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slytherinslut0 · 5 months

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jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons

author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.

-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.

Draco Malfoy.

Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.

“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”

Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.

Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.

“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.

His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.

He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.

“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”

He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.

Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.

“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”

He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.

“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”

Blaise Zabini.

Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.

When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.

This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.

He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.

You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.

After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.

“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.

Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.

Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.

His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.

You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.

He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.

“Who was that guy, darling?”

You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.

“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”

He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”

You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”

Mattheo Riddle.

“Who the fuck-“

Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.

You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.

You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.

Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.

You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,

“Is this fucker bothering you?”

Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.

“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“

He’d heard more than enough.

“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”

Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:

“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”

Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.

And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.

When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”

You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.

Theodore Nott.

He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.

Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-

Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.

Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.

Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.

His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.

He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.

“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”

As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.

Tom Riddle.

“AVADA KEDA-“

Lowkey kidding but not really.

No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.

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babyrys777 · 1 year

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𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑷𝒀 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝒀 ! 𝒕.𝒓.

pretend its still dec 31st, 2022. anyways hi im back also im gonna start posting oneshots that i had only posted on wattpad, on here. so enjoy this oneshot i wrote on toms bday.

y/n surpises tom with a special birthday gift

Despite being a raging narcissist, Tom loathed the day which was dedicated to him. His birthday. It was the worst day of the entire year and landed on the worst day to top it all off. He has never even come close to enjoying his birthday, how could he? The last day of the year was also the day everyone loses all sense of control and runs around screaming their new year's resolutions (which they’ll never accomplish.)

Tom despised his birthday and so, he makes sure nobody remembers it. Every year he goes about his day like usual and simply avoids anyone who may even have a slight clue it’s his birthday. But this year, he failed. Somehow you found out what this unbearable day was.

“Were you never going to tell me what today was?” you asked with a big grin as you practically skipped over to Tom with glee. “The last day of the year?” Tom feigned ignorance as he read a ragged book. You sat down on the leather couch with Tom and scoffed. “Have you told anyone else?” you questioned while looking around at the deserted common room. Since it was the holidays, there was practically nobody. “I don’t quite understand what you are talking about,” he said and flipped a page of his book. “Riddle you can drop the act, I know it’s your birthday,” you smirked as you saw his eyes widen. “Do not tell anyone,” he hissed. You snickered in response. “I wasn’t planning on it,” a small smile made its way onto your lips.

“How did you even find out?” Tom turned his head to face you.

“Doesn’t matter how I found out, what matters is that you never told me it was your birthday.” “I’ve known you since we were eleven and we have grown close in many ways and yet, you didn’t bother to tell me it was your birthday?” you finished with a disappointed facial expression. “I didn’t think you’d care,” he answered quickly. You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Well I do care, and I came here to show you just how much I care,” your voice grew lower as you moved closer to Tom. You dragged his book out of his hands and dropped it to the ground before straddling him.

“Tell me, Riddle, have you ever received a birthday gift before?” you whispered into Tom’s ear as you began to slowly rock your hips. You could feel Tom grow hard beneath you as you moved your hips back and forth. “I’m not a fan of gifts,” he answered your previous question with a shaky voice. You pouted before speaking, “Would you make an exception for me?” you asked him with glimmering eyes. Tom nervously inhaled before nodding. You smiled and trailed your hand down to his cock. You rubbed his clothed cock slowly before unzipping his pants. “You're going to love my gift,” you smiled and hopped off of him, and went down on your knees. His cock sprung out of his boxers and you licked your lips hungrily as you stuffed your face with his dick. Tom’s head fell back in pleasure as you gagged on his dick. Drool started to fall on the side of your mouth as Tom’s cock grazed the back of your throat. “If I had known this was the kind of gifts you hand out, I would have told you my birthday ages ago,” Tom let out a raspy whisper before thrusting into your mouth. Lust clouded Tom’s eyes as he fucked your mouth with delight.

Suddenly, Tom stopped his thrusting and pulled out of you. A string of precum and saliva followed. “Take that off,” Tom gestured to your shirt and you obeyed his commands. Slowly you unbutton your blouse and slip it off. “That too,” he demanded you to take your bra off. You did as said and Tom smiled before thrusting into your mouth once more, this time he thrusted with more ferocity. He could see your tits bounce with each thrust and it only added to the insatiable pleasure he was experiencing. You let out a muffled whimper as Tom began to thrust faster, chasing after his orgasm.

Tom felt his body tense and his cock began to twitch inside your mouth but instead of finishing inside of you, he came all over your face. His seed was painted onto your skin and with a smile, you stood up and straddled him once more. Tom barely got a chance to catch his breath when you grabbed his cock and went down on him. Your lips parted in euphoria as Tom’s hands fell onto the sides of your hips, lifting you up and down on his cock. His cock hit a sweet spot inside of you and it made you scream out his name. Both of your juices could be heard mixing together as Tom fucked you relentlessly. Your tits bounced at Tom’s ruthless thrusts, you could feel yourself slowly lose control as Tom quickened his pace. Tom’s cock twitched inside of your cunt and your walls clenched around his cock, “Happy Birthday, Tom,” you moaned out as you came all over him.

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sicutpuella · 11 months

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Desiderium

Tom Riddle and an Original Character

The third and last teaser…

Claudia Domitia Rosier

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Allectus Tiberius Rosier

Abraxas Septimus Malfoy

Chapter 0 will be posted in A03 and tumblr!

Posting it up in a bit ૮ • ﻌ - ა

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lenoraslament · 2 months

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Lenora’s Love: A Tom Riddle Fanfiction

Chapter 27: I Lost You

(Warnings: Angst, Dark Lord Heartbreak)

Lenora finds out Tom obliviated a year from her life and confronts him.

Tom Riddle couldn't stop fiddling with the small box in his pocket. The candles he enchanted were staring to drip with wax, he looked at his watch and paced around the grass. The creek behind him was bubbling softly.

A sound like a pop cracked through the atmosphere.

He turned to see Nora walking to him in strides. Her hair clung at her face, partially wet in the front, mascara dripped onto her cheeks, her face was red from crying.

"Darling what-" Tom started before he was blasted back. He thudded on the ground.

"HOW COULD YOU" she screamed.

"Nora-" he looked at her eyes, she stood above him her chest heaving.

She knew.

"I can explain darling" he sat up and she sent another bolt at him knocking him flat onto his back.

"Explain? EXPLAIN!?" She turned around, he couldn't tell if she was laughing or crying, "There is no explaining this Tom! My memories... I was ra-...we were" she couldn't catch her breath all of a sudden.

Everything was rushing back to her all over again.

Tom stood up quickly and tried to touch her but she shoved him with a scream.

"You were in pain, you were suffering..." Tom held his hands up and took a step back.

"BECAUSE OF YOU"

"I just wanted to save you. You couldn't function, you were... you needed help"

"Oh so you just decided to wipe my memory? A fresh start? So your precious Nora could be clean again?!"

Tom shook his head frantically, "No, no, I wanted you no matter what. I just chose to-"

"It was not your choice to make!'" Lenora's voice was almost hoarse from screaming.

Tom tried to search for the words, he couldn't take the look of hurt on her face. She shook with rage.

"You are no better than them!" She turned, her fingers raked through her hair, her nails digging into her scalp.

She thought of him carrying her down the hall at Hogwarts. Running her the bath.

"Lenora, please let's just ta-" his voice sounded desperate.

He always thinks he can just wash away the pain. The lies.Erase it.

She held out her wand "CRUCIO"

Tom dropped to his knees yelling out, his whole body on fire. He felt like a thousand cuts rippled against his skin.

He was crumpled on the floor.

She dropped the spell and he coughed and sputtered.

"I lost something!" she stood over him yelling "you stole my memories, my autonomy!"

His eyes were full of tears as he stood.

"I lost something too" his voice was ragged, she realized he was crying.

"I lost you" his shoulders shook as faced the away trying to hide, "I lost you again and again. Every day"

CRUCIO she hit him again and he fell ragged on the floor crying out.

"Stop Nora please... please"

She withdrew the spell and sobbed, she cradled her own head, exhausted.

He turned to her again, his eyes were red and glassy, he reached out to touch her face but she only drew away in anger.

"Lenora please" he tried to calm his breaths that were ragged from sobs.

Lenora shook her head in disbelief, she never believed he was capable of crying and yet he raveled in front of her, his hand pressed on his chest.

She stopped moving away letting him step in front of her. He touched the side of her face with deep relief that she didn't pull back.

How pathetic she was before. All she ever wanted was for him to-

"I love you." His words hung between them and she placed her hand on his, their eyes clung to each other for a moment, "I've always loved you" his forehead touched hers.

They cried together holding onto each other.

It's too late.

She shook her head, a single tear fell down her cheek, "that's not love"she said softly.

He tried to kiss her but she turned her head and he cried against her cheek.

"I'm sorry...you have to forgive me darling please" he sputtered.

"I can't "gave him a tearful look as she apparated away.

Abraxas found him. He didn't know how long Tom had been sitting there. His stare peered at nothing, his whole face seemed devoid of any emotion.

The red in his eyes gave him away.

"My lord?" Abraxas asked, "are you okay?"

Tom picked up the box and threw it. It landed with a splash in the creek, the water sweeping it away.

"Where's Nora?" Abraxas asked.

"She knows" he said. Abraxas face paled greatly, he felt nauseous.

"How?" He asked.

"Black betrayed me. Betrayed us " Tom's voice was flat. He looked up at Abraxas and his face almost crumpled but he took a breath and regained his composure. When he stood, the anguish was replaced by rage.

"Tom.." he said, "What happened".

"Bring him to me" Tom said, "now".

Everyone. Everyone knew.

Everyone betrayed her.

Lenora could barely breathe, she apparated back to the train station . She didn't know why. She only knew she needed to be as far away from Tom as possible. Farther than she could ever apparate away.

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mirrorballgf · 3 years

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𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 | 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

SUMMARY: in which y/n likes to show off and tom will not he outsmarted

DISCLAIMERS: smut, slight degradation, fingering, overstimulation, etc.

PAIRING: tom riddle x fem!reader

NOTES: why does this have 1000+ notes omg thank u

you always had a knack for getting under tom riddles skin. but it was all in good fun. no feelings were hurt — you didn’t think — and tom also seemingly liked to belittle you at every chance you he had.

it was a game that you two had played for years. you would say a joke about him being a “stuck up goodie goodie” and he would retort back with a equally snarky comment.

but, there was always an unspoken rule that hid beneath the table. do not try to outsmart him. you technically knew he was smarter than you — granted, he was practically smarter than everyone. so, you had no trouble breaking this unspoken rule.

but just as you say down for monday’s potions lesson. something seemed to change in the air. it began just as professor slug horn announced the winner of the potion competition would win their own bottle of liquid luck.

“you see, ive had this bottle for about three years and i’m ready to give it up. that is, if someone wins!” slug horn announced, “you’ll be making a antidote for any poison of your liking.”

tension seemed to hang in the air, you wanted that potion. but you also knew tom most likely wanted it more. you felt his eyes glaring at you from across the room, sending you a warning sign.

meeting his eyes, you saw only pure hatred. you swallowed hard. it wasn’t like you to be intimidated by him, but it was hard not to feel only a sense of worry for yourself as he looked at you.

“and you may began!” slughorn said, gesturing with his hands.

you ripped your eyes away from tom’s and immediately got to work. you searched for the nearest bezoar. your mother was a exceptional potioner and she had taught you best.

there was an easy cure for most poisons. bezoar. sure, it was sort of a cop out, but it didn’t matter to you.

after another thirty minutes, professor slug horn called time. “give me a moment to grade your works as i go around the room.”

you could feel the questioning glances you were getting from others. why hadn’t you put any ingredients in the table? where you trying to fail deliberately?

“tom, what an excellent discovery! my finest student back at it again. you’re up in the running son.” slughorn beamed as he examined toms potion.

“thank you, sir.” tom replied cooly. the charm and grace in his tone that made you sick to your stomach.

god, he such a teachers pet, you thought to yourself.

he even looked to proud of himself as professor walked over to your table.

“miss y/l/n, what’ve we got here? oh my!” professor slughorn gaped at the item you held out, “this is a spectacular solution. easy and simple. riddle, it looks like you’ve been outsmarted by miss y/l/n!”

you blushed at the compliment and shook your head sheepishly.

“it looks that way, doesn’t it?” tom replied, you could hear the anger in his voice. you could imagine his sharp jaw clenched, toned muscles stiff and tightened. a strange pool of desire formed near your lower stomach. embarrassed by the feeling, you brought your eyes back to professor slughorn.

after several moments, professor slughorn returned to the front of the room. “i have picked a winner. surprisingly, this student has shown a great deal of creativity and obvious thought into her solution.”

you could feel your heart beat in your chest. “y/l/n, here you are. feel free to use it whenever you’d like. please be aware of the side affects before taking it!”

you nodded sheepishly, blush filled your cheek as everyone gave a unenthusiastic clap for you. you didn’t expect people to be happy for you but you had made the mistake of turning towards tom riddle’s direction.

it was exactly like you imagined, his dull brown eyes were trained on yours, you were swarmed with his hateful energy immediately. his sharp jawline became even more aggressive as it seemed to tighten the more you kept eye-contact with him.

you took the bottle before slughorn hands and placed in your bag.

“class dismissed! again, thank you y/l/n for such a brilliant masterpiece!”

you were getting sick of the flattery as you collected your bags, but you smiled anyways.

you exited the classroom, but before you could get even two feet into the hallway someone had grabbed your wrist forcefully and slammed you into the nearest wall.

your vision blackened for a moment out of pure shock. “what the fuck-?!” you started, but then quickly interrupted by a voice.

“merlin, i bet you loved that didn’t you?” toms venomous laced voices spoke out. he was standing closer to you than he had ever before, and you noticed how tall he was compared to you.

“oh, tom. don’t be such a sore loser. it’s not a good look on you.” you feigned a pout. and his eyes narrowed, but you didn’t miss the way they flickered towards your lips.

with his hand still on your wrist, he scowled. “funny you say. i didn’t lose, you technically cheated. it was supposed to a potion, and of course, you would find some loop-hole.”

“i’m clever tom, don’t try and belittle my talents.” you replied, offended that he would try to take away your special moment. you had felt particularly smart about your solution, but with the way tom was staring at you now, you felt doubt creep into your system.

“please, you practically beg to be ‘belittled’ when you go around like that.” he sneered. his brown eyes striking against your’s.

“oh? like what, riddle.” you challenged, taking a step forward from the wall. the confidence in your voice definitely outweighed the confidence you were feeling. truthfully, you felt a little ashamed to have won so easily. tom was half-way right and you knew it.

he clenched his jaw but before he could say anything else, you had softly pressed your lips against his. at first, he was as frozen as a statue. doubt crept into your system but just before you could apologize and pull back, he grasped your wrists and you felt your back hit the wall painfully.

gasping in surprise, he tightened his hands around your wrist. he nipped at your bottom lip roughly and you could feel the smirk on his lips as you bit back a moan. “oh, come on, don’t be a tease,” he whispered as he pulled back. both of you were breathing heavily from the forceful kiss.

before you could reply, his lips were already latched onto your neck. sucking hard and quickly leaving love bites all over your collarbone, you shivered under his cold touch. a small gasp escaped your lips as he opened the broom closet door behind you.

his hands trailed up and down your blouse before finally taking off your robe. you watched him with gleeful eyes as he hoisted you onto the nearest desk. “sit pretty for me, will you?” he murmured, grabbing your inner thigh and spreading your legs apart.

you nod silently and he goes back to his original pace on your lips. you gasp as he squeezes your thigh hard. taking the advantage, he slips his tongue into your mouth. your cheeks start to fill with heat and you can feel your panties getting soaked in the process.

urgently, you grab his hand and slide it closer to your frantic needs. “please-“ you practically beg, and he pulls away with a sinister smirk on his face. “so, so needy. what would people say if they found you like this? begging for me. it’s pathetic.” he said, but his smirk never leaving his kissed-swollen lips.

fortunately, he gave in at just the right moment. he moved away the thin cotton of your panties and slide his digits into your soaked pussy. “tck, tck. did i do this?” tom whispered into your ear, nipping at the sweet spot behind it.

reluctantly, you moan against him. “oh my god. tom,” his fingers pace faster against you and you buck your hips in return. his lips catch your moan with ease, biting your bottom lip roughly once again.

you grab for the collar on his shirt for support as you thrust back and forth on his fingers. “always an overachiever, huh?” he said onto your lips as he adds a third finger, pushing you to the edge.

your eyes widen and a loud moan escapes from your throat. your eyes cloud with lust and fulfillment as you feel yourself getting closer. “tom, please, i’m so close.”

at your words, his pace fastens and you feel yourself wither beneath him. you wrap your shaking legs around his hips, allowing him to have a better position of your legs.

“fuck! dont stop, please. tom!” you plead, shaking underneath his intense gaze. he was watching you come undone for him, and enjoying every moment of it gloriously.

his fingers were coated in your juices and he slowly pulled out of you. you whimpered at the motion, suddenly embarrassed by what you had just done. “lay down.” he said, his voice monotone but demanding.

you furrowed your eyebrows, “w-what? i thought i was done.”

tom chucked humorlessly. “but don’t you like being an overachiever? outsmarting me if you will? lay down, dont make me repeat myself.”

nodding, you lie down in front of him. your skirt hiked up all the way to your stomach, leaving you bare in front of him. with your legs still shaking furiously, tom dipped down and began to gently suck on your clit. your hands flew to his hair immediately, overwhelmed with the sensation of his mouth inside of you.

you tugged sharply and you felt him moan into you. his tongue flicked at a sensitive spot and you whined. you had become quickly overstimulated and your mind had become empty expect for a loud buzz. “i don’t think i can last-“

he pulled away, kissing your inner thighs. “be patient, do you see how desperate you get when you don’t get your way?” you watch as he dips back down again and the whole vision makes your head spin.

“answer me,” he commands. now, sucking harshly against your clit in a more angered manner. you tug at his wavy-hair in return. “yes, i know, i am. please just let me come.” you whine, bucking your hips in his face.

his pace becomes angry as he practically fucks you with his mouth. your vision clouds and all you can feel is pure bliss and quivering legs. you scream out his name in one last moan.

seemingly satisfied, he leans back and watches you as you catch your breath. “i didn’t know you could do that…” you said, your voice strained and horse from your screams.

he licked his lips as you slowly sit up, covering up your legs and pulling your skirt back down. “and i didn’t know i could make you come with just my words and fingers.” he said, smirking devilishly.

you feel your cheeks heat up and try to hide your shaking legs from his view. “well, maybe it can happen again.”

he raised an eyebrow, “perhaps. try and outsmart me again, and you’ll be in for more than two orgasms.” and with that he left you there, skirt half-way pulled down, tousled hair and a whole lot of memories.

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allisie · 3 years

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ahh so i saw your tom riddle pregnancy head cannon and was wondering if you could write a one shot of him being really distant during your pregnancy or whatever but then you feel the baby kick and something in him changes? idk if that makes sense 💀 thank youu 💗✨

Family

Tom Riddle x reader

warning; I can't write angst, for sh*t, but I try. Hate full and distant tom until the end. This was not proof read. Talk of a kinda abortion, briefly.

Starting a family was supposed to be one of the happiest things, to happen during Your relationship, at least that's what everyone told you, since the day of your wedding. But its a lot more lonely than anyone could have thought. Since the beginning Tom was never fully on board with the pregnancy.

"Your fucking with me," Tom laughed bring his wine glass to his lips. A shaky smile on his lips, his other hand holding the pregnancy test. His dark eyes analyzing your face trying to see a crack in you sad demeanor," Your kidding me. You thought now would be the best time to tell me this. Today of all days, couldn't it have waited until tomorrow."

"I though it would have been perfect so we have two things to celebrate, today,"

"We are not celebrating that thing today, today is my day. It is supposed to be about me for once," Tom said, his voice slowly getting louder. Dropping the pregnancy test onto the couch, Tom made drank all his wine before making his way to the kitchen, were he scrubbed at his hand. Getting up from your seat, you pick up the pregnancy test before making your way after him.

"Can we talk about this," You asked, your voice cracking as your throat tightened. Tears starting to form. Drying his hands Tom turns to look at you, a disgusted look in his eyes as he looked at the test in your hands. The light pink contrasting with the intricate gold ring on your ring finger.

"Are planning to get rid of that thing," He asked folding his hands over his chest. Eye brow raised and head titled as he waited for your answer.

"Can you stop, addressing them as an it or a thing. Its our baby," You whisper, your voice shaky beyond comparison. A tear running down your check. Eyes focused on the island that separated you both.

"That exactly what it is a clump of cells, if even that. There for its a thing," Tom spat back, disgust evident in his tone," Are you gonna get rid of it."

"No, then we have nothing to talk about," Tom said as he walked past you, turning his body away from you, and making his way to your bedroom. The sound of the door being slammed shut, tears streamed down your face. Loud sobs rung out through the home.

It was hard the first couple weeks, Tom slept on the couch if he came home at all. The bigger your stomach grew the lonelier you felt. The more, the home you built together felt cold and unfamiliar. Suddenly it was as if Tom didn't exist, and he was just a fleeing thought that with everyday got fainter. The kitchen was no longer full of life, from the nights Tom got home and cooked dinner with you, or when he helped you renovate the kitchen. Or sleepless nights in your bedroom, where you just held each other close. But you adapted and over came, spending the first few months of your pregnancy building furniture, and buying supplies. All that need to be done was painting the walls.

Standing on the step ladder, you painted the first wall of the baby's room, your old studio room. A painters mask on your face. Paint splatters and a spill mark, on the fall from the tin falling from your arms. Walking through the front door, tom took off his jacket and made his way to the guest room. When he heard a loud thud, that made him scared. Turning on the heel of his shoes, Tom walked down the hall to your studio.

The pungent smell of fumes attacked his nose. Turning the handle of the door, Tom saw you, leaning against an unpainted wall. Your chest vigorously moving up and down your lungs struggling to get enough air. The painting brush discarded to the left of you, on the floor. Looking to his left Tom saw the semi painted wall.

Walking over to you seated frame, Tom picked up the paint brush, and placed it on the step ladder, open the windows. Tom walked around the house getting you various things. Coming back to you, Tom's hands were over flowing with pillows, blankets, water and snacks. Placing then in the middle of the room. Tom made a make shift comfort area for you. Walking over to you he picked you up and placed you in the center of the pillows, and blankets.

"Why are you doing this," you ask him. Staring as he began to work on the wall, spreading an even coat of the paint.

"Didn't want you to get hurt, no matter what I could never live with myself if I let you get hurt. Cause of something so small," Tom said, never stopping the motion of his hand," I promised you since we were 16 that I would love you until death did us part. I haven't been up holding that promise as well as I could recently. And I am sorry for that, I was being a selfish bastard,"

"Yes, you are a selfish bastard, that is no secret. But we have a lifetime to work on that together. It may back a million eternities over for you to final stop but I will be by your side everyday for those years. Cause you are my stubborn, selfish sarcastic asshole of a husband. And death can screw the fuck of cause they with never be able to hold a feather to our love. If they try we will turn it to ash, cause that's who we are."

"I love you, Mrs. Riddle and little Riddle. I hope you both can forgive me one day,"

"And we love you, Mr. Riddle. And we forgive you. Now get your ass over here and kiss the hell out of me."

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shrooms3000 · 3 years

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wrong answer

Description: reader getting dicked down? Idk XD

Pairing: tom riddle/ fem reader

Warnings: Smut/Nsfw, Dub con, choking, master kink, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, begging

All I could hear was his ragged breath, and the aggressive slamming of the head board with every thrust. We had been going at it for hours. My body was so over stimulated that I could barely focus on anything other than how good it all felt. And fuck did it feel good.

“Awwww…. Are you gonna cum again” his tone harsh, it always was, mocking even.

I sputtered a response, even as my pleas left my lips i knew they would be in vain. He chucked at the attempt, thrusts increasing in speed and strength. “Angle?” Although the nickname was sweet there was nothing sweet about the way he whispered it in my ear. “Pathetic, I don't think you deserve to cum. No.. you haven't earned it?”

A strangled noise left me then. I couldn’t tell if it was a cry or moan. Maybe both, but before I could stop myself my next words tumbled free.

“Please… tom please just-” before I could continue with my next useless plea he pulled out.

“Wrong answer”

Ice, his voice cold like ice sending shivers down my spine. I look up in one last attempt for the release I so desperately craved. Fuck i was right there. But the second our eyes met his eyes swiftly turned away , flipping me onto my hands and knees. Ass up face down.

Drops of his sweat meet my back cooling the intense heat. His presence overwhelmed me. It was hard to breathe, my face smashing into the pillow and every breath I took attempting to steady my breath smelt like him. It was too much, too much of him. I tried to sit up but again my attempts were futile when his rough hands slammed against the back of my neck.

“We really just don't want to listen tonight do we? And here I thought you were going to be my good girl” his body then leaned into mine and I felt his tip against my entrance. Sliding through the folds so wet that at this point I'm sure it's dripping down my leg. Pushing the head in only faintly. “ but you haven't been a good girl and good girls don't get to cum” the head of his throbbing cock slid up to graze my clit then slid back down to my entrance. He pushed in slowly making me feel every inch of his thick length till he bottomed out. His thick shaft fully shaved in my wet heat, his hips pressed rum firmly against my backside. “So you're going to sit here and take it until I say you can come”

The feeling of him deep inside of me is almost too much to bare. I could practically feel his cock pulsing along with his rapid heart rate. If it wasn't for the spread of his pulse and the groan like breaths he took, I would have assumed he had no opinion on the situation at all. But i nodded in response to him

“Hm? Did you say something?” He released the bone crushing hold he had upon my neck, allowing me to squeak out my reply.

“Yes, master” I whisper, voice barely audible. If it weren't for our relative proximity he wouldn't have heard my grovling obedience.

He kissed my shoulder Possessively .I could feel the twisted smile that creeped onto his gorgeous face, with that he began his thrusts. My mind started to spin, in and out, in and out. Merlin fuck. His cock drawing moan after moan from my throat. And again the slamming of the headboard filled my dazed head. I never wanted it to end…

-Authors note-

HIII, im still kinda new to tumber and this is my first post so im still geting used to thing. But i hope you enjoyed non the less, lemme know your thoughts. thx <3

-lorelai

Editor: HIII :D

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mr-marvolo-riddle · 3 years

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Yes this man really owns me

I forgot to add "being persuaded by Tom Riddle"

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cheesetoefungus69 · 4 years

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ok hear me out but

tom riddle is really fucking hot like please rail me sir.

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slytherinslut0 · 6 months

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Mattheo Riddle. | We Are Done

Info: Mattheo calls things off during a nasty fight where you were only expressing your concern for his safety, putting an end to your months-long complicated fling. When he inevitably gets hurt and finds himself in the hospital wing as a result of his recklessness, you pay him a little visit, eager to get your revenge.

Word count: 5k

Tags: 18+, SMUT, Toxic Behaviours, Sadism, Masochism, Intense Bloodplay, Restraint, Dom!Reader, Sub!Mattheo, Begging, PIV, Sexual Punishment, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Humiliation.

A/N: went all the way to the depths of hell for this one☠️

The journey from the bustling opulence of the Great Hall to the clinical confines of the hospital wing unfolded like a protracted soul-search, nearly forty minutes of introspection that could have singlehandedly redefined the word regret.

A seething turmoil churned within, its intensity drawn solely from the arid kindling of memories involving your ex fling, Mattheo Riddle. Despite the passing week of newfound solitude, the inner maelstrom showed no fucking signs of abating.

The recollection of your fleeting intimate moments swarmed you, a ceaseless loop that played out in the theater of your mind--like an unresolved holodrama with seemingly no fucking end.

His imprint stained every fragment of your life; in the solitude of the shower, mental echoes followed the course of water, little rivers reminding you of the ones tracing intricate paths down his sculpted physique. Within the shared space of the common room, the mental tableau featured his fingers engaging in an intimate ballet, leaving the taste of his lips lingering in your mouth as they ever-so-dominantly stifled your lusty sounds.

And somehow, that wasn't even the worst of it. Oh, not even close. It was during the nocturnal realm that the memories unfolded their cruelest chapters.

In the shroud of night, it transcended beyond the mere visual replay of his figure dominating yours, or the sensory exploration of his hands traversing the curves of your body. It wasn't just the recollection of his teeth sinking into your neck that lingered. No, the intricacies of your mind wove a far, far more nuanced tapestry.

Nighttime summoned forth the vivid recollection of the encompassing warmth emanating from his broad chest, the haven discovered within the embrace of his strong arms, and the fragrant allure of his messy hair, intertwining with the visceral memories of each intimate encounter. His burning gaze that had seared into your consciousness was more than a mere look; it was an indelible mark, haunting the very core of your thoughts with the echoes of shared passion.

These were the nocturnal specters that besieged you behind closed lids, engaging in an unwelcome dance as you wrestled with the elusive embrace of sleep. These very memories, like a relentless blacksmith, stoked the inferno within, leaving behind the most acrid, bitter residue on your tongue--a taste of anguish and betrayal.

The haunting question echoed through the corridors of your thoughts: why had he subjected you to this intimate claiming, an emotional prison woven with shared intensity, only to abruptly extinguish it with the cold finality of three, sad little words.

"We are done."

And thus, even after the amount of passing time, all it took was a single sideways glance exchanged between Pansy and Draco during their spirited debate over impending assignments to inspire the catalyst for your abrupt departure. With a forceful clatter, you slammed down your fork and pushed up from the table, commencing a determined march into the unknown.

Their speculative gazes undoubtedly trailed your abrupt exit, but you paid no heed. The entire school was privy to the fact that you and Mattheo were done, seemingly officially this time--terminated by a colossal spat prior to one of his ludicrous nighttime escapades in the forbidden forest. Mattheo's hospitalization, a testament to the recklessness that marked him and his band of fools, left him nursing scratches, cuts, bruises, and a sizable gash on his lower abdomen.

Pansy's calls faded into the periphery as you strode away, your indifference resonating louder than any response could convey. The world around you blurred into inconsequential background noise, drowned out by the burgeoning tangle of spite that commandeered your thoughts. Initially relegated to the forefront, this resentment had now metastasized, occupying every crevice of your headspace.

The recollection of his outburst haunted you, a violent reaction triggered by your attempt to dissuade him from venturing into the forbidden forest. Advising caution, you found yourself confronted with accusations of control and a stifling of his fucking freedom. Hurtful words cascaded from his lips during that argument, culminating before he recklessly endangered himself in the perilous forest. All the moments of vulnerability you shared with him, surrendering yourself without reservation, only to be met with his callousness when you were simply trying to safeguard him.

And as the embers of revenge blazed within, so did the deafening roar for closure. The need to settle the score and the yearning for resolution thrived in the wake of an emotional maelstrom.

‘We are done’ felt insufficient—it couldn't conclude there. You wouldn't fucking allow it.

Approaching the hospital wing doors, a surprising fortitude replaced any expectation of your confidence wilting under the imposing pressure. Strangely, a heightened anger welled within you, as though Mattheo Riddle were the sun, each step forward intensifying the scorching heat enveloping you. With a decisive gesture, you flung the door open, your breath held in suspense as your eyes canvassed the beds. Yet, he remained conspicuously absent, amplifying the frenetic flutter in your heart into an unrestrained whirlwind.

"Miss? May I help you with something?"

You pivoted sharply, eyes ablaze, as if embers sparked from your gaze. "Mr. Riddle. Mattheo. Where is he?"

The nurse swallowed, brows furrowed in confusion, but she cautiously gestured toward the hall, taking a step forward. "We moved him into a private room yesterday. His father requested it. Third door to the left."

Your eyes rolled involuntarily as you turned away, a silent commentary on the absurdity before you. Suppressing the impulse to scoff required a fucking Herculean effort--of course, his father would demand a private room for him. The bloody entitlement was as predictable as Mattheo's suffocating arrogance.

As your determined march neared its end, you found yourself standing before the designated door, caught in a tumult of fear and fury. Fingers trembled, folding in waves in a futile attempt to expel the excess energy coursing through your veins. This ritual had proved futile throughout the previous week, and it yielded no different results now. A frustrated exhale escaped through your nose as you charged through the doorway, propelled by a relentless surge of emotion.

Mattheo Riddle's vulnerability exceeded all expectations as he lay in his opulent private chamber. Shirtless, his body displayed a cruel artwork of black and blue hues, stretching beyond the healing gash on his abdomen. A chaotic tapestry of scratches adorned his shoulders, arms, neck, and the once flawless canvas of his face, now disrupted by a thin, blistering line over the bridge of his nose. A swallow lodged in your throat as you beheld him, a striking portrait of agony that rendered him almost unrecognizable.

"Why the hell are you here?" He stared at you, expression vacant. "Can't you comprehend simple instructions?"

With a cool, unwavering gaze, you shot back, "And miss the chance to witness your glorious downfall? Not a fucking chance, Riddle."

Mattheo clenched his jaw, exhaling sharply as he adjusted against the sheets. "You're insufferable."

You sneered, advancing with measured steps. "Coming from you, that's a compliment."

Advancing, you scrutinized his form, taking in the mosaic of fresh scars that adorned his skin. Arriving at the bedside, your gaze drifted downward, noting that beneath his waist, he was clad only in boxers. A scant, white sheet was the sole guardian of whatever remained of his dignity.

Mattheo's snarl reverberated in the room. "If you're here to extend your fucking pity, please, spare me."

A sharp retort escaped your lips, your eyes dancing with a hint of amusement. "Oh, I'm not offering pity...though you do present quite the pitiable fucking sight, I'll give you that."

"Then what the fuck do you want?" Mattheo's voice carried an edge, his eyes narrowing with impatience. “I told you, we are done.”

A pregnant pause filled the room as you let his question linger, a mental reel replaying the relentless week of torment he had unleashed upon you. Your gaze lingered on his tousled chocolate curls and once-enticing plush lips, forcing yourself to traverse the memories of months marked by a tumultuous dance between pain and pleasure. The realization hit like a sledgehammer--all those moments, the highs and lows, seemed to have led to an abyss of pure fucking nothingness.

A furrow etched your brow as you looked down at him. "It's unbelievable that I let myself get ensnared into feeling something for you."

"Your feelings were your own choice," he quipped, his head falling back with an air of indifference, eyes drifting to the ceiling. "Don't blame me for your poor judgment."

Your frown etched deeper lines on your face, the surge of anger unmistakable. "Regardless, you still manipulated me like a fucking puppet."

"Amusing how complaints disappeared when you were screaming for more every damn night," he retorted, lids fluttering with evident irritation. "Your anger's just a cover for the fact that you'll have to find a new playmate now...have fun chasing those highs, princess, but I promise you'll only end up disappointed."

Your jaw dropped in disbelief, gaze narrowing into a potent mix of anger and hurt. "You're a real fucking prick, you know that?"

Mattheo regarded you with eyes that seemed to hold nothing but emptiness. His silent response coaxed your hands to curl into tight fists, and your chin to tremble with the pressure of boiling blood. You hadn't come here for him to treat you like a mere specter, to act as if you were invisible, as if you were nothing--something you knew you had never been. And still weren't.

"Answer me," you hissed, your voice shaking with a blend of frustration and desperation.

He remained silent, his gaze an unyielding anchor in the stormy sea of your emotions. The void in his pupils became increasingly maddening, an inscrutable abyss that left you grappling with the uncertainty of what the fuck he was even thinking right now.

"Answer me, Riddle." Your demand sliced through the air, a fervent plea for any sign of acknowledgment.

But he remained stubbornly mute.

Your chest surged with frustration, the world momentarily blurring in your escalating anger. "Say something, damn it!"

It was only when the sting of his skin met the back of your hand, and red streaks of blood marked your knuckles, that you realized you had slapped him, reopening the scab on his cheek. Yet, that wasn't the shocking part--though it certainly played a role--what truly stunned you was the quiet, wanton moan that escaped Mattheo's lips, his lids fluttering while his body tensed against the bed. In awe, you gulped.

And then, a peculiar, wicked force stirred within, a voracious entity feeding on the months of torment he had subjected you to. Something that hungered for more.

So, succumbing to its dark allure, you withdrew your hand and unleashed another sharp, resounding slap across his cheek. Blood painted his face, and Mattheo groaned, fingers clutching at the sheets as his hips thrust into the air, his arousal blatantly revealed beneath the fabric. Spellbound, you observed as he collapsed back onto the mattress, his eyes fluttering open, holding a gaze that teetered between vulnerability and desperation.

Between the conflicted expression in his eyes and the pulsating bulge between his legs, the sinister impulse within you deepened, intertwining with a more primal sensation. One unmistakably identified as pure, unbridled lust.

"You fucking like that, don't you?" You breathed, your lips twisting into a sadistic grin.

"Are you trying to hurt me, princess?" Mattheo's intense gaze focused on you, alternating between his increasing arousal and your exasperated expressions. "You'll have to put in more fucking effort than that..."

"Hm." You hummed, grin widening. "If you insist."

You locked on to Mattheo's gaze, feeling empowered by the way his normally stoic expression was now clouded with a burning need. With a coy smile, you swung your knee onto the hospital bed, letting your skirt ride up around your hips and exposing your panties. His brown eyes lingered between your legs, and you could feel the heat of his gaze against your skin as you climbed over him, straddling his strong thighs. He tensed as his eager cock twitched beneath you, silently begging for more.

The power dynamic between you had shifted so drastically in this moment. Mattheo Riddle, famed for his cunning and ruthlessness, was now completely at your fucking mercy. It was an intoxicating feeling, knowing that you had the power to make him feel truly vulnerable.

"So weak," you spat, a wicked grin spreading across your face as you dipped your hips just enough to skim the head of his cock. The sight of his full-body convulsion was mesmerizing, and the shaky breath that left his lips told you everything you needed to know.

You could tell he was still in pain, but there was something else there too--desperation.

"Poor boy," you murmured, running your fingers down the curves of your own figure, taking pleasure in the sensation of your own heat as you slipped your hand between your thighs, caressing yourself. "This is what you want, isn't it?"

Mattheo's eyes fluttered closed, his mouth falling open in a low groan. It was clear he was entranced by the sight of you touching yourself, and the way your words dripped with sinful seduction only added to his lust.

"Yes," he gritted out through clenched teeth, his hips bucking up to meet yours. "This is what I want."

"Look at you...so fucking needy..." you clucked your tongue and chuckled, extending out your free hand and running it along the wounded flesh of his chest, digging in with a little more force than you'd intended, judging by the groan that left his lips and the blood that split through the scab. "You're such a pathetic mess, Matty...it's almost too easy to control you like this..."

"Go to hell." His jaw tightened, a vein throbbing in his temple as he recognized the truth in your words. "You don't control fuck all."

"Oh, is that right?" you snarled, leaning forward and pushing your hands into his stomach, pressing down on his wound with added force, now. His face twisted in pain, and he let out a strained grunt. "How about now?"

Your heart was thundering with adrenaline, and while you had undoubtedly expected him to be furious at you for causing him harm, as he met your gaze, you saw something else entirely. There was a desperate need in his eyes, a yearning for more of the pain and pleasure that only you could provide. His lips were parted, his breaths coming in short gasps as he struggled to contain the sensations coursing through him. Despite the pain, there was a sense of longing that tugged at your heartstrings, filling you with a powerful desire for more of this intoxicating mixture.

"More," he whispered, his voice low and husky with need, barely above a breath. "Do it again."

"Oh, I don't fucking think so..." you sneered, your cunt clenching involuntarily at his request. But you were determined to make this man suffer. To humiliate him just as bad as he'd humiliated you, time and time again. "If you want something, you’ll have to ask for it nicely…I want to hear you beg for me."

Mattheo grunted again, bucking his hips, trying to grind back despite the pain of his injuries. Finding that impossible, his hands went to your waist, gliding up and down your thighs as he attempted to move you faster along his member, craning his head forward to get a better view. You scowled and smacked him away.

"I don't recall extending an invitation for your touch," you asserted, a glacial edge to your voice. "Why would I want your hands on me? After everything you've fucking done?"

His fingers balled into fists, exhaling when his head fell back against the pillow. You could feel him aching below you, already entirely fucking anxious to get inside of you. But then, he was still, hungry eyes trained on yours as he waited for your prompt.

"That's better," you purred, and found the next words coming out before you'd even thought them. "Good boy."

Your hips moved sinuously against his, a deliberate motion that left him breathless, his fists tensing against the desire to seize hold of your flesh. The surge of power was intoxicating, a heady blend with the fervor of your overwhelming desire and simmering rage. More than ever, your yearning for him to suffer consumed you. With a wicked grin, you lifted your hand to your lips, sensually running your tongue along the length of your crimson-stained fingers, sucking off the remnants of his blood. The sharp note of copper lit up your palate, sending a delightful shiver through your being.

"Mmm...you taste so good." You met his gaze between the long licks of your digits, his taste coating your mouth. "Wanna try?"

Mattheo remained silent, his gaze tracing the movement of your tongue as he moistened his lower lip. You enveloped one of your fingers with your lips, emitting a soft hum as you sensually cleaned it, gliding it in and out with deliberate slowness. Finally, you withdrew it with a wet pop, eyes rolling in dramatic effect.

Mattheo's jaw constricted, the sinews in his forearms taut from the tension in his fists. "Please..."

But you, unfazed, dipped your fingers back into the trail of blood leaking from his gash, adorning your skin with a bold red hue before returning them to your mouth.

"Mm, not good enough, I’m afraid..." you murmured, eyes twinkling with sadistic satisfaction. "You'll have to do much better than that, big boy..."

A growl echoed in Mattheo's throat while he gripped your thighs, pushing you down onto his swollen cock. His own hips thrust up against you, seeking any friction, any pressure at all from your heat. Frowning, you slapped his hand--and to your amazement, he pulled back, averting his gaze.

"These hands of yours are growing quite fucking insolent," you observed with a sly smile. "It's high time we addressed their rude misbehaviour."

A sinister grin etched across your lips as you shifted, smoothly extracting your wand from its thigh strap. With a deft flick, you summoned restraints, securing Mattheo's wrists to the metal headboard. His lips parted, eyes smouldering with desire, pulsating beneath you as the tightness closed around his wrists. Once finished, another few flicks ensured the door was locked, and the room was cloaked in a silencing charm.

"Much better," you said, tossing your wand aside. The gleam in your eye was almost maniacal as you reveled in the exquisite agony you were causing him, feeling a sense of power and control that you had never experienced before. "How's that feel, hm? Ready to utter those pleas for me, Riddle?"

"You're going to regret this, little witch..." he spat out through gritted teeth, his gaze locked onto yours. "Nothing you could do to me is worse than the fate that awaits you when I get out of here…your days are fucking numbered."

Involuntarily, you clenched at his threat, a sly smirk playing on your lips as you dipped your fingers back into the pool of blood emanating from his wound--and with a decisive move, you seized his jaw with your free hand, thrusting your bloodied fingers past his teeth before he could voice a protest.

"Now isn't the time for your futile threats, Mattheo," you husked, tilting your head. Your fingers pushed forcefully into his throat, emphasizing your point. "Look how fucking pathetic you are...if only your friends could see you now...big tough guy, bound and gagged by his own bitch…it’s beautiful, really."

Abruptly, you withdrew your fingers, leaning back to assess your handiwork. His wrists were securely bound, a vivid red imprint gracing his skin, while his mouth shimmered with the subtle traces of his own blood. It was a tableau of perfection--humiliating yet exquisitely so. The image of him squirming against the taut restraints, his chest rising and falling with each desperate breath, compelled your hand between your legs. Sliding up your skirt, you explored through the delicate lace of your panties, skimming eagerly over your clit.

"Fuck," you murmured, glimpsing his mouth, “you look perfect like this."

This was retribution, and as you teased yourself while admiring the pathetic sight of him, thoughts buzzed with the torment he'd inflicted--the scalding intensity of his erratic behavior, the icy indifference he wielded, treating you with disdain, unfounded accusations of infidelity, and the frigid distance he maintained. The searing resentment flared as you recollected the havoc he'd wreaked upon your life.

It was months of emotional manipulation. A pattern that was impossible to acclimate to. His cycle of hot and cold, the relentless mistreatment, the baseless accusations, and the moments of aloofness, all preceding his inevitable return, pleading for your affection--this was the culmination of his deeds. More than anything, this was the reckoning he deserved.

"Come on, princess..." he muttered, eyes wide and pleading. "For Godrics sake, please...fucking please..."

A grin creeped across your lips, your heart leaping with excitement. You'd finally fucking broke him.

"There we go, Matty...that wasn't so hard, was it?" You purred, inching backwards along the length of his thighs, reaching out to pull the cover from his waist in an excruciatingly slow fashion, exposing his black briefs. "I love hearing you beg for me...you're being such a good boy..."

Mattheo's response came in the form of an exaggerated huff, and his eyes locked onto yours, silently pleading for your touch to alleviate the burning desire between his legs. Your grin expanded, reveling in the palpable tension.

"You want me to fuck you, Matty? Do you think you fucking deserve that?" You cooed as you caressed his erection through the fabric, glaring at him while he jerked and shook from your touch. It was incredible, watching him trying to thrust into your fist, whimpering, head lolling while you sped your ministrations. "Do you think you fucking deserve me?"

His groan reverberated, his body twitching beneath the firm clasp of your fingers. His lids fluttered, and his head arched back in a nearly imperceptible shake of denial.

"You never fucking deserved me, did you?" Your frustration at his silence echoed in the air as you delivered a sharp crack across his face, prompting a gasp from him. "Fucking answer me, Mattheo!"

"No!" he finally hissed, his knuckles whitening as his entire frame tensed. "Fuck! No! I didn’t…”

"That's right, you didn't…” you laughed, shaking your head. The sinful delight coursing through you at his torment was undeniable. "At least you can finally fucking admit it...a tiny step towards what might pass as progress, I suppose."

As Mattheo huffed, not daring to meet your eyes, you sighed, finally feeling as though some of your anger had dissipated. Not by much, but by enough. Granting him the smallest percentage of mercy, you wrapped your fingers around the waistband of his boxers, freeing his needy, throbbing cock--the length of his smooth heat springing back and slapping against his belly, a low groan leaving the depths of his throat as it did.

You clenched at the sight, the pool of heat in your abdomen expanding throughout your entire body now, your mouth practically watering at the mere vision of him. Just when you thought this whole thing couldn't get anymore perfect. Gods, he was undeniably fucking delicious.

"Tell me what you want, Mattheo..." you said, wrapping your fingers around his cock, slicking the bead of precum around the head, twisting your wrist as you stroked him. "Tell me what you need."

His eyelids pressed together in bliss as he panted, the rhythmic movement of his throat visible with each swallow. In the throes of pleasure, he surrendered himself to the intensity of your touch, the heat enveloping him in a cocoon of sensation.

"You..." was his only reply, head snapping back and forth, thighs tensing, cock twitching. "Please-fuck-"

"You like that?" you purred, biting your lip. "You like when I jerk your cock like this? Hm?"

Mattheo's jaw was slack with desire, his voice laced with breathy need, "yes..."

"Yeah?" You purred, tightening your grip, increasing your pace as you stroked him, leaning down slightly to spit on the tip, slicking your saliva along his shaft. "Who else could make you beg, huh? Who the fuck else can make you this fucking hard?"

"Fuck-" he choked, chest rising and falling in shallow bursts, you could tell he was close. "No one-princess-fucking no one..."

"Mhm...that's fucking right, Riddle..." smiling, you threw your head back, your other hand resuming its motion on your clit, teasing yourself as you continued stroking him. "You know you can't fucking live without this...I don't know why you have to make things so goddamn complicated..."

"Fuck," he hissed, sputtering your name, "please, fuck me, please. I fucking need you."

"Shit...you're just spoiling me now," you mewled, your pussy clenching undoubtedly at his words. "Such a good boy...so eager to please me, hm?"

Mattheo released a long, exasperated sigh as you released him, shifting yourself closer. With a swift motion, you shimmied your panties to the side before you aligned his cock with your dripping core--the moan that escaped your throat was deep and lengthy as you sank onto him, feeling every inch of his hard, aching cock stretching you wide, filling you up with ease. Mattheo's body lifted from the bed in response, a sound somewhere between a sob and a scream escaping his chest as you enveloped him to the hilt. Leaning forward, you placed your palms on his stomach, shifting your weight to the heels of your hands as you began to slide up and down his shaft.

"Fuck," you breathed, lids fluttering. "I missed this cock...shit, you feel so good..."

Mattheo's only response was a string of shameless, guttural moans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he surrendered to the potent mix of pleasure and pain. His body writhed beneath yours, his abdominals tightening in response to your movements. You panted heavily, bouncing up and down on his cock, taking pleasure in every inch of him slamming deep into your wet, eager pussy.

With each movement, you drove Mattheo wild with desire, listening to his moans grow louder and more intense with each passing moment.

Having control was entirely different--you were able to drag him into you, squeeze him tight with your walls while you slowed your pace, slam down onto him and make him howl. You watched him struggle below you, realizing he was trapped at his peak--and you were happy about it. This. This was close to what he deserved.

"I fucking hate you," you growled, the depth of your emotion evident in every word. "You embedded yourself into every part of my life and now you want to just fucking end things? Just go back to being fucking strangers? Over nothing?" Your voice cracked, the words flowing from your lips without restraint as you continued to ride him, hips moving in an untamed rhythm. "Why do you always fucking do this to me? Fuck-why?..."

Between his deep groans, his shuddering gasps as his wrists fighting their resistance, he managed to shake his head, his noises only growing louder the harder your rode him.

"I...I'm..." the words were forced through barred teeth, his eyes pleading for mercy. "I'm fucking sorry."

"Are you mine, Mattheo?" Your voice was strained with exertion, sweat growing on your forehead. "Were you ever fucking mine? Or was it all just a big game to you?"

"No,” he stammered, almost wincing. "No!"

Unable to resist the intense sensations coursing through you any longer, you brought your fingers back to your clit, setting a frenzied pace as you massaged the stiff nub with the pads of your fingers. You could feel Mattheo pulsing inside you, could feel his overly urgent need to cum, but right now, all that mattered was your own pleasure. As you worked yourself toward climax, your breaths grew ragged, soft moans escaping your lips as your body responded to your own touch. The pressure inside of you was building with each passing moment, urgent and insistent, and you knew that you wouldn't be able to hold off for much longer.

"Say it," you panted, eyes rolling and body trembling as you slammed down on him again and again. "Tell me who you fucking belong to."

"Fuck-fuck..." he grunted, teeth bared, eyes squeezed shut in concentration. "Please, princess...you keep squeezing me like that and I'm going to fucking cum-"

"If you want to cum, you'll fucking say it, Mattheo-" you practically moaned, entire body quivering with excitement. "Fuck-say it..."

A string of whimpers slipped past Mattheo's lips, his fists balled so tight it looked almost painful. "Fuck--you! I'm yours, fuck..."

Every word leaving you was a curse, and between every word was a strangled moan, resonating through your throat as you worked your clit fasting, fucking yourself on his cock harder.

"Gods, Matty, I'm going to cum," you moaned. "I'm going to cum on this thick fucking cock-fuck..."

Without being able to hold off any longer, you shattered, your hips jerking and twitching in an erratic rhythm, free hand digging into the flesh of his chest as you clenched and pulsed around him, forcing another onslaught of pleasured whimpers to leave his throat before he too reached his high--the tight heat of your orgasm sending him over the edge, twitching and thrashing beneath you as you continued riding him through your collective highs, not beginning to slow until the aftershocks began to rumble through you.

And after you stalled, you allowed yourself a moment to regain composure before you wearily eased yourself off him, releasing a prolonged breath--with a cautious movement, you reached over and gathered a sampling of your intertwined cum on the pads of your fingers, briskly bringing them up to his lips.

"Taste what I did to you," you murmured with a smirk, relishing in his groan against your flesh. Methodically, you glided your fingers against his bottom teeth, leisurely pulling them from his mouth. "Tastes good, doesn't it?"

His breaths lingered in the air, an unspoken acknowledgment of his silence, his eyes seemingly unable to leave your form. With deliberate movements, you leaned over, deftly undoing the restraints that bound him. As you meticulously adjusted your appearance back to its usual state, a mask of calm control, your gaze shifted towards the door, a calculated glance.

"May your recovery be swift, Riddle," you uttered with a tone that held a hint of farewell. "Until next time."

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