slytherin boys reacts|imagines|one shots etc. some content NSFW!! includes: tom riddle|theodore nott|lorenzo berkshire|draco malfoy|blaise zabini|mattheo riddle|regulus black credit for lorenzo berkshire goes to -babynaomi credit for mattheo riddle goes to yasmineamaro

smut and one shots of the slytherin boys. (and occasionally girls)

Oh, man. Here we go. This is Filthy rewritten. Lucille is way smarter... it's not as rushed.... uhhh...and Naomi hardly uses 'cooed' or 'coos'. Treat this book as an alternate universe. Slow updates because I'm a uni student with hardly any time now. Yes, it is still very explicit. Yes, it is toxic. Yes, Lucille uses her inner Granger. No, I cannot tell you who she ends up with in this book for I have no idea, either. (Or do I?). OH, and I introduce you to a new character, Silas Laurent Berkshire. WHO IS HEEEEE?

the nsfw parts of my stories that I'm doing on tiktok but post here because tiktok would removed them lol

I lived out of a van and wherever the wheels took me was my home. I danced with drunkards at the local country bar and I smoked cigarettes, staining them with my black cherry lipstick. I always had my head in the clouds, because I was a free spirit; my spirit was pure and I lived one day at a time. I was a lonely poet, constantly seeking for more but failing to put it in the right words. I knew that he was the one for me, from the very moment that I set my eyes on him. He was the kind of man I pictured to take my innocence. His tall and strong build made my small one feel safe around him, as if he were a shield from all the terrible things that the world could throw at me. Those big hands of his, God, I could imagine just the pleasure they could bring to me. The fact that he drank green tea, read the newspaper every dawn, that salt 'n' pepper hair of his, those aged lines on his face- he was like art; to me, he transcended poetry. I wore my emotions on my sleeves and he saw right through me, as he did with every other person. He read me like he did those words on the front page of his newspapers, but I didn't care. I wanted him to be my hero and I wanted to belong to him. I wanted him to take me in his arms and whisk me away, strip me of every bit of innocence even if it ruined me. It's true what they say, 'be careful what you wish for'. I hadn't known that a man like him was no saviour, even though he had warned me, I was in too deep already, too naïve and too in love with what I saw- that I had no idea the ruin that lay ahead as Massimiliano Esposito's woman. Poetry- as it had for all other great poets- led me to my destruction.

I was the daughter of a dirty sheriff and an abused woman. Haedleigh was a small town, which really didn't have much going on, and it was known for its vintage trains. It was the kind of town where everybody knew everybody, your neighbours were practically family and there was only one college in town. Our bars played amateur music from amateur bands who rehearsed in their garages, there was a gas station where trucks would stop for the night and cheap beer cans littered the streets every Saturday and Sunday morning. Haedleigh was the kind of place where kids weren't afraid to play in the streets and more often than not, the elderly would gather every morning, gossiping about whose daughter was spotted with whose son. But even with towns as peaceful as Haedleigh, dirty secrets still lay within the rubble of the scrapyard. The swinging decapitated bodies that hung from the Islesbury Bridge, heads placed on spikes on the front lawn of different homes, and the random gunfire you'd hear in the middle of the night as the people of Haedleigh sat near their radios, in silence. It was all his doing. A man by the name of Salvatore Esposito that people whispered in the confines of their homes with the lights off for fear of the curse that his name carried. Quite honestly, I dismissed the whispers and thought that they were simply rumours. Lord knows how those spread around these parts since people didn't have much to do with their lives, but I suppose I shouldn't have been so naïve. I mean, papa did refer to his corrupt friends as 'the devil'. That should have been warning enough I suppose, but my curiosity would be the death of me...literally. AVAILABLE ON KINDLE!

Spicy scene for the final part of the Reader's Choice text story on my TikTok. If you haven't seen it, go check it out at RiddleChronicles.

This is a poly enemies-to-lovers story between Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, and YN. All characters are 18 plus in more of a Hogwarts Uni-type setting. ---Excerpt--- "Ms. YLN, this academic year, you'll be partnering with Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle," Snape announced, lifting his gaze with a faint smirk playing on the corners of his mouth. "You can't be serious," I gasped, my mind already racing through potential escape routes. "I assure you, I am quite serious. I believe this arrangement will prove beneficial for all three of you," he responded, swiftly moving on to the next item on his agenda. "I can't work with them," I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice. "You're well aware of our history." "I'm fully aware of your history, and my decision stands," Snape declared, concluding the matter before striding out of the room. In a fit of frustration, I hastily gathered my books and spun around, only to find myself confronted by the living embodiment of my nightmare. Mattheo and Theo were standing at the back of the room, my same look of horror mirrored on their faces. Mattheo moved to speak, but I cut him off. "Don't you assholes come near me. I'd rather fucking fail."

I watched Mattheo as he paced back and forth across my dorm floor. "How are we supposed to keep a cursed ice vault from killing our friends while also keeping the Triwizard Tournament from killing us? We were so dumb to enter that shit." "I don't know. We'll figure it out though. I mean we have to, don't we? We have no choice but to do the tournament, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let that vault keep hurting people simply because we ended up here at the same time. We're the heirs. We can handle it." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was founded, legends spoke of the incredible magic woven by its founders, which seeped into the very walls of the ancient school. This magical legacy, entrusted to Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff, led to the creation of secret vaults hidden behind ancient curses, waiting for a specific sequence of events to unfold over centuries that would finally open them. Only the descendants of the founders themselves possess the latent power to unlock these curses and reveal the enchantments hidden within. When Y/N Lupin and Mattheo Riddle, heirs of Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin, end up at Hogwarts simultaneously, the dormant vaults spring to life, posing a threat to both students and teachers alike. With the Triwizard Tournament on the horizon and cursed ice endangering their friends, Mattheo Riddle and Y/N Lupin must work together to uncover the secrets within the vaults and break their curses once and for all. All characters are owned by J.K. Rowling other than Y/N Lupin (created by me) and Mattheo Riddle (created by Yasmine Amaro)

When Sam's stalker ex turns out to be an Incubus who is haunting her dreams, she turns to the handsome Demon King of Lust for help. ***** Sam Fox is desperate. Recurring nightmares of her stalker ex are becoming eerily real and she knows something more is going on. So when a mysterious handsome bartender claims he can help, she reluctantly accepts. There's just one small detail she didn't see coming: her ex is actually an Incubus gone rogue and this hot bartender is the Demon King of Lust himself. Now her dreams--and her life--are under his protection. --------- NOTE: This book takes place in the Siren's Mark universe following the events of Siren's Fall. You do not have to read the other books, but the story will contain some spoilers. ✓ Completed July 28th, 2023 © All Rights Reserved ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains adult language, explicit sex (consensual), physical violence, and stalking, emotional abuse and manipulation (not romanticized). Expect detailed descriptions of experiences similar to sleep paralysis. Themes discussed may include childhood physical abuse and homophobia/biphobia. This book is intended for adult readers and reader discretion is encouraged.