#Bane of my existence (Tom Riddle)

[seagate-blog]

Just two dudes... being pals... standing ominously by the bookshelves silently judging

[sinsirellaxx]

Man I love your toxic Slytherin boys writings (I reread them as my bedtime stories every night since I found your account 🤭) but knowing my personality and temper, there's no way I would let their toxicity slide 😩🫸

Pls pls pls pretty pls will you write where we put them in their place and have them grovel and trail after us like a lost puppy? 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

Slytherin Boys – What they’ re like if you put them in their place

Warning: Toxic Slytherin boys 😌

A/N: Thank you so much! That is very sweet of you – hope you always have sweet dreams! 🤭 Honestly, same – I love a good temper! Hope you like what I have come up with! And sorry that some are a bit shorter than the rest! If you want a part two (for the groveling and trailing part) let me know! (I didn't include this here and I only noticed that it was part of the request now – so, sorry about that)

On another note: I've added Tom Riddle to the boys and will be doing so from now on! Comments are appreciated!

Mattheo …

… is shocked. He was used to always getting away with things, given the status he had attained through his family name – and his own actions. In his past relationships (or situationships) he had his girls practically kiss his feet and were ready to do everything for him and to him. But here you were, his first real relationship and apparently the boon and bane of his existence. You were getting ready for the party in your common room and had chosen a rather risky black skin-tight dress for that evening. Mattheo usually never cared about what his dates or girls wore – actually, he loved them to wear revealing clothes because he wanted to show off. But with you, he hated the idea of other people staring at you. He’d walked into your dorm room before the party – also something he had never done before – and immediately shook his head upon seeing your dress. “Absolutely not.”

You turned to look at him in confusion, closing the lip gloss you had just applied before putting it back into your make-up bag.

“You can’t wear that. The dress is way too short and – just no.” Mattheo glared as he looked you up and down. “I don’t want anyone to stare at you with like that. You’re mine –“

You scoffed loudly, fully erupting into a laugh as you stared at him with raised brows.

The frown on Mattheo’s face deepened as you walked up to him, placing your hand on his cheek as you slowly shook your head. It’s sweet you think you can tell me what to wear – because you can’t. You spoke smirking at him. And I’m not yours.So please get that silly idea out of your head. You can’t tell me what to do. You tapped his cheek slightly before walking towards your door, leaving Mattheo no time to react. The door closed behind you leaving him to brood in silence as he breathed through his nose, his hands clenched at his sides.

Well fuck.

Theodore …

… is kind of pissed but also kind of turned on. He can’t decide which feeling is stronger. You two have been fighting over you refusing to always tell him where you’re going and with whom. If he had asked nicely, you probably would have told him. But Theodore had been rude and controlling about it.

“You can’t just go wherever you want without telling me first. I need to know where you are and with whom you are.” The tall male demanded as he had you pressed against the door to your dorm room. He had waited for your arrival at the top of the stairs because he wanted to talk to you. You had ignored all his calls and messages, and he was livid with you – how dare you not answer him?

Upon seeing him you had rushed past him, with the hopes of closing the door to your room right in his face but he was quicker than you had expected.

You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time, obviously annoyed by his antics.

Fuck off. Get off my fucking dick, Nott.

Theo smirked, he loved when you got bratty. “No, but you can jump on mine.” He whispered against your ear as he opened the door to your room and pushed you inside.

Lorenzo …

… is speechless. Lorenzo Berkshire is known to have many girl friends falling for his prince-like appearance. He enjoys the attention and loves to feed his ego. It was something that you had to get used to when you agreed to be with him, but you eventually found your peace with it. You were sitting on Enzo’s bed with your phone in your hands, typing away and smiling at the screen.

Lorenzo noticed your smile and raised his brow as he watched your fingers move quickly. If not for the typing, he would have thought you were watching cute animal videos, but he was sure you were chatting with someone. He couldn’t help but ask, “Who are you texting?”

You didn’t answer at first, your fingers still moving until you finished your last message. As you clicked ‘send’ you lifted your head to look at your boyfriend. You told Enzo you were talking with your seat-neighbor about something funny that had happened in divination that day.

“Oh, is it Granger?” He added, growing slightly nervous because you left out the most important detail. Who was it, that made you smile like that at your screen? Lorenzo was known for being – well he tried to be – patient with you. He loved you after all. He had managed to be in almost every single class you had – except for divination. Ever since the beginning of the term he’d been thinking about it: Who were you sitting with? Were there many boys? Would you talk to any of them?

You finally answered him: Harry Potter. Enzo felt this weird warmth spread through his whole body as his heart started beating incredibly fast, his hands unconsciously balling up into fists to prevent them from trembling.

“You are friends with Potter?” He spat, putting special emphasis on the Chosen One’s name. Oh, how he hated that boy. You just nodded; your phone vibrated in your lap. Lorenzo ripped the phone out of your hand before you even managed to unlock the screen. “I don’t want you to talk to him. Block him.”

You just rolled your eyes at him and demanded him to give you your phone back.

“No.” He shook his head and stood up from the bed, already typing in your code he had managed to figure out from staring at your screen whenever you unlocked it.

“I don’t want you to have any male friends – am I not enough for you?” His voice raised a notch as he held you at arm’s length with his left hand while trying to open the messenger app with his right one. He clicked on the chat with ‘Harry’ and read through the messages, scoffing as he saw just how much you have been chatting with him. His face contorting in anger as he reread the messages from last night.

“You’re planning on going to Hogsmeade with him?!”

“Fuck, no.” He exclaimed loudly, rolling his eyes when you had finally managed to get your phone back before he could send whatever message he had typed in.

“You won’t go.” Lorenzo added with finality, glaring at you in hopes of intimidating you into submission.

He expected you to cry and get insecure, but he did not expect you to scoff at him, hands on your hips as you told him he couldn’t tell you what to do. You quickly grabbed your things and left the room not bothering to close the door after you. He could do that himself.

Lorenzo was too stunned to speak.

Draco …

… (almost) has a panic attack. Remember that scene in the bathroom in the sixth movie, where Harry finds him? Yeah – that kind of panic attack. You had just told him to leave you alone until he got his head out of his ass because he had threatened to break up with you if you didn’t break off your friendship with the golden trio. Draco would not have expected you to walk out on him – he usually always got what he wanted, and this turn of events completely threw him off. He gripped the front of his shirt as he gasped for air, the other hand combing through his hair as he paced through his room.

Rushing into the bathroom he splashed his face with cold water as nothing else seemed to help. When he finally lifted his head to look at his reflection in the mirror he had to accept the truth: He apparently needed you more than you needed him.

He would have to win you back. Even if he had to beg.

Blaise …

… would think you were joking when you told him you didn’t need him to protect you.

You were fuming as you pushed Blaise’s hands off, telling him that what he had done was completely wrong and uncalled for.

“Why are you mad?  I just protected you, doll. I saw the way he looked at you.” Blaise tried to reason with you. He couldn’t just sit still when another boy tried getting closer to you. Over his dead body. But you didn’t seem to agree with him as you shook your head in disbelief. “I didn’t push him away for no reason, did I?” He sighed, growing impatient with you as told him that there had been no reason to hurt the other boy. “Babe, I did it for you, you know?” And that was the last straw for you as you yelled at him to leave you alone. You are suffocating me, Blaise. This is over – we are over!

Blaise knew then that he had overstepped your boundaries. Again. He should have run after you and begged for your forgiveness right away. But he also knew that you probably would need some time to cool down. You’d be back in his arms soon, he was sure of it.

Tom Riddle ...

... would let you have your moment. Tom had been bored nowadays and he was actually intrigued to know how far you'd go and what you'd do exactly.

Tom is known to be an intimidating and bossy persona – he is the born leader one could say. Seeing as he is the oldest son of the Dark Lord that came as no surprise to anyone. Everyone had high expectations of him so he projected all that pressure onto you: You had to be perfect. Not what you deemed as perfect but what he thought was perfection. At first you let him control you, blinded by love and the attraction you felt for him. But after months of dating, and his demands getting increasingly more suffocating you have had enough.

Your complaints and worries, however, were met by indifference. Tom did not care. "What do you expect me to say?" He spoke lowly as he looked up at you from where he was sat on his bed.

You just blinked at him dumbfoundedly not sure what outcome you had expected.

"You knew what you were getting into, when I asked you to be my girlfriend." Tom tilted his head as he leaned back on his arms. "Now, if you have anything else to add to this ... very productive conversation, please, go ahead. If not, get on your knees."

There it was again. The hurt and the humiliation. He only wanted one thing and nothing else. But this time, you wouldn't let yourself be manipulated. This time, you told him to go fuck himself before storming out of his room.

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

It happens by chance, and while Harry wishes it hadn’t, this will at least clear up any lingering uncertainty for him.

There’s a skirmish between Harry and some friends from the Order and Voldemort and his Death Eaters, and a couple stray curses happen to catch him – one slices shallowly into his upper arm, the other sends him rolling across the ground. The upshot of this is that the left shoulder of Harry’s shirt is now in ribbons and hanging down around his waist, leaving his chest – and soul mark – bare to the world. Including Voldemort.

Who looks like he’s having one doozy of an emotion.

And that basically confirms the dark wizard hadn’t known, but right now Harry’s bleeding sluggishly and wants to go home and have a drink and pass out for at least a few hours, so Voldemort can rage on his own time. Everyone else from his side has already buggered off, so he’s not abandoning anyone if he does the same.

Unfortunately, the blood loss – while not severe – is enough to slow his reaction time, which leads to him apparating himself and the Dark Lord latched onto him to his flat. Not ideal.

There are a tense few moments of staring at the snake man, waiting to see if he’ll attack or start destroying Harry’s home, but when he doesn’t take advantage – when he just stares and frowns and stares some more – Harry decides he’s too tired for this shit.

“You are just impossible to ward out, aren’t you?” he sighs. The curse of being so physically and magically intertwined with the other man. (Well. And at the soul level, too, but he tries not to think of that.)

Voldemort yanks him by his uninjured arm towards the kitchen light that comes on automatically and stares at Harry’s chest, and the elegantly written Tom Marvolo Riddle thereupon.

Harry scowls when the staring drags on. “Oi, could you quit perving on me and piss off already?”

“You were never going to tell me?” Voldemort demands, ignoring Harry’s half-arsed attempt at distraction.

“Of course not,” he scoffs. “Why the Hel would I? Either you already knew and it didn’t matter to you, or you didn’t – and I wasn’t about to risk baring my soul to someone who has a history of wanting me dead.” He shrugs. “I’m reckless, not suicidal.”

Voldemort opens his mouth with an angrily indignant look, and Harry looks to the ceiling for patience before pulling out of the other man’s grip and opening his emergency bottle of firewhiskey, hidden in the pantry, because this conversation needs alcohol. He pours two glasses (his to the brim) because he tries to be a good host, even to the bane of his existence. And if Voldemort doesn’t want it, well, it’ll save Harry getting the bottle out again.

All throughout this, Voldemort is ranting at him. Harry tunes most of it out – he’s had to hear enough of the man’s monologues to know he doesn’t need to listen to the preamble; the meat of his diatribe won’t come until a couple minutes in, at least.

After he casts a quick episkey on the cut on his arm, Harry leans against the counter, watching Voldemort pace around his modest kitchen. He takes a long, slow drink, welcoming the fire flowing down his throat and warming his belly. And either the other man is taking even longer than usual to get to the point or Harry’s more exhausted and irritable than he’d thought, because he’s suddenly completely out of patience with this situation.

He cuts in boredly, “It’s not like it changes anything. It doesn’t matter.”

Voldemort is immediately before him, looming and enraged. “It matters to me!”

“Why?”

“I’ve waited decades for you,” he says vehemently, leaning closer in an attempt to physically intimidate or pin Harry in place.

Harry barks a harsh laugh. “You waited for a fantasy. You’ve spent my whole life killing and hurting the people most important to me. Some silly mark doesn’t change that – it doesn’t make it better, it won’t make me love you.” He takes a sip and rasps through the burn. “It won’t change who you are.”

“I never received a mark–”

“And that’s unfortunate. Clearly it affected you. But plenty of people don’t get soul marks and they don’t commit mass murder and incite civil wars.” He gives Voldemort a dismissive look, standing up straight and slipping out from between the dark wizard and the counter. He can almost hear the other man grinding his teeth. 

“You have no idea what it’s like, not having a mark,” Voldemort hisses caustically, face contorted in a furious snarl. “The contempt, the ridicule I had to endure. I was denied one of Magic's basic gifts and they took it as proof they were better than me, those worthless fools.”

It’s difficult to know how he would’ve reacted to not having a mark. His burden has been to have the mark of the worst possible person, and he thinks he’s handled it far better than anyone could’ve expected of him. Having no mark would’ve confirmed that he’s meant to be alone, that there’s no one out there meant just for him, but having Voldemort’s mark as Harry Potter essentially means the same thing.

“Maybe you mutilated your soul too much to deserve a mark,” Harry says in a fit of cruelty. Behind the wrath crackling in the other man’s eyes, he can see the misery bloom. As good as it feels to score a hit against Voldemort, he regrets it even more. And isn’t that the exact reason why this damn war has dragged on for so long?

(Harry pushes that thought away wearily.)

“You had choices, Voldemort, and you made yours,” he says quietly but firmly. “I’m making mine, and it’s that I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“This is not a unilateral decision,” Voldemort says, the frustration in his tone edging close to desperation. “Do my wants mean nothing?”

"Your wants." Harry slams his almost empty glass down on the table; his voice comes out dangerously even. “Alright then. Can you bring my parents back to life? No? How about Cedric, or Sirius, or any of the dozens of others whose lives you’ve cut short?”

Voldemort’s mouth is pinched shut, a thunderous frown on his face.

“Hel, let’s start small. Stop this war, swear to never harm another person and get your followers to do the same. You want me to care about what you want? Start by addressing all of that.”

“You ask this of me and promise nothing in return?” Voldemort says bitterly.

“That’s the bare minimum it would take for me to see you as anything more than a murderous, blood-supremacist monster. And I honestly don’t think you can do it, but feel free to prove me wrong.”

That puts an unsettling gleam in the other man’s eyes. Harry thinks back on what he might’ve said to cause that reaction and feels his stomach drop. Oh bother. He’d challenged Voldemort. Harry knows exactly how he'd react to someone saying that; apparently Voldemort is equally competitive (and motivated by spite – he should’ve guessed that).

“...If I am able to–”

“You won’t–”

“When I fulfill your requirements,” Voldemort arrogantly says, face intense. “You and I will explore our connection, and you will meet with me frequently to do so.”

And now Harry is in a quandary. If Voldemort does what he’s been asked, Harry will have achieved what he’s been fighting for all six years of his adult life; if Voldemort doesn’t, Harry’s no worse off than he was before. And he knows the dark wizard won’t give up his cause simply because his soulmate asked, but if Voldemort does…

“You do realise that your soulmate is me, yeah?” Harry clarifies, unnerved by the shift in the other man's demeanour. “You don’t like me. At all.”

“Nonsense,” Voldemort says, waving off Harry’s really very logical point. “We simply haven’t had a chance to become properly acquainted.”

“...Because you’re always trying to kill me.”

“Details, details.” 

Harry would very much like to strangle the megalomaniac who is still in his apartment. “...Uh-huh. Sure, you become a completely different person and we’ll talk.”

He sometimes forgets that magic occasionally disregards sarcasm. This appears to be one of those times, as the heaviness in the air snaps tight around them, signifying Harry’s flippant “sure” just turned this discussion into a magically binding agreement. Merlin’s pierced nipples. So much for intent over phrasing.

Catching sight of Voldemort’s smug smirk, Harry suddenly feels genuinely homicidal for the first time in his life. Sensing his non-existent welcome is well and truly worn out, Voldemort says, “I look forward to it,” and apparates away. Harry pitches a cushion through the space the dark wizard just occupied. It helps settle his irritation a little.

He drops onto his couch with a deep, bone-tired sigh and tosses back Voldemort’s untouched glass of firewhiskey. 

He wonders if he’ll feel disappointed or relieved when Voldemort realises he’d rather keep trying to subjugate Magical Britain than have Harry as his soulmate.

Three days later, the war ends.

[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~

[limetameta]

I need tombraxas fics and your opinion on it

I'm about to go OFF under the cut so beware

If you're looking for HEALTHY tombraxas I can offer you the following:

TOM RIDDLE HATES SOCIAL MEDIA

Summary: They're in high school it's modern au, the most dramatic thing that happens is that they know Walburga Black in person, who's trying to be an influencer. This is the cutest tombraxas I've ever written and I love it so gosh dang much. They're just so soft with each other and they love each other like lovesick teenagers can. Tom is a lil repressed and scared because he's a foster kid and Abraxas is a nepo baby and that's bound to create problems, but Abraxas is just so SAFE for Tom.

TOM RIDDLE THE IT GUY

To this day I believe I've peaked with this writing and that I'll never write anything funnier. Take the Riddle era kids, age them up, and shove them in a no magic office au. I'm laughing as I'm writing this honestly every time I remember this fic I giggle.

NOW IF YOU WANT TOMBRAXAS AS KIND OF THE DRIVING FORCE FOR PLOT, BUT SEEN FROM AN OUTSIDE PERSPECTIVE MAY I OFFER YOU:

KNIGHTS AND (PRINCES)SES:

Voldemort Wins the 2ND WAR AU - Ginny falls in love with Luna, but parallel to them Tombraxas is out here being divorced toxic and learning to reconcile because Luna is Voldemort's favourite student and Ginny is Abraxas' favourite student. I like this fic a lot. MAINLY because I love writing Voldemort wins fics that make Voldemort depressed.

THE ARITHMANCY FIC

Trans Harry AU. Abraxas is SICK AND TIRED OF DIVINATION. HE'S GONNA GET VOLDEMORT AND HARRY POTTER TO FUCK OFF WITH THEIR PROPHECY BULLSHIT IF IT'S THE LAST THING HE DOES. Featuring Voldemort being very domestic with Abraxas.

NUMBERED DAYS

Every adult in Harry Potter's life has failed him as a mentor figure. Enter Abraxas Malfoy, who's like I BET I CAN SPEEDRUN my man Tom winning this war and not having him deal with Harry Potter - I'LL BECOME A PROFESSOR AT HOGWARTS! SECRET MARRIAGE TROPE, VOLDEMORT AND ABRAXAS DISS DUMBLEDORE FOR HAVING A GAY RELATIONSHIP LONGER THAN HIS ONE SUMMER ROMANCE ASS. Harry Potter is not harmed. Who knew that was an option???

SNAPSHOTS

This is a story of tombraxas as told through a series of moving photographs.

RUIN

The first time I ever wrote a fic with tombraxas in it (Abraxas doesn't appear, but Voldemort talks about how that peacock man can get it)

it's old 2016 writing tho so beware.

YOUNG SNAKES

Albus Dumbledore gets sorted into Slytherin and how this changes the course of his life. Tom/Abraxas are side characters but they're together and it's clearly stated in text.

TOM RIDDLE SR.

Tom Riddle Sr raises his son. His son is gay for the peacock man, but this story focuses more on the father son dynamic than on them.

SIBLINGS

Hermione time travels to the past and acts as Tom's sister. Tom is flustered by Abraxas lots in this fic and they are together.

NOW ONTO MY MORE EXPERIMENTAL WORKS THE ONE WHO BRINGS COLOUR

Voldemort dies as per canon but he winds up in a hellish world devoid of colour and his senses. As he travels farther and farther out and gains more of his senses, it isn't until he finds Abraxas that colour returns to his life. I like this fic a lot.

THE CHANGELING

Tom Marvolo Riddle (the human) is switched at birth with a fairy changeling. The Fairy AS TOM RIDDLE grows up in muggle london and goes to Hogwarts and has a liaison with Abraxas and becomes Voldemort and all that. Meanwhile Tom Riddle (the human) grows up in the Fairy world and fucks shit up for the Unseelie Queen. I like the prose in this one a lot.

AWARENESS

Voldemort and Abraxas in this fic are not endgame but they are together. Endgame for Voldemort is finally being happy and healthy. For Abraxas it's Minerva. The two of them are still very much clearly codependant on each other and very open, and they do fuck.

AND NOW!!! FOR THE CREME DE LA CREME, FOR THE OP OF ALL MY TOMBRAXAS FICS, THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE, THE MAGNUP OPUS OF MY AO3

RETIRED PROMETHEUS

FUN FACT: The very first fic Abraxas ever appears in my writing, the one that set the precedent for all the other Abraxas in my works FIRST APPEARED IN Retired Prometheus - the LONGEST TOMBRAXAS FIC WRITTEN ON FFNET AND AO3 to date. This fic has truly taught me so much about writing. These two in this fic are so deeply convoluted and yet in love with each other in a very toxis way. I adore them. I adore the messiness, the codependence, the nobody will ever love you as I love you, my love for you is monstrous, but that's fine, I'll love you with all of my monstrous being. Everything that you see in the fics listed above this one CAME as a direct influence Retired Prometheus had on me. This is the OG. This is the abyss that stared at me and had me churning out Tombraxas fics for YEARS. This is the, even though I'm a terrible human being, I deserve to be loved, too, and nobody can do it better than you, you, Hercules, who've come to rescue me from myself, from my punishment from the Gods.

[gracexthoughts]

of violent delights chapter 2

round one

2 september 1995

Mattheo's POV

I'm late. Second class of the term and I'm already late. Not that anything important is done in the first lesson of term, just lectures about O.W.L.s and starting to make something of ourselves. Personally, I'll pass.

I move leisurely through the now empty corridors of Hogwarts as I make my way to McGonagall's class room. Some first year runs past me, probably lost, and I sigh. Everyone is always so happy to come back to the castle in the fall. Sure Hogwarts is better than being at home but I'm still counting down the days until I'm completely free. I reach the doors to the Transfiguration classroom and check my watch, 5 minutes late. I shoulder open the door and step into the classroom. At the noise, everyone's heads turn to me.

"Mr. Riddle! You are late. 5 points from Slytherin," McGonagall's voice cuts through the air.

"Apologies, Professor," I say dryly, kicking the door closed behind me and scan the room for empty seats.

"Well come in, let's not delay any further. There is an empty seat up here next to Miss Potter," McGonagall says, turning back to the papers in her hand. My eyes find the empty seat right next to Miss Perfect herself. I sigh and drop into the seat next to her, eyeing her carefully. Her jaw is clenches and her shoulders tight, clearly making an effort to ignore my presence.

Euphemia Potter. Gryffindor Princess and Little Miss Perfect. She and her brother are the most self righteous people I've ever met. When the Potters break rules, they win house points, awards and are called heroes; when Slytherins break the same rules, we lose house points and get our arses thrown in detention. Euphemia spends her free time running around with the Weasley Twins, setting pranks and causing havoc for the rest of the student body, in particular Slytherins. But the princess never gets caught and if she does, she just bats her eyelashes, tosses her auburn hair over her shoulder and is off the hook. Her brother isn't any better. I spent most of last term being blamed for opening the Chamber of Secrets (which I had never heard of in my life) but innocent little Harry Potter just happens to actually find it, kill a basilisk out of pure luck and starts telling everyone he saw the ghost of a young Tom Riddle, my late father. All just in time for the end of term. Two words: Dragon Shit.

I look at Euphemia out of the corner of my eye, watching her studiously listen to whatever McGonagall is droning on about. The worst part of Euphemia? She's drop dead gorgeous. Most of the guys in this school want her and she fucking knows it. And no matter how much I hate her, I can't deny that the curve of her figure, the fullness of her lips, and the way her auburn hair highlights the bright green of her eyes is about as perfect of an appearance as you can get. As she listens to the lecture, she fiddles with the ring on her left pointer finer and I catch a glimpse of the infamous lighting scar on her wrist, the one she shares with her brother. Although I don't understand why his is on his forehead and hers is on my wrist.

Euphemia and I have been at odds since our third year. Before that, she was quiet and more shy; preferring to study in the library and read more than anything else. I didn't like her then, but she was tolerable. She and her friends stayed out of my way and we minded our own business. Third year rolls around, however, and Harry comes to Hogwarts and all anyone can talk about is the Potter siblings. That year, Euphemia went from a quiet and studious person, to the bane of my existence. She'd joined the Quidditch team, quickly becoming an impressive chaser, and come out of her shell over the summer and suddenly guys wanted her and girls wanted to be her. Me? I just wanted to kill her. She got it into her head that I was the one trying to get some magic stone Dumbledore had hidden in the castle to bring back my father, as if I want that, and basically threatened me. 

Yes my father was Voldemort and yes, sometimes I use that fact to my advantage to get my way but I don't buy into any of the shit my father stood for. I may not remember him, but the scars on my mother's back tell me all I need to know about the piece of shit. I don't really care about blood purity or any of that crap but to have any kind of power in Slytherin, you better at least act like you do. Especially if your last name is Riddle.

Euphemia turns her head suddenly, eyes meeting mine as she raises her eyebrow at me. Shit, she caught me staring. I hold her eyes for a moment before turning back to McGonagall. She turns back to front too and sighs slightly, as if me looking at her actually bothers her.

After a very long and dry lecture by McGonagall about her expectations and plan for the year, the period ends. Euphemia stands quickly, moving to stand with her groupies. The Weasley twins-- I couldn't tell them apart if my life depended on it and they are equally irritating so really what's the point--stare daggers at me before they turn to leave the classroom with Potter. I sigh and roll my eyes, turning to my friends, gathered out in the hall. Elladora, Evan, and Theo are out in the hall. I make eye contact with Theo and give him and nod as I approach.

"Oh!" Elladora exclaims as she pretends to faint into Evan's arms. Evan and Ella laugh loudly. Ever since hearing the rumor that both the Potters fainted on the train yesterday began circulating, Ella has been relentless. She despises Euphemia more than anyone. "Salazar! How could anyone be so pathetic?" Ella turns to face Euphemia, whose face is stoic although her eyes are fiery. She levels Ella with a defiant stare and turns away rolling her eyes, seemingly unaffected.

"Aw you hurt the princess' feelings," Evan laughs cruelly, nudging Ella with his shoulder as we start making out way to the Great Hall for lunch.

"Good! She's so pathetic. Can you imagine fainting because you're too afraid of a dementor? Big and scary Potter is finally showing her true colors," Ella continues, laughing maniacally.

"Ella, stop! Dementors are horrid no matter how brave you are," Astoria pipes up, joining us in the hall. Astoria, unlike the rest of us, is friends with Potter and often defends her to the rest of us. 

"Still, it is kinda funny," Theo adds as we sit down at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall.

"You don't even know if its true," Astoria argues.

"So what? As long as it gets under the princess' skin!" Ella laughs with Evan.

"Get's under who's skin?" Lorenzo asks, taking a seat next to me.

"Don't ask," I grumble, not wanting Euphemia Potter to infiltrate my brain anymore than necessary.

"Euphemia Potter," Theo supplies to Enzo before turning his gaze to me as I grab some food from the center of the table. "What's got your wand in a knot? Sitting next to the hottest girl in school messing with your head already?"

I flip Theo off and take a bit of my apple.

"You're sitting next to her now?" Enzo asks, trying to hide his surprise.

"I got to class late. Only desk open."

"Matt, you're already gathering tardies? We've had two classes!" Astoria exclaims, looking at me disappointedly.

"Sorry, Mum," I retort sarcastically.

"So not only are you going to be doing rounds with Potter twice a week, but you're sitting next to her in classes now too?" Evan smirks, probably concocting a little story to entertain himself.

"He's going soft," coos Ella mockingly.

"Fuck off, Ella," I say, my temper starting to rise causing me to grind my teeth.

"They're gonna fuck!" Evan pronounces, causing Enzo and Theo to laugh.

"HA! I'll take that bet," Enzo laughs though a bite of food. I level Enzo with a glare, causing him to raise his hands in mock surrender.

"C'mon Matt, you can't deny you want a piece of that!" Evan outlines the shape of a woman with his hands, making lewd faces as he does.

"She's not a pie and you're disgusting," Astoria deadpans.

"Euphemia Potter is nothing but a spoiled brat. You can have my piece, Ev," I grumble, grabbing my bag and standing. I've had enough tormenting for one day and I still have to deal with prefect rounds tonight. I need some quiet. 

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Later that evening, I emerge from my room, needing to meet Euphemia for our first prefect rounds. I ignore someone calling my name as I make my way through the common room and push my way through the Slytherin dorm entrance. Standing, directly on the other side of the corridor, is Euphemia Potter. "Good let's go," I say curtly and continue walking down the hall. The first hour passes agonizingly slow. A part from a few words from Potter and some grunts of acknowledgement, we pass the time in tense silence. I watch the girl from the side of my eye. At some point during the day, she pulled her long auburn hair back from her face and into a ponytail but her uniform is as prim and perfect as it was this morning. 

"Stop staring at me," she says suddenly, not turning to look at me.

"I wasn't," I grumble. 

"Oh good, you can still speak. I was getting worried you had lost your command of the English language," she says, her tone haunty as her eyes flick to me for a moment. 

"Just not willing to share my talents with the likes of you." She rolls her eyes in response and turns away, peering down a dark corridor as we pass by. "Did you really faint?" I say suddenly and, to be honest, I'm not really sure why. She keeps walking but her posture stiffens as if readying for a blow. 

"You've barely made a sound all night and you open with that? What, have you been working up the nerve to ask?" 

"Did you?" I press. While I admit I do enjoy riling Potter up, there's a genuine curiosity there too. 

"Why are you asking?" She asks, stopping to turn to face me, her arms crossed over her chest. She looks up at me, her expression guarded and defiant. 

"Why are are you avoiding the question?" I challenge. Her jaw flexes as her eyes search my face and she takes a measured breath. 

"Yes, I did and I'm not ashamed. And no matter how much you and your friends try to make me feel ashamed I won't." Euphemia speaks quickly. I didn't actually think she'd admit it and I can't hide the smirk forming on my face. 

"Never seen you admit a weakness before, Princess," I chuckle, continuing our walk of the corridors. 

"Don't call me princess!" She snaps after me, trailing along in my wake. "And it is not a weakness." 

"Whatever you have to tell yourself, princess," I retort, enjoying the reaction I'm getting. 

"Did you even see the dementor? I bet it didn't even come close to you," she grumbles, catching up to me. I don't respond. Truthfully, my friends and I didn't see it and didn't even know why the train had stopped until we were almost at the station but I'll be cursed before I tell her that. "You didn't did you?" Euphemia continues to press, chuckling when I don't respond. "Godric, that is so typical of you lot. Making fun of things you know nothing about. Do you ever-" 

"Shut up, Potter. You don't know anything about me!" I snap, grinding my teeth. 

"Oh yes, and you know all about me, right? You know everything. The great Mattheo Riddle, who is smarter and better than everyone else. No one else could possible suffer because you have the monopoly on pain!" She rants, sarcasm and disdain leaking into her tone. 

"Oh like you know pain," I snap, "The Perfect Potters have it so hard! Everyone loves you and lets you do whatever you want." 

"You don't know anything about me or what I've been through!" She yells, turning to face me, anger and fire in her eyes. 

"Please! Don't give me the whole orphan act, I bet you don't even remember any of it!" I yell back. I raise my hand, waving it through the air as if to brush her off, but as I do, the perfect and fearless Euphemia Potter does something I don't expect. She flinches. 

Just a for a second, her shoulders tighten and she stiffens, as if preparing for a blow, and fear flashes in her eyes. But then its gone, hidden back under the mask of anger and loathing. I lower my hand slowly, examining her face. We watch each other for a long moment before she takes a step towards me, glaring up at me defiantly. "I remember plenty." 

She holds my gaze for a long moment before turning away and continuing down the hall. We walk in tense silence for the rest of our shift. As round the last corner, Potter turns to head up the flight of stairs on our left. "Meet me outside Gryffindor Common Room on Thursday," she calls over her shoulder as she stars up the stairs, not sparing a glance back my way as she walks out of sight.  

[darklorddiscourse]

I’ve been listening to some of my Tom Riddle podcasts on the drive to and from work recently. One of these days I’m just going to put a microphone in my car because I can’t help but comment on my favorite pompous jackass.

[duplicitywrites]

Some good possessive / simp Tom, please. I ache for it.

okay so... some of these are one-shots because i think those deserve more love. also i read ‘simp’ and that was all my poor brain could focus on so sorry if these toms are more simp than possessive sdjklgksl

putting them all under the cut!

Summer Loving by Dangereuse

M | 1.3k | complete | no warnings

an AU featuring a hot summer fling and a tom who's a dumbass in love

Tom’s been at the boardinghouse for just over two days before he sees the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen in his life. Lucius and he are doing a short tour of the Continent, in congratulations of Tom’s new Mastery in Curses and Enchantments, and this has been by far Tom’s least favorite stop, in some bucolic bywater in southern France.

OR

Tom falls in love and proceeds to fail at it.

Not As Smart As You Think You Are by Icefall

G | 1.4k | complete | no warnings

this one's mostly funny. tom would murder anyone else but harry who upstaged him (maybe he wants to murder harry too, but he would never)

Tom Riddle was sitting at his favorite table in the back corner of the Restricted Section, when Harry Potter walked right up to him, dropped into the chair across from him, and glared at him with an expression that said ‘I want to murder you.’

“You,” said Harry Potter. “Are not as smart as you think you are.”

make like a tree by asterismal (asterisms)

G | 1.3k | complete | no warnings

this one's just hilariously adorable. typical harry-goes-back-in-time-and-tom-gets-obsessed

In which Tom Riddle has been pining, and Harry needs to leave, suddenly. These things may or may not be related.

Beep Beep. What's That? Oh, It's a Knife by Wooly_Marmalade

T | 21.5k | WIP | no warnings

tom is a huge simp but he's also an assassin. this fic is hilarious.

Disaster of a texting fic where assassin Tom Riddle accidentally texts the wrong number about his evil deeds. They end up... surprisingly getting along?

Featuring: broke Tom hating the bourgeoisie and zoomer Harry making references Tom doesn't understand half the time.

Bottoms Up, Top Down by hypnagogia

T | 1.2k | complete | no warnings

i think it's telling that a lot of my bookmarks are tom being stupid and simp-y. this one is also a barrel of fun

They are now in their 5th year, and Tom is about to put the 5th step of his plan in motion.

Sex, of all things, will not stump him.

Hate Sex With a Simp by DreamingofSleeping

M | 2.9k | WIP | no warnings

this is just crack-y good fun!

Harry makes poor life choices and everyone else has a good time. Except for the Death Eaters.

They get stressed a tiny bit.

Falling For Someone (Long Gone) by goldenzingy46

G | 17.1k | WIP | no warnings

you could fill an ocean with tom’s sadness. chef’s kiss.

In a world where Harry Potter attended school with Tom Riddle, he went on to become a famous private detective. And when he needs to fake a relationship for a case...

...he asks celebrity sports player, Ginny Weasley, to be his bride, and Tom Riddle to be his best man.

(And then he forgets to tell Tom it's fake. Not stonks at all, Harry.)

Riddle v. Quidditch by caxandra

T | 2.9k | complete | no warnings

tom + quidditch = fun

"Quidditch is the bane of my existence."

Five times Tom Riddle goes to a quidditch game from Harry Potter's constant nagging and means it, and the one time he doesn't.

[tomionefinds]

Hi guys!! I was wondering if you might know some fics similar to Uxor Lucifera by LittleMulattoKitten or some other Demon Mate AUs? Thank you so much 🖤

Hey Anon,

Okay this just became a list. -JD Demon Tom

Uxor Lucifera by LittleMulattoKitten

E/Ma | WIP | 16k

“Listen, mate,” she started. “I don’t know who the fuck you are, or how the fuck you got into my flat, but you’ve got about two seconds to make your way through that door-” she pointed at the door she’d just entered through “-before I call the cops. After dealing with my cunt of a boss and Cormac and his creepy arsehole friends, I’ve had just about enough bullshite for one night, thanks. He’s being carted off to the hospital hopefully, go rob him.” Tomione. Smut. Demon Mate AU.

Unholy Trinity by Aneiria

E/Ma | One Shot | 4k

She told herself she had no choice.

No choice but to submit herself, mind, body and soul, to the two demons before her.

She did it to save her two best friends, after all.

But standing at the gates of Hell, she wonders if it was all really worth it...

What do you call a bad man? by Cassiopeia13

E/Ma | One Shot | 8k

Tom Marvolo Riddle is a bored aristocrat, who comes back to Britain to inherit his late father's fortune. During tidying up the book collection, he befriends a certain bookstore assistant, who proves to be a very intriguing little thing.

Demon Lord by WildKitsune

E/Ma | Complete | 6k

Hermione gets captured by the Death Eaters and is about to be sacrificed to summon their Demon Lord. Too bad for him that is exactly where she wants to be, they may not survive.

The Witching Hour by Spork_in_the_Road

E/Ma | One Shot | 12k

“It’s not haunted,” Harry said for the fifteenth time in the past ten minutes alone. “There are no such thing as ghosts.”

“Then prove it.” Draco Malfoy, the bane of Harry’s existence, smirked at them. “One night in Riddle Manor and you’ll change your mind.”

On a petty dare from Draco Malfoy, the Golden Trio agree to spend the night in the old, abandoned Riddle Manor. Whoever can last the longest in the supposedly haunted house without chickening out wins. Hermione doesn’t believe in ghosts, but as the night goes on, she can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to the Riddle family’s deaths than there seems, nor can she escape the feeling of being watched.

The non-magic, modern day, college AU nobody asked for

the best bad girls go to hell by Sighned_Anonymous

E/Ma | One Shot | 10k

Hermione Lovelace, aged 16, experiences her very first Walpurgis Night as a virgin offering.

Fallen by Nekositting

E/Ma | One Shot | 10k

“I will never agree to your terms, whatever they might be. There is nothing that you possess that I could ever want. Not if it comes at the price of my own purity.”

Voldemort released her and stepped away, his eyes never wavering from hers as she spoke.

Then, he smiled. It was thin, close-lipped. His eyes slanted and shrewd.

“Let us both hope for your sake then, Hermione, that that is not the case.”

Demonic Stake by WildKitsune

E/Ma | Complete | 15k

Hermione makes a bet with one of her students on the first day of class. Now she is dragged into a world of demonic intrigue and the best sex of her life. Will she find a way to free herself, or will she end up as Hell's newest queen?

Diabolus Est Cormeum by summersaults16

T+ | One Shot | 4k

Already on his deathbed, Hermione finds out the truth about her grandfather’s past and the price she must pay when the Devil himself pays her a visit. “I am called by many names. To most, I might be known as Satan, while others call me Lucifer, but for now…. You can just call me Tom.”

[tozettastone]

Ship meme: Hermione/Draco

For the honest ship opinions ask meme

I've seen this ship written and heavily shipped by some fans but I don't think I've ever actually read a Hermione/Draco fic end to end.

I feel like this ship is spectacularly unlikely given their "different ideological positions" in which Hermione thinks muggles are people and Draco does not. (Unlike e.g., Tom Riddle, I think Draco genuinely holds this position instead of finding it simply expedient to deny the humanity of whoever serves best at any given moment. Same outcome, different motive.)

However on the basis that it did happen, I think this would be a fun ship to write about. These characters could enable each other. They could each make the other Worse. You know I like that.......... :( I'm weak.

I haven't seen it done this way, but Draco is theatrical and creative and a giant pain in the ass, and I think that would really be entertaining to prop up next to Hermione's serious attitude, relatively quick temper and supreme lack of ruth. They would be very competitive and also they'd have a lot of fun. I choose to imagine Draco storming into his common room, throwing himself upon a chaise lounge and loudly proclaiming THAT WOMAN IS THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE and everyone except Crabbe and Goyle knows who he means. You know.

I don't think it would be the model of a modern healthy relationship but I do think it would be fun to read or write about, by a certain interpretation. I don't think fandom does this well. Haha. Ha.

[trordiscord]

Tomarrymort Quidditch Event - Hosted by The Room of Requirement Discord Server

Below is a Masterlist of all the fanart and fics made for this event! Thank you so much to everyone who participated. We can’t wait to host more events like this in the future!

It Was Worth It - by Just_amberr

In which Harry and Tom go to support Ginny during her first professional quidditch game.

More Inappropriate Uses of Broomstics - by Depraved Necromancer (BvinYa_Raama)

In which Professor Tom Riddle assigns detention to a particularly problematic student and finds himself getting caned in his own classroom instead.

Tom Riddle hates brooms - by FlyingLizards

Tom hangs out with his crush after a game.

Minister Tom and Quidditch player Harry - by Lolotaku

This is Fanart!

your love is my turning page - by thegreenmagician

Looking into the eyes of the one that had held his heart for the past seven years, Harry knew that he wanted to wake up to them forevermore.

As though I had wings - by StrangeHarbor

On the night before his last Quidditch game, Harry contemplates his future. Meanwhile Tom is running out of time.

Trick Me - by EmbraceTheFlamingo and ErisedKnight

Tom Riddle firmly believes that Harry Potter needs to be taken down a peg. Unfortunately for Tom and his plan, Potter has a tendency to be where he's not supposed to be, and know what he's not supposed to know. Somehow Tom finds himself in the situation he least expects, which requires him to spend more time with the two things he hates the most: Harry and Quidditch.

That time when Tom tried to fly on a broom - by Mediatruck

Tom tries to learn quidditch to impress his crush. This fanfic is CRACK! So.. cringe warning?

Riddle v. Quidditch - by caxandra

"Quidditch is the bane of my existence." Five times Tom Riddle goes to a quidditch game from Harry Potter's constant nagging and means it, and the one time he doesn't.

baby's first quidditch - by seesawthefourth

single dad tom riddle attends the toddler quidditch match and meets harry, the preschool teacher.

cam u kiss me - by Limonium

"I'd say it was a pleasure, but—" TM started to say. aintnosnitch Today at 1:28AM get rekt u grimy peanut we won so fuck off * Online games, boys and hopefully, a goddamn kiss.

In the Autumn - by wolf antlers (space_adventures)

Tom takes Harry to the Quidditch changing rooms for a birthday surprise.

How 'Bout Them Cannons?! - by TheLadyGia

Harry Potter knows what kind of stag night would be the ideal celebration for his best mate, so that's exactly what he plans for the large group going out to celebrate Ron and Hermione's impending marriage. While Ron loves quidditch more than pretty much anyone he's ever met other than Harry, the ginger has always had rather terrible taste in teams. Still, Harry can suck it up and watch some awful quidditch for one night if it means being a good best man. Harry didn't expect to be rewarded for his effort beyond a grateful hug from Hermione when he delivered Ron home safely for the night. He certainly didn't expect to find his soulmate, the one he'd been searching for years after his friends had all paired up, at a Cannon's match of all places. Looks like Harry got lucky in more ways than one . . .

run your hands over my skin (kiss the bruises and begin) - by MavenMorozova

The year is 1942, and Harry is the Seeker of the Slytherin Quidditch team. When he makes a rough fall, Tom is there to take care of him.

Your Biggest Fan - by rm_Mii

Minister for Magic Tom Riddle is secretly dating Quidditch Star Seeker Harry Potter.

You're a Broom Rider Tom - by NeuroWriter14

Harry and Tom have been rivals since they first stepped foot in Hogwarts at eleven years old. Now, seven years later, it might not be the rivalry that causes such heated emotions.

romantika kromatika - by hypnagogia

Today’s weather, according to Wizarding Wireless Network and as retold by his captain before the game began, is sunny; fine and dry, with temperatures ranging from 22 to 25 degrees out. The sky will be bright blue with smatterings of small white clouds, no signs of overcast. Harry doesn’t know if the blue part is true, has no slightest idea what blue looks like, but Hermione and Ron and Malfoy know what blue looks like and they did say that the sky is a nice blue today, so he supposes it is. Or: that soulmate AU in which everyone is colourblind until their eyes meet their soulmate's. Yep. We love clichés.

[ljones41]

"THE DARK KNIGHT RISES" (2012) Review

"THE DARK KNIGHT RISES" (2012) Review Seven years after it had begun, Christopher Nolan's three-movie saga about the D.C. Comics character, Batman, finally came to an end. The saga that began with 2005's "BATMAN BEGINS", ended with 2012's "THE DARK KNIGHT RISES".

The trilogy’s third film, set seven years after 2008's "THE DARK KNIGHT", began with the aerial kidnapping of a nuclear scientist by an escaped terrorist named Bane. The scene shifted to Gotham City, where a fund-raiser was being held at Wayne Manor. The only person missing was millionaire Bruce Wayne, who had given up his vigilante activities as Batman after claiming he had murdered former District Attorney Harvey Dent. During the fundraiser, Bruce caught a maid breaking into his private safe. She turned out to be a resourceful cat burglar named Selina Kyle. Aside from a necklace that once belonged to Bruce's late mother, Selina did not steal any other object from the safe. Curious over Selina's actions, Bruce resumed his Batman alter ego and tracked down Selina. He discovered that she had been hired by a rival corporate CEO named John Daggett to lift and steal his fingerprints. Bruce also learned that Daggett had hired the terrorist Bane to attack Gotham's stock exchange and bankrupt Wayne Enterprises. And along with Police Commissioner James Gordon and Wayne Enterprises executive Lucius Fox, Bruce also discovered that Bane was a former member of the League of Shadows and planned to continue Henri Ducard's (aka Ra's al Ghul) goal of Gotham City's destruction. Bruce asked fellow millionaire Miranda Tate to take control of Wayne Enterprises to ensure that Daggett and Bane will not gain control of their clean energy project, a device designed to harness fusion power. Re-reading the above made me realize that Christopher and Jonathan Nolan had created a very complicated plot. For me, the plot became even more complicated two-thirds into the movie. "THE DARK KNIGHT RISES" obviously exists under the shadow of its two predecessors - "BATMAN BEGINS" and "THE DARK KNIGHT". I would say that this especially seemed to be the case for the 2005 movie. Batman and James Gordon's decision to lie about the circumstances behind Harvey Dent's death in the second movie had a minor impact upon this third movie. But Bruce's relationship and later conflict with Ra's al Ghul seemed to be the driving force behind his conflict with Bane in this third film. I had heard rumors that Christopher Nolan was initially reluctant to make a third BATMAN movie. Personally, I found that rumor a bit hard to believe, considering how "THE DARK KNIGHT" ended with Batman accepting the blame for Harvey Dent's crimes and death. But there were certain aspects of the script he wrote with his brother Jonathan that made me wonder if he had truly been reluctant. There were certain aspects of "THE DARK KNIGHT RISES" that I found troubling. It seemed a pity that the second movie ended with Batman and Jim Gordon's decision to lie about the circumstances behind Dent's death. I found their decision annoying back in 2008 and I still do. The impact behind their lie proved to be hollow. It merely kept Batman off Gotham City's streets and led Mayor Anthony Garcia and the city to pass a strong anti-criminal law that proved to be hollow following Bane's arrival in Gotham City. I also found Bane's mid-air kidnapping of a nuclear scientist and escape from a U.S. marshal (portrayed by Aidan Gillen) rather somewhat idiotic. I understood that Bane needed that scientist to weaponize the Wayne Enterprise device.  But I never understood why that U.S. marshal failed to take the trouble to identify the hooded prisoner (Bane) before boarding the plane.  In the end, the movie's opening sequence struck struck me as unnecessarily showy. Was this the Nolan brothers' way of conveying Bane's role as a badass to the audience? If so, I was too busy trying to comprehend the villain's dialogue to care. I understood why Batman had not been seen in Gotham for so long. But what was the reason behind Bruce Wayne's disappearance from the public eye?  His physical state was not really that severe.  Rachel Dawes' death? Rachel's death did not stop him from going after the Joker and Harvey Dent in the last movie's half hour. Was it an injured leg? How did he injured it? And why did Gotham's citizens failed to put two-and-two together, when both Bruce and Batman finally appeared in the public eye a day or two apart after many years? The only person who managed to discover Bruce's alter ego - namely Officer John Blake - did so through a contrived reason. For me, the movie's real misstep proved to be Bane's three-month control over Gotham City. As a former member of Henri Ducard's League of Shadows, he planned to achieve his former leader's goal of destroying Gotham City. And he planned to use Wayne Enterprise's energy device to achieve this. One - why not simply build or snatch his own nuclear device? Why go through so much trouble to get his hands on the energy device? Why did Wayne Enterprises create a device that not only saved energy, but could be used as a bomb, as well? And why did it take three months before the device could become an effective bomb? The Nolans' script could have frustrated Bane's attempts to acquire the bomb during that three-month period . . . or anything to spare the audiences of that second-rate version of the French Resistance. The latter scenario seemed so riddled with bad writing that it would take another article to discuss it. And what was the point of the presence of Juno Temple's character Jen? What was she there for, other than being Selina's useless and cloying girlfriend? And Wayne Enterprises executive Lucius Fox was last seen declaring his intentions to leave the corporation for good, following Batman's misuse of cell phones in "THE DARK KNIGHT". In this movie, he is back, working for Wayne Enterprises. What made him change his mind? But not all was lost. I found Bruce's introduction to Selina Kyle very entertaining and sexy. Even better, the incident served as Batman's re-introduction to Gotham City and allowed him to discover Bane's plans regarding Wayne Enterprises and the energy device. One of the more interesting consequences of "THE DARK KNIGHT" proved to be Rachel Dawes' last letter to Bruce. Its revelation by Alfred Pennyworth after seven years led to an emotional quarrel between the millionaire and the manservant and their estrangement. At first, I had balked at the idea of Bane carrying out Ra's al Ghul's original goal to destroy Gotham. After all, why would he continue the plans of the very person who had him kicked out of the League of Shadows? But a surprising plot twist made Bane's plan plausible . . . even when I continue to have problems with his three-month occupation of Gotham. Many critics had lamented the lack of Heath Ledger's Joker in the movie. As much as I had appreciated and enjoyed Ledger's performance in the 2008 movie, I did not need or wanted him in "THE DARK KNIGHT RISES". Tom Hardy's performance as the terrorist Bane was good enough for me. Mind you, I found it difficult to understand some of his dialogue. And when I did, he sounded like the late Sean Connery. But I cannot deny that Bane made one scary villain, thanks to Hardy's performance and intimidating presence. Before I saw the movie, I never understood the need for Marion Cotillard's presence in the film. I thought her character, Miranda Tate, would merely be a bland love interest for Bruce. Not only did Cotillard ended up providing a subtle and intelligent performance from the actress, her Miranda Tate proved to be important to the story as the co-investor in the energy device and for the plot twist in the end. "THE DARK KNIGHT RISES" provided some solid performances from other members of the cast. Matthew Modine shined as the ambitious and arrogant Assistant Police Commissioner Peter Foley, who proved to be capable of character development. Another solid performance came from Brett Cullen, who portrayed a lustful congressman that had the bad luck to cross paths with Selina Kyle. Both Michael Caine and Morgan Freeman continued their excellent performances as Bruce Wayne's "heart" and "mind", manservant Alfred Pennyworth and Wayne Enterprises executive Lucius Fox. In the end, the movie was fortunate to benefit from four outstanding performances. One came from Gary Oldman's excellent portrayal of the now weary, yet determined police commissioner, James Gordon. His guilt over the Harvey Dent lie and discovery of Batman's true identity provided Oldman with some of his best moments in the trilogy. Another came from Joseph Gordon-Levitt, who was superb as Gotham City beat cop John Blake. The actor did a wonderful job of balancing Officer Blake's intelligence, passion for justice and disgust toward the bureaucracy. When I learned that Anne Hathaway would end up being the fifth actress to portray Selina Kyle aka Catwoman, I must admit that I had my doubts. Then I remembered that Hathaway was an Oscar nominee, who has also done action before. Watching her sexy, yet complicated performance as the complex cat burglar removed all of my doubts. She was superb and her sizzling screen chemistry with star Christian Bale made me wish Selina had been Bruce's love interest throughout the movie. Speaking of Bruce Wayne, Bale returned to portray the Caped Crusader for the third and final time. I must admit that I found his performance more subtle and complex than his performances in the previous two movies. Bale did an excellent job in re-creating a slightly aging Bruce Wayne/Batman, who found himself faced with a more formidable opponent. I was a little disappointed to see that "THE DARK KNIGHT RISES" lacked the Chicago exteriors of the 2008 movie. In the end, Gotham City resembled a collection of American and British cities. But I cannot deny that I found Wally Pfister's photography very eye catching. And Hans Zimmer's entertaining score brought back memories of his earlier work in both the 2005 and 2008 movies. I have a good deal of complaints about "THE DARK KNIGHT RISES". It is probably my least favorite entry in Christopher Nolan's Batman trilogy. For me, the movie's main problem centered around the script written by Nolan and his brother Jonathan. But despite its flaws, the movie still managed to be both entertaining and intriguing. It also has an excellent cast led by the always superb Christian Bale. It was not perfect, but "THE DARK KNIGHT RISES" did entertain me.

[brightlybound]

Fic Writer Interview

Thanks for the tag @thedistantdusk

Name: Brightly Bound.

Fandoms I write for: Harry Potter!

Favorite two-shot: About That Night. I'm quite proud of how I wove the Tom Riddle storyline into a muggle AU.

Most popular multi-chaptered fic: Twenty-Two Days.

Actual worst part of writing: Finishing. Lol.

How you choose titles: What Dusk said: Either a line from the fic or an overall concept.

Do you outline: Barely, which is probably why I have trouble completing stuff. 😅

Ideas I probably won’t get to but would be nice: Another muggle AU (what a surprise) based on the first trashy romance novel I read. Haha.

Callouts @ me: If you don't make time to read and write, you're never going to get better.

Best writing habits: Jotting down ideas and dialogue that come to me at any hour so I won't forget them.

Spicy tangential opinion: Fics that are completely in text message writing style are the bane of my existence. A little of it goes a long way. (There, I said it. Don't come for me.)

Tagging: @justmattycakes @narukoibito @ginisbetterthanfirewhiskey and anyone else who wants to play!

[urwarriorangel]

<3 urwarriorangel’s writing challenge <3

hello my darling angels! i have started a writing challenge because i want to read more of what you write. i’m calling this a challenge because that’s what i’ve read others call it? rules are listed below! all submissions will be read by yours truly and (if they follow the p basic rules) i will post them all on a masterlist! i will reblog them and give you feedback because that’s what should happen regardless and also i love you guys! (gif not mine!)

rules

*no rape/incest/underage sex/etc.

*if you choose to write smut, you must be 18+!!! the characters you’re writing for must be 18+!!

*must be character x reader! you can write for multiple characters, but it still must be a reader insert!

*it’s first come first serve for characters, meaning there are character limits. multiple people can write for the same character, but they are capped. so please message me as soon as you see a character you want to write for!

*only one prompt per fic! (bonus points if you use any of my original prompts lol!) (also prompts can only be used once)

*triggers must be tagged. if there are any triggers in your fic, you must have a trigger warning. i cannot emphasize this enough.

*fic should be at least 500 words, if it’s longer (which please make it as long as you’d like!) you have to add a ‘read more’

*must tag me in the fic and use # urwarriorangelwritingchallenge <3

*fic should be a new original, not an old piece being resubmitted or a part of an already existing series. (you can write a series for this challenge if you’d like!)

*bonus points if you’re a poc!writer with a poc!reader <3 <3 <3

*you must respect the sexuality of the character! if you would like for an lgbtq+ character, their sexuality should not change in the fic. thank you!

*please send me a message with the character(s) you’d like to write for and the prompt!

example: damon salvatore + “i don’t know how much longer i can go on”

~the masterlist will be posted on august 13th! (if this goes well aka if people participate i would love to do this more often!)~

categories allowed:

anything your heart desires. if you’re going to write fluff please keep it compelling! add a few different styles together! give me some angst, some smut. make it a mystery! i mean absolutely no disrespect to those who write/read only fluff, but personally i find fluff a little more fun when it’s got multiple components! (if you write only fluff, please go ahead and write fluff! i will read it and i’m sure i’ll love it! these are just my personal preferences!)

i love aus very much, so please don’t shy away from them!

characters & prompts under the cut!

characters (five slots for each character)

agents of shield

al mackenzie antoine “trip” triplett daisy “skye” johnson grant ward jemma simmons lance hunter leopold fitz lincoln campbell

brooklyn 99

amy santiago charles boyle gina linetti jake peralta raymond holt rosa diaz terrence jeffords

buffy the vampire slayer

angel buffy summers cordelia chase rupert giles william the bloody aka spike

criminal minds

aaron hotchner david rossi derek morgan elle greenaway emily prentiss jennifer jareau luke alvez penelope garcia spencer reid

defenders-ish

billy russo frank castle jessica jones luke cage matt murdock

friends

chandler bing joey tribbiani monica geller phoebe buffay rachel green ross geller

game of thrones

arya stark benjen stark daenerys targaryen eddard stark jaime lannister jon snow khal drogo robb stark samwell tarly sansa stark tyrion lannister

gossip girl

blair waldorf carter baizen chuck bass dan humphrey nate archibald serena van der woodsen vanessa abrams

harry potter

draco malfoy fred weasley george weasley harry potter hermione granger remus lupin ronald weasley sirius black (young) tom riddle

hawaii five-0

adam noshimuri chin ho kelly daniel williams kono kalakaua michael noshimuri steve mcgarrett

jane the virgin

adam alvaro jane gloriana villanueva petra solano rafael solano

lucky number slevin

slevin kelevra

mcu

bruce banner aka hulk brunnhilde aka my valkyrie queen bucky barnes aka winter soldier clint barton aka hawkeye drax aka the destroyer erik stevens aka killmonger gamora aka um need we say more? janet van dyne aka wasp loki aka loki m’baku aka you already know mantis aka mantis aka a fucking cutie may parker aka ailf nakia aka loml okoye aka incredible badass peggy carter aka kickass peter parker aka spider-man peter quill aka star-lord pietro maximoff aka quicksilver sam wilson aka falcon scott lang aka antman shuri aka an angel stephen strange aka dr. strange steve rogers aka captain america t’challa aka black panther thor aka thor tony stark aka iron-man wanda maximoff aka scarlet witch

new girl

coach nick miller

pretty little liars

aria montgomery caleb rivers emily fields ezra fitz hanna marin jason dilaurentis mona vanderwaal noel kahn spencer hastings wren kingston

reign

francis mary stuart nostradamus sebastian

riverdale

archie andrews betty cooper cheryl blossom fangs fogarty fp jones fred andrews jason blossom josie mccoy jughead jones kevin keller malachai charles!reggie mantle ross!reggie mantle sweet pea toni topaz valerie brown veronica lodge

shadowhunters

alec lightwood clary fray isabelle lightwood jace herondale lucian grey magnus bane simon lewis

teen wolf

allison argent chris argent cora hale derek hale isaac lahey jackson whittermore jordan parrish kira yukimura liam dunbar lydia martin malia tate peter hale scott mccall stiles stilinski theo raeken

the 100

bellamy blake clarke griffin echo finn collins jasper jordan john murphy king roan lexa lincoln monty green nathan miller octavia blake ontari raven reyes wells jaha

the originals

davina claire elijah mikaelson freya mikaelson hayley marshall kol mikaelson lucian castle niklaus mikaelson marcel gerard rebekah mikaelson

the vampire diaries

bonnie bennett caroline forbes damon salvatore elena gilbert jeremy gilbert katherine pierce malachi parker mary louise matt donovan nora hildegard olivia parker tyler lockwood stefan salvatore sybil

x-men

alex summers aka havok charles xavier aka young!professor x erik lehnsherr aka magneto hank mccoy aka beast jean grey aka phoenix logan aka wolverine peter maximoff aka quiksilver ororo monroe aka storm raven darkholme aka mystique

prompts (once someone requests a prompt, i will update the list! list will be updated once a day, if multiple people ask for a prompt in between updates, i will give it to the first person who sent me an ask. i realize that there are more character options than there are prompts, i did this because i don’t think too many people will participate. if we ever run out, i will add more prompts! example of request: klaus mikaelson + “give me a chance”)

(rfaimagining)

angst

1: “ give me a chance. ”

2: “ not you again.. ”

3: “ leave me alone. ”

4: “ i don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ why do you hate me? ”

6: “ i lost the baby. ”

7: “ i thought you loved me. ”

8: “ i don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ i can’t believe you! ”

10: “ we can't keep this up forever. ”

11: “ you’re a monster. ”

12: “ i hate you. ”

13: “ don’t leave me… ”

14: “ you’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ don’t die on me– please. ”

16: “ i never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ are you upset with me? ”

18: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ i’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ dont call this number again. “

23: “ why did you spare me? ”

24: “ you need to leave. ”

25: “ i’m sick. ”

26: “ i’m dying. ”

27: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ i thought we were family!”

29: “ there was never an us. ”

30: “ so that’s it? it’s over? ”

31: “ i fucked up. ”

32: “ i came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ he’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ i don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ about the baby… its yours. ”

love

36: “ i’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ dance with me! ”

38: “ isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ i wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ will you marry me? ”

41: “ i’m pregnant. ”

42: “ i need a hug. ”

43: “ you’re special to me. ”

44: “ i’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ do you trust me? ”

46: “ can i kiss you right now? ”

47: “ you’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ i’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ let’s have a baby. ”

50: “ we’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ i want to take care of you. ”

52: “ can we cuddle? ”

53: “ it’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ i can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

55: “ shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ is that my shirt? ”

58: “ how did we get here? ”

59: “ you own my heart. ”

60: “ you’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ you’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ i want to protect you. ”

63: “ what's the matter? ”

64: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ stop being so cute. ”

68: “ you’re making me blush! ”

69: “ you’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ this is why i fell in love with you. ”

71: “ you’re the best! ”

72: “ they’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ oh, are you ticklish? ”

74: “ of course i remembered! ”

75: “ you’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ you’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ are you jealous? ”

78: “ hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ lets run away together. ”

misc

90: “ catch me if you can! ”

91: “ i’m fine. ”

92: “ are you drunk? ”

93: “ are you high? ”

94: “ we can't go in there… ”

95: “ give it back! ”

96: “ well this is just great. ”

97: “ don’t touch me. ”

98: “ not sure if you could tell, but i’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ this was fun— let's do it again sometime!”

100: “ i didn’t do it! ”

101: “ i did it… ”

102: “ i don’t remember that! ”

103: “ well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ you owe me. ”

106: “ do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ why are you naked? ”

110: “ you did what?! ”

111: “ you have… superpowers? ”

112: “ why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ that wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ this tastes horrible. ”

117: “ this is delicious! ”

118: “ are you mad at me? ”

119: “ stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ i love that show too! ”

121: “ can i borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ let's blow this joint. ”

123: “ let me help you with that. ”

124: “ take that back! ”

125: “ wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ no way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ what are you listening to? ”

128: “ i brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ run! ”

131: “ lets run away together. ”

132: “ i haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ was i really that drunk? ”

135: “ was i really that stoned? ”

136: “give me back my phone! ”

137: “ you’re an asshole. ”

138: “ are you cold? ”

139: “ this place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ i swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ did you hear that? ”

142: “ it’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ just how stupid do you think i am? ”

144: “ stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ go back to bed. ”

146: “ are you okay? ”

147: “ i can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ what on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ i can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ put me down! ”

154: “ there’s only one bed… ”

155: “ it isn’t what it looks like! okay.. maybe it is… ”

156: “ how did i lose it? ”

157: “ i read your diary. ”

158: “ this is awkward. ”

159: “ didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ do you think you can teach me that? ”

nsfw

161: “ bite me. ”

162: “ make me. ”

163: “ fuck me. ”

164: “ stop teasing me so much… ”

165: “ do you like it when i touch you like that?”

166: “ okay.. this is new. ”

167: “ want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

168: “ you’re in trouble now. ”

169: “ what a pretty sight. ”

170: “ bend over. ”

171: “ on your knees. ”

172: “ the food looks great but.. there’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”

173: “ lay back. ”

174: “ take off your clothes. ”

175: “ well, fine; just this once. ”

176: “ i’m waiting. ”

177: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

178:“ as you wish. ”

179: “ first one to make a noise loses.”

180: “ you have no idea what you do to me. ”

181: “ if you’re bored; wanna have sex? ”

182: “ i've wanted this for so long. ”

183: “ car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”

184: “ can i touch you? ”

185: “ open up. ”

186: “ no strings attached. ”

187: “ already? do i really have that much of an effect on you? ”

188: “ mine. ”

189: “ the nights still young. ”

190: “ we can't do that here! ”

191: “ behave. ”

192:“ what did you just say? ”

193: “ good girl. ”

194: “ good boy. ”

195: “ come here. ”

continued nsfw from misc sources

196: “are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?”

197: “don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.”

198: “stay still, squirming will make it worse.”

199: “keep count. if you lose it, we’re starting over. understand?”

200: “go get me the cane.”

201: “take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.”

202: “open your mouth. i’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.”

203: “did you disobey my orders?”

204: “i thought i told you not to touch that?”

205: “have you finished everything i told you to do?”

206: “if you don’t stop acting like this, i’ll be forced to use different tactics.”

207: “your skin turns so red under my palm.”

208: “bend over the back of the couch.”

209: “you might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.”

210: “come here and bend over my lap.”

211: “i’m tired of your smart mouth.”

212: “you’re really hot.”

213: “oh, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.”

214: “you know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

215: “hot damn.”

216: “so, you come here often?”

217: “well, well. my night just got better.”

218: “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

219: “you have got a great ass.”

220: “hey, i’m open minded.”

221: “you enjoying the view over there?”

222: “keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

223: “don’t be bashful. you know you want to.”

224: “you can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

225: “you wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

226: “i’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

227:“it’s been a long day. why don’t we help each other unwind?”

228: “i think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

229: “i’m gonna be honest with you. i’m really horny, and you’re really hot. can we fuck? like, now?”

230: “i wanna see you get naked.”

231: “you like how i bend over for you, huh?”

232: “you’re getting me all worked up.”

233: “what do we have here?”

234: "i see someone’s happy to see me.”

235: “play your cards right, and i just might have to put you on speed dial.”

236: “you like that, don’t you?”

237: “how do you want me?”

238: “i’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

239: “i want you. right here. right now.”

240: “god, you’re perfect.”

241: “i really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

242: “i’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

243: “i saw that. you just checked me out.”

244: “you look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

245: “you wanna help me out of this ___?” (insert article clothing here.)

246: “can i keep you?”

247: “you’re such a tease.”

248: “oh my, looks like i/you dropped something.”

249: “i love it when you talk dirty.”

250: “i can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

251: “i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear.”

252: “i really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

253: “it’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

[darklorddiscourse]

Happy Birthday to everyone’s favorite wizarding sociopath!

This is the second official Dark Lord Discourse podcast, in which we talk incessantly about Tom Marvolo Riddle. The first can be found here. 

Thanks so much to @riddlemostpowerful​ and @a-princely-heir​ for helping me out with this!

[paradoxicalphoeonix-blog]

December 31

December 31. A night of partying and alcohol-driven activities. The perfect excuse for someone looking to drink away their problems. And that’s exactly what Ava Davenport was looking to do. Despite her petite body, Ava could hold her liquor quite well, hence the reason she had been drinking since 9 am that morning. She didn’t want to get just a little drunk, she wanted to drink to the point where she completely forgot who she was.

After hours of hopping from bar to bar when the bar tender refused to pour her any more drinks, she could finally say that she was drunk. Still not as drunk as she wanted to be, but it was a start. In all honesty, it wasn’t the level of drunkenness she achieved that mattered. It was the level of oblivion. Ava’s mind had always gone a million miles a minute, always analyzing, always making connections. It never stopped seeing things that no one else saw. It was always deep in thought. Ava did not want to think today. It was too painful. Thinking drew up memories from the previous year without any prompting or warning.

It was bad enough on any normal day, but today was the worst. December 31 was HIS birthday. She couldn’t survive a single moment without her brain jumping to thoughts of him and what he had done to her. He had destroyed her, taken everything she valued and left her broken, dependent, ADDICTED to him. Her eyes flicked suspiciously to every perfectly kept head of black hair that crossed her path, as if expecting it to be him. Beyond her ancient pocket-watch, jewelry held no appeal to her and she had stopped writing in notebooks. Even when he was gone, he still haunted her every waking moment.

Throwing back the drink in front of her, Ava blinked slowly, her eyesight getting fuzzy with the alcohol. She sighed. Her mind was still too cohesive even after all this time.

“What are you doing, little bird?” Ava’s eyes flew wide open as she swiveled her head around wildly, looking desperately for the source of the all-too-familiar voice. Out of the corner of her bleary eye, she saw a tall head of black hair seemingly smiling at her. Jumping out of her chair, she sped towards the exit, ignoring the outcries out upset patrons she pushed out of the way in her desperate escape.

Reaching the exit, she hesitated just long enough to hear the door open and close behind her as she tried to determine which direction to go. “Ava…” Panicked, she just started walking quickly, not caring where she was going. She just needed to get away from the voice.

She was running now, weaving between the crowds of people out enjoying a night on the town to ring in the New Year. A “don’t cross” signal stopped her in her tracks. A ghostly hand rested on her shoulder and she froze. “Little bird, why are you running?” There was no point in turning around. No one would be there, that much she knew. Even when he was gone, he still haunted her every waking moment.