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cw fauxcest, second hand embarrassment?

You had said it once. On accident. You were tired, it wasn't really your fault. Body sluggish and weak as you stumbled onto the heli after your teammates.

"Thanks, Dad." You mumbled as John tossed you a full canteen of water. Not yet aware of what you had said as you chugged the cool liquid.

They all had a right laugh about it. Lots of teasing. Lots of jabs about how old the captain was, how much you looked up to him to call him that. It was a bloody accident. And it left your face burning, sulking the entire flight home. Snapping tiredly at the boys whenever they brought it up again.

And boy did they bring it up. Every chance they had.

"Don't you mean, Dad?" Gaz would grin as you called after Price in the hallway. Drawing laughs from the rest of them. Earning a punch in the arm that left him pouting.

Ghost and Johnny would very loudly ask questions whenever you were in the vicinity. Asking 'Dad' what the next mission was, what was for dinner, who was on cleaning duty. Or in Johnny's case, 'Daddy'. He always took it a step further.

Even John wouldn't let it go. It thrilled him, that you viewed him as a father figure. A mentor of sorts. He would guide you if that was what you wanted. John knew he would likely never have children, but he could care for you in the same way.

Sort of.

"You love Dad's cock, don't you, kid?"

Soft whines spilled from your lips. Shoving your face into the pillow so you wouldn't have to listen to him ramble. Cunt split open deliciously by the length of him. Each thrust spearing deep, his heavy balls slapping against your clit in the most perfect way.

"Yeah, you do." He mused, knowing you were trying to ignore him. Grinding deep against your cervix until you were gasping. "Only yer Dad could take care of you like this. You wouldn't let anyone else make you cum, would you?"

You responded with another half moan, half sob. The pillow damp against your cheek. From drool, sweat or tears you couldn't tell.

"Say it."

Your hair fell over your face when you shook your head. Clawing at the sheets for purchase as he started to fuck you harder, faster. The breath leaving your lungs with every snap of his hips. Surely hard enough to leave bruises along your ass and the backs of your thighs.

"Say you want yer Dad to make you cum. Beg for Dad to fill you nice and full."

His fist gripped your hair when you shook your head again. Tugging you back so you couldn't hide anymore. Pulling hard enough to make you cry out.

"Please! Dad please! You fuck me so goodpleaseletmecum! Need you... you, Dad."

You weren't sure if anything you said made sense. But he did drop you back onto the bed. Keeping his thrusts steady as he reached around to toy with your clit. Pleased with how easily you submitted.

"So good, kid. I'm proud of you."

Despite it all, despite the embarrassment. You felt your mind go warm and fuzzy at his praise. Filling a void you didn't know was there.

tomriddlehyperfixataion

The dark lords nanny - Part 10

Tom Riddle X Nanny! Reader

Summary; Tom has made an...attempt at Abraxas' advice, to find a wife. Except the one woman he finds doesn't work out, and slowly — feelings that once sat below the surface come to light as another man notices what he takes for granted. But he's still oblivious as to why this bothers him.

P1 P9

-two months later-

Tom had found a respectable woman to court, pureblood, liked children but didn’t want any of her own—which Tom was sort’ve relived by because he was not attracted to her in the slightest if they ever got past courting—and wasn’t, visibly, bothered by (y/n)’s presence in the manor and in Mattheo’s life.

tomriddlehyperfixataion

The dark lords Nanny- Tom Riddle x reader- Part 1/prolouge

she/her reader, afab, no warnings...yet, set in the 1950s. Tom will be revered to as 'the lord/the dark lord/the lord of the manor' or 'Voldemort' until later on in the fic, unless referring to hogwarts age Tom Riddle or by someone not within his circle.

It hadn’t been a job you had expected, childcare wasn’t something you had planned for when you went to school-you had thought of being a healer, or an auror, or perhaps a professor.

Being a nanny, wasn’t exactly what you had expected; much less a live-in nanny for someone you once knew during those seven long school years at Hogwarts. But some news you had gotten in your early 20s had led you down the career path you had now, a professional live-in nanny; you had had a few short jobs in your past, just helping out new mothers or keeping children in check for working mothers-and as for the job you had now; You had gotten the call about 3 months ago now, to become a live-in nanny for a newborn whose mother wasn’t in the picture and the father was far too busy to take care of him.

the-moons-kiss

(so I think tom riddle will always be at least a little yandere but this is in the more traditional sense lol)

I think tom riddle would really take advantage of not only his reputation, but also the mysterious student disappearances at Hogwarts when finally “claiming” his darling (you). you disappear one night when you’d gone to the library, not a trace of you left behind except for a stray pen beneath a chair. the prefect on duty, some hufflepuff boy, has no idea what happened. these are dangerous times, he says, they have been since myrtle died. he’s right, the professors reason, there have been multiple disappearances in these past couple years. not much is done to investigate yours.

no one can hear you pounding on the locked door of tom riddle’s private dormitory, thanks to the numerous spells he cast to ensure complete privacy. he’d have members of the knights of walpurgis routinely stand guard over you whenever he had duties to attend to. any students that may have suspected anything of him were quickly silenced. you’re trapped with tom day in and day out.

at first, you tried to threaten him, but he’d long since taken your wand and even without such means he’s stronger than you. then, you tried to bargain with him. as interesting as that was, there was very little his connections couldn’t get him. after all, it was just you he wanted. now, you’d resorted to the silent treatment, much to tom’s chagrin. he’d much preferred it when you were cursing him or trying to push him away. he tells himself you’ll come around someday. you’ll adore him, just as so many others do. you argue that they’ve never seen this side of him, but tom tells you that you should consider it an honor that he’s revealing this much of himself to you. no, he’s sure you’ll come around eventually. he can be very persuasive, after all.

but still, as he watches you gaze out the window, refusing to even acknowledge him, his hand drifts down to his pocket. the small vial of amortentia malfoy has given him sits heavy against his thigh. “just in case,” malfoy had said. tom had told himself he’d never use it, that it was entirely unnecessary. looking at you now, for the first time, he doubts that.

like mother, he supposes, like son.

casuallyanidiot

A yandere who kidnaps you purely because he's jealous of you.

Tw. Noncon, Dead dove do not eat, Mndi, Yandere, force feminization, just general creep shit

Yandere Incel bites his lip to the point where it bleeds every time he sees you. You think you can just flounce around wherever you please and make friends, huh?

You must think you're too good for him. That must be why you seem so nervous whenever he glowers at you from the corner of your office floor. It's totally not because you've caught him trying to sniff your ass while he's behind you on the stairs.

"You're not so high and mighty now, are you?" He sneers as he shoves his cock further down your throat. He can see tears slipping out from underneath your blindfold, and he laughs cruelly. You're choking, and he just loves the way your cute little nostrils flare as you try so desperately to breath. He made you put on lipstick, and it was all smeared in little shaky rings all along his shaft and the base of his balls. You've even got some on your chin, mixed scarlet and milky white with some of his precum. He smiles between shaky moans.

He's practically buzzing as he takes in the sight of mascara streaming down your cheeks, the haphazardly tied ribbons in your hair, and the pastel pink cuffs he's bound your arms with behind your back. You're unable to fight, and he thinks you look just the way you should be all tousled and fucked out.

You've always been better than him, he thinks with gritted teeth as he then fucks into your tight ass. Your poor, bruised cheeks are littered with imprints from his hands, and they bounce with each deep, sloppy roll of his hips. He's been trying to stretch you out with toys and his hands for a while now, so that you'll finally crave him as much as he unfortunately craves you.

Yandere Incel who makes you wear the most humiliating outfits. He like making you wear frilly little skirts with thongs that barely cover your crotch. He relishes in slipping on heels that are so high and covered in bows that you couldn't possibly walk in them. He likes knowing that you can't go anywhere once he's locked you into them. Yandere Incel who starts to learn how to do makeup so that he can make you into the helpless little doll he's been imagining you as for years.

He likes having you clean and cook around the house while he watches. You have a thick dildo shoved up your twitching hole the entire time, of course. He smirks as he watches you tremble from the force of another forced orgasm while you struggle through the dishes. He remembers how you used to be, proud and great at work. You used to wear nicely tailored suits with a practiced smiles while getting all the praise in the world. Well now he has you, and you have no choice but to rely on him for attention now.

He smirks as he holds you tightly at night. He knows how pretty you were, how competent and well put together you used to be. Of course you had loads of people trying to get with you. Don't you know that he would kill to be in your shoes? Well, not anymore he wouldn't. Not when, out of everyone else who admired you, he's the one that made you his beloved little house spouse.

In a lot of ways, it's something to envy.

itsgretta

“What do you think? Cleaning up after the intense study session we had.”

wordcount: 2.8k pairing: tom riddle x f!you warnings: 18+, semi-public hand job(m!receiving), just porn with a little plot, libraries are NOT for studying. author's note: i had so much fun writing this!! Masterlist

Libraries and you never stood on the same page. Those ancient, withered pages your boyfriend had been caressing every spare moment of his extremely busy schedule. Deep down you were envious of the stupid books getting all his attention. Well, not so deep, but enough to let him notice the tiniest changes in your behavior: a small frown, a lower lip pouting, and your huffy muttering.

The Head Boy duties were not so kind to both of you. Tom often spent his time among the towering piles of homework or prefects’ reports, or side projects for Slughorn (or everything at once), sneaking around with his lackeys, and exuding superiority all around the school. Thus, you were left picking up the leftovers of his time. A crumb of a late-night meeting here, a bit of snogging behind the greenhouses there… Hunger was a cruel master—it tended to leave greed where satiety should have been.

astertoria

tom riddle x reader, gloryhole!au

w/c: 2.8k

tags: 18+, smut (piv, oral, fingering, anonymous sex)

tom sits at the head of the dining table, looking at all of his followers: the knights of walpurgis.

lestrange, black, avery, rosier, and malfoy. . . who is staring at him with a stupid little smirk on his face.

“you are all dismissed,” tom says, clasping his hands together.

one by one, they all file out of the room - all of them except malfoy. again, what could he possibly want?

“can i help you, abraxas?” he asks coldly.

“no, not at all, my lord.” abraxas grins. tom is smart enough to see something foolish lingering beneath his follower's expression. “you see, i am in no need of assistance. it is not about what you could do for me, but what i could do for you.”

“what could you possibly have to offer me, abraxas? other than your gold - but must i remind you there are five other purebloods whose vaults i have access to?”

abraxas puts his hands in his pockets, letting out a sigh. “it is just you seem rather - tense, my lord. i only say this out of concern for your health and well-being. us - all of your dutiful followers have noticed it.”

tom clenches his jaw as he tries not to cast a crucio. “tense - how?”

abraxas purses his lips and shrugs, “i mean, lestrange and rosier can barely walk after their latest punishment - and that was not even their fault. you used to be far more lenient.”

tom feels a wave of anger wash through his mind, “are you questioning your lord's decisions?”

“no, my lord.” abraxas looks down sheepishly.

“then do not bother me about such nonsense again, lest you would like to join lestrange and rosier.”

“of course, my lord. i apologize for overstepping.” he then pulls something out of his coat pocket: a slim, vibrant pink business card. he places it on the table and slides it over to tom.

abraxas gives him sly wink, “but, just consider it,” he smirks, “thank you for your time, my lord.” he then saunters out the door with his stupid gait.

as soon as tom hears the door click shut behind him, he hesitantly picks up the card.

the sinful witches lounge! no disillusion spells needed ~ your secrets are safe with us.

ten galleons for door entry, twenty galleons to relax with our lovely witches ;), and fifty galleons for a private room.

prices are non-negotiable, and the usage of magic inside our establishment is strictly prohibited.

1445, knockturn alley.

he scoffs under his breath. did abraxas just give him the business card to a brothel? he should have expected nothing less from a malfoy - promiscuity was in their blood.

tom casts an inferno towards the card, watching the paper disintegrate into small pieces of ash.

he was going to be the most powerful wizard in the world. he does not care about being tense, and he has no time for frivolous activities such as sex. abraxas deserved an hour of torture for even having the confidence to suggest such a thing. and besides, tom’s reputation was far too high to risk being seen there.

his brain fumbles for a second, but abraxas is a malfoy, coming from generations of aristocrats, and he is presumably a frequent customer, so clearly there was no risk of sullying his reputation - no, no, he would not disgrace his dignity by going to such a place. . .

☆

tom stares up at the dingy building in front of him. to be fair, it looks inconspicuous - just another dark building in knockturn alley. he has his cloak covering his head, but he doubts anyone who frequents these streets would care about seeing him here.

he pushes the front door open, and the inside looks just like the outside: dark, dingy, and dilapidated. nothing like the obnoxious pink business card.

he sees a young witch sitting at a reception desk, prices are listed on the wall behind her, like it is some sort of cafe.

she’s smacking on muggle gum, flipping through a magazine.

tom clears his throat.

her eyes slowly trail up, and when they meet his, a large smile grows on her face. “well, hello there, handsome.”

he gives her an awkward nod as he pretends to look at the prices behind her.

“you look awfully nervous, are you a first timer?”

tom swallows his pride and nods. “yes.”

“mmkay.” she raises a brow and leans over the desk. “so, for starters: no face concealments.”

tom reluctantly pulls his hood back, holding back a scowl.

“was there something specific you were looking for today?”

tom did not even know why he came here today. he supposes he just wants to see if the recommended methods of stress reliefs were accurate, but how did that translate to picking a public or private dance?

the woman takes his silence as answer, “private room it is then. you look a little too conservative for all the public stuff.”

too conservative?

“sixty galleons, please.” she smiles, sticking out her hand. “and absolutely no refunds, obviously.”

tom grumbles, fishing through his pockets for his satchel of gold. he pulls out a handful of galleons - more than enough - and places it on the table.

the woman grins happily, pocketing the gold.

she sits up from behind the desk, gesturing for him to follow her. she leads him to a plain oak door, but once she mutters an incantation with her wand, it transfigures into a ruby red entryway.

when she swings it open, a loud bass immediately reverberates through his entire body. tom hesitantly follows, and is surprised to see how much larger the space is.

it is absolutely packed with people. various men and women are sitting at tables - laughing, dancing, drinking. and of course there is a large stage in the centre, with more than enough strippers on poles.

the woman laughs when she notices his ogling, she motions for him to keep coming.

she brings him to the furthest corner of the building where there is a beaded curtain leading to a hallway.

there are multiple doors, and she brings him in front of the first one on the left. there is a name card on the door - he reads your name out mentally, it sounds unfamiliar.

“a few rules: one, no magic, if that wasn’t obvious. if even a lumos is cast, you will automatically be hexed and ejected from the building. two, be respectful of that lovely lady on the other side of the wall or you will be cursed.” she hums for a moment, thinking. “i believe that’s all.”

“enter whenever you’re ready, and have fun, of course.” she winks at him before departing.

tom clears his throat as he enters the room. his mouth immediately goes dry when he sees you.

the only part of you thats visible is your lower half - but you are entirely bare and open. there’s not a single inch of skin that is not visible to his eyes.

you are on your back, and both of your legs are hoisted in the air, spreading you wide. tom nearly groans when he sees the condensation collecting between your legs.

well, this was not what he was expecting. he finally understands how men get away with coming here, the intimacy rooms are entirely anonymous.

“hello.” he says because he is a respectful young man.

“hi.” you reply, your voice is slightly muffled from the other side of the wall.

tom takes a tentative step forward, only a foot away from you. he feels like an idiot, he does not even know where to start or what to do.

“can i touch you?” he asks softly.

you giggle, "isn't that why you're here?’

he huffs out a laugh; he supposes that is true.

his shaking hands come to rest on the back of your thighs, trailing up to your calves, feeling the smoothness of your skin.

“your hands are so cold.” you whisper.

“sorry,” tom reluctantly pulls his hands away.

“i can warm them up for you. . .”

“i thought magic was prohibited?”

“it is,” you say slyly, “i want you to warm them up in my cunt.”

tom freezes, it is like your words had some sort of spell on him, because all of a sudden every single ounce of blood falls straight to his groin, where he can feel himself rapidly hardening.

his hands slowly come down to the back of your thighs once more, trailing them down once they meet the crevice of where your thighs meet your hip.

he leans down to get a closer look, and he does not know what possesses him, but he parts his lips and lets a glob of saliva drop from his lips. it lands directly on your clit, and tom brings his thumb to follow, rubbing his saliva into your wetness.

you let out a surprised gasp in response, and he takes that as an invitation to start rubbing firm circles on your clit.

“is this what you meant?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“yes,” you moan out.

he then lowers himself to his knees in front of you. he is grateful for the wall, because he would never be caught dead on his knees for someone.

tom opens his mouth slightly as he just stares like a stupid virgin. he watches your cunt twitch as his hot breath fans across your folds.

he leans forward and hesitantly licks your clit, groaning when the taste of your arousal hits his tongue. he is immediately hooked. his second taste is an open mouthed kiss on the entirety of your cunt, his jaw flexing as he keeps licking.

you are anything but silent on the other side of the wall, loud moans of yes, please, yes, fill tom’s ears.

he is not stupid, so he takes that as motivation to keep going. he moves his hands to your hips, using them as leverage to pull you closer to his face.

his tongue does not rest, and his continues circling it around your clit, once in a while flicking down to your hole. your wetness slowly starts to increase, and your cunt has really just turned into a mess. tom cannot believe that he did not do this sooner, he might have just found a new hobby, because it truly is better than simply fucking a witch.

your moans increase in volume, and tom takes that a sign you are getting close. he lowers his tongue to your hole, entering it with a firm push, and the same time, he brings his thumb back to your clit rubbing in a delightful pressure. his tongue goes in and out and in and out, and you clench down as you scream, finally climaxing.

but, tom does not stop, he keeps fucking your hole with his tongue, and his thumb refuses to stop abusing your clit. he is absolutely entranced, and he does not think he could stop if he wanted to.

finally, when your legs begin shaking, and your words turn into a blabbering sob, does he finally pull away.

“was that good for you?”

“yes, yes, please fuck me now.”

tom bites his lip as he rises to his full height once more. his hips are perfectly aligned with yours. he stares down at the obvious tent in his slacks, as he comes forward to press himself against you once more.

as soon as your cunt comes into contact with his clothed erection, you begin using your hips to eagerly grind yourself against him. the mess between your legs is surely soiling his expensive trousers, but tom cannot find it in himself to care.

he lets out a choked gasp as your hips roll against his.

“you feel so good.” you moan.

tom loses himself in the sensation of you giving his cock attention, it has been months since tom has indulged in anything remotely sexual, and he’s not sure how much longer he will last if you keep this up - and he has not even properly fucked you yet.

“wait,” tom whispers.

his hands drop to his belt, immediately undoing it, before tugging down his pants and boxers together. his cock springs up, flushed red at the tip. he has never been this hard before.

he strokes himself once before dragging his tip between your folds, purposefully applying pressure to your clit, before dragging it down to your entrance. yet, he still does not push inside, instead repeating his ministrations, dragging himself up and down.

“stop teasing.” you murmur.

and before you can say anything else, tom slips into you fully. with how wet you are there is practically no resistance as he rests his cock balls deep inside of you.

you gasp at the sudden intrusion, and tom has to stop himself from groaning at the sensation. his hands come to your hips, gripping your flesh so tightly his knuckles turn white. he needs some form of leverage - something to hold onto and ground himself so he does not immediately cum.

“move.” you say.

“you are quite bossy,” tom laughs, shaking his head.

you whine, “please.”

begging does seem to always do it for tom. he slowly retracts his hips, waiting until only his tip remains before entering once more with a deep thrust.

you both moan at the same time, and tom continues with his slow and deep thrusts. with every movement of his hips, he hears the squelch of your arousal and his precum mixing together.

when your legs start twitching, he increase his pace, beginning to fuck you in earnest.

“your cunt is worth so much more than sixty galleons.” he whispers, bringing his thumb to your clit once more.

you moan in response, as he begins to rub circles on your clit, continuing to thrust into you, pushing your body backwards with the roughness of his movements.

“i’m close,” you whisper, feeling the precipice of your orgasm approaching.

“fuck,” tom says.

he does his best to restrain his orgasm, as he fucks you harder and resumes his movements on your clit. your wanton noises increase in volume, and before he knows it he feels an intense rush of liquid coating his cock, and your cunt clenches down on him firmly, nearly trapping him in place.

he refuses to stop his movements, elongating your pleasure while chasing his own orgasm.

“are you going to cum in me?” you ask innocently.

“do you want me to?”

“yes, please.” he nearly moans at that. “i want you to fill me up.”

again, it is like your words have some sort of magical effect. his balls tighten and he feels like he is floating when he finally releases in you. his hips continue moving absentmindedly, stuffing you with more of his cum.

you are both breathless for a few seconds, and tom reluctantly pulls back. this is what he had paid for after all. he tucks himself back into his pants, and watches your swollen, red cunt begin to drip with his seed.

his hand comes to your folds once more, you flinch in response, but he ignores your protests of being too sensitive as he rubs his cum into you.

“how much do i have to pay to see your face when i fuck you?” he murmurs.

☆

abraxas attends the next meeting with a buzz of anxiety.

he realizes now that he was possibly being a bit too overzealous when he suggested the witches lounge, but it truly did come from a place of honest concern for someone he cares about.

his throat bobs as he enters the formal dining room. he is not entirely sure what he is expecting: perhaps tom will crucio him, hex him, or even send an avada his way.

but, his eyes nearly widen when he sees tom smiling at a joke rosier makes. and it was not one of those polite, strained smiles tom often did, abraxas could actually see his dimples.

what the bloody hell. . .

“abraxas,” tom says, still smiling, “it is nice to see you have joined us today.”

“of course, my lord.” abraxas tentatively sits down, trying his best to conceal his bewilderment.

he sits awkwardly at the table, his hands folded in front of himself. he is far too nervous to engage in any sort of conversation.

“abraxas,”

“yes, my lord?” he swallows a breath, trying his best to appear collected. he is waiting for the crucio, or the punishment. tom is surely about to send him on another terrible mission to moscow.

“thank you,” tom says casually, lifting his glass of whisky.

the rest of the wizards around them look perplexed as the all exchange confused glances - but abraxas knows. tom really did take his advice. and it seemingly worked because he does not think he has seen tom look this relaxed since first year.

before he can stop himself, he laughs. “any time, my lord.”

a/n: i’m so sorry this is just a horny mess

makelemonade

PURITY

(TABOO) When the boys find out your a muggleborn, you begin to think it's over- what would they want to do with a dirty mudblood like you? But to them, the only difference is you just don't have enough pureblood cum in you, and lucky for you, your boys are all purebloods.

Part 13 of freaky slytherins

INCLUDES ALL THE BOYS, lowkey taboo, insanely explicit, lots of cum mentions, degrading, rogh sex, slapping, being spat on, lowkey the boys 'cleansing' you as a muggleborn but they dont gaf, LOTS OF MENTIONS OF MUDBLOOD, I promise it was just during the sex, this may not be everyone's cup of tea and that's okay, ROUGH LORENZO FOR THE FIRST TIME, lorenzo is acc a bitch, reader is a muggleborn if that wasnt clear but this can be read standalone since its prev mentioned shes a halfblood, uhm like theres too much so good luck, LIKE 7K WORDS

makelemonade

FREAKY SLYTHERINS

In which the slytherin boys (Mattheo, Lorenzo, Theodore, Draco and Blaise_ and their famous girls (Y/N, Daphne, Astoria and Pansy) aren't just the deadliest friend group...but also a friend group that fucks each other on the down low.

(Please note it begins as suggestive mentions of smut and more group dynamic, but it WILL be going into smut soon and I will write beside it if it includes actual full-fledged written smut. Reader will have more of a liking to theodore (like fully confesses love type liking)

PART1- INITATION NIGHT - Where Y/N sits with the friend group at a party and begins her initiation with Theodore (who knew it would be so easy?) (SUGGESTIVE)

PART2- WORDS BEHIND WALS- It's been two months since Y/N joined the group, let's see just how she's doing...and just how easy miscommunication is when she thinks the boys are talking about her behind her back! (HURT/COMFORT)

PART3- NO NUT NOVEMBER- The boys partake in no nut November, the girls are determined to break them. (SMUT- THEODORE)

PART4 - SUPER RICH KIDS - In which Y/N finds it hard to keep up with the rich hobbies of her group. (SUBTLE HURT/COMFORT)

PART5- SWEET AND SOUR - When the sweetest boy of the group gets stressed and doesn’t want to bother, you make sure to relieve him (SMUT- LORENZO)

PART5- THE YULE BALL AND THEODORE NOTT'S BROKEN HEART- Every year for the Yule Ball, the girls go with the boys. Even before they turned into what they are now, as good friends they’d all go. Now that you’re here, you think Theodore might ask you, but the girls tell you he’s never asked anyone. So, you end up going with Cormac, but this won't end like you expect it to, nor does anyone else.

PART6 (CONTINUATION TO PART 5)- NEVER FUCK WITH US OR OUR GIRLS - When you get back together with Cormac, and Adrian Pucey and Astoria fall in love, the group deals with their betrayal, and Theodore and Draco realize they have lost their girls. However, a certain trio thinks something is off...

PART 7- SUPER SOAKER- When Lorenzo makes you squirt for the first time, the other guys decide to step up their game. (SMUT- ENZO AND MATTHEO)

PART 8- BEST OF BOTH WORLDS- Once again, you and Lorenzo are studying for your exams, just your in a state of not giving a shit and cuddling with Theodore while Lorenzo suffers in his dorm. That's when Theo decides you'll BOTH relieve Lorenzo... (SMUT- THEO AND ENZO)

PART9- JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY- You get asked out to a party by none other than Draco's enemy, Harry Potter, and after discussion, you decide to secretly go, but you weren't as secretive as you thought you were. (SMUT- DRACO)

PART 10- WHO WOULD THINK OF SNAPE?!- When the group first started, the boys told you the safe word was Snape- because if your mind EVER went to Snape during sex that's clearly saying how bad it was. You've gone almost a year strong without using the safe word, but everyone reaches their limit.

PART 11- BIRTHDAYS SUCK ANYWAY- The group seemingly forgets your birthday

PART 12- SHARING IS CARING- Mattheo and Theodore are best friends, they share everything, and often, that means you and Daphne. (SMUT)

PART 13- PURITY (TABOO)- When the boys find out your a muggleborn, you begin to think it's over- what would they want to do with a dirty mudblood like you? But to them, the only difference is you just don't have enough pureblood cum in you, and lucky for you, your boys are all purebloods.

PART 14- OWNED- The boys tease Enzo for always being so desperate for you, so Y/N shows them that she could realistically ruin any of them by ruining the dominant of the group- Mattheo.

PART 15- MOVIE NIGHT! - You all have a movie night in the common room, but with Blaise and Theodore at either side of you, this won't be a normal night under the blankets.

PART 16- GAME NIGHT- It's the end of the week, all the stress from tests and homework and stupid essays leaving your bodies as you all spend time in the common room. Then Blaise suggests a game of UNO that turns the night around VERY fast. (special because it's an orgy. NO DAPHNE)

PART 17- SPECIAL CHAPTER- The girls and you must go an entire school day with vibrators attached to your pussies that the boys control.

PART 18- Brat taming with Draco and Blaise

PART 19- Theodore and you wonder who fucks Lorenzo the best? And when he can't choose, you both spend a whole week ruining him.

PART 20- How each of the slytherin boys do aftercare

PART 21- How Slytherins party, (or more how freaky the boys get with you and the girls by taking shots off you all)

PART 22- You get jealous seeing a girl flirt with Theodore all night long, and instead of thinking about sex (for the first time ever) you begin to wonder about your relationship with Theodore, especially once you both graduate (FLUFFF, some hurt/comfort)

PART 23- Christmas at Hogwarts but everyone chooses to go home- except Mattheo, given Potter killed his dad during the second war just a year ago, and you, since your parents don't give a shit about you. Wonder how that's gonna go (ANGSTT, hurt/comfort, realized reader and mattheo don't have a lot of normal scenes)

makelemonade

THE YULE BALL AND THEODORE NOTT'S BROKEN HEART

Every year for the Yule Ball, the girls go with the boys. Even before they turned into what they are now, as good friends they’d all go. Now that you’re here, you think Theodore might ask you, but the girls tell you he’s never asked anyone. So, you end up going with Cormac, but this won't end like you expect it to, nor does anyone else. (THERE WILL BE PT2)

part 5 of freaky slytherins

PART2

4k words, theo is full of pride and stubborn and a bitch, they doesn't like dealing with his feelings, says a lot of stuff he doesn't mean, Cormac being a good bf (or is he really? HEHEHE), lowk if u think abt it yn kinda cheats???, yule ball happens every year, cho chang is evil i acc love her but she's evil here

prettybabybaby

rating: 18+. mdni.

pairing: bully!regulus x nerd!reader

content: noncon, bullying

regulus had taken to bothering you even when no one was around to see. what had started as a tactic to get people to fear him turned into some odd act of comfort for him. you didn't matter. you were a nobody. you both knew no one was going to stop him from the very first time regulus made you cry. and to this day, nobody ever has.

spewing cruel words at you served as a replacement for the words he wished he could say to those who truly deserved it. those who hurt him or underestimated him. petty insults, really, but still as cruel as a child could be.

as you grew older and regulus's mind began to picture you in other ways, as much as he hated you, he couldn't deny that you were beautiful. it was a look that lingered too long or a touch that pushed boundaries just enough to keep you quiet about it. but, his hormones could only be suppressed for so long.

prettybabybaby

rating: 18+. mdni.

pairing: stalker!regulus x reader

content: noncon, forced pregnancy, stalking, mention of menstrual blood

the young man had expected the change to be more drastic. he was hoping it would be anyway. he wanted everyone to know you had been claimed. he wanted to see you fret just to see what you would do. regulus knew you were always a smart little thing, having helped his elder cousin pass her courses with flying colors when everyone in his family was convinced she couldn't do so much as remember her own address. but over the last few months, regulus had been watching you swell. the change was small, and regulus was convinced even you didn't know. you still thought you were a virgin, after all.

dearmisshoney

welcummed reward

synopsis. four months of waiting like a dog for your landlord’s son finally pays off. tom riddle comes back, but not to collect rent — he wants his tenant on all fours, begging, drooling, and dumb on his cock.

pairing. landlord’s son! tom riddle x reader

content/mdni. fem!reader, landlord’s son!tom, cruel!tom, stoic!tom, dom!tom, cunnilingus (f receiving), SLIGHT DUMBIFICATION, slight choking, thumb-sucking, a weird variant of doggy-style (he mounts you), slight clit stimulation, spanking, overstimulation (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f receiving), implied dacryphilia, implied hand/vein kink, hair-pulling, slight praise, teasing, degradation, HUMILIATION, manhandling, power imbalance, sir kink, PET PLAY (master-puppy dynamic), dirty talk, name-calling (doll, whore, bitch, mutt, tenant whore, but also good girl), slut-shaming, raw sex, creampie, very messy and sticky sex

word count. 3.3k

a/n. part 2 of my previous tom fic! i’ve finally managed to write more than three words, so i hope you enjoy this fic. it’s umm… definitely something. thank you all for your support! please tell me your thoughts! feedback and reblogs are deeply appreciated!

it has been three months.

three whole months since that cursed meeting with tom.

three whole months of you waiting like a dog for him to return.

he never did.

with every passing month, your hope was drying up more and more, leaving you withering away. his father was the one that paid you visits to collect the rent, merely greeting you and making a small yet polite conversation with you.

and you were grateful for his kindness and benevolence, you really were — but you wanted to see tom.

you ached for him.

dearmisshoney

welcummed reward

pairing. landlord’s son! tom riddle x reader

word count. 3.3k

it has been three months.

three whole months since that cursed meeting with tom.

three whole months of you waiting like a dog for him to return.

he never did.

and you were grateful for his kindness and benevolence, you really were — but you wanted to see tom.

you ached for him.

rawme-price

Omega!reader who signs up as a "portal ormga" to help with rutting alphas on some military base. It pays insane money, and you desperately need it between school and the job you just lost. Just something to keep you independent and above water, plenty of people do it.

Alpha!price who's your first user. He spends hours with the portal shoved to his mouth before his dick touches it, memorizing the scent of the pretty young omega who's offering their hole up to him. You clench and flutter so nice around him, taking knot after knot without complaint.

When he's done, he takes one last moment to enjoy your scent mixed with his. A promise of what he'll get every night after he tracks you down.

total-killer-brainrot

hopping on the portal pussy train

cw noncon

"Oh fuck, where is it?" You muttered to yourself as you tore apart your desk. Frantically searching for your favourite 'stress toy'. It wasn't exactly professional to play with your clit during meetings, but it kept you calm. And it wasn't like anyone was paying attention to the little secretary in the corner with the dopey smile on your face.

But your personal portal pussy had been misplaced. The toy that had sat in your pocket during nearly every meeting was nowhere to be found. And while that normally wouldn't be a huge issue, you'd just get another one, you were so sure that it had been stolen. How could it disappear from the back of the bottom locked drawer of your desk. One of these meat head, pent up, deliciously and disgustingly beefy soldiers had to have taken it. God knows what they would do with the thing.

Your leg bounced as you sat in the briefing. Nervously tapping your pen against your empty notebook as you glanced around the room. Searching for the thief. Totally unaware of Sergeants Garrick and Mactavish sitting behind you.

Fingers trailed through your folds and you stiffened in your chair. Squeezing your legs together like that would stop whoever had your toy. It didn't. Obviously. And now you could tell there must be multiple culprits. Fingers teasing your hole while others pinched at your clit. It took everything in you to not gasp. Gripping the edge of your notebook till dents formed in your hands.

Johnny flicked your clit. Snickering as you nearly jumped out of your chair. Kyle was better at staying silent, but he was just as amused. Dipping just the tip of his finger inside you to see you squirm. Every time he went a little deeper he could feel you fluttering around him. God they both wished they could see your face. Pinched as you used every ounce of willpower to stay inconspicuous.

They watched you shudder when Kyle finally slid two fingers inside you. Leaning over to Soap to whisper about how wet you were. Curling them deep inside you and grinning when you clenched down. As if to suck the digits deeper.

Johnny teased his fingers as your entrance as well and for a moment you could have cried. Unable to handle much more. But instead he just collected the slickness around Kyle's fingers and used it to further tease your clit. Both of them working in tandem until you were shaking all over. Biting down on your knuckles to stop yourself from making a noise as you came. The toy no longer relieving stress, in fact you had never felt more on edge.

The moment the meeting was over you were gone. Running out the door and barrelling past a few confused soldiers before locking yourself in the bathroom. Legs shaking as you leaned against the wall and tried to come up with a plan. For now the thieves seemed to have paused in their touches.

Then something fat prodded against the portal. Sliding through your slickness until it notched at your entrance.

"No... no..." You gasped, gripping the edge of the sink to steady yourself as a thick cock filled your cunt. Knees buckling as it just kept going. Whoever had the toy was big. Bigger than you'd ever taken that was for sure.

And then another. The tip of a second cock grinding against your clit before pressing against the first. You slid to the floor before you fell. Doing your best to relax knowing that there was nothing you could do to stop them.

voldemortcest

Tom the type to fight his own horcruxes (parts of his literal soul) out of jealousy for their heinous crime of wanting you as well😪

lord voldemort is the only man in the world who would get jealous of himself. imagine him giving you a piece of his soul to safeguard and then instead of negatively impacting you like it did with the golden trio, it doesn’t even want to come off

no matter how hard you pull or how much tom uses his magic — new and ancient spell work alike — the object simply won’t budge off your person. you’re wearing the gaunt ring but struggling to pull it off because it is stuck. or slytherin’s necklace. or ravenclaw’s diadem which gets annoyingly tangled in your hair from the effort

his soul, quite literally, does not wish to part with you — and it enrages tom. how dare a part of his soul deem itself worthy to do that?

and then, when your tom is gone, the tom stuck in the horcrux will materialize himself. and was he meant to be so seductive? he won’t leave you alone and sometimes you swear you feel a phantom touch or hear a whisper in your ear that leaves you flustered. then, one night, he reveals himself to you and touches you, kisses you, until you’re both interrupted by your tom entering the room

you looked disheveled, ravished almost — tom most certainly would recognize such a look as he’s been the cause of it many times. but to see you with it when he wasn’t around…… i think he’d know immediately who the culprit is. the horcrux gleams almost mockingly at him while you remain oblivious, trying to act normal

it fills him with a rage and possessiveness like no other, the thought of a meager part of him staking its claim on you. he has noticed that the horcruxes he had made when he was younger weren’t so brazen, but the recent ones have been testing him with their attachment towards you — literally flinging themselves across rooms to get to you; supposedly inanimate objects housing his soul drawn to you like a magnetic force of warmth

oh, how he despises how obsessed they are with you (both bc you’re his and the fact this is proof he has an obsession as well). but, it shouldn’t count as cheating when it is him, right?

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