"Riddle! if you want this to work no more horcrux!" "fine, darling" "Don't call me that" "Of course, darling" Fem!Harry Potter x Tom Riddle [Harry Potter - Tom Riddle Era] Started - 03 : 05 : 2022 Ended -

'She looked at him and her heart shattered. All the things she wanted them to be.' Two rivals, both destined to be the best. But together they make one master of death. TW: smut Death Suicide ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 #1 wizardingworld 5.8.22 #1 deatheaters 3.1.23 #1 tomriddle 14.6.25 #1 Slughorn 16.1.23 #1 dumbledore 26.6.23 #2 Nagini 18.2..22 #1 chamberofsecrets 28.2.22 #1 eater 1.9..22 #2 tomriddlelovestory 10.2.22 #1 Horcrux 8.4.23 #5 snakes 4.3.22 #8 riddles 31.3.22 Tomriddlexreader :)

She didn't want love She just wanted to be loved .... and that was just so very different Act I

ᴘʜᴛʜᴀʀᴛɪᴄ ⤷adjective │meaning : deadly; destructive ᴇᴘɪᴄᴀʀɪᴄᴀᴄʏ ⤷noun │meaning : the joy that results from others' misfortune ───── ❝ Let me be your woman for I will make you the ruler of all ❞ ─────

he loves me to death. cover by heartfates

The heatwave of 1955 didn't just bring cracked roads and heavy air to Maple Hill, it brought Kitty O'Callaghan. Instead of the quiet start she hoped for with her mother, Kitty finds herself trapped under the roof of her stepbrother Johnny - a brooding mechanic who sees in her every trace of the woman he resents. What begins as aggression soon turns to desire. Johnny soon wants more than her fear. He wants her softness, her trust, her heart. And nothing will stand in his way. Not her tears. Not her defiance. Not even her hate. ~ He lowered himself to the edge of the bed, the quilt dipping beneath the weight of his knee. His hand lifted, brushing the stray curl aside, fingertips grazing the smooth line of her cheek. Then he leaned in, his breath warm at her ear. "Kitten..." His voice slipped through the quiet. "Wake up." At first she only stirred, a small sound catching in her throat as her brow drew tight. "C'mon now. Look at me." His hand lingered near her face. Fingertips brushing her cheek once more in a slow movement. Her lashes fluttered once, twice. Then her eyes opened, heavy with sleep. For a second she only stared, unseeing, then the blur sharpened landing seeing his face so close to hers. Her whole body jolted, shoulders driving into the pillow as if to put distance where there was none. Her legs kicked under the blanket, the sheets twisting around her ankles. Her mouth opened, dragging in a sharp, startled breath as a scream began to claw its way up from her chest. But it never made it out, he was ready. His hand clamped down hard over her mouth. Her eyes filled with instant panic. She froze. Then fought.

A high school hostage turns to something more personal. Watch as Ivy's denied love to Jorge turn into something much darker. A chloroform trip to a unwanted room. Is it her worst nightmare or something else? -Warning- Mature Content: Kink, bdsm, sex, toys. Tip of the iceberg

A young couple explore inexplicit sexual fantasies. M/F (recommendation: imagine you and your person of choice) Have fun. Hope you enjoy.

I struggled against the cold, rough rope binding my arms behind me and strained against the chair wrapping me in chain and rope. It seemed the more I struggled the tighter my chains became. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The chain around my neck held fast to the chair, jutting my face forward and the blindfold secured around my eyes ensured my lack of vision. I heard a heavy clutter behind me and arched my back, attempting, once again, to free myself. The clutter ensued, followed by footsteps. Slowly, they made their way towards me and my pulse doubled. The footsteps stopped and a deep chuckle rang though the room. I struggled against my bonds but it was of no use. I opened my mouth but the gag prevented any noise from escaping. The man laughed again, sending spurts of adrenaline through my blood. I felt my cheeks redden. He slowly bent down and whispered in my ear, "Enjoying this?" He paused, "Don't worry, we have only just begun."

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 ❦ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 The Velvet Room; one of New York's largest underground clubs where women are forbidden fruit. No touch, just stare has a whole different meaning. Reyna Lovelace is the brand new toy at the club. All mens attention is on her, especially the club owners; The Axton brothers. But what she doesn't know, is becoming theirs is more traumatizing than she realizes. - Preview - The soft touch of a hand grazing my arm was enough to make me jump and my heart pump a little harder. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this situation, sandwiched between the two men and feeling as if there was no escape. But maybe I didn't want to, maybe I didn't want to escape. I don't know, my head was spinning. Vincent clicked his tongue, tapping under my chin to turn my head up and grazing his hand along my neck. He could see I was nervous at each coming touch, they both could. Lucas set a tender kiss on my shoulder and up to my neck while his hands trailed slowly down my waist. "This-This isn't right I-I," My lips sealed at the feeling of two sets of lips on each side of my throat. Vincent was near my jaw on my left, Lucas still working his way up the crease of my throat on my right. "What's not right about it baby, hm?" Lucas whispered. I wanted to say something, object and give him a list of reasons but when I thought about it, why was it wrong? My head lolled back against Lucas' shoulder as he lifted my skirt above my hips, and hummed at the feeling of my bare skin, with no panties hugging my hips. ___________ #1 exotic #7 trauma #1 bdsmrelationship #4 billionaire #7 stripper #3 polyamory #2 stripper #1 stripper