#shifting for tom riddle

[kodiak-shifts]

So I’m going to make Stalker!Professor Tom Riddle dr (he’s not Voldy Moldy, he’s the son of Voldy Moldy) and I want some scenarios to add to my script. (I’m also going to be a really, really powerful Castor (if you’ve seen/read the beautiful creatures series then you know what I’m talking about))

[girllblogging777]

╰┈➤ valentine’s day with bf!mattheo

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you knew mattheo riddle didn’t do things halfway. there was no in-between with your boyfriend. if he cared about something, he cared too much. and if he didn’t, he wouldn’t even give it a second thought. you’d seen him throw himself into everything, reckless and intense, and now, for some reason, he’d decided that valentine’s day, this overhyped, ridiculous holiday that you never even celebrated, was worth caring about.

he wouldn’t tell you much when he first brought it up, which wasn’t unusual. mattheo had this way of throwing you into things headfirst, dragging you along with that smirk and sharp eyes, and somehow, you always trusted him anyway. but now, as you walked into the astronomy tower at his instruction, you felt your chest tighten, unsure what he had planned. unsure why he was even doing this. it was mattheo. it wasn’t like him to be sentimental.

except he was already there, standing near the window, and you froze when you saw the effort he’d gone to. the usually cold and empty tower looked… soft, almost. there were candles, so many candles, hovering around the room, casting a golden glow across the space. there was a blanket spread on the floor with a small basket set on top, and even a messy cluster of flowers leaning to one side in a glass jar that might’ve been borrowed from the potions classroom.

“you’re late,” he said, his voice light but teasing, as he turned to face you. his tie was undone, his hair a little disheveled, and he had his hands shoved in his pockets like he was trying to look unaffected, but you caught the flicker of nerves in his expression as his eyes scanned yours.

“what is all this?” you asked, still standing at the doorway, because it didn’t feel real.

he shrugged. “it’s valentine’s day,” he said, as though that explained everything, like he hadn’t spent weeks teasing you for never celebrating it.

“you hate valentine’s day.”

“so do you.”

you folded your arms, squinting at him, trying to figure out what he was up to. “then why—”

“because you’ve never had one,” he said quickly, cutting you off, and his words hit you harder than you expected. “a proper one, i mean. i asked. you told me. no one’s ever done anything for you, and i…” he trailed off, frowning, like he hated how vulnerable he sounded, like it physically pained him to admit. “i thought maybe you deserved it. just this once.”

you opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. there was something stuck in your throat, and mattheo shifted on his feet like he was seconds away from regretting the whole thing.

“look, it’s not a big deal,” he said quickly, running a hand through his hair and looking away. “i just… i know i’m not good at this stuff, alright? i’m not the flowers-and-candy type. i don’t write poetry or whatever the hell people do, but i figured… i dunno. candles are nice, yeah?”

“candles are nice,” you said softly, your lips twitching upward, and mattheo’s shoulders relaxed a fraction.

“and the flowers?” he asked, nodding toward the ones by the window, a slightly smug grin creeping onto his face. “picked ‘em myself. didn’t even kill half the plants in the process.”

“that’s impressive,” you teased, finally stepping into the room, and you felt him watching you as you moved closer.

“and there’s food,” he added, gesturing to the basket as you sank down onto the blanket. “stole it from the kitchens. house elves didn’t even catch me.”

“you really went all out, huh?” you asked, glancing up at him, and you couldn’t tell if the warmth in your chest was from the candles or the way mattheo looked almost proud of himself.

“yeah, well,” he said, dropping down beside you, close enough that your knees brushed. “it’s your first valentine’s day. figured it should be worth remembering.”

you stared at him for a moment, the teasing remark on the tip of your tongue dying as you caught the way his expression softened just slightly, the way he refused to look directly at you when he said it.

“this is perfect,” you said quietly, and his eyes flicked to yours, something vulnerable flashing there before he covered it with a smirk.

“yeah?” he asked, leaning back on his hands. “good. ‘cause i have no idea what i’m doing.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “you’re doing fine.”

“fine’s not good enough,” he said, leaning forward slightly, his face just inches from yours now. “not for you.”

and before you could reply, before you could tease him or tell him just how much this all meant, he leaned in, his hand coming up to cup your face as his lips pressed against yours. it wasn’t rushed or careless, the way mattheo usually was. it was slow, deliberate, like he was still trying to prove himself, still trying to show you how much you mattered to him without needing words.

you melted into him, your hands tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened, and when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, a small grin tugging at his lips.

“so,” he murmured, his voice low, “better than those stupid chocolate hearts, yeah?”

“much better,” you said, smiling as you kissed him again, the candles flickering around you like they were part of the spell you’d fallen under.

“good. and you haven’t even seen the fireworks yet-“

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a/n : happy valentine’s day everyone !!! sending y’all much love and happiness <333

[virgil-anon]

Tom working at borgin and burkes will never not be funny to me like tjskdkskdksk I've worked customer service jobs since I was 18 and they made me, an otherwise (somewhat) fully functional adult, want to commit acts that violate the geneva convention can you IMAGINE what tom was coming up with for customers he hated? He's already split his soul at that point potentially twice like... there's definitely some bodies buried in the back is all I'm saying

[darkmarkmarauder]

𝙉𝙤, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙈𝙧. 𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚

MASTERLIST ᛪ༙

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Tom Riddle

༒ 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐮𝐦

༒ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝

༒ 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐜𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲

༒ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 I

༒ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 II

༒ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱-𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 I

༒ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱-𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 II

༒ 𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜

༒ 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲

༒ 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 & 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬

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Mattheo Riddle

༝༝༝༝ 𝟔𝟔𝟔 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

༝༝༝༝ 𝐒𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥 & 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

༝༝༝༝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞

༝༝༝༝ 𝐂𝐢𝐚𝐨, 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

༝༝༝༝ 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 I

༝༝༝༝ 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 II

༝༝༝༝ 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

༝༝༝༝ 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝

༝༝༝༝ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

༝༝༝༝ 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

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Sebastian Sallow

⛦ 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐝𝐨, 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 ⛦ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 ⛦ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⛦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⛦ 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞

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[alieninyourroom]

okay so i saw this post :

and can someone go in depth with this?? thank you!!

[camilla-mikaelson]

What are yalls top 3 DRs?

Mines:

1. Twilight.

2. Outer Banks.

3. The Vampire Diaries.

[amortentiashifts]

Whoever decided to fancast Hayden Christensen as the father of Theodore Nott(Lorenzo Zurzolo), just know you’re making me bash my head into walls because I’m so in love with both of them.

[gyumils]

isnt it crazy how one day we will al shift and all these years of trying will be worth it

[nab3rries]

thinking about my other hogwarts dr (i have a lot of them. 🙂‍↕️) where i will spend the majority of my time in hogwarts and my 20s researching and experimenting different ways of time travel, simply to satiate my curiosities. i will be a historian for my own sake and i will not publish any of my findings (i probably would be put into azkaban, as time travel is against the law).

i want to be the person that figures out how to time travel with no additional accessories (e.g. a time turner). i want to know how the ancient egyptians/greeks/romans/chinese/turks did their magic. how did it tie into their religious beliefs? was there a muggle/witch separation (i assume the statue of secrecy is only for the UK)? what was the norm, did they categorize kinds of magic (light/dark etc.)? what was disallowed (like how blood magic is taboo in europe’s wizarding world)? did they strictly use wandless magic? did they have other means of channeling magic (artwork, dancing, singing, music, poetry/literature, etc.)? did they cast spells or was it less structured? did they have incantations or was it pure feeling?

i could script all of this just to have an idea, but i really want to just learn for myself idk. like there is learning from secondary sources and there is being the primary source yourself. idk the idea of being a time traveling witch . its so cool. I’M so cool. Wow

[heartduvet]

slytherin boys see you get flirted with at a party

ⓘ in this scenario, the slytherin boys and u are in the talking stage

— draco malfoy

similar to tom, he would just storm out

asks you about it the next day in an accusing tone

clingy all day after u tell him you didn’t flirt back (his way of apologizing)

weirdly enough, after being scared and never straightforward in the talking stage, he mans up and asks you to be his gf

— blaise zabini

chuckles to himself as he sees you looking bored and repulsed

doesn’t intervene, he knows he has no right since you guys aren’t official yet

if the guy starts being a dick, he will get u out, otherwise will only ask you about it the next day

feels jealous, but this just proves to him that he needs to ask you to be his gf asap

— tom riddler

doesn’t even think about the possibility that the guy coming onto you is against your will

leaves without a word

the guy somehow happens to be paired up with him in dueling practice next monday

he does not hold back

he will not talk to you for a week

— lorenzo berkshire

“did u flirt back? bet you did, huh” in the meanest tone ever

would give u the silent treatment for a small time

you already know he’s gonna be at your dorm room at 2 am after Blaise talked to him and called him a bitch for acting like a one

never apologizes for his behavior, but is more open about u two having something going on between u onward to prevent any future casualties of the sort

— theodore nott

notices you being flirted with and happens to spill a drink on the guy

looks at said guy with 0 remorse, hits him with an “oops” before walking away

leaves you alone since he knows you two aren’t official (yet), he just needed to get u away from that prick. it’s for your sake. you’re welcome.

— mattheo riddle

sees you being flirted with almost immediately since he was staring at you from the other end of the room

walks over to you and puts a hand on your waist, looking at the guy with a ‘fuck off’ look

the guy is pissed off and walks off

he’s also pissed off and u tease him for being jealous

generally just very possessive and always has a hand on your waist, arms, back, thighs, whatever he’s allowed for the rest of the night

ⓘ this is my first tumblr post of the sort so please give me tips on how to make them better or how to make them more like their charcter would be, if i made them ooc. botched english? 1 am and not my first language HA

thank uuu ^^

[girllblogging777]

𝑠𝑙𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡 ༉‧₊˚.

↳ to the “heather” trend

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𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑜 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒

☆ matt is a little cocky about the whole thing. when he realizes you want his sweater for the trend, he’ll make a big show of teasing you.

☆ “oh, so you’re one of those girls now, huh? fine, but if you’re wearing my sweater, everyone’s gonna know who you belong to."

☆ despite the teasing, he hands it over with a grin and won’t stop smirking every time he sees you in it. he might even demand a photo for “evidence.”

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𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑡

☆ theo is quiet but observant, so he’s already aware of the trend before you even mention it.

☆ he wordlessly hands it to you on december third with a soft smile. “it’s yours, amore. you know that, right?"

☆ he enjoys the understated intimacy of you wearing his clothes, and if anyone comments on it, he just gives them a knowing smirk.

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𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑧𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑘𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑒

☆ enzo is all for it, no hesitation. as soon as he hears about the trend, he’s practically throwing his sweater at you.

☆ "here, babe. take it! honestly, you should’ve asked sooner."

☆ he’s the type to brag to everyone about how good you look in his clothes, and he’ll probably try to convince you to keep it permanently. bonus points if he later steals it back just for fun.

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𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑓𝑜𝑦

☆ draco is not a fan of trends, but when he realizes this one involves you wearing his sweater, he suddenly gets on board. he shrugs off his sweater and hands it to you, acting like it’s no big deal.

☆ "here. you might as well wear mine. can’t have people thinking you belong to someone else."

☆ he pretends to be indifferent, but seeing you in his sweater makes him proud, and he'll walk a little taller all day.

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𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑧𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑖

☆ blaise catches on pretty quickly, though he pretends not to care at first. when he realizes you're expecting his sweater, he smirks, takes it off, and drapes it over your shoulders with a dramatic flair.

☆ "you didn’t have to start a trend just to get my sweater, love. but I’ll admit, you look better in it than I do."

☆ he makes it seem like he’s doing you a favor, but deep down, he loves how proud you look wearing it.

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a/n : happy december third everyone, here’s a sweater for you in honour of “heather” day !!! please like, comment & reblog <3

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[malfoysanctuary]

What am I currently working on? ✍🏼

Draco Malfoy | Mattheo Riddle | Theodore Nott | Fred Weasley | Remus Lupin

My Recommendations 📚

[darkmarkmarauder]

Only Good Girls Get to Cum - T.R.

!warning!minorsdni, mature content, heavy bdsm

Pairing: Husband!Tom Riddle x Wife!Reader

Teasing your husband during dinner was a mistake. You knew it the moment you felt his sharp gaze on you, the silent warning in his eyes. Tom Riddle is not a man to be disrespected—not in public, and certainly not in private. Unfortunately for you, some lessons need to be learned twice.

The moment the heavy wooden doors shut behind you, sealing the two of you away from the rest of the world, you knew you were in trouble.

Tom hadn’t spoken a word since dinner, but his silence had been deafening. You’d seen the way his fingers twitched when you ran your foot up his leg beneath the table. The way his jaw clenched when you whispered filth into his ear between courses. The flicker of something dark in his eyes when you sucked your dessert off your spoon just a little too slowly.

Now, standing in the dimly lit bedroom, you finally had his full attention.

“I do hope you enjoyed yourself tonight, my love.” His voice was smooth, dangerously calm as he shrugged off his outer robe, draping it over the chair beside the fireplace. “You put on quite the show.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence, though your pulse quickened when he took a step closer. “I don’t know what you mean.”

His lips curled into something that was not quite a smile. “No?”

Faster than you could react, his hand was around your throat, pressing you back against the wall. He didn’t squeeze—yet—but the weight of his palm was enough to send a delicious shiver down your spine.

“You forget often, my wife” he murmured, his thumb dragging along the column of your throat. “I allow you freedom. I indulge you. But you will not embarrass me in front of my men.”

You wet your lips, your breath coming in short gasps. “I think you liked it,” you whispered, watching his pupils darken. “I think you enjoy punishing me just as much as I enjoy provoking you.”

His grip tightened for just a second—a warning—before he let go entirely.

“On the bed,” he ordered.

You hesitated, just to test him, and in an instant, he had you spun around, your cheek pressed against the wooden post of the bed. His hand came down sharply across your ass, the sound cracking through the air. You gasped, the sting blooming through your skin.

“I said,” he growled, his voice dangerously low, “on the bed.”

You obeyed, crawling onto the mattress, heart pounding. Tom was not a man who tolerated disobedience, and you had spent the entire night pushing him. You knew exactly what was coming.

He stood at the edge of the bed, rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, exposing the veins in his forearms. His wand was in his hand, twirling between his fingers, and with a lazy flick, invisible bindings wrapped around your wrists, securing them to the headboard.

The vulnerability sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

Tom climbed onto the bed, kneeling between your parted thighs. His hand smoothed over your hip before delivering another sharp slap to your ass. You gasped, your back arching involuntarily.

“Tell me, my love,” he mused, his fingers trailing up your spine. “Did you think I wouldn’t make you pay for your little performance tonight?”

You bit your lip, but the smirk playing at your mouth betrayed you. “I was hoping you would.”

He chuckled, dark and indulgent. “Oh, I know.”

Without warning, his fingers pressed between your thighs, feeling the slick evidence of your anticipation. He hummed in approval, his other hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“That's my girl” he murmured, sliding two fingers into your mouth, pressing against your tongue. 

You sucked on his fingers, letting your tongue swirl around them, watching the way his eyes darkened, his breath coming just a fraction sharper.

Then, just as suddenly, he pulled his fingers from your mouth and entered them inside you. The stretch made you let out a whimpered moan, your body jerking against the restraints. He set a punishing pace, curling his fingers just right, his thumb pressing against your most sensitive spot.

Your head fell back against the pillows, a desperate moan slipping from your lips. “Tom—”

His hand wrapped around your throat again, pressing down just enough to make you focus. “Try again.”

“My Lord,” you gasped, the title tasting like surrender on your tongue.

He smirked, leaning down until his lips brushed against your ear. “Good girl.”

Without warning, his mouth was on you, hot and unrelenting. He licked a stripe up your core before sealing his lips against you, sucking with a wicked precision that made your entire body jolt. Your legs trembled, pulling against your restraints, but there was no escape—not from him, not from the overwhelming pleasure he forced upon you.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmured against you, dragging his tongue through your slick folds. “So needy for me.”

Before you could even catch your breath, Tom moved, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, his strong arms locking you in place as he pressed you against the wall.

And with that, he fucked you—hard, deep, ruthlessly—the way he bounces you, shifting his grip to adjust as he starts to move, has you gasping. With every upward thrust, you can feel his cock filling you completely. 

You can feel his breath on your skin, his lips close to your ear, his voice rough with desire. "Look at you," he growls, tightening his grip on your waist as he shifts, bouncing you harder, faster. His eyes trace the way your body moves, the way your tits bounce with each thrust, and it’s driving him insane. He can barely keep his composure, the way your skin trembles beneath his hands, the way your hair falls in disarray, clinging to your flushed face, only heightening the urgency in his every motion.

His lips brush against your ear, his voice low and filled with raw desire. "You’re so fucking tight." he groans. 

His grip on you tightens, and the intensity of his thrusts deepens, his cock hitting you in just the right spot. Every movement has you gasping, your body riding him with desperation.

Your head tilts back, lips parting on a breathless moan. “i-i’m gonna cum.” 

The pressure builds, hot and overwhelming, your head tipping back against the wall as he picks up the pace, each bounce rougher, deeper. The coil inside you winds tighter, his name slipping past your lips like a desperate prayer. He feels it—the way you clench around his warm cock. And just when you think you might fall, he growls against your ear, voice dripping with command.

"Only Good Girls Get to Cum."

Pulling out, he sets you in front of him on your knees. His cock hard and wet from penetrating you. You would've been angry, furious even but it was clear to you this was your punishment. 

When you finally take him into your mouth, he exhales a low, satisfied groan, his fingers tangling into your hair as he guides your movements.

The weight of him on your tongue, the way he controls every inch of you, the soft, ragged sounds of pleasure he makes as you hollow your cheeks—it’s almost enough to make you forget your own denied release. Almost.

He thrusts deeper, fingers tightening in your hair, and when he finally comes undone, his pleasure painted across your lips and you licked them clean. 

The way he looks down at you—dark eyes flashing with ownership, jaw tight with restraint—sends a fresh wave of arousal pooling in your stomach.

"Enough games," he growls, before effortlessly lifting you further up, your legs instinctively tightening around him. He turns, the distant sound of running water reaches your ears as he carries you towards the shower. His eyes never leave yours—dark, intense, and full of hunger.

"Time for round two," he whispers, his lips curling into that smug, dangerous smile. "And this time, I’m not going to be so patient."

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a/n: father forgive me for I have sinned

LMAO but srsly tho.. anyways hope u enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. <3

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MASTERLIST

[thaliashifts]

As much as I want to believe mattheo riddle is this big bad, angry guy who fights anyone in his eye sight peripheral and all....I can't

Mattheo riddle is like a sheep in wolf's clothing, you won't step all over him correct, but seriously think about it, mattheo riddle yearns for gentle love, he worships the ground you walk on, he sees you and only you.

Imagine:

After your most exhausting classes, all you can think about is the urge to drag your weary body back to your dorm and let your bed envelop you in its comforting embrace. The thought of dinner and socializing with friends—let alone your boyfriend—fades away into the background. For a fleeting moment, you relish the idea of solitude. Finally arriving at your room, you’re greeted by the serene quietness that now fills the space, as your roommates have ventured out for dinner. With a relieved sigh, you toss your bag onto the floor, its contents spilling slightly as you flop onto your bed. But just as you sink into the soft sheets, you’re suddenly met with an unexpected gasp and a surprised push that jolts you out of your momentary bliss.

Jerking awake, you throw back your covers with a start, only to find your drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend lounging on his elbows, his tousled hair framing his face in a messy yet alluring way. "What the fuck, Y/N?" he huffs, his voice a mix of sleepiness and curiosity, free of any real irritation. You can’t help but smirk as you retort, “No, Mattheo, YOU what the fuck? You're sprawled out in MY bed.” There’s an undeniable playfulness in your tone, echoing the energy of the moment.

You sit on the bed, slipping off your shoes, turning to look at him; It’s mesmerizing how he looks at you, as if he could lose himself in those depths forever. The warmth of his gaze sends a surge of vulnerability through you; it makes him weak in the knees, breathless as he tries to fathom the beauty that is you. “Hello? Earth to Mattheo,” you tease, waving your hand in front of his entranced face, breaking the spell that binds him for just a fleeting moment.

Unfortunately for you, he’s quick and strong, effortlessly lifting you off the spot on the bed you've claimed, and trapping you in his embrace. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, a soft hum of contentment escaping his lips. The moment he hears your laughter—a sound that sends butterflies fluttering through his entire being—he can’t help but smile. It’s a laugh so distinct, so uniquely yours, that he could pick it out in a crowded room. That precious sound is all he ever wants to hear. Mattheo is the type who just can’t keep his hands to himself. They roam freely across your body, driven by a need that’s impossible to contain. How could he resist? It’s you—his forever connection. Pinkies interlinked, knees brushing, fingers intertwined in a gentle dance of intimacy. He craves every touch: hand-holding, cuddling, stealing kisses. To him, there’s no one else that matters. In his world, there’s not a trace of meanness—at least, not when it comes to you. But beware, should someone dare to hurt you, they’ll unleash a side of him that’s fiercely protective. He’ll go to battle, defending what he loves most.

They might as well be trying to tame a dragon. No matter how much time has passed—two weeks, two months, two years, even two decades—his grudge remains as fierce as ever. The moment he discovered the betrayal of your ex, who had the audacity to cheat, your former boyfriend vanished without a trace. All that was left in his wake were two severed fingers, hauntingly marked with his initials, offering just enough evidence for the authorities to begin piecing together the chilling mystery of his disappearance..

[slytherinshalo]

𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐑, heir to slytherin

“he’s the heir to slytherin he’s feared by all”

“the son of he who shall not be named”

“he’s going to be just like his father”

“… he’s evil”

“at least my father loves me and my brother”

“my father isn’t the enemy the order is”

[jtsblock]

I’ll claw my way out of the grave ⁀➷

Kow moodboards

You can wait by my grave with the-

the devil in disguise and his haunted doll, the commander of shadows, and the muse. tom riddle and zania malfoy childhood friends, future loves, and leaders, tethered together by fates, zania is the only one who doesn’t want to change tom she loves him despite his aspd, shadow power, or snake like features, tom loves her despite her haunting nature, they would claw their way out of their graves for each other if it meant that they’re together for eternity, even though whispers of lies, and vultures try to take them from one another, vultures will reap what they sow.