#mattheoriddlexreader

[aur0ral1ghts]

ᴄʟᴜᴇʟᴇss

ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ʜᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ʏ/ɴ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ. ʜᴇ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ 3ʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ʜᴇʀ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs; ᴋɪssɪɴɢ. ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ. ғʟᴜғғ!!

ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ.

Mattheo has been in love with Y/n ever since their 3rd year, and pretty much the second they met, Mattheo fell. Hard. But he couldn't help it, i mean, the way her dimples show whenever she giggles or the way her eyebrows furrow when she's confused. He noticed pretty much every single detail of you. Your favorite subjects, favorite candy, favorite color. He didn't mean to be creepy. He was just an observing person.

FLASH BACK...

"Give me my books book!" You had muttered, trying your best to stand up to the two 5th year students who had just taken your books, holding them up, over your head. "Not a chance." One of them smiled viciously, taunting you even more by swinging the books. Then, a flash of white light came, along with someone yelling a hex at them both, instantly knocking them down like dominoes. Your books had been knocked out of their hands, landing directly infront of your feet. You gasped as someone stepped out from behind them.

Mattheo Riddle.

You knew about Mattheo but never actually spoke to him. You knew he had a bad reputation. You knew better than to speak to him.

"Uh.. thank you.." You quickly muttered, picking up your books in a rush. "You're welcome." He says smiling like he's your knight in shining amor. "I'm Mattheo." He says, extending his hand. He didn't bother mentioning his last name in front of you. He didn't want to scare you off like he scared many other kids away. "I'm Y/n." You exclaim, hesitating for a second before shaking his hand. You always believed that there's good in everyone. "Uh, so, how did you manage to knock two fifth years off their feet!?" You question, genuinely curious. "I have my ways." He smirks, leaning against a wall, flashing a cheesy charming smile to you.

Throughout the week, you would constantly bump into Mattheo, leading him to start a conversation and follow you around. You genuinely enjoyed his company. He followed you, kinda like a lost puppy.

It was Friday, and you were minding your business, studying in the libary when Mattheo suddenly popped up, sitting down next to you. "You'll never guess what just happened today!" He says. "Mattheo." You pause. "If you really want to be friends, just ask instead of following me around." You exclaim, looking at him. "Uh, okay." He pauses, clearing his throat. "Would you want to be friends, Y/n?" He asks. You nodded. "Now it's official." You smile. "Anyways, what happened?" You asked him.

-

Ever since the 6th year, his crush on you began to grow every time you guys hung out. He tried to give you hints, like not paying attention to any girl but you, showing hints of jealously whenever someone would ask you out in front of him. He even asked you out on valentines Day! But you mistoke it for a friends-valentines day! "Oh, thank you, Mattheo!" You smile, taking the flower bouquet from him. "This is why you're my best friend!" You exclaim, patting his back. His smile turned quickly into a frown. "Yeah.. friends." He quietly muttered.

His stomach always dropped whenever you referred to you guys as simply friends. Mattheo always yearned for you. He didn't want to be just friends. He wanted to be more. He wanted you all to himself. His fists would clenched, his knuckles turning white as he thought back to urge to slam you into the nearest wall and kiss you every time you dared to utter the word "friend."

-

It was Saturday, and previously Mattheo had asked you to go to Hogsmeade with me. You agreed.

So you sat at your vanity applying some blush to your cheeks, then you heard a knock at your door. You quickly jolted up to answer it.

"Hi Mattheo!" You smile. Mattheo quickly muttered a quick hello. He felt his cheeks heating up, and it hadn't even been 10 seconds. He smelt your familiar scent lingering in the air. "I'm almost ready. I just need to do my hair. Sit on my bed." You exclaim, going back to your vanity, Mattheo walked over to your bed, sitting down on the edge of it. He watched as you pulled out a hairbrush and a hairtie. He saw your reflection in the mirror holding the hair tie in your mouth as you tied up your hair. His breath hitched as you finally tied up your hair and grabbed your purse. "Okay, I'm ready." You say, heading for the door.

He nodded as you followed you out. "Your awfully quiet." You state, your hands behind your back as he walked beside you. "Oh, sorry. Just a lot on my mind." He forced an apologic smile. "It's fine. I get it." You replied back.

But you don't.

Mattheo wanted to say back. You certainly did not get how hard it was for him. "And before you ask - I'll buy you a ton of chocolate frogs." He chuckled. Every time you guys would go together, you will always beg him to buy you chocolate frogs. "Thank you." You smile, angling your head to look up at him. Mattheo was at least a foot taller than you. "You're welcome." He grinned.

You two arrived at Hogsmeade, the scent of butterbeer, and freshly baked pastries flooded your nostrils.

"Where should we go?" You asked. "Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop?" He suggested. You nodded, grinning. It was one of your favorite places in all of Hogsmeade. You two made your way to the shop, opening the door, a bell jingled as the worker greeted you. You looked at all the food, unsure of what to pick. "Mattheo, I need help. Should I get a pumpkin pastry or sticky toffee pudding?"

"Pumpkin pastry." He replied. You walked up to the counter. "Two pumpkin pastries, please." You said, handing the lady the coins. She quickly took the pastrys from the display and then handed them to you."

"Here." You said, giving Mattheo one. "Thank you, I'm starving!" He sighed in relief, taking a huge bite, devouring the whole thing in a single bite. "You're such an idiot." You chuckled as you took a much smaller bite of the treat. "Three broomsticks next?" You questioned. He nodded, mouth still full of the pumpkin pastry.

You walk in the three broomsticks, seeing some familiar faces from school. "Hi Luna and Neville!" You greet. "Wanna see the socks i bought?" Luna asks you, holding up a pair of fluffy socks with a ladybug pattern on them. "They're so cute!" You exclaim. "Thank you!" She thanks, as she takes a sip of her butterbeer, a mustache of whipped cream appearing on her cheeks. "See you around!" You wave, sitting down at a booth next to Mattheo. Your knees practically touching. The candle in the middle of the table lit up the stone bricks around it. You looked out the window next to you, just simply admiring the scenery. The many students coming out of honeydukes with a variety of sweets in their hands.

Mattheo took this time to his advantage. He sat there, a hand placed under his chin, just staring at you, his eyes burning into you. He saw a loose strand of hair. He extended his hand and placed it behind your ear, making you snap of your trance. You gave him a quick smile. Mattheo felt his heart beating. It was beating so loud he thought you would hear it. Suddenly, the waiter came up to you guys, smiling, her hair slightly greying. "What can I get for you?" She said, gesturing to Mattheo. Mattheo placed his order of a single butterbeer. "And what can I get for your girlfriend?" She smiled. Mattheo quickly slient. His pulse rushing. "Oh, uh." You butted in. "We're actually just friends. And I'll have a butterbeer aswell, thanks." You smiled back like it was the most normal thing ever. "Oh, I'm so sorry! And sure thing." She awkwardly said, writing frantically in her notepad. "No worries." You laughed. Mattheo stared dumbstruck at you. He just wanted to slam you against the table and kiss you. But due to your cluelessness, you would miskate it as a friendly act.

"Mattheo?" You snapped him out of his thoughts. "Oh, erm. Yeah?" He said. "Are you gonna try out for Quidditch this year?" You asked him, and your knee was awfully close to his. "Probably, as long as Blaise tries out." He shurgged. "If you do, I'll make sure to come watch with one of my friends." You exclaimed, fidgeting with your bracelet on your hand. He had previously given you the golden bracelet for your birthday. It was detailed with small gems.

The same lady came back shortly with two butterbeers in her hand. She placed them in front of both of you. "Enjoy!" She murmured, walking away. You reached out for the mug in front of you, and the mug was still chilly. "Wanna go back to Hogwarts after?" He asked. "Sure, besides, I need time to finish an assignment anyway." You replied back, taking a sip of butterbeer. "Maybe we can study together?" He said, also taking a sip, his hands wrapped around the mug. "Yeahhh, like you're not just gonna copy off mine." You laughed, nudging him with your elbow. "I won't!" He promised, holding his hands up in the air.

After 20 minutes, you finally finished your butterbeer, Mattheo finished his long before you did. He carefully sipped his drink while listening to your crazy stories. Mattheo was pretty patient when it came to listening to your stories. Even if they were a little silly, he found that time to stare at you without question, but he was paying attention, he would eventually respond, and you would take that time to take a chug at your drink.

"You ready to go?" Mattheo said, getting up from his seat. "Yup." You nodded, following him out. He held the door open for you. When you walked outside, a gust of wind blowed in your face, causing the two to lose strands of hair infront of your face to blow frantically. "Shit, its cold." You said hugging yourself. You only had a thin knit sweater on. "Here, take my jacket." He said, offering you his jacket. "Thank you!" You sighed in relief, standing in front of the three broomsticks. He put the jacket over you, his smell of his colange filled your nostrils as he stood behind you.

You noticed a rather cute boy walking past you. His charming smile caught your attention as he walked with a group of his friends. "Whos that?" You asked casually, as if it didn’t matter, but a small smile tugged at your lips. "Oh, he's in Slytherin like me. I think he's a 7th year." He shurgged, but it felt like his heart had been stepped on. He hated that you were eyeing another boy when he was right there. Waiting and yearning for you, he hated how you didn't realize it.

His eyes glared into the guys head, his stupid blonde curls framing his face. He was obviously jealous of him but didn't dare utter a word. "Do you reckon he has a girlfriend?" You asked absentmindedly while he walked into honeyduked with his mates. "Probably." Was all he could say.

"Stay put, im going to ask." You quickly said before dashing off to the store entrance. "Y/n, wait!" Mattheo mumbled, grabbing onto your hand and pulling you into the nearest alleyway. His breath is hot and heavy. "Mattheo, what?" you mumbled. "I can't keep this in anymore. Look y/n, i think you're the most stunning girl I've ever laid eyes on. I've been trying to signal to you ever since 3rd year- and my heart drops to my stomach every time you call us "just friends." I even tried to ask you out on valentines Day, and you just thought I was asking as friends!" He pauses. "Y/n..my heart yearns for you. It always has, please just understand..." he then leans in and gently kisses you. You don't respond or react. You just stand there, completely dumbstruck. Then he pulled away, his hand still on your waist. "Mattheo.." you stuttered out, reaching a finger to touch your lips. "I'm... sorry." He muttered, looking down, his cheeks red. "No, I'm sorry, and I'm sorry for being so blind-" You pause. "And I'm sorry for what I'm about to do.." you confess, kissing him again, both for your hands on his cheeks.

"Fucking hell, Y/n. You have no damn idea how long I've been thinking about doing this." He mutters in-between kisses.

-

A/n: I'm so sorry if this sucks, my metal health hasn't been the best. I think I might take a small break; but if you have any requests, I will do them, but I won't write any of my own ideas for a while.

This idea was really fun to write.

[sadnymi]

Lovefool p2

[part one] [Mattheo riddle x reader]

Summary: Being the only girl in the group, and now stuck in the middle of nowhere with them, you found myself in a tricky situation. You had to share rooms, and Mattheo, leaving no room for negotiation, insisted that you would share with him. The problem was, there was only one bed. From uncovering feelings to heartbreak, it was a night you wouldn't forget.

Warning: angst,fluff,strong language, hints of smut .

Words:5,5k + Bonus scene.

When we arrived back home, I quickly said goodbye to the boys, avoiding eye contact with all of them. I couldn't bear to see their pity or confusion. I just wanted to escape to the solitude of my room. Once inside, I shut the door and leaned against it, finally allowing myself to break down. Tears streamed down my face as I slid to the floor, clutching my knees to my chest.

There was only one week left before returning to Hogwarts, and I knew I would have to face them—most of all, Mattheo. The thought of seeing him again made my stomach churn. During that week, I waited for him to reach out, to say something, anything, that would make sense of what happened. But he didn’t. The silence from him was deafening, and it drove me insane.

All the other boys sent me messages as usual. Even Blaise, who had been so harsh, reached out, perhaps feeling guilty for his words. But not Mattheo. He ghosted me completely, and the pain was unbearable. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart would leap with hope, only to be crushed when it wasn’t him.

I spent days replaying our time together in my mind, trying to understand what went wrong. Had I misread everything? Was I just another conquest to him? The questions tormented me, and the lack of answers made it worse.

I remember that night vividly. The way he looked at me, the tenderness in his touch, the passion in his kisses—it all felt so real. But now, it seemed like a cruel illusion, a trick my heart played on me.

I tried to distract myself by throwing myself into reading, but every word I read seemed to blur into the memory of him. I’d catch myself staring at the same page for hours, lost in thoughts of his hands on my skin, his whispered words.

By the middle of the week, the weight of his absence was unbearable. I lay in bed, clutching my phone, scrolling through old messages, and torturing myself with his silence. The boys' messages were kind and casual, but they couldn't fill the void Mattheo left.

Enzo’s messages were the most frequent, always checking in on me, making sure I was okay. “Hey, how are you holding up?” he’d text, and I’d force myself to respond with a lie. “I’m fine, thanks,” I’d write back, even though I was anything but fine.

Blaise's messages were surprisingly considerate. “Sorry about the other day. Didn’t mean to upset you,” he’d said. I couldn’t bring myself to be angry with him; he had only voiced what I feared was true.

But Mattheo? Nothing. No calls, no texts, no attempts to explain or apologize. It felt like he had erased me from his life completely.

The pain was relentless, gnawing at me day and night. I felt hollow, like a shell of the person I had been before. I missed his voice, his laughter, the way he made me feel seen and cherished. I missed him so much it hurt to breathe.

The final straw came the night before we were due to return to Hogwarts. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, and realized I couldn’t go on like this. I needed to confront him, to demand answers. I couldn’t start the new school year with this weight on my shoulders. I had to face him, even if it meant shattering my heart all over again.

I took a deep breath and picked up my phone, my fingers trembling as I typed out a message. “Mattheo, we need to talk. Please.” I hit send and waited, my heart pounding in my chest. Minutes felt like hours as I watched the screen, praying for a response.

But none came. The silence stretched on, suffocating me, and I knew that no matter what happened, I had to find a way to move forward. With or without him.

I boarded the train with a heavy heart, my eyes scanning the crowded platform. As soon as I found Enzo, I slid into the seat next to him, trying to muster a smile.

“Hi,” I said, glancing briefly at Mattheo, who was sitting across from us.

“Hey,” Mattheo replied, his voice neutral, his gaze avoiding mine.

Theo soon returned, his eyes lighting up when he saw me. “How have you been?” he asked.

“I’ve been okay,” I lied, forcing another smile. Before I could say more, Draco and Blaise joined us, making the compartment feel even more cramped and awkward.

“Hi,” Draco said, his voice soft, his eyes flicking between me and Mattheo. Blaise offered a similar greeting, his usual bravado toned down, as if he sensed the tension.

I tried to lose myself in my book, Emma another Jane Austen novel, hoping it would distract me from the unbearable atmosphere. But I could feel Mattheo’s eyes on me, and each glance was like a dagger to my heart. His stare was intense, and it made concentrating impossible.

“I’m going to say hi to Pansy,” I announced suddenly, grabbing my bag and book. I left the compartment quickly, not giving anyone a chance to respond.

As I walked down the corridor, I realized I couldn’t face Pansy either. She would ask questions, and I had no answers. I turned a corner, only to overhear a group of girls talking animatedly about their exploits.

“Enzo is amazing,” one girl said, giggling. “Blaise too, though he’s a bit too cocky for my taste.”

“Oh, Theo is a sweetheart,” another girl chimed in. “But Mattheo... God, he’s something else.”

My ears pricked up at his name, and I leaned closer, my heart pounding.

“What’s it like with Mattheo?” a third girl asked, her voice dripping with curiosity.

“He’s rough, but in a good way,” the first girl said, her voice lowering conspiratorially. “He barely looked at me, but I didn’t mind. It felt so good. He didn’t kiss me, though, just... did his thing and left.”

My heart pounded as I continued to listen, hiding behind the corner.

"God, I'd do anything to sleep with Mattheo again," the first girl said, her voice filled with a mix of longing and frustration. "But he doesn't sleep with the same girl twice."

"Yeah, he's got a reputation for that," another girl chimed in. "And yet, somehow, they all are so different with her you know??," she said, her tone dripping with disdain.

" Y/N right? What's so special about her anyway?" a third girl asked, her voice filled with venom.

"She's always hanging around them, like she's one of them. I can't understand how she managed to get in their group."

"I bet they all fucked her at some point," the first girl said, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Do you think they share her? She's their slut for sure."

"I know right?," another girl agreed, her laughter harsh and cruel. "I mean, how else would she keep their attention? She must be really good in bed."

"Or maybe she just does whatever they want," the third girl added. "So pathetic, really. Always trying to act like she's so special. I bet she’s just a desperate little slut."

My heart pounded as I continued to listen, hiding behind the corner.

"Yeah, spreads her legs for any of them at the drop of a hat," another girl sneered. "She's probably been passed around like a party favor."

"And they act so protective of her," the first girl said with a bitter laugh. "I can't imagine why. What do they see in her?"

"They must be playing some kind of game," the third girl suggested. "Maybe seeing who can screw her over the most."

My heart beat faster and faster, each cruel word piercing deeper. Tears blurred my vision as I stepped away from the corner, desperate to escape their venomous gossip.

The world around me seemed to blur as I walked faster, not caring where I was going, just needing to get away. I collided with a strong chest, and looking up through my tears, I saw Mattheo.

"Why are you crying? “ His voice was sharper than a knife

“Who did this to you?" He asked once more when I didn’t answer his hands gently cupped my face, his thumbs wiping away my tears.

I pulled away, my voice shaking. "I'm not talking to you," I said, the tears flowing freely. I turned to leave, but he grabbed my hand.

"Stop it. Let me go," I demanded, trying to pull free from his grip.

"Not unless I know what got you crying like that," he insisted, his eyes filled with the same loving and caring expression that had once made my heart soar.

I looked away, the pain and confusion overwhelming me. "Just go and ignore me like you have been for the past week, or whatever," I said, my voice bitter. "Pretend I don't exist. You're good at that."

His face fell, looking speechless for a moment. I didn’t wait for him to respond. I pulled away, breaking into a run until I found an empty compartment far away from everyone. I slammed the door shut and collapsed onto the seat, sobbing uncontrollably.

The cruel words of the girls echoed in my mind, mingling with the confusion and heartbreak of Mattheo's unexpected concern. Why did he have to care now, after leaving me in silence for a week?

As the train rumbled on, I curled up on the seat, hugging my knees to my chest. The weight of everything pressed down on me, and I felt utterly alone. I had no answers, only questions that seemed to multiply with each passing moment. Why had he treated me so tenderly, only to disappear? And why did it hurt so much to see that same tenderness now, when I was already so broken?

Why had Mattheo been so different with me? Cause I’m pretty sure I wasn’t imagining that night and from what I heard from those girls it seems like he’s a different person from the one they are talking about .

I had a long time trying to explain to the boys why I suddenly disappeared and never returned. They didn’t look convinced, and their probing questions made it clear they weren’t buying my excuses.

Days passed, and I tried to put some space between me and all of them. It wasn’t easy. Draco cornered me in the common room one evening, his eyes filled with concern. "Something happened," he said, his voice low and insistent. "Tell me what it is."

"I'm fine, Draco. It's just family drama," I lied, my stomach twisting with guilt.

"You’ve been skipping meals and acting different," Theo added, joining us with a frown. "This isn’t like you."

"I told you, it’s family stuff," I insisted, hating how naked I felt under their scrutiny. It was like they could see right through my facade.

"Just...let us help," Draco pleaded, but I shook my head, turning away from their worried gazes.

Over the next few days, I was in a bit of a slump. Not only did I skip meals, but I also skipped more classes than usual. If I could have, I would have skipped the whole week, but unfortunately, that wasn't an option.

I grabbed my bag and walked through the courtyard, I overheard a girl talking loudly to her friends. "She's such a slut," she sneered, and my steps faltered. "I bet she's been with every Slytherin boy."

I stopped, my blood boiling. I turned around and marched over to her, my fists clenched. "What did you say?"

The girl looked taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered. "I said you're a slut. Everyone knows it."

The rage bubbling inside me reached a boiling point. "You think you know me? You think you can talk about me like that? Here’s a newsflash for you: I don’t need your approval or your pathetic opinions.“

Before she could respond, a boy next to her smirked. “Yeah, I’d love to fuck you just like the whole Slytherin boys have. Bet you’d like that, huh?”

I stepped closer, my fists clenched at my sides. "Why don’t you come a bit closer and say that to my face?" I said, my voice trembling with rage.

The crowd that had gathered around us watched with wide eyes and open mouths. "What's wrong?" the girl taunted. "Truth hurts?"

“Do you think it makes you look strong, demeaning someone you don’t even know? Do you think you’re better than me because you can spread lies and gossip? You’re pathetic. You think I care about what you say? The only thing that matters is that I know the truth, and that scares you, doesn’t it? Because deep down, you know you’ll never be anything more than a coward hiding behind cruel words.”

The girl, emboldened by the attention, added, "Your family must be so proud of you. What a disgrace."

"Shut your mouth," I said, stepping closer, my eyes burning with anger. "I don’t care what you think of me, but if you ever talk about my family again, you’ll regret it."

She looked a bit scared but tried to stand her ground. "Or what? You'll hit me? No wonder why your dad left,""

I saw red. I lunged at her, my fist raised, but strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. "Let go!" I yelled, struggling against the hold.

"Not her, not now, love," Mattheo's voice whispered in my ear, calming yet firm. He started to pull me away from the mess, his grip gentle but unyielding.

"Mattheo, let go of me," I insisted, trying to break free.

"Not until you calm down," he replied, his eyes full of concern. "I can't let you get into trouble over this."

He guided me into an empty hallway with a balcony, a secluded spot even the ghosts avoided. I was still shaking with rage, my breathing ragged. "Who do you think you are? Don’t touch me! Stay away!" I shouted, pushing at his chest.

"Just breathe, my love," he murmured, his hands cupping my face gently, thumbs stroking my cheeks. "Breathe with me."

His touch, his voice, started to pierce through the fog of anger. I took a shaky breath, then another, my heartbeat slowly steadying.

"Look at me," he said softly, tilting my chin up so our eyes met. "Every single one who talks bad about you is going to regret it. They’re going to wish they were dead before they ever said a word."

"Why do you act like this?" I demanded, my voice trembling. "You act like you care, like you—" I faltered, trying to find the right words. "Your mixed signals are driving me crazy! You pull me closer just to walk away after."

He looked pained, his eyes searching mine for understanding, but he said nothing.

"Say something!" I pleaded, tears welling up. "Anything!"

Still, he remained silent, and the silence cut deeper than any words ever could.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and the rest of the boys appeared. Blaise was the first to speak, his gaze flicking between me and Mattheo. "You okay?" he asked.

I nodded, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Theo stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "This happened before, didn't it?"

I took a deep breath, nodding again. "Yes."

Draco crossed his arms, his expression softening. "Well, that explains why you were acting distant. You should have told us."

"I didn't know what to say," I admitted, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Enzo's voice was gentle as he asked, "What happened before?"

I glanced at Mattheo, who was watching me with an unreadable expression. I couldn't bear his eyes on me anymore. Looking back at Enzo, I said quietly, "It was on the train."

Their eyes widened as I recounted the overheard conversation, the cruel words that had been said about me, and how it had all culminated in the confrontation just now. Mattheo's gaze never left me, and I knew what he was thinking, but I couldn't deal with it anymore.

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice breaking. "I just... I need to go to my dorm. I'll see you all tomorrow."

Enzo stepped forward, his concern evident. "I'll walk you."

I nodded, unable to look at Mattheo as I turned to leave. Enzo fell into step beside me, his presence a small comfort amidst the chaos.

The next day, as I walked into class, I was met with an unexpected wave of greetings and offers of help.

"Hey, need any notes from yesterday?" asked one girl, her smile bright and friendly.

"I saved you a seat," another girl said, gesturing to the spot next to her.

"Do you need a quill? I've got an extra," someone else offered, holding out a shiny new quill.

I looked around, confused by the sudden change in behavior. These were the same people who had ignored me or worse, whispered behind my back just a day ago. Before I could process it, a group of girls approached, all smiles and compliments.

"Your hair looks amazing today," one of them said, her tone overly enthusiastic.

"Yeah, and your shoes are so cute!" another added.

"Thanks," I muttered, bewildered by their sudden interest.

Then, the girl from yesterday's confrontation appeared, looking hesitant. She took a deep breath and stepped closer. "I'm really sorry about what I said yesterday," she began, her voice shaky. "Please forgive me. I didn't mean any of it, and I feel terrible."

I stared at her, trying to make sense of this abrupt apology. "Why are you apologizing now?" I asked, suspicion creeping into my voice.

Before she could respond, I noticed him. The boy who had made that disgusting comment about me the day before. His arm was in a sling, supported by a wooden splint, and his face was a mess of blue and purple bruises. He had a black eye, swollen nearly shut.

"I, uh, fell down the stairs," he mumbled, not meeting my gaze.

I looked between the two of them, realization dawning. My stomach churned, and I felt the sudden urge to get out of there. Grabbing my things, I bolted from the classroom, not stopping until I was far from the castle. I found myself in a hidden garden, a place where I often went to think.

I sat down on the ground, trying to calm my racing heart and catch my breath. I wasn't dumb. I knew what had really happened. I knew who was behind the sudden wave of attention, the apologies, the broken bones. It wasn't hard to piece it together.

Mattheo.

But clarity seemed a distant dream. I leaned back against the tree, closing my eyes, and tried to find a moment of calm amidst the chaos Mattheo had left in his wake.

I stayed in the garden for what felt like hours, trying to find some semblance of peace amidst the turmoil. Eventually, I knew I would have to face him, to confront what had happened and what it meant. But for now, I just needed to breathe.

I felt someone approaching and sat beside me. I looked up and met Mattheo’s eyes. He was holding a book in his hand.

I felt someone approaching and sat up, my heart pounding. When I looked up, I met Mattheo’s eyes. He was holding a book in his hand.

"I—I got this for you," he said, his voice soft.

I glanced at the book, then back at him, and took it from his hand. It was Persuasion, another Jane Austen's novels. My heart beat even faster as I muttered a thank you. Then I noticed the blood on his hands, despite his clear attempts to wash it off.

He asked, "What were you reading on the train?"

I stared at him, incredulous. "You’re seriously asking me about my books while having blood on your hands? and probably terrorized the whole school before coming here!" I shouted.

He just smirked. "Are you insane, Mattheo? Seriously, what the hell?" I yelled again.

He raised his eyebrows, a hint of a smile on his lips. "I told you they were going to regret what they said yesterday, didn't I?"

"I can take care of myself. I don’t need your help," I snapped, trying to walk away, but he grabbed my hand, pulling me back until my back hit the tree.

"I know," he said.

I rolled my eyes and looked away, trapped between his hands on either side of my face and the tree behind me. His closeness was overwhelming.

"You’re insane," I muttered.

"Well, I need to talk to you, and you left me no other choice," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I chuckled sarcastically. "You kidding me? Because as much as I remember, you were the one who left after—" I stammered, my face turning red, unable to finish the sentence.

"Yes, my love, after what?" he asked, smiling even wider.

"After I went down on you? Or when I had my finger deep inside you?" he continued, his voice low and teasing. I put my hands over his mouth, desperate to stop him.

"Oh, Lord, stop," I said, my voice a whisper. He kissed my hand, sending a jolt through me, and I pulled it away quickly, my face burning even more.

"Don’t go shy on me now, love. I’m pretty sure I kissed more intimate parts," he said, leaning closer to whisper in my ear. "I've had your taste on my tongue for weeks."

I tried to hit him in the chest, but he grabbed both my hands with one hand, pinning them above my head.

“Listen,” he said, getting more serious. “Enzo told me about what Blaise said that day.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think I really want to know another tale about you with a girl in bed.”

“Another tale?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

I looked him in the eyes, my voice trembling with both anger and hurt. “I heard what that girl said on the train. About how good you were in bed, how you liked it rough, just did the job and left with no kisses. She wasn’t even complaining, Mattheo. She said she’d do anything to sleep with you again, but it’s too bad because you don’t sleep with the same girl twice."

“Did she now?” he said, smirking.

“Fuck you, Mattheo,” I said, trying to pull away, but his hold was too strong. “Fuck you so much. I get it. I was delusional to think it was more than a one-time thing for you because you don’t sleep with the same girl twice, you don’t—” My voice cracked, betraying my emotions.

"Did it look like a fucking one-time thing back then, Y/N?" he demanded, sharp and serious. I avoided his gaze, my anger and pain battling inside me.

"Answer," he insisted, his face inches from mine. I looked up at him, the intensity in his eyes making it hard to breathe.

"No," I admitted, my voice barely audible.

"Because it fucking wasn’t," he said. "It wasn’t a simple fuck. I was making love to you, and that freaked the shit out of me." The veins in his neck stood out as he spoke, his eyes blazing.

I blinked, trying to process his words. "So, yes," he continued, his voice lower but no less intense, "what the girl said was right. I’ve fucked other girls like that. Rough, fast, no strings attached. Just getting off and moving on. No kisses, no tenderness, just raw and dirty, didn’t look at them more than I had to.”

My breathing grew heavier as his words sank in.“So, does it look like that now?” he asked, his voice softer but still intense. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed.

“Fucking look at me Y/N,” he commanded, and I looked up at him, shaking my head.

“Every time I look at you, at those lips,” he whispered, his voice dropping lower, “all I can think about is how much I want to kiss you. How much I want to taste you. How much I want you in every way. It’s not just about fucking. It’s about you. Every part of you, that night... you were in my arms, and I managed to sleep. You have no idea how rare that is for me.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, my body responding despite my confusion. I could feel the heat between us, the undeniable pull that had always been there.

I looked at him, standing there, rain-soaked and intense, and the tears kept falling from my eyes.

“And no, I don’t want you to be my friend,” he continued, his voice rising. “I want to hear you moaning my name. I want to have you, all of you. To kiss every inch of you. To make you smile, to see you laugh. To put your happiness above anything because nothing else matters. Nothing but you.”

His words were raw, cutting through the rain and my confusion. The sheer intensity of his confession left me breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the pull, the magnetic force between us, stronger than ever.

“I’ve tried to stay away, to keep my distance,” he went on, his voice breaking slightly. “But every time I see you, it’s like a punch to the gut. I’m fighting a losing battle. I don’t just want you. I need you. In every way possible.”

I stood there, soaked and trembling, unable to speak. His words had stripped me bare, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. The rain continued to pour, a relentless backdrop to his declaration.

“So tell me, do you understand now?” he asked again, his voice softer.

I swallowed hard, my throat tight with emotion. The truth of his words was undeniable, resonating deep within me. I took a shaky breath, trying to steady myself, and met his gaze.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I understand.”

He reached out, gently wiping the tears from my cheeks. “I will be so good to you,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my skin. “I would do anything for you. I fucked up, and I—”

I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his, cutting him off. For a moment, he was surprised and didn’t kissed me back, I pulled back, looking him in the eye. And as if a dam had broken, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer.

He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. His lips were soft but insistent, demanding and giving all at once. I felt his hands on my waist, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his hips as he held me against him, the kiss growing more passionate. The rain poured down, but it didn’t matter. Nothing else.

His tongue parted my lips, and I opened to him, the taste of him intoxicating. He kissed me with a fervor that made my head spin, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me tighter against him. I could feel the hard lines of his body, the heat between us almost unbearable.

"Wait," I managed to gasp, pulling back slightly. "The book, the rain—"

"I'll get you a new one," he promised, his voice fierce, breathing heavily against my lips. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling gently until my face tilted up to meet his gaze. Then he kissed me again, more fiercely this time, as if he couldn’t get enough.

I melted into him, my hands clinging to his shoulders as he devoured me. His lips moved over mine with a raw, desperate need, and I responded with equal fervor. The world around us disappeared, the rain, the cold, everything fading away until there was only him, only us.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back, his forehead resting against mine. "Come with me," he murmured, his voice a soft plea. "Let's get out of this rain."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, his hand slipping into mine, and we ran through the rain. We found shelter under a nearby awning, the sudden silence after the roar of the rain almost surreal.

He looked at me, his eyes dark and intense, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. "You're soaked," he said, his voice gentle, as he brushed a strand of wet hair from my face.

"So are you," I replied, a smile tugging at my lips.

"Well, we make a pretty pair then," he teased, his hand settling on my waist.

I laughed, the sound light and carefree, a stark contrast to the storm still raging around us. "We do, don't we?"

His gaze softened, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I've never seen anyone look so beautiful soaking wet."

I rolled my eyes playfully, running a hand through his wet hair. "You're just saying that because you want to kiss me again."

He grinned, leaning in closer. "Maybe. But it's true." His lips hovered over mine, the anticipation making my heart race. "And for the record, I do want to kiss you again. Very much."

"Then what are you waiting for?" I challenged, my voice barely more than a whisper.

He didn't need any more encouragement. His lips captured mine in a kiss that was both sweet and passionate, his hand tightening on my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the warmth of his body through the wet fabric of our clothes, the contrast to the chill of the rain making my skin tingle.

As the kiss deepened, his free hand slid up my back, tangling in my hair. I moaned softly against his lips, the sound making him groan in response. He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against my skin.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "The things I want to do to you."

My cheeks flushed, and I looked down, feeling a mix of excitement and shyness. "Like what?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "I want to make you mine in every possible way," he said, his eyes burning with intensity. "I want to hear you scream my name, to see you come apart in my arms. I want to kiss every inch of you, to make you feel things you've never felt before."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I bit my lip, trying to suppress the blush that was spreading across my cheeks. "You're making me blush," I whispered, my voice shaky.

He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Good. I like it when you blush." He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "I like knowing I'm the one making you feel this way."

I closed my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. His words, his touch, everything about him was overwhelming. "You're insufferable," I muttered, but there was no heat in my words, only affection.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. "You love it," he teased, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my neck.

I sighed, my fingers threading through his hair as I leaned into his touch. "Yeah, I do," I admitted, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I really do."

He pulled back, his eyes searching mine. "Good," he said softly, his hand cupping my face. "Because I'm not letting you go."

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the rain. "I don't want you to,".

"So, I really have done it in your Mr. Darcy way, haven't I?" he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I was always jealous of him, when you talked about him like that you know?"

Before I could respond, his mouth was on my neck, kissing and sucking gently, then more insistently. I let out a soft moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Perfect," he said, admiring his handiwork.

I laughed, breathless and flushed. "What was that for?"

He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. "It's for Blaise. Since he loves to ask so much."

I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress my smile. "You know he went on a date last night, right?"

"Did he now?" Mattheo replied, his fingers trailing down my arm. "I want everyone to know you're mine."

The possessiveness in his voice sent another thrill through me. "And what if I don't want to be claimed like some trophy?" I teased, raising an eyebrow.

He pulled me closer, his lips brushing against mine. "Then I'll just have to work harder to prove I deserve you," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

I smiled, feeling the warmth of his words seep into me. "You've already proven that," I said softly, kissing him again. "But I wouldn't mind seeing you try."

He laughed, the sound rich and joyful. "Challenge accepted."

We stood there for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the rain a distant memory. His hands roamed over my back, his touch sending sparks of electricity through me. I leaned into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my chest, and knew that this was where I belonged.

"We should get inside," I said, glancing at the castle in the distance. "Before we catch our deaths."

"Right," he agreed, but made no move to let go. "But just one more kiss."

"Just one more," I echoed, leaning up to meet his lips again.

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⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Bonus scene ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

As we approached our usual spot, I saw Blaise, Enzo, Theo, Pansy and Draco already seated, with an unfamiliar girl sitting beside Blaise.

I caught Blaise’s curious gaze fixed on my neck. He raised an eyebrow, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Blaise said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Is that a hickey, Y/N?”

I felt my face heat up, and before I could muster a response, Mattheo leaned forward, his grin turning positively devilish.

“Yes, mate,” Mattheo said smoothly. “It is a hickey.”

Blaise’s eyes widened slightly before he broke into a laugh. “By whom, I wonder?”

Mattheo wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. “By me, obviously,” he declared, his voice filled with pride. “Wanted to make sure everyone knows she’s mine.”

I blushed even deeper, but I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips.

Draco looked between us, his grin widening. “Well, it’s about time. I was starting to think you’d never make a move.”

Mattheo chuckled, his hand moving to rest possessively on my waist. “Trust me, I’ve made plenty of moves. Just decided it was time to make it official.”

He winked at me. “Just make sure he treats you right. If not, you know where to find me.”

Mattheo tightened his hold on me, his eyes flashing with a playful warning. “She won’t need to, because I’m going to treat her better than anyone else ever could.”

I laughed, the tension melting away as I leaned into Mattheo’s embrace. “I think I can handle him.”

"So," Pansy said, leaning forward with an impish grin. "Does this mean you're off the market, then?"

"Consider me taken," Mattheo said, his voice firm. "And very happily so."

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[happilykrispypirate]

can you maybe do mattheo riddle x malfoy!reader

with the slytherin group, and mattheo and reader are secretly together and they get caught by someone?

i love your work sm!!

Whoops

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!Malfoy!reader

Warnings: Swearing, a very very heated makeout sesh, mentions of sex, and my shitty writing.

A/n: Holy shiiitt, it's been a while since I've posted anything. Sorry! I'm back, for idk how long. I've been through a bunch of emotional shit and now I need an outlet. So, hii.

A/n 2: okay I'm really back this time, or I should be.

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"Are you serious right now?" Y/n laughed at Mattheo's poor attempt to catch the jellybean in his mouth.

"Hey it's not my fault you throw like shit," He laughed along with her.

"Oh, you're no better, mister!" Y/n giggled.

"Oh, really?" Mattheo then stood up and grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.

Y/n squealed and giggled, before Mattheo threw her on the bed and pinned her by her hands.

"I still throw like shit?" He asked, smirking. His face close to hers, she giggled.

"I think you're improving," She said.

Mattheo chuckled, shaking his head, absolutely absorbed by her being. He never could've imagined that they would end up together. She being a Malfoy and all. Her parents would never approve, not like they'd have much of a choice if he got his father on his side.

Their friends are blabbermouths, to say the least, especially the other Malfoy. Hence why they don't know about the relationship either.

Both of them also enjoyed their little world they've created far too much to tell anyone in anyway.

Mattheo, too caught up in the moment, smashed his lips onto hers. A slight breathy moan escaped her lips onto his at the force of his kiss.

Tongues intertwined mere seconds later, Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist.

Mattheo knew exactly what she wanted to happen. So, he slowly started grinding, teasing her.

A whine escaped her and her legs tightened, as if to tell him to stop teasing.

Just as Mattheo's hand was about to reach down, the door swung open.

"Hey mate, have you seen-" Blaise, the bastard, had stopped dead in his tracks, words leaving him with each second he sees the scene in front of him.

"What the fuck, Blaise," Mattheo spat, as he separated himself from the girl.

"Oh my God!" Blaise exclaimed, eyes wide as saucers. He then turned around and ran, yelling, "Mattheo and Y/n were making out!! They almost had sex!!"

"Unfortunately, almost," Mattheo groaned earning a wack on the arm.

"He's gonna tell everyone!" Y/n said.

"It's about time they knew, love," Mattheo said looking at her.

"I know," She said, and then a few moments later she giggled, "We so traumatized Blaise."

Mattheo chuckled, "I think we can do worse," He said, before he climbed back on top of her.

"Now, where were we."

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Holy fuck I'm so sorry it took me this long to actually write and post.

[halucynator]

HI! I LOVE UR WORK SO SO MUCH!! can I ask for a Mattheo Riddle x fem! reader and they’re best friends but they’ve been in love forever but haven’t admitted it and it’s a slowburn and whenever the reader picks her hangnails bc she needs to fidget he always holds her hands and she gets really really overwhelmed on the first week back to Hogwarts and is really stressed and helps her calm down and handle her feelings and anxiety? (Preferably a swifite Reader?) I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!

Jealous

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warning: kissing, angst, fluff

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting and for the compliment!! Hope you like it~ Some of the like speech in this is kinda not funny (but the characters find it funny sooo) and more cringe but I was trying my best to make the reader swiftie. I'm not a huge fan but I hope you like it xx

Hearing Mattheo's name did not give you butterflies. Seeing Mattheo did not give you butterflies. Hugging Mattheo did not give you butte-.

"Hey." Mattheo said.

"Huh? Oh uh h-hi!" You said flustered.

Ok, maybe you lied. You recently came to the realisation that Mattheo made you flustered. And

...gave you butterflies.

But you couldn't admit it to anyone. Mattheo was your best friend. You couldn't talk to him about your crush on him! So you couldn't tell anyone. That and you just didn't want anyone to know. So you decided not to tell anyone.

"Pansy I think I'm in love with Mattheo." You said to your dorm mate as you burst into your dorm. Okay, that was a lie as well. You just NEEDED to tell someone. The weight was too much. But no one else would know.

Except Theo. You couldn't NOT tell Theo. He was one of your best friends.

Okay so what if you lied to yourself 3 times? You'd been lying to everyone saying you didn't like Mattheo.

You started falling two months ago but convinced yourself you didn't.

You and him would hold hands all the time because you felt comfortable enough to since you'd known each other for so long.

But when he accidentally brushed his hand against yours, the chills that enveloped your body shocked you. You didn't know you could feel that way about your best friend.

The only reason you hadn't told him yet was because you weren't sure about your feelings and you didn't know how he'd react.

What if he didn't like you back? How embarrassing would that be?

So you just waited and waited hoping for a clear answer for your feelings and for Mattheo to admit his feelings. If he had them of course.

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You were growing tired waiting. You needed to stop waiting. You needed to confess.

With those thoughts, you entered the common room. As you entered, you saw your usual spot next to Mattheo taken up by a brunette girl who you recognised as Astoria Greengrass. What you saw next confirmed your fears.

Mattheo did not, indeed, like you. He and Astoria were laughing together. Mattheo never laughed around anyone but you. The gods definitely answered your prayers and left you with a clear answer. Mattheo Riddle only thought of you as a friend. Ouch.

"Who's your girlfriend?" You didn't mean to sound as bitter as you did, but in your defense, you had just woken up.

"Very funny. She's not my girlfriend. Yet." He said winking as he kissed her cheek.

You pretended to throw up at the PDA which you recalled Mattheo hated and only made an exception for you: one of the many reasons that made you think your feelings were returned.

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her. But if you're single that's honestly worse. 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts. Those Taylor Swift lyrics clouded your mind as you saw Mattheo with Astoria.

Your sight faltered onto Theo and Pansy, the only two people aware of your feelings and realised they both gave you an apologetic look.

You glared at a nearby wall as you felt tears well up in your eyes.

That's when you also realised that you did indeed have feelings for Mattheo.

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The summer holidays seemed to fly by and as the end neared, so did multiple mixed emotions about how to feel about what you had witnessed 3 months ago. Astoria and Mattheo. They were together till the end of the term and even sat together on the Hogwarts Express.

You felt betrayed that your best friend of 6 years was willing to replace you with a girl he'd known for 5 seconds. You sat with Pansy and Theo as you blasted Taylor Swift in your earphones. Music always calmed you down. Especially Taylor Swift songs.

As you and your friends: Theo, Pansy, Draco and Blaise walked out of the express you saw Mattheo was alone. What happened with Astoria, you wondered. That girl was practically on top of him 24/7 so seeing him alone gave you some hope.

"Where's your girlfriend?" You asked as you elbowed him teasingly trying to hide your true intentions.

"We were never dating. I just realised I like someone else." Mattheo said. "That and she was a bit of a slut." He stated.

"Ooh whoo???" You asked, part of you hoping he'd say your name.

"Now that I cannot tell you." He replied.

"oh come on! Yes you can. I'm so trustworthy." You said.

"Promise you won't be... jealous." Mattheo said.

"Pfft me jealous? Never!" You said, not even believing yourself. See when you said you lied to people all the time? This is what you meant.

"Now, love, even you don't believe that." He said.

If he was talking about you, why would you be jealous. Unless-

"I'll tell you later. In the astronomy tower." Mattheo said.

"Damn someone's trying to be discreet. Are you sure you're not planning to murder me?" You asked, half joking.

"No, if I was planning on murdering you, I would've done it a long time ago."

You glared at him unamused.

"When?" You asked him

"What?" He said bewildered.

"when are we meeting in the astronomy tower?"

"Oh, midnight." Mattheo said

"3am Edition?" You joked.

"What? Ohh" Mattheo said laughing slightly at the joke.

"Uh I don't get it." Lorenzo said, scaring you a bit as you weren't aware of his presence.

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It was midnight and you were nervous about going to the astronomy tower. As you entered, you couldn't see Mattheo anywhere so you unconciously started picking on your hangnails.

You hear footsteps which startles you.

"Huh? Oh uh hi." You said realising Mattheo was there

"hey! didn't know you were going to be here." he said jokingly. He saw you pick on your hangnails and gently grabbed your hand.

"Very funny." You said. You had to admit you were slightly chuckling when saying that.

"I think it's strange that you think I'm funny because she never did." he quoted a Taylor Swift lyric.

"Aww you listened to Taylor Swift to flirt with me. You know me so well." You said, pretending to be touched by his gesture.

"That dress looks nice on you." He said smiling.

"Only bought this dress so you could take it off." You winked at him.

He chuckled slightly.

"Soooo who do you like?" You asked.

"what? Oh uh I thought it was pretty obvious. You."

"Oh thank god, it would have been really embarrassing for me otherwise." You stated sighing with relief.

"So uh, tomorrow 5?" He asked.

"In the morning? Damn someone can't wait." You joked.

"No uh evening. Wait of course you know." He replied almost as if he realised that while saying the sentence.

"I'm actually going to Hogsmeade with Pansy tomorrow." You said looking guilty.

He looked disappointed. "Could you cancel? Wait no that's selfish of me. When are you coming back?" He asked.

"Nah don't worry it's not selfish, I can cancel."

"Awww you like me more than Pansy." He stated, looking proud.

"No, I like you more than Hogsmeade."

"So tomorrow 5?" He confirmed.

"Wreck my plans, that's my man." You said having wanted to use that before.

He smiled before he slammed his lips against yours. The kiss was better than you expected. And this time you weren't lying to yourself.

[riddlemenottsluttyslytherin]

Mattheodore x OC Fic

Ok, so I’ve threatened many times that I am going to write a fanfic and put it on Wattpad (I technically have but I kinda hated it). I don’t have a lot of free time outside of school rn but, I am trying to write a TN x MR x OC fic and put it on there. So, it is called OURS (MR x TN x OC) and my name on there is RiddlemeNottsgirl. If you want to check that out, I will start posting it when I can but I have a lot going on right now so I might stop it like the last one.

[lodisama]

BIBLICALLY

—ACCURATE SLYTHERIN BOYS IMAGINES

—slytherin boys x gn!reader

mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy, blaise zabini

reacting to you confess to them (as best friends)

MATTHEO RIDDLE—

How must I start this off? It's been leeching through my skin for so long, and I hadn't expect myself to have the urge to give in to— Gods. I'm an utter mess.

I wipe the bullet sweat trickling down my forehead. Truly manic, this is. Who would have thought another Slytherin girl confessing her fondness to Matt would throw me off? Merlin— I didn't even care to divulge these concealed feelings I've had for him ever since— What?– second year?.

When he had told me about it, a sudden wave of inevident possession came over me. I was mad. Absolutely in anguish that someone had done it before me. Though, it's not like I was planning on. But, still! I have been overly dramatic all week, and it's making me lose my dignity. I refuse to tell anyone about this, not even Pansy.

Fuck it— I throw my hands to my face, turning to my side. Trying my best to let sleep get to me. And it did.

The next morning went on smoothly, I guess so. I still felt that weight on me that didn't even need to be there. Breakfast at the Great Hall was as it usually is. Lorenzo by my left, and Pansy on the other. As the others were across us. Each one of us chatting and laughing, how it always is. I felt a pair of eyes on me to my side every now and then, I later realize that it was the girl whom confessed to Matt. I think nothing of it and carry on with eating. "Yo, I'm off to DADA. You lot know I'm starting off fresh this year." Blaise says as he places down the cup he had downed down. Lorenzo tilts his head up at this, raising his brow "I second, are we allowed to sit together, mate?" the brown haired giddy tone replies.

"Ahh.. Not sure, mate. Let's just head on and find out, yeah?" Blaise's thick accent was quick to respond.

We all decided to head on quickly behind them. The group always complied to school, though it didn't seem like it. I walked at the very back, syncing footsteps with Theo. A small conversation emits along with jokes. I always liked talking to Theo. His half-ass wit was truly a charm. Theo's words were cut off quickly. A familiar blond headed girl, ever so familiar. I give Theo a wide eye smile, hinting something. I'm not even sure if he catch on it. His words falter as the blond girl speaks. "H—Hey! I'm really sorry if I interrupted something–"

"No! It's alright. Barkney, right?" A small sardonic tone from my words laced. And I saw Theo's smirk upon noticing this.

"Yes! Uhm— I was wondering if you could tell me about Riddle's whereabouts this weekend.. If you don't mind?" Her sincerity of words made me want to bash my head onto the wall. She was too sweet. I could see Theo patiently waiting for us. "Oh, about that, we're actually planning on staying on one of our dorms as a group." I sucked in air "Don't worry. I'll talk to Mattheo about this," I return her high sugarly sweet tone. We bid her goodbye and hurried to class.

"What was that facade all about, now, Y/n?" Theo finally starts, as you both take a seat on the paired chairs. "Be vast, Theo." I plainly say. "I don't recall this 'dorm party' we've organized. Do you mind enlightening me?" A knowing yet sarcastic tone of genuine perplexity spoke the green eyed boy. He tilts his head to you, a grim line of his lips appeared. "You're over exaggerating, who'd even want to handle that?" I shrug.

"To be fair, the girl seemed a corps perdu. The tension between you two was deeper than that, it seems," He urged, continuing this sarcastic confusion. "It's nothing." I reply immediately, receiving a hum from him in return.

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The gloomy atmosphere of the Common room took me in. Rusted smell of wood along with the tint of peppermint and evergreen seeped through the whole room. It was curfew, and everyone had piled up in the chairs. It was a Friday night after all.

I sat next to Theodore whilst Mattheo was next to him, the three of us were talking as the others did as well. We had the Common room to ourselves anyway. "Have you lot ever thought of an orgy between Harry and his friends? Do you guys think they've done it?" Lorenzo suddenly starts off, catching all of our attention. Seriously? Gossiping was totally something the boy was infused of. "Ew, mate. Disgusting that head of yours." Draco replies to this. "That red headed boy's probably an incel if you thought of it. I pity Granger for it." Mattheo chimes in, taking a drag of his cigarette. We all laugh at this

Through my peripheral vision, I saw a girl go down the stairs. I pray to the Gods it's not who I think it is. Her steps grew louder to thumps as she nears us, I sigh. "Hey.. Can I borrow Riddle from you guys a bit, if you guys don't mind." Yup. She chuckles nervously, and I swear it always emits this boiling pot in me. They all coo, knowing who she was, the "brave sheep" they call her. 'Cause she had unduly courage to approach Mattheo. I gag to myself at the thought.

Why am I even being like this? The boy isn't even mine and yet here I am possessing over an emancipated boy. "No–Yeah, it's fine. Is there something wrong?" He stood uo with complete urgency. I was quick to react to this, leaning against my chair as I click my tongue. I take in a deep breath, concealing myself from exposing these. The others hadn't catch onto this, but Theo. Gods— "Can we go somewhere a little private— the stairs is fine." She suggested in a hurry-like nervous tone.

"Ease the water, Y/n. Have a hit, might help you, cara/caro." He offers his cigarette, with yet again that sarcasm in his tone. He wraps his arm around my shoulder, comforting me. I take the stick from him, placing it between my lips. I eye both of them like an eager snipe as they go onto the stairs. Pansy teases Mattheo as they fled off. My gaze settles on them, as I see their mouths moving into the conversation. Theo falters to me and chuckles at my actions. He leans onto my ear; "Easy, cara/caro. He won't budge." he whispers so carefully, it sounded like swoop of air due to my heavy focus.

Brows furrowing, I see Mattheo put both of his hands inside his pockets, shaking his head with his eased back shoulders. Merlin. I watch them over Theo's shoulders, resting my chin on them as I do so. Mattheo lightly shakes his head in a manner of disagreeing? or discarding in some form. I squint my eyes at this, seeing that Jane Barkney's face falls along with her spirit. What could he have said? As if on command, he awkwardly nodded and bowed his body a little, feigning goodbye.

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"A total bum off. I heard she cried to her mates." Lorenzo cocks his heads at each of us whilst pointing his demitasse spoon. Quickly going back to scooping a chunk of his yogurt. They all laugh at this, making me peer my head up, clearly in my own loony space. Almost as if on purpose, Draco nudges my side with his elbow, nodding me off to pay attention. "Well, I-it's better than turning it off in an impolite way, right?" I make fit of myself in the conversation, stammering as I find my way through them. They all nod.

The day quickly led on at the astronomy tower. With Lorenzo, Mattheo smoking by one of each pillars and I; relying my weight on a railing.

"It's meant to be on the other side, dimwit!" Lorenzo whisper-shouts, "Well, you go on then. You open it!" Mattheo urges the demanding boy as they argue, almost incoherently due to the cigar stick stuck in between both of the side of their lips. I hear fiddling and agitating noises of the box. I rose up in a huff, immediately facing Lorenzo; whom took my act to surprise. I roughly take ahold of the box of Drooble's Chewing Gum, ripping off the half-cut guideline roughly but graciously so. The boys nod as if caught in an interrogation "We're both wrong apparently,". The brunette boy takes off the stick on his lips and pushes the lit tip onto the pole, dying down the fire, and Mattheo does the same. I stare with a blank expression, plainly displaying the fact that I'm used to it. "Give me that, Y/n. You boast." Mattheo takes the box from me, slyly as he jests.

"I— will head back and read before I slumber." Lorenzo takes three pieces of gum, mimicking a sleeping pose afterwards before plodding off down the stairs. We both bid him farewell and a goodnight.

The boy was now left with me now. I sigh wide eyed as i turn back around; now facing the open space of the tower with no railings. I've never been this nervous nor tense alone with him ever since what happened.

"Open," I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I briskly turn around. A certain blue gum held in between his thumb and pointy. Merlin

Hesitating, I open my mouth, to which he pushes the candy in my mouth. His finger ghosting over my lips. I blink harmoniously with my heart beat. The sweet tangy taste of the gum engulfs my mouth, and the taste was exciting to my palate. I doe my eyes to his eye level, his eyes already waiting to dig up mine. I gasp as his warm hands do the same; engulfing my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. His hand slithers to my lower back, inching no space for the both of us.

"Don't think I'll heed your piercing eyes?" He starts.

My breath shakes, betraying me. I wriggle off his touch, as his fingers were still on my lips, the pointy now on my chin. "Don't know what you mean, Matt."

I mentally scold myself. Why are my words not aligned with what I want to show? "Don't be mental," I add to discard further suspicion.

As soon as I slip off his hold, he pushes me further, and there goes his fingers on my chin once more. "I see the way you look at me— the way you seem to detonate at the mention and merely even at the sight of Barkney." He lifts my chin closer to his face now. Shit, shit, fuck.

I chew on the gum nervously. Coursing through the words I could possibly blurt out. Think, Y/n, think!

"Tell me, would you?" He dips his face lower than ever— this arse. His nose filling up the side of mine. Like a well made mold of pottery molten to one another. The curly brunette's voice came to me as a lullaby, almost falling into his arms as they come off ever so smoothly. He rubs his thumb over the circle of my chin, then mimicking a ticking clock sound. I feel tense at this— "Just say the words, Y/l/n." The ushered tone sounded more of a plea than a demand, but I knew it was both. I blink once more, noticing his furrowed brows. I ape this expression, wetting my lips— eager but somewhat hesitating to spout them.

Now or never is what they say, isn't it?

I open my mouth, but closing it as I couldn't find my own voice. Gods I feel like a caged owl desperate for freedom. I sigh, taking my last blink; "I do, I—like you— and don't you let that get to you—"

His lips... his lips dove to mine.

My eyes widen into the kiss, as the hand on my chin, now cupping one side of my cheek. His grip hardens, eager but soft. I melt onto his lips; the familiar feeling of a candle wax sticking to flesh. His hand on my lower back tightens, and I sigh. My hands grasp on his blazer, holding for support. And before we pull apart, his tongue searches for the gum in my mouth, transferring onto his very own. I whine almost greedily immediately as his warmth leaves my lips.

"Ease up, sweetheart. I don't budge." He kisses my cheek whilst smiling.

Oh, that arsehole.

oh my god?? this actually took me two days to make bc my attention span was NOT it,, and yes this will be a series(that i can hopefully finish)😭

[mrsprongs]

Ghostface (Part I)

Ghostface has come to Hogwarts

Warnings: Death/Violence, Slightly abusive relationship dynamic, dumbledore

The rusted hinges of the kitchen door creaked loudly, the sound echoing around the deserted room as a shadowy figure moved like smoke between the towers of pots and pans. The figure tentatively reached into a cupboard, feeling around between the cobwebs and cutlery until their fingers closed around a glossy bar. The moonlight, a ghostly glow that seeped through the cracked and crusted window, revealed the item to be a chocolate, picked from a secret stash. There was a crinkle as the figure, a red-haired girl with a chubby face and wide eyes, slowly unwrapped the sinful treat and took a large bite from the centre. She chewed, swallowed, and turned to leave the room when she was blocked by a swathe of black velvet. She froze, her eyes wide and uncomprehending, like a startled fawn caught in a burst of light. Her eyes flicked upwards to lay upon a bone white mask, concealing all features of what appeared to be a person standing in front of her. Its hollow eye sockets and sinister grin, seemingly both lifeless and malevolent, sent an icy tremor of terror over the girl. 

‘Hello Susan.’ A ominous and inhuman voice crackled out from behind the ghost-like visage. A tiny squeak escaped her chocolate-smeared lips as she instinctively took a small step backwards. 

‘H-hello, can I help you?’ She stuttered, her whole body trembling.

‘Do you like chocolate, Susan?’ The hooded man asked, towering over her as he got closer and closer. She nodded meekly, looking down at the melting confectionary grasped in her hand like a weapon. ‘How about we play a game, and the winner gets as much chocolate as they want?’ The voice continued, sounding almost like a recording playing from a speaker. Instantly, Susan’s pupils dilated with a rapacious craving. ‘Alright then, the rules are simple: I ask you a question and if you get it right, you win. How does that sound?’ As if in response, Susan’s stomach gurgled with excitement. ‘Who is the King of the magical world?’ Susan’s mouth dropped open and she wore an uncertain expression as she searched for words that weren’t coming. ‘What a pity, Susan. I guess you lose.’ In one fell swoop, the hooded figure picked up a glistening meat cleaver from the wooden bench beside them and slammed it between her neck and shoulder. He watched as she curmbled to the floor in agony, her scream harmonising with the sound of bone cracking and skin splitting. He calmly raised the blade again and brought it down on her other shoulder, as if he was knighting her. Chilling screams sprung from her throat as blood began to fill her throat and spill from the corners of her gluttonous mouth. He waited for a second, watching her writhe in agony before soaking the floor in crimson as he separated her head from her neck, her eyes holding the same stunned expression as before, unblinking. He dropped the bloodied meat cleaver into the sink along with the dozens of other dirty dishes piled high before disappearing into the darkness, leaving the gruesome scene. 

The Hufflepuff common room was in a state of emergency to say the least. The anguished screams that erupted from the kitchen in the dead of night alerted a few concerned houselves who stumbled upon the brutal beheading. Absolute chaos ensued, fear and hysteria palpable in the air. Professors struggled desperately to maintain some semblance of order amidst the mayhem as pyjama clad teenagers pushed and shoved to get a glimpse. Eventually, a body was carried out on a stretcher, blanketed by a white sheet yet still undeniably the corpse of a certain sixth year. 

‘She must not have had her wand on her.’

‘She could’ve, she was never very good at defensive magic.’ Hushed whispers floated throughout the school. Classes were cancelled and the flow of time seemed to fracture as seconds felt like minutes felt like hours. Parents were contacted and promises to find the culprit were made in the week that followed, doing nothing to alleviate everyone’s concern. Y/N Y/L/N was standing over Dumbledore’s left shoulder as he riffled through the mountains of paperwork and letters his desk had become buried under. 

‘Tell me, Y/N, who do you think is behind this?’ The question caught the girl off-guard as she struggled to comprehend the enormity of what he was asking.

‘Well, Susan wasn’t someone I could imagine getting on anyone’s bad side per se.’

‘So where was the motive?’

‘It’s hard to say. However, the choice of weapon suggests it was a spur of the moment decision to kill her.’

‘Perhaps they had planned to use a knife from the kitchen.’

‘Perhaps, but they wouldn’t be very smart. There’s no guarantee of a suitable knife being accessible. And if the assailant could easily grab a knife, why couldn’t Susan? It doesn’t seem well planned out from my point of view.’ Dumbledore nodded slowly, mulling over the possibilities. 

‘Are you saying we have a psychopath in our midsts? Or someone with a short temper?’

‘I’m not sure, sir. Maybe they wanted to kill just for the sake of killing, and Susan seemed an easy target. Or maybe something else happened. But for her to be killed in such a brutal way, the person must be sick in the mind.’

‘And you're sure it wouldn’t be an outside party.’

‘No, I’m not sure, but it would be particularly odd for someone to go to the trouble of sneaking into Hogwarts for the sole purpose of killing one young girl.’

Y/N Y/L/N was, potentially, Dumbledore’s most trusted advisor. Yes, she was a student, and therefore her “professional” relationship with him was strictly confidential, yet he had never met someone with sounder judgement and astuter perceptiveness than her. After she had left his office that particular evening, he thought about how she would one day make a great headmaster of Hogwarts, or a fantastic minister of magic, although at this rate the ministry seemed to be dissolving at an alarming rate. She was his eyes and ears throughout Hogwarts, helping him keep on top of everything, spying on everyone for him. Spy, he thought, would also be an appropriate profession for the young Ravenclaw. This is why Y/N felt awful at lying to his face about the murder of Susan Bones, but it was for his own good she consoled herself. If she told him what she truly suspected, Hogwarts would be thrown into turmoil. She had to be sure. 

Sometimes it felt like Y/N was friends with everyone but she didn’t have any friends. An interesting, and painful, paradox to be certain. However, the being friends with everyone part did come in handy a lot of the time. It only took a couple hours for Y/N to have gathered a slew of new evidence. According to one of Susan’s roommates, a bespectacled, five foot nothing girl, Susan was often found in the kitchen, keeping secret stashes of the candy from her aunt away from the prying fingers of her fellow students. Y/N already knew of Susan’s affiliation with Dumbledore’s army the previous year, something she had abstained from joining, and knew of her family's ties to the ministry, including how almost all of them were killed by Voldemort during the first wizarding war as a result of that. Y/N interviewed, or more correctly, interrogated the houselves who were awoken by the screams, however they insisted they neither saw nor heard anyone leaving the premises. 

‘Useless creatures.’ She mumbled to herself as she traipsed up the winding staircase of the Ravenclaw tower. 

Anthony was waiting for Y/N in her dorm, a rather unpleasant surprise for the exhausted girl. 

‘Lila let me in.’ He explained when he caught sight of her furrowed brows. ‘I thought we could have a nice evening together.’ He wiggled his own eyebrows suggestively.

‘I actually have a lot of potions work I need to catch up on.’ She replied, walking over to her desk and picking up her unfinished essay as if to prove it. “Sorry.” She watched his hands clenched into fists on his knees as stared at her, his gaze unrelenting. 

‘Nothing I ever do is good enough for you, is it?’ He said, blowing out his breath in exasperation.

‘Can we not-’

‘No.’ He said abruptly, pushing himself up so he towered above her, ‘I want to do this. Why can’t we have one nice night together, hmm?’ Y/N thought to herself about how they always do this. It’s not her fault they can’t have “one nice night”. 

‘Fine’ she relented, placing her papers back down, ‘what do you want to do?’

[jxj-tracks]

Harry Potter Boys Jealousy

This is my first time writing on here, so it’s probably gonna be bad.

HARRY:

•Idk i feel like hes super up himself, so if he saw another guy flirting with you he’d just be like “hey” and hope that scared them off 😭

•would probably be talking to Hermione and Ron when he saw a guy with you

•my guy deffo has anger issues but like ig no one taught him anything >:)

•honestly I don’t think he’d care that much, he’s the chosen one after all

•I think he’d act cocky as a defense mechanism 🥋

DRACO:

•mf managers to be incredibly insecure but incredibly up himself all at once

•saunter over to you and start glaring at the guy

•straight up insulting the other dude but he just blames his daddy issues for everything

•honestly tho, he’s more so just insecure and scared that you’ll leave him

•his insults suck, but he has a big friend group that makes him seem a lot scarier 🫠

MATTHEO:

•OH MY GOD I AM LIKE ON MY KNEES

•just kidding lmao

•he is DEFINITELY the overprotective guy, but still gives you space

•however, if he sees another man flirting with *his* partner, 🫵😬

•ok so pretend this guy came up to you and started flirting with you

•mattheo Sees and obvi isn’t happy

•but cause he loves yous and doesn’t want to make you mad, he simply puts his arm around your shoulder and says smth like

“hey babe, who’s this?”

•if the guy doesn’t get the message to leave, Theo will get straight to the point

•but who knows, maybe he would just watch you from afar to see how you handle it

FRED:

•he’s a ghost at Hogwarts now so it’s not like he can do anything

•IM JUST KIDDING MAN ITS FINE

•he’s alive and well tho 💪

•definitely comes straight up to yous and hugs you from behind (tall guy shit 😖)

•probably start cracking jokes

•but like more directed for you

•so the guys just awkwardly standing there

•if he doesn’t leave yet, Fred will pointedly say

“excuse me, me and my girlfriend have somewhere to be

GEORGE:

•would be way more cautious of how to approach this, but also way more chill then george Jo

•he knows that you won’t do anything

•he’ll still come up to you and put his arm around your shoulder

•introduce himself, but wouldn’t make the guy uncomfortable 😖

•just subtly hinting that you’re taken and not interested

RON:

•bro idk what you’re talking about I didn’t forget ron 😐

•anywho, he’s probably too busy adventuring with the golden trio

•however I’ll set a scene

•you’re at dinner in the great hall, at the ravenclaw table (whether it be your house or you’re sitting with a ravenclaw friend)

•Ron’s sitting with the trio eating

•until a ravenclaw guy is clearly flirting with you

•he doesn’t even notice at first, Hermione is the one that points it out to him

“Bloody hell”

•at first he doesn’t know what to do

•but he lets you decide what to do on your own

•he’ll catch up to you when you leave the great hall and ask what happened

#harrypotter #reader #yn #harrypotterxreader #draco #dracomalfoy #dracomalfoyxreader #ronweasley #ronweasleyxreader #fredweasleyxreader #georgeweasleyxreader #mattheoriddle #mattheoriddlexreader #slytherin

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GamerMattheoxReader

It had been a long day, you just wanted to get home and get out of the clothes from the day. Your light blue lotus ruffle shirt had coffee spilled down it from some newbie running into the elevator first thing in the morning. Your black skirt was ‘just short enough’ according to your sleazy ass boss…

Your lunch was interrupted by Pansy, Astoria and Daphne arguing about whose boyfriend loved them more. Even though you knew the answer, you didn't interfere, just got up and left having no energy to deal with them. 

It was an easy answer.. Theodore loved Daphne more than Draco loved Astoria. But Blaise loved Pansy more than any of them loved each other. The only couple in your group who could top them in that department was you and Mattheo. 

Mattheo had quite literally given everything for you.

Left his family, allowing himself to be disowned and leaving everything his very rich father left behind to his older brother. Then went on to build his own business, in which he was very successful. Him along with the other boys in your group owned a legal agency. Draco focused on Real estate and tax and bankruptcy law, Mattheo was a family lawyer, Theodore was more focused on business and corporate law.While Blaise, who came from a military family, focused on that type of law. 

You and the girls made up the marketing department at a company that sold beauty products. While the four of you often butted heads, you got work done. You protected each other in the office, and made sure that each other were heard. It was nice to be surrounded by people who trusted you, even if you did want to choke them sometimes. 

Your mind was wandering aimlessly as you got out of the car, making your way up the sidewalk. Rolling your eyes as you heard Mattheos voice yelling, at what you could only assume was his game. 

His head snapped towards you when you slammed the door shut before locking it, his eye brows pulling together as you walked past him towards your bedroom. Shutting that door too, peeling the ruined shirt from your body and quite literally kicking your shoes off. They hit the door with a thud, before everything else was thrown to the floor and you stepped into a warm shower. 

—

“Ooooo.. Man.. Sounds like Y/ns mad” Blaise teased Mattheo through his headset as they all heard the door slam shut. He watched your beautiful face as you grumbled to yourself and walked to your room. 

“Need to get off Mattheo?” Theodore asked, being probably the only other one who would get off their game for his woman. Mattheo went to say yes, but then heard the distinct thud of your heels hitting the door. 

He would have left the game the second you walked in if you had asked. You knew that. There was literally nothing he wouldn't do for you. It was a wide known fact. He had left everything he had ever known, allowed himself to live off you while he finished school. And leaned on the boys as they all started up their business. 

Now that he had everything he could ever ask for, he would give you anything and everything your mind even thought about wanting for a second. You two were the only ones in the group who were married, the only ones who owned a home together. And the only ones besides Pansy and Blaise who lived together full time. 

Everything he had was yours.

When the shower started he sighed before looking back to the large flat screen on the wall. “Nah, if I go in there now she will probably strangle me. Might have to when she's done in the shower though so let's wrap this round up, yeah?” 

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You felt slightly better after a shower. 

You were still stressed and tense, but you knew the cure for that.. 

It was sitting out on your sectional, big stupid headset on his stupid head. Mic down by his stupid mouth, lips speaking stupid words to his stupid friends.. 

You braid your hair back before smearing Coco Chanel No. 5 body butter across your skin. Allowing the unapologetic spicy-sweet amber with a romantic touch of rose scent to fill your nose. It was Mattheos number one favorite perfume that you had. 

Wrapping yourself in the emerald green silk slip Pansy got you for your birthday, you grabbed your phone before heading out to the living room. 

“NOO! COME ON MAN!” Thedores voice boomed through Mattheos headset as you walked around the couch. The second you had come into his line of sight, he had forgotten about his game causing Theodore to die. 

Mattheo couldn't even apologize as he stared at you. The color looked good with your skin tone, the silk practically a second skin. He could make out your hard nipples as you flicked through something. His mouth watered at the sight of you, his gorgeous wife, as you plopped next to him kicking your feet over his legs. 

“Hey gorgeous” Mattheo said ignoring the grumbles from the guys along with a whip sound from Blaise. He let go of the controller with one hand, running his fingers up your calf to just above your knee as he watched your face. 

You tried to not smile, but you couldn't help it, just hearing his voice made you feel better. Biting your lip you looked over at the screen, seeing now they were all back in the lobby. You were sure that someone was groaning about how Mattheo was the only one who hadn't readied up. 

But here he was completely ignoring them, setting his controller on the coffee table and pulling his headset off. Then moving to hover over you, running his hand up your thigh and over your slip to your hip. Squeezing slightly before pressing his lips to yours softly, well it would've been softly if you hadn't pressed back harshly. 

Your hands quickly found his hair though, tugged and biting down on his bottom lip at the same time. The groan that left his throat made you warm, loving hearing any noises he made. He kissed you back just as hard, even more passionately before breaking away when his lungs burned. 

“Your game is waiting.” You said softly foreheads pressed together as you tried to slow your breathing. Mattheo shook his head, he could hear Draco practically yelling his name but he didnt care. He wanted to know that you were alright, needed to know that you were ok before he did anything else. 

“You are, and always will be, more important.” He said softly, pressing his lips to yours again, “The most important thing to me.” He kissed both your cheeks, then the tip of your nose before stopping and holding his lips against your forehead. 

You absolutely loved how affectionate he had grown to be. It was hard in the beginning, his dad having taught him that loving someone is a weakness. That all women are good for is sex, and producing and heir. 

But somewhere along the way, you had shown him that loving people gave him strength. You knew what he needed at this moment, knew he needed to know if you need his undivided attention right now. Or if you wanted to just exist together like you did most nights. 

You giggled a little, before looking up at him, his dark eyes sparkled with unspoken love. You whispered that you were alright, and he nodded, kissing you once more before leaning back into his spot. Once he resituated his headset and grabbed the controller he set your legs back in his lap, scooting so your ass was pressed against his thigh. 

“Alright ya dicks, I'm back, stop yelling.. You all know your place on the food chain, calm down.” He said as he readied up, looking over at you with a scoff and a smile as he rolled his eyes at his friends. You giggled before scrolling through your library and trying to find a book to read. 

That's how it went for about an hour, Mattheos fingers trailing your legs in between rounds. Him leaning down and kissing you quickly between respawns. And you reading a dirty book, that would make most girls blush. 

Mattheo knew that's what you had to be reading, because the longer you read the more flustered you were becoming by his fingers touching your skin. He tried to ignore it when you started to rub your thighs together, but it was hard. Most peoples sex lives died down after marraige, but yours stayed the same. 

Just as he was about to call it a night you set your phone aside, cheeks pink in what almost seemed like embarrassment. “Hold on guys, I gotta piss..” He said hearing the others agree to a ten minute break as he looked over at you. Clicking his mic off so the others couldn't hear he smiled, “What's up darling.. What's the look for?”

You pulled your lip between your teeth slowly moving to stand in between his legs, his hands resting on your thighs as he kissed the fabric over your hip. You ran your hands through his curls once, then again but yanked his head back this time. The gasp that came out of his mouth sent little waves of pleasure straight to your core as his cheeks heated. 

You lightly pushed him back, keeping one hand in his hair as you settled over his thighs. Kissing his neck and warm cheeks before tugging on the hem of his t-shirt. He got the picture quickly and practically ripped it off before connecting his lips to yours in a messy kiss. 

“I want to try something.. Something we haven't done before..” You said against his lips, before kissing down his jaw and neck. Sucking in a few spots lightly knowing they would be gone before monday. He leaned back and nodded as his hands settled, one on your hip one on your thigh. 

“Tell me what you want.. You know I'll do anything..” 

You smiled standing quickly and pulling him with you, he went to reach to turn his console off but you shook your head. He looked confused but stood back up and waited for you, gasping a little when you pushed his sweats all the way down to his ankles and wrapped your hand around him. 

Mattheos hands slowly trailed up your thighs, grasping the silky fabric that covered his second favorite view and pulled it over your head. After he stepped out of his sweats, he sat back on the couch, pulling your bare body to his. Relishing the feeling of your skin against his, breathing in the sweet scent of your lotion as he kissed across your shoulder. 

While he was still confused, he wasn't about to voice anything, he didn't want to stop whatever was going on. So he quietly pushed his hips up, grinding his hardening cock against you swallowing the soft moan you let out with his lips. When you grinded back down, his hands tried to move to your hair. 

Normally he would like your hair being braided, but now he just wanted to wrap the soft tendrils around his fingers. So he quickly pulled the ponytail holder out of the end and gently unwove your hair. Before harshly grabbing a fist full while using his other hand to push your hips down. 

“Not that I'm complaining.. But if we are going to do this, let me tell the guys I've got to go or at least just log me off so they won't sit there and yell.” He said against the base of your throat before biting down kinda hard. 

You shook your head, and opened your mouth to speak just as Theodore's voice came through the little speakers. “Ey yo.. I'm ready..” Smiling you leaned back, Mattheos tight grip on your hips keeping you in place as you grabbed the controller and the headset. He watched you with wide eyes as you placed it on his head, flicking the little switch and handed him his controller. 

‘Be a good boy’ You mouthed as you heard the other guy's answer.

“I'm ready when you are.. Pansy just went to bed so Ive got all night..” Blaise said cockily. 

“Perk of being in a bachelor pad Zabini.. I always have all night..” Draco said..

“Ya but you sleep in a cold cold bed.. Don't ya daddies boy” Blaise joked back causing Theodore and Mattheo to laugh loudly. Mattheos laughter was cut off though, when you grinded down on his mostly hard cock. 

He shot you a ‘what are you doing’ look, before noticing the pinkness in your cheeks. Then he realized… This is what you wanted.. 

He realized as your hand came down and grasped him, rubbing his tip through your wet folds. He tried to hold back the groan that was building in his throat as you slowly lowered onto him. But it didn't work, and it came out much breathier than he would have hoped. 

“Uhh.. You good bro?” Theodore asked awkwardly as Mattheos head tilted back a little. You paused, waiting for him to answer. Just as he took a shallow breath to say ‘ya im fine’, you dropped the rest of the way down. 

When your ass hit his thighs, and he was fully seated in you, he groaned again before letting one hand grip your ass cheek. He was practically begging you not to move, even though that was all you wanted to do. 

While you had no problem letting others hear you, or your activities, Mattheo was a very vocal lover. He loved telling you what to do or say, loved telling you how you were making him feel. He would point out all the things he loved about you, or just tell you over and over again that he loved you. 

Now, while playing with his friends, he had two choices.. Be that vocal and deal with the comments his friends would make.. Or stay quiet. 

After a moment, that you were sure was awkward for the others he finally answered. “Yeah.. I'm good, my wife is just a little needy is all.” He said cockily as he found what he thought was a fraction of self control. You let him have it for now, just leaning forward and resting your head on his shoulder. 

“Uh.. We can let you go.. If you wanna.. Ya know..” Blaise said and you could just picture him rubbing the back of his neck. 

“No we cant.. Turn the mic off or let us hear, I don't care but we can't do this shit three people..” Draco said he was the selfish one of the group. There was a reason Astoria had her own flat, she didn't really want to live with Draco. Draco wanted his ‘Bachelor pad’ so she let him have it. 

Mattheo rolled his eyes, before trying to focus. His arms wrapped around you, hands on the controller as you rested against his shoulder. He got about fifteen minutes into his game before Draco felt the need to make another comment. 

“Did you turn your mic off, or are you that boring in the bedroom Riddle?” 

That got the teasing going, “Technically doesn't he play in the living room? That's boring in the living room buddy?” Theodore laughed. 

“Poor Y/n, maybe you should send her my way..” Draco said, knowing that it would get a reaction out of his best friend. They all knew that he was ferociously protective and very very possessive. He didn't normally have to act on it, because you were always willing to show everyone who you were with. 

Plus since marrying you, his possessiveness had died down. He literally put a ring or five on it. You have his class ring on your right middle finger from high school, your promise ring from college had been resized to fit on the left pointer finger. Your thumb had a Tanzanite and (Your birthstone) ring that had small diamonds around the band. Then your engagement ring and wedding band. 

A 2.5 carat emerald cut emerald, that was pulled from a necklace his mother owned. 1 carat baguette cut diamonds rest on each side of it. Wrapped together in a sleek platinum band. Beneath that was a platinum band full of small but brilliant diamonds. 

“Nah, I'm here Malfoy.. I'm no nowhere near boring.. Don't think I would have kept her this long if I was.” Mattheo said laughing, now going slightly out of his way to not protect Draco. He was slightly annoyed with his stupid comments today. Draco as always thought he had life figured out, he would let his girl come over, fuck her and send her home. 

How Astoria put up with it, Mattheo would never understand.. After spending their first night together his Senior year, Mattheo was hooked on you. When he started College and you were still in your senior year, it was pure hell. 

He couldn't count the number of nights you fell asleep on facetime with each other. The weekends that one of the two of you would make the drive back and forth just to spend a little time together. While the others struggled with their loyalties, Draco cheating a few times, he never did. 

Mattheo just struggled with his best friend, and the perfect cuddle buddy being so far away. But when you made it through that, he knew you would make it through anything. And you have made it through too much. Things that normally would have broken anyone, but you were soulmates. 

Mattheo heard Draco scoff, so he lifted his hips thrusting into you causing you to gasp and remember what you had planned on doing in the first place. Your sleepy mind started to wake, shifting back and forth until both your knees were firmly placed on either side of his hips. You wanted him to keep playing, and thankfully the TV was large, ridiculously large in your opinion. 

And it was placed high on the wall after your harlequin great dane puppies knocked the last one over. Between that and his height he could still see his game and you gripped his shoulders and rocked your hips. “Which side is the mic on? Or is it both?” You asked in a husky voice that caused Mattheos eyes to dart between the screen and your lips. 

When he didn't answer you lifted up a little before dropping back down, bottoming out again. “Oh fuck.. Right side.. I'm pretty sure it's right side..” He said quickly as all the guys stopped talking. When you rocked your hips slowly watching your husbands cheeks heat you smiled. Leaning down to press open mouth kisses sloppy and loudly across his chest rocking harder until he let a small moan out.

“Shit.. Are you guys really..” Blaise said, stumbling over his words as he pulled his phone out calling Pansy who was ‘asleep’ in their bed. He knew she wasn't, she laid in there and watched shows on her phone because she didn't want to hear them all talking. 

Yet another reason that everyone always said you and Mattheo were the top couple. It didn't matter what the other was doing, you were almost always together. He was sure that nine times out of ten you were sitting next to Mattheo on the couch as he screamed at them over this dumb game. 

Just like the million times Mattheo went to bookshops, or conventions with you. Blaise knew that man would go to the nail salon or spa with you if you asked, but thankfully for him you had a few girl friends. You are also pretty independent and would go alone if you really wanted to go.

“No fucking way.” Theodore said as he also pulled his phone to text Daph who was on her was over with pizza. He wanted her to be quiet when she came in. Your whole little friend group has always.. Been very open. 

All the girls had messed around, Astoria only once, Theodore wouldn't be shocked if Pansy was sitting right next to Blaise. You all had seen each other naked before. Theodore had slept with both you and Pansy in high school, being in the same grade as you. 

Draco had slept with Theodore, Pansy, Daphne and Astoria. 

Blaise had slept with Pansy and Daphne and messed around a little with Theodore. 

Mattheo was the only one who had never done more than make out with anyone but you. He was so addicted to you, that he couldnt even stay hard if he tried to fuck someone else. The guys all thought he took dedication to a completely different level. 

“Nope.. I don't believe it.. We aren't in college anymore.. We are in our fucking late twenties, no way your still letting her play games like this Riddle.” Draco scoffed, he didn't believe it. He didn't want to. One of the main reasons he always refused to take a step forward in his relationship was because he was convinced that the fun would die down once they did. 

Of course Mattheo and Blaise always told him that wasn't true, but he figured they had to say that. Especially Mattheo who was married, and trying to have a baby soon. 

A fucking baby.. Mattheo fucking Riddle.. Having a baby.. 

While Malfoy was still technically single.. 

Dracos words came at the perfect time as the round ended and Mattheo dropped the controller, gripping your throat harshly pulling you forward into a searing kiss. His hips grinding up into yours as your tongues moved against each other. 

His other hand trailed down your back, squeezing your ass harshly before coming around to your pussy. His fingers quickly find your clit pressing down and rubbing small circles. You ripped your lips off his and moan loudly “Fuck Theo..” you moaned as you leaned back resting your hand on his knee giving him more room to touch you. 

The game at this point was completely forgotten by everyone. 

“That was.. Weirdly hot..” You heard a female voice say. 

“Daph?” You said as Mattheos hands moved slowly up your stomach to your breasts. Pinching both your nipples before leaning forward and taking one in his warm mouth. The one left unattended was soon being massaged by his other hand, but only for a moment. As he left the one fall out of his mouth with a lude ‘pop’. 

Your mind couldn't process Daphne saying she was there as you pushed your husbands shoulders back. Your hands gripping his shoulders as his arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you in a way. You raised your hips off his before slamming back down, knowing the breath out of you both. 

You set a punishing pace as Mattheo used his arms to help lift you, knowing this would help you not get worn out so quickly. “God baby.. You're so wet and tight around me.. Over ten years and you're still not used to me..” He said somehow keeping his headset on as he buried his head in your neck. 

“You're so big Theo.. Feel bad for Pans and Daph.. Never got.. Ahh..” You tried to finish but Mattheo started meeting each of your thrusts with harder ones of his own. You choked out a moan before his hand reached up and gripped your throat. 

“Fuck Y/n Stand up.. Now.” 

You stood up and turned around knowing which way he wanted you to face. “Wanna hear how boring I am Malfoy?” He said in a demanding tone that gave you goosebumps. 

What you didn't know was it also gave Pansy, Daphne and Theodore goosebumps. “If Dray doesn't, shit I do..” you heard Pansy say, causing Daphne, Theodore and Mattheo to laugh. 

“Well.. You heard the lady, darlin’.. They want a show, guess we are giving them one..” 

Draco scoffed again, he couldn't believe this was happening.. What he really couldn't believe was when the groupchat went off. 

Teddy- Anyone else touching themselves tonight.. 

Teddy- No? Just me.. That's ok 

Pansy- Not alone, that's good

Blaise- I'm right next to you, you're clearly not alone.

Ass- What are we talking about?

Daph- Nothing you would be interested in sis.. Go to bed..

Daph- But for real, Teddy Im right next to YOU.. 

Daph- Dumbass..

Draco- Your all stupid. 

As Draco tossed his phone aside, he did something he never thought he would do.. He pushed his shorts down, and closed his eyes. Allowing himself to get off to the sounds you were making. 

The same thing all of your friends, besides Astoria, were doing at the same time. 

Mattheo ripped the headset off, setting the TV so you could hear through it, while the mic still worked. He lined himself up behind you before pushing into you, both of you moaning loudly. He kissed your shoulder as you adjusted to the new angle. When you nodded, he whispered in your ear, lips brushing the shell causing you to push back against him. 

“Im gonna fuck you hard.. You know what to say.. I love you Y/n..” 

Before you could respond his hand closed around your throat, cutting off just a little air as he pulled almost all the way out. When he slammed back in, the sound of your skin slapping filled the room, over and over and over again. “Fuccckk.” He moaned out pulling you back further and turning your head so he could try and kiss you. 

A shameless moan left your lips as his pace picked up. One of his hands holding you in place by the throat, the other squeezing your breasts back and forth. The soft flesh giving way under his needy and harsh grip. Neither of you could control the sounds coming out of you. 

This moment was no different than it would've been any other time. Even hearing Pansy and Theodore moaning through the Tv, it just enhanced the experience. You could feel yourself slipping into that fuzzy place in your mind, the place that made you moldable to Mattheos will. 

His chest was rising and falling quickly against your back  as your knees started to shake. Mattheos hand started to tighten, cutting off your air as he slowly lifted you by the neck. Allowing you to stand just on the tips of your toes. The buzzing grew every second that you couldn't breathe. 

“You like it when I choke you.. Don't you baby..” Mattheo said already knowing the answer, but when you nodded he chuckled and set you back down. Releasing a little, but not letting go, “You're gonna have to answer for the group Pretty girl..” 

“Yes Theo.. Love it when you choke me.” 

You heard a groan come loudly through the TV, chuckling a little when you realized it was Theodore. Who also goes by Theo in other groups, in yours he's Teddy. But that doesn't change the hotness of it for him. 

Soon Mattheo is lifting you again, black spots sparkling around your vision and your lungs start to burn from the lack of oxygen. If you didn't have so much experience with each other you would panic, but Mattheo knew your body better than you did. He let you go just enough for the balls of your feet to hold you up. 

Barley dragging in air, just enough to be ok, you somehow managed to moan when his fingers started swiping back and forth over your clit again. Between the breath play and his cock pistoning into you, you were releasing all over him. You didn't even have time to say anything before it happened. 

“AAHH.. Theo.. Fuckk.. Theo.” You moaned as his hand let go of your throat to keep holding you up. He moaned as your pussy clenched around his cock, “God, Y/n squeezing me so hard.. So damn tight..” 

Pansys voice practically screamed through the TV at Blaise not to stop, that she was close. Thedore voiced a similar plea to Daphne. Draco must've turned his mic off, because he was still active but no noise was coming through. 

Mattheo lowered you to the soft carpet, flipping you to your back before lining up and pushing back into you again. An animalistic pace set as he moaned loudly, “so wet.. All mine..” He said before kissing you ridiculously hard. 

Your fuzzy mind struggled to keep up with his lips, but he clearly didn't mind. 

His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you into each of his thrusts. His cock never left you as he pulled out and slammed back in. His tip brushing over your g-spot almost every time he moves, causing little moans and screams to leave your mouth. 

His moans started to get louder as you arched your back into him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Arms thrown under his arms, nails digging into his back, ripping bleeding lines down the flesh just like he loved. 

The small white scars he carried every day from your nails were one of his favorite things about his body. Everytime a new one showed up, his chest warmed with love and pride. 

One of his arms quickly wrapped around your back, lifting you so he was holding you up. He was on his knees thrusting up into you, in an almost impossible position. But he was so deep in you, you were both certain if you looked down you would be able to see his cock in your stomach. 

His teeth bit down onto your breast, leaving behind his teeth marks, right next to his initials he carved on your wedding night. He groaned loudly in time with two other people, who seemed to be Blaise and Daphne. 

The room was now filled with an obscene amount of skin slapping. It was clear that not only were you two having sex, but now the other two couples were too. Daphnes and Pansys moans mixing with yours as Blaise spoke “God this is hotter than I thought it would be.” 

You looked down into the beautifully dark eyes of Mattheo Riddle. The only man you had ever loved. The person who owned your entire being. He looked up at you, an angel among men in his opinion. Your tits bouncing in his face as his thrusts slowed down, laying you back down as he felt your pussy fluttering around him again. 

Now instead of hard and frantic his thrust were slow and deep, meaningful as he looked down at you. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he made love to you, the sounds of your friends fucking drown out. It was just the two of you, your foreheads pushed together as your bodies moved together. 

In a rhythm you knew so well. Your lips brushed against each other as you spoke quietly, keeping this moment just between the two of you. “Put a baby in me Riddle..” The moan that left his lips and one deep thrust was all it took to throw you over the edge. His deep husky moan makes you feel things nobody else has ever made you feel. 

One final thrust on his part as he yelled ‘Fuck’. What was perfect was Theodore and Blaise both said it at the same time. So while Mattheos cum was shooting out of him, and into you, making his head fuzzy as he started talking. While he could obviously hear the others, he didn't really process them listening as he spoke. 

“God.. I can't wait to see you round and glowing.. Full of my babies..” When he was sure that he was done cumming, he couldn't force himself to move. Even though his legs burned, he was pretty sure his knees were raw, he couldn't move. Couldn't pull out, while he wanted to see his cum leaking out of you, he really wanted it to just stay up in you. 

So while you both laid there catching your breath, he stayed most soft, plugging you up, and keeping his babies inside you. You both slowly started to become less fuzzy, hearing each of the couples saying they were logging off. Before Mattheo smacked his hand around to find the controller, turning his console off too. 

When he finally pulled out, he leaned back to watch as he leaked out of you. Pushing his cum back in with his fingers before it hit the carpet. Hushing you as you whined from the sensitivity. Mattheo pulled you up into his arms as he stood, slowly walking to the bathroom. “Time for a bath.. Then bed.. And a big breakfast in the morning.” He said as he kissed your forehead, thanking whatever gods existed for having you in his life.

This is my first time posting something like this.. I have a few more for some other characters written that just need editied. IF you like this please let me know, or give me pointers. Im also down for trying out requests Thanks loves!

[aur0ral1ghts]

ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴇʟᴠᴇs

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ sᴇssɪᴏɴ..ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢs; ʀᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ!ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ

ᴡᴀʀɪɴɢs; ʙᴜʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ. ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ. ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ. ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇs. ɴᴇᴇᴅʏʏʏʏʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ. ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ (ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ)

ᴀ/ɴ; ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ;)

You sat at the libary table near the back. Usually, most kids went there for the soul purpose of just snog their partner. You huffed in relief as two students ran off after a 15 minute make out session, with the girls on top of the boy the whole time. It wasn't the most pleasant sight, to say the least. You often hear their moans as their sloppy lips connect with one another. You scoffed visciously at their stupid pet names for each other. You tried your hardest to focus, your eyes tracing over the same line over and over again. Your glaze trailed up to a softly lit candle in the middle of the table, illuminating a soft glow on the table.

You heard some footsteps enter the area you were in. You just assumed it was another student gathering books for an assignment or something, but when you heard someones warm breath against your ear, you knew it was him.

Mattheo Riddle.

He had a usual habit of sneaking behind you and whispering some stupid insult at you. You had always had a special hatered for Mattheo, ever since your 1st year when he "accidentally" spilled a potion on your fresh new robes.

"What do you want, Riddle?" You demand your voice threating. "This is my seat, L/n." He says, voice low. You scoffed. "You don't own any seats. This is a public libary." You informed him, not bothering to turn around to look at his stupid face. "You're such a nerd." He chuckled, still behind you. "And you're such a bloody idiot. Go sit somewhere else." You exclaimed, your voice toned with frustration. His eyebrows widen slightly at the tone of your voice. "I don't think I will." He said, his tone laced with sarcasm. You could practically tell he was smirking, even though you weren't looking at him. "Fine, whatever I'll move, but only because I want to get away from your arse." You said, getting up, finally looking at him. You noticed a fresh scar on his nose bridge. You guessed it was a fight he previously had. There was still some dried blood on his nose bridge.

You felt a harsh hand grip your wrist, you gasped as he looked at you, you noticed the sudden moment of his blew out the candle.

"Let me go." You hissed. He chuckled. His voice was dangerously low. "But why, you seem to enjoy this, considering the fact you're currently blushing." Your jaw drops slightly. Why has your body chosen to betray me at the worst moment? You feel my cheeks burning slightly even more. "I am not!" You lie between my teeth. "Fucking liar." He spits, grip becoming tighter. "Mattheo, let me g-"

Then you hear Madame pince.

"Library's closed, get back to your dorms for curfew." She lazily says, her voice slightly muffled from her being a few shelves away from us. Mattheos's eyes widen as he drags you in a more hidden area, you both crouch down. His hand finds its way onto your mouth. Both of your knees rubbed against the hard ground. Your eyes pierced at Mattheo. He gives you a serious look.

"Library's closed..." She mumbles as she briefly checks the table we were just seconds ago. Luckily, she doesn't fully check anymore, you hear the door shut.

You grip Mattheos' arm as I pull it down from my mouth. "Fucking idiot." You mutter. "Why in the bloody hell would you keep us here?!" You whisper-yell at him. "So I can do this." He whispers, then you feel his cold hands on my waist. "What are you trying to imply, Riddle?" You scoff as you shiver uncomfortably at his cold hand. "I need to touch you.." He mumbles, his grip tightening on you.

What the hell was happening? Mattheo Riddle wanting to touch me...out of all bloody people? And the most shocking thing, I actually wanted him to touch me back..

You thought to yourself.

"If we get caught, I'm going to kill you." You whisper, your eyes roaming his body. Then, without warning, he slams his lips onto yours, his lips taste like cigarettes and chocolate. You grab his cheek, feeling a healed scar.

"Oh fuck-" he mumbles, tangling his fingers within your locks. He moves his lips down to your neck, carefully sucking on your sensitive skin, causing you to moan. "Not too loud, doll, don't want anyone to hear, now do we?" He murmurs in your ear.

That turned you on. Even though you knew everyone left, the thought of someone entering and seeing your current position exicted you. Especially since you had a known reputation for being Mattheos' enemy, your friends also hated him, constantly blabbing about how much of an arse he can be. All you could do was nod as he gripped your breast, massaging it gently whilst still stucking and leaving bruises on your neck. You grabbed onto the only available thing: a shelf, you felt the old dust coat your fingers since no one really checked out books from the bottom shelfs. Your fingernails dig into the wood. Then you felt a cold hand wrap around your hand.

Mattheo was holding your hand..?

You opened your closed eyes and focused your eyes onto your hands on the dusty shelf. His hand was way bigger than yours. His fingers were decorated with sliver rings. One ring engraved with a snake design, hinting to his Slytherin background.

You felt Mattheos' free hand rub your waist, going in an up and down pattern, as he went back to kiss your jawline. He began to kiss up, reaching to your lips. Kissing them roughly. You felt his hands lift up from your waist as he stood over you. You wetted your lips, looking up at him.

That damn smirk of his,

You thought.

"On your knees." He muttered, eyes piercing into yours. "Beg for me." You chuckled at him.

Mattheos' expression lowered. He couldn't believe he would find himself begging you to suck his cock. He cleared his throat.

"Please, L/n." He simply said, hands at your shoulders. "Nope, try again." You giggled at the thought of him begging. "You are one kinky thing, aren't you?" He teases, but his voice also filled with pure hatered all at once, but he ended up on his knees infront of you, looking you up and down.

"Please, Y/n, i need you. I need you to make me feel good. Please."

Your mouth gapped open. The way he was looking at you - those puppy dog eyes of his.

"Okay." Is all you could reply back as he stood back up, quickly unzipping his jeans, throwing his belt somewhere in the corner. You aligned yourself in front of him on your knees, the wood digging into your knees. "What a pretty sight. The girl who swears who can't stand me is on her knees for me." He chuckles, his jeans pooling at his feet. All you could do was stare at that big bulge in his boxers.

"Weren't you just begging for me a minute ago?" You replied back, your tone sassy. "Fucking hell, L/n." He mumbles, rubbing his hands against his thighs as he looks at the side, the bulge growing even more bigger in his boxers. You smirk at this sight. Your mouth watering.

"I fucking hate you." He says. "But yet you're hard for me? Doesn't really make sense if you ask me." You giggled softly and innocently, your hand tracing up his thigh. "Shut the hell up." He demands as his face turns red. "Make me." You said, your voice low. And with that, he pulled his boxers down. His long length springing out in front of you. "Holy shit." You whispered to yourself. He begins to wrap his hands around it, jerking it slightly. You placed your hand on his thighs as you grip his wrist, pulling it away from his cock.

You look up at him once more before grabbing his cock gently, he exhales deeply, his eyes piercing into the top of your head. You positioned his tip right in front of your mouth. You then began to slowly lick his tip, sucking gently. This earns a whimper from him.

A whimper.

The sound was like music to your ears.

"F-fuck!" He stutters out, his voice cracking, as you take more of his cock in your mouth. He grabs your hair as he coutines to spit out curses in pleasure. You never thought you'll see the day where you have your enemy whimpering for you, but here you are. Sucking his cock in the back of the library.

"You - look so - fuck! - Damn - pretty taking my - cock!" He yells out, his voice literally trembling. You looked up at him, his eyes about to roll to the back of his head. He bites his lip as he takes a free hand and pushes back some hair, his forehead sweaty.

Fuck, that was hot.

You thought.

You coutine to suck, you choke slightly as his tip touches the back of your throat.

"I think I'm close." He says, his breath deepens. "Cum for me, then." You say, pulling his cock out of your mouth, a trail of spit hangs from your mouth to his pink glistening tip. He grabs a handful of your hair as he cums, most of it landing in your mouth, but some landing on your nose and cheeks, you licked your lips slowly, looking directly into his eyes, his brown eyes screaming with lust. "Swallow it all." He demands, his eyes watching over you like a predator looking over its prey. His smirk widens as you swallow all of his cum, you lick your lips.

"Oh - fuck that was hot." He murmurs. You take your finger and wipe the excess cum from your face and lick it slowly, it tasted salty, but good.

You stand up, brushing your knees.

"So.." You begin.

"Er - thank you, Y/n.." He says quietly. "You're welcome." You reply back, giving him a small smile. "Maybe...we can do this again sometime?" He asks, fidgeting with his hands. Did you just make Mattheo nervous and all flustered? "Alright, but next time you're helping me." You joke. "I can do that." He pauses, his head coming closer to your ear.

"I bet you taste amazing." He chuckles. Your eyes widened as you felt your cheeks instantly heat up. You looked down, trying to avoid his sharp gaze. "I'm, uh gonna go now." You say, using both of your thumbs to point towards the exit, walking backward. You quickly gathered your books and rushed out as he waves you goodbye.

Well, so much for studying ...

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A/n; 🤭🤭🤭 needy mattheo

[happilykrispypirate]

Hello lovely, I saw some of your other fanfics and wanted to ask if you might do a request for me

Could you maybe do Mattheo's reaction to his s/o taking off her promise ring?

Preferably with angst and maybe some fluff at the end?

I'm Sorry

Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, and my shitty writing

A/n: Sorry it took me so long to respond, I've been busy with school, but I am completely finished now. I finished on the 1st of December, and I have all the time in the world to finish what I have been working on and to answer requests.

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Y/n didn't even know how the whole fight started.

One moment they were fine, the next they were yelling and screaming at each other.

She doesn't know how many times that this has happened the past few weeks. She lost count.

She has had enough.

"Mattheo, what the fuck has been going on with you lately?" Y/n yelled.

"Me? What's been going on with me?" Mattheo scoffed.

"Yeah! We were fine, and these last few weeks you've snapped at me multiple times for stupid things," Y/n said crossing her arms over her chest.

"I snap because you're so fucking annoying!" He yelled, "You keep pestering me! Just fucking leave me alone!"

Y/n's heart broke as those words left his lips. A few tears prickled down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away and then looked at her hand.

"You gave me this and promised you would love me forever and not treat me like you are treatinf me now," Y/n said as she twirled the promise ring in her hands, "You can have it back, since you clearly broke that promise."

Y/n took off the ring and let it fall to the ground. Mattheo's heart sank into the ground as he realised that she was right. He had been snapping at her for no reason.

"No, love, wait," Mattheo started with tears threatening to fall.

"No, I'm done," Y/n said as she walked out the door with tears streaming down her face.

Mattheo fell to his knees in front of the ring. Tears now streaming down his face.

He had broken his promise. He couldn't understand what was going through his head these last few weeks for him to do this to her.

He loves her and he would never do that, but he did.

Mattheo held the ring in his hand as he sobbed, laying there on the ground.

"Please don't leave me, I'm sorry."

[halucynator]

OHH I GOT ONE FOR MY BESTIE LUCY!

So what abt bf/future husband (duh I’m delelulu) Mattheo x reader and the reader is transferring to Hogwarts and is nervous abt wearing a uniform and stuff bc she’s never worn a kilt or anything like that before and he just is in shock abt how good she looks-

Perfect

Pairing: Mattheo x fem!reader

Warnings: none

A little blurb based on this request xx

As the day of your transfer to Hogwarts approached, the nervous excitement in the pit of your stomach only grew. You had heard countless tales about the magical school, but the idea of wearing a uniform was what kept you up at night. Having never worn a skirt before, you worried about how you would look and if you would fit in.

Mattheo, your caring and supportive boyfriend, watched as you sorted through your clothes, looking for the perfect outfit to wear on your first day. He could sense your apprehension and decided to offer some words of encouragement.

"Hey," Mattheo said softly, wrapping his arms around you from behind. "You're going to look amazing, no matter what you wear. And besides, you're going to Hogwarts to learn magic."

You leaned into his embrace, taking a deep breath. "I know, but I've never worn anything like a kilt before. What if I looked silly?"

Mattheo chuckled, turning you around to look into your eyes. "Trust me, you could wear a potato sack and still make it look stunning. But seriously, you'll rock that uniform, and everyone will be in awe of you."

As the day arrived, you nervously donned your Hogwarts uniform. You adjusted the kilt and tie, your heart racing as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Mattheo's words echoed in your mind, giving you a boost of confidence.

Stepping out of your dormitory, you met Mattheo in the common area. His eyes widened as he took in your appearance. "Wow," he breathed, his gaze never leaving you. "You... you look absolutely breathtaking."

You blushed, your nervousness melting away under his admiring gaze. "Really?"

Mattheo nodded, a genuine smile on his face. "Absolutely. You are going to turn heads all over Hogwarts, trust me."

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[aur0ral1ghts]

➳ ʀᴜᴍᴏʀs

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴜᴍᴏʀ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs; ᴘɪɴᴠ. sᴍᴜᴛ. ʜᴀᴛᴇ sᴇx. ʙᴀᴅʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ sᴍᴜᴛ. ᴋɪssɪɴɢ. sᴡᴇᴀʀs. ᴅɪᴄᴋ sᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ.

I walk into the great hall with Hermione, we're discussing the answers we got on an assignment, we head to our usual seats. "Hi Harry, hi Ron." I smile. They just nod before going back to whispering amongst themselves. I give Hermione a werid look before she looks back at me. She gives me a pat on my back, giving me a reassuring smile. I look around the hall, seeing many people whispering, all their eyes piercing at me. I shift uncomfortably in the wooden bench. I pick up my spoon and stir my soup slowly, my leg bouncing. "Hermione? Why is everyone looking at me like that?" I ask with a low voice. She shurgs. "I dunno, did you do anything hurtful to anyone?" My eyes widen. "We both know I would never do that!" I state. "Just saying." She says, taking a bite of a piece of garlic bread.

"Harry, Ron? What's happening!" I shout. The whole Gryffindor table looks at me before erupting into loud whispers. Harry gives Ron a look. He nods. Harry looks back at me. "There's a rumor.. going around.." he starts. My eyebrows raise in curiosity. "About..?" I ask slowly, my fingers let go of the spoon. "That you're kinda..dating Mattheo Riddle." He says, forcing an awkward smile. "What!?" I gasp. Hermiones head turns to me. "Hermione!" I practically yell. "We all know i wouldn't even touch Mattheo Riddle with a ten foot pole!?" I pause. "We know, but still..he has been flirting with you a lot recently.." I groan. "You bloody idiots, he flirts with everyone!" I exclaim. The whole table is now watching our argument. "I suppose." Ron says, taking a huge bite of a turkey leg. "Look, i believe you, Y/n." Hermione smiles. "Thank you!" I sigh in relief. At least someone believes me. "Come on, we've been at his head since the first year! Why would I ever date Mattheo Riddle?!" Harry looks down. "I suppose I believe you. But his father is a horrible person." I let out a sympathetic smile for him. Mattheos' father did kill Harry's parents. "I know." I say, leaning over the table slightly, patting him. "Thank you, Y/n." He says.

Then, a student I've never seen before, I'm guessing they're a 6th year student, comes up to me. "Is it true? Is it true that you're dating Mattheo Riddle!?" He asks. I sigh heavily. "Sorry, but no, i hate that guy." I say, smiling sarcastically before rolling my eyes. "Oh." He simply says before walking away. Throughout my time of trying to peacefully eat my dinner, at least 2 other people came up to me to ask the same thing; if I was dating Mattheo.

"Excuse me-" a little boy speaks up.

I groan loudly. "No, i am not dating Mattheo Riddle, and no, i will never ever date him!" I stand up, pushing past the kid. I probably said that so loudly that the whole castle heard. Many people begin to stare as I walk out.

I storm out as I walk through the corridors. A ravenclaw student looks me up and down, his eyes squinting. "What?" I hiss at him, he looks down and walks faster, avoiding my gaze. I roll my eyes. Gosh! Does the whole school know about that rumor? Maybe Riddle knows something about all of this, either if he knew who started it or where the rumor came from.

I head down to the duegons, where the Slytherin common room was located. I remember the password for the room because once in my 3rd year, I was paired up with Blaise Zabini for a project. "Pureblood," I mumble as the door opens. I look around, and thankfully, everyone is at dinner. The coast is clear. If people saw me here in my red robes and found out i was going to Mattheos dorm, it was further escalated to the situation. I walk up the stairs to the boys' dormitory. I look at the sliver signs hung outside the doors, I see many familiar names, like Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, and finally, Mattho Riddle.

I hesitate for a moment, rethinking my choices. I inhale deeply as I knock. I wait a few fair seconds before he opens the door. He's in his regular clothes; a grey shirt and black jeans. My eyes betray me as I check him out slightly. I look back at his stupidly handsome face. His face has many previous scars from the many fights he had. At least once a week, he fights someone for a stupid reason. Once, he fought someone for simply giving him a dirty look.

"Checking me out, L/n?" He chuckles, his tone dripping with curiosity and sarcasm. "As if!" I say. "Now, we have to talk." I say, entering his dorm. "About what?" He says, catching up to me. I take a second to admire his dorm. It's surprisingly clean and tidy. I highly expected to see a bunch of dirty laundry all over the place. I guess Mattheos is the type of guy to seem very messy when he's actually very clean. He's like that with academics. He seems like a slacker, especially considering his "bad boy" reputation. I thought he got horrible grades, but he's actually the second highest in our whole year. First, obviously being Hermione.

"The rumor." I say, turning around face him. His eyebrows widen in almost a taunting way. "What rumor?" He smiles innocently. "The rumor!" I repeat. "Im sorry, I have no idea of what you're talking about." He exclaims. His expressions obviously very dramatic. "Bloody idiot." I mutter, crossing my arms. "The rumor of us dating." I mutter fast, looking to the side. "I'm sorry, what was that?" He says, his eyes widening, he steps closer. "The rumor going around of us dating." I say this time clearly and more louder. "Ohh, that one." He nods, walking around me, his hands behind him in a professional manner, like a hunter roaming its prey.

"We have to put an end to this. At least 5 people had asked me today if I was dating your arse." He pauses. "And what did you reply back?" He says. "That i wouldn't touch you with a 10 foot pole!" I yell, glaring at him. He looks back, we have a staring contest for a few moments, I could feel my heart beating nervously, I suddenly blink and end the eye contact. "Funny." He says.

"Tomorrow, you're going to tell everyone that you hate me and that we never dated." I threaten, it's more of an empty threat, though. He leans back against his desk, arms crossed, watching her with that infuriating smirk. "Is that so?" His voice is lazy, almost amused. I step closer, my jaw tightening. "Yes. You’re going to end this rumor tomorrow." Mattheo tilts his head, eyes flicking over me. I shift uncomfortably. "And what if I don’t?" I exhale sharply. "Then I’ll do it myself." He chuckles, low and dangerous. "Go ahead. See if anyone believes you." I inhale deeply. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" He smirks. "A lot of things, love." He says. Love? Did this idiot just call me love!? I catch my breath, but I refuse to back down. "You’re utterly disgusting." His smirk deepens. "And yet, you came all the way here… to my dorm…" My throat tightens as I begin to come up with an answer. "Well, because I-"

"Because what, sweetheart?" His tone dripping with mockery. "I fucking hate you!" I yell. "For someone who claims to hate me, you sure do blush a lot." He smirks. His face leaning in, his hands in his pockets. His right, I am blushing. More then I should be. "It's just hot in here.."

"Sure." He whispers. He's so close i can practically feel the heat radiating off of him. "Admit it." He spits, his voice laced with desire. I gulp. "You like this..."

I'm guessing this means all the undeniable tension between us and the attention he's giving me.

I make a bold move and step forward. We're practically touching now. I just realized how tall Mattheo is - he's at least a foot taller than me. I look up at him, and he looks down at me, licking his lips. I'm going to go crazy is this man doesn't smash his lips onto mine in the nex-

Mattheo grabs my waist and presses his lips onto mine. I take a moment to taste his lips. Of course, they taste like smoke from all the cigarettes he smokes. The kiss is everything in one, rough, soft, hard, light.

"Did you seriously just use Legilimency on me, Riddle!?" I exclaim, figeting with his tie. "Possibly..?" He murmurs, his eyes tracing up and down my body. He changes the topic by shushing me by kissing me. He pins me to the nearest wall, my back colliding with it. I moan softly. He pulls at my skirt a little.

"You know.." I whisper. "If you want me to take my clothes off, just say so." I say. "Please do -" he whimpers. I undo my top slowly as he watches, his eyes hungry. When i finally unbutton my top to reveal my lace bra, his eyes widen as his lips part. "Wow.." he whispers. My stomach does a blackflip. I pull down my skirt. Under my skirt, there's my matching black underwear. He runs his hands over my body as he leans in for another hungry kiss, this one being much rougher. "Jump." He whispers, i do, he catches me, his hands digging into my thigh, he kisses my neck as he throws me onto his bed. I moan as I land on his soft bed, I rub my hands along the hem of his shirt, pulling it off, and he breathes heavily. My eyes glaze over his toned body. He has broad shoulders and abs. I lick my lips as I trace my finger along his body in a seductive way.

He has many faded scars, showcasing all the trauma he's been, though. He leans down and kisses my cleavage all the way up to my neck, each time leaving some purple bruises along my body. I tilt my head back in pleasure.

I grasp his shoulders as I flip him so he's underneath me. It's my turn to mark him.

He gasps slightly before smirking.

"Not so innocent, eh?" He chuckles. I shush him with a fat kiss on his lips. He cups my cheeks, my hands roam all around his perfect body. I climb on top of him, straddling him. I notice the hard budge in his pants, i grab it boldy as I kiss him. He buckles his hips, grabbing my waist. "Fuck-" he murmurs, titling his head back. I smirk, drawing circles on his pants. "Fucking hell Y/n.." he mumbles. "Suck my dick right now." He demands. "Beg for me." I whisper, unzipping his pants slowly. "Youre going to be the detah of me." He sighs. "Please, L/n, suck my fucking dick." He exclaims, caressing my cheek. "Please.." he begs more.

If you would have told me a few ago that Mattheo was begging for me to suck his dick I would think you would utterly bloody insane.

I unzip his pants and pull them down to his knees. My eyes widen at his black boxers. His dick looks huge. I look back at him, his eyes screaming with lust. His eyes low and dangerous. I pull down his boxers. I gasped at his length. He's fucking massive. He smirks. I probably boosted his ego way more. It's already high enough as it is.

He dick is stained with pre cum, I tease him by stroking his cock, he whimpers.

"Fuc-" he stammers. "Fuck y/n!" He yells.

I stroke it faster as he runs out of breath. "You like that?" I smirk. "Mm, yes." He reply back, holding my waist. I bring my mouth closer to his cock, I lick his tip, tasting his salty juices. I make sure my tongue licks all around his tip, going in a circular motion. I slowly bob my head, sucking lightly, storking his dick, my other hand resting on his thigh. "D-damn." He stutters out. "Imagine if your stupid little friends saw what yo-you were doing right now." He taunts. "And imagine what your high egoed, jerk friends saw you right now." I say, my mouth full of his cock. "Shit, I'm gonna c-come." He shouts. "Go ahead." I mutter. As he comes in my mouth, i lick every last drop up. He tilts his head back again, mumbling a few curses.

"What a slut. Tsk tsk." He whispers in my ear, grabbing my hair. I gasp. "Now," he begins. "I think i need to fuck that attitude right out of ya." He murmurs, his voice sinister. I nod helplessly. "I need fucking words Y/n." He demands. "Yes, please.." i answer "Please what?" He asks. "Please fuck me!" I yell, his hands dangerously close to my pussy. He grabs me and flips me, so he's now ontop. He places a hand under me, his hand fidgeting with my bra strap until it clicks off. He throws my bra across the room. He places a quick kiss in between my breasts, as he also rips off my underwear. "Such a pretty body." He licks his lips. "To bad you have such a bitchy attitude." He smirks. "What a handsome face, too bad you're such a bloody idiot." I sarcastically say, touching his cheek.

Now, we're both completely naked. I still can't believe this is happening, Mattheo Riddle, aka the guy who has constantly bullied and picked on me since first year, is now about to fuck me. But this doesn't mean anything? Right? It's just a quick fuck, we'll put our clothes back on and he'll tell me to get out, and we'll go back to our old routines without uttering a word about this night..?

He grabs both of my legs and places them overtop his shoulders, his dick lining up with my opening. "Do it." I demand, grabbing his sheets. "Spit." He says, holding his hand out for me to spit in. He rubs my saliva all over his dick. His tip enters my opening as I moan softly. I buckle my hips getting used to this. "Y/n," he asks. "Are you a virgin?" I smirk"Fucking whore. Who was it?" He asks. "Fred Weasley." I yell as he enters me. "Was he good?" Mattheo scoffs, his voice laced with jealously. "He was a-amazing-!" I shout, my voice cracking. He slowly goes in and out. "I'll fuck you so hard the only thing that you will remember is my name, I'll be all you could think of" He smirks. I gasped at this. I do nothing but nod.

I remember around 6 months ago I fucked Fred, I cant remember how it happend, but it did. He was pretty good, but we agreed to never bring it up again.

He's so big I can feel him in my stomach. "Fuck!" I yell, my eyes rolling back. "I...mm! Fucking...hate..you!" I shout at him, I close my eyes due to the overwhelming pleasure. "Keep telling yourself that!" He yells aswell. He hits my sweetspot as I moan loudly. "Moan any louder, and the whole common room will hear." He teases, grabbing my breasts. He coutines to push in and out of me, roughly. I could feel the bed speaking. I grab his shoulder, my fingernails digging into him.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I yell. I can tell I'm close. "I'm gonna- cum!" I whimper, looking up at him. "Cum all over my cock." He says, rubbing my sides. So I do. "Fucking perfect." He praises. I sigh in relief as he flops beside me. "So, am i better than that Weasley boy?" He asks me. "I guess so." I shurg nonchalantly as I stand up, picking up my clothes and putting them back on me. "That's all you have to say!?" He gasps. "Looks like someone's jealous." I boop his nose. "I am not!" He shouts. "Just kidding, you were fucking amazing." I smile lightly. "Uh, thank you."

"Mattheo, are we still enemies or..?" I ask, looking down. "I mean.. if you want to be.. I don't think any of our friends would approve of us.. you know..dating." he replies back. I can imagine my friends' reactions when I tell them I'm actually dating Mattheo Riddle, and it's not just some rumor. "Unless.. you wanna date in like secrect?" He inhales, steping closer to me, as he buttons up his top. "Uh..yeah..I'll like that." I smile. I guess, deep down, i always had feelings for Mattheo.. I just kinda denied them and ignored them. I guess that's why I always feel nervous around him. "Come back here tomorrow, love." He kisses me. "See you later." I smile.

The next day, i found myself staring at him in classes, the great hall, the hallways , you name it. It was like Cupid struck me with an arrow. Sure, he was amazing at sex, but what would he be like as a boyfriend? "Y/n, earth to Y/n!" Hermione says, waving a hand in my face. "Sorry, mione." I giggle awkwardly. "Guess what!" She smiles. "What? Did you finally free the house elves?" I smile back. "Shutup!" She laughs. "Anyways, someone cleared up the rumor, so now everyone knows it was fake and how you two hate each other!" She pats my back. "Wow! Great!" I fake smile. I hate how we could tell no one about us. How we had to pretend to be enemies.

After I eat, I arrive at Mattheos dorm, the same time as yesterday, I uttered an excuse about having to finish my homework. I make sure no one's looking as I climb up to his dorm. I knock.

"Hi." I smile. "Hey." He smiles back, opening the door wider, inviting me in. "My sheets still smell like you?" He randomly says. "Great." I say as I walk in, sitting on his bed. "We need rules.." i state. "Rules?" He asks. "To us secretly dating." I remind him. He sits next to me. "In public, we act like enemies. I'll come to your dorm at least twice a week, maybe more. I just need enough excuses."

"Got it." He nods. "Can you stay here tonight, though?" He asks me, his hand on my thigh. "Uh, sure, I'll just say i slept over at someone's dorm.." But who's? Definitely not anyone in Gryffindor, I don't know many people in hufflepuff that I'm close with. Ravenclaw..wait..Luna Lovegood! I could tell her about this whole dating thing, and she'll cover for me!" I look at Mattheo, I just realized how pretty he looks in this lightning. "I could say that I went to Luna Lovegoods dorm for a sleepover once a week, I could tell her, she's to busy in her own world to care about us dating, she'll never judge us." I say, grabbing his hand. "That works." He smiles.

After a few hours of talking, it's getting pretty late, so we lay down, facing each other. "You're so pretty." He says, putting a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You are too." I mutter my hand on his cheek. "Do you think we can sneak off to Hogsmeade tomorrow? Will anyone see us?" He asks me. "Sure, but we'll have to be extra careful." I say as he nods. "Y/n, can we spoon?" He asks me. "Okay, but I call the little spoon." He grabs me gently, pulling me closer to him. "Works for me." He says, before I fall asleep.

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ᴀ/ɴ; ....ɪ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ!! ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ sᴇx, ᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢᴜʏ. sᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴏ sᴏ sᴏʀʀʏ ɪғ ɪᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ....

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[aur0ral1ghts]

ᴀᴍᴏʀᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀ ❧

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴄᴏɴғᴇssᴇs ʜɪs ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ..

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs; sᴏғᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ, ғʟᴜғғ, ᴋɪssɪɴɢ, ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ, ғʀɪᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs.

Me and Mattheo Riddle have never gotten along. We are what you call frienemies, we are not exactly friends, but we aren't enemies. We just like to tease and pick on each other. Me and him are in the same friend group, so that's when we kinda get along. Maybe once or twice a month, we would actually have a normal conversation without insulting each other. Another reason why we don't get along is his personality. He flirts with even damn girl in this school, it's annoying honestly. He's also the schools playboy, every week he brings a new girl to his dorm, and fucks her then kicks the girl out of his dormitory like she meant nothing to him.

But we do have a few things in common, like to my surprise, we both like to read. I found this out because one day I was heading to the library to find a new book to read, and I saw him. I saw Mattheo sitting down, reading a book that wasn't a textbook made for studying. His eyes gleamed with curiosity as he flipped the page, his eyes tracing over the words written among the page.

I couldn't help but admire him for a quick moment. He looked so cute and focused, and, wait, what am I talking about..?

I walked up behind him. He turned around, his breath hitched.

"Who knew I'll see the day to find Mattheo Riddle reading a book and enjoying it?" I chuckle. He scoffs as he closes the book. "Well, I do infact read, and I enjoy it." He mutters, blinking up at me.

"Shocking." I say, exaggerating my tone. "Why are you here?" He asks, standing up, leaning on a bookshelf infront of me.

"Choosing out a new book to read." I shurg. "Not surprised." He chuckles under his breath. "Also, I've read that book you're reading right now." I say. "Spoilers; I cried at the end." I exclaim, running my finger along the spine of a book. "Don't spoil it for me, dumbass." He says, nudging me. I giggle to myself as I find a book I like, I pull it out and examine the corver. "Anyways, bye Riddle." I say, walking away to check the book out. "Right, uh, later." He mutters clearing his throat.

But that's pretty much the only thing we have common, besides having the same group of friends and both being in Slytherin.

[Mattheo]

I heard some footsteps enter the libary, I knew it was Y/ns, I could tell by her shoes, she wears these loud black shoes they have a certain sound. You just know it's her when she walks into a room.

I pretend I don't notice, I can feel her eyes upon me, she then sneaks behind me. She leans down and says close to my ear, "Who knew I'll see the day to find Mattheo Riddle reading a book, and enjoying it." She chuckles, I look back at her pretty and perfect face.

A few months ago, I randomly fell in love with y/n. It all kinda happend, one day, I was pissed off at her for something, and then the next day, I found myself staring at her and admiring her. I hated myself for it. It took me at least a whole month to accept my feelings. I've never loved a girl before, sure I had a small crush on Pansy Parkinson in first year, but that doesn't count. It only lasted a week or so.

A few weeks ago I saw Y/n read this book, she seemed really interested in it, so i got the book out, which is the book I'm currently reading.

I didn't mean to be creepy or anything- but I wanted to get into what she liked. So once told me she enjoyed Astronomy the most, so i decided to read a little about it.

[Y/n]

We are all sitting in the great hall, chatting amongst ourselves and eating the food provided in front of us.

"Are you guys going to try out for Quidditch?" Blaise Zabini asks us. "Hell, yeah!" Mattho answers, as Blaise and him clap hands together. "Me and Y/n are just going to watch the tryouts, right?" Pansy says, nudging me with her elbow. "Right." I say giggling.

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The next day, I enter potions, excited to see what we are going to do. I use to not be that interesting in potions due to Snapes boring lessons, but ever since Slughorn starting teaching potions, I've grown to like it more and more.

I stand next to Pansy as I see a red-pinkish liquid on the table, brewing. I could smell a faint smell of..

Cigarettes, rich colange, and books.

Why did I smell that?

"Pansy, do you smell that?" I ask. "Smell what?" She whispers, clenching her book to her chest. "Cigarettes, and colange." I mutter under my breath. "I don't smell that? I smell apples, mint, and fresh air?" Huh? That's werid. I definitely wasn't sick, my nostrils were working fine.

"Ah, girls, it seems you have discovered Amortentia."

Amortentia, i repeat in my head. I heard of this potion, but I forgot what it is, it's on the tip of my tongue.

"Professor, what exactly is Amortentia?" I question. "Great question, Y/n, you'll find out soon enough." He chuckles. I nod.

"Alright, alright, everyone, please settle down and gather around this table." He clears his throat as students gather.

"So-"

The door slams open as a messed up Mattheo enters, looking undeniably hot. His hair was slightly messed up, his tie on his uniform was not done properly, and a cigarette was placed in his mouth. I'll hate to admit it, but he looked awfully hot.

Slughorn clears his throat. "Mr. Riddle. You're late."

"Yeah, I've noticed." He scoffs. A few students giggled.

Slughorn eyes Mattheos cigarette, he looks down at it and mumbles an "Oh." Then places it in his pocket, probably saving it for later or something.

Mattheos walks behind me, his breathing loud and hot.

"Anyways." Slughorn says.

"Gosh, Y/n, how much perfume did you spray!?" He whispers a little to loud as most of the class begins to laugh. I turn my head to face him. "I didn't spray any." I mutter. His face twists into confusion.

"Ahem, as I was saying before I got interrupted, So this lovely pink potion we have brewing over here is Amortentia, which is known to be the most intense and most powerful love potion in the world, it's rumored to smell like whatever you're attractive too."

I turn to Mattheo again to see his red flushed face. It's almost cute.

"I guess we all know who Mr. Riddle is attracted, too." He chuckles. Suddenly, Mattheo scoffs loudly before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him. It's almost like a child throwing a taturm.

Pansy comes closer to me. "What the heck was that!?" She whisper yells. "I dunno.."

Slughorn sighs, before looking back at me. "Y/n, if you will." He motions to the door.

"Uh, sure profosser." I nod, walking towards the door. This was unfair, why'd I had to to get him after his outburst? Why couldn't one of his minions go fetch him?

I headed to go to see if he had gone to the bathroom because in previous instances, he was often caught skipping in that bathroom. No one really uses it because most teachers won't allow you to use the restroom during class. You would have to wait until break, plus no one really used that bathroom due to it not being properly taken care of. There was always a bunch of cobwebs all over the celling.

I walk up to the door, and I almost hesitate to knock. But I give in and do it.

No reply.

I wanted to check anything place, but I had this werid gut feeling telling me to check inside just in case. So I opened the door as I looked at the ground.

"Mattheo..?" I ask softly, still looking down. I wait a full five seconds before he answers. "What?"

"I'm coming in." I call out, my voice echoing within the massive bathroom. I scan the room before laying eyes onto Mattheo. He's to my left side, sitting down against a hard brick wall, smoking a cigarette. (Probably the same one he stuffed into his pocket earlier.) He's also writing in a black journal. He looks up at me, lips parted, his messy curls laid perfectly upon his face.

I slowly approach him. I sit down next to him, hugging my knees, letting my back fall against the harsh brick wall. He closes his journal quickly before placing it next to him.

"Uh. Just so you know, Slughorn is looking for you." I mutter in a low tone, fidgeting with my fingers. I felt almost nervous being this close to him. I felt a wave of butterflies wash over me.

"I don't care about that jerk." He mumbles, leaning his head back, fidgeting with his wand.

"He had no right to expose you like that." I say. "Thanks." We both sit there awkwardly for a few seconds before he calls out.

"So..what did you smell in the Amortentia?" He says, looking at me, obersving me.

"Oh, um. I smelt cigarettes, rich colange and books." My face then turns red once I've realized what I've just said. I have smelt Mattheo in the potion, and I know I have just realized. I guess when I smelt him, I guess I just didn't expect it at first, I denied it. I just convinced myself I smelt someone else. But in reality, it was him.

He smirks to himself.

"Hey, Mattheo?" I question trying to avoid the subject.

He doesn't reply back, but he looks at me. My heart pounded out of my chest.

"Why do you hate me? Or at least act like it."

"I dont really hate you. I've never had. I guess I hate you because I love you."

My mouth opens but doesn't make any noise. I can't believe he just said that. Mattheo Riddle actually loves me? Sure he was attracted to me but loves me?

"Wanna know something?" He smirks. I nod helplessly. "I think you smelt me in the Amortentia."

"I think so, too." I admit as he leans in closer.

"Can I kiss you?" He says as I smile widely. "Please..?" He asks. "Yes, you can." I answer. And with that, he kisses me.

The kiss is everything I've ever wanted. It's soft, gentle, and passionate. Usually, when I imagined Mattheo kissing me, i would imagine it to be rough and lustful.

He cups onto my check, his other hand wrapped around my waist, as he pulls me in closer to him.

"Mm, you have no damn idea how long I've been waiting for this exact moment." He whispers, pulling a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Me too." I say, looking at him, as our foreheads touch.

"So, will you be my girlfriend?" He asks me out of the blue.

"Yes." I whisper back.

"Good." He smiles, as we kiss again.

A/n; this was fun to write! :)

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ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴍᴀʀᴋ - ᴍ.ʀ

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀsᴛʀᴏᴍᴀʀʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ.

ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢs: ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ!ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ x ᴀɴʏ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ. sᴀᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ.

"Mattheo?" I mutter, looking down at his figure. He's sitting down against a wall, his hands hugging his knees, his face buried in his knees. His hair messy.

I haven't expected to see Mattheo here, i just came to the astronomy tower to hopefully get some peace and quiet from all the noise within the castle.

"What." He spits, his voice muffled, not looking up at him. "Uh, are you..alright?" I ask. Me and Mattheo never really got along. He was always throwing some stupid insult at me.

"Shut the fuck u-up!" He yells. His hands diggint in his curls, his breathing very messed up and loud.

Was Mattheo, the big bad Slytherin prince, having a panic attack!?

I run up to him, kneeling down to his level. I hesitate for a second before placing my hand on his back.

"Hey-" i pause. "Look at me, please." I say. He obeys, looking up at me, his eyes tear stained, his eyebags very noticeable. His lips trembling. I don't know what I'm doing, but I pull him in for a hug. He gasps before hugging me back. His weeps become louder.

"Listen to my heartbeat." I whisper, I feel his nails digging into my skin, but I don't care. He nods slowly. I can hear his breathing becoming more normal and slow paced. "You're okay.." i say in his ear. I pull away from the hug and sit down next to him.

"Uh, thank you..Y/n.." he mutters, wiping his face, his sleeve wet.

"Of course.." I reply back.

He looks at me and takes a deep breath. He rolls up his sleeve, revealing the dark mark. I gasp.

"I-i didn't have a choice." He whispers. "I took countlessly showers to try to wash it off..." he admits. "Now I'm even more of a monster.."

My heart stops. I knew he was going to get the mark sooner or later, considering his father is the dark lord and all, but I didn't know he would break down like this, he was so vulnerable with me...

"Mattheo, listen to me." I say, grabbing his hands. "You were never a monster." I say, voice cracking. He chuckles, but his chuckle isn't authentic. It's more sarcastic. "Say it again..please." He pleads.

"You're not a monster. You never were..you were simply just a boy with a troubled past..yearning for something.."

His eyes widen with desire and hope.

"This is why I fell in love with you, Y/n.." he says before kissing me softly.

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Hello! I really love reading your writing. If you don't mind, can you write a story where bf! Mattheo secretly plans a birthday surprise for his gf! Reader? Thank you in advance! ✨

sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ!

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇs ʜɪs ɢɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴀʏ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ; ᴀɴʏʜᴏᴜsᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʙғ!ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs; ɴᴏɴᴇ! :)

I wake up with a giant yawn, my arms streching out, I rub my eyes. It was my birthday today, I've always loved my birthday, I mean, i think everyone does, my I love my birthday, especially more because it's a new chapter of life. A fresh start, and I also love the attention I get.

I get out of bed and put on my special outfit. I've been saving for at least 2 weeks now; a black tube top, a jean skirt, and a leather jacket to finish off the look. I got the outfit at a store at Hogsmeade when I was going on a date with Mattheo. He even helped me choose this outfit. I was glad my birthday was on a Saturday, which gave me the freedom to wear whatever I wanted without wearing a uniform.

I don't really know what to do with my hair, so I just curl it. I place the curling iron on my vanity, my hand fidgeting with the curl until it's perfect. I clip the curl back and do another one. I repeat this until my head is full of curls. I look in the mirror and smile.

I open the drawer to all my makeup, pulling my favorites, i start with blush, dabbing some along my cheekbone, blending it with a brush. I curl my eyelashes, and then I do numerous layers of mascara on my eyelashes. Using a wipe to clean off any messes.

My gaze looks upon a Polaroid of me and Mattheo, on our second date, at a restaurant he took us to in Hogsmeade, I remember I brought a muggle Polaroid camera (one of my friends had brought me it for a gift exchange during the holidays.) When I took it out of my purse, he was bloody confused, I explained to him that it was a camera that muggles used to take photos.

"So..do the photos move?" He asks me, fidgeting with a fork, waiting for our food to come. "No, they don't move." I exclaim. "Oh." He pouts. "Its alright, I promise they will turn out good!" I reassure him. "If you say so." He shurgs, placing the fork down as he leans in closer, inspecting the camera. "I'll take a photo of you." I say, pointing the camera to him. "Does it hurt?!" He says, eyebrows rasing, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "No! Silly, you won't feel a single thing!" I smile, angling the camera to face him. "Promise?" He murmurs. "Promise." I nod. "Three, two, one." I say, clicking a button, there's a sudden flash. "There's wasn't so hard, was it?" I ask, holding the Polaroid in front of us. The little photo frame slowly comes out from the bottom, and Mattheo watches in awe. Finally, when the photo was ready, I shook it so it was fully processed. My eyes widen when I look at the photo. I haven't had time to see his pose. In the photo, Mattheo smiles widely, his eyes crossed eyed, looking at his nose. "You look so stupid!" I chuckle. He frowns. "Cute. You look cute." He smiles. "Thank you, love." At that moment, i swear I could feel butterflies doing a backflip in my stomach. "Let me take one of you now." He says. "Okay." I say, adjusting my hair. "Oh, just click that top button when you're ready." I say, pointing to the button. "Thanks." He mutters, focusing on capturing the perfect angle. "Three, two...one!" He says, clicking the button. I do two thumbs up. I grab the camera from him as he scoots closer to me, wanting to see the final result. Finally, the photo comes out. "My beautiful girlfriend." He says almost like a proud father, patting his chest. I smile widely. "My beautiful Mattheo." I say, kissing his cheek.

I then hear a knock on the door, snapping me out of my thoughts. I open it to see all my friends outside, one of them holding a cake, another one holding a bunch of balloons. "Awe, you guys!" I thank, my friend, gives me the cake, as I place it on the nearest table. The cake is vanilla, my favorite. I give each other of my friends a hug. I felt a hint of sadness when I didn't see Mattheo within the group. "Ugh, I can't believe you're so old now!" One of my friends weeps, hugging me. I giggle. "I'm not that old, and isn't your birthday next month? You'll be my age soon!" I say, rubbing her back. "I suppose you're right." She frowns. "Okay, can we talk about how pretty she looks!?" One of my friends gasped, playing with my hair. "Awh! Thank you! I love you guys." I hug them all.

After around 30 minutes of talking and gossiping, they say goodbye. I lay down on my bed, thinking about Mattheo. I would have totally thought Mattheo would have woken up extra early and spend the day with me. But I guess not.

What..if he forgot...?

No, he couldn't have! He cares about me, why would he forget my special day. I mean.. it's my first birthday. I'm spending time with him, I guess he's still new to this. He told me I was his first girlfriend. Sure, he had many numerous hookups, but he told me I was the first one he loved. Actually loved. It still makes my heart beat every time I think about the first time he's asked me to be his girlfriend.

Back then, we weren't necessarily friends, but more like peers. Sure, like every other female in the school, he would occasionally flirt. Calling me stupid pet names like "Princess." Or "Sunshine." Then, one day, we were paired up together for a class project. It was a charms essay we would have to complete together. We sat in the library, I, of course, ended up doing most of the work while he would just sit around, figeting with his wand. But he was fun to talk to. He would tease me, and I would reply with a snarky reply as he chuckled. Then one day it sorta just happend, one day, I found myself rolling my eyes at his comment. The next, I found myself unable to stop thinking about him, i even found myself staring at his, trying to search for his dark chocolate curls in crowded corridors.

One day in class, Mattheo blows me a paper swan, It read; "Hey. Meet me at the astronomy tower tonight at 8:30."

So when I went to the tower that night, there he stood, holding flowers and chocolate, specifically my favorite flowers. "Whats all this?" I giggle. "There for you." He answers. I felt myself blushing. "Thank you." I say, grabbing the items from him. "So, uh, I asked you here tonight.." He pauses. "Uh, i was wondering...if you would be..my girlfriend." He mumbles, fidgeting. "Yes! Of course-" I say, as he hugs me.

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After a long day of hanging out with friends, and still no sight of Mattheo. Maybe he just slept in... an extra 8 hours.. a paper swan blows out of my window. My lips part as I catch the paper. "Black Lake -M.R." My heart races, what was this all about!? None of the less, I grab my bag and walk to the black lake, I wave to a few familiar faces in the hallway, I smile as they thank me a happy birthday.

I squint my eyes as I look around the lake, searching for Mattheo, then I see a beautiful sight.

Many candles carefully placed along a blanket, a bouquet of flowers lay on the blanket, as well as a bunch of my favorite foods and two bottles of drink.

I walk closer to it, inspecting it, i gasp as someone corvers my eyes with their hands. I turn around. "Mattheo!?" I question as he smiles uncontrollably. "Hi, baby!" He says, kissing me all around my face. "You bloody idiot!" I say, smacking him. "Ow!" He Frowns. "You waited until the very last moment to celebrate my birthday?" He looks down. "Suriprise!" He says, jazzing his hands up. I roll my eyes while smiling. "Hey, remember I'm still new to this!" He says. "Remember our 6 month anniversary? You got me a gift, and I pretty much forgot?" He states. "Then, on our 7 month anniversary, you went all out." I chuckle. "Indeed." He says, intertwining our hands, as he begins to walk to the blanket. "This is beautiful, love." I say, kissing him. "I spent pretty much all day setting it up. Had to beg Theo to give me these." He says, pointing to the drinks. His friend Theo was a huge drinker. Every time I went to the Slytherin common room to go to his dorm, I would see Theo sitting down, drinking. "I know you don't usually drink, but today can be an exception?" He asks. "Okay." I smile. I pick up a strawberry and bite into it. "Want one?" I ask. "No.." he murmurs. "Why not!? They're so good!" I say. "Just cuz!" He says. I look at him. "Dont tell me you never had a strawberry before.." I smirk. "Uh, no!" He quickly lies. I try to open his mouth and try to stuff one in his mouth. "Eww! No!" He protests, i giggle. "C'mon!! Take a bite!" I beg. He grabs my waist. "Fine, but only for you." He winks. "You're so cheesy!" I say as I feed him a strawberry. "Is it good?" I ask. "Meh. It's okay, I suppose." He shurgs.

After we finish eating, he holds my hand as we look at the setting sun. "It's beautiful, isn't it." He smiles. "It is." I say. "My beautiful girl is getting so old." He frowns. "Oh shush." I laugh. "But yet again, another year closer for us to get married and us living together." My heart races. He wants to marry me and spend the rest of his life with me? "What type of house do you think you want?" I ask. He hums. "Definitely a classic house. Definitely not a modern house. Those are boring." He says. "Me too." I agree. "How many kids do you want?" I think for a moment. "Maybe two kids. One boy, one girl." He nods. "I would definitely want a boy." He says. "I could totally see you being a girl dad." I exclaim. " Actually, me too." He murmurs. "I don't know if I can handle a boy child." I laugh. "Can I braid your hair, love?" I nod. "Of course." I say, positioning myself on his lap. He starts to play with my hair before braiding it. "Your hair is so beautiful. I'm jealous." He pouts. "Your hair is so luscious. What conditioner do you use?" I ask. "I can show you after if you want." He says. "Can I stay tonight in your dorm tonight? We don't have classes tomorrow." I beg. "Of course."

After another hour, it starts to get cold, I realize i forget my jacket at my dorm. He helps me stand up, grabbing both my hands. I brush some dirt off of me. I help him fold up the blanket. "Want my jacket?" He offers, taking it off, meaning i have no choice but to take his jacket. "Yes, thank you." I smile as he helps put the jacket on me. It smells like him. We head back to his dorm, he's places all the stuff on his table as we head to his bed. I let out a high sigh as I lay down. "I wish it was my birthday forever." I groan. "Me too." He says as he flops down next to me. He slowly wraps his arms around me, bringing me in. I feel his warm embrace as he wraps a blanket around us. "I love you, happy birthday, my love." He mumbles in my ear. "I love you too." I whisper as we fall asleep together.

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A/n; thank you so much for requesting this, I love this! Sorry that it took me at while to write this, I was busy + lost some motivation.

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