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thefaefiction · 11 months

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In Too Deep. [Tom Hiddleston x Reader]

PAIRING: Tom Hiddleston x Reader GENRE: Smut !! WARNINGS: Age gap, teacher x student relationship, smut, daddy kink, praise, piv sex, choking, degradation if you squint, aftercare, fem!reader, written with a chubbier reader in mind but it's not obvious, also the beginning is rushed SUMMARY: After developing an intense relationship with your English professor Mr. Hiddleston, you both are in too deep to let it go to waste.

A/N: im not gonna lie i had no clue how to actually begin this fic because it's literally just an excuse for me to indulge in my delusions so sorry that the first couple paragraphs are weird and rushed </3 also the school email domain is fake idk if it's real don't pay attention to it LMAO

Your obsession with your English professor was no secret to your friends. Elio, your long term best friend and dormmate, has had to interrupt you from your delusions on more than one occasion which was already one too many -- whether that be purposefully failing a paper to see him after class, wearing a skirt far too short and dropping a pencil in a calculated manner in front of him, or staring at him a little too intently during lectures -- it was becoming a problem.

In the professor's multiple classes of forty-some-odd students, there really were only a few that were delusional enough to believe they could sleep with their teacher. The difference between you and them was that you were patient with your actions and the effects it had on him.

Ultimately your patience paid off, as one Friday you received an ominous email with the heading titled 'Make-up Work' from a particular '[email protected].' In the details, he simply requested your presence at a disclosed location only ten minutes from campus on Sunday. It was not an office nor a dorm, but a house.

It wasn't long before his intentions were made clear when you arrived; his eyes dark with lust and a half buttoned shirt upon opening the door.

"(Y/N)," He welcomed, cocking his head and shutting the door behind you. "Lovely to see you."

"Pleasure's mine," You reply, never breaking eye contact. You slide your coat off and he takes it in his hands, hanging it up for you. You knew where the night was going to end -- inviting a student to talk not just outside of office hours, but in the professor's home, is not something usual.

"I thought we could discuss an appropriate way to help get your grade back up in my class," He begins. His eyes look down for a moment, observing your obviously risqué attire. "Do you have an idea as to what way that might be?"

He was going to make you say it. There was no way around it. Still, you decided to entertain his antics until it was made painfully and obviously clear he was trying to get you to say what you know he wants you to say.

"I think," You start, voice beginning to shake. The confidence you had starting this endeavor was suddenly challenged. "I think one-on-one time is certainly needed." You press your lips together in a line.

He hums, taking an agonizing step closer. He looks down into your eyes, furrowing his brows and letting out a soft laugh. "I'm not dumb, (Y/N)," he retorts. "I know you're a smart girl. You're excellent, actually -- some of the best writing from all of my classes combined." The professor stops, taking a step back to his original position. "So why are you really here?"

A moment of silence.

"You know why," You sheepishly croak out.

"Flatter me by saying it, then." He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms and waiting for you to speak.

"I want you to fuck me."

With the words already said, there was no going back. Your chest sunk, a feeling of embarrassment creeping up and beginning to eat away at your skin. All of those feelings were put to rest the second your professor spoke: "Was that so hard to ask, love?"

Professor Hiddleston turned on his heel, two fingers signaling you to follow him like a lost puppy. He led you down a long hallway in painful silence, finally twisting the knob to a door that revealed his bedroom. It was sleek and clean, covered in shades of black and gray with no mess dared to be left out.

He shut the door behind you and immediately began unbuttoning his shirt, holding your gaze with his light eyes. "Quickly," He commented. "I don't like waiting."

Your face flushed, embarrassed at his demand. You looked away and lifted the hem of your shirt-

"You will look at me," He orders, finishing the last button. "With how bold you are in my classroom I would've thought you'd take more control," He pokes, smirking. "Who would've thought you're just a shy little girl desperate for attention from her professor?"

Your thighs squeezed together, you're sure it doesn't go unnoticed as he grins the moment it occurs. You lift your top off as he watches, simultaneously beginning to unbuckle his belt. The sound makes you shiver.

"Good girl," He praises. You shiver in response.

As he tosses his belt to the side, you begin sliding your skirt off, letting it fall to the ground and pool at your feet. Your professor mimics with his slacks, walking closer and caressing your cheek. "Bed."

You obey, laying down on his duvet as he crawls up your body, sending shivers down your spine. "Professor-"

"Tom," He corrects. "No need for formalities at this point, yes?"

You blush before continuing. "Tom, are you sure?"

"I've been sure since the first time you tried to tease me in class," He replies. "I don't think you understand that I think about you every fucking night in my bed, about the things I would do if I were just able to have you."

You smile, your confidence returning almost instantly. "You have me, sir."

Tom grunts in the back of his throat, his body towering over you as he tears your underwear off, the cracking of the seams startling you. Immediately his hands find your sex, running his hands over it and around your thighs. His hands diligently run under your back, you arch, giving him easier access to remove your bra.

"God, you're stunning," He whispers before connecting his lips to yours. He pulls on your face, his teeth making contact with your lips and bruising their pink color in moments. As he pulls away, a string of saliva connects your mouths and you squirm beneath him.

Tom sits up and begins removing his boxers. The tent in them is noticeable -- and horrifying. You can tell he's big even without seeing it.

Not like you've thought about it before, though.

Now completely undressed, he puts his hands under your waist and drags you forward with a grunt. His hands dig at the fat of your hips and travel along your plush thighs, a moan escaping your lips as his fingers dance on your skin.

"Does my little girl need her professor's cock?" Tom provokes, sliding his shaft between your folds -- up and down, up and down, up and down.

You whine, nodding eagerly in hopes to get him to just put it in already, but your meek noise wasn't good enough for him. "Use your big girl words, darling." He puts his thumb and pointer finger against your chin, urging you to look at him him; eyes burning through your skull.

"Daddy," You spit out too quick, back arching. "Please, need you inside of me so bad!" The sheer volume of your pleas and the new title takes Tom aback, yet his cock ached with every sultry word you spoke.

"Good girl," He praises, grinning at you beneath him. You watch as he inserts himself, pressing just the head into your heat. You let out a guttural moan, eyebrows furrowing in a lovely mix of pain and pleasure. He begins slowly easing himself into you further, inch by agonizing inch, until he completely bottoms out; releasing a groan as his head lolls back. "God, you feel so good princess," He praises, "Taking me so so well, yeah?"

His words struck a chord within you, forcing a smile on your face. You whimper, brain not being able to form a complete thought at how deep he was inside you and how just damn good it felt. He was much bigger than anyone you'd taken before by a longshot. Your walls clenched around him and he laughed, cock twitching inside of you. He slowly slides back, leaving just the head in, and then pushes forward quickly, earning a loud, needy, moan from your lips. "Look at you, so drunk on me, hm?" He says, pulling back and then ramming himself deep into you, bruising your cervix. "Tell me what you want, doll. What is it you need from daddy?" He teases, never averting his eyes from your gaze.

"Please," You whine, "Need you to to move, need daddy to make me come!" And without hesitation, he picks up the pace, rapidly fucking you while his hands grip the headboard. You can hear it hitting the wall, and suddenly you're glad he has a house instead of an apartment. The noises you're making are obscene, something any practiced Catholic would need to cross themselves after hearing. "Feels so good daddy!" You spit, earning a groan from him.

Tom turned almost animalistic during sex; his grunts sounding more and more like growls as he fucks you brainless. "Fuck!" He moans, taking a hand off of the wood above you. He quickly puts his free hand on your throat, squeezing and forcing your eyes to meet his once again. "Like being choked by daddy, yeah? Like daddy to make you feel powerless, hm?" He smirks, observing the visual pleasure and shock on your face.

You're so close, you can feel yourself on the verge of your orgasm, and his dirty talk was pushing you even closer. The hand on your throat squeezed, and you clenched down on him, causing Tom to curse under his breath. "Want your cum daddy," You squeak out, "Pleasepleaseplease!" You mumble in strands of pleasure.

"Feel so good," He praises. "Come for me, be a good girl and come for daddy, yeah?" He was fucking you hard, and fast, and he still managed to pick up the pace. His skin slapped against your skin, filling the room with hard smacks and grunts and moans; endless strings of 'daddy' and 'good girl' running from both of your lips.

"Want you inside me daddy," You choke out. Your head lolls to the side and bounces against the pillow, a lazy smile forming on your face. "P-please!" You whine.

That pushed Tom over the edge. He was too far lost in himself, leaning down and growling into your ear. "Ask and you shall receive," he teases.

As if on cue, you both come together, the wave of pleasure rushing over you both. You could feel his warmth filling you up, leaking down your heat and spilling onto his bed. "Fuck, Y/n!" He grunts, "Took me so so well little girl."

You couldn't think, let alone speak. Tom stayed inside of you, helping you ride out your orgasm, not wanting the feeling of your sweet sex to leave him. He took his hand off of your throat and stroked the site, soothing the redness with a sultry kiss. You hummed in response, letting your body fall limp. After a few moments, he pulled out.

About three things Tom was absolutely certain: One, he should’ve never become romantically entangled with one of his students. Two, engaging in this behavior put his entire career in jeopardy due to it being wildly illegal. Three, he was, without a doubt in his mind, unconditionally in love with everything about you.

As you laid on his chest, foreheads drenched in sweat and bodies stuck together, you felt more at home than you'd like to admit. One hand messaged your back, drawing figure-eights on your skin, and the other pet your hair, occasionally drawing his lips close to kiss the top of your head. You burrowed your head into him, clinging onto his body. He grinned.

"I should've never let it go this far," Tom said, his voice raspy and deep with post-sex clarity, "but I'm afraid I'm in too deep to give it up now." He let out a low laugh, your head bouncing with his chest.

You smiled. "I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to return to normal after this," You commented, "and, well, not to be dramatic but having sex with your professor twice your age does things to you." Tom chuckled, looking down at you and tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

"This is all so wrong," He mumbled, furrowing his eyebrows and pressing his lips together, "And yet I wouldn't have it any other way." He pressed a kiss to your lips, the kind of kiss that left a permanent stain of love and lust on your mouth. It was deep, meaningful, and romantic. Tom stared at you, taking in your features and basking in each and every one. "You are breathtaking, darling."

You hid your face in his neck, attempting to suppress the toothy grin you'd almost shown him, however he pulls your head up with his pointer finger and thumb, admiring your rosy cheeks. "Poor baby, so sensitive to my compliments," He jests, letting out a low hum.

You roll your eyes at him. "It's not my fault that daddy somehow knows all of the words that light a fire in me," You emphasize on the word 'daddy,' which forces what sounded like a groan from the back of his throat. "I don't want to go," You admit, falling back into his embrace.

"I know love," He says calmly, stroking your hair and pulling you into him tight. "We can stay like this as long as you'd like, but eventually I'll have to bring you back."

You hum into just chest. "Just a little bit longer," you say to Tom. "I'm still recovering."

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When you arrived back at your dorm, much later than you anticipated, Elio looked at you with an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. "Back so soon?"

"Shut up," You laughed, dropping your bag to the ground and kicking off your shoes. You wobbled into the dorm, legs still sore and threatening your balance. Clearly Elio had noticed this, as the first thing he said after greeting you was "Well aren't your movements suspicious," and your cheeks flushed red. "I do not need to explain my late night endeavors and my later night actions," You began, "But,"

"But..?" Elio lead, leaning forward in his seat.

"But." You ended, pressing your lips together with a hidden grin and nodding your head.

"No!" He gasped, smiling widely and clasping his hands, putting his chin on the top of his fingers. "Please tell me everything! Not that I need to know the gory details of your sex life but, like, was he..?" Elio put his hands in front of him, fingers forward, and spread his arms apart.

"Shut up!" You giggled, swatting his hands. "But yes. Yes he was. Very."

"I knew it." He said, shaking his head. "I knew he was packing."

"Not to ruin our gossip but I need to lay down with a heating pad or something because standing is hurting my body," You laughed. "I think that man busted my cervix."

"Okay, TMI," He said, rolling his eyes. "But honestly go get some rest, lord knows you need it for seeing him tomorrow."

You were confused at first, then realized that tomorrow you had Tom for English, and you had absolutely no idea how you were supposed to face him when the night before he had you moaning 'daddy' and railed you into oblivion. But that was an issue you could deal with tomorrow. Probably. Hopefully.

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incorrecthatchetfield · 5 months

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Tom, teaching shop class: You alright?

Ethan, holding a drill upside down: Yeah, I'm fine, Dad.

Tom, taking the drill away: Ethan, don't ever call me Dad again.

Ethan to Lex: How'd you think he'll feel about Mom?

Lex: Let me know when you're going to do that so I can run.

#source: criminal minds #im writing my own aus at this point #i love teacher tom houston #incorrect quotes #starkid #incorrect starkid #hatchetfield #incorrect hatchetfield #hatchetverse #incorrect blackfriday #starkid black friday #black friday musical #ethan green #tom houston #lex foster

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ohthewh0rror · 5 months

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Professor!Tom AU but you’re also a professor and think you’ve made a new friend even though he actively tries to avoid you.

No matter how hard he tries you always manage to find him and talk to him about whatever nonsense you overheard the students talking about.

He acts like he hates it but really he finds you to be great background noise as he grades papers and goes over lesson plans. <3

#this is an AU I think of often #I love a good ‘Tom never went insane and just became a teacher’ AU #tom riddle #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x you

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stackofstories · 4 months

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as a kid i don’t think i really understood the gravity of PJO being about kids. stripping down all the supernatural stuff, it’s so easy to see that the kids are surviving and responding to their environment. As an adult, I think about Ares’s kids being so angry and bloodthirsty and so mean and you can blame domineering rage filled Dad for that one. I think about Athena’s kids where nothing is ever good enough for their perfectionist mother so of course they overcompensate, they are a know it alls, they can’t tolerate failure, how rigid and fixed they are in perspective. I think about Hephaestus’s kids and good they are with their hands, how witty and defensive they are, how shy they are with compliments, how they let their work speak for them because everyone calls their father ugly, a mistake, a laughingstock. I think about Aphrodite’s kids and their feigned incompetence when it comes to battles and logic, how they choose partners based on adoration, how they trade secrets on looking the best, how they struggle to say no because Mom says love is enough and you’ll only matter if everyone thinks you’re pretty. I could go on… idk, I just think all these kids deserve a break because they’re doing their best and moving forward in the world the best way they know how.

#yes even Luke deserves empathy #he’s no Tom Riddle #actually I think Bryce Lawerence is the only kid that is like unhinged w/o any redeeming qualities #I think the books really show that RR is a teacher at heart and he really understands the diversity of the children #their needs and wants #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #ignore me

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voukkake · 4 months

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Another dreamling AU

#ferdinand kingsley #dreamling #the sandman #tom sturridge #alternative universe #dreamling au #teacher's pet #grrrr bark woof #Tom is such a twink

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tzthrowbacks · 3 months

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April 2nd for my birthday

2023 : tz last day in mumbai

#z looked like a really kind art teacher that day #tom holland #zendaya #tomdaya #throwback #april 2nd

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avianii · 9 months

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sometimes you just gotta draw a *friendly* arm wrestle between two of your favorite fighter pilots

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saintsenara · 9 months

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pls can we have your takes on what dumbledore gets wrong/doesn't understand about tom riddle tysm

thank you for the ask, pal :)

i have received a flurry of asks about my main lord, lord voldemort, which form a neat triad, so this is part three of a three part meta on him:

1. what is interesting about voldemort's role in the series? [here] 2. how do i write voldemort in my own work, and why? [here] 3. what does dumbledore get wrong about voldemort?

i want to be clear that this isn’t intended as dumbledore bashing - i love that old man and i’ll defend him from a lot of the charges levelled against him in fanon [and, to be honest, canon].

it's just an analysis of how dumbledore, as a flawed human being like all of us… kind of fucks up in how he relates to voldemort. many of his mistakes are caused by personality traits which i think are fascinating: his ivory-tower detachment from reality; his projection of his own guilt and grief onto others; his tendency towards inaction in the face of the status quo; his own tendency towards being secretive and ruthless; and so on.

and, while i don’t think he can be blamed for voldemort choosing to become a terrorist kingpin, his attitude towards voldemort doesn’t entirely help the anti-voldemort cause, and perhaps he should have tightened up.

so...

what does dumbledore get wrong about voldemort?

in we go under the cut:

that voldemort is an unsympathetic victim of childhood trauma, but he is a victim nonetheless

there are no two ways about it, dumbledore and voldemort’s first meeting is disastrous and, even though voldemort doesn’t acquit himself particularly well in the proceedings [maybe don’t boast about all the children you torture?] the power differential in the relationship [dumbledore is at least in his late fifties, voldemort is eleven] means that responsibility for conducting himself fairly lies entirely with dumbledore.

however, i am going to begin this section with some dumbledore defence. i see a lot in fanfiction the idea that the young voldemort is profoundly traumatised by dumbledore setting his wardrobe on fire, which of course does seem like an incredibly cruel thing for dumbledore to do to a child who presumably has basically no worldly possessions [which is what harry immediately thinks].

the voldemort of canon, however, doesn’t seem to care that much:

Riddle jumped to his feet; Harry could hardly blame him for howling in shock and rage; all his worldly possessions must be in there. But even as Riddle rounded on Dumbledore, the flames vanished, leaving the wardrobe completely undamaged. Riddle stared from the wardrobe to Dumbledore; then, his expression greedy, he pointed at the wand. "Where can I get one of them?"

as we can see, any upset voldemort feels over the wardrobe disappears the minute he appraises magic’s ability to frighten, destroy, and control. similarly:

“All in good time,” said Dumbledore. “I think there is something trying to get out of your wardrobe.” And sure enough, a faint rattling could be heard from inside it. For the first time, Riddle looked frightened. “Open the door,” said Dumbledore… Riddle took down the quaking box. He looked unnerved. “Is there anything in that box that you ought not to have?” asked Dumbledore. Riddle threw Dumbledore a long, clear, calculating look. “Yes, I suppose so, sir,” he said finally, in an expressionless voice. [...] Riddle did not look remotely abashed; he was still staring coldly and appraisingly at Dumbledore. At last he said in a colourless voice, “Yes, sir.” [...] It was impossible to tell what he was thinking; his face remained quite blank as he put the little cache of stolen objects back into the cardboard box. When he had finished, he turned to Dumbledore and said baldly, “I haven’t got any money.”

while dumbledore’s behaviour here frightens and unnerves voldemort, he gets over it pretty quickly - and he then transitions into being unabashed at having been caught and planning his options for how to proceed [i am wedded to the headcanon that the "clear and calculating look" is him deciding not to return the stolen objects, and to test whether dumbledore will indeed know if he doesn’t], chief of which is his need to solve his money issues.

which is to say, dumbledore’s behaviour in this meeting undoubtedly establishes voldemort’s later dislike of him - although i think it’s worth noting that the voldemort of chamber of secrets treats dumbledore as a mere annoyance, rather than someone for whom he harbours a profound, traumatising hatred [voldemort's dislike of dumbledore transitions to hate, i think, following the fake job interview] - but i don’t think it’s the misstep many interpretations of voldemort and dumbledore’s relationship make it.

but dumbledore does make some decisions in their first meeting which i think are worth exploring more critically than they often are:

dumbledore’s failure to inform mrs cole that the young voldemort is a wizard makes his existence in two worlds impossible

we know that the families of muggleborn students are normally informed about the magical world during this visit by hogwarts staff in which their letter is delivered - and that this was the case even in the late 1930s, since myrtle warren’s parents are able to come to hogwarts after her death.

dumbledore’s decision not to mention voldemort’s magic to mrs Cole means that voldemort - whose sense of belonging to a family unit is already non-existent - must, then, become the only student at hogwarts whose legal guardian knows nothing about where he goes all year. potentially there are magical-legal reasons for this, but i can’t think of any particularly convincing ones.

dumbledore projects his own self-loathing onto the child voldemort and chalks his personality traits up to malice rather than neglect

dumbledore handles himself pretty well in the initial moments of his meeting with voldemort, keeping calm while he freaks out about whether he’s a doctor [as i’ve said in the previous part of this series of meta, voldemort’s fear of doctors - and especially whether it implies some deeper traumatic experience - is something worth thinking about].

his attitude changes when voldemort accepts easily that he is a wizard:

His legs were trembling. He stumbled forward and sat down on the bed again, staring at his hands, his head bowed as though in prayer. “I knew I was different,” he whispered to his own quivering fingers. “I knew I was special. Always, I knew there was something.” “Well, you were quite right,” said Dumbledore, who was no longer smiling, but watching Riddle intently. “You are a wizard.”

dumbledore will tell harry later in the chapter this is taken from that he thought voldemort’s immediate pivot to believing himself special was a red flag, indicative of the arrogance which will define his adult self.

his discomfort, although we don’t know this yet in half-blood prince, is evidently triggered by the fact that voldemort’s breathless awe at the potential - and especially the sinister potential - of his magical powers reminds him either of grindelwald or of himself.

but.

the young voldemort - a magical child surrounded by non-magical people - can do things which are objectively different and special. as he tells us:

“I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want them to do, without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who annoy me. I can make them hurt if I want to.”

the obviously violent implication of the last two sentences aside, these abilities would be understood by anyone as so bafflingly unusual that special is a reasonable word with which to describe them, particularly for a child who has only just been given the language to explain an aspect of his personhood he has clearly always been aware of, but never understood the cause of.

dumbledore’s immediate negative response to this statement, however, is the cause of his later assessment of the child voldemort as like his adult self:

“His powers, as you heard, were surprisingly well-developed for such a young wizard and - most interestingly and ominously of all - he had already discovered that he had some measure of control over them, and begun to use them consciously. And as you saw, they were not the random experiments typical of young wizards: He was already using magic against other people, to frighten, to punish, to control…his ability to speak to serpents did not make me nearly as uneasy as his obvious instincts for cruelty, secrecy, and domination.”

but, while the child voldemort’s cruelty is absolutely something dumbledore should have been made uneasy by - although, of course, he does nothing about it once voldemort starts at hogwarts, deciding to take a hands-off approach that harry clearly thinks is idiotic - his criticism of voldemort for being secretive [and also, later in this chapter, self-sufficient, independent, and friendless] is a bad-faith reading, based on his own loathing of the fact that these traits also describe him, of habits which are obviously caused by childhood neglect.

voldemort is secretive - as harry is - because he doesn’t have any trusted childhood confidants. he’s self-sufficient and independent - as harry is - because he has to be. he’s friendless as much because he’s a strange child with magical powers raised around other children who don’t have them - as, the text implies, is the case for hermione - as because he’s cruel.

dumbledore’s failure to have any sympathy for the fact that voldemort’s institutionalised childhood drives these characteristics - instead ascribing them entirely to deliberate choices made by an eleven-year-old in order to assert malign dominance over his peers - is a failing. indeed, it is one he will repeat with harry.

but the most egregious of dumbledore’s cock-ups in this bit of the story:

dumbledore completely fails to understand the way voldemort’s childhood grief manifests itself

voldemort - in one of the few bits of this chapter in which he actually appears childlike - asks dumbledore:

“Was my father a wizard? He was called Tom Riddle too, they’ve told me.” “I’m afraid I don’t know,” said Dumbledore, his voice gentle. “My mother can’t have been magic, or she wouldn’t have died,” said Riddle, more to himself than Dumbledore. “It must’ve been him.”

dumbledore seems to handle this quite sensitively. on our first reading.

but when we get deeper into the text, two things emerge which make this interaction - in my sincere opinion - the cruelest thing dumbledore does to the child voldemort.

firstly, when discussing with harry the teenage voldemort shedding his father’s name, dumbledore refers to merope as voldemort’s "previously despised mother… the woman whom, you will remember, he had thought could not be a witch if she had succumbed to the shameful human weakness of death."

but there is no implication in the above - surely the only conversation he and dumbledore ever have on the topic - that voldemort despises his mother. his statement reads like the magical thinking of any bereaved child - that his mother could have lived if she’d had supernatural powers, or there had been some sort of magical intervention, and so on. [a friend who's reading spare pointed out to me recently that prince harry was convinced for years that his mother had managed to fake her own death to escape a life she disliked, and that she would pop up any day to take him with her into her new reality. what voldemort is doing here is basically the same.]

dumbledore’s negative reaction to voldemort's words reflects his own relationship with death as ever-present - the spectre of ariana is clearly hovering constantly on his shoulder - rather than something which magic can dismiss or overcome, but voldemort choosing to think the opposite isn’t the behaviour of a pre-teen psychopath. it’s an entirely expected reaction for a grieving child, and dumbledore's response to it is unfair.

even worse though is this. when dumbledore is speaking to mrs cole, it is very clear that he realises that the child he is about to meet is half gaunt:

“And then she told me he was to be named Tom, for his father, and Marvolo, for her father — yes, I know, funny name, isn’t it? We wondered whether she came from a circus.”

dumbledore must react physically to hearing the name marvolo - who, since he can be presumed to be already on the wizengamot at this point, he is aware was sent to azkaban for defending his son's involvement in an anti-muggle attack - significantly enough that mrs cole notices it. in deathly hallows, voldemort himself is worried that dumbledore knew about his heritage from - since when else would he have learned voldemort’s full name - their first meeting:

An old unease flickered inside him. Dumbledore had known his middle name... Dumbledore might have made the connection with the Gaunts…

the child voldemort will then tell dumbledore that he is a parselmouth, a trait the gaunts must be known to possess, since marvolo and morfin both openly speak parseltongue in front of bob ogden. and yet dumbledore doesn’t mention at all that he might be able to identify a bereaved child’s - who we have no evidence at all even knows his own mother’s name - family line.

dumbledore overlooks voldemort’s grief at other points in the series - he doesn’t notice, for example, that the murder of hepzibah smith [who insults merope by suggesting she stole the locket] is clearly one of revenge, rather than gain - but it’s this sin of omission [later one of his most frequent missteps when dealing with harry] that always gets me.

that voldemort doesn’t just change his name because of his father

within five years of their first meeting, voldemort has stopped going by tom when with his friends. dumbledore will claim to harry that his decision to shed his birth name was caused by two things: his discovery that his father was a muggle and his desire to be seen as special. voldemort himself will emphasise the former in both chamber of secrets and goblet of fire - the latter of which also features his odd conviction that his father was the one who insisted on the name tom riddle.

dumbledore evidently believes that voldemort’s decision to no longer use the name tom is contemptible, and he - and later harry - will refer to him as tom whenever they come face-to-face. the narrative presents dumbledore as being unambiguously right to do this:

He raised his glass as though toasting Voldemort, whose face remained expressionless. Nevertheless, Harry felt the atmosphere in the room change subtly: Dumbledore’s refusal to use Voldemort’s chosen name was a refusal to allow Voldemort to dictate the terms of the meeting, and Harry could tell that Voldemort took it as such.

i am sympathetic to the idea that dumbledore should not be expected to refer to voldemort as "my lord" - although i don’t actually think that’s what voldemort is asking here - and i should say that i myself have written "voldemort" as being a mask the adult tom takes on and off at whim, and i think there’s space for those interpretations in fanfiction. but the evidence of canon is that voldemort lives exclusively as voldemort from the mid-1950s onwards and that he considers tom to be, without question, his deadname.

the name clearly doesn’t feel right to him even as child - he twitches "irritably" when dumbledore points out that he shares it with tom the landlord - even at a point in his life when he still feels positively towards the father whom he believes is a wizard as well. while dumbledore may be correct that he dislikes the name at this point because it’s not special enough, wanting a more unique name is not, in and of itself, a moral failing. voldemort calling himself voldemort is a completely neutral act. it is what he does under that name that’s the problem.

that dumbledore thinks it is a moral failing, however, can be explained by the backstory we learn in deathly hallows. elphias doge and muriel prewett both make clear that percival dumbledore’s arrest and imprisonment and kendra and ariana dumbledore’s deaths brought sufficient press attention that the dumbledore name was immediately recognisable and attached in the mind of the wizarding public to the various scandals which befell the family. dumbledore, who blames himself for much [or most] of what happened, clearly carries his name like a penance, and regards it as a dereliction of duty to try and escape the weight of one’s family drama by taking a new identity.

and this drives, i think, something which the doylist text doesn’t think is an issue, but which i think dumbledore is mistaken in when it comes to voldemort: that his background can be nowhere near as secret as dumbledore assumes, meaning that the only thing he rejects is a name which no longer belongs to him.

a significant number of death eaters clearly went to school with voldemort, the malfoys cannot be the only ones who have seen his teenage possessions, hagrid is seemingly aware that voldemort attended hogwarts alongside him, and dumbledore himself says in half-blood prince that people know what voldemort was once called and what he was like as teenager, but are just too scared to provide information about his life to the anti-voldemort cause.

this leads to my belief that many of the death eaters are aware of voldemort’s blood status - lucius malfoy in order of the phoenix is clearly unsurprised to hear harry say voldemort’s a half-blood; bellatrix is furious, of course, but maybe that’s what over a decade in azkaban does to you - and are also aware that his political aims, as described in the previous meta in this series, are not the establishment of a pureblood oligarchy, but what we might term magic-supremacy. indeed, dumbledore’s interpretation of voldemort as lying to his death eaters that he’s a great pureblood champion always sits uneasily in canon alongside the fact that voldemort is shown to have enormous support among non-human magical creatures and - given how lacking the resistance to the the government of deathly hallows is - swathes of the majority half-blood population as well, which suggests that his closest supporters accept that his concern is getting the magical of any stripe behind him in order to take on the muggle world.

which is to say, dumbledore thinks that lord voldemort is a mask a half-blood man called tom riddle uses to hide his true self from his pureblood supporters. in reality, lord voldemort is just that half-blood man’s name.

that voldemort thinks the job interview is real

voldemort doesn’t lose his temper in the interview scene until dumbledore reveals the meeting - which voldemort has travelled some distance for and apparently indicated his intentions for in advance - is fake.

[he handles dumbledore deadnaming him pretty magnanimously, for example.]

dumbledore’s decision to lure him to hogwarts simply to assert his dominance over him is clearly the final nail in the coffin of their relationship, and it's another example of how dumbledore’s automatic bad-faith reading of decisions and desires which are clearly more complicated than just "i love evil" [after all, dumbledore himself acknowledges that voldemort regards hogwarts as the only place he has ever truly felt at home] is the cause of voldemort’s hatred of him, rather than that hatred being the result of voldemort being afraid of dumbledore’s goodness or perspicacity or skill, as the pre-deathly hallows text likes to imply:

Voldemort sneered. “If you do not want to give me a job -” “Of course I don’t,” said Dumbledore. “And I don’t think for a moment you expected me to. Nevertheless, you came here, you asked, you must have had a purpose.” Voldemort stood up. He looked less like Tom Riddle than ever, his features thick with rage. “This is your final word?” “It is,” said Dumbledore, also standing. "Then we have nothing more to say to each other.”

that voldemort has a very strange - but very pronounced - sense of honour

as i have noted in the previous meta in this series, voldemort has a remarkably well-defined sense of honour. for a murderer.

his often-repeated hatred of liars, hypocrites, and cowards appears to be genuine and - for narrative reasons, since he's often required to provide exposition for harry’s benefit which dumbledore and snape can’t if they are to maintain their characterisation - he is rarely shown outright lying himself in canon, even if we’re told he's a pathological liar by other characters.

that he considers dumbledore in particular to be a hypocrite is clear in many of their interactions, especially this - which i always like - from order of the phoenix:

Dumbledore flicked his own wand. The force of the spell that emanated from it was such that Harry, though shielded by his stone guard, felt his hair stand on end as it passed, and this time Voldemort was forced to conjure a shining silver shield out of thin air to deflect it. The spell, whatever it was, caused no visible damage to the shield, though a deep, gonglike note reverberated from it, an oddly chilling sound... “You do not seek to kill me, Dumbledore?” called Voldemort, his scarlet eyes narrowed over the top of the shield. “Above such brutality, are you?” “We both know that there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom,” Dumbledore said calmly, continuing to walk toward Voldemort as though he had not a fear in the world, as though nothing had happened to interrupt his stroll up the hall. “Merely taking your life would not satisfy me, I admit — ”

at this point in the story, the reader doesn’t know that dumbledore is taking this merciful approach because he is aware he can’t kill voldemort.

we do, however, already suspect that dumbledore’s dishonesty with harry about the prophecy is a direct cause of the chain of events which has just led to sirius’ death - as dumbledore himself will shortly admit to and as the death eaters are evidently aware of [lucius malfoy pointing out that voldemort is baffled that dumbledore didn’t tell harry about the prophecy always sends me].

voldemort’s statement - "above such brutality, are you?" - is ironic, and is a criticism of what he evidently believes to be dumbledore’s hypocrisy in performing mercy in public while regarding his men as expendable in private [and, especially, as expendable to protect harry - who he maintains right up until the end of deathly hallows has been hidden and pampered from the reality of war by a procession of cannon fodder].

it’s worth saying i think this is unfair from voldemort - dumbledore makes decisions which any general has to, and they will of course be messy and difficult; and voldemort’s characterisation of harry is always unnecessarily harsh - but it is indicative of a belief expressed by voldemort at other points in the series that dumbledore is a hypocrite, that he is a coward, that he is dishonourable, and that he is dishonest. and he isn’t entirely wrong, as the conclusion of the series reveals.

dumbledore obviously thinks exactly the same things of voldemort. and, of course, he’s not wrong either. but, as always, there is projection from dumbledore of his discomfort with the performance and concealment his own life requires onto voldemort. and voldemort clearly picks up on it.

that his view of love as sacrificial can’t be understood by someone who has nobody to sacrifice anything for

what it says on the tin, really.

dumbledore’s past - especially his profound guilt and grief over the fact that his embrace of desire, carnality, and other "selfish" aspects of love caused his sister’s death - is the cause of his view of love as, in essence, something defined by sacrifice and loss. dumbledore always discusses love in terms of the nobility of suffering, and he never throughout the canonical series [except maybe, obliquely, at king's cross] suggests that love can be comforting, self-indulgent, restorative, uncomplicatedly pleasurable, and fun.

we see, after all, that harry has to give up a love which is all of those things - his relationship with ginny at the end of half-blood prince - in order to pursue dumbledore’s version of the concept/

harry’s own pathology - especially his enormous saviour and martyr complexes, as well as the circumstances of his own orphanhood [as i have had voldemort point out on several occasions in my writing, harry’s mother could be bothered to live long enough to die for him, voldemort can’t relate] - makes him amenable to the concept of love-as-sacrifice.

voldemort, in contrast, fears sacrifice and vulnerability because he fears powerlessness - and he fears powerlessness because he’s an orphan who would have nothing without his power [under which umbrella, of course, comes his immortality].

this is what he means by:

“The old argument,” he said softly. “But nothing I have seen in the world has supported your famous pronouncements that love is more powerful than my kind of magic, Dumbledore.”

and:

How stupid they were, and how trusting, thinking that their safety lay in friends, that weapons could be discarded even for moments.

and:

“Is it love again?” said Voldemort, his snake’s face jeering. “Dumbledore’s favourite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter — and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse. So what will stop you dying now when I strike?”

and:

To tell Snape why the boy might return would be foolish, of course; it had been a grave mistake to trust Bellatrix and Malfoy: Didn’t their stupidity and carelessness prove how unwise it was ever to trust?

as he tells us in philosopher’s stone, there is only power and those too weak to seek it. everything can be done on one's own. it is foolish to rely on other people.

sacrifice is a concept which cannot exist within this world view.

but i think voldemort could be made to understand the idea of love-as-pleasure. after all, he is clearly someone who enjoys things - when harry is able to pick up on his moods in order of the phoenix he is happy as often as he is angry - magic chief among them. he likes shiny objects and, therefore, presumably understands sensory pleasure. he conceives of himself as someone who is generous and who gives gifts.

his relationship - whether you see it as sexual or not - with bellatrix in canon is surprisingly tender: he allows her to be physically very close to him a lot of the time, to touch him, to talk to him in a way which undermines his sinister vibe, and to be visibly pregnant with his baby [if you accept that, and i understand why basically nobody does]; and he is clearly known to spend a great deal of time in her company by the other death eaters.

he appears to genuinely like several of his minions, particularly snape. he obviously misses his mother, but nobody external to him ever acknowledges that grief. he is obviously as lost as all orphans are in a world which places a great deal of emphasis on lineage, and that is again never acknowledged.

he is someone who had a childhood which was sufficiently lonely and deprived that the concept of giving up anything he has for himself is something he can’t compute. but perhaps he could have hoarded bits of love in his little shoebox. if dumbledore could have seen why that wouldn’t have been such a bad thing...

#asks answered #asenora meta #albus dumbledore #tom riddle #lord voldemort #i'll defend that old man #but i'll tell him off too #basically self-loathing isn't a great trait for a teacher to have

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moonyeyedstar · 3 months

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Teacher's Pet- Professor Tom Riddle x Reader Smut

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“You are telling me that not a single one of you knows the answer to the question on the board?!” your professor shouts turning to face the class, his grip on the chalk in his hand was so tight it should’ve snapped it. Every single one of your classmates bowed their heads. You knew the answer to the question but everyone had been talking about how you are the teacher’s pet so you did not want to raise your hand. Professor Riddle was always quite harsh with how he handled his students and unforgiving but for some reason, there was something about you that softened him up. He had never raised his voice toward you and when he gave the class detention he never wrote you up. You’d be lying if you said you haven’t grown to fancy him. He was so devilishly handsome, the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was focused, a body so toned you could tell even under his suit, he was always dressed so properly, and his hands, oh my god his hands, his fingers were so long and slender and pale and his veins stuck out. He wore silver rings that would’ve been gaudy on any other man but not on him, he looked so sophisticated. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, but you should have, you should have bowed your head like every other one of your classmates, it probably could have prevented him calling on you.

“Miss. Y/l/n?” Professor Riddle’s voice echoed throughout the classroom. “You surely know the answer don’t you?” he asks, walking over to your desk. Your stomach did flips whenever he said your name. Your brain felt fuzzy as he approached you, and you caught yourself practically drooling over him.

“Ye-” you stop yourself, “N-No Sir,” you stutter, letting your eyes linger a bit too long

before dropping your eyesight to your textbook in front of you.

“No?” he cocks an eyebrow whilst staring you down causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. All you could do was shake your head no, keeping your eyes glued to your textbook, and try your best to distract yourself from the growing wetness between your legs. He looked back up at the class but a small smirk was playing on the corner of his lips, “You are all excused early, do not forget your essays are due at the end of the week, mediocrity will not be tolerated, meet the guidelines or fail, it is up to you,” he said roughly to the class. Everyone nodded and you all began to gather your things. As you went to close your textbook Professor Riddle slammed his hand down forcing it open, “Not you, Y/n. I’d like to have a little chat with you after everyone leaves,” he said lowly. There was a devilish glimmer in his eye, that made your heart skip a beat.

“Y-Yes Sir,” you nodded keeping your textbook open and squeezing your thighs together to help appease the throbbing need between your legs. The class quickly emptied and your professor looked down on you. “Why didn’t you answer the question?” he asked firmly.

“I am so sorry Sir,” you said shakily, “I will do better next time, I promise,” you looked up at him, your eyes were a bit watery from your nerves.

“You and I both know you knew the answer, you are at the top of your class and it was a simple question, the issue is you are surrounded by idiots. There is no need for you to lower yourself to their level.”

“No Sir,” you sigh because he does not understand, “They all say things about me, that I am a teacher’s pet, a suck-up,” you mumble, “I just did not want to make it worse, so I lied,” you nervously played with your hands. Much to your surprise, he let out a low chuckle, shifting your attention to look up at him. He had a small grin on his face, god he was so sexy.

“They say those things because they are jealous that you are so incredibly brilliant,” he said genuinely. The heat between your legs grew to be almost unbearable and

your cheeks flushed.

“Professor-” you start but he cuts you off.

“-And if I say you’re brilliant it means something,”

“Thank you, Sir,” your skin was hot and your panties were soaked. You tense up as he unexpectedly brings the back of his hand to caress your cheek. His hand was cold but his rings were colder, they almost stung against your burning skin.

“Why so flushed, darling?” he asks quietly, a sense of cockiness in his tone. He knew the effect he had on you and was relishing in the fact he got you so worked up.

“It is because of you Sir,” you admit, blushing. You did not know where this newfound confidence came from, maybe it was the built-up need for him, the way you yearned to be touched by him, whatever it was you were going to chase it. He chuckled again, his chuckles were almost a growl, they made your cunt drip.

“Because of me?” he teases.

“Yes Sir, because of you, I need you, I can hardly focus in class, the whole time I am thinking of the most utterly sinful things we could be doing to each other.” Your words seemed to have an effect on him as you watched his pants grow tight around his bulge. You could not help but smirk to yourself a bit.

“God,” he growls lowly, “You have no idea how badly I yearn to do those utterly sinful things you think of to you, I cannot keep my eyes off of you in class, not only are you the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes upon, you also have a mind so extraordinary that it turns me on even more, I cannot even imagine all the brilliant things you will do but right now I think we both owe each other this moment, I have never met someone who made me almost intimidated by their intellect, I need you, Y/n, so will you let me have you?”

“God yes,” you practically moaned.

A smirk grew on his face, “Have you done this before?” he asked as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Yes Sir, I have done things before,” you said quietly, your heart pounding in your chest.

“What things? Have you ever had sex or just sucked cock?” he stares at you intently, his eyes full of lust.

“Just sex,” you blush hard under his stare. Your confession only seemed to intrigue him more.

“Oh my darling so you’ve never sucked a cock before?” he teases and you shake your head no. “Well, it seems to me that I have so much to teach you,” his smirk consumed his face. You nodded in agreement.

“Yes Sir, please, teach me.” You were practically begging. By this point, your clit was throbbing and you were so nervous but so excited to suck off your professor. He walked over to his desk and sat in his chair before waving you over. You rushed over quickly, your heart pounding in your chest, and stood before him.

“On your knees darling,” he chuckled condescendingly. You dropped to your knees in an instant before looking up at him awaiting your next instruction. “You listen so well, you’re already being such a good girl for me,” he teases as he undoes his belt, the button, and the zipper on his trousers and pulls himself out of his boxers. His cock was huge and you could not fathom fitting all of him in your mouth. His member bobbed in front of your face, his tip was red and swollen and slick with precum. You were so caught up in staring that it wasn’t even until you heard a small chuckle escape his lips that you realized you had been staring. You shook your head and looked back up at his eyes to find him grinning, so obviously amused. “Like what you see, sweetheart?” he taunts.

“Yes Sir,” you nodded, your nerves on fire.

“Good,” he smirks, “Touch me, darling, don’t be scared,” he waves his hand, gesturing for you to grab him. You reach out, your hand is shakey and clammy from your nerves, and you notice a sweat begin to come on, just waiting to break across your forehead. You grab him before looking up at him. “Now stroke me, darling,” he nods at you to begin and you start to stroke him, moving slowly because there is nothing to lube him with. “Spit on it, love, it’ll help,” he instructs. Your clit begins to burn from the arousal of the moment and the way he speaks to you. You lean over and spit on his cock. You rub it over his already slick tip and watch as his cock twitches from your touch. You begin pumping him and look up at him as you do.

“How is this, Sir?”

“Good but now give me a few more pumps before taking my tip, just my tip into your mouth.”

“Yes Sir,” you nod, your heart racing as you pump him a few more times before leaning over as instructed and taking just his tip in your mouth. You let your tongue flick over the slit on his tip taking in the bitter, salty taste of his precum as you continue to pump his shaft, you loved having his taste coat your tongue. You feel his hips shudder under you as his tip throbs against your tongue. The way his body reacts makes you eager to take more of him into your mouth. You slowly slide your head down fitting about half of his length in your mouth but stop before you let him hit the back of your throat so you do not gag on him. Your greediness earns you a couple of low moans and groans from your professor. His moans only made your desire for him grow. Your cunt was dripping for him.

“Fuck,” he growls, “Good girl, just like that, relax your jaw and breathe and take me down your throat,” he instructs, his hand going to grab a fistful of your hair as he lets his head fall back and his mouth stayed cracked open. You whimpered around him and took a deep breath in through your nose as you relaxed your jaw and took your professor down your throat. You tense up but quickly remind yourself to keep breathing and swallow around him as you bob your head on his length. His grip on your hair tightens as you continue to bob your head. You drool all over him as you move on him sloppily as he jerks his hips up towards you, his cock twitching more and more often inside your mouth. You hollowed out your cheeks around him loving the feeling of having him inside your mouth. You were almost getting yourself off just by thinking about him cumming inside your mouth. “Look at you, taking me so well already, such a quick learner,” he grunts looking down at you, loosening his grip on the back of your head to brush hair out of your face. “Why don’t you get on my desk and let me fuck you as a reward for being such a good girl for me?” You whimpered around him and pulled off with a pop. Your lips were slick and swollen and you had saliva running down your chin. He could not take his eyes off of you, “God,” he growled, “You look so perfect.” You felt almost intoxicated but his words made your skin hot.

“Thank you, Sir,” you whispered as you wiped your drool off your chin, licking your lips one more time as you propped yourself on his desk to take in every last bit of his taste. He watched as you sat on his desk, he was practically undressing you with his eyes. He got up from his desk chair and gripped your thighs, pushing them open swiftly making your skirt roll up before leaning down to kiss under your ear. He nipped at your earlobe as he pressed himself against your soaked panties before letting his hot breath hit the inside of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He was so dark yet gentle.

“Now Y/n, let me show you how a real man fucks,” he growled into your ear as he slide his hand up your inner thigh and hooked his finger through your panties holding them to the side as he splits you open with his tip and buries himself deep inside you in an instant.

“Oh fuck, Professor,” you couldn’t help but cry out. Your hips bucked and shifted to adjust yourself to his length. You had never had a cock so big inside you before. Your walls were fluttering around his throbbing cock, you were already basking in the feeling of pleasure and pain from having him stretch you out.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he groaned into the crook of your neck, sending goosebumps all over your skin as he began to pick up his pace. You took in a sharp breath and let your muscles relax allowing him to fix more of him inside you. “God you take me so well,” he moaned out and began leaving kisses on your neck, gentle at first but they quickly became rough. You made him feral, you had him aching with an animalistic desire for you. He began to suck on the skin of your neck taking it into your mouth as his tongue rolled over it, leaving a throbbing hickey. You whimper under his touch and choke back moans. He continued to leave hickeys all over your neck and collarbones as his thrusts became frantic and desperate. His cock massaged your walls and your hips writhed with his to meet him every time he buried his cock as deep inside.

“Oh fuck Professor, you feel so good,” you moaned. You felt him smirk against the skin of your neck before bringing himself to look deep into your eyes as he gripped your neck, his cold hands made you shudder. You locked eyes with him and found yourself becoming a moaning mess right in front of him, you felt so vulnerable, so exposed but you were loving every second of it. You feel your pussy clench around him and you could feel yourself approaching your climax.

“Jesus fuck,” he howled, “I swear to fucking god your pussy will be the death of me.” He let his grip on your neck loosen before sliding his hands under your ass, lifting you a bit, pulling your hips to be as flush against his as possible. He was loving every second of being buried in your tight, hot, dripping cunt. You let your legs spread wider as he began to pound himself into you. You felt a familiar knot grow in the pit of your stomach and moved your hands to grip his shoulder as you felt yourself become weak under him.

“Oh, Professor! Please I am so close,” you moaned through a shattered breath.

“Already my love?” he teases, “I was just getting started,” he smirks before pulling himself out of you. You whined at the emptiness in your cunt, the knot in your stomach was slowly fading away. You were on the verge of tears. He noticed the way your eyes glossed over with tears and chuckled, “Now now,” he teased, “Do not worry my darling, I’m going to have you cumming all over my cock soon enough,” he smirked and pulled you off his desk before turning your around and bending you over his desk. There was no time for you to process what was going on before you knew it he was driving his cock in and out of you again.

“Oh fuck yes!” you gripped the edge of the desk in front of you, your knuckles turning white. You were in complete and utter bliss to have him fill you up again. His thrusts were rough, his hips were slamming against your ass. Tears of pleasure began to roll down your cheeks as your gut began to tighten. You were so fucking close. “Fuck! Right there, do not stop!” you moan out and are on the verge of coming undone.

“Oh darling, keep moaning for me like that and I might just cum in this pretty little cunt of yours,” he moaned.

“God yes!” you cried out, your walls clenching around him, “Please cum inside me Professor I want you to fill me up,” you were so needy.

“Fuck,” he growled, your words were sending him over the edge. His grip on your hips was so tight he was digging into you. He gave you his last powerful thrust before spilling himself into you. You felt his cum fill you up sending you over the edge. You became limp on his desk as you let the most sinful of sounds slip your lips. Your walls were throbbing around him and you were seeing stars. You were left panting as he pulled out of you and leaned over to push the hair off the back of your neck before pressing a gentle kiss on it. “You did so well for me darling,” he said breaking the silence.

“T-Thank you, Sir,” you pant, still in a haze. You listened as his footsteps walked away from where you two were and heard a drawer open. After he gathered whatever it was he needed he came back. You felt a towel on your inner thigh. He was cleaning the both of you up. Your heart did a flip as you did not expect this from him. “Thank you, Sir,” you begin as you stand up, “but there is really no need,” you continued.

“Don’t be that way, I said I was going to take care of and I am, I am a man of my word,” he finished cleaning you both up. You both fixed your clothing quickly. You looked up at him nervously not knowing what to do next. “I think you will find yourself truly pleased if you stay after class again tomorrow, Miss Y/l/n,” he smirked playfully, already ready to go again.

“Yes Sir, I’d love to,” your cheeks flushed as you turned to head to the door.

#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts student #hp fandom #hp smut #rough kink #smut #teacher x student #harry potter #moonyeyedstar #tom riddle #Professor!tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #professor tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle smut #slytherin #tom riddle x you #tom riddle imagine

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realitybitesyouknowit · 2 years

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Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Potter/Severus Snape Characters: James Potter, Severus Snape, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Fleamont Potter, Remus Lupin, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Eileen Prince Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Young Severus Snape, Non-Canon Relationship, Severus is younger than the rest, Pre-Hogwarts, Hogwarts Era, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), m-preg, Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Intersex, Mpreg, Threats of Rape/Non-Con Summary:

The Princes have always been famous for producing male bearers. Male bearers were considered a gift from Lady Magic herself. Every child produced from a male was believed to be twice more powerful, which was why they were sought out.

Severus was the first male bearer in hundreds of years.

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pollyna · 1 year

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If people give shit to Mav because nobody believes he's married to someone with a boring name like Tom, when they ask Iceman who he's married to and he answers Pete, everybody smiles along, and yeah, yeah, it does make sense. Pete could be a lawyer, a kindergarten teacher, a doctor or a botanist, it wouldn't be very relevant because Pete is the man Admiral Kazansky goes on trips with, to hike in Yellowstone Park and to skydive that time he was bored and without anything to do. Pete is the man who sometimes makes him lunch and always, always, leaves little silly notes in the admiral's jacket when he has long meetings and conferences outside the national border. Pete, who asked Tom to marry him back in '91 and said yes when Tom asked in '11. Pete is a calm, normal, borderline boring, and composed person who loves the Admiral and likes a peaceful and relaxed life.

Yeah, exactly that Pete.

(But then Tom introduces his husband to them, and they can be admirals or secretaries or janitors alike, and everyone thinks that they really really don't know Admiral Kazansky at all.)

((Mav's favourite story is about that time Ice introduced him to Admirals Simpson and Cain. Years later, he's still crying for how much he laughs when he tells the tale.))

#@ discord does the work #i just made it a lil more mine #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #sweet kind pete and then it's maverick but tom is still talking about him in the same way #kindergarten teacher isn't all wrong lol he has 12 aviators now #top gun (1986)#otp: i heard from the heavens that clouds have been grey #otp: things get old our love is gold #i'm sad bc the pre-mixed base for the pancake didn't taste like anything at all efwiufeiu i will have to them homemade :(

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waitimcomingtoo · 1 year

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When Will You Realize…

Pairing: single dad!Tom Holland x teacher!Reader

Synopsis: Tom falls for his daughters teacher

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“Can’t I just stay with you today?”

“No, honey bee. We can’t do that anymore. I loved spending everyday with you this summer but now it’s time for you to go to school.” Tom told his daughter as they looked at her school building together.

“But I don’t wanna go.” She pouted and rested his head on Tom’s shoulder.

“I know. I don’t want you to go either. But you have to, Vienna. You’re 4 now. You’re old enough to go to school.” Tom told her as he held her little face between his hands.

“You’ll come back?” She asked with teary eyes.

“I’ll always come back.” He told her as he tugged on one of her brown curls. Tom wiped her tears with his thumb before pulling her face closer to kiss her cheek.

“Bye bye. I love you.”

“Bye daddy.” Vienna sniffled and slowly walked into the building.

A few hours later, Tom stood outside his car and waited for Vienna to come out of the parent pick up door. He soon saw her coming out of the building, holding your hand.

“Daddy!” Vienna broke into a smile when she saw Tom and ran into his arms. Tom scooped her up and kissed her face as you walked towards them. Tom did a double take when he saw you and felt his whole face heat up.

“Who’s that?” He asked his daughter.

“That’s Ms. Y/n. She’s my teacher.” Vienna said and waved to you.

“That’s your teacher?” Tom’s heart raced as you approached them. He expected his daughters teacher to be some old lady in a hand knit cardigan so the sight of you knocked the wind out of his chest.

“Hi. You must be daddy.” You smiled and held out your hand.

“I am. Most people call me Tom, though.” Tom joked as he shook your hand. He felt his face flush as he looked into your eyes and you gave him a shy smile.

“Hi Tom. I’m Ms. Y/n. And I have to say, I’m a big fan of your work.”

“My work?” Tom wondered.

“Vienna.” You told him. “I know I just met her but love her.”

“Oh.” Tom smiled when he got the joke. “So do I. Sometimes.”

“Daddy!” Vienna laughed and tugged at Tom’s sleeve.

“Shh. You weren’t supposed to hear that.” He teased her as he tickled her stomach. You watched with a fond smile as Vienna giggled and squirmed away from Tom. Tom noticed you staring and felt himself blush again.

“So is Y/n your first name or your last name?” He asked you.

“First. We go by first names around here. It’s easier for the kids to pronounce.”

“That makes sense. So if I wanted to call you by your last name…” He trailed off and looked at you for an answer. He was discretely trying to find out if you had a husband before he let his crush get too extreme.

“You’d call me Ms. L/n.” You replied, already picking up on what he was trying to do.

“I see. Did you always come with this last name? Or perhaps was this last name given to you from a spouse via a martial arrangement?” He asked, making you laugh.

“I’m not married, if that’s what you’re asking.” You smiled coyly.

“Psh. I wasn’t asking that.” Tom lied as his face flushed.

“Why are you so red, daddy?” Vienna asked, making Tom shoot her a look as you laughed.

“Oh, okay. Sure.” You said sarcastically. You and Tom exchanged another look and your shot him a wink.

“We should probably get going. But we’ll see you tomorrow.” Tom said as began to lead Vienna away. He only walked a few paces before turning around and walking back to you.

“What about a boyfriend?” He asked, making you laugh.

“I’ll see you at drop off, Mr. Holland.” You avoided his question with a coy smile.

“Tom.” He corrected you with a matching smile.

“Tom.” You repeated, making his face flush over the way you said his name. You waved goodbye to the both of them before walking away. Tom watched you as you went and talked to another kids parents and noticed you didn’t give the dad the same attention you gave Tom.

“Are we gonna go home, daddy?” Vienna asked and tugged at Tom’s sleeve again. Tom snapped out of his love struck daze and nodded.

“Yeah, honey bee. Let’s go home.”

The next day, Tom waiting at parent pick up and felt equally excited to see you as he felt to see his daughter. He broke into a smile when he saw you and Vienna coming out of the building.

“Daddy I don’t wanna go home. I wanna stay here.” Vienna said as Tom scooped her up.

“You’ll come back tomorrow, honey bee. But we gotta go home now.” Tom told her with a sympathetic smile.

“I don’t wanna go home. I wanna stay.” Vienna whined just as you walked up to them.

“What kind of magic did you work that these kids don’t want to leave?” Tom whispered to you over Viennas shoulder.

“I don’t know. I guess they just had a good day at school.” You smiled innocently at Tom before looking at Vienna.

“Don’t tell your daddy about the spell I cast on you to make you love school.” You whispered loudly to Vienna as you poked her stomach, making her giggle.

“Can Ms. Y/n come eat dinner with us? Please, daddy?” Vienna asked Tom.

“Not tonight, honey bee. Maybe some other time.” Tom said with a shy smile. You winked at him again before returning your attention to Vienna.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay Vienna? We can play together then.” You promised her.

“Okay.” Vienna reluctantly sighed.

“Can I have a hug?” You asked her when you noticed her sad expression. She immediately lit up and reached out to you. You stepped forward and hugged her while she was still in Tom’s arms, making your faces nearly brush each others. Tom blushed but you didn’t seem to notice.

“I’ll miss you.” You told her as you moved her hair out of her face.

“I’ll miss you too.” Vienna said and wiggled out of Tom’s arms until her put her down on the ground.

“Daddy, give her a hug goodbye.” Vienna said and pointed to you.

“Oh, she doesn’t want a hug.” Tom laughed awkwardly.

“Sure I do. Bring it in.” You said and opened your arms. Tom turned red as you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a hug. He hugged you back, letting it linger for a minute as he rubbed his hand up and down the material of your sweater. When you pulled away, you both had on shy smiles as you avoided eye contact.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked him.

“See you tomorrow.” He nodded and started to walk away.

“Uh, Tom?” You called after him.

“Yes?” He immediately wiped around, hopeful of what you could say.

“Are you forgetting something?” You laughed and discreetly pointed to Vienna.

“Oh. Yeah. My child.” He remembered and went to take Viennas hand. You laughed as you waved goodbye to the both of them and watched them until they pulled away in their car.

The next day, Tom showed up to parent pick up 20 minutes early. He noticed that he didn’t get as much time to speak to you when he came late as you were consumed with the other parents, so he got there early to ensure he got his time with you. Once you spotted Tom in his car, you came out of the building holding Viennas hand.

“Hey Ms. Y/n.” Tom smiled in excitement when you came over to him.

“Hey Tom. Can I talk to you for a second?” You asked and nodded towards the side. You left Vienna with one of her friends and pulled Tom to the side to talk.

“What’s up?” He asked you, feeling a mixture of nervous and hopeful to be talking to you privately.

“Who usually does Vienna’s hair in the morning? You or your wife?” You asked him, catching him off guard.

“I do it. Why? Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing bad. It’s just….” You trailed off and looked at Vienna messy head of honey brown curls.

“I’ll cut right to it. Vienna’s hair is a mess. A straight up mess. She came in today with a marker stuck in it. Then she proceeded to get three more markers stuck in it because it’s so messy.” You told him.

“Ah, geez. I’m sorry. Her mom died when she was still a baby so I never learned how to do her hair. I was kinda hoping she’d be baby bald forever.” Tom admitted, making you chuckle a little.

“Well she’s not. Shes got a lot of hair.” You laughed and looked over at Vienna again, who was pulling a crayon out of her hair to give to a classmate.

“I know. It’s all over out house. I found it in my butt crack the other day.” Tom said, immediately regretting sharing so much. You looked at him in surprise and he turned bright red.

“I wish I didn’t say that.” He said after a beat of silence.

“I wish you didn’t either.” You laughed, making him feel better. He gave you an embarrassed smile and you changed the subject for his sake.

“I’m sorry to hear about her mom. I didn’t know she didn’t have one.” You said in a soft tone.

“Thanks. She was too young to remember her anyway.” Tom brushed it off.

“But I’m sure you do.” You said with a sympathetic smile. Tom was stunned to silence for a minute as he realized he hadn’t thought about it that way. Most people expressed their sympathy for Vienna no longer having a mother, but Tom really revived sympathy for no longer having a wife.

“Yeah. I do.” He said quietly.

“It must be hard doing this alone.” You said and put your hand on his shoulder. Tom felt his heart pound in his chest at the contact and nodded his head.

“Can’t be much harder than teaching 17 4 year olds how to read and tie their shoes every day.” He chuckled softly.

“That’s true. That’s not much easier.” You admitted. “But for what it’s worth, I think you’re doing a great job. Vienna is a kind, smart, intelligent, and wonderful girl. That’s a reflection on her daddy.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” Tom said sincerely.

“You’re welcome, Tom.” You smiled and gave his shoulder a squeeze. Tom blushed again and put his hand on top of yours.

“Is that all you needed to tell me? That my daughters hair is wack?” Tom said with a teasing smile.

“No, that’s not all. I actually wanted to offer my services.”

“Your services?”

“Yeah. I don’t have any kids of my own but I’ve been a teacher for a few years now. Plus, I was a little girl myself once. I could teach you how to manage her hair, if you’d like.” You said with a shy smile.

“Really? You’d do that?” Tom asked hopefully.

“Of course. If that’s something you’d be interested in, I could come over after school one day and give you some lessons.”

“Yeah. I’d love that!” Tom blurted. “I mean, we’d love that. Vienna would love that. And so would I.”

“Does Friday work?” You chuckled at his excitement.

“Friday is perfect.”

“Cool beans. See you then.” You winked at him before walking away, leaving him with butterflies in his chest.

On Friday, you waited with Vienna by the front of the school until the last kid was picked up. Tom pulled up outside and got out of the car with a huge smile.

“Daddy!” Vienna ran to Tom and jumped into his arms. Tom scooped her up and kissed her cheek a few times before buckling her into her car seat. He then opened the passenger door for you with a shy smile.

“After you.” He said and gestured to the seat.

“Why thank you.” You curtsied for him before getting in the car.

“Ms Y/n is coming home with us?” Vienna asked once you were all in the car.

“Yeah. I wanted to surprise you.” Tom smiled at her through the rear view mirror.

“Yay!” Vienna cheered and reached her hand out. You reached your hand back and held her hand for the entirety of the car ride. Tom smiled to himself when he saw how close you two were before smiling at you. You smiled back at him and gave him one of your infamous winks. Tom pulled into the driveway within a few minutes and got out of the car to open your door for you. You got Vienna out of her car seat and carried her inside while Tom unlocked the door. You put Vienna down and he ran to go play, leaving you and Tom alone.

“Sorry it’s a little messy.” Tom apologized as you all stepped into the house. You looked around at all the evidence that a little girl lived there and smiled to yourself.

“No apology necessary. You should see my classroom. There’s half a peanut butter sandwich stuck to the ceiling and a pencil sticking out of the wall.” You told him.

“Yeah, I know a little about that. There’s a drawing of Olaf holding hands with Simba on my bedroom wall.” Tom chuckled.

“I would love to see that someday.” You said with a coy smile, making Tom turn bright red. He was too flustered to say anything so you quickly changed the subject.

“Why don’t we get started? What shampoo and conditioner do you use?”

“This.” Tom said and picked up a bottle of the counter.

“Oh.” You said after reading the bottle of Axe he had handed you.

“Is it bad? It’s the one I use too.”

“4 in one?” You looked up at him with a teasing smile.

“Yeah. It’s shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and face wash. And it smells like “dark temptation”, which is really nice.” He replied. You burst out laughing before taking a bottle out of your bag.

“What if we try this? It’s an all natural shampoo. And it smells like rainbow blast. Whatever that means.” You handed it to him before going back into your bag.

“And this. This condition is really good for getting out knots and tangles. And it’s specifically made for curly hair.“ You told him and handed him another bottle.

“Wow. This is perfect. We can give that a try.” Tom smiled as he looked at the bottles of shampoo and conditioner that he always walked past in the store because he was too overwhelmed to pick one. You smiled back at him before taking another bottle out of your bag.

“This is body wash. I know Vienna likes unicorns so I found one with them on it.”

“Thank you. Yeah, she really likes unicorns.” Tom smiled fondly at how well you knew his daughter.

“You’re welcome. Oh, and this.” You said and handed him a fluffy yellow loofah.

“What the hell is this?” Tom asked as he stared at the loofah in disbelief.

“A loofah.”

“A what?”

“You put the body wash on it and then scrub yourself. You’ve never seen one?”

“I thought those only existed in movies.” Tom whispered, too afraid to say it out loud.

“They’re real.” You laughed. “Yellow is her favorite color right?”

“Yes. Like every other little girl.” Tom chuckled.

“She’s not like every other little girl. I love that about her. She’s already her own person and she’s only 4.”

“Yeah. She’s a great kid.” Tom smiled fondly at the thought of her.

“She gets it from her daddy.” You said and took a step closer to him.

“I think it has more to do with the great influence she has at school.” Tom shrugged and took a step towards you.

“Maybe it’s the combination of the two.”

“Maybe. We make a pretty great team.” Tom smiled and pointed between the two of you.

“We do.” You agreed and leaned towards him ever so slowly. Tom leaned in as well but right before your lips could touch, he lost his nerve and pulled away. You looked to the ground in disappointment but quickly filled the silence.

“So, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you actually.” You said to him.

“Oh yeah? What’s up?”

“How did Vienna get her name? Was it the city or the song?”

“The song. But specifically the use of the song in the 13 Going on 30 movie. That scene always made me cry. And when I saw her for the first time, I couldn’t imagine naming her anything else.” Tom told you, retelling that’s your for the first time in a long time. You stared at him for a minute with a fond smile, almost not believing what he just said.

“What?” Tom wondered when he saw the way you were staring at him.

“Nothing. I just love that movie.”

“You do?”

“Are you kidding? It’s one of my favorite movies of all time. It’s so romantic.” You sighed happily.

“It’s very romantic. But if I went into a closet on my birthday and then missed the next 17 years of my life, I’d be pretty freaked out.”

“Yeah. They never really address that. She’s just exited to have a bigger closet.” You chuckled.

“Honestly, that is pretty exciting. I might give up the next 17 years of my life for a bigger closet.” Tom said and stepped towards you again.

“But think of all the things you’d miss.”

“Yeah? Like what?” He asked with a coy smile.

“You tell me.” You returned the smile and leaned in closer to his face.

“What are you guys doing?” Vienna asked, making you both jump apart.

“Nothing. Let’s do your hair, yeah?” You said quickly. You picked Vienna up and put her in a chair in front of a big mirror. Tom watched with awe as you sprayed her hair with water and began to smooth it back.

“Okay. Let’s start with the basics.” You began. “This is a pony tail. All the hair goes to the back. You can have fun with this. It can be a high pony or a low pony. And it’s great to accessorize with a bow or scrunchie. Here. You try.”

Tom gulped nervously as tried to copy what he just watched you do. It took him a minute, but he eventually formed a pony tail in Vienna’s hair.

“That was good!” You clapped for Tom. He blushed and stepped to the side so you could show him more.

“These are pigtails. Pigtails are two pony tails on either side of the head.” You explained and showed him the hairstyle you just did.

“That’s a lot of tails.” Tom mumbled under his breath.

“You try.” You laughed and stepped to the side. Tom did his best to copy what you had done and ended up with two sloppy pigtails on either side of Vienna’s head.

“Amazing. You’re a natural.” You complimented him. “But now this is the real test. Can you braid?”

“Braid?” Tom gulped.

“Yeah. Like this.” You said and braided Viennas’s hair with ease.

“Darling, I believe those are called plaits.” Tom clicked his tongue at you, sending shivers down your spine.

“Mmm, sure. Plaits.” You laughed. “Let me show you how to plait.”

“I believe you’re mocking me.” He smiled teasing as he took his daughters hair in his hands.

“Me? Never.” You said sarcastically. “Now, you can have a lot of fun with braids- er - I mean plaits. You can do a pony tail and then a plait, two plaits, French plaits, Dutch plaits. Or my favorite….” You trailed off as you made a Dutch braid that went all the way across Vienna’s head and ended on her shoulder.

“This is how I wore my hair every day as a little girl.” You said as you proudly showed Tom your work.

“Do you like it daddy?” Vienna asked as she admired herself in the mirror.

“I love it. You look beautiful.” Tom smiled at her in the mirror before kissing the top of her head. You carefully undid the braid in Vienna’s hair so that Tom could give it a go.

“Here. You try.”

“Like this?” Tom asked after loosely recreating the braid you had made.

“Almost. May I?” You asked and went to place your hands over his.

“Go ahead.” He nodded as his throat went dry. You smiled and put your hands over his to help him with the braid.

“Perfect. You made a perfect plait.” You smiled proudly at him once the braid was done.

“No. This right here is a braid.” Tom said, making your smile grow. You stared at each other for a minute before you both started to lean in.

“Bun.” You blurted before your lips could touch.

“What?” Tom asked and pulled away.

“Do you know how to do a bun?” You quickly changed the subject to relieve the tension.

“Oh, uh, no.” Tom shook his head and hoped his disappointment wasn’t as obvious as it felt. You showed him how to do a bun without making eye contact with him and eventually get yourself relax.

“I have one last thing to show you.” You told him.

“Oh no. I can’t handle anymore.” He chuckled.

“That’s why this is perfect. One that days when you just can’t be bothered to do a hairstyle, the headband is your best friend.” You said as you handed Tom a yellow headband you had brought.

“This is a boomerang.” Tom said and pointed to it.

“No, actually, it’s not. It’s exactly what I just told you it was.” You laughed and put the headband in Vienna’s hair.

“Boom. Headband.”

“It’s that easy?” Tom’s eyes widened.

“It’s that easy.” You nodded.

“Wow. Her hair hasn’t looked this good since it first came out of her head.” Tom said in disbelief.

“I honestly believe you.”

“Thanks so much. How can I repay you?” Tom asked you while Vienna admired herself in the mirror.

“Please. The pleasure was all mine.” You said and squeezed his shoulder again.

“Can Ms. Y/n stay for dinner? Please daddy?” Vienna asked.

“That’s up to her.” Tom said and looked at you.

“I’d love to.”

You and Vienna cleaned up the hair supplied while Tom got started on dinner. You left Vienna to play in her room before going to help Tom in the kitchen. He put on an old song and twirled you under his arm, making you feel like you were an old married couple. You snuck glances over at him every few seconds as you chopped up some vegetables and brushed against his shoulders every time you had to move past him.

By the time you finished dinner, Vienna’s eyes were shutting every few seconds as she rested her hand on her cheek.

“Come on. I think it’s time for you to get some sleep.” Tom said and picked her up. You followed them in Vienna’s room and stood back as he tucked her into her bed.

“Can I stay up for just five more minutes? Please, daddy?” Vienna asked through a yawn.

“Sure. Just five more.” Tom agreed. You put a hand on his shoulder and stroked your pinky down Vienna’s nose a few times until her eyes shut. Her soft snores soon filled the room so the two of you snuck out and quietly shut the door behind you.

“How did you do that?” Tom asked once you were alone.

“Magic.” You whispered and ran your finger down Tom’s nose the way you had done to Vienna. He blushed a pink all the way to his ears and leaned into your touch.

“I guess I should probably go.” You said softly as you pulled your hand away.

“You don’t have to.” Tom offered, hoping you wouldn’t go.

“I don’t?” You asked and took a step towards him.

“I mean, not to brag, but I do have 13 Going on 30 on DVD.”

“Oh do you now?” You raised an eyebrow.

A few minutes later, you were sitting on Tom’s couch with your head on his shoulder while 13 Going on 30 played. You talked about all the things you couldn’t talk about while Vienna was awake and slowly got to know each other better and better. You looked over at each other every so often to make sure the other was enjoying themselves. The movie ended all too soon and before you knew it, you were standing by his front door again.

“I had a good time tonight.” You told him, feeling like you were a teenager again.

“So did I.” Tom smiled. “Maybe you could swing by tomorrow and show me how to do those French braids again? Or you could just move in and teach me everything. Do you think you could talk to her about her first period while you’re here?”

“She’s 4.” You laughed.

“I know. When do periods start again?” He asked and nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry. You still have a couple years before you have to think about that.” You laughed again and patted his chest.

“I know I do. But I worry now because I won’t have someone like you in a couple years to educate me like you did today. And the Internet can only teach me so much.” Tom said with genuine sadness.

“Who says I won’t be around in a couple years?” You shrugged and took a step towards him.

“Well, the school only goes up to 5 year olds. She’ll be out after next year.”

“That’s true. What are you gonna do about it?” You asked him as you tilted your head to the side.

“I don’t know. Do you have an ideas?” He asked and put his pinky under your chin to tilt your face closer to his.

“I’m a teacher. I’m full of ideas.” You replied before leaning in the rest of the way to kiss him.

Vienna was driven to her grandparents the following morning while you hid in Tom’s room, still tangled in his bed sheets. You stared at the drawing of Olaf and Simba with a fond smile until Tom came back.

“Okay. My parents are letting her sleep over at their house tonight. That means you can stay the night again.“ Tom smiled in excitement as he climbed back into the bed with you.

“Do you feel bad that we’re lying to her?” You asked as you moved some hair off of Tom’s forehead.

“I did at first. But somewhere between the first kiss and waking up beside you, I stopped feeling any sort of remorse.” Tom smirked before leaning in to kiss you again.

“Yeah.” You smiled against his lips. “Me too.”

That Monday, Tom carried Vienna to the parent drop off door and couldn’t wait to show you the braids he had done in her hair. You noticed it immediately and gave him a knowing look.

“Hey Vienna. Nice hair.” You said and twirled one of her braids around your finger.

“Thanks Ms. Y/n.” Vienna smiled shyly before going to hug Tom.

“Bye daddy.”

“Bye, honey bee. I love you.” Tom put her down and kissed her cheek a few times before sending her into the school. You casually walked over to him and looked around for anyone who might be looking.

“Hi, Mr. Holland. Do anything fun this weekend?” You asked him with a coy smile. Tom grinned and pulled you by the waist against his body.

“I don’t kiss and tell.” He whispered in your ear before kissing you cheek. You quickly stepped away from each other afterwards so that no other parents would get suspicious but exchanged shy smiles.

“Do you think she knows about us?” Tom whispered and nodded towards Vienna.

“She’s 4. She doesn’t even know how to get dressed by herself.” You assured him.

“Okay. Good. We’ll figure out a time to tell her together, then.” Tom said with a shy smile.

“I like that. Together.” You repeated and fought the urge to kiss him again.

“I’ll see you at parent pick up?” He asked, fighting the same urge that you were.

“See you then.” You winked at him before going inside to your classroom.

“Welcome back, students. I’m glad to see you all returned for another fun filled week. Does anyone want to get up in front of the class and tell us what they did this weekend?” You asked your students once they were all in their seats. Vienna’s hand immediately shot up and you pointed to her.

“Yes, Vienna.” You called on her and she went to the front of the room with a huge smile.

“This weekend, I saw daddy kissing Ms. Y/n. On the mouth!” Vienna told the class with a huge smile. The kids reacted with a mixture of disgust and excitement from the news as you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Oh my God.” You whispered.

“I saw them kiss on Friday night when they thought I was sleeping and I thought they would kiss again but then daddy sent me to my grandmas house for the weekend. But when I came home on Sunday, Ms. Y/n’s jacket was still on my couch!” Vienna continued, sending the kids into a frenzy. Some were screaming “ew!” while others ooo’ed and made kissy faces at you.

“Oh my God.” You whispered again and pulled out your phone to text Tom.

“she knows. she 100% knows. we must’ve left her bedroom door open when we kissed. and I left my jacket on your couch”

“oh no 😦 we need to cover our tracks better next time. no more 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 until we know she’s 😴”

“not loving the emoji choice” You chuckled as you texted him. “but agreed. lesson learned”

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thebahwrites · 1 year

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No one asked me and that’s fine because that’s entirely my brand in here, but I saw a colleague’s tweet and just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

An IceMav dads + Rooster headcanon: With TGMs weird befuddled timeline and Bradley’s age being an ambiguous mess, all I want everyone to consider is:

Bradley had a Tamagotchi. Tamagotchi’s were all the rage in ‘97/’98, so a teen-ish Bradley BEGGING to get one because every kid does and of course he gets one. But it’s a Tamagotchi and those of you who are too young to even remember the rage of it, those little shits were WORK. And it was a point of PRIDE TO KEEP THEM ALIVE for as long as possible. But to keep them alive you had to give them CONSTANT attention and I mean CONSTANT.

But also he was a teen in the Icemav household and you know Iceman was the kind of loving but stern parent that required Bradley to show grades and work. So the only condition for Bradley to get it? “You can’t take it to school most days so it won’t distract you.” (He could take it Fridays and maybe the week post-tests if results were good.) But also Ice would feel bad if Bradley’s tamagotchi died because Bradley really treated it like a pet. They didn’t have pets because everyone worked so much at all times, the feral cat that decided to inhabit Mav’s workshop did not count. Solution? Ice kept the tamagotchi while Bradley was at school. They did try to leave it with Mav but Mav’s ADHD nuked it on the first week, he could NOT keep it alive more than a few hours.

So Iceman, in the late 90s and for a good portion of his YEAR, babysat a tamagotchi. He took pride in the fact him and Bradley managed to have SEVERAL 12-day (the oldest a Tama can be before dying of old age) pets.

Many of Ice’s underlings were in awe of it. Slider also helped keep the thing alive. In fact, it was a whole village effort before he handed it back to Bradley during weekdays and when not in assignments and whatnot.

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Professor Riddle (OC x T.M.R.) pt.2

Summary: OC!student is lured into Professor Riddle’s trap

Serenity frequently had dreams of the time she spent with her professor. Dreams in which the sequence of events would play out repeatedly in her mind. With a slight gasp, she’d always wake up sweaty, with a rosy tint planted on each of her round cheeks.

Professor Riddle had continued his staring at her whenever she walked by. His strong jaw clenched each time she got too close to him. Serenity loved his jaw. She could confidently say she’d loved everything about him.

It was an early Monday morning and birds could be heard chirping. Serenity knew she’d have to face him in DADA class soon. The thought did nothing to calm her nerves.

She didn’t want anybody to know, but she’d been skipping class ever since that day. She was just too nervous to sit in his classroom for an hour staring at his remarkable face.

She was afraid of many things: the possibility that one of her friends might find out about what she’d done. As well as the more frightening possibility that everybody at Hogwarts would find out and start ridiculing her.

As she walked in to the DADA classroom, she seemed to have forgotten that Professor Riddle would know about her absences, especially if they were only for his classes.

She sat down quickly, not daring to look him in the eye. She could see his long fingers, wrapped around a quill, scribbling on a spare piece of parchment. Even his writing sounded angry.

She waited until the rest of her classmates came by, hoping that her friends wouldn’t ask about why she’d been skipping. They did, of course, but they only did it because they cared for her.

Class went by faster than it usually did for her. She was dreading the moment the bell would ring. She’d been hoping that Professor Riddle would just let it go. Serenity had even come up with a few excuses.

The bell rang quickly after her latest sequence of thoughts. She jumped slightly, speed walking to the door when Professor Riddle called her name, “Miss Hart, if you have any time, I’d like for you to stay after class.”

She stopped suddenly in her tracks. Her mind was racing, beginning to think up every possible punishment he could have waiting for her.

She made her way over to him and asked, “Hello Professor, what is it that you need from me?” His eyes narrowed on her and he sat down gracefully in his chair. “I’d like to discuss your absences in my class,” he mused.

“Surely nothing is wrong?” he grinned. She could already feel herself blushing at his remark. “Nothing’s wrong, Professor,” she mumbled.

“You should be punished for the way you’ve been acting, darling,” he began to lean closer.

She whimpered when she felt the ghost of his lips on her own. He stood up, walking over to her side and taking her in his arms, suddenly dropping her on his desk.

His hands made their way around her waist and she closed her eyes, letting him take control. Just as she did last time.

He slowly took her neck in his hands and lightly increased the pressure on it. She cried out softly and voiced her need for him.

He was inclined to give her what she wanted, but he also wanted to tease her. He began to lay her down on her back, taking both her button-up shirt and skirt off.

He looked at her half-naked figure and his eyes grew hungry. He ran his long fingers over every part of her body in languid, circular motions. He brought his hands near her belly button and began to kiss his way down from there.

Once he got to her most sensitive part, he looked her in the eyes, only to find them closed with both pleasure and impatience. He took off her underwear, leaning ever so close to her warmth.

He gingerly stuck his tongue out, lapping lightly at her clit. Soft motions like those made Serenity even more desperate. He kneaded the soft flesh of her thigh with his dominant hand. He began to increase his tongue’s pressure on her clit, meanwhile groping her breasts with his spare hand.

His dominant hand was making its way down, just as slowly as he was moving before. His fingers felt around her wet entrance and suddenly dipped inside, causing her to cry out.

She felt the feeling that he gave her once a while ago begin to creep up on her. She began to moan loudly, feeling his fingers continually thrust in and out of her. Not to mention his skilled tongue lapping and sucking on her clit. She wondered where he’d learned that from.

She twitched and cried out as she felt herself go under the waves of her orgasm. She let them wash over her and once she was finally done, she went up to the surface and opened her eyes to find Professor Riddle smirking at her.

She looked down, catching the prominent bulge in his trousers. She inched her hand toward him slowly, wanting to take him out of his trousers. He stood idly, letting her know it was okay for her to touch him. She unbuttoned his trousers and then took his underwear off, to reveal a long, thick cock she missed dearly.

She was still perched up on the desk and she felt too tired to get on her knees and suck him off. So she just stared at him until he asked what was wrong. She told him she didn’t know what to do. He winced, not knowing much about how inexperienced she was.

“You can take the lead,” she stuttered. He did as he was told, pushing her down on her back and spreading her legs wide open for him. “You’ve done this before, right?” he questioned. The panicked look she gave told him exactly what he needed to know.

“Okay, this might hurt a bit. Just relax, alright?” he looked at her suspiciously, making sure she was okay. He grabbed his cock and stroked it languidly before he positioned himself right at her entrance. She whined as he pushed himself inside of her slowly.

He was right, it did hurt a bit. She tried to focus on his face, beautifully contorted with pleasure. The way he looked at her had her forgetting about the pain she was in.

He reached a point where he couldn’t go any deeper and he took his cock out, then proceeding to resume his earlier position inside of her. He rubbed his thumb on her clit as he slowly thrusted inside of her.

His pace sped up and she tightened at the sensation. He grabbed her legs and pulled her closer to him, putting her legs on his shoulders. She cried out at the feeling and grasped her hair tightly to control her body.

The sound of skin slapping against skin would be heard if it weren’t for the silencing charm Professor Riddle had casted before Serenity came in for class.

She felt a different, deeper tension than she’d felt before. She moaned loudly, demanding Riddle to go faster. He could tell she was about to snap too. Her legs shook and her breathing became shallow as she came. Not long after, she felt warm spurts of liquid erupt inside of her. She registered Professor Riddle, shaking and grunting.

After a few minutes, Serenity willed herself to stand up, but her legs were sore. “I apologize about that,” Professor Riddle mumbled. “It’s okay,” she smiled. She took a good look at his face and felt the strong urge to kiss him or at least hug him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tippy toes. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, his kisses were so soft.

She grasped his hair and tugged, making him groan. He squeezed her hips and lower back while biting her bottom lip. She whined softly which was all it took for him to want to start round two. He pulled away and straightened his back. “I have a lot of papers to grade, I can’t waste time right now,” he said. She frowned at the implications of his words but didn’t dare try to argue.

“Alright then, I guess I’ll be back tomorrow Professor,” she started to exit the room. “It’s Tom, call me Tom,” he smirked. She blushed as she turned to exit his classroom, making a mental note to get herself into more trouble soon.

The End

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