#fem tom riddle

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

Fuck you(my pleasure)- Fem!Tom Riddle x Fem! Reader- oneshot

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Tiana hated the bitch, she really did, with her arrogant attitude and stupid smug grin, and the overly confident air she always had, especially after a successful quidditch game.

(y/n) (l/n). The bane of Tiana Riddle's existence. A fellow Slytherin; muggleborn, cocky, smug, and overly confident. She had already noted that but (y/n) got on her nerves so often that Tiana couldn't help but repeat her frustrations with the other girl.

(y/n) was one of the top quidditch players in the school, a beater on the Slytherin quidditch team, and Tiana loathed her from the very start; and (y/n) felt the same way, the two have been at each other's throats since first year.

No one is quite sure how it started, even (y/n) hardly remembers why they started fighting, but oooh Tiana remembers, she remembers very well and holds that grudge, all the way into their 7th year, six years of fighting, name-calling, spats, and glares.

Tiana acknowledges that her grudge was quite childish since (y/n)s initial remark that set it off had probably been innocent in context...considering they had both been 11 when it all began.

It had been during their first potions class together, learning the basics-school had just started, Tiana was eager to learn and pulled her short choppy hair back, only to freeze when she felt a chubby 11-year-old finger touch the base of her neck-where a small whip scar from the wools orphanage caretaker had struck her a few months prior. "What’s that?" (y/n) had asked, simply curious, and Tiana had smacked her hand away, her eyes wide with disgust that masked her fear.

"Don't touch me!" She seethed, back then, and she still was, had been very defensive of herself and hated anyone pointing out her 'home' life, such as her scars from beatings from the caretakers who had been, and still were, highly religious; and had attempted to 'beat the devil' out of Tiana over the years.

(y/n) hadn't meant to offend Tiana by pointing out the thin scar on her neck, but she had and that had started the little rivalry between them, Tiana strived to leave this rude girl in the dust, to make her ever regret pointing out what Tiana hated most-her past.

(y/n), however, didn't really even realize what had happened and just-went with the flow-enjoying their spats and arguments, loving it when they got paired together so she could tease Tiana further, which only made Tiana angrier when (y/n) would poke at her.

It was all in good fun for her, and as the years went by and Tiana grew up, going from the lanky 11-year-old with a permanent RBF to the hot 17-year-old, still with a resting RBF but DAMN was Tiana Riddle fine! and (y/n) loved every moment she got to mess with Tiana, loving to watch Tiana's facial expression morph into anger or frustration.

Yeah, she had a crush on Tiana Riddle, her rival, how could she not? Tiana was beautiful, smart, spiteful, charming, sarcastic, bitchy, did she mention beautiful?! honestly, if Tiana told her to shut her trap and sit, she would-(y/n) was utterly whipped for the dark-haired beauty.

Buuuut so was the rest of the school, especially the boys, who all competed for the coveted attention of Tiana Marvolo Riddle. But (y/n) held the trophy of getting Tiana's attention the easiest, with her annoying tendencies.

Her favorite time to annoy Tiana? Right after quidditch practice and while Tiana was doing her prefect rounds.

Which…was right now.

“heeeey Tia~” (y/n) sang as she walked towards the prefect that was sure to become head girl the next school year. Tiana-who loathed when (y/n) called her ‘Tia’-turned her head sharply, her raven black hair flaring as she glared at (y/n). “oh don’t give me that look Tia, you know you love me,” (y/n) teased, narrowly avoiding a hex, giggling as Tiana huffed and spun around again, continuing down the hallway on her patrol.

“I’m sure you have better things to do than bother me, (l/n).” Tiana huffed, her head held high as she walked down the hallway, the afternoon sun beaming through the open windows of the courtyard. (y/n) just grinned, skipping a bit to catch up with Tiana, stretching her arms out behind her to hold her broom behind her head, her grin lazy as she stepped in line with Tiana.

“What better is there to do than annoy you, Tia~?” (y/n) cooed, laughing as she dodged a bat bogey hex from Tiana, who was slowly going red in the face. “you’re so easy to tease Tia~” (y/n) cooed again. Tiana glared at (y/n), her fist clenched around her wand, the other pushed tight against her thigh in an attempt to ground herself before she did something that got her in trouble.

“Shut. It. What do you even want? I'm quite busy with my rounds if you couldn’t tell. I don’t have time for your silly games.” Tiana huffed, turning on her heel again to continue her patrolling route-which was thankfully an early one so she could get to bed on time for once.

“Can't I just come by and bug my favorite prefect?” (y/n) laughed, catching up with Tiana again, the smell of her drying scent making Tiana’s nose scrunch and she shoved (y/n) away.

“Not when you smell like that, if you must annoy me, have the decency to shower first.” Tiana grumbled, (y/n) stopping to smell herself and letting out a small ‘whew’ as she turned her face away.

Yeah, Tiana had a point.

(y/n) looked back to make another remark but Tiana was already on the other end of the hall, speedwalking away from (y/n), and (y/n) smirked. “she likes me,” (y/n) chuckled, turning on her heel to head back to the Slytherin dorm room to shower.

-

“-And Ms. Riddle, you’ll be paired with Ms. (l/n).” Tiana bristled as Professor Slughorn assigned her to pair with (y/n) for a potions assignment, glaring at the smug girl who was smirking widely. Tiana subtly rolled her eyes and nodded, giving her professor the usual charming smile.

Professor Slughorn smiled back and turned to write on the board-Tiana’s smile disappeared and turned to a glare as (y/n) moved from her table to Tiana’s, plopping down noisily next to Tiana-a stupid grin on her stupid face.

(y/n) opened her mouth to speak but Tiana just stuck her finger in her face, glaring. “not. A. word.” Tiana hissed and (y/n) just grinned, resting her chin on her hands as Tiana began their potions assignment. After a few minutes, (y/n) spoke up quietly as Tiana wrote down the necessary notes she would need for later. “you know, team assignments are usually worked together as a team, not just by one person,” (y/n) said and Tiana huffed, side-eyeing her.

“How you think I’d have faith in your…academic brain? I do not know.” Tiana hissed, twirling her quill between her fingers, (y/n)’s eyes following the action. “Please, you use all your brain power for silly quidditch games, I’ll handle this assignment, you can sit there and be quiet.” (y/n) just hummed, her gaze locked onto Tiana’s pretty pink lips as she spoke oh so harshly, yet beatific.

“Whatever you say Tia,” (y/n) mumbled and Tiana’s ears turned red as she glared at (y/n), snapping her forehead with her knuckle, making (y/n) yelp and then laugh as she jolted back from the painful gesture.

-

“you know, there's such a thing as sleeping, Tia.” (y/n) said from across the library table, dropping her quidditch bag to the floor, having just finished up an early morning practice, joining Tiana in the library for their assignment. Tiana glared at (y/n), her head pointed down at the parchment in front of her while her eyes glared at (y/n) through her thick lashes.

“There's such a thing as showering, (n/n)” Tiana hissed back, (y/n) only grinning at the sudden nickname christened to her by Tiana, but she smelled herself anyway, she didn’t smell that bad. Mostly like grass and leather really. Tiana made a face as (y/n) did so, rolling her eyes and going back to writing for their assignment.

“Anywayyy,” (y/n) hummed, bringing out a wrapped muffin and setting down a coffee in front of Tiana, who stared at the items with suspicion. “since you won't let me help, I thought I’d help you not pass out, so-eat-caffeinate,” (y/n) said, also setting a thermos with cold water inside in font of Tiana. “and hydrate.”

Tiana stared at the items before narrowing her eyes at (y/n), who smirked back. “are you trying to poison me?” Tiana hissed, pushing away the muffin(that looked way too tempting right now since Tiana had missed breakfast doing this potions assignment.) (y/n) snorted, smiling widely.

“And miss your pretty face? As if, just take them, you need it.” (y/n) laughed, getting up from the table and leaning over to grab one of the books Tiana had grabbed for the assignment. “you eat, I’ll do some of the assignment,” (y/n) said, taking the parchment from Tiana and picking up where she left off, Tiana blinking in…amazement? Shock? She didn’t know, but Tiana stared at (y/n) for a few seconds before taking the muffin and peeling the wrapper, sniffing it suspiciously before taking a bite, closing her eyes as she savored the flavor.

Chocolate chip. Her favorite.

Tiana looked back up at (y/n) who had busied herself with writing for the potions assignment.

Tiana refused to admit that maybe, possibly, the ice that kept anyone out melted….just a little bit.

-

Tiana had utterly no idea how she got here, she really didn’t. maybe it started with a conversation about stress and how to relieve it or maybe some stupid argument between her and (y/n)??

She didn’t remember, all she knew now, was how fucking sinful (y/n) looked with her head under Tiana’s skirt, warm rough hands on her ass and her fucking tongue lapping at Tiana’s clit through her lace panties-Tiana struggling to stand as she leaned against the broom closet wall, her legs trembling around (y/n)’s head as they threatened to give out.

“(y/n)-“ Tiana panted, a moan escaping her as she tried to speak (y/n)’s name only to fail as (y/n)’s saliva soaked through her panties with the aid of Tiana’s arousal that practically dripped through the fabric. (y/n) hummed from below, her eyes just barely peeking out from behind the hem of Tiana’s green skirt. “this-this is wr-wrong,” Tiana stuttered, gasping as (y/n) licked at her clit again, which was already swollen and aching.

“Then why does it feel so right?” (y/n) whispered, her fingers inching up to curl around the hem of Tiana’s panties, slowly rolling them down-exposing Tiana’s pussy to the stale cold air of the broom closet. (y/n)’s eyes darkened at the sight and she let out a soft groan, burying her face beneath Tiana’s skirt again, her tongue wide and flat as she tasted Tiana’s pretty pink pussy, moaning. “you taste fucking delicious,” (y/n) gasped, her eyes dark with desire as she looked up at Tiana who was grasping onto the wall behind her for balance, gasping helplessly as she looked down at (y/n), her deep brown eyes almost black.

“(y/n)-“ Tiana whispered-nay-whined and (y/n) full force buried her face into Tiana’s pussy, licking and sucking her clit and cunt with abandon, her hands holding the back of Tiana’s thighs tightly-feeling the creamy smooth skin under her calloused palms as she shuffled forward on her knees, almost desperate to taste more of Tiana.

Tiana moaned and trembled and cried out as (y/n) ate her out like a woman starved, her knees shaking as she braced herself back on the wall, panting heavily as her body burned from the heat of it all, the broom closet growing stuffy and hot as (y/n) lapped at her cunt and sucked her clit, (y/n)’s tongue smooth yet rough against her and Tiana thought she might cry from how good it all felt.

(y/n) did something with her tongue and Tiana’s legs did give out, (y/n) caught her and held her up against the hall, and that made Tiana even more lightheaded, feeling (y/n)s strong arms hold her up almost effortlessly as her tongue circled her clit. Tiana moaned loudly as (y/n)’s tongue kept fluttering on her clit and her hands fly to (y/n)’s hair, holding tight as she let her hips move with the feeling of (y/n)s tongue-everything so overwhelming and kinda scary but oh fuck it felt so good.

“(y/n)-I can’t-ah!” Tiana moaned, panting heavily, her cheeks hot from the pleasure as (y/n)’s left hand trained around Tiana’s thigh and dipped between the folds of Tiana’s pussy, licking her cunt broadly before slipping a finger into Tiana’s tight cunt, groaning.

“virgin?” (y/n) asked and Tiana blushed, then nodded, glaring at the smirk on (y/n)s face before she buried her face in Tiana’s pussy again, licking and sucking her clit almost desperately as her finger began to pump into Tiana’s cunt, slow and easy, groaning against Tiana’s clit as she felt her finger being clenched tight by the warm slick walls of Tiana’s virgin cunt-god she wanted to do so much more than eat her out and finger her, but (y/n) would take what she would get for now.

Tiana gasped heavily and whined, rocking her hips into the feeling of (y/n)’s tongue and finger, her fingers curled tight into (y/n)’s hair and her brows furrowed together as she felt a bit twist in her lower belly. “(y-y/n),” Tiana gasped, moaning as she spoke, her jaw trembling. “i-I feel-ah-I, I’m-I’m gonna-“

(y/n) groaned against Tiana’s clit, slicking up a second finger with Tiana’s dripping arousal and then carefully pushing it into her cunt, shallowly thrusting her fingers into Tiana’s tight cunt, curling it into her g-spot after a few thrusts. Tiana moaned loudly, lightning jolting up her spine and her thighs clenched around (y/n)’s head, her head knocking back against the wall. “I’m gonna-!” Tiana didn’t even have time to warn (y/n), her orgasm rushing over her like a tidal wave, her vision going black as her ears rang, lighting rushing from her pussy to the tips of her toes and then back up to her head. it was like a head rush but waaay better.

(y/n) kept sucking Tiana’s clit and Tiana whimpered, yes whimpered, and pushed (y/n)’s head away, slumping back against the wall as her vision returned to her after a solid minute. “Fuck,” Tiana panted out, her head knocking back against the wall again, breathing heavily as (y/n) slowly pulled her fingers out and then sucked them clean-something Tiana, unfortunately, didn’t see.

Eventually, Tiana caught her breath and looked down at (y/n) who was smirking up at her, her lips and chin shiny with Tiana's cum and Tiana huffed, knocking (y/n)s cheek with her knee. “that was…” Tiana trailed off, pouting as (y/n) giggled and pulled Tiana’s panties back up and got to her feet, letting Tiana’s skirt fall back into place.

“heavenly, blissful, fucking good?” (y/n) teased and Tiana rolled her eyes, putting her hand over (y/n)’s mouth and shoving her back, (y/n) laughing at the action. “you loved it~” (y/n) cooed and Tiana rolled her eyes again, pushing off the wall-yelping as her noodle legs got the best of her and (y/n) caught her, belly laughing as Tiana turned red again.

“Fuck you.” Tiana hissed, squeaking as (y/n) pulled her up and kissed her cheek, smelling herself on (y/n)’s face.

“my pleasure~”

-end-

I kinda wanted to do…more?? For this, but I lowkey have writers block for like-everything, c.ai has consumed my writer life. Anyway, hope you enjoyed~

[nonsensicalpineapple]

Fem Tomarry Sketches!

I didn’t use any references here so some bits are a lil wonky 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I like some of the things I did though so I might redo or expand on them later.

I drew a few bits based off this one fanart that was based on this one fic “Shiver, Lustre, Skin” by MonsieurClavier on AO3.

They’re kinda bad 🙈 but WHAT IM TRYING TO GET TO IS can someone please tell me who drew that fanart or show it to me somehow because I CANT FIND IT and I didn’t have a blog to save it to so I could look at it again but it was so good and I- I just wanna see it again 🥹😭😭

*cough cough* thanks 🙏

Edit: I FOUND IT 😝😝😝🥳🎉

And, bruh- I forgot her glasses on EVERY SINGLE drawing 😭😭

[riublack]

What's better than Tomarry? Right, Fem! Tomarry!! 1!

[vivihar]

Fem!Tomerus

Tom would be covered in blood and Severus would leave kisses from her neck to belly until Sev is on her knees, then Tom would press her fingers to Severus' lips and make her lick all blood from it. Severus would lick the blood and swallow it as if she had been thirsty for days.

[19agbrown]

So... randomly, today, I decided that I was going to try to make myself look like I was from the 1940's... which, somehow, turned into me trying to make myself look like a female Tom Riddle (though the hair looked much better before I started rifling around to find my Slytherin tie), so... here's the results... I named it Theresa Riddle.

[isabob]

Doodles

[nottsangel]

Tom riddle being low key obsessed with your ass. That’s it. That’s the request.

tom’s hands always instinctively wander towards your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before possessively resting it there. he doesn’t care where you two are— even when in the presence of others in the slytherin common room, his hand trails down from the small of your back, down to the plump flesh. “tom! we’re in public.” you hiss through clenched teeth, eying him with a stern, disapproving expression on your face. “i am aware. no need to state the obvious.” he replies icily, not even bothering to meet your gaze as his piercing eyes remain fixed ahead.

and during sex, his favourite position is for sure doggystyle, with your hands tied behind your back by a cute, pink ribbon. he’d push your head deeper into the plush pillows with one hand, while the other harshly smacks your ass until the red imprint of his hand is visible on your delicate skin. his brutal, relentless thrusts leave your head spinning as you drool all over the satin sheets, his hand possesively squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. “mine. you’re all mine and mine only.”

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[coryosbaby]

Mascara || T. Riddle

Fandom: ‘Harry Potter’

Pairing: Young! Tom Riddle x fem! Ravenclaw! Reader

｡.｡ ♡ Content warning . Public sex, praise & degradation, cum play, sub! Reader, dom! Tom

Notes: set in modern day Hogwarts. I never thought i’d want to fuck Voldemort but here we are.

Your feet patter softly against the tile floors of Hogwarts, a book clutched tightly in your arms as you make your way towards the school’s library. It’s a rainy night, incredibly quiet and empty. The other students are at dinner, and you’ve decided to skip out to study for your OWLs. When you open the big wooden doors to the library, the smell of printed ink and old pages invites you further in.

The first thing you notice, when you close the doors behind you and take sight of the room, is that the librarian, Madam Pince, is no where to be found. She must be on her break.

The second thing you notice is the boy sitting in the darkest corner of the room.

You know of the familiar brunette— of course you do. Who wouldn’t? Tom Riddle is a popular slytherin well known for his cunningness, his intelligence, his ability to speak native tongues— and sometimes, his temper. A ravenclaw yourself, you try to steer clear of him. Slytherins usually don’t take politely to anyone outside of their house. Not to mention the fact that you scored the top of your class, with him coming in close second. You suspect that he hates you for that.

He catches your gaze, brown eyes with the resemblance of a serpent. He looks back down at his book, seeming bored.

You let out a breath of air.

You slide your book into the return bin, timidly moving to the shelf about Potions. Snape has been really hassling you lately on your grades, and you really need to turn your B+ into a perfect A. Your fingertips skim over the leathered binds, reading title after title. A voice behind you makes you jump.

“If you’re studying for Snape’s final, I’d recommend ‘Advanced Potion Making’. It will tell you all you need to know.”

His voice is an angelic lilt, though you know that is not in any way what he resembles. The fact that he’s helping you stumps you into utter confusion, and heat creeps up your neck. You nod to him as you begin searching for the book.

To no avail. Your eyes search every bind, every word, but your focus has been diluted because of Tom speaking to you. He sighs, almost annoyed.

He appears beside you, much to your surprise. You nervously bite your lip as he finds the exact book he recommended and pushes it into your hands.

“Chapter nine. I would’ve thought a girl of your ranking in our class would know this already.”

Your brows furrow, embarrassment coursing through you as he sits back down and resumes his tasks. You nervously fumble with the book.

“Thank you.” You reply, because you had been taught proper manners. He scoffs, flicking through the pages of his book. You can’t read the title, though the cover is quite off put ish and dark. Perhaps he had snuck into the restricted section.

“Don’t.”

You frown, though your mind is peaking with curiosity. He seems rude, but he was trying to help you. Maybe there’s something nice under there, after all. Your body is stiff as you sit across from him at the table, silently pleading to God that the boy across from you won’t put a nasty hex on you.

“You don’t have to be rude, you know.”

It slips out of your lips, quiet and unsure. Tom’s eyes narrow at you.

“And as well as that, you don’t have to sit across from me.”

“Perhaps I want to. Perhaps you need a friend.”

“A friend?” He chuckles dryly, his gaze travelling down to your robes. You try to ignore the heat creeping between your legs. “We aren’t going to be friends.”

His insinuation is thick, dangerous. Your heart pounds out of your chest at this unexpected turn of your study hour. You gulp, looking down at the pages.

“Very well then. But since I’ve already sat down, I might as well continue my book here.”

“Or we could continue this conversation in my dorm room.”

He says it smoothly, with no fear or utmost insecurity.

“What?” You blanch, stuttering on your syllables. Tom smirks.

“A smart girl like you, and you can’t even comprehend a single sentence,” he says, his body beginning to move out of his chair. “‘S pathetic, really…”

You breath hitches as his tall form towers over you. Your fingertips grasp the sides of your chair as he leans in close.

“Tom,” you start, warningly. He quirks a brow.

“No?” He questions, and then after a moment, staring into your doe eyes, it dawns on him. His mouth forms into a grin. “Oh, you want it here, don’t you? You want it right here.”

His lips brush just inches over your pouty lips, and you wonder how in the hell you got into this situation and why this slytherin boy is making such a sudden move on you. But knowing Tom, it’s probably out of boredom. Out of the desire for a hook up.

You don’t mind it. Not really, not anymore, because all your protests are ripped away from you when he presses his lips to yours. It’s not tender or sweet, it’s full of sharp teeth and unfiltered lust. His hands rest on your chin, gripping your head so you can’t escape his kiss— can’t escape him.

Your tongue is about to graze his lips when he pulls away. His fingers grasp your shoulder and pull you up to your feet. You stumble, your legs shaky from just a couple of kisses. You gasp when he spins you around and presses your face against one of the nearest bookshelves. His big hands wrap around your wrists and hold them behind your back.

“I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. Do you understand me?” He whispers, his hands reaching down to lift up your robes. “If I do, I’ll leave you here drenched, your clothes gone, with your holes freshly fucked and on display for the entire school to see. Do you understand me?”

You nod instantly. You know that these aren’t empty threats; when Tom says he’s going to do something, he’ll do it.

When he pulls up your robes, taking in the sight of your pretty pink thong, he lets out a sharp breath.

“Prepared, weren’t you?”

You let out a whine, knowing that no, this wasn’t intentional. Tom just caught you on a specific type of day. But looking on it now, maybe the universe was being in your favor when you decided to pick out the flimsy undergarment.

Tom slips the hem of your robes into your hands.

“Hold it.” He commands, and you’re quick to comply.

His hardness presses against you, clothed still but his robes are lifted so he can rut against you in his briefs. It isn’t long before he’s pulling them down past his thighs, his cock sprinting up into the air as he places himself against you once again. You can’t help but drip with need, canting your hips back against him. His cock presses in between the seam of your ass, and you rub against him like a bitch in heat.

And just like a bitch in heat, you purr.

“Tommy..” you let out, and his grip on your hips tighten. “Please?”

He scoffs at the nickname, though his bottom lip is caught roughly between his teeth and he’s trying to contain himself. He wraps his hand around his awaiting length, parts your thighs with the other, and slides his dick up against your throughly aroused pussy.

He’s warm, sticky. You wish you could’ve seen him before this, seen that thing that feels oh so heavy between your legs, but it’ll have to wait. Hopefully, there will be a next time.

When he slides in, it stretches you obscenely. This isn’t your first time, but there’s a burning sensation as he enters you. He’s got the perfect amount of thickness and length to pull a moan deep from your throat.

He doesn’t start slow. His hips smack against yours at a rapid pace, small grunts leaving his silky lips as he uses you like a common whore. Your hands grip your robes and the bookshelf at the same time, trying to keep steady as Tom fills you to the brim. He noses along your jaw and leaves wet, open kisses there. You mewl when he bites down harshly and sucks a mark into your skin.

“Such a tight little cunt you have,” Tom breathes, his fingertips bruising your hips. “Look at you, such a slut for my cock. Does it feel good? Tell me, tell me how it feels.”

Your thighs squeeze him, your mouth gaping open in utter ecstasy. Your words are caught in your throat, but Tom is quick to force them out of you with a spank to your ass. You moan, your forehead pressing against the bookshelf’s wooden edge.

“Yes! Yes, it feels so good…” you slur, entranced by the spice of his cologne and the feeling of his girthy length splitting you open. He grunts, bucking his hips into you with vigor.

“And I bet it’s the best you’ve had, isn’t it? All those other boys can’t do it for you. I’m the only one that fucks you this good.”

It’s true, and when his cockhead hits a spot deep inside you that has you keening, your legs quiver and your brain turns to jelly. Tom’s fingers place themselves around your neck and squeeze so hard that your vision blurs at the edges, and you’re enthralled by the fear that courses through your veins. He’s playing your life in his hands like it’s a shiny new toy.

He fucks you like a madman as you gasp and beg for air. Tears spill out of your eyes, salty and wet and Tom takes notice.

“Crying?” He sneers, pounding you so hard that you’re sure the bookshelf will leave bruises as it presses against you. “You’re pathetic. A pathetic, filthy little girl.”

“Mmmhhh..” you cry out. Your eyes roll back as you utter incoherent sounds. He growls.

“Do you want me to cum inside you?” And then, with a harsh grip on your hair, “I want to hear you say it. Beg me. Beg me to fill you, whore.”

Your eyes shut tight, and your hands clasp around his wrists as he loosens his grip on your throat.

“Please,” your voice is a gasp as you finally get oxygen unto your system. “Please, Tom, f-fill me up. Cum inside me.”

A small, throaty groan escapes his lips, and with one last desperate thrust he’s spilling balls deep inside your drooling cunt. His cum spills over the cusp of your used entrance, and when he’s done fucking it into you he pulls out with a sharp exhale.

You can feel his cum spill out of your raw fucked hole, the creamy fluid dribbling down your thigh and dripping onto the carpet below. Your clit throbs mercilessly, still devoid of any attention, but Tom is quick to put a stop to that. He drops to his knees, then, and it’s a surprising gesture that you didn’t expect. He doesn’t seem like the type to get on his knees for anyone, let alone you. But his tongue lolls out of his mouth as he spreads your knees and catches his cum into his awaiting mouth. He licks up your hole, circling your clit with practiced precision. You let out a guttural sound when you hear the obscene noises of the cum spilling out of you, along with Tom’s mouth slurping at your cunt vigorously. He works at you over and over, and you clench when you feel yourself nearing your high. It’s almost embarrassingly quick, but you’ve been denied so long that you need to do it and you need to do it now.

“I’m going to…” you gasp out, as he rubs circles into your clit. He lets out a loud grunt against you, his mouth working harder. “I’m cumming—god, I’m cumming!”

Your orgasm washes over you, hits you like a tidal wave in the middle of an incredibly large ocean. Tom works his tongue and lets you ride out your high, and he sighs and pulls away from your pussy when you come down.

He’s gathered enough arousal to fill his mouth generously, and he kisses you flat on the lips. His tongue slides against yours and you can taste your shared arousal on him. You whimper, licking desperately at his salty spend, and it’s messy and sloppy and absolutely depraved. His teeth nip at you as you swallow it all down.

You’re dizzy, on shaky legs. You turn around, finally getting to see Tom’s face coated in your slick and his cum. He grins at you, and something twists in your gut so primal you feel you might burst.

“Better get to studying, Miss Y/L/N,” he says. “It’d be a shame if this missed study session made you fail your OWLs.”

[azrakaban]

A Little Longer - Mattheo Riddle X GN!Reader

A/N: OH MY GOODNESS ME. Sorry I've taken such a long break from writing, if I told you all the things that have happened in the past two months you honestly wouldn't believe me LMAO

Warnings: cursing, yelling, soft Mattheo I think? lmk if i missed anything xxx 

Note! I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, if I've messed up anywhere, please feel free to correct me! But please do it nicely guys <3

The wind nipped at your face, chilly and biting as you wrapped your scarf tighter around your face. You forced your eyes to look into the swirling sky, where your poor boyfriend, Mattheo, sat frozen to his broom. 

Watching house Quidditch games was the highlight of every month for Hogwarts, but it made it supremely less enjoyable when the weather was unpleasant. And, as a particularly dark cloud decided to let fall a rainstorm, it became decidedly worse.

You craned your neck back to watch him above you, barely hearing whispers of what he was saying as he yelled instructions to his team members. 

Mattheo had been pushing the team hard all season - it being his first year as captain, he did not want to disappoint. You rememered the long suffering look Enzo gave you in the common room when Mattheo was dragging your friends out to train at 7am. 

As you watched, Astoria flew over your head, flanked by two Gryffindor chasers, who managed to throw her off, causing her to drop the Quaffle. She swore, sighing as they sped up towards the Slytherin goalpost before giving chase, but not quick enough to reclaim the Quaffle before another goal was put through the post, making the score 20 - 230 

You noticed Mattheo's expression darken further, and sighed. He would likely be in a bad mood later. 

Your eye was then caught by a sudden burst of movement on the other side of the pitch, where Potter and Draco were neck and neck in a dive for the Snitch. 

Draco raised his hand, victorious with the snitch clutched in his hand, yet the Gryffindor end exploded in cheers. With the score now at 170 - 230, Gryffindor had still won by a large margin. 

The Slytherins around you were all sighing and shaking their heads as they all made their  way out of the stadium. You had agreed to meet Mattheo at the Slytherin locker room, so you made your way there.

 As you approached the door though, you heard yelling. Pushing it slightly ajar, Blaise caught your eye and mimed cutting his head off quickly, clealy telling you to leave. You nodded, leaving swiftly and heading back to your empty dorm. 

About 45 minutes later, Mattheo turned up in your dorm, hair slightly damp from the shower, and, spotting you, promptly came over and lay his head in your lap. 

"Heya bubs." You smiled slightly, looking down at him. "Hey." He mumbled dejectedly.

"We lost." He groaned, messing up his curls. You lifted a hand and started gently playing with them. "Yeah, this time. But there are still going to be other games, you don't lose everything from this game, okay?" You replied soothingly. 

"But it was our first game, my first game as captain, and I blew it. I pushed them too hard, and I blew it." He sighed. "I wanted to win this for them, to prove that I could do this, be responsible, make it work. And it just..." He lifted a hand and let it drop onto your sheets. "I failed them, and it's not even their fault. I yelled at Draco for catching the snitch, even though that was the best thing to do..." 

"You didn't fail your team." You interrupted him. "Sure, you lost a game, Mattheo, but all captains lose games! It's part of playing, you make mistakes, and you learn from them. PLus, you guys were playing into the wind, the Gryffindors had the weather behind them. Now, if you wanna say that the weather is your fault, you're gonna start sounding a little self centered..." You giggled slightly, and an amused huff escaped Mattheo. 

"Yeah yeah, okay, I get it." The pressure lifted off your thighs as Mattheo moved to sit back against your pillows, opening his arms for you. "C'mere sweetheart, wanna hold you, please." He asked, giving you puppy eyes. 

You immediately caved and moved forward towards him, letting him cuddle you like a teddy bear. 

"Thank you."  He sighed after a few moments of holding you, drawing patterns on your back with a fingertip. "What for, silly?" You looked at him, confused. He chuckled slightly. 

"Grounding me, not thinking I'm a dick, just being an all round awesome person to date?" He shrugged. "For letting me rant about this shit." He squeezed you slightly. 

"No worries, idiot." You smiled, kissing his cheek. He gasped in mock horror. 

"Idiot? That's what you call your suffering boyfriend? WOW, okay, WOW, I see how it is." Mattheo mock glared at you, gently shoving you away. 

"Aw come on, don't be like that." You laughed slightly as he pulled you back into his arms. 

"I should go apologise for being a Class A dick to the team shouldn't I?" He sighed, looking at you. 

"Yeah, probably." You nodded, squeezing his hand. Hd pulled you a little closer. 

"Not yet though. Wanna keep holding you just a little longer..." He muttered, pulling you back into the nest of pillows with him.

A/N: Writing was shit, may delete later <3 Sorry for this miserable attempt at feeding u hungry people, love you all!

[deadghosy]

Slytherin boys react to you being taller than them in heels

Requested by @daddiesgone

Tom Riddle

Honestly doesn’t care at all.

He still holds power, he has that aura.

AN AURA OF AN ALPHAAA *cough cough* sorry. But yeah he think you look lovely in heels

No matter how tall you are that intimidates people. He has the scary presence 

Mattheo Riddle

Probably says “I’ll climb that tree!” 😭

Either way, he finds you hot asf since you are taller than him

He digs it a lot honestly

Literally brags at how you could be in the WNBA 😭

Draco Malfoy

I feel like he would be slight insecure at how much more taller you are than him in heels

He soon gets over it, don’t worry he won’t verbal or physically put you down.

He would just muster some courage of his own and be out with you in public in pride

Like a true malfoy

Theodore Nott

Honestly he thinks you two are two a W tall couple

Honestly finds you hella more attractive in heels.

Would literally point to you and be like “yeah my gf is a goddess..what about yours?”

He’s literally so petty and funny

Lorenzo Berkshire

A little overwhelmed since you were taller than him already without heels

But that doesn’t change the fact he still loves you though!

He loves his tall princess

Probably goes heel shopping with you more

[natti-ice]

tom eating you out with his parselmouth skills ♡.

18+ mdni

Tom’s tongue game is unmatched. Him being a parselmouth gives him a leg up when it comes to controlling his tongue. He can manipulate and move it around in ways no one else has before. His tongue can flick against your clit so fast it almost becomes a vibrator, he can make you cum so fast without really putting in any effort.

[cisusnar]

Mary Riddle (named after her grandmother)

[riublack]

It's fem Tom Riddle, yaaai

[nottswitch]

doll.

summary: you had finally convinced Tom to take you to the Restricted Section. however, the outcome might not be something you had originally planned.

pairing: tom riddle x fem!reader

warning: 18+ smut, cockwarming, oral (m receiving), throatfucking, gagging, mentions of nausea (no actual vomiting), slight choking, orgasm denial? ignoring?? I think that’s all, if I missed anything, let me know!

wc: 3.3k

a/n: listen. listen. this man has been in my head for the last month, and recently he decided to come into my dream? that’s just rude, so that’s what you get as revenge. this fic is also a result of my pent up frustration at life rn, so do with that what you will. also, this is my first time ever writing smut and writing for tom, so pls let me know if it’s any good and if I shall continue on the path. enjoy <3

You had finally done it.

You had finally convinced Tom to take you to the Restricted Section with him. After the whole month of begging almost every day, he agreed, albeit awfully begrudgingly, but you were on cloud nine nonetheless. He told you some stuff about his late-night visits to the library from time to time, but you were always burning for more information, considering your own striving for knowledge. He always said the same thing, that he appreciated your effort, but if you could stop trying to make him abuse his Prefect’s power and possibly lose himself the position, it would make both of your lives easier. But you persevered and were finally reaping the rewards, sitting next to him at the table, with a stack of ancient books in front of you, sometime far after midnight.

What you didn’t expect, though, was how absolutely fucking irresistible he would look merely existing. The books were taken out, the first one was flipped through and now they sat on the table, long forgotten, as you just stared at Tom, almost devouring him with your eyes. To be fair, the sight of him was truly divine – his face calm and concentrated, hovering over a particular book he had been studying for the last week, distracted simply to switch to his journal and take another note. His hands resting on the table, holding a quill, scribbling down lines with his exquisite handwriting… They were sinful, those hands. You had to get ahold of at least one. His left hand was in the process of mindlessly caressing the corner of the book with his middle finger when your hand slowly creeped towards it. You lightly brushed your fingertips along the outer part of his hand. No reaction. You started drawing circles along the whole area, skimming along his wrist and thumb. Nothing. You decided to go further and began intertwining your fingers together.

Finally. A sigh.

And he didn’t even look. His hand grabbed yours and put it away, back on the table. And nothing, absolutely nothing changed about the focused expression painted on his face. That was really annoying, but also… hot, in a way? Almost as if he was playing hard to get. You were already aroused just by looking at him, but his silent rejection made you nearly desperate. Your panties were pretty much soaked, and he, quite literally, barely lifted a finger.

Before you could gain control over your hand, it moved dangerously close to his thigh. You put your hand a little above his knee and gradually advanced higher and higher up his leg. Only when you were caressing his inner thigh did you hear another sigh. Tom raised an eyebrow and turned his head a couple centimeters in your direction, his eyes still on the book.

“What?” he asked, the tone of his voice only ever so slightly irritated. His composure remained intact. He wasn’t even fazed by the fact that you were so close to grabbing him through his pants.

“You look so handsome like that, you know?”

You made your best attempt to lace your voice with saccharine seduction. Your hand kept stroking his inner thigh, inching further and further up with each stroke. The only thing he did was thoughtlessly nod, as if he forgot about your existence immediately after asking the question.

You started getting frustrated and even more turned on. You moved your chair closer to his and began caressing his shoulder, brushing your fingers along his neck when they reached it. You slowly moved down to his back and arm, your nails applying some pressure on his body so that he could feel them scratching his skin even through the fabric of his shirt. It had always been one of the rare things to grab his attention, and it worked this time as well. He sighed, closed the book with his finger between the right pages and turned his head to you. His expression was that of mild annoyance, his eyebrow raised again.

“What exactly was the reason you’d been begging me to bring you here? Would you care to remind me?”

You lowered your gaze and your hand on his shoulder stopped, but just for a second. Then you continued, thinking that there was no return at that point and at least you had a chance, now that his attention was on you.

“Knowledge,” you admitted.

“And what kind of knowledge are you trying to soak up right now?”

His eyes flicked towards your hand still massaging his shoulder. You rolled your eyes and shifted in your chair at the mention of the word “soak”. But it was time for drastic measures. You stood up to crouch next to him, so that your mouth was right at the same level as his ear. Your hand moved to his inner thigh again, traveling up to his crotch and back. You felt him harden under your touch and the mere fact brought you immense amounts of satisfaction.

“Come on, Tom, love, we both know what I want right now,” you started whispering, your lips nearly touching his ear. “You. I want you. On the table, on the floor, against the wall, it literally doesn’t matter. If you don’t take me right here, right now, I will die.”

The look on his face didn’t change in the slightest when he grabbed your throat with his right hand and guided you from his left to his front, tightly squeezed between him and the desk. You stayed in your half-crouched position, trying your hardest not to tremble in the knees. The corner of Tom’s mouth lifted ever so slightly while he silently studied your face and body. His grip on your throat tightened when he lifted up his hand, causing you to straighten your half-bent legs. He shot a commanding look at his lap and, guided by his hand, you climbed there, sitting down and sighing as you could finally relax your already aching knees. But your state of relaxation didn’t last, as he abruptly spread his legs, causing yours to shoot open as well and your ass to be left hanging in the air. In order not to fall to the ground, you had to lean back on the desk, propping your front upwards, towards him.

His hand moved from your throat to the hem of your skirt. With quick and methodic movements Tom rolled it up, tucking it behind the top part of the skirt, and spread your thighs even further with a firm press of his thumbs. You felt a heatwave of embarrassment wash over you as he evaluated the state of your panties, an amused smirk tugging the corner of his mouth. A spot of wetness was wonderfully visible and on display. His eyebrow went up and down as he looked up at you, brushing his thumb in a feather-like touch along the still covered surface of your cunt. You threw your head back, partly because you didn’t want to meet his eyes, partly because your own eyes rolled to the point you couldn’t see in front of you and you could barely hold in a moan as myriads of goosebumps spread throughout your body just from this simple touch.

“Look at me.”

Tom clearly didn’t appreciate the lack of eye contact. You clenched your jaw and looked back, met by the sheer intensity of his stare. The stare that had all the power in the world to melt you into a puddle at any given moment. He brushed his other thumb over the same place again, watching your face carefully as you tried to keep your composure. Didn’t help. Your bit your bottom lip, but a sound escaped you nonetheless. Tom’s smirk widened.

“Let’s see,” he quietly muttered, pulling your panties to the side. Your cunt was already slicked and throbbing, which was even more embarrassing, because he looked like he was an inspector evaluating the goods. The smirk faded from his lips as his finger rubbed against your folds, barely spreading them apart and not reaching the clit to provide the much-needed sensation. You couldn’t help throwing your head back again, almost drawing blood from the pressure of your teeth against your bottom lip.

“I said. Look. At. Me.”

Tom uttered every word in a clear, emotionless voice, but it was the very thing that meant trouble. You looked back and the intensity of his stare only grew exponentially. He reached your face with his hand and grabbed your cheeks between his thumb and index finger, squeezing them, so that your lips formed into some sort of a pout.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. Keep looking until I say you can stop.”

You quickly nodded, intimidated by his frigid dominance. His hand went back to your cunt. He slid his fingers deeper between the folds, lightly brushing against the clit. Your hips jerked up as they tried to follow the path of his fingers, but his other hand held you firmly in place, not allowing a single extra bit of pleasure. He slid them back once more and then the middle one slipped inside you, up to the very base. A jolt of pleasure shook your body, as strong as the feeling of disappointment when he quickly removed the digit. You tried to whine but another look from him quickly shut you up. Tom raised his hand, rubbed his index, middle finger and thumb together and then separated; a sticky string of your wetness was a connection between them and a blatant manifestation of your arousal.

“Soaked. Just like I thought.”

The slightest hint of a smirk returned to his lips as his fingers reached your mouth.

“Open.”

Each of his words was stern, not leaving room for any disobedience. You opened your mouth and Tom pushed two fingers inside, pressing at the entrance of your throat and instantly making you gag. He kept his fingers there for a moment while you clutched the desk behind you to stop your body from shaking as you kept gagging, but not daring to push his hand away. A couple seconds later, when he saw you were on the verge of giving up, his fingers slowly traveled back out of your mouth. You tightly wrapped your lips around them and sucked your slick off, knowing that it was exactly what he wanted you to do. After leaving your mouth his fingers cupped your chin, as his thumb glided over your lips, covering them with the rest of your wetness.

“Now,” Tom leaned back on the chair, looking you up and down, his voice suddenly smooth and enticing, but his gaze still intense, “I see you are rather bored here with me, doll.”

When he said the word, you knew that the next part wouldn’t be so much for your pleasure as it would be completely for his. It wasn’t a meaningless pet-name for him, no, it held value. It meant that you would be treated exactly like a doll: mindless and limp. He saw your eyes widen at “doll” and a faint smirk was on his lips again: he was aware of the connotation and so were you.

“And to save you the trouble of a wandering mind, I am pleased to announce that I have a much better use for a doll like you.”

He waited to continue for a minute, letting you absorb the information and your thoughts fill with speculations. His hand brushed a stray hair from your forehead, him seeming just like a caring boyfriend for a moment.

“Kneel.”

You slowly stood up from his lap, feeling your stretched out limbs relax and almost fail to hold you up, and lowered down to your knees in front of him. From this point of view, he was even more attractive, compellingly so; it was worth it standing on your knees on the cold stone floor of the Restricted Section just for this sight alone. He slowly started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, almost as if he wanted you to enjoy the show. You drank up every single movement of his slender fingers as he pulled down his pants and underwear just enough for his cock to bounce right out, against his lower abdomen.

“You like what you see, doll?”

You fervently nodded, your mouth salivating just at the thought of being able to suck him off right then. He saw the fire in your eyes and scoffed, shaking his head.

“It is no ordinary pleasure that I want from you now, doll.”

He beckoned you to move closer and you eagerly did, your face just mere centimeters away from his length. Your breath quickened as you thought about the implication of “no ordinary pleasure”.

“Now, give me your hands, doll.”

You lifted your hands and he wrapped his belt around them, tightening it to the point when it started to hurt and you knew it would leave deep marks on your wrists. Then, you tried to position yourself in a way that would allow your hands to support you, but you could only reach the floor with your fingertips.

Tom ran his fingers through your hair, in a touch almost gentle and soothing, and then suddenly yanked you up and forward, straight onto his cock, thrusting his whole length into your mouth, the tip reaching the very back of your throat. You lifted on your knees and violently gagged at the feeling, your hands inadvertently flying up, trying to push back, but the belt didn’t let you make any substantial impact. He held you firmly in place while you kept quivering and making gagging sounds, him clearly enjoying seeing you in this state. Slowly, you adjusted to his cock filling your whole mouth and your body went weak as you lowered back down, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. You tried to look up with just your eyes, not being able to move your head; it hurt too much, so you lowered your gaze, the only thing in front of you being his lower abdomen. As you tried to shift in your place, you felt a whiff of the chilly library air against your soaked panties and the sensation drove you nearly through the roof.

“Now, doll, you have to stay like that while I keep going with my work. A fair warning out of the goodness of my heart: it might take a while.”

You blinked, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that this could continue for another hour or two. Your head was held back by the edge of the desk cutting into your nape, so you weren’t able to move at all. You were completely at his mercy, he could do literally whatever he wanted, but he chose not to do anything. As soon as he let go of your hair, he went straight back to his book, taking notes as if nothing had happened.

Time went by painfully slowly. The constant feeling of him in your mouth and throat overwhelmed you to the point when you started to twitch at times, shifting your weight to get any semblance of friction against your aching core. The position you were in didn’t allow that at all, your head being stuck firmly between the desk and his body. The most irritating thing about the whole ordeal was the fact that Tom ignored you completely, fully absorbed in whatever kind of studying he was doing. You tried to get his attention a couple of times by producing incoherent sounds and trying to tighten your lips around him, but you quickly understood that there was no use. You tried counting seconds and minutes, but your mind gave up when you reached fifteen. The only things you could think about were his cock and getting something, any type of pressure on your clit. Your wetness soaked through your panties and, you were pretty sure, was dripping down your thighs, creating a small puddle on the floor underneath you.

You didn’t know how much time had passed before you finally heard the book shut. You almost shuddered at the sound, your pupils dilating and your breath accelerating, probably close to the speed of light. Tom leaned on the back of the chair, looking down at you with one of his smirks of the devil himself. His hand ruffled your hair, pulling at it to slightly lift your head up and shove it back down, as if he was trying to gauge if you were still alive. At the sound of your muffled groan he raised his eyebrows, amused.

“The doll has some life left in her. What a pleasant surprise. You look perfectly splendid like that.”

You groaned again, the sound coming from somewhere inside your chest. You desperately wanted to look up, but your head was still pressed in its place. Tom scoffed, messing with your hair once again.

“The time has come for some more… customary activities of ours, don’t you think?”

As if you could answer. You tried to nod, but the edge of the desk only further cut into your nape, making you wince in pain.

“The doll seems to agree. Pleasure.”

He moved the chair a bit further from the desk. With more space you could finally properly breath, so you shifted in your place, your stiff legs aching as you had to follow the movement of the chair. Tom’s hand gripped your hair and pulled you upwards, releasing almost the entirety of his length from your mouth apart from the tip. The sudden emptiness made your throat clench and you felt nausea building up rapidly, although the feeling had no time to develop as you were quickly shoved down again, your nose nearly crashing against his body. Tears gathered in your eyes sprayed all over, your lips stretched even more than they already were and you prayed the corners of your mouth wouldn’t crack. The tension building up in your core was begging to be released as you were being thrusted up and down again and again, the tip of his cock stroking the back of your throat again and again, causing you to produce the most sinful gagging sounds known to man. You tried to balance on your tied up hands, but your fingertips just barely brushed against the floor as your whole body moved in unison with your head. Tom barely made any sound, a heavy breath occasionally escaping his lips. He threw his head back, his eyes closed, while you took him whole at the mercy of his hand.

At last, you felt his thrusts speeding up, sensing his release. After a couple of especially violent ones he let out a quiet groan, and you felt his hot semen filling you up and spilling down your throat as he pressed you all the way down. Your breaths were heavy but barely audible, his cock still stuffing your mouth to the brim. Tom heaved a deep sigh as you felt his grip on your hair loosening. You didn’t dare to move until he pulled you up, lifting your head with his finger on your chin, looking straight into your eyes. Your vision was blurry from tears, more of them running down your face and dripping down to the floor as they slid off your jawline. Your lips were swollen and you couldn’t properly close your mouth yet, panting in quick and dry breaths. Tom smirked, taking in the sight of your utter destruction.

“A broken doll. Truly a sight to behold.”

He leaned back on the chair again, pulling up his underwear and zipping the pants. Then, he bent down, taking your hands gently in his and undoing the belt. His fingers made their way across the deep red marks on your wrists, caressing them with utmost attention.

“You have been a very good doll for me tonight. Now, what do you say to spending the night in my dorm? The doll has to receive her rightful reward.”

my masterlist

[distantdarlings]

NO ONE LIKE YOU // t. riddle

RATING: R / 2.1K WORDS

Tom Riddle x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* (Thank you to @orphicmortala for the request!) After having a very difficult meeting with his followers, Tom decides to take some frustrations out on you. He ends up getting a little too enthusiastic. (Smut, Angst)

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! (For the first part), piv - no protection, hair pulling, oral - m!receiving, mention of blood, Tom is kind of mean, rough sex, (very slight) pain play, dom!Tom, Reader eventually uses safe word, language, not fully proofread, fem reader (lmk if I missed anything)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Animal - Troye Sivan

- - -

The final light of day flashed through the Head Boy’s dorm room. It cast a honeyed glow around you for only a moment before pitching the whole world into blackness. When the sun disappeared behind the mountains along the edge of Hogwarts, it was always a very quick descent to dark. It wasn’t very gradient, just sudden.

Almost as soon as the light had dissipated, the door flew open, nearly hitting the stone wall behind it. You shot up from the bed you were lounging on. A chilled wind blew in from the hallway, sending wild flickers through the fire in the corner.

“Tom,” you breathed.

The man in question stood in the doorway, fuming silently. His jaw was clenched and ticking, his eyes dark and frenzied. You swallowed thickly at the animalistic energy pouring off of his body. What had happened?

He slammed the door shut behind him, a slight flinch shocking through your body at the loud sound. He stomped across the room, barely paying you any mind. He came to a stop in front of the blazing fireplace. His hands began roughly ripping some papers. You got to your feet.

“Tom?” you called gently, waltzing over to him. Your hands reached out to press a comforting touch to him when he turned abruptly.

“What?” he growled. You stepped back, dropping your hands immediately. He had never looked at you like this before. The fire in his eyes nearly reflected the blaze within the stone in front of you.

“I–I’m sorry, I was just…”

“Darling, I’m sorry,” he sighs, blowing air through his nose. “It’s been a rough day.”

“What happened?” you asked, stepping closer to him again. You wanted to comfort him. A small groan leaves him as he tosses the remains of the shredded papers into the flames. Your eyes flickered to the fiery confetti, wondering what it once had been.

“What was that?” you ask, finally coming to place your hands on his shoulders.

“Nothing, do not worry yourself with matters of the Knights,” he whispered.

“What can I do to help?” you ask, staring up at him with such quiet adoration. His eyes found yours, basking in the innocence pooled within them. He could hardly bear to see you so concerned with him, especially when his anger came from such a vile source. Those pathetic boys tried to impress him by insisting they’d found new information for him and presented it before the whole group. They’d laid out more information of his lowly bringing-up, discussing new details about his mother they may have found.

He’d slammed his fists on the table, demanding to know why they’d been looking into his family history. They had immediately snapped their jaws shut, unsure how to respond. Perhaps they’d thought he’d be happy with them for finding more information on his parents. He couldn’t care any less about his worthless parents. All he cared about was his plans. He thought that had been obvious, but apparently, these boys had thought otherwise. He was in a mind to completely expel them from the group and obliviate them.

“My love,” he whispered, placing a gentle but firm hand beneath her jaw. He’d never loved, and he never would. You knew this well and accepted it for what it was—you and Tom weren’t ‘dating,’ but he was yours, and you were his. It wasn’t necessarily love, but it was in your own way. You couldn’t really explain it, but you both felt it.

“I need you, darling,” he whispered against your ear, placing his lips to the skin there. You felt the electricity humming beneath his flesh. Your lips shuddered a bit in anticipation. You nodded, accepting him into you.

That was all he needed to roughly grab your face and press hot, fast kisses to you. He satiated his every need against your tongue, taking what he wanted. You sighed against his lips, feeling the way he shattered you and held you together.

He walked you back to his bed and let you fall down against it. He kept you pinned beneath his weight, his hands hungry and wanting. They gripped and spared you, leaving hard, peppered bruises in their wake. He was always rough with you, fucking and biting and choking. He didn’t make love, and you didn’t want him to. You’d come to him for the dark passion he exuded through his body. If you’d wanted something gentle, you’d have looked around Hufflepuff. That wasn’t an insult to your house, of course. You just knew exactly what you wanted.

His hands came up to rip the front of your shirt open, ignoring the way a button or two flung across the room. He’d get you a new shirt later. A low groan sounded in his throat as his fingers tightened around your breasts, kneading them with his long, deft fingers. He placed his face against your chest, inhaling deeply and pressing painful bruises on you. You whined at the feeling, beckoning him away from your pained skin.

“Shut up. I’ll do what I want,” he growled, continuing to mark you as painfully as before. His sharp teeth seared into your flesh, pulling blood to the surface and occasionally past it. When he finally pulled away, a small drop of bloodied saliva dripped from his lips as if in slow motion. You sighed at the visual, the heat beginning to pool rapidly between your legs.

He crawled up your body, quickly unbuckling and pushing his belt through the loops in his trousers. When it was free, he slid the button through its slit and shoved his pants down to his knees. He dropped his bottoms and released himself against his stomach. The hot skin was reddened and beating with his heart. You gasped at the sight, wanting to feel him within you so desperately.

“You know what to do,” he groaned. He curled fingers into your hair, roughly shoving your face toward him. You glanced up at him through your eyelashes, watching as he panted in anticipation. His pupils were blown wide, and his lips were parted, a hint of your blood still tattooed over his perfectly white teeth. Fuck, he looked gorgeous.

As your tongue came forth to swipe over his length as slowly as he’d allow you to, you realized you wouldn’t be finishing with him anytime soon. He intended to go as far as you could and then some. The anger built up in his chest was enough for seven men, and he loved nothing more than taking it out on you.

“Ah, you perfect fucking girl,” he groaned as you took him completely into your mouth. Despite his size, you did your best to push him to the very back of your throat, allowing him to caress you in places you’d never been touched before. His hands were tight against your scalp, forcing you to stay completely still as he bucked his hips into you. It wasn’t comfortable at all, but the feeling of being able to please him had you staying planted in place.

“You always take me so well,” he sighed, head angled toward the ceiling. Your thighs pressed so tightly together you thought they might combust. He was so perfect. “No one like you, no one like you, no one like you…” He mumbled endlessly, pushing those words into your brain.

You wanted him so badly—all you could think about was him. All you could see, smell, hear, taste was him. He surrounded you, forcing you to take him in every way you could. Every sense was blinded by him. And that was just how he liked you—drowning in him.

He pulled you from him before he could finish. He wanted to finish within you, just as he always did. You knew him well enough to turn yourself around and ready yourself to accept him. He tended to follow a bit of a pattern when fucking you, one you’d started to catch on to. He never had to ask you for anything anymore; you just did it.

He flipped your skirt over your ass, revealing the lack of bottoms beneath. Another groan left his lips as he placed his fingers over you, working every part of you apart like clockwork. He moved you open, lathering you in your arousal, marking your insides with his claim.

When he removed his hand from you and placed both of them on your hips, you bit your arm, preparing for him to split you down the middle. No matter how often the two of you had sex, you seemed to never adjust to his size. He always had to move as slowly as he could to work you apart gently. Perhaps you were a bit more sensitive down there than others, but he was always patient. Except for today, it seemed.

With little more than a brief hesitation at the start, he slid himself into you all in one go. A strangled gasp left you at the feeling. He wasted no time beginning to pound himself into you. He cared nothing of the pathetic whines and screams coming from your lips. Your hands white-knuckled the sheets as you begged him to slow down, to be gentler, anything. He didn’t fucking care. He wrapped a hand into your hair, using it as a bit of leverage. He was going to take out every bit of pent-up frustration on this tight cunt.

“Fuck, Slytherin!” you shrieked, the tears beginning to roll down your cheeks. He stopped immediately, his hips halting inside you. As if he was in a daze, Tom blinked rapidly and shook his head a bit. It felt as though he had been under a spell, the way he had been fucking into you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he whispered. He gently pulled himself out of you, a pitiful whine leaving your lips. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

Hearing him say those words alone was enough to convince him how serious the situation was. Tom didn’t say sorry unless it was to a professor or to generally get someone off of his back. Usually, it was fake. This time, it wasn’t, and it rushed out of his lips before he could stop it.

He gently wrapped himself around you, slowly turning you and laying you back against his pillows. He kicked his pants down the rest of his legs and slipped the both of you beneath his comforter.

The cool green satin pressed softly against your hot skin, softly soothing it. He laid himself down behind you, his soft breath barely tickling the hairs on the back of your neck. Hesitantly, his hand slid over your stomach. It seemed as though he wasn’t sure exactly how to comfort you, but was trying his best.

“Darling?” he whispered against your back.

“I’m sorry, I just—”

“Don’t ever apologize to me,” he said. “I’m sorry that I…I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.”

A soft sigh left you. You’d never had to use your safe word with Tom before—had never even wanted to. Every aspect of the way Tom fucked had always intrigued you. The ways he handled you as if you were nothing to him but an outlet for his pleasure, the way he insisted on doing everything, the way he was genuinely concerned about your pleasure, despite himself. It often left you breathless.

Tonight, however, had been different. You felt less than you usually did when beneath him. Usually it was a nice feeling; like you were smaller, something for him to take care of. But tonight you’d felt pure hatred coursing through his body. You were scared that it was directed toward you.

“It’s not that, Tom,” you sighed. “I was worried that you were angry with me.”

His hands gently wrapped around you and helped you to turn toward him. His eyes watched you sternly. He wanted to put any affection that had built up inside him completely into you.

“I have never been angry with you—I was angry with my worthless fucking followers, always insisting they ruin my life in the most embarrassing ways possible.”

“Why would they do that?” You gasped, shocked that they’d even think of doing such a thing.

“They think that they’re helping or something,” he scoffed, jaw clenching. You could feel the anger radiating off of him.

“I’m so sorry,” you sigh, slipping your eyes shut. “I hope I didn’t upset you further—it was just a bit too much, I suppose.”

He nods understandingly, saying nothing more. The quiet and safety you felt when with Tom had you falling into a particularly deep sleep. Though you tried to fight it off, you could feel Tom’s eyes on you, watching as you slowly drifted off.

The last thing you remembered before slipping fully into sleep was Tom’s hand gently against your cheek, his cold thumb caressing a hair away from your face.

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