my masterlist full of husband!tom riddle fics — domestic softness, possessive love, and just a sprinkle of darkness because devoted, unhinged husband tom is truly my favorite genre and just to be very clear: this is the fictional son of voldemort, not the noseless menace himself ⁺ will update when i can ꙳ ✦ ⊹
━━━RIDDLE FAMILY MASTERLIST
⭑ my masterlist full of fics about the adorably chaotic riddle family featuring: Tom riddle, Y/N, and their equally dramatic children Mattheo, Delphini, Marvolo and the twins..
───WEDDING!FICS MASTERLIST
⭑ a masterlist celebrating the wild, tender, and unforgettable moments leading up to and including the wedding of tom riddle and y/n
𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 - Tom and Y/N get distracted while cooking dinner, too busy talking and laughing to make any progress.
𝐎𝐡, 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 - Y/N publicly calls Tom “husband” in a crowded Hogwarts corridor, it stops him and everyone else cold. What follows is a calm but devastating scolding about his smoking habits, witnessed by a very entertained student body.
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 - Y/N catches Tom leaving the basement door open — right after baby Aurelia nearly crawls down it. One sharp “THOMAS MARVOLO RIDDLE!” later, the infamous Dark Lord finds himself gulping and apologizing like a schoolboy while all seven of his children watch in amusement.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 - Y/N decides to prank her husband, Tom Riddle, by secretly recording him listing his favourite dark artefacts. She edits the video to make it look like he’s responding to a trend called “Things me and my boyfriend have had stuck up our butts,” making his list sound hilariously incriminating.
𝐍𝐨 𝐍𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 - Y/N tells Tom that he’s participating in No Nut November, much to his disbelief. Confused, Tom argues that it’s unnecessary since he already had a vasectomy, but Y/N insists it’s a challenge to test his self-control. Their son Mattheo walks in with his boyfriend Theo just in time to hear the awkward topic.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 - Y/N settles into Tom’s lap to read Haunting Adeline, completely absorbed in her book until Tom realizes it’s smut.
𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - Tom and Y/N share a quiet, playful moment while Aurelia sleeps. Tom teases Y/N, asking for her name in a flirtatious way, and whispers a charming proposal. They laugh and tease each other, enjoying a sweet, intimate moment together.
𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬 - Even after nearly thirty years of marriage, Y/N Riddle still dances around the manor like she’s falling in love for the first time. When “Rumors” by Sabrina Claudio plays, she belts out every word as if she and Tom are still courting — teasing him, singing the lyrics straight to him, all while he sits back with Aurelia in his arms and that trademark smug smirk on his face.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 -Y/N teases Tom with a ridiculous question about whether he’d still love her if she were a worm. Despite his exhaustion, Tom humorously answers, leading to a playful tackle and more teasing banter between the couple.
𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 -After an awkward and teasing moment earlier in the day, Y/N retreats to her room, hoping to shake off the unsettling feelings.
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Tom Riddle takes a full week off to shower Y/N with love and affection, proving that even the most feared wizard in history can be utterly smitten.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫 -Chaos erupts in the Riddle kitchen when Y/N smacks Tom’s butt in full view of their grown kids. Cue collective groans, dramatic declarations, and emotional scarring—all while Tom remains smug and unbothered.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐬 - Tom Riddle doesn’t fall asleep with a book in hand but with a podcast playing out loud, lying stiffly on the bed like a content corpse. Y/N playfully teases him, rolling her eyes at his unusual bedtime habit before joining him with her own book.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬 - Tom and Y/N engage in a subtle but ongoing “shopping war.” Y/N returns home with a secret bag of rare books, only to find Tom smugly adjusting his brand-new cufflinks.
𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐯𝐬. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 - Y/N discovers that Tom’s seemingly normal robe closet is anything but it’s a magically expanded collection rivaling a boutique. In true Riddle fashion, he smugly compares it to her multiple hidden libraries, sparking a standoff.
𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡é, 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - Y/N and Tom face off in the sitting room, arguing over her new books and his new robes.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐟𝐟 - Tom blocks the Floo until Y/N speaks to him after a mild argument. He insists they can’t leave without holding hands something they’ve always done when traveling by Floo. Banter turns into laughter, Albus pops in to rush them, and Y/N finally forgives him as they leave together.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 - Tom Riddle’s carefully curated appearance is in jeopardy when his signature hair gel is nowhere to be found.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 -While out shopping, Y/N calls Tom mid-trip, skipping any greeting to demand his help choosing between two dresses.
𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 - Y/N’s constant bickering with Tom Riddle only fuels his desire to hold her close. In their heated quarrels, she discovers the fine line between anger and affection in their dark world.
𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭 - Y/N’s usual morning routine is interrupted when she discovers Tom has been brewing more coffee than usual and hasn’t slept.
𝐒𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 -Y/N finds herself hopelessly captivated by Tom—looking every bit the dark, brooding hero from her favorite romance novels. Despite her best efforts to stay cool, her six teasing kids gleefully point out her obvious crush, mocking her for being completely “whipped.”
𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐎𝐟𝐟, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 -Tom Riddle returns home with an unexpected addition—a mustache. Y/N is less than impressed, inspecting it like an artifact gone rogue.
𝐏𝐚𝐥? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 - Y/N decides to prank her husband Tom Riddle by calling him harmless names like "buddy" and "champ," she quickly learns that the Dark Lord does not tolerate such nonsense.
𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 - When Y/N giggles her way through a Muggle romance novel, Tom can’t resist duplicating the book to see what’s so amusing. He isn’t expecting to stumble into a smut scene and he certainly isn’t expecting to act on it.
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 - Tom reveals the song he’s always played for her is named after her and written just for her.
𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 - Tom and Y/N prepare dinner together his magic precise and controlled, hers a touch more chaotic. Between stolen kisses, playful banter, and a rogue carrot that “loses discipline,” their cooking turns into an intimate dance of love and mischief. Tom remains perfectly composed on the surface, but every glance and gesture betrays just how deeply he adores her.
𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - Tom Riddle finds himself losing the one battle he never expected to a simple game of wizard chess against his wife, Y/N. When he demands to know how she won without cheating, her response cuts sharper than any spell: “I just knew you’d be looking the wrong way.” Tom insists he never took his eyes off her, only for her to smile “Exactly.”
𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 - Y/N’s frantic search for her favorite sweater leads to a cute confrontation with her husband, Tom, who is caught in the act of secretly fixing it. The conversation reveals his subtle but endearing habit of caring for her in small, unnoticed ways.
𝐀 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 - Y/N’s playful game of hide and seek in the garden turns into a charming encounter with her possessive husband, Tom Riddle.
𝐀 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 - Tom notices Y/N is exhausted and unwell, immediately taking care of her with gentle hands and thoughtful gestures. From removing her heels to carrying her to bed, he ensures she’s comfortable, warm, and pampered, proving once again how much he cherishes her.
𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 -Despite hating dancing, Tom takes Y/N onto the floor, showing his devotion to her amidst a crowded ballroom.
𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - In the middle of the night, Tom wrestles with the remnants of a nightmare, but Y/N’s unspoken love and the presence of their family’s image bring him a deep sense of peace and belonging.
Soft!Husband Tom
𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 - Tom Riddle is trying and failing to assert himself as “the man of the house,” only for Y/N and their children to remind him who truly runs the household. When she scolds him in front of the kids, the entire family instantly agrees she’s in charge, rushing to her for help with everything while Tom is ignored.
𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲, 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - Y/N finds herself exhausted and leaning on her husband, Tom. When she absentmindedly calls him “Tommy,” he smirks, teasing her about the nickname. Despite her sleepy protests, she falls into his lap, and he wraps her in his arms, kissing her head and stroking her back. She drifts to sleep murmuring his nickname.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 - After years of broken promises, Y/N finally reaches her breaking point, confronting Tom about his absence in their family.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 - Y/N decides to try out a silly Muggle trend: faking a dramatic phone call to see if her husband, Tom Riddle, is nosy enough to barge in. Of course, Tom doesn’t just fail the test he obliterates it.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 - Tom Riddle finds himself in unfamiliar territory after carelessly snapping at his wife. Her glare alone is enough to shake him, and for the first time, the Dark Lord learns to never yell at his wife.
𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 - When Tom Riddle’s exhaustion catches up to him, Y/N steps in to care for her husband, reminding him of the love that softens even his darkest edges.
𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬. 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞. -Albus never knew love could look like this — loud, relentless, shamelessly affectionate. Watching Tom and Y/N Riddle still wrapped up in each other after years together, he feels a strange ache in his chest. One part wonder, one part disbelief. But through Marvolo’s matter-of-fact teasing and quiet honesty, Albus begins to see the truth: love doesn’t always fade.
𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 - After a long and exhausting day, Y/N returns home only to be immediately met with Tom’s unwavering care. He helps her out of her heels, takes her things, and effortlessly lifts her into his arms, carrying her to a beautifully prepared dinner.
𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 -After dropping off their kids, Tom and Y/N enjoy a rare quiet moment alone. Tom asks Y/N to dance in the living room. As they move to soft music, they share a loving moment, showing how their love has stayed strong and tender even after twenty years.
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭 - When Y/N is upset with Tom, he playfully tests her resolve by calling her by the pet names she can’t resist.
𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 - Tom Riddle’s focus remains unwavering for his wife, Y/N. From the living room to the kitchen and the library, Tom’s attempts to steal a quiet moment with her are repeatedly thwarted by their busy family. Each time he finds her, she’s surrounded by their children, because of this he regrets having so many kids.
𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Tom Riddle leaves a meeting to help Y/N with her heels, showing his deep care for her.
Protective!Husband Tom
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 - Tom once enchanted Y/N’s wedding ring so it could never leave her finger until one quiet evening, it does. When he realises she’s mastered the countercharm years ago, he’s equal parts shocked, proud, and possessive.
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 -When Y/N tries to fly alone to clear her head, Tom refuses to let her out of his sight. Possessive, protective, and completely unapologetic, he follows her through the sky giving her space only on his terms.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 -Y/N claims she’s fine in the cold. Tom disagrees and when his warming spell isn’t enough, he takes matters (and her hands) into his own. Wrapped together under one coat.
𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 -Every night, Tom waits for Y/N to sleep, guarding her with a tenderness he only shows her.
𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 - After finally dragging Tom to get his vasectomy, Y/N returns home to find her husband acting like he’s fought a war rather than undergone a simple procedure. He’s sore, overdramatic, and endlessly sighing yet still affectionate, still pressing kisses to her swollen belly and reminding her he only did it for her.
𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 -As Y/N prepares to lie about her last name to avoid revealing her infamous husband’s identity, Tom Riddle arrives just in time. Tom introduces her with a chilling threat, leaving Harry regretting ever approaching Y/N.
Affectionate!Husband Tom
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 - Y/N brings a blanket into Tom’s office under the innocent excuse of “just checking” if he’ll take a break because she wanted to cuddle.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 - Y/N grows tired of waiting for Tom to finish his meeting. She shows up in her robe, making her intentions very clear and Tom immediately shuts the door so no Death Eater can see her like that. The moment he realizes she’s lured him out on purpose, he smirks, dismisses the entire meeting without hesitation, and Apparates them both straight to their bedroom.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞 - Tom insisting on getting the last one just like he has for thirty years while little Aurelia proudly tries to “protect” her mum and joins in the fun.
𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - As Tom Riddle broods over what he perceives as competition for his wife’s affection, Y/N’s teasing and playful demeanor slowly dissolve his frustration.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 - Tom refuses to admit he’s sick, insisting he’s fine—even as he sniffles and burns up with fever.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 -Y/N curses her husband for passing on his cold, but as Tom patiently takes care of her, the tables turn, and she finds herself enveloped in his love and warmth.
𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 - After returning home, Y/N wastes no time reclaiming her favourite ritual kissing Tom’s annoyingly perfect cheekbones every chance she gets. What starts as playful affection quickly turns into a soft, intimate moment when Tom the ever-composed, intimidating, definitely-not-soft Dark Lord actually blushes.
𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐧 -Y/N interrupts Tom’s work with a stolen kiss, a playful chase ensues through their home. Tom’s vow to always have the final kiss isn’t just a game—it’s his way of ensuring their love is never outdone.
𝐌𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 - Y/N attempts to be angry with her husband, but Tom's enchanted ring and playful persistence make staying mad impossible.
𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 - Tom Riddle is trying to have a serious, tragic, brooding moment in the firelight and a cigarette in hand, dramatic shadows in place when Y/N crashes the mood with light switches, sarcasm, and a complete disregard for his dark lord aesthetic. But when she curls into his lap and calls him her “broody heater,” even the Darkest Wizard in History can’t help but melt.
𝐀 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 - When Y/N uncovers Tom’s research on love potions, she teases him about his past behavior—particularly his clingines.
𝐀 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 - Tom, always the gentleman, effortlessly helps Y/N out of her heels after a long day. As she teases him about still holding onto his cigarette, Tom’s care for her is evident in every action, from his soft touch to his playful remark.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝’𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 - While watching Aurelia play, Tom and Y/N share a quiet moment on the couch until Y/N catches Tom repeatedly sniffing her hair. Completely unashamed, Tom claims it helps him relax, proving once again that despite his reputation, he’s hopelessly obsessed with his wife.
Clingy! Husband Tom
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞-𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - Mattheo visits his father’s office and is shocked Tom isn’t glued to Y/N’s side for once. Teasing him about being obsessed, Mattheo digs until Tom finally snaps and admits the truth: he has a tracker spell on his wife, someone watching her, and a charm that alerts him to any danger. Mattheo is smugly delighted to be proven right, while Tom insists it’s all perfectly reasonable.
𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 - Tom arrives at Mattheo’s house uninvited and unannounced because he instantly senses that Y/N is missing from the castle. Mattheo rolls his eyes, realizing Tom used the magical tracker he placed on his wife. Tom marches straight into the kitchen, where Y/N is cooking dinner with Theo, and immediately wraps himself around her from behind like he’s been starved for affection.
𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐬 - During a serious meeting with his Death Eaters, Tom Riddle hears Y/N calling loudly for him through the manor. His danger charm doesn’t activate meaning she isn’t hurt, just clingy.
𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 - After an argument, Y/N tells Tom that if he won’t listen, he can “sleep somewhere else” and “take what’s his.” Tom takes her words a little too literally by scooping her into his arms and carrying her toward the spare room.
𝐀 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐎𝐟𝐟 -It’s Wednesday, which means another round of visiting one of their many children — but Tom is exhausted. He pleads with Y/N for a rare night to themselves, only to be reminded that his idea of “alone time” is exactly how they ended up with so many children in the first place.
𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Y/N charms a television to watch her beloved show while her husband Tom only wants to cuddle her to sleep. Feeling slighted by her rapt attention on the screen, Tom grows clingy holding her hand, kissing her knuckles, and finally resorting to spoiling each scene with smug precision.
𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? - When Tom Riddle comes home early expecting his usual warm welcome, he's surprised to find his wife, Y/N, completely focused on making dinner instead of greeting him with her usual cuddles.
𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 - Tom can’t stop staring at Y/N not out of worry, but because he still sees her as the greatest gift. She teases him for trying to “memorize” her and reassures him she isn’t going anywhere, but he admits he’ll never stop looking at her that way.
𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳 - After a nightmare shakes Tom Riddle to his core, he seeks comfort in Y/N’s arms, needing only her presence to find peace again. But as they share a quiet dance in the moonlight, their six meddling children turn it into a family affair. Love, chaos, and glitter ensue but Tom wouldn’t trade it for the world.
𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 — 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - Y/N settles down for her daily charmed mirror call with Hermione, but Tom—feeling uncharacteristically clingy—intercepts the moment with quiet affection and a possessive smirk.
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐬 -When Tom storms in mid-sulk and collapses into Y/N’s lap for comfort, the family wastes no time in teasing their all-powerful patriarch.
𝐀 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 - Tom proposes, but Y/N quickly catches him about to charm her engagement ring—though her wedding ring might not be so lucky.
𝐌𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 - Y/N attempts to be angry with her husband, but Tom's enchanted ring and playful persistence make staying mad impossible.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 - Tom’s possessiveness shows when Y/N forgets her ring, leading him to charm it forever onto her hand.
𝐍𝐨𝐭-𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - Mattheo asks where Y/N is, Tom casually admits she’s shopping in Diagon Alley with the twins—thanks to the magical tracker he definitely insists isn’t creepy. Despite arguing about it, the two quickly decide to go find her anyway.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 - Y/N is trying to enjoy a long “everything shower,” Tom apparates into the bathroom because he doesn’t want to wait for her. Despite her attempts to kick him out, he stubbornly stays, claiming he can help.
Dark Lord!Tom
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝’𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - During a tense Death Eater meeting, Y/N’s unexpected appearance throws the room into disarray, but Tom Riddle’s response is unexpectedly gentle.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝’𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚 - For the first time in his life, Tom Riddle is powerless—not against an enemy, but against the loss of the woman he loves.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝’𝐬 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 - Y/N knows exactly how to get under Tom Riddle's skin, and it’s not with fear it's with humor, wit, and a little reminder of who has the upper hand behind closed doors.
𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Tom Riddle orders Y/N to stay behind for her safety during a dangerous mission, locking her in their bedroom as she protests.
𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥 - Y/N sits surrounded by Death Eaters at a ball while Tom Riddle, her husband, makes a commanding speech, warding off unwanted attention from an oblivious suitor.
𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 -Tom Riddle and Y/N hide from Aurors in the crowded streets, staying calm despite constant magical warnings. Tom confidently leads Y/N to a quiet café, where he charms a surprised toddler, revealing a rare, softer side.
𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝’𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 - In a moment of rage, Tom confronts a follower after Y/N is injured, but her soothing voice brings him back from the brink.
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 - Tom’s return from a mission turns a quiet evening into a tender reunion. With their children away, he relishes the opportunity to have Y/N all to himself, their bond strengthening in the peaceful silence.
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Guys guys I need help finding a fic!! It was a Dennis Whitaker x reader fic & they were collage sweethearts but had a fight or something?? I don’t remember fully but can someone please help me find it!!!
You’re a pretty little pixie-fairy unlucky enough to get snatched up by a band of roaming orcs.
They’re the crew of a traveling circus, or rather, a zoo, featuring all sorts of rarities ranging from high-elves to common fairies, as well as mermaids, harpies, nymphs, and hybrids of every and all kinds locked up in pretty gilded cages. But of course, it’s not like any old zoo. With attractions as rare and fuckable as such, it doubles as a brothel for those who come willing to pay a little extra.
And among all those sexy rarities, pixies are one of the most valued. Rumored to only be a myth, it’s rare enough to catch a glimpse of one, let alone have one on display. It’s even said that seeing one will bring good fortune for the rest of one’s life, and even more so for those who get to touch one.
So you can imagine the crowd surrounding you, each one rubbing you against their massive dick for good luck.
The chain on your ankle is heavy enough to make flying impossible, grounding you if it weren’t for the massive paw wound tightly around you, all but squeezing you free of air while demanding you, “Lick it.”
You have no choice but to protrude your tongue, even as the big brute angles you face first into his dickhole, wanting to use your little pink muscle to plug it. You very nearly drown in the pre-ooze pouring out. And when he finally blows, leaving you cum-drenched and wings soggy, you look no different from a bug someone sneezed out of their nose.
And still, the queue lining up is longer than your wee eyes can see, each one waiting for their turn. It goes on like that day in and day out for more days than you can keep track of, leaving you drunk off of cum with never a break to sober up.
Soon enough, you’re settled in—all gooey-headed and heart-eyed. Now, even able to fit a little finger inside you. Getting comfortable with it as it stretches you out, all the while sitting atop the mighty ballsack of the massive orc it belongs to. Roosting on the pillowy seat like it’s your own warm and comfy throne, butt-nude, with your thighs and legs wrapped tightly around the base, just barely able to lock your feet around the meat member, squeezing and humping it tight.
You do the same with your arms, of course, tits flush against the warm wrinkly skin as you hug the cleft of his cockhead snug. Squealing and moaning as you drink the yummy pre hot from the source, getting your womb pinky-fucked until you squeal all high-pitched while squirting, spasming like a little marionette puppet.
It doesn’t stop you from tongue-kissing his urethra, though. Bobbing your head while your limbs all strangle his cock, keeping it tight until cume comes spurting out like a fountain and showers you in heavy, blanketing blissful warmth.
You bathe in it against his bulbous abdominal muscles, playing in it, making cum-angels under the spray until he’s all finished.
Denis x f!reader who is Santos best friend and has no idea that she got a new roommate and turns out he is cute 🥺🙂↕️ (looove your writing!)
𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 ♡
Omg, yes!! such a cute idea! and you're right, he is so cute <3
Dennis Whitaker x f!reader || Masterlist || Spotify
summary: An unexpected visit over takeout leads to quiet first impressions, gentle curiosity, and a surprising easy evening.
word count: 3.1k
note/tags: Fluff. No use of y/n. Reader and Santos are best friends. Mention of background Sntos x Garcia. Let’s just pretend that Dennis has his season 2 haircut here.
You don’t knock like a stranger. You knock like someone who’s been here a hundred times before, it’s how you always knock when you visit Trin. Two quick raps before you shift the bag of takeout to your other hand, already half-turning to check your phone while you wait.
Trinity didn’t answer your call, but you decided to come anyway, because you’ve never needed an invitation before. You also have a key, just like she has one to your place.
You smile to yourself, thinking about a funny thing that happened at work, that you’re excited to tell her about. But when the door opens the smile dies on your face, because the person standing in the doorway is not your best friend. It’s a guy… A guy you have never seen before.
He looks like someone who wasn’t expecting anyone. Soft brown curls falling over his forehead, slightly mussed like he’s run his hands through them one too many times. He is in a loose hoody and a pair of pajama pants, looking just as startled as you feel. His blue eyes so wide he looks like a deer caught in headlights.
You blink. He blinks.
“Hi,” he says. His voice is gentler than you expect.
“Hi,” you answer, confusion filling your brain.
You glance past him into the apartment. Same couch, same framed print you helped Trin hang. Same overwatered houseplants, that for some reason, still refuses to die. Wrong person.
“…Is Trinity home?” you ask carefully.
He hesitates like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to answer that. “No, she, uh. She picked up an extra shift.” He steps back automatically, like he thinks he’s in your way.
You stare at him. He shifts under it.
“I-I’m sorry. I’m not, like, breaking in. I live here.”
You raise an eyebrow. “You live here?”
He nods, a little too fast. “Yeah. I moved in a couple weeks ago.”
A couple weeks ago… She was at your place three days ago, yapping about some surgeon she stabbed with a scalpel, and who she definitely has a crush on.
“I’m Dennis,” he adds, as if that might help. It does not.
Your dear friend Trinity Santos sure has some explaining to do.
“Right…” you say slowly, before telling him your own name, and something like recognition flickers over his face. “I guess Trin isn’t coming home anytime soon?”
“Yeah, she only left about an hour ago, and it’s a 12 hour shift, so…”
“Hm,” you hum softly, rocking back on your heels.
You hesitate for just a moment, it’s your best friend’s apartment, but there’s a strange man standing in the doorway, but he also looks like he apologizes when other people bump into him. Worn hoodie. Pajama pants. White tennis socks. Hair just a little too messy. He doesn’t look threatening. He just looks tired. Soft around the edges. Like someone who hasn’t quite caught up on sleep. And if he really is gonna live with Trin you’ll have to get to know him anyway.
“Are you hungry?” you ask suddenly, lifting the takeout bag slightly.
He blinks at you. “Me?”
“No, the cactus,” you deadpan.
His mouth twitches before he can stop it.
“I, uh. I mean, I can Venmo you,” he says quickly. “I don’t want to just—”
“It’s fine,” you cut in. “I bought too much, anyway.” That part isn’t even a lie.
He hesitates, clearly waging some internal moral battle about accepting food from a girl he just met in his borrowed doorway.
“Okay,” he says finally, it’s soft. “Yeah, I’m a little hungry.”
You nod once before stepping inside. He closes the door gently, too gently, like he’s worried it might take offense while you toe off your shoes.
“She said you had a key,” he says.
“I do.”
“Right, yeah, okay.”
A stretch of silence follows. You can feel him standing a polite distance behind you while you set the bag of food on the coffee table before turning again. He’s still watching you, but in that way that doesn’t feel invasive. Just careful, like he’s trying to read the room and not take up too much space in it. There are faint shadows under his eyes. A crease between his brows that looks like it lives there now.
“So,” you say. “You’re Trin’s…?”
He flushes. “Coworker.”
You wait.
“And roommate,” he finishes, like it pains him to assume the title.
“Huh.” You cross your arms and tilt your head. He straightens slightly, as if bracing for interrogation. “So you work at the ER?”
“Yeah, student doctor.”
“Ah.”
That explains the exhaustion. The way he looks like he’s halfway between here and somewhere much louder.
“And she just didn’t think to mention that she moved a man into her apartment?”
His ears go red. “I thought she would have.”
“Well, she didn’t,” you say flatly. “Probably been too busy being in love with that surgeon,” you finish dryly under your breath.
His head snaps up. “What?”
“Oh, she didn’t tell you?” you ask sweetly.
He looks horrified. “No… I mean, I don’t—”
You laugh, the sound finally breaking some of the tension in the room. “Relax, I’m kidding. Mostly.”
He exhales like you just pulled him back from the edge of a cliff. He bites back what might be a smile. It’s subtle, shy, like he doesn’t fully trust it, and something about that makes your chest tighten unexpectedly.
“I’m sorry,” he says again, softer this time. “I didn’t mean to make it weird.”
“You didn’t,” you reply automatically.
But it is weird. Because now that the shock is wearing off, you’re noticing things. Like the way he keeps his hands tucked into the pocket of his hoodie so they won’t fidget, like he’s not sure what to do with them. Or the way he stands slightly off to the side instead of directly in front of you, as if he’s instinctively making space. The way he looks at you when you speak, so attentive, even if it makes him look a little startled every time your eyes meet.
“You look familiar,” he says suddenly.
You frown. “I do?”
“There is a picture of you on the fridge.” His mouth twitches. “I think it’s from new years.”
You close your eyes. “She did not keep that up.”
“It’s very much up.”
Mortification floods you. He’s smiling properly now, small, but real. And god, he’s cute. It’s in an unpolished way, like he hasn’t realized it himself yet.
“Great,” you groan. “Love that for me.”
“It’s a nice picture,” he offers gently. “You look very happy on it.”
That catches you off guard. You swallow. “She has dozens of normal pictures of me,” you mutter
“She likes that one.”
“Of course she does…”
There’s a small pause, and when you look back at him, he’s not laughing at you. He’s just looking. Careful and thoughtful. His ears go a little pink again. “She talks about you a lot.”
That catches you off guard. You weren’t expecting that. Not that you didn’t think your best friend wouldn’t talk about you. Of course she would. You just didn’t expect it to land like that. Or that she talked about you to a guy who lives in her apartment without you knowing about it.
“A lot?” you repeat carefully.
“Yeah.” He nods, then immediately looks like he regrets how quickly he answered. “Not, uh. Not in a weird way. Just… Normal best friend amount… I think.” He pauses. “I don’t actually know what the normal amount is.”
You stare at him for a second. Your pulse picks up, not from fear, but from the strange little warmth of realization. Trin’s world includes this guy now, and apparently, you’re still very much part of it.
“The normal amount,” you repeat slowly.
He winces a little, like he can hear how that sounded. “I just meant, you know, she mentions you. In stories. In passing. When something reminds her of you.”
“It’s only good things, I hope,” you say, almost teasing, though your voice has a little edge of vulnerability. It’s weird sitting with a stranger who knows more about you than you do about him.
He glances up at you, earnest and careful. “Yeah, definitely.”
“That’s a relief.”
“She also said you’d show up unannounced from time to time,” he adds carefully.
“Oh,” you say, caught between amusement and mild exasperation.
“And that if you did, I shouldn’t panic.”
You blink. “Are you panicking?”
He hesitates. “…A little.”
You laugh again, softer now. He lets out a quiet laugh too, almost sheepish, and scratches the back of his neck like he’s aware he’s still on thin ice with you.
“See?” you tease lightly, “Nothing to worry about. I only come bearing food.” You lift the bag slightly.
“Right,” he says, giving a small nod, and a smile, that has no business being that sweet. “That I can handle.”
You set the bag down again, careful not to make things awkward, and watch as he settles a bit more into the room, shoulders loosening like someone letting go of a weight they didn’t realize they’d been carrying.
You gather plates and glass from the kitchen and start to set them out on the coffee table. You don’t say much while you do it. The quiet hum of the apartment, the faint scent of takeout, and the subtle shuffle of Dennis moving around you is enough.
Once the plates and glasses are arranged, you sink into the couch, giving him a small, easy smile. “So you are a student doctor,” you start, resting your elbows on your knees, “and Trin just moved you into her apartment after just meeting you. What else do I need to know about Dennis..?”
“Whttaker,” he says, a little hesitant, as if testing whether you actually want the answer. “Uhm, I don’t know. I’m from Nebraska, grew up on my family’s farm
You tilt your head, studying him, letting the image form in your head. Him being a small town farm boy kind of makes perfect sense. And you can’t help but find it kind of cute too. The way his hands seem used to work, the quiet attentiveness in the way he moves, the soft hesitation in his voice when he’s unsure.
“Farm boy, huh?” you muse lightly, teasing but warm.
He chuckles softly, a little sheepishly, running a hand through his mussed hair. “Yeah… I guess so.”
You grin, letting the small moment stretch out. There’s something easy about sitting here with him, even though you barely know him, there is something unforced about him. The quiet steadiness of someone used to work and responsibility, but without the arrogance that usually comes with it.
“So, Nebraska to Pittsburg,” you say softly, leaning back, curious now. “That’s a bit of a leap.”
He swallows, smiling faintly. “Yeah… I wanted to do something different, I guess. Something where I could… make a difference. The farm’s great, but… I wanted to try something else.”
You nod, letting his words settle. There’s a sincerity to him that’s hard to ignore, the kind that doesn’t feel performative. It’s just him, quietly explaining his path. “I get that,” you say, your tone easy, reflective. “It’s brave, doing something so different.”
He shrugs, still soft, still careful, like he doesn’t want to overstate himself. “I wouldn’t call it brave… just… I don’t know. I guess I needed to know I could do more than what I grew up with.”
You smile, a little warm, a little amused. He meets your smile with a faint one of his own, hesitant, like he’s not sure he deserves it, but it’s genuine all the same.
You lean back a little further, letting yourself absorb the small, steady rhythm of the apartment around you. The soft shuffle of his movements, the faint hum of the fridge, the smell of food, it all feels oddly grounding.
You eat and talk, and it’s easy. Conversation flows in little bursts, quiet and comfortable, like you’re not filling the space so much as letting it exist with someone else in it. He talks about the hospital, the long hours, the chaos, the small victories, and you listen, curious to hear about from a different perspective than Trin’s, asking the occasional question that pulls out a little more of him without forcing it.
It’s not awkward. Not exactly. And you both become more and more comfortable as the conversation goes on. It’s just… new, and surprisingly easy, and quietly charged with a kind of curiosity that makes the time stretch just enough to notice the little details.
You finish your meal slowly, savoring the food more than usual, not because it’s anything special, but because the quiet company makes it feel different.
You catch yourself watching him for a fraction longer than necessary, how his sleeve rides up when he reaches across the table, the way his eyes flicker with thought before he answers a question, the faint crease in his brow when he’s concentrating. There’s something grounding about him, like he fits into the room in a way that doesn’t demand attention but gently claims it anyway.
When the last bite is gone and the plates are cleared, neither of you rush to fill the silence. Instead, it stretches comfortably, a shared space of quiet that feels almost rare. You realize, with a little shock, that this is one of the easiest first encounters you’ve ever had with someone new. And you can’t help but wonder what it says about Trin, that she could bring someone into her world, and somehow, immediately, they belong.
Dennis finally leans back slightly, a small, self-conscious smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you for dinner, it was nice,” he says softly, almost hesitant, as if he’s testing whether politeness is enough.
You shrug lightly, grinning. “No problem. I don’t know what I would have done with all that food if you hadn’t been here.”
He nods, a little relieved, and the corners of his mouth lift into a faint, genuine smile. “Yeah… I didn’t expect company, honestly. But, uh… it was nice. Really.”
You tilt your head, studying him for a beat, letting the words settle in the quiet room. “Well,” you say softly, “I’m glad I showed up then. I still can’t believe you’ve lived here for weeks without me knowing about it.”
He shifts slightly in his seat, a soft laugh escaping him, low and hesitant. “Yeah… sorry about that,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I really thought she would have told you.” His blue eyes flick to yours for a moment, careful, curious.
“No need for you to apologize,” you say, letting the words come easy, softening the moment. “It’s not your fault she hasn’t told me. She probably just wasn’t in the mood to have me yelling at her for inviting a guy she has known for one day to live in her apartment.”
Dennis lets out a quiet laugh, the kind that’s both embarrassed and relieved, rubbing the back of his neck again. “Yeah… that sounds about right.”
A stretch of silence follows, comfortable this time, not awkward. He shifts slightly in his seat, then leans back, letting out a small sigh that feels more like relief than anything else. “She really does things her own way,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “But… I think it works. Somehow.”
You smile, soft and easy. “Yeah, it usually does. She has this… talent for making people fit into her world, whether they want it or not.”
Dennis glances at you, a faint, curious smile tugging at his lips. “I guess I have to be very thankful for that.”
You let the silence settle again, but it’s different now, lighter, threaded with something unspoken but not uncomfortable. The way he moves, the careful attentiveness in his posture, the faint warmth in his smile, it all makes the silence feel like it isn’t empty at all, just shared.
He looks tired, the kind of bone-deep weariness that comes from long hours and little sleep, but it doesn’t make him any less present. If anything, it makes the quiet weight of him feel even more real, real and grounded. You can’t help but notice the faint dark circles under his eyes, the slight slump in his shoulders, and yet there’s a steadiness to him, a calm that quietly balances the room, but you don’t want to overstay your welcome, he looks like someone who could needs to go to bed sooner rather than later.
You shift slightly on the couch, weighing whether to linger or give him space. There’s a softness to him, the kind of quiet presence that makes the room feel fuller just by being in it, but also the kind that suggests he could really use rest.
“Alright,” you say after a moment, leaning back into the couch, “I think I’ve learned enough about Dennis Whitaker for one evening. But you better be ready, Trin’s going to want to know everything I’ve found out.”
He raises an eyebrow, a small grin appearing. “Everything?”
“Everything,” you confirm, playful but firm. “No secrets from me. I’m her best friend, after all.”
He laughs, and it’s a little more freely this time. “Of course.”
You help gather the empty plates and glass, taking them back to the kitchen and putting the leftovers in the fridge for Trin when she gets home, but he insists on washing up when you offer to help with that too.
He shakes his head gently, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Nah, it’s fine. I’ll take care of that later. You’ve done more than enough already.”
“Alright, if you insist” you say, “I guess I’ll let you have your alone time with the dishes.”
He chuckles, the sound low and easy, and then there’s a comfortable pause.
“Well,” you then say, forcing a little more brightness back into your voice. “I should get going.”
He follows you to the door, stopping a few steps behind you, his hands in the pockets of his pyjama pants as he watches you reach for the door knob.
You turn your head, catching a glimpse of him over your shoulder. “Dennis?”
He looks up like he wasn’t expecting you to use his name.
“Yeah?”
“If you murder my best friend, I will beat your ass.”
He blinks. Then, almost imperceptibly, he smiles. “Noted.”
You open the door, the hallway air feels cooler than it should. You walk halfway down before you realize your heart is beating way faster than it has any right to. You pull out your phone to text Trinity.
YOU HAVE A MAN LIVING IN YOUR APARTMENT??!!
Three dots appear almost immediately.
oh yeah. lol
did u meet huckleberry?
isn’t he sweet
You glance back at the closed door. Sweet, yeah, that might be the problem.
Summary: How was Trinity supposed to know that the cute vet student that saved her cat's life was her boss's daughter??
Masterlist | Bad Idea Right Masterlist
Pairing: Robinavitch!reader x Trinity
Warnings: smut (nsfwish pics - none of which are meant to actuall look like the reader, just for inspo (and pintrest is just full of skinny white girls send help i can never diversify my spicy photos), sloppy lesbian sex), coming out (happy ending)
Notes: Once again Dr. Robby is white, but this author is not therefore by default the fmc is biracial though it's never explicitly stated, all my works are meant to be POC!readers (though everyone should be able to read and enjoy them) also i didn't know how to end this one so i just kinda did it yk
Turns out, dating your bosses daughter in secret is kind of sexy. Whittaker knew she asked out the cute vet student at the emergency clinic they went to - he'd even talked to you over FaceTime once when he'd answered Trinity's phone and brought it to her, but she didn't tell him who you were.
Which is exactly how they got into this situation.
Your dad had gotten up late and somehow forgotten his badge in his rush to get into work on time. You'd woken up to your phone violently vibrating off your bedside table as he desperately tried to get a hold of you. You got ready quickly, throwing on a hoodie quickly tying your hair so it was out of the way before you hopped in the car - badge in hand.
"Thank you honey," Your dad says when he sees you standing by the nurses station next to Dana, "I haven't been able to do anything without this."
"No problem, daddy," you respond, giving handing it over, "I would have stopped and grabbed you a coffee on the way over if I'd had the time to."
"He doesn't need it," Dana smirks, "I shaw him chugging his coffee earlier, that's his second cup."
"Dad! You said you were gonna cut back."
Your dad gives Dana a look, "Snitch. And I never said that. I said that I probably should cut back, not that I would cut back."
"Dr. Robby can I get your advice on my rule out appy? Oh hi," Whittaker says when he sees you. You try to still the panic bubbling up in your throat, "How have you been?"
"How do you know my daughter?"
"Your daughter?" Whittaker questions at the same time you say
"Oh he brought his cat to the clinic a while ago. Oh! Actually remember when I learned how to intubate? That was his cat in the video."
"Trintity's cat," Whittaker corrects, "You took a video intubating her cat?"
"My first intubation, didn't want to tell you that at the time for obvious reasons. How is he by the way?"
"Good as new!"
During the entirty of this conversation Robby and Dana have been looking between you, examining every detail of this interaction.
"Whittaker?" He finally interupts
"Yes?"
"The patient?"
"Oh right," Dennis hands him the iPad and your dad turns to you to give you a quick kiss on the head before returning to his regularly scheduled ER activities.
"How long have you been dating that one?" Dana questions one they're out of earshot.
"Not him," you make a face, debating your options, "his roomate."
"Roomate?" the realization hits her, "Explains why she's been more pleasant recently."
"Don't tell my dad? I'll get around to it I swear, I just need some time."
She mimes zipping her lips.
You text Trinity as soon as you get into the car
Trinity enjoys the sneaking around. Especially when you invite her over while she's doing night shifts. By the time she's off your dad is already at the hospital so she walks over showers in your shower and passes out in your bed. When she wakes up you're usually already home from work and you get to spend time with her before she has to go and relieve day shift.
When she wakes up she sees you at your dresser, hair damp as you pull on an oversized t shirt over your pajama shorts.
"No, I liked that view," Trinity croaks, voice still heavy with sleep, "Don't cover it up."
You roll your eyes, "You just woke up and you're already thinking about my tits."
"Baby, I'm always thinking about your tits."
She sits up in the bed and you take it as your invitation to crawl into her lap. You run your fingers through her hair lightly, pressing your lips against hers.
"How was work?" she asks, swiping a stray curl from your face.
You shrug, "Two seperate feral moms were brought in with their kittens nearly collapsing from dehydration - one of them was in a carboard box wrapped in duct tape. Not all of them made it."
"Aw, I'm sorry, baby," she pulls you in close, "Anything I can do for you?"
You shake your head, "This is good. Like holding you."
The slow languid make out session turns into you grinding your hips into hers. When you get the angle right. You pant as Trintiy gets her fingers in between you two, inserting two as you continue to grind down on her.
"That's it, sweet girl, take your time."
You do. You keep going with the slow roll of your hips, bucking into her hand as she fucks you on her fingers. You let out little whimpers, leaning into the kisses on your neck.
"N-no marks," but you don't pull away, "already washed my face. Don't wanna put concealer on again when you leave."
"I'l try," she hums against your skin, "you're too delicious."
When you look in the mirror later you tell her that she better start buying your concealer if she was going to keep this up.
"He said what?" You giggle over your glass of wine as Dennis tells his story.
"Ever since he thought we were dating he's been so nice to be. He said he was proud of me today. It makes me feel dirty in a way - like I'm living a lie."
Trinity slugs him in the arm, "Because you are, dummy. Don't forget that she's my girlfriend."
"Don't be jealous, Trin-trin," you laugh, definetly on the giggly side of sober, "He's helping. Clearly he's fine with me dating one of his residents so he'll be fine when we tell him it's you."
She steals a sip from your glass as she plants her self on the couch next to you, "Might feel differently when he finds out its me and that I've turned you into a lesbian with my magic vagina."
"I don't need to know anything about your vagina," Dennis scrunches up his nose.
"Trin, it's the 21st century, he's not gonna think that. And Dennis stop being a misogynist."
"You don't know that," she rolls her eyes.
"How am I being a misogynist?"
"I do know that," you give her a peck on the cheek before you turn back to Dennis, "you're a white man from Nebraska being weird about a vagina."
"I'm not being weird about a vagina, I'm being weird about a friend's vagina," he gesticulates to prove his point, clearly feeling the buzz now, "There's a difference."
"You're a doctor, you should be normal about all vaignas," you say.
"It's okay, baby, he can be a little weird about vagina's he's never seen one before," she teases and Dennis blushes.
"Shut up, Trinity," he murmurs.
Your eyes wide, "Wait I thought that was a joke it's true, you're a virgin?"
You've never seen anyone look more embarrassed, "You know it's totally normal. Gen z has less sex than other generations."
"I know the statistics. If you'll excuse me I'm going to go kill myself."
He stands up and you yank his arm back , "okay, okay, we'll stop I promise."
He sits back down in his spot.
"But if you change your mind I've got some friends that would find that endearing."
Given that your father has worked in the ER you're whole life, you knew that it was hard to get a hold of him while he was on shift. One time you'd fallen at practice and broken your arm, your mom had called your dad the whole car ride trying to reach him but no answer. When you did finally get there and security let in Dr. Robinavitch's daughter right away and your mother had yelled at him about calling her back when she called him more than 5 times in a 10 minute span.
All that to say, you didn't expect Trinity to text you back right away when she was working.
That did mean that sometimes you sent her messages, not expecting her to answer them until she was done.
Trintiy, cooly, slams her phone down on the table when Dr. Robby walks into the break room. The flush on her face gives her away. He gives her what she can only imagine is the "disappointed dad" look that she's heard you describe.
"Dr. Santos, there's no problem with you being on your phone when you're on your break but remember you are at work, okay."
She nods her head, waiting for him to grab his coffee and leave before she picks her phone back up.
Trinity can feel the ache in her back as she walks towards your house. She's exhausted, a drunk driver plowed through a diner. Luckily, given that it was 3 am at the time, the diner was mostly empty but PTMC had gotten all 4 criticals, pushing her into overtime as they tried to work on everyone.
She punches in the code you gave her, hearing Red Wine Supernova come to a stop when she puts her airpods back into the case.
"Honey?" It's not your voice. She can feel her heartbeat in her ears.
"Can you go check the mail, please? My new credit card is supposed to be in soon."
She looks down at her phone and realizes she fucked up the dates. Working nights me with her sense of time. Dr. Robby starts again tomorrow, real tomorrow not after her shift is over - she was in so much trouble. She needs to leave. She needs to turn around and run away very very far from her bosses house, but her feet are planted to the floor. Maybe if she stands very still he won't see her, like a T-rex.
"You're home already? I thought you were going to -" Robby turns the corner.
"You're not my daughter," so much for the T-rex theory.
Trinity opens her mouth. She tries to say something - say anythign but all that comes out is a small, "no."
"What are you doing in my house?"
It's weird seeing Dr. Robby at home outside of scrubs. Messy hair, pajama pants and an old PTMC shirt holding Kitty, who squirms out of his arms to rub up on Trinity's legs, confirming to Robby that Trinity has been here enough that his standoffish cat has warmed up to her.
"Santos?"
"I-I," For once she can't think of a singular thing to say.
"Hi baby!" you squeal, bending down to scratch Kitty's ears, "How was your day, my girl?"
When you turn the corner, Kitty in hand, stopping in your tracks when you see your dad in the kitchen with your girlfriend he's not supposed to know about. Trinity's knee is bouncing feverently as your dad stirs stuff in a pot on the stove.
"Wh-what's going on?" The anxiety and anticipation makes your breathes quicken.
"Dr. Santos - sorry, Trinity, was just telling me about how you've been dating for almost two whole months."
"I'm so sorry," she says, "I fucked up the dates. I thought he started days today."
"Trin, could you give me and my dad a minute? I'll meet you downstairs"
Trinity nods, scooping up her backpack and running down the steps.
You take a deep breathe, trying to calm your heartrate as you sit on the barstool next to him, "I-so what has she told you."
"Well I asked her what she was doing in my house and she said that you've been dating for almost two months and that you gave her the house code?"
"Guest code," you clarify, "I gave her her own code."
"Fine, but I just want to say I know you're an adult but I don't appreciate your friends staying in our house when neither of us aren't home. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I mean I didn't really know myself until I met her. She just kinda asked me out and I said yes cause like dating men wasn't really looking that great for me cause you know half the men my age are nazis now. And then things were going really well but I just wanted to make sure that I - like - was sure about it before I came out to you and-"
"Wait, wait, you think this about you being gay? I was talking about you dating my resident."
"Well I didn't know she was your resident when she asked me out, I met her at my work," you cock your head to the side, "you're not mad about me being gay?"
"Mad? Honey, no, I would never," and then suddenly he's wrapping you up in his arms the same way he would when you would have nightmares as a kid, "Is that what you were worried about?"
You shrug, "It's not like I thought you would kick me out or anything. I don't know I just got nervous."
You can't hold back the tear that rolls down your face.
He kisses the top of your head and gives you one more tight squeeze before he wraps his arms from around you, "Not that it matters too much but when you were a kid you had a perfectly good Ken doll that was beheaded in the back of your closet whenever you would have your Barbies marry each other. I was more surprised when you brought Ethan home if I'm being completely honest."
You laugh, sniffling as you wipe away your tears, "So you're okay with it?"
"The gay thing? Absolutely. The dating my resident thing?" he scratches the back his neck, "I'm not thrilled, but there are certainly worse people for you end up with and I promise I will give her an honest chance, even if she is my most headache-inducing employee."
"That's all I can ask for."
You sit in comfortable silence for a moment before your dad turns to you again, "So you weren't ever actually dating Whittaker were you?"
You can't stop the huff of laughter, "No, daddy, that was all in your head I promise. I mean I think he played into it a bit to help our cover but that's it."
A look of relief washes over his face, "Good. He's a good kid and I don't really think his self esteem can take the hit of being cheated on. Now go call your girlfriend, I made enough pasta for all of us."
“trinity would be a girlperv” trinity is absolutely a girlperv, if she’s at a bar (we’re gonna pretend garsantos isn’t a thing for a sec) she’s hitting on the girl in the tiniest mini skirt, she has gotten several lap dances before, she’s almost as bad as a frat boy except she respects the women she wants to slut out
Here’s my thoughts about Trinity and her girlperv tendencies…
Trinity gets PUSS. Big time. She’s a regular at every lesbian and queer establishment in Pittsburgh. There is not a night where she doesn’t go home without a stunning woman or person positively hanging off of her arm.
It’s come to a point where everyone at the Pitt knows how much pull their Dr. Santos has.
Now, this isn’t girlperv behavior. This is really just her having mad game.
That’s where you come in. Let’s say you’re a co-worker, a new intern. Trinity has to do a double take when you walk in. You’re a fucking dream in scrubs. Trinity immediately volunteers to take cases with you. Robby raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t voice his suspicions.
Trinity is a very good resident. However, you wouldn’t know because she spends every single case flirting with you, giving you heart eyes, or staring at your ass. It goes on like this for weeks until Trinity runs into you at one of the lesbian bars.
(Holy shit fuck yes you’re gay.)
Trinity makes a b-line to you. It doesn’t matter if you’re with friends or other co-workers, because from that moment on, you’re hers. Trinity pulls all the Santos-stops. Every single move she’s practiced over the last few years get used, and thank fuck it works.
You agree to go home with her, expecting this suave, flirty Trinity to rock your world. To her credit, she does. You just don’t expect her to be so… desperate.
She buries her face in your pussy and eats you out like a woman starved. You think after the first three (and then four, and then five) orgasms that she’d get sick of it, but then Trinity grabs a pillow and shoves it between her legs. She grinds against it as she eats you out, moaning and gasping into your cunt. At one point, you swear she says thank you into your pussy.
That night ends with you barely able to stand, and Trinity begging for you to be her girlfriend.
But if you think Trinity gets less desperate as your relationship goes on, you’d be sorely mistaken. It’s almost worse. Trinity is just so smitten with you that her default mood is either doting or horny. Everything gets her going.
Low-cut shirt? She’s asking for the strap.
You bend over to pick something up? She’s asking for you to sit on her face.
You get down on hands and knees to clean up some spilled oat milk? She’s drooling.
One time, you have to yell at her at a family event (her family’s, mind you!) when her frisky mood is just utterly inappropriate.
“No, Trinity, we are not fucking in the bathroom at your nephew’s baptism.”
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