#mattheo riddle hcs

[iamgonnagetyouback]

꒰ mattheo who is stupidly soft for reader ꒱

throws punches like he doesn’t care if his knuckles bleed but wipes his busted lip with the back of his hand and grins when you scold him. “what? you worried about me, angel?”

smells like smoke and expensive cologne, who always has a cigarette tucked behind his ear but never lights it when you're around because he knows you don’t like the smell

gets into trouble just to make you roll your eyes at him, just so he can tilt his head and say, “c’mon, don’t act like you don’t love me like this.”

always has an arm draped over the back of your chair, who pulls you onto his lap at parties like it’s second nature, who lets everyone know, without a single word, that you’re his

will teach you how to throw a punch but won’t let you actually get into a fight—“nah, angel, that’s my job. you just stand there and look pretty.”

lets you braid his hair, sitting between your legs with his head tilted back against your stomach, eyes closed, a lazy grin on his lips when you call him pretty

steals your hair tie to wear on his wrist, even though it doesn’t match his whole ‘i don’t care about anything’ aesthetic, but he keeps it there anyway—just because it’s yours

teaches you how to drive his motorcycle, watching with amusement as you struggle, but when you get the hang of it, he just grins and says, “that’s my girl.”

keeps a picture of you tucked into his wallet, folded and worn at the edges, but if anyone ever points it out, he just scoffs and shoves it deeper into his pocket, pretending it’s not a big deal

acts all tough, all ‘i don’t do romance,’ but still waits up for you when you’re out late, still makes you coffee in the morning (even if it’s terrible), still presses his lips to your forehead when he thinks you’re asleep

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[reading-the-stars]

This is sooo Matty core oh my gosh!!! Like he would start arguments with you on purpose just to watch you yell at him. And then stare at you with that cocky little grin not even really listening to a word you’re saying. Just thinking about how good he’s going to fuck you after. He’s so insufferable*

*I love him😊

Mattheo Riddle is a complete sucker for bossy women. There’s just something about a sharp tongue and a commanding voice that absolutely undoes him. He can be a real ass sometimes—snide comments, cocky smirks, always pushing buttons just to see how far he can go. Most people are too intimidated to challenge him, let alone call him out. The weight of his last name alone is usually enough to keep others quiet, second-guessing themselves.

But not you.

The moment you raise your voice, standing your ground, glaring right at him without flinching? He’s floored. You don’t just tell him off—you do it with fire in your eyes and conviction in your words, and it stops him cold. Not because he’s offended, not even close. He’s entranced. He can’t stop replaying the scene in his mind—the way your voice didn’t waver, the way you looked at him like you weren’t scared of anything, especially not him. It’s hot in a way that short-circuits his thoughts and makes his pulse spike. He can’t get it out of his mind. He’s obsessed and extremely turned on.

[pizzaapeteer]

Carnival HC with Matty & Theo

Mattheo

he's an adrenaline junkie, def going to be wanting to go on all the rides (loud as fuck laugh while people scream)

makes it very clear in his mood if the ride doesn't live up to his expectations, as well as letting everyone else know.

you thought this was going to be a fun couple day, think again. this boy will turn in half the little arcade skill games into a competition.

he wants to kick your ass. jokingly, sabotage you

he'll make sure you're still having fun after every game, by giving you a big grin and a kiss

does give you the prizes when he sees your sulking when you lose

then he'll help you cheat in the next round

literally an overexcited 10 yr old!!!

will chase you through a spooky maze

as well as push you into a nearby bush whether that's to make out or to get in front of you in a race

grabs your ass when your waiting in line, his fingers idly tapping on it as if he's bored

will buy you food and take pictures of you

clingiest motherfucker the times when he's not energetically fighting you especially at the end of the day when he's all worn out and ready to leave

Theo

stoic protective bf who wants you to have fun

also competitive

but does it because he wants to win you things

wants to brag that he's a good boyfriend, show you off that he can spoil you

buys, your heart contents of food and but then steals most of it

Checks himself out in the mirror walls and then tries to spook you forgetting you can see him

gives you deadpan looks when you want to go on a ride after consuming food

will sit on the opposite side of the ride from you stubbornly worried your going to puke

if you do though, he'll tell you he told you so but then console you.

death stares anyone who complains your taking too long at a game

then smiles adoringly at you when you finally catch a duck on the string

Gives you loads of kisses and praise when you compete the task

takes pictures with you in the photobooths, as long as you sit on his lap

as well as clambers over you in a ride to try make out with you and eventually gets you both kicked off

when your feet get tired and you start to complain, theo would lift you easily over his shoulder and carry you - or piggy back

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[realsp1ke]

my genuine reaction when a writer i love interacts w me

[cash-111]

Random filth,

My hcs for the Slytherins

Pairings: female reader x Theodore/Mattheo/Draco/Enzo/Blaise/Tom

CW: explicit talk of sex and kinks under the cut.

A/N: it’s that time of the month. Don’t come for me.

You can tell I got tired near the end lol

Theodore is an absolute munch. I see him being obsessed with oral far more than any of the others. He’s had a rough day? Smothering your lips until you squirm, and everything else is drowned out by your cries of pleasure, will cheer him up. He’s had a particularly good day? Gotta celebrate with his favorite activity, which, coincidentally, includes his favorite person.

on this line of thinking, I could see him being into food stuff. Especially for Italian!theo, food is super important in Italian culture and I can see it being a big comfort for him, if not just something he finds pleasurable. He’ll feed you strawberries, fill you a nice glass of wine, and ‘accidentally’ spill some chocolate fondue over you… well, your clothes are ruined now, so you might as well take them off? Just lay down and let him take care of the sweet mess he made, just for him to make an even worse one out of you. <3

Hot take, but I think Mattheo is a switch. He’s got that sweet burnt out golden child flare: high expectations and in turn high standards for himself, all the while upholding a public reputation (good or bad). I think this flows into spikes of dominance and/or submissiveness; he can absolutely be arrogant and imposing, he’ll have you melting and behaving for him one way or another, but we all crave intimacy and the freedom to be vulnerable too, and he’s no different.

Those times he wishes you would take care of him too, let him be whiny and delicate, breakable. He’ll grip at your flesh like a thirsty man grapples at water, thrusting up with you lazily, whimpers against your soft skin about how “you feel so good… so good” spilling over and over from his mouth.

I also think he carries a lot of guilt with him, so on a particularly bad day he’ll let you completely ruin him, rub him so raw he cries for you to stop. His throat is soar, his chest puffing, and his lips a slick blood red from all the biting and drooling. The overstimulation is too much, but even though he could easily break free, he surrenders, hoping the hot of his skin will burn down all of his impurities.

I’m sorry to all my tall girlies, but I think he’d have a thing for size difference. If you’re shorter, it’s just so perfect to him: he loves to make fun of you, rile you up and savor the cute spectacle you make for him; he loves how he can encompass you when you sit on his lap, and has to fight the urge of eating you up every time you’re in public; and when you hug his waist, hold his bigger hand, or do anything stupidly cute, he just wants to scoop you up and whisk you away. And he probably will.

Draco is similar in the way he also has high expectations to deal with, but I think he’d see it more as a loss of control, with his father cutting out a perfect path for him, his wish is to take his fate into his own hands. This results in a more domineering nature during sexy times, but I don’t think he’d ever be outright disrespectful, even on the spur of the moment.

Unless you ask for it, he’s not the type to let all instinct take over and risk hurting you. I adamantly believe in mama’s boy Draco, he may not respect dreadful Potter, or be influenced by a strict purist household, but he surely respects women.

One word. Possessive. What’s his is his and once you commit there’s no going back. He’ll guard you like a dragon does to his stash, a hand unconsciously always searching for you: an arm draped over your shoulder, curled around your waist, fingers laced with yours, or a firm grip on your wrist when he’s more nervous.

For this reason I think he’s hand-dominant when it comes to pleasure. He wants to feel, feel, feel. When he’s caught up in the delicious delirium you cause him, his hands will be all over you: your breasts, neck, arms, thighs, waist, there isn’t a stone left unturned. He’ll definitely lose himself in the trance of all the sounds he can get from you while his fingers are buried deep into your warm, pulsing core. And don’t you dare look away from his eyes, Merlin knows what happens when you do.

Some would have you believe Enzo is the most innocent of the group, but I actually think that boy is a wolf in sheep’s clothing: with a fervid imagination and a lot of love to give, Enzo is helpless to his mind’s work when it comes to you.

He will try not to let it show, but images of you plague his mind and blur his vision, so much so that he tries to avoid you, but, instead of toning it down, your absence just makes his fantasies that much more desperate.

Only one freaky (and with a solid parental background) enough to consider sharing you. He’s obsessed with your pleasure, he wouldn’t mind sitting back for a bit and just observe you, he knows all the sweet sounds you make are for him.

Hot take, but kind of a sadist (in a sweet way). Mf loves to watch you unravel and ‘humiliate’ you about it; would coo and say filthy things in your ear, a hand to the neck or on your hair when you both get really into it. I see him having switch up moments sometimes where something more primal engulfs him, it’ll have him rail you to the end of tomorrow in a way so contrasting to the sweet person he is, you’d wonder if it’s even him, but you can’t really think during those times…

Blaise is a chill man, I don’t think he’d have many depravities, but he’ll try anything at least once, if it’s to your liking. And you can bet he’ll give it his all, he just wants to have a good time with you, so it’s only natural he’d give everything a fair shot. Very soft top of him.

Only more out there thing I really see him actively bringing into your relationship, would be semi-public escapades. I think he loves the thrill of having you two almost caught, and certainly enjoys making it into a game of who can get the other to break first, before going back to a more secluded, private, area.

He will have you squirming in your seat during meals, or in the back of the classroom, hand stuffed down your panties. You’re helpless to stop him, a hand gripped tightly around his wrist, while the other tries to muffle any whimpers he tears from you. He’ll smirk as he wets his lips, acting like you’re the only compromised one (while his cock strains painfully in his tight uniform trousers, tip leaking and crying for attention), and whisper into your ear, his other hand tracing featherlight on your other side. “Just admit you need me”. He’s an ass, but you do.

What I need you to understand for Tom, is that, in French spirit, his whole stigma is about being grand and iconic (💅) , he’s a psycho and you’re his devoted pet.

Will hold you a collaring ceremony. You’re his pretty little thing, in the literal sense. You’re his possession, and as such you will do anything for him. If you’ll be good, he’ll make sure to take care of you. Since you’re an extension of him, he can’t have you being damaged or neglected (in the face of the public. That’s very important). You need to shine for him, like a pretty jewel: make him proud. Unless you want to be bad, reject him, demean him. Then he’ll have no mercy, using you as an outlet, bullying you with his cock, until you forget where you are, and throwing venomous words at you, until you remember your own place. (… and who knows, maybe you planned for it)

Isn’t affected much by physicality, but is absolutely obsessed with lingerie. He finds it classy, intriguing. He’ll bring you endless racks of it: you’re expected to try each and every one, and always wear it when meeting him. Also perfumes, he’s very opinionated and has a sensitive nose, which he’ll push deep into your neck when he unravels upon you, groaning against your marked skin.

[volturissideslut]

dating mattheo riddle hc?? pretty please 🥺

𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖔 𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊

He doesn't have much good in his life, being the dark Lords son and all. He also doesn't trust easily

This means that when he finds you, someone good, who loves him, and he trusts. He's never letting go.l

Would genuinely die for you if push came to shove

Let's not even get into the fights he would get into defending you. He cherishes you, really, and has a dangerous lack of self preservation when it comes to making sure you're treated well

Though his grades are bad, he's actuattky really smart. It's just that he doesn't try

Seriously good at magic, especially DADA. If you're not good at it, he'll teach you. If your amazing, you'll duel.

If you win and beat, he gets really turned on. If you lose he'll teach you to be better

You're everything to him, he's going to make sure you can defend yourself

Gets all soft and mushy gushy when you're alone

He just becomes baby

Literally the embodiment of "🥺"

Wants you to pamper him, but he'll act tough and scowl. It's a cover up for his smile as he sits there with a panda face mask and you paining his nails metallic green.

You know that tiktok thing where draco gives you his ring? He does that. Puts it nice on a necklace to show the other guys you're his

But it's not a one sided thing. Nobody would dare say shit to him anyway, so he'll put on one of your jewelry pieces or scrunchies.

(please please please buy him a nice bracelet of give him one of yours. He LOVES them but would never tell or ask)

Give him flowers, please. He'll cry.

He'll call you princess and treat you like one.

But give him princess treatment back I beg

Is your personal hype man

BUT I MUST REITTERATE: IT TAKES A LONG TIME FOR HIM TO GET COMFORTABLE ENOUGH WITH YOU TO GET TO THIS POINT

[ashisgreedy]

The Slytherin Guys HC - Taking off your bra

⚠︎ Suggestive content MDNI | Everyone is over 18+

Mattheo | Theo | Enzo | Draco | Blaise | Tom

Mattheo Riddle - *pop* You’re making out and you wrap your arms around his neck but.. your bra is loose. You have no idea when he reached back and unclasped it, but he was skilled and quick about it.

Theodore Nott - He’d tease his finger along the edge of the bra, cupping your breasts while pushing your bra out of the way. It takes him a few moments, but he manages to get the bra off with both his hands at work on the clasp.

Lorenzo Berkshire - Makes a whole show of having you turn around, kissing your neck and shoulders while teasing the strap of the bra. He slowly unclasps it and then pushes the staps down your shoulders. He loves to do it while you stand in front of a mirror so he can watch as your breasts come into view while the garment slips off you and drops down to the floor.

Draco Malfoy - He’d try (and succeed) by just pulling your bra up and over your head like he did your blouse. His mind is mush since he's about to get laid and he doesn’t have time to think about tiny clasps or how bras work in general. Just get it off!

Blaise Zabini - He reaches one hand back and uses just two fingers to skillfully pinch and unhook the clasp. Your bra is loose in a nanosecond. Then he’s pushing you onto the bed and tossing the garment over his shoulder.

Tom Riddle - He would mostly ignore it in lieu of trying to get into your panties first. You’d have to remove the bra for him and only then will he pay attention to your chest. It's not that he doesn’t care, he’s just in feral mode and desperately wants to be inside you.

[snetofed]

Cigarettes after sex

WARNING_(Sex, male to female, penetration, moaning, orgasm, jealousy, possessiveness)

The Slytherin Common Room was unrecognizable.

The usual darkness had been broken by hundreds of small green lights floating in the air, spells clumsily cast by a half-drunk Theo and an overly competitive Blaise. Wizarding music played softly, and bottles of Firewhiskey—obviously smuggled—were passed around.

Elizabeth Custer sat in an armchair, her legs elegantly crossed, a glass in hand, surveying the elegant mess with an amused smile.

Mattheo Riddle was at her side, one arm casually draped over the back of the chair behind her, but his body clearly leaning toward Elizabeth, as if subconsciously wanting to keep her close.

"Are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to kiss me right now?" she murmured without turning around.

Mattheo smirked.

"Don't tempt me, Custer. I don't want to put on a show in front of these idiots."

"Idiots?" "Theo said, walking right past them, two glasses in hand. 'That's offensive, Riddle! I demand an apology… and one of those biscuits Blaise stole from the kitchen.'

'They weren't biscuits, genius,' Blaise sneered from across the room. 'They were brownies… very suspicious.'

'Why suspicious?!' asked Lorenzo Berkshire, who had just arrived, his shirt half-tucked into his trousers, his hair still wet from a hasty shower.

'Because the kitchen elves looked at me strangely when I asked for them,' Blaise shrugged.

Draco Malfoy, leaning against the fireplace with an elegant glass in his hand, rolled his eyes.

'Everything you do, Zabini, is suspicious.'

Pansy Parkinson, sitting on Draco's lap (because, obviously, there weren't enough "decent" seats), let out a high-pitched laugh.

"Half of us are going to end up in St. Mungo's tonight. How exciting."

Mattheo leaned toward Elizabeth, lowering his voice as if they shared a secret.

"If Zabini starts seeing dragons dancing on the ceiling, we're out of here."

Elizabeth laughed softly, her laughter vibrating in her throat, and Mattheo looked at her as if there was nothing else in the world.

"Stop looking at me like that," she whispered, somewhat embarrassed.

"I can't." Mattheo took the glass from her hand and placed it on the coffee table. "You're much more entertaining than these idiots."

Elizabeth was about to reply when Theo dramatically launched himself into an armchair opposite them, spilling part of his glass.

"I propose a game," he announced, waving his wand to summon a spinning bottle. "Or are we too mature for that?"

"Definitely not," Lorenzo said, already pouring himself another glass.

"Perfect!" Theo rubbed his hands together. "Truth or dare. And whoever doesn't want to answer or do his dare…" He smiled like an evil genius, "takes off an item of clothing."

"What are we, Gryffindors?" Draco growled, but slumped down beside Pansy nonetheless.

Blaise raised his glass.

"I'm in. But be warned: I have no dignity to lose."

Everyone laughed, and Elizabeth felt Mattheo slide his hand slowly up her thigh under the guise of "getting settled." Slytherin, after all, knew how to play it his way.

The bottle spun in the center of the table. It went round and round, making everyone sneer at each other. Finally, it stopped, pointing straight at Elizabeth.

"Oooh!" everyone shouted.

"Truth or dare, Custer?" Theo asked, with a wolfish grin.

Elizabeth glanced at Mattheo out of the corner of her eye. He raised an eyebrow, as if challenging her.

"Dare," she said fearlessly.

Theo clapped his hands as if he'd just won the House Cup.

"You have to sit on the lap of someone other than your boyfriend for three minutes."

Mattheo, sipping from his glass, stopped.

"What kind of idiotic Gryffindor dare is that?" he snarled, glaring at Theo.

Theo just grinned.

"What's up, Riddle? Don't you trust your girl?"

Elizabeth stood up with all the theatricality she could muster, walking slowly through the laughter and catcalls. She looked at Draco. No, that would be too awkward. She looked at Blaise. Nah, it would be fun, but Mattheo would kill him. She looked at Theo. Too easy.

Finally, smiling, she sat quietly on Lorenzo Berkshire's lap, who nearly choked on his drink.

"I'm honored, truly," Lorenzo said, not daring to move a muscle.

Mattheo looked at her as if he were recording the scene in his memory… only to get revenge later.

Three endless minutes later, Elizabeth returned to her place next to Mattheo, innocent as an angel.

"Everything alright, love?" she said with a sweet smile.

Mattheo didn't respond. He just put his arm around her waist, pulling her roughly against him.

"We'll talk later," he murmured in her ear, his voice heavy with dangerous promises.

The night continued amid ridiculous challenges, stupid bets, belly-aching laughter, and looks that burned hotter than Firewhiskey.

Slytherin knew how to throw parties.

But Elizabeth knew better: Mattheo Riddle was hers. And when the party was over… it would be all his too.

As the green lights began to dim and the laughter turned to murmurs, Mattheo Riddle grabbed your wrist.

"Come here," he said softly, leading you out of the Common Room with a firm stride.

Without protest. You knew this was coming. And, deep down, you wanted it.

You went up to your room. He closed the door, and before you could say anything, he had you against the wall, his hands on your hips, his body pressed against yours.

"Did you have fun, Custer?" His voice was low, dangerous.

You smiled innocently.

"With what part? With the game? With Lorenzo?" you joked, challenging him.

A low growl escaped his throat.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

His lips descended to your neck, marking his territory with fiery kisses that made you arch against him. His breathing was heavy against your skin.

"Don't ever sit on anyone's lap again," he murmured through gritted teeth. "You're mine."

"What if you provoke me again?" you whispered, amused.

Mattheo lifted his head; his gray eyes burned.

"Then I'll have to remind you… again and again."

He kissed you then, madly, claiming you in a way that left no room for doubt. His hands ran over you as if every inch of your body was rightfully his.

"See how you want me…" he said, separating his lips from my chest and smiling wickedly.

I didn't respond, then he leaned closer to my face and kissed my lips again. Every now and then, we had to break the kiss for a second because we were short of breath.

Suddenly, I noticed Mattheo lower his hands to my thighs and begin to drag my thong down my legs, causing it to fall to the floor. Then, I grabbed his pants and unbuttoned them with great enthusiasm. I could see him smiling as I did so.

When I unbuttoned them, I also pulled down his boxers and began to caress his member with my hands. I could see how big and hard it was.

"Look how you've got me, slut," Mattheo told me, looking down at his member. While I was masturbating his member with my hands, Mattheo took a condom he had stashed away from his pocket. Then, he opened the packet and took it out.

"You put it on me," he ordered, showing me the condom. "But with your mouth…" he added with a seductive smile, looking at my lips.

I stood still, staring into his eyes for a few seconds. I could see his eyes, desperately wanting me to do it.

So I obeyed him and slowly bent down, dropping to my knees on the floor.

Mattheo handed me the condom, and I grabbed it with my hand. Then, I placed the tip of the condom over my lips, holding it.

I began to bring his penis toward my mouth and opened it slightly to let the condom in.

I slowly inserted his penis into my mouth, sliding my lips until I was almost completely inside.

Mattheo gasped as he felt my mouth touch his member, and I felt myself getting more and more choked and almost nauseous, but I finally managed to put the condom on him and pulled my mouth off of it.

"That's my bitch," he said, looking down at me.

He immediately grabbed me by the neck and lifted me back up to face him.

He then grabbed my legs and lifted them so he was holding me in his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders. Suddenly, he began to penetrate me, and I moaned softly. This time, it didn't hurt as much because I was already very wet.

At first, he started slowly, but as the minutes passed, he began to thrust harder and faster. We both moaned with pleasure and breathed heavily. It was the first time I heard Mattheo's moans, and I won't deny that they were very gratifying sounds, and they made me get wetter and wetter.

I closed my eyes as I grabbed Mattheo's hair and bit my lips in pleasure. He seemed to like it because every time he did, I gasped and he pounded me harder. The position we were in was truly exhausting, especially for Mattheo, since he had my legs wrapped around me, holding my entire body up, so it was increasingly difficult for us to stay upright and breathe.

"Mattheo… I-I can't take it anymore…" I moaned. Hearing that, Mattheo didn't say anything, but instead, he began to speed up his thrusts.

I felt a release of hormones and moaned carelessly as I felt I finally reached my climax. Mattheo came after me, and we both released all the moans we were hiding inside. It was the best feeling…

That night, between whispers, bites, and desperate caresses, Mattheo Riddle not only punished you… I adored you.

As only a Slytherin in love could: With intensity. With madness. With everything

[tateshifts]

forbidden love - battle of hogwarts - right person, wrong time - pure-blood supremacy - rivals - corrupt government - slytherin > gryffindor.

hp dr concept ~ mattheo riddle moodboard

masterlist!

[lavishl0ve]

Slytherin Group HC’s

Some silly hc’s i had and wanted to share lol (reader, pansy, theodore, mattheo, enzo, blaise, draco)

no warnings ‼️

give me suggestions on what to write next 🫶 enjoy !!

• once a week you and the group are sitting around the fireplace in the common room playing muggle board games whilst everyone else is asleep; draco, always complaining about it but is literally the most competitive.

 

• if anyone needs drugs, they go to theo. (he gives you them for free bc ur his fav).

• you & lorenzo have a sibling relationship fs, always poking fun at one another as pansy is stuck in between the two of you as y’all walk to charms.

• study sessions with blaise since he’s really the only group member which would take it serious (and also bc he’s really smart).

• skinny dipping at the black lake with mattheo when it’s late night.

• shooting knowing glances at pansy whenever something silly happens.

• Theodore giving Mattheo a bloody nose at quidditch practice by accident (he’s very competitive…) mattheo held the grudge for a while.

• giggling with your partner, blaise, in potions at draco since his potion exploded- leaving his and pansy’s hair a mess (you can hear them arguing across the room).

• mattheo and pansy’s dance battles at parties, you and theo watch on the couch laughing at them.

• deep late night astro tower talk with theo or mattheo, like- SUPER high (you guys are giggling about the stupidest stuff).

• teasing enzo to ask the girl he likes- that’s obviously into him, out

• painting pansy’s nails in the common room and accidentally spilling polish on the sofas… oops.

• enzo losing beer pong at a party and being so mad he flipped the whole table over, accidentally landing on theos foot- he released the chain of swears in english AND italian. (ouch)

• mattheo super high on acid or something, just pupils blown out as he watches you in a trance with those big brown eyes, blaise had to snap him out of it.

• forcing them to play just dance with you and pansy… it took a couple shots for everyone, except mattheo. He was ecstatic to play. 

• blaise crashing out on the sofa on game night murmuring incoherent things. 

• drunk mattheo kissing theo. 

• u and pansy helping enzo pick out a tie for the yule bc he can’t decide on two different shades of purple.

• drunk draco.. (it’s a mess).

• theo accidentally giving u the wrong drug or you taking too much- your literally motionless staring at the ceiling laying on the floor. “should we help her..?”- mattheo.

• you having to call blaise over to handle drunk pansy (u ship them together bc their literally so cute).

[hp-hcs]

Surrounded By Fucking Idiots (Chapter Two of Gay Awakening) — smitten! mattheo riddle x male! reader

TWs: implied violence

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“Dude, why is Y/n in your bed?”

Mattheo yawned, blinking up at Blaise who was standing by the side of the bed, hands on his hips and an eyebrow raised.

Mattheo’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned his head to find you—sure enough—lying on your stomach, asleep, next to him. You had one hand loosely fisted in the front of Mattheo’s shirt, and he had his tangled in your hair.

Mattheo’s mouth suddenly went dry as he tried to think of any explanation, running over a dozen half-believable fibs in his mind.

However, Blaise interrupted him before he could spin an elaborate story. “I don’t care if you’re gay, Matt. You’re my friend. Just treat ‘im right, yeah?”

“How’d you-” Mattheo licked his lips. “How’d you know?”

“I have eyes, Riddle. Now, wake up your lover boy and come down for breakfast. I’m starving.”

Mattheo let out a soft huh as Blaise walked out, shaking his head to himself and muttering something about being “surrounded by idiots in glass fucking closets.”

~~~

That day was entirely and completely odd. Your guy friends wouldn’t even make eye contact with you while your girl friends would burst out into nervous giggles when you said hello, immediately coming up with some half-baked excuse to hurriedly run off.

“Mattheo,” you mumbled as you sat down for dinner next to him at the Slytherin table, the third years next to you instantly scooting away. “Why’s everyone avoiding me?”

“I wonder,” was muttered across the table by one of the chasers for Slytherin, Adrian, who pointedly stared down at his plate rather than anywhere else. Despite that, his fresh black eye was still clearly visible.

Mattheo smiled at you, saying nothing, but tugging at the hem of your shirtsleeve.

You glanced down, turning a beet red when you realized that you hadn’t taken off his quidditch jersey—the one he’d let you borrow to sleep in last night. “Oh-”

“Yep.”

Glancing around the Great Hall, it didn’t escape your notice that the eyes of the professors’ table kept falling from your face to Mattheo’s last name on the back of his jersey, doing mental gymnastics to figure out what was even going on.

“I think you should wear my last name more often, love. Really get the message across to everyone.”

“Oh, I think they got the message already, dickhead.”

He snickered and kissed the top of your head, a smug look on his face as your classmates purposefully kept their gaze in any direction but where you both were.

The only person who seemed entirely unbothered by the situation was Blaise, who was indifferently stirring sugar into his tea. “Congrats, Riddle. You’ve just sprinted out of the closet. Admirable, certainly, albeit entirely moronic.”

“Thanks, man. I appreciate your honesty.”

“No problem. It’s what friends are for, Matty.”

You just drop your head down onto the table, groaning to yourself. “I’m the one surrounded by fucking idiots.”

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Chapter Three

[cruxxio]

Slytherin Boys' Height Chart HC

Ft. Pansy and my OC.

Mattheo is the shortest among the boys but he's still tall since all of them are above 180.

Blaise is like tall tall, someone stop this boy.

Draco and Enzo have similar height.

Emmy (my OC) is like 151, she somehow has stopped growing since fourth year.

I like to hc that they wear the uniform (without the robe) differently. Including different shoes.

Mattheo usually rolls his sleeves up but only the right one after he got the dark mark...

Only Draco, Blaise, Enzo and my OC dress rather properly. (Though Pansy and Emmy cut their skirt shorter than regulated)

Mattheo and Theo sometimes don't wear cardigan/sweaters/vest, they also don't bother to tuck the shirt in.

Delulu rambling ahead

I JUST, absolutely love their height differences ^q^) Pls I have a thing for height diff since I'm quite short myself so.

ANyways they used to have the same height when they were younger but of course the boys grew so fast. It's cute that she can't even kiss Mattheo without him leaning down or her pulling his tie down (not recommended, he'll get horny after that)

Both used to bully (affectionate) her for being so short but they also adore her because yes she's small but also feisty, she'd literally bite or punch them if they tease her for being short.

[pizzaapeteer]

pieces of life - Mattheo & Theo

I’ve been imagining what it would be like to see Theo and Mattheo just around the castle….

- walking around chatting as they have their hands in their pockets, their hair disheveled and uniforms slightly untucked, loose ties

- arm wrestling, thumb wars, head locking one another over the breakfast table in the great hall, being obnoxiously loud esp to Blaise trying to just read the daily prophet

- standing out in the transfiguration courtyard people watching with their dead stares while they smoke cigarettes and bitch about classes

- both of them always being competitive in their fitness but both struggling to climb up the astronomy tower stairs because of their shitty lungs

- the random times Mattheo has over bursts of energy and jumps on Theo’s back for him to give him a piggyback, often resulting in dragging them both down

- the two of them hanging out in the Slytherin common room into the early hours, drinking and having a deep and meaningful chat as well as pointing out how good the pranks the Weasley pull

- the two of them getting distracted in study session in the library and breaking into fits of laughter when Blaise and Draco shoot them synchronized looks to shut up right before they get all of them kicked out

- anytime one of them accidentally blows something up both equally blaming Seamus and never take the fault

- snickering in the hallways when they fling shit at first years of other houses with slingshots (literally standing up on the ledge like where Ron and Harry are in the 6th movie)

- theo trying to tackle mattheo at the beginning of quidditch practice on the ground, before Mattheo purposefully aims the bludger a little to close to theo

- purposefully luring any girls cat over to the dungeons so they can have furbaby cuddles, and make girls chase after them

- sneaking into the kitchens when Theo complains about being homesick and needing to steal some bread

- both of them always interrupting Draco whenever he tries to make a move on a girl, taking the piss and bringing up random facts about Draco as a child

- beer pong partners 100%

- throwing fake spiders at ron 24/7

- silent facial communications

- insults to one another, specifically to do with something psychical eg: Theo being called a stick and Matt being called a dirty scoundrel

- both sitting at the back of the class but often get separated

- fucking around at the beginning of DADA with stupid spells

- drawing cocks on anyone who falls asleep in the common room with a permeant spell

- whipping their towels at one another in the locker room; and trying not check one another out 👀

- taking advantage of Draco’s prefect roles to sabotage the prefects bath, sneaking girls in there to act like it’s a hot tub

- getting pent up energy before a quidditch game and yelling ‘LESGO’ ‘FUCK THESE BITCHES UP’

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[etherealily]

i have to do this once more, i'm sorry

(i'll be uploading in order of most votes to least [asks and suggestions accepted because why not?] xoxo )

UPDATES:

Finnick Odair, but you're new to the Capitol's cruelties.

Finnick Odair but it's Panem's most publicized situationship.

Tangerine from Bullet Train.

Mattheo Riddle.

Nate Jacobs but he actually respects you (derogatory).

Theodore Nott.

[sugaryplum]

the slytherin boys DEFINITELY all had at some point an obsession with chess.com, played it all day everyday and competed on who was the best one at it

[hafrenfae]

will always see aspects of tom riddle in young gregory peck