#tom riddle blurb

[nottsangel]

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

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

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

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[mistress-riddle]

tom’s confused when you approach him at the end of the year during his moment of rest before the school repopulates with the students coming back for the second term of the year. you’re giddy, smile wide on your glowy face, hands behind your back as you walk with a pep in your step and he puts down his book with a sigh to greet you properly.

“[name], what can i do for you?” he asks with a polite smile.

you press your lips together in contemplation before presenting him with a box “i made you a little something.”

curiosity blooms in him and he uncrosses his leg, leaning forward as looks at the box “is that so?” he hums “what’s the occasion? christmas was last week you know.”

“yes i’m aware.” you purse your lips at his slightly snarky remark and push the box further towards him to hold in his hand “it’s just a little something i put together, here you go!”

you place it in his unoccupied extended hand, the other holding the book to keep his page marked when your fingers linger slightly as they brush past his skin and you feel heat rise up to your ears so you retract your hands and clear your throat.

“anyway, i’ve got some things i need to do, bye!” you quickly turn around and head out. toms expression remains questioning as his head shifts from following your retreating figure to the cute blue box you’ve placed in his hold.

a tiny warmth which feels somewhat like excitement blossoms in tom as he stares at the box, placing the book on the seat, he opens the box on his lap and stares at the cake with writing that says

“happy 18th birthday, tom <3”

he realises you’ve given him a victoria sponge style cake and he lets out a little chuckle of disbelief. his eyes notice the note, he pulls it out to read.

i’m not a stalker, just observant (it’s the dessert i’ve seen you eat the most).

happy birthday riddle, i hope you have a good one.

— yours truly,

[name]

he catches a whiff of your perfume lingering on the letter and a lipstick mark on the back which elicits an involuntary smirk from him.

[lushaletta]

the dark lord and his distraction / tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x fem!reader

content: muggleborn!reader, swearing

summary: you distract tom from his plans. and he hates it.

a/n: this is my pt. 2 to the lamb and her wolf! idk if i like this but i kinda do but Arghh idk. there will prob be a part 3. love u guys!

read part one here!

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“Hello!” you chirp, skipping over, books in hand.

Tom’s not looking for company. In fact, he was actively avoiding it. He couldn’t continue to be distracted by you. He had work to be done, meetings to be held. But he’s a weak man recently. “Hello.”

You set your things down and lace your arms around his neck suddenly. He’s absolutely horrified. “Thank you for your help studying, Tommy, I’ve passed my exam with full marks!”

He clears his throat and you leave a patch of goosebumps in your wake. “You’re welcome,” he drawls. “You wouldn’t have to spend so much extra time revising if you’d only paid attention in class.”

Tom knows you’re merely a distraction, an inconvenience to be ignored. Deadweight to his plans. You’d be a mistake. It’s obvious what he should do. He should send you off on your merry way and end whatever friendship has blossomed between you, so you at least have a chance at living. For someone so obsessed with immortality, Tom knew he was a dead man the moment you strut into his life, all smiles and Mary Jane’s. But he’s selfish, and so you were dead right with him, that very minute.

He doesn’t like anything you bring. He doesn’t like the reactions you elicit from calling him Tommy and he doesn’t like how you make him happy. Or hopeful. There is no hope for him. He’s destined to live a half-life and he doesn’t like that he wants to make you live that life too.

And you’re not entirely stupid. You know there’s something strange about him and that’s exactly why you come every day with your books and snacks. You’re curious. He’s haunting— a concoction of allure and fear and it’s all but enticing. “Well, who wants to do that? You’re a far better teacher.”

His face casts the ghost of a smile. “Don’t you have chess club in 15 minutes?”

“Yeah. I’ll be there,” you say, easily. Then the realisation dawns on you: You’ve never given him your schedule. “Wait a second,” you laugh. “How do you know that?”

He holds an even tone. “Not hard to guess.”

You blink. Change the topic. “You’re very pretty, you know?”

His knees almost give out and he’s seated comfortably on a chair. “Thank you,” he whispers, trying hard not to sound surprised. He’s not unaware of his good looks, but how anyone could be so casual about it is beyond him.

You’re an aberration, he thinks. No, he’s sure. You write notes in the margins of his textbooks and fall asleep on his shoulder. And when you do so, you let out the cutest little snores and purr. Like a fucking kitten. It drives him to insanity and even deeper into his spiral.

“No, like, you are super pretty. It’s kind of otherworldly.”

He’s not too sure what to say. He’s never rendered speechless by anyone, but fuck, you’re his exception to just about everything. Instead, he stiffens and breathes out a small, “That’s kind.”

Your cheeks dimple and Tom swears he sees his future. But that’s crazy. He has to remember who you are and hell, who he is. He’s the Dark Lord, evil, no matter how you see him in that pretty head of yours. And you’re a filthy Mudblood.

It’s been two days and he hasn’t seen you anywhere. He’s starting to think there *is* no cure to his hysteria because he acts crazy in both your presence and absence. He thinks about you too much in both. He’s looked everywhere; in all your classes and even your dorm that he’s managed to find.

He’s about giving up. There is no point because you’re meant to be temporary.

“Hi,” you say, breathlessly as you appear behind him, startling him into oblivion. He’s a skilled Legilimens so he should’ve heard your thoughts as you creeped up, but he was too busy with his own about you.

He conceals his relief and narrows his eyes. “You have been gone.”

You look a little disheveled but beautiful as ever. Tom doesn’t sweat, but it feels like he’s going to. “Family stuff. You know how it goes!”

Tom doesn’t know how it goes. He’s used to abandonment and lonely holidays. He doesn’t know how it goes but he knows how it feels to dread the Christmases and Easters and summers because all he can look forward to is disappointment.

He winces. You notice and cringe. You don’t know much about his family but judging by that reaction, it’s no good. “Mm,” he manages. It’s silence for a bit. Comfortable silence. He’s secretly relishing in your company. “I didn’t like it when you were gone.”

What a fucking tool.

The corners of your lips curl into a soft grin. “You are adorable!” you giggle. He’s mortified.

You haven’t really told any of your friends about your blooming acquaintanceship with Tom Riddle. After all, he’s not really known for his friendliness. But you trust Camilla. And you’ve used up the last of your excuses for bailing on meals to study with him.

“Riddle. Are you joking me?”

Your eyebrows quirk up. “No. He’s a breath of fresh air from the Hogwarts hustle. Not much of a talker though. I do most of that.”

She smiles a little like it’s expected of you but it fades once she refocuses. “He doesn’t like us Muggleborns, you know.”

“That’s silly.”

“Only true. I heard Mulciber whispering about it. Like, they really don’t like us. No wonder he’s such a git towards me in class.”

“Have you ever actually spoken to Tom, though?” You fold your arms over your chest. You’re not too sure why you’re being defensive.

“Well, no—“

“That’s what I thought! You don’t give people chances, Camilla. You rely on gossip to fuel your opinions,” you spit.

Camilla puts her hands up in surrender and starts talking about the cute Ravenclaw boy she’s planning to ask out.

“Oh! And I think Murphy fancies you! He asked me to ask you how you felt about him.”

You thought about him for a moment. He’s nothing special but he’s attractive and you’re honestly willing to give it a shot.

Tom is fuming, hearing what you think. Listening from around the corner and it’s creepy and borderline stalker-ish but he’s begun to feel a strange protectiveness over you. Frenzy and all that.

So, yes. You’re merely a distraction, an inconvenience to be ignored. Deadweight to his plans. But… you were a desire. A selfish, greedy desire.

And Tom always gets what he wants.

taglist for this series! @helalokithor @mli345 (can’t find ur blog so sorry!!) lmk if u want to be added!

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Muggle Activities

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pairing: tom riddle x female reader

warnings: fluff, kissing, a snippet of protective/jealous tom

summary: you finally convinced tom to go to a carnival with you

a/n: guyss i have a small something planned when i get just a few more followers and im excited :) also i have no clue what the cost of the wristbands are so i just made up a price.

song: best song ever - one direction

"I cannot believe I agreed to this," Tom aggressively sighs.

"You did it because you love me." You stand on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek.

He lowly grumbles something along the lines of, "Yeah, yeah."

You were wearing a pastel blue, knee length sundress. Along with a matching pastel blue ribbon holding your hair back behind your head.

Tom was dressed in black dress pants and white button up. His put his hands in his pants pockets and you grabbed his elbow, pulling him to the ticket stand.

The elder woman looks at you two, "Hello."

You smile at her and fidget with one of the rings on Tom's finger. "Hi! Um, may we please have two wristbands?"

"Sure, that'll be $65."

You go to take the money from your purse but Tom grabs your wrist and shakes his head. He pulls his wallet out and hands her the money.

Before you came, you and Tom went to change some of your wizard currency into muggle money.

You sigh and look at him, "Why do you never let me pay. I feel bad, you're always spending money on me."

He leans over as the lady moves to grab the wristbands. "Who's to say I don't enjoy spoiling you, darling?"

You blush and mumble, "Well, thank you."

"Alright, here you go, enjoy."

You thank the woman and excitedly move away from the stand to put the bands on. "May I see your wrist, sir?"

"Yes, ma'am."

He holds out his wrist and you put it on, he then does the same for you.

"Alright! Where should we go first?"

Tom looks around and shrugs, "I don't know, you're the one who's familiar with these things."

"Hm, let's start with... Zero Gravity!" You grab his hand and start walking towards the ride.

"Do we have to go on rides?" Tom practically whines. "Why not those things over there?" You look at him and see him watching the carnival games. "Muggles think this stuff is fun?" Tom asks as he looks at the ride that swings back and forth as people scream.

"Yep! Oh and don't worry we'll do the games. After a few rides," you grin. "Come on."

You make it to the line and to your surprise, the line was decently short, so you were able to get onto the ride quickly.

You two stand next to each other and the ride starts a minute later, spinning so fast that you two are pushed back against the padding behind you.

After it stops, you two walk off and stand out of the way. "So! How was your first ride experience?"

"It was... nauseating. I don't know what the point of that was."

"I think it was fun!" You bounce on your feet and look up at his hair which got a bit messed up.

You reach your arms up and comb your fingers through his hair, neatening it.

"If anyone else were to touch my hair, I-"

"You would use an unforgivable curse, blah blah blah."

"You know me too well," he gives you a boyish grin. He puts his arm on your shoulders and turns you. Running his fingers through your hair and tightening your bow.

"Thanks, love," you kiss his hand. "Okay, next let's go on the swings!"

He nods and follows you like a lost puppy, although if anyone were to say that they wouldn't have a tongue to say anything again.

You two show your wristbands and find your seats. The ride begins and the swings start going around as it rises into the air. Tom has to admit it's a good view since it's nighttime and everything is lit up.

It spins for about two more minutes before slowing and going low again. When it's stopped you turn to Tom, "That was great, wasn't it?"

He shrugs as you both unhook the straps, "I don't know if I would use that word, but it wasn't bad." You walk over to him and take his hand in yours, walking through the exit. "Where to now, angel?"

You bite the inside of your cheek. "How about that roller coaster?"

He looks at where you're pointing and starts to shake his head immediately. "No. Abso-bloody-lutely not."

"Come on Tom! It's not that bad." You start pulling him and you look back at him, "It's practically the same things as the Gringotts Mine Cart."

"I suppose."

You wait a bit on the line and get put in your own cart. You hold his hand and put your free hand on his bouncing knee. "Don't be nervous, love."

He scoffs, "I'm not nervous."

You narrow your eyes at him, "Mhm."

The ride starts and you go all directions at a great speed. It goes in loops and goes up before it drops.

You look over at Tom and see his eyes closed. You smile and poke his cheek. He opens his eyes and looks at you when you laugh, "You're so cute."

He doesn't have time to scold you for calling him cute because the cart takes a sharp turn before going back to where you started.

The man running the ride comes and lifts the bars. You two step out and go down the stairs. "That was amazing," you lean against Tom's side.

"Whatever you say, darling."

"Okay, why don't we get some cotton candy and then play a few games. It's already 10:45."

"Okay," he kisses your head. You two walk over and purchase two cotton candy and then walk to one of the games.

"Tom! I need to win a fish! The poor things are probably miserable in those tiny bags."

"Okay only one though because I don't think Hogwarts allows pet fish."

"Bloody hell," Tom says holding two large buckets full of bagged fish.

"I can't leave them to die in there!"

"As much as I love how caring you are, was winning thirty-four fish necessary?"

"Yes, Tom. That lady was nice enough to let me play for almost twenty minutes. Okay! Next game."

You two walk up to the game with darts you throw to pop small balloons on the wall.

You smile at the guy working the game. He seemed about your age. "Hi!"

He looks up from his phone and Tom places the buckets on the ground. "Hey," he says, lips curving into a small smirk.

"Mind if I play once?" You ask, handing him a five dollar bill.

"Not at all," he winks and hands you three darts. You hand two to Tom and keep the last one.

Tom throws his, popping two balloons. You throw the last one and pop a balloon.

"Great aim," the guy says. "Pick whatever."

You glance around, spotting something before turning to Tom. "That looks like Novalie," you beam at him, referring to your owl. Tom looks behind you and sees the guy looking quite low in a place he certainly shouldn't be.

He turns you around and wraps an arm around your shoulder while he glares at the guy, "We'll take the owl," he says coolly.

The guy grabs it and hands it to you with a charming smile. He opens his mouth but Tom cuts him off, starting to walk away. "Let's go, sweetheart."

You glance back at the guy who's watching you two walk away. "Bye, thank you! Oh, the fish!"

"I'll get them, wait here." Tom walks over and picks up the buckets. You see him lean over and mumble something to the guy who looks like he's seen a ghost.

You hit his arm when he gets to you, "What did you say to the poor guy?"

"Nothing," he says.

"Didn't look like nothing to me."

"Nothing that you should hear."

"Tom."

"Don't 'Tom' me. We should get going, don't you want to get the fish a thing to live in?"

"A fish tank?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, luckily I saw a place called 'PetSmart' on our way here. I'm going to buy so many decorations for it."

You two walk to the car and put the fish on the floor in the back. You two sit down and as soon as you put your seatbelt on, Tom's lips are on your.

He puts his hand on the back of your neck and holds you in place.

You put a hand on his arm and the other on his shoulder. He bites your bottom lip and you lightly gasp. He slides his tongue in your mouth and slides his against yours.

You kiss him for another few seconds and then pull back breathing heavy. "Goodness me, Tom."

"I love you, you know that?"

You furrow your eyebrows, "Of course I do. I love you, too."

"You wouldn't leave me, right?"

"Tom," you peck his lips. "Never in eternity would I leave you."

"Okay. Let's go get that fish tank," he puts a hand on your thigh and starts driving.

[simonsomeriley]

magic with a cost - tom riddle ꨄ

a/n: i have the rests of whumptober that weren't posted here on ao3, and since its november i thought i'd post them here as regular hurt/comfort blurbs instead ꨄ enjoy ❤

wc: 1.1k

The fog in the Forbidden Forest hung heavy, alive with a tension that made your skin crawl. Somewhere in the shadows, Tom Riddle’s dark gaze bore into you, his presence as commanding as the very magic that seeped from his pores.

“Are you sure about this?” you whispered, your voice barely loud enough to hear. You clutched your wand tighter in your grip, letting the cool wood ground you.

Tom faced toward you again, his features illuminated by the eerie glow of the enchanted sigils carved into the ground. “Do you doubt me?” His voice was soft, well-spoken, and silky, but the warning in his tone was clear.

You shook your head quickly, “No. I could never doubt you, Tom. But I'm afraid that you're playing with magic that's beyond our knowledge—”

“I know enough,” he blatantly and confidently interrupted, stepping closer to you. His dark eyes seared with an intensity that sent shivers through you, equal parts fear and fascination. “The magic will obey me. As it always does.”

Your heart ached as you stared at him. It wasn’t just his unwavering confidence that unnerved you— it was his desperation. The boy before you, brilliant and untouchable in the eyes of the Hogwarts superiors, was still just a boy who'd wanted more than the world could give him. And now, he was on the edge of reaching for it.

Tom knelt down by the sigils, his long fingers tracing the glowing runes with an almost reverent care, “This magic— this spell— demands sacrifice,” he murmured, “But all great power does.”

“What kind of sacrifice?” you pressed, stepping closer to him despite the trembling of your hands.

He'd glanced up at that, the corners of his lips slightly curving into a boyish smile, “You’ll see.”

The candles surrounding the circle flickered violently as he began to chant, his voice low and guttural, pulling ancient syllables from the depths of forbidden and banished magic. The forest seemed to hold its breath for a second, the trees looming closer, their gnarled and dry branches casting claw-like shadows over the scene.

You felt the shift before you saw it— a ripple in the air, a sudden pull at your chest, as if the very essence of the forest was being drained into the spell. Your knees weakened, and you stumbled back, clutching your hand over your stomach.

“Tom!” you gasped at the feeling, but he didn’t stop.

The runes flared brighter, a blinding white now, and a chilling wind howled through the trees. A scream of your name snapped your attention back to him, his sharp voice cutting through the chaos.

“Stay back!” His tone was louder than you’d ever heard him before, commanding, but there was something else beneath it— something raw.

Your feet froze you in place, but your instincts screamed at you to run. This magic was wrong, abandoned, and far too powerful, in ways that made your skin crawl.

Then, it happened.

The ground inside of the circle had split open, a sickening crack that sent shockwaves up your legs. From the darkness and depth below, tendrils of black magic erupted, curling around Tom's figure like living shadows. His face contorted in pain, but he didn’t move, didn’t cry out.

“Tom!” you yelled, rushing forward this time, but the tendrils lashed out, slamming you down and into to the ground.

“Stay back!” he roared, sharper this time, his voice thick with strain.

You pushed yourself back up, tears burning in your eyes. “You’re going to get yourself killed!”

He ignored your pleads for him to stop, his hands raised, gripping the tendrils as if sheer will alone could bend them to his command. For a moment, it seemed to work. The magic trembled, recoiling slightly, and his lips had twisted into a victorious sneer.

You should have known, it wouldn't be long before it struck back.

The tendrils sank into his skin, black veins spreading like wildfire across his arms and his neck. His body convulsed, and for the first time, you saw his mask of control crack.

“No!” You scrambled forward, reaching for him, despite the searing heat radiating from the circle.

The magic screamed, as if alive, the sound piercing through your ears and forcing you to your knees. You clung to the edge of the sigils, your vision blurring with pain and panic.

“Tom, stop it, please!” you cried out to him, your voice breaking.

Finally, he looked at you. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, were wild with something that looked like fear. “I can’t.” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

You didn’t think. You acted.

Darting into the circle, you grabbed his arm, ignoring the fiery pain that shot through you. His skin burned, seared under your touch, but you didn’t let go. “Let it go, Tom!” you screamed, pulling him toward you.

With a guttural cry, Tom tore himself free from the tendrils, and the circle exploded out in a blinding flash of light.

The force threw you both back, and when the world stopped spinning, you found yourself on the forest floor, gasping for air.

“Tom?” you croaked, searching for him through the haze of smoke and ash.

He lay a few feet away, motionless. Crawling to him, you desperately grabbed his shoulders, shaking him with intensity, “Tom, wake up!”

His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, you thought you saw the boy you once knew— the boy who you had shared quiet conversations with and stolen glances in the library. But as his gaze hardened, the moment passed.

“Don’t touch me,” he hissed at you, shoving you away.

You stared at him, hurt filling your chest. “What? I just saved your life—”

“I don't need saving,” he snapped, sitting up with a wince. The black veins on his arms were fading, but they left behind red and searing scars, twisted and unnatural against his pale skin.

“Look at what it’s done to you,” you said, your voice trembling.

Tom didn’t answer. He stared at his hands, his expression unreadable and undecipherable. When he finally looked to you, his eyes were colder than you've ever seen them.

“Powerful magic always comes at a cost,” he said, his tone flat, “I'm far from foolish, and I’m willing to pay it. You should go.”

And with that, he stood, turning his back on you and the ruins of the spell that had almost consumed him.

You watched him disappear into the shadows and the outskirts of the forest, your chest aching with a pain you couldn’t quite name.

Magic had taken its price, but you feared that the cost to Tom Riddle’s soul was far greater than either of you could ever understand.

[vilentia]

Echoes of Loneliness

Tom Riddle x reader

The castle was quiet, the only sounds coming from the occasional footsteps of students returning to their dormitories. You were sitting on a bench in the courtyard, staring off into the distance, lost in thought. You had been feeling so alone lately, even though you were surrounded by people every day.

That's when you saw him walking towards you. Tom Riddle, the boy who had captured your heart since the first day you met him. You had tried to stay away from him, knowing that he had a darkness inside him that frightened you, but you couldn't help the way you felt.

"Y/N," he said as he approached you. "What are you doing out here all alone?"

"Just thinking," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

He sat down beside you on the bench and looked out at the castle walls. For a few moments, you both sat in silence.

"I know how you feel," Tom said finally. "Like you don't belong, like nobody understands you."

You looked over at him in surprise. You had never expected him to understand how you felt.

"I've always felt that way," he continued. "But I've found that there are ways to make the pain go away. To feel like you're in control."

You knew what he meant. You had seen the way he could manipulate people, the way he could make them do whatever he wanted.

"But at what cost?" you asked softly. "Is it worth it, Tom?"

He turned to look at you, his eyes piercing into your soul.

"Yes," he said firmly. "It's worth it to feel powerful, to feel like you're not alone in this world. Don't you want that too?"

You didn't know what to say. Part of you wanted to give in to his words, to let him show you how to feel powerful. But another part of you was afraid, afraid of what he might do, afraid of what might happen if you went down that path.

"Tom," you said, your voice trembling. "I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I'm strong enough."

He took your hand in his, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"You're stronger than you think," he whispered. "And I'll be here to help you, every step of the way."

You looked up at him, his eyes full of intensity and passion. You knew that you wanted him, that you needed him, but you also knew that it was dangerous.

But in that moment, as you sat there in the quiet of the castle, you felt like maybe it was worth the risk. Maybe you could be with him, be his partner in crime, be his equal.

And so you took his hand, knowing that you were embarking on a journey that would change your life forever.

[slytherinboysvip]

Imagine best friend Mattheo being absolutely obsessed with his innocent little Hufflepuff bsf but she just can’t tell. Everyone else knows, and it is quite obvious, but she just can’t think someone like him would want someone like her. But when she jokingly says she’s gonna get Cedric to take her virginity he decides it’s time he came clean.

Possibly with some soft smut if you are comfortable with it of course

bsf mattheo riddle x hufflepuff reader

hopefully this matches your request <3 i’ll most likely make a part 2 for this because.. you’ll see ;) 3.5k words

you lived a rather simple uncomplicated life, attending hogwarts as a hufflepuff with no interest in anyone’s drama. though you kept to yourself most times you tried to be nice to all your peers maintaining your classic hufflepuff demeanor, despite this there was one thing that was different about you.

you see, you didn’t see or understand why people don’t like other houses just because of “house rivalry” especially the students who weren’t even participating in any sports or point winning. and with this over your years though you had few friends you had one best friend who at first seemed rather impossible to be friends with.. mattheo riddle.

when you two met you were a fourth year and him a fifth, coincidentally you were going on to a few friends about your annoyance with people automatically assuming the worst of slytherin even though you yourself weren’t in their house or nearly like one. mattheo overheard this heated- adorable voice coming from behind him and he walked towards you carefully.

he sat down in front of you beside your friend as she gawked faces towards you at his presence. “you don’t think we’re too mean, huh?” he questioned small laugh leaving his lips. “i just think that some people are misunderstood and just because some wizards turned out bad doesn’t mean all of them in your house are” you looked at him answering his question with ease

he smirked in amusement and leaned a little closer to you “hm, hufflepuff eh? what year are you puff?” he sat back examining you and you didn’t fail to notice that nickname he slipped in “fourth year but i have an early birthday which is annoying because i could technically be out sooner” you sighed ignoring his staring.

“well, seeing as it’s ravenclaw against gryffindor do you wanna watch the quidditch game with me i know the best view” he stood up and held his hand out for you, you look towards your friends and they’re both nodding their heads for you to go so you did.

from that point on you and mattheo had been best friends, sadly he was in his seventh year and now you in your sixth nothing much had changed in your life. living vicariously through mattheo and his stories about slytherin parties and how you should go to one with him before it’s too late, he’d tell you about his sexual adventures and your jaw would drop everytime.

you yourself also confided in him though with much less interesting things, telling him how you feel unlikeable by guys sometimes because they never try to get or talk to you, or how you feel lonely because you’ve never had a a boyfriend before. hed always help soothe the thoughts away, telling you that it’s only your brain making those things up , “listen y/n, anyone who doesn’t love you is fucking insane”.

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talking to your friend zarah who’d been there since day one you always told her what you told matt, for the most part. “i just don’t get why nobody is interested in me zar, like am i genuinely that ugly” you plopped onto your bed sighing dramatically. “you’re not ugly and if you think no guys want you you’re blind i know one in particular that really, really wants you” she giggled.

you looked at her with a confused expression “i must be missing something because i have no idea who you’re talking about” you awaited her response and she just rolled her eyes and sighed “girl your practically boyfriend of a best friend you do everything with” she gave you a duh look and you just laughed. you genuinely couldn’t believe she’d even think he’d like you especially with all the girls he’d been with, “you’re hilarious, we both know he doesn’t want me he wants all the girls he tells me about” you started to compose yourself but zarah’s expression didn’t change.

“you literally must be blind y/n do you need glasses? or should i say puff? let’s talk about how that man hasn’t stopped calling you that pet name since you’ve met.. he’s in love” she rolled her eyes raising her hands in the air. “i still don’t think he wants me so there’s no convincing me” you shrugged her off and she groaned getting up and leaving your shared dorm.

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“puff you gotta come to this party, slytherin won agains gryffindor i just know this is gonna be the party you want to go to pleaseee” mattheo put his hands on your shoulders shaking you “fiinee” you attempted to answer between shakes before he let you go “if i would’ve known it was that easy i would’ve done that years ago” he rolled his eyes.

“anyways it’s tonight at like 8 so i’ll just get you from your dorm at like 7 do you think they’ll let me in? actually what’s the password?” he didn’t give you time to finish any of your sentences before you just gave him the password “butterscotch” you whispered, in response mattheo laughed “fucking butterscotch merlin that’s hilarious” you looked up at him and rolled your eyes walking away.

“i’ll see you at 7 puff” he yelled across the hall and you just gave a thumbs up and continued walking. you honestly were quite nervous seeing as you’ve never necessarily been to a party before, you’ve made small appearances at hufflepuff parties but you’ve heard they don’t even compare to slytherin.

making your way into your dorm you spot zarah and you pull her up from the common room couch “i finally said yes to a party need help now” you quickly mumbled and she quickened her pace “when does it start girl i need the info right this second come on you’re talking too long for me” she rushed and you blurted it all out “8pm he’s getting me at 7 he has the password he will be at the dorm” closing the door behind you two you both stopped to catch your breath

“sooo is it a dateee” she shimmied her arm on you winking “i already told you he doesn’t like me!!” you replied to her relentlessness. “ugh whatever we need to get you ready girl it’s already six” she pushed you onto your shared vanity chair and pulled out all of your makeup and a few things of hers, “creative control?” she asked smirking at you “mm fine but not too much” you agreed “we’ll see” she giggled.

after around 30 minutes she finished your makeup and she showed you the finished product, looking at yourself in the mirror you thought how you never would’ve put on red lipstick yet you feel really good in it. she gave you a small smokey eye and a small winged liner and you felt you looked more aggressive then you were, but you kinda loved it.

“it’s so much but so pretty” you admired yourself and the makeup she put on you slowly getting used to the feeling of fake eyelashes on your eyes. “i’m so glad you love it, but we need to find an outfit like three hours ago” she joked and rushed to your closets “i actually have the perfect dress in mind if you’re feeling the want to rep slytherin green” she raised her eyebrows up at you in a suggestive matter “sure why not” you shrugged

she handed you a velvet body con forest green dress that you were sure was going to be extremely short and you mean in every place. she held it up onto you “this will be perfect. get it on come on” she rushed you into the bathroom and you began putting it on “this is sooo tight” you called out as you struggled “oh i forgot it was a corset back wait i need to help you can i come in” she yelled through the door

“yeah come on i need this thing one me already” you struggled more as she walked in and immediately began to help you loosening the strings of the dress and pulling it down onto you “there we go now suck in like your life depends on it” she said half jokingly and began retightening the corset back. with every pull it felt like your chest was spilling out more and more and your ribs were shrinking “okay merlin that’s enough before i can’t breathe” you huffed and she stopped tying it off in a bow

“stop you look so hot y/n i bet matt will be drooling” she teased and you just rolled your eyes “what do we do with my hair” you looked at her with horror as you only had ten minutes before he should arrive. you quickly began curling your hair not really caring if it was messy just giving it some body and just as you were spraying perfume on there was a knock on your door.

zarah looked at you and whispered “answer it go go now” she pointed to the door like she was afraid to touch it herself and you walked over opening it to see mattheo in an all black button down with the top few buttons undone and black dress looking pants yet somehow he didn’t look overdressed. he didn’t say anything for a minute he was just staring at you looking up and down in awe “holy fuck y/n who did your makeup you look woah” he put his finger on your chin moving your head around examining your makeup

“zarah isn’t it pretty” you smiled and he removed his hand and replied “yeah you are, now let’s go” he grabbed your hand and you looked behind you waving bye to zarah “he’s so in love with you” she whispered before the door slammed closed.

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once you got the the party you noticed there were already many slytherins already pregaming and mattheo brought you two to them, “let’s get some alcohol in you little puff” he winked and poured you a shot of who knows what, you smelled the foul drink and it made your nose burn “come on do ittt” he cheered on and you held your nose throwing the shot back gagging at the taste. “how do people enjoy that” you made a face at him “like this” he replied taking two shots himself, “now catch up” he winked pouring you yet another

“if i didn’t know any better id say you’re trying to get me drunk matt” you laughed and he looked at you amused “obviously that’s what im trying to do it’s a party” he put the shot glass to your lips and you parted them taking the burning substance down your throat, “eugh that didn’t get any better the second time” you shook your head in disgust. “hm, let me make you an actual drink” he grabbed a clear liquor and a red juice mixing them together adding more alcohol than your past two shots and handed it to you

“matt this smells foul” you looked up at him, “just try it trust me the slytherins have the masking drink down” he winked and you reluctantly took a sip, and to your surprise all you tasted was juice. after taking another few sips you quick began drinking it and mattheo pulled the cup from your lips “slow down there this shits dangerous you’ll get so drunk you won’t be able to walk straight” he chuckled. “it’s not my fault they made it taste like juice” you shrugged still sipping.

“hey mattheo have your little hufflepuff take some shots with us” enzo threw his arm around your shoulders and mattheo pushed them off almost immediately “no she doesn’t need any shots” he spoke “you didn’t even ask me” you protested, granted you didn’t necessarily want to take any shots you just didn’t like being talked for. “oo are you sure you’re not slytherin you got an attitude” enzo laughed handing you a shot and you looked at mattheo who rolled his eyes as you took the shot.

throwing the shot back the burning sensation took over your throat and you could feel it rushing down your throat. you coughed a bit and chugged your drink for comfort “puff you’re going to get shitfaced slow down” matt fully took your cup this time and you were already feeling it. giggling looking up at him “okay now who was going to tell me party’s are fun” you continued giggling.

the music started playing and the slytherin common room was now getting more and more packed. you saw fifth year students and up in here, even a few ravenclaw and hufflepuffs your recognized. to your surprise in the corner of the party you spotted cedric diggory talking to a group of girls holding a drink.

pansy noticed your head being stuck in a certain direction and followed your eyes “oh em gee, someone’s got their eyes on a certain hufflepuff” she winked shoving her shoulder at your “shhhhh he’s just nice to look at” you giggled at her and she giggled along “you two would be soo cute” she added dragging you back to the drinks

“let’s take some shots!” she exclaimed handing you two , you took them smiling and shot them back with her, a woo leaving her mouth. “here chaser, chaser!” she shouted handing you another drink this time what looked like a lot of the punch, downing it all she laughed “girl we’re gonna be gone”. looking around you were seeing doubles of everything but didn’t want the night to already end.

“so, are you a virgin?” pansy shouted over the music making your already alcohol flushed face even redder “pansy!! you can’t just ask that!!” you shouted back flustered at the intrusive question, “i’m only curious girl” she giggled and gave you begging eyes “come onnnn” she shook you till you gave in “fine yes i am but don’t tell anyone!” you replied back as lowly as you could over the music

“who would you lose it to?” she giggled “i lost mine to blaise hehe sshhhh” she winked, considering she just told you her secret you felt obligated and just looked around “i mean i guess cedric” you giggled as she pointed at him after your response. before she could say anything else you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist and drag you off. trying to kick your way out was useless and they brought you to an empty dorm.

through all of this you couldn’t tell who it was kicking and screaming for them to let you go till you heard mattheos voice “puff calm down it’s just me” he sighed putting you down on what you now assumed was his bed “why did you bring me in here that was so scary” you huffed trying to gain your composure. “diggory?” he scoffed not answering your question.

you looked at him confused as to what he was on about “what do you mean? what about cedric” you cocked your head to the side in confusion “you lost your virginity to him??” he questioned stepping closer to you looking rather.. pissed. you just laughed in response “me? lose my virginity to cedric?.. you’re funny” yeah you fantasized about it but it certainly wouldn’t happen.

“what were you talking to pansy about then??” he looked at you unconvinced, “she asked if i lost it and i said no, but id let him take it.-“ you shrugged “besides you know i tell you everything matt i’ve never even had a boyfriend let alone a guy be interested in my virginity” you sighed laying back onto the bed now feeling upset.

you heard mattheo sigh and you picked your head up to look at him, his eyes stared back at you in silence before breaking it “believe me there’s a lot of guys who want to get in your pants” he rubbed his fists and you gave him a confused expression yet again “what are you on about matt?” you were getting sober just from all of this extra mystery.

he walked over to the bed sitting beside you, “listen when we met you were just.. blooming completely and i would be lying if i didn’t say i first went up to you because of your looks.. well overtime you know we became friends and i noticed other guys staring in ways they shouldn’t have been so i had to teach them a lesson.” he looked at you and yo didn’t know how to respond to something like that.

“what exactly are you saying matt?” you didnt understand what he was poking at, did matt mean to say he basically likes you? were you reading too much into this? “look y/n, no one else in this school fucking deserves you. hell i don’t deserve you but i know i can treat you how you need. don’t ask me what took so long to confess to you y/n, but do you feel even remotely the same?” he let it all out quick and fast, and your mouth dropped.

“you want.. me?” you looked at him in disbelief and he just smiled “that’s what that whole speech was about, yeah” he chuckled nervously awaiting your reply “why?” you sighed still slightly unconvinced “have you fucking seen yourself puff? you’re so undeniably gorgeous, i don’t know how i hold myself back from you everyday” he leaned in closer to you making this all seem more real. without thinking you allowed yourself to lean into him, faces and lips meeting for the most magical first kiss you could’ve ever imagined.

“you’re so fucking beautiful y/n” he grabbed your face pulling you closer to him till you straddled over his lap sitting down continuing the now makeout. “this is so much better than.. imagined” you huffed through the kisses. you could already feel mattheos member growing beneath you and you never thought you’d be the one experiencing this from your best friend.

you’d be lying if you didn’t admit to a fantasy or two about him in the past but this was already one thousand times better than ever imagined. mattheos lips kissed their way down your neck leaving small marks tiny moans leaving your mouth, “i need to hear more of that, y/n, let me eat you out.. please i need a taste” he continued his kisses along your neck bringing them back to your lips “i’ve never- mm yes” you replied as his fingers began making circles over your underwear.

“you sound so good fuck” he groaned pulling you off of him and getting off the bed, “you’re sure of this?” he questioned one last time and you just nodded impatiently awaiting his next move. next thing you knew he was yanking you to the edge of his bed and slowly removing your pants and underwear looking up at you from below. “holy fuck puff.. you’re fucking soaking” he breathed out over your pussy sending tingles down your spine.

without warning his mouth met your untouched area and you felt things never imaginable. his tongue made its way around your bulging clit, flicking it up and down and making his way to your entrance sucking and licking “you taste so good holy fuck” he huffed going right back in not even looking up at you, “can i put two fingers” he spoke from your pussy and you couldn’t even properly answer “mm y-yes” you replied between your moans.

you felt his slender fingers teasing your entrance and he slowly began inching one in and out teasingly, “mattheo-“ you huffed and he chuckled shoving both fingers in, loud moan escaping your mouth and this new feeling. he did a few different moments trying to figure out what makes you moan the most, soon his tongue was sucking expertly on your clit as his fingers twisters and curled inside of you.

“matt i want to.. try” you moaned at this pleasure wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you now. “mm but you’re not ready yet puff” he continued devouring your pussy simply divulging in it as if he’d never eaten anything before. his pace on everything quickened and you were already near your own orgasm, “if you don’t s-stop i’m gonna cum” you moaned loudly trying to control yourself.

“let go for me sweetheart” he sucked harder on your clit, the nickname and action forcing your orgasm to flood over you harder than you’ve ever been able to make yourself experience. your body was shaking and you couldn’t hold your reactions back, mattheo slowly licked your gushing area clean before standing up “mm now i think you’ll be ready soon” he smirked leaning down over you, grabbing your chin and giving you a kiss.

[leona-hawthorne]

❦ BOYFRIEND’S BROTHER!MATTHEO

— boyfriend’s brother!mattheo ; the problem you never asked for, wrapped in a smirk and bad intentions. he's always there—leaning against the counter when you visit, waiting for the moment you walk out of tom’s room so he can catch you alone, thinking of all the ways he could ruin you, and he’s not afraid to flirt with you right in front of his brother. whispers filth in your ear and shames you for it like it's your fault for listening. you tell yourself it's harmless—that you love tom, that mattheo is just a nuisance—but then his hand slides up your thigh under the dinner table, and suddenly, harmless doesn't exist anymore.

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[starkeysmoon]

EDGE OF DESIRE

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: in mattheo riddle's dorm, the air is thick with tension. a few teasing words arouse a deeper desire, and before you know it, the quiet night is consumed by an undeniable, heated pull. 

warnings: explicit content, smut, including unprotected p in v, heavy sexual tension, teasing and playful banter, use of pet names like "baby" and "love," brief dominant/submissive themes, possessive language, light fluff, verbal cues and consent being emphasized.

words: 1,948

the room was quiet, the only sound the soft rustling of the emerald-green curtains in the breeze. the dim light from a single enchanted lantern cast faint shadows across the stone walls, its glow muted but warm against the cool, dark space. mattheo’s presence beside you felt heavier, more intense, and you couldn’t help but feel the pull of his proximity. 

his eyes were locked on you, studying every inch of your face like he was trying to figure out a puzzle he was dangerously close to solving.

“you’re trouble,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that all-too-familiar smirk. 

you raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly, your voice barely above a whisper. “am i?”

mattheo’s gaze flickered down to your lips, then back to your eyes, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. 

his hand moved, almost hesitantly at first, brushing against yours before his fingers twined with yours. the heat from his touch spread through you like wildfire.

“there’s no such thing as trouble if you know how to handle it,” he said, his voice low and smooth, his lips barely moving as he spoke.

you could feel the space between you both closing, the air thick with unspoken words, with the promise of something more. 

your heart beat faster, each passing second pulling you further into the moment. 

“i think i’d like to see how you handle it,” you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

mattheo’s smirk deepened, his hand shifting to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. his lips brushed against yours, soft at first, testing, but as the kiss deepened, it became more urgent, as if you both couldn’t get close enough.

the room seemed to disappear, leaving only the intensity of the moment. 

his arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto his lap as he deepened the kiss further. his hands roamed over your back possessively, his touch both gentle and demanding. 

he broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your neck, his hands sliding lower to your waist. "you always push,"

you chuckle as you move your hands to the back of his neck, asking, "do i?” 

your fingers play with the hairs at the back of his neck, making his breath catch. his hands tighten around your waist as he nuzzles into the touch.

"mmm," he murmurs against your skin, placing a soft kiss on your pulse point. "driving me insane with it."

"like that, huh?"

he smirks against your neck "exactly like that," he whispers, his voice low and husky. 

his hands move to your hips, pulling you even closer, wanting to feel every inch of you against him. "tell me something... do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?"

you shake your head in response, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as you press your clothed core against him, feeling the heat of his breath hitch.

mattheo inhales sharply as you grind against him, a low groan rumbling in his throat. his grip on your hips tightens, assisting your movements.

"incredibly sexy," he breathes out, his eyes darkening with desire as they meet yours.

you let out a soft giggle, the sound playful and teasing, before you start grinding slowly against him, drawing a deep, quiet breath from him in response.

his breath catches as you continue your maddeningly slow grind, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through him. 

"you wicked, teasing thing," he growls playfully, his hands slipping under your shirt to caress the smooth skin of your back. "driving me absolutely crazy..."

"you drive me insane too, love," you whisper, a wicked grin playing on your lips. slowly, you guide his hands, pressing them against your chest, feeling the heat of his touch. "touch me here... don’t hold back."

mattheo’s eyes flare with hunger as your hands guide his to your chest. his palms cover the soft swell of your breasts, thumbs brushing teasingly over the peaks already straining against the fabric of your shirt. 

"like this?" he murmurs, voice rough with barely restrained desire.  a moan erupts from your throat, the sound soft yet eager. 

"just like that, love," you breathe, your body responding to him with a need that matches his own.

he can feel your warm breath against his neck, hear the soft moan that escapes your lips. it’s driving him mad. he hooks his fingers in the neckline of your shirt, slowly pulling it down to expose more of your soft skin and the lace edge of your bra.

you increase your pace grinding against him, getting desperate for any source of friction to soothe your burning need. his breathing becomes ragged as he watches you move against him, feeling every grind against his hardness. 

his skilled fingers trace the edge of your bra, tormenting you with anticipation. "is this what you need, baby?"

"yes," you breathe, your voice soft but filled with need. "i need you... now."

his patience snaps at your desperate plea with a swift motion, he rips your shirt open, the sound of tearing fabric filling the room. 

he pushes the torn fabric off your shoulders, his gaze devouring the sight of your bra-clad breasts heaving with your frantic breathing. "look at you,"

you giggle at his reaction, the sound teasing and light, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you watch him struggle to maintain control. he smirks at your giggle, finding it utterly adorable even in his haze of desire. his fingers deftly unhook your bra, freeing your breasts.

he groans at the sight of you bare before him, your pink nipples hardened into tight peaks. "you’re so fucking beautiful,"

you smile at his compliment and guide his hand to my right breast. 

he takes the hint, palming your breast possessively. his thumb swirls around your nipple, watching as it pebbles even further under his touch. 

he leans in, capturing the other peak with his mouth, suckling and nipping gently. "i love these perfect tits,"

"they’re all yours," you whisper, your voice low and laced with anticipation, locking eyes with him.

his heart clenches at your words, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest. he switches breasts, giving the other the same attention as he grinds his hips against yours, seeking more friction. "all mine, hmm? and this pretty pussy too?"

"yes," you whisper, your voice laced with pure joy, a soft gasp escaping as the sensation overwhelms you.

not needing any further invitation, mattheo swiftly pushes his hand into the waistband of your pants, seeking out your warm, wet heat. his fingers find your slick folds, teasing them gently before plunging two deep inside you. "merlin, you're soaked, baby. all for me?"

"need you," you whine, your voice thick with longing, the words tumbling out, "so badly.”

his control snaps, hearing your desperate whine. he removes his fingers long enough to push your pants down, exposing you completely.

his cock strains painfully against his own pants, throbbing with need. "tell me what you need, sweet girl. my mouth? my fingers? my cock?"

you reach out to the bulge in his pants and gently brush your fingers against it. the gentle touch is his undoing. he grabs your wrist, pressing your hand firmly against his straining erection.

"that’s it, touch me. feel how hard I am for you." he lifts his hips, grinding his cock against your hand through his pants.

"all worked up for me, huh?" you smirk, stroking your hand against him before reaching for the zipper of his pants.

his eyes roll back at the sensation of your hand on his zipper. he helps you unzip his pants, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. he’s huge, thick and long, the head already leaking precum.

he captures your lips in a searing kiss, his hand moving between your legs again, this time finding your clit. he circles it expertly while pressing his hard cock against your stomach.

 "tell me what you want..." he murmurs against your lips "tell me to fuck you..."

you whine, the heat of his cock pressed so close to your core sending a wave of need through you, every inch of contact heightening the tension between the two of you. “fuck me, mattheo. i want you."

with a snarl, he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist. He aligns his thick head with your entrance and thrusts up hard, impaling you completely on his huge cock. He holds you there, stretching you wide. "Oh god, you're so fucking tight."

you moan at the feeling, the warmth and girth of him soothing you from the inside. he pulls out slowly, only to slam back in, setting a brutal pace. His hands grip your hips tightly as he pounds into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

"fuck, i can't believe i fit inside you." feeling your tight walls clench around him, mattheo grins wickedly, picking up speed.

"guess I'm just really good at fitting in tight places, huh?" he teases, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts that hit that perfect spot inside you.

"oh, fuck" another moan escapes you as his hands tighten on your hips, pulling you down onto him even harder as he lifts his hips to meet yours. he's hitting that spot inside you over and over, making you see stars.

"you like that baby?" He growls, his voice hoarse with exertion.

"mmmm" you hum contentedly in response, closing your eyes, allowing the moment to envelop you completely in pure bliss.

mattheo's eyes roll back in his head as he feels your hum vibrate through your body, sending shivers up his spine. he reaches between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight circles as he continues to pound into you. "fuck, you're so damn responsive. i love it."

stars begin to cloud your vision, and you feel a warm, contented sensation in your stomach, as if everything is aligning perfectly.

his fingers on your clit quicken, wanting to send you over the edge. ''baby, fuck. let go for me, i want to feel you cum all over my cock." 

mattheo grips your hips tighter, angling to hit your sweet spot dead-on with each powerful thrust. his words were your undoing. the tension in your stomach releases as ecstasy flows throughout your body, leaving you shaking for a few seconds.

mattheo groans deeply as he feels your walls clench and spasm around his throbbing cock. he buries himself deep inside you, his own release ripping through him as he pumps hot, thick streams of cum into your pulsating pussy.

he then collapses forward slightly, draping his upper body over yours without crushing you. he presses lazy kisses to your neck as they both ride out the waves of pleasure, his cock still twitching inside you. "holy hit, that was..."

"bloody brilliant," you smile, your eyes lighting up. he chuckles breathlessly, nuzzling your neck before gently pulling out and easing you both onto the bed.

wrapping you in his strong arms, he smiles against your skin. "brilliant indeed. i don't think l've ever come that hard in my life."

"well then, i’m definitely a lucky young lady," you say, your eyes sparkling with gratitude and a hint of mischief.

he grins, lifting his head to press a soft kiss to your lips. his eyes twinkle with affection and a hint of mischief. "you’re more than lucky, love. you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger."

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[deadghosy]

Imagine the Slytherin boys trying to bribe their favorite first year into picking who’s their favorite. Like oh mattheo is trying to bride them through candy, Theodore is trying to bribe through giving them spells they haven’t learned. Lorenzo is babying them to the point first year!reader always comes to him. Draco is bribing with money and spoiling them. Tom is basically being overprotective and trying to pull them away most from the boys so he can create a bond with reader. And Blaise, Blaise lets you play any song you like while you two chill, relax, and paint.

[ageofstarkey]

blood and cuts ✰ m. riddle

summary: matthéo gets into (another) fight, and you’re there to clean him up

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

warnings: mentions of mild injuries, nothing else rlly?

notes: hi!! this is the tiniest little blurb ever but i’m down horrendous for mattheo n i think it’s cute so i’m posting!! i also spelled his name as matthéo (pronounced ma-tay-o) bc i headcanon him as french lmfaooo - anyways!! enjoy!!

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you look at matthéo with a soft sigh. “again?” his handsome face is spattered with blood and cuts, and there’s a dark bruise forming around his right eye. tentatively, you step forward, taking his face softly in your hands. you roll his head gently from side to side, intently assessing the damage. another sigh. “i wish you’d stop fighting every person who looks at you wrong”

matthéo grins in that devilish way he always does, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. he immediately follows it with a soft swipe of his thumb, gathering the small smear of blood he’d left in his wake. “would you believe me if i said he deserved it?”

“they almost never deserve it, théo.”

he shrugs, settling his hands on your hips. “i tend to disagree.” then he’s tugging you swiftly against him, coaxing an involuntary little squeal from your throat. “i honestly think you would’ve swung on the poor git if you’d been there.”

you roll your eyes fondly, sliding your hands around to the back of his neck. “tell me about it while i clean you up, hm?”

matthéo grins at you tenderly, leaning forward to kiss you again. this time, he lingers a little longer, and you can taste his blood on your lips when he pulls away. “deal”

[nottsangel]

Yk what I feel like everyone says Tom Riddle wouldn’t eat u out. I am the only one that thinks that he loves it. He’s a whole MUNCH

and the reason he loves it is because it’s all about power to him. he’ll hold you down, strong hands firmly gripping your trembling hips as he fucks you with his tongue until you’re screaming and coming all over his face. he’ll probably have you tied to the bed as well, ensuring there’s no way for you to move or push him away as he takes his time with you for hours. and obviously after you reach your orgasm, still shaking from the intense release, he won’t stop— he’ll overstimulate you until tears stream down your face and you feel another orgasm nearing already.

“you’re only making this harder for yourself so stay still. i’m not done yet.”

“tom, i can’t—“

“you can. and you will.”

he sucks so harshly on your sensitive, swollen clit— it got you whimpering and whining, desperately wanting to push him away out of instinct yet also wiggling your hips in a way that gets you closer to your orgasm before you cum all over his face once again— but certainly not the last time that night.

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[amongemeraldclouds]

starry eyed

Tom Riddle never meant to feel affection. That warm, sickly feeling felt like indigestion and heartburn. An inconvenience. But Salazar, you had never been on a date. It was an injustice he needed to make right.

Tom Riddle x f!Reader | Based on this request | Fluff

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It was just supposed to be another project. Tom Riddle expected you to just be another schoolmate who would let him do most of the work so he could have things exactly as he wanted. He never minded the work; enjoyed it, even. But he did mind having another student’s grimy fingers all over his carefully planned and skillfully executed projects. Just the thought of it made him want to cast crucio on whoever owned those grimy fingers.

Yet you managed to squeeze your way through his neatly arranged schedule. A row of clean lines and routines that made room for your squiggles and smiles. Literally. You had penciled yourself in his timetable “library with y/n for Astronomy project :)”. At least you had capitalized the A in Astronomy as all subjects should be.

That was how he first found himself walking towards you at the library. People respected him, was even intimidated by him. But you smiled up at him like you had been friends forever and he nearly doubted for a second if he was supposed to be there. He figured you were either naive, a lamb prancing into the lion’s den, or simply unbothered.

“Why did you invite me here?” He asked, placing his books across you in the library.

“Hi Tom,” you beamed, ignoring his question. “I’m doing great. Thanks. For a smart person, that sure is a silly question.”

He clenched his jaw and so you soldiered on. “We were paired together for the project so I thought we’d meet tonight to discuss. You may not be used to it Mr. Perfect, but I always help out with all my projects so like it or not, you’re stuck with me.”

“Fine,” he breathed out quickly. “Just try to keep up,” he said curtly as he opened his books to discuss.

“Maybe you’re the one who has to keep up with me,” you said, unfazed.

But he ignored you and launched straight into the project details and his plans. Your eyes widened and you grabbed your notebook and pen. Tom’s mouth twitched and you imagined it was his version of a smile. He really was going to make it difficult for you, but you were up for the challenge.

You may have also had a crush on him, but that definitely had nothing to do with the way your heart was pounding in your chest. School could also be intense and exciting. Ha.

By the third written sentence, you managed to catch up and gather all the details he had in mind for the project. You asked questions about the plan and Tom was surprised you mentioned a minor detail he had not previously considered. It irritated him, but you had also managed to earn his respect.

The discussion had been a lot more engaging than he thought. Though it probably didn’t say much considering his expectations had been so low, it had melted with the lava down the centre of the Earth.

You tapped on the table lightly. “Now that we’ve accomplished a lot, it’s time for snacks!”

Tom blinked, not sure if he heard you right. “What are we to do with snacks?”

You blinked back. “To eat. So we can take a break from all the studying?”

“I don’t do breaks. My focus levels are perfectly fine,” he stated.

“This is why you’re so grumpy all the time! You don’t eat snacks or take breaks,” you slapped a hand to your forehead.

“Ah yes you have cracked the mystery. You now know everything about me,” he replied sarcastically and you snorted. If you hadn’t felt so tired, you may have spent some energy being embarrassed for your un-lady like behaviour in front of your crush. But you had your priorities straight.

“Try these biscuits I baked and I promise you will know all about joy and the wonders of the universe,” you offered.

“So it’s spiked?”

You looked horrified. “I’ll have you know my baking is magical all on its own.”

“It’s bad enough that I have to work on this project with you. If I go on this break with you, will you leave me alone to complete this project?”

“Maybe,” you said, scooping up your belongings and rushing out the library before he could change his mind. You inwardly cheered when he followed you.

Tom didn’t take any of your words seriously, but when he bit into the biscuit, the buttery goodness that melted in his mouth made him feel like he was coming home to a place he never knew he belonged to. Not that he would ever tell you.

“What’s your favourite astrological event?” He asked as he savoured the biscuit.

“I love meteor showers, though I’ve never seen one before. Imagine seeing a cluster of stars raining down the sky,” you said, after a moment’s pause.

“Don’t have to imagine, I’ve seen it before,” he said unimpressed.

Your eyes widened in fascination. “What did you wish for?”

He looked affronted. “I don’t do wishes, I make things happen.”

You slapped your thigh and his eyes followed your movement, making you blush. “How could you not make a wish? It’s like having a magic lamp and using it as a teapot. Where’s the wonder and romance?”

“Magic is a science, it’s why we’re here,” he insisted.

“We’re here for biscuits,” you declared instead and shoved another into your mouth. He inwardly smiled. Sure, if anything were to be magical the way you saw it, he supposed it could be those heavenly biscuits. 

He was sure that was the last time he’d meet you outside of class. But the very next day, he found your squiggly handwriting on his timetable again. “Library with y/n for Astronomy project + snack break :)” He sighed, but he secretly looked forward to the buttery biscuits.

You made good progress on the project as the days passed. Tom continued to be surprised by your helpful contributions. Sure they were unconventional and your process was far too scattered for his liking, but you came up with creative ideas and were equally as committed as he was to the project.

Tom suggested extra research for some information he wanted to include and you managed to read all the chapters he wrote down. All for the love of education. You were certainly not a girl trying to impress your crush. Nope.

The snack breaks were also not as miserable as Tom thought they would be. You got to know each other better and there was something strangely fascinating about you. Then there were those life-changing biscuits.

He sometimes found himself craving those buttery goods during his long hours of studying. The problem was that he could not get them anywhere else except from you. It didn’t help that you were nearly done with your project and would soon have no reason to see each other. That diabolical woman, he thought.

Something else stayed with him. On one of your snack breaks, you finally built up the courage to ask Tom about his dating life. He managed to deflect and turn the question around to you, but you didn’t mind. Hopefully you sharing would one day help him open up to you.

“What was the last date you’ve been on?” He asked and you watched in slow motion when he licked the corner of his lip to catch a stray crumb. You had to dig your nails into your palm to stop yourself from squealing.

Then you thought hard about his question. “What qualifies as a date?” You asked cautiously.

“Someone who likes you takes you out, preferably somewhere you like, and you spend quality time together.”

“Well,” you turned it over in your head, “then I guess I’ve never been on a date before.” You quickly added, “I have had boyfriends before, we just did things they liked and anyway, it’s no big deal.”

It had been days, but he still seethed at the memory. He was not one for romance, but even he felt indignant that all that sunshine and sweetness was wasted on boys who didn’t know what they had. That evening, he added you to his timetable himself. He was going to set things right.

“Are you sure you’re not here to m*rder me and take full credit for our brilliant project?” You asked as you followed Tom Riddle deeper into the woods. You hugged your coat tightly as the evening chill swept around you. The crickets chirped and twigs snapped below your feet.

“Do you think I’d announce it if I was? Besides, there’s no one around so you’ll just have to trust me,” he replied.

“I thought we were becoming friends,” you remarked.

“Never assume things,” he said matter of fact.

You gripped your wand tightly and walked on. He was right. You followed a boy into the woods at night because you had a crush on him. You cursed inwardly and vowed to make better decisions in your next life.

We’re here!” he announced. There was a clearing ahead and before you could ask what it was, he pointed to the sky. “Should be about now,” he commented. The next moment, you watched as stars glittered and rained down the sky. It was a meteor shower. Your eyes brightened, reflecting the glowing lights that dove through the sky.

“You said you’ve never seen one before and it just so happens there’s one tonight and this is the perfect spot,” he explained before you could even ask. He then asked you to make a wish.

“Only if you make a wish with me,” you said, looping your arm around him. You figured it was the closest he’d allow a hug. Surprisingly, he stayed beside you, letting you lean into him.

“Isn’t it enough to just watch this with you? You like it, don’t you?”

The pieces clicked in your head. “You said and I quote ‘a date was when someone who likes you takes you out, preferably somewhere you like, and you spend quality time together.’ Mr. Tom Riddle, is this your way of telling me you like me? Is this,” you motioned at the stars and around you, “a date?”

“What did I tell you about assuming things?” He deflected and pointed at the stars again. “They won’t fall forever, you know. Are you going to use this magical lamp as your teapot?”

Perhaps it was the shooting stars or the cold evening air, or being alone with the boy you liked in the dark forest, that made you bold. 

“What if you’re the only one who can grant my wish?” You gave him your brightest smile and Tom could read all the words you’d never speak aloud in your eyes. He shook his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips and he brought them down to yours.

The kiss was surprisingly gentle and you wrapped your arms around him, letting your body melt against him. He pulled you in closer, his arms strong and confident as if you belonged to him. He placed tender kisses down your jaw, moving slowly to your neck, and as you gazed up, you watched the last of the stars fall down the sky. 

The cold bit down your skin as Tom stepped back and you immediately missed his warmth. “You like me!” You beamed.

“How are you so sure I’m not just after the biscuits?”

You wrapped your arms around him, enjoying the warmth again. “I’ll bake you all the biscuits you want. Doesn’t change the fact that you also like me, which works perfectly because I like you too. You’re never getting rid of me now.”

Tom returned the hug. Not that he wanted to get rid of you anyway.

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A/N: Tom secretly liking biscuits is so adorable. A subtle nod to our tea party!

[lushaletta]

could I request some tom fluff pls? I feel like there’s none on the internet, tyy 🌸💗

a/n: short lil blurb for this one, tysm for requesting <3

“Tom,” you say gravely.

He looks up from his work, a rare occurrence. “Yes?”

You take a deep breath and in totally honesty, he’s preparing for the worst. You’re breaking up with him. Or you’re dying before he’s even figured out how to make that impossible. Or, god forbid, you’ve found another man. He shudders at the mere thought.

“Would you..” your voice is shaky. “Would you still love me if I were a worm?” You say it like you’re genuinely worried.

A sense of relief washes over his entire body before it turns into exasperation. “What?”

“Well, would you?”

The pure insanity of the question has him almost laughing. “That’s ridiculous.”

You huff, wiggling a little from where you’re sat on his bed. “That’s not an answer!”

Tom has zero idea how to respond. Should he take into consideration the logistics of the matter? He sighs. “Are you a sentient worm in this hypothetical?”

You grin. “Mhm! I’m just me, but.. worm.”

It takes a beat before he says anything else. He’s pondering.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

He clears his throat uncomfortably, eyes looking everywhere but at you. “I would continue to love you if you were a worm.”

You erupt into laughter and leap onto him, trapping him in a hug he could easily escape, but doesn’t. “‘Continue to!’ So you do love me!”

“I think I have made that clear.”

[halles-notebook]

slytherin boys headcanons: fight edition

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summary: this is how i imagine the slytherin boys would react if you got into a fight ꩜ .ᐟ

warnings: toxic behavior, asshole behavior, tom riddle being tom riddle, & fights.

includes: mattheo riddle, theodore nott, draco malfoy, lorenzo berkshire, & tom riddle. ౨ৎ

mattheo riddle:

okay let’s be honest… his defensive mechanism is insults. if he thinks your gonna hurt him, he decides he’s gonna do it first.

that being said, i feel like in the heat of the moment he would definitely say some hurtful stuff…

however, the second he sees your eyes getting watery, bro is rushing to your side and spewing out apologies!!!

“no no no, princess, please don’t cry. i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean it.”

would spend dayssss after the fight buying you expensive stuff and giving you his undivided attention! he feels like shit about it and wants to make it up to you.

you definitely are walking him like a dog for at leasstttttt a week after! ᯓᡣ𐭩

theodore nott:

passive aggressiveness. his sarcasm is on the highest level.

he’d honestly be super annoying and sarcastically agree with you just to rile you up😭

butttt if he sees your actually getting upset and hurt that he keeps avoiding talking maturely about to issue, he’d guiltily apologize and try to communicate better. (don’t expect him to be amazing at it though..)

“i’m sorry, mia cara. i’m not good at this stuff…”

i feel like he’d try to avoid you for a little bit after the fight because he feels guilty about it and sucks at expressing his emotions, but he’d eventually pull it together and come find you! ₊ ⊹

draco malfoy:

…. excuses.

he isn’t the best at taking the blame for his actions. he feels cornered when you approach him about it and try’s to make it seem like he wasn’t in the wrong.

if he sees that it isn’t working and he’s just making you even more upset, he’ll man up and apologize.

“i’m sorry, darling. it was wrong of me to do _____.”

he’ll feel guilty about it and buy you unnecessarily expensive stuff to show you he’s sorry😓 bro is putting his gringotts vault to WORK.

lorenzo berkshire:

he is DEFINITELY the best communicator on the list.

i feel like he’d stay calm about to whole situation and try to find a solution. honestly, he’d probably be the one calming you down.🎀

“it’s okay, sweetheart. tell me what you’re feeling.”

he’s not a fan of yelling so if he got really upset he’d probably just use his hands to accentuate his point.

if he was in the wrong, he’d do you’re favorite things with you and spend every waking second with you.

if you were in the wrong, he’d probably forgive you within 24-48 hours.

tom riddle:

….. where do i start.

he’s a silent seether, he’ll just being standing there with his jaw clenched as you try to communicate with him.😭

will somehow find a way to turn it on you and gaslight you into thinking you’re in the wrong.

honestly, he won’t apologize for whatever he did unless your so pissed that you ignore him for weeks.

only then does he swallow his pride and begrudgingly spit out a pitiful, “i’m sorry.” ʚɞ

[vilentia]

Echoes of Loneliness