Matt Riddle - Tumblr Posts

M.R. || Is your father at home?

Summary: Mattheo would risk himself for you, even if he had to invade your house... Warnings: Obscnity, +18, cute.

Open orders!

His family didn't hate him. No, Mattheo was the son of the Dark Lord, and although this guaranteed respect, it was not enough to make them want his constant presence. Especially when this approach involved a relationship with one of his daughters - as in your case.

Your father was always quite permissive with the boys you went out with, as long as they came from good families and were pure-blood, of course. But everything changed when rumors came to his ears that you were involved with Mattheo. A boy with a dark history, practically without a family and, worse, of mestizo blood. The news was like throwing gasoline into the fire.

It was a cold night, and the shadows of the garden trees stretched through the windows of the mansion, almost mixing with the tense air of the dining room. The oppressive silence was broken by the crack of his father's voice, who, taken by a poorly contained fury, threw the words into the air as curses.

- If I find out that you're still dating this boy, I swear by everything that you'll be taken out of that school, are you listening to me? - His voice was deep, cutting, echoing through the stone walls. He barely touched the food in front of him; the knuckles of his fingers were white, squeezing the wine glass as if he was going to crush it at any moment.

You nodded, the words stuck in your throat, knowing that facing him at that moment would be useless. But, of course, obedience was never your forte. Someone's blood status or family reputation were never factors that mattered to them, as long as the person next to them brought happiness. And Mattheo brought it.

Disobeying your father was easy; it was difficult to keep the relationship secret. Not only did you keep going out with him, but you also accepted his request to be your girlfriend. It was an intoxicating feeling of freedom, but it also brought complications. You couldn't be seen together in public, you couldn't even walk around the school with the carefreeness of the other couples. His family had eyes everywhere - colleagues, diners, security guards. It was as if they were always lurking, ready to report any slip of yours.

In Hogwarts, the situation was not much better. Each meeting turned into a mission: an exchange of glances in the corridor, hands that touched for brief moments in the middle of a crowd, whispers in the dark between the empty corridors. Sometimes, you had the help of friends, accomplices in secret, who covered your tracks or distracted the most attentive. It was a dangerous game, but it only made everything more intense.

With the arrival of the summer holidays, his father, for the first time in months, seemed relaxed. I believed I could finally stop worrying about you and that boy. After all, what could Mattheo do now, away from Hogwarts and under the constant surveillance of his family? No boy would be stupid enough to try something... Right?

Wrong. Mattheo, of course, would try. And without hesitation.

At the beginning of the holidays, your father even became the man with whom you always had a good relationship. The weight of that explosive discussion was, little by little, dissipating, and he was more affectionate, more attentive. The meals at the long wooden table became less tense again. He even smiled from time to time, and you realized that, even suspicious, he seemed satisfied to believe that you had obeyed him. But behind this relief, he still kept one ear standing, always attentive, watching, suspicious.

That particular night, the silence was absolute in the house, interrupted only by the soft sound of the pages of his book. You were already lying down, the blankets comfortably pulled up to your shoulders, and the moonlight entered through the window, bathing the room in a pale and reassuring light. The whole house seemed wrapped in a peaceful stillness, as if everyone had lowered their guards, just for a moment.

Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door. You froze for a second, but soon relaxed when you heard the familiar sound of the wood creaking as you opened. Your father came in, wearing a smile that seemed genuinely affectionate, something you hadn't seen for some time. He approached the bed with a sparkle in his eyes that, despite everything, still brought that usual paternal pride.

- Good night - he said, his voice low and almost sweet. - Sleep well. - Before leaving, he took one last look, as if he was making sure that everything was in order, and closed the door behind him with a soft click.

You let out a sigh of relief, turning your eyes to the book. But a few minutes later, a soft noise in the window caught his attention. It was a sound that shouldn't be there - as if something was scratching the glass. His heart raced, but not from fear.

You threw the book aside and got up slowly, foot by foot, to the window. As you approached, the darkness outside seemed to move, and then you saw him. Mattheo, with a crooked smile on his face, hanging precariously on the parapet. His heart jumped, between disbelief and euphoria.

He had somehow dribbled the property's protection spells, passed through the muggle world and all the security guards in his house, and climbed to his bedroom window - all just to see her. It was insane, dangerous, and you couldn't help but smile.

You quickly unlocked the window, trying not to make noise. The cold air of the night came in with a breath, you stretched out your hand, your eyes meeting Mattheo's for a brief second, before helping him balance and enter.

He crawled through the window with an almost feline agility, his clothes crumpled and his hair misaligned, but with that intense and determined look that made his heart race. As soon as his feet touched the bedroom floor, he straightened up, taking a deep breath, before pulling her into a tight hug, as if the few days apart were an eternity.

You moved away just enough to look at him, your eyes still shining with surprise and happiness.

- How did you get here? - he whispered, trying to contain his laughter as he pulled him further into the room towards the bed. - If my father knows that... I can't even imagine what he would do.

Mattheo smiled, that confident smile that always managed to make you forget everything around you. He ran his hands through his messy hair, fixing himself a little, as if the little adventure was something trivial.

- I'm smarter than he thinks. - he said, his voice down as he got closer.

His heart was still beating fast, both for the adrenaline and for the relief he seemed to transmit so easily.

His lips met his in a slow kiss, but full of intensity. The electricity in the air mixed danger and desire, as if the world outside was about to collapse, but at that moment, everything was exactly where it should be. His hands wrapped around Mattheo's neck, afraid that he would move away, pulling him closer.

Soon, the touches between you became more urgent, almost hungry. It had been some time since you were alone, and the holidays had increased the distance between you. His hands explored his curves, as if he wanted to record in memory every inch of his body in light grips and caresses under his pajamas.

Mattheo walked away, moving his mouth down his jaw and neck, depositing kisses on his hot skin. You, however, could only wrap your fingers between the wavy strands of his hair, sighing at every touch of him on you.

- I missed you so much... - Her skin shivers just with how his breath hits her, the confession makes her heart and body melt completely.

In a quick impulse, you felt him lift you up on your lap, and that pulled you a muffled laugh as it was carried to your bed. Mattheo carefully deposited you so as not to make noise, his body relaxed as he placed himself between his legs and leaned over you.

His hands touched him again, but this time his fingers groped up to the bar of his shirt, pulling the fabric up, and then you could finally feel your boyfriend's skin under your hands. Mattheo smiled mischievously at the way you stared at his body after being exposed. The icy air that had entered through the window previously had already dissipated with the heat that radiated from their bodies, the weak light that came from the clear sky through the window made it even more beautiful in your eyes, completely hypnotized with it leaning over you again.

His hands explored his body, taking off every piece that prevented him from seeing you, except for his lingerie, at the same time that his legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even more against him. Your skin heating up even more against him, feeling how slippery you could get just by having him kissing you and running his hands over you.

For a moment, Mattheo moved his face away from his just to be able to observe his eyes when he took one of his hands to the middle of his legs, dragging his fingers over the thin fabric that still covered his skin, feeling how hot and humid it looked there now. A smile formed on his face in response, while you just squeezed your legs around his hand and sighed deeply.

- Always needy for me. - He still whispers with a smile convinced of the effect he had on his body.

That feeling was making you desperate, getting even more tearful when you felt the distance from the fabric, leaving the expectation of feeling something. But he didn't, Mattheo was fascinated by the way his hips moved trying to find more contact with his fingers, in addition to his sighs and low moans that he made a point of swallowing with a deep kiss.

However, the electricity in his body increased even more when, during the kiss, you feel him slide one of his fingers into his folds, slowly and steadily at first, exploring every detail of his walls that, for Mattheo, seemed tighter than he remembered. His lips went back down your neck, clavicles and finally reaching your breasts, just enjoying every little noise that was emitted by you.

Maybe it was the high number of weeks you were without seeing him, after all, you used to go fast, but not that way. Mattheo's lips on his body and his agile fingers working hard on his nerve point seemed to be enough to make you float, given that his legs were already tense and his walls closing around his fingers.

Upon noticing his body's reactions, Mattheo decides to slow down, provoking you to the limit, something common between the two of you. His eyes met and you could see how dark and deep his eyes were, how hungry he seemed to be for you, to the point of even using the friction with the covers to gain some kind of attention, while watching his body squirm under him.

- Matty, please... - Your voice comes out more desperate than you would like, longing for him to go back to making those heavenly movements on you.

In response, he just attacks your lips, completely moving his hand away from you. At that moment, you could swear that you were no longer in this world, letting your mind travel through the black and wavy hair that you loved so much to curl in your fingers. His mind returning only with the muffled noise of the belt jingling that quickly undid, with that, his hands flew to the buttons of the pants that Mattheo wore, anticipating his movements.

He smiled against his lips, but soon walking away and standing in front of the bed to remove the remaining clothes. You stood on your elbows, watching his every movement, practically drooling over the image that appeared to you now.

Even before Mattheo got back closer to the bed, you got up in front of him, but quickly falling on his knees, something that only made Mattheo squirm more against his own hand, which was soon replaced by his fingers and soft lips in wet kisses.

Her hair began to go around her boyfriend's fingers, who used it to keep control over her head. In a sudden movement, Mattheo felt you put it entirely in your mouth, tipping your head back with the sensation, trying to contain any eventual noise that wanted to come out of it.

The fact that he had you in front of him in his room, with his parents sleeping a few doors away, seemed to make everything even better. Having sex in situations like this was not really unusual for both of you, but now it definitely seemed euphoric, wrong and so exciting that only that made you get closer to your orgasms even faster than usual.

The movements of his lips brought him back, becoming a little faster and deeper, it was possible to feel his throat around him. This seemed too much even for Mattheo, who used to have an absurd control over himself. He held his hair tighter, pulling it out of him, seeing how his lips were shiny, combined with a small ligament of saliva bursting with the distancing.

- Look what you do to me, damn it. - He said low while smiling at the way he was now. You got up, kissing him again, but he walked away, just resting his forehead against yours and feeling his panting breath. - Bend over on the bed.

Your body fulfills that request as if it were being controlled by him, turning and bending over the soft mattress, without any concern of being so exposed, Mattheo had already seen you from almost all angles, attracting himself to each of them.

With your spine curved upwards and your face on the quilts, you feel it approaching, getting electric just with a light contact of his fingers curling around the waistband of your last piece, dragging it down on your legs.

- So beautiful. - Mattheo murmurs to himself when he notices a large mirror on the other side of the room, showing him the perfect scene, while he positions himself at his entrance.

Merlin, you wanted to shout his name when you started to feel him come in. Anyway, you couldn't contain a moan even though you were muffled on the fluffy blankets, letting out a tearful moan, the one Riddle loved to hear.

Little by little, he was deeper, finally staying there until you got used to his size. For him, it was like being completely crushed, feeling you pulsate around him and watching his lips be bitten in an attempt to remain silent. But he moved again, calmly at first, but increasing the pace while holding firmly on his hips.

And in some time, you were at the pace you were used to. Mattheo went fast and deeply, always being careful not to emit any sound between their bodies, even though he longed so much to hear them. He alternated his eyes between his body in bed and the image projected in the mirror: you in a complete mess, messy hair and slightly shiny body of sweat. Suddenly, he pulls you by the waist, leaving you standing, back on his chest, without stopping moving against you.

Your eyes were heavy, you were about to feel that wonderful sensation, but he made a point of prolonging the torture. His head hung to rest on his shoulder, but a strong hand grabbed his face in a hurry, making you wake up and see what he saw.

- Oh, fuck, Matty... - You gaspe while he smiles devilically on the skin of your neck, a little marked for you to worry only the next day.

- Ssh, you don't want your parents to hear you say these things, do you, love? - His warm breath hits your skin like gasoline in a fire. - Your father would kill me if he even dreamed of what I do with his beautiful daughter, wouldn't he? Even more under the same roof.

You only have the strength to wave positively, since he would not accept mere silence as an answer.

The movements didn't stop even for a second, in addition to one of his hands going down your belly, reaching where you needed it most, pressing precise circles in place, taking you even higher, while your nails squeezed Mattheo's arm, leaving small half moons in his extension.

His mind at this point was hazy and heavy, lying on his shoulder once again, letting himself be carried away by all the stimulus he gave you.

Mattheo could feel you approaching, it was so wonderful for him. It was as if your body restarted after each orgasm, as if he was always the first to touch you, always the cause of that. The image he watched was the most beautiful he had ever seen, you let yourself be freed, spilling all that liquid that he loved to see flowing between the two of you. Giving him the endorsement to finally paint his fair walls.

His legs just trembled, making you lean on the bed between muffled laughter when he freed himself from you. Mattheo held you to the bathroom, helping you clean yourself before they go back to bed and you rest your head on his chest, just feeling affection on your shoulder and enjoying the heat of his body under the covers.

Lying under the covers, the soft light of the moon filtered through the window, creating a magical and intimate environment. You looked at Mattheo and, with a mischievous smile, asked:

- How did you manage to get into my family's property?

He laughed, a sound that melted his heart.

- Secrets, my love. I can't reveal everything, or you'll find out.

- I missed you so much - you said, the sincerity in your voice transpiring. - I love you.

- I love you too - he replied, pulling you closer. With your head resting on your chest, you soon began to fall asleep, wrapped in the heat of the moment.

But while you slept, Mattheo remained awake, gently stroking your hair. The thoughts consumed him. How he wished things were different. I wish I could take you out, give gifts, kiss her in public without fear of the consequences. My heart tightened when you remembered the furtive nights, when you saw other boys flirting with you. The idea of his parents opening the door at any time left him in a constant state of alert, between challenge and fear.

Earlier, Theodore had revealed a conversation he had heard between his father and Mr. Not. He was talking about introducing you to a boy from a good family, someone he had already chosen. Every word resonated like a blow to his heart. The possibility of losing you was unbearable, and the frustration grew.

While you, unaware of your agony, slept peacefully, your breathing soft and serene, he looked at you, the beauty of your innocence making him promise that he would fight for both of you, no matter what happened. The determination grew inside him. Even in the midst of chaos and uncertainty, the love he felt became his strength.

And so, while you dreamed, he stayed there, vigilant, dreaming of a future where they could be together.

____________________________

masterlist

xoxo, bee🫶🏼✨

DAY 1: MERRY CHRISTMAS

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: two times you surprised mattheo with a cute ‘tradition’ and the one time he surprised you 

notes: modern au, oh and i took a bit of a funny turn on the traditions

ps: i had to search up the sad christmas adverts, because ✨accuracy✨ and ended up watching a fourty minute video while crying my eyes out… so christmas can come!!

You were sitting in the great hall, eating your breakfast, when the owls flew in, announcing it was time for the mail. 

“oh, look” you gently hit your boyfriend on the arm so his focus was on you. “the owls are coming”

"yeah" mattheo shrugged, not really interested in looking up "like every morning"

"yeah" you said slowly "but i bet mine has the christmas card today!"

"the what?" mattheo asked, watching you as you gently took the mail from the owls leg and fed him some of your toast

"christmas cards, matty" you smiled, looking through the deck. "here it is!" you held the card up like a treasure, your eyes quickly flew over the paragraphs before you held it in mattheo's direction.

he smiled, while reading the words your mum had written, adressed to the both of you. he finally turned the card around and laughed when he saw the picture of your family. "that's sweet"

"have you never received a christmas card before?" you wondered, amazed by how surprised he seemed to be

"i guess not" mattheo shrugged "but i think i like them. do you receive them from you family every year"

"of course!" you nodded "but you receive them from other family or friends as well"

"that's cool" he held the card in your direction, pointing at the picture of your family, wearing matching christmas sweaters and then at you "look at you!" he gushed "so cute!"

the picture was a few years older, you were still wearing braces in it. you parents had loved it so much that you hadn't taken a new one until now. "i was fourteen, okay?" you rolled your eyes in a joking manner as you watched mattheo giggling

then he was serious again "that'll be us with our kids some day, huh?" his eyes seemed to glisten as he saw you smiling at his words

"absolutely" you bend forward and kissed him

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

"hey!" draco lazily raised his arm, greeting mattheo, who was walking into the common room

mattheo nodded at him "have you seen y/n?" he wondered

"yeah" draco said, while his eyes were stuck on the book he was holding "she's up in your room crying"

"she's what?" mattheo asked, hopeful he didn't understand draco right the first time draco sighed frustrated "upstairs. crying" he rolled his eyes "how much do i have to break it down for you to understand?"

"what the fuck, draco?" mattheo was angry "do you have any emotional awareness? why didn't you comfort her if something was wrong? or atleast got one of the first years to get me to comfort her? you let them do anything else for you, no?"

"she told me to stay here, so she could 'cry in peace'" it was scary how perfectly draco could imitate your voice

"she really said that?"

"yeah" draco shrugged, like he was not surprised by anything you did anymore "she said my face makes her angry and then she wouldn't be able to cry"

"huh" mattheo just made. that did sound like something his y/n would say and especially to draco

"better go look at her" draco suggested "something isn't normal with her, mate"

mattheo nodded absentmindedly, before he walked up the stairs to his room.

when he entered the room, he was met with a confused looking theo, who was sitting at the desk, working on his homework. mattheo threw a look at his bed, on which a big pile of blankets had found what seemed to be a permanent place

"hey" mattheo said and theo looked up

"hi" the boy nodded "she's under that blanket"

"did you ask her why she came here?"

"she said her room was occupied and that she gets sad when she looks at me. is that an insult?" theo looked up to his friend questionly

"i don't think so" mattheo shook his head, before he turned around and walked to the bed. "baby?" he asked, before he gently pulled back the blanket infront of your face. you were wearing headphones and holding you phone, while your face was red from crying

you sat up when you noticed your boyfriend. unplugging the headphones. "hey matty" you smiled.

“y/n” mattheo cooed. “what’s wrong, love?”

“oh nothing” your hand quickly got rid of the tears on your cheek.

“then why are you crying?”

“draco is down there talking gibberish again, isn’t he?” you asked unimpressed

mattheo ignored what you said “you’re scaring me, please just tell me what’s wrong”

you took a quick look at the phone, tears welling in your eyes as you thought about what you had just watched, before you turned the screen to show him.

mattheo, to his surprise, was met with a paused youtube video. he looked between you and the display, and finally started the video as you nodded at him. he watched intensively as a family told their father they wouldn’t be coming home for christmas, then how they learned that the man had passed and later return to his home for dinner on christmas eve, where he was waiting for them, still alive.

“oh” mattheo said after the video had ended “ohhh” he repeated, realizing what was going on. “you searched that up, didn’t you?”

you nodded. “i always watch the compilation of sad christmas adverts”

“and you cry because of them?”

you nodded again. “they’re just so beautiful aren’t they? i mean he fakes his death to get his family together.. or the other one where the grandpa starts training so he’ll be able to pick up his granddaughter”

mattheo watched as the tears rolled down your cheeks.

“uh” theo bend down next to his friend “can i leave?”

“yeah” mattheo breathed “we won’t take long”

“take all the time you need” theo assured, quickly leaving the room with his potions book under his arm.

“this is my favorite christmas tradition” mattheo found it almost cute how you smiled at him. still with a red face and with tear stains on your cheeks, but he had to smile back nonetheless.

you raised the blanket. “care to join me?” you asked and your boyfriend nodded. he held you for the next thirty minutes, while you cried at every second of the following advert. he was almost glad you weren’t quiet normal, at least that way you two could never get bored.

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

there was something special in staying at hogwarts during the christmas break. especially in how quiet it was all of a sudden. the mornings were colder and slower, you and mattheo would take your time at breakfast, and some nights you would stay in his room, as theo had left for the holidays.

“matty?” you asked, walking into his dorm, with your books in hand. a green little thing was hanging in your way and you looked up. “a mistletoe?” you wondered

“yeah” said a sudden voice. you turned to look at your boyfriend, who was smiling.

“i actually knew that one” 

“you put it there”

he shrugged, smiling michievously “maybe” he paused, acting as of he was thinking “no harm in leaving one tradition for me to show you, right?”

“i guess” you smiled

“you do know the tradition, right?” he asked obviously joking 

you laughed and finally, shook your head “i think you have to show me”

he grinned at the act. “there’s nothing i would rather do” he stepped closer, until your noses were almost touching “just follow my lead” he whispered and then he kissed you.

taglist:

@twistedhistory @claradelage @novelizt @ahead-fullofdreams @bakingintheshire @mqstermindswift

—we are never ever getting back together

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: you‘re a swiftie and mattheo isn’t (yet)

warnings: none i think

mattheo raised his eyebrows when you opened the door of your dorm and were all dolled up. "are we going somewhere?" he asked surprised, but you shook your head.

"you can sit there!" you had so much energy, you were practically busting through the roof. "and we need to break up for a second, yeah?"

"what?" he laughed surprised, but you just nodded your head and he sighed. "sure, okay, whatever you say"

he sat down and watched as you took out the newest taylor swift album (red) he had gotten you for your birthday. "i should've known this had something to do with her" mattheo sighed before he pu a hand to his chin, thinking "maybe we shouldn't listen to that music anymore"

"excuse me? we?" you laughed sarcastically "we're not together as if now, remember?"

"yeah, yeah" mattheo muttered rolling his eyes. "do whatever you have to so we can make out"

you rolled your eyes as the smirk on his face, before you started the song and loudly started to sing along.

i remember when we broke up the first time saying, "this is it, i′ve had enough"

"this is the first time, we broke up, but whatever" mattheo crossed his arms, jokingly.

'cause like, we hadn′t seen each other in a month when you said you needed space what?

"our rooms are literally twenty meters apart, love and i would never need space from my baby"

you laughed loudly, but still continued singing.

then you come around again and say "baby, i miss you, and i swear i'm gonna change, trust me" remember how that lasted for a day? i say, "i hate you", we break up, you call me, "i love you"

"i thought you liked role-play" he frowned jokingly and you had to laugh once again.

ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh we called it off again last night but ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh this time, i'm telling you, i′m telling you

we are never, ever, ever getting back together we are never, ever, ever getting back together you go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me but we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together like, ever

"catchy, but we have the same friend group"

i′m really gonna miss you picking fights and me falling for it, screaming that i'm right and you would hide away and find your peace of mind with some indie record that′s much cooler than mine

"what are you going on about? we only ever listen to your music!" he was pointing an accusing finger in your direction

you took his arm and danced around it, before he raised it and made you turn a few times, while you continued to sing the chorus.

the music got calmer again and the bridge started.

i used to think that we were forever, ever and i used to say, never say never

mattheo watched intently how you raised your hand and formed a telephone with your thumb and little finger, before you spoke along to taylor's voice.

pfft, so he calls me up, and he's like, "i still love you" and I′m like, i'm just, i mean, this is exhausting you know, like we are never getting back together like, ever (no!)

mattheo laughed as you raised your voice and loudly started singing the chorus again. he stood up from his place on your bed and started dancing along with you, as he tried your best to sing along to the unknown lyrics.

when the song was finished, both of you fell down on your bed exhausted, heavily breathing.

"so you now approve of taylor now, yeah?" you muttered and mattheo nodded repeatedly.

"have i ever not approved of her? who got you that cd, love?"

you rolled your eyes, but nodded, approvingly, before you added "now we can get back together"

"but babe" mattheo muttered confused "i thought you said we would never ever ever get back together" he started laughing hysterically at the very bad joke and you slapped his chest before you joined in.

a whole dumbass

yo guys, so I am currently writing about Y/N and Mattheo getting closer trough the years, but I am only half way done, well not even halfway, but it’s taking me ridiculously long cus English ain’t my first language so my brain works slower, bla bla bla

But basically do you want me to upload it all in one or like the first part now?

Matt Riddle

Matt Riddle

mattheo riddle / marcus lopez appreciation post <3