#lawyer!mattheo

[latenightwithpizza]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT !!!!! KAT THIS CAME OUT EVEN MORE AMAZING THAT I COULD IMAGINE IM LITERARLLY SCREAMING !!! I NEED MORE I BEG!!! 💗💘💗💘💗💘💗💘

You used to think Lorenzo Berkshire was perfect. / Until you realized the carefully curated perfection wasn’t for you, it was for his control. And Enzo was very, very good at control.

how did you just sum up enzo so perfecty right there - HE IS A LOVE BOMBER classic toxic man talent 😤

The slight gaslighting, the ever-so-subtle isolation from your friends, the way every ‘coincidence’ seemed to align just right in his favor. By the time you did, you were trapped in a web you didn’t know how to escape. Every your step was controlled, carefully calculated by Enzo's sweet smiles and cold eyes.

GOD KAT THIS IS JUST SO GOOD, imma need some Enzo fics from you I feel 👀🙏 cuz even this small sample you have his characterization down to the T!!!

enzo being able to bribe every lawyer off or them just running off scared until mattheo !!!!!

He was the defence attorney who won cases no one else would dare touch, to even look at. The man who had beaten aurors, ministers, and more corrupt officials than you could count. People said he had no fear. That he never lost. That he only defended those he deemed worthy, not caring much about the consequences. That money couldn’t buy his loyalty. LOVE CHEFS KISS BABAY

WITCH WEEKLY PLEASE HAHAH I love it also im giggling I got so excited at this small detail about the bored hot receptionist

Then her appraising gaze darted upward. She elegantly raised her perfect-shaped eyebrow as if reading and analyzing a potential competitor. There was disbelief and a hint of mocking in her gaze that said, 'How could he be waiting for you?' HEHEHEH it’s so giving a movie I feel

A single wall of floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the city skyline, and in front of them, seated behind a mahogany desk, was the man himself. sexy 🙂‍↕️🫠

The only thing that remained unchanged were his eyes. Dark, piercing, captivating, as if they knew all your dirty secrets that you trying to hide. OMG HES SO PRETTY UGGGGH 😍🥹🥹🥹🥹

Mattheo hummed, drumming his fingers against the desk. His lips tugged into a smug grin. "And you came to me. The unshakable, indispensable, and incorruptible Mattheo Riddle." / "Something like that," you mumbled almost reluctantly. CHEEK LITTLE SHIT

You were only halfway listening to the conversation when you realized you were shamelessly staring. Not at his face, exactly, but at the way he moved and held himself. The sharp flex of his fingers against the table as he spoke, the way his lips curled around every word, the smooth confidence in his voice as he tore through the evidence presented before him, the silent but almost palpable respect of his subordinates who listened attentively to his every word. It wasn’t the same smug arrogance from before — this was precision, intellect, power. And it was intoxicating. (LOVE THIS WHOLE FUCKING PARAGRAPH)

“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice like silk wrapping around a blade — captivating yet dangerous — making heat pool down in your stomach. “Another praise from you, and I'll think that you might start to like me.”

omg this line is so poetic I love it! I love you and I love this whole fic 10/10 my dear friend!!!

Devil's Advocate

Mattheo Riddle x FemReader

You never expected to need a lawyer — let alone him. Mattheo Riddle is infamous, both for winning impossible cases and for being insufferably arrogant while doing it. You don't trust him, but with your ex tightening his grip, you’re running out of options

Warnings: lawyer!au, psychological manipulation and emotional abuse from ex, swearing, power dynamics, legal drama, sexual tension, kinda slow burn. It's a mix of a modern!au and the wizarding world that is set after Hogwarts, ignoring the war.

Word count ~2,8k

A/N: I'm so excited about this one. Hope you'll like it too! And Enzo's girlies, I'm sorry. He's a bad guy here🤭

You used to think Lorenzo Berkshire was perfect.

Charming, attentive, the kind of man who remembered all the little things — a preference for fresh lilies over traditional red roses, the way you took your coffee, the book you offhandedly mentioned wanting to read. He was sweet, too. Thoughtful. A boyfriend from every girl's dream.

Until he wasn’t.

Until you realized the carefully curated perfection wasn’t for you, it was for his control. And Enzo was very, very good at control.

It took too long to see past the honeyed words and the expensive gifts, the way he made you feel like the most cherished person in the world. It took too long to recognize the patterns. The slight gaslighting, the ever-so-subtle isolation from your friends, the way every ‘coincidence’ seemed to align just right in his favor. By the time you did, you were trapped in a web you didn’t know how to escape. Every your step was controlled, carefully calculated by Enzo's sweet smiles and cold eyes.

And now? Now you were in trouble.

You wanted out. No, you needed out. But Enzo wasn’t the kind of man to just let go of what was his. He had money, charms, connections, and the ability to make things disappear. Every lawyer you approached? Gone before they could even hear your full case. Either bribed or scared off. The ones that weren’t? The ones that actually seemed interested? Well, they quickly lost that interest as soon as the stakes became clear and your ex's name left your lips. Unfortunately for you, Enzo had that effect on people.

All but one.

Mattheo Riddle.

You weren’t even sure why you went to him at first. Maybe desperation. Maybe because his reputation preceded him. Maybe because he was the only one left.

You knew his name since the school, of course. Everyone in the wizarding world did. But now people knew him for a whole different reason. He was the defense attorney who won cases no one else would dare touch, to even look at. The man who had beaten aurors, ministers, and more corrupt officials than you could count. People said he had no fear. That he never lost. That he only defended those he deemed worthy, not caring much about the consequences. That money couldn’t buy his loyalty.

And that last part was crucially important to you.

The sound of your heels echoed through the sleek marble floors of the law office, each step deliberate, controlled. You had to be. Because if you thought too much about the weight of the situation, about how you'd gotten here, you might just turn around and leave.

But you couldn't. And you wouldn't. Not when this was your last chance to break free.

The receptionist, an immaculately dressed woman with piercing eyes and a deep cleavage that could hardly be called decent, barely looked up from her 'Witch Weekly'. Her voice was lazily bored. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No." You swallowed, straightening your shoulders. "But Mr. Riddle is waiting for me."

Then her appraising gaze darted upward. She elegantly raised her perfect-shaped eyebrow as if reading and analyzing a potential competitor. There was disbelief and a hint of mocking in her gaze that said, 'How could he be waiting for you?'

"What's your name?" she said almost reluctantly.

Usually, you would flip people off for that gaze or tone. But now was not the right time or place to be bitchy. You gave her your name, your voice steadier than you felt, and after a beat, she inclined her head toward the heavy double doors at the end of the hallway behind her. "Go right in."

That was how you ended up here, standing in front of the office door, nerves coiled in your stomach. The brass nameplate on the door gleamed under the bright hallway lights.

Mattheo Riddle, Esq.

You felt your palms getting sweaty because of your nerves. But he was your last hope against Enzo. You couldn't back down now. So you took a deep breath, squared your shoulders, knocked softly, and opened the door.

The office was a sharp contrast to the pristine sterility of the lobby. It was warm wood-paneled walls, dark leather furniture, and a faint scent of smoke and something deeper, richer. Like expensive whiskey and old books. A single wall of floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the city skyline, and in front of them, seated behind a mahogany desk, was the man himself.

In that moment when you stepped into Mattheo Riddle’s office, the thought that you were in the wrong place crossed your mind. Not because you didn’t need help, your current predicament demanded it, but because everything about him, from the smug smirk to the unbuttoned collar of his tailored dress shirt, almost screamed trouble.

He didn't look up immediately, fingers tapping absently against the desk as he skimmed over a file. But then his dark eyes flicked up, locking onto yours with a sharpness that made your breath catch. His gaze flickered with recognition, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

“Well, well,” he drawled velvety, leaning back in his leather chair, fingers steepled together as he observed you like a cat might be looking at a particularly interesting mouse. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

'Fuck, he'd changed', you thought immediately. His features became more mature, sharper. Broad shoulders were wrapped in an expensive suit, as if his body and the costume were created to attract hungry or jealous glances. Plump lips, now without permanent cuts and wounds like in Hogwarts, were stretched into a familiar smirk that was both charming and mischievous. The only thing that remained unchanged were his eyes. Dark, piercing, captivating, as if they knew all your dirty secrets that you trying to hide.

You exhaled, gathering your thoughts together, and stepped further inside, not letting your nervousness show. "I need your help."

Mattheo leaned back in his chair, regarding you with an expression you couldn't quite read — amused, curious, or something else entirely. Then, with a slow and smug smirk, he gestured to the chair across from him.

You hesitated only a fraction before lowering yourself into the chair opposite him. It was plush, expensive, and did absolutely nothing to ease the tension coiling in your stomach. Mattheo watched you with the kind of patience that wasn’t patience at all. More like a predator toying with its prey, waiting for it to make the first move.

"You need my help," he echoed, that infuriating smirk not leaving his lips. "That’s interesting. Because I don’t usually take clients who walk in off the street without an appointment."

You felt a pang of irritation. 'Off the street? Like you were some kind of a homeless dog,' you scoffed mentally. But you convinced yourself to inhale deeply and regain your composure. You needed his help, and you honestly expected him to act all cocky. He'd always been like this, even as a teenager at Hogwarts.

The deep exhale left your lips as you forced yourself to meet his gaze directly. "I didn't have much of a choice. Every other lawyer turned me away. Or, more accurately, they were turned away for me."

His eyes flickered with a mix of something — amusement, intrigue, calculation. "Hmm, let me guess," he purred lowly with a knowing smirk. "Lorenzo Berkshire?"

You nodded, your fingers tightening into your lap involuntarily. "I assume you already know what he’s capable of."

Mattheo let out a low chuckle, tilting his head slightly in amusement. "Oh, I do. We go way back, Enzo and I. Hogwarts days, old friends, that sort of thing."

The words sent a chill down your spine. Fuck, you totally forgot about the fact that they were close. And now that meant he wouldn’t take your case. That meant he—

"But we aren’t friends now," Mattheo continued, his tone shifting, something dangerous and razor-sharp creeping beneath the previous amusement. "Haven’t seen him for three years," a dark and almost maniac flash flicked in his onyx eyes. "Which only makes this more… intriguing."

You exhaled slowly, forcing yourself to remain steady and not to show your relief too obviously. You didn’t want him to see how desperately you need his help. "He's been bribing and scaring off every lawyer I’ve tried to hire. And I can’t— I won’t stay trapped like this. I need someone he can’t buy," you said carefully.

Mattheo hummed, drumming his fingers against the desk. His lips tugged into a smug grin. "And you came to me. The unshakable, indispensable, and incorruptible Mattheo Riddle."

You arched a brow at his words. That arrogant prick. You wanted to shove his shit-eating smirk deep in his handsome ass. But instead you remained calm. You needed him. "Something like that," you mumbled almost reluctantly.

He grinned even wider, and damn him, even under these circumstances, even through your irritation and annoyance at his attitude, you could see why people were drawn to him. There was some dangerous charm to Mattheo, a confidence that didn’t just border on arrogance — he wore it like a finely tailored suit.

"Tell me everything, sweetheart," he mused finally, his tone playful yet calculated. Like he was amused and intrigued by this situation, but he also already had all the cards in this game. "Leave nothing out."

You swallowed, gathering your thoughts and nodding, and then began to speak.

As you recounted everything, how perfect Enzo had seemed at the very beginning, how he slowly and gradually tightened his grip on your life and choices, how things spiraled until you realized you were caught in something you couldn’t escape — Mattheo listened. Not just passively, but with an intensity that made you feel unease and your skin prickle. His dark eyes stayed locked onto yours, unblinking, absorbing every word, every pause, every unspoken fear woven between your sentences.

When you finally finished, Mattheo leaned back slightly, exhaling through his nose and rubbing his lower lip in thought. "He’s meticulous. I’ll give him that. But he made one mistake."

Your breath hitched. But you didn’t want to let your hopes up. He hadn’t said 'Yes' to you yet. So you asked a bit hesitantly and carefully, "What?"

"He underestimated you." Mattheo's smirk returned, sharper this time, like he was a predator who was ready to hunt their prey. "And now, he has to deal with me."

If you weren’t in this dreadful position right now, his dark and hawkish gaze'd probably intimidate you. But you were, so relief crashed through you so fast that you almost felt lightheaded. "So you’ll help me?"

Mattheo tilted his head, considering. "Oh, sweetheart, I was always going to help an old friend of mine. The moment you walked through my door and made this infinitely more interesting for me?" He leaned forward, his voice dropping just slightly, sending a shiver down your spine. "Enzo just became my newest problem. And I do love a good problem," he said with a playful wink.

You swallowed hard, heart pounding. You weren’t sure if you’d just made a deal with salvation — or with the devil himself. But in your desperate situation, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to care.

When you came home to your rented apartment later in the evening, where you were almost shamefully hiding from Enzo's all-seeing grab, you replayed this meeting in your head over and over again. The way Mattheo had grown up, how smug and lazily confident he was, the way his eyes changed color in the room's dimness. You quickly realized that your thoughts were going in some dangerous directions. So you shook your head in annoyance, turned on your side, and tried to sleep.

The next time you saw Mattheo Riddle, it wasn’t in the dimly lit intimacy of his office but in the cold sterility of a high-rise conference room. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the skyline behind him, the city sprawling out in golden lights as dusk settled. The room was all glass, steel, and polished surfaces — a battlefield for people who fought with words and knowledge instead of their wands.

You had expected to feel anxious, maybe even regretful about involving him, but watching him now, prowling the space with effortless confidence, you felt something else entirely.

Mattheo was in his element.

Seated at the massive conference table, you were flanked by paralegals and junior associates, people who worked for him, who hung onto his every word. They were efficient, sharp, and ruthless, but none of them commanded the room the way he did. Dressed in a crisp black suit, his tie slightly loosened, Mattheo carried an air of calculated chaos, as though he could dismantle the entire legal system with nothing but a boyish smirk and a well-placed argument.

You were only halfway listening to the conversation when you realized you were shamelessly staring. Not at his face, exactly, but at the way he moved and held himself. The sharp flex of his fingers against the table as he spoke, the way his lips curled around every word, the smooth confidence in his voice as he tore through the evidence presented before him, the silent but almost palpable respect of his subordinates who listened attentively to his every word. It wasn’t the same smug arrogance from before — this was precision, intellect, power. And it was intoxicating.

You realized almost reluctantly that you were turned on.

By his mind. By the way he held himself. By the way he had the attention of the whole room without even trying. By the way he saw everything ten moves ahead. By the fact that, for all his showmanship, Mattheo Riddle was undeniably, inescapably brilliant.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Mattheo murmured, sliding into the chair beside you during a brief break in the discussion. His cologne was expensive and subtle, something dark, woody, and spicy that made your stomach tingle. “Second thoughts?”

You exhaled, hoping he wouldn’t catch the way your pulse jumped and your eyes were glued to him during the discussion. “No,” you said, forcing your voice to stay level. “Just observing.”

He hummed, glancing at you with something amused and knowing in his dark, onyx eyes. “And? What’s your verdict?”

You should have played it safe, should have kept your expression neutral, but instead, your mouth betrayed you, saying the next words against your will. “You’re good.”

His smirk was slow, devastating. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured smugly, his voice nothing but a smoke curling under your skin. “You have no idea.”

Your throat felt suddenly dry, making you swallow slightly. “I think,” you said carefully, not wanting to show just how much he affected you, but failing miserably, “that you might actually be worth all the fuss around you.”

Mattheo leaned forward, close enough that you could see the flicker of something dark and knowing in his gaze. “Careful, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice like silk wrapping around a blade — captivating yet dangerous — making heat pool down in your stomach. “Another praise from you, and I'll think that you might start to like me.”

You weren’t sure if it was the arrogance in his smirk or the glint in his eyes that made your skin heat, but there was something about Mattheo Riddle in his element that was utterly infuriating. And unfortunately, undeniably hot and attractive.

And in this moment, you realized with a sinking feeling that pushing those thoughts aside was going to be impossible. Because watching him like this — ruthless, brilliant, completely in control over the situation, over the room, over you.

It was maddening.

You should have been focusing on the legal strategy, on how he was about to dismantle Enzo's grip on your life. But instead, you were hyperaware of the way Mattheo thrived in this setting, his words sharp as a blade, his presence overpowering.

And worst of all? He knew it too.

Because at one point, as you shifted slightly in your seat, trying to shake off the heat curling low in your stomach and between your thighs, his eyes flicked toward you, just for a second. A knowing, dark, amused glance, like he could sense the shift in your thoughts. Like he could hear them, taste them.

That absolutely insufferable, arrogant bastard.

You cleared your throat, straightened your posture, and forced yourself to focus. This wasn’t the time. This wasn’t the place. You were here to win your freedom back, not to get distracted by the handsome man who was helping you achieve it.

But then, as Mattheo turned back to the discussion, his voice a low, smooth, lazy drawl, you had a sinking realization.

This might just be the beginning of an entirely new kind of trouble.

[riddlesrizzler]

𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧! 𝙨𝙡𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨

headcanons of high power! slytherin boys.

warnings: i think there is one mention of sex, but none other than that.

⟡ ݁₊ . includes: ceo! mattheo, lawyer! theo, investment banker! draco, surgeon! enzo, and fbi agent! blaise.

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

If you ever thought that fate or religion was something that controlled the world, you would be mistaken. Instead of some divine fate ruling over the decisions of the people, it belonged to five men, the high power! slytherin boys.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵

⟡ ݁₊ .I believe that Draco and Blaise knew each other before the rest of the boys, but they all crossed paths during their elite university years- and institution known for breeding the rich, the brilliant, and the dangerously ambitious.

⟡ ݁₊ .Their friendship wasn't instant, because let's face it, they all have some sort of trust issues. It was built on sharp intellect, whispered secrets,and an unspoken understanding that they were different than the rest.

⟡ ݁₊ .I don't think Mattheo and Draco got a long at first. Probably because they were way too similar for their own good. But somewhere along the way, their dynamic settled.

⟡ ݁₊ .They were young, drunk on power and money, handsome men that all had the brilliant idea of living together.

⟡ ݁₊ . Draco would take care of the finances, making sure everything was paid on time (and took a little extra from each of them to funnel into an investment portfolio because he knew they were going to be successful).

⟡ ݁₊ .Mattheo threw the parties. Somehow, even with his cutthroat business-minded nature, Mattheo knew how to turn the place into a spot for the best exclusive parties. If there was alcohol, loud music and questionable decisions being made at 2 AM, it was his doing for sure.

⟡ ݁₊ .Theo hated messes. It was an unspoken rule that if you left your dishes in the sink for more than a day, he would throw them off their top story balcony. So I guess the rule was unspoken, but the message was very clear.

⟡ ݁₊ .You could never find Blaise, no one ever knew where he was half the time. He'd disappear for days, then show up nonchalantly like he had been there the whole time. Once Enzo tried to ask but Blaise shot him a look that sais, "You don't want to know."

⟡ ݁₊ .Enzo loved to cook for everyone (when he felt like it). He would make restaurant- level meals but only when he was in the mood. Otherwise, it was every man for himself.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤

⟡ ݁₊ .The Leader- Mattheo Riddle- not because he demands it, but everyone knows his dangerous reputation. When he speaks, they listen. When he decides, it's final.

⟡ ݁₊ .The Shadow- Blaise Zabini- the one who never says more than necessary but knows everything about everyone. He's the one they turn to for discretion, for quiet eliminations of problems before they become problems.

⟡ ݁₊ .The Strategist- Theo Nott- he sees the angles no one else does, plays the long game, and it the most morally ambiguous of them all. They never ask how he gets his information, only that it's always right.

⟡ ݁₊ .The Face- Draco Malfoy- the charmer, the one who can walk into any room and own it. He is the golden boy of the gorup, though with his sharp tongue and ruthless streak to prove he's just as cutthroat as the rest.

⟡ ݁₊ .The Wildcard- Enzo Berkshire- the brilliant surgeon with hands steady enough to save lives but a smirk that he'd rather be causing chaos. He keeps them entertains, diffuses tension with wit, but he's no less dangerous than the rest.

𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴

⟡ ݁₊ .Monday- 10:43 AM

Draco: Who used my name to buy three cases of expensive scotch and have it delivered to Blaise’s apartment?

Mattheo: That is a wild accusation, Malfoy.

Theo: Oh, so you’re not denying it?

Mattheo: I didn’t say that.

Blaise: I’ll take them.

Draco: NO. You all have your own money. BUY YOUR OWN.

Mattheo: But it tastes better when it’s technically stolen.

⟡ ݁₊ .Friday- 1:15 AM

Enzo: Why are there 57 missed calls in this chat.

Theo: Because your best friend decided it was a good idea to start a fight with a literal senator tonight.

Enzo: …which one of them.

Blaise: Mattheo.

Draco: Obviously.

Enzo: …Why?

Mattheo: In my defense, he started it.

Draco: By existing?

Mattheo: No, by saying my company was “soulless.” So I asked if his mistress thought he had a soul.

Theo: And that’s when security was called.

Blaise: I left before it got interesting.

Enzo: I hate this group.

⟡ ݁₊ .Sunday- 1:50 PM

Theo: If any of you come to my apartment unannounced again, I will press charges.

Mattheo: So dramatic.

Draco: This is about last night, isn’t it.

Theo: YES. I woke up to find Blaise sitting in my kitchen drinking my very expensive coffee and Mattheo asleep on my couch LIKE HE LIVES HERE.

Mattheo: I did live there. Once. Long ago.

Theo: Get out.

⟡ ݁₊ .Wednesday- 4:05 AM

Draco: Who the f— just tried to transfer 10k from our old college account?

Mattheo: …I can explain.

Theo: No, you really can’t.

Enzo: Why do we still have that account?

Blaise: I assumed Draco was hoarding it for an emergency.

Draco: I AM. So why is Mattheo spending it??

Mattheo: To fund a very important endeavor.

Draco: …which is?

Mattheo: Buying a ridiculous gift for my girlfriend.

Theo: I knew it.

Blaise: She’s got him whipped.

Mattheo: I REFUSE to be slandered like this.

Enzo: You tried to commit financial fraud for a woman who dresses like a fairytale character.

Mattheo: And I’d do it again

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴

⟡ ݁₊ .Ceo! mattheo x teacher- grumpy x sunshine

⟡ ݁₊ .No one will ever change my mind that ceo! mattheo and teacher! reader belong together.

⟡ ݁₊ .He is dark, sophisticated, and organized. While they are covered in glitter most of the time, holding a million papers that needed to be graded, all while sporting a very hungry caterpillar hat.

⟡ ݁₊ .They show him that the world isn’t all business deals and cutthroat conversations, that every once and a while he can be soft.

⟡ ݁₊ .Lawyer! theo x journalist- enemies to lovers

⟡ ݁₊ .He can twist words to make the most awful people in the world seem innocent, while journalist! reader wants the truth.

⟡ ݁₊ .They are fire and ice, always butting heads with each other. Arguments are their source of communication, but somewhere along the way, they see that they aren't so different from each other after all.

⟡ ݁₊ .Investment Banker! draco x politician- friends with benefits.

⟡ ݁₊ .Draco needs someone to keep up with him and his arrogant behavior, so when he meets politician! reader who commands the room like they own it, he knew he had found his match.

⟡ ݁₊ .It started off with a bet, who could get more connections at the end of a networking event, but then it leads to them in the bathroom ripping off each others clothes.

⟡ ݁₊ .Of course, it started as convenience. Something to help them both relieve tension, but then they start to find out that they aren't as heartless as they thought they were.

⟡ ݁₊ .Surgeon! enzo x bookshop owner- golden retriever x black cat.

⟡ ݁₊ .When teacher! reader brings around their good friend, bookshop owner! reader, who supplies the book to their classroom, enzo is completely in love.

⟡ ݁₊ .They are the total opposites of each other. enzo is loud, cocky, charming and bookshop owner! reader is... not.

⟡ ݁₊ .This however this does not stop enzo from coming into their store afterwork every day in order to pester them until he eventually convinces them to go out on a date.

⟡ ݁₊ .Fbi agent! blaise x art historian- slow burn.

⟡ ݁₊ .First time blaise meets art historian! reader is when he is at a gala at an art museum for a mission. But he finds himself staring at a piece, only to turn his head to see them also staring at the same piece.

⟡ ݁₊ .Art historian! reader loves mysteries. Things of the past that have been long forgotten and yet unsolvable, blaise? loves solving things.

⟡ ݁₊ .I think it would take a long time for them to admit their feelings to each other. They are both guarded in their own, quiet and reserved way, that I think it would take a while for them to fully trust each other.

𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭

⟡ ݁₊ .No one remembers exactly how it started, but their friensip was inevitable.

⟡ ݁₊ .What started as tension, rivalries, and underestimation turned into something unbreakable. They found in each other the only people that could keep up.

⟡ ݁₊ .Now? They run their industries. together. Because power is nothing without the people who will burn down the world for you.

[deadghosy]

How the Slytherin boys react to you driving crazy:

Ft. Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.

Warning: modern au, crash mentions, protectiveness

Tom Riddle

What makes you think he’s letting you drive??🤨🤨

He knows you can’t drive for shit so he’s taking the wheel

Have fun for him being your only Uber 🤷🏾

Mattheo Riddle

He’s either having fun, or he’s fucking scared

He would gripping his seat so hard, he’s not letting go as he screams

You probably flipped the car leaving him to be so protective….this mf starts to learn how to drive 😭

He’s literally driving you around as you are his princess/prince passenger

Draco Malfoy

You? Driving?

Not on Draco’s watch.

Bro has a driver for you already

Theodore Nott

You accidentally rear ended someone.

His car..his car…HIS FUCKIN CAR😨🙁🙁

He’s taking his out of your damn hands and putting you in the back seat as he cursed under his breath about his car.

You are banned from driving his car.

Lorenzo Berkshire

He passed out.

He rather pass out than being a witness in a car crash.

HE DIDNT DO SHIT MY LAWYER🗣️‼️‼️

Definitely banned you from driving ever again

[marvelshifter111]

Introducing my Marvel DR

+ master list

General info about me:

Name - E. Luna Z.

Age - 19

Job - Avengers

Code name - Nyx

Face claim - Madelyn Cline

About this DR:

Loki is one of the Avengers, after the events of the Attack on New York, Odin sent Loki to Earth as a punishment.

Frigga doesn't die in 'Thor: dark world'.

Bucky didn't kill Tony's parents and he becomes a part of the Avengers in 2016.

Bucky and Natasha are dating.

Pietro didn't die in Sokovia in 2015.

Tom, Mattheo and i became recruits of the Avengers in 2016. We trained for the first two years and did night patrol, we started with mission's when all of us turned 18, and even then we do them just if needed (I don't wanna get traumatized).

Tony doesn't sell the Avengers tower.

Natasha takes the Red Room down in 2018 and Yelena becomes and Avenger the same year.

The Avengers start working with TF 141 in 2019. (Don't ask)

The events from 'Thor: Ragnarok' last for 2 weeks.

Thanos attacks Earth in 2021.

Vision doesn't die in infinity war.

The Avengers bring back everyone that got blipped 5 months after the snap.

My powers:

entering dreams

‌inflicting nightmares/terrors

‌manipulating dreams

‌incarnation of dreams

‌exploring dreams

‌mind reading

‌flight

‌putting people to sleep

‌empathy

‌telepathy

‌mind manipulation

‌telekinesis

‌adaption

‌adaptive muscle memory

‌magic manipulation

‌healing

‌conjuration

‌transmutation

‌absorption

‌teleportation

My backstory:

I was born in Eastern Europe in October 2000.

My father is a millionaire (not Tony), my mother is a lawyer. I have a older brother and a younger sister. At some point my father cheated on my mother so they go divorced. He got married again, and that's how i got a step brother.

My friends and I got our powers in 2015 when we were on vacation together in the forest and there was a explosion in a Hydra base nearby

Our parents sent us to New York in 2016 and Tony recruited us in 2017, since then we've been in the Young Avengers

My siblings:

Father - Đorđe Z.

Mother - Ilona Nagy

Step mother - Rose Maybank

Brother - Vuk Rafael Z.

Sister - Andrea Elena Z.

Step brother - John J. "JJ" Maybank

My pet:

Mika

Father figure:

Bodyguard - Jason Smith

My friends

Avengers + TF 141

Amara Vega - gravity manipulation, 18 (turning 19 soon)

Mattheo Riddle - idk the powers yet, 18 (turning 19 soon)

Tom Riddle - mind control powers, 20 (turning 21 soon)

My S/O:

Loki Laufeyson 💚

Master list

My day

"the blonde - their brunette problem"

Me and Loki

Pets, Avengers pets

My room in the Avengers Compound

My aesthetic

Script and social

[storiesfromafan]

Moral of the Story

Mattheo x Fem!Reader

A/N: so I tried something different with this one. Also posting on my phone, will fix it up when I can get on a computer.

Summary: don't hate me for this being about Mattheo and the reader.

Moral of the Story

So I never really knew you

God, I really tried to

Blindsided, addicted

Felt we could really do this

But really I was foolish

Hindsight, it's obvious

It’s funny how an attraction to someone can turn to a crush, which can lead to liking that person. And before you know it you’re in a relationship. All the while barely knowing them. Though over the course of a relationship you are meant to learn about that person you have chosen. Learning their likes and dislikes, hobbies and interests, if they are a dog or cat person. But for you it hadn’t been like that. Blinded by the Angel face of the Slytherin heartthrob Mattheo Riddle.

Like many girls before, and probably not the last, his chocolate brown eyes and curly brown mop caught your eye first. Then there was that smile that made butterflies flutter in your stomach. And not to forget that charm he just radiated when he talked, eyes focused on his prey, drawing you in whole heartedly. Every ounce of the male screamed sex appeal, every girl's fantasy. The bad boy, heartbreaker of Slytherin. He would blindside the girl he was interested in, causing them to become addicted to him. He was the drug of choice, and every girl became a drug addict on him.

You had believed you could be end game, claiming his heart just as quickly as you had offered up your own. But the fool you were. Mattheo had done it time and time again. Showing interest in a girl, becoming infatuated but really it was a game. Seeing how long it took from the first flirty look he sent their way to obtaining that first date with them to Hogsmeade. Round two in his game was to see how long it took to kiss them, which usually only took half their date. Extra points if he could get a make out session out of them before getting back to Hogwarts. Round three was for those that he found himself interested in for longer than a month. That was borderline full relationship status. Only a few had made it there, yourself included. 

You were the exception though. For he chose to go full relationship with you, shocking all that watched your dalliance closely. Y/N L/N, the first girl to make Mattheo Riddle her boyfriend. That day was the happiest moment of your life so far. But with it came the looming shadow of those that wanted your head, though not literally. You had a target on your back from the moment you accepted to be his girlfriend of four months. Everything should have been obvious; Mattheo and his ways, the target on your back. You should have seen it coming.

Talking with my lawyer

She said, "Where'd you find this guy?"

I said, "Young people fall in love

With the wrong people sometimes"

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

You can think that you're in love

When you're really just in pain

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

In the end, it's better for me

That's the moral of the story, babe

Sitting in the Great Hall for lunch surrounded by your friends, you pushed your food around your plate. You were hungry but had no appetite for what was on offer. But you ate a few bites, which had been hard to swallow. The conversation your group was having was like white noise; you could hear it but did not focus on it, wanting to tune it out. If attendance wasn’t important you would have stayed in bed, wrapped in your blankets wallowing in self pity.

“What do you think Y/N/N?” Pansy asked drawing you from your mind.

You looked at her with a confused look. “Ah, come again?”

She sighed. “I asked what your thoughts on Snape’s pop quiz. But I think your head was somewhere else, no doubt dwelling on the sorry excuse of an ex”, her tone had been sharp.

You weren’t the only one hurting from your break up, though it was more Pansy wanting to hurt Mattheo for the number he had done on you. Pansy thought the world of you, after just clicking in second year over putting a couple Gryffindor girls in their place over your house; Slytherin.

“I know you cared for him Y/N/N” Pansy said with a pointed look, “mistake made, that’s alright. In the end it's better for you, save yourself true heartache. Once a player, always a player unfortunately”.

If only she truly knew that ship had already set sail. For this was true heartache. Stupidly on your part handing over your heart freely, though you had thought Mattheo was doing the same. Wrong. 

It's funny how a memory

Turns into a bad dream

When running wild turns volatile

Remember how we painted our house

Just like my grandparents did?

So romantic, but we fought the whole time

Should have seen the signs, yeah

Looking down the Slytherin table you saw him sitting with both Draco and Blaise, all three in a heated discussion. How you longed for those moments. Sitting by his side as they conversed on a number of topics. You would even weigh in on the discussion with your own two cents. And they all seemed to enjoy your input on their banter. Those moments were a fond memory. Along with the stolen moments between the two of you. Such as a snog session in a corner of the library. Or lazing under a tree in the courtyard, Mattheo’s head resting on your lap.

But with the good there were always those that were turbulent. In the beginning there were a few moments that had been rough, and maybe a red flag, but the happy moments outweighed the bad. The last month of your relationship there was more turbulence than ever. It started out as small things; comments on your friends, conversations with friends or others from different houses, being late to meet him, etc. You had words with each other before turning into full on arguments, that many thought would lead to one of you hitting the other. It was all so toxic.

Talking with my mother

She said, "Where'd you find this guy?"

Said, "Some people fall in love

With the wrong people sometimes"

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

You can think that you're in love

When you're really just in pain

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

In the end it's better for me

That's the moral of the story, babe

Sneaking out that night you found yourself in the Astronomy Tower, cigarette between your lips as you lit it up. The first draw hit the back of your throat in familiarity, holding that burn for a few seconds before releasing it in a puff of smoke. With the lack of appetite, cigarettes became an addiction, bringing you some twisted comfort. As he was the reason you found yourself smoking. You consider it a parting gift of some sort.

Leaning against the railing of the tower, you looked up at the night sky. Grateful you never brought Mattheo up here. Or else this space would be tainted, like everywhere else you used to like to go. The stars in the sky seemed dull tonight, possibly mirroring your melancholy mood.

With the silence of the tower you heard the footsteps clearly, faintly coming up the stairs and growing louder as they came closer to you. It had to be one of your friends. No one else knew this was one of your hiding spots.

“Here you are” signed Pansy. “I have been looking everywhere for you”.

“You caught me” you sighed, releasing another puff of smoke before taking another drag of the cigarette. A soft, sympathetic look crossed Pansy’s face. Which you didn't like one bit. “Don't look at me like that. I don't want or need your sympathy”.

“You got hurt Y/N/N. He hurt you” she said, refusing to use his name. A true friend to the end.

“Yeah, and my dumbass knew what it was getting into. I saw it all before I stepped up to the Quidditch pitch. I ignored the red flags Pansy. It’s on me”.

“No!’ She said, raising her voice. “It’s on him! He took it further with you, he made you his girlfriend. If he intended to be serious he needed to work on himself”.

She had a valid point, you know that. You had changed for him, he should have done the same for you. Be the best version of himself for you. That wasn’t his plan. His plan was to be himself, you change for him and he would take from you while finding his next play thing.

“Well they say it's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. That could be a load of shit” you said with your cigarette hanging from your lips while lighting it once more and taking another hit. “But that’s how it goes. Blinded by affections of the heart”.

“I understand that. But it’s still no excuse” retorted Pansy. “He could see how you felt, he chose to abuse that”.

But I just need to tell you all

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

You can think that you're in love

When you're really just engaged

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

In the end it's better for me

That's the moral of this story

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

You can think that you're in love

When you're really just in pain

“True, but I need to tell you some mistakes get made. That's alright, that's okay. In the end it's better for me, that's the moral of the story, babe” you said looking her in the eyes. “Chalk it up as a learning experience”.

“I don't disagree with your words. But I hate seeing you like this. It worries me” Pansy said, worry shining through her eyes brightly.

You gave her a soft smile that didn’t meet your eyes. “I know Pans. Honestly I am hurting, it sucks. But in time I will get over it, maybe not completely. Yet just enough to be some version of the old me. Promise”.

With those words, and a promise, Pansy let it be. And shortly after headed back to the Slytherin common room, you said you wouldn’t be far behind her. Alone once more, you continued to smoke your cigarette, your now old friend. You thought over what you had said to Pansy, the promise made. You weren’t sure if you believed your words or not. But hoped it was somewhat true. It gave you hope. Hope needed in a dark moment in this chapter of your life. Your first heartbreak, at the hands of Mattheo Riddle.

With the final drag of your cigarette, you put out the tip before flicking it over the edge of the tower. Taking one last look at the night sky, you saw a shooting star, a small sad smile forming on your lips. Taking your leave, you headed down the quiet staircase, along the portrait covered hall ways and back down into the depth of the castle, and the Slytherin common room.

Oh-oh, oh-oh (that's the moral of the story, that's the-)

(Oh-oh, oh-oh)

(Oh-oh, oh-oh)

A/n: any constructive criticism welcome 😊

[slasherbvnnie]

hello! not here with a post, but an update! For now, I will not post any requests nor be taking them until this coming friday. My new series Marry A Fucking Lawyer (involving an aged up J.D from heathers) will have its first chapter posted on the 1st! It will take place in a university setting and obviously involve dark themes. But for now, enjoy another photo of my latest etsy order, a blind date with a book but from a comfort character of your choice! I ordered mine for Mattheo Riddle, i love it so much😭 the shop is fantasyfurthermore on etsy, they shipped it super fast!

[raverinalavara]

GamerMattheoxReader

It had been a long day, you just wanted to get home and get out of the clothes from the day. Your light blue lotus ruffle shirt had coffee spilled down it from some newbie running into the elevator first thing in the morning. Your black skirt was ‘just short enough’ according to your sleazy ass boss…

Your lunch was interrupted by Pansy, Astoria and Daphne arguing about whose boyfriend loved them more. Even though you knew the answer, you didn't interfere, just got up and left having no energy to deal with them. 

It was an easy answer.. Theodore loved Daphne more than Draco loved Astoria. But Blaise loved Pansy more than any of them loved each other. The only couple in your group who could top them in that department was you and Mattheo. 

Mattheo had quite literally given everything for you.

Left his family, allowing himself to be disowned and leaving everything his very rich father left behind to his older brother. Then went on to build his own business, in which he was very successful. Him along with the other boys in your group owned a legal agency. Draco focused on Real estate and tax and bankruptcy law, Mattheo was a family lawyer, Theodore was more focused on business and corporate law.While Blaise, who came from a military family, focused on that type of law. 

You and the girls made up the marketing department at a company that sold beauty products. While the four of you often butted heads, you got work done. You protected each other in the office, and made sure that each other were heard. It was nice to be surrounded by people who trusted you, even if you did want to choke them sometimes. 

Your mind was wandering aimlessly as you got out of the car, making your way up the sidewalk. Rolling your eyes as you heard Mattheos voice yelling, at what you could only assume was his game. 

His head snapped towards you when you slammed the door shut before locking it, his eye brows pulling together as you walked past him towards your bedroom. Shutting that door too, peeling the ruined shirt from your body and quite literally kicking your shoes off. They hit the door with a thud, before everything else was thrown to the floor and you stepped into a warm shower. 

—

“Ooooo.. Man.. Sounds like Y/ns mad” Blaise teased Mattheo through his headset as they all heard the door slam shut. He watched your beautiful face as you grumbled to yourself and walked to your room. 

“Need to get off Mattheo?” Theodore asked, being probably the only other one who would get off their game for his woman. Mattheo went to say yes, but then heard the distinct thud of your heels hitting the door. 

He would have left the game the second you walked in if you had asked. You knew that. There was literally nothing he wouldn't do for you. It was a wide known fact. He had left everything he had ever known, allowed himself to live off you while he finished school. And leaned on the boys as they all started up their business. 

Now that he had everything he could ever ask for, he would give you anything and everything your mind even thought about wanting for a second. You two were the only ones in the group who were married, the only ones who owned a home together. And the only ones besides Pansy and Blaise who lived together full time. 

Everything he had was yours.

When the shower started he sighed before looking back to the large flat screen on the wall. “Nah, if I go in there now she will probably strangle me. Might have to when she's done in the shower though so let's wrap this round up, yeah?” 

____

You felt slightly better after a shower. 

You were still stressed and tense, but you knew the cure for that.. 

It was sitting out on your sectional, big stupid headset on his stupid head. Mic down by his stupid mouth, lips speaking stupid words to his stupid friends.. 

You braid your hair back before smearing Coco Chanel No. 5 body butter across your skin. Allowing the unapologetic spicy-sweet amber with a romantic touch of rose scent to fill your nose. It was Mattheos number one favorite perfume that you had. 

Wrapping yourself in the emerald green silk slip Pansy got you for your birthday, you grabbed your phone before heading out to the living room. 

“NOO! COME ON MAN!” Thedores voice boomed through Mattheos headset as you walked around the couch. The second you had come into his line of sight, he had forgotten about his game causing Theodore to die. 

Mattheo couldn't even apologize as he stared at you. The color looked good with your skin tone, the silk practically a second skin. He could make out your hard nipples as you flicked through something. His mouth watered at the sight of you, his gorgeous wife, as you plopped next to him kicking your feet over his legs. 

“Hey gorgeous” Mattheo said ignoring the grumbles from the guys along with a whip sound from Blaise. He let go of the controller with one hand, running his fingers up your calf to just above your knee as he watched your face. 

You tried to not smile, but you couldn't help it, just hearing his voice made you feel better. Biting your lip you looked over at the screen, seeing now they were all back in the lobby. You were sure that someone was groaning about how Mattheo was the only one who hadn't readied up. 

But here he was completely ignoring them, setting his controller on the coffee table and pulling his headset off. Then moving to hover over you, running his hand up your thigh and over your slip to your hip. Squeezing slightly before pressing his lips to yours softly, well it would've been softly if you hadn't pressed back harshly. 

Your hands quickly found his hair though, tugged and biting down on his bottom lip at the same time. The groan that left his throat made you warm, loving hearing any noises he made. He kissed you back just as hard, even more passionately before breaking away when his lungs burned. 

“Your game is waiting.” You said softly foreheads pressed together as you tried to slow your breathing. Mattheo shook his head, he could hear Draco practically yelling his name but he didnt care. He wanted to know that you were alright, needed to know that you were ok before he did anything else. 

“You are, and always will be, more important.” He said softly, pressing his lips to yours again, “The most important thing to me.” He kissed both your cheeks, then the tip of your nose before stopping and holding his lips against your forehead. 

You absolutely loved how affectionate he had grown to be. It was hard in the beginning, his dad having taught him that loving someone is a weakness. That all women are good for is sex, and producing and heir. 

But somewhere along the way, you had shown him that loving people gave him strength. You knew what he needed at this moment, knew he needed to know if you need his undivided attention right now. Or if you wanted to just exist together like you did most nights. 

You giggled a little, before looking up at him, his dark eyes sparkled with unspoken love. You whispered that you were alright, and he nodded, kissing you once more before leaning back into his spot. Once he resituated his headset and grabbed the controller he set your legs back in his lap, scooting so your ass was pressed against his thigh. 

“Alright ya dicks, I'm back, stop yelling.. You all know your place on the food chain, calm down.” He said as he readied up, looking over at you with a scoff and a smile as he rolled his eyes at his friends. You giggled before scrolling through your library and trying to find a book to read. 

That's how it went for about an hour, Mattheos fingers trailing your legs in between rounds. Him leaning down and kissing you quickly between respawns. And you reading a dirty book, that would make most girls blush. 

Mattheo knew that's what you had to be reading, because the longer you read the more flustered you were becoming by his fingers touching your skin. He tried to ignore it when you started to rub your thighs together, but it was hard. Most peoples sex lives died down after marraige, but yours stayed the same. 

Just as he was about to call it a night you set your phone aside, cheeks pink in what almost seemed like embarrassment. “Hold on guys, I gotta piss..” He said hearing the others agree to a ten minute break as he looked over at you. Clicking his mic off so the others couldn't hear he smiled, “What's up darling.. What's the look for?”

You pulled your lip between your teeth slowly moving to stand in between his legs, his hands resting on your thighs as he kissed the fabric over your hip. You ran your hands through his curls once, then again but yanked his head back this time. The gasp that came out of his mouth sent little waves of pleasure straight to your core as his cheeks heated. 

You lightly pushed him back, keeping one hand in his hair as you settled over his thighs. Kissing his neck and warm cheeks before tugging on the hem of his t-shirt. He got the picture quickly and practically ripped it off before connecting his lips to yours in a messy kiss. 

“I want to try something.. Something we haven't done before..” You said against his lips, before kissing down his jaw and neck. Sucking in a few spots lightly knowing they would be gone before monday. He leaned back and nodded as his hands settled, one on your hip one on your thigh. 

“Tell me what you want.. You know I'll do anything..” 

You smiled standing quickly and pulling him with you, he went to reach to turn his console off but you shook your head. He looked confused but stood back up and waited for you, gasping a little when you pushed his sweats all the way down to his ankles and wrapped your hand around him. 

Mattheos hands slowly trailed up your thighs, grasping the silky fabric that covered his second favorite view and pulled it over your head. After he stepped out of his sweats, he sat back on the couch, pulling your bare body to his. Relishing the feeling of your skin against his, breathing in the sweet scent of your lotion as he kissed across your shoulder. 

While he was still confused, he wasn't about to voice anything, he didn't want to stop whatever was going on. So he quietly pushed his hips up, grinding his hardening cock against you swallowing the soft moan you let out with his lips. When you grinded back down, his hands tried to move to your hair. 

Normally he would like your hair being braided, but now he just wanted to wrap the soft tendrils around his fingers. So he quickly pulled the ponytail holder out of the end and gently unwove your hair. Before harshly grabbing a fist full while using his other hand to push your hips down. 

“Not that I'm complaining.. But if we are going to do this, let me tell the guys I've got to go or at least just log me off so they won't sit there and yell.” He said against the base of your throat before biting down kinda hard. 

You shook your head, and opened your mouth to speak just as Theodore's voice came through the little speakers. “Ey yo.. I'm ready..” Smiling you leaned back, Mattheos tight grip on your hips keeping you in place as you grabbed the controller and the headset. He watched you with wide eyes as you placed it on his head, flicking the little switch and handed him his controller. 

‘Be a good boy’ You mouthed as you heard the other guy's answer.

“I'm ready when you are.. Pansy just went to bed so Ive got all night..” Blaise said cockily. 

“Perk of being in a bachelor pad Zabini.. I always have all night..” Draco said..

“Ya but you sleep in a cold cold bed.. Don't ya daddies boy” Blaise joked back causing Theodore and Mattheo to laugh loudly. Mattheos laughter was cut off though, when you grinded down on his mostly hard cock. 

He shot you a ‘what are you doing’ look, before noticing the pinkness in your cheeks. Then he realized… This is what you wanted.. 

He realized as your hand came down and grasped him, rubbing his tip through your wet folds. He tried to hold back the groan that was building in his throat as you slowly lowered onto him. But it didn't work, and it came out much breathier than he would have hoped. 

“Uhh.. You good bro?” Theodore asked awkwardly as Mattheos head tilted back a little. You paused, waiting for him to answer. Just as he took a shallow breath to say ‘ya im fine’, you dropped the rest of the way down. 

When your ass hit his thighs, and he was fully seated in you, he groaned again before letting one hand grip your ass cheek. He was practically begging you not to move, even though that was all you wanted to do. 

While you had no problem letting others hear you, or your activities, Mattheo was a very vocal lover. He loved telling you what to do or say, loved telling you how you were making him feel. He would point out all the things he loved about you, or just tell you over and over again that he loved you. 

Now, while playing with his friends, he had two choices.. Be that vocal and deal with the comments his friends would make.. Or stay quiet. 

After a moment, that you were sure was awkward for the others he finally answered. “Yeah.. I'm good, my wife is just a little needy is all.” He said cockily as he found what he thought was a fraction of self control. You let him have it for now, just leaning forward and resting your head on his shoulder. 

“Uh.. We can let you go.. If you wanna.. Ya know..” Blaise said and you could just picture him rubbing the back of his neck. 

“No we cant.. Turn the mic off or let us hear, I don't care but we can't do this shit three people..” Draco said he was the selfish one of the group. There was a reason Astoria had her own flat, she didn't really want to live with Draco. Draco wanted his ‘Bachelor pad’ so she let him have it. 

Mattheo rolled his eyes, before trying to focus. His arms wrapped around you, hands on the controller as you rested against his shoulder. He got about fifteen minutes into his game before Draco felt the need to make another comment. 

“Did you turn your mic off, or are you that boring in the bedroom Riddle?” 

That got the teasing going, “Technically doesn't he play in the living room? That's boring in the living room buddy?” Theodore laughed. 

“Poor Y/n, maybe you should send her my way..” Draco said, knowing that it would get a reaction out of his best friend. They all knew that he was ferociously protective and very very possessive. He didn't normally have to act on it, because you were always willing to show everyone who you were with. 

Plus since marrying you, his possessiveness had died down. He literally put a ring or five on it. You have his class ring on your right middle finger from high school, your promise ring from college had been resized to fit on the left pointer finger. Your thumb had a Tanzanite and (Your birthstone) ring that had small diamonds around the band. Then your engagement ring and wedding band. 

A 2.5 carat emerald cut emerald, that was pulled from a necklace his mother owned. 1 carat baguette cut diamonds rest on each side of it. Wrapped together in a sleek platinum band. Beneath that was a platinum band full of small but brilliant diamonds. 

“Nah, I'm here Malfoy.. I'm no nowhere near boring.. Don't think I would have kept her this long if I was.” Mattheo said laughing, now going slightly out of his way to not protect Draco. He was slightly annoyed with his stupid comments today. Draco as always thought he had life figured out, he would let his girl come over, fuck her and send her home. 

How Astoria put up with it, Mattheo would never understand.. After spending their first night together his Senior year, Mattheo was hooked on you. When he started College and you were still in your senior year, it was pure hell. 

He couldn't count the number of nights you fell asleep on facetime with each other. The weekends that one of the two of you would make the drive back and forth just to spend a little time together. While the others struggled with their loyalties, Draco cheating a few times, he never did. 

Mattheo just struggled with his best friend, and the perfect cuddle buddy being so far away. But when you made it through that, he knew you would make it through anything. And you have made it through too much. Things that normally would have broken anyone, but you were soulmates. 

Mattheo heard Draco scoff, so he lifted his hips thrusting into you causing you to gasp and remember what you had planned on doing in the first place. Your sleepy mind started to wake, shifting back and forth until both your knees were firmly placed on either side of his hips. You wanted him to keep playing, and thankfully the TV was large, ridiculously large in your opinion. 

And it was placed high on the wall after your harlequin great dane puppies knocked the last one over. Between that and his height he could still see his game and you gripped his shoulders and rocked your hips. “Which side is the mic on? Or is it both?” You asked in a husky voice that caused Mattheos eyes to dart between the screen and your lips. 

When he didn't answer you lifted up a little before dropping back down, bottoming out again. “Oh fuck.. Right side.. I'm pretty sure it's right side..” He said quickly as all the guys stopped talking. When you rocked your hips slowly watching your husbands cheeks heat you smiled. Leaning down to press open mouth kisses sloppy and loudly across his chest rocking harder until he let a small moan out.

“Shit.. Are you guys really..” Blaise said, stumbling over his words as he pulled his phone out calling Pansy who was ‘asleep’ in their bed. He knew she wasn't, she laid in there and watched shows on her phone because she didn't want to hear them all talking. 

Yet another reason that everyone always said you and Mattheo were the top couple. It didn't matter what the other was doing, you were almost always together. He was sure that nine times out of ten you were sitting next to Mattheo on the couch as he screamed at them over this dumb game. 

Just like the million times Mattheo went to bookshops, or conventions with you. Blaise knew that man would go to the nail salon or spa with you if you asked, but thankfully for him you had a few girl friends. You are also pretty independent and would go alone if you really wanted to go.

“No fucking way.” Theodore said as he also pulled his phone to text Daph who was on her was over with pizza. He wanted her to be quiet when she came in. Your whole little friend group has always.. Been very open. 

All the girls had messed around, Astoria only once, Theodore wouldn't be shocked if Pansy was sitting right next to Blaise. You all had seen each other naked before. Theodore had slept with both you and Pansy in high school, being in the same grade as you. 

Draco had slept with Theodore, Pansy, Daphne and Astoria. 

Blaise had slept with Pansy and Daphne and messed around a little with Theodore. 

Mattheo was the only one who had never done more than make out with anyone but you. He was so addicted to you, that he couldnt even stay hard if he tried to fuck someone else. The guys all thought he took dedication to a completely different level. 

“Nope.. I don't believe it.. We aren't in college anymore.. We are in our fucking late twenties, no way your still letting her play games like this Riddle.” Draco scoffed, he didn't believe it. He didn't want to. One of the main reasons he always refused to take a step forward in his relationship was because he was convinced that the fun would die down once they did. 

Of course Mattheo and Blaise always told him that wasn't true, but he figured they had to say that. Especially Mattheo who was married, and trying to have a baby soon. 

A fucking baby.. Mattheo fucking Riddle.. Having a baby.. 

While Malfoy was still technically single.. 

Dracos words came at the perfect time as the round ended and Mattheo dropped the controller, gripping your throat harshly pulling you forward into a searing kiss. His hips grinding up into yours as your tongues moved against each other. 

His other hand trailed down your back, squeezing your ass harshly before coming around to your pussy. His fingers quickly find your clit pressing down and rubbing small circles. You ripped your lips off his and moan loudly “Fuck Theo..” you moaned as you leaned back resting your hand on his knee giving him more room to touch you. 

The game at this point was completely forgotten by everyone. 

“That was.. Weirdly hot..” You heard a female voice say. 

“Daph?” You said as Mattheos hands moved slowly up your stomach to your breasts. Pinching both your nipples before leaning forward and taking one in his warm mouth. The one left unattended was soon being massaged by his other hand, but only for a moment. As he left the one fall out of his mouth with a lude ‘pop’. 

Your mind couldn't process Daphne saying she was there as you pushed your husbands shoulders back. Your hands gripping his shoulders as his arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you in a way. You raised your hips off his before slamming back down, knowing the breath out of you both. 

You set a punishing pace as Mattheo used his arms to help lift you, knowing this would help you not get worn out so quickly. “God baby.. You're so wet and tight around me.. Over ten years and you're still not used to me..” He said somehow keeping his headset on as he buried his head in your neck. 

“You're so big Theo.. Feel bad for Pans and Daph.. Never got.. Ahh..” You tried to finish but Mattheo started meeting each of your thrusts with harder ones of his own. You choked out a moan before his hand reached up and gripped your throat. 

“Fuck Y/n Stand up.. Now.” 

You stood up and turned around knowing which way he wanted you to face. “Wanna hear how boring I am Malfoy?” He said in a demanding tone that gave you goosebumps. 

What you didn't know was it also gave Pansy, Daphne and Theodore goosebumps. “If Dray doesn't, shit I do..” you heard Pansy say, causing Daphne, Theodore and Mattheo to laugh. 

“Well.. You heard the lady, darlin’.. They want a show, guess we are giving them one..” 

Draco scoffed again, he couldn't believe this was happening.. What he really couldn't believe was when the groupchat went off. 

Teddy- Anyone else touching themselves tonight.. 

Teddy- No? Just me.. That's ok 

Pansy- Not alone, that's good

Blaise- I'm right next to you, you're clearly not alone.

Ass- What are we talking about?

Daph- Nothing you would be interested in sis.. Go to bed..

Daph- But for real, Teddy Im right next to YOU.. 

Daph- Dumbass..

Draco- Your all stupid. 

As Draco tossed his phone aside, he did something he never thought he would do.. He pushed his shorts down, and closed his eyes. Allowing himself to get off to the sounds you were making. 

The same thing all of your friends, besides Astoria, were doing at the same time. 

Mattheo ripped the headset off, setting the TV so you could hear through it, while the mic still worked. He lined himself up behind you before pushing into you, both of you moaning loudly. He kissed your shoulder as you adjusted to the new angle. When you nodded, he whispered in your ear, lips brushing the shell causing you to push back against him. 

“Im gonna fuck you hard.. You know what to say.. I love you Y/n..” 

Before you could respond his hand closed around your throat, cutting off just a little air as he pulled almost all the way out. When he slammed back in, the sound of your skin slapping filled the room, over and over and over again. “Fuccckk.” He moaned out pulling you back further and turning your head so he could try and kiss you. 

A shameless moan left your lips as his pace picked up. One of his hands holding you in place by the throat, the other squeezing your breasts back and forth. The soft flesh giving way under his needy and harsh grip. Neither of you could control the sounds coming out of you. 

This moment was no different than it would've been any other time. Even hearing Pansy and Theodore moaning through the Tv, it just enhanced the experience. You could feel yourself slipping into that fuzzy place in your mind, the place that made you moldable to Mattheos will. 

His chest was rising and falling quickly against your back  as your knees started to shake. Mattheos hand started to tighten, cutting off your air as he slowly lifted you by the neck. Allowing you to stand just on the tips of your toes. The buzzing grew every second that you couldn't breathe. 

“You like it when I choke you.. Don't you baby..” Mattheo said already knowing the answer, but when you nodded he chuckled and set you back down. Releasing a little, but not letting go, “You're gonna have to answer for the group Pretty girl..” 

“Yes Theo.. Love it when you choke me.” 

You heard a groan come loudly through the TV, chuckling a little when you realized it was Theodore. Who also goes by Theo in other groups, in yours he's Teddy. But that doesn't change the hotness of it for him. 

Soon Mattheo is lifting you again, black spots sparkling around your vision and your lungs start to burn from the lack of oxygen. If you didn't have so much experience with each other you would panic, but Mattheo knew your body better than you did. He let you go just enough for the balls of your feet to hold you up. 

Barley dragging in air, just enough to be ok, you somehow managed to moan when his fingers started swiping back and forth over your clit again. Between the breath play and his cock pistoning into you, you were releasing all over him. You didn't even have time to say anything before it happened. 

“AAHH.. Theo.. Fuckk.. Theo.” You moaned as his hand let go of your throat to keep holding you up. He moaned as your pussy clenched around his cock, “God, Y/n squeezing me so hard.. So damn tight..” 

Pansys voice practically screamed through the TV at Blaise not to stop, that she was close. Thedore voiced a similar plea to Daphne. Draco must've turned his mic off, because he was still active but no noise was coming through. 

Mattheo lowered you to the soft carpet, flipping you to your back before lining up and pushing back into you again. An animalistic pace set as he moaned loudly, “so wet.. All mine..” He said before kissing you ridiculously hard. 

Your fuzzy mind struggled to keep up with his lips, but he clearly didn't mind. 

His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you into each of his thrusts. His cock never left you as he pulled out and slammed back in. His tip brushing over your g-spot almost every time he moves, causing little moans and screams to leave your mouth. 

His moans started to get louder as you arched your back into him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Arms thrown under his arms, nails digging into his back, ripping bleeding lines down the flesh just like he loved. 

The small white scars he carried every day from your nails were one of his favorite things about his body. Everytime a new one showed up, his chest warmed with love and pride. 

One of his arms quickly wrapped around your back, lifting you so he was holding you up. He was on his knees thrusting up into you, in an almost impossible position. But he was so deep in you, you were both certain if you looked down you would be able to see his cock in your stomach. 

His teeth bit down onto your breast, leaving behind his teeth marks, right next to his initials he carved on your wedding night. He groaned loudly in time with two other people, who seemed to be Blaise and Daphne. 

The room was now filled with an obscene amount of skin slapping. It was clear that not only were you two having sex, but now the other two couples were too. Daphnes and Pansys moans mixing with yours as Blaise spoke “God this is hotter than I thought it would be.” 

You looked down into the beautifully dark eyes of Mattheo Riddle. The only man you had ever loved. The person who owned your entire being. He looked up at you, an angel among men in his opinion. Your tits bouncing in his face as his thrusts slowed down, laying you back down as he felt your pussy fluttering around him again. 

Now instead of hard and frantic his thrust were slow and deep, meaningful as he looked down at you. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he made love to you, the sounds of your friends fucking drown out. It was just the two of you, your foreheads pushed together as your bodies moved together. 

In a rhythm you knew so well. Your lips brushed against each other as you spoke quietly, keeping this moment just between the two of you. “Put a baby in me Riddle..” The moan that left his lips and one deep thrust was all it took to throw you over the edge. His deep husky moan makes you feel things nobody else has ever made you feel. 

One final thrust on his part as he yelled ‘Fuck’. What was perfect was Theodore and Blaise both said it at the same time. So while Mattheos cum was shooting out of him, and into you, making his head fuzzy as he started talking. While he could obviously hear the others, he didn't really process them listening as he spoke. 

“God.. I can't wait to see you round and glowing.. Full of my babies..” When he was sure that he was done cumming, he couldn't force himself to move. Even though his legs burned, he was pretty sure his knees were raw, he couldn't move. Couldn't pull out, while he wanted to see his cum leaking out of you, he really wanted it to just stay up in you. 

So while you both laid there catching your breath, he stayed most soft, plugging you up, and keeping his babies inside you. You both slowly started to become less fuzzy, hearing each of the couples saying they were logging off. Before Mattheo smacked his hand around to find the controller, turning his console off too. 

When he finally pulled out, he leaned back to watch as he leaked out of you. Pushing his cum back in with his fingers before it hit the carpet. Hushing you as you whined from the sensitivity. Mattheo pulled you up into his arms as he stood, slowly walking to the bathroom. “Time for a bath.. Then bed.. And a big breakfast in the morning.” He said as he kissed your forehead, thanking whatever gods existed for having you in his life.

This is my first time posting something like this.. I have a few more for some other characters written that just need editied. IF you like this please let me know, or give me pointers. Im also down for trying out requests Thanks loves!

[1-800-minji]

⌗ 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐬 !!!

- > ❍, ⌗ click here! to view minji’s masterlist

a/n: inspired by the lovely @enha-sooa !!! not reread!!!

##minji:: my family gave up everything for me to be here so I'll make them proud !!!

## FATHER !!! Jeon Marvolo

Profession; company owner ; former lawyer (diplomat)

Contact name; dad

Her father fully supports her with her career! he would always watch all the award shows and if they won an award he would send her a message congratulating her. He never missed any shows where nct dream has been invited to. Nct's first fan! Growing up he never had time with minji so he's been making up for that by meeting up with her.

## MOTHER !!! Jeon Noemi [deceased]

Her mother has always been there for her! She was minji's pillar growing up; would always set aside everything for her daughter!! love minjis so much! she always supported minji with her dreams and would help her to achieve them even if her husband disagrees. Close to nct dream she would make their food and would always call them to check up on the kids.

Profession; surgeon

Contact name; mommy🤍

##OLDER BROTHER !!! Jeon Mattheo 1995

Theo loves minji to bits. father figure #2. since her father wasn't around he would always do everything for minji. he taught her lots of important things and would take her to do anything even if he doesn’t enjoy it !!! he is also close to nct dream. he thinks of the members as his little brothers. he loves her so much that Theo would give up everything just to make her happy.

Profession; entrepreneur ; company owner

Contact name; theo 🤍

## OLDER SISTER !!! Jeon Natalie 1994

Minji's best friend. taught minji everything she needs to know. the oldest so she takes care of everyone. would always talk about her siblings and how they inspired her. really loves minji since minji is her only sister. made a whole collection inspired by minji. she lives in Paris and is hundreds of miles away from her sister but would always make sure that she called minji. she so made minji ambassador of chanel along with jennie of blackpink.

Profession; Designer of fashion brand + entertainer

Contact name; nat 💋

## YOUNGER BROTHER !!! Jeon Nicolas 2002

Minji's little brother. really takes care of minji :( even though nico is younger he acts older. fight all the time usually, it's about each other's health. superrrrrr close with nct dream and sm idols. Nico, minji, jisung and chenle are all best friends. 01z + 02z. they would all hang out. it makes nico so happy that she's in good hands. he loves her so much and so does she.

Profession; influencer

Contact name; nico🖕🏻

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I may or may not be posting something yummy for Mattheo today. A lil sneak peek — he's a cocky lawyer who's helping our poor reader out there 😏

I'm so excited about this. And huge thanks to @pizzaapeteer for jamming and yapping about it with me. I swear, I haven't giggled that much while writing before 🤭

[riddlesrizzler]

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

lawyer! theo would absolutely lose an argument with you if you flashed him.

all i can see is him in full argumentative mode, ready to win, even if it’s over something small. and then you flash him those pretty tits of yours… done for.

[riddlesrizzler]

𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙮𝙚𝙧! 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙤

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

⟡ ݁₊ lawyer! theo has a reputation as sharp as the suits he wears-precise, impenetrable, and utterly forgiving. Specializing in high-stakes cases that others wouldn’t dare touch, he operates in a world where morality is negotiable, and the law is merely a tool to be wielded by those who understand its nuances. lawyer! theo is a man of few words, but when he speaks, his voice carries the weight of unspoken threats and undeniable authority.

⟡ ݁₊ .He is known for his meticulous attention to detail, and unshakable composure that borders on unnerving, and a mind that works three steps ahead of everyone else in the room. His clients don’t seek him out for kindness or idealism- they hire him because he wins, regardless of the means. There’s no grand sense of justice in his work, no illusions of being the hero. To him, the law is a chessboard, and he plays to checkmate.

[riddlesrizzler]

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

currently thinking about high power au! slytherin boys. kicking my feet and giggling. might make headcanons of their friendship.

[riddlesrizzler]

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

-work in progress

-requests open!

all of my work is my own. please don’t copy, steal, or translate it without my permission. thank you!

mattheo riddle

⟡ ݁₊ .The World Ended When it Happened to Me

⟡ ݁₊ .The Price of Knowledge

⟡ ݁₊ .The Girl in the Bumblebee Tights

⟡ ݁₊ .My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

- au! work

⟡ ݁₊ .alien! mattheo

୨୧ down bad

⟡ ݁₊ .boxer! mattheo

୨୧ Hit Me With Your Best Shot

୨୧ The Swan and The Fighter

⟡ ݁₊ .ceo! mattheo

୨୧ Fate in a Coffee Cup

୨୧ A Shot of Warmth (pt. 2)

୨୧ Brewing Something More (pt.3)

⟡ ݁₊ .father! mattheo

୨୧ Deliver Us From Temptation

⟡ ݁₊ .mechanic! mattheo

୨୧ Overheated

⟡ ݁₊ .vampire! mattheo

- headcanons

⟡ ݁₊ .hufflepuff! reader

⟡ ݁₊ .ravenclaw! reader

⟡ ݁₊ .slytherin! reader

⟡ ݁₊ .gryffindor! reader

⟡ ݁₊ .food sensitive! reader

theo nott

⟡ ݁₊ .lawyer! theo

draco malfoy

⟡ ݁₊ .investment banker! draco

enzo berkshire

⟡ ݁₊ .surgeon! enzo

blaise zabini

⟡ ݁₊ .fbi agent! blaise

slytherin boys

⟡ ݁₊ .high power! headcanons

⟡ ݁₊ .We’re All Mad Here

- drabbles

⟡ ݁₊ . crafting chaos

⟡ ݁₊ .Lost and Found (with ribbons)

reader au!

⟡ ݁₊ .teacher! reader

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Masterlist

★ - angst; ♡ - fluff; ✵ - series; smut - *

Mattheo Riddle

✵★ Tainted touch - part 1, part 2, part 3

♡ Looks better on you

♡ Addiction

♡ I got you*

♡ Yours

✵ Lawyer!au - Devil's Advocate

Theodore Nott

★ Unspoken

[slasherbvnnie]

Masterlist

Welcome to my Masterlist, please check below for character works. Some characters may have poly writings with others, so please mind for cross tags. Click the character of your choice below to see what i’ve written for them.

♡ fluff

☆ smut

✧ angst

✿ misc

Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Draco Malfoy

-George Weasley

       Two Can Play That Game  ♡

-Fred Weasley

        Two Can Play That Game  ♡

-Ron Weasley

-Neville Longbottom (best boy)

-Mattheo Riddle

         Cinnamon and Cigarettes  ♡ ✧ ☆

Heathers

-Jason Dean aka J.D.

        Marry a Fucking Lawyer

-Veronica Sawyer

Scream

-Billy Loomis

       Until We Found You   ♡ ☆ ✧

       Who’s Watching Billy  ♡ ☆ 

-Stu Macher

       Until We Found You  (Parts 1-9)♡ ☆ ✧

       Dirty Little Secret  (Parts 1 and 2)♡ ☆

       Blood Candy Hearts  ♡ ✧

       The Perfect Girl  ☆ ✧

-Ethan Landry

-Charlie Walker

Marvel

-Peter Parker

-Steve Rogers

-Namor

Stranger Things

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Billy Hargrove

-Vecna (uncrispy ver.)

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

-Harvey Kinkle

-Nicholas Scratch

American Horror Stories

-Tate Langdon

Twilight

-Jasper Hale

-Edward Cullen

Random

-Brahams

-Kurt Kunkle

-Joe Goldberg

-Nate Jacobs

[simp-for-love]

Devil's Advocate

Mattheo Riddle x FemReader

You never expected to need a lawyer — let alone him. Mattheo Riddle is infamous, both for winning impossible cases and for being insufferably arrogant while doing it. You don't trust him, but with your ex tightening his grip, you’re running out of options

Warnings: lawyer!au, psychological manipulation and emotional abuse from ex, swearing, power dynamics, legal drama, sexual tension, kinda slow burn. It's a mix of a modern!au and the wizarding world that is set after Hogwarts, ignoring the war.

Word count ~2,8k

A/N: I'm so excited about this one. Hope you'll like it too! And Enzo's girlies, I'm sorry. He's a bad guy here🤭

You used to think Lorenzo Berkshire was perfect.

Charming, attentive, the kind of man who remembered all the little things — a preference for fresh lilies over traditional red roses, the way you took your coffee, the book you offhandedly mentioned wanting to read. He was sweet, too. Thoughtful. A boyfriend from every girl's dream.

Until he wasn’t.

Until you realized the carefully curated perfection wasn’t for you, it was for his control. And Enzo was very, very good at control.

It took too long to see past the honeyed words and the expensive gifts, the way he made you feel like the most cherished person in the world. It took too long to recognize the patterns. The slight gaslighting, the ever-so-subtle isolation from your friends, the way every ‘coincidence’ seemed to align just right in his favor. By the time you did, you were trapped in a web you didn’t know how to escape. Every your step was controlled, carefully calculated by Enzo's sweet smiles and cold eyes.

And now? Now you were in trouble.

You wanted out. No, you needed out. But Enzo wasn’t the kind of man to just let go of what was his. He had money, charms, connections, and the ability to make things disappear. Every lawyer you approached? Gone before they could even hear your full case. Either bribed or scared off. The ones that weren’t? The ones that actually seemed interested? Well, they quickly lost that interest as soon as the stakes became clear and your ex's name left your lips. Unfortunately for you, Enzo had that effect on people.

All but one.

Mattheo Riddle.

You weren’t even sure why you went to him at first. Maybe desperation. Maybe because his reputation preceded him. Maybe because he was the only one left.

You knew his name since the school, of course. Everyone in the wizarding world did. But now people knew him for a whole different reason. He was the defense attorney who won cases no one else would dare touch, to even look at. The man who had beaten aurors, ministers, and more corrupt officials than you could count. People said he had no fear. That he never lost. That he only defended those he deemed worthy, not caring much about the consequences. That money couldn’t buy his loyalty.

And that last part was crucially important to you.

The sound of your heels echoed through the sleek marble floors of the law office, each step deliberate, controlled. You had to be. Because if you thought too much about the weight of the situation, about how you'd gotten here, you might just turn around and leave.

But you couldn't. And you wouldn't. Not when this was your last chance to break free.

The receptionist, an immaculately dressed woman with piercing eyes and a deep cleavage that could hardly be called decent, barely looked up from her 'Witch Weekly'. Her voice was lazily bored. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No." You swallowed, straightening your shoulders. "But Mr. Riddle is waiting for me."

Then her appraising gaze darted upward. She elegantly raised her perfect-shaped eyebrow as if reading and analyzing a potential competitor. There was disbelief and a hint of mocking in her gaze that said, 'How could he be waiting for you?'

"What's your name?" she said almost reluctantly.

Usually, you would flip people off for that gaze or tone. But now was not the right time or place to be bitchy. You gave her your name, your voice steadier than you felt, and after a beat, she inclined her head toward the heavy double doors at the end of the hallway behind her. "Go right in."

That was how you ended up here, standing in front of the office door, nerves coiled in your stomach. The brass nameplate on the door gleamed under the bright hallway lights.

Mattheo Riddle, Esq.

You felt your palms getting sweaty because of your nerves. But he was your last hope against Enzo. You couldn't back down now. So you took a deep breath, squared your shoulders, knocked softly, and opened the door.

The office was a sharp contrast to the pristine sterility of the lobby. It was warm wood-paneled walls, dark leather furniture, and a faint scent of smoke and something deeper, richer. Like expensive whiskey and old books. A single wall of floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the city skyline, and in front of them, seated behind a mahogany desk, was the man himself.

In that moment when you stepped into Mattheo Riddle’s office, the thought that you were in the wrong place crossed your mind. Not because you didn’t need help, your current predicament demanded it, but because everything about him, from the smug smirk to the unbuttoned collar of his tailored dress shirt, almost screamed trouble.

He didn't look up immediately, fingers tapping absently against the desk as he skimmed over a file. But then his dark eyes flicked up, locking onto yours with a sharpness that made your breath catch. His gaze flickered with recognition, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

“Well, well,” he drawled velvety, leaning back in his leather chair, fingers steepled together as he observed you like a cat might be looking at a particularly interesting mouse. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

'Fuck, he'd changed', you thought immediately. His features became more mature, sharper. Broad shoulders were wrapped in an expensive suit, as if his body and the costume were created to attract hungry or jealous glances. Plump lips, now without permanent cuts and wounds like in Hogwarts, were stretched into a familiar smirk that was both charming and mischievous. The only thing that remained unchanged were his eyes. Dark, piercing, captivating, as if they knew all your dirty secrets that you trying to hide.

You exhaled, gathering your thoughts together, and stepped further inside, not letting your nervousness show. "I need your help."

Mattheo leaned back in his chair, regarding you with an expression you couldn't quite read — amused, curious, or something else entirely. Then, with a slow and smug smirk, he gestured to the chair across from him.

You hesitated only a fraction before lowering yourself into the chair opposite him. It was plush, expensive, and did absolutely nothing to ease the tension coiling in your stomach. Mattheo watched you with the kind of patience that wasn’t patience at all. More like a predator toying with its prey, waiting for it to make the first move.

"You need my help," he echoed, that infuriating smirk not leaving his lips. "That’s interesting. Because I don’t usually take clients who walk in off the street without an appointment."

You felt a pang of irritation. 'Off the street? Like you were some kind of a homeless dog,' you scoffed mentally. But you convinced yourself to inhale deeply and regain your composure. You needed his help, and you honestly expected him to act all cocky. He'd always been like this, even as a teenager at Hogwarts.

The deep exhale left your lips as you forced yourself to meet his gaze directly. "I didn't have much of a choice. Every other lawyer turned me away. Or, more accurately, they were turned away for me."

His eyes flickered with a mix of something — amusement, intrigue, calculation. "Hmm, let me guess," he purred lowly with a knowing smirk. "Lorenzo Berkshire?"

You nodded, your fingers tightening into your lap involuntarily. "I assume you already know what he’s capable of."

Mattheo let out a low chuckle, tilting his head slightly in amusement. "Oh, I do. We go way back, Enzo and I. Hogwarts days, old friends, that sort of thing."

The words sent a chill down your spine. Fuck, you totally forgot about the fact that they were close. And now that meant he wouldn’t take your case. That meant he—

"But we aren’t friends now," Mattheo continued, his tone shifting, something dangerous and razor-sharp creeping beneath the previous amusement. "Haven’t seen him for three years," a dark and almost maniac flash flicked in his onyx eyes. "Which only makes this more… intriguing."

You exhaled slowly, forcing yourself to remain steady and not to show your relief too obviously. You didn’t want him to see how desperately you need his help. "He's been bribing and scaring off every lawyer I’ve tried to hire. And I can’t— I won’t stay trapped like this. I need someone he can’t buy," you said carefully.

Mattheo hummed, drumming his fingers against the desk. His lips tugged into a smug grin. "And you came to me. The unshakable, indispensable, and incorruptible Mattheo Riddle."

You arched a brow at his words. That arrogant prick. You wanted to shove his shit-eating smirk deep in his handsome ass. But instead you remained calm. You needed him. "Something like that," you mumbled almost reluctantly.

He grinned even wider, and damn him, even under these circumstances, even through your irritation and annoyance at his attitude, you could see why people were drawn to him. There was some dangerous charm to Mattheo, a confidence that didn’t just border on arrogance — he wore it like a finely tailored suit.

"Tell me everything, sweetheart," he mused finally, his tone playful yet calculated. Like he was amused and intrigued by this situation, but he also already had all the cards in this game. "Leave nothing out."

You swallowed, gathering your thoughts and nodding, and then began to speak.

As you recounted everything, how perfect Enzo had seemed at the very beginning, how he slowly and gradually tightened his grip on your life and choices, how things spiraled until you realized you were caught in something you couldn’t escape — Mattheo listened. Not just passively, but with an intensity that made you feel unease and your skin prickle. His dark eyes stayed locked onto yours, unblinking, absorbing every word, every pause, every unspoken fear woven between your sentences.

When you finally finished, Mattheo leaned back slightly, exhaling through his nose and rubbing his lower lip in thought. "He’s meticulous. I’ll give him that. But he made one mistake."

Your breath hitched. But you didn’t want to let your hopes up. He hadn’t said 'Yes' to you yet. So you asked a bit hesitantly and carefully, "What?"

"He underestimated you." Mattheo's smirk returned, sharper this time, like he was a predator who was ready to hunt their prey. "And now, he has to deal with me."

If you weren’t in this dreadful position right now, his dark and hawkish gaze'd probably intimidate you. But you were, so relief crashed through you so fast that you almost felt lightheaded. "So you’ll help me?"

Mattheo tilted his head, considering. "Oh, sweetheart, I was always going to help an old friend of mine. The moment you walked through my door and made this infinitely more interesting for me?" He leaned forward, his voice dropping just slightly, sending a shiver down your spine. "Enzo just became my newest problem. And I do love a good problem," he said with a playful wink.

You swallowed hard, heart pounding. You weren’t sure if you’d just made a deal with salvation — or with the devil himself. But in your desperate situation, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to care.

When you came home to your rented apartment later in the evening, where you were almost shamefully hiding from Enzo's all-seeing grab, you replayed this meeting in your head over and over again. The way Mattheo had grown up, how smug and lazily confident he was, the way his eyes changed color in the room's dimness. You quickly realized that your thoughts were going in some dangerous directions. So you shook your head in annoyance, turned on your side, and tried to sleep.

The next time you saw Mattheo Riddle, it wasn’t in the dimly lit intimacy of his office but in the cold sterility of a high-rise conference room. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the skyline behind him, the city sprawling out in golden lights as dusk settled. The room was all glass, steel, and polished surfaces — a battlefield for people who fought with words and knowledge instead of their wands.

You had expected to feel anxious, maybe even regretful about involving him, but watching him now, prowling the space with effortless confidence, you felt something else entirely.

Mattheo was in his element.

Seated at the massive conference table, you were flanked by paralegals and junior associates, people who worked for him, who hung onto his every word. They were efficient, sharp, and ruthless, but none of them commanded the room the way he did. Dressed in a crisp black suit, his tie slightly loosened, Mattheo carried an air of calculated chaos, as though he could dismantle the entire legal system with nothing but a boyish smirk and a well-placed argument.

You were only halfway listening to the conversation when you realized you were shamelessly staring. Not at his face, exactly, but at the way he moved and held himself. The sharp flex of his fingers against the table as he spoke, the way his lips curled around every word, the smooth confidence in his voice as he tore through the evidence presented before him, the silent but almost palpable respect of his subordinates who listened attentively to his every word. It wasn’t the same smug arrogance from before — this was precision, intellect, power. And it was intoxicating.

You realized almost reluctantly that you were turned on.

By his mind. By the way he held himself. By the way he had the attention of the whole room without even trying. By the way he saw everything ten moves ahead. By the fact that, for all his showmanship, Mattheo Riddle was undeniably, inescapably brilliant.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Mattheo murmured, sliding into the chair beside you during a brief break in the discussion. His cologne was expensive and subtle, something dark, woody, and spicy that made your stomach tingle. “Second thoughts?”

You exhaled, hoping he wouldn’t catch the way your pulse jumped and your eyes were glued to him during the discussion. “No,” you said, forcing your voice to stay level. “Just observing.”

He hummed, glancing at you with something amused and knowing in his dark, onyx eyes. “And? What’s your verdict?”

You should have played it safe, should have kept your expression neutral, but instead, your mouth betrayed you, saying the next words against your will. “You’re good.”

His smirk was slow, devastating. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured smugly, his voice nothing but a smoke curling under your skin. “You have no idea.”

Your throat felt suddenly dry, making you swallow slightly. “I think,” you said carefully, not wanting to show just how much he affected you, but failing miserably, “that you might actually be worth all the fuss around you.”

Mattheo leaned forward, close enough that you could see the flicker of something dark and knowing in his gaze. “Careful, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice like silk wrapping around a blade — captivating yet dangerous — making heat pool down in your stomach. “Another praise from you, and I'll think that you might start to like me.”

You weren’t sure if it was the arrogance in his smirk or the glint in his eyes that made your skin heat, but there was something about Mattheo Riddle in his element that was utterly infuriating. And unfortunately, undeniably hot and attractive.

And in this moment, you realized with a sinking feeling that pushing those thoughts aside was going to be impossible. Because watching him like this — ruthless, brilliant, completely in control over the situation, over the room, over you.

It was maddening.

You should have been focusing on the legal strategy, on how he was about to dismantle Enzo's grip on your life. But instead, you were hyperaware of the way Mattheo thrived in this setting, his words sharp as a blade, his presence overpowering.

And worst of all? He knew it too.

Because at one point, as you shifted slightly in your seat, trying to shake off the heat curling low in your stomach and between your thighs, his eyes flicked toward you, just for a second. A knowing, dark, amused glance, like he could sense the shift in your thoughts. Like he could hear them, taste them.

That absolutely insufferable, arrogant bastard.

You cleared your throat, straightened your posture, and forced yourself to focus. This wasn’t the time. This wasn’t the place. You were here to win your freedom back, not to get distracted by the handsome man who was helping you achieve it.

But then, as Mattheo turned back to the discussion, his voice a low, smooth, lazy drawl, you had a sinking realization.

This might just be the beginning of an entirely new kind of trouble.