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sinsirellaxx · 3 days
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Toxic!Slytherin boys and them actually falling in love with the reader? Like the Slytherin boys don’t just want to have control over the reader, they want to have a future together after they realize their true yet toxic love for the reader.
I just love the idea of these hurt toxic boys tryna be better.
Toxic Slytherin boys – When they actually fall in love with you
Warning: Kinda toxic yet not so toxic boys
Mattheo …
… chokes on his saliva when he realizes. He’d been having weird dreams – more like nightmares – of losing you and the relief that washes over him whenever he finally manages to wake up makes his heart skip a beat.
… would try to shrug it off and push it to the back of his mind until he couldn’t anymore. You growing more confident and making new friends felt like a bucket of ice cold water emptied on his head: he loved you and he couldn’t risk losing you.
… had to take a different approach with you, because with time you noticed the very subtle changes in him and started resisting his controlling nature.
… for the first time ever, grew insecure in your relationship: The more he fell in love with you, the brighter you shone.
… would be clingy – but not in the “You can’t go out wearing that skirt” kind of clingy, but the “let’s cuddle in bed all night, love.” Kind of clingy.
… found himself dreaming of your future life together – he suddenly wanted to have kids. But only with you.
… would put in so much effort: He’d take you out on romantic dates, buy you things that he thinks you might like, hold hands with you all the time and press the back of your hand to his lips before letting go of you, whenever you had to part ways.
… can’t go a day without hearing your voice.
… would even stop skipping classes and stop drinking if that ever bothered you.
… is afraid that you might get involved in his Death Eater business and will do anything to protect you from it – even if it meant locking you up some place far away.
“I just can’t imagine a day without you by my side.”
Theodore …
… is shocked. Flabbergasted. Stunned. At a loss for words.
… had thought he wouldn’t be able to love another woman after losing his mother. He didn’t expect he’d ever be ready to be vulnerable again. But there you stood, with that beautiful smile and those bright eyes.
… doesn’t know when it happened – it was probably, when you made pistachio cannoli in the school kitchens and presented them to him proudly. He had returned your sheepish smile with his eyes blinking dumbly at you as he tried to understand the situation. “You made them for me?”
… was head over heels for you after that day. You’d have him wrapped around your pinky – whatever you want, you’ll get.
… would be even more protective of you and glare at everyone talking to you – even his own friends weren’t spared.
… asks you to cook with him – to cook and bake for him. He’d watch you in the kitchen with heart-eyes – his mind wandering off to places.
… would plan to propose to you as fast as possible. There is no way he’d lose you.
“Amore, I know we are young. But I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Lorenzo …
… notices the little changes in his own behavior: he hugs you a little longer and a little tighter whenever you embrace him. He’ll squeeze your hand tight, whenever you’re holding hands. He’ll always wrap his arms around you protectively, whenever you are close enough.
… is scared at first – which resorts to him being even more controlling and overbearing. He’ll even consider a Blood Oath or the Unbreakable Vow to bind you to him for eternity – but when he watches you sleep on his chest at night, with a peaceful look on your face, he inwardly kicks himself for his stupidity.
… will be more patient – more respectful with you. He constantly has to remind himself that love is not about control and owning but about trust and respect.
… struggles at first. But when you take notice of the effort he puts into your relationship – into loving you – you let your guards down completely. You truly feel comfortable around him.
“I’d do anything for you, princess.”
Draco …
… struggles with the onslaught of emotions and distances himself from you.
… would be scared to show you his true feelings – but he’s also scared of pushing you away with his past behavior.
… would grow quiet and carefully think about what to do next – about how to approach you. He’d stop playing around with you.
… gives me the vibes that he’d immediately start planning your future in secret – if he is really sure about you, he’d probably confide in his mother.
… would be a complete gentleman: would buy you flowers, write you letters, spend quality time with you and really listen to what you have to say.
… he’d be much more selfless with you – what you want is more important to him than his own selfish needs.
“What have you done to me, princess?”
Blaise …
… pulls you into a soft kiss the moment he realizes. He’ll wrap his arms around you and hug you to his chest. He needed to feel you close – to know you’re there and not just a dream. Because this boy is scared you’ll disappear into thin air.
… wants nothing more than spend time with you. He’ll almost always text you first. Will initiate soft touches and innocent kisses.
… will be so soft for you.
… would claim he couldn’t sleep without you, just to watch you fall asleep in his arms. Knowing that you’ll be there in the morning when he wakes up – safe and sound.
… is still overly controlling – but just because he is afraid to lose you.
… won’t have any problems with showing his vulnerability.
“I’m scared of losing you, love. Please stay the night.”
Tom …
… is angry. Angry with you. Angry with himself. Angry with his stupid heart.
… would feel guilt settle deep in his stomach whenever he was mean to you, which bothered him because now he had to think twice about it before saying anything.
… can’t stand the thought of you spending time with other people.
… is even more jealous and protective than before – because now he actually cares.
… thinks of the Unbreakable vow as well but will actually pull through and manage to make you consent to it. He couldn’t risk losing you.
“I’ll always protect you. You are mine forever.”
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kagariasuha · 23 hours
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The Transfer Student 🪄
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hpimagines · 2 days
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Intoxicatingly sweet- L.B
(Tw: uhhh basically control over a huge emotion hm idk !! unprotected p/v, cream pie, honestly idk just enjoy)
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He didn’t mean to do it, honestly he wasn’t thinking straight. Before he knew it he’d left the chocolates on your bed and scrambled.
Odd. You stepped into your room and something seemed off, it didn’t take but a moment before you noticed the huge heart shaped box on your bed, curiously walking towards it and opening it up. Chocolates, loads of them, the smell was delicious and intoxicating, drawing you in. You couldn’t resist any longer, grabbing a piece and enjoying every flavor.
Suddenly the urge to see him took over. All you could think about was the boy you constantly crossed paths with. Lorenzo Berkshire. His perfect hair, his perfect eyes, lips, voice, face.. you loved him. Nothing was going to stop you from seeing him, you absolutely needed to see him.
Just as you were about to give up your search you spotted him. Just as you were going up to him he ran to you, “Y/n, I did something earlier and it was pretty dumb so just don’t eat the chocolates on your bed” He let the words out pretty fast, and you couldn’t believe it! He had left those chocolates just for you! Your cheeks brightened and your smile grew larger “I had some already they were delicious! Thank you so much for them!” Your excitement was infectious and soon his mostly shocked face turned into a smile.
“How do you feel about me?” He scanned your face as you spoke, “I can’t believe I’m telling you this but.. I’m in love with you!” Your words bursted out and he knew it that moment they worked. The chocolates weren’t just any chocolates, no, they were infused with amortentia. He knew how wrong this was, and he knew he shouldn’t give in, but he did. “Y/n, I’m in love with you too” He looked at you for a moment before kissing your lips softly. It was like a dream come true, your one and only finally kissing you.
The small kiss sent flutters through your body and all you knew was you needed more, “We can go back to my dorm you know” You hinted at him, he looked at you smirking,“Let’s go then shall we?” He reached out for your hand and you led the way. As soon as you stepped into the room he pushed you against the wall, left hand resting on your cheek, and right hand on your hip, you made eye contact before you leaned forward kissing his lips. He quickly took control over the kiss and was exploring your mouth.
His hand slowly began going towards your throat, squeezing softly causing soft moans. His opposite hand also exploring, squeezing your ass every so often. You felt like a wild animal needing more, but you definitely needed more than this. “Please, please fuck me Lorenzo” Your voice was more of a whimper, but maybe that’s what got him to immediately throw you onto the bed. Switch clicking and ready to show you what having sex should really feel like.
His hands ran up and down your thighs teasingly before slowly pulling down your school skirt. You took your shirt off and were left in underwear and a bra. Feeling exposed you went to cover up a little but he moved your hands away, “Just let me admire for a second love”. His words made your cheeks rush red and your heart pound, you teasingly opened your legs and bit your lip looking up at him. He chuckled, smiling and shaking his head “Fucking hell, I swear you’ll be the death of me, but I’m going to love every minute of this.”
As the words left his mouth he quickly undressed leaving his underwear for last, you could already see the outline of his dick and you were scared. He pulled them down and as scared as you were you felt yourself getting more turned on. Not only does he have an amazing body, he has a big fucking dick. “I need it already ” You mumbled, starring impatiently, the need and arousal growing. He pumped his dick slowly just looking at you as you were “Go ahead and take the rest off for me sweetheart.”
Doing as you were told you took your bra and underwear off with no complaints and laid back down, he got onto the bed and laid a pillow under your lower back just above your butt, “Trust me” He winked. With no warnings you felt his fingers gliding through your soaking pussy, without any words he connected his lips onto yours and entered two fingers, you couldn’t hold in your moans but his lips were trapping anything from escaping.
Even though He only used two fingers they were already driving you mad, they were long and slender, hitting the perfect spot everytime he curled them upwards. Just as you thought it couldn’t get any better you felt his thumb begin to rub in circles over your clit. At this rate you felt your orgasm already approaching, your stomach was turning in knots and your walls clenched around his fingers, then, he stopped.
He removed his fingers quickly, then looked at you smiling deviously. “You did so well with that, now it’s time to actually make you feel good”. His dick was at your entrance and slid in smoothly, you were so sensitive you clenched around him as he entered, not even thrusting yet you felt like his dick was in your stomach. He thrusted slowly, and that alone made you moan seemingly fueling his fire, his thrusts immediately picked up and your moans echoed through the room.
He continued thrusting into you, picking up your legs and putting them over his shoulder; He was hitting your cervix yet it felt so good, you were a screaming moaning mess. “Go on and tell me how good it feels love” His voice was breathy and deep, “It’s so good! Your dick feels so fucking good!” The words came out in broken up moans but it satisfied him perfectly.
He moved his hand down to your pussy and rubbed his thumb over your clit quickly as he thrusted in and out of you, your orgasm started building up again and you felt your legs begin to shake, “Cum for me like a good girl Y/n”. Just as the words left his mouth the feeling washed over you and he didn’t stop any of what he was doing, the pleasure was neverending and it was becoming too much, “Say cherry whenever you want me to stop”
You wanted to say it, but you couldn’t do it, you wanted more and more, “Please cum in me!” The words left your mouth so suddenly and you weren’t even thinking about it. His thrusts got harder then sloppier and you could tell what that meant. You knew he couldn’t actually cum inside of you but you absolutely needed it. No matter what consequences could happen you needed it.
All the thoughts left your brain when you felt the warm sensation of him filling you up , knowing it was Lorenzo who was doing the filling made it all the better. You don’t know why, but now all you can think about is, you hope you get pregnant so he stays forever.
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Hopefully you liked this!! I know this is like rly bad LMAO cause he literally gave her a love potion then they immediately had sex but like hey it was her idea tho right so like it’s fineeee 🤗
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voidhorcrux · 2 days
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Tom: I sometimes think of strangling you but then I remember that I love you.
Harry: What?
Tom: Goodnight, darling.
Harry: [can’t sleep after that]
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batwingsrosa · 2 days
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Snape and what a victim is supposed to look like.
Or: The reason you all hate him so much while making up excuses for other characters!
Would he still be so despised by the fandom, if he had been portrayed as weaker? As more emotional?
No, i don’t think so.
Others have said this before and i have to agree with what they said:
Y‘all are angry, because he is not the perfect victim.
He is not what you would expect a victim of abuse and bullying to look like.
He is confident.
He is strong.
He is sharp.
And he is bitter.
He is so, so bitter.
he harbours resentment.
He does not forgive those who wronged him.
When that is exactly what you would expect from a victim, is it not??
A victim is supposed to look weak and behave weak and to suck it up.
And to forgive.
When you tell people they have to forgive their tormentors, do you really tell them that so that they can heal?
Or…. so you don‘t have to deal with the mess?
Maybe, so you don‘t have to adjust your world view?
People are not obligated to forgive their tormentors.
It doesn‘t matter if they have changed.
What matters is how they made the victim feel.
And if the victim feels if they can forgive them.
And if they chose not to forgive, they turn in something else in your eyes.
They turn into the hater, the bully, the bad guy.
Bacause the victim is supposed to forgive and forget and let it go and not be bitter about it.
A victim is supposed to turn into a good person.
To learn from their experiences to be kinder to others.
To not treat others like they have been treated.
They are not supposed to not be able to let it go.
And if they are not able to do that, well then there‘s something wrong with them.
If a victim doesn‘t turn out the way they wanted them too, well - then they had it coming from the beginning and they probaly deserved what happened to them because they would have turned out bad either way!
Snape is the opposite of what a victim is supposed to be like.
Severus turned into a resentful and bitter adult.
He was never able to move on and heal from his trauma.
And at the same time, he knows who he is and what and doesn‘t make up excuses for his behaviour and instead just accepts himself the way he is.
And that is what makes you so fucking mad.
He turns into an asshole and is not sorry about it.
He is openly resentful and at times hateful.
And he is not fucking sorry about it.
And it makes all of you mad because that is not what is supposed to happen.
And let‘s not lie to yourselves- if he didn‘t have greasy hair and a hooked nose- you would look at him from an entirely different angle.
Like you do with Tom Riddle, or Regulus Black or Draco Malfoy.
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verderbensart · 21 hours
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Harry - threatens to blow up his liver.
Tom: - oh, darling, if you wanted to poke me, you could have just said so.)
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cubeapples · 2 days
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i NEED to write tomarry shittalking someone with each other. like can you imagine the combined power of their side-eyes? 😵‍💫
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Adoration - T. R.
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A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so I figured I’d post it. It’s unedited and my first time writing a sex scene so please be nice 💛 No use of Y/N. Reader is Dumbledore’s daughter
CW: Angst, so much angst; religious trauma, I guess?; Dumbledore bashing; mentions of devils; mentions of past physical abuse; trauma related to masturbation; crying, nausea, shame, and self-hatred related to masturbation; hurt/comfort kinda; praise kink; uhhh I think that’s it. Please let me know if I missed anything!!!
Does contain mature content so NO MINORS PLEASE!!! Just keep scrolling!!
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Tom hated Dumbledore. The professor reminded him too much of the priests at the orphanage. The ones who smile and pretend to be your friend, but are never there when you truly need it.
Tom hated Dumbledore. The way he so obviously played favorites while blatantly denying doing so. Slughorn was an annoying professor, but at least he admitted to his favorites.
Tom hated Dumbledore. The way the man looked as if he knew something Tom didn’t. It got under his skin; made him itch with discomfort.
But no matter how much Tom hated Dumbledore, he hated his daughter more.
You’d been his first true connection to the wizarding world. You’d been there that first day, when Dumbledore had come to visit Tom in the orphanage.
You’d stood quiet and docile as Dumbledore told Tom about his magic. Tom had listened, of course. But it wasn’t until he was alone with you later that he truly believed.
You’d sat on the edge of his rickety bed, while your father had gone to discuss things with the orphanage nuns.
“They call me a freak,” Tom had said quietly. “They say I’m possessed by the devil.”
You’d looked at him. You, with your lovely wide eyes and sweet trusting smile. “What’s a devil?” You’d asked, so earnestly. “Your magic is special. See? I can do it too.”
You’d held out your hand, concentrating. A small flower had bloomed in your palm, sprouting from nowhere. And Tom had finally believed.
Believed you and your stupid smile. Your darling sweet manner. Your soft-spoken words.
All the things he despised about you now.
Despised… and adored.
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Tom could not get you out of his head. You haunted him. Hounded him. It was maddening.
Every morning you’d smile so sweetly at him. You’d laugh or say something silly and inconsequential. And it would stick in Tom’s head all day long.
He couldn’t stand it!
You were nothing compared to him. He was Tom Riddle, the newly discovered Heir of Slytherin! The future ruler of the wizarding world! Voldemort!
You were the daughter of a half-witted buffoon who’d abandoned Tom as soon as he’d gotten to Hogwarts.
And yet, he could not get you out of his head.
Like now.
He’d been in the library, trying to study peacefully when you’d approached him with that smile of yours. You’d needed his help getting a book down.
Of course he helped; he could never truly end up saying no to your smile. Just another fact he hated.
But he’d stood too close to you while getting down the book, and he’d accidentally brushed up against you.
And now he was in his room, angrily trying to will the erection you’d unknowingly given him away.
It doesn’t work. Not after five minutes, not after ten. The memory of your blush and sweet smile was too much.
Tom can’t stand this. He has a meeting with one of his teachers in an hour!
So there’s only one thing to do.
Tom settles back into his bed, exhaling heavily. This has rarely been a pleasurable experience for him. The nuns at Wool’s were strict in their devotion to chastity. Even with the boys.
Tom’s been beaten more times than he can count after being caught trying to get some relief. So he avoids it until absolutely necessary.
And now he’s having to do it, all because of your horrendous smile.
Tom unbuckles his pants, glancing at the door to double check it’s locked. It is.
Tom takes his time pulling out his cock. Rushing feels too much like being back at the orphanage.
He grimaces at the sight. Too many bad memories are associated with what he’s about to do.
With a deep breath, Tom closes his eyes and clears his mind and wraps a hand around his cock.
The self-loathing hits after the first few moments. It’s strong enough that he falters, wanting to vomit.
But the need for release is stronger than his hatred. He continues on, swallowing down his nausea.
Every moment is like torture. His mind conjuring hateful words about himself, while his body aches with pleasure.
He starts to cry; silent tears pooling in his eyes. It’s too much. The hatred. The disgust and shame.
Just as he’s about to let go and give up, a new thought enters his mind. A smile…
His frenzied mind attaches itself to the thought like a rabid dog. Before he can even comprehend the switch, Tom’s breath is taken away.
There you are, in his mind. Sitting at the edge of his bed, smiling.
He stills immediately, but your smile isn’t mocking. It’s… peaceful.
“Silly boy,” you murmur, in his mind. “What are you so worked up about?”
Tom swallows, shaking. “You,” he whispers.
You laugh, soft and teasing. The sound makes Tom ache.
In his mind, you reach out, fingers feather soft. You grasp his cock, that ever-infuriating smile on your face.
“Silly boy,” you coo. “It’s as easy as this.”
As your imaginary hand glides along his cock, his own hand does the same. Tom whimpers. It feels incredible.
He starts to speed up, panting as your imagined self murmurs encouragements to him.
“That’s it,” you whisper to him. “That’s my good boy.”
“Your good boy,” he repeats, breathless.
You laugh again, your voice so achingly soft. And Tom cums so hard his ears ring.
He hunches over, gasping for breath. You’re gone now. His thoughts flit around aimlessly. What had just happened?
He lies back, gazing up at the ceiling in shock. He’d just— You’d— You.
He’s made a mess of his pants and bedsheets. But this time, the shame and self-hatred are overshadowed by a sudden rush of annoyance.
Of course it would be you. You, with your smile and laughter. You, who he cannot rid from his brain as much as he tries.
You.
He cleans himself up, too busy plotting how he can get his revenge to feel ashamed at the mess.
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sinsirellaxx · 2 days
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This request is so middle school core but I'm such a sucker for this trope, could you do how the toxic Slytherin boys would react to either them finding out they were a bet or you finding out you were a bet? I <3 your writing
Slytherin boys – You find out you are a bet/They find out they were a bet
Warning: Toxic Slytherin boys and physical abuse (Tom Riddle), so please proceed with caution. Otherwise have fun reading!
Also: Not proofread.
A/N: Thank you for your kind words! Honestly, same – I love those tropes that are all over TikTok. 🙈 Glad you enjoy my writing!
Mattheo …
… clenches his jaw when you glare at him with tears in your eyes, angry at himself and angry at whoever told you about the stupid bet. He watched you shake your head in disbelief before taking something out of your pockets. It was the money they had bet on. You flung the money in his face before storming out of his room. Mattheo just closed his eyes, his anger reaching a new peak as the money made contact with his face. How dare you throw something into his face?
He wouldn’t bother running after you. You’d be crawling back to him in no time.
Theodore …
… scoffs at your accusations. “Do you really believe them over me? Do you have that little trust in me?” He raises his brows, mock hurt all over his face. Theodore would make you feel bad for doubting his love for you. If his friends were the ones who told you, he’d have to talk with them. If your friends somehow found out and told you, he’d make you question their loyalties. “Don’t you see, bella? They’re trying to rip us apart. You know your friend still has a crush on me, don’t you? I didn’t want to tell you, because I don’t want to see you hurt, but it is true, cara mia.”
And just like that, you start apologizing to him. With a heavy sigh, Theodore pulls you into his arms, holding you close to his body. “I forgive you. But please – never doubt my love for you again.”
Bullet dodged.
Lorenzo …
… rubs his hands over his face as he paces around in his room. You have been trying to talk to him – apologize for your wrongdoings – but he simply wouldn’t listen. Lorenzo had already known about the bet – he was the mastermind behind it after all. He had been watching you for a while but did not know how to approach you without appearing too needy. So, instead he told his friends to make a bet with you – the goal: You have to seduce Lorenzo Berkshire. You had actually agreed and given it your best. Enzo had enjoyed the advances you had made; all the attention you had given him.
And this whole drama of him ‘finding out’ and you tearfully apologizing was just a positive side effect. It was his way to ensure your emotional dependency on him.
“How could you do this to me?” He cried softly as he slid down the wall, face in his hands as he forced himself to cry. You immediately ran to him, falling to your knees in front of him as you tried to pry his hands from his face, apologies falling from your lips like a mantra.
When you finally uttered the magical words, he had hoped for he bit back a smirk before removing his hands from his tear-stained face. Please, I’ll do anything you ask of me!
Draco …
… stared at you in disbelief. How did you find out? Raking his hand through his hair he stared at you silently. For once, he didn’t know what to say. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Because he knew that nothing he said would make it better. After a minute of silence your tears finally fell, your bottom lip trembling at the betrayal. How could you do this to me.
Your voice came out in a broken whisper before you walked out of his room, leaving the blonde to watch you leave with sad eyes.
Blaise …
… was honestly impressed when he found out about the bet. He never would have guessed you to engage in silly things such as bets. He’d underestimated you. Blaise would tell you that he knew – he’d let everything play out and watch your reactions whenever he mentioned words such as ‘bet’, ‘honesty’ and ‘loyalty’.
“I love you so much, babe. I really appreciate your honest and good-natured heart.” Blaise whispered against your lips before passionately kissing you. When he wanted to pull back, you followed him with your lips not wanting to part yet – not ready to look him into his eyes yet. You were obviously ashamed for hiding something from your boyfriend and Blaise knew. Oh, he knew, and he would enjoy watching you squirm and do anything to please him. And if you ever got mad at him for something or denied him any request, he’d throw the truth into your face and make you pay.
Tom …
… is deeply disappointed when he finds out. The more he thinks about it, the angrier he feels. And when you finally walk through the door of his dorm – he is filled with blinding rage.
“I didn’t think you’d stoop so low … how pathetic.” He grit out, his steps slow as he walked towards you with a dark look on his face. You stared at him with confusion written all over your face, your eyes wide with fear as he pressed you against the wall, trapping you between his arms.
“I can’t believe I didn’t find out sooner – and don’t you dare deny it.” He spat, clenching his jaw as he penetrated your mind. Your eyes widened when he found what he was looking for. He knew.
“Yes. I know.” He murmurs, dragging his nose from your cheek to your ear – and before you know it, one of his hands moves to your throat, fingers gripping tight as he smashes your head against the door.
“Time to reap what you sow.”
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What kind of ✨ toys ✨ would your Voldemort’s partners bring in the bedroom, and what are his reactions?
Ok, so I spent way too long thinking about this.
Bella from Beauty and the Beast sometimes brings rope. Bella from Stop all the Clocks, brings Rodolphus (the world's best service top) 😂 Voldemort is highly receptive in both scenarios.
Tom from Ouroboros doesn't as much as bring a toy, but he transforms the world around them into a toy. I think he likes playing hunter/prey games, with high stakes, chasing each other through some super cursed ruins somewhere. Voldemort thinks this is very childish, but he indulges Tom, and always enjoys a good hunt, especially when his hunter/prey is someone as intelligent and creative as...well, him.
Harry brings himself. He is the toy. He enjoys being at Voldemort's complete mercy. Voldemort will never tire of this, having the bane of his existence submit to him.
Albus brings a chess game. Look, I know that is not technically a sex toy, but they are huge nerds, ok? The games are spectacular, and it stimulates their minds, so they are all hot and bothered by the time it's time for bed. Voldemort is especially bothered if Albus wins the game (and he almost always does). Also, I feel Albus would wear some really colourful lingerie under his robes. Maybe some stockings, too (especially for Lesser Evil Voldemort). Voldemort is 10000% obsessed with Albus (in Meta and in Lesser) so he's up for everything his redheaded man wants. Fawkes wishes he would be blind, and has taken to flying far, far away as soon as the door to the bedroom closes for the day.
Abraxas brings a cock cage. A very expensive, custom made one ( what do you mean he bought it from the filthy muggles? Keep that slander to yourself! Abraxas would never! He *totally* found a wizard that makes sex toys, somewhere in the otherwise very puritanical wizarding world). It has precious gems, and it's made of gold and everything. He thinks he's going to convince/bribe/beg Tom into wearing it. Tom does, and they have sex, and then he puts it on Abraxas, curses it so only Tom can open it, and sends him home to his big Manor and his wife. Good luck trying to explain to your father why you can't get your wife pregnant, Abraxas!
Gellert and Voldemort are into some really crazy stuff. I won't even mention it. Dark artefacts that should most definitely not be used for sex find their way into their bed. Insane spells and potions and whispered plans for world domination.
Sirius brings a leash, of course. It isn't entirely clear who will wear it. Voldemort would accept pretty much anything, because if they're having sex, then that means Sirius can't leave, can he now?
(Sirius from White Bishop will eventually bring some handcuffs, and they both have belts on them at all times, so they're going to be quite busy.)
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Tom Riddle's Origin !
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I'm traveling through Edinburgh right now, where JK Rowling wrote Harry Potter. This grave I visited today of Mister Thomas Riddel apparently was the one to inspire Rowling's choice of name for Tom Marvolo Riddle!
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This is what I'm surrounded by! It's all so Harry Potter coded! I feel like a student running rampant in Hogsmeade. The inspo is flowing!
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garfunkelworld · 3 days
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tomione ||| peremo ||| virennia
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"I'll stay with you while you go," she told him as she kneeled by his head, only halfway revelling in it, because while she'd dreamed of him being dead, given her life to the task of killing him, in that moment, he wasn't a monster anymore, not now. He was just a man, a young man, terrified of what was to become of him…
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…"Shh," she said, and his breathing had quickened, coming in short, rapid breaths, and he seemed to be having trouble keeping his eyes open…
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…"Goodbye, Tom," she whispered to him.
WIP / Ink for the absolute GOAT Peremo by the wonderful @virennias /// @devdevlin
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ggadtomarry · 15 hours
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Tom & Harry marooned in an AU and Must Collaborate situation.
They are trying to get help under a spell truth.
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Tom: .... And both of us are orphans. A very powerful wizard murdered our parents.
Ppl: ooooh, you poor dears!
Harry: you fucker
Tom: it's the truth
Harry: because you killed your parents and mine, you horrible crazy unbalanced...
Tom: details. We convinced them. Enjoy your free dinner and room, fellow orphan.
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