Cw: uhm… heh 😼 hey chat. Been a sec. You know, or at least knew, the drill. University AU, all characters are aged 20+, MDNI, Modern AU, not proofread you know we die like men, so many drugs(nicotine, alcohol, weed, shrooms), lowkey. Some slow ass “fluff” to immediate sex lmfao, m/f(organs, no pronouns other than you), oral(f receiving), im rusty pls be kind </3
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The first time you met him was in Hogsmead. He was having a cigarette and you had never tasted the burning drip of nicotine before.
Pansy had dragged you to meet a couple of her friends, something you didn’t have a particular interest in but you are nothing if not supportive, aren’t you?
He didn’t say a word to you unlike the other Chatty Kathy’s Pansy loved to keep around, at least you didn’t remember if he did. You were busy coughing up a lung. That was the first time you thought you were genuinely going to die.
You swore you could smell the tobacco on your fingers for days afterwards, and every lecture period you could catch the slightest whiff of cigarette.
The gnawing anxiety only stopped when a week later you had stumbled upon him in the library of all places.
You didn’t know Mattheo Riddle knew how to read.
Yet here he was, perusing the otherwise empty fiction section of Hogwart’s extensive library. The sheer abnormality of it all escaped you however, and with the upmost fear in your entire physical form you asked a simple question.
“Do I smell bad?”
“What?”
“Do I smell bad?”
“Bad how?”
“Like, do I still smell like cigarettes?”
The way he laughed at you left your face flushed and your stomach twisting in embarrassment for days after.
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Mattheo Riddle seemed to cameo just a bit more over the course of the next month. You had begun to feel closer with your new friends, spending more time with the group and individuals both inside and outside of school hours. You had learned Blaise was incredibly skilled in potions whereas Draco was not. And curiously, when you were paired with the infamously argumentative Lorenzo Berkshire in Advanced Magical Botany, you learned he knew quite a bit about flora because of a special interest he’s had from childhood.
But Mattheo Riddle, that elusive man, he never seemed to reveal anything about himself. Always a noticeable arms length away from the rest of the group, never speaking more than he has to. But when he does. Its like the whole world stops breathing. His words carry immeasurable weight, and when he speaks, you all know to listen.
You’ve always assumed it’s the burden on his name that makes his tongue drip with power.
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Maybe what your instructors growing up always said was right, curiosity killed the cat. You weren’t even a drinker, or you hadn’t been up until Mattheo Riddle had pushed the solo cup into your hand. Just barely over the electronic drone of the aggressively loud music, you could hear those weighed down words hit you like a hammer over the head.
“Drink,”
And by god did you.
It felt like the world melted away with each drink you shared with Mattheo. Honestly, you did most of the talking. Nearly all of the talking save some inquisitive hums and “what?”s when the music drowned out your slurring words.
At some point you had too much to drink, and you slumped against his body as he escorted you to the dorms. He didn’t once complain about how you drooled a little on his shoulder, too drunk and tired to bother closing your slack jaw.
You cant really remember what happened after that, but you have the faintest memory of being tucked snugly into bed. That was the first time you looked at Mattheo a little differently.
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Mattheo was there for your first time getting high too. In fact it was only you and him. It was a late October weekend, the air cold as the sun set over the countryside, and one by one each of your friends departed as the darkness settled in.
Then it was just you and him.
And honestly, at this point, you weren’t even nervous to be around him.
You started chatting at him like you had learned to do, filling the silence with a mundane comment about an in-season constellation. He nodded along, digging around in his jacket pocket, fishing out a lighter and what you had only assumed was a fucked up cigarette.
You scrunched your nose at the initial smell upon spark, eyeing him with slight judgement. You had assumed Mattheo, like his buddies you witnessed indulging more often, partook but you had just never seen it for yourself.
He lazily passed you the joint, and waggled it slightly in his fingers, imploring you to take it. And thus you did, taking a slow, tentative drag from the filter.
After coughing like an unsocialized ipad incel, which i’ll spare you the details of for your own sake. But the feeling afterwards? God theres nothing like it.
Your whole mouth and throat and lungs felt oily, and felt like with each breath you took you brought in less air.
Mattheo didn’t seem to mind the feeling at all though, not chuckling or picking fun at your coughing or watering eyes. In fact, he just grinned a little bit, in a genuine manner.
“I didn’t know you were a little pothead,”
“Oh, I’m not.”
“Mhm…”
“This is actually my first time—“
“Oh shit.”
That night lasted longer than any night you had experienced before. As the drugs settled into your system, and noticeably Mattheos, the conversation flowed like no other you had ever had with Mattheo. His once curt, and yet somehow always clever, remarks became full on paragraphs about whatever came to mind. It was the first time you genuinely saw him for who he was.
You talked about the stars, about future careers, about the economic state of the wizarding world. You spent hours laughing, doubling over in the hallways trying to stifle giggles even as the two of you walked to the dormitories. You never made it there though, and that was the first all-nighter you pulled.
Late night smokes with Mattheo grew more and more common over the course of the year. Sitting on the floor of his room, your room, the common room, sparking up in the overwhelmingly large hallways for gloomy pictures with Theodore’s camera.
You would wake up; spend your day with Mattheo, spend most of your night with Mattheo, and then go to sleep. Rinse and repeat everyday, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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The first time you tried shrooms was with, surprise, Mattheo Riddle. You writhed on his bed as you came up on your high, only 10 minutes after saying “this edible ain’t shit”. Your blood literally felt like it was vibrating underneath your somehow tight skin, your whole form shaking, and finally…
Ecstasy.
God what a feeling. You laughed and giggled over some nature documentary Mattheo had put on earlier. One thing led to another, your hands exploring the hard surface of Mattheo’s arms and chest, and you kissed Mattheo for the first time.
Your bodies tangled together naturally until you didn’t know where yours began and his ended. That was the first time Mattheo Riddle put his head between your thighs, slowly lapping at the soft, soaked folds of your pussy. His toned, veiny hands pawed at the meat of your thighs, pushing them apart and pulling them together around his head or up to your chest. That was the first time Mattheo Riddle had made you come.
The first time you fell asleep in someones arms was with Mattheo, too. His limbs wrapped around your frame, holding you tight against the plain of his chest. The first time of many, but the first nevertheless.
I am!!!! Techhhh i never close my inbox just for the hell of it. Always want to make sure someone has somewhere to say something if they need to. But anyways! Yes my requests are open!
okay listen. we're dating Draco and we're walking back from our last class. we're bored so we pin HIM against the wall and pin his wrists up and everything and we make out with him...AND HE LIKES IT so we're like oh ok he's a switch. my brain just conjured this up and I NEED TO SEE THIS IN DETAIL PLEASE
ONGGGG I LOVE SUBBY MENNNN
No because Hes been an asshole and a tease all day. Literally has been feeling you up whenever possible, groping you and fondling you under a desk in class. Wandering hands in the great hall. Hell, he smacked dat ass when passing by on his way to quidditch practice. I mean. Youre a frustrated mess:(
So when your loving, doting, asshole of a boyfriend finally came back to your dorm. Well. You’re weren’t gonna let him get off so easily, oh no, we don’t let that shit slide.
He swoops in for a kiss, but instead of his palm gently caressing your cheek as he kissed your anger away, he finds himself wincing as the back of his hand slams harshly against the wall of the dormroom.
Shit. He’s really fucked now.
He doesn’t even find cognitive thought before youre on him, pinning him to the wall, lips meshing and molding against his. God its hot. Fuck he thinks its so hot and it’s obvious by how hard he is.
And shit when you get him into bed? When you straddle his waist, pushing his shoulders into the mattress, sinking your teeth into the side of his neck. God. He thinks he’s in heaven.
New year new me! Rot is back(ish? Tbd. Im back atm!) uhhmmm now that i’ve been doing this for a hot minute, i have a better grip of tumblr as a whole, and prepare to see some changes around here :) NOT LIKE BAD OR ANYTHING im just going to make a few changes to layout, make a few boundaries more clear, ETC. thank you guys so much 💕💕 glad to be back!
okay, so last night i was using my vibrator and like- when i finished, i wrapped it in a towel, and put it on the floor to clean in the morning, and this was like close to 11:30 by the time i finished
then i THINK i woke up(idk if i fell asleep and it was only 12:48 when I checked the time, but im usually a deep sleeper) and i feel my towel right next to me in bed so im like ⁉️and like my vibe and everythinf was on my bed BUT IK FOR A FACT I TOSSED THAT ON THE FLOOR
so i either started sleepwalking to get it again or im being haunted😖😭
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HEBSOHSKSBSIZBS sorry actually that was me i was uhhhhhhhhhhhh (??? I didnt think this far hold on) i was uhhhh inspecting it. Yeah my irl job is vibrator inspector. Yours passed with flying colors 💕💕💕💕
heyyy hows it going?? hhope you're doing well ml 😛😛
Beidhdkusbd hiii sweetheart😻😻😻 im doing much better now, thank you!!! Still taking it easy, was SUPER burnt out, but all is well i think!!! How are you my sweet pookie wookie bear?
heyy babes😘wishing u the happiest holidays and i hope ur finals didnt totally kill you xoxo
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Jehdidheke oh no they completely destroyed me, i failed a class and made a D in the rest BUTTTTTT ITS OKAY!!!!! HOPE YOU HAD A WONDERFUL HOLIDAY POOKIE!!!’
can you write somenthing about bsf!theo helping the reader relax because she's been freaking out over an important test????? (and his way of helping is fingering and eating out his girl so that there is nothing else in her head besides him <3333
Jehdishskw heyyyyyy👁️👄👁️ uhm! IM BACK! Im so sorry you had to wait. Like. Forever. But uhhhh! No excuse!!!! Im so sorry to you guys had to like forever, like really im so sorry, but im checking my inboxes now :) forgive me, im rusty🫠
Imagine this. A month full of reviews, and practice exams, and late nights shrimped over a book. The back pain, the constant headache, the ever increasing desire to dramatically throw yourself from the astronomy tower. And fuck. Youre tired. Youre so tired all the time. Your eyes, already accessorized with heavy, dark bags, now strain in the harsh sunlight and eyelids sag when the professors lecture drones on for too long. God. You are but the shell of a man.
And your best friend, ever the sweetest, notices how stressed you are. :(. It’s not Theodore’s fault he’s a genius, acing practice tests without hunching over textbooks, retaining information like a sponge. So he has time to help. And help he does try, tutoring you after class, body doubling you while you write another page of notes with tears in your eyes. Fuck, seeing you in such distress makes him ache :(
He knows you’re aching too.
Its only natural you ended up like this. With your head resting against his shoulder, arching into his touch as cold fingers circle your clit. Breathy moans escape parted lips when his fingers dip into your sopping, gushing hole. You’re melting in his arms, staining the green satin sheets below you. His other hand holds your thigh open, his thumb tracing absent circles into your soft skin. He loves to watch the soft skin mold beneath his touch when you squirm, tightening his hold ever so slightly. Just to remind you he’s in charge, and you’re not going anywhere until he thinks you’re fully de-stressed.
Happy holidays to everyone today! And happy mid-yule to my fellow pagans and practitioners💕💕💕 hope everyone is doing well, just wanted to pop in from break and wish you all a happy new year! Im starting to write again, but more importantly, i have a date with my man on Saturday 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
Anyways, love you sluts! Rots going back into hibernation and relaxation 💤💤💤
We have a double date in January, and it could not be more perfect because the other people going with us im friends withh right? And so i know my guy friend is also studying aviation stuff so they can talk planes and stuff and it wont be weird!!!
how is stalker!blaise coming along?? im so excited! and congratulations on your date! 😛😛
Hehehe thanksss 💕💕💕 it was so lovely
Stalker!blaise is sitting in a draft right next to cowboy matty and the new IST chapter💔💔💔 he’s a lot further along than the others, but I’ve been really struggling with writing in the last few months. Creative burnout or something, and i really hope it goes away as finals come and go this upcoming week.
What I can tell you about Stalker Blaise is that it will be a stand alone fic(separate from my previously posted stalker Blaise work) unless i write an epilogue afterwards(unless tge winds of change demand i need a sequel). The story is written in first person from Blaise’s perspective, and it will follow his inner monologues throughout his and your relationship. Lowkey i started this when i was in a really weird headspace and my OCD was dictating my life(more than usual) so when re-reading it I’ve noticed a lot of compulsive behaviors from Blaise, and I think thats a really cool headcanon to have now.
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