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“Daddy’s got you, baby…”

OH MY GOD I JUST FUCKING DIED

mattheo + praise is just so 🫠🫠🫠

I CAN'T stop thinking about mattheo riddle with shy reader and edging nd overstimulation! please!!! 🥹

TAGS: 18+, smut, overstim, fingering/oral fem receiving, multi orgasm, begging, daddy kink (mattheo calls himself daddy (rightfully so), slight edging but heavier on the multi orgasm, dirty talk, praise kink.

well, anon, aren’t you so cute. begging for me so nicely like that hmm?🤭

Which is similar to what Matty would say as he’s kneeled in front of you, his fingers buried knuckle deep inside your cunt and thumb swirling over your clit—his movements slow, methodical, precise—since you’ve already cum twice and now he’s just teasing you for the fun of it, unable to pull away from you regardless of how much you squirm because your noises are just so fucking sexy and you’re so wrecked for him he’s never seen you look so beautiful.

“Matty, m’gonna—ohh—“

Your words are sliced by a whimper, your voice shattered cracked and fucking split into a million tiny pleasured pieces, back arching off the desk and eyes squeezing shut as he pumps you agonizingly slowly, his lips moving closer to your clit, teasing you with his breath until his tongue darts out to replace his thumb.

“That’s it, princess—give it all to me, baby..”

His words, muttered huskily against your dripping cunt, only add to your already mindblowing experience and the string inside you snaps in an instant, your third orgasm rolling through you so hard you damn near scream—and normally you’d be thankful that Mattheo had the presence of a mind to cast a silencing charm before all of this started, but at the moment you can’t find it in you to give a shit who the hell hears you.

You almost wished people could hear how fucking good he was making you feel—how fucking unhinged he'd driven you. You grip onto his hair so hard it feels like you’re trying to pry it from his scalp, your face burning and your body shaking. However, unfazed, Mattheo continues pumping and licking you through your high—only slowing slightly when your whimpers turn to pleas and you begin pushing him away.

He pulls his fingers out to lap up your release, and your ears ring, a shattered cry clogging in your throat. “Matty!—s’too much..t-too much—fuck…”

Both hands shift to your hips, gripping you tight and holding you in place as he mutters; “Mm—not yet..”

“Please—“ you moan, entirely against your fucking will, overstimulation making your head spin as you try to wriggle away from him but he doesn’t relent, determined to push you through it. “I—I can’t—Matty, I…ohhh…”

“Yes you can.” He grumbles against your cunt, the deep vibration of his voice making you gasp. “You can take it, for me…”

“Matty—“ your toes curl and your thighs clench around his head as he gives you a slow, languid, drawn-out lick before sealing his lips around your clit again and suckling gently. He’s attuned to your body, knowing exactly how to work you through overstimulation. “Mattheo—fuck—“

“That’s it…give me a little more, princess..I know you can…” he murmurs as he shifts his hold on you, palm pressing down on your pelvis, other hand moving back to tease your core again, gently pushing a finger into you while swirling over your clit. “You taste so fucking good…don’t wanna’ stop…”

Your head rolls back the second he eases his finger into you, clenching hard around it as he gently pumps in and out—dragging at your walls, pushing into the knuckle and curling slightly—everything he knows will drive you utterly fucking insane.

“Gods! Mattheo! fuck—“ oxygen was no longer in the room and you weren’t even sure if it existed anymore at all, unable to focus on anything other then his ministrations, his tongue rolling over your clit. “I-I-can’t—I can’t cum again—s’too soon…s’too much…”

“Shh, I got you…you’re okay, princess…” he cooes into your cunt, kissing at your clit as if attempting to soothe you, his breath warm and his voice low. Slowly, he adds a second digit inside you, his fingers curling just right to keep building the pleasure with an agonizing, deliberate slowness. “Daddy’s got you, baby…”

“Matt—“ there’s an edge to your voice now, frustrated and overwhelmed, your words tangling with the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through you. You don’t know what to do with it all, your hands shifting to clutch at the desk beneath you, knuckles cracking with the force of your grip. “It’s so fucking much, Matty—m’so sensitive—“

“I know, baby…” he mumbles, eyes fixed on his fingers disappearing into your soaked, aching cunt. You were one hundred percent certain he had no idea what you just said until he proves you wrong. “I know you’re sensitive, princess…but you’re doing so good f’me…”

And before you can even consider a response his lips are back on you, sealing around your clit and turning your vision blank—your hands shooting into his hair as though it could somehow ground you to reality—even though you knew you were long, long past that.

You can't control a single noise leaving your throat at this point. You're at the mercy of Mattheo Riddle—every swirl of his tongue and slow thrust of his fingers sending sparks shooting through every last nerve ending in your system. You're caught between pushing him away and bucking your hips toward him for more. Your brain is a scrambled mess, unable to effectively decipher and relay what it is that you want or need.

“M-Matt-y…G-gods!…”

Your fourth orgasm charges through you without mercy. You're gasping, whimpering, moaning, and crying out his name—all in a frequency barely coherent. Mattheo grins against your cunt, eagerly chasing your release, holding you tight as you squirm and shake, groaning against you as he relishes every last noise you make.

"That's it, baby...mm, good girl.." he coos through a choked groan, unable to get enough of how deliciously you break for him, how perfectly responsive to him you are. "Always so fucking good f'me..."

He pulls his fingers out slowly, the slick sound of your arousal filling the room until his groan overpowers it when he draws them into his mouth. He meets your eyes from between your thighs and you whimper, still twitching from the aftershocks—your body a trembling mess of overstimulated nerves.

“Look at you,” Mattheo's gaze never wavers, dark and hungry, as if he's already plotting how to bring you to the brink again. His fingers slip from his mouth with a soft pop, and he leans in to place a tender kiss on the inside of your thigh. “So fucking pretty…completely wrecked just f’me..”

Coming down from your high, a wave of embarrassment crashes over you as you realize the absolute mess you've made. Mattheo did a good job of containing it, but you can feel your wetness soaking the desk beneath you and the thought of meeting his eyes becomes almost unbearable. You whinge as he leans in, giving your pussy soft kisses, your hands shooting up to hide your face from him.

“Hey…hey…don’t look away from me..” he murmurs almost instantly, his voice deep and firm but soft and low. He softly nips at your inner thigh, planting gentle kisses over your mound as he trails to the other. One of his hands reaches up to remove your hands from your face. "Why are you getting shy on me, baby...hm? You embarrassed of the mess daddy's made of you?"

“Matty…” you whine, still trying to look away from him until he shifts his hand to your jaw and forces your eyes to his. “Please..”

“I’ll make you messier, princess…” he mutters, holding your gaze as he presses another kiss to your swollen clit. “I think you’ve got a few more in you.”

His fingers gently part your folds, testing your sensitivity with a deliberate slowness designed to provoke your rawest reactions. You groan, your back arching involuntarily, a helpless response to his touch. Your hands instinctively fly up to your face again, attempting to shield your embarrassment—but he intercepts them with a firm grip, pinning your wrists against your chest with one of his strong hands.

“No hiding, baby…I wanna’ see you…wanna’ see you break f’me…” he coaxes tenderly. “So perfect…pussys’ so perfect…”

His thumb finds your clit, circling it slowly, while his fingers continue their maddeningly slow movements, toying with you, enjoying the sounds of your arousal. His praise and possessiveness works to chip away at your embarrassment, though your face burns as you moan again.

"See? Nothing to be shy about," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your thigh. "You're perfect just like this, falling apart for me…fucking love seeing what I do to you..."

#please please please please please please please #i need him so bad like omg you don’t even understand #matheo riddle #reblogs 🤍#my recs 💫

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leona-hawthorne · 1 day

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need more on this fr !!

I have like a supernatural request and I’m obsessed with mermaids…LIKE 😕 but I would like to request something where mattheo is by a lake. He heard a lot about how there’s a Hogwarts mermaid by this lake. But she only comes out at night. Reader’s scales are so beautiful and it makes him memorized and he starts to sneak out a lot to see her.

-🦋anon

PRECIOUS LIKE THOSE PEARLS ; mattheo riddle

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

THE BLACK LAKE WAS CALM AND STILL UNDER THE PALE LIGHT OF THE CRESCENT MOON. Mattheo Riddle stood at the water's edge, his eyes scanning the dark surface, hoping for a glimpse of the creature he'd heard whispers about. The air was cool, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees. He'd been coming here every night for the past week, driven by curiosity and a strange, unexplainable pull. Something must be in this lake.

Tonight, however, felt different. The usual silence of the lake seemed charged with an interesting energy. As he stood there, he noticed a faint shimmer beneath the water, a glimmer that was neither a reflection of the moon nor a trick of the light. His heart quickened as he took a step closer.

Suddenly, the water's surface broke, and a figure emerged. You were breathtaking, with scales that glimmered like precious jewels in the moonlight. They ranged from deep emerald green to a soft, iridescent blue, shifting and sparkling with her every movement. Your eyes, perhaps shining even more than the scales, locked onto his, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

"You're the mermaid," Mattheo exclaimed softly, more to himself than to you. His breath hitched in the back of his throat.

You tilted your head slightly, a small smile playing on your lips. "And you must be the boy who has been watching me."

Your voice was melodic, carrying a soothing quality that matched your ethereal appearance. Mattheo felt his breath hitch for the second time in a minute, captivated by the sight before him. He nodded slowly, unable to tear his gaze away from you.

"What's your name?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The shock of your appearance resided in his system.

"Call me [Name]," you replied, eyes twinkling with curiosity as you swam closer, examining his human features. "And you are?"

The boy appeared almost like from another realm. He was beautiful. His features, so distinctly human, seemed strange to you. The round curve of his ear, the redness of his cheeks. Only the look in his eyes matched yours. Wild curiosity for the other world.

"Mattheo," he answered, taking another cautious step closer. "I've heard stories about you. They say you only come out at night."

A chuckle escaped past your lips, a sound that reminded Mattheo of the tinkling of small bells. "The night is my comfort, where I feel most at home. It's safer, too. Humans can be . . . unpredictable."

"I suppose we can be. But I'm not here to harm you. I just wanted to see if the stories were true."

"And now that you've seen me?" you asked him the question, your gaze never really leaving his.

"I'm more mesmerized than I ever thought I would be," he admitted. "Your scales . . . they're beautiful." You are beautiful.

"Thank you," your smile widened upon hearing his words. "It's rare for someone to see me like this. Most are too afraid or simply don't believe."

"Well, I'm not most people," Mattheo said with a hint of pride. "I've always been drawn to the mysterious, the things others overlook or dismiss." And it was the truth. Mattheo had always been curious, his caretakers used to say.

Your eyes softened, and you swam a little closer to the shore, towards him. "Why do you come here, Mattheo? What is it that you seek?"

He thought for a moment, considering your question. "I don't know," he finally said. "Maybe I'm looking for something beyond the ordinary. Something that makes me feel alive."

"You find that in me?" you asked, a touch of vulnerability in your voice. No one has ever treated you with such kindness. No one from the human world, that’s it.

"Yes," he replied without hesitation. "There's something about you, [Name]. Something magical." And it wasn’t the Hogwarts.

For a moment, the two of you simply looked at each other, the silence between you filled with an unspoken understanding. Then, you broke the spell.

"Would you like to come closer?" asking, you extended a palm toward him.

Mattheo hesitated for only a second before he knelt by the water's edge, reaching out to take your hand. Your touch was cool and soft, sending a shiver up his spine. You gently pulled him closer, and he found himself sitting on the damp ground, his feet almost touching the water, knees soaking the dampness in.

"Tell me about your world," you proposed, eyes wide with interest. "What's it like above the surface?"

Mattheo smiled, realizing he had so much to share. "It's . . . chaotic and beautiful all at once. There are mountains and forests, bustling cities and quiet villages. People can be wonderful, but also terribly complicated. It's a world full of contradictions."

"That sounds fascinating," your voice was full of wonder. "I wish I could see it for myself."

"Maybe one day," Mattheo said, his tone hopeful. "But for now, I'll tell you everything you want to know."

You spent hours like that, talking and sharing stories. Mattheo told you all about Hogwarts, the magical creatures, and the adventures he'd had. You, in turn, shared tales of the lake, its hidden depths, and the creatures that dwelled within. With every word, the two of you grew closer, the bond between you strengthening.

As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, you let out a sigh. "I have to go. The sun is rising."

"Will I see you again?" Mattheo asked, not wanting your time together to end. He has never felt more connected with someone.

"Yes," you promised. "Come back tomorrow night. I'll be here."

With one last, lingering look, your figure slipped beneath the water, disappearing from sight. Mattheo stood up, his heart full of a strange mix of emotions. He knew he would return, drawn back to the lake by the pull of the mysterious mermaid who had captured his heart. As he walked back to the castle, he couldn't stop thinking about you, the night you had shared, and the promise of more to come.

#mattheo riddle #reblogs 🤍#my recs 💫

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leona-hawthorne · 2 days

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crying bc of a tumblr fic again guys! 👍

(oh my god this hurt so badly i was not expecting that ending)

Having had you - T. Nott drabble

Thinking of a Theodore Nott who hates you. He hates the way you smile at him like he hung up the sun.. He hates that god-forsaken laugh that sends warmth running down his spine, and the corner of his lips turning upwards. He hates the way you hum under your breath whilst your working, and the way you lean your head on his shoulder when your tired. He hates the way the smell of your perfume sends him into a haze and your touch is the only thing that can ground him when he feels like the whole fucking world is slipping out of his hands.

He hates the way he feels when he wakes up next to you, admiring the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you lightly snore besides him. He hates the way you furrow your brow when he gets into fights, silently pulling away. You don’t need to say anything but he knows you’re disappointed, he can tell by the way you look at him.

He hates the way you cup his face afterwards, pressing a light kiss to his forehead as you make him promise not to fight people again (he says yes but he never does.)

He hates himself for not being able to keep his promises.

He hates how stubborn you are, the way you refused to break up with him as tensions started rising. The way you’d hold onto his hand tighter everytime the daily prophet was tossed down in front of the two of you, tales of attacks plastered over the headlines.

He hates how you don’t let him shut you out, how you force him to look at you as you cry, asking why he’s been avoiding you.

He hates how you looked up at him when he yanked his sleeve up, revealing the mark on his forearm that was now a permanent part of his being. He hates how you didn’t shout at him, or look at him with disgust. You didn’t swear at him, call him a monster, hurt him. He hates how you pulled his head down to your chest, holding him tightly as you murmured into his ear.

“Oh my sweet, sweet boy.”

He wanted you to hurt him. He needed you to hurt him. To smash something on the floor, to hit him. To push him away and swear to never talk to him. He yearned to have you hurt him so he could feel the pain he deserved, to justify the torment he inflicted on himself for loving you so deeply yet tearing you apart.

He hates the way you followed him when he pleaded for you to stay. The way you placed your trust in him wholeheartedly, believeing in a goodness he could never see in himself.

Gods, he hated how perfect you were. How utterly foolish, and kind, and loving, and selfless you were. He hated the way you didn’t have to hesitate to block the spell that came firing in his direction, defying death herself by pushing yourself into the path of his destruction. He hates the way you reached up to run your thumb along his cheek once more, because even in your fatality, he was weak. Weak, and selfish, and undeserving. Undeserving of having you

having had you.

He hates knowing that in your last breaths it was him you saw. You lay there and faced the selfish boy who loved you knowing the cost he would have to pay, and still decided to do so. He hates the way you worked into his heart, breaking down his walls effortlessly. He hates how he let you, how your stupid laugh, and your gourgeous smile, and how the soft cadence of your voice soothed the thrum of his heart eveeytime he was loosing.

He hates himself for loosing you, and hates himself even more for loving you.

#theodore nott #theo nott #reblogs 🤍#my recs 💫

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leona-hawthorne · 2 days

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so fluffy, shit got me giggling and blushing

cliche but I’m a sucker for those tropes where she’s the dare matheo’s friends made him bet on and she finds out

I love those tropes too, it hurts, but is so good. Thank youuuuuu! <3

Bet

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: Angsty, one use of 'shitty', I think that's it.

You and Mattheo had been dating for just 3 months now. It had been going great. Your dates were always really fun and nice. You always seemed to be hanging out and kissing and holding hands and just being a regular grossly cute couple. It was all so perfect.

That was until you were coming up the stairs of the Astronomy Tower to hang out with the boys. They were up there already and talking and you heard your name so you stopped to listen.

“It's been 3 months with (Y/N). I guess that means you win.” You heard Enzo say, just making you confused.

“I can't believe you did it. I thought you'd get bored of her after 2 weeks.” Theo added.

“You guys should already know how seriously I take bets. I like proving you guys wrong.” Mattheo, your boyfriend, said.

“I think you just like taking our money.” Draco said and the boys laughed.

You felt sick. You were a bet?

You stood on the stairs for a moment, just taking in the conversation and if you paid attention, you could even hear the money being exchanged, the little clinking of coins as they were being passed.

You turned around, hurrying down the stairs as quietly as you could. How humiliating. How could you face any of them again?

You actually really liked Mattheo. He was so sweet and made you laugh and made you feel appreciated. And now you just felt sick and horrible. How could someone fake all that?

You went back to your dorm, unsure if you should hurl or cry. Instead, you settled for going to sleep, not even bothering to change as you settled into your bed, hiding under the blankets. Was it embarrassing to throw yourself a pity party over a boy toying with your feelings? Yes. But right now, you didn't care. You just wanted to sleep and hopefully wake up to either that conversation being a cruel dream or Mattheo never existing.

It took a lot of tossing and turning, but you managed to get to sleep. You woke up in the morning all sweaty and still upset. You didn't wanna get out of bed. You knew getting up meant that you'd have to see him and probably confront him and you didn't know if you were ready for that.

You forced yourself out of bed anyways, knowing there were still classes today, and as much as you would've loved to sulk in bed, you couldn't miss lessons. You got ready for the day, showering and getting dressed in your uniform before heading out.

Only Mattheo was in front of your door when you opened it, holding a pastry and some drink with a look of concern. You froze, not sure what to do.

“Morning, princess. We missed you last night.” He said, offering you the food and drink.

“I was too tired.” You lied, stepping out of your dorm and closing the door. You accepted the food and drink knowing you'll probably just end up throwing it away anyways. Your stomach still felt too sick to eat.

“You could've told me, angel. I would've just spent the night with you. You know I'd rather spend time with you.” He said with a soft smile.

“Sorry. I wasn't really thinking.” You said and started making your way to your class.

Mattheo was quick to follow. “It's alright. I was just worried. Plus, I missed you.” He said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

The contact made you feel gross. It didn't feel right anymore. But you kept your mouth shut for now. You didn't want to make a scene before classes. You were already embarrassed as is, if everyone knew you were just a bet because you fought with Mattheo in front of everyone, you'd probably die.

Classes were awful. They probably would've been normal, even good, if that pit in your stomach would've left. You felt too sick to eat other than a few bites at lunch. You locked yourself in your dorm after classes and tried busying yourself with schoolwork. It was really hard to concentrate, though. Merlin, in only 3 months, you had a few pictures of him in your dorm. Not to mention a shitty necklace he bought that hung around your neck. You took it off and tossed it to your bed so you wouldn't be seeing it every time you looked down at your work. Even put the pictures away in a drawer so you could focus.

You got so focused in schoolwork, a good distraction from your asshole boyfriend. You still felt horrible, but at least you weren't thinking of him as you answered questions about the history of magic. You didn't even notice you missed dinner as you sat at your desk, throwing yourself into work instead of sulking.

You got pulled out of your little world as someone knocked on the door. You looked at the door for a second before standing up and opening it to see Mattheo again, standing there with a plate of food and a smile.

“Hey, princess. You missed dinner, so I brought you something. I don't want you starving.” He said.

“Thanks. I was just caught up in some schoolwork.” You said as you took the plate, this time it was the truth. Even just looking at the food made you sick. Why was he being so sweet when this is all a lie?

“Is everything okay?” He asked and you noticed you were making a sour face at the food.

“I don't feel like eating.” You said simply.

“Why? Are you feeling sick?” He asked, reaching a hand out to feel your forehead for a fever.

You stopped his hand by pushing his arm away. “I'm not sick.”

He frowned at you not letting him touch you. “Then what's going on?” His eyes looked over you, stopping around your chest. “You aren't wearing my necklace.” He noted, knowing you haven't taken it off since he gave it to you.

You couldn't do it anymore. “Was I just a bet?” You asked, matching his frown.

His face softened slightly as his mouth opened to say something, but no words came out. He didn't wanna say ‘yes’ but he didn't wanna lie either.

It answered your question anyways and you felt tears stinging your eyes at the confirmation. “Don't bother me ever again.” You said and shoved the plate of food at him, letting go before he could even react to grab it, making it fall to the floor as you closed the door on him.

He stood outside your door, trying to gather his thoughts as to what to do next. You may have been just a bet to start with, but, Merlin, help him, he was falling hard for you.

You curled up in your bed again, too depressed to even think about continuing your schoolwork.

The next few days were spent trying to avoid Mattheo and his friends while getting through classes. You saw him try to approach you several times, but you dodged him every time. You missed him and you hated yourself for even thinking that. He hurt you. Why did you miss him?

It wasn't until almost a week later, when you came back to your dorm after classes, you opened the door to see Mattheo leaning against your desk, looking at one of the pictures you shoved in a drawer. You dropped your bag to the floor beside you with a sigh as he looked up at you, standing up straight as he put the picture down.

You crossed your arms as you looked at him. “I told you not to bother me again.”

“I'm sorry.” He said, taking a few steps towards you. “I'll do anything you want but that. I know you're upset. Kick me, punch me, hex me. Do whatever will make you feel better. But I can't just leave you alone.” He looked like he wanted to touch you, but put his hands in his pockets instead.

“I don't care, just leave.” You said, gesturing to the open door.

He went over to the door, but instead of leaving, he just closed it. “I'll be honest, completely honest. Yes, you were a bet. It was supposed to be something fun for me and my friends, but instead, I ended up getting feelings for you.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “So what? You want me to forget that what you did hurt me? You want me to pretend that you didn't have the intentions to play with my feelings and use me for fun?” The hurt and anger was obvious in your tone.

“No. You're right. What I did was awful and I shouldn't have done it.” He said, running a hand through his hair as he looked at the floor.

“So what do you want from me?” You asked, your tone was still harsh.

“You. I want you.” His answer was immediate as he took another step towards you.

You looked away, sighing again in frustration. “I can't just forget and ignore what you did.”

“Please, (Y/N). I'll do anything.” He said, now reaching out for your hand but you step back out of his reach.

“How much?” You asked.

“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he let his hand fall by his side again.

“How much? How much did you get from the bet?”

He hesitated before answering, obviously not fond of the question. “100 galleons.”

“Did you get it? You win?” You asked, the harshness in your tone causing him to shift uncomfortably.

“Yeah.” He said, putting his hand back in his pocket.

“You mean it? For real? About you catching feelings?” You asked a little softer.

“I do.” He really didn't wanna say more than you asked in case he said the wrong thing, so he bit his tongue to not ramble about his feelings towards you.

You stared at him as you thought about what to do. He hurt you, but you actually had feelings for him too. “Was anything else a lie?”

“No. Everything I said and did was all me. No lies, no acts. I was being me. The real me.” He took another step towards you.

You let out a long exhale as you thought. If he was being genuine, then you guys could restart properly. But he wasn't genuine before, so why should you believe him now?

“Please.” He said softly as he stepped towards you again, nearly toe-to-toe with you.

You closed your eyes and sighed, knowing what you were about to do was stupid. “On conditions.” You say and open your eyes to look at him.

His face immediately lit up as he nodded. “Anything.”

“I want the money.” You said and he smiled ever so slightly and nodded. “Not fair you played me and got money for it. Not fair for your friends to get it back either since they made the bet with you.”

“Absolutely. I was gonna take you somewhere nice with it and maybe buy you something, but whatever you want.” He said.

You almost smiled at the thought, but wanted to keep up being angry with him. “I want an apology and love letter. Handwritten until your hand hurts.”

“Fair.” He nodded, his smile getting bigger.

“I want apologies from everyone involved with the bet too.” You added.

He tilted his head in thought. “I can do that.”

“Better get started.”

“Right after this.” He said and cupped your cheeks, leaning in and kissing you gently. “You're so cute when you're upset.”

“I'm about to be downright adorable if you don't get to work now, Riddle.”

“Fine.” He said, stepping back towards your door. “You're gonna love me tomorrow, though! Just wait!” He smiled at you as he left your dorm.

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#he’s an idiot!!#but still cute #mattheo riddle #reblogs 🤍

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leona-hawthorne · 2 days

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I LOVE YOUUU YOU DESERVE ALL THE COMPLIMENTS IN THE WORLD POOKIE 😚😚😚😚😚

hi!!! random but i just opened tumblr this morning to find that you followed me and i was like ??????? literally started freaking out for a minute because HELLO i’m literally your biggest fan and i’m over here feeling like i just got noticed by my fav celebrity 🤭. i read beg for me back in december—january and i’m not kidding, i still think about it everyday 😭. like you know when you listen to music and make up scenarios in your head? i ALWAYS think about beg for me tbh, like i can make any song about mattheo and raven in my head. i’d started rereading it back in march but then ramadan started and i had to stop before i could finish it because… you know 💔. now im waiting to go on break so i can reread that masterpiece in peace, it might just be my fav fic i’ve ever read on tumblr 🙏. your writing is genuinely phenomenal and your characterization of mattheo is true perfection, i don’t know how you manage to capture all of his complexities so accurately. anyways my point here is that your work is literally my holy grail and i love you !!

i have re-read this 25 times because i literally don’t know how to act nor respond this was genuinely the sweetest most wonderful thing anyone has ever said to me like???????

I AM NOT A CELEBRITY LOLOL PLS I ADORE YOU AND THE WAY YOU TALK ABOUT BEG FOR ME MAKES ME EMOTIONAL I CANT BELIEVE THE IMPACT THAT LITTLE BOOK HAD 😭

thank you, literally to the moon and back a million times darling. for everything. i love you!😭🖤

#in my fangirl era atm!!

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leona-hawthorne · 3 days

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no enzo, it is not like cockwarming 😭😭🙏🙏🙏

first request ever on my new account i have always loved your writing on my old page and i was wondering if you could do something about how the group treats bunny princess when she’s on her period?

xoxo- anonymous frog

Trying out a new format I hope you guys like it <3

Its complete and utter chaos.

First of all, the boys have no idea how the female body works. I mean, they know what a period is in theory, but it's not like Hogwarts had a sex education class. The only thing really they know is how to put their dick into someone's vagina and make them cum so hard they see stars. The fact that it bleeds for a whole entire week every single month scares the living fuck out of them, and it gets even worse when you and Pansy inform them about cramps.

Draco, of course, calls your bluff and tries to go on about the 'it can't hurt that bad' rant, and that only ends up with you tearing into Draco and completely bruising his already fragile ego.

With the new information, the boys are left reeling. How have they not known this? It now made sense why you and Pansy were completely miserable during it. It sounded like torture.

In that moment, with their wide-eyed innocence of the horrors of the woman's body, they all make a pact. Seeing as how you and Pansy got so miserable during it, they would help and make it easier for you two.

Well, if they could figure out what to do that is..

"What in the bloody hell is a tampon?"

"It's like this cotton thing you stick up your vagina and it soaks up the blood so you don't have to wear pads all day," you answered nonchalantly, your eyes staring down at your book as you skimmed through the pages, completely unaware of the horrified stares being sent your way from the boys.

Theo gaped down at you. How could you be so nonchalant about this? That sounded horrible. "I- I'm sorry..what? How can you just be so okay with that?" You simply shrugged in response and continued reading.

"So it's like cockwarming?"

You sighed, and set your book down beside you staring at Enzo with a blank, tired, expression.

"Yes, Enzo, it's like cockwarming...."

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leona-hawthorne · 3 days

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i wish i had this problem in life 🙁

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You giggled at the feeling of lips pressing down on your stomach, and you threaded your fingers through your boyfriend's curly hair. "Matttty, stop! We are in public!" You whined, your face heating up in embarrassment as your eyes darted around the beach, searching for anyone that could potentially see the scene going on.

Your boyfriend ignored your whines and continued kissing up your stomach. His finger sneaked under your bikini top and pulled slightly, watching in amusement as it snapped back against your skin. You lightly slapped his shoulder and pushed him off. He groaned and rolled over on his back, not caring that he was now in the sand beside you. "Princess, I just can't resist you when you look so good in that new bikini"

"Well, too bad," you say, sitting up slightly and leaning back on your elbows.

Mattheo let out a pained whimper like sound and you couldn't help but giggle at his neediness. "Oh my god did you just whimper?"

"I don't know what you are talking about princess.."

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leona-hawthorne · 3 days

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best character challenge go! oh wait, theo already won <3 i’m genuinely so in love w this

“Mattheo never spoke about what you said to him, but on the days that Theo would sit with his friend in silence, trying to offer some sort of company and comfort, the choked sniffles and attempts at hiding his tears were enough indication that he was hurting badly.”

the fact that he actually let himself cry about it is so 😕❤️‍🩹 mattheo and theo’s friendship is so dear to me

“You know that I'm not a religious person, but I do sometimes think that God made you just for me.”

THE NORMAL PEOPLE QUOTE IM GONNA CRY

“If you ask me now, I’d say that love is sitting in front of a beautiful girl as she sleeps, writing letters to her that she’ll never see. To me, love is only found in the shape of you, and now as I sit in your room for the last time, I’m trying to make a mold of it to bring back with me.”

alr babe we gotta get you in the bridgerton screenwriters room bc the love confession is top fucking tier

“Tell me now. Tell me with your mouth, and not your fingertips,”

and my broken heart from the first part had been mended !! <3

One Last Time

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

➸ summary: after weeks of torment, you find something that completely changes what happened between you and Mattheo. things finally come to a head when you confront him about it

➸ warnings/notes: angst, eventual fluff, eventual smut (18+), soft!mattheo, fwb!reader, normal people quote🤫

A/N: second and final part to ‘through my fingertips’

word count: 3k

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THE DAYS DRAGGED into weeks as you floated through your daily life. Everything seemed like a dream, like you were only watching yourself from far away, but weren’t actually living your own life. Mattheo was no better, either.

He partied and attended classes like normal, but his usual escapades of finding women to “wine and dine” were long forgotten. The only thing occupying his mind was you and your last moments together. Everything was perfect, just like everything is with you - if only it wasn’t for the fact that his heart felt like it was ripping out of his chest when he slowly put his clothes back on. Your shoulders rising and falling as he tied his laces made his head fuzzy and the only thing he wanted to do in that moment was to crawl back in bed and take you into his arms.

If only that’s what he actually did. Instead he sat at your desk, watching you intently as you mumbled sleepily, your legs scrunched up in a fetal position.

A switch flipped inside of him that morning. He needed to get this thoughts out, to put them somewhere so that he didn’t have to carry it alone. The thought of burdening you with more than you were already harboring made the unbearable clench in his chest worse, so he opted to find a piece of paper and pen. Mattheo recalled you saying that whenever you were unsure of yourself, you wrote in your journal to help piece your mental state together.

So that was what he did. He wrote it all. From the day he met you to the day he realized he loved you, right to the very second that he was in, his eyes lingering on your slumbering form every so often.

When he left your room he scrunched it up and threw it in the trash in his room. There was no need for you to see it. It would only hurt you more.

The bell rang to signify the start of your lunch break. Really, you weren’t too hungry these days, but you followed your friends out to the courtyard anyway, hoping that their presence would lift your spirits. In your most desperate moments, you found yourself closing your eyes as you sat in the sunlight, imagining with all your might that the warmth was really Mattheo’s arms pulling you into him. That was always how you felt with him - warm.

But as warm as he was on the outside, he was just as cold on the inside.

As you leaned your back against the rough tree stump, you let the breeze take you away into your own memories. Your friend’s voices shifted into white noise, and the darkness behind your eyelids started to take form in the likeness of him.

You thought only of him. Those dark brown eyes that made you melt in his arms whenever he looked at you, how safe you felt when his head was rested on your shoulder from behind, and his arms wrapped around you securely. But most of all, you remembered how his voice sounded - how it would brush over your face when he kissed you goodbye.

He used to kiss you goodbye. Who does that in a casual relationship? Was he really leading you on - were you just too oblivious to notice his tricks?

A poke from your left broke you from the trance. Following the person’s gaze, you looked towards the end of the courtyard, your friend beginning to point at the intruder. There stood Theo, hands in his pockets as his eyes fixated on you. You didn’t know why he was here, or what he wanted. In all the time you were seeing Mattheo he never really tried to talk to you.

Turning away from him, you continued just as you were before. Ignoring every reminder that Mattheo existed while simultaneously daydreaming of everything being okay again.

Mattheo woke up with a racing heart. The night terrors he used to have morphed into dreams of you somewhere along the way. Maybe the change happened the morning that he came back from yours, or perhaps it was a gradual switch over the course of these painful few weeks. Whatever the cause was, he didn’t care to know. He just wanted it to be over; because the nightmares of his father coming back to find him were less terrifying than the reality he was living in. Making up images of you in his mind, only to awake cold and alone.

It was obvious what was going through his head. Each of his friends could tell, but Theodore was the only one who shared his pain. Mattheo never spoke about what you said to him, but on the days that Theo would sit with his friend in silence, trying to offer some sort of company and comfort, the choked sniffles and attempts at hiding his tears were enough indication that he was hurting badly.

Theo needed to do something. He couldn’t keep watching his friend ruin his own chance at happiness.

One evening he decided that enough was enough. The door to Mattheo’s room slammed open, the room void of any color and joy. Theo spent at least an hour looking around the room. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but when he found it he would know.

Fate must have been working with him because he noticed himself kneeling on the floor, hand reaching into the bin at the end of the room. He uncovered a wrinkled letter, Mattheo’s handwriting sprawled across it haphazardly.

He only read the first sentence, but he immediately knew that you needed to see it.

Feet moving faster than his brain, Theo ultimately found himself outside your bedroom. Not sure whether to knock or slip the note under the door, his jumbled mind somehow did both. You opened the door in no time, your eyes puffy and your hair pulled back from your face. He was used to seeing your bright, cheery smile, not this ghost of a person.

“Hi. I’m Theo,” he said stupidly.

You sighed, running your hair atop your head to push down any flyaways. “I know who you are, Theo. Why are you here?”

His eyes flitted to the floor where the white sheet stood, right next to the fluffy socks on your feet. He remembered the day that Mattheo bought you those, and he adamantly denied that they were from him. You knew, though, as you opened the “anonymous” gift with a big grin.

“You should open that,” he said, his eyes meeting yours once again. “If nothing changes after you read it, then I’ll leave you alone.”

Confused, you mumbled some sort of agreement and closed the door. You didn’t need his friends hounding you as well as the lingering memories of your time together. Leaning down, you picked up the letter and sat down on your bed. Your heart stopped when you noticed Mattheo’s signature handwriting - you knew because he always crossed his t’s dramatically, and you used to make fun of him for it.

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Dear, To my,

When I first met you. If you asked me a month ago what love meant, I would’ve told you it was a made up fairytale that people tell themselves to feel better. That it’s a weakness and a burden, but when I first saw you that day in the hallway, I never really stood a chance. You wormed your way into my soul and made a home there, all cozy and pretty, just like you. Maybe I always knew that I was falling for you, but when you held me in the palm of your hand, so gentle and sweet, like I would break at any moment, I knew I was in deeper than I thought. No one has ever seen me the way you do - no one has ever pushed past the ugly and scary parts of me to find the one good sliver of humanity inside. If only You know that I'm not a religious person, but I do sometimes think that God made you just for me.

Your quiet snores are like music to my ears as I write this. I’m reserving it all to memory before I can never hear it again. I don’t blame you for thinking I don’t care, but I traced the words ‘I love you’ on your skin while you slept naked in my arms and I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry for saying it through my fingertips instead of my mouth.

It’s If you ask me now, I’d say that love is sitting in front of a beautiful girl as she sleeps, writing letters to her that she’ll never see. To me, love is only found in the shape of you, and now as I sit in your room for the last time, I’m trying to make a mold of it to bring back with me. But nothing will be as good as the real thing.

Love, I realize now, is just you.

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Tears dropped down your face, landing on the ink and causing it to bleed into a black mess.

If he had said half of this to you when he was here for the last time, perhaps things would’ve turned out differently. Maybe you just never gave him enough of a chance. There was no use in dwelling on it now; what’s done is done, and all that matters is what happens next.

You sat like that for half an hour, crying onto the paper as you reread the words over and over again. You had to find him.

Deciding against changing your clothes and completely forgetting to put on your shoes, you balled up the paper in your hands and sprinted out of your room. Eyes followed you along the corridors, worried murmurs and whispers shadowing your every move as you hurriedly looked through the common rooms and hallways. It was a Sunday. He was most likely in his room.

When Mattheo opened the door, the last thing he expected to see was you.

“You’re an idiot, Mattheo Riddle,” you said, your voice still quivering from crying all day.

He didn’t exactly disagree, but he also didn’t understand where you were coming from. Haven’t you been trying to ignore him? Something big must have happened for you to actually come to him.

“I know,” was all he said, too exhausted to question you or argue.

“No,” you said, pushing your way into his room. “You don’t understand. You’re an idiot.”

Mattheo’s nostrils flared. Did you only come here to insult him? He was already having enough of a hard time as it is, he didn’t need you reminding him of things he already knew.

Swinging the door closed, he crossed his arms against his chest. “Yeah, anything else you need to say?” he grumbled, his head throbbing from both anger and pure sadness.

He felt a piece of paper hit his head. When he looked to find the source, he recognized it within seconds. You read the note. How on Earth did you find it? He felt humiliated - he never thought he would bare his heart to someone like this, the concept too foreign for him to even comprehend.

“You let me think that you hated me! If you had just - if you told me, I wouldn’t have let you leave.”

A thick wad of spit traveled down his throat. He could barely swallow, his mouth was too dry. In all honesty, he wasn’t even hearing you properly - you said something about leaving?

“What?” he croaked.

“Tell me now. Tell me with your mouth, and not your fingertips,” you pleaded, searching his eyes for any indication that what he wrote was true. “Say it now and I’ll give you another chance.”

It was like the floodgates opened, and Mattheo’s resolve completely crumbled.

You read the letter, and you weren’t disgusted by his proclamation of love. Here you were, wanting him to reassure you that what he said was real, that he really meant it all. You did care, and you did want him in the same way that he wanted you - you were just as scared as he was.

Mattheo fell to his knees, his hands circling your waist and his brown locks finding refuge on your stomach. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing, and above him, your own sobs matched the rhythm of his. You messed with his curls as you cried it out together, his head digging into the fabric of your clothes, causing wet patches to form there.

“I’m yours. I’ve always been yours,” he cried, his grip on you only growing stronger by the minute.

You kneeled down to his level, your forehead meeting his as his and your salty tear droplets met together in the middle. Wiping Mattheo’s cheeks with the pad of your thumb, you whispered to him, your lips brushing against his at the proximity.

“Please come back to me,” you said.

“I am, I am,” he replied, so quickly that he almost didn’t even catch it. “Can we try again? Just one last time? I promise I’ll be better.”

With a nod of your head, the deal was sealed. You stayed wrapped up in eachother’s embrace for an eternity, the unspoken words between you being exchanged through every squeeze, and sniffle, and touch of skin. The need to be closer got hard to ignore, to the point that you were both so pent up and needy, that your lips found purchase upon his without you even thinking. It was like you were on autopilot.

Hands were pulling at his shirt, roaming across the planes of his torso as you grabbed at everything you could reach. He carefully stood up, lifting you along with him as he slowly walked you to his bed.

Mattheo guided you to lay down, his mouth trailing vows of love across your neck as his hands raised your shirt and bra off. He let his hands rest on one of your breasts, kneading it softly. Your skin was buzzing at the contact. You didn’t realize just how much you missed him until you felt the heat from his touch meet your inner thigh.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he muttered against your skin, his mind so hazy that he hadn’t even realized that he finally admitted to you what he was so afraid of admitting before.

Vision growing blurry, you nodded, a gasp interrupting the words that were about to come out. Mattheo’s fingers were already working through your folds, the deft movements bringing you closer to the edge. With every pump and curl, he punctuated it with a kiss on whichever body part he could reach. His knee pushed your legs apart further, wanting to have as much of you as he could.

“I’m so sorry,” he babbled, his eyes closing upon hearing your whiny sighs and moans. “You deserve everything. Let me give you everything.”

Your nails dug into his bare shoulder as you came with a loud cry, tears falling onto the bedsheets from the heavy emotions you were feeling. It was all too much. Mattheo’s words of affection, and the way he pulled your pants down so deliberately, ghosting his lips upon every inch of your legs - you might as well have died and gone to heaven.

Unbuckling his belt, you freed him from the confines of his clothes, hand closing around his shaft as he sighed in relief.

“I love you,” you said, craning your neck to capture him in another kiss. Mattheo rested his elbows beside your head, his eyebrows scrunching and his head nodding at your words.

“Say it again. Please,” he groaned.

The tip of his cock was brushing against the entrance of your hole, his own hand moving it up to trail along your lips every so often. It was a mess of wetness, the desperation you both felt for one another obvious.

“I love you, Mattheo,” you said, before a moan slipped out as he thrusted into you, so slowly that you felt like you’d pass out. Everything he did was without rush. He let himself rest inside of you for a moment, head resting in the crook of your neck as his breath tickled you.

Pulling back almost fully, he snapped his hips down harshly, before lifting them again, slow and meaningful. The combination of his deep thrusts and slow pull outs made you see stars, your thoughts completely gone from your mind as you held onto Mattheo for support. He was the only thing that was keeping you sane right now - even though he was also the one driving you crazy with pleasure.

“Missed you,” he spoke, his voice muffled by your hair. “You were made for me, I swear.”

Panting in unison, your movements sped up. Before even thinking about himself, Mattheo snuck his hand in between your bodies to flick your clit, the nub already slick with arousal. Your teeth scraped across his bicep, trying to hold back from being too loud. This only made him move faster, the only thing on his mind being your orgasm. Right now, you were his biggest priority, and you most likely would be for the rest of his life.

It wasn’t long before you reached your peak, Mattheo following close behind.

He collapsed on top of you, his breathing erratic and his heart racing a million times per minute. He was a little terrified that he was going to wake up and realize that this was all a dream, but when he opened his eyes he only saw you, a small smile playing on your lips as you let your eyelashes flutter closed.

“I meant everything I said in that letter,” he whispered against your collarbone. “I love you, and I’ll spend forever proving it to you if I have to.”

You turned your head to face him, heart softening at the way he looked at you - like you were everything. And to Mattheo, you were.

“Better get started then,” you said as your smile grew, “because we don’t have forever, but we do have all day.”

With a laugh, he kissed your lips once again, his tongue never having tasted enough of you. You needed to thank Theo big time.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @tomriddleslove @ahqkas @hoeforvinniehackerrr

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leona-hawthorne · 3 days

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OF COURSE BRO I LOVED IT SM IM SO HAPPY YOU WROTE SMTG ON THAT QUOTE 🙏🙏

Through My Fingertips

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

➸ summary: how mattheo grapples with the fact that he can’t admit his true feelings towards you

➸ warnings/notes: angst, mentions of sexual activity but nothing explicit, mattheo being emotionally unavailable, fwb!reader

A/N: based on this post from @leona-hawthorne. also listening to CHIHIRO by billie eilish while thinking about this… it hurts good.

word count: 2.9k (it’s a long one)

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IF THERE WAS one thing universally known, is that Mattheo Riddle didn’t do serious relationships. He would sleep around, maybe take a girl out on a date every once in a while just to take her back to his dorm, but that’s as far as his emotional availability went. It was a result of the harsh and arduous years living with his father.

Until you came along. You managed to break down his walls with every brush of your fingertips and every soft kiss that you’d bless him with. He could never let you go, but was simultaneously scared to fully let you in.

So now, you were in a weird in-between place of casually sleeping together, while also cuddling and having sleepovers every other night.

Theo can’t remember the last time Mattheo kept one of his hook ups around for so long. At most, the women would last a week or two before it got too real for him, and he would break it off. In all the years that they’ve been friends, Mattheo has never really even showed romantic interest. Commitment wasn’t necessarily a virtue that he had.

When you stepped out of the boy’s dorm for the fourth week in a row, Theo and Blaise’s eyebrows shot up; but they regained their composure as they greeted you, watching as you happily shuffled away.

“This is new,” commented Theo when Mattheo stepped out of his room, his pants hung low and his arms shoving through the holes in his t-shirt.

“Is it? I bring girls around all the time.”

Mattheo knew what Theo meant. He didn’t want to be bombarded with questions that he didn’t have the answers to. The past few weeks, all he’s been able to think about is you.

You, with your sweet laughter and infectious smile. You, with that fresh rose perfume that you always seemed to have on hand, spraying it on your collarbones before jogging away to your class. There was nothing more that he wanted to think about - and the fact that his mind hasn’t been able to forget about you scared him shitless. He should be the cold, heartless player that everybody believes he is. Yet something about the way you looked at him made Mattheo want to forget all about his reputation and his fears. If only he was a little stronger, a little less afraid to become the man you deserved.

“You do,” said Blaise, breaking the silence. “Just haven’t seen you so… committed to one, like, ever.”

Mattheo’s head whipped up at the word ‘committed’. The son of the Dark Lord, willingly committing to someone? Impossible.

“Please,” he scoffed, “the only thing I’m committed to is getting her into my bed.”

It wasn’t really wrong. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you made your arrangement with him. There was strictly to be no feelings involved, it was a purely sexual relationship. However, this fact did not make it any less painful to hear the words that tumbled out of Riddle’s mouth any easier. If only you kept walking instead of sticking around behind the wall to tie your shoes.

“I don’t know, man. You-“

Mattheo held his hand up, his nostrils flaring. “Look, if you’re gonna keep hounding me with this bullshit, I’d rather leave now.”

He waited for a moment to see if anyone would say anything else, and when they didn’t, he sat down on the couch. The conversation switched faster than you could stand up from your kneeling position on the ground.

‘Bullshit’ is what he said when he referred to your friends with benefits situation. Was that really all he thought of you? Sure you were aware that he didn’t want feelings involved, but you wished he was at least a little more respectful when he spoke about you. Especially behind your back. It hurt knowing that his friends thought nothing more of you than some ‘bullshit side piece’ of Mattheo’s.

The following day you managed to avoid him at all costs. When you’d see him making his way towards you, your head would turn to the opposite direction, finding a classmate or friend to occupy your time until he walked away.

You only had yourself to blame. You should’ve known that him letting you stay over was only because you insisted. Maybe you were pushing him too hard - and perhaps all the gentle kisses you two shared while he slowly rutted into you was a one time thing. Mattheo Riddle didn’t do relationships. You were stupid to think you could change him.

The negligence didn’t go unnoticed by him. It was weird not having you next to him during class, whispering to you to meet him in the broom closet for your next period. It was even weirder you not eating lunch with him in the Great Hall.

Something must have happened in between yesterday and this morning, but he couldn’t pinpoint anything specific.

Mattheo’s mind only wandered. At some point you would get sick of the ‘no feelings’ agreement that you had made, he just didn’t expect it to be so soon. In another universe you would already be his, hands clasped together as he walked you to class. Instead he was subjected to the shit-storm of worries that clouded his brain.

Out of anyone he’s ever been friends with, you were the only one who could get him to smile when he felt like the world was against him. He wouldn’t be caught dead admitting it, but you really were melting the ice around his heart, and he was subconsciously sabotaging himself every step of the way.

He didn’t deserve to be happy. Why should he, when he’s caused so much pain?

The day dragged on without a word from you, and Mattheo was growing antsy. His former angry demeanor was back. Every word from Draco’s mouth set him off, and he snapped at Theo more times than he can count on both hands.

“What happened? Your girlfriend break up with you or something?” muttered Theo at dinner. This only pissed Mattheo off even more.

“She’s not my fucking girlfriend and she never will be.”

He couldn’t help it. The only way to protect himself from embarrassment and rejection was by becoming a defensive shell of a human. He didn’t like yelling at his friend, but he felt pushed to the limit. It didn’t help that his thoughts were a constant jumbled mess, the confusion of what he felt for you and the fear of abandonment melting into a cocoon of pure anxiety.

He wanted to shout some more, tell Theo how wrong he was, but that was when he smelled it. The familiar rosy scent of your perfume and shampoo.

Your footsteps halted at the venom in Mattheo’s voice. Never in the three weeks that you’ve been seeing him have you heard him speak with such disgust. It was almost like he was spitting out the words, trying to get rid of them as fast as he could - he would never see you as anything other than a fuck buddy. This, what you were to him now, was all you will ever be.

What made it all the more embarrassing was that half the dinner hall heard him. Being one of the most popular guys at your college, everybody already knew you two were hooking up, which meant they also knew that he was speaking about you in that moment.

Did he really hate you so much that he had to let the whole student body know?

Mattheo just have seen the horrified looks on his friends faces, because he turned around in the blink of an eye, his gaze landing on you automatically. You were gorgeous. The books you held were covered by your soft hands, the rings that adorned them remind him of how he held your hand while his head was in between your legs, the cold metal pressing into his palm. Your hair that was pushed back by a hairband bringing him back to last night when it was splayed around you like a halo, framing your face like the angel you were. He was almost happy to see you, if it wasn’t for the way your lower lip trembled before you turned away and sped out of the hall.

In his mind, he was running after you and coming up with the best apology he could muster. In reality, though, his feet were glued to the ground, his mouth hung open in shock as he mentally reprimanded himself for letting his fears get the best of him. He was an idiot, really.

If he didn’t fix this soon, he would lose the only thing that made him happy. If he just gave himself over to you, and was honest about his growing feelings for you, maybe you could forgive him.

Instead he let his friends berate him at the table. He let the judgmental eyes of his peers burn into his skill. After all, it was what he deserved for fucking everything up; for losing the one good thing he had left in his miserable life.

That night you spent all your time in your dorm room, wishing that he would gain the courage to come find you.

He never did.

YOUR PHONE WAS bombarded by texts the next morning. Thankfully it was a weekend, so you could spend all day in your room uninterrupted if you so wished.

Switching your phone to silent mode, you dropped your head onto your pillow. Seeing Mattheo’s name pop up in your notifications only made your morning worse. He had some nerve to text you. He should be groveling and pleading for forgiveness, not shying away behind a screen like a coward.

Little did you know, Mattheo was in a similar position as you. His hand was gripping the mobile device to his chest, head pressing into the plush mattress below him.

It was in quiet moments like these that he felt the most vulnerable. When the silence of the room enveloped him, and his ears rang from the lack of sound, his mind drifted to images of you. A distinct memory of his was the first time he realized he couldn’t kick you to the curb like he had initially hoped - his heart clenched at the mere thought of seeing your adorable features shift into a somber, sad one. He hated the thought of seeing you teary eyed and upset, but in his attempt at protecting both his and your hearts, he only ended up saving his own ass and hurting you in the process.

Eyes staring at the ceiling, he sighed, hand rubbing down his face. He wasn’t surprised that you thought he didn’t care about you, but you didn’t know that he traced the words ‘I love you’ on your skin when you slept in his arms, your bare chest pressing against his own beating heart. He wished he could tell you with his mouth instead of only his fingertips.

Mattheo groaned, slapping a pillow over his face in an attempt to stop his racing thoughts.

If he could take back everything he said, he would. You meant more to him than he could understand, you were everything to him. During the many times you’ve spent in his dorm, your face pressed into his shoulder as you snored, he wished be could just open up and tell you what he truly felt for you. But the thought itself was daunting - he was barely able to admit it to himself that he was in love with you.

He shouldn’t have let this go on for as long as it did, it was inevitable that your intoxicating nature would pull him in and make him question everything. You were everything he’s ever wanted, how could he not love you?

Cringing at himself for the nth time that morning, he decided that enough was enough. He either needed to man up and confess or finally let you go to find your peace.

A knock sounded on your door twenty minutes later. You didn’t have to check to know who it was, but you figured that if he came, it was better that it was now rather than never. You opened the wooden door and your face was met with a disheveled looking Mattheo. Any other day you’d let him in in an instant, ready to ask him about his day before being pressed into the mattress, his fingers massaging that one spot that you could never seem to reach yourself.

“What do you want?” you asked, your tone making Mattheo flinch in embarrassment and shame. This was exactly what he wanted to avoid - but look at him now.

“I wanted - I needed to explain myself.”

You shook your head. You didn’t need his pity, nor his half-assed apologies. If that was truly how he felt, then so be it. You could eventually learn to live with it. “You made yourself pretty clear. Quite publicly, I might add.”

Mattheo gently forced himself inside, his broad stature a contrast to how small you felt in the moment. He closed the door behind him and you only stepped back, trying to create as much space as possible between you and him. If he got any closer you knew you would give in and let him take you into his arms, and most likely to your bed.

Why did you let yourself fall for his lies when everybody warned you against it?

“Please just hear me out,” he said, his hands clasping together in a silent plea. There was no doubt he wasn’t going to leave until he said what he needed to, so you gestured with your hand for him to continue.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said. I wasn’t thinking, I-“ he stopped to collect his thoughts. He wasn’t really sure where he was going with this, but he knew that he had to make up his mind now whether he was gonna take a step forward, or several steps back.

“Mattheo, it’s okay.”

Stopping in his tracks, he gave you a puzzled look. It’s okay? Surely he heard that wrong. The look in your eyes when you heard what came out of his mouth was something he wasn’t going to forget any time soon.

“Is it…?” Mattheo said, confused.

You took a step forward. One last time. You would let yourself be wrapped up in his arms, his lips touching all the right places just one last time. There was a big chance that this wasn’t going anywhere, and if the situationship was going to end, you wanted it to end on a good note.

“The only thing you’re committed to is getting me into bed,” you quoted, your voice lowering a few octaves as you reached to push some hair from his eyes. Mattheo’s breath hitched, and all the facts were linking together. He was a bigger idiot than he initially thought.

He wanted to say so much, to tell you that he didn’t mean anything he said, but his words got stuck in his throat at your gentle touch. You were always able to turn him into a puddle of mush with the smallest of movements.

“So take me to bed. I don’t need you to be someone you’re not - you don’t want me, and I don’t want you if you’re only just tolerating me. Maybe one day you can be the man I wish you could be, but today isn’t that day.”

All at once, he felt his world crashing down. Pretty much all of his fears came true - he was going to lose you. Not only that, but he was going to lose because of something that he did, something that he couldn’t change. He was right. Mattheo wasn’t the man you needed, and your clarification only solidified his deepest, darkest abandonment issues.

“Okay,” was all he could get out.

That morning seemed never-ending. Mattheo laid between your thighs for what felt like hours, pouring all of his love for you in the way he moved his lips against you, in the way he left reminders of himself in the shape of purple bruises. Everything he so badly wanted to say was disguised by the swirls of his tongue and slow thrusts of his hips. He planted a million sweet kisses to your cheeks and neck, and if you weren’t so in your own head, you probably would have seen the pained look in his eyes as you fell asleep next to him. For one last time.

Mattheo left shortly after, picking up any remnants of him from your room, and when you woke up, it was almost as if he was never there.

A part of you was disappointed that he didn’t stay. Another part was glad - because it meant that you were right in telling him what you did. You were never enough to make him change his ways, and him leaving before you awoke made the pain easier to handle.

Unbeknownst to you, there was a crumpled piece of paper in Mattheo’s hands as he trudged back to his dorm room. A piece of paper that would never see the light of day.

With his head in his hands, and your head on your tear-stained pillow, you both had an uneasy sleep later that night.

One more time, Mattheo let himself get carried away with flimsy feelings of love and affection. And if he had it his way, this would hopefully be the last, too.

©𝐜𝐫𝐯𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐟

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miscommunication trope strikes again! it hurts so good, you absolutely devoured this.

“Instead he let his friends berate him at the table. He let the judgmental eyes of his peers burn into his skill. After all, it was what he deserved for fucking everything up; for losing the one good thing he had left in his miserable life.”

self sabotage is mattheo’s worst enemy like he genuinely could not defeat it no matter what.

“He wasn’t surprised that you thought he didn’t care about you, but you didn’t know that he traced the words ‘I love you’ on your skin when you slept in his arms, your bare chest pressing against his own beating heart. He wished he could tell you with his mouth instead of only his fingertips.”

oh god i love this whole thing so much.

“‘What do you want?’ you asked, your tone making Mattheo flinch in embarrassment and shame.”

this is hurting my heart but he highkey deserves to feel that way.

“He was right. Mattheo wasn’t the man you needed, and your clarification only solidified his deepest, darkest abandonment issues.”

welp i’m gonna go cry now! (poor boy every good thing he has leaves him </3)

Through My Fingertips

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

➸ summary: how mattheo grapples with the fact that he can’t admit his true feelings towards you

➸ warnings/notes: angst, mentions of sexual activity but nothing explicit, mattheo being emotionally unavailable, fwb!reader

A/N: based on this post from @leona-hawthorne. also listening to CHIHIRO by billie eilish while thinking about this… it hurts good.

word count: 2.9k (it’s a long one)

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So now, you were in a weird in-between place of casually sleeping together, while also cuddling and having sleepovers every other night.

“This is new,” commented Theo when Mattheo stepped out of his room, his pants hung low and his arms shoving through the holes in his t-shirt.

“Is it? I bring girls around all the time.”

Mattheo knew what Theo meant. He didn’t want to be bombarded with questions that he didn’t have the answers to. The past few weeks, all he’s been able to think about is you.

“You do,” said Blaise, breaking the silence. “Just haven’t seen you so… committed to one, like, ever.”

Mattheo’s head whipped up at the word ‘committed’. The son of the Dark Lord, willingly committing to someone? Impossible.

“Please,” he scoffed, “the only thing I’m committed to is getting her into my bed.”

“I don’t know, man. You-“

Mattheo held his hand up, his nostrils flaring. “Look, if you’re gonna keep hounding me with this bullshit, I’d rather leave now.”

Something must have happened in between yesterday and this morning, but he couldn’t pinpoint anything specific.

He didn’t deserve to be happy. Why should he, when he’s caused so much pain?

“What happened? Your girlfriend break up with you or something?” muttered Theo at dinner. This only pissed Mattheo off even more.

“She’s not my fucking girlfriend and she never will be.”

He wanted to shout some more, tell Theo how wrong he was, but that was when he smelled it. The familiar rosy scent of your perfume and shampoo.

Did he really hate you so much that he had to let the whole student body know?

If he didn’t fix this soon, he would lose the only thing that made him happy. If he just gave himself over to you, and was honest about his growing feelings for you, maybe you could forgive him.

That night you spent all your time in your dorm room, wishing that he would gain the courage to come find you.

He never did.

YOUR PHONE WAS bombarded by texts the next morning. Thankfully it was a weekend, so you could spend all day in your room uninterrupted if you so wished.

Little did you know, Mattheo was in a similar position as you. His hand was gripping the mobile device to his chest, head pressing into the plush mattress below him.

Mattheo groaned, slapping a pillow over his face in an attempt to stop his racing thoughts.

Cringing at himself for the nth time that morning, he decided that enough was enough. He either needed to man up and confess or finally let you go to find your peace.

“What do you want?” you asked, your tone making Mattheo flinch in embarrassment and shame. This was exactly what he wanted to avoid - but look at him now.

“I wanted - I needed to explain myself.”

Why did you let yourself fall for his lies when everybody warned you against it?

“Mattheo, it’s okay.”

“Is it…?” Mattheo said, confused.

“Okay,” was all he could get out.

Mattheo left shortly after, picking up any remnants of him from your room, and when you woke up, it was almost as if he was never there.

Unbeknownst to you, there was a crumpled piece of paper in Mattheo’s hands as he trudged back to his dorm room. A piece of paper that would never see the light of day.

With his head in his hands, and your head on your tear-stained pillow, you both had an uneasy sleep later that night.

One more time, Mattheo let himself get carried away with flimsy feelings of love and affection. And if he had it his way, this would hopefully be the last, too.

©𝐜𝐫𝐯𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐟

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #this was so good #my recs 💫#reblogs 🤍

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psycho toxic theo is so ❤️‍🩹🥰 give me more scarily obsessive slytherin boys

THEODORE NOTT'S EYES STARED INTO YOUR FIGURE as you were seen laughing with some Gryffindor bloke who was shooting his best attempt at flirting with you, his girl. You didn't know it yet but you were his. His hand clutches his glass, the pressure bound to break it as his once nonchalant eyes morphed into fury and rage, and mostly possession. You didn't get it did you? After all the boys who mysteriously went missing after talking to you or trying to pursue you, you still didn't get that you were his and that he wouldn't stop. Hell, he was tempted to gouge out the eyes of every male in the school, including his friends. Theodore was going to make you his, the easy way or the hard way. You were going to be his.

#theodore nott #theo nott #reblogs 🤍

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real! yes, i said he’s a sweetheart but trust, he’s also borderline terrifyingly rough sometimes (in the best way possible). that’s just the duality of man <3

Yes, Mattheo is soft with you, but he also pins you down by your neck and your hip on his desk, keeping you still and makes a fuck toy out of you whenever he's angry and needs to release it so he doesn't kill the person responsible for spiking that anger, and you are just the perfect distraction.

#i could fix him #but i won’t bc i want him just the way he is #mattheo riddle #reblogs 🤍

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i love rereading ur writing sm 😋😋 i eat up every thing u post

GIRL YOU’RE MAKING ME BLUSHHHH 🤭🤭🤭 i love you and i love your beautiful work you’re so perfect

#I LOVE YOU!#talkin 😚

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if you saw this before, no you didn't 🥰 (i accidentally put it in my queue 😜)

i just need to take a moment to think about power play with lorenzo mf berkshire.

a fight for control is absolutely inescapable when you're with him, and it drives him mad.

usually, you're his sweet, shy, compliant girl but the second he gets you naked, you're a total fucking nightmare. he doesn't know if it makes him want to slap you across the face or kiss you. why couldn’t you be your usual obedient good girl self when he's fucking you?

he ties your wrists up? too bad for him that you know a wandless spell to undo them! "oh, you wanna be like that? you wanna be disobedient?" he'd groan as your now freed hands scratch down his back and tangle in his hair. "you wanna be the one who's on top?"

and he'd laugh when you nod your head, a string of moans leaving your mouth.

maybe sometimes, he'd give in easily and let you on top, muttering praises to motivate you because he knows how easily your legs give out. "just like that, love. fuck, you're so gorgeous when you take control like this. make me cum with that sweet little pussy of yours..." "don't stop, fuck me harder. let me hear how much you want me..."

but most nights, he'd say something along the lines of: "i’d love to see you try."

so of course, you'd take those words as a challenge and use all of your strength to roll over, flipping the both of you around so you're on top instead, riding him. leaning down to place a chaste kiss on his lips, you'd roll your hips at a slow speed.

and the moment he tries bucking his hips up or speeding up the pace, you'd halt your movements completely, just to spite him. with frustration flooding every crevice of his mind, he'd place his rough hands on your waist to move you up and down on his own, taking control of your pace.

so you'd rip his hands away from your body and sit still, giving him absolutely nothing. maybe you'd even deliver a harsh slap across his pretty face, leaving a red handprint on his cheek.

"don't fucking move," you'd whisper in his ear before licking a stripe up the column of his neck, slowly grinding down on his cock again, "you take what i give you."

but his stubborn self can't resist, he'd thrust up into you harshly and you'd lean down, your bare chest pressed to his.

"you're so fucking needy," you'd hiss. "and you're pathetic," he'd growl.

"I'm pathetic? look at you. can't stay still for five fucking seconds." and with those words of yours, he'd stop moving, just to prove a point.

"there you go, baby, good job." you'd smile tauntingly and he'd frown before flipping you back over to lay on your back and pounding into you mercilessly.

let's just say the fight is always enjoyable 🤍

masterlist

#lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire x you #lorenzo berkshire smut #enzo berkshire #enzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire x you #enzo berkshire x y/n #enzo berkshire smut #smut #slytherin boys #harry potter #slytherin #louis partridge #reader insert #x reader

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would let him save every video to icloud ngl

📷 How to use a muggle camera

x Theodore Nott

Warnings: smut, no boundaries in relationship, jerking off, kind of an obsessive love, jealous side of Theo Nott, fluff

Your beloved boyfriend was a popular playboy, flirting with girls and playing with their hearts, later breaking and crushing them like they were potatoes. He loved being a playboy, teasing every single girl in the hallways even with a single glance, but after less than 2 weeks, he was indifferent towards them, already looking for new chicks.

But you were very different. He loved challenges, and he found you. You were his only challenge, only thing he needed was to compete against himself, since there was nobody else better than him and make you his. And he finally did it. He felt like he completed his life mission, he had you now and he knew he didn't need anyone else. You were a diamond, a pearl and nothing else mattered to him since the day he saw you.

It was the day when he walked in on you, you were looking at your phone. Dumbledore was your godfather, so you had privileges to bring muggle things at Hogwarts. He looked at it carefully, and asked:

"What is.. That?" He frowned as you looked up at him.

"What? Oh, this?" You showed him your phone.

"Yeah, that thing" his brows furrowed even more.

"Oh, that's a mobile phone" you smiled brightly and he laid down next to you. He demanded you to explain everything about it, so you did so, since he was never really interested in your stuff, so you finally got the opportunity and you wanted to use it. He listened carefully, with his hand gently rubbing and caressing your thighs and your ass, which always helped him concentrate and not miss out on anything. His hand was giving you a heart spasm and making your skin boil, but you still managed to mutter important things about the device.

"And yeah, that's a camera" you said. "You can take pictures with it, but the pictures don't move"

Theodore chuckled in response.

"But, you can also take videos" you said as you pressed the video icon and took a video of moving your hand. Then you showed it to him. His eyes widened as he looked at you "I knew you muggles were fucking smart, but turns out you're much more"

You smiled. "Yeah, I know. We have much more, actually. Want me to tell you about cars and-" you tried to ask him, but he stopped you:

"No, tell me more about that.. Camera" he smirked lightly, in an almost unnoticeable way.

ʚɞ

Since then, He loved the muggle camera. He could take videos of you squirming, squealing his name while squirting and moaning out loud, yelling to not stop, with his desperate groans in the background. He loved the muggle camera, the way it worked with just one tap. If you were away, he would jerk off to that photos of your tight, shining and glimpsy cunt and your tongue out with your eyes rolled back in the picture. Just a single glance of those pictures made his cock turn into a stone. He couldn't help it. He could leave the classroom, take that phone of yours and scroll through the pictures, doing a mute spell on the toilet cab and jerking off with his hand all worked up. He spitted on himself, imagining it was your saliva.

He fucked you doggy style, holding you with your hair with his veiny hand and taking a video with other one, bouncing his cock into you deeper and deeper, making you feel your own skin. Touching the untouchable places of yours, the ones you haven't even seen by yourself yet. It was his way of fucking you, and in each of those love making was included taking photos and videos.

The responsible and overprotective side of him also guaranteed safety: hiding the photos and the videos with the special spell, so only he was able to see all the dirty things he took when he pressed the gallery button. You did not have boundaries with him, he WAS your boundaries, but he never over crossed it. He was the definition of perfection.

And you liked it too. Him always being by your side, being part of you, praising you and never letting other people see the true beauty that you had, or he was afraid that they would steal you away from him. You were in his hands, and nobody was going to take you away from him..

#this genuinely has me going feral #pls pls pls pls pls #theodore nott #theo nott #reblogs 🤍

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