#soft!mattheo riddle

[eternalbuckley]

just thinking about soft!mattheo that only you can experience <33 you’re his soft spot and safe place. you‘ve got him completely wrapped around your finger and he‘d do anything for you as long as it keeps you happy, you can’t change my mind.

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[actually-mentally-ill]

[leona-hawthorne]

so many people write mattheo to be a cold-hearted, womanizing bastard and while i absolutely love reading that mattheo (🙈), i am a firm believer that he’d be the biggest sweetheart when you’re dating him.

don’t get me wrong, he would absolutely be a cold hearted womanizing bastard… at first. after meeting you, he’d still be reserved, arrogant, rude. but somehow, you manage to sneak past the steel barriers he has surrounding his heart.

and when he realizes this, he’d push you away in every way possible. you offer him your notes when he misses class? “fuck off, i don’t need them. trust me, i’ve got a hundred other lap dogs doing that shit for me.”

and his heart would break a little when he’d see your confused frown, but he’d push the guilt down. love is vulnerability. vulnerability is weakness. that’s what he was taught and that’s what he lived by.

but oh, you’re just too perfect. your pretty little face, your sweet voice, the way your eyes light up when you’re talking about muggle studies or baby rabbits, the way you refuse to leave your dorm without your lucky jewlery. it melted the ice around his heart. he never stood a chance.

so he’d give into your affections at some point. and yes, he’d be the scary, possessive boyfriend everyone expects. he’d throw a punch at anyone who dared to touch you wrong or even look at you wrong. but that’s just the mattheo everyone knows. the mattheo you know is a sweetheart. never allowing you to open your own door or pull out your own chair, braiding your hair for you or helping you put it up at night, spoiling you with every candy, piece of clothing, and stuffed animal you want, tying your shoelaces for you, calling you princess.

and let me tell you, this man is the biggest whore for cuddles. he tells you that sleeping in your presence keeps the nightmares at bay and while that’s true, the real reason why he won’t sleep without cuddles is because he simply needs to feel you as close as possible. he needs your hands playing with his hair or your nails scratching his back. and you can’t even try stopping the movements of your hands because trust me, he is an incredibly annoying whiner. “babyyyy keep going.”

skin-to-skin cuddling is even better. he’ll take his shirt off and force you to do the same, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back into his chest. it’s not sexual; he just needs to feel you as close to him as possible, and your bare skin against his just happens to be the closest thing he has to crawling inside your skin and living there.

my point here is basically that mattheo riddle is a soft boy when he’s in love and i will die on this hill!

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[wordsarelife]

—starlight

pairing: soft!mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: mattheo had been liking you for years and when you loose your cat, it's finally his time to prove how good of a boyfriend he would be

warnings: really small mention of a loved one dying

notes: y/n is a bit luna lovegood coded

the morning was hotter than the days before, even though it was slowly becoming fall. mattheo and his friends had decided to stay inside for the first time in weeks and were now sitting in the Iibrary, busy understanding their potions homework.

"so" enzo mumbled, the words a bit harder to recognize, because he had the tip of his quill between his lips "what is the answer to number eight?"

"if i tell you, you won't learn anything" theo, the only one who was really understanding the task at hand, groaned.

"yeah, but we would stop wasting our time" mattheo mumbled just silent enough so theo wouldn't hear. blaise, who sat next to him, laughed.

"come on, mate" draco started pleading "you know i normally get these, but it's so hot outside, i'd rather swim in the lake"

"well, you have to earn that first" theo was not budging under the pleading of his friends. blaise, draco, enzo and mattheo groaned simultaneously

"where is pansy? shouldn't she sit here with us and be annoyed at you?" blaise asked, while his eyes wandered to the empty spot next to draco, that was normally occupied by the girl.

"she's got detention with mcgonagall, i'm copying the answers for her" draco answered

"well, now that's unfair" mattheo shook his head "why don't you say anything about that, theo?"

it seemed like theo hadn't even listened to what his friends were talking about. he was busy reading the next number and looked up confused. "what?"

"forget it" mattheo hid his face in his hands, while blaise and enzo exchanged a look, rolling their eyes

"woah" blaise suddenly made next to him "isn't that y/n?"

mattheos head turned, so did the rest of his friend's.

it was indeed you. the slytherins watched in confusion how you climbed the ladder leaning against the shelf. their confusion only grew when you didn't stop climbing at the highest shelf, but used your arms to pull you up on top of the shelf.

"what is she doing?" enzo mumbled

“i have no clue” mattheo watched you closely, following your every move.

he had been kind of in love with you since the third grade. his friends found his crush on you quite interesting, considering you were a bit curious and weird, but somehow all of them agreed that it was in a cute way, a bit too stubborn, a bit too much in your own world.

maybe the carelessness and constant happy mood you were spotted with only added to their confusion. mattheo wasn’t normally the guy to go for girls like you. and it was out of the ordinary to see him as nervous as he was around you. girls normally didn't make him nervous, but you did.

they all gasped simultaneously, as one of your hands hit the shelf a bit too far left and almost made you fall down.

“oh” you said, both at your close call and their presence, you had only noticed them now. “hi” you used the hand that had almost caused you to fall to wave at them

“hey, y/n!” theo raised his hand, copying your greeting, while his eyes were still fixated on the potions book on the table in front of him. he was the only one of his friends who was also friends with you, a result of your similar interest in astronomy.

mattheo watched you closely. he had stood up to catch you, in case there was another close call. him and the rest of his friends watched you as you crawled along the shelf.

“what are you doing?” enzo asked, louder than he had planned which resulted in madam pince shushing him. "sorry" enzo cringed, but it was already too late.

his voice had been so loud and sudden, that it had made you shriek. like mattheo had predicted, you lost your balance and fell down the shelf. luckily, he caught you before you could hit the ground.

“thanks” you smiled, patting his chest and climbing out of his arms.

mattheo was stunned at how relaxed you still were after almost falling to your death. well, maybe not death but you still could've gotten hurt really bad.

“i was looking for my cat” you smiled as if it was the most logical explanation, answering enzo’s question, without any hard feeling about him causing you to fall. “but she isn’t up there”

“ahh, alright” enzo nodded, acting like he understood what you were talking about, but he looked as lost as mattheo felt.

“see you later” you waved your hand at the boys before you turned around and left the library.

mattheo quickly grabbed his potions book, ready to follow you.

“what are you doing?” theo looked at him with narrowed eyes, almost sounding offended “we haven’t finished number nine yet”

“i was trying to..” mattheo trailed off, pointing at where you had last stood

“go” draco directed, pushing theo, who was ready to get up and discuss things with mattheo, back down in his seat.

blaise plastered a hand over theo’s mouth as he started protesting. mattheo nodded at his friends, silently thanking them, before he ran out of the library, hoping to still catch you.

to his luck, you had enough time on you to walk through the halls slowly.

“hey” mattheo breathed, matching your step “do you need help looking for your cat?”

“sure” you seemed happy enough about his suggestion “her name is starlight, but she doesn’t really answer to that, so there’s no point in calling her”

“okay” mattheo nodded “and she normally spends her time on top of the library shelves?”

“sometimes” you shrugged “she mostly spends her time all over the castle”

“do you often do things like that?”

“what?” you smiled “climb on top of shelves and let pretty boys catch me? not really, no” you shook your head laughing, while mattheo was still stuck on what you had described him as.

“how does starlight look like?” he tried a different approach as he followed you through the halls, almost sure you were heading to the astronomy tower.

“she’s a ginger cat”

“well, that’s explains a lot” mattheo laughed and you joined in “why doesn’t she answer to her name?”

“she belonged to my grandfather, she would only ever answer his calling, or react to his voice in general” you explained “he died a few months ago and my parents thought about giving her away, so she's now staying with me”

“that’s sad” mattheo frowned “i’m sorry about your loss”

“don’t be” you smiled up at him with big eyes and he almost missed a step on the way up. “he wasn’t the nicest, i don’t think he even liked anyone apart from his cat, but she’s nice enough most of the time”

“i get it” mattheo nodded understandingly “so where would she normally hide?” he looked around the room, trying to spot the orange fur of your cat. now that he thought about it, he remembered you chasing her around the halls a few times.

“you mind helping me up?” you pointed at the wooden beam over both of your heads

“seems like she prefers the higher spots, huh?” mattheo asked sarcastically, before he picked you up without another word of protest

you climbed on top of the beam, turning your head, before you finally shook it and mattheo helped you back down.

“where could she be if she isn’t here either?”

“i have one last spot in mind” you nodded, thinking “if she isn’t there, then i don’t know where she could still be”

“well, hopefully she is”

“as long as she’s fine” you smiled

mattheo followed you back down the steps of the tower, pending what he could still ask you. he wouldn’t waste any time he could spend with you, he would make the most of it.

his mind was racing, trying to come up with something, but the only thing he could remember was the list of thirty six questions blaise had shown him the day before, swearing that those were the best icebreakers at a first date.

well, this was far from a first date, but it did not hurt to try

“given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?” he muttered, recalling the first question.

your face lit up at his sudden question. “that’s a fun question” you smiled “let me think about it. does the person have to be alive?”

mattheo shook his head

“well then i would pick my grandmother, i think” you smiled, deep in thought “she was a great woman. i remember my grandfather being a decent person back when she was alive. she used to make these crocheted hats for me. i have them in almost every color”

“that sounds nice” mattheo smiled as he noticed how your features lit up while talking about your grandma. he followed you into the great hall, not even questioning it.

“what about you?” you asked him, taking a quick turn and walking up the steps around the wall of the entryway.

“what about me?” mattheo repeated confused

“yeah” you laughed at his forgetfulness “who would you have dinner with?”

“i don’t know” mattheo shrugged

“i don’t accept that answer” you shook your head “i can't believe that no one comes to mind at that”

there was someone coming to mattheo’s mind. but he couldn’t tell you. right now, he only wanted to have dinner with one person and that person was you, and maybe your cat, because not finding her would probably mean that you would be sad otherwise.

“merlin” mattheo answered quickly and you raised your eyebrows

“fan?”

“the biggest” mattheo grinned and cringed the moment your eyes left his face. he was ready to turn around and run away, but your sudden calling kept him from it.

“starlight!” you laughed, holding out your arms and catching the orange cat that had been about to fall from the highest shelf.

“hey” mattheo cooed, softly stroking the cat’s head. the cat hissed at him and he quickly pulled his hand back.

“she likes you” you smiled brightly despite starlight proving the opposite.

“you really think so?” mattheo asked unsurely.

“of course” you were pulling the cat close to your chest “she’s smiling at you”

mattheo wasn’t so sure about that. starlight looked like she was ready to claw his eyes out if left unattended in the same room.

starlight settled on top of your shoulder as you began to walk back down the stairs. mattheo was ready to follow, but starlight hissed at him over you shoulder and it took him a second longer to catch up to you.

despite anything you had previously said, he was sure that that cat absolutely loved you, even if she often spend her time sleeping in the most ridiculous places and making you search for her. he was sure you loved her just as much, even you had so casually talked about the cat's situation he had noticed that you couldn't have endured your parents just giving her away. he had also noticed the worry in your eyes when stalright hadn't been in the astronomy tower.

additional to that, he was also sure she already hated him. maybe she could sense the inappropriate thoughts he sometimes had about you.

“thank you for your help” you had walked mattheo back to the doors of the library, after he had claimed that his friends would probably appreciate his return to finish the homework.

“no problem” he smiled and he had almost sighed at how pretty you were, just simply standing in front of him “i’d do anything” he mumbled under his breath.

“what?” you laughed, not having understood a sound of what he had mumbled. starlight was busy playing with a strand of your hair. mattheo had to smile at that and you mirrored his expression.

“doesn’t matter” mattheo shrugged and his smile grew brighter as he watched you laugh at him.

you softly held a hand in front of starlight's eyes, before you stood on your tiptoes, softly kissing mattheo's cheek. “thank you, maybe we could have dinner some day” you said, before you waved him a final goodbye “say goodbye starlight” the cat hissed at him once again and you smiled pleased, before you turned around and walked back in the direction of your dorm.

“i’d do anything” mattheo repeated his earlier words when you were far enough away. his cheeks were red and his hand touched the spot on which your lips had rested a few seconds ago. “anything”

[iamgonnagetyouback]

𝟷𝚔 || 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You were high maintenance and Mattheo loved maintaining you; but only on one condition.

♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None

♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Mattheo Riddle is completely infatuated with you, his high-maintenance girlfriend who has him wrapped around her perfectly manicured finger. You live for pink, makeup, long nails, and every glamorous touch, and Mattheo? He adores it. The upkeep, the attention, the endless pampering—he loves treating you like the princess you are. He proudly carries your bags, ensures your makeup is perfectly stocked, and always knows exactly when it's time for a nail appointment.

But there's one rule. Mattheo's just as high maintenance in his own way, only in the form of your undivided attention and affection. The moment you stop pampering him—whether that’s running your fingers through his hair, spoiling him with sweet words, or letting him cling to you like a koala—he turns into the neediest boyfriend alive.

One morning, you’re sitting in front of your vanity, carefully applying lip gloss when Mattheo saunters in, his eyes immediately locking on you. His face falls slightly when you don’t greet him with your usual kiss.

“Why aren’t you paying attention to me?” he whines, crossing the room in two strides and resting his chin on your shoulder. “I’ve been waiting for my turn for ages.”

You laugh softly, twisting in your chair to face him. “Mattheo, I’m just doing my makeup. I’ll give you attention in a sec.”

But that doesn’t fly with him. Before you can finish, he’s scooping you up from the chair, plopping down on the bed with you tucked in his arms. He nuzzles his face into your neck, a dramatic sigh escaping his lips. “I don’t care about your makeup. I care about you.”

You grin, brushing a hand through his messy curls. “You’re being dramatic. And you act like I don’t give you enough attention, Matt."

"Because you don’t," he pouted dramatically. "You can’t just look this good and not let me have you all to myself. It's unfair."

You giggled and kissed his cheek, leaving a faint pink lipstick stain. "I’m almost done. What, you miss me already?"

"I always miss you," he mumbled.

“I need my pampering too,” he murmurs, holding you tighter. “I can’t function without it.”

You know his antics, but it’s still the cutest thing in the world. You lean down and place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Poor baby, did I neglect you?”

He nods, lips pouting in full force. “So much. I don’t know how I’m even surviving.”

You giggle, but comply immediately, peppering kisses across his face until he’s smiling lazily. “Better?”

“Almost,” he mumbles, pulling you even closer. “Don’t leave me.”

"I’m just going to meet up with some friends, Matt," you giggled, running your nails lightly through his hair. "I won’t be gone long."

He lifted his head, giving you a pout that was far too cute for someone who looked as dangerous as he did. "I don’t care. I’m coming with you."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny how much you loved his clinginess. He always wanted to be near you, touching you, even when you were doing something as simple as getting ready. It was endearing, the way he never wanted to be without you.

"Fine," you said, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "But only if you promise to behave."

"No promises," he grinned, holding you tighter. "But you’re stuck with me, princess."

And honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[deadghosy]

SOFT CRYBABY! MATTHEO X READER

A/N: I did this for fun because of the pictures I found on Pinterest🤭

Crybaby mattheo! who only cries when he’s overstimulated towards you. He hates keeping the bad boy persona up. But when it’s you, he can crack down.

Crybaby mattheo! who always whines about how he hates being the son of the dark lord. Rubbing his head in your neck

Crybaby mattheo! who finds comfort in your presence

Crybaby mattheo! who cries to you about those darkening nightmares he would have. He just wants them to stop.

Crybaby mattheo! who’s eyes tear up when you cup his face.

Crybaby mattheo! who would absolutely hide his face when crying also. Hating how his eyes get puffy afterwards.

Crybaby mattheo! who’s jaw tightens. His throat and mouth feels dry when trying to express his feelings

Crybaby mattheo! who just wants you to hold him

Crybaby mattheo! who feels his throat tightening when you console him. He wants you to console him more that he’s enough.

Crybaby mattheo! who sometimes just stays quiet when looking at you with those puppy eyes. Tears slowly dropping to his chin.

Crybaby mattheo! who would close his eyes when you comb through his hair with your hand.

Crybaby mattheo! who hates when you try to baby him. Even though he’s your sweet boy behind the curtains.

Crybaby mattheo! who looks up with those beautiful teary eyelashes. Poor baby doesn’t want to seem weak, but you bring this side out of him.

Crybaby mattheo! who wants to be your only crybaby in secret. He loves you too much to even let you go.

[apparentlytheproblem]

Theodore nott x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and soft smut she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty (maybe the actors spin-off book abt nesta and cassian-) and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-)

a l l u r i n g

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: hullo, I have my midterm math exam on Monday so its all rushed and i barely have time to post but this has me screaming and crying all at once. i could not find any hardcore smut from a court of silver flames , I couldn't find any hardcore smut from court of silver flames, I'm so sorry abt that. the scene you're reading out loud is written by none other than @lustingbones, featuring Dick Grayson. I've written her fanfic in cursive so as to not get confused. she has single handedly created an obsession for nightwing in me. here's the link to the inspiration :) requests are forever open, luv, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- mf this is an advanced apology, i've never written smut. i've never even held someone's hand romantically, hell, i can't even keep eye contact, soft smut, fluffy, vulgar language, they both are minors, no protection is mentioned, it might make you uncomfortable, the reading of smut, the writing of smut

The sleeves of your black satin shirt had already fallen down your arms, the shirt itself was only being held up by two thin chains over your shoulder. it was basically as good as transparent, there wasn't a thing you couldn't see through it.

Theodore had leaned himself on his bedpost, his shirt was long gone. You were reading to him, your legs were on either side of his hips, your ass was cupped by his hand as he found utter joy in this situation. Your breasts were Infront of his face as he struggled not to get hard under you so quickly. Theo was never this grateful for being taller than you, he could just look down at you and get a perfect view. he wanted nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze it or just rip the shirt off at this point.

"He moaned softly at the squelch of your cunt swallowing him, a creamy white ring surrounding the base of his cock every moment he pulled out."

your flingers grazed the hoops of his trousers, hooking them absentmindedly. sometimes they paused and was placed next to his hips.

“D-Dick, p-please baby-” a hitch in your voice. you could feel your pussy, but more than that, you could feel a lump in his pants.

"its so attractive when you say baby like that, but when i fuck you, its gonna be theo" he mumbled by leaning closer to your ear.

all you could do is nod as he signaled for you to continue.

“Gotta breed you baby.. Show all these fuckers that you’re mine and get you pregnant. You’d like that huh? All full with my baby, my cum deep inside this needy lil’ pussy, hm? You want that princess?” You felt him smirk against your skin as he never faltered, his cock reaching so deep inside you–fuck this man would be the end of you."

Theo's eyes were fixated on you. the way your voice was wavering, the way you squeezed your thighs, how a blush crept to your face. he loved how you got so shy with the pregnancy kink. it made him wonder if she had one herself.

"you're into that? why read about it when i can give you the full experience in 6D?"

you tried to waver him off, this was the last thing you needed in this situation

" "All I do is treat you so fuckin’ well, don’t I?” Dick mumbled as his fingers started to toy with your clit, his middle finger rubbing the sensitive nub in circles as he continued his brutal pace on your weeping cunt. “F-fuck..” he whined as he pulled away for a moment to look down at where the two of you were connected, his cum from earlier rounds already starting to pool onto the bedsheets and trailing down your thighs. “S’good to me, ya know that? Such a good girl..” Fuck it was starting to become too much for him, but it felt so fucking good.."

you could feel your own pussy throbbing. If you were being honest to yourself, you were thinking about you and Theodore. your head keeps going to the idea of him saying this to you, doing this to you and feeling him so hard just got you more turned on.

“G-Gonna come, Dee–fuck!” you whimpered as you fell back into the sheets with your face squished against the pillows, gripping the blanket into your hands tightly."

your palm grazed his veiny arms, has he been working out? they've gotten so big..

“F-fuckin’ come baby, come all over this cock..” He coos through clenched teeth, his nails lightly digging into your plush skin as his thrusts sped up."

from palms to fingernails, they slowly trail up his forearm and roamed around his chest.

"Whiney breaths leave your throat as your climax starts building, before the coil in your tummy finally snaps, your juices gushing around him as he let out a whine and threw his head back."

you find yourself adjusting to place your pussy right above his cock. you could see his face trying to not to show any signs of satisfaction. that was all you needed.

“C-Come inside me, Dick–please!” you squeal with your face squished into the pillow to muffle your needy whines as his cock twitched inside you." 

all he could concentrate about is trying not to break character. his eyes fixated on the elegant curve of your back beneath the clear fabric. her rough voice ran through his head in circles. he lifted an arm from his side, letting it play with the bottom buttons, almost only leaving one left. The only thing covering you up.

“I know baby, I know–fuckk!” he groaned as you felt him release inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls a creamy white, giving a few shallow thrusts before stilling inside you, pants and heavy breathing leaving both of your lips as you sat in silence."

you ran your arms down his abs, he loved your not so secret fixation you had for them. but you loved it more.

"You whine as you try to crawl away from his needy hands before he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back to flip you onto your back, a few pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead as he looks down at you with a grin painting his plush lips. Gosh it’s like he was trying to kill you."

“Said ya’ wanted to help me..” he cooed as he leant down with his lips ghosting over yours. "

“So, help me..”

Theodore was done. He gently picked the book from your hand and placed it on his nightstand. both his hands went under your thighs as to place you on the bed so he could tower over you, his chain dangling Infront of your eyes.

"hi handsome" you said peering up to him. you pulled his arm to examine it. his veins looked so hot, just absolutley lovley to have around you.

"hey beautiful"

you take his hand, a quiet smile made way too your face as you rest it on your breasts

Theodore felt your hands as it unzipped his trousers leaving him in boxers. your hand slid up and down his dick in slow strokes, just to drive him mad.

he takes her into my arms still kneeling, hitching your leg around his torso before pulling you as close as possible. The kisses you shared were soft, unbothered needy but never rushed.

[theodorenmyth]

Mattheo and Enzo sharing a lover who kinda sleeps very deeply to the point mattheo may joke that reader is dead in their sleep. Probably so Enzo is like “don’t say that!” Because it’s an actual thing. So now when ever reader deeply sleep Enzo and mattheo have to check their breathing

Dreams and Reality

Pairings : Mattheo Riddle x GN! Reader x Lorenzo Berkshire

Summary : Nestled between Mattheo Riddle and Lorenzo Berkshire, you find comfort in their warmth and presence. However, your deep sleep becomes a point of concern for them, leading to a mix of playful jokes and genuine worry. Mattheo's dark humor and Enzo's protective nature bring light to the love and care they both have for you. Through heartfelt conversations and shared moments, you come to understand the depth of their concern and the strength of your bond. No matter how deeply you sleep, Mattheo and Enzo's unwavering presence ensures your safety and comfort, reminding you that you are cherished and protected in their arms.

A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Warnings) : nothing

Word count : 1.1k+

The heavy curtains are drawn, allowing only a sliver of moonlight to pierce the darkness of the room. You lie nestled between Mattheo Riddle and Lorenzo Berkshire, their bodies a comforting presence on either side of you. The soft, rhythmic sounds of their breathing create a lullaby that almost sends you deeper into your already profound sleep.

Mattheo's hand rests lightly on your shoulder, his fingers occasionally twitching as if to reassure himself of your presence. Lorenzo, or Enzo as you affectionately call him, has an arm draped protectively over your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck. The warmth of their bodies is an anchor in the night, grounding you in this shared space of intimacy.

It's in moments like these that Mattheo's dark humor surfaces, a defense mechanism against the vulnerability he rarely allows himself to show. His voice is a soft murmur in the stillness, "You know, sometimes I think you're dead when you sleep this deeply."

Enzo's head snaps up, eyes wide and glinting with a mix of annoyance and genuine concern. "Don’t say that, Mattheo! It's not funny."

You stir slightly at the sound of their voices but remain blissfully unaware of the conversation happening around you. Mattheo rolls his eyes, though there's a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Relax, Enzo. I’m just joking. But seriously, they sleep like the dead."

Enzo's grip on you tightens almost imperceptibly. "Jokes like that aren’t funny when it's actually a thing, Mattheo. You know how worried I get."

Mattheo's expression softens, and he reaches over to brush a strand of hair from your face. "I know. I’m sorry. It's just... they seem so peaceful when they sleep. Like nothing can touch them."

Enzo sighs, his features relaxing a bit. "I get it. But still, I wish you wouldn’t joke about it. We should check their breathing."

You feel a slight shift as Enzo moves, his fingers gently pressing against the pulse point on your neck. He holds his breath, counting the steady beats beneath his fingertips. Satisfied, he relaxes back into the bed, his body curling protectively around yours once more.

"They’re fine," he murmurs, mostly to himself.

Mattheo's hand joins Enzo's, resting lightly on your chest to feel the slow rise and fall of your breathing. "Yeah, they’re fine," he echoes, more for Enzo's reassurance than his own.

In the morning, the sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You stretch, feeling the comforting weight of both Mattheo and Enzo beside you. They’re already awake, watching you with a mix of affection and something else you can't quite place.

"Good morning," you say, your voice thick with sleep.

"Morning," they reply in unison, their voices a harmonious blend of relief and warmth.

You notice the way they exchange a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. "What’s up with you two?" you ask, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Mattheo chuckles, shaking his head. "Nothing. Just making sure you're still with us."

Enzo nudges him with his elbow. "Don’t mind him. He’s just being dramatic."

You raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Okay, now you have to tell me."

Enzo sighs, his hand finding yours beneath the covers. "It's just... you sleep so deeply sometimes. It worries us."

Mattheo nods, his expression more serious now. "Yeah. We just... want to make sure you're okay."

You feel a warmth spread through you at their concern, your heart swelling with affection for these two men who care so deeply. "I’m fine, really. Just a heavy sleeper."

Enzo's thumb strokes the back of your hand. "We know. But humor us, okay? Let us check every now and then."

You nod, understanding the need behind their request. "Okay. If it makes you feel better."

Mattheo's usual smirk returns, and he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. "It does."

The day passes in a blur of activities and laughter. The three of you navigate your shared life with ease, the bond between you growing stronger with each passing moment. The deep connection you share is evident in the way you move around each other, an unspoken understanding that requires no words.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

Later that evening, the three of you find yourselves sprawled across the couch in the common room. The warmth of the fireplace and the comfort of their presence create a cozy atmosphere. You rest your head on Enzo's lap while Mattheo occupies the other end of the couch, his legs stretched out and resting comfortably over Enzo's.

"So, what’s the plan for tonight?" Mattheo asks, a hint of mischief in his voice.

Enzo glances down at you, a soft smile playing on his lips as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. "I was thinking we could watch a movie. Something light, maybe?"

You perk up at the suggestion, your eyes bright with interest. "How about a classic? Something we all love?"

Mattheo grins, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Stranger Things marathon?"

Enzo chuckles, nodding in agreement. "Sounds perfect."

You snuggle deeper into Enzo's lap as Mattheo grabs the remote and starts the first movie. The familiar music fills the room, and you feel a sense of nostalgia wash over you. As the movie plays, you find yourself drifting off again, the combination of their warmth and the comfort of the setting lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

"Are they asleep already?" Mattheo whispers, glancing over at you.

Enzo smiles, his fingers gently stroking your hair. "Yeah. They must be really tired."

Mattheo’s expression softens as he watches you. "You know, I was thinking... maybe we should talk to them about this. Make sure they know how much we care."

Enzo nods thoughtfully. "I think that’s a good idea. We should have an open conversation about it."

As the night wears on, you shift slightly in your sleep, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Mattheo and Enzo exchange a glance, their silent agreement clear. They care deeply for you, and your well-being is their priority.

When you wake up the next morning, the sun is just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue across the room. You find yourself in bed again, nestled between Mattheo and Enzo. They’re both awake, their eyes filled with a mixture of love and concern.

"Morning," you say softly, your voice still heavy with sleep.

"Morning," they reply in unison, their voices warm and reassuring.

You stretch, feeling the comforting weight of their presence. "Did I fall asleep during the movie?"

Enzo chuckles, his hand gently caressing your cheek. "Yeah, you did. We carried you to bed."

You smile, a sense of gratitude filling your heart. "Thank you."

Mattheo’s expression grows serious, and he reaches for your hand. "We need to talk to you about something."

You nod, sensing the importance of the conversation. "Okay."

Enzo takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. "We’ve noticed that you sleep very deeply, and it worries us sometimes. We just want to make sure you're okay."

Mattheo squeezes your hand gently. "We care about you so much, and we want to make sure you know that. If there’s anything we can do to help, please let us know."

You feel a wave of emotion wash over you, your heart swelling with love for these two wonderful men. "I appreciate that, really. I’m fine, though. Just a heavy sleeper. But if it helps you both, we can come up with a plan to check in on me."

Enzo smiles, relief evident in his eyes. "That would mean a lot to us."

Mattheo nods, his expression softening. "Thank you. We just want to make sure you're safe."

You lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to each of their cheeks. "I know. And I love you both for it."

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The rest of the day is filled with laughter and light-hearted moments, the bond between you growing stronger with each passing hour. As evening approaches, you find yourselves once again curled up in bed, the familiar sense of comfort and security enveloping you.

"Goodnight, love," Mattheo murmurs, his voice a soft caress in the darkness.

"Sleep well," Enzo whispers, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist.

As you drift off to sleep, their presence is a constant reassurance, a reminder that you are cherished and protected. The last thing you hear before you succumb to the depths of slumber is Mattheo’s voice, soft and teasing, "Don’t sleep too deeply now."

You smile, your heart filled with love and gratitude for these two wonderful men. And as you sleep, you know that no matter how deeply you dream, you’ll always be safe in their arms.

[indigohbu23]

Mattheo Riddle x Reader (first time)

Warnings: Low level smut, First times, Dry humping orgasm, soft!Mattheo, mentions something slightly corruption kinky-sh? (first time writing smut so hit me with it if i have missed anything :) )

You had kissed Mattheo gently, pulling away after just a few seconds, much to Mattheos despair.

He closed his eyes as he felt your lips touch his. The sensation of your lips on his, no matter how gentle, sent a wave of electricity throughout his body. He almost felt a pang of disappointment as you pulled away and ruffled his hair.

He looked at you with a slightly frustrated expression.

”Hey… why’d you stop..? You blushed lightly, looking down at the bed covers.

"I'm nervous Mattheo, I've never done anything like this before" I admitted.

He softened at the sight of your nervous expression. He knew all too well how nerve racking things were right now due to the new and blossoming nature of your relationship. He reached out and placed a hand on your cheek, silently trying to comfort you

“I know… but don’t worry..” He whispered as he tilted your face up to look at him “I’ll take care of you” You leaned forward, kissing him softly again. The passion of the kiss crept up on you. Mattheo felt the passion behind your kiss this time and it took him by slight surprise at first. But he quickly melted into the kiss, pulling you closer against him and his hands travelled down your body. His hands settled on your waist, holding you against him as he deepened the kiss more. Mattheo lips parted in a soft gasp as you bit on his lip, and you immediately took the opportunity to get more access. He groaned softly as he felt your tongue move inside his mouth. His hands roamed up and down your body, occasionally gripping onto your hips as your tongue explored his warm mouth. This was all a totally new feeling to you, you had never known kissing could feel this good. You tested the waters, climbing so you straddled Mattheos lap. He let out a soft moan as you did, instantly feeling himself becoming aroused when you began grinding against him. He moved his head back slightly, giving you more access to his hair, as he held you down onto him with his hands placed on your hips

“Careful sweetheart... you’re gonna drive me mad like this” he whispered breathlessly. Your knees went weak, his voice having such an incredible effect on your body. "Is that such a bad thing?" you said in a breathless tone, using all of the courage you had mustered up. He gripped your hips even harder at the sound of your sultry voice, unable to control himself as a small moan escaped his lips

“Fuck.. no it’s not a bad thing..” He practically growled out, his hands holding your hips impossibly tight as you continued to move against him. ''A-am I doing this right? Like, does it feel okay?" you whimpered out, the friction was almost too much for you.

Mattheo could feel his breathing getting more and more heavy with each kiss, the friction between the two of you driving him insane as he let out breathy noises in between kisses

“You’re.. doing perfect” He reassured you, his voice was low, and raspy, and he gently moved your hips, showing you how to move against him. The pace of the grinding had becoming more sloppy, and the friction was building a familiar feeling in your stomach. "Fuck- ugh, Mat-theo, I think I'm gonn-fuck" you mustered out between breaths, burying your face into his neck.

He could feel your body begin to tense, he could see and hear how close you were, and it was driving him crazy. He held you tightly against his body, groaning softly as you buried your head into his shoulder

“Yeah.. yeah baby, I know.. let go-” He growled out, his hands holding your body close to his. His voice pushed you, you had began to convulse on top of him, a spew of whimpers leaving your mouth as you shuddered. Mattheo held onto you tightly as your body shuddered on top of him, he groaned as he felt it, the feeling of you falling apart on top of him was enough to almost put him over the edge.

“God.. you sound so good, babe” He gritted out, his head buried in your shoulder, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. Something had crossed your mind, and the words were falling out your mouth in short bursts as you rode out your high. "Matty, are you able to finish like this? Do you need mo-" You were cut off.

Mattheo's breathing was heavy, and he was trying to hold himself back from coming, but as the words came out your mouth, the feeling of your body on top of him already sent him over the edge. His head fell back into the pillow, his whole body was shuddering as he groaned out

“God.. no.. I’m.. I’m okay like this..” *He panted out between breaths, his hand squeezing onto your hip, almost too tight as he orgasmed, the sensations he was feeling right now were heavenly. The innocence in your voice, throwing him off. Your legs gave out as you collapsed onto Mattheo. You could feel his heart beat as you lay on his chest. He lay in your bed, panting heavily, his whole body shaking slightly, trying to catch his breath. He felt you lay down on top of him, your body against his, the whole experience he’d just had with you was beyond anything he’d dream of.

“You.. you did so good, sweetheart..” He whispered, his voice was still breathless and raspy as he held you to him. "Thank you... That was amazing" you breathed out, getting comfy on his chest. "We gotta go shower" I mentioned "Only if you join me, babe"

[eternalbuckley]

hi, how are u? i hope ur doing well! is it okay if i ask for ur thoughts on mattheo riddle? and do u think hes a type of person to fall in love (methinks) 🤔

hi sweetie! i'm doing okay, i can finally have some time off as i'm done with all my exams. i hope you're doing well as well. YES YES YES you can always ask me about him or any other character everytime time you want! i'd be happy to hear about your thoughts!

for me personally, i think he's the type of person that falls in love. since i'm a sucker for soft!mattheo, i think he falls in love with you somehow, in his own ways. i imagine that he doesn't want to believe it at first and thinks he's not worth the love, so he tries to ignore it in the beginning. especially he'd ignore you as much as he's able to until he can't anymore. he'd feel conflicted about it and helpless in a way? i think it would have a lot to do with how he looks at love. his parents weren't very much showing love, especially towards each other. i imagine that he's afraid of it in a way? i don't know how to explain.

but once he accepts his feelings and knows that he can trust you with it, he will be a total loverboy. always trying to make you feel the best and showing you his love. he'd always have his hads on you, no matter where. holding hands, his hand on your back, and everything else. he wants to do it differently than his parents. he wants to be better and show you that he isn't like his parents or family in general, despite all the opinions all the other people might have on him.

[musingsofahufflepuff]

he’s so precious, that’s my baby right there 🥹🫶

[leona-hawthorne]

mattheo riddle is the type of man to simply not allow you to get out of bed in the morning until he’s peppered every inch of your face with kisses (and until you do the same to him!!)

^^ mattheo sleepily looking for his kisses the second he wakes up:

[rotthepoet]

ILOVE YOU MATHEO FANFICS!!! And your Theo ones omg they're so cute and make me smile every time I see them!! Could you do something like this? If you want to of course!

It's like in Brookline nine nine where Jake and Amy have that bet where whoever gets the most arrests by the end of the year get to make the other do whatever they want.

• what if Matty boy or Theo (ether is good Matty would be my pick tho! Or if you like the prompt you could do one for each <3 ) and the reader had a bet about who could get the best marks on a test or something like that.

• And he wins and they make you go on "the worst date ever"

• like Jake made Amy in BNN. But like Jake that's when he realize his feelings for the reader.

Supper fluffy and cute!! Rivals/friends to lovers !

Love ya!!

HAHAHHA LMAOOO I’VE ACTUALLY STARTED WATCHING BROOKLYN 99 AGAIN AND THIS MADE ME CACKLLEEE

Because it was a complete and total shock when Mattheo made a better grade than you on your latest potions exam. He doesnt even show up to class half the time? Where the fuck does he get the time to study between all the ciggies hes smoking??

So fuck your life, because outside your door is Mattheo in a suit, holding a bouquet of flowers he knows you hate. He doesnt give them to you, tossing them out after you roll your eyes and nag at him.

Then onwards he takes you, an arm around your waist, walking you aorund Hogsmeade, and oddly enough the date doesn’t suck? He just keeps referring to you as his girlfriend, or his in general. He seems way too into this, to be honest.

He takes you out for a nice dinner, pays for everything, and honestly anxiety is chewing away at your stomach because its actually been a really pleasant night? When is the “worst part coming”

You actually stop him as he drops you off at your dorm, holding his arm. “You said this was going to be the worst date of my life?” “Was it not?” “No?” “Then since you enjoyed it so much, we should do it again sometime.” And he winks at you with all his skibity rizz.

And shit your heart is RACING on top of the blush spreading across your cheeks.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

𝟸𝚔 || 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑

♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You don't know what you were thinking when you invited Mattheo over for dinner with your family.

♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None

♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: Mattheo Riddle x potter!Reader

You had no idea what you were thinking when you invited Mattheo Riddle to a family dinner. Maybe you’d gotten swept up in the idea of proving to Harry that Mattheo wasn’t all bad. Maybe you were trying to ease the tension after that disastrous hallway incident. Or maybe you were just in too deep with Mattheo’s charming smile and rebellious streak to think straight.

But now, standing in the middle of the bustling kitchen, you were starting to second-guess the entire plan.

"Everything will be fine," you muttered to yourself, adjusting the collar of your shirt and taking a deep breath.

"Fine?" Harry's voice came from behind you, laced with sarcasm. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. "You really think bringing him here is going to go over fine?"

"Shut up, Harry," you snapped, turning to face your older brother. "Mattheo’s trying. He’s not the monster you think he is."

Harry let out a dramatic sigh. "Yeah, sure. Let’s just see how long he keeps up the 'perfect gentleman' act."

Before you could retort, the doorbell rang, and you both froze. You shot Harry a look, daring him to make a scene. "Behave," you hissed, and with that, you hurried to open the door.

There stood Mattheo, looking… surprisingly presentable. His normally messy curls were combed back, and he wore a crisp white shirt under a tailored jacket. In his hands, he held a bouquet of flowers, looking somewhat out of place but still managing a confident smirk.

"For your mum," he said smoothly, handing the bouquet to you as he stepped inside.

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. "Thanks. They’ll love it."

The two of you walked into the dining room, where Lily and James were already seated at the table. When Mattheo entered, they both looked up.

Lily beamed at him. "Oh, Mattheo, welcome! You look so handsome!" She stood to give him a hug, which he returned, albeit stiffly, clearly not used to such gestures.

"Thank you for having me, Mrs. Potter," Mattheo said, flashing his best smile. "The food smells wonderful."

Lily beamed at Mattheo like he was the most charming boy she’d ever met. “Oh, how sweet of you to be so respectful!” She smiled brightly. “You’re such a lovely guest.”

Harry looked like he might vomit. His eyes darted between his parents and Mattheo, sheer disbelief plastered on his face. “Lovely? Really? Lovely is the word we’re going with?”

Mattheo, ignoring Harry, nodded and sat down across from you, setting his gaze on your father next. "Mr. Potter, I mean, James… sir. Thank you for letting me join you for dinner tonight."

James gave a hearty chuckle, clapping Mattheo on the shoulder. "No need to be so formal, son. We’re happy to have you here." He shot you a wink, which made you smile despite yourself.

Harry, sitting next to Mattheo, was less than amused. He sat with his arms crossed, glaring suspiciously at every polite word that came out of Mattheo’s mouth.

"Can we just eat?" Harry grumbled, reaching for a roll, clearly eager to get this dinner over with.

Mattheo turned his best good-boy grin toward Lily. "Mrs. Potter, these mashed potatoes are divine. You must be an incredible cook, ma’am."

Lily blushed at the compliment. “Oh, thank you, Mattheo! You’re too kind.”

Harry groaned audibly, rolling his eyes so far back you were sure he could see his brain. "What is this, the Mattheo Riddle Fan Club?"

James shot his son a look. “Harry, behave. Mattheo’s our guest.”

You gave him a warning look, but Mattheo, to his credit, kept his cool. "I hope everything’s been going well with school, Harry," Mattheo said in an overly pleasant tone, trying to make conversation. "You must be busy with Quidditch practices, yeah?"

Harry’s eyes narrowed. "You really think this perfect act is fooling anyone?"

"Harry!" Lily snapped, looking mortified. "Where are your manners?"

Harry threw his hands up dramatically. "I’m just saying, you’re all acting like he’s some saint! Meanwhile, he’s—"

You kicked him hard under the table.

"Ouch!" he yelped, glaring at you with wide eyes.

"Shut it, Harry," you muttered through clenched teeth, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Harry scowled, rubbing his shin and glaring at you. “You know I could report this as abuse.”

“You’re being embarrassing,” you hissed back at him, but the grin you were trying to suppress was making it difficult to stay serious. “Just—shut up and eat your potatoes.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Harry muttered, but he slouched in his chair, sulking.

James cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to steer the conversation back to normal. "So, Mattheo, how are your studies going?" he asked, grabbing the bowl of mashed potatoes and passing it around the table.

"Going well, sir," Mattheo replied smoothly, flashing a charming smile. "I’ve been keeping up with everything, though Defense Against the Dark Arts has been particularly challenging this year."

Lily nodded approvingly. "That’s good to hear. It’s a tough subject, but an important one."

Harry groaned loudly, rolling his eyes as he stabbed at his plate with his fork. "Oh please, are we really going to pretend like he doesn’t know every dark spell already?"

"Harry!" Lily exclaimed again, glaring at him.

Mattheo raised his eyebrows but didn’t take the bait. "I wouldn’t say that, Potter. There’s always something new to learn."

You glared daggers at Harry, who looked like he was on the verge of saying something else, and you quickly kicked him under the table again. He winced but wisely kept quiet this time.

“So, Mattheo,” Lily, said brightly, her eyes twinkling with interest. “Tell us more about your family. I’m sure your parents are very proud of you.”

Harry let out a snort so loud it was impossible to ignore. You shot him a glare, kicking him under the table. He winced, but you caught the smug look on his face as he returned to aggressively stabbing his mashed potatoes.

Mattheo, however, didn’t even flinch. He flashed your mum a dazzling, polite smile. “Well, Mrs. Potter, my family is a bit complicated, but I assure you, they’re very supportive.”

“Very supportive of what, exactly?” Harry muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. “World domination?”

"So, Mattheo," Lily began sweetly, clearly trying to change the subject to something lighter. "Do you have any plans for after school?"

Mattheo smiled. "I’ve been considering a career in magical law enforcement, actually."

James grinned. "Now that’s a solid plan!"

Harry, unable to contain himself anymore, snorted loudly. "Magical law enforcement? Really? Are you going to arrest yourself?"

"Harry!" you snapped, kicking him harder this time, making him yelp in pain.

Mattheo leaned back in his chair, completely unfazed, still wearing that annoyingly confident smirk. "If I do, I’ll be sure to put in a good word for you, Potter."

James burst out laughing, while Lily shook her head with an amused smile. Harry, however, looked ready to explode.

You couldn’t help but sigh, rubbing your temples. "I swear, one more word and I’m kicking you out, Harry."

"Me?" Harry sputtered dramatically, looking at your parents for support. "Am I the only one seeing the obvious here?"

James shook his head, a grin plastered across his face. "You’re overreacting, son."

"I’m not!" Harry insisted, throwing his arms in the air.

You reached under the table and gave him one final, decisive kick. He yelped again, glaring at you. "Fine," he muttered, stabbing at his food. "I’ll be quiet."

"So, sir..." Mattheo started.

James raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Mattheo’s attempt to be on his best behavior. “James,” he corrected with a grin. “No need to be so formal. We’re all family here.”

“Of course, sir—uh, I mean, James,” Mattheo stammered, correcting himself with a sheepish smile. You tried not to giggle as he tried so hard to appear proper. Mattheo Riddle being proper was not something you ever thought you’d witness.

Harry groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Dad, you can’t be serious right now.”

Lily shot him a disapproving look, her voice firm but motherly. “Harry, stop being so rude. Mattheo’s our guest.”

Harry threw his hands up, exasperated. “Guest? He’s—” he gestured wildly at Mattheo, who was still smiling as though butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, “—MATTHEO RIDDLE!”

You could practically hear the capital letters in Harry’s dramatic outburst.

“Oh, Mattheo, would you like more mashed potatoes?” Lily interrupted cheerfully, holding out the bowl.

“I’d love some, thank you, ma’am,” Mattheo replied, his manners perfectly intact. He reached for the dish, giving Lily a charming smile, which she seemed to find delightful.

Harry nearly exploded on the spot. “Ma’am?! Mum, are you really falling for this?”

Lily gave Harry a stern look, her voice firm. “Harry James Potter, if you don’t stop, you can excuse yourself from the table.”

“But—”

“I mean it.”

Harry slumped in his chair, grumbling something incomprehensible while you bit back a laugh. You’d never seen him this riled up, and it was honestly hilarious.

“You invited him here!” Harry continued, voice getting higher and more strained. “How are you all okay with this?”

“Harry!” you snapped, kicking him harder under the table. “Shut up!”

“Ow!” Harry glared at you, rubbing his shin. “You keep kicking me!”

“And I’ll keep doing it until you stop acting like a child,” you hissed back, offering him a sickly sweet smile before turning to your parents, who were pretending like they didn’t hear anything. “Sorry about that. Everything’s fine.”

James chuckled under his breath, clearly amused by the chaos brewing between you and Harry. “This reminds me of the time Lily and I—”

“Dad, please,” Harry cut in, groaning in embarrassment. “Not now.”

Mattheo leaned over toward you and whispered, “You really need to keep him in check.” His lips curled into a grin, but it was the cocky tone that made you want to both laugh and shove him under the table.

You elbowed him in the ribs. “You’re not helping.”

He smirked, leaning back in his chair as if he were already winning. “Just saying, darling.”

“I’m warning you—”

“So, Harry,” Mattheo said casually, his voice full of innocence but his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Any exciting Quidditch matches coming up? Maybe I’ll come cheer you on.”

Harry’s fork clattered to his plate. He stared at Mattheo, eyes wide with disbelief. “Are you—are you mocking me?”

Mattheo raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise. “What? No, of course not. I’m just trying to be supportive. We’re family, after all.”

The sheer audacity left Harry speechless for a moment, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “You’re not family!” he eventually spluttered. “You’re—you’re—”

“Your sister’s boyfriend?” Mattheo finished smoothly, flashing a cheeky grin.

Harry’s face turned red. You were about to intervene, but Mattheo leaned toward you, his voice low. “He’s really easy to rile up.”

You smirked, elbowing him lightly. “That’s because you’re being impossible.”

He shot you a wink. “I thought that was part of my charm.”

Before Harry could combust, Lily clapped her hands together, clearly determined to keep the peace. “Well, it’s been such a lovely dinner, hasn’t it? We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

Harry groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Merlin, no.”

Ignoring your brother’s dramatics, you kicked Mattheo under the table this time, though a small smile played at your lips. “Behave.”

Mattheo grinned back at you, his smug expression not fading for a second. “Anything for you, love.”

Across the table, Harry made a sound of pure exasperation. "I can’t believe this is my life."

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Get used to it, Harry."

And honestly? You were okay with that.

thank you so much for the idea @dwvilchildd!!

[cruxxio]

"That's the 5th jersey you stole..." "Well what's yours is mine now." 😈

[the-devils-angel]

I've discovered I'm not (100%) a masochist but a sadist?????

I want to see men in pain. Whimpering, begging, bleeding... *insert Matt Murdock*

Yeah, dom fictional men are cool. But you know what else is cool? A man being so dependent on you for pleasure that it's almost pitiable… almost.

And that's on trauma induced by men who have sexually preyed on me :D

(And with basically any other gender… do what you want with me. I will submit or dominate😩)

The power of ✨t a t a s✨