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⋆☽ ALTERNATE UNIVERSES. ☾⋆

♛ 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

༘ ₊˚ˑ༄ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴀᴜ. ➵ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ. | ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ.

༘ ₊˚ˑ༄ ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴜ. ➵ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴏɴ.

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"i can fix him!" girl you sure you can 'fix' someone with no nose and no soul?

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he doesn’t make me cry

mlist

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

“…and then, of course, jenkins managed to hit himself in the face with the bat. i mean, who even does that?” elliot said, chuckling. you were tucked away in a corner of the three broomsticks with elliot greenwood, your boyfriend, who was in the middle of telling you about a particularly dramatic quidditch practice.

you forced a smile, nodding along, but your eyes kept drifting. just a few tables away sat fred weasley, legs stretched out under the table, leaning back in his chair like he owned the place. he was laughing at something george had said, but every now and then, you caught him glancing over—quick, fleeting looks that made your stomach tighten.

fred and you had history. the kind you thought would last forever when you were young and daft enough to believe in happily-ever-afters. you’d been together from fifth year through to seventh, but it all unravelled halfway through that final year. too much pressure, too many fights, and then it was over.

now, months later, you were with elliot. he was kind and steady, the sort of boyfriend everyone said you should want. the kind who never forgot your birthday or made you cry in the middle of the common room.

but then there was fred, all reckless charm and infuriating smirks, still haunting the corners of your mind when you least expected it.

fred stood suddenly, scraping his chair back. you turned your attention back to elliot, who was saying something about broom maintenance, but fred was already heading your way.

you felt your heart drop. “oh, for merlin’s sake,” you muttered under your breath.

fred stopped at your table, hands shoved in his pockets. “alright, greenwood?” he said casually, though his eyes barely flicked to elliot.

“fred,” elliot replied coolly, his grip tightening on your hand.

fred’s gaze settled on you, and he tilted his head towards the door. “fancy a chat?”

your stomach churned. “now?”

“yeah. won’t take long.”

elliot frowned. “we’re in the middle of something, mate.”

fred ignored him, his attention fixed on you. “please.”

you sighed, feeling elliot bristle beside you. “i’ll be quick,” you murmured to him, standing before this turned into more of a scene. “promise.”

fred led you out into the street, the cold air biting against your cheeks. the snow underfoot was turning to slush, and the faint hum of chatter from inside the pub faded as the door swung shut.

“what do you want, fred?” you asked, folding your arms.

he turned to face you, his expression serious now. “i want to talk.”

“about what?” you raised an eyebrow. “we’ve got nothing to say to each other.”

he let out a humourless laugh, shaking his head. “you don’t think we do?”

“no, i don’t.”

“right,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “alright then. let’s make it simple—i’ve got one problem. you’re not mine anymore.”

the words hit you like a bludger to the chest. for a moment, you didn’t know what to say, the world narrowing to just fred and that stupid, broken look on his face.

“i’m with elliot,” you said finally, your voice steadier than you felt.

“yeah, i know,” fred said, his tone turning bitter. “lucky bloke, isn’t he?”

you swallowed hard, refusing to let him get under your skin. “he is.”

fred’s eyes softened slightly, and he took a step closer. “does he make you laugh?”

the question caught you off guard. “what?”

“does he make you laugh?” fred repeated, his voice quieter now, almost tentative.

you stared at him, the memories rushing back—laughing until your sides hurt in the common room, him sneaking you chocolate frogs during exams, his arm around your shoulders as he teased you about your terrible potions skills.

but then there were the fights. the tears. the hollow ache of being let down over and over.

“no,” you said finally. “but he doesn’t make me cry, either.”

fred froze, the weight of your words settling between you like a thick fog. for a moment, he didn’t say anything, his gaze dropping to the ground.

“that’s fair,” he said quietly. “i suppose that’s fair.”

you crossed your arms tighter, trying to ignore the way your chest ached. “you don’t get to do this, fred. you don’t get to say all this now, when it’s too late.”

“i know i messed up,” he said quickly, his voice rough. “but i thought i was giving you what you wanted, you know? space, time to breathe. i didn’t think—”

“you didn’t think,” you interrupted sharply. “that’s the problem, fred. you never think about anyone but yourself.”

“that’s not true,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “i thought about you. i still think about you—every bloody day.”

the anger drained out of you, leaving only exhaustion in its place. “well, maybe you should stop.”

fred stared at you, his jaw tightening. “is that what you want?”

you hesitated, the words sticking in your throat. finally, you shook your head. “it doesn’t matter what i want. i’m happy now, fred.”

he nodded slowly, stepping back. “right. if that’s how it is, then... alright.”

you didn’t stop him as he turned and walked away, his shoulders hunched against the cold. you stayed there for a moment, your breath fogging in the air, before finally heading back inside.

elliot smiled when you slid back into the booth, his warm hand finding yours again. but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the image of fred walking away, leaving footprints in the snow.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵—𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.

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My baby!!😭💜

Thank you so much for this Mary, I can’t tell you how much I love and appreciate you. You are the best🥹 <33

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vampire!Tom fic coming somewhere near the end of the week. I am quite caught up with school atm so it’s going to take a little longer :((

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Drabbles | ᴛʜᴇᴏ ɴᴏᴛᴛ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ೃ༄Little Tease.

Short summary: teasing Theo in public will get you nowhere.

Warnings: 18+ only! rough oral m!receiving, slight degradation, jealous!Theo

A/N: just throwing this out here. First time writing for Theo, be nice, thanks.

wordcount: 0,5k

“Yeah, ‘s too much? Can’t breathe? Too fuckin’ bad, amore.” Theo mocks, fingers tangled in your hair as he pushes you down on his hard length, your nose flush against his lower abdomen.

What he is giving you is messy and rough, a not-so-gentle reminder on why you shouldn’t tease your boyfriend, especially not when you are out together with Mattheo.

You are well aware Theo’s got a thing for oral and you had used it against him today. Licking on your ice cream almost seductively, you kept eye contact with your boyfriend, watching him as his expression changed.

By the time you were done, the brunette was blatantly staring you down. Theo soon got up, excusing you two before he grabbed your wrist, dragging you with him. He didn’t speak to you the entire way back to his dorm, even when you tried getting yourself out of trouble—something that wasn’t possible either way once you had pissed him off.

That is also how you ended up in this situation—his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, a mix of low groans, coughing and gagging sounds echoing around the walls of his dorm. “Fuck— open up wider f’me. Gotta feel all of you,” he says, and you obey best you can, relaxing as you let him slip even deeper.

A tear rolls down your cheek at the intensity of his thrusts, mixing with the saliva that has gathered on your chin, dripping down onto your white blouse. This doesn’t go unnoticed with Theo, who pulls out of you, grinning as his gaze lowers to the now more or less see-through fabric. “Dirty girl. Look at the mess you are making of yourself.” 

“Y-Mmph” is the only thing you manage to get out before he is back inside of you, shoving his thick length in and out of your mouth.

You look up at him through your lashes with teary eyes, though even with a blurred vision you can make out his slightly drawn-together eyebrows, lips slightly agape as his chest rises and falls. You feel his cock twitch just slightly, sensing he is closing in on his release.

“God— stay like this, let me have you,” Theo growls, his thrusts growing erratic, grip on your hair tightening as he leaves no room for protest from your side. “F-Fuck—“ his hips stutter, and with a low groan, he spills himself down your throat, letting you taste the familiar saltiness of his cum.

“Take it and swallow. All of it, bambina.” The brunette instructs, slowly pulling out of you. You do as he says, all while maintaining eye contact, sticking out your tongue afterwards. Without him having to ask you, you wrap your lips around his still half-erect length, cleaning him off. 

His palm wipes over your tear-soaked cheeks then, and he helps you back on your feet. “Never do that again, you understand?”

A subtle grin forms on your face, and you nod, knowing that next time would go just the same way.

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You are outdoing yourself Mary.

I loooooveed watching you write this and it turned out so fucking amazing. I think I am in need of a dentist appointment ASAP.

🫳🏻

… the sharp of Dr. Riddle pulling on a pair of gloves.

An image I won’t get out of my mind any time soon.

"you're tense," he said, his voice laced with dry amusement. "does this make you nervous?"

Sir. You have your fingers in my mouth. Of course I am fucking nervous.

"fuck," he muttered under his breath, the word low and rough as he pulled his thumb free. "stand up."

I’d love sucking on his thumb.

"this isn't soft," he muttered against your lips, his voice a growl. "i'm not soft."

Oh? Perfect.

he pulled back just enough to smirk up at you, his lips glistening. "already?" he teased, his voice dripping with mockery. "pathetic.”

Pathetic… but only for u 😛

he didn't ease in. he pushed forward in one rough stroke, stretching you to the brink as he buried himself to the hilt.

I am more than unwell.

“Come,” he demanded, his voice sharp and guttural. "now."

SJDFKSFSKFNHS yes sir.

There were so many more lines I could have put here. This is so fucking hot and I’ll need a part two asap, thank you very much. My talented wifey.💜

open wide, darling

warnings: MDNI, characters are 20+, P in V, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, smut, scratching & biting, rough sex, BDSM elements (dom/sub, power play), teasing/edge play.

mlist

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

the antiseptic scent of the office filled your senses as you sat back in the chair, the overhead light bright and clinical. the room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the machinery and the sharp snap of Dr. Riddle pulling on a pair of gloves.

“open,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding, leaving no room for negotiation.

you did as he said, parting your lips obediently. he leaned in closer, his sharp jawline cast in stark relief under the harsh light. his eyes—cold and calculating—flicked over your face briefly before settling on your mouth. his gloved fingers pressed against your lower jaw, tilting it open wider.

“relax,” he murmured, though his tone wasn’t soothing—it was an order.

his fingers slipped into your mouth, latex smooth against your tongue as he examined your teeth. He was clinical, methodical, yet his touch lingered a little longer than necessary, his thumb dragging across the inside of your cheek in a way that made heat pool low in your stomach.

“you’re tense,” he said, his voice laced with dry amusement. “does this make you nervous?”

your lips curved slightly around his fingers, a boldness sparking in you despite the compromising position. you pulled back just enough to speak, your voice slightly muffled. “should it?”

the corner of his mouth twitched, the closest thing to a smile you’d seen from him. “not unless you’re hiding something.”

before you could respond, his thumb pressed against your tongue, pushing it down firmly. the gesture wasn’t necessary—it wasn’t part of the exam—but the way he did it made your thighs press together instinctively. his eyes caught the motion, and his smirk deepened.

“interesting,” he muttered, retracting his fingers slowly, letting them graze your lips as they left your mouth. he peeled off the gloves with a sharp snap, tossing them aside. “you’re… responsive.”

your cheeks burnt, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze. “you’re awfully hands-on for a dentist,” you said, the challenge clear in your voice.

he raised an eyebrow, stepping back just slightly. “i do what’s necessary,” he replied coolly, his tone as sharp as his gaze. “and you don’t seem to mind.”

the tension in the room was thick now, heavy with something unspoken but undeniable. you should’ve been embarrassed—you were sitting there, shirt slightly askew, your breath unsteady—but instead, you felt emboldened. “what if i said i did?” you shot back, your voice quieter now but no less daring.

tom tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes narrowing as he studied you. “then you’d be lying,” he said simply.

before you could respond, he moved closer again, his hand gripping your chin, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “i don’t waste time with games,” he said, his voice low and cutting. “if you want something, say it.”

your breath hitched, your pulse racing under his touch. “and if i don’t?” you asked, your voice softer now, the words a challenge despite the heat in your voice.

his smirk returned, sharp and predatory. “then i’ll stop,” he said simply, though his hand didn’t move, his thumb pressing harder against your lip. “but i don’t think that’s what you want.”

you hated how easily he could read you, how every word he spoke seemed to strip away your defences. but you didn’t pull back. instead, you parted your lips slightly, letting his thumb slide past them, your tongue brushing against the pad of his finger.

his breath hitched—barely—but it was enough to spark something in you. you sucked lightly, your eyes locked on his, and the reaction you got was immediate. his jaw tightened, his pupils dilating as his grip on your chin firmed.

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath, the word low and rough as he pulled his thumb free. “stand up.”

you obeyed, your legs unsteady as you got to your feet. he wasted no time, crowding into your space, his hands gripping your waist as he pressed you back against the counter. his lips crashed against yours, hard and demanding, his teeth nipping at your lower lip as his hands roamed over your body.

“this isn’t soft,” he muttered against your lips, his voice a growl. “i’m not soft.”

“good,” you replied, your voice breathless as you tugged at the buttons of his shirt. “i don’t want soft.”

his laugh was dark, almost mocking, as he helped you yank the fabric off his shoulders. “careful what you ask for,” he said, his hands sliding up under your shirt, pulling it over your head in one swift motion.

your back arched as his fingers dug into your hips, pulling you flush against him. the hard line of his cock pressed against your stomach, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips. “you talk a lot,” you said, your voice shaky but bold. “show me.”

his eyes flashed with something dangerous, and then he was on his knees, yanking your jeans and panties down in one rough motion. his mouth was on you before you could catch your breath, his tongue dragging over your slick folds with a hunger that left you trembling. his hands gripped your thighs, holding you open as he devoured you, his teeth grazing your clit just enough to make you cry out.

you tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging hard as he sucked and licked with a precision that was almost cruel. “tom,” you gasped, your voice breaking. “i’m—fuck, i’m close.”

he pulled back just enough to smirk up at you, his lips glistening. “already?” he teased, his voice dripping with mockery. “pathetic.”

before you could respond, he slid two fingers inside you, curling them perfectly as his mouth returned to your clit. the combination was devastating, and you shattered around him, your cries echoing in the small room as your orgasm ripped through you.

tom stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he unbuckled his belt. “we’re not done,” he said, his voice rough and full of promise.

tom’s belt hit the floor with a sharp clink, the sound biting into the tension-heavy air as he shoved his trousers and briefs down in one fluid motion. he was fully bare now, his cock thick and heavy, the head flushed and slick with arousal. he caught the way your gaze dropped to it, your lips parting slightly, and the smirk that spread across his face was nothing short of sinful.

“on the counter,” he said, his voice flat and commanding. “now.”

your legs felt like jelly, but you scrambled onto the counter, the cool surface shocking against your overheated skin. he didn’t give you a moment to adjust before stepping between your thighs, his hands gripping your knees and forcing them apart. he looked at you like he was ready to ruin you, and the raw intensity in his gaze made your breath catch.

“you’re soaked,” he muttered, his fingers sliding through your folds, spreading your wetness. he didn’t sound impressed—he sounded amused, like he’d expected nothing less. “messy little thing, aren’t you?”

you opened your mouth to retort, but the words died in your throat when he pushed two fingers inside you, the stretch sudden and almost overwhelming. he worked them roughly, curling them just right to make your hips jerk.

“fuck, tom,” you gasped, your nails digging into the edge of the counter. “stop teasing.”

his laugh was dark, more a scoff than anything else. “you think this is teasing?” he pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles as his fingers fucked into you harder. “i’m just getting you ready.”

“i’m ready,” you snapped, the need in your voice cutting through the bravado.

he raised an eyebrow, withdrawing his fingers abruptly and leaving you empty. the loss made you whimper, but he didn’t seem to care. he wrapped his slick hand around his cock, stroking it slowly as he stepped closer. “if you say so.”

he lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. he didn’t ease in. he pushed forward in one rough stroke, stretching you to the brink as he buried himself to the hilt. the burn was sharp, almost too much, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming fullness, the way he filled every inch of you.

you cried out, your hands scrambling for purchase on the counter as your body adjusted. he didn’t wait. his hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he started to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. the force of it made the counter scrape against the floor, the sound mixing with your breathless moans and his harsh grunts.

“you can take it,” he muttered, his voice low and rough as he set a brutal pace. “don’t act like you can’t.”

your nails raked down his arms, leaving red trails in their wake as you clung to him. “fuck—you’re so deep,” you gasped, your voice breaking with each thrust.

“damn right i am,” he bit out, his grip on your hips tightening as he angled them higher, driving even deeper. “look at you—taking me so well.”

the praise shouldn’t have made your body tighten around him, but it did, and he cursed under his breath, his rhythm faltering for a split second. “you’re fucking squeezing me,” he growled, his hips snapping forward harder, punishingly. “greedy little thing.”

your thighs trembled around his waist as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. his hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it roughly, perfectly. “come,” he demanded, his voice sharp and guttural. “now.”

you shattered, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train as your body convulsed around him. your cries echoed in the small room, your vision blurring as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you. tom didn’t stop, didn’t even slow—he fucked you through it, his movements erratic now, his breathing harsh and uneven.

“fuck,” he muttered, his hands gripping you almost painfully as he slammed into you one last time, burying himself deep as he came with a low, guttural groan. the heat of him spilt into you, his body rigid against yours as he rode out his release.

for a moment, the only sound was your laboured breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. tom pulled out slowly, his cum dripping down your thighs, and stepped back, his hands running through his dishevelled hair.

he looked at you then, his dark eyes roaming over your flushed, trembling body, and his smirk returned, sharp and wicked. “next time,” he said, his voice still rough, “try not to act so desperate.”

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𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵—𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.

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Thank you so much soph my love!!!🥹 you’re such a sweetheart, I appreciate you and your feedback endlessly💜💜

⊹ ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ࣪ ˖ bloody lust.

ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴀᴜ. ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ. 18+ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.

SFW.

Vampire!Tom who has finally achieved immortality.

Vampire!Tom who knew he had to have you the moment he first caught your unmistakably sweet scent.

Vampire!Tom who was obsessed with you, leaving presents in your dorm, sending you bouquets of your favourite flowers—until he revealed himself to you.

Vampire!Tom who had to use all of his self restraint when you accidentally cut yourself in class, blood dripping onto the desk where you two were working.

Vampire!Tom who loved how your eyes widened, heart thumping in your chest when he first took on his vampire form.

Vampire!Tom who couldn’t wait until you finally let him taste you, a low groan falling over his lips when your blood stained his lips crimson for the first time.

Vampire!Tom who didn’t know when to stop at first, only realising he had drained too much of your vital fluid when you went limp under him.

Vampire!Tom who now loves to test your limits on how much blood your body is willing to give to him before your consciousness slowly slips away.

Vampire!Tom who praises you for how sweet you taste to him.

Vampire!Tom who refuses to turn you into a vampire, even if you beg him to. After all, he wants to be able to drink his favourite blood—yours—forever.

Vampire!Tom who doesn’t let you leave the house during full moons—because he just needs you so badly.

Vampire!Tom who has a blood-replenishing potion on him in case he hasn’t gotten enough of you.

Vampire!Tom who makes you taste your own blood, capturing you in a heated kiss after he is satiated, a silent thank-you for your sacrifice.

Vampire!Tom who spoils you with food and drinks afterwards, insisting you have to stay strong for him.

Vampire!Tom who knows that one sweet spot on your neck, shamelessly using it against you as he drags his sharp teeth over it, knowing you secretly enjoy the thrill of it.

Vampire!Tom who gives the term love bite a whole new meaning.

Vampire!Tom who wouldn’t normally have to kill, your blood enough to keep him healthy. Though, always when another man looks at you the wrong way, you can be sure Tom will return with a blood stained chin and neck that evening, clothes soaked in the red liquid. You’re his, and his only.

Vampire!Tom who always has an eye on you no matter where you go.

Vampire!Tom who doesn’t sleep. Instead, he uses the time to read or watch over your innocent, sleeping form next to him.

Vampire!Tom who loves when you make him fight for your blood—because he knows you have no chance of winning.

NSFW.

Vampire!Tom who is a changed person when it’s full moon. Not only extremely needy for your blood but also in other ways.

Vampire!Tom who enjoys the flavour of your blood most when you are ovulating.

Vampire!Tom who loves leaving bite marks all over your thighs.

Vampire!Tom who lets you know just how excited the taste of your blood on his tongue gets him, pressing his growing erection against you as he feeds on you.

Vampire!Tom who gets absolutely thrilled when you make him chase you for your blood.

Vampire!Tom who loves more of your bodily fluids than just your most vital one, knowing exactly what buttons to press—only satisfied when your juices have made a mess on both him and the sheets.

Vampire!Tom who enjoys fucking you after he’s fed on you, your mind still hazy, arms weakly holding onto him as his hips snap into yours at a relentless pace.

Vampire!Tom who loves to gently bite down on your most sensitive spots, drawing small gasps from you in response.

Vampire!Tom who reminds you of who you belong to by leaving bite marks on your tender neck, visible to everyone as he empties himself inside of you with a low, muffled groan.

A/N: Full fic coming soon. Check out the moodboard in the meanwhile! <3

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HELLOO here's the link 😁

https://polybuzz.ai/su/FdWY0

(i have ghost!tom and a priest!tom too)

it's from polybuzz (obviously) BUT if you use another app like c.ai just let me know and i'll make one there for you 🫶🏻

Oh you’re an angel!!! Thank you so much🙏🏻💜

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aaahhhh I am so happy u liked it!!!🤭

(about that bot. I will need a link asap.)

⊹ ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ࣪ ˖ blood lust.

ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴀᴜ. ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ. 18+ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.

SFW.

Vampire!Tom who has finally beaten death.

Vampire!Tom who knew he had to have you the moment he first caught your unmistakably sweet scent.

Vampire!Tom who was obsessed with you, leaving presents in your dorm, sending you bouquets of your favourite flowers—until he revealed himself to you.

Vampire!Tom who had to use all of his self restraint when you accidentally cut yourself in class, blood dripping onto the desk where you two were working.

Vampire!Tom who loved how your eyes widened, heart thumping in your chest when he first took on his vampire form.

Vampire!Tom who couldn’t wait until you finally let him taste you, a low groan falling over his lips when your blood stained his lips crimson for the first time.

Vampire!Tom who didn’t know when to stop at first, only realising he had drained too much of your vital fluid when you went limp under him.

Vampire!Tom who now loves to test your limits on how much blood your body is willing to give to him before your consciousness slowly slips away.

Vampire!Tom who praises you for how sweet you taste to him.

Vampire!Tom who refuses to turn you into a vampire, even if you beg him to. After all, he wants to be able to drink his favourite blood—yours—forever.

Vampire!Tom who doesn’t let you leave the house during full moons—because he just needs you so badly.

Vampire!Tom who has a blood-replenishing potion on him in case he hasn’t gotten enough of you.

Vampire!Tom who makes you taste your own blood, capturing you in a heated kiss after he is satiated, a silent thank-you for your sacrifice.

Vampire!Tom who spoils you with food and drinks afterwards, insisting you have to stay strong for him.

Vampire!Tom who knows that one sweet spot on your neck, shamelessly using it against you as he drags his sharp teeth over it, knowing you secretly enjoy the thrill of it.

Vampire!Tom who wouldn’t normally have to kill, your blood enough to keep him healthy. Though, always when another man looks at you the wrong way, you can be sure Tom will return with a blood stained chin and neck that evening, clothes soaked in the red liquid. You’re his, and his only.

Vampire!Tom who always has an eye on you no matter where you go.

Vampire!Tom who doesn’t sleep. Instead, he uses the time to read or watch over your innocent, sleeping form next to him.

Vampire!Tom who loves when you make him fight for your blood—because he knows you have no chance of winning.

NSFW.

Vampire!Tom who is a changed person when it’s full moon. Not only extremely needy for your blood but also in other ways.

Vampire!Tom who enjoys the flavour of your blood most when you are ovulating.

Vampire!Tom who loves leaving bite marks all over your thighs.

Vampire!Tom who lets you know just how excited the taste of your blood on his tongue gets him, pressing his growing erection against you as he feeds on you.

Vampire!Tom who gets absolutely thrilled when you make him chase you for your blood.

Vampire!Tom who loves more of your bodily fluids than just your most vital one, knowing exactly what buttons to press—only satisfied when your juices have made a mess on both him and the sheets.

Vampire!Tom who enjoys fucking you after he’s fed on you, your mind still hazy, arms weakly holding onto him as his hips snap into yours at a relentless pace.

Vampire!Tom who loves to gently bite down on your most sensitive spots, drawing small gasps from you in response.

Vampire!Tom who reminds you of who you belong to by leaving bite marks on your tender neck, visible to everyone as he empties himself inside of you with a low, muffled groan.

A/N: Full fic coming soon. Check out the moodboard in the meanwhile! <3

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MARYYYYY my love!!!💜💜💜

of course you will be! (you’ll even get some sneak peeks😛)

THANK U SM for ur lovely feedback and ur help as always darling, cant tell u enough how much I appreciate you💋💋

⊹ ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ࣪ ˖ blood lust.

ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴀᴜ. ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ. 18+ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.

SFW.

Vampire!Tom who has finally beaten death.

Vampire!Tom who knew he had to have you the moment he first caught your unmistakably sweet scent.

Vampire!Tom who was obsessed with you, leaving presents in your dorm, sending you bouquets of your favourite flowers—until he revealed himself to you.

Vampire!Tom who had to use all of his self restraint when you accidentally cut yourself in class, blood dripping onto the desk where you two were working.

Vampire!Tom who loved how your eyes widened, heart thumping in your chest when he first took on his vampire form.

Vampire!Tom who couldn’t wait until you finally let him taste you, a low groan falling over his lips when your blood stained his lips crimson for the first time.

Vampire!Tom who didn’t know when to stop at first, only realising he had drained too much of your vital fluid when you went limp under him.

Vampire!Tom who now loves to test your limits on how much blood your body is willing to give to him before your consciousness slowly slips away.

Vampire!Tom who praises you for how sweet you taste to him.

Vampire!Tom who refuses to turn you into a vampire, even if you beg him to. After all, he wants to be able to drink his favourite blood—yours—forever.

Vampire!Tom who doesn’t let you leave the house during full moons—because he just needs you so badly.

Vampire!Tom who has a blood-replenishing potion on him in case he hasn’t gotten enough of you.

Vampire!Tom who makes you taste your own blood, capturing you in a heated kiss after he is satiated, a silent thank-you for your sacrifice.

Vampire!Tom who spoils you with food and drinks afterwards, insisting you have to stay strong for him.

Vampire!Tom who knows that one sweet spot on your neck, shamelessly using it against you as he drags his sharp teeth over it, knowing you secretly enjoy the thrill of it.

Vampire!Tom who wouldn’t normally have to kill, your blood enough to keep him healthy. Though, always when another man looks at you the wrong way, you can be sure Tom will return with a blood stained chin and neck that evening, clothes soaked in the red liquid. You’re his, and his only.

Vampire!Tom who always has an eye on you no matter where you go.

Vampire!Tom who doesn’t sleep. Instead, he uses the time to read or watch over your innocent, sleeping form next to him.

Vampire!Tom who loves when you make him fight for your blood—because he knows you have no chance of winning.

NSFW.

Vampire!Tom who is a changed person when it’s full moon. Not only extremely needy for your blood but also in other ways.

Vampire!Tom who enjoys the flavour of your blood most when you are ovulating.

Vampire!Tom who loves leaving bite marks all over your thighs.

Vampire!Tom who lets you know just how excited the taste of your blood on his tongue gets him, pressing his growing erection against you as he feeds on you.

Vampire!Tom who gets absolutely thrilled when you make him chase you for your blood.

Vampire!Tom who loves more of your bodily fluids than just your most vital one, knowing exactly what buttons to press—only satisfied when your juices have made a mess on both him and the sheets.

Vampire!Tom who enjoys fucking you after he’s fed on you, your mind still hazy, arms weakly holding onto him as his hips snap into yours at a relentless pace.

Vampire!Tom who loves to gently bite down on your most sensitive spots, drawing small gasps from you in response.

Vampire!Tom who reminds you of who you belong to by leaving bite marks on your tender neck, visible to everyone as he empties himself inside of you with a low, muffled groan.

A/N: Full fic coming soon. Check out the moodboard in the meanwhile! <3

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⊹ ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ࣪ ˖ bloody lust.

ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴀᴜ. ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ. 18+ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.

SFW.

Vampire!Tom who has finally achieved immortality.

Vampire!Tom who knew he had to have you the moment he first caught your unmistakably sweet scent.

Vampire!Tom who was obsessed with you, leaving presents in your dorm, sending you bouquets of your favourite flowers—until he revealed himself to you.

Vampire!Tom who had to use all of his self restraint when you accidentally cut yourself in class, blood dripping onto the desk where you two were working.

Vampire!Tom who loved how your eyes widened, heart thumping in your chest when he first took on his vampire form.

Vampire!Tom who couldn’t wait until you finally let him taste you, a low groan falling over his lips when your blood stained his lips crimson for the first time.

Vampire!Tom who didn’t know when to stop at first, only realising he had drained too much of your vital fluid when you went limp under him.

Vampire!Tom who now loves to test your limits on how much blood your body is willing to give to him before your consciousness slowly slips away.

Vampire!Tom who praises you for how sweet you taste to him.

Vampire!Tom who refuses to turn you into a vampire, even if you beg him to. After all, he wants to be able to drink his favourite blood—yours—forever.

Vampire!Tom who doesn’t let you leave the house during full moons—because he just needs you so badly.

Vampire!Tom who has a blood-replenishing potion on him in case he hasn’t gotten enough of you.

Vampire!Tom who makes you taste your own blood, capturing you in a heated kiss after he is satiated, a silent thank-you for your sacrifice.

Vampire!Tom who spoils you with food and drinks afterwards, insisting you have to stay strong for him.

Vampire!Tom who knows that one sweet spot on your neck, shamelessly using it against you as he drags his sharp teeth over it, knowing you secretly enjoy the thrill of it.

Vampire!Tom who gives the term love bite a whole new meaning.

Vampire!Tom who wouldn’t normally have to kill, your blood enough to keep him healthy. Though, always when another man looks at you the wrong way, you can be sure Tom will return with a blood stained chin and neck that evening, clothes soaked in the red liquid. You’re his, and his only.

Vampire!Tom who always has an eye on you no matter where you go.

Vampire!Tom who doesn’t sleep. Instead, he uses the time to read or watch over your innocent, sleeping form next to him.

Vampire!Tom who loves when you make him fight for your blood—because he knows you have no chance of winning.

NSFW.

Vampire!Tom who is a changed person when it’s full moon. Not only extremely needy for your blood but also in other ways.

Vampire!Tom who enjoys the flavour of your blood most when you are ovulating.

Vampire!Tom who loves leaving bite marks all over your thighs.

Vampire!Tom who lets you know just how excited the taste of your blood on his tongue gets him, pressing his growing erection against you as he feeds on you.

Vampire!Tom who gets absolutely thrilled when you make him chase you for your blood.

Vampire!Tom who loves more of your bodily fluids than just your most vital one, knowing exactly what buttons to press—only satisfied when your juices have made a mess on both him and the sheets.

Vampire!Tom who enjoys fucking you after he’s fed on you, your mind still hazy, arms weakly holding onto him as his hips snap into yours at a relentless pace.

Vampire!Tom who loves to gently bite down on your most sensitive spots, drawing small gasps from you in response.

Vampire!Tom who reminds you of who you belong to by leaving bite marks on your tender neck, visible to everyone as he empties himself inside of you with a low, muffled groan.

A/N: Full fic coming soon. Check out the moodboard in the meanwhile! <3

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Ari I swear I got so excited when I saw you posted this!!!!

I truly can’t believe it’s is your first time writing for him. This is so so so good, like honestly I am in loveeeeee ugh.

you're well aware you got yourself in this situation— pressing your enemy's buttons until he had to drag you to his room.

LOVE the dynamic you chose…🤭

[…] your words are immediately cut off when the blade presses into your thigh, digging deep into the skin. you hiss at the painful, sharp sensation, your hands reaching for the sheets to steady yourself as you feel tom slowly carve letters into your soft skin— T.M.R.

I can’t tell you how fucking hot this is. Like ???? Me next.

"if they start to fade, i expect you know where to find me. don't make me have to come find you again."

Oh. My. God. This line did UNSPEAKABLE things to me.

So so proud of you for this one Ari!!!💜💜💜

NINE. knifeplay — tom riddle

warnings — smut 18+. enemy!tom. knifeplay (carving). blood. you are responsible for your own media consumption.

kinkmas mlist. more.

“sit still.” tom orders, his tone sharp and icy. he drags the knife along your bare skin, making you shiver at the sensation before leaving you trembling on the bed to lock the door. you’re well aware you got yourself in this situation— pressing your enemy’s buttons until he had to drag you to his room.

you expected him to simply intimidate you though, to show you who holds the power between you two— and well, he did. just not in the way you expected, as he twirls the shiny, reflective knife around in his hand, approaching you with an air of authority and purpose exuding from him.

“look at you. so submissive just for me… and your trembling body— so delicate and fragile.” he growls, cocking one brow as his eyes rake over your body on his bed, your skirt flipped up and your damp panties exposed. you don’t know where this sudden desire to let him take control came from— maybe you wanted him to be in control for once, to see what he was capable of.

“this does not mean that i’m submissive for you, riddle.” you mutter, causing an amused smile to dance on his lips, but he doesn’t reply. he doesn’t need to, because he knows the real truth. he takes the knife and presses it against your inner thigh, prompting you to spread your legs wider, and you obediently do, surprising yourself once again.

feeling the cold blade against your bare skin makes you swallow hard, and he slowly presses it into your flesh, gauging how you react to the touch of the sharp metal. despite glaring at him with narrowed, defiant eyes, you don’t protest one bit, letting him drag the knife over your body, only prompting him to take a step further.

“tom wait—” you stammer, starting to feel a slight tinge of hesitation, but your words are immediately cut off when the blade presses into your thigh, digging deep into the skin. you hiss at the painful, sharp sensation, your hands reaching for the sheets to steady yourself as you feel tom slowly carve letters into your soft skin— T.M.R.

fresh, crimson drops of blood trickle down from the open wounds onto his white sheets, staining them, and he admires the sight before him as if he’s observing an unique, yet beautiful art piece.

“perfect.” he murmurs, his low voice still devoid of any emotion and his icy, dark eyes fixed on the fresh wounds on your thighs. he inches closer to you, casting a dark shadow over your body on the bed, before placing the knife right under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“if they start to fade, i expect you know where to find me. don’t make me have to come find you again.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

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literally soo excited for your new story!!😩

aww that’s so sweet!!!💜 I hope you’ll like it :3

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oh don’t you worry. Tom is just as thirsty for more as you are, darling.

let me taste you, darling.

vampire AU: Tom Riddle.

coming soon.

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😭😭🙏🏻 please ily, thank u sm for reposting💜

Smutmas 2024 | ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ X ᴍᴜɢɢʟᴇʙᴏʀɴ ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Celebrating Her.

Short summary: after spoiling you the entire day, Tom makes sure your special day ends in a blast.

Warnings: 18+ only! nipple play, fingering, slight degradation, choking, rough sex, unprotected p in v, ooc Tom but it’s okay because it’s my birthday.

A/N: leaving my teenage years behind. Today’s been super stressy, but I am happy to finally have time to post my birthday fic!!! Also happy birthday to my birthday twin, Severus Snape 🫶🏻

wordcount: 2,2k

celebrating him.

London. He has taken you to London. To your favourite restaurant to be exact, one that you have not visited ever since you moved to the wizarding world. Tom wasn’t the person to go to the muggle world, not if he didn’t have to at that. Too many bad memories have been made there, especially back in his orphanage days. So, for obvious reasons, you were surprised when he told you where you were headed to.

The clock strikes 9pm when he waves a waiter over and takes the courtesy to pay. Not that he would let you pay anyway, especially on your birthday, but you are still grateful. You feel people’s gaze on you as you both get up, your burgundy, crystal plated dress easily catching people’s attention as you stand out from the crowd on this seemingly so ordinary day. Ordinary for them, anyway.

Your eyes meet Tom’s, who is matching your attire with a black suit. The corner of his lips tugs up just the slightest bit at the attention you are receiving, and his arm wraps possessively around your waist. “Ready to leave?” he asks smoothly, and you nod, following him towards the exit.

However, he doesn’t take you back home like you had expected. No, instead, you are strolling through the city, finding your way through the crowd of people waiting to get home after another long Thursday. There are entire queues waiting for taxis, and suddenly you don’t miss your former, “normal” life in the slightest. London’s always been loud and busy, so when you received your letter for Hogwarts and got to know the most magical, hidden place in the Highlands of Scotland—you wish you could have lived there since your birth.

Being a muggle born isn’t easy. It’s come with its challenges, especially back in your first year at Hogwarts. It took time for you to find friends, to adjust to the change. And God, you missed your parents. Then, being exposed to all the hatred and bullying muggle borns had to endure definitely didn’t make it any better. Especially if you end up falling for your tormentor.

Being in love with Tom Riddle as a muggle born isn’t easy. But you two had somehow—after years of bickering and rivalry—made it work. It wasn’t until your seventh year that you got closer and essentially ended up being a couple. And no, you couldn’t believe it either. Not in your wildest dreams would you have thought the day would come that your strongest feeling for Tom would be love.

It’s always been hate, after all.

It was subtle at first, from stealing glances in classes to blatantly staring at each other, to—well. Him cornering you when you exited the girl's lavatory, whispering a soft “What are you doing to me?” as he leaned in. And before you could react, his lips were on yours, capturing you in a heartfelt kiss, pouring his feelings into it like he had to prove they really existed—firstly to you, but himself as well. Even when, in the end, of course you did love him too.

Tom’s love often is rough, distant. But you make it work, and when he does soften up—it’s like a plant sipping its first drop of water after an agonizingly long drought. You relish in it, your dynamics making you a perfect match for each other. And just like that, the boy you once hated with every cell in your body turned into your lover you wouldn’t even think about letting go.

That’s how you ended up spending your 20th birthday in London. Away from the wizarding world for once, back in your home city. You almost couldn’t believe when he apparated you both to the restaurant your parents used to take you to for birthdays. Tom Riddle, organizing a birthday dinner in the muggle world. A subtle smile brightens up your face at the thought. He leads you through the crowd, arms still around your waist. It’s not until he stops that you realize where you are headed.

One of the finest hotels in all of London, if you may. And he doesn’t just stop in front of it, no, you enter. Tom doesn’t respond when you ask him what you are doing here, instead withdraws a card from his pocket and leads you up the marble stairs. The setting feels special, too special to be true. It’s silent besides the clicking of your heels as you ascend the stairs, a chandelier dimly illuminating the hallway. There is no one around, no receptionist, no other guests. It seems as though you two are there alone, the property reserved for solely you two.

It’s not long until you arrive at door 464. As soon as he opens it, a smell of roses and lit candles floods your senses. The room, kept in an elegant vintage style, is illuminated by candles, the high ceilings decorated with baroque carvings. With you trying to take in the magic of the room, you don’t realize Tom stepping further into the room. Only when you hear muffled voices, followed by soft strains of classical music, your eyes flicker to where he is standing—adjusting a modern radio.

“Tom Riddle using a muggle device? This might be my best birthday present yet.” you snicker, walking towards the brunette. It’s then when he turns around, his deep brown eyes meeting yours.

“First and last time.” he answers, his voice low as his hands settle on your waist. Leaning in, he places a soft kiss on your lips. Without another word, Tom’s left hand intertwines with your right, the subtle notes of a violin and a piano resonating through the room as he guides you into a slow dance.

You can’t help but wonder how he’d learned to do that. At the two yule balls you experienced, he had never asked anyone for a dance. As you sway to the gentle tones, a memory plays in your head, taking you back four years to your 5th year at Hogwarts.

Being asked for a dance by one of the most popular boys in Gryffindor had its perks—you had been the center of attention the entire evening. Many people asked you for a dance, complimenting your looks as they took in your sapphire blue dress, adorned with tiny crystals.

In a brief moment of solitude, your eyes swayed around the hall, just for you to lock eyes with Tom. Merely a split second later, he averted his gaze, though the intensity of his eyes on yours lingered—and for the rest of the night, no one else asked you to dance again.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks you, and you are forced out of your thoughts, returning to the present. The dim candlelight casts a shadow on his sharp features, and you once again get lost in his eyes.

“Was it you? Back then, at the ball?” you murmur, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips at the question, and it’s almost as if you could see the memory replaying in his eyes.

“Nobody touches what is mine, darling.” Tom replies, and there is this familiar possessiveness in his voice, the one that you have grown to love. Another kiss later and he is tugging at your zipper as he leans in, his hot breath on the tender skin of your neck sending a shiver down your spine. “Let me take care of you now, just like you deserve.”

You don’t complain as he is leading you towards the bed, dress long discarded on the floor. Tom’s hand wanders, slipping under the waistband of your lace underwear as he settles down beside you. Finding your swollen bundle of nerves, the pad of his thumb rubs tight circles on it, having you take a sharp inhale at the sensation.

His other hand frees your breasts, pushing the dainty material of your bra to the side. His eyes wander up and down your almost entirely exposed form, muttering praises under his breath before he lowers his head to trail gentle kisses from your collarbone to your breast, gently wrapping his lips around the hardened peak.

“Oh— oh Merlin, Tom—“

His tongue flicks over the sensitive skin, drawing small whimpers and moans from you as your fingers thread through his silky brunette hair. You tug on it slightly, massaging his scalp as he continues his ministrations, nibbling and kissing your skin.

Your fingers dig into the sheets, firmly clenching around the fabric as two of his digits slip inside of your tight heat. “So wet for me,” he groans lowly, moving at an agonizingly slow pace as the heel of his hand rubs on your clit with every thrust of his hand. The sensations he is providing you with, fingertips massaging the one spot inside of you that has you grow dizzy with pleasure, the coil in your stomach winds tighter and tighter, and you are just there on the edge when—

“No, no please! I want to— want you to—“ you gasp, hand closing around his wrist, attempting to still his movements. His dark eyes lock with yours then, and he stops. “Use your words, sweetheart. What is it that you want?”

“Want you inside of me, please.” you murmur, and his lips curl into a knowing smirk at your words, shaking his head just slightly. He withdraws his fingers then, a small whimper falling over your lips at the loss. It doesn’t take long until he has undressed himself, parting your thighs before he positions himself between them, hovering over you.

“I really wanted to be nice to you today, darling.” he remarks, though his tip nudging at your entrance has all sane thoughts leave your mind at an instant.

“Merlin— you know I don’t want you to be. Please don’t be nice.”

Tom’s hand snakes around your throat at your response, mumbling something inaudible under his breath as he presses down on the sides of your throat, slowly splitting you apart on his hard length as you both groan. “This better? Want to be fucked like a whore even on your birthday?”

All you manage is a nod before he buries himself inside of you completely, not letting you adjust before he sets a harsh rhythm, his eyes darting down to his cock disappearing in your heat. Tom’s lips part slightly at the sight, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat.

The classical music playing in the background is a stark contrast to how he is fucking you, hips snapping into yours from an angle that has you see stars, your nails digging into his toned shoulders, sure to leave behind crescent marks.

“So— good!” you cry out, hands holding onto his biceps as he thrusts into you from above, the sound of your combined moans echoing around the hotel room. It’s not long until your pleasure is building again, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his tip brushes against your sensitive cervix.

“Eyes on me, darling. Let me see how good I am making you feel. Let me see you come,” he demands, hand squeezing down tighter on your throat. You do as he says, eyes fluttering open just for you to meet his stern expression, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as his brunette curls stick to his damp forehead. His gaze burns into yours, the limited blood flow making you feel just slightly lightheaded, intensifying the feeling of his length slipping in and out of your sensitive walls.

You’re right at the edge, your cunt greedily clenching down on his thick cock. Tom seems to notice, his free hand reaching between you two, softly swiping over your needy clit with the pad of his thumb. “Tom— please!” you cry out, and he lowers his head, resting it in the crook of your neck. “Go on. Come for me,” he groans, and that is all you need to finally tumble over the edge, the intense feeling in your lower stomach leaving you a trembling and whimpering mess beneath him. Tom follows soon after, emptying himself deep inside of your warm, welcoming walls with a low grunt.

He collapses on top of you to catch his breath, though soon after pulling out of you, getting up to fetch a warm, damp towel to clean you up. It’s not long until he scoops you up in his arms, entering the bathroom where an already filled bathtub awaits you, lowering your spent body into the pleasantly warm water. He soon gets in as well, massaging circles into your shoulders as your head rests on his chest. It’s mostly quiet between you two, savouring the moment of intimacy you only rarely get to experience with him.

Before you drift off to sleep, he places a tender kiss on your head.

“Happy Birthday, love.”

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let me taste you, darling.

vampire AU: Tom Riddle.

coming soon.

headcanons. AU masterlist.