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𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭, tom riddle

summary: in which, y/n decides to deliberately disobey her boyfriend to fulfill some unspoken fantasies.

pairing: fem!reader x tom riddle. use of she/her pronouns.

contains: possession, degrading, teasing, orgasm denial, edging, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), dom/sub themes, spit, innocence kink if you squint, rough sex, unprotected sex, over stimulation

notes: all acts are consensual. characters are of age.

word count: 3,461

requests are open!

She had already started the night off right, exactly how she planned. Y/N stood in below Tom in a tight black dress that was completely flattering to her figure. The silk material enveloped her form, cut a little bit to low at the chest and rid a little too high on her thighs for Tom’s liking. 

His stare almost melted the fabric off of her body. Hot and heavy, he stood over her, her back to the door and chests almost pressed together. He left some intentional space between the two of them. He was quite literally blocking her from leaving. His hand held the door handle strongly, making the veins in his hands completely visible to her as a way of coaxing his girlfriend into not going to the party tonight.

Tom wasn’t one for parties, but occasionally he’d accompany his girlfriend with a strong hand around her waist and an intimidating scowl on his face so any of those dimwitted boys that would drool over her wouldn’t stand a chance to even talk to her. That’s if she asked nicely enough, and usually in exchange for some favors.

His eyes swept down her frame, disapproving of the outfit. “Absolutely not. Go change.” He stated firmly. His words were sharp and definite. She knew no matter how much she argued, she wouldn’t get her way. Not tonight.

“Why? Don’t you like it?” Y/N ran her hands down the dress, fingers tapping nervously at her side.

He almost scoffed at her response, he hates when she plays dumb. “You know that isn’t the reason, doll. You look like a slut. It’s basically lingerie.”

“Is that all so bad?” She asked, subconsciously tipping herself closer to him. She wasn’t offended by his words. More so, turned on.

He ignored the way her innocent eyes looking up at him made him twitch in his pants. “For me, and my eyes only, no.” He said, emphasis on his use of the word ‘my’. “But, I will not have you looking like that at a party full of drunk, horny, guys. Not fucking happening.”

She sighed, tucking hair behind her ear. “Tom,” her hand trailed down from his collar bone to his hand. 

“Don’t start. Go change, or you aren’t going. End of story.” He shook her hand off of his arm and walked away, leaving her standing alone, back still pressed to the door, pout placed pretty on her lips.

Everything was going according to plan. She took a deep breath- almost bracing herself for what she was about to do. She had never deliberately disobeyed him before. Before any last minute second thoughts could stop her, she opened the door and left.

Close to an hour had past and reality set in. It filled her with excitement, and even a little bit of fear, because she didn’t know what he was going to do to her. He didn’t follow her out of the dorm room like she anticipated. So now, she waited in a room full of intoxicated adolescents in an arousing, uncertain anxious feeling that settled in the pit of her stomach.

Instead of dwelling on what was going to happen, she decided to enjoy any sort of time she had left. Maybe, nothing would happen. And sneaking out in the black dress, disobeying him, would get her nowhere. But there was always a possibility.

Hands that weren’t Tom’s made their way to Y/N’s hips on the dance floor. It wasn’t uncomfortable or unwanted, it was exciting and new.

So she danced with him- a Ravenclaw boy with dark hair and a sharp jaw. Even though there was a drink or two in her system and in the long run this dance wouldn’t matter, it still mattered that it was a Ravenclaw instead of Tom. She wished the strong hands gripping at her sides were his.

There wasn’t a day that past by when Tom didn’t orchestrate what she wore to these parties. Not just clothes, but makeup too. Claiming that dark lipstick and false eyelashes made her look like a prostitute. Heels and push-up bras made her look like a whore, and long skin tight dresses like this one made her look slutty.

It wasn’t because those things were true, it was because he wanted to have her, all of her, to himself. He wanted her to dress up pretty like this for him, and only him. The thought of any guy even looking at Y/N in any of those things- dark lipstick, false eyelashes, heels, push-up bras and skin tight dresses made his blood start to boil.

The possession wasn’t something she hated. It’s something she welcomed instead. Yes, his behavior was slightly toxic. They were both aware. But, that didn’t matter to either of them because-

“What the fuck is this?!”

Sharp words pierced the air behind her. For a split second, she didn’t want to even turn around and see. He grabbed her wrist and almost tore y/n off of the second party’s body. Even though anger encompassed every cell of his body, he pulled her in close to his side.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Touching MY girlfriend?” His grip on her arm grew tighter, to the point where it almost hurt.

“Uh, I- look man, um, I don’t want any trouble,” He scrambled for words. Anybody in the room could clearly see the fear in his eyes.

“Let’s just go,” Y/N said shyly, tugging the sleeve of his shirt to the direction of the door. The blaring music drowned out her fruitless attempt at swaying his decision.

He looked down at her, a look he knew all too well. A look that said, 'Don’t do anything, please?’

He shoved her off of him slightly, and took a step forward. “You’re lucky. You’re fucking lucky your jaw isn’t broken. If I ever even see you looking in her direction ever again, I swear to god.”

After one last menacing look to assert his dominance, he grabbed Y/N and dragged her out of the common room.

“Tom, I-” She started, trying to keep up with the fast pace he had storming down the hallways back to his dorm.

“Shut up.” He said, and continued looking forward.

“We were just dancing,” She said, ignoring what he just told her to do. A slight tone of annoyance in her voice.

“What did I just say? Just dancing, huh? You might as well have just gotten on your damn knees and shoved his dick down your throat, Y/N.” He scowled at his own words. The thought of that was absolutely sickening.

He had already told her to shut up once, so saying something in protest would not be the best option. Continuing on until they were in front of his room, he fumbled with the lock until the door swung open and he pushed her inside and onto the bed.

He stood before her, his dominant presence making her knees grow weak even though she was already sitting down. The way that his button up shirt sat across his broad chest made her think sinful thoughts.

All she could think about was him using her. For his pleasure only. The thought of him relentlessly fucking her even if she already came- because all that mattered was that he wasn’t done yet, was a reoccurring thought. Teased and tortured into submission, she would be his.

He placed his hands on the bridge of his nose and sighed audibly, thinking about what to do with her, how to put her in her place.

“I can’t fucking believe you. Honestly.”

She looked up at him, innocently of course, a slight apologetic look playing on her features. Her fingers moving nervously in her lap.

Even though pure anger flowed through him right now, he couldn’t ignore the way the dress rid up her thighs and looked constrained against her skin. Especially her chest.

“And now you have nothing to say? For fuck’s sake, y/n.” He looked down at her and was.. displeased to say the least when he saw her eyes fixated to her hands.

He took a step forward and forcibly moved her face to look right at him. His hand rested on her cheek, his touch firm yet soft. The security of built trust and knowing he would never hurt her calmed her nerves slightly.

“Answer me when I speak to you.” He said, his tone laced with lust.

His thumb traced her face down to her bottom lip, parting them slightly.

“I’m sorry.” Was all she could muster. He was well in between her legs now, spread open in front of him with no friction. The mix of being so close and his strong hold on her face made her apology sound more like a whine.

“Are you really? Or are you just saying that so I’ll forget about your behavior and fuck you anyways?” He held direct eye contact with her as he spoke.

Y/N was left speechless at her helpless position on the edge of the bed. He smirked to himself, and knelled- dipping between her legs.

He moved his hand up the skin of her inner thigh, making her shiver. Skin heating up at the places he touched. His touch was feather-light, nowhere near enough. He slipped his hand under the dress and pulled upwards, so it sat on her hips exposing her soaked underwear.

He slid his hand up further on her inner thigh. Admiring the existing hickies he’d left on her skin previously. Her mouth open slightly, trying to control her erratic breathing.

“Didn’t even respond to me and I’m already giving you what you want,” His pointer and middle finger ghosted over her clothed clit.

“Please,” she breathed. Pleading for some sort of touch.

“Yeah?” He pressed his fingers down ever so slightly, just enough to draw out an aching whimper. “Fuck, you’re dripping. Already. I haven’t even touched you and your panties are a mess.”

The way the vulgar words rolled off his tongue so easily but were encased with heat and desire caused a light moan to fall from her lips. With that, he pressed his fingers firmly into her through her underwear.

The simple action caused her hips to lift into his touch, rubbing herself on his fingers. “So fucking needy,” he tutted. “Go ahead, get yourself off on my hand. You fucking slut.”

The way he spit out his words caused her to move faster, chasing the feeling. The way Tom rubbed against her clit, hitting exactly where she needed it to, mixed with the bucking of her own hips made obscene noises leave her pretty lips. 

He slid her underwear aside and admired how her arousal dripped down her cunt. “Fuck,” he whispered to himself. He was almost mesmerized by her pussy, even if he’d seen it a million times. He cursed himself again, because he remembered he was supposed to be punishing her.

Tossing the thought aside, his hand snaked around her waist and pulled her closer to his face. He inched closer, and trailed his finger from her clit to her entrance. He slid it in the smallest bit, teasing the hole. Looking up at her, her head was tilted back almost, but not enough that he couldn’t see her face. She gripped the sheets in her fists. So much so that her knuckles went white.

“Please, please, please.” Knowing Tom, he’d tell her to use her words. “Please, Tom, I need more- fuck,” y/n pleaded, looking down at him.

He shushed her gently and licked her clit. Y/n let out a choked sob followed by more desperate pleas. He continued to work at her clit as his finger slid deeper, drawing out longer moans and cries of his name on her tongue.

He let his finger slide further, picking up a steady pace that was agonizingly slow. His was tongue now relentlessly flicking her clit. He felt her thighs move together, immediately pushing them apart to get at her deeper. 

Even though she was impossibly wet already, Tom pulled his head back and harshly spit on her cunt. His mouth went back working impossibly fast on her clit. The taste of her on his tongue alone made him roll his hips, erection blaring between his legs.

His light groans against her, his strong hand pressed on her inner thigh, the noises that equaled absolute filth, it was all too much.

He felt her walls begin to tighten around his finger. He pressed up, hitting her g spot exactly. She inhaled sharply, chasing her high that she needed so desperately.

And then, it all stopped.

Tom stood up, locking eyes with her as he stuck his finger into her mouth, locking in her whimpers. She took his wrist in her hand and sucked on his finger, hips rutting into the air. After she finished her task, the begging resumed. “Please, no, keep going-,”

“Come on, angel. You know you don’t deserve that.” He spoke, starting to undo buttons on his shirt.

She bit her lip in anxiety. The same aroused uncertain feeling pooling in her stomach from earlier mixed with the need from a denied orgasm built up enough courage to say what she wanted to say.

“Use me.”

“What?” His cock dripped even more pre-cum at the sound of that, causing a very visible wet spot on his pants.

“Use me, Tom. I’m yours. Do whatever you want to me. I’m asking you.” She begged, pulling him closer by the belt. Her hands rubbed at the sides of his thighs as she stared sweetly up at him.

“Fuck princess, is that what you want?” He asked, even though he could tell from the sound of her voice she was more than sure.

“Yes. Please.” She pleaded, still looking up at him.

“Okay. You know what to say if you want to stop. Take off your clothes.”

Happily she obliged. Her cheeks growing hot at his intent stare as she lifted her dress over her shoulders and slid off her dampened panties onto the floor. He palmed himself through his pants at the sight of her placed so elegantly on the edge of his bed, cunt dripping onto the sheets, making himself groan. 

As much as he loved how the black lace of her bra against her skin, he wanted her completely naked. His hand snaked around her back and unhooked her bra, leaving her completely bare in front of him. She swallowed and let out a shallow breath that she didn’t know she was holding.

“Stand up,” he commanded, holding her wrist as she did so. His hands trailed down her skin and stopped at her thighs, spinning her body around. He took her arms behind her back, holding them in place with one strong arm as he pulled her even closer with the other, erection twitching against her bare ass. 

She sighed in pleasure as her clit ached for more friction. He breathed her in, hot caramelized sugar filling his senses as he tucked hair behind her ear to grant access to the smooth skin on her neck. He kissed down the span of it softly, nipping just above her collarbone. He pressed a hickey into her neck, tongue fluttering over the area to soothe the sting. 

And with that, the soft moment of kissing halted. He let her arms free of his grasp, and pushed her face down onto his mattress. His hands skimmed the bare skin of her ass, savoring the touch on her skin. His palms ignited fire within her stomach, positioning her up so her pussy pressed against his clothed cock.

Right before she could even vocalize the pleasure of feeling him against her, he backed up and started to unbuckle his belt and pull it through the loops. He pulled down his zipper with his palm, discarding the unneeded articles of clothing onto the floor. 

He held the base of his cock and pressed it to her clit, and down to her entrance drawing out a long moan. 

“Please, Tom. Need you so bad, please,” she whined against the sheets. 

And with that, he pressed himself fully into her, groaning at how easily he slipped in and how he felt around her. Already the pleasure was unbearable for him. Going from not being touched at all to completely inside of her was an escalation of intensity that he loved. He let out a low moan and started moving his hips.

Giving her no time to adjust to his length (not that she needed to), he began pounding into her. His hands found themselves at her hips. His grasp strong enough that it stung so deliciously and would defiantly leave marks in the shape of his hands, and he loved that. He loved that parts of her body only he could see were decorated with sinful marks. 

His pace was merciless and unforgiving, hitting her exactly where she needed him with each snap of his hips. The sounds that left her lips were pornographic and muffled, making Tom twitch inside of her. 

He pulled out briefly, and they both wined lowly in sync at the loss of him inside of her. He pulled her up, her back flush against his front. Their bodies scalding hot pressed against one another. He slipped back in and resumed his brutal pace, but this time, being so close to one another caused him to hit deeper than before. 

His hand wandered around her to her cunt, thumbing her clit. The other arm holding her in place, never breaking his rhythm. She screamed out in pleasure. 

“Yeah? I want you to remember about this moment the next time you even think about dancing with another guy,” He spoke breathlessly against her skin. His tone rough, folded in with jealousy and pleasure. “You think anyone else can make you feel this good? Fuck you like I can?” 

“Mmm, fuck,” she moaned. 

“Answer me.” 

“No, only you, shit-” she gasped. Back arched against him. His pace was unforgettably rough, his fingers still circling her clit as he moved in and out of her. She was on the edge, any moment the rubber band could snap inside of her. He trailed open mouth kisses on her shoulders, speeding up his pace on her clit. He could feel her gripping around him, both of them knowing that she was close.

“Oh my god, oh my god, I’m gonna cum, I-” she screamed out. The grip on her hips got tighter, fucking her through her orgasm. He felt her cum drip down between where the both of them met, the noises growing wetter and more obscene. 

“Tom, jesus,” she moaned. She wasn’t used to this, even though she’d already came, his pace didn’t slow down. 

“I’m not done yet.” 

Just those words alone ignited the fire in her stomach again. Her legs shaking against him from her previous orgasm, moaning out in the delicious sting of over stimulation. He pressed her down to the bed again, placing his strong hand on the base of her ass.

“I know you’ve got another one in you, can you cum again for me?” He asked, not once breaking his pace. His thick words drew her closer again, along with the new feeling of her already fucked out cunt continuing to be tortured. 

“Mhm,” she whined out breathlessly. Her second orgasm building fast in the pit of her stomach. 

His hips faltered, the first time she felt him break his pace. She felt him twitch inside of her, knowing he was close. His hold on her hips tightened along with the feeling in her cunt and stomach. He let out a low groan, and the next thing she knew she felt him spilling out inside of her. With that, the band snapped again and they came together, Tom fucking through both of their orgasms.

With one last thrust, he pulled out of her and she dissolved into the overwhelming pleasure she just experienced. He took a step back and watched both of their releases pour our of her. 

“My god,” He whispered. He helped her up and pulled her closer, the sweat that adorned both of their bodies glistening under the light above them.

“Are you okay? Was that too much?” He asked, kissing her forehead.

“No,” she responded almost immediately. “It was so good.”

“Okay.” He said. “Don’t ever pull something like that again, though,” smiling a little bit, still kissing her. 

She laughed lightly and nodded, basking in the feeling knowing that he wasn’t mad at her. “I’m going to go shower, want to join?” 

“Obviously,” he replied, and with that, the fucked out couple went to wash off their ungodly activities. 

a/n: hi! i hope you enjoyed! it’s my first full length smut one-shot, so please let me know what you think :3 <3s and reblogs appreciated. 

can someone recommend any Tom riddle x wife!reader fiction? One shot is also fine

Exposing Riddle

summary: reader is in a silly goofy mood and annoys tom out of bored.

y’all idk what this is, its kind of all over but that’s just how i write, enjoy xx <3

you shut your book close, deciding to to a break from the novel. another love triangle, great. it’s all fun and games until she chooses the wrong person. you were a sucker for romantic stories, but it was cliche times like these where you could see where tom was coming from when he’d roast you and your literature selections.

“more garbage i assume.” he startles you, nearly causing the stack to slip from your hands. a knee goes up to instinctively catch them. but tom is quicker, smoothly removing the books from your hands and continues to walk alongside you.

“oh shut it riddle, not everyone gravitates toward expository text covering musty artifacts.” you retort, trying to hide your blushed cheeks. tom gave a small amused smile at your failure, ironically also trying to hide his reaction.

“yo tom” nose buried in the book resting on his slightly bent knees, he hums.

“tom. tommy. tomothy.” you called out hoping for a more interesting response, only to receive the same thing.

curious, you roll onto your back and sit up on the common room sofa, eyeing him.

crisp, ironed straight uniform, polished shoes, and not a curl out of place. of course. even sitting on the carpeted floor, back against the opposing sofa, he looked so elegant and perfect.

a ball of paper hits his forehead and lands onto the page he was reading. with the most blank expression on his face he looks up at you.

“yes?”

“i’m bored” he sighs patiently and returns to his book.

many wondered how the pair of you became friends. he seemed to not like spending much time with other people besides his slytherin boys, but their relationships felt very business like. on rare occasions you wondered the same thing. perhaps it was second year when you jinxed abraxas when he made a remark on toms uniform that was a bit too large on him. you didn’t know tom, and he didn’t know you, but you and malfoy knew each other. your guys’ beef traced back to toddler years when your mother made you play with him while her and narcissa socialized in the tea room.

“that is quite the problem you have on your hands, (y/l/n).” he turns the page in his book. you groan dramatically and an amused smile hides behind the Sacred 28 History book propped up in his lap.

wait a minute.

your eyes furrow.

He was reading that book last thursday, meaning he should have already finished it two days ago.

“didn’t you read that book already?” you almost missed the way his body froze intensely.

“no.” lies.

you can tell by the way he paused.

you slowly rise to your feet and walk over to him. but tom already knows he’s caught and he accepts his fate. sitting on the couch behind him you read a few lines over his shoulder. unlike tom, you were too distracted to realize how close you guys were at that moment.

“she put on her scuffed Converse…the sound of his loud motorcycle engine…- hey this isn’t Sacred 28!” you jump up nearly knocking your knee to the side of your head. you pull the book from his hands and tap your wand on the cover, revealing it’s true title. you turn your head and look at him with your mouth agape.

in shock you don’t know if you want to laugh or be mad.

“tom, i thought you didn’t like my books” you question, crossing your arms over your chest. he looks up at you like a stubborn teenager getting lectured. a funny sight to see.

“i didnt” he says evenly. you wanted to go on about the subject, but you felt that he was already embarrassed.

“anyway, it’s dinner time let’s go” you change the subject offering a hand to help pull him up, though he didn’t need it.

the walk was silent between you two despite the many voices bouncing off the corridor walls. you break the silence.

“okay but team malek or team maverick?”

tom looks at you curiously. nervousness rose in you. too soon?

merlin knows the typical teenage boy ego, and then some, because it was tom.

“maverick of course.”

Exposing Riddle Part Dos

summary: after finding out tom has been secretly reading the same books he’d dog on the reader for enjoying, another discovery is made, putting him on blast once again.

i just wanna say i hope none of my favorite tom riddle writers see my content. it’s so out of his character and sooo not canon but so amusing for me to write. these are all unedited btw apologize in advance for errors. so much chaos also scroll all the way down for a surprise xx

“do you wanna know what i hate?” you say out of nowhere.

tom looks up from his divination homework catching a glance at your parchment. noticing you were nearly done with your astronomy chart conclusions, he decides to reward your productivity by not lecturing you to focus on your work.

“do i have a choice?” he deadpans, dipping his quill in ink to continue writing.

“no you don’t,” you say honestly, “but i hate it when the main character always needs to be saved-“

“mhm” he responds numbly.

“by a man” you finish.

the brown haired boy stopped writing mid sentence, making you smirk before he can see it.

you and tom riddle had a lot of things in common; academic validation, ambition, and little interest in teenage woes your classmates thought meant the end of the world.

but he was old fashion, and you were open to deeper thinking and new ideas. you enjoyed challenging him, mostly because you liked seeing him try to hide his flustered face when he found himself cornered.

“what do you mean? how else is she to be rescued from a danger in a climactic scene?”

“i don’t know. rescue herself, show her love interest that she can take care of herself and she doesn’t love him just because he’s always there to save her.” you shrug.

“that’s absurd. that’s why there’s no stories with that sort of plot line.” he scoffs. taken aback by his lack of effort to see your side you bite back.

“but the misunderstood villain plot line is just soooo much better…” you tease, your eyes widen in realization and your smug look drops, “…which isn’t a bad plot line, no not at all” you ramble on.

tom clears his throat and sits back in the wooden seat, arms crossed over his chest with an amused look.

“alright, tell me what you know.”

“nothing.” you deny, looking anywhere but at him. tom gives you a look.

“okay i read your diary-“

“you what-“

“it was on accident!” you defend innocently.

“(y/n) how can you mistakenly read a book with my name printed on the cover?”

“it was folded in one of the novels you borrowed from me you must have been writing and reading and forgot to- oh merlin…” you trail off getting lost in your thoughts, weaving through clues and connecting the dots.

“what?” tom snaps.

lightbulb

“ you were writing a fan fiction”

“a what”

“you inserted yourself into one of the stories. that’s why the names sounded so familiar.” heat rises to his cheeks, but you were too shooketh to enjoy his flustered state.

“that’s ridiculous,” he shakes his head in denial.

he pushes his chair back and smoothly collects his things.

“excuse me, i have the chart my astronomy observations”

it was literally 7:00 pm there were no stars to chart at this hour.

“okay voldemort”

vid creds to owner

Tuesday 7:44 pm

you: hey it’s me from the book shop lol

tom: Good evening.

Tuesday 7:50 pm

you: hey remember the guy we saw at the bookstore and i asked for his number

lestrange: yeah what about

malfoy: si

you: 1 Image Attached

lestrange: typing…

malfoy: ‘good evening’ okay dracula lmaooo

you: BYE

lestrange: ask for nudes

voldemort’s villain redemption arc (t.m.r.)

“now say sorry”

“absolutely not.” tom refused, crossing his arms and turning away like a child.

you looked at harry and he shook his head at you like he was saying it was not going to happen.

“tom.” you repeat, giving him one more chance. he turned his head slightly to look at you. then at harry. then at you again.

“alright,” he sighs, putting down his arms in resignation. “i’m sorry for trying to kill you.”

“what am i to be sorry for?” harry said defensively when you looked at him expectedly.

“true true…” you nod, “now hug it out.”

“what?” they say in unison. the one time they have ever been on the same side.

“you heard me”

taking in a breath, swallowing his pride riddle walks up to the boy. he could never say no to you. walking up to an uncomfy looking potter, awkwardly giving him a stiff hug. he gives a robotic pat on the back.

tom riddle is in the hospital wing (t.m.r.)

“no not there,” you hint. avery moves his hand and hovers his quill over another free space on his paper.

“no” moves again.

“nope…no…not there either- you didn’t study your constellations did you?” you confront. the slytherin boy redraws from his mapping and shakes his head shamefully.

“it’s okay, take a look at mine.” you say patiently, digging in your bag. before you can place your parchment on the table, the sound of panting comes into ear shot.

and it gets louder. and louder, and louder. until a flustered malfoy comes to a running halt at the head of your table.

“t…” he exhales, leaning down on his knees. “t-to…” he puts up his pointer finger as he catches his breath.

you and avery look at each other curiously.

“speak, will you?” lestrange pushes impatiently, wanting to get back to his divination assignment.

“tom riddle is in the hospital wing.” he finally says.

“okay and?”

“what? is he okay?”

the two other boys give you a quirked eyebrow. they questioned your reaction, since you “held no concern for the arrogant, stupidly charming prodigy”.

“potions accident,” abraxas addressed your question, ignoring his other housemates’ response, “first year blew up her makeup assignment while he was doing a side project after school.”

at this the other three all gave an equally concerned expression.

that could not be good. for anyone.

“well,” the blonde clapped his hands together. his tone holding a positive tone, a contrast to the news he had just delivered. “you should visit him (y/l/n).”

you rolled your eyes at his mischievousness. you had 99 problems, and apparently asking abraxas malfoy to keep a secret is indeed one of them.

“it’s fairy flu season. the matron won’t let unnecessary visitors in unless you’re escorting someone in.” avery said honestly, earning a not so subtle stomp on the foot by lestrange.

“oh well there you go, looks like i can’t go.” you smile innocently, mentally thanking avery for his obliviousness.

“no, no, i have an idea.” lestrange put down his quill, you and malfoy looking at each other at your friends sudden undivided attention.

“what is it-“ before avery could finish, a fist goes flying and his head whips to the side. a gasp escaped your lips and malfoy’s jaw dropped to the floor.

“there’s your ticket in,” lestrange says shaking his hand. avery sits up revealing a bloody nose that was sure to be broken or at least fractured. “quidditch accident.”

Friday 8:46 pm

you: so tom isn't short for anything

tom: I do not believe so.

you: what's your full name then

Friday 8:48 pm

lestrange: how's it going with tommy boy?

you: good, we’re talking rn actually

malfoy: ss? 👀

Friday 8:48 pm

tom: Tom Marvolo Riddle.

you: 1 Image Attached

Friday 8:50 pm

malfoy: hellooo?

lestrange: you think they're sending booty pics or something

you: what no, I literally just sent the screenshot maybe its loading

malfoy: bestie I hate to tell you this

Friday 8:52 pm

tom: I do not understand.

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Started: 08/09/2021

Last updated: 01/31/2022

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where you expose riddle and his not so tom riddle like hobbies

exposing YOU part two-(hp characters with phones)

where tom has been exposing you long before you have been uncovering his extracurriculars

no texting in the library (+slytherin gang)

where the boys help you initiate conversation with the fine transfer student (hp characters with phones)

now say sorry (+harry potter)

where tom can't say no to you

tom riddle is in the hospital wing (+slytherin gang)

where the boys make an excuse for you to see your crush

back to the future 

where you show tom his future if he keeps acting a fool

but those two hate each other (+slytherin gang)

where (y/n)’s besties investigate who she’s been ditching them for (hp characters with phones)

nice try, now move aside malfoy (+slytherin gang)

where you ask the boys to keep tom from seeing you after an anxious moment

abraxas tell you that? (+abraxas malfoy) part dos (+slytherin gang)

where jelly tom still holds affections for you and maybe you do too

kobe!

where rosier is being a chad and tom is not having it

joe mumma

where tom is like ugh fine i’ll help reader out ig 🙄 (+slytherin gang)

got beef?

where calm cool collected husband tom and a son that takes after his mama. lots of face punching in this one.

what a waste of a monologue...

where reader decides to be bold but is surprised with tom being even bolder (+chad rosier)

the hangover

where tom says “story time: kidnapped with my enemy?”

happy christmas tom

where tom is being a lil grinch

diary of a witchy kid

where you end up with tom marvel riddles diary (+slytherin gang)

instant family

where dad tom dad tom dad tom

super spyyyy (short spy/assassin au)

where tom misuses a modern saying

texts (+slytherin gang)

good evening

where you text the cute guy from the book shop

screenshot?

where you send a screenshot to the wrong person

finsta/twitter

comment section (+slytherin gang)

where tom decides to reply to everyone who commented on your ig post

rip that dobby ayyy

where tom is a boomer when it comes to text abbreviations

draco malfoy

blurbs/fics/imagines

smell my shirt

where you make malfoy smell you

my friend hugh

where draco swearsss he can work at a minimum wage job (hp characters with cell phones)

texts (+slytherin boys)

ellen degeneres

where malfoy texts the wrong chat

finsta

comment section

where dracos followers comment on his thirst trap

other

group chats

but first, coffee (+slytherin boys)

where theo shares his morning with the rest of the groupchat

back to the future (t.m.r.)

tom stumbled as you harshly pulled him by his robes, basically dragging him down the corridor. 

“(y/n), this is completely inappropriate. I have rounds to complete.” he says impatiently, irritated that you pulled him away from his prefect duties. quite literally.

but you were unbothered.

“that should be the least of your concerns riddle. I have something to show you.” the slytherin was taken aback by the sternness in your voice, but that didn't stop him from smirking. “well you should've just said that you wanted-”

“shh! now hold still.” you instruct him. giving your surroundings one more scan, you pull off your house tie. he gives you an odd look.

“trust me,” you say in a much gentler tone. tom is reluctant at first, but eventually stops moving around after seeing the look in your eyes.

“I saw something in the future,” you explain, covering his eyes and tying the fabric behind his head. “and I need to show you, but I don't want you seeing the other things.”

“am I in a febreeze commercial?”

you put the silver chain of the time turner around your neck, and tom gives the smallest flinch when he feels the cold metal of the pair go around his own. you twist the turner and watch the world whirl around you, grabbing the stalky boy’s wrist as he stumbles. you watch the successful parts of riddle’s plan of domination unfold around you. the parts you didn't want him to see. 

“what is going on?” he asked loudly over the drafts of wind. before you could respond you recognized the preliminary scenes to Voldemort’s downfall. the battle of Hogwarts. a gust of window pushed your body into tom’s, and he wrapped his arms around you instinctively. holding onto you, the force threw him onto his back.

“are you alright?” he asked, pulling the blindfold off.

“yes,” you responded. the familiar sounds of bricks falling, explosions, and curses being cast by students, parents, faculty, and death eaters alike shred through your ears.

“lets go.” you scramble to your feet and pull the boy up hastily. this was only part of what you wanted to show him.

***

nagini slithered her way beside her master-pale, bald, and noseless. he was a walking version of the snake.

“is that-” 

“shh..” you pulled tom lower, behind the pile of grey stones, but he continued to try to get a better look. curiosity killed the cat, but it would not kill the tom or the (y/n), you decided. 

"this is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you,” you tell yourself.

“what?” he whispers not tearing his eyes from his future self. you jab riddle in the throat with two fingers, making him choke, allowing you to pull him down with the blindfold around his eyes and place the necklace on him.

tom collapsed on the cold stone floor of 1940′s Hogwarts, gasping for air. you dusted your robes off and took the tie off him, filled with remorse.

“I'm sorry tom, I just wanted-”

“I end up bald?” he looks at you in disbelief. you look at him strangely.

“yes, but you must understand that harry was also an orphan-”

“with no nose...” 

“and all the people that die-” you continue.

“and I lack the decency to wear shoes...” he continues to ramble on. you sigh in resignation. he has the spirit, just the wrong idea...

“yes and people also call you moldy voldy”

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nice try, now move aside malfoy (t.m.r.)

warning: mentions of anxiety

walburga placed the glass of water she got for you on your bed side table. the gentle clink making you open your eyes.

“thank you,” you say quietly, giving her a thankful smile. your roommate gave a nod. a small response, but it was how the Black heiress showed her reserved affections.

wrapping the blanket around you, you turned onto your other side, back facing the door. the coolness of the previously unoccupied side of the bed satisfying your warm body.

meanwhile on the other side of the wall, your other friends worried about you.

“bad day,” lestrange tossed the paper ball up, “it happens,” he shrugged, catching it mid air. avery sat against the opposite wall fiddling with his fingers, wanting to believe his friends calm reassurance. malfoy on the other hand was pacing up and corridor outside your room, guilt bubbling in his chest.

“i don’t know mate, maybe it was my fault. it was me that pushed her to try out for the team, even though she didn’t want to.” he said with furrowed brows. the scene of her running off the field mid game replaying in his mind.

“nah, wasn’t your fault. (y/n) is extraordinary on the broom, she makes an exceptional quidditch player,” nott cut in, dropping the pencil he was using as a mustache from his upper lip. “it was rosier that yelled at her even though she was doing exactly what he said.”

“rosier did what?” all four heads whipped to the new guest to their worry party. rip rosier ayyy.

“riddle,” lestrange greeted, catching the paper ball and tossing it beside him. tom gave a curt nod.

“lestrange,” he acknowledged in return, “nott, malfoy, avery.” avery looked at his peers nervously.

“what brings you here at this fine hour?” nott asks.

“i should be asking you the same thing nott,” the salazar descendant lifts an eyebrow, “in fact, why are you four outside of my girlfriend’s dormitory? was there a sleepover i was not invited to?”

it took a long minute for the rest of the slytherins to realize the joke.

tom riddle made a joke.

a nervous laugh reputed from avery, the rest following him, hoping that riddle had only wanted to make them laugh then leave. now that’s funny.

“speaking of which, i would like to see her-“ immediately abraxas grabs onto the door knob, preventing the boy inches taller than him from twisting it.

don’t let him see me like this, you specifically told them.

“what is the meaning of this?”

“(y/n) is not available for the time being,” reinhard pulls the attention away from malfoy.

“and why is that?” suspicion rises in toms voice as he straightens up his back to look down on the boys.

“menstruation.”

“diarrhea.” avery and nott say at the same time. they look at each other.

“diarrhea.”

“menstruation.”

tom looks between the two expressionless, giving reinhard and abraxas one more look over before turning back to his main purpose.

“nice try, now move aside malfoy.” he gracefully pushes the blonde aside and opens the door, making him cringe at his failure. lestrange shakes his head in disappointment as avery and nott begin to argue like children.

“diarrhea really?”

“it was the first thing that came to mind because of last nights chicken.”

the sound of the door creaking and footsteps ascending made you roll over.

“avery i said- tom!” you screamed in surprise, rolling back and away from his sight quickly, only to have you falling onto the wooden floor.

“my dear, are you alright?” suddenly he was by your side, lifting your chin and checking for any injuries.

“yes, just a light fall.” you reassure, sitting up properly. toms hands never leaving your face.

“now why have you been hiding in your room all afternoon?” the question you dreaded falling from his full lips. the memories coming flooding back cause you to groan into your hands, negative thoughts attacking your mind at once.

what will he think of you? weak? sensitive? getting overwhelmed by the heavy stares of all the other experienced players, watching your every move. no one feels the need to isolate after something like that, right?

“hey, hey we don’t have to talk about it, love. it’s alright.” he comforts. taking in a deep breath, you remove your hands from your face and stare into his beautiful brown eyes.

it’ll be okay

it was finally time to let the wall down.

tom has been supportive in every way. he may not always show emotion or how he’s feeling, but he always made you feel safe. with your challenges shouldn’t be any different.

“i know, but i’d like to.”

he smiles at your response looking at you proudly, bringing your head forward for a kiss at the root of your hair.

❤️ my sexies that struggle with mental health i see you and love you keep going! ❤️

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you usually weren’t one to go through peoples things, especially the possessions of someone as scary and powerful as alexein malfoy. but you had a point to prove, and it was that your fiancee and his father were in fact not scheming against you— a ridiculous thought only tom would come up with.

maybe he was still upset over the forced break up, or maybe he was extremely bitter over the fact that you chose your family’s honor over him, and abraxas malfoy of all people. you didn’t know. but you couldn’t help but to believe in him a little. tom riddle proved himself to be one of the most intelligent people you knew, before and during your two years together. so maybe a hunch, as silly as it may seem, may be worth looking into, not that you would find anything.

you wouldn’t let him know that of course.

you were in alexeins office to find your grandfathers ring, a family heirloom you inherited along with the rest of the family possessions.

“have you not noticed that the ring has gone missing since the engagement party?”

“tom i don’t have time for this right now”

“you won’t have time for anything once they take all that you have and keep you prisoner.” you turn around to face him. anger provoked by his harshness.

“something suspicious is happening, and i don’t want you to get hurt, my love.” tucking an out of place piece of hair behind your ear.

my love. 🤨🚨

“i knew it.” you close the last desk drawer. no ring in sight, just stacks on stacks of papers. and creepy dark objects for decor. can’t forget those.

“what are you doing?”

“ahh- drugs!” you scream at the sudden presence behind you, making you twirl around. “i mean-tom? i should be asking you the same thing.”

he doesn’t respond immediately, but instead stares at you. his eyes study your face like he’s trying to memorize every little detail, making you want to squirm.

you open your mouth to say something, but close it as he takes a step forward. looking down at you, he places a strand of hair behind your ear.

no, not today. as if reading your mind, he speaks before you can try again.

“the ring is in the safe.” you blink back into realty, toms eyes focused on something behind you.

“wh-how do you know?” you follow him toward the box hidden behind dark artifacts.

“during the summer, abraxas and i would accompany alexein to collect artifacts.” hovering his hand over the lock, it twists and turns to a click. “the important ones go in here.” you looked at the back of his head in confusion.

“it’s only an heirloom, it’s not dark…” the lack of confidence makes it sound like you’re trying to convince yourself more than your ex boyfriend.

“abraxas tell you that?” he huffs, but before he could open the door of the safe, the door knob of the study twists. within a blink of an eye, the safe is locked again and toms arms are around you. he gracefully pulls you underneath the wooden desk, hand over your head protectively.

two pairs of dress shoes click against the dark flooring.

“do not disappoint me, abraxas. the family name is on your shoulders.” the older malfoy uncaps the silver family crested lighter, igniting his cigar.

your mouth instinctively opens out of panic. toms hand comes flying over your mouth, looking you in the eyes and placing a finger on his lips.

you waited for your soon-to-be’s response, unable to see his facial reaction.

“what about…?” the young man trailed off, immediately regretting asking about you. immediately regretting ever meeting you. abraxas should’ve told his father you were a muggle born when he asked about you, maybe then you wouldn’t be in this mess.

your eyes find tom’s, but looking off listening intently, waiting for the older Malfoys response.

“who? ah yes, the girl. well…”

the man takes a long drag from his cigar before holding it out to his son.

“i suppose she won’t be needed after an heir is secured” not an ounce of emotion or remorse can be traced in alexiens voice as he exhaled the tobacco smoke.

your eyes widen and riddles hand tightens around your mouth gently, afraid your reaction would give you two away. unknowingly a tear falls, catching toms attention from the conversation between the father and son as it lands on his fingers. without thinking, he brings your head forward and rests your forehead against his. and you don’t pull away.

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summary: early on in their relationship, reader is still a little shy around thomas thee stallion.

“may i see your notes ?” tom asked as he began to pack up. you stopped dead in your tracks, caught off guard.

“um…”

“i missed the last part she mentioned about the life line when palm reading.” he reasoned.

your divinations professor sipped her tea in the background, knowing dang well her lesson was not on palm reading that day. but you didn’t know that, and neither did the head boy. you were off doodling, while he was distracted staring at you from across the class.

“ah, i didn’t write any…” you excused, avoiding eye contact.

“don’t be silly, i saw you jotting down notes,” he grinned slightly, then stopped when he realized what he said.

professor poured more tea into her cup.

wanting to move past his slip up, he gently grabbed your books from you, hoisting them up on top of his. why were you acting so suspicious?

the salazar heir took your parchment sticking out from its spot wedged into your divinations book.

“oh” he said awkwardly, eyeing your page sized sketch of a cat.

“yeah…” you say embarrassed.

“well at least add some whiskers”

kobe! (t.m.r.)

summary: what can i say, tomothy shablagoo hates quidditch

“i hate quidditch”

“i know”

“i despise it”

“i know tom, but we’re here to support our friends,” you remind.

tom huffs in defeat and sits back, watching the the slytherin players get into their positions, eyeing their hufflepuff opponents.

“ladies and gentlemen…” the commentator introduces the two teams, each corresponding house cheering for their side.

“nott! malfoy!” you cheer, standing up and applauding like a hyped mom.

“must you be so loud?” tom looked up at you in distaste. you pause your clapping and turn to him with furrowed brows, flicking his forehead.

“did you just flick me?” he says with disbelief.

“shhh it’s starting!” your hand grabs onto his face, tom watching through your splayed fingers.

the beginning was not very climatic. there was a lot of dodging and good defense on both ends. but as the game progressed, hufflepuff began to grow tired, while slytherin on the other hand was getting fired up. using this to their advantage, your house scored 10 points.

“yes! let’s goo!!” you cheered. the abrupt movement of your arms knocking toms hot dog out of his hand mid-bite.

he crossed his arms in disappointment. but he couldn’t be too mad because of how happy you were.

eventually one of the slytherin chasers got attacked by a bludger, causing him to fold like a tortilla, falling down into the pit. in response, rosier was called to replace him.

you rolled your eyes.

you prayed rosier wouldn’t get any playing time. if there was anyone who couldn’t take a hint it was him. he constantly flirted with you despite your disinterest before you and riddle got together. even then, he would still remind you how he would be waiting for you. not when tom was around of course. he wasn’t that bold. your boyfriend never found out because you begged your witnessing friends not to tell him because merlin knows what would happen to the boy.

the game proceeded as normal, until rosier spotted you in the crowd.

now this was trouble.

you snuck a glance at tom who was playing tictactoe with a first year that also seemed to not have interest in the game. maybe he wouldn’t notice.

“this ones for you (y/n)!” toms head immediately shot up. people were looking around for who he was talking to.

“oh no…” you groaned, hiding your face in embarrassment. the little devil winked at you.

instant death wish.

“did he just-“

rosier confidently pulled his arm back, launching the quaffle forward toward the goal. “kobe!” the spectators hold their breath in anticipation.

only to miss.

in response, an awkward silence blanketed the crowd. nott tried to cover his snicker with his gloved hand only to receive a smack to the back of his head by malfoy.

the wrong day to be bold rosier.

despite the weight of the second hand embarrassment of the whole stadium, he still had the audacity to take another glance at you…and your upset boyfriend.

“now i really hate quidditch”

tom stood up from his seat and grabbed your hand, pulling you up with him. he gripped his wand and within a blink of an eye you two disappeared from the stands.

rip kobe we miss you black mamba❤️

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summary: thomas the train discovers you have a celebrity crush

“water is not wet” you deadpan, not looking up from your herbology assignment.

“yes it is! it’s not dry is it?” nott pushes, “lestrange, help me out here”

“nope” he responds, turning the page of his book.

“you two always to gang up on-“

“(y/l/n).” tom steps into the common room. “a word.”

the two boys look at each other. lestrange gives you a knowing look, shuts his book and gets up to leave.

“i-uh, have to water my cat” nott excuses himself. you watch them two leave in betrayal.

“yes my liege?” you say mockingly, however it seems that your best friend wasn’t in the playful mood.

“what is the meaning of this?” he asks, a bit angry. your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you squint at his phone screen. a recent shirtless selfie of your celebrity crush displayed.

“yeah that’s ____, what about him?”

“read the top comment” he exhales sharply at your nonchalance. you take a closer look, your eyes go front squinting to wide open.

you i’m sobbing and throbbing

“oh my-“

“yes and that’s not all. you comment on every post” he rages, turning the screen back to him and clicking around.

“____ you’re so hot, have my children”

“i am currently ovulating”

“oh no where did my clothes go?”

“do you need a fire alarm because i can scream?” he lists. your face turning a shade of crimson darker after every comment. after sobering from the initial embarrassment, you come to a realization.

“everyone comments those things. why does it matter tom?” he stops reading and looks caught off guard.

“i-i just think that it’s not appropriate-“ this may have been the first time you witnessed him fumbled with his words. what happened to the collected, calculated slytherin prefect?

a smile creeps onto your face.

“riddle, are you jealous?”

joe mumma (t.m.r.)

more chad rosier, can possibly be prequel to kobe! idek rosier like that but i decided to just make him a basura character. |tom x reader. hiding reader trope-my favorite. some slytherin gang action.| possible warnings: implications of chad rosier being a creep, abraxas having a booty so big lord have mercy.

“reinhard…” malfoy stopped struggling momentarily.

“what?”

“i’m stuck…”

“merlin on a tricycle…” lestrange facepalmed with the hand not occupied holding onto the broom, “how?” the blonde tried pushing himself further through the window, collapsing his arms after failing.

“i don’t know i’m just stuck! (y/n) push harder!” he yells behind him.

“i’m trying!” you strain as you continue to push against his butt.

“try harder!”

“it’s your belt-i-i think it’s stuck—”

“girl you know these hips don’t lie!”

reinhard lestrange looked down and noticed the night lanterns turning on, signaling the nearing of curfew.

“get a move on you two! slughorn will be back any minute!” he lectured. right on queue, a prefect on watch was approaching the door, curious at the commotion.

“wait almost there, abraxas wiggle a little!” he obeys and does his little dancey dance. that along with your back pushing against his behind, finally had him flying out the window. lestrange gripped onto malfoys forearm, hoisting him up onto the broom behind him. both boys looking at you expectedly, but before you could even take another step, the door comes creaking open.

“it’s slughorn! go go i’ll cover for you!” you shoo your friends despite their reluctant pleas.

“y/l/n.” you shut the window and do a full 180-crazy, to be met with well, not your detention professor.

“riddle.”

“if i am not mistaken, i think you were attempting to abandon your detention while slughorn is in his meeting.”

“um no…” you deny. he quirked an amused eyebrow.

this should be interesting.

“what else could you have possibly be doing at the window then?” you scramble for an excuse.

“i saw…a bird?”

he blinked.

“a bird?”

“a bird, yes” you said with more confidence. tom scoffs.

“do you find me to be a simpleton?”

“i’m not sure how i should answer that-“

“i’m taking you to slughorn.” the slytherin prefect grabs you by the wrist and pulls you alongside him.

snitch. at least malfoy got away.

“two lemon drop fizzles,” you bribe.

“no”

“three?”

“you can’t bribe me with candy, (y/l/n). i’m not a child.” he says blankly, still stringing you behind him. the grip on your arm much softer now that he knew you wouldn’t fight it.

“and i said—joe mumma!” a familiar voice rounds the corner at the end of the hall, stopping you dead in your tracks.

rosier. audience boo’s.

accamponied by mulciber and black, he was headed straight toward you and the slytherin prefect.

he had to tendency to harass you with his unreciprocated desires to date. whether right now would be another attempt with tom around, you didn’t know, but we ain’t taking any chances tf.

“what is wrong with you?” riddle sighs impatiently.

turning around equally curious and concerned at the silent response. expecting a witty remark, he instead sees you hesitantly stepping behind an alcove…hiding. he followed your worried gaze to the brunette with his head turned to his friend, laughing about something. rosier waves off to his counterparts as they part ways.

as the boy approached, tom tried to puzzle together the connection between you two.

nothing came up.

perhaps even the most observant of people can miss out on other peoples lives when they’re so focused on their own. you were only a housemate, abraxas and reinhards friend, occasionally you two would run into each other at the library, and here and there you would best him in class marks—but not to the point where you became a threat to him. tom didn’t pay you much mine, respectfully. but now that he thought of it, he did recall a few short conversations you and rosier shared briefly between classes and after instruction, but you didn’t seem all the interested-

“riddle, i didn’t know you were on duty for this wing of the castle” rosier interrupts his thoughts. coming back to reality, tom didn’t realize how he had reached him down the corridor already.

suddenly he remembered you. behind him. and his body halfway turned.

“yes, well,” he stands a bit taller and turns fully toward rosier, his back blocking you from his view. “i believe prefect matters are of the concern of prefects, rosier. enjoy the rest of your evening.” tom does his best to end the conversation before it could even start. he had better use of his time, like ratting you out to slughorn.

“right,” you hear him respond, but you didn’t hear the sound of him leaving, making you hide deeper in the space of the wall. “have you happened to see (y/l/n) while on your rounds? i didn’t see her leave potions earlier-“

everything clicked in toms head, his eyebrows furrowing in disturbance, his throat needing clearing. tom squared his shoulders even more, encasing you into the wall. it was starting to get dark in the alcove 🤨

“i have not. and may i remind you that as a prefect, it is my duty to ensure the safety of all students.” he warns.

ooh girrrl. rosier’s confidence is thrown out the window, as he takes a cautious step back, muttering a farewell and scurrying off. a sigh of relief escapes you.

“alright he’s gone now,” tom informs, stepping away from you.

“ah tom! just who i wanted to see!” dear gods. tom grabs your wrist and pulls you back behind him, shielding you once again. he clears his throat to mask your yelp.

“professor slughorn, how was your meeting, sir?” tom asks politely. your eyebrows knit together in confusion rather than nervousness.

was the whole point of this not to bring you to slughorn?

“tom you should be patrolling dungeon corridors, whatever are you doing up here?”

busted.

toms hand squeezes unintentionally as he thinks.

“i saw a bird.” he says emotionlessly.

“a-“ professor chuckles, “i’m sorry, tom. did you say a bird?” you slap your other hand over your mouth trying not to burst into laughter.

“yes, a bird. i was trying to release it out…a window.” you were impressed he kept up with the lie.

“oh very well then,” he processes, “i will see you tomorrow.” tom goodbyes the professor politely. a sigh of relief leaves the both of you.

“a bird…” slughorn chuckles to himself as he walks down the corridor.

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tom to rosier whenever he has the audacity:

got beef? (t.m.r.)

I am back hello. I moved on campus and girlbossed too close to the sun. Anyway this is unedited and kinda cray. 

summary: tom and y/n are called to the headmasters office when their son gets into an altercation

“that is preposterous. i demand a refund now!” you demand dramatically, banging your fist on dumbledores desk. the sheer force of your theatrics causing his cup of butterscotch wrapped candies to topple over.

the old man sighs and flicks his wand restoring its position. he looks up again but this time eyes looking through his half moon spectacles at your husband.

“some things never change do they riddle?” he comments on your emotional response. but in all honesty dumbledore was amused, he missed your student days when he had to fight a smile whenever you got in trouble over stupid things in his class and had the most interesting of ways retelling the story.

“i suppose not” tom gently pulls you back to your seat, keeping his hand wrapped around your forearm comfortably. you looked down at the gold band on his finger and the tension in your body suddenly left.

“…through sickness and health, richer and poorer…” tom recited, sliding the ring onto your finger. a chester cat smile grew in your face as you did the same.

“now you’re trapped with me…” you whispered.

“what was that?” the priest asked. but tom was unfazed he was used to your bs by now.

“well back to the matter…” headmaster clears his throat. “as i was saying, your son may be looking at suspension-”

“sir, i remember students would always hex each other. you know how young boys are.” tom defended.

“ah but see, tommy hilfiger riddle didn’t hex anyone.”

“i don’t understand-“

“it was a physical altercation. more specifically, he struck another student in the nose...”

“wonder where he learned that from…” tom mumbled, earning a jab to the ribs causing him to jump.

“good for nothing mudblood!”

“hey orion…” the boy stopped his stalking away and turned.

“what mudblood?”

“do you happen to be hungry?” he looked at you skeptic, then grinning looking at his friends who were joshing him. all except tom riddle, who was watching you curiously.

“why (y/l/n) going to make a sandwich-“

“nah but i got beef!” you pop him square in the face, the crunch sound echoing the halls, a grin playing on toms face.

“can we at least talk to the parents? i’m sure they will understand-“

“mum!” the door burst open, your eleven year old carbon copy of his father ran to you for a hug. the warm moment dissolved when you remembered why you were there in the first place.

“the child was lucius malfoy.”

“son of a—tom do you know what this means? his father is-“

“where is the boy?” a man bellowed entering the door. Wow so many interruptions today.

tom sat up straighter in his seat as your son ran behind you. platinum blonde hair…and an expensive ass robe…you must be a malfoy!

“it’s been a while abraxas.” your husband stood up and went toe to toe with the old classmate. clearly sizing each other up. oh, men 🙄. tom stuck out his hand and grinned at the couple of inches he had on malfoy. the blonde sneered, accepting the handshake anyway.

his blue eyes moved, landing on you, his schoolboy crush, barely even noticing the little one gripping your arm. he smirked. smirked.

“(y/n)…always knew you’d be a milf-“

your eyes grew wide, but only doubled in size when toms fist flew across his face. your son looked up to see your reaction, in which you looked back at him with a smirk.

what a waste of a monologue... (t.m.r.)

college is supposed to be the time of your life but here i am balding over graph limits. how am i supposed to live laugh love in these conditions? anyway yes, anotha one. it’s 2 am where i live so very unedited.

shout out to @stxrsworld for being so sweet and cash money 💕

warning: underage students drinking oooh 📞👮

timeline: takes place after joe mumma but before kobe. tom x reader.

“I am a woman. Not an object, not a prize, not a possession that you can just demand to have. I have a personality, interests… For example, I like to chef it up with the house elves late at night once in a while. Did you know that? No, you didn’t because you don’t respect girls enough to get to know them. Merlin, you don’t even have the decency to accept my no for an answer…and calling me names?” You put your hand over you chest and stared in disbelief. “I wonder how your mother feels to have pushed such a foul, evil, loathsome little cockroach out of her poompoom? I know, I know, a crude thing to say, but I tried to be the nice guy, buddy. But you made me like this, Rosier…a monster…” you look away shamefully.

“And scene…how was that Katy Purry?” You breathe out. The fat cat meow’d and jumped onto your bed, signaling you to go to sleep. You frowned, glancing at your door where you can hear the muffled music from the common room party.

But sleep was the last thing on your mind, and Katy probably knew that. You were still in your robes and you were far too anxious for retirement.

“I’m going to do it. Tonight is the time.”

Finding out Rosier waited for you outside of Potions last week freaked you out to say the least. You wouldnt think you would say this, but thank Slughorn and his detention. Better yet, thank Tom Riddle for covering your sorry behind for reasons that have yet to become clear. Since then, it seemed like you’ve been seeing the Prefect more often, in the halls that is. More of him and less of Rosier. But the all brawns no brain quidditch player still shot his shot whenever he had the chance.

“I say we do arithmetics back in my dorm. Add a bed, divide the legs, and we can multiplyyy…” the brunette whispered in your ear, just loud enough for Orion and Mulciber snickered.

But you blocked every time.

You rolled your eyes and stopped writing.

“What about subtraction? Because I’d be more than happy to cut off your-“

Yeah, you were a baddie at defense, but it still bothered you on the inside. What started as annoyance grew into exhaustion to the point where you didn’t even want to deal with him. Hence why you used Riddle as a shield that one evening. But having to get other people involved was the last straw.

“(Y/n)…glad you could make it…” your roommate Nancy slurred. You held you breath at the fire whiskey and vomit smell that fanned your face.

“Actually I’m-“

“Nance we’re supposed to be sticking together. Hey (y/n), don’t drink the punch she puked in it,” her friend smiles, guiding the giggling redhead away.

Your stomach turned in instant regret. The flashing lights in the dark, the loud music, and smell of alcohol and sweaty pubescents made you dizzy. Your mission rerouted to finding a place to sit.

The sofas around the fireplace were pretty much empty but clearly occupied. Robes and purses were thrown all over. But it would have to do for now.

You made your way to the far corner of the long couch. The moment you sat down you jumped up as if it were hot coals, grabbing your behind.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t see you—Tom?!” Your eyes bulged out of your skull and suddenly embarrassment began to creep onto your face.

Thank the stars the lack of lighting hid your red face, one thing it was good for.

He rubbed his eyes and covered his yawn, but soon sobered, his eyes widening and long limbs sprawling across the couch in panic.

“What in the—(y/l/n)?” He looked at you confused, before looking at his surroundings. Last thing he remembered was his corridor rounds.

Two hours earlier.

Avery ran to Tom’s now sleeping form, picking up the arms of his limp body. “You’re so going to kill me if you find out.”

“He won’t,” Rosier tucked his wand into his pocket. “Now bring him to his dormitory and go get the punch. And make sure its the red one not the blue one,” he demands, “the blue one made my tummy hurt last time…”

Avery dragged Tom’s 6 foot self to the common room before propping him onto the couch to catch his breath.

“Hey Avery,” Nott called out. “Pumpkin Pasty?” He offered holding out a platter.

Avery dropped Tom’s arm carelessly. “Ooh don’t mind if I do,” he walked over, wiggling his fingers before picking one.

“Those idiots,” he mumbled angrily. Tom was equally angry as he was embarrassed. How could he let his guard down to have himself bewitched to fall asleep? Not gonna lie though it was a nice nap considering the lack of sleep due to final exams and Tom’s obsession over perfection.

“What are you doing here? You’re not social.” He turned his attention back to you.

“Uh wh-wh… excuse me?” You stuttered, offended.

Now fully conscious and aware, Tom decided it was better to seek his revenge on Rosier, the only Slytherin with such audacity, later on. He was a patient man.

Tom quirked an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms as he sat back into his seat.

“Yeah you’re right. Actually, I’m looking for Rotisserie,” you admit. Tom thought about who you could possibly be talking about before the switch turned on in his brain. A frown followed.

“I’m confronting him,” you respond as if reading his mind. His face relaxed and you could be mistakened, but was that a sigh of relief?

“Yeah you see, I got a head ache the moment I got in here because my friend—who also threw up in the punch, yeah don’t drink the punch—her breath was kick-in!. So I went to find a seat but it was really dark and you’re in grey, so I went..”Tom’s face of amusement went into surprised as you reenacted sitting in his lap, but not sitting down all the way before turning back around to continue your story, “but then you were there so I was like ahhhh then you woke and were like ahhhh….so yeah”

Tom stared at you blankly, but in his mind he was like man this bitch is weird. His eyes moved to behind you.

“Speaking of…” you turned around to follow his gaze.

the devil…

You rolled your shoulder back and took a deep breath.

Its game time.

He was slightly tipsy, stumbling a little as he chatted with Lestrange. They parted ways and you opened your mouth to start your speech.

“I am a wo-“

“Stop talking.” Riddle instructs.

“Wha-“ You feel a pair of hands go to your waist, pulling you down. Rosier’s shocked expression beat yours.

“What is this?” He looked at you two disturbed. Before you could even shift out of discomfort, Tom’s grip tightened.

“What does it look like?” Your human chair responded.

“Let’s get you another drink,” Lestrange returns, grabbing his shoulder to turn away. He manually shuts Rosier’s dropped jaw, sending you a wink before walking off. “wouldn’t wanna catch flies…”

“That was…quick thinking….”you say mindlessly, still processing what just happened. What a waste of a monologue…

“You can let go now,” you turn to Tom who was asleep?

You moved to get up only for him to pull you into his chest, making you let out a yelp. What has gotten into this man child?

“Stop moving,” he mumbles with his eyes still closed.

“Riddle, what are you doing?” You lift your head up to look at him.

“You owe me.” You scoffed.

“I don’t owe any man-“ he tucks your face into his shoulder, patting your hair, shushing you as he does so.

“sleep.” Tom says drunkily.

perhaps the side effects of the sleeping spell have yet to wear off.

happy christmas tom (t.m.r.)

merry christmas everyone! here’s a short lil something. ❄️🎁

“what is this?” tom stared at the box with a raised eyebrow.

“a gift.” you smiled eagerly.

“we have discussed this, (y/l/n)—no gifts.” your arm holding the red box dropped, along with your smile. you rolled your eyes, following him to his window where he shut the blinds. with the flick of his hand the fireplace lit a flame.

“but it’s christmas…” you said quietly, already knowing that it was a weak argument.

“no christmas presents…” tom fluffed the pillows on his bed.

“a teddy bear!” five year old tom exclaimed gleefully, throwing the wrapping paper aside.

“mine!” his childhood bully at the orphanage named graham snatched the toy out of his hands.

this pretty much became an annual thing.

“a boomerang-“ seven year old tom smiled, only for graham to hold out his hand expectedly. the scrawny brunette placed the wooden toy into his palm.

eventually the young wizard learned how to accept it.

“a book…here you go graham…” ten year old tom sighed disappointed. only this time, tom managed to send an electric shock through the older boys body when he opened the book.

“yeah, yeah,” you waved off, slipping under the green covers shivering as your skin met the cold silk sheets. “i just thought this time would be an exception, you know…because we’re together now.”

tom sighed through his nostrils, getting onto his side of the bed. he wrapped his arm around you and rested his chin on your head. “sleep well,” he whispered, planting a kiss into your hairline.

“good night,” you responded, snuggling closer to his chest. despite thinking that he had moved on from the subject, tom stayed up thinking while you slept. eventually he followed suit—your soft breathing and scent lulling him to sleep.

as per usual, you woke up and tom was gone. his everyday routine consisted of waking up at an unnecessarily early hour to study and complete prefect duties. you couldn’t help but notice that the gift he had rejected last night was missing from the nightstand.

a smile appeared on your face, as it would again at the slytherin table during breakfast where you would see tom pull the diary out casually to take note of something.

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Short hc to get back in the rhythm. I MISSED YALL???? SO MUCH????????

In my mind, Tom is tall

Which kinda adds to the dramatic effect of him being evil.

Anyways, you’ve always had a quiet noticeable size difference (even if you’re tall, doesn’t matter. I’m literally 5’8)

And honestly, it made his knees go weak. He loved the difference so much.

Just boosted his ego that much more.

It started out as little things or nicknames, not just during sex but in your day to day life.

Like you asking to get something off the top shelf because you knew he’d poke fun at you for it.

Your hand difference was another thing. He had long slender fingers, which were laughable in comparison to your that were like two inches shorter than his.

Back with the self thing, it came to a point where if you asked, he would get it, then just finger you in that position to prove his point of power and dominance over you.

And the first few times you had sex were...interesting.

“Too big for you, hm? Cant handle it?”

And he adored the way you’d gag when you tried to go down on him.

In a creepy way.

The noise just made him want to cum right then and there.

He’d definitely throw you around and treat you like a toy every chance he got.

And he’d remind you of it too.

“Jus’ my little toy hm? Made just for me to fuck you.”

THE NICKNAMES TOO.

Baby, little one, pet, bunny, dove, angel etc etc

100% picks you up during make out sessions

Which leads to him fucking you as he hold you against the wall.

He’s always hated you saying curse words.

He wants to keep you pure.

I mean, that’s why he does what he does.

To make the world better for you.

“Ah, shit!”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I didn’t mean to I-“

“Nope, come here.”

Making you suck him off til he was satisfied.

“Your mouth is much too pretty to be using such foul, dirty words. Might as well put your busy mouth to work, hm?”

He’d hex anyone that brings up or makes fun of your height difference though.

Like one of his death eaters.

Before class Tom bent down to kiss you and this twat saw

“Oi, y/n, next time you have to kiss Tom, just punch him in the stomach so you can reach.”

The MOMENT that he let it slip from his mouth, he regretted it.

Tom glared at him.

“What’s the supposed to mean?” You’d ask innocently, almost defeated.

“Yes, goyle, what is that supposed to mean?” Tom asked.

“I just meant like you know since she’s shorter and smaller.”

“Get out.”

“Yes sir”

Man goyle did not hear the end of that for awhile

“I’m sorry...”

“What? Sorry for what?”

“I don’t know why he said that...should you not bend down?”

“Ignore him, hm? He’s not worth it.”

Tom would never admit it, but he loves when you attempt to spoon him.

Your legs fully wrapped all the way around his torso, same with your arms.

Youre like a backpack

Forehead kisses constantly.

Chin kisses for him.

He’d disapprove of you wearing heels honestly. Especially after the goyle incident.

“Ready to go- wait”

“Yes?”

“Why are you 5 inches taller?”

“So you don’t have to bend down.”

“Take them off.”

Yeah you’re definitely in for it after that.

He’d be upset if you tried to change yourself for someone else, especially one of HIS followers.

Definitely very rough degrading and edging.

BUT THE AFTER CARE.

He’s never taken such good care of you.

I mean, he loves taking care of his baby, but it felt different.

Baths,extra bubbles, pajamas, and face masks.

And of course, cuddling.

“I love you little one.”

“I love you too, Tommy.”