18+ Tom Riddle x Reader fic You like to collect magical artifacts, this hobby of yours was going to bring you to Borgin and Burkes at some point. How lucky for Tom Marvolo Riddle who has his own ideas about you and some of those artifacts.

Harry Potter One Shots | request are closed.

1. Gift - smut 2. An Interesting Story - neutral 3. Little Black Box - little smut 4. A Conversation for a Pub - barely anything 5. Warren(Part 1) - neutral 6. Warren(Part 2) - angsty but neutral 7. Our Game - Slow start but smut 8. Gentleman - Muggle AU and barely anything 9. Gentleman(part 2) - Muggle AU and smut 10. Gentleman (Part3) - Muggle AU and smut 11. Gentleman(Part 4) - Muggle AU and neutral 12. Trance - *well-written* smut 13. Trance(part 2) - smut again!! Read the TW 14. Restricted Section - Smut lol 15. Heartbreaking - angsty and toxic 16. Heartbreaking - part 2 - angsty as hell bro 17. Heartbreaking - part 3 - I'm so sorry 18. Only One Tent - nothing NSFW other than my cursing habits 19. Only One Tent (part 2) - one bed trope 20. The Scent of Dark Magic - literally has it all, prob my fav other than Gift 21. You Care - angst and smut go hand in hand 🤝 22. Ask and Receive - Extremely consensual sorta age gap smut 23. How Was Your Day? - dramatic Y/N (gf) x grumpy soft Tom(bf) fluff 24. Hunger - long smut 25. Seat at the Table - intro to part 2 but totally pg

slytherin boys reacts|imagines|one shots etc. some content NSFW!! includes: tom riddle|theodore nott|lorenzo berkshire|draco malfoy|blaise zabini|mattheo riddle|regulus black credit for lorenzo berkshire goes to -babynaomi credit for mattheo riddle goes to yasmineamaro

My chest exploded with excitement, his words making me clench my thighs together. Mattheo shoved his knee between my legs making me gasp, his touch finally returned to my body. "Don't do that." I squeezed my thighs around his thigh, making him groan. "Fuck Aurora." Mattheo rasped. I rolled my hips against him, a strangled moan escaping my lips. "You're pretty fucking pathetic." Mattheo spat releasing my neck, his hand moved down my chest, filling my stomach with anticipation. "You're really that needy?" Mattheo asked. His fingers brushed over my clit making me squeeze my eyes shut, holding back a moan. CONTAINS DRUGS/ SEXUAL CONTENT/VIOLENCE/TOXIC RELATIONSHIP Highest rankings #1 in Blaise zabini #4 in Mattheo Riddle #1 in Riddle #2 in kink #1 in book #9 in knifeplay #1 in hookup #2 in wizard #2 in wizarding world #1 in Ron Weasley

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

IVARSEN'S POV: She stops me."I want to ride you." I try to unzip my pants, but disappointment is written all over Indie's face. "What?" "Nothing." She bites her lip as she plays with her hair, flipping it. "What?" I gritted my teeth, my patience running thin with her. "When I said I wanted to ride...I meant your face."

Nathan Kingston has been forgotten by the world. A dad that fucked off when he was young and a mother gone days at a time with work he feels alone. Especially since he goes to the most elite private school in the city on scholarship. He's falling down a pit, he needs someone. But nobody notices him, except a smiling girl with icy blue eyes. Ivy Matthews loves her family, she really does. But she's the middle child, squashed between a supermodel older sister, a basketball star twin brother and a figure skating prodigy younger sister. She gets overlooked, unless she gets in trouble. She's failing two of the classes she needs to graduate, she needs someone. And he's the boy who never smiles. • • • Matthews Series: Book Two [DUAL POV] ⚠️Tw: Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Panic Attacks [word count: 103129]