...I'm very normal about taking pics of Sebastian and Ominis (almost) holding hands, so I put all the ones I have in a little collection 💕

Regulus always talked about the unfair treatment of house elves to Pandora, who passed on the knowledge to Luna. Which is why Luna calls Dobby sir

Lovelovelove the tomarry dynamic where Tom's like "Merlin, he wants me so bad, it's honestly a little pathetic"

Meanwhile, Harry's in his own little world like "I could choke him out with shoe laces...... i won't.. but, like, I could."

And they're insanely in love

Sebastian did not learn the lesson🥲

The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as the Sorting Ceremony commenced. First-years lined up, nervous and eager, while older students whispered amongst themselves, making their own guesses about which house each new student would be placed into.

At the staff table, Professor Harry Potter observed the procession of young witches and wizards with a practiced gaze. It had been years since his own time at Hogwarts, yet some things never changed. He leaned back in his chair, absently running a hand through his hair as he listened to the Sorting Hat calling out house names.

And then, a name echoed through the hall.

"Riddle, Mattheo."

Harry froze.

anytime my chemical romance trends on tumblr, a small part of me hopes that there is news about an album…and then i realize it’s just the feral raccoons digging through the dumpster that is MCR youtube interview content of the 2000s

Werewolf Theo, Healer You

˖°𓇼 He was supposed to die. You weren't supposed to save him but you did. Instead, he bit you. Not enough to turn you—just enough to make you his. Now you’re marked, claimed, tracked. He knows your scent. Know when you’re wet. And every full moon? He finds you. Crawls through your window. And reminds you exactly why you should’ve let him die.

˖°𓇼 Works -

⋆ Blurb

⋆ Run, baby, Run.

⋆ Jealous, Rabid, and Out of Control || Part - 1 || Part - 2

✮ Tags - @empath-bunny @gipsonnikki @emptyachingblue @syymplypotter @a-little-funny @chimchoom (Comment Or Dm if you wanna be added)

a/n - Hello, my certified cutie red flags!!! AHHHHHHHHHH my first au. I am so fucking excited. I had so many ideas for au. But This one is the first one. Idk why the image looks so fucking weird, like the quality seems so cheap (just like me) anyways hope you'll like it

didn't even knew i needed werewolf!theo... but this is so fucking good wtf

Tom working at borgin and burkes will never not be funny to me like tjskdkskdksk I've worked customer service jobs since I was 18 and they made me, an otherwise (somewhat) fully functional adult, want to commit acts that violate the geneva convention can you IMAGINE what tom was coming up with for customers he hated? He's already split his soul at that point potentially twice like... there's definitely some bodies buried in the back is all I'm saying

FINALLY SOMEONE MENTIONS THIS!! i understand and can't blame him, honestly, the thoughts I've had in my past jobs at costumer service...

Here, have some old prongsfoot sketches 💕✨

────۶ৎ his hunger, your ruin

tom riddle doesn’t just want your blood—he wants to ruin you, break you, and fill you until you know you’re his.

𓂃⭑ a/n. this wouldn’t exist without my love marleen, who first blessed us with the vampire!tom. all credit for this deliciously dark concept goes to her, so go lose your mind over her au + fic. show her all the love and tom might just pay you a visit in the night x

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

his breath is cool against your throat, a ghost of a touch that makes you shiver beneath him. ‘pretty thing,’ he murmurs, voice like silk laced with something darker, something more dangerous. ‘mine.’

you whimper, thighs already trembling where they’re spread around him, the heavy weight of his cock pressing against your slick folds. he hasn’t pushed in yet, just letting the tip tease you, smearing your arousal over himself. he loves this—loves watching you squirm, watching the way your body betrays you.

‘needy little thing,’ he taunts, dragging a single, sharp fang along your pulse point. you jolt, body arching up, but he pins you down, fingers bruising where they dig into your hips. ‘do you have any idea what you do to me? how fucking sweet you smell? i should drain you dry right here, watch you go limp on my cock.’

your breath stutters, a whimper slipping past your lips. and fuck, it only makes him harder, cock twitching against you, precum leaking onto your swollen clit.

‘please,’ you gasp, and that’s all it takes for his control to snap.

he thrusts into you in one brutal motion, splitting you open, a strangled moan tearing from your throat. you can feel him—feel every inch, every ridge, feel the way his cock stretches you, forces your body to take him.

his fingers find your jaw, tilting your head back, exposing your throat. he watches you, eyes blown black with hunger, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

‘so good for me,’ he purrs, rocking into you, dragging his cock along your walls, slow and deep, making sure you feel every fucking inch. ‘so tight. so warm. you were made for me, weren’t you?’

you nod—desperate, delirious, pleasure pooling low in your belly. ‘yes,’ you breathe. ‘yes, tom—’

his teeth sink into your throat.

the pain is sharp, white-hot, and then—bliss. a rush of pleasure so intense your vision blurs, your walls clenching tight around his cock as you cum, a cry tearing from your throat.

he groans, fucking you through it, drinking deep, his hips snapping against yours, chasing his own release. your blood is thick on his tongue, intoxicating, his grip unrelenting as he ruts into you, dragging out every last tremor of your orgasm.

‘so perfect,’ he breathes, pulling back just enough to press his bloodstained lips to yours. ‘so fucking perfect.’

then, with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep, spilling inside you, his body shuddering against yours.

but he’s not done.

‘look at you,’ he breathes, dragging his fingers through the mess between your legs, pushing his own cum back inside you. ‘soaking my cock, full of my cum, and you still want more, don’t you?’

you whimper, but you don’t deny it. can’t. not when your body is still trembling, still burning with the need to be ruined by him.

he smirks—dangerous, sharp. ‘such a needy little thing.’

and then he moves, dragging his cock through your slick folds, teasing your overstimulated clit with the flushed tip before slamming back inside.

the sound that rips from your throat is obscene, high and desperate, tears spilling down your cheeks as he fucks you open again, raw and wrecked.

‘crying already?’ he taunts, thumb swiping away a tear before he shoves it past your lips. ‘s’too much for you, sweetheart? can’t take it?’

you shake your head, tongue flicking over his thumb, sucking it into your mouth.

he groans, jaw tightening. ‘that’s what i fucking thought.’

his hips snap against yours, unrelenting, the wet slap of skin-on-skin filling the room. he’s deeper this time, fucking you rough, ruthless, possessive, like he’s trying to carve himself into you, ruin you for anyone else.

‘you’re mine,’ he growls, fingers curling around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. ‘mine to fuck, mine to fill, mine to break.’

your walls clench around him, drawing a deep, shuddering moan from his lips.

he loves this—loves watching you unravel, loves knowing you can’t get enough of him, loves knowing you’re his.

his free hand slips between your bodies, fingers rubbing tight, desperate circles over your clit.

‘come on,’ he urges, voice dark and dripping with sin. ‘cum for me again. make a fucking mess, sweetheart.’

your body obeys before your mind can catch up—pleasure slamming into you, knocking the breath from your lungs as you cum, clenching down on him so tight he groans, hips stuttering.

but he doesn’t stop. doesn’t slow.

he keeps going, fucking you through it, dragging out every last aftershock until you’re sobbing, thighs shaking, body wrecked.

and still, he keeps fucking you. keeps using you.

‘one more,’ he whispers against your throat, voice thick with hunger. ‘one more, and then i’ll fill you up again.’

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thank you for reading. reblogs & feedback appreciated.

tom, vampire au, smut and bites? I'M IN LOVE.

best friend's brother! tom finally gets you alone

NAVIGATION // home. tag. moodboard. more.

author's note: the demons...they're getting loud again. i'm actually so feral for possessive and obsessive tom. I fear I might make this my whole personality now.

obsession. 

tom riddle was, in every sense of the word, obsessive. the fixation and compulsion he poured into the things he loved had always been a marker of his character. tom was not the type of person to casually partake in something; for the eldest riddle brother, the best things in life were worth being consumed by. 

and he was. 

utterly and irrevocably consumed by you. 

tell the demons i said thanks 😔💕

Welcome to Regulus Black's Polaroid collection

Slytherin students 1890💚

my boys <3

(MC talking to other students.)

Sebastian: (obviously jealous) Do you see this shit Ominis?

Ominis: …

Ominis: No.

it happens on a daily basis i fear 😭

Rosekiller who had Pandora officiate their wedding just before the war so if anything happened, they wouldn’t have to testify against each other.

Rosekiller who claimed that they weren’t dating but would get so jealous anytime someone flirted in their direction.

Rosekiller who went on muggle raids together because they always watched each others back.

Rosekiller who saw the birth of their niece Luna Lovegood.

Rosekiller who secretly funded the Xenophillius’ paper.

Rosekiller who received goodbye letters from their best friend, Regulus Black, and instructions to find out how to destroy a horocrux.

Rosekiller who gave Pandora instructions on how to cast fiendfyre.

Rosekiller who attended Pandora’s funeral secretly because they were wanted men.

Rosekiller who comforted Luna Lovegood and gave her memorabilia of her mother because she was all that was left of their sister/sister-in-law and best friend.

Rosekiller who sat together and received news on Dorcas Meadows’ death. She didn’t even get a full headline like Reggie. She was just one name in a row of obituaries. She died thinking her closest friends betrayed her.

Rosekiller who hid together after several close calls at the Lovegood cottage.

Rosekiller accidentally spotted by Mad eye Moody. A man that Evan cost an eye. Evan Rosier who was in the middle of gathering mushrooms for stew, struck down a hex. Barty Crouch Jr who hears the fighting and rushes down to see Evan fighting a squad of aurors. Barty Crouch Jr who sees his heart struck down by a stray hex.

Barty Crouch Jr who drops his wand and tries to hold his husband only to be pinned down and arrested on the spot.

Barty Crouch Jr who gives up and is sent to Azkhaban without trial because everyone he loves (his found family) is dead.

Barty Crouch Jr who spends a few years in a cell next to his best friend’s estranged brother. The brother he knows is innocent. He watches as Dementors and guards torture the righteous Gryffindor. He thinks back on his childhood, the abuse at the hands of his father, the Minister. He concludes- The ministry is corrupted.

Barty Crouch Jr who receives his first visitor in Azkhaban, his mother who is on death’s bed. She hands him poly juice potion and her house elf. He knows she wants him to live his life to its fullest. He wants to.

Barty Crouch Jr who is immediately imperioused by his father upon escaping. His mother had told his father of her plan. He is stuck in stasis as the years go by. His mother dies, he is pronounced dead, his father is promoted. He pleads for help. Begs but no sound comes out. Then, the dark lord appears.

Barty Crouch Jr who takes revenge on the man who killed his heart and replaces him in Hogwarts.

Barty Crouch Jr who sees his niece for the first time in years roaming the halls. She has Xenophillius’ complexion but she is undeniably Pandora’s daughter. She sees her hanging out with an angry younger sibling who loves quidditch (Ginny Weasley) and is immediately taken back to Pandora and Reg. He sees Blaise Zabini waltzing down the halls with Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy scowling behind. He is reminded of Dorcas, Evan and himself, prancing about the halls. Blood purity be damned. Before everything went wrong. Before the deatheaters, family obligations and Dumbledore’s child militia tore them apart.

Barty Crouch Jr who gets the dementor’s kiss. For the first time he’s filled with good memories and then the dementor takes it all.

WIP, beloved Borgin Boy. Just another boring evening at B&B.