How Each Slytherin Boy Will React To A Nightmare/ Your Nightmare

How Each Slytherin Boy Will React To A Nightmare/ Your Nightmare

WARNINGS: SWEARING, MAKEOUTS, IMPLIED SMUT, TRAUMA

NOTE: THIS IS A FEMININE READER AND KINDA 18+

Mattheo Riddle:

“I-I can’t stay with you anymore Mattheo. I can’t.”

Mattheo gasps as he awakes from the dream. You’re sitting awake, reading one of Mattheo’s most loved(recently hated books)- Romeo and Juliet.

“Are you okay Theo?” You ask, your angelic voice sounding in his ears. “You wont leave me… will you baby?” He asks timidly. “Of course not baby! What would make you think that?” You ask. Realization hits you like a truck. “You had a bad dream, haven’t you?” You ask. You trace the scar on the side of his head. He nods and leans into your touch. “Whatever it was, it isn’t true.” He pulls you to his chest and kisses you. “I can’t lose you.” He whispers, resting his forehead against yours. He can’t lose you he just can’t. After the trauma he’s been through, the experiences with his father, and everything being taken away from him, you’re his light in the darkness. You’re his. But the feeling that he feels in his dreams is that he will lose you forever. You kiss his nose and massage his hair. “You won’t. I’m not going anywhere baby. I’m staying right here with you love.” He kisses you again and you run your hands down his chest lightly. “Now let’s get you some sleep.” You say. Mattheo smiles and kisses you one more time. God he just loves you so fucking much. “I love you so fucking much y/n.” He says, slowly running his hands down your thighs.

“Mattheo-” You whisper. “Come on baby. Just one?” He pleads. You look down into his puppy dog eyes and sigh. “Well- I guess it won’t hurt-” Mattheo pushes you down on the bed and starts kissing you passionately, all remaining images of the nightmare leaving his head, his only attention was to love you.

Tom Riddle:

“You’re a hopeless person, I don’t want to love a hopeless person.”

You wake up instantly and feel Tom’s arms pulling you up, and placing you on his lap. His eyes are filled with concern as he looks you over, making sure you aren’t injured. “My darling, are you alright?” Tears brim at your waterline and you move away from him but he pulls you back in. “My love.” He says, prompting you to say something, say something so that he would stop worrying so much. You start sobbing. Not the cute sobs, the heavy, snot dripping, heaving sobs. You hurt your face in Tom’s shoulder and just keep sobbing like a baby. Tom stiffens, not used to seeing you crying so… dramatically. Then he puts his arms around you and shushes you gently, rubbing your back and kissing your hair.

Once you stopped sobbing, he cups your cheek and stares into your eyes, looking through your mind for a clue of what has upset you. Finally he finds the sentence that sent you into hysterics, and he scoffs. “What?” You say. “My sweet Y/n. You’re not hopeless. And I don’t know where this stupid idea of you being hopeless has come from.”

He kisses you and pulls away. “And you know very well, I don’t associates with dumb, incapable idiots. You, sweetness, are not a dumb, incapable idiot.” You giggle slightly and he kisses your forehead. “I love you Tom.” You say. “I love you too.” Tom looks at you again with a mischievous grin. “Now since you have waken me up, how about we have a little bit of fun, hmm?”

Draco Malfoy:

“Pure blood or not, I don’t want you. I can’t stand to see you, the thought of you makes me sick.”

“Must you give me scares every night?” He says, walking over and kneeling in front of you. “I don’t mean to Dray. I expect you would stay asleep whenever I leave.” You say softly. You notice the tense look on your face and cup his face. He sighs as he feels the cold silver of your wedding ring travel over his face.

“Did you have a nightmare?” You ask softly. He nods and snuggles into your chest, keeping you close to him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask. “No.” He says. You nod again and keep brushing his platinum blonde hair away from his face. He leans up and kisses you, and you put your hands on the sides of his face. “If you stay with me and don’t wander off, love, I’ll feel better.” Draco says. You nod and kiss him again as he carries you both back to your shared bedroom to sleep soundly again, so Draco wouldn’t have to worry deep down that his nightmares will come true, and he’ll never be able to hold you close to him.

Lorenzo Berkshire :

“I don’t want YOU y/n. I want her. She’s the girl I’ve been wanting, not you. You’re nothing compared to her.”

Tears spring to your eyes for the millionth time tonight as you stare at the ocean waves. The night terror you had wasn’t true. Enzo loves you more than his own life. You both were married fourteen hours ago. You’re on your honeymoon with the love of your life. And yet the insecurity and fear of him leaving you had come up on the happiest day of your life. You saw the jealous looks on many girls faces as you were pronounced husband and wife. You saw the girls flirting with Enzo as he talked to the guest(who you promptly told to fuck off) You saw the girls envying your beautiful (but hella expensive) dress. Enzo saw them too, and kissed you every time he saw the insecurity flooding your eyes, whispering sweet nothings.

“Why are you outside and not in bed with me love?” Enzo says sleepily as he gets out of bed. You turn around and smile lightly. “No reason.” Enzo approaches you and looks down and frowns. He catches a tear falling from your eye and looks at you. “Why are you crying love?” “I had a nightmare.” He sighs sympathetically. “What was it about?” Another wave of tears flood down your face. “You said you didn’t w-want m-me.” You say. Enzo wipes the tears again and pulls you inside the room. “Love, why didn’t you wake me?” He sighs. “I didn’t want to seem like a bother.” He holds your chin and stares you in the eyes.

“Listen to me. You are my wife, the love of my life, the only person I’ll listen to, the only person that’s put my heart back together and kept it, and hasn’t broken it. You are NEVER a bother, do you understand? No girl in this damn world could ever love me like you do. No girl compares. I don’t want another girl, and you’re the only girl that catches my eye. You are mine, and I am yours. You are mine, and I’m never letting you go. Do you understand darling?”

You nod. “I need a spoken answer love.” He says. “I understand.” He sighs and looks at you. “Do you know how much I love you Y/n? Can you comprehend how much?” You shrug. “I don’t know Enzo… you’ll have to show me.” A smirk appears on your face and Enzo chuckles. “Oh you cheeky little minx.” He growls, and kisses you passionately, running his hands up your silk nightgown.

Theodore Nott

“I-I don’t love you Theo. Anymore!”

Theo winces again as he hears your angelic voice in his head, the things that shook him awake. He had left you in bed, placing a kiss on your cheek before leaving out of the house and into the garden, grabbing a pack of cigarettes on the way out.

He lets out one puff and takes it out of his mouth sighing. He could still see your tear stained face as you left him. He had called out to you, more like screamed after you but you had already run away. He sighs again and puts the cigarette back in his mouth, closing his eyes.

“Why did you leave me Teddy?” Theo hears. His fiancée’s voice was filled with sleep and concern for him. He’s never left her in bed alone, never. He was always in their bedroom even if he had a nightmare. Bad nightmares he would sit up and cuddle her tightly, his personal dream catcher. But he’s never left her.

“Why are you up princess? It’s late.” He mutters. “I’m up because my fiancé left me in bed, by myself, causing me to worry, when it’s obvious he’s had a nightmare, and he won’t admit it to me because of how stubborn he is.” You snap. “Theo you promised me that you would be open with me. You promised. And you never break your promises.” You say. He stays silent. “If you don't want to tell me that’s fine. But just- don’t leave me like that again.” You say. You walk off and get pulled back in. Theo wraps his arms around your waist and rests his forehead against yours. Then, in the most heartbroken voice, he whispers a sentence that just breaks your heart.

“Don’t leave me princess. Don’t leave me.” You feel his emotions strongly as he whispers this you. “I’m not leaving you Teddy. Never.”

A/N: Okay this was kinda cringe and sucky but I hope you liked it!

Overpower Me and Devour Me | Sierra Six x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Hehe prompt time

"Shit, I wasn't expecting you to get jealous but... fuck, it's hot"

Some with Officer K x male reader and Some with Six x male reader maybe through a kenobi x male reader in there if you feel like it. I need more bedtime stories please 🏎

Summary: when Six gets possessive and when he gets jealous, all you want is for him to overpower you, but you know that there's only way one to get him to do that.

tws: alcohol consumption, swearing, choking

Grumbling, Six sat back with his arm stretched across the back of the booth as he watched you with his jaw clenched and his legs spread, a bottle of beer on the old cheap oak table in front of him, he tilted his head and squinted a little; over by the bar, he could see that someone was chatting you up, he could see that they put their hands on you and you smiled politely as you told them to go fuck themselves.

But then you turned, and you pointed at Six, and he knew that it was his time to shine; a soft groan came from the back of his throat before he finished his beer and headed over, weaving his way through the thinning crowd until he was at your side, his arm slung across your shoulders as he glared at the annoyance.

"You wanna keep flirting with my boyfriend?" His voice was lower than usual, but the words were still clear and the jealousy behind them even more so. He tensed up. "Because if you do, we're gonna have a problem."

You smiled at him, daring to put one hand on his chest and then gently cupping his jaw with the other, turning his head to face you before you kissed him, slowly; Six smiled into it, grumbling a little as he pulled you closer, daring to take control when you let him slip his tongue between your lips, breaths mixing and tangling.

He didn't give a shit about whether or not the annoyance had gotten the hint as he dared to grace his other hand up to your throat, squeezing it softly and trying not to say how hot he thought it was when you fucking grinned.

Letting him overpower you, letting him have complete control and show just about everybody in the club know exactly who you belonged to; but then he pulled away, nipping at your bottom lip as he grumbled.

"Shit, I wasn't expecting you to get jealous but... fuck, it's hot," you breathed out, your head spinning and your heart thundering. You felt like he had devoured every breath you had ever taken, and you couldn't help but to lean into him, laughing softly. Fuck, it was so easy for Six to make you feel like you were on fire.

Licking his lips, Six sighed heavily, daring to look and see if the person who had been flirting with you had left yet, a sharp and somewhat smug laugh coming from him when he realised that they had; but he still pulled you back in for another kiss, open mouthed and heavy as he dropped the grip from your throat in favour of holding your chin instead when you dropped your hand to his shoulder.

He could overpower you so fucking easily, and you loved it.

You pulled away, moaning softly and whimpering as you glared at him. "You're so fucking hot when you do that."

Six smiled, nodding as he cleared his throat, his gaze on your lips as he hummed quietly, daring to meet your gaze once more as he dared to let you go. "You get the drinks. Sit on my lap when you come back."

You agreed, eager and excited, but watching him leave, you couldn't help but to look at his ass, admiring it for a moment before you turned back to the bar and signalled the bartender; a beer and a can of Red Bull, sugar free; they asked if the latter wanted ice and you agreed. Both were cold in your hands when the bartender gave them to you after you had paid, and as you went back over to Six, you couldn't help but to feel your heart pick up again.

He was sat there, legs spread and leaned back, one arm stretched across the back of the booth as he watched you, something animalistic in his eyes as if at any moment he would devour you without a moment's notice; a trained killer, Six was dangerous, he was strong and he could overpower you with ease... and yet you liked that. You asked him to overpower you, you asked him to show that danger off like there was no tomorrow. He watched you set the drinks down on the table, and he smiled when you got on his lap.

"Y'know, you scare people off," you leaned over so that you could whisper the words in his ear, smiling as you did so, "people are gonna wonder if you're actually claiming me."

Six hummed quietly, the sound gruff and low as he reached around you to grab his beer, taking a swig and nodding. "Is that a problem?"

"Do it more," you all but begged. "It's so fucking hot when you do... please?"

He smiled, pushing you away enough so that he could study your features for a moment; he nodded, licking his lips. "You want me to do it?"

You nodded back, your voice starting to turn to a whimper as you let out a shaky breath. "Please?"

Six gently brought his hand up to trace your jaw before he grabbed your chin between his forefinger and thumb. "Oh, puppy... are you asking me to start claiming my boyfriend more? Are you asking me to get even more possessive of my own boyfriend? Is that what you want?"

You let out another shaky breath as you eagerly nodded. "Fuck, yeah, it is."

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Why did you leave me?

Dick Grayson x Reader

ANGST

The rain pours as he walks to the Gotham Cemetery. He hasn’t been here for a long time.

Even the roses he bought for you droop in sadness. It’s just as if they knew how sad he was, how bad he felt.

He swings the gate open and walks up the hill. He remembers taking her here to meet his parents so long ago. Now he’s coming to see her, cold and alone.

He never meant for this to happen. She shouldn’t have done that. He told her to stay put. And he lost her.

He stops and places the flowers in front of the grave. Y/n L/n- Daughter, Sister, Wife, and Gotham’s Shining Star.

“I-I got you your favorites baby.” He says. The rain falls harder. The grave seems to rise to see him.

Finally, Dick falls to the ground sobbing. He never ever thought that this would happen. He had some many protection details…

“You promised me that you wouldn’t leave me alone. YOU PROMISED!” Dick yells. He places his hands on his face. “Y/n why did you leave me. Sweetheart why?”

AWWWW. Trust me. I do not care that I’m getting married soon. I’ll be anyone valentine!

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A Love Too Pure(Sneak Peak to a Series?)

Mattheo Riddle X GN! Faerie Reader

“What an unlikely couple those two! Never would’ve expected them.” Professor McGonagall whispers to Dumbledore. The two Slytherins were outside, hand in hand. “It was destined.” Dumbledore smiles sadly, knowing their future. The future that can destroy everything. But Y/n and Mattheo had to figure that out. But their love, a love too pure for the world, could save it all.

Should I make this a series? If I made the first part, would you read it? I will make a poll to see!

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