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THIS WAS SO SO SO HOT, MAR MY LOVE YOU’RE AMAZING GTFO 😡💞

side, allowing him better access to your neck. His breath ghosts over your cheek as he leans in, placing a kiss on your delicate skin before his fangs graze over his favourite spot on your neck, slowly piercing through your flesh.

i was already wet, like GENUINELY

soft moans and gasps spilling over your lips, swallowing as a dark red drop of blood leaks from the corner of his mouth.

you can’t do this to me… YOU KNOW HOW MUCH A SUCKER FOR BLOOD I AM

genuinely giggling at the smut like GTFO AND LET ME HAVE YOUR BRAIN

There's no trace of them-there never is.But as you look around you, a note placed on your nightstand catches your attention.

ok now i’m mad at you (lowkey at window waiting for them to come and ]%]%%]%]%] yk?

LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT

AU | ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ!ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ!ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟꜰᴏʏ

Shared Bites.

Short Summary: Sometimes sharing your favourite meal isn’t all too bad.

Warnings: 18+ only! threesome, oral f!receiving, fingering, biting (obv), dub con if you squint, mentions of blood, slight choking

wordcount: 1,2k

Tom showing up in your dorm as the clock strikes midnight isn’t unusual. Not when the moon is at its brightest, its energy wrapping around you tighter than normal, a gentle reminder of the impending return of your favourite vampire that night.

However, what is unusual about today is that he’s brought someone with him. Not just anyone, though. It’s Draco.

Draco, who happens to be a vampire as well. Draco, who has been begging Tom to let him have a taste of your sweet, sweet blood. And Tom, who couldn’t help but look forward to sharing his favourite prey after you agreed. 

A shiver runs down your spine as they make their way towards you, their glowing, scarlet eyes burning through the darkness of the night, practically pinning you in place. Before you realize it, you’re pressed against a nearby wall, Tom’s lips crashing onto yours while Draco’s skilled fingers work your skirt’s zipper, soon letting the fabric drop to the cold marble floor.

“Fuck, she is gorgeous,” he murmurs, palms trailing up and down your thighs, urging you to part your legs for him. Only then does he rid you of the last piece of fabric on your lower body—your lace panties, leaving them to pool at your ankles before his thumb finds your clit, rubbing soft circles over the sensitive bud.

The brunette watches the both of you intently, and though he would never admit it—a slight pang of jealousy hits him as he sees how eagerly you lean into Draco’s touch.

“Ready?” Tom whispers, one of his hands gently tilting your head to the side, allowing him better access to your neck. His breath ghosts over your cheek as he leans in, placing a kiss on your delicate skin before his fangs graze over his favourite spot on your neck, slowly piercing through your flesh.

A familiar euphoria spreads through your body as he starts feasting on your blood, muffled groans and soft sucking noises coming from the brunette. Drops spill down your neck, tainting your blouse with the red liquid.

You don’t complain—not now, when you feel everything so intensely, the slight sting of Tom’s bite with Draco’s fingers buried inside of you ridding you of any sanity you had left.

Tom pulls back slowly, fangs retracting from your neck when he hears soft moans and gasps spilling over your lips, swallowing as a dark red drop of blood leaks from the corner of his mouth.

“Are we making you feel that good, darling?” He purrs, his face inching closer to yours before he presses a soft kiss to your slightly parted mouth, the metallic taste of your blood on his lips flooding your senses.

A slow, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he takes in your state, eyes closed and brows furrowed, your mind too hazy to form coherent words. The pad of his thumb softly swipes over your now crimson-painted lips, admiring how pretty you look with your own blood staining your perfect skin.

“Sweetheart. Answer me.” The brunette drawls, head dipping down again, tongue trailing along the fresh wound on your tender neck to gather any spilled blood.

“Yes, Tom— fuck—“ you manage, eyes fluttering open as you feel the knot in your stomach winding tighter with each passing second, your legs trembling as the man between them finds that one perfect, sensitive spot inside of you with the pad of his fingers.

“Oh- oh God, Draco—“

You feel the blonde hum in recognition, and just like on command, his fingers curl, lips wrapping tighter around your swollen clit, sucking softly on the sensitive bud. Your vision grows cloudy with stars, and you are right there, right at the edge, ready to let the built-up pressure in your lower stomach explode into fireworks of ecstasy.

But just as you are about to tumble over the edge, he pulls away.

You want to complain, tell him to get his head back to where it was. However, when you open your mouth, the only sound you manage is a sharp hiss as his pointed teeth pierce the soft skin of your inner thighs, his cold, strong hands keeping your legs from closing.

A smirk tugs at the corner of Tom’s lips as he takes in your expression. So beautiful, he thinks. So helpless, yet so eager to let both of them have their fair share of you. And you would get your reward—but you are still his after all, and the only way you get to come is on his mouth, his fingers, his cock.

With that thought, his lips meet yours for a hungry kiss once more, hand softly wrapping around your throat, thumb caressing over your pulse point. You are out of breath as you break apart, watching him drop to his knees in front of you, switching positions with the blonde.

“N-No more,” you whimper, trying to steady yourself on the wall, Draco’s laboured breath hot on the tender skin of your neck as his head dips down, sharp teeth grazing over your crimson-coloured skin.

Tom nudges your legs further apart, inhaling sharply as his gaze locks onto your glistening folds right in front of him. “Yet,” he starts, his thumb swiping through your slit, coating himself in your arousal, “look at how eager you are for us.” 

“It’s only fair—“ he purrs, one finger slipping inside of you, then a second, stretching you perfectly, fingertips finding your weak spot without even trying. “If we get our share, don’t you think, darling?”

Your mind is beyond hazy at this point, dizzy as your body reacts to the blood loss, dizzy with the need to come. 

Fuck it.

“Yes— God, Tom— have me.”

It’s not only a simple answer—it’s a plea. And just as the words leave your lips, Draco sinks his fangs into your neck with a low growl, the brunette in front of you flicking his tongue over your clit. Heaven or damnation—you don’t quite know which is closer. However, with the way both of them work your body—you practically see the gates to paradise opening right before your eyes.

Naturally, it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to build once more, and Tom notices, obviously. The way you squeeze tighter around him, walls fluttering in anticipation and lips slightly parted, he sucks on your puffy bud, just the way he knows you like it—slowly.

Your ears ring, thighs trembling as fireworks set off behind your eyes, your vision fading into a blur as the brunette works you through your orgasm, loving the way your cunt clamps down on him as you come. How next time he would have you all for himself again.

“Were so good for us.” is the last thing you hear coming from the blonde before your eyes flutter close, Tom’s arms wrapping around your waist before your knees give in, fainting in his embrace.

By the time you wake, it’s morning, and you are tucked under your sheets, weak sun rays warming your skin. There’s no trace of them—there never is. But as you look around you, a note placed on your nightstand catches your attention.

And then you see it—your thighs are covered in bite marks.

Especially around the area Draco left his.

A/N: I am getting started on the full fic now. I promise😭

Whoever lied about HBO making a Tom Riddle series better sleep with one eye open...

Recently watched the Howl's Moving Castle once again and now I just can't stop thinking about Tom Marvolo Riddle being in Howl's place: young talented wizard with no interest in aggression, only self-preservation but used and abused by the system that sees magical children as soldiers and mere tools. Him lacking the heart and and surrounding himself with shiny things like a magpie. Him meeting Harry with a heart so big for his chest he carries it on his sleeve (it's so naive and stupid Tom suspects a foulplay at first that caters to his bird brain). Harry meanwhile being stupid and afraid of change and all the way finding solace with his curse because maybe being old is not so bad (no one calls him boy anymore). Him being reckless and so utterly in love he later on breaks time and space to find fragments of the idiot he now is tied to. Horcruxes can actually exist here because I don't think there is a universe where Tom Riddle is not being paranoid and afraid of war and dying. Them later on overcoming their fear of commitment completely unintentionally along the way sounds in character to me as well.

If Tom riddle went to McGonagall instead of slughorn

Tom: you see professor I was in the restricted section-

McGonagall: and why were you in the restricted section ,riddle?

Tom: I was doing a research.

McGonagall: and the whole library wasn't enough for you?

Tom:....

McGonagall: who signed you a form to enter it?

Tom: professor slughorn...

McGonagall: show it to me

Tom: wellll I will go and get it

McGonagall: detention.

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insane ass tomarry book quotes we dont talk abt enough

This post is about the Tom x Severus ship.

It's not precisely a popular ship, so that's your first warning.

Your second warning is that they are so ooc that they can be considered different characters altogether.

That said, i've had this story idea in my head for a while, that I will probably never write but anyways...

I was thinking about the typical time-travel fanfic where Severus dies in the battle of Hogwarts and wakes up in the past. He goes back to a point in time in which he is still a child, way before Hogwarts. I was thinking it could be at a moment where he had showed accidental magic already, so Tobias was already an asshole and Eileen was already in her way to Depressionland. But, since part of his mind is still that of an adult and he retained his knowledge of his previous life, he is able to control his magic, so once he is back, he never had anymore bouts of magic.

He goes to muggle school. When he gets his Hogwarts' letter he is alone, so he writes a rejection letter and burns the one he got. His parents know nothing and life keeps going.

He graduates from high school and goes to college. I was thinking on a Chemistry mayor, what do you think?

He's been brewing since before getting his Hogwarts letter, under a pseudonym and selling his experiments on Knockturn. He got part-time jobs. He has enough money and by the time he starts college he moves to London.

Life is good, tranquil, he has friends and does what he likes.

One day he's coming back from classes and finds Dumbledore waiting for him at the door of his own fucking apartment.

He goes, pretending he doesn't know who the old man is, planning on telling him to go away. He is about to do it when the Dark Lord appears behind him.

Next thing he knows, Dumbledores is appareting the three of them to his office at Hogwarts where a mixture of the Order and some death-eathers is waiting for them.

Now, Severus pretty much cut all ties with the Wizarding World. Aside from his dealing in Knockturn he is not really aware of anything there and has no idea of the current political climate. So, he doesn't know about Grindelwald coming back.

That surprise is coupled with a, not totally recovered, but mostly sickly-looking human form of the Dark Lord.

Now, this is the part where I can't decide. I have, so far, come up with three possibilities:

1. Severus literally tells them everything. Well... mostly.

He tells them he is from the past and is reliving his life. He tells them he used to be a death-eather but then he became a spy. He tells them how he died.

Lastly, he tells them not to bother him.

He goes home, and finds his apartment was a mess. Someone forced their way into it. He hears screaming on the floor above his own and finds some of Grindelwald men attacking his neighbors.

He kills two and takes one to Hogwarts for interrogation. He will help Dumbledore and Voldemort. Apparently there is no option. Fuck.

2. Is the same, except that Severus tells them nothing about his coming from the future.

And then, some time into actively helping Dumbledore and Voldemort fight, he finds out Tom is also from the future.

Fair warning: It's awkward.

3. Into the first half an hour of being in the headmaster's office, Tom says or does something that makes Severus realize Tom is also from the future.

Severus practically freezes for a good minute before glaring at Tom. Then Severus says something that he very well knows will tell Tom when Severus is from.

And Tom looks at Severus with what could only be discrabed as terror.

Severus then punches Tom in the face, hard. He may had broken the man's nose. A second later, he takes the other flying to Merlin knows where to have a conversation.

No need to say it but, Sev is mad.

From here, everyone else can conclude that the two of them already knew each other. This, coupled with future interactions that show Severus' lack of fear of Tom and Tom's apparent hesitation, leads everyone to the conclusion that Severus was Tom's ex. They tried to deny it with varying degrees of success.

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So? What wpuld be better?

I saw a propt on insta and now this happpened

Ok, so I was scrolling on insta the other day and found this prompt about an autor who got sick or hurt or something and was about to d¡e.

Thing is that the characters on their book try to save them and the one who is more eager to help is the villain.

Now, that's great, but then my fanfiction-addict arse started to think.

AU. Modern Era. Harry Potter. With Severus Snape as the autor and Tom M. Riddle as the villain and them completly ooc.

Then everything kinda went crazy.

I imagined a scene were Sev wakes up in his hospital room, maybe in the middle of the freaking night and sees this person there, but like, he cannot make them out until they get closer and when they do he recognises Riddle asap.

Then, they both start talking. You know, the old, what are you doing here? How are you here?

Then Tom explains that he was the only one who got to this world, the others were probably still trying, but...

Point is, if Sev faded, so would the word he was creating. That would be until he finished the story.

Then maybe Tom tries to convince/threatens Severus so he would give him a good ending.

Severus says no and Tom kinda blows up.

Sev dosn't really react to the outburst, he knows this time is more bark than bite.

Tom pretty much plummets in the chair next to the bed and Sev explains to him that even though the story still lacked an epiloge, the last chapter was already sent to the editor and was pretty much irreversibly part of the saga.

There is silence, of course. Sev really needs to process the madness that is all that. Tom needs to come to terms with the fact that he is basically doomed.

Tom is the first one to speak.

"Can I at least know what will happen?" He sort of demands-pleads.

Severus answers with a sigh.

"I can tell you that the chapter ends with your plans ruined and you being taken by the aurors."

"Typical" the villain scoffs.

Severus chuckles, unable to stop himself and quite unconcerned about it.

Tom sighs. Then thinks about something else that has been nagging his brain for the past couple of weeks he has been there.

"Who am I here?" He blurts out of the blue, for Severus, at least.

"What do you mean?"

"Every person that is related somehow to you in this word is nearly a copy of someone in my world," he explains. "Sans me, apparently."

"Oh, that," Severus smiles. "No, you won't find anyone like you here. All the main characters in your home are based on people I know except you. You are the only one I fully created."

Tom opens his mout to reply but finds himself nearly speechless, not so much for what he was told, but because of the apparent warmth he was being addresed with.

Severus then frowned and pursed his lips. A painful grimace takes over hia face as realisation hits him. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply before looking at the man in front of him.

"I'm so sorry, Riddle."

Tom blinks before getting back his wits and replying with the most nonchalance he could muster. "It's not your fault you cannot change the end now," he said shrugging as a bonnus.

"Is not that," said the autor. "All the things I put you through without knowing..."

"If it wasn't you, it would've been someone else," replied the other.

"How so?" Now Severus was curious.

"It's complicated..." sighed the villain while leaning on the chair, a hand slightly pulling at his hair in exhaustion.

Getting the hint, Severus just nodded and dorpped the topic.

"And who are you? In the story, I mean..." asked Tom then.

"Oh! I'm Tobias Snape."

"The potion profesor?" inquired Tom with a frown. Both eyebrows arched at the answering nod. "You don't look like him."

"I guess not," chuckled the other.

"You don't act like him either," stated the man sitting on a chair, watching as the autor downrigth laughed at his last comment.

Then the man smiled sadly as he explained. "I guess the way I wrote the people in the book are the way I percieve the people in here."

The pause after that was tense and Tom could not help himself.

"Shit! You need therapy!"

Tom actually cringed at what he said and the expression on the other man's face. That until Severus burst out in damn giggles.

"I knew you were blunt, but...!" he tried to say beetwen chuckles.

"And who's to blame, huh?" replied the other, failing in supressing a smile.

"Who else have you met?" asked Severus suddenly.

Upon looking at him, Tom reached the insane conclussion that Prince was not worried, he just wanted to know.

"I think I met pretty much everyone." Whatever face he made after speaking must have betrayed his thoughts, if Princes' wince was to be considered. He shrugged before replying, reminding himself in his head that this person definitly knew what an asshole he could be. "Honestly, Lily is way more pleasant in my world. James and Sirius though...," he didn't try to hide the disdain in his voice. "I have never met someone so unpleasent, and that is saying something! You went too easy on them!" By that point, Severus was chuckling again.

Like this they spent hours, comparing people and stories of their worlds.

It was a bit outputting meeting someone for the first time with that person already aware of every little detail of your life. Even more so when said person did not run away.

Eventually, they didn't have anything else to talk about, and Tom still had to go back to his world. Severus could read it in his eyes, the moment Tom was readying himself to go, to give him some parting words before leaving.

"What if...?" Asked Severus suddenly. He licked his lips, overly conscious of the attention Tom was giving him. "What if I could give you a way out?"

"But you said you can't change the story," replied Tom, confused.

"I also said that the epiloge is still unfinished." Severus started tangling his fingers on the blancket draped around him, nerviously trying to think of anything that could-. His face lit up with a smile. "I cannot make you win, but I can make you scape."

Tom clenched one fist, hope swelling in his chest while he tried to keep it down.

"There is nowhere for me to go, Prince."

"Call me, Severus," blurted out the other without thinking while reaching for the notebook and pen on the bedside table oposite where Tom was sitting. "And you are rigth, there's nowhere in your world you can go, that's why you will start anew in whatever world you choose."

Tom's mind was spinning. He had already accepted the fact that he was done. Now he may had a way out, but it felt surreal, too easy. Heck! He didn't even had that much hope before reaching the building they where in. Besides... "I could only make it here because you were about to pass!"

"I can make another way. You know I can," said Severus, frantically scribling with his pen. "A portal that will take you wherever you wish to go, where noone will ever be able to follow..."

Tom tried and failed in speaking a couple of times.

"Prin- Severus," amended, remembering the other's words a while ago. "Why are you doing this?"

Severus finally left his notes in favor of the man sitting next to him. The dejected and confused expression he found told him more than anyone could belive.

Riddle was not expecting to be helped. He probably never did.

Of course he never did! Severus was well aware of the reason- of the reasons Riddle had to not trust him or anyone else, really.

Severus smiled warmly at Tom. "Did you know you were always one of my favorites?"

Tom watched unable to reply, as Severus' hand tangled briefly in his hair (too briefly).

That's how, in the end of the story, Tom was able to open a portal to a world unknown to any other person in his. Noone knew how he did it and the reserch was lost forever, a last tiny victory for the nearly convict.

Severus stayed a week to be checked. His 'magical' recovery was on every news you'd find.

When the time to leave came, the nurse told him about his family in the lobby.

Lily must have gotten out of work early.

Walking to meet her, he was disconcerted by the lack of red hair in his view.

He looked around, willing the universe to free him of the posibility of Lupin being the person offering him a ride home.

"Ready to go?" asked a voice behind his back.

He turned so fast that the world lost focus for a second before he met the eyes of the man leaning agaist the wall, already carring a bag with severus' belongings.

"Riddle?" he whispered desbelieving.

"Call me Tom," answered the other with a half smile.

Severus huffed a laugh while aproaching him, leaning in to retrive his bag. The other swung it over his shoulder and out of his reach, walking towards the exit so the autor would follow.

"Don't think that I'm not happy to see you," started Severus. "But why are you in this world again?"

They made it to a car. Tom retrieved the car's key from his pocket and Severus chose to adress that later.

"You tell me," snarked the ex-villian while putting Severus bag on the back of the car.

"I wrote for you to go wherever you wanted to go," Severus tried to explain and understand himself.

Tom only hummed blandly and opened the door of the car for Severus to get in.

He then walked around the car and got in himself, settling in the driver's sit and igniting the engine.

"I wanted you to start again where you cuold enjoy your life... wher you could be-" he cut himself, feeling sad all of a sudden. Did he fail Tom?

"I know," Tom interrumped his depressing thoughts.

Severus looked at him, only to be met with a small, yet warm smile.

They got to a red ligth and the car stopped. Tom reached out and, hesitanly interlaced his fingers with Severus'.

Marveling at the sight that were their hands togethet, Severus was finally hit with realisation.

He looked at Tom and smiled openly at him.

The light changed to green and Tom let go of Severus while asking for directions. They had to get home.

•LISTE MAÎTRE DE TOM RIDDLE•

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Tom Riddle and "mama's boy" song by Dominic Fike.

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