Mattheo Riddle

Your loving husband feeding your baby.

Mattheo Riddle

He went too far.

Mattheo Riddle

Safe word.

Mattheo Riddle

He teases you while you’re drunk

Mattheo Riddle

💔 | Just a bet.

Mattheo Riddle

🖤 | Fake dating

Mattheo Riddle

Dance practice for the Yule Ball

Simon Ghost Riley

💔 | He doesn’t believe it’s his baby

Ghost

He has to leave for a new mission.

Konig

⛓️ | Kinda has a crush on you.

Mattheo Riddle

💦 | Late shower

Mattheo Riddle

First kiss - 🖤

Mattheo Riddle

Slytherin Common Room, Midnight The party was in full swing, the air thick with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and the pulse of music. It felt almost dizzying, the way it swirled around you, muffling everything else. But there was one thing you couldn’t ignore: Mattheo Riddle. He was sprawled across the couch like he had all the time in the world. His usual smirk played at the corners of his lips, the dark curls falling just enough to shadow his eyes. He had that cocky, detached air that drove you crazy, that made you want to get close, to break through the distance he always kept between you two. Tonight, you were done with the games. The alcohol coursed through you like liquid courage, pushing you forward before you could stop yourself. You moved toward him, then climbed onto his lap without a word. Mattheo stiffened the moment you settled against him. His hands didn’t automatically pull you closer, as you’d hoped. Instead, he just let you sit there, his fingers hovering awkwardly at your waist. You didn’t care. You weren’t waiting anymore. You wanted him to feel what you felt — this ache for something more than this. Something that wasn’t just hidden glances and stolen moments. You started to move against him, slow at first, letting your hips grind gently to the beat of the music. He sucked in a sharp breath, but there was hesitation in the way he responded. His hands tightened around your waist, then immediately loosened again, as if he didn’t quite know what to do with you — with this. “Someone’s bold tonight,” Mattheo said, his voice strained but still amused, the tone not matching the intensity of the situation. You looked at him, eyes searching for the flicker of something real in his gaze. But what you saw made your stomach drop. It wasn’t desire. It was… confusion. His eyes darted toward Daphne Greengrass, who was sitting just a few feet away, looking perfectly at ease, a mischievous smile on her lips as she watched the two of you. You felt it then. The flicker of discomfort that crawled up your spine like a warning. “Careful there,” Mattheo said, his voice louder now, trying to cover up the uncertainty with a joke. "People might start thinking you’re mine or something." His words sliced through the haze of desire that had settled between you two, and for the first time, you saw how little that meant to him. He was just playing. But then — then came the punch. “I bet Daphne could do it better. What do you think, love?” Mattheo said casually, like this was all just a joke to him. He tilted his head toward Daphne, his eyes gleaming. “Wanna show her how it’s done?” A knot twisted painfully in your stomach. You froze, staring at him in disbelief. Did he just…? Before you could react, before you could even pull away, Mattheo’s hands shifted on your waist. His fingers dug into your skin for a brief, sharp second before he gently — almost too gently — moved you off his lap. It was a motion so cold, so deliberate, that it sent an icy shiver through your chest. The look in his eyes was unreadable, his face turning back toward Daphne with a casual, almost nonchalant expression. And then, without hesitation, Daphne — smirking — slid into the space you had just vacated, settling comfortably onto Mattheo’s lap. The room spun. You felt lightheaded, but it wasn’t from the alcohol. It was from the sheer weight of humiliation pressing down on your chest. You had just been pushed aside — replaced — like you were nothing. Daphne’s laugh rang out, sharp and cruel, as she moved against Mattheo, mimicking the slow grind you had initiated only moments before. And he — he — didn’t even flinch. He didn’t push her off, didn’t say a word to stop her. He liked it. Every part of you burned with anger. Every part of you wanted to scream. But instead, your throat closed, your eyes stinging with the threat of tears.

Mattheo Riddlee

❤️ | He can’t sleep without you

Simon Riley

He told you to move to your side of the bed.