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False Hopes

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Vampire!Reader

Summary: A small glimpse into selfishness and want.

Tom’s skin was easy to bite through. Despite being a rather frail man, Tom was insistent that he be the only one you were to feed on. He had only ever given an answer once as to why, and if asked again, you were gifted with a: “Haven’t I told you?” or: “Hush, darling.” You didn’t mind, of course. You’d never tasted another’s human blood, and so were unaware of if you were missing out on anything.

The rabbits, fawns, and vixens would make sounds of displeasure; whimpering and snarling. The thumping of their feet, shaking to the point they would fall over, and the scratching of paws just made it all the more entertaining.

Tom was different from those animals. Sometimes he would let out a sigh as if he were finally settling down after a rather restless day, and sometimes a laugh would pass through his lips for whatever reason. Perhaps Tom, unlike the animals your parents would present to you for the taking, knew he would make it out alive.

And so, there would be times where you would hold onto his shoulder for a bit too long, digging fingers into the pale flesh of his back whilst your teeth worked on him. Tom’s hands gripped you in turn, your skirt ruffling around his long fingers and lifting above your ankles.

Small huffs escaped Tom. The complaints about you stealing him away from his knights while he was making his way to his next class died on his lips.

The broom closet smelt damp, reminding you of petrichor and blood on grass and dirt. Ears perked at the sound of Tom’s irregular heartbeat slowing down.

You finally pulled your teeth away from Tom once your stomach was beyond fulfillment, and licked a stripe horizontally over the two bite marks you’d left behind, the extra blood that had escaped your mouth before making its way onto your tongue, where it belongs.

Tom stayed quiet for a moment, only speaking once he was sure his voice wouldn’t tremble. “You could have waited.” He was already letting go over your skirt and instead grasping at his school bag.

“No. I don’t think I could have,” you replied, fixing the top button of his shirt.

There was always the chance that Tom could have been wicked away by Professor Slughorn — that pest had been spending a lot of time with Tom —  or a group of students.

Tired eyes blinked up at Tom. Your stomach was full, and your cold skin and barely beating heart would be enough of a reason for the nurse to allow you to rest in one of the cots.

In class, Tom’s hand trembled as he held his quill, and he was slower than usual in writing down the words spoken by his teacher.

a/n: no clue what this is, but someone being mean to Tom sounded like fun. Man who wants to live forever and woman who sends him to the brink of death over and over again? yes pls. Might write more of them, but I might also crawl into my cave of a writing slump again. Also, I read chamber of secrets for the first time, and Tom was nonstop giggling and for what. divider creds: @saradika

Sleep, Beauty

Tom Riddle x Wife!Reader

Warnings: smut, p in v, oral (fem receiving), nipple play, fem reader, manipulation?

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: You had awoken to a bed without your husband, and went back to sleep with him beside you.

When you awoke, you found that the space on the bed next to you—where your husband’s sleeping body should be—empty. It wasn’t surprising, as Tom would often get up earlier than you to immerse himself in his personal studies of the Dark Arts.

He told you that he would like to be a Professor at Hogwarts, teaching about the subject, and you thought he was already more than capable enough of taking up the job. Tom has of course taught you a bit about the dark arts himself.

You squint, looking over at the small clock resting atop the bedside table. It was four in the morning. That was rather early.

Though you were tired, a curious spark lit up within you. What was your husband up to?

You shifted off of the bed, and quietly opened the door to leave your shared bedroom.

Voices from downstairs made their way to your ears. They were all male —perhaps two other men, not including Tom— and their voices sounded familiar.

What would anyone be doing here at such an hour, you wondered. Perhaps it was something important, an emergency. There was no other good reason!

You went back into your room, put on your robe, and then quietly made your way downstairs.

But, it was strange. Strange because when you made your way to the kitchen, there was only Tom, using his wand to clean some glass cups. (Tom has been teaching himself wandless magic, and has made a small habit of using it to do household chores. It at times has resulted in some broken glasses— though those are easily repairable with a flick of a wand. He must have been using his wand because he hadn’t wanted to accidentally break something, and wake you up from the sounds of glass breaking).

“Tom?” Your voice sounds deeper than usual, a result of just using your voice after sleeping.

He looked over at you, surprised. “You should be sleeping. Go back to bed,” Tom demanded, though his voice was as calm as a lullaby. “I’ll join you after I’m done cleaning up.”

You grabbed a cup that Tom just cleaned, filled it up with water, and gulped it all down in one fell swoop. After you finished, you placed the cup in the sink, so that Tom could clean it up again.

“I heard voices,” you said, watching him clean the last dish and place it in a cupboard.

Tom let out a small hum of approval. “Ah, yes. Malfoy, and Lestrange had come by to speak to me.” He took a step towards you. “Had we awoken you? If so, I’m sorry.”

“What were they here about?”

Tom grabbed your hand and pressed a small kiss to your palm. “Bed, Love. We’ll speak about this in the morning.”

“But it is morning time!” you whined, looking up at Tom.

He raised a dark brow. You were correct.

“You know what I mean.”

Tom pressed his body against yours, pinning you to the sink. He leaned down, and pressed a small kiss to the area where your shoulder and neck connect. He kissed up your neck until he made it to your jaw. Only then did he kiss your lips. He tasted bitter, though sweet as well, like a tart. Tom and his friends must have sipped on some wine while speaking about whatever Tom refused to tell you about at the moment.

The curiosity within you was slowly waning as one of your husband’s hands made their way to your waist, and the kiss got more intimate.

You pressed your head towards him, deepening the kiss, but he pulled away.

“I will not have you in the kitchen, if that's what you’re thinking,” Tom said, amused.

A scoff passed through your lips. “I was not.”

He grabbed one of your hands, encasing yours in his, and led you up the dark swirl of a staircase. A small feeling of excitement ran through your body at what was to come.

You entered the bedroom and Tom shut the door behind him, though only the pair of you lived in this house.

You crawled up the bed, and sat upright against the pillows, waiting for Tom to join you. As it was dark, you knew he had joined you once you felt a small dip on Tom’s side of the bed.

His hands tugged your robe off of you, and your nightgown was the next to go.

Tom gently pushed you, so that you were laying on your back.

He pressed a small kiss to your lips, though the hunger he had for you was radiating off of him.

“Be good for me.” A command that you’d always obey.

Tom made his way down your body, pressing kisses atop your body as he made his way lower.

Once he got to your breasts, he blew on one of the nipples, trying to harden it. Once it did, he took it into his warm mouth, gently sucking on the nub. Tom stimulated your other breast with his fingers.

Your back arched in response, and legs spread a little more, welcoming him in.

One of your hands clutched at his shoulder while the other grasped at the pale bedsheets.

Once Tom was satisfied, he gently bit at your nipple, before continuing to move downwards. He kissed down your stomach until he was finally faced with your vagina.

Like Tom did with your breast, he gently blew against your genitals. Your eyes fluttered, and your lower half pushed forwards against Tom’s face.

“Touch me. Please Tom,” You pleaded. Already, the mysteries of what Tom was planning with his friends had slipped out of our mind. Now, you could only focus on the pleasure he could give you. The pleasure you knew he would give you.

Tom kissed at your thighs, teasing you, but when he finally licked a stripe up your cunt, you wanted more.

Hands held down your hips to stop them from wiggling forwards. He dragged his tongue up and down your pussy, drinking in the fluid you produced—a show of your arousal.

You let out small moans, though they were replaced by a whine once he pulled his face away from you.

Instead, Tom used his finger to spread your slick across your vagina, before slowly inserting a finger into you.

Your eyes squinted shut, focusing on the feeling of his finger moving in and out of you.

Soon, another finger joined the first. He scissored his fingers, stretching you out to fit his cock in you.

His other hand focused on rubbing your clit, and before you knew it, you came. It was like a quiet storm. Your legs shook, and a thin sheen of sweat covered your body. Small, breathless moans escaped your mouth and were let out for Tom and yourself to hear.

Tom’s frame covered yours as he positioned his body over you.

“Do you think you can take one more?” Tom peppered kisses atop your shoulder.

You nodded. “Please. Yes.”

He smirked—though you could not see it— amused.

Tom was quick to rid himself of his clothing. He then grabbed his hard cock, and pressed it to your slit. Tom rubbed his hard cock against you, before inserting it in.

Your head fell back against the pillows, taking in the stretch. You lazily wrapped your legs around Tom’s waist.

Tom pulled out of you just to push right back in. He set a slow pace that he followed almost robotically.

Your eyes fell shut, focusing on how his cock filled you up perfectly. You were still sensitive from your last climax, though you could feel the next overcoming you.

Tom used one of his hands to stimulate your clit, and that’s when you break. White hot flashed through you, electric. You grasped at Tom’s shoulders, bringing him closer to you.

A small grunt escaped Tom’s mouth as he finished. His hips moved against yours a few more times before he was finally satisfied.

Tom quietly moved off of you, and tugged you towards him, so that your head lay on his chest.

“Go to sleep. I’ll clean you up.” He pressed a small kiss to your forehead, and did as Tom told you.

a/n: haven't written anything in a while😭 but decided to come back to a one-shot idea that I've had for a while now. I used this to also practice my smut writing skills as well😭 Comments are greatly appreciated and so are reblogs! Hope you enjoyed!

Tom Riddle Masterlist

I love Harry Potter bc all the characters have flaws and I have to rely on the canon to completely like them, it's like a whole new reality that is just like a normal reality + the books to zone out of that reality.

It's like a I zone out of the first reality, I fall into the canon world of Harry Potter and then I zone out of that other reality reading the books (fanfics) of that reality.

Smut headcanons: Harry Potter.

[Notes: Well here´s the next one, gotta love this man]

TW: NSFW CONTENT!, Bdsm, dom/sub relationships, Dom! Harry Potter, degradation kink, somnophilia, nudism, cock warming, sensation play, bondage, blindfolds, sex in semi-public spaces, marks and hickeys, aftercare and mentions of BDSM clubs.

BDSM is a yes for him.

He didn't believe that it would make it for him, it sounded like the worst type of torture.

But when he started to go to clubs, accidentally went into a BDSM club, where he saw his first scene.

That made his dick harder than a rock, of course, but he laso couldn't stop watching how the little sub was making a big effort to not cum and how they reacted when their dom praised them.

He wanted that, to hold someone like that even when there was no touch between the two of them.

Harry discovered a whole new world again, he witnessed an endless amount of scenes, read several books, different newspapers and the more confident he was, the more he dared to try.

It was the scariest thing for him to hurt a sub, so he had an insane amount of anxiety the first time he had an scene.

But he's Harry Potter, the scene went great, a little slow but it was a great start.

He has many fixed kinks, and some that if he didn't dislike, he would do them just to please his sub of the moment.

Of course that when you too met, it was the perfect match, even before sex. You two talked and moved around each other as if you were an old married couple.

Somnophilia was one of the most prominent kinks, after the war his sleep was always light, and when a sub of his told him he could have whatever he wanted while she was asleep, he had no turning back.

"Shhh go back to sleep, love, I just came homo from a mission. I didn't meant to wake you up."

It was the best way to wake up, him pounding you from behind, his ragged breathing trying not to wake you up and when he notices your eyes open, his thrusts deepen until you both come.

Blindfold his sub is one of his favourite things to ever do. He feels so powerful everytime that his sub let him blindfold them.

He knew how vulnerable it was for them, and something inside him warms up with appreciation for the trust his subs give him.

Sometimes he would blind fold you for the entire day, he would go on with his day, with the exception that he could look up at any moment and see your pretty figure waiting for him.

"You are the most beautiful decoration that I own."

Other times it would be only in the scenes, keeping you tied in a star shape while playing with your sensations, passing feathers, ice, ropes or whatever comes to mind at the moment.

"Don't move , I'm not done with you yet."

Other times he would take you in front of the mirror, just to pull your hair and remove the blindfold at the last minute and say "look how pretty you are when you come."

Another of his problems was that he loved skirts a little to much, specially the short ones. Leather, pleated, flared, latex, all of them.

He also when you were wearing them for him with no underwear.

And those that if someone looks a lot at your thighs they might see some of the love bites that he left behind.

It drove him crazy to see you walk in skirts, to see how your thighs rubbed against each other and how your hips move with every step you take.

That mixed with his impulsiveness often led both of you to get off in the street, with him leading you to an empty alley and crushing you against the wall.

The adrenaline of doing it in a public place also turned him on, but it was not something you two did regularly, with Harry being the boy-who-lived it wouldn't be strange that a photographer is following you all the time.

However "You would love that right? that they photograph us with my cock buried inside you so that they see that you are only mine, wouldn't you? Sure you would, look at you, you're soaked just thinking about it." Harry would say against your ear.

Being naked in the house was another of his favorite things, he could see you all he wanted and you could do the same with him.

However, if he wanted you to know he's angry, he would put some clothes on and order you to stay naked.

He could see all the marks that he had made on you throughout the week, the love bites on the lower part of the breasts, the mark of a rope on your ankle that rubbed you too much, hickeys on your neck and collarbones, everything.

"Come here, I want to see that ass from a better angle."

He would come home from work and you will greet him naked, because there are no longer any 'house clothes'.

Clearly he had to take action for that, the fireplace was always closed even for Ron and Hermione, only you twl could appear inside the house and the windows were enchanted so that you couldn't see through the glass from the outside.

In the same way that Harry liked risk in public, he also liked to push you against a window and threaten to remove the enchantment so everyone could see you surrender to him.

You know that he really wouldn't, he tries to hide it, but you know he loves being the only one who sees you like this, and wouldn't want to share you with anyone else.

He hates having paperwork to do at home, so you often help him from under the desk, keeping his cock warm.

"Stay there, I'm almost done and we can go to dinner later. "

The aftercare was one his favorite parts ever, holding you against his chest telling you how good you were even if you weren't.

He would get you clean, while playing your hair and kissing your forehead.

"Thanks, love that was amazing."

Fandom I take request for:

xf!reader

xm!reader

xgn!reader

Nbc Hannibal.

Teen wolf.

Peaky blinders.

Harry potter + Fantastic beasts.

House of dragon + Game of thrones.

Call of duty.

Doctor who.

Lord of the rings.

Hobbits.

Marvel.

DC.

The sandman.

The vampire diaries + the originals + Legacies.

Vikings.

The boys.

The walking dead.

X-men

.............

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