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MATTHEO RIDDLE MASTERLIST
series
♡ sweetheart!reader
❦ bitchy!reader
໒꒱ angel!reader x nerd!mattheo
one shots
coming soon...
drabbles
getting matching hand holding tattoos with mattheo riddle
nerd!mattheo's biggest weakness is angel!reader's "puppy dog eyes"
requested by @arabicgfoccurgxurstst | thank you for the request <3 i hope this is what you had in mind !!
cw: slight mentions of underage drinking and partying but no real depictions!
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Disciplined, stoic and strong-willed. These are three adjectives that Mattheo Riddle undoubtedly is.
He’s disciplined. He sticks to a strict routine and schedule, sets high goals for himself and stops at nothing to achieve them. The reason why he's so secretly jacked (as you would, and have, put it) is because in first year, he read that exercising improved academic performance and he hasn't stopped since — consistency, he's big on that too.
He’s stoic. He doesn’t let anything affect him, not anymore. Not the judgemental stares he gets when he’s dressed in a blazer or a nice, ironed polo shirt at a party he reluctantly followed Theo to. He can ignore the worst of whispers that follow him. He can easily write a detention slip for someone without batting an eye and he can destroy someone in a chess game without so much of a quirk of his mouth.
He is strong willed. There’s not much to say about this one, he just is. Mattheo Riddle is an unmovable force by all means.
But since becoming friends with you, he has become less and less these things.
He will occasionally skip his usual morning routine — balanced-protein-shake-breakfast, hour long run, shower, get ready for school — just so that he can maybe see you in the Great Hall during breakfast.
As soon as he opens his mouth to talk to you, he switches from being the stoic and cold class president to a stuttering, fumbling, blushing mess.
But no matter how pathetic he is about you, he is strong willed — no matter what you say or do.
“Come on, Mattheo, please.” You say and, even though he’s pointedly looking away from you, determined to not let the sight of you distract and persuade him, he can feel you everywhere.
Your perfume floats around him and causes his (normally sharp) head to spin, your voice is honey-like in his ear and your hand is on his arm.
He attempts to placate you, his voice soft and unsteady, “I really have to study.”
“But you know all the material already.” You insist, smiling as you tap his head with your nail lightly. “It’s in that big, beautiful brain of yours forever, it’s not leaving.”
He tries not to let what you're saying go to his head. You're just teasing to get what you want. He repeats it over and over in his head. You're just flirting to get what you want. Fuck, it's working. He shakes his head.
“Still, there are procedures I have to go through to ensure my understanding of the material is in depth enough and, I still need to complete at least two more past papers and review my notes and—”
He stops himself when he realises he’s rambling. Not that you seem to mind, you’re looking at him like he's saying the most fascinating things. He looks away quickly before continuing.
“I just really can’t go to the party tonight, I’m sorry.” He says, and he really is sorry. He hates nothing more than disappointing you.
“I understand.” You say, smiling kindly. You’re not mad at him and it makes him relax, he thinks that maybe he’s off the hook.
“But it would mean the world to me if you’d stay for just an hour.” You say.
He feels his resolve slipping but he forces himself to toughen up. Strong-willed, remember?
“I won’t stay long anyway. I don’t feel like drinking lately and it’s no fun talking to anyone else sober.”
He finds that hard to believe. Not your sudden desire for sobriety — you were so hungover after your last party that you wore sunglasses for half the day, clutched his arm and begged him to “make the room stop spinning”.
He’s having trouble believing that you wouldn’t be able to find someone else at the party to hang off your every word within the hour. He’s sure even the worst of alcoholics would be willing to be sober for a night just to spend time with you.
As tempting as the thought is — getting to see you in a pretty party dress, listening to you talk his ear off about whatever you wanted, maybe walking you back to your dorm — he knows he can’t go to this party with you. For the sake of his academics and his self worth, to know that he’s still Mattheo Riddle and he’s not completely weakened by you.
He’s still not looking at you, no matter how much he wants to. He pretends to busy himself with the worksheet in front of him.
“How do you know that I wouldn’t drink.” He protests weakly, you laugh. He relishes the sound.
“Before your big test?” You tease, “You wouldn’t.”
You’re right and he hates that he’s so predictable to you.
“Our test.” He reminds you gently, you ignore him.
“Please, Mattheo, I’ll do anything.” Your hand on his arm travels back and forth, smoothening the fabric of his blazer. It takes everything in him not to shudder as he reminds himself to relax his bones.
Your hand reaches his shoulder and just rests there, he finally turns his head to look at your face.
His eyes meet yours — big mistake — and he finds his breath catching in his throat, as usual. You’re so close, he can see the small specks of glitter in the blue eyeshadow that surrounds your eyes.
Your lips are curled into the smallest of pouts, your eyebrows are slightly furrowed and your eyes — god, your eyes.
They’re rounder than usual and they look so sad, so pleading. His heart speeds up, he can feel it.
“Please.” You murmur and, really, it’s your voice that breaks him.
“I… can’t, I have to— uh…” He’s floundering, he knows it and so do you. He sighs.
“I’ll go with you.” He relents and your entire face lights up. He decides for that reason alone, it's worth it.
“Really?” You cheer and, this should be his chance to back out, but he just nods.
Weak.
“Yeah, but just for an hour!" He rushes to say, knowing it’s futile and if you wanted him to stay forever, he would.
You squeal, throwing your arms around him, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “Thank you!”
This time, he freezes and stiffens. If you notice, you don’t show it nor do you pull away.
“I love you.” You say and he’s glad you don’t mean it for real or he’s certain his heart would explode, he can feel himself growing hot as is. “You’re an angel.”
“Hardly.” He says back weakly.
So, Mattheo Riddle is strong-willed, sure.
But when an unstoppable force is met with an unmovable object, the unstoppable force is bound to win.
Especially if the unstoppable force is a party girl with pretty eyes.
i kind of hate this one... but i had fun writing it!!
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Absolutely Fine.
Summary : After agreeing to a three month separation, Mattheo insists he’s perfectly fine without her. Unfortunately for him, everyone else knows he’s lying.
I absolutely love writing Mattheo as a cinnamon roll-lover boy
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The Slytherin common room was quieter than usual that evening, the green tinted fire crackling low in the hearth.
Most students had scattered to the library or their dorms, leaving only a handful of them.
Mattheo Riddle slouched in the high backed armchair opposite the largest leather sofa, legs kicked out, arms crossed, chin tucked against his chest.
He hadn’t spoken more than three sentences all day.
Draco Malfoy lounged on the arm of the sofa, flipping idly through a potions journal he wasn’t really reading.
Theodore Nott sat cross legged on the floor beside the coffee table, pretending to organize a deck of Exploding Snap cards while actually watching Mattheo like one watches a wounded animal.
“You miss her?” Draco finally asked, voice light but pointed.
Mattheo’s jaw tightened. “No.”
Theo snorted without looking up. “You’ve been whiny for weeks, mate. Insufferable, really.”
“I have not,” Mattheo snapped, but the pout was already forming, tugging at the corner of his mouth. He looked smaller somehow, shoulders hunched, eyes shadowed. “I’m absolutely fine.”
The words sounded ridiculous even to him.
Behind the sofa hidden in the deep shadow where the firelight didn’t quite reach, you pressed your lips together to keep from laughing.
You’d slipped through the portrait hole ten minutes earlier, travel cloak still dusted with apparition soot, heart hammering.
Theo had spotted you first, eyes widening before a slow, wicked grin spread across his face.
Draco had followed a heartbeat later, mouthing “stay down” before casually steering the conversation toward Mattheo.
You waited.
Draco tilted his head. “You sure? Because the last time someone asked how you were, you nearly hexed the fifth year who dared speak to you.”
“I’m fine,” Mattheo repeated, quieter this time. The pout deepened. “She’s only been gone two months. It’s not even… it’s not a big deal.”
Theo raised an eyebrow. “Two months, eleven days. Not that you’re counting.”
Mattheo glared at the fire.
That was your cue.
You rose slowly, silently, until you were standing just behind the back of the sofa. Mattheo still hadn’t noticed, his gaze was fixed on the flames like they owed him something.
You cleared your throat, soft.
“Alright then,” you said, voice warm and teasing. “If you don’t miss me at all… I’ll just go back.”
Mattheo froze.
Two seconds. Three.
His head snapped up.
Dark eyes met yours.
For a heartbeat he didn’t move, didn’t breathe, like his brain was rebooting.
Then he was moving.
He launched out of the chair so fast the cushions fell. Long legs cleared the coffee table in one stride; he vaulted over the back of the sofa like it wasn’t even there.
The next second he crashed into you, arms locking around your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck, so hard you stumbled back a step before he caught you.
He was shaking.
You felt it in the way his fingers dug into your back, the way his breath hitched against your skin.
“You’re here,” he whispered, voice cracking. “You’re…..you’re really here.”
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, fingers threading into his curls. “Surprise.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, really look, palms sliding up to cradle your face like you might vanish if he didn’t hold on tight enough. His thumbs brushed your cheekbones, eyes glassy, searching every inch of you as though memorizing you all over again.
Then the tears spilled.
Not dramatic sobs, just quiet, helpless ones that made your own eyes sting.
“I missed you,” he choked out, voice small and childish and so unlike the Mattheo everyone else knew. “I missed you so fucking much. I hated it. I hated every second. Don’t…don’t ever do that again. I’m not letting you go anywhere. Ever.”
Behind you, Draco barked a laugh. “Merlin, he’s gone soft.”
Theo stood, smirking. “Told you he was lying.”
They didn’t wait for a reply. Draco clapped Theo on the shoulder and the two of them slipped out through the dungeon corridor, leaving the common room empty except for the low hiss of the fire and the two of you tangled together.
Mattheo didn’t even glance after them.
He just kept staring at you, thumbs still stroking your cheeks, like he needed constant proof.
You reached up, brushing the tear tracks away with your fingertips, then pressed soft kisses along his jaw, his cheekbones, the corner of his mouth, light, fluttering, everywhere you could reach.
He let out a shaky breath.
Then you kissed him properly.
Deep. Slow. Desperate.
His hands slid into your hair, tilting your head so he could take more, taste more, convince himself you weren’t a dream. When you finally broke apart you were both breathless, foreheads pressed together, noses brushing.
You smiled against his lips.
“So…” you murmured, teasing. “You don’t miss me at all, huh?”
Mattheo groaned, half laugh, half sob.
“Shut up,” he muttered, but there was no heat in it. He only pulled you closer, arms banding around you like iron. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”
And then, without another word, he twisted.
The familiar pull of apparition sucked the air from your lungs.
When the world steadied again you were in his dorm room.
Door already locked behind you.
Curtains drawn.
Just the two of you.
He didn’t let go.
Not even for a second.
The room still smelled faintly of cedar and old parchment, Mattheo’s scent, the one that had clung to your pillow for weeks after you left.
The four poster bed was unmade, sheets twisted like he’d spent most nights fighting sleep. A half empty bottle of firewhisky sat on the nightstand next to a crumpled letter you recognized as yours, the edges worn from being read too many times.
He hadn’t let go of you yet.
Even after the apparition settled, his arms stayed locked around your waist, face pressed so hard into the side of your neck you could feel the rapid flutter of his pulse against your skin. You stood in the middle of the room, travel bag still slung over one shoulder, cloak hanging crooked.
“Mattheo,” you murmured, half laughing, half breathless. “I’m not going anywhere. You can breathe.”
He shook his head against you small, stubborn, childlike.
“No,” he mumbled into your collarbone. “Not letting go. Not yet.”
You felt the tremor in his shoulders again, quieter this time, but still there. The tears had stopped, but his lashes were wet when he finally lifted his head. Up close like this you could see everything he’d tried to hide from everyone else: the dark circles, the way his eyes were red rimmed, the faint tremble in his lower lip he couldn’t quite control.
He looked wrecked.
And he looked like he was finally allowing himself to fall apart now that you were here to catch him.
You reached up, cupped his face with both hands. He leaned into the touch like a cat starved for warmth.
“I cut the trip short because I couldn’t stand it anymore either,” you admitted softly. “Every owl from Pansy said you were getting worse. Theo sent me a howler last week actually threatened to hex me if I didn’t come back soon. Said you nearly set the greenhouse on fire during Herbology because someone mentioned long distance relationships don’t work.”
Mattheo huffed a watery laugh that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Was an accident,” he muttered. “Mostly.”
You brushed your thumbs under his eyes, wiping away the last traces of tears.
“Liar.”
He swallowed hard. “I kept thinking what if you decided you liked it better there? What if you met someone who didn’t come with… all of this?” He gestured vaguely at himself at the shadows under his eyes, at the reputation that followed the name Riddle like smoke. “What if three months turned into six? Or forever?”
Your heart twisted.
You slid your fingers into his hair, tugging gently until he met your gaze.
“I hated every second I wasn’t with you,” you told him. “The food tasted wrong. The bed was too big. I kept waking up reaching for you and panicking when you weren’t there. I came back two weeks early because I was going insane without you, you absolute menace.”
His mouth twitched, almost a smile, but still too fragile.
“You’re the menace,” he whispered. “Leaving me like that.”
“I know.” You leaned in, pressed your forehead to his. “I’m sorry.”
He closed his eyes at the contact, breathing you in like you were oxygen after drowning.
“Don’t apologize,” he said roughly. “Just… don’t do it again. Please.”
You kissed the corner of his mouth. Then the other corner. Then the faint scar above his eyebrow. Slow. Deliberate. Like you were mapping every inch of him to prove you were staying.
“I won’t,” you promised between kisses. “Not without you.”
That seemed to break something in him.
He made a small, wrecked sound and crushed you against him again lifting you clean off the floor this time, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. He carried you the three steps to the bed and dropped down onto it with you still in his arms, both of you tumbling into the mess of blankets.
He didn’t stop touching you.
Fingers in your hair. Palm sliding under your shirt to press flat against the small of your back. Nose buried in the curve of your shoulder. Lips brushing your pulse point over and over like he was counting your heartbeats to make sure they were real.
You curled around him just as tightly, legs tangled, hands roaming relearning the shape of his shoulders, the dip of his spine, the way his breath hitched when you kissed the spot just below his ear.
Minutes passed like that. Maybe longer. Time felt slippery.
Eventually he pulled back just enough to look at you again really look. His expression was soft in a way no one else ever got to see: open, unguarded, a little scared still.
You smiled, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertip.
He caught your hand, pressed a kiss to the center of your palm. Then another. Then he turned it over and kissed each knuckle, slow and reverent.
“I cried,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “First week. Alone. Like a fucking child. Didn’t tell anyone.”
Your throat tightened.
“I know,” you whispered back. “Pansy told me. Said you pretended it was allergies when Blaise asked why your eyes were red.”
He groaned, mortified, and buried his face in your neck again.
“Kill me now.”
You laughed softly, carding fingers through his curls.
“Never.”
He stayed like that for a long moment face hidden, breathing you in then shifted so he could see you properly. One hand came up to cradle the side of your face.
“I love you,” he said. Simple. Raw. Like the words had been clawing at his throat for months. “So fucking much it hurts. Don’t ever leave me thinking I’m not enough again.”
Tears pricked your own eyes this time.
“I love you too,” you answered, voice cracking. “And you’re more than enough. You always have been.”
He kissed you then slow, deep, aching. Not desperate anymore. Just… home.
When you finally pulled apart, both of you were smiling, small, shaky, but real.
He tucked you against his chest, chin resting on top of your head, arms banded around you like he could physically keep the world from taking you away again.
“Stay,” he murmured into your hair.
You pressed a kiss over his heart.
“Always.”
He exhaled a long, trembling sound of relief and held you tighter.
Neither of you moved for the rest of the night.
Just breathing. Touching. Whispering stupid, soft things into the dark until sleep finally took you both.
Together.
Where you belonged.
The first thing you registered upon waking was warmth too much of it, cocooned around you like a living blanket.
Mattheo had you completely enveloped: one arm slung possessively across your waist, the other tucked under your head like a pillow, legs tangled so thoroughly with yours that moving would require a full strategic retreat.
His face was buried in the crook of your neck, slow steady breaths fanning across your collarbone. Soft snores every few minutes. Peaceful. Almost innocent.
You shifted just a fraction and his grip tightened instantly, instinctive, like even in sleep he refused to let an inch of space form between you.
A tiny, involuntary smile tugged at your lips.
Sunlight slanted through the narrow window slits high on the dungeon wall, painting thin gold stripes across the dark green hangings of his four poster.
The room still smelled like last night: cedar, firewhisky, the faint salt of tears, and the two of you.
You stayed like that for a while, tracing idle patterns on his bare back with your fingertips, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. Eventually his lashes fluttered. A low, sleepy groan vibrated against your throat.
“Mm. Don’t move,” he mumbled, voice gravel-rough with sleep. “Five more minutes.”
“You said that an hour ago,” you whispered, amused.
“Liar.” He nuzzled closer, lips brushing your pulse. “You’re warm. Stay.”
You laughed softly. “I’m not going anywhere, you clingy octopus.”
He huffed, but the corner of his mouth curved up. Then finally he cracked one eye open. Dark curls a disaster. Cheeks still faintly flushed from sleep. He looked at you like you were the first good thing he’d seen in months.
“Morning,” he rasped.
“Morning, baby.”
That single word seemed to melt whatever was left of his defenses. He rolled you both so you were underneath him, forearms bracketing your head, weight carefully held so he didn’t crush you. Then he just… looked. Minutes of it. Like he was afraid blinking would make you vanish.
“You’re really here,” he said.
You reached up, smoothed his hair back. “Still here.”
He dropped his forehead to yours. Closed his eyes. Exhaled like he’d been holding the breath for eighty three days.
Then he kissed you slow, lazy, morning-soft. No urgency this time. Just gratitude. Relief. Home.
You were still tangled and kissing when the door banged open.
“Oi, Riddle! You alive in there or did you finally hex yourself into oblivion last ni…oh.”
Pansy Parkinson froze in the doorway, one perfectly manicured hand still on the handle. Behind her: Draco, Blaise, Theo, all three wearing varying degrees of shit eating grins.
Mattheo didn’t even flinch. He just groaned long, dramatic and buried his face back in your neck like if he ignored them hard enough they’d disappear.
You, however, peeked over his shoulder and waved sheepishly. “Hi.”
Pansy’s jaw dropped. Then she shrieked, actual, delighted shriek and launched herself at the bed.
“You’re BACK!” She threw herself across both of you, hugging you around Mattheo’s shoulders. “I knew it! I told them you’d crack before the three months were up!”
“Pans,” Mattheo growled, muffled. “Get. Off.”
She ignored him, squeezing harder. “Look at him! He’s gone full koala. I’ve never seen him this pathetic. It’s beautiful.”
Draco leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking. “Pathetic is generous. The man spent last night crying into his pillow like a first year. We could hear him through the wall.”
“I did not,” Mattheo snapped, finally lifting his head. His hair was even worse now. Eyes narrowed to slits. “And if you don’t leave in the next five seconds”
“You’ll what?” Theo drawled, sauntering closer. He perched on the edge of the bed like he owned it. “Hex us? With what wand? You’ve been too busy hugging your girlfriend like she’s a teddy bear to even notice where you left it.”
Blaise snorted. “Mate, you literally apparated out of the common room with her last night like some lovesick Romeo. Didn’t even say goodnight. Rude.”
Mattheo’s ears went pink.
You bit your lip to keep from laughing.
Pansy finally rolled off you both, sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed. She poked Mattheo’s calf. “Admit it. You were insufferable. Whiny. Moody. Threatened to curse half the fifth years for breathing too loud near her empty seat at breakfast.”
“I was not whiny,” he muttered, but he was already sliding an arm back around your waist, pulling you flush against his side like a human shield.
Theo raised an eyebrow. “You told Flitwick you were ‘emotionally compromised’ when he asked why you blew up your cauldron in Charms. Emotionally. Compromised.”
The tips of Mattheo’s ears were scarlet now.
Draco pushed off the doorframe, smirking wider. “And don’t think we forgot the time you stared at her owl post for twenty straight minutes without blinking. Thought you were trying to set it on fire with your mind.”
“I hate all of you,” Mattheo announced flatly.
You couldn’t hold it in anymore…you laughed, bright and helpless, hiding your face against his shoulder.
He turned to glare at you, betrayed. “You too?”
“Sorry,” you wheezed, still giggling. “But… emotionally compromised?”
He groaned again longer, more theatrical and flopped face first into the pillow beside you.
“Kill me,” he said into the feathers. “Just end it.”
Pansy patted his head like he was a sad puppy. “There, there. Your dignity died weeks ago. We’ve all accepted it.”
Theo leaned in conspiratorially. “So. How long before he lets her out of arm’s reach? My bet’s on never.”
“Never,” Blaise agreed. “He’ll start carrying her around like a princess. Watch.”
Mattheo lifted his head just enough to shoot them a murderous look. “I will end you. Slowly.”
But his hand never left your waist. And when you pressed a soft kiss to his temple, the murderous look melted into something embarrassingly fond.
Draco sighed theatrically. “Right. We’ve seen enough. Let’s leave the tragic lovers to their tragic love.”
“Tragic?” Pansy scoffed as they all started filing out. “This is peak comedy. I’m telling everyone at breakfast.”
“Pansy!” Mattheo started, warning in his voice.
“Too late!” she sang, already halfway out the door. “See you at lunch, lovebirds!”
The door slammed shut.
Silence.
Mattheo exhaled through his nose. Then he rolled onto his back, dragging you with him so you ended up sprawled across his chest.
“They’re never going to let this go,” he muttered.
“Nope.”
He stared at the canopy for a long moment. Then quietly, almost shyly:
“Worth it.”
You propped your chin on his sternum, smiling down at him.
“Yeah?”
He cupped your face with both hands. Thumb brushing your lower lip.
“Every second of teasing. Every single one.” His voice dropped. “You’re here. That’s all I care about.”
You leaned down and kissed him—slow, sweet, lingering.
When you pulled back, his eyes were soft again. No walls. No bravado.
“Breakfast?” you asked.
He considered it. Then shook his head.
“Five more minutes,” he said, echoing his earlier plea.
You laughed and settled against him again.
“Deal.”
He wrapped both arms around you, tight.
And for the first time in months, the morning felt right.
No teasing mattered.
No distance.
Just this.
Just him.
Just you.
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Rain + Constellations
❀ summary: you and your boyfriend dick are out on a date, stargazing when things get heated... even if it's downpouring.
❀ warnings: cursing, smut, unprotected sex, it's spicy and also fluffy at the same time, nsfw content mdni
❀ pairings: boyfriend!dick grayson x reader
❀ wc: 1.6k words
❀ author's note: i really wanted to write something cuter with dick although i'm also debating on writing a smutty fic with him being a little mean 👀
©faepoetry please do not steal, copy, repost, reuse, or translate my work.
⧼ 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 ⧽
the rumours about theodore nott’s size have been circulating around hogwarts like a wild current. and now that you’ve become his girlfriend, you can have your very own confirmation.
⧼ content/tw ⧽ 18+ mdni, smut with some plot, brief fingering, unprotected piv, size kink, belly bulge, girl talk about dicks, cursing, pet names including italian, fem!reader, all characters are aged up, no-war universe
⧼ nota bene ⧽ theodore nott’s redwood tree ain’t hard to see, is all i have to say. yes, i’m horny.
⧼ word count ⧽ 2.5k
“Okay, babe, you have to piss off, or I’ll hex you right now and won’t care about getting expelled.”
Cho rolled her eyes at your insistence to avoid her questions, but she was far from deterred from continuing on her path to find out the truth. She nudged you with her shoulder again, harder this time, as if that could somehow shake the answer right out of you.
“Come on, you have to tell us. It’s like, your duty at this point.”
Lavender nodded eagerly from your right side, her arms crossed on her chest in obvious determination. “Yeah, you must tell us, love,” she whined in that familiar tone of hers that meant she wasn’t getting what she wanted and didn’t like it one bit. “We’ve been dying to know. D-y-i-n-g. Don’t be a bitch.”
mattheo being a good boy ! 18+
Mattheo Riddle was not a man rendered speechless.
He couldn’t remember ever being struck dumb—his mouth was always ready with venom, mockery, or dark promise. Until now.
Mattheo Riddle. | couldn’t help yourself.
PAIRING: Mattheo Riddle × Reader
SUMMARY: PHEW…uh-pure smut? like, extremely self-indulgent exhibitionism, with overstim thrown in there too. i’m sorry. but i’m also not. reader teases matty during class and makes him go feral.
WORD COUNT: 3.8k.
TAGS: 18+, SMUT MDNI, DUBCON, Degradation, Praise, Dom!Mattheo, Sub!Reader, Absolute Feralism, Humiliation, Spitting, Very Slight Daddy Kink, Exhibitionism, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasm, Multiple Creampie, PIV, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk.
Mattheo's usually charismatic demeanour had been replaced by one of raw fury as he dragged you by the arm into a nearby closet, directly following an admittedly heated potions lecture. You could feel the fire emanating off him, his body tensed with an unspoken rage. You knew you'd fucked up.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he spat out, his voice low and dangerous as he slammed the door shut behind you, blanketing the two of you in darkness. "Trying to get me hard in class like that?"
hopelessly devoted... based on this ask! 18+
free use! mattheo <3
mattheo riddle | focus.
PAIRING: Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: you thought you were just going to have a peaceful night with your boyfriend, cuddling while watching the newest episode of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. you thought.
WORD COUNT: 4.1k. (i’m sorry?)
TAGS: 18+, SMUT MDNI, praise kink, some teasing, matty being an absolute dawg per usual, unable to keep those delicious hands to himself, maybe like the tiniest bit of degradation, fingering, multiple orgasm, PIV, doggy/prone-bone, um yeah the usual filth i provide.
DEDICATION: this was a little bday gift for my lovely friend @pizzaapeteer🤍 hope u had the best day bbygirl ilysm!
"Matt," you exhaled your boyfriends name, leisurely rubbing your tired eyes. "...any minute now, please."
family lines masterlist (m.r.)
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader
Summary: Curly brown hair? Brown eyes? You must be a Riddle.
Status: Complete
A/N: Please comment under this post to be added to the family lines taglist <3 For other taglists please send me an ask!
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Epilogue
taglist under the cut
Dark Prince Diaries
By: @cloveswifey
CHRISTMAS MAGIC - On a snow-covered weekend in Hogsmeade, you and your friend group set aside the usual tension and trade it for laughter, hot chocolate, and a completely chaotic snowball fight. Pansy is being anything but subtle about her feelings for Draco, Theo and Blaise are arguing like it is their favourite sport, and Enzo has more energy than the rest of you combined. It feels like just another winter trip, loud and a little ridiculous in the best way. Then the night shifts without anyone quite noticing. Lanterns float gently above the streets, tall Christmas trees glow in the dark, and everything seems softer somehow. In the middle of it all, Mattheo Riddle pulls you close and makes the cold feel distant. Winter might be freezing, but being wrapped up in him and surrounded by this messy little found family feels like the safest, warmest kind of magic.
POST BREAK-UP PARTY - At a crowded, slytherin party, Y/n is shaken when she spots her ex, Mattheo Riddle, across the room, their unresolved breakup still raw. Overwhelmed, she escapes to the balcony for air, but Mattheo follows, and a tense, vulnerable conversation unfolds. They admit how much the breakup hurt, that they both were at fault, and that they still love and miss each other, even though he fears hurting her again.
DON’T GET US CAUGHT - Y/N Berkshire is stretched out on one of the common room sofas when her twin brother Enzo walks in, Mattheo Riddle right behind him. She keeps her expression carefully neutral, even though her heart gives her away for a second. No one knows she and Mattheo are together. That part is still theirs. Enzo barely stays long, already talking about heading out for a smoke with Draco. The moment he disappears through the portrait hole, Mattheo doesn’t follow. He lingers instead, hanging back in the quiet common room, his attention settling on her in a way that feels anything but casual.
By: @cipheress-to-k-pop
family lines (series) full masterlist - Curly brown hair? Brown eyes? You must be a Riddle.
party on you, part of you knew - Mattheo had been losing his belongings, forgetting things, and feeling uneasy about that random girl who was always staring at him. His solution? Blame Theodore. It's always that damn astronomy tower.
lost in translation - Mattheo Riddle has never confessed to anyone, which is why his first attempt went so badly
beauty and the beast - Mattheo Riddle, the infamous heartbreaker, gets his heart broken.
By: @sabxynsweet
bitchy!reader gets mad at mattheo
mattheo's only nice to sweetheart!reader
mattheo watches sweetheart!reader get ready
By: @lotusnleaves
HEAVY LIFTING - Boxer!Mattheo who takes it as a personal challange everytime you question how strong he really is.
HOT BLOODED! - Boxer! Mattheo who doesn't take disrespect lightly especially not when it's towards his Girlfriend
By: @sadnymi
No one noticed
Shakespeare - Your obsession with Shakespeare is driving mattheo insane. And now he found himself jealous of fictional characters and a long-dead playwright.
I love you, I’m sorry.
Is somebody gonna match my freak? - who’s gonna match your freak ? Mattheo would , p.s( Draco playing Cupid and your biggest fan)
By: @redeemingvillains
dove - fed up with the way the slytherin boys create chaos without consequence, someone seeks to bring them down a notch by going after the one thing their strongest loves most: you.
riddle's girl - mattheo has…feelings about you wearing his quidditch jersey.
slightly jealous & possessive mattheo
veritaserum - when mattheo drinks veritaserum on a bet, he's confident he doesn't have anything to hide... until you show up.
the playlist - enzo overhears something about you he shouldn't have and when he tells his friends, all hell breaks loose
the mixup - one of the house elves makes a mistake with the laundry. or, the time you left four friends speechless and your best friend drooling.
By: @riddlesrizzler
Hearts and Initials - You hadn't meant for him to see it...
Manchild - But one day, when he forgets to show up-again-I hope you remember who did.
Pride and Prejudice - You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, love, love you.
The World Ended When it Happened to Me
The Only Exception - That awful realization, day by day, moment by moment, that she was the exception. To everything.
Snickerdoodles
By: @serpentkissess
Little Minx - reader & mattheo bullying pansy when she starts talking about you a bit too loudly.
mattheo & his yapper gf
Silly muggle trend.
By: @rafesslxt
WRONG TIE - y/n noticed a little too late what tie she is wearing.. explains the dirty looks her house gave her
reading - mattheo finally get‘s to see what you‘re really reading
By: @wordsarelife
this love - mattheo finally asks you to be his girlfriend
endgame - mattheo is absolutely in love with you, but now it seems like he spent a bit too long not telling you that
so it goes - you’ve always thought mattheo riddle was infuriating, until suddenly everything between you changes. between various almost kisses, whispered confessions, and years of tension finally snapping, you realize he’s always wanted you. but falling for him? that was never part of your plan, but now, you’re his to keep and his to lose.
By: @cuntrygirlcallista
you need him? i could be him
sweetest sin
by: @kissrot
𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝟏𝟎𝟏 - your brother harry throws off the invisibility cloak mid-prank only to catch you making out with mattheo riddle. rebloged
𝟕 𝐚𝐦: 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭. 𝟕:𝟎𝟏: 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 - theo learns the hard way that the only thing worse than a clingy couple is being roommates with them. Rebloged
𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 - you wanted dessert and a kiss; you got theo’s quidditch monologue and a new tag team against your own boyfriend. Rebloged
Are you ladies alright? - Where Mattheo certainty didn't expect you of all people to open the door. by: @allurearia
Confessions of a best friend - Two oblivious idiot best friends confessing their love for one another after an incident at a party. by: @voidangxls
𝐴𝐹𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑀 - you can’t find your boyfriend after an argument, and the castle is surrounded by dementors by: @girllblogging777
drink away by: @malfoyscoffee
do i wanna know, hozier cover. - sometimes, pansy knows exactly how to bring couples together. when mattheo, known for his grumpy mood, finds himself growing closer to a quiet, introspective girl, he must come to terms with feelings he never expected to have. by: @riddleriddles
𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 - Things get a lil heated at a party and you and Mattheo end up in the bathroom, pressed just a little too close to eachother. by: @hogwartsexpr3ss
Eyes on the Quaffle, Riddle by: @iris-qt
Like you love me - you catch your boyfriend looking at you from across the room… by: @adiraargent
Switching ties - It happened with two ties, one red and gold and the other green and silver. It only took one mistake for all of Hogwarts to find out. by: @wbellab
lucky i love you - you and matthéo had an argument the night before, and he still hasn’t apologized. by: @ageofstarkey
TEAR YOU APART. - mattheo riddle realizes that he is not above the obsession that runs through the riddle family's blood. by: @govnder
tease - mattheo asks you to be his valentines by: @lov3notts
my lifeline - in which you’re his only purpose in life by: @cutielando
No title - Mattheo hates being touched, and he especially hates being patched up after games. But what can he do when you insist? by: @ixve-fool
By: @serpentkissess
breast obsession w/ mattheo (18+)
gym bro mattheo likes when you bite him (18+)
keep talking - mattheo is used to quiet and pliant girls in bed so, imagine his surprise when you talk more than him. (18+)
mattheo being a good boy (18+)
Is it in yet? (18+)
who's gonna fuck you like me? (18+)
was it worth it? - mattheo's punishment for his brat girlfriend backfires, leaving him no choice but to punish you in a different way. (18+)
a man starved (18+)
By: @prythiansprincess
azúcar. (18+)
playwithfire. (18+)
Focus on me. (18+)
By: @torturedpoetism
Down Bad - trying to find Mattheo after he stood you up for studying, you find him and get more than you bargained for. (18+)
P✩rnstar - After break, you bring a video camera back to Hogwarts from the muggle world and teach Mattheo how to use it. (18+)
stress relief - What should be a study sesh at Three Broomsticks takes an unexpected turn when Mattheo finds a very personal way to help you unwind before your friends show up. (18+)
serpent and the bunny - Mattheo gets his payback after you make him jealous during potions (18+)
𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 - Mattheo gets mad when he realizes your Halloween costume is nothing like he expected. (18+)
freaks come out at night - On your trip to Hogsmeade to indulge in the Halloween activities Mattheo gets ahold of you. Forcing you to confront both your feelings for him and your own wavering sanity. (18+)
By: @sadnymi
no title (18+)
Mastermind (18+)
By: @gibsluv
𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (18+)
𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 (18+)
flashing mattheo during an argument by: @theosbaby (18+)
bsf mattheo riddle x hufflepuff reader by: @slytherinboysvip (18+)
candy canes by: @nottendo (18+)
again? by: @malfoyscoffee (18+)
Fuckin Mattheo in the bath while high reposted by: @louierecs (18+)
I could always just sit? by: @cloveswifey (18+)
suctions and sanctions - you are always so attentive when leaving the shower, cleaning after yourself with maximum attention. this time, you somehow forgot to pack away a very important object — your dildo. your roommate mattheo stumbles upon it by accident and he doesn’t let the opportunity slip between his fingers. next time, be more careful, sweetheart! by: @dearmisshoney (18+)
play stupid games (win dangerous prizes) - you spend all day pushing mattheo’s buttons… until he finally snaps. by: @vtfsajra (18+)
TAKE IT - Boxer!Mathheo whose got a huge size kink and swears he can make it fit, after all he's not a quitter so why would his Gf be? by: @lotusnleaves (18+)
Mattheo Riddle Masterlist
.✦ ݁˖ legend * indicates smut. All characters are aged up as consenting adults. MDNI 18+ blog, read all warnings and note I am not responsible for your media consumption.
.✦ ݁˖ oneshots fu in my head, pt 2 bound* best friend's brother don't be so underestimating* watch your mouth* caught up in relaxation* sunglasses at night the hanging fear ignited reunion* a clumsy grab hidden strengths sucking isn't always bad* a whole lot of pink succumb to the lust* she will be loved, part 2*, epilogue carousel the trouble with you speed dating midnight dates
FREAKY SLYTHERINS
In which the slytherin boys (Mattheo, Lorenzo, Theodore, Draco and Blaise_ and their famous girls (Y/N, Daphne, Astoria and Pansy) aren't just the deadliest friend group...but also a friend group that fucks each other on the down low.
(Please note it begins as suggestive mentions of smut and more group dynamic, but it WILL be going into smut soon and I will write beside it if it includes actual full-fledged written smut. Reader will have more of a liking to theodore (like fully confesses love type liking)
PART1- INITATION NIGHT - Where Y/N sits with the friend group at a party and begins her initiation with Theodore (who knew it would be so easy?) (SUGGESTIVE)
PART2- WORDS BEHIND WALS- It's been two months since Y/N joined the group, let's see just how she's doing...and just how easy miscommunication is when she thinks the boys are talking about her behind her back! (HURT/COMFORT)
PART3- NO NUT NOVEMBER- The boys partake in no nut November, the girls are determined to break them. (SMUT- THEODORE)
PART4 - SUPER RICH KIDS - In which Y/N finds it hard to keep up with the rich hobbies of her group. (SUBTLE HURT/COMFORT)
PART5- SWEET AND SOUR - When the sweetest boy of the group gets stressed and doesn’t want to bother, you make sure to relieve him (SMUT- LORENZO)
PART5- THE YULE BALL AND THEODORE NOTT'S BROKEN HEART- Every year for the Yule Ball, the girls go with the boys. Even before they turned into what they are now, as good friends they’d all go. Now that you’re here, you think Theodore might ask you, but the girls tell you he’s never asked anyone. So, you end up going with Cormac, but this won't end like you expect it to, nor does anyone else.
PART6 (CONTINUATION TO PART 5)- NEVER FUCK WITH US OR OUR GIRLS - When you get back together with Cormac, and Adrian Pucey and Astoria fall in love, the group deals with their betrayal, and Theodore and Draco realize they have lost their girls. However, a certain trio thinks something is off...
PART 7- SUPER SOAKER- When Lorenzo makes you squirt for the first time, the other guys decide to step up their game. (SMUT- ENZO AND MATTHEO)
PART 8- BEST OF BOTH WORLDS- Once again, you and Lorenzo are studying for your exams, just your in a state of not giving a shit and cuddling with Theodore while Lorenzo suffers in his dorm. That's when Theo decides you'll BOTH relieve Lorenzo... (SMUT- THEO AND ENZO)
PART9- JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY- You get asked out to a party by none other than Draco's enemy, Harry Potter, and after discussion, you decide to secretly go, but you weren't as secretive as you thought you were. (SMUT- DRACO)
PART 10- WHO WOULD THINK OF SNAPE?!- When the group first started, the boys told you the safe word was Snape- because if your mind EVER went to Snape during sex that's clearly saying how bad it was. You've gone almost a year strong without using the safe word, but everyone reaches their limit.
PART 11- BIRTHDAYS SUCK ANYWAY- The group seemingly forgets your birthday
PART 12- SHARING IS CARING- Mattheo and Theodore are best friends, they share everything, and often, that means you and Daphne. (SMUT)
PART 13- PURITY (TABOO)- When the boys find out your a muggleborn, you begin to think it's over- what would they want to do with a dirty mudblood like you? But to them, the only difference is you just don't have enough pureblood cum in you, and lucky for you, your boys are all purebloods.
PART 14- OWNED- The boys tease Enzo for always being so desperate for you, so Y/N shows them that she could realistically ruin any of them by ruining the dominant of the group- Mattheo.
PART 15- MOVIE NIGHT! - You all have a movie night in the common room, but with Blaise and Theodore at either side of you, this won't be a normal night under the blankets.
PART 16- GAME NIGHT- It's the end of the week, all the stress from tests and homework and stupid essays leaving your bodies as you all spend time in the common room. Then Blaise suggests a game of UNO that turns the night around VERY fast. (special because it's an orgy. NO DAPHNE)
PART 17- SPECIAL CHAPTER- The girls and you must go an entire school day with vibrators attached to your pussies that the boys control.
PART 18- Brat taming with Draco and Blaise
PART 19- Theodore and you wonder who fucks Lorenzo the best? And when he can't choose, you both spend a whole week ruining him.
PART 20- How each of the slytherin boys do aftercare
PART 21- How Slytherins party, (or more how freaky the boys get with you and the girls by taking shots off you all)
PART 22- You get jealous seeing a girl flirt with Theodore all night long, and instead of thinking about sex (for the first time ever) you begin to wonder about your relationship with Theodore, especially once you both graduate (FLUFFF, some hurt/comfort)
PART 23- Christmas at Hogwarts but everyone chooses to go home- except Mattheo, given Potter killed his dad during the second war just a year ago, and you, since your parents don't give a shit about you. Wonder how that's gonna go (ANGSTT, hurt/comfort, realized reader and mattheo don't have a lot of normal scenes)
RAHHH PLS DOO HAIKYU🥺🥺🥺
(aoba johsai or inarazaki plss im begging 😭😭)
~ AUDIOS THAT REMINDS ME OF HAIKYUU CHARACTERS
pls don’t read this if you don’t like porn links know that the characters are up to age meaning they are either adults or teen ages 18-19
~ ATSUMU MIYA
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~ OSAMU MIYA
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~ RINTAROU SUNA
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~ TOORU OIKAWA
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~ IWAIZUMI HAJIME
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QUICKIES ! — HAIKYUU
⊹₊˚. he thinks the rush and risk of a quickie with you is the best feeling ever.
⟡ feat. timeskip! miya atsumu, bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō.
⟡ warnings: 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, creampies, oral sex [m&f], cum swallowing, wall sex, public sex & exhibitionism, degradation, fingering, squirting, sex against a window, not proofread !!
⟡ xoxo, juno: my heart goes out to the neglected haikyuu fans on my blog. this is for you <3
— MIYA ATSUMU.
“tsumu,” you pant, head falling back into the lockers behind you with a small thud that’s unheard over the sound of skin against skin.
you’re balancing on one jelly-like leg, back pressed into the lockers, the other leg hanging on his arm, toes curling. “oh, right there, tsumu, please,” a breathy whimper leaves your parted lips, and he angles his hips slightly, snapping his cock into you harder. each thrust punches the air out of your lungs, and atsumu knows he won’t be able to last much longer if you keep clenching like this, your pretty face scrunched with pleasure from him.
“fuck, babe— ughhh, yer so pretty like this..” he buries his face in your neck, the pace of his hips becoming unsteady and erratic as he gets closer and closer to coming undone inside you. in the not so far distance, you hear talking and laughing, but ignore it.
your pussy throbs, gummy walls sucking him deep, and he groans out your name, pressing you harder into the lockers. “mmmh, ‘m gonna cum, where d’ya—”
no thoughts, just iwaizumi fucking you against your desk—you’re lying on top of your mounds of homework for uni, some papers crumpling from the movement, your computer in sleep mode from lack of use. your shorts and underwear decorate your ankle on the floor while your other leg is propped up on the chair, giving him that perfect angle to hit that sweet little spot that has you seeing stars and creaming all on him.
his hands grip your hips in a deliciously bruising hold as he fucks the stress out of you, whispering in your ear how you’re his smart girl who just works too damn hard. his smart girl who loves to go absolutely dumb from his fucking cock.
and when his smart girl is stressed… of course he’s gonna make you feel better.
“hajime—” your voice more of a breathy whine than a moan, “—fuck fuck—s’good, soo—ohh good.”
“yeah?” iwaizumi grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head back to look at him. your eyes are glazed over in a beautiful, heady daze, reserved only for him. “am i fucking my princess dumb? can’t think about anything else?”
drool trickles down your chin as you babble out words you can barely articulate. “only you—fuck— oh my god… haji, ’m gonna—“
his hand comes down to your puffy little clit and rubs it just right for you to turn into a loud, whimpering mess. “c’mon—come for me, princess,” he groans, fucking you through it. he feels you clench around him, paired with a strangled, “‘m gonna make a mess! hajime!” before you finish—white clouding your vision. he groans as he nears his own finish, making sure you were finished with your own high before pulling out and jerking himself to come all over the swell of your ass.
and it’s been proven that every time he helps relieve your stress, you lock in and finish all your required assignments and get ahead on more. which, in turn, just means iwaizumi gets to tell you just how wonderful and smart his pretty girl is…
a/n: moving accounts ˋ°•*⁀➷ @oxytxn
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10.31, kinktober friday four – 4 big guys feat. seijoh 4
pairing: frat boys!iwaizumi, matsukawa, oikawa & hanamaki x freshaman fem!reader
cw: MDNI, nsfw, seniors vs. freshman, gangbang, fingering, edging, dirty talk, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, messy blowjob, cum on tits, big dick mattsun (again), size difference, p in v, unprotected, backshots, hair pulling, spanking, creampie, double penetration, anal, double creampie & more!
the chill in the autumn air bit at your bare legs as you made your way up the familiar steps of the seijoh frat house. the bass thrummed against the soles of your knee-high boots, a promise of the chaos and revelry within. tonight was halloween, and the seniors of seijoh were notorious for throwing the kind of parties that became legend before dawn. as a freshman whose reputation for turning heads preceded her, you'd received a personal, almost imperious, invitation from oikawa himself. not that you needed one, you were the kind of girl who was always on the guest list, even if it was just in the minds of the hosts.