hey can you please do tom x hufflepuff reader hcs??
Tom Riddle x Hufflepuff!Reader headcanons.
(A/N: idk how this ended up being so long. i got carried away. i love tom. i love his complexity. i could write about him forever. anyways, enjoy:))
tom riddle and a hufflepuff reader would be damn near polar opposites, and there are a few reasons why i say this->
tom is a very reserved man, yet undoubtedly driven by an ambitious and power-hungry nature, always seeking dominance and control in every aspect of his life.
hufflepuffs, on the other hand, are known for their kindness, their loyalty, prioritizing the well-being of others over personal ambition.
tom riddle is the type of man who is not afraid to deceive others for personal gain, while hufflepuffs value fairness and honesty in each of their interactions.
not to mention how tom is emotionally restrained, rarely displaying vulnerability or empathy, while hufflepuffs are known for being emotionally open and expressing genuine care/understanding for others.
i believe tom would be rather annoyed by hufflepuffs, perhaps even put off by their loud, outgoing nature, but i also feel as though he would respect them more than other houses because they are known for being more by-the-book.
i believe this pairing would be WONDERFUL for him, and i’d imagine it’d go a little like this->
perhaps you and tom would be involuntarily paired up for an assignment, an unlikely collaboration that tom figured would be an easy mark for him.
originally, he’d find himself irritated by your constant cheerful and optimistic nature; finding it rather absurd that you weren’t at all fazed by his cold, cunning attitude.
there’d definitely be initial clashes between the two of you, disagreements of methods, but tom would find himself stunned as you met every one of his suggestions with a positive, passionate attitude, not daring to get discouraged or frustrated with him.
your unwavering optimism would be shocking to him. especially in the face of his calculated cynicism. it’d be then, that tom would be astonished by your dedication and genuine passion for learning, a rare quality to obtain.
his initial cold, guarded demeanour would slowly begin to fade.
tom would find himself beginning to pay more attention to you, his curiosity extending to outside the confines of the classroom.
he’d begin to wonder if your genuine kindness is truly authentic or merely a manipulation tactic, leading him to question the sincerity of your character.
which he’d only question because that’s the way his mind works.
he’d never known someone so open and genuine like you. he’d convince himself you had ulterior motives.
however, tom would quickly observe that your authenticity extended universally, and was not just directed at him.
your small acts of kindness and interactions with strangers became evident, and he’d witness your unwavering positivity even in the most challenging situations.
he’d notice how thoughtful you are, how you’d spend your free time maintaining the Owlery, ensuring it’s well-kept and sanitary.
he’d watch you from a distance as you continually brought the owls food and water, giving them attention and love which was something you did upon your own accord, without expecting any compensation.
it became clear to him that you did these things because you genuinely loved to do them, not because you wanted praise for it. and at this, tom was completely taken aback.
your radiant smile, capable of lighting up any room, would become a revelation to him, leaving him puzzled about how he initially overlooked this aspect of your character for all those years.
it’d be here that inner turmoil would begin to brew within tom as he’d have no choice but to acknowledge your ability to see the good within everything and everyone, and especially within him. something not many people are capable of.
as time passed, you couldn't help but notice a gradual softening in him.
during your collaborative sessions on the assignment, he became more receptive to your ideas, actively seeking your thoughts.
surprisingly, he started engaging in conversations beyond the project, asking about your day and exhibiting small changes in his demeanour that were entirely new to you.
tom was breaking, his walls slowly being chipped away by your infectious smile and enthusiasm.
the unexplainable shift in his perspective both intrigued and unsettled him, as you became the catalyst for awakening emotions he never believed he could feel.
he’d try to fight back, he’d try to get himself together, but it was useless. you were in his head, and there was no getting you out.
however, given the fact that tom struggles with showing even the smallest amounts of vulnerability, he’d try to be as subtle as possible with his interest in you. hoping that you’d eventually catch on.
perhaps he’d begin with small gestures, like gifting you a book on rare and beautiful magical creatures, saying that he noticed it in the library and thought of you, believing you might like it.
it would not go unnoticed by you just how considerate this was, and just how much he’d begun to take awareness of your interests.
you found yourself engrossed in the book, a sight that never failed to bring a subtle smile to tom’s face whenever he spotted you across the hall.
observing you immersed in the pages made him quietly content, often requiring a conscious effort on his part to break himself free from the captivation.
his brain would be screaming, “what the hell am i doing?” but he wouldn’t be able to deny just how much he loved seeing you enthralled by the gift.
the feeling was intoxicating, and wholly unfamiliar; he needed more. he needed to do more.
perhaps the next move he’d make would be to gift you a rare enchanted plant, after having noted your love for herbology.
he’d present the plant to you in a subtle way, saying that he’d found it while taking a stroll through the forest and thought you’d like it.
he’d go into details about its properties, its rarity and how to effectively take care of it, even though he knew you already knew all of this.
he knew you absolutely loved the fact that he cared for these plants just as much as you did. this was all part of his plan.
and of course, at this point, you’d have the hunch that he was into you; but being as perceptive and intuitive as you are, you’d know that pestering tom or trying to force him to admit feelings would be useless.
the man moves at his own pace.
so instead, you’d invite him to join you as you cleaned the Owlery, wanting to spend more time with him. the two of you would gradually become closer and closer, tom’s harsh demeanour fading away with the wind with each passing day.
and even still, tom hardly made any advances. tom hardly wanted to put himself in a vulnerable position. he wanted to be sure you wanted him before he ever revealed his intentions.
if he was touchy with you, he’d never insinuate it was because he’s into you. he’d kiss you on the cheek after walking you back to your dorm for the night, and then act like nothing ever happened in the morning.
and this might have annoyed some, but not you.
you understood that this is how tom was, and you admired him for it. you were entirely understanding. you wanted him to open up on his own terms, and you were willing to wait for him.
eventually, tom knew he couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore. he knew he needed to make you his. he knew he’d do fucking anything.
and this feeling would only multiply as he spotted you across the courtyard, speaking to a boy from your house.
your smile was glowing, your laugh was radiating, and the feeling this sight inspired inside tom’s heart could have been enough to ignite the entire castle into pure fucking flame.
whatever he was doing at this moment didn’t matter anymore, he only had one objective in mind.
making you his.
without waiting for you to finish your conversation, he’d interrupt, stating he needed to speak to you.
you’d smile, sensing his urgency, and follow him over to the far side of the courtyard, looking out at the breathtaking view of the faraway valleys and mountains.
as soon as tom was content with your seclusion, he’d cup the back of your head and crash his lips to yours, kissing you with enough fervour to make up for all the days and weeks and months he’d wished he’d have made a proper move.
pulling back, he’d meet your eyes. “i need you to be mine,” he’d whisper, as though the words scared him. “you’ve made me feel things i’ve never known possible, you’ve broken me down without effort. you are the most beautiful, genuine woman i’ve ever met, and i have been falling in love with you for months…i can’t hide it anymore, i need you…”
the words would be music to your ears, the joy unfathomable.
of course, you’d be his.
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svt fic recs list <3 - yjh, hjs & lee chan - sfw ver.
reader insert fics!! though, lots of these are ot13 writings, i am specifically recommending the jeonghan, joshua and dino sections!
✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩
note: i haven't made a fic rec list since i was a teen lol. i'm gonna try do 13 recs per list (cuz that's how many members are in seventeen :3) i've added my mini thoughts and i'm going to add lil song recs too!! these lists are partially for me to look back on too :d
✩ yoon jeonghan ✩
❥ jeonghan boyfriends habits - @odxrilove
*sobs in cute lil domestic actions* shut up i LOVE having my hair played with and attention on me and physical touch that isn't necessarily affection and yapping and being playful ahhh
❥ bf!jeonghan headcanons - @etherealyoungk
this is exactllyyyy the kind of s/o i want raaaaaaaaaaaa. teasing, playful, sweetheart, pouty, mature and a listener. this made me smile soooo much
✩ hong joshua ✩
❥ joshua boyfriend habits - @odxrilove
*cries in physical touch and acts of service* mORE hair touching??? are you trying to speak to my heart😭 shua really said "my handbag is your waist" (just one day by bts reference) with that last one*
❥ bf!joshua scenarios - @etherealyoungk
*punches wall in chef shua making reader breakfast* he's just such a sweetieeee. the intentional quality time is something i can sooo see him doing
✩ lee chan/dino ✩
❥ dino boyfriend habits - @odxrilove
*cries in physical touch and acts of service pt.2* as a shy person, i love when my friends order for me (or when there's a qr code lol) i think i'd pass out if someone pulled me by the loop of my jeans kjfdbdfb
✩ ot13 works (yjh, hjs & lee chan sections) ✩
❥ seventeen as boyfriends - @catboyieejeno
super cute, lengthy and detailed for all members! i was swooning and giggling over each of them hehe~
jeonghan's bits of physical affection coupled with noise effects highkey make my heart soar idk whyyy
shua being a gentleman but bro i'll be one right back at you >:)) skincare nights??? as a skincare girly i would loveeee that ahhh
hAND HOLDING WITH CHANNIE GRRR. i love when people listen to me yap (my friend listened to me yap about svt today haha). i agree with that last bit about chan giving confidence and reassurance. he already does that for me as a fan, so it would be amplified by 990211x~
❥ seventeen when you reject their kiss (as a prank) - @emocheol
hannie was such a little shit. of cOURSE he'd be dramatic and do a 180 on the situation so reader is being pranked
shua's reaction was so hot. it was a mature approach to the situation and my brain started barking kjgbkfa
chan's killed me. this poor kid is trying his best jgfdkb
additionally, hoshi and jihoon's made me tear up a bit :,) they're so precious to me
❥ sharing the bed with seventeen - @emocheol
jeonghan. let. me. spoon. you >:((( (i just wanna cuddle him)
cackled at the absurdity of joshua's with full acknowledgement that him reading to me would make me fall asleep lmao
oh no...dino...we'd both kick each other off the bed
❥ matchy-matchy with seventeen - @lovingseventeen
wanna play with jeonghan's hair so baddd. i used to do my and my friend's hair so much as a kid
i don't really wear rings, BUT FOR SHUA I CAN TRY!! (kinda want a ring like svt does in honour of them?! idk tho)
chan and i are gonna pull up in comfy matching set fits yeahhhh
❥ you ask to leave lipstick stains on their face - @gi4hao
getting lipstick stains back from hannie?? fuck yeahhh
flirty shua *blushes and kicks blanket*
damn, dino sounds like he's in heavennnn (he's soooo down bad lmao)
❥ things they left with you before leaving for tour - @seuonji
jeonghan being thorough and specific and intentional with his shirt choices
joshie writing letters arghhhhh. as someone who loves to write letters to friends (via text or on physical cards) this really speaks to my heart
channie's is sooo fucking thoughtful and i freaking love snacks and quality time at a distance is difficult so i love this ahhh
❥ svt when they’re clingy - @gyuslcve
jeonghan's AHHH. how am i supposed to say no to himmm🥺🥺
shua...hE'S SO SOFTTTT HNGHHGHG. back hugs are so niceee ahhh
spooning? forehead kisses? hand holding?!!?! with dino?!?! yess pls :,)
❥ hyper/calm dynamics - @cxffecoupx
calm reader, calm jeonghan. low energy us just chillingg
all of the above reader & shua. fuck yeah. i tend to adapt my energy to the situation, so chaos can unleash whenever heh :3
hyper reader, calm chan. i will look at him with equal parts embarrassment and endearment haha
additionally: i would hype the shit out of hoshi. no one would never handle us grrrrr ఇ◝‿◜ఇ
mini message from me: thank you for reading!! stay cool or warm wherever you're at!! take care of yourselves and treat yourselves to something yummyyyy~ ς(.>‿<)
ames' song recs: serendipity by bts (jimin), heaven by rm, same dream same mind same night by seventeen (vocal unit), yes or no by jungkook & our summer by txt
taglist: no one yet, but if y'all would like to be on it, pls comment :))
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Hello there! I was wondering if you’d write something about Arle with a fem reader who’s ovulating and is a lot friskier than normal. I’m currently ovulating and I can’t stop thinking about it. Also if you except anon name I’d like to be the 🦇 anon!
Hi!! I’m so sorry this is so late. I actually got to this around a week ago, but I realised it was only a week until it had been like a month since you requested, and I thought, well, if it’s anything like mine, then the same thing happens now too. Sorry if that’s weird idk I just feel bad for leaving it so long 😭😭 anyway, enjoy, and welcome 🦇 anon! I’m happy to have you, feel free to drop into my box more often!!
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Contents: fem reader, ovulating reader, multiple orgasms, arlecchino is good with aftercare too
Mdni, nsft utc!
Consider Arlecchino who knows you so well, she knows your cycle. She knows when you’re ovulating, when you’re needy for her. Consider that she loves to tease you, too, pretending she doesn’t notice your glances towards her fingers, or the drawer where she keeps her absurd amount of toys, just for you. Pretends she’s unaware of the way you squirm in your seat. You already know she loves saying things with a double meaning, too, making you think of things that you shouldn’t be thinking about, not in public, at least. She can’t stop the slight smirk on her face either when she makes that motion with her ring and middle fingers, giving you flashbacks of her fingers curling inside of you.
Think about the way she won’t even touch you until you’re begging. Begging her so much you practically have tears in your eyes from how needy you are. Only then will she fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked— until you see stars. And she won’t stop until you’re begging once more, though, this time, you’ll be begging to stop. You know she will, too, once she hears you beg nicely enough or say the word you both know will stop everything immediately. She likes pushing you, yes, but never past your limits.
That seems to be how you end up here, looking up at her with your bare chest almost heaving as her blackened claws trail up your leg. “Please,” you whine, your hand pathetically grabs onto her wrist, trying to move her hand to your dripping, aching cunt. Arlecchino’s response is to click her tongue, shake her head and capture both of your wrists with her one hand before firmly pinning them above your head with a murmur of “needy girl,” her eyes boring into yours. “We go at my pace, or not at all.”
She decides you’d look stunning with her favourite black ribbon tied around your wrists. So, she does just that, tying it tightly before giving a sharp tug to make sure you can’t escape. You feel the bed dipping as she moves, and you hear the opening of the drawer. Her charred fingers dance over the huge selection of toys as she hums, purposely taking her time to tease you just a little longer. She’ll never admit it, but she’s had every single toy custom made for you, every strap with the perfect curve to hit the gummy spot inside of your pussy every time, every vibrator with the perfect setting to elicit delicious moans from your lips. Eventually, she chooses one. Or rather, two. One vibrator, your personal favourite, and her favourite strap. A crimson red that fades into the same black gradient as the one on her arms (she’s always liked to pretend it was real).
She saunters back over to you, the bed dipping once more. Her low voice, one that reminds you of velvet, whispers into your ear, her lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “How many do you need this time, sweet girl?” The way she says ‘need’ instead of ‘want’ reminds you that she knows you so, so well. She responds before you can find your voice. “As many as I want, I think. Don’t you?” Your head nods earnestly, your hips lifting in invitation. Arlecchino doesn’t take her red crosses for irises off of you, despite her hands moving to strap the harness onto her fully clothed body. She’s always liked to fuck you with her clothes on and you naked, the only thing she’ll ever take off is her suit jacket, and it’s only so your hands won’t scratch it to pieces.
Her fingers finally make contact with your needy clit, making you gasp. You don’t miss the way her nails have been filed on that one hand, though you know that the second you bring it up, she’ll shut it down. “Soaked for me already, hm? Good girl.” Arlecchino begins by rubbing small circles, riling you up before she eventually turns on the vibrator, the buzzing ringing through the air. Your breath speeds up immediately when you recognise the familiar sound of your favourite one, and you whimper the second it touches you. She knows it isn’t enough for you, though. Not when you’re this needy.
Gathering your wetness with the tip of the silicone strap, she glides it across your slit before slipping it between your folds. She looks at you, raising a singular arched brow as she waits for you to signal that you’re ready. The second you do, she pushes her hips forward, letting your pussy accept it with ease. Already, your back is arching, and she hasn’t even moved yet. She starts slow, almost achingly slow, with shallow thrusts that make you whisper pleading words. She shushes you with her hand over your mouth before she pulls her hips back. You think she’s stopping, until she makes eye contact with you, and with a grunt, she slams her hips back into you, hitting your g-spot and causing you to cry out. Arlecchino pulls back again, only to repeat the movement. Her grunts are like music to your ears, and you wonder if it’s turning you on more than the actual movement, the way her lips part with every grunt, her one hand over your mouth, the other one pressing your hips firmly to the bed so you’re unable to move.
She speeds up quickly, until the bed is moving with every fast and hard movement. Your sounds are muffled by the palm of her hand, but both of you know the neighbours would be hearing you should she release her grip. As you approach your first orgasm of the night, thanks to her thrusting and the vibrations on your clit, your eyes fill with tears of relief and pleasure, only for your eyes to roll back when it crashes over you. Arlecchino slows down just enough to help you through it, glancing down at the creamy ring formed around the base of the strap before she continues the pace she was originally going at. You cum again, then again, until you reach your fourth, and by this point, Arlecchino’s suit jacket is indeed, off, even though your hands are tied. You manage to give the non verbal signal, three knocks on the wood of the bed, and she immediately turns off the vibrator, releases her grip on your mouth and slows into soft thrusts until she stops completely. The strap is pulled out of you with a soft pop, her breath just as heavy as yours.
You are well and truly spent, your naked body shivering from the power of the orgasms. Her hands, uncharacteristically gentle, unties the ribbon, letting your hands free. But she doesn’t let you move yet, no. Instead, she finds your favourite pyjamas, dressing you in them with a soft kiss planted to the crown of your head. She disappears into the kitchen wordlessly before coming back with your favourite drink, settling herself on the bed and pulling you against her before passing it to you. And of course, Arlecchino whispers sweet nothings as her nails trail lazy circles across your arm. Arlecchino is a master of many things, and your favourite thing is the way she makes you feel when she’s done giving you what you need.
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