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professorrw · 3 years

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The Next Riddle

Pairing: female reader x Tom Riddle

Request: tom riddle smut with breeding kink? 👀

Warnings: smut, 18+, some fluff, oral (female receiving), breeding kink, pet names (darling, dear, princess), unprotected sex, praising

A/N: Tom and reader are both 18! Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Tom was a planner. He knew exactly what he wanted to do after he graduated. The summer after yours and his seventh year you were married. You started dating in your fifth year and had been together ever since. Everyone knew you two as the perfect couple. You were both incredibly smart and good-looking.

You came from a pureblood family that's lineage was mostly Slytherins. Tom loved the fact that you were so pure. He knew that your children would be the best of the best. He was aching to impregnate you, but decided to wait until you were both out of school.

At the young age of nineteen you were husband and wife and living together in Britain. Tom deemed that the perfect time to have his first child. Your own parents were hoping to soon have a grandchild. They highly approved of Tom because of his talent and charming ways. You were aware that your husband wanted children and you couldn’t agree more.

It was storming outside and a draft was sweeping through your house. You stood and walked to your bedroom where Tom was sitting at his desk.

He lifted his head as you walked in. “Good evening darling.”

“Good evening dear. What are you working on?” You strolled past Tom and sat down on the edge of your bed, facing him.

“Papers for work. It’s nothing interesting. Are you alright?” Tom noticed the way you were shivering and stood from his desk.

“I’m a bit cold,” you answered.

“Well that won’t do will it?” He moved from behind the table and sat down on the bed next to you. He wrapped one arm around your waist and another lifted your chin. You draped a leg over one of his thighs and made him smirk into the kiss he was giving you.

“What is it that you really want dear?” he asked with a low voice. Your noses were brushing against one another and you were only centimeters apart. Tom’s eyes were blown with lust and desire. He was quick to pick up on the innuendo.

“I want you,” you whispered.

Tom immediately flipped you over so he was on top of you. “Say that again darling.”

“I want you Tom.”

He smiled and lowered his lips to your neck. His thigh was between your legs and his hands were at either side of your head. Your legs were dangling off the bed so you scooted closer to the pillows. The move put Tom’s head lower on your body. Much lower.

“Are you trying to get away, princess?” he asked, meeting your eyes.

“I would never.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

With the new leverage Tom didn’t have to support himself and his hands could roam free. He slid a finger down your cleavage all the way to the tie on your night robe. It was no wonder you were cold. When Tom untied the knot and pulled your robe open he found that you were wearing nothing under it.

He chuckled and kissed from your throat to your lower abdomen. You sharply inhaled as his lips continued on to your heat. He pressed one singular kiss to your clit before he raised up. He smiled down at you while he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Are you ready darling? Tonight could be the night that you become pregnant.”

“I’m ready to have your baby darling.”

“That’s music to my ears.” He finished getting out of his clothes, which he had tossed to his desk.

He went back down to your vagina and licked a stripe along your folds. Your breathing was already sped up with anticipation but you quit breathing and moaned when Tom’s tongue went inside you. With both of his hands planted on your hips he was completely holding you down. But that didn’t stop you from trying to rock your hips against him.

He didn’t stop or say anything. He was too busy playing with your pussy. He curled his tongue and ran it along the sides of your walls. You were squirming beneath him and if he wasn’t holding you down you would be moving all over the place.

When he warmed you up with his tongue it took you to another plane of existence. You loved it when he did that and it wouldn’t take long for your orgasm to be within reach. He knew how much you loved it, and although he was trying to have an orgasm in your pussy he was still going to get you to yours.

You were moaning and gripping the covers. Your eyes were squeezed shut and you could barely handle the pleasure for much longer.

Tom was going to make sure you were slick and ready for his cock so he kept going. He groaned and sent vibrations ricocheting through your body. You were puddy when it came to the way he made love to you.

The sound of pelting rain was drowned out by your moans. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your muscles clenched around Tom’s tongue and the familiar juice came out of you. Without missing a beat Tom quickly got up and spat into his hand. He rubbed it on his cock and raised your hips up so he could get inside you. He was on his knees and the heels of your feet were hooked on the back of his thighs.

He pressed forward and inserted his dick into you. It was a smooth entrance, one without pain. Tom was opposed to hurting you. He wanted the process of impregnating you to be easy for you. He knew the trouble that would await when you were carrying his child. Making love was supposed to be pleasurable and Tom wasn’t going to take that away from you.

Your back arched as Tom rolled his hips against yours. He held onto your thighs and could move them back and forth to help meet his thrusts. He could, but he didn’t need to. He could do all the work himself. The only thing you needed to do was enjoy yourself and the feeling. He didn’t even have to ask because he knew it felt good. You were moaning, arching your back, and squeezing your thighs with your hands.

“You’re going to look so beautiful with my child inside you darling. You’ll be glowing. You’re already so breathtaking. I would be blessed to have a child that resembled you.”

His words were fuel to keep pushing towards his climax. He would look at you and your stomach and think of how it would look with a little bump. His child, your child, the next Riddle, would grow inside of you.

If things went to plan you would have a bump in a few weeks. Only time would tell.

Tom kept going, putting his whole length inside you with every thrust. One hand remained on your knee but his other he placed over your stomach. Until he reached his orgasm and released his sperm he would keep it there.

He groaned and you could feel his cock twitching inside you. His warm cum spilled out deep inside you. He held his dick there as he caught his breath.

He pulled out of you and laid down by your side. Your eyes were still closed but you could feel one of his hands still resting on your stomach. It was endearing how much Tom wanted a child.

You waited and weeks later as you were looking in the mirror you noticed something. You called Tom upstairs and he hurried to get to you. Your hand was clasped over your mouth and tears were rolling over your cheeks.

Tom looked at your reflection and he looked at the cause of your tears. Your stomach had a curve. Tom pulled you in by the waist and kissed you fervently. He pressed a hand against the small bulge and smiled.

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creideamhgradochas · 6 years

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Thanks to the lovely @notimetoblog for taking the time to answer these! Get to know more about her, go give her a follow and then show her some love!

These questions are from this list. You should check it out, there’s 50 questions all together and they’d be great to ask your favorite fic writer!

2) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

I tried writing an original character in a creative writing class but didn’t enjoy it as much as I do writing reader inserts. I’m not entirely sure why, but reader inserts just come more easily to me.

5) When is your preferred time to write?

I tend to prefer writing in the afternoon. This is in part because I have the most time in the afternoon and I usually have the house to myself so it’s very quiet. It’s hard to concentrate when there’s many people around having conversations.

6) Where do you take your inspiration from?

My inspiration comes from various sources. I sometimes listen to songs that jump start my imagination and I find myself daydreaming of scenarios. Things that happen to me in real life also have inspired some stories I have written. Writers I follow, of course, also inspire me to continue writing.

7) What’s your favorite scene that you’ve written?

My favorite scene to write, so far, has been the café scene in Falling. I love writing flirty Bucky, and he was just piling on the charm in that scene. Anything involving banter is also a favorite of mine.

9) Who is your favorite character to write for? Why?

BUCKY BARNES! Sorry was that too loud? I think part of the fascination with this character is his determination to overcome something that to many might be unsurmountable. His past is full of pain and torture, something that still affects him. I think, though, that it also motivates him to find himself and be the caring person he truly is. He is a hero that, apart from fighting crime, has to fight his inner demons. This is something that many people can relate to. He is such a strong character that it is very appealing to write for him. My need to constantly surround him with love and fluff in my stories is practically endless at this point.

11) How do you come up with the titles for your stories?

The titles usually come at the end. I will write out my stories and then I find myself sitting back and thinking of the title. I don’t think I’m the best at titles, so I usually stick to what I think are obvious ones. The title to my very first story was chosen because it was a phrase that I kept repeating in the story. Other stories have been titled after the song the story was based on.

12) What do you think is the best idea you’ve had for a story so far?

*gasp* This is a tough one! I’m not sure. I DO know that I was recently chatting with a friend here on tumblr and an idea for a mini series came up! I’m very excited about it and have been researching for the past few days. Can’t wait to write it out! I feel its going to be a special one.

13) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

I do have abandoned WIPs. I haven’t been writing for too long so I’m still a bit unsure about my writing. One particular aspect I’m unsure about is writing angst. I have two WIPs that have been abandoned because I feel like I haven’t been able to write out angst the way I hope to.

14) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

Nights in Spanish. I had a couple of people ask for a possible sequel and I think it would be a fun one to revisit. A lovely person suggested some ideas for the sequel and I’ve been trying to get to work on those.

16) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

There are many writers I admire. One that immediately comes to mind is @bitsandbobsandstuff . Her work is just incredible. I don’t think any of the words I could type out will ever do justice to how talented she is. All her stories are so vivid, raw, real, and simply amazing. Her way of describing environments and characters just plays out so well in my mind. It’s like I can see exactly what shes writing playing out. She’s incredible and I screamed every time I was notified of a new Safe With Me chapter.

Another would be @irndad . I always make sure to tell her how magical and lovely her stories are. The way she describes emotion is beyond amazing. I was hooked after I read one story by her. I immediately needed more.

@sgtjbuccky is another writer I admire. She’s amazing and so very kind. Her series are always full of fluff but when she unleashes the angst, my poor heart suffers (even though I love every minute of it). There are many more, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to finish if I keep going.

18) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

I like to listen to music while I write. It’s become a habit while I study, so I just transitioned it to my writing. For some reason, music doesn’t distract me but the tv or conversations happening around me, do. I really don’t know why.

19) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

Not yet. One day, maybe my angst skills develop to that point and I’ll be so very happy. I have teared up while reading stories, though.

21) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

I’ve never written an outline for a story. I usually go into a story knowing how I want it to start and where I want it to go. There have been some stories that have deviated from my original plan, so I have just gone with the flow.

22) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fan-fiction?

HOW ADDICTING IT COULD BE! I seriously didn’t stop writing when I posted my first story. I went all in with a multi-chapter series and just couldn’t stop!

26) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

Any comment I get melts my heart. People have been very kind to me, so much so that I consider my biggest compliment any interaction they have with a story of mine. The fact that people take their time to write out a comment, look for a gif, like a story, or reblog a story, makes me so happy. THANK YOU!

28) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

I have shared ideas with people on tumblr. I was nervous about posting my latest series, so I asked a friend to look over it and she gave me the confidence to post it. Like I mentioned before, another conversation with another person led up to an idea for a future mini-series.

29) Do people know you write fan-fiction?

No. I think people think I’m writing a bunch of essays while I’m working on a story.

30) What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?

I loved writing Maya in Not the Time. I loved how strong she was and how determined she was to help out her friend, even if it meant standing up to a super soldier. I also love writing Sam into my stories (although I wouldn’t consider him a minor character).

33) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

It was a while ago! It was on ao3, when I just heard about that site through twitter. I don’t remember the title, but I remember Bucky and reader had become very close friends. She would cook for the team and he would always eat with them since he loved her cooking, but he suddenly stopped. He would not eat with them and just take large amounts of food up to his room whenever she cooked salmon. Reader was worried and thought maybe he was upset. Turns out, he had found a box of kittens (*swoon*) when he was out by a bakery buying cookies for reader, and he was keeping them a secret from Tony who would not allow him to keep them. Reader discovered this after catching him in the middle of the night feeding and playing with the kittens. It’s all fluff and now I have to go back and find it because I’m still not over how adorable it was.

34) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

FLUFF!! I love it. I am a complete and total sucker for it. I also don’t think my heart would be able to take writing angst (especially for Bucky) forever.

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bisexualbenpaul-old · 7 years

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miscevus replied to your post: y’all give me quick fic requests idec the...

whispers,,, softly,,,,, nea/pasta,,,, like that post u reblogged earlier,,, modern lunch date w/ cross (and optional mana) overseeing fr the bg,,,,,,,, ;o

HERE GOES SOMETHIN

Wallet, keys, phone, and a proper outfit— triple check! Though, when Nea stands before the full-body mirror, admiring and thoroughly inspecting himself, he wonders if the outfit is… too much. What if Allen thinks him ridiculous for dressing up in such a way? After a moment of thinking on that, Nea notes that his date is far worse when it comes to this sort of thing. He recalls with a brief smile the time Allen had to go to a super market— simple little city super market— and he wore fancy black slacks with a full button-up white shirt. When Nea innocently (but not really) inquired how much hair gel Allen used for that trip, the brunette responded with one of the dirtiest looks, probably in the history of dirty looks.

It just served to make Nea laugh, though, and at the memory of that, he even snickers to himself in the present. He’s fine, and Allen may even appreciate the formal-ish look.

Before stepping away from the view of the mirror, Nea gives himself a quick finger guns gesture, and then he’s off. Out the door, into his car, and to Allen’s apartment he goes, excited for today but apprehensive as well. The first date with his best friend of… well, he can’t exactly remember how long they’ve been friends, but it’s been a while. He almost couldn’t believe that Allen had actually been interested in him, but here he is, driving to meet his date. It’s all so weird and amazing.

“Who’s the shit? I’m the shit,” he says to himself once or twice as he parks his car and then turns it off. Self-assurance is a mighty thing, Nea knows, so a little encouragement every now and again won’t hurt.

As he climbs out of the vehicle, he peers up the outside stairwell with apartments on every floor, searching for Allen at the very top. He’s not there yet, so Nea patiently waits, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets and standing by his car as he does so. He successfully manages to completely zone out in that lapse of time that Allen isn’t there, and though he snaps out of it when he hears his date greet him from the top floor, he doesn’t remember anything he had been thinking about.

“Apologies for making you wait,” Allen says as he hurriedly approaches Nea’s car shaking his head. “Cross came over briefly, the annoying fool wasting nearly all of my time. You pulled in just as he left me be.”

Nea scoffs, looking up to the uppermost platform a last time, finding the redheaded man in question, leaned over the rail with the stupidest look he makes. Nea knows that look, and he knows what it means, so to combat the suggestive comments he will definitely get later, he simply ignores Cross and gets into the car with Allen.

“A fool!” Allen repeats in exasperation, immediately beginning to rummage through the compartments where Nea often keeps his music CDs. “He said Mana informed him of our date today. He visited me just to hound me about it! ‘Where are you two going?’ ‘Are you one of those no-sex-until-the-third-date kind of guys?’”

A grin finds its way to Nea’s face as they exit the parking lot. “That’s how he knows to be a friend, Allen, and I know it can be nuts sometimes, but he’s just messing with you nine times out of ten.”

“Well, it’s that last one that I would like to experience more of,” Allen snorts and inserts a CD marked ‘angry mood’. Nea marked them specifically for how Allen felt for the duration of their car rides, so whatever he was feeling, the CD would have the songs he liked most for those moods.

Thus, The Neighborhood blasted within the confines of Nea’s car all the way to the restaurant.

It didn’t take too awful long for the pair to be seated, their drinks brought, and their orders taken. The entire time, Allen sat very proper, straight, shoulders back, never setting his elbows on the table. To Nea, it’s nothing short of charming— he has seen Allen relax before, and it’s not that he feels he needs to look a certain way to be perceived a certain way. He just likes it, and Nea loves it. He wonders if he’s biased, however, considering Allen could probably do anything and it would be charming.

“Manatees aren’t endangered anymore, did you know that?” Allen suddenly pipes up, peering over his big round-rimmed glasses at his date. “We have had quite a past few years, but manatees getting their wind back is wonderful news.”

Nea nods, grinning. “The Siberian tiger, too,” he adds on.

Allen beams. “Honestly? I hadn’t heard! That’s exciting, maybe we really will improve on that front. Those animals could be wiped from existence, and that would be that— terrifying, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but I think people will stop being stupid and get their shit together before too much longer,” he responds, now moving his attention to the silverware wrapped neatly in napkins before him. He nudges them a bit, getting them lined up with the foamy mat where his plate will go, and it takes a moment, but he manages to get it right.

They continue to talk, over multiple things. Current events, music, what prank to play on Cross next— it’s easy. They were already friends, they’re just… a different kind of friends now. They can still talk like friends, act like friends, and that’s one of the coolest things about this scenario.

Their food arrives not too long after they had been seated, served with quick “if you need anything, let us know”s and “please enjoy your meal”s. Allen takes no time in digging in, but Nea takes a tad more time to start. He unfolds his napkin, retrieves the cutlery he thinks he’ll need, places them on the edge of his plate, and refolds the napkin. He had, unfortunately, drank his beverage a bit too fast, so now he has to worry about not finishing the full meal. Hopefully, that won’t be the case, and as he stares at said meal, trying to decide what to eat first, he spaces out again.

It’s only a moment, however, before his phone vibrating calls his attention.

Quickly, Nea grabs the device, opens it, and sees he has a text message. From Cross? Weird, but not incredibly unexpected.

“Why aren’t you eating?” is all the text reads.

Nea stops for a good minute, blinking at the words. Is the redhead trying to act like he knows what’s happening, so he can pretend he’s psychic or some shit?

“What the hell, man?” is what Nea texts back.

“Look behind you”

He squints at the text for a few seconds and then tries to subtly do as it said, but he doesn’t find Cross anywhere among the few people seated in the rows behind them. Just as Nea begins to turn around in his seat again, one of the customers about three booths back raises their hand. It’s a quick and nearly unnoticeable gesture, but upon closer inspection, Nea does indeed find that red stubble on the bottom of that sharp chin, and though a dark hood is pulled up on his head, Cross’ crazy bright red hair spills ever so slightly out and onto his chest.

Beside him, another someone sits, less disguised, only wearing a pair of shades and a fake moustache on his upper lip. Mana is with him.

Once it registers that his best friend and his brother snuck onto this date with him, Nea quickly turns around in his seat again, trying to stifle his laughter as he returns to his phone. All he sends back to Cross is a “wtf” and then puts it down for the last time until after his food is done.

“Having fun, there?” Allen asks, grabbing his drink. “Who texted you that made you laugh?”

Nea can’t help the few giggles that spill out, so he says honestly, “It’s fuckin’ Cross.”

Allen rolls his eyes. “I am not surprised. No doubt, he plans on knowing every detail of our date, but the poor thing’s a bit impatient, isn’t he? Good lord.”

As he eats, Nea tries his hardest to stop laughing, but he continues to lose it every few minutes. “Yeah. Impatient is definitely a word that can be used here.”

Later, once climbing back into the car, Nea would pick up his phone and find that Cross had replied another time after his last message. “I wanted to make sure you kids had fun”, it read, and Nea started laughing all over again.

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