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study buddies rivals with benefits!mattheodore x ravenclaw!reader

wc: 2.4k

synopsis: theodore and mattheo had been your rivals for a while, people that irritated your soul. their teasing voices, their smug smiles. but after the tension bubbles over and you have sex with them once, they seem to find you everywhere. and when they interrupt your study session? lets see if you'll actually get any studying done...

a/n: this is actually adapted from my wattpad fic :P so if anything doesn't make sense then that's why...also haven't wrote smut in like two years so if it's bad then i'll blame it on that...

warnings: smut, oral (f!receiving), all characters 18+. minors dni. mostly theo, but matt is a very prominent character, esp towards the end. name calling, praise (good girl, darling, little ravenclaw), dominant(ish) theo and matt.

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When I bleed, its not blood but devotion

Pairing: poly!Mattheodore x f!Reader

Summary: You get into a fight and end up in the hospital wing, as is expected. The fight isn’t the problem, it's explaining the reason you decked that moron in the first place to one disappointed Theodore Nott and a gleefully smug Mattheo Riddle.

Warnings: mentions of a fight, description of injuries (not too detailed), cursing, threats of murder and violence, threats of torture, a few sexual innuendos here and there, things get a bit spicy in the last part but nothing much

Content: established poly relationship, Reader is sassy, Theodore being the brain and responsible person in the relationship, Theodore also resorting to Italian because his lovers are dumbasses, Mattheo being am endorser of violence, flustered Theo, fluffy humour, dramatic MattyReader duo

WC: 3.72k

Translations: Bella - beautiful | caro - dear | Porca miseria, perché è sempre così con voi pagliacci? - Holy shit, why is it always like this with you clowns? | stronzi - fuckers | Smettila di iniziare litigi - stop starting fights

AN: took a bit to get this done because its my first time writing a poly relationship but i cant stop thinking about Mattheodore with their girl, lmk what you think 🤍

The hospital wing is quiet, save for the whirring of enchanted apparatuses and Madame Pomfrey’s quiet murmuring. It’s not so bad, you think yourself, having the whole place to yourself. The bed you’re assigned to is right across the window, so you get to watch first years fall off their brooms with glee. Really, you struck gold with being here; everyone else is stuck in their respective classes or studying in the library, enduring the stifling heat and moisture, while you get to laze about in here with the cooling spells keeping the oncoming spring heat out. It’s of course totally irrelevant to mention that you can barely move without the dull thumping of pain in your sides restricting your movements, or breathe without struggling because of your busted nose.

A small price to pay for the luxurious skipping opportunity, you decide, and you already plan what kind of excuses you’ll throw around when you sneak to your table later at dinner. You’d rather not be subjected to your friends’ fussing, or worse, your boyfriends’ lectures and worrisome nature. They simply can’t find out you got into a fight and ended up in the hospital wing, you decide grimly, already scheming who to threaten and silence, lest rumours about your little altercation reach their ears.

Much to your dismay however, your little peaceful hideout is rudely infiltrated by the slam of the big double doors, half startling you off the bed. At the open doors, you spot the disheveled form of Mattheo Riddle, his messy hair half sticking to his sweaty forehead as he frantically surveys the room in search of something, or rather someone. Behind him, you can make out Theodore’s figure running down the hall, presumably in an attempt to catch up to him, and you can almost imagine his frustrated huff when Mattheo spots you and immediately darts off to your bed.

You brace yourself for the inevitable collision with the speed at which Mattheo is running towards you, squeezing your eyes tightly so you at least won’t futilely attempt to escape, but the impact never hits. A strangled noise catches your attention and so you crack one eye open, gasping at the comical sight. Theodore somehow managed to catch up to Mattheo, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck, much like a mother kitten would with its rowdy children, and is now holding him back while he kicks and swats to be freed.

The sight truly is amusing, a flurry of giggles escaping you as you watch Mattheo struggle in his boyfriend’s grasp, kicking and cursing to be let go. The action however, brings you immediate pain and regret, the potions Poppy pumped you full with still not in enough effect to numb the pain.

Your pained whimper immediately has your two boys alarmed, and in his worry, Theo releases Mattheo. The latter is by your side in seconds, his brows furrowed and his pretty brown eyes darkened by the anxiety your state must be causing him.

“What happened?” He asks, hands hovering unsurely by your side. It must take a lot of restraint for him to touch you, because Mattheo never passes up an opportunity to cling to you, whether for his own pleasure or to comfort you. Theo sighs, ruffling the other boy’s hair before yanking him away from you.

“Give her some space,” he quips dryly, completely ignoring Mattheo’s protests. He’s more composed than his other third, and if you didn’t know him so well, he could’ve almost fooled you into thinking he didn’t really care about the whole ordeal. But there are those little telltale signs, like the way his robes are crooked, very obviously haphazardly thrown over, or the way his ears are ever so slightly red from worry. His hands continually twitch with the need for action by his side, and his blue eyes never once leave your injured form on the bed, taking in every single gush and bandage, cataloging them away for when he would help you take care of them, whether you wanted to or not.

He rounds the bed, settling on the other side before gently placing his hand on your knee, his thumb tracing soothing circles in the skin.

“What trouble did you get into now, bella?” He muses exasperated. Mattheo makes a half offended noise, taking his wand out and muttering a spell that has your bed extending to accommodate three people on one bed. Immediately, he props himself on your left side, his fingers ghosting over your forehead. He traces along the uninjured spots of your face, his touch lighter than a feather, dutifully keeping from any places that might hurt. Countless fights have rendered him somewhat a professional in understanding pain, the knowledge now handy in pouring his affection as carefully as possible.

Their sudden appearance is a bit overwhelming, the intensity of their gaze, blue and brown eyes that never stray from your face, rendering you speechless. Even if you wanted to explain the situation —which you really don’t want too—, you couldn’t. The words get stuck in your throat, leaving you to open and close your mouth like a desperate fish out of the water.

Still, they wait with never ending patience, their hands offering soothing comfort as they silently coax you into talking to them, drawing you out of your defensive shell with not a speck of accusation or judgment.

“I got into a fight,” you finally manage to mumble, a failed attempt at sounding casual. It isn’t a big deal, at least to you, but the two of them clearly don’t share the sentiment. Mattheo's posture immediately stiffens, his jaw tensing with hot red anger. “Names,” he almost barks, “give me names right fucking now.” His reaction is dramatic, too much and you turn to the responsible one between you three, hoping Theo might be able to help you talk Mattheo into calming down. Your hopes are cruelly crushed into nothing, because Theo radiates pure bloodlust, on par with Mattheo’s rage, his hand grasping the bed sheets so tightly you can barely tell his knuckles from the white fabric apart.

“It’s no big deal,” you huff, leaning forward to flick the both of them on the forehead. The action seems to snap them out of their murderous thoughts, the both of them throwing you offended looks as they rub the sore spot. “Seriously, Poppy said it looks worse than it actually is.”

On cue, the matron of the ward steps out of her office, her eyes furrowing disapprovingly at the sight of the three of you huddled on the bed, but she is used to this by now from all the times you stuck around when either one of you got hurt. She lets it go ever so graciously, stepping closer and performs spell-work over you that engulfs your body in a silver shimmer. Theodore watches with utmost attention, as if attempting to read the matron’s mind and willing the magic to heal you faster. Mattheo watches you instead, intensely observing any indicators of pain and only relaxes when the magic leaves you visibly more relaxed than before.

“She should be all good to go in a few hours,” Poppy declares, “some bruising and swelling, a busted nose that will heal quickly and two cracked ribs that we fixed earlier.” With a quiet accio she instantly has three vials floating near her, all which she hands to Theodore with such naturalness, not sparing you a second glance, it kind of leaves you baffled.

“Have her take this three times a day,” she points to the vial with acid green liquid, “and apply those on the areas that hurt.” Theodore stows the vials in his pockets, nodding because this isn’t his first rodeo as the caretaker in charge.

With one last disapproving glance, she turns on her heel and disappears back into her office, not before sparing you a theatrical warning. “Behave yourselves and don’t cause a ruckus,” she scolds, the door shutting behind her with a soft clack.

You slump into the bed, pulling your lovers down and manoeuvre your limbs in a way that won’t cause any prolonged numbness. The three of you are experts by now at this, having had adequate time since practically second year, to learn which positions were best for injured cuddles. The knowledge only ran deeper after your tumultuous fifth year, which you spent the better part of the year dating on and off in every combination known to mankind until you came to the conclusion that you could simply just all date each other without having to choose.

With practiced ease, Theo wraps his arms around you, carefully avoiding the injured and bandaged areas. His legs tangle with yours, joined by Mattheo's long limbs as the latter reaches across your stomach to intertwine his fingers with Theo’s. His face nuzzles into your neck, pressing kisses into your skin as he mumbles gibberish strings of sentences you can barley make out, but you're fairly certain it's a detailed rundown of how he plans to torture everyone who contributed to your pain. The warmth of their bodies is comforting and familiar, like coming home after an exhausting day and wrapping yourself in a warm blanket.

Theo is tracing your waist when he finally speaks up, his face schooled into a neutral expression.

“So,” he says casually, “care to explain the details of your adventure?”

You've dreaded this question long before he asked it, probably as soon as you'd actually gotten into the fight. But it's inevitable, and you know there's no escaping Theo, even if you wanted too. If you don't fess up now, he will find a way to get it out of someone else. And Merlin help you and every poor bloke involved in this should Theo actually have to resort to getting his information on his own.

As if equipped with some high grade legilimency, Mattheo nudges you with his face gently. “Speak now or forever hold your peace, princess,” he warns jokingly, though the both of you know what it really means. Being friends with Theodore Nott for seven years and dating him for two of those has unfortunately subjected the both of you to his incredibly stubborn and merciless nature —in a variety of settings, some more well liked than others, if you catch the drift— which unfortunately also means that you know you're not leaving this bed until he gets a satisfactory answer, or until he tortures you enough to get his fill.

Besides, it's hard to deny him anything when his fingers are tracing idle shapes on your skin, the touch both maddening and soothing at once. And it's especially hard to resist becoming putty in his hands when he stares at you with those big blue eyes, dark like the deepest corner of the ocean and filled with unwavering devotion that knows no bounds.

You resign to yourself to your fate, making yourself more comfortable by tangling one hand into Mattheo’s hair for the sake of nervous fidgeting and lean more into Theodore as you begin to explain.

“I was going from my Potions class to Herbeology, minding my own business,” Mattheo snorts, as if the notion of you minding your own business is of great amusement before Theo digs his nails into his palm, giving him a stern look that roughly translates into Shut the fuck up and let her talk.

“As I was saying,” you continue with a huff, “I was minding my own business like I would on any perfectly normal Tuesday, when I came to the belief that my ears must deceive me! In the courtyard, a bunch of Gryffinidiots were huddled together, lounging about as if they owned the world, loudly complaining and boasting about shit no one cares about.”

You hope this would be enough of an explanation, not in the mood to elaborate on the actual reason you fought one of the morons in the courtyard, but alas, Theo does not give in. He stares at you with furrowed eyebrows, clearly attempting to piece together what would warrant a fight just because a few Gryffindor were being annoying. Silently, he beckons you to continue and you groan with a bit more theatrics than needed, giving Mattheo’s curls a few tugs that cause a few noises of bliss.

“Anyways, I was going to ignore them, especially because the moment they saw me they started making comments trying to rile me up,” you stare at Theo, batting your eyes at him innocently when he very clearly questions your bull. “Honest! I was trying to be peaceful because I know you can’t stand it when Matty and I start fights,” you added, choosing to dignify Mattheo’s snort with a jab into his ribs.

A short moment of silence stretches between you, with you trying to think your next words over carefully in order to minimise the lecture potential that will absolutely follow suit. After deciding that really, theres no way to put this without receiving at least a heavy disappointed stare, you sigh and finally confess.

“The whole ignoring thing was going pretty well too, until one of the loud mouths had the absolute audacity to insult Mattheo, calling him a psychotic piece of shit with a filthy soul” the stunned silence lasts for exactly three seconds before Mattheo sits up like he was struck by lightning, the look of bewilderment on his face slowly morphing into a shit eating grin.

“Oh my god,” he says, his voice sounding just a bit maniacal as he speaks. “You got into a fight to defend me?” By the way he says it, you might’ve as well proposed to him, it probably would’ve elicited the same reaction. Theo groans at the his boyfriends display of drama, reaching over to swat his arms.

“Don’t encourage her, caro,” he warns, but Mattheo doesn’t give two shits. He jumps up from the bed, pacing around like a caged animal and turns to look at you with a grin from ear to ear.

“Oh my Merlin I’m so proud of you princess.”

“Don’t be proud of her, this isn't the time to encourage getting into fights for fucks sake!”

“First of all, I’m always proud of our girl,” Mattheo replies, winking at you, “second of all my love, I’ll always encourage getting into fights, that’s sort of my whole thing, no?” You try to stifle your giggles, you really do, but Theo looks like he aged twenty years just by listening to Mattheo talk and really, how can you resist when the boy breaks into an italian tangent about god knows what.

“Porca miseria, perché è sempre così con voi pagliacci?*” he curses, sitting up to run his hands over his face. You’re not exactly sure what he just said, but you think he might be either confessing his love or cursing the both of you.

Mattheo snorts, rounding the bed to stand in front of Theo and cradles his face in his hands with a smirk. “It’s always this way with us because we are, as you stated, clowns,” the words register in your mind and your offence is immediate. You pull yourself to sit up, noting that the pain has lessened from a sharp ache into just a dull echo, and hit Theo’s shoulder with a scandalised gasp.

“Theodore Niccolo Nott , I am not a clown, how dare you?” He glances at you, expression flat save for the twitch in the corner of his mouth and the fucker shrugs, like the insult is a universal fact he stands by.

You and Mattheo exchange looks, an entire conversation between your eyes before you begin to lament your shared woes in sync.

“Oh woe is me, my own boyfriend thinks I’m a clown,” you cry out, clutching your chest like you’d just been stabbed and shot.

“Woe is me indeed,” Mattheo adds, one of his hands to his forehead while the other squished Theo’s face tightly. The Italian tries to swat away Mattheo’s hand, but it doesn’t hold any real vigour. He leans into the touch more than anything, a small content smile on his face that he most definitely will deny should you point it out.

“Well how is it my fault if you two stronzi* are always going around beim morons? Smettila di iniziare litigi,* for fucks sake!”

Mattheo and you make eye contact, the both of you biting your lips as Theodore goes on and on in a mixture between Italian and English, lecturing you for your idiocies and your behaviour. At a certain point, he even stands up and pushes Mattheo to sit beside you, pacing back and forth as he gestures wildly with his hands.

Mattheo and you nod solemnly, not catching a single word he says and instead focusing on how absolutely hot he sounds scolding you like that. Ten minutes into his lecture, he finally realises the both of you aren't pay in attention, too busy staring at his lips and face with a star struck expression.

“Oh, mio dio*, you didn't hear a single thing I said, did you?” He asks, crossing his arms while staring at you like two children that just got caught stealing cookies from a jar. You and Mattheo avoid his gaze expertly, mumbling half assed excuses he definitely won’t believe, before risking a glance in his direction. To your absolute dismay, you’re confronted with his disappointed look, his mouth pressed into a thin line, worry lines deeply etched into his handsome face and eyes darkened by the sheer volume of disappointment.

“Don’t look at me like this,” Mattheo defends weakly, “I’m not the one that landed myself a trip to the hospital wing!” It’ truly marvellous what a man will do when facing the disappointment of his boyfriend, going as far as to sell out his girlfriend to save his own skin like a coward. You shove Mattheo roughly, hissing strings of curses about his betrayal under your breath.

“Yeah, but you’re condoning it and just as bad,” Theo quips back, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the two of you fighting. Immediately, you cease all movement and sit calmly, unable to bear the guilt that washes over you.

“You talk as if you wouldn’t do the same,” you mumble, gaining some confidence in your stance when Mattheo nods eagerly.

“Yeah,” he joins in, “you’d never let it slide if someone talked shit about me or her!”

Theo looks at the two of you like you’re really, really stupid and he can’t decide if he wants to slap you, kiss you or fuck you. You’d take all three, any day any time, in that very order, but that’s beside the point.

“Yeah, but have you ever seen me get in a fight?” He waits for an answer he knows won’t come, because Theodore Nott is above petty fights. Oh no, he doesn’t do barbaric altercations. He schemes in the dark, orchestrates quietly in the shadows to plan a swift and miserable death in every category, be it social, mental, physical or elsewhere.

If Mattheo resorts to violence, you to words and magic, then Theo resorts to dirty schemes that will leave people questioning their actions for the rest of their lives. He wasn’t one for temporary consequences, he likes to leave a mark, in more ways than one.

“Next time, you’ll be more careful, capice*?” He asks, letting out a long and weary sigh at the sight of you taking the scolding with no more protests. You nod dutifully, fully knowing that you will in fact not be more careful if it means you can defend your boys from slander. Theo seems to read your mind, pinching the bridge of his nose with a pained expression, which instantly evaporates when Mattheo pulls him down to his level to press a kiss onto his mouth.

The kiss is sudden and takes both you and Theo by surprise, but unlike him, you instantly acclimate to the display and smirk gleefully when you watch his expression shift as soon as Mattheo pulls away from him. His face is red, eyes blown wide and his lips are slightly bruised from the impact and the rough way he’s handled; just like Mattheo likes him.

Mattheo turns to you, a cheeky grin on his face that spells his intentions clear as day. Still, you’re quick to jump into action, pulling him to you and joining your lips into a fervent kiss. His hands hold the side of your face with such gentleness; a stark contrast to how he bites and nibs at your lips roughly. You meet his passion with an intensity of your own, holding the back of his neck firmly as your other hands tugs and pulls on his hair. Each time, he lets out sounds of pure pleasure that you swallow with your own mouth, taking the chance to slide your tongue into his mouth.

With too much reluctance, you part away, faces flushed and lips swollen. Theodore watches intensely, mouth slightly apart like always when he watches you kiss and touch.

He clears his throat, adjusting his stance as his eyes darts between the two of you and the exit of the hospital wing.

“I’ll go ask Poppy if you can go,” he presses, all but sprinting to the matrons office, leaving you and Mattheo to giggle about the whole ordeal. You let your head fall onto his shoulder, fondly nuzzling against his side and revelling in the soft and careful touches as the quiet conversation from Poppy’s office drifts to the both of you. You close your eyes with a smile, just for a moment, and you think it might not be so bad to bleed, if only those two stick by your side every time.

Stroke of Midnight

12 Days of Dickmas - Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Theo and Mattheo help you get over your fear of heights in very fun ways 👀🎁

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, chars 18+, modern au, dom!theo, dom!mattheo, threesome, new years hook up, DP, spitroast, rough sex, anal, creampies, PIV, semi public sex, pussy eating, throat fucking, choking, spitting, nipple play, degrading, dirty talk, dom&sub, mattheodore ruining us👀

꒰ bassist!reader helps drummer!mattheo and lead singer!theo unwind after a show ꒱

cw: 18+ mdni, drug use (weed), oral threesome, blowjob turned rough, throat bulge, gagging, some spitting, masturbation (m receiving), mutual masturbation (m x m), bi mattheodore, praise, cursing

a/n: finally writing for this au. couldn’t get this out of my head for a while now, and it’s also my first time properly writing a threesome of any kind, so hopefully you enjoy <3

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lorenzo went off somewhere again – probably to the tour bus to have fun with another groupie. you were just a little miffed about that, because you wanted to get some, enzo was the first to volunteer before the other two could get a word in, and now he was nowhere to be seen. you couldn’t be too mad at him, though – he’d always been a lighthead, in more ways than one.

you walked into your shared dressing room and were immediately greeted by a sight that wasn’t a surprise, yet never failed to amuse you. theo and mattheo were sprawled on the couch next to each other, passing a joint between them. mattheo was completely naked and theo only had his concert tank top on – a tight and cropped little black thing that perfectly showed off the lean muscles of his torso. their legs were spread, mattheo’s right one thrown over theo’s left thigh, and their hands were on each other’s cocks.

Mattheodore x reader Dating Headcannons my loves

-I love this poly idea more than life itself, but I want to get one thing straight. THE BOYS KISS!! I see so many Fics and its just Theo and Mattheo liking reader. Nooo Theo and Mattheo have kissed for ‘practice’ before and they LIKED IT, but they were very very confused as to why.

-Now how did you get in this situation cause many different scenarios could lead to this relationship.

Theo and Mattheo had taken a lot of time and hits to the ego and realized that they did like each other. A while into their little secret relationship they express liking you also. They most likely already sleep with women, so they didn't seem ‘strange’ to others, but this was different. They liked you and it took a lot of their own types of flirting, even if it was confusing why they had so much more attention on you. But most likely they ask you when you're alone after they explain the relationship. In this you say yes YIPPEE!!!

You and whichever boy is together, and you both talk and both understand that you like the other boy. And it pretty much ends up talking in their dorm wondering if the boy would agree. And just your luck he does YIPPEE!

-Now you're in a relationship with Theodore Nott and Mattheo. Congratulations, get ready to be spoiled and have so much secondhand smoke it will hurt. That's a joke since they deliberately make sure to never blow smoke in your face, well Mattheo will as a joke unless you express you don't like it. Theodore would never since he doesn't want to hurt your pretty little lungs. If you already smoke then who cares and you all share a cig together, but Theo is a hypocrite and will make a slide at that fact.

-Affection is never short in this relationship and both boys would be different in the poly relationship then they would be with one person. I personally see Mattheo as such a brat in any relationship, but when he can annoy Theo it gets 5x worse. When you're in public not much affection is shown, I mean to everyone else it looks like the boys have favoritism towards you, but they don't actually put a public label even if there is gossip. But in public or in any private space that distance is closed. Literally.

-Mattheo is the worst about it always laying on you or Theo just wanting to feel safe being close to the people he trusts and with Theo added to the mix it's just another person he deeply trusts. Thats makes the relationship much better and healthier. Well as healthy as they can be with the amount of trauma those bastards have.

-Now Theo is much more chill and suave he shows both0 f you love and deals with Mattheo's bursts of anger and Mattheo deals with Theos unless your good with that sort of thing. But on a quick side part Theo is much less quick to anger than Mattheo. On a bad day someone can look at him wrong and all he'll is let loose, and blood is on someone's knuckles and detention is delt for the 100th time that month. It's truly impressive and the teachers (McGonigal's and snape) have a bet going to see how many fights Mattheo and Theo can get into a month. Theo's highest was 5 and Mattheo's was 15. But your always there to clean them up… unless you fight then you're getting pushed out of the way so the two can deal with it

-Theodores love is again very stoic and with the two of you it's very chilled and mellowed out. Casually watching as you and Mattheo argue about something stupid, most likely poking at you both trying to get you started up again. Which if you're usually a shy, soft-spoken person then they definitely find it hot. But that's for another day my friends.

-Now Theodore I would take is very smart and academically intelligent even if the language barrier sometimes stumps him. But this is where you come in, he knows Mattheo with ruthlessly dog on him for not remembering a work on the spot, but you will to. Then help him figure out the word which he appreciates. And OfCourse he helps you with schoolwork and then you both have to help Mattheo actually sit down and do work. I believe Mattheo knows what he's doing but he is too restless to sit down and focus.

-Also nicknames! There's a hundred of him used between everyone in the group.

- For Theodore: Theo, Teddy, Cucciolo, My love, sexy, lovely

-For Mattheo: once again Cucciolo, Pretty Boy, Pain in my ass, baby, babes

-For You: (insert most basic Italian nicknames), Baby, Sweetheart, Sweetie, Pretty girl, My love

-Dates are confusing for most but all the three of you have to do is hang out or go for a walk. A kiss here and there that you all three share.

-And I must stress Mattheo and Theodore kiss to! I'm tired of seeing mattheodore x reader and the two arnt being gay together! It's the whole point of the ship!

-how they kiss will defiantly be in the NSFW version of this -Wink- -Wink-

Bottom divider Cred: @cursed-carmine

Author's note: Thank you so much for the support on my first fic! Im gonna try and post every now and then cause i actually really enjoy this, and i enjoy seeing people like my takes on these characters! Also should i do NSFW for the charcters I do?

Love you all <3

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Three’s company

Author’s notes: I’m going to be a lil bad at this for a while, I haven’t written in forever. Hopefully you guys like my little debut into writing for the Slytherin boys.

Warnings: none really, just fluff, mildddd innuendo from Mattheo briefly but nothing happens. Oh, also google translated Italian

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Theo was lounging in his boyfriend’s bed, leaned back against the headboard and idly reading a book. Mattheo was sketching in his journal, and given the amount of glancing between the book and Theo he was doing, the Italian was likely his subject. They both looked up when the door to their shared dorm opened, and a weary looking Hufflepuff in messy robes walked in.

“Amore nostra, our love you look tired…” Theo noted softly, closing his book and getting up from Mattheo’s side to come over to you.

You sighed, and were trying to get your stupid robes off. In your rush, it was a challenge, and only irritated you further. The sleeve caught, keeping you stuck as you fought to rid yourself of it. Just one thing after another today, endless frustrations, and this felt like yet another straw on a camel’s back. “This goddamn thing, swear to Merlin…” You muttered under your breath.

Theo tutted quietly in that soothing way of his. His hands came up and pushed the robe off your shoulders, bunching it up and tossing it to the side. He scooped up your hands in his own, squeezing them to hold you still for a few moments. Once satisfied, he gently grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close. You let your head fall forward and thump against his chest, inhaling his scent from his sweater. Some of the tension slowly began to ease in the comfort of his arms. “Where’ve you been, out later than usual like this?” He asked.

“Was late to class because I helped a lost new transfer, and naturally Snape refused to let me explain. Got detention and had to clean up my team’s quidditch gear. You wouldn’t believe how messy the Hufflepuff players are…” You sighed again and nuzzled closer into Theo’s chest. A scoff was heard from the bed where Mattheo still laid.

“Typical Snape, never cutting any of us a break. Maybe if he’d take the giant stick out of his as-” Mattheo started before Theo cut him off.

“Mattheo, hush, not what they need right now.” He turned back to you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Mattheo stood and also ambled over, loosely wrapping his arms around your waist. His lips found your skin as he nuzzled into your neck. You shivered as his lips and warm breath grazed your skin, leaning further into Theo.

“Matty, you know my neck’s sensitive…” You murmured with a giggle, halfway trying to squirm away from the sensations into Theo’s arms. Both he and Theodore loved to lavish attention on your neck, one of the several sensitive spots on you that were perfect for teasing. You squeaked in mild surprise as Mattheo’s teeth nipped gently at your skin where your neck met your shoulder. His devilish smirk was easily felt, pressed right up against your skin.

“Oh, but that’s why it’s one of my favorite spots to kiss you, baby. Love how responsive you always are for us…” He purred, soothing the nip of his teeth with another kiss, a little firmer than the last. Theo allowed you to hide your face in his chest, and he chuckled as he rested his chin on top of your head. His hands wandered under your shirt, not greedily, but his touch still also made you shiver. These two knew exactly how to press your buttons and play you like a fiddle to a tune of their choosing. It was definitely one of your favorite things about them, how well they knew you. You tilted your head slightly, allowing Mattheo more space to kiss, nip, and tease, which he happily took advantage of.

After lulling you into a “false” sense of security with gentle kisses, you gasped as Mattheo latched onto your neck and sucked a faint mark onto your skin. “Mattheo! It’s gonna show tomorrow, you sneaky bastard,” you chastised. He only chuckled, sounding all too pleased with himself.

“Mmm… kinda the point, babe. Gotta make sure everyone knows you’re ours. Can’t have someone thinkin’ they can snatch up our little ‘Puff, now can we?” He grinned against your skin, taking a deep breath to inhale your scent. Theo chuckled and shook his head, his hands still exploring underneath your shirt. They squeezed and massaged your soft curves as he watched the playful exchange and the mischief from your boyfriend. Theo hummed softly as your hands came up and fisted in the fabric of his sweater, holding him close.

Eventually, you tried to wriggle your way out of their arms. Not that you wanted to leave the comfort of their embraces, but you also needed a scorching shower after the day you’d had. “Matty, Teddy, you gotta let me go, ‘m just trying to go shower!” You giggled as they refused to let you out of their grasp.

Mattheo lit up, immediately dashing to the bathroom and starting the shower. When he popped back out, he was stripping his shirt off. “Why would you shower alone when we’re here? Saves water to go together, you know?” His grin said everything, and both you and Theo deadpanned at each other before shaking your heads at your boyfriend’s antics.

“Mattheo…” You said with slight reprimand. “I just want a shower, no shenanigans tonight.” He deflated a tad, but still insisted on joining you. “To pamper you,” he claimed.

You relented. Not one but both boys ended up joining you. As they stepped in, Theo complained lowly in his native tongue about how hot you ran your showers, a habit of his every time you shared one. Meanwhile, Mattheo, always eager to touch you in any way possible, dutifully lathered his hands with your shampoo and started massaging it into your scalp.

“Dio mio, come fai a non bruciare vivo? My god, how do you not burn alive?” Theo muttered as he inched his way under the water. You chuckled at his stubborn pout, and grabbed his soap. You washed his chest, shoulders, and neck as he acclimated to the temperature.

“Didn’t you literally grow up in Italy, amore? You’d think you would be used to a little heat by now,” you chuckled.

“‘A little heat’ is very different from being boiled alive like a… gamberetto, dammit, what’s the word in English? The small sea creature, pink and curled, with the little arms…”

Mattheo cackled, always finding it highly amusing whenever Theo forgot the English word for something a tad obscure. “Shrimp, babe, you’re thinking of shrimp. And the water isn’t that hot, either, you’re just being a pussy.” You turned around and lightly hit the shorter boy’s arm for teasing the other.

“Be nice, Matt. But he is right, Theo, you’re thinking of ‘shrimp’,” you said, turning back to rinse him off. Then you allowed Mattheo to tug you back under the water more, letting it wash the shampoo out of your hair. “Though the water really isn’t that hot either, he’s right about that too.” Theo scoffed in disagreement, but gave up the argument, knowing you two- his partners, his loves, his everything- were two of the most stubborn people alive. Lucky him, he thought with a slight smile.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say… now come here, bello beautiful, your turn.” Theo tugged Mattheo over to him and began washing his hair as well, his expression softening as he saw Mattheo give into the pampering. Usually he would grumble when you or Theo tried to pamper and love on him softly like this, but he had a weakness for when you played with his hair or massaged his scalp. You and the boys cleaned up and loved on each other, everything falling into a silent pattern you all knew well. This was generally how it went when one of you had a bad day and came back tired, the resulting exchanges sickeningly sweet pampering and soft words.

Finally, you all finished in the shower and dried off to a satisfactory degree. Mattheo tossed his and Theo’s books off the bed before collapsing into it. “You’d think the man was the one who had the bad day, the way he’s acting so drammatico, dramatic,” Theo murmured, his lips curled around his last cigarette for the day. You nodded in agreement, watching as your other boyfriend sighed a little dramatically, tucking himself under the covers. You crawled in next to him, sighing as well as the warmth enveloped you. One of the best feelings in the world was easing into bed after a hot shower, and to have your favorite people there to hold made it even more heavenly. Snuggling close into Mattheo’s chest, you hummed in contentment and nuzzled under his chin. His strong arms came and wrapped themselves around your frame, his hand running up and down your back lazily.

Theodore finished his cigarette after a couple minutes, admiring his two favorite people settle comfortably. He came to the bed and pulled back the blankets that Mattheo stubbornly clung to, worming his way into the bed behind you. He ran his hands through your hair gently, pressing a kiss to your head. You three held quiet, murmured conversation for a bit, talking about nothing of any importance. Eventually, responses came slower and more slurred, and everyone’s breathing calmed to synchronized rhythms as you all drifted off to sleep.

Tagging @dearmisshoney as per her request

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#writers on tumblr #slytherin #slytherin boys #mattheo riddle #theodore nott #mattheodore #mattheodore x reader #poly Mattheodore #theodore nott x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x theodore nott #Wolfie’s writings

Listen my upcoming fics are going to be very telling in terms of my fav tropes 😅:

Current: Smau, Bodyguard x Influencer

Next(in no order): Performer x Bodyguard x Bodyguard

Dancer x Drummer

Singer x Singer

I like me some musically talented readers and protective men.🫡

#guess whos who #blaise zabini x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #theodore nott x reader #mattheodore x reader #last one is obvi ig🤣😭#i also put the revenge fic on pause but thats all the boys and i got stuck

Funfact about my poly!Mattheodore dynamic! Theyre largely inspired by this couple (throuple??) i know who are so fucking funny and also super iconic mainly because theyre just accessory bf x fashion icon gf x accessory bf?? Like she’s super into fashion, the two of them not that much ig and she just takes it upon herself to coordinate their fits to accentuate and accessorise her own outfits and the both of them are sooooo chill with it

#poly!Mattheodore #mattheodore x reader #theodore nott x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #leeny chats #they all also share a brain cell #its funny to watch them bicker about random shit