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suugarbabe · 1 year

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Unexpected | m.r x reader

prompt: Hii! How are you? This is my first time sending an ask and I just wanted to say that I love your writings! May I ask for a enemies to lovers with Mattheo Riddle? The reader is from the golden trio and they get into an argument with a lot of chemistry and tension. Thank you and I'm sorry for my bad english.

maybe enemies to lovers, like they hate each other and then realize that they are soulmates and then have to figure out what to do. some angst but ends i fluff please

word count: ~3.8k

warnings: slight angst feeling, fluff, e2l, soulmate trope, some heavy petting

an: so there's no argument like the prompt asks (sorry) but when I started writing it just kind of flowed out this way so hopefully it's still okay.

“Go on, show us again,” Ron Weasley was shaking a turkey leg in your general direction, asking to see the words that appeared on your arm this morning. In the wizarding world, on the day you were going to properly meet your soulmate, the first sentence they speak to you, excluding their name, will appear on your forearm in their handwriting.

It was incredibly annoying to you that Ron and Hermione got this mess out of the way the first day on the bloody train. To your and Harry’s amusement, neither were originally excited about the match, but after the chaos that ensued for the four of you by the end of that year they were inseparable. Nothing brings two people closer than tragedy.

Things got even more frustrating for you when Harry and Ginny realized they were soulmates, leaving you the lone wolf in your foursome. Entering your sixth year this year you were hopeful that maybe you would finally be able to find out who your soulmate was, roughly three fourths of those leave Hogwarts knowing who they’re intended to be with, and you would rather Avada Kadavera yourself then leave your seventh year soulmateless.

You grabbed the sleeve of your jumper, tugging it up to your elbow, sticking your arm out in the middle of the table for your three friends to view. There on your arm read a singular sentence, do I intimidate you, love?

Hermione sat back on the bench, “His handwriting really is awful, whoever he is.” You scoffed at your friend, “Not exactly my biggest concern, Mione. More worried about why he thinks he would intimidate me? Who would even think that? By this point in our school life you’d think any of us were more intimidating than the majority of the student body.”

“Yeah, except Slytherin,” Harry snorted, Ron following with his own round of laughter. But you weren’t laughing, you were looking at Hermione who was sporting the same grimace and worried eyes that you were sure your face looked like.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, then looked at the two of you. “It was a joke, y/n/n,” Harry tried to ease the tension that was building. “Yeah, I mean, y’don't really think your soulmate might be…one of them,” Ron was anything but subtle with his tone of disgust, as well as his entire body turning around to face the Slytherin table.

Ron’s actions didn’t go unnoticed by a particular group of Slytherin boys. “Staring problem, Weasley? Got a crush?” Malfoy shouted across the dining hall, earning laughs and teasing hollars from his friends.

“Oi, Malfoy, got a present for you,” you stuck your hand in your school bag, pretending to roam around before pulling your hand back out and lifting it high in the air, giving Malfoy the middle finger. His face immediately turned into a scowl. The boy next to him, however, pretended to catch your gesture in the air and put it in his pocket, winking at you in the process.

You rolled your eyes, turning to Hermione who had a look of disgust on her face, “Riddle’s ego really is massive innit.” All three of your friends' heads began to nod. “I swear if he didn’t verbalize how much he bloody hated us I would think he was flirting with you y/n/n.”

“Shut it, Weasley, don’t you put that on me,” you pointed your finger at him, tone joking but words serious. He put his hands up in defense, laughing along with the rest of your friends as you all gathered your things and headed towards your first class.

Unbeknownst to you, a similar conversation was being had at the Slytherin table. “Glad to see meeting your soulmate hasn’t deterred you from trying to flirt with anything that breathes,” Pansy took a sip of her pumpkin juice, teasing the curly haired boy across from her.

“Dunno what you mean, Pans,” the dimples on Mattheo’s cheeks popping out as he smirked.

“Show us your arm again, cousin,” Draco’s words causing everyone to look at Mattheo now. The younger boy scowled, rolling up the sleeve of his dress shirt. There on his arm, in beautiful loopy script were the words you’ve got to be fucking joking.

Theo couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t know if I’ve ever seen such a foul word in such pretty handwriting.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes, pulling his sleeve back down, “Yeah, well let’s just hope the bird is someone I can tolerate.”

You let out a long groan, hands rubbing up and down your face as you leaned your elbows on your knees . Hermione was sat next to you in the common room, rubbing up and down your back, “The day’s not over quite yet, y/n/n. It wouldn’t appear if you weren’t gonna meet them today.”

“Yeah,” Ron put on his best attempt at an encouraging smile, “maybe they’re another Gryffindor and you’ll meet them before we go to bed.” Harry nodded next to him in agreement.

You stood up, grabbing your jumper off the arm of the couch and throwing it on, “M’gonna go for a walk.”

Hermione’s lips downturned, “It’s nearly curfew.” You sighed, looking over at Harry. “I’ll go get my cloak,” he sighed, standing and walking quickly to his dorm room.

After Harry’s return you thanked him, spending an extra twenty minutes convincing Hermione that you would be the utmost cautious and affirmed to Ron that you would stash the cloak if you were to be caught.

Now you were quietly climbing the stairs to the astronomy tower. When you got to the top, you did a quick look over the railing. With no sign of Filch anywhere you dropped the cloak, laying it on the floor so you didn’t have to sit on the bare ground.

As you got comfortable you dug in your shirt, pulling out a spliff. Hermione would murder you if she found out you smoked, however the year you all had to study for your O.W.L’s, you were so stressed you ended up buying from Theo Nott.

He promised to keep it to himself and you promised it was a one time thing, but you found yourself buying from him every couple months. You weren't sure if she would be more disappointed in your smoking, or you interacting with someone in the forbidden Slytherin group.

You mumbled a short incendio before taking a long drag. You blew the smoke out slowly, watching it ripple through the air and up into the night sky. You looked up at the stars, knowing the day was likely to be over soon and wondering if you were the only witch that was destined to not run into their soulmate like everyone else.

You were lost in your thoughts and self pity. So much so you didn’t even hear someone come up the tower steps until they hit the top. You scrambled to your feet, ready to cover yourself with the cloak when you realized it wasn’t Filch, but a boy instead.

The dark of the night made it difficult for you to see exactly who it was at first, that and the fact that every time he took a step forward you seemed to take a step back until your back was against the stone wall. When he finally stepped into the light, your breath caught in your throat. Standing in front of you, signature smirk adoring his face was Mattheo Riddle.

You stayed rigid against the wall as he got closer to you. His fingers brushed yours as he took the spliff, bringing it up to his lips and inhaling. His eyes never left yours as he turned his head slightly, blowing the smoke into the night. His eyes traveled over you, taking in your black sleep shorts and house jumper. When he looked at your face again he locked eyes with you, almost like he was trying to read what was going on in your brain.

“Do I intimidate you, love?” The words seemed to leave his lips without a second thought and you felt like your chest was going to cave in. There was just no way, absolutely bloody not that he said those words, the words you had been anticipating someone to say all day. Him of all people that could’ve spoken them.

He raised his eyebrows at you, clearly looking for you to answer. Instead of some sputtering response of nervousness like Mattheo was expecting, your face just dropped.

“You’ve got to be fucking joking.” Mattheo’s face went white after you responded, and that was all the evidence you needed to confirm that Mattheo fucking Riddle was your soulmate. He hated you. You hated him. How could two people that despise each other be destined to be soulmates?

"What are you even doing up here?" You crossed your arms over your chest, sitting into your hip. His smirk only seemed to grow, "I think the better question is what are you doing up here, partaking in drugs no less? Little miss golden girl."

You rolled your eyes, "What's that supposed to mean, Riddle?" Mattheo's jaw clenched, "It's Mattheo. And you know what it means. Wonder what everyone would think if they knew little miss perfect liked to come up to the astronomy tower to get high."

"Why would anyone believe you over me?" You were acting a little cocky now, but Mattheo was right in the aspect that you and your friends were seen in an overall more positive light than he and his.

However the look on Mattheo's face made you think he knew something you didn't, "I guess I could just have your dealer tell everyone, or are you buying from someone besides Nott these days?"

He was irritating you on purpose now. You grabbed the spliff back from Mattheo, going to sit where you were before but now leaning your forehead against the railing, “This is got to be some kind of mistake.”

Mattheo could only snicker as he went to sit next to you, hanging his arms over the raining as he looked over the grounds, “S’destiny love, no mistake about it.”

“Thanks so much, you’re being really encouraging about this whole thing,” you rolled your eyes, holding your hand out to him. He took it from you, filling his lungs with smoke again, passing it back and forth throughout the conversation.

Mattheo shrugged his shoulders, “At least we’re both fit.” You snorted at this, “Who said I thought you were fit?” He scoffed, “Please, I’ve seen the way you ogle me.” You found yourself laughing, a true full belly head thrown back laugh before you looked at him and he thought the smile you were wearing was actually kind of cute, “How would you know that unless you were ogling me, hmm?”

Mattheo opened his mouth to respond, but found he couldn’t come up with a good enough excuse before you were speaking again. The sigh you let out let him know how stressed you really were, “Our friends are not going to like this.”

He nodded, smoke billowing out of his mouth as he spoke, “Merlin, no. They’re going to bloody hate it. But s’not like it was really our choice.” You knew he was right, and you knew he was trying to be comforting, but the tone in his voice let you know that he was just as worried to let his group of friends know as much as you were.

You opened your mouth to respond to him when you heard the all too familiar jingle of Mrs. Norris’ collar sounding like she was ascending the stairs. Your eyes grew wide as you and Mattheo both jumped to your feet. It looked like Mattheo is contemplating jumping over the tower railing when you grab his arm to push him flat against the stone wall.

He looked at you with utter confusion as you grabbed the cloak before turning around and pushing your back flush against his chest. “What are you-”

“Shut it,” you cut him off, indicating to him to wrap his arms around your waist as you threw the cloak over the pair of you. As the cat walked on to the tower landing you felt Mattheo’s arms tighten around you, doing his best to pull you impossibly closer.

He was decently taller than you, having to duck down slightly so the cloak covered you both properly. His face was tucked in close to your neck. His breath warm and tickling your skin as Filch followed after his beloved pet, glancing around for anything out of place.

When he was satisfied, Filch turned around to leave, letting his cat lead the way. You waited a few beats, making sure they were nearly to the bottom of the staircase before pulling the cloak off the two of you and pushing Mattheo’s hands off of your body.

“Thing comes in handy, that,” he pointed to the cloth in your hand. You chucked, “Yeah, m’sure your lot would get a lot less detentions if you had one.” Mattheo rolled his eyes, “Yeah, we can’t all be like the golden quartet.”

You scoffed slightly at this as you headed down the stairs, Mattheo close behind you, “We didn’t give ourselves that nickname, you know.” He couldn’t help but laugh, “Yeah but m’sure you all don’t mind it. Definitely gets you some favoritism.”

You stopped at the end of the corridor, Mattheo running into your back at the action and cursing. You turned to face him, “You know, my friends and I have endured a hell of a lot of shite over the last couple years, maybe we deserve a little break when we’re actually able to do normal bloody teenage things.”

As much as you were trying to be harsh with him, be the slightest bit intimidating, his height gave him all the advantage. Mattheo knew what you meant, what you were saying without saying the words themselves. “I’m not like him. Don’t clump me in your same category of hatred. He’s done things to me too,” his eyes reflected a bit of hurt as he spoke and you knew he was telling the truth.

Everyone in school assumed Mattheo was just like his father, held the same ideals and wanted the same things for the wizarding world. The look you were seeing on his face told you otherwise. Your frustration quickly fizzled, instead turning into something closer to pity, “M’sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he deadpanned, “Let’s just get back to our common rooms.” You walked together in silence until you had no choice but to split off. You agreed to meet each other in the courtyard during lunch the next day and you were racking your brain on how you were going to break this news to Harry, Hermione and Ron.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. When you broke the news to your friends about who your soulmate ended up being it wasn’t exactly well received. Hermione was worried, but understanding of the fact that you had no choice in the matter. Harry was upset, but again was trying his best to be mature and said he wouldn’t interfere with you spending some time with Mattheo to get to know him better. Ron took it the worst, which you wished surprised you but he did have a flair for the dramatics.

You were first waiting for Mattheo on a bench in the courtyard, but you couldn’t stop your legs from bouncing, therefore you found a place beneath a tree, attempting to read the same three lines of a book Hermione had loaned you the other day.

When Mattheo found you and finally sat down next to you, you shut your book immediately, letting out a sigh of relief, “Oh thank Godric, you’re here.” It didn’t go unnoticed by you the way a pair of dimples christened his cheeks, “Miss me already, pretty girl? S’barely been twelve hours.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly, trying to resist the pink that tinted your cheeks at the nickname he used, “Not at all, I’ve been sitting here for the better part of twenty minutes, mind you. Thought maybe you decided to ditch me.” Mattheo shrugged, “M’always late. You’re gonna have to get used to that. And I would never ditch you, we’re soulmates, love. You’re stuck with me for life.”

He had a childlike grin on his face when he said that latter part and you couldn’t help the slight notion of butterflies that seemed to flutter in your stomach or the smile that appeared on your face.

All last night you thought it was going to be difficult to fall for Mattheo, but maybe the universe knew something when it paired you two together.

“So how did your friends take the news?” You tried to keep voice neutral, but you really were worried about their responses. Mattheo leaned back against the tree, “They were shocked for sure, Draco took it the hardest. He was more worried about having to spend more time with Potter than me being with you though. Told him that would probably be more rare than he anticipated. W’bout yours?”

You nodded, “Not as bad as I thought, actually. Mione was understanding, as always. Harry was actually pretty good about it, but very skeptical. Ron actually took it the worst, but he’s just protective. Basically like me brother.”

“How d’ya mean?”

You leaned back against the tree yourself, shoulder to shoulder now with Mattheo. You could feel the heat radiating off of him and you wondered if his skin was always warm to the touch, “Both my parents are aurors so they travel a lot. They didn’t think it was safe for me to go with them, so Ron’s mum offered for me to stay at theirs whenever it was needed. Turns out it was needed more times than not growing up.”

Mattheo nodded, listening intently as you spoke. You both started asking surface questions about each other; favorite color (he said black), favorite hobby (quidditch), favorite class (free period).

When both your friend groups came looking for you after lunch period Mattheo asked if you would go to Hogsmead with him over the weekend. You agreed, finding yourself wanting to get to know more about him. Over the next two months you went to Hogsmead with Mattheo at least one day during each weekend.

You slowly learned that his favorite candy was fizzing whizbees, having to stop at Honeydukes every trip for him to grab some. You learned that he was actually very intelligent even though he tried to seem like he wasn't, as he was passing all of his classes even though he skipped half of them. You learned that even though Draco was older than him, he felt like an older brother to his cousin. And maybe your favorite thing that you learned, purely on accident, was that if you squeeze just above his hip that he was incredibly ticklish.

Throughout all of this you still hadn’t kissed. You kept telling yourself (and your friends) that you didn’t want to, but the more time you spent with him, the more you found yourself yearning for it. There were times of lingering touches; his hand on your lower back as he guided you into a building, his fingertips brushing yours as you walked, his leg pressing against yours while you sat next to each other in the courtyard or at the Three Broomsticks.

Hermione, the ever observant friend that she was, noticed your shift in attitude towards Mattheo even before you did. So when she cornered you in the common room, demanding you tell her your true feelings it was almost a relief to let it all out.

“I think I might actually like him, Mione. Like, I know that sounds like something an insane person would say, that they like Mattheo Riddle, like romantically, like someone who isn’t just some daft bimbo, but there's just so much more to him that he lets people see.”

Hermione can’t help but laugh, “I get what you mean. Harry and Ron are coming around, you know. They see how happy you look when you’re with him.”

You tilt your head slightly at this, “What do you mean how happy I look?”

Hermione just shakes her head with a smile, “Like you’re with your person.” You can’t escape the blush that creeps up your neck and covers your cheeks. Hermione’s giggling at you now, “Have you still not kissed him yet?”

You scoffed, “Godric, no.” She pushed your shoulder playfully, “Well why not, y/n/n? Don’t you want to?”

You looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers, “I mean…I think so? But he just hasn’t really…gone for it, you know?”

She nodded in solidarity, “Oh I know, trust me. I had to make the first move with Ronald. Maybe you have to do the same thing?”

You contemplated her words. They invaded a space in your brain for the rest of the night, then the rest of the next morning, and through dinner, and even now as you stood leaning against the railing in the astronomy tower waiting for Mattheo to meet you.

When you heard him coming up the steps you turned only to see him with the sweetest smile on his face. “Hey pretty girl,” he greeted as he enveloped you in a hug. “Hi, Teo,” you had donned the nickname on him your third or so time at Hogsmead. He gave you a good squeeze before letting go, his arms still lingering on your waist with yours around his neck, “What’d you wanna talk about?”

His question was innocent, no implications in his voice that he expected anything beyond you wanting to see him. With Hermione’s advice in the back of your head you knew you needed to just act, as any more talking might lead to you psyching yourself out.

You slid your hands down from his neck, grasping lightly to the lapel of his blazer. He raised his eyebrows slightly at the action, the smallest of smirks on his face.

Without giving yourself time to overthink you pull him into you, lips crashing against yours. He’s shocked at first, but just for a moment before he responds, walking you back until you’re pressed against the stone wall.

One of his hands slides up your body, ghosting over your stomach and the valley of your breasts before settling lightly on your neck. The implication of the hand gesture makes you whimper slightly and Mattheo takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Your hands find his hair, tugging lightly at the curls.

When he finally pulls away you find yourself chasing his lips and he smiled at the reaction. “I think I could kiss you forever,” his forehead is resting against yours, lips still so close you can feel his breath on your own. “Yeah?” you laugh a little, smile only increasing when he presses a kiss to your cheek, “Yeah, pretty girl. Forever.”

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nottsbitch · 1 month

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T.N.

Dating Theo Nott

#slytherin boys #theo nott fic #theo nott imagine #theo nott #theo nott one shot #matteo riddle #tom riddle #harry potter #harry potter fandom #golden trio era #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #enzo berkshire

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oregano-stars · 1 month

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My favourite thing about this fandom is that the canon story has so many characters that are just bad guys - no explanation, no questions, they’re just bad. But this fandom takes those characters and loves them and adds backstory and reasons why those characters mad those “bad” decisions because no one is born a “bad guy” right? Not Reggie, not Barty, not Bella, not even Tom :) And the idolized and well-renowned characters like Dumbledore? We take them down a notch, because no one is born perfect either. I love that. It makes it all feel so much more human and approachable and accepting.

Reblog if you feel the same! I feel like this aspect of the fandom needs some love :)

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lilyslark · 2 months

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how fitting is it that lily evans, a muggleborn witch, was the one to bring down voldemort? how fitting is it that her love invoked ancient magic, when voldemort didn’t even believe that she had the right to perform magic? how fitting is it that she vanquished his powers through her sheer love for her half-blooded son?

and she was just about the most defiant muggleborn witch imaginable. this is a girl who watched her muggleborn friends being targeted and refused to stay silent, even to her best friend. this is a girl who rejected a pureblooded boy because he was an arrogant bully. this is a girl who defended her best friend against two purebloods, but wasn’t afraid to drop him when he exposed his true bigotry. this is a girl who had the audacity to fall in love with the same pureblooded boy who had never stopped loving her. this is a girl who loved “blood traitors” and werewolves and her muggle family as much as she loved anyone else.

this is a woman who joined the order of the phoenix to fight for others like her. this is a woman who defied voldemort three times alongside her husband. this is a woman who never gave up on her muggle sister. this is a woman who loved her “blood traitor” husband and her half-blooded son with everything she had. this is a woman who was reduced to nothing more than a “silly girl” (dh 344) and a “cockroach” (dh 739) by voldemort, even as he overlooked her most powerful form of magic.

and how heartbreaking is it that the wizarding world never truly understood her impact? harry may have been their “savior”, but it was lily who brought the end of the first war. it was her love that guided harry and helped him to finally defeat the most powerful dark wizard in the world.

lily evans-potter, the unsung savior of the wizarding world.

#lily evans #lily evans potter #lily potter #potter family #james potter #jily #hjp #the order of the phoenix #voldemort #lord voldemort #tom riddle #marauders #marauders era #harry potter #hp

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rainyreading · 1 month

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Can you do one where the reader is a virgin and Mattheo doesn’t know, so when they go to do it for the first time she gets scared but Mattheo promises to be slow and gentle? Can there be aftercare too?

Only if you can! Thank youuuu!

First Time

Mattheo Riddle x Fem!reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings: smut, p in v, aftercare 18+ only

**reader and Mattheo are in college**

a/n: thank you for requesting, hope this is ok, sorry if it’s terrible.

(not my gif)

Since you were a virgin you had no clue as to what sex was like. It didn’t stop you from being curious though. You often wondered what your first time would be like. It wasn’t like you weren’t horny. It’s just you’ve never gotten the chance. Now that you were older you felt like you were ready.

For your first time you wanted it to be special and with someone you trusted. You were anxious to finally experience what everyone seems to rave about. You were really nervous but also excited.

Mattheo was one of your good friends. Mattheo has actually been pining after you since forever and you were absolutely clueless. Mattheo thought you were perfect in every way. He often daydreamed what it would be like to be with you.

You were in the library doing some studying when Mattheo sauntered in. He saw you in the corner with your face in books and immediately went up to talk to you. “Hey stranger,” Mattheo greeted.

“Shhh you’re in the library,” you whisper yelled.

“Right sorry, what are you up too?” He whispered.

“Just studying.”

“Mind if I sit?” Mattheo asked.

“Go ahead.”

You knew you weren’t gonna get any studying done with him here to distract you. So you closed your books and gave him your undivided attention. “What’s up?”

“Nothing I just wanted to see you,” Mattheo spoke.

“We’re friends right?” you questioned.

“What do you mean? Of course we are,” Mattheo replied.

“Ok so can I ask you a personal question?”

“Yeah, what is it?”

You took a deep breath. You were nervous to ask such a question but you wanted to know. “Do you hook up with a lot of people?” you asked shyly.

“What? Why?” Mattheo was shocked.

“I’m just curious.”

“I mean I hook up with a fair amount of people,” Mattheo was honest but confused as to why you were asking.

“Would you ever hook up with me?” you cringed at yourself for even asking but you had to make a move or you were gonna go insane.

“I mean yeah I would, why not?” Mattheo tried to act nonchalant, but on the inside he was trying not to sound so eager.

You grinned. Maybe this would ruin your friendship and there is no turning back but you didn’t care. You wanted this. You needed this. So, you took Mattheo up to your dorm and planned to loose your virginity.

“Can I kiss you?” Mattheo asked.

“Y-yeah.”

It felt like time stood still. Mattheo had dreamed of this for ages and it was finally happening. He cupped your face and crushed his lips against yours. The kiss was frantic and hungry. Mattheo was excited to kiss you. You were a little bit nervous.

Your lips were caressing each others. Mattheo swiped his tongue against your bottom lip. You opened your mouth so he could enter. You were making out when you felt warm all over. Mattheo’s heart was palpitating. He reached down and squeezed your ass.

When you needed air you pulled away and smiled. Mattheo tugged at your shirt silently asking for permission to take it off. You nodded and removed your shirt. Mattheo gawked at your chest. You were wearing a black lace bra and he just about passed away.

Mattheo took off his shirt and you were met with chiseled abs. The two of you were just staring at each other. It was like you were the only two people in the world. Your thoughts were consumed by him. Then the two of you went on the bed.

“Can I remove your bra?” Mattheo asked.

“Yes.”

Mattheo unclipped your bra with one hand and you slid your arms out of the straps. You tossed it on the floor. Mattheo was ogling your chest. He’s never seen such perfect tits. He leaned down and attacked your chest with kisses.

You took a deep breath. It was new to you being exposed like this and you were only gonna get more exposed. You were starting to get really nervous for what was to come.

Mattheo took off his shirt. Then he unbuckled his pants and slid them off. He took off his boxers and his hard cock sprang out. He used his hands to pump his cock.

“Mattheo wait,” you pleaded.

“What is it princess, are you ok?”

“I um I’ve never- Im a virgin,” you said quietly slightly embarrassed.

“Oh baby that’s ok. I promise I’ll be slow and gentle. Do you trust me?”

“I- yes I do, I’m just scared.”

“Take a deep breath,” Mattheo instructed. “Are you ready f’me?”

You took a shaky breath, “mmhm.”

Mattheo took off your skirt and panties after getting your blessing. Then Mattheo pushed into you painfully slow going inch by inch. The feeling was foreign to you. You’ve never felt anything like it before. It hurt. You hissed at the pain.

“I’m sorry I’m so sorry my love, it should start to feel better soon,” Mattheo apologized.

Mattheo let out a loud moan because you were unbelievably tight. He knew he wasn’t gonna last long at all. Your walls were pulsating around him.

“Is it okay to move?” Mattheo asked.

“Yeah.”

Mattheo slowly pulled out and then slid back in. He set a steady pace but was still incredibly gentle. Eventually the pain started to fade and it started to feel good. Mattheo stopped moving and stilled inside you for a moment.

“Give me a second i’m trying to commit this body to memory.” Mattheo said scanning your body.

Then Mattheo started to move again. He looked down at where your bodies were connected and sighed. He was feeling euphoric. He didn’t take it lightly that he was your first. He was honored. He wanted to make it special and perfect for you.

“Oh god!” you moaned.

Mattheo reached down between your bodies and started rubbing slow circles on your clit. You let out a gasp. “Feel good baby?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re so beautiful. feel like a dream. I can’t get enough,” Mattheo rasped.

A dark part of Mattheo felt like he was corrupting you. That he was taking away your innocence. He tried to push those thoughts out of his mind.

Mattheo rocked his hips into yours. You felt some pressure building up in your stomach and it felt weird. You didn’t know what was happening.

“Mattheo, I feel funny,” you whispered shyly.

“Oh honey it’s ok. You’re getting close that’s all.”

With a few more thrusts you felt the band in your belly snap. Your orgasm burst through you and you came hard. It felt amazing. You were in awe of your body. You felt all tingly and floaty. Mattheo was close behind you.

“Where do you want my cum?” Mattheo asked.

“Wherever you want,” you panted.

“If you give me a choice i’m gonna cum inside you,” Mattheo groaned.

“Okay.” You blinked up at him.

And when you were looking at him like that how is he expected to not loose control.

With a grunt Mattheo spilled his load inside you, filling you up. He fucked his cum deep inside you riding out both of your highs.

Then Mattheo carefully pulled out. You let out a whine when he did so. “It’s ok sweet girl, I’m right here,” Mattheo cooed.

“Let me go get a towel.” Mattheo went into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. He came back and started to clean you up by wiping your sensitive area. You whimpered because you were overstimulated.

“Almost done,” Mattheo updated you.

You were starting to get tired and worn out from the days events. Mattheo finished cleaning you up and got an idea on what to do next. He thought a shower together would be nice.

“Do you want to take a shower with me?”

“Okay.”

Mattheo carried you bridal style into the shower. He turned on the warm water. The water was good for your sore muscles. Mattheo carefully dotted on you and washed your body along with your hair.

You felt relaxed. Mattheo was kind and caring washing you with soft hands. When the water turned cold is when you two decided to get out. There was a big fluffy towel waiting for you when you got out.

Mattheo dressed you in your pajamas and put on his boxers. The two of you laid down and cuddled for a while, just enjoying each others presence and touch.

“How was it?”

“I liked it, it was amazing, thank you” You responded.

“I’m glad,” Mattheo replied.

Mattheo was rubbing circles on you back as you laid on his chest. You ran your fingers through his hair. Mattheo lit up a cigarette to smoke while you were cuddling.

“I’m glad you were my first,” you stated.

“Shit baby, you can’t stay stuff like that i’m gonna get hard again,” Mattheo told you.

You simply giggled.

“Can I give you a massage?” Mattheo asked.

“Oh course.”

You positioned yourself in front of Mattheo so he could get to your back. Mattheo rubbed out all the knots in your shoulders. He also ran his fingers down your back making you feel good and relaxed. It was fantastic.

Sex was everything you imagined and more. And you did it with a person you cared a lot about. Mattheo will probably never forget the night he took your virginity. It’s engraved in his mind forever.

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ageofstarkey · 1 year

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blood and cuts ✰ m. riddle

summary: matthéo gets into (another) fight, and you’re there to clean him up

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

warnings: mentions of mild injuries, nothing else rlly?

notes: hi!! this is the tiniest little blurb ever but i’m down horrendous for mattheo n i think it’s cute so i’m posting!! i also spelled his name as matthéo (pronounced ma-tay-o) bc i headcanon him as french lmfaooo - anyways!! enjoy!!

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you look at matthéo with a soft sigh. “again?” his handsome face is spattered with blood and cuts, and there’s a dark bruise forming around his right eye. tentatively, you step forward, taking his face softly in your hands. you roll his head gently from side to side, intently assessing the damage. another sigh. “i wish you’d stop fighting every person who looks at you wrong”

matthéo grins in that devilish way he always does, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. he immediately follows it with a soft swipe of his thumb, gathering the small smear of blood he’d left in his wake. “would you believe me if i said he deserved it?”

“they almost never deserve it, théo.”

he shrugs, settling his hands on your hips. “i tend to disagree.” then he’s tugging you swiftly against him, coaxing an involuntary little squeal from your throat. “i honestly think you would’ve swung on the poor git if you’d been there.”

you roll your eyes fondly, sliding your hands around to the back of his neck. “tell me about it while i clean you up, hm?”

matthéo grins at you tenderly, leaning forward to kiss you again. this time, he lingers a little longer, and you can taste his blood on your lips when he pulls away. “deal”

#eeee i just started posting my writing so please be nice!! <3 #ageofstarkey writing <3 #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle fanfic #mattheo riddle blurb #harry potter #slytherin boys #slytherin boys fanfic #slytherin boys x reader #draco malfoy #tom riddle #the golden era #harry potter fanfic

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mrstellmeafuckingsecret · 1 month

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guys walburga is older than tom i can imagine the rise of voldemort and walburga's like ? wha? who? ohhh that weird kid? he had like no friends lmao ,,, fucking half breed ,,, he tried to stick w us and we shoved him in a closet & charmed him quiet for like 3 hours when he was like 12 . @ alphard didnt u have the hots for him . what ? join him ? WORK FOR HIM ? 💀💀 that's funny . but maybe i can go have tea w him and remind him how he had a crush on druella . idk why . i was hotter

#mauraders #mauraders fan #dead gay wizards from the 70s #sirius black #sirius orion black #pre mauraders era #pre mauraders #walburga black #walpurga black #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #voldemort #lord voldemort #young voldemort #young tom riddle #druella rosier #alphard black #death eaters #bye what tags do i add

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reine-de-la-lune · 6 months

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When Tom fell in love with Harry, he thought he had fallen ill

But when Harry fell for Tom, he thought he'd gone mad

#harry potter #young voldemort #voldemort #lord voldemord #tom riddle #tom x harry #tomarry #incorrect golden trio quotes #golden trio era

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veryberryjelly · 1 year

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THINIKING ABT THE READER LOVING MATTHEO RIDDLES ABS ARMS VIENS

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

honestly same.

i picture laying in his dorm waiting for quidditch practice to be over cause you haven't seen him in a couple days.

he comes up drenched in sweat from practice and you cannot even understand the first few words he says cause you're just so focused on the way his shirt has ridden up above his navel.

" a bit distracted there, beautiful ? "

" no..."

but he can see the blush he has created on your cheeks, which only gets worse when he pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to the floor, practically jumping onto the bed beside you.

before you can even comprehend how sexy he looks like this he kisses you and you practically melt into the sheets.

your hands travel down his chest to his stomach and your fingers run greedily over the dips that define his abs.

" missed you " you mutter against his lips.

" me or my abs "

" you don't want me to answer that question "n

#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 #·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle #golden trio #golden trio incorrect quotes #golden trio era #golden trio fanart #golden trio rp #harry potter rp #harry potter fanart #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter movies #harry potter fandom #harry potter

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7s3ven · 18 days

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HARRY POTTER... masterlist

[ full masterlist ]

who i write for ,

Harry Potter - Slytherin gang (fancast too), Golden trio, Tom Riddle, Cedric Diggory, Weasley twins

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tom riddle... OBSESSION

IN WHICH… Tom Riddle is partnered with a Gryffindor for potions. He expects them to crush every assignment sent their way, but what he doesn’t expect is him falling in love.

theodore nott... ONE CUP OF COFFEE

IN WHICH… Theodore Nott can’t stand the idea of actually falling in love but he finds himself questioning his choices after a rather comforting conversation with a Hufflepuff.

theodore nott... THE IDEA OF US

IN WHICH… the saddest thing in a relationship is knowing you met the wrong person at the wrong time yet you still can’t let them go.

theodore nott... BACK TO THE START

IN WHICH… theodore nott is dating the perfect girl, yet prefers to keep her hidden from his friends.

'23 CHRISTMAS SERIES

tom riddle... LAST CHRISTMAS

IN WHICH… Tom can’t fall in love, he shouldn’t fall in love. So why does he love Y/N L/N with her yellow robes, doe eyes, and her obsession with snow so much that he’d kill anyone in his path to get to her?

( last christmas - wham! )

harry potter... BUY ME PRESENTS

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N’s situationship, Matteo Riddle, isn’t the best boyfriend material and when he forgets to buy her a Christmas present, she finally breaks it off. Luckily, she knows someone who’ll do everything Matteo didn’t.

( buy me presents - sabrina carpenter )

oliver wood... ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU

IN WHICH… Nothing would make Oliver Wood happier than getting a new broom as his Christmas present. That, or Y/N Malfoy finally noticing him. When the two collide at Hogsmeade, Oliver is overjoyed. Perhaps this Christmas, he’ll get two gifts.

( all i want 4 christmas is u - mariah carey )

cedric diggory... CINDY LOU WHO

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N helps her crush and longtime best friend, Cedric Diggory, get with another girl. Deep down, she knows she’ll never be the bright and bubbly girl Cedric wants. She’ll always be the cunning snake with a knack for starting fights.

( cindy lou who - sabrina carpenter )

draco malfoy... SANTA, TELL ME

IN WHICH… Draco Malfoy no longer enjoys Christmas, especially not when he has to stay at Hogwarts while all his friends are gone. But a certain bright-eyed Hufflepuff is glad to keep him company.

( santa, tell me - ariana grande )

#theodore nott x reader #enzo berkshire #draco malfoy #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle #golden trio era #pansy parkinson #theodore nott #matteo riddle #matteo riddle x reader #fred weasley #ron weasley #george weasley

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suugarbabe · 1 year

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the 'anything but' party | m.r x reader

prompt: it’s a gryffindor (maybe) party but it’s acc a theme party. the theme is dressing up as another house and reader (not a slytherin) borrows some of the boys’ quidditch clothes (like a bomber jacket or a jersey) and theo/mattheo get super jealous even though reader and him aren’t together. but it’s like he’s been after her for the whole year but she likes to play hard bc he normally doesn’t have to make any effort to have whoever girl he wants at his feet, and she doesn’t want to be just another girl, if you get what i mean? so she just shows up wearing another guys’ name and he goes feral.

word count: 2.2k

warning: angst, smut, heavy smut, 18+ MDNI!!

You were okay with parties. You weren’t ever overly obsessed with them, but the party tonight you were particularly excited about. It was a theme party. The theme being any house but your house. Very typical of the Gryffindors to throw something that will likely cause absolute chaos, but you were here for it.

You threw on the jersey you had borrowed from Enzo Berkshire. You had a few classes with him and was even partnered with him in potions last year. When you heard about the theme he was the first person you went to. You asked if you could borrow his jersey for the party and he was more than willing to loan it out to you.

As you threw it on it fell to about mid thigh. You thanked Merlin for Enzo’s height because now you could just wear his jersey as a dress. You turned to Luna, who had borrowed a bomber jacket from Blaise, “How do I look Lunes?”

She tilted her head, smiling and clasping her hand together, “You look marvelous! I think it would’ve suited us well to be sorted in to Slytherin.”

You laughed a little, “Yeah, I do quite like how I look in green.” Your thoughts drifted to another Slytherin that would be able to accommodate your new favorite color.

“Thinking about Mattheo?” Luna’s voice cut into your internal monologue and your cheeks instantly flamed.

You did your best not to stutter over your words, “I don’t, erm, I mean why do you ask?”

In very Luna fashion, she made no comment about you being flustered, her voice fluttering out like a feather with simple observation, “I only ask because it’s obvious that he likes you very much. It’s quite sweet, really. Are you going to finally tell him that you like him as well?”

You couldn’t help but stare at her dumbfounded. You figured your constant rejections to Mattheo’s advances made it appear to everyone that you did not reciprocate his feelings. That wasn’t actually the case, but you wanted to make him work for it.

Girls came far too easy for Mattheo, basically throwing themselves at him. It was vomit inducing to you at times, how blatantly obvious they would be and how he essentially cherry-picked whatever girl he was feeling that particular moment.

You weren’t going to be one of those girls, you absolutely refused it. So when you first noticed Mattheo staring at you at the beginning of the year, you just rolled your eyes anytime they connected to his.

The first time you did this, his eyebrows shot to the ceiling, not used to this type of response from a woman. When he tried to stop you after class, you quickly shot your hand up before he could even get a word out, “Not interested, Riddle.”

He was met with a chorus of “ohhhh’s” from his friends, which likely died down quickly due to a glare or threat from the scorned man. He tried again after that…and just about every other day from that first moment you rejected him until this morning.

You weren’t blind, you knew Mattheo was attractive. Hell, you’ve known since the bloody sorting ceremony in first year. But the way that all of the girls swooned over him, and how he so obviously ate it up, you vowed to never be that girl.

So for the last six years, you never really paid him any mind. You knew he was there, you knew his reputation, but he never really consumed your thoughts. So when he started staring at you, then starting actually pursuing you, you couldn’t quite understand why your heart would beat faster, or get butterflies in your stomach.

You had boyfriends throughout your school career, even dating the quidditch captain of your house, but something about Mattheo focusing solely on you like he has made your stomach flutter like no other guy you’d been with. You weren’t even with Mattheo, but him pursuing you essentially deterred any other guy from coming up to you.

Finishing your hair and makeup, you and Luna joined a few other Ravenclaw’s and headed to the Gryffindor common room. Walking through the portrait hole you would think there was nothing going on, but as soon as you passed through the entryway you broke the silencing charm barrier and was assaulted with the sound of bass and smell of weed.

You looked over at Luna, who took a deep inhale, “Don’t you just love that earthy smell?” You couldn’t help but laugh at her care-free spirit. “I’m gonna go get a drink, do you want one?” Luna nodded, telling you she was going to find Blaise and to look for her in the usual spot.

Heading to the drink table you spotted Enzo who was adorning a Ravenclaw cardigan. You had a little skip in your step, sidling up next to him and grabbing cups for you and Luna, “Well hey there, looking dashing in blue and bronze.”

He smirked at you, leaning against the table while you got yourself a drink, “Looks like you were sorted into the wrong house. Green definitely suits you.” You turned to him, a drink in each hand, “Thank you, Enzo.”

He held an arm out, “Shall we? I’m assuming you're not doublefisting tonight and one of those is for Miss Lovegood?” You let out a laugh, nodding and following him to the back corner where his gang of miscreants resided. You both were simply walking next to each other. Your hands were full with both drinks and while he only had one his other hand was flailing around in the air as he recounted aspects of the last Slytherin quidditch game.

So when you reached the group, you were surprised that Mattheo’s face was set in a scowl. You quirked an eyebrow when he finally met your eyes, which took a moment as his were apparently taking their sweet time scanning your body, his eyes rolled, scoffing slightly and leaning back on the couch.

You decided to be bold tonight, Luna’s voice from earlier in the back of your head. You greeted the others, then went and sat down next to Mattheo. As soon as your ass hit the chair, Mattheo scooted a few inches away from you. You told yourself not to be hurt by this, but he had essentially been trying to be all over you for the last month and a half.

“What’s wrong with you?” you turned to face him, one leg now on the couch, causing the jersey you had on the ride higher on your leg. Mattheo’s eyes cast down briefly, seeing more of your skin exposed before meeting your eyes again.

“What are you wearing?” His eye contact was intense, making you squirm a little. “It’s a theme party, I’m wearing Slytherin clothes.” He let out a huff of air through his nose. You narrowed your eyes at him now, asking him again, “What’s your problem?”

He pinched the number that laid just above your left breast, your breath getting caught in your throat with how close his hands were, “You’re wearing Enzo’s jersey.” You couldn’t quite place his tone but it sounded almost like…jealousy? This made you smirk a little and now the wheels in your mind were turning.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I thought it looked cute.” Your hands caressing the side of your body to the hem of the jersey. You saw his eyes follow your hands as you roamed your body, now focused on where your hands played with the hem, “And it’s so long on me I didn’t even have to wear any panties.”

You saw the clench in his jaw, and you’d be lying if you said the action didn’t send a searing heat through your body. You started to pull the jersey higher up your legs, just to tease him a little. His hand shot to your wrist, “Stop.” You smirked at him, “What’s wrong, Teo?”

The nickname was something new you were toying with and it seemed to have the effect you were looking for as the grip he had on your wrist tightened. He placed his other hand on your thigh, using it as leverage to lean closer to you.

His lips ghosted the shell of your ear, goosebumps rising along your skin, “It’s gonna be really hard for me to fuck you with Berkshire’s jersey on.” Your cheeks immediately turned red. You turned your head, staring into his eyes, faces so close your noses are nearly brushing against one another. Your heart was beating out of your chest, you feared he could hear it over the bass of the music.

Your facade was failing, quickly. The desperation you were feeling was more extreme than you could control. “Kiss me,” you requested, eyes not leaving the brown ones you were gazing at. He laughs softly, smirk adorning his face as his eyes flicker down to your lips.

Normally that type of cockiness from him would have you leaving Mattheo there hot and bothered but tonight you found yourself leaning towards him with just as much anticipation. His mouth slotted against yours, he tasted like cigarettes and firewhiskey. You latch onto him, fisting a handful of the hufflepuff cardigan he chose for the party.

When you finally pull away, lungs burning for air you can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face. Mattheo’s lips were red and swollen. You look at him with big eyes, silently telling him you wanted more than was possible in the open common room.

Mattheo glanced around, searching for a solution. He stood up quickly, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the stairs to the dorms. He led you down a hall, opening the first door he could find and pulling you in behind him.

Before you could even glance around the room Mattheo had you pressed against the door. His arm circled your waist, sliding down the small of your back before grabbing a handful of your ass, his mouth attaching itself to your neck, sucking at biting at the soft skin there. The action had the most obscene noise leaving your throat.

His grip on your ass tightens, holding you flush against his body as he tucks a knee between your legs. You whine at the contact, the fabric of his trousers grazing against your bare clit. He braces himself with his free hand on the door, resting his forehead to yours, “Merlin, I’ve been wanting to make those noises leave that pretty mouth of yours all year.”

You open your mouth to respond, fully prepped to give a witty retort when he pressed his leg against you again. A whimper leaves your throat this time and Mattheo looks cockier than you’ve ever seen him.

You gripped his forearm, “Teo…please.” You looked up at him through your lashes as his hand dipped under the jersey, fingertips feather light on your skin. “So needy, love. Had to wear someone else’s jersey just to get me riled up, hmm?” His head dips down, lips grazing the sensitive skin where your neck and collarbone meet.

He bites you lightly, nipping and sucking at the skin there, surely leaving his mark in a place where it’d be hard for you to hide, claiming you as his. You’re basically grinding yourself on his leg now and Mattheo thinks he can cum from the sight of you using him for your own pleasure.

“So wet, love, can feel you through my trousers,” Mattheo grabs your hips, stilling you against his leg emitting another whine from you. “You gonna be good f’me, love?” he was teasing you now, but that didn’t stop you from nodding pathetically.

He dragged the material of the jersey over your hips, a gasp releasing itself from your lips as the air hits your bare center. Your teeth are sinking into your bottom lip and Mattheo drops to his knees. He puts one of your legs over his shoulder, your hand shooting to his shoulder to brace yourself as his tongue licks a stripe up your dripping cunt.

A mewl spills from your mouth and you swear you can feel him smirk against you. Without warning he plunges two fingers deep inside you, your back arching off the door and into his touch. His free hand grabs your hip, stabilizing you against the door.

He flattens his tongue, dragging it from his fingers inside you back to your sensitive nub. Your other hand flies to his curls, fingers laced and pulling harshly. This only spurs him further, curling his fingers inside you. They rut against your g-spot, pressure building in your lower belly.

You thank Merlin for the loudness of the party because the sounds Mattheo was getting you to make were sinful. His lips are attached to your clit, mercilessly sucking and licking and humming against the bud.

Your legs are trembling and Mattheo’s grip on your hip tightens, your vision begins to blank, mouth hanging open in a silent scream, you can’t even cry out, your mind dizzy with anything but the bliss that Mattheo is giving you between your legs as your tumbling over the edge.

He continues to eat you through your orgasm, overstimulating your clit as he slowly removes his fingers. “Fuck, Teo,” you breathe, trying to catch your breath as he lowers your leg from his shoulder.

Mattheo stands, mouth attaching to yours immediately. You moan into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. He trails kisses along your jaw, down your neck then up to your ear, “Now let’s get you out of this fucking jersey.”

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle fic #mattheo riddle angst #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x you #golden era #harry potter

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