Ascended Astarion who refuses to take your virginity until you're officially declared his consort. He'll kiss you until you can't breathe, leaves bite marks all over your inner thighs, cups your breasts with his hands and rolls your nipples gently with his thumbs. He'll hold your legs apart at the ankles and grind into you, letting you feel how hard he is. No matter how you beg him to fuck you (even with just the tip, anything at all), no matter how you plead and pout and maybe, once or twice, cry for it, he always pulls away.

You deserve something more special than this for your first time, he says. You deserve the wedding, the feast (the food you can't eat and the wine you can't taste). The softest of marriage beds, the sweetest possible claiming. Oh, he wants you, but he wants to give you that luxury more.

And so you wait. You accept the proposal when it comes and show off the ring (golden, diamond-studded, jewels so large you can't begin to fathom the price) to anyone in the palace who crosses your path. Astarion's dressmaker comes to your rooms and fits you for a wedding gown that, when it's delivered, turns out to be less of a gown and more of a negligee, gauzy and light and so sheer that it's see through. When you ask Astarion about it, he only smiles.

The wedding comes sooner than you know and you process almost none of it. At the altar, Astarion looks at you as though he wants to eat you alive. When he kisses you, his tongue slides filthily into your mouth and you nearly bruise him with your grip at the shock of it. It takes nearly half an hour for the heat in your belly to die down. The reception is worse. As you sit at your table at the head of the hall, receiving well-wish after well-wish from a very long line of people you don't seem to recognize, Astarion subtly reaches under the table and places a hand on your thigh. When you stumble on a 'thank you' to the latest guest, he trails his fingers further up your leg, igniting a path of fire on your skin. You are wearing underwear, thank the gods, but you can feel the fabric growing wet between your thighs.

He strokes his thumb over your clit once, then pulls away. When you have the courage to look over at him, he presses the digit to his lower lip and licks it.

By the time he pulls you into the bedroom, you're more than ready to give yourself to him, your husband, your lord. He kisses you hard, clutches your face in his hands, bites your mouth so the blood flows freely between you, coppery and slick, just how he likes. He slams the door behind you and rips the sheer expensive tulle that drapes you to shreds. You look fucking gorgeous, he growls in your ear, all decorated for him, his wife. Oh, he'll give you what you want.

You expect him to slow down at least a little once he has you on your back on the bed, hands clutching nervously at the sheets. You want this, yes, but he had said it would be soft. He had said it would be sweet. And it's only your first time, you with no real idea what to do. You can't keep up with him like this.

Astarion crawls over you and kisses you deep, and it seems like he's good for his word. It's everything he promised, a flick of the switch performed so fast it's like he's reading your thoughts. You help him shed his suit and start to lay back down, but then he tells you to turn onto your stomach. It's easier this way for the first time, he says, and you have no reason not to believe him, so you turn.

When he positions himself between your outstretched legs and cups your cunt, you shudder. He laughs at you, lightly, calls you beautiful, lets his hands roam all over your body. So sweet and soft for him, everything he wanted in a bride. All his, forever. And you saved yourself for him like you knew all along he was waiting. He fits his hips to your ass, lets his cock, hard and smooth on your skin, drag. He's already gotten to claim your life. Your mind. It's a gift to take your body, too.

He thrusts into you without warning, without stretching you, without checking to see if you're wet. The choked sound you make is just as much from surprise from pain. He promised, you think. He promised.

Something tears inside you as he pulls back out, slowly, and you cry out, the pain forcing your body to at least try to fight back. He shushes you, grabs your wrists from behind and pins them on your lower back. He's sorry it hurts, he is, but you do look so very pretty like this, spread out beneath him, his to do what he likes with. Innocent. Fresh.

Just relax, and it'll feel better- he's very, very good at this. Calm down. It'll feel good soon.

His pounding continues, relentless, his cock sawing in and out of you like a blade, and as the tears start to spill down your temples onto the sheets you are truly afraid of him for the first time.

Forever, he whispers into your ear. The word reverberates in your mind, his voice louder and louder until it's all you can hear. The only voice you'll ever hear again. Forever mine.

hey are u okay? how are u doing? its been weeks since u posted smtg. hope everything goes well over there. havva nice week lovely writer 🤍🤍💐

Thank you so much! I’m doing okay, I dunno how long ago you sent this but I appreciate you wanting to check in on me. I’ve been going through a lot but I’m slowly getting over it, I just needed some time away from fandom stuff but I think I’m getting to a point where I feel okay enough to come back. 🖤🖤🖤🖤

WHEREEE AREEE YOUUU MA LADYYYYY

Balls deep in fucking Baldur’s Gate, please save me

your first kill together as a couple is an important relationship milestone

Whereas 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 has ceased to desire you, as he has since become 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓.

"Please, Tom," you pleaded, as the pale man stood before you. His hallowed, sunken eyes revealed the one you once knew as Tom Riddle. Once your beloved, now your foe. Tears stained your cheeks, hoping he'd return to love once more. But power and greed held him in their grip. You choked on sobs as the man you once adored raised his wand against you. "Please,"

Voldemort felt no pity, for love was foreign to him. Emotionless, he pursued his dark design, and with a fierce roar, he declared:

Avada Kedavra.

Part 3 on enternally yours

I’m trying 🙃

Professor!Tom Riddle comforting you when you’re feeling sick.

Well, his version of comforting, at least. Him letting you lay your head on his lap as his fingers run through your hair. Neither of you talking except the occasional murmur to himself and the scratching of his quill on parchment. You should feel like a glorified pet, sprawled in its masters lap, desperate for attention and relief from your illness. But you’re too sick to feel such a way, the feeling of his fingers lightly grazing your scalp sends a tingle down your spine and you can feel yourself curl into him more. Your eyes drift close as you struggle to keep them open, the potion you had taken combined with the tender touch from your lover leaves you sleepy.

Finally, he looks away from his work and down at you, you swear you see a light in his eyes as he tells you, “sleep, it will help you feel better.” So, with Tom’s blessing, you let sleep come over you. Your mind drifting off to a peaceful slumber where you dream of your lover.

hii, are u okay? it's been quite a while since u post anything. am quite worried honestly, hope u're doing good and everything u plan went well 🤍

take a break if u're exhausted, always know that there's always peoples who loves u and wants u to live a happy life 💐

Hey!! I’m okay!!

Thank you for being worried, it’s nice to know ppl care! My 2024 has been off to a rough start and it feels like I get one step ahead just to get knocked 10 steps back! 😭

I haven’t had time to dedicate towards writing sadly, I actually planned on working on Pt.3 the beginning of this week only to get told like 8 hours in advance that I needed to work the next few days (I just got off work, like I got this notification as soon as I got on my phone). I mean, life really does hate you once you’re 24+ bc ur girl can’t catch a break lol

Anyway, I finally started playing Balder’s Gate 3 though so if anyone cares about that over here I’d love to talk about it. Dunno if anyone is in to that over here though. 💀

i second u. Just choke him pls, sometimes its good to let cheaters know where they're standing. i appreciate it if u wouldn't write the reader get back with tom.

and I hope u will heal from the things u've hardly spoken about, have a nice week amazing and creative writer 🤍

Thank yoooou 💚💚

Like I don’t see the reader wanting anything to do with Tom in the long run, no matter how he feels on the subject.

I know exactly how I want the middle to go, it’s just a matter of writing the beginning and end. Bc I want to be able to accurately write the conflicting feelings one faces when learning of such a betrayal, but I haven’t thought of how to get to that part or where to go after that’s addressed.

I’ve started on it though!! I swear I’m working on the chapter. It’s just been a rough week between me working, my son getting sick, and then myself getting sick it’s like 2024 is out to get me. 😭

Omg im so sorry for my comment on how it should be a happy ending, i mainly wanted to see the reader be happy with or without tom, i just think she deserves her happy ending

Best wishes to u!! <3

Don’t apologize, it’s okay! That’s why I put in the tags that I didn’t expect anyone to know that! Reader’s fate is still up in the air, but fingers crossed she’s happy with her decisions in the end!

Professor!Tom X Professor!Reader core

Personally, I’m on Your side. Tom can choke. No happy ending for cheaters.

Girl thank you

Like last month I found out 4 days before Christmas that my ex, who I have a kid with and was dating for almost 5 years, had been cheating on me for a while. So this story already hits way too close to home, and so to see someone ask for a happy ending has me like

Im begging and asking for a happy ending for the tom fanfic PLEASEEEEE 😭🙏🙏

Really? Does anyone else want a happy ending? Bc personally I want Tom to choke but maybe I can be swayed by popular opinion 💀

Alright alright im back, give me a few days (for real this time)

Hope you had a good christmas ☺️

Thank you so much!! Sadly it wasn’t the best Christmas and is also why I’ve been MIA the past 2-ish weeks.

I hope I find the motivation to start writing again soon bc I do miss you guys and writing for Tom!! Pt. 3 to IDTGFUMD may be delayed for a while, but I have other request so hopefully I’ll have something for y’all sometime soon.

“BUT ITS CANON!!!1!1”