A Dream Come True

A dream come true

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!artist reader

Warnings: Anxiety, shakiness, slight blood, bad parenting(?). Tell me if I’ve missed anything.

Summary: The reader paints an unknown man from her dream, and Bucky sees his face on a painting during the exhibition.

Word count: A little over 1.7k

Your hands were clammy, nails digging into the soft flesh of your palms, nibbling on your bottom lip, you opened the curtains slightly, gazing at the growing crowd right outside of the building you were in. It was the day. Your art exhibition, for which you had prepared your whole life. Pursuing the career you wanted was harder than you imagined, your parents not being too supportive of your choice, reasoning their pure disappointment with “The job of an artists does NOT get paid well, and you will no be able to survive for long, you should get a degree in medicine, instead, like your cousin”. 

Screw that, you thought, before taking the call from the small studio apartment’s owner. Soon you found yourself moving out of your parents’ house and settling in the small studio, you now, called home. Of course, it wasn’t easy at first, but you made a living by initially working at a local bookstore, painting and selling pictures. The money was enough to feed you and your fellow feline, Louie. Living alone, you missed company, which led you to adopting a ginger cat, who was just the perfect companion for you. 


“Oh come on, Bucky, you’ve been a couch potato for already three weeks, it’s time to see some new people, hang around, get drunk, you know, what we used to back then” the blond man elbowed the brunette next to him with a raised eyebrow.

“Rogers, exactly, back then, not NOW, leave me alon-“ he got cut off by someone clearing their throat, glancing at the girl in front of him, he looked at Steve whose smile was already beyond his ears. 

“Linda, dear” Steve chirped like a lovesick teenager, throwing his muscular arms around the girl, giving her a sweet kiss on the lips, to which Bucky glared, his nose scrunching in annoyance. “This grump here is my friend, James, just call him Bucky.” The girl laughed, putting her hand out for a handshake. 

“I’m Linda, Bucky” the girl smiled, to which Bucky just hummed and shook her hand for less than a second. 

“Well, we’re getting late, let’s hurry” Steve interrupted the awkward silence, taking his girlfriend, holding her hand, he shoved Bucky to his other side, as not to let him run away. 

“Would be better to be late” Bucky replied under his breath, putting his hands into his black jeans’ pockets. 

It took less than 10 minutes for them to arrive at the hall, for which Steve had got tickets. 


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“This is a picture from Montenegro” you answered the elderly woman who was standing next to one of the many canvases. 

So far so good, the visitors were mainly either artists like yourself, or elderly people like the woman before you. 

“Drinks anyone?” Thomas announced stepping away from the small table, revealing the pomegranate lemonade, which you had made as a treat for your guests. 

Bucky had parted ways from the couple almost at the exact moment they had set their foot in the studio. Wandering around, he had his gloved metal hand in his pocket, the other one holding the blue glass full of the lemonade. Roaming around a bit more, he was about to start searching for Steve to announce that he was finally leaving, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Am I getting old, am I delusional or is that…?” He squinted, his feet moving themselves, leading him closer to a certain painted canvas. The blue eyes, stared back at him calmly. “What the hell is my face doing here?” He turned around glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention to him. 



He spotted a man helping some others, he raised his index for finger as a sign for him to come over. 

“Thomas” Bucky read from the name tag on the boy’s collar, and cleared his throat 

“Yes, Sir? How may I help you?-“ he stopped talking as Bucky moved a little making Thomas’s eyes grow wide like plates “..Oh” came the answer with slight shakiness. 

“Looks very much like you.. Sir” Thomas joked, trying to ease the tension, which was in complete vain as Bucky’s staring was blowing holes in Thomas’s head. 

You were walking around, smiling and thanking the guests who complimented the art, when you spotted Thomas opening and closing his mouth like a fish, looking quite uncomfortable and in need of help. You fastened your pace to Thomas. 

“Hey are you alright?” you then spotted the man in front of Thomas, making your heart jump into your throat and down to your knees. “G-good day” you blinked at the pure muscle of a man standing next to what looked like a mirror copy of his face, just not real and 2D. 

“What is my face doing here?” Bucky spoke up, in a harsh voice and immediately realised the angry tone of his voice, his gloved hand already rubbing his neck in nervousness “I’m sorry, it’s just-“ he was about to explain himself when you nervously laughed.

“This is one of the pictures I have drown about a month ago, I saw this man” you pointed at the man in the picture “in my, um, in my dream” you finished off your fingers nervously fidgeting, your toes curling in your shoes, as you nervously went up and down on your feet. “I’m sorry, I think-“

“Your dream?” Bucky asked surprised as he glanced at the picture then at you, neither of you noticing Thomas slipping away awkwardly. 

“I don’t always remember my dreams or have any dreams in general, so when I saw this man, I guess, you, in my dream, the image was stuck in my mind so here it is” you chuckled once more, motioning the picture. “They say that you dream only of the people you’ve met in real life” you continued. 

“I’m just stunned to see myself here” he laughed pursing his lips afterwards. 

“Hey man! I’ve been searching for- Oh?” another male voice startled you, your head turning to the blond coming from your right, arm in arm with a shorter girl. 

“Is that..you?” the girl pointed at the picture and then looked at you “Oh wait! You’re the painter right? You’re Y/N” she exclaimed with a smile.

“Miss Y/N, you made him look much younger than he already is” the blond man laughed, nudging Bucky who rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue. 


“Oh God” you replied with a laugh, covering your face that was heating up with embarrassment. 

“Shut it, Steve” Bucky grunted stepping in front of his picture. “Never told you, but Miss Y/N and I had met in a park where she asked me to model for her, to which I agreed” he lied, looking at you with a small smile. 

“Oh yeah, it was autumn, right?” You continued, thanking gods that Bucky didn’t tell the real backstory of the painting. Bucky just nodded. 

“Well well, your paintings are amazing, Miss” the blond, Steve, replied “But unfortunately, Linda and I have some plans, so we are abandoning you, Bucky” Steve lied, kissing the girl on the cheek and turned to Bucky for a quick side hug “Don’t come home without her number and a date” he secretly muttered.

Bucky rolled his eyes once more, slightly pushing his friend away “Yeah yeah, see you.“ him and you waved at the leaving couple and turned to each other. 

“You owe me something, Miss Y/N” he mused with a playful teasing smirk. “A date perhaps? Besides, I’m sure you need new paintings paintings for your upcoming exhibitions.”

“That’s true, but you’d have to wait for a little, we still have some time till we finish the event” you replied cheekily, glancing at Bucky’s hand that was placed on the wall, as he leaned onto it. “Plus, I see a very interesting something, right there, which would be just perfect for my art” you motioned at the metal peeking through the gap of his gloves and leather jacket. 

“Indeed, you have so much more to see, sweetheart.”


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You waved at Thomas and stepped out of the hall, after your guests had left, Bucky’s metal hand, at the small of your back, leading you out of the crowd. The sun was already setting, the city was slowly preparing to sleep, yet your day had just begun, as you and Bucky walked next to each other, you glanced at him, his arm occasionally brushing against yours. Just then your eyes widened, and you gasped and stopped in your tracks “Aren’t you the guy who caught my cat from running away in this same park?”

Okay so, back from a long break with this.

Hope you like it. Tell me what you think :]

PS. This is inspired by a post I saw on TikTok. Will link the video down below.

https://www.tiktok.com/@hotdognijaxon03/video/7108692230432460058?_t=8UCIy2Z7fF4&_r=1

tags: @veroriddle @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

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she's not aware that her man in her dreams is just behind her watching the painting, madly. #wattpad #warranj #wattpadrekomendasi

she's not aware that her man in her dreams is just behind her watching the painting, madly. #wattpad #warranj #wattpadrekomendasi

him.

Mickey Henry ─── Sebastian Stan

Monday (2020)

the fact that this was posted on my birthday is a blessing.

HIDE AND SEEK | mattheo riddle

summary; you and mattheo play a little game on hallowe’en.

word count; 9058

notes; don’t forget to check out the sister fic to this one by @azrielscrown, we did a lil joint thing, and you can see me making some cameos if you wanna hang out 😉 we’ve been keeping this lil secret for WEEKS and I’m so happy we can finally share it with you all <3

“Sit still, will you?” Your giggle echoed off of the stone walls in Mattheo’s bathroom. He scoffed, shuffling between his feet once again. 

“S’not my fault it tickles! I don’t know how you girls do this every day, don’t the brushes make you want to sneeze?” His nose scrunched up as he spoke, but he let you continue to set the wet paint around his face with powder. His eyes focused on you, you could feel the stare as you observed the photograph he was holding up, a cut-out piece of a magazine. “You’re pretty when you’re focused.”

“And you’re distracting me,” You switched brushes, slapping at his hand as his fingers began to tease at your thigh. Returning it to its place on the counter beside your thigh, he shuffled between your legs impatiently once again, and pouted. “I can’t do your makeup like that. Smooth your face out.”

“Kiss.”

“Mattheo—”

“Kiss!” He repeated, and the smile you wore was against your control as you leaned in, pecking his lips softly, doing your best not to smudge the makeup you’d already applied around the centre of his face. It was too short and chaste for his liking, that much was clear when you pulled away as he licked at your lower lip, a whine coming from him as he chased you forward, only to be foiled by a chuckle, and a hand on his chest.

“I’m not redoing this for you if you make a mess of it! I don’t have time, I still have to get ready myself. Party starts in less than an hour, you know.”

“I know.” Mattheo grouched, smoothing his features out as you ran a thumb over his lips, refocusing on painting the skeletal features onto his face. “Y’know, you still haven’t told me what your costume is going to be.”

“You’d know if you’d gone for a couples costume with me. Stop moving your mouth.”

“That’s not fair!” He cringed and the brush slipped right into his mouth, leaving a streak of wet paint across his tongue, and you raised your brows. “I had to go with the boys, I couldn't be the only one who didn’t join in!”

“I’m messing with you, honey. Now, stop talking.” He merely grumbled behind closed lips, but his eyes were sparkling. He remained still and quiet, letting you paint the final pieces of his makeup around his mouth, stretching the creepy, toothy grin across his cheeks. Plucking the picture from his fingers and holding it up, you glanced a few times between it and your boyfriend, shrugging with a sigh. “That’s as good as it’s gonna’ get.”

Standing straight and moving to the mirror, his jaw dropped a little, hand rising but fingers never quite touching his face, tipping his head side to side to observe it. “Damn, baby, this is better than just ‘good’, it’s great!”

“Yeah? Good enough for your little boy’s night scare fest?”

“Don’t call it that, but yes.” Reaching for his hand, you tugged him back toward you, standing him before you and shaking the bottle in your hand. “What’s that?”

“Special setting spray. Close your eyes.” He did as told, eyes closing as you unpopped the lid. “I warn you, it may take some serious scrubbing after this to get the paint off, might leave some stains.”

“Wait, what—” You sprayed it across his face, and a choked sound between a gag and a cough left him as you covered his skin in a thick layer of the spray. Flapping your hand over his face to help his glistening skin dry, his frown deepened, hands reaching for you blindly, and gripping your hips. “I feel like my eyelids just got glued shut.”

“You’re so dramatic.” He cracked his eyes back open, several blinks and a few funny faces to adjust the stiffness, before he was tapping lightly at his skin, fingers pulling away clean. “You should still be careful with it, but it should hold. Just don’t… rub your face, or get any drinks thrown at it by scared party-goers.”

“Always ruining my fun.” Mattheo’s wistful sigh had you laughing once again, slipping down from the counter and slipping your hands under the edge of his baggy shirt. Lifting it up carefully and guarding his face, he raised his arms up, helping to slip off the shirt without disturbing the makeup on his face, leaving it heaped next to the paints and brushes on the counter. “Always helping me out.”

“Yes, well, someone’s got to keep your hopeless arse out of bother.” You leaned in, placing a kiss on his chest. “What does the rest of this group costume consist of?”

“Suits. Not sure whose choice that was, probably Dray’s one condition on joining in.” Pretty brown eyes rolled at his friend, even if his lips were raised in a wide smile. “I’ll get ready, and then we can go to your dorm and get you all ready before meeting the rest?”

“I’ll go start getting ready now, while you do. Save some time.” He only hummed, your heart skipping a single beat as the first deception of the night passed seamlessly through your lips. 

“Alright, I’ll pick you up in fifteen minutes.”

You only nodded, pecking his lips delicately one more time, before slipping from his arms, out of his dorm and into the corridors. Your feet were moving fast, like a sprint through the halls towards your own dorm. Fifteen minutes was barely enough time to grab the things you need and escape from the Slytherin dorms without your boyfriend seeing you. You dragged out the bag you’d already packed from under your bed, and the pre-written note you’d hidden in your bedside drawer. 

His name was written neatly across the front, and you flipped it open, double-checking the message inside. In perfect, neat cursive;

‘Find me before midnight xo’

Folding it back up and propping it on the bed where you knew he’d see it, you eyed it for a second. Putting down your bag and rooting through, you gave your lips a half-hearted swipe of red lipstick, blotting them for a second before pressing a kiss to the note over his name, a single clue to start the game, before returning it to its spot. 

With that, you were off, leaving your dorm unlocked and enchanted, for his entry and his entry alone.

The common room was packed with groups gathered, ready to leave for the Weasley twins’ party, making it easy for you to blend in and disappear. The halls were just as busy, decorated and overflowing with chatter, the castle ghosts crowding and gathering happily to add to the atmosphere. 

Everyone else seemed to be heading down and out, leaving you as one of the few people heading up, to the prefect’s bathroom on the fifth floor. It was empty as you arrived, the sound of your bag hitting the floor creating an echo to bounce off of the walls. 

Tugging on your costume only took minutes, stashing your clothes back in the bag and leaving it open as you fished through for your makeup kit. It was as you were leaning across the sink, one eye closed as you swept eyeliner into a sharp point in one corner that the door crashed open once again. Jess stumbled through it, arms full of whatever costume the Weasley boys had forced upon her, and you stood straight up, trying not to blink and smear the wet liner before it dried. 

“Pushing it late, huh? Party starts in fifteen minutes!”

“Don't remind me…” Jess shucked off her robes, dumping the cloak on top of your empty bag, and beginning to undo the buttons of her shirt as you turned back to the mirror once again. 

When you were satisfied with your makeup, two sharp wings on either side and red lips to match your dress, you gave a happy nod to your reflection. With a few minutes to spare and a bottle of nail polish waiting to be used, you hopped up onto the sink. Costume now donned, Jess was lacing up heeled boots that reached all the way to her thighs. 

“Are you trying to scare the masses, or seduce them?” With only a sly smirk of her own in return, Jess made her way to the mirror beside yours, plucking the red lipstick from your makeup bag. 

“I’m supposed to be a bloodthirsty sorceress,” Popping the cap, she applied a coat. “Know any men who wouldn't mind having their hearts ripped out?”

“A few. The boys will be in skull makeup tonight, so aim for them first.” Your legs swung as you chuckled at her statement, focused on the brush moving across your nails. You wondered just how many of the boys were ready, and what Mattheo was doing right now. Surely, he’d already be on the hunt. “Save the curly one for me, though.”

Jess only beamed in response. “You’ve sent Riddle out on that wild goose chase yours, then?” 

You shrugged, ever the picture of easiness as you blew on your wet nails to dry them. “He’s got until midnight to find me.”

Excited knots twisted at your stomach with the mere thought, the thrill of the cat-and-mouse chase. It would likely drive Mattheo insane, knowing you were toying with him as he searched. “What happens when the clock strikes twelve?” 

“Let's just say, that I’m fully prepared to live up to my house name, and let him slither in.”

Zipping your makeup bag up with the nail polish inside, you packed all of the clothes into your bag, stashing it behind one of the sinks. “At least one of us is having fun tonight.”

Oh, that was no doubt. You weren’t sure ‘fun’ was even a fair word to use, knowing that the way you were riling your boyfriend up was more like a first-class ticket to seeing Heaven. “Who says you can’t? You may owe Fred a favour, but that doesn’t mean you can’t cause a little trouble.”

Jess shared a devious smile, sliding a gold mask into place as you slipped your own red one on to match, “I like the way you think.”

Placing the final part of your costume onto your head, the small horns on the headband complete your ‘devil’ look, and you hopped down to join her.

With your arm linked through your friend’s, the two of you set off. At the pathway marked as the beginning of the no-doubt terrifying journey ahead, Jess split off, a wink in your direction as you blew a kiss in hers, wishing her luck on the night of haunting ahead, mind set on your own task. 

Mattheo had told you where the boys all planned to meet, leaving you plenty of time to slip into the throng of people and disappear into the masses. Your plan: to remain hidden in plain sight.

Weaving through the crowds, eyes scanning over every person there, it wasn’t long until you spotted your boyfriend. Leaning against the trunk of a tree, flanked by only Enzo and Draco so far, he was already searching for you amongst the hordes. You followed closely behind a group, slipping into their ranks seamlessly, as Mattheo’s focus moved across you, flickering over the group and dismissing them quickly as strangers. A spark of excitement shot along your spine. 

Just like that, you were walking straight past him. Your cover merely being that of standing among people you didn’t even know meant letting him look right through you like fog in the early morning. 

Slipping inside one of the hidden walkways, darkness encased you, hiding you from view as all the horrors and thrills Fred and George had managed to create took place. 

Actors in costumes, enchantments to create realistic scenes, and laughter poured from your lips as much as screams did, your heart was pounding as you cleared the tunnel minutes later.

Surrounding the clearing on all sides were various attractions. How they’d managed to pull all this together, you had no idea, but the twins never failed to impress you. Several hexed bonfires filled the clearing, a hazy setting washing over your skin from that very first sniff of woody smoke pulled into your lungs. 

A haunted hayride, pulled along no doubt by the thestrals that Luna seemed so fond of took off on your right, a speakeasy-style building to the left, a haunted house with screams filling the chill night air right before you. Bobbing for apples, a spooky corn maze with moving scarecrows, everything that would send chills down your spine. 

Mattheo and the boys would likely catch up any moment, more visitors pouring in around where you’d paused at the end of the tunnel to admire, so you spurred yourself into action. The night couldn't end just yet, you still had hours of fun ahead of you. 

Angling yourself towards the speakeasy first, you stepped through the door, the subtle smell of gin and perfumed musk washing over your senses as you stepped up to the twisted staircase, flickering lights disappearing into darkness before your very eyes. 

Down, down, down, you moved. Swallowed whole by the shadows, your shaky laughter would doubtless have clouded your breath with the sudden chill that took you over, so dark for a moment you couldn't even see your hand before your face. Then, just as your hand skimmed towards your wand for a Lumos spell, a curtain swept aside, a couple stumbling out between fits of tipsy giggles, guiding you with flashes of coloured lights and the beat of unconfined music. 

The moment you were inside, all silencing spells wore off, blinding lights flashed across the dance floor, with the music that was pounding through the room so deep the base travelled up your legs. The floor was packed, everybody dancing to their heart’s content, and those who weren’t were gathered around small tables for card games, or crowding the bar. 

It wasn’t long until you located a group of your friends, some with their dates, some solo, and you were quickly immersed under the cover of the group. The beat had your eyes slipping closed, rhythm flowing through you as your body swayed. A drink was pressed into your hand by a friend, the fruity taste coating your tongue and leaving your body in a numb haze. 

You had to say, you were impressed by the effort the twins had gone to. Despite the student-body having only found out about this party a few weeks ago, you knew for them to have pulled this off, they’d have to have been planning since Valentine’s Day. Songs passed by in a blur of dancing and more drinks, a shot came soon, so spicy your eyes watered and throat stung, only soothed by the lime you were handed to follow. 

Wiping a stray droplet of juice from under your lip as you pulled the slice away, you almost missed the flash of skull makeup and blond hair in your peripheral. Draco was on the dance floor, making his way across, a smirk on his lips as a hand with manicured nails reached out to clasp his tie, trying to tug him into a dance. 

You didn’t have to search for long to find the face you knew so well, the one you’d painted yourself only a couple of hours prior, also on the dance floor. Hands reached for him too, trying to pull him this way and that, but he wasn’t stopped. No, he was searching. Looking at every face with your hair colour, checking under masks and turning dancers around despite their protests, just to rule them out from the game. 

And he was heading right for you. 

Spinning away from him, you ducked across towards a friend, her arms looping around your body as you neared, none the wiser to the game you were playing, and the distraction she provided. Swaying your body with her own, you pushed your lips close to her ear, watching Mattheo over her shoulder. “I need another drink, you want one?”

She only shook her head, released you near the back of the group and let herself get swept back up, as you were hidden away behind the crowd, sneaking towards the bar. 

Padma and her sister were serving quickly, wands in hand as they floated several cups through the air all at once. Slices of fruit and cubes of ice drop, tinkling into plastic cups ready for them to fill.

Flagging down one of the twins, a shaky breath of pure excitement leaves you, as you turn your focus back to your boyfriend. He looks like he’d been having fun. A little dishevelled, the top buttons of his shirt undone and his tie loosened, smudges of dirt and glitter on his clothes from wherever he and his boys had been playing, scaring unsuspecting patrons and gathering screams. 

His hair was no longer the neat style he’d doubtless have gelled it into, the stands messy from running his fingers through it, and curls beginning to form in the heat of the bar. A single curl fell across his forehead, brushing through the paint, and your fingers itched to brush it out of his eyes, like always. 

He’d reached the group now, searching idly in the area you’d been occupying, not finding you where you’d once been, chasing only steps behind and having no idea. 

The visible frustration he wore gave you a cocky smile, a rush of pride filing you up, watching as he made to move on, to more fruitless endeavours.

Then, a hand shot out. 

A hand in a black lace glove, attached to a girl in a full-body leather jumpsuit, hugging every inch of her body, the little cat ears you knew well. A member of your former dance group, poking up into the air. Pulling him to a stop, he bowed his head, lips moving and a conversation you couldn't hear taking place, and his head snapped up in your direction. 

For a second, your breath caught, swearing he almost looked right at you as he scanned his gaze over the bar. Someone had told him you’d been there, that you’d headed for the bar, and he filled with renewed vigour, eyes twinkling with mischief even from this distance. 

Motioning to Draco— who now had the rest of the owner of that manicured hand wrapped around him— to head to the bar, he moved like a man whom wild horses wouldn't be able to stop. The crowd parted around him as he moved, leaving nobody in his wake, not until he was right up to the bar at the other end. He motioned for one of the twins to take his order. 

Padma finally arrives to take your drink request, your order only adding to the floating display over their heads, and the display is utterly mesmerising. Much like the floating candles in the Grand Hall, light shimmers and reflects through every drink and piece of glass, light bursting out across the room. 

Following one trail of light, you spot Jess entering the bar, followed quickly in tow by someone in matching skull makeup, this one with shaggy blonde hair, his eyes locked on her like she’s the only girl in the room. You quirk a brow, sealing that little piece of information away for later.

You’re so caught up with your people-watching that you almost forget the game afoot, that Mattheo is so close, until the rough grate of his voice only a few seats down breaks you from your reverie. Snapping your eyes to him, he’s leaning on one arm, back to you as his focus scans out across the crowd. Somewhere on the dance floor is Enzo, you’re sure, and Draco has his lips on the neck of his mystery girl, completely ignoring Mattheo’s summons to the bar. You know where Theo’s interests lay, and you’re not sure where Pansy and Blaise will have snuck off too, likely some dark corner where they won’t be seen.

Your boyfriend was the only one in the group not dancing tonight, something that had you smirking. Swiping up your drink and bringing the straw to your lips, you admired his jawline as he stretched his head, once again searching. That was until a girl in a tight black dress and black feathered angel wings made her way over to him, clearing her throat lightly to bring back his attention as he continued the hunt. 

“Hi, Mattheo. Over here all alone, why aren’t you out there—”

“I have a girlfriend.” His curt response was flat and bored, and you almost snorted some of your drink trying not to laugh. Her expression wavered, a pout forming on her lips as she tried again, undeterred, reaching out to take the end of his tie between two fingers. 

“I don’t see her.”

Smoothing his hand down his front to remove his tie from her hold, he scoffed, shaking his head; “Neither do I, that’s the damn problem.”

This time, you were too slow in holding back your laughter, the sound bursting from you against your control. You hoped the music would cover it, but Mattheo heard it, whipping his head around in your direction, as he began to analyse every person at your end of the bar. 

Taking your drink and quickly ducking behind a man dressed as the Phantom at the Opera, you ducked and dove between people, daring a look back at the bar to see Mattheo stood where you had once been, looking amongst the people, but thankfully, not in your current direction. 

Glancing around for some quick cover, you spotted Jess, making your way over to her and watching as the boy she was with parted with a lingering kiss to her cheek. She clocked your approach, a wide smile bursting free on her lips, and her hands reached for you, tugging you into a dance with her as soon as you were near enough. 

“I take it Riddle hasn’t found you yet?”

“No, but he’s close.” You have to shout over the music, tipping your head in the direction you last saw him. She glances over your shoulder toward the bar, where her dance partner seems to have found himself too, along with the others.

“Gettin’ colder, he and Draco are heading toward the exit.” Spinning you around smoothly, a smirk pulled on your lips. A determined-looking Mattheo began to chase a cold lead, the unsuspecting girl who did look rather like you from behind leading him off-course. 

Twisting back to face her, your brow hitched up as the mystery man began to make his return, two new drinks in hand. “Is that Theodore Nott you’re flirting with?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” It was her turn to smirk, shrugging and brushing her hair from her shoulders. “He doesn't know it’s me, though, so if he asks you, you have no idea who I am tonight.”

“My lips are sealed.”

With a final wink, you slipped away, knowing she’d only be alone for a second before your boyfriend’s best friend was all over her once again. Following in the direction Mattheo had just left, you reentered the dark halls. The glow of his and Draco’s wands ahead, that and their murmured chatter bouncing from the walls, was your pin-point to follow through the new maze of tunnels. 

Too busy looking ahead, he had no idea you were right behind him. 

Hands reached out, faces flashing before your eyes as actors and other fear-mongers stalked the dark tunnels, and if it wasn’t for your boyfriend’s light ahead, you’d have screamed and given yourself away a long time ago. When you reached the central clearing once again, it was even busier than it had been before, you emerged not long after the boys, from a hidden alcove between the cornfield maze and a stand selling hot cider. 

Mattheo and Draco were gone, disappearing faster into the masses than you could comprehend, likely to find more of their little group, and you grabbed a cider, digging a galleon out of your pocket and tossing it into the collection jar, before taking a stroll around the maze. It was in there that you found Pansy and Blaise, hidden away in a darkened corner, just as you suspected. 

Both had swollen lips and glossy eyes when you cleared your throat at them, grinning at the blush spreading across your friend’s pale cheeks, as Blaise only smirked. 

“Ah, well, look who it is.” He mused, covering Pansy as she attempted to adjust her costume once again, and your laughter wasn’t lost on her, only getting flipped off as she tried to pull the corset top back up over her bra. “By your absence of lover boy, I take it Mattheo hasn’t found you yet?”

“So, he’s told you about the little game I’ve laid out, has he?”

“Oh, absolutely. We have a little bet going. By all means, keep this up, you have me winning. I bet he wouldn't find you at all.” Your head tipped to the side, a little sip of your hot cider as you considered his words, before Pansy was snatching it from your hand, sniffling it, and taking a gulp. 

“You bet against him?”

“Of course, look at you. Over halfway through the night and he still hasn’t found you. Pansy, on the other hand…” He teased, and she smacked at his arm. You gasped.

“Pans, you bet against me? And to think, I was sharing my drink with you.” Snatching it back, she pouted, but shrugged.

“Hey, nothing against you. He just had better odds, he’s recruited everyone to help him find you!”

“And a marvellous job you’re all doing of that. Tell me, did you find me hiding behind Blaise’s tonsils?” Her cheeks went red again, along with a burst of deep laughter from the other culprit that had him clutching his stomach. She shushed him quickly, despite the silencing spells cast over the maze for an added air of creepiness. 

“Well, here you are, are you not?”

“Sure.” You rolled your eyes fondly, stepping away from the pair. “I’ll let you get back to your intense searching. Don’t tell Matty you saw me!”

And with that, you slipped back into the darkness, the bushes around you rustling and creaking as they changed with every step you took. It wasn’t until you’d successfully given up, growing bored as the chill of mist rose goosebumps on your skin that the hexed forestry finally freed you, a pathway clearing and opening up ahead of you to release you back to the party. 

Seeking the moon in the sky, you found it not long until midnight, Blaise had told no lie, your game coming closer and closer to the end, where you would be crowned the winner. Taking a seat before the fireplace, you settle in to watch the flames, and peer around to spot your hunter. 

There. It only took a second to find him but there he was, a little clearing across the way, leaning against some haybales with a blunt balanced between two fingers. Bringing it back to his lips, he took a drag, smoke filtering out into the cold air and obscuring his face, before passing the roll to Draco. 

When the smoke cleared, his eyes locked on your own. 

Just a second. A moment across the field, so far away, but he knew. Your breath hitched, his back straightened. Then he was moving, without even warning the rest of the group, he was taking long strides across the field, closing the distance between you both, and adrenaline surged through your system as you shot to your feet. 

Your closest building was the haunted house, his eyes narrowing, a silent warning when a smile curved on your lips, already knowing your next move. 

You bolted, a giggle breaking free as the true chase began, and he called your name, the sound lost amongst the chatter and amusement of everyone else gathered around. Slipping through the hoards of people, you stumbled through the front door, watching as Mattheo rounded the porch, trying to snake his way through to catch up. 

A kaleidoscope of colours, screams and shouts and music, different rooms with every theme as you were ushered through in a rush, the whole attraction feeling like a fever dream as you searched for the exit. The game was reaching its peak, midnight neared, the moon called it into the sky, and being so close to the last moments, you were determined to win. 

Stumbling out into the cold night air once again, you headed for the tree-line, secluded enough that you could lean on the thick trunk of an old oak. You watched the entrance to the haunted house, a red-painted lip caught between your teeth, eager for him to emerge in your wake.

You waited. 

Waited.

Seconds ticking by, and the thunderous race of your heart in the moment finally began to slow. Gasping breaths became softer pants, calling to you the silence of the world around you when blood was no longer pumping in your ears. 

A twig snapped behind you, and before you could turn to acknowledge the sound, a hand was sealing over your mouth, an arm banded around your waist, dragging you back into the darkness. 

Spun around in their arms, your panic lasted barely a second, before soft lips were pressing firmly to your own, the familiar smell of cigarette smoke and woodsy cologne filling your senses. Your arms came up, gripping him just as tightly as he walked you backwards, pressing you to a tree as he left a dozen kisses on your lips, longing and loving after hours apart.

“You’re a little minx, do you know that?”

“Actually, I’m a little devil.” You snickered, hands on his chest to push him back enough to look down at your outfit, motioning to the horns still on your head. “See?”

“I see it, baby. I have to say, I love this costume.” His hand fell to your thigh, callouses scraping across soft skin until he found the short hem, tugging and twisting the flowing skirt around his fingers. “I’ve been searching every girl for red lipstick all night, thanks to your little clue. Should have known you’d be decked out in all red, too. Standing out, right there, the whole time.”

His mouth descended upon your own once again, a happy sound rumbling in the back of his throat as you kissed back just as eagerly, one hand sliding up into his hair. His hand squeezed at your thigh, slipping back down as far as your knee, only to hike your leg up around his hip, shocking you into a gasp.

“I’ve been running around all night trying to find you, and you were right under my nose the whole time, weren’t you?”

His kisses descended to your neck, a shaky sound slipping free as his teeth teased a spot on your jaw that made you tremble, gripping tighter to his suit for stability. Your breath was shaky as you spoke, desperate to reclaim some power, despite the way he was undoing you already, “What, you didn’t like my little game?”

“Oh, I loved your little game, baby. But, I think I just won. It’s a few minutes to midnight.” Licking a stripe across the underside of your jaw, you mewled, head tipping back against the tree, hips bucking up to meet his own, and he grunted. “What’s my prize?”

His gaze came back up, dark and challenging and sultry as he stared down at you, smirking. Licking across one red lip, his attention focused there, his own lips parting, getting closer, needy for another taste. “The second part of the costume, of course.”

Gripping his wrist and sliding it up and under your skirt, his fingertips smoothed over the lace of your panties. He didn’t hold back his groan, gripping your ass tightly in his hand and tugging you forward to rub against him once again. “Red, I assume?”

“Smart boy.”

“My dorm?” He whispered, forehead falling to your own, a needy sound your only form of reply as your hips rolled together, friction dragging and sparking heat across your body. 

“What, you want to leave the party already?”

Your teasing words weren’t appreciated if the squeeze to your rear was any indication. “Game is over, don’t play with me anymore, my love. I need you, now.”

“Then let's go.”

The two of you stumbled along, barely keeping your hand to yourself as you hurried back through the woods, avoiding the crowds and teasing whistles of your friends by taking a more covert route instead. You certainly weren’t the only ones with the same thoughts, various couples were dotted through the woods, wandering hands and desperate kisses exchanged behind the trees and throughout the branches. 

His hand was tight around yours, tugging you along with his pace, but when he stopped short, you almost crashed straight into his back. Following his line of sight, you huffed, pushing him with a hand on his back to get his feet moving again. 

“Is that Theo over there, zipping his pants back up? Who’s he out here with?”

“You want gossip, or you want sex, Matt?” His body jolted at the insinuation, feet stumbling over one another as he picked the pace again. Guiding the two of you through one of the tunnels he had likely discovered during his night of scaring, the two of you paced back through the speakeasy. 

Up the haunted stairs. 

Through the woods. 

Along the halls.

Past the common room.

And then, he was backing you up against his dorm door, fingers fumbling with the lock, pressing frenzied kisses to your lips as he slid the mask off of your face and threw it to the floor. 

"You taste like cinnamon and wine." Mattheo moaned, practically sucking the taste of mulled cider from your tongue as you ground against his clothes cock. 

"You taste like cigarettes and whiskey." Your words are bitten off as he nips on your lower lip, a whine spilling from you as his hand snakes back up your skirt, toying with the lace of your panties again. Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he snapped them against your hip. The sting of the elastic on your flesh made you gasp, and he only chuckled into your mouth in response. 

“Godric knows, you’ve been driving me crazy tonight, baby, thinking about these red lips, lookin’ for them everywhere. Now I want to see what that red looks like around the base of my cock.”

Your fingers trailed across the front of his body, shaky fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt, tugging it more and more until it hung open, only his tie in the way as you peppered his chest with open-mouthed kisses. A moan spilled from his throat, his head tipping back, and he yanked at the tie, throwing it to the floor, quickly joined by his shirt and blazer until his torso was bare and exposed to your ministrations. 

Your hands gripped his hips, spinning his body with your own until his back was to the wood instead. Mattheo only smirked, eyes half-lidded as he watched you, your red lipstick already smeared across his mouth, printed on his chest, his own makeup smudged to match. 

One heavy hand found your shoulder, pressing you down, until you were on your knees before him, tugging at his belt as he lifted his hips from the door. His arrogance only grew, lifting one hand to comb through your tangled hair as you struggled with his trousers, pulling at them until they were halfway down his thighs. His cock sprung free, a hiss on his lips as the cold air of the dorm met his flushed skin. 

Gathering your hair up and out of your face, he gripped it in a bunch behind your head, not pushing or pulling, just waiting as you peered up at him, licking over one kiss-bitten lip. His other hand fell to your cheek, smudging streaks of black and white facepaint as he went, tracing his thumb across your lower lip. 

“You’re so beautiful, my love,”

Your smile made his thumb fall to your chin, a single squeeze, before he was retracting his hand, and manoeuvring your head towards his cock. Slipping the tip past your lips, a shudder passed over his body, his thighs clenching under your hands as your nails dug into his flesh, and his head ‘thumped’ on the wood of the door as it fell back. 

“Salazar fuckin’ save me,” He panted, slipping further and further, his grip in your hair tightening with every inch, until he was tapping the back of your throat, your gag buzzing along his flesh in a way that made his hips buck. “Love your pretty little mouth. Make it so good for me, baby.”

Smiling as best you could with every inch of his cock slipping into your mouth, his hand tightening in your hair, pulling back just enough to let you take a breath before his hips were bucking again. This time, as he sank back into your mouth, your lips tightened around him, sucking suddenly, and his broken moan bounced off the walls of his dorm. 

Again, and again, he was pushing you further, until you were comfortably taking him deep into your throat, tears lining your eyes, threatening to spill over your cheeks in a way you knew he loved to see. “Fuck, you’re so good down for me,”

Tracing your tongue around the head of his cock, you took control, sinking down against him and dragging your tongue along his cock, feeling the throb of that prominent vein. You moaned against him, and his body tensed at the feeling, making you pull back, just enough to have him gasping as the pleasure was ripped away. 

You kissed at his hip, nipping his hip bones where they pressed to his skin, and a babbling mess of your name was all you got as he panted, flushed skin rising and falling. 

Your hand took over, pumping his spit-slick shaft slowly, dragging up until his hips were following your hand with a pathetic groan. He finally had enough, enough of your teasing as you caught your breath, his head tipping back forward against his shoulders and blissed-out eyes narrowing on you. 

“Tongue out for me, pretty girl.”

Your stomach flipped at his words, at the gravel in his tone, the way he yanked your hair back to control you as you opened your mouth, tongue falling out as he’d asked. 

His cocky smile grew as you grinned back at him. Guiding his cock back to your mouth, he let the weight of it sit on your tongue, rubbing softly, pre-cum leaking and the taste of him made your thighs clench together. 

He didn’t miss the action, not at all, his hips thrusting lazily in and out of your mouth as he gave you a nod. Sealing your lips back around him, you moved enthusiastically once again, bobbing up and down along his cock, wringing every bit of pleasure from him that you possibly could. 

“So fucking good, baby, just like that. You like sucking my cock, huh? Always so eager for my cum in your mouth.” Pulling back, his cock fell free of your lips, spit tainted with red lipstick and pre-cum connected his tip to your lips, and he gathered it on his fingers. That same hand cupped your cheek, smearing it across your skin, “Not today though. Today, all my cum is going in that pretty pussy of yours.”

Kissing across his abs as you rose to your feet, his mouth was slamming onto your own. Tongue plunging in, your moan was lost to his lips as he worked at your clothes too, tugging at your dress, horned headband falling to the floor as he yanked the garment over your head. 

Kicking off his trousers and stripping himself the rest of the way, he panted, eyes wide, admiring the lace set you’d donned for his eyes only tonight. “You’ve been wearing this all night, and you let me chase you ‘round for hours?”

His hands skimmed over your body, almost reverent with the lightness of his touch, tracing the corset top that hugged your chest, pushing your tits up to the perfect fullness. The panties with their tiny straps, sitting perfectly on your hips, across your cheeks to make your arse look round and shapely, the strings and ribbons that had his mouth watering as he stared in awe. “You like it?”

He only growled, a flash of cold travelling across his eyes as you fuelled the carnal desire boiling within him. He was moving in a flash, sitting on the edge of the bed and bending you sideways across his lap, his wet cock prodding your stomach as you gasped at his manhandling. His hand smoothed over your flesh, across the seam of your panties, chuckling at the wetness he found on the material, and swirling at your clit. “How many times, huh? How many times did I almost get to you, but you escaped me?”

“Th-Three.” Your mind was foggy, hazy as pleasure began to take over. Your eyes fluttered shut as you hung limply across his thighs, core clenching around nothing. He hadn't even touched you properly yet, and you were already falling apart for him. Your gut was tightening, hips rocking and pressing back onto his fingers as you neared that peak, the excitement and electricity of the night had had you worked up for hours now, all moving toward this. 

“Three times. Three times you ruined my victory, so I think three times, I’ll ruin yours.”

His words had barely even registered in your mind when his touch left you, a cry of protest being cut shut by a sharp slap across your ass, your body jerking forward at the force, and pleasure zipped through you, despite your denied orgasm. “Damn it, Matty…”

“That’s what you get, baby.”

You pushed yourself up, shaky hands, putting on your best pout as you turned to face him. He only mimicked the expression, mocking you. Tugging you in instead, he licked his way into your mouth, filthy, panting kisses taking over as he made sure to ruin whatever was left of your makeup. You adjusted yourself across his body, settling down to sit against one thigh, nipping on his bottom lip and rocking your hips. 

Slow, so slow, you moved over him, feeling the muscle of his thigh tense up underneath you, his hands roaming your body, distracted and oblivious of the pleasure you were taking for yourself as that fiery pleasure rekindled once again. He reached for the back of the corset, tugging at the hoops, undoing them roughly until it was falling to the floor and he was catching one nipple between his lips. 

“Oh, fuck, Mattheo…” You whispered, arching closer to him, pushing your chest further into his face as he teased his teeth across the taut bud. A sob left your lips, fingers carding through his hair, tugging at the roots to convey words that were melting to nothing on the top of your tongue.

His arm caught around your waist, tugging you closer into his body, making it harder for you to move as you tried to squirm in his lap. His breathy laugh spread over the skin of your chest as he littered it with hickies, switching to the other side and leaving one wet, perky nipple cool in the air of the room.

“Matt, please!”

“Please, what? What do you want, my love?” When he was satisfied with the havoc he was wreaking on your body, his attention moved to your neck. Your arms around his shoulders, head tossed back, panting and whining as you ground against his thigh. “You wanna’ come, baby?”

“Y-Yeah.” The feeling was burning through your veins, taking you over, your eyes rolling back as your pussy throbbed. 

He pulled you in, a finger and thumb on your chin to guide your face back to his own, lips brushing. “Too bad.”

He gripped you once again, both arms holding you steady, unable to chase any kind of pleasure, as he kissed your neck, his smirk on your skin showing he knew just what he was doing. 

“Thought you’d get away with that, didn’t you? I’m not even going to count that one.” Tugging your panties to the side, two fingers sank into you, and your back arched into his body as he touched you at last. “You can’t win at my game. My little loser, huh? What a shame.”

You were shaking atop him, the feeling of his fingers, the curl and the pump he knew so well. Mattheo could read your body like a map, he knew just what you needed, just how to touch you, and he was using that to his advantage. Two fingers became three, stretching you out deliciously and yet it still wasn’t enough. You collapsed against his body, desperate to come, moaning like a whore and forever on the edge as he toyed with you. 

Your forehead was pressed to his, crying his name, begging against his mouth as he licked at your lip, tipping his head up to catch you for a kiss. When he pulled away this time, you could feel the tears in your eyes, nails digging into his skin, pleading with sounds that no longer resembled words. 

You could feel his frustration; every time he’d almost found you, every dead-end, every narrow escape.

A sick, twisted part of you was loving every second of this delicious torture, and you found yourself face down in the sheets, panties around your thighs and his cock slamming into you, so hard that a scream ripped through you. 

“Shh, you can take it, my little demon. I know you can.”

“I can, Matty. I can take it. I can take more.” You wanted it, you wanted it bad, spurring him on. Your hands scratched in the covers, legs spreading even further, body rocking with every deep thrust he gave you. His kisses travelled over your spine as your tears smeared mascara and eyeliner into the sheets. His body smothered you, one hand coming around to clasp your own, love shining through in his actions even as he ruined you, took you apart until your mind was shattered. 

You’d be wrecked in the morning, you’d surely be unable to walk, sore legs and trembling limbs, you’d have to spend half the morning just recovering from the way he was fucking you now. Brutal, fast, slamming in and out and making you sure your eyes would never come back from how far they were rolled into your head. 

Nerves were lighting up, electricity shooting along every cell of your body as his slick skin slid against yours, one hand in your hair, tugging your head back as his lips brushed your ears. 

“Wish you could see yourself, pretty girl. Wish you could see what I see. Shaking, dripping, my cock sliding in and out of this pussy like you were made for me.” He slowed his pace, for just a second, and you keened back into him, chasing the pleasure that was already building once again, even if you knew it would be fruitless. 

You may have lost the ability for sentient thought, but his count was ringing in your head, only two of three failed orgasms served. Your body tensed with a shudder, the anticipation lingering in the air like a sword over your head.

“You really do belong in the pits of hell, don’t you? Look what you do to me.” His teeth grazed over your shoulder, biting down on your skin enough to make you cry out his name, bucking against his touch as he soothed the bite with gentle licks. “There’s nothin’ angelic about you, you’re nothin’ but a sinner.”

His name spilled from your lips, again and again, like you were begging for redemption. 

“You’re on your knees, but you’re praying to me.”

His hand snaked around your body, finding your swollen clit and brushing his fingertips across it, pitching the bud harshly between his fingers. “Matt—”

“You want to come?”

“Yes!” 

“What a shame.” He slipped himself out of your cunt, spewed curses in anger leaving your wobbling lips, more tears spilling over as he took away the last part of your dignity. 

Twisting your entangled bodies, he guided you until your back met the bed sheets, pushing you up as he crawled over you. Hooking his fingers into the edges of those panties and pulling them away, he spread himself over you. 

He barely gave you time to recover, the stimulation all too much, as he lifted your legs to hook them over his shoulders plunge his cock back into the sopping heat of your cunt. 

This may have been his game, but when his forehead came to rest on your own, hands frantically bunching in the sheets beside your body, you knew the last round had begun. The ball was in your court, his own need displayed clearly on his face as he rutted into you desperately. His rhythm was lost, sloppy and out of control, and you squeezed yourself around his cock. 

You pressed sweet kisses to his lips, tempting him over the edge with a drag of your teeth across his lip, a lap of your tongue, and he was done for.

Finally, your peak crashed over you. Waves and waves, blinding pleasure that left you with silent, open-mouthed screams. Twitching underneath him, your fingers tore down his back, your legs snapped against his hips, holding him to your body as white-hot bliss drowned you. 

He only needed a few more thrusts, your back arching and his name a chant, enough profanities to scar anybody passing by as the lewd sounds of your movements covered your moans. He came with a groan, thrusting through until the sound tapered off into a whimper, his own unsteady body collapsed down on top of you. Dragging breaths into his lungs to recover as his sweaty body covered you, you hooked your arms around him, hugging him close, unwilling for him to move even a fraction.

You felt numb, the aftershocks of pleasure racing through your body, still twitching and shaking despite his weight on top of you. Freeing one hand, he smoothed it up your body, dragging from your thigh to your ribs, stroking softly in soothing motions, as his lips gave delicate pecks, shushing every lingering whimper that escaped. 

You reciprocated the action, raising one hand to land in his hair, fingers brushing through sweaty curls, as his cheek found your shoulder. 

“That… was some of the best sex we’ve ever had.” Your words were still breathless, and he laughed lightly, nodding against you where he lay. 

His skin was littered with lipstick, smudges of his facepaint on every part of your body, painted with love and lust everywhere you’d touched one another. The night was still heavy on your skin, the festivities outside still raging even if your night had come to an end. 

Maybe minutes had passed, maybe hours, but eventually, Mattheo dragged himself up, pulling himself free from your body, and smirking down at every mark he’d left on your skin. With unbalanced steps, he wandered away to the bathroom of his dorm, the squeak of the taps and the splash of water in the basin signalling the running of a bath. 

He offered you a hand as he returned, pulling you to your feet, the two of you wobbling your way through to the bathroom and taking stock of your mess as the water ran. Elixirs and salts, the fresh smell of jasmine and honey filled the air, and then you were sinking in, leaning back against Mattheo’s body as the two of you revelled in the hot water. 

His hand looped around your body, fingers lacing with yours and resting on your stomach, as his chin hooked over your shoulder. For a while, the two of you remained just like that, chasing the cold of the night from your bones and merely enjoying one another’s company.

“Tell me, was that your little friend— the one who was ripping out hearts for the Weasel-twins— that I saw running from Nott in the woods, this evening?”

“Oh, Matty,” You chuckled, turning to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “You have no idea the games she’s been playing tonight.”

He only grinned, head resting on the edge of the tub. “I fear those two together, they’ll rip each other’s hearts out.”

“Maybe so,” You mused, his fingers dragging along your ribs, and you shuddered happily. “Or maybe, they just found their perfect match together.”

“Just like I found you.” He whispered, lips brushing along your cheekbone, and you scoffed. 

“You’re so cheesy.”

“It was your game!”

Your hum echoed off of the walls. “Don’t tell Theo. I want to see how it plays out.”

“What, and ruin the surprise? I would never.” He smirked, “Besides, Theo didn’t help me find you, let him search for a while.”

Holding onto his forearm banded around your waist, your fingers traced up and down, before his hand caught yours, holding tight and weaving fingers your together. 

“I love you, but don’t you ever run from me again. There is not a place on this earth you could hide that I wouldn't find you. I’d search forever.”

“You know,” You whispered, turning in his arms to sit across his lap, and he made a happy sound, face tipping up to brush his lips on your own. “That sounds vaguely threatening. You’re a little bit fucked up.”

“That’s because it is a threat, and a promise. Besides, you’re a little bit fucked up too, because I know you love it.”

You couldn't deny it, only able to snicker in response instead, and press a firm kiss to his lips, which he was happy to return. “I love you too, Matty. Now, let’s try and scrub off all this makeup, hm?”

WHY ARE YOU SO AMAZING????? I JUST WANT TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, AND HOW FABULOUS YOU ARE!!!! 💖💌💗

PLEASE. OMG. YOURE LITERALLY AHH SO PRECIOUS. LOVE YOU ):

THIS IS PURE FILTH AND HOLY HELL

𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑩𝒀 𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬

PAIRING: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

SUMMARY: When Mattheo begins to wander his eyes a little too much, you have the perfect way to remind him who he belongs to — by wrecking his moss prized possession, his car. But better than that, he has the perfect opportunity of fucking some sense into your mind.

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

WARNINGS: MDNI! College/University AU. Toxic Relationship (But They’re Trying). They’re Super Rich Kids. Mentions of Cheating. Foul Language. Oral (female receiving). P in V. Unprotected Sex. Somewhat Degradation and Dumbification.

You could feel the blood boiling in your veins as your fingers gripped the silver fork so tightly that your manicured nails were turning pale from lack of circulation, but you didn't care, or rather, you didn't even notice the abuse of your knuckles with your eyes focused on the pathetic scene at the end of the dining hall.

Mattheo was leaning against one of the tables occupied by people you could only classify as lessers since none of them were known to you, not caring one bit if he was disturbing their lunch, much more concerned with giving one of his bright smiles to a girl who was almost drooling over your boyfriend, her poor fertile imagination probably running to scenarios where he took her to meet his parents and fucked her against the wooden table in his father's office — one that you knew all too well.

Poor little thing was what you usually thought when you came across one of these, making a point of pushing Mattheo a little harder against the brick walls, pulling his hair just enough to make him moan against your lips, a sight for all to see and know that he was off limits. In your opinion, they should even be grateful that you gave them some material to fantasize about while masturbating in their rooms alone while your boyfriend fucked you in some exclusive club in the city center, but now things were starting to go a little too far and you were growing irritated by it.

“For God's sake, put down that fork before you break it or your fingers,” Pansy's exasperated voice snapped you out of your poisonous thoughts, only moving your eyes to see one of your closest friends who had one of Blaise's muscular arms around her shoulders, so they'd been at it again, but it wouldn't be long before it was over once more, that was the dynamic that seemed to work for them.

“I think someone's jealous,” Draco quipped with his usual smug grin, making you want to punch him in the face more than ever, but you controlled yourself, giving him one of your tight sarcastic smiles.

“I thought you didn't care what Mattheo does, or rather who Mattheo does, after you snogged Oliver fucking Wood at the Astoria's party,” Theodore pointed out, always defending his best friend.

You rolled your eyes at the boy, wondering what made you keep hanging around with idiots like them, “I don't care who he decides to play shove-the-stick with, but I think it's funny the level he's stooping to, it's downright depressing. Who's going to be next, that Granger girl? For God's sake, that thing he's talking to is only here because of a scholarship, she must think Annabel's is a person.”

You were so invested in your rant that you didn't even notice that Mattheo was heading back to the table where you were all gathered, a smug smile painted his features and that was enough to indicate that he knew exactly what the commotion was about, “What are we talking about?”

He left a quick kiss on your cheek before squirming to sit down next to Lorenzo, leaving you to wipe your face exaggeratedly with an outraged expression of disgust that clearly amused him, “Don't spread your drool on me when you've probably caught thrush from that weirdo.”

“Don't worry, darling, girls like her don't have that sort of thing. The only one who can give someone an STI with their promiscuity is you,” Mattheo's crude words were followed by a laugh and you wanted to physically attack the asshole sitting across the table, but that wasn't the worst of the pleasantries you'd exchanged in all the years of your relationship.

You and Mattheo had crossed paths for the first time during the summer vacations on the French Riviera when you were still at Wycombe Abbey and he was an Etonian, although you didn't hit it off at first because he thought you were a stuck-up, conceited brat and you believed he was just a savage who had hit the jackpot, but that didn't stop your parents from striking up a good relationship — despite your parents' belief, both from aristocratic families, that they should only associate with other people of their lineage, Mattheo's father had enough money and influence to penetrate the tight circles of the nobility, although always with one foot out the door, never really being treated as a natural like the rest of you.

But the following summer, to your surprise, the Riddles were invited to your residence in the Scottish Highlands, and although the silly squabbles between you hadn't abated one bit, it wasn't long before you were leaving your bedroom door unlocked to receive nightly visits from the boy while your boyfriend slept in the guest room at the end of the corridor, and since then you'd been in an exhausting relationship that only surfaced during the breaks, but that seemed to have taken some kind of constant form since you joined the same university even though you'd never talked about it.

“We're going out tonight,” Mattheo re-started the conversation after the table fell silent with the only sound being the disgusting kisses between Pansy and Blaise, you were really losing what little patience you had left with your boyfriend.

“It's very nice that you've decided to start doing charity,” you pouted, amusing your friends who now had all their attention on you. “Actually, I was talking to the guys and we want to know who's going to be next, maybe the female Weasley? I mean, you could talk to that loser Longbottom and start a wankers club.”

Mattheo laughed exaggeratedly just to mock you, clapping his hands and attracting a few glances from the other tables, including the one he was at earlier and you rolled your eyes, making the girl switch her attention to her finished dish, “Is this all jealousy, darling? Don't worry, Daddy Riddle always has some time to fuck you into despair, don't worry, I'm just enjoying what else this campus has to offer, but you'll always be my favorite.”

You stood up from the table, your blood steaming, your palms hitting the wood hard enough to silence everyone, your body leaning in to stare deep into the eyes of the boy who seemed to be enjoying your actions more than anything, “I swear, if you dare go out with that bitch, I'll wreck your fucking car and your pretty face.”

Your words had boosted Mattheo's ego, that was a fact, not that he really needed help walking around with his head inflated, but you were a woman who kept her word, and more than that, you were a woman who liked to make sure everyone knew that their place was always below you, not messing with things that were yours — especially not your favorite toy.

So you were in for a treat.

Your hair flew against the wind as you purposely sped through the empty streets, after all, what's the worst that could happen, the police stopping you? Well, it had happened before and your parents had bailed you out without a scratch on your reputation or a criminal record, and they would certainly do it again if necessary, so you enjoyed the drive from your uptown apartment, the loud music blasting on your radio until you pulled up in front of the house Mattheo shared with Theodore and Lorenzo on the outskirts of town, claiming it was better for parties, so they could have more privacy to bring girls to their so-called slaughterhouse.

It was a real shame that Mattheo had forgotten how much of an asshole you could be.

A pitying smile painted your features as you surveyed the beautiful black Ferrari SF90 Stradale Assetto Fiorano that was still parked outside the garage, so predictable, but your expression was quickly replaced by an evil grin as you adjusted the key between your fingers, digging it into the side of the car to leave a long silver stripe down the entire length of your boyfriend's car, a beautiful contrast to its color, almost like a contemporary work of art.

Your hand gripped the key tightly to carve your name into the hood, a sweet reminder of who Mattheo belonged to, just something to make him think twice before trying to cheat on you again. Still with the sharp material, you slashed a hole in all four tires, watching with amusement as they deflated completely.

But that wasn't enough, you needed more to release all the anger that was still building up in your chest.

It was time for the best act of your little vendetta. You grabbed the expensive Miura Golf club from the back seat, your father had commissioned it directly from Japan to have your initials and family crest engraved on it and he'd probably go a bit mad when he found out you'd used his prized relic for it, but it wasn't as if you really cared, he could never stay cross with you for long anyway.

You took a deep breath, using all your years of private training to achieve a perfect swing that hit one of the headlights perfectly, making a loud noise that mixed with the car alarm — oh, you should tell Mattheo to change his car's security system, that one clearly wasn't good enough if it needed a swing to be triggered.

“What the fuck is going on,” Mattheo shouted as he opened the front door, almost fainting at the sight of the scene unfolding in front of his incredulous eyes, you were destroying the other headlight of his car, rushing to hold you tight enough to stop you hitting the windows. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Mattheo manhandled you in his strong arms, an angry look staring at you as if he wanted to reduce your existence to dust right there, and for some reason it made you squeeze your thighs together, “You're a fucking bitch.”

“I warned you I'd break your car if you insisted on going out with that skank,” you replied indifferently, shrugging as if your actions meant nothing, and even if you had crossed the line, Mattheo deserved every second of it.

“What you’re doing was a fucking crime, do that fucking brain of yours know this?” He squeezed the flesh of your arms hard enough to leave marks for days to come, his mind not really knowing what he would be capable of doing to you.

You smiled mockingly, “And what are you gonna do, call the police?”

The boy let go of your body hard enough to make you stumble back a few steps, leaning on the car to regain your balance, running his fingers through your hair and you couldn't help but admire his jaw clenched in anger, “So that's what you want to do, have a fucking fight?”

“And how else am I supposed to get your attention these days?” You retorted angrily, staring into his hazel eyes which were now much darker with hatred. “All you do lately is try to get your dick wet with other girls. The only times you open your mouth to address me is to insult or call me up asking me to come so you can fuck and then dump me like I'm a cheap fucking whore. You don't have the slightest right to treat me like that, Riddle.”

Mattheo was fuming at your accusations, although he knew that some of your anger was genuine, nothing justified you smashing up his car like a maniac, “I wasn't the one practically sucking Wood's cock at the Astoria party, was I?”

An ironic but pained laugh escaped your lips, “Don't you realize that you're just proving my point? You were too busy eye-fucking every other girl to even remember I exist, that I can see the shit you do and that it hurts me, so no, I don't feel guilty about being forced to pull that so you remember you have a girlfriend, that I'm here watching you pay more attention to any slightly cute little thing in a short skirt than to me.”

Mattheo's eyes softened as he turned to you again, and despite all the facade of anger in your expression, he could still see that same girl who sneaked off with him to show him her favorite places on the family property, the one who didn't judge him or try to give him foolish advice when he opened up about his complicated family life, the one who called him as soon as she knew she'd gotten into her dream university —and Mattheo genuinely couldn't tell where you guys started to go off the rails, or if it had ever gone right.

“Jump,” he commanded as he took long strides to reach you, his large hands reaching around your ass to offer you enough leverage to wrap your legs around his waist. “You're a slut, you know that?”

You threw your head back in a hearty laugh, feeling his hard cock against your ass, “And you're a perv, Riddle.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Mattheo bited on a bruise on the soft skin of the curve of your neck, making you close your eyes tightly at the sensation. “You're paying for that shit you did to my car.”

“And who's going to force me, you?” You retorted with a stubborn grin on your face that was deliberate to get under your boyfriend's skin, just to see how far you could go.

“I'll have to show you then,” he grunted angrily, walking off with you still in his arms, but before your mind could consider that he was going to take you into the house to fuck you against his soft bed or the glass of the living room, Mattheo threw your body carelessly on top of the hood. “Let's put on a show to the boys inside, stroking their cocks, watching through the cameras you getting fucked until you're a good, pliant girlfriend and not just some common whore, or maybe even let the neighbors hear that the prissy little princess is just a cocksucking little bitch," he stopped his ministrations to reach for your face hard enough to hurt, holding it so that your eyes were fixed on his. “Maybe they even called the cops after the fucking damage you did to my car. You know what, I think a mugshot of the spoiled heiress's pretty little face covered in my cum might do some good as a reminder that the world isn't your playground. If your parents didn't give you any limits as a child, I'm going to fuck some into your stupid little head now.”

Sex with Mattheo was certainly always a trip, but you had never experienced anything like this, and as sick as it sounded, you were enjoying being manhandled and treated like nothing more than one of his little sex toys, his favorite, so different from how people spent their lives kissing the ground your feet walked on.

He wasn't worried about pleasuring you, he just wanted to get his petty personal revenge because two could play this game. Letting all the hatred he felt for you kissing someone else at the party come to the surface, one that he had hidden so well to not give you the slightest satisfaction, but which had been gnawing at his mind ever since he saw it; for you allowing virgin nerds to jerk off to thoughts of your short, skimpy clothes, finding it amusing how they could look, desire, fantasize, but never touch your body; for you wrecking his favorite car out of stupid jealousy instead of acting like an adult.

Mattheo wasn't the least bit gentle in the way he practically ripped off your very tight black pants, leaving a trail of pain from the burning of the fabric against your skin, almost offended that the garment was in his way, but smiling with satisfaction when he saw that you weren't wearing any underwear, leaving your wet pussy exposed for him to delight in the scene in front of his eyes, leaving a slap on your clit that made your body jolt with the delicious burning sensation, “No panties?”

“I know you better than you know yourself,” you winked with what little control you still had over your body, feeling your breath hitch as you watched Mattheo's hands pin your hips down so you wouldn't run away from his touch, sinking into his knees to lick your slit slowly but deeply, making a loud moan escape your throat at the delightful sensation that seemed to consume your body in flames.

Your fidgety fingers found their way into Mattheo's curls, tugging them hard enough to make him moan against your throbbing pussy before going back to devouring it like a starved man —and he really was, it had been weeks since he'd gone down on you, maybe it was the lack of a good fuck that was making you act like such a slut, and how he missed your delicious taste, feeling you come undone on his tongue, your whole facade falling apart because of him.

He pulled away slightly and you whined at the loss of sensation, trying to force his head back into your heated core, but soon being invaded by the feeling of one of his long fingers sliding inside you and curling slightly to press against your sensitive spot, making your body jerk with pleasure at the new stimulation, closing your eyes and begging for more.

“Look at me,” Mattheo demanded as his finger slid torturously slow in and out of your pussy, but you were too lost in the sensation to even hear what your boyfriend was saying, and he wasn't in the mood for it, slowly pulling all the way out only to shove two fingers in hard enough to open your eyes, a scream escaping your lips. “I told you to look at me. I'm not in the mood for another one of your stupid games.”

You nodded quickly, agreeing to anything just to reach your orgasm, and Mattheo laughed darkly, it was so easy to break you. Your eyes never left his as he approached your clit, sucking hard, scraping his teeth only slightly as his fingers continued to pump mercilessly, causing a loud cry of his name to rip through your dry throat, and Mattheo was sure that any nosy neighbors had heard, which was a sweet stroke to his ego.

“Mattheo,” you trilled as the boy's favorite chant, using all your strength to keep your eyes wide open, not wanting to be punished or miss the scene that was his curls falling on his forehead, his dark eyes fixed on you while his pretty mouth and nimble fingers worked non-stop inside you, knowing all the ways of your body. Your hands frantically searched for anything on the hood to hold onto as you felt the sensation growing deep in your stomach.

“Poor little thing,” Mattheo patronized mockingly, grunting against your pussy as his movements increased and slowed only to make you moan and beg all the more, trying to move your hips, but to no avail, in search of some friction. “Don't tell me you want to cum, I just started touching you.”

“Matt, I…” the beginning of a pathetic plea was cut short by a cry as he withdrew his fingers from inside you, leaving your walls contracting around nothing, begging for any friction strong enough to finally make you reach your peak, but Mattheo stood up from his position on the floor, looking far more composed than you despite his slick glistening chin, it was a scene that could almost make you cum.

A gasp escaped you as the bulge still hidden by your boyfriend's dark jeans rubbed against your wet pussy, no doubt leaving a stain, but before you could move for relief, Mattheo wrapped one of his hands in your hair, tugging hard enough to make you curse under your breath, “Language, darling, that's not how a proper Lady behaves, especially not after some cock.”

“Fuck, Mattheo,” you didn't know if it was a curse or a moan when his pants rubbed even harder against your core as he reached down to nibble on your exposed neck, leaving marks that would surely be very visible the next day and he would make a point of bragging about them all day long, but your possessive part liked the idea of all the other desperate women knowing that it was you he was fucking the night before.

“I bet bloody Oliver Wood could never get you like this, ye?” There was a smirk in his words, but much more than that, there was a real need in his seemingly rhetorical question. “I bet he doesn't know how to fuck anything other than a football.”

But you weren't willing to stroke Mattheo's ego, “No girl has ever gotten out of his bed without some very nice words,” you gasped, and in any other situation, your boyfriend would have known your words were empty, but now they made his blood bubble. “I bet he'd find each of my sweet spots, make me scream his name for all the neighbors to know, I'm sure he'd make me come again and again. Oliver, Oliver, Oliver-”

Your playful moans, which seemed so close to real when they fell on Mattheo's ears, were cut short by an almost superhuman force pulling your body off the hood of the car, twisting your body like a rag doll until you had your face pressed on top of your own name that you had written down earlier, your arms painfully being held back behind your back while your legs were kicked apart to give him better access to your tight cunt.

Mattheo had a plan in mind when he first decided to fuck you tonight. He would bring you over the edge several times, make you cum until your legs were shaking and your stupid little head was all fuzzy, barely focusing on begging for more of his cock, then he would give you one last orgasm on his bed, looking deep into your eyes and assuring you in every way that you were his, and he was all yours. Then, after some good aftercare, you would talk and resolve all the issues that strained your relationship.

But fuck that. If you wanted to act like a whore, you'd be treated like a whore.

Before you could rationalize what was happening, Mattheo had lowered his pants in a single tug, his bulging cock finally relieved to have been freed, and you tried as best you could to turn your head to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend, but your eyes closed against your will when two of his fingers collected enough of your slick to rub on his cock, not that it was necessary with the amount of pre-cum.

A shudder ran through your body as he ran the thick shaft of his dick over your cunt, your breath hitching with the need to feel Mattheo inside you, claiming what had always been his, but before you could beg him to fuck you, he sank into you with a single thrust, making you arch your back at the same time as a loud moan spread through the open space.

There was no time for you to adjust to his size or girth, a delicious burn spreading through your walls as he picked up a brutal pace, one of his arms around your waist to make sure you didn't move while his other hand was in your hair, pulling so that you didn't try to camouflage any of your moans and pleas, his name falling from your lips like a chant.

Your incoherent cries were the only sound that could be heard along with the constant slapping of skin on skin, the coil in your abdomen growing rapidly with the continuous stimulation, and if you could see the boy, you wouldn't be surprised to see him with red cheeks, his curls sticking up against the sweat on his forehead and his pupils dilated as he watched you taking it so well.

“You're mine,” Mattheo almost growled, laying his chest against your back, making his cock go even deeper inside you, leading to a desperate cry of pleasure, your eyes rolling back as you felt the spongy head of his cock hit your cervix. “Mine to fuck whenever and wherever I want,” he fixed the grip on your hair so that you were looking straight into the depths of his eyes when the next words left his pink lips, and you felt your knees give way if it wasn't for his hold on you. “Mine to love. Can you get it through your stupid brain or are you too fucked up to understand anything?”

“Y-You're a dick,” you gasped between thrusts that seemed to take you to the moon and back. “But I love you. I-I fucking love you Mattheo.”

He smiled in satisfaction at your words, capturing your lips in what felt like your first kiss in a long time, not having enough when he pulled apart to catch a breath, “Yeah, you love me, and you love my fucking dick too, don't you?”

He left a kiss on your forehead before standing up again, withdrawing his entire cock from your warmth, grunting when you tried to push your ass back in search of his thickness, but he held you in place before ramming into you again in one go, slamming deep again and again as his thrusts came back even harder, “Say it for me, love.”

“I love your dick,” you cried out strangled, feeling your strength drain away with every second.

“Yes, you do. And it's all yours, love. My dick doesn't belong to anyone but you, go on, milk me dry, pretty girl, show the others that I'm all yours,” he said between groans, his words strangely soothing the black hole of jealousy that had grown in your soul. One of his hands found its way between your legs, his nimble fingers stimulating your swollen clit, making your moans even more frantic. “And whose pussy is that?”

You needed a few seconds to register his words, the pleasure being too much for your foggy mind, “Yours. All yours. Just yours, Matt.”

Mattheo pouted, even if you couldn't see it, but his mocking tone did the job, “Are you sure, baby? It seemed like you were so convinced earlier that you didn't need me, that that bastard Wood could finish you off just as well.”

“No!” You cried out, your head so confused by the stimuli that you failed to understand that this was a joke, although there was a good deal of truth in the green-eyed monster eating away at Mattheo's peace ever since the scene of you in someone else's arms had made its way into his mind. “He could never treat me as well as you. He couldn't, fuck, shit, Mattheo, he could never fuck me like I need, like only you can do. Only you. Always just you. I fucking love you.”

The words worked their magic, along with the mercilessly rhythm at which Mattheo fucked you stupid into despair, his cock hitting the exact spot inside you that made your walls contract so tightly around him, his fingers working wonders on your clit, and with one last thrust, he lowered his chest against your back, nibling your earlobe, “I've got you,” letting your climaxes take over, your breathing ragged and your eyes rolling as you felt the jets of cum filling you even more, marking you as his all over.

“I love you,” Mattheo was the first to speak after what seemed like hours, still in the same position, buried deep inside you as your breaths evened out, neither wanting to be the first to move, but it was necessary. You whined at the loss of contact as Mattheo withdrew his softening cock from your pussy, watching the pornographic way in which his thick white strands flowed out of your pussy and ran down your legs, and he couldn't resist the temptation to pick up his phone that had fallen on the floor and snap a quick photo for his personal collection. “Let's get you cleaned up, get some rest, and then tomorrow we can talk about everything. All right?”

You nodded weakly, not resisting when Mattheo gently manipulated your body to help you put on your panties, he wasn't lying when he said that Lorenzo and Theodore were at home too, although it was unlikely that they had watched the security cameras for their own good. You nestled your head into your boyfriend's warm chest, smiling slightly when he left a kiss on the top of your head, “I love you, Matt, but I really enjoyed trashing your car.”

Lost.

Read part 1 here.

Pairing: Tom Riddle Senior x reader, Tom Riddle x reader

Warnings: Make out session, slight sexual intimacy, touching (thighs, knees).

Summary: The morning of your stay at the Riddle Manor was more thrilling and life-changing as it had ever seemed.

Word count: 0.8k

Stirring in your sleep, your brain couldn’t help but work to try to comprehend what sounds were mixing with the rain falling vigorously outside. Your tongue moistened your lips in thirst, as you climbed out of the black silk sheets, tying the matching black silk robes onto your shivering body as you stepped out of your room to get a drink.

His head snapped to the doorway, his eyes meeting your bare legs and half covered chest, his own breath getting heavier “Good morning, darling” his raspy morning voice made your legs wobble. “I..I was just thirsty, where are the glasses?” Your stutter gave away your flustered state, but you went to the direction he had pointed, which was right next to him, in the cupboard. You mentally cursed the cupboard for being up so high, getting on your tippy toes to reach a glass, you felt a warm hand on your sides, slightly lifting you up.

His hand reached out for the glass, taking it fro your hands, as your skin made contact. Pouring some water from the jug that sat on the kitchen table, he returned, giving it to you, “Thank you so much, Tom, I mean, I mean Mist-“ he interrupted “You can call me Tom, sweets, now here you go” he gestured the glass. Watching you drink from it, as a few droplets of water slid down your chin, going onto your neck. The eagerness to wipe them away was overwhelming.

One of his ring-clad hands reached to your thigh, bringing you even closer to him. “You’re gorgeous, little love, oh my mind only wonders how you actually taste” his breathy state made you shiver, the compliments by this charming man. You tilted your head up in order to give him easy access to wherever he pleased, and it didn’t take him a second to crash his lips onto yours, his hand going to your neck, pulling you in for him. You couldn’t stop the pleasurable sounds that your throat made, as your lips worker against his, feeling one of his hands going under your night gown, a gasp left past your lips, giving him the access to your mouth, he wanted.

The sound of one clearing his throat, made you both part from the euphoric situation you were in. “Again, father?” The young man spoke through his gritted teeth, stressing the ‘father’. “Get yourself another one, aren’t you quite old to handle such beauty?” He was now standing next to his father, his hand resting on your exposed knee. “Wait wait, please don’t fight over me, I don’t want you to” you spoke as you fixed your robes quickly and jumped down from the counter. “We’re not fighting love” the young boy glared at his father, and then shifted to you. Though, deep down, he knew that you would’ve chosen his father, he wouldn’t back away.

A/N: I hope you have enjoyed reading this. This is my first time writing after a long break. This was a collaboration with @darkladyslytherin