#bartender!mattheo

[ur-local-wizard]

A Birthday Special

A birthday gift to myself!

intox, fluff, bartender!mattheo x fem!reader

w/c: 878

a/n: based the bsf off two of my irl ones. also threw in some stuff specific to me hehe

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The night started with a dress. Nothing fancy. Just something new. Something that made you feel beautiful. It hugged your curves in all the right places. Was the perfect color on you – the one everyone compliments you on when you wear it. 

Your best friend insisted on it. She said it was perfect, that, “you only turn 20 once!” Tugged you into a cab before you could argue, insisting that you wouldn’t spend this milestone in pajamas rewatching The Princess Bride, The Conjuring, or any other of your favorite titles that you threw at her. 

So, you relented.  

The destination she chose? The most expensive cocktail bar in the city. Of course. “Only the best for you!” she had exclaimed after giving the cab driver the address. “It’s on me.”

The place was nicer than you expected. The booths were clad in velvet, a marble countertop adorned the bar, half the menu consisted of expensive drinks you weren’t sure you were able to pronounce, and of course the most handsome man you’ve ever seen as the bartender. 

Gossip in this city was inescapable, so you’ve heard about him. The guy who flipped bottles behind his back without spilling a single drop. The one who didn’t just mix cocktails, but juggled the shakers. The bartender who apparently made you feel like the only person in the room when he flashed a smile at you. 

You didn’t expect the gossip to be accurate, and you certainly didn’t expect him to be watching you so intently as you took a seat on a leather barstool. 

“Birthday girl!” your best friend shouted in a sing-song voice as she slid onto the stool beside you. You let your purse drop to your lap as the bartender strolled toward you. According to the sleek nameplate clipped to his chest, his name was Mattheo Riddle. He sported an all black shirt, sleeves rolled up, rings glinting when he rested his hands on the counter, leaning closer to you. 

“What do we have here?” His voice was warm, welcoming. “Someone’s celebrating.”

Your friend slung her arm around your shoulder. “It’s her birthday! She deserves something special for surviving two whole decades of life.” Her words were accompanied by a giggle.  

Mattheo raised an eyebrow at that, his eyes locking with yours. “Quite the accomplishment indeed.”

Straightening up, he didn’t bother to ask what you wanted, able to tell just by looking at you. You’d be a vodka cranberry or mojito type of girl – sweet, maybe tart, definitely tangy. With this in mind, he got to work, making stuff up as he went.

Liquids shimmered in a fancy glass. A bit of citrus. A flame. Some herb he gently hit against the counter to make more fragrant. His movements were precise, efficient, like he’d done this a thousand times. 

After a bit, he set a colorful drink in front of you with a smirk. “Happy Birthday, beautiful.”

You took a sip. Then another. Your taste buds exploded, taking in the sweetness, berries, and something floral. It was smooth, sweet, every flavor coexisting peacefully with the others. You could barely taste the liquor. Dangerous. 

⫘⫘⫘

You weren’t not sure how much time had passed. Two hours, maybe three. Music hummed low, mixing with the surrounding laughter and clink of glasses. You’re somewhat buzzed, a pleasant warmth creeping through your bones, turning everything slightly fuzzy. 

Mattheo kept showing up, somehow knowing every time your drink ran low. Another refill, accompanied by a smirk and a compliment that made your stomach flip. Apparently he’s named the drink after you.

At some point, he stopped adding alcohol. You didn’t notice at first. After all, the drinks still tasted amazing. But you’d noticed less of a bite in the last two. They were softer, going down without a burn – all flavor, fizz, and Mattheo’s careful touch.

So, you leaned forward when he delivered your next refill. “Is this one a birthday special too?”

He chuckled. “Nah, this one’s called ‘Watered Down To Keep You From Falling Off That Stool.’”

You narrowed your eyes and pointed an accusatory finger at him. “You’re cutting me off.”

“Slowing you down,” he corrected, unfazed. “You’ve got the kind of giggle and silly smile people regret not remembering.” 

That earned a surprised stare from you. “Weirdly poetic for a bartender.”

He grinned. “You love it.” 

He wasn’t wrong.

⫘⫘⫘

Before you were about to leave, your best friend ran to the bathroom and returned carrying a smug look on her face. You didn’t realize what the cause of that expression was until you saw Mattheo tucking something into his pocket, a boyish grin on his face. A carefully folded white napkin, decorated with scrawled numbers. 

You whirled around as your friend ushered you out the door. “Did you just give him your number?” 

She cheekily grinned. “Yours.”

⫘⫘⫘

The next morning, you wake up with smudged makeup, and only a singular heel still on. Your phone buzzed beside you, and when you picked it up, you saw a text from an unknown number. 

Drink some water and take some advil. Hope your hangover isn’t too bad. -Mattheo

You smile lightly before replying, You always text customers the morning after?

His response is immediate. Only the pretty ones.

Hope you enjoyed!!! Had this idea for MONTHS so I'm so excited to get this out there eeeee!!

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[moscatosin]

🖤 alleyways. mattheo riddle🖤 stripper!reader x bartender!mattheo. went back to my roots for this one. p in v. fingering. flirting. mdni. pour yourself a martini to stay classy (2.5k).

Just like every other night that you’re here, the club is hot; pulsing with the heartbeat of a rabid beast as the music playing over the speaker system thrums chaotically, rhythms of both desperation and defiance. It vibrates through the walls, along beneath the sticky wooden floors, up through the heels you’re wearing you know are far too uncomfortable to keep you on your feet all night and into your bones like fire. The air surrounding you is thick with that kind of dry spilled liquor, faint sweat mixed with rot smell, unique to the place you used to spend hours a night trying to scrub off your skin. All this, it’s haloed and trapped by the dim flickering of deep scarlet neon lights that fade and buzz across the club like a thousand dying fireflies, or perhaps it’s more poetically akin to how your soul is feeling.

With a heavy sigh, you adjust the frayed straps of your costume that you really should have taken the time to resew yet are at the point where you just can’t be bothered. The thin whisp shrouds of black satin and shredded fishnet you’re in cling to your skin as less of a garment and more of a dare. Two weeks. Two weeks. Two weeks. That’s your latest mantra against everything you’re feeling right now. The heat, the sweat, the shameless scraps of dignity you have left. Two weeks until you’re out of this grime soaked purgatory; released from dancing to fund a life of crisp textbooks in order to obtain a college degree and catapulted into a world where your worth will no longer be measured by crumpled bills which are thrown at you on stage, or shoved into the strappy lace material of your thong.

Across the other side of the club, Mattheo reigns behind the bar as he once always did – a prince in a kingdom of sin and filth. He’s the manager now, you’ve watched him work his way up from busboy to big boss, but tonight, he’s slipped back into his old ways, pouring shots and mixing cocktails with a precision that’s almost hypnotic; his hands moving like they’re threading spells although you know where they’d rather be. The black button up shirt he wears hangs open, revealing scars that coil across his chest that make your mouth both dry and water. Each line an etching story of menace and survival.

When his gaze catches yours, there’s an undeniable spark in his eyes which sears against your skin. Warming you. Stripping you bare without a single word being said. Not that there’s much left to come off. For years, the two of you have dodged this little dance on the edge you’ve had with one another. It all began when you took up swinging around the pole to claw your way through the hefty amount of tuition you needed to pay. Unfortunately, your lack of trust fund wouldn’t help, so instead you turned to a not so savoury option where you could use your assets so to speak to help you get ahead. Two weeks left – a soiree style graduation – no financial burden – freedom. Or so you thought. Usually, things are cordial between the two of you; a sweet smile, a few exchanged words, a cheeky shot once you are off stage but tonight, the pull between you both for whatever reason is near magnetic. At least that’s how you feel it – you wonder if he does the same.

Onstage, you transform. You’re not that sweet little college girl anymore but an illusion and allure that people can’t ignore. The pole, well it’s more like an altar; your body swaying and slicing through the heavy hazy of slurred catcalls, whistles and grasping hands all desperate for a few minutes of your attention. The moves you make are as graceful as they are lethal; bending, twisting, contorting, upside down, right way up, high and low, offering up just enough to keep the pack of wolves who make up the crowd ravenous. Before your set is even due to finish, bills flutter into your waistband and across the stage, a papertrail of undeniable hunger you’re happy to extort but your mind, well it’s only on one guy. One man. One… manager turned bartender for the night. You try to push him name to the side and remember why you started this – for money, not love, not romance, not lust. You’re too good to be here. Surely. This job was nothing more than a ticket out of financial hell; but really, every dollar you’ve made since working here feels like a ghost compared to the heat of Mattheo’s stare.

Once your set is over; skin gleaming with another sheet of delicate sweat, you hop off stage, kicking off those heels and slip into trainers your ankles are fucking grateful for. Slinking an oversized hoodie over your shoulders to zip up and conceal this aberration of a costume you’re in, you make your way across the battlefield of the club floor towards the bar – patrons drinks spilling and pooling like blood, broken glass crunching underfoot.

Mattheo’s busy pouring another drink for some bleary-eyed fool who happens to look at you and smile thinking that he might have a slim chance, but the sound of the cup being slammed against the bar top suggests to this fool, otherwise. “Anything else?” The two words are enough to get this guy to leave you momentarily in peace. Claiming a seat up on a barstool; the cracked black vinyl biting into the back of your thighs, Mattheo slides your signature drink your way. A splash of vodka mixed with raspberry lemonade and a cherry on top shaded by a tiny yellow paper umbrella. The same thing you’ve had every night after your set that he made you once on a whim as an escapism. You take a sip, the alcohol burning against the back of your throat pleasantly before making a sound that isn’t quite a sigh of relief but not quite a sigh of tiring.

“Rough night?” You can almost taste the edges of his words that come out low, gruff. “Same sleaze, slightly new faces”, you reply with a shrug; the move allowing your hoodie to slip from your shoulders to tease the lace you’ve got hidden beneath. “You holding up alright? I haven’t seen you behind the bar in months.”

“Barely”, the corners of his lips curl into a smirk that’s sharp – that’s wicked; sinful. “You up there, moving like that… should be classed as a felony.”

“Careful, Riddle.” Leaning forward, you take another sip of your drink, this time through the straw he’s conveniently reached over to slip in and keep your gaze firmly on him. “You know the club rules. You helped create them; you enforce th-.”

“Fuck the rules”, he counters before you’ve even got a chance to finish your sentence. Folding his arms across the bar in front of him, Mattheo rests his chin on his wrists – he’s close enough that you can smell his cologne which is heaven sent compared to the vileness of the club and that smirk he was wearing before, turns from wicked to want. “You know exactly what you do to me. Even if we’ve never really spoken about it.”

That fine line you’ve both walked for weeks, months, years is so very close to delicately snapping. The space between you both crackling with an electric carnage. You should leave, thank him for the drink; smile politely, scamper off to hide in the dressing room and call a cab to take you back to your place before the end of his shift to keep this thing – whatever it is – clean between the two of you, but you don’t. at least not willingly. Taking a deep breath in, you nod, picking up the cherry from your drink to pop between your lips and suck on it in a way Mattheo could imagine you sucking on something else.

“Oh really? Well in that case – are you going to do anything about it or just keep pouring drinks and pining and my guess – pulling it when you’re home alone thinking about me..”

Grabbing your wrist, Mattheo tugs you half over the bar; your chest pressing into the sticky wood and rubber mat you weren’t expecting to feel. Your hoodie and bra begin to dampen as his breath, ragged and hot coats your face warm causing the thong you’re wearing to dampen aswell.

“Maybe I should take you right here; crowd or not.” “Oh really, Riddle? I’d like to see you try.”

He nods, tilting his head towards the exit at the back of the club; not a gesture, more of a command and within seconds you’re off the stool and on your feet, making your way through the clubs guts with your hand laced into his, the roar of the crowd welcoming another dancer up onto the stage spilling silently into the night.

The alley way he drags you out to looms like a cathedral around you of decaying brick walls slick with only god knows what, the air thick with a trickle of rain and ruin. If it weren’t for the security cameras in the managers office meaning you’d be filming your own porno, your first guess would have been that Mattheo would have taken you there but no – this… this grime, this filth, this refuse is perfect. His hands are on you, rough and urgent, pinning you to the cold brick just beside the door as his lips claim yours for a kiss that’s most than just fuelled by hunger.

“Y’killing me”, he manages to whimper across your jaw, lips lingering down to the crook of your neck as he unzips your hoodie, flinging it wide open as his hands find their way to your hips to bruise the skin as he yanks you off the wall up against him. “Every fucking night you’re here – I have to watch you, that body, that walk, that smirk… you know exactly what you fucking do. Killing me girl; killing me.”

Without prompt, you arch into him with a moan; head tilting back against the wall, nails carving lines down his shoulders and across his chest. Your hands drop down to his waist to fumble his belt free that you’ve envisioned doing one too many times before as that metallic clink rings deep into the night.

“So do something about it then..”

Mattheo doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t faulter. Takes your words as confirmation and consent that you’re happy for him to do as he pleases and rips your thong aside, tearing at the fishnet to find the heat you’ve got swelling up between your thighs. Your eyes roll back as a half breath escapes you, his fingers working against your clit and between your folds with a skill that’s close to being devastating. As his teeth sink into your skin, leaving an instant bruise that will plume a pretty branded shade of purple and disgrace you feel yourself further give in.

“You’re fucking soaked. Been thinking of this for a while now, haven’t you?” “Matthe-.” “Of me fucking you raw in this dump.” “I-…” “Stop talking, start screaming.”

Shoving his jeans down just low enough, Mattheo’s hands drop to your ass, lifting you with ease until your legs lock around his waist giving him the perfect excuse to drive into you with a single savage thrust that stretches you with a sweet ache and has you doing exactly as he wants. Screaming. His name, profanities, a single gasped breath which doubles as a plea for desire, for need. Each thrust his relentless, his rhythm merciless; hips clashing against your own like a penance for every fucking night you’ve taunted him up until now. You become little more than a symphony of gasps and cries as your nails claw down his back; the thrum of the club inside drinking in your sounds as he takes you like he’s etching a memory into your core.

“Two – weeks – “, you huff and gasp; clinging onto him as your world begins to tilt; his thrusts sending you over the edge. “…and – I’m gone.. y-y-you gonna miss me?”

He manages little more than the sound of a snarl as a hand of his fists into your hair, pulling your head back so that your eyes meet his, wild and unyielding.

“You really think you’re gonna escape all this?”, he pants with a chuckle as his cock continues to fill you. “That this world is going to let you go so easily? I’m going to find you. Fuck you on that pristine little corporate desk you’re always talking about like a daydream and make you scream my name into your new little world.”

A giggle escapes you, not for long though; cut short as you’re slammed up back against the wall, leg hitched a little higher to allow his cock to hit in deeper, needier. Your spine shivers; not from the cold but from how good you feel, before your drop your head and bite into the fabric of his shirt to try and stifle a part of your next scream. Your last scream. Mattheo follows, thrusting deep, a guttural curse pulled from deep within his chest as he spills into you, marking you his own in this filthy sanctum. You’re further sweat drenched than you were before; shaking. Your breathing begins to match his, falling into sync as the last few minutes turn into a firm reality. Heart racing; Mattheo’s hands stay firm on your hips, anchoring you into time like you might dissolve if he lets go. Not that he wants to. Not yet anyway.

“Really?”, you whimper quietly; tongue poking out to swipe across your bottom lip before you bite it and smile, sweet rather than suggestive. “You’d fuck me on my ‘pristine little corporate desk’?”

He shrugs playfully with a smile so beautiful that could make the devil himself cry. “I mean… you could always come back to the alley.”

“How about something sanitary – like a bedroom?”, you ask. “A little cliché.” “You could stay the night, if you wanted to.” “At yours? Sure.”

Your lips meet his for a peck that’s absolutely innocent. For a single moment, that love, romance, lust nonsense you convinced yourself wouldn’t exist at the club does and you nod in response; words failing to convey what’s going on inside your head as your feet find the ground again. Zipping up your hoodie and watching Mattheo zip up his jeans with a smirk, you both step back into the clubs mire; feeling that this stage is well, maybe not so much fleeting as you’d imagined. Two weeks. Two weeks. Two weeks. Your mantra plays over and over inside your head.

Two weeks and you’d be gone. Two weeks and you’d have a fresh start, a new life, a different perspective on things. Two weeks and this place will hopefully be nothing more than a memory – but Mattheo, fuck, he’s a fever that you can’t sweat out and a thought that you won’t shake. A hunger than you’ll always seek and perhaps now fortunately enough, a piece of his hell that you’ll carry on past just tonight.

unedited - but i just needed to bite the bullet and post before my brain got in the way. if there are any issues, let me know. for @i-await sorry i kept you waiting this long; and a thanks to @riddlemelater and @belovedenzo for help with some dialogue selection xoxo

[nottswitch]

OMG!! I love that you love the bartender!reader idea! I was thinking about how playful Mattheo could be and basically annoy the reader as there workng (idk how strip clubs work lol)

i loved it so much !! cuz for him and reader, i wanted to have kind of a ‘roommates with benefits’ dynamic, and i think it would be perfect with bartender!reader. you work at the same (strip) club, but you have slightly different schedules, e.g. both of you work for two days, the next day you or mattheo has a day off, etc. i think you first met at the club when mattheo came to apply for the job, and you’ve already been working there for like a year, so you kind of showed him around, helped him fit into the work environment, stuff like that. and coincidentally, both of you were also looking for roommates at the time, so it was simply meant to be.

cue a bunch of typical roommate/colleague nonsense, a whole lot of teasing and banter from both sides (male stripper!mattheo is the biggest tease on planet earth, i mean, it’s literally his job), and of course, the ‘benefits’ part <333

[xoxoluvnicole]

Little Angel

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader (First person POV)

You and Theo both end up at a Slytherin Halloween party, he is drawn in by your costume.

!SMUT! 18+ ONLY

CW: Alcohol, weed, pet names, choking, getting tied up

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"You look absolutely adorable!" My best friend squeals, looking at me over my shoulder in the mirror hung on the wall in my dorm room.

I smooth down the white mini skirt that adorns the top of my thighs. I decided to dress as an angel, it was an extremely basic costume but I knew it would draw the attention I wanted from boys. It was an all white outfit, a see-through corset was squeezing my organs in ways that made me vaguely worried for my health. My makeup was done all nice, with white accents on the inner corners of my eyes and small jewels dotted randomly on my face. Lastly, the piece that tied it all together was the white angel halo that sat on top of my head thanks to the headband.

We rushed out of my dorm, running through the dark halls of Hogwarts as quietly but as quickly as we could. Walking down the stairs into the dungeon, I could hear the music blasting from yards away. The green LED lights shined beneath the door that led into the Slytherin common room. A scrawny Slytherin first year had the poor job of standing at the door.

I waltzed right by him, catching him staring at the top of my legs. The room had all the furniture pushed against the walls, a makeshift bar was set up next to the door, and there was a lingering smell of different intoxicating substances. I held my best friends hand as we snuck our way through the crowd standing at the door.

I could see all sorts of unique costumes standing around the room. A group of Ravenclaws were dressed as the Scooby Doo mystery gang. I could see a few playboy bunnies followed by their Hugh Hefner boyfriends. Lots of popular tv show characters, a few Ghostface masks and Michael Myers stood in different corners of the room.

I could feel my friend tug at my arm, dragging me over to the bar. Pansy Parkinson was dressed as a sexy pirate, being the main bartender for the party. When she saw me, she smiled.

"Finally decided to join the party?" She yelled over the music.

I smiled at her, looking over my shoulder to scan the party. "Just give me something fruity!"

She quickly mixed something up for me, it was a bright pink color and it tasted similar to a cherry pie. It was dangerous, I knew I'd be drunk within the hour if I drank this as fast as I wanted to. I leaned over the bar, my ass sticking out behind me.

"Don't look behind you.." Pansy warned, looking past me while she continued to mix up a drink. "Nott's been staring at you for the past few minutes.."

I smiled at the name. Theodore Nott. He was a Slytherin seventh year, hot as ever and he had a cunning attitude attached to him. We've talked a bit, being smoking buddies every so often when he came up to the Astronomy tower with his boys while Pansy and I sat up there. Not strangers, but definitely not as close as I wished we could be.

I stood up straight, peering just every so slightly over my shoulder. He was wearing a black suit with a red button up shirt and tie. His face was covered with black and white face paint, depicting a skeleton. A simple costume, but it made me want to drool and trip over myself.

The cold drink in my hand was giving me a bit of confidence, as I took another sip. I whispered a quick goodbye to my friend and turned around on my heels. Theo was stationed next to the fireplace with Mattheo and Lorenzo at his sides. I slowly sauntered through the crowd, saying my hellos to the friends I bumped into along the way.

Theo acted like he didn't see me coming, looking away to the other corner of the room.

"Skeleton? Pretty basic, don't you think, Nott?" I giggled, bringing the drink up to my lips for another sip as I stepped in front of him.

He chuckled, finally meeting my eyes but not before he examined my costume. "Angel?" He took a minute to pause, "Unique.."

I smiled at him. I moved my hand holding the drink between us, silently offering him a sip. He held his hand up, denying it before he brought up his other hand which revealed the blunt he was holding.

"Classic.." I giggled at him.

I opened my mouth to speak again, possibly flirt with him a bit more before some Rihanna song came over the speakers. I gasped, looking up at the strobing lights on the ceiling. My hips began to sway as I took another drink, before setting it down on the mantle of the fireplace.

"Dance with me!" I yelled over the music to Theo, grabbing his upper arm and dragging him behind me.

The area that was the designated dance floor was crowded with people from every house. I managed to snake my way to the middle, stopping and turning to face Theo. The song continued on, as I grabbed Theo's hands to swing them back and forth. He smiles a small smile at me, eyes drawn to my body.

The song continues on and Theo's hands find my waist, turning me in his arms so my back is against his chest. My hips move side to side, his following mine. We stayed on the dance floor for the next few songs. Between me grinding on him or wrapping my arms around his shoulders to sing along with the song.

"Wanna go smoke somewhere?" He leaned down to whisper in my ear, hands still glued to my waist.

I nodded. He grabbed my hand within his, guiding me through the crowd and up a staircase into the boys dorm wing.

"Where are we going?" I giggled, whispering behind him.

"My dorm.. I've got better weed in there." He looked back at me, smirking.

He opened the door, leading me into a plainly decorated room. The only character that stood out was the weed accessories placed all over the room and the big tapestry that hung over his bed with a marijuana plant plastered in the middle of it. It was messy, but not disgusting. It smelled like cologne and old spice.

Theo let go of my hand after he shut the door behind us, walking over to the window to prop it open. He picked up a marbled green and black glass bong, walking over to the sink to fill it with water.

"You know how to pack weed?" He asked.

I shook my head, shyly sitting down on the edge of his bed. He nodded, walking back over to his bed to stand in front of me. He took the weed and began packing it in. He got it all ready, grabbed his lighter and lit the bong. He took a long hit, pulling back and opening his mouth to take a gasp in. Theo held it in for a few seconds, then leaning out the window to blow the smoke into the atmosphere.

"Here, your turn.." He walked back over to me, handing me the bong.

I held it in my hands, putting it up to my mouth as Theo held the lighter against the weed to light it for me. He pulled the plug out after a few seconds to let me take in all the smoke. I tilted my head towards the window and blew out, coughing.

Between coughs I managed to speak out, "Haven't.. done this.. in a while.." I giggled.

Theo smiled at me, taking another quick hit before setting the bong down on his nightstand. He sat down next to me on the bed, leaning back so his back hit the wall. I sighed, glancing around his room.

"Come on, lay back.. Take a load off." Theo suggested, pulling at my arm.

I leaned backwards, laying down next to him. My brain quickly got foggy from the previous alcohol and now the weed. I sighed, looking up at the ceiling as I felt Theo's gaze focus on me. I looked to my side, smiling at him.

"What are you thinking?" Theo asked quietly.

I hummed for a moment before giving my answer, "I dont know, honestly.." I giggled, "Nothing, I guess."

Theo chuckled, looking up at the ceiling. I sat up, shaking myself out of the wings that were on my back. I moved my legs to lay down at the head of the bed. Theo followed suit.

"How long have we known each other now..? Like six years or something like that." Theo asked, his words a bit slurred from the intoxicating smoke he inhaled a few minutes earlier.

"Something like that.." I agree, huffing. My heart was beginning to beat faster and it felt like I had a lack of lungs in my air.

I placed a hand on my heart, making sure my body was still functioning correctly. Theo eyed me, then placed his hand over mine.

His hand over mine was warm, like a spark of fire just lit between our connection. "You okay?" He asked.

I nodded, giving a small 'mhm'. My eyes fluttered closed as I lay there with the hottest guy in all of Hogwarts who had his hand on my chest. Maybe I was just high and hallucinating. Yeah, that's probably it.

I continued on with thinking I was hallucinating until I felt his hand slowly move from on top of mine to on top of my breast. It was a lingering touch, he held his hand for a few seconds before his fingers started to pry back the corset top I was wearing, easing his hand under and on to my boob.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, Theo looked at me with genuine care in his eyes. "Is um.. this okay?"

I nodded, vigorously.

"Use your words.." He coo'd.

"Yes.. Yes, this is good.." I stumbled over my words, watching and feeling his hand slip lower and lower into my top.

I felt his pinky finger brush over my nipple, the sudden sensation caused a chill to vibrate through my body. His thumb and index finger pinched and swirled my nipple between them. I bit my bottom lip, my eyes wandering from the ceiling to his face. He had a stupid smirk on it, watching my body squirm due to his simple touch.

"How easy is this corset to take off?" He questioned, pulling his hand out from under it and nudging me to sit up so he could take a look.

"Not hard, just um-" I paused to think, my intoxicated brain was not working the way it should. "Untie the tie and then pull the strings apart." I guided him.

He did as I told him, and before I knew it my corset was being thrown on the floor and I was left sitting topless on his bed. Theo's eyes wandered up and down my body, and I suddenly could feel every insecurity I've ever had seeping into my brain. I went to wrap my arms around myself but before I could Theo grabbed my wrist, pulling it back to my side.

"Why do you want to cover up such a beautiful body?" He spoke softly.

I shrugged, not having an answer for him. Soon, Theo was leaning forward towards me. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, shocking me in the process.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yes! I'm very good.. Just- high," I giggled, "But this is nice! Keep going.. Please"

Theo smirked an evil smirk at the words that just came out of my mouth, "Good girl, using her manners."

I went to smile but before I could his lips crashed against mine, his one hand moving around my neck to settle on the dip beneath my head. He pushed our faces impossibly closer together. I was blushing, hard, my face was red hot and I felt as if any second I would start to sweat.

Theo's other hand found it's way down to my chest, kneading both boobs in one of his hands. His tongue jammed into my mouth, searching for something that was no where to be found. We stayed like that for a minute, tongues bumping into each other and saliva swapping between us. He pinched my nipples which caused me to pull back and yelp. That just made Theo smile wider.

He used the opportunity of me pulling back from him to kiss down my neck, onto my collarbone and my chest, finally ending up at my boobs. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. I tried to stifle my moan by biting my tongue.

He backed away from my nipple with a pop, "So pretty.. Can't believe we've never done this before."

My brain short circuited for a moment, "You've thought about this before?"

He laughed quickly, before going back to kneading my boobs with both hands. "How could I not, cara mia? You've sat in front of me in Muggle Studies for the past two years. I see your beautiful body every time you go to stand up or sit down.."

His words made me blush. I giggled at him and his confession. "You're cute, Nott."

He smiled at me for just a second before his eyes turned lust filled. He trailed his one hand from my chest down to beneath my short skirt, coming in contact with the white thong I wore. His fingers circled over the underwear as he looked up at me. Ever so slowly, he moved them over to the side and his fingers were now touching parts of me I only dreamed of him touching.

His index and middle finger made small, quick circles around the bundle of nerves. I laid back on his pillows, watching as he so carefully took control over me.

He looked up at me through his eyelashes, his mouth opening slightly and his eyes widened. Before I could ask if he was okay, I felt those same two fingers jam into me. My body shivered and a moan fell out from my lips.

He licked his lips, eyes flicking between his fingers pumping in and out of me and my face. "So.." He paused his movements, "tight." He jammed them back in, going deeper than I ever thought was possible. My back arched off the bed at his sudden movements. I was at his disposal and he knew it.

"So good, cara mia. So good.." He whispered, leaning his face down closer to my core as he stuck his tongue out and licked it.

I gasped, my hands flying to the edges of the bed to steady myself. He continued to lick up and down, occasionally sucking on the bud. It felt heavenly, this obviously was not the first time he had done this.

"Theo.. fuck me.." I managed to squeak out between moans. This made him smile at me.

"Your wish is my command, darling." He smirked, unbuttoning his suit pants.

I leaned up to help him, unbuttoning his top and loosening the tie as he worked to take his trousers off. Soon, his clothes were discarded on the floor. Except for his tie, he held onto his tie. I looked questioningly at it, my eyebrow raised.

"Put your hands together, behind your back." He demanded.

I did as I was told, and he used the red tie to bind my hands together behind me. He pushed me backwards, my shoulders hitting the soft mattress.

"Are you sure about this?" He leaned down closer to my face, planting soft kisses on my neck.

"Yes, please. Please, Theo." I begged, squirming beneath him.

The lust in his eyes grew as he pulled my panties and skirt down my legs. He shimmied his boxers off, exposing his impressive shaft. He had a reputation at school of having BDE (big dick energy) and I could now confirm that the rumors were true. Very true.

He wrapped his hand around it, pumping it a few times. He was rock hard, just from touching me. It was a bit of an ego boost, I wont lie.

He lined himself up with my core, pushing in painfully slow. I bit my lip, trying to quiet my moans but it was no use. I moaned loudly, causing his face to snap up at me.

"Quiet, cara mia." He warned, wrapping the hand that wasn't gripping my waist around my neck.

It was a light touch, until it wasn't. Theo began pushing himself in and out of me, faster until he was at a brutal pace. His hand around my neck tightened, my brain becoming more foggy than it already was. He continued on, using my core however he wanted to. My hands longed to touch him, but the tie around my wrists made it impossible.

"Flip over.." He said after pulling out, watching as I struggled to move from my back to my stomach.

He pulled my ass into the air, forcing me to arch my back into the bed. He pushed back in, hitting deeper than he was before. He pulled my hair into a ponytail, tugging on it so I was forced to press my back to his chest.

"Pretty angel.." He cooed in my ear, "Getting absolutely destroyed." He smirked.

I looked over my shoulder at him, the skeleton face paint still intact. It made him even hotter than he already was, if that was possible. His tongue was stuck out just slightly, curling around his bottom lip in concentration. His hips continued to buck up into me.

"Im close, Theo.." I whined.

"Good girl, go on. Finish all over me." He whispered, continuing his unrelenting pace.

I came undone on his shaft. My body was shaking and my breathing was staggered as I fell forward onto the pillows.

He moaned out random words of praise, before I heard him say "I'm gonna come too."

He groaned, erratically slamming his hips into mine. He pulled out at the last second, his hand wrapping around to stroke himself to finishing. His thick cum was all up my ass and back. We both moaned out a sigh of relief.

Theo stayed behind me for a second, before he patted his hand on my ass and got off the bed. He returned a few seconds later with a towel he used to wipe me down, being gentle like I truly was an angel in his arms.

"How was that?" He asked, smirking.

"Great.. Amazing.." I said, my chest still heaving for air.

He scooted me over to the inside of the bed, laying down next to me. He pulled me into his arms, leaving the softest kisses on the top of my head.

"Oh, cara mia. You did so well.." He praised me, running a hand through my hair and untying my wrists

We sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the moment. I traced shapes on his chest with my now free hand. I could hear the music from the party playing in the distance. I heard commotion from all sorts of people, drunk and high.

"Do you wanna go back to the party?" Theo asked after a while, moving my chin up to plant a kiss on my lips.

"No.. I don't think I can walk." I giggle.

He smiled down at me, laying back into the mattress.

[amongemeraldclouds]

blowing off steam

Bar meet cute with Mattheo Riddle.

Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader

A/n: Celebrating @acourtofchaos festival of aus! Here's my official entry for week one: modern au.

Content: slightly suggestive but no smut.

✿ Masterlist | 799 words

Mattheo Riddle always minded his own damn business. So why did his gaze keep returning to you? To call you gorgeous would have been a waste of syllables. No, there was something enchanting about you that went far beyond what any word could describe.

Not that he was ever good with words anyway. He'd be much better at showing you. Hands pinned on your sides, your back pressed against a wall, while his kisses told you everything he thought about you. And - no, he shook his head. He had no business having his blood rush to his jeans in public.

He cleared his throat and picked up his rum and coke, the cool condensation running down his fingers, as he turned his eyes away from you. It was a test of wills he was already sure he'd fail. He was not one for acing tests. He had dropped out of university for fuck's sake, he scoffed before he brought the drink to his lips, letting the bittersweet taste wash away his spicy desires. He was supposed to be blowing off steam here at the bar, it was not a night for sharing his bed.

But Mattheo Riddle was nothing more than an opportunist. Giving up false pretenses, he looked at you again, the gears in his head spinning. And what do you know? Someone else had sidled up beside you, offering a drink, which you outright refused with a shake of your head, a look of discomfort overcoming your features.

He couldn't help but smirk when the other bloke couldn't take the hint, his stubborn arse still sat firmly on the seat beside you. Now there was the perfect opportunity to blow off steam. He downed his drink with one final gulp and strode over to you, fist clenching in anticipation as he prepared to be your knight in shining armour.

Yet he was only halfway through when he saw your fist fly, punching the guy on the nose. Curious patrons looked toward the scene. For a moment, conversation hushed while upbeat music continued thumping through the speaker. His head flew back with the impact and he covered his nose on instinct, wincing when he touched it, his hand soaking wet with blood. With a final look of pain and embarrassment, he stormed off and left the bar. A sadistic grin lit up Mattheo's features.

Everyone had gone back to their drinks and partying by the time he reached you.

"Want to be the next one?" You asked him playfully, flexing your fist in warning.

He laughed in surprise, you were a lot more delightful than he thought. "I can take a rejection," he replied, clutching his chest dramatically as if he had been shot. "I'm a lot cuter than that guy though," he said, pointing in the direction he had exited from.

"Can't be rejected if you don't ask," you shrugged your shoulders and picked up your drink, a rum and coke, just like his, nd sipped it.

"Okay, what's 278 x 45?"

"Smart ass," you exclaimed, shaking your head, intrigued by this stranger.

He motions to the waiter, "another rum and coke," he orders and waits.

"Not going to buy me a drink, aren't you?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope," he smiled mischieviously. "Just drinking here, it's a pretty comfy seat," he said patting down the hard wooden chair. "Besides, I think we've established. I'm not going to end up like that guy."

"So it won't matter to you if I sat over there instead?" You motioned to the other end of the bar where a few seats were vacant.

"You know, I heard the chair over there is quite comfortable too. I might just try it for myself," he replied.

Just then, the bartender handed him his order and you took this opportunity to study him. He has curly hair that fell in waves near his eyes, just messy enough to be sexy without being unkempt. His sharp jaw gave him a serious look while his eyes looked bright and alert.

He wore a black leather jacket over a white shirt and jeans, that looked casual yet stylish, and he sat with the relaxed confidence of a man who belonged everywhere he went.

You cleared your throat, trying to focus back on the conversation. "And how would you know that chair was also comfortable?" You looked back at the corner you had pointed to earlier.

"Because it would be the chair right beside you," he stated.

You shook your head, smiling. "I'm Y/n."

"Mattheo Riddle," he said, matching your smile.

With the way things were going, he sure hoped you remembered it, for it would be the exact name you'd be screaming later tonight. After all, there are many ways to blow off steam.

[dearggntlereader]

Picture does not represent the reader's looks!!!

Warnings: mention of alcohol

jealousy . :☆｡ﾟ. ───

Mattheo doesn’t know why he cares. Why the little prickly feeling in his stomach keeps getting harder to ignore as he stares at you. You’re leaning against the bar, waiting for drinks for the group and the bloke next to you is standing a little too close.

Mattheo feels the urgent need to direct your attention away from the bloke with fucked up hair, way too much gel, and to him instead. To him and his friends, of course. Because you’re all going out and you should be with them instead of laughing at gel-head’s jokes.

And that would be a perfectly good excuse if it wasn’t for the fact that no one around him seemed bothered, you were getting drinks for them after all.

You’d probably stop talking to him once the drinks arrived anyway.

He shifts his eyes to Blaise telling Theo about his current Situationship.

“She’s just so bad at communicating, you know.” he complains with a casual whisk of his hand.

Mattheo snorts, “You don’t exactly have the clearest communication either. How many girls have you ghosted, again?”

“Well, they should learn to take a hint.”

“Exactly,” Theo agreed with a drunken laugh.

“If this conversation doesn’t show the sheer amount of boyfriend material in this group, I don’t know what does.” Pansy cuts in with a sarcastic remark.

A slight pain forms in his chest as Theo and Blaise complain about Pansy’s arrogance. She’s not much better, after all. He looks back to you, now paying the bartender. You never liked to keep a tab.

Mattheo stands up, mumbling something about helping you carry your drinks and starts his way through the crowd. His eyes are locked on you while your eyes keep flitting from gel-head’s face to your drinks.

The crowd luckily recognizes him and makes way for him, ensuring that he doesn’t bump into anyone. Even the sloppy drunk girls get pulled a bit closer by their friends to make space.

He gets to you fast and the sound of your laugh pushes away the pain in his chest and instead gives space for that soft, mushy feeling to hug him tight. 

You’re looking at the drinks in front of you. Mike, the guy that’s been chatting to you, is going to have to help you. Just as you're about to ask him, you feel a familiar arm around your shoulder.

Mike’s a nice guy, amazing Friend material and you share some classes. Still, having Mattheo, a guy you know for certain is safe, feels a lot better. Not that Mike’s had any chance to slip anything in any drink but you never know.

“Need help there, Cariño?” Mattheo asks, whispering into your ear. You subconsciously lean into his arm and let a lazy smile take over your face. 

Mike frowns but quickly recovers. “All good, I think we’ve got it.” He grabs most of the drinks leaving only two for you.

Mattheo leans over you, pressing you close, to grab the two last drinks and smiles at you, “Let’s get back then.” His smile is a bit tense but he leaves a soft kiss on your forehead, signaling you to start walking. 

You let the giggle fall freely from your mouth as you make your way back towards the couches. Mattheo right behind you and Mike behind him.

Is it wrong to hate a guy Mattho hasn’t shared more than two sentences with? Probably.

Mattheo doesn’t think he cares as he watches you sitting next to Max or whatever his Name is. You’re laughing and talking about your shared interest in Art. 

Does he know Mattheo has drawn you more times than he could count? It might not be the time to bring that up.

Maybe he should bring up hair-care. Max sure could you use some pointers.

Mattheo feels protective of you in a way he’s never known. He’s felt protective of you when a guy’s made you uncomfortable but not like this.

Maybe it's not protectiveness. Whatever it is, it’s eating him alive, swallowing him whole.

He can’t tear his eyes off you and his Friends have long stopped trying to involve him in conversation, aware that he won’t engage.

The way your hair is falling into your face and you're letting Milo lay his Hand on your waist.

You catch his eye and for a short, lovely second, the ugliness of whatever’s eating him goes away. You cock your eyebrow, teasing. 

You’re teasing him.

You’re letting a guy feel you up and make you laugh and hold you close and you’re teasing him.

Mattheo smirks.

Then, your eyes return to the guy and Mattheo chuckles.

He doesn’t know what he’s feeling or what you’re doing but the fact that you looked at him with that look in your eye, that look only he gets, is enough for him.

I really liked this idea but it took me a while to write for some reason. @dustie-faerie

[bloodstainedsapphic]

bartender mattheo riddle

i'm a slut for AUs and this one quickly shot up to being one of my favorites for mattheo.

for @thatdammchickennugget's hogmarch challenge, the prompt i went off of was 'firewhiskey/butterbeer'

3.7k words | nsfw | minors dni | f!reader implied | drink responsibly | wrap it

As you tread the once-familiar cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade, the rhythmic click of your shoes provides a temporary distraction from the storm swelling inside your thoughts. For such a lively village, the action around you feels distant, too far in the past to offer any respite similar to the steady cadence beneath your feet. 

To outside viewers, you appear as any young person donning a modest party dress and looking for a casual spot to unwind for the evening. They wouldn't know this was your first visit to Hogsmeade in over five years since you finished your schooling at Hogwarts. You had left the highlands, your small hamlet, for bigger, better things—or so you had thought. 

Reality didn't guarantee such promises you had dreamed of in those few years. Currently barely making ends meet and running on a general sense of uncertainty, you decided it was as good a time as any to revisit your hometown and the magical communities surrounding it, including this cheerful wizarding town you had frequented throughout your adolescence. 

You first tried your luck with the Three Broomsticks, but the bustling atmosphere proved too overwhelming for the discreet return you aimed for. With the decision between the rundown Hog's Head inn and a newer, more upscale establishment called 'Celestial Sips,' you opted to see what this new 'fancy-schmancy' spot was all about. 

You stealthily step through the polished entry doors to scan the venue, which is dimly lit beside faint golden lights. It is adorned with oddly shaped furniture more suited for artistic expression rather than usability. It appears far more modernized than the traditional charm most common with Hogsmeade’s businesses, young wizarding folk undoubtedly curated it with heavy inspiration coming from muggle cocktail lounges. 

The existence of the bar itself in a place such as Hogsmeade wasn't the most earth-shattering part of this night out. It was when your eyes met with the lead bartender, and a flood of memories filled your senses as you realized it was none other than Mattheo Riddle.

His dark curls were unruly as ever but fell in such a way that made him irresistible. His piercing dark gaze caught yours, sparking with recognition. The scar across the bridge of his nose was just as prominent as it was six years ago, as vivid as the day you had dragged him to the hospital wing to get his split nose mended after a particularly grueling fistfight. 

That memory also reminds you just how close you and him once were. While you had never officially dated, you did everything a couple would and then some. You shared countless fun late nights, as well as having been there for each other during the more trying ones. And although sexual intimacy didn't come until after graduation, the passion of those post-school days also remains etched in your memory. It was your decision to pursue "bigger things" that had cut that short, leaving you with a lingering sense of what might have been.

Despite the distance between you as you reeled from the shock of encountering him here, you couldn't help but notice the changes in Mattheo over the past five years. Mattheo exuded a confidence far from the troubled boy you once knew at school. He had grown taller, broader, and even more handsome than before. He was also now littered with tattoos that only added to his allure, tempting you to bridge the distance separating you further. 

Your knee-jerk reaction would have been to flee the scene, but since you had already met eyes and he was actively beckoning you forward to the bar as you battled with your thoughts, you had no choice but to participate in the unexpected reunion. 

You sat at a bar stool, and Mattheo quickly welcomed you with a warm but distinctively husky tone. It was clear that Mattheo was struggling to mask his excitement over seeing you as he tried to maintain some professionalism while behind the bar. 

"The greatest stroke of luck I've encountered since taking the job at this fancy joint," Mattheo started with genuine delight, "I can't believe it's you. You look fantastic," his quick work of sweet-talking you did the trick as your cheeks flushed, though still totally sober. Mattheo was also swift in amending that, sliding a vodka cranberry before you with a nod, "On the house. Let me know if you want something more 'refined' for the setting; I just went with an old favorite." 

You let out a soft giggle, drawing the straw to your lips to sip the drink. The sweetness of the juice masks the burn, perfectly balanced to not overwhelm from either end. 

With Mattheo's excellent job of putting you at ease, you finally replied. "Indeed, you always teased me for not being a whiskey drinker. Old habits die hard," you quipped, taking another sip before continuing. "But, look at you! A bartender? Mattheo, I must say, I'm thrilled to see you here and not, well.." your words lingered away at the implication, realizing it might not sound as encouraging as intended. There were all sorts of rumors of him headed to a life of dark wizardry, so seeing him here was a relief. But he didn't have to hear about any of that, not now. Quickly shifting your approach, you perked up to suggest, "And at this luxurious place? While I appreciate the old favorite, I would love to see what magic you could conjure up in a cocktail glass."  

Mattheo laughed and shook his head momentarily before piping up again. "Seems your confidence has skyrocketed. I'm glad to see that, princess," he teased with a cheeky smirk, earning an eye roll from you that only amused him further. You again feel a little heated at the nickname, opting not to question it. You could see that the mischievous glint in his eyes was alive and well as he began meticulously combining various expensive-looking drinks and mixers just for you. Simultaneously, Mattheo tended to other existing patrons, expertly traversing the sprawling bar to ensure everyone's needs were met and drinks stayed filled. 

Observing how Mattheo carried himself with such assuredness only heightened your attraction. Each movement he made to speak with patrons and craft drinks allowed you to appreciate his muscled physique. You were no better than a groupie ogling his toned, tattooed arms, his hands still bearing faint scars from his past. The sight of his veins flexing with every motion ignited a fire in your stomach that you hoped wouldn't consume you entirely.

His broad shoulders and slim waist were accentuated by his dark button-up dress shirt. That caught your attention, as did when your gaze moved downward and drifted over his perfectly sculpted behind. You were abruptly snapped from your desirous stupor when the object of your admiration set a much fancier cocktail before you. 

"Like what you see?" Mattheo asked with a smug, teasing tone, causing you to want to disappear into the ground beneath your stool. You must have been less-than-subtle about checking him out, but he didn't seem to mind as he continued without further ribbing. "Try that. It's the Mattheo special," he said, watching you intently to see how you reacted to the first sip.

You smirked at the oh-so-creative name and then inspected the drink itself. It was rather extravagant, a lavender purple hue with swirls of gold shimmering with every swish of the glass. 

Without hesitation, you lifted the glass and took a small sip. A delightful combination of blueberry and lemon overtook your tastebuds, almost completely shielding the strength of the alcohol in the drink. Hell, you were prepared to question if it was mixed at all had you not watched him pour at least a shot's worth of vodka into it.

You gave him a smile of approval, to which Mattheo grinned widely, clearly pleased to see you liked it. With the other patrons momentarily tended to, Mattheo rested his elbows on the counter, surprising you with his sudden proximity as he leaned forward, suggesting he had something enticing to say. 

"I hope this isn't too forward, but I'd really like to catch up," Mattheo spoke in a hushed tone. It sounded innocent enough, but the question, paired with his gaze lingering on your figure, told you he meant anything but. "Would you consider sticking around till close?"

Yes, yes, yes! Your internal monologue screamed. On the outside, you locked eyes with him and smirked, your expression conveying you understood his intentions well. "I don't have anywhere else I want to go; I can stick around." 

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You were cautious with your drinking to avoid getting too intoxicated for your later plans with Mattheo. As the closing time for Celestial Sips approached, you remained near the counter, bantering with other patrons. Mattheo delegated cleaning duties to other employees while he called for final rounds and closed tabs. Each time your eyes met, a shared twinge of excitement passed between you.

After another hour or so, Mattheo finally shut down the lit 'open' sign, leaving you two together alone. While this is what you wanted, your nerves welled up upon the realization that it was just the two of you here. A hint of insecurity came over you. He had grown to be such an attractive, confident man, and you could only hope he found you equally appealing. That line of thought was interrupted when Mattheo began approaching you. His expression, filled with hunger, was directed at you. His captivating eyes combined with the deep-brown locks drooping over his forehead implored you to swoon from where you sat.

"Merlin, princess, you have no idea how much I've missed you," Mattheo murmured, his voice brimming with seduction as he closed the distance, his hands finding their place on the curve of your waist. “Please let me know if you want me to slow down at any time." His words echoed in your ears, bringing you comfort even though you felt wholly prepared to surrender to all of his desires. 

Mattheo advanced until your back pressed against the front of the counter. His lips found the crook of your neck, peppering your skin with a trail of wet kisses in their wake. A moan escaped your lips as his actions ignited your longing for more; everything you had wished his hands on you would feel like coming true. However, the heat was cut short far too soon when Mattheo suddenly took a pause from all of the heavy petting.

"You seem tense," Mattheo remarked with a hint of concern. You promptly reassured him with affectionate pecks to his cheek before admitting, "I just hope I'm good for you." His eyes briefly darkened as if displeased by your hesitancy. Suddenly, both of his hands moved to cup your cheeks, and he gazed deeply into your eyes.

"You are the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on. I meant every word when I said I fantasized about a moment like this with you for years," he confessed. The sincerity in his voice compelled you to trust him, leaving you with no doubt about whether he wanted this. 

Seeing you take his words to heart, Mattheo's expression then lit up, clearly having a lightbulb moment. "If you're ready, this place is chock full of drinks to help us both loosen up a bit," As soon as he mentioned it, you felt almost silly having overlooked the idea, realizing that some liquid confidence was the answer to easing your nerves. You nodded, and Mattheo took his hand in yours and gently guided you behind the bar counter.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, and you instantly replied, "I do."

In one swift motion, one hand made its way to the back of your head and the other to the small of your back so he could pull you into a passionate kiss. Your tongues found each other in a dance, his dominant side quickly winning over as his tongue protruded into your mouth. When you briefly pulled away to catch your breath, your cheeky side showed itself when you gently tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth. He moaned slightly, to your satisfaction, and you took advantage of the moment to run your hand over his chest, feeling the muscles underneath that dress shirt. You finally had Mattheo Riddle all to yourself, and you wanted all of him.

Without warning, he grabbed you by the hips, pulled you close, and spun you around to bend you over the counter. One hand curled around your hair to create a makeshift ponytail, the other wasting no time grabbing a bottle of fire whiskey within arm's reach and placing it beside you. 

"I'm sorry, doll. I know you love vodka, but whiskey is perfect for tonight." 

You looked up at him with doe-like pleading eyes as he gripped your hair, nodding as much as you could though restricted by his hold. He grinned wickedly over your enthusiastic consent before looming over you with a dominating presence. "Open up that mouth, princess."

Your lips slightly parted as Mattheo brought the open bottle of whiskey to your mouth. He poured a shot's worth down your throat, the intense heat burning on your tongue without anything to chase it down. Yet, as Mattheo force-fed you the drink and whispered praises in your ear about how you 'take it so well,' the burn of the whiskey transformed into a divine sensation, exhilarating in the best way. The bar counter was the only thing stopping you from melting to the floor as you became weak in the knees, your aroused state especially susceptible to his praise.

Mattheo lifted the bottle away from you to take a swig, holding you to the counter with a heavy palm against your back. He sighed, satisfied by the burn.

After a moment, he turned his attention back on you and pulled your hair to the side, hastily marking your neck with suctioned kisses and nibbles. At the same time, Mattheo's fingers ghosted down your back, caressing your ass and jolting you with a swift spank, finally reaching underneath your dress to stroke your cunt through your slick panties.

"Merlin, princess, after seeing the way your lips wrapped around that bottle, I wanted to fuck that pretty mouth so bad. But feeling how goddamn wet you are for me, I'm not sure either of us can wait for my cock to be inside your perfect, tight pussy."

His long fingers moved away from your aching core, reaching up and now brushing against your lips. "Will you wet my fingers a little more for me?" he asked in a voice too enticing for such an indecent request. You immediately allowed him to intrude your mouth, his fingers already covered in your taste though he had just barely begun to touch you. "We have to prepare that pussy don't we?" he groaned into your ear. You were distracted as his hardened cock ground into your ass between the fabric of your dress and his trousers.

You could tell he was beginning to lose himself as he seemed enamored by the way your mouth slipped over his fingers, swirling your tongue around them in a show of desperation to please.

Once content with your wetting of his fingers, he pulled them from your mouth and went back to exploring your panties, pushing them aside to tease your folds before slipping the first of his fingers in. It was seamless, not surprising for you, having lusted over him the entire night.

"Fuck, you're still so tight, doll. I have to stretch you out, so this feels as good for you as it will for me."

After a few moments, he introduced a second finger to your soaked cunt. He didn't move at first but gradually began pumping them inside. He could have cum on the spot witnessing your frenetic response to just two fingers.

"Careful, princess. If you want to come on my fingers, you need to beg for it." The words sent a shudder of desperation through your entire body, legs threatening to give out from underneath you as the artful use of his fingers in tandem with his dirty talk brought you toward your first orgasm, unable to resist it even if you tried. Mattheo kept his movements steady as your eyes rolled back and your walls clenched around him, a deep voice leaving the back of his throat to growl, "that's it, ride my fingers, you little slut," His tone this time was demanding, you knew he was displeased by your disobedience. His untamed, hungry expression evolved into something more conniving as he contemplated how to punish you for cumming without permission.

"You like that, huh? A slut who couldn't wait to beg? I should put my cock inside you and make you cum until you can't stand it anymore, then, hm? Do you want that? Cry for it, princess, or you're not getting it." 

You quickly fulfill this command with desperate pleas, "Please, Mattheo, please, fill me with your cock." 

"Fucking hell, princess--if I wasn't about to bust, I'd have you begging more. Desperation sounds fucking delicious rolling off your tongue," Mattheo growled against your ear as one of his hands haphazardly moved back to his trousers, hastily unbuttoning them to allow his needy length to spring free and press against you. The relief of finally freeing himself caused a deep groan to slip past his lips which only seemed to increase his urgency as his hands quickly found their place on your body again, yanking your dress up over your ass and delivering a forceful slap to your exposed flesh. You yelped and squirmed reflexively from the sting, much to his delight. "That's my fucking ass, don't forget it," he groaned with a certain smugness at the sight of his handprint forming on your skin.

"Please, Matty, please fuck me," you pleaded with a nearly pathetic level of desire. With that, Mattheo decided not to waste another second before indulging you. He took hold of your hips, guiding his cock to your slick folds, and slowly started to ease himself inside of you. 

You gasped at the intrusion, reveling in the stretch, but Mattheo cooed praises to relax you enough so there was little discomfort as you adjusted to his size. "Fuck, you fit around me so well. perfect pussy, perfect girl." he groaned as he could feel your wet warmth surround him. “is this okay?"

"Yes, please keep going."

Mattheo used the makeshift ponytail of your hair to lift your head and press his full weight against you onto the counter. His hips began to move, thrusting slowly to start until he was absolutely sure you could take him. With you now sandwiched between his body and the cold surface, he worked up to fucking you at a relentless pace, the base of his cock clashing against your ass as he bottomed out inside of your cunt. The hand steadying you by the hip reached up to wrap around your throat, squeezing at the sides enough for you to feel his strength but not enough to cause pain. It seemed almost to be a reminder for himself not to completely lose to the animalistic urges as he continued to increase the intensity. Your pelvis clanging against the bar didn't matter; you always like it rough, and he knew it.

"Princess, oh gods, I don't know if I'll last." He moaned into your ear paired with short, hot breaths. "You feel so fucking good; I wanted this for so..fucking...long." he sang his praises between each punctuated thrust that hit just the right spot inside of you again and again. The repeated stimulation triggers your second orgasm, your walls clenching around his cock as a choked moan barely escapes your lips- the sound being caught by his firm hold on your neck. 

"We're fucking meant for each other, babe," Mattheo grunted as you rode through your wave of pleasure. All you could do in your cockdrunk state was mewl in response, which fueled his ego. "Perfect dumb slut for me, you love taking my cock, don't you? Tell me how much you love my cock," his dirty talk turned more degrading as your most depraved desires inched closer to showing themselves on the surface. 

"Love your cock Matty.. mhm so good..." 

"Good slut. Now, say you're mine," he commanded, completely frenzied with his pacing. 

"I'm yours." you babbled with complete devotion. Mattheo groaned as you so willingly gave into his possessiveness, the very idea of owning every part of you being the tipping point to let his release out inside of you. His rutting became erratic and slowed as he rode through his orgasm, the last few pumps matching your third orgasm in stride. 

He then laid limp on top of you, letting out heaving exhales to regain his composure. For the moment, he left his cock to twitch inside of you, relishing in the warm feeling. Once convinced he could get up properly, he pulled out, leaving your pussy dripping with his cum as his entire body lurched over you.

"That was perfect, you were perfect. Best stroke of luck in ages," he mused with a throaty chuckle, recalling his first words when you locked eyes at the beginning of the night. "Can you walk?" he asked, mostly teasingly because the shaking of your legs answered that question without a doubt. 

"No," you spoke softly, the giggles you had at the beginning of the night starting to return even if your mind wasn't still fully there from the back-to-back stimulation. 

With this, Mattheo decided to hold you for a while longer. You had a lot of catching up to do and piecing together both of your stories to find out how, after so many years, you still ended up right here. But for now, the shared presence was enough. 

------------------ huge thankies to @slytherinslut0 for coaching me through this. i was very spooked to share. love y'all <3

[etclouie-navigation]

𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

— back to navigation? or au works masterlist?

au - alternate universe; a reimagined version of a story where key elements are altered, creating a different setting or scenario — whereas you can find the below throughout my blog !!

THE WALKING DEAD

rick grimes — divorced dad!rick — undercover cop!rick

daryl dixon — mechanic!daryl — ex lover!daryl — motorcycle club!daryl — trailer park!daryl

negan smith — motorcycle club!negan — mob boss!negan

shane walsh — fwb!shane — mechanic!shane — jealous ex!shane — underground fighter!shane — crooked cop!shane — porn star!shane

CALL OF DUTY

john price — professor!price — porn star!price

simon ‘ghost’ riley — underground fighter!simon — bodyguard!simon — ex con!simon — neighbour!simon — roommate!simon — fake dating!simon

john 'soap' mactavish — single dad!soap — personal trainer!soap — fake dating!soap — rugby player!soap — ex!soap — porn star!soap

captian john 'soap' mactavish — retired!soap — sugar daddy!soap

kyle 'gaz' garrick — boxer!gaz — streamer!gaz — neighbour!gaz — footballer!gaz — porn star!gaz

phillip graves — sugar daddy!graves

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner — dad's best friend!hotch — fbi training instructor!hotch — burnt out!hotch — ex!hotch — sugar daddy!hotch

derek morgan — personal trainer!derek — fake dating!derek

spencer reid — neighbour!spencer

luke alvez — neighbour!luke — mechanic!luke

emily prentiss — sugar mommy!emily

SONS OF ANARCHY

jax teller — divorced!jax — enemies with benefits!jax — ex!jax — porn star!jax

chibs telford — sugar daddy!chibs — retired!chibs — ex!chibs — bodyguard!chibs

juice ortiz — roommate!juice — gamer!juice — cam boy!juice

tig trager — sleazy landlord!tig — fwb!tig — jealous ex!tig

opie winston — divorced dad neighbour!opie

happy lowman — possessive ex!happy

THE MARAUDERS

james potter — footballer!james — roommate!james — professional quidditch player!james — single dad!james — ghost!james

sirius black — rockstar!sirius — tattoo artist!sirius — assassin!sirius — roommate!sirius — single dad!sirius — biker!sirius — ex!sirius

remus lupin — bookshop owner!remus — dealer!remus — perv roommate!remus

HP/SLYTHERIN BOYS

harry potter — ex!harry

ron weasley — drummer!ron

fred weasley — boyfriends brother!fred

george weasley — porn star!george

draco malfoy — arranged marriage!draco

blaise zabini — ex!blaise — porn star!blaise

mattheo riddle — brothers best friend!mattheo — ghost!mattheo — bodyguard!mattheo **archived — apocalypse leader!mattheo — arranged marriage!mattheo

theodore nott — teen dad!theo — arranged marriage!theo — mechanic!theo — dealer!theo — tradie!theo

lorenzo berkshire — porn star!enzo

MISC

lip gallagher — college!lip — roommates boyfriend!lip

READER

twd reader au's — paramedic/doctor!reader (rick grimes)

cod reader au's — grief therapist!reader (john price)

criminal minds reader au's — assistant!reader (aaron hotchner) — pre school teacher!reader (spencer reid) — florist!reader (spencer reid) — vet!reader (luke alvez)

soa reader au's — babysitter!reader (jax teller) — patched in!reader (jax teller) — club photographer!reader (jax teller) — teacher!reader (jax teller) — therapist!reader (jax teller) — club medic!reader (jax teller) — club lawyer!reader (jax teller) — street racer!reader (jax teller) — single mum!reader (chibs telford) — mechanic!reader (chibs telford) — stripper!reader (tig trager) — bartender!reader (juice ortiz) — single mom!reader (happy lowman)

marauders reader au's — wag!reader (james potter) — princess!reader (james potter)

misc reader au's — singer!reader (lip gallagher) — art major!reader (lip gallagher)

➜ ┊: heart divider by @strangergraphics ᵎ ✰

© 2025 etclouie. I do not condone reposting, plagiarising or translating my work in any form. my blog is 18+, strictly no minors !!

[ryleektv]

For Real This Time m.r. Part 2

part one

"So... you gonna rebound or something?"

I looked up from the beer in my hand, my mouth agape as Theodore snorted into his whiskey glass. "What the fuck did you just ask me, Lorenzo?"

"I said," He looked me dead in the eyes, clearly trying to mess with me, the was he always did. "Are you going to catch a fucking dick and rebound? Or are you going to sit around and lose your shit over a wannabe emo hipster?"

"Can you stop trying to get in my fucking pants?! Your best friend and I just broke up and your first concern is who I'm going to sleep with first and whether or not you're going to get your dick wet?"

Lorenzo rolled his eyes and leaned back in my chair, playing unbothered. "Wow. Don't overreact or anything."

"This is exactly why I never liked you and didn't want Mattheo around you." You muttered, pushing the beer away from yourself and staring at your lap.

"No, you were a controlling bitch who tried to take your boyfriend away from his only friends."

"Enzo, mate, lets not-"

"Shut the fuck up, Theodore, you said worse shit about her and you damn well know-"

"Hey!"

The three of you startled at a distant yell, the bartender suddenly staring daggers at the three of you.

"Bug off! You're causing quite a disturbance."

Theo mumbled an apology and slapped a wad of cash on the counter before beckoning us all to follow him out of the bar.

The three of you walked in an extremely uncomfortable silence and strolled aimlessly down the streets of London.

You'd known Enzo since you were young, and since the day you'd met him, you knew he was a dick. You weren't sure what his problem was, but if Mattheo could be a good person even through his own trauma, you wondered what the fuck Lorenzo's problem was.

Shit hit the fan when news broke of his affair with Lucille Granger while he was dating Luna Lovegood and Lucille had barely even broken up with Draco.

Lorenzo didn't know when to shut his mouth. Or maybe he did and he just played his innocence with the means to manipulate us all. I guess we'll never know.

Theodore on the other hand was the nicest of all of them, fuck Lorenzo's innocent exterior, Theo's went down to his bones. He was just a morally good person.

You snapped back into it as the familiar scent of smoke found it’s way into your lungs.

Theodore was beside you smoking a cigarette, completely unfazed, while Lorenzo tried to balance on the curb, continuously tripping and soon to twist an ankle.

Without even looking over, Theo whistled and shook his head. "Lorenzo, get down."

Enzo once again rolled his eyes and hopped off the curb, walking back over to us as he walked the empty streets, his head down and avoiding my gaze.

"So, um... where are you going to stay?" Theo questioned, kicking a rock across the street.

And that's when it hit you. You didn't have anywhere to go. You were hundreds of miles from your family, and living in an apartment completely under his name.

You looked between the two boys.

“No. Absolutely not. Nope.”

“Stop being a dick,” Theodore mumbled and elbowed Lorenzo sharply in the side. “You’re more than welcome to stay with us while you get things figured out.”

“No the fuck she-“

There was a sharp noise and then Lorenzo groaning and clutching his nose.

“My fucking face! You could have punched me anywhere but my fucking face!”

Guys this did not eat but I lowk don’t care. I’ll get the final part(s?) out later

[obsessedwithceleste]

Rec List🪻

Updated: 3/8/25

sit down, and buckle up These aren't in any particular order, but are some of my favorite (Slytherin boys) works that I've come across <3 lizthewriter

i think there's been a glitch TN 3.2k like snow on the beach TN 5.7k

kaciebello

The messenger series SB pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6

Dangerous Mail MR

Not Even the Addressee TN

musingsofahufflepuff

Puppy Eyes MR

Into the Blackhole TN

The Art of Learning Potions LB

Hard to Love Me MRxTN

handmade-witch

i think he knows LB

be mine TN be mine MR

Is It Over Now? series MR

drmaddict

Pet dates TN 3.7k

theosbaby

helping hand LB NSFW MDNI

thatdammchickennugget

white lie series LB pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

I Could Give You 50 Reasons LB

Just My Luck JP 2.3k

It’s me MR 1.9k

A bloom for every shade LB 1k

prythiansprincess

baby, won't you be my girl? TN agora hills LB NSFW MDNI dress LB NSFW MDNI azucar MR NSFW MDNI poison paradise TN NSFW MDNI

storiesfromafan

Dance class 101 MR

crimsntwlip

it's you TN

writingsbychlo

is it new years yet? LB 6.7k

frost-queen

The sirens task TN

patrophthia

mini skirt TN 3.5k NSFW MDNI

papercorgiworld

Pansy's interrogation TN & MR Pansy's interrogation II SB

Sharing a bed LB .6k

I dare you to steal his clothes SB

The better argument MR LB TN BZ

The day after the dare MR & TN

I Don’t Want You to be My Girlfriend SB

agirlsguidetolove

i thought you knew TN .9k

nyctophicbtch

smitten TN

lvinglupin

Delicate TN

fuckaperioddrama

Francaise vs. Italiano TN NSFW MDNI

distantdarlings

Hesitating TN 3.9k NSFW MDNI

gemissleeping

Sea Foam TN 1.5k

Sea Foam chapter links

Moonlight & Masks

duchesstypewriter

Be My Once In A Lifetime TN 3.4k

zriasstuff

Final Blow MR

amongemeraldclouds

Better Than Revenge series LB MR

Mattheo’s Gamble MR

Ruin The Friendship LB 1k

Sweet Dreams TN NSFW MDNI

slytherinboysappreciation

heartbreaker MR .4k

slytherinslut0

be my first TN 5.5k NSFW MDNI

angelfrombeneath

His Favorite TN NSFW MDNI

distantdarlings

Beneath His Shirt TN 3.7k

pizzaapeteer

Brother’s Best Friend MR

Just a Game of Chess BZ NSFW MDNI

CARAOUSEL MR 2.7k NSFW MDNI

finalgirllx

Bartender MR NSFW MDNI

Thought You Hated Me MR 1.1k

quintetz

White Dress TN NSFW MDNI

angelfic

I miss you, I’m sorry TN

thestarsarebrightertonight

imgonnagetyouback MR

Skinny Dipping TN

acourtofchaos

'TILL WE TURN TO BONE MR 14.7k

redeemingvillians

tea leaves on christmas eve MR 3.4k

cold comfort MR 4k

closed & locked LB 3.5k

theosbutterfly

The Best Thing at This Party TN 2.3k

suugarbabe

Happy Birthday LB

cherrixpie

DINNER AND DIATRIBES pt 1 MR 13k

DINNER AND DIATRIBES pt 2 MR 12k NSFW MDNI

iamgonnagetyouback

Stuck LB

Feelings LB 2.9k

First Kiss TN 1k

shyamanuensis

fifteen minutes MR NSFW MDNI

Tomriddleslove

The pairing game

[berrybeca]

Jobs I think the Slytherin Boys would have in the Muggle World

just some thoughts i had during a job fair in my town lolol

Lorenzo Berkshire: I can't see him being anything else other than in the vet field, after reading a fic... it fit him so well, and i had an epiphany when i read it lmao. Blaise Zabini: i feel like he would be a nutritionist, or a vet (like lorenzo). A nutritionist because i think he takes great care of himself - being very hygienic, exercising, playing football... - and prouding himself in being how he is. Theodore Nott: I can see him as being a journalist, and inheriting a place in a famous paper in the UK from his dad. i imagine his family having to move to england/ scotland from italy after his dad got a job as a high up there, though i imagine his dad being in the more financial side of the company. but when his dad found out theo wanted to be a writer/ journalist, he pulled some strings and got him a job there.

Mattheo Riddle: i can't see him as anything that isn't a tattoo artist/ body piercer, because the last thing i see him as is a guy in an office. i could see him bartending too, because i feel like he would really prioritise having a flowy environment to work, a tattoo parlour or a bar are very much his style. i read someone say that they imagined him and theo owning a nightclub together so that’s also in my mind time to time…

Draco Malfoy: lil bro is literally like Barney Stinson. he works in finance, and no one knows further than that. and he doesn't care that no one knows his official title itself, because in the end, all that matters to him is that they know he's richer than them in any and every way.

Tom Riddle: i can’t imagine him as anything other than being in the medicinal research field (no clue how it’s called lmao), or as a morgue worker. he likes how cold and silent it is, and he likes the routine he does with the bodies that come in. (i really think he’s at least a bit autistic, and really likes having a specific routine for day to day activities, so this job is really perfect in my view…)

[ur-local-wizard]

BARTENDER MATTHEO AU ᯓ★

Bartender!Mattheo would be the type of bartender to would put on a show, doing the most elaborate tricks possible. He would be employed at the most high-end bar in town, making sure he'd be able to use his creativity to craft new cocktails. To ensure he could come home with as many tips as possible, he would flirt with every single customer... especially the women.

au list all works

°˖➶ works: A Birthday Special

©ur-local-wizard translating, republishing, copying, or claiming my work as yours is not permitted. all my work belongs to me and me only. thank you!

[stargirlv0id]

Surprise, Surprise.

pairings: Mattheo Riddle x F!R

synopsis: You were walking home, when suddenly it starts raining and you enter a vacant pub.

warnings: flirting; sexual innuendo; no SMUT)

a/n: english isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes

A harsh gust of wind hits you, rain soaking your clothes as you scramble into a pub that's vacant due to the storm warning you'd ignored. You wonder if the bartender saw it, and if that's why he's likely tucked away in his home, warm and not drenched by rain— *unlike you.*

You sigh in relief as you shut the door behind you and take in the heat of the building. Maybe this isn't so bad—

"You're not supposed to be in here." Mattheo's voice rings out, sending a chill down your spine.

"Umm. What?" You turn, surprised.

He raises an eyebrow skeptically at you as he steps closer, his gaze flickering over you like an inspection. "It's past closing time," he says, his tone flat and unimpressed, as though you should have known that already.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I just wanted to escape the storm." You frown. His expression softens a tad at your excuse, but he doesn't look convinced.

"You shouldn't be out in weather like this anyway," he scolds, folding his arms across his chest.

"I was taken by surprise, actually. I was heading home and the storm came." You answered rapidly, wanting to sound believable. You weren't lying, but you could tell he wasn't an easy person to convince.

He studies you for a moment, his gaze lingering on the way your clothes stick to your body, your hair damp and clinging to your face. It's a look full of scrutiny, as if evaluating whether your excuse is valid.

Then, finally, he turns his attention to the downpour outside, the rain hitting the windows harshly. "It's coming down hard," he admits, his voice somewhat softer. "Yeah." you nodded in agreement.

You smile softly . "I'll leave soon, I promise."

Mattheo's lips twist into a subtle smile as he considers your promise, but it's hard to tell whether he truly believes it. "You better," he says, his voice holding a hint of skepticism.

His eyes continue to linger on you, studying your face for a few more seconds before he breaks his gaze away and heads over to a small fireplace. "You should sit down. Unless you want to stay wet, and cold?" "Sure." You sit, your body craving warmth.

As you settle down, you notice that the pub is small and cozy, the crackling of the fire adding a touch of warmth to the atmosphere. Mattheo busies himself with tending to the fire for a moment before he eventually takes a seat across from you, his eyes never leaving your figure.

There's something about the way he looks at you—it's intense, captivating almost. You can't help but feel a bit self-conscious as his gaze lingers on you, as though he's trying to figure you out.

"You work here, right?" You ask, breaking the silence.

"Yeah," he replies, his voice still holding that same hint of skepticism from earlier. He leans back in his chair, his arms resting on the armrests as he studies you.

"What about you? What brings you here at night, and in the middle of a storm?" he asks, arching an eyebrow inquisitively.

"I just came from a friend's house." You reply, Mattheo nods in understanding, the skeptical look slowly fading from his eyes. "Must be a close friend if you stayed there past dark," he observes.

You nod, not wanting to reveal too much to a stranger.

He seems to sense your hesitation, but instead of pressing further, he simply leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he continues to regard you. He's silent for a while, his gaze flickering over you as though still trying to figure you out.

After a few moments, he breaks the silence. "How do I know you're not some dangerous criminal or something?" he asks bluntly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I should be the one asking you that." You smirk.

Mattheo smirks, amused by your response. "Touché," he concedes, a hint of humour in his voice. "Maybe I should frisk you, just to be sure," he teased, a glint in his eye.

"I can't say that i would mind that." You shrug.

Mattheo's eyes flicker with surprise, not expecting you to flirt back. He raises an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. "Is that so?" he asks, his voice lower than before.

He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, his gaze lingering on you with newfound interest. "And why is that, princess?"

You raise your eyebrows "Wanna find out?"

Mattheo's smirk widens at your bold response and he leans forward slightly, his eyes locked on yours. "Maybe I do," he says, his voice dropping to a near whisper.

He watches you intently, his gaze roaming over your figure once more before he speaks again. "You sure you want to test my limits?" His words makes you smile and his eyes flicker with amusement at your lack of retreat from his challenge, and he lets out a low chuckle that rumbles in his chest.

"You've got quite the attitude, pretty girl," he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of desire.

"Maybe i should learn to behave." you said.

"Maybe you should," he agrees.

He moves then, his tall frame crossing the space between you in just a few strides. He stops in front of you, towering over you as he looks down at you with a mixture of desire and curiosity.

"You think you can handle someone like me, princess?" he asks, his voice low and rough.

"It wouldn't hurt to try." You bite your lip. His gaze flickers to your lips as you bite them, a low growl slipping past his own lips in response. "You like playing with fire, don't you?" he teases, his voice slightly hoarse.

One of his hands moves to your chin, his cold fingers gently yet firmly tilting it up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"You've got guts, that's for sure," he muses, his thumb gently tracing the contour of your bottom lip, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

He steps even closer, his body mere inches from yours, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating. He leans down, his breath ghosting against your ear as he speaks.

"Or are you all bark and no bite, princess?"

"Oh, I'll be to bite." You smile.

Mattheo lets out a low, guttural laugh at your response, his eyes darkening. "I look forward to it," he murmurs, his hand still holding your chin firmly in place.

He leans in, his nose almost touching yours. "But remember," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "I bite back."

"That's what im counting on."

[nottswitch]

Hey Girlie!!! So its my first time actually doing this but I would love to see some Stripper Mattheo and maybe Bartender reader. Ofcource always make it your own but maybe a sarcastic Reader!

Im litterallly obsessed with all teh AUs!!

the way i love this so fucking much !! i’ve been thinking about what kinda reader i want to make for male stripper!mattheo, because i have a very particular dynamic in mind, and bartender!reader would fit so well omg i literally love you 😩

[miss-multi45]

Hello again, peeps.

I'm redoing my intro post.

Hello, I'm Cassiopeia, you can shorten that down to whatever is good for you.

I will write for these Harry Potter characters:

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Regulus Black

Mattheo Riddle

Theodore Nott

Lorenzo Berkshire

I will write for these Creepypasta characters:

Jeff the Killer

Homicidal Liu and Sully

BEN_Drowned

Sally Williams

Lazari

Zalgo

Stripes

Lifeless Lucy

Ticci Toby

The Hooded Man/Hoodie

The Masked Man/Masky

X-Virus

Rouge/The Prowler and Wilson the Basher

Nurse Ann

Dr Pain

Dr Smiley

Eyeless Jack

KageKao

Jason the Toymaker

Candypop

Laughing Jack

Laughing Jill

Papa Grande de Magico

Nathan the Nobody

Clockwork

Nina the Killer

Jane Everlasting/Jane the Killer

Judge Angels

Bloody Painter

The Puppeteer

The Pianist

The Bartender 1941

Dark Link

Glitchy Red

The Cat Hunter

The Black Wolf

Frankie the Undead

The Chessmaster

Vine the Dollmaker

Kate the Chaser

Sam Williams

Zero

Emra

Suicide Sadie

The Roadwalker

Isaac Grossman

Candy Cane

April Fools

The Item Stealer

Lulu

Lily Kennent

Morivin

Drolsoir

I will write for these Call of Duty characters:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

John Price

König

Kim 'Horangi' Hong-jin

Alejandro Vargas

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

Valeria Garza

Keegan P. Russ

Phillip Graves

Kate Laswell

Nikto

Krueger

I will write for these Lockwood and Co. characters:

Anthony Lockwood

Lucy Carlyle

George Karim

I will write for these Ghost members:

Dewdrop/Sodomizer

Swiss Army Ghoul/ Swiss

Rain

Phantom

Aether

Mountain

Cirrus

Cumulus

Aurora

Sunshine

Omega

Alpha

Ifrit

Mist

Zephyr

Terzo

Cardinal Copia

Any Papas

And era 1 and 2 ghouls

I will write for these Sleep Token members:

Vessel

II

III

IV

The Vesselettes

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Nanami Kento

Ino Takuma

Ryomen Sukuna

Toji Fushiguro

Shiu Kong

Uraume

Shoko Ieiri

Utahime

Maki Zenin

Nobara Kugisaki

Toge Inumaki

Noritoshi Kamo

Choso Kamo

Megumi Fushiguro

Yuuji Itadori

I will NOT write p*d*philia, zoophilia, rape, b**stiality. Or anything too gory, like, Black Christmas 2006 level gore or Terrifier level gore, because it makes me extremely uncomfortable. Any underage characters (Maki, Toge, Megumi, Yuuji, Nobara.) I will not write smut for. I headcanon BEN_DROWNED to be either 20 or 21.

I WILL write for angst, smut, fluff, crack (funny stuff), Incorrect Quotes, headcanons, scenarios, imagines (same as scenarios??), wholesome shit, and I will write matchups and create a scenario/headcanons with your oc as long as you describe them to me.

[athenajr]

so high ☆ mattheo riddle x f!reader

summary: you bet mattheo that you can out-smoke him at a slytherin party and he doesn’t believe you.

a/n: characters are 18+ also not proofread, so sorry if there's mistakes :)

warnings: suggestive flirting, making out, smut at the end, bets, smoking (obvs), reader smokes, dr*gs, drinking, swearing, general party theme lol

it was a saturday night, and throughout hogwarts castle, teachers slept, house elves cleaned the halls, and younger year students slept peacefully in their common rooms. all was quiet, except for the slytherin common room.

music blared from the enchanted speakers that enzo and pansy had gotten from hogsmeade earlier in the week, and firewhiskey shots were being passed around by the “bartender” who was really just adrian pucey sitting behind one of the tables in the room.

you watched from one of the plush couches as draco and blaise danced around each other, laughing and singing, already hammered off of a mix of weed and alcohol. theo was also with them, not nearly as hammered, but laughing at them and singing along to the song that was playing.

“and i thought these two couldn’t get any more ridiculous.” a voice said from behind you, and you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.

“hi mattheo,” you smirked, not looking back at your best friend. “let them be, it’s your weed they’re zooted off of.”

his arms came to wrap around your shoulders as he leaned in behind you, lips tickling your ear as he whispered so only you could hear.

“i barely gave them any, they split a joint between them.”

finally, you turned around and gave the boy a smile.

“there’s no way that’s true matty, i’ve smoked your joints before and that is not what happens at all.”

he smirks at you and comes to sit down on the couch next to you. his arm goes back up around your shoulders as he leans closer to you.

“oh yeah? and what exactly happens when you smoke my joints love?” his tone is suggestive as he raises his eyebrows at you and gives you a teasing wink.

your cheeks redden, and you can tell he notices by the way his grin widens and he shuffles a little closer to you on the couch.

he’s challenging you, and you know it by the way he’s looking at you, his dark brown eyes boring into you, waiting for an answer.

two can play at this game.

mattheo may have been a flirt, but so were you.

he takes a sip of his drink as you shoot him a sweet smile, “oh you know, the usual, maybe a little spacey, a little relaxed, a little horny.”

you say the last part quietly so only he can hear you, and his eyes go wide as he chokes on his drink, coughing. you watch as it’s his turn to get flustered. he recovers quickly though, and before you know it he’s pulling out two joints from behind his ear.

“is that so?” he says, his tongue running against his bottom lip slowly as he looks at you.

“yeah, and you know what matty?” you start to slowly lean closer to him, your hand softly brushing up his arm.

his eyes flicker down to your lips and it's his turn to blush as he shifts slightly in his spot on the couch. flirting isn't uncommon in your relationship with the boy, but it's days like these when mattheo has already had a little bit to drink, and you're looking a little too good in your party outfit, that he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he'll be brave enough to make a move.

he lets out a breathy chuckle. "what darling?"

you lean even closer so that your lips are almost against his ear. "i bet you anything that i can out smoke you, right here, right now."

the hand that's still on his arm slides up to his left ear where two already rolled joints are resting. you snatch them up as he processes your words. you're already off the couch and laughing as he finally recovers and gives you a dark stare- not unkind, but something that you can't quite place.

"anything?" his voice is low, challenging you. "because i could think of a lot of things i want if i win."

"oh yeah? like what riddle?"

he gets off the couch and motions you to follow him through the common room doors. "come with me to the astronomy tower and we'll see who can really out smoke who." he looks back at you with a shit-eating grin. "and when i win, i get to ask you one question, and you have to answer truthfully. if you don't i'll know."

you laugh again at that. "ok matty, you're on. but if i win," you reach over to run a hand through his hair, your small hand finding his larger one in the darkness of the hallway. "you have to do my history of magic essay for me, and my potions notes."

mattheo shoots you a quick grin. "you're on princess."

the nickname makes your cheeks flush, and you thank merlin that the hallway is dark enough so he can't see how flustered he makes you.

it's around 12:30 by the time you arrive at the astronomy tower, and mattheo sparks the first joint with a quick incendio. your joint is between your lips and you're about to pull out your wand to light yours as well, but mattheo beats you to it.

"let me princess." he holds up his wand and lights yours up with ease. you flush again. that has to be one of the sexiest things he could have done. i might just let him win at this point.

"thanks matty." you say softly. he's leaning against the rail of the tower, and you step to join him. your arms are brushing against each others as you finish your first joints.

half an hour passes and you continue to try and out-smoke each other, giggling and becoming more chatty with each drag. by the time you're 2 joints in you have to call it quits. anymore you were going to green out, and you really didn't need to have a panic attack on top of one of the highest points in hogwarts.

"alright matty, you win, there's no way I'm having another one tonight." you have a genuine smile on your face as you tilt your head to look at him, joint still hanging off your pink lips. mattheo thinks you might be the prettiest girl he's ever seen. he looks away from you before you catch him staring, and sparks up another for himself.

"i knew you couldn't beat me darling, but you did get pretty close." he's looking at you with a smug smile and you just want to kiss it off his perfect face.

"shut up mattheo," you laugh good-naturedly at him. "i guess you get to ask me your question now. i promise to answer 100% truthfully."

you take a small step closer to him as you speak, and you are so close to each other now, that you can feel the heat radiating off of him.

"hmm let me think," he puts his hand on his chin in mock thought. truthfully, he knows exactly what he wants to ask you, but it's so fun to watch you squirm as you wait for him.

"ok here's my question,"

he pauses to flick the butt of the joint off the astronomy tower, and in one quick swoop, his arm is around your waist, pulling you flush against him. you look up at his brown eyes and see as confident as he looks, there's still a faint tint to his cheeks.

he speaks softly, "if i kissed you right now, would you kiss me back?"

your heartbeat speeds up and your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders. a loving smile spreads across your face as he awaits your answer.

"why don't you kiss me and find out?" you whisper leaning in.

a wide grin spreads across his face and he takes no time in pressing his soft lips to yours eagerly. you kiss him back with the same eagerness, and one of his hands stays on your waist as the other sinks down to caress your backside. the kiss gets deeper and more enthusiastic as you open your mouth a little to let his tongue slip in. you let out a soft moan and grab the back of his hair to give it a tug.

it's his turn to groan as he pushes you up against the railing of the tower. you and mattheo only pull away for the need of air. you're both panting as you pull away and smile at each other. the weed in your systems makes every touch seem so much more intimate, and you never want him to let go of you.

"if i knew you were going to kiss me like that, i would've dragged you up here sooner." you (half) joked as mattheo leaned into you to suck lovebites onto your neck.

his head was still buried in your skin as he answered you. "i don't think i'll ever be able to not kiss you again princess." his voice was needy, and you could feel the growing bulge in his pants. "i've wanted to do that for so long," he confessed quietly, pulling his lips away from your skin.

"me too baby."

the pet name made him drag you into another heated kiss, your hands finding their spot right on the top of his belt buckle. you could feel him against you, desperately searching for some relief.

"need a little help matty?"

he groans as he nods his head, leaning in to kiss you again. you waste no time in unbuckling his belt and watch as his pants fall down around his ankles. his hands are already reaching up your skirt, pulling your panties to the side as he slips two fingers into your awaiting heat.

"so wet for me princess, can't wait 'till my dick is in your perfect pussy."

his lewd words make you moan into his mouth, along with his expert fingers, pumping in and out of you. you can't wait anymore, and you pull down his boxers to let his dick spring free. you pull away from the kiss to look down at his throbbing member. he was the perfect size, tip flushing red as it leaked precum. your hand reached down to swipe it off, as your hand pumped him. his head was thrown back and his eyes rolled back into his skull, his voice heavy with lust when he spoke.

"gods princess i need to be inside of you right now." he pulled his fingers out of your soaked heat, looking at you for permission to enter.

you nodded at him and dragged him closer to your body. "fuck matty, i need you so bad."

he didn't need to be told twice, as his hand reached down around his cock, and pressed into you. you both moaned at the way he was stretching you out, the pleasure like nothing you've ever felt before.

"holy shit."

mattheo's swore as he thrust into you, moaning and whispering praises into your ear. "such a good girl for me princess, you feel so good."

"fuck mattheo, don't stop, i'm so close baby." you moaned. his cock was hitting the perfect spot, making your vision blurry.

"you take me so well baby, never gonna want anybody but you."

his thrust got harder as you clenched around him. the familiar heat in your stomach was white hot as you clenched even harder around his thick cock. "i'm coming matty, oh merlin." you moaned.

"yeah princess, come on my cock, i wanna see your pretty face when you do it."

his words were too much as you came around him. he groaned loudly as he felt you come, and his thrusts got sloppier and rougher. you could tell he was close.

"you fuck me so good matty," you panted. "come inside me baby, i wanna feel you."

that was enough to send him over the edge, and you could feel the thick ropes of cum release inside of you as he fucked you through his orgasm. you were both panting as you came down from your high together. he reluctantly pulled out of you and pulled his pants back on.

you smiled at him and leaned up to give him a quick kiss. "that was so good matty."

he still had a bit of a dazed look in his eyes as he stared at you.

"matty?" he was just staring at you, and you were getting nervous that he regretted it.

"can i be your boyfriend princess? i promise to treat you right." the genuine tone in his voice made you grin widely, as you kissed him again, this time with more passion.

"of course you can mattheo, as long as i can be your girl."

"you can be mine for as long as you want me to be princess, i love you." his hand caressed your cheek softly as you both smiled at each other.

"i love you too mattheo, more than you ever know. and who knows? maybe one day i'll actually out-smoke you."

he laughed and shook his head at your teasing. "i don't know darling, if i get to fuck you like that everytime, i'm definitely not letting you win."

"oh you're on riddle."