#Tomione Smut Fest 2018

[tomionesmutfest2024]

Former Fest Highlight Week 2: Tomione Smut Fest 2018

Fortune In Spades by LittleMulattoKitten

Summary:

Hermione was supposed to be married or otherwise "contained" as a concubine by her twentieth birthday, like the rest of the female muggleborns and halfbloods in Britain. She was not supposed to teach herself magic in secret and hope that one muggleborn peasant was insignificant enough to go unnoticed. She never expected to end up escorted up to the castle to the King's study. Nor did she expect him to decide her fate personally. King Tom never expected to find his favorite kind of woman —clever, strongwilled, and powerful— in a muggleborn scullery maid who'd somehow mastered wandless casting without a tutor. Law-breaker or not, she didn't belong in the dungeons. She belonged at his feet. She belonged in his bed. She belonged to him. He just had to show her. Written for Weestarmeggie's Tomione Smut Fest 2018.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationship: Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle

Characters: Hermione Granger, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Tom Riddle

Additional Tags: royal au, Marriage Law AU, Tomione Smut Fest 2018, regency au, king!tom, Peasant!Hermione

[avasafari]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15901344/chapters/37061016

[aconitumluparia]

This is such a big record for me.

Almost 5000 people read my story, and 250+ left kudos.

I am so happy. Thank you!!

[sometomioneshit]

This right here is some brilliant writing!! Go read it!!

The Summoning

Hermione never meant for this to happen. No one was supposed to get hurt. She was summoning an Angel after all…

She forgot to read the fine print.

Written for Tomione Smut Fest 2018 hosted by @weestarmeggie17

AO3 / FF.net

[mrsren]

Have I Lost My Mind? Probably.

Hi, I was worried about sharing this, but I guess I’d really like to. I want to add that no matter how many projects you see here, it’s really just because I have an overactive imagination. I’m not working on all of these concurrently. Some are farther into planning than others, but that’s just how it goes. I don’t want this list to make anyone think they can’t send requests, as several of them actually are requests. And I’m greedy for them. 

I am probably missing some of my ideas, but who knows. Certainly not me. 

Posted: 

Kismet (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) 

Fortuitous (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) 

Red Herring (Theodore Nott/Hermione Granger)

Working Out the Kinks (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger smut collection)

From here down are all unposted. Some may have more information and tags than others. 

Unposted, and most likely more than 10 chapters: 

Realities (James Potter/Hermione Granger) Tags: alternate dimension, mauraders, Snape & Hermione BROTP, Voldemort is a Punk Bitch and not the Big Bad, a slow burn if I write it well. 

Untitled (Remus Lupin/Hermione Granger) Tags: Time Travel-Remus comes foward, Soulmate Charm. 

Untitled (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Hermione is a healer, and is hired out from under St Mungos by Draco Malfoy in an attempt to save his mother from a deadly curse cast during the war that has given her a year to live. 

Hogwarts: Eight Year (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Tags: Sequel, Head Boy, Head Girl, Romance, Angst, Sexual Content annnnnnd is also on an indefinite hiatus. 

The Best of Me (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Tags: Memory Loss, Lots of Angst, Single Parent! Hermione but not really, HEA. (request) 

Spirals (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Tags: Eighth Year, Substance Abuse, Healing from Unhealthy Coping Habits, Penpals.

Untitled (Teddy Lupin/Hermione Granger) Tags: Time Travel-Hermione lands forward, Auror (bodyguard) Teddy. Summary: Hermione lands in the future, bloody and sprawled across the floor of the Department of Mysteries, staring up at a face that is almost Harry’s, but not quite. 

Untitled (Tom Riddle Jr./Hermione Granger) Tags: Gang AU, Lawyer! Hermione, Single Parent! Hermione, Violence, Sexual Content, Might as Well Throw Some Angst In Here Too. Originally prompted during the 2018 Tomione Fest. 

Untitled (Tom Riddle Jr./Hermione Granger) Tags: Serial Killer! Tom Riddle, Dark Fic, Dark Hermione Granger. 

Untitled (Tom Riddle Jr./Hermione Granger) Tags: Sugar Daddy AU. Smut mostly. 

Untitled (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Tags: Hitman! Draco Malfoy Muggle AU, Forced Partnership, Living On the Run, Sexual Content, and Violence. 

Untitled (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger & Theodore Nott/Hermione Granger) Tags:  Love Triangle, Co-Workers, Honestly Have No Idea Who She Ends Up With, Could Go Either Way. (request)

Project Aphrodite (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott) Tags: Triad, Marriage Law, A/B/O, Slash, Romance, and Sexual Content. 

Untitled (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott) Tags: Hogwarts Professors, Hermione Works in the Library, Sex Magic, m/m, f/m, and m/f/m. (request)

Untitled (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger HEA) Tags: Voldemort Wins! Sex Slave Trope, non-con, Hermione “services” Lucius Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theo Nott, and Draco Malfoy, Draco Defects, HEA. (This is a request in my box.)

Untitled Still (James Potter/Hermione Granger) Tags: Bodyguard, Romance, Some Suspense, POSTS NEXT MONTH WOOOO. 

Still Here? 

Short Stories: 

Super Like (Hermione Granger/Harry Potter) Tags: Muggle AU, Tinder, Not Established Friends in this Universe. 

Untitled (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Tags: Memory Loss, Manipulation (not Draco), Angst, HEA. (also a request)

Untitled (Tom Riddle Jr./Hermione Granger) AU where Tom is her stepdad. Tags: smut, smut, more smut, there is probably not plot here. (Also a request.)

Untitled (Cormac McLaggen/Hermione Granger) Tags: No Voldemort AU, Hogwarts Era, Smut, mild plot to wrap your smut up. 

Oneshots: 

Part Two of Are You Still Mine? Tags: Draco POV, Angst, HEA

(Charlie Weasley/Hermione Granger) Tags: A/B/O 

(Neville Longbottom/Hermione Granger) Tags: A/B/O  Prequel to Unofficial Diary of an Omega

(Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Tags: Meet Cute + Texting Muggle AU 

(Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Tags: Co-Worker, Mutual Pining, Mutual Jealousy 

Draco teaches Hermione how to give a blowjob while she’s topless. (request)

(Harry Potter/Hermione Granger) I call this the fuck fest oneshot, so. (request)

Hermione sleeps with them to get over Sirius. “Please include a jealous Sirius) (Fabian Prewett/Hermione Granger/Gideon Prewett) (request)

(Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) established relationship, + threesome with Ginny. 

Slytherin Gangbang (Est. Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) (request)

Death Eater Gangbang for Hermione (request)

Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson/Draco Malfoy

Annnnnd, we’ve reached the end. If you did not see your request here, don’t worry. Some of them I didn’t want to post because they were hard to sum of in a few tags. 

Like I said, all of these are in various stages, and could potentially nto see the internet for a long time. If you are curious about any of these, drop me an ask, and I’ll answer. Fortunately for you, or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, I love to talk about myself lol. 

And no matter how swamped you think I am, I’m greedy for requests so I want it to be perfectly clear that this does not mean “don’t send me prompts”. I like to use them as happy little distractions. 

Thanks for reading if you got this far!

[tomionesmutfest2024]

Former Fest Highlight Week 2: Tomione Smut Fest 2018

At the Shrine of Your Lies by Solnyshko (ivyandcarnation)

Summary:

She went to his church by accident. Written for Tomione Smutfest 2k18.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/M

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle | Voldemort

Characters: Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger's Father

Additional Tags: murder!, PWP, Smut, Lemon, saint - Freeform, Saint!Tom, And he ain't a saint for one thing, I'm Going To Hell For This, Church Sex, bastardization of church stuff, inappropriate setting for sex, tramp stamp, you can thank tom riddle for that shit

[im-a-monster-fucking-princess]

READ THIS 😍😍😍

all yours

Summary: He was born with her initials marking his left, hip bone. She was born with his initials marking her inner, right thigh. She was his professor, he was her student, but they were soulmates and soulmates always find their way to each other eventually. || Written for Tomione Smut Fest 2018 hosted by @weestarmeggie17​!

Hermione knew she was fucked the moment she was grading one of her student’s midterm papers and recognized the handwriting in a much more intimate way than was appropriate.

It was the same small, neat handwriting that was inscribed on her inner, right thigh and drew her curiosity as a child.

TMR.

She glanced at the name on the cover page.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Oh, she was fucked and she knew it because after that, she couldn’t stop noticing him during her lectures and the sight of him, knowing who he was to her, was enough to make her hot and flustered.

She thought that maybe he’d know because when she turned around to write on the board or reference to her lecture, she could feel his eyes all over her body, as if he was undressing her right there in the middle of her own lecture hall.

Hermione shouldn’t have been as thrilled as she was whenever she felt his eyes on her like that, but she couldn’t help it. Her body had a mind of its own.

She felt inane, as lectures that she used to be excited to teach, became a chore as she attempted to finish them as quickly as possible to avoid being that close to him without having him in the way she wanted.

Read more on FFN! 

[cherriii]

Yes, I’m actually participating in something for once. I really wanted to write something for the Tomione Smut Fest 2018 hosted by @weestarmeggie17, and well, this is what I came up with.The prompt is Blackmail. This was written on the fly, so forgive any clumsy typos and weird phrasings. 

Warning for Underage and Slight Dub-Con. 

Summary: Tom Riddle is a bored Ministry official, and Hermione Granger has just arrived for a hearing.

A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.

                  - Friedrich Nietzsche 

                                                         ***

Boredom is never quite boring. It is a state of waiting for something better to arrive. There is something delicious in putting your instincts to sleep so that you may awaken them later.

Some say Tom Riddle became a Ministry official because he was too brilliant to pass up the chance, but the truth had more to do with boredom. Working in the hub of bureaucracy offered him so many avenues for biding him time, for waiting in the shadows. A spider never runs to his next meal, he glides.

FF.NET

He licks his finger now as he turns the page of the report in front of him. It is a most entertaining read, despite the formal language and wooden turns of phrase. In fact, he has never read a more outlandish tale in the whole of his uneventful career.

He flicks his wand and stamps the top page. Yes, he will listen to this one.

Petition no. 205 – Ms. Hermione Granger, Muggleborn, Age: 16

Misdemeanor: Underage Magic with Attenuating Circumstances

Verdict: To Be Decided

Petitioner must report to the Improper Use of Magic Office for an Interview.

Riddle looks up from the parchment. She must be waiting outside, crammed in with the rest of the unremarkable souls who have to languish in these hallowed halls. But she is not unremarkable, if this file is to be believed.  

He presses the buzzer on his desk. “Send in petitioner number 205.”

There is commotion beyond his door. Vociferations, the scraping of chairs. Finally, there is a modest knock.

“Enter.”

His initial reaction is disappointment. His lips twist in annoyance. The girl before him is a scrawny, nervous animal, all knobby knees and sharp elbows. Her frizzy hair is trying to escape the confines of a clumsy braid. She is wearing a prim blazer and long skirt, punctuated by heelless, sensible shoes. Fingers stained with ink. She has an eager, rabbity expression. No doubt, she seeks approval.

Is this the same girl who “accidentally” imprisoned the hack journalist Rita Skeeter in a jar?

It does not seem conceivable.

“Have a seat, Ms. Granger,” he instructs tonelessly. He should have known a Muggleborn would never be truly interesting.

The girl sits down, ankles crossed neatly. She holds her hands folded in her lap.

“Start from the beginning, leave nothing out. I will know if you’re –” He is about to say lying. But he doesn’t get a chance.

Granger’s hand shoots up. Before he gives her permission to speak, she says in a voice that is soft but unhesitant, “First off, it should be remarked, Sir, that this is not really a case of Underage Magic Use.”

Riddle lets the quill sag between his fingers. “Pardon?”

“The underlying assumption has been that I performed illegal magic to entrap Rita Skeeter, but the illegality was committed by her,” she continues more confidently. She sounds like a pedantic student correcting her less informed teacher.

Her expression is less rabbity and more vulpine, now that he looks at her better.

Riddle feels a stab of irritation, but it is not altogether unpleasant.

“Do tell,” he nods coolly. He does not say anything else. He has often found that people like to fill up the gaps in conversation.

“Well.” She twirls the tip of her braid nervously between her fingers. More frizzy locks escape the knot. “Skeeter is an unregistered Animagus, a fact which must have escaped the Ministry. I did not transfigure her into a beetle. My only action was to catch her with a jar. A jar, as you well know, is not a magical object by default.”

Her knees bob slightly as she speaks. Her fingers card her braid obsessively. She wets her lips once, twice. Riddle is riveted by the telling reactions of her body. Her patronizing tone has a girlish shadow; she is telling the truth, but she is also hiding something.

A scrawny, audacious thing. He feels himself grow taut.

He makes a note in the file about Skeeter’s unregistered Animagus state.

Granger watches him write intently. She follows the quill’s tip, alert to every generous loop and lingering curlicue. She is trying to make out his ciphered letters.

Her eyes, he notes, are furtive and impatient, like two glittering beetles. The metaphor is ironically apt given the circumstances.

“I suppose I don’t have to mention that a simple Reverse Spell will show that my wand has not performed the transfiguration,” she adds eagerly.  

Oh, she is clever. She knows a Reverse Spell does not always distinguish between several instances of the same charm. She must have also read the new Ministry regulations where it is stipulated that, should Reverse Spells be cast on the wand of the transgressor, said transgressor may appeal to the Wizengamot and sue for faulty proceedings.

She came prepared. Very few people come prepared for anything.

He finishes writing but he keeps his eyes on the report, tapping the feather end of the quill against the parchment. A few moments pass in excruciating purgatory. Time feels at a standstill. Boredom purified. Boredom finally reaching its much desired apex.

“Well, do you believe me?” she finally bursts out, a frayed, imperious edge to her voice. “Can you verify my claim?”

He notes that her front teeth are long and sharp and predacious as they stab her lower lip, but he does not grace her with his attention. He rests his elbows against his desk, laces his fingers together and brings them to his mouth, affecting a posture of deep thought.

Granger shifts in her chair, the folds of her skirt coming stuck between her thighs. She must be warm underneath, warm and a little damp with sweat.

She checks the gleaming name tag on his desk. “Mr – Mr. Riddle? May I be so bold to ask what you’re deliberating?”

Her elaborate politeness rings false. He should know, he has affected the same obsequiousness in the past. In fact, she is of his breed. Less calculated perhaps, but just as determined to get her way.

The difference between them is that he can wait.

He draws his chair back and pulls a left-side drawer out. He rummages through it until he finds the documents he requires. He makes a show of thumbing them thoroughly.

Granger leans forward, her fingers scraping the edge of his desk.

“Please, Sir. I believe other petitioners are waiting. My case is fairly simple, you’ll agree.”

Riddle suppresses a smile. She is insulting him under the guise of assistance. Such tactics are like water off a duck’s back.

He scolds himself for not seeing through her the moment she walked in. Her plainness, like his handsomeness, hides the auspices of a different world. Inside them is a teeming, swarming army, the dictator’s army. They are autocrats. They wish to superimpose their world over the one they have to negotiate daily.

He slaps the papers in front of her, making sure she sees the bold lettering.

“But…” Granger trails off dryly, eyes widening. The forms required for her sentencing and expulsion from Hogwarts. “But I have committed no actual crime.”

Riddle’s lips quiver. He allows himself a smile.

“Are you quite sure, Ms. Granger?”

“Extremely,” she says, voice shaking with righteousness. Her expression has not darkened and yet the lights have gone out of her face.

“No, perhaps you do not consider it a crime. Privately, I would be inclined to agree with you, but the Ministry will not share our view.”

Granger frowns. “Our view?”

“On the matter,” Riddle continues calmly. “You and I may care little if a bothersome woman goes insane trapped in a small receptacle, but…others care deeply for the sanctity of life.”

Granger opens and closes her mouth. She tries for shock, but fails. She works her lips in silence.

Finally, she expels a breath. “Of course I care about – about the sanctity of life.”

Tom’s smile becomes sinusoidal. “Then why did you hex the jar?”

There it is.  There it is. Her eyes flash with diamonds. Her nostrils flare. He’s caught her. She thought she was clever. She thought no one would be able to tell.

“I –”

“An Animagus could break an ordinary jar. An Animagus can also break a jar which has been magically locked. But they can’t put their mind to it when they are in constant pain.”

He tells her these facts with relish, like spreading marmalade on toast and biting into the crisp middle.

“You made sure she could not even attempt to escape. A good word for it is torture, isn’t it?”

Granger shakes her head repeatedly, the loose braid dangling over her shoulder like a hanging rope.

“N-no, that’s not – I merely wanted to make sure she did not harm anyone.”

Riddle picks up his wand, caressing its irregularities.

“The road to hell is paved with good intentions. That’s a Muggle saying, isn’t it?”

Her spine straightens, making her stand taller. Her fingers are clenched into the folds of her skirt. “It does not apply here, Sir.”

Riddle is growing tired of these dissimulations. It is not every day that he finds a symphonious being who sings in the same choir.

He must have her, and quick. After all, she is right. There are other petitioners.

“Tell me, Ms. Granger, do you want to pursue your studies further?”

“Of course I do.” She tries to control her despair.

“You are vying for the position of Head Girl next year, aren’t you?”

Her jaw clicks under the skin. A second mouth, buried underneath. “Yes.”

“It would be a shame if you were not there to fill it,” he says, tapping the forms of expulsion with his fingers.

“It – it would.”

Tom leans back in his chair with a lazy smile. He touches the knot at his tie, but he doesn’t loosen it. No, he tightens it.

“Well then. What shall we do about it?”

He does not insult her by asking What are you willing to do for it? He knows she is capable. What he wants to underline is that he will not abandon her to the task. No, they are doing this together.

“What – what do you propose, Sir?”

Tom flicks his wand imperceptibly in the direction of the door.  She can hear the locks turning, fastening.

“Start from the beginning,” he says, in a mockery of his initial remarks. “Leave nothing out.”

She is not exactly obedient.  Fastidious maybe. Curious most certainly.

She unravels the braid with a subconscious sense of relief. She has never done well with her hair tamed. The curls fly out of their enclosure like Medusa’s snakes, hissing venom. He is arrested by her lioness mane, the way it frames her face, the way it denies her girlishness. It is hair with intent, hair with a separate mind. What an alteration it produces.

They both seem to give up a breath they had been holding.

“Put your elbows on the desk.”

He walks around the desk, letting her observe his sleek form, letting her admire the intelligent muscles underneath the suit. She might not entirely agree with this arrangement, but she can at least appreciate what she is being given.

Tom Riddle knows his powers. When he stands behind her and places a soft hand on the base of her spine, she can’t help the shudder that rakes over her.

“Lower, if you will.”

He presses her down on the desk until her pert little ass sticks out from her clerical skirt.

“I want you to look over your shoulder. Can you manage that?”

The girl is wrestling with her own hair, but she makes the effort to stare at him. She is trying to glare, but she is too nervous, too expectant. Her eyes are glittering beetles.

He fingers the folds of her skirt, pulling them up and letting them fall against her thigh. He does not touch her flesh. He bunches the fabric between his fingers and drags it up, up, up, until he can almost see her white knickers, and then lets it glide back down, scratching her puckered skin. The exchange of heat and cold makes her vibrate. He can see her fingers are clawed into his desk. He repeats the motion three times.

Granger inhales sharply, rubs her thighs together. He steps forward so that his trousered leg brushes up against her calf. The contact makes her push back imperceptibly, rubbing herself against the tweed.

He continues this little game until her staccato breath is the only sound in the room.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he says after a while, pressing his thumb against the zipper of her skirt. “Is he ever going to touch me?”

“I don’t – don’t want you to touch me,” she says, her voice slightly hoarse from his ministrations.

“Oh, but I don’t have to. I can make you come just by taking a seamstress’ measurements. Hips, waist, circumference…”

He can see her predacious teeth stabbing her lower lip repeatedly. He imagines what he could do to those canines, what she could do to him.

“Would I also be remiss in guessing you are a virgin?”

She blushes and nods, head bowed further into the desk. But the lioness watches him through the forest of her hair.

“I don’t suppose you have a strapping boy in mind to get you past this inconvenience. Your classmates must be…quite unable to handle you.”

He can feel her body trembling with rage, fighting against the truth of his assertion.

He smiles. “If this is too hard for you, I can just tell them what you did. You might be able to enroll into Beauxbatons in a few years.”

The girl shakes her head. “No.”

“No, what?”

“I don’t want you to do that.”

“Then what do you want me to do?”

She grits her teeth. “I want you to get me past this inconvenience. Sir.”

He smiles. “There’s a clever girl.”

He cups her ass through the skirt, kneading the fabric with the flesh. He feels her buck against the desk. He unzips her. The clerical skirt becomes a rag on the floor. Next he drags her underwear down slowly, but not all the way down, lets them hang despondently from her knees. He spreads her legs and rolls up her blazer. He places an almost fatherly hand over her bare belly, as if checking for an ache. He feels the tension coiling underneath, loves the way she gasps when he spreads his fingers and brushes against her pubic hair.

“Did you sleep with the jar next to your bed every night?” he asks conversationally, fingers sinking into her pubic hair, lower, hooking against the tip of her clit, dragging her forward against his crotch. She seizes up momentarily, has no answer for him.

“Did you touch yourself as you watched her knock her limp, insect body against the glass?”

She moans - tries to suppress it - moans again as he flicks her clit, as his finger dips between her folds and returns to the nub, a backwards motion which multiplies, an echo which burns into her skin.

Her senses are diluted as he applies two fingers to the task. She does not even notice when he unzips himself.

“What did I tell you about keeping your eyes on me?” he scolds her softly, slapping her bare ass with his other hand. The small assault jolts her, makes his fingers sink in deeper.

She struggles to comply. She’s finally accomplished what she wanted before. She is glaring now, but it is a glare of lust. The autocrat demanding her rights. Very well.

His hardness rubs against her thigh, along with the tweed of his trousers. He molds his length to her, makes her feel him against her cunt, slides himself between the folds but does not penetrate.

Her hands shake uncontrollably against his desk. She knocks his name tag off.

“I know what you’ve been told, Ms. Granger. The first time stings, the first time hurts. The first time stretches you inside out. It is torture. It can be. But sometimes, a jar is just a jar. It doesn’t have to be a device for pain.”

A lesser mind would not have understood, but she does. Of course she does.

Part of her relaxes under his grip. Another part steels herself.

“What do you say, Ms. Granger? Hermione?”

She nods her head, swallowing hard. “A jar is just a jar.”

He eases himself in her, like a diver testing the morning waters. When he plunges, she is ready to envelop him. She doesn’t scream. There are other petitioners outside and they forgot to secure the room for noise.

Luckily, she knows a few handy charms to clean up her skirt, but even so it looks a frightening mess.

Since it was abandoned on the floor between their feet, it was the unfortunate recipient of their repeated climax. Her sweet, riverine cum, running down the back of her knees as she buried her fist in her mouth. His sperm, leaking heavily into her sensible shoes, spilling over. His mouth was against her ear when they both came a second time. He inhaled the scent of her damp hair. Hermione tried to crane her neck and witness the abandon on his face. But it was hard to fight the waves of pleasure.

Fuck me, Sir, she kept thinking, because that’s what the women in her mother’s cheap erotica often clamored. She never understood what they meant, and she was not sure now, but she knew that what she wanted was not just the fucking, but the fucking to completion. Perhaps that’s what the novels should say. Fuck me till I’m empty, till I’m a husk, till I’m no more.

Tom Riddle was thankfully skilled in Legilimency, otherwise he might never have guessed the bend of her mind.

He drank in her thoughts, a deep groan wrenched from his throat.

He increased his pace, gripped her thighs and buried himself in her to the hilt, until he felt trapped, until there was nowhere else to go.  A jar is just a jar.

She tries another scouring charm.

Riddle tightens the knot in his tie. He smiles. He’d like to see her walk out of here without a skirt.

“I am glad this was all a misunderstanding, after all. But I advise caution,” he says in the cadence of a Minister official. “You wouldn’t want to come down here for a second interview, would you?”

The skirt is sticky against her thighs. Her shoes squelch with muck. She combs her wild hair to the side and starts pleating it.

“No…I would not.”

Her voice is thick with subtext. Inside her, many things swarm.

Riddle picks up his name tag and places it carefully on the desk. A spider never runs for his meal, but he could make an exception for her. He wants to have her again, as many times as her body and spirit can withstand it. He wants to cover her mouth and hair with him. He wants to be covered by her mouth and hair.

But she must be the one to transgress, or will he have to force her hand?

Hermione Granger smiles. It does not reach her eyes.

“Thank you, Sir. Shall I send in the next petitioner?”

Tom Riddle leans against his desk, regarding her. He returns her parting shot. “Please do.”

Yes, she will return to him. He will make sure of that.

[aconitumluparia]

Ao3 - FFNET

[gabrielleragusi]

She faced her class, a kind smile painted on her lips, her hands laced in front of her, her voice always soft and measured. 

"You don't fool me," he said, "everything about you is a lie." 

She was a lie he wanted to break. 

Oneshot for the Tomione Smut Fest 2018

AO3 - FF

[im-a-monster-fucking-princess]

MY HEART 😭 but otherwise 😏😍

One Night Only - Tomione Smut Fest 2018

Special, special thanks to my baby love bean @weestarmeggie17 for orchestrating this fest and for encouraging all of our insanity. This went in a totally different direction than I originally intended, and it veered a little off topic, but in the loosest of interpretations, I stuck to my prompt. Also, I’m sorry for those of you who will object to Draco, but my little garbage Dramione heart couldn’t leave well enough alone. Regardless, here is my entry, I hope you enjoy.

Prompt: One Night Stand

Pairing: Tom x Hermione

Universe: Muggle/University AU

Tom Riddle hadn’t been her first anything. Not her first kiss, Seamus Finnegan had seen to that at an ill advised spin the bottle game in year 7. Nor her first love, no, that of course had been Harry, at 5 years old and much to their collective parents’ complete delight. He also hadn’t been her first time, thank god, that had also been Harry, but under vastly different circumstances at 17 - ‘Mione what if I don’t even know if I really like blokes, I’ve never been with a girl either! Tom and Hermione had “dated” very briefly, and if she was honest with herself, quite chaotically, during her first year at University. They’d been paired as lab partners in an obscenely difficult chemistry class that she’d mistakenly found herself in. He’d been older, wickedly intelligent, and completely addicting. She’d nearly failed everything but that blasted chemistry class her first semester, as every trip to the library found his fingers buried into her beneath a table, his smirk daring her to make a noise; or with his back slamming into dusty tomes from the ancient world as she hummed around his cock. It had ended how it began -suddenly. She’d returned from Easter hols to an almost cruelly ambivalent man, the last words he spoke to her being a callous introduction to his best friend and Harry’s new flatmate, Draco Malfoy.

Her relationship with Draco had been a surprise, but certainly not unwelcome. Their easy friendship blossomed into an easy, and serious, relationship. Loving Draco was as simple as breathing - he challenged her certainly, but ultimately adored her, which is why Hermione could not understand for the life of her why her eyes kept drifting away from her girlfriends to where Tom was - for lack of a better work, lurking - in a corner booth of the bar in which the girls were toasting their impending graduation. If Ginny and Luna noticed her attention stray, they didn’t mention it, bless them.

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[jd-sparks]

Tomione Smut Fest 2018 hosted by @weestarmeggie17 Has no one posted a link to the collection? Doing it now for easy finding. Thank you to all the writers for their marvelous, and mature, Tomione submissions! <3

[littlemulattokitten]

I do like lots of your other fanfics but wow can I just say that the overall tone, atmosphere and especially (!!!) the writing style in “Fortune in spades” is on a whole different level, not to mention the smut is hot as hell and my fave of what you’ve written so far! I really hope you’ll publish other Tomione fics that are stylistically (writing, dialogue, smut) similar to it, it’s by far one of my overall favorite fanfics/one shots ever!! ❤️

Fortune In Spades was really fun to write (I love Jane Austen so regency-style anything hits all my buttons), and I really hope to work on it more. There was a solid...3-5k words of plot that I deleted from the beginning of that for @weestarmeggie17 ‘s fest. That fic has some substance. 2018 just wasn’t a good writing year for me after about March lol.

But I do wanna write more this year, freelance allowing. I’m so glad you enjoyed it

If Harmony’s your boat, I wrote a thing for @uchihabat that’s something of a Pride & Prejudice AU. Same genre plus tons of fluff and sans blackmail sex. ;)

[im-a-monster-fucking-princess]

Is there a Tomione smut fest 2019? And are you the person I should be asking this? Apologies if it's someone else (I googled and your tumblr came up for the 2018 fest.)

Hi

Yes and yes to both your questions only I haven’t had a chance to finish organising the smut fest but it will prob be announced within the next few weeks - not that it will need much organising 😏

[ao3feed-snape]

My Rose

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3xfFyz0

by ThreeBagatelle

Voldemort needs a heir. Hermione might just be the one for it. But will she find other things that she enjoys other than her newfound Dark Side? Or rather someone.

Words: 1293, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Antonin Dolohov, Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Death Eater Characters, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Voldemort, Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle, Antonin Dolohov/Hermione Granger

Additional Tags: Tomione Smut Fest 2018, Smut, Seduction to the Dark Side, Dark Hermione Granger, Patronus Charm (Harry Potter), Unappreciated Hermione, Rape/Non-con Elements, Torture, Light Bondage, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Threesome - F/M/M, Praise Kink, Forbidden Love, Wizarding Wars (Harry Potter), Hogwarts Sixth Year, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Dubious Consent

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3xfFyz0

[tomionefinds]

Looking for marriage law Fics

Whew, okay buckle down @kaarina-riddle; I have got quite the list for you!

I was going to point you at our Marriage Law tag but realized there were only 2 fics there so I ran another search and came up with quite a few more.

This just turned into our Marriage Law list. -JD

Marriage Law / Marriage Contract

Bound by Sharkdiver1980

M | Complete | 60k

When Hermione is sent back in time to 1947 after attempting to destroy a Horcrux, she finds herself forcefully subjected to a new law, Proclamation no.1682, otherwise known “The Marriage Law”. it had obviously been repealed almost as quickly as it was instated, which is why she had never heard of it; The problem was, she had already been assigned a husband.

Convergence by jessiy

M | Complete | 112k

Once Dumbledore defeats Voldemort and binds him for transfer to Azkaban, the Ministry decides that is not enough. The Minister of Magic, Pius Thicknesse, performs an archaic marriage ritual that binds the husband as much as the wife. The only candidates are women who are powerful and virginal. Unfortunately, Hermione draws the short straw.

Fortune In Spades by LittleMulattoKitten

E/Ma | One-shot | 4k

Hermione was supposed to be married or otherwise “contained” as a concubine by her twentieth birthday, like the rest of the female muggleborns and halfbloods in Britain. She was not supposed to teach herself magic in secret and hope that one muggleborn peasant was insignificant enough to go unnoticed. She never expected to end up escorted up to the castle to the King’s study. Nor did she expect him to decide her fate personally.

King Tom never expected to find his favorite kind of woman —clever, strongwilled, and powerful— in a muggleborn scullery maid who’d somehow mastered wandless casting without a tutor. Law-breaker or not, she didn’t belong in the dungeons. She belonged at his feet. She belonged in his bed.

She belonged to him. He just had to show her.

Written for Weestarmeggie’s Tomione Smut Fest 2018.

The Dragon Chronicles by LadyMiya

E/Ma | Complete | 123k

Captured, Hermione offers Lord Voldemort the location of a rare forbidden text in exchange for her freedom. She never thought it would all backfire quite so spectacularly.

Force of Nature by AriGoddessofNight17

M | WIP | 21k

Hermione couldn’t stop the thudding of her heart. Their connected hands and magic blending together. She was becoming his. There was no going back. No freedom. She could still taste him on her lips. Blood magic running through her veins.

Posession by Satan'sPixie

M | Complete | 10k

When Hermione falls prey to the Ministry’s new Marriage Law, will she be able to hide her new hobby which has taken over her? Or will she even need to? Marriage Law, Dark Winning Story, DarkHermione, mentions of Dark(ish)Ginny LV(TMR)HG Rating for smut

Of Fire and Ice by The-dead-girl’s-kiss

T | WIP | 5k

Another marriage law fic. Hermione has to marry someone she is not only repulsed by but also terriffied of but is there anyway she can overcome this law or use it to her advantage?

By My Blood by LadyKenz347

E/Ma | One-shot | 3k

Hermione travels back in time to change the course of history. An AU for MrsRen’s day of birth!

The Marriage Contract by TinyMocha

M | WIP | 4ch

“What do you mean I have to marry you!?” I screeched. “It doesn’t seem like we have a choice”, Tom’s voice rumbled back. Tom X Hermione/ Tomione

What Harm Would a Different colour do! by WhatxStillxRemains

T | WIP | 1k

REDONE, a HG/LV fic i wrote years ago, marriage law

The Pendulum of the Mind by AvaJune

M | WIP | 118k

Tom’s fingers slid across her skin as he pulled up her sleeve, feeling irregular bumps and scarring as he watched in fascination as instead of a dark mark, he steadily revealed rune carvings. His eyes flicked back to hers, watching her reaction to his touch. “I will give you this, witch. You are unbearably intriguing,” he murmured.Madness flies in the face of logic, and if there is one thing Hermione Granger cannot abide, it’s things that defy logic. There is always something against her, this time the very laws of time and space. There is, however, a truth she now knows about herself; she isn’t quite the rule girl she once thought she was. *Hermione - Tom Riddle. AU, Post Battle of Hogwarts*

Serpentine Moves by betagyre

E/Ma | Complete | 357k

Medieval Norman Conquest AU.Fourteen years after eloping with a Muggle, Merope Riddle, of an English wizarding noble family, discovers that she and her son are the last of the line, so she petitions for her title and fiefdom back.  Meanwhile Lord and Lady Granger are minor nobility who want their daughter taught magic, but Lord Malfoy, appointed by William the Conqueror to rule English wizards, won’t allow an unattached Muggle-born to study alongside young purebloods at Hogwarts.  Merope and the Grangers make common cause and betroth their children, thwarting him for now.  But war is coming, and a long, dark path lies ahead.

A tale of two families by Kyoki777

NR | Complete | 4k

The Blacks and Riddles had never gotten along.It had led to a lot of deaths and tragedies throughout the year, including an attack on her, Hermione Black. She had no current standing in the family, though she knew Sirius was trying to groom her to take over. She was his Heir. It was her duty, black by blood or not.Someone hadn’t wanted that.