#mattheo riddle valentines

[lov3notts]

tease

Mattheo Riddle x you

summary: mattheo asks you to be his valentines

a/n: i have other stories on how the boys ask you to be their valentines....should i release them? also thank you for 600 followers!! its still crazy to me

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mattheo’s version; draco’s version; theo’s version

The week leading up to Valentine’s Day had been a nightmare. Boys throwing grand romantic gestures your way, desperate attempts to win your favor—it was exhausting. And to make things worse, Mattheo had been watching it all unfold with nothing but amusement.

Every time someone asked you, he was there—leaning lazily against a wall, smirking, making some snide comment under his breath.

“Not this guy,” he muttered one morning at breakfast as a Hufflepuff nervously approached you. “Can’t even hold his wand properly, what’s he gonna do with you?”

“Mattheo,” you warned, shooting him a look.

“What? Just saying, sweetheart.” He grinned, tossing a grape into his mouth like this was all a game.

It was driving you insane.

So when Valentine’s Day finally arrived, you expected him to keep up his usual antics—watching, teasing, maybe throwing in a sarcastic Where’s my Valentine’s gift, love? just to rile you up.

But that wasn’t what happened.

Instead, as you left the library that evening, you found yourself cornered.

Literally.

One second, you were walking down the empty corridor, and the next, you were being tugged into an alcove, your back pressed against the cold stone wall. Your breath hitched, and before you could react, he was there.

Mattheo.

Towering over you, hands braced against the wall on either side of your head, his dark curls falling slightly into his face as he looked down at you with that infuriating smirk.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low. “Not gonna hex you.”

Your heart pounded. “Mattheo, what the hell—”

“You’ve been turning down every single guy this week,” he interrupted, tilting his head. “Kinda started to think you were waiting for someone.”

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

His smirk widened. “So tell me, was I right?”

You swallowed hard, pulse racing. “And if you were?”

For once, he didn’t have a cocky comeback. Instead, his expression shifted—just slightly. Less teasing, more real.

Then, from behind his back, he pulled out a single dark red rose, twirling it lazily between his fingers. “Then maybe I wasn’t wasting my time getting this for you.”

You stared at it, then back at him, completely thrown off.

Mattheo Riddle—chaotic, reckless, maddeningly smug Mattheo Riddle—was nervous.

A slow smile crept onto your lips. “Are you asking me to be your Valentine, Riddle?”

He scoffed, but there was no real edge to it. “Don’t make me say it, love.”

You laughed softly, reaching up to take the rose from his fingers, twirling it between your own.

“Alright then,” you murmured, leaning in slightly. “I’ll say it for you.”

His breath hitched as your lips brushed against his cheek—just the faintest touch before you pulled away, amusement dancing in your eyes.

“Yes, Mattheo,” you whispered. “I’ll be your Valentine.”

For the first time all week, Mattheo was speechless. And you had never seen anything more satisfying.

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[theodorenmyth]

Little Loveboy

Pairings; Mattheo Riddle x GN!reader

Summary: Mattheo Riddle has been hopelessly in love with you since third year, but he refuses to admit it. He dates around, flirts with random girls, and scoffs whenever his friends bring you up—but he just can't shake his feelings. His jealousy is uncontrollable, and his friends never let him hear the end of it. Eventually, even professors start teasing him, much to his dismay.

A/n : starting from today to the 16th of February, I'm gonna make Valentine themed fanfics so no angst.

Warnings ; none

Word count ; 900+

Mattheo Riddle was, as Theodore put it, fucking doomed.

He had been doomed since third year, when he first saw you absolutely wreck the entire class during a debate with Snape about the properties of Amortentia. The way your eyes gleamed with passion, the way you sat so effortlessly confident, the way you were just so fucking smart—it made his heart do something weird. Like it wanted to jump out of his chest and roll across the floor.

And that? That wasn’t normal.

So, obviously, he did the only logical thing—he ignored it. For years.

Instead of admitting that he found you painfully attractive, he spent his time flirting with girls, dating left and right, pretending like he wasn’t being driven up the wall whenever you smiled at someone else.

But the problem with having a hopelessly obvious crush was that Mattheo’s friends were absolute menaces.

“You’re staring again, Little Loveboy,” Pansy sang, flicking his forehead.

“I’m not staring,” Mattheo grumbled, leaning back in his chair, definitely not still looking at you.

“Right,” Blaise drawled, looking over at where you were sitting by the window, absorbed in a book. “That’s why you’ve been looking at Y/N for the past—what? Fifteen minutes?”

“I don’t like him,” Mattheo snapped, but the moment he said it, he glanced at you again.

And just like that, Theodore fucking grinned.

“Oh, mate,” Theo laughed, shaking his head. “You are so gone.”

Draco, sitting beside him, smirked. “It’s honestly embarrassing at this point.”

“You know what’s embarrassing?” Mattheo scoffed. “The fact that you all have nothing better to do than bother me.”

“You make it too easy,” Lorenzo snickered. “Little Loveboy.”

“I will throw you out the fucking window.”

And then, as if the universe hated Mattheo, you looked up from your book. Your eyes met his for half a second, and you smiled at him—a simple, small thing, but oh my fucking God.

Mattheo nearly choked on his own tongue.

His friends exploded into laughter.

“Oh, he’s red!” Pansy gasped. “He’s actually blushing!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Mattheo hissed, yanking his hood over his face.

But the teasing didn’t stop there.

No, it got worse.

Because apparently, his suffering was entertainment to not only his friends, but also his professors.

During one particularly terrible Potions class, Mattheo had spent a good portion of the lesson staring at you. Not that he noticed. It just kept happening..

And Snape, ever the observant bastard, took full advantage of this.

“Mr. Riddle,” Snape drawled, interrupting the entire class, “perhaps you would find this lesson more engaging if you spent less time gazing longingly at Mr. Y/L/N and more time focusing on the assignment?”

The entire class turned to look at him.

Mattheo’s jaw dropped.

Even you looked over, blinking in surprise.

“Oh, fuck me,” Mattheo muttered under his breath as his friends burst out laughing.

“Bloody hell,” Draco wheezed, gripping the edge of the table. “Even Snape’s in on it.”

“I hate all of you,” Mattheo gritted out, slamming his book shut.

Snape smirked. “Detention, Riddle.”

Mattheo groaned.

But it didn’t stop there.

Because McGonagall got involved too.

During Transfiguration, Mattheo had, once again, found himself subconsciously staring at you instead of his assignment.

He was trying—he really was—but you had this habit of biting your lip when you were focused, and it was distracting as fuck.

“Mr. Riddle,” McGonagall said, sighing dramatically, “if you’re quite done swooning over Mr. Y/L/N, perhaps you’d like to contribute to the class?”

The Gryffindors howled with laughter.

Mattheo buried his face in his hands. “I’m actually going to die.”

And, of course, the final nail in the coffin was Hagrid.

It was during Care of Magical Creatures. You were partnered with some random Ravenclaw—too close, too friendly, and Mattheo hated it.

He stood there, arms crossed, glowering at the poor guy.

“Merlin, that’s a death stare if I’ve ever seen one,” Theo muttered.

And then, loudly, Hagrid chuckled, “Oh, don’t be jealous, Mattheo, ‘s not like Y/N’s runnin’ off to marry ‘im.”

You turned to look at Mattheo.

Mattheo, absolutely horrified, turned and ran into the fucking woods.

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After that, Mattheo’s denial crumbled like a cheap pastry.

He liked you. He liked you so much it physically hurt.

And after weeks of torment, he finally decided—fuck it.

So, he found you sitting by the Black Lake one afternoon, reading as always, and he sat down beside you.

You glanced up, surprised. “Hey, Mattheo.”

Mattheo almost short-circuited.

Your voice. Your fucking voice.

“Hey,” he muttered, trying to act casual, even though his entire body was buzzing with nerves. “So. Uh. I—uh.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “You okay?”

Mattheo exhaled sharply. Just do it, Riddle.

“I like you, okay?” he blurted out.

You blinked. “You—what?”

Mattheo groaned. “I like you. I’ve liked you since third year. I tried to ignore it, but—Merlin, you’re just so fucking cute and smart and perfect and I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your face slowly turned red.

“Oh,” you said.

Mattheo stared at you, heart pounding. “Oh?”

And then, after several painfully long seconds, you smiled.

Smiled.

“That’s funny,” you murmured, “because I’ve liked you since third year, too.”

Mattheo’s brain broke.

“…You’re kidding.”

You shook your head, biting your lip to suppress a laugh.

And then, without thinking, Mattheo grabbed your face and kissed you.

The moment your lips met, his entire world tilted.

You kissed him back, smiling against his lips, and everything felt right.

When you finally pulled away, Mattheo was breathless, staring at you like you hung the bloody moon.

“Little Loveboy,” you teased.

Mattheo groaned. “Not you, too.”

You just laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder.

And for once, Mattheo didn’t deny it.

[redeemingvillains]

three words, eight letters - mattheo riddle

summary: you confessed your feelings to mattheo months ago, and his unwillingness to do the same might be the very thing that breaks you apart for good.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: angst!!! y'all i literally hurt my own feelings writing this. but i had several requests for angst so here you go! ultimately it's flangst because please, we're not doing real sad on this blog.

a/n: this is the first of two v-day fics i have to share! happy love month my dears, you are all my valentines, no takebacks! ily! bonus points to anyone who gets the reference from the title!

Mattheo was slouched in the largest armchair in the common room staring blankly at the flames in the fireplace as he fidgeted with his lighter, flicking it on repeatedly. Chk, chk, chk. He was thinking about everything and nothing when he heard your voice and was shaken out of his stupor.

He glanced up to see you walking into the room with Enzo and Blaise at your side, laughing at something one of them had said before you parted ways.

Gods she's beautiful he thought, as a familiar warmth settled in his chest and fuck if I'm not glad she's mine.

You were searching the common room like you were looking for someone, and he was about to get to his feet when your eyes lit up in recognition, twinkling, as your perfect lips curved into his favorite smile, the one reserved just for him; but the warmth in his chest disappeared, replaced with a bolt of something that felt an awful lot like fear when he realized your smile wasn't for him.

Another guy was approaching you that Mattheo didn't recognize and the concept tickled something in the back of his brain... didn't he know everyone in this house?

He immediately began trying to place him, to size him up. He had a few inches on Mattheo and though he was loathe to admit it, he was a little broader and more muscular too. His hair was a bit darker, his curls a bit more tamed and the way you were looking at him had Mattheo physically shaking with rage.

He was approaching you with confidence, with ease, and with a lopsided smile and a look in his eye that hinted at exactly what he had in mind and Mattheo was on his feet and moving towards you before he knew what he was doing.

"Hey!" he shouted, his voice carrying in a way that demanded attention.

But either you didn't hear him, or worse, you were ignoring him because your eyes never left the guy who was now dangerously close to you.

"Hey!" he shouted louder, his voice booming now. "Get the fuck away from her!"

But you were totally entranced as the guy stopped before you, and you pressed your hands to his chest and ran them up around his neck, tugging at his curls in the very way Mattheo loved most; he could almost feel the ghostly whisper of your fingers on his neck now, even as he pushed people, shoved them aside in his effort to get to you, to stop whatever the hell was going on.

He was running but felt like he was going nowhere, he was shouting, but it was like no one could hear him. And then the stranger sunk his lips to yours and it was like Mattheo could have called up hell itself in his fury as he lunged for him, but met nothing, falling into deep darkness.

Mattheo's eyes flew open as he clawed at his chest, breathing frantically as he tangled in his sheets, sitting up in his four-poster bed.

...In his four-poster bed.

...In his dormitory.

...It was a dream?

He sat up fully, cradling his head in his hands as he tried to calm his racing heart and steady his breath. He was granted a single moment of relief as he realized the entire scene he'd just witnessed was a fabrication of his mind before he remembered why he was alone in his bed in the first place, why you weren't tucked into his arms, rubbing your eyes and granting him your sleepy smile, his favorite way to start every day.

Fuck he thought as he remembered your argument from the night before, dread settling in his stomach like a rock as he threw back his covers.

It was the last night before everyone returned home for winter break and Mattheo had probably had too much firewhiskey; maybe you both had, he thought, as he watched you wobble beside him as he walked you back to your dormitory. The corridor was empty given the late hour, the only sound the occasional rustle of a painting and your heeled shoes against the cobblestones.

"You're so unserious" you said.

"Well, not everything is as serious as you make it" he replied smartly, smirking at you.

"Not even us?" you asked as you stopped walking to face him.

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, drawing his gaze to the ceiling. He did not want to have this conversation with you... again.

You sighed, exasperated at his reaction and moved to keep walking. "Forget it" you mumbled.

Great, he thought. Now he'd managed to piss you off without even saying anything.

"C'mon, c'mere" he said, grabbing your hand pleadingly and pulling you back towards him.

But you didn't relent.

"You're not getting out of this this time" you said, pulling your hand back.

His face sat in an angry sneer, unfamiliar with the feeling of not getting his way.

"It's a simple question that you refuse to answer" you pushed. "How. Do. You. Feel. About. Me?—"

"—Why do you keep asking me this shit?"

"Because it's important to me! Because I want to hear you say it. That's not too much to ask Matty!"

And he knew you were right. So he rolled his eyes and sighed.

"I...care about you, you know that."

"And that's it?"

"Is that not enough?!" he asked, more loudly and harshly than he'd intended. But you were relentlessly pressing up against an insecurity he didn't want to face and it was wearing him thin.

Your eyes watered at his tone, which immediately made him feel even more full of self-loathing.

"I told you I loved you two months ago" you whispered. "And every day you don't say it back breaks my heart just a little bit more and leaves me wondering what I am to you."

He could physically feel your vulnerability, could see it written on your face in the tears perched in your eyes that were wide and desperately searching his face for answers he couldn't give you, in the wobble of your bottom lip that you were biting to keep from breaking down.

But he didn't have a single weapon in his arsenal to fight this emotional battle, he didn't have any context or experience with these kind of feelings, or any idea what to say to make it better. So he shrugged his shoulders in defeat, slamming down the walls around his heart that you'd been beating against since the day he met you.

And it was like you could see him put them up, because you shook your head in disbelief, in disappointment and swiped at your eyes.

"And there it is" you said quietly as you turned away from him.

The fact that you could see through him so clearly, so easily, and the fact that he couldn't bring himself to let you in infuriated him.

"Well princess" he snapped, twisting your once affectionate nickname, "If I'm such a disappointment, why don't you go find someone else who can tell you what you want to hear?"

You turned back to him slowly, your cheeks flush with the shock of his words.

"What?" you whispered in disbelief.

"I can't give you what you want and I clearly don't make you happy" he said, gesturing to the crumbling expression on your face, "So why waste your time?"

"Matty" you said, reaching for him, trying urgently to stop his train of thought.

"Nah that sounds like a great idea" he said, pushing your hand away as his lips curved into a sarcastic smile that terrified you, that brought to the surface every fear you'd had about how he'd break your heart, every warning you didn't heed along the way. "It's obvious this isn't working—."

"—Stop, please stop, that's not at all what I'm saying, Matty, I love—"

"—Don't" he said simply.

He shook his head, barely tracing his eyes over you before he turned to walk away, the distant echoes of your crying chasing him as they reverberated off the stone walls.

He hastily grabbed his clothing off the floor, wobbling as he pulled on his pants and grabbed his shirt.

"What time is it?" he asked gruffly, looking at Enzo.

"Well, good morning to you too—"

"—What fucking time is it?" he growled.

"Eleven" Draco muttered as he walked by. "The first train leaves in twenty."

"Fuck" he said as he slipped on shoes and made for the door, brushing by Theo and Blaise.

The castle was in disorderly chaos with students departing for the holidays; the corridors were crowded with luggage and groups of friends saying their goodbyes that acted as a veritable obstacle course for him that he wound through urgently to get to you on time. He didn't hesitate to give a shove when it was warranted, he knew you'd be on the first train home because you had planned to leave together before he'd thrown a fucking dynamite into your relationship.

His head pounded with his hangover and his regret, neither of which did anything to help the nausea he felt as he remembered what he'd say to you and the mental image of his nightmare that felt more like a reality every moment he couldn't see you, couldn't touch you.

His feet were moving faster than his brain and by the time he found you he wished to Salazar he'd spent more time figuring out what to say. Unlike him, you showed no visible signs of a rough night; your tear-stained face and smudged makeup were wiped clear and you were dressed beautifully as you hoisted your luggage onto the train and hopped onto the platform.

"YN!" he shouted.

But just like in his dream, you didn't hear him.

The sharp conductor's whistle sounded, signaling five minutes to departure.

"YN!" he shouted louder.

A few people around him looked up as he ran past and finally you did too, your eyes wide with surprise at the sight of him dodging around people to get to you, his cheeks flushed, his curls windblown.

You swallowed visibly as he approached you, but you didn't say anything as you stepped back off the train.

He reached for you before thinking better of it and pulling his hand back.

"I..." he cleared his throat and looked down at his feet as he tried to catch his breath.

"...Am sorry about last night. I shouldn't have said a lot of what I said...I shouldn't have spoken to you that way."

Your eyebrow quirked, though your face remained serious. An apology from Mattheo Riddle? Was the sky falling?

His eyes met yours and though they were red rimmed and told of a restless sleep, they remained a perfect, intoxicating shade of chocolate brown that caught your next breath, as it always did.

He paused again, his face scrunching as he carded his hand frustratedly through his hair.

"M'not great with words, or feelings."

You shot him a look as if to say "No shit."

He nodded. "Yeah, yeah, but I—fuck—I do— when you said—I..."

He was trying so hard to get whatever he needed to say out, you could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

Against your better judgement you reached out and tangled your warm fingers in his cold hand.

He looked down at your intertwined fingers and then up at expectant smile on your lips.

"I fucking love you" he exhaled heavily. "I have probably since the first time you let me kiss you. And it terrified me, because loving you means I have a chance of losing you, of getting my heart fucking destroyed, of giving you the power to destroy me, and I don't let people get that close to me for that reason. But not telling you how I felt was destroying me, destroying us all the same. So, fuck it. I love you. Now you know."

You had gotten closer to him with each word and were looking up at him now as you pressed your hands to his chest, just like in his dream and he was certain you could feel his heart hammering there as you smiled at him quietly.

"Can you please say something?" he whispered as he searched your eyes.

"Oh, you want me to say it back? Would it feel really really nice to hear me say it back? Like, you'd feel safe and seen and validated and not alone on a fucking island wondering where you stood with me?" you said with a tilt of your head, challenging him.

He pursed his lips, pushing his tongue into his cheek and pouting slightly as he broke his gaze from yours.

"I deserved that" he said.

You waited a moment longer, dragging it out.

"I love you too, Mattheo Riddle. I forgive you. And I promise I will never, ever destroy that perfect, stubborn heart of yours."

You smiled and looped your hands around his neck, tangling your fingers in his curls in a way that sent shivers down his back that had nothing to do with the soft snowfall that had started. It felt like the earth, the universe itself was back on its axis again and he smiled at you, wide and honest.

"Say it again?" you whispered as you leaned into him, brushing your lips just on top of his.

"I deserved that?" he teased, repeating the last thing he'd said, instantly feeling your lips pout against his own.

"Kidding" he whispered as his hands wound to your hips, pulling you into him.

"I love you, princess" he said quietly, slowly, reveling in the way it filled a part of his heart with warmth that he'd never felt before as he cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours.

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[girllblogging777]

╰┈➤ valentine’s day with bf!mattheo

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you knew mattheo riddle didn’t do things halfway. there was no in-between with your boyfriend. if he cared about something, he cared too much. and if he didn’t, he wouldn’t even give it a second thought. you’d seen him throw himself into everything, reckless and intense, and now, for some reason, he’d decided that valentine’s day, this overhyped, ridiculous holiday that you never even celebrated, was worth caring about.

he wouldn’t tell you much when he first brought it up, which wasn’t unusual. mattheo had this way of throwing you into things headfirst, dragging you along with that smirk and sharp eyes, and somehow, you always trusted him anyway. but now, as you walked into the astronomy tower at his instruction, you felt your chest tighten, unsure what he had planned. unsure why he was even doing this. it was mattheo. it wasn’t like him to be sentimental.

except he was already there, standing near the window, and you froze when you saw the effort he’d gone to. the usually cold and empty tower looked… soft, almost. there were candles, so many candles, hovering around the room, casting a golden glow across the space. there was a blanket spread on the floor with a small basket set on top, and even a messy cluster of flowers leaning to one side in a glass jar that might’ve been borrowed from the potions classroom.

“you’re late,” he said, his voice light but teasing, as he turned to face you. his tie was undone, his hair a little disheveled, and he had his hands shoved in his pockets like he was trying to look unaffected, but you caught the flicker of nerves in his expression as his eyes scanned yours.

“what is all this?” you asked, still standing at the doorway, because it didn’t feel real.

he shrugged. “it’s valentine’s day,” he said, as though that explained everything, like he hadn’t spent weeks teasing you for never celebrating it.

“you hate valentine’s day.”

“so do you.”

you folded your arms, squinting at him, trying to figure out what he was up to. “then why—”

“because you’ve never had one,” he said quickly, cutting you off, and his words hit you harder than you expected. “a proper one, i mean. i asked. you told me. no one’s ever done anything for you, and i…” he trailed off, frowning, like he hated how vulnerable he sounded, like it physically pained him to admit. “i thought maybe you deserved it. just this once.”

you opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. there was something stuck in your throat, and mattheo shifted on his feet like he was seconds away from regretting the whole thing.

“look, it’s not a big deal,” he said quickly, running a hand through his hair and looking away. “i just… i know i’m not good at this stuff, alright? i’m not the flowers-and-candy type. i don’t write poetry or whatever the hell people do, but i figured… i dunno. candles are nice, yeah?”

“candles are nice,” you said softly, your lips twitching upward, and mattheo’s shoulders relaxed a fraction.

“and the flowers?” he asked, nodding toward the ones by the window, a slightly smug grin creeping onto his face. “picked ‘em myself. didn’t even kill half the plants in the process.”

“that’s impressive,” you teased, finally stepping into the room, and you felt him watching you as you moved closer.

“and there’s food,” he added, gesturing to the basket as you sank down onto the blanket. “stole it from the kitchens. house elves didn’t even catch me.”

“you really went all out, huh?” you asked, glancing up at him, and you couldn’t tell if the warmth in your chest was from the candles or the way mattheo looked almost proud of himself.

“yeah, well,” he said, dropping down beside you, close enough that your knees brushed. “it’s your first valentine’s day. figured it should be worth remembering.”

you stared at him for a moment, the teasing remark on the tip of your tongue dying as you caught the way his expression softened just slightly, the way he refused to look directly at you when he said it.

“this is perfect,” you said quietly, and his eyes flicked to yours, something vulnerable flashing there before he covered it with a smirk.

“yeah?” he asked, leaning back on his hands. “good. ‘cause i have no idea what i’m doing.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “you’re doing fine.”

“fine’s not good enough,” he said, leaning forward slightly, his face just inches from yours now. “not for you.”

and before you could reply, before you could tease him or tell him just how much this all meant, he leaned in, his hand coming up to cup your face as his lips pressed against yours. it wasn’t rushed or careless, the way mattheo usually was. it was slow, deliberate, like he was still trying to prove himself, still trying to show you how much you mattered to him without needing words.

you melted into him, your hands tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened, and when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, a small grin tugging at his lips.

“so,” he murmured, his voice low, “better than those stupid chocolate hearts, yeah?”

“much better,” you said, smiling as you kissed him again, the candles flickering around you like they were part of the spell you’d fallen under.

“good. and you haven’t even seen the fireworks yet-“

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a/n : happy valentine’s day everyone !!! sending y’all much love and happiness <333

[zriasstuff]

Them asking you to be their Valentine

The Slytherin Boys x reader (just in time for Valentine’s Day :))

Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts always comes with a lavish ball, so go ahead and choose the white knight of your liking to accompany you :)

Mattheo Riddle:

Mattheo’s way of asking you to be his Valentine for the ball was very straightforward, yet effective. The second after the announcement dropped, he went to find you in the schoolyard, and approached you in front of all your friends.

“Hey, wait up!”, he’d shout to get your attention, already sounding determined.

“What do you say, you and me at the ball?”, he spoke out his confession, short and sweet.

Cheekily, he adds “I think you and I would be the best looking couple at the ball”. You notice him shyly tucking his head down as he said that, but he still sounded self assured.

Everyone was patiently waiting for your reaction, and you noticed how all your friends started gushing over him. Mattheo seemed unfazed by everyone else and only had eyes for you.

Even though you had only talked to him a few times in the past, you noticed that there was this easy-going chemistry between you two.

His profession certainly came as a surprise, but you liked guys who were direct. Besides, he struck you as a bit of a player too, who seemed to be used to asking girls out.

“Sure, I’d love to go with you”, you chuckle out, knowing you’d have a lot of fun with him.

He slickly throws you an air kiss, grinning from ear to ear, before all his friends start jumping on him to celebrate his win.

Tom Riddle (extremely delusional):

Tom definitely wasn’t one for the romantics, in fact he was strictly against the idea of a Valentine’s Day ball.

What he told you, when you asked him if he had a date already was:

“The ball is just an excuse for undisciplined students to commit shameful acts such as drinking alcohol and doing magical substances, when they should really be focusing on their education instead, which they are in desperate need of”

“I see, so you don’t have a date”, you sum it up for him.

Truthfully, you only asked Tom that question because you started catching feelings for him, and you wanted to know if you had a clear shot.

But clearly, he wasn’t interested at the moment.

He seemed to be carefully analyzing your reaction to his statement. Seconds later, he indifferently states “You want me to ask you out, don’t you”

You, shocked at first, embarrassingly nod afterwards. Full of curiosity, you wondered how he had managed to read you so accurately.

“Fine, to save myself from a week of listening to your heartbreak or potential soulmate, I am going to do you the favor of accompanying you to the ball. I am only doing this to save myself.”, he explains elaborately, which earns him an eye roll of yours.

You still wanted him to actually ask you and mean it, but for Tom Riddle, this was a big gesture already. Besides, you were aware from the beginning that you would have to deal with his peculiarities.

“On the day, be ready at 8pm sharp, and don’t you dare get drunk or high”, he lays down his conditions. Even if he wouldn’t say it, you knew that deep down he cared, otherwise he would’ve never even indulged in this.

Theodore Nott:

Theodore had found himself in a bit of a slump. Due to the excessive quidditch training, he didn’t have a date for the ball yet, which would be in 1 day exactly.

Subconsciously he fully believed that he'd find a date, no matter what time it was, which is why he took his sweet sweet time.

But now, with growing desperation, he ran around, asking out every girl he saw. And each time, the girl rejected him because they already had a date.

As he grew more and more frustrated, he asked you for the second time again, to be his date. You already told him that you had plans with a guy from Gryffindor, which he ridiculed.

“Come on, please ditch him for me?”, he’d repeatedly ask you with puppy eyes.

“Please just do me this favor, I don’t want to be the only guy in our friend group to not have a date.

You’d tell him that it was his own fault, but eventually you felt a bit bad for him. And you were indeed good friends, so maybe you could do him a favor. It wasn’t like the Gryffindor boy and you were in love. Surely he’d get over it…

“Fine, I’ll go, but you owe me”, you finally agreed. Truthfully, you found Theo much more attractive and charming anyway.

You had only agreed to the Gryffindor boy in the first place because you were afraid that no one besides him would ask you out anymore if you said no.

Theo, full of excitement and relief, cupped your face and kissed your forehead as a thanks when you agreed to be his date.

“I promise you, you won’t regret it”, were his last words before leaving you alone.

Blaise Zabini:

You only had one more tedious potions class of Snape's to go through, before you could finally enjoy the rest of your day.

As the clock ticked, you stared down on your blank parchment paper, counting the minutes to go.

Catching you off guard, you feel Blaise’s finger lightly tapping your arm. You needed a second to get conscious of the situation because you had zoned out.

He slides a small, blank piece of parchment paper towards you and points his head down, signaling you to turn it around.

When you do, your mood immediately lifts and you begin blushing. It was kind of childish, like something you’d do in year 1 or 2, but it was also cute.

The paper was filled with the classic “will you be my Valentine”, and there were three boxes to cross. The three being “yes”, “no”, and “maybe”.

Blaise observes your reaction delightfully, waiting for you to tick a box. As this was the highlight of your day, you decide to give the guy a chance and tick “yes”.

When class ended, Blaise waited for you to pack up and proposed a hang out at astronomy tower with you, which you agreed to with pleasure.

Enzo Berkshire:

It was a Sunday, exactly one week before the ball, and all the Hogwarts students were enjoying their time in Hogsmeade.

On this peculiar day, your seating partner Enzo from Transfiguration asked you to go to Madam Puddifoot's Café with him. The location was definitely romantic, and you already suspected where this might be going.

But—you didn’t want to get your hopes too high yet. Enzo was unquestionably a cute guy though.

During your coffee date, he didn’t drop any hints or said anything suggestive. You just talked, gossiped, and joked around, and you figured he’d be cool as a friend too.

Though nearing the end, the waiter came to your table with a small buttercream cake.

You shot a confused glance at Enzo, and he seemed clueless.

“I don’t believe we ordered that”, you tell the waiter, but he insists and puts the cake in front of you. After the waiter leaves, you keep eye contact with Enzo, but he tells you to eat the cake.

Still dazzled, you comply and look down, seeing that…

“Will you be my Valentine”, was written on the cake in cursive font with pink buttercream. Overcome by joy, you couldn’t be happier that your suspicions from the beginning were right.

“So what’s your answer”, he asks eagerly, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Of course I will, this was so sweet”

You believed that no girl could’ve said no to this.

Draco Malfoy:

You and Draco never slacked off on your prefect duties, which also included the nightly walks around school, to ensure that every student has gone to bed.

It is the perfect time to talk after a long day, and to exercise your power of course, but mainly the walks had brought you two very close, and you exchanged plenty of secrets already.

Although he could be a bit of an asshole, which you also told him, you still saw that he had a caring, more hurt side to him.

A week before the ball, he suggested a different route than the one you usually took.

He told you to close your eyes as you were walking, and led you by your hand. Innerly, he was as nervous and jittery as one could get, and couldn’t wait to see the reaction on your face.

When you got to the mysterious destination, he told you to open your eyes

As soon as you opened them, you saw the room of requirements, decorated with pink and red flowers, hundreds of candles, and a banner reading “will you be my valentine”.

It had been Draco’s plan for weeks, and he was so glad that he pulled it off.

He also made sure that you wouldn’t get a date, before he asked you out, which included cursing guys who got close to you.

“Oh my, yes of course Draco, I can’t believe you did this”, you’d say full of joy.

“You just made me the happiest guy in this school”, he’d reply and you knew it was true.

Immediately he brings you closer to kiss you, and you spend the rest of the night cuddling inside the room of requirements (insert the scene of Dean and Rory cuddling in GG if yk what I mean).

[glittervame]

A Date?

Cedric Diggory X FEM! Y/n

Warning: Smut +18 MDI, Wrap it before you tap it, humiliation, overstimulation, praise, eating out, rough sex

Cedric Diggory's gaze drifted away from the parchment he had been meticulously scribing on, scanning the library with an air of contemplation. The flickering embers in the hearth created a cozy ambience, casting a warm, dappled light upon the storied tapestries adorning the ancient stones. His eyes fell upon you, nestled in the embrace of a plush armchair, engrossed in the whimsical tales of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard." The crackling fire painted your features with a soft, flickering glow as you turned the pages of endless words.

With a tentative step, Cedric approached, his Quidditch robes whispering a gentle melody as they brushed against the floor. His smile, a blend of earnestness and courage, grew as he drew closer.

"Y/n," he began, his voice a blend of Hufflepuff politeness and Gryffindor confidence. "I hope I'm not interrupting your reading."

Looking up, you met his gaze, tsurprised but pleased to see him, and closed the book with a soft thump. "Cedric, not at all," you replied, the book, now a silent companion, was laid aside with care. "What's on your mind?" You asked, the excitement bubbling just beneath the surface of your calm demeanor. 

He took a moment to compose himself, the gravity of his words apparent in the pause. "Well, I was pondering," he began, his eyes searching yours with a hint of vulnerability. "With Valentine's Day approaching, I thought... would you do me the honor of letting me join you in Hogsmeade next weekend?" The words tumbled out of him, as if he had been rehearsing them all afternoon. "I mean, as a date," he clarified, the pink blush staining his cheeks as he spoke the final two words.

Your heart fluttered like a golden snidget at the Quidditch World Cup. "A date?" you echoed, trying to keep the excitement from your voice.

The chatter faded into the background as you considered his proposal. Cedric's kindness and bravery had always drawn you to him, and the thought of spending a romantic afternoon with him in the snow-dusted streets of Hogsmeade was utterly enchanting. "That sounds wonderful," you said, smiling back. "I'd love to go with you."

Cedric's eyes lit up, and the shy blush deepened. "Really?" The candles floating above cast a warm glow over his chiseled features, making him look even more like a Hufflepuff prince.

"Cedric," you finally said, your voice a soft whisper amidst the crackling fire. "I would love to." The smile that bloomed on his face was worth more than any victory on the Quidditch pitch, and you felt a warmth in your chest that not even the burn of fire whisky could match.

Cedric Diggory and Y/n strolled hand in hand through the enchanting cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade, the quaint wizarding village nestled at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The air was crisp and filled with the sweet scent of chocolate frogs and butterbeer from Honeydukes. The snow-covered rooftops glistened under the soft glow of the street lamps, casting a warm, romantic light on their faces. It was the perfect setting for a Valentine's Day date.

Cedric looked dashing in his yellow sweater with the golden Hufflepuff emblem standing out proudly. His hair had a slight wave to it from the cool breeze, and his eyes sparkled with excitement as they searched for the perfect spot to sit and enjoy the charm of the village. Y/n looked equally radiant in a cozy pink sweater that brought out the gentle blush in her cheeks. The matching scarf was wrapped around her neck, fluttering with the same excitement as her heart.

They approached The Three Broomsticks, the rustic pub famous for its butterbeer and cozy fireside seating. Inside, the crackling fireplace was surrounded by students and couples, all laughing and sharing stories of their time at Hogwarts. Madam Rosmerta, the friendly proprietor, waved them over to an empty table in the corner. "Cedric, dear, it's so nice to see you again and with your lovely girlfriend?" she asked with a smile as she sat them down.

With a twinkle in his eye and a charming smile, he expresses his anticipation to her. "I do indeed hope it's soon, Miss," he says, his voice warm and inviting as he follows Y/n's lead to a cozy booth nestled near the crackling fireplace.

They ordered two butterbeers and a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries and a bowl of chocolate to share, the warmth of the drink and the sweetness of the fruit a delightful contrast to the chilly air outside. As they sipped, Cedric leaned in closer, his eyes meeting Y/n's with a gentle gaze. "Thank you for agreeing to come out with me today," he said, his voice low and earnest. 

Y/n blushed and took a small sip of her butterbeer, the foam sticking to her upper lip in a way that Cedric found utterly endearing. "It's perfect," she replied, smiling. "I've never been to Hogsmeade on Valentine's Day before.”

"so what do you want to do after school?" He inquires, his curiosity piqued by the thought of their futures intertwining.

Y/n pondered for a moment, her gaze drifting to the flickering flames of the fire. "I've always wanted to travel," she said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "See the world, maybe help people with travel to Brazil and study Herbology. What about you?"

Cedric nodded thoughtfully. "I've considered joining the Auror Department," he said. "I want to make a difference, like my dad did."

The conversation flowed naturally, as they shared their hopes and dreams for the future, the warmth of the fireplace and the sweetness of the butterbeer creating a comfortable, intimate atmosphere. They talked about everything from Quidditch to their favorite classes and even delved into the more serious topics of what they'd do after graduation.

As the evening grew darker, the lights from the candles above flickered, casting a warm glow over their table. Madam Rosmerta began to dim the lights, adding to the romantic ambiance. Cedric's hand found Y/n's under the table, and he gently laced their fingers together. The contact sent a thrill through her, and she looked up at him, her heart fluttering in her chest.

He leaned closer, and Y/n could feel his breath against her cheek. "Y/n," he murmured, "I know we've only just started getting to know each other, but I think there's something special between us."

Y/n's heart raced, and she felt a swell of emotion in her chest. "I think so too, Cedric," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.

He leaned in closer still, his eyes searching hers, and she knew what was coming next. As he leaned in for their first kiss, she felt a rush of excitement and nerves, her stomach fluttering like a thousand butterflies. Their lips met softly, the taste of butterscotch lingering between them. It was a kiss filled with promise and potential, a declaration of the beginnings of something beautiful.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both smiling, their cheeks flushed from the warmth of the fire and their newfound feelings for each other. 

Cedric might look like your charming boy next door but boy you'd never guess he'd be like this.

In a moment of intimate exploration, his eyes are locked onto yours, a silent question seeking permission, and when he receives your nod of consent, his smile is soft, a promise of the delight to come. He starts by placing tender kisses along the inside of your thighs, his breath warm and comforting against your skin. His fingers trace light patterns, a prelude to the symphony of sensation that is about to unfold.

As he reaches the apex of your thighs, his kisses become more deliberate, the anticipation building as he brushes his lips against the delicate folds of your sex. His tongue darts out, tasting the sweetness of your arousal, and you gasp at the contact, your body responding to his every move. His movements are slow and deliberate, a dance of passion that he has perfected just for you. Each drag of his toung is measured, designed to tease and tantalize, to build the crescendo of your desire.

Cedric's hands glide up your body, cupping your breasts, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples, adding another layer of sensation to the mix. He takes his time, savoring each moment, as if he's afraid that if he goes too fast, this perfect moment might shatter into a thousand pieces. His tongue dips and swirls around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you squirm and moan with pleasure.

Your legs instinctively part wider, giving him better access, and he takes advantage, sliding a finger inside you, feeling the warm wetness that's been building in response to his touch. His eyes never leave yours, watching for every flicker of pleasure, every twitch of your body that tells him he's doing exactly what you need. His strokes are slow and deep, mimicking the rhythm of his mouth against your sensitive flesh.

The room is filled with the sweet sounds of your gasps and moans, punctuated by the soft wet noises of his ministrations. His mouth is insistent, never stopping, as he works to bring you closer and closer to the edge. His other hand travels down your body, his fingers sliding between yours, intertwining as he continues to explore you with his tongue.

As the intensity builds, Cedric's pace increases, his tongue moving faster, more insistent, his fingers curling inside you in a way that makes you see stars. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your body tightening, coiling like a spring ready to unleash its stored energy. You're so close, so very close, and he knows it.

With one final, firm suck on your clit, combined with a deep thrust of his fingers, you shatter, crying out his name as the waves of pleasure crash over you. Your body convulses in ecstasy, each pulse sending you spiraling higher and higher. He holds you through it, his mouth and hands never leaving their task, until you're left trembling and sated in the aftermath.

As you come down from the peak, Cedric kisses his way back up your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they go. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his gentle touch reassuring as he pulls you into a loving embrace. His eyes are filled with a warm glow, a reflection of the satisfaction and connection you both share.

"You can cum all you want, baby" as He lines himself up and slowly pushes into you, filling you completely. The feeling is exquisite, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain, as your body stretches to accommodate him. He begins to move, his rhythm slow and steady, letting you adjust to his size.

With every thrust, Cedric hits that spot deep within you that makes you see white, and you find yourself climbing again, your orgasm building, the not forming in your stomach, tightening your muscles, until it explodes out of you, leaving you panting and gasping for breath.

As he feels you approaching climax, he whispers sweetly, "Cum for me, my love." His words are a catalyst, sending waves of euphoria through your body as you shatter around him.

And through it all, his eyes are on yours, watching you, drinking in your pleasure, as if it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. He whispers your name like a prayer, his voice hoarse with passion, as he reaches his own climax.

But Cedric isn't satisfied with just one, if was as if you were watching a switch flip on. He continues to rub your clit with the same tender precision, his pace increasing as he watches your reaction. You begin to feel overwhelmed, but the ecstasy is addictive. As your second orgasm builds, you attempt to pull his hand away, but his grip is firm. He doesn't stop, his fingers working you into a frenzy. His movements become more intense, his strokes deeper.

You're lost in a haze of pleasure and pain as he starts to bully your clit, forcing you to cum yet again. He chuckles, his breath hot against your neck, "Look at you, so greedy for it." Cedric's hand shifts to your throat, his grip surprisingly strong as he holds you down, smirking as your eyes widen in a mix of fear and arousal. "I said I'd be gentle the first time," he murmurs, his voice dark with desire, "You squeezing me so tight, darling." He groans as he watches himself enter and exit your cunt. "You like that?"

Your breath hitches, your body arching into his touch as you struggle to answer. "Y-yes," you manage to gasp out, your voice a bare whisper.

Cedric's smile widens, his grip tightening just enough to make you feel the delicious pressure. "Good girl," he praises, his thumb finding your clit once more. He circles it mercilessly, the sensation making your toes curl.

Your orgasm builds, the pressure rising in your core like a crescendo. You know he can feel it, the way your muscles are clamping down around his cock. He seems to revel in your desperation, his strokes growing faster, his breathing harsher.

As the climax hits, he releases your throat, allowing you to scream out in ecstasy. Your body shudders violently, your eyes rolling back in your head. The feeling of his cock moving in and out of you, coupled with the relentless assault on your clit, sends you spiraling over the edge.

He slows his pace, watching you come down from the high, his expression smug. "You're cumming again? You're so pathetic" he says with a chuckle. "But I do love it." He leans in closer, his teeth grazing your ear.

You feel his breath against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "I want you to remember this moment," he whispers, "Remember who made you cum like this." He starts to fuck you harder, his movements more deliberate. "Remember who owns you."

Your body responds to his words, your pussy tightening around him. You can feel him getting closer to his own release, his strokes becoming more erratic. "I'm going to cum," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to swallow it all, aren't you?"

You nod, unable to form words as he pulls out, his cock glistening with your juices. He pumps himself a few times before he shoots his load into your open mouth. You swallow, the salty taste of him filling your mouth. He watches you with hooded eyes, his own orgasm written all over his face.

When he's finished, he leans back, his chest heaving. "Good," he says, his voice still gruff. "Now, clean me up."

With trembling hands, you reach down and take his still-hard cock into your mouth, eager to taste him fully. You lick and suck, swirling your tongue around the head to make sure you get every drop. He groans, his hand tangling in your hair as he guides you.

When he's clean, he pulls away, a satisfied look on his face. "Much better," he says, patting your head like you're a good pet. "Now, let's see if you can handle a real challenge."

He stands up, pulling you with him. You wobble on your legs, still trembling from the intensity of your last orgasm. He turns you around, pushing you down onto the bed so that your ass is in the air. "I want to see if you can take it without screaming," he says, a hint of a challenge in his voice.

You brace yourself as he enters you from behind, filling you up to the brim. The angle is new and feels incredible, sending fresh waves of pleasure through you. You bite your lip, trying not to make a sound as he starts to move. His strokes are deep and slow, pushing into you in a way that makes your eyes water.

It's all you can do to keep from crying out as he starts to fuck you harder. His hand reaches around, finding your clit again. You whimper, the sensation too much to bear. "I'm going to make you cum so hard," he whispers, his breath tickling your neck.

The pressure builds again, the sensation of his cock stretching you combined with the relentless teasing of your clit is too intense. You feel your body tightening around him, your muscles clenching. He chuckles, his grip on your hip tightening. "Good girl," he murmurs, "Take it all."

You do as he says, your orgasm ripping through you like a tornado. You bury your face in the pillow to muffle your screams as he continues to pound into you. The pleasure is almost too much, your body convulsing with each wave. "You're wayyyy too fucking loud" He hisses further pushing your face into the pillow, his hand over your mouth as he starts to cum. He fills you up, his warm seed spilling into your pussy as you continue to quiver.

When he's finished, he pulls out, his cock slipping from your mouth with a wet sound. You collapse onto the bed, utterly spent. He stands over you, his cock still hard, a smirk playing on his lips. “you’re a little slut that just wants dick inside you all the time, huh?" He says, stroking himself idly.

You can't even find the energy to respond, your body still reeling from the intense experience. He chuckles again before leaving the room, leaving you alone in the aftermath of your first taste of true submission. The room is quiet, save for the sound of your own breathing. You lay there, feeling used and you absolutely loved it, your body covered in sweat and cum, your heart racing.

[drcomttheo]

Mattheo & Theo x YN

summary: It was Valentine's Day at Hogwarts, and Theo and Mattheo wanted to do something special for you after Draco broke up with you.

warnings: smut

words: 1533

a/n: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML

Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲

You got yourself ready for the day and made your way into the common room. Saturday had arrived, and it happened to be Valentine's Day as well.

However, the significance of the day felt diminished, given that it was merely a muggle celebration. Even though the holiday had brought you some joy, the breakup you experienced just yesterday had dimmed any expectations for a good day. That was until Theo and Mattheo emerged from the boys' dormitories and spotted you sitting on the couch.

“Hey, Y/N,” Theo said as he approached you with casual confidence. Mattheo swiftly trailed behind him, and you gazed up at them, offering a gentle smile that conveyed warmth and understanding.

"Hello... What are you two up to today?" You inquired with a drowsy lilt in your voice, accompanied by a gentle, inviting smile.

Theo and Mattheo exchanged glances before turning their attention back to you.

“You'll have to follow us to find out,” Theo said as Mattheo held out his hand.

Your gaze flickered between the two of them before landing on Mattheo's outstretched hand, beckoning you to take it. As you complied, he swiftly pulled you up from the couch.

As soon as you were on your feet, Theo gently took your hand from Mattheo's grasp, and together, they swiftly guided you away from the Slytherin Common Room. They led you past the Great Hall and many hallways as they walked until they reached a room that you'd never seen before.

“Guys, what are we doing…” You inquired softly as they guided you into the shadowy chamber.

"You will see," Mattheo replied as Theo released you and swung the door open. The space beyond the threshold enveloped you three in complete darkness.

Theo whispered softly, barely audible above a whisper, "Close your eyes."

Mattheo approached from behind, his hands warm as they covered your eyes. With a mix of anticipation and uncertainty, you complied, letting the darkness envelop you.

 Mattheo smiled as Theo opened the doors to yet another room, and then Mattheo guided you into it, and they moved your body around and then stopped.

“You may open your eyes now.”As he and Theo stepped back, Mattheo began to speak.

Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the surroundings of the room with a sense of wonder.

Astonished by the sight before you, words eluded you for a brief moment.

The room in front of you was completely dark inside; the only light illuminating the room was all the small red candle-like lights that were floating all over the ceiling. On the tables, a pristine white cloth draped elegantly, showcasing a bowl brimming with chocolate-dipped strawberries nestled in a bed of ice.

On another table was a vase of roses, and as you looked around, you heard both of them speak.

"Happy Valentine's Day," they said in unison, and a smile spread across your face.

"Guys... You didn't have to—" You began to speak.

"But we did," Theo said, positioning himself beside Mattheo as they flanked you.

"You deserve something truly special after everything that happened yesterday," Mattheo said, his arm gently encircling your waist as he led you toward the table. Theo leaned in closer, a playful glint in his eyes as he picked up a chocolate-covered strawberry, offering it enticingly to your lips.

“Open."

You opened your mouth as instructed, and Theo leaned closer, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he gently placed the strawberry between your lips, watching intently as you began to savor its sweetness. As the moment unfolded, Mattheo leaned in, his lips brushing softly against your neck with a series of tender kisses.

You tilted your head in sync with Mattheo, savoring each bite, as a warm sensation began to build within you. Mattheo let out a low hum against your neck as he continued to kiss softly. Theo's smirk deepened as he watched you yield to Mattheo's tender touches.

Mattheo shifted his lips to another spot on your neck, kissing gently as his hand slipped beneath your skirt and rested on your waist. Theo found himself increasingly drawn to the idea of kissing you as he presented another strawberry, the sweet fruit glistening in the light.

“Open."

You parted your lips, a soft bite on your lower lip as Mattheo's tender kisses danced along your neck, slowly making his way down to your collarbone.

Theo gently offered the strawberry to your lips, and you savored its sweetness once again. As you did so, Mattheo's lips brushed against the right side of your neck, the pressure building as his hand gripped your waist more firmly.

Theo shifted nearer, settling to your left, his warmth radiating against your side as he softly pressed his lips to your shoulder.

Mattheo leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “Enjoying this?" He made a playful remark before leaning in to gently kiss your earlobe, feeling your body shiver against him.

Theo's lips curled into a mischievous smile as his fingers gently traced the fabric of your skirt, inching beneath it with deliberate slowness.

Theo's hand was gentle and soft as it made contact with your skin, moving further until he made contact with your heat, teasing you. Mattheo's lips brushed against your ear and neck, lingering with a gentle warmth before finally finding their way to yours.

Theo started to rub you softly through your pants, teasing you, and Mattheo could not suppress a low groan as you pressed your hips back against him as you responded to Theo's touch.

"You want more?" Theo playfully taunted, causing you to tilt your head back in amusement.

Mattheo gently grasped your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

Your cheeks were tinged with a delicate blush, and your breath came in quickened bursts.

"You are so beautiful," Mattheo murmured gently, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

Theo maintained his slow, deliberate movements, his other hand sliding beneath your shirt to explore the delicate skin of your stomach with a gentle touch.

Mattheo gave you a soft and quick kiss, and then he released your chin, his arms shifting to encircle your waist, drawing you closer to him. He felt your hips press back against his, feeling his hard bulge, and the friction made him let out a moan, and Theo moved to the front of you.

"You feel that?" Mattheo said in a low tone before he pulled you closer to him as he began to kiss your neck once more. Theo stood before you, his fingers gliding beneath your panties, teasing and circling as he sensed your breath quickening.

"Please,” you desperately breathed out. Theo gave a subtle nod to Mattheo, who then stepped back, inadvertently sending everything on the table crashing to the floor with a loud bang.

Theo took hold of your hips, effortlessly lifting you onto the table. He pushed you back just enough so that your head hung off the edge, and as you reclined, he slid your skirt away, raising your knees and leaving you entirely vulnerable before him.

He turned to you then, Mattheo, before he teasingly pressed his tongue against your glistening center, igniting waves of pleasure throughout your being.

Mattheo smirked and positioned himself at your head, your hair cascading down from the table. As Theo's tongue expertly circled your clit, he ensured he savored every drop of you.

Mattheo carefully unfastened his belt, and as he eased his pants down, his impressive form sprang free, landing against his toned abdomen.

"You taste incredible," Theo remarked, wiping his lips as he pressed a finger into you. You arched your back, and as you did, your mouth parted slightly while Mattheo pressed his firm length against your soft lips.

"Are you ready, love?" Mattheo said, taunting you with himself.

“Yes.”

Time was no longer a luxury, and Mattheo playfully hooked his finger into your mouth, urging you to open wide. With a teasing smirk, he slid himself in, your mouth instinctively forming around him.

Without hesitation, Theo plunged three fingers inside you, his mouth expertly circling your clit as Mattheo thrust into you. The rhythm continued for several minutes, building an exquisite tension in your stomach.

Then, exchanging a knowing glance, the two of them pulled away, leaving you breathless.

Theo effortlessly lifted you, flipping you onto your knees.

Without waiting any longer, he revealed himself, pressing into you with an intensity that left you winded. The sound of his hand meeting your skin echoed in the air while Mattheo's grip tightened around you, guiding you into a deeper connection that left you gasping for more.

“Good girl.” One of them murmured, but uncertainty clouded your mind, and before long, warm tears began to trickle down your cheeks. The small room felt stifling, your skin clammy as emotions surged within you, immense and consuming.

Your knees threatened to give way, and your jaw ached to clench, yet the ecstasy was simply too overwhelming to resist. And you were winding up tightly, and Theo felt your walls clench around him.

“Not yet, little one,” Theo murmured, his hands gripping your hips with a possessive intensity that made you wonder if he might leave marks behind.

The sounds of pleasure echoed throughout the room, and warmth trickled down your chin as you found yourself overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

Mattheo tightened his grip on your hair while Theo delivered a sharp slap to your backside that left a stinging sensation.

At that moment, they both paused, surrendering to the intensity of the experience.

[weasleyreidstyles]

Serendipity; Tulips & Starlight

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i decided to make it super fluffy and cute - to make up for the angst to come (ig thats a spoiler?? but not really). if you want more one shots for this series send me a request because this was actually so fun 😁😁

Every year, without fail, the castle halls were full to the brim with wreathes of glittering hearts and ribbons of all sorts of reds, pinks and whites. The Hogwarts student body made a huge deal of Valentines Day every year – the muggleborn students had the most fun with the aspects that made it all the more magical. Each year, Professor Dumbledore would employ a series of real life Cupids to fly about the castle shooting 'arrows of love' towards their targets for the price of five whole Galleons.

Every year you find it sickening. This year is no different.

The Great Hall is swarming with people during breakfast and flying among the swooping owls are at least thirty or so Cupids who drift above the tables, skimming people's heads with the tips of their wrinkled feet. In place of the enchanted sky in the ceiling, red hearts have been enchanted to cascade like rain fall, bursting into balls of sparkling light that falls softly onto the tables, which are decorated in the same shade rather than the traditional scarlet, emerald, navy and yellow of the House colours.

You walk into the Great Hall, followed closely by Theo and Pansy, with distain painted across your face. Theo snickers as Pansy gushes silently over the Valentines decor.

"This is disgusting." You say with a scowl as the three of you wander in behind a group of giggling second year girls. Theo's snickering turns into a full on laughter as Pansy's head whips in your direction, disbelief written on her face.

"How can you possibly hate this?" she asks with wide eyes, as if you're committing some form of treason for hating this muggle holiday. "I think it's an endearing little thing."

"At least it's only for one day, tesoro." Theodore teases sarcastically, moving away just in time to avoid your swatting hand. "Don't you want to be swooned with flowers and chocolate?"

You curse his words as you part ways to the Ravenclaw table, shooting him daggers when he speaks to you in your mind as he sits down.

I wonder...should I pay one of those ugly Cupids to shoot an arrow at Matt for you? He smirks mischievously as said boy wanders into the Great Hall, deep brown eyes immediately seeking you out before he finds his friends.

You send him a smile, that goes unnoticed by everyone but him, before shooting as many cuss words you know towards Theo, who only laughs in response.

I'll take that as a no, then. Enjoy your breakfast, tesoro. Is all he can say before you kick him from your mind with a forceful shove.

He turns to Mattheo and they begin to have a lengthy discussion, but you're not curious enough to find out what it is, more content with drowning yourself in caffeine, if only to fuel your need to survive through the day.

~∞~

The Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom is possibly the only room in the castle that doesn't reflect the rest of the hallways. You should be glad that it no longer looks like Saint Valentine threw up in every single crevice, but the gloomy atmosphere actually makes your mood deplete. Mattheo had been sending you secretive looks all day and you had to admit that you were curious.

He was definitely planning something; it made you nervous, butterflies fluttering anxiously in your stomach.

Professor Snape was still yet to make his dramatic entrance to the classroom; you were chatting with Hermione, Ron and Harry as you waited impatiently for the lesson to start when Harry pointed to something fluttering above your head.

It's not a Cupid. Thank Merlin. But it's still happening in front of so many people and you want the ground to swallow you whole, until you make eye contact with its sender, who was smirking into the crook of his elbow, avoiding your narrowed gaze.

Mattheo had somehow gotten some faeries to flutter about your head, silent and imposing as one by one, they made about a dozen tulips of varying shades of red, purple and yellow, appear on your desk. You bite the inside of your cheek hard to stop the smile spreading across your face, but it doesn't hinder the bright blush that floods your aching cheeks.

"What the fuck?" Ron guffaws loudly, drawing more attention to the four of you, but you ignore everyone in favour of the deep rasp of his voice that enters your mind.

Theo said it would be a hard no if I paid one of the Cupids to shoot an arrow at you. He says, voice filled with mirth.

Yes. I would've run out of this classroom and you would never see me again. You respond with sparkling eyes.

Well I'm glad I listened to him, for once. Do you like them? The flowers, I mean? He sounds almost... insecure; nervous. Two things Mattheo Riddle is not. Your expression softens.

I love them. Did you know that tulips are my favourite flower?

I asked little Weasley for some help with that one. I'm glad you like them, love. His smirk has transformed into a genuine smile as you brave looking at him amidst the sea of your peers, including the eyes of your three best friends.

Within your conversation that only took mere minutes, rather than the eternity you wished it was, the faeries flittered towards your books and rested upon your desk infront of you, bounding the fallen tulips into an intricate bouquet, bound by what looked like a string of glitter, but you knew better.

You and Hermione gasp simultaneously, along with the other girls in the near vicinity of your desk. Harry and Ron only look more baffled.

"I-is that starlight?" Mione whispers in awe as you both stare down at the faeries who grin up at you with sparkling teeth as the bright silvery light acts like a beacon amidst the darkness of the classroom. "Whoever this is has gone beyond what I thought possible for your attention."

"Yeah." you reply with glistening eyes that flick to Mattheo who looks like he's sat on the edge of his seat.

He sees it in your eyes. The emotion that neither of you have dared to voice, too scared to step even further over the line that you were already holding onto for dear life, but that grip was slipping with every passing day.

Mattheo knew then that he would gift you the world if you asked for it; he would give you anything, even something as rare and beautiful as starlight.

The rest of the day is a blur for you. You hardly notice the eyesores that are Cupids flying around like headless chickens, chasing people around the grounds. All you can think about are the Tulips wrapped up in glistening starlight that sit safely in a vase in your dorm room.

~∞~

Meet me in the Astronomy Tower – M

The lone note, that sits on your bedside table, reads. It was not there when you returned from dinner earlier, so it had appeared during the time you've spent in the company of your friends since then.

The day is almost over, the Grandfather clock in the common room is distantly chiming that it is eleven at night, marking one more hour of the day.

You had woken up in a sour mood over what you would have to endure from overbearing couples and lovesick idiots all day. But you had been pleasantly surprised by just how thoughtful Mattheo had been.

And you were not expecting it at all.

Mattheo Riddle who portrayed this persona of pure evil, stoicism and nonchalance to the world had gone above and beyond your expectations of Valentines Day and turned it into something truely magical.

You turn to look at your chest of drawers, where the tulips rest in a glass vase, starlight pooling around them, and into the air, casting a pleasant glow around your room. You had quickly discovered that he had also charmed the tulips to last forever. So they would never die; symbolic true love forever bathed in breathtaking starlight that was bestowed upon the bouquet like faery dust infront of your very eyes.

Quickly you changed into presentable, but comfortable clothes: Black flared leggings and you covered your cold arms with a fluffy jumper that cropped just above your belly button shoving on a pair of dark trainers before you made the short journey out of the Ravenclaw common room towards the neighbouring Astronomy tower.

It only took you ten slow minutes to sneak across corridors, silently praying the Filch and Mrs. Norris didn't turn the corners when you did. But you got to the Astronomy tower without a hitch and descended the steep staircase, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself at the bite of the cold.

"You came." his voice is a soft caress against the wind and you find yourself immediately wrapped up in his strong arms.

"Of course, I did." you mumble into his chest, hugging him tighter as a gust of wind circles the two of you. "I've been thinking about you all day."

"Have you now?" He asks with a smirk that turns into a startled chuckle as you shove against his chest with a laugh of your own.

It's only when you step out of his embrace that you see what he had planned. Your mouth gapes as you take in the scene in front of you.

Set up in the centre of the open room, surrounded by telescope's and magical orreries, is a red and white gingham picnic blanket surrounded by dazzling balls of light that cascade down the stone walls like fairy lights. There are candles dotted about the room, casting a warm glow.

"Matt-" you start but the feeling of his chest pressing into your back has your voice quieting as he presses languid kisses to your exposed neck. You sigh as you relax into his hold. "How long did this take you?"

"Not long. Pansy helped me with the decorations while I got food from the kitchens. Dobby heard your name and went all out." he chuckles quietly as he gently guides you towards the blanket, where a dark brown picnic basket sits among a series of long candlesticks.

"It looks lovely." you say as you move to sit down, Mattheo following closely behind.

Your thigh presses against his as he reaches into the basket, pulling out a bottle of sparkling wine. You smile as he turns to you with a cheeky grin.

"Ready to be wined and dined, sweetheart?" he asks with a smirk as he pops the cork and pours both of you a generous amount. Your smile gives way to a delightful giggle as you clink your glasses together, pulling out a series of food that Dobby had generously prepared for the two of you.

~∞~

"How did you manage to plan all this? From the tulips to the starlight to...to this? It's all so perfect." you ask as you take a bit out of a chocolate covered strawberry.

"Well...Weasley told me about your favourite flowers and their meaning and I figured out how to bargain with the faeries from the forest for the starlight."

"How?" you were intrigued.

"That's my secret, love." he teases. "I'm not allowed to say."

"Not even to me?" you pout and he laughs as he takes a bit out of the pumpkin pasty on his plate.

"Not even you. I can't break a faerie's promise. You know that."

You could reason with that, you supposed. Faerie promises were sacred in the wizarding world.

"I think this is our first real date." you say contently, as you lean back on your elbows, staring at the side of his chiselled face.

"It is, isn't it." he says, nodding his head. One of his hands rests idly against your thigh, thumb occasionally stroking against the fabric of your leggings. "Well I must say, I don't think you'll ever top this."

You let out a loud laugh at his arrogance that has Mattheo swooning as he stares at you.

"What?" you ask, face wide with a smile as you reach up to brush your hands against your mouth. "Do I have something on my face?"

He leans in closer, voice barely a whisper.

"Yeah, you have an eyelash right here-" he reaches his hand to brush away the stray lash that had fallen onto your cheek but before he does, he presses a searing kiss to your lips.

Momentarily stunned, you react a second late before you wrap your arms around his neck, letting him lay you across the gingham blanket. He smiles against your lips and you can't help but lick at the seam of them until he lets you explore his mouth with your tongue, groaning as he grinds his hips against your's.

The peaceful atmosphere is disrupted by the incessant flapping of wings that has you detaching your lips from his. Looking around curiously you spot the intruder floating around in your peripheral.

"I thought I made it clear that I abhored the idea of a Cupid shooting an arrow at us." you say with a huff as the angel like creature lines up it's bow and arrow. To his credit, Mattheo actually looks confused as he swivels his head in the direction you're looking in.

"I- I didn't-" he pauses before shooting a scathing look towards the door. "Fucking Theodore thinks he's so funny."

The Cupid's arrow makes it's mark and all you feel is a pinch, no less painful than a pin prick, before the loud laughter of your friend is heard from behind the door. You'd find it hillarious if it was anyone else, but not while you were having such an intimate moment.

Mattheo looks about ready to maim his best friend, but you stop him by wrapping your legs around his hips.

"Leave it, Théo. He's just being a dick because he's got no Valentine this year." you say, making your voice louder so that Theo can hear you clearly. You hear his receding footsteps along with his echoing laughter that has Mattheo easing up, but he's clearly speaking to Theo as there's a clouded look in his raging onyx eyes.

"Sorry love." he says as he presses kisses down your neck, reaching for the hem of your jumper that is quickly discarded. You look up at him with an expression that has him melting into you instantly. The words are on the tip of your tongue, but something was stopping you; you knew it was irrational, knew that he felt the same way about you.

But you wanted to tell him when the time was right, and no matter how perfect, you knew that this wasn't that moment. You were content in bathing in his otherworldly presence, pressing kisses to his mouth, nose, cheeks and neck as he worshipped you under the stars.

Your time together was a reprieve from everything happening around you; there was a darkness looming about the castle, but in Mattheo's arms you felt infinitely safe.

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[westcanaan82]

💌The boys pulled out all the stops this week for Valentine’s Day, from extravagant displays of affection to quiet intimate moments of romance. Despite there not being a chocolate in sight, it truly couldn’t have been any sweeter. 💌

A personal heart felt and love filled thank you to the lady that always helps make these weeks possible, my favorite little lovebug, @iclingtolife ❤️ Thank you for helping me get back into the mix and for your ever astounding patience and understanding as I’ve gotten settled into my new home and being ready at the press of a button to help me once again bring the boys out to play. I love you! 👯‍♀️

[lizzie-boo]

Love is in the Fics Challenge

Welcome to my first-ever writing challenge! Leading up to Valentine's Day I will be doing a fun prompt challenge. Below are 14 different prompts for you to use. Feel free to do them in any order you want. This challenge will run from February 1st-14th. If you want to join the challenge use the tag #loveisinthefics2025 when you post your stories. I can't wait to see what everyone comes up with!

Love potion

Secret admirer

Love letters

Giving flowers

Proposal

Last minute gifts

Alone on Valentine's Day

Heart shaped chocolates

Picnic

Dancing at midnight

Valentine's party

Second chance at romance

Falling in love

Valentine's Date

[acourtofchaos]

I need to know what everyone thinks each slytherin boy's love language is

(this is totally for curiosity sake and not something I'm thinking of planning whilst ignoring my wips 👀)

[musingsofahufflepuff]

is getting angst for valentine’s day like getting coal in your stocking? if so, i’m so sorry guys

[girllblogging777]

“VALENTINE’S DAY REQUESTS DROP VALENTINE’S DAY REQUESTS I’M TAKING VALENTINE’S DAY REQUESTS” i scream as they lead me to the asylum

(but really. i am taking requests)

[clarevins]

I have some belated art for Valentine's Day 💕

I wish everyone a mutual and beautiful love.

Someday I'll finish this fanfic about them, but for now I still love Mattheo Riddle and Rain Wild.

In general, I often think that here is a place where I can write all my thoughts, but then when I sit down to post something then all the thoughts leave my head.

But it's probably great to try to write down thoughts sometimes and keep at least some kind of memory journal).

[glittervame]

Oh....Happy Valentine's Day

Theodore Nott x FEM!Y/n

Theo and Y/n are STEP siblings, they are not related

Warning: Smut +18 MDI, Wrap it before you tap it, humiliation, fingering, creampie, spanking, spit kink, doggy, rough sex, Theo refers to self as big brother and Y/n as sister, dubcon

Theodore, often affectionately called Theo, is the epitome of the term "Golden child."

With his mousy-brown hair and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts, he has been basking in the warm embrace of favoritism ever since their parents' marriage three years ago.

In the short time he has been part of the family, he has managed to win everyone over with his charm, leaving little room for doubt about who the apple of everyone's eye truly is.

Theo is a star athlete at school, a straight-A student, and life of the party. Theo balances his extracurricular activities with his academic responsibilities as if juggling flaming torches was a piece of cake. He's the kind of person who makes success look easy, as if it's an inherent trait rather than the result of hard work and sacrifice.

He carries himself with a grace that is both captivating and disarming. He is the life of every party, the first to crack a joke, and the last to leave a conversation without making sure everyone has felt included. His laughter is infectious, a sound that lights up the room.

No one knows what he's like behind closed doors except for Y/n, who shares a house with him, it's a side of Theo that's a stark contrast to the public's perception. 

Y/n and Theo had been sharing a house together, a token of their parent's graduation gift, to help them both financially as they pursue their dreams in the same city.

Theo brings girls home all the time, but none of them ever seem to last. One night could find Theo going down on a Burnett in the middle of their shared living room, the next night she'll find him with a girl with raven hair in the pool making out.

It's a pattern that's grown old, but one Y/n has learned to ignore, after all, it's Theo's life and he can live it however he pleases.

But don't even get her started on when she tries to bring a guy home for the once-in-a-while casual hookup. Theo turns into a completely different person, a protective big brother that she never knew existed. He'd grill the poor soul until they were practically begging to leave, making it clear that no one is good enough for her.

Y/n's friends think it's hot that she has Theodore as a stepbrother and how protective he is about boys. The month after their parents had gotten married they literally gave her a list of the reasons why she should jump at the opportunity.

"Come on, Y/n, he's like the boy version of you," one friend had said with a wink and a nudge. "Smart, good looking, athletic..."

"...and totally off-limits," she'd finished with a sigh.

They giggled, sharing knowing glances, while she rolled her eyes. Sure, Theodore was all of those things, but he was also her stepbrother. Plus, she didn't have a crush on him. Not at all. Okay, maybe just a tiny one, but it was nothing to write home about.

Her friends had only met him a handful of times, but they were obsessed with the idea of a forbidden romance. They'd seen too many movies and read too many steamy novels. Y/n knew that the reality was far from the fantasy.

Theodore was actually pretty annoying. He was always around, always teasing her, always in her space. It was like he enjoyed getting under her skin. But, she had to admit, he had his moments. Even through his "casual" relationships, Theo is incredibly attentive to Y/n. He makes sure she's okay, asks her about her day, and even goes so far as to cook for her when she's had a bad one.

He's been weird with her for the past few weeks, getting more touchy-feely than usual. It started with the playful shoves in the kitchen that turned into lingering touches on the small of her back. It's been driving her crazy, making her feel things she shouldn't.

Y/n's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming shut. She looks up from her book to see Theo strolling in, sweaty from soccer practice. His shirt clings to his chest, showcasing his well-defined abs. She tries not to stare, really, she does, but it's like her eyes have a mind of their own.

"Hey," he says casually, dropping his bag on the floor.

"Theo, please, not in the living room," she says, her voice a little more breathless than she intended.

He grins at her, that annoyingly charming grin that makes her knees go a little wobbly. "What's cooking?"

"I'm not your personal chef," she retorts, but she can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth.

"Come on, you know I'm useless in the kitchen." He winks and she can feel her cheeks heat up. "Unless it's eating I'm good at that." he winks.

Why does he have to be so... so... him?

"Fine, fine, I'll heat up some leftovers."

As she stands, he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her into a side-hug. "You're the best," he says into her hair.

Her heart skips a beat, and she can feel the warmth of his breath on her neck. It's nothing she hasn't felt before, but today, it feels... different. She pulls away quickly, blaming it on the heat of the kitchen.

"So, any new boys sniffing around?" he asks, as if he doesn't already know the answer.

"None that are worth mentioning," she says with a shrug.

"Good."

The way he says it sends a shiver down her spine. It's possessive, protective. And she hates that she likes it.

They spend the rest of the evening watching a movie, their legs entwined on the couch. His arm is thrown casually around her shoulder, and she tells herself it's just because they're family now. But when his hand brushes against her thigh, she can't help but wonder if there's something more to it.

That was months ago though, now Y/n was crying in her room, her heart broken because she had just gotten dumped by her boyfriend out of the blue. Her room was a mess, her eyes were puffy and red, and her nose was definitely not as pretty as it used to be.

The door creaks open, and she sees Theo standing there, holding a bowl of ice cream. "I heard you crying," he says softly. "Thought this might help."

Y/n sniffs and takes the bowl gratefully. "Thanks," she murmurs, taking a spoonful. It's mint chocolate chip cookie dough, her favorite.

They sit in silence for a while, the only sound being the occasional sniffle from her and the scooping of ice cream.

"He didn't deserve you," Theo says eventually.

"You don't know him," she replies, but she appreciates the sentiment.

"I don't have to. You deserve someone who treats you like a queen." he says as he pulls her into his side fingers running through her hair as  he grabs the remote and puts on their favorite show.

The words hang in the air, and she can't help but look up at him. His eyes are filled with something she can't quite read, something that makes her heart race a little faster.

"You're sweet," she whispers, taking another bite of ice cream.

"I try," he says, giving her a smile.

As they watch the TV, his thumb brushes against her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. And in that moment, she can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, her friends were right. Maybe Theodore isn't so annoying after all. Maybe he's exactly what she needs.

“I wouldn’t put you through this...” Theo coos as he pulls away slightly to look into her eyes, his own filled with sincerity. “You deserve better than that, Y/n.”

Their eyes lock, and she can feel the tension in the air thickening. She’s never noticed how close their lips are when they’re just sitting together, casually talking. It’s like the universe is playing a cruel trick on her.

“You... you don’t think it’s weird?” she stammers, setting the bowl aside.

Theo looks confused for a moment before his eyes widen in realization. “You mean us?”

Y/n nods, feeling her cheeks burn even hotter.

He takes a deep breath before leaning in closer, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. “Why would it be weird?” he whispers, his breath ghosting over her lips. And then he kisses her. It’s gentle at first, as if he’s testing the waters, but when she doesn’t pull away, it deepens. His arms wrap around her, pulling her closer until she’s practically in his lap.

It’s wrong, she knows it is, but it feels so right. And for the first time in a long time, Y/n feels alive. Her heart is racing, her body is singing, and she can’t get enough of his taste.

They break apart, panting slightly, and she looks up at him, her eyes wide. “Theo..."

He couldn't resist the urge to run his hands through her hair and gently pull it, tipping her head back to expose her neck to his hungry mouth. She gasped at the sensation, her body responding to his.

He couldn't resist the urge to run his hands through her hair and gently pull it, tipping her head back to expose her neck to his hungry mouth. She gasped at the sensation, her body responding to his dominance.

"Theo...we shouldn't be doing this."

With one hand firmly gripping the base of her neck, Theodore's other hand roamed down to her thighs, his fingers tracing the outline of her panties. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and his cock grew harder at the thought of what was to come.

He slid her panties to the side, exposing her wet, pink pussy. He groaned with pleasure, feeling his own arousal grow as he saw her reaction to his touch. He slid a single digit into her, watching as she bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan. He began to pump his finger in and out of her, increasing the pace as her hips began to move in sync with his hand.

“This right here … if I put my fingers in here.. it’ll make you feel so good. Isn’t that what you want kiddo? To feel good?”

Y/n's hands found their way to his shoulders, her nails digging in as she grew more and more desperate. "teddy...." 

Theodore's teeth grazed her neck, sending shivers down her spine, as he inserted another finger into her, stretching her even further. He could feel her tightening around him, her body begging for more.

Withdrawing his fingers, he brought them to his mouth and tasted her sweetness, watching her eyes go wide with a mix of shock and arousal. He leaned in closer, whispering into her ear, "You're so fucking wet for me, baby."

Without warning, he slammed his mouth down onto hers, biting her bottom lip hard enough to draw a drop of blood. He didn’t stop, instead using his thumb to wipe it away, bringing it back to her mouth for her to taste. The metallic tang of her own blood mixed with the salty flavor.

"This is wrong… we really can’t..." Your face flushes out of embarrassment, lips brushing against his.

Theodore leaned over her, his hand sliding down to her pussy again. He inserted his fingers into her tight, wet warmth and began to pump them in and out, curling them slightly to hit her g-spot. She whimpered and arched her back, her hips bucking up to meet his hand.

He leaned down and began to kiss her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth. He felt her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, her teeth grazing his lower lip. He matched her ferocity, his own teeth sinking into her lip, tugging gently before releasing.

"You like that?" he murmured against her mouth, his fingers working her into a frenzy. " your little pussy’s so messy, look how much she's talkin' to me.” he says as he moves his fingers faster.

Y/n could only nod, her eyes glazed with desire. Theodore took that as his cue to slide his fingers out of her, only to replace them with his thumb. He began to rub her clit in slow circles, watching her body tense and release as she grew closer to her climax.

As she came, she threw her head back, crying out his name, her body shuddering with pleasure. He kissed along her neck, feeling her pulse race under his lips. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her: desperate and willing to do anything for more.

"Good girl," he whispered, his hand still resting gently on her pussy. "Now, let's see if I can make you do that again."

Happy Valentine's day <3

Will you be my Valentine?

[redeemingvillains]

ps i love you - mattheo riddle ft. the slytherin boys

summary: mattheo plans an unexpected valentine's day surprise for you

word count: 3.3k

a/n: honestly, this healed me a little bit. this is for anyone that just needs a heaping dose of love from our favorite boys, all of whom are absolutely head over heels for you. ♡

Your eyes fluttered open slowly and you smiled as you curled into your soft sheets, yawning and stretching your sleep-heavy limbs, enjoying the sacrosanct moment of a new morning, before the noise and thoughts from the day invaded you.

But the feeling faded almost as soon as it came and within moments your brain switched on and you felt a pang in your chest as you remembered...today was Valentine's Day and despite the devilishly handsome curly haired boy that had stolen your heart and claimed you as his own, you would be spending it alone; his father had whisked him away to something urgent, and he wasn't the type of man to argue with.

Mattheo had all but disappeared last night with quick but searing kiss and a promise to make it up to you. And how could you possibly be angry with him when you melted at his touch, at the look in his amber eyes, at the feeling of his lips against your own which you sensed even now as you ran your fingers over them?

You sighed, slowly dragging yourself out of bed despite the weighted sadness you felt and began readying yourself for the day.

You were in no rush to see the rest of the castle gushing over the holiday; the Great Hall would inevitably be awash in red and pink, filled with flowers and owls delivering love letters. There would be the predictable wave of students dosed by love potions, and an obscene amount of PDA that you would have loved to participate in that now made you sick to think about. Ugh. That alone made you want to stay in your room, but you took your time getting ready, grounding yourself as you did a full self-care routine.

Once dressed, you wandered down the corridor by your dormitory into the common room and found a tall, lanky figure leaning against the stone wall, eyes focused on his feet which he shuffled back and forth as he twirled a toothpick in his mouth.

"Enz?" you asked, as you got closer.

His eyes shot to you as they widened, brightening.

"There she is!" he said excitedly as he straightened up and righted his suit jacked. "You look divine today. Simply beautiful" he winked.

You blushed as you shoved his shoulder in reprimand and laughed at him.

"You're sweet" you conceded.

"You're sweeter" he cooed. "And I could keep this up for hours, babe, but it's my honor to escort you to our breakfast date."

"What?" you asked through another laugh as your face scrunched in confusion. Surely he has to be joking, you thought. Mattheo would strangle him with his bare—

"Oh! Shit! Yeah, uh here" he said, reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket and handing you a sealed envelope.

You narrowed your eyes skeptically at him as you reached for it until you recognized your name scrawled in Mattheo's small script on the front and eagerly tore it open.

Good morning. You look gorgeous. I don't have to be there to know that you do. I love starting my days with you, and it kills me not to be there this morning especially. Enz will have to do. Tell him to stop laying it on so thick, this isn't a hallpass to eyefuck you all morning—

You peered over the top of the letter to see Lorenzo smirking appreciatively at you and smiled.

—And tell him if he steps a single toe out of line with you, I will take sincere pleasure in rearranging his face.

You laughed quickly and covered your mouth with your hand. Lorenzo's eyebrow quirked inquisitively but you shook your head, dismissing it.

Tell. Him. It's for his own safety. Enjoy breakfast. PS, I love you

You folded the letter slowly, unable to contain the smile on your face, absolutely giddy at the penned words you held and the notion that Mattheo had planned something like this.

"Gorgeous?" Enzo said as he offered you his arm.

You linked arms with him cheerfully, a new pep in your step as he led you through the common room and into the castle.

You received a fair share of confused glances which Lorenzo reveled in, beaming at everyone who did a double take at the two of you together, knowing full well who you really belonged to.

"Wonder what's for breakfast?" you mused as a pair of Hufflepuffs shuffled to get out of your way.

"Oh, we're not going to the Great Hall" Enzo clarified as he took a last-minute turn down an unfamiliar corridor.

You looked up at him, surprised, and he caught your eye.

"And have you eat with these peasants? Please" he scoffed, stopping in front of a door you'd never seen before. "No, Matty boy flew you breakfast, from Paris" he said with a flourish as he pushed the door open wide and you gasped at the scene in front of you.

The doorway opened to a small balcony with an astonishing view of the grounds, the myriad pine trees frosted with snow and the Black Lake that was shimmering like a sheet of obsidian in the cold.

Despite the wintry scene, there was a small table laden with steaming cups of hot chocolate, a mountain of pastries, macaroons, croissants and treats all the way from France. Gods I love magic you thought to yourself as Enzo pulled out your seat and handed you a blanket from a large pile which you took eagerly as you wrapped your hands around the warm mug in front of you.

The hot chocolate was rich with a large helping of whipped cream that warmed you all the way through to your toes and brought you right back to the time Mattheo took you to Paris himself and you sipped on the decadent drink by his side. Your heart ached briefly at the memory, but Enzo was quick to pick up on it, and eagerly began chatting away with you about classes, quidditch, and even the Ravenclaw he had his eye on and you realized how nice it was to have this time together to sit and really talk to one of your closest friends, to hear how he was doing.

"You didn't want to take your crush to breakfast?" you teased, kicking him gently under the table.

"And miss this? Babe. This is the highlight of my month, maybe my entire fucking year" he said as he smirked at you and popped another macaroon in his mouth.

You knew he was laying it on thick, but there was a hint of truth to it too, and the knowledge that he valued your friendship that way made you awash with emotion.

His eyebrow quirked as he looked over your shoulder and smiled sadly.

"Well, my lady, this is where I leave you. Our love shined bright though brief."

You turned to see Blaise and Draco behind you, each carrying an extraordinarily large bouquet of flowers that they were peeking out behind with equally large smiles.

"Guys! This is so sweet!" you exclaimed as they set the bundles down and embraced you, your feelings starting to bubble to the surface again at the amount of love and affection you felt.

"Of course, darling, Happy Valentine's Day" Draco said as he kissed your cheek.

"Here you are, love" Blaise said, flourishing a letter that sent your heartbeat soaring.

Another? You reached for it eagerly, tearing into it haphazardly, craving Mattheo's words.

Did you like the hot chocolate? I hope it reminded you of our trip to Paris. I'll never forget how happy you were, the way you shined brighter than that whole fucking city... And what we got up to in the hotel that first night, when you wore that red lace set... Needless to say, don't let any of these idiots read these letters—

"Soooo, what's he writtennnn?" Blaise asked, peering over page.

"Nothing!" you replied, bending the top of the note protectively as you kept reading.

You deserve breakfast from Paris and everything your heart desires. The boys have my credit card, go get whatever you want in Hogsmeade. No smutty books, though, you have a real boyfriend that's better than any book boyfriend. And no clothing that's too revealing, unless it's for me... in which case, you should know, I'm partial to red lace... PS, I love you

Your eyes twinkled as you looked up at Draco and Blaise with excitement.

"It's fucking on" you said, as they cheered.

You went into every. single. store. Lollipops, chocolate frogs, candy hearts and pumpkin pasties from Honeydukes, the most divine stationary and a new set of quills from Scrivenshaft's, and then cue the full montage of you trying on outfits for hours while the two boys sat amidst a pile of shopping bags, enjoying their candy and eagerly goading you on.

"Yes, babe."

"Smashing it!"

"Absolutely."

"You have to get it, get both actually."

"Love, you're wearing it better than the fucking model."

Until Draco turned, finally, yelling over his shoulder to a passing attendant.

"We'll take the lot!"

And gods help the people in the bookstore. Draco could barely see over the bags and boxes he was carrying and now Blaise's arms were laden with every single book you've had on your TBR list, chatting excitedly with you about them.

"Nooo, isn't that the latest one in the series? Didn't that come out like, yesterday?!" he exclaimed as you held the hardcover book in your hands like a holy relic and nodded.

"Can I borrow it when you're done?" he asked quietly.

"We'll just get you one too!" you said excitedly, grabbing a second.

Both of them followed you without complaint, cheery and upbeat, treating you like the princess Mattheo saw you as, they all saw you as, as you made your way back to the castle in the pending twilight, high on candy and your shopping spree.

Mattheo had undoubtedly pulled out all of the stops today, so surely there had to be a something big for the evening?

You tried every way you knew how to coax it out of Draco and Blaise but they held strong, insistent that you be patient as they led you through the castle, down a first floor corridor you hadn't been down before as you continued to question them incessantly.

Was it a five-course meal from your favorite restaurant in London? A private concert from Taylor Swift? I mean, what could possibly top the day you'd had already? They stopped in front of a plain door and pushed it open to reveal... the kitchens, large, industrial-looking, and decidedly...not what you had expected.

But then your eyes swept the space and landed on Theo, in an apron, working diligently at the counter on something as Enzo moved quickly around him, in an apron of his own, a dash of flour on his cheek.

And then you saw the small wooden table just big enough for the five of you, replete with mismatched chairs and a few floating candlesticks.

And then the smell hit you.

"Bella!" Theo shouted, waving you over in flurry of Italian you couldn't follow.

You approached slowly, taking in the scene of him rolling homemade pasta with practiced ease and the steaming pot of sauce on the stove that smelled divine, like fresh tomatoes and roasted garlic, and your stomach growled in response.

"You're cooking for me? you asked, your voice a hoarse whisper at the overwhelming gentleness and kindness, the domesticity of it all.

You'd seen Theo break someone's nose, you'd seen him put puking pastilles in someone's goblet and trip a first year just for the fun of it, but you'd never seen him do anything so... tender.

"Yeah" he said quickly, acknowledging you. "And if you don't start rolling, we're not eating, tesoro" he said, tossing an apron at you, which you caught with a laugh, tying it on eagerly as you moved next to him, bumping his shoulder as you copied his movements and the gentle rolling of his hands.

Draco and Blaise poured wine and helped set the table and the three of you shared stories about your afternoon, all of you chatting about your day, about everything and nothing in the way a family would, natural, easy, unforced and relaxed.

Theo wiped his hands with a towel and then reached into his back pocket, brandishing your letter, which you unfolded and read as you leaned back against the counter, shifting into a world where it was just you and Mattheo's words.

Gorgeous - Theo promised he'd make you something good for dinner, and if I trust him with anything, it's food. Fuck. This one's hard. Because it should be me with you tonight. Please know there's nowhere else on earth I'd rather be than right there with you, right now. The boys will do the best they can, I know they will. Try not to laugh too hard when Theo tells you about the time his Nonna ran from the cops in Sicily. He thinks it's hilarious, and it's his way of trying to impress you. He knows how much you mean to me. Enjoy, my 'bella donna' PS, I love you

You smiled at the familiar last sentence, tracing your fingers over the ink, like you could feel him through it and you realized you were biting your lip to keep from crying. You had kept the feelings at bay all day, but this, being here tonight without him, was hard on you too. You missed him so fervently it was like your whole body ached.

"Ok, ok" Theo said, gently putting his arm around you as he guided you towards the table. "Sedere, sit down, now we spoil you."

You sniffed and swiped quickly at your eye as you settled into your chair and the boys followed suit, surrounding you. And then Theo placed the most perfect bowl of pasta you'd ever seen in front of you, more beautiful and better plated than any restaurant you'd ever been to.

"Theo, this is..." you said, looking up at him, at a loss for words.

He nodded his appreciation. "It's my Nonna's recipe. Best fucking sauce in Sicily" he said as he scooted his own chair in across from you and winked as he raised his glass in a toast.

"To the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts" he said as you all raised your glasses alongside him.

"Here's to cheating, stealing and drinking. May you cheat death, steal hearts and always drink with me!"

The boys cheered and you laughed as you clinked glasses and settled into your meal.

You twirled the pasta and delved into your first bite, the most incredible taste taking over your tastebuds as your eyes fluttered closed.

"Mmmmm Theeeeooo" you said.

"Fuck. That was hot" Enzo whispered as you opened your eyes to glare at him.

"I'm telling him you said that to her" Draco muttered as Enzo kicked him under the table.

"It's soooo good!" you exclaimed, ignoring them all as you dug in for your next bite.

"Did I ever tell you about the time Nonna dodged the cops?"

Your eyes watered with tears at his story, just as much from laughing as from the overwhelming joy you felt at Theo telling it to make you happy, to impress you, consistently eyeing your reaction to his every word.

After awhile you gestured around the room with your fork, savoring the last bites of your meal.

"It's hard to imagine that the heartthrob of Hogwarts himself isn't doing this for one of his girls tonight" you said, teasing Theo.

Theo put down his wine glass and looked at you like you'd asked him if he wanted to be a muggle.

"This?! Bella. Please" he said, shaking his head. "This is marriage shit right here. I don't just do this for anyone. Matty boy loves you, that's for fucking sure."

You smiled and nodded as you looked back down at your plate.

"Yeah he does" you agreed, thinking to yourself just how much he'd proven that today.

You sat around the table for hours, listening to the boys talk and laugh and joke, the night washing away in a haze of a perfect meal, a full belly and a couple of glasses of wine. You eventually dropped your head onto Blaise's shoulder comfortably.

"We wore her out boys" Enzo said affectionately, tilting his head to mirror your own and smile at you.

"Let's get you back" Blaise said, standing with you.

The two of you walked with your arm wound around his in amiable silence all the way back to your dorm, and it wasn't until you were nearly there that Blaise whispered, "Did we do alright?" with a sense of vulnerability you'd never heard from any of them before that stopped you in your tracks.

"Blaise" you reassured him, grasping his arms as you looked up at him. "I was dreading being alone today, I think you could all tell I was teetering on the edge of a breakdown the entire day..."

He nodded his head sadly.

"But each of you completely swept me off my feet, and made me feel so loved, so cherished, and so special. I couldn't have asked for four better stand-in-Mattheo's" you said, smiling widely. "Thank you" you whispered, pulling him into a warm hug.

"You deserve it, and more" he murmured against you, squeezing you tightly. "Sweet dreams, YN" he said, as you unwound from each other and you made your way towards your room.

The warmth you'd felt throughout the day carried you up to bed, lingering with you as you crawled into your pajamas and under your covers as you reached for Mattheo's letters, reading and re-reading his words as you traced your fingers over his script.

I love you, I love you, I love you he'd written and you marveled at how someone could be so far away yet still make you feel so deeply cared for. Your heart squeezed, the sadness you'd felt throughout the day numbing to a dull ache as your eyes fluttered closed.

You slipped into a deep sleep, lost to all sense of time when your mattress dipped, rocking you awake. You turned slowly, groggily to see Mattheo crawling under your covers, his eyes bright, cheeks flush with exertion.

"Matty?" you whispered hoarsely, your heartbeat quickening as you tried to wake your brain, your body up fast enough to respond.

"Gorgeous" he whispered, with a sigh of relief as he reached for you, pulling you quickly into his arms and nuzzling into you as your limbs intertwined with his, your heart resting against his own.

"How are you here right now?" you asked.

"Told 'em to fuck off, he didn't need me anyway" he replied quietly.

You pulled back to look at him, the confusion clear on your face.

"Alright, not exactly like that — it doesn't matter, I'm here and I'm so fucking sorry about today, I had this whole thing planned for us and —"

"—Matty—"

"—You deserve everything, gods everything you do for me—"

"—Matty—"

"—I just love you so fucking much, please don't be mad at me—"

And finally you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips and winding your hands up to grasp his face, to center him, to force him to hear you, to feel you, and within a moment you could feel the stress leaving his body as his shoulders fell, and his body molded against yours, his hands wrapping around you as he slid you beneath him and kissed you back earnestly, passionately.

You pulled back for just a moment, meeting his twinkling brown eyes, taking in his lips, swollen from your kiss.

"I missed you every moment of the entire day" you whispered. "But there wasn't a second I didn't feel completely loved. Thank you."

"I love you so much" he said, his head shaking slightly as his eyes met yours and he brushed the back of his fingers over your cheek. "You really have... no idea."

You blushed, nibbling at your bottom lip.

"Actually, I think I do" you said, pressing your lips to his again.

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