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december 15th. mattheo riddle — slow down!

mattheo riddle x fem reader

summary ; mattheo’s got a crush that’s hard to ignore, but every time he tries to get close, you disappear. good thing he’s got a few ways to catch you when you run. words ; 3.9k warnings ; smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, creampie, spanking, mentions of blood

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The corridor was unnervingly quiet, save for the the faint scrape of shoes against stone. You hugged your books tightly to your chest, trying to make yourself invisible as you hurried toward the library. The cold December air seeping through the castle walls bit at your skin, but it wasn’t nearly as alarming as the warmth you suddenly felt—someone approaching from behind.

“Hi.”

His voice slid into your awareness before you even heard the sound of his footsteps, sending your heart skittering like a startled bird. Turning your head slightly, you caught sight of him—dark curls falling into his eyes, his signature Slytherin tie loosened at his throat, and that grin. The grin that made your chest feel too tight and your thoughts scatter like spilled ink.

Your first instinct, as always, was to flee.

Before he could say more, you ducked your head and pivoted on your heel, muttering something about being late to the library.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” His hand was warm and firm around your wrist, stopping you mid-flight. He turned you gently to face him, his dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your cheeks burn. “Would you please stop running away from me? It’s worrying me, you know. The way you look like you’ve seen a ghost every time I’m around.”

You didn’t dare meet his eyes. Not yet. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, the traitorous flush that gave away just how much he affected you. “I’m not running,” you mumbled, though the evidence was damning.

“Oh, come on.” He laughed, soft and incredulous. “You bolt every time I so much as look at you. Do you have any idea how hard it is to catch up with you? You’re like—like a mouse slipping through cracks.”

Your lips parted, but no sound came out at first. He tilted his head, the faintest frown pulling at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t bite, you know. Not unless you ask.”

His teasing tone made your stomach flip. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, dropping your gaze to the floor.

“Don’t be,” he said softly, his grip on your wrist loosening but not letting go entirely. “I just—look, you know I’m not going to hurt you, right?”

“I-I know,” you stammered, and it was true. He wasn’t threatening to you, not even close. But that didn’t make the rapid thudding of your heart any less overwhelming.

His brow furrowed slightly. “Then what is it?” His voice dropped, quieter now, as if he was trying not to spook you. “Am I too much? Too… loud? Intense? I can tone it down if that’s what you need.”

The earnestness in his voice nearly unraveled you. You wanted to tell him that it wasn’t his fault—that it was you, and your inability to handle the way he seemed to draw everyone’s attention with effortless charm. The way he smiled like he knew every secret in the world. The way his presence made you feel like you were standing too close to the sun.

“I—” You bit your lip, scrambling for an excuse, any excuse, but your brain seemed to be short-circuiting under his gaze. “I’m just...not used to people like you.”

“People like me?” His eyebrows lifted, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a half-smile. “What does that mean?”

“You know.” You waved your free hand vaguely, avoiding his eyes again. “Confident. Charming.”

“Ah.” He let out a low chuckle, the sound warm and rich, wrapping around you like a blanket. “So, what? You’re allergic to confidence?”

“No! I just—” You huffed, flustered, and Mattheo’s grin widened.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?” he said, and your stomach flipped violently.

“I am not,” you mumbled, heat rising to your cheeks.

“You are,” he insisted, his tone teasing but gentle. “And I’m not saying that to make you run away again, by the way. I’d really prefer it if you didn’t.”

You glanced up at him then, your heart doing somersaults at the soft, hopeful look in his eyes. And for a moment, you thought maybe you could do this—stay, talk to him, let yourself believe that someone like Mattheo Riddle could actually like someone like you.

But instead, you mumbled something incoherent and, in a sudden burst of courage—or cowardice—twisted out of his grasp and darted down the hallway.

“Wait—! Oh, come on! Slow down!” His exasperated laugh echoed behind you, followed by his voice, playful but resigned. “You’re killing me, you know that?”

Oh, but you weren’t getting away that easily.

Because by some twist of fate—or Mattheo’s uncanny ability to be everywhere you didn’t want him to be—you found yourself crossing paths with him again that very afternoon. And this time, there was no escaping.

The hospital wing was quiet, the kind of quiet that wrapped itself around you like a blanket, broken only by the soft clink of glass vials as you worked. You were perched at Madame Pomfrey’s desk, carefully restocking rows of remedies, when the heavy wooden door creaked open.

You didn’t look up at first, assuming it was Madame Pomfrey returning from her rounds. But then you heard the familiar drawl.

“Madame Pomfrey, I—oh.”

Your hand froze mid-reach for a jar of bruise balm. Your stomach plummeted. You knew that voice.

You froze, your hand stilling mid-reach for a jar of essence of murtlap. Slowly, as though moving too quickly might summon some greater disaster, you turned your head toward the door.

There he was.

Mattheo Riddle, leaning casually against the doorframe, one arm tucked against his side, the other pressed lightly to his jaw where a streak of blood stood out against his pale skin. His shirt was untucked, his tie gone, and his dark curls were just messy enough to make him look infuriatingly perfect.

Your heart started to pound, the air in your lungs thinning to a whisper. “You,” you said before you could stop yourself, the word barely louder than a squeak.

Mattheo grinned, even as he winced slightly, straightening from the doorframe. “Me,” he echoed.

You swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the desk as if it might keep you grounded. “What... what happened?”

“I fell,” he said simply, though the smirk on his lips made it impossible to believe him.

“You fell,” you repeated flatly, crossing your arms.

He nodded solemnly, though there was nothing solemn about the way his eyes flicked over you, taking in the rolled-up sleeves of your uniform and the faint smudge of ink on your wrist from earlier. “Tragic, I know. But lucky me—I’ve landed in the most capable hands.”

Your cheeks burned, and you immediately dropped your gaze, fussing with the nearest jar of ointment to avoid his eyes. “Madame Pomfrey isn’t here,” you mumbled. “I’m just helping... for now.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” he said, moving toward one of the hospital beds. “I think I like the idea of you taking care of me.”

Your fingers fumbled, nearly knocking over a bottle of murtlap essence. “Sit,” you said quickly, pointing to the bed without looking at him. “You need to sit so I can... um... look at that.”

He chuckled softly but complied, settling onto the edge of the bed. “As you wish.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you grabbed a cloth and some antiseptic. But when you turned back, he wasn’t sitting anymore. He was standing again, closer now—too close, that lazy grin still firmly in place.

Your breath caught. “You—what are you doing?”

“Stretching my legs,” he said easily, his voice low and warm.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” you said, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to sound firm. “You’re injured—”

“It’s nothing,” he said, his grin widening as he leaned against the desk, his dark eyes fixed on you. “I’m not that fragile, you know.”

“But—”

“Do I make you nervous?” he interrupted, tilting his head slightly, his curls falling into his eyes.

You immediately shook your head, even though you could feel the heat crawling up your neck. “N-no. I mean—why would you think that?”

“Because you’re practically shaking,” he said, his tone softer now, though no less teasing. “And because you keep looking anywhere but at me.”

Your eyes flicked up to his for a fraction of a second before dropping back down to the floor. “I’m not... I mean, I just—”

“You’re adorable,” he said, and the warmth in his voice made your pulse race.

You froze, your fingers tightening on the cloth in your hands. “I should clean your cut,” you mumbled, stepping back toward him.

But before you could reach him, he moved again, his hands finding the edge of the table on either side of you, caging you in.

“Mattheo—”

“I’m not going anywhere this time,” he said softly, his voice barely more than a murmur. His dark eyes held yours, the intensity in them stealing the words right out of your throat. “So stop running.”

His face was so close now, the warmth of his breath ghosting across your cheek, making your skin tingle. You could see the individual lashes framing those mesmerizing eyes, the slight curve of his lips, the way his teeth nipped gently at his lower lip...

"Come on," you muttered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. You lifted the antiseptic in your hand. "Just... please let me help you."

It sounded weak, pathetic even, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

For a long moment, he simply looked at you, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he stepped back, giving you space to breathe again.

"You're right," he said, his voice a little rougher than usual. "Thank you."

He sat back down on the bed, his posture a bit less casual now, more tense. He looked up at you through his lashes, his gaze softer than before.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you. I just..." He paused, seeming to struggle for the right words. "I like you, Y/N. A lot. And sometimes I forget myself around you."

You blinked rapidly, processing his words. "You... really?" you asked softly, hardly daring to believe it. Slowly, hesitantly, you took a step closer, drawn to him despite your nerves.

"Yes, really," he confirmed, his voice low and sincere. As you drew near, he reached out, his large hands coming to rest on your hips. In one smooth motion, he pulled you down onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to steady you.

You gasped, your hands flying up to press against his chest. You could feel the firm muscles beneath his shirt, the rapid thud of his heartbeat. Your own heart raced in response, your cheeks flaming with heat.

He smiled softly, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your hip bones as he held you close. "There," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Isn't this better?"

You squirmed slightly in his lap, hyper-aware of every point where your bodies touched. "I... I don't know if this is a good idea," you whispered, even as your traitorous body melted into his embrace. Your hands slid up his chest to loop around his neck, fingers tangling in the soft curls at his nape.

He chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through you. "Why not? We're alone, aren't we?" His hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts through your blouse. "No one has to know..."

He leaned in, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat. "Let me take care of you," he breathed against your skin, his other hand sliding down to palm your ass. "I promise I'll make it feel good."

You whimpered softly as his lips and tongue worked magic on your sensitive skin, your head lolling back to give him better access. But as he kissed lower, you suddenly felt something wet and sticky on your throat–his cut.

"Wait," you gasped, pulling back slightly. You brought a hand up to your neck, your fingers coming away streaked with blood. "You're still bleeding, Mattheo. We should clean that first before... before anything else happens."

He paused, looking up at you with lust-darkened eyes. A slow, amused grin spread across his face. "You think I give a fuck about that right now?" he muttered, pulling you flush against him again. "Don't worry about that."

His hand fisted in your hair, tugging your head back as he attacked your throat with renewed fervor, licking and sucking at the bloodied skin.

"M-Mattheo," you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders. "We shouldn't... not here..."

Even as you protested weakly, your hips started to move of their own accord, grinding down against the growing hardness you could feel pressing against your thighs. The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you, making your head spin.

He groaned into your neck, the vibrations rumbling through his chest and into yours. His hands tightened on your hips, encouraging your movements as he rocked up against you.

"Oh, fuck. You're not as innocent as you pretend to be, huh?" he noted, his voice rough with desire.

In one fluid motion, he lifted you off his lap, rising from the bed as you stumbled back. His hands roamed possessively, sliding from your waist to the curve of your lower back before trailing up to cup the soft swell of your tits. His touch was rough and insistent, squeezing and kneading as if he couldn't get enough of you.

Before you could catch your breath, he turned you around, his firm grip guiding you into place. His hand pressed against the small of your back, a silent command that sent heat pooling in your belly as you bent forward, your chest and palms flattening against the bed.

You felt the air shift around you, cool and heady against your heated skin, as Mattheo's fingers toyed with the hem of your skirt. He dragged it up slowly, deliberately, his movements measured, as though savoring every inch of you revealed to him.

"Running from me, again and again," he muttered, his voice dark and edged with amusement. "And now look at you. Right where I’ve always wanted you."

Your breath caught, shame and desire tangling in your chest. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond—not when his hands curled under the waistband of your panties, dragging them down the curve of your thighs in one slow, tantalizing motion.

"Mattheo," you whispered, your voice trembling, barely audible above the pounding of your own heart.

His low laugh sent shivers through you. "Finally saying my name. Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear that? And not just in your shy little apologies."

Your knees nearly buckled as his fingers teased the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, tracing lazy circles closer and closer to where you ached for him. He let the silence hang, heavy and charged, before looping his arm around your front.

"Cute,” he murmured. "You’ve spent weeks avoiding me, playing coy. But I think you’ve wanted this just as much as I have. Haven’t you?"

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—only gasp as his fingers found your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that sent sparks skittering up your spine.

"Answer me," he demanded, his tone soft but unyielding. "I want to hear you say it."

Your nails dug into the bedspread, and you shook your head, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. "I-I don’t…"

"Don’t what?" His fingers curled around the back of your neck, squeezing lightly. "Don’t want me? Don’t need this? Say it, sweetheart, because your body’s telling me a very different story."

You whimpered, the heat pooling between your thighs making it impossible to deny him—or yourself. "I…I want you," you finally choked out, your voice so quiet you weren’t sure he’d heard.

But he did.

"Good girl," he praised, the words dripping with satisfaction. His movements quickened, drawing tight, delicious circles that had your legs trembling. "See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? All you had to do was stop running."

A soft gasp escaped your lips as his hand slid down from your neck, tracing the curve of your hip before gripping your ass firmly. His other hand left your front, joining its twin to knead and grope the plush flesh, his thumbs digging in with a possessive hunger that made heat bloom low in your belly again.

“You’re perfect here,” he mused, his voice a deep hum as he spread your cheeks apart, his touch maddeningly deliberate. “Bent over for me like this. Made for me, aren’t you?”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape, but Mattheo didn’t miss it. He laughed softly, the sound dripping with smug satisfaction.

“Don’t hold back now,” he coaxed, his hands trailing up and down the back of your thighs, lingering just long enough to tease but not satisfy. “I want to hear every little sound you make for me.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could form a word, his palm landed on your ass with a sharp smack—not hard enough to hurt too much, but enough to send a jolt of heat straight through you.

“Mattheo!”

“There it is,” he purred, his hands smoothing over the spot he’d just struck, his touch soothing and warm. “You sound so fucking sweet when you say my name like that.”

Before you could respond, you felt the hard press of his length against you, separated only by the fabric of his trousers. He rolled his hips, letting you feel the full weight of him, and your knees buckled slightly at the realization of just how much he wanted you.

“You feel that?” he murmured, his lips brushing the back of your neck as he reached down to unbuckle his belt. The soft clink of metal was almost drowned out by the pounding of your heart. “That’s what you do to me. Every time you run, every time you look at me with those shy little glances—you drive me fucking insane.”

The ruffling of fabric being lowered was too hard to ignore, and you couldn’t stop yourself from glancing back over your shoulder. The sight of him—breathing heavily, his cock thick and hard, standing proudly against the taut muscles of his stomach—sent a wave of heat washing over you.

“Eyes front,” he ordered, his voice rough with arousal. When you didn’t obey fast enough, his hand came down on your ass again, the sharp sting making you gasp. “Now.”

You did as he said, pressing your forehead into the bedspread as his hands roamed over you again, his touch both reverent and demanding. One hand slipped between your thighs, spreading you open, while the other gripped your hip, holding you steady.

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, his fingers sliding through your slick folds. He teased your entrance with the tip of one finger before pushing inside, curling it just enough to make you arch back against him.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice laced with a dark kind of affection as he added another finger, stretching you slowly. “I can feel how tight you are. So perfect. So ready for me.”

Your answer was a broken moan, your body moving instinctively against his hand.

“Shit,” he breathed, pulling his fingers out only to replace them with the blunt head of his cock, teasing your entrance with maddening slowness. “You’re gonna ruin me, you know that?”

The stretch of him entering you was almost too much, but the way he worked you—inch by agonizing inch, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still—sent a wave of pleasure through you that made your toes curl.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice a husky growl as he bottomed out, filling you completely. He stayed there for a moment, his breathing ragged, his hands running over the curve of your back and the swell of your ass. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight, so perfect. Tell me how it feels.”

“Good,” you managed, your voice barely more than a whisper. “So good.”

“Yeah?” He pulled back slowly, leaving only the tip of his cock inside you before snapping his hips forward again with a deep thrust, filling you completely. You gasped, your body jerking forward at the force, but he didn’t give you a moment to adjust. He set a slow, measured pace, his thrusts deep but deliberate, pulling out and pushing back into you with an almost agonizing slowness that made your heart race. “You like it when I fill you up like this? When I make you mine?”

Your only response was a strangled moan, your fingers clutching the sheets as he sped up his rhythm, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

His hand left your hip, sliding down to your front to brush your clit with just the right amount of pressure. "God, you’re perfect," he muttered, his voice rough as he continued to slide in and out of you, each stroke a slow burn. "I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone like I want you right now."

The pressure inside you was building, slow and steady, like the tightening of a coil. You could feel every inch of him, each thrust dragging out the pleasure until it was almost unbearable. You clenched around him, urging him deeper, and he groaned in response, his grip tightening on your hips as he pushed you harder into the bed.

“You’re fucking incredible,” he breathed, his voice rough and full of need. His thrusts picked up, faster now, more urgent, but still controlled, as if he wanted to drag this out as long as possible. “You feel so fucking good, so warm and tight around me. Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”

Your hands gripped the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as the pleasure mounted. He hit that sweet spot inside you with every thrust, driving you mad with the sensation, and you couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped your lips.

“Please…” you gasped, not sure if you were begging for more or for him to take you faster. It didn’t matter. You just needed him.

Mattheo smirked, his fingers still pressing against your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "You want it faster? You want me to make you come on my cock?"

You nodded, desperate for more. “Yes, please…”

“That’s what I thought,” he rasped, his thrusts quickening as he slammed into you with abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with the low groans escaping both of you.

With one final, devastating thrust, you shattered, your release crashing over you like a tidal wave. Mattheo wasn’t far behind, his rhythm growing erratic as he buried himself deep inside you, groaning your name as he followed you over the edge.

For a moment, the world was nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths and the heat of his body against yours. Then, slowly, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“You’re not running from me again,” he murmured, his voice a quiet promise. “Not now. Not ever.”

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nottsangel · 3 months ago

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Sorry but that repost about Mattheo got me UNHINGED 😞🙏🏻 especially the pics where he’s bloody

I need to cut on his abs with a knife and suck his cock with the blood on it UGHHHHH Imagine vampire!reader doing it adqkshisjsevsj I can’t please I need him so so bad

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tw knifeplay. bloodplay. vampire!reader

your hand tightly grips the handle of the shiny knife, your knuckles turning white. you’re not sure if it’s because you’re nervous about hurting him, or if it’s to compose yourself against your overwhelming bloodlust.

slowly and inevitably, you feel yourself losing every ounce of self control as mattheo stands before you, naked, with his hard cock out, his abs flexed, and a sly grin playing on his handsome face.

“go on then.” he murmurs, relishing the frantic glint in your eyes while you kneel in front of him. your lip curls, exposing the sharp edge of your fangs as you drag the blade slowly across his muscular stomach. gently at first, but the moment the first drop of blood oozes out of the shallow cut, the sweet scent hits you like a drug, and you’re quickly craving more, pressing the knife deeper into his soft skin.

“so… beautiful…” you murmur, mesmerised, eyes wide and locked onto the droplets of blood trailing down his torso, sliding over the curve of his erection. mattheo hisses at the sharp sting, yet it only seems to turn him on more, the tip glistening with slick precum. his hazy eyes hungrily stare down at you as he feels slightly lightheaded from the blood loss, only intensifying his arousal.

“ah, ah, ah— not yet.” mattheo says with a smirk, quickly stopping you just as you eagerly lean in to lick his bloody abs. “let it drip down more. i want it fully soaked.” your eyes darken, your hand gripping his thigh so tightly your nails nearly draw blood from his skin even more. then, finally he gives you a single nod.

without hesitation, you wrap your mouth around his blood-slicked erection, taking him deeper and deeper until your lips touch his stomach and the head of his cock brushes the back of your throat. curse words uncontrollably fall from mattheo’s lips and his hands fist in your hair, hips bucking into your mouth.

“that’s it, baby. just like that.” mattheo groans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as you feel his thick cock twitch in your mouth. the crimson drops of blood still trickling down from the fresh wounds, combined with the taste of it filling your mouth, completely overwhelm you— the intoxicating scent and metallic flavor making your head spin.

before you can stop yourself, your fangs involuntarily press into the tender skin of his cock, making him wince at the sudden sensation. you pull back immediately, brows furrowed in guilt as you gaze up at him, worried. but mattheo isn’t angry. he isn’t even fazed. instead, there’s a dark look of arousal written all over his face.

“fuck. sorry, matt. i couldn’t help myself…” “you should’ve kept going, princess. i’m not a pussy, you know.” “well—” “oh, shut up.”

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sabxynsweet · 15 days ago

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sweetheart!reader can't think straight with mattheo

short little one while i write all your requests <3

"I think Astoria doesn’t like me.” You murmur, though you start to lose your train of thought as Mattheo trails kisses down your jawline to your neck.

“Who?” He mutters, continuing with his open mouth kisses.

You roll your eyes before they flutter close.

“Astoria Greengrass, you know her, I’m sure.”

“Sure, what about her?”

“She said- no, Pansy heard from her friend that she, umm, she-” You can feel Mattheo smirk against your skin before his lips ghost over your ear.

“Yeah?”

“Never mind.” You murmur, titling your head back, leaning into him which makes him chuckle.

“You’re cute.”

“You’re cute, too.” You mumble. He snorts.

“Sure.” He pauses his ministrations, giving your poor brain time to think and giving you some space to breathe before he’s whispering in your ear again.

“I like your skirt.” He whispers, his hand playing with the hem from where it was resting on your thigh, “You should wear it more often.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Mattheo traces shapes on your thigh, you swear you feel the shape of a heart, “Please, baby.”

He coaxes you onto his lap and smiles smugly when you nod.

“Sure.”

“Good girl.”

You make a mental note to wear this skirt again, you quite liked it anyway. Besides, you’d wear bees woven together if Mattheo asked nicely enough.

He finally moves to kiss your lips, making you feel dizzy and fuzzy all over.

Your hands tangle in his hair as you melt into him.

He pulls away, leaving you in a daze.

Mattheo smirks and pats your head after checking his watch. “It’s dinner time, Sweetheart.”

You don’t respond, your mind blanking.

He laughs. “Come on.”

You snap out of your daze, finally.

“I hate you.” You whine.

He laughs. “Sure you do.”

also! i hope you know that for some of your requests i do have them in my drafts already written but i thought that they fit boyfriend!mattheo more so unfortunately we have to wait a little for those

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riddlesdove · 2 months ago

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mercenary!mattheo confronts you, his partner and friend, after you both return from a mission where you refused to listen to him and things take a heated turn

c/w: 18+. piv, oral (female & male recieving), angry mattheo, slightly bitchy reader

wc: 2k

“What the fuck were you thinking.” Mattheo spits the second you close the door and you whirl around to face him wide eyed. “Do you have any idea how stupid it was running off like that? No back up and no clue if there were more of them lurking around. You’re lucky I followed.”

You frown, immediately defensive.

Unable to fight the bitter edge to your voice at the way he's berating you like a child. “I had it handled, Riddle. If I’d listened to you the targets would have got away and ran back back to their boss and we’d lose a chance at him again.” You huff.

He glowers at you, muscles in his jaw twitching in irritation whilst he paces the small living area of your shared apartment.

“No, if you’d listened to me I wouldn’t have had to save your ass because you can’t follow simple orders.” Mattheo sneers.

You lunge from your place leaning against your door frame, striding towards him until the heat of his skin mixes with your own as you jab a finger into his firm chest.

“Fucking watch it, Riddle.” You snarl, rage hot in your blood as he watches you - eyes glinting dark. Amused. “I did what I thought was best. You want to act like a spoilt little bitch because someone else got the lead on him, fine, but don’t blame me. As far as I’m concerned I was doing my job.”

Fire snaps in his eyes and then he’s glaring down at you once again. A small thrill racing down your spine when a small part of your brain whispers that you’ve never seen Mattheo this angry before. That you kind of like how it looks on him.

Dark curls in total disarray from where he’s tugged them in frustration, a light tremble to his hands as they clench into fists by his sides and when his voice comes out it isn’t warm like you’re used to. It’s dark. Rough. Honey oozing over so much fucking grit.

“You think this is because I didn’t get the lead?” He seethes, fists unclenching to wrap his fingers around your wrists. “You could’ve died.”

You bristle at his tone and attempt to snatch your wrists from his grasp, teeth bared when he holds firm.

“Maybe if I died you might finally get a partner you can actually keep up with.” You snap, inhaling sharply when he yanks you into his chest and lets go of one wrist to snatch at your chin, tilting your face to look up at him.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t die at all.”

“Oh like you give a shit! By the sounds of it I’m nothing more than a nuisance for you to babysit, you should be glad–mmph.”

Mattheo crashes his mouth to yours, effectively cutting off your bitter words as your eyes grow wide with shock. He pulls back lightly, eyes hot as he mutters against your mouth.

“Fuckin’ stubborn girl, you drive me insane.”

You growl, hand diving into the curls at the nape of his neck to yank him back towards you as you slam your mouth to his. The kiss frantic and rough - desperate to taste one another after years of holding back. His stubble scratches your skin as his tongue parts your lips to slide along your own and he groans into your mouth, hands latching at your hips.

You can’t get enough of how he feels. Your hands slipping beneath his shirt to stroke across warm skin - nails scraping down his stomach to pull a shuddering groan from his chest.

He wrenches his mouth away to press kisses along your jaw, nipping the curve of your neck.

“Mattheo–" you whimper,"please.”

“Fuck - the way you say my name. Tell me what you need.”

You pull his mouth back to yours, tangling your fingers through soft hair, words a rushed mumble against his lips.

“I need you.”

Dark eyes search yours for any sign of doubt or hesitancy, breath stuttering when he finds none. His hands sweep over your sides, reaching to grab handfuls of your ass as he smirks cheekily at you before gripping your thighs and you jump.

“Fuck.” Your head falls back against the door when he slots against you, hips rocking in a teasing rhythm.

“Does that feel good, angel?” He taunts, smug, before you reach down to grasp him through his jeans. He chokes on air as you palm at him and suck his bottom lip into your mouth, scoring the flesh between your teeth.

“You really shouldn’t tease me, baby” You whisper, releasing his lip with a sinful pop.

The room spins as Mattheo tears you away from the wall. Marches into your room before throwing you down onto the bed.

He’s on you in a heartbeat, sucking kisses in a searing hot trail down each newly revealed part of skin with every piece of clothing he rips from you. When he reaches your jeans, deft fingers slip the button open and drag the zipper down before he yanks them down your legs.

Mattheo’s eyes burn darker at the wet patch growing on the fabric of your underwear and you can’t tell if it’s a curse or a prayer flying from his lips when he tears them from your body and his eyes rake over you bared to him.

You tremble under the intensity of his warm gaze and he smiles at you gently, dropping careful kisses on your thighs as you sigh and card your hand through his dark curls. His stubble tickles the soft, tender skin and you squirm lightly, breath hitching, causing his heart to flip as he grins at you.

“You’re so perfect.” He whispers, pushing your legs apart so he can nestle between your thighs.

“Mattheo.” You breathe.

“Let me taste you. Please.”

You barely manage a nod before he dives in, dragging a hot, greedy line from your entrance to your clit. Fingers spreading you apart to gain better access. It has your hips bucking against his face as his tongue spears inside you and a strong arm wraps around your waist to drag you closer - pinning you to the bed and against his desperate mouth.

It’s so much.

Almost too much.

Pleasure shrieking through your veins and needy moans swelling in your throat. You shove a hand against your mouth to muffle your cries when he sucks your clit into his mouth and jolt when a large hand comes down on the flesh of your thigh.

A warning growl in the back of his throat that makes your eyes roll back. “Don’t you dare hide from me.” He rasps. “I want to hear you scream.”

You shudder before doing as he says.

And when you look down Mattheo’s gaze is already blazing into yours. Pupils blown wide, turning his eyes into endless pools of black. You hold his stare even when he slides his finger inside you, moaning as he curls and twists them until you're trembling in his hold.

Your lashes flutter as heat pulses in your lower belly, turning white-hot when he grins against your cunt. His fingers sinking into the meat of your thighs as he swirls his tongue before you feel the shock of teeth grazing your clit.

You shatter then, head thrown back to the mattress and a broken cry of his name shredding through your lungs. Convulsing beneath his hands and his mouth until the last echoes of release burn through you and you fall limp.

He kisses his way back up your body afterwards. Sinking into your embrace when you lazily throw your arms around his neck and draw him to your lips, your tongue sliding over his, goosebumps breaking out over your flesh at the taste of yourself.

Your head is swimming, filled with nothing but Mattheo’s presence as it engulfs you. The taste of him on your lips, his scent all over your skin and the hard, needy press of him hot against your thigh.

Suddenly it feels like a sin that he’s still fully clothed whilst you're naked and you say as much to Mattheo who without another word, offers himself to your mercy.

He sucks in a sharp breath when you rise to your knees and shove him on his back, moving to straddle his hips as you slowly push his shirt, gentle hands mapping over every inch of tanned skin you can reach. Marvelling at the soft warmth of him as your mouth slips across his chest, down his stomach whilst your fingers glide down his arms.

It makes him dizzy to be treated with such tenderness, his heart thumping wildly in his chest as the touch of your lips brand him again and again. Gulping when you slither down his body to drag them rid him of the rest of his clothes.

He smiles slightly, a little flush with pride, when your movements slow to take him in. Eyes rounding and the sweep of your tongue over your lower lip to wet it as you softly hum his name.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” You murmur and he swallows hard, pink briefly dusting high on his cheeks.

His thighs quake when your nails scrape across the tender skin and you can no longer resist the urge to lower yourself to where he aches for you. To lick a slow stripe up his length before taking him in your mouth.

Your tongue swirls around him and his hips cant, the muscles of his thighs shuddering beneath your palms. Fingers stroking him through the need that burns fierce in his gut as he watches with a wrecked groan as you swallow him down.

It’s with more restraint than he’d ever care to admit that he tangles his fingers in your hair to pull you off rather than further against his hips - to go against the urge to rock into the warm suction of your mouth when you begin building a dizzying rhythm.

“I’m not going to last if you keep that up, angel.” He pants. “Need to be inside you now.”

Impatient hands grasp at your arms to drag you up his body and you jerk when his cock slides through the seam of your pussy as you straddle him.

Mattheos breath catches when he stares up at you, eyes hooded and jaw a little slack. Smoothing his touch over your soft skin before he cups the weight of your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples to draw a sweet sigh from you.

“Always knew you’d look good up there.” He grins and the sound is like warm honey drizzled over your heart. Making you go liquid soft for him.

Leaning down ever so slowly, your hand comes to lightly grasp his jaw.

“Not as good as you look beneath me, Riddle.” You purr as your lips brush against his, almost collapsing against his chest when he yanks you closer to deepen the kiss.

You reach between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his cock to lead him to your entrance. There’s a moment, a soft pause where you watch each other with heaving chests and parted lip. And then you slowly sink down to the hilt.

“Fuck.”

He fills you so completely that your mouth drops open on a breathless moan. Awestruck at the way nothing has ever felt so right as he does, thick and heavy as he rests inside you, and you wonder if this is how it feels for someone to brand themselves on you. To carve you out so specifically that only they could ever fit you again.

A firm hand squeezes your hip, and you quickly snap out of the euphoric daze - glancing down to find Mattheo’s pleading eyes on yours. Begging you to move soon as the muscles in his jaw and neck strain with the effort of holding back.

You rise up, eyes fluttering closed as the new position has him sliding in deeper and slowly, you begin rolling your hips, lifting off his length that little bit further each time only to quickly drop back down.

The drag of him has your nails scraping down his chest and he hisses before thrusting sharply into you, knocking a hoarse cry from your lungs as the head of his cock spears against something cataclysmic.

And Mattheo immediately wants more of that sound, chasing it with relentless determination as he plants his feet and thrusts up hard. One hand drifting away from your breast, slipping low until there’s the delicious press of his fingers at your clit, drawing tight circles in time with each snap of hips.

“Mattheo–” You whimper. “Oh my god.”

Your second climax feels like an impending storm. It gathers energy, chaotic and devastating - brewing to an almost suffocating degree before it strikes without warning. Snatching the breath from your lungs before you even know that you're breaking, shuddering apart as it rages within you.

Your arms buckle and then Mattheo’s are wrapping around you the minute you collapse into his chest, his mouth hot against your temple as he makes soft, soothing sounds. Pressing sweet words of praise into your skin as you gasp whilst his pace quickens and grows jagged. Desperate.

You feel it when he reaches his end. Feel him grow even harder inside you, pulsing, and then there’s a rush of warmth as his lips slide carelessly over your cheek. Parting against your skin with a strangled groan of your name.

Neither of you move for what feels like an age, tangled together as you catch your breath and steal slow kisses. Smiles soft and almost giddy against each other’s mouths. It makes you sigh happily, melting into his warmth when he pulls you impossibly closer, pressing a kiss to your nose and then your forehead where a light frown appears the moment you allow your mind to drift.

“What happens now?” You whisper to him quietly, flushing when he draws back just enough to look at you properly and trails gentle fingers over your cheek.

“Now we sleep for a bit, today has been stressful.” He murmurs tiredly before something wicked sparks in his eyes. “And when we wake up, I’m going to make you cum on my fingers and my mouth before I fuck you again. Then we make a plan to hunt that fucker down, together.”

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riddlesbunny · 4 months ago

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drunk on jealousy

summary: Trying to get back at Matty for making you jealous, you end up in a predicament none of you saw coming.

pairing: Mattheo Riddle & Theo Nott x Reader

word count: 1.8k words

warnings: Explicit smut, jealousy, alcohol consumption, grinding in public, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), p in v sex, cuck mattheo if you squint, creampie, 18+ MDNI

note: send me Matty requests!!

The common room is buzzing as it usually does after the boys win against Gryffindor. Excitement lingers in the air, along with the scent of something stronger, that you can only assume was snuggled in by a group of rowdy seventh years.

Laughter and cheers echo through the room, drowning out the crackling fireplace, where a few players lounge. But none of that matters because all you can focus on is Mattheo’s hand on another girl’s waist, lips brushing against her ear as she giggles. Fucking bastard.

Your rage and jealousy have to marching over towards Mattheo, but suddenly your path is blocked.

“He’s not worth the trouble, bella.”

“Get outta my way, Theo!” you snarl, trying to shove past him but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he pulls you closer into him, “Why don’t you give me your attention tonight instead, mi amor?”

Your eyes narrow, searching his emerald irises for any hint of insincerity.

“What do you mean?”

He hands you a glass of firewhisky and pulls you towards one of the couches. He pats his thighs as he sits, motioning for you to sit on his lap.

“Really?”

“Do you want to make him jealous or not?”

It doesn’t take long for the firewhisky to hit and after a few minutes, you find yourself basically grinding on Theo.

His hands grasp your hips possessively, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he steers you in slow, tortuous circles on his lap.

As you make eye contact with Matty from across the room you can instantly tell he’s jealous.

The way his fingers tighten around his glass. The sharp flicker of his gaze as it snaps to you, burning, jaw clenching.

“Anddd he’s still looking,” Theo muses, voice low, lips barely ghosting your skin.

You press down harder on his lap, your pussy involuntarily getting wetter at the contact, and a moan escapes your lips.

Matty moves— and in an instant, he’s towering over you and Theo, looking murderous. Before you can even smirk in satisfaction, his hand is gripping your wrist, tugging you off of Theo’s lap with little effort.

“I think that’s enough,” Matty growls, his voice laced with something dark. His grip tightens, not exactly painful, but firm, leaving no room for you to argue.

“Didn’t take you to be the jealous type,” Theo says casually.

Mattheo doesn’t dignify him with a response. Instead, he drags you though the sea of students, out of the common room and straight to his dorm.

The door slams behind you and Mattheo’s hands are all over you.

“What the hell was that, huh?” He asks, pulling your shirt down over your bra before his hands grip your ass harshly. But before you can say anything, there is a knock at the door followed by Theo’s voice, smug as ever.

“Hai lasciato cadere questo, principessa.”

You forgot this, Princess.

When Mattheo opens the door, Theo is dangling your silver bracelet in the air. It must have slid off your wrist while you were dancing on him.

“Thank you,” you say as your grab the jewelry from him. Mattheo stands impatiently, waiting for him to leave. But instead, Theo enters the room.

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt, do continue whatever it was you were planning to do to her.”

It is now extremely clear to you that Theo still has a raging hard-on from when you were dancing on him.

“Not with you in here… out!” Mattheo all but shouts at Theo.

Theo’s eyes darken, “we’ve done it before.”

At this, you give Mattheo a look of bewilderment.

“Not with her.”

You swallow hard, gripping the bracelet in your palm. "What does he mean, ‘done it before'?"

Mattheo hesitates and you feel your pulse quicken.

"Mattheo."

His gaze meets yours.

"It's complicated,” he says and you take a step back.

"That's not an answer."

A muscle in his jaw twitches.

“He likes to get under my skin, baby. That's all it is."

You shake your head, "I don't believe you."

Mattheo steps forward, reaching for you, but you pull away and his eyes darken.

"Don't let him mess with your head, baby. He's playing a game."

You bite your lip, watching him closely.

“And what if I want to play?”

Mattheo’s gaze sharpens, his frustration morphing into something else—something dangerous.

“You don’t,” he says, voice low, possessive, but the way he looks at you says otherwise.

Theo grins widely now, taking another step towards you.

"It seems your boy doesn’t want to share you,” he states as you glance at Mattheo, “but you have the power here, bella.”

“Oh, this is bullshit!” Mattheo groans.

“I think you want to,” Theo muses, motioning to the wet patch you left on his pants earlier, causing you to blush. You’re afraid to even look at Mattheo now.

Theo reaches out to cup your chin, tilting your head back so you look up at him. "If you asked him right now to watch while I fuck you senseless, I bet he'd do it."

Your heart hammers in your chest, but now you’re horny, and your decide to take a risk.

"Would you, Matty?" you ask, turning your head slightly to break Theo's hold. Your heart races as you meet Mattheo's eyes again, searching for any sign that this might not end in disaster.

All of you know that Mattheo could never deny you anything.

Mattheo's eyes flicker from Theo to you, then back again. His jaw clenches and unclenches, a muscle twitching there.

"Yes," he finally growls and your pussy pulses in response, wetness soaking through your panties.

With a smug smile, Theo leans down to press his lips against yours. Before you can deepen the kiss, Mattheo's hands are on your waist, pulling you away, “not yet," he commands. Theo smirks, backing off for now.

Mattheo leads you over to his bed, pushing you gently onto your back.His eyes never leave yours as he joins you on the mattress, lying beside you.

"Lift your hips, darling," Mattheo orders, sliding his hands under the hem of your skirt. You comply, lifting your ass so he can slide your drenched panties down your legs and toss them aside.

Theo watches, licking his lips as Mattheo parts your thighs and lowers his head between them. His tongue delves into your slick folds, stroking through your slick heat before circling around your swollen clit.

Your breath catches as Mattheo sucks your clit into his mouth, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Theo watches greedily, one hand stroking himself through his pants.

Mattheo's fingers slide inside you, curling upwards as they press against that spot only he knows how to find.

Your moans fill the room as Mattheo devours you, fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, driving you closer to climax. Theo yanks his pants and boxers down so his cock springs free.

Theo fists his shaft, working it furiously as he watches Mattheo feast on you. His other hand grips your breasts roughly, squeezing and kneading you through your shirt.

As you writhe beneath him, you feel yourself begin to peak, Mattheo stops suddenly, raising his head to look at you. Your core aches, yearning for release. "What….. why did you stop?"

"Because, baby," Mattheo breathes, a cruel twist to his lips. "I thought you wanted me to watch him fuck you senseless?”

You whimper in protest as your cheeks burn, your pussy pulsing with unsatisfied need. But before you can utter a word, Theo is there, positioning himself between your spread legs.

Theo's rough hands grip your ass, tilting your hips as he rubs his cock along your slit. Every inch of your skin tingles as he drags his length through your wetness, not entering you, teasing you further.

"You're torturing me," you moan, hips bucking in a pathetic attempt to impale yourself on Theo's cock. He smirks, enjoying this game too much.

Theo's hips flex, pressing just an inch of his thick cock into you. "Ohhh fuck”, you moan, feeling the tight fit as you stretch to accommodate him. He pushes a little deeper, making you gasp.

Your nails dig into the sheets as Theo slides in further, a delicious ache spreading through your core. Mattheo leans down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss.

Theo pumps into you, his hips meeting yours with forceful thrusts.

Your lips still tangled with Mattheo's, moaning into his mouth, your fingernails now dig into his chest.

Breaking the kiss, Mattheo trails his mouth down your neck, nipping and sucking as he moves lower. Theo slams into you harder, hitting that sweet spot with each thrust.

"Let me taste you now, baby," you say to Mattheo.

"Yeah?" He asks, eyes darting wildly between yours.

“Mhm," you all but moan as you bite down on your lip so hard you swear you could draw blood.

Within seconds Mattheo's pants are down and his erect cock is level with your face.

Taking Mattheo's thick cock in your hands, you guide it to your eager mouth, wrapping your lips around its tip. Your tongue swirls around the head, tasting precum and saltiness, encouraging more.

Moaning around Mattheo's cock, you take more of him into your mouth as Theo increases his pace, hammering into your wet cunt as Mattheo pushes deeper into your throat.

Your jaw aches with the effort to accommodate Mattheo's girth, saliva pools at the corners of your mouth as you take him deep.

Theo slams into you harder, driven wild by the sight of you sucking Mattheo's cock. Sweat beads on his brow as he pounds you relentlessly, adding the occasional twist of his hips to grind against your clit.

"Such a dirty little slut you are for us, bella" Theo notes, causing your pussy to flutter

Your walls clutch tightly around Theo's cock, your orgasm building with each thrust.

"That's it, baby," Mattheo groans, his fingers tangling in your hair as he face-fucks you, “take every inch of that big cock."

"Mmm," you babble around Mattheo's cock, suction increasing as Theo's strokes become more aggressive. Your body tightens like a bowstring ready to snap, pleasure coiling in your belly.

You raise your eyes to Mattheo's, pleading silently. Theo slaps your ass, punctuating each of his words with a forceful thrust. "Cum. for. us., Bella," he demands.

You’re over the edge as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave.

Your climax triggers Theo's, his cock throbbing as he erupts deep inside you. The sound of Mattheo's ragged breaths fill the air as he grips your hair tighter. "Fuck yeah, baby. Cum all over his cock. That's it, that's a good girl," he praises before erupting down your throat in hot spurts.

As Theo pulls out, ropes of cum spill from your spasming hole, coating the sensitive folds of your pussy. Mattheo drags you upright, locking his mouth onto yours.

Mattheo kisses you ferociously, the salty tang of his cum still on your tongue mingling with Theo's musk lingering on your lips.

“I guess we’ll have to win all of our matches from now on, if it’ll lead to this,” Theo smirks.

“Okay, you’ve overstayed your welcome! Get out!” Mattheo yells as the three of you erupt into a fit of laughter.

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yasministration · 22 days ago

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wanna bet? m.list

ˋ°•*⁀➷ a mattheo riddle x potter!reader au

navigation // ꩜ smut, ❀ fluff, 𖤓 angsty/angry, 𖤐 funny

synopsis: when harry potter's sister moves from beauxbatons to hogwarts for her final year of wizarding school, she is immediately adopted into an unlikely friend group. ft. jily

✩ bet on it, parkinson? - when the group of slytherins spot harry potter with a girl they’ve never seen before, pansy decides to investigate, convinced you’re his sister. (𖤐)

✩ you're excused - pansy invites you to sit with her friend group on the train to hogwarts, an invite you immediately take, happy to make your friends instead of lingering around your brother's group. however, it isn't as simple as that with a brother as protective as harry potter. (𖤐❀)

✩ tie a tie - after six years of going to beauxbatons, you have never once had to wear a tie in your life, which brings you to an unfortunate situation on your first day at hogwarts. luckily, mattheo offers his help.

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deadghosy · 10 months ago

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✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇! ||𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎

Synopsis: Mattheo’s teeth are aching for something to bit into, maybe even tear into. And with you doing anything he wishes, he wishes you what’s on his mind. And that wish accidentally broke a secret he held for years.

Warning: not proofread, possessive behavior, biting kink?, clawing a little, suggestive.

MONSTOBER

Biting his nails, he couldn’t stop. He hated it, he hated this agitating feeling in his teeth. It was mostly his canines. After being bit in first year and not telling anyone. Not even his closest friend, you. His canines feel the need to bite into something. But he didn’t know what, he didn’t know who. But whatever it was, he needed to get it over with.

After class was over he moved quickly through the crowd. Every aching second, the aching in his lower canines and his top ones was begging to chomp. All he could think about was biting into some meat. Or anything else. Theodore seemed to spot a speeding riddle who literally ran over a small 3rd year. Theodore looked at you who was too busy on your phone, him noticing, took the phone from you.

“Hey. Your asshole just ran over a 3rd year….and have you noticed he’s been acting weird today?” You raised a brow at the Italian Slytherin . “He’s been acting weird? He was fine with me around..” Theodore rolled his eyes. “Yeah, of course he acts like he’s fine with you. He doesn’t want you to worry about him.” You frowned. Theodore gave you your phone back, but you put it in your book bag. “So…you’re basically trying to say for me to go confront him about his actions?” Theodore immediately facepalmed. “YES!” He yelled, making you scatter from him and run after Mattheo. Sadly though, Mattheo was faster and you lost trace of him. But you knew where he was.

Mattheo quickly entered his dorm, dropping his bag down and walking back and forth. He can’t, he can’t stand it. He feels like he’s going to lose his brain as his teeth ache more and more by the second, by the minute, by the— his thoughts are caught off by a knock. But there’s a certain scent behind the door. Mattheo’s felt his wolf howl and his eyes dilate at your smell. Mattheo starting biting his nails again. He couldn’t help it, maybe if he stayed quiet you would leave him alone. But you didn’t. Each knock didn’t help that he wanted to burst the door down and hug you. Mark you.

“Matty?” You say from behind the door. Mattheo almost immediately ran to the door before you opened it yourself. “Matt, you okay?” “No.” He blurted out quickly. Your brow’s narrowed at the nervous look of his. He looked like he was sweating, he looked like he was guilty of something. “Y/N. You know how you said you’d do anything for me…” you nodded slowly, closing his door as he approached you. You circled around him. Not knowing what the hell was wrong with him. With your back facing the bed and his back facing the door. There was definitely no escape. “I want to bite you..”

The silence in the room was deadly loudly. Your eyes widen as he tried to explain himself. “Listen! I know it sounds weird, but please. I got bit by a werewolf during first year. I was dumb and stupid.” He prowled towards you, making you try to move back before he gripped your shoulders in place. “I need..to bite something. My teeth. My teeth, are killing me. They are—” you sighed taking his hands off you. “I..I don’t know what to say. I mean…it’s unbelievable. But with how you are acting right as of now. I might as well let you.” You said, pulling your shirt down to show your shoulder. Mattheo felt his teeth ache more, he started to slowly graze his fingers on the smooth skin that is your shoulder. “You mean—” “Mattheo. Just do it before I change my mind.” You said firmly. Mattheo nodded. He leaned his face towards your shoulder and lost control.

He started to pathetically claw at your shirt as he bites down on your shoulder. You hiss but held his shoulders. You thought he would bite hard, but really it wasn’t that bad. Mattheo started clench his jaw, now that’s when it started to hurt. Your slight painful groans and hisses didn’t reach his ears as Mattheo kept moving his body forward. He moved forward, making you fall onto the bed with your back pressed against the mattress. Mattheo growled lowly against your skin, pulling one of your legs to his hip. Your hands quickly found way to his biceps.

Mattheo pulled his head back to see your shoulder. Mattheo’s eyes dilated at the sight of your shoulder imprinted with his bite mark. He felt his breath hitch as he now lifted your shirt and started to mark you more. With every aching bite you felt your cheeks heat up. Mattheo felt possessive, he felt like something was screaming to scar every single part of you.

He didn’t know why, but he loved it. And he can smell that you loved it too. As he finally reached to your neck, he paused before slowly biting it. Feeling your pulse in you neck made him slowly control himself and bite you. You gripped his shoulders. You gripped them hard as a slight moan left your lips. Mattheo’s jaw loosened, feeling his teeth stop to ache. He backs off your neck and looks at you. “I…I’m sorry..” mattheo says after taking full control of his senses. Even though Mattheo felt sorry, he didn’t feel fully sorry for what he really did as he found himself oddly happy that you were marked by him.

“It’s okay Matty…” you say with a small smile, you put your palm against the side of his face. Immediately Mattheo leaned into your touch. Closing his eyes and laying his body on you. “I’m sorry…” he says again, looking at the big bite on your shoulder. He reaches his hand over and rubs it. He then stops feeling you flinched which earns him a frown. “I’ll heal Matt.” “I know. But I won’t knowing I hurt you.” You kissed his forehead. He smiled before frowning and you frowned noticing it. You sat up with a hum, he looked up at you with those beautiful dark brown eyes. His eyelashes were memorizing.

“I love you…” you say, mattheo’s eyes dilated again. He rubs his head against your stomach. His wolf was happy to hear those words. Mattheo laid there against you happily with a small smile. “Say it again please…” he says softly. You chuckled starting to comb your fingers through his hair. “I love you….”

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nottswitch · 7 months ago

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— if you’ve been naughty, you get…

──────────────── 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩. ──

summary: quidditch is a sport that demands strength and stamina, resulting in physical exertion. exertion equals releasing disproportionate amounts of warmth, which, as it turns out, feels better shared.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

cw: 18+ smut, enemies to lovers, rough p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public sex, spanking, choking, degrading, hair grabbing, cursing

wc: 3.1k

a/n: the first fic of the naughty side of the list, so buckle up for the filth!! hope you enjoy <3

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The entirety of the Quidditch stadium roared as Harry Potter hovered proudly in the air, the Golden Snitch snug between his fingers. The ultimate rivalry between the houses never ceased to exist, be it on the school grounds or on the pitch, the students from other houses having chosen a side long ago and now discreetly passing galleons to each other in the stands. You craned your neck a bit, your loosely tied scarf sliding off as you watched the players descend onto the ground, the green and silver side clearly trying to get off the pitch as hastily as possible.

Mattheo was, for all intents and purposes, pissed. His nostrils were flared, his breath coming out short and ragged, the exertion from the long-winded game straining his aching muscles. His bat was clutched tightly in his hand, his knuckles almost translucent as he fought the urge to swing it at the annoyingly smug Gryffindors who seemed to be very purposeful with the loudness of their celebrations. A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth – the opportunity was too golden, no pun intended, to have a go at the guy, even though you knew that now, of all times, he wouldn’t dream of holding back. It was a constant push and pull between the two of you, a burning need to kick the other while they were down, and a loss of a very important game was a chance presenting itself on a silver platter.

"Hey, Riddle!"

The sound of your voice made Mattheo grit his teeth, the vibration echoing in his already ringing ears. His eyes briefly darted to you descending the stairs from the top of the stands, the look in them as close to murderous as it can possibly get.

"Don’t," he muttered, continuing to stride across the field, towards the tunnel, where the other players from the Slytherin team had already disappeared.

"Don’t what?"

Your voice was clearly taunting as you approached him, your arms crossing on your chest as you fixed him with a smirk. Unconsciously, your gaze slid down his body, taking in the sight of his Quidditch jersey clinging to him, damp with sweat and accentuating the ridges of his toned abs. You licked your lips, the action coming out of your subconsciousness that craved to feel those abs underneath your palms, although you had yet to admit it.

"Don’t fucking try me right now," Mattheo retorted without sparing you a glance. He was already more than a little aggravated, and the last thing he needed was your teasing and endless quips, combined with the effortless allure you always held despite being an insufferable little cunt. His uniform suddenly felt too tight, which prompted him to take off the green jersey, harshly tugging it over his head with one hand.

Your lips parted ever so slightly as you watched his torso opening up to you in all its firm, built glory. But the muscles weren’t the first thing that you noticed – as much as the view was enticing, it was also not completely new. No, the thing that made your breath hitch was the fact that he was literally steaming, as if he had just left a sauna. Translucent whirls were emanating from his heated body, his skin breaking out in goosebumps in the chilly December air. Mattheo didn’t even shiver, throwing the piece of clothing over his shoulder and flicking the bat from one hand to the other. His pace was firm and purposeful, leaving no doubts about his intentions to leave the Quidditch pitch as quickly as possible.

You had entirely different plans for him, though.

Without thinking much, you followed him into the tunnel leading out of the stadium, barely able to match his long steps.

“Or what?” you called out defiantly, finally reaching him at the price of your breath getting shallow and your heart beating faster than normal. You weren’t one hundred percent sure it was just the effect of walking quickly.

Mattheo stopped in his tracks, nearly making you stumble into his broad back. His eyes closed shut for a moment, his chest heaving as he took a deep breath, feeling his already nonexistent control slipping away with every single sound of yours he heard behind him.

“You will regret it,” he muttered through gritted teeth, not making a move to turn around to look at you – he knew that if he did, he could say goodbye to any traces of restraint still left in him.

“Oh, really?”

You knew you were walking a dangerous line by taunting him like that, but at this point, you couldn’t stop. Was it a sudden surge of bravery, was it recklessness or something else, deeper and yet uncharted, you couldn’t tell. You just knew that if you stopped right now – that was what you’d regret for a long, long time, possibly for the rest of your life. You stepped closer, your chest almost pressing against his back, feeling his muscles tense as your proximity registered in his mind and sent signals through his whole body.

That step was all it took for him to finally snap. In a split second, his hand was wrapped around your throat, pressing you against the wall of the tunnel. A strangled gasp escaped your parted lips, your pulse fluttering wildly as his fingers pressed right on the point, curling around your neck as if he was ready to snap it in half. He probably could, if he wanted to.

“Say another word and find out,” Mattheo hissed, the warm air of his breath brushing against your flushed face. His already dark chocolate eyes darkened further – you swore you could see his pupils dilating in real time, the dimness inside the tunnel failing to hide the mixture of anger and lust swirling in their depths.

“I’m not scared of you,” you whispered, your voice quiet but filled with a strange type of determination. Whatever was happening was something completely new in your dynamic, yet it felt like it had been building up the whole time you spent bickering and trying to get to each other using the power of biting words.

Mattheo’s hold grew tighter around your throat, almost cutting off the stream of much needed air flowing into your lungs.

“You should be.”

A loud thud echoed through the tunnel as his bat hit the floor, thrown away and immediately forgotten about. His newly freed hand gripped your waist, pressing you harder into the wall, the coldness of the surface seeping through the fabric of your winter robes. Mattheo’s body was flush against your front, creating a sharp contrast between the chill of the air surrounding you and his fired up skin, dampening your shirt with small rivulets of sweat dripping off him.

You swallowed thickly, unable to tear your gaze off his face, his dangerously handsome features tense and barely moving. You had no idea what to do with your hands, so they ended up on his bare chest without any real input from your mind, which, you could tell, was slowly turning off anyway. A hiss coming from him once your skin touched his was a surprise, but you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy his reaction. For some reason, you found yourself bold enough to try exploring this newfound knowledge, sliding your hand down his chest, along the firm planes and ridges. Two things happened at the same time: Mattheo’s fingers dug deeper into the sides of your throat, causing a strangled sound to escape your lips, while his other hand left your waist to grab your traveling wrist.

“You have no fucking idea what you’re doing right now,” Mattheo muttered, and you swore you could hear his teeth grinding against each other. “I’ll show you, though. I’ll fucking show you.”

Next thing you knew, you were lifted off the ground, stuck in the iron bars of his embrace. The instinct in you that still tried to persuade you that this whole thing was wrong made your dangling feet try to hit Mattheo’s knee. This weak attempt at defiance was quickly stopped by his arm moving down and tightly locking around your thighs, stopping your legs from moving altogether.

“Asshole.” You did hear the treacherous breathlessness of your voice, but also didn’t have it in you to care. The heat between your legs was rapidly intensifying, the friction created by your pressed up thighs only making you more desperate for something real, something substantial to quench your undeniable thirst.

A dark smirk appeared on Mattheo’s face, the one that did nothing to soften his expression – it only made him look more like the devil he appeared to be. A second later, his foot was pushing a door you didn’t even know was there, doing the same from the other side once he walked into a dark room that smelled like wood and broom polish. You didn’t have time to think or formulate a snarky response to his actions before you were getting turned around and bent over, Mattheo’s hand pressing insistently on the back of your neck. You barely had time to stabilize yourself against the cold wooden bench that stood at the wall, your scarf sliding off completely and falling to the floor.

“What the fuck?!” you exclaimed, although it was more of a formality, since you made no actual attempt to get up from the new position. Mattheo, of course, took notice of that, his smirk widening a bit.

“This the only thing you can think of?” His voice was cold and mocking at the same time, not failing to send a shiver down your spine – it was huskier than usual, an undertone of desire obvious even to untrained ears. Mattheo effortlessly lifted up the hem of your robes, the rumpled fabric of your skirt splayed across your ass in a way he found sinful. “Where’s the smartass attitude, hm?”

A sharp smack landed on your ass, stinging even through several layers of clothing. Your body jolted forward, a yelp breaking out of your throat both at the unexpectedness of it and a wave of pleasure the smack sent straight between your legs. Mattheo found himself enjoying your reaction, his hand coming up to rest on your hip, fingers curling and pressing into the flesh.

“Fuck y-,” you started to mutter, glancing at him over your shoulder, but another smack shut you up pretty quickly. You could feel the sting, only intensified when his strong hand grabbed a handful of your ass, roughly kneading and squeezing.

“Much better from this angle,” Mattheo murmured, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek as his eyes shamelessly roamed your body up and down. His free hand slid up your back, pushing you to lean further down against the bench until he reached your hair. His fingers threaded through your locks in an almost tender gesture, one so uncharacteristic of Mattheo Riddle, before he yanked your head back, making you hiss from the harshness of the pull.

The warmth of his body enveloped you whole as Mattheo bent over, his flaming chest covering the entirety of your back. A fleeting thought flickered in your mind, that even the warmest robes couldn’t hold a candle to the human heater that was Mattheo after a Quidditch game. As his mouth neared your ear, his hand never stilled on your ass, lifting your skirt up to bunch up at your waist and running over the fabric of your tights.

“Really?” he asked, mockingly, making you want to strangle him and kiss the hell out of him at the same time. Your lips parted when you felt his sneaky fingers pressing between your legs, causing your thighs to clench. “D’you know I can feel you getting wet?” he cooed, brushing his lips against your ear, you were sure, very deliberately. You closed your eyes, unwanted embarrassment making its way to your cheeks, and you just knew the bastard was smirking again. You couldn’t control your body’s reaction to him, though, and your wetness seeping through your tights fully gave you away.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I thought your smartass mouth could handle better than that.”

Mattheo gave your hair another tug before his hand slipped down, curling around your throat again. His grip was tight, not allowing even a single millimeter of movement, a strangled gasp escaping you once you felt his hips pressing to your ass from the back. His hard-on was firmly planted between your cheeks, straining against his Quidditch trousers, as if he was trying to break through the layers of your clothing.

“But when I’m next to you,” Mattheo continued murmuring into your ear, a malicious smirk giving his words a dangerous hint, “you’re just a bitch in heat.”

“Fuck. You.”

You somehow managed to find words, the ones you couldn’t bring yourself to say before. Mattheo chuckled darkly, feeling your pulse fluttering wildly beneath his thumb – you really weren’t the best in hiding your deepest emotions, though your face still tried to keep its defiant stance.

“That’s the plan,” he answered, as his fingers moved against your covered pussy, the sound of it, though muffled, still embarrassingly wet. Once his torturous movements stopped, you nearly whined, biting your bottom lip in order to save yourself from further humiliation. Your teeth sunken into your lip didn’t go unnoticed – Mattheo licked his own, his hand on your throat lifting you up just a bit, his body heat a fire burning your back.

“Didn’t know having you speechless would be so…” Another smack on your ass interrupted his words, a squeal caused by the mixture of pain and pleasure sounding through the dark room. “…so fucking hot.”

You gained the courage to push your hips back, a satisfied hum rolling out of your mouth as you felt his cock twitch at the friction.

“So damn impatient,” Mattheo whispered into your ear. His own hips bucked forward, forcefully, enough to make your body jerk again. “But you’re lucky, because…”

He suddenly straightened up, roughly pulling down your tights and baring your skin to the chilly air. It was already stinging from the previous slaps, the sensation now stronger as the frost of early winter bit at the sensitive flesh.

“…me too.”

You didn’t notice the moment Mattheo’s trousers pooled at his feet, but they definitely did, along with his boxers. You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head when his warm, slicked up cock slid through your folds, making you feel every inch of him, providing the friction you desperately craved. Your entrance clenched, as if trying to suck him in but failing. His tip prodded at your hole, your whole body backing against him in an attempt to finally let him inside.

You didn’t have to wait – a single deep thrust, and he was splitting you open in the best, most mind blowing way possible. Your high-pitched moan was so loud it could be easily heard outside, but you didn’t care – you couldn’t care. Mattheo’s groan matched up in volume, his hands gripping your hips with brushing strength.

“If I knew you’d be so fucking tight…”

He pulled out only to thrust right back in, making you moan so loudly you could feel the air shake around you.

“…I’d shut you up like that every. Single. Time.”

Each word was accompanied by another thrust, each one deeper than the last, even though it was physically impossible – at least you felt like he discovered new depths within you every time. The squelching sounds of your pussy roughly meeting his dick echoed through the narrow space you were squished into, the slapping of your bodies surely making its way into the tunnel behind the door. It was something you’d never felt before – the passion, the lust filling your very essence, consuming and turning your brain into mush.

Mattheo’s palm connected with your asscheek again, making it bounce and ripple. Immediately after, he squeezed the round mound, and you hissed, another sting shooting through your body. His pace was unforgiving, but you didn’t want to be forgiven – if that was punishment, you’d rather be guilty for life. The stretch of your walls around his cock felt like it was tearing you apart and gathering you back in one piece right after, and at that moment you were sure that no one else could fuck you like that.

His hand ended up in your hair again as he tugged you up, making your back press against his chest again. Somehow, it was still just as hot as before, causing you to break out in sweat from the exertion and his body heat seeping through your skin and bones. If the room had windows, they would certainly be fogged up. However, the only foggy thing was your mind, getting more and more dazed as your peak approached.

“You wanna cum, huh?” Mattheo growled, his laboured breath prickling at the sensitive skin of your neck. “Wanna cum on my cock, like the slut you are?”

As much as you hated yourself for admitting that, cumming around him was the only thing swirling in your head. You tried to nod, but his grip on your hair didn’t allow it.

“Words,” he muttered, his teeth clenching as he tried to hold his own orgasm back, determined to make you fall apart first. “The only time I want you to use your fucking words.”

“I wanna– Fuck! Wanna cum on your cock,” you managed to mumble, your cheeks heating up at the fact that you had just given in, had given him control over the pleasure you yearned for.

“Do it, then.”

With another rough slap on your ass, you came, wave after wave making your body tremble and shake. Mattheo was quick to finish right after, his growl bordering on animalistic as he spilled deep inside of you. The warmth of his cum felt like it was etched into your very soul, hot and sticky, your clenching hole squeezing some out to trickle down your thighs. Mattheo could get hard all over again just from the sight alone, but he resisted, pulling your skirt down to cover the delicious view.

For a few moments, you could only try catching your breath, leaning on the bench still somehow holding up in front of you.

“Next time you lose, you know where to find me.” Your voice was shaking, yet already filled with the cockiness of knowing that you, in some way, made Mattheo Riddle lose control.

“Next time I win, you won’t be able to walk for days,” he retorted, his tone bearing something akin to a threat. Or a promise.

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eternalbuckley · 2 months ago

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mattheo being an annoying, teasing asshole — rockstar!au

warnings: mdni 18+, fem!/afab!reader, spanking, teasing, mirror sex, hair pulling, cowgirl and doggy style, praise kink, breeding kink, p in v — if I forgot something, please let me know!

"god, you were so fuckin' hot on stage tonight, pretty girl," mattheo groaned hoarsely into your ear as he pounded into you while you were on top of him. you were gripping down on his shoulders, leaving marks with your fingernails in his skin as he praised you. "was thinking about getting to fuck you senseless while i watched you perform," he kissed your neck and sucked on your skin a few times to leave a few marks on your skin.

he noticed that you were close and right before you were about to come, he pulled out of you and quickly changed your positions. your moans grew louder as mattheo immediately started to pound into you again as soon as you were on your knees and hands. he increased his pace as he fucked into you from behind and watched the reflection of your face in the mirror. his grip on your hips tightened with each moan of you as his thrusts became harder. mattheo watched your ass jiggle with each time your ass and his hips met. the skin clapping and wet noises as his cock slid in and out of your pussy made him even more eager to come deep inside of you, painting your walls with it. he wanted to watch his cum drip out of you — he loved that sight of you. he loved that he was the only person who could get you to such a feeling.

"fuck, baby," your breath hitched as you felt his palm connecting with your ass a few times with esch thrust. you were sure you‘d see the marks of his palm tomorrow morning. "don‘t fucking stop i‘m-"

he leaned down to you, "i know, baby, i can feel it. jus' wait a little more, alright?" he whispered into your ear and watched you nod lightly. but a quiet, annoyed whine left your lips as he slowed down for a moment. "patience, pretty girl. patience is what you need, huh?" he teased.

you rolled your eyes as you looked up into the mirror and noticed his shit eating grin. you hated how easily he could get you on the edge sometimes. "fuck y—" a loud moan left your lips as he suddenly hardly thrusted into you. "you wanna finish tonight or not, baby?" he asked with a smirk — he knew what you were trying to do but he also knew how to handle you.

"i hate you."

he chuckled and pulled you up towards his chest by your hair, the new position making you feel more desperate to come. "if you hate me that much, why are you letting me fuck you stupid almost every night, pretty girl, hm?" he continued to slowly thrust into you, not yet giving you what you desperately wanted. he wanted you to say it out loud

you groaned annoyingly — you wouldn‘t beg for it that easily, even if you needed to come. you wouldn’t beg. it would be a long night for both of you.

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blackthunder137 · 2 months ago

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⋆.˚✮˚.⋆imagine mattheo eating you out after starving for far too long - smut

it was a long night. especially for mattheo. because ever since he saw you in that damn dress. all he could think about was how to get you alone and fuck the brains out of you. but you had this huge fundraiser to attend that destroyed his plans. nonetheless, all throughout the event, he could barely keep his hands to himself. every now and then, he'd touch your thigh, or subtly, kiss the side of your neck. small touches that conveyed how much he wanted you. or maybe how obsessed he was with you. so the second the event got over and you guys were back home, he was anything but patient with you. the second the door to your penthouse closed, he was on you. his teeth clashing, his tongue deep inside your mouth as he whispered, "fuck baby, i fucking need you," And later he would practically rip the dress out of your body saying, "this needs to come out," while his gaze would take you in. hungry and dangerous. he's panting and so fucking worked up by just looking at you. it's really a wonder that he restrains himself from just pouncing on you. he doesn't waste a single second and pushes you against the dining table. in almost seconds you're spread out baring your sweet, delicious pussy to his hungry gaze. he sinks down to his knees and grabs your thighs, kissing and biting his way to the place where you're already soaking wet for him. he licks your pussy just once and your hips buck. soon he's coaxing moans and whimpers out of you as he eats you out. his tongue deep inside you and his thumb circling your clit. the combination driving you crazy and leaving you on edge, wanting and needing for more. he murmurs things like, "so fucking sweet," "such a needy slut," "you taste so good, baby," "just like that. ride my face while i eat you out," and he wouldn't leave you even after you come. he just wants to make you feel that intense pleasure that leaves you gasping and trembling. to top it all off, one of his hands moves up to cup your aching breasts, kneading and groaning against your pussy whenever he pinched your nipples and you replied with a needy whine. he wouldn't stop until you're limp and dazed. only then maybe would he lift his head up and look at you. his eyes hooded, and his mouth glossy. he'd get up, plant a soft kiss to your forehead and whisper a hoarse, "good girl," before fucking you right against the dining table.

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rafesslxt · 3 months ago

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⋆˚࿔ reading 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

summary: mattheo finally get‘s to see what you‘re really reading

warnings: fluff, mention of smut in books, cursing, kinda dirty talk, little grinding against each other, reader making fun of mattheo at the end

words: 691

notes: love reading dark romance so that‘s where i got the inspo from 🫠 english is not my first language

Mattheo had always thought you were the smartest girl on the planet. Always studying, writing good notes even If you didn‘t.. your nose was always in a book with those dark mysterious covers.

When he asked you what they were about, you always answred something like oh just a silly romance or oh just some thriller stuff, with a blush on your cheeks which he had thought came from thinking he might find it corny that you read such things.

That‘s when your birthday was close and Mattheo wanted to buy you the biggest book boquet you had ever seen. He looked for someone who also lived in the muggle world like you and your family did to get you some of them. He just had to figure out what you were reading exactly and what you already had in your gigantic bookshelf.

So imagine his wide eyes and dropping jaw, when he opened one of your books and read right into it, landing on a page he almost wanted to get a priest for.

"Oh hey Matty, what are you – oh my god put them down!" you screamed at him in shock when you realised what he was doing. "Why the hell are you reading literal porn?" he gasped, taking his eyes away from the book, meeting yours.

"It‘s not porn! It‘s a romance, dark romance.", your corrected yourself. His eyes went back to the pages in front of him and he started to read something off of it. "His fingers toyed with my already dripping pussy –" "Mattheo!" you gasped and ran towards him, slapping a hand over his mouth so he couldn‘t continue reading.

Your boyfriend pushed up his eyesbrows, looking at you with a expression that was supposed to look like as If he had just proved a point. You took your hand away, his mouth opened instantly, "Wow here I am thinking my girlfriend is so smart for reading all of these books.." he gestured towards your full bookshelf, "and here she is just reading two people fucking over pages the whole damn time."

You rolled your eyes and walked towards your bed, dropping your bag down next to it and letting yourself fall onto your soft bedsheets. Mattheo continued to look through the pages, his face changing between shock, confusion and being surprised.

He put the book away and walked towards you, climbing on top of you. "Do you want to try some things from your books? Is it that why you read them? Because you want them too?" He smirked arrogant and just as you wanted to fire back a comment, he grabbed your wrists with one of his big hands, the other one on your hip and turned you onto your stomach with one swift motion.

He grabbed you unter your stomach and pushed your ass up, your back arching almost automatically. His hips grinding slowly and teasingly against your ass, slowly pushing your skirt up.

A gasp left your lips. "Mattheo!" "Be honest.. you just wanted someone to fuck you like they do in the books right? I always had thought that you were satisfied enough from all of the fucking we do."

You pushed your ass more against his scrotch, making him groan in a primal tone, feeling the heat rising in his stomach. "I am!"

He leaned down over your shoulder and whispered into your ear, voice dark and controlled. "I‘m gonna pick out one book per day now and you‘ll tell me what you wanna recreate from it. We‘re gonna do this until you need new books."

You bit your bottom lip and slowly nodded, knowing there was no use to tell him no. "So.. tell me what‘s first baby."

You had to tease him at least a little bit so you thought about the books you had and let out a quiet giggle before telling him. "They‘re fucking with his best friend.."

You looked over your shoulder and started laughing loudly when Mattheo looked at you as If you had three heads and were the devil itself. "Fuck no."

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lushleona · 3 months ago

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dry humping mattheo thats it. thats all i want to say

yes. that’s all i want to say.

actually no, i lied, i have more to say.

i think dry humping is one of his favorite things to do. or actually, not even one of; it is his favorite thing to do (other than literally fuck you, of course). in my head, mattheo riddle is a lover of nasty, disgusting, messy sex, especially with a girl he loves. something about the fact that you both couldn’t care less about the grossness of it all serves to show how in love you are, how the little things don’t bother you—you’re just desperate to touch each other, make each other feel good.

and that is why he’s a complete sucker for dry humping. when it starts off as a little kiss and then turns into something so needy and desperate that you’re too impatient to take off your clothes, just rutting against each other like fucking animals in heat. he thinks the feeling of you sensually grinding all over his covered boner while his hands are squeezing your ass, guiding you, is the sexiest thing ever, his own hips moving up against you. even better if you’re naked and he isn’t. your wetness being rubbed against the rough denim of his jeans makes his brain go fuzzy tbh—he does not give a fuck about keeping his clothes clean, make them dirty with your cum and he will go insane. could honestly go on and on about his love for messy sex but i’ll shut up now 💔

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nottsangel · 4 months ago

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blood moon — t.n. & m.r. part 2

pairing: dark!theo nott x reader x dark!mattheo riddle.

warnings: smut 18+, dubcon, violence, blood/bloodplay, knifeplay (carving into skin, cutting off clothes), threesome, painal, double penetration (vaginal and anal sex), stockholm syndrome, cigarette play and branding, mask kink, hair pulling, face slapping, degradation, spanking, threats of murder, creampie. do NOT read if any of these topics are triggering for you.

word count: 4.5k. THIS IS A REUPLOAD

summary: purge night— a night you’ve feared all year despite coming from a rich and powerful family. but when six masked men show up at your door, are you really as safe as you thought?

PART 1. the purge au… moodboard . more

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Even muffled by the mask, you instantly recognised the voice. Mattheo. The same Mattheo you’d heard downstairs earlier— the same Mattheo you did not want to find you. Not after the way he’d been yelling that you were going to die.

“You fucking pervert.” He chuckled, striding into the room with an air of confidence and carelessness. He swung the baseball bat over his shoulder, dark red blood splattering across your once-pristine white walls. His gaze flickered between you, still on your knees, and Theo— who stood frozen, his cock still out.

“You’re in so much fucking trouble, you know that?” Mattheo drawled, amusement dripping from his tone. He was already fantasizing about telling Tom exactly what was playing out before him, you could tell. And so could Theo, his eyes narrowing behind the mask.

“You better shut the fuck up before I slit your throat right here and now.” Theo’s voice was threatening and fierce, the tight grip on the knife turning his knuckles white as he glared at his friend.

“Relax, tough guy.” Mattheo’s brown eyes flickered towards you, darkening with something unreadable— something that made your stomach churn. “You want me to keep my mouth shut?” A pause. His tongue swiped across his lips.

“Then let me join. We’ll use this slut before we gut her like a fucking fish.” Theo scoffed, shaking his masked head in disbelief while Mattheo leaned lazily against the wall, his bat resting beside him, arms crossed as he waited for an answer.

For a quick second, your eyes were drawn to Mattheo’s arms which were covered in platters of blood, flexing slightly as he folded them, revealing his toned muscles. But your gaze was instantly captivated by his eyes— so soft-looking, such a gentle shade of brown, yet something maniacal lurked within them, making you deeply uneasy.

Between the two of them, Mattheo was clearly the deranged one out of the two, while Theo seemed more composed, more calculated. And with that knowledge, you stayed perfectly still, not daring to move an inch, not wanting to attract any unnecessary attention as you listened to them bicker. It was almost as if they’d forgotten you were even there.

“Let you… join? Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Theo muttered irritably, taking a moment to think before stepping closer to Mattheo, knife pointed right at his throat. “Fine. But let me make one thing fucking clear. We’re letting her live. Capito?”

Mattheo groaned dramatically. “Oh, Jesus Christ. Theodore Nott found the love of his life on purge night, ladies and gentlemen!” He gestured wildly, as if speaking to an invisible audience.

Theo’s jaw clenched. “You fucking idiot. Now she knows my full name.” His voice was dangerously low, his face mere inches from Mattheo’s. Their dynamic was strange— one you couldn’t quite place. They seemed like close friends, yet also like they could kill each other at any moment.

Mattheo rolled his eyes. “Oh, please— Here! I’ll take off my mask.” Before Theo could stop him, Mattheo reached up and pulled it off in one swift motion.

Oh.

He was unexpectedly handsome— his dark locks were tousled from the mask, his stunning features complementing the deep brown eyes that had already been exposed to you earlier.

“My name is Mattheo Riddle, I went to Cresthaven high school… what else, uhhh… Oh! I had a really cute cat named Whiskers, which disappeared one day—“”

“Idiota del cazzo, shut the fuck up!” Theo snapped, his voice laced with exasperation. You could see the sheer panic in his blue eyes, but Mattheo— he relished riling Theo up like this, his pretty eyes glinting with amusement as he glared at him.

“You’re such a pussy, man. Calm down”

“Yeah… that’s what I said.” You softly murmured under your breath from across the room, still on your knees— but they didn’t even acknowledge you. Theo’s fiery gaze was locked onto Mattheo, while Mattheo’s mischievous one was equally fixated on Theo’s.

This was your chance. Now or never.

Carefully, you shifted onto all fours, keeping your gaze trained on the two bickering men as you slowly crawled towards the open door, inch by inch. It was risky—you were on the far side of the room next to the bed, meaning you had to slip past them—but it wasn’t impossible.

“Can you put away your, you know, weapon? Feels threatening.” Mattheo then said, causing Theo to narrow his eyes in pure confusion. Your heart pounded as you hyper-focused on every tiny movement, making sure they didn’t notice you. You could practically taste freedom.

“Che cosa? I’m not even holding a—” He began, his eyes shifting to the bloody knife laying on the carpet, staining the white fabric red, before his gaze flicked downward— landing on his half-hard erection. “Oh.” He scoffed in disbelief.

“Yeah, well, can you like, I don't know, point it the other way?”

“You’re a fucking dramaqueen.”

“Listen, I’d rather take a bullet right now than be covered in your cum!”

“You think I’m gonna cum while looking at that ugly face of yours? Please. You’ve got nothing to worry about ‘cause you’re making it soft already."

“That’s only because—”

Perfect. Fucking perfect.

They were so wrapped up in their argument, it gave you the perfect opportunity to sneak away. And fuck—you were so close. You could nearly hear the bloodcurdling, agonised screams echoing from outside the still-open front door. You could almost smell the fresh blood of the poor souls being slaughtered in the streets. That’s how close you—

“Oh, would you look at that? Your pet is running away.” Mattheo’s dry tone sent a chill down your spine, the euphoria you’d felt mere seconds ago instantly shattering.

Theo hastily pulled on his boxers before storming towards you and yanking your head by gripping a fistful of your hair, causing you to let out a sharp scream. You could feel the warm trickle of blood running down your skin again, as he carelessly reopened the wound on your neck.

“Did I say you could leave? Huh? Quit being a fucking brat if you want to stay alive.”

“You’re too fucking nice to her, you pussy.” Mattheo growled from across the room before approaching you as well. You swallowed hard, unsure what he meant by it before he quickly picked you from the floor by effortlessly swinging your body over his broad shoulder. He walked towards the bed and aggressively threw you on it, your body bouncing from the impact.

Mattheo’s hand inched closer to you before his firm palm harshly met the skin of your soft cheek, making your face whip to the side. Tears pricked your waterline from the dazzling stinging sensation, and you were dumbfounded— not necessarily by Mattheo slapping your face, but by how much it turned you on.

“That will shut her up.” Mattheo murmured, his self-satisfied grin evident. Theo’s jaw clenched as he glared at him, disapproval written all over his face before he glanced back at you, his eyes softening slightly through the mask.

It was an intimidating sight— both men staring down at you, their towering, intimidating frames looming over you, with darkened, piercing eyes fully fixated on you and you only. Your panties were soaked by now, but still, you desperately tried to hide it.

Mattheo noticed the way your stare lingered a little longer on Theo— specifically on his face... or rather, his mask. Making you gasp at the sudden movement, Mattheo reached for his own mask, which he had tossed aside earlier, and swiftly placed it back over his head again as he marched towards you. He bent down, tilting his masked head slightly as you could hear the slow, muffled breaths against the material, adding to the chilling scene.

“Does Miss have a little mask kink?” he growled, his voice low and taunting. You gulped, but kept a poker face, not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction, though your cheeks heated at his words. He was right, after all.

You narrowed your eyes at him, the fire in your gaze surprising him for a moment. It was a stark contrast to the fearful expression he was used to seeing in his countless victims. But he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

“You’re a little slow sometimes, aren’t you?” you taunted, daring to raise an eyebrow. But even as the words left your lips, a tiny bit of fear still bubbled up inside you. The mischievous grin on Mattheo’s face only grew wider, his piercing eyes staring down at your swollen lips.

It was difficult for Mattheo to pinpoint exactly what it was, but there was something about you that pulled him in. Something that intrigued him. Something that made him want to keep you forever.

“You’re something else, you know that?” Mattheo said in a hushed tone, his voice muffled by the mask, an alluring gaze in his eyes. He swiftly seized the blood-soaked knife from the floor and inched it closer to your stomach, exposed by your lifted shirt, causing you to inhale sharply, your eyes flickering with fear.

You expected to feel the sharp blade dig into your flesh again, but instead, he swiftly slid the weapon under your tight clothes and cut them open in one quick movement. You yelped at the sudden motion, your shirt ripping open, exposing your red lace bra.

“Jesus, calm down. I’m not even hurting you.” Hearing the derision in his voice, you realized you were holding your breath. You let out a shaky exhale of relief— until you heard his chilling voice again, “Yet.”

Theo still loomed over you in front of the bed, his sharp eyes closely observing the scene. He seemed mesmerised, watching Mattheo cut off each article of clothing from your shivering body. You felt more and more exposed with each passing moment as goosebumps covered your bare figure, now only clothed in your underwear and bra.

Theo drew closer, the sound of his heavy footsteps and your pounding heart the only noise in the room, his tall figure casting a dark, intimidating shadow right over you. He took the knife from Mattheo, eager to finish the job, and slid the blade under your bra while leaning over you. You locked eyes with him, and he was so close that all you could see in front of you was the bloodstained, white mask and his captivating blue eyes.

A gasp slipped from your lips as he sliced your bra, his fierce gaze not leaving yours once. Strangely, you couldn’t break eye contact either, as though some invisible force was pulling you in, drowning you in the depth of his stunning ocean eyes.

After tossing your bra to the floor, he dragged the knife over your delicate skin, the blade leaving superficial marks in its wake, down to your dripping cunt. You cursed yourself for not pushing him away and seizing the knife, but you couldn’t— in fact, you were craving more. And he knew that. He didn’t need to hear the words when your sparkling eyes told him everything.

Growing impatient, he quickly snapped the straps of your lace thong, the sharp blade so dangerously close to your most intimate spot. Still, you only felt yourself grow more aroused because of it, and the shame and anger towards yourself gradually faded, as lust, yearning and desperation overtook all other senses.

For the first time, Theo slowly broke eye contact, his hungry eyes scanning every inch of your fully naked figure— every mole, every imperfection, every detail that made it yours. He couldn’t seem to look away, his pupils dilating and his pants growing tighter at the breathtaking sight. Slowly, he inched closer, and you could smell that delicious, musky cologne again, calming you down instantly.

“Like I said, such a pretty little thing.” he whispered, and you felt your cheeks heat up, your core throbbing with how badly you craved to feel something. “You’re all ours tonight. We’re gonna fucking ruin you.”

Before you could question his statement, he pulled you towards him by your hips and swiftly flipped you over, eliciting a shriek out of you as your body bounced on the mattress. He propped your hips up, leaving you ass up, face down in front of them. Embarrassment washed over you, being in such a vulnerable position in front of two men, and you could feel your arousal trickling down your thighs, only making you feel more humiliated.

“She’s dripping, mate. Fuckin’ pathetic.” Mattheo remarked, a condescending chuckle escaping his lips as Theo handed him the knife.

“‘Course she is. Have you seen the way she’s been looking at us?” Theo replied, watching Mattheo move closer to you. Your whole body tensed as you felt the blade running over your exposed skin once again. You didn’t need to see Mattheo to know he was smirking at the sight of you trembling in a mix of fear and arousal.

“Don’t got much to say now, huh?” He taunted, dragging the knife down your bare back to your ass, the cold metal and sharp edges making you shiver.

“Fuck you.” You spat back at him, but even as the words left your mouth, you felt yourself unable to fight back. You were terrified, yes— but that wasn’t why.

“There she is.” Mattheo said, his tone pleased, before harshly slapping your ass and leaving a stinging mark on your sensitive skin, making you jolt forward.

Immediately after, you felt the icy knife dig into your flesh, deeper and deeper, until your warm blood trickled from the open wounds, making you hiss at the sharp pain. Slowly, you felt the letters M and R being carved into your ass on one side before Mattheo handed the knife to Theo.

Theo did the same to the still unmarked skin, but this time you felt the letters T and N being cut deeply into your delicate flesh, making you grip the sheets from the sting. Mattheo leaned down and eagerly licked up your blood from the wound, and you inhaled a sharp breath at the feeling of his tongue lapping at the deep cuts.

Theo abruptly gripped a handful of your hair and yanked your head back, holding the blood-dripping knife close to your face. “Clean it up.” he instructed, and you complied, your tongue gliding carefully over the sharp metal as the bitter, metallic taste of your own fresh blood filled your senses.

“Atta girl.” he grunted in approval, as he dragged you off the bed and onto your feet by your hair, making you yelp at the pull. Theo now stood in front of you, and Mattheo behind, your lips set in a grim line at being so close to both men, feeling their burning gaze through the masks, on you and you only.

Theo lowered his boxers again, his cock still painfully hard, the tip pink and swollen, leaking with precum. His gaze lingered on you, devouring your form with hungry eyes, as his hand moved to your head, gently cupping your flushed face.

For the first time on purge night, something stirred inside him— a warmth, a tingle that gnawed at his chest. It was unfamiliar, unsettling. He had never felt anything like this before. In the past, the screams and pleas of his victims were nothing but background noise, just another part of the night. But with you... it was different. The faces of those he’d slaughtered had always blurred together, reduced to mere objects. But he saw you as a person, a human being— and it terrified him.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” Theo groaned, his voice rough with desire as he abruptly gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you, your cunt hovering over his leaking erection. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his muscular torso, and he effortlessly held you up, his biceps flexing, his fingers digging into your flesh.

That feeling— it was back again. That disgusting, hollow sensation. You thought you had pushed it away, but how could you, when you’re about to have sex with a fucking murderer? Theo noticed the slight tension in your body, your brow furrowing as you nibbled on your bottom lip.

“I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

Your pulse raced, the blood-curdling screams outside the house, combined with being sandwiched between two masked killers, making you feel… unsettled. Yet Theo’s deep voice, laced with his thick Italian accent, was enough to pull you in, distracting you from the terror.

You wiggled your hips, your pussy aching with need, craving him. The head of his cock nudged against your wet entrance, making your body shudder in anticipation.

“Tsk, so impatient,” he taunted, his voice laced with amusement, but there was an edge to it. Before you could reply, he pushed you down fully onto him, filling you completely, stretching you in a way that made you hiss. His breath was uneven in your ear as he murmured, “You feel so good, bella. So damn tight.”

Behind you, you heard Mattheo free his erection from his pants, the tip brushing against you. “Not even waiting for me, huh? I see how it is.”

The sudden pressure of Mattheo’s cock pushing into your ass made you gasp, your sharp nails digging into Theo’s arms as the sharp, stinging pain hit you. Tears welled up in your eyes as Mattheo, unrelenting, spread your cheeks and pushed in deeper.

He didn’t give a fuck that he was hurting you— in fact, it turned his sick brain on even more. He was only after his own pleasure, using you like a toy to get what he wanted.

“It— It hurts!” you cried out, the sensation of being filled by both men stretching you beyond what you could handle, making you bite down hard on your lip until you drew blood from the thin skin, but it also fueled an unfamiliar hunger within you. You wanted to fight, to push Mattheo away, to scream for him to stop— but the combination of the sharp pain and the overwhelming pleasure made it almost impossible to resist. It was intoxicating.

“Shut up and fuckin’ take it,” Mattheo growled, thrusting in with brutal force. “This night could’ve been a lot worse.”

Through your blurred vision, you locked eyes with Theo, and for some reason, that gave you a sense of grounding. You had met Theo right before Mattheo barged in, but with Mattheo there, Theo felt like your safe space, as if you had known him for years.

“Fuuuck, you feel— god, you feel so good, baby.” Mattheo muttered, setting a brutal rhythm. You squeezed him so tightly, he couldn’t hold back. Even though it hurt, the mixture of pain and pleasure made you even more wet, arousal leaking all over Theo’s cock.

But then, a sharp chill ran through you as you felt the cold blade pressed against your throat.

“One wrong move, and it’s over.” Mattheo grunted into your ear, once again relishing the fear it stirred in you, pushing him closer to the edge. His cock pushed deeper in and out of you, rubbing against Theo’s, separated only by the thin wall of your flesh.

Theo kept a close watch on your facial expressions and body language, alert and ready to intervene if Mattheo went too far. He didn’t know why he felt protective over you, but he did, and he felt himself relax as more pleasure than pain radiated from you.

Theo began thrusting into you as well, his pace significantly slower than Mattheo’s, who was nearing his release. Mattheo’s hands gripped your hips, holding you firmly as his thrusts became rougher, bruising you with every movement. You felt so tight around him, the knife at your throat unsteadily shaking as his thrusts grew sloppier, making your whole body freeze at the danger.

Luckily for you, Mattheo came deep inside you a few thrusts later, strings of curses falling from his lips. Theo had expected him to come fast. He’d been waiting for it, craving to feel you on his own. All to himself.

“Just what I needed… Fuck.” Mattheo groaned breathlessly as he abruptly pulled out, the sudden emptiness feeling strange for a moment, but you quickly felt his warm cum drip out of you, dripping down all over Theo’s cock. Behind you, you heard the mask drop to the floor, followed by the familiar click of a lighter, cigarette smoke quickly filling the air.

“You’re mine now,” Theo whispered into your ear, his voice low and possessive, drawing your attention back to him. With his arms still holding you up, he effortlessly walked you both over to the bed, sitting on the edge with you on top of him.

“Come on, pretty girl. Make me feel good,” he ordered lazily, settling back on his elbows, his eyes hungrily raking over your naked body, from your perfect tits to the way your cunt still tightly gripped his hard cock.

You felt hesitant at first, self-conscious under the weight of their eyes, waiting for you to fuck yourself on Theo’s cock. But then, a flicker of something other than lust caught your attention in Theo’s eyes— desperation. He wanted this badly, more than anything, and it made you feel powerful in the situation.

“How about you beg for it first?” You blurted out, immediately gulping hard, not knowing if you killed yourself just now by saying those words. Theo cocked his head to the side, the silence only making you more nervous.

“Such a dumb girl, isn’t she? She’s lucky she’s this pretty.” Mattheo remarked, the sound of him exhaling cigarette smoke carrying his amusement with it. But Theo ignored him, all his focus on you, your unexpected request clearly intriguing him.

“Please.” He murmured with a smirk. His rough hands gripped your ass, the sharp sting of the fresh wounds on your skin being stretched overshadowed by the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you. The word felt foreign coming from him— usually, it would be said to him, not the other way around.

Mattheo’s eyes widened, watching the scene unfold. “What the— you know what? Not my problem.” He shook his head, taking another drag from his cigarette and observing the two of you with a mix of curiosity and disinterest.

Slowly, you began to move up and down on Theo, your hands resting on his chest as his cock slid in and out of you, massaging your walls so perfectly. Low groans escaped his lips as he watched you, his eyes filled with lust, one hand roughly guiding your hips.

Mattheo handed him the cigarette, and Theo took a slow drag, his eyes darting all over your body, unsure where to look. With one hand still gripping your flesh, he exhaled, blowing the smoke right into your face. He smirked at the way you coughed against the thick cloud, his eyes squinting in amusement.

You were too focused on the way Theo’s erection stretched you open to care about anything else, your head thrown back as you rode him, chasing your own orgasm. Theo was holding back his moans, not wanting to reveal how much he was enjoying it, but your pussy felt like heaven to him. This might even be better than killing on purge night, he thought to himself.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna cum all over my dick?” Theo groaned, handing the cigarette back to Mattheo. Both of his hands now gripped your hips harshly, guiding you up and down on his cock. You felt disgusting—covered in blood, bruises, cuts, Mattheo’s cum, and your own arousal—but still, this night could’ve ended a lot worse.

“Mhm... mhm,” you softly murmured, nodding and unable to speak, your movements increasing as you neared your climax.

You felt Mattheo creep behind you, the scent of cigarette smoke filling your nostrils once more. “You better cum for us, princess. Or we might have to kill you after all,” He threatened, his hand brushing your tousled hair from your face as he mischievously gazed down at you.

Theo hit all the right spots, the pleasure becoming overwhelming as he thrust upward, the head of his cock brushing against your most sensitive parts. Just as you were about to cum, a sudden intense burn spread across your thigh, followed by a sizzling sound. Your head jerked to the side as you watched Mattheo press the end of his cigarette into your skin, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Look at you, all fucked out for us.” He chuckled, and at that moment, your orgasm uncontrollably rushed through you, clenching around Theo’s cock as he groaned deeply at the sensation.

Your knees buckled, your head thrown back, and the unbearable pain from the burn only heightened your pleasure. Your lips parted in ecstasy as you came, and quickly after, you felt a pool of warmth spread within you as Theo’s grip tightened on your hips, his own deep groans muffled by his white mask.

“So fuckin’ perfect…” were the only words Theo could manage, his breath shallow as he leaned back on the bed, eyes shut in the afterglow. It had been by far the best orgasm he’d experienced, and he refused to pull out, unwilling to miss the comforting warmth of your pussy around his cock.

The morning sun slowly rose, marking the end of Purge Night, and Theo reluctantly pulled out, watching as you collapsed against him— exhausted and ruined.

Mattheo smirked, amused by the sight, flicking the last embers of his cigarette onto the floor as the same ominous sirens blared violently through the walls, echoing over the blood-covered streets. “Yep, that’s our sign to leave.”

“You hear that? Purge Night is over,” Theo murmured, stroking your bruised skin possessively. “But that doesn’t mean we’re done with you.” Your eyes widened, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement surge through you. You weren’t ready to let go just yet.

Mattheo chuckled darkly, “You think you can go back to your old life after this? You’re ours now.” As the sirens signaled the end of the chaos outside, the two exchanged a look— one that promised you were theirs, whether you liked it or not. Little did they know, that’s all you wanted.

“We know where to find you now, piccola,” Theo said, his voice low and intense. “Any second of any day, we could climb through these windows… or break in through the back door. Who knows?”

With those final words, they walked out, leaving you naked, wounded, and stuffed with their cum, feeling the emptiness slowly creep up on you. Your eyes drifted to the two blood-soaked masks they left on your bedroom floor— souvenirs to remember them by, reminders of their power over you.

Purge Night was just the beginning.

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sabxynsweet · 26 days ago

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sweetheart!reader giving mattheo a handmade gift (like one of those cute d.i.y. ones) and shes all nervous to give it to him but its like the nicest thing anyone has ever gotten him :3

sweetheart!reader gives mattheo a gift

you're all so super telepathic because i have "mattheo gives sweetheart!reader a gift" in my drafts, thank you for the request angel <3

You knock on his door, shifting your weight between both your feet as you hold your hands behind your back.

Mattheo opens the door, already expecting you.

“Sweetheart.” He smirks, like it's a greeting.

“Hi.” You smile, tilting your head up to look at his eyes.

He doesn’t say anything beyond that - he doesn’t have to. He simply opens the door wider to let you in.

“How was your day?" He mumbles, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you in.

"That's what I usually ask." You laugh, feeling floaty already from his presence.

"Sue me for copying you." He says, "You are a very inspiring conversationalist."

"It is one of my many qualities." You play along before you squeal when you remember why your hands are still behind your back.

“I made you something.” You say with a smile, he looks at you with a tilt of his head.

“Yeah?” He grins.

You hum, rolling your sleeves up to reveal four bracelets - a pearl bracelet you always wore, a silver bangle, a pink beaded bracelet with red hearts and a black one, which you slip off your wrist.

You hold it out to him and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion, not moving to take it.

“I made this for you.” You say cheerfully, he slowly moves to take it from you, eyeing it suspiciously.

“Have you never received a gift before?” You joke before your smile falls when he simply looks down at you with eyes that say 'more or less.'

It wasn't that he had never received a gift before, Theo - who was the only one who knew his birthday - always gave him a little something, whether it was book or a vintage lighter or a cologne. Technically his wand was a gift from his parents.

But this is different, he examines the bracelet, there’s an array of beads - silver, green and black - his favourite colours (though you’ve argued with him that black is not a colour) and a few pearls mixed it that match your own pearl bracelet.

It’s very unlike you but it is so him.

He can't remember the last time he's truly cried but as he thinks about you threading the beads together - carefully curating them to match him - he applauds himself internally for being so brave holding it together.

He doesn’t say anything, he can’t say anything, you take his silence for distaste.

“You don’t have to wear it!” You rush to say, “I was just in Hogsmeade the other day and I saw these in the bead store and I thought they were perfect, I know it’s not really your thing-”

He cuts you off with a kiss, one that you melt into very quickly.

“I really like it.” He says earnestly when he pulls away, he thinks about how much he really likes you.

Mattheo slips on the bracelet without another word.

You smile, your cheeks hurting with how wide your smile was.

“I never thought I’d see the day Mattheo Riddle wears a friendship bracelet.” You tease.

“Friendship bracelet,” He raises his eyebrows, “Is that what we are?”

He pulls your body flush against his, gazing down at you with his full focus.

You look up at him with wide eyes, your head spinning a little, he smirks at your reaction.

"I'm messing with you," he murmurs, his mouth inches away from yours before he leans in to kiss you.

You never expected him to like your present enough to wear it and you can't help but feel proud of yourself.

"I'm happy you like it." You mumble along his lips.

"I really do." He promises when he pulls away fully.

There's a pause of silence.

"How was your day?" You murmur, he laughs before kissing you again.

He wore his bracelet for the rest of the night and the day after that, then the entire week and if he never took it off after that, well, everyone was too scared to comment on it, anyway.

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riddlesrizzler · 2 months ago

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𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙤𝙤𝙝

summary: You can’t just sit in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes. characters: mattheo riddle. shy! ravenclaw! reader. mentions of slytherin boys. warnings: none! word count: 2.5k

The familiar buzz of morning chatter filled the air, but it was all too distant, too muffled in the back of your mind as you scanned the room. Mattheo’s friends were clustered together at their usual spot, sitting at the Slytherin table, their voices rising above the hum of conversation. You felt the familiar knot of anxiety twist tighter in your stomach.

The weight of the book, the note-it had been all you could think about since you found it, and now you couldn’t ignore it any longer.

You told yourself to breathe, to focus. The cool morning air filled your lungs as you exhaled, and you forced your legs to move toward them, each step feeling heavier than the last. You had to speak to him. You had to understand what it all meant-the book, the message, his intentions. You had no answers yet, only questions swirling in your mind.

As you neared the table, Draco was the first to notice you. His gaze flicked up from his conversation, and a knowing look passed between you two-sharp, almost predatory. He raised an eyebrow, the ghost of a smirk playing at his lips, but he didn’t speak, simply watching you. He knew why you were here, and he wasn’t going to offer any assistance unless you asked. It was in his nature to let you come to your own conclusions.

Theo, however, didn’t have that same reserved nature. He glanced up from his food, his eyes scanning you briefly before his lips twitched into a grin. The grin wasn’t malicious, but there was a hint of mischief there, as though he had already guessed the reason for your sudden appearance. His posture was casual, laid-back, the picture of someone who had all the time in the world, but you could feel his gaze sharpen on you when you stopped in front of him.

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice low and easy, but there was something almost knowing in his tone, as though he’d seen this all play out a thousand times before.

You hesitated, caught in the rush of emotions and confusion. Finally, you managed to speak, your words spilling out before you could stop them. “Do you know where Mattheo is?”

The question hung in the air, a thick silence settling over the table for a moment. Theo’s grin widened, and you swore you could feel the heat rise in your cheeks as the attention shifted to you. Enzo, who had been pretending to concentrate on his breakfast, looked up, his eyes glinting with amusement. He exchanged a knowing glance with Theo before leaning forward slightly.

“You got his message then?” Enzo’s voice was light, but there was an edge of something deeper to it, something that made your cheeks burn hotter.

“Yes,” you answered, your voice quieter than you intended, but the words carried the weight of everything that had built up in your chest. “But I need to talk to him. Where is he?”

Theo chuckled softly, his arms crossing over his chest as he leaned back in his seat, making no effort to hide the amusement on his face. His gaze lingered on you for a moment, but his smirk faded slightly, his expression growing more serious, almost thoughtful.

“He’s probably in the Quidditch locker rooms,” he said, his voice unhurried, as though it were an obvious fact. “That’s where he goes when he needs to think. If he’s been, you know, trying to figure stuff out.”

The words hit you like a sudden blow to the chest. The Quidditch locker rooms? The thought of him being so close, yet so far away, sent a jolt through you, but it also fueled the urgency in your veins. You couldn’t wait any longer. You had to find him.

You nodded quickly, already turning toward the door. The air in the hall felt thick now, the space closing in on you as you tried to push past your nerves. But just as you were about to walk away, Theo’s voice stopped you.

“Hey,” he called out, his tone a little more serious now, softer than before. It was almost as if he were considering his words carefully. You turned back, confused, because this wasn’t the Theo you were used to-the one who teased relentlessly, who always had a sarcastic comment on hand.

This Theo was different. He was still sitting casually at the table, but his eyes had lost their usual edge, replaced with something far gentler.

“I just want you to know something,” he continued, his voice quiet but firm. “Mattheo... he’s never really been the type for all the... bookish stuff. You know, the notes, the quotes, all that. But he’s doing it for you. He’s been trying because... well, he cares.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. They were simple, and yet they held so much weight. You swallowed hard, trying to digest what Theo had just said. Mattheo, the one who always seemed so guarded, so distant, had been changing for you? The realization left you momentarily speechless, and for a moment, you felt vulnerable-exposed.

But at the same time, there was something undeniably comforting about Theo’s blunt honesty. It was like a small reassurance, a promise that maybe you weren’t walking into this blind.

You nodded slowly, the weight of his words sinking in. “Thanks,” you muttered, your voice softer than you expected. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at your lips as you turned away, heading for the door once again. “I’m going to go find him.”

As you made your way toward the exit, Enzo’s voice called after you, light and teasing, but there was a warmth in his tone that made it clear he wasn’t just joking. “Good luck!” he called, his voice carrying across the room with a touch of mockery, but underneath it, you could hear the sincerity.

You didn’t look back, but the small gesture made your chest feel lighter, as though it had all somehow shifted. The Quidditch locker rooms. That’s where you’d find him. Your pulse quickened with every step, your thoughts racing ahead of you. What would you say? How would you even begin? The words you had rehearsed in your mind felt suddenly insufficient, and the weight of the moment pressed down on you, but you couldn’t turn back now. You just hoped that when you found him, you’d be able to find the right words-words that would finally unravel the tension, finally explain the feelings swirling between you both.

And as you pushed through the door, stepping out into the crisp morning air, the world around you felt like it was holding its breath.

The Quidditch locker rooms were enveloped in an eerie kind of stillness, the only sound the soft, rhythmic brushing of Mattheo’s broomstick being polished. The faint, comforting smell of wood polish and leather clung to the air, mingling with the lingering scent of freshly cut grass from the pitch outside. The mid-morning sunlight streamed through the open windows, casting soft, golden beams across the room, illuminating the dust motes floating lazily in the air.

Mattheo, with his usual intensity, was meticulously focused on his task, his brow furrowed in concentration as he ran a cloth over the broom, ensuring every inch was spotless. His hands moved with practiced ease, the movements almost ritualistic, as though the broomstick itself demanded the same precision and care he gave everything else.

But you couldn’t focus on the serenity of the moment. Every step you took toward him felt like it was dragging you through a thick fog of uncertainty. Your thoughts were a whirlwind, your heart hammering in your chest with every echoing footstep. This wasn’t a place you had ever imagined being, not like this, not with everything you had kept buried for so long. You had been avoiding this conversation, this confrontation with your own feelings, but now it was all too real. The words you had kept locked away were threatening to spill out, and no amount of hesitation could hold them back.

You paused in the doorway, your hand brushing against the frame as you gathered your courage. Mattheo didn’t seem to notice you at first; he was too caught up in his task, his focus entirely on the broom in his hands. It was only when you took a quiet breath and said his name that he looked up.

“Mattheo?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through the quiet like a sudden rush of wind.

His head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise as they locked on you. For a split second, his expression was unreadable, but then a flicker of something softer crossed his features. He set the broom aside with deliberate care, brushing his hands together before straightening up.

“Hey, what’s up?” His voice was calm, though there was a trace of curiosity in his tone, his gaze not leaving you.

You felt your breath hitch, your chest tightening under the weight of his gaze. It was always like this with him, like he could see straight through you, and it made everything feel so much more intense than it should have been. But you couldn’t back down now. You had to say it.

“I-” You started, but the words caught in your throat. You swallowed hard, gathering your thoughts, then pushed through. “Thank you for the book,” you said, your voice a little steadier this time, though there was still a nervous tremor there. “The new copy of Pride and Prejudice... it’s perfect. You really didn’t have to.”

He shrugged, his usual indifference creeping back into his demeanor, but there was something in his eyes that softened the action, something that made the air feel warmer between you. “You needed a new one,” he said casually, though there was an unspoken tenderness in his voice. “Your old one was falling apart.”

You nodded, but the words felt heavy now, like they were leading you to something you couldn’t avoid. The silence between you stretched, thick with unspoken things. You had to say it, even if it terrified you.

“I am no better than the book you gifted me,” you blurted, the words tumbling out in a rush. “At first, I judged you. I listened to what others said, I let their words shape my view of you. But then... you started talking to me about books, like The Great Gatsby, and I knew, even then, that I had feelings for you. I just didn’t know how to say them.”

A slow realization crept across Mattheo’s face, his eyes softening. You could feel the weight of the moment between you, the truth hanging in the air like an open wound.

“I can read as many words as I want,” you continued, your voice trembling slightly, “but it doesn’t mean I know how to say them. I’ve been afraid... because I didn’t know how to tell you how I felt.”

You paused, a lump forming in your throat, the truth finally spilling out in the most vulnerable of ways. "But I do know now. I like you, Mattheo. I like you in a way that no book or quote could explain. It's more than that, and it's terrifying."

He took a small step closer, his expression unreadable for a moment, but then something shifted in his eyes. It was like everything between you clicked into place. Slowly, as if testing the waters, he reached out and cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin.

“What made you come out here?” he asked, his voice softer now, filled with curiosity. There was a vulnerability there, something unguarded, and you felt a rush of affection for him, the way he always seemed to make space for your feelings, for your thoughts.

You bit your lip, searching for the right words, but in the end, the only thing you could think to say was simple, and it felt right somehow. “You,” you whispered. “You made me come out here.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. You smiled, stepping a little closer to him. “You can’t just sit in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes,” you said, quoting the words from Winnie the Pooh that had always stuck with you. They felt like the right words now, even if they were odd in the moment. You weren’t sure why you said it, but it felt true.

Mattheo stood still for a long moment, blinking slowly, as though your words were taking time to sink in. Then, to your surprise, he laughed-a soft, genuine laugh that rang out through the otherwise quiet room. It was like a weight lifting off your chest, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound.

“You’re quoting that yellow bear right now?” he asked, his eyes wide with amusement, an incredulous grin spreading across his face. “You really went there?”

You nodded, fighting the urge to laugh yourself. “He’s very wise,” you said seriously, meeting his playful gaze, the mischievous glint in your eyes betraying your words.

He shook his head, still smiling. “You’re something else,” he murmured, and before you could reply, his hand was at your back, gently pulling you closer. You didn’t resist; in fact, you leaned into the touch, feeling the heat of him radiate through you. It was a natural pull, an unspoken invitation to let go of everything you’d been holding onto.

Neither of you spoke for a moment, the air thick with the closeness that had always been there but never fully acknowledged until now. The walls between you both felt like they were crumbling, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but honesty, raw and real.

And then, before you could say another word, his lips were on yours, gentle at first, as if he were waiting for you to pull away. But you didn’t. You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body, the steadiness of his presence as he kissed you, the feeling of his lips against yours sending a wave of relief through your chest. The kiss deepened, and for the first time, it felt like everything you had been hiding inside was finally coming to the surface.

When he pulled back, both of you were breathless, and there was an understanding between you now-something unspoken but real.

You leaned against him, your forehead resting gently against his. “You don’t have to read for me, Mattheo,” you whispered, your voice soft, but full of meaning. “If you don’t want to.”

Mattheo smiled, his eyes filled with something that made your heart race. “I’ll write a whole book for you,” he said with a quiet intensity, his voice steady and sure. “Anything you want. A story just for you.”

Your smile widened, your heart swelling with emotion at his words. It wasn’t just a promise, it was everything he had been too afraid to say until now, everything you had needed to hear. And in that moment, you realized that this was just the beginning.

The beginning of something honest and true, something you both would write together, one page at a time.

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