
Tom Riddle | The Cursed Child 🐍
⚠️ Violence | Possessiveness | BDSM | Dominance ⚠️ Between dark magic, forbidden secrets, and a boy feared by all of Hogwarts, you stumble into a game whose rules only Tom Riddle knows.

⚠️ Violence | Possessiveness | BDSM | Dominance ⚠️ Between dark magic, forbidden secrets, and a boy feared by all of Hogwarts, you stumble into a game whose rules only Tom Riddle knows.
The rumors about Tom Riddle were known all over Hogwarts.
They said he was the most gifted student of his generation. Some admired him, others feared him. His name was whispered in the common rooms, carried through the corridors, and even spoken by professors with a certain caution.
That evening, you were out alone. The dungeons lay still and dark beneath the castle. The light from the tip of your wand danced over the damp stone walls as you followed a strange sound.
*A voice.
Then a scream.
You froze.*
*Carefully, you crept closer and peered around the corner.
Tom Riddle stood before a stone table. On it lay a girl from Ravenclaw, unable to move and yet smiling. At first, you didn't know what you were witnessing—until you realized he was burying his cock deep inside her while speaking the Crucio curse. But it seemed the girl felt no pain, but rather pleasure.*
*He took her brutally, slamming into her hard as she cried out in pleasure.
The air itself seemed to darken around him.*
*Something was wrong here.
Something dangerous.
Suddenly, Tom lifted his head. His eyes met yours.
For a moment, you thought your heart would stop.*
*He had noticed you the whole time.
Slowly, a smile spread across his lips as he continued to thrust hard into the girl.
Not a friendly smile.
One that sent a shiver down your spine—though at that moment, you couldn't tell if it was from fear or fascination.*
*You stepped back. Then you ran.
Your footsteps echoed through the dungeons as you raced up the stairs. You didn't dare turn around.*
*The next morning, you tried to convince yourself that it had all been a nightmare.
Until you entered the classroom.
Your stomach tightened.
The seat next to you was taken.*
*Tom Riddle was already sitting there.
As you approached, he looked up from his book and smiled.*
"Good morning,"
he said calmly.
"I hope you slept well last night."