan has worn just because his kid asked him to?

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Happy Spooky Day Anon!!!

The first couples costume they wore was in 2020, beginning of Gen’s third year, they’d been officially dating for about 4 months. It didn’t take a lot of convincing at all, probably because it was for G’s costume party (for her birthday). They went as a modern Cinderella and Prince Charming

To date: Ethan’s favorite would be the one their wore this weekend, to Bryce’s Halloween party. They went as James Bond and his Bond girl. Gen’s favorite is last years, they were Bonnie and Clyde.

The most ridiculous is probably the year he dressed as Woody. Gen was Bo Peep and 2 year old Lizzie was a sheep. (G was 2 months pregnant with Grayson at the time)

After that they don’t tend to do family costumes, the kids get to be whatever they want and Ethan and Gen tend to just wear a Halloween hat or shirt. Unless they go to a party together and then they do a couples costume or family costume if it’s a kid friendly party!

Thanks for asking nonny! Have a safe Halloween!

#asked and answered #anonymous #ethan x gen

[innbo-memory]

2021-08-11

I might as well just go back to using my Korean name Bo yeon because whenever I place an order over the phone they never understand “Bonnie” on the first try anyway 😂 “Can i have your name?” “bonnie” “Danny?” “No Bonnie” “Nonnie?” 😂🤣

#2021-08-11 #08-11

[mrs-march-ahs]

I am not that anon, but I can help. The first two questions are okay, the last one I'd write "¿Qué tan seriamente lo tomó la gente de tu país?" (It is not that the third question is wrong, because a Spanish speaker understands what you want to ask, but grammatically it is better the way I wrote it.)

Your Spanish is great!! 😉

Thank you so much! I thought they were all a bit weird and hard to understand

thank, I'm gonna use what you wrote instead :D

#thank you nonnie #mma anon #nonnie <3 #nonnie nonnie bo bonnie banana fana fo fonnie fee fi fo fonnie #nooooonnie

[flikme]

paps ur head

" eyyy... no thanks! "

#nonny nonny bo bonny #hands off the merchandise

[sometimesrosy]

Anonymous said:you don’t have a problem with clarke always being the damsel in distress & hating a strong female warrior like echo just for being in a relationship with a man who has done much worse then she ever has. You’re the only misogynist here🤭

Okay. AWeSOME. Because I like this question, and you could have asked it without insulting me. So I need to cut and paste it because I want to answer, but you’re getting blocked for being nasty and name calling. 

First off, listen up kid. We LIVE in a MISOGYNIST society, and it doesn’t matter how WOKE you THINK you are, you are STILL affected by the MISOGYNIST views that you grew up with and are SURROUNDED with, so if being told that you are being influenced by internalized misogyny gets you offended because you’d never you’re perfect and good and wholesome and understand misogyny so well that you could NEVER BE AFFECTED BY INTERNALIZING IT, then you’re lying to yourself and are afraid to face how misogyny has affected your world view. Look at your OWN biases and expectations, please. Question yourself.

But. Great. Okay. Let’s talk Clarke Griffin, who you say is “always being the damsel in distress.”  

BUNNY RABBIT, DID YOU FORGET THE PART WHERE SHE SAVED EVERYBODY’S LIVES?  UHM. AGAIN AND AGAIN.  And AGAiN aNd AgAiN. 

HOw the heck are you calling that always a damsel in distress when half the time she’s SAVING bellamy as the damsel in distress?

WHAT THE HELL KIND OF CONFIRMATION BIAS YOU GOT GOING ON THERE IF YOU”RE IGNORING THAT FACT THAT MOTHERFUCKING CLARKE GRIFFIN IS THE HERO WHO KEEPS SAVING EVERYONE? WTF?

Sometimes she is the captive. I will give you that. But she and Bellamy basically trade off on that role. Which MEANS, that Clarke is not ALWAYS the damsel in distress. And BY THE WAY, even heroes need saving sometimes, because no one can do it all alone. ALthough Clarke? She pretty damn well near manages it pretty often. 

AND NOW LETS GET TO ECHO.

I DO NOT HATE ECHO. Have you ever actually read anything I’ve written? I am pro Echo. I don’t like B/E because it’s not my ship. And I want it to end. But otherwise I have no problem with it. I don’t hate Echo. I have no problem with her being in a relationship with Bellamy because I think it moves the Bellarke romance forward pretty nicely. If they hadn’t set up the epic, soulmates romance between Bellarke, I’d be on board with B/E and I think I’m making it my secondary ship for Bellamy. I like it better than Bellamy and Gina or Bellamy and Raven or Bellamy and Murphy. I’d even be okay with Bellamy, Clarke and Echo in an OT3 although I think they’ve built up Bellarke to be too much of an epic romance and Echo as ‘the girlfriend’ so there’s an imbalance there. But hey, fanfic can fix that. ANYWAY. I’ve been up in my blog here telling people to stop erasing the canon B/E because that’s dumb. 

OH. AND NOW LETS GET TO YOUR CONCEPT OF “STRONG FEMALE WARRIOR.”

HolY cRaP, dude. A strong female character is not a character who can kill you with a sword. A STRONG FEMALE CHARACTER is a character who is well rounded, complex, and realistic. and that’s both of them, honestly. They are both good characters, although Clarke has been fleshed out a LOT more. Echo could be the hero of her own story, and that is GOOD. In fact, all the major antagonists of the past and present COULD be the heroes of their own stories (if they survive Clarke Griffin at least.)

BECAUSE, BY THE WAY, CLARKE IS ALSO A STRONG FEMALE WARRIOR who has devastated armies, killed massive warriors while she herself was unarmed, protected her friends from certain destruction, singlehandedly changed the course of battles. Clarke Griffin’s body count is, honestly, probably higher than Echo’s. Clarke Griffin is THE COMMANDER OF DEATH. That is ACTUALLY a military title. Commander. You dumbass.

WOW, Nonny-bo-bonny. Boy am I happy to block you.

#the 100 #in defense of clarke griffin #strong female characters #echo #what the hell even is this nonny are they just randomly shitposting poeple? #why send a 'you hate echo' ask to a person who has been standing up for echo? #people are dumb #clarke griffin #is the hero #internalized misogyny

[bookofmirth]

What is this whole thing with Nesta exploring relationships with females? Where does it say that in the book? I'm so confused.

Well nonnie nonnie bo bonnie, I am not sure? I haven’t seen anyone talk about this or remember anything from the book. Although I do on occasion am known to ship mesta, that has never once been hinted at in canon. Do you have some info for me?

Maybe when I reread - which tbh will be really soon because otherwise I’m just over here spouting shit - I will see something, but maybe in the book the pronouns were vague? :)

#acofas spoilers #acofas #nesta #ask #anon

[lobsterjimsourcream]

Thanks for being really cool and rational with that johnlock debate like gosh let me kiss your face because you're being really reasonable and you're not trying to convince them to ship johnlock, you're just sort of saying "let people ship their ships and it's all fine" and you are the best, okay? okay. mwah

So I saw the little red bubble and was really unsure if this had somehow just got personal and I was about to get some anon hate. But then I see this and just I got the Warm and Fuzzies and just WHO ARE YOU LET ME LOVE YOU.

But seriously, these arguments just get so heated. Just because I wanted to interject my opinion, suddenly I'm being patronized like my opinions are ill and blindly-founded? Dammit, Tumblr, why?

But anyway, thank you!

#ask #nonny bo bonny

[suugarbabe]

Hi! I have a request, which is if you could write a post where mattheo and the reader goes on a a one week school trip and somehow got paired up together in the same room with only one bed. They’re kinda hate each other but the reader actually has a huge crush on him. Also I know this might sound kinda weird but could there be a scene when he wears grey sweatpants or like when he just comes out of the shower with nothing but a low waisted towel. (And reader happens to have brought nothing but cute small pjs/clothes)

Thanks for the request lovie 🖤

He rubbed his hands over his face while you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. Mattheo looked up, his eyes pleading, “Professor, please. There’s no way this is happening. Can we even stay in the same room? I mean…she’s a…she!?” You rolled your eyes, “I’m a she? You mean a woman, merlin, you’re unbearable,” you turned towards your professor, “there’s got to be another room or someone that can switch with us…I’m begging.” Mattheo snorted under his breath, “Never pegged you as one to beg.”

“Enough!” you both jumped at the volume of Professor McGonagall’s interruption, “If you did not want to get stuck in this predicament, then you both should have signed up for this extra credit when I first proposed it a month ago, not three days ago. Now. You are both legally adults, I’m sure you can manage with the arrangement. Cabin sixty-eight will be yours, here is the key. The class will meet tomorrow at 10am, hopefully you can both not kill each other by that time and we will see you down by the Diricawl pens.” She handed you the keys to the cabin before swiftly walking away towards her own cabin space.

You didn’t even attempt to hide the huff of frustration that slipped from your lips as you turned and started walking towards your assigned cabin. Mattheo followed quickly behind, “Too bad we’re not one cabin over, right?” You glanced at him slightly, one eyebrow quirked. He rolled his eyes, “Because then we’d be in cabin sixty-nine…get it? Like the sex position.” You groaned in frustration as you walked up the steps to your cabin, unlocking the door and walking in. “You’re the most immature out of all of your stupid little friends, I swear to Salazar.”

Mattheo scoffed, “Am not, that’s Berkshire. It’s not like you’re much better. You…you’ve got to be fucking kidding me...” Mattheo’s sentence trailed off when you both entered the cabin coming face to face with your sleeping arrangement. “One bed, is she bloody serious?” Mattheo was quick to complain once again as you placed your overnight bag on top of the bed. “What are you doing?” He dropped his bag by the door. “I’m getting my pyjamas out, I’m going to shower and then I’m going to bed. Don’t know where you’re going to sleep but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” You gave him a saccharine smile before heading into the bathroom to change.

Wiping the fog from the mirror, you looked at yourself, mentally berrading your choice in sleepwear. To your defense, you had not planned on staying in a cabin with a male student. Taking a deep breath, you opened the bathroom door only to see Mattheo cozied up on top of the bed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The sound of your voice made him jump slightly, “Oh, hi there, Princess. I’m just getting comfortable.” The smirk gracing his face only made more frustration boil in you, “Well get off, because I called the bed.” Mattheo only shook his head, “Yeah, and I also thought you grabbed your pyjamas, not your underwear.”

You looked down at your tank top and shorts, both of which could probably be considered smaller than average. But again, you planned on rooming with another girl, not the manwhore of Slytherin house. “These are my pyjamas, you wanker,” you walked to the other side of the bed, pulling the duvet down and climbing in, the blankets being slightly restrained from Mattheo’s weight. “Are you going to move or are you going to be a pain in my ass all night long? Get off the bed.” You pulled on the blanket underneath him only for him to laugh, “I’m getting up, calm down, sweetheart. But it’s only to shower. I’m getting back in the bed when I’m done.”

“Yeah, my ass you are,” you rolled over, your back facing him. Once you heard the door close you rolled back flat, staring up at the ceiling. You had nearly dozed off when you heard the shower turn off and the door unlock. Turning your head slightly you caught glimpse of a sight girls in your class would kill for. Mattheo’s grey sweats are low on his hips as water still trails down his abdomen. A towel covers his eyes as he dries the curls on his head and you take full advantage to gawk. “Like what you see, Princess?”

You huff out a laugh before rolling over, “Not even close, Riddle.” You feel the bed dip and the covers shift. “What are you doing?” You sat up, watching as Mattheo snuggled deeper under the sheets. “I’m getting comfortable, obviously,” Mattheo tucked himself in, clearly unbothered by the situation. “C’mon, Princess. I promise I’m real warm,” the smirk on his face only proved to irritate you further. You remained stubborn, turning away from him once more.

Trying to sleep seemed futile, despite the soothing pitter patter of the rain that started to hit against the cabin window. You heard the sound of soft snores come from behind you. Slowly turning over, as to not disturb him, you stared at Mattheo sleeping soundly. One arm rested above his head on the pillow while the other laid flat against his chest. You subtly moved a little closer to him, not quite touching him but getting fairly close. He wasn’t lying about being warm. You could feel the heat radiating off his body already and you couldn’t help the yearning in your chest to move just slightly closer.

Those efforts weren’t needed by you as Mattheo suddenly turned in his sleep, the arm laying on his stomach reaching out and encircling your body, pulling you flush to his chest where your cheek was now pressed against his bare skin. A gasp left your lips at the action, Mattheo’s voice low and gravely, thick with sleep, “You tell anyone and I avada you.” You hummed in agreeance, burying you face deeper into him and relishing in his body heat. The sleep you got that night was the best you had in months, curled up and nestled close to Mattheo’s body you’d nearly forgotten how much he frustrated you when you’re awake.

A flash of light is what jolts you awake, but Mattheo’s hold on your body seemed to adjust throughout the night, one hand holding the meat of your thigh close around his hip with his other wrapped around your shoulders, your fronts pressed together tightly. The flash of light seemed to disturb Mattheo as well as you heard a grunt and moan of complaint while his grip on your thigh tightened. A brisk feeling of cold ran up your skin as the duvet seemed to be ripped from your form. Another flash of light causing you and Mattheo both to groan. “For Salazar’s fucking sake what the-” you turned your head towards the foot of the bed to see Malfoy shaking two Polaroids in his hand while Blaise stood next to him, trying (and failing) to cover his smile with his hand, “McGonagall told us to come wake you, fucking Godric I’m glad she did.”

Mattheo sat up quickly, finger pointing at Draco accusingly, “I’ll kill you, Cousin, give me those pictures.” Mattheo jumped from the bed, chasing Draco from the cabin still clad in just his sweatpants. You turned to Blaise sheepishly, a small smile on your face. The tall boy only shook his head, twisting his fingers next to his mouth like he was locking his lips before leaving, closing the door behind him.

#nonny bo bonny #fic requests #Mattheo riddle x reader #Mattheo riddle x you

[suugarbabe]

Okayokayokay reader with a hand kink that loves playing with Mattheo's hands, not together, their playing with his hands and he just squeezes his hand to be a show off and their eyes just go wide... Eek

all apologies to everyone in my inbox just now being answered.

thanks for the request lovie!

These were some of the evenings that were your favorite. Just you and your friends by the fire, nothing to extravagant. Just taking the piss and messing about at the end of the day. They were also your favorite because you often ended up in this position. Lying with your back against Mattheo's, one or both of his arms wrapped around your middle.

You'd gotten the question a million times, 'Why don't you just date already'. Truly you didn't have an answer, but you were happy to get to be like this with him, platonic or not. Really it was because you got to aimlessly play with his hands, and you were obsessed. How could anyone not be?

They were big, and strong. The veins on the top showing just enough to be sexy and not enough to gross you out. His palms were rough from years of quidditch but you loved how it felt against your soft ones. His fingers were so...long...and they had you thinking other types of thoughts that would surely have you hiding in shame if anyone found out.

Mattheo didn't mind either. You playing with his hands. He loves how small and delicate yours looked next to his. You relished in this freedom. Lacing your fingers with his, tracing the scars along his knuckes, running your fingers along different veins until they disappears into his forearm or to his fingers. Usually you did this without any reaction from Mattheo. And that's what you were expecting today as well.

But you must have overly distracted yourself with his Greek God hands in yours, not paying attention to the conversation around you. Suddently Mattheo's hand flexed, veins becoming more prominent and forearm feeling strong in your palm. A small gasp escaped your lips before turning your head slightly to catch his eyes. Mattheo, of course, was smirking, "Theo asked you a question, love." You turned your gaze, finding the Italian adorning his own smirk before you responded sheepishly, "Sorry, Teddy."

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #nonny bo bonny

[suugarbabe]

Halloween party, mattheo with little demon horns and reader wearing an Angel costume that just drives him crazy (yes that man has a huge corruption kink and ruining his little Angel is 10/10 for him)

literally so sorry my requests are so so backed up because of the series i was working on and life in general. hope you don't hate me or think i forgot about you :( 18+ under the cut

Mattheo adjusted himself in his seat again, tugging at the crotch of his trousers to try to hide the increasingly growing boner he was sporting as you danced around with Pansy just a few feet in front of him. It was fitting that he chose to dress up as the devil for the Slytherin's Halloween party, horns charmed to look like they were growing directly from his head, because the thoughts he was having about you were sinful.

Dressing as an angel and devil seemed a little cliché to some, but to him it couldn't be more fitting. You were truly heavenly, ethereal even without the dangerously short white silk slip you were wearing and the charmed little wings sprouting from your shoulder blades. If he didn't know any better he'd assume this was your true form. You falling for him was definitely a miracle.

Downing the rest of his firewhiskey he hands the glass to Theo next to him before standing up, making a b-line straight for you. His touch is something you'd recognize in a crowd of thousands, so you weren't at all startled when his arm slinked itself round your waist. He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, the feathers of your wings tickling the bare parts of his chest his chose to display that night.

"You're looking exceptionally pure tonight, Princess," his nose pressed into the nape of your neck, inhaling deeply, getting drunk on the mix of your scent with sweat and alcohol, "m'gonna have to fix that." You turned in his embrace, a small smirk playing coy on your lips. Your arms draped over his shoulders coming at a cross behind his neck, "Is that so, Mr. Devil? And how exactly would you take this angel's purity?"

You looked up at him through your lashes, batting your eyes as innocently as you could muster with the slightest little pout on your plush lips. Mattheo's grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into the flesh through your slip dress. He closed his eyes momentarily, letting out a low huff of air that you swore has the sentient of a growl attached to it.

Pulling your chest flush to his, he started swaying your bodies slightly to the music, his mouth next to your ear giving you a direct play by play of what was running through he devious mind. "First, I'm going to take you back to my dorm, seemingly innocent to anyone that watches. As soon as the door closes," he dragged a finger under the strap of your dress slowly, goosebumps eliciting on your skin, "I'm going to rip this tiny fucking thing off of you."

"Then you're going to get on your knees, wings and all, and you're gonna take my cock down that pretty little throat of yours until there's tears running down this angelic face." He ran his forefinger gently across the apply of your cheek before gripping your throat lightly, leaning back down to your ear. "After, I'm gonna sit on the bed and your gonna sink that tight little cunt all the way down until you can feel me right here," his hand moved from your hip to put pressure right at your belly button, "I'll even let you use my horns for leverage as your ride me, how's that sound, Princess?"

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle smut #nonny bo bonny

[suugarbabe]

I SAW YOUR THIRST OVER MATTHEO AND CAN I COUNTER WITH A threesome with Mattheo and Lorenzo because🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 i feel like those two would work wonderfully together🥴🥴🥴🥴

ohhhh baby oh babbby paris just sounds so lovely doesnt it?

I love my sweet, tall, lanky Enzo but i know in the depths of my soul that this man is possessive.

you're moaning around Mattheo's cock and he's stroking your cheek and his cock twitches on your tongue. Enzo's behind you, filling you up so deep you feel him in the pits of your stomach and he can feel your clenching around him, "You like this huh, angel, like having your mouth full with Riddle while my cock stretches out your tight little hole?"

your eyes roll to the back of your head, throat relaxing so Mattheo can go deeper and he's groaning out, "Fuck, just like that, princess, taking me so deep. Merlin, feels so fucking good."

your pussy clenches at the praise, squeezing Enzo's cock tighter. There's a harsh smack to your ass, causing you to gag on Mattheo's cock before Enzo grabs a fist full of your hair to pull your back flush to his chest, "Remember who you belong to, Angel. Tell me, who owns you? Who gets to fill this pussy whenever he pleases?"

and your brain is going fuzzy at the filthy words combined with Mattheo's tongue sucking on your tits, tongue swirling over your taut nipples as his thumb starts makes tight circles over your clit, "You, Enzo, o-only you, all for you Enzo, always."

"Good girl," his praises pushing you over the edge, euphoria filling your senses and your overcome with pleasure. Then Enzo releases his grip on your scalp, pushing you back down on all fours, still pounding into to, "Go on, angel, let Mattheo fill that throat of yours while I fill this pretty little pussy."

And you do as your told, opening your mouth and flattening your tongue out for Mattheo as Enzo sets a brutal pace, you feeling another orgasm building up for yourself.

In moments you're coming again, moaning ridiculously on Mattheo's cock, the vibrations sending him over the edge and filling your throat with hot spurts before slowly pulling out. Enzo's hips start to stutter, pulling you back so he's fully sheathed inside you before filling you up so much it's leaking out of you before he can even fully pull out.

#i need this now #thanks a lot anon #nonny bo bonny #mattheo riddle smut #enzo berkshire smut #mattheo x reader x enzo #lorenzo berkshire x reader #mattheo riddle x reader

[suugarbabe]

Mattheo Riddle 27 & 36, possibly a smutty end?

(27) "Are you really so oblivious?" (36) "Can I kill him now?" 18+ MDNI!

"oh come on, Teo, he was just being nice! Other people are allowed to be nice to me, yanno," you were doing your best to keep up with his strides. He huffed in annoyance, "Cormac is not people, he's dodgy, a right fucking tosser he is, Y/n and he was fucking hitting on you." You scoffed as you followed him through the portrait hole, and through the common room, right up the steps to the boys dorms, "He was not hitting on me, he was just-" Mattheo spun around, cutting you off, shouting at you "Are you really so oblivious?" He was angry, you understood that but for him to scream at you, imply you were daft was too far. Now it was your turn to be frustrated, to be pissed off and now you were going to play with Mattheo's mind. You flicked your wand, opening his dorm door. "Room. Now." you practically spat the sentence at him and you saw his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. As tough as he was with everyone else, he never yelled at you; you didn't allow it. But he just broke that rule, and now you were seething. He backed into his room, every step he took backwards you took forward until the back of his knees hit the foot of his bed frame. With another flick of your wrist his door was shut and locked, silencing charm applied. "Do you really think Cormac would have any chance with me?" a shudder of a breath left his lips as you ran your finger up his chest, tracing a line beside his tie and up to his neck. You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look down at you, "You know you're the only one, I want Teo. The only one I'd let touch me here," you grabbed his hand, placing it between your thighs so he could feel the heat radiating from your cunt, the dampness on your panties that was forming. "Bloody hell," he breathed, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head. You ran both hands down his chest now, lightly scratching at him as you made your way to his belt, unbuckling and unbuttoning his trousers as you spoke, "You know you're the only one I want in my mouth, deep down in my throat." A whimper leaves his pretty pink lips and you drop to your knees, tugging down his trousers in the process and freeing his cock finally. "Fuck, Y/n," he breaths out when you grab the base and lick the underside and up, wrapping your lips around his leaking head as his hand moves to the back of your head and gives you a little push as you take him fully in your mouth, allowing him to bottom out to your throat just like you said. His hand grips your hair tightly and the burning in your scalp only fuels your further, swallowing around him at the back of your throat before pulling back slightly, working him with your mouth in tandem with one hand as the other comes up to cup and massage his balls. Mattheo is a whimpering mess, doing his best to restrain himself from just grabbing hold of your face and fucking your mouth until he's spilling down your throat. You grab his thighs, raking your nails down the flesh as you bob your head faster, deeper each time until you're nearly gagging each time. "Fuck," he hisses as you scratch down his legs, "you keep doing that, princess and I'm gonna be filling your mouth." You can't help but laugh to yourself given the current state your mouth is in, the vibrations from this on his cock exactly what sends him over the edge and you grab hold of his ass, holding him deep in your throat as you swallow around him, lapping up everything he's giving you in his release. You slowly release him from your mouth as he's panting. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip, gathering a little bit of his release that managed to leak out before pressing his thumb into your mouth and you're sucking on it greedily, savoring the last of him. "Feel better?" You ask as he's stuffing himself back into his uniform. He's still panting, catching his breath but he nods. You know he's still probably angry and this is confirmed when Mattheo gently cups your cheek, kissing your forehead, "I'm going to pay you back for that in the best way later tonight. But, can I kill him now?" You sigh, nodding your head and in a flash he's out the door.

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[suugarbabe]

Hello, I absolutely adore your writing!

Can I please request Mattheo Riddle with prompts 1 and/or 20? Preferably a fluffy ending.

I would love to read this (but absolutely no pressure) so thanks in advance and I´m already looking forward to reading more from you!

(1) thank you so much 🥺 you are far too kind

(2)I couldn't think of a way for these two to be together so I decided to just make two different blurbs for ya

[20] “How long has it been since someone’s hugged you?”

You let out one continuous groan from the moment you walked through the portrait hole until you got to the sofas in front of the fireplaces. The only person in your friend group that was present in the common room was Mattheo. You dropped your school bag on the ground at his feet as you stood in front of him. He leaned back looking up at you from the couch, small smirk on his lips, “Long day?” You nodded, “Worst day so far ever.” He cracked his knuckles in a playful manner, “How can I help, darling? Need me to kick someone’s arse?” You shook your head, instead holding both arms out in front of you, making grabby hands toward him like a toddler. He quirked an eyebrow in return, “What are you doing?” You huffed out loud, “Hug me, Teo.” He waved his hand at you, “No, I don’t do that.” You slouched down on the couch next to him, a pout on your lips, “Theo would hug me.” “Then go find Theo; I don’t do hugs,” Mattheo rolled his eyes, picking back up the book he was reading before you walked in. You were slightly irritated now, Mattheo’s attitude adding to your bad day. You nabbed the book from his hands, him turning his head slowly to face you, face blank, “What do you think you’re doing?” You closed his book, sitting it on the opposite side of you, “How long has it been since someone’s hugged you, Mattheo?” He furrowed his brow, “I just told you I don’t do that.” You weren’t understanding him, “Are you saying you’ve never hugged anyone?” He sighed, lying his head on the back of the couch before facing you again, “I’m sure I have before, I just don’t remember the last time I did it, don’t really see the point. You’re just grabbing onto someone for like thirty seconds then letting go. How does that even make you feel better?” You shook your head in disbelief, getting up from the couch, “Stand up.” You pulled on his arm to follow you, “Stand up Mattheo, now.” He stood, rolling his eyes with arms down at his sides, “What are we doing?” “I’m going to give you a proper hug, and you’re going to understand why hugging is so important.”

He stood still, letting you maneuver his arms open as gave him instructions, “Okay, seeing as you’re like six inches taller than me, I’m going to wrap my arms around your middle. Then, you’re going to wrap your arms around my shoulders. Feel free to nuzzle your face into my hair, I used new conditioner this morning and my hair smells amazing.” He laughed softly at your instructions, reluctantly agreeing. You gave him a smile before taking a step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his middle like you said you would. You nuzzled your face into his chest, breathing in his scent of fresh earth and spice. It took Mattheo a moment to react before following your directions, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He buried his face into the top of your head like you suggested, taking a deep breath. You weren’t wrong about your conditioner, it smelled so good to him; like honey and mandarin oranges. You squeezed him a little tighter, and after a moment you felt him take a deep breath and pull you even closer. “Someone wake Salazar from the dead is Mattheo hugging somebody?” The two of you pulled apart quickly sitting back down on the couch. Mattheo’s cheeks dusted pink and Pansy and Theo walked up to you both. Theo looked almost offended as he sat down across from you. You shrugged your shoulders, “I had a bad day, you weren’t here.” Theo brushed it off, lightly teasing you. Pansy and Theo dragged on about how good their days were as Mattheo leaned in to whisper to you, “You know you have to hug me every day now.” 

[1] “I like how good your hand looks in mine”

You and Mattheo laid on the couch in front of the fire. You were nestled in between his legs, your back to his front. You were playing with the rings on his fingers and you guys listened to Theo drag on about his latest crush. Mattheo was responding to him when necessary, but you were drowning him out. You were obsessed with Mattheo’s hands. The scars that ran along his knuckles from the many fights he had, the perfection of his tanned skin, and don’t get you started on his rings. The one on his middle finger was your favorite. It was a thick silver ring, with a signet of a snake on it. A dark emerald stone as the background to the serpent. You laced your fingers with his, your black manicure on display against the back of his hand. You felt him smile as he kissed your cheek, whispering in your ear, “You know I like how good your hand looks in mine.”

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[suugarbabe]

Gotcha!! I am a sucker for how you write Enzo, and even more of a sucker for hurt/comfort or angst that ends in fluff. So to mix the two, my brain came up with this: Reader and Enzo have been together for a while, both are in love with eachother. The only thing is, R has never seen Enzo's "dark side", because the occasion never presented itself, until when Enzo beats up a guy for touching R and making her uncomfortable. R is shocked to say the least, or taken aback, but offers all the same to clean up Enzo's wounds, very lost in thought, because maybe usually violence scares her. Knowing Enzo he would realize this, and kind of spiral in a "did I scare you? Are you afraid of me? I would never hurt you" worries, while R was simply worried about Enzo's well being. So it ends with Reader comforting Enzo and vice versa, just a sweet bonding moment after a bit of a scare and angst. Feel free to change this or make it more dramatic💕💕💕💕💕

you couldn't shake the slimy feeling you had since this morning when Cormac tried to touch you. Well, he did touch you, smacked your ass really. And when you gave him the finger he called you a slag. You tried to ignore him, ignore the interaction. Enzo had tried to ask you what was wrong at lunch, but you told him you were just tired, that you'd had a tough divination class that morning. You could tell he wasn't buying it, but he also didn't push you.

when you were walking with Pansy on your way to the library, she had asked you again, and finally you told her. "What a fucking tosser! A right prick, he is," you had agreed with her words, telling her that you were going to go to the library for your free period. She said she would see you later and that you two could plan to hex him during dinner if you'd want.

You'd liked that idea, so when you saw Pansy sprinting towards you in the library, you were heavily confused. You stood up as she approached you, nearly out of breath. You urged her to tell you what was going on. She nodded, hands on her knees, "Enzo...in the court yard...Cormac...blood...s'getting real bad."

"Oh my god," you took off running, Pansy (reluctantly given that she had just sprinted to you) close behind. When you got to the court yard a small crowd had already formed. You pushed your way through until you got to the inner circle, your hand instantly going to cover your gape at the scene before you.

You always knew Enzo was a big man, he was not only tall, but broad as well. You just never realized how much broader he was than most the guys your age because from where you were standing, you couldn't even see Cormac with how Enzo was hunched over him, landing blow after blow.

You looked around the circle until you spotted the rest of Enzo's friends, storming up to them. You pointed at Blaise and Mattheo, "Stop him. You stop him right now before a professor comes out here."

Mattheo smirked, "No way, princess. This is Enzo's victim, he's not finished yet." You turned, now seeing a different angle of the fight. Cormac's face was bloody and swollen, one eye closed completely shut, the skin around it looking taught like a balloon.

You turned back to the both of them, "Mattheo Marvelo you stop this right. now. or I swear to Merlin I'll hex your dick to the size of a peanut for a month." With his middle name and the threat, Mattheo nodded at Blaise, both boys launching themselves toward Enzo, struggling slightly to pull him off.

Enzo was fighting back against them slightly, trying to swing towards Cormac again. He was so blind by rage he didn't even notice anyone around him. You couldn't stand it anymore, couldn't watch him fight anymore.

"Lorenzo, enough." Your voice was loud and stern. Enzo looked toward you, immediately catching your eyes and relaxing in the two other boys' hold. When you nodded they finally released him. You instructed the other boys to 'take care of this', motioning toward Cormac's beaten and moaning body.

You grabbed hold of Enzo's forearm, not wanting to fully grab his hand and get covered in someone else's blood. You led him down to the dungeons, down the hall of the boys dormitory and into the bathroom.

You pointed to the edge of the tub, "Sit." Enzo did so immediately, looking down at the ground like a child about to be scolded. You opened of of the cabinets, grabbing gauze and some healing potions that the boys kept on hand.

Walking back towards Enzo, you tapped the inside of one of his knees, signaling him to widen his legs so you could stand between them. You lifted his head with a finger under his chin. His had a small cut on his lower lip, "Looks like he got one good swing on you."

Enzo smirked, "Yeah, one's all he got the chance to get." You tsked at him, "You know I hate fighting, Enzo. You never fight, it's always the others."

Enzo's smirk turned to a frown, his lip splitting open slightly more, "I'm so sorry, angel, did I scare you? Are you afraid of me now? You know I would never hurt you, righ-"

You cut him off with a finger to his lips before patting the split in his lip with gauze and a healing potion.

"Why were you fighting him," you knew the answer, but you wanted to know how he knew. You grabbed one of his hands, waving your wand over the cuts that you can only assume were made from either Cormac's teeth or the harsh bridge of his nose coming into contact with Enzo's fists.

"Darling, my angel girl, he touched you, no, he smacked you, and called you names? What kind of protector would I be if I let shit like that slide. No way, that is never happening." You couldn't help but smile as you finished healing his other hand.

You cupped his cheek now, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth, "My sweet Enzo bear, my big bad protector." Enzo placed his hands on either side of your hips, one hand going round to give you ass a playful squeeze.

You squealed, swatting at his hand with a giggle. Enzo smiled at the sound, pulling you closer still, "I will always be here to protect you, no matter what. I love you angel girl."

You smiled, "I love you too, Enzo," leaning in again to give him a proper kiss.

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[suugarbabe]

Heyy! I was wondering if you could write mattheo riddle x reader with prompts 49 and or 33 please? Fluff xx thanks xx 💗

(33) I can't believe I've never seen this side of you before

(49) I never knew that about you. It's cute

Today fucking sucked. There was no better way to put it. You needed a break from everything, from everyone, just needed to get away and be by yourself. That's how you found yourself on the dock of the black lake, just looking out into the water. You were leaning against one of the pillars, likely hidden from anyone's view that walked by, which was exactly what you wanted. So when you heard footsteps on the dock you froze, pressing your back further into the pillar, just wanting to disappear. You seemed to be doing a good job as you watched Mattheo go up to the edge of the dock, sitting down with his legs crossed to grab what looked like a muggle pencil and sketchbook out of his bag. Your curiosity was peaked at this point and you couldn't stop your mouth as the words came tumbling out, "What are you doing?" Mattheo nearly jumped out of his skin, whipping his head around at the direction of your voice, "Merlin's fucking beard, y/n. When the hell did you get here?" You stood, walking over to him before sitting back down next to him, "I've been here for nearly an hour. Now, tell me what you're doing?" If Mattheo was good at anything, it was avoiding answering questions he didn't want to, "What are you doing? You're just sitting here doing nothing by yourself?" You rolled your eyes, "I had a bad day okay, I come out here to be by myself when I don't want to verbally assault anyone." He smirked at this, "I'd love to see you do that actually, you wanna head back now?" He jutted his thumb over his shoulder back towards the castle. You scoffed, pushing his shoulder, "Okay, Riddle. What are you really doing out here? Why do you have muggle shit with you? That's not like you." He got a little sheepish now, "Oh this stuff, it's nothing. I just come out here to..." he mumbled the end of his sentence, so low you couldn't even make out what he said. "M'sorry, what was that?" you leaned in a little closer, cupping your ear dramatically. He dropped his shoulders, looking up towards the sky like the drama king he was, "I...draw. The muggle way...no magic just like...sketch and stuff." He cheeks were turning more and more pink the longer he spoke, but you had nothing smart to say back to him. You actually kind of admired his secret hobby. "I never knew that about you...it's cute." Your comment had his eyes on yours, "Really?" You nodded, "Really, do you have anything you've done in there? I'd love to see them." You would think he was a kid being told he could buy all the sweets he wanted from Honeydukes the way his eyes lit up, quickly flipping through his sketch pad to pick his favorites to show you. He really was good too, catching all the right details of a Grindylow down to the mischief in it's eyes you've seen as they swim past the windows in the common room. He attention to detail was immaculate. If he charmed it just right, you could swear the Thestral he drew was just a shrunken version of the real thing. You weren't able to see them with your own eyes, but you knew what it was from textbooks. You heart ached slightly from the realization that Mattheo was probably able to see them from a very young age, given his family history. Again you found your mouth unable to keep the words from tumbling out as you spoke, "I can't believe I've never seen this side of you before." Mattheo chucked at this, "Yeah, well I don't exactly go around advertising I'm a sensitive ninny who plays with muggle shit." You shrugged, "I like this version of Mattheo Riddle. You don't always have to have such a stern face and flying fists." You mocked his usual face that he displayed, playfully punching his arm. He smiled shyly, "Well, thank you...I guess. I'm sorry you had a shit day today, though Y/n, truly. Maybe next time it happens you come grab me? We can come back here? I won't make you talk about it, but I'll just draw and you can sit like you were before, but that way neither of us have to be alone." You don't think you had ever agreed to something so quickly.

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