#very fluff with smut at the end/lots of yearning and pining from Tom

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

Golden hour - Tom Riddle x Reader

Chubby, she/her, afab, Hufflepuff, shorter than Tom, glasses wearing reader!

I spent more time writing this out on c.ai instead of actually writing this lol. also i borrowed stuff from other Tom/reader fics that i read on ao3

Warning; Smut, fingering- Idk, body worship and lots of touching. Oh and OOC Tom because canon him would never act like this at all. We’re all delulu~

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Why was he even here? He hated parties!

He barely tolerated the Slug club parties, so how had his followers convinced him to come to this party with loud music, drinking, dancing, and other obnoxious things? He kept to himself for nearly the entire party-declining any invitations to dance or drink.

He was bored, and starting to feel that buzz as he drank his alcoholic butterbeer. He was very much a lightweight as he learned thanks to this stupid party-he was only his 2nd drink and it had barely any alcohol in it. “let's play a truth game!” someone called over the music and a few people cheered and soon there was a pretty big group of people in a semi-circle in front of the Slytherin fireplace-Tom had somehow been dragged into this with Abraxas and Nott sitting next to him.

There was a vile of truth potion being passed around and Tom was bored enough to take a sip-hoping he didn’t regret this.

There were tame questions like ‘when’s the last time you cheated on a test?’ and ‘what’s the longest time you’ve gone without sleeping?’ or more embarrassing things like ‘have you ever shit your pants after the age of 5’ or ‘what’s your most embarrassing story?’

All well and fine, until it was Tom’s turn and the universe decided to torture him. “Hey, Tom,” A very drunk Slytherin 7th year asked, Tom barely remembered his name-Alvin Zabini if he did remember correctly. Tom hummed, swirling what was left of his butterbeer in the glass he held. “who do you have a crush on? Like-wanna snog em crush?”

Tom flushed like a Gryffindor scarf, his jaw dropping. What kinda question was that?! But the words slipped out of his mouth before he could shut himself up. “(y/n),” Tom slapped his hand over his mouth and mentally screamed.

Oh Salazar-he did NOT just say that!!!

He did.

His answer seemed to sober up a lot of the group-some of his followers looking at him in utter shock. “-as in-(y/n) (l/n)? the muggleborn…the Hufflepuff?” one of the other boys asked, blinking in surprise. Tom had never shown any interest in anyone, much less (y/n)-so…it was quite a shock. Tom groaned into his hand and slowly nodded, still being influenced by the truth potion.

“Holy shit, you like (y/n)?” Abraxas asked, his eyes wide and Tom was already sick of these questions. “Yes-I like her, now fuck off-go embarrass someone else.” Tom hissed, crossing his arms-suddenly feeling very sober as the group went quiet for a few moments and then finally moved on with the game.

The party dies out soon after that and everyone goes back to their rooms, Tom grabs a shower to get rid of that sticky feeling he’s had for nearly an hour now and goes to bed with a small headache, hoping everyone was far too drunk to remember anything in the morning.

His reputation depended on it.

-

Oh.dear.god.

His followers remembered, and they were using the fact that Tom wouldn’t do anything bad in public to their full advantage.

“heeey (y/nn)~” Lestrange sang as (y/n) walked up behind Tom intending to move around him to get to her next class. She furrowed her brows in confusion as Tom full-on smacked Lestrange for doing that, his ears a deep pink.

“Hi?” (y/n) said, fully confused, Lestrange-or any of the pureblood boys- had never called her by her name before-it was usually mudblood or her last name. Tom made a face at his giggling followers that made them all shut up and Tom sighed.

“Ignore them, please.” Tom nearly stressed the last word as he glared at his followers and (y/n) slowly nodded, rearranging her books as she went to move on, confused by this new behavior from the pureblood boys. Tom had always been civil-even with people he didn’t like-so he didn’t confuse her.

Malfoy on the other hand, was. he was glancing between Tom and her with a stupid grin and Tom clearly wanted to smack it off. “Oookay, then, see you in defense,” (y/n) muttered, waving to Tom as she hurried to herbology.

“Bye, (y/n)~!” Malfoy sang, laughing as Tom smacked him over and over again with his bag-the red starting to spread across his face. (y/n) just shook her head and went on to class, weirdos.

Later Tom sat down next to her in defense class and buried his face in his arms, his ears bright red. He looked utterly…embarrassed? (y/n) had never seen that expression on his face before. “You okay?” (y/n) asked quietly as class began and Tom groaned into his arms, all day his followers had just been teasing him non-stop about his crush on (y/n)

“…I’ll take that as a no,” (y/n) chuckled and Tom felt his stone-cold heart flutter with warmth at the sound of it and he groaned again. All his life he thought he wouldn’t ever fall in love or have a crush-or even be attracted to anyone. He never understood what the boys his age were talking about when they said a girl was cute or how they would get all flustered and nervous when the girl they liked walked over.

But now he got it-he understood.

And he almost hated it.

Because (y/n) made him fumble, (y/n) made him stutter and lose focus, (y/n) made him want to ignore all his plans and obligations to just stare at her forever, (y/n) made him want her. He nearly died during the first month of 6th year and it was too damn hot-leading everyone with a free period to go to the black lake to cool off. Tom had been dragged by his friends and he ended up looking like a tomato under one of the trees as he watched (y/n) wear nothing but a swimsuit, hugging all of her curves and chub so perfectly he was bloody drooling at it.

He had decided to try and study while his friends were goofing off at the lake-but he ended up getting nothing done as he stared at (y/n), his brain supplying him with many thoughts; none of them innocent.

She had caught him staring and Tom nearly broke his neck looking away-his face bright red as she got dressed, hiding her body behind her clothes again, and Tom wanted nothing more to see below the swimsuit, to claim the Hufflepuff girl as his own.

At the time-he thought he had gone mad, maybe he was sick-a fever making him act and think in such a crude way! He was the bloody heir of Slytherin and he shouldn’t, couldn’t, think of someone that way-much less a mud….muggleborn Hufflepuff.

God he couldn't even call her that name, she had taken over his brain and made butterflies swarm his stomach.

He was utterly doomed when Professor Slughorn partnered them up for a potions assignment, and Tom was standing stiffly next to his crush(that was turning to full-blown obsession) as she diligently worked. That was another thing he liked about her-she was serious when it came to her studies. She was very quirky and goofy with her friends, and he…adored her laugh(goddamn her loved her laugh, it made him feel lightheaded and he finally understood what it meant to look at someone and smile unknowingly). But during class, she was straightforward and kept focused-though sometimes she had to pause and fiddle with something so she could regain that focus.

(if he remembered correctly, sometimes she couldn’t sit still and would be tapping her fingers, or her legs, or making sounds with her mouth to burn energy. Stimming? He think she called it? he had no clue what that was about)

But as they were working-(y/n) reached across the table to grab something and her chest brushed his arm-and he had a small mental reboot at the small feeling. His mind going haywire as (y/n) apologized quietly and went back to work-unable to focus on anything as the moment replayed in his mind-supplying filthy fantasies and desires of the just older Hufflepuff girl.

“-om…Tom? Did you hear what I said?” Tom snapped back to reality and he snapped his head down to look at (y/n), his brow raised. “Hmm? Sorry,” Tom muttered, having not listened to a word she said. “Could you repeat that?”

(y/n) smiled a bit and Tom couldn’t help but stare at her lips-just wanting to take her face and-(y/n) held up the glass bowl of Sopophorous beans. “Could you juice these, please?” (y/n) asked and Tom nodded, taking the bowl-a jolt of electricity flowing down his arm as his fingers brushed (y/n)’s.

Bloody hell he was so doomed.

He could hardly focus on juicing the beans-the classroom fading out of sight as the girl beside him took all his attention, as if she was the only thing that mattered in the universe. Tom swallows as she adjusts her glasses, her lashes gently brushing against the lens and her cheeks as she blinks.

He pushes down the sudden need to touch (y/n), his fingers burning with the want as (y/n) takes the bean juice and pours it carefully into the potion, her lips parted slightly in concentration and Tom wants to kiss her and-god what was wrong with him?!

His breath stutters faintly as (y/n) looks at him and nods towards the end of the table-she didn’t want to lean across and make his arm touch her chest again. “Could you grab the powdered fairy wings, please?” (y/n) asks, her shoulder brushing against Tom’s arm and another jolt of lightning runs through his body.

“Of course,” Tom mutters, his face cool and calm-the opposite of his mind as he grabs the jar and hands it to (y/n), their fingers touching again and sending another jolt down his arm, watching as she does exactly as the book says and puts a few teaspoons of the powdered wings into the cauldron.

She stirs the potion and it turns a different color-just as described in the book. Tom turns his attention to (y/n), his lips parted slightly. Brilliant.

He notices her lip quirk a bit and her eyes flickering about the table-she was missing something. “Is something missing?” Tom asks quietly and (y/n) taps the book for the missing ingredient.

“Cobra snake venom, it’s the last ingredient and I forgot it-could you grab it please?” (y/n) asks and Tom doesn’t even wait for her to finish as he turns on his heel and goes over to the cabinet holding the venom, taking the vile and walking back over to (y/n).

(y/n) takes the vile with a smile and pours exactly two tablespoons of it into the cauldron, stirring three times counterclockwise and then turning the heat down so the potion would simmer for three minutes. “Now we wait, and hope it doesn’t blow up.” (y/n) mutters, cleaning up their station while they waited. Tom helped of course-for once, he didn’t do most of the work and felt he should do something.

(y/n) reached across the table again and some of her scent flooded his senses. His eyes fluttered a bit as he smelled her by accident-coconut shampoo, vanilla and strawberry perfume, and caramel.

Fuck.

By some stupid power that takes over him, Tom reaches out and brushes his fingers into (y/n)’s hair, wanting to touch her, feel her.

He abruptly pulls back as (y/n) looks up at him, shocked to feel his fingers in her hair-luckily he has an excuse, but he stumbles through it-something he only does around (y/n). “uh-just…feather. Sorry, you had a feather in your hair.” Tom mutters, flicking away the small blue feather (y/n) had in her hair only a moment before.

(y/n) watches it float to the floor and slowly nods, turning back to the potion-which changes to a different color-and turning the burner off and letting it rest so they can safely pour it into a vile and hand it to Slughorn.

Tom stares at her-an ache in his chest for the girl before him-yearning to touch her, hold her, for her to be his. But in what world would it happen? How could he ever tell her about his feelings?

He comes up with the brilliant idea of secret admirer notes-letters to (y/n) telling her of his feelings so that she might know of them but not know it was him. It’s a bit sad, but he can’t keep it inside anymore-besides, his followers already know, maybe they’ll stop teasing him if someone starts sending her notes.

-

He has no idea how to write love letters he realizes; he agonizes over maybe 100 drafts that don’t even come close to good enough-let alone perfect. His waste basket is covered and filled with the tossed drafts and he sighs over his desk, glad he had a private room thanks to being head boy so none of his followers could see him like this-so…frustrated over not being able to write a love letter.

He didn’t know how to do any of this, he hardly knew how to act around (y/n), not when she made him lighthearted and dizzy, not when her laughter made him want to grin, not when her smile made his heart flutter like it never had before.

Finally he settled on just sending her short love poems instead of love letters-that way it was kind’ve pre-written for him at least. He goes over several romantic poem books and settles on a handful to write down and send to (y/n).

He sends the first during breakfast, waving his wand under the table and sending the small folded crane to (y/n) at the Hufflepuff table. It lands right in front of her and she frowns a bit, curiously picking the crane up and twisting it about. It unfolds in her palm and as soon as she reads what Tom had written-her expression turns to flustered surprise as her jaw drops-one of her friends seeing what Tom had written and squealing.

“You have a secret admirer! (y/n)!!” (y/n) sputters and shakes her head, trying to deny this and handing it off to one of her friends.

“i-no, it can't be for me-Sarah, it’s for you. It must be.” (y/n) attempts to hand it off to Sarah, a pretty Hufflepuff that had gained a lot of attention within the last year. She grins and shakes her head-pushing the note back to (y/n).

“It landed in front of you, (y/n). It’s for you.” (y/n) sputtered a bit at her friend's insistence that someone liked her enough to write and send a love poem-her face hot and her lips pressed tightly together as she looked back down at the note-whoever had written it had very pretty handwriting.

‘'Anything Else- I want to plant a seed in your mind, some tiny particle of thought that bears a remnant of me. So little by little, day by day, you find yourself thinking of me, until one morning, you will wake up and realize you can’t think of anything else. - your secret admirer’

Tom very much enjoys (y/n)’s reaction, watching from across the hall, his chin in his palm and his fingers splayed across his face. This reaction was exactly what he was hoping for-and he found it so cute that she denied it was for her. His insecure little flower.

Yes. She was his now. He couldn't deny it anymore, she would be his and he was never going to let her go once she allowed herself to be his.

But for now-until then-he would send the little love poems.

The next was during defense class, and he watched amused as the little crane landed in front of her and unfolded in her palm again-a small squeak escaping (y/n) as she read the note.

‘Eros- If time were governed by Eros, I would stay in your arms forever. If time answered only to lovers, I would never leave your side. The seconds pass by slower when I’m staring at the clock. And you wonder why I can’t take my eyes off you. – your secret admirer’

(y/n) hid the note before the professor could see it and she kept glancing at it through class, a small grin peaking at her lips. She liked that one then, good. One note at a time-he’ll have (y/n) fall for him and soon, she would be his.

All his.

He sends another the next day, during charms class-watching amused from the other side of the room as (y/n) smacks her hands over her face and silently screams as her friend giggles at the note-putting it in (y/n)’s pocket before the professor can see them squealing over a little love note.

Tom smirks at (y/n)’s expression, which is soft and crunched, quirking her lip at the note that she snuck back out of her pocket.

‘A Timeline.

You and I

against a rule, set for us by time. A marker drawn to show our end, etched into its line. The briefest moment shared with you— the longest on my mind.-your secret admirer’

(y/n) shoves her friend away playfully as they tease (y/n). “Someone must be smitten with you to write all these (y/n), seriously, I’m a bit jealous.” The friend laughs and (y/n) pouts a bit, shoving them one last time and pocketing the note again, turning her attention back to class as she tries to force her cheeks to cool back down.

Tom is smitten, and he was going to make (y/n) so flustered she was going to explode.

He sends more and more little love poems throughout the next month, watching with a hidden grin as she stares intently at each one-her face steaming and her eyes soft, having to steal the notes back from her friends and then putting them in the book she had started collecting/keeping the notes in.

During this month-(y/n) asks to borrow Tom’s transfiguration notes during class, having forgotten her own. He easily hands them off-not thinking of how distinct his handwriting was. But (y/n) instantly sees the connection and her eyes widen slightly-somehow keeping her cool as she quickly copies Tom’s notes and hands them back, her face getting warm as their fingers brush against each other.

Tom was her secret admirer.

Tom. Marvolo. Riddle, liked her.

Tom-the head boy, proclaimed Prince of Slytherin-liked her.

He sent her love poems-hand written love poems, one-maybe five-a day for the last month.

….welp! Time for a breakdown~!

(y/n) rants to her friends as soon as they’re back in the dorms, pacing their room as they all stare in shock. “I mean-it’s Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle! Mr. untouchable!!! I mean-have any of you seen him even look at anyone in any way that isn’t absolute boredom or charm so he can-I don’t know-shmooze something out of them!? Out of everyone-he likes me?! The chubby Hufflepuff with the nerd glasses?!”

(y/n)’s friends all look at each other like this :|, and Sarah stands, grabbing (y/n)’s shoulder to stop her from self-destruction.

“(y/n),” Sarah starts seriously, moving her hands down to hold (y/n)’s hands tightly. “you are smart, pretty, with a damn hot body and a wonderful personality-he would be an idiot to not like you. And I am going to jinx you if you keep talking about yourself like that. Now. You’re going to write a little note back to Tom as revenge-then we’ll see if he means it all, okay?”

(y/n) takes a few deep breaths and nods, and with the help of her friends-makes a perfect note to send back to Tom, charmed to fold like a little crane like Tom had been doing and planning to send it during the potions study group the next day.

(y/n) is practically freaking out as she sits with her friends during study group the next day, her face hot and her leg bouncing anxiously as she charms the note and sends it over to Tom, quickly looking down at her books as Tom jolts a bit at the sudden appearance of the crane.

Tom blinks-very surprised to see such a thing. He glances up at (y/n), who is looking down at her work and he picks up the crane, which unfolds in his palm. He can’t help the surprised cough that escapes him as he reads the love poem sent to him-the handwriting so very much (y/n)’s that he can't think straight.

‘What Does Love Feel Like? One day you will meet someone who will see the universe that was knitted into your bones, and the embers of galaxies glow to life in your eyes. And you will finally know what love is supposed to feel like. -your secret admirer.’

Tom is so glad he’s sitting by himself because he is definitely blushing-his ears and cheeks bright red as he looks down at the note, (y/n) had to be the one who wrote this-he knows her handwriting, she must’ve figured out who her secret admirer is-she must be teasing him or something.

Tom licks his lips, looking back up at (y/n), and she ducks her head quickly, her friends giggling quietly as they glance between her and Tom.

She knows.

Tom can’t tell if it’s excitement or dread that sits in his chest, (y/n) knows. She knows. She knows it’s him, she knows he likes her. And she sent him a love poem right back-just before he was about to send another one.

Tom swallows, looking back down at the note-his breath catching in his chest and his heart stuttering.

This couldn’t be real, he had to be dreaming.

(y/n), his crush for nearly five years now(however, he had only accepted it the previous year.), had written him a love poem in (theorized) response to his love poems. He was going to fucking die.

Tom pinched his nose a bit and took a long shaky breath-standing from the table and collecting his things-staring at the love poem from his crush before carefully folding it and pocketing it-keeping it as a new treasure. He spotted (y/n) across the room and took another long breath, crossing the room with perfect posture and his usual confidence(which was nearly fake right now).

(y/n) curled up a bit as he came close, his deep brown eyes staring into her soul. “(y/n), can we…talk?” Tom says, his voice deep and quiet-and slightly raspy which sent a shiver down (y/n)’s spine.

(y/n) nods and leaves her books behind with her friends, following Tom just outside of the great hall where he turns to face her, far enough from the doors to have some privacy.

“How did you know?” Tom asks before anything else-assuming (y/n) did figure out it was him sending the notes. (y/n) gives a sheepish grin and rubs her arm as she tilts her head.

“Just a hunch…your uh, class notes…the handwriting matched.” (y/n) says and Tom lets out a long sigh-of course, something so simple is what gave him away. Tom is surprised by what she says next. “Did you mean them?...the poems?” (y/n) asks, biting the inside of her lips as she glances off to the side-showing Tom a side of her he hadn’t seen before-insecure and unsure of herself.

“Every word,” Tom says softly, unable to help the way the ice around his heart and soul melts at (y/n)’s presence. He matches some of her expression-biting the inside of his cheek. “Did...did you mean yours?”

“Every word.” (y/n) echoes, staring up at Tom through her lashes-her glasses reflecting the lights illuminating the hall-making her eyes look even prettier. He cannot resist anymore, and they are alone. Tom takes her hand and pulls (y/n) close, closing his eyes and tilting his head, his breath catching in anticipation. (y/n) meets him halfway, her hand catching his cheek and pulling herself closer to him, her other hand squeezing his as Tom hums and kisses her softly, months of yearning concluding with a simple gesture.

There he was, Tom Riddle, heir of Slytherin-kissing a muggleborn Hufflepuff just outside the great hall, and he didn’t give a fuck. His hands found (y/n)’s face and held her gently, pressing more into the kiss before they both pulled away, panting slightly as they stared at each other.

“Can I kiss you again?” Tom asks and (y/n) nods, before she could even get a word out Tom is kissing her again, with more passion, licking her lips and holding her close, smirking into the kiss as (y/n)’s hands grab at his shoulders and hold him tight, her feet lifting off the floor slightly as he pulls her into him. He could do this for hours, kissing her like he had been in his daydreams and actual dreams, tasting her over and over again until it was burned into his memory.

They pull away for only a moment and then they’re back on each other, months and weeks of yearning and pining clashing into a hot mess, (y/n) holds Tom’s neck as he runs his nimble fingers through her hair, breathing her in and kissing her with all his pent-up energy.

He lets (y/n) catch her breath as his hands go down to hold her waist, kissing her neck and tasting her skin, closing his eyes as (y/n) lets out a small breath, not expecting him to go this far this quickly-but he was pent up from months of fantasies and yearning-he was going to go as far as (y/n) would allow him.

He went down to attempt to undo her shirt buttons and tie but (y/n) pushed his face up suddenly, her eyes wide. “We’re in public! I don’t mind making out-but snogging?!” (y/n) said quietly in a panicked tone and Tom sighed, nodding. She was right-he had gotten carried away.

“I wish to ravish you, (y/n),” Tom said into (y/n)’s ear, smirking as he felt heat come off (y/n)’s face in waves. “but that can wait until we know each other better. Until then,” Tom muttered, kissing (y/n)’s cheek and then her hands. “I shall wait patiently to see every inch of your wonderful form.” (y/n) looked surprised to hear such a thing, not expecting Tom to be into her body. She was chubby and-different-not skinny like most girls at Hogwarts. But it seemed Tom preferred her body and was smirking at her like a devil.

“…Cheeky.” (y/n) muttered, gently pulling her hands away from Tom’s as he chuckled, stepping close again and kissing her cheek. “You’re mine now,” Tom whispered against her skin and (y/n) nodded, giving herself to him, Tom smirked devilishly; his eyes flashing with something odd but (y/n) didn’t notice it.

Tom flaunts their new relationship, and his followers just go ‘FINALLY’ as Tom makes (y/n) sit with him at dinner, her Hufflepuff robes stark against the green of Slytherin. “Bloody hell, I was wondering when you would stop pining and confess,” Abraxas teases, quickly shutting up as Tom glares at him, but it quickly softens when he looks back at (y/n), who is slightly leaning into him-doing her best to ignore the jealous stares of the other girls in the great hall.

Tom is all too proud to show her off, walking up to her between classes and kissing her hand or cheek as he passes by-and if he has extra time, he pulls his Hufflepuff into a full kiss, his arm around her waist as he moves them to the side, making out with her for a short moment before he sends her on her way, chuckling at the look of surprise and ‘that happened’ look on (y/n)’s face, but she never looked like she didn’t want it, and she never told him to stop.

Tom finally has the girl he’s had his eye on for a long time, and it did not matter to him that she was not of pure blood or of wizard descent. She was his and she would be by his side when he rose to power, whether she liked it or not.

He cannot help but tease her at every opportunity, grazing his hand under her skirt and feeling her inner thigh with his fingers, smiling innocently as she smacks his sneaky hand away, glaring at him playfully as he looks as if she smacked him for no reason. There’s no rhyme or reason to it but he wants to see her, to see her curves and perfections like he had during that hot September day when he saw her in that swimsuit that made him fantasize for the first time.

But he’ll wait till she’s ready, though he does voice this desire to her. He doesn’t even want to have sex with her-he simply wants to worship her, to see her beauty in all its divinity. She looks almost appalled by this desire but she also looks very intrigued and bites her lip, glancing around. “You…you want to, see me?” (y/n) asks, almost uncharacteristically shy as Tom nods, kissing her jaw softly.

They were in a small window alcove-just the two of them-Tom liked their private moments; where he could shower (y/n) in his sensual affection while she blushed. Tom had one of his arms tossed over her lap, his fingers gently caressing her thigh. “More than anything, but if you’re not ready, I can wait however long,” Tom whispered, grazing his teeth against the curve of her jaw and neck.

(y/n) bit her lip, gripping the fabric of Tom’s robe that was draped over his leg. She…she wanted him to see her, that way-if he was disappointed- she would know now and possibly work on herself before they went any further-that is if Tom didn’t break up with her before then. She didn’t know Tom thought she was a goddess, her curves and body reminding him of those Greek goddess statues that were carved of marble and stone-with belly pouches and back rolls, hip dips, round jaws, and touching thighs. He thought his girlfriend was beautiful and he wanted to show her she deserved to be worshiped.

(y/n) grazed her thumb against Tom’s jaw until he looked up at her, his deep brown eyes looking at her through his lashes, his lips on her shoulder. “Okay,” (y/n) whispered and Tom’s eyes widened ever so slightly, and he sat up, pressing his forehead to hers, his bangs brushing her skin. “you…you can see me, but-where would we even go?” (y/n) asks, and Tom has an idea, leaning down to whisper into (y/n)’s ear-he would love to use his dorm but he shared it with the other head boys.

“Meet me just before curfew on the fifth floor, by the statue of Boris the Bewildered; I have the perfect spot for us.” Tom said with a sly grin and (y/n) nodded, looking away from Tom as the class bell rang and students began to flood the halls. Her free period was over and she would have to get to her next class. Tom kissed her cheek and then her knuckles, holding her hand as she walked away from him. “See you tonight, my dear,” Tom said his eyes dark and his smirk soft as (y/n) walked away, Tom holding her hand for as long as he could before it slipped out naturally.

He sighed, biting his lip for a split moment, the fantasy he’s had for over a year would finally be fulfilled tonight. And if it went no further than him looking at her-he would be satisfied.

-

(y/n) stands beside the statue, only five minutes to curfew as she waits for her boyfriend of four months. Nerves ate at her gut and fingers as she tapped her leg, wondering when Tom would arrive. She gasps as she feels a now familiar pair of arms wrap around her waist and Tom’s face goes into her neck, breathing her in as she hums. “There you are my dear,” Tom whispers, taking (y/n)’s hands and twirling her around to face him. “let’s go before curfew starts, shall we?” Tom asked gently, having planned this so he and (y/n) wouldn’t be interrupted by those who also wished to use the space Tom had chosen for this occasion.

(y/n) nodded and followed Tom to the fourth door on the left. Tom smirked at her and gave the password, opening the door as the lock clicked open and he pulled (y/n) into the perfect bathroom. It was quite grand, and large; everything was white marble that was almost iridescent with a very big pool-like bathtub in the middle of the room that had taps surrounding it. There was also a stained glass on the wall that was illuminated by the moon outside.

(y/n) swallowed nervously, knowing why she was in here. She turned, tilting her head as she watched Tom begin to strip, laying his clothes folded on a bench. “Tom?” (y/n) asked, her heart stuttering as Tom undid his tie(quite, sexually, might she add), smirking at her. “It’s quite unfair if you’re the only one getting undressed,” Tom said, folding his tie and putting it with his vest and robe, undoing his belt to the flustered surprise of (y/n), who turned her back to Tom, willing her heart to calm down-she never thought it would come to this.

(y/n) glanced over her shoulder, biting her lip as she saw the pale skin of Tom’s upper body, watching from the corner of her eye as he took off his shirt and set it with his other clothes. He sat down to take off his shoes and (y/n) took a deep breath, shrugging off her Hufflepuff robes-letting them fall to the ground in a pile of marigold and black.

Tom perked up, his mouth going dry and his mind enchanted as (y/n) began to strip. He licked his lips, leaving his pants on for now as he finished taking off his socks-sticking them in his shoes, and going to turn on all the taps so the bath would be filled by the time (y/n) was ready.

(y/n) turned to watch Tom as he was doing this, fiddling with the end of her vest as Tom walked around topless, her eyes glued to his back as he leaned over and turned on a tap. He wasn’t built, but he wasn’t skinny, he was…lean and lanky, and kinda…perfect. (y/n) swallowed and quickly pulled off her vest before she could get too distracted.

She was nervous, but she wanted to do this. She slipped off her tie and then undid her skirt, feeling Tom’s eyes on her as her skirt dropped to the floor. she glances at him and he’s staring, his eyes hungrily taking her body in, his mouth open slightly as he looks at her.

(y/n) takes off her tights and shirt, biting the inside of her lip as she stands in her underwear. “You,” Tom breathes as he walks over to her, looking at her like she was a dammed goddess. “are…breathtaking,” Tom whispers, stopping just before her, his hands reaching out to touch her arm, but not going far enough to actually touch her-in case she didn’t want him to.

(y/n) bites her lip and looks up at Tom, reaching behind her and unclipping her bra and Tom’s eyes move to her chest, his mouth going dry as (y/n) starts to slip off her bra. To make them even, Tom takes off his pants and he stands in his underwear before the girl he’s sure he’s falling in love with, his cheeks pink and (y/n)’s breathing stuttering at the sight.

They both stand there for a long moment before (y/n) takes her bra off, revealing her chest to Tom, who thinks she has the most perfect pair of breasts he has ever seen(he’s never seen another pair, but he’s sure if he ever did, (y/n)’s would still be the best) Tom takes a small step closer, his eyes glued to (y/n) as she glances away and takes off her underwear, leaving her bare in front of her boyfriend.

Tom’s mouth goes dry again and he wants to drop to his knees and worship his girl, his perfect chubby Hufflepuff girl. Instead, he takes off his underwear and matches her nudity, taking her hands and guiding her towards the now full bathtub that is steaming from the heat of the water. He cannot keep his eyes off her, the only desire he feels is to worship her, to show her how beautiful and divine he thought she was. His body is the first to disappear below the bubbly water and (y/n) follows close behind. She sinks down until she sits on the steps that lead into the bath, the water sitting just above her chest, bubbles obscuring her body.

“I, cannot stop looking at you,” Tom whispers, moving closer to her, his arms caging her-his eyes burning into her soul. “my goddess.” (y/n) swallowed and glanced away, her eyes closing as Tom leaned down and pressed his lips to her jaw, gently kissing her and going across to the other side of her face. His hands traveled up and down her arms, his palm grazing her collarbone before they rested on her neck. He took his time on her face, kissing every inch of her face and then kissing her for a few long moments, humming into her as he kissed her softly yet passionately.

(y/n) didn’t know what to do other than let Tom do as he wished, almost trembling as Tom moved down to kiss every part of her jaw and then her neck-taking care to stop and graze his teeth against her sweet spot before he moved down, licking into the slight dip of her collar bone and shoulders, his hands moving further down her arms and then back up. He kissed each arm to her wrist and then back down to her shoulder where it connected with her torso, kissing her palms and fingers tenderly before he kissed down her arms again and moved to just above her chest.

Her breath was coming out in shallow pants now, her eyes glued to her boyfriend who was now undoubtedly worshipping her. His hair was damp from when she ran her water-soaked fingers through it-his front cowlick brushing her skin once in a while.

His lips graze over and between her breasts as he goes lower, his mouth below the water as he kisses her sternum and stomach, his fingers gripping her sides as he licks her belly. He comes back up for a breath and before (y/n) can stop him, he’s back under and kissing and licking every part of her stomach, pausing at her belly pouch and giving that extra attention-it was one of his favorite parts of her and he would pay proper attention to it before he had to take another breath of air.

When he comes back up, (y/n) is gripping the golden rail that leads the bathtub stairs, panting heavily as Tom keeps his eyes on her skin. “You are, ravishing.” Tom says lowly, closing his eyes as he lifts her legs out of the pool and kisses her thighs, his hand running up and down her inner thigh as the other holds her knee over his shoulder.

He gives the same attention to (y/n)’s other leg, going back underneath the water as he leads down to her upper thigh, gently biting the curve and fold of her hips as (y/n) sighed, her cheeks burning as her boyfriend kissed her all over except in that one spot where she was now aching.

Tom comes back up after kissing the middle of her pelvis and takes a few deep breaths, flinging his soaked bangs out of his eyes with his fingers-his eyes dark and half-lidded, his lips pink and open. “Fuck.” Tom groans and (y/n)’s stomach does a flip at the sound.

He looks up at her face and smirks, leaning forward until he was kissing her again, softly moving his lips against hers. His hands are all over her once again and she moves her legs to be on either side of his legs, her eyes closing as Tom kisses her softly. She shakily grabs his hand and puts it on her thigh, his thumb pressing against the crease where her thigh met her hips.

Tom seems to know exactly what she wants and he pulls back, staring deep into her eyes, his eyes almost black. “Are you sure?” he whispers, slowly drawing his thin and perfect fingers towards her center-where she was aching and feeling so hot. (y/n) nodded and kissed Tom with a moan as he drew his fingers over her cunt, Tom moaning quietly with her as he felt her heat-which, even under the water, felt soaked and needy for him.

He pets her gently at first, planning to worship this part as softly as he did the rest of his girlfriend's body. but as she softly says her name, his fingers find her entrance and dip inside, testing the waters as this other hand goes to her clit. He pulls back to look down at his hands-which are mostly obscured by the bubbles-and smirks, biting his lip as he watches his fingers disappear into his girlfriend.

Was it weird that he was a bit jealous of his fingers right now? Probably, but he didn’t care. (y/n) was panting and holding his bicep with a tight grip, her cheeks blazing hot as she felt Tom’s fingers curl inside her and his thumb on her clit, gently rubbing the bundle of nerves.

“T-Tom,” (y/n) breathes out his name and Tom groans, leaning in to kiss her again, his fingers going a bit faster as he carefully ats a second finger inside her, feeling her tight and hot around him. he worshiped her with his fingers inside her, his thumb on her clit, bringing her to ecstasy as she trembled, her head falling back as his lips simply repositioned to her neck, muttering something under his breath as she came.

Her ears were ringing and her vision was black but she was sure-she would think of this in an hour when she was back In bed-but she was sure, her Tom Riddle; said ‘I love you, my goddess.’

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Idk, the beginning and last half doesn’t match the c.ai ver of this fic, but the body worshiping and the vibes are the same-hope yall liked it, and I have a lot of ideas for this mf who im very delulu for <3

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Supernatural Stories

Shackled After nearly ten years, Sam Winchester calls Miriam Bard to collect on a life debt. Unfortunately for Miriam, Sam leaves out a few important details.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Miriam Bard (original female character), Sam Winchester, Castiel Rating: EXPLICIT. 18+ONLY. PLEASE READ/HEED WARNINGS.  Warning: Warnings change each chapter, please check every time. Ch 1 Warnings: Implied loss of family, grieving, depression, cursing, Demon!Dean, Sam’s tendency to leave out vital details for folks helping him to save Dean (read: Sam’s tendency to be a Winchester)

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Walk Me Home Twenty-four years ago, Kimberly Harper met a boy who changed the course of her entire life before up and leaving one night. She spent years moving past the memories, building a stable, satisfying career as professor of folklore and mythology at the local university. Then the accidents start, and she’s forced to seek help among her hunter contacts. All it takes is a knock on her office door to send Kimber’s carefully built emotional walls crumbling to the ground. Inspired by P!nk’s “Walk Me Home.” A birthday present for the incomparable @thoughtslikeaminefield.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Dr. Kimberly Harper (original female character), Mysterious Big Bad,  mention of Garth Fitzgerald, John Winchester/Teenage Dean/young Teenage Sam (flashbacks) Rating: Mature.. 18+ONLY. PLEASE READ WARNINGS. Warnings: Show level violence, show level parental neglect (let’s not John bash, I’m just saying), show-style witchcraft, show-level mental manipulation, stalking, bit of angst, sexual content (higher than show level),swearing, general yearning. ...

Dear Mr. Fantasy  Sometimes when he sleeps, Dean sees flashes of other Dean Winchesters, in other universes. Inspired by Traffic’s “Dear Mr. Fantasy” and the header image; prompt given by @thoughtslikeaminefield​. @cabin-fever-bang​ prompt fill.

Characters: Dean Winchester, AU Dean Winchester, original female character, Sam Winchester; mentions of Castiel, Chuck, AU John Winchester, AU Sam Winchester, and AU Danny Elkins  Rating: Teen Warnings: SEASON 15 SPOILERS, bit of angst. ...

To My Soul You’ve taken to walking when insomnia strikes. Dean and Sam have their own means of dealing with their occasional insomnia. Every now and then, your paths cross. Inspired by Van Morrison’s “And It Stoned Me”. Image by @there-must-be-a-lock

Characters: Reader, Sam Winchester, mentions of Dean Winchester Rating: Most anyone. Warnings: Some loneliness. This story is very soft, there’s not much to warn about. ...

Detours on the Road So Far - OR - Why Sam and Dean Need Actual Adult Supervision Shenanigans. Lots of them. Probably some pie. THIS IS CRACK FIC.

Characters: Our main dudes. Some friends, frenemies, and various other entities. Rating: Range from Teen to Adult, changes each chapter. WARNINGS CHANGE WITH EACH CHAPTER. READ/HEED WARNINGS FOR EACH CHAPTER. ADULT THEMES THROUGHOUT, SOME ADULTIER THAN OTHERS. ...

The Rose “She’s fifty today, and in Dean’s opinion, there’s never been anyone more beautiful.” An alternate Dean reflects on the life he’s led. Sequel to “Dear Mr. Fantasy.”

Characters: An Alternate universe Dean (no, not that one), his wife (original female character or female reader, depending on how hard you stare at it), mentions of Sam, John, vague reference to Chuck. Rating: Most anybody can read this one.  Warnings: SEASON 15 SPOILERS, bit of angst. Honestly, it’s pretty sweet. ...

Crossword Clues and Coffee A chance encounter in Lebanon’s finest (read: only) diner leads Dean to find the one thing he never knew his life was missing.   

Characters: Dean Winchester, Esther (original female character), Sam Winchester, Castiel Rating: Most anyone. Maybe a smattering of language. Warnings: Tiny bit of language? Angst. LOTS of sass. Honestly, it’s a lot of fluff. No romance. ...

I’m Ready “I can’t...I can’t take my forever if you’re not in it.”  A Destiel story, eventually. Picks up right where the show left off. Not technically a fix-it, as I didn’t change anything, but I promise it gets better.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel. Many Original Characters, Appearances by John Winchester, May Winchester, Bobby, Jody, Donna, Charlie, Kevin, and a few other name drops you’ll appreciate Rating: Teen Warnings: Cursing, mentions of (canon) child abuse and neglect, mentions of past trauma, working through trauma, denial, bit of pining ...

We’ve Got Tonight  “It’s not your job to do this, Andy. You make people happy. I was in the diner all of ten minutes, and you knew exactly how to get me to smile. You do normal, real things like garden and sing karaoke. Saving the world is my job, Sam’s job. Sometimes it’s even Cas’s job, but it’s not yours.” Inspired by Bob Seger’s “We’ve Got Tonight”

Characters: Andy (Original Female Character), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death, More Major Character Deaths (sort of?), higher than show level violence, blood, light smutting, language, demons, apocalypse, inferred suicide, cult activity.

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Marvel/MCU Stories

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Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, original gender neutral character (reader) Relationship(s): Established poly relationship.  Rating: Teen, but probably not even that Warnings: This is meant to be a comfort fic, rather than a triggery, angsty one. Anxiety attacks, stress, someone with a news-watching trigger, but otherwise the story is people finding ways to cope/deal with their triggers and supporting others who are doing the same. ...

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Characters: Loki, unnamed female character/reader Relationships: Loki/unnamed female character/reader Rating: Mature. 18+ONLY. Warnings: sexual content, Loki being persuasive

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How Long The call comes sometime after midnight, pulling you instantly alert from your deep sleep. Your phone is set to “Do Not Disturb,” and only one number is programmed as an exception.

Characters: Reader, Steve Rogers (Nomad Steve Rogers, Nomad Captain America) Relationship(s): reader x Steve Rogers Rating: MATURE. 18+ ONLY. 

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Shadows and Pills Some people come away from the Battle of New York with scars and broken bones. Some come away with nightmares and years of therapy ahead of them. Some don’t come away at all. Alexa comes away with a shadow.

Characters: Alexa (original female character), Dark/Evil Loki Rating: Explicit. 18+ONLY Warnings: RAPE, Torture, Abuse, Self Harm, Negative Images of Psychological Services/Mental Health Professionals, Hallucinations, Stalking, Supernatural Horror, Prescription Drug Use and Eventual Abuse, Mental Illness, PTSD, Flashbacks of Violence, Flashbacks of Tragedy, Starving Oneself, Isolation, Physical and Mental Exhaustion, Denial, Self Neglect, Gaslighting, Mental Spiraling, Mental and Emotional Abuse ...

Real Person Fic

Binging “The last thing he wants you to think is that you’re simply a convenience, someone he just keeps on the hook for when he’s got time.” Inspired by Mr. Stan’s infamous Men’s Health photo shoot, as well as his “Cheat Day” video.

Rating: M, 18+ONLY Warnings: Language (heh), smut, fluff, excessive use of breakfast foods. Characters: Sebastian Stan, Reader/Unnamed Original Character Word Count: 2.4k ...

Every Now and Then “It’s a simple case of not enough versus taking what you can get. Sometimes she sees him for a day or two, then not again for almost half a year.” Relationships are hard. When one person is a world-wide superstar and both people are idiots, they get that much harder. They both take what they can get, but eventually that may not be enough.

Characters: Tom Hiddleston, Reader Insert/Unnamed Original Female Character Rating: Mature, 18+ONLY Warnings: Two large dollops of smut, a half-cup of angst divided, several pinches of language, dash of loneliness, and a good sprinkle of lack of communication. Fold ingredients together gently, bake at 200c fan for 20 minutes, then serve piping hot from the oven.