Tom eats you out and fucks you _ "I'm going to fuck you now." "You've already said that." _____ NOW EDITED!! |Highest Rankings: #3 in TomxReader #36 in TomMarvoloRiddle|

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕯𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖘 ❝HE COMPLETELY SUBMERGED ME IN HIMSELF. JUST LIKE THE POISON IVY THAT CLIMBS UP ON OLD BUILDINGS, EVENTUALLY, ONLY HE WAS VISIBLE. WHILE I WAS BURIED DEEP UNDERNEATH THE HEAVY FOLIAGE OF HIS SUFFOCATING LEAVES.❞ [Book 1] [1949-1980] [Tom Riddle Era + First Wizarding War] [Started: 08/03/2018] [Completed: 06/02/2020] [Under Editing: 06/29/2024]

Tom Riddle began working at Borgin and Burkes directly after graduating with the full intent of gaining more knowledge and having free rein to practice his darker interest. However, when Chiara Romano walks into the antique shop asking for a job he finds himself thrown slightly askew from his agenda. COMPLETED [Tom Riddle/Original Female Character]

"My youth is yours," Penelope whispered to Tom as she approached him. In which Tom Riddle is seduced by Penelope Green. Two screwed up, broken people almost fix each other. Relationships mean compromise and sacrifice. For these two, it's mostly sacrifice. 《SHORT STORY》《MATURE THEMES》 《SMUT》《SWEARING》

He had achieved almost everything he had wanted. He had power and he was immortal. And yet, there were a few things he hadn't achieved. He had not been able to get rid of his fear of defeat. And he had not been able to forget what had happened that fateful night fifteen years ago. If you asked him whether he has rued what happened that night, he would tell you that there's no room for repentance or contrition where there's not even a conscience. Yet he would tell you that although he felt no remorse that did not mean he did not regret. Sometimes you only know what you've had when you lose it. Sometimes it needs loss to inspire perception. Sometimes you need a second chance. And sometimes you get it. ********** This is the sequel to my story "Poison", and I guess it's necessary to have read "Poison" for "Perception" to make sense, so please feel invited to read "Poison" first if you haven't done so yet ;-)

If she was honest she had always known there wasn't going to be any happily ever after. She had known it from the very beginning. And still, somewhere deep inside, she had harboured the hope that even in darkness there might exist happiness. Lasting happiness. But darkness is consuming. Darkness is inexorable. And darkness is lasting. Everlasting. *********** This is the sequel to my stories "Poison" and "Perception". Even though it is not necessary to read these first, it is probably useful to know their content :) So please feel invited to have a look at Poison and Perception, if you haven't read them yet!

"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨." "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞." • Livia Wade is known for being a descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw and that's where her popularity ends. Tom Riddle is known for being Tom Riddle. He's got the looks, the brains and the charm. Nobody expected their paths to cross. But they do, and Livia's suspicious. What would Tom Riddle want with the ordinary Livia Wade?

"I suggest you leave, before I lose complete control of my hormones and perhaps lose my mind over you." "And what if I don't leave, Tom?" she said, with a smirk forming at the corner of her lips. "Then I'll rather do something, that will make you scream my name."

CRINGY AS FUCK READ AT OWN RISK Freya Taschereau was Tom Riddle's first and last love. She was an aristocratic witch, with intelligence that sparkles in her eyes. She was beautiful, kind, and stubborn. But to him all she would ever be was his. From the minute his eyes met hers, he was infatuated. All rights for everything accept the plot and OCs to J K Rowling. I know how cliché this sounds I wrote it when I was like thirteen, and we all know that phase. It's pretty decent though.

Red like her hair Red like her lips Red like her freshly painted nails Red like her underwear Red like her blood Red is her This story is about a naive girl and how she made a young Tom Riddle fall madly in love with her.