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Own Me - Chapter Three
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Tags: Dom!Mattheo, Gryffandor!Reader, Cursing, Blackmail, Anxiety!Reader, Dubious Consent
Word Count: 1,721 Words
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Chapter Three: When Life Gives You Potions, You Shut Up
It’s been three days since breaking Draco’s nose and Mattheo hasn’t called you once.
You sat next to him in potions, trying to make the Draught of Living Death potion but his gaze felt pointedly less focused on your handling of the assignment and more focused on you, as it had been all week.
When Monday came and you were thrilled to not have to run around the castle the entire day looking for him for an odd errand or unnecessary chore, though he had given you a few more looks than usual. Then Tuesday came and it was the same, no warming sensation around your neck to kick your flight instincts into gear, just more quiet observation. His eyes following you in classes to the hallways, even during meal times.
His continuous silent inspection of you was torturing your insides with stress, worry tightening its hold on your muscles and getting worse as each day passed. He had promised to punish you after the head butt incident, and Mattheo Riddle was not one who made idle threats.
His searching eyes were prickling your skin, making every cell in your body intimately aware of his mysterious leering. A small part of you, the part that would likely always exist, was nervous; Maybe knowing what was running through his head would ease the perpetual anxiety that you’d lived with. Another part of you was frustrated, the lion inside of you growling at the judgmental stare. For Godric’s sake, you even considered instigating an argument to get him to stop, for him to be something more familiar than the quiet observer he was being now.
A final part of you, a part you’d been repressing since looking at his unfairly attractive face lying in your lap, liked him looking.
You’d tried shaking that feeling out of your head, reminding yourself of all the reasons why the Slytherin bad boy should not be occupying space inside your head outside of anger and loathing. However, his dangerously beautiful and twice as haunting eyes were not helping, their endless darkness and secrets held within threatened to engulf you.
It also didn’t help that your mind seemed to keep replaying the faint moan you’d heard from him minutes before you’d cracked Draco’s nose with your forehead. Everything prior had felt like blur, your temper smudging the lines of your memory, but that moan echoed around in your brain for days. Even worse, it lit up something inside you like you’d never felt before, something primal and animalistic, something that wanted to hear it again.
Fuck, what is happening with me?
Lost in your thoughts, you realized you over-stirred the potion, the cauldron showing a bubbling maroon instead a pale lilac.
Frustrated that you’d have to restart the complicated potion process you slammed the potion book closed.
“What the fuck is your problem, Riddle?” You quietly hissed. His eyes darkened at your tone, slanting to a glare.
“Pardon?” He questioned, his jaw tightened.
“All week you’ve been just staring at me! What’s your fucking problem, huh? Do you know how distracting it is to do our work with you just judging every damn thing I do?” Instant regret fluttered through you, Mattheo cracked his scarred knuckles against the table, his face glowering at you.
“You know Kitten, you’ve got a real dirty fucking mouth,” his voice dropped to a low growl, sending a flurry of unease rippling within you. “And I’m going to fucking fix it for you.”
Before you could respond, your potion, forgotten in the argument with Riddle, had turned black and burst into globs of muck all over you and your table. You’d groaned in disgust, the black goop on your hair and sweater.
“Ten points from Gryffindor,” Snape droned, suddenly appearing to your right, “Next time, I suggest paying more attention to your potion than your partner.”
You scowled, biting your tongue so as not to incur the wrath of the Gryffindor-hating teacher.
“Mr. Riddle, please escort your partner to Madam Pomfrey to ensure there are no reactions to the defective potion.” Snape billowed away, conveniently forgetting to reduct Slytherin points for your shared assignment.
Mattheo grinned mischievously, his eyes predatorily leering at you. Not willing to suffer his smug satisfaction you stormed out of the class room, stomping angrily to the infirmary.
You’d heard Mattheo’s purposeful steps behind you but refused to slow down. Unfortunately, you misjudged how long his strides were because it took him barely any time at all to catch up to you, grabbing a fistful of your cardigan and yanking you into a nearby closet.
You yelped, being flung into the wall of the closet, “Where are ya’ going without your escort, little lion?” Your heart pounded in your chest, Mattheo’s large body enclosing yours against the wall, his face dangerously close.
You couldn’t say anything, words failing to rise up your throat as he loomed over you threateningly. His malice and sarcasm dripping from his tone, bathing you in unease.
“Oh?” He hummed, a wicked smile on his face, “Nothing to say now? No more cute little comments from that bad mouth of yours?”
You wanted to say something, to snap back at him or plead for mercy but you couldn’t. This was all too much, the confined space making you dizzy with the scent of Mattheo, a smell of pine, mint and smoke that was making you lightheaded. His body pressed you into the wall, feeling every hardened plane of his body mold against your soft curves.
Every sense seemed to intensify as the seconds ticked by, you were far too flustered by everything to think straight. You turned your head away from his eyes, trying to compose yourself away from his burning gaze.
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, the words feeling heavy and painful on your tongue.
“Hm?” He hummed, fingers gripping your jaw to turn your face back to him. You could see his rich dark brown pupils blown wide, they briefly flicked down to your lips, returning to your own eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Your voice came out much more pleading than you intended, the heated effects of your senses making you breathless. You licked your lips, mouth feeling suddenly far too dry, his eyes flickered to your lips again, mischief blooming across his face.
“Oh no you aren’t,” Mattheo huffed, tilting your head up slightly, “But you will be.”
His lips captured yours in a hungry kiss, a mix of lightning and magma shooting through your veins as his soft lips enveloped your own. You’d gasped slightly in surprise and, like a true opportunist, he’d used the opening to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue against yours, the taste of mint and smoke both intoxicating and overwhelming.
Your head became foggier under his devouring kiss, blanketing you as you surrendered to his greedy lips and tongue. You’d thought yourself dizzy by his presence before but now you’d felt him everywhere, his warm hands holding your neck as he pressed you further into the wall, his body completely surrounding you.
You felt your knees buckle under you, your joints weakening; You fisted Mattheo’s shirt in your hands, willing yourself to stay upright and push him away with all the strength you could muster.
Your lips separated, the two of you puffing and panting for air in the small closet. The atmosphere still thick with the carnal smog of the obscene lip-locking you’d just done.
“No…” You whined, trying to gather your bearings, the task nearly impossible blood rushing anywhere besides your head and your entire body flush with a mix of shame and desire.
You couldn’t push him far, your arms feeling more like limp noodles than skin and bone to push effectively. He was still towering above you, his plush lips parted slightly, through your haze you saw his tongue peak out and lick his lips, the sight making you whimper.
“No?” He purred, his deep voice slightly out of breath, “Kitten, I own you. I gotta discipline that dirty little mouth of yours.”
He crushed his lips against yours again, this time more unrelenting than before. You tried to hold out, denying him entry to your mouth, but he gave you a hard bite on you lower lip and you’d cried out, once again allowing him an opening to force his tongue inside.
Kissing Mattheo was consuming, his body radiating heat as he bore down on you, your own skin burning like a phoenix flame. The taste of him heady and dangerous, but easily addictive.
Your hands softly clutched the fabric of his shirt, once weakly pushing him, but you’d been forced to yield powerlessly to his strength and immovable body. A distant voice in your clouded mind urged you that this was so, so wrong, but your body was all to eager to accept the sweet torture his mouth was inflicting on you, a thrumming ache building in your stomach.
He embedded one of his hands in your hair, pulling your head back further to kiss you even deeper, simultaneously flicking his tongue against yours, you whimpered. The needy, pleading sound satisfying to him, and a low, throaty moan rose from his chest. The sound fueled a craving in you, something raw and feral urging you to submit to the ruthless onslaught of his lips. Small mewls escaped your mouth and he was too eager to swallow the sounds from you.
After what seemed to be an eternity he released you, this time giving you much needed space as you leaned against the wall for support. Your breaths were coming out as gasping stutters, your lungs starving for air. Mattheo seemed to be in a similar state, his breathing coming out in huffs. The only signs of what happened on him were his slightly ruffled shirt and flushed lips, but other than that he than that he looked normal. You distantly wondered what kind of mess you must of looked, your mind still feeling fucked out from the kisses.
“That, was just for your filthy mouth, Kitten,” he breathed, his voice breathless and low, a tinge of sadistic warning peaking through, “I still owe you a punishment.”
With that, he winked and slipped out the door like nothing happened, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your sanity by yourself.
Fuck me.
#AND HE WILL#eventually...#smutanarchyfics#smutanarchyworks#mattheo x y/n#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle x reader smut#mattheo riddle#mattheo smut#mattheo x you#mattheoxreader
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His whimsical nature and abandonment issues have captivated me
You see him? That’s my SON.
#I live him sm he needs to come back SOON.#and he will#indigo park#indigo park gifs#rambley the raccoon#imma go make some gifs of him now
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Happy FNAF Friday!
Trying to do more comics
#In order to capitalize on a tremendous holiday#I've decided to draw a headcanon of mine#Tony stark the ADHD king#would see the hype surrounding FNAF#then wonder#hmmmm I can probably make that#and HE WILL#except hes terrible at actually finishing personal projects#so it would be half finished#why did he choose glamrock freddy?#I feel like its obvious#like come on#there is also a compartment for a child to sit in#not an adult unfortunately#anyway Riri is here#I wish people acknowledged her more#shes daughter shaped#marvel#marvel 616#riri williams#ironheart#glamrock freddy#comic#tony stark#iron man
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i am PRAYING that Jack Wolfe trumps ALL the ideas of Wylan being a "uwu baby soft boy, he's so little and innocent 🥺🥺 "
#and he will#i know jack will#even from the sneak peek of wylan#i just know that he will#netflix shadow and bone#shadow and bone season two#six of crows#six of crows duology#shadow and bone netflix#shadow and bone s2#shadow and bone#wylan hendriks#wylan van eck#wylan van sunshine
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Do you wanna feel how it feels?
#teen wolf#teenwolfedit#twedit#theo raeken#sceo#mine#theo wants (to be) scott so bad#he wants to be respected and Real#accept once he becomes scott he can't do right and it leads to his downfall#but through that he learns that the essence of scotts character isnt his status as true alpha#people dont respect him because of his power#they respect him bcuz he cares and he tries#and theo can try#and he will
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i love a baby goalie i just think our baby goalie would eat their baby goalie
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The 1975 “matty received a heads up” statement is reminding me of the Kanye phone-call situation. Taylors a messy liar and this feels like the beginning of another one of her marketing tactics.
Everything that 'insider' told US Weekly is ridiculous. Matty was worried he'd be shown in a negative light and he's relieved that he isn't? Has either the insider or US Weekly heard the album?
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Omfg reader from What is Left of Me Without You deserves to find real love and happiness with VOX bc Alastor is absolutely trifling (I wish he wasn’t so hot 😓)
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Whether Al genuinely cared for his wife or not, we all know he'd never let it happen.
#vien answers#I don't think Vox AND reader would live much longer after Alastor gets to them#and he will#I feel like it'll be one of those “if I can't have you then no can” situations#Alastor would rather have reader dead than let someone else have his stuff#Much less Vox#hazbin hotel#alastor
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ray wants to live in sand's collarbone he wants to be a full-time house cat in sand's place
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cam has worms for brains and deserves to get back doored next week
#and he will#best believe they’re gonna get rid of him the first chance they get#my fault for thinking he was capable of being more than drywall!!!!#bb25
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I LOVE your spramltong. he's adorable when he's all scary and ready to bite someones head off <3
HEHEEEE THANK YOUU🥺🫣😁😁😁😁😁😁 very factual.
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In the next chapter of the story, how did Bee leave? And also will he come back?
You’ll find out next chapter, bud. :V
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the city where we live doesn't allow public barbecues so my brother fucking welded a grill to a handcart and now hosts "chill and grill sessions" where he sends all his friends his live location so they can hunt him down on their bikes with sausages in their backpacks while he carts it around evading the police like some sort of barbecue vigilante, grilling on the run. i have never been prouder of him
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