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♡WHEN TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE IS ATTRACTED TO YOU♡
- this one is different
- you've never seen a face like this in your lifetime
- he’s utterly beautiful
- mysterious, charismatic and cunning
- painfully manipulative
- arrogant
- it’s no surprise everyone wants to be near him
-he's like the moon, and people are drawn to him like helpless moth.
- his gaze gives you chills down your spine
- you can never feel at ease when he’s close to you
- when he looks at you, you feel like the only person in a crowded room
- you quickly become addicted to his little sparks of attention
- push and pulls
- you feel wanted
- his smirk directed at you has a way of making you lose your mind a little
- with him it feels almost like an intimate gesture
- something shared just between the two of you, something special
- he seems to know everything about you
- when you two are talking for the first time he’s charming, collected and self-confident
- you can’t imagine a situation where he could get shy or lost
- “ I knew you were smart”
- when he looks deep into your eyes you feel like he’s looking into your soul directly
- he’s often silently studying your face
- your body as well
- you desperately try to remember everything he's saying, as his words are wicked yet utterly captivating
- he’s truly unique
- fascinating
- when he’s grabbing your neck your mind goes blank
- he wants every piece of your body and soul for himself
- “You are mine”
- often gives you little smiles instead of verbal answers
- always testing your limits
- when he’s angry with you you want to die
- you don’t want to disappoint him, oh no
- he knows his way with words
- telling you things you’ll never forget
- he changed you for better or for worse
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you can find more of my works about tom ♡here♡
•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙YULE BALL WITH TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙
Wearing black, perfectly tailored robes
His face is even more handsome now that his jet-black hair are all slicked back
Showing off his perfect bone-structure
High cheeks and strong jawline
He’s to die for
Full of grace, and silent confidence
His presence is truly magnetic
The room seems to gravitate towards him
Although he’s not seeking attention really
When he sees you at the top of the stairs his pupils widens slightly
But other than that he is collected as always
He stretches out his hand towards you in a gentle manner
Hands cold
So is his soul
Fingers long and slim, with few silver rings on them
Saying sweet nothings into your ear
Enigmatic smile on his face
Your heart skips a beat at that
And you lose your mind when you two are slow dancing
He’s a perfect dance partner (to no surprise)
Every one of his steps seems effortless
His hands steady on the small of your back, and he doesn’t get any lower
You melt in his close embrace
You melt when his cheek touched yours
You melt when he’s looking deep into your eyes
And even beyond them, straight into your soul
You shiver
His gaze is so powerful yet you can sense a hint of sadness behind it
Emptiness hidden deep within
Which is strange because all he do in life is succeed..
Anyway!!!
He’s always near you, even if you are not dancing together or talking to each other
Stealing glances
Getting you your favourite drink (you have no idea how he knows but he just do)
His manners are impeccable and he’s not leaving your side really as you are his date tonight
But he’s somewhat cold and distanced at all times
Not really here
Only when he kiss you breathless in a hidden corner of a castle you forget all that was before
Away from prying eyes
Only you and him
And then you finally feel truly seen by Tom
Suddenly full of desire, his cold demeanour is fading for a sweet, little moment
His eyes longing
Gripping your ass hard, pulling your body so close to his it’s almost painful
His silver rings imprinting on your soft body
And suddenly the moment is all gone, ending as quickly as it has begun
As if nothing had happened Tom fixes his hair and robes
Wipes a single tear from your slightly blushed cheek with his thumb
Leaving you all alone and undone in this hidden corner in the dark
Coming back to his reserved self
With face sculpted in a marble, lacking of any true emotion yet again
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you can find more of my works about tom ♡here♡
NIGHTS WITH TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE ☽
nocturnal creature, he flourish in the dark
surrounded by scrolls, leather bound books and old parchments that crumble with the slightest touch
yet his hands are careful and delicate as he is roaming his finger through the ancient symbols
you could watch him like this for hours, deeply focused and painfully beautiful in the dim light of candles
his furrowed brows the only sign he is a creature capable of human emotions and not just an immaculate marble sculpture
he’s not some poor scribe hunched over stack of papers, he is full of grace as he is sitting behind his desk reading and learning the most wicked things with his shoulders upright, his face sharp and regal even when he thinks no-one is watching
epitome of effortless elegance and sophisticated mind, you don't meet someone like him often if ever
his eyes are holding dark secrets in them
which you desperately want to know but can’t, he shall take them to the grave with him
also this hint of a ineffable glimpse of sadness hidden deep within as unmerciful fate always watches him closely, it kills you and it kills him too
sometimes you share a glass of wine, his head rest on yours, his free hand caress your neck and it feels right, it feels like your whole existence was made so you could be here with him right now
although you can’t see it Tom is lost in his thought, his guard lowering for a moment, his shoulders relax
“I like being close to you, you’re warm”
sometimes you are slow dancing in tight embrace, your hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat and reminding yourself once again he's alive
his head lean across yours and you feel his black strand of hair tickling your cheek
sometimes he says “I’ll take care of you” and kisses your palm gently
and sometimes he says “I want to ruin you” as he tightens his hands around your throat, tears in your eyes
sometimes he kisses your tights gently but spanks you hard
he whisper sweet little nothings in your eager little ears, he kisses you mindlessly and bites your lower lip, he makes you scream with pleasure and pain
The nightfall is silent as you two lay in bed, tangled in each-others bodies in complete darkness
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more Tom. i demand.
gladly.
.·:*¨TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE AS YOUR PROFESSOR ¨*:·
the most charismatic dada professor of the last decade, is the talk of the school immediately
his presence alone demands attention
young and utterly handsome but let that not fool you, his mind is sharp, his knowledge vast and he knows how to pass it in along to his students
well-groomed, you will never catch him off guard, calm face, dark clothes and a book in his hand (always)
strangely deep and somehow sad eyes are the only sign of his tiredness, but who wouldn’t have that look after obtaining the wicked knowledge he has?
he notices every little detail and it seems impossible to fool him so no-one even tries
he also notices those who are gifted, his eyes are especially on them you see
forming special meetings to his favourites and you are one of them
he treats his chosen ones differently, he want to know them better, infiltrate their minds
he's sending you birthday cards, in emerald-green envelope, his handwriting neat and his wishes sincere
on one of those special meetings, while talking, discussing ideas and sipping tea Professors Riddle gaze linger on one student longer than the others, and that student is you
he’s intrigued but conflicted of course keeping you at safe distance for now
during one of his classes you answer correctly to one of the trickiest question, he gives points to your house for this one
but for you the biggest reward was Professor Riddle little smile meant just for you and brows raised in surprise
at that moment you felt like you could fly :)
during some other dada class your exchange of views with Professor Riddle was so fiery and full of unspoken things he had to step back as not to make other student question your relationship
after that he starts ignoring you whenever he can, he’s well-mannered towards you as always but he doesn’t engage you in his classes, doesn’t give you extra attention during meetings with his pupils, doesn't give you extra passes to restricted section
and worst of all he doesn't respond to your little verbal provocation no longer
his eyes are longing however, you can feel it and it almost burns your skin
you feel miserable because of this sudden change in his behaviour
you miss your intellectual wars, you miss books that he was reccomeendign to you, and his fingers guiding yours as you were learning a new spell...
so one cold night you muster your courage and decide to confront him in private, sneak into his chambers, your little heart flutters like crazy
when he sees you he act surprised but he's truly not
“ I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you”, he says flatly
but he didn't mean it, you know he didn't so you kiss him hard and for one sweet second he's kissing you back but then he stops, and now looking deep into your eyes in doubt, as if searching for something...
"don't", he says, moving away from you
suddenly you feel like you made a fool out of yourself, you start to think that all this secret looks and gentle touches were all nothing but your twisted imagination, cries of your loneliness
what did i do wrong? you keep asking yourself
but in the morning you see an enchanted flower on your bedside table with a note attached to it
"i've been thinking about you all night" is says and even without a signature you know who sent it to you
and this is how your strange game begins
it is dangerous for both of you as he is your professor and you are his student
sometimes when you doubt it all and crying in his arms he's softly whispering words of comfort to you
when it doesn't work he says he will ruing your life if you'll tell somebody or leave him, his eyes empty while saying that
you know he's bad for you but you are by his side anyway, waiting for better in him also knowing deep-inside that you are nothing without him
always cherishing this little moments when he is kind to you, when he kiss you gently and cups your face with his fingers
devouring every praise, every "I want you" from his beautiful mouth
forgetting every "you're pathetic"
loving his hands on your inner tights
feather-like kisses on your face
quick make-out sessions in between lessons "quick, we don't have much time"
and then he fuck you hard on his desk, in his classroom and it feels both wrong and soooo good
his hand on your mouth as to keep you quiet, your soft whimpers die in his palm
you learn to live in secrecy, feeding yourself with stolen moments and yearning embraces in the middle of the darkest of nights
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i shed at least thirty tears, or maybe even sobbed reaidng ur tom riddle works. when ur not busy, any more to spare?
♡TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE IN LOVE♡
it seemed almost impossible to happen, because he didn't believe in love, not truly
he could be fascinated with someone, desiring to possess them, to use them for his own ends... but love?
in his cold, collected world, ruled by ambition and utter control, it was a foreign concept
so when Tom began to feel something more for one of his playthings, it got ugly
love, the very concept he denied, started to claw at the high walls he built throughout the empty years of his childhood
he saw it as a weakness, a vulnerability
something that must stay hidden like a dirty secret
the mere thought of him being like this made him angry, for it meant losing control
in an attempt to regain that control, he tries to sever the ties, harshly
"You disgust me", he said coldly, his voice cutting through the air like a sharpened blade
his angelic face emotionless, eyes distant
it felt like a slap on your cheek though he didn't even touched you
your heart felt heavy, you didn't understand...
and when Tom saw the pain in your eyes, the realisation of control he has over you made him feel both glorious and... miserable
he could hurt you so easily, you were in palm of his hand... but by hurting you he hurt himself
double-edge knife
the overwhelming guilt was an emotion he never felt before because he didn't care for anyone, never
but with you, oh it was different
he longed to comfort you, to touch you, but he knew he couldn't
so he chooses to let you suffer
and his little dark heart suffered too
haunted by the image of your glassy eyes, he became sleepless
almost obsessed, he replayed the scene of his harsh words over and over, his fists clenching painfully each time
avoiding you shattered him, his days changed entirely when you weren't around
he was not as productive or sharp as usual
his mind was often wandering away... to you
to all those moments you shared
the conflict within him raged, tearing him apart piece by piece
his once impenetrable facade, his stoic mask, began to crack whenever you were near him
so lonely and broken, with eyes tired
all of that because of him
"you're delicate", he thought, "too delicate"
he wanted to reach out for you, yet also didn't
months passed until he realised he couldn't take it anymore
he couldn't think, focus, sleep, eat and he knew it was like it for you too
something selfish in him whispered that he needed to return to you, even though he knew he was no good
Tom realised he wanted to protect you
from the world, yet not from him
but he loved you, truly, even if it was a wicked love
he knew you loved him too, long before he dared to acknowledge his own feelings
so in the dark night, in the desolate corridors, he found you
and finally saw you
kneeling before you, a posture that seemed alien on his proud form, he clung to your legs, as if begging for forgiveness
desperation marked his every move, and his eyes once cold and indifferent, now reflected something else
adoration
love
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☆ how to charm Tom Riddle (but you're lowkey evil)☆
also known as ☆ Tom Riddle x Evil!Reader headcanons ☆
Tom is collected, always knowing the secrets and his role in this wicked world. No one can stop him—not even himself—as he marches down the path of destruction for all around him, including himself. Nothing surprises him in his meticulously calculated world, but you.
Hidden behind his impeccable manners and simple brilliance, Tom observes. A lot. One crisp evening, when all the notable Slytherins gather in the common room, he watches silently. Then he notices he’s not alone in his scrutiny. He sees you observing as well (of course, you must be from Slytherin), your eyes shimmering with brightness and something darker he can’t quite decipher, but nevertheless it catches his attention.
One day, he sees you arguing with someone and, naturally, he observes. Situations like that reveal a lot about a person, and once again, he’s (mildly) surprised. You don’t shout. You remain calm, collected, your voice relaxed, your face blank. But your mouth, oh, your mouth, spits words veiled with well-hidden hatred. You have a sharp tongue, but you don’t let your emotions get the better of you. He likes that. You have your own mind and are definitely not a mere follower.
You are a perfect studen as well. He sees you’re bright and handle things effortlessly. What intrigues Tom even more is that you don’t try to fit in. You don’t seek attention; you’re quite a loner really, minding your own business. You don’t need your peers' approval or a crowd of friends. You are your own person. This independence is important to Tom because he prefers to be in the spotlight while you are content in the shadows. There’s a saying: "There cannot be two dragons in one village," and it fits your dynamic perfectly i think.
And also I think he sees behind this independence of yours. Tom feels you are lonely and misunderstood just like him and perhaps that made him want to be closer.
One time Tom "accidentally" walks into the prefect's bathroom where you are bathing. Let me just say; he’s not a pervert; he just wants to provoke a reaction, to see something vulnerable in your eyes he can use against you. You’re in the water, thick fog filling the room, and you remain in your place, unashamed, your body glistening with water. “How can I help you, Tom?” you ask simply and a delicate smile plays on Tom lips at that.
You are a challenge. You know the game he plays, and it’s refreshing. Another significant factor is your fascination with the Dark Arts. You spend much time in the library’s restricted section, where your conversations deepen over shared interests. Tom is charmed to learn you collect cursed tokens and have a hidden liking for the grotesque. You are truly fascinating.
Before long, you’re performing dark magic rituals together—dark offerings and soul-binding spells. You cut your palms and share your blood, keeping your secrets to the grave. But you are still hard to break, your emotions hidden deep inside.
But sometimes, Tom manages to break through. When he does something you disapprove of, you maintain your composure in public. Yet, in secluded corners of the castle, you grab his neck and bite his lips until they bleed during kisses, showing that you do have feelings after all.
"Sometimes all I want is to ruin you."
Tom knows it’s not only lust and shared ambition that keep you close to him. You are strategic. You think ahead, coldly and calculated, which actually gives him peace. It's good to know that after all everyone is the same. That deep inside everyone is a monstrosity. That he can understand.
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you can find more of my works about Tom ♡here♡