#tom riddle era
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Tom riddle coming home late and just cock warming you
you waited in bed for him, he was normally late so this wasn’t a surprise.
you lifted your head once you heard the door creak open, tom was already half dressed, he was unbuttoning his shirt and his pants were already unbuttoned and unzipped and his belt hung loosely.
it wasn’t long before he was in bed cuddling you from behind, cock out and inside of you. his forehead pressed against your back and his arm wrapped around your waist.
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tom riddle—a certain romance.
.ೃ࿐ྂ tom riddle x fem!reader
summary: tom provides a distraction when your period arrives.
word count: 1.1k
fanfic no. 024
tom wasn’t used to being stood up. he’d had no chance to harbour a dislike for the act because it had never happened until now—not that he could recollect anyway. but now that it had, he hated it.
it was basic manners to turn up to something you’d organised, or at least let him know sufficiently in advance if you weren’t able to attend. he felt cheated. and not that he was particularly concerned with his reputation at hogwarts (but he was), he couldn’t let this go.
currently, unbeknownst to tom riddle, you were hauled up in your dormitory, cradling your stomach, hoping that this change of position would relieve some pain. the water on your bedside had long been empty, and the food you’d taken from breakfast was hardening. on the brink of tears, you slipped a blanket over your shoulders and stared at the ground, wishing it would swallow you whole.
tom, on the other hand, was storming through the castle with a stone cold face, lips pursed and hands in his pockets. it wasn’t unusual for tom to strut through the halls like this, but something about his blank stare caused some alarm with the younger students.
“watch out!” a second year hissed, pulling his friend back by the collar as tom flew past.
he barely noticed.
there was sharp knock at your door, and at first you thought someone must’ve gotten the wrong dorm, but it persisted despite you not answering. stomping over to the door, you whipped it open before another knock could disturb the little peace you had left.
“what?!” you seethed, only recognising the person in your doorway afterwards. “oh, tom. what are you doing here?” you asked.
tom screwed his eyebrows together. surely it was obvious what he was doing at your door. he had waited for you in the library for nearly forty-five minutes—he must have looked like an utter fool. how he hated to be humiliated.
“i-”
“oh! oh, tom, i’m so sorry. i completely forgot,” you threw your hands over your mouth guiltily.
tom looked past you and into your room, noticing the strewn sheets, blankets, stale food and tipped over glass on your bedside. then he looked back at you, expression softening slightly.
“are you unwell?” he questioned you.
“in a matter of speaking, aunt flo has come to visit,” you said delicately.
tom made no answer, only continued staring as if asking you to elaborate further to relieve his confusion.
“that time of the month, tom.”
he shifted. “oh.”
you nodded, leaning against your doorframe. the pain had subsided momentarily in tom’s presence, but now that the excitement had died down, it was coming back full force.
tom said nothing, but his eyes poured into yours, and suddenly his anger had vanished and in its place was a much softer emotion he didn’t care to name. he brushed past you into your room, ignoring the questions you threw his way. retrieving your glass and plate of food, he exited your dorm and placed them on a nearby table.
he was back in an instant, pressing his hand to your lower back and silently ushering you back into your own room. he stopped in front of your bed, and you sat down. the next moment he was gone, and you weren’t aware of how long he’d been away, still trying to understand what he was doing and whether he was coming back or if that was the end of your odd exchange.
but before you knew it, he had returned with a full glass of water and a bowl of fruit. he could barely believe it himself. he didn’t care to look after people other than himself, it wasn’t in his nature, nor in his interest. and he seldom did things that weren’t in his interest.
but he found himself in the hogwarts kitchen arranging fruit in a bowl and asking specially for blackberries because he’d seen you eat them frequently.
“thank you,” you whispered, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
he looked down to you, his gaze sliding down his sharp face and onto yours. he didn’t speak much, not unless he deemed it necessary, and sometimes you appreciated this.
“you’re welcome,” he replied, sitting in the chair in the corner of your room, his ankle resting on his knee and hand gracing over his lips as his elbow rested on the arm of the chair.
it was as if he was examining you. you tried not to wince or react to the pain in your stomach for as long as you could, but eventually you couldn’t help it. tom didn’t move a muscle as he watched you.
“do you like to read?” he asked finally, cutting the tension in half.
“yes,” you answered, “my books are over there if you’d like to have a look.”
tom’s eyes flickered to where you had pointed, and he could see several titles from where he was sitting. in one swift movement he got up from the chair, slipped his hands in his pockets and stepped over to your shelf.
he selected a novel from your collection and returned to the chair.
“you can sit over here, you know.”
tom turned, looking at the space next to you on the bed. “very well.”
the mattress dipped with his weight, and you tried to control your pulse from racing just by him being so near. but his scent was intoxicating—he smelled expensive—and his thigh was almost touching yours. it was the perfect distraction from the pain, though you wouldn’t have guessed such a thing.
tom, too felt nervous, and he didn’t like to feel this way. but he suspected that this type of nervousness wouldn’t be as bothersome as the rest. he pushed the tremble in his voice down and opened the first page of ‘a room with a view’.
his deep voice was calming, diverting, too. though lucy honeychurh and george emerson’s story was also, over time his body had inched closer to yours subconsciously, and now you were touching like it was the most normal thing in the world. after a while, you’d moved back on the bed, head resting against your pillows and legs curled up into you. tom had been resistant at first to make himself comfortable, but had done as you asked and situated himself against your headboard.
bravery had taken hold of you nearly an hour into the reading session, and you dared to rest your head against tom’s shoulder. he didn’t stop reading, he didn’t move, but you could feel him stiffen ever so slightly, and then let go.
after a while, he even ventured to twist his pinky finger around yours, forcing himself to awkwardly turn the pages of the book one-handed—though neither of you were bothered about this.
it was quiet, it was intimate and private, and the moment was yours. and though it was only george and lucy who had shared an embrace, you hoped that it wouldn’t be too long before you and tom would share one of your own.
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#tom riddle x reader#tom riddle x you#tom riddle x y/n#tom riddle x fem!reader#tom riddle imagine#tom riddle fic#tom riddle fluff#tom riddle fanfiction#tom riddle oneshot#tom riddle era
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the object of your (des)ire - Tom Riddle x Ravenclaw!Reader
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Summary: Tom Riddle is used to being the star student, top of his class. So what happens when you suddenly start outsmarting him in various classes … ?
Warnings: Tom Riddle being Tom Riddle (meaning: obsessive and possessive behavior, and him just generally being a manipulative, narcissistic asshole), implied power imbalance (it’s Tom Riddle we’re talking about … ), unhealthy relationship (again, it’s Tom Riddle …), some bickering, unresolved (sexual) tension
This is going to be a two-part short story! Part I will be angst and fluff (well, as fluffy as you can get with Tom Riddle) and Part II will be angst and smut!
Part I - The Object of Your Ire 🪷🦋
Part II - The Object of your desire 🪷✨
#tom riddle#tom riddle x reader#tom riddle imagine#tom riddle x you#tom riddle fic#tom riddle fanfiction#harry potter imagine#harry potter#harry potter x reader#harry potter x you#tom riddle x ravenclaw reader#ravenclaw#tom riddle era
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thinking about the fact that if fleamont and euphemia potter had been young parents, james would have went to hogwarts in the 40s during the tom riddle era. imagine how chaotic that would have been. you cannot tell me alphard and james wouldn’t have hit it off instantly
the rivalry between James and Walburga would have been insane. james would have convinced orion to join gryffindor and they probably would have been best friends. james would make fun of abraxas for using sleekeazy's.
avery sr. would have been replacement snape. and of course, he would have gotten so many detentions from tom riddle
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orion: fuck the french
y/n: is that why you’re marrying your cousin?
#orion black#orion black x reader#orion black x y/n#not my keyboard switching to french lmao#tom riddle era#black family#the noble and most ancient house of black#walburga black#source: my brain
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a good morning.
Tom Riddle x dom!fem!reader.
Songs: Comfort crowd, she will be loved & Drive by.
— warnings: implied sex/smut. she/her. he/him. no y/n. nicknames; love & darling. words: 381. its a blurb that has a bad ending.
Quiet, he liked the quiet. It was where he could think and be alone, or not typically alone but he liked where ever it was quiet. She loved and hated the quiet. Sometimes the silence was to  consuming and when she didn’t like it, she would put some music on and go into her thoughts.
When she did like the quiet, it was when they were together and it was a good quiet, one where they were both content and they have nothing to worry about but it wasn’t a defining silence, there was background noise and it was most likely the birds that would love to talk.
Those times were the best. And they still are.
Laying in the brisk of the morning, not so brisk anymore after the morning they had. He was laying on her chest, his face in her neck, giving her light kisses and she was playing with his hair, his smooth, silky brown, somehow always perfect hair, especially with that one curl-
“Darling?”
“Oh, yes?” she says snapping out of thoughts, her hand stretching down his neck, tilting her face away from him, a smile appearing on her face when she felt his smile and laugh on her skin. 
“Nothing my love, your just thinking about my hair again.” He mumbles into her neck with a smile giving small kisses under her ear.
“It’s not my fault that your hair is so soft.” she says quickly to defend herself, playfully, her nails raking through his still very soft, “why are you listening to my thoughts anyway?”
Lifting his head so he can look her in the eye, “Cause it helps with knowing what you want when I give you pleasure, my darling.” He says very formally but with a smirk.
Her smile turned bigger, into a smirk, “Oh so you do it often?” bringing his face closer to her with her hand now on his jaw.
“Yes, my love.” His lips grazed her lips, both wearing smiles.
“Tommy, my love, how about you tell me your thoughts? mh?” Still looking in his eyes, giving him a corner-lip peck, slowly kissing down his jawline to his neck, pushing him down.
“oh. um, darling?” he responds swallowing deeply.
© ɢᴀʀꜰɪᴇʟᴅsʟᴀᴅʏʙɪʀᴅ. 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾!!
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I've been looking for a Dramione fic and no matter where I ask I get no answers, so I'll ask here and try my luck.
Draco and Hermione are a maried couple. Draco is friends with Harry. One day Draco finds old love letters either to Hermione or from her. Draco knows that someone before him broke her heart and thinks its the guy on the letters, so he ask Harry. Harry reconcognizes the name...Tom Riddle.
Turns out Hermione went back to the past to try and change Riddle before it all goes bad. In the process she and Riddle fall in love but he still follows his path. Broken hearted Hermione comes back to the prsent and it breaks her heart that Vodly gets killed. Draco is the one to help her heal her broken heart. She lets both Draco and Harry see her memories to make them understand her actions and why she loved him.
Does this ring any bells?
Anyone?
#fangirlmother#unresolved fic search#letters#time travel#side pairing: hermione x tom#side pairing: hermione x voldemort#tom riddle#tom riddle era#au#memories#harry#hurt and comfort
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KINKTOBER - DAY 9
Dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v, lord kink, begging
Tom was mesmerizing, always has been always will be, from the way he carried himself to even how he acted in the bedroom. You were told religiously how lucky you were since tom had taken a liking to you, picked you but you knew he liked you because you felt- no, knew you were the only person deserving to be by his side, no one else deserved it even Bellatrix no matter how hard she tried.
Your body was on fire, his skin against yours, both of you connected so intimately. Your legs wrapped around his waist and tom thrust roughly. His hand slid up your body and stopped at your neck, your hand grabbed his wrist softly.
Tom applied pressure in the right spots, your thumb caressed his skin lovingly. He looked down at you, watching you feel the restriction as he added more. Your mouth opened and eyes rolled back as he started thumbing your clit. He could feel how this was turning you on more.
His hand let up the pressure and you breathed in with a moan. Your eyes opening and staring at him, the pressure came back and you clenched around his cock.
“Beg me to let you cum” tom spat harshly.
“Fucking beg me” he added, letting up on your throat a little once again.
“Please my lord” you choked out, your hips rolling into his thrusts, you saw the corners of his mouth twitch up.
“Please, please my lord, i promise ill be good for you please just let me cum” you begged, your grip on his wrist tightened as you tried to hold the orgasm.
“You can cum” tom whispered, almost instantly clenching around him and cumming. your body trembling and legs tightening around him.
tag: @bunnyweasley23
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tw: ed
hi!!! welcome to my acc. this is a personal/vent acc, but i’ll also post normally. pls don’t report, just block!
repost to be mutuals :))
anyways, here’s a little abt me:
- i’m a girl
- i’m 15
- i speak english & italian fluently
- i LOVE taylor swift
- i’m pro-recovery 🫶🏻
- i love hp (especially the 1945, tom riddle era)
*i’m not adding any stats other than the fact that my cw is 104 lbs bc i’m more focused on how i look.*
#tw ed rant#ed diet#ed fast#ed bllog#4n0rex14#ed food diary#tw 4na thoughts#tw ana mention#an0rexic#ana friend#mutuals#harry potter#tom riddle#tom riddle era#tw ana fast#tw ana vent#ana nervosa#ana struggles#pro ans#ed not ed sheeran#notprojusttags#pro 4 me not 4 thee
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Tom Riddle Masterlist 🦋
back to my Harry Potter m.list || my main m.list
🦋 fluff // 🪷 angst // ✨smut
the object of your (des)ire 🪷✨ - Tom is used to being the star student, top of his class, but what happens, when you suddenly start outsmarting him in classes? Ravenclaw!reader. Two-shot.
#tom riddle#tom riddle x reader#tom riddle x you#tom riddle imagine#tom riddle x ravenclaw reader#tom riddle era#tom riddle smut#harry potter#harry potter imagine#writing#my writing#liviawritesthings 🦋
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i need to write a super intense, angsty volemort/walburga fic where they hate each other during their hogwarts days, but then when news that walburga is to marry orion is out, she hesitates.
cue to their awkward "reunion" after they graduate and walburga finds tom working at borgin and burke's (she makes fun of him, of course, but she's not all that into it) and her terribly awkward laughter kind of tapers off and they're staring at each other, and tom is looking at her face stonily, with an inscrutable expression on his face. (and then they fuck in the dimly lit back of the shop)
anyways, fast forward to a few years later, after orion gets out of hogwarts.
on their wedding day, orion waits and waits at the altar, but walburga never comes.
and he never manages to figure out that tom and walburga had run away together until lord voldemort returns to england with a tall, regal walburga black (or is it riddle? orion's too enraged to bother) beside him with a child in her arms.
#tom riddle#voldemort#lord voldemort#walburga black#tom riddle/walburga black#they should have a shipname#tom riddle x walburga black#tom riddle era#and that child is SIRIUS BLACK#woooohooooo#harry potter
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