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Pussy Drunk Thomas Hewitt - Drabble

Thomas Hewitt x FEM!Reader

Tags: established relationship, cunnilingus, forced orgasms, talk of bruises, wet and messy, squirting, dacryphilia, overstimulation

Word count: 1.1k

fucking obsessed with the idea of Thomas getting absolutely, down bad, pussy-drunk as soon as he gets a taste

like his virgin-ass being too afraid of hurting you to fuck you at first and getting on his knees for you. he gets a taste, kind of pulls back and licks his lips and you can see his pupils dilate and his eyes fucking glaze over and he just falls face first into your pussy

sloppy, wet, spit slick, hungry oral from that man. his teeth bump into you in all the right ways sometimes. one moment he's whimpering into you and the next he's grumbling and trying to get his tongue deeper and deeper into you to taste more

and it does not matter to him when you beg for him to slow down and how you can't cum anymore. because you keep dripping on his face and tongue and making wonderful noises and you just taste so fucking good, how could he stop??

his arms wrap around your thighs and he holds onto them hard and firm and keeps you pulled close to his face. you can feel that it's gonna bruise and you're going to cherish those bruises for days

he doesn't even notice how hard he's gripping you because he's trying to get all of his senses filled with you. he tastes, smells and feels nothing but you. the only thing his ears can focus on are your moans and whimpers. his hands massage your thighs periodically and when he opens his eyes it's just to look at your face, thrown back in pleasure. the only thing better is when you're looking down at him with tears in your eyes, still moaning for him

Tommy is completely drunk off your taste. he loves the feeling of your pussy on his tongue and he loves the little whining groan you let out when he sucks on your clit

now, when he keeps going and going and your hand in his hair trying to push him away finally falls to your side, he doesn't even realize what he's doing next. it's all out of instinct when his hands readjust so his arms stay wrapped around your thighs but his thumbs are spreading open your folds. that's when he really loses it

because he can get his tongue even deeper like that. he can bury it inside you and find the spot that makes you drip a little more and that makes you moan all broken and needy. once he finds it he abuses the fuck out of it. keeps licking over it, poking at it with his tongue and savoring every drop of you that spills into his mouth

and then. his holy grail. you grab his hair again and moan louder. you're sobbing and begging him to slow down because it feels different this time. he doesn't listen of course. all he knows is you're about to do that thing again where he can feel your pussy flutter and twitch and your thighs squeeze around him and your moans get all whimpery

he keeps going until your hips lift up into him. he stays attached to your pussy and keeps doing what he's doing, knowing he can't stop. needs to keep going to get you to do that thing

suddenly you gasp and go completely quiet. then you moan so loud it's almost a scream. a sobbing sort of thing that's absolutely gorgeous to him. on top of that your hips start wildly shaking along with your legs and your pleasure starts gushing out of you

Tommy moans into your juices and gets closer if that's even possible at that point. he shakes his head so he rubs over your clit side to side while he keeps his tongue abusing that spot inside you. and fuck does he get drenched. he swallows down as much as he can of you and whimpers into it. anything he can't get, drips down his face and drenches his shirt and lap

once you come down you realize he's still going and you can't handle it anymore. you start crying more and weakly kicking your legs out which finally makes Tommy look up. he sees your devastated face and while he thinks the sweat mixed with tears and drool, as well as the tortured pleasure in your eyes is a heavenly sight, he listens to your weak pleas

he finally pulls away and you sigh in relief. Tommy stays away from your pussy (as much as he hates it) and spends his time licking your thighs clean. just a minute away from your pussy makes him whimper and look up at you pleadingly. your legs are still shaking and you shake your head at him

so Tommy whines and starts biting your thighs instead, getting closer and closer to your pussy until he's mouthing right next to it. you're shaking and sweating and still losing a coupe tears when he licks flat over your clit once. then your back arches and you gasp, trying not to make too loud a noise

you know if you moan he's gonna start again and you think he might actually kill you that time. he softly licks over your clit again, wraps his lips around it and you slap a hand over your mouth. but Tommy sees your lack of noise as a sign to keep going and starts sucking on your clit. when his teeth graze over it your hand whips away from your mouth to his hair and you yell out a moan that ends with a broken whine

immediately you know you're in for it. Tommy moans happily and grabs your thighs hard once more. he dives into you again and gets back to his sloppy, needy and enthusiastic pace without hesitation. all you can do is moan, whimper and whine as Tommy makes you see stars over and over again

he's obsessed with making you squirt on his face and listening to your whimpers as he tastes you. he loves the feeling of your heartbeat in your clit, pounding against his tongue

sometimes you can't get him off of your pussy until he's had at least a couple hours of his way with you. he's obsessed with your pussy and a single taste makes him entirely lose his mind. he'd do anything to fall to his knees in front of you

he would spend forever between your thighs if it was up to him

your pussy is his paradise and his salvation. every gush of your juices is a baptism of wonder. you are his goddess and he worships you at every turn

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Doing a könig fanfiction collab with @cl-01-kestis!! Hopefully you guys are excited for it as I’m trying out something new.

>:)

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Bro you missed almost two seasons 🦉🦉🦉

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So… when are we getting blood and honey 😭

There is no date currently but I’m facing major writers block and a lot of assignments at university 😭 I’m so sorry for the long delay, but I am almost done with it! :)

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Maul: Skywalker has been groomed to become Sidious's new apprentice.

Ahsoka: Nu-uh.

Maul: The fuck you mean "Nu-uh"?!

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Rewriting caught in a landslide

Hello lovelies! I’d like to apologise once more for my unannounced haitus, university has been so consuming at the moment and I’ve had no time to return to my writing.

However, with the bad batch season 3 at its halfway point, it’s inspired me to return to my Crosshair x Reader story, so i will be writing a part 2 to my caught in a landslide series. I tried to do this a year ago but it fell flat on its face, but now I’m returning to it!

I promise there’s content coming, I’ve got about 50 stories in my drafts and I’ve been doing my best to get more stuff out.

Thanks :)

#x reader #star wars x reader #crosshair x reader #star wars x you

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TBB S3E1 Summary

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Last call for the B&H part 2 tag list!

With overwhelming support and by popular demand, I will be releasing a part 2 to Blood and Honey. If you would like to be tagged for part 2 please leave a comment below!

Thank you ❤️

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lets have phone sex over walkie talkies

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Omg thank you so much for the tag! @cardansriddle

Here’s a little excerpt of Blood and Honey Pt2 🫣

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“It’s nice to see you” Tom broke the tension, taking a step forward so he was close enough to touch you. You didn’t move back, looking up as he inspected your face intricately. His eyes trailed down to your lips, noticing the tinge of rose coating them. Tom saw the reluctance in your expression, the fear of questioning what happened in the medical ward a week prior. You weren’t an often vulnerable person, nor were you shy, but in this moment you felt like the world would crumble if you uttered a single word to him.

“Are you feeling alright?” Tom asked, keeping his hands firmly in his pockets even though he wanted to brush the loose strand of hair from your forehead. You cleared your throat, looking down at your feet before replying.

“I… I’m okay, my leg healed up nicely” You didn’t mean to sound coy, but you shared a playful smile with Tom as he raised a brow, your minds going to the exact same, sinful place.

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No pressure tags! @greenysnarl @michaelceraobsessed

I need more mutuals omg 😭

WIP tag game! Rules: Make a new post and post the latest line in your WIP & tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Thanks @hotgirleracas for the tag! 🖤 I'm still working on thee intersections of desire/isolation truck!fic (kneetouchnatural at this point), Astirism of a Ford F Series Pick Up.

He jerks away reflexively, and then with the careful precision of the slowly building heat, he eases his leg back over, until his knee and Cas' knee are lined up against eachother, knocking together whenever one of them shifts. It is probably a normal amount of touching, but he doesn't have a metric.

I know y'all have played already, but I'd love to get a lil update on anything else you've got in the works! @bloodydeanwinchester @ipromiseimawriter @luckshiptoshore (I know we *just* saw yours but I wanna see it again!)

Still don't have very many writing mutuals (that I'm aware of), so if you wanna repost and tag me I would love to read what you're working on!!! 🖤♠️

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A brief hiatus

Hi lovelies! In case you haven’t noticed, I have been very inactive as of late. Uni and assignments taking up all my time, so I’ve not been able to get as much writing done. I’ll hopefully be able to upload B&H part 2 in a few weeks time, I want to apologise for all the delays and I appreciate your patience so much.

The tag list is still open so if you want me to tag you just message me or comment on the tag post :)

My messages and inbox will still be open, but I apologise in advance if I don’t get back to you.

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Thank you for the mention! 🫶🫶

𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

General Masterlist.

His Obsession by @mrsmikaelsxn

you were a new student and you have taken the interest of tom riddle, he decides he wants to know everything about you

do not make him ‘go away’ by@patrophthia

In a delightful tale filled with warmth and humor, a reserved reader finds themselves entangled with a morally complex character, transforming them into a soft, endearing duo.

Show me how by @patrophthia

two souls navigate the intricate web of unrequited crushes, their hearts entangled in a bittersweet dance.

Obsession by @ash-whimsicalfanfic

Y/N Black is a mystery to many. She isn’t interested in making friends, only her studies. However, unbeknownst to many, one boy has piqued her interest——Tom Riddle. Little did she know, he had an obsession with her.

Softening Shadows by @floatyflowers

Dark! Tom Riddle x Hufflepuff! Reader

Call it what you want by @pasukiyo

professor riddle was notoriously blunt and took everything very seriously. he couldn’t think of one single time when he was nervous or insecure— until now.

the man who fell from earth. by @cauliflowertree

tom riddle’s love language is literature.

Holding Hands With Shadows by @cherryslyce

Being the Minister of Magic was not easy for Tom, but you are always there to keep chaos from erupting. OR, you are Tom's assistant, and the babysitter of the group and Tom finally confesses.

His dark eyes. by @daenakills

while the enigmatic Tom harbors nefarious intentions. Tensions rise as you navigate a world filled with secrets and danger, making choices that will ultimately lead to unforeseen consequences.

Only Her by @blueariel3-blog

Tom finds their world brightened by the presence of a Hufflepuff. Through charming interactions, He gradually discovers the joy of laughter, friendship, and love, bringing warmth and light into their life.

to be loved by tom riddle by @darkmagic-s

Tom Riddle is in no way the perfect lover, but he tries, he always does, for you.

Captive Devotion by @smittenbyvillains

NSFW WARNING - including kidnapping, yandere themes, pet names.

‘𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘! by @mistress-riddle

Father's Day with Tom riddle of how he spends time with his child.

let it be real by @pasukiyo

tom riddle wasn’t one for quidditch. or love. but everything he thought would be questioned the moment you convince him to come to a quidditch match, and he nearly loses you. it all feels like a dream.

Temperament by @maimed-poet

There is a darker side to Tom's sleeping difficulties.

Hypnosis by @purplekissinger

O you loathsome looking-glass, Telling lies as bold as brass!

Oh, how you'd changed him by @warnersister

how you’d changed Tom and his life for the better, and how ridiculous his previous plans seemed after that.

new jeans, do you see? by @patrophthia

fluff, OOC!tom

know you better by @↑

yandere!tom, very obsessive and delusional way of thinking, death, even more delusions

Confundus (smut) by @mrsdarkandyandere7

Tom isn't afraid to use spells on you.

The beginning (smut) by @your-nanas-house

Tom notices that his favourite professor is a bit stressed.

Riddle's Diary by @atypicalamortentia

A few days into your last year at Hogwarts, you wake up to find an unusual diary nestled between your class books. After uncovering its secret, the diary very quickly becomes the only thing you can think about.

The Devils Inside Me Priest!Tom Riddle (smut) by @little-diable

The reader's parents think she is possessed by the devil, and only one man can free their daughter from His grasp.

Disobidient (smut) by @phuckinphia

in which, y/n decides to deliberately disobey her boyfriend to fulfill some unspoken fantasies.

Blood and Honey (smut) by @cl-01-kestis

Your rivalry with Tom Riddle was widely known around Hogwarts, there’s no one you hate more than him. But through the mist of rage and competition, Tom finds himself tempted by a very odd scenario.

Dating Tom Marvolo Riddle by @sweetiecutie

Warnings: NSFW, possessiveness, toxicity

no one can take you away from Tom, not even Death itself by @sweetiecutie

Intrusion by @myhyperfixatedmess

You always had a hard time understanding why Tom kept you so hidden away. One night something happens that makes you realize why.

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Meeting Cameron Monaghan next week at comic con… IM NOT OKAY

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The Reef - Neteyam Sully x Female Na’vi!Reader | Soulmate AU

Summary: You’re a gifted tsakarem from the mountains of Pandora and travel to the reef islands to seek out your dead soulmate.

Warnings: slow burn, HEAVY on the angst, character death, Neytiri and Jake basically adopt you, hallucinations of the afterlife

(I’m so sorry for this hehehe)

The moment you felt it, you fell to your knees, devastated when you felt the light of your soulmate flicker out. Leading up to this moment, you felt his fear, his worry and his anger. He was fighting and lost the battle. Neteyam had died.

Neteyam was a name you listened to for 14 years, hearing him speak his name in your sleep or randomly hear a whisper in your mind during the day. It was the soulmate link, it was a bond that never broke even through death. But unfortunately for you, there would never be a day of relief from the pain you felt.

You were the youngest in your clan at the time of his death, the future Tsahik, with such a heavy burden to carry at 14 years old. You blamed yourself for not leaving to find him sooner, knowing you’d never get the chance to see his face or meet or touch him.

Your clan was horrified, many screamed and cried as they cradled you in their arms, especially your mother. For healing, you tried making yourself soothing ointments and medicine for your aching heart. But nothing worked. Your family all prayed in a circle as you stayed silent, eyes damp and purple from hours of sobbing.

As a destined Tsahik since birth, you put your entire faith in Eywa, taking life one step at a time so you didn’t ruin her plans for her you. But you couldn’t help but ask her why, when your soulmate died, why she took him from you. Why she took the one person you were meant to be with for the rest of your life before you returned to her.

You never got an answer, but that didn’t stop you from travelling around Pandora, from tribe to tribe, asking for the name Neteyam. Many were trusting towards you and offered help wherever it was needed, giving you directions to the next village and offering weapons and plants for medicine.

During your journey you discovered more about your gifts from Eywa and tried to be at peace with the nature and life surrounding you. Few wanted your blessings and came to you to receive word from Eywa. You were her messenger, but it wasn’t your place to tell them their future. You became almost a priestess, offering hope and rituals to those in need. But you couldn’t help yourself.

You were on the journey to find Neteyam’s grave for 2 years until you finally stumbled upon the Metkayina tribes territory. There was a certain spiritual atmosphere that knocked you off your rhythm as soon as you entered the reef people’s waters. Specifically under the water, where many ancestors were laid to rest.

Ronal, the chiefs wife, greeted you warily at the shore, her husband standing behind her. The Mother of the clan was cold to you at first, inquiring sharply about your reason for your arrival. You travelled by ikran, but you noticed she flew off to join other ikrans who weren’t from the reefs. At first you weren’t sure if you wanted to explain your situation to the entire village, who were all watching you intently, so you asked permission to speak to the chief privately.

Tonowari wasn’t as hostile as his wife, but he still kept a close guard as he led you to their tent. They noticed the significant beads and braids in your hair, relating to the culture of the mountain na’vi, they also seemed to visibly relaxed when they noticed your 4 fingers.

A discussion ensued, mentions of your spiritual journey and then the topic of your soulmate. The two were surprised, knowing this bond only came once every one hundred or so years, but they weren’t expecting you to start crying. You explained your soulmate was dead and you needed closure, hoping to find his grave and find out who he was and who his family was. They were both saddened by your confession, Ronal suddenly became much more maternal towards you and offered tea to calm you down, stroking your hair and sharing her wisdom through rituals and recitals. From Tsahik to Tsakarem. Tonowari asked his name, and you offered it willingly.

You noticed both of them freezing the moment you whispered his name, realising Ronal stopped uttering her incantations and leaned away from you. Tonowari cleared his throat, urgently telling his wife to collect a woman named Neytiri. You sat confused, the effects of the incantation and tea wearing off as you felt nerves begin to creep up your neck.

“Are you positive your soulmate is Neteyam?” Tonowari leaned forward, a frown taking over his tattooed face as he tried to process what you were saying.

“I am positive, it’s the name I’ve been hearing until I was 14” You whispered.

Tonorwari looked at you sadly, nodding his head and reverting his attention to the entrance of the tent as Ronal returned with a different looking na’vi woman with darker blue skin and shorter braids. She noticed you immediately, but kept her focus on the couple.

Neytiri was one of the most beautiful na’vi woman you’d ever set your eyes on, she was taller than most na’vi women, with the hands of a warrior and eyes that have seen many wars. You guessed she was related to your soulmate in a way.

“Neytiri, we’ve called you here in regards to this woman, a witch from the mountains, who believes your son is her soulmate” Tonowari didn’t sugarcoat as he spoke to the forest na’vi, noticing her expression distorted as she looked at you.

“Lo’ak?” She frowned, growing wary of you as she took a step back and pressed a palm on the ground.

“Neteyam” Ronal corrected gently, walking over to sit down beside you in case Neytiri lashed out of shock or anger at the mention of her deceased sons name. But instead she gasped, covering her mouth with her hands and tearing up immediately.

“Oh great mother” Neytiri whimpered, placing a hand on her chest. Her golden eyes gleamed over with sudden grief, fingers shaking slightly.

“What is your name?” The forest na’vi asked, voice trembling.

“(Y/N)” Your heartbeat was intense, vibrating through your body as you watched Neytiri begin to cry, a tear running down her cheek as she leaned forward and cupped your face so she could inspect you.

“He used to say that name in his sleep” Her lip quivered as she studied your appearance, tracing her hands along the jewellery hanging from your lobes and the swirling tattoos along your arms and legs. You were just like Neteyam imagined.

“Did you know him?” You grew emotional, eyes growing damp with tears as you leaned into her touch.

“My child, I am his mother” Neytiri choked, running her hands through your braids and treating you like her own immediately.

You sobbed, collapsing into her arms in relief as she accepted your embrace happily. She cried with you, causing Ronal and Tonowari to wipe their eyes a few times as they watched the soulmate bond take its toll on the both of you.

When Neteyam was alive, he spoke of you to Neytiri every single day of his teenage years. The moment he was aware of the soulmate bond, he was no longer confused by the voice singing in his head at night. He realised it was you, the voice of the one he was destined to be with. At first he was terrified of telling anyone, he knew a soulmate bond was a very rare occurrence and it just so happened to him. People would flock to ask him questions, and it wasn’t until he died that people realised he had a soulmate. Neytiri always knew, he would mumble a name in his sleep every night, even Jake would notice.

Now you were right here, the (Y/N) that would bless his sleep every night and keep him going everyday until the unfortunate event of his premature death. Neytiri wished you could’ve come sooner and experienced Neteyam, you were the most worthy person of his love and presence. But that light was taken from you so soon and so young. It made her cry for you.

Neytiri offered to stay with you all day, knowing Jake wouldn’t ask too much about it. Ronal and Tonowari trusted her enough to show you around and keep you safe until further notice.

She held onto your hand like your own mother, walking through the village and telling you stories of her son. She said he spoke of you everytime he had the chance, worshipping you before he even met you. You tried not to cry but you failed whenever his name was mentioned, ending up in the arms of the older na’vi woman.

Night dawned on the Metkayina reefs and you needed to find a place to sleep, but Neytiri insisted you meet Jake, Neteyam’s father. At first you weren’t sure, everything was happening at once. But Jake caught wind of your arrival and was determined to speak to you after Neytiri informed him of your connection to his eldest son.

He had a domineering presence, towering over you as soon as he stood up from his seat in their hut. Their other children were out with friends from the tribe, so none of them were aware of you except Jake and Neytiri.

Jake was hesitant to accept the truth of your soulmate being his son, he kept a hard expression to stop himself from tearing up when he studied your face, to your braids, to the markings on your body. He realised Neteyam would’ve been your age if he was still alive. But he eventually pulled you into his arms after a silent conversation through your eyes, realising you were just like Neteyam described.

Sometimes his son would open up to his father about the girl he saw and heard in his dreams. Her soft skin, striking tattoos and swirling markings. Your name and voice matched the description as well. You were his soulmate.

Neytiri and Jake accommodated you in their hut for a few days, allowing you to meet their other children, Neteyams younger siblings.

They were confused at first, yet you and their parents decided not to tell them who you were to their brother. To them, you were just seeking Uturu.

Weeks passed and Ronal spoke with you about the possibility of connecting with Neteyam through Eywa. She explained their burial ground to you, it was a beautiful glow of amber and yellow under the waters surface where many returned their energy to Eywa. Neteyam had been laid to rest there 2 years ago.

She explained it would’ve been a tricky situation regarding the connection to Neteyam, if you decided to take the route of meeting him through the spirit tree underneath the water. There was a chance you could die, either by drowning or deciding to die to be with him. But you immediately agreed, even if it meant losing your life. Either way, you could finally meet Neteyam.

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Neytiri was the one who swam you out to the spirit tree, she explained the two of you must connect to the tree at the same time so you could be in her memories and not your own. You’d gone through weeks of breath training and swimming lessons, considering you didn’t know how to swim since you lived in the mountains all your life.

Neytiri held your hand as you both swam through the depths of the burial ground, the amber light aiding with navigation and your sense of direction. You were scared, admittedly, and at first you weren’t sure if you could go this long without breath. But you put your trust within Eywa and let her guide you through this experience.

You eventually reached the tree, grabbing onto one of its tendrils and watching Neytiri as she grabbed her queue. You quickly grabbed yours, looking at the kuru coming out of its hiding place and swirling through the water. You and Neytiri both counted down from 5 after she reassured you everything would be okay, holding onto your hand the whole time as the two of you connected your queues to the glowing tendrils of the tree.

Immediately, you were transported into a realm of peace, but not from the living world. Everything was quiet for a moment, until you heard the sound of rustling trees and calls from various wildlife. You opened your eyes, wincing at the sudden sunlight bursting through the branches, but you soon realised you were standing meters away from a tall na’vi boy with shoulder length braids. His back was turned to you as he crouched into a pond between a few thick trees, pulling out an arrow from a fish carcass.

You looked over to find Neytiri, hiding behind one of the trees as she watched the boy in the water. This was the moment you realised the boy, who just turned around to show his face, was Neteyam.

You fell to your knees as soon as he looked up to meet your eyes, a shaky breath of disbelief leaving your chapped lips.

Neteyam. You were finally seeing him for the first time.

You whispered his name like a prayer, suppressing the tears bubbling up in your chest. Neteyam cocked his head to the side and took a few steps towards you before he slowly crouched down to match your level. He was the same age as he was when he died, but you weren’t even sure how old he really was. Was he 16 like you? Maybe he was older, or younger?

“I don’t believe I’ve met you before” The sound of his voice broke you, a soft sob releasing itself through your lips as you wiped your eyes. His voice sounded just like it did in your dreams.

“It’s me, (Y/N)” You whimpered, noticing his posture stiffen as his eyes widened and his jaw slacked.

No words were spoken as he sat down cross legged in front of you, the fish now discarded by his side as his hands took your face. You closed your eyes, nuzzling into his touch as his thumb caught a stray tear.

“What took you so long to show up?” Neteyam chuckled, studying your face with his hands. You felt his fingers prod your jaw and nose, until they traced around your eyes and your generational markings.

“I’m so sorry, I really am” You weeped, holding onto his wrists as his hands returned to your cheeks. Neteyam shook his head, smiling as tears leaked down his blue face.

“Don’t be, I’m thankful you finally made it” Neteyams voice wavered, and soon he was crying with you. He leaned forward and wrapped you up in his arms, his touch was warm and welcoming. You settled against his chest immediately, wailing against his skin as he traced patterns onto your back. He pet your braids, kissing your head and rocking you back and forth as you unleashed all your grief and guilt.

“Ma (Y/N), why do you cry?” Neteyam asked gently, picking you up into his lap so he could he cradle you protectively. You didn’t answer at first, pressing your hands against his chest and feeling no heartbeat.

“I’m just happy to see you, Neteyam” You sniffled, leaning your head back and smiling to mask your internal pain. Neteyam grinned, wiping the tears from your eyes and kissing your forehead tenderly.

“You’re so much more beautiful than I imagined” He whispered, tracing the shape of your face with his knuckles as his eyes stared deeply into yours.

You traced his jaw, your fingers trembling as they pressed against his skin, memorising the feeling. Neteyam pressed his forehead against yours and smiled, closing his eyes as you kept touching his face and trying to cram in as much memory with him as you could.

“I see you, Neteyam” You breathed out, closing your eyes as well and settling your cries as you felt him kissing your palm.

“I see you, ma (Y/N)” He held you tighter, opening his eyes and smiling as he watched you lean your full weight against him, giving him your trust completely.

From a distance, Neytiri witnessed the entire act play out, trying to keep herself together but the tears kept coming until she was a complete mess. She knew this would never be reality, for either of you. Neteyam was a memory, this version of him was a memory. Although his spirit was fully present, Eywa allowed him to meet you through this vision. He was dead still, but his soul had been revived by you in the afterlife.

Neteyam pulled away from you and gave you his queue, knowing the bond would finally he complete once you connect your souls. You weren’t sure if this would even work, if this was all just a cruel vision. But Neteyam was here, you felt his warmth, his skin, his braids. This was really him. You were in his afterlife.

You picked up your queue and gazed into his eyes as your kuru intertwined, causing both of you to gasp as your pupils fully dilated. A moment of silence erupted, your heart full and complete as you fixed your eyes on your soulmate who was already looking down at you. You both laughed, pressing your heads together once more as your kuru’s interlocked, a soft pink glowing between them.

“It’s time to wake up, ma (Y/N)” Neteyam cooed softly, rocking you back and forth as you drifted off to sleep against his chest.

You nodded, realising you had to leave. You knew you’d drown in real life if you didn’t wake up soon. As you slowly woke up from this vision, Neteyam sang you a soft melody, one like his mothers song chord.

His melodic voice was the last thing you heard before you opened your eyes, waking up by yourself underwater as your queue detached from the glowing vine. You turned to your left and noticed Neytiri had disconnected as well, still holding your hand.

The two of you swam up to the surface, your lungs screaming for air as your head came out of the water. You coughed as you inhaled jagged breaths of salty air, tears running down your wet face as you remembered the vision of Neteyam. Neytiri swam over and held onto you as you burst into tears, hearing you wail as you grasped at her shoulders, raw emotion tearing it’s way through you.

The two of you swam back to shore with the help of Neteyam’s old ilu, knowing Ronal, Tonowari and Jake would be expecting the both of you at shore. Neytiri calmed your cries the entire ride back, holding your back to her chest and whispering reassurance.

You were broken, you barely managed to make it to the hut without stumbling over and curling in on yourself. Jake had to pick you up from the sandy ground and cradle you in his arms as if you were his own daughter, his hand placed behind your head as he carried you into his family hut.

You barely registered anything, your mind blanking anything that happened as you constantly thought of Neteyam and his connection to your soul. Jake sat by your bed and urged the others to get to sleep, but Neyriri stayed awake watched from her bed.

Jake had never been in this type of position before, but looking after his sons true love turned out to be an act he grew accustomed to quickly. The father of 4 petted your hair and moved your body so you were comfortable in your hammock, looking around to make sure everyone was asleep before he spoke.

“I’m sorry” He found himself tearing up, not sure why he was apologising for something he didn’t cause, but your eyes opened and your lip quivered.

“You’re so young to go through something like this, but… I understand” Jake’s voice broke as he stroked your braids, a tear falling from his eye.

“I was holding onto Neteyam when he died, I felt every cell of happiness rip away from my soul, not even Eywa could help me heal” the father looked away and wiped his eyes, but a sob was bubbling up in his chest.

“Neteyam thought of you in his last moments, and that gave him the greatest possible comfort before Eywa took him” Jake moved the position of his hand to hold yours securely, squeezing it gently to offer some unknown assurance in the dark expanse of the hut.

“I wish I could’ve done more, for you and him” The crack in his voice made you shake your head frantically, squeezing his much larger hand as you whimpered out a pitiful reply.

“It was no one’s fault we couldn’t save him, I constantly hate myself for not finding him sooner, knowing I could’ve done something if I met him before he died,” Your words were shattered by the lump in your throat, lashes wet and fogging your vision as Jake offered you a sad expression.

“It’s a burden I dread to carry every day I wake up, but I have seen Neteyam, and he has seen me, we are connected through Eywa’s energy” You manage a slight smile through your tears, watching Jakes eyes flicker with hope.

“You’re part of our family now, (Y/N), we’ll do whatever we can to make this easier for you” Jake whispered, looking to his side to notice Neytiri walking over and sitting down beside him. The couple looked over you, Neytiri leaned down and pressed a soulful kiss to your forehead as her hand joined yours and Jakes.

“We’ll get through this, eventually” Neytiri sniffled, holding your hand to her face.

It made you wince to imagine it, but you realised Neytiri and Jake treated you like a fraction of Neteyam. He lived through you, and you were now a token of comfort for the two grieving parents.

Any and all faith you harboured was now placed in Eywa, you prayed you could heal. But a part of you was scared it would only get worse.

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Blood and Honey - Tom Riddle x Female Reader | nsfw

Summary: Your rivalry with Tom Riddle was widely known around Hogwarts, there’s no one you hate more than him. But through the mist of rage and competition, Tom finds himself tempted by a very odd scenario.

Warnings: enemies to lovers, public sex, blood kink, injury description, fingering, cunnilingus, Tom has a borderline fetish for blood consumption, (both of you are 18)

If there was one single person, only one, who you could hate the rest of your brief existence, it would be Tom Riddle.

Your reasoning was endless, every interaction was poison. He made no attempt of hiding the fact he hated you either, yet neither of you tried to resolve it.

For 6 years, Tom had been the one person who always got under your skin. He had a habit of teasing your skill, even though it was near the best in each class you sat. You scored 80% and above in each exam you sat, yet he still managed to pluck out the detailed faulty of your knowledge. He was always better than you, he always had to be better than you. He made sure of it.

Sometimes you thought he was better just to grind your gears, all that studying he put in was possibly to aggravate you. You knew it gave him the mightiest pleasure to see you suffer at his hands, he would have it no other way.

Potions class today was no different. You brewed one of the most advanced potions and handed in your thesis to your professor, minding your own business and going your own way. But your chest tightened and your hands turned into fists when you heard his voice nearby, laughing wickedly with his friends who stood by the corridors. You held your books close to your chest, avoiding any eye contact with the group of brash boys.

Tom spotted you but he didn’t say anything, instead he glared at you with a sharp smirk on his pale face. Your eyes found him, but you wish they didn’t. Your jaw clenched and your eyes narrowed, your pace unconsciously speeding up.

He watched you with a malicious glint in his eyes, chuckling quietly to himself as you looked away and rushed off, your cloak floating softly behind you. His friends words became a hazy murmur, his mind drifting from their conversation to thoughts of you and your pitiful demeanour. He found himself pondering your flushed face and pretty frown, knowing he caused it the majority of the time.

Tom shoved his hands into his pockets and made his way to the library, hopeful to squeeze in some studying before dinner time. He wondered if you would be there, but his soft expression moulded into a scowl when he realised how intrusive his thoughts became about you. He licked his lips and entered the library, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

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You sat silently in the medical ward, eyes full of tears and your hands shaking from pain. You were outside the school grounds for a while with the creatures of the school greenhouses, needing to clear your head, the next minute you were tripping over a flowerpot and cutting your thigh deeply with large gravel. The head healer spent an hour plucking bits of rock from your wound, giving you supplements of pain relief to get you through the process.

Now you sat in bed with your wound open, she claimed it needed to be aired so it healed quicker with the medicine she gave you. But you were still in pain and still somewhat bleeding.

You missed dinner, to your sadness, but the healers made sure to give you some snacks and chocolate frogs to appease the hunger you felt. But you missed the roast dinner and sweet pudding you received every night, your stomach craved it.

You laid back against the soft bed, keeping your injured leg bent so it didn’t rub against the sheets or your other leg. You held a charms book in your hands, shakily flipping the page as you continued reading in the quiet of the ward. You heard the distant footsteps of the head healer, her voice whispering to other students since other patients were sleeping. You tried to block out the noise and continued reading.

Until the door to the ward opened, and in walked none other than Tom Riddle. Immediately, you hid your face in your book and sneakily grabbed the cover a few feet away, tugging it towards you to hide yourself more. You weren’t in a mood to bang heads with him, or even interact with him. The fact he was even in the same room as you made you want to chuck your charms book at him.

He was visiting Avery, you heard him ask one of the healers where he was and she hastily lead him to his bed, which was right beside yours. You cursed Merlin, grateful for the cover blocking his vision from you. Especially because your skirt was hiked up and your tights were off, your bare skin showing. You sat up in your bed, careful not to make any noise possible as you pulled up the covers and laid them over your legs. You weren’t about to be humiliated by your bully, you might as well fling yourself off the astronomy tower.

You heard the both of them bicker, but none of their words registered in your head. Tom was irritated at something, you didn’t really care. Hearing him annoyed made you smirk behind your book, knowing you never heard it often. Tom was a secluded man, he never showed an ounce of anger or irritation towards you when you insulted and constantly one upped each other. He was stone cold, but sometimes he cracked.

You heard Tom scoff at something Avery had said, but you quickly zoned out and found yourself slipping into unconsciousness, too tired to care. One of the healers came over to your bedside and buffed the pillows for you, wishing you a goodnight and making sure you were comfortable before returning to her nightly duties. This caught Tom’s attention, soon he found himself peeking around the cover shielding you. His eyes widened and he missed what Avery had said, completely focused on your sleeping state and the charms book in your hands.

“Hey, did you even listen to what I just said?” Avery frowned, fussing over his broken finger which was healed without hassle over an hour ago. He was taking up the bed when he didn’t need to, and Tom was here to drag him out. But now Tom was dwindling on the thought of why you were here, if you were hurt or recovering from an injury. He found himself lingering on you with concern, but his attention begrudgingly turned back to Avery after he continued to whine.

“Abraxus is waiting for you in the common room, don’t make him wait any longer than necessary” Tom instructed with narrow eyes, similar to a snakes.

“Aren’t you coming?” Avery raised a brow, cradling his bandaged finger.

“No, I have other matters to attend to” Tom dismissed Avery, who nodded his head and made his way to the infirmary exit.

Tom waited for Avery to leave until turning his attention back to you. You were still sleeping, the covers hiked up to your waist as you slept. Tom pulled up a chair and sat down at the corner of your bed, taking the charms book from your hands to inspect it curiously. This caused you to shuffle and peek one eye open, dread filling your heart as you realised who sat at the end of your bed.

“Hey, give that back!” You sat up, trying to snatch the book back from toms hands, but the Slytherin smirked and leaned back in his seat.

“Not until you tell me why you’re here. Let me guess, you were clumsy as always and had an accident?” He cackled, a shit eating grin on his charming face as he put his arm up while still holding your book. You were unable to reach it now.

You sat back in your bed, crossing your arms and scowling at him as he placed the book back down into his lap and opened the pages.

“I don’t have time for your shit, Tom, and for the record I am not clumsy” You frowned deeply, moving your foot to kick him square in the knee, causing another laugh to escape his pale lips.

“You obviously are, you always have been” He shot back. “I bet you broke your leg, or maybe you sprained your ankle?” He continued to toy with you until your face was red with embarrassment.

“I cut my leg okay? Just leave me alone” You looked away, suddenly finding the bedside table very interesting. Toms grin didn’t disappear, but he was curious about how your leg looked.

“That’s it? Just a small cut?”

“It’s not small, the nurse spent an hour taking out rocks and little bits of gravel from my leg” You sit up, peeking under the covers and noticing you bled on the sheets. Cursing, you lifted up the covers a tiny bit, revealing the top of your thighs to Tom who quickly fell silent and looked down at your charms book. He didn’t like you, but he wasn’t a pervert. He wanted to at least respect your privacy.

You brought your legs out from the bed, grabbing bandages from the side of your bed and unravelling them to wrap around your leg. Tom watched quietly, noticing the trickle of blood trailing down your shin after you placed your feet on the ground.

“You’re bleeding” He stated.

“Yeah I can see that, idiot” You sneered, wiping the blood with your hands instinctively and cursing as you smeared the blood further. Tom rolled his eyes and stood up, dragging his seat with him as he quickly summoned a pack of towels with his wand. You fell silent as he sat in front of you, sighing loudly as he placed the towels down on the dresser and looked down at your bleeding leg.

His eyes widened almost immediately, a pang of shock flooding his system as he watched the crimson liquid seep from your deep wound. He didn’t expect it to be this bad, the blood was all over your hands and smeared over your thighs.

“You’ve made a mess” He grumbled, grabbing the towels and grabbing your ankle so he could set it on his leg. You shoved him off and glared at him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your voice was wary, not matching the angry glare seeping into his skin. You sounded confused, not hostile.

“I’m trying to help you” He snapped back.

“But why? I didn’t ask for your help-“

“Just shut up and give me your leg” Tom raised his voice, his eyes flickering up to yours as a warning. Your jaw snapped shut, bottom lip poking out just a bit further as you gave in and raised your leg. Tom muttered a ‘stupid girl’ and pressed the towel to your leg. You looked away and screwed your eyes shut, hissing at the stinging pain as he delicately dabbed the towel onto your wound.

“Stay still, you’re moving too much” He muttered in frustration, his grip on your ankle intensifying as he turned the towel around to catch more blood. You looked down at your hands, just as you were about to wipe them on your skirt he stopped you.

“Are you stupid? Here, let me” He grabbed your hands, his touch oddly soft yet commanding. Toms hand pressed against yours, the blood transferring onto his skin and causing his fingers to get sticky. His motions slowed, his eyes stuck on your clasped hands as the blood seeped through the cracks of his fingerprint. His eyes darkened, his throat suddenly dry and his stomach tense.

Your blood was on his hands, he realised. You started to get anxious at his silence and stillness, ready to ask what was wrong. But the boy simply stared and turned your hand over, his thumb caressing your palm. Tom gulped, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as he let go of your hand and inspected his own bloodied one. Your blood started to dry on his skin, the smell of iron filling his senses. His mouth watered.

“Is everything okay?” You asked worriedly, leaning forward to your knees were touching. Tom nodded his head, his hands starting to tremble as he looked away from the blood and into your eyes. He swallowed again, his hand creeping back to hold your one as his eyes trailed to your lips. The feeling of blood between your palms was a strange sensation, you felt like you needed to wash your hands, but Toms skin felt like a dream against your own.

“Are you about to kiss me?” You whisper with a heavy breath, your heart beating erratically fast.

“If that’s what you want?” His voice sounded so soft, so vulnerable all of a sudden as his bloody hand cupped your cheek, his thumb skimming the skin of your cheek.

Without hesitation, you nodded, and Tom gently pulled you close and pressed his lips against yours. They were softer than you imagined, because admittedly, you thought of kissing him before. All that pent up frustration made you think of him differently overtime, no matter how much you hated him. You can’t deny you’ve pictured yourself in this situation many times.

Tom was so delicate with you as his other hand pressed against your unharmed leg, pulling you onto his lap as he leaned back into his chair. You straddled his waist, your lips departing momentarily as your breaths mingled together, right before he pulled you back in and kissed you fiercely. He cradled your body against his, bringing one of your hands up to his face before pulling away.

Tom took one of your bloody fingers into his mouth, licking the crimson substance off your skin which shot a shrill of excitement up your spine. Toms mouth was so hot and inviting, his tongue eager. You couldn’t help but whimper quietly as he bit one of your fingers, jutting his hips up into yours as you cupped his face with your free hand, getting blood on his jaw.

You kissed once again, his tongue entering your mouth, carrying the strong taste of iron. You tasted your blood before realising you were being pushed back onto the bed. Tom looked down at your thigh which was still wet with fresh blood and his eyes glistened with excitement, he crouched down so he was face to face with your uplifted skirt and revealed panties, but he didn’t look to them at the moment.

Toms tongue caught the stains of blood from your wound and lapped it up like a man deprived from water. Your hand flew to his hair, gripping it as you gasped at his surprising ministrations. Tom didn’t go near your wound in fear of infecting it, but he didn’t shy off the blood surrounding it.

“Oh Merlin… Tom, please” You cry silently, arching your back. Tom glanced up to your panties, noticing the obvious wet patch which grew bigger as time went on. He smirked against your skin, raising his arms and hooking his fingers underneath each hem of your panties.

The both of you were aware you were in a public area, so Tom quickly grabbed another cover from the ward beside you and shielded the both of you from anyone who might’ve come in at the wrong time. You sighed out in relief before Tom was back on you, his attention now on your skirt and underwear. He resumed removing your small garments that, really, left nothing to the imagination.

“Do you want me to continue?” He looked up at you with a soft gaze, noticing the nervous hints of your expression. You nodded your head eagerly, raising your hips so he could pull off your panties easier. Tom smiled and kissed you passionately as he put your underwear in his pocket, his hands slipping under your skirt and gripping your bare hips. You tried your best to keep quiet underneath him, but he was making it near impossible.

“How much do you need me?” Tom asked, trailing his lips down your neck and whispering against your pulse. You closed your eyes, using his shoulders as support as he grazed your tummy with his slender fingers.

“More than I can admit” You flush, leaning your head back to give him further access to your neck. Tom smirked against your skin and unzipped your skirt, pulling it off in one quick motion.

“You’re too full of pride to admit how much you crave me, I know you’ve thought about it, you’ve been anticipating this moment” He laid between your legs, his elbows stopping his body from fully leaning on you.

“I’ve been wanting this too, in class I’ve found myself picturing you bent over a desk, screaming my name” His hand found your exposed pussy, causing you to let out a choked moan. You felt like your skin was on fire, feeling too hot underneath your shirt and tie.

“Touch me, please” You gasp, Tom quickly covered your mouth with his free hand and leaned back so he sat back on his knees, positioning you so your head was against the pillow.

“We can’t be too loud now, darling, you need to stay quiet for me, okay?” He soothed your whines, kissing your forehead before focusing his attention below. His eyes shadowed over with desire, a smug smirk tugging at his lips.

His thumb pressed against your clit, massaging small circles against it which caused your legs to tense up. You closed your eyes and struggled against his hand, holding onto his wrist as he brought his other hand up and lathered it with spit. He inserted his finger inside you slowly, careful not to hurt you or make you uncomfortable as he leaned down and kissed your neck. You used your free hands to undo your tie and unbutton your shirt, exposing your bra to Tom’s greedy eyes. He made a pathway of bites and kisses down to your breasts, all whilst thrusting his finger inside of you. You watched as a loose curl dropped in front of his eyes, making a fairly disheveled appearance. He watched as he inserted a second finger, enamoured with the way you stretched.

You tilted your hips up and hummed against his palm, throwing your head back slightly when he started to curl those two fingers. You grabbed the wrist once more, your grip tight but not enough to distract Tom from his goal. He directed his fingers towards that special spongy place inside you, causing you to nearly curl up into a ball if it weren’t for him keeping your legs apart.

“You’re soaking for me, fuck” He cursed lowly, picking up his speed which made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You trembled against the mattress, cunt squeezing around his skilled fingers as he kept punching your g-spot.

You tapped his hand, signalling to take it off your mouth. Tom quickly removed his hand, pushing a few strands stuck to your sweaty skin away from your face. He noticed your puffy lips and glazed eyes, smiling fondly as he watched your expression contort with pleasure.

“Oh god” You whisper, reaching up to grab his shoulder.

“Say my name” He pleaded as quietly as he could, his thumb returning to your clit and circling it softly which caused another adoring reaction from you. Your grip tightened against the material of his prefect blazer, but Tom didn’t care about the crinkles you caused. He leaned down and pressed his body against yours, your mouth was just beside his ear.

“Tom- please… I need you so bad” You sobbed, voice muffled by his shoulder. Tom cradled your head as his fingers worked harder on your pussy, leading up to an almost life changing orgasm. You felt your body tense, goosebumps scattering quickly as you started to climb your high. Tom peppered kisses over your flushed cheeks and forehead, down to your jaw where he sucked a dark love bite, marking you as his.

“You gonna cum, darling? Do it, do it for me” Tom mumbled, his voice verging on a whine as he watched you unravel. You squeezed your eyes shut, body freezing completely as the feeling of sharp, hot white pleasure ripped through you. It was more than difficult trying to keep quiet, tears trailed down your temples as you suppressed a scream. Tom kept curling his fingers into you to help you ride out your orgasm, feeling a sense of pride as he watched you twist and turn with unbearable pleasure.

Your breaths were ragged, you sounded like you’d been through 10 rounds of Quidditch with no breaks. Your legs shook at either side of Riddle as he gently removed his fingers from you, coated with your slick honey. He placed his fingers in his mouth and hummed, his tongue licking up the goodness of your climax. You felt yourself become aroused once more just by watching him taste your cum, you needed him all over again.

But to both of your devastation, the infirmary doors opened and a couple of healers walked in with new patients, thankfully going to the opposite side of the ward and away from you and Tom. The Slytherin pressed a wet finger to his lips, smirking as he lifted up your skirt and bent down.

You held back the combination of a giggle and a moan as he went down for a full taste, his lips kissing your inner thighs and right above your clit.

The two of you heard the nurses converse about treatments and diagnostics, all whilst Tom slipped his tongue inside you and held both of your legs over his shoulders. You had to keep your eyes open, alert in case either of the nurses came and checked on you at the wrong time. But Tom was distracting you terribly, to the point you quivered and kept looking down at his mop of dark curly hair between your legs.

He was just as skilled with his tongue as he was with his fingers, which caused difficulty when it came to keeping silent. You threw your head back against the pillow, your fingers lacing with his hand and giving it a gentle tug as he devoured you. Tom groaned against you, hands on your hips and guiding you easier to his eager mouth.

You wanted to cry, everything felt so good. Too good. You couldn’t remember how you got here, but by Merlin you never wanted it to stop.

You already felt your second orgasm approaching, the muscles in your body tensing once more as another tear left your eye. Tom was relentless, cruel with the flicks of his tongue as he glanced up at you struggling to keep your composure.

The peak of your climax creeped up on you suddenly, making you grab the pillow underneath your head and use it as a muffler as you let out a pained groan, thankfully not loud enough for the nurses to hear. Tom suckled your clit as you fell off that beautiful drop in your stomach, hips stuttering against his jaw as he held them down and continued lapping at your arousal. You cried, eyes shut and teeth clamping on the pillow as you used every cell in your body not to scream.

Tom pulled back when he felt he was satisfied enough with your orgasm, using his fingers to catch the sticky substance near his mouth that he couldn’t quite reach with his tongue. You kept your face hidden under the pillow for a while, still too fucked from the wonderful feeling between your legs. Tom carefully slid himself away from your legs, planting soft kisses on each one before clambering off the bed and back into his own seat, right beside your head.

“Darling?” His voice was quiet, eyes glancing down at you with slight concern. He wondered if he went too far, if you couldn’t handle the torment he gave. But he saw your sly smile immediately after you removed the pillow from your red face, eyes glazed over with pure satisfaction as you looked up at him.

“You should’ve done this far before now” You chuckled softly, your hands still grasping the pillow tightly. Tom leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, brushing the hair off your face once more and finding himself enamoured by the sight in front of him.

For the first time, a moment of peace dispersed between you two. There was no bickering, no insults, no battling it out until the other proved them self to be better. There was blissful, adoring peace. Tom placed his hand over your one, noticing it was still shaking from earlier.

“How are you feeling? Do you need any water? Any sugar?” He asked, his eyes tracing the shape of your face whilst his thumb brushed the skin of your knuckles. Your smile grew wider, nodding your head as you gestured to the glass of water on your bedside table. Tom helped you sit up, buffing your pillows and handing the glass of water over to you. He pulled the covers over your bare legs, protecting whatever modesty you had left as he contained doting over your hair. You didn’t want to know how bad you looked right now, but you felt very spoiled with Tom’s attentive nature.

“I feel bad” You whispered.

“How come?” The Slytherin prefect asked curiously.

“You didn’t get to finish” You frown, looking at the obvious tent in his pants as he let out a brief scoff.

“Don’t think about it too much, you can repay me when you feel better” He winked, causing you to roll your eyes.

Tom made sure you looked presentable for the nurses before leaving, and it just so happened he timed it perfectly.

The head healer peeked through one of the covers shielding your privacy, asking if it was okay to come in after noticing Tom’s presence. The both of you nodded and Tom seemed to get the hint when she showed you a thick pack of bandages and more medicine.

“I think it’s best that you go back to your dorm, Mr Riddle, don’t want to be out past curfew now” The healer smiled fondly at the two of you, sensing something was going on but minding her business nonetheless.

“Of course, my apologies if I’ve outstayed my welcome” Tom stood up, but not before giving your knuckles a sweet kiss before making his way out. He bowed to the healer, then you. He wished the both of you a goodnight before vanishing into the shadows outside the covers. You immediately felt lonely without him, but the nurse seemed to dissipate your sudden separation anxiety. She sat down in the seat Tom did and asked for your leg.

“He’s a good boy that one, dear” The nurse grinned, sterilising your abrasion before wrapping it in bandages.

“Yeah… he certainly is” You chuckled.

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