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pairing: tom riddle x reader

genre: fluff? angst? unrequited crushes but not really, love confessions, first kiss, complicated feelings???

wc: 1.2k

originally posted on AO3: 23/02/2023

You like Tom Riddle. Like like like. Like fancy him like. You knew that. And you think he knows it too.

It's not like you actively tried to hide it, if he knew about it then that's that. If he doesn't then that's another path that readily available for you to take.

"Hmm?" You hummed, Tom had called for your attention earlier but you weren't exactly focused on what he was saying. Your eyes met his, now wide and curious as to what he had to say. "What is it?"

"Are you okay?" He asks.

And the words sound so foreign coming from between his lips that you thought for a split second that you weren't speaking to Tom himself.

"Yeah," you murmur softly, nodding as he process the words in as a clear lie. If Tom had been a more expressive person, he'd be frowning, but he wasn't, so instead he settled on pursing his lips. "Don't worry about it."

Tom was conceived under a love potion. He can't love. And one would think that that was enough of a reason to not have feelings for the guy but you were stupid enough to do it nonetheless.

"You're lying," he states, his brows furrowed the slightest bit. "Why are you lying?"

"It's nothi—" You stop, tearing your eyes away from his to stare down at your hands. And after a second, you huff, looking back at him once more. "—Do you think that you could grow to love someone?"

And that was when it clicked into place for Tom. You, the only person he was able to tolerate and or considers as his only friend, fancied him.

He thinks for a bit, mulling the idea over and over. Tom is used to the act by now, he would get confessed to then he would promptly turn it down because, quite frankly, he doesn't give a shit what others think of him.

But with you. He doesn't know what to do with you.

"I think you should get something to eat," he says instead, another action that was so foreign of him to do. "Come on."

Tom was never one to avoid confrontation in any shape or form and always made sure that the person who confessed to him knew their place. But you were his friend, and he doesn't know how to tell you where you were placed on the list of things that occupied his mind.

Tom stands up awkwardly by the library's table, a place you've been frequenting with him lately. And watched as you made no move in gathering your things.

"Have you ever loved anything?" You ask him quietly, grateful that you've found the table furthest from any possible commotion.

Tom says your name sternly. You knew he didn't like to talk about this topic, a wall having been put up and never once crossed during the years of friendship in which you've known him. "I think we should go."

"And I think you should tell me that you can't love me back," you counter. "Just so I could move on."

Tom stays silent, his head going dizzy at the look on your face, staring up at him from your seat with your pupil blown wide with admiration. You not only liked him. You loved him.

"I'm not going to care for you any less when you tell me no," you say to him. Tom reaches over and grabs at your things, packing it as he quietly listens to you. "You're still my friend."

Friends. His stomach drops at the words. He doesn't want to be your friend. He doesn't know what he wants, he just knows that he didn't want to be just that. But he will not give you false hope by lying to you. So he tells you, like you've asked of him: "I can't love you."

It takes you two beats before you smile at him, finally putting away your things, your own hand brushing against his cold ones as you stuffed your supplies into your bag. Tom considers for a second if he should hold it for you. You know, as an apologetic gift.

But he decides not to, and watches as the straps drapes over your shoulder, digging into your skin uncomfortably.

"You know," you start as you walked out the library besides him. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile."

Tom steps slows, matching with your own and with knitted brows he asks. "What do you mean?"

"I can't remember how you smile," you say with a small smile of your own. "Show me how, will you?"

Tom blinks. He thinks back to his life in the orphanage, to the basilisk under the chamber, Moaning Myrtle, the things he did to Hagrid, everything he has done so far that you've had zero clue of and feels to guilty too lift the corner of his lips up. He just can't do it.

"If you can't show me how you love, Tom," you say. "Then the least you could do was show me how you smile."

He doesn't say anything, just watching you as your eyes flickered between his lips and any of his other features. You were shorter than him, and he thinks he likes it this way.

He thinks of you, how you look at him, how you speak to him, how you've dreamt up visions of who he'd never be, and how he —for the first time ever in his life, feel the love you have for him. And how when he does smiles, a small sigh slips out of him.

You notice then the corner of his lips curving upwards, the small squint of his eyes, the scrunch on his high nose bridge, and the dip of dimples in his cheeks, poking through clearer than ever before. Your thoughts err away, and you let your heart fall in love with Tom again.

You smile back, reciprocating his and somehow his only grew. A blissful glint reaching his eyes, as he mirrored you. You tilt your head to the side, only realising now that you two came to halt, and signalled for him to follow after you. "Let's go."

You didn't get far, cold hand wrapping around your wrist and held you in place. You look back at him with a questioning look and you could see Tom contemplate with himself.

"I'm going to kiss you."

"What?"

Tom didn't repeat himself, his lips pressing onto yours with his free hand gently cupping your face, the coldness melting into the heat of your flushed cheeks. Cold. Cold. Cold. You kissed him back, letting yourself enjoy this moment while it lasted with an ache in your heart. Tom pulls away, hand still cupping your face as his thumb slides down to your chin and lifts it up so you would look at him.

"I want to learn to love you," he says slowly. "Please."

A smile etched its way onto your lips, and it doesn't go unnoticed by Tom since he has to physically restrain himself from kissing you again and again. Tom awaited for your words, and as he thinks that he'll finally get an answer to his semi-love confession.

You ask him instead, "why are your hands so cold?"

—from bee: writing my favorite slytherin to my favorite song, may be OOC tom but who caresssssss,, i love him for ittt.

Please give me ideas ! I don't know what to write...😞

Prefect!Tom riddle x reader (smut)

Tom is a prefect, and he see her on night, trying to sneak in the restricted section of the library.“what do you think your doing” He says from behind you ''i did nothing''."Oh, really? Then why you're here ?'', ''i forget to give back a book...'', he get closer of her. ''why do I have the overwhelming urge to fuck you senseless against this bookshelf?" He growls, grabbing her roughly and pressing her against the hard spine of a bookshelf. ''uh...'' "Shut up," he says before pressing his lips against hers roughly, his cold, rough hands gripping her hips and waist as he pins her against the bookshelf.He deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the contours of her mouth as he growls low in his throat "You like this, don't you?" He asks, pulling away slightly to look her in the eyes "You like being controlled, being taken rough." ''kinda''.With a smirk, he resumes his kiss, his hands trailing down to grope at her ass and lift her up against him "I knew you would," he whispers, his voice dark and sinister "I can make you feel things you've never felt before." ''then do it, make me feel things i have never felt before.''He grabs her by the waist and slams her against the bookshelf, his lips descending on hers once more as he grinds his hips against her, making her gasp "Do you want me to fuck you?" ''yes.''He growls, his hand finding the hem of her shirt and roughly pulling it up over her head. With quick, cold fingers, he undoes her bra and throws it aside before grasping at her skirt "I think you need to get out of these clothes." He smirks as he watches her undo her tie "Good girl." He leans in and kisses her neck before grabbing her breast.He groans, his hands moving to grab at her bra and roughly yank it down, exposing her perky breasts. He leans in and takes a hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking on it roughly as he pinches the other one between his fingers''i want you please...'' ,"Then take me." He grabs her hand and guides it to his pants, pushing them down to free his erect cock. It's hot to the touch and pulsing with need "Touch me."He gasps softly as she touches him, his fingers curling inward from the pleasure. His other hand finds its way to her panties, roughly pushing them down her legs before kneeling to lick her pussy ''oh lord...'' He lick her clit lightly, teasing and sucking on it as he finger fucks her wet pussy. She cries out in pleasure, squirming beneath him as she tries to get closer to the pleasure "You're so fucking tight."''more...please Tom...more!'' "More?" He asks, teasingly before slamming his cock in to her tight, waiting pussy roughly "Fuck." He growls, starting to slowly thrust in and out, hitting her g-spot with every stroke "Come for me, baby." He whispers in her ear, his fingers digging into her hips as he picks up the pace, slamming into her harder and faster. Her pussy is tight around him, milking his cock for every drop of cum.

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it's my first, be nice please. :).

•LISTE MAÎTRE DE TOM RIDDLE•

on character ai i wrote about buying Tom Riddle expensive books and quills that he could never afford, i think i'm gonna write an one shot about it, too, since i really like it!

informations !!

❝ i always daydream about you ❞

my name's Cecily and i like men that'd make me miserable. (the best intro ever)

since you're here, you probably like them too, i'm sorry.

requests are always open!

Tom Riddle masterlist.

Yuri Briar masterlist.

Frederika "Rika" Klein.

𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 as a boyfriend - headcanons.

female reader // sfw

𝐈. he's a gentleman.

everyone in Hogwarts knows him as a charming young man, but with you it's a whole new, different level.

— Tom likes to kiss your hand when he sees you — it doesn't just show his courtesy, but also how much he admires you and your reactions when it's happening. he wants you (and everyone) to notice that he treats you as his lady, respectfully. sometimes when you walk around holding hands, he can take your hand and kiss it when you least expect it.

— Tom offers his arm for you. — usually it happens when it's raining and the umbrella is too small to accommodate both of you, Surely it could be changed with a wave of a wand and a good spell, but would there be an opportunity to walk together like this? of course yes, but you both seem to like it that way.

— Riddle is always on time — this applies to both classes and your dates, this guy is never late, he's actually fifteen minutes early! he would never, ever allow you to wait for him.

— he always offers to walk you to your dorm — it speaks for itself, Tom is very possessive protectful of you and he wouldn't let anything harm you.

— Tom lets you sit first — he likes to pull out your chair for you before he allows himself to sit down, sometimes when you sit down, he kisses your cheek or nibbles at your neck.

𝐈𝐈. nicknames Tom uses.

names don't matter, they never did for Tom Riddle. that is, until he met you – suddenly he not only started adoring your name, but also using nicknames for it (even though he definitely loves your name more than that), like;

— my dearest — he likes to murmur it while kissing your hand, Tom really enjoys seeing your blush when it happens.

— miss (last name) — usually when he wants to tease you or you're frustrating him.

— my sweetness — let's say it, he's saying it only when you're alone, no exceptions.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. signs of affection.

Tom isn't all that affectionate, but he tries his best to satisfy you and your needs.

— hugs — he will never admit how much he likes when you're sitting on his lap and cuddling up to him, usually he just wraps his arms around you and starts to kiss your neck, that always is extremely encouraging to him.

— kisses — he likes kissing you everywhere, even though he's a gentleman, he likes kissing you passionately on the lips and enjoys seeing how much you try to kiss him back. kissing your neck is very... good, to him. Tom knows how much of a soft spot it is for you and he enjoys seeing you shiver. other parts of your body also were kissed by Tom Riddle, cheeks, jaw, shoulders, arms... it's impossible to exchange.

— gifts — Tom never had much money, so unfortunately he couldn't give you much in your Hogwarts days, but later - when he begins working - he starts buying you presents, mostly necklaces or rings... they're not expensive, but he's trying, really. his obsession love for you is just growing bigger when he sees your reactions to all those little nothings. once, on the anniversary he gave you something unbelievable, Ravenclaw's diadem, for you having a part of his soul in it was probably the most romantic thing in the world.

— his time — Tom listens to you and your stories, even when he gets grumpy or is busy, somehow you always can talk about your interests, vent about private things (that he definitely won't use in future) or just spend time in silence.

// i hope i didn't go too far with it, because it's all fiction for my girly heart (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) i will definitely write more for this mr. toxicity to feed my delusions.

thanks for reading :33 i hope you enjoyed it,

– cecily.

Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. — masterlist.

❝ he was all seven of the deadly sins. ❞

— boyfriend headcanons (sfw) —

TRUTHHHH UGHHH 😭😭😭😭

One thing golden era Wattpad writers had going for them was that they knew the importance of a buildup. I'm of the opinion that the sexual tension is WAY more satisfying to read than the actual sex and quite frankly there is a serious lack of non smutty writing.

Like I really miss reading fics/ x readers that start from scratch. Meeting the characters, initial reactions getting to know them, the tension the jealousy the TENSION the freaking tension.

Looking and looking away when they get spotted, touches that feel like they linger but perhaps they didn't and they're both so hot for each other that they think it's wishful thinking. And I don't mean just sweet sunshine romances, darker works can have a buildup too but it seems like so much is just about getting to the smut instead of the psychological aspect.

Bring back the build up!!!!!!!