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His Obsession | T.R

Pairing: Slytherin Fem Reader X Tom Riddle

WC: 8.4k

Warnings/Notes: Mild language, smut, stalking, breeding kink, obsessed Tom, CNC?, pregnancy, etc.

Summary: You happen to have a so-not-secretive stalker who’s taken on an obsession with you…

You are an obsession (you are an obsession)

I cannot sleep (I cannot sleep)

I am a possession (I am your possession)

Unopened at your feet

There's no balance (there is no balance)

No equality (no equality)

Be still, I will not accept defeat (be still, I will not accept defeat)

He stood in the corner of the dorm, one that wasn't his own, but yours. He snuck in after he was sure you had fallen asleep. This was the first time he had gone as far as to sneaking in your dorm—at least while you were in it.

You had kicked most of the blankets off so that they laid at the end of your bed. There was a thin sheet that covered one of your legs, but the other laid on top of the sheet. The moonlight lit the room perfectly so that he could see you.

You wore a white tank top with black lace underwear. His eyes were still on your face, peaceful as you slept. Your eyelashes were against your cheeks, your plump lips parted as your breathed softly, unaware of the watching eyes on you.

His eyes trailed down the column of your throat, a place he has imagined his lips and hands many times. It was slender...and untouched. He wanted to touch it...mark it and make it pretty. He wanted everyone to see that you were claimed, that you were his.

His eyes fall lower, onto your chest. Your nipples had pebbled against the thin cotton and he took in a stuttered breath. Your breasts were spilling out the top as well, the tank top a few sizes too small, but clearly this was a comfort top of yours.

He noticed the tank top had ridden up, revealing the soft skin of your belly. He takes in a deep breath as he imagined it swollen with his child. He notes the soft curves that lead to the dip to your wide hips. He burns it into his memory.

You stir a bit, but you simply roll over. His eyes fall on your ass, big and round and perfectly accentuated by the black lace. His eyes roam over your thick thighs, noting the soft bare skin. You stir again, forcing yourself to keep your eyes closed as you feign sleep.

Someone was here.

You could feel it. You weren't necessarily scared, maybe slightly alarmed, but you had a feeling you knew exactly whom it was.

You were well aware of your stalker around the school. Tom Riddle thought he was subtle and secretive of the way he watched and followed you. But, you caught on. He's was quite obvious after all. But, instead of confronting him about his staring and following...you let it continue. You loved it.

You loved to egg him on. You moan softly as you slowly sit up, rubbing your eyes. Tom had grown tense where he stood, hoping to god you didn't look to much into the shadows.

"Bloody hell, it's so hot." You mutter to yourself.

It was actually quite nice in the room, but you decided you wanted to tease him. Maybe he'd come out of the shadows tonight and play.

You pull the tank top off, tossing it on the floor before lying back. You turn on your side, closing your eyes as you felt his eyes burn into you.

He stared at your breasts, the pebbled nipples that seemingly called out to him. He needed to leave before he lost control. But, he knew he needed to wait until you fell asleep.

I will have you, yes, I will have you

I will find a way, and I will have you

Like a butterfly, a wild butterfly

I will collect you and capture you

Just as he thought you had fallen asleep, you moan in annoyance again. He stands up straighter from where he had leaned against the wall. You sit up, propping yourself against the headboard.

You could feel the change in the air. You could feel his nerves. You knew exactly what he was thinking. You knew he was waiting until you fell asleep to leave, but you weren't ready for him to leave. You wanted him to play with you.

You trail a hand down the valley of your breasts, across your stomach before slowly sliding your hand down your panties. You moan softly, rubbing the sensitive ball of nerves.

He had grown even harder as he watched you play with yourself and he clenched his jaw, clenching his fists in his pockets as he fought the urge to go to you—to claim you.

You take your panties off, now frustrated they were in the way. You toss them on the floor, in the direction of where he stood. He looks down to where they have landed, right in front of him. He leans down slowly as he keeps his eyes on you as he grabs them. He stands, feeling the wetness on them.

Your breaths became faster as you got closer to reaching your high. You curl your fingers, hitting a spot you were unaware of—one that sent your eyes rolling back as you moaned out loud as you came.

You fell back against your bed, unconscious from the pleasure. You had always been quite sensitive to pleasure, only touching yourself twice before tonight. You were a virgin and didn't even know what pleasure could really be.

Tom was awed with how you came apart. Now, he wished he was above you so that he could be fucking you, making you feel pleasure, but so he could see you unravel.

You were beautiful.

He steps closer to the bed, knowing how risky it was, yet he felt like he couldn't leave without doing this. He cups your cheek, gently tracing your bottom lip. You moan softly, your lips parting. He gently sticks his thumb in your mouth, your lips wrapping around it as you sucked on it slowly before your mouth barely opened.

He pulled his thumb back, a trail of salvia left in its wake. He groans softly as he sucks the thumb you just had. He traces a hand down the column of your neck, down the valley of your breasts, over your belly before reaching where your hand laid limp between your legs. Two of your fingers glistened with your release and he gently grabbed your wrist, taking your two fingers in his mouth.

His eyes flutter closed, tasting your sweet release blossom over his taste buds. A taste he knew he was forever going to be addicted to. He lets your fingers free from his mouth, before disappearing to your attached bathroom. He grabs a rag, wetting it before going to carefully and gently clean you up.

He went back to the bathroom, putting it in the bin. He got to the doorway as he hears your soft moan. He sees you slowly sitting up. You found yourself wanting to touch yourself again, now wanting his touch.

He watches your fingers delve back between your wet folds. He bites his lip, watching you from a different angle, one where he saw your glistening folds from the pale moonlight.

"Oh god." You moan, your eyes squeezing shut.

He smirks, loving how sensitive you were. He couldn't wait until he got to experience your sensitivity with you. He could already imagine you getting all sensitive and worked up over it.

"T-Tom." You moan, not meaning to, but now you imagined it was him touching you.

His lips part in surprise as he watches you. It wasn't long before you were falling apart, realizing you moaned his name. You weren't embarrassed long as you passed out once again. He grabbed the rag, cleaning you once more and sucking on your fingers to experience your heavenly taste.

You are an obsession, you're my obsession

Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?

You are an obsession, you're my obsession

Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?

You awake to your alarm this time, naked and a bit sore down there from your activities late last night. You smile slightly, knowing he cleaned you up both times. You stand and get dressed in your white button up blouse, grimacing slightly.

Your family wasn't poor, but they also weren't rich. You were lucky to get your books for the year. Buying new clothes was a speciality in your household. So, the blouse was a bit small and couldn't be buttoned all the way. This one was the blouse you tried your best not to wear because it was buttoned right at your breasts. So, anyone could see your breasts that were beautifully accentuated by your lace bra. Thankfully, they couldn't see the bra.

Your blouse hasn't gotten that small just yet. You pull on your "school girl" skirt, another thing you didn't like to wear often as you rather wear you black ones that fit just right. Your "school girl" skirt was short and you were lucky if you didn't flash anyone if you bent over too much.

It was a green plaid style though, suiting your house colors which you liked. You pull on your white knee socks and your black Mary-Janes. You brushed your hair before you decided to pick up your clothes from last night that you had thrown when you got a little bold.

You found the tank-top, but not the panties. You knew you threw them right in his direction and you realized that he must've taken them. You smile slightly before grabbing your messenger bag. You walk out of your dorm, heading into the Common Room.

Tom sat with his friends where they normally sat. You fought not to make eye contact with him or to stare at him. You could feel his eyes on you though.

His eyes were on the blouse that he knew was a few sizes to small. He clenched his jaw, not happy that other boys would see his girl like this all day. Not to mention the skirt you wore.

"Good morning, Mary-Ellen. Are you ready to head to breakfast?" You ask, a polite smile on your face.

Your friends were already at breakfast, but Mary-Ellen was a first-year that you had taken under your wing. She was more advanced than most in her year, and she was a year younger than everyone, but everyone bullied her. Until you stepped in and now you protected her.

"I'm not really hungry today." She mumbles sadly, laying her head down on her arms that were folded on the table.

You frown, taking a seat across from her. You quietly cursed her brother, Avery—one of Tom's friends—who acted as if he had no association with her.

"What's going on, Mary-Ellen?" You question.

"I don't wanna talk about it." She grumbles.

"Mary-Ellen, we agreed that 'wanna' isn't a very polite word. We also agreed that we don't keep secrets from each other. Now, tell me what is bothering you. I'm sure we can fix it." You say, smiling softly at her.

"Avery, are you ever going to treat that little sister of yours, right? She truly thinks you hate her." Lestrange mumbles, watching the interaction between you and Mary-Ellen.

"No one would judge either. Your smart. No wonder she's smart." Abraxas says.

Avery looks at Tom who was already looking at him. He raises his eyebrows before rolling his eyes.

"Avery, she's your sister. Treat her like one rather than icing her out because you're embarrassed she has more brains than you." Tom says.

"There's this boy who keeps picking on me." Mary-Ellen murmurs.

"A boy? Who is this boy?" You ask.

"Someone." She mumbles.

"Mary-Ellen." You warn sharply.

"It's Samuel." She mumbles.

"And what is Samuel doing?" You question.

"It started with him throwing pebbles at me, then taking my school stuff and holding it away from me...but now he keeps trying to lift my skirt up randomly. He also keeps telling everyone we are dating and we had snogged in a broom closet." She exclaims upset, tears welling in her eyes.

Avery's jaw clenched, his eyes going to the doorway where Samuel so happened to enter. You happened to notice as well, Tom putting a hand out to stop Avery.

"Samuel! Come here, please." You call.

"Yes, Miss. Y/l/n?" He questions.

"I want to know why you are picking on, Mary-Ellen." You say expectantly.

"What are you talking about?" He lies.

"Samuel, please do not lie to my face. I don't like it and it's disrespectful. Be honest, so that we can properly figure this out. I've heard you've thrown pebbles at her, taken her school books to tease her, and then you're trying to lift her skirt. Not to mention you are spreading false rumors around the school. Do you know how rude that is? How do you think all of this has made Mary-Ellen feel? Do you know how much trouble you'll get in if this reaches a Professor or the Headmaster? This isn't okay behavior." You scold.

"I just wanted her attention." He mumbles.

"Samuel, whether you wanted her attention or not, that wasn't an appropriate way of gaining it. You've really upset Mary-Ellen. I hope you haven't done this to other girls either. It isn't polite. It is rude and disrespectful. If you wanted her attention, alls you had to do was approach her and talk to her. You didn't have to tease her, lie about her and harass her. I think you owe someone an apology." You say.

"Mary-Ellen, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was hurting your feelings. I promise I'll stop. I'll tell everyone it was just a rumor. I just really wanted your attention...I think your really pretty and I got really nervous about talking to you." He admits, his cheeks flushing red.

"It's okay, Samuel. Just don't do it again or I might have to hex you." She teases.

You smile, watching the two who ultimately end up going to breakfast together. You look at the time and know you won't have time for breakfast. You stand swiftly, smoothing your skirt out before leaving the Common Room.

Tom dismissed himself from his friends, following you from a distance. He was confused, noticing you were taking a different route. You stop in the middle of a corridor, feeling him following you—watching you.

"I can feel you following me and watching me." You say softly.

He stays in the shadows, watching you with curiosity. You smile, looking down at the ground.

"Maybe next time you'll play too? I could feel you watching me last night when I played with myself...and this morning my favorite pair of panties were gone." You say softly.

He swallows hard, a tent appearing his pants. You offered an invite for him to play with you. Not to mention, you were well aware of his eyes on you last night and you simply played with yourself before his eyes.

You carry on walking, aware he was following you still. You reach your class, slipping inside and hoped he'd make it to his class on time.

He did, per usual. He was waiting for Potions, where he hurriedly rushed to before leaving a note on your desk. He walked out and found Abraxas. He walked in with Abraxas to see you at your desk reading the note.

My Obsession,

Are you daring the devil to play? Naughty girl. You knew I was watching all along. If I had known, I would of feasted upon your heavenly taste between your legs. I might have snuck a taste from your fingers, a new addiction of mine. You can have your black panties back once I've claimed you as mine.

You smile slightly, noting how he knew he was obsessed with you and not to mention he tasted you. Your cheeks flushed red at the thought of his mouth around your fingers. You tuck the letter away before the Professor began to assign groups. He apparently decided to switch it up and do boy-girl and to try and have people work with people they normally don't.

You were partnered with a Gryffindor boy, your work station in front of Tom's and his partner who was a Slytherin girl you've seen sometimes.

"So, Y/n...are you single?" Leon asks.

"Yes...but I'm not actively looking for a relationship. Sorry." You say distractedly.

Tom sat behind you, glaring at Leon. He knew he hadn't claimed you just yet, but he was sure it was quite obvious he liked you. He was satisfied with your answer though which made him feel a tad bit better, but he was still pretty pissed off.

"Can I ask why you aren't looking for a relationship?" He asks.

"I'm not so sure it necessarily pertains to you. Sorry, but I just don't understand why your pushing the matter more than it needs." You say softly, not wanting to come off as rude.

"I'm interested in you. Your a nice girl who's smart and who's apparently not looking for a relationship." He says.

"I've got my eyes set on someone already." You say.

"In that case, I'm sorry. I should have known. It's quite obvious." He says.

"What? What's quite obvious?" You ask, turning your full attention to him.

His eyes fall on your chest, before you cleared your throat and he looked up.

"It's just...Riddle is always around you no matter where at." He says.

"Oh, he and I aren't together." You say, smiling like a lovesick fool as you turn back towards the cauldron.

"I never said you both were together. I just meant it's quite obvious you both like each other." He says.

You stay quiet, surprised he'd say that. You finish up the potion, waiting until Professor Slughorn could come over.

"Brilliant! As always!" He praises, putting a hand on your back as he looks at the potion.

"Thank you, Professor." You murmur, your cheeks flushing red.

"Of course. You go on and take a seat. Leon, you clean all of this up." He says before walking away.

Class was over not before long and you stand, grabbing your bag before you quickly hurry away. You could hear Tom trying to get through the crowd of people, sensing his growing annoyance as he tried to catch up with you.

You smile slightly, ducking down another hallway, before taking a different way to the Great Hall. You find your normal seat, getting sucked into a conversation either Katherine and Mirabelle.

"He's staring again." Katherine whispers with a smirk.

"When isn't he?" You chide, smiling back at her.

"I bet if you got up right now, he'd follow you." Mirabelle said.

"He probably would. I have finished my dinner, so maybe I'll test the theory. Once I get to the door I'll turn back and wave to you two. How's that?" You suggest.

"Go." Katherine urges excitedly.

You stand, smoothing out your skirt before making any other move. You shuffle down the bench so you wouldn't have to climb over it and risk flashing someone. You start to walk to the doors, pausing before turning back to wave to the girls who wave and send you kisses. Tom had stopped all movements and stood there waiting for you to walk out of the Great Hall.

You walk out, ducking into a dark corner. You see him step out, looking up and down the hallway. He curses before walking right past you. You wait until he's gone before going left where you take the long way to the Slytherin Common Room.

You walk in, just as he walked in from the direction of the girls dormitory's. You give him a polite smile, walking past him towards your dorm. The door was partially opened which it wasn't like that earlier today when you left.

I feed you, I drink you by day and night

I need you, I need you by sun and candlelight

You protest, you want to be

Safe, oh, there's no alternative (there's no alternative)

He stood in the corner of your dorm again and he watched as you slept soundly. Tonight, it was rather hot in the dorm, so you were in a tank top that had ridden up just below your breasts and another pair of lace panties, this time dark green.

The blankets had been kicked to the floor long ago and he was running his eyes along you almost continuously, trying to burn your soft curves into his memory. You moan as your eyes flutter open.

You could feel him again.

You slide the tank top off, throwing it in the direction you knew he would be. You shimmy your panties down your legs, tossing those in his direction as well.

They hit him in the chest, and he caught it effortlessly. You smile inwardly as you didn't hear them hit the floor. You gasp as a bundle of silk is thrown onto your bed. You grab the little note and open it.

My Obsession,

Put this around your eyes as a blindfold, then I'll come play with you.

You set the note on your end table, excitement coursing through you as you lightly trace the silk. You were dripping between you legs at this point, but nonetheless, you put the blindfold on.

Tom steps out of the shadows, walking around the room slowly. You let a shaky breath out, your ears straining to hear his soft footsteps. He stops at the end of your bed before he slowly climbs up. You let another shaky breath out as you feel him getting closer and closer to you until your breaths were mixing together.

His hand caresses your cheek, before kissing you softly. You hum softly, kissing him back. You gasp as your hands are pinned above your head against the headboard. He ties them there before his lips were back on yours.

His hand slides from your cheek to your jaw to your throat. He gives it a little squeeze, feeling your body jump from surprise. You relax and he smirks.

He lets his other hand roam, grabbing a handful of your breast, a moan eliciting from you. He pulls his lips from you before his hands trace over the rest of your curves. He moves your thighs further apart before kneeling between your parted thighs. He breathes in deeply, his eyes fluttering closed as your sweet smell of arousal.

"Please." You plead, opening your thighs wider.

He smirks, before his head was burying itself between your thighs, feasting upon your mound. You moan, your legs moving over his shoulders. You tug at your wrists, hoping to free them. You could feel the knot building in your stomach already.

His tongue was sinful and worked meticulously. He dove his long, slender fingers into your dripping cunt repeatedly, the squelching sounds along with your moans and pleads for more filling the room. You tighten around his fingers and he thrusts his fingers a few more times, lifting his head to watch you fall apart. He curls his fingers, watching your mouth fall open, a loud moan coming free as you arch your back, pushing yourself into his hand.

He thrusts his fingers slowly through your orgasm and you fall limp. He smiles, knowing how sensitive you truly are now. He leans down, licking you clean before he sits up and unties the binds on your hands and your eyes.

He moves to the corner of your dorm where he stands as he waits for you to awake. He had a plan, but that went to hell the moment his fingers were buried into your dripping cunt.

Your face appears again, I see the future there

But I see danger, stranger beware

Of circumstances in your naked dreams

Your affection is not what it seems

You were awake, but you hadn't opened your eyes yet. You could feel your hands were free and the blindfold was off, but you found yourself excited yet fearful of opening your eyes. You knew he was there still, but something about his energy right now made you feel off.

"Open your eyes, naughty girl. I know you're awake." He whispers.

You slowly open your eyes, looking at the ceiling before slowly pushing yourself up. You look around, and he steps out which catches your attention.

Tom Riddle, being illuminated by the pale moonlight watched you with a charming smile. You knew it was Tom, but seeing him now kickstarted your nerves.

"Tom." You breathe softly.

"Y/n." He murmurs, stepping forward.

You squeeze your thighs together, feeling your cunt throb as you watch the way he carries himself.

"You've been stalking me." You say softly.

"You've loved it." He points out.

"But I shouldn't have." You admit.

"No, you shouldn't have, but you're a naughty girl. You too have dark desires and wants, don't you?" He asks.

"Y-Yes." You whisper.

"Tell me, what do you want right now?" He asks.

"I...I don't know." You lie, turning your gaze to the end of your bed.

"Don't lie to me or I'll have to punish you. Be honest." He spats.

A part of your brain was screaming at you to run, that this man was dangerous, but another part of you loved the danger. You wanted to be in the presence of this man every waking hour of yours if you could. Your eyes flicker back up to his narrowed ones.

"I want you to claim me." You say softly.

His lips part, surprise etched upon his features only momentarily. His lips were moving to a small smile before he slowly begins to strip off his clothes. You watched intensely, realizing your imaginative brain hardly did any justice for this man.

You are an obsession, you're my obsession

Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?

You are an obsession, your my obsession

Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?

You lay back, a soft breath leaving you as he crawls over you, his eyes slowly taking you in. Your (hair color) was sprawled around majestically, framing your face. Your (eye color) stared up at him, innocence and desire swirling in their depths. Your plump lips were parted, waiting for his next move.

"You are so beautiful." He murmurs, tracing your jawline with his index finger.

"Thank you." You whisper, your nerves bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

"You are mine, Y/n. I don't think you truly realize the severity of that, but you are mine. It's in your best interest to steer clear of any males or I may have to kill them for fraternizing with what's mine. Especially, after tonight." He says, serious and calm.

Your heart raced, your mind and body trying to tell you how dangerous this man is, but you shoved that all away. You focused on him and your excitement, the adrenaline pumping through you and your desire for him.

"What if I just stick by your side after tonight? Or would you think I'm clingy?" You question.

"Never. I want you by my side for the rest of eternity. In the waking hours, I want you with me, but even in the hours of the night I want you by my side." He says.

"Then I'll be by your side." You breathe.

"My obsession." He whispers, sinking his hard cock into you slowly.

Your lips part, as if to say something or maybe to express your pleasure you felt right now, but no sound came out. Your eyes look up into his to see he too felt this amazing feeling you felt. It was heaven. He rocks his hips back and forth, sinking into your tight cunt. You loop your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

My fantasy has turned to madness (has turned to madness)

And all my goodness (and all my goodness)

Has turned to badness (has turned to badness)

My need to possess you had consumed my soul

My life is trembling, I have no control

"Tom." You moan, as he sinks the rest of his cock into you.

"Shhh, I know. I know, darling." He murmurs.

"F-Full." You stutter out.

"Shhh, I know. You're doing so well for me right now, darling." He whispers.

"V-Virgin." You whisper.

"I know, I know...I'll be gentle until you tell me you want more." He murmurs.

He thrusts were slow, although a part of him—a messed up, sick part of him—wanted to be fast and rough with you. He wanted your nails digging into his skin, your tears falling down your cheeks, and your cries and blubbering, music to his ears.

However, he knew it'd be painful and no pleasure for you. He wanted you to experience pain, yes, but he wanted it to be pleasurable for you.

He watches your face that was still adjusting to his size. He knew you were a virgin simply from the way you acted. So innocent. Yet, he also has been obsessed with you for years. So, he knew it may take you a bit to adjust to his size. Not only is this your first time, but he is well aware that he is bigger than the average size.

He ducks his head to your neck, leaving little kisses. He left a quick little bite to see your reaction, only to hear your soft moan as you pushed his head closer to your neck.

He left more bites, his tongue soothing over the sting before he left a soft kiss there. He sucked on a spot on the nape of your neck, his teeth nipping at it as he let it go. He left more marks, loving your soft neck covered with his claim.

"Tom, I need more." You breathe.

He leans back, watching your face before pulling his hips back and slamming forward. Your back arches off the bed, a cry of pleasure leaving your lips as your eyes roll back. He places a hand on the headboard in front of him, the other resting beside your head as he thrusted fast and hard into you.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed off the walls, the bed scraping against the floor, your cries and mewls for more were all music to his ears. You tighten around him and he knew you were close.

"T-Tom, if I pass out...keep going. I can still feel it and it's even more heightened." You say, somehow managing to babble it out.

"Of course, darling. It's because you aren't necessarily passed out. You're not necessarily awake, but you're also not asleep. Your body is just overwhelmed from the pleasure." He murmurs.

Your open your mouth to respond as the coil in your stomach comes undone. You cry out, you back arching off the bed against as your nails drag down his back, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. He clenched his jaw as you squeeze around him, but he keeps thrusting into you.

You were limp, but his lips part from surprise as little soft moans left your lips. He could feel his own high catching up with him, but he prayed you were awake to see him come undone.

You were slowly coming to, a lot faster than normal, and your eyes flutter open. You could feel your body feeling the pleasure ten times more than it had before you orgasmed. You had no words. You could only moan and cry out for more as you held him closer.

Your eyes were watching how he moved above you. His body was coated in a sheen of sweat just as yours. Everytime he slammed back inside you, the muscles in his arms, abs and chest would clench. His hair was damp, dangling in his dark blue eyes that were watching you. He looked like he could care less from a glance at his face, but in his eyes you could truly see how much this meant to him.

He groans, his face scrunching up as he comes with his last thrust inside of you. Your lips part, no sound passing them as you felt the most amazing feeling ever. He slowly thrusts to ride out his high before pulling out of you. He lays beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he kisses your forehead.

He pets your damp hair, thinking about all the things he's wanted with you. Now, he can have them. He glanced at your belly and smiles slightly, imagining it swollen with his heirs.

I will have you, yes, I will have you

I will find a way, and I will have you

Like a butterfly, a wild butterfly

I will collect you and capture you

You had fallen asleep, your hand rested above Tom's heart, your head tucked in the crook of his neck and your legs entangled with his. This...was exactly as he had imagined it.

He found himself dozing off, feeling tired for the first time in a very long time. Tonight would be the best night of sleep he has ever had and he knows it's because he has you. You were the first one awake, but you weren't in any rush to wake Tom up or to move for that matter.

It was Saturday, meaning you both could sleep in late. Even if you both missed breakfast, they'd have lunch or snacks in the Great Hall for anyone.

"You're staring." Tom mumbles, his eyes still closed.

"You're handsome, how could I not?" You ask, a soft smile on your lips.

His lips twitch before they were tilting up. He opens his eyes, looking over you lazily from where you were now sitting up next to him.

"You look stunning in the mornings too." He breathes, almost like he was in shock.

"Oh stop it." You mumble, your cheeks flushed red.

"I mean it, you are beautiful." He murmurs.

"I...I...I'm not quite sure what to say." You admit quietly, looking down at the bed in shyness.

"You don't have to say anything. Come here." He says, opening his arms.

You climb onto his lap that was covered by the thin sheets, letting his arms settle around you. He kisses you softly, cupping your cheek. His tongue glides across your bottom one, silently pleading for your lips to open. To his luck, they did. His tongue slides into your mouth, his movements becoming more urgent as he tugs you closer to him, his teeth clattering with yours.

His hands slide from your hips to your ass, pulling you closer to him. You moan softly, your hands getting lost in his hair.

He pulls away, looking you over slowly, his eyes falling on your stomach. Oh, how he wanted to see you swollen with his child. He moves the sheets, revealing his hard cock. Your pupils dilate, his words washing away as you begin to sink down into his hard cock. You moan, rolling your eyes up to his, the both of you getting lost in the pleasure.

"You both have been around each other most of the time and she still doesn't know of your plans?" Abraxas asks.

Tom sighs, running a hand over his face. He knows Abraxas may have a point as you and him have been together for four months now, but he wasn't convinced whether you'd freak out or not.

Not to mention, the sneaking around over the summer so you both could hang out was ridiculous. Apparently, your parents dislike Tom immensely for no reason. At least to your opinion. Tom is sure they know he's a half-blood which would mean they have similar views to him which means you could have similar views as well.

Abraxas rambled on and Tom stared at the window, his thoughts back on you. You had returned to your home for the weekend as your parents had requested, so he found himself missing you immensely. Two days apart was the longest you both have been apart...since being together.

It was your guys' year seven and were two months into the year now. The cold, chilly weather was approaching at full force and that only meant the holiday season was as well.

"T-Tom, can I speak with you?" You ask quietly.

His head snaps to the left, seeing that you stood in the doorway of the Common Room. His eyes run over you, looking for a sign that you were hurt as he could tell you were upset.

"You're back early. Is everything okay?" He asks, standing and striding towards you.

You take his hand with one of your shaky ones, silently leading him to your dorm. You close the door, leaning your head against it as you think of the best way to approach this. Tom noticed you had more bags in your room and he turns to you confused just as you had turned and leaned your back against the door.

"Darling?" He asks.

"Tom...my parents said I either needed to break up with you if I were to continue living with them. Or...if I were to stay with you...then I would be cut off and kicked out of the house." You say quietly.

"Are you trying to break up with me?" He asks calmly.

"No! Tom, can't you see! I chose you! Because I love you! Yet, I won't have anywhere to go after school. And I need a place to go, Tom. I can't be homeless." You exclaim.

"Darling, we will find a place. You won't be homeless. I would never let that happen. We will figure it out." He says.

"Tom, we need to figure this out fast. I'm pregnant. Roughly a month. We can't raise our child on the streets of London. We need a home." You stress, tears welling in your eyes.

His lips part with surprise as he looks at your stomach. He knew something had been different about you lately. You've had a glow to you that he can't get over.

You are an obsession, you're my obsession

Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?

You are an obsession, you're my obsession

Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?

Tom eyed you from where he sat at a table in the library. You had gotten up to find another book, but his eyes were on your swollen stomach. He was more than obsessed with you pregnant. He told you and himself that you were going to be pregnant again and again.

You felt as you were ugly pregnant, but with the way Tom was constantly eyeing you and ravishing you any moment of the day, you knew you must've looked pretty in his eyes. When you first started to show, he was dragging you to your dorm, empty closets or empty classrooms to ravish you at least five or six times a day.

It's definitely been a challenge for you to keep up with Tom, but you adored him. Now, you were roughly seven months and only had roughly two weeks until graduation. Tom had been a bit more spacey recently, trying to make sure everything is sorted out once you both graduate. But, that didn't mean he didn't have time to sneak off with you and to ravish you while telling you how beautiful you were.

He cut it down to maybe once or twice a day—if you were up to it of course—as he didn't want to hurt you or the baby.

You could feel his eyes on you, but you continued to read the book you had found. You rest a hand on your belly, grimacing as you feel pain. You have an appointment today, the first since you went before you left your parents as you've been to embarrassed.

The stares and whispering had grown too much for you to bear, so you hid away most of the time if you could. However, you were sure Tom said something and made threats as most of that has come to an end. He was the one who actually fought with you about having an appointment.

"Everything okay, darling?" Tom asks, standing behind you as he rests his hands on your hips.

"I-I don't know if this is normal...I've never felt this before." You whisper, a hand on your belly.

"Everything okay?" The librarian asks, coming over to you two.

"I think something's wrong. This doesn't feel right." You say panicked.

She steps forward, ignoring Tom's narrowed eyes as she places her hand on your belly. Her face softens as she looks at you, a soft smile on your face.

"Oh dear, this isn't bad. This is good, really good. This is your baby kicking. I'm surprised it hasn't started earlier. Tom, you should have a feel." She says, taking her hand away.

Tom's eyebrows furrow before he places his hand on your bump. He jumps slightly before placing his hand back on your belly.

"Does it hurt?" He asks.

"Not really. It hurt a bit at first, but now the baby is kicking in a different area. It doesn't hurt as bad here." You say quietly.

"I'll leave you two to it. If you ever have any questions, don't fret to ask dear. I've got three of my own." She says, smiling softly before leaving you both.

"He's quite strong." Tom murmurs.

"He could be a she." You chide, rolling your eyes up to his.

"It's a boy. I can feel it." He says.

"Okay then." You mumble, rolling your eyes as you look back down at your book.

"You've gotten quite the attitude the past few days and I'm not so sure I'm having it." He says calmly.

"And what would you do about it?" You asks.

"Spank you. Push you to the edge over and over again. Make you want my cock, but I won't give it to you. I'd make you so sorry that you'll be begging at your knees for my forgiveness. So, tell me...are we going to straighten up our little attitude problem, or am I going to have to punish you?" He murmurs into your ear.

You were tense, your panties wet with arousal. You wanted to say something snarky, but with how horny you've been yourself because of the pregnancy hormones...you weren't so sure you were going to risk that.

Not to mention, Tom was true to his word—always. If he wanted to prove a point to you, he'd prove his point and he'd prove it pretty goddamn well. You could be on your knees and it wouldn't be enough. He's sadistic and he likes you like that. Maybe if you threw tears in the mix, he might cave—might as the keyword—but even that wasn't a solid might.

"I'll start behaving." You mumble.

"Good girl." He whispers, leaving a soft kiss on your neck before walking back to the table.

He watches as you move a hand to your belly again, looking down at it with a soft smile. You whisper something to your belly, something he wishes he heard, but instead he watches you with awe.

He knew you'd be an amazing mother. You've tried all you could to learn about your pregnancy, but you've come to learn that all pregnancies aren't the same. Each experience is unique and special. You've found you have to learn what works for you and you've got to find what is the right fit just for you. Tom has admired your growth and strength during your pregnancy.

He knows you don't feel beautiful pregnant, but he thinks otherwise. Everytime he looks at you, he sees a goddess whom he worships. He's already decided he wants to see you pregnant several more times after this.

You wobble over to the table again, his smile widening as you struggle. He stands, helping you sit before pushing your chair in. He's learned to love how dependent you've became. He loves to help you. He likes feeling needed by you. Even if it's simple tasks just because it's hard for you to walk sometimes.

"Tom." You murmur.

"Yes, darling?" He asks, looking you over slowly.

"I think I'm going to miss it...you know...being pregnant and all. I've really grown to like the baby bump. It's an intimate feeling knowing that there's a baby growing in here and I'm helping it grow by eating and whatnot. I think I'm going to be really sad to see the bump go." You admit.

"Darling, don't be sad. I plan to get you pregnant several more times. I love how beautiful you look pregnant. I thought you were the most beautiful woman I laid eyes on before, but when I saw you pregnant...it was like I was staring at a goddess." He says.

"What if you don't like me after I'm pregnant though? My body is going to change, a lot." You sigh, looking down.

"Y/n...darling, look at me. You are going to be beautiful, so beautiful. I wish you could see what I was seeing everyday. Sure, your body may be different. But, you spent months growing a life in there. How magical is that? I think it's quite extraordinary what you're doing. I know most women can do this, but you're mine and I think everything you do is extraordinary. But, I'll always think you're beautiful and I hope one day I can make you see how beautiful you are." He says.

"Tom, I wish you knew how much I love you." You say, your eyes stinging with tears of love.

You knew he wasn't the most emotional person. He's told you before, he never expected that he'd gain feelings for someone. He truly thought he was incapable of feeling—until you. At first, he simply thought it was an infatuation that turned to an obsession that later turned into his burning love for you. He doesn't say it often, but when he does tell you that he loves you, you take it and hold onto that moment.

"You tell me every day, darling. So, I think I have an idea." He murmurs, offering you a sly smile before looking back down at his book.

You are an obsession, you're my obsession

Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?

You are an obsession, you're my obsession

Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?

You are an obsession

"Tom...aren't they perfect?" You murmur, looking down at the twin boys you had hours earlier.

Tom was staring at you, the way you looked at your sons with so much love and care already. His eyes fall to your lips which were stretched into a soft smile as you looked down at your boys. He watches you gently stroke one's cheek before looking back at your face.

"Yes. Perfect." He murmurs.

"Tom! I'm talking about our sons, not me." You scold, your cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.

"I know! They are perfect and so are you. Mattheo definitely favors your more. I'm kind of jealous he's going to be so fetching as he grows older." He says.

"Oh shush, you. Tom favors you and I think both of our boys will be quite fetching once they grow older. It's definitely in their eyes." You say.

"God, I want you pregnant again." Tom murmurs.

"Tom! Let's wait until we at least get these two out of diapers! We are going to have our hands full." You exclaim, laughing slightly.

Tom takes Mattheo so you can feed the fussy Tom who hadn't wanted to take a bottle earlier.

"Please get out of diapers soon so that I can put another sibling in your mommy." Tom whisper.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle! He is a baby! Shush! You can't talk to him like that." You scold.

"Like he'll remember that. If he does, we have bigger problems on our hands." He says.

"Tom, shush. I love you, but shush." You say, laughing softly.

He smiles slightly, enjoying that sound from you. He watches as you look back down at Tom with a soft smile. Mattheo starts to squirm and he looks down at the boy. He smiles slightly, lifting a hand to swipe some of the hair out of his eyes.

Mattheo lifts a hand, his tiny hand wrapping around Toms pinky. Mattheo's brown eyes look up into Tom's blue ones. A big gummy smile appears on his face before he sneezes. Tom huffs out a quiet laugh, looking back down at the boy who snuggled closer to him. He leans down slightly, leaving a soft kiss on his head.

"I love you, Mattheo." He murmurs.

He looks up to see you staring at him with a big smile. You could tell he was embarrassed by showing his love for his son publicly, but you stick your hand out to him. He takes it, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"I love you." You murmur.

"I love you." He says, looking down at you with intense eyes.

He looks over at the fussy baby in your arms. He leans down, place a soft kiss on Tom's head as the baby lifted a hand and rested it on Tom's cheek, looking into his blue intense eyes with his identical ones.

"I love you, Tom." He murmurs.

He sits back, watching as he snuggled closer to you, seeming content now. He looks back at you, leaning down and leaving a soft kiss on your lips.

"I love you more than words, darling. I can't even begin to express how much I love you, nor how much I care. I know I struggle to show you those acts on a day to day basis, but I want you to know you truly mean the world to me." He murmurs.

"I know, love. I think I say it enough for the both of us. I appreciate all that you've done for us. I love you so much and I can't wait for our eternity together." You say softly

You are an obsession, you're my obsession

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 ; 𝐓.𝐌.𝐑.

a/n: special tag for my bsf @wolfstar-lb 😍 towards the end there's a little tvd crossover LSHJSGSHSH ugh im gonna write for stefan rn !!

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summary: vampire!reader spots tom riddle and decides to do the wizarding world a good little deed. (smut & character death) — nsfw rule

wc: 1.4k

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warning(s): character death !! blood kink, blood, reader feeds off of tom, smut, oral sex (male receiving), kind of non con bc tom is compelled but breaks thru it and reader compels him again, degradation kink, rough sex, and the kiss with stefan is fr rough and not proofread!!

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tom wandered around the forbidden forests, every step he took making a crunch on the fallen leaves. he was out here tonight to play a dangerous game, he was looking for someone to sacrifice for a horcrux. 

as he kept his pace and kept walking, he noticed a figure, a shadow in the misty air. he squinted his eyes as the shadow moved slowly. 

you knew he was watching you and god you were starving. there was one way and one way only that you knew how to get a fresh supply of blood, seduce and kill. 

your hips swayed back and forth, alluring him closer to your body. 

tom didn't know what was happening? why he moved closer to you? but once he did, his eyes finally made out what he was seeing. a beautiful girl. 

your hips swayed with the wind, the breeze in your hair giving him the perfect view of your side profile. 

finally, the moment he had been waiting for. you turned around, your sharp feline eyes meeting his. his eyes grew wide when yours collided with his. 

your gaze was so intense that he couldn't look away, suddenly there was a glint in your eye that made him feel euphoric, high in the sky. 

your seductive lips moved with a motion that beckoned him forward, "come here to me, pretty boy." 

he obeyed, his legs carrying him to you. 

"good," you smirked. 

now, he was right in front of you. 

your hands reached out, roaming his broad and strong shoulders. 

they found the pumping pulse in his neck, you could feel it racing against your fingertips. 

he was dazed, his eyes dreamily intoxicated; fixated on your body. 

he knew you weren't a drug but you got him so high. the same way you felt about blood.

your lips brushed over his ear lobe, nibbling on it, a whisper ushing from your lips. "tell me, what were you out here for?" 

his adams apple bobbed up and down for a moment, "to find a sacrifice for my third horcrux." 

"horcrux you say?" well of course you had heard of that devilish object, it wasn't a product of mankind in your eyes. only the darkest of all would attempt it, telling you exactly how this boy was. 

no one would miss him? so it's fine, you're doing good for this. you like to call it: charity work. 

"and your third one? you are certainly naughty, mommy's gotta put you in place doesn't she?" you pouted, your arms wrapping around his neck. pulling him closer to you, your lips ghosted over his. "i gotta teach you a lesson, don't i?" 

following, your lips collided on his. fiercely your tongue fought his for dominance, his hands under your thighs lifting you up he slammed your body against a tree. you let out a harsh moan and bit his lip with your fangs in response; blood spilling from his blushed lips. 

your tongue immediately lapped it up, tatsung just how sweet he was. his intoxicating flavor forced your hips to rock against his cock. the movement making his cock harden. "fuck —" he groaned, but was cut off as your hand danced down his clothed abs into his pants. 

"you feel my hand right there, sweetheart?" 

he nodded his head, tossing it back he bucked into your hand. 

you laughed at him. "so fucking pathetic, stupid bitch." 

you soon removed his belt, falling off his waist it clanked against the decorated forest ground. 

your hand pumped his length, "so big, i can't wait to taste you again." 

you slithered onto your knees in front of him. 

his eyes were already glued on you, ready for your every move he was guessing. again, you jerked him off. teasing him you tapped his tip on your tongue, making him whimper. "be patient, darling, because you don't have much longer." 

you swirled your tongue around it, slowly taking it all in your mouth. fuck, he was big. 

the head of his dick hit the back of your throat making your eyes water. bobbing your head back and forth you moaned tasting his sweet cock. but his blood was sweeter, making your teeth rot for it. 

you didn't have a sweet tooth, it was more of a...per say; blood tooth. 

especially the blood of a man. 

what could you say? you're a maneater. 

at first you weren't because you thought it was too many calories, but boys just tasted so good. you couldn't help yourself. 

as your pace increased you felt him twitch in your mouth and immediately pulled away, in reaction he moaned and groaned. "if you wanna cum, you're gonna cum in me. got it?" you tilted your head, your tone making his cock strain more than it did before because fuck he wanted to fill that pretty pussy up. 

standing up, your thumb swiped his lip, removing the blood and you sucked on it. "if you want to fuck me, say please." 

even under your spell, it seemed his pride was still intact. but it did flash in your mind for a moment if he had broken out of your compelling powers. who knew what he was capable of? 

"just let me fuck you." 

"you're so cute, but say please." you laughed with a 'warm' demeanor. 

fine, if he wants to play the hard way, you'll play the hard way. 

slowly your fingertips grazed your body, pulling your black laced panties under your skirt. you flapped your skirt up, flashing him. a challenging smirk on your face, you bent down to dust off your shoes (that clearly had no dust). giving him a view of your sex, he inhaled the cool air flowing between the two of you. 

his hand reached out to grab your wrist, but you were faster than him and snapped around before he could even comprehend it. his eyes widened in shock. 

"what the fuck?" 

"what is it, baby?" you cooed, feigning what you clearly knew he saw. 

"are you a —" 

"fuck I'm so wet." you moaned, your legs wrapping around his torso. your hot cunt on his throbbing cock. you rocked against him, riding on top of his sex. he felt the heat of you spreading through his body. "you fucking bitch — p—please just let me fuck you." he groaned, pre cum spilling from his tip. 

"since you asked so nicely." you grinned, sliding his cock inside you. you slammed your sex against his, both your hips swaying together. 

hot and sweaty skin clapped in sync, heavy moans leaving the both of you, his skin glistened in the moonlight. 

your lips stamped kisses onto his neck, turning into hickeys. 

those hickeys gradually becoming rougher, into small bites and nips at his skin. he hissed each time, but his thrust got faster. 

but since this was going to be his last time, you guess you could help him out a bit. 

being a vampire had its perk, like speed. 

your hips came down on his quicker, harder, and faster than he thought possible. he for sure would've toppled over if his back hadn't hit a tree roughly. 

you felt his cock twitching slightly inside you, he was close. perfect timing. 

slowing down you pulled away from the safe coven between his neck and shoulder that had been hiding you. 

"im not sorry for this." but so lost in pleasure he couldn't even hear you. 

you shoved your mouth on his neck, your fangs sinking into his delicate skin. 

"what — what are you —" 

retrieving from his neck for a split money you shush him, your eyes having that familiar glint in them making him feel high. "shhh." 

you returned back to your meal. your hips moved at lighting speed with his, his dick thrashing in you as he came for the last time. mumbles, groans, and curses leaving his lips. 

you came right after him, your mouth sucking his throat even faster as you suppressed your moans against him. 

pulling out of him, you let his body slip onto the ground as you bled him dry. 

"y/n! what did i say about feeding off these school boys." a familiar voice scolded you, but a playful banter in his tone as well. 

ripping yourself off of the brunette, your eyes met a copper head. "oh, stefan! im just trying to have fun, come and join me won't you." you laughed standing up, tom's blood leaking from your luscious lips.

the vampire took strides to you, his hand grasped your chin. "let me have a taste, my love." 

both your lips collided, he groaned into your mouth, his lips growing stronger and stronger with each stroke. 

you retrieved from him, veins surrounded his dark eyes. a grin stretched your face. "well look who it is, the ripper." 

"don't you have so much to say, maneater?"

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Chapter Three: Red Death, White Torture

Perhaps, Tom should have felt comforted, as the nurse patted his arm and smiled sympathetically; but all that he could focus on was the fluttering curtain. Now he could see Death, as the sounds of crying and sniffling dulled around him, as the room seemed to darken with the Reaper's presence (if he hadn't been so scared, Tom would have noticed that the sun had only gone behind the clouds).

Comfort wasn't something Tom needed. He'd never been afraid of monsters before; never shirked from dark corners or shadows dancing across the walls or shapes cowering under the bed. He liked spiders. Sometimes, he would let them crawl on him, and if he concentrated hard enough, he could make the spiders play dead or roll over on their backs.

Billy Stubbs had called him a monster once, when they'd argued. The next morning, Tom had gotten up before anyone else, while it was still dark outside, taken the rabbit that Billy was so fond of, a silly, white fluffy thing, up to the attic, and hung it.

He hadn't been intending to. Tom hadn't sat there and planned it. He just had to do it. In fact, he hardly knew what he was doing as he climbed up the rafters, the warm, fuzzy rabbit struggling in his hand, its heartbeat quick and frenzied against his palm. Nor did he know how to make a noose. No one taught him.

All he could think was punish Billy, he was mean to me, how dare he, I'm special. Tug. Loop. Knot. He had gripped the rafter between his knees, hard enough to leave welts, but it was worth it as he felt the rabbit stop struggling in the noose. Billy deserved it.

But as the fury burned out, he was sitting cross-legged and looking up at Billy Stubb's rabbit, its stupid ears drooping as it spun slowly, the grey twine knotted around its neck, as the room filled with morning light.

There was a black curtain in the attic too, fluttering against the window. The dead rabbit had been fascinating, and Tom had wanted to keep it in the box in his wardrobe, where he kept all of his secret toys. But it wouldn't fit, and it would stink. Dead things smelled. So, he left the rabbit, shutting the door and creeping back into bed, unable to sleep as he waited with glee for Billy's reaction.

"Well, it didn't hang itself from the rafters, did it?"

Tom remembered staring unrepentantly back up at Mrs. Cole, his face a mask of feigned confusion, but internally singing, he got what he deserved, stupid Billy, stupid rabbit. And Billy's crying; that had been music to his ears.

"No, ma'am. I don't see how I could have gotten up there, ma'am."

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hiya there may I request a Teenage! Tom Riddle x Slytherin reader? I like to imagine that during his time in Hogwarts he met someone who makes him question is this really what he wants to become (even if just for a second) the reader is not into the pureblood prejudice thing and she begged him not to follow his blind ambition to become a dark wizard and for a moment he’s tempted to say yes and just stay with her? but of course his ambition won so ANGSTY please feel free to break my heart

The Light to His Darkness | Tom Riddle x Reader

Word Count: 2,289 words

Warnings: cursing, some making out, angst, death

October 5th, 1944. The Great Hall. 9:10 am.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you saw Avery and his group approaching you, a smug look on his face, stirring your eggs around your plate a small smile creeping it’s way onto your face. You had made it to the Great Hall early this morning so you could talk to Tom about some homework, but he was off talking to Professor Dumbledore and you would have to wait for him to come back. If he ever did come back. Sometimes when he spoke to Dumbledore he would spend hours speaking to the old man, and he wouldn’t even realize. The feeling of someone sitting next to you broke your train of thought, flashing Avery a smile knowing he wouldn’t take anything else for a greeting. The boy had been chasing after you for 5 years, and he hasn’t faltered since.

“Good morning, Avery. How did your date with Nott go?” You teased, shoveling a forkful of eggs into your mouth smirking at the blushing blonde. The group of Slytherins who had walked with him to the Great Hall were all laughing, including Nott himself.

“Oh, come off it. You know I only have feelings for you, sweetheart.”

“I’m quite aware. I don’t think that changes how dear old Nott feels for you,” Nott reached over the table grasping Avery’s hand in a dramatic flourish pressing a kiss to the back of his hand, before Avery ripped it out of his grasp throwing a grape at his face, “Hey, that was my grape!”

Avery grabbed a handful of grapes out of a nearby bowl, dropping them hastily in your plate managing to get them all over your eggs. You laughed, shoving him over playfully bouncing a grape off of his forehead. The pair of you had failed to notice the sobering up of your surrounding peers, turning to pop a grape into your mouth.

“Avery. You’re in my seat,” The deafening silence that came from the second Tom had opened his mouth was instantaneous, the once smiling boy’s face turning stone hard moving over to make room for Tom who swiftly sat down next to you. “Everything in order?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good... I’m going to need you to meet me in the Room of Requirement, at midnight... Bring your wand,”

The second bit of his sentence he directed to you, his warm breath just barely brushing over your cheeks nodding at his words turning your head to look at him. His features were harder than usual, his bottom lip had turned a red shade from chewing on it, a habit he had gotten into recently one that he only did when he was worried, an emotion he rarely felt.

“How about we go to Hogsmeade this upcoming weekend? Are you guys willing?”

You chirped trying to ease up the mood, running your fingers through your hair scanning the faces of the boys in front of you and to the right of you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Tom’s feature soften, his hand reaching out underneath the table to pat your knee ever so softly.

“Why not?” Your eyes flitted over to Tom, a smile sneaking onto your face. “Wouldn’t want to miss out on a chance to give Avery another chance at his date,” Tom jested taking a sip of his juice.

At first they didn’t know if they should laugh, considering Tom’s voice never usually showed any form of emotion other than anger and the occasional joke here and there, until you broke the silence by choking on your orange juice giggling at his comment. After that, they all joined in on teasing Avery whose face was a bright red. Tom made eye contact with you, sending you a playful wink making you roll your eyes.

October 7th, 1944. Honeydukes. 11:25 am.

You snorted as you caught sight of Avery and Nott fighting over the last Sugar Quill, pressing against the tall brunette who was looking down at you a teasing glint in his eyes. The trip to Hogsmeade was a success, you had wanted to boys to forget about their plans for a day, and just go back to being their playful selves and it worked. Lestrange, Rosier and Mulciber had gotten around to buying out most of Honeydukes. Leaving them to amuse themselves to toss Acid Pops at one another, their laughter infectious.

“Tom?” He hummed in response, pressing his hand on the small of your back. The taller man lead you out of Honeydukes, the cold air slapping against your face, giggling as Nott was holding the Sugar Quill proudly in his mouth as the blonde sulked, “I was wondering if we could hang out tonight, like how we used to.” You flashed a warm smile tugging your jacket around you tightly as the cold air threatened to knock you over.

“Sweetheart,” At the sound of that pet name leaving his mouth you tensed up, knowing he only used it when he needed things from you chewing on your bottom lip, “As much I love spending time with you, we have things to do. We can’t keep pushing back the schedule, once we do we’ll never catch up.”

“Tom, please? I just want one night of us being normal. Just you and me, in your room- talking all night like we used to… and I promise, I won’t ask for anything ever again.” Tom faltered for a moment, his eyes closing as he mulled it over turning around on his heels to face you. His large hands cupped your cheeks, tugging you closer your breath hitching.

“You know I’d do anything for you. Anything-” Your eyes flickered down to stare at his lips, making him tense up “Okay. Just... just tonight. And after that-.” He breathed out, his dark eyes piercing your soul moving to release his grip on you. You placed your hands over his, keeping him in place swallowing down your nerves.

“I know, I promise. I won’t ask you for anything else,” You sighed, pressing a kiss to the inside of his palm feeling his grip tighten on you, “Come on, we don’t want to waste the rest of the day away.”

October 12th, 1944. The Room of Requirement. 12:06 am.

A loud cry left your lips, crumbling to the floor feeling your body spasming at the pain coursing through your body. Your fingernails were digging into your palms, blood oozing from how hard you were squeezing your eyesight going hazy. The veins in your neck were protruding, as you let out blood curdling screams into the soundproof room. Tom was stood off to the side his face free of any emotion, watching his best friend getting tortured by Avery whose eyes were full of tears. The brunette had ordered the blonde to do this task to prove his loyalty to him, knowing Avery had a soft spot for you.

“Stop,” The blonde instantly dropped his wand dropping down to his knees from the amount of energy it took for him to send the cruciatus curse, his hands shaking, “Get up, Avery.” The blonde helped himself off of the floor, wiping any sort of emotion off of his face staring down at your crumpled body tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. Even though he had lowered his wand, you could still feel every sting and every prickle of your body.

“Sir,”

“You’re free to leave.”

After several moments of silence, trying to regain your breath as well as attempting to wrap your mind around what had just happened. The entire time you had been friends with Tom, he had never laid a single hand on you. Every time one of his followers tried to cause you any sort of harm he would end up leaving them bruised beyond recognition. This year he had been extremely distant, but you didn’t think that would change anything between either of you.

Not like this.

“Doll... let me help you,” His cold hands helped your burning figure off of the floor and onto a nearby couch, his hands never leaving yours even as you tried to put as much distance between the two of you whining with every move, “Here, drink this. It will help rid of the pain.”

He took a hold of your face, parting your lips as he poured the crimson potion into your mouth your cracked lips wrapping around the cool glass feeling your body practically melt as the effects of the potion instantly began to take effect. One of the many things you were grateful for; Tom’s expertise in Potions.

“Thank you...” You choked out, leaning your head back onto the soft cushions wanting nothing more than to get out of the forsaken room. Even with your eyes closed you felt the burning stare of Tom, shifting so you could face him opening your eyes staring up at him, “Tom. I can feel you staring,”

“I’m aware,” He smiled softly, reaching out to tuck a loose strand away from your sweaty face his heart breaking the slightest bit as he thought back to your ear piercing screams and your thrashing body. He swallowed back his guilt, leaning in to make himself comfortable. “I didn’t want to hurt you-”

“-bullshit.” You scoffed out, trying to ignore the glint in his dark eyes keeping your face stoic, “You know you have full control over your actions, Tom.”

“No. I don’t. I did this without thinking of you, only thinking of Avery proving to me he would do anything I ordered him to without hesitating.”

“Is that all I am to you, Tom? I thought that I meant more to you, that I was a little more than just a fucking doll-”

You had managed to sit up properly, shoving your finger into his chest to show your anger.

“For fucks sake-” The Slytherin boy rolled his eyes at your words, his hands cupping your cheeks pressing his lips against yours catching you entirely off guard.

You knew you should have shoved him off and smacked him across the face but you couldn’t ignore the way he made you feel. His lips moving perfectly in sync with yours. Everything in you felt right, like the stars had aligned. Feeling your heart swell as you allowed his scent to infiltrate your body.

His toned arms moving to hold onto your hips, pulling you closer as your arms wrapped around his neck deepening the kiss.

You feel nothing but pure ecstasy.

A slight flutter in your chest as you felt his cold hands tighten their grip on you.

Tom had never felt anything like this with any of the girls he had slept with. For the first time in his life, he felt something. He didn’t know what it was, but whatever it was, he didn’t ever want it to end. Being wrapped up in your touch, and your warmth he forgot about everything but you. Tom had never in his life felt his mind this quiet before.

He didn’t think about his followers.

The horcruxes.

About how he had deliberately had sent one of his own to cause you harm.

He just felt you.

And that was enough... at least for a moment.

“Tom... you don’t have to do this. We can leave Hogwarts, and then- and then find a place for us to be. Away from the Orphanage. Away from everyone,” His breath came out in shallow breaths, wanting nothing more than to agree with your words. Your doe eyes were looking into whatever he had left of his soul, fighting the urge shaking his head, ripping himself away from you his wand in hand as he shakily let out a breath. “Tom?”

“I may not know what love is, doll, but whatever it is, I imagine it to feel like what touching you and kissing you feels like.” Your heart clenched, knowing there was a but coming, “But I can’t give this up. I have come so far. I’m so close. So close.” Your eyes clamped shut, gripping your wand as you let your head hang at his words. The sensation of tears making their way to your eyes once again washed over you, blinking away tears shaking your head.

“I understand...”

“I can’t have anymore distractions.” He whispered to himself, turning his back to you forcing you to get onto your feet shakily eyeing the brunette. Tom weighed the decisions over in his head, knowing one of them wouldn’t end as well as the other but he knew it would be the most effective.

“Tom-”

“Can you- can you do me one last favor?”

“Anything.”

A beat.

“Close your eyes and stand right there,” You willing shut your eyes, listening to the sound of Tom getting closer to you his warm lips pressing against yours lingering on you momentarily before shuffling backwards. A small smile was on your face, wanting nothing more than to bask in this moment forever.

Tom eyed your swaying form as you shifted your weight. His eyes scanned you head to toe, the way your hair was styled perfectly framing your face. Your breathtaking face, how you held yourself with your hands fiddling in front of you trying to memorize every single inch of your body down to the last freckle on your skin. “You know I care about you, doll. I always will. No matter what...”

“I know, T. But what does that have to do with-”

“I’m sorry, doll.”

“Sorry for what…- ”

“Tom?”

“Avada Kedavra” All you remembered was opening your eyes the second Tom had uttered the curse, your eyes locking together one last time before your once vibrant eyes grew dull your body crumbling onto the ground. The ghost of your smile was evident on your face, the corners of your lips turned up slightly as you laid there on the ground. Tom felt like every last strand of humanity grounding him was gone, as he kneeled down to caress your cheek leaning down to carefully unclasp the necklace from around your neck tucking it into his pocket. He closed your eyes with two of his fingers, standing up to his full height before making his way out of the Room of Requirement without a second glance back. His fingers fiddled with the necklace in his hand, the one that had been around your neck several seconds ago. Three down, four more to go, Tom thought to himself tightening his grip around the newfound horcrux briskly making his way to the Slytherin Common Room where his followers would be waiting.

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‘Aren’t we just terrified?’- Tom Marvolo Riddle Headcannons!!

• In full trust, he thinks that love is non existent and isn’t a true feeling. Just something that muggles had made up and has somehow fallen into the hands of the wizarding world.

• If he was a song, one of the songs that he’d be is Rosyln by Bon Iver & St. Vincent. But instead at being at its normal pace, it would definitely be the slower version of the song. Add rain, and you’ve got yourself Tom Riddle.

• Not even joking, it took years and I mean YEARS to make Tom fall for you in the slightest way. Now don’t be fooled though, just because you guys are together doesn’t mean you get treated any differently. Sorry.

• He has actual diaries that he will write in and will keep them locked up for years. He has them locked up and hidden so well, you’d have to demolish Hogwarts just to find them, or solve an extremely hard task to find them.

• Surprisingly he smells like the way the air smells after it rains, morning dew, coffee, old books and a cologne of a clean scent.

• Again with the rain stuff, he is the rain. He smells like it, his emotions match up perfectly and everything. He likes the rain as well. He likes to listen to it while studying, reading or writing.

Professor!Tom Riddle would 100% fuck you on his desk for multiple reasons. You did well on a test of his? A reward for trying so hard! You’re doing poorly in his class, he’s making you count how many times he had edged you within the past hour. Had to deal with a disrespectful student or parent? He’ll bend you over his desk as he digs your hips into the wood.