#deadly class smut

[athenaeum-simps]

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[stqrgirlie0]

‘It’s okay to love them both, I did I do’~ Katherine Pierce Me🙋🏻‍♀️

#i NEED them both🙇‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[crysttalsblog]

WELL YOU HAVENT SEEN MY MAN.

[apparentlytheproblem]

d a t i n g m a t h e o r i d d l e

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- matheo riddle

a/n: i had fun with this cause my boy is'nt even cannon and i've derived this from the show deadly class (its absolutley lovley) and im so sorry i deleted the request baby with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- unexperienced writer, not thoroughly edited

i think it would be a slowburn

i think it would take time for both of you to personally acknowledge what you both have

because Matheo Riddle is too high and mighty to have something as low and embarrassing as a highschool crush

my man will be in utter confusion why he wants to stare but looks away to act cool

like you both keep glancing at each other, for what?

y'all just ignoring each other just to avoid a zoo in your stomach

but like you know you're in love, you know he's in love, at this point everyone knows but y'all just don't admit it

because if you do, everything suddenly becomes to real

I have always had such an obsession with him

him, his face, his everything

his eyes are so pretty, they're just gorgeous and that freakin smile would just get me on my knees

I think even though he seems as the cold hearted bitch he's just so sweet to you

I've always had a thing for people who has a soft spot for me ugh

everyone hated him, loved him or wanted to be him

he was the it girl

I don't think he'd be much into playing quidditch as such

but he's pretty darn fit if i must say so myself

he'd be good in combat fighting

hence all the fights, but he'd be winnin my luv

he'd teach you how to play video games

he'd make you playlists and everything

once you both have reached that bond he'd be so obnoxious

he'd be loving, caring and everything

10/10 fr

he loves that everyone knows you're dating

this would be important as he gets jealous so easily

he's just yours and I love that

[lucifertoxics]

missing pieces: marcus lopez

| pairing: marcus lopez x reader

| genre: exes to lovers

| warnings: angst, swearing, minors dni

| word count: 1.3k

| aura's note: this fic is for @chericherilvr who has an obsession with marcus like, so girly this is for you, enjoy🫶🏻

[ BACK TO MASTERLIST ]

Ever since you and Marcus broke up, your only mechanism was singing. To say the least, you were actually good at it. That's when you found yourself with your schools band practicing a cover. Unfortunately for you, the rain started pouring soon after you finished, which forced you to stay under a bus stop.

Sadly, as you did not own a car, you had to call your brother, Billy. He said he'd pick you up, but that's when you saw Marcus car, probably a stolen one, pull up in front of the school.

The two of you dated for 3 years, until you decided to end it, without giving him any reason why. That was 5 months ago, until now, you haven't talked since. The only person that you didn't want to see right now, surely, the break up was a complicated one to say the least.

"Get in." He says. From the tone of his voice, you knew one thing, he was pissed.

"No fucking way!" You say in an annoyed voice, crossing your arms. You two are like magnets and you didn't want to be stuck in a small place with him. He was bad for you. He brings out the worst in you.

"Are you seriously going to stand out here?" He says with the same tone. Marcus knows that he is being irrational, but he can't help it. He's just mad and heartbroken right now, seeing you just makes it even worse. He hates you for breaking his heart, but he's not going to let you know that.

You roll your eyes, knowing that he has a point never the less. And you wanted to be home faster, so having an argument with him, wasn't useful. As you open the passanger door to get into the car, you look at him.

Marcus starts the car and pulls out of the bus stop, onto the road. He doesn't say anything, just drives. The windshield wipers make loud screeches as they fight to get the rain off the windshield. The heater blasts as it tries to warm up the car from the outside cold. The air makes the windshield foggy. Then suddenly, Marcus sights loudly and looks over at you. As you were looking outside the window, gathering your thoughts about what just happened.

Turning around to look at him, you decided to ask him. "What?" Looking at him with confused eyes.

Marcus just stays silent, he just stares at you, trying to gather his thoughts. You can see his anger and frustration written all over his face. He doesn't want to look at you, he doesn't wang to look at anything. He's just so angry. Finally, he breaks the silence with a blunt ask. "Why did you dump me?"

"Marcus..." You look at him and then out the window, sighting, trying to find a good way to answer his question. You hate this situation that you're in. This was not the right time to talk about the break up, not with him.

The classic answer, and the one that he didn't want to hear. He hated when things were "complicated". He hates uncertainty. He wanted an answer and he wanted it now. His grip on the steering wheel tightens as his anger builds up. "Jusf answer me, god fucking damn it!" He snaps a little at you. He doesn't like losing his cool, but he's already too far gone.

"Because i'm leaving for university..." You talk in a low tone, looking outside the window. "I got accepted into Harvard." You explain yourself to him, staring at him, hoping he understands your intentions.

Marcus felt an intense wave of jealousy wash over him as soon as you finish the sentence. He could never get into Harvard. He's not smart enough. He knows you are and that bothers him. He hates that he feels jealousy of you, but he can't help it. "So you dumped me because you got accepted into a stupid school?" He says completely ignoring the fact that you're going to Harvard.

"A stupid school? I got a full scholarship to that stupid school." You say in an annoyed tone whie looking at him, feeling that he doesn't care about your achievement. "You'll only be three hours away.." You say trying to find something positive in your departure.

"Oh three hours away, really?" Marcus says sarcastically trying to ignore the jealousy that's building up inside of him. "And i'm sure that this full scholarship is a huge achievement." He says mockingly. Marcus knows damn well the school isn't stupid and he knows how hard getting a full scholarship there is but it just pisses him off so he can't help but belittle your achievement.

"It is, Marcus! I didn't want to leave you...I didn't want to leave you in the first place. I was scared that this won't work, us, fuck i want this to work out cause i miss you." I explain myself to him on a calm tone, trying not to be affected by his words. Coming closer as you say the words "I miss you"

The words "I miss you" make him soften up, but only for a bit. He still doesn't know if he should forgive you or not, but hearing those words come out of your mouth makes his heart feel a little warmer. He slowly turns to look at you more. He reaches his hand over and places it on your thigh, giving you a gentle squeeze. Marcus likes to hide his emotions but that small act kind of gave him away.

"I missed you! You have no idea..." You lean your head on his shoulder as he drives. The truth is that you missed him. His kisses. His hugs. His affection, You were craving it.

Marcus blushes a bit as you put your head on his shoulder. He can barely believe he's allowing you to do these things. Maybe part of him is ready to forgive you...but another part of him is not. He stays silent as he continues driving, his hand firmly planted on your leg. He can't help his attraction towards you and his desire for you. The silence is getting more intense as the minutes go by.

"My brother said that long distance relationships don't always work out...so that's why i thought it's for the best...but it's only three hours..." You say sighting interlacing your fingers with his, still having your head on his shoulder.

Marcus wanted to argue and say that three hours is too much but he knows is his own jealousy getting the best of him. A small part of him, a very small part, has forgiven you for breaking his heart. He's not completely over it but he's slowly starting to terms with it. "You know, I could drive over and see your every weekend." He says finally, turning to look at you as he tries to gauge your reaction.

"Really? You would do that for me?" You look at him surprised, hy his answer. Jumping into his arms, hugging him tight, still surprised by what he said.

Marcus freezes up with surprise. He was honestly prepared for you to reject him, but now? This is...unexpected. He feels your tight embrace and a wave of butterflies washes over him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you even tighter. "You can't get rid of me that easily you know?" He says with a smile, brush a piece of hair out of your face.

"I don't wanna get rid of you." You smile, looking at him as he brushes the hair from your face. That's when you take his face in your hands, smashing your lips to his.

What was once a small wave of butterflies now turns into a tidal wave of euphoria. Marcus is swept away by the kiss, he wraps his arms arouns you and pulls you in closer. All the emotions and feelings that have built up during the car ride come bursting to the surface. He kisses you hard and agressively, like he wants to make this moment last forever.

© LUCIFERTOXICS ⎯ do not translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[mysmuttyy]

REALISATION

summary: mattheo and y/n are enemies, but he has a nightmare that makes his realise he loves her.

⚠️: death, crying, confessions, fluff

Pink: y/n | Red: mattheo.

Monday Morning.

Voices echoed around the room. The voices were heard in front of him, behind him, but not beside him. For the first time in three years, her seat remained empty, chair tucked under the desk- Just like she left it. Mattheo felt odd not having her there, but slowly, he shrugged it off, convincing himself that she’d show up any second.

The class dragged on, the doors opened and closed, but she never walked in. It was like this for the rest of the day, no one had seen her.

His overthinking won and his anxiety set in, the echo of his footsteps following him down the quiet hallways. With a mumble of the password, the doors swung open, allowing him access. The curly haired boy wasted no time in hurrying up those steps, rushing toward her bedroom. His veiny hand clutches onto the handle, knees buckling once his dark eyes spot her limp body lying in a pool of her own blood.

The whole world stops, and he feels a shooting pain coarse throughout his entire body, heart shattering into a million pieces, every ounce of happiness he possessed fading away.

People arrived and he somehow gained the strength to get up, stumbling toward the phone booth, tears streaming down his face as he dialled in her mothers number. Her sweet voice was heard on the other side, sounding just like y/n’s. He felt his heart break all over again, as this mother cried on the other side of the phone, repeatedly asking for him to be joking.

Mrs Drew, y/n’s mother, choked on her cries as she informed Mattheo about y/n’s feelings for him. She was in love with him. That’s all it took for him to fully break down, knees dropping to the floor, loud sobs filling the booth.

“I’m so sorry!” The boy cried, begging for her mothers forgiveness. She cried back, telling him never to apologise.

Monday Morning.

The great hall doors sprung open, slamming into the walls. Everybody turned to look, watching as Mattheo Riddles dark eyes scanned the crowded room. Y/n stared at the man who hated her, noticing a change in his demeanour. Today, he didn’t seem unbothered like usual, he actually seemed to be very bothered.

Once their eyes locked, he smiled, a sweet, genuine smile, one that made butterflies swarm her stomach. Her cheeks flushed red, a smile she couldn’t hide forming across her nervous face. Mattheo Riddle walked down from the doors, heading toward her. She watched, eyes following his figure, melting when his hand cupped her cheek.

Mattheo pulled her up from her chair, holding her gently, leaning in until their lips smashed together. Everything changed in that moment, there was no more darkness, it was colourful. The two felt their souls had finally come together, accepting that their meant for each other.

She pulled away from his touch, quick to question what was going on. That’s when he confessed to not only her, but the whole of Hogwarts too. “Y/n, I’m so in love with you.” He told her, holding her so tightly, too afraid to let go.

The girl giggled before him, making his heart do a backflip.

A/N; this is my first fluff, no hate pls 😂😂 also, i haven’t gone over it bc I’m too lazy n half asleep so, ignore any spelling mistakes! thank you for all the support, i love you all.

ps: i need smut ideas, send them thru xoxoxo

[honeybeejam]

i gOT TO EPISODE SIX I AM HOOTING AND HOLLERING AND BLUSHING STOP

y/n and mattheo but it’s marcus and maria’s scene 😩😩😩🤪🤪😳

[blackthunder137]

Pain cures pleasure (Mattheo Riddle x reader)

Pairing- Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Summary- after mattheo gets into a fight. you clean him up but that just leads to something steamy 

Warnings- smut, unprotected sex, fingering, humiliation kink, degradation, praise kink, switch!reader, dacryphilia, thrusting

Author’s note- was i supposed to write a blurb? yes. did i write a fic instead of that? also yes.

navigation taglist mattheo riddle masterlist

You were reading a book in your dorm room when you heard the door open and saw Mattheo with bruises all over his face and breathing heavily. You got up from your bed and rushed towards him. You made him sit down on the edge of the bed and examined him; there were bruises and cut marks on his lips and face, and everywhere was covered with blood.

You huffed and went inside the restroom to get the first-aid kit. He used to get into fights either for you or for other people who used to piss him off. You came back with the kit and started to clean up his bruises when you asked, "Do I even wanna know what happened?" to which he replied, "Blaise pissed me off," "everybody pisses you off," and you sighed as you cleaned up the last of the bruise that was on his face.

"Not you; you don’t piss me off," he replied, his eyes stern on you. Your face softened at what he said. You sigh, "Mattheo, I don’t want you to get hurt. "What if things got out of hand and you got hurt?" you asked, "but I'm not; besides, you know exactly how to make me feel better." His known smirk showed up on his face, and you playfully rolled your eyes at him and said, "Okay, I’m outta here now," but as soon as you turned around, he grabbed your wrist and pinned you towards the nearest wall.

He was so close, you couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful brown eyes—those eyes that could drive you crazy. Your lips were brushing against his, and you smashed your lips against him, breaking the tension that was building up between the two of you.

His lips tasted like those of cigarettes and blood—metallic and intoxicating. You didn't want to stop kissing him; you just wanted to kiss him more and more.

He pulled you in a little closer, leaving no space between the two of you. Your hands held his hair, playing and teasing with it while his hands fell on your ass, giving it a little squeeze and carefully unzipping your dress.

He traced your bare skin once your dress was on the ground, his hands freely roaming around your skin and sending chills down your spine.

Without breaking the kiss, he carried you to your bed and laid you down. He quickly removed his shirt and slid down his pants.

He flipped you so that your face was buried in the pillow. He tore your underwear and unclasped your bra. He roughly held your hair, and he slid inside of you, adjusting himself so he could fuck you comfortably. He groaned in satisfaction once he was comfortable, and he kept increasing his pace bit by bit.

You buried your head inside the pillow and moaned as loudly as possible.

"Harder, Ma-mattheo, please," you begged while he was fucking the shit out of you from behind. His shoulders became tense, and sweat trickled down his face.

He grabbed your hips and went inside of you a little deeper. He grabbed your neck and lifted you while thrusting with all his might at you.

Your moans and sighs were like music to his ears. The way your cheeks flushed and how you moaned his name was like a prayer, telling him to never stop. He loved this version of you, vulnerable and all his. He could do whatever he wanted.

He finally groaned as he hit his orgasm and rode his high, and he held there for another minute as if he was thinking of new ways to fuck you. After a while, his mouth fell onto every inch of your lips, sucking and biting into them. Your eyes were filled with joy, and you relished every moment of it.

He flipped so that you were now facing him. He crashed his lips onto yours, and your mouth opened a little wider so that you could give his tongue access. Your lips are perfectly entangled, moving in synchronization. Your lips were designed to be together.

You pushed him to the side, got on top of him, and kissed your way down his well-defined abs. He sighed in satisfaction as you kissed your way down; your other hand slid down to his cock, and you could already feel he was drowning in his arousal.

You pushed two of your fingers inside of him and pumped in and out of him. "You like it, baby," you whispered in his ear.

"Uhuh," he moaned, "just like that baby, just like that."

You increased your pace, and your skilled fingers knew which spots to hit to make him come. You swirled and pumped in and out of him when you knew he was closer to his orgasm. His groans and moans filled your ears. God, you could hear his moans all day. Those sensual and melodious sighs and moans. 

"Fuck baby... "I'm going to cum," he said, his voice becoming huskier by the second.

And right when he was going to hit his orgasm, you pulled your fingers from his cock, denying him his orgasm.

"This is for picking up with everyone," you smirked, getting off of him when he harshly held your hips and made him sit on his cock.

You cried out at the sudden contact. He started to move your hips, and his dick was inside of you.

"This is what you get for being a stupid bitch," he spat out, in between his groans.

You knew you made a mistake when you denied his orgasm, but you never imagined he'd have the energy to do anything.

You started to get adjusted to his size, and you picked up the pace. But his grip on your hips was too tight. 

"Mattheo, I'm sorry," you whined, as you were riding his dick with so much force that you were seeing stars. 

"Would you look at that? You want forgiveness, then ride my dick till your sweet little pussy turns red," he commanded.

Your eyes started to flood with tears from the overwhelming feeling hitting you all at once. But there was the deepest, darkest part of you that enjoyed every bit of this.

You'd already had your orgasm twice, but you couldn't stop yourself. At this point, everything seemed so blurry that you couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn't. But you did not stop.

Mattheo smirked at your condition. He saw how your breasts bounced with every ride, how flustered you were, how your cheeks flushed, and how you bit your lower lip when you were filled with satisfaction—pure and utter vulnerability.

But he couldn’t help but admire you a little; you were beautiful no matter what. He loved it, especially when you rode his cock, how your head used to arch back with every orgasm, and all the other admirable things that you did.

You could already feel your pussy getting heated up and your legs getting shaky, and you were this close to your third orgasm of the day. His cock continuously hitting your g spot. You cried out his name while you came, and his pressure on your hips loosened, and you slowly rode your high once you were done. You stayed there for another minute, trying to catch your breath, after which you rolled to the side.

You were still catching your breath, your chest heaving up and down. You could see Mattheo smirking out of the corner of your eye as you hit his arm. "Shut up," you spat out, your words barely making any sense to you.

"This is what happens when you decide to be a bitch," he stated, kissing your forehead as you drifted off to a sound sleep

[vviolets444rroses]

i have risen… and i WILL be making marcus lopez headcanons so so very soon (it’s almost summertime yall trustttt!!) if i don’t do it, you can hate me 🤗🤗

[stqrgirlie0]

mattheo riddle who always has his hand on your ass no matter what. mattheo riddle who spoils you rotten all the time, buying you your fav chocolates, flowers, lingerie sets😝, etc. mattheo riddle who will turn a little peck on the lips from into a full blown makeout sesh, anytime and anywhere.

˙⋆✮ 🖤🐈‍⬛♣️ ✮⋆˙

[crysttalsblog]

-LADYKILLER-

[apparentlytheproblem]

credit: @dear-november19 <3

M A R C U S L O P E Z M A S T E R L I S T

OR

M A T H E O R I D D L E M A S T E R L I S T

currently playing- forever favourite

annoying face

The readers on her phone relaxing after spending all Saturday on homework, and she opens tiktok and watches edits edits of her boyfriend and watches some for like hours and then he walks in- (stay with me bestie-) and she dosent notice, and she’s gotten really horny, needy and turned on *cough* maybe she goes on character ai to try to make her miss him less and she’s just super horny- he sees her watching edits of him and it’s just super smutty? [by annon]

warnings-

modern au, he's famous, smut, undergarments [help], previously annoyed reader, sitting on his face-, what are you even doing here? go study or touch grass or smthn

dating matheo riddle

just basic headcannons, there arn't any warnings, pretty sfw :)

[lucifertoxics]

jealousy, jealousy: marcus lopez

| pairing: marcus lopez x reader

| genre: situationship with a one night stand

| warnings: angst, minors dni

| word count: 1.5k

| aura's note: i had this scenario in my head for more than a month, but now i finally managed to write it, so enjoy :)

[ BACK TO MASTERLIST ]

He didn't truly think that he would get too attached to what was supposed to be a one time thing. Marcus didn't think the situationship you two had would escalate. He wanted to be the only one that could feel you, see the way the corner of your lips upturn whenever he made a small joke.

One that wanted to make you laugh at. And now that he saw you teasingly flirt with another guy, it pissed him off. He wanted to go over there and beat the shit out of the guy, and the kiss you in front of him.

You look over to him, finally hearing the doorbell ring, knowing that it was time to go to class. That's when you and the boy stop talking, as he left to go class, that's when you left to do the same thing.

He saw you leave the boy and walk away, his fingers twitched and he wanted to chase after you, but he knew he couldn't. You weren't dating. You two were just messing around and didn't label it anymore. Just casual hooking up and flirting. He was supposed to be okay with that. He leaned back on his leaning chair and groaned, burying his head in his arms and rubbing his temples. "Dammit, Marcus..."

You knew he was a jealous man, the moment he layed his eyes on you. After the class ended, you had to get to him, knowing that he was now jealous at you for talking to that guy.

Marcus was leaning on the railing, arms crossed and fingers twitching when he spotted you. his teeth were gritted as his eyebrow twitched. You can see some of the veins on his temples pop out but he was trying to keep himself from exploding. "Hey" he said, sounding rather annoyed. "Got a hot date after school then?"

You roll your eyes annoyed by his jealousy, that's when you decide to wrap your hands around his neck, carressing his cheek, pouting a bit. Hoping it can convince him to not be so mad at that guy. "I don't like him, he's kinda boring anyways."

"So you only flirt with boring men? Damn, that's a new one." He glared at you, but it faded slightly when you wrapped your arms around his neck. He felt your touch on his cheek. His lips parted when he saw you pout, and leaned a bit closer just so he'd get a reaction out of you. He didn't expect you to do that. He expected you to get annoyed, but not to pout. His eeys widened slightly. He was surprised.

"Since when do you call yourself boring." You say in a teasing voice. "And yes, maybe i was flirting, maybe i wasn't, depends on you, but if you call talking about homework flirting, maybe we should talk abour homework more." You say teasingly while giggling.

His lip twitched and he let out a soft laugh. He was trying so hard to stay angry at you. He was trying so, so hard. You couldn't hear his thoughts, but he was thinking about how much he'd love to see you pouting while he pinned you against the wall and rubbed his fingers through your curls and kissed you right there...but he was supposed to be furious. He was supposed to tell you off. "Oh so now you're a tease?" He asked playfully.

"Don't tell me you were jealous" You said pushing his shoulder playfully. "And from the way you were looking at that guy, you could have killed him right there." You said giggling, still teasing him.

"Maybe i was, hm?" He shot you a playful grin, wrapping his hand around your wrist to pull you closer. You were so small, even though Marcus was only 5'11. "And are you saying that you don't want me to be jealous? You like making me jealous?" He asked in a teasing way, and that seemed to make him less angry. He loosened his hold on your wrist and he moved a step closer. The two of you were so close together that he could breathe in the scent of your hair.

"Let's say that you look hot when you're jealous." You said breathing heavily, as soon as he was close to you. You whispered the word "hot", feeling too embarassed to say it boldly into his face. "And i like seeing you that way."

His heart raced when he heard you say that, and he had to force himself to not close the distance any further. He wasn't dating you, so he couldn't even act on the urge to kiss you. But it was a temption one. A very tempting one. "So you like seeing me jealous, huh..." His lips parted when he spoke and his gaze dropped onto your lips. He tried hard to hold back but he couldn't do it anymore, He brought his lips closer to yours.

"Mhm" You nod, still maintaining eye contact. That's when you found yourself looking at his lips, biting yours. "And possesive...it's just...hard to explain..." You said breathing heavily, wrapping your hands around his neck, leaning in.

He couldn't help but let out a soft grunt when you wrapped your hands around his neck. It was a move that was quite new, but he enjoyed how bold you were all of a sudden. His hands wandered to your waist, his head tilting a bit as you both got closer. It was like his body was taking over. A surge of excitement and adrenaline shot up as he leaned in, and after a long anticipation, his lips brushed yours.

You kissed him back, coming closer with your body to his. Playing with his hair as the two of you continued to kiss. You were on your tiptoes to manage to kiss him as he was taller than you expected.

Marcus’s hands traveled to your hips and he held you there as the two of you pressed against each other. He enjoyed the feeling of your lips on his. The taste of your tongue, your fingers twisting in his hair, the way your breath hitched as he pulled you closer to him. His lips felt so warm against yours, so soft and smooth. The adrenaline kept pumping. The rush of emotions all at once was a lot, but he didn’t care. He just cared that he was kissing you.

After the kiss, you managed to catch your breath. That's when you realised, as you looked at him, that almost everyone in the school saw the two of you kiss. Nuzzling your head into Marcus chest, feeling embarassed.

He wrapped his arms around your waist more tightly as he felt you nuzzle your head into his chest. He kissed your head a couple of times before he looked up and around the area to see if anyone was still staring. A few were, but quickly averted their eyes and just pretended that they didn’t see anything. Marcus chuckled and he pulled back, looking down at you. One side of his lips turned up into a playful grin. He raised his hands and held your chin. "Embarrassed?"

"A bit" You said looking at him. "I just wasn't sure that you would want to make this official." You said on a teasing tone, blushing a bit.

"Ah, that depends." His eyes twinkled, his hands were still curled around your chin. He was just teasing you at this point and his grin only got wider as he saw your blush. His finger traced the outline of your bottom lip. "Would you want to make it official?" He asked jokingly, as if he wasn’t the one who kissed you in front of an entire crowd…

"I wouldn't mind." You said while biting your lip, feeling embarased still keeping eye contact. "I mean we have been on and off for some time and since you don't want me to talk to other guys.." You said, feeling your words trailing off, in a teasing tone.

"Hmm, really?" He looked down at the little pout on your lips, your eyes looked quite cute when you were that way. He couldn’t say no to you, even if he was joking. The feeling of being possessive was a rush itself. He liked the thought of you all to himself. His finger traced that pouty lower lip of yours. "And are you going to be a good little girlfriend if we do?" He asked teasingly but there was a small tint of possessiveness to it.

"Maybe a bad little girlfriend." You said tilting your head, kissing his cheek. "You know i've never been a good girl."

He let out a small cough in an attempt to stop his chuckle but it escaped a little too late. He found it adorable that you were acting all tough and sassy, thinking that it’ll throw him off, but the truth is that he was enjoying it a lot. He didn’t care if you were bad. He couldn’t deny that he liked it a lot. "Maybe that’s what I want." He said, and his arms wrapped around you tighter.

© LUCIFERTOXICS ⎯ do not translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[ashtonsmonstersden]

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[blackthunder137]

Hell of a ride (M.R. x reader)

Pairings- Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Summary- Dancing with Berkshire fumes Mattheo with rage and he takes revenge in his own way.

Warnings- smut, drugs, smoking, degrading, dom!mattheo, sub!reader, fingering, unprotected sex, dark themes.

Writer’s Note- yeah…bye and thank you @nottluvr for proofreading this <33

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He felt you were a little too close to Lorenzo. Lorenzo's hands were directly over your ass and the way your hips moved to each beat. Oh, how he wished to be the one whose hands were all over you, touching every part of your body. The one he desired.

But you were dancing with fucking Berkshire simply because he asked you to.

You two attended the Ravenclaw party, which the Ravenclaws had every month. There are drinks, drugs, lovers making out, and cigarettes everywhere. Everything was fine until Berkshire requested you to dance with him. You gave Mattheo a quick sidelong glance but still went dancing with him.

He just couldn’t stand the sight. He wanted to just go out there and punch this man and take his girl with him. His face was heating up and his anger engulfed him. He clenched his fists.

"Dude, look your girl's dancing with Berkshire," said Blaise from behind.

"Shut up," Mattheo shouted, trying not to lose it.

"No wonder she doesn't want to dance with you," Blaise smirked as he looked at the two of you and then back at Mattheo.

"SHUT UP!" he yelled, slamming a table against the wall, causing Blaise to recoil and take a step back. Everyone turned their attention to the two of them, and Mattheo simply left the party.

You noticed him leaving the party and followed him. You called his name several times in an attempt to catch up with him and catch his attention.

You locked the door behind you as you entered his dorm.

"What the fuck is going on?" you exclaimed, astounded by what had recently occurred at the party.

"You have no idea now, do you?" he said sarcastically. 

"What do you mean?" you inquired, confused.

Mattheo approached you, towering over you. "Oh, you dancing with that fucking Berkshire," he said, his voice husky.

You smirked and continued, "You weren't jealous, were you?" moving towards him. Your faces are close as ever, breathing heavily and deeply while staring into one another's eyes.

“And what are you gonna do about that?”  he asked, sending shivers down your spine.

You were turned on. You just wanted to feel him inside you now. Oh god, his voice was so attractive. 

Mattheo grabbed your throat and shoved you against the wall. You winced in pain as your skin made contact with the wall.

He began kissing you, biting your lip and moving his lips to your neck. He started sucking your skin, causing you to moan. You put your hands in his hair, but he drew them away from your neck and placed them over your head.

"You can't do anything until I tell you to, slut," he commanded. You whined in response.

He carried out what he needed to finish sucking into your neck, making you moan louder and louder.

He pulled away from your neck, finding you covered in purple hickeys he made for his girl.

"Take off your dress," he ordered, letting go of your hands. You did exactly what he said.

You undressed in front of him. He became wet just by looking at you in your bra and panties. He was eager to get his hands on areas you couldn't even imagine.

"Go lie down," he said, motioning to the bed, and you did.

He then walked inside to get something. Oh, the things he'd do to you now. He was enraged and envious that you had accepted to dance with Lorenzo when your boyfriend was standing in front of you, watching.

But you couldn't deny that a part of you wanted this. The deepest, darkest part of you yearned to be fucked by him. A part of you wanted him to hurt you and wanted your legs to start shaking.

He returned with a rope and tied you to the headboard of the bed, examining every inch of your body. His lips formed a sneer as he imagined you begging for him to stop. 

You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into. 

He then removed his shirt and you were mesmerised by his toned body. You bit your lip at how hot he looked. 

"Fuck me, Matheo." to avoid sounding desperate, you exhaled.

"You're already wet for me, you little slut." He smirked as he ripped off your panties and gripped your thighs tightly, sucking into your sweet spots. You moaned in pleasure as a few tears trickled down your cheeks with each inch he got closer and closer to your orgasm. He stroked your clit and pounded his two fingers within you, in and out. He quickened his pace, and you were on the verge of having an orgasm when he removed his fingers, preventing you from cumming.

"Mattheo," you wailed as you were this close to your orgasm.

"This is what you get for dancing with him. You should be treated like a slut."

You couldn't handle it any longer. You wanted him to be inside of you. You tried to edge him by pushing your hips against his clothed dick, but he quickly reverted.

"You're such a needy little slut. Do you think you deserve this after what you did?"

"m’sorry, Mattheo... This will not happen again... I want you.  Please...fuck me." you cried.

At that he sighed and removed his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. You could see his bludge.

He slid his boxers down and thrust himself inside you, taking you by surprise. His pace quickens with each passing minute. He was pounding in and out of you. There was a cacophony of moans and groans.

"M-mattheo... so-slow down..." you managed to speak out in between his thrusting in and out of you.

He did not listen to you and instead raised his pace, even more, to punish you for dancing with Lorenzo. You made an effort to speak, but you were unable to do so. 

He loved to see the sight of you begging and crying for him to allow you to come. Your tits move up and down with every thrust, and that is what he wanted. He wanted to show you how dominant and possessive he can be over something that is his and only his.

You were getting closer to your orgasm with each increase in speed, constantly hitting your g-spot.

"m'going to cum," you moaned.

"Say you're mine," he said, bucking his hands to your hip and speeding up.

"I-I'm yours," you cried out.

He was full of your cum when you eventually let some out. You were overcome with euphoria and contentment. You sighed, and Mattheo kissed you violently simultaneously, removing the rope, and your hands finally felt free as you held and kissed him back.

You both drew back for air, panting for breath after having the time of your lives.

After a while, you could feel your legs shaking and tried to move them, but you couldn't. He did not lie when he said that he will fuck you hard.

Well, it was a hell of a ride.

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