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leona-hawthorne · 22 days ago

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KINKTOBER #10– FINAL GIRL / mattheo riddle & theodore nott

october 31st threesome , double penetration

mattheo riddle x fem reader x theodore nott

summary: totally freaking out after finding a ghostface mask in your best friend’s dorm. but it’s probably not what you think it is.

warnings: threesome, double penetration, unprotected piv, anal sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk

words: 4.7k

a/n: and that’s a wrap on kinktober 2024 :)

ps: i wrote a version of this where they were actually ghostface together but it felt a little too dark and murdery so i changed everything :’)

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You didn’t know how you got here. All you knew was that one second, you’d been rifling through Mattheo’s dresser, returning that sweater you’d borrowed last week, and the next… well, the next was a blur. Because there, right at the back of the drawer, half-buried under a heap of clothes, was a mask.

Not just any mask, though.

The harsh white surface was unmistakable, ghostly in its smoothness, with hollow, gaping eyes and that twisted, ominous grin. The Ghostface mask—the same one that had belonged to the killer who commited all those murders in Hogwarts six years ago. And as your shaking hands reached for it, a chill crept up your spine, sharper than any cold draft seeping through the castle walls. Your fingers hovered, dread thickening in your throat as your gaze drifted lower.

Blood. Dark red flecks, like rusted stains, dotted the mask’s cheek. It was only a few drops, but that was all it took. You staggered back, a gasp slipping from your lips, the world around you tilting as everything you knew—their familiar laughter, inside jokes, whispered secrets—blurred into something unrecognizable. It couldn’t be. Not Mattheo. He’d laugh in the face of trouble, sure, but a killer? That wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.

The room closed in on you, shadows gathering in corners that hadn’t existed a moment ago. Your heart hammered, a cold sweat breaking over your skin, until suddenly you couldn’t stay there another second. You had to get out.

Feet pounding against the floor, you darted through the halls, barely aware of your surroundings as you made a beeline for Theo’s dorm. Mattheo and Theo were the only two people in this world who knew every facet of you, your best friends since your first year. If you couldn’t confront Mattheo, Theo was the next person you could trust to help you make sense of this nightmare.

Reaching his door, you banged on it with trembling hands, each knock louder, more urgent than the last. You didn’t stop until the door finally swung open, revealing Theo, his hair tousled and his eyes narrowing in that half-sleepy, half-curious way he always looked at you. His gaze flicked over you, taking in your ragged breath and wide eyes.

“You alright, principessa?” His words were soft, but his tone wasn’t nearly as gentle. A silent demand, a hint of impatience, and an annoyance for waking him were all mixed in there, just under the surface.

“Theo…” you stammered, struggling to find words that could even scratch the surface of what you’d seen. “I found something in Mattheo’s room… I don’t know what to think. I mean, it doesn’t make sense, but—”

“Easy.” His voice dropped lower, his tone steady, almost detached. He looked down at you, a strange calm in his gaze that somehow made you feel more unhinged. “I’m gonna need you to talk properly and tell me what you saw, because this nonsensical rambling isn’t getting anything through to me.”

You let out a shaky breath, trying to center yourself. How did you explain something like this without sounding insane? “It was…” You swallowed, the image flashing behind your eyes once more, cold and unforgiving. “It was that mask. You know… the Ghostface one from… from the murders. It was in Mattheo’s room, and it had blood on it.”

Theo’s face didn’t shift, his expression frustratingly unreadable. He blinked once, then let out a heavy, resigned sigh, shaking his head as if you’d just told him the sky was green. He knew exactly what you were talking about. “There you go again, jumping to conclusions.”

“Conclusions?” Your voice quivered with disbelief. How could he be so calm, so dismissive? “Theo, I’m not ‘jumping’ to anything! There’s a blood-spattered mask in his drawer. The mask.”

A small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes held no mirth. “It’s Mattheo. Think about it for a second. You really think he’s capable of…” He gestured vaguely, like he was searching for a polite way to describe a massacre. “Of that?”

“Well, I don’t know, I’m starting to,” you snapped, frustration bubbling up as you glared at him. The Theo you’d known was always logical, even frustratingly so, but right now, that infuriating calm felt like a betrayal.

But he didn’t look angry, just exasperated. “Look, you’re being dramatic. This isn’t… It’s not what you think it is, okay?” He sighed again, pulling a hand through his hair, before reaching for your hand and dragging you down the hallway. “Let’s go clear this up, yeah?”

You had little choice as Theo guided you back through the darkened hallways toward Mattheo’s room, his hand wrapped around yours in a steady, unyielding grip that held just enough pressure to keep you moving without causing discomfort. Your mind was a storm of questions, laced with doubt and dread.

When you entered, Mattheo was sprawled casually on his bed, his feet kicked up on the mattress, a picture of utter relaxation. A lazy smile played at his lips as he looked over at you, the corners of his piercing blue eyes crinkling with amusement. "Hey, lovebirds," he drawled, his tone as easy as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

Your gaze darted to the dresser, scanning the surface for any sign of the mask. The open drawers stared back at you, vacant, but a faint trace of cologne lingered in the air, sharp and familiar. Mattheo’s expression shifted, his brow arching with curiosity as he followed your line of sight. "Looking for something?" He rose from the bed in one fluid motion, padding over to stand beside you with an ease that only made you more uneasy.

Before you could respond, Theo cut in, his voice firm. "Mattheo, where is it?"

A sly grin spread across Mattheo’s face, his teeth flashing white against the dim glow of the room. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Mattheo.” You muttered, the words dripping with frustration. You marched over to the dresser and yanked the drawer open, your fingers brushing against the edge of the mask. It was still warm, and the material felt slick and unnerving against your skin. You held it up in the air.

"Why do you have this? Did you guys kill someone or something?" Your voice cracked under the weight of the question, as if speaking it aloud somehow made the unthinkable real. Your gaze drilled into Mattheo’s, searching for even a flicker of truth behind his confident facade.

Mattheo blinked, staring at you like you’d just asked the most absurd thing in the world. "Kill someone?" he echoed, his eyebrows shooting up in a mixture of shock and amusement. "No, we didn’t fuckin’ kill anyone. Jesus, Y/N." He grabbed the mask from your hands, holding it up as if to examine it himself, like it was some strange relic that had magically appeared in his possession.

"Honestly," Theo cut in with an exaggerated eye roll, "sometimes I wonder how you function with such a wild imagination. We’re just playing around with it."

You blinked, struggling to process his words. “Playing what? Murderer and helpless victim?”

Mattheo just shrugged, tossing the mask carelessly onto the bed. "Some prick needed to learn a lesson, that’s all. We scared him a bit, maybe threw a little threat or two, but we didn’t touch him."

“And the blood?” you challenged, crossing your arms tightly over your chest, the sense of dread giving way to a simmering frustration.

Mattheo waved a hand dismissively. “Fake. Got it from the twins’ shop. Makes everything more… believable, don’t you think?” He flashed you a mischievous wink, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Fuck, Mattheo, you really scared me," you muttered, exhaling a shaky breath as you rubbed a hand over your face. "I thought… I mean, with the mask and everything…"

Mattheo didn’t miss a beat. He reached for the mask, slipping it over his face with a theatrical flourish. He turned to you, tilting his head at an eerie angle, the fabric clinging to the contours of his face and casting dark shadows over his eyes. "Boo," he said, his voice muffled but unmistakably smug.

Theo snorted, shaking his head. “Fucking idiot,” he muttered, though there was a faint glint of affection in his gaze as he glanced at you, a quiet apology in the depth of his eyes.

Mattheo took a slow, measured step closer, looming over you with a smile hidden behind the mask. “Are you scared?” he purred, his tone laced with mock concern. “Should I chase you around the castle with this thing on?”

“No, you dickhead, take it off,” you snapped, giving him a hard poke in the chest. Even with most of his face obscured, you could practically see the spark of wicked delight in his eyes, like a cat toying with a cornered mouse.

His chuckle was low, almost a growl, as he caught your wrist, pulling you flush against him. “Come on, don’t be so serious all the time,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear, the teasing undertone threaded with something darker. "Life's too short for all that."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispered, "Besides, I think the mask suits me. Don’t you agree, love?"

You grasped the chin of the mask, angling Mattheo's face down towards you, your pulse quickening at the intimacy of the moment. “Maybe a little,” you conceded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, the warmth of your breath mingling with the coolness of the mask's surface. Your fingers lingered, tracing the contours of the mask’s face as if trying to unlock the enigma behind it.

Just then, Theo stepped forward, his arms snaking around your waist from behind, drawing you back against his solid chest. The warmth radiating from him was intoxicating. “Looks like someone has a certain... appreciation for Mattheo in the mask,” he teased, his breath hot against your ear as he nipped playfully at your earlobe, sending a shiver coursing through your body.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoffed, trying to dismiss the flutter of excitement in your stomach, though the racing of your heart betrayed you. Theo’s hands slid lower, gripping your hips possessively, anchoring you in a way that felt both thrilling and dangerous.

“Mm, if you say so,” Mattheo hummed, a knowing glint sparking in his eyes even through the dark slits of the mask. “But you wouldn’t mind if I kept it on, would you?”

You shivered slightly at the sensation of Theo's teeth grazing your ear, his strong arms enveloping you like a cocoon. A part of you yearned to lean into him, to surrender to the warmth and security he exuded, but another part of you resisted, refusing to give in so easily.

“I’m not saying anything,” you replied, striving for a nonchalant tone despite the rapid beat of your pulse echoing in your ears. Your gaze flickered to Mattheo, meeting his masked gaze with a mix of defiance and intrigue. “It’s just a stupid costume, nothing more.”

Mattheo cocked his head to the side, studying you intently through the mask’s slits, as if he could see right through your bravado. “Oh, just a costume? Then what’s the matter, Y/N? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

As he spoke, Theo’s lips began trailing soft, teasing kisses along the back of your neck, each press igniting sparks along your skin. His fingers dug into your hips, anchoring you in place, making it difficult to think as warmth pooled low in your stomach.

You swallowed hard, desperately trying to focus on Mattheo’s taunting words rather than the delicious sensations radiating from where Theo's mouth caressed your skin. “N-nothing’s the matter,” you stammered, your voice trembling slightly. “I’m fine.”

Mattheo leaned in closer, the plastic of the mask nearly brushing against your nose, an intoxicating closeness that made your breath hitch. “If you say so,” he repeated, his voice low and seductive, wrapping around you like silk.

Your resolve began to crumble under the assault of Mattheo’s teasing and Theo’s skilled mouth. Every nerve ending in your body tingled wherever Theo’s lips grazed your skin, igniting sparks of desire that threatened to consume you.

“Stop it,” you managed to gasp out, though you couldn’t tell if you were addressing Mattheo, Theo, or both. Your hands found purchase on Mattheo’s shoulders, steadying yourself against the onslaught of sensation that was rapidly spiraling out of control.

With a deft tug, Theo pulled you backwards, guiding you onto the bed. You landed with a soft thud, your back pressing against his solid frame as he settled in behind you, propping himself up against the headboard, the warmth of his body radiating against your skin.

“You’re so easy to rile up, bellissima,” Theo murmured, his hands roaming across your torso, thumbs brushing over the swell of your breasts. His voice dripped with a playful arrogance, sending a thrill down your spine. “And we’re just getting started.”

Without warning, Theo grasped your chin, tilting your head to the side, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue swept into your mouth, a hungry intensity igniting between you. Sure, you were best friends, but this wasn’t the first time you’d kissed, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. The familiar thrill coursed through you, blending with a new sense of urgency.

As you melted into the embrace, Theo’s hands roamed freely over your curves, one sliding beneath your shirt to splay across your stomach, the other tangling in your hair, holding you close. The heat of his body seeped into yours, drawing you deeper under his spell, every caress igniting a wildfire within.

As you surrendered to Theo’s passionate kiss, Mattheo took advantage of the distraction, sliding onto the bed in front of you. He leaned down, his fingers deftly making quick work of the buttons on your jeans, popping them open with practiced ease that sent a thrill of anticipation skittering through you.

As you pulled away from the kiss, Mattheo’s masked gaze locked onto yours. Slowly, he peeled back the zipper, the rasp of metal against denim sending a shiver of excitement down your spine.

Without breaking eye contact, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your jeans and panties, dragging them down your thighs inch by tantalizing inch. The cool air of the room hit your bare skin, stark against the heat of your desire, making you acutely aware of Mattheo’s heated stare roving over your exposed flesh.

Theo’s continued ministrations didn’t help matters; his hands mapped every curve and dip of your body with a possessive familiarity that left you weak-kneed. His kisses trailed down your jaw, across the sensitive skin of your neck, each press of his lips igniting a fire that curled low in your belly.

“Not fair,” you panted, turning your head to nip playfully at Theo’s jawline in protest. “It’s one against two.”

Mattheo chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through the mask as he tugged your jeans and underwear the rest of the way off, discarding them carelessly. “What’s unfair about us wanting you equally?”

He spread your legs apart, settling between them as his calloused hands explored your inner thighs, his touch feather-light yet electrifying, leaving trails of fire in its wake.

Theo’s fingers danced across your collarbone, trailing down to cup one breast through your shirt. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak before sliding his hand beneath the fabric, laying claim to what was his as your breath hitched, caught in the web of pleasure that threatened to envelop you entirely.

With a swift motion, Mattheo removed the mask from his face, revealing his handsome features illuminated by the dim light of the room. He held it out towards Theo, who accepted it with a smirk before pulling it over his head.

Mattheo shifted lower still, until his hot breath ghosted over your slick folds. He looked up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he lowered his head and ran his tongue slowly up your slit.

At the first swipe of Mattheo's tongue along your wetness, you gasped sharply, "F-fuck!" Your thighs instinctively tried to clamp shut around his head, but Theo quickly intervened. He reached down and hooked his arms under your knees, holding you wide open for Mattheo's relentless exploration.

"Shh, wide open, bella," Theo purred, his voice muffled slightly by the mask. "You gonna be a good girl and let him taste you?"

With Theo keeping you pinned, Mattheo set to work devouring you with single-minded focus. He licked and sucked at your swollen clit, flicking the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue before dipping lower to thrust inside you.

A strangled moan tore from your throat as Mattheo's wicked tongue worked its magic, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your core. Your hips bucked involuntarily, practically trying to hump his face.

"Oh god... oh fuck..." you whimpered, head lolling back against Theo's shoulder as he kept you splayed open for Mattheo's merciless attentions. "That feels so good..."

Your hands fisted in the sheets, knuckles white with strain as you fought to keep from writhing too wildly. Mattheo's talented mouth was driving you mad with need, stoking the flames higher and higher until you thought you might combust from the sheer intensity of it all.

Theo watched hungrily as Mattheo feasted upon your dripping sex, reveling in each desperate noise spilling from your lips. He could feel the vibrations of your moans against his chest, could smell the musky scent of your arousal perfuming the air.

Keeping one arm securely holding down your thigh, Theo brought his other hand up to tug your shirt up and palm your breast roughly, rolling the stiffened nipple between his fingers. He ground his clothed erection against the cleft of your ass, letting you feel how hard you'd made him already.

Mattheo doubled his efforts, alternating between lapping at your slit and sucking your puffy clit into his mouth. He slipped two fingers deep inside your tight hole, pumping them steadily as he pushed you ever closer to the edge.

A quiet whine escaped you as Mattheo's fingers plunged into your clenching heat, stretching you deliciously. "Mmph, fuck, yes!"

Suddenly, Mattheo curled his fingers just right, hitting some deep, secret spot within you that sent a searing bolt of ecstasy coursing through your veins. Your back arched violently, a scream tearing from your throat as the orgasm crashed over you in a tidal wave of pure bliss.

As the aftershocks of your climax subsided, you managed to relax somewhat, your trembling gradually giving way to a languid warmth. Almost lulled into a false sense of security, your muscles loosened, and you started to inch your thighs together, intending to finally give yourself a moment's respite.

But Mattheo wasn't done with you yet. He continued to lap at your tender flesh, refusing to relinquish his claim even as you attempted to close up.

Theo chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your back as he tightened his hold on your knees. "Oh, are you tired?," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

A frustrated whimper spilled from your lips as you futilely tried to shut Mattheo out, only to find him persistently licking and suckling at your oversensitive folds. Your body, still thrumming with residual pleasure, couldn't help but respond anew to the relentless stimulation.

"No, wait... please..." you begged weakly, your hips twitching restlessly as Mattheo's tongue found your clit once more. The sensation was almost too much, your nerves feeling raw and exposed.

Theo's husky chuckle and the firm pressure of his grip on your thighs only heightened your overstimulation. You squirmed beneath them, torn between the desire to escape and the need to surrender to the pleasure they were forcing upon you.

Mattheo grinned against your slick skin, his eyes gleaming with mischief and lust behind the mask. He redoubled his efforts, tongue delving deep to collect your essence before circling your throbbing clit with maddening precision.

“I can’t,” you whimpered.

Theo leaned in to whisper in your ear, his breath hot and enticing. "Come on, amore mio, just a little longer, okay?”

He punctuated his words with a sharp pinch to your nipple, his hand roaming your curves possessively, squeezing and kneading as if to brand you with his touch. The only sound in the room, save for your moans, was the wet, squelching sound of Mattheo sloppily fucking you with his tongue.

Despite your protests, you could feel another peak building rapidly, your inner walls fluttering and clenching around Mattheo's invading tongue. It was as if your body had a mind of its own, craving the intense sensations they were subjecting you to, no matter how overwhelmed you became.

A choked cry tore from your throat as Mattheo’s ministrations pushed you past the point of no return.

Your scream echoed off the walls as the second orgasm ripped through you, more powerful than the first. Your back bowed sharply, hips bucking wildly as you rode out the waves of ecstasy crashing over you. Theo held you firmly in place, allowing you nowhere to go but deeper into the abyss of pleasure.

Mattheo drank down your release greedily, swallowing every drop. Only when the last tremor had passed did he finally lift his head, his chin glistening with your juices. With a wicked grin, he licked his lips clean before crawling up your body to capture your mouth in a searing kiss.

Theo released your legs , letting it fall limply to the bed as he relaxed beneath you. He carded his fingers through your damp hair, tucking stray strands behind your ear, before sliding the mask off of his head.

Mattheo pulled away from the kiss with a satisfied hum, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire as he gazed down at you.

"Turn around for me, tesoro," Theo murmured, his voice low and inviting. He guided you with a hand sliding across your lower back as you turned to face him, straddling his hips now. Theo shifted closer, one hand skimming along your side to settle on your hip possessively.

He lifted his hips slightly, tugging his pants down enough to free his impressive erection. It stood tall and proud, flushed a deep crimson and leaking precum at the tip. His eyes, normally reserved and guarded, burned with an intensity that made your heart race as he gazed up at you.

From behind, Mattheo pressed close, his hard length rubbing against your butt through the fabric of his pants. "You think you can handle us both at the same time, baby?" he purred, nipping at your earlobe playfully. His hot breath tickled your skin, making you shiver with anticipation.

Your breath hitched as Mattheo's rigid dick nudged insistently at your bare ass. Theo's hands quickly made work of your top before skimming up your sides to cup your aching breasts, thumbs swiping over the stiff peaks of your nipples.

"Yes," you breathed, meeting Theo's heated gaze with a look of pure need. "Please, I want both of you."

With a slow, deliberate motion, Theo guided you down onto his thick shaft, groaning at the exquisite sensation of your tight heat enveloping him. As you settled onto his lap, your back arched naturally, pressing your breasts into his abs.

Mattheo swiftly shed his remaining clothing, revealing his chiseled physique. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, drizzling a generous amount onto his pulsating dick. His eyes never left your body as he worked the slick substance into his cock, coating himself thoroughly.

Once prepared, he positioned himself behind you, the head of his dick teasingly probing the tight ring of your ass. "Ready for this, mi amor?" he whispered, his voice husky with arousal.

Biting your lip, you nodded eagerly, too far gone in your lust-addled haze to feel anything but excitement at the prospect of being filled completely by both men. Theo's strong arms encircled you protectively as Mattheo began to press forward, the initial sting giving way to a foreign yet pleasurable pressure as he sank inch by inch into you.

"Oh god," you whimpered, feeling impossibly stretched and full. Your nails dug into Theo's biceps as you struggled to adjust to the overwhelming sensations bombarding your senses. Theo stroked your hair soothingly, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder as he waited patiently for you to acclimate.

The stretch and burn of Mattheo's girth slowly gave way to a deep, satisfying ache as he bottomed out within you. You let out a shaky exhale, your body trembling with the effort of accommodating both of them .

Theo's hands roamed your back, massaging the tension from your muscles as Mattheo began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside before surging back in to the hilt.

"How does that feel, hm?" Theo murmured, his voice a warm caress against your ear. "Such a dirty fucking girl, taking two cocks at the same time."

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” Mattheo groaned as he set a steady, relentless pace, driving into you with deep, powerful thrusts that made the bed creak beneath you. Each stroke hit a spot inside you that sent jolts of electric pleasure racing up your spine. You could feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock as he pistoned in and out of your clenching depths.

Theo's hands continued to roam your back, dipping lower to tease the curve of your ass, occasionally giving the cheek a firm squeeze. "You love this, don’t you? Being stuffed full of our cocks.”

As Mattheo's thrusts grew more forceful, his pelvis slapping against your ass with each reentry, Theo leaned in to capture your mouth in a passionate kiss.

Lost in a haze of ecstasy, all coherent thoughts fled your mind, leaving only primal instinct to guide you. You met Theo's lips hungrily, kissing him back with desperate fervor as you rolled your hips in tandem with Mattheo's increasingly frenzied movements and Theo’s relaxed ones.

The obscene squelch of lube and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh filled the room, punctuated by your ragged breaths and wanton moans. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core, threatening to snap at any moment as you hurtled towards the precipice of release.

"Don't stop," you gasped between kisses, your fingers tangling in Theo's hair. "I'm so close... Please..." You begged shamelessly, too far gone to care about how desperate you sounded. All that mattered was chasing the blissful oblivion that awaited you.

Theo broke the kiss, his chest heaving with exertion as he gazed down at you with a fierce, possessive hunger in his eyes. "Come for us, bella," he commanded hoarsely, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust up into you in sync with Mattheo's relentless pounding.

Mattheo reached around to rub your clit in firm circles, applying just the right amount of pressure to send you teetering on the brink. "Cum right on our cocks, baby," he growled, his teeth grazing your earlobe.

Their combined efforts pushed you over the edge, and with a high-pitched cry, you came undone. Your inner walls spasmed wildly around both cocks, milking them for all they were worth as waves of intense pleasure crashed over you.

Theo's grip on your hips tightened as he felt your pussy clamp down around his throbbing cock, the vice-like grip sending him hurtling towards his own climax. "Fuck, yes!" he snarled, burying himself deep inside you as his orgasm ripped through him. He came hard, flooding your insides with warmth as he emptied himself deep within you.

Mattheo followed suit moments later, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own peak. With a moan, he pulled out, his cock twitching as he painted your ass with his cum. He collapsed against your back, panting heavily as he nuzzled your neck.

“Well, you survived the Ghostface killers, miss final girl,” Mattheo teased. “You still scared?”

“Terrified.”

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