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Official || Jealous Tom Riddle x Reader

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MATURE CONTENT, semi-public sex, cunnilungus, oral sex, overstimulation, master kink, a bit of praise kink, uses of "slut", mature language, shameless, possessive, jealousy, mentions of torture, suggestive talk, rough behaviour, cursing, blood, mentions of violence. Both reader and Tom are eighteen and in their last year of Hogwarts!

SUMMARY: Another wizard has taken an interest in you, but Tom will make sure that everyone knows you're his.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HELLO! I spent more time on this than I should and the smut part is shorter than the rest of the story, but I hope you like it! The other imagines and headcanons will soon be published too. The schedule is a little hectic but don't worry, I'll still try to post as much as I can! :)

MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)

In the bustling halls of Hogwarts, where new faces arrive every year alongside familiar ones, it was hardly uncommon for some to remain unknown to each other. With the sheer size of the castle and the constant changes in one's appearance as they grew older, names and faces often slipped by unnoticed.

It allowed for the few students who barely interacted with anyone to be hidden in the shadows, their presence merely lingering in the corners of the castle. Yet, there were also those who commanded attention without even needing to utter a single word. These students were widely known throughout the castle, their names and faces forever planted into the memories of everyone who walked past them.

You weren't one to command attention effortlessly like those students did. However, you had a kind and friendly demeanor, always open to comfort those in need of a friend, even though you were a little bit shy and introverted.

Not everyone knew who you were, and those who did often dismissed your sweet nature because they understood why they had to avoid you.

And why is that? It was a question that appeared in the minds of those who cared enough to ask, especially after being warned to stay away from you. After all, you have always shown genuine kindness towards others, regardless of their blood status. However, that question was answered each time by the piercing, dark eyes that gave a pause to those who looked your way.

Due to your close friendship with Tom, who was known for his magical abilities as a powerful wizard and intelligence as the top student of his year, you often found yourself in the shadow of his fame. Despite this, you cherished your friendship with him above all else and if you were being quite honest, you would have disliked the attention as well. You wanted a genuine connection with others, not a parade of fans eager to follow your every command. However, many have tried to get closer to Tom through you, which led to moments of hurt and betrayal when their intentions were eventually revealed. Tom, who was quite protective of you, swiftly ensured those who caused you pain faced terrible consequences. Some of them vanished completely from your life, leaving no trace of their presence and no one around you dared to speak a word about them, even if you tried to ask them..

It wasn’t long until you stopped asking though. Tom always made sure you didn't dwell on their betrayal any longer than necessary.

“They were worthless creatures, why bother giving them any more of your time?” Tom would say whenever you asked him about the vanished students. Despite your curiosity, you chose not to pry any further, trusting Tom's judgment and understanding that some things were better left unspoken. And so afterwards, you focused on moving forward without dwelling on the past.

That was the reason why other students tended to avoid you. While you might have been friendly and approachable, the fear of crossing a line and having to face Tom's wrath lingered in the minds of your peers.

Most of the time, you were with Tom or a selected few friends. However, during moments when you were left alone, a sense of loneliness crept inside you as you thought of how none of the other students wanted to befriend you. While you appreciated the company of friends like Malfoy or Parkinson, you desired to have connections with a wider circle of people. And at times, despite not daring to say it out loud, it felt as if your friendship with them was forced, as if they were only following Tom's orders than genuinely befriending you because they like you. You could tell by the bored looks Parkinson tried to hide at times and the fake smiles he would muster whenever he interacted with you. Abraxas was a little more blunt with his feelings towards you and didn’t try to hide his disinterest. He probably tolerated you at the most, but would always interact with you whenever Tom was around.

One day, when you were deep in your thoughts, you found yourself questioning if there was something wrong with you to the point that it made you unapproachable. As these doubts plagued your self esteem, you finally accepted that perhaps there was a valid reason for others to seem hesitant to connect with you. It was a devastating realization, but perhaps you were just a freak after all.

Which was why you were taken aback by the unexpected request from a Hufflepuff boy whom you neither know nor was one of your friends.

“Excuse me?” You responded back with confusion, but the boy’s grin persisted. “I asked if you want to be partners.”

You stole a quick glance at Tom, wanting to see his reaction before giving the Hufflepuff boy an answer. However, Tom’s dark eyes were already fixed on the Hufflepuff boy whom he knew as McLaggen, since the moment he approached you. Potions was Tom’s forte and he had been your regular partner for it. When Tom was unavailable, Abraxas stepped in as your partner, being the second best student at Potions. Tom didn’t trust the boy, being fully aware of his terrible skills in Potions. However, before Tom could voice against it, Professor Slughorn was quick to usher him to Abraxas, ever so eager to see two of his top Potions students to work together.

Despite being aware of Tom's distrust toward McLaggen, you saw this as an opportunity to connect with more people. Besides, you still needed a partner, and Tom and Abraxas were already paired up. Here was someone wanting to work with you, so it wouldn’t hurt to be partners with McLaggen, right?

Shooting a smile back at McLaggen, you replied back, “I don’t see why not.”

McLaggen’s grin widened and helped you to prepare the materials for the potion, before starting on the potion together. Unbeknownst to you, Tom's eyes bore into you and McLaggen throughout the lesson, his expression dark and menacing, as if he could unleash his wrath upon McLaggen at any given moment if he did a single thing wrong. Tom’s intense scrutiny didn’t go unnoticed by Abraxas, who grew increasingly worried about Tom's dark gaze.

“My lord,” Abraxas murmured in a hushed tone to Tom, ensuring that he was the only one able to hear him. Sensing Tom’s volatile mood, Abraxas navigated carefully, knowing that any misstep could have terrible consequences for him. Tom's sharp gaze shifted to Abraxas briefly before returning to the potion at hand, his focus unwavering. Tom remained vigilant throughout the lesson, glancing towards McLaggen and you every once in a while, ensuring everything was proceeding as it should without McLaggen standing too close to you.

At the end of the Potions class, after Professor Slughorn praised his work again as usual, Tom made his way outside of class, before noticing your figure slipping out of class to reach him. He was quite pleased to see you smiling, as you excitedly recounted the success of your potion to him. “It went so well, Tom! Professor Slughorn said that other than yours and Abraxas’s work, it’s one of the best Draught of the Living Best he’s seen in a while—” you continued talking about the process of making your potion to him.

Whenever you began one of your lengthy rants with Tom, he remained mostly silent, leading you to wonder at times if he was truly listening or preoccupied with something else. However, any doubts were dispersed when he interjected with remarks or asked questions, showing that he was indeed listening all along. In your relationship, you were always the talkative one and Tom was the listener. The opposite could be said when interacting with others though, and Tom tended to take the lead in conversations.

Tom perceived your silence regarding the Hufflepuff boy as a positive sign. In fact, you didn't really talk about him at all, leading Tom to speculate that McLaggen's interest in partnering with you might have been only to secure a decent grade for once in the semester.

However, it would only get worse from there.

A few days later, during Charms lesson, McLaggen approached you and took a seat beside you, one that was usually reserved for Tom. Aware that Tom was in the restroom, you attempted to inform McLaggen that the seat was already taken, but he dismissed your information and settled into the seat anyway. When Tom returned and found McLaggen on his seat, his expression turned menacing.

“That seat was already taken,” Tom asserted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I didn’t see your name on it, Riddle,” McLaggen coolly replied back, showing little concern for Tom’s dark gaze.

You felt a wave of nervousness hit you at McLaggen’s reply, and you glanced towards Tom, silently urging him not to escalate the situation into a scene during Charms class. You sent him a pleading look as well that told him that the issue should be addressed later in a more appropriate place. Tom turned his piercing gaze towards McLaggen, his eyes casting a silent warning. Without another word, Tom moved away to take a seat beside Abraxas, leaving you and McLaggen behind.

Although you and Tom weren't officially in a romantic relationship, the unspoken tension between the two of you was undeniable. Despite both being aware of your feelings for each other, for some unknown reasons, neither of you have talked about them before. Tom didn’t find a purpose to since you two already acted like a couple and everyone at Hogwarts knew of your unofficial romantic relationship as well. So, why the hell would a pathetic boy from Hufflepuff try to put himself into your relationship with him?

Tom needed everyone to know that you're his and he knew just the thing to do it.

"Master, ngh— please!" You sniffled, tears streaming down your cheeks, as Tom pulled another orgasm from you.

Looking up momentarily from your juice-covered pussy, Tom smirked when he saw how flustered you were. Cheeks turning red from the scandolous activity you and Tom were currently doing, and your chest heaving heavily with each breath, tempting him to rip your collared, white shirt out to play with your sensitive breasts.

You choked back a gasp when Tom circled his thumb around your clit, causing his smirk to widen. Tom loved how sensitive your pussy was, but after cumming a few times in the abandoned classroom thanks to Tom's tongue and even fingers, it seemed a single blow of air to your clit was enough to send pleasure down your spine.

"One more," Tom cooed to you, circling your clit with more pressure, as he heard students talking outside, including McLaggen who was asking the other students if they have seen you. "My little slut can take one more, can't you?"

You could barely focus on Tom's words and only nodded hazily. He turned his attention back to your pussy and kissed the hood of your clit, before he hungrily ravaged your pussy like a starved man who hasn't eaten in days, as if he hadn't just eaten your pussy a few minutes ago.

"Master—" you half-moaned and half-whimpered, clutching his dark hair from the overwhelming pleasure.

Tom removed his tongue from your heat, giving you a moment to catch your breath. You released your grip from his hair and sighed in relief for the break. However, it didn't take long for two fingers to thrust into your tight hole, causing you to let out a surprised moan.

It was only then you noticed the noises from the students outside and you weakly tried to close your legs, afraid for them to hear you, but Tom's free hand firmly gripped your inner thigh, preventing you from moving.

"You promised me one more, remember?" Tom wore a cruel grin on his face as his fingers hit into your most sensitive spots. You arched your back, feeling a familiar knot in your stomach. You desperately muffled your moans with your hand and gripped the wooden table you were on tightly.

Tom forced your hand away, but before you could protest, Tom kissed your lips roughly, continuing the pace of his fingers. That was enough for you to climax again, clear liquid gushing all over his fingers. You panted heavily, tiredly gazing into Tom's dark eyes.

As you went over to embrace in Tom's arms, you murmured tiredly, "Maybe I should start spending more time with McLaggen if it means you'll get jealous more often."

The next morning at breakfast, McLaggen noticed your limp and wondered how you had gotten it until he spotted Tom's arm around your waist, along with the cocky smile tugging his lips.

Headcanons to Dating Yandere Tom Riddle:

WARNINGS: MDNI! Yandere, stalking, implied dubcon, mentions of sex, violence, mentions of blood, mentions of breeding, mentions of wife, mentions of marriage, etc.

SUMMARY: A chance to experience what dating Tom Riddle is like, even when it's against your will to do just that.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, this headcanons leans more into dating Yandere Tom Riddle but technically, even without the yandere and dark part, he will do questionably dark things for his partner. I'm planning to make other headcanons that goes into details about that specific situation. For example, a "Headcanons to Dark Tom Riddle x Pregnant Wife Reader"

MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)

It doesn't matter where you come from, alright? Although it's important for Tom to have an excellent muggle free reputation, Tom has his ways to make sure any history you have with muggles are erased. No one knows your precise history because of it either, but according to their Dark Lord, you were a witch from a fine family in France. While that might have been true, what they didn't know was how you were actually a rebel and fought against him for a time until he kidnapped you.

You left him with no choice! He was infatuated with you due to your strength and infamous beauty. Tom kept on sending you gifts, invitations to balls even and attempted to bait you to become Dumbledore's spy in order to get closer to you. However, you rejected all his gifts and invitations, burning them into the fireplace as soon as they arrived.

You were intelligent enough to know about his plan, but as evil and cruel as Tom was, he was also a genius.

When Tom kidnapped you, you had screamed all the curses in the world at him, refusing for him to even touch you. However, it silenced down when you saw several death eaters pointing their wands to the necks of your little sister and other family members.

You were a rebel and if Tom tried to take you with the threat of hurting your family, he knew you would continue to reject him. After all, actions speak louder than words, and as the death eaters began to torture your family, you finally got on your knees and pleaded for him to stop. Tom was more than pleased with your actions, but to ensure that you will stay true to your promise, he demanded a kiss from you, which you reluctantly gave in the form of a peck on the lips.

Though Tom had spared your family, he will make sure you never see them again. One way or another, no matter how many times you plead and beg to see them, he will rip you away from your family for the sole reason so that your focus would not waver from him. Yeah, he's that possessive of you.

Speaking of being possessive, Tom from the beginning of the relationship will always make sure you are covered in the finest silk and most rarest yet stunning jewellery. You might try to refuse them at first, but you don't quite get it. All of the fine dresses, luxurious clothes and expensive jewellery that he had picked out for you was also his way to tell others that you're his, that you're his possession. Try to refuse it and he will punish you.

There are various of punishments Tom can give you. It depends on what you have done that made him measure how severe the punishment should go, but it also depended on his mood. If Tom was only lightly jealous, he'll most likely just leave marks on you like hickeys and bruises. However, if Tom was severely jealous.. then prepare yourself. Tom had once fucked you in front of two of your old friends whom he had taken as prisoner as a way to humiliate you after you had tried to communicate with them in their cells. Just don't defy him, okay? It won't end up good for you.

Other than that though, Tom will take care of you. He feeds you well, pampers you and even shower you with affection from time to time, which you always try to refuse. Tom tries to spend some time with you whenever he has the time, even with the ongoing war. Tom doesn't usually allow you to be out of the manor, but with his company, he allows you to wander around the garden and as much as you hate his company, a bit of fresh air will certainly do you good after being stuck inside for a long time.

However, with all that, he expects you to do your duties as well. You both might not be married yet, but Tom already views you as his wife, the only thing lacking is a wedding ring between your fingers and a ceremony. It will happen sooner than later. But due to it, you became the lady of the manor is your job to make sure that everything was going well in your 'home', telling the servants on what they must do to keep the cleanliness of the house.

And oh, on that note, you're not able to ask for them to help you escape. You learnt that the hard way because the day after you had tried to ask them, all of their tongues had disappeared, unable to speak properly anymore.

Tom desires to flaunt you to the public after making your relationship with him 'official'. However, he will only start bringing you to balls after he was sure that you will behave and Tom might just make a potion to help with that. He considers it as one of the duties you have to perform as his partner. But oh my, you do look ravishing in that tight dress he picked out for you.

At times during the night, you found Tom rubbing your stomach, eyes full of desire, as he thought fondly of children. He had been unsure of starting a family before. Of course Tom needed an heir, but he didn't think he would ever find himself wanting more children until he met you. It didn't matter if you didn't want children. Sooner or later, before or after marriage, you will be swollen with his child. And what better way to ensure an heir than start now?

Thinking of making a long imagine for Tom Riddle and by long, I mean like more than 3k words long, really long type with backstories for the characters, but what kind should it be?

creature of the night

Summary: You're just a toy in Tom's world, yet love has found its way into your heart

Warnings: Explicit content (18+), manipulative Tom

Word Count: 2,500

Author's Note: The irony is, I detest guys like this in the real world, but there's a strange satisfaction in writing stories about Tom’s character. There’s a hate-love relationship between us, well… enjoy the ride

also! you can read this on ao3 if you prefer it that way ♡

(gif originally posted by voldemrt)

meet me tonight

The note said, with its neatly arranged letters. It held a promise that made your heart feel heavy and light at the same time as you were both excited and scared of what was to come. With Tom you could never be certain. Sometimes he made you feel like you belong, he made you feel seen. Other times he made you feel lonely, despite holding you in his arms. 

As if he wasn't there, not truly present, and it hurt, but you didn’t tell a word. 

You stared at the note blankly for a moment, finding it delicately placed on top of your pillow. The ritual was familiar – Tom's passion for leaving these little messages. They surfaced under the weight of your books, nestled in the pocket of your mantle, or discreetly positioned on your favourite desk in the library. His proficiency in crafting subtle messages left you perpetually anticipating the next one, creating a secret language between you two. Each note, a whispered promise, held significance beyond its written words.You carefully stored each note in a small wooden box, coming back to them when you feel particularly romantic or in the quiet moments, after yet another day where Tom treated you as if you didn't exist. The paradox of his presence and absence, the silent yearning  and the allure of his elusive messages painted a complex portrait of your twisted relationship.

The daylight stretches endlessly, but the promise of our night brings a spark to the hours

In the quiet secrecy of the night, you found solace in the secret meetings with Tom. His warm embrace, soft smiles, and gentle touches became familiar, creating an intimate haven that seemed to belong to just the two of you. In those stolen moments, you felt as if you had unraveled the layers of his complex persona, knowing him in a way that no one else did.

Yet, the illusion shattered in the harsh light of day. As the sun illuminated the hallways of Hogwarts, revealing its secrets and concealing its mysteries, Tom transformed. The tender moments you shared in the hidden corners of the castle were replaced by a cold indifference. It was as if the encounters of the night had never happened, as if he were a stranger passing you by in the endless corridors.

In the common room, amidst the chatter of fellow students, he glanced through you as though you wasn’t there. His eyes, once filled with warmth, now held an unpleasant distance, leaving you to question whether the tender exchanges between you had been nothing more than fragments of a dream.

It was a paradoxical, the dichotomy between the intimacy of the night and the detachment of the day. Tom's dual nature left you grappling with the unsettling reality that the person who whispered sweet promises under the moonlight seemed oblivious to your existence in the harsh light of day. The dissonance between these two versions of him became a puzzle, and you found yourself entangled in the endless shifts of his demeanour.

The secrecy of your relationship took a toll, and the contrast between the Tom who held you in the darkness and the one who ignored you in the light became a source of inner mayhem. The warmth of his touch lingered in your memory, but the chill of his indifference left you yearning for consistency. You couldn't help but wonder which version of Tom was the real one, and whether the night held the truth or the day.

The Hogwarts walls stood as silent sentinels, enveloped in an air of mystery, as if holding the secrets of centuries within their stone embrace. The night, full of shadows and cold whispers. The path, winding and labyrinthine, demanded caution, the necessity to watch your back a constant reminder of the precarious nature of your secret escapades.

Yet, every step, every twist and turn, seemed a worthwhile investment, for at the end of this nocturnal journey awaited Tom. He sat there, perched on the couch in the Room of Requirements, immersed in the ethereal glow of dim light. His brows were furrowed as he was bending over the book. It was late, but Tom, a creature of the night, was indifferent to the demands of sleep, his insatiable curiosity fuelling his restless mind.

In the play of shadows, his jawline emerged as if sculpted from marble, each contour a testament to the divine craftsmanship of otherworldly hands. Cheekbones, sharp and pronounced, echoed the elegance of classical statuary. His hair, a cascade of raven black, seemed to absorb the darkness of the night. Divine. Surely, he didn’t belong to this world.

As you approached, the air crackled with an otherworldly energy. The Room of Requirement seemed to come alive in his presence. In this nocturnal realm, Tom beckoned like a magnetic force, drawing you into a world where magic intertwined with mystery, and the boundaries between reality and enchantment blurred.

When he noticed you, time seemed to pause. His gaze made your insides clenched, a strange monster clawing at your stomach, reaping you apart. 

“You came,” he said, the corners of his lips curling into smile.

“Yes, yes… of course I came.”

“Good,” he murmured, standing up and reaching for you. His lips met the soft skin of your wrist, sending shivers down your spine. The warmth of his touch left you breathless. Lifting you effortlessly, he held you close, your legs entwining above his hips. Your heads were now on the same level, and he kissed you passionately, each touch leaving a lingering sensation. His lips trailed along your neck, his hair and tongue teasing your delicate skin. Tom guided you to a secluded corner, settling on the leather couch with you still in his arms. The shadows flickered and danced on the walls, a silent play of darkness and light in the dimly lit room. You nestled your face in the crook of his neck, embracing him tightly. It felt like where you were meant to be. It felt right. 

“I thought of you all this time, couldn’t wait for you to come, you know that, darling?” Tom inquired, his voice smooth, yet calculated. His eyes bore into yours once again, attempting to unravel the thoughts hidden behind your gaze. Not much could escape him; he could see right through you. You looked away, a bashful smile playing on your lips.

“I couldn't wait either,” you admitted, your voice carrying a mix of anticipation and excitement. He chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re too sweet. What am I going to do with you?” he asked, his hands gently resting on your thighs, a subtle pressure against your skin.

“And what do you want to do with me?” Your mind was starting to get hazy. All you could think about was the anticipation building with his eager hands.

“Everything, I want everything,” he whispered in your ear, his voice low and seductive, carrying a hint of desire and... possession. The room seemed to shrink, and your head started to fill with dreams. He wanted you.

The warmth of the fire, the gentle caress of Tom's fingers on your skin, and the intoxicating scent of the room created a heady atmosphere. You were captivated, caught in the web of his allure. As Tom's hands continued their exploration, a tingling warmth spread through your body. The flickering flames cast playful shadows, dancing across the walls. The rhythmic crackling of the fire was the only melody in this secret meetings in the middle of the deepest of night.

His fingers, cool yet masterful, traced patterns on your skin, leaving a trail of anticipation in their wake. The touch, possessive and tender, spoke a language only the two of you understood. Time lost its meaning. You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the symphony of sensations.

Tom's lips brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice like a seductive melody, weaving a spell around you. The possessiveness in his tone ignited a flame within, a dangerous thrill that both scared and excited you. As he held you close, you felt a magnetic pull, binding you to him in a dance of forbidden longing. As stolen moments unfolded, a haunting question lingered: Why couldn't he be wholly yours? The wish to unravel his secrets, to see him in the unfiltered light swept through your every emotion.

As his lips fervently sought yours, a surge of unrestrained need flowed between you, each kiss a profound declaration of a passion that defied reason. Tom, with an intensity that bordered on desperation, cradled your face in his hands. The kiss that ensued was all-consuming. His eyes were hungry, a desire for more.

In that suspended moment, the world outside ceased to exist. You found yourself entangled in the harmony of interwoven tongues and intertwined breaths, a magnetic force pulling you deeper into the forbidden. The air around you crackled with the electricity of shared longing, and every kiss became a vow, a binding promise of the undiscovered intensity yet to unfold.

As the urgency of the moment heightened, so did your willingness to surrender to him.

Tom’s hands traveled to your shirt. His movements were deliberate as he was yielding each button to his touch as if surrendering to his command. You felt the fabric parts, revealing the vulnerability beneath. Tom’s expression remaining composed. As the last button succumbed to his fingers, a rush of cold air met your exposed skin. His hands traced a path along the newly revealed expanse, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The room seemed to pulse with a quiet intensity.

“You’re exquisite,” he whispered, his voice low and laden. Time seemed to stretch, and you found yourself suspended in a space where only two of you existed. 

When Tom started sucking on your nipple, a soft whimper came out of your lips. He smiled softly at your response and showed no intention of stopping. His actions continued with

unyielding determination, his tongue hot and wet on your willing breasts. His hands all over your exposed body, tracing patterns on your soft skin, making you lose your mind, making you forget yourself and forget all these bright days spent without him. With skilled fingers Tom unbuttoned your skirt, taking it off in one swift movement, leaving you almost naked, while he remained fully clothed, a stoic figure in his unchanging black attire, a stark contrast to the vulnerability he teased from you with every touch. You wanted to touch him too, make him feel as good as you felt yet your yearning to caress Tom was met with a playful denial, as he savoured the moments of teasing, drawing out the anticipation. 

His fingers exploring the thin material of your underwear, the gentle touches felt as light as a feather, igniting a trail of sensations. Relentlessly, he continued as his hands grew bolder and bolder. Silver rings on his fingers warm on your skin. Oh, how you wanted him inside you already. To feel him in the most intimate way possible. “Please, Tom,” you moaned, and started to grind on the bulge in his pants, desperate for more, fire running through your veins. At this point it was a pure torture, not to have Tom inside you.

With surprising ease, Tom flipped you onto your back, unbuttoned his unpleasantly tight pants and guided the head of his penis into your hot entrance. As you merged into one, a profound sense of belonging washed over you, a feeling you had yearned for so long. A solitary tear trailed down your cheek, carrying the weight of unspoken emotions. He penetrated you with raw force, driving you to the edge of ecstasy with every continuous stroke. It was raw, characterised by the relentless pursuit of desire, teeth digging into tender flesh, and unyielding grips that promised bruises by dawn. Despite the roughness, every moment was a symphony of pleasure you couldn't get enough of. When you both came, your back arched, the sound of a soft moan escaped your lips, but it dissolved into the heated intensity as Tom claimed your mouth once more

The room was saturated with the lingering echoes of passion as you lay on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his laboured breaths. His skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, an aftermath of the intense encounter. Tom's hand traced soothing patterns on your back with rhythmic strokes, creating a sense of comfort.

"I love you," you whispered, the words escaping your lips like a confession, an unfiltered truth that hung in the air. The vulnerability of the moment lay bare in the quiet aftermath.

A beat passed before Tom’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he listened to your heartfelt declaration. With a calculated nonchalance, he leaned down and pressed a cold, indifferent kiss to your lips. It was a kiss that tasted of detachment, a bitter irony wrapped in the guise of a tender moment. Breaking away, he looked into your eyes, the amusement evident in his gaze. "Silly little girl," he said with a dismissive chuckle. Tom's words, delivered with a cold detachment, lingered in the air, settling like a heavy curtain that draped the room in a somber reality. The silence that followed carried the weight of your shattered expectations, and in that moment, the intimacy you had shared seemed like a fleeting illusion. You felt stupid. The vulnerability you had exposed, the love you had confessed—all reduced to insignificance by the stark revelation of his indifference.

In the aftermath of Tom's callous dismissal, a bitter truth settled upon you like an indelible stain. The daylight hours were not meant for you. The warmth shared in the night, the whispered confessions, and stolen kisses were facets of a reality carefully curated by him—a reality where you were permitted only under the cloak of darkness.

In the wake of this revelation, the weight of your unrequited emotions became palpable, each heartbeat a reminder of the divide between the two worlds you inhabited with Tom. The nights were yours, a realm where he seemed to embrace you, but the days belonged to a version of him that eluded your understanding. Regrettably, you accepted the truth that, in Tom's realm, you were fated to be merely a passing shadow; you were his, but he wasn't yours, and he never would be. He belonged to no one else but himself. 

In the symphony of darkness, your presence is my favourite note. Until the night claims us again, know that you exist, a cherished memory in the sanctuary of my thoughts. Yours in the shadows,

T.M.R.

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teasing. | syltherin boy headcanons

author’s note: based on a request i received. i am feral.

- your boyfriends reaction to you teasing him under the table at dinner.

Draco Malfoy.

Draco had been in a proper fowl mood all day, and you could tell he was stressed, a clear mixture of a million different things floating through his mind.

You were literally counting down the seconds until you could finally be alone with him, but dinner was fucking dragging.

Sitting next to him, you couldn’t help but to sneak continual glances at him, noting his silver eyes darkened to a deep shade of grey, the tension in his jaw practically palpable as he stared at his plate like he could hex it into another dimension.

Just looking at him made your breath quicken, made your pulse soar.

Of course, part of you empathized with his shitty day, but the other part of you wanted to get on your knees for him right then and there--

because, undeniably so, he’s at his fucking sexiest when he’s pissed.

As Pansy’s chipper voice filled the air, yammering away to a blissfully blazed Zabini, both of them seated across from you and your boyfriend, an idea sparked in your mind.

Without hesitation, you scooted closer to him, subtly enough to not draw any attention to yourself, but enough for Draco to shoot you a side-eyed glance, eyebrow raised.

Feeling his eyes on you, you kept your gaze on your plate as you brushed your hand against his thigh, testing his reaction.

You could practically hear him swallow, could practically feel his body tense, and you’d try not to smirk.

Thrilled, you’d inch your fingers further, tracing small patterns along the middle of his thigh before trailing upwards.

He’d shift on the bench, the veins in his hands tensing as he tightened his grip on his fork.

His reactions would fuel your fire, and you’d keep going, grazing over his crotch, and he’d groan, stifling it with a cough instantly, and that’s when he’d had enough.

Shifting his hand, he’d grasp your thigh, now--with an intensity in his grip so strong you’d almost squeal. A silent warning.

He’d lean in, his voice darker than the midnight sky as he’d whisper, “you’re lucky I have some dignity…but keep it up and I’ll bend you over this fucking table right now, in front of everyone.”

your grin would be unmissable, and you’d only make it another few minutes before he dragged you away from the table and back to his dorm.

Blaise Zabini.

Blaise was literally just eating. And that’s all it took.

That’s all it took for you to want him, to damn-near need him, right then and there.

He’d been flirty with you all morning, making you swoon over his every word with his typical Zabini charm, as though he was still trying to win you over.

You found yourself giggling like a goddamn first year more times than you could even begin to count while he was around, and it drove you crazy, in the best way.

You couldn’t help it, you just always wanted to be near him, kissing him, touching him. He just made you feel that needy. Effortlessly.

And that feeling carried over throughout the entirety of your day, and didn’t falter at dinner. Oh, not even in the slightest.

If anything, it intensified.

Just watching him, in his own little world, focused on his food, casually chiming into the conversation every now and then between bites--it just did something to you. Something you couldn’t explain.

The way the veins in his hands tensed with each movement, the confident aura that surrounded him, regardless of what he was doing, was just fucking intoxicating.

And so, while caught in a moment of both mental and sexual tension, you discreetly placed your hand on his thigh while continuing to eat, feigning innocence as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Blaise looked over, immediately, and you could practically feel the smirk on his lips.

But then, with his typical Zabini composure, he’d go back to eating, letting you keep your hand there.

As you dared to inch higher, he’d seamlessly continue conversing with his friends, as if entirely unaffected by your advances.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and to anyone else, it’d seem as though nothing out of the ordinary was transpiring.

At this point, you’d be completely convinced that you were enjoying this more than he was.

But then, as you’d get close to his crotch, dangerously close, he’d lean in, his voice so deep it’d send chills down your spine.

“You better stop.”

You’d grin, slowly moving higher, looking at him with innocent eyes. “Or what?”

“You just wait until I get you alone, babygirl…” he’d smirk, wetting his lips. “I’ll get you back real fucking good.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Lorenzo bloody Berkshire; your absolutely sexy, tease of a boyfriend.

Earlier, you had been paired together for an assignment in class, which had turned out to be the most infuriating part of your day.

Enzo was relentless in his teasing; partially because he couldn’t keep his fucking hands off of you, but also because he just loved getting a rise out of you.

All class he’d stared at you with those big brown eyes, biting on his fucking lip as he smirked at you, pressing his crotch against your ass as the two of you gathered supplies for the assignment, acting like he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

By dinner, your head was spinning, your nerves were shot, and you were more than determined to get him back.

And you’d do just that; finding your perfect opportunity while he was casually eating, not really paying you much attention.

You’d shift closer to him, resting your chin on your palm as you fixed your gaze on him, smirking a devilish smirk.

“So, Enz, what do you think of the new charms professor?”

You’d inquire, your voice like honey as it slipped past your lips, your fingers brushing against his leg in unison.

As soon as your hand connected with his thigh, he’d freeze, not daring to look at you, but stalling his movements completely, staring down at his plate as though it’d just grown two legs and spoke to him.

You’d grin, pulling your lip between your teeth in an attempt to hide it, watching him as he’d slowly resume his chewing, his breath coming in shallower bursts as you inched higher, excruciatingly slow.

“I-uh…he’s, he’s good-“ he’d stammer, his voice cracking, clearing his throat to mask it. “Thorough.”

“Oh, thorough, huh?” You’d tease, grin widening. “Why don’t you elaborate on that?”

His jaw would tense, his lids fluttering shut for the briefest moment as you grazed his crotch, adding pressure as to really get back at him, to really give him a taste of his own damn medicine.

He’d be flustered, undoubtedly, but he wouldn’t dare stop you, playing it off until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Then he’d lean in, softly setting his fork down as to not arouse any suspicion.

“My dorm, right now.” He’d practically beg. “I fucking need you.”

Mattheo Riddle.

Teasing Mattheo was not something you did, ever.

Because ‘teasing’, with Mattheo Riddle, was not a concept. It simply did not fucking exist.

You’d attempted it a few times, over your months of dating, and each time you’d found yourself either bent over a table, on your knees for him in a way-too-public location, or edged until you fucking cried/begged for release.

Mattheo never failed to let you know that he’d take you whenever and wherever the fuck he pleased.

‘Don’t poke the dragon’ or ‘let sleeping dogs lie’ ; were very much literal phrases when it came to your boyfriend.

and so you made sure not to tempt him, unless absolutely fucking necessary--However, today, it was more than absolutely fucking necessary.

And why was that, you might ask? Two reasons.

First one being that you’d slept in his dorm last night and woke up late late for class; all thanks to him.

Even though you’d made sure to remind him ten bloody times to set the alarm, he’d somehow still managed to ‘forget’.

And the second one was because he just looked so goddamn fucking sexy, and you were displeased with the fact that you didn’t have time for morning sex.

Regardless, as he was picking at his dinner, looking unbelievably exhausted, you took your chances.

You leaned closer to him discreetly, casually placing your hand on his thigh. He’d instantly tense, legs spreading wider almost involuntarily, grip tightening on his fork.

You’d inch higher, excruciatingly slow, nodding to Blaise as he said something to you, causally entertaining the conversation.

Mattheo’s jaw would tighten, so much it’d genuinely look painful, his head bowing toward the table as you slowly moved upwards.

But then, he’d grow tired of your teasing and grab your wrist, hastily moving it to his dick as he huffed, dropping his fork and running his now-free hand through his hair.

You’d be fuelled on, leaning toward his ear to whisper; “I need you so fucking bad, Matty…”

He’d snuff a groan, his nails digging into your wrist as he continued guiding your hand, guiding you in palming him through his trousers.

“You’re going to regret this, princess…” he’d mutter, his voice torn and laced with promise. “Can’t keep your fucking hands off of me, can you?”

You’d increased your movements, feeling him grow unbelievably hard beneath your fingers, and you’d know he wasn’t bluffing.

“I should bend you over right here, show the boys just what a desperate little slut you are for me….”

You’d smirk, snuffing your giggling, and that would be the last straw. He’d drag you up from the table and fuck you in the nearest closet/empty classroom.

Theodore Nott.

You were fucking bored.

So unbelievably bored that you weren’t sure how much more of it you’d be able to take.

The conversations at the table were about nothing of particular significance, and if you had to endure another second of Enzo’s mindless babbling you were certainly going to be sick.

Theo was seated beside you, aimlessly picking at his food, also looking incredibly bored.

It was not unnoticeable that the two of you were about ready to fall asleep on the damn spot.

In a moment of desperation, you turned to your boyfriend, attempting to spark up a conversation.

“So, what are we planning on doing this weekend?”

As Theo looked up, you’d instantly grow warm, his stormy blue eyes swirling with admiration as he glimpsed your lips, his once flat features beginning to soften.

“Can’t speak for you Bella, but know what I have on the to-do list,” he’d murmur, leaning in for a kiss.

Theo was never one to shy away from PDA.

As your lips met in a quick, soft kiss, you’d smile as he slowly pulled back. “Oh, yeah? And what might that be?”

That’s when you’d put your hand on his thigh, slowly trailing it upwards, instantly causing his eyes to darken, his jaw to tighten.

He’d spread his legs wider, inviting you to keep going, and you’d gladly oblige, palming him eagerly as the two of you held eye-contact intense enough to make you dizzy.

he’d smirk, sucking in shallow breaths as he leaned in for another kiss, muttering against your lips;

“You…you, and you again…”

Someone at the table would playfully groan in disgust and tell you two to get a room, and you’d just laugh before Theo agreed and dragged you back to his dorm.

Tom Riddle.

If you had to listen to one more second of Tom Riddle talking about school related topics, you were going to find the nearest bridge and jump. zero hesitation.

You absolutely loved your boyfriend, loved him to fucking death,

but after he’d spent all afternoon drilling transfiguration concepts into your brain, you honestly just wished he’d drill something else into you, instead.

And by the time dinner rolled around, your brain was mashed potatoes, yet Tom remained completely fucking relentless.

In between bites of food he’d ask you to recite the animagus transformation theory, and when you’d undoubtedly get it wrong, he’d sigh, grabbing the book and reading it back to you.

But no matter how many times he’d repeat it, it didn’t fucking matter, your mind was gone, completely elsewhere.

To be more specific, your mind was lost in a sea of your thoughts, thoughts about Tom’s big strong hands gripping your hips, his strong frame towering over you as he-

Gods, this was complete fucking torture, and you needed it to stop, right now.

Loosening your tie around your neck, you glimpsed him, watching his dark eyes scan the page, watching his long fingers as he pointed at what he was reading to you,

As you undid a few of the buttons on your blouse, your hand fell gracefully, landing on his thigh for support as you leaned over him, looking down at the book,

“Can you repeat that part for me again, Tom?…” you’d murmur, voice a slow drawl, failing to hide your smirk as your felt him tense. “Silly me…I don’t think I heard you correctly…”

Tom would know exactly what you were doing, and at first he’d try to play it off, clearing his throat as he tried to decipher where the fuck he’d left off.

But then, as you continued to inch higher, grazing his crotch, he’d groan, slamming the book shut.

“For Merlin’s sake, you’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?” He’d hiss, the annoyance in his tone mingling with amusement.

“Let’s go before I bend you over the fucking table.”

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

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tom riddle ffs supremacy>>>

most of them are literally so beautiful and elegant at the same time. and, the writers write so beautifully you wouldn't have thought it was a fanfiction, it's almost like a classic book written by well known writers like jane austen.

if anyone would like to recommend more tom riddle ffs (please do), you can comment it on the comment section!

7/28/22

tom riddle is my inspiration in academics, he's so smart and beautiful at the same time

9/5/22

can you rec some of your fav tom riddle fics? 🤍

omg, someone finally asked this question!!

1.) His Dark Lady - dxddydracomalfoyyy

This is probably the most loveable of them all, my fave book of all time.

2.) A Riddle to Solve - SSTAR2000

Another really unique book, the mc is really powerful although some parts are a bit cringe (?) because it feels like she's everything like those memes on tt of y/n. Overall a good book though (try it out).

3.) Oh, Ophelia - Maebelletree

I really love this too especially because it is a unique book, I haven't read any other tmr books like this.

4.) Now and then - hmmdisgustin

It is just like the title going back and forth from now and then.

5.) Kneel - JulieHoscar

I absolutely abhor Tom Riddle in this book, but I'm still going to recommend it because I still do like this book. This book make me feel ambivalent.

6.) RIDDLE. DISCONTINUED - ravenclaws-

Although this book was discontinued, it still has a very good plot line, it shouldn't have been discontinued, but I guess it is very hard to write a story. Maybe in the future it will be renewed (?) hopefully.

7.) Midmorning - murderarts

This book is heartbreaking, even though it is only a short story, I still feel emotionally attached to it.

That's it for the recommendation, notice I did 7? It's because it is believed that Tom riddle rather likes the number 7 and also because of his seven horcruxes.

DISCLAIMER: All of these are in wattpad!!

hey everyone!!

i need help

so i've just remembered that one author on wattpad who wrote about abraxas malfoy and i believe her FL is like played by go minsi, basically she plots her husband’s death because she saw what he did to innocent people (prejudice against muggle borns) but she pretends to be in love with him.

if anyone can remember that story, please point me out to the author i'd be very thankful!!

“I wish I knew how to quit you.”

me to dark, psychotic men

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. 

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

requested: yes | | no

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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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.”

ummmm yeahhh :)

i want to make a fanart for this so badly but i dont know how to draw digitally

Summary: just tommy boy jerking it

disclaimers: masturbating, dirty talk

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Tom stroked himself rapidly, a grin forming on his sweaty face. His trousers were barely off due to the immediate desperation of needing to touch himself. Right now his mind was filled with thoughts of you. 

“Oh, Christ.” He moaned, his state of bliss overwhelming him. What he wouldn’t give to bend you over his bed and fuck you till you were begging him to stop, till you couldn’t take it anymore. “Such a good little whore. Taking all of my cock.”

Tom pleasured himself to the thought of you more times than he would like to admit, but merlin, you just made him feel so goddamn good. Sometimes he wished you would walk in on him doing it, just to see you so flustered. It made him so aroused. He whimpered as he hit a good spot, causing his hips to jerk up and his eyes to flutter, and after taking a second to recover from that moment he continued. 

He was getting close as his moans left his mouth more often. “Oh Y/N. Fuck, darling.” His cock was twitching in his hand, but instead imagining that it was your hand that was making him feel so glorious. “Merlin, you’re being so good for me.” He groaned. He was at his edge. 

“Cum on my cock, angel. Cum on daddy’s cock like a good girl.” He choked out as he came, it spurting out and running down his cock and then fingers. It felt so good he couldn’t even speak, just clench his cock with a still trembling hand as his orgasm finished. 

Night Time Adventures

Tom Riddle x Reader

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You slipped out of the Slytherin common room, avoiding the prefects roaming the hallways. The walk to the library was quiet besides the tapping of your shoes against the floor. In the distance you could hear other people walking around. You silently cursed yourself when the library door made a loud creek echoing down the hallway. Someone was bound to have that so you quickly slipped into the library. The library was covered in darkness, the only source of light being candles. They littered the walls leaving the room in a hazy glow. 

Making your way over to the books shelves, trailing your hand over a few books. Your eyes struggled slightly to focus on the writing on the old books. looking for the proper place for the book you held. Once you found it you slipped the book back into place before letting your eyes scan over the rest of the books looking for your next escape. As you gaze over the books in front of you a warm breath hits the back of your neck. You freeze slightly but quickly snap out of it going to turn around but his cold hands wrap around your waist locking you in place. 

Another breath bit your neck this time followed by his voice. “Someones out late” a deep voice filled the air, it sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Just returning a book you?“ 

“Catching up on some reading“ it was quiet for a moment before you managed to turn in his hold. Moving away from him and heading for the library door once more. Before you could get too far he grabbed your wrist pulling you back into him. 

“Aw love don’t be like that” this time he flips you around pinning you against the bookshelves. 

“Tom like you mentioned before it's late so I must be going” you tried to get out of his hold  but his grip on you tightened. He used his whole body to pin you against the shelves. There was no way you were going to get away. 

“I do love when you play hard to get“ he gripped your chin forcing you to lock eyes with him. He tilts your head slightly before slamming his lips against yours. Kissing him back right away you run a hand through his hair pulling him closer to you. His lips trail down to my neck placing kisses and nipping at my skin. 

“Tom careful with marks“ you moaned. You loved the feeling of his lips trialing on your neck. You couldn’t do the marks though no one could know about yours and Tom's Nighttime visits. 

“I’m conflicted, your mouth says no but your body says yes“ he says in between kisses. His hands trail down your body pulling on your shirt and unbuttoning your top. You start to do the same to him making quick work of removing his shirt. Once we are both shirtless he trails kisses up my neck mumbling in my ear to jump. You don’t hesitate jumping up and wrapping your legs around him. He carries you over to a table. Your back collides with the wood of the table causing a chill to go over you. 

He stands in between your legs letting his hands wander up your body. One of his hands reaches beneath you unclasping your bra leaving your chest bare. His mouth latches on to your nipple right away. You moan at the feeling arching your back into him. He used one of his hands to pin you down while his other one encased your other boob. Rolling the nipple between his fingers. You can feel your panties getting wetter by the minute. He switched his mouth to your other boob letting the hand that was playing with your nipple trail down your body. His fingers trailed under your skirt. Trailing his finger over underwear taking notice of your wet patch right away. “Already dripping” he chuckled against your neck. He moved your underwear to the side before pushing two fingers inside of you. The stretch felt amazing. You start rolling your hips against his fingers moaning at the feeling. 

Your moans grew louder as he fucked you with his fingers curling them just right. Hitting that perfect spot inside you makes your toes curl. “Darling I love all the sounds you make but I need you to be quiet or we will be caught” you nod your head but you were barely listening. As your moans got louder Tom wrapped his hand around your throat squeezing just enough to make it difficult to breathe. He could feel you tighten around his fingers making him let out a small groan. Your orgasm came crashing down on you, a silent moan falling from your lips. 

Tom removed his fingers from you once you came down from your high. You sat up leaning back on your elbows watching as he brought his fingers to his mouth sucking them clean all while keeping eye contact with you. Watching him clean your arousal off his fingers. You sat up meeting his face before standing up. Your legs are shaky but you keep going. Lowering yourself down to your knees in front of Tom. His eyes are locked on you watching closely as you unzip his pants, lowering them down with his boxers, freeing his erection. “What a good girl” the praise went straight to your core. 

“Only for you” your eyes are locked on his erection, no matter how many times you see it the size surprises you. How he fits in you is a mystery to you. Your hand was barely able to wrap around him. You started by stroking him off at a light pace. Picking it up when Tom gripped your hair giving you a warning look. Tom hated when you teased him yet you could help but do it. You kitten lick his tip only placing the tip in your mouth. You lick up his length, placing teasing kisses on his length. Going back to his tip you place it back in your mouth swirling his tongue around his tip. 

Tom was fed up with your teasing grabbing the back of your head and slamming your head forward making you take all of his dick. You gagged around him your hands flying up to his thighs bracing your self as he face fucked you. His pace was brutal as he used your mouth. Your gagging caused no hesitance in his motions, not even your tearing eyes made him stop. “You asked for this baby”

Before he could cum he pulled you off his dick allowing you to finally breathe. He pulled you off the ground helping you to sit back up at the table. He slips his member into making you moan. He mumbled something about wanting to cum inside you. His pace was brutal, his hand was playing with your clit, His other hand had to cover your mouth as your moans grew louder by the minute. You felt your orgasm approaching, pulling Tom closer to you and placing kisses over his exposed skin. You felt him cum inside of you moaning at the feeling of his cum inside of you. The feeling made you cum tightening around his dick, pulling even more cum from him.   

You whimper as he pulls out of you leaving you feeling empty. He helped you clean up before getting dressed himself. You watched as he put his robes back on. A smile grew on your face. You loved him more than words can describe. “See something you like” you could hear the teasing in his tone. 

“Yeah I do“ a blush forms on your face when he walks over to you helping you off the table. He places a light kiss on your lips when he went to pull away you grabbed a hold of his face pulling him back. You could feel him chuckle against your lips moving your hands from his face and pulling away from you. He placed a kiss on your hands. The two of you stood there for a moment just staring at each other. He pulls away first telling you the two of you should head back before someone catches them. You nod the two of you wanted to stay longer but you both knew you had to go back. 

“Come on love“ he grabbed your hand leading you out of the library.

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New Book Idea:

ㅡ Lana Coded.

TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE AND OLIVIA REMMINGTON

FINESSE

ON WATTPAD: LEVISBUTTCHEECKS

Releases: July 4th 2023

I. Trash Magic

II. West Coast

III. Stargirl Interlude

Tom Riddle

has an enemy, her name is Olivia Remmington and she hates Riddle, very very much. Every chance she gets is to seek his suffering. She wants to destroy him yet, when the time comes too - She is frozen. Stuck, afraid to move her heart is holding her back from doing what she is destined. Unfortunately it costs her. She loved Riddle dearly, she became infatuated since she first met him during her First Year at Hogwarts. Albus Dumbledore finds that she is smitten for him.

The two are neck and neck in any and everything - Olivia and Tom grow to be nemesis. Any chance they get is an argue or a tension of emotions.

Students fear him, while others come to her. She is the better half of him, and vice versa. Her heart swells at him. Completely starstruck by him.

- He cannot fulfill her desire of her being with him - Instead he hates her deeply, quickly searching to find the right words, he cannot. He doesn't love her but wants her, he needs her badly.

She doesn't understand the quick glances he shares to her. Not knowing the naughty thoughts he has about the girl. She walks by him, she's a lie to lush quickly scammering to him. She's addicted to his love. The way he loves. She loves him deeply.

MENTIONS

Black Women/White Man

Smut

Hogwarts

Chamber Of Secrets

Enemies to Lovers

Language

Manipulation

Killing (Avada Kedavra)

Angst

Slow burn

Cigarette Burns

Jazz Playlist with Lana

Distress

Stressful subjects

Toxic Personality

Narcissistic Personality Disorder

Tom Riddle

Lana Del Rey Coded

Black OC

They casually fight a lot and it's very tense when they do. Some descriptive mentions of intercourse and very very (yk) thoughts (Mostly Tom)