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this is an ode to our pancake chat 🫶🏻

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tom kisses you hard, pushing you down onto his desk and pinning your hands against the wood, gripping both of your wrists with one hand. he scrapes his teeth against your lips, separating them and letting his tongue wash against yours. you whine loudly into his mouth, raising your hips up to grind yourself against his prominent erection. when he finally pulls away, a string of saliva connects his lips to yours, stretching out as he moves away from you.

he grins mischievously down at you, prying your jaw open with strong fingers and allowing his spit to drip down into your open mouth. tom pushes your jaw closed when he’s done, sealing his palm over your lips and pressing down.

BEFORE ANYONE CALLS ME STUPID IM ALLOWED TO WRITE THIS FOR TOM OKAY?

detention ->

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it burns as the curse sets in. your whole body is on fire, pain washes over you from the ends of your hair down to your toes. tom doesn’t stop moving, flicking his fingers against your clit and jack hammering into you at an unforgiving pace. you scream and whine helplessly, begging him through garbled words to just stop this torture.

“if you don’t stop this incessant babbling i’ll have to gag you,” he sighs as if it’s a bother to him, but he grins evilly at your screaming, “i’m not gonna let you act like a brat and get away with it anymore. next time you disobey me, crucio won’t be the only charm i’ll use on you,”

he lets the curse hit you once more and all your muscles tense at once, squeezing his dick and making you shriek relentlessly. your mind battles between the overwhelming pain and pleasure, shaking and twitching as your orgasm slams into you like a tidal wave.

THIS IS MY EXCUSE TO WRITE BABY FEVER WITH TOM

Defence Against the Dark Arts ->

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“tommy,” you whine, hugging his arm and giving him the best puppy dog eyes you can muster, “i have a question,”

he makes a sort of non-committal hum, taking his eyes off his book and looking down at you with his gorgeous brown eyes, “what is it now? you want a puppy?”

“i wanna baby,” you snuggle up closer to him, wrapping both arms around his chest and resting your head on his shoulder, “you would be such a good dad,”

“where’s this come from, then?” he chuckles, bringing his hand up to comb gently through your hair, “you been watching too many of those tiktok’s?”

“doesn’t matter, i want a baby, Tommy, please?” you can’t help but picture your boyfriend with a baby in his arms, cooing and smiling at your child, “don’t you want a baby?”

tom daddy riddle

Herbology ->

Hold me close and hold me fast / The magic spell you cast / This is "La vie en rose" / When you kiss me, heaven sighs / and though i close my eyes / i see “La vie en rose”

I'm going with... detention with Mattheo ♡

The dark scenario: "Locked inside the classroom and there's a fire spreading through the school and it's trying to break through the wooden door which also is the only way out of the classroom."

hi love!!!

detention ->

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smoke crawls beneath the doorframe, clinging to the walls and ceilings of your transfiguration classroom. escape is futile, even if the door wasn’t bolted shut, the flames would kill you before you made it ten feet down the hallway. you can barely breathe through the smoke, and mattheo isn’t making it any easier on you.

“matt, you have to stop, we could die in here,” you push against his shoulders, stopping him from letting his mouth to descend on your pussy once again. he’d been on you since the fire started, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you and drinking up every last drop from your lips. you can’t stop him, he won’t let you. he’s too strong, too persuasive. plus, he’s the only one in the room with a wand; he’s your only way out, so you give him what he wants.

“don’t care, shut up,” he knocks your hands away and forces your legs apart and flattens his tongue over your pussy lips, “give me one more, just one more and i’ll get you out of here, all safe and sound,”

you sob at the overstimulation, forcing yourself to stay still as he devours you. he suctions his lips around your clit, flicking his tongue back and forth as he pushes two fingers deep inside you.

Care of Magical Creatures ->

L is for Location (where does he like to do it?)

what valorant agent am i?

what colour am i hehehe

Stay with me here. A drabble with Mafia!Mattheo. Reader is dating him, but she doesn't know about his line of work. One day, she's wandering his house and finds a room full of weapons...

(why do I kinda wanna write this now hello?)

girl i’ve GOT U don’t worry this has been my dream for so long

Detention ->

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you slide out of bed before Matt for once, anxious to make him breakfast in bed after such a long week. he’s been so stressed lately, what with so many meetings with his investors. you try to stay out of his work talk, frankly you don’t understand most of it, and it seems like Matt is eager for you to stay away.

as you slide into your slippers and make your way downstairs, you notice the door to his office is open and a stack of paperwork is teetering on the edge of falling. you go inside purely to neaten the place up a bit, but you have to hold back a horrified scream as you see a big black gun on his desk. you don’t know what kind it is, you never really cared to learn about guns. you stand for a moment, an irrational fear of the gun suddenly going off and killing you spiking in your mind and freezing you in place.

you start to dig around. this can’t be mattheo’s gun. the man you love could never own a gun and just leave it around his office. this can’t be happening. you keep finding things, things that make you want to run and scream and yell at your boyfriend. there’s a pair of knuckledusters in his desk drawer. another gun. a knife. a box full of bullets. more guns. so many guns. how does he get so many guns in england? you find plans, stacks on stacks of papers and you don’t quite understand them but there are pictures in those papers that you recognise from the news- those people are all dead now.

you can’t breathe. what is happening? this can’t be real, you’re dreaming. you hear footsteps. oh god, he’s awake. do you hide? the thought seems absurd, you can’t hide from mattheo, he’s your boyfriend.

“what’re you doing in my-“ he stops short when he sees you on the floor of his office, surrounded by guns and knives and other various weapons. he lets out a sigh, “well, i suppose it was only a matter of time before you found out,”

“what is this?” you look up at him, teary eyed, praying that he’ll tell you it was all a big joke and he really is just a stock trader, “why do you have all these weapons?”

“this is how i keep you safe, baby,” he soothes, bending down to your level and placing a kiss to your forehead, “this is how i give you a nice house and nice clothes and pretty jewellery. don’t you like that?”

“not now that i know this is how you got it!” you cry out, fat tears scorching your cheeks, “i don’t want this!”

theodore kidnapping reader 🫦🫦

girl u are fucked up but you’re pretty so it’s okay

Detention ->

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you wake up in the middle of the night with a hand over your mouth, nails piercing into the flesh around your lips, dragging your from beneath your sheets. your legs are weak from sleep but you kick and struggle against your assailant. a ghost of a breath brushes past your ear as the man speaks, “stop fucking struggling, or i’ll make this a lot worse for you,”

you cry against the man’s hand, clawing at the skin helplessly in a vain attempt to get away, pleading against the flesh but your voice is muffled against his strong hold. none of your attempts work, he’s too strong.

“it’s going to be okay,” his voice is soft but gravelly, he drags you to the door of your room and down the stairs, “i’m taking you somewhere better, we’re gonna have so much fun together, don’t you want to have fun with me?”

he takes his hand from your mouth, hooking his arm around your neck, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his bulging bicep as he pulls you towards a dark car outside. you begin to scream louder now that you can be heard, “i don’t want to go anywhere with you! fucking let me go!”

girl u didn’t give me a man to work with so i’m gonna tell u a story about sharing a cigarette with Theo after a stressful day (caution for Cedric slander im sorry)

Defence Against the Dark Arts ->

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“gods i hate potions,” you complain, resting your chin on the shoulder of your equally exhausted boyfriend, barely keeping your eyes open as he presses the filter of your cigarette to your lips, inhaling a sweet lungful of smoke, “i hope that tomorrow we make a poison that will render me totally unable to move my arms. maybe then i won’t have to worry about dealing with my potions partner,”

“it’s alright, love,” he holds you tighter to his chest, shielding you from the cold of the open window invading your room, “i’ll make sure that mean old professor doesn’t put you with that Diggory boy again,”

theodore + g <3

Care of Magical Creatures ->

G is for Goofy (are they funny in bed? do they make jokes or are they more serious?)

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i feel like theo makes little jokes when it’s like normal vanilla sex, right? like early in the morning when u just woke up he’ll have a little giggle bc ‘oh my god, do we both have morning breath or is it just me?’ or ur both a little drunk after a party and he trips over his own feet trying to carry u to bed and he’s all ‘i need to hit the gym more, i can’t have you going around telling the boys i can’t take my woman to bed’

girl i think ur brain needs to be in a museum

potions ->

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you always shiver when his fangs begin to protrude from his mouth, pinprick goosebumps crawling up your back in anticipation for the bite. he always grins at your nervousness, he says it makes your blood sweeter. it’s like a game to him, a game of cat and mouse.

“is it going to hurt this time?” his teeth, sharp as daggers, run across the bare expanse of your neck and you arch into the contact despite yourself. his hands are everywhere, all over your chest, your back, your legs. he’s touching you like he needs you to survive. and he does, “it hurt last time, can you make it better?”

GIRL I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS

herbology ->

please excuse me for asking multiple at once but i’m too curious…

what harry potter + hunger games + stranger things character am i? 👀

girl ur fine i got u

ur like

luna/joanna/nancy

bc ur like

OKAY LETS TRY THIS AGAIN BUT BETTER THIS TIME

care of magical creatures ->

B is for Body Parts

i feel like for tom his favourite part of u is ur thighs. leaving bruises on them? yup. watching them go red from scratches? YUP. sinking his teeth into the fat and seeing the imprint of his bite? DOUBLE YUP. testing how many handprints he can make from slapping them when you’re bratty? TRIPLE YUP