"You Made Me This"

"You Made Me This"

WORD COUNT: 1554

FANDOM: Harry Potter

Mattheo Riddle x reader

SYNOPSIS: You just hope you'll hurt less once you say what you wish.

WARNINGS: explicit language, mention of infidelity, mention of sex, angst, no happy ending

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"Oh shit. OH SHIT how are we going to get out of here?"

"Calm down, you screaming like a fucking banshee isn't going to help."

"oh that's fresh coming from you Riddle," you whirl around with an accusing finger.

"You probably planned this, you wretched gargoyle, damn it. Help please somebody! The door is locked!"

Slow irritating clapping came from behind you, "Wow y/n you're a fucking genius. The door IS locked, it's fucking night time! We're in a prohibited area. All the professors are patrolling the lower corridors."

You just glare at him and gesture for him to fuck off. You sigh and lean against the wall to assess your situation. One, you just wanted a pretty isolated place to listen to your music and cry a little. Two, you did not expect to see Mattheo Riddle in your place in the bell tower, clearly smoking whatever he pleases. Stunned you didn't get to wedge a book into the door so it wouldn't lock. That's how you find yourself at number three. You're trapped in the bell tower, after curfew, now very obviously smelling like pot and yay who's your partner in solitude?

Mattheo Fucking Riddle.

He seemed surprised to see you as well but why should he be? You were the one to show him this place, somewhere you two could just exist in each other's company. A place where not even war could bother you both. Before he fucked up of course.

All in good time.

"Maybe instead of being a nuisance you could instead find us a way out then, Riddle."

He drops from the beam he was smoking on and slowly corners you, looking almost confused.

"That's not my name princess," he leans in to grab your hand but you just shake him off. How fucking DARE he. He has to be the most ignorant wizard in the world.

"I am Not your princess, Riddle."

He just stands across from you, folded arms mirroring yours . That stupid smirk back in its place .

"Now when did we decide that? Last time I checked, whose name did you scream last time I had you. Who made you cum till you shook, and gladly licked it clean."

You just stare back humorless, trying to keep your composure.

"You decided that Riddle, you know, the night where you fucked that Gryffindor girl."

He just throws his head back and groans. Your throat starts to feel choked up, holding back the cries you'd pray he'd never see. But now he's getting a glimpse of it

"Princess- y/n I swear to Salazar Slytherin that I did not fuck her. We kissed yes, touched a little but then nothing more I swear."

"Oh thank you Mattheo," you exclaim sarcastically, " that just makes me feel so much better. Please tell me that I did not walk in on you grinding into her when she was naked. Explain to me how the fuck that is loyal in any way!"

You jump up and pace a little anxiously, knowing that this night will be filled with cold hard truths. You just hope you'll hurt less once you say what you wish. Mattheo reached out to you again but you just brushed out of his way and sat on the winding staircase.

"And the worst part is," you take a deep breath praying your voice stays stable ," that was OUR bed. It was where we studied and had movie nights as friends. The bed you asked me out on, and later took my first kiss on. It was," you breathe shakily and are blind by the tears filling your eyes, "it was where you made love to me, for the first and many times after that. It was beautiful."

You're glad you can't see the reaction Mattheo has from your words but he soon knelt down in front of you cautiously.

"it was so beautiful- you are so beautiful my love. You have my heart and I will never again want for someone else. You're my everything. That was my first time making love as well, because I'm so fucking crazy for you."

You can help but laugh with tears in your eyes, "yeah right Mattheo. Riddles don't make love, you fuck anyone you want and toss them aside when you're done with them. That's what our relationship came down to, right? Getting your prick wet."

He chuckles slyly.

"That sex was pretty good- don't look at me like that! Fuck I'm sorry I was joking. Of course it wasn't just about that. I just keep fucking up, I can own up to that. I'm trying to be better, I want to be better. Only for you, y/n. Please for fucks sake, look at me baby."

So you do. And he nearly trips as the storm clouds ravage across your eyes. You stand and push him against the door, somewhat pleased to hear a nervous gulp.

"What's the matter Matty? Don't you want to know why you keep fucking up?"

You take a deep breath before sticking your finger to his chest.

" It's because you NEVER own up to the shit you do. You never fucking learn because you act like you don't know what you've done!"

You're screaming by the end of it, but his dark eyes now match yours. Must've hit a nerve.

"Oh yeah cause it's ALWAYS me? YOU left me! You promised and you lied. YOU promised. Don't put all the fucking blame on me princess. This isn't about some random bed warmer. I did nothing but devote myself to you, so what did I do that's so fucking horrendous!?"

You throw your arms up in exasperation, God damn, he's fucking cruel. You can't hold back the dam anymore, deciding to let all the poisonous shit that's been building up in you these past months out.

"You BROKE me," you shriek as sobs begin to pour out endlessly. You fall to your knees and look up to meet Mattheo's horrified face. You shake harder and try to take some deep breaths.

"Why did you do this to me? To us. Everything was great, I adored you, how was that not enough. Why did you let me find you with her that night? I-" you hold back a gag as you relive the worst night of your life. The boxers you bought him on his hips, hickeys down his neck. His matching promise ring is discarded. And worst, the smiling girl waving at you stark naked from her position on the bed.

Why? Fuck. Why, why.

"When I was with you, you made my life brighter. You were my sun and I held you close to me every night, remember? After every meeting with your father, when he forced the dark mark on you and you came to ME crying. ME. I was good enough then, but not worth it in the end."

He tries to interrupt but you just keep barreling through.

"I couldn't even face you after that. Call me a coward but every time I look at you, I feel sick. You touched her the way you touched me. Your lips fit on hers as they did mine, fuck Mattheo you were even holding her hand."

You start tugging on your hair, probably painting the picture of a psychotic breakdown. That's what made you hate him even more though, the shame.

"I can't believe I let you make me so weak, so willing for you. I fucking adored you, and you HUMILIATED me. You broke my smile. My spirit, my heart. And I will NEVER be the girl I was before I caught you that night. I can't even imagine trying to put myself back together. You killed the me you were once in love with. That is why you're Riddle to me. Riddles destroy."

You bend and put your hands on your knees trying to slow your heart rate. Mattheo just sits across from you with his head in his hands. He doesn't know how to react, what to say, what to do except to grab the key from his pocket and hand it to you, climbing back to his beam.

"You're right. You always are. It was a beautiful thing and I had to have it, even though I knew I would break you. You're just all I ever wanted. But I am only a monster to you, use that key. I got the conversation I wanted. The princess escapes the monster, right?"

He chuckled sadly, not even looking at you as you rushed to open the door. Thank fuck. Before you step fully out, you pause. You turn to look at the boy you would've done anything for, the boy you were so sure would treat you the same.

"I never wanted to be the Princess in your fairytale. I'm not perfect. But I know my fucking worth," you throw the key at him before grabbing the door on your way out. As you lean in to close the door fully, you catch a last glimpse of his eyes.

"You were right about the monster part. It's just a shame you've made me one too."

The door clicks shut, and you don't feel anything walking away. Numb, even to the cries of your name echoing back to you. 

This is Rafe fr 😭 He’ll always be baffled by how long you can sleep. Eventually he starts setting alarms and shit, and he’ll call you after two hours to make sure you wake up. If he’s there with you, he’ll wake you up himself, which is not as easy as he’d like it to be cuz you’re always whining and asking for more time! But he’s there to spend time with his girl! Not watch her snooze the entire time

Breeding kink w rafe 😝

rafe loves finishing all over your body— the way he paints your pretty tits white or releases all over your plump ass could make him go for another round instantly. he likes to drag his fingers over your delicate skin, scooping his sperm before forcefully sticking them in your mouth, making you suck them clean. but nothing can ever compare to coming deep inside of your warm cunt as he fills you to the brim with his semen before it slowly drips out of you, feeling the warmth trickle down your thighs.

and tonight was one of those moments. tears fill your hazy eyes as rafe pushes your legs towards your chest way farther than you’re able to, practically folding you in half. he pounds into you at a brutal pace, stretching you out completely and determined to get you pregnant with his child.

you can see the lust in his half-open blue eyes as he gazes down at you, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. he takes hold of one of your hands and moves it towards your stomach, pressing it down firmly so you can feel the bulge as his cock slides in and out of you. “can you feel that, doll? yeah, i’m so fucking deep inside of you, shit. gonna fill you up so good.”

he can feel himself nearing his release as his hips stagger, unable to hold it any longer. “gonna make you all mine, princess. you want that, don’t you?” you nod with your mouth agape, unable to form coherent sentences as tears start rolling down your face, mixing with sweat.

“use your fucking words.” rafe growls, not accepting a simple nod as an answer and needing more from you. “i want it, please rafe!” and that was all it took for him to cum deep inside of you, painting your walls white with his semen, making you feel so fucking full as his cock pushes his cum even deeper inside of you. “that’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

he pulls out fast and instantly replaces his cock with his fingers, not wasting any time as he makes you whimper in overstimulation, his digits stuffed into your sensitive hole. “relax for me, a’ight? gotta make sure it stays all in.”

MCU Masterlist III

as always, I don't own any of these, they're just my absolute favourites.

mcu masterlist I

mcu masterlist II

Bucky Barnes

SMUT 👅

drabble

look at me

bad date

welcome back

ride

on his knees

wake up bj

a taste of submission

a good plowin

bliss

printesa mea

somnophilia

languages of love

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

protective

purgatory

grouch

his safe place

night terrors

my babydoll

sensitive

safe with me

Steve Rogers

SMUT 👅

the game

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

my love is winter

the game

every step of the way

Stucky

SMUT 👅

feral

heat of the moment

a sweet treat

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

initials

I'm pregnant, not dying

brave new world

happy ending

last hope part two

Andy Barber

SMUT 👅

anonymous

Ari Levinson

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

you said I was your favourite

SMUT 👅

forget everything

Loki

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

bad dreams

Lee Bodecker

SMUT 👅

persuasion

Eight Hours | Episode 16 | CandyxNathaniel

For the dear anon who asked for this scene to be re-written (plenty of smut and angst, just as requested). Also since Beemoov completely ignored the fact that Nath was injured during the scene, I did the same thing. 

Swirls of warm steam escape from the crack in the door, misting in the hallway while I hesitate, holding my bottom lip between my teeth.   He’s leaving. He’s leaving me, and all I have before that happens is a measly eight hours. Eight hours to remember him by. Eight hours to show him how I feel. How I really feel.

I intend to make the most of it. Slipping through the door, I make out Nathaniel’s body through the shower glass, perfectly framed behind mist and water. Gathering my courage, my eyes stay on his silhouette the entire time my clothes come off. First my top, pulled over my head and discarded on the bathroom floor, and then my pants, until I’m left only in the blue, floral lingerie I had bought in town earlier. Trying not to think about how excited I had been while buying the lingerie, I step into the shower behind him and he turns, water dripping from his hair, over his skin, as his eyes flicker over me. We don’t say anything. We don’t need to. He simply takes me in his arms, cocooning me in warmth while the shower rains down over us. 

I swallow thickly, any words I might have spoken turning to ash in my mouth, and knowing that his arms are the only thing keeping me together in this waking nightmare I find myself thrown in. 

I leave small kisses on his shoulder, my fingers digging into his back, holding him so tightly I never want to let go. Eventually I do, slipping my hands behind my back to undo my bra and letting him pull it off the rest of the way, his eyes devouring my naked skin with a mixture of longing and grief. He pulls me against him again, chest to chest, his lips pressed against my neck as he whispers over and over, “Forgive me. Forgive me for what I’m doing to you.” My throat goes tight, a lump of pain settling itself within but I swallow it down, forcing the tears not to fall. Instead, I slip my panties down to my ankles, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Nath bends down to scoop my underwear up, his lips moving over every inch of my body, electrifying my skin as he does so, before he hangs them to dry on the towel rail. When he comes back to me his lips are on mine in an instant, water streaming between us, wet and warm, as we cling to each other. My chest tightens, my breath growing heavy, though I’m not sure if it’s the steam in the room or the thought of losing him that causes it. Probably both. He bends to take me under the thighs and I wrap my legs around him, feeling his hard body tense against me and letting him press me back against the tiled shower wall, where I wince a little at the coldness on my back. I feel him between my legs, feel that he wants this as much as I do, and my core warms in response to him, a tingling settling between my thighs. His golden eyes never leave mine as he positions himself against me and pushes inside, and my lips fall against his shoulder in a gasp as I melt. A groan escapes him and he starts slow, kissing my face, my neck, giving my body time to adjust to him. My arms curl tighter around his neck, fingers threading through his soaked hair while the shower streams down behind him. And then he thrusts into me harder, fingers digging into my ass as he holds me up and I try not to think how this is the first and last time I’ll ever feel him like this, how my heart is breaking in my chest even while his body sends me into a spiral of ecstasy. I kiss him deep to chase away dark thoughts, letting his tongue send a jolt of wanting through me so strong I think of nothing but his body against me, inside me. Our eyes meet, heavy-lidded as we drink each other in, wordlessly acknowledging how fragile these last hours we have together are. 

His face grows dark and he stills, swallowing down whatever dejected emotions are dancing behind those golden eyes. In an instant he pulls out and lets me down, turning me to face the wall before he slides inside again.

This time he’s less gentle. A hand travels up over my breasts, palming them roughly and rolling my beaded nipples between his fingers. I gasp and lean back into him when he buries his lips in my neck, his fingers gripping my hips as he pumps faster and faster. Heat builds in my core, a coiling in my stomach so tight it begs to be released. A stuttered gasp escapes me and he knows I’m close. He slips a hand between my thighs, rubbing my clit in circles and bringing me closer and closer to the edge. When I break it’s with his name on my lips and my head thrown back against his shoulder, water streaming down my face. My body tightens and I clench around him, a surge of pleasure running through me like liquid fire, like the release I’ve been craving for so long. My forehead falls forward against warm tiles and I feel the stuttered movements of him falling apart before he surges inside me, impossibly deep, holding there while he groans and comes undone, his golden hair splayed over my back when he leans forward against me. 

Afterwards he wraps me in a soft, white towel and helps me dry my hair. Dressed in only a pair of sweatpants, he hands me one of his t-shirts to wear and we slip into bed together, his arms around me and my head against his chest. When he whispers ‘I love you’ through the dark, for a moment I think I must have dreamed it, until I realize his breath is held, only to be released when I say it back with tears in my eye and my lips against his. * A shaft of buttery sunlight warms my face, and I rub my face gently as I wake, surveying my surroundings through eyes still heavily laced with sleep. Until I remember the night before, everything that was said, everything we had done, and I bolt upright in bed. There’s a note on the bedside table, and a set of keys. I don’t even have to read it to know what it says, because when my eyes scan the room to see his suitcase already gone, my heart shatters into a thousand pieces. Foolishly, I had hoped he would change his mind. I had hoped we would find another way, together, for him to be safe in this city. I had hoped he loved me too much to let me go. I was wrong. And now he’s gone.

You: See you in court.

John Doe: OMG do i get to see you? 😍😍😍